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DWF Retribution 30/09/07 - it's about time

91Posted on 05/29/05 at 06:00:46

Quick background here. Several weeks ago, my computer began a slow, lingering death that was beyond my control. The repair guy basically said it was terminal, nothing that could be done. So anyways, I began the very slow and painful process of zipping everything up, then backing it up onto CD - when you consider the problem was the computer crashing every two minutes, you can probably guess how many attempts this took just for one folders worth of anything I wanted to backup (luckily I'd booked a day off work at the same time, unluckily I had to waste it making backups).

So I bought a new computer, then set about restoring everything onto the new machine. Problem - TNM didn't appear to be on any of the CDs, and that mysterious blank CD in the batch confirmed my worst suspicions, my TNM folder and four years of time spent on my DWF circuit were gone.

Or not, I stumbled across it again when looking for a blank CD. Evidently I'd mixed up a CD from my backup batch with my blank batch. No worries. In any case, it's taken me some time to get motivated again to carry on as I'd thus been out of the loop for some time, and even considered starting a new circuit, but I had too many good ideas (well... ideas anyway) that I planned to use, so where were we? Anyone who used to read regularly (re Snabbitt, who seems to have gone AWOL - damnit), I dunno, go look up the old cards if you want to remind yourself where we were.
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Retribution - 30/09/07

Card Information:
Held in: ECW ARENA
Location: PHILADELPHIA, PENNSLYVANIA, UNITED STATES
Date/Time: 30/09/07 at 8:00pm
Matches/Interviews booked: 20
Arena Capacity: 10000
Attendance: 10000
A Sold Out Arena.
Ticket Buy Rate: 100%
PPV ratings: 4.3%
Approximently Viewers: 6450000

After the show has officially opened up, we kick things off with the reigning
Intercontinental champion "The Rock" Brad Armstrong making his entrance for the
upcoming title defense. Brad enters the ring and does his usual rip-off
mannerisms before snatching a  microphone.

Brad: "Finally, The Rock HAS COME BACK to Philadelphia. And let The Rock say
this, he has been in your city for only two days and already he is sick of the
sight of all the trailer park trash The Rock has been forced to set eyes on.

But of all the trailer park trash here tonight, there is one who stands head
and shoulders above the rest as the biggest monkeys ass of them all. Chris
Jericho, The Rock feels like this match is frankly beneath him, but being the
peoples champ that he is, he is willing to  lower his standards for one night
only in order to give the people a glimpse of the great one in action, simply
to justify their miserable little lives. And not only that, let The Rock say..."

Before he can finish his sentence, Chris Jerichos music hits and out comes the
challenger, mic in hand as well.

Jericho: "First of all, do us all a favour and clam up for just a few seconds.
Brad, you're  not the only one who can rip off someone else, take a look - 'hey
everyone, I'm Brad Armstrong, I'm so boring and devoid of personality that I'm
going to have to shove this microphone up my rectum'."

Brad: "Jabroni, let The Rock assure you that he has absolutely no intention of
shoving  anything up anybodies rectum right now."

Jericho: "Right now? So, like, later on..."

Brad: "Later on I... The Rock thinks you should know your role and shut your
mouth before The  Rock shuts it for you."

Jericho: "Listen, BRAD, I'm not here to talk, I'm here to win back what was
once mine, the Intercontinental championship and I'm going to do it with all
the pazazz that your lame ass never could, and can you smell THAT, champ."

With that, Jericho throws down his mic and heads to the ring as we get underway.

"The Rock" Brad Armstrong (c) vs Chris Jericho (intercontinental championship)

The Intercontinental title was on the line as Brad Armstrong, as ever self
proclaiming himself as "The Rock" took on Chris Jericho. Ever gamey, Brad
made himself a nuisance throughout but Jericho always looked capable of
dealing with him. Brad used whatever openings he got to do whatever he
could, including cheat, in order to try and do away with Jericho. He would
go as far as removing the top turnbuckle pad to try and use. Jericho would
block that one, but minutes later when Jericho was on the offensive, Brad
dropped down and slid backwards, begging off all the way, with Jericho
moving in slowly for the kill. Thinking quick, Brad grabbed Jericho by the
tights and pulled him into the turnbuckle that had been exposed. Jericho
was left groggy and Brad was able to deliver the Rock Bottom and Peoples
Elbow to score a cheap victory. *** 3/4

We go backstage to see Matt Hardy walking down a corridor. Reaching a door,
he knocks and walks in to find Rob Van Dam and Edge behind a thin layer of
smoke.

Hardy: "Geez you guys, what have you been doing?"

RVD: "OK, like, you know, see it was all like there was this big lizard and
we knew we had to stop it, so we lit this fire, and that scared it away."

Hardy: "Have you guys been smoking weed again? You know what the fire
marshall said about that, so for gods sake, clean up your act."

Edge: "No problemo dude, you'll never hear another word about weed again."

At this point Christian staggers in from the back of the room.

Christian: "Guys, I was having the most wonderful dream, this guy decided I
was good enough for a title shot, so he gave that to me as well as this big
ugly guy with a beard, and I lost, so then this submarine flew into the
room and we all waved a smiled. We've got to contact that dealer and get
some more of this stuff. Is that him there?"

Edge: "No way little bro', that's our beloved, screen-domineering
commissioner, Matt Hardy."

Christian: "Are you sure, I don't remember Matt Hardy having hair."

Edge: "Dude, you don't remember him at all."

Hardy: "If you two have quite finished... Rob, you're supposed to be
fighting Kurt Angle later, you don't look like you're in any condition to
face a guy like him."

RVD: "Hey yo dude, no worries, I'll be there, I'll like smoke some regular
cigarettes to soak up all the grass, then I'll be mondo-ready."

Christian: "You could try smoking cigars, then you'll be ready ten times
quicker."

RVD: "Dude, that just may be like the greatest idea ever."

Hardy: "Ugh, just be there and try not to get killed."

Hardy shakes his head and heads off as we go back to ringside.

La Parka vs Hunter Hearst-Helmsley

Hunter Hearst-Helmsley might be classy but he sure has made a living off
being embarassed by La Parka. Despite their feud of several months back,
Helmsley has obviously learnt nothing as he remains dumbfounded by La
Parkas movements in the ring. Shaking his knees, strutting around the ring,
playing air guitar, Helmsley looked bewildered everytime, allowing La Parka
to get in some shots. Perhaps if La Parka didn't do his dance routine when
he has the best chances of victory, he might win even more than he already
does. With Helmsley down after a corkscrew moonsault bodyblock of sorts, he
shook his knees some more, while Helmsleys whore for the evening climbed
onto the apron. La Parka strutted over, only for the whore to mace him. La
Parka was blinded by that and Helmsley was able to recover to hit the
Pedigree, and secure another win. ** 1/4

We head backstage to Michael Cole.

Cole: "I'm here with reigning tag team champions Sean O'Haire and Brian
Pillman. They are Psychoanalysis and tomorrow night is the champions versus
champions match as you take on the Intercontinental tag team champions, The
Syndicate."

O'Haire: "It's as if two worlds have collided into a crescendo of confusion.
Both we and The Syndicate reign as probably the two most popular teams in
the DWF, yet it's becoming clear which one of us truly stands tall and
proud. Whereas we have shone as tag team champions, with all due respect to
The Syndicate, they disappointed for a long time after they lost the tag
team titles until they got back to where they are today. Perhaps it took
a long time for that drive to return after the inevitable heartbreak that
came with losing, and a lustreness like that can prove costly when dealing
with individuals like myself and Brian inside a steel cage."

Cole: "Inside a cage it will be, but how do you think The Syndicate will
fare in a very different environment tonight as they defend their titles
tonight against La Resistance."

Pillman: "Wait a second, nobody told us about any title defenses. If you're
bullshitting me Cole, I'm reaching down your throat to see if you ever had
a tonsilectomy."

Cole: "It's true, it was agreed just this morning."

Pillman: "This is bullshit then, I don't care if they're going to be tired
or not for tomorrow, we were guarenteed titles versus titles, who the hell
made this goddamn ruling?"

Cole: "From what I understand, La Resistance made a challenge and The
Syndicate accepted. Some senior officials gave the go ahead and here we
are."

Pillman: "Well then this is a goddamn disgrace then, I don't care how much
they want it, nothing in this godforsaken company happens without my say,
like it or not."

O'Haire quickly whispers something to Pillman, who cools down a little.

O'Haire: "My esteemed partner recognises the threat that lies before us. The
risk The Syndicate have undergone means not only could they lost their
titles, but they've risked losing tomorrow as an indirect result, perhaps in
a feeble attempt at robbing us of some glory tomorrow. But rest assured,
Psychoanalysis continues to reign supreme irregardless."

Pillman: "The only thing that should be going down tonight is my ultimate
destruction of Billy Kidman. Kidman, your goddamn whiny politics ends in
this building tonight when I play a little game of 'Hide the Vital Organ'
with your liver, your kidneys and anything else I care to rip out of you.
And Jody, poor Jody Fleisch, stuck in the middle of two people who'd like to
rip his eyeballs out and feed them to the fish, forced into refereeing
this one. Let me offer a simply warning to you Jody, if you put a foot out
of place here, it stays out of place, out of your socket entirely."

Cole: "Chilling words from Psychoanalysis."

We switch to see Billy Kidman and Steve Corino elsewhere backstage,
watching on a monitor.

Kidman: "You hear that Steve, that guy is a lunatic, he wants me dead."

Corino: "Relax Billy, I've spoken to Clarence Mason, he'll ensure that
Pillman doesn't do anything he shouldn't in that match."

Kidman: "But what if something goes wrong, what if Jody Fleisch messes with
me here tonight, the lawsuit I'll slap him with will be so huge..."

At this point, a cloaked Paul Roma walks in slowly.

Roma: "Greetings mere mortals, I am here to meet the man who will walk by
my side tonight as we head into the Valley of Darkness."

Corino: "Christ, shut up with all that evil death crap already or I'll take
it old school on your ass. If you dare do anything to cost me my TV title
tonight, I swear to god..."

At this point, a cloaked Mean Street Posse step out behind Roma.

Roma: "You'll do what exactly? MWUHAHAHAHAHA!"

Kidman and Corino look at each other, before shoving Roma aside and
smacking both Rodney and Gas with a right hand each, knocking them out.

Roma: "Curses, my evil plot has been thwarted for now. No matter, the forces
that control fate are in my hands now, my evil shall engulf you all, ENGULF
YOU ALL! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Roma leaves the way he came, laughing evily all the way.

Kidman: "Geez Steve, you've got yourself in even bigger shit than I'm in."

Corino: "Tell me about it."

Both men shrug their shoulders as we go to Sean Mooney.

Mooney: "Hi sports entertainment fans, roving reporter Sean Mooney here with
a live interview that you can see again later tonight on DWF Massive
Espionage. I'm standing here with two of my keenest fans I'm sure, Rene
Dupree and Sylvain Grenier, La Resistance."

Dupree: "Actually, you are the one thing we hate about America."

Grenier: "Yes, you truly disgrace this great country, but worry not, we
have a message for these proud people that will surely endear us to their
hearts."

Both men quickly walk away. As we head to the ring, La Resistance make
their entrance and grab a mic each.

Dupree: "Hello great Americans."

Dupree is greeted with a round of boos.

Dupree: "Now it has been said that you people are doubting our patriotism
towards our adopted homeland of the United States, but this is not true."

Grenier: "Yes, we love your country, and we love your culture. Last night,
me and Rene engaged in a terrific game of your countries Bays-ball."

Dupree: "Oui, I never realised what fun it could be. Usually in Europe, it
is called Rounders and only little girls play it, but we have discovered it
is actually wonderful fun."

Grenier: "That is right, we believe the great Jerry Lewis would have loved
to hit a few 'zingers' with us."

Dupree and Grenier smile broadly expecting a huge round of cheers, but
they've already lost this audience.

Dupree: "Don't boo, we also played your countries 'Football'. We were a bit
confused as to why we didn't use our feet to kick the ball very much, and
we gave up after thirty minutes as it was taking too long to get all that
padding on."

Grenier: "Oh yes, I remember, but we did it again later without all the
padding and found it to be very exciting, exactly like our countries game
of 'Rugby'."

Dupree: "Yes, when we saw the comparison, we understood straight away as to
why this game is so popular in your country, good for you America, good for
you."

Dupree and Grenier smile some more, but are getting booed even more now.

Grenier: "Quick Rene, I think we're losing them, let's break out the big
guns."

Dropping their mics, they give us their rendition of the French Tickler
dance, sending the crowd into a near riot. Thankfully the music for The
Syndicate hits up, changing the mood of the crowd in an instant and the
champs head to the ring for their match.

The Syndicate (Lance Storm & Ken Shamrock) (c) vs La Resistance

Despite being unadvertised going into the event, we had ourselves another
title clash as The Syndicate put up their Intercontinental tag team titles
against La Resistance. If their pre-match spiel didn't endear them to the
crowd, La Resistances cowardly tactics made them positively hate filled.
They begged off and ran at every turning, but The Syndicate were on fire.
Ken Shamrock was taking them down with suplex after suplex and when Lance
Storm came in, things really took off. Storm, a former Intercontinental
champion, cleaned house. Dupree may have been legal, but Storm was happy
to waylay both Frenchmen in one go. Grenier tried to step in but Shamrock
was back to deliver a huge belly-to-belly suplex. The ref took some effort
trying to usher him out with the adrenaline rush Shamrock was on and Grenier
used the distraction to crawl over to his corner and hand Dupree the French
flag which he nailed Storm with. And with that, in possibly the biggest
upset of the evening, Dupree got the pin and we have brand new IC tag team
champions. *** 1/2

As La Resistance make a hasty exit with the belts in front of a now hostile
crowd, we go backstage to Michael Cole. Standing with him is Alex Wright
and, behind him, the giant frame of Ulf Hermann.

Cole: "Alex Wright, later on you face a man who just a few months ago was
the world heavyweight champion Dynamite Kid. However it has been well
documented that his condition is not 100% going into this match."

Wright: "Ja, das ist so. But tell me something Herr Cole..."

Wright moves up closer and rubs his whip against Cole.

Wright: "... do you think that just because he ist a former champion, he
can defeat me?"

Cole: "Well I..."

Wright: "RUHE!! You will not speak to me in such an insolent manner Herr
Cole. Tonight, the Reich proclaims its greatest victory when we vanquish
our great foe, the Dynamite Kid, once and for all. Today is not just a
great day for Germany, this is a great day for the entire world."

Wright sneers and walks off with Hermann walking behind, not saying a word.
At this juncture, we go back to Sean Mooney.

Mooney: "Hi fans, roving reporter Sean Mooney back with you for another
exclusive interview for DWF Massive Espionage. I am here with my favourite
Hispanic wrestling family, Los Guerreros. Hello fella's."

Eddie: "Geez Mooney, you're really annoying."

Mooney: "Surely you don't mean that."

Eddie: "You're right Hom's, I don't."

Mooney: "I knew it, you're a great guy."

Eddie: "You're really REALLY annoying."

Mooney: "Ahaha, you guys..."

Chavo: "Even more than you were when you were in the WWF esse."

Mooney: "GODDAMNIT YOU FUCKING BRAINLESS FUCK, I WAS NEVER FUCKING IN THE
GODDAMN SHITTING FUCKING WWF YOU COCKSUCKING HOMO!!!"

Los Guerreros all stop and stare in amazement.

Mooney: "Uhhh, I mean... what are you talking about?"

Eddie: "I'd smack you right now if I didn't have a match in just a few
seconds. This is one for the family esse, tonight we finally make Los
Guerreros the proud owners of gold once again."

Hector: "Not since I stole Michael Coles rolex at least."

Everyone: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Mooney: "Now wait a minute, that's theft."

Eddie: "You might be finally getting the idea - we're liars, we're
cheaters and we're stealers, and tonight esse, I'm going to steal back the
cruiserweight title from Low Ki and make Papa Guerrero proud once again."

Los Guerreros all raise their heads and beam proudly before heading off to
ringside.

Out in the ringside area, all four Guerreros try to make their entrance,
only for officials to swarm out and shoo back Hector, Mando and Chavo, much
to the vehemont protests of the entire clan. Realising they have no choice,
the three of them leave, leaving Eddie all by himself...

Low Ki (c) vs Eddie Guerrero (cruiserweight title)

Problems for Low Ki perhaps against the likes of Eddie Guerrero, a former
Intercontinental champion. Actually Eddie looked like his gameplan might
have been down without having his hombres out there watching his back. Still
Eddie is a great wrestler so had no problem keeping up with Low Ki. Low Ki
soon started to build momentum, and out ran Hector Guerrero to try and
solve matters. First he managed to distract the referee, allowing Eddie to
get a low blow in, and when Low Ki quickly came back, out came Mando to add
to things at ringside. Mando provided his own distraction, while Hector
hooked Low Ki up. Eddie charged in, and Low Ki was being held too tightly
to simply slip out of the way. Instead he managed to jump up, still with
Hector holding onto him, and Eddie collided with his brother. Low Ki was
free again and hit the Ki Krusher to score an excellent victory. ****

We go backstage to see Matt Hardy shaking his head in frustration for some
reason, when La Resistance, belts in tow, approach.

Hardy: "YOU TWO! What the hell was that out there?"

Dupree: "Come now, we wouldn't be the first team to cheat to win, we won't
be the last."

Hardy: "I don't care about how you won, I care that you won at all, I didn't
authorise this match."

Grenier: "We know, we didn't ask you, we asked some other officials."

Hardy: "Great, there goes my titles versus titles headliner for tomorrow
night."

Dupree: "Who says it has to be gone, we have copies of the official
contract for that match right here."

Hardy: "How the hell did you get those?"

Grenier: "Never mind, it clearly states here that the match is to be titles
versus titles, that means we get the title shot tomorrow."

Hardy: "Wait a second..."

At this point, The Syndicate walk in, Lance Storm still holding the back of
his head.

Storm: "Hold on a second, we've got copies of the contract too and it also
has our name on them at the top, that means we get the title shot."

Hardy: "Wait, hold up you guys..."

Now Psychoanalysis join the fray.

O'Haire: "What I'm seeing here is a group of rogue scholars failing to
communicate what needs to be said. As champions, we understand all your
frustrations. Two of you never signed for a match, two of you are no
longer entitled for a match, this destiny lies in our hands."

Pillman: "And you know what, if my match wasn't next, I'd tear you all up
for robbing us of another moment of greatness."

Hardy: "Guys, come on, I need my big headline match, this is MY match damnit
and I won't have it taken away."

Shamrock: "Well what do you plan to do there Einstein, we're the ones who
signed and are advertised to be in that match."

Dupree: "Well we're the ones with the belts, what's the point without the
Intercontinental tag team champions in there?"

Hardy: "Guys..."

Hardy seems to be losing it when Jody Fleisch steps in.

Fleisch: "People, people, nobody seems to have suggested the most obvious
plan of action here."

Hardy: "FLEISCH!! Get the hell out of my way right now you son of a..."

Fleisch: "Shut it Hardy, you need me to save your show, AGAIN! So you're not
throwing me out of anywhere. Come on you people, it's obvious, I say that
BOTH teams get the shot in the cage. Neither team can complain under the
circumstances and Psychoanalysis get double the chance of glory if they can
win."

O'Haire and Pillman glance at one another, then smile and nod.

Dupree: "Sounds good to us."

Storm: "Yeah, we'll take it."

Pillman: "Fine, we'll see you four tomorrow night. Fleisch, I'll see you out
in that ring, and don't forget what I said."

Psychoanalysis leave the fray.

Storm: "We'll see you all tomorrow as well."

The Syndicate also leave.

Fleisch: "Well Matt, looks like I bailed your ass out again. Once again Matt
Hardy fails not only at running this company, but fails at life, so here I
come to rescue you once again. Nice going."

Fleisch walks off. Hardy meanwhile has been stood seething the entire time.

Hardy: "That son of a bitch, I'll make him pay. You two, get the hell out of
here and just show up in good shape tomorrow, got it?"

Grenier: "Absolutely."

Dupree: "Where else but America could we get such an opportunity?"

Grenier: "France, and probably Japan too."

Hardy shakes his head angrily and storms off. After a few seconds, Jody
Fleisch returns.

Dupree: "Hey Jody, thanks for the suggestion."

Grenier: "Oui, your idea of challenging The Syndicate this morning was a
really good one."

Fleisch: "Exactly, it's win-win. You get your titles, and I ruin Matt
Hardys stupid little flagship match than he was gambling the entire show on
tomorrow. That'll teach him to steal that match from me. Now if you don't
mind, I have some business to take care of."

Fleisch walks off as we head back to the ring.

Brian Pillman vs Billy Kidman (special referee: Jody Fleisch)

Jody Fleisch was put in a difficult position by Matt Hardy, and so it
proved to be a bad night for him. At first, it seemed like he might do
himself proud as he controlled the match well, stepping in several times to
prevent any chicanery and threatening both men at seperate points with a DQ.
Unfortunately for Fleisch and Pillman, Clarence Mason wandered out,
briefcase in hand, looking to pull something. Fleisch was onto it and left
the ring to send Mason back to the locker room. Meanwhile Kidman had slid to
the outside to grab a weapon, any weapon. The ring bell sufficed for now,
but Pillman blocked that and the bell was sent flying to the canvas, while
Pillman regained control. Fleisch returned to the ring to find the bell and
with no sign of anybody down and out, saw no reason to disqualify anyone, so
headed to the corner to return the bell. At this point, Kidman whipped
Pillman towards the corner. Hearing him coming, Fleisch turned round, bell
still in hand. Pillmans head hit bell, bell hit Fleischs head, both men
were knocked out. Kidman dragged Pillman into position and hit the SSP, not
that he needed to, and a second referee had to run out to administer the
count. Victory for Kidman, but controversial with it. ***** (bugger me)

As Billy Kidman leaves, arms raised in the air, Brian Pillman comes to, as
does Jody Fleisch. Pillmans eyes flare up, and he drags the groggy Fleisch
from the corner and executes a DDT on him in the middle of the ring. Not
done, Pillman slides to the outside and picks up a steel chair, throws it
in and hits a second DDT right onto it. Still not finished, he executes a
third onto the chair, leaving Jody in a bloody mess. At this point,
officials swarm out to stop him, but Pillman just shoves them aside,
prompting Sean O'Haire to run out and try to calm down matters. Finally
persuading him to stop, he and Pillman leave the ring and begin to walk to
the back.

Getting about halfway down the aisle however and Pillman suddenly rushes
back, bowling over several officials, and grabs Fleisch for a fourth DDT.
The officials run back and O'Haire has to persuade Pillman once again to
leave the scene, this time walking a little way behind Pillman as they head
down the aisle to block any more attempts at returning to the ring. The
remaining officials check on Fleisch, who is barely consciouss, and they
have to help him up and to the back.

We go meanwhile to John Cena watching on.

Cena: "That's cold there, almost as evil as me."

Bobby Eaton walks up to him.

Eaton: "Yeah, that was pretty bad. Say John, I know how things stand
tonight, we're on the same team, but we may as well be against one another."

Cena: "I hear you. And you know not to trust me, right?"

Eaton: "Not as far as I can throw you. But I'm thinking, I'd far rather than
you were champion than that idiot Steve Corino, or Paul Roma for that, so
why don't we worry about getting the belt off him and if I win it, I'll
give you first dibs on a title shot tomorrow night."

Cena: "I might be incredibly evil - just a few hours ago, I keyed Eddie
Guerreros car..."

Eaton: "Why?"

Cena: "No reason. Anyway, I may be evil - hell, just earlier today, I snuck
into Hunter Hearst-Helmsleys dressing room and rubbed Cayenne Pepper into
his jockstrap."

Eaton: "Why?"

Cena: "Why not? As I was saying, I may be evil - just look at what I did to
Larry Zbyszkos clothes yesterday in the hotel. I was enjoying a game of
darts when it suddenly gave me an idea to..."

Eaton: "Get to the point John."

Cena: "Right, anyway, I may be evil, but I'm not stupid. If you've got a
chance to win the belt, I'll let you take it and worry about getting it off
you later on. Rather face you than Corino and his entourage."

Eaton: "We got a deal then?"

Cena: "Sure thing."

With that, we head back to the ring.

Steve Corino (c) & Paul Roma vs John Cena & Bobby Eaton (television title)

Steve Corino knew he was up against it in his match, even moreso when the
apparent tactics we saw discussed earlier by Cena and Eaton came to
fruition as they used clever tag team tactics to try and ensure one of them
came out with the TV title, rather than any selfish tactics. When Corino
was at his worst, Paul Roma, for the first time, simply tagged himself into
the match. Worries for Corino - he knew Roma wasn't up to much and could
easily cost him the TV title. Sure enough, Roma began taking a beating from
both Eaton and Cena. Roma managed to stagger back to his corner where Corino
tagged himself back in - that is to say he smacked Roma in the face, then
hurled him to the outside. Eaton ran in to try and get one up on Corino but
he ducked that and in one swift move, delivered the Old School Expulsion,
and as we always say, NOBODY gets up from that. Corino scored the win and
once again demonstrated the effectiveness of his finisher. More importantly,
he defied the poor odds to retain the TV title. ** 3/4

We go backstage to see Jody Fleisch being helped into an ambulance. Michael
Cole is on the scene.

Cole: "Excuse me gentlemen, what is the status of Jody Fleisch, is it
serious?"

Paramedic: "We expect it's just concussion, but we'd like to get him
checked over just to be safe. Looks like he's been very lucky though."

At that point, Brian Pillman runs out with a big piece of metal and tries
to get into the back of the ambulance with Fleisch. The paramedics inside
quickly lock that door, as well as the ones up front. Pillman then starts
slamming the piece of metal into the side of the ambulance, which is forced
to quickly rev up and get out of there as quickly as possible. Pillman
frustratedly hurls his choice of weapon at the vehicle, just as officials
swarm back out again, much too late, to try and calm him down.

Back in the ring, Kurt Angle is just entering for his match. He grabs a
mic.

Angle: "Boy, is this a disgrace. Here I am, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the
heartland of America, the one great, or even good, country in the world and
I have to face a joke of an opponent like Rob Van Dam. The guy is so stoned
out of his mind that he doesn't have a clue what he's doing. There's a
reason I cost him that match at the World Cup of Wrestling, I didn't want a
victorious Team America side represented by this degenerate hoodlum, and
thus degrading our country. And frankly, anybody out here who even dares
cheer for that moron is not a true American in my eyes - the guy is from
Battle Creek, Michigan. That's PRACTICALLY Canada, and as we all know, all
Canadians are worthless losers who do drugs and have promiscuous sex, just
like Rob Van Dam. So if any of you value yourselves as true Americans, give
him the reaction he deserves."

Invariably, they DO give RVD the reaction he deserves as he makes his
entrance, as they give him a good response, not what Angle was expecting.
RVD enters the ring and Angle quickly jumps him to get a head start as the
match gets underway.

Rob Van Dam vs Kurt Angle

Kurt Angle, ever a master of his style of wrestling, found Rob Van Dam a
much harder nut to crack. Van Dam might look (and IS) stoned out of his
mind most of the time, but in the ring, he simply knows what he's doing at
all times and kept Angle guessing for the entire match. That said, one
miscalculation was all it took. Angle got Van Dam down after a tough
German suplex and went for the moonsault. He missed and was winded on the
mat. Van Dam thought he had a chance and headed up himself for the Five
Star Frogsplash. He too missed and seemed to have hit much harder than
Angle. Angle was back up and the Olympic Slam was all she wrote. **** 1/4

We go to Matt Hardys office where he sits and contemplates the events of the
evening, when Don Muraco and Jeff Hardy walk in.

Jeff: "Well well well, if it isn't my little brother. Happy because your
buddy Jody Fleisch is in hospital? Sad because your big tag match for
tomorrow was ruined?"

Muraco: "I think it's a mixed bag. After all Matt, you've got your problems
but you're going to have to wake up, smell what's happening and accept the
fact that you're looking at your next world champion."

Jeff: "And you also have to accept I'm his manager. I'm the one at the top
Matt, something you always dreamt of but never could achieve."

Muraco: "And you've seen the line of victims I've left in my trail. Some of
those people don't even work here any more because of me. So you know better
than to try challenging me."

Matt: "You know what, I don't care anymore. All I care about is one thing,
and that's seeing Jod..."

Before Matt can finish, Muraco places his huge hand on Matts shoulder and
pushes him back into his seat from where he'd stood.

Muraco: "The time for your little soap operas isn't now Matt, the time for
a new dawning is here. I've crushed everyone you've sent me up against,
former champions, legends, the best the DWF has to offer. Where's Raven
tonight? He couldn't make it could he? And after tonight, neither will
Jerry Lynn on a permanent basis."

Matt: "Fine, you go out there and become champion, but don't expect any
favours from me when you are."

Muraco: "I'll expect what I tell people to deliver Matt, if I want any
favours, you'll be giving them to me. Any opponent I want, any night off I
fancy. They say the champion always has a lot of stroke, and the bigger and
better they are, the more they have. Matt - I'd practically be running
your life."

Jeff: "Get used to it, you're in for a long spell of misery if you don't
get smart and know which side your bread's buttered."

Muraco: "And if you see Jerry Lynn, send him a message from me - your time
of making stars, your time of controlling destinies, it's destiny that it
ends tonight in my hands."

Jeff: "Yeah, come on Don, we've got a title to win. Remember what we said
Matt."

Muraco and Jeff let themselves out, while Matt slumps down even further as
we head to Michael Cole.

Cole: "Dynamite Kid, are you 100% for the upcoming match with Alex Wright?"

Dynamite: "No, but even at 50%, I'm still twice the man Alex Wright is, and
I can handle that Ulf Hermann as well. I hope you're ready Wright, this one
is for England."

Cole: "Well, let's head back to the ring.

Dynamite Kid vs Alex Wright

Dynamite Kid had a hard time of it with Alex Wright, what with the injuries
he suffered at the hands of Ulf Hermann a few weeks ago. Seeing big Ulf
cornering Wright can't have been a very reassuring sight. Nonetheless,
Dynamite certainly proved how capable he is, even when he's not at his best
as he held his own nicely. Wright certainly did the smart thing and
focused his energies on the injuries, the back, the ribs, anywhere on the
torso he could hit at. Dynamite was soon feeling it, and Wright knew it,
and set him up for the Deutsch Suplex. Dynamite however countered and landed
on his feet, behind Wright. Hooking his arms, Dynamite delivered a Dragon
Suplex, much less chance of any counter there, and Wright had his shoulders
pinned down. Dynamite wasn't about to hang around to have another go with
Ulf, not just left at least, and he made a hasty exit, while the two Germans
in the ring looked on seethingly. **** 1/4

We return to Matt Hardys office where the commissioner is now enjoying a
spot of vodka. At this point, his two trusted detectives, Christian York
and Joey Matthews enter.

York: "Matt, we need to talk."

Matt: "Can't it wait until I'm dead or something?"

Matthews: "Not really, this is pretty important."

Matt: "You've got proof that Jody Fleisch dumped that cinder block on my
head haven't you?"

York: "We have proof alright..."

Matt: "Well it can wait, I've got business to take care of, like finishing
this cheap booze off."

Matthews: "Fine, you want to do this tomorrow night?"

Matt: "Sure, whatever, get Kanyon to host it, we'll all have some laughs,
sounds great to me."

York and Matthews glare at one another before leaving, Matt meanwhile is
left biting his lip, as we head to the ring for a final curtain raiser to
our main event.

Essa Rios, Rey Mysterio & Masato Tanaka vs Los Guerreros (Hector, Mando & Chavo Classic)

In six man action, Essa Rios, Rey Mysterio and Masato Tanaka wrapped up a
bad evening for Los Guerreros. After the high flying, fast paced action we
expected, it turned into a pier six brawl. Rey backdropped Hector out while
Essa clotheslined Mando out. Chavo Classic was still in and doing alright,
as he was hitting Masato Tanaka with some stiff punches. Charging in for one
final big punch, Masato caught him with a drop toe hold, dropping Chavo onto
the ropes. Rey came in with the 619 and was able to score a big victory. *** 1/4

We head backstage to Michael Cole.

Cole: "Jerry Lynn, right now, the match is here, the eighteen month odyssey
of Don Muraco to get a title shot has come to a head against yourself, a
man who defeat you just four months ago at Wrestlefest VII."

Lynn: "But history, history does not always repeat itself when you most
expect it to. History has a way of shaping the future in a unique way. Past
events become revelled in folklore as one time occurances we remembered with
a fondness. Don Muraco did defeat me, and in doing so etched his name into
the very history of which I talk, but history does not always repeat itself
does it Don Muraco? Why, if it did, Raven would be standing here right now,
victorious over you once again. Yes, the man who proclaims himself to be
near unbeatable was beaten by Raven, and shall be beaten again.

But Don Muraco, to talk of things to come with a degree of certainty carries
a great risk. You yourself know of the trials of predicting the glory that
comes with winning the world title, only to fall short when you least
expect it. But the circle of life changes and once again, I stand here as
the DWF champion. For fifteen months the first time around, I stood at the
top while everyone with a degree of hope and ability attempted to make
themselves a household name for eternity. Why, the great man who finally
ended the run of Jerry Lynn, it could have been anybody. They all wanted it
and now we find ourselves in a situation where you have the opportunity.

Yes Don Muraco, I present opportunities to people such as yourself still to
this very day. The match at Wrestlefest was seen as a defining moment for
yourself, the point in which the line of your career veered off course,
upwards, towards newer and greater potentials. And now you have the chance
to do it all over again. Yes Don Muraco, I have the chance too, the chance
to beat the man near unbeatable. Whose victory would be greater? You decide,
the people decide, anyone can have an opinion on this, but what matters is
not whose victory would be greater, whose task seems more unlikely, but who
ultimately steps forward as the greatest wrestler the DWF has ever seen.

The path of the world title leads us here. Through the Douglas' and the
Michaels', through the Jerichos and the Benoits, the Van Dams and the
DiBiases, right up to the present day, the Ravens, the Kidmans and finally
myself for a second time. Great names, each in theory greater than the last.
That's right Don Muraco, you could now top this list of the elite, but at
what cost? What of the cost too of failure. These choices Don Muraco are
ones you must make, for regardless of the outcome, you have just made your
first mistake taking me on, the strongest becomes even stronger. One day
Don Muraco, you will understand. For now, let destiny take control of us,
let destiny seize the moment, let destiny rule, and then... just wait Don
Muraco, just wait."

Lynn smiles slowly, creepily, then makes his way off as we head to the ring.

Jerry Lynn (c) vs Don Muraco (worlds heavyweight title)

Early on in the evening, one of the announcers made a point that something
in the air didn't quite feel right, that something was wrong. How right he
proved to be.

On this night, Don Muraco not only won the world title, but he made it look
embarassingly easy as he vanquished Jerry Lynn in a matter of minutes.
With these two bohemoths of the DWF squaring off, everyone awaited both
mens first move. It was Lynn who struck first, peppering Muraco with a
series of right hands from the bell, rocking the big man, causing him to
stagger from the ring, but remain on his feet. Lynn followed and Jeff Hardy
tried to get in the way, but got blasted for his troubles. As Lynn moved in
while the ref ushered Hardy away, Muraco got in his first blow, ramming
Lynn from behind, right into the ring post. Already Lynn looked vunerable
and Muraco sensed it, grabbing Lynn and ramming him back first into the
post, leaving the champion to crumple to the floor.

Muraco threw him back in and the onslaught began. A spinebuster came, a
powerslam followed, a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker was next, Lynn was taking
some serious punishment and the match was barely two minutes old. Lynn was
hurled across the ring into the turnbuckles and the pain was obvious to see.
Muraco even began to look as if he was having fun as he smiled a little too
much for somebody simply satisfied with how the match was going. He stomped
the fallen Lynn and dropped a couple of elbows, then signalled that he was
going to end it early. Scooping Lynn up, he tried to position him for the
Tombstone Piledriver but Lynn slipped out, rearer back to punch him, then
dropped to his knees as the early beating from Muraco had already taken its
toll. Muraco went for the Tombstone again, but this time Lynn ducked behind
and was able to mount a comeback, nailing with some punches, then coming off
the ropes to hit him with a big reverse elbow that staggered the big man. A
dropkick further rocked the challenger and finally a big jumping clothesline
off the ropes fell Muraco.

Muraco has only been knocked down a tiny handful of times, and Lynn knew
that he had to make this sudden rush count, and headed to the top. Poised,
he waited for Muraco to clamber to his feet, then lept off, only for Muraco
to catch him by the throat. Muraco looked as if he couldn't believe his
luck, while Lynn displayed an astonishing look of shock. Muraco drilled Lynn
to the mat with a huge chokeslam, knocking him cold. Peeling Lynns broken
carcuss off the mat, Muraco went for the Tombstone again for a third time
and this time delivered. Confidently he knelt down and draped a single arm
over Lynn... 1-2-3. Time of the match - barely five minutes.

Muraco had done it, and celebrated as such. Jeff Hardy briefly got into the
ring to join him then in a rare moment of selflessness, stepped aside again
to allow Muraco to bathe in the spotlight. It was a good minute before Lynn
was back on his feet, and the look of complete bewilderment was clear for
all to see. Lynn stared at the brand new champion, eyes wide open, jaw
slightly dropped, then slipped out of the ring and without looking back,
headed away from the ring and away from everyone.

Even Muraco looked surprised at Lynns reaction, but what matters now is that
we have a brand new heavyweight champion of the world. Whats more, Muraco,
after eighteen months of dominance and rolling over everybody without
breaking sweat, has just beaten Jerry Lynn. Lynn is pretty much agreed by
everyone to be the greatest wrestler the DWF has ever had and Muraco hasn't
just beaten him, he's done it with such ridiculous ease that it's plain
scary. The DWF is doomed... ***
Snabbit888Posted on 06/17/05 at 00:49:00

Brad Armstrong rules... nice to see him keep the Intercontinental Title.  He's one of my favorite characters in DWF... who all has he impersonated?  I remember Sid because of the incident with Devon Storm (which is such an awesome storyline, by the way)... I think he did Hogan and Flair too if I'm not mistaken?  Either way, he wins as well he should have.

Hunter and his band of whores is awesome.  Poor La Parka... you think his mask would have pevented some of the mace from destroying him... nope.

Your version of La Resistance are so beautifully entertaining.  Good to see them win the IC Titles.  The belts had kinda been a lame duck with Storm and Shamrock.

I thought Low-Ki was going to drop the title to Eddie, but I was wrong.  Good match though. (And yes I know he drops the title on a TV show, but I haven't feedbacked those... and probably won't just so I can get caught up... I'll feedback Survivor Series though... I'm so behind.)

Unique finish to Kidman/Pillman, and Pillmans snaps again by destroying Fleisch.  It's cool how quickly Pillman went from struggling midcarder to uppercard in no time.  He's quite entertaining in DWF.

Corino just keeps on winning.  Not even a broken arm could make him drop the title, and Cena continues to fall short in the big game.  Poor guy.  He's not evil enough, methinks.

Angle beats RVD, which I thought that he would.  'Nuff said.

Dynamite Kid with a great counter to beat Alex Wright in a grand match.  Not a whole lot to say other than I doubt that one is over.

The six-man was kind of filler for me, but the right man went over.

I figured that Muraco would take the title, but I certainly didn't expect that sort of beating, especially on a DWF legend like Jerry Lynn.  I know Muraco will obviously lose the belt some time, but after destroying someone like Jerry Lynn, I can't reasonably see anyone on the roster right now who even stands a chance of dethroning him.