JH: And now it’s time…

ST: Time to watch a little weasel die…

JH: Indeed, things don’t look good for Masters. I can’t help but think that Azaul is just plain a better athlete…

ST: NO! NOT FOR MASTERS!

JO: INTRODUCING FIRST…

## The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target ##
## Two times the devil with all the significance ##
## Dragged and raped for the love of a mob ##
## I can't stay - because I can't be stopped ##

JH: Oh, come on! Masters even interrupts the ring announcer!

[The lights go dim as "I am Hated" by Slipknot blares over the PA. Images of some of Masters promos for the week flash over the big screen as we wait for him to make his appearance. We see Masters talking to a spaced out man then to him facing the camera, then him throwing food in a box, then him teasing the retarded kid and then they become to quick to notice what they are]

## Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us ##
## I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses ##
## Let me tell you how it's gonna be ##
## I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me ##

Masters steps from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is wearing black trunks with "the Ruler" written down the sides in blood red lettering. On the back we see the word "Masters." Red wrestling boots complete his outfit.

## Welcome to the same ol' fuckin' scam ##
## Same ol shit in a dead fad ##
## Everybody wants to be so hard ##
## Are you real or a second rate sports card? ##
## They all lost their dad or their wife just died ##
## They never got to go outside - SHUT UP ##
## Nobody gives a fuck ##
## It doesn't change the fact that you suck ##

[Masters begins his approach to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope]

## We are The anti-cancer ##
## We are The only answer ##
## Stripped down,we want you dead ##
## But what's inside of me,you'll never know ##

JO: And introducing second, AZAUL!

## There's been borders, and there'll be boundaries ##
## And there've been times misdirection's found me.##
## There's been clear heads, and there've been clean slates,##
## And times we'd find we'd pass the night away thinking ##

[Azaul, chipper enough to rot the teeth of an elementary school, pops out from behind the curtains. TSW's logo is all over his shirt, and he proudly points a finger at it, with a warm smirk as support.]

## Everyone here hates everyone here ##
## For doing the same thing that they do. ##
## Everyone here hates everyone here ##
## For doing the same thing that they do. ##

JO: Hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 242 lbs, and at a height of 6'2", he is Azauuuul!

[More fans swarm the guardrail than for past matches, and Azaul meets the thick crowd with all the high fives and more as he's known for. A teen with hair dyed the reverse of the colours of Azaul's is singing along to the Less Than Jake tune. Spotting him, Azaul pauses his tour of the fans to sing along.]

##There's been new starts and there'll be no sleep ##
## And there's been times when inspiration's found me. ##
## And there's been walls built, and there's been worse days, ##
## And times we'd find we spent the night away, thinking ##

[Grinning like a kook, Azaul shakes the boy's hand and turns to the rest of the fans. He has to pull his hand off the boy's grip, which just makes the wrestler smile more.]

## Everyone here hates everyone here ##
## For doing the same thing that they do. ##
## Everyone here hates everyone here ##
## For doing the same thing that they do. ##
## All these people, they keep watching me. ##

[Azaul raises his hands like an open cupped Y. The crowd shouts "Yeah!"]

## All these people, they hate me ##

[He raises his hands again, and together they shout "No!"]

## All these people, they watch me, ##
## All these people, just like me ##

[Azaul leans against the ropes, stretching himself a bit, and smilling quite a lot. Politely, he asks Mike the time keeper for a mic, and shakes the man's hand for his swiftness.]

AZAUL: If I keep this up, I'm going to make a habit of it.

[The fans chuckle at Azaul's folksiness, then wait for him to continue.]

AZAUL: Unlike last week, I'm not doing this to make a decree,

[The camera catches a fan with a sign that says in big letters "Decree! I am decreeing..." Just as the kid sees himself on the big screen and stands up excited, the camera cuts back to Azaul].

AZAUL: I am here to call someone out. Since last week, I have been asking myself why I was the victim of a random assault. And then I realized I shouldn't bother ask. I should do something about it. So no, Sigurd, or whatever the hell that weird-ass name of yours is, I am not calling you out. I am calling out my personal trouble shooter for tonight. Someone that doesn't have to worry about being fired for crossing you, Sigburn. Someone I'm very close to. Someone we'll just call BA!

[RAHHHHHHHHHH!]

[Darkness begins flickering about the arena as lights in sections flicker and finally die. Finally each and every light in the arena dies out and a faint glow comes from the entrance ramp as a set of blue neon lights outline the entrance way it's self. With a flicker the Teletron comes to life with pictures of BloodAngel's career in the NWC rapidly flashing by as "Chasm" by Klay Scott begins to come across the speakers and the blue Neon lights begins strobbing in a dizzying pattern.]

##Lost among the recesses of the undefined, Ethereal psychotic haze.##
##Seemingly endless is the fall - no stable memories to recall.##

_FWOOM!_ _FWOOM!_ _KA-BOOOOOOOMMM!_

[And with the beginning bars to the song playing the entrance way literally erupts with a dizzying display of pyrotechnics. Out from amidst those blasts of pyro emerges BloodAngel and the crowd erupts. BloodAngel stands atop the entrance ramp Dressed in his standard attire, his black arm less trenchcoat billowing in the smoky haze.]

JO: He hails from Tolby, Illinois ...

##No sure warning ever heard.##
##You Are FRAGILE!##

BloodAngel stands atop the ramp for another moment and then flicks a loose strand of hair from his face and begins to slowly make his way down the ramp. He stops for a moment at the bottom of the ramp and glances about the arena as the next stanza of his theme plays.

##When you expect the pain - nothing more to ascertain.##
##When you respect the lie - deadly chasm opened wide.##

Each of the screens flicker to life once more with an image as BloodAngel's logo is flashed across the screens and into many homes homes across America.

##Victim of the killers seething in the deepest mind.##
##Ever existing out of phase.##

BloodAngel makes his way to stand beside the ring steps. BloodAngel removes his trenchcoat and slowly walks over to the announcers table and lays it down.

##Steadily falling out of line - no trace of living left to find##
##You came to make me one of your kind##

BloodAngel takes a single hop up to the ring apron and turns to face the crowd. He raises his right hand with index finger extended and then slides between the top and middle ropes to stand inside the ring.

##No sure warning ever heard.##
##You Are FRAGILE!##

BloodAngel grins widely and walks to each ring post and climbs to the top turnbuckle and raises both his arms in the air to even more cheers from the crowd. He looks around and then hops back down from the final ring post as the final bars of his theme song are heard.

##When you expect the pain - nothing more to ascertain.##

[BloodAngel bearhugs Azaul, they shake hands, and BA heads over to the announcing table.]

ST: HEY! You can’t come over here!

BA: Stop me.

ST: …

JH: BloodAngel, it’s good to have you here in the booth. Welcome to the show.

BA: Thanks, it’s good to be here.

*DING DING DING*

JH: And we are underway.

ST: I can't believe I was so confused for all these years.

JH: Shaef?

ST: Here I thought Azaul was a professional wrestler.

JH: He is. A fine one at that.

ST: Then what's he doing standing there, looking "intimidating"?

JH: I guess he's making his point.

ST: His point? Looks like he's telling Ricky that his shoelaces are unti- Holy shit! He bitch smacked him! Azaul bitch smacked Ricky Masters! Since when does Azaul even know how to bitch smack?

JH: It looks like he's been practicing, because that one was a doozy. Masters still looks stunned from it. And Azaul right on the attack, Crossed Horized Sunset Flip!

BA: I taught him how to bitchslap.

ST: NO! Not like this!

One...

ST: Not so soon!

Two...

ST: Kick out Ricky!

Thre...

ST: Thank the Lord! He kicked out!

JH: Looked more like a spasm than a kickout.

ST: Don't try to take credit aw- No!

BA: Doesn’t look good for Masters. When does it, though?

JH: Azaul again on the move. He's locked on an abdominal stretch. And Throws a punch to the face! Now an elbow to the gut. Punch, elbow, punch, elbow. If Masters spends any more time in Lolipop land, he'll be elected mayor.

ST: Funny. No, hillarious.

JH: Azaul hooking Masters arm between the legs, Pump Handle Suplex!

ST: Not another pin!

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KICK OUT!

JH: Kick out with a bit more breathing room that time.

ST: Then why am I hyperventilating?

JH: I guess all that color commentary is taking it out of you.

BA: It could be the fact that you are morbidly obese, too.

ST: Funny, coming from a guy named BloodAngel.

BA: Say that again.

ST: Uhhh… No, thank you.

JH: And back in the ring…

ST: OH! Look at that! Masters is back on his feet, the two men lock up…

JH: That is my job…

ST: Oh, yeah, heh, right. Go ahead. Go ahead.

JH: The two men lock up. Masters seems to have his wits back… Azaul sends Masters for another supple-NO! Blocked by Masters! He reverses it into one of his own…

ST: You see? You see? Big comeback! Big comeback!

BA: Don’t count Azaul out yet.

ST: But, with all the great skills Masters brings to the ring-

BA: I SAID… Don’t count Azaul out yet.

JH: Indeed, this match has been all Azaul so far. And I can’t help but wonder if that will continue. Masters takes control… Armbar takedown! Big pressure on Azaul’s shoulder! This is the type of match Masters wants… He has to slow down Azaul, he has to win this game…

BA: This is also Azaul’s type of match…

ST: Masters releases the hold, which means only one thing… Something worse…

JH: Indeed. The thing that makes Masters great is his ability to take control and keep it… He picks Azaul up… Double leg takedown!

ST: Azaul, meet your Master!

BA: *sigh* Is that all you had to say?

JH: And a half-crab by Masters… Not good for Azaul! He has some distance to the ropes…

ST: Masters has him! Still champ! STILL CHAMP!

BA: He’ll make it. Azaul knows how to play this game, trust me.

JH: NO! Masters lets it go… AND GOES TO WORK!

ST: STOMP HIM THROUGH THE MAT, RICKY! STOMP!

JH: Smart play by Masters to let go when Azaul got close. And right when he let go, he went back to work… He picks up Azaul… Brainbuster!

ST: Control is what Masters needs, and control is what he has. Things aren’t looking too good for your side, BA.

JH: LEGSWEEP BY AZAUL! Down goes Masters… And now it is Azaul’s turn to stomp! Look at him kick away!

ST: You gonna take credit for that, too, BA?

BA: Nope. That’s pure Azaul, right there, I never learned how to do a leg sweep.

JH: Ricky is back on his knees, trying to fight to get up… Azaul locks up with him… Snap DDT! Snap DDT by Masters! And the quick cover!

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ST: HAHA! There we go! Azaul is out cold!

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JH: And a kickout! Masters picks him up… Whips Azaul into the ropes… Why does this feel like last week…

ST: AND A CLOTHESLINE TO THE OUTSIDE!

JH: A lot like last week… It’s almost as if Azaul wears a sign that says, "Hi, knock me over the top and outside."

ST: Well, he was wearing it, and then it got knocked into the next century.

JH: Masters heads outside, and BloodAngel leaves the table…

ST: He… He can’t do that…

JH: He just did. Masters spots BloodAngel, spits in his direction…

ST: Always a gentleman.

JH: …And Throws Azaul back into the ring…

ST: No matter how good Masters may be, two on one isn’t very good odds, and with those odds, he’d have to sweat and get all nasty to win, so he decides against it.

JH: Oh, he’s already sweating. After the way this match opened, he’s got to be sweating every moment it continues…

ST: BAH! That was luck and cheating, and nothing else. And even while cheating, it wasn’t enough to beat Masters…

JH: This match has a lot riding on the line. The winner gets the TSW title!

BA: A little pressure in that ring right now.

ST: Wait. So, if Masters wins, he stays champ. Just like that?

JH: Yes. And if Azaul wins, Masters loses the championship.

ST: Right… KILL AZAUL! KILL HIM!

BA: That is messed up.

JH: Masters pulls Azaul into the middle… SCHOOLBOY BY AZAUL!

ST: REVERSED INTO A CHICKENWING SLEEPER BY MASTERS!

JH: Not good for Azaul! But what a match this has been. Two mat technicians duking it out.

ST: TAP! TAP!

JH: Azaul gets an arm free! He gets an arm free!

BA: Oooh… But Masters just put more pressure on the one arm he still has…

JH: Azaul is grimacing, I don’t think he’s gonna get free… Masters may have the shot at the NWC title!

BA: Azaul is so close! COME ON!

ST: TAP, YOU LITTLE PANSY!

JH: AZAUL MAKES IT! THIS ISN’T OVER YET!

ST: DAMNIT!

BA: But one hell of a move by Masters…

JH: Indeed. The man has talent, buried beneath all of his unlikable qualities… He picks Azaul back up… Double leg takedown by Azaul! REVERSE FIGURE FOUR!

ST: TOO CLOSE TO THE ROPES!

JH: Indeed! And Masters is free in no time…

ST: Azaul with some mean kicks! This may be it for Masters!

BA: All that training in kickboxing is paying off…

JH: Azaul is aggressive, but he’s taking a little too long to take control. He’s kinda… Showboating…

BA: Not his style. At all. But I have to admit, that does look like what he’s doing…

JH: Indeed… And Masters uses the opportunity to recover…

BA: Masters is back on his feet…

ST: Kill him, Ricky, kill him.

JH: EYE GOUGE! The ref gives Masters a warning…

BA: He knew the rules, he just chose to disregard them.

JH: Masters coming in with a clothesline, Azaul ducks. Masters- HEY!

ST: Oh lord no. He has accidently knocked down the referee.

JH: That was as deliberate and harder than any other move Masters has landed tonight. He just wanted to-

ST: Ohmygod! Whatshedoing?!

JH: Azaul has thrown a tight fisted punch into Masters' groin.

ST: That's illegal!

JH: I guess it's Azaul's way of saying "So you want the referee out of the equation?"

ST: He's heading under the ring. I've got to stop him.

JH: Azaul has a fire extinguisher, and my announce 'colleague' has left his position to... evidently to get showered by Azaul's fire extinguisher. It doesn't look like that's what Schaef had in mind. At all. Azaul lets his weapon go. The referee is coming to.

BA: You, see? I have the easiest job in the world.

ST: He… HE SPRAYED ME! ME!

JH: My question is, why did you even go to help?

BA: Azaul is back in the ring… Masters is back up…

JH: And the clothesline doesn’t miss this time! Down goes Azaul!

ST: And by the way Masters is punching at the downed Azaul, I’d have to think this gonna be over in no time!

JH: Indeed, the man is motivated to hurt, and he is tearing apart Azaul… AZAUL ROLLS HIM INTO A BRIDGE PIN!

ST: NO!

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ST: NOOOOOOO!













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[Sounds of BloodAngel chuckling to himself.]



















3…

JH: NO! KICKOUT BY MASTERS! Azaul on his feet, he turns to face Ricky… Spinebuster by Masters! THIS COULD BE IT! HE IS GOING FOR IT!

ST: SLOW RIDE TO-

BA: Oops.

JH: I don’t know if that elbow to Masters’ groin was intentional or not, but it stops him cold…

BA: Azaul quick to his feet…

ST: COME ON, REF! That deserves more than a warning… Stupid, lousy cheater…

JH: Masters slow to his feet. Azaul finally done being yelled at… He turns around… SLEEPER BY MASTERS! SLEEPER BY MASTERS!

BA: Right in the middle of the ring, too…

JH: Azaul struggles towards the ropes, but he just doesn’t have the power… Masters keeps him in the center…

ST: YES! YES! YES!

BA: Sounds like your colleague over here needs some new pants…

JH: Indeed. But I really don’t want to dwell on that thought. Azaul starts to fade in the center. He’s too far away… There is no escape…

BA: This really doesn’t look good for Azaul.

JH: The ref raises Azauls hand… It falls…

ST: THAT IS ONCE!

JH: Again. And again, it falls…

ST: THAT IS TWICE!

JH: Again. And- WAIT! WAIT!

BA: Kick to Masters’ shin! DESPERATION CHINBREAKER! And Azaul is back! The quick cover on Masters!

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2…



JH: And a kickout with time to spare! Masters is tough, I’ll give him that. He’s gone through it all, and he is still fighting…

ST: Where is Azaul going?

BA: Masters is once more getting to his feet… Damn…

JH: Azaul's attacks have been mostly ground based and quick. I don't know if heading to the top rope is a change in strategy, or just seizing an opportunity.

ST: Hopefully it means Azaul is desperate. He's asking himself "How do I keep Ricky Masters Down?"

JH: With a Cracker Jack dropkick!

ST: Ah!

JH: Azaul landed a foot to the face, another to the gut, and Masters can't figure out which body part to clutch.

ST: I can't believe myself.

JH: Schaef?

ST: When you said Azaul had a lot of pactice bitch smacking, I should have said it was with your Mom.

JH: What are you, fourteen? And trapped in the nineties?

ST: Trapped? What year is it?

JH: Azaul winds up a neck breake- Reversed on him! Masters is back in control.

ST: Exactly how it should be. When you're as slick as Ricky, who I call "The Slick Ruler", by the way, you can pull- AH!

JH: The "Slick Ruler" trapped in the Northern Lights suplex!


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Thr-

JH: KICK OUT!

BA: Both men quick to their feet!

ST: Masters with a kick to the gut…

JH: Double-underhook DDT! WOW! Right back into it!

BA: Masters is a machine… That man has taken a lot, and he still has it in him to go on the offensive…

JH: Masters picks up Azaul! FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! IT MAY BE OVER!

ST: IT HAS TO BE! THIS CAN’T CONTINUE!

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ST: YES!








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3-

JH: NO! KICKOUT! But you don’t get any closer! And both men just lay there… Is there anything left in them?!?

BA: There… Can’t be… This has been too much…

JH: I have to agree…

ST: Masters is up… Azaul staggers up…

BA: Too much for too long…

JH: BIG BELLY-TO-BELLY BY MASTERS!

ST: Right in the middle! OH NO!

JH: SLOW RIDE INTO HELL!

BA: Come on, Azaul, get out!

ST: No can do! This is it!

JH: He’s too far away…

*DING DING DING*

JH: AND MASTERS DID IT! MASTERS RETAINS THE TSW TRI-STATE CHAMPIONSHIP!

BA: But not easily.

JH: Not at all… This really could have gone either way.

ST: But it went the right way! NO GOLD FOR AZAUL! NONE!

[As Masters clutches the TSW Belt close and rolls out of the ring “Violent” by Argyle Park cranks up loudly]

JH: What? Who is this?

[There, on the Tri-Tron appears Sigurd Von Glatz, still behind his desk, and still clutching that piece of paper.]

SVG: The name is Azaul. Azaul gets the NWC World Title Shot against Hunter Sabuani. Got in Himmel!

JH: AZAUL AND HUNTER SABUANI! NEXT WEEK, FOR THE NWC WORLD TITLE!

ST: NO! Ricky Masters deserves that shot! He beat Azaul! He BEAT HIM!

JH: Maybe! But Azaul’s name was drawn, he gets the shot! Ladies and gentlemen! Goodnight from TSW!

ST: NO!!!!! NOT AZAUL!!!