29th November 2006

[FWF]

MYLES: Hello and welcome to Live-Wire. I’m Linda Myles.

STRACHON: And I’m Sam Strachon. What a show we have for you tonight.

MYLES: In our main event, James Bohne takes on Oswald Brodd.

STRACHON: And the rest of the wWo will face the US tag team champions in non-title action.

MYLES: And that’s not all, coming up…

Suddenly, “Sparkle and Shine” by Econoline Crush plays. After a moment, Mark Briggs enters the arena. The crowd boo as he stands on stage with a microphone, wearing a black suit with a blue shirt.

DOA BRIGGS: Hello, great Live-Wire fans. It is I… your Director of Authority, Mr. Mark Biggs.

STRACHON: Oh, God.

MYLES: What?

STRACHON: He’s as idiotic as his father.

DOA BRIGGS: I came out here for a number of reasons. The first one is the Iron Man title tournament. At Bloodthirst, Violator defeated Dominator, advancing into round two. Two superstars will face off next week in yet another round one match.

MYLES: I can’t wait for this.

DOA BRIGGS: In one corner will be a newcomer to FWF. Let’s see if he can prove his worth… Shade! And his opponent… someone who has been here for a fair bit of time. A member of the wWo …Couch Potato.

STRACHON: Yes! Shade will get destroyed.

DOA BRIGGS: Also, seeing as I mentioned Bloodthirst, I have some news regarding the main event. Although Mr. Bethea won his match against Mr. Bohne, he felt that a disqualification was not the end of it. And so, Mike Farrell has informed me that a match will be taking place.

MYLES: A match?

DOA BRIGGS: He said that Mr. Bethea is an FWF legend and not just a Live-Wire one. He also stated that if Mr. Bohne wanted to try and own this place, he would have to try his luck on Monday Night Rampage. With that said… at FWF Black Out it will be Ernest “The Beast” Bethea …versus “The Assassin” James Bohne.

STRACHON: Wow, that’s huge news.

MYLES: I can’t wait.

DOA BRIGGS: Last Man Standing! Enjoy the rest of the show.

As the crowd begin to cheer for the announcement, Briggs walks behind the curtain. “Remedy” by Seether plays. After a moment, KOK and Shawn Fuller enter the arena to a cheering audience. The two of them walk down the ramp and get into the ring. They then get on opposite turnbuckles and hold their belts into the air.

JENKINS: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first …at a combined weight of 524 pounds …they are the FWF United States Tag Team champions …Shawn Fuller and the King of Kings!

A neon green light surrounds the arena as “Line in the Sand” by Motorhead plays. McCroon stands on stage smiling. Seconds later, Couch and Mak join him. The three of them walk down the ramp. Mak and Couch get into the ring.

JENKINS: And their opponents …at a combined weight of 385 pounds …the team of Gangsta Mak and Couch Potato …the Weird World Order!

The bell sounds and Couch starts things off with KOK. They lock up and KOK over powers Couch into the corner. He goes for a right hand, but Couch ducks. He then punches KOK in the side of the head. He Irish-whips him, but KOK reverses, sending Couch into the opposite corner.

STRACHON: Come on, Potato!

Couch stumbles out and KOK hits him with a clothesline. Couch gets up and KOK hooks his head. He then lifts him up into the air before crashing him down with a suplex. He goes for the cover. …1 …2. Couch kicks out.

MYLES: You’re cheering did no good, Sam.

STRACHON: Listen, woman…

MYLES: Watch your mouth.

KOK picks Couch up, but Couch pokes him in the eye. He then hits the shining wizard before tagging in Mak. Mak quickly gets in and takes KOK down with a spear. He covers. …1 …2. KOK kicks out. Mak picks him up.

STRACHON: This is great team work by wWo.

MYLES: No doubt they work well as a team, but I still disagree with some of their tactics.

STRACHON: Some of their tactics?

MYLES: Okay, all of them.

STRACHON: Hey!

Mak then tags in Couch. Couch comes in and charges at KOK, knocking him down with a clothesline. KOK is getting to his feet as Couch tags Mak back in.

MYLES: Quick tags.

Mak Irish-whips KOK into the corner, but KOK reverses. He then runs at Mak, but Mak moves out of the way and KOK hits the turnbuckle. Gangsta Mak then connects with a dropkick.

STRACHON: Great move!

Mak tags in Couch. He then picks KOK up onto his feet. Both Couch and Mak hook KOK’s head. They then nail a double suplex. Couch goes for the cover as Mak gets on the outside. …1 …2. KOK kicks out.

MYLES: Not quite.

Couch waits for KOK to get up. In doing so, Potato hits the shining wizard. KOK stumbles around for a bit before Couch takes him down with a neckbreaker. He covers. …1 …2. KOK kicks out and Couch tags in Mak.

MYLES: In comes the former cruiserweight champion.

STRACHON: Don’t rub it in.

Mak grabs KOK. He then Irish-whips him, but KOK reverses. Mak bounces back and KOK hits him with a spinebuster out of desperation. Both men try to reach over and tag their partners.

STRACHON: Who can get to their corners first?

Mak is able to tag in Couch. Couch grabs KOK’s leg. KOK stands, hopping on his one free leg. He then quickly hits a clothesline before making the tag to Shawn.

MYLES: In comes Fuller!

Mak runs at Fuller, but Shawn clotheslines him down. Mak gets up and runs at Shawn, but also receives a clothesline. Mak gets up again and Shawn kicks him in the stomach before hooking his arms.

MYLES: Can we see it?

STRACHON: NO!

Shawn then nails the pedigree. He stands. He is about to cover, but Couch walks over to him from behind. Before Couch has a chance to do anything, KOK hits him with a high knee, knocking him out of the ring. KOK then picks Shawn up and hits him with a second pedigree before covering. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here are your winners …the FWF US Tag Team champions …The King of Kings and Shawn Fuller!

The scene quickly cuts to the backstage area. Stood in front of a wall with a Live-Wire banner hanging from it is The Predator. His Heavyweight World title is draped over his shoulder and mixed reactions are heard from the crowd in the arena.

PREDATOR: Ever since Bloodthirst, when I made my return to FWF by switching brands, I’ve been asked the same question: “Why, Predator, why?” As clichéd as that is, that’s what I’ve been hearing. Why did I attack Camisado last week? Well, you see… it’s quite simple.

MYLES: This should be good.

STRACHON: It’s the Predator, of course it will be.

MYLES: I was being sarcastic.

PREDATOR: The reason dates back to Collision. Not FWF versus wWo… but a year back. FWF versus UCW. That’s right… the company that I helped build from scratch. I held the UCW title seven times. Seven… times. That company meant everything to me and I thought it was the best company alive.

STRACHON: It was!

PREDATOR: And then FWF beat us. Once again, the golden child of FWF, Dan Taylor was the sole survivor in the All or Nothing match and he put an end to UCW. I eventually thought that… that we’d been beaten by the best.

MYLES: Sam, you’ve commentated for both FWF and UCW… which do you prefer?

STRACHON: UCW without a doubt.

PREDATOR: Then this year at Collision, I was proved wrong once again. Team wWo completely destroyed team FWF. Four members remained. What does that say about FWF? It says that we’re low. The company that I’ve respected and defended since UCW was ran out of business. And if FWF aren’t the best, then UCW were beaten by scum.

MYLES: Hey!

PREDATOR: By Camisado losing to Weird World Order, he has spat on both the FWF legacy and the UCW legacy. He does not deserve to be here. Next week, I’ve been put in a match against Camisado. I’m going to teach him a lesson… about FWF… about UCW. Camisado… I am the Predator… and you are the prey!

MYLES: Don’t go anywhere… more Live-Wire when we return!

[FWF]

STRACHON: Welcome back to Live-Wire.

”Slow Chemical” by Finger 11 plays and the lights dim. The arena fills with fog as Shade walks out. He makes his way down the ramp before climbing into the ring.

Charles: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ...from parts unknown ...weighing 341 pounds ...Shade!

The lights dim and Superbeast plays as Freak Machine walks out. He walks down the ramp, and then gets into the ring.

Charles: And the opponent ...weighing 275 pounds ...Freak Machine!

The bell rings. Freak Machine and Shade lock up. Shade backs FM into the corner and delivers a knee to the gut. He grabs FM and whips him to the opposite turnbuckle. Shade charges at FM and spears him into the turnbuckle.

MYLES: Great impact!

FM staggers out and Shade grabs him around the throat, signalling for a chokeslam. FM kicks Shade in the gut, and DDT’s him. He makes the cover. ...1 ...2. Shade kicks out. FM bounces off the ropes and attempts a leg drop. Shade moves and FM lands hard on the mat.

STRACHON: Nobody home!

Shade kicks FM in the back and applies a rear chinlock. FM tries to hit Shade to break the hold, but to no avail. He gets up to one knee and elbows Shade in the gut, loosening his grip. FM gets to his feet and backdrops Shade.

STRACHON: Great move!

FM bounces off the ropes again, this time nailing the leg drop. He covers. 1...2... Shade kicks out. He drags Shade to his feet and attempts the suplex. FM is unable to lift Shade, and Shade counters into a suplex of his own.

MYLES: Great counter:

STRACHON: Can Shade capitalise?

Shade slowly waits for FM to get to his feet. In doing so, Shade kicks him in the stomach. He then executes the drop of dilenger. Shade covers. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner …Shade!

STRACHON: This guy is huge.

MYLES: Imagine him against little Couch Potato.

Shade exits the arena. Moments later, FM follows, hanging his head in shame. Show me what you got blares on the P.A. as Kyndal Stone appears on the stage, and walks down the entrance way with mixed reactions from the crowd. She gets on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring.

JENKINS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from Brooklyn, New York… Kyndal Stone!

The lights in the arena go dim. Two lightning bolts then strike the stage, at the same time God of Thunder plays on the P.A. as a spotlight shines down to the middle of the stage.

JENKINS: And her opponent ...from Cornwall, New York …Prozac!

Prozac walks out and stands in the light. He then starts marching towards the ring and slides in, he then meets a baseball slide by Kyndal, knocking him back out of the ring.

STRACHON: Here's Kyndal getting an early start in this match. Can you believe this place? Putting defenseless girls against a guy.

MYLES: They both have considerable talent. Kyndal proved that to us against Oswald Brodd at Bloodthirst.

STRACHON: That match was unfair and you know it, she had no chance of winning that, this makes me sick.

Prozac quickly gets back up and slides back in the ring. Kyndal begins stomping on his back several times, before she is pushed off by Prozac. As Prozac stands up, he is hit with a clothesline, causing him to fall back down to the mat. Kyndal then puts her foot across his neck, choking him.

MYLES: That's cheating!

STRACHON: Why don't you go interfere, you seem to make a habit of that.

MYLES: Very funny.

The referee tries to force Kyndal off of Prozac, and forces her into the turnbuckle. Prozac is able to get up, and charges after Kyndal and the referee and Kyndal, who are in the corner. Kyndal quickly moves out of the way causing Prozac to crush the referee into the turnbuckle, practically knocking him out. Kyndal realizes this and exits the ring, grabbing the ring bell.

MYLES: What the hell is she doing?

STRACHON: Being a genius, of course.

Kyndal slides back into the ring, and goes up behind Prozac, She lifts the ring bell high in the air, and comes crashing down, only to have her arms caught by Drake. Kyndal tries to free herself, and ends up giving Prozac a low blow. She then takes the ringbell, and smacks it across the head of Prozac, causing him to fall over.

MYLES: She is just sick, that was highly uncalled for.

STRACHON: What do you expect? I call it an equalizer.

Kyndal sees the referee is about to get up, so she throws the bell out of the ring. She gets down, and repeatedly punches Prozac. The referee is finally stable again, as Kyndal stands up and ascends the turnbuckle.

MYLES: What's she going for here?

STRACHON: Not sure, but I think it may be a move off the top rope.

MYLES: Enough about that already.

Kyndal jumps off the top rope, as Dave wobbles to his feet, attempting a dragonrana off the top rope, however Prozac catches her, and nails her with a powerbomb, causing both of them to fall back to the mat. Both Kyndal and Prozac attempt to get to their feet, as Prozac barely finds enough energy to clothesline Kyndal back to the mat.

MYLES: Prozac’s coming back!

STRACHON: About time.

Prozac stumbles to the turnbuckle, trying to get more energy. He shortly after goes to Kyndal, locking in a headlock. The referee checks on Kyndal, who is trying to break the hold. She elbows Prozac in the stomach, causing him to loosen the headlock. She then stands up, lifting Prozac in the air, and slams him back down to the mat.

STRACHON: I'd like to find out how he can do even that much after being hit with a bell.

MYLES: I'd like to see you say something that actually makes sense.

STRACHON: That makes perfect sense, you wouldn't be able to move after being smacked with a ring bell.

Kyndal hits a leg drop across the neck of Prozac, and gets up to hit another. Prozac grabs his neck in pain as Kyndal grabs his hair and picks him up, then hits him with a strong European uppercut, causing him to fall back down to the mat.

STRACHON: That sounded like it hurt, I could hear that impact from here.

As Prozac is getting up, Stone grabs him. She then Irish-whips him into the corner, before climbing that very turnbuckle. She then executes the Rolling Stone. Kyndal goes for the cover. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner …Kyndal Stone!

MYLES: Well, folks, our main event is coming up. Don’t go anywhere.

[FWF]

MYLES: Welcome back.

STRACHON: It is now time for the MAAAIN EVENT!

MYLES: And its not the first time we have seen these two in the ring

Pathetic by Five.Bolt.Main begins playing through the P.A. A few moments later James Bohne steps from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Dressed in his usual ring attire, the black shorts with an initial on either side. Bohne begins arrogantly making his way down the ramp, as he does green pyro bursts from stage highlighting every face in the arena with a green hue. As he gets to the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and hops to his feet, standing in the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face, James thumps his fist into the air, setting off green pyro that fires from the rings corners.

JENKINS: The following match is scheduled, for one fall. Introducing first ...from Salem, New Hampshire ...weighing in at 210 pounds ...James Bohne!

MYLES: James Bohne, looking a bit too confident after what happened the last time these two met.

The Pursuit of Vikings by Amon Amarth booms through the PA, and the crowd erupt into cheers, as Oswald Brodd bursts from behind the curtains. Making his way through the smoke hovering at the bottom of the stage, Brodd begins to make his way down the ramp, chugging on the horn occasionally, which hangs loosely from his waist. Donned in his usual fur coat and Vikings helmet. Slapping a few of the fans hands on the way, he gets to the ring, climbing up the stairs and through the ropes. Oswald gives a long hard stare at James Bohne and soaks up the atmosphere of the still cheering audience.

JENKINS: And his opponent ...hailing from Denmark ...weighing in at 308 pounds ...he is the FWF Hardcore Champion ...Oswald Brodd!

STRACHON: Brodd, looking as fired up as usual.

The bell rings, and the competitors lock up. Oswald dictates the lock up and tosses James to the floor, James hops right back to his feet with a stern look plastered over his face. They lock up again, this time James begins dictating the struggle and tosses Oswald to the mat, who like his opponent gets straight to his feet.

MYLES: No one able to take to control early on.

Again the two wrestlers lock up, and after a minute or so going back and forth, James is overpowered and pushed to a corner. Brodd goes for a hook, but James rolls from the corner and clubs Brodd in the back. He turns around and connects with a right hook, and a second, James blocks the third attempt. And replies with a punch of his own, then the left hook connects, but Brodd ducks the third shot and delivers a stiff punch to Bohnes ribs.

MYLES: This is more like a boxing match!

STRACHON: Unfortunately may have the advantage with this style of fight.

James follows the shot with an elbow shot to the temple of Brodd, stunning his opponent, he bounces of the ropes going for a clothesline, but Oswald ducks, and follows up with a clothesline of his own. James pops straight back up to his feet and mows Brodd down with his own clothesline. Brodd also jumps straight back to his feet as they both bounce off the ropes, and nail each other with clotheslines.

STRACHON: Both men seem to have each other scouted well.

Both men, frustrated, get to their feet, Brodd takes the initiative and charges at James with a lariat but James ducks it. As Brodd turns around James nails him with a dropkick.

STRACHON: Be-a-u-tiful dropkick by the wWo leader, who looks to take control.

James pounces on his downed opponent, hitting a few knees to the gut before locking Brodd in a headlock. James squeezes the hold as Oswald begins to struggle, getting to one knee James begins to tighten the hold further, shaking Brodd from side to side. Brodd gets his leg up, struggling further to get out of the hold, getting a secure foothold he breaks out of the hold and gets to his feet. James bounces off the rope and immediately hit’s a dropkick to the knee of Brodd who is sent back to the mat.

MYLES: Clever thinking by James, who seems to be trying to take the energy out of his fiery opponent.

STRACHON: James is showing how using in-ring intelligence can dominate games.

James stomps on the head of Brodd, before locking in a tight triangle choke hold. After a few minutes Brodd begins to show resilience and starts to fight of the hold, again slowly trying to force his way out, getting to one knee. Then getting a leg, as he does, Brodd picks James up and slams him to he mat to break the hold. As he does, James immediately spears Oswald back down to the mat and hits him with a few right hooks, before turning and hooking a body scissors on.

MYLES: This must be wearing the FWF champion down.

Brodd looks to lay back for a few minutes as the hook around his chest tightens, as the minutes pass by both men begin to struggle. Oswald attempts to wriggle out of the hold, but James has it held tight, and Brodd switches to delivering right hand punches to his opponent. After a few stiff jabs James releases the hold. Brodd and James both jump to their, although both do so sheepishly, Brodd lays into Bohne with right hook followed by left hook and then whips him into the ropes, but James reverses. As Brodd bounces back off the ropes James catches him in a sleeper hold.

STRACHON: The veteran James Bohne continues teaching Oswald Brodd a lesson in wrestling.

James looks to tighten the fold , constantly checking on the body of Brodd for movement, as his body begins to limp James taunts the crowd. Shake him vigorously a few times, Brodd’s body looks to be completely dead as the referee begins checking Oswald’s consciousness. The referee picks up Brodds arm then lets it drop, he picks the arm up for a second time and lets it drop, picking it up for the third time Brodd manages to keep it from falling. As he does James switches his position and hits Oswald with an inverted DDT. As Brodd hit’s the mat, James rolls to his back and locks in a full nelson.

MYLES: He’s just not letting up on Oswald Brodd.

STRACHON: He will of wanted to wrestle Brodd in this kind of environment, especially after losing his Hardcore title in the match type at Sunday Night Showdown.

Brodd again begins to struggle in the hold after a minute of allowing, trying at first to out power James and push his arms free but after doing so James locks the hold in tighter. After another minute or so Brodd opts to get to his feet, as he does slowly he grabs the head of James and hits him with a jawbreaker. Both men are laid out on the floor and the referee begins counting …1 ...2 ...3. both men being to get to their knees …4 …5. James gets to his feet first and charges at Brodd, but is met with a shoulder block. James jumps back to his feet but Oswald forces him into the corner, and hits him with a spear into the corner.

MYLES: Brodd trying to get a handle on this fight.

James stumbles out of the corner and is met with a neck breaker, Brodd begins to stomp the head of James and then drops an elbow drop to the head of Bohne. Brodd bounces off the ropes and nails a knee drop to the head of Bohne before locking in chicken wing cross face. The hold looks tight as James begins to let out cries of agony, but eventually reaches the ropes.

STRACHON: Rookie mistake, had the submission move locked in too close to the ropes.

MYLES: But Brodd still showing he isn’t just a brawler.

STRACHON: Well, he should stick to just brawling.

Brodd picks his opponent up to his feet and nails him with a snap suplex, maintaining the hold he then rolls around and hits James with a vertical suplex. Getting to his feet after the impact Brodd immediately hits James with a sidewalk slam, and covers. ...1 ...2. James kicks out. Oswald gets James to his feet once again, and after kicking him in the gut locks in an abdominal stretch. James looks to try power his way out of the move, but after a few attempts James changes to try and wriggle free of the move, lowering himself to the mat James rolls forward with his arms slipping free.

STRACHON: Good escape there by Bohne.

MYLES: I think it was easier for him to escape because of how much he was sweating.

STRACHON: And what would you know about wrestling?!

Brodd clubs James with a fist to the back of the head and then attempts a German suplex, but James lands on his feet, Brodd turns and attempts the Clothesline from Valhalla out of nowhere, but James ducks, and is instead hit with a spine buster on his return.

MYLES: Huge spine buster! By the FWF Champion.

Brodd quickly delivers a few stomps to the limp body of his opponent before pulling him to the centre of the ring, and quickly climbing up the closest turnbuckle. After a moment of setting himself up, Brodd leaps off and hit’s the double knee stomp, goes for a cover. ...1 ...2 …3. James kicks out.

MYLES: Almost got the pin, for…

STRACHON: For the Flying Viking!

MYLES: Do you just like saying that?

James rolls to the outside of the ring, with Brodd waiting for the count out and catching his breath. …1 ...2 ...3 ...4. James slowly begins to make movements. …5 ...6. Getting up one leg but still unsteady…7...8...James gets fully to his feet, as he does Oswald quickly rolls to the outside, but when he does James rolls back into the ring and launches himself over the ropes with a plancha. Brodd catches James and slams him to the floor with a death valley driver.

STRACHON: Ouch! James looks to be out cold.

Brodd picks the lifeless body of his opponent and rolls him into the ring, shortly following himself he goes for the cover. …1 ...2. James gets his leg onto the rope. Brodd jumps to his feet out of frustration and begins wildly stomping his floored challenger, bringing him to his feet Brodd looks to end the fight with the Twilight of Gods, but at the last minute James rolls out of the move and goes for the JKO, but Brodd pushes him off. Bouncing off the ropes Brodd attempts a running lariat but James ducks and as Oswald turns nails him with a super kick, and then drops to his knees himself.

STRACHON: Out of nowhere!

MYLES: He’s got an arm over Brodd.

...1 ...2. Brodd kicks out.

STRACHON: Just manages to kick out!

James slowly gets to his feet and starts stomping Brodd, bringing Oswald to his feet, seconds later he sends him crashing back down with a scoop slam. James quickly climbs the nearest corner and leaps of with a frog splash. He covers. ...1 …2. Brodd kicks out.

STRACHON: He kicked out again, I can’t believe it!

James stands up, aggrivated. He goes to the turnbuckle again, and leaps off with another frog splash, only to slam down hard onto the mat after Brodd rolls out of the way. Brodd uses the last of his energy to stand up, and hit James with the clothesline from Valhalla, falling on James. The referee counts the pin. ...1 ...2 ...3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner... Oswald Brodd!

STRACHON: No! James was robbed!

MYLES: You know he won fair and square, just accept a loss, will you?

STRACHON: Bleh, see you next week folks, and thanks for watching.