June 23, 2009, TNS

[Neal Banks]

The screen is overtaken by static, almost as though the camera feed has been hacked into. Black and white snow fills the view for a moment before solidifying into the solitary view of the New York City skyline. There's a sound in the silence, an unmistakable click, snick and fwoosh as a Zippo lighter is lit. For a brief second the flame illuminates the position of a man, reclining against the metal fire escape. The glowing cherry is the only thing that draws the eye to his black on black silhouette. He begins to speak, and although strangely familiar, the voice is not easy to place. It's hoarse, grown rusty with misuse and abuse- filled with a strange cadence.

Smoking Man: Greetings are overrated. You don't know me, so there's no reason you should feel inclined to listen. Greetings, salutations, portents... they all add up the same. A warning of sorts- nice little declaration with minimal fanfare. I'm here.

The sound of his deep inhale punctuates the stillness. The cherry glows brighter, reflecting in his dark eyes, revealing the look of disgust on his features.

Smoking Man: There was a time when the bullshit was at a minimum, and vigilante justice was something you only saw in comic books. Like a relic of some stinking era that's passed by, I cling to the vestiges of hope that the world isn't doomed. I think I'm sorely mistaken. That time has come and gone. The world's not looking for a handout, or another wannabe hero. It doesn't need a savior. It doesn't need ME.

His sigh is bitter as he pauses, taking another long drag off the cancer stick clamped between his lips.

Smoking Man: You see, in my world nothing comes without a price. You do something to me, you get something back. You get back what I decide you deserve. In my city darkness reigns supreme and the monsters grow stronger every day. I keep asking myself if I'm one of those monsters, and I keep coming up short of an answer. Not that it matters much. Saint... sinner... only thing that matters is who's holding the smoking gun when the dust settles.

There's a rustle as he shifts positions, still invisible in the inky gloom. Smoke drifts towards the lights below.

Smoking Man: There was a time when wrestling was a sport- when the sound of a frenzied crowd in an arena conjured images of Roman coliseums and battle-hardened gladiators. Not a room filled with actors and freaks with hidden agendas. Someone told me this place was different. A place where sheer talent bought you a ticket to the top. Guess we'll see, won't we? They keep telling me those days are forgotten. They tell me I'm old and washed up. Names don't contain me. Neither do your petty little insults.

Chilling laughter fills the silence, the glowing tip of the cigarette bobbing up and down.

Smoking Man: I'm coming. Let this serve as a warning beacon in the night. I'm here. You won't like it. You never do.

His breath steams from his mouth, mingling with the cigarette smoke, and raspy laughter. He cracks his knuckles slowly, his smile widening to flash his teeth.

Smoking Man: Names aren't important. You'll know who I am soon enough.

The feed cuts off abruptly, with another burst of static that is hard on the ears as well as the eyes.

Credit: Jackson

[Neal Banks]

ProtoType v.s Chris Honda

Will be posted later on tonight.......

[Neal Banks]

Leah Henne: Right now I’m standing by with INW’s newest acquisition, and a veteran of this business, multi time, multi promotion World Champion…Fusion!

Fusion: Hi there…

LH: So tonight you debut in the 8-Man Cage Match for the Maverick Championship…your thoughts?

Fusion: My thoughts…how it’s nice to win a title so early in my INW career…first match…golden. I mean I’m going to be honest, this is a nice test, make sure I’m on the ball…with 7 other guys to keep an eye on, I have my work cut out and I have to think that some of them will be looking to take me out due to the fact I come here with a legacy, a career to already be proud of.

LH: Would I be correct in assuming you are going to let this World Title situation play out, and then direct your attention at the first INW Champion, whoever that may be?

Fusion: You would be 100% correct…the fact of the matter is I stand just away from the summit of the mountain…at all times…right now my path is blocked to the top…but that is only until SummerFest. As soon as the Champion is crowned there…I aim at him…his title…and how that guy is in my spot at the summit of the mountain. I’m going to put something out there right now…I am here to win…to take the Championships and dominate. It starts with the Maverick title tonight…and then as soon as possible…the World Title will be mine as well! THAT IS THE FUSION SOLUTION!

Fusion leaves the scene.

[Neal Banks]

Marksman v.s Debonair
Jase: The last semi-final match to the World Title Tournament!
Chase: The winner of this will face Prototype at INW’s SummerFest!
Jase: Reminds me of WrestleMania 4’s tournament….memories.
Chase:Shut up.
:: The lights in the arena go out and there are several spotlight which float over both the fans and the aisle leading from the ramp to the ring and a chirpy beat begins to play across the entire arena.

When you walked through the door it was clear to me (clear to me...)
You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see...)
You're a - Rockstar (baby), everybody wants you... (Everybody wants you...)
Play-er, who can really blame you? (who can really blame you...?)
WE'RE THE ONES - WHO MADE YOU!

Suddenly Eminem's "We made you" begins to play over the P.A system and Fred Debonair makes his way out to ringside dressed in a black T-shirt and the same color jeans and sneakers. His eyes focused on the ring he cracks a smile and begins to 'strut' down to ringside slapping hands with some of the fans in the audience before jumping up the steel steps one at a time and climbing through the ropes.

He holds his hands up high in the air as he struts around waiting for the fans cheers and the music to die down and for the house lights to come back up as he approaches his corner and waits for the match to begin. ::
:: As Debonair stands in the ring The Marksman’s music hits and he steps out to the top of the ramp. With a mic. in hand.
Marksman: Fred, this week, I’m going to make you eat your words. You told me you are definetly willing to go through anything to achieve professional greatness. Even though you’ve been doing this for nine years, it’s time to push your body to the limit.
:: A smile comes across The Marksmans face. ::
Marksman: Tonight Fred, our match will be a hardcore, falls count everywhere match.
(The Crowd boos)
:: Suddenly, Neal Banks appears on the screen above the ramp. ::
Neal Banks: Yes, Fred, it’s true….get ready. I have the power to do it, and i’m using that power. RING THE DAMN BELL!
*The Marksman runs up the ramp and into the ring.*
Jase: I can’t believe what just happened.
Chase: It’s going down!
• The Marksman charges Debonair and is able to tackle him to the ground, he then begins to deliver countless punches to Debonair. *
Chase: He’s crazy!
*The Marksman finally stops his assault to get up, and pose to the crowd. *
*The crowd erupts into a series of boos. *
* The Marksman picks up Debonair and throws him outside of the ring towards the commentators table. *
Marksman: Get the fook out of my ring.
*Crowd Boos*
Chase: This is a different Marksman that we have been used to seeing.
Jase: We’ve had one show……
• The Marksman waits for Debo to get up, and then charges the ropes and jumps between the top and middle rope going for a suicide dive, but before contact, Debonair is able to deliver a fist to the stomach. *
• Jase: I’ve never seen that before!
Chase: What a counter!
*Debonair picks up The Marksman and begins smashing his head into the commentators table. For the last one, he gets the approval of the crowd, and smashes The Marksmans head in. *
Jase: Watch it!
• Debonair doesn’t slow up on his assault, as he delivers a smooth bodyslam the The Marksman on the mat outside the ring.*
• *The Crowd Cheers*
• *Debonair goes for a quick cover.*
• 1..
2..
*Kick out*
*Debonair, unrelentless irish wips The Marksman into the barricade. *
Chase: Jesus, that hurt me!
*Debonair steps over to The Marksman, and delivers uncountable right hands. And once again, on the last one, waits for the approval of the crowd, and delivers a hard right hand. *
* Debonair looks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. As soon as Debonair does so, we see Shaun Felix running down the ramp. Debonair doesn’t notice and continues to walk over to The Marksman. But, it’s too late, Felix delivers a hard clothesline to Debonair and he drops the chair. *
Jase: What is that idiot doing here?
Chase: Oh god.
• Felix then gets u p to revive The Marksman while Debonair is still down. The Marksman nods in approval of what Felix wants to do. Felix picks Debonair up and holds his arm behind his back barly holding him up.*
• Chase: OH no.
• * The Marksman picks up the chair, sizes up Debonair, and swings, and OH MY GOD, Debonair ducked and The Marksman hits Felix square in the face. *
• Chase: HA! What an idiot!
• * While the Marksman stares in astonishment of what he has done, Debonair runs over and delivers a hard Russian leg sweep of his own.*
• * Debonair, is furious, he walks over to the commentators table and pulls of the TV cameras. He then picks up The Marksman and throws him onto the table.*
• *The Crowd erupts into crazy chants and screams*
• * Debonair picks up The Marksman and is setting The End of Day.*
• Chase: OH my god, not threw a table
• Jase: Dear God!
• * The Marksman counters the end of days and hits a back body drop through the other table!
• Jase: What the fook!
• Jase: HE could have broken his neck!
• Chase: Right you are!
• * With Debonair barly stirring, The Marksman goes under the ring, and pulls out a little brown sack. He slides into the ring, he turns the sack over, and out come….THUMBTACKS!
• Jase: HOLY SHIT!
• Chase: NO WAY!
• *THE CROWD starts screaming NO!, and booing.*
• *The Marksman walks over to Debonairs unconscious body. Marksman throws Debonair into the ring. Once he gets in along with him, he poses in the middle once again. Then, with a sick, sadistic smile, lifts up Debonair, and gives him a powerslam onto the tacks.*
• Jase: OH MY GOD.
• *The Crowd goes crazy and overshadows everything with their cries.*
• * But The Marskman isn’t done, he walks over to a corner, and waits for the screaming and bloody Debonair to get up. He finally does, and OH MY GOD, he hit The Marked. Dear god, he hit the marked!
• Jase: It’s over….
• *Cover*
• 1..
• 2..
• 3!
• * With Debonair unconscious on the mat, with a cut on his forehead and a red puddle underneath his head, the Marksman poses and makes the Title symbol around his waist.*
• Chase: We need medical attention.
• Jase: We’re going to take a break, Mr. Debonair will need medical attention.
• *Commercial Break*

[Neal Banks]

Crank, Austin Chronicle, Shaun Felix, Jamean Jaxon, Johnny Trippin, Jacoby Thomas, Didz Hammond, Fusion all stand in the ring staring up at the demonic structure around them The bell sounds and they pair off, Crank and Didz, Chronicle and Fusion, Felix and Thomas, Trippin and Jaxon. Didz Hammond and Crank start wailing on each other, Crank, Hammond, Crank, Hammond, Crank, Hammond, Hammond, Hammond. Crank ducks another, kicks Hammond in the balls and then runs him face first into the cage wall. Crank tries again but Hammond blocks it and nails Crank in the mouth before bouncing his face off the wall. With both men trickling already, Hammond drives a knee to the gut and then smashes Crank's face into the steel again. Across the ring, Chronicle and Fusion unload a couple of shot on each other before Chronicle gets in a kick and whips Fusion off the ropes. Hammond sees him coming and drops top all fours. Fusion launches himself off Hammond and hits poetry in motion, smashing Crank hard against the steel.

Chase: Crank just got...

Jase: Crunched!

Chase: That's definitely gonna leave a mark!

Jase: For fooking sure!

Chronicle charges over and leaps off Hammond as well but Fusion drops out of the way and Chronicle clotheslines the steel, smashing himself hard. He staggers back and walks into a double backdrop from Fusion and Hammond. They step forward and hit a double low level dropkick, smashing Crank hard into the steel. As they get up, Chronicle runs them both over with a double clothesline. He puts the boots to Crank and then gives Fusion a forearm smash to the face. Hammond goes for a punch but Chronicle blocks it and gives him a forearm smash as well. Chronicle grabs Hammond and runs him face first into the steel only to turn into a dropkick from Fusion that sends Chronicle back first into Hammond, bouncing Didz off the steel again. Chronicle staggers forward as Hammond slumps to the mat bleeding like a stuck pig. Fusion catches Chronicle with a rana and then runs to the ropes, jumps up and leaps off for a twisting springboard bulldog.

Chase: What a move!

Jase: That was fooking crazy!

Chase: Dude, Didn't I tell you there were kids watching

Jase: Oh fook, sorry, I forgot...

Felix and Thomas trade shots before Felix rakes the eyes and then runs Thomas face first into a turnbuckle. He tries it for a second time but Thomas blocks it, hits a back elbow smash and then bounces Felix off the turnbuckle instead. Felix staggers back and the two men trade shots for a few seconds before Thomas tries for a whip. Felix reverses and Thomas crashes into the opposite corner. He staggers back and Felix crashes into him from behind with a running knee to the small of the back. Thomas crashes into the turnbuckles and staggers back inadvertently blasting Felix in the mouth with a wild, reflexive elbow strike and both men tumble to the mat. Across the ring, Jaxon and Trippin set to trade punches when Trippin gets in a kick to the gut and then runs for the wall. He starts to climb but Jaxon cuts him off with a shot to the back. Jaxon climbs up onto the top rope next top him and Trippin gives him a reverse knife-edge chop to the chest. Jaxon retaliates in kind and Trippin almost tumbles off the top the mat.

Chase: That was close!

Jase: Trippin better be careful or he's going to take a trip he will NOT enjoy at all!

With Jaxon and Trippin on the top rope, Didz Hammond staggers over and climbs up on the other side of Trippin, delivering a chop of his own. Jaxon and Hammond play chop pinball with Trippin bouncing him between them until Austin Chronicle and Shaun Felix come over and blast both men in the back with forearm shots. Johnny Trippin takes this opportunity to try and scramble away but is cut off by Jacoby Thomas, who kicks both Chronicle and Felix before scram,bling up between Jaxon and Hammond and nailing Trippin. He turns and sets to bomb Trippin off but Trippin grips the steel as if his life depends on it. Felix and Chronicle bounce the steel and then step into powerbomb position on the three men on the top rope. Fusion races over and hits a triple jump dropkick that loosens Trippin's grip. As he tumbles top the mat and rolls away, Chronicle and Felix pull the whole mess down in a big mass of crashing bodies.

Chase: TOWER OF DOOM!

Jase: Holy FOOK!

Chase: Dude, not cool, you're going to get us into trouble!

Jase: Oh, fook, sorry...

Crank staggers up and charges going for a spear on Fusion, Fusion ducks and Crank tackles Chronicle instead. Crank staggers back up and walks into a kick to the gut by Shaun Felix. Felix pulls him in and hits a powerbomb onto the bodies of Didz Hammond and Jacoby Thomas. Fusion starts the climb to the top with Felix right on his tail. Austin Chronicle staggers over and follows them up as well. Johnny Trippin makes his move on the other side of the ring, all alone. Fusion nears the top as Felix reaches the top rope. Austin Chronicle nails Felix in the back, bounces his head off the wall and then powerbombs Felix off to the mat. Fusion starts to pull himself up to the top of the cage and Chronicle scrambles up after him, grabbing his ankle. Across the ring, Johnny Trippin nears the top as well, when Jamean Jaxon pulls himself up to the top rope and hits a dropkick to the back, momentarily freezing Trippin. Chronicle pulls himself up even with Fusion as Jaxon scrambles up the corner and comes even with Trippin.

Chase: Oh my God, be careful up there...

Jase: They're not gonna...

Chase: God NO... DON'T!

Jase: HOOOLY!!!

Jaxon tight walks over and hits a huge rana, crashing both himself and Trippin to the mat just as Fusion ranas Chronicle. Chronicle tumbles down into Thomas, Hammond, Crank and Felix as Trippin and Jaxon land next to them. Fusion manages to grab the top of the cage and hang there as the crowd gasps and then explodes into huge cheers. Fusion pulls himself up, slowly, hand over hand, inch by inch. He pulls himself to the top and slowly throws a leg over as Chronicle, Trippin, Thomas, Jaxon, Hammond, Felix and Crank all try to stagger up. They rush to the wall, all slipping and falling over each other. They start slugging away as Fusion throws his second leg over and starts to climb down. The ruimble continues inside as Fusion lowers himself to the level of the top rope and then lets go, tumbling to the floor and victory while the others continue to pound away, sending blood, sweat and tears fly from everyone in the process.

Chase: Fusion has done it!

Jase: I can't believe he didn't kill himself!