PWT Presents 'Criminal Intent' (March/April 06)

Title: PWT Presents 'Criminal Intent' (March/April 06)
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[ Pyros fire off and we come in on the announcers ready to get right into things as this has been a crappy weekend behind the scenes.

Heyman: This is going to be one hell of a match, and for those of you who don’t know the history between these two, I will catch you up. These two wrestled together in their debut, and won as a tag team. They were both recruited as members of The Masterminds, and than moved on as a tag team, making their way up the tag division. With a win over The Lee Brothers, they became the number one contenders for the belts that David Van Dam and Matlock held, that was, until they vacated them. Due to a string of attacks from Da Sweet Lunatic, Jamal Atkins was injured and Flipside fought High Society’s members Tai Starr and A.J. Storm alongside of his temporary partner DSL, for the Tag Team Belts.

Schavonie: After Flipside and SDL won that match, they wrestled in a Triple Threat Match with Atkins for the sole hold of the Tag Team Belts. DSL won the match, but not after Jamal nailed Miss Smith with The Atkins Effect. A couple of days later, the late Sirona Smith-Brothers passed away due to bleeding to the brain. Flipside threw down this challenge a couple of weeks ago, and Jamal accepted. But this is not any ordinary match, this is a Hardcore in a Cell – Last Man Standing. It is a Cell full of Hardcore weapons, with no disqualification. But to win the match, you must get a 10-count on your opponent. And to boot, this is Flipside’s last PWT Match.

Heyman: And look, here we go, it is about to start.

Pinzer: The following contest is a Hardcore in a Cell match, with Last Man Standing rules. Making his way to the ring, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Jamal Atkinsssssss

[The lights in the arena begin to flicker as Jamal Atkins music begins to play. The fans explode with booing. He then comes out flipping everyone off as he just walks down the ramp and gets into the ring.. Jamal Atkins flips off everyone and then goes and stands near the corner looking up towards the entrance ramp.]

Schavonie: The crowd is really against Atkins tonight, he seems to have everyone against him.

Heyman: Hey, I like the guy, a little.

["ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
a hundred percent reason to remember the name"

"Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins playing as smoke begins to fill the walkway to the ring, and a dark image appears at the entrance. The Tron now flashes "FLIPSIDE" in gold and silver.]

Announcer: Now entering the ring from Toronto, Canada, is Flipside.

[Flipside walks down the entranceway with confidence as he looks up towards the ring in anticipation for whatever may come his way tonight.]

Schavonie: What a match we have to come.

Heyman: This is going to be one hell of a brawl.

[Three referees locks the secure the only door to get out of the cell.]

Ding…ding….ding…..

Schavonie: Here we go!

[Flipside and Jamal stand toe-to-toe. They say some words back and forth as they begin to pound on each other. First, Jamal nails Flipside with an uppercut, and Flipside hits back with an uppercut of his own. Jamal returns the shot with a gouge to the eyes, and Flipside holds his eyes in pain as Jamal begins to control the match by throwing Flipside into the ropes, and nailing him to the ground with a strong clothesline.]

Heyman: What a start! This is going to be one hell of a brutal match. And with the slew of weapons all around that ring; baseball bats, garbage cans, steel chairs, and even a table!

[Jamal sets up the table in the middle of the ring, and carries Flipside onto it. Jamal climbs the top rope to drive Flipside through the table, as Flipside rolls off of the table just as Jamal drives himself through the table]

Schavonie: Oh my—Flipside turned that defensive move into some offense for himself.

[Flipside sees this as a moment to take control as he throws Jamal to the ground between the ring and the cell. He runs Jamal’s face back and forth across the cell and lets go as Atkins falls to the floor. Flipside grabs a garbage can, and smashes it into the skull of Atkins, which throws Atkins into the corner of the steel cage. Flipside decides to climb the turnbuckle, and looks down at Jamal still sitting in the corner]

Heyman: What the hell is he planning on doing? This is nuts; and I even called matches in ECW. I have never seen a more determined wrestler.

[Flipside jumps off of the turnbuckle, but Jamal moves in time, and Flipside jumps lands on his feet in the corner.]

Schavonie: That was close! Wow, that could’ve ended very badly.

[Flipside rolls Jamal back into the ring, and grabs a steel chair. He throws Jamal into the corner of the ring, begins to run towards Jamal, and nails him with the chair after his running start. Jamal’s forehead has been cut by the hard steel hitting it, and he is not bleeding. Flipside begins to taunt mid-ring as Jamal sees this.]

Heyman: Flipside seems to be begging Jamal to his him with the steel chair.

Schavonie: This is not a sane man, Heyman.

[Jamal picks up the steel chair and nails Flipside right in the skull with the chair. Flipside begins to bleed profusely as he sits up with a dirty grin on his face.]

Heyman: The hell?

[Jamal swings to hit Flipside again, but Flipside blocks it. Jamal stands straight with the chair still in hand, Flipside grabs him, and performs a Russian Leg Sweep with the chair nailing Atkins hard.]

Heyman: Wow… just….wow…

Schavonie: Ladies and gentleman, I have never seen Heyman this quiet.

[Flipside backs off a bit, and waits in the corner while the ref counts]

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[Jamal begins to move a bit]

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[Jamal finally gets up, and it beginning to bleed some more, but Flipside is nowhere to be found. Jamal slides out of the ring trying to run towards the cell door. He begins to push and pull on the cell door, but it won’t budge, and all of a sudden Flipside is behind him with a sledgehammer. He nails Atkins right in the gut which causes Atkins to spit blood everywhere. Atkins is laying on the ground brutally beaten, and before the ref can begin to count again, Flipside tosses Jamal back up into the ring.]

Heyman: This is very personal, and I think this is getting way outta control.

Schavonie: I don’t know how much longer this can go on for.

[Flipside places the bent steel chair over top of the out-cold Atkins, and climbs the ropes]

Heyman: No way—there is no way he can do this. He is going to not only injure Atkins, but himself in the process.

[Flipside jumps, and nails "The Flipside" on Atkins. Flipside rolls off and holds his gut.]

Schavonie: No way! He did it! He nailed his version of the shooting star press on Atkins with a steel chair laying across the mid-section.

[The ref begins a double 10-count]

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[Both opponents begin to move a bit]

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[Flipside grabs the ropes and pulls himself up.]

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[Flipside picks up Jamal Atkins and throws him into the ropes. Atkins ducks under the clothesline, and sets Flipside up for "The Atkins Effect," but Flipside pushes Atkins back into the ropes, catches him, sets Jamal up for some sort of DDT move, and…]

Heyman: OH MY GOD!!! FLIPSIDE JUST NAILED JAMAL ATKINS WITH HIS OWN FINISHING MOVE!!!

Schavonie: Adding insult to injury, Flipside just nailed Atkins with his own finisher, "The Atkins Effect."

[Flipside picks up Jamal Atkins and begins yelling into his face. There is blood everywhere, over both of the wrestlers in the ring. Refs and Security begin to run down the ramp as the Cell begins to raise a bit and Flipside drops the now unconscious Atkins as the ref begins to count since the match isn’t technically over.]

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[Security stands between Flipside and Jamal to make sure that Flipside doesn’t cause more harm]

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Ding…ding…ding

Pinzer: Your winner, Raymond "Flipside Brothers".

[The cells continues to raise as all of the lights in the arena go black]

Heyman: The hell is this?

Schavonie: What is going to happen?

[A soft sound plays over the PA for several seconds, as the crowd hears a voice distinctly saying "Go left, go left, go left right left". Someone starts rapping, and everyone realizes that it is "Til I Collapse" by Eminem.]

[Just as the first bass hits, the lights turn on the Shadows is inside of the ring pounding away on Jamal Atkins. Security turns their back to Flipside to get Shadows, as Flipside pounds away on them, and throws all of them outside of the ring until it is only Flipside, Shadows, and Atkins in the ring.]

[Flipside is tossed a mic and he begins to talk]

Flipside: That’s right you f*ck. How did you like that beating of your life? I told you that you are nothing. I carried you on my back this whole time, and I have showed you that you are nothing. No one cares about you, no one likes you. Why don’t you just leave? No one will miss you. You are a half-assed wrestler who can’t decide whether if he wants to even try anymore. Well, here is your answer, don’t even try anymore, punk.

[Flipside drops the mic as he picks Jamal up. Flipside tosses him into the ropes as Shadows nails him with the Cook County Special. Meanwhile, Flipside grabs a table that is lying on the outside of the ring, slides it in, pounds away on a few more security members and refs, and slides back into the ring. Flipside motions for Shadows to place him on the table, and Shadows does so. Flipside climbs the turnbuckle, and flips off Atkins.]

[The crowd is louder than they ever have been as the cheers continue]

Crowd: FLIP…SIDE… FLIP…SIDE… FLIP…SIDE… FLIP…SIDE…flip…side…flip…side

[Flipside jumps off of the turnbuckle and nails another "The Flipside" driving Atkins straight through the table.]

Shadows (with the mic): And THAT, is the end…