Title: M6: Thomas Driver© vs. Devlin Rok
Description: REF: Mitch Mitchellson
The Inquisition - February 11, 2011 09:00 AM (GMT)
- PRW International Championship
- PRW Rules
Devlin Rok - February 14, 2011 02:45 AM (GMT)
Brunswick: My god what a match we just witnessed between Chaos the Clown and Travis Levitt. Smith: I don't think anyone saw that coming Josh. That was phenominal.Brunswick: Well up next we have the International Champion Thomas Driver taking on The Paragon of Excellence, Devlin RokSmith: These two have been at each other's throats lately. Devlin is determined to destroy what little bit of stability Driver has left in PRW.Brunswick: But don't forget that Thomas Driver is now the longest reigning International Champion in PRW history. He won't be an easy person to take down, stability or not.
[dohtml]<object width="640" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/UIONZ66Sb5b4b098096d385cfd8594ee0f7f259f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/UIONZ66Sb5b4b098096d385cfd8594ee0f7f259f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="344"></embed></object>[/dohtml]GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!Brunswick: And here comes Devlin!
The rock intro of “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch drives out over the PA as the crowd builds a downright negative response for Devlin Rok's arrival. The driving riff pours over the speakers as The Paragon of Excellence jumps out from behind the curtain in his black trunks and boots. With his signature smile across his face, Devlin brings both of his arms out and upwards towards the raucous crowd, slapping the back of his right hand into the palm of his left, threatening to slap them. Rok smiles once again as he lowers his arms and begins his descent down the ramp.Saget: On his way to the ring; weighing in at 195 pounds; from Greenville, South Carolina......He is The Paragon of Excellence......Devlinnnn Rok!
Devlin continues to raise his backhand towards different fans in the front rows along the ramp as he continues down the ramp, mouthing off about his greatness and how awesome he truly is. Brunswick: Devlin looks to be in peak physical form tonight. He's focused on one thing tonight. The gold. Smith: Driver doesn't stand a chance against this young man. Look at him! He's not called a Paragon of Excellence for nothing.
Finishing his tirade, Devlin jumps up to the front apron on one knee and looks back to the crowd. Another smile is gracefully handed to those with flash photography before he lifts himself up and through the ropes. Devlin again points out to the whole crowd and then back to himself, mouthing off once again as his music fades.
Thomas Driver - February 16, 2011 01:05 AM (GMT)
Go back to sleep!
The champion's entrance theme shrouds the arena in darkness, red and white lights flickering about the screen while Devlin patiently waits in the ring. Various percussions underlay the deviant tone of the song, Thomas Driver appearing on stage prepared for battle. He looks out at the audience, holding up his championship for what could be the last time.
Go back to sleep!
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep!
Go back to sleep!
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
He remains on the ramp, soaking in the chorus of boos raining down on him. His rise to the top of PRW has been a historic one, toppling some of the greatest men to ever step into the ring. PRW had run out of men to take him down and so a returning Devlin Rok has been put to the task. Can he succeed where so many others have failed? The look in Thomas' eyes is that of a resounding no.
Don't fret precious I'm here,
Step away from the window (step away from the window)
Go... back to sleep
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice
And other poison devils
See, they don't give a f*ck about you
Like I do (like I do)
He marches down the ramp, continuing to hold his belt up to the light as the ring announcer prepares to address the arena. They're about to witness a very intense match between two top athletes.
Bob Saget: Making his way to the ring, he is longest reigning International champion in PRW history... "The Man Who Sold the World"... Thomas Driver!
The Patron Saint slides into the ring, meeting Mr. Rok face-to-face for the first time ever. They've had a war of words over the past month or so, who will be able to best their opponent? Thomas and Devlin Rok for the International title begins now.
Devlin Rok - February 16, 2011 03:54 AM (GMT)
“The Man Who Sold The World” passes his International Championship to the referee for this match who stands center ring and lifts it in the air to show the crowd. After turning to all four sides, the ref passes the title to a techie outside and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Smith: And this match is underway!
Brunswick: This should be a classic in the making. Both men are so similar in both style and personality. Both intelligent, technical superstars, this should be a catch as catch can style of match.
Both men begin to circle the ring, shaking out last minute kinks in their arms and legs. Moving slowly towards each other, these two men who have had so much to say about each other in the last month finally, after so long, lock up in an elbow and collar tie up. Both men struggle for dominance, twisting left and right, trying to get an arm over their opponent. The two stay locked for a few short seconds before Devlin moves his right foot inside and behind Thomas’ left leg and pushes him back, tripping him to the mat. Before he even gets a chance to rise to his feet, Devlin jumps to his arm and locks in a wrist lock, bending Driver’s wrist around his own and locking his hands together. Thomas grunts quietly before pushing himself up to his knees. Devlin continues to bend the wrist as Thomas gets to his feet. With both men now up, Thomas grabs Devlin’s hands and pushes the other way, relieving the pressure and loosening the hold. With his grip now secured, Thomas rips the wristlock out and turns Devlin around into a standing arm lock but Devlin quickly turns it into an arm lock of his own before twisting Thomas again to send him back to the mat. Still holding onto Driver’s arm, Rok locks in another wrist lock which, once again, Driver responds to by getting to his feet and pushing Devlin’s hands back to other way. Struggling for a moment, Thomas decides to switch tactic and grabs Devlin’s head and throws him to the mat but Rok rolls through with an arm drag that sends Thomas to the mat with the wrist lock still in place.
Brunswick: Devlin seems to be in firm control here in the early outset of this match. I don’t think we’ve ever had a slow beginning like this before. Reminds me of the good ole’ days.
Smith: Reminds me of the boring days Josh. I must say though that both men here are around the same size and weight, and both wrestle the same style. This should be an incredibly close match. That is, if I’m still awake to witness a finish.
Brunswick: Oh you complain too much. Driver is back to his feet and once again fighting that wrist lock. Oh Rok is taken to the mat with a shove and Thomas has the wrist locked in on the ground. No wait! Driver for the pin. Kick out out at one.
Driver jumps to his feet and Devlin is quick to follow. Separating to different corners, the two weigh each other up, having now witnessed first hand how evenly matched they truly are. Cautiously moving back to center ring the two lock up again and Devlin tries for another wrist lock but Thomas counters with a reverse arm drag into a head scissors. Stunned for a moment, Devlin sits in the hold before turning to his side and pushing out of the hold. Both men get to their feet once again and once turned to face each other, Thomas points to his head, mouthing off silently.
Brunswick: It looks like Thomas is trying to goad Devlin into doing something stupid.
Devlin grins as Thomas continues to mouth off as the two come center ring again. This time, Thomas tries for a right hook but Devlin ducks under it and hits a clean shot to the kidney. Thomas cringes as he turns around but he is quickly dropped to the mat with a leg takedown. As they fall, Devlin positions himself for a pin count.
Smith: Oh! I thought he had him there.
Rok isn’t fazed by the count and is quick to move to Driver’s head and lock in a head lock. The two lie on the mat with Devlin in control for a short while until Driver begins to struggle against it. Rocking from side to side, Thomas is able to gain some lee-way in Rok’s grip that allows him to turn to his side and then over to his stomach where he can now push himself to all fours. In this position Devlin still has the head lock in but is slowly loosing it as Driver pushes himself to his feet. At a crouch, Thomas picks Rok’s leg and drops him to the mat, releasing the hold in the process. Instantly as he hits the mat Devlin is back up to his feet and scrambles away.
Brunswick: It looks like these two are getting to each other early on. They are too evenly matched. This is going to be all about mental fortitude and who can break who first.
Smith: Well if you look back at the promo wars these two had before Tough Love you can see that they both agree with you on that one.
Devlin looks a little worried for a flash before re-focusing. What seems like Deja Vu, the two move towards each other and lock up again but this time Devlin pulls Driver into an arm wringer and uppercuts the bicep sending Driver to the corner in pain. Rok follows him up but is sent right back with an elbow to the face. As Devlin stumbles back, Driver figures his next move. As Devlin comes to his senses, Thomas runs at him and, while grabbing Rok’s arms, jumps and places his feet on Rok’s hips before falling backwards to the mat and propelling Devlin up and over him with a monkey flip. Devlin hits the mat hard as he instantly rolls to his stomach with a hand on his lower back.
Brunswick: Oh! And the first real hit is delivered in this match!
Thomas Driver - February 18, 2011 07:24 AM (GMT)
Thomas Driver licks the side of his mouth, sniffing the air like a shark closing in on wounded prey. While a monkey flip isn't going to win anybody the match it can most certainly set up for much greater rewards down the line. The Patron Saint hoists his opponent off the mat, but is surprised to feel Rok pounce up to secure a side headlock. Not exactly suspecting any sort of foul play, Driver does what everyone does with this situation. He tries to push his adversary off him and toward the ropes, shoving the Paragon of Excellence to the other end of the ring. When the challenger returns, Thomas had expected to catch him in a wristlock of some sort. I say "had" expected because when the Psycho Killer handles his opponent's wrist, he finds it is only because he himself is now in a hammerlock. Not the most devastating of counters, it does put Driver in a rather awkward situation. He tries to turn the move around but every time he tries rolling through there is a bit too much resistance. For now, he's stuck.
Brunswick: And Devlin Rok right back to being on the attack, what a determined young athlete we have in the Paragon of Excellence.
Smith: Too true, he's definitely championship material. But can he beat Driver?
The Patron Saint thinks he has Devlin now, dropping to the mat as he pops his hips back for what ends up being a rather successful arm drag. Unfortunately, Thomas is not released and is forced to tumble over his own victim before coming back up to both feet. When he does stand, it is still inside Devlin's hold. The look on the champion's face is one of disbelief, what does he have to do to get out of this frigging hammerlock? The Patron Saint realizes this won't be as easy as it usually is, so instead of trying another transition he decides to free himself with a rather unorthodox break. He backs into the challenger for a bit before pulling away at a rapid pace. This causes Devlin Rok to stumble along with his captive until the men reach a turnbuckle corner. Now, any technician will tell you that while the ropes are the enemy there is some utility in being near the post. It boxes in an opponent, forcing them to make stupid decisions. So why then did Thomas Driver, a noted grappler, volunteer putting himself in such a situation? Because he plans on leaving the corner as quickly as he got there. The champion springs up on the second rope before performing a backflip that sends him soaring over the so-called Paragon of Excellence. But Rok is a clever little prick, when Thomas begins flipping around in mid-air he too is quick to launch himself off the lower rope and tumble along with his opponent. So when the athletes land on the canvas, it is the New York sprawled across the mat with his foe by his side; hammerlock still intact.
Smith: Devlin Rok sure is wasting a lot of energy holding on to a hammerlock, is this wise?
Brunswick: It is as long as Thomas Driver keeps using up even more of his own energy. It's like an animal dying in a bear trap due to self-exhaustion.
Thomas Driver has been inside the hammerlock for the better part of four minutes now and he looks about as hopeless as he did when this damned technique started. He attempts to claw the face of his captor, desperately hoping to catch the athlete's eye or mouth so he'd be willing to break. But he gets nothing, he's still stuck in the hold. That's when genius, or more accurately desperation, strikes. He begins screaming, "Ah! My eye! My eye!" Both his competitor and the referee are confused by this. The official goes around and inspects the champion's closed right eyelid as Devlin starts loosening his grib. With the little room he's given, Thomas is able to curl out of the hold and deliver a hard European uppercut to the jaw. Rok tumbles back into the corner as our International champion embraces the result of his deception.Freedom! At long last! The Patron Saint had been held by his technically-sound cohort for what seemed like an eternity but at last he could feel the overcoming sense of being free. Not one to contain his emotions at such a joyous occasion, Thomas leaps in the air and pounds a fist in the air like an Arab revolution. Victory was so far away but he had broken that bastard's hammerlock. But the challenger decides to end this impromptu celebration, heading over to hopefully grapple with the champion once again. Devlin tries to catch his foe off-guard but finds The Black Sheep is far more attentive than he may appear, dropping to his knees before coming out behind a very confused superstar. What better way to exact revenge than repeat the very move used to torture you for the last five minutes? Thomas twists the athlete's wrist around before defiantly driving it up against his victim's spine. Now it was Devlin Rok who had fallen victim to the dreaded hammerlock, his opponent showing off a devilish grin as he hopes for some well-deserved payback. Thomas can't hold back how good it feels to switch places with his top contender. He stomps up and down, exclaiming to the athlete, "Ha! I got you now bitch! I got you now!" It becomes clear that it would be a difficult task to break the hold so the challenger does the only thing he can do.
Smith: Not the most noble of escapes but it counts, and now Thomas Driver is on the attack.
Brunswick: He's a little too happy right now, he better take this match a little more seriously.
He walks himself over to the end of the ring and grabs the ropes, prompting the referee to end the hold. Thomas Driver's face is a ghostly white, his eyes sinking back into his skull as he watches Devlin walk away complete unscathed by the hold. Rok looks into the champion's eyes and shrugs, "Sorry man, you should have thought of it." The Patron Saint stands there with thousands of people laughing at his ability to forget the most basic way to halt a submission move. He begins cursing and screaming, throwing a tantrum as both his opponent and referee back away from the wild fit. Devlin Rok will pay for making him look like a fool, that's for damn sure.
Devlin Rok - February 19, 2011 02:22 PM (GMT)
Thomas is getting angry at Devlin's non-chalance in this match-up. He's the longest reigning International Champion damnit and he deserves respect! Devlin, watching Thomas pace slightly in the corner can see in his eyes that he is beginning to get frustrated.
Brunswick: Devlin outsmarted Thomas once now. I don't think Driver is going to let him do that again.
Smith: Well if he's smart he'll focus on a body part, any body body part and rip it to shreds. Devlin may be versatile and flexible with whichever limb he chooses but having one down limits that ability greatly. That should be Thomas' gameplan right now.
With a smile on his face, Devlin goads Driver into joining him in a collar and elbow tie up. Raising his hands to Driver, Rok is focused. Driver stares blankly at Devlin for a moment before raising his own arms and linking. Almost immediately Devlin judo throws Thomas to his back. Driver jumps back up and locks up to be sent to the mat once again. "The Man Who Sold The World" slams the mat with his fists in anger before jumping back to his feet once again. Now absolutely livid, Thomas locks up with Rok and fires a hard European Uppercut followed by another equally hard Uppercut again. Thomas swiftly grabs Devlin's head before he gets a chance to recover and snapmares him over his shoulder and goes for a quick pin
Devlin raises his arm in the air and turns to his belly where Driver locks a headlock in. Pushing himself to his feet, Devlin fights the headlock and punches Driver's hands once before shoving him to the ropes. On the return "The Patron Saint" is sent flying through the air with a big arm drag which as he hits the mat is covered by Devlin.
Kicking out quickly, Driver pushes himself up with a bridge before slipping his legs under and snapmareing The Natural over his shoulder.
Brunswick: What a move there by Thomas Driver.
Devlin hits the mat and is once again placed in a headlock. Devlin and Thomas both take this time to catch their breath slightly from the constant back and forth the opening of this match have entailed. After a short while, Devlin does a backroll and, while still in the headlock, grabs Thomas' head with his legs and flips him over his own body. Both men power to their feet and rush each other. Thomas goes for a clothesline but misses as "The Grappling Guru" himself ducks under and around to lock in a Full Nelson.
The hold is locked in tight and Devlin isn't going to allow Driver to reach the ropes. Swaying from side to side and beginning to feel woosy, Thomas does the only thing he can think of; he stomps down on Rok's foot, releasing the hold, allowing Driver to swing round and lock in a Full Nelson hold of his own.
Smith: Another hold? Where's my impact wrestling?
Brunswick: *Blandly* Spike TV.
The shoe is on the other foot now as Devlin struggles for the ropes. Not to be embarresed again, Thomas lifts Devlin up and forcibly moves him to the center of the ring. Rok begins to lose the feeling in his arms but somehow is able to throw out an ingenius counter. Throwing himself forward in a bow position, Devlin is able to muster enough force to throw Thomas up and over his back, landing Driver flat on his back once again. As he falls, Devlin falls ontop for a quick pin
Smith: Oh so close!
Brunswick: I think Thomas was too surprised by Devlin's counter that he almost got pinned. To be honest I'm still surprised at what I just saw. That was amazing.
Devlin rises to his knees as Thomas attempts to recover. Helping Driver to a seated position, Devlin stands up and takes a step back. Rearing up, Devlin punts Driver square in the center of the back, causing Driver to scream out in pain and arch his back as far as he can. Another kick echoes throughout the arena as the hard slap of boot on skin delivers the impact to the viewers at home. Driver, now in immense pain, attempts to get out of the way before another kick is delivered by rolling to his knees but as he gains his balance Devlin dishes out a hard kick to the side of Thomas' face, knocking him straight to the mat face first.
Brunswick: What a ferocious kick by Rok. We could have a new champion right here!
Smith: How in god's name did he kick out of that?
Devlin is asking himself the same question as he rolls off of Driver and pulls himself to his feet. What will he have to do to dethrone the International Champion and deliver on his promise to destroy the last thing keeping "The Patron Saint" together.
Thomas Driver - February 23, 2011 10:06 AM (GMT)
Thomas Driver struggles to stand up after that last cover, his foe making it even harder by stomping at the downed champion. Devlin thinks he might have to resort to a more drastic effort, heading over to the corner before picking himself up onto the second rope. But Thomas doesn't lay down long enough, The Patron Saint moves quickly to make it to the ropes before any harm should befall him. When Rok tries to engage his opponent, he is met with a roundhouse kick that leaves him swaying about the corner with a very determined competitor nearby. Thomas hoists his captive up to the top of the post, ready for the end.
Smith: Not sure what Devlin Rok was trying there, but it cost him.
Brunswick: Thomas going for a Throat Slash, will this do it?
The Patron Saint has his opponent up for what could be the end, just one quick and sudden movement before Devlin will feel the hot knife of a Throat Slash. Just as the champion begins to tug his victim forward, he finds it much more difficult than usual. Looking back, Thomas notices Rok's hand clasped around the top rope. His natural inclination is to pull even harder but this is just what his challenger had anticipated. The Paragon of Excellence kicks off the post and turns over as he falls to the canvas. He is now on top of the downed New Yorker, holding onto the athlete's arms for a picture-perfect Cattle Mutilation. The fans are on their feet as Devlin slowly tortures the malevolent champion. It seems Tommy would have no choice but to scream those oft-despised two words, "I quit!" But there's an inherent flaw in this unique counter, it leaves the captive too close to the ropes. Thomas' foot reaches out until it touches the apron and our official must intervene. Devil was sure that was it, sitting up as the referee explains why he had to break the hold.
Brunswick: Did you see the athleticism by Devlin Rok? This man is a future International champion, win or lose here tonight.
Smith: Maybe down the line Brunswick, he can't seem to keep Thomas down. I doubt he'll be able to get the better of a man like Thomas Driver.
After a brief talk, the challenger returns to pick up the kneeling "Man Who Sold the World". When he reaches down, a surprise thumb jams itself into his eye to the distress of the fans. Mitchellson looks over at the champion with all intention of chewing him out, but notices Thomas has backed himself into a corner. When Rok turns back to face his attacker he witnesses Driver leap out of the corner with his arm stretched out. Thomas does best to deliver a match-ending lariat, but is surprised to find that it is he who tumbles to the mat. The challenger has not only dodged the blow, but has sweeped the legs of Driver while twisting him about in a modified hammerlock. When the two hit the canvas, there's not a moment to waste for the official. While he looks for the potential submission maneuver, he becomes aware that what the Paragon of Excellence had done was not meant to make the opponent. No, Devlin has the champion trapped in a Gannosuke Clutch; an elaborate pinning maneuver that takes skill to execute with such quickness. The Patron Saint can't believe what's happening to him, his entire world slowing down as the official makes the count. He's confused, everything spinning as Rok closes in on the title.
Brunswick: Surprise roll-up! He has it!
Mitch Mitchellson - February 24, 2011 12:52 AM (GMT)
Driver manages to forces his shoulders off the canvas just at the last second!
Devlin Rok - February 24, 2011 02:03 AM (GMT)
Thomas kicks out and Devlin cannot believe it. He honestly though he had him there. One second more and it would all have been over.
Brunswick: The determination by Thomas Driver here tonight is so high. This is probably the biggest test the International Champion has had since becoming the champ and it is showing, hard.
Smith: Devlin Rok has been so impressive tonight. If there were any doubters to Rok's claim to the International Championship, those have all been quelled now. Even if Devlin loses tonight he will have proven himself to the world that he is championship worthy.
Both men are slow to rise to their feet but as they do they instantly begin to trade blows. Thomas begins with a hard right hand, sending Devlin's face rocketing to the side. Devlin turns back and throws a hard right of his own. Another right is delivered by Driver but on the return Devlin switches it up with a knife edge chop. "WOOO!" chants echo through the arena as another chop is sent Driver's way. Another and another are sent slicing across Thomas' chest but are halted quickly from an uppercut by Driver sending Devlin down and out on the mat. Thomas takes this time to work his pecs back to health but he doesn't get much time as Rok gets back to his feet and lunges at Driver, sending him down with a beautiful double leg takedown.
Smith: Devlin has Driver on his back and he is just laying into him right now. Driver doesn't know what to do.
Brunswick: All he can do is try to protect himself here. Try to flip Devlin over or something.
Thomas has indeed thrown his arms up over his face to try and repel some of the damage but after a few hard hits connect his defence weakens a bit. One last punch hits home, connecting square with Driver's jaw before Devlin jumps off him and throws his arms out to the crowd, screaming. A very intense boo is the reaction Devlin receives as he turns to see Thomas turning to his side. A hard soccer kick to the back is what he gets for his efforts before Devlin picks him up by the hair and, holding him up, throws his right arm down and back before rushing it up and forwards to deliver an incredibly forceful European Uppercut, sending Thomas off his feet, into the air, and to the mat once again
Brunswick: The Upstroke! Devlin is finishing this match off!
Woozy from the shot, Thomas rises to his feet slowly. The Paragon of Excellence grabs Driver's arm and goes to whip him to the rope but is sent to the mat himself as The Man Who Sold The World counters into an Arm-Trap Neckbreaker.
Smith: Don't speak too soon Josh. Thomas just countered into his own patented Arm-Trap Neckbreaker!
Both men are down and out, too damage and exhausted by this match to even move, netherlone attempt to rise to their feet. Mitch Mitchellson does what he has to do and begins the start of a ten count.
Both men remain out cold.
Thomas' arm moves limply to his side.
Rok is able to bend his legs.
Both men lurch to their stomachs....
...and push to a kneeling position.
Devlin grabs the ropes as Thomas gets to a knee
Devlin scrambles to pull himself up but it is Driver that breaks the ten count, finally able to push himself to his feet.
Brunswick: Phew. That was close
Thomas takes his extra time to move to the corner and wait, stalking Devlin as he pulls himself up to his feet with assistance from the ropes. Thomas waits, allowing himself to be patient for one last moment till his can put his frustrating opponent to rest. Devlin pulls himself to the top rope and balances himself out before turning around. Thomas pounces. Charging towards his opponent, Driver throws out his arm for a heavy clothesline...
Brunswick: Thomas looks to take Devlin ou- OH MY GOD! ROK & ROLL!!!! ROK & ROLL!!!!
Devlin bridges himself after hitting his finishing maneuver as Mitch dives down for the pin.
Mitch Mitchellson - February 24, 2011 02:14 AM (GMT)
Delvin Rok wins the International Championship!
Thomas Driver - February 24, 2011 03:09 AM (GMT)
Not a fan is in their seats as the sounds of “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch blast from the sound system, Devlin Rok collapsing his knees at the sound of his victory. He throws two fists in the air, letting him soak in the celebration as he had unseated the longest reigning PRW International champion. His belt is brought over to him, thrown atop his shoulder as the referee bows away for the time being. Thomas Driver slowly pulls himself up from the mat, not quite able to comprehend just what this all means. He had been a champion for the majority of his stay in PRW, this being the first time in months that a title was not strapped around his waist. He watches as the new champion ascends to the second rope, holding up his newly won championship with a sense of proud long since gone in The Patron Saint. Devlin hops down, facing the man he just defeated when...
Cali-fornia, show me love
Get buzzed, let's get f*cked up
Cali-fornia, throw it up
Get buzzed, let's get f*cked up
Both competitors turn the entrance ramp as the returning John Riggs appears from behind the black curtain, wearing a rather flamboyant rose-colored suit as he brings a microphone in his hand up to his lips. The "Big Rig" appears to have lost a bit of weight in his brief stint in Beverly Hills and looks much less disheveled looking.
John Riggs: Ladies and gentlemen, don't be so shocked. Yes, it is I; "Superstar" Johnny R. Now while I haven't finalized my new deal with PRW quite yet, I thought I'd help them boost some ratings for my imminent return to the ring. So remember to keep those ticket stubs tonight folks, they could be worth millions one day.
The newly christened Johnny R heads over to the ring, entering as Thomas and Devlin look over to the massive movie star.
Johnny R: Tommy, good to see you! I bet you're surprised to see me here. I mean, you did let my contract slip through the cracks once you were done with The Black Sheep. A real shame too. I'm not sure if you've heard but I've hit it rather big in Hollywood since then. PRW came crawling to me with a new contract.
The Patron Saint moves closer to his former enforcer, smirking while Devlin Rok remains in the corner.
Johnny R: I would be mad, but then I find out you're just not very good with paperwork. You see, you were oh so confident that you'd beat Devlin that you forgot one little thing. You're contract expired days ago. You're no longer a member of the PRW roster.
Thomas Driver's eyes light up as the audience explodes with applause.
Johnny R: PRW management wanted me to tell you that personally and I'm happy to oblige. You're no longer sanctioned to be in a PRW ring. Security! Get this man out of the ring.
As security officers make their way down the ramp to apprehend the offending trespasser, Thomas begins shouting at his old bodyguard. When the troops enter the ring he's damn near begging for the chance to stay but is stopped short by a left hook that knocks him onto the mat. Security surrounds their target like vultures, picking him as he begins screaming and crying. The fans are chanting along as Thomas is pulled up the ramp despite his desperate kicks and pleas of, "No! Please! Let me stay! I'm a goddamn champion!" Devlin Rok looks on with a smirk on his face, watching one of the most hated men in PRW forced out of the ring. With him gone, Johnny waves of to the crowd and we head to an advert for the next PRW pay-per-view; the first one in months without "The Man Who Sold the World".