Friday Night Fever
2/1/02- Live from Charlotte, NC
Competitors
Stipulations
Trapezium/Alex Flame vs. Majin/BlackHeart
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Charlie Crocker vs. Rocky Stellar vs. John Tolly
Winner gets a European Title Shot
Trunks vs. Devon Sand
TV Title Match
SomeRandomGuy vs. SD Matthews
Hardcore Match
Crimson Dragon vs. Rekon vs. Executioner
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Derek Cage/Alex Frost vs. Sean Sanders/Sean Staff
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[Maijin was sitting in the training room, staring reflectively at nothing. His darkeyed gaze was actually pretty blank. In one of those massive hands, he held in his iron grip a large curling dumbbell, which he was steadily lifting up and down.. up and down.. up and down.. up and down.. up and down... up.....pause...down....pause... up and down.. does this remind any one of a certain blinking red light? Well who knows. This was one of the few times he was not to be seen in his wrestling atire. He was clothed in black gym shorts and the Tasha Kier RSI shirt. Apparently it was the only one he could find in the locker room, or something like that, because his own shirt had gone missing. All he had found of it were tattered remnants covered in dog drool. Or Trapezium-drool, but who knew? Trap was an odd guy, but Maijin doubted he would have chewed up his shirt. Especially in such a nice training room anyway. The walls were lined with machines of every different sort, as was customary of such a gym-like atmosphere-having room. Treadmills and weight benches, chinup bars, bowflexes, everything an aspiring athlete could possibly want. Except love. There was no love in this room. And while that might sound really sad, it was probably for the best. Love smells bad, if you know what I mean. Imagine how slippery the weight benches would be if.. well, no, don't imagine that. But needless to say, this room had no sheets that could be washed, and there would be a foul odor in the air of more than sweat if "love" had ever entered this room. Heck, there was even a waterfountain and doors that led to bathrooms. So anyway, he was sitting there in the training room lifting the cumbersome weight as if it were nothing, and staring blankly and despondantly ahead. His hair was, for one of the first times ever, to be seen. The red and black beads were not in his hair. That would mean no flipping of the bead ropes right now. Instead, there was a bucket at the side of the red leather padded bench he was sitting on that was filled with them. All he had to do apparently was hit some release on the bottom bead and then slide the rope down and off. But you couldn't see that right now, it was already done long ago before he had changed clothes and began training blindly. His black hair hung in silken waves across his shoulders and back, kissing at his shirt as it rustled with the movement of his curls. He had come here to contemplate and be alone. After all his extended and boastful bragging before the match with Trapezium, after all his hard work and training, all the countless hours watching the films of Trap's fights... it had all been for naught. But why? He couldn't begin to understand. He felt for sure that he had done everything right and should have won. In fact, he felt like he had probably had other people convinced that he should have won as well. Hell, let's just say it, he SHOULD have won and he knew it. But he had let himself down apparently ((Cough)). So what did he do? He decided to let a workout clear his thoughts. He had been training day and night for nothing before, why stop now? Well, it had of course finally come to his attention that he would be fighting Trap again, this time with Blackheart. He had at first felt as though it was a handycapped match in his favor, he truly believed that either Blackheart or he ALONE could beat Trap down as he deserved. But then why hadn't he won the match the other night? Why had he gone into that fight so confident of a victory and been taken out just as quickly by some stupid fucking TETRIS move for gods sake?! The weight moved steadily, bicep rippling smoothely. Up and down. Up and down. His eyes never lost their glazed look as he stared at the tiled floor. Time was pretty much lost on him. Into the room entered a man. He was dressed entirely in green. A green silk shirt beneath a woven green vest which topped over a pair of green pants. Well, he was almost entirely dressed in green. The pants had a sort of green assortment in the design of plaid, and the shoes were polished black. Where did this man come from? Ha, wouldn't you like to know! Oh, you would.. ok. He came in through a door, which is preferable to chimneys as Santa Claus WILL one day learn. Good old fashioned doors, always reliable. The man in the green outfit also had a green hat on, with a green clover in it. He took it off a moment and brushed a hand over his bald, black head, then replaced the hat. On the back of his vest was written "Luck of the African-Irish" on it. Well wasn't that odd? Who had ever heard of a black Irishman? More importantly, who HADN'T! He looked down at the gold buckle on his black shoes and frowned, then hocked a really big one.. a reeeeeeaaally big one from the sound of it... then gave a tiny little "pa-tewie" onto the shoe and bent down, whipping a handkerchief from a pocket on his vest. He began polishing the shoe and whistling. All the while, Maijin had sat unconcerned and unaware of the man's presence. Until he heard that disgusting spitting noise. He lowered the weight, reality and the slight tiring of his arm setting in as he blinked his eyes and looked up. He glanced over to the man, sweat sheening on his hard, pale face. He watched the man scrubbing and polishing at the shoe for a moment, panting, until the man in green finally looked up.]

Man in Green: Yo.

Maijin: Uh.. wait, now let me think.. I've been watching TV and I know what that means, I just know that I know what that means if I just give it some time and think about it..

[Maijin dropped the weight to the floor with a clank and raised his hand to his chin, rubbing it idly and thinking, or pretending to anyway. The black man in the green outfit just gave him a funny look.]

Maijin: Oh yeah, I know now.. hey there.. homie..

[Maijin grinned and snickered. The man in green just rolled his eyes, then smiled as well, revealing a gold tooth with an imprint of yet another clover on it.]

Man in Green: Sup there laddie?

Maijin: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...

[Maijin looked the man over curiously, giving him an odd look. He didn't know what to make of this person at all. Nope nope, he surely didn't.]

Maijin: Well, I've just been sitting here thinking, or trying not to as the case may be.. and working out a bit.

[Maijin paused and arched a brow, lifting the hand from his chin to wipe a few sweat-soaked strands of hair from his face.]

Maijin: I rented this gym for the week, how did you get in here anyway? I had all the doors locked.

[The man unbuttoned his vest with a grin and slipped a hand inside, pulling out an intimidating 9mm pistol. He nodded and tucked it away once more, gesturing to the door with a thumb.]

Man in Green: Oooh aye, bitch... ah'll have to admit it to ye, I represented on that door..

[Maijin glanced over to where there was a smoking hole in the door where the lock used to be. Then he shrugged and nodded and looked back to the man.]

Maijin: Alright, that explains a few things. Now explain this.. why? What are you doing in here in the first place, did you have a pass to the gym and just couldn't stand to miss out for a week or something like that? And I may have been busy, but I think I would have heard something if you shot the lock off of that door..

[Oddly enough, Maijin didn't really seem all that intimidated by the gun that the man had shown. The man was busy buttoning up his vest once more, grinning and flashing that gold tooth at Maijin as he did so. Then he pulled plastic bottle with a hole in it from his pocket and tossed it to Maijin, who caught it and carefully inspected it.]

Maijin: Ah. I see, home made silencer. As for my other questions?

Man in Green: Why do ye even care to ask me laddy? I'm a leprechaun, I'm here to be makin all your dreams come true. Just catch me and I'll hook you up with a pot of gold AND some PHAT tittied mama's! Ah happen to run a rather good pimping service on tha side, if ah do say so myself.

[The man tucked his thumbs in his belt and rocked back on his heels proudly. Maijin just stared.]

Maijin: I REPEAT.. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight....

[Black Leprechaun: What is this? You think a black man caint be no leprechaun? Foo', don' make me Suh-MOKE yo ass! The leprechaun patted his vest where he had tucked the gun away. Maijin just grinned.]

Maijin: I don't believe in leprechauns.

[The Leprechaun grinned back a moment, but was cut short by Maijin's next question.]

Maijin: And why do you keep switching from an Irish to a ghetto accent? What the hell is wrong with you anyway?

Leprechaun: Interracial marriage son. It's a bitch sometimes, especially when ya get a black Irishman, something no one's ever heard of. My dad came to America and starred in a bunch of cheesy horror flicks. Can you guess the name?

Maijin: Leprechaun?

Leprechaun: Bingo! Leprechaun. Well Hollywood corrupts, and so he didn't take long to get into bed with a prostitute when he was really drunk one night and she'd seen him flashing his gold around. And even though she's my moms, I gotsta admit.. she was a fine sistuh in her day. And guess what?

[He smiled proudly as he spoke his next words.]

Leprechaun: Ah'm their lovechild, laddy.

Maijin: Do I really have to repeat my "Riiiiiiiiight" again?

Leprechaun: Nah, let it pass son. Anyways, we up in Ireland heard you were a bit down on your luck. So I came to..

[Maijin looked up hopefully and spoke.]

Maijin: Give me good luck and a pot of gold?

[The leprechaun looked up from where he was stuffing some golden flakes into a pipe and lighting up, grinning shamefully.]

Leprechaun: No son, ya heard me wrong.. I was talking about my special homegrown gold pot..

[He took a long drag, then began holding it. Maijin watched the smoke from the pipe go up and curl around the Leprechaun's bald black head. After a couple minutes, he took more of an interest and smiled a bit, leaning his cheek against his palm.]

Maijin: Just how long do you intend to hold that?

[The leprechaun grinned and nodded, raising a finger as if to tell Maijin to wait a moment. Just a moment. He did this a couple times, then went back to looking up at the ceiling and holding it in, one hand tapping the pipe against the other as he waited. Maijin looked at the clock on the wall, then bent and picked up his weight and started lifting again. Probably better not to disturb the leprechaun. Another ten minutes of weight lifting went by, this time with the other arm. Finally, Maijin glanced at the clock in disbelief and looked to the Leprechaun again.]

Maijin: Geez man, are you alright?

[The Leprechaun was lying face down on the floor, smoke still lifting from his pipe.]

Maijin: Uh... huh...

[It didn't last long though, the leprechaun leapt up and ran over to Maijin suddenly with an excited look, then exhaled into a now coughing Maijin's face. Then he began laughing.]

Leprechaun: I have such a buzz man!

[Maijin blinked and shook his head, coughing as the noxious smoke filled his lungs. He waved it away, and when he could see again... they were standing in a small garden. Maijin looked around worriedly.]

Maijin: Wait, I have a match tonite.. how the hell am I supposed to get home.. what is that stuff you blew in my face?!

[Maijin jumped up onto his feet from what was once a bench and was now a fence. He looked around wildly, then to the Leprechaun who was again taking a hit.]

Leprechaun: Oooh aye.. ah do declare this to be some good shit laddy..

[Maijin just shook his head and walked up, grabbing the Leprechaun by the front of the shirt, finally showing some spirit.]

Maijin: Alright then, let me make this clear to you! I have a match tonite! I am GOING to win it, and in order to do that I have to be there. TWICE now I have lost in fights that involved Trap. DO YOU HEAR ME?!... TWICE! I am not going to lose again for some stupid leprechaun!

[The Leprechaun just tapped his pipe out against his wrist, dropping the remainder on the ground with a grin and a keen look in his eye as he glanced up to the fuming Maijin.]

Leprechaun: Oh, so you're done moping and feeling sorry for yourself then? Good to hear son. You certainly spent enough time doing that already. Well, now that you're really ready for a fight, I suppose this would be a good time to get you back home. Well first thing, put me down, and we'll see to it..

[Maijin slowly lowered the man to the ground and stepped back. The leprechaun tucked away his pipe, then whipped out the pistol and pointed it at Maijin.]

Leprechaun: Fool.. ye wanna go home, do ye? Well you can start by rollin up out of this bitch. So get to steppin out mah potato patch nigguh, 'fore I start peelin caps into yo ass!!!

[The leprechaun took aim just as Maijin dove over the fence. Maijin rolled down a hill unexpectedly and came to his feet. He was in a small valley between two high hills, and there was only one way to go. There was a tower in front of him, and it looked gloomy and terrifying. Storm clouds were gathering to darken the horizon of the normally beautiful Irish lands. Rain began pelting Maijin and he shivered, still wearing his gym shorts and the Tasha shirt.]

Maijin: Crap.. it's just never over, is it..? Well, when I get to an airport, I'll have the faceless masses come get me..

[Maijin began running for the tower, being as it was not only the only shelted in sight, in the opposite direction of the leprechaun, but also because it was the only way out of the valley. He figured he would have to climb it or something. This all seemed very weird. But he ran through an arched doorway into the tower and grabbed the door, slamming it behind him. That's when it began. The ethereal voice.. at first it was just a distant, forlorn cry. He turned suddenly, looking around with wild, fierce eyes.]

Maijin: Oh please, don't tell me I'm in for more fairytail nonsense..

[From down a giant staircase that circled up and up and up into the tower came the wailing. A hazy form came into view just as it descended the stairs. And that is when the noise hit him. The cry of the Banshee. He covered his ears and gave a roar of pain, dropping to his knees.]

Maijin: No, GOD NO! Why must I be tormented by Barbara Streisand wherever I go?!?! WHY GOD?!?

[The leprechaun snickered and whipped out his 9.]

Leprechaun: REPRESENT!!!!

[He turned his gun sideways and advanced on the Banshee, shooting it over and over until it lay in a bloody pile. Maijin sat up.]

Maijin: Well that was a bit anti-climatic...

Leprechaun: Wasn't it though?

[Maijin looked to him, arching a brow again.]

Maijin: What the hell have you gotten me into?

Leprechaun: Notin' bitch, you brought dis shit down on yo OWN head.

[The leprechaun snorted and walked out the other side of the tower. Maijin got up and followed him, then suddenly tried to leap at him and catch ahold. The leprechaun laughed and darted away and Maijin landed on the tiles with an "oomph". Then he realized he'd landed on tiles. He sat up and looked around. He was in the candy aisle of a 7-11. Maijin growled to himself and stood, brushing himself off.]

Maijin: Oh well, whatever, at least I'm back somewhere civilized..

[Just then a woman approached him, crying. He turned and blinked, facing her.]

Maijin: There a problem?

[The woman spoke with a Russian accent, oddly enough, sniffling as she lifted her head to speak.]

Woman: Well sir, it's just.. I saw you there, and you reminded me so much of my dead son..

[Maijin felt his heart twinge for the poor woman, oddly enough. Well everything was odd lately.]

Maijin: I'm sorry ma'am.. is there anything I can do for you?

Woman: Well, it would mean so much to me if I could just call you son..

[Maijin seemed a bit skeptical, but he didn't have the heart to hurt a woman who's accent clearly marked her a member from the motherland.]

Maijin: Sure ma'am, you can call me whatever you'd like. And hey, when I beat on Trapezium tonite, cheer for me as if I were your own if it helps any. I'll make you proud ma!

Woman: Oh, that's so sweet of you.. thank you son..

[The woman wandered up to the cash register and seemed to be checking out, then turned and headed out of the 7-11.]

Woman: See you later son!

[Maijin smiled politely and nodded, then walked up to the counter. He tossed a handful of slim jims down in front of the cashier, who rang them up.]

Cashier: That will be 56. 79 sir.

Maijin: There must be a mistake, I only bought a few slim jims..

Cashier: Well your mother told me you would be paying for her stuff as well..

Maijin: Oh, damnit! Call the police..

[Maijin muttered and growled, turning to the door. The woman was getting into her car.]

Maijin: WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!!

[Maijin ran outside and to the car, flinging the door open. He went in after her just as she jumped out the other side. He crawled across the seat after her and out the other front door, but she jumped into the backseat. He jumped to the side and followed her through the back seat. Then the front seat. Then from the backseat over the front seats and back around to the back seats yet again. Finally he reached in and grabbed ahold of her leg and tried to tug her out, just as the police drove up with their blairing sirens. One of them ran over and grabbed ahold of his shoulder.]

Policeman: What are you doing to that woman?!

[Maijin turned, speaking even as he did and not releasing his hold.]

Maijin: I'm pulling her leg..

[When he laid eyes on the policeman, he went even paler if that was possible. It was a black man in a green outfit. He pulled out his gun and put it to Maijin's chest and pulled the trigger.]

Maijin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! WHY GOD WHY?! I'm meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeltiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.. cough cough..iiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.....

[Maijin collapsed on the ground, closing his eyes. A moment later he sat up suddenly, covered in sweat, on his gym bench, panting heavily.]

Maijin: Oh my gosh.. what a horrible dream...

[He shivered and rubbed his arms, looking around the training room. He glanced over at the pile of empty slim jim wrappers on the floor. Scary music began to play and his eyes went wide. The scene faded out. Then faded back in as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.]

Maijin: Geez, what an awful dream.. too many slim jims last night I guess..

[He lifted his arms, stretched and yawned, and went back to working out. Yes, it was all a dream.. yeeesss... isn't that a lovely explanation for everything. Outside the window though, a familiar black man in a green suit stood petting a Loch Ness Monster.]

Leprechaun: Good luck to ya laddy.. I know you'll be represe'in in that ring tonight, get ALL them thugs to roll up out yo hood..

[The leprechaun and the monster walked off into the sunset, because it's traditional and anyone who might be following along with this has probably been praying for a really long time that it would just be over, which is completely and entirely understandable. Shortly after his workout, Maijin ran off to find Blackheart.]

Alex Flame & Trapezium vs. Maijin & BlackHeart (Non-Title Match)


Brock - This match is a Standard Match tag match. On there way to the ring at this time, Alex Flame & Trapezium!!!

[Alex Flame & Trapezium come to the ring. ]

Brock - and their opponents, the team of Maijin & BlackHeart.

[Maijin & BlackHeart walk to the ring. James Webster is the referee for this match. Maijin gets nailed with a charging axhandle bodyblock from Alex Flame. (the bell rings) Alex Flame clotheslines Maijin. Maijin gets elbowed to his midsection by Alex Flame. Trapezium tagged in by Alex Flame. Maijin applies an arm wrench to Trapezium. Trapezium counters Maijin with an earringer. Maijin hits Trapezium with a single arm DDT.]

Richards - If Maijin keeps using moves like that single arm DDT he could win the match!

[Maijin and Trapezium go to the floor.]

Collins - Trapezium doesn't have to worry about winning, he could be killed!!

[James Webster starts the count (.1..2) Maijin measures Trapezium up and drops a closed fist.]

Richards - Trapezium takes a fist drop.

[(...3) Maijin executes a hiptoss on Trapezium. (....4) Trapezium executes a headlock takedown. Maijin gets back to his feet. (.....5) They head back into the ring. Maijin hiptosses Trapezium. Maijin tags in BlackHeart.
BlackHeart executes a legdrop on Trapezium. Trapezium tags in Alex Flame. Alex Flame kicks BlackHeart in the groin.]

Collins - Follows up with a kick to the groin.

[Alex Flame brings in Trapezium for Alex Flame & Trapezium. They lockup. The 143 sends BlackHeart to the corner of the ring.]

Richards - This is just awefull! BlackHeart is being double teamed!

[Alex Flame jumps in with a splash, but BlackHeart grabs his neck.]

Collins - BlackHeart is a big guy.

[BlackHeart powerslams Flame.]

Richards - Ouch!

[BlackHeart goes for a pin. James Webster counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Alex Flame escapes.]

Collins - BlackHeart should have known he wouldn't win the match with that.

[Maijin tagged in by BlackHeart. BlackHeart suplexes Trapezium. BlackHeart executes a legdrop on Trapezium. Maijin with a falling splash on Trapezium.]

Richards - Trapezium is being double teamed!

[Maijin rolls onto Trapezium connecting with a knee. Trapezium is up again. Maijin uses the vertical facebuster on Trapezium.]

Collins - Nice vertical facebuster by Maijin.

[Trapezium climbs to his feet.]

Richards - My God I've never seen anything like this!

[Alex Flame tagged in by Trapezium. Alex Flame superkicks Maijin. Maijin is up again. Maijin chops Alex Flame.]

Collins - Follows up with a chop.

[Maijin tags in BlackHeart. BlackHeart hits a tiger driver on Alex Flame.]

Richards - Nice tiger driver by BlackHeart.

[BlackHeart drags Alex Flame to the floor.]

Collins - Alex Flame is much safer at ringside. BlackHeart can't get a pin there.

[James Webster starts the count (.1..2) BlackHeart executes a legdrop on Alex Flame. Alex Flame moves back to his feet. (...3) Alex Flame delivers a short-arm clothesline to BlackHeart.]

Richards - short-arm clothesline!

[(....4) BlackHeart short lariats Alex Flame.]

Collins - Alex Flame takes a short lariat.

[(.....5) Alex Flame and BlackHeart move back into the ring. Alex Flame throws BlackHeart off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. Alex Flame makes the tag to Trapezium. Trapezium suplexes BlackHeart.]

Richards - This is just awefull! BlackHeart is being double teamed!

[BlackHeart rakes the face of Trapezium in attempt to make a come back.]

Collins - Trapezium takes a face rake.

[BlackHeart tags in Maijin. Trapezium rakes the face of Maijin in attempt to make a come back. Trapezium knifehand chops Maijin.]

Richards - Trapezium executes a knifehand chop.

[Trapezium executes the jumping sidekick on Maijin. Maijin makes the tag to BlackHeart. BlackHeart hits Trapezium with a rolling elbow smash to the face. BlackHeart throws Trapezium off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. BlackHeart with spinning headscissors on Trapezium send him hard to the mat.]

Collins - That's strategy right there! Double Team Trapezium.

[Trapezium hits BlackHeart with a rolling elbow smash to the face.]

Richards - rolling elbow smash!

[BlackHeart is back on his feet. BlackHeart executes a headlock takedown. BlackHeart executes a legdrop on Trapezium. Trapezium climbs to his feet. Trapezium executes a springboard bulldog, slamming BlackHeart's head onto the mat.]

Richards - Did you see that last move?

Collins - Oh yeah!

[Trapezium piledrives BlackHeart. Indian deathlock applied by Trapezium. The referee is checking the situation. ... (AHHHH!) ... (AHHHH!) ... BlackHeart escapes. Trapezium suplexes BlackHeart. Trapezium sets BlackHeart up & DDT's him into the mat. BlackHeart is back on his feet. Trapezium tags Alex Flame. Alex Flame pokes BlackHeart in the eye with his thumb.]

Richards - BlackHeart is being double teamed!

[Alex Flame uses a running lariat to take BlackHeart down.]

Collins - Ha!

[Alex Flame executes a bulldog, slamming BlackHeart's head onto the mat. Alex Flame moves back to his feet. Alex Flame executes a corkscrew legdrop on BlackHeart. BlackHeart stands up. Alex Flame hiptosses BlackHeart. BlackHeart pops up, but Alex Flame hits THE MELTING POINT! Alex Flame goes for a pin.
James Webster counts the pin. ...1 ...2 off the top rope, Devon Sand (who I coulda swore wasn't there) flies off and nails Alex Flame with THE SAND STORM. The ref calls for the bell.]

Brock - The winners of this match via Disqualification, Alex Flame & Trapezium!!!


Charlie Crocker vs. John Tolly vs. "Open Fire" Rocky Stellar (Winner gets a� European Title Shot)


Brock - This match is a Standard Match. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 315 pounds,, Charlie Crocker!!! (crowd boos ****)

[Charlie Crocker comes to the ring. ]

Brock - The second in this three way match, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Champain, IL, John Tolly!!! (crowd cheers ****)

[Suddenly the lights go out and "Blind" by Korn blares over the PA system. There's an explosion of pyro and John Tolly is standing in the entrance ramp, his hair is in Dread locks. He's wearing a pair of adidas windbreaker pants and a Korn t-shirt, he's got his trademark U-Illinois Hat.]

Brock - And third, weighing in at 266 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, "Open Fire" Rocky Stellar!!! (crowd boos ***)

["Open Fire" Rocky Stellar walks to the ring. James Webster is the referee for this contest. Crocker delivers an inverted atomic drop to Stellar. (ding, ding, ding) Tolly tackles Crocker and pummels his head. John Tolly grabs The Game and applies an arm bar. John Tolly measures Charlie Crocker up and drops a closed fist.]

Collins - Follows up with a Fist drop.

[Charlie Crocker gets back to his feet.Charlie Crocker uses a belly-to-belly suplex. John Tolly is down. Crocker sends Tolly to ringside. James Webster starts the count (.1) Stellar runs outside and russian leg sweeps Tolly into the steel guardrail. (..2) Crocker charges and Stellar, but Stellar ducks and Crocker flies into the guardrail. (...3) Rocky stomps "The Game" Charlie Crocker's head. (....4.....5) The Game takes Rocky Stellar into the ring. "The Game" Charlie Crocker hits a European Uppercut. Rocky delivers a DDT.
Open Fire covers The Game. James Webster counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Tolly pulls Open Fire off of The Game.]

Collins - He should have just stayed on the attack.

[The Game is back on his feet. The Game lifts up Rocky and delivers a side-powerslam. Rocky is back on his feet. Crocker locks a Sleeper on Stellar. James Webster is checking for a tap out. ... "The Game" Charlie Crocker tightens the hold. ... ... Stellar is fighting the hold. ... Tolly attacks "The Game" Charlie Crocker breaking the hold. The Game tackles "Open Fire" Rocky Stellar. Stellar rolls up The Game. James Webster counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Tolly kicks "Open Fire" Rocky Stellar off of Crocker.]

Richards - He should have just stayed on the attack.

["The Game" Charlie Crocker lifts Rocky up and drops him on the mat. Crocker and Rocky go to the floor
James Webster starts the count (.1) The Game hits a Bulldog on Rocky. Charlie Crocker takes Stellar into the ring.]

Richards - What an outstanding match!

[Charlie Crocker piledrives Rocky Stellar into the mat. "The Game" Charlie Crocker chokes Open Fire with his boot. John Tolly and The Game go to the floor. James Webster starts the count (.1) Tolly hurricanaranas Crocker. Tolly stomps "The Game" Charlie Crocker's head. (..2) Tolly stomps The Game's head. Tolly applies an arm bar to Crocker. (...3) John Tolly fist drops Crocker on the floor. (....4) Tolly applies an arm bar to Crocker. Charlie Crocker gets back to his feet. (.....5......6) John Tolly reverse DDT's "The Game" Charlie Crocker's head into the floor. (.......7) Rocky Stellar runs out and knocks "The Game" To the ground with a right hand. John Tolly powerslams Stellar. (........8)]

Collins - Those idiots better pay attention to James Webster!

[The Game gets to his feet only to recieve a CHAMPAIGN DREAM DDT. (.........9) Tolly rolls into the ring on time. (...........10).]

Richards - Whoa! It's gonna be John Tolly and Tasha Kier for the European Title at Boiling Point!

Brock - The winner of this match, John Tolly!!!


Trunks vs. Devon Sand (IWF Television Title)


Brock - This match is a Standard Match for the IWF Television title. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 220 pounds, from New York, NY he holds the IWF Television title belt, Devon Sand!!! (crowd boos ***)

[The lights go out as "Speedballing" by Outkast starts up. Strobe lights go with the music as Devon Sand is at the top of the ramp. He stops and looks up, looks surpirsed and then goes to the ring.]

Brock - and his opponent, weighing in at 170 pounds, from Philadelphia, PA a member of The 143, Trunks!!! (crowd cheers *****)

["Train kept Rollin" blares through the arena's speaker system as Trunks walks down to the ring, followed by the usual uncontrollable cheering of the crowd. (the bell rings) Devon Sand hits Trunks with an earringer.]

Collins - earringer by Devon Sand.

[Trunks executes the jumping sidekick on Devon Sand. Devon Sand hits a tiger driver on Trunks.]

Richards - Nice tiger driver by Devon Sand.

[Devon Sand drags Trunks to the floor. James Webster starts the count (.1) Devon Sand sets Trunks up DDTs him into the floor. They head back into the ring. Trunks knifehand chops Devon Sand. Devon Sand spinebuster bombs Trunks onto the mat. Devon Sand executes a legdrop on Trunks. Trunks is up again.
Devon Sand with a huge HENNIG-PLEX, driving Trunks into the mat. Devon Sand executes a legdrop on Trunks. Trunks is out. Devon Sand goes to the top rope and hits....THE SAND STORM. Devon Sand goes for a pin. Referee James Webster makes the count. ...1 ...2 ...3]

Collins - We've got ourselves a winner!

Brock - The winner of this match, and still IWF Television champion, Devon Sand!!!

[In the back, SomeRandomGuy is talking with Trunks and Alex Flame. SomeRandomGuy realizes he has a match and goes around the corner, where Ex is stretching. SomeRandomGuy runs back to where he used to be.]

Trunks - What's the hurry?

SomeRandomGuy - Ex! He's here and I KNOW He will cost me the match against SD Matthews. A former World Champ! I need the win, can you distract him?

Trunks - Sure.

[Trunks turns the corner with a banjo.]

Trunks - Ex, I wrote you new entrance music, check it out!

[Trunks plays "I love Rock and Roll" by Joan Jett. Suddenly, from behind, SomeRandomGuy nails Executioner with a chair. Ex falls against the wall and Trunks breaks the banjo over his head.]

SomeRandomGuy - Thanks, Trunks.

Trunks - You owe me a banjo.

SomeRandomGuy vs. SD Matthews (Hardcore Match)


Brock - This match is a Hardcore Match. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 264 pounds, from Desperation, NV, SD Matthews!!! (crowd boos ***)

[Lights go out and the sound of wind plays as Matthews walks out with a spot light shining on him.]

Brock - and his opponent, from Pittsburg, PA, SomeRandomGuy!!! (crowd cheers ******)

[The lights dim as "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park plays over the PA. Some Random Guy walks down to the ring. (ding, ding, ding) Matthews hits SRG with a kendo stick. SomeRandomGuy chops SD Matthews. SomeRandomGuy rakes his fingers across SD's back.]

Richards - back rake!

[SomeRandomGuy grabs SD Matthews's head and hits him in the face. SomeRandomGuy executes the jumping sidekick on SD. SD gets up. SD Matthews reverse DDT's SomeRandomGuy's head into the mat using the kendo stick. Matthews kicks SomeRandomGuy on the mat.]

Collins - Stomp by Matthews.

[Matthews kicks SomeRandomGuy on the mat. SD Matthews puts SRG's arm around the bottom rope and pulls. SomeRandomGuy stands up. Matthews get whipped into the corner and SomeRandomGuy follows him in with an avalanche. SomeRandomGuy and SD Matthews go to the floor. SomeRandomGuy short lariats SD Matthews. SomeRandomGuy hits SD with a chair. SomeRandomGuy applies an arm wrench to SD Matthews.
SD Matthews is up again. SomeRandomGuy superkicks SD. SD is back on his feet. SomeRandomGuy with spinning headscissors on SD send him hard to the floor. SomeRandomGuy takes SD Matthews into the ring.
SomeRandomGuy puts Matthews in an arm grapevine submission. Matthews is up again. Matthews takes SomeRandomGuy off his feet with a short-arm clothesline. SD Matthews gets thrown into the turnbuckle. SomeRandomGuy comes over and smashes SD Matthews's head into it. SD Matthews tackles SomeRandomGuy. SomeRandomGuy climbs to his feet. SD Matthews blasts SRG with the kendo stick again. Matthews and SomeRandomGuy go to the floor. SD chokes SomeRandomGuy with a microphone cable.]

Richards - Don't you dare switch the channel!

[Matthews uses the microphone cable to smash SomeRandomGuy's face into the announcer's table. Matthews takes SomeRandomGuy into the ring. On The GerkeTron, SD's wife comes on. Matthews gets a furious look on his face. SSS comes on the screen.]

Sean Sanders - Hey, SD! Looky Looky, I've had your wife's cookie! And By the way, SD, this is PRE-RECORDED!!!!!

[Sean is right behind SD. Sean grabs him by the neck and slams him down with the SHOWSTOPPER. SomeRandomGuy quickly covers SD. Andrew Derer with the count. ...1 ...2 ...3]

Collins - SomeRandomGuy got lucky!

Brock - The winner of this match, SomeRandomGuy!!!


Crimson Dragon vs. Rekon vs. Executioner


Brock - This match is a Standard Match. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 205 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan, Crimson Dragon!!! (crowd cheers ******)

[The lights start to dim and a dragon�s roar is heard. "Crimson Fire" begins to blast throughout the arena as The Dragon makes his way to the ring.]

Brock - The second in this three way match, weighing in at 265 pounds,, Rekon!!! (crowd boos ***)

["Alive" by P.O.D begins to play in the arena. The crowd begins to boo when they see it's Rekon. Rekon runs down to the ring.]

Brock - And third, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Suicide City, Executioner!!! (crowd boos ***)

[Executioner walks to the ring. James Webster is the referee for this contest. Dragon delivers an inverted atomic drop to Rekon. (the bell rings) Executioner kicks Crimson Dragon in the stomach. Crimson Dragon applies a boston crab to Executioner. Referee James Webster is checking for a tap out. ... Dragon tightens the hold. ... Dragon tightens the hold. ... Executioner escapes.]

Richards - My God I've never seen anything like this!

[Executioner gets up. Executioner kicks Crimson Dragon in the head. Executioner punches Crimson Dragon repeatedly. Crimson Dragon delivers a DDT. Ex gets to his feet. Executioner lifts up Crimson Dragon and delivers a gut-wrench power bomb. Executioner executes a piledriver on Rekon.]

Collins - Nice Piledriver by Executioner.

[Crimson Dragon climbs to his feet.]

Collins - Is this a great match or what?

Richards - Yes sir!

[Executioner lifts up Dragon and delivers a fall-away slam. Rekon is back on his feet. Executioner lifts up Rekon and delivers a Gorrila Press Slam. Executioner delivers a DDT to Dragon. Ex and Rekon lock up. Executioner locks on a deadly arm-bar on Rekon. James Webster is checking for a tap out. ... ... Rekon trys to escape. ... Rekon trys to escape. ... Rekon is fighting the hold. ... Rekon is fighting the hold. ... ... Rekon breaks the hold! ... Rekon whirls around and strikes back with a HUGE overhand which Ex evades and swiftly counters with A GUILLOTINE!!! Ex goes for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!]

Collins - We've got ourselves a winner!

Brock - The winner of this match, Executioner!!!

 [Just then, "Hell Frozen Over" kicks up and Mark "The Shark" Hepler storms down to the ring sporting his new "Hepler 9:11- Fuck Bin Laden" T-shirt and carrying his classic "Shark Attack" bat. The Shark slides in the ring and taunts The Dragon. Crimson slides out of the ring and Ex bails out as well. Just as Rekon starts to get back up, Hepler flips him the middle finger, kicks Rekon in the gut and swiftly follows up with a shot to the cranium from his bat. Mark spits down on Rekon in disgust and finishes the job with THE BOTTOM LINE!!!!! The Shark slides out of the ring and quickly exits through the crowd.]

Alex Frost & Derek Cage vs. The ICONZ


Brock - This match is a Standard Match tag match. On there way to the ring at this time, Alex Frost & Derek Cage!!!

[Alex Frost & Derek Cage come to the ring. ]

Brock - and their opponents, the team of The ICONZ.

[The ICONZ walk to the ring. James Webster is the referee for this match. (ding, ding, ding)]

Richards - This is gonna be freaking good!

[Sean Staff superkicks Alex "Iceman" Frost. Staff goes for a pin. The ref starts the count. ...1 ...2 Alex "Iceman" Frost kicks out.]

Collins - Sean Staff should have known he wouldn't win the match with that.

[Sean Staff kicks Frost in the back of the head. Frost gets up. Sean Staff hits Alex Frost with the double arm DDT into the mat.]

Collins - Alex "Iceman" Frost really felt that double arm DDT!

[Sean Staff gets back to his feet. Sean Staff covers Iceman hooking the leg. Referee James Webster makes the count. ...1 ...2 Iceman kicks out.]

Richards - Staff was so close!!

[Indian deathlock applied by Staff. James Webster is checking for a tap out. ... Iceman is fighting the hold. ... Staff tightens the hold. Iceman escapes.]

Collins - Damn!

[Iceman makes the tag to Derek Cage. Derek Cage suplexes Sean Staff.]

Richards - Here comes the Hardcore champ!

[Derek Cage tags in Iceman. Staff kicks Frost in the groin.]

Collins - These guys are almost as good as me. Wouldn't you agree?

Richards - Not in this life time.

[Iceman short-arm clotheslines Staff to the mat.]

Collins - short-arm clothesline!

[Sean Sanders runs in and punches Iceman in the head. Staff executes the jumping sidekick on Iceman. Sean Sanders hits a European Uppercut.]

Richards - Come on ref! Do something!! Frost is being double teamed!

[Sean Sanders drives a forearm into the head of Alex "Iceman" Frost. Sean Staff makes the tag to Sean "Superstar" Sanders. Sean Sanders hits a reverse neck breaker.]

Collins - Iceman is being double teamed! I LOVE it!!

[Mr. Superstar uses a closed fist on Alex Frost. Sean Staff tagged in by Mr. Superstar. Sean Staff puts Alex "Iceman" Frost on the turnbuckle and executes a belly-to-belly superplex.]

Richards - Alex Frost is getting toasted! Could Trap win at WrestleFest??

[Staff hits Alex "Iceman" Frost with a rolling elbow smash to the face. Staff makes the tag to Mr. Superstar.
Sean Sanders punches Iceman repeatedly. Frost tags Derek Cage. They lockup. Sean Sanders sends Derek Cage to the corner of the ring. Mr. Superstar tags in Staff. Sean Sanders delivers a spine buster to Derek Cage.]

Collins - Derek Cage is being double teamed! I LOVE it!!

[SSS hits a European Uppercut. Sean "Superstar" Sanders drives a forearm into Derek Cage. SSS delivers a kick to the head of Derek Cage. Superstar punches Derek Cage repeatedly.]

Richards - weak move!

[Derek Cage makes the tag to Frost.]

Collins - Frost is back!

[Sean Staff gets back to his feet. Indian deathlock applied by Sean Staff. Referee James Webster is checking for a tap out. ... ... Alex "Iceman" Frost escapes. Staff sends Alex Frost to ringside. James Webster starts the count (.1) They head back into the ring. Staff suplexes Alex "Iceman" Frost. Staff and Alex Frost go to the floor]

Collins - Maybe Sean Staff can get his hands on a weapon at ringside.

[James Webster starts the count (.1)]

Richards - Folks this is the only place you can get wrestling like this.

[(..2) Alex Frost whips Staff into the ringpost. (...3) Iceman executes a legdrop on Sean Staff.]

Collins - legdrop by Iceman.

[(....4) Alex "Iceman" Frost pokes Staff in the eye with his thumb. (.....5) Alex "Iceman" Frost takes Staff into the ring. Sean Staff gets taken down with a corkscrew armdrag.]

Richards - Sean Staff takes a corkscrew armdrag.

[Alex Frost covers Staff hooking the leg. The ref starts the count. ...1 ...2 Staff escapes.]

Collins - Iceman should have known he wouldn't win the match with that.

[Alex Frost makes the tag to Cage. Staff gets up.]

[Cage connects with a MONSTEROUS clothesline on Staff that knocks him over the ropes to the concrete floor. Derek quickly follows his opponent outside the ring as SSS and Frost lock it up in the center of the ring.]

Richards - Business is about to pick up!

[Frost gains the advantage over Sanders and flings him across the ropes and looks to connect with a spinning heel kick� but SSS ducks and Alex hits nothing but air. Sean quickly whips around and searches for a neck breaker, but finds nothing but an elbow from Frost to the ribs.]

Collins - Sanders is hunched over! He looks to be winded from that shot from Frost!

[Frost grabs a hold of Sanders� neck and drives his face down into his knee. SSS flails back into the ropes and spits a mouthful of blood on the floor outside the ring.]

Richards - Listen to the fans! Its almost like Sanders feeds off their energy� he might be mounting a comeback here!

[Alex walks over SSS and spins him. Sanders glares at him and spits another mouthful of blood right in Frost�s mug. Enraged, Frost drills SSS with a biting knife edge chop� but Sanders quickly fires back with one of his own� and Frost strikes back� and another from Sanders!]

Richards - Look at these two warriors slugging it out! The fans are on their feet!

Collins - And amazingly so is Sanders!

Richards - That�s why this man is a legend!

[SSS is picking up the momentum of his chops and has Frost on his heels. Sanders tilts his head to the side and takes in a breath of hatred as he delivers a boot to the midsection topped off by a RISING STAR!!]

Richards - This place is electric!!

[Sanders goes for the cover� 1� 2��3!!!!]

Brock - The winners of this match� THE ICONZ, Sean Sanders and Sean Staff!!!!!!!

[Staff enters the ring and celebrates with his friend as Cage helps his partner off the mat into another corner of the ring. Sanders wipes some more blood from his mouth as he and Staff salute their fans and mock their opponents.]

Collins - Wait a minute� Frost is calling for a mike�

[Frost gets to his feet and begins to speak.]

Frost - Oh� so you two think you�re hot shit now just because you got lucky? Well hell, even Prez Ben gets LUCKY every once in a while! This in my eyes was a MISTAKE� a MISTAKE neither of you will ever make again!

[The fans begin to boo and chuckle a little to Frost�s comments.]

Frost - And oh yeah� don�t think that your MISTAKE is going to go unpunished! OH NO! There will be repercussions!

[More boos erupt as Sanders and Staff turn their attention to Frost�s words.]

Frost - Let�s see� how about� NEXT Friday we teach you two little boys some manners! Staff! Let me start with you! Next Friday you�ll be wrestling� hmmm�� yes! SD Matthews!!! � and well� gee� that�s not good enough!! � there will be a special referee for this match� none other than my sweetheart! And your European Champion!

[Staff becomes flushed with anger and nearly darts across the ring, but Sanders holds him back. They both listen on with the audience.]

Frost - Now Mr. Sanders� or wait� should I properly address you as GOD! � no no no! that�s right� you lost that title as well! Just as you lost everything else in your life! It seems to me that your buddy over there is all that is you have left in your life!

[SSS shakes his head in disgust as the fans boo some more.]

Frost - So� I see how you value your friends� and I see you might be a little jealous with Staff getting a special match and not yourself�! Well here�s what I have for you SEAN!You�ll be competing in a HELL IN A CELL match next Fever� a HANDICAPPED HELL IN A CELL match!!! AGAINST�! My man at my side right now, Cage� AND� Crimson Dragon!!

[Just then �Make Me Bad� blares throughout the arena and Prez Ben comes stampeding down the entrance ramp to the ring with a microphone. He enters the ring and stands between both parties.]

Prez Ben - Hey now! Everyone just calm down a minute here! Frost! I know you�re the Commish� but you�re not Prez Benny D! You can just go running your mouth saying you�re going to do this and do that! That�s what I do! So as for these matches next week�

[The fans hold their breath in anticipation]

Prez Ben - Well� personally� I like them! And I think I�m going to sign them to next week�s card! Just in spite of you Sanders! You�ve but me through hell ever since you�ve been back and now you�re going to pay!

[Suddenly, the all the lights in the arena dim down to nearly pure darkness as �Praise� by Sevendust blasts over the loudspeakers.]

Collins - Who the hell is this?

[The lights flicker back up to full strength and to everyone�s amazement its former IWF President, Prez Jon standing at the top of the ramp with a mike.]

Richards - Prez Jon is back! Listen to these fans! This place is rockin�!

[Prez Jon waits till the crowd quiets down a little and begins to speak.]

Prez Jon - BEN! SIGN THIS BITCH!!!!

[Prez Jon whips Ben the finger to the crowd�s delight.]

Prez Jon - I�m sick and tired of sitting back and watching fools like Frost drag you around by the balls Ben! Sick and tired of you treating those that MADE this federation and MADE you like shit! And that is why I�m back here before you! Back here to stand behind my longtime FRIEND Sean Sanders!!!!

[The noise level lifts up a notch as Gerke continues on.]

Prez Jon - And let us not forget that I do still own a portion of this company� and I can, and WILL exercise my right to sign any match I feel necessary!! So Ben� and Frost! Allow me to add a little something something your card next week! Staff� I know SD is going to be a handful, but you do have the talent to take him down! And as for Tasha, your referee, don�t worry man� because we�re going to have ANOTHER guest referee� and that is going to be� TRAPEZIUM! How about that Frost?! Trap and your girlie working together! Awwwww!

[Frost jumps up and down furious with rage as the fans let out a chuckle.]

Prez Jon - Sean� man� why don�t we even the odds next week ?! Why don�t I take to your corner and join you in a collective ass kicking!! I�ve got your back man! STICK THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT BITCH!!!�

[Sanders and Staff join Prez Gerke as the three walk to the back together to celebrate the night�s happenings.]

Collins - Gerke is back and he�s already put his foot down!!!

Richards - We�re just about out of time folks! Don�t forget to tune in next week!!! Who knows what could happen after tonight!!!

[End of Telecast]
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