[LAST MAN STANDING MATCH: REJECT VS. JAY JAMESON W/CLANCY McCLEAN] [FALLOUT: DESTINY FULFILLED, FEB 27TH 2005]
Torres:
“The following contest is the Last Man Standing match.
By the agreement of both participants, this match will ONLY be
decided via knockout. As such, there will
be no disqualification and no stoppage for injury, blood loss or anything else.
Introducing first, to be accompanied to the ring by Clancy McClean…
From Swansea, England. Weighing in
at two hundred and fifteen pounds and standing at five feet, eleven inches…
He is “The Hotshot Rookie” – JAY JAMESONNN!!!”
“H
To Tha Izzo/In The End” by Linkin
Park & Jay-Z hits as Jay Jameson, a rucksack on his back, steps out onto the
stage sporting a Tampa Bay Lightning shirt. Hanging
a little behind is Clancy McClean, armed with his briefcase.
The pair slowly make their way down to the empty ring.
Samson:
This kid doesn’t have the first clue what he’s in for tonight. This is going
to be a massacre, folks.
Nelson:
I hate to say it so early, but you might be right…
Crumb:
C’mon, you guys! Give Jay Jameson a chance, here. He has gotten the better of
Reject on two occasions now.
Nelson:
If nothing else, Jameson’s new pal Quake could play a role in this one…
Remember, it’s anything goes.
From
all sides, fans hurl abuse at the unpopular duo as they progress down the
walkway. Jay begins to fire back at them
as Clancy provides a reassuring voice in the youngster’s left ear.
Jay exhales deeply before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.
McClean follows behind, using the steps instead.
The pair pace the ring for a moment as the crowd slowly begin to calm
down. The minute McClean retrieves a
CMC-branded microphone from his jacket pocket, however, they go nuts in booing
him.
McClean:
“Morons, morons, morons… Give it a
rest, will you? This is an historic
moment, one that will be remembered forever in the annals of GroundZero
Wrestling 2K1 lore… Not one to be
crapped on by a bunch of juvenile Canadians!”
The
heat goes up another notch as Jameson removes the rucksack and then slowly the
Tampa Bay Lightning shirt. The youngster
glances at Clancy before tossing the shirt into the crowd, evoking an
“A-HOLE” chant as a portion of the crowd begin to stomp viciously on the
unwelcome garment.
McClean:
“That shirt is a priceless souvenir… Don’t
you fools realise that?”
McClean
glances at Jay who simply nods his head.
McClean:
“Moving on, then… Reject-”
Interrupting
McClean to the crowd’s utmost delight, quiet distortion slowly emanates from
the public address system. It begins to
build up at a rapid pace.
Torres:
“And his opponent… From Bethlehem,
Pennsylvania. Weighing in at two hundred
and sixty-six pounds and also standing five feet, eleven inches tall –
REEJECCCTTTT!!!!”
The
lights dim as a cloud of thick smoke rises from the stage. The heavy percussion
of Nine Inch Nails' 'Eraser' kicks in as the katakana lettering for
'REJECT' materialises in blood red on the Zerotron over a black background. As
the song becomes progressively heavier, the dark, stocky figure of Reject steps
onto the stage, head down, and marches down the ramp way. Strapped to his back
is a steel chair. The lettering on the
Zerotron turns transparent, inside it flashing images of Reject in combat in
HKWF. Receiving a heavily mixed but still overpowering reaction, the six-time
HKWF Hardcore Champion and DisOrder member continues towards the ring as Trent
Reznor's vocals begin.
“Need
you
Dream
you
Find
you
Taste
you
Fuck
you
Use
you
Scar
you
Break
you”
Exhaling
deeply, Reject reaches the ring and circles it slowly.
Samson:
‘Ject is just psyching these two out.
His
music becomes more intense as he comes to a halt at the ring steps.
McClean and Jameson make a swift exit, abandoning the microphone.
“Lose
me
Hate
me
Smash
me
Reject
slides into the ring under the bottom rope, promptly gets to his feet, discards
the chair and stares out at McClean who just happens to be lightly massaging
Jameson’s shoulders and giving him a last minute pep-talk.
Reject gives the crowd just one brief, silencing glance as he does so.
“Kill
me
Kill
me
Kill
me
Kill
me
Kill
me
KILL
ME”
On that
unsettling note, Reject’s music fades out and the lighting returns to normal.
Samson:
Reject looks MAJORLY pissed off tonight…
Crumb:
This is going to be good.
Samson:
Not for this Jameson brat, it’s not.
With
his left foot, Reject slides the steel chair to the far side of the ring, to the
corner nearest Jameson. With his right,
he stamps down hard on the nearby CMC-Branded microphone, smashing it into a
thousand pieces. Reject uses the chair as
something of a peace offering, motioning for Jay to get in and take it.
McClean gives Jay a reassuring pat on the back and watches proudly as his
young client goes into battle. A little
gingerly, the cocky Englishman takes his time and climbs into the ring.
He takes a cautious glance across at Reject before slowly moving in to
pick up the chair. Quickly enough he
realises his mistake as ‘Ject charges at him, head-on!!!
Before Jay can move a muscle, Reject drives him hard into the corner with
a…
Samson:
SPEAR!!! Oh my, what a spear that was!!!
Nelson:
Hey, man… It was just a spear, Joshua… Relax.
Reject
doesn’t let go of Jay, allowing his own body to almost bisect the
youngster’s. The 266-pounder follows
through with a vicious Northern Lights Suplex out of the corner!
Referee Newman moves in to survey the damage, only for ‘Ject to get up
and shove him right out of the way. The
former Extreme Heavyweight Champion scans the ringside area, his eyes coming to
a halt at one Clancy McClean. Reject
makes an absolute bee-line for his former manager, sliding out of the ring
without a second thought. McClean runs as
fast as he can, circling the ring twice. As
he does, Jay goes for the rucksack in the corner and retrieves a long, glass
tube.
Crumb:
That’s… That’s…
Samson:
That’s a BONG!!!
Nelson:
What the hell? It’s not enough for him to already be a walking advertisement
for that shit, he’s got to pollute a fine GZW2K1 event with his paraphernalia?
Jay
eyes the visibly well-used bong up and down, holding it with both hands.
At a glance, it appears to be about the length of a two-litre Coke bottle
and a half, made of lime green tinted glass. As
the two on the outside are about to lap the ring for the third time, McClean
slides into the ring and runs towards Jameson. Reject
follows suit but can’t stop in time to avoid the full impact of the bong to
the chest! Glass smashes in every
direction as Reject drops to one knee.
Crumb:
Holy crap! Could this one be over already?
Samson:
Of course not, tool… Reject’s not even down.
Jay
drops the remains of the bong and starts to pummel uncontrollably at the head of
the kneeling Reject. Before long, ‘Ject
grabs the younger man around the throat.
Crumb:
Uh-oh.
Jay
flails helplessly as Reject gets to his feet and slams him down hard with a Big
Bossman-style chokeslam. Jay crawls
toward the ropes to prevent a ten count, but is clearly feeling the effects of
the slam. Reject glances in every
direction looking for McClean, but can’t spot him.
He decides not to worry and stalks the crawling Jameson into a corner.
Reject stomps Jay down hard three times before turning his attention to
the foam covering the top steel ring post. Effortlessly,
he rips it off revealing the hard steel. He
laughs to himself as he hoists Jay up and takes him a few steps out of the
corner. Reject whips Jay hard into the
corner, the youngster’s face smacking hard into the steel.
Small splashes of blood decorate a small area of the canvas as Jay hits
the mat hard with a whiplash effect.
Samson:
Maybe that’ll knock some sense into the kid…
Nelson:
Or some brain cells out.
Samson:
If we’re lucky.
Reject
picks up the downed Jameson and takes him back out of the corner.
A hard right hand to the gut doubles Jameson over and Reject promptly
sets him up for a powerbomb. The
former Extreme Heavyweight Champ hoists the Briton up high and slams him HARD
into the corner!
Crumb:
HOLY CRAP!!! Did you see the impact there? Jameson’s spine probably has a dent
in it the size of England!!
Samson
(Sarcastically): Ha. Hilarious. Tell me, do you write your own material?
Crumb
(Confused): Wha-?
Nelson:
Just call the match, Todd.
Crumb:
Reject dusting himself off here and-
Samson:
Shhh… The fans are stupid, not blind.
Reject
picks Jameson up once again and grabs him by the hair.
He glances at the young man’s bloody forehead and spits on it.
Crumb:
A bit disrespectful, there…
‘Ject
rubs his left palm in the saliva and blood and proceeds to slap Jameson right
across the face!!! The mixture sticks to
his face like a paste.
Nelson:
VERY disrespectful there!!!
Samson:
The kid deserves it…
Jay
grimaces as the bloody paste gets in his eyes. The
fashionable youngster turns away from Reject to try to clean himself.
This leaves him prone for a katahijima from Reject.
The bulkier man forcefully locks Jay in the submission hold and drags him
back into the middle of the ring. ‘Ject
attempts to trip Jay to the mat, but gets a low blow for his efforts.
Reject instinctively releases the hold. Jay
slides out of the ring instantly and takes a breather.
Reject gives him little time to escape and follows him out.
The faster of the two, Jay groggily jogs up the ramp and towards the
stage. Showing unreal stamina, the
already bloodied Reject begins to sprint after Jay.
Realising this, the Welshman abandons his trip to the stage and quickly
hops the thick side guardrail into the thick of the crowd.
Crumb:
WHAT CAN REJECT BE THINKING AS JAY JAMESON IS LOST IN A SEA OF FANS?!
Without
a second thought, Reject climbs up onto the guardrail and motions towards the
crowd.
Nelson:
This lunatic’s going to dive right into them! This is insane! These fans have
nothing to do with this!
Crumb:
And it’s not as if he’s some cruiserweight, either… Reject is over 260
pounds!
Sure
enough, Reject dives into the crowd from a substantial height, much like a stage
dive at a small concert. Amazingly, the
crowd catch him and he begins to crowd surf.
Nelson:
I’ve never seen anything like this, this is amazing!
Samson:
Look! They’re leading ‘Ject right to Jay!
As the
camera switches to a close-up crowd view, Jameson squirms out on his hands and
knees from the crowd into a clearing. All
around is sound equipment. Satisfied with
himself, he gets to one knee and dusts himself off only to see the massive
Reject crowd-surfing toward him. The
energetic fans let him down and the six-time HKWF Hardcore Champion too dusts
himself off. ‘Ject invites Jay to come
to him. Fuelled by both fear and
adrenaline, Jay makes a run but is nearly beheaded by a hard, short lariat.
He hits the concrete floor hard. Reject
picks up his foe and sets him up for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.
He takes a couple of steps backward, inching closer to a large speaker,
about twice the size of him.
Crumb:
No! Don’t do it! The distance between these men and that speaker is nowhere
enough for-
Samson:
HOLY SHIT!!! Jameson just got folded up like an accordion! Look at the sparks!
Sparks
fly everywhere in sight as Jay collapses to the concrete.
Reject sits up and notices that Ref Newman has caught up with them.
The referee begins a ten-count.
ONE…
Samson:
No chance. No chance at all.
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
Crumb:
FI-WHO’S THAT?!
From
the thick of the crowd emerges none other than Quake.
Jameson’s “Best Buddy” charges toward the still seated Reject and
delivers a swift low kick. Urgently, the
Quake One grabs Jay and props him standing up against the speaker.
He checks that his friend is alright, but doesn’t see-
Samson:
REJECT WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO THE SPINE!!!
Crumb:
Where the hell did that come from?!
Nelson:
They’re in the crowd, Todd… What do you expect?
Quake
crumples to the floor. Reject finishes
him off with three more hard shots all around the body.
The legendary HKWF star discards the chair and turns his attention to the
dazed, but standing, Jay Jameson. He
hoists Jay up over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and begins to
carry him towards the ringside area.
Crumb:
Quake needs medical attention!
Nelson:
Quake deserves what he got, Todd… He has no business in this match.
Reaching
a ringside guardrail, Reject simply drops Jay over onto the floor on the far
side. Wiping a layer of bloody sweat from
his face, he steps over it himself. He
rolls Jay into the ring but stays on the outside himself.
Jameson props himself up a little on the ropes, but still is unable to
stand. Reject fails to notice the already
set-up table in the ring and slowly begins to look around the ringside area for
McClean.
Samson:
Where is CMC, actually?
‘Ject
passes the announce table area, still searching.
Unbeknownst to him, Clancy McClean crawls out from under the Pig-Latin
announce table, armed with a…
Crumb:
STAPLE GUN!!! CLANCY MCCLEAN HAS A DAMNED CMC BRANDED STAPLE GUN AND HE’S
STALKING REJECT!!!
Nelson:
It’s common knowledge that a good deal of Mr. McClean’s fortune comes from
the stapler industry…
Just as
Reject is about to give up and slide back into the ring, McClean shoots him in
the back of the head with a barrage of staples!!!
Fuming and bleeding from a half dozen different places on the back of his
head, Reject turns around to face his attacker.
Samson:
Damn, they’re the strongest staples on the market… That must hurt like a-
Nelson:
What the hell is this? Jameson’s got a staple gun too!!! He must’ve
got it from the rucksack!
Jameson
mounts the turnbuckle nearest the outside action and takes aim at Reject.
Without hesitation, he fires right at Reject, nipping him in the
forehead!!! ‘Ject turns his attention
to Jay and slides into the ring. McClean
shoots him once more as he does, catching him in the leg.
Nelson:
I don’t believe it, it’s like the staples are having no effect on Reject!
Crumb:
He is like The Terminator!
Frantically,
Jay stays seated on the second rope in the corner and begins to shoot right at
Reject. ‘Ject all but ignores it and
steps right in front of Jay, only to be caught with a huge swinging tornado DDT,
driving both men through the table behind them!!!
Samson:
HOLY CRAP! The staple guns were just a trap!
Nelson:
Amazing display of athleticism from Jay Jameson there, especially considering
the battering he’s taken tonight!
Both
men crumple to either side of the broken table, shards of wood lacerating their
already torn and tattered skin even further. Ref
Newman begins to count both men down.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
Reject
crawls towards his near corner, with Jay doing likewise to the opposite corner.
SIX…
‘Ject
barely gets to one knee and reaches into his boot.
He retrieves a long, shiny object and conceals it in his belt.
Nelson:
Was that a-?
Still
grounded, Jay begins to rummage through the rucksack and sticks on a pair of
brass knuckles.
Crumb:
Perhaps that evens things out.
Jay
slowly gets to his feet and approaches Reject with caution, concealing the
knucks. The two bloodied combatants close
in on each other. Jay keeps his guard up
with his bare left fist, keeping his brass’d up right out of sight.
Reject keeps both arms by his side, keeping his weapon hidden.
Reject stops dead to Jay’s pleasant surprise.
Quickly the Hotshot Rookie throws a fake punch with his bare left fist
before blasting Reject full force between the eyes with the knucks!
Crumb:
OWWW… Wait! Reject didn’t even FLINCH!!!
Nelson:
That’s impossible – a shot like that would KO even the toughest of them,
without exception!
A
flabbergasted Jameson, wide-eyed, quickly goes for another knuck shot.
Reject blocks it instantly with his right forearm and grabs something
from his belt before grabbing Jay by the throat, pulling him in close and
raising both hands to the young Welshman’s neck.
‘Ject trips Jay via his heels and both men drop to the mat, Reject
overpowering Jameson with what looks like…
Nelson:
A KABAR KNIFE!!! In the name of Eddie Knoxville, Reject has a lethal
weapon at Jay Jameson’s throat!!!
Crumb:
WHAT CAN JAMESON BE THINKING AS HIS LIFE IS LITERALLY IN REJECT’S HANDS?!!
A Kabar knife has no place in a wrestling ring!!! Somebody stop this damn
match!!!
Nelson:
NOW!!! SOMEBODY, GET SECURITY DOWN HERE!!!
Samson:
I’m all for violence, but Reject may have just crossed a boundary of no return
here!
From
all around, GZW2K1 security staff rush the ring.
A look of pure terror is frozen on Jameson’s face.
Six security guards flock the ring in order to stop Reject, yet the bell
is not called for.
Samson:
Both men agreed that this match would end with a decisive knockout ONLY!!
That contract they signed last week was iron clad!
Crumb:
That’s true, but a KNIFE? Even if this is a Last Man Standing, a line has to
be drawn somewhere, Joshua.
Samson:
Don’t tell me that, tool. If you want to make a formal complaint, be my guest.
You know where Mr. McClean’s office is.
Nelson:
Look! Reject is fighting off the guards! This is a disgrace!
Samson:
It’s his last night, Patrick, he’s got nothing to lose. He might as well
fight them off…
Dropping
the knife and momentarily forgetting Jameson, Reject gets up and expels a tall
Asian guard from the ring by tossing him out over the top rope, Royal Rumble
style. Snatching a stocky black guard’s
baton and throwing it aside, ‘Ject floors him with a stiff headbutt followed
by a powerful uppercut to the chin. The
remaining guards quickly back down, one retrieving the deadly combat and utility
knife, and make a hasty exit.
Crumb:
Well thank God for THAT!
A
somewhat able Jay Jameson sneaks up on a distracted Reject from behind and hits
a hard low blow. ‘Ject exhales hard in
an effort to block out the obvious winding pain.
Jay follows through with an Irish whip off the ropes and a drop toehold.
Reject’s bloody face slaps the mat hard but the beast is right back up
again. Brass knuckles still on his right
fist, a desperate Jameson goes for an uppercut, but Reject intercepts with a
HARD bare-knuckle dig to Jay’s brass’d fist!
The knucks fly off as Jameson howls from the stinging pain.
Not giving Jameson a second to breathe, Reject delivers a hard fist to
Jay’s gut, doubling the youngster over. From
there, ‘Ject sets Jay up in position for a powerbomb.
Hoisting the Welshman onto his broad shoulders, Reject charges forward
and powerbombs him out of the ring, right onto the hard arena floor!!!
Samson:
SMMMACK!!! Haha!! That’ll learn ‘im!
Ref
Paulie Newman begins the count as Reject clears the ring of the bent brass
knuckles, broken table and other remains of weaponry used throughout the match.
A highly concerned Clancy McClean rushes over to his fallen client and
tries desperately to revive him.
ONE…
TWO…
Down on
one knee, McClean splashes bottled water on Jay’s face frantically.
THREE…
FOUR…
With no
sign of life from Jameson, CMC begins to desperately pull at his client in an
effort to get him to his feet. Seeing
this, Reject quickly climbs out of the ring and heads toward the pair.
FIVE…
McClean
high-tails it as soon as Reject is within a reasonable proximity.
‘Ject considers chasing him down but decides to inflict further
punishment on Jameson instead. The
powerful Bethlehem, Pennsylvania native easily hoists the fallen Jay to his feet
and props him up against the nearby steel ring post.
Reject wipes the foamy spittle from his lips as he sizes the
semi-conscious Jameson up.
Nelson:
This is just excessive… Reject could’ve won the match there and then and
this would’ve all been over with.
Crumb:
You can’t know that for sure, Patrick! Clancy McClean has surely banked on
this Jameson kid for a reason, I wouldn’t underestimate him just yet.
Reject
watches as McClean crawls away and hides on the far side of the ring.
The six time HKWF Hardcore Champion can’t help but laugh before
grabbing the bottle of water that McClean had been using to try to revive
Jameson and holding it high above his head and roaring at the top of his lungs.
Most of the ringside fans cheer just for the sake of it.
Crumb:
I know he’s straight edge and all, but it’s just water... Why all the fuss?
Promptly,
Reject opens the bottle and shoves the business end of it down Jameson’s
throat. Jay begins to come to only in
time for Reject to hit a hard right hand into the bottom of the bottle, lodging
it further down the youngster’s throat!!!
Crowd:
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Nelson:
My God! Jay Jameson’s going to choke to death here!!!
Samson:
Sure he will, Patrick. Sure he will…
Jameson
claws at his own throat for dear life to try and get rid of the bottle.
His face turns bright pink as Reject merely watches on with
expressionless eyes. After about ten
seconds of Jay’s flailing, ‘Ject grabs a hold of the bottle and gives it a
hard yank, removing it along with a steady stream of blood.
The impact sends Jay mercilessly to the concrete, face first.
The young man from Swansea begins to cough up watery blood as ‘Ject
discards the bottle and hoists him right back up to his feet.
A deathly-worried Clancy McClean paces back and forth on the far side of
the ring floor.
Crumb:
Jay Jameson’s life must have flashed before his eyes about ten times in this
match. Reject is relentless tonight.
Samson:
He wants to leave a lasting impression, tool. Wouldn’t you do the same if you
were in his boots?
Reject
grabs a totally drained Jay by the throat and hoists him up until a rough,
Goldberg-style military press. Jay
continues to cough up blood all over Reject’s massive arms until Reject simply
drops the lighter man throat-first across the ring barrier.
Jay lets out a terrible, guttural howl as his throat hits the barrier
hard. He crumples over to the ringside
area and sprawls across the floor, on his back. Ref
Newman initiates another count as Reject stands guard over Jay’s body, keeping
CMC away.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE...
Nelson:
Realistically, there’s no chance Jay’s getting up after all that.
SIX…
SEVEN…
Jay rolls to his side to cough up more blood.
EIGHT…
Jay inches toward the ring apron and grabs it with his left arm.
Arms crossed over his chest, Reject watches on as Jay pulls himself to
one knee just before the count of nine.
Samson:
Well there you go, Nelson. Wrong again!
Reject
applauds the bloodied Jay’s courage with a series of dry handclaps.
Visibly disoriented, Jay slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.
Very slowly, he uses the ropes to get to his feet.
Meanwhile, Reject begins to search under the ring for more weaponry.
He retrieves a long wooden pole, a few inches in diameter and about five
feet long, and slides it under the bottom rope. He
screams the words “PICK IT UP!” at Jay before climbing up onto the apron and
stepping into the ring. Shakily, Jay does
so.
Crumb:
That’s pretty stupid of Reject, if you ask me.
Samson:
Fortunately, nobody did ask you…
Jay
tries to shake the cobwebs and wipes his mouth clean of the blood.
Reject begins to close in on him, motioning for Jay to take a swing.
Promptly the Hotshot Rookie makes a horizontal swing, which Reject easily
ducks. The former Extreme Heavyweight
Champion continues to taunt Jay, telling him to “Come On!”
This time, Jay digs the pole forward, and Reject sidesteps it.
An exhausted Jay makes a final upward swing which Reject intentionally
walks right into. The pole snaps in half
across Reject’s chest. Reject’s body
spasms briefly, but the 266-lb monster soon laughs it off and floors Jameson
with a heavy STO. Reject stands over the
fallen Jameson. Ref Newman begins another
count, but ‘Ject grabs the grounded Jay with both hands by the throat and
hoists him to his feet, Batista style. Reject
turns Jay upside down and onto his shoulder as if for a Tombstone, but Jameson
wriggles down his back and crawls desperately toward the ropes.
Waiting by the apron, McClean begins to slap the mat to motivate his
client. Once Jay is within reaching
distant, McClean reaches out his arms and helps pull him out of the ring.
Nelson:
C’mon, this might as well be a handicap match with McClean out here offering
helping hands left, right and centre!
A
pissed off Reject starts towards the two outside the ring.
Stopping inside the ring, just at the ropes, Reject begins to shout at
them. Jay makes a hasty exit out of view
as McClean starts to talk back to ‘Ject, all the while slyly reaching into his
famed ‘never-ending’ suit pocket and retrieves a small aerosol-style
canister.
Nelson:
Now what?
CMC
slowly raises both hands, as if in surrender, easily keeping the canister
concealed. Before long, McClean unveils
it and sprays Reject right in the eyes with…
Crumb:
TRAVEL DEODERANT!!! THAT STUFF’S LETHAL!!!
Nelson:
This is EXACTLY what I’m talking about?
Crumb:
And what, you don’t have a problem with Stabby McGee over there?
Reject’s
eyes begin to water uncontrollably. Before
he knows what’s hit him, Jay Jameson rushes him from behind and shoves him
throat down into the top rope, in effect creating a crude chokehold.
Relentlessly he pushes down as McClean climbs up onto the apron and
begins to help, adding more pressure by pulling Reject’s head downwards.
The two continue to clamp down the pressure hard as ‘Ject frantically
swings his arms in all directions in a vein effort to break free.
After a moment, ‘Ject manages to clock Jay with a blind right.
Jay quickly restrains Reject’s arm with his own right arm while
removing the six-time HKWF Hardcore Champ’s belt from his shorts.
Having it freed, Jay releases his grip momentarily and crudely ties
‘Ject’s hands together behind his back. Immediately
he goes back to choking the heavily tatto’d Reject.
Nelson:
This match has degenerated into a common mugging!
Finally,
once ‘Ject seems incapacitated enough, both men release the choke and allow
the beast to groggily step backwards. A
still restrained and glassy eyed Reject turns around only to be floored with a
precise superkick to the jaw!
Crumb: JACKPOT!!!
Jay Jameson’s trademark superkick!!! That could be it for Reject!!!
Hands
still tied, Reject crumples into a ball on the mat, staring straight up at the
Coliseum’s magnificent ceiling. Ref
Newman begins the count as Jay takes a much-needed rest in the corner.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
Crumb:
Might as well call it here and now, that was a nasty looking shot.
SIX…
SEVEN…
The
crowd let out a roar of both disbelief and approval as Reject sits up, breaking
the count.
Samson:
I’m sorry, tool, was that another wrong assumption? I stopped listening
two years ago…
Jay
sighs before coming out of the corner and kicking the seated Reject hard in the
chest. The stiff impact knocks Reject
flat on his back once again. Newman
starts again.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
And
Reject’s up again. Jay moves in with
another hard toe kick, but Reject this time tries to withstand it.
Gradually he gets to one knee, and has the wherewithal to take a dive to
avoid another kick from Jay. Reject now
gets to one knee once again and shoots to his feet, turning his attention to the
effort to free his hands. Jay charges at
him from across the ring, but the bulkier man meets him with a hard mafia kick
without the use of his hands, knocking the young Jameson right to the mat.
Jay’s body spasms but the resilient showman pushes himself to crawl
toward the ropes. He gets to his feet
just as…
Nelson:
REJECT FREES HIMSELF!!!
Crumb:
This spells trouble for Jameson… The look on ‘Ject’s face leads me to
believe that he doesn’t like to be restrained!!!
Reject
grabs the two broken shards of the wooden pole, one in either hand, and
approaches Jameson. Jay backs into the
corner as Reject just keeps toward him. The
former Extreme Heavyweight Champion, a crazed expression on his face as if he
were in a trance, rears the pole in his left hand back and smacks the cornered
Jameson upside the head with it. He does
the same with the right one, and repeats it. Jay
desperately tries to block the attack, but can’t.
Relentlessly, Reject continues to batter Jay with the dual-wielded
weapons.
Nelson:
MORE blood!
Crumb:
And you can bet there’ll be splinters, too – that thing doesn’t look
anything near regulation quality.
Nelson
& Samson: …
As the
two sticks’ worth runs out, Reject discards them.
Apparently to prevent a count from Ref Newman, Reject props the bloodied,
beaten and practically unconscious Jay Jameson standing in the corner and drops
out of the ring looking for more weaponry. He
pulls out the tired old favourites – more chairs, more tables, but discards
them with disinterest just as quickly.
Samson:
He’s a picky son of a bitch, is our Reject. You’ve gotta give him that!
‘Ject
grins like a Cheshire Cat after something apparently tickles his fancy.
He gets down on his hands and knees and crawls an inch or two under the
ring. He re-emerges with a length of
thick, strong rope, barbed wire attached to one end of it.
Crumb:
Barbed wire ALWAYS spells trouble…
He
wraps it around his bulky arms as though we were watching through a microscope
lens a man taping his hands. With most of
the rope wrapped around him and the barbed wire in his right hand, Reject slides
back into the ring to the vegetating Jameson. With
his free arm, Reject whips Jameson to the far corner.
The sick whiplash effect that ensues brings yet another unhealthy smile
to Reject’s face. Before the count
reaches two, Reject is right back on him, laying in a vicious round of boots to
the fallen Briton before rolling him onto his stomach.
The rope secure around himself, Reject, tugs at the barbed wire so as to
hold it tightly between both hands.
Crumb:
What the hell is Reject going to do here?
His
hands all but “cuffed” with the barbed wire, Reject mounts the back of
Jameson. Salivating, the glassy-eyed CCW
legend gazes down at his victim and then out at a concerned Clancy.
Visibly sweating, Clancy tugs at his collar a little.
Reject takes a ‘seat’ on Jay’s back, as if for a camel clutch.
Crumb:
Don’t tell me we’re going to see…
Dramatically,
Reject grabs Jameson’s head and yanks it backwards at an ungodly angle.
Samson:
YES!
Crumb:
No way he can get away with this-
Reject
places the barbed wire over Jay’s head and loosely around his throat before
tightening his own grip.
Samson:
YES!
Nelson:
This damn move was banned for a reason…
‘Ject
fully looks in the modified camel clutch with the barbed wire, the move in HKWF
known as…
Samson:
THE MERCY SEAT!!!
‘Ject
clamps in the deadly hold as an exhausted and battered Jay tries to struggle and
flail for all he’s worth.
Nelson:
This is a dangerous, dangerous move. The fact that it was banned in HKWF
should speak volumes for the repercussions this will have after the show.
Backing
up Nelson’s claims, Jay begins to squeal and tap out frantically, to no
effect.
Crumb:
Why is Reject doing this? He could easily have allowed this match to end ten
times so far, yet he persists to just hurt Jay. Why?
Samson:
Well he thinks that Clancy McClean is trying to make Jay Jameson into a
star at the expense of Reject. I’m not sure that-
Nelson:
Come on, Joshua, you know as well as any of us…
Samson:
Except for our friend beside us here.
Crumb:
Who?
Nelson:
Yeah.
McClean,
more frantic now than ever, scrambles into the ring.
He starts to shout at Ref Newman for the hold to be broken, but nothing
is done. Reject just stares at McClean as
he tears at the throat of Jay Jameson with the barbed wire.
McClean tugs at his suit a little before turning and facing the Zerotron.
Slowly he removes his tie and nods towards the stage.
Crumb:
What’s this about?
Kaiser
Chief’s “I Predict A Riot” plays out of nowhere as Quake steps out
onto the stage and runs down the ramp, making his second appearance of the
match. His bald head is bandaged from the
earlier chair shot barrage by Reject and he is armed with said chair.
Nelson:
Oh, come on… Two on one is bad enough, but three?
Samson:
Didn’t this idiot get enough of Reject out in the crowd earlier?
Quake
slides into the ring, nodding at McClean, and clocks Reject right in the back of
the head with the steel chair, reopening the earlier wounds from the staple gun
attack. Reject maintains his clamp of the
submission hold throughout the pain, but is unable to withstand a second,
execution-style chair shot that appears to knock the Bethlehem native out cold.
Nelson:
This is pathetic… Reject’s gonna be counted out here and it won’t be
Jameson that beat him at all!
Crumb:
I wouldn’t be so sure – look!
Sweating,
bleeding and more or less crying, a grounded and beaten Jameson yells at McClean
and Quake not to let Reject be counted out yet. Grinning,
McClean obliges and helps his client up. Quake
moves in and helps Jay stand up and maintain his balance as Clancy gets down on
one knee and begins to shout in Reject’s ear.
Nelson:
A poor showing of class from the GZW2K1 Director Of New Media here…
Ref
Newman moves in to make the count, but McClean orders against it.
McClean takes Jay aside and allows Quake to prop Reject up to his feet.
CMC gives Jay a reassuring pat on the back as the youngster hobbles in
and picks up the steel chair. Very
slowly, he pulls back and nails ‘Ject in the gut, doubling him over.
Reject’s arms dangle lifelessly in front of him, the remains of the
barbed wire dangling even lower from his hands. Jay
with a snapping DDT on the chair takes Reject out of commission.
Quake helps Jameson back to his feet as McClean gives Ref Newman his
blessing for the ten-count.
Nelson:
Now this is just academic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
Quake
and Clancy grin at the dazed Jay in a pre-emptive congratulation.
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
Crumb:
TEN!!!
Samson:
NO!!! REJECT’S UP!!! ‘JECT GOT UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!!! THIS THING
IS STILL GOING!!!
Reject
sits up only to collapse a split second later.
Samson:
As little as Reject did there, he managed to salvage the match!
Crumb:
In any event, he bought himself another ten count.
As
Quake holds Jay up, Clancy moves in to mouth off at Reject again.
As he gets in close, however…
Nelson:
REJECT’S BITING CLANCY MCCLEAN’S EAR!!!! HE’S GONNA BITE IT CLEAN OFF!!!!!
Crumb:
My God, I haven’t seen such desperation in Reject in years!
Samson:
Todd, there is a difference between desperation and fighting spirit. It comforts
me to know that it lingers somewhere above your fat head.
Crumb:
HEY!!! I’m not fat…
Quake
moves in to protect Clancy, but gets a stiff right hand to the jaw for it.
The Quakester goes down like a ton of bricks as ‘Ject discards McClean,
now bleeding from the ear, and tries to get to his feet.
Samson:
Where did Jameson go?
Quake
attacks Reject from behind and the two slug it out as Jay is still nowhere to be
seen and Clancy nurses his ear wound. Quake
misses a clothesline and instantly gets caught in a half nelson and dropped in
the middle of the ring with a Storm Cradle Driver.
Samson:
REJECTION!!!
Reject
raises both of his arms in an ‘X’, the universally recognised straight edge
symbol.
Nelson:
You know, I think Reject just might be able to-
Samson:
OH MY GOD!!!
The
camera view changes just in time to see A WHITE HOT FIREBALL CATCH REJECT IN THE
FACE!!! For the first time since his GZW
debut, Reject screams in agony as he drops to the mat.
An exhausted Jay Jameson tosses aside the Travel Deodorant from earlier
and a Zippo lighter with a cannabis leaf on it before collapsing to one knee.
Crumb:
REF NEWMAN WITH THE COUNT!!!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
Samson:
WAIT, JAY’S WOBBLING!!! IF HE DROPS OFF THAT ONE KNEE, THE COUNT’LL BE
RESTARTED!!!
SEVEN…
Nelson:
FOR THE SAKE OF THE WIN OF A LIFETIME, CAN JAY HOLD ON THREE MORE SECONDS?!
EIGHT…
Crumb:
HE’S LEANING!!! HE’S LEANING!!!
NINE…
The
entire arena falls absolutely silent as Ref Newman utters the word “TEN!!!!!”
and the bell sounds.
Samson,
Nelson & Crumb: …
Mainstay
GZW2K1 Announcer Herbert Torres, in as much shock as anyone in the Saddle Dome,
cuts the tension…
Torres:
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… YOUR WINNER
AND THE LAST MAN STANDING… JAAYYY
JAMESSSSONNN!!!!!”
Samson:
I… don’t… believe… it…
Only
now does Quake come to. His frustration
at being laid out is overcome, if only temporarily, by the unbelievable success
of his ‘best pal’. The opening chords
of “H To The Izzo/In The End” begin.
Nelson:
We’re going to need about three dozen EMT’s out here… This place looks
like a train wreck… But I think the resounding theme here is that Jameson won
this thing by himself. Both Quake and
McClean were down and out when the Hotshot Rookie delivered the fatal blow.
Crumb:
Tables… A barbed wire necklace around young Jameson’s throat… Blood…
Third degree burns on Reject’s face… This was brutal. Boy, am I glad
it’s ov-
The
music cuts out as a couple of EMT’s help McClean to his feet, bandage his ear
quickly and hand him a microphone.
Nelson:
-And you jinxed it.
Quake
lifts Jameson up on his shoulders as McClean gets down and stands over a beaten
Reject.
McClean
(Breathing heavily):
“This is how you wanted it to be, scumbag? This
is how far you wanted it to go? Well,
isn’t it well for you? Tonight you were
surpassed in every environment… No, it
wasn’t a warm-up lap of a singles match with Jon Kellar…
This was real. This was your
environment. Your domain.
Moron, this is exactly how you wanted it to be…
And it couldn’t have gone WORSE for you…”
Jay
approaches McClean and extends his hand as though to take the microphone, but
CMC just smiles at him.
McClean:
“In time, my lad… You’ll have all
the air-time in the world… Before that,
though, one little thing needs to be dealt with.
When I came to you, Jay Jameson, and offered you the opportunity of a
lifetime to make something of yourself, we agreed on but ONE condition
– The utter dismantling of Reject. You
took your time, kid, but you did it. You fulfilled
your side of the bargain, James… It
simply wouldn’t be good business for me not to do likewise.
This is the beginning, Jay… The
getting is about to get good, my Welsh friend…”
Reject
still hasn’t moved as the three men stand over him.
McClean
(To Reject):
“And as for you, you pathetic piece of horse shit.
I don’t have one iota of sympathy for you.
In fact, I will take great pride, as GZW2K1 Director Of New Media, in
telling you that your services are no longer required.
As per the contract you signed in my office two weeks ago, by coming down
to the ring tonight you forfeited any sort of recourse claim to your GZW2K1
contract. And, when the bell sounded just
moments ago and the Jay Jameson era officially began, that contract of yours officially
ran out… That’s it, ‘Ject.
You’re finished. You’re fired,
Reject, and you’ve got about five minutes to pack your shirt and get out of
the GZW’s arena before we call the cops.”
Crowd:
BOOO!!!
Reject
doesn’t seem able to comprehend what’s going on as a group of EMT’s put
him on a stretcher and slide him out of the ring to carry him away.
His left eye is all but welded shut and his right is open eerily wide.
Clancy grins.
McClean:
“We’ll see you in hell, Clarence…”
Nelson:
We have seen the undoing of a Combined Championship Wrestling phenomenon
tonight, gentlemen…
Samson:
…
Crumb:
Somehow, I don’t think anyone’s going to forget this one any time soon.
Jameson’s
music kicks in once again as the three men celebrate in the ring.
The crowd litter them with garbage yet a number of ‘Jay’ chants and
applause can be heard every once in a while. The
show cuts to backstage.