[TV14 DSLV] [Darkness diminishes to the concerned face of I-Slash President, Brian Nelson. His eyes immersed in the camera.] NELSON: Somewhat over one year ago ... I took what Chris Jurkschat had made acceptable ... and I made it _exceptional_. Even you can't deny me that. [Who's he talking to?] NELSON: The most crucial and historic matches in I-Sla-- ... in _wrestling_ history flowed from the stroke of my pen. [Cut to silent images we'll never forget. Nate McMannis and Paul Kiljoy in the confines of the Slash n' Burn. Justin Arcola and Trevor Storm in the First Blood match. Gunnar Gaines and Matthew Reason from the Alaskan Death Match. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter and Wade Thompson battling for the vice-presidency. Matthew Reason and Paul Kiljoy at the top of the ladder at Set It Off. Nelson's face re-emerges.] NELSON: I've lured, salvaged, and nurtured the biggest names in my business. [Cut to the silent images of several pivotal I-Slash arrivals. Gunnar Gaines rotating in a chair on the I-Sore. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter and Super Scott in the ring. Steve Spector walking out of the tunnel at November Pain. Caleb Temple jabbing a fork into the head of Eric Travers. Tripp Shade delivering the Zero Heat Kick to Sammy Griffin. Johnny "Cool" Coles battling Shane St. Clair. Brody Thunder short-arm clotheslining Billy Rock. Bad Eye McBaine giving Gunnar Gaines the Blind Valley Driver. And again, we focus on Nelson's face.] NELSON: Now it's all being threatened. I could lose it all. I could lose the very thing I've devoted my _life_ to within the span of what's suppose to be it's finest hour. [Cut to the silent images of Rick Baptist and the Cartel. More images flourish of Temple, Hellshock, and the Dark Destroyer brawling with Justin Arcola, Razor Ron Jeremy, and Cooper Concrete. Nelson genuniely looks as if he's approaching tears.] NELSON: I know I'm the one who caused all this. I got myself and the I-Slash into this mess. I can't shift the blame. But I don't want to lose this. This is not just my job ... it's my _passion_. I admit, that's something that slipped my mind over the past few months. But through all the grief this business has given me, the good overwhelms the bad. I love this business. I love the _I-Slash_. [His head falls into his hands.] NELSON: Don't take it away from me. Don't take it away from these people, from these wrestlers who've bled and devoted just as much of their lives to it as I have. I'm begging you. Heaven ... [Nelson lifts his head. The camera revolves to show the back of it and draws back, revealing an altar. Displayed high above it, a large wooden crucifix with a depiction of Jesus nailed to it.] ... help us. [He stands.] NELSON: Amen. [He turns and walks past the camera, legs shuffling by. We watch him stroll up the aisle dividing several rows of pews and draw open the doors, which cast a brilliant light into the house of God. The camera zips up the aisle, engulfing us in the radiance.] ##### # ####### ### / ###### / / ### ### #/ /# / / / ## ## ## / / / ## # ## ## / / ### ## ## ## ## ## ### ## /### /### ## /## ## ## ### ### ## / ### / / #### / ## / ### /### ## ### ### ## / ###/ ## ###/ ##/ ### / ### ## ### /## ## ## ## #### ## ## ## ## #/ /## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ## #/ ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ### # / # / ## ## ## ### ## ## ### / /## / ## ## /# /### ## ## ## #####/ / ########/ ### / ####/ ## / #### / ## ## ### / ##### ##/ ### ## ###/ ## ## | / \) / / / _ \ | __/ _| -_)(_-< -_) \ _|(_-< _| _| \___|___/\___|_| _|\__|___/ _)_)_) [That same light radiates around a new vision as Disturbed's "Prayer" rumbles through. That of Matthew Reason, arms spread-eagle and fists clinched, with the IWF/WOW World Championship laced around his waist.] # Another dream that will never come true # Just to compliment your sorrow [The light remains, casting several more illuminated, nearly blinding images. "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy falls to his knees and reaches out to us, his face mangled by desperation.] # Another life that I've taken from you # A gift to add on to your pain and suffering ["Epic" Eric Travers flashes onto the screen, holding the EWA Heavyweight Championship overhead with both hands.] # Another truth you can never believe # Has crippled you completely [Steve Spector stands calmly with his head slumped, arms at his sides, staring down across his right shoulder. He closes his fists and buries a gaze in them.] # All the cries you're beginning to hear # Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening [Razor Ron Jeremy, Justin Arcola, and Cooper Concrete stand together. Each one looks his teammates over when their eyes are away.] # LET ME ENLIGHTEN YOU # THIS IS THE WAY I PRAY [The Cartel appear. Caleb Temple, standing slightly behind the Dark Destroyer and Hellshock, places his hands on their shoulders.] # LIVING JUST ISN'T HARD ENOUGH # BURN ME ALIVE INSIDE # LIVING MY LIFE'S NOT HARD ENOUGH # TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY ["Suicidal" Nate McMannis titls his head up, looking slightly over his shoulder at Maverick.] # Another nightmare about to come true # Will manifest tomorrow [Super Scott turns to the side, revealing Johnny "Cool" Coles on his back. He drops down and tugs twice (like a b-ball playa) at his "I Made You" t-shirt.] # Another love that I've taken from you # Lost in time, on the edge of suffering [A dumpster appears, with severel obvious weapons protruding from the top. Emerging from inside is "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka wearing the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Championship and twirling his "Broomstick of Unimaginable Pain".] # Another taste of the evil I breed # Will level you completely [The light dims briefly, and all we make out is the obscure silhouette of Trevor Storm.] # Bring to life everything that you fear # Live in the dark, and the world is threatening [Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines drenches himself with wood grain, then tilts his head back and opens his mouth wide.] # LET ME ENLIGHTEN YOU # THIS IS THE WAY I PRAY ["Dreamlover" Trey Porter struts toward the camera, between the two legs of a ladder.] # LIVING JUST ISN'T HARD ENOUGH # BURN ME ALIVE INSIDE # LIVING MY LIFE'S NOT HARD ENOUGH # TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY [We enter the First Union Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, coated with a cathedral ambience. Two collosal stained glass structures flank the I-Sore. One depicting an "E", the other an "I". The ring ropes are white, each connected by a black turnbuckle. The canvas is also pure white, sure to be crimson stained before the night has drawn to a close. The skirt of the ring is sheer, reflecting silver with the "Egos & Icons" logo on two sides, the "I- Slash" emblem on the remaining two. The tunnel from which the wrestlers will emerge takes the hollow shape of a crucifix.] _____) _____ / /) (, / )__ _ ___ _ _ __ _(/ / _ _____ _ / (_/_(_) /_)_ (_(_/ (_(_(_ ___/__(__(_) / (_/_)_ _____) .-/ (__ / (_/ ______ _ (, / ) / / / / _ / /___ /_(_(_(_/_ / (_/___ / .-/ / (_/ [Francine stands in the center of the First Union Center, beaming from ear to ear. She wears a classy, glittering white dress hemmed just above her knees with spaghetti straps.] FRANCINE: PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA ... [HOMETOWN POP!!!] FRANCINE: ... welcome to day one of __ EGOS AND ICONS __ !! [Sitting in their customary position behind the arched broadcast booth in a slant of the hexagonal chain link fence are I-Slash play-by-play analysts, Owen Ambrose and Cordell Crane. Owen wears a traditional tuxedo with his blonde hair neatly trimmed for the occassion. Cordell wears a silver suit and undershirt, with a slightly lighter silver tie.] OA: Now is the time we must band together, ladies and gentlemen! Now is the time that, no matter what your faith, we all need to believe in _something_! THIS is Egos and Icons, and it will either be a declaration of perseverence and prosperity ... [Owen's valiant tone lapses.] OA: .. or a eulogy for one of the most remarkable and celebrated extistences in all of wrestling. The I-Slash fights for it's LIFE in the next three days! CC: Fine, I'll introduce _myself_, even though I really don't require an introduction. I'm Cordell Crane, folks, and I'll see you all in a couple of weeks on EWA Sunday Night Rare! OA: Haven't you the slightest bit of pride or dignity? The I-Slash has been our haven for nearly a year now and you're already sniffing Rick Baptist's ass! CC: I've still got to set my table just like any other working man, Ambrose. If it's any consolation though, it _was_ a pleasure working with you. OA: You keep talking like that and the only empty seat in the Mayhem Arena may be YOURS! CC: You talk as if I'm not irreplacable. OA: They could install a phone booth next to me and nothing would change, Crane. You phone in it every week anyway. CC: That's it. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Get up. Get out. OA: I'm not going anywhere just yet, and neither is the I-Slash. I'll tell you who else isn't packing anytime soon. That's Eric Travers, Steve Spector, Matthew Reason, and Paul Kiljoy! Those four men arrived EARLY today and rest assured they'll be the last to leave. Tonight we find out which two of them will meet on day three in the Unified World Title match! CC: I may not have a Christmas card made out for each one of them, but I couldn't hand select a finer group of men to join the two legacies in matrimony. Whichever one of them walks out on day three with the Unified World Championship is going to be the alpha male under _any_ banner. OA: Indeed, the EWA and I-Slash titles will be decided tonight. All that, plus-- "OH, I'M SORRY! DID I BREAK YO' CONCENTRATION?" [LOVE TO HATE HIM POP!!] OA: Hold the phone! Brian Nelson's about to make one of his LAST appearances on I-Slash television! ["Misorlou" spills over the PA as the crowd collectively leaves their seats.] CC: I couldn't think of a better way to kick it off! [Nelson saunters from the channel beneath the I-Sore wearing a three piece suit under a black overcoat. He ambles down the aisle with a rather subdued disposition, neither acknowleding or condescending the fans.] OA: He doesn't look to be in very high spirits, Crane. CC: Well, he can see the chips clearly beginning to fall from the supposedly impervious new coat he put on the I-Slash. Everything he's worked for is deteriorating before his eyes. [Nelson climbs into the ring, scooping a mic off the canvas.] NELSON: First of all, I just want to thank you all for being here tonight, for both your thirst for unparalleled entertainment and your show support. [POP!! That's the Nelson we use to love!] NELSON: I know that over the past few months I haven't endeared myself to many of you, and many of my employees, but I just want to use one of my last remaining appearances on I-Slash television to let you all know how appreciated and cherished you really are. [POP!!] OA: Good form! It sounds like Brian Nelson is FINALLY realizing what's important. NELSON: However, I won't use any of these final appearances to take much of your time. I come before tonight concerning matters of the I-Slash. Specifically, the Judgement Day Rumble, and the ramifications of the preview rumble that took place on the last Graphic Nature. Footage, please? [As the lights dim, attention shifts to the I-Sore. LET US TAKE YOU BACK!] << << << CC: THAT WOMAN IS _SIERRA HAYES_! AND THAT MA-- NO! THAT _BEAST_! THAT'S-- OA: GOD ALMIGHTY, THAT'S __ BAD EYE McBAINE __ !!! [The crowd now BEGS Gunnar to turn around. Sierra winks and blows a kiss over his shoulder. And wouldn't you know it? Gunnar turns to see where it went.] "UUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: HOLY GOD!!! McBAINE ALMOST SEVERED HIS HEAD WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!!! [McBaine's full blown rush crawls to a stop near the ropes, right in Sierra's face. She gently strokes his stubbly cheek. McBaine snaps his head around and lumbers back toward Gaines.] OA: McBAINE IS THE MYSTERY ENTRANT!! HE'S HERE _TONIGHT_, HE'LL BE IN THE JUDGEMENT DAY RUMBLE, BUT BY GOD, GUNNAR GAINES IS IN HIS WAY!! [McBaine hoists the already exhausted Gaines across his shoulders.] CC: HERE IT COMES!! "____ BOOOOOOM!!!! ____" [_MEGA_ FINISHER POP!!!] CC: ____ BLIND VALLEY DRIVER ____ !!! [And damned if it aint academic now. McBaine takes his sweet time as the crowd is STILL reeling over his presence. He pries Gunnar up with both hands around his neck, scoops him over his shoulder, and walks him casually toward Sierra.] OA: NO! IT CAN'T HAPPEN LIKE THIS! DON'T LET IT! [He never takes his eyes off her as he flinches his shoulder, propelling Gunnar over the top rope and to the floor.] DING! DING! DING! OA: DAMMIT! THIS ISN'T RIGHT! << << << OA: There's a moment we won't soon forget. I _never_ imagined seeing Bad Eye McBaine in the I-Slash. CC: I never imagined seeing Gunnar Gaines get manhandled like that. [Lights rise. Nelson looks tense about what he's got to say.] NELSON: There you have it. Bad Eye McBaine, your winner of the preview rumble. That's etched in stone. I couldn't change _that_, even if I felt compelled to do so. What I _can_ change, however, is something that I'm legally bound to do so. The fact is, in the haste of myself and many others to comply with Ms. Hayes and Mr. McBaine's desire to enter the preview rumble, we never received a contractual obligation from either one. OA: We've heard the rumors, but that makes it fact! Bad Eye McBaine is NOT under I-Slash contract! CC: Oh no, do you realize what that means? OA: I think Nelson is about to clue us in. NELSON: Therefore, I cannot legally grant Mr. McBaine the number fifteen through thirty draw the winner of that rumble was entitled too. [POP!!] CC: Indian giver! That's garbage! TOTALLY unjust! OA: It sounds like he can't do anything about it. NELSON: Further more, it's my duty to inform you here and now that the draw will now go to the last man in the ring with Bad Eye. Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines! [BIGGER POP!!!] OA: That's BIG NEWS, folks, and it could change the entire structure of the Judgement Day Rumble! Gunnar enters the hunt for the Unified World Title with a HUGE advantage now! NELSON: I hope that's okay with all of you. [HELL YEAH!!] NELSON: With immediate business conducted, it's time I made way for the action you all came to see. Once again, thank you a-- [The deep reverbrating tones of "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica prevent Nelson from finishing. His eyes swell as he aims them up the aisle.] #Where do I take this pain of mine #I run but it stays right by my side [The curtain to the back is slowly pulled to one side by a small, black finger nailed hand as seconds later the heavily tattooed and petite frame of the raven haired, psychopathic beauty known to the wrestling world as Sierra Hayes steps out into the isle.] [HOT BITCH POP!!!} [After a few moments, Sierraβs chest inhales deeply causing her pert breast to stretch out the black leather tube top, scarcely concealing them. The rest of her is covered in skin tight blue jeans, a pair of black high heeled boots and quite the scowl on her face.] OA: It seems that Brian Nelson is about to joined by Sierra Hayes, and she doesn't look too happy. CC: Well, would YOU be? Winning the preview rumble and THEN having it stolen from them! Nelson is BARELY LUCKY that McBaine isn't out here with her! [As if almost on cue, the hardcore monster himself steps out right behind the pissed off vixen. "Bad Eye" McBaine, clothed in a trenchcoat, black tank top, worn jeans and numerous scars painting his massive around. The six foot six, three hundred pound monster's stubbly face is partially hidden behind a set of stringy, jet black vines of matted hair. What you can make out however is that there is no smile on his face either.] CC: Now let's see if Nelson wants to tell them to their face that Gaines is the REAL winner! [The duo slowly but surely makes their way down the isle, their eyes never leaving the nervous president in the ring. About half way to the ring, McBaine produces a microphone from his trenchcoat pocket. Sierra holds out her palm, as McBaine tenderly places it into her hand. She leisurely brings it to her lips as she attempts to force a smile.] SH: Brian, Brian, Brian, I think we must have some sort of miscommunication happening here. For a second, my baby and I THOUGHT you might have said something about some redneck hillbilly being declared the winner of the preview rumble. [Sierra presses her index finger against her bottom lip with a slightly confused look on her face.] SH: Which wouldn't make any sense since the WINNER of that rumble competition was the LAST MAN STANDING in the ring... and not the laid out BITCH that came in SECOND PLACE! [HEEL POP!] SH: So why don't you tell my baby to his face, exactly what bull[BEEP] you are TRYING to pull here! [Nelson takes a deep breath and takes a step closer to the ropes.] NELSON: Ms. Hayes, I can understand the discomfort that Mr. McBaine and yourself are probably feelin-- SH: YOU DON'T KNOW FU[BEEP]--ING [BEEP]!!!! [CENSOR POP!!!!] [A violent rage flies over Sierra's face for a quick moment and within seconds disappears from her as she attempts to breath normally. She slowly starts to shake her head in shame.] SH: Brian, you and all your I-Slash boys have been chasing my baby and I for months upon months, upon months. And we BOTH know the only reason for us deciding to grace this craphole of a federation· And it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with keeping CHICKEN-[BEEP] suits like yourself happy! [HEEL POP!] [Nelson's jaw tightens, obviously taking exception to something that was said.] NELSON: So WHY are you here, then? [A smirk comes to Sierra face at the question. Meanwhile about 7 security guards have now surrounded the two in the isle.] SH: The reason why we are here is a simple one. The Unified Title. And if you're not on our side to help accomplish that, dear Brian ... Then you are in our way. [Sierra turns to McBaine, who hasn't moved an inch, and hands him the microphone.] McB: Brian ... Let it never be said that I am not a man that cannot understand the pressures that a person like yourself must go through. Being a puppet to the masses and those that sign your check, never being able to make a decision that is your own. I feel for the prison you live in, Brian. [McBaine takes a step forward causing all the security guards to pile in front of the two.] McB: But I am here for you Brian. I will offer you the key to fight yourself out of the prison you have placed yourself in ... all you must do ... Is give me what I want. [Nelson takes a deep breath and looks out to the crowd almost as if looking for an answer.] NELSON: Mr. McBaine, I'm sorry, but my hands are tied. You were not under contract ... so I can't give yo-- "THUD!!" [McBaine's microphone lands barely half a foot away from Nelson, causing him to jump back. McBaine DIVES into the sea of security trying to fight his way into the ring.] OA: McBAINE IS GOING FOR NELSON!!!! HE'S TRYING TO FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH ALL THE SECURITY!!! CC: TRYING?!?!?! HE'S DOING IT!! [One guard pounces on McBaine's back!] OA: ONE'S TRYING TO PUT McBAINE IN A SLEEPER!! CC: _IDIOT_! THERE'S NO REST FOR THE WICKED! "THUD!!!" [With one quick swoop, McBaine flips the guard off of his back and splatters him on the concrete in front of him. Another guard holding on to McBaine arm is tossed into the chain link guardrail.] "CLANK!!!" OA: McBaine is MANHANDLING our security guards like RAG-DOLLS!! CC: LOOK IN THE RING!! [Nelson has backed himself away from the ropes, merely watching the chaos in the isle in front of him without him noticing that Sierra has made her way into the ring and stands right behind him.] OA: Those guards are BARELY keeping McBaine busy, but Nelson has no clue that Sierra Hayes is in the ring with him!! [Sierra taps him on the shoulder and before he can even turn around grabs him by the collar, frantically clawing at his face!] OA: SIERRA IS ATTACKING NELSON!!! SIERRA IS ATTACKING NELSON!!! CC: LOOK AT THAT PSYCHO BITCH GO!!! [Suddenly more security pour out from the back and jump into the fray. A few hit the ring directly and drag Sierra, kicking and pulling off of Nelson.] OA: Finally Nelson is free! CC: And look at that coward book it outta dodge!! He's running from a CHICK!!! OA: Wouldn't you if you were in the ring with that!!?!?!? CC: No comment! "CLANK!!" OA: GOOD LORD!! McBaine is STILL throwing all the security around!! CC: He's NOT stopping ANYTIME soon!!! OA: We need to cut from this! Just cut!!! [We fade backstage to the locker room of Steve Spector. Spector and Anthony Edwards are sitting down on a bench, and Edwards looks like he's about ready to interview the challenger for tonight's EWA Heavyweight title match.] AE: I'm here backstage with Steve Spector.. Steve, in just a few moments, you're going to face off with Eric Travers for the EWA World Heavyweight Title.. [Spector turns towards Edwards and nods his head.] AE: I see you're going old-school with your gear tonight as well.. [We see that Spector's wearing the gear he had when he first started out in the wrestling business, a pair of blue wrestling tights with a dragon design in white running down his leg. He's also wearing plain white boots.] SS: Even brought back my original entrance.. that I did. [Edwards nods his head.] AE: Any reason why? [Spector narrows his eyes at Edwards.] SS: What's wrong with goin' a bit old school for the show, Anthony? I figure... ya know.. I wanna go back to the ol' EWA mindset for tonight's match.. it's only fitting, that's all. AE: Well.. yea.. anyway.. I remember when you first came here that you didn't think much of the fact that the EWA Championship was revived.. and you wanted to win the title just to retire it. SS: That's right. AE: Now.. you're going to get a chance to retire the EWA Title if you can beat Travers. I had figured, however, after you failed in your first attempt to win the title, that you'd be busy elsewhere.. but here you are, back in the hunt for the title. SS: Well, Anthony.. lemme put it this way.. I never really wanted to waver from my plans. I felt bad that the EWA was tryin' to impose itself upon the I-Slash, and I wanted to win the title and retire it before things got too far. I had a lot of fond memories of the place.. but I never got my shot at the title back then. The EWA revolved around guys like Gunnar Gaines, Trey Porter, Dark Destroyer, Alex Adams, Super Scott, Caleb Temple.. the names go on and on.. A lot of people consider me a legend in this business but nobody thought of me when they thought of the EWA. [Edwards nods his head.] SS: That was fine.. I was a fresh faced kid gettin' my feet wet in the business, and the EWA gave me the opportunity to make a name for myself.. still.. a shot at the title wouldn't have hurt, ya know? I finally got my first shot.. in another federation, the I-Slash.. many years after the EWA closed up shop.. and I failed. I failed against a guy that decided to show up halfway through the match.. AE: That three way iron man match.. SS: Me and Mack had the head start.. and we both ended up losing. It didn't sit that well with me.. I just couldn't stay back and feel ashamed that I had lost to a guy not at 100% that came in halfway through the friggin' match.. So.. I decided that I wasn't too happy with my performance that night.. and sought out another chance, even though Caleb Temple wanted to do the same thing I did. I wanted him to do it over my dead body.. but it never really came to be. [Spector shrugs.] SS: In other words.. I wanted another chance at that belt.. and I got it. Rest assured, Anthony.. I will not fail again. Travers does not represent the EWA.. Travers has no idea the history behind that belt.. and for that matter.. the EWA.. that will hopefully be retired after Egos & Icons is through. The EWA.. is mine.. and mine alone to bury once and for all. It's the past... and it should stay in the past. AE: Well.. if you do beat Travers tonight.. you get to face off against Matthew Reason or Paul Kiljoy to unify the EWA and the I-Slash Heavyweight championships.. [Spector nods his head.] AE: Do you think that it'll be EWA vs. I-Slash in that match? [Spector shakes his head.] SS: No.. it'll be Steve Spector vs. either Matthew Reason or Paul Kiljoy. I have no interest in being a flag bearer for the EWA in that match.. I just have an interest in winning the match and becoming the unified World Heavyweight champion. I want that chance to unify the titles, Edwards.. I don't want to go through a battle royal or Rumble or whatever you want to call it.. I hate battle royals. Like I said earlier.. the EWA is not Travers to retire. It's mine.. AE: Well.. you do realize that.. based on Day 2.. that it might not be the I-Slash World Heavyweight title that you'll be fighting for. The winner take all match will determine the future of this company. Do you have any thoughts at all on how that might affect your mindset going into tonights match, or if you win tonight.. how it'll be going into Day 3? [Spector bites his lip.] SS: I'm not really thinking too much about the winner take all match tonight, Anthony. I'm curious about how that match is gonna affect the company.. but it's not the first thing on my mind. But if you really need an answer... I hope the I-Slash wins. [Edwards nods his head.] SS: The EWA, like I said earlier.. it gave me a ton of memories and helped me get the confidence I needed to go far in this business.. but the days of the EWA are over. Besides.. the three men picked to represent the EWA.. I don't know what'll happen if they win.. but I have a funny feeling that I'm not going to like it. But no matter what happens.. in the end I'm gonna have to learn with it. AE: Well, Steve.. we're out of time.. and the best of luck to you tonight. SS: Thanks, Anthony.. I'll try my best to win tonight.. and I'll try to come out of Egos and Icons the Unified champion.. See you in the ring. [Fade.] ooo==================ooo==================ooo ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Tripp Shade & Sex Appeal vs. Travis Cade, Chad Allen, & Chris Gotham ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The opening six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! [POP!] ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ## [The primal yells and driving guitars of Alice in Chains "Them Bones" could only mean one thing: Tripp Shade has arrived!] FRANCINE: Introducing first Š accompanied to the ring by Chris Gotham Š hailing from North Bay, Ontario Š standing 6 feet 1 inch and weighing in at 230 pounds Š ## I BELIEVE ## ## THEM BONES ARE ME## ## SOME SAY ## ## WE'RE BORN INTO THE GRAVE ## ## I FEEL SO ALONE## ## GONNA END UP## ## A BIG OL' PILE OF ## ## THEM BONES ## T R I P P S H A D E ! ! ! [Tripp stalks down to ringside, completely blowing off the crowd. He rolls into the ring and threatens the referee, as "Them Bones" continues...] FRANCINE: His partners Š ["Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing" By Chris Isaak blazes over the PA system like a rocket. Francine is handed a note, which she reads off of.] FRANCINE: Š hailing from South Loredo, Texas Š weighing in at combined weight of 475 pounds ... they are the _sultans of swank_ ... _the kings of stings_?? ... "SEXECUTIONER" MARTY "GANGASTAH OF LOVE" POWELL! "FLEX APPEAL" SHANE LUCAS! S E X A P P E A L ! ! ! [Through the curtains come the dynamic duo! Powell first, all 6'0 and 220 pounds of him! He's got on a pair of "psychedelic" tights, w/ white wrestling boots. His long blond hair hanging over his shoulders. He raises his arms, hopping down the aisle towards the ring. Lucas, dressed in plain white wrestling tights, and white boots, medium length blond hair. He follows behind, yelling at the fans to shut up and stop boo'ing. They enter the ring and chaos ensues. Well...not really. If chaos involves them getting prepped for the match, then yes, chaos. But in this case, nothing more.] FRANCINE: And their opponents Š #Yeah I'm your toy... ....20th Century Boy!# [Drain STH's "20th Century Boy", already in full gear, kicks over the PA as Travis Cade emerges from the back. Pausing at the entrance way he hops in place, rolling his neck, his gaze never leaving the Super Friends, more specifically Tripp Shade.] **COMMENTATOR BANTER** FRANCINE: Š hailing from Columbus, Ohio Š standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 232 pounds Š "T H E N A T U R A L" T R A V I S C A D E ! ! ! [POP!] [Slapping his face several times, Cade makes quick time to the ring, heading straight in, sliding under the bottom, the ring clearing as he goes quickly after the trio.] **COMMENTATOR BANTER** [Cade is dressed in a blue singlet with white trim and stars in a line down each leg. His knee pads have large white stars on them, his boots red, white and blue, one elbow covered in a pad, his wrists wrapped in layered colors of the same fashion. Cade is an athlete with few peers. Lean and thickly muscular with surprising agility and speed. His neck is thick from years of wrestling, his grip iron, his legs every bit the proverbial tree trunks. Cade is young looking, handsome and clean shaven with short brown hair and sharp green eyes. He has no tattoes or discernable scars.] FRANCINE: His partner Š [The screeching guitars of "A NEW LEVEL" By Pantera kicks in as the old clown paint of Chad Allen comes onto the screen and begins to melt away like candle wax... Until the music stops. The face paint slowly begins to reform as it becomes whole again, the sounds of laughter fill the arena as we fade to backstage, where we see the back of Chad Allen. His shoulders can be seen moving up and down as he laughs.] JCA: Ladies and Gentlemen, the part of Chad Allen today has been taken over, BY ME! [Chad turns to show he is wearing his old clown paint, complete with huge painted grin. He laughs a bit as he continues] JCA: Super Friends, you needed a Super Villain? HERE I AM!! I hope you are wearing your Super Diapers, because when I am done with all of you, you will be nothing more than blood, sweat, and ST stains on the mat!! No more Mr. Nice Guy kiddies, only the Big Nasty Clown, and you know that I always have THE LAST LAUGH!!! [Jester holds up a barbed wire wrapped kendo stick as "WE DON'T DIE" by Twiztid fires up, some of the fans of Hardcore cheering as The Clown Prince of Pain makes his way quickly down to the ring, face painted, wearing black baggy pants with purple barbed wire designs up the legs. His chest is bare with scars and tattoos of all sorts as he carries the kendo stick with him. He slides into the ring, chasing off anyone inside of it as he holds the kendo stick high into the air, but quickly tossing it to the side and taunting anyone to come into the ring with him. Jester passes the mic to Cade. Cade moves back to the center of the ring, facing the entirety of the Super Friends.] CADE: We thought long and hard about who we should have as a partner... [Jester nods and laughs a bit.] CADE: We thought and we thought and we thought. We looked around... we talked to people... we asked others who we should take and then it occured to us. The perfect partner! The partner for our team is... [Anticipation!] ....tell them Jester. [The Wicked Clown lets out an evil laugh as he looks at all of his opponents, standing in anticipation.] JESTER: We had to find someone who knew you better than you know yourselves, who knew your weaknesses AND strengths. And who else better than another SuperFriend, CHRIS GOTHAM!! [Jester laughs and tosses down the mic...and here it comes! The famous Powell rage! Fists clenched tight, his face molds itself into a scowl. They all look like they've been shot in the feet, none too happy. Powell looks at Shade, who looks back and Powell, before both men look at Gotham. Lucas stands behind them all, pointing in the ring, shaking his other fist in the air.] POWELL: Oh that's just _great_!!! That's just hunky dory!!! Want to pick my grandmother while you're at it?!?!? HUH?!?! DO YOU?!?!? [All frumpy. Powell tries to calm himself, to no avail.] POWELL: God frickin' darnnit! God frickin' _darnnit_! Batman never fought Superman. Robin _never_ fought Aquaman. What kind of Superfriends would we be if we _fought_ each other?! What the hell is this world _coming to_?! When two mature adults, like Cade and Allen go and make us fight our own partner. [Powell points at Cade and Allen. He then walks over to Tripp and pats him on the shoulder.] POWELL: I mean think about this bro men, you mine as well get this over with...us having Tripp Shade and all. Even with Chris, you don't stand a chance. He's a FORMER WORLD CHAMPION for cryin' out loud, bro man! Trip'll rip your heads off and roll them like bowling balls at your feet to knock you down. Trip'd tear your feet off, then rip your arms off, and switch the damned parts. He's _crazy_. Hell, ask your own "partner", my bro man, Chris! [Gotham acknowledges the statement, looking at Shade, who's snarling, filling Gotham's heart with terror. Gotham looks away, nodding up and down in agreement.] POWELL: Bro men, I mean what the expletive...that's right..._expletive_...do you think is gonna happen? You think you're going to _win_?! [Powell, Shade, Lucas...and even Gotham, double over with laughter, not making the duo in the ring any happier.] LUCAS: [subduing his laughter] Oh, _that's_ precious! Them beating Tripp Shade... [He can't control even the thought of that, more laughter from the group, Powell, tears rolling down his face from laughing so hard, it's an eye condition dammit!] POWELL: Bro men, ya know what, this could be pretty funny. You got yourself a match. And he'll, you want Chris...I'm sure he'd be _moooorrreee_ than happy to help you buffoon's out, right bro man? GOTHAM: [still chuckling] Oh _more_ than happy to oblidge. OA: Oh my Lord, they've picked Chris Gotham, and they've been accomodated! [Gotham takes his position in the corner, but one thing he doesn't take is this whole thing very seriously.] CC: What the hell are they thinking? OA: Maybe they want Gotham where they can see him. DING! DING! OA: Looks like we're gonna start off with Chad Allen and Tripp Shade. [Travis Cade yells from the corner, practically begging to be tagged in.] OA: Cade wants Shade! [Jester smiles and slaps his partner on the arm.] [POP!] OA: Travis Cade is finally gonna. . . "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: That son of a. . . CC: HA! Tripp tagged out! [Marty Powell enters the ring.] OA: What a coward! CC: What a genius! OA: Textbook lockup. Side headlock by Powell. Cade with a go behind. Looks like he?s going for a German suplex. . .NO!!! Blocked! Stiff right hand to the back of Powell's neck! He wants that German! CC: Who doesn't want a German? They give the best Blowjo. . OA: TIGER SUPLEX!!! He wanted the German Suplex, but settled for the Tiger. Cade isn?t letting go. . .. . .CATTLE MUTILATION!!! Double arm bar with the bridge!! He calls it the CavalCade. CC: I call it painful. Ouch! [Shane Lucas tries to enter the ring, to help out his tag partner, but the ref is quick to stop him. On the other side of the ring, while the Referee is preoccupied, Chris Gotham rolls in and gives a well placed kick to Cade?s ribs. The Natural breaks the hold.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: GOTHAM!!! DAMN THAT GOTHAM!!! [Powell rolls over, and makes a quick tag to Lucas.] OA: Both men in the ring, looks like their going for a double team move. [Double Dropkick!] CC: NICE! [Double nip up!] CC: NICER!!! {Double middle finger to Chad Allen.] CC: NICEST!! OA: Allen didn't like that!! He's trying to get his hands on these two punks!! Looks like his leg is caught on something. . . [Camera cuts to the apron, where Gotham is holding onto Jester?s right leg. ] OA: Gotham just pulled Allen off the apron and to the floor, cracking the former Jester's face off the apron! This is ridiculous! You might as well call this a 4 on 2 match! CC: Now you see why Allen and Cade are morons for picking Gotham? OA: Powell and Lucas are still in the ring!! Isn't there a 5 second rule anymore?!?! [Powell holds Cade as Lucas hits the ropes. . .] [POP!] OA: Cade ducked! Lucas just nailed his tag partner with lariot! Drop toe hold on Shane Lucas, into an Indian Deathlock. . . Powell charges toward Travis. . . BELLY TOP BELLY WITH THE INDIAN DEATHLOCK STILL APLLIED!! POWELL IS THROWN TO THE OUTSIDE!! CC: Lucas is screaming his head off! That had to be extremely painful having all that weight put on his ankle. [Cade rolls to the corner. . .] [POP!] OA: TAG TO CHAD ALLEN!!! [Lucas sees the former IC champ coming toward him. . .] "BOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: TAG TO TRIPP SHADE!! CC: Smart! Very very smart! Shade is as fresh as Irish Spring in this match. OA: Hard right hand by Shade! Another! The third is blocked and countered with a fist of his own. . . [COWARDLY HEEL HEAT!] CC: Picture perfect kick to Jester?s leg. OA; It was a kick to his balls. CC: Balls. . .leg. . whatever. I?m not the play by play guy. I?m just paid to sit here and look pretty. [Shade lifts up a shaken Allen. . .] OA: TIGER SUPLEX!!! CC: He's showing that twerp Cade that he has a meanier Suplay then him. OA: Suplay? CC: You heard me. OA: Shade is motioning to Gotham. . what are these two up to? [Shade irish whips Allen. . ] OA: Reversed! ["WHAT A MORON" POP!] OA: Chris Gotham pulled the rope down and sent his tag partner flying out of the ring! CC: What a miscommunication! OA: And Shade is tearing into his partner verbally. [Don't look now. . . Here comes the Clown!] OA: TOPE!!! HE JUST TOOK OUT BOTH GOTHAM AND SHADE!!!! [Chad Allen throws Shade back in the ring.] OA: JESTER JUST TAGGED INTO CADE!! [Shade scrambles to the corner and tags Marty Powell.] "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" OA: These fans want to see Cade get his hands on Tripp Shade, and I can't blame them! ["The Natural" Dustin Rh- I mean Travis Cade drops Powell with a sharp knee to the ribs. ] OA: SNAP SUPLEX!! Excellent form and finish! CC: Yeesh!! Could you suck up any more? OA: Ignoring you. Travis hits the ropes. . . [Shade cracks Cade on the back of the neck with a clothesline as he bounces off the ropes.] OA: Can this guy get any more cowardly? INSIDE CRADLE BY POWELL!! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! OA: Powell makes the quick tag to Lucas. Powell and Lucas are circling the dazed Cade. . . .SEXECUTION!!!!! NO!! Cade ducked it and those two morons cracked their legs against each other! [Both men double over in pain. . ] OA: TAG TO CHAD ALLEN!!! Clothesline to both members of Sex Appeal! DOUBLE DDT!!! Powell and Lucas got spiked! [Lucas rolls over toward Shade. The Spiteful Superstar grabs his stable mates hand and tags himself in. ] OA: Allen is egging him on!! He wants Shade to charge him!! [Shade charges.] [Tag.] CC: What the. . .?!!? OA: Allen just tagged Gotham into the match!! [Gotham's face is priceless. He looks totally shocked. He looks like he wants no part of this. . ] [POP!] OA: Allen just brought Gotham in head first!! [Chad rolls out and signals for Cade to leave the apron.] OA: Gotham is in the ring high and dry! [Shade grins and motions Gotham to lie on the mat.] OA: Gotham is shaking his head no! "SLAAAAAPP!!" OA: Shade just popped Gotham right in the face! [Shade points to the mat again and screams for his tag partner to take a dive. Gotham shakes his head again.] "SLAAAAAPP!!" CC: Another paintbrush to the face! [Practically, foaming at the mouth; Shade tells Gotham one more time to lay down.] OA: GOTHAM IS STILL SAYING NO!!! HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE THE GUY WHO LEAVES E AND I WILL A PIN LOSS! [POP!] OA: GOTHAM BLOCKED THE THIRD RIGHT HAND!! [FACE POP!] OA: AND COUNTERS WITH ONE OF HIS OWN! Here comes Sex Appeal! Here comes Jester and Cade! [MASSIVE POP!] OA: All six men are brawling in the ring! The ref has lost total control of this match! Cade with Lucas! Powell with Jester! Shade with his former tag partner Chris Gotham!! [Shade lands a well placed boot to Gotham?s ribs. He lifts him up. . ] OA: CRITICAL IMPACT!!! TRIPP SHADE JUST LAYED OUT HIS. . .I?M GUESSING FORMER TAG PARTNER!!! [?UPCOMING VIOLENCE? POP!!!] CC: Look at Allen! Look what he?s holding!! [A BIG FUCKING KENDO STICK!!!] "KRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!" OA: POWELL GETS CANED!!! "KRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!" [pause.] "KRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!" [pause.] "KRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!" OA: ALLEN HAS BUSTED MARTY POWELL WIDE OPEN!!! [Powell flies over the top rope and lands on the floor. Meanwhile, Shane Lucas is hoisting up Cade for a superplex in the corner.] "KRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!" "SNAP!!!" SO: Jester just saved his partner with a well placed cane shot Lucas?s ribs. CC: He broke that cane over that poor kids back!! [Jester throws down the broken weapon and climbs the tuirnbuckle. . ] CC: What now?!?!? ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ OA: SECOND ROPE LAST LAUGH ON LUCAS!!! CC: WHOLLY CRAP!!! [Jester rolls out of the ring and immediately starts trading punches with Marty Powell. Lucas lies on the edge of the apron, not moving.] OA: SHADE AND CADE ARE IN THE RING TOGETHER!! FINALLY!! [Cade rushes Trip.] OA: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY TRIPP SHADE!!! ONE!! TWO!! THR----NO!!! [POP!] OA: Armdrag by Shade! Cade bounces back up! Ducks the clothesline! GERMAN SUPLEX BY TRAVIS CADE!! LOOK AT THAT BRIDGE!!! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! [Cade holds on and rolls over. . . .] OA: ANOTHER GERMAN!!! CC: ANOTHER BRIDGE!! ONE!! TWO!! [Can he do it, this time?] ANOTHER KICKOUT!! OA: What are these two men gonna have to do to pin each other!?!? [Cade rolls through a third time, still holding onto Tripp's waist.] OA: A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX!!! [Cade bridges on his tip toes.] ONE!! [Shade struggles to get his shoulders up] TWO!! [Cade's face is beet red as he hold his bridge.] THREE!! CC: NO!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: YES!!! [MASSIVE CROWD POP!] OA: It took three attempts at a german suplex, but Travis Cade finally. . FINALLY pinned Tripp Shade! FRANCINE: Here are your winners Š [Drain STH's "20th Century Boy" plays.] C H R I S G O T H A M "J E S T E R" C H A D A L L E N and "T H E N A T U R A L" T R A V I S C A D E ! ! ! OA: What a show! We-wait, Ladies and gentlemen, Trevor Storm is in the building! Something's happening in the back, not sure - [The camera quickly cuts off of Owen and Cordell's ugly faces, and suddenly we're in the back. The picture is angled towards the ground, showing a pair of walking boots coming directly for the camera. As the picture tilts upwards, the face of our mystery man is met with the expected.... [GET ON YOUR FEET!!! POP!] [Trevor Storm walks with a purpose. Each boot step seemingly planned, each one noted, and each one put exactly where it's meant to go. Storm quickly darts past the camera, slapping shoulders with the cameraman.] TREVOR STORM: Watch it, you f*ck. [The camera quickly turns, watching Storm as he briskly makes his way down the hallway, but he stops. He stops and turns...a slow, menacing turn. His hair, hiding most of his face finally meets the camera.] TREVOR STORM: On second thought, maybe you should follow me with that thing. [Storm doesn't give any more insight, he just turns and keeps on trucking. The cameraman reluctantly follows.] OA: Storm looks different tonight, Cordell. Did you hear the way he talked? The way he looked into the camera? CC: Yeah, I have to say I kinna liked it. [Storm stops in the middle of the hallway, and lets his neck slowly roll to the left, looking at a door centered inbetween white concrete. He smiles to himself, a sinister twisted grin. Storm's hand shoots up, motioning the camera to get closer. As expected, the cameraman takes a couple of awkward steps bouncing the camera as he gets closer to Storm.] OA: Which locker room is he at? CC: Do you really have to ask? [The door Storm's stopped at is entitled "HEAVY MENTAL" Dave Pietka. Storm throws his hair back, and without hesitation his boot shakes the foundation of the door, and sends it into a heap on the floor. A woman's shriek comes from inside the room, and with that, Storm vanishes into the locker room.] [MEGA-BAD-GOOD GUY POP!!!!] [The cameraman readjusts his position just inside the door right in time for us to see the monster Candress get speared through a table holding a fruit and vegetable platter and some cool beverages. Storm quickly makes it to his feet, Ms. DeMasters bolts for the corner of the room screaming...] OA: Dave Pietka isn't in the room!!! CC: Storm knew it too. He didn't come to discuss the match, he came back for revenge, Owen. [DeMasters slides down the wall in the corner, her hands cupped over her mouth, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. At the same time, the big man Candress is getting placed in the cross-airs of a folded steel chair. Storm lurks over the big man, wipes the hair from his face and with a final sadistic ear-to-ear smile, Storm brings the chair crashing down on Candress' head. The sickening thump is met with DeMasters' terrified screams.] OA: This is gonna be a double homicide, Cordell. And _RIGHT_ before the big match! [Storm doesn't hesitate, he brings the chair up again, and lands a second shot in the corner of Candress' right eye. Blood spews out, and the man's eyes go cloudy and he slumps ever closer to the floor. Storm lets out a laugh, closer to a bellow, one you'd expect Satan to make as he casually opens the gates of Hell letting in the new occupants. The laugh fades into an echo and Storm takes it as a cue to bring the chair down one final time..smashing Candress' head against the concrete floor.] OA: My...(whispering)...God... CC: He's a MONSTER OWEN! He's _ALWAYS_ gonna be a monster! [Storm kneels down on one knee, and in a modern American ritual, he slides his hands over Candress' eyes closing them. (the man's unconcious...not dead.) Storm takes his index finger and draws it violently across the bloody brow of Candress.] OA: What in God's name is he doing!?! [Storm raises to his feet and takes the blood stained finger to his right cheek, and then to his left cheek...leaving two crimson marks down each side of his face......warpaint.] CC: Oh man, this is fuc-...I mean, this is sick. [As soon as the blood is soaked into Storm's skin, he turns immediately towards DeMasters...her petite little body hunkered in the corner...her eyes filled with terror.] TREVOR STORM: Hi there...darling. Hope you guess my name.... MS. DeMASTERS: (muffled and close to a whisper)W-w-w-what....? TREVOR STORM: Just a classical reference. [With that Storm charges the woman, pinning her into the corner. She screams and closes her eyes, trying to get closer to the wall, but if she were any closer she'd be in the wall...Phily Experiment style!] TREVOR STORM: Stand up...c*nt! [DeMasters shivers more, but she doesn't budge.] TREVOR STORM: I said _STAND!!_ _UP!!_ [Having only fear to power her, DeMasters slowly slides up the wall...all her make-up running from the tears that's pouring out of her eyes. Storm throws out his hands pinning her even more, between each of his powerful arms.] TREVOR STORM: Was that so hard? [She begins to speak, but before she can hardly get her mouth open Storm slams his fist into the locker to her right, pulling the hundredth shriek from her vocal chords. Storm moves his face closer to hers, their lips only centimeters from each other.] TREVOR STORM: (Whispering)...did you have fun last week?...did you like watching me bleed? [Storm backs up and reaches into his back pocket pulling out a hammer and a stapler. The woman lets out a weak moan, trying not to scream again...Storm simply smiles as he notices her eyes meeting the goodies he's just brought from his back pocket.] TREVOR STORM: Oh, these? [Storm motions at his hands.] TREVOR STORM: These aren't for you, babe. [Storm throws the stapler and hammer at Candress. The tools richochet off of his stomach with zero feedback...the man's very out cold.] TREVOR STORM: This... [Storm pulls up a rolls of duct-tape with his left hand.] TREVOR STORM: ...is for you. [Storm looks over into the camera and smiles and then with a quick violent swipe he knocks the camera out of the cameraman's hands. The picture crashes to the floor, and now all we see is the bottom of Storm's loose fitting khakis, his black boots, the bottom of DeMasters' dress and her high-heels.] OA: What in GOD'S NAME!!! This has went to far! I'm sorry, I don't care who's the good guy here...that's a woman! [The camera doesn't move...but that doesn't matter. From above the picture of feet, a ripping sound comes, as if someone might be stretching out a long slab of duct-tape. A woman's scream...and then it's halted...not completely. Her screams continue, but they're broken, as if she's just had a layer of silver duct-taping placed firmly across her mouth. And with that....] [Darkness.] .... .... .... .... .... .... [Camera goes back to Owen and Cordell sitting next to one another, each looking shocked.] OA: I don't know what to say.... [A silence over the audience.] CC: Storm certainly got his revenge for last week, Owen. And he waited for the best time to strike...the night that everything is supposed to go down. OA: WAIT! Dave Pietka's on his way to the locker-room! [The camera switches to the locker room once again. We immediately have a bluring picture of Heavy Mental Dave Pietka running through the backstage area...taking lefts around corners, colliding with fellow wrestlers and random suits, stopping and looking both directions then choosing one...heading down another long hall...another left, and a right...then he stops.] OA: He sees his locker-room, Cordell. That door, it looks like a car- crash. Is Storm still inside? CC: We're about to find out, and if he is...oh man, it's gonna get good. Might as well get the ref back there right now...it's ON! [Pietka slowly steps over the rubble in the hall and then stops, his eyes finally looking into the room. Dave Pietka stumbles inside, and the camera follows.] OA: Christ... [To the left is Candress, a bloody mess. A white sheet of paper dangles from his face, the paper nearly completely red from blood. To the right is DeMasters. Her mouth is taped shut, each arm is stretched to her sides and taped to the locker. Storm crucified her with duct-tape. DeMasters' eyes are wild with horror and shock, but it doesn't look like any physical harm was done to her.] CC: Man, this is a scene right out of some murder flick, Owen. OA: ........ [Pietka rips the tape off of DeMasters' arms and wrists and lets her do the rest herself. She sits down on a chair and her face goes right into her hands. Heavy Mental finally turns to the real accident...The Big Man Candress. As Pietka approaches, so does the camera. With sick realization, Pietka notices the sheet of paper stuck to Candress' face has been... OA: _STAPLED!!!_ A NOTE'S BEEN _STAPLED!!!_ to his face! [Pietka carefully takes it off unfolds it to read it's contents. As his eyes dart over the words, his expression becomes more and more psychotic. He drops the paper to the floor and turns and suddenly stops...written on top of the door-frame in now drying blood is a message. Pietka reads it.] FROM THE _OLD_ TREVOR STORM [POP!!!!] OA:What could that mean? [Pietka looks over at DeMasters, her head still buried in her hands, then he looks over at Candress...the big goon's a sick heap of dead weight. And with that, Pietka storms out of the room. Before the camera ends this session it creeps back over to where Candress lay, and where the note Pietka read now lay...the camera zooms in on the piece of paper and written in bold, simple letters... SEE YOU IN THE RING [Fade back to Owen and Cordell.] OA: Trevor Storm's only sent a message here, Cordell. CC: Hell of a message, though. OA: These two men don't have to wait much longer. Their match isn't that far away now....but can you believe Storm? And that note, saying it was from the _old?_ him? CC: We'll just have to wait and see, Owen. But things are certainly starting to pick up. ooo==================ooo==================ooo ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Vile Vince Viper vs. "No Worries" Rob Magnum ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! ["Who Do You Love" by George Thorogood and the Destroyers rips apart the silence. The music strikes a chord w/ the audience and they tear from their seats and pour into an echo of cheers that nearly chatter the roof off the building.] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Detroit, Michigan ... standing at 7 feet 1 inch and weighing in at 368 pounds ... "N O W O R R I E S" R O B M A G N U M ! ! ! [Magnum slides through the curtains, almost embarrassed by the flattery of his introduction. His in his wrestling attire, black spandex top w/ "NO WORRIES" scribbled on the front in gold cursive and black leather pants. Black boots round out his outfit and he rolls down to ringside, running his finger tips through his trademark goatee. His long brown hair hangs back in a ponytail over his shoulders. The mammouth Magnum steps over the top ropes and enters the ring, raises his arms to soak in the cheers] FRANCINE: His opponent ... ["Requiem Dies Mass Irae" by Verdi blasts over the PA system. Several red spotlights move down the aisle to the entrance curtain as the camera pans after them. At a particular high point in the music, some white fireworks start to go off...] FRANCINE: ... hailing from Bucharest, Romania ... standing 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 259 pounds ... please put your hand together in welcoming a very good friend of Brian Nelson ... V I L E V I N C E V I P E R ! ! ! [After the next swell in the piece, two midgets pull back the curtains revealing the pearly yellow of TripleV. Viper wears a black, snakeskin suit, with a black shirt, and a red, silk tie, down which reads "I s l a s h." His appearance is met by a chorus of boos. Another midget starts to roll a red carpet down the aisle way, as Vile cockily swaggers down to ringside. Two other little people dressed as cupids race out of the back, throwing flower petals beneath VVV's doc martins. The camera pans up to the Islash'o'tron, which plays highlights of Viper's career. Signing with IWF/WOW. Congratulating Brian Nelson on becoming president. Shaking Brian Nelson's hand. Detailing Brian Nelson's car. Watering Brian Nelson's plants. Vile has had quite a career...] [Speaking of plants, a few toss red and white streamers at the king of snakes, but the majority of the fans throw garbage. Vile sneers as a tomato hits him in the back of the head. Swinging around, VVV starts to flip off the offending fan, just in time to duck a full bear can. Delighted with his luck, Vile smiles fiendishly at a small child in the front row, the kid bursts into tears. Smiling even broader, VVV satan struts up the steel steps, all in sync with the music, into the ring.] OA: And we're about to get going here on what should be an interesting matchup. DING! DING! [Referee Miguel Hernandez is checking over Rob Magnum for international objects.] CC: I just know what Vince Viper is thinking ... and that's this. "Why am I bothering with this turkey? I've embarassed him before ... I will again!" OA: Rob Magnum is a former world champion in two VERY storied organizations. Viper is probably thinking something more along the lines of "I hope I wore my Depends." CC: Resorting to jokes against the elderly. You make me sick, Ambrose. [Hernandez now checks over Viper. Nothing on him. He turns away, and that instant, Viper pulls out a long shank.] CC: Nothing like the good old razor blade melted into a toothbrush handle! OA: That doesn't belong in there! I don't care HOW old Viper is -- if he's going to compete, he has to do it on equal terms! [POP!!!] [Magnum, enraged, charges at Viper. Viper drops and rolls out of the ring.] OA: No wonder Viper's scared! Rob Magnum just has Viper completely outsized. He's two feet taller, and yet his waist size is smaller than Viper's. I mean, the guy is built like Kirby Puckett. CC: Don't compare Viper to that psycho, Puckett! That's offensive! And he's NOT scared! [Viper's outside, trying to hide under the ring, head first. But his feet stick out.] OA: I don't think Magnum's going to have much trouble finding him! [Magnum grabs Viper's legs and pulls him out from under the apron ... but in the crouched position, he's easy prey for a little slice-and-dice action from Viper's shank!] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Magnum found Viper -- and Viper found Magnum with his blade! Right in the forehead! And Viper's opened up a gusher! Miguel Hernandez did NOT see it! CC: See what? OA: Viper struck when Magnum's head was crouched over, blocking the ref's view! DING! DING! OA: Viper with a finger strike to the throat! And a rake across the forehead! I have to repeat, he's REALLY opened Magnum up! Magnum very possibly can't see what's going on! [Viper grabs a beer from a front row fan and splashes him right in the face with it!] OA: Ouch! That stings! That burns! He's not rubbing salt in Magnum's wounds -- he's rubbing alcohol, and that's worse! CC: Worse yet, it appears to be Budweiser! Now, that's cold! [Another fan hands Viper a couple beers, which Viper pours down the throat of Magnum!] OA: Cordell Crane, Vince Viper is handling this big match with Rob Magnum the only way he possibly can -- and that's to take him out of the match before he has a chance to get into it! CC: He was never in it to begin with. [Viper rolls in to break the count, then rolls back out. He grabs Magnum by his wet, bloody hair and drags him face first along the guardrail.] VIPER: [audible without a mic] "Betty Ford THAT, bitch!" CC: Hah! [Magnum collapses, then Viper grabs another beer and jerks Magnum's head back. He pours the beer down Magnum's throat.] OA: More help from the Viperteers! They're dedicated to their man! Those beers aren't cheap here at the First Union Center! But they're giving them up just so their sick, sick man can lay the hurt onto Rob Magnum! And you notice I don't say "No Worries" Rob Magnum, because he has PLENTY of worries right now! [Viper lays Magnum neck-first across the guardrail. He climbs up onto the apron, and runs toward Magnum ... ] OA: RUNNING KNEE-DROP! RIGHT TO THE BACK OF MAGNUM'S NECK! [Magum steps over to another Viperteer, taking a bottle of Absolut vodka. He pours it out on Magnum's head ... then takes the last several swigs for himself.] CC: My god. I thought the Alaskan Ladder Match was tomorrow. Vince Viper's trying to knock Magnum out with alcohol! OA: It'll take a lot of it to do that. Magnum's a big man. [Viper spits a huge amount of vodka onto the ring steps. He then hunches over, concealing that he's about to launch a ... ] OA: FIREBALL! FIREBALL, onto the ring steps! That one wasn't aimed at Rob Magnum! [... the ringsteps are in flames ... ] CC: But the next one will be! OA: Viper, with a sick demonstration of what he plans to do! [Viper faces Magnum, hunches over to set up another fireball -- and then Magnum lunges at him!] [POP!!!] OA: MAGNUM'S BEEN BLINDED! BUT THAT'S NOT GOOD FOR VIPER WHEN IT'S A BLIND RAGE! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! I CAN'T KEEP UP! CC: They're all hitting their target. I have no idea how. OA: A Viper doesn't sense his target with his eyes -- he senses him from the heat! And Magnum's attacking Viper, well, like HE'S the Viper! He just sensed the heat coming, and he struck! It was nothing but pure instinct! CC: You mean luck. OA: I don't care what it is -- it's effective! [Magnum bench presses Viper into the ring, from the floor -- over the top rope!] OA: Now, that's power! You just KNOW Magnum has more on his barbell in the gym usually than what Viper weighs! [Magnum rolls into the ring, clears away some of his bloodied hair from his eyes, and crouches over to stand Viper up.] OA: Irish whip into the corner! [Magnum backs into the opposite corner. He charges ... and slides out! On the outside, he grabs Viper's legs and pulls -- smashing Viper's nuts into the ringpost!] CC: Oh man! What a cheap shot! OA: Let me get this straight. Viper sliced up Magnum with a shank, made him drink three beers, poured out a bottle of Absolut on his head, and damn near set him on fire. And you consider Magnum's low shot, cheap!? CC: Yes. That other stuff is legitimate. It's part of Viper's moveset. OA: Whatever. Magnum's back standing on the apron ... and he slingshots himself over the top and down with a legdrop onto Viper's head! [POP!!!] CC: I gotta say. It looks spectacular when a man of Magnum's size can pull that off. OA: Damn straight. [Magnum picks up Viper ... and hoists him in a bear hug!] OA: That could be a submission! That could be a submission! CC: Get out! [A box appears in the lower right corner of the screen. There we see the tall, red headed Ashley Brooks watching the match intently on a moniter backstage.] OA: Well there you see Ashley Brooks once again scouting, it appears. She's on the lookout apparently for the perfect superstar to lead straight to the top. CC: Someone let her know that I'm in semi-retirement, and that I like the bottom. [The box vanishes. Magnum cinches the bear hug in, as Viper kicks his legs in a vain attempt to free himself.] OA: Miguel Hernandez, asking Viper if he wants to quit! And finally Viper reaches up for the forehead of Magnum -- "CRACK!!!" OA: MAGNUM SMASHES VIPER INTO THE CORNER! He pins Viper's arms behind the ropes and he pounds away! More lefts! More rights! [Magnum hooks up Viper for another bear hug, taking two steps backward out of the corner.] OA: Magnum tosses Viper back with a belly to belly release suplex! Viper went _flying_! [Viper bounces, and pops up. He turns to charge Magnum -- ] OA: SIDEWALK SLAM! Magnum PLANTS Viper into the mat! [Hernandez counts ... ] ONE! TWO! THR- [Hernandez holds up two fingers.] OA: No. That didn't quite do it. CC: You have to remember, Viper's been taking four decades of abuse in the wrestling business, and he keeps coming back for more. He's got tremendous resilience. OA: The King of Snakes is a snake that you can't kill, that's for sure. He's like a tough, old leather boot. [Magnum rises slowly, bringing Viper to his feet with him.] OA: Magnum, lifting Viper up into another press slam! Where's he gonna take him? What's he gonna do? CC: If he throws him out, he's asking for a lawsuit. Viper has a bad leg, and so the Americans with Disabilities Act requires that Magnum treat him gently! OA: You have got to be kidding! "WHAM!!" OA: BACKBREAKER! THAT'S what Magnum did with him! And now he's holding Viper over his knee, applying pressure to the neck and legs! He's trying to turn that snake into a pretzel! [Hernandez checks Viper's condition.] CC: He's not submitting! Get real, Magnum! OA: You know, sometimes I think Viper's feeling enough pain to have to submit, but he doesn't, just because he's going to be in pain anyway. And as far as saving himself from injury -- he's already a mass of scars and bad joints! CC: Good point. Why should Viper quit? Why give someone the satisfaction! OA: Of course, it could be simply that you just can't kill evil. [Magnum, disgusted that Viper won't submit, shoves Viper off his knee. Viper crumples to the mat.] OA: Viper's REALLY out of gas. CC: No, he's conserving his energy. OA: Well, he'd better use it soon, because Rob Magnum is controlling this match -- and he really has "No Worries" after all! [Magnum, standing tall before the crumpled Viper, holds his arms out to his full ringspan.] [POP!!!] OA: OH, MY! HERE IT COMES! [Magnum crouches down, and puts Viper's head between his knees. He bends over to pick him up for an over-the-shoulder power bomb -- The Southern Comfort.] OA: He's lif -- CC: HA! [Magnum is instantly doubled over by Viper's uppercut to the scrotum.] OA: That saved him. Viper was done. Now he has a shot. [Viper crawls to the corner, slowly, as Magnum's doubled over in pain. He reaches out of the ring, under the apron, and pulls out something that was taped to the inside of the apron.] OA: BRASS KNUCKLES! This is ridiculous! [Magnum, just getting his wind back, starts to get up.] OA: Look out! [Viper, in the corner, pulls himself up, turnbuckle by turnbuckle. Magnum charges in -- ] "THUD!!" OA: VIPER JUST NAILED HIM! [Viper quickly shoves the knucks into his pants, before Hernandez can see. The hand is quicker than the eye -- this time.] [Cover ... ] ONE! TWO!! THR-- [Hernandez holds up two fingers.] OA: MAGNUM KICKS OUT! CC: Viper was ripped off! And he's not happy about it! [Viper gives Miguel Hernandez a tongue-lashing -- forked tongue, of course. And at the same time, unexpectedly, a midget rolls into the ring with a roll of duct tape and the vodka bottle that Viper drained on Magnum's head earlier. He tapes it onto Magnum's forehead.] OA: That's sick! Why isn't Miguel Hernandez doing something? CC: What? [Viper finally waves off Hernandez and steps to the apron. He climbs a corner.] OA: Viper, going up top! This is insane! He's going to bet it all right here! [Viper stands up tall -- well, as tall as he can -- on the top rope. He jumps ... ] OA: ... CC: ... "SMASH!!!" OA: ... CC: ... OA: VIPER CONNECTS! BOTH MEN ARE OUT COLD! AND IN THAT RING IS NOTHING BUT BLOOD AND SHATTERED GLASS -- SOME OF IT _DRIVEN_ INTO MAGNUM'S HEAD! And Viper's got an arm over Magnum, somehow! [The count ... ] ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: That's just ridiculous. What a sham. Midgets? Vodka bottles? What is this, some tavern in Romania or something? CC: If it was, Viper would have the home field advantage. He didn't need that tonight. He was clearly superior. OA: NOT clearly! He had a damn midget helping him! He used a shank! He abused alcohol in there, using it as a weapon! CC: Boo hoo. Your pal Gaines does that too. Viper just uses stuff that tastes good. That's the difference. FRANCINE: Here is your winner Š ["Requiem Dies Mass Irae" by Verdi blasts over the PA system.] V I L E V I N C E V I P E R ! ! ! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Viper's not done! That midget just handed him another bottle of Smirnoff! And a damn Clorox bottle, upside down with the bottom cut off! CC: That's a beer bong, stupid! Don't you know anyting!? [Viper puts the top of the beach bottle in Magnum's mouth, then pours the vodka in the cut-out bottom.] OA: That could KILL him! That could cause brain damage, at least! CC: No big loss for Magnum. OA: And he's laughing! He thinks this is FUNNY -- just like you do, Cordell Crane, and I'm here to tell you it's not! CC: You're here to be wrong, then. [Viper hops out of the ring, and seeks out a ringside cameraman. He tells the pay per view audience on TV ... ] VIPER: [audible through camera mic] "The more things change, the more they stay the same ..." [He laughs more ... then walks off with the midget.] OA: This was disgusting. If this match was about ability, Magnum would have destroyed him. CC: Ambrose ... what you saw out there, IS ability. And Vince Viper ... hassssssss it! That's why he won! [The screen switches to backstage. The camera is focused on a vehicle entrance as a pair of headlights turn towards the doorway. As the car pulls closer, it becomes obvious that this car is a black stretch limousine. The limousine pulls up close to the camera, and the cameraman moves away and to the side. The door opens, and cat calls and cheers rock the arena as Tricia Lane steps out, followed closely by Eric Travers. Lane is wearing a black cutoff Eric Travers Nike t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, her auburn hair in a ponytail. Travers is wearing a pair of platinum Oakley A wires, a gold Nike t-shirt, and black pants, with black shoes. A driver goes to the trunk and pulls out a black Nike shoulder bag, as well as a pink Nike backpack which he hands to Lane. Travers takes his bag as the driver closes the trunk and gets back into the car. Travers puts the bag down and opens it up. He reaches in and lifts out the EWA World Heavyweight Title belt. Travers puts the belt over his shoulder, and closes the bag. He stands up with the bag strapped over his left shoulder and the belt over his right. Before Travers gets too far, Anthony Edwards appears on screen with a microphone in hand. Travers and Lane stops.] TRICIA LANE: Here, give me your bag. I'll meet you in the locker room. ERIC TRAVERS: Thank You. [Travers hands over the bag which doesn't appear to be very heavy. Lane takes it and walks away. Travers then adjusts the belt on his right shoulder and looks down at Edwards. Edwards raises the microphone to his lips.] ANTHONY EDWARDS: Eric Travers, tonight is the beginning of the biggest event in the storied history of the IWF/WOW. Three nights of action, huge matches on all three nights, but the three matches everyone are talking about are the matches that will determine the EWA and IWF/WOW World Champions, and then the World Championship Unification Match scheduled for Day 3 of Egos and Icons. If you would, please give us your thoughts just hours before you hit the ring to defend your EWA Title against Steve Spector. [Travers looks down thoughtfully and then begins to speak.] ERIC TRAVERS: Five years ago the IWF/WOW signed me and sent me to a small promotion to get my feet wet. After some time there, and elsewhere I was ready for the big time... On January first, nineteen ninety-eight, I stepped into the ring for my first I Slash match with one of the biggest names in the business at the time, and I pinned Alex Extreme's shoulders to the mat 1... 2... 3. [POP inside the arena.] ERIC TRAVERS: From the very second I walked in the door, I have had one goal in mind. Being the Champion of the IWF/WOW is great, but it has always meant you were the best wrestler in the IWF/WOW. I have held the I Slash World Title on three occasions, but not one of those times did I reach my goal... From the day I laced my first boot, I have wanted to be known as the very best in the World. Not just the best in the I Slash, but the best in the WORLD, PERIOD! [A Travers chant has started inside the arena.] ERIC TRAVERS: have done it all here in the I Slash. I'm the only true three time I Slash World Champion. I have held a title in the I Slash longer than anyone ever has. I have main evented more pay-per-view events than anyone else, and I headlined most of them in succession. Yet one thing has continued to escape me, and that's the recognition world wide as the very best there is. Well... That's all about to change. [POP!] ERIC TRAVERS: You see, now the I Slash is the place to be. The best of the best have walked through our front door, and now the I Slash holds the greatest collection of talent the wrestling world has ever seen!! That means the World Champion of the I Slash will undoubtedly be the very best in the business! [POP!] ERIC TRAVERS: I stand before you now the EWA Heavyweight Champion, the holder of the most respected championship in the organization, but still one of _two_ World Champions. By the end of Egos and Icons there will only be _one_ champion... That one champion will be not be Steve Spector, it will not be Paul Kiljoy, and it will not be Matthew Reason... It will be ME... That's the way it HAS to be... I can not, and will not accept any other result! [Travers removes his shades revealing a fierce, burning glare.] ERIC TRAVERS: Steve Spector... Tonight is going to be an awfully long night for you my friend. The last time we tangled, I was hurt, running on adrenaline following an attack by Caleb Temple, and I won. How do you think things are going to turn out when I walk to the ring at one hundred percent? From your perspective? Not very well I'm afraid. You're in my path Spector, and I'm goin' right through ya!! [Travers walks off to the left side of the screen while Edwards watches on.] OA: Travers looks ready to defend his title, folks. This match with Spector, one-on-one, is something we've all been wai-- [The I-Sore is dark, except for the flicker of a candle.] OA: Hold on. There's some activity on the I-Sore. [A sihouette appears on the screen. We hear a voice -- a deep, dark, distorted one, like an anonymous source speaking on 60 minutes.] VOICE: Gunnar Gaines. It's time. I hope you're back there. I hope you hear what I have to say. And I hope you do the one thing you never seem able to do with the rest of your life. I hope you take it seriously. [.... FZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! ] [Lights out.] OA: Oh my. I sense that a nuclear bomb is about to go off. And Gunnar says his fight with DTP ain't going to be pretty -- THIS ain't gonna be pretty. CC: No, it's not, but I'd appreciate if you'd take your arm off my shoulder. I'm not here for you to cry on. [Silence.] [Then ... ] ["Walking Contradiction" by Green Day plays.] OA: OH MY GOD! TELL ME IT'S NOT SO! CC: ... [A single strobe light shines down in front of the I-Sore entrance portal.] OA: You KNOW whose music that is! TELL ME you know, Cordell! [A silent pause from Cordell, as the music plays ... then he responds.] [The crowd catches on ... and the loud cheers start.] CC: I do, Ambrose. You think I never watched wrestling or something? I shared a locker room with this guy! I've seen what he does to an organization! But I thought he was dead -- no one's heard from him in years! YEARS! OA: I'm not sure. Something tells me it can't be him .... [A figure backs into the spotlight below the I-Sore ... and we see the back of an average sized man ... with long, platinum blond hair. Beautiful hair.] OA: No ... [And a sequinned robe ... with the words "Attitude Adjuster" on the back.] [ The crowd knows that look -- and they explode into thunderous cheers!] OA: I didn't believe it was going to happen -- but it is! _Is_ it!? CC: That's the platinum blond hair of "Offensive" Alex Adams. The one. The man. O-Double-A. Swear to God! Turn around, Alex ... [The man turns around ... and his hair is in front of his face, covering it completely. He's even got it tied in a bit of a frontal pony tail, keeping the curtains closed on what's backstage. A pair of sunglasses cover his eyes. ] OA: Jesus. He looks like Cousin Itt, whoever it is. CC: Yeah. Who was an Addams! [He walks down to the ring, his head hung ... ] OA: Yeah, but with TWO D's. CC: Adams is a cousin of Gaines! The Cousin Itt analogy fits perfectly! OA: He's not a cousin, he's his brother in law. Damn it! I can't see the face! I don't know if you're right, Cordell, but if you are ... CC: Of course I'm right! I know that walk! I know that robe! And I know that hair! THIS is the man who has stood up to Gunnar Gaines! He beat him on his own wedding day ... because he CAN! [The man walks up the ring steps, ducks under the top rope, and takes out a cordless microphone.] MAN: Well ... [He starts pacing a little, keeping his head bowed ... ] So, Gunnar, are you gonna come out here ... or what!? Because I can go back out there and kick your ass if that's what you want me to do. You don't want that, do you? OA: This is ridiculous. He's talking through hair that hasn't been cut in YEARS. [He starts chomping his bubblegum with impatience.] MAN: You don't. Well, no surprise there. Let me change your mind around a little bit. Let me do something that might be a little bit OFFENSIVE ... chum_P_. [He points at the screen, putting extra emphasis on the "P".] MAN: Of course, it's not as offensive as your behavior lately. You're finally more offensive than me. Congratulations. You win, Gunnar. That took some doing. But don't get too excited. What I'm about to do is still a little bit offensive ... hell, it's a LOT offensive. And that's this. I'm bringing out your bitch. So, in other words, Cheryl Gaines, if you're listening -- and I know you are, 'cause we talked about this -- you know I don't mean that "bitch" bit personally or anything -- GET OUTTA MY CAVE!!!!!! AND GET INTO THIS RING!!! [Paul McCartney, backed with the other Beatles on harmony, sings ...] ## To lead a better life ... ## I need my love to be here ... ["Here, There and Everywhere" by the Beatles plays.] ## Here ... making each day of the year ... OA: This is unbelievable. ## Changing my life with a wave of her hand ... CC: No kidding. What's going on here? ## Nobody can deny that there's something there ... OA: I don't know. But I do know Gunnar can't like it one single bit. Not if Cheryl Gaines is really coming out here. ## There, running my hands through her hair ... [There's a spotlight waiting below the I-Sore ... and Cheryl Gaines steps into it. She's wearing cowboy boots, a jeans skirt and a white blouse that's just loose enough and just snug enough. She looks radiant as ever, but she's not smiling. She stands at the entrance, then walks determinedly down to the ring.] ## Both of us thinking how good it can be ... ## Someone in speaking but she doesn't know he's there ... OA: What in the blue hell? ## I want her ev'rywhere, and if she's beside me I know I need never care ... CC: That's Cheryl Gaines, all right. No doubt about it. ##But to love her is to meet her ev'rywhere ... ## Knowing that love is to share ... [The man lets her into the ring, holding the ropes open, but still keeping those long platinum locks in front of his face so that we cannot see who he is.] ## Each one believing that love never dies ... ## Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there ... ## To be there and ev'rywhere ... ## Here, there and ev'rywhere. [The man bows, and offers Cheryl the microphone. She accepts it after a moment's hesitation.] CHERYL GAINES: There. You see that, Gunnar? Someone knows how to treat me like a lady ... too bad it isn't you. You see, Gunnar, I was leafing through your book collection the other day, and it seems I came across "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." Seems you could call the recent story of your life "Fear and Loathing in Professional Wrestling." I'll tell you what I mean. OA: I'm not sure what she means, but I don't think it's nice. CC: Shut up! This is gonna be good. CHERYL: You look inside that book, and there's a quote on the first page: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." Unfortunately, that sums it all up, doesn't it? That's you lately. [She pauses. The crowd rumbles ... unsure what to make of this declaration. Going way back, the crowd has NEVER not been on her side ... but they're not sure about this.] CHERYL: I'm not saying this to scold you. I'm saying it to help you. You know, like you used to do to people. You helped them ... but what you told them wasn't always what they wanted to hear. Well, it's the same again this time, but this time it's pointed right at you, Gunnar. This is NOT what you wanted to hear. Gunnar Gaines, I married you because you were the best man I've ever seen in the ring and out of it. Mastery ... that's the word that defined you. Control ... that's what you were. You controlled what was going on out there. You controlled your opponents, always a step ahead, no matter the situation. You outsmarted them. Well, all I see lately is you outsmarting YOURSELF, and it's been going on ever since you came back to the I-Slash. Something is off, I don't know what, but it has to do with alcohol, I'm going to fix it right here and now. And that's by announcing that, as your manager, I'm going to exercise the escape clause in your contract. You can have fun fighting Trey ... and maybe you'll even do well in the rumble. But then, we're going home. [The crowd starts to boo. Cheryl seems a little upset by this, but she presses on. The blond man's hand clamped on her shoulder encourages her. He shakes his head back and forth, sadly.] CHERYL: Wrestling is important ... LIFE, is more important. You need to tend to business at home. The road is too much temptation, and the RING is too much temptation. I can't go on like this. You embarassed me on national television several times now. This man behind me filmed us, and you know what? I helped him. He was trying to make a small point -- we BOTH were -- but it got way out of control. [She realizes something. She stops.] Oh, I might as well introduce him. I ... [The mystery man leans into the microphone, his hair still over his face. He says ... ] MAN: SEE YOU IN HELL! [GIGANTIC POP!!!!] CC: IT'S ALEX ADAMS! OA: Shhhh .... [Cheryl gently pulls the microphone back.] CHERYL: [to the man] No. Let's not burden him with that. What we have to say here tonight is burden enough. You might as well show him now. You're a friend. [His head hung, he raises it ... and unties the frontal ponytail. He takes off his shades.] OA: Who ... CC: I have NO idea. [The strands of blond fall away from his face gradually ... until he jerks his head back suddenly!] "BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" [The man's face wears not the trademark OAA stubble, but a different trademark. A goatee. A dark one, to go with his platinum blond hair. Almost white hair. And there's a demented look to match.] OA: Oh, Jesus. [And clenched teeth.] CC: No. Tell me that's not ... OA: OH MY GOD! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! That's not Adams! That's Jerry Joblonsky, otherwise known as Sir Jobs-a-Lot! Oh, for crying out loud! I can not believe this! CC: You have to. It's Jerry Joblonsky, and I got nothing else to say. This sucks. [The crowd turns -- and how. In a split instant, the thunderous cheers of a minute ago are replaced by a cascade of boos and catcalls. Beer and soda cups -- some not empty -- go flying toward the ring.] OA: This is not good. We have a lot of people disappointed here. They expected to see Alex Adams! Cheryl Gaines has PLAYED them all! She was in on this! She played GUNNAR! CC: They expected to see SOMEONE. They got Sir Jobs-a-Lot. OA: Now, don't sell Sir Jobs short! He was one half of the greatest tag team in EWA history -- the Good Knights! But it's true -- by NO measure is he Drac Dravin, Alex Adams or some of the other people who were speculated. What he IS, is the man the clues all pointed to. He certainly knows Cheryl Gaines, because as Cherry Cheesecake, she used to manage him and his tag team partner, Arnold Hamenegger. They were the tag team champions of the world. Jesus Christ. [The noise dies ... and the focus returns to the man with the long, blond locks.] JERRY JOBLONSKY: Gunnar ... [He blinks thrice ... twitches a shoulder ... ] ... I tried to warn you. But I know this lady, and I know she deserves to be treated better than you've done. Even after all the extremes I went to, you still behaved as you did. You MUST go home now. You must repair your marriage and your life. Things aren't happening for you here, anyway. You're wasting -- CROWD: BOOOOOOOO!!!!! [A man on the I-Sore with a Grizzly Grin takes aim at us all with his B.S. gun, lights all flashing.] ## BLOOOOOOP! ## ## BLOOOOOOP! ## ## BLOOOOOOP! ## ## BLOOOOOOP! ## [Pause.] ## DAH DA-DA-DA DAH! ## [ENORMOUS CROWD POP!] ## DAH DA-DA-DA DAH! ## [HYUUUUUGE CROWD POP!] [It registers. You'd know that riff anywhere. George Thorogood. Delaware Destroyers. "Bad to the Bone".] [Quick-cut shots of the man delivering Grizzly Slams to various opponents from different angles.] [The drums kick in, the bass comes in and, oh yes, some tasty slide guitar ... ] OA: Finally! Gunnar's gonna come speak his peace! [End song intro. Start verse.] ## On the day I was born .... ## ## They all gathered round ... ## [He's already halfway to the ring, his bearded chin two feet ahead of his rapidly walking boots. BullSh*t detectors? Yes. Two are strapped to his back. One across each shoulder.] ## They gazed at the wide window ... ## ## At the joy they had found ... ## [Dressed in grey checked flannel, jeans, black boots and a tattered thermal, Gunnar Gaines paces directly there, rolls in, stands up, and glares directly into the eyes of the much smaller Jerry Joblonsky. Jerry has the mic in front of his own mouth, but Gunnar puts one hand on it ... and pulls it towards himself.] ## The head nurse spoke up ... ## [The music cuts out abruptly.] GUNNAR: Can I say something now? After I'm done, you can talk all you want. [Jobs seems pleased with that, and nods. Gunnar jerks the microphone away completely.] GUNNAR: I said, you can TALK all you want, jackass. I didn't say I'd listen. [Crowd pop!] GUNNAR: I think what I need to do here ... is direct my comments to my darling wife, as she's the one who's responsible for this entire debacle. [He addresses the crowd.] Alex Adams. Jesus F**king Christ. Sh*t, I miss the guy as much as you all, but not even _I_ believed that one! So, Joblonsky, since my wife likes letting you expose our private life to the world ... God knows why ... we don't need you here. You don't belong. So get out. [Gunnar glares at him.] There are three choices. You can leave, I can forcibly REMOVE you ... ... or the medics can remove you, or should I say harvest you, VERY SLOWLY. With a sponge. [He leans in towards Joblonsky, and elbows him slightly. Gunnar speaks to Jobs in a low tone, conspiratorially ... ] GUNNAR: Personally, Jobs, I'd just get the hell out. [POP!!!] [Joblonsky backs away, drops, rolls out ... and then breaks into a run. Gunnar watches, shaking his head. Then he redirects his attention to the ring.] GUNNAR: So, Cheryl ... it seems like it's just you and me here ... one happy little marriage. And when a marriage has ISSUES ... a husband and wife discuss it. In private. 'Course, you didn't see it that way ... so neither will I. See, I got issues with you, GIRL, and I ain't gonna let the fact that the whole world's watching this stop me from telling you what they are! [POP!] OA: Ohhhhhh boy. CC: You said this wouldn't be pretty. You didn't know how right you were, Ambrose. I feel uncomfortable watching this ... and I'm a Jerry Springer junkie. GUNNAR: Now, I hate to tell you this in front of all these fans, who paid their MONEY to watch me sweat and bleed, but it's been obvious for a long time that you don't want me out here entertaining these people. And by long time, I ain't talking about most of this year. I'm talking about the entire God damn time since 1997! You remember last year. I got the call from Nelson, and here's the part I haven't told people. I told people I agreed to ref Summer Explosion as a one shot. What I didn't say is that you TRIED not to let me even do THAT. You told me I'd better stay at home. That this could be something permanent. That you didn't WANT me "back in the business." So when you say that I'm the best you saw in the ring, you're right. When you SAY that's why you married me ... [He takes down one of the B.S. detectors off his shoulders. He raises it, slowly drawing his wife into his sights. He paces around her in the shoulder. ] [POP!!!] [A thousand detectors in the crowd go off ... BLOOOP! BLOOOP! BLOOOP!] [Gunnar looks down the gunsight of his. He raises his head ... ] [... he snickers, with a big, fat ol' Grizzly Grin ... ] [... and then he lowers his face to the gunsight again. He squeezes the trigger.] ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOO -- "CRACK!!!" [The thing explodes in a small puff of smoke, surprising even Gunnar. Plastic shards bounce in the center of the canvas.] GUNNAR: Well, I'll be damned. It finally happened. You busted it. Not Johnny Coles, and not Super Scott. Not Matthew Reason, and not Trey Porter. Not even Caleb F'N Temple. YOU, Cherry. [He says it, almost conceding admiration. Almost.] You busted my bullSh*t detector. It's done. I hereby declare the God damn thing retired. There are things even my B.S. detector can't handle ... and baby, you're _IT_. See, Cheryl, it's simple, and I figured it out. You said I'm being outsmarted. Well, the one who finally beat me at the mind games was you. You made me think I shouldn't be ME. You made me worry I wasn't doing the right thing as a husband. The hell I'm not. You married ME, bitch. You married Gunnar F**king Gaines. And EVVVVVVeryone knows that Gunnar Gaines is a bone-breaking, career-taking, ring- shaking, get-your-fear-quaking SON OF A BITCH! That's what I do! That's what I LIVE to do! I wanna be out here in the ring! I'm a God damn modern day gladiator -- not a F**king couch ornament! And you KNOW that! You always did! But you couldn't handle that. You had to try to _change_ me. The deal is, Cherry, I signed my multiyear contract with I-Slash a year ago, and you ASKED for that escape clause after one year. You SAID it was "in case you don't feel like continuing anymore, Gunnar". And the thing is, I believed you, but now I know. That clause wasn't for me -- it was for YOU -- and now you're going to activate it. And because you're my manager, you can. [He pauses ... then shrugs resignedly.] GUNNAR: Checkmate. Gunnar goes home where Cherry wants him. Gunnar will be the man you want him to be. You win the game. You outsmarted the Baddest Thang Running. I'll do what you want, honey. I'll quit wrestling ... because I love you MORE than wrestling. [The crowd murmurs with disappointment. Until ... ] ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOOOOOOP! ### [Gunnar looks around. Where's that coming from? He's not holding a B.S. gun.] ### BLOOOOOOP! ### [Oh. Strapped onto his back!] ### BLOOOOOOP! ### ### BLOO -- [He pulls it off his back and clicks it off.] GUNNAR: Stupid BullSh*t Detector. Always poking in when I don't want. And yet ... how appropriate. You see, I'm NOT quitting, I DON'T love you more than wreslting ... and like I told Porter and every other felch stain in that locker room, I ain't done till I SAY I'm done. See, Cherry, you ain't activated that escape clause YET. And I have an escape clause of my own that I'm fixing to activate FIRST. In fact ... I have two. [He snickers. He glares into her eyes. She can't possibly know what he's talking about.] In fact, if you must know, I already activated 'em! [POP !!!!] [He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a square of folded paper. He unfolds the sheets, holding one up in each hand.] OA: Does this mean what I'm thinking? He wouldn't ... would he? CC: I think he did. Do you know what this means? [He holds them in Cherry's face.] GUNNAR: One is called a "MANAGERIAL TERMINATION" ... [He flips through them ... looks at the other one ... ] ... and the other is called a "LEGAL SEPARATION"! [POP!!!] OA: Oh my God! Can this mean what we think? CC: Hell yeah! Cherry! Cherry! What's your phone number? I'm in Room 582 at the Hilton! OA: Stop it. The Gaines marriage is crumbling here before our eyes ... and we're only just getting started on a three-day card! GUNNAR: In other words, Cherry Cheesecake ... I knew it was Joblonsky, I knew it was YOU behind it all, how obvious could it have F**king been, and YOU'RE FIRED! AND CONSIDER YOUR NARROW, BITCH ASS, _SERVED_! [He thrusts both papers at her. They go flying. She's in tears. She bends over to pick them up.] GUNNAR: I'm going to FULFILL that God damn contract, WITH or WITHOUT Cherry Cheesecake! More precisely, I'M GOING TO KICK THE ASS OF EVERY FERRET-FELCHING DIPSH*T IN I-SLASH, and in the words of some good friends of mine, IF YOU DON'T FREAKIN' LIKE IT, I DON'T FREAKIN' _CARE_!! The Gunnar Game Plan ain't no God damn secret -- I'm starting TOMORROW with Trey Porter, and the day after that with everyone else! Bad Eye McBaine, Brody Thunder, Billy Rock, Johnny Coles, Trevor Storm ... BRING 'EM ALL DOWN, I'LL SEND 'EM ALL BACK! I'm the man, WHO DOES NOT CARE! [POP!!!] [Cherry's still bent over, picking up papers. Gunnar looks at her raised ass ... so round before him ... so perfect ... so reachable with his size 15 boot.] GUNNAR: In fact, maybe I'll start kicking ass ... _RIGHT NOW_!! "DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!!" "DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!!" "DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!! DO-IT!!!!!" [Gunnar raises a foot at her butt, as if to knock her over. Then, he waves that idea off ... and raises the microphone.] GUNNAR: Nah. I'm not no violent, abusive drunk. I'm just a guy who wanted a career living out his passion ... WRESTLING. And you know what? I still got it. [He crouches down near the fallen Cherry. He speaks to her, the microphone their only intermediary.] GUNNAR: I'm not the man you say, Cherry, and that means I'm not the man you really wanted. The fact is ... I'm better -- and I'm SMARTER. _Control_ me if you can? I'm sorry, honey -- YOU CAN'T! [He crouches closer ... waves a finger in her face ... and hits her with her own catchphrase.] GUNNAR: WELCOME ... TO ... REALITY! ["Bad to the Bone" plays, as Gunnar climbs turnbuckles and does his trademark double-thumb boast. Cheryl, humilated, crawls out of the ring, then hurriedly hoofs it to the back.] OA: This is shocking! I can't believe that Cheryl Gaines would hold her husband back -- but it's quite clear to me that she has! And Gunnar Gaines has just kicked her to the curb! Just like that! He's chosen the wrestling ring over his wedding ring! CC: Great. One question. How do you hold back someone who sucks? OA: You know better, Cordell! You know what this man's been through this year. He's acquitted himself quite nicely -- and he's a top contender in the Judgment Day Rumble! You'd better believe it, because what Gunnar says, Gunnar does! We've seen it yet again! And we may well see it tomorrow night, Day 2 of Egos and Icons, when two LEGENDS collide on top of a damn ladder! ooo==================ooo==================ooo WINNERS GET THE MASK ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Infinite Justice vs. Echo Dare & Cardiac ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winners of the match will receive the Native American death mask! ["The Stars and Stripes Forever" begins booming over the arena's sound system! "Dixie" Davis Washington appears at the top of the ramp, followed closely by his tag team partner, Johnny Revere. Johnny raises his hands in the air and grins wildly as the crowd begins to go nuts, seeing their old favourites back to their normal selves. They walk towards the ring confidently, shaking hands with the fans along the aisle. Johnny wears his usual star-spangled wrestling tights, while Dixie is clad in his black jeans, cowboy boots and "Live and Die in Dixie" t-shirt.] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... weighing in at a total combined weight of 504 pounds, here are ... "DIXIE" DAVIS WASHINGTON! JOHNNY REVERE! I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! [Dixie and Johnny are both grinning now, enjoying having the fans behind them again. Even though many of the I-Slash faithful are acting a little skeptical, Infinite Justice takes it in stride as they reach the ring. Johnny walks up the ring steps, while Dixie slides under the bottom rope. In the ring, Johnny climbs up to the second ropes and raises his arms while Dixie rips off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd. After a moment, Johnny climbs down, still smiling. They shake hands and speak to eachother in husehd tones, planning some last minute strategy and then wait in the corner for the match to begin.] FRANCINE: Their opponents ... ///FWOOSH! ///FWOOSH! ///FWOOSH! [3 huge fireballs explode from the I-Sore as Echo Dare leaps onto the stage! The crowd rises to their feet!] # Open doors as I walk inside # # Swallow me so the pain subsides # # And I shake as I take this in # # Let the show begiiiiiIIIINNNNNNN!!!! # [As Metallica's "The House that Jack Built" hits the speakers, Confetti begins to drop all over the arena.] FRANCINE: First, accompanied to the ring by Adrena Lyn Rusch and Monkey ... hailing from Sacramento, California ... standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds ... E C H O D A R E ! ! ! [Adrena Lyn Rusch, with Monkey perched on her shoulders, appears shortly behind her man. the flamboyant superstar runs at full speed down the ramp, sliding into the ring, and spinning around wildly, arms spread open, eyes closed!] # The higher you are # # The farther you fall # # The longer the walk # # The farther you crawl! # # My body my temple # # This temple it tilts # # Yes I am! I am! I AAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!! # [Spotlights hit him from all angles as he lifts himself up onto the second turnbuckle, flashing his Signature Smile and pumping his fist to the now-frenzied crowd!] OA: Echo Dare and Cardiac entering this match _seperately_! That's not a good indication of how well they're going to work together tonight. (( dub-dub... dub-dub, dub-dub... dub-dub, dub-dub...)) # I! Hate! You! # <~ The sound of the heart beat signals the beginning of the end ~> [As the rest of Orgy's "Slept So Long" plays, the arena lightsa dim, and a singlepathway of red light slowly illuminates the ramp all the way down to the the ring. " # # ##### ##### ##### " # # # # # # # # #### # # # # # # # # # # # # # ##### # # # # flashes on the I-Sore. The crowd falls into a restrained silence...] FRANCINE: His partner ... hailing from New York City, New York ... standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing 260 pounds ... C A R D I A C ! ! ! # I see hell in your eyes # # Taken in by surprise # [The crowd pops! Cardiac appears beneath the screen, wearing a black trenchcoat and black fedora hat. The grappler stands still for a second, unmoving, unfeeling. Finally, he saunters slowly to the ring.] # Touching you makes me feel alive # # Touching you made me die inside # [Cardiac stands on the second turnbuckle, hands at his sides. Silence reigns.] CC: Infinite Justice have been harbouring that mask for so long now, look at the determination on that man's face, Cardiac knows he's not far from getting it back, mere feet away from him. OA: That mask given to Infinite Justice by OWNER Brian NelsonŠ I don't think he cares one bit what happens to that mask, he just wanted Cardiac and Echo to destroy Justin Arcola, little did he know they would end up wanting to destroy each other! This is there first match since a few weeks prior to Set it Off where they fought Hades and MackŠ it's been a long time since these two have been in a ring together. CC: They are far from being on the same page; these two are reading different books in different librariesŠ. Echo and Cardiac need to find some sort of mutual understanding tonight or Infinite Justice will shred them to pieces. [Johnny Revere walks over to Echo and holds out his hand, Echo stares at him in confusion. After a few seconds Echo extends his hand and shakes Revere's. Echo ready for any reprimand he may receive, in fact, doesn't get any as Revere steps back to his corner and talks to Davis Washington.] OA: A bit of respect shown by Infinite Justice here as Cardiac looks onŠ I don't think he's too appreciative of the handshake. CC: Why would he be Owen? Those two men have held his mask for whatŠ seven months? His partner is shaking hands with the enemy. OA: I think Revere and Washington are sick of doing things for the Greater Good, if you listened to them speak on Trashtalk, they were clearly fed up with Nelson's shenanigans. This could very well be the Infinite Justice of old. CC: OrŠ a hoax. [Echo Dare asks Cardiac to go to the outside but Cardiac shoves Echo Dare and points to the outside. Both men wanting to start off this match might start it off against each other. Cardiac gets right into Dare's face and begins jaw- jacking him. Infinite Justice looks on as Washington steps to the outside and Revere stretches as he pulls on the ropes.] OA: Echo and Cardiac having some communication problems hereŠ We have seen a DRASTIC change in Cardiac over the last few months; he is not the same man who entered this federation. Echo and Cardiac are miles away from the team that defeated the Ewiaks, the Down South Connection and The Killing MachinesŠ miles away from where they once were! DING! DING! [Echo not wanting to dispute any longer heads to the outside as Cardiac looks down at the mask, Revere walks over to Cardiac and extends his hand to shake it, however, it's not shaken as Cardiac delivers a cold stare followed by a solid shot to the jaw.] OA: What a shot by Cardiac! CC: He's focused on his task Owen and that task is getting back that mask by any means possible. [Cardiac with another hard shot to Revere. Revere staggers back only to be met with a sharp knee to the midsection that dubs him over. Cardiac locks up with Revere and hoists him up in the air and drops him down with a vertical suplex. Cardiac, quick to his feet begins stomping on Revere followed by a chokeŠ] CC: He's a man possessed! OA: Johnny Revere trying to do things the right way here tonight isn't getting anywhereŠ Dixie coming in to break the holdŠ [Washington comes in and yanks Cardiac off of Johnny. Johnny holds his throat and gasps for air as Cardiac nails Davis as he walks back to the apron, Cardiac grabs Washington and chucks him over the ropes. When Cardiac turns, Revere is there and quickly hits a small packageŠ] One! Two! OA: Infinite Justice almost snuck one off! Infinite Justice is reverting to professional wrestling instead of cheating, I for one am liking the way Revere and Washington are fighting in this match-up! CC: I like the Infinite Justice of old! [Cardiac quickly rolls up back to his feet and swings with a mighty lariat at Revere, unfortunately for Cardiac, Revere ducks the lariat and quickly rolls up Cardiac from behind! One! Two! KICKOUT! [Immediately both men are back up, Revere lays a kick into the midsection of Cardiac, followed by anotherŠ he darts to the ropes but when he returns.. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" the crowd says it all.] CC: LOW BLOW BY CARDIAC! Right in the snitzel! OA: Johnny Revere was nailed with a low blow as he charged Cardiac and he is down and out. Cardiac up this feetŠ picking up RevereŠ LIFTS HIMŠ BACK BODY DROPŠ SPIKED HIM RIGHT DOWN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! CC: He's going to need some tylenol 3's. [Cardiac grabs Revere and drags him towards the ropes, he reaches out and tags in Echo. Echo comes into the ringŠ They grab Revere and whip Revere into the ropesŠAs Revere hits the ropes, Davis Washington reaches in and slaps the back of Revere. Washington is tagged in, but doesn't rush to enter, why you ask? Well, Echo and Cardiac don't seem to be on the same page here as Echo has ducked down for a double backdrop and Cardiac went for a double clothesline. When Cardiac notices Echo with his head down, he screams at him asking what he's doingŠ. Welcome back Johnny Revere who nails Cardiac with a swinging neckbreaker!] OA: Running swinging neckbreaker by Revere!! Echo just noticed what happenedŠ. Clothesline to RevereŠ DUCKED by JohnnyŠ CC: INCOMINGŠ OA: SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY FROG SPLASH ON ECHO BY DIXIE!! THE COVER!! One! Two! CC: Shoulder. OA: Shoulder up by EchoŠ Infinite Justice are like a well-oiled machine here, they are working together, using team work and flustering Echo and Cardiac who are OBVIOUSLY not on the same page! [The four men partner off as Washington grabs Echo and whips him into the turnbuckle, however Echo reverses and sends Washington into the corner hard, he follows up with a diving shoulder into the midsection of Washington. On the other side, Cardiac is back up and after a rake of the eyes and a few chops to the chest of Revere he has him stuck in the opposite corner.] OA: Infinite Justice are being pounded into the cornersŠ Cordell, it seems Echo and Cardiac are finally getting it togetherŠ [Echo and Cardiac signal at each other and whip Revere and Washington into each other, however, Cardiac irish whip is reversed by Revere and Cardiac is sent into Washington. Cardiac swings a mighty clothesline at Dixie but Washington ducks it and Echo meets his partner's mighty clothesline that sends him in the air with a twisting 360.] OA: Cardiac just beheaded his partner!! Cardiac is frustrated, he's flustered by Revere and WashingtonŠ DOUBLE DROP KICKŠ. Cardiac sent down hard to the mat! CC: Come on Cardiac, get it together.. get your damn mask! OA: Revere lifting CardiacŠ Washington hitting the ropesŠ CC: Is this what it looks likeŠ? [Revere lifts up Cardiac as Washington bounces off the ropes, get ready for old school, tag team wrestling. Washington jumps in the air and hits a jumping clothesline similar to the way Bret and Neidhart use to do it.] OA: HEART ATTACKŠ INFINITE JUSTICE JUST HIT THE HEART ATTACK! I've never seen them use that move beforeŠ It's EGOS AND ICONSŠ no stopsŠ. No stopsŠ Echo and Cardiac tried to double team Infinite Justice but they wouldn't let it happen. Washington and Revere and fighting this not the way the greater good would, but the way __THEY__ would! CC: Oh would you cut it out. [The crowd continues to pop for the tag team manoeuvreŠ Cardiac rolls out of the ring and after a double high-five by Washington and Revere, Revere heads to the outsideŠ.] OA: OH! Washington was just taken out by a chop block by ECHO DAREŠ Revere didn't see it, RevereŠ turning around had no clue what just happened to just partnerŠ CC: This isn't the National Football LeagueŠ chop blocks are not illegal.. .cock blocks might beŠ but not chop blocks. OA: This might be pay per viewŠ but not need to throw around profanity. CC: Bite me. [Echo Dare stomps at Washington for a bit before picking him up and locks him in a standing hammerlock, he then turns and nails Washington with a hammerlock release suplexŠ.] CC: He killed him.. he damn near killed Dixie! OA: Echo Dare just nailed that hammerlock release suplex on Washington and Washington is down and outŠ Echo pointing to the outsideŠ the crowd coming to their feet.. can it be the sex bomb? CC: Echo grabbing that top ropeŠ <><> <><> <> <> <> <><> <> <><> <><> <> <> <> <> <> <><> <><> <> <> <> <><> <> <> <><> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <><><> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: SEX BOMBŠ CONNECTSŠ. That's gotta be it.. Cardiac's going to get his mask back and it's all thanks to Echo DareŠ the coverŠ. One! Two! OA: Davis found the ropesŠ some way, some how, he found the ropeŠ [Echo Dare quickly gets to his feet and begins climbing to the top rope, as he does, Dixie isn't even stirringŠ Echo is perched up topŠ. ] OA: ECHO TAKING FLIGHTŠ. GUILLOTINE LEG DROP RIGHT ACROSS THE THROATŠ CC: He connected OwenŠ like ET and Drew Barrymore! OA: The Sex Bomb.. the Top Rope GuillotineŠ Echo Dare is bring out his best here tonightŠ Echo with the coverŠ One! TWO! THR-- OA: IT WAS 2!!! Mere millisecondsŠ mere millisecondsŠ CC: He can taste it OwenŠ it's tickling his lipsŠ OA: Echo lifting WashingtonŠ. WaistlockŠ OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXŠ WASHINGTON IS OUTŠ WASHINGTON IS OUTŠ CC: The ref is down! [Yes he is. When Washington was thrown, Washington clipped the ref with his leg and kicked him under the chin. (Don't worry, it's part of the script, the ref is ok, it was part of the show!) Echo Dare quickly covers Washington, but the ref is outŠ Cardiac quickly goes to the outside and pulls the ring announcer of her chair, he then folds up the chair and comes into the ring.] OA: Oh come on CardiacŠ This has been an amazing tag team wrestling match.. don't do this! CC: I think he wants to take out Washington.. he's asking Echo to moveŠ OA: Echo Dare is in disbelief here, he's asking Cardiac to revive the referee and not worry about WashingtonŠ REVEREŠ IN COMES REVEREŠ Revere is telling Cardiac to drop the chairŠ "CRACK!!!" OA: NO! DAMN IT! A VILEŠ A HEART STOPPING CHAIR SHOT BY CARDIAC ON REVERE AND REVERE IS DOWNŠ. CC: This is infinite justice for Cardiac, the man has been without his mask for seven monthsŠ [Cardiac drops the chair, Echo Dare stands up and points at Revere and starts shouting.] OA: I don't think Echo is too happy about Cardiac's decision to take out Johnny RevereŠ [Cardiac picks up Washington and chucks him over the top, he then turns hi attention to the referee and lifts him to his feet. The ref still groggy, rubs his eyes as Cardiac points at Revere and tells Echo to pin him.] OA: Cardiac is telling Echo to pin RevereŠ I don't think the ref realizes Washington is the legal man! [Echo Dare stands there starring at the chairŠ he's definitely confused about what to do. Echo looks down but shakes his head no, the man can't win it like that. Cardiac is screaming at Echo who walks over to his corner, Cardiac enters the ring and stares him down. We got a stare down folks, a nasty one at that.] CC: It's finally going to happen, these two are going to break things offŠ and it's not going to be pretty. OA: These two have been butting heads for months, for months Cordell, and I think Cardiac's obsession over that mask is going to cause the break up of Echo and Cardiac! [With thatŠ Cardiac shoves Echo and Echo hits the ground, as this happens a HUGE crowd pop is heard, why? Well, Revere has reached out and tagged Washington who has climbed to the top ropeŠ Cardiac turns around andŠ OA: MISSLE DROPKICK RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN OF CARDIAC!! Cardiac is down! Washington lifting CardiacŠ Cardiac dazed, Washington hits the ropesŠ. RUNNING BULLDOGŠŠ. "CRACK!!!" CC: REVERSEDŠ. CARDIAC REVERSED IT ON TO THAT STEEL CHAIR!! OA: CardiacŠ out of desperation turned Washington in mid air and hit him with like a turning blue thunder powerbomb. That's gotta be it, if Cardiac comes toŠ this one is overŠ. CC: Washington must think he's somewhere on Jupiter after that move. OA: This has been a great contestŠ this is why we have the best tag division in wrestling. For over a year now, Brian Nelson has worked hard to bring in tag teams and keep this division going, you have to give credit where credit is due. These two, despite Cardiac and Echo Dare's problems as of late have been two of the key factors in this division! [Cardiac begins "coming to" as Owen Ambrose had just stated. Cardiac looking around sees Washington motionless on the canvas. Cardiac turns himself over on to his stomach and continues to look at Washington. As he looks, the ref begins his ten count.] One! Two! Three! CC: One of these two men better get upŠ Four! [Cardiac begins to stir.] Five! Six! Seven! [Cardiac begins to crawl over towards Davis Washington.] OA: Cardiac making his way toward DixieŠ can he cover him in timeŠ. CC: Cardiac better get to his feet before this one is over! Eight! Nine! TEN!! [POP!!!] [Actually, Cardiac got his arm over Washington JUST in time. The ref said ten but it wasn'tŠ so there!] OA: CARDIACŠ. ON TOP OF WASHINGTONŠ ONE!! TWO!!! THR-- CC: He's got his mask back! [Cardiac jumps up and points to the mask, he pumps his fists in the air but thhe ref is quick to grab his hand and bring it back down as he points to Washington's foot.] OA: No Cordell! Washington got his foot on the ropeŠ that's ring presence! CC: Look at Cardiac's faceŠ the man is about to blow. [Cardiac rolls out of the ring and grabs the book of sinsŠ he slides back in the ring by Echo comes in the ring and tries to get him to reconsider, Cardiac shoves Echo down to the mat yet again, but the time Echo pops back up and begins yelling at Cardiac. He yanks him by the arm, Cardiac threatens to hit Echo with the book but instead just shoves him down again.] OA: These two need to get on the same pageŠ they just need to. Cardiac with that book of sins, I think the referee is frightened he's not even trying to get it away from him! [Cardiac then turns his attention back to WashingtonŠ [POP!!!!] OA: SUPERKICKŠ. WASHINGTON SUPERKICKED THE BOOK RIGHT INTO CARDIAC'S FACEŠ.. CARDIAC IS OUT COLDŠ AND THE CROWD IS IN A FRENZYŠ JOHNNY ENTERING THE RINGŠ HE GRABS ECHO AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPEŠ !! [Johnny pumps his fists as the crowd goes into a frenzy.] OA: Infinite Justice are working as a cohesive unitŠ they are working together and doing it the right way taking advantage of how off Echo and Cardiac are. CC: That's exactly it yah know. OA: Yeah, I know. [Washington points to the top and begins his ascend, with Cardiac laying out cold Washington sets himself on top andŠ <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <><> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <><> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: 50 STAR SPLASH CONNECTSŠ. THE COVERŠ.. ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: IT'S OVER!! INFINITE JUSTICE HAVE DONE IT!! THEY'VE KEPT THE NATIVE AMERICAN DEATH MASK!! [Revere comes in the ring and holds up Washington as they celebrate the win. "The Stars and Stripes Forever" begins booming over the arena's sound system!] FRANCINE: Here are your winners Š ["The Stars and Stripes Forever" booms over the arena's sound system!] I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! [Revere looks at Echo who slides back in the ring, Revere heads to the outside and grabs the mask, he slides back in the ring and without hesistation holds it out for Echo Dare to take and he does.] [Massive CROWD POP!!] OA: Infinite Justice has returned the mask! Washington and Revere doing what is right.. and not what's for the greater good! [Revere holds out his hand as Echo accepts, they shakeŠ Washington does the same and they shake as well. All three men hoists their hands up together as the crowd applauds.] OA: In a profession like this you RARELY see thatŠ what a moment here in the I- SlashŠ a true sign of sportsmanship, it's too bad Cardiac couldn't be the same way! [Revere and Washington smile and shake hands with Echo as they leave the ringŠ] "THUMP!!" OA: OH COME ON! CARDIAC FROM THE BACK ON HIS OWN DAMN PARTNERŠ HE NAILED HIM WITH THAT BOOK RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! CC: Cardiac is a man possessed. OA: Cardiac is picking up the maskŠ and finally has it back in his possession. He is now laying the boots to the back of his tag partner, is it worth itŠ is it? You disgusting excuse for a human being.. you choose a friggin' mask over a friend.. you made a real good choice there you sicko! CC: Infinite Justice has no clue what's going onŠ wait a minuteŠ. That's MackŠ that's HadesŠ. They're coming to join the partyŠ [As Hades and Mack run pass Infinite Justice and join in on the attack on Echo Dare, Washington and Revere turn around to look at the ring, they look at each other and immediately dart towards the ring as the crowd pops heavily.] OA: INFINITE JUSTICE IS COMING BACK TO THE PARTY! [Washington and Revere hit the ring and immediately begin hitting Mack and Hades with double dropkicks and double back body drops, one each for the both of them! As Cardiac hits Washington from the back, out runs Cooper Concrete.] OA: COOPER? CC: Shouldn't he be concerned about his match tomorrow!? OA: He's concerned about his stable matesŠ he's concerned about Infinite JusticeŠ [Indeed he is, Cardiac turns around and is his by a clothesline that sends him over the top rope. Echo and Revere do the same to Mack and Hades. Cooper, Echo Dare and Infinite Justice stand together as the rest of the man retreat to the back. The four celebrate in the ring.] OA: What a show of unityŠ [Cut abruptly to the smoking remains of a broken monitor. As the camera begins to pan back it reveals what appears to be the remnants of an office. A mahogany desk, shattered into a handful of pieces, sits in the center of the room flanked by countless papers and documents, scattered among the debris.] CC: What in the hell? What are we looking at? OA: It looks like some type of WARZONE! [The camera continues to pan around the room until it falls upon the cream colored skin of a pair of legs curled up in a black leather chair. The follows the legs up to expose none other than the tattooed frame of Sierra Hayes!] CC: I know where that is!! That's Nelson office! OA: How do you know that? CC: I know that chair ANYWHERE!! [Sierra sits serenely within the plush confines of the chair, merely smiling and watching something in the corner of the room.] SH: He's scared of us. I could see it in his eyes. Who wouldn't be anyway? Everyone in the world knows better than to cross us. He KNOWS how big of a mistake he mad-- "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!" [A white and purple vase flies in Sierra's direction, narrowly missing her and exploding into a million pieces, causing her to cower in fear. After a few moments she jumps up, eyes full of fire, and teeth gritted in pure rage.] SH: HEY!! YOU ALMOST HIT ME!!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROB-- [A massive hand shoots from off camera, locking on to her throat, reducing her screams to mere whispers. Suddenly the single eye patched face of "Bad Eye" McBaine draws near to her squirming face.] McB: My problem is that I was PROMISED by a certain little tag along that I would have my run of this federation. I was GUARANTEED that as long as I remained the final man standing in the rumble that I would have MY pick of numbers for this rumble. I was ASSURED beyond a REASONABLE DOUBT that once I entered this federation, the seas would part and the mountains would fall to my feet in order to please me with what I desire from this place· [McBaine leans in closer to Sierra's face, who is now a purplish red, lungs begging for air.] McB: And as I stand here within this very moment. NONE of it has occurred yet. Matches that I have won have been stolen from me. Men who have chased me for months, offering the world to me have now exposed their two-faced ideals. AND you dare to ask, "What is my problem?" [McBaine yanks her stifled face even closer to his own so that they are barely an inch apart.] McB: I believe that you have BIGGER problems to worry about. namely your own survival if I do not obtain the respect from this federation that I deserve. Is that understood? [Sierra weakly attempts to nod, McBaineβs massive paw still gripped around her throat. With a look of disgust McBaine shoves her back down on to the leather couch and walks off. Sierra watches him the entire time, clinging to her freed neck, a vengeful look in her eye.] SH: I'll get you want you deserve. All of it. [Cut.] OA: My God, McBaine and Sierra Hayes are on the HUNT for Brian Nelson, and it looks like a hurricane blew through his office! CC: Nelson better not even be IN the building 'cause McBaine is turning this whole arena inside out! He should've left well enough alone. He just should've let McBaine have the draw. OA: McBaine did win, regardless of whether he earned it or not, but Nelson's hands were tied. He did what he had to do even if it meant breaking his word, which we know hasn't been worth much in the past. CC: I've always found him to be a real stand up guy, but something's softened him. Maybe it's the possibility of losing the I-Slash. I don't know, but the last thing you want to be with McBaine huffing down your neck is SOFT! All the easier to tear you apart. OA: Speaking of being torn apart, that's what's just about to happen to the First Union Center. We're about to see a SEVEN FACES OF DEATH match for the intercontinental title! CC: Holy God, Ambrose, do you realize what we're about to see? Neither one of these men, or the people who witness this, are ever going to be the same. OA: Let me just brief everyone on the stipulations of this match. The winner will the first man to accomplish all SEVEN of the following, from which the name of this match derives. You must a secure a pinfall AND submission over your opponent. You must put your opponent through a table AND a flaming a table. CC: That's four. OA: You must use one of the barbed wire planks you see provided at ringside. CC: Five. OA: And to top it off, you must land five unanswered chair shots and TEN unanswered singapore cane shots. CC: Lucky seven! OA: In no particular order, mind you. It's a tall order, but with the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Title on the line, both Pietka and Storm I KNOW are up to the task. ooo==================ooo==================ooo IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka vs. Trevor Storm ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo SEVEN FACES OF DEATH ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is a SEVEN FACES OF DEATH match! [POP!!] FRANCINE: It is for the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! [A howling wind begins to blow across the PA system. Regardless of the realism of the sound, a hushed chill goes through the crowd.] ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!!!" [SUPER WE LOVE THE DEVIL POP!!!!!] [Fire erupts on the stage, sending plums of smoke into the air.] #I'm a man of wealth and taste# #I've been around for a long, long year# #Stole many a man's soul and faith# FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Greensboro, North Carolina ... standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 248 pounds ... he is the challenger ... #I rode a tank# #Held a general's rank# #When the blitzkrieg raged# #And the bodies stank# T R E V O R S T O R M ! ! ! [GET TO YO FEET PIZZZZOPPPP!] [The curtains atop the ramp are violently thrown aside and standing in the shadows, silouetted by the fierce lighting, is the previous revolution, the previous anti-christ, the previous monster.] #Pleased to meet you# #Hope you guess my name, oh yeah# #Ah, what's puzzling you# #Is the nature of my game, oh yeah# [Storm steps out onto the ramp to a standing ovation. His long black hair falling down his back. His upper body is bare, except for a few small red prints on his chest from the staple marks from last week. His lower half is covered in loose fitting khaki pants and his feet are sporting a pair of black boots. Storm takes in the cheers somewhat relunctantly and then begins the big trip.] # watched with glee# #While your kings and queens# #Fought for ten decades# #For the gods they made# [Storm walks down the center of the walk-way just out of range for all of the begging 10 year-olds hoping he'll make their day and dole out some high-fives. Storm doesn't. Instead, he just crawls in beneath the ropes, makes his way to his cornerŠ.and waits.] FRANCINE: His opponent Š [The I-Sore starts playing a scene from Army of Darkness, where Ash has just climbed out of the pit with his 'boomstick'Š but it's not Ash in front of the scared and huddled massesŠ it's "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka. And that's no 'boomstick' he's hoisting into the air. It's the Broomstick of Unimaginable PainŠ] PIETKA: See this? THISŠ is my BROOMSTICK! [The music kicks in at the high-point of Texas Faggott's "Back To Mad"(that's the 47-second mark, folks), and the crowd reacts in its own way. In the entryway, the crowd pops/boos/"whatever it is that semi- normal humans do" when the man walks into view. The mullet of long black hairŠ the ever-so-crazed lookŠ and his new-found "ThisŠ is my BrOOMSTICK" T-shirtŠ the I-Slash IC Belt around his waist and the Broomstick of Unimaginable Pain in his hand.] FRANCINE: Š hailing from Coral Springs, FloridaŠ standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 170 pounds Š He is the Great American Anti-Hero, The Hardcore Godsend, and the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION Š "H E A V Y M E N T A L" D A V E P I E T K A ! ! ! [Pietka strides down the ring, grinning ear to ear as he gets closer and closer. He bounces a little, the rhythm of the techno getting into his mind. The Heavy Mental One then stopsŠ and presents himself to the crowd, a mixture of love and hate and hateful love from his "fans". Pietka then looks to the ringŠ a focused look on his faceŠ and then SPRINTS LIKE THE DEVILŠ] DING! DING! OA: And we are underway. Both men, clean and blood free now, I can assure you that by the end that will not last. CC: Let's get the blood flowing already! [Both men circle each other, skeptical to make the initial rush. Realizing that so much is at stake, neither wanting to make the first error, they circleŠand at the same time, they lock up.] OA: Storm with the obvious size advantage pins Pietka into the corner. CC: Pietka's not gonna like this!!! "SMACK!!!" "WOOOOOAHHHHHHH!!!" OA: Knife edge chop across the chest!!! CC: That'll leave you all red chested, if red chested is a word. [Storm, staggers Pietka with a hard right hand, the force driving Pietka's body up into the air, before landing hard in the corner. Trevor grabs Pietka around the waist and hoists him up to the top turnbuckle, squares him up, and plants a right on his chin, Pietka, throws a retaliatory shot that is easly blocked, and Storm plants another rightŠ] OA: PIETKA FALLS FROM THE TOP ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE AND LANDS HARD ON THE MAT!!! CC: Brilliant defensive move by Pietka, to fall away from Storm's punches like that. OA: Yeah, sure. [Pietka, grabbing at the back of his head, staggers to his feet. Storm, on the apron, waits for Pietka to turn and dives at him with a clothesline that sends Pietka crashing back to the mat. Storm climbs ontop of him, his knees pinning Dave's arms down, and he's barraging him with rights and lefts, blood trickles down out of Pietka's nose.] CC: Come on, Dave-o! Don't let this bum take it to you like this! OA: I don't think that's going to help Pietka here tonight. Storm picks up Pietka and irish whips him into the guardrail, Storm charges andŠ CC: Look out, folks!!! "CRASH!!!!" [At the last moment Pietka ducks, backdropping Storm over the guardrail and into the crowd. The fans scatter, leaving their chairs to cushion the fall of Storm. Pietka, sensing an opportunity climbs over the guardrail and yanks Storm to his feet, slamming him into the guardrail.] OA: Pietka hurls Storm into the guardrail a total of three times, before dumping him back over the guardrail. CC: Dave is gonna make him pay for all those cheap shots now! OA: Those punches are within the rules. CC: Not in my book they aren't. [Pietka throws Storm back into the ringside area, he climbs back over as well, bringing an chair with him.] CC: Some fan is NOT gonna be happy! Pietka just took his seat! [Pietka brings the chair up andŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.brings it back down across the kneeling head of Storm.] OA: That's one, four more and he's got the first goal accomplished. CC: And then it's just a matter of time before he finishes off that bloke, Storm. [Pietka brings hoists Storm back up to his feet by his head and throws a boot to the groin, doubling over Storm. He winds up again andŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.a shot to the back of Storm's head that sends him crumbling to the mat. Storm's arms dart up, reflexively grabbing the back of his head. Pietka, wipes the trickles of blood off his nose, enraged he raises the chair back third timeŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.and again brings it down upon the back of Storm's head.] CC: That's three to the head for Pietka!!! Two more to go!!! OA: Please keep in mind, one of the goals in a Seven Faces of Death match is five uninterupted chair shots. Pietka is at three, with two more to go. CC: For those of you slow at match, at home. HERE COMES NUMBER FOUR!!! "CRACK!!!!!" [Chair shot number four falls upon the unconcious Storm's back. There isn't a lot of a reaction from his motionless body, indicating he is out.] OA: Pietka is really taking his time here, seemingly enjoying the punishment he is administering to Trevor Storm. CC: I'd enjoy administering a beating like to to Storm too. Who wouldn't?! OA: Me for starters. CC: Yeah right! OA: Pietka grabs and unconcious Storm and yanks him to his feet. Pietka may be able to get a few of his goals accomplished with Storm in this state. [Pietka props Storm up, pinning him against the metal ringpost before bringing the chair up into the air, and right in front of Storm's faceŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.a swift palm strike into the chair, driving it directly into Storm's face.] CC: STEEL PORTRAIT OF AN ASSHAT!!! [ding ding ding] FRANCINE: Dave Pietka has succefully landed five chair shots, he has accomplished his first goal. OA: Pietka didn't even wait for FRANCINE to finish spitting out the fact that he's 1/7th of the way towards victory. He hooks the leg for the cover. CC: This'll be number TWO!!! One!!! Two!!! OA: STORM GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! Pietka rolled him into the ring for the pinfall but didn't take him far enough away from the corner, and Storm took advantage. CC: Calm down, Adams. In case you missed it, he's still been knocked ten days back in time with those chair shots. And, it looks like those chair shots opened up a pretty nasty gash on his forehead. [The camera pans in, and reveals a nasty gash, slicing diagnoally down the middle of his forehead. Blood pouring out, and it's interupted with a hard boot to the gash from Pietka.] OA: The champion, in dominating form here early after a quick start by Storm, he picks up the challenger and whips him into the corner! CC: No! OA: HARD REVERSE BY STORM! PIETKA HIT THE CORNER STERNUM FIRST!! [Pietka staggers backwards, the wind knocked out of him from the force and Storm, still out of it, out of instinct grabs a staggering Pietka around the head and lifts backwardsŠ] OA: Beautiful reverse suplex by Storm. CC: Both men slow up. OA: Storm rolls over, touching the cut on his forehead, pressing down for a moment, trying to control the flow of blood. CC: I think that's pointless with what we've got left. OA: I think I'd have to agree with you there. [Storm rises just before Pietka and nearly decapitates him with a short armed clothesline, he doesn't let go of Pietka's arm, dragging him back to his feet, and repeats the process a third and forth time. Still holding the arm, as Pietka lays on the mat, Pietka drops an elbow across Pietka's shoulder.] CC: Pietka's getting throttled now! Literally! Storm has his hands around Dave's throat and he's just choking away!!! OA: Storm, hoists Pietka to his feet by his throat and lifts him up high off the mat. [Storm with one swift motion tosses Pietka over the top ropes, his body flying andŠ "CLANG!!!" Š.he plows into the guardrail on landing. Storm, sensing his gain in momentum climbs to the top ropes from inside the ring and leaps with his fists clenched together.] OA: Pietka turns and punches Storm in the gut as he attempted a top rope Double- axe handle to the outside. CC: Pietka hooks his arm around Storm's head.. OA: HE'S GOING TO TRY AND SUPLEX HIM THROUGH THE TABLE AND TAKE A 2 TO 0 LEAD!!! [Pietka lifts, Storm's feet kicking attempting to block the moveŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.and he does.] OA: STORM WITH THE REVERSE!!! INTO A FACE FIRST SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!!! CC: We're tied at one. All because of dumb gravity. It's not Pietka's fault he can't lift that lardass Storm! OA: Storm is in top of the line shape, Cordell. [ding ding ding] FRANCINE: Trevor Storm has accomplished his first goal, driving Dave Pietka through the table. Each man has 6 to go. [Storm, not one to mince words, picks up Pietka high over his head and drops him throat first across the guardrail. Pietka, grabbing at his throat staggers away, reaching down onto the table next to him and grabbing the barbed wire plank.] CC: Pietka with that Barbed Wire plank! He swings at StormŠ OA: Storm ducks! He brings his boot to the arm of Pietka, kicking the barbed wire plank all the way up and over the top ropes back into the ringŠ [Pietka, stunned by the kick to the arm, doesn't even have time to react as Pietka buries a right hand intot he jaw of the champion. Nothing fancy about it, as Pietka responds with a palm thrust to the cheekbone, met with another right from Storm. His size creating a greater impact, crumbling Pietka first. To make sure he maintains advantage, he drives a knee into the gut of Pietka, doubling him over.] OA: Pietka doubled over!!! Storm reaches down to the ground and picks up the chair that Pietka dented over his head earlier!!! [Crowd pop!!!] OA: These people can't wait to see this chair bent over another man's skull!!! CC: Storm betting look out!!! Pietka is rising!!! OA: STORM RAISES THE CHAIR ANDŠ "CRACK!!!!!" [Crowd gasps.] "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" CC: RIGHT BELOW PIETKA WAS THE BROOMSTICK OF UNIMAGINABLE PAIN!!! HE RAISES IT BETWEEN STORM'S LEGS BEFORE HE COULD COME DOWN WITH THE CHAIRSHOT!!! OA: Pietka, nine shots in, the last head a barrage of shots to the head and back is trying to convince the official that it counts as a singapore cane, which it pretty much is, and the official gives it the nod. [Pietka can be heard screaming at a staggered Storm "THISŠ is my BROOMSTICK". Upon finishing the "k" in "broomstick" Pietka raises back his Broomstick of Unimaginable Pain and brings it down with as much pressure as he can, causing a gasp to be exerted from the mouths of the viewers, as Storm crumples to the mat in a heap.] "CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" CC: I THINK HE TOOK HIS HEAD OFF WITH NUMBER TEN!!! OA: PIETKA SWUNG THE SINGAPORE CANE BASEBALL BAT STYLE!!! Storm's head literally shot back when he was hit, let's take another look.] [The tape shows Pietka, slow motion, pulling back and unloading, sweat and blood mixing together in mid air, as piles of each splatter off the face of Storm as the singapore cane laced with fish hooks meets it's surface, his skin shards as he crumples to the mat, even Pietka seems shocked by the force he nailed him with.] CC: I don't think I've seen anything that sick in a long time. OA: I think I can safely second that. CC: But give it time, the night is young. DING! DING! FRANCINE: Dave Pietka takes a 2 to 1 lead, having accomplished 2 of his feats. OA: That must be music to Pietka's ears, five more accomplishments and he retains his title. CC: But not to Storm's! Pietka kicked him and hit his head, square on his ear. [Pietka takes another table ringside and throws it into the ring. Rolling in after it. Storm is in the middle of the ring, and Pietka attempts the coverŠ] One!!! Two!!! Three!!! [MEGA-crowd pop!!!] OA: HE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES AGAIN!!! CC: Pietka can't believe it, I can't believe it, these fans can't believe it!!! Not after those shots to the head. [Pietka, picks up Storm, he hooks his arm around his head, and he hooks the leg, lifting him over himself and dropping him down.] OA: Fisherman brainbuster!!! He's holding the hooked leg for the pin!!! CC: Mark it down! 3 to 1!!! One!!! Two!!! [Another MEGA-pop.] CC: How the hell did he do it again!?!?! OA: Storm with the kickout. Pietka is trying to keep his cool, he grabs Storm and picks him up, kick to the gutŠ [Šexcept, it never lands, Storm holds onto the foot and Pietka leaps for an enziguiriŠthat never lands, Storm ducked, causing Pietka to land on one foot, facing away from Storm who grabs him from behind aroudn the waist. Unloading him backwards over his head.] OA: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX BY STORM!!! HE SITS UP, HE SITS UP!!! CC: Uh oh, the look in his eyes say it all. He's out for blood!!! [But where to turn to? The table laying in the ring? No. His eyes pan around and lock on the one object that with, with great certainty create massive volumes of blood.] OA: STORM CRAWLS OVER AND GRABS THE BARBED WIRE-PLANK!!! CC: This match is about to go from bloody to bloodier. OA: Get the tarp on the canvas ready! Storm is just waiting for Pietka to rise. [Which he does, and he's going to forever which he didn't. His frame rises, and the barbed wire wrapped wooden plank is the first thing he seesŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.splinters of wood fly through the air as the barbed wire latches itself onto his face, tearing the skin as it's pulled away by Storm. Pietka goes to crumble to the mat, but has no change as Storm puts his head between his legs and lifts. Rushing forward before releasing the hold.] OA: FIRST THE SHOT TO THE FACE, THEN A FRICKIN' LIGER BOMB!!! ONE OF THESE MEN IS GONNA KILL THE OTHER!!! [Storm, after landing the running powerbomb, keeps the hold, looking for the pin.] One! Two! Š.HOLY CRAP!!! CC: ___HE KICKED OUT___!!! OA: Pietka kicked out. We're knotted at two though, from the barbed wire plank. CC: I am stunned! DING! DING! FRANCINE: Trevor Storm has tied the match at 2 apiece! [Crowd pops!] [Storm, looks down at Pietka, both men's face torn up, a strand of barbed wire, still stuck to Pietka's face, is pulled off by Storm as he lifts Pietka to his feet and sends him off the ropes, lifting him for a tilt-a-whirl slam. Pietka, mid flip, repositions his body, grabbing Storm around the head, and using the momentum to land a nasty God DAMN DDT!] OA: _____GOD DAMN DDT______!!! CC: PIETKA'S JUST GOTTA ROLL OVER FOR THE COVER NOW!!! [Both men lay motionless on the mat. Blood stains the path to each other's exhausted and worn bodies. Pietka is the first to move, moments pass, as he crawls to his knees, and slumps down ontop of Storm. But has too much time passed.] One! Two! [The roof nearly blows off the arena!!!] CC: NO WAY! NO FRICKIN' WAY! OA: TREVOR STORM AT 2 AND 9/10THS KICKED OUT!!! CC: Look at Dave, he's too hurt to even dwell on it. [Pietka, rolls out of the ring, he swipes the blood out of his face and reaches under the ringŠ] OA: What's he looking for? [Šand pulls out a ladder. He tosses the ladder into the ring, the frame crashing down hard on the mat. And before re-entering the ring, grabs a can of lighter fluid from the ringside table.] CC: SOMETHING IS ABOUT TO BURN!!! OA: Pietka, obviously frustrated that he hasn't been able to pin Storm yet, is looking to make sure this one puts him down it appears. [Pietka stands up the ladder in the corner of the ring, he then looks up at the top, 15 feet in the air, and walks across the ring, standing up the table he had thrown in earlier. Storm, rising to his feet, is scooped up by Pietka and slammed on the table, cracking it, but not breaking it. He douses the table in lighter fluid and flicks a lighter, dropping it on the table.] "WWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!" OA: The table is in flames, the ladder is propped up in the corner, TREVOR STORM IS LAYING ON A BURNING TABLE, and I don't know what's next!!! CC: I do, pain and discomfort for both men. OA: THIS IS TOO MUCH!!! STORM COULD GET KILLED!!! [But Pietka isn't going to listen to reason right now. He climbs up the ladder in the corner, stopping every few feet to look down at the table, the flames starting to grow around the frame of Storm, he tries to move off the table but can't. Pietka reaches the top, he rises, balancing himself on the top of the ladder, the ladder shaking but not falling, the cameras at ringside flash and he leapsŠ "CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" [The table breaks, under the weight of the 450 splash from the top of the ladder through the burning table. And neither man moves. Ashes fly around their bodies, the only signs of life are their chests moving up and down as they gasp for air from the force of the blow.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: ____OH_____Š.____MY____Š._____GOD______!!! CC: 450 SPLASH FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!!\ OA: You know how I said it couldn't get sicker? CC: Yeah? OA: I just changed my mind. CC: I agree, both these men are coming out of tonight as changed men. DING! DING! FRANCINE: Dave Pietka has taken a 3 to 2 lead! [Pietka's body, slowly turns, and his arm, with it's last ounce of effort drapes itself across the chest of Trevor Storm. One! Two! Three! OA: NOBODY is kicking out of that one! CC: More importantly, Dave Pietka, the champ, just took a 4 to 2 lead here. OA: I'm sorry, Cordell, I'm still in shock over what we've just seen here. How could either of these guys continue. [Pietka, using the ropes, begins to rise. He slowly comes to his feet, leaning on the ropes for support. And thenŠthe crowd comes to lifeŠas Trevor Storm, reaching down deep inside, pulls himself to his feet, ash cloaking both wrestlers, and he slumps into the corner on the far side of the ring away from PietkaŠand sticks out his index finger in Pietka's direction.] OA: Good lord! If these men can stand up from that, I don't know what it'll take to end this one! CC: I think a bomb. Can we get the bomb squad in here? OA: You may be right. CC: NoŠI'm serious, get the bomb squad in here now. [Storm charges. Pietka, too weak to move, sinks further into the ropes, and gets speared between the second and third ropes, both men rolling to the outside.] CC: Back on the outside!! OA: Storm, I don't know how, but he appears to have found a fifteenth wind. CC: Apparently so! [Storm, resting on the chest of Pietka, flows him with right forearms, his left hand pulling Pietka's face into the punches, blood smearing on his left arm. Pietka puts up his hands to fight, but can't, Storm too much bigger, too much strength, so he drops his hand and taps out.] DING! DING! FRANCINE: Trevor Storm is now down 3 to 4, picking up a decision via submission. CC: Absolutely brilliant, he's got the lead, so he gives up one to save his body some more damage. OA: Pietka with a very tactical move, let's just hope giving up one fall doesn't hurt him in the end. CC: Are you kidding me? He's got Storm right where he wants him. [Storm immediately whips Pietka into the steel steps, his legs coming out from under him and he lands on his back on the floor.] CC: WellŠnot exactly where he wants him. OA: Understatement of the night. [Storm, sensing the tide once again turning inh is favor, reaches down, grabbing a chair from ringside, he tosses it to the rising PietkaŠ "CRACK!!!!!" Š.and kicks it into the face of Pietka with a Thrust Kick. He catches the chair before it can even drop to the ground and winds upŠ] "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!" DING! DING! FRANCINE: Trevor Storm has tied the match at 4 apiece! [Crowd popŠnot just Storm either, they pop the efforts of both men thus far.] OA: Pietka is hurt in a bad way!!! CC: Neither man can take much more of this abuse. OA: Hopefully they won't have to, Storm with the coverŠ One! Two! Š.PIETKA, KICKED...OUT!!! [AMAZING crowd pop. Cheering the work of both competitors.] OA: I can't take much more of this. CC: Don't worry, neither can they. [Storm, disappointed, rolls off of Pietka, both men on the outside of the ring, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Storm, rises to a sitting position and reaches next to him, clasping Pietka's Broomstick of Unimaginable Pain.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" CC: I guess his mother never told him to not touch things that don't belong to him!!! OA: It appears not! [Pietka sits up, his eyes widen, as he sees the object which Storm holds, and he covers his faceŠ "CRACK!!!!!!" Š.his forearms, receiving the brunt of the pain, pull back, exposing his faceŠ "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" Š.to five vicious cane shots, his face, already torn, becomes mangled, crimon rolls down his forhead, down his cheeks, and drips onto his chest, his head drops backwards onto the ground, and Storm, seeking redemption, points with the cane between Pietka's legs, drawing a large round of cheers from the crowd as he raises the cane, a crimson mask of honor painted on his face proudlyŠ "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" Š.and drives four cane shots to the groin of Pietka.] DING! DING! FRANCINE: Trevor Storm has taken a five falls to four lead! [Big crowd pop!] OA: TREVOR STORM, JUST PLOWED PIETKA WITH MAYBE THE TEN MOST VICIOUS CANE SHOTS I'VE EVER SEEN! CC: Look at the blood, it's everywhere! Storm is too tired to even move in for the kill! He dropped the cane and is going for the cover. OA: I can't even imagine Pietka kicking out of this. CC: Me neither. The countŠ One! Two! [THE CROWD POPS A "HOLY F**KING SH*T" POP!!!] OA: [sighing] Is this match never going to end! CC: Don't even tell me you're bored. OA: Not at all. I'm concerned that if this goes much further neither man will live to see the Judgement Day Rumble! [Storm, dejected that this last ounce of energy wasn't enough to finish off Pietka, grabs a table and tosses it into the ring. More out of frustration, than necessity, he grabs a 2nd table and hurls it into the ring as well. Meanwhile, behind him, Pietka rises and pushes him from behindŠ "CLANG!!!!" Š.RIGHT INTO THE RINGPOST!!!] CC: Pietka now turns the tides once again!!! He grabs Storm around the waist and piledrives him on the outside, leaving a bloody imprint where his head hit the ground. OA: If this match doesn't end soon, I think the referee is going to have to end it. They don't call it a Seven Faces of Death match for nothing. CC: Stop being such a party pooper. This'll end when these guys are ready for it to. [Which isn't just yet. Pietka rolls Storm into the ring, and crawls over to the corner, using the ropes to pull him to his feet, then to the first turnbuckle, then the second, and all the way up to the top. He leapsŠ "THUD!!!!" Šand connect.] OA: HOLY SH*T! HE JUST NAILED THAT FROG SPLASH!!! CC: Look at Storm and Pietka, both men took the force from that though, they may have cracked ribcages. OA: Pietka hops up to his feet, his left arm clenched tightly at his side from the rib damage done. He grabs one of the tables and props it up in the corner. CC: They should just make two belts, cause both these men deserve this one. [Pietka fires a right into the belly of a rising Storm, followed by a stiff left hand chop, and he whips Storm at the table, but he reversesŠ] OA: REVERSAL BY STORM! BUT THE TABLE DOES NOT BREAK!!! CC: HE CHARGES WITH A SPEAR!!! [..and NOW the table shatters.] OA: PIETKA MOVED!!! PIETKA MOVED!!! CC: STORM JUST SPEARED HIMSELF THROUGH THE TABLE. OA: But Storm wasn't thrown through the table, so it doesn't appear it'll count. CC: OhŠI beg to differŠgo to the replay, you'll see what happened. [Sure enough. The replay confirms Cordell's declaration. Pietka, sidestepping the spear, turns and grabs the pants of Storm, and almost "helping" Storm through the table. Storm, his stomach resting on the 2nd turnbuckle from going through the table and into the corner post, crumbles back into the ring.] OA: God damn, you're right!!! CC: Of course I am. DING! DING! FRANCINE: Dave Pietka has tied the match at five to five! [Crowd pops both these warriors.] OA: AND PIETKA IS WASTING NO TIME!!! HE IS GOING FOR THE PRIDE CHOKER!!! [Pietka behind Storm locks the move on tight and attempts to fall backwards to lock his legs around him to secure the submission, but Storm, more out of reflex, grabs the barbed wire plank and swings it back at PietkaŠ] OA: Sweet lord, that's sick. CC: EwwŠ.even I think that is sick. [Šwho catches it, the barbed wire grinding into his hand, blood dripping down his arm, and he yanks the plank out of Storms hand and brings it back quicklyŠ] "CRACK!!!!!!" OA: PIETKA IS DOWN TO ONE!!! HE'S DOWN TO ONE!!! ALL HE'S GOT LEFT IS TO MAKE STORM SUBMITT!!! THAT HAS TO BE ONE OF THE SICKEST SHOWINGS OF DETERMINATION I'VE EVER SEEN!!! CC: Unfortunately making Storm submit may damn near be impossible. DING! DING! FRANCINE: Dave Pietka takes the 6 to 5 lead! Pietka has one left to go for the win! [ŠThe shot, would make Storm fall, if he wasn't stuck sitting between the 2nd and 3rd ropes. Pietka, sensing victory in hands, looks to secure it. He reaches down to the ground, and pulls up the remaining table Šand sets it up. He pauses, noticing the lighter fluid and zippo in the carnage from before, and picks them up, dousing the table, before flinging the zippoŠ "WWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!" Š.right onto the table.] CC: We have comeŠsoŠfar here tonight. This match, is going to end with the flame it started for one of these men it appears. OA: One of these men, has put their life on the line for the Intercontinental Title. The otherŠhas fought in vein. [Storm pulls himself back into the ring from his perch between the ropes, and Pietka turnsŠ] "THUD!!!!!" OA: PIETKA BOMBER!!! STORM FALLS!!! CC: Unfortunately, so does Pietka. His energy appears to be zapped. OA: Not totally, Cordell, he's crawling to the ladder. [Pietka, begins his accent to the top of the ladderŠhoweverŠthe crowd rises, sensing something special is about to happenŠas Trevor Storm begins climbing the other side of the ladder.] CC: WE HAVE A RACE TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER! OA: But for what. CC: To meet each otherŠto finish each other off! Why the hell else?! OA: Listen to the crowd!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [..Our weary competitors reach the top, and Storm fires first with a hard rightŠPietka retaliatesŠand back and forth they go!!!] OA: LISTEN TO THIS ARENAŠTHESE TWO MEN ARE KILLING EACH OTHER WITH A BARRAGE OF PUNCHES FROM 15 FEET OFF THE MAT, BURNING TABLE BELOW!!! CC: And it ends hereŠat the top of the ladder, the only way fitting! [Šneither man wants to budge. Storm with a right, and it waivers Pietka, he almost falls backwards but holds on, shaking the ladder, shaking their balanceŠbut he fires back, and Storm, does the same, the ladder teetering back and forth and Pietka spins Storm around gingerly by his head, so that his back is to the ladder, his face to the burning table below, 15 feet in the airŠa 15 foot fallŠand a collective gasp from the crowd followed by aŠ "CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Š.and thenŠ "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" Š.the burning table in rubbles, and one man moves in the ashes, rising above the cinders ever so slightly and turns, resting his weight on his opponent.] OA: GOOD LORD!!! _____________THE SOUL WOUND___________________ CC: FROM THE TOP OF THE GOD DAMN LADDER!!! THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE BELOW!!! [Replays show Pietka, reaching over the ladder for the Pride Choker, but with every last ounce of energy Trevor Storm reaches back around Pietka's head, and reverses it into a reverse screwdriver off the top of the ladderŠthrough the burning table below.] OA: STORM IS ON TOP!!! THE COVER!!! THIS WILL MAKE 6 AND 7 FOR HIM!!! WE COULD HAVE A NEW INTERNCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! [MEGA BUST OFF THE ROOF OF THE ARENA POP!!!] DING! DING! DING! OA: LISTEN TO THESE FANS CHEER THESE MEN!!! TREVOR STORM IS THE NEW CHAMPION! CC: And after winning a match like this, you know you'll have to kill him to take that belt off of his waist. FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER ... ... AND ___ NNNEEEWWW ___ IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION ... ["Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns and Roses begins to play over the loudspeakers.] T R E V O R S T O R M ! ! ! OA: TREVOR STORM HAS DONE IT!! THROUGH BLOOD!! THROUGH FIRE!! THROUGH UNIMAGINABLE PAIN, THERE IS YOUR NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, FOR THE SECOND TIME IN HIS SHORT CAREER!! [Storm refuses medical attention, opting to hobble gingerly up the aisle, dragging the IC title beside him Š until collapsing.] OA: Oh no! CC: Storm just made the mistake of trying to walk out of hell on his own power! [He is immediately tended to. The medical staff roll him onto a stretcher, supply oxygen, and place the IC title over his chest before lugging him up the ramp and to the back.] [APPRECIATION POP!!!!!] OA: I have no doubt that Trevor Storm will be okay. That kid has been through so much in his career and come back to learn from it. I'm not so sure what's going through the mind of Pietka right now, however. He has nothing to be ashamed of, though. He's one of the longest reigning champions the I-Slash has ever had and he put his heart and soul into this- [Lights flicker.] CC: Uh oh... OA: I don't know if this was just a blackout, or ... [Well, it's not a blackout.] # AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! # ["Think Not Forever" by Lost Horizon begins to blast over the loudspeakers as the lights go abso-frickin'-lutely crazy, flashing all over the place. Out of the almost strobe-like qualities of the lights, we can see a man walking out of the entrance, storming down to the ring. He's dressed in all-black, from head to toe... and is wearing a mask covering his face.] OA: We saw this man on Trashtalk! He's one of the Big Four! CC: Yeah, but who's he here for, Pietka or Storm? OA: Both of these men just went through a war... CC: Just who is he, anyway? OA: Well, that music does sound familiar... [The man storms into the ring as the lights come up... and we soon find out our answer.] CC: He's got Pietka! OA: Big Four or not, this guy's picking his spots! There's no reason for this! [The masked man lifts up the barely-conscious Pietka, scooping him up for a tilt-a-whirl, but suddenly turns the move into a breathtaking Liger bomb, absolutely planting Pietka in the center of the ring!] CC: Come to think of it, that move does look familiar, doesn't it? OA: I'm completely drawing a blank... [The masked man looks for a microphone, snatching one from FRANCINE.] ???: So... Pietka... how's it feel? [The masked man plants a boot directly into Pietka's ribcage, causing him to rise through the air.] ???: How does it feel... to come face to face with your past? [Suddenly, the man drops the microphone, and unzips the back of the mask... "HO-LY-SH*T!!! HO-LY-SH*T!!!" "HO-LY-SH*T!!! HO-LY-SH*T!!!" "HO-LY-SH*T!!! HO-LY-SH*T!!!" ... to reveal the face of... ] CC & OA: SHANE DESTINY!!! [That's right. Shane Destiny stands over the fallen Dave Pietka.] OA: He REALLY IS one of the Big Four! Shane Destiny... the man who won the last match in EMWC history! The man who retired Macht Kraftwerk! The man who retired the EMWC North American, Television, and Junior Heavyweight titles! He's here... in I-Slash! CC: And God help anyone that gets in his way! OA: But what does he want with Pietka?! [Destiny wastes no time picking the blood-soaked Pietka back up, lifting him up for what looks like an inverted Death Valley Driver... but crosses Pietka's left arm across his throat.] OA: What's he doing now? CC: I've heard about this... it's going to be nasty! [Destiny looks out into the crowd, screaming "F**K YOU!" at the fans who chanted at his arrival... ... leaps into the air... ... jerks downward on Pietka's wrist, causing his body weight to fall backward... "THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ... right onto the very tiptop of his skull.] OA: Dear... dear God... CC: That's the Homicidal Kismet Driver! Dave Pietka, see you at the morgue! OA: Pietka landed on his skull! He could've just been paralyzed by this... this heartless... CC: Yeah, isn't he great! He could've just ended the career of one of I-Slash's longest-reigning champions _ever_ in just two moves! OA: After that match Pietka just had, however! This man just attacked someone that wrestled one of the most dangerous matches ever! I'd like to see Destiny try this on someone at full strength! [Destiny picks up the microphone again, as Pietka lies face-first on the canvas... not moving, not even convulsing.] DESTINY: So... this is I-Slash, hmm? ["YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT THIS IS I-SLASH!" POP!!] DESTINY: Fantastic. This is the great and storied I-Slash... the promotion that many people have came up to me and said was the best wrestling on the planet. Some of the best people in the world call I-Slash home. [Destiny looks around.] DESTINY: And each and every one of them... just like each and every one of you... can kiss my F**king ass! ["OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" pop!] DESTINY: You see, I sat down with the people running this place, and I realized that there were a few little scores that needed to be settled. Scores that have been... bothering me for the last few years. This pile of Sh*t over there, getting helped? [Destiny points to Pietka, who is currently being placed ever-so-gently onto a stretcher by emergency medical technicians.] DESTINY: This man has spent two years bragging to everyone that ever listened to him that he beat me in some little dirthole in New Jersey. This man has banked his career on _my_ name, on _my_ hard work, on _my_ blood, _my_ sweat, _my_ efforts... and, well, it may just be worth signing a contract to this hellhole just to get my hands on him. [Another pause, as Destiny has clearly not made himself the favorite of all the fans out there... and he's loving every minute of it.] DESTINY: Pietka, let's get one thing clear... the man you beat two years ago was some worthless F**king idiot, fresh out of surgery on his knee, and was too busy actually giving a Sh*t about what these people had to think about him. Over the last two years, I've rebuilt myself from the ground up... and I'll be buried in the cold, hard ground before a man like _you_ ever makes a F**king dime off of _my_ good name! [Destiny grins, clearly soaking in the jeers of the crowd.] DESTINY: So... you've come face-to-F**king-face with the man who will bury you. You've come face-to-face with the man that _everyone_ on the I-Slash roster will _learn_ to fear, from top to bottom. You've come face-to-face... with a Trueborn. [Another pause, and the grin grows wider.] DESTINY: And Pietka... I-Slash... I didn't come alone. [Destiny drops the microphone once again, as "Think Not Forever" plays. Destiny storms out of the ring, egging on some of the fans to try and jump the guardrails and fight him.] OA: He's not alone? Does that mean the last remaining member of the Big Four will be joining him? CC: Could be! OA: And what's with this "Trueborn" stuff, anyway?! [Fade in to a television set where we see Kevin Spacey sitting behind a glass window and Kate Winslett sitting on the other side. The voice is on mute as "Hello" by Evanescence plays. As the camera pans back, we see a darkened room with three red candles lit on a table that sits in front of the television. Continuing to pan back we see a little girl sitting in a white dress starring at the television, the girl is sitting on the lap of the I-Slash Champion. Matthew Reason stares at the television as we hear a knock on the door. Angelica gets off Reason's lap and opens the door.... There standing with microphone in hand is Anthony Edwards. Edwards looks at Reason who ignores him and watches the television with the I-Slash title around his waist. ] ANGELICA: Hello Mr. Edwards, you can come in... Matthew was inspecting you. AE: He... he was? ANGELICA: [smiling while nodding] Of course. Right this way... [Angelica takes Edwards by the hand and walks him over to the I-Slash champion, Reason ignore them both. Angelica lets go of Edwards' hand.] ANGELICA: Ok. Here he is Mr. Edwards, I'll be leaving now so you two can talk alone. [Angelica walks out of the room as Reason continues to watch the television.] AE: Matt? Matthew? [Reason continues to ignore Anthony Edwards and watch television with his face covered in anger.] AE: Ladies and Gentlemen, I don't think we'll be hearing from the I-Slash champion anytime soon, he seems to be busy at the moment... [Reason turns to Edwards and slowly stands up. He grabs the title and throws it over his shoulder as he steps up to Edwards.] AE: [nervous laugh] Well... Hello Matthew...!! Sorry to have disturbed you before the biggest match of your entire career... can you just give us a few seconds of your time? [Reason opens his mouth for a slight second only to bite his bottom lip, he stares at Edwards and grabs the microphone out of his hand.] REASON: Research. [Reason slams the microphone into Edwards' chest.] AE: Research? What exactly do you mean by that...? [Reason looks into Edwards and grabs him by the wrist. He pulls him by the wrist and speaks into the microphone.] REASON: Anthony Edwards, I learned years ago that ignorance is bliss. Your questions are meaningless to me, meaningless to this situation. What you are a part of, what we are... is a part of history, it's history Anthony Edwards. I can't tell you how nice it is to be in the middle of it, In a 400 page book, I'm pages 199 to 201... it's unfortunate that I haven't read it over yet cause I don't know exactly what my roll will be. Am I the heavyweight champion who defies all the odds and retains the one thing that has meant so much to him? [pause] Sounds a bit too cliche. Am I the man who will get screwed out of what he rightfully deserves? [Reason walks away and grabs a suitcase from underneith the table and walks back to Edwards.] Or... Or Anthony, am I the one who rips out pages 199 to 201 and rewrites the F**king pages all together? Is it true that happiness is not the destination but the journey that takes you there? It seems that as of late I've been accepted not only as a champion, but as a human being. I've been accepted by my peers, by the fans, by the wrestling world. When I enter arenas, I hear people screaming my name, as if... as if they're glad to see me finally get _THERE_... wherever "there" is. I find it funny how short term memory works, especially in this profession. Do people seem to forget that it was this champion that tried to kill Gunnar Gaines and came within inches from doing so? Do these people forget that it was me who took Billy Rock and laid him in a bathtub of his own blood? We choose to remember what we want... well remember this... I was the one who used fishing line on the former owner of this company Chris Jurkschat, do you remember that? Do you remember I put Gunnar Gaines and tied him in a barb wire noose? Rick Baptist, the man these people hate cause he's trying to destory this company is still my best friend.... Did you think just cause the camera doesn't see us together that we don't communicate? How Neive. Do you guys remember that I took the younger brother of Justin Arcola, manipulated him and left him at the mercy of his own brother? How soon do we forget... I've always enjoyed the works of Ted Bundy, of Jeffrey Dahmer.... of John Wayne Gacy... I guess you people support them too, sure... they stole, raped and killed... but that was _YEARS_ ago, who remembers that? For those with short term memory, let's focus on the present. _I_... _I_ am the current I-Slash champion, I captured this title by stappling Paul Kiljoy's balls to his legs.... [pause] by whatever means necessary... Tonight... tomorrow night.. .and the night after that... three days where the world of wrestling will be turned upside down and inside out... [Reason turns to stare at the televsion.] The life of David Gale... [pause] Research Anthony...... Research. [Reason turns and stares at the television as the camera fades to black.] CC: What the hell is he researching in a Kevin Spacey movie? How to flush your career down the toilet? I'd say he did that when he bit the hand that was feeding him and stapled Kiljoy's sac to his thigh. OA: There's no trying to figure out Matthew Reason, but whatever he's doing it's been working. You know, I can't believe what an incredible night it's been already! CC: And everything you've seen up until now...it's just gonna get even better from here! OA: We've got the first of three matches that will determine an undisputed, unified IWF/WOW and EWA champion! And you could not ask for a better matchup to kick things off than this one! CC: It'll be the former EWA and EMWC Champion, Steve Spector, taking on the three-time I-Slash and the current EWA Champion, "Epic" Eric Travers! Two techical wizards; two ring generals! This is a by _anyone's_ measure a dream match! OA: The last time we saw these two men in the ring together was at In Cold Blood; they competed along with "The Shocker" Mack Ensassarol in a 45-minute Ironman Match that was easily one of the best matches of the year! And you can bet Travers wants to repeat his winning performance! CC: No doubt about it. This is by far the biggest night of Travers' career, bar none. He sees this unification tournament as the opportunity of a lifetime. Imagine being the I-Slash champion while the likes of Caleb Temple, Jeff Matthews, Bad Eye McBaine, Steve Spector, and Brody Thunder are in the organization! A win for Travers tonight will take him one step closer to immortality! OA: Let's head down to ringside! ooo==================ooo==================ooo EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo "Epic" Eric Travers vs. Steve Spector ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! [POP!!!] [The opening drumbeat to "Richochet" by Faith No More begins to play over the PA as most of the crowd murmurs in confusion. However, to the fans in the crowd that have followed wrestling for a long time, they start cheering for the first ever theme song of Steve Spector.] # All of that thick time without you... # has made me so thick and drunk... # and it's okay to laugh about it.. # I said, "It's okay to laugh about it.. [FRANCINE, along with most of the fans, is slightly confused as nobody's come out yet.] # Runnin' twice as fast to stay in the same place... # Don't catch my breath 'til the end of the day.. [A shadow appears at the top of the ramp as the crowd starts to murmur more in appreciation.] # And I'd rather be shot in the face.. # Than hear what you're gonna say... * BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!* [The crowd roars as the shadow is gone following the explosion of blue and white fireworks, replaced by the form of Steve Spector.] # One day the wind will come up! # And you'll come up empty again.. # And who'll be laughin' then? # You'll come up empty again.. # There's no reason.. no explanation.. so play the violins.. [FRANCINE finally decides it's time to announce Spector as he heads to the ring.] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Carteret, New Jersey Š standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in tonight at 226 pounds ... he is the challenger ... S T E V E S P E C T O R ! ! ! # it's always funny until someone gets hurt.. # and then it's just hilarious.. # it's always funny until someone gets hurt.. # and then it's just HILARIOUS! [Spector approaches the ringside, and climbs on the apron. He vaults himself over the top rope into the ring. Spector's wearing his old school blue and white pant length wrestling tights, with the white being in the pattern of a dragon like on his current gear.] OA: Check this out! Spector coming out with his VINTAGE introduction and wrestling gear! # You beat me everytime you blink # If only I did not have to think # Think about you crackin' a smile # Think about you all the while.. [The song starts to fade as the chours starts up again. Spector makes his way to the corner, and stretches out against the ropes, awaiting his opponent.] FRANCINE: His opponent .. [James Vandenbush appears and quickly makes his way to the ring. He climbs through the ropes, and walks over to FRANCINE who offers the mic. Vandenbush bows in thanks and then takes the mic. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a gold coloured vest and bow tie. Vandenbush faces the main camera and beams.] JAMES VANDENBUSH: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! [POP!] JAMES VANDENBUSH: Welcome to the THE FIRST UNION CENTRE; here in beautiful Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, is for the EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD, and it is tonight's MAIN EVENT!!! [TRADEMARK AND HOMETOWN POP!!!!] JAMES VANDENBUSH: This bout is brought to you by your UNdisputed, UNdefeated, KING OF BEEEEEEERS, BUDWEISER!! [The lights in the arena fade to complete darkness and the crowd erupts in a loud pop as the version of "Sad But True" from Metallica's S&M album begins to blast through the sound system.] JAMES VANDENBUSH: Accompanied to the ring by the intoxicating Tricia Lane ... From Toronto, Ontario ... He stands 6 feet, 2 inches tall, and weighs in at 267 pounds ... A man recognized the world over as the greatest IWF/WOW Heavyweight Champion of ALL TIME!! ... He is the most talented ... The best looking, and most charismatic superstar in the history of professional wrestling!! He is a THREE TIME former I SLASH HEAVYWEIGHT ... CHAMPION!!! ... The longest reigning EWA Heavyweight Champion of all time!!! ... The record holder for longest title reign by a wrestler under contract to the IWF/WOW!!! ... I give you the ONE... The ONLY ... THE LEGENDARY ... THE UNBEATABLE!! EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORRRRLLLLLLD!!! "E P I C" E R I C T R A V E R S ! ! ! [The crowd reacts loudly again and then there's yet another surge of energy as Tricia Lane steps through the curtain, followed immediately by Eric Travers. Something immediately looks different as Tricia Lane is wearing a tight fitting _black_ sequined dress, and black heels. Her auburn hair is stylishly tied up. And for the first time in two years, a deadly serious looking Eric Travers is wearing his black wrestling gear, consisting of black trunks with "Do the Dew" across the back, black Nike wrestling boots, black knee pads with the Oakley O on them and black elbow pads with the Maxim Magazine logo on the tips. Travers has dark blond hair, no facial hair, and no distinguishing marks on his body. Travers also wears his black personalized Nike t-shirt, and a pair of Platinum Oakley C Wires with Gold lenses. The camera isolates on Travers, and in all four corners of the screen appear Travers' endorsers. In the top left corner is Oakley's logo, with the words "Half Art. Half Science." and a reference to www.oakley.com . In the top right is the Mountain Dew logo with the Do the Dew logo, and www.mountaindew.com . In the bottom left is the Nike Swoosh, with www.nike.com/canada . And in the bottom right is the Maxim logo, of course with www.maximonline.com accompanying.] CC: What the heck is with that black gear? Travers ALWAYS wears gold. OA: I can only assume, judging by Vandenbush's unbeatable comment, and by Travers' colours that he has returned to something that the I-Slash has not seen since Egos and Icons 2001. CC: What the hell are you babbling about? OA: Well, I watched a few tapes this past week to refresh my memory of some of the history of this enormous event, and there used to be a saying that went along with Eric Travers' mystique... CC: And what was that? OA: In gold he's Epic... in black... he's unbeatable! CC: Was it true? OA: Very. CC: Cool, cause I hate Spector. OA: [With enthusiasm] Tonight, Eric Travers is brought to you by Oakley, Half Art, Half Science! By Nike Canada who encourage you to ... JUST DO IT! By Mountain Dew! _Do the Dew_. And by Maxim Magazine, The Best Thing To Happen To Men, Since WOMEN! [Tricia Lane makes her way down the ramp and Travers follows. Travers, uncustomarily ignores the fans, focusing on the walk to the ring and nothing else. Lane climbs the steps, and is followed by Travers. Travers holds the ropes open for Lane, and then climbs in himself. Travers heads for the far corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms high in the air, eliciting a very loud cheer from the crowd. Travers removes his shirt and throws it into the crowd, then jumps down and walks over to Lane. Travers faces the main camera and wraps his arm around Lane's shoulder, pulling her in close and she puts her right arm across his abdomen. Lane then puts her head on Travers chest and Travers raises his left arm as some gold pyrotechnics explode behind them. The lights fade back on, and Travers warms up in the corner looking ever so serious.] OA: I have never in my time here seen Travers looking THIS focused... CC: I hope this means he's gonna rip Spector's head right off his shoulders, did I mention I hate Spector? OA: Yes. CC: Good, because I want that to be clear. DING! DING! OA: AND HERE WE GO! THE MATCH TO DETERMINE WHO WILL BE THE LAST-EVER EWA CHAMPION IS UNDERWAY! CC: Expect a feeling out process here to start things off! OA: COLLAR-AND-ELBOW TIE-UP! Travers and Spector jockeying for position...Spector trying to get leverage from underneath...Travers using his size and strength...trying to force Spector to his knees...Spector with a go- behind...into a waistlock! The Epic One sits out...SIDE HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN! Floats it into a hammerlock...Spector sits out...counters with the front chancre...into the half-nelson...head scissors counter by Travers! Spector kicks him off! Both men to their feet...LEG SWEEP BY TRAVERS! QUICK PIN! Spector kicks out at 1! Spector up...SWEEPS TRAVERS! _SPECTOR_ WITH A QUICK PIN! _TRAVERS_ KICKS OUT! SPECTOR WITH A DOUBLE LEG TRIP! ROLLOVER PIN! One! Two! TRAVERS BRIDGES UP! CC: What _finesse_! OA: Travers with the rotation...INTO A BACKSLIDE PIN! One! Two! SPECTOR KICKS OUT! [The crowd pops for the opening exchange!] CC: We expected this to be a technical masterpiece...these two world-class athletes won't disappoint! OA: THEY TIE-UP AGAIN! Spector applies a quick side headlock...Travers counters with the hammerlock...Spector trying to reach underneath and pick up a leg...can't quite reach...SPECTOR WITH THE DROP TOE-HOLD! Travers on his face...Spector riding the back of Travers...hooks in a front chancre...Travers with the quick sit-out...back to the hammerlock...Spector looking for leverage...Travers going for the legs...OKLAHOMA ROLL! One! OA: ONLY A ONE COUNT! Both men to their feet...Spector sweeps the legs of Travers...ROLLOVER BRIDGE PIN! One! OA: _SPECTOR_ GETS ONE! CC: Look at how quick they're up to their feet! OA: ANOTHER TIE-UP! Spector with a deep arm drag takedown! Slaps on the armbar! CC: Nice basic controlling maneuver...you expend less energy applying it than your opponent does fighting it! OA: Travers trying to assert some leverage from the mat...you're not going to get much in a sitting position...the champion rolls through the pressure and get to his knees...Spector switches to a side headlock...Travers shoves him off into the ropes...SHOULDERBLOCK KNOCKS SPECTOR DOWN! CC: That's where the size advantage is key! OA: Travers into the ropes...SPECTOR WITH A LEAPFROG! Rolls to his back...going for a monkey flip! Travers pivots and captures his legs! WHEELBARROW SUPLEX? NO! Spector got his legs free... "BOOM!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR WITH A BULLDOG HEADLOCK OFF OF TRAVERS' _SHOULDERS_! A QUICK COVER! One! Two! OA: THE CHAMPION KICKS OUT! CC: Both guys are pulling out all the stops! OA: Spector grabs the arm of Travers...KUJIKATAME! CC: Gesundheit! OA: No...that's the judo armlock that Spector's applied! He's wrenching that elbow in the wrong direction! Trying to hyperextend it! TRAVERS WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND THE BOTTOM ROPE! The hold must be broken! Spector brings Travers to his feet...Irish whip...Travers with a duck-under! Pivots! SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE BY TRAVERS!!! Travers off the ropes...DROPS A _HUGE_ LEG! THE COVER! One! Two! OA: SPECTOR KICKS OUT! CC: Travers may have to go on the defensive and wear out his opponent here! OA: Travers dragging up Spector by the waist...GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Travers holds onto the waistlock...rolling through it...bringing Spector up again...A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!!! _AGAIN_ HE HOLDS ON...ROLLING THROUGH TO HIS FEET AGAIN...A _THIRD_...NO!!! SPECTOR COUNTERS WITH THE VICTORY ROLL!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: TRAVERS KICKS OUT AGAIN! [The crowd is really into the pace of the match at this point.] OA: SPECTOR CATCHES THE CHAMPION WITH A QUICK RIGHT HAND! ANOTHER! Backing Travers into the corner...sets him up! "SLAP!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: KNIFE EDGE CHOP! "SLAP!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: MAKE IT TWO! "SLAP!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: AND A _THIRD_ BRUTAL CHOP! Spector setting up Travers on the ropes...Irish whip...TRAVERS REVERSES! SPECTOR SLIDES UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE TO THE APRON! AND RIGHT UP TO HIS FEET! TRAVERS DOESN'T SEE HIM! SPECTOR SLINGSHOTS!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! SPECTOR HIT IT!!! WE'VE GOT A NEW EWA CHAMPION!!! ONE!! TWO!! NO!!! [SHOCKED POP!] CC: WHAT?!? OA: ERIC TRAVERS JUST KICKED OUT OF THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! HOW IN THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!? CC: I'VE NEVER SEEN _ANYONE_ KICK OUT OF THAT! [Spector gets up, amazed, looking at referee Miguel Hernandez.] CC: Spector can't believe Travers got his shoulder up! But with so much on the line, I think the unbelievable is going to become _routine_! OA: Spector picking up a leg of Travers...STRAIGHT KICK TO THE HAMSTRING! AND ANOTHER! Spector sandwiches the kneecap with his legs...VICE CRUSHER ON THE KNEE!!! LISTEN TO TRAVERS _WAIL_ IN PAIN! CC: YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT! SPECTOR'S STILL MIFFED OVER THAT PHONY INJURY TRAVERS TRIED TO PULL ON GRAPHIC NATURE! OA: Spector pulling Travers towards the ropes...what are we gonna see here? Spector slides to the outside...dragging that right leg of Travers out with him! [The crowd stats to buzz.] CC: LOOK AT _THIS_! [POP!] OA: STEVE SPECTOR APPLIES A RINGPOST FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!!! CC: THAT'S STRAIGHT OUTTA _TRAVERS'_ ARSENAL! OA: REFEREE MIGUEL HERNANDEZ OVER TO BREAK IT... CC: Well, sure! It's an illegal hold, after all! OA: Spector obliges the referee, but you can see the toll that this abuse is taking on the EWA Champion! Spector now...he's headed over to the timekeeper's table! ["THIS IS NOT WHAT WE EXPECTED" POP!] OA: SPECTOR HAS A CHAIR! CC: This isn't a No Holds Barred Match! REFEREE! [Hernandez steps in front of Spector and warns him. Spector looks past him to Travers' leg, still wrapped around the ringpost. Hernandez simply takes the chair from him.] OA: Well, we'll never know if Spector was going to use it or not! CC: I think he was! This match has _huge_ implications! [Spector slides back into the ring and acknowledges the crowd, who give him a mostly favorable reaction, but with some noticeable boos.] CC: Some people aren't diggin' Spector here in Philly! Of course, these _are_ Eagles fans! OA: Spector now with the leg _again_! This time it's A LEGAL FIGURE-FOUR! AND TRAVERS IS IN A WORLD OF HURT! CC: SPECTOR IS ISOLATING AND TARGETING THE WEAKENED BODY PART! AND NO MATTER HOW TOUGH YOU ARE, IF YOU CAN'T STAND, YOU CAN'T FIGHT! [A MIX OF CHEERS AND BOOS!] OA: SPECTOR GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE FOR LEVERAGE! THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT! CC: SPECTOR IS TAKING EVERY LIBERTY HE CAN GET AWAY WITH! I gotta say I'm pleasantly suprised, Ambrose! OA: Hey, no one's ever faulted Spector's determination to do what needs to be done! AND NOW HERNANDEZ CATCHES HIM IN THE ACT! Hernandez (counting): "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" OA: SPECTOR HOLDS ON UNTIL _FOUR_! And Hernandez is chastizing him! CC: Hey, so what? It's a chastizing; and that's four more seconds of damage Spector did to the legs of Travers! OA: Spector picking up Travers...IRISH WHIP! "BOOM!!" OA: TRAVERS HITS THE TURNBUCKLE _HARD_! HERE COMES SPECTOR! [POP!] OA: TRAVERS GETS A BOOT UP! SPECTOR IS DAZED! TRAVERS POUNCES ON HIM! "BOOM!!" OA: EVENFLOW DDT BY TRAVERS!!! THE COVER! ONE! TWO! OA: SPECTOR ESCAPES! CC: That was such an important shift in momentum there! When Travers gets an advantage, he doesn't give it up easily! Watch what the Epic One does here! OA: Travers with a rear waistlock... "BOOM!!!" OA: PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX!!! AND TRAVERS THROWS SUPLEXES LIKE NO ONE ELSE IN THE GAME TODAY! CC: Spector does _not_ want to let Travers get on track! He doesn't have a frame built for taking suplexes! OA: Travers pulling Spector up! HOOKS AN ARM AND LEG! "BOOM!!!" [POP!] OA: _BIG-TIME_ CRADLE SUPLEX BY TRAVERS!!! THE COVER! ONE!! TWO!! OA: SPECTOR KICKS OUT AGAIN! CC: All Travers has to do is stay on track! There's only so much abuse Spector can take! OA: Spector can barely _stand_! Travers pressing his advantage! "BOOM!!" [BIG POP!] OA: NORTHERN LIGHTS BOMB!!! DID YOU SEE SPECTOR _BOUNCE_? CC: THAT COULD BE ALL! OA: TRAVERS SHOOTS THE HALF-NELSON INTO THE COVER! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] THR--NO!!! HOW DID SPECTOR GET HIS SHOULDER UP?!? CC: Sheer instinct, Ambrose! You'd have to be an athlete to understand! OA: Travers picking up Spector once again...front facelock! Vertical suplex? NO! TRAVERS CROTCHES SPECTOR ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! CC: There is _no_ comfortable place to sit up there! OA: TRAVERS CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLE! HE'S SETTING UP A SUPERPLEX! CC: THIS WILL PUT SPECTOR AWAY FOR _SURE_! [FACE POP!] OA: BUT SPECTOR IS FIGHTING BACK! RIGHTS AND LEFTS TO THE MIDSECTION! [BADASS FACE POP!] OA: TRAVERS STOPS THE FLURRY WITH A STRAIGHT HEADBUTT! HERE'S THE FRONT FACELOCK AGAIN! TRAVERS CLIMBS _ALL THE WAY_ TO THE TOP!!! [The crowd stands in anticipation.] OA: TRAVERS LIFTS SPECTOR!!! HE _STALLS_ THE SUPLEX IN MID-AIR! MY _GOD_, LOOK AT THE BALANCE AND STRENGTH BEING DISPLAYED HERE! CC: TRAVERS IS MAKING SPECTOR _THINK_ ABOUT THIS! OA: HERE IT COMES!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKKKKAAAAAAAAAA-TTTTHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!" [ROOF-SHAKING POP!!!] CC: HOLY _CHRIST_!!! OA: TRAVERS LEAPED AND TURNED THE SUPERPLEX INTO A TOP-ROPE FALCON ARROW!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!? "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: THIS _CROWD_ CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! AND NEITHER CAN I!!! WHAT AN AMAZING OFFENSIVE MOVE!!! OA: TRAVERS WITH THE COVER! THIS IS ALL! ONE!!! TWO!!! [2.5] THR--NO!!! [MEGA FACE POP!!!] CC: YOU ARE _KIDDING_ ME!!! OA: SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, STEVE SPECTOR GOT HIS SHOULDER UP JUST BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S DRIVING SPECTOR AT THIS POINT! BUT WHATEVER IT IS, IT HELPED HIM SURVIVE A SUPER FALCON ARROW, AND OUR EWA CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH GOES ON! [Travers signals for the Epic Ending.] CC: HE WON'T GET UP FROM _THIS_! OA: TRAVERS WITH THE FRONT FACELOCK! SUPLEX! SLINGSHOT! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!] OA: EPIC ENDING!!! EPIC ENDING!!! AND _THIS_ WILL BE ALL SHE WROTE!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! [2.5] [P-TO-THE-IZZOP!!!] THR--NO!!! NO!!! BY GOD, HERNANDEZ IS SIGNALING TWO!!! CC: WHAT A _CROCK_! UN-FREAKIN'-BELIEVABLE! OA: STEVE SPECTOR ESCAPED THE SUPLEXES! HE ESCAPED THE FALCON ARROW! AND NOW HE HAS SURVIVED THE EPIC GODDAMN _ENDING_!!! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: Travers is staring at Spector in disbelief! He cannot believe the resiliency being shown by this _legend_ of the wrestling business! CC: What in the hell is it gonna take to put Spector away? OA: Travers picking up Spector...Here comes an Irish Whip! SPECTOR DUCKS TRAVERS' CLOTHESLINE!!! "CRACK!!!" OA: SUPERKICK!!! SUPERKICK!!! TRAVERS _SAILS_ OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!! SPECTOR IS _ALIVE_!!! CC: This is off the hook! How in the world is Spector finding this?!? OA: SPECTOR EYES TRAVERS ON THE OUTSIDE! NOW IS HIS TIME! SPECTOR HITS THE ROPES! HE GOES COAST TO COAST!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: MY GOD!!! SPECTOR WITH A SUICIDE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE!!! TRAVERS GOT FLATTENED WITH THE FORCE OF A RUNAWAY TRAIN!!! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: STEVE SPECTOR HAS COME ALIVE!!! YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES! HE DRAGS TRAVERS TO HIS FEET! "CRACK!!!" OA: SLAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE SECURITY RAILING! "CLANG!!!" OA: AND INTO THE RING APRON! "CLONG!!!" OA: AND INTO THE RINGPOST!!! CC: IT'S STEVE SPECTOR'S ULTIMATE PINBALL!!! OA: SPECTOR ROLLING TRAVERS BACK INTO THE RING! SPECTOR TO THE APRON! _LEAPS_ TO THE TOP ROPE! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!!" "UUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: _SKY-HIGH_ LEGDROP FROM THE TOP BY SPECTOR!!! CC: THAT HURT _SPECTOR_ JUST AS MUCH AS IT DID TRAVERS! [Spector crawls over to Travers.] CC: SPECTOR'S GONNA TAKE IT HERE! OA: STEVE SPECTOR DRAPES AN ARM OVER TRAVERS... ONE!!! . TWO!!! [2.5] [2.999] [POP!!!] OA: NO!!! CC: WHAT?!? OA: TRAVERS! SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, HE GOT A SHOULDER UP! THE MATCH CONTINUES! [The crowd gets hot and starts rallying behind both men.] Competing Chants: "TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!! TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!!" "TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!! TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!!" "TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!! TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!!" "TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!! TRA-VERS!!! SPEC-TOR!!!" OA: Spector picking up Travers...Travers can barely stand! Irish whip to the corner! Travers tips up...JACK BRISCO ROLLUP ON SPECTOR! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] [2.999] OA: NO!!! SPECTOR KICKED OUT!!! CC: This match has become a battle of attrition! Both men want to win; neither man can afford to lose! OA: BOTH MEN TO THEIR FEET! SMALL PACKAGE BY SPECTOR! ONE!! TWO!! OA: TH...TRAVERS REVERSES IT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE OF HIS OWN!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: KICK OUT BY SPECTOR!! Both men are up _again_....TRAVERS WITH A QUICK SUNSET FLIP ON SPECTOR! ONE!! TWO!! OA: SPECTOR ROLLS SIDEWAYS AND PINS DOWN TRAVERS' SHOULDERS.... ONE!! TWO!! OA: THR...TRAVERS FLIPS SPECTOR'S LEGS UP INTO A FORWARD BRIDGE!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: SPECTOR GETS HIS LEGS UP OVER TRAVERS' SHOULDERS AND PINS HIM BACK DOWN!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: KICK OUT!!!! [The crowd is big into counting along at this point. The energy level is already through the roof.] TRAVERS HITS A TACKLE INTO A SOMERSAULT, HOOKING THE LEGS!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: SPECTOR BRIDGES UP...WHAT _POWER_...INTO THE BACKSLIDE!!!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: KICK OUT BY TRAVERS!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!] CC: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY _INCREDIBLE_, AMBROSE! WORDS CAN'T EVEN _DESCRIBE_ IT! OA: Both men to their feet...SPECTOR RAKES THE EYES! CC: The universal counter! OA: Spector slaps on a front facelock...AND WILL WE SEE THE CHERRY BLOSSOM BOMBER? CC: This'll be _it_ for Travers! But Spector's got that bad back! He's REALLY digging down to pull this off! OA: Spector lifts...TRAVERS FLOATS OVER! BOOT TO THE GUT! CC: HERE COMES THE EPIC ENDING!!! OA: WHAT THE -- SPECTOR PLANTS HIS FEET ON THE TOP ROPE!!! THE EPIC ENDING'S _BLOCKED_!!! SPECTOR PUSHES OFF!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!!" [ULTRA-MEGA-COUNTER-FINISHER POP!!!] OA: GODDESS CUTTER!!! GODDESS CUTTER!!! MY GOD, SPECTOR COUNTERED THE EPIC ENDING WITH THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! SPECTOR INTO THE PIN!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Can he?] [Will he?] [YES!!!] THREE!!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: HE GOT HIM!!! FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... ["Ricochet" by Faith No More BLASTS through the PA!] ... AND.... __ NNNEEEEEWWWWWWW __ EWA HEAVYEIGHT CHAMPION ... S T E V E S P E C T O R ! ! ! [The crowd goes absolutely APESHIT!] OA: STEVE SPECTOR HAS DONE IT!!! HE'S CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN!!! HE'S FOUGHT THROUGH MONTHS AND MONTHS OF HELL TO GET HERE!!! BUT BY GOD, STEVE SPECTOR IS THE _NEW_ EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! [Spector is handed the belt by Hernandez and clutches it to his chest, tears visibly forming in his eyes. The crowd ERUPTS!] CC: I never thought I'd see the day when someone would take the EWA Championship from Eric Travers, but right there in the center of the ring is the man that proved me wrong! The king is dead; long live the king! STEVE SPECTOR! [Spector comes to his feet, visibly emotional, as Hernandez offers to wrap the belt around his waist. He allows it as Travers comes off the mat and stands right in his face.] OA: What are we going to see here? CC: These two men just put on a PHENOMENAL performance! There can't be anything but respect between them. [Spector offers a sportsmanlike handshake. Travers moniters the gesture, then looks to the crowd who urges him to partake.] OA: And Š "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: TRAVERS FLIPPED HIM OFF! CC: I Š well, the man is obviously not going to be in great spirits. Hell, the way he's feeling right now, I'd take that as a "congratulations"! OA: I am SURE Travers doesn't mean that. [Travers turns his back on Spector and leaves the ring. He grabs Tricia by the wrist and pulls her up the aisle, ignoring all of the support he still has as he makes his way out. Spector feels too good to worry about burnt bridges at this point. He climbs one of the corners, pounds his fist against the plate of the belt, and raises his arms victoriously.] [POP!!!!] OA: There he is, ladies and gentlemen! Steve Spector, the NEW and FINAL Extreme Wrestling Association Heavyweight Champion! Now bracing himself for day three of Egos and Icons when he encounters the winner of our next match for the brand new Unified World Championship. CC: Perhaps just as intriguing as the outcome of that Unified World Title match is the identity of the man who will be REFEREEING that match, Ambrose. OA: Absolutely! We have no idea who it was that Brian Nelson, who we understand is STILL in hiding from Bad Eye McBaine, was speaking to at the end of Graphic Nature. Whoever it was, we understand, WILL be the referee for the Unified World Championship match, and furthermore as all the qualifications that Nelson was looking for. See just what we're talking about, folks. << << << NELSON: You see? That unification match is the most important match this league may ever see. EWA title, I-Slash title...and four guys, any combination of which could turn that match into a crime scene. That match has got to be clean and fair, it's too important to have it break down into some kind of clusterf[BLEEP!]. It's obvious we need some CONTROL to prevent this kind of fiasco at Egos and Icons. CC: Jesus, he's talking to himself. Maybe all this pressure, this brawl we just saw, have got Nelson cracking up. OA: It's only the most important event EVER, Cordell. I can see why he'd be going nuts about now. NELSON: You see what I'm saying? The referee has got to be someone who isn't afraid to get down and dirty, cause I gaurantee you that match will be. His job is to keep that match as a wrestling match, and make sure that the Spanish Armada or the 52nd Airborne doesn't interfere. I can't stress how important a job it is, at Egos & Icons. [For the first time, someone's voice from off camera answers Brian.] ??: So, in conclusion...the ref has to make sure no one meddles in the match, be able to defend himself, and enforce the rules? NELSON: Precisely. OA: ... the hell? He's NOT talking to himself. Someone else is in there! CC: I don't recognize the voice though. [Nelson takes a deep breath and shakes his head.] NELSON: And you think you can do this without being biased? ??: Who knows more about the rules than someone who's spent his career bending them? << << << OA: Whoever that is, Cordell, the balance of the Unified World Championship rests in his hands. CC: Considering the I-Slash's rapidly blossoming reputation of bringing in the best of the best, it could be ANYONE! One guess is just as good as the next. OA: The only thing we DO know about the match on day three is that Steve Spector will definitley be there with the EWA Heavyweight Title around his waist, as will the winner of the next match. The IWF/WOW World Championship on the line. This has been a _unbelievable_ night already, but ladies and gentlemen...are you ready for this? CC: The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up, Ambrose! I've got a chill down my spine, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need a clean pair of shorts pretty soon. I _LOVE_ IT! [The Egos and Icons logo flashes across the screen, then is replaced by images of "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy and the IWF/WOW Heavyweight Champion, Matthew Reason.] OA: It is perhaps the single most sadistic and violent rivalry in the history of our company, and that covers a lot of ground! CC: You ain't lyin'! Forget Justin Arcola and Billy Rock! Forget Nate McMannis and Trevor Storm! They _pale_ in comparison to the sheer _perversity_ that is Paul Kiljoy and Matthew Reason! OA: This feud has been in the works for ten months now! It's seen Matthew Reason serve up his wife to the then-World Champion Paul Kiljoy to form one of if not _the_ most evil alliance between any two wrestlers! It's seen that alliance torn apart at the eight-way TLC Match for the World Title at Set It Off! And it's seen the two most vile and sadistic men anywhere in the sport set on a collision course that's come to a head riht here tonight! CC: And it's not even as if these guys _hate_ each other, Ambrose! But it's like you said; what we have here are two men who take the same sadistic glee in inflicting pain upon others! Both men want that World Title more than _anything_ else, and I know it'll sound cliche, but both of these men will do _whatever_ it takes to annihilate the other, and they'll have _fun_ doing it! OA: Lost in all this is the fact that this is one of three matches to determine a unified IWF/WOW and EWA Champion on Day 3! The winner will take on the new EWA Champion, Steve Spector. But I can say with all certainty right now...what you're about to see will demonstrate just how prized a possession our I-Slash Championship really is! We're just about set to go; let's head down to ringside! ooo==================ooo==================ooo IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Matthew Reason vs. "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! [POP!!!] # WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! # [An image of Paul Kiljoy spills onto the I Sore] PAUL KILJOY (V/O): Scream for me. ["Gave Up" by NIN & Marilyn Manson begins to play over the loudspeakers. Various shots of Kiljoy flashes through the I Sore, at times interrupted with a screaming woman, or a close-up of his face. The crowd rises in unison to their feet, stifled cries of both joy and anger fill the building] # Perfect little dream, the kind that hurts the most # # Forgot how it feels, well almost # # No one to blame, always the same # # Open my eyes, wake up in flames # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me see the light # FRANCINE - Introducing first ... hailing from Boston, Massachusetts Š standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 244 pounds ... "L E G A C Y" P A U L K I L J O Y ! ! ! # Covered in hope and vaseline # # Still cannot fix this broken machine # # Watching the hole it used to be mine # # Just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline # [BOOM! BOOM! S-S-S-SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!] [The bright fireworks fade to smoke. Slowly emerging from the curtains is 'Legacy' Paul Kiljoy. The World championship around his waist glimmers in the spotlight. His clothes look ragged, worn. He wears a ragged-looking 'Scream For Me' t-shirt. A quick zoom-in reveals a man with sleep-deprived eyes and greasy medium-length blond hair, and on his forehead, what looks to be the remains of crusty, dried blood from another day. Instead of moving toward the aisle to touch him, fans move away as Kiljoy stalks down the aisle] # Of the trust I will betray # # Give it to me I throw it away # # After everything I've done # # I hate myself for what I've become # [Kiljoy enters the ring and faces the referee, his expression a mix between carelessness and hate. He stares hard, as if in a dream that he cannot escape from. His head quickly turns to examine the audience, while a mix of praise and disdain follows his gaze. Slowly, the World championship is raised to his lips, and a small kiss delivered. The title is dropped. He awaits the sound of the bell like a caged dog waiting to strike] # I tried # # I gave up # # Throw it away # FRANCINE: His opponent Š [Voiceover by a woman reporter.] "A brutal heinous attack has been orchestrated" [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The I-Sore splashes on a shot of Billy Rock laying in a bath tub covered in blood. The shot remains on as the voiceover continues.] "The victim was left brutalized, bleeding severely and left for dead!" [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The shot changes to one of Justin Arcola laying motionless on top of a shattered windowshield, Arcola covered in blood.] "Details are sketchy..." [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The shot changes again, this time showing Geezer Gaines laying motionless in the ring.] "But police are on the lookout..." [A shot of Nate McMannis motionless, covered in a crimson mask laying next to a ladder and baseball bat.] "For a man in his late twenties, six foot six, with long black hair... police have this drawing... [A black and white drawing of a man that resembles... I-Slash's Matthew Reason.] "If you come across anyone that resembles this man, please... notify the police... or local sercurity... he clearly can be History's Next Derrange Mind..." ["SCHISM" by Tool hits as blood starts covering the drawing on the I- Sore.The blood runs off, the drawing has been replaced by the man it was drawn of, the face of Matthew Reason stares at you. The camera slowly fades into his eyes... zooming in and BLACK... ] FRANCINE: Š hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada Š standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 269 pounds Š he is the IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION Š M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! [Lazer white lights splash body outlines on the way to the ring, as out walks Matthew Reason. Reason wearing black pants, his hair soaken wet dripping down on his shoulders on on his chest. He walks out starring at the floor and slowly tilting his head to the left and then to the right. Reason slowly raises his head looking at the entrance and makes his way to the ring. Reason walks up the ring steps, walks to the middle of the ropes and steps over. He stands patiently waiting...] DING! DING! CC: It begins! [Referee Geoff Cartwright motions for both men to come to the center of the ring.] OA: Geoff Cartwright giving both athletes some last-minute instructions here! CC: He's probably trying to figure out exactly how he's gonna keep control of this! It is a Title Match, after all! [Cartwright monitors Reason and Kiljoy as they look into one another's eyes.] CC: You'd better figure out something _fast_! They look ready to tear into each other! [Cartwright shakes his head as if something isn't right. He walks over to the ropes and sticks his head through, saying something to Francine.] OA: Geoff Cartwright just gave some kind of message to Francine. CC: What could it -- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have you attention, please? By order of referee Geoff Cartwright... this championship match will be contested... ... WITH _NO_ ... _HOLDS_ ... ___BARRED___!!! [ROOF-SHAKING POP!] OA: NO HOLDS BARRED? CC: That's just the way it _should_ be! OA: KILJOY CHARGES AND SPEARS REASON DOWN!!! PUNCHES FLYING LEFT AND RIGHT FROM BOTH MEN! THIS HAS BECOME A MELEE RIGHT OFF THE BAT!!! NO HOLDS BARRED...MY _GOD_! WHO KNOWS WHAT THESE TWO WILL DO TO EACH OTHER? CC: That's just why Cartwright made the call! He knows how important this match is, and how little chance he stands of controlling them! Now he can just count a three or call a submission! OA: KILJOY AND REASON SPILL UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! Well, Cartwright may have had good intentions, but these are two men I would _never_ want to give carte blanche to do whatever they want! KILJOY WITH THE IRISH WHIP! "KEEEE-RAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON REVERSES AND SENDS KILJOY _SAILING_ INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! CC: KILJOY HIT THAT STEEL HEAD-FIRST, AND IT _STILL_ DISLODGED THE TOP LAYER OF STAIRS! _IMAGINE_ THE IMPACT ON HIS HEAD! OA: Kiljoy rolling on the concrete floor in pain...I have a feeling this is going to get _much_ worse before it's over! Reason drags him up by the head... hooks an arm and a leg! "CLANG!!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON WITH A SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE GUARDRAIL! KILJOY TAKES IT HEAD-FIRST! CC: Reason focusing on the head early on! Obviously trying to make Kiljoy too disoriented to fight back! OA: Reason leaves Kiljoy laying...where's he going? [Minor pop as Kiljoy pitches the timekeeper out of his seat and over the guardrail!] CC: HA HA! OA: KILJOY HAS THE RING BELL! CC: AND THE HAMMER TOO! OA: Paul Kiljoy struggling to pull himself up by the apron! IS REASON ABOUT TO LEVEL HIM WITH THE BELL? [Reason doesn't swing, but places the bell flat up against the side of Kiljoy's head.] "DING!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON RINGS THE BELL RIGHT INTO KILJOY'S EAR!!! "DING!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: AND AGAIN! KILJOY MAY BE _DEAF_ AFTER THAT! CC: To hell with that! Kiljoy's inner ear's gonna be screwed up from the vibrations! Reason's got a very solid game plan here! "CLANG!!" OA: AND _NOW_ REASON LEVELS KILJOY WITH THE BELL! THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION IS SUSTAINING A GREAT DEAL OF PUNISHMENT HERE IN THE EARLY GOING! [The camera zooms in on Kiljoy and we see...a trickle of blood coming down from just above his hairline.] OA: KILJOY IS BLEEDING! REASON HAS LACERATED THE FOREHEAD OF HIS OPPONENT! CC: And you can bet Reason will go right after that wound... and squeeze every single _drop_ he can get out of it! OA: Matthew Reason gazing down at the prone Kiljoy...you can almost sense a certain satisfac -- Male Fans: "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: KILJOY WITH A STRAIGHT JAB INTO THE NETHER REIGONS OF THE WORLD CHAMPION! CC: I think he was playing possum, Ambrose! OA: He may very well have been! Reason is doubled over in pain! Kiljoy hooks his head... "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: DAMN! OA: KILJOY BEALE TOSSES REASON INTO THE RING APRON! REASON HIT THAT STEEL PLANKING SPINE-FIRST AND THEN CRASHED DOWN ONTO THE CONCRETE! CC: Kiljoy is no slouch when it comes to the unmitigated brutality either! OA: Kiljoy dragging Reason towards the guardrail...he hooks Reason's legs under his arms! CC: What in the -- "KEEEE-RAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: THE CHALLENGER JUST _LAUNCHED_ THE CHAMPION INTO THE SECOND ROW OF SEATS HERE AT THE FIRST UNION CENTER!!! CC: THIS WAR JUST GOT A LOT MORE DANGEROUS! THERE'S NOTHING TO PROTECT THE HUMAN BODY OUT THERE! OA: Matthew Reason's 268-pound frame just became a human projectile, and he is caught in the sea of humanity here in Philadelphia! CC: _Humanity_? From the fans that cheered Michael Irvin's career-ending injury? Give me a break! [Kiljoy slides under the ropes back into the ring.] OA: Kiljoy back into the ring...there's no countouts here...maybe he's just taking a moment to recover! CC: I doubt that! CHECK THIS OUT! [Kiljoy eyes Reason, then sprints to the opposite ropes.] OA: KILJOY GOING COAST TO COAST!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEE-RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "CRUMPLE!!" "CRUMPLE!!" "CRUMPLE!!" [EAR-SPLITTING POP!!!] OA: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!!! KILJOY WITH A SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW PLANCHA FROM THE RING INTO THE CROWD!!! REASON AND KILJOY HAVE _OBLITERATED_ THE ENTIRE SECTION OF SEATING!!! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: REPLAY! I'M _BEGGING_ YOU! REPLAY!!! [The replay shows Kiljoy coming off the top rope and impossibly twisting his body into a corkscrew, bowling over Reason with pinpoint accuracy! The velocity of the impact starts a domino-like chain reaction, wiping out chairs in all directions. The fans have no time to react, and many are thrown clear of their seats.] CC: THAT HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF THE DAMNDEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: KILJOY IS EMERGING FROM THE STEEL-AND-CONCRETE WRECKAGE! THIS CROWD IS GOING BALLISTIC! [Kiljoy drags Reason in tow. There's a massive gash dripping blood all over Reason's face.] CC: LOOK AT THAT! OA: THE WORLD CHAMPION IS NOW BUSTED OPEN AS WELL! BOTH MEN BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD! CC: This is gonna get a lot worse before it gets better! OA: Kiljoy rolls Reason underneath the bottom rope! Kiljoy to the apron...VAULTS TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" OA: MANIACAL MOONSAULT!!! KILJOY SCORES WITH THE MANIACAL MOONSAULT!!! HERE'S THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH! ONE! TWO!! OA: NO! REASON ESCAPES! CC: There's absolutely no way either of these men will go down without every ounce of life being drained from their bodies! And it ain't the will to win driving them; it's the will to _destroy_ the other! OA: Kiljoy slides to the outside! What's he have in mind? CC: Whatever it is, it's underneath the ring! [Kiljoy hoists up the ring skirt and rifles underneath, pulling out...] [MASSIVE POP!] OA: PAUL KILJOY HAS PULLED A TABLE FROM UNDERNEATH THE RING!!! CC: KILJOY'S GOT WOOD! OA: Paul Kiljoy propping up the table at ringside. God knows what he has in store for the champion! CC: It'll be like opening a Christmas present from Grandma. You don't really know what it's gonna be, but you're pretty sure you won't like it! OA: Kiljoy back into the ring! Reason still hasn't recovered from that insane plancha dive a few minutes ago! Kiljoy dragging him up by his arms! Pulling him over towards the ropes... CC: ...and the table, Ambrose! Don't forget about _that_! OA: I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss that plank of wood and steel sitting at ringside! Kiljoy positioning Reason...pulling him through the ropes to the apron! CC: HE'S GONNA PILEDRIVE HIM! [The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation.] OA: PAUL KILJOY IS SETTING UP A PILEDRIVER FROM THE RING APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! BUT REASON IS LIMP! CAN KILJOY GET THAT MASSIVE FRAME OF THE CHAMPION UP FOR THIS MOVE? [Nope.] [POP'N A, MUTHAFUCKA!] OA: MATTHEW REASON WITH KIDNEY SHOTS! CLUBBING FOREARMS TO THE BACK! HE'S FIGHTING HIS WAY BACK INTO THE DOMINANT POSITION! REASON...OH NO! FULL NELSON BY REASON!!! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "SSSSSMMMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!" "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: HOLY -- OA: DEAR GOD!!! DEAR _GOD_ IN HEAVEN, NO!!! MATTHEW REASON WITH THE MASSACRE ON 34TH STREET FROM THE APRON TO THE _FLOOR_! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: REASON TOOK KILJOY STRAIGHT SOUTH, AND HE MADE SURE HE DIDN'T GO THROUGH THE TABLE! KILJOY HAD NOTHING TO BREAK THE IMPACT OF HIS FACE ON THE CONCRETE!!! AND MAN OH MAN, DID YOU SEE THE BLOOD FLY?!? [Reason releases himself from Kiljoy, and we see a rapidly expanding pool of blood forming on the concrete beneath Kiljoy's head.] OA: Paul Kiljoy has to have a broken nose! He _has_ to have lost several teeth! He might have a cracked _skull_, for God's sake! CC: Reason just dropped all his body weight on Kiljoy's head and a concrete floor from about four feet up! Kiljoy's arms were hooked...he had _nothing_ to absorb the impact but his _face_! "MAT - THEW - REA - SON ! ! ! " "MAT - THEW - REA - SON ! ! ! " "MAT - THEW - REA - SON ! ! ! " "MAT - THEW - REA - SON ! ! ! " CC: And these people are _encouraging_ it, the sick bastards! OA: Matthew Reason... this _can't_ be about titles for him! He's out to maim Kiljoy here tonight, and I hate to say this... but I think Kiljoy's out to do the same to him! CC: Well, if nothing else...at least the playing field's level. OA: Matthew Reason pulling Kiljoy up...Kiljoy has not moved an _inch_ since his head hit the concrete! Matthew Reason...HE'S PLACING KILJOY ON TOP OF THE TABLE! [Crowd buzzes as Reason lifts the ring skirt and hunts underneath the ring.] CC: What is this demented freak gonna think of next? [POP!!! POP!!!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [POP!!! P-TO-THE-MOTHERFUCKIN'-IZZOP!] CC: YOU ARE _KIDDING_ ME!!! OA: MATTHEW REASON HAS PULLED OUT A STEEL CHAIR...AND THAT CHAIR IS WRAPPED FROM TOP TO BOTTOM IN _HUNDREDS_ OF STRANDS OF BARBED WIRE!!! CC: WHO THE HELL PUT _THAT_ UNDER THE RING?!? OA: REASON MEASURING KILJOY...KILJOY IS DEFENSELESS! NO! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KEEEEEE-RRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" ["YOU SICK FUCK" POP!] OA: REASON _SLAMS_ THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR STRAIGHT DOWN ON KILJOY! CC: _THAT_ WOKE HIM UP! OA: KILJOY IS ROLLING ON THAT TABEL IN _EXCRUTIATING_ PAIN! REASON LEAVES THE CHAIR ON TOP OF KILJOY'S TORSO! CC: IT'S STUCK IN KILJOY'S _FLESH_! HE CAN'T GET IT OFF OF HIM! OA: REASON INTO THE RING...MY GOD!!! REASON HITS THE ROPES!!! HE CHARGES KILJOY!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [I can't even make up a sound effect to describe the sickening crashing/cutting- of-flesh sound here. Fill in your own.] "UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: UN-FREAKIN'-_BELEIVABLE_!!! OA: MATTHEW REASON WITH A SUICIDE SOMERSAULT LEGDROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! CRASHES THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! CRASHES THROUGH KILJOY! CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE! AND ONE _HORRIFIC_ IMPACT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!! CC: THAT HAS TO BE ONE OF THE SICKEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN ONE MAN DO TO ANOTHER! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" OA: MATTHEW REASON HAS TAKEN THIS MATCH TO A NEW LEVEL! THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE! THERE ARE SHARDS OF THAT TABLE _EVERYWHERE_! CC: KILJOY IS SLICED OPEN IN ABOUT TWO DOZEN PLACES ON HIS CHEST AND STOMACH! [Brief surreal laughter spot.] OA: And look at that! If we needed anymore proof that this was a bloodbath, Reason just slipped on the puddle of blood from Kiljoy's _last_ impact getting up! CC: In any other match, I'd make some snide comment right about now! I just don't have it in me! This is one of the most surreal displays of inhumanity I have ever seen! [Reason hoists the chair into the air...] OA: Reason pitching that barbed wire chair into the ring! The misery is going to _continue_! CC: Cartwright had better check on Paul Kiljoy! He's losing a hell of a lot of blood and he's losing it _fast_! OA: Reason rolling the limp Kiljoy into the ring! And I can only _imagine_ what else he has in store! Reason through the ropes to the inside...goign for the barbed wire chair again! He props it up in the middle of the ring! CC: That ain't accidental either! Reason is planning every single move out with hair trigger precision! [Crowd groans.] OA: REASON PULLS A STRAND OF THAT BARBED WIRE OFF THE CHAIR! ANOTHER! REASON IS WRAPPING THAT BARBED WIRE AROUND HIS ARM! CC: I THINK I KNOW WHAT'S COMING HERE! OA: KILJOY SLOWLY STRUGGLING UP TO HIS FEET! PULLING HIMSELF UP BY THE ROPES! CC: KILJOY'S GOT NO IDEA WHAT'S ABOUT TO HIT HIM! OA: REASON PASSES KILJOY! HITS THE ROPES! BACK AGAIN! VAULTS OFF THE CHAIR! SPRINGBOARD OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON HITS A TRIPLE JUMP LARIAT WITH A BARBED WIRE-COVERED ARM!!! CC: HE WENT RIGHT FOR THE THROAT!!! REASON IS TRYING TO _KILL_ KILJOY! AND I'M NOT FOOLING AROUND WITH SOME DAMN CLICHE HERE; REASON IS LITERALLY TRYING TO TAKE HIS OPPONENT'S _LIFE_!!! OA: REASON WITH A COVER! BY GOD, TELL ME IT'S OVER!!! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] [2.999] THR -- NO!!! [_HUGE_ POP!!!] OA: THIS CARNAGE IS GOING TO CONTINUE!!! PAUL KILJOY GOT HIS LEFT SHOULDER UP! CC: THAT'S INSTINCT! IT HAD TO BE INSTINCT! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S STILL _CONSCIOUS_! [A few fans] "KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!!" "KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!!" "KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!! KIL-JOY!!!" CC: This crowd respects the effort! Now matter what you might think of these two guys, you _have_ to respect what they're putting themselves through tonight! OA: BOTH MEN BATTERED AND BRUISED BEYOND BELIEF HERE! BUT IT'S REASON PRESSING THE ADVANTAGE! PICKING UP THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR AGAIN!!! HE'S GONNA TAKE KILJOY'S _HEAD_ OFF! NO! KILJOY DUCKS THE SWING!!! "CRACK!!!!!" [FINISHER POP!] OA: URAKEN!!! URAKEN!!! OUT OF _NOWHERE_! KILJOY DROVE THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR RIGHT BACK INTO REASON'S _FACE_!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: KILJOY TRYING TO PSYCH HIMSELF UP! TRYING TO DRAW ON WHATEVER RESERVE ENERGY HE HAS LEFT! CC: Kiljoy has to come up with something _big_! Right here, right now, it's his last chance! OA: Paul Kiljoy lifting Reason...my God, the blood is _pouring_ from the faces of both men! Kiljoy is...HE'S TYING REASON IN THE ROPES!!! CC: Oh, this can only be bad! OA: KILJOY HAS THAT BARBED WIRE CHAIR!!! REASON IS DEFENSELESS! HIS HEAD EXPOSED! CC: LOOK OUT!!! [Kiljoy lets out a primal scream!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKEEEEEEEEE-RRRRRRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: KILJOY _BLASTS_ REASON RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!!! ALL THOSE METAL BARBS JUST GOT DRIVEN RIGHT SQUARE INTO REASON'S FACE!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" CC: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY _INSANE_! OA: Reason is still caught in the ropes! And Kiljoy's not done! He's not going for a cover! CC: Hell no he's not! That man's got a few receipts for Reason! OA: KILJOY TO THE OUTSIDE! _AGAIN_ HE HUNTS UNDER THE RING! HE PULLS OUT... [What is that?] OA: A sandbag?!? CC: That thing's gotta weigh 50 pounds! In Kiljoy's hands, _anything's_ a lethal weapon! [The crowd starts to buzz as Kiljoy slides back into the ring and unties the sack.] CC: HEY! THAT'S NOT A SANDBAG! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [__ENORMOUS__ FREAKIN' POP AS KILJOY EMPTIES THE BAG ON THE CANVAS!] OA and CC: THUMBTACKS!!! OA: PAUL KILJOY HAS BROUGHT THUMBTACKS INTO THIS MATCH!!! HE HAS EMPTIED _THOUSANDS_ OF THEM ONTO THE MAT!!! CC: AS BAD AS THIS WAS BEFORE, IT'S ABOUT TO GET A WHOLE LOT _WORSE_! OA: KILJOY PICKS UP A HANDFUL OF THE THUMBTACKS! CC: He's gonna let Reason look at 'em up _close_! Let him know what's about to hit him! OA: Kiljoy brings the tacks over to Reason! Reason is _still_ trapped in the ropes! ["YOU SICK FUCK" POP!] CC: NO!!! OA: KILJOY JUST STUFFED ALL THOSE THUMBTACKS DOWN THE FRONT OF REASON'S TRUNKS!!! MY GOD, DON'T TELL ME! CC: HE'S GONNA DO IT!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [SICKENED GASPS AND A GIGANTIC POP!] CC: OH...MY..._GOD_!!! OA: KILJOY DELIVERED A FIELD GOAL KICK STRAIGHT UP BETWEEN THE LEGS OF REASON!!! CC: I CANNOT IMAGINE A WORSE PAIN EXISTING ANYWHERE ON THE FACE OF THIS _EARTH_!!! "YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!!" "YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!!" "YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!! YOU-SICK-FUCK!!!!!" OA: MATTHEW REASON'S PAINFUL WRITHING HAS _FINALLY_ FREED HIM FROM THE ROPES! "RRRRRREEEEEEEEETTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!!!!" [Crowd groans in disgust.] CC: JESUS! OA: THE PAIN WAS SO INTENSE; REASON JUST _VOMITED_ OFF THE RING APRON TO THE FLOOR! CC: I have never seen that before! EVER! OA: KILJOY DRAGGING REASON BACK INTO THE RING! SCOOPS HIM UP!!! "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: _SLAMS_ HIM RIGHT DOWN ON THE THUMBTACKS!!! THOUSANDS OF SHARP METAL PRODS _PENETRATING_ REASON'S FLESH! CC: Where in the hell is Kiljoy going? [Crowd comes to their feet in anticipation.] OA: KILJOY TO THE APRON!!! HE'S GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE! CC: THIS IS GONNA BE ALL OR NOTHING! OA: REASON IS STILL PRONE ON THE THUMBTACKS! MY GOD, DON'T TELL ME!!! KILJOY FLIES!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: HE MISSES!!! KILJOY WENT FOR THE DESTINY 2002 AND _MISSED_!!! AND THE CHALLENGER JUST LANDED FACE-FIRST ON A PILE OF THUMBTACKS FROM _TEN_ FEET IN THE AIR!!! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: I...I'm completely at a loss for words! What these two men won't do to win here tonight is almost as scary as what they _will_! OA: Reason trying to brush the stray thumbtacks off of him! He's still got those strands of barbed wire around his arm! CC: What in the world is _this_ now? [Reason unties the barbed wire from his arm and molds the strands into a long and tight group.] OA: REASON'S MADE A _SHIV_ OUT OF THAT BARBED WIRE! CC: IT'S A BARBED WIRE MACHETE! OA: Reason now...he's not going after Kiljoy! CC: What is -- he's calling for a microphone! OA: Francine hands the microphone to Reason! But why in the world would Reason want -- REASON: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, Paul...For theirs is the kingdom of heaven." CC: What? REASON: "Blessed are those who mourn...For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth." OA: That's the Sermon on the Mount! CC: It's a little inappropriate right now, isn't it? "CRACK!!!!" "UUUUUUHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON SLASHES THE FACE OF KILJOY WITH THAT SHIV! REASON: "Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also." "CRACK!!!!" "UUUUUUHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON SLASHES THE FACE FROM THE _OTHER_ SIDE!!! REASON: "And if thy tongue offend thee..." [The crowd goes NUTS!] CC: OH NO! [Reason plants his foot on the back of Kiljoy's neck, grabs his chin, reaches into his mouth, and pulls out his tongue.] REASON: "...CUT IT OUT!!!" OA: OH _GOD_!!! ["YOU SICK FUCK" POP!!!] OA: REASON CHOPPED DOWN ON THE TONGUE OF KILJOY WITH THAT BARBED WIRE SHIV!!! MY _GOD_, THAT IS GOING TOO FAR!!! [Kiljoy's body jerks around the ring.] CC: This is just...just way too much... OA: REASON ISN'T DONE! BY GOD, HE'S NOT DONE! HE HOISTS UP KILJOY!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KAAAAAA-BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!" "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASONABLE FORCE POWERBOMB ON THE _THUMBTACKS_!!! THAT _HAS_ TO BE ALL!!! CC: WHY ISN'T REASON COVERING HIM? OA: REASON IS GOING TO THE OUTSIDE! TOWARDS THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE! CC: THAT SUITCASE! OA: REASON IS RETREIVING THE SUITCASE HE BROUGHT DOWN TO RINGSIDE WITH HIM! WE'VE BEEN WONDERING ALL NIGHT LONG WHAT COULD BE IN THERE! CC: WE'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT! [Reason takes the I-Slash Championship belt and the suticase into the ring. He empties the suitcase onto the canvas. We see the following... Handcuffs with a key... A plastic Bag ... Duct Tape.] CC: Owen... Owen... Jesus _GOD_! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS? OA: REASON HAS A PURPOSE! HE TAKES THE HANDCUFFS...oh god...REASON IS HANDCUFFING KILJOY'S HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK! CC: YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO WITH THE REST OF THAT STUFF! OA: Come on, Matthew...you don't want to do this! [Reason grabs the Heavyweight title... he wraps it around Kiljoy's waist...] CC: This is... completely... off the chart! OA: REASON JUST SWALLOWED THE HANDCUFFS KEY!!! MY GOD, CORDELL, I THINK YOU WERE RIGHT! REASON HAS _CRIMINAL_ INTENTIONS! [Reason tears off a strip of duct tape. He picks up the plastic bag and an evil smile forms across his lips.] CC: DON'T YOU DO IT, REASON! OA: MY, GOD, _NO_!!! REASON HAS WRAPPED THE PLASTIC BAG AROUND KILJOY'S FACE!!! [Horrified screams.] OA: REASON DUCT TAPES THE BAG TO KILJOY'S NECK! REASON IS GOING TO _KILL_ KILJOY!!! CC: SOMEONE _STOP_ THIS! NOW!!! OA: KILJOY IS _SUFFOCATING_!!! HE'S KICKING AND FLOPPING AROUND! _DESPARATELY_ GASPING FOR AIR!!! CC: REASON WON'T LET CARTWRIGHT NEAR KILJOY! HE _WANTS_ THIS!!! [Kiljoy's body convulses on the canvas, then comes to a sudden stop. A hush comes over the arena.] OA: REASON LEAVES KILJOY LAYING!!! CARTWRIGHT IS RIPPING AT THE DUCT TAPE, TRYING TO GET THAT BAG OFF OF REASON!!! "CRACK!!!!" OA: AND REASON DELIVERS ONE FINAL SHOT WITH THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! JUST FOR GOOD MEASURE! [The ref rips open the bag and rip off the tape. He motions for the EMT's to come... as he does this, Reason grabs his wrist and drag him back to the middle of the ring.] OA: REASON HAS DRAGGED CARTWRIGHT BACK TO THE RING! HE'S _COVERING_ KILJOY!!! CC: CARTWRIGHT'S GOT NO CHOICE! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!! DING! DING! DING! ["Schsim" begind to play over the loudspeakers.] OA: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER ... ... AND _STILL_ IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ... M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! OA: REASON WINS THIS MATCH; HE'S STILL THE CHAMPION, BUT THAT ISN'T THE _STORY_ HERE! THE STORY IS RIGHT THERE ON THE CANVAS!!! CC: MATTHEW REASON HAS BROUGHT A HUSH OVER THE CROWD THAT WAS SUPPORTING HIM ALL THROUGHOUT THIS MATCH! THERE IS NO ONE ON EARTH WHO CAN CONDONE REASON'S ACTIONS TONIGHT! [Reason rips the title off Kiljoy's waist...EMT's rush out to a bloody and unconscious Paul Kiljoy, they can't unlock him so they bring out bolt cutters to cut the cuffs... Reason sits and stares with a sick sadistic smile.] OA: MATTHEW REASON GOES INTO DAY 3 TO CHALLENGE STEVE SPECTOR FOR THE UNIFIED CHAMPIONSHIP, BUT WILL HE EVER BE THE SAME? WILL PAUL KILJOY EVER BE THE SAME? [Reason raises one finger, then his other hand, and glances at it, raising a second one.] OA: FOLKS, THIS HAS BEEN DAY ONE OF EGOS AND ICONS! AND IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT, WE'RE JUST GETTING _STARTED_! JOIN US FOR DAY 2, WHEN TEAM I-SLASH BATTLES TEAM EWA FOR OWNERSHIP OF THE COMPANY, AND THEN ... A UNIFIED, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION ... WILL BE CROWNED WHEN MATTHEW REASON FACES STEVE SPECTOR!!! 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