[TV14 DSLV] [A precession of fragments from day one light up the screen, beginning with the confrontation between Brian Nelson, Sierra Hayes, and "Bad Eye" McBaine.] 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!! << << << OA: ANOTHER KICKOUT!! 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!] << << << [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! << << << GUNNAR: 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!!!] << << << [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 shakeSť 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 that's what a moment here in the I- Slash! 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 ring.] "THUMP!!" OA: OH COME ON! CARDIAC FROM THE BACK ON HIS OWN DAMN PARTNERSť 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 mask, and finally has it back in his possession. He is now laying the boots to the back of his tag partner, is it worth it, 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 on-- wait a minute! That's Mack! that's Hades! They're coming to join the party! [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 mates! He's concerned about Infinite Justice! [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 unity! << << << 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. << << << [Storm with a right, and it waivers Pietka, he almost falls backwards but holds on, shaking the ladder, shaking their balance, but 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 air, a 15 foot fall, and a collective gasp from the crowd followed by a ... "CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" ... and then ... "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!!!!!" ... 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 ladder, through 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! << << << [Suddenly, the man drops the microphone, and unzips the back of the mask... "HO-LY-SHIT!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!" ... to reveal the face of... ] CC & OA: SHANE DESTINY!!! [That's right. Shane Destiny stands over the fallen Dave Pietka.] << << << [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: 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?!? << << << [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!!! << << << 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!!! << << << [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 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!!!!!" << << << 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!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "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: 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.] [Fade.] ##### # ####### ### / ###### / / ### ### #/ /# / / / ## ## ## / / / ## # ## ## / / ### ## ## ## ## ## ### ## /### /### ## /## ## ## ### ### ## / ### / / #### / ## / ### /### ## ### ### ## / ###/ ## ###/ ##/ ### / ### ## ### /## ## ## ## #### ## ## ## ## #/ /## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ## #/ ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ### # / # / ## ## ## ### ## ## ### / /## / ## ## /# /### ## ## ## #####/ / ########/ ### / ####/ ## / #### / ## ## ### / ##### ##/ ### ## ###/ ## ## | / \) / / / _ \ | __/ _| -_)(_-< -_) \ _|(_-< _| _| \___|___/\___|_| _|\__|___/ _)_)_) [A still photo of a younger Brian Nelson and "Slick" Rick Baptist from 1996 with hands joined high, posing with several EWA superstars that include Caleb Temple, the Dark Destroyer, and Hellshock. Both smiling. The edges of the photo catch a fire that gradually reduces the fading memory to crisp ashes.] # This is the end # Beautiful friend [A candid black and white backstage photo of Gunnar Gaines and "Dreamlover" Trey Porter discussing strategy for the TLC match at Set It Off. It meets the same fate as the previous photo.] # This is the end # My only friend, the end [A photo of "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, Johnny "Cool" Coles, and a man unknown to the I-Slash by the name of Chris Winters raising their arms in a ring. Burn, baby, burn.] # Of our elaborate plans, the end # Of everything that stands, the end [The next photo shows Brian Nelson and Rick Baptist in an office. Baptist delivering a silver Haliburton. Torch it.] # No safety or surprise, the end # I'll never look into your eyes...again [Gunnar Gaines and DTP sharing a bottle of Wood Grain at the top of a ladder. The IWF/WOW World Championship just within reach. Smoke it.] # Can you picture what will be # So limitless and free [A still of Nate McMannis and Johnny Coles talking civily backstage, even with the "I Made You" t-shirt that Coles wears. This one's toast too.] # Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand # In a...desperate land [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 two 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 black suit and purple dress shirt, with a slightly lighter purple tie.] OA: DAY TWO IS UPON US! THE FATE OF THE I-SLASH WILL BE DECIDED _TONIGHT_, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TONIGHT WILL BE THE END FOR SOMEONE! CC: As phenomenal as day one was, Ambrose, as SHOCKING as some of the events that went down were, tonight could very well top it all! We've got the Killing Machines defending the tag team titles against Steel City's Finest! Rally Jackson defending the spotlight title against Trace Michaels! Gunnar Gaines and DTP defending their honor against EACH OTHER! "Suicidal" Nate McMannis defending his spot in the Judgement Day Rumble when he and Maverick take on Super Cool in a match McMannis made famous, but has NEVER won! And Team I- Slash, RRJ, Justin Arcola, and Cooper Concrete defending the entire company against Caleb Temple, Hellshock, and the Dark Destroyer! It's ALL on the line tonight! OA: There's no telling what we're in store for tonight, but what DO we know? We know that Matthew Reason and Steve Spector will come face to face on day three of Egos and Icons to unify the I-Slash and EWA championships! We know that "Bad Eye" McBaine and Sierra Hayes are STILL on the HUNT for Brian Nelson! We know that Trevor Storm is the new IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion! We now know that SHANE DESTINY is right here in the I-Slash, and he's got a score to settle with Dave Pietka! CC: THAT was a shock, but a welcome one! Welcome to the I-Slash, Shane! OA: Will you take your nose out of his buttcheeks? This promises to be a night for the record books, folks! But, uh Š first I hear we've got something going on backstage? CC: Alright! An altercation! What a way to kick us off! [Fade in to "Tigerheart" Rally Jackson and Lisa Nelson walking hand in hand down a corridor backstage. "Idolizer" Trace Michaels is standing around across the room. He waves in Lisa' direction and she tries to hide a wave back. Rally notices the occurence and then puts on an evil smile. He walks with Lisa all the way over towards Michaels and nudges her right into him.] RALLY: Whoah whoah, what the hell are you doing, man? You trying to cop a feel on my girlfriend? [ Š pulling Lisa away Š ] ITM: Ummm, no? RALLY: Y'know what, I'm sick of this. Sick of you doing everything in your power to steer my lil' cinnamon dip away from me. Singing to her, coming by to talk to her hoping I'm not around, attempting to turn down strippers. Well pal, this is where you draw the line. _Nobody_ touches my girlfriend. Except me, Tito, and anyone willing to pay the ten dollar fee. ITM: I don't know if I have ten dollars... I might. Sometimes I keep my money in my shoe in case I run into Cooper Concrete. [ITM smiles at Lisa, then pulls a flower out of his pocket, straightens the petals and gives it to her. Rally smacks the flower away.] RALLY: Look at you. Seriously, nobody buys your dorky little "Can't Hardly Wait I heard a Barry Manilow song on the way over so it must be fate I think I'll write her a letter and ask for Super Scott's advice" bullsh*t. Those movies went out in the eighties along with velcro shoes and your sister's virginity. So stop looking at my girlfriend with those puppy dog slash (yes he really says the word "slash") obsessed stalker eyes because I feel like hurling all over your $7.49 outfit from TJ Max. So what I plan on doing is putting an end to these kids games once and for all _TONIGHT_. ::awkward pause:: I'm talking about when I beat you in our match. You knew what I meant, right? ITM: [shrugs] Hmmm? Oh, sorry... I was just thinking about that DTP/Gunnar Gaines Alaskan Ladder Match. Isn't it exciting? Just think... Egos and Icons is a three day event... and we landed on the same day as "Dreamlover" Trey Porter! Heck, I bet he's in the building right now! You know, signing autographs for mentally challenged quadrapalegic kids with cancer or something. Ooh, la, la! [uncomfortable silence] GOOD GRIEF! RALLY: Hmmm. See you in the ring. [Rally and Lisa begin to walk away, but Rally turns around quickly and has one last thing to say.] RALLY: Seriously bro, I wasn't kidding about that ten dollar fee thing so could ya cough it up? I plan on -- ITM: Ooh, la, la! [Rally raises an eyebrow at ITM's out of place comment, continuing.] RALLY: -- biggie sizing my number three after I smear your face all over the ring. And I'm a lil' strapped for cash. ITM: Oh, yeah, right. Sorry. [ITM takes off his shoe and, surprised to find money, hands the ten dollars over to Rally Jackson, who suspiciously accepts. ITM smiles and waves to Rally and Lisa as they depart.] CC: Ten bucks!? Brian will let you do more than touch him for four ninety-nine. OA: I don't want to know WHY you know that. Did you see the look on Lisa's face throughout that thing that resembled a conversation? The girl is heartbroken! Here she is in the corner of the man who's making life hell for the man she obviously really loves. CC: The only thing she could be infatuated with about Trace Michaels is his extensive collection of DTP's used boxer shorts, which Trey sells on the internet for a reasonable transaction! OA: I don't want to know how you know that either. Folks, we've still got the IWF/WOW Spotlight Title match ahead of us, but first we head down to the ring for a match that's caused a lot of controversy in the I-Slash. It seems this organization has been divided between the singles stars and the tag teams! The singles stars, specifically Mack Ensasserol and Hades, feeling that the tag team championships are a joke. Something they could reach out and grab anytime they want. The tag teams of the I-Slash feel that the singles stars take their division way too lightly and that they aren't getting the credit they deserve. The Killing Machines, our tag champions, specifically are tired of singles wrestlers pairing up and making a mockery of the hard work put forth by what they feel are legit tag teams. CC: Well the tag team titles have been held by some of the biggest names in I- Slash history. Alex Extreme and Magnus Colby. Shane St. Clair and Razor Ron Jeremy. Billy Rock and Justin Arcola. Eric Travers and Wade Thompson. Super Scott and Johnny Coles. OA: ALL of which are singles competitors, Cordell. CC: Exactly. Everybody point and laugh at the tag division! OA: Let's get to the ring. ooo==================ooo==================ooo IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Killing Machines vs. Steel City's Finest ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: This contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! [POP!!] [A 21 piece marching band decked out in black and gold jogs out from the curtain and stands on each side of the ring aisle.] OA: Oh great. The stupid marching band again. CC: Stupid marching band?!!?? This is the H_O_A MArching band, daddy!!! The cream of the crop! [Lawrence Poe, the band director. snatches the mike and clears his throat.] POPE: Before I get started in my introductions...I was told by the God of Wrestling himself to read this statement... [Pope unfolds a piece of paper.] POPE: Donovan McNabb is overrated. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" POPE: Your cheese steaks taste like asshole sandwiches. '"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" POPE: And most of all......Ben Franklin was a pussy. ["ANTI-PATRIOT" HEEL HEAT!!!] POPE: Ladies and Gentlemen of the accursed City of (scoff) Brotherly Love...the following tag team comes top you from the FINEST AREA IN ALL OF PENNSYLVANIA....... PITTSBURGH..... [The I-SORE shows an image of the Pittsburgh Skyline.] [FUCK THE STEEL CITY HEAT!!!] CC: Like this crappy town is much better. [Pope signals to the band. Drum roll....] #BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMPA [pause] #BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMPA [pause] #BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMPA [pause] [The band kicks into a uptempo version of Filter's "Under".] POPE: I proudly present to you, in association with the FINEST stable in wrestling: the H_O_A........ "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" POPE:(lower voice) being led to the ring by the FINEST towel boy available.. Rudy Ensasserol.. [CROWD POP FOR RUDY!!!] [Rudy walks out of the curtain. He gives the crowd a nervous smile and a wave. Under his arms he has a black and gold towel and a large water bottle.] POPE: (loud voice)__THE GREATEST EWA CHAMPION EVER__ "S H O C K E R" M A C K E N S A S S E R O L ! ! ! [Mack is the next one out. He pushes his younger brother out of the way to let the crowd get a look at his Pittsburgh Steeler's football Jersey with #352 on the front and Mack on the back. On his head he wears a black bandana. His eyes, still damaged from the brutal attack from Steve Spector, hold a pair of sports goggles.] POPE: __AND "THE GOD OF WRESTLING"__ H A D E S ! ! ! [The music continues to play as Hades jogs out wearing the same #352 jersey (except for a Captain letter on the front and "GOD" on the back). He has a black streak under each eye. ] POPE: ....THEY ARE S T E E L C I T Y 'S F I N E S T ! ! ! ["DROWNING OUT THE MUSIC" HEEL HEAT!] [The HoA marching band begins to kick into high gear as both Mack and Hades raise their arms and Rudy again gets pushed behind them. He drops the water bottle to the ground and tries to pick it up. Mack gives him a kick in the ass as he bends over, causing Rudy to fall face first and roll down the ramp.] CC: Looks like Steel City's Finest have there game faces on. OA: Yeah...but they've yet to win a match in the tag division. At Set it Off, Super Cool beat them. Three weeks ago, Infinite Justice beat them. CC: That just means there about due for a win. [Hades and Mack climb opposite turnbuckles and bask in the fan's jeers.] FRANCINE: Their opponents ... ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers loudly.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, accompanied by Jawaad "Midnight" Mahmood ... hailing from New York City, New York ... at a combined weight of five-hundred and five pounds ... here are the IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... OVERKILL! DEMOLISHER! T H E K I L L I N G M A C H I N E S ! ! ! ["Midnight" Jawaad bin Mahmood first comes out during the opening chords of "Enter Sandman". He is dressed in a long black leather jacket, with his "NICW" t-shirt underneath. He also has a black bandana on his head. He pauses at the top of the entrance ramp, the raises both of his fists up. Two red balls of flame suddenly go up as the music kicks into high gearŠand Overkill and Demolisher suddenly appear behind Mahmood! The three slowly walk to the ring, looking forward with purpose. Mahmood jaws with the fans a little. They are wearing matching sunglasses, black leather biker jackets, gloves, boots, and tights. Their tights are mainly black, with a few white markings for decoration, and the name of each wrestler emblazoned on the right leg. As they enter the ring, they remove their jackets and shades. Jawaad Mahmood then raises up the arms of both men, and then they start pacing around the ring, waiting for their opponents. "Enter Sandman" dissipates.] DING! DING! OA: Hades and Overkill starting us off... CC: HA! OA: Right off the bat, Hades almost taking Overkill's head off with a lariat! CC: It's a joke that two singles competitors like Hades and Mack would have to waste there time even wrestling this match. Just give them the tag titles! OA: That's a very immature attit...what?! Hades going for a cover?! One! OA: BIG KICKOUT! What the... Hades actually looks shocked?! CC: Damn right he's shocked. I could swear he had it! OA: ...Crane... we're only into the first minute. One move has been hit. The manner in which he covered Overkill was sloppy. ...How on earth could you think that was it? CC: ...Suspension of disbelief? OA : ...Hades locking on a scorpion deathlock... Suspension of disbelief?!? Who the hell are you trying to kid? Do you honestly think this is going to be a cakewalk? CC: Sure. Hades and Mack are established singles stars. As we all know, tag wrestlers are just guys who couldn't make it by themselves. Stop talking Ambrose; Hades could finish this any minute! OA: It's absolutely disgusting the way Hades and Mack have dismissed the Killing Machines. The tag division hasn't been this strong since the Machines were last in the IWF/WOW. ...And back then the Killing Machines were the cornerstone of the division! If Hades and Mack think this is going to be easy, they're in for a LONG and PAINFUL night. CC: You're just mad that Mack didn't invite you to his bachelor party. OA: ...wait...EVEN YOU GOT AN INVITE?! [As Ambrose starts to weep like a little girl, Hades looks baffled at Overkill. Why hasn't he submitted yet? Letting go of the scorpion deathlock, Hades gestures to Mack. He needs to save his strength for the rumble. This match is over. Shifting his grasp on Overkill's legs, Hades pulls them up into his variation of the Texas cloverleaf. Overkill is clearly in pain. He can't really flail his arms about, however, as Mack is quick to run in, locking on his crippler crossface/dragon sleeper variation.] CC: GATES OF HELL... _AND_ THE KEYSTONE CLUTCH!!! You were saying Ambrose?! OA: Why on earth would they pull these out so early?! CC: I'm going to beat the spread afterall... wait! [As referee, Geoff Cartwright is busy trying to get Ensassarol out of the ring, Demolisher steps over the top rope. Grimacing, Demolisher casually walks up to Ensassarol... then starts to stomp down on his head. Brutally, and repeatedly, just grinding downwards until the "Shocker" has no choice but to let go of his Keystone clutch.] OA: Demolisher coming to Overkill's aid, and he doesn't look happy. [Mack looks confused... that actually hurt. He starts to sit up just in time to be kicked in the head. Cartwright is desperately telling Demolisher to wait to tag in. Ignoring the ref, BigD lays in brutal kick after brutal kick, knocking Ensassarol out of the ring. Hades still has the "Gates of Hell" locked on; blissfully unaware of what is transpiring behind him. Pushing up off the mat, Overkill starts to pull his legs back, but Hades won't give an inch. Suddenly Overkill kicks forward, knocking Hades to the canvas, as he breaks the painful lock.] CC: OVERKILL JUST BROKE THE GATES OF HELL!!! HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!? OA: ...Hades didn't really work the legs much prior to applying the hold. CC: ...and WHOSE fault is THAT? ...oh...wait... [Demolisher returns to his corner; on the other side of the ring, Hades is quick to sit up after being thrown forward. Shock. Outrage. Disgust. Hades sneers in contempt as the two-minute mark is passed. This isn't going to be the cakewalk or is it. Rubbing his back in pain, Overkill throws a stiff forearm into Hades's face. It isn't. Hades staggers into the ropes, rebounding off, he takes another stiff forearm shot. The crowd lights up.] OA: If Killing Machines weren't pissed off before, I think it's safe to say they are now. [Hades tries to come back, when Overkill lands a spinning heel kick right to the face. Blood gushes out of Hades's nose, as the "God of Wrestling" rolls to the outside. Sneering, Hades wipes the blood off his nose; a sympathetic Ensassarol pats him on the back, as the two seem to discuss strategy on the outside.] OA: A little late for that Gentlemen... CC: It's never too late. Besides Mack has had a lot on his mind... can you blame him for not paying the Killing Machines any attention? OA: The Killing Machines seem to. [Grabbing the back of Hades' neck, Overkill drags the "God of Wrestling" back into the ring. Overkill starts to pull him into a headlock, but Hades fires off a few elbows to the stomach. As Overkill stumbles backwards, Hades starts to unload with some lefts and rights. A roundhouse right causes Overkill to stagger backwards. Hades hooks the arm, looking for an exploder suplex, when Overkill fires back with a knife-edge chop of his own.] "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" [Underestimate the champs? Hades chest is bruised, bright red, and inflamed. In a word, disgusting. ...Not unlike Happy Go Jacky's... Ensassarol is a lucky man. Ugh. I hear at the actual wedding they're planning on replacing Jacky with Echo Dare's monkey. ...Because Mack won't work with dogs. You think these jokes are torture; you can only imagine what Hades is going through. It's safe to say that Hades wished he'd put on a half hour interview, Overkill might not be as mad. The welts might not be as large...] OA: Overkill just unloading on Hades with some STIFF knife-edge chops. Actually slapping Hades over to the other side of the ring... the Killing Machines corner. CC: Oh come on ref, they're cheating!!! [A sixth knife-edged chop sends Hades reeling back into corner. Overkill starts to choke the grizzled veteran against the ropes. The fans love it. Cartwright starts to count: 1, 2, 3, 4... Overkill lets go, stepping out of the corner so the referee can chastise his behaviour. While Cartwright acts like a big man, Demolisher starts to choke the "God of Wrestling" against the top rope.] CC: The audience is actually cheering this behaviour! Are they retarded?!? OA: After that brutal attack Steel City's Finest perpetrated against the Killing Machines on the last Graphic Nature, they have NO sympathy. Karma's a bitch! [Ignoring referee Geoff Cartwright, Overkill walks past him, tagging in Demolisher to a HUGE POP~! Still on the apron, Demolisher grab's the neck of a gasping Hades. Running along the outside apron, Demolisher runs Hades' face along the top rope, giving the long-time leader of the HOA quite the rope burn. Coming to the end of the corner, Demolisher smashes Hades' head into the top- turnbuckle. As Hades crumbles to the canvas, BigD menacingly steps over the top rope to a HUGE POP~!] OA: Demolisher in, immediately hitting a legdrop on the still gagging Hades. CC: The brute! OA: If you thought Overkill was acting touché about being taken lightly, wait till Demolisher is finished with the leader of the HOA. [Demolisher reaches down, grabbing Hades' hair; BigD pulls him up to his feet. With general ease Demolisher throws Hades into the corner, not unlike a rag doll. A few well-placed palm strikes just pick apart Pittsburgh's finest. As Hades slumps back against the post, Demolisher moves in for the kill...] OA: IRON CLAW... no wait, throttling the neck, Demolisher is going for a chokeslam... CC: Iron claw? Ha! It's way too early in this match to count Hades out. What kind of idiot woul... [Pulling him out of the corner, Demolisher goes for a chokeslam. ...But Hades starts to struggle around. Hooking Demolisher's arm, Hades falls backwards, driving the hyper-extended limb into the mat with an arm-DDT. Big D recoils his arm in agony, as a groggy Hades tries to pull himself up using the ropes.] OA: Hades catching Demolisher off guard, now trying to tag out to Mack. ...But coming up quick behind him is Demolisher... CC: OH NO! I can't watch... look out Hades! [Hades turns around just in time to swallow a BIG BOOT. Grabbing Hades' arm, Demolisher Irish whips the "God of Wrestling" into the corner. Hitting hard, Hades staggers out. Charging forward Demolisher goes for a lariat...] OA: Lariat by De...damn. CC: HA! Hades catching the arm in midair with a... cross arm breaker! [Hades weight is too much for Demolisher who makes a valiant 360-degree turn before Hades completely locks on the hold, forcing the large man to drop him to the mat. Demolisher tries to reach down with his free arm, but Hades simply bats it away with his leg.] OA: Hades really doing a number on Demolisher's arm. CC: Of course he is. Hades is in totally control at all time! Just when you start to think, maybe he's bitten off more than he can chew, that's exactly when Hades finishes off the match! That's the kind of gu...damn. [Demolisher grabs Hades' leg, as the "God of Wrestling" tries to fend off the big man. Hooking it further around his leg, Demolisher cringes for a moment, then starts to lift Hades up in a sloppy variation of a pump-handle slam. Hades tries to wrench Demolisher's arm out of the socket, but it is of little assistants. Moments after being lifted into the air, Hades comes crashing down, letting go of the armbreaker on impact.] OA: Hades looks out of it. But Demolisher seems to have hurt his arm. Now Hades slowly crawling over to his corner, trying to tag out, as Demolisher attempts to get some feeling back in his arm... CC: Come on Hades... you can do it... why aren't these idiots cheering him on!? [Rudy Ensassarol stands next to Mack on the apron. Concerned, he starts to flail about his towel, using it as a fan in an attempt to cool Hades off. Noticing Hades out of the corner of his eye, Demolisher cradles his right arm against his stomach as he starts to stalk after the "God of Wrestling." Not paying attention as he crawls to his corner, Hades slaps his hand upward... accidentally tagging Rudy. Before Mack can object, Rudy is beaming, having entered the ring.] OA: What the hell are you doing Rudy? Get the hell out of there! CC: GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! I swear... I love the HOA... er... don't mind them, but its hard to cheer them on with Rudy there. [Rudy charges forward, only to find out quickly that this isn't ICON. Grabbing Rudy's hair, Demolisher tosses the kid out through the ropes, before fixing his sights on Hades who rests against the post, taking a breather. Reaching over, Mack Ensassarol slaps Hades on the shoulder, tagging himself in.] OA: Demolisher rushing the corner... CC: ...And Mack slingshots himself in over-the-top with a dropkick. What an athlete. [Demolisher back peddles slightly before coming back. Mack is quick to follow up with a dropkick to the knee. Demolisher tries to stomp on Ensassarol, but Mack rolls out of the way at the last second. Frustrated, Demolisher goes for a legdrop, this too misses Ensassarol. Demolisher starts to push himself off the mat, when Mack hits him with a shining wizard.] OA: Ensassarol catching Demolisher in the face with that swift kick... Demolisher looks angry... CC: ...Like he has another expression. The Killing Machines aren't exactly models, despite the fact they think like them... [Demolisher goes for a clothesline, it is ducked. Spinning around, Demolisher goes for another clothesline, it to is ducked. Dashing across the ring, Ensassarol jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. Enraged, Demolisher follows him in with what looks like an avalanche. Whatever it is doesn't connect, as Mack comes off the turnbuckle with a leaping shining wizard. This opens a small gash above Demolisher's right eye.] OA: The crowd absolutely hates it, but Ensassarol is PUMPED. [Perhaps a little too caught up in the moment, Mack climbs up to the top- turnbuckle in the opposite corner. Timing himself, he seems to be going for another shining wizard. This isn't to be, as Overkill shakes the ropes. Wobbling for a moment, Ensassarol teases a fall. He's all right folks. Wait. No. He is crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd approves. Now if only Rudy would do it, we might be free.] OA: Ensassarol was building momentum, still shouldn't have gone to the top rope. CC: Blah! Mack can do whatever he wants. It's not like Demolisher can catch up with hi...damn. [Walking up slowly, Demolisher reaches up, wrapping his right fist around Ensassarol's head. The crowd is electric, as Demolisher locks Mack in the IRON CLAW!] OA: I...IRON CLAW... ON THE TOP ROPE! CC: NO! This isn't fair. Damn it ref, Mack is clearly in the ropes, STOP THIS! [Mack looks like he's in agony. This is the worst pain ever. No, Mack remembers the crotch, but this is a close second. Stepping up to the middle ropes, Demolisher starts to pull Ensassarol upright with the IRON CLAW. While he's having a hard time standing, Ensassarol slowly gets up under the pressure of the claw.] OA: ...He wouldn't... CC: He isn't... OA: I-R-O-N C-L-A-W OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!! "THUD!!!" [Flashbulbs go off all over the Union Centre. Both men crash against the canvas to a sickening Thud. Mack's body goes limp, bouncing a good foot into the air, upon hitting the mat. The impact is too much for Demolisher's arm, as he quickly releases the Iron Claw, cradling his arm against his side in excruciating pain.] OA: IT'S OVER! CC: THAT BASTARD!!! OA: Wait; Demolisher seems to have injured his arm. CC: Good. I hope he has to pull out of the rumble and let a real wrestler into it... like... Jim Russ! OA: If Demolisher can just make the cover the Killing Machines will win... [Rudy tries to lead the crowd in a pro-HOA chant. It doesn't catch on. Bleeding from the nose, Hades watches on in his corner. Geoff Cartwright checks to see if Demolisher is all right. Ignoring the referee, Demolisher shakes his arm, trying to regain some feeling; then quickly slides it across Mack's chest.] CC: I... I can't watch. ONE! TWO!!! THREE???? OA: Damn. CC: ENSASSAROL GOT HIS FOOT IN THE ROPES! HIS FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Ha! Do your worst Machines! You can't possibly touch... OA: You realize that Mack is now virtually defenseless... CC: ...MUST YOU RUIN MY MOMENT IN THE SUN? [Holding his right arm against his side, Demolisher slowly gets up. Reaching down, he grabs Mack by the neck. The crowd is on fire, as Demolisher slowly pulls Ensassarol up. Groaning, Demolisher uses one arm to lift Mack up in the air. Holding him suspended, in a standard textbook suplex...] OA: This could be it. CC: Will you shut up?! OA: H...wait, what is he doing? [Sliding through the middle ropes without losing a step, Hades dashes across the ring. Before Overkill can notice to cut him off, Hades is in the centre of the ring. Demolisher spots him just as the "God of Wrestling" buries a boot in his gut. Demolisher doubles over in pain. The good news? He connects with the suplex, dropping Mack awkwardly onto his head. The bad news? In doing so, Demolisher sets himself up for a...] OA: WIDOWMAKER!!!! WIDOWMAKER!!!!!! [Overkill starts to enter the ring, but the referee cuts him off. By this point Hades is already headed back to his corner. Of course, he's dragging an unconscious Mack Ensassarol behind him. Demolisher lays out cold in the centre of the ring. Pulling the "Shocker" into the corner, Hades steps out through the ropes. He quickly slaps the unconscious Ensassarol, tagging himself in. Back through the ropes, Hades dives half-way across the ring in an effort to make a quick cover...] OA: You can't do that! CC: There's a reason why Hades is so great. OA: This is total bull! ONE!! TWO!! THRE-- OA: KICKOUT!!! CC: What?! OA: Hades tagged himself in quickly, just not fast enough to capitalize on the move. [Irritated by how long this is taking, Hades grimaces, hoisting Demolisher up onto his back. Sighing heavily, Hades slowly wraps one arm around Demolisher's head. Adjusting the unconscious member of the Killing Machine's weight against his back, Hades seems to be setting him up for his "Depths of Hades" Death Valley Driver variation.] OA: Hades seems to be going for the Depths of Hades... if he lands this, the match is as good as over... [Hades slowly starts to rotate in a circle, so he can taunt Overkill when he's hitting it. However, just as he faces the Killing Machine's corner, the crowd lights up again. Hades' eyes go wide as he spots Overkill coming off the top. Moments later Overkill almost rips Hades' head off with a flying clothesline. The force causes Hades to fall over, and with Demolisher set up for a DVD, he is in the perfect position to land a...] OA: DOUBLE TEAM, NOW A BACKSLIDE FROM DEMOLISHER ON HADES! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE-- CC: KICKOUT BY HADES! [Hades holds his throat, rubbing it after the clothesline. Next to him Demolisher slowly gets to his feet. Chastised by Geoff Cartwright, Overkill makes his way back to the corner. While his back turned, Mack Ensassarol races into the ring. By the time Demolisher gets up, Hades and Mack are behind him. Bringing the large man over with a stereo german suplex.] CC: DOUBLE GERMAN SUPLEX FROM STEEL CITY'S FINEST! OA: And holding for a cover? You have to be kidding; an illegal man is in there helping to make the cover! CC: ...And WHAT a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! OA: Overkill makes the save! CC: Ugh, who is he trying to kid? [Overkill is on fire, nailing Hades, then Ensassarol, going back and forth between them as the crowd eats it up. Finally Ensassarol catches a kick directed at his midsection, before Ensassarol can react, Overkill nails a brutal enzuigiri. Grabbing his head in pain, Ensassarol staggers over to his corner. Overkill goes outside to his corner, as Demolisher lifts Hades up for a press slam, into his corner.] CC: Jesus, I just realized something... OA: What's that Cordell? CC: Steel City is Pittsburgh. Thus the name Steel City's Finest is actually a shallow attempt to send "mad props" to the people of Pittsburgh. OA: ...And? CC: I hate Pittsburgh. I...I...I'm a little conflicted here. This match has just taken on so many new dimensions for me... do I care if anyone wins? [Overkill goes up top, diving off with a somersault senton much to the crowd's delight. With his arms slightly outstretched to his side, while Overkill flies through the air, he actually manages to slap Demolisher's hand in midair. A cool visual, as well as making him the legal man as he hits his finisher.] CC: Argh... OF COURSE I do, for making me cheer on a Pittsburgh team, I hope the Killing Machines burn in hell. OA: Somersault Senton by Overkill!!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! THREE??? OA: NO! Mack makes the save. [Mack catches Overkill with a Pittsburgh Backbreaker. Demolisher starts to intervene, but Mack manages to knock the big man off the apron with a knife-edge chop. Trying to take a page out of Hades' book, Mack grabs the quasi-conscious Hades, attempting to pull him into his corner. He can't.] CC: Mack owns. Hey, wait a minute, maybe I'm wrong about the Steel City. OA: No, Pittsburgh sucks ass. CC: Not about that, I mean about which city it is. Maybe Detroit is the Steel City... OA: Nah, Detroit is the Motor City. CC: Motor City's Finest? Dale Earnhardt and Michael Schumacher? OA: Awesome team, but kind of hard given Earnhardt's untimely passing. CC: Yeah, that would make it tough to sign the team. Still, we should petition Mr. Nelson; if anyone can do it, he can. [Eventually pulling his arm away from Mack, Hades sits up with a sneer. He shouts something at his young colleague. Mack is quick to race back to his corner, leaning in for a tag. Getting up, Hades starts to slowly walk across the ring. Holding his back in pain, Overkill notices this. Cringing, Overkill races across the ring... a second two late. The crowd jeers loudly as a tag is made.] OA: Ensassarol catching Overkill with a dropkick to the knee! Now pulling him into a... facebuster! CC: YES, YES, YES!!! Take THAT you one named piece of trash! OA: ...But Hades also only has one name as well... CC: ...Stop ruining my moments. [Both men are quick to get up, Overkill nailing Mack with a standing sidekick, then following it up with a spinning heel kick. Overkill then rebounds off the ropes with a leg lariat... but Mack ducks under, grabbing one of Overkill's legs while avoiding. As Overkill hits the mat hard, Mack lays in a few elbowdrops to the killing machine's leg. Overkill tries to pull away, but Mack keeps pulling his leg out from under him. Having finally found a sound strategy, Mack decides to ground the smaller highflier with a figure-four leglock.] OA: Mack trying to take Overkill's legs out. CC: He looks like he's in a lot of pain. Good. [Struggling around on the mat, Overkill starts to squirm up, trying to reach the bottom rope. They are only a foot away from him. Overkill completely ignores the referee, ignores Mack's taunting as he desperately reaches up. The crowd are all behind him. He manages to get one finger on the rope... then grasps it with one arm. Referee, Geoff Cartwright tells Mack to break it. Here's a "Shocker," Ensassarol refuses to. Reaching up with the other arm, Overkill pulls himself with such force, that the upper-half of his body is dragged right outside the ring.] OA: Overkill would never submit. See this isn't about a sneak attack or a personal slight. This is bigger than that. CC: Eh, give Mack a few more minutes; he'll have Overkill tapping like a bitch. OA: No way. See, a lot of the fine teams in the back that have contributed greatly to the success of the division... guys like the Killing Machines, Infinite Justice, hell, even Echo Dare & Cardiac... they resent the hell out of these singles wrestlers who just decide on a whim to form tag teams. [He probably shouldn't, but when is an opportunity like this going to present itself again? Hades climbs to the top rope. Diving to the outside of the ring with the FALL FROM GRACE. He connects on Overkill's throat... who actually dangles on the outside of the ring? While Hades crashes to the concrete floor, Overkill is definitely worst for wear.] CC: ...But getting gold in the tag division is SOOOOO much easier. Why shouldn't they!? OA: ...Guys like Super Cool... guys like Steel City's Finest. They haven't been tagging for more than a few months, and their already going after the titles? No. CC: Why not? There clearly better athletes. If the Killing Machines were half- decent wrestlers they'd be singles. OA: ...Ha...Killing Machines sending a message to any other wannabe mix matched team in the back. That message? The tag division is for serious tag competitors, not these odd couples who decide they want some gold. [Clearly unable to defend himself, Overkill is easy prey for Mack. Pulling Overkill back into the ring, Mack slowly pulls him into the Delfin Clutch. Hate the originator, love the move! Coughing violently, it doesn't look like Overkill can take much more of this...] OA: I don't know how much longer Overkill can last... CC: I know, how long has he been around... a decade? [Demolisher makes the save, once again stomping away at Ensassarol. Ensassarol tries to cover up, but Demolisher just reigns down with brutal punch after brutal punch. Hades limps in trying to stop this beat-down... only to be caught in the IRON CLAW! The crowd cheer there heads off, as Demolisher tries to squeeze Hades head off. The "God of Wrestling" throws a few punches into Big D's abdomen... but nothing can make Demolisher release the hold. Eventually his punches get weaker, as Hades is forced down against the canvas.] OA: Demolisher really has that claw locked on! This would be it, if Hades weren't the illegal man... CC: Or Demolisher for that matter. [Holding his neck in pain, Overkill drags Ensassarol back to the Killing Machine's corner. When Hades stops putting up a fight, Demolisher leaves him on the canvas, walking back to join his partner. The two men hit a double brain- buster on the "Shocker." Then pick Mack up, into a double spinebuster. Mack is looking out of it as they nail him with a double snap suplex.] OA: Overkill Irish whipping Ensassarol into a BIG lariat by Demolisher. Ensassarol is looking out of it. He hasn't been in the match as much as Hades, but the Killing Machines seem to be delighting at double-teaming the hell out of the former EWA champion. "SLAP!" OA: Demolisher once again tagging in. Hades is a complete wreck on the other side of the ring, and Mack looks like he's in some trouble. CC: Wait a minute... OA: Demolisher calling for the KILLING BLOW! CC: Wa...wait...but...they can't! This isn't fair... [Demolisher grabs Mack by the back of the neck, first yanking the young man upright, then pulling him into a belly-to-back suplex. This would be painful, but wouldn't be that big a problem, only after lifting Mack up in the air, Demolisher sits him on the top turnbuckle. Overkill is perched outside the ring, on the middle ropes, ready to strike...] OA: ... [Flashbulbs start to go off as Demolisher pulls Mack over with a belly-to-back superplex. Mack lands halfway across the ring, to the sound of a sickening crash. Overkill then jumps up on the top turnbuckle, ready to complete the finisher. Hades looks up. After the IRON CLAW he is barely there... with just enough presence of mind to toss himself forward, onto Ensassarol.] OA: What is he... [Overkill soars off the top with a breathtaking moonsault. Landing square on top of Hades who cushions the blow for Ensassarol. Neither Overkill or Demolisher look pleased at this.] OA: Hades just sacrificed his body to keep Mack in this! CC: Ugh, I hate acts of selflessness... even if they do result in you taking it easy while your partner is murdered. [Overkill struggles trying to shove the unconscious mass that is Hades off of the "Shocker." Grimacing, when Hades is finally cleared, Demolisher goes for the cover...] OA: HERE WE GO! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE??? CC: ... OA: I... I can't believe it. CC: MACK ENSASSAROL MANAGED TO GET HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! [Demolisher looks shocked. Equally annoyed, Overkill starts to kick the hell out of Hades in the corner. Eventually kicking him out of the ring. On the outside, Rudy Ensassarol has a concerned look on his face, as he desperately tries to get Mack to wake up. Rudy reaches in through the ropes, trying to pour a bottle of water over Mack's head. Oh wait, that's right, Rudy drank all the water.] OA: Rudy trying to resuscitate Mack, but he's only helping in angering Demolisher more. CC: Yeah, Demolisher looks pissed... [Rudy then pulls out a towel, reaching in through the ropes; Rudy waves the towel around like mad. Sneering, Demolisher grabs Rudy's arm. Dragging the younger Ensassarol into the ring. The audience is loving it.] CC: RUN RUDY! [Uh oh. Rudy offers the towel as a piece offering. No dice. Hoisting the younger Ensassarol high in the air, Demolisher starts to gorilla press him up and down. At first Rudy looks scared, but soon he starts to smile, similar to Mack's "Sunshine" days, as the kid starts enjoying it.] OA: Uh oh... [On the outside, a bloodied Hades slowly pulls himself upright, using the guardrail. He cringes as Rudy is made into a public spectacle. Who does this reflect badly on? Everyone, as Rudy stops smiling; fun is fun, but the younger Ensassarol brother is going to be violently ill. Before he gets the chance, Demolisher callously gorilla presses Rudy out of the ring, sending the kid flying into the fifth row of the audience.] [BODY SURFING IS FUN, BUT WE'RE NOT GOING TO CATCH HIM, "SMASH!!!"] OA: Rudy tossed like a lawn dart into the fifth row. CC: Yeah, I don't like lawn darts either. OA: Um... Hades saw that... and while he isn't in the greatest shape, he doesn't look like he enjoyed it. [Beat up a defenseless manager will you? Two can play at that game. ...And often do. Hades charges around ringside, eventually catching up with the Killing Machine's manager, Jawaad Mahmood. Seeing him coming, Mahmood grabs a chair. The initial swing is ducked, and soon Hades buries a boot into Mahmood's stomach. As the elderly stereotype doubles over, Hades hits yet another WIDOWMAKER. Sending the old man sprawling to the floor.] OA: Demolisher just toying with a VERY hurt Ensassarol in the ring, while outside, Hades beats the crap out of Jawaad Mahmood! CC: You have to love the man. [Seeing Hades poor treatment of Mahmood, Overkill's eyes narrow. He runs backwards, into the ropes, careful to step on Ensassarol's face, then rebounds off, running across the mat. By the time Hades has looked up from Mahmood, Overkill flies over the top rope with a tope con hilo.] OA: Overkill with a tope con hilo to the outside... and why not, Demolisher has everything under control. [With Hades distracted, this match is over. Demolisher lifts Ensassarol up into the air, nailing an extremely stiff powerbomb. Ensassarol is out of it. Then to ad insult to injury, Demolisher hits the MACK 10 to a HUGE POP from the crowd! With no small amount of contempt, Demolisher makes an arrogant cover, standing on Ensassarol's throat.] OA: MACK 10! MACK 10! CC: You have to love the move, almost as much as you HAVE to hate Demolisher. OA: Geoff Cartwright making the count... ONE!! TWO!! CC: I can't watch... THREE!!!! OA: There you have it. [FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] OA & CC: Huh? [It should be pointed out that Geoff Cartwright isn't counting a pin, he's giving Demolisher a warning for choking Ensassarol. Getting his foot off of Mack's throat before the five count, Demolisher tries to intimidate Cartwright for a moment.] OA: That was close; Demolisher almost got disqualified there... CC: Are you ing me?! [Hades and Overkill are completely oblivious to the action in the ring, just brutalizing each other on the outside. Rudy is unconscious in the fifth row. Apparently the audience isn't familiar with Rudy's ICON run, as they flat out refused to catch him. Body surfing is fun, but it has it's prices. To avoid tragedies like this in the future, please familiarize yourself with ICON, so you too will feel compelled to catch Rudy.] OA: Demolisher arguing with the referee. Wait, Mack from behind, SMALL PACKAGE! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [THREE???????????????????????????????] OA: Big kickout by Demolisher sends Mack halfway across the ring. CC: Damn it. OA: Yeah, it was too bad that didn't work. Ensassarol could have renamed the small package the Small Mackage to official have one hundred different finishers. [Demolisher is quick to get up. Kicking Mack to the ground when he tries the same. A high-angled RELEASE German suplex sends Mack crashing down on his head. Demolisher helps Ensassarol up again, throwing him to the opposite side of the ring with another Release German suplex. Mack lies motionless on the canvas. He's running on empty.] OA: Hades tied up on the outside, and Demolisher looking to finish this, once again calling for the... IRON CLAW! CC: God damn it... I hate that move SOOOO much. [Pulling the "Shocker" up to his knees, Demolisher reaches down, wrapping his hand around Ensassarol's head. Mack grits his teeth as Demolisher starts to apply the pressure. The crowd is on their feet...] OA: Wait! [Mack fires up with an uppercut to... the groin. Demolisher winces. Then a low blow to... the groin! Demolisher cringes. Then a roeshambo to... the groin. Demolisher doubles over. Finally a cheap shot to... the groin, forces Demolisher to let go of the IRON CLAW.] CC: MACK IS COMING BACK! OA: EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE THROAT! Come ON! Geoff Cartwright warning Ensassarol... CC: BUT the kid can't hear him, he's on fire! OA & CC: !!! OA: SHOCK TREATMENT!!!!!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! OA: Demolisher gets the shoulder up! CC: Damn. What's Mack... wait... GERMAN SUPLEX!!! OA: He's going for... CC: ANOTHER ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! OA: Can he hit it! CC: THE ENSASSEROLLER!!!! OA: Bridging the backdrop driver into the pin... [Noticing that the crowd is booing, Overkill spins around. Shocked to find his partner in trouble, he starts to head back to the ring.] ONE!!! [Overkill slides in, trying to break the pin...] TWO!!! [BUT Hades grabs Overkill's foot, keeping him inches away from the cover.] THREE!!!!! [THREE???????????????????????] [THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DING! DING! DING! OA: I... I can't believe it. CC: ...FINALLY STEEL CITY HAS SOMETHING WORTH A DAMN!!! [Overkill lowers his head in disappointment. Mack looks shocked. Hades slowly slides into the ring. The two look around in awe as the audience boo their damned heads off.] FRANCINE: Here are your winners ... ... AND _NEW_ TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD ... [A marching band version of Filter's "Under" plays.] S T E E L C I T Y ' S F I N E S T ! ! ! OA: And once again the tag team titles find themselves around the waist of a makeshift team! Once again in the hands of two ordinarily singles competitors! [The ref delivers the belts to Hades and Ensasserol, who embrace. Realizing who he's hugging, let alone that he's hugging someone at all, Hades shoves Mack away and celebrates alone.] CC: Philadelphia never had anything to be proud of until just now! GIVE IT UP FOR PITTSBURGH, PHILLY! OA: I can't believe this. [Hades exits the ring alone. Mack follows a ways behind him, his half of the titles slung over one shoulder, Rudy Ensasserol slung over the other. And we fade to Š ] [ Š backstage, sitting alone, is one Travis Cade. His intelligent brown eyes are lazily focused on a small monitor near him. He watches the Night Two Action, running his neck, stretching it to one side as he does. A short grimace crosses "The Natural's" face... intensified as he catches something out of the corner of his eye... more specifically someone... .... Hello, Tripp Shade.] TS: What are we watching? [Tripp walks over and takes a seat next to Cade, bordering on invading his comfort zone. He sips from a styrofoam cup and presents a bag of cornuts. He pours a handful and tosses them in his mouth.] TS: [thru a mouthful of cornnuts] Oh, how rude. [Tripp holds the bag forward.] Want some? [Cade stands straight up, moving towards Shade, the Super Friend raising on arm in defence.] TC: What in the hell do you want? [Cade looks down at the cup... and takes it from Shade. Dumping a few into his hand, he throws them into his mouth, chews... ....and then spits them out, promptly throwing the still half full cup of cornnuts to the side.] TC: ACK! I thought your wrestling last night was bad. What the hell was in those?! [Cade looks up smirking right at a horrified Shade.] TC: Anyhow jackass... what the hell do you want? TS: What the hell is that? Is that what they teach you in US Olympic Wrestling class? How to look a gift horse in the mouth? [Tripp scrambles to recover the Cornnuts that are strewn all over the floor.] TS: I came in here to apologize, but forget it now. [Cade arches an eyebrow.] TC: Apologize? (chuckle) I can feel the sincerity as we speak. Please Tripp Shade. Please Spiteful Superstar. Please Insider, Mr. Box Office, Mr. Upstart King. Please Miracle Worker. Please, please tell me what you were gonna apologize for. [Shade goes to speak, Cade doing a 'one finger up in the air, hush" motion.] TC: Let me guess. For ruining my career? For taking away my hopes and dreams? Maybe for the constant headaches I've had thanks to this concussion? Oh wait... [Insert mock laughter here.] TC: Wait... it's you, Tripp Shade, we are talking about. It has to be something witty you'll say. Please, tell us. TS: W... well you pretty much nailed it. The whole ruining your dreams thing. I was thinking about it earlier. I know what it's like to have dreams ruined. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I'm a former world champion. [Shade nods.] TS: Now, I know me comparing being a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPION to a little old Olympic wrestler is sorta.. well, ludacris, but stay with me here, Trev. Trav? Whatever. [And Cade laughs... and laughs... and laughs... kind of creeping Shade out... ....and that's all the humor we get from him, Cade turning straight back towards Shade with nothing but the most utter seriousness.] TS: You're f[bleep]in' _WEIRD_, man. Anyway, I feel your pain, Cade. You and me... we're a couple of sides to the same coin. I feel a certain... [Tripp searches for the word] KINSHIP with you. [Tripp (tries) to smile warmly.] TS: Anyway, I don't want to interrupt the riveting I-Slash action you're so obviously glued to your monitor watching, so let me just apologize again, and hey, we'll see you out there in the Rumble tomorrow, 'kay, sport? [Tripp winks and points, smiling smugly the whole time. He bends down and picks up a lost cornnut. As he stands up he stares straight into a still serious Cade's eyes.] TC: Yeah.. ha ha. You want to talk about kinship, Tripp? Make friends with the floor... you'll be seeing him pretty damn quick tomorrow night. [And with that Cade walks off, leaving Shade chewing worriedly on a corn nut.] OA: Looks like NOTHING'S been settled between Travis Cade and Tripp Shade, even after day one. Spotlight Title match on the way folks! "Tigerheart" Rally Jackson won the new IWF/WOW Spotlight Title back at Set it Off in May, and quite possibly his biggest defense thus far is tonight at Egos & Icons against the I- Slash's most misguided superstar, "Idolizer" Trace Michaels. CC: You got that right! This guy thinks he actually has a chance with Lisa Nelson, after Rally Jackson has rejected him on her behalf on numerous occassions... OA: I meant "misguided" in the fact that he attempts in every possible way to be just like "Dreamlover" Trey Porter! CC: Oh no no no, Ambrose! He's straight as an arrow when it comes to Porter. ooo==================ooo==================ooo IWF/WOW SPOTLIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo "Tigerheart" Rally Jackson vs. "Idolizer" Trace Michaels 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 SPOTLIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! [POP!!] [The opening chords of "Happy Together" by the Turtles begins to play over the PA system.] # Imagine me and you I do # # I think about you day and night # # It's only right # # To think about the girl you love # # And hold her tight # # So happy together # FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Memphis, Tennessee ... standing 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing 220 pounds, here is ... " I D O L I Z E R " T R A C E M I C H A E L S !!! # If I should call you up invest a dime # # And you say you belong to me # # And ease my mind # # Imagine how the world could be # # So very fine # # So happy together # ["Idolizer" Trace Michaels emerges from behind the curtains. He walks down towards the ring, wearing a DTP shirt and tights with broken hearts on them and "Idolizer" across the back.] # I can't see me lovin' nobody but you # # For all my life # # When you're with me baby the skies'll be blue # # For all my life # [Once he gets in the ring, ITM takes his DTP shirt off and throws it into the crowd (there are plenty more where that came from), in the hopes that a young child with Down's Syndrome or in a wheelchair or something in that vain will catch it. Instead, a grotesquely obese man catches it and jumps for joy, spilling beer everywhere.] FRANCINE: His opponent ... ["Block Rockin' Beats" by Chemical Brothers plays over the loudspeakers.] FRANCINE: ... accompanied to the ring by Lisa Nelson ... hailing from Rio de Janiero, Brazil ... standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 241 pounds ... here is the IWF/WOW SPOTLIGHT CHAMPION ... "T I G E R H E A R T" R A L L Y J A C K S O N ! ! ! [Rally Jackson walks down the aisle. Jackson is wearing a green capoeira gui with yellow trim and he has his dreadlocks tied up behind him. He is a dark skinned Brazilian with various piercings. He has two in his ear, one in the eyebrow, and one in the nose. He takes the top off and throws it into the crowd laughing. He has a small tiger tattoo behind his left shoulder blade and you can see small scars on the small of his back. He continues on down the ramp with a wide grin on his face as a couple green and yellow fireworks go off in the background.] [He ignores the crowd jeering him and goes straight into the ring. He lowers his shoulder into his opponent then goes right to his corner. His theme music fades, and the bell rings.] OA: There's the man who values the gold over the girlfriend. CC: Hey, in professional wrestling you gotta win the gold to get the girl, not the other way around - that's like marrying some rich broad or something. [We open in on darkness, a blank screen as the sound of a soft wind blowing in the background can be heard ... followed shortly after by a deep, soft-spoken voice.] DING! DING! OA: Here we go folks! Both men circle each other, and Rally moves in first...and ITM spins around quickly and dropkicks Rally to the mat. Smart move by "Idolizer" Trace Michaels. You've got two men matching up fairly evenly in terms of physicality, so I have a feeling we'll be seeing plenty of quick momentum switches in this Spotlight Title matchup. CC: Stop your damn overanalyzing Ambrose! It gets really annoying sometimes. OA: We're in for a treat, all I can say. ITM back up and he takes down Rally with another dropkick! Rally is back up and ITM runs to the ropes...he comes back to Rally... and he catches ITM! My God, Rally is lifting ITM above his head with his own two hands! OOOH!! And he drops ITM right on his back...that's gotta hurt! CC: Not as much as Lisa Nelson walking into that room full of escorts! HA! OA: Rally goes for the quick pin...Geoff Cartwright counts! One! Two! OA: Kickout at 2! "Idolizer" Trace Michaels won't give up that quickly. Rally now picks up ITM by the hair...locks him in his arms...SNAP SUPLEX!! CC: That'll stop the blood flow to the brain for a while. OA: Now the Spotlight Champion is starting to get the advantage, as he staggers ITM back to the rope...There's a clothesline!! ITM goes over the top rope, and to the floor! He's right by our feet, Cordell! Is Rally going for some kind of high risk manu- [GASP!!] OA: CROSS-BODY OVER THE TOP ROPE! HE CONNECTS WITH TRACE MICHAELS AND BOTH COME CRASHING TO THE FLOOR RIGHT BEFORE US!! CC: Looks like Rally Jackson is trying to show up Trace Michaels by jacking his styles. OA: Yeah really. Both men are slow to get up right now but Rally is back on his feet first...He picks ITM up by that hair again and... "CLUNK!!" OA: BRINGS HIS HEAD DOWN ON OUR DESK!! AND... "CLUNK!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" CC: Hey Rally, do that on Ambrose's side! OA: TRACE MICHAELS FIGHTS BACK, AND REVERSES! "CLUNK!!" [POP!] "CLUNK!!" "CLUNK!!" "CLUNK!!" "CLUNK!!" "CLUNK!!" OA: WOW! "Idolizer" Trace Michaels made sure to get every part of the desk there. [Lisa cracks a smile.] OA: And I think Lisa Nelson likes what she's seeing. CC: She's looking at me, Ambrose. Hey there toots! OA: Rally is stumbling now and ITM rolls him back into the ring. ITM back on the apron and he ascends the turnbuckle. He's going all the way up top, and Rally Jackson is up on his feet trying to regain his bearings...ITM LEAPS.... [POP!!!!] OA: AND HE TAKES RALLY JACKSON DOWN WITH A BEAUTIFUL CROSS-BODY!! CC: Beautiful? OA: HE STAYS ON FOR THE PIN!! One! Two! OA: NO! KICKOUT AT TWO!! CC: Why on earth did you say "Beautiful Body," Ambrose? You're setting me up for another Arcola joke and it's not gonna be pretty. OA: Whatever. ITM wastes little time as he's back on his feet and he lifts Rally Jackson in the air for a suplex-But Rally changes the momentum and lands on his feet! [He spins ITM around.] "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!" OA: EXPLODER DDT!! That was a doozy. Now Rally picks up ITM...Trace Michaels looks especially dazed right now...German Suplex!...and Rally holds on...another one! Rally keeps ITM locked in for...ANOTHER ONE! And Rally kicks himself up and over Rally for the sit-down pin...RALLY'S GRABBING THE ROPES!! CARTWRIGHT DOESN'T SEE IT!! ONE!! TWO!! CC: Aw why'd he have to stop counting!?! OA: Cartwright has seen Rally Jackson grabbing the ropes illegally and he's broken the count . Rally seems a bit peeved, and he's getting in Geoff Cartwright's face about it! You think he's trying to get himself disqualified so that he can keep the title, Cordell? CC: Spotlight Title's on the line, Ambrose. Can't lose it by DQ. OA: Rally hasn't let up yet against Cartwright, but he's showing no signs of throwing out this match on a count of... [POP!!] OA: ITM WITH A NECKBREAKER FROM BEHIND!! That seemed to knocked Rally Jackson out for a bit, but ITM isn't going for a pin...he drags Rally by his feet to the turnbuckle... [ITM looks around to the crowd...and screams...] ITM: "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH LA LA!!!!" [Rally comes up into the turnbuckle.] OA: CATAPULT! CC: And a horrible imitation. OA: Rally staggers across the ring now and rests a moment in the corner...ITM comes charging after him...and Rally turns! "OOOOOOHHH!!" CC: HA! Rally popped ITM right in the kisser! He practically WALKED right into it! OA: That stopped ITM right in his tracks. I don't know if he even knew what he was going to do when he was charging, but he showed a hint of hesitation and Rally Jackson capitalizes on it. CC: Umm..."beautiful" description, Ambrose. OA: Yeah. Now Rally tries to pick up ITM for a suplex...But ITM fights back! He wraps his arms around Rally Jackson and lifts him in the air....OOH, Atomic Drop stuns Rally Jac- "WHAP!!" "OOOOOOOHHH!!" OA: WOW! WHAT A CLOTHESLINE BY ITM! That came out of nowhere and it almost sent Rally flat on top of his head! ITM comes back to life here as he's breathing heavily. He climbs on top of Rally and wails him with lefts and rights!! CC: This guy needs to take a chill pill! OA: Two words, Cordell: Lisa Nelson. Much more at stake in this match for "Idolizer" Trace Michaels than just the Spotlight Title. ITM builds that fire back as he picks up Rally and whips him into the ropes...and ITM bounces off the opposite side!...Rally goes for a clothesline but ITM ducks it! My God look how fast they're going...they bounce one more time...ITM WITH A DIVING ELBOW SENDS RALLY DOWN!! [Lisa Nelson cracks a hint of a smile.] OA: Look at Lisa Nelson, she seems charmed by "Idolizer" Trace Michaels' athelticism. CC: She just got a little wind up her skirt, that's all. Yoo-hoo! Ms. Nelson? I've got a lap that could use a good sittin'. OA: You filthy lecher! ITM gets to his feet and he's yelling at Rally Jackson to get up...ITM takes a stance... DREAMKICK!!! NO! Rally ducks the kick and grabs ITM from behind in a waist lock...Rally pushes ITM against the ropes...ITM pushes off and Rally rolls into another sit-down pin!! One! Two! OA: KICKOUT!! "CLUNK!!!" OA: And the break send Rally Jackson into the ringpost! The I-Slash Spotlight Champion is clutching his shoulder in pain, and ITM grabs the dreads...Rally gets a faceful of turnbuckle pad! Again! And again! CC: Uh hello, ITM? You gotta take the pad _OFF_ first! That's how they BLEED, get it?? OA: Maybe Lisa Nelson doesn't wanna see any blood in this match. CC: Pshaw, women see blood all the time. OA: Eww! ITM says something in Rally's ear, I can't tell what...AND RALLY GOUGES THE EYES OF TRACE MICHAELS!! And Referee Cartwright steps in once again... CC: What's up his ass tonight?! He's in Rally Jackson's this entire match! OA: Rally ignores Cartwright and he scoops Scorpion up and slams him to the mat. Rally appears to be favoring that right shoulder that hit the ringpost...and he stomps away at the chest of ITM! [Rally Jackson shows off to the crowd, and he gets booed mercilessly!] CC: SHADDUP!! OA: The fans have a clear favorite for who should be the Spolight Cha- [Cut backstage...the same match you're watching is on a small monitor.] [SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOKIN' POP!!!] CC: Well what have we here! OA: Ashley Brooks looks to be playing close attention to this match, Cordell. She's shown up on Graphic Nature recently hunting for the right man to manage, and I think she's showing slight interest in Rally Jackson, or even Trace Michaels! CC: Think Lisa Nelson might be jealous? It's okay Lisa baby, I still love ya!! OA: Now Rally picks up ITM's right leg... AND HE DROPS THE ELBOW RIGHT ON THE KNEE!!! And he does it again! And AGAIN! What on earth is he doing now? CC: He drags ITM by that leg to the bottom rope...I love this move! [Rally Jackson straddles the leg, braces himself on the ropes, and leaps.] "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" [ITM screams. Rally leaps again.] "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" OA: That move is extremely dangerous! Rally Jackson is bringing all his body weight down on ITM's right leg, basically trying to displace his knee! Rally still has that leg in his hand...but ITM gets up! How the...ENZIGURI ON RALLY JACKSON!! Is he crazy?! How can "Idolizer" Trace Michaels go for a maneuver like that after such a blow to his knee? CC: I hate to make the comparison, but Trey Porter takes the same risks, and that guy had major surgery! OA: Rally is dazed from the kick and ITM has taken this time to nurse that knee for a bit. And he's right in front of Rally Jackson as he stands up...ITM jumps and it's a HURRICANRANA ON RALLY!!! WOW! And ITM locks both of the legs, and Geoff Cartwright counts! ONE! TWO! OA: NO! Rally kicks out at 2! CC: What the hell was that? OA: That's what you call a surge of adrenaline! Rally is fuming now and he tries to hiptoss ITM...ITM blocks & counters...now Rally Jackson blocks & counters...Heel sweep to the belly of Rally Jackson! Headlock on Rally Jackson and ITM...leaps off the turnbuckle!! LEAPING BULLDOG!! [ITM turns Rally over the cover.] ONE! TWO! OA: NO!! RALLY KICKS OUT! CC: I think Rally lost that hiptoss war on a count of the shoulder. ITM looked like he was trying to pop that socket joint out. OA: ITM picks Rally up now by that right arm...and snaps that arm up and down! That's gotta be excruciatingly painful for the Spotlight Champion! And look at ITM limping on that knee! He doesn't care, he wants to see Rally Jackson in pain!! Elbow into the shoulder blade of Rally Jackson! Again, and again! CC: Yeesh! This match started out with some good ol' fashioned wrestling, now it's just gettin' fugly. OA: ITM pulls Rally toward him and CLOTHESLINES HIM TO THE MAT!! Now ITM is going up top...Michaels will try to go two-for-two with another high-risk maneuver...but Rally Jackson is up! He sprints toward ITM and drives a forearm right to the face. That sits ITM down on the turnbuckle, and now Rally Jackson is climbing the ropes!! My God...TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA SENDS ITM ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN!! AND LOOK AT RALLY JACKSON!! CC: I think he put a little too much weight on that shoulder there. He's flopping around like a big floppy donkey di- OA: Did you see Rally Jackson get up from that clothesline? This guys got incredible stamina. CC: No wonder he's the Spotlight Champion, Ambrose. Ya think he's out cold, lying flaccidly in the ring. Next thing ya know he's standing erect and tall with Lisa Nelson behind him, and he's moving back and forth and back and forth like he's some kind of... OA: Strap on your seatbelt, Cordell. With the way "Idolizer" Trace Michaels and "Tigerheart" Rally Jackson are tenaciously slugging it out tonight, we're not going anywhere for a while. CC: That means Lisa Nelson ain't going nowheres either. I wonder if she takes it from... OA: BEHIND! ITM creeps up behind Rally Jackson...REVERSE DDT!! Rally didn't see it coming! CC: You pervert, Ambrose! ONE! TWO! OA: NO!! Rally had just enough to kick out and now ITM is heading to the ropes once again...he's moving a lot faster than the first attempt and now... "RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: GUILLOTINE LEGDROP ON THE SPOTLIGHT CHAMPION!! Trace Michaels reached _incredible_ height on that maneuver, and he's goes for another pin!! ONE! TWO! OA: RALLY KICKS OUT AGAIN!! ITM has made _plenty_ of attempts to keep Rally Jackson down for three, and each time he gets closer and closer to it. CC: Rally's just buying his time, Ambrose. He's not giving up that easily. OA: ITM picks up Rally once again...lifts him up for a suplex, but Rally wiggles out of it and lands on his feet behind ITM! Waistlock around ITM, but he stands his ground...Rally budges him into the topes...He goes for a roll up pin but ITM still hangs onto the top rope! Rally turns around and charges at ITM, who runs right back!...RALLY CATCHES ITM AND DRILLS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Rally now jumps off the adjacent side!...ASAI MOONSAULT BY THE SPOTLIGHT CHAMPION!! HOLY COW!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: ITM KICKS OUT!! I certainly wouldn't have expected to see an Asai Moonsault from a power-techncian like Rally Jackson. CC: That's what makes him a Spotlight Champion. Just when you think you're used to what you're seeing, Rally Jackson does something totally shocking that pulls the spotlight over to him and you say, "Wait, what the hell was that? Do that again!" OA: Touchee. Rally lifts ITM up now into a vertical suplex...looks like he's going for a falcon arrow and...ITM slides down the back!! INSIDE CRADLE BY TRACE MICHAELS! ONE!! TWO!! OA: NO! Rally Jackson slips out of the pin...Lisa Nelson looked a little disappointed that Rally Jackson broke the count. Think she's secretly rooting for ITM? CC: You analyze women too much. That's why you don't get any. OA: Like you would know! ITM taking advantage now and he hooks the arms of Rally Jackson...DOUBLE ARM POWERBOMB! [ITM does DTP's Fargo Strut to the turnbuckle.] OA: Little homage to his mentor as ITM heads for the sky one more time...Rally Jackson put "Idolizer" Trace Michaels away in the opening round of the Spotlgiht Title tournament, but ITM has had some strong success in the air tonight and that could certainly prevent a deja vu here tonight. CC: I dunno Ambrose, Rally kicked out of that Guillotine Legdrop earlier, so ITM must have something really fancy in store...And there he goes!! "OOOOOOOHHH!!" <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! Almost in slow motion!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: RALLY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! And ITM is getting frustrated! CC: Not even Lisa Nelson can believe it! OA: Rally Jackson is fighting to retain the Spotlight Title against one of the I-Slash's most promising superstars tonight, and I'm sure he no longer underestimates Trace Michaels than when he initially did in this defense. ITM has him up now and whips him into the ropes...Rally ducks a clothesline...ITM leapfrogs!...Back Body Drop sends Rally up and down, and now ITM off the ropes...Rally kips up, but ITM sees it... [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: DREAMKICK!!! CC: NO!! Rally slides in and takes ITM down in midair!!! OA: HE ROLLS ITM UP...AND HE'S GRABBING THE TIGHTS! CARTWRIGHT DOESN'T SEE IT!! ONE!! [ITM's squirming.] TWO!! [Cartwright doesn't see the illegal handful.] OA: NOT AGAIN!! "RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: YES!! YES!! ITM KICKS OUT!! The ref's enforcement wasn't even necessary and ITM stopped Rally Jackson from defeating him a second time illegally. CC: Are you talking about that first round Spotlight Title match? OA: Of course I am! Don't you remember how Rally Jackson pulled the tights? That's how ITM lost the first time, and ITM hasn't gotten his revenge until tonight. Rally pulls ITM by the hair how, and ITM shows some life! He strikes Rally in the midsection repeatedly...and he grabs Rally by the head!...JAWBREAKER!! ITM dashes quickly against the ropes and drops the elbow...RALLY ROLLS AWAY!! ITM gets on his feet and Rally dives at him! ITM lunges away and Rally hits the floor! But Rally stands right back up and... "SMACK!!!!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" [Both Rally and ITM go down.] OA: DREAMKICK! ITM FINALLY CONNECTS WITH THE DREAMKICK!! CC: So why did they both go down? OA: I think we need to see a replay... [ITM lunges toward Rally Jackson who is half-way up. ITM extends the leg right into Rally's shoulder, and ITM jams his knee from the kick.] OA: Man oh man, looks like Rally Jackson and Trace Michaels both exacerbated their respective injuries. Neither man is getting up! ITM is clutching his right knee and Rally Jackson isn't even moving his arm! [Cartwright counts...] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" OA: The Spotlight Title is on the line and it looks like neither man can move. Earlier in this match, Rally Jackson collided shoulder first with the ringpost and he's obviously been in pain since. "Idolizer" Trace Michaels practically had his knee dislocated earlier by Rally Jackson, and I wonder if there's some serious ligament damage there... "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" [Rally uses one hand to get up.] "NINE!!!" [ITM uses the ropes to pull himself up.] OA: AND THEY CHARGE AT EACH OTHER!! But Rally sticks his heel up and kicks ITM in the gut! Rally Jackson gets up and underhooks the arms...OH NO! [hop 1........ OA: He's going for that Grasshopper Driver, but look at the fatigue in Rally Jackson's eyes! He's wincing in pain! He can barely support Trace Michaels on that shoulder! [hop 2....... CC: HE'S GONNA DO IT! C'MON, SHOW US A TIGER DRIVER!! .........hop 3.] "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!" OA: WOW! That's all I can say. Rally Jackson will stop at nothing...not even putting himself through incredible pain...to show himself off to the crowd. OA: GRASSHOPPER DRIVER! [And a pin.] ONE!!! TWO!!! OA: NO!! ITM KICKS OUT!! Now it's Rally Jackson who's frustrated! He grabs ITM by the hair and drags him to the turnbuckle...he's pulling ITM up to the top turnbuckle with him!! Why, He's gonna try to finish him off!! CC: TIME FOR THE RIO DEAL BABY!! [He underhooks the arms of ITM, and looks around the arena at the fans booing him. Then he looks down at Lisa Nelson and smiles at her....] OA: THIS IS IT!! "THUD!!!" [And the pin.] ONE!!! TWO!!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: OH........MY.......GOD!! HOW DID HE?!?! CC: NOBODY GETS UP FROM THAT PILEDRIVER! DID RALLY JACKSON PULL HIM UP?? OA: I'm flabbergasted. That wasn't a Bootie Call ITM kicked out of, that was the Rio Deal, and Rally Jackson can't believe! CC: LOOK AT LISA NELSON! SHE'S HOPPING UP AND DOWN!! [And it catches Rally's attention.] OA: Rally's smiling at Lisa Nelson! What's he doing now?? [He picks up "Idolizer" Trace Michaels, who's lies motionless and breathes heavily...] RALLY JACKSON: "GET IN HERE, LISA!!" CC: Uh-oh! Somebody's been a baaaad girl... OA: Rally Jackson has just called his girlfriend into the ring! [POP!] OA: AND SHE'S OBEYING!! Lisa climbs onto the ring apron and-- CC: Hey hey HEY! What's Cartwright's problem? OA: It's illegal interference if Lisa Nelson enters that ring, even if she's been invited. Cartwright steps in front of Rally Jackson who's holding ITM upright and... [WTF?!] OA: RALLY TOSSES ITM ONTO GEOFF CARTWRIGHT!! Looks like they collided heads because Cartwright is very shaken up. CC: Brilliant move! It's not really assault because it was ITM that hit him. OA: As a projectile! I don't think Rally Jackson can get away with this... [He calls Lisa Nelson again and she reluctantly enters the ring through the bottom rope.] OA: That poor girl looks absolutely petrified in there! RALLY JACKSON: "HIT HIM!!" [GASP!] OA: Rally Jackson wants Lisa Nelson to smack Trace Michaels! CC: Really? He should've invited _me_ in the ring to do it! OA: ITM is absolutely infatuated with this woman and Rally Jackson is trying to literally rub it in his face! As much of a tremendous athlete and champion Rally Jackson is, his actions are condemnable and sick! [Lisa looks like she's about to cry.] RALLY JACKSON: "I SAID HIT HIM!!" [Trace Michaels seems to mouth something like, "I love you."] CC: What's she waiting for, a coal miners glove? [POP!] [She folds her arms and turns her back.] OA: Look at that show of defiance! And Rally Jackson is irate! He drops ITM and... [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! BOO THAT MUTHERFUCKER!!] RALLY JACKSON: "WHY DIDN'T YOU SMACK HIM?!" OA: RALLY JUST...OH MY GOD, HE GRABBED LISA NELSON, HIS _GIRLFRIEND_, SCREAMED IN HER FACE, AND SHOVED HER TO THE MAT!! That's...that's abuse! That's the most disrespectful thing I've seen in this ring! And Rally Jackson could be in serious trouble for his actions! All of this because he wanted her to slap Trace Michaels. CC: Jelousy is one powerful emotion. OA: That justifies nothing. CC: Will you lay off, Ambrose? Next thing I know you'll be throwing a berkenstock in my face. Chill! OA: Thank God Trace Michaels is trying to comfort this poor woman. He's been through hell and gone this evening. He's obviously aching and fatigued, his knee must be surging with pain, and he's using whatever strength he's got left to be a gentlemen and to console Lisa Nelson, and protect her from a brute like Rally Jackson. Say what you will about his absent-mindedness, but Trace Michaels is a good soul with a heart of...HEY!! [Rally's waking up Cartwright. And now he sneaks behind ITM who is bent over Lisa Nelson.] OA: RALLY ROLLS ITM UP FROM BEHIND!! ONE!!! TWO!!! OA: GET OUT OF IT, TRACE! DON'T GIVE IN THIS WAY!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: NO!! This is extremely disappointing. CC: No trunk-pulling this time, so stop whining. FRANCINE: Here is your winner ... ... AND _STILL_ IWF/WOW SPOTLIGHT CHAMPION ... ["Block Rockin' Beats" by the Chemical Brothers plays.] "T I G E R H E A R T" R A L L Y J A C K S O N ! ! ! [Rally Jackson arrogantly rolls out of the ring, snatches the Spotlight Title from the timekeeper, and raises the belt in the air for the crowd to boo.] CC: There's your champion, baby! Right there! Good show, Rally. OA: What an egomaniac! Look at that guy strut out of here after what he did to Lisa Nelson. They should put him away. CC: You mean like they did to Tyson? OA: Yeah! I was just about to say... [Meanwhile "Idolizer" Trace Michaels helps Robin Givens...er...Lisa Nelson up to her feet... ...he doesn't let go of her hands. ...she stirs in place, but smiles.] CC: Aw Jesus. ["Is this love...that I'm feelin'..."] OA: They're completely lost in each other, and this crowd is loving every second of it! ["Is this the love...that I've been...SEARCHING FOR!!!] [They hug.] [HEEEEEEEEEEELLL YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!] OA: I can't help it. I'm touched. "Tigerheart" Rally Jackson may have won the gold, but "Idolizer" Trace Michaels has won her heart. I think when it all comes down to it, Trace Michaels is the real winner tonight, because he's walking out of the ring with Lisa Nelson, the prize he's always wanted. CC: I'm glad I started keeping a barf bag under this desk. [ITM sits on the middle rope, lifting the top so Lisa can step through. Nelson's lil' sis looks genuinely happy for the first time since she appeared. The crowd is emotionally charged as we fade to black Š ] V/O: "Good things come to those who wait ... or at least, that is what they say. I am unsure about the merit of such words, however ... for I do not know how much longer I can remain amongst the shadows. My time grows closer, but it is not tonight." [Slowly, the darkness fades away to reveal a glimpse of this man. A still image of a hand covered in a black leather glove, silver studs across the back of it. His wrist wrapped up in a chain link bracelet from wrist to forearm, as the camera slowly trails up along his arm while the voice continues to speak.] "My body aches with anticipation. This is a new world for me. A new opportunity. A proving ground for my future ... and a burial site for my past." [A shot of his other hand, covered in a glove of similar style as he tightens it and the camera once again moves up his arms to show a thick black tribal tattoo covering his biceps and shoulders.] "People always speak of new beginnings ... I suppose that this is mine. My chance to break away from my former image and show the world my true identity. This identity lies not within the physical. It hides in the shadows, as I do ..." [Two small braids hang loosely upon this man's chest as the camera continues upward, teasing at revealing his identity before fading away to darkness at his chin.] "... waiting like a silent predator, searching for its next kill. Though you may know who I am, be warned that I am not the same. Time changes all and I am no exception." [Fade from the darkness to show him covering his arms in black leather, a heavy jacket falling upon his shoulders to cover his frame.] "This time, I will not be held back by anyone or anything. Nothing and no one will stand in my way. For those that cross my path, they will come face to face with a ruthless individual who shall not stand idly by and watch without care." [Within his hands is a black cowboy hat which he raises up slowly, the camera following as he covers his face with it, lowering his head so that he might put the hat atop it.] "If you wish to test me, I will bring the violence to your door. You will not have to seek me out. For it will be I who shall find you. And when it is over ... I will emerge ..." [The camera shifts to his side as he raises his head back up, looking away from the screen for a moment before he suddenly turns, the camera catching a quick glimpse of his face before the screen is filled with a bright, shining white light, which is then gone as quickly as it came leaving the screen enshrouded in darkness once again.] "... and I will leave all in my wake fallen amongst the darkness which I have left behind." [A graphic appears over the black screen in bright white letters which reads, "The Lights Will Fall ..." and then they slowly fade from sight, followed by another graphic right below it, "... Soon." and then ... darkness.] CC: I have GOT to see that movie! OA: WHAT movie? CC: The one in the trailer we just saw. You know, "If you wish to test me, I will bring the violence to your door.". GREAT dialogue! OA: That's NOT a movie, Cordell. It's a vignette and it's in reference to a new superstar joining the I-Slash ranks very shortly. CC: So ... no movie then. OA: Sorry. CC: Well who is it? OA: Hell if I know. CC: Is it another one of the BIG NAMES??? OA: I ... DON'T ... KNOW! CC: Is it- OA: Up next, folks, the Alaskan Ladder Match! Long has the debate raged on over who the better was and IS between Gunnar Gaines and "Dreamlover" Trey Porter. An argument that delves way back into the days of the Extreme Wrestling Association. The two have only met once, in a non-affiliated tournament, and it was DTP who emerged victorious. CC: I would expect lightning to hit twice, but this encounter is a marginal contrast to the last one. There was no ladder before. There was no Wood Grain. There was no I-Slash, if you can believe that! OA: The debate ends tonight! Gunnar Gaines! DTP! ALASKAN LADDER MATCH! ooo==================ooo==================ooo ALASKAN LADDER MATCH ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines vs. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is an ALASKAN LADDER MATCH! [POP!!!] ["Dreamlover" by Mariah Carey plays.] # Dreamlover come rescue me # # Take me up take me down # # Take me anywhere you want to baby now # # I need you so desperately # # Won't you please come around # # 'Cause I wanna share forever with you baby # FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Memphis, Tennessee ... standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds ... he is the Universal Heartthrob, the Self-Made Legend, and former Heavyweight Champion of the World, here is the "ICON of Wrestling" ... "D R E A M L O V E R" T R E Y P O R T E R ! ! ! [The crowd erupts into a huge chorus of cheers as two giant posters of Trey Porter fall from the roof at the entrance. DTP jumps out from behind the curtain followed by Super Scott. As soon as he appears the cheers become deafening, but some quickly become boos. Behind DTP severalfireworks shootoff and then the lights quickly go dim, except for one spotlight on DTP. Heart shaped lazer lights with DTP across the middle line the floor. DTP begins to walk down the aisle doing a little fargo strutting on the way. Halfway down the aisle DTP lets out a big, "OOH, LA, LA". When he finally enters the ring, a giant heart with "Dreamlover" Trey Porter lowers from the ceiling and lights up behind him. DTP begins to pose and does one last strut.] #I need a lover to give me# # The kind of love That will last always# # I need somebody uplifting# # To take me away# OA: Wait a minute. What the hell is Super Scott doing with Trey Porter? CC: What ANY good friend would do, Ambrose. He's here for moral support. OA: What Super does for DTP probably rhymes with moral. # I want a lover who knows me # # Who understands how I feel inside # # Someone to comfort and hold me # # Through the long lonely nights # # Till the dawn # # Why don't you take me away # ******** ******** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ** **** **** "THE ICON" **** **** **** **** "D R E A M L O V E R" **** **** **** **** T R E Y **** **** **** **** P O R T E R **** **** **** **** **** ******* ** [DTP stands in his corner jawing with the crowd as his music ends.] FRANCINE: His opponent ... [Darkness.] [On the I-Sore, a close up of a Les Paul Gibson guitar hangs in place -- and a hand plays the signature riff.] [CROWD POP!] [And plays it again. It registers. You'd know that riff anywhere. George Thorogood. Delaware Destroyers. "Bad to the Bone". The trademark of Gunnar Gaines.] [HYUUUUUGE CROWD POP!] [The drums kick in, the bass comes in and, oh yes, some tasty slide guitar ... ] FRANCINE: ... hailing from Fairbanks, Alaska ... he stands 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighs in at 357 pounds ... He _IS_ "The Baddest Thang Running" ... [Quick-cut shots of the man delivering Grizzly Slams to various opponents from different angles.] G U N N A R "G R I Z Z L Y" G A I N E S ! ! ! [HUGE POP!] [Verse kicks in ... ] ## On the day I was born .... ## ## They all gathered round ... ## [And Gunnar Gaines himself enters through the portal. ] ## They gazed in a wide wonder ... ## At the joy they had found ... [He paces down to the ring, wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, a black sleeveless tee under that ... jeans cut off at the knee ... black knee pads ... black work boots with yellow laces ... and slightly curly dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail ... ] ## The head nurse spoke up ... ## Said "leave this one alone" ... [He stops ... stands ... takes in the crowd adulation with his trademark -- a squinting, smirking Grizzly Grin -- on his bearded face ... ] ## She could tell right away ... ## That I was bad to the bone ... [And he charges the ring, rolling inside. The crowd chants along with the words ... ] ## Bad to the bone ... ## Bad to the bone ... ## B-b-b-b-b-BA-ad ... ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ... ## B-b-b-b-b-BA-ad ... ## Bad to the bone .... [As the second verse begins ... ] ## Now when I walk the streets ... ## Kings and queens step aside ... [By now, Gaines has arrived in the ring. He ascends a corner, boasting with a thumb to his own chest.] [POP!!!!] ## Every woman I meet ... ## They all stay satisfied ... [Then he ascends another, shooting out a Grizzly Grin that resonates to the back row of the arena.] [POP!!!!] ## I wanna tell ya, baby ... ## What I see I make my own ... [In return, Gunnar flashes two thumbs up -- and a Grizzly Grin. He hops down from his corner perch, shadow boxing a bit, as the ref checks him over for any foreign objects. The music fades ... ] OA: Both men are now being called to the middle of the ring by referee Miguel Hernandez. I think Hernandez may be the only referee we have capable of controlling this match. CC: No doubt, this is going to be a war. OA: Both men are in the middle of the ring now, and look at the look in Gunnar Gaines' eyes! He's staring down DTP, and if looks could kill! CC: DTP ain't fazed by this crap though. He's looking as cool as ever. OA: Cocky as ever is more like it... "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!" OA: DTP just non-chalantly opened his ring jacket and revealed an old version of the EWA Title. CC: And did you hear what he said? I heard DTP say he never lost that title. Atta boy DTP, stick it to him!! OA: Hernandez asks them to shake hands and return to their corners, but there's no chance of THAT happening. They just back away. DTP removes his jacket and the title belt, and he looks ready to go. DTP is talking to Super Scott, maybe getting some last minute suggestions. One thing we SHOULD tell you about folks is that originally, Gunnar and DTP had agreed that a two count would be worth a fall in the match. However, earlier today it was ruled by Brian Nelson that the falls would be contested under normal rules. Only each THREE COUNT will raise these men's blood alcohol level tonight. DING! DING! OA: And here we go... This is going to be one of the more interesting matches I've ever called I'm sure. Gaines and Porter begin to circle... Now Gaines is backing off... What the hell? Gaines is taking a swig from his bottle of wood grain alcohol!! CC: This isn't fair for Porter... That stuff is like Gaines' blood. The I Slash's head doctor told me he's never seen Gunnar's blood alcohol level at less than 0.20!! That's 0.12 over the legal limit for cryin' out loud!! OA: I seriously doubt it's that high... Look at the look on the faces of DTP and Super Scott. They can't believe what they just witnessed, and it does not bode well for DTP's chances in this match. CC: DTP is definately going to have to avoid getting pinned, and he's going to have to win this match by climbing the ladder and ringing that bell. I don't see Gaines passing out or vomiting for that matter. OA: Me either... Hell, he's voluntarily drinking that wood grain alcohol! CC: So much for Cheryl Gaines' intervention last night. All that money flying in Jerry Joblansky, not to mention it looks to be the end of the relationship between Gaines and his wife... OA: Gunnar certainly didn't take it very well... Now he's ready to go, and DTP looks like he's in no hurry. Gaines moves towards DTP and lunges at him, but DTP ducks under Gaines' arms and stays away. CC: DTP needs to use his speed advantage in this match, because certainly has a strength and size advantage. OA: Gaines has a sinister smile on his face as he stalks DTP. The two men finally move closer together and lock up... WHOA!! THE WOODGRAIN SEPW O' DOOM!! Gaines never swallowed that swig he took, and he just spit it in DTP's face!! CC: That's so CHEAP!! OA: DTP is blinded and Super Scott is beside himself at ringside! DTP turns... RIGHT INTO A HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY GAINES!! [Porter does a 270 degree flip, landing on his stomach following the clothesline.] OA: Gaines nearly took DTP right out of his boots!! Gaines lifts DTP by the hair, and he's yelling something at him... AND GAINES LAUNCHES DTP OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! Super moves over to check on DTP, but quickly backs away as Gaines rolls under the ropes and glares at him. CC: That wood grain alcohol is still bothering DTP's eyes, he's still rubbing them. OA: Gaines grabs DTP and lifts him again. Gaines scoops DTP over his shoulder... AND THROWS HIM STOMACH FIRST ONTO THE GUARDRAIL!! Gaines doesn't give DTP any time to regain his senses as he grabs him by the hair and pulls him of the guardrail. Gaines whips DTP... "CLANG!!!" OA: RIGHT INTO THE RINGSTEPS!! CC: DTP had better find a way to counter this attack soon, or he's in deep trouble! OA: Gaines lifts DTP and rolls him into the ring. Gaines rolls under the bottom rope and stands. Gaines grabs DTP and lifts him... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! DTP crumples like an accordian on the mat!! This has been ALL Gaines so far! CC: Yeah, all thanks to a spew of woodgrain to the eyes! OA: As unorthodox as it was, it's all within the rules. CC: UNORTHODOX!! It was blatant CHEATING! OA: Gaines lifts Porter and sets him up... GRIZZLY GUTWRENCH!!! Gaines PLANTED DTP on that one! Now Gaines stands... And he's heading for the top rope! We're going to see the Grizzly Splash! CC: If he hits this, DTP will have to be removed from the mat with a spatula! OA: Gaines is set... SUPER SCOTT IS ON THE APRON!! Super Scott is up on the apron yelling at Gaines!! Gaines has been distracted by Super Scott, and he and Hernandez are both yelling for Scott to get the heck off the apron, and I concur wholeheartedly! he has no business being up there! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" OA: And Super distraction just paid off!! DTP was able to get to his feet and he shook the ropes, causing Gaines to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top rope! CC: Would you call that the Grizzly Gonad Killer? OA: It's painful no matter WHAT you call it. DTP seems to have regained at least some of his senses... DREAMKICK!!! I DON'T KNOW IF HE GOT ALL OF IT, BUT DTP JUST DREAMKICKED GAINES AND KNOCKED HIM RIGHT ONTO THE FLOOR!! CC: But dammit he can't pin Gaines out there! OA: No, but he sure can go get that ladder, which is exactly what Porter is thinking!. DTP rolls under the bottom rope and heads up the aisle! DTP is walking up the aisle towards the ladder and he's there. DTP folds up the ladder, and he's carrying it to the ring. Gaines is starting to move outside the ring, so DTP had better hurry if he wants to steal this victory early. DTP shoves the ladder into the ring, and rolls in. CC: Oh oh... Hurry Trey, Gaines is getting up. OA: I didn't think Porter got all of that Dreamkick! He's setting up the ladder, and Gaines is rolling into the ring! Porter starts to climb, but Gaines has the ladder... AND HE TIPS IT!! DTP lands on his feet however and bounces off the ropes... CROSS BODYBLOCK... GAINES CATCHES HIM... POWERSLAM!! Here's a cover!! ONE!! TWO!! DTP kicks out!! CC: DTP needs to find a way to combat Gaines' strength advantage soon, or this could get ugly! OA: Gaines lifts DTP and shoves him into the corner. Right hand!! Another right hand!! There's a forearm!! Gunnar lets out a scream and... HUGE UPPERCUT!! DTP came right up off the mat after that shot!! Gaines leaves DTP in the corner and grabs the ladder!! Gaines folds the ladder up and sets it standing in the corner. Gaines goes back and grabs DTP. gaines with an Irish whip to the corner... REVERSED!! AND IT'S GAINES WHO HITS THE LADDER!! CC: DTP just saved himself a whole lotta pain! OA: Gaines hit the ladder hard and feel to the mat face down. DTP quickly climbs through the ropes and to the top turnbuckle. DTP grabs the ladder... AND RIDES IT STRAIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF GUNNAR GAINES!! CC: DTP is the master of the ladder match, and there's your first example! OA: Gaines' back must be screaming after being whipped into the ladder, and then having it dropped, along with all two hundred and forty pounds of DTP on it, right across the back! DTP leaves the ladder draped across Gaines and climbs through the ropes again. What's he up to now? DTP grabs the top rope... SLINGSHOT SENTON BOMB ON TOP OF THE LADDER!! CC: DTP just sacrificed his own well being to do some more damage to Gaines! OA: DTP stands, holding his own back, but smiling as he looks down on the pained face of Gunnar Gaines! DTP lifts the ladder off of Gaines and walks away with it. DTP stands poised as Gaines slowly gets to his feet... DTP RUNS AT GAINES AND DRILLS HIM IN THE MIDSECTION!! DTP backs away and charges again... AND HITS GAINES SQUARE ON THE JAW WITH THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! DTP drops the ladder and rolls Gaines onto his back... ONE!! TWO!! Gaines kicks out!! CC: Wow, I can't believe Gaines kicked out after that shot with the ladder. OA: Neither can DTP! DTP lifts Gaines and knees him in the stomach! DTP grabs him... DDT!! DTP covers again!! ONE!! TWO!! Gaines kicks out!! CC: DTP looks a little frustrated Owen. OA: He does. DTP leaves Gaines on the mat and grabs the ladder again. DTP waits as Gaines gets to his feet... DTP swings... AND GAINES DUCKS!! DTP is a little off balance as Gaines charges... CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! DTP falls forward... AND SMACKS HIS JAW OFF THE LADDER!! Gaines grabs DTP and lifts him... JACK-KNIFE POWERBOMB ONTO THE LADDER!! Gaines with a cover!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: NO!! OA: Gaines gets a pinfall on DTP!! Now "Dreamlover" Trey Porter is going to have to take a drink of that wood grain alcohol!! Miguel Hernandez is ordering DTP to his corner to take his drink, but DTP is having trouble standing all while trying to talk his way out of taking that drink. CC: At least he's standing now... Gingerly as it may be. OA: DTP is on his feet in the corner, and Hernandez has started counting. DTP looks angry, but he's lifting the bottle... And he takes his drink. [DTP makes a horrendously funny face after swallowing the wood grain alcohol, shakes his head and coughs.] OA: That didn't appear to go down so smooth. CC: Just keep it down Trey, keep it down... OA: DTP moves slowly out of his corner and watches Gaines. Gaines is smiling having won the first battle in this war. He moves in... AND TAKES A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! Gaines goes down to one knee... ANOTHER DROPKICK, BUT THIS ONE TO THE JAW!! Gaines goes down onto his back, and now DTP is choking him!! CC: A much deserved choking I might add. OA: Hernandez is pulling DTP off of Gaines, and DTP is arguing with Hernandez, really getting into his face! "CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!" OA: SUPER SCOTT JUST DRILLED GUNNAR GAINES RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH A CHAIR WHILE HERNANDEZ' BACK WAS TURNED!! Gaines was trying to pull himsefl up using the ropes, and got nailed!! DTP quits arguing, and covers Gaines!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: There's one for Gaines, and this time he has to swallow it!! Something I've been told he's more than used to... OA: ENOUGH!! CC: What!? OA: And just like that, DTP, evens the score so to speak. The one thing about this is that Gaines needs time to regain his senses before he can even take that drink. It's going to buy him some time to get his act together... HEY!! Did you see that!?!? CC: See what? OA: I think Super Scott just switched DTP's bottle with another one! CC: Oh come on!! You have it in for DTP and now you're making up stories. OA: I am not Crane, I saw it... Guys, can you get me a replay. [SPLIT SCREEN: On one side is Gaines pulling himself up in his corner, still woozy from the chairshot. On the other side is Super Scott removing DTP's bottle of wood grain from the apron and switching it with a different bottle.] OA: SEE!? I told you!! CC: Oh... Well that was pretty damned brilliant don't ya think? OA: It's cheating!! CC: Oh well... OA: Gaines has his bottle, and he takes his LEGITIMATE drink and Hernandez motions for them to continue. Gaines points over at Super Scott, who simply smiles at him, and DTP rushes over and throws a right hand! Blocked by Gaines! Gaines fires off a right hand of his own that drops DTP! DTP stands back up immediately and gets clotheslined over the top rope and to the floor!!! CC: DTP can't trade with Gunnar! OA: Super Scott over to help his friend up... GAINES CHARGES... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE AND TOP ROPE AND ONTO DTP AND SUPER SCOTT!!! CC: OH MY GAWD!! OA: You said it!! Gaines just took out Scott and DTP and maybe himself!! I can't believe the guardrail withstood that impact!! CC: It looks like a pile up on the freeway out there right now!! OA: Gaines is the first to move, and he grabs DTP on his way up... LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND BY SUPER SCOTT ON GAINES!! CC: Gaines deserved that! He had no business jumping on Scott like he just did! OA: Scott had no business braining Gunnar with a chair now did he? CC: Why not? OA: Oh please! DTP rolls into the ring, and grabs the ladder. DTP runs at the ropes... SLIDES THE LADDER AND BASEBALL SLIDE KICKS IT RIGHT INTO GUNNAR!! DTP slides out of the ring and grabs the ladder. Miguel Hernandez is yelling for DTP to get it back into the ring. DTP stands with the ladder... He raises it, and DRIVES THE TOP INTO GAINES' MIDSECTION!! CC: He took out Hernandez too!! OA: The bottom of the ladder hit Hernandez on the way up! What is Scott doing now!? Super Scott just grabbed Gunnar's bottle of wood grain alcohol!! What's he doing? Oh no!! DTP is peppering Gaines with rights, and now he's holding his mouth open... SUPER SCOTT IS POURING THAT WOOD GRAIN ALCOHOL INTO GAINES' MOUTH!! CC: That has to be a good four shots worth!! OA: DTP is holding Gaines' jaw closed, forcing him to swallow it!! CC: There goes Gunnar swallowing again! OA: Damnit Cordell!! Hernandez is starting to come to, so Super hurries back to Gaines' corner and replaces the bottle!! It's going to take everything in Gaines' power to hold that alcohol down! That was a lot to take in one shot! CC: Well if anyone can handle it, it's the alcoholic himself! OA: At any rate, the alcohol has got to start having an effect on Gaines soon... He's had roughly the equivalent of five shots already, and in a very short time span! DTP is standing over Gaines now, and stomping away at his stomach, trying to make the big Grizz throw up... DTP now lifts Gaines and rolls him into the ring. DTP lifts the ladder, and slides it in as well. CC: Now it's time for Trey to go to work. OA: Gaines stands, and looks a little wobbly... It's hard to tell if that's from the alcohol, or from the shot he took with the ladder just moments ago. Miguel Hernandez is back on his feet, and watching the action closely now. DTP places the folded ladder on the mat and grabs Gaines... What's DTP going to do... He sets Gaines up... GUT WRENCH SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!! I CAN'T BELIEVE DTP GOT HIM OVER!! CC: The man isn't a legend for nothing Ambrose. That was all about leverage! OA: Gaines is in a world of hurt now! CC: Unless he's feeling no pain after all that alcohol got into his system! OA: Gaines is still laying across the ladder and DTP is heading for the top rope!! DTP climbs the turnbuckle and stands poised... He leaps... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: GAINES MOVES!! DTP's elbow hit the ladder instead of Gaines!!! Gaines stands, and my gawd he looks like he's still sober!! Gaines growls and grabs the shaken DTP... GRIZZLY SLAM ON TOP OF THE LADDER!!! Gaines with a cover!!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! OA: Gaines gets a pinfall, but it's not going to do him as much good as he thinks!! That bottle in DTP's corner was switched by Super Scott, and I doubt there's wood grain in it!! CC: I'm sure there is. If it were say, water, that would be dishonest, and that ain't DTP's style. OA: Sure it isn't!! DTP isn't even able to crawl to his corner, but he's slowly moving in that direction, mostly because of the help of Miguel Hernandez, who happens to be carrying him there! DTP is sat in the corner and handed the bottle by Hernandez. DTP is still not moving too fast, and Gunnar is getting impatient. CC: Make him wait!! OA: But he's not going to... Gunnar just picked up the ladder, and he's standing it in the middle of the ring!! He's going to ring that bell and win this match!! CC: NO!!! SCOTT!! DO SOMETHING!! OA: Hernandez has finally gotten DTP to drink his drink, but now Gaines is starting to climb the ladder. DTP just saw him, and he's trying desperately to get himself onto his feet!! Super Scott is slapping the mat trying to encourage DTP as Gaines slowly climbs the ladder!! Gaines is nearing the top... BUT DTP HITS HIM IN THE BACK! CC: Thank goodness! OA: DTP is holding on to Gaines for dear life, and now... He has Gaines on his shoulders!! How is DTP holding him... HURRICANRANA!!! GAINES JUST DID A HURRICANRANA ON DTP!! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!! "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: Nothing PRETTY about it, but it was nevertheless unreal!! OA: Gunnar grabs DTP and scoops him over his shoulder... RUNNING POWERSLAM!! Another cover!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! CC: Another drink for DTP!! OA: Yeah of water!! Hell, he's not even trying to kick out anymore!! Why should he bother, all he's doing is getting himself some water or juice! CC: And he's buying himself some time to catch a breather! Brilliant!! OA: DTP is crawls to his corner, and takes another drink. DTP makes a face as though he just swallowed something horrific, and look at Super Scott... He's actually stifling some laughter in the corner!! This is so wrong!! CC: Quit your whining. OA: DTP stands and motions for Gunnar to bring it on! Gunnar smiles and moves towards DTP, expecting he's a little more inebriated than he is I'm sure... Gunnar is smiling and waving his right arm in a windmill trying to confuse DTP... DTP is playing along... THUMB TO THE EYE!! DTP just thumbed Gaines in the eye!! Gaines turns away... ENZUIGIRI!! CC: That dropped the big man! OA: DTP quickly grabs the ladder and sets it up! He's going to try and end this quickly!! DTP is starting his climb!! Gaines is up!! Gaines grabs the ladder and DTP stops climbing to beg for some mercy as Gaines starts to lift the ladder... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: OH MY GAWD!! GAINES JUST LIFTED AND TIPPED THE LADDER SENDING DTP AND THE LADDER ALL THE WAY TO THE AISLE!!! CC: That maniac!! "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: Gaines is now leaving the ring to go after DTP. Gunnar lifts DTP and brings him back towards the ring... GAINES WHIPS DTP INTO THE RINGPOST!!! AND DTP'S ARM JUST KNOCKED HIS BOTTLE OF WATER OR WHATEVER IT WAS ONTO THE FLOOR, SHATTERING IT!! CC: OH NO!! OA: Super Scott is beside himself!! Miguel Hernandez is motioning to the timekeeper to get someone to get him another bottle! DTP is going to have to drink for real from here on out, and it looks as though he's in real danger of having to take a drink soon!! CC: This is bad!! OA: This match has been back and forth, but Gunnar Gaines seems to now have a big advantage! Gaines rolls DTP into the ring, as an attendant is hurridly walking down the aisle with another bottle of woodgrain!! Gaines lifts DTP... DDT!!! A cover!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: CRAP!! OA: DTP didn't kick out, and I don't know if he could have or not, because I don't think he's aware that his bottle of water got shattered! CC: He's going to find out in a second! OA: DTP is slow to get to his knees, but as Hernandez directs him to his corner, DTP doesn't look too concerned... Scott is talking to DTP, but with Hernandez there, I don't think he can tell him that his bottle is gone... DTP grabs his bottle and drinks... [DTP spits out the woodgrain and looks horrified!!] OA: DTP looks shocked!! He looks at Super Scott who points at the floor!! Hernandez orders DTP to take the drink again and swallow it... Don't say it Crane. CC: What? OA: Hernandez is counting, so DTP relents.. and drinks... [The look on DTP's face is priceless, He coughs and pulls himself up.] OA: Gaines charges in, but DTP gets out of the way!! Gaines hits the corner hard and DTP Schoolboys him!! DTP HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! CC: HAHAHA!! A drink for Gunnar!! OA: Hernandez did not see Porter's feet on the ropes, and now Gaines has to take his drink. CC: Would it have MATTERED if he saw DTP's feet on the ropes? ANYTHING goes in this climate! OA: Gaines looks pissed off, but he doesn't seem to worried about this drink, as he downs another. That's two from falls, and an estimated five from when Super and DTP poured some down his throat. How many do you think he can take? CC: Too many. OA: You have to figure they're about even. Gaines with his seven, and Porter with his two... And it damn well should be more! Gaines and Porter circle... They lock up and Gaines powers DTP into a corner. Knee to the stomach by Gaines!! Another!! And another!! There's a huge forearm to the jaw!! Gunnar lifts Porter in a bearhug... SPINEBUSTER SLAM!! COVER!! ONE!! TWO!! DTP KICKS OUT!! CC: Phew! OA: Now that he really has to drink, DTP is going to kick out whenever he can!! Gaines lifts DTP and whips him to the corner... REVERSED!!! Gaines hits the turnbuckle and DTP grabs the ladder... GAINES COMES RAOARING OUT OF THE CORNER AND DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO THE LADDER KICKING INTO DTP'S FACE!! The ladder is still on top of DTP and Gunnar is climbing the ropes!! CC: He wouldn't!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: GRIZZLY SPLASH ON TOP OF THE LADDER!!! CC: That's nuts!!! Gunnar just hurt himself as much as DTP!! OA: But DTP is under the ladder and Gaines on top!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: No no no no no!! OA: Yes! It's another drink for DTP!! Gaines rolls off the ladder, and he's in no shape to take advnatge right now... Hernandez lifts the ladder off of DTP and instructs him to drink... DTP ain't moving right now, and Hernandez is going to count! He must be ruling that he can't continue!! [Hernandez administers the ten count.] "ONE!!" "TWO!!" "THREE!!" "FOUR!!" "FIVE!!" "SIX!!" CC: DTP is moving!! "SEVEN!!" CC: DTP broke the count! OA: DTP is on his knees, and now crawling to his corner! Hernandez weatches him and again orders him to drink. Hernandez is watching Porter, and he hasn't seen Super Scott! Scott is over by Gaines who is trying to pull himself up using the ropes... AND SUPER SCOTT IS CHOKING GAINES!! CC: Good move, Hernandez still hasn't seen him! OA: DTP is stalling... Super finally releases Gaines, and DTP takes his drink! [DTP's makes another goofy face, and stands, pausing as though he may hurl.] OA: DTP may be about to throw up... CC: No, he's okay. Look... He's telling Hernandez he's okay. OA: He may have not thrown up, but he's in obvious pain. DTP walks over to Gaines, right where Super left him, and chokes him on the ropes!! DTP pulls Gaines to his feet and rolls him through the ropes to the outside!! DTP walks over to the ladder and lifts it. He's setting it up, and he's going to go for the bell!! CC: C'mon Trey, you can do it!! OA: Quit cheerleading already! DTP stands the ladder and starts to climb. He's not moving too fast after the damaging shot he took from that Grizzly Splash! Porter is only halfway up the ladder, and now Gaines is rolling back into the ring... DTP turns and sees him... DTP turns himself around and waits as Gaines stands... MISSLE DROPKICK FROM THE LADDER!! A cover by DTP!! ONE!! TWO!! OA: GAINES KICKS OUT!! CC: Damn!! OA: Both men have kicked out recently, and that's surprising due both to the amount of punishment they've endured, and the amount of wood grain alcohol they've taken into their systems. Don't forget folks, we're talking about PURE alcohol here. This stuff approaches 200 proof!! CC: This ain't no 80 proof JD, this stuff is STRONG. OA: DTP slowly gets up and grabs Gaines... SMALL PACKAGE BY GAINES!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: Oh, this is NOT good for DTP!! OA: Porter can't believe it!! He has to take his fourth shot!! He's protesting, but Hernandez is ordering him to his corner!! DTP looks horrified as he grabs his bottle... And he drinks... [DTP's face is a little less comic than it has been, but he's still obviously effected by the drink.] OA: DTP looks a little worse for wear now... Gaines stalks over and knees him in the stomach!! That can't be good for DTP. He was looking as though he may be in trouble of throwing up after the last drink, and now Gaines is kneeing him in the stomach. DTP starts to convulse... CC: Hold on Trey, hold on bro... OA: Gaines backs away... DTP is bent over... Hey, wait a second.. He's reaching into his boot!! DTP stands upright and turns to Gaines. Gaines walks back in... DTP DECKS HIM!!! DTP HAS A SMALL CHAIN IN HIS HAND!! Gaines is down, and DTP is covering him! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! CC: Go down another one Gaines!! OA: DTP is still in this match, and he has used every dirty trick I can think of! Gaines is not moving yet, so Hernandez is going to count! "ONE!!" "TWO!!" "THREE!!" "FOUR!!" "FIVE!!" "SIX!!" [POP!!!!] CC: He's up!! Damnit!! OA: Gaines crawls to his corner, and rests for a second. Gaines now grabs his bottle and takes another drink... That's... What did we say eight now? CC: Three. OA: Three plus the five that Super and DTP poured down his throat. CC: Right, then eight it is. OA: Porter is watchign Gaines, and he's looking shaky. Gaines stands, and he's not in very good shape himself. The two men stumble towards each other and lock up... Gaines whips Porter into the ropes... Porter bounces off and ducks under a wild swing by Gaines!! Porter almost trips but bounces back towards Gaines... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! [Each man lands with an arm across the others' torso.] OA: HERNANDEZ IS COUNTING!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! CC: But who has to drink!! OA: Hernandez is pointing to both corners!! They BOTH have to!! They each had an arm draped over the other!! CC: What a bogus call!! DTP should NOT have to drink again!! OA: They do, and now both men are on their knees and making their way towards their corners. Gaines grabs his bottle and drinks. DTP grabs his and drinks. They both look drunk now... Especially as we watch them stand up. Gaines looks over at the ladder and grabs it. Gaines lifts it back into the center of thring while DTP just stands there, trying to focus on him. Gaines is starting to climb. Super i yelling at DTP trying to remind him what he's doing. CC: This is unreal! Trey!! Get him!! You're in a wresting match here!! OA: Gaines is having some trouble finding his footing on the rungs of the ladder, and all DTP can do is point and laugh!! Super is up on the apron and DTP goes over and hugs him, and then points back at Gaines still laughing!! Super pushes DTP away and slaps him!! Now Porter looks ready to fight Scott, but Scoot yells for him to get Gaines!! DTP looks at Gaines who has managed to get half way up the ladder and stumbles over to the other side and starts climbing himself! CC: How can two drunk men climb a fifteen foot ladder? OA: I'm not convinced they can! Gaines is stuck about halfway up, and Porter is right with him... PORTER SLIPS AND HITS HIS CHIN ON THREE DIFFERENT RUNGS ON THE WAY DOWN!! GUNNAR LOOKS OVER AND LAUGHS... NOW HE LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS TO THE MAT!! CC: HAHAHAHA!!! OA: This is almost comical now!! Super Scott is up on the apron again!! Gaines stands and looks at him. Gaines stumbles over and swings, but Scott ducks and smirks at him!! GAINES CAUGHT HIM ON THE WAY BACK!! Scott falls off the apron and to the floor!! DTP stumbles over... AND GAINES BACKDROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! CC: DTP looks like he's out of it! OA: What has Super got in his hands!? He's... He just pulled a cinder block out from under the apron and gave it to DTP!! Super Scott runs to the other side of the ring, and he's up on the apron yelling at Hernandez again!! Hernandez goes over to Scott... Oh no!! gaines is reaching over the top rope to grab DTP... "SMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" [DTP clobbers Gaines in the forehead with the cinder block and it disintegrates!] OA: DTP just smashed that block over Gaines head!! It must have been oure instinct!! DTP pulls himself up and falls into the ring!! Super jumps off the apron and Hernandez turns to see DTP on one knee, and Gaines on his back!! NO!! Not like this!! Hernandez is counting!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!!! SIX!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!! EIGHT!!!!!!!! NINE!!!!!!!!! Will Gunnar get up? TEN!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: That's it!! Hernandez calls for the bell, and DTP has won the Alaskan Ladder Match!! CC: YES!! I KNEW HE COULD DO IT!! OA: He and Super Scott!! This is a travesty!! Super Scott is helping DTP out of here, and how symbolic since he helped him through the entire match! FRANCINE: Here is your winner ... ["Dreamlover" by Mariah Carey plays.] "D R E A M L O V E R" T R E Y P O R T E R ! ! ! CC: All within the rules OA: How are cinder blocks and switching alcohol for water within the rules? CC: They never got caught did they? OA: No they... "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" OA: OH, GROSS!! DTP just hurled in the aisle! CC: Wow, he won the match in the nick of time huh? OA: You know what? I feel like throwing up too! This match was suppose to determine just who the better man was, and I, like many of these fans, feel robbed. NOTHING has been proven tonight other than DTP needed Super Scott in his corner to defeat Gunnar Gaines! Folks, I understand that right now Anthony Edwards is standing by backstage with ANOTHER legend in this business. "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder! [Cut to a waist-up shot of Anthony Edwards standing beside Brody Thunder.] AE: Well thanks guys and you're right. I AM here with the 'Lone Wolf' himself Brody Thunder and Mr Thunder.. the question on everyone's lips is... why? Why DID you come to the I Slash? [Thunder tweaks one end of his handlebar moustache and smirks.] BT: Why'd I come here? Heh, y'know.. after dealin' with that runt, Billy Rock, I been wonderin' that myself. Is that the type o'welcome I deserve? Ta have some green-behind-the-ears tinhorn rookie tryin' ta cheat me outta what's mine? Yer damn right I don't. Look.. I know everybody thinks they know why the Wolf's here. I've heard all the backroom rumors an' jawjackin' 'bout how everybody in the I- Slash figgers I'm here on some mission as part of some supposed comeback or some last run at the spotlight or somethin'. [Thunder shakes his head 'no'.] BT: Well don't believe the backroom bullsh[BLEEP]t, hoss cuz it ain't true. Ain't true at all. Y'see the truth is damn sight more simple'n that. Everbody knows the rep o' the I-Slash. Every place I go, all ya hear is how the I-Slash is the home o' the best there is in the business. Well when ya start talkin' about the best, it gets Brody Thunder's attention. So I decided to check it out. An' y'know what I found out? I found out that there was this lil thing called Egos An' Icons about ta go off. I found out they were havin' a battle royal, The Rumble, with some o'the biggest names in the sport. I noticed there was one name missin'. MY name. Then I found out that the winner o' this here Rumble match? Well he gets himself a nice lil shot at this promotion's world title. All he's gotta do is be the last man in that ring an'he steps right to the head o'the line fer the strap. An' that strap... means money, hoss. BIG money. An' THAT'S why I'm here, ace. A shot at that strap an' more importantly...a shot at that paycheck. An' believe me, hoss, the one that comes with that world strap is as big as they come in this business, m'man. Plain an' simple. AE: Okay, well with that being said, why exactly did you attack Billy Rock two weeks ago on Graphic Nature? [Thunder throws Edwards a 'what are you smoking' look.] BT: Hey lemme ask you somethin', hoss. If you pay fer a beer an' then you find some guy DRINKIN' yer beer... what would YOU do? AE: Well I.. BT: You'd do nothin' that's what _you'd_ do'. But me? Hell, I'm gettin' my money's worth back in either beer or hide. That punk Billy Jack... AE: Rock. Billy ROCK. BT: Whatever... he thought he could jus' walk out there an' bump his gums on MY time. Well he found out that THAT weren't exactly the brightest career move he's ever made now, didn't he? Y'see, I don't care if it was Billy Rock or anybody else in that lockerroom... if ya cross the Wolf... Yer gonna pay the price. An' everyone who's in this Rumble tonight's gonna find that out when I... [Something off camera catches Thunder's attention suddenly. A sly grin creeps across Thunder's lips.] BT: Well, well.. look who finally woke up? How's the melon, kid? [Now Edwards sees the object of Thunder's attention. ] AE: Hey now...wait a minute! We don't need any trouble here...! [A pop eminates from the arena as Billy Rock mosies into the frame, his bottom lip packed with snuff. He spits on the floor, unsettingly close to Thunder's feet.] BR: Aint no trouble at all, Tony. [Rock comes nose to nose with Thunder, Edwards wedged uncomfortably between.] BR: Strictly pleasure. AE: Yeah, well uh, fellas it's getting a bit congested in-- BR: So that's watcha tied my head in knots for, Thunder? A lil' extra scratch? BT: Like I told, runt... time is money an' I paid fer that time you were out there flappin' yer lips on. BR: Mmm-huh. [Scratching his chin.] BR: Well I can tell yuh aint quite sure where you're at yet, so lemme offer yuh a bit of direction. 'Round here you're on _my_ clock, and I don't care how deep yuh dug into your pockets for a lil' time, all yuh bought yourself with that stunt was a lot less of it. Come to think ... yuh could probably use a little indication of exactly what your precious time's worth to _me_. [Before Thunder realizes it, Billy's scooped the smokeless tobacco from his bottom lip with his tongue and spattered it across his chest. Before Thunder can react, Rock NAILS him with a big right hand to the jaw!] OA: Rock SLUGGGED him! Get outta there, Anthony! [And another! And another! Thunder goes down hard to the concrete floor! Billy Rock now tries to get in closer. Thunder's on one knee as Rock just about reaches him... but Thunder pulls Anthony Edwards in between himself and Rock!] AE: HEY! DON'T...! [Thunder regains his footing and now the two begin trading heavy bombs! Rock with a big right hand! Thunder answers back with one of his own! Rock recoils and comes back with yet another big right hand! Suddenly both men DECK Anthony Edwards with simultaneous right hands!] OA: Anthony! Someone get him out of there! CC: No, leave him! This is the best interview he's ever conducted! I wanna see him finish it! [Edwards collapses to the floor as Thunder and Rock collide in a collar- n-elbow tie-up! Both men are trying to gain an advantage when... several wrestlers from the lockerroom (including Chad Allen, Travis Cade, David Moore, Echo Dare, Intent To Injure, and Jeff Matthews) rush in trying to separate the two men! The wrestlers finally get them separated... but Billy Rock LEAPS OVER THE TOP OF THEM and NAILS Thunder with another big right hand!] OA: Get a hold of these two before they KILL each other! [The wrestlers now get the pair separated yet again as the camera's microphone picks up some heated words...] BT: Kid... I knotted yer head before cuz o'business! Tonight I'm gonna do it fer fun! An' I promise ya, runt... the NEXT thing you spit outta yer mouth at me.. [Thunder points an ominous finger at the equally restrained Billy Rock.] BT: ..will be yer gawdamn teeth! [Thunder wipes away a trace of blood from his lower lip with the back of his hand, never taking his eyes off Rock as he does so.] BR: What're yuh waitin' for, gramps!? [Thunder looks down at the blood on his hand and suddenly lashes out with a frustrated swipe that doesn't come close.] BR: Yuh just came as close as yuh EVER will! [Thunder grins at Rock's words with a wicked albeit bloody smile. He nods his head and winks at Rock as both men are finally separated and escorted off.] OA: Brody Thunder and Billy Rock having to be PRIED apart by several I-Slash superstars! That situation is escalating by the day, Cordell. CC: Well Billy came looking for a fight on Brody's time. He got a fight alright, but not the one that he or anyone else wants to be swept up in. OA: You can bet those two will be looking for each other in the Judgement Day Rumble. Yet you CAN'T bet that "Suicidal" Nate McMannis will be there. In just a few short moments he and Maverick are going to have to win a Stairway To Hell match just to make McMannis eligible! CC: The only thing McMannis will be elibible for after this is welfare. He's been through enough Stairway To Hell's to know that this is a career depreciating match. Each and every time he loses, we appreciate him a little less! OA: Hold that tongue, Cordell. The I-Slash appreciates every drop of blood and sweat that McMannis has given over the last couple of years. He's a PILLAR of the I-Slash, and tonight he's bringing a bulldozer in the Big M with him! Even though losing would mean McMannis is one less man in his way of winning the Judgement Day Rumble, Maverick's got to be seeking vengeance as well for that ROAST you participated in a few weeks ago on Graphic Nature. CC: Haha! That was fun. OA: It wasn't so fun for Super Scott when it was all said and done, and I don't think "fun" is the word I'd use to describe what's about to go down either. Let's get to the ring. ooo==================ooo==================ooo STAIRWAY TO HELL ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Super Cool vs. "Suicidal" Nate McMannis & Maverick ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following tag team contest is a STAIRWAY TO HELL match! [POP!!!] FRANCINE: Nate McMannis and Maverick MUST win for McMannis to be eligable for the Judgement Day Rumble! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" [A feedback screech from the loudspeakers pierces the ears of everyone in attendance. Then over the speakers comes...] "Everybody be cool." [... the soundbyte of George Clooney's Seth Gecko in From Dusk Till Dawn.] "You. " [The lights flicker and go out as a spotlight shines over the entrance way.] "Be cool." ["War Without Duty" (Kill Bill Theme) by Tomoyasu Hotei begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd thunders with boos.] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... tipping the scales at a combined weight of 507 pounds ... JOHNNY "COOL" COLES! SUPER SCOTT! S U P E R C O O L ! ! ! [Johnny "Cool" Coles and Super Scott step into spotlight, mirrored sunglasses slung over Coles' face, arms outstrectched treating the chorus of boos like standing ovations. He literally basks in the glow. Super Scott stands just behind him, soaking up what's left of the limelight. When the lights come up They make their way to the ring, Coles wearing red tights trimmed with black that have small t-bolts scatted all about the legs, black boots with a red trim and silver outline around the toe, laces and heel, black knee sleeves and black elbow pads trimmed in silver. Super Scott wears a gray wife beater, white wrist tape, and royal blue track pants.] [They take their time getting into the ring, Coles sitting on the apron and taunting the rabid crowd. Eventually, he rolls under the bottom rope while Scott steps over the top, hands off his shades and takes a seat in the corner, sitting on the top ropes.] FRANCINE: Their opponents ... ##### YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE ####### ["You're Unbelievable" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd MEGA POPS as they jump to their feet, arms outstretched.] FRANCINE: ... first, hailing from Grosse Pointe, Michigan ... standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at a massive 350 pounds ... here is one third of the greatest stable on God's Green Earth, the TRIFECTA ... M A V E R I C K ! ! ! [Mav turns around, arms still outstretched, head still lowered. Green Pyro's shoot into the sky behind him as he throws his head backward and flips his long hair out of his face. He throws his arms down leading to one more large explosion. He starts the walk to the ring wearing his leather jacket, a pair of denim shorts, and his trademark steel plated boots. He stops about half way down, looks into the ring, and Francine introduces his partner] FRANCINE: His partner ... [The camera cuts to the I-Sore. We get a distant shot of a man, apparently wearing a black suit, standing at the top of what seems to be a 100 story building. He stands at the ledge, teetering... he spreads his arms and falls forward, off of the building.] V/O: FROM THE REALM OF CHAOS... [Cut shot to the man in a suit free-falling towards the camera, his mouth agape. The background is the pure blue sky. He is clearly screaming, but the entire thing is inaudible.] V/O: ... AND FROM THE DEPTHS OF HATRED... [The man continues falling, his arms flailing and his legs seemingly completely out of his control. We now get audio feed, but rather than the man's screams, we hear the intro beats to "Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed.] V/O: ... INSANITY IS BORN. [The man's eyes widen as his arms and legs stop their movement. He pushes them outwards, and closes his eyes, coming to grips with his reality.] # Can you feel that? # # That Shit... # [The music loudens in the First Union Center as it comes to a climax.] V/O: WELCOME... TO MY WORLD. [The audio cuts out. The man's screams replace "Down With the Sickness," and almost immediately... "TTTHHHUUUDDD!" He lands on the I-Sore, splattering. The image shakes slightly as he hands, and his body dissolves across the I-Sore, forming the name that has haunted the nightmares of all too many superstars... and forming it in blood red lettering. "SUICIDAL" NATE McMANNIS. RELEASE THE F*CKING MONKIES!!!] # !!! ___OOH___ ___WAH___ ___AH___ ___AH___ ___AH___ !!! # [The crowd _explodes_ out of their seats as the camera pans out and exposes the entranceway. "Down With the Sickness" resumes, as McMannis's blood-fonted name streaks downwards and off of the I-Sore as it is replaced by various spots from his long career.] BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! Three successive pyrotechnic rockets shoot into the Mayhem Arena ceiling, exploding in the form of red streamers.] FRANCINE: ... hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico ... standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 219 pounds ... ["Suicidal" Nate McMannis _erupts_ out of the locker room area, whipping his arms up and down and working the crowd into a bona fide frenzy. He is wearing his traditional ring gear, consisting of black elbowpads, purple wrist tape, black pant-length, leather tights, and black leather boots. He wears a black leather vest over his attire as well. McMannis begins stalking towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans and getting pumped up as he goes.] "S U I C I D A L" N A T E M c M A N N I S ! ! ! [McMannis slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, standing in the center of the ring. The lights dim and a red spotlight focuses on McMannis. He points to the dagger on his left wrist... then his right wrist... and then runs his thumb along the dagger tattooed to his throat... ___BBBAAAMMM___!!! ... and shooting into the sky is another red streamer. The lights go up and the music goes down.] DING! DING! OA: The bell rings, and all four men, four men with a _tremendous_ amount of history, stand facing each other. McMannis looks at his partner Maverick, then to Super Cool, Super Cool stare back. CC: I have a feeling we are about to see something special here, Owen. [Upon the utterance of that word, the action starts. McMannis and Maverick charge!!! Super and Coles barely have a chance to react, Maverick reeling Super with a flurry of rights and McMannis doing the same with Coles, they each send their respective opponent off the ropes and nail simultaneous clotheslines. The ring shakes and the crowd lifts the arena up a notch.] OA: McMannis and Maverick feeling it early here! CC: It's early. Just you wait and see what my boys got in store for the Imperfecta. [Coles and Scott rise and rush their opponents, rush being the key word as they fail to stop in time to avoid the dual thrust kicks that send them back down to the mat. McMannis charges the ropes and leaps up to the second turnbuckling fliping backwards and landing square on Coles with a moonsault. Maverick charges Scott and drops a leg across his throat.] CC: Come on guys! I already thought you'd win by this point! We're about 30 or 40 seconds in! OA: Didn't you say this was going to be something special? CC: Yeah, McMannis and Mav's retirement match. [McMannis picks up Coles and whips him hard into the corner, Maverick doing the same to Super, except in the opposite corner. Maverick and McMannis look at each and nod, grabbing Scott and Coles respectively by the arms and whipping them into each other...but...] OA: SUPER REVERSES THE WHIP AND COLES USES THE MOMENTUM TO LAND A FLYING FOREARM SMASH!!! CC: Looks like they took the buzz out of Mav's bee-hive! [Both men turn their attention to McMannis, Maverick rolls over onto his hands and knees, peaking up to see the backs of Coles and Scott. He raises and chairs. He does a baseball slide, right into the left leg of Scott and right leg of coles from behind. Both men go down.] OA: QUick motion by Maverick just saved McMannis from a 2 on 1. McMannis picks up Coles and throws him out of the ring, over the top ropes. HE'S CLIMBING TO THE TOP!!! CC: I think it's a little early to go upstairs! [Cordell may be right, Coles begins to rise. Meanwhile, Super is in the corner, taking rights and lefts from Mav. Super plucks a thumb to the eye and takes Maverick to the mat with a bulldog.] OA: MCMANNIS IS ON THE TOP ROPES...AND HE LEAPS... CC: RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK TO THE STOMACH!!! OA: McMannis is in excruciating pain on the mat, the sound of that dropkick included a 'crack' that very well may have been McMannis' ribs. CC: THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER CRACK IN A SECOND HERE!!! COLES IS FOLDING UP A RINGSIDE CHAIR... "CRACK!!!!" "CRACK!!!!" "CRACK!!!!" OA: ...THREE SHOTS TO THE BACK OF MCMANNIS!!! [McMannis rolls over onto his back, he back arched and his hand is rubbing at the spot he was nailed. Coles sees the mistake...and takes advantage.] "CRACK!!!!" OA: CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE!!! CC: YOu think he's getting it bad, look at what Scott is doing to Mav. [Back in the ring, Super has his right hand clenched tightly to the temple of Maverick, clawhold! His left, is throwing a barrage of shots into the ribs of Maverick. Super digs the clawhold in, trying to force Maverick to the mat. The big man, eventually sucumbing to the force of the hold, lands on his back in the middle of the ring. Scott, mercilessly, keeps the hold locked. Meanwhile, on the outside, Coles has picked up McMannis and brought him up and down hard with a belly to belly suplex. Coles points at his autorgraphed McMannis shirt, sticking it in McMannis' face to make sure he sees it.] OA: Coles unnecessarily rubbing his advantage in. CC: Unnecessarily?! He's just trying to show McMannis his "cool" shirt. [McMannis eats Coles fists. Meanwhile, Super _still_ has that clawhold locked in the ring, and Maverick is out, and Super takes advantage, releasing the hold and rolling outside the ring, looking under the ring apron.] OA: What the hell is he looking for, Cordell? CC: Maverick's career? _Or_ he's looking for that ladder he's got in his hands! [Super shoves the ladder into the ring and then hops up onto the apron and climbs back into the ring between the ropes. He grabs the ladder and stands it up, propping it against the corner folded. He picks up Maverick and sends him for the ride...] "CRACK!!!!" [Or did he?] OA: MAVERICK REVERSES THE IRISH WHIP AND SENT SUPER _CRASHING_ INTO THE LADDER!!! CC: Super staggers out of the corner like a bully beat him and took his lunch money! [His legs jelly from hitting ladder so hard, he turns around and is met by the one man he doesn't want to see right now...] OA: MAVERICK WITH THE LADDER!!! AND HE'S SPINNING IT ABOVE HIS HEAD TO GAIN MOMENTUM!!! "CRACK!!!!" ....AND HE WHIPS IT INTO THE FACE OF SUPER!!! CC: HE'S _GUSHING_ BLOOD FROM HIS NOSE!!! OA: Blood flows freely from Super's nose and he is _out_ in the ring. [Meanwhile, Coles has cleared off an announcer's table and picked up McMannis, who staggers Coles with a hard right hand. Staggering Coles. He whips him into the guardrail... "CLANG!!!!" ....but does not relent, he charges at Coles, leaps up onto the metal guardrail and leaps off, a vicious spinning kick pastes the side of Coles' face, sending him crashing to the mat.] OA: Maverick is in complete control in the ring. CC: McMannis is in control outside the ring. OA: And this are _not_ looking good for Super Cool at this moment. [McMannis taking out _months_ of frustration on Coles at the moment, he hurls Coles onto the table that he cleared off and climbs up after him, picking him up and kicking him in the gut, he quickly hooks both arms and leaps...] "CRRRRAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!" [...folding the table with a vicious Tiger Driver '91.] OA: TIGER DRIVER '91 THROUGH THE TABLE!!! TIGER DRIVER '91 THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE!!! CC: Uh oh. [We see Coles roll out of the snarls of wood that were once a table. His face, full of pieces of wood and a crimson mask that holds them on. ANd McMannis, for the first time tonight, smiles.] OA: Look at the look on McMannis' face! After all these months, vengeance shall _finally_ be his. CC: We'll see about that, Ambrose. This one is still early. [McMannis rolls Coles in the ring. The same ring where Super has managed to fight back, hooking Maverick and nailing him with a gourdbuster. the ladder is still laying on the mat, he turns, seeing that McMannis is propped ontop of Coles, pounding away, and he grabs him from behind by the hair, pulling him to his feet and yanking back, pulling Nate's head beneath his armpit and dropping.] CC: The save by Super!! Inverted DDT with even the score pretty quickly. OA: Super is the only man in the ring standing at this point and he's turning his attention back to Maverick, pulling him to his feet and sticking his head between his legs. [Super yanks back, pulling Maverick's legs high in the air, his head down, piledriver position, and he leaps...] "THUD!!!" OA: SUPER SCOTT WITH THE SCREWDRIVER!!! HIS SPINNING PILEDRIVER JUST MAY HAVE TAKEN THE LIFE OUT OF MAVERICK!!! CC: FUnny...I didn't know he had any life in the first place. [Coles and McMannis start to rise, and SUper grabs McMannis from behind with an atomic drop, but instead of dropping, he hoists his legs up over Coles shoulders, in powerbomb position. Super, still holding his part and both men drop.] OA: COMBINATION ATOMIC DROP AND POWERBOMB!!! [Super Cool admires their work. Coles walks over to the corner, grabbing the ladder and setting it up. Scott is apparently on "guard" duty, as he stands over both men, laying boots in occassionally, making sure they dont' stop Coles from reaching the belt. Super, laying the boots into Maverick when...] "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" OA: MCMANNIS JUST A GROIN SHOT FROM BEHIND, HE SPINS SCOTT AROUND INTO A LEAPING 360 DEGREE DDT! cc: Coles is 3/4 of the way up the ladder, and he looks down and see's McMannis, he turns around and sits down at that point on the ladder!!! Haha, I love it, he's calling McMannis out! He's _begging_ him to climb up and meet him head on. [Crowd pops!!!] OA: AND MCMANNIS IS GONNA DO IT!!! MCMANNIS IS SCRAMBLING UP THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE LADDER!!! [The crowd is on their feet as Coles turns and climbs up to the top of the ladder, McMannis reaching that point at the same time and both men exchange punches, neither man backing down, or even moving for that matter. All that can be seen is the blur of their fists and the sweat flying off their bodies from the impact of each blow. McMannis reaches down deep and _destroys_ Coles cheekbone with a hard right that makes Johnny loose his grip, and his cool. He looks back and sees the ground fast approaching, and then nothing as his body bounces off the mat from the force of the fall.] CC: COLES JUST FELL OFF THE TOP OF THE 20 FOOT LADDER!!! OA: Super's head just rose and he see's McMannis on the top of the ladder and begins shaking it!!! He didn't even get up, he's shaking from the ground!!! [McMannis' balance is unsteady as result of the shaking from Super. He has two choices: jump for the barbed wire, or make Super pay for even thinking of touching his sole method of support. He chooses the latter, and turns towards Scott and doesn't leap, but instead drops gracefully.... "THUD!!!" ....with an earthshattering top of the ladder swan dive.] CC: SWAN DIVE FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER ONTO SUPER SCOTT! MCMANNIS SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO DAMN NEAR KILL SUPER SCOTT! NEITHER MAN IS MOVING!!!! OA: If his goal was to stop the ladder from shaking, mission accomplished. Nobody will be shaking the ladder right now. [Except maybe Maverick, who has risen from the debilitating Screwdrvier and takes a moment to assess the situation, before approaching the rising Coles and dropping a forearm down across his back.] CC: Maverick has finally decided to get back into the match! OA: He took a very vicious Screwdriver! CC: Super didn't even hit all of that one! [Maverick scoops up Coles and snake eyes him across a rung of the ladder, the ladder shakes and begins to fall, but Maverick begins to climb up. Coles down, grabbing his throat, and Super rises behind him, McMannis using the ropes in an attempt to bring himself to his feet. Maverick continues his climb, not noticing Super approaching from behind.] OA: SUPER GRABS MAV BY THE BOOT AND... "THUD!!!" [In a single vicious twist Super hurls himself and Mav backwards off the ladder with a dragon screw leg whip. Mav hits the mat hard, _immediately_ grabbing at his leg, Super rolls through the fall, coming up to his knees and smiling. Happy with his work. Meanwhile, Coles and McMannis have began to tear into each other in the corner, neither man gaining an advantage. McMannis tackles Coles, and they roll on the mat, pounding a hole into each other.] OA: DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP OFF THE HALFWAY SPOT IN THE LADDER!!! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN MAV'S LEG!!! CC: I think I heard something snap. I know it couldn't be his spine though. He lost that years ago. OA: Mav, clutching at his leg, may need medical attention here. [Super picks up Maverick and whips him off the ropes, Maverick returning, his face greeted by the awaiting boot of Super. He falls to the mat, grabbing his face with one hand, and his leg with the other, Super follows through booting him soccer style in the side, Maverick rolling out of the ring and Super following.] CC: Maverick ain't fairing to well right now. OA: You wouldn't be either after getting leg whipped off the ladder, Cordell. CC: Ambrose, I'm smart enough to avoid getting on Super's bad side. [Meanwhile, in the ring, McMannis has gained an advantage on Coles, Coles staggers backwards and is met...WITH A SAVATE KICK!!! Coles hits the mat, and McMannis begins to climb the ladder, his eyes meeting the spool at the top. Super, realizing the occurance in the ring, stops what he's doing with Maverick and grabs a chair from ringside and roles back into the ring. He approaches the ladder and begins to climb on the opposite side of Maverick.] OA: SUPER IS CLIMBING THE LADDER WITH THAT CHAIR...WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!?!?! MCMANNIS IS AT THE TOP!!! HE'S REACHING FOR THE SPOOL OF BARBED WIRE!!! "CRACK!!!!!" "THUD!!!!!" [A sick pop!!! Super wound up at the top and pasted the unexpecting McMannis in the head with the chair, McMannis immediately slumping over and falling backwards, landing back first on the mat. It's all trivial now though, as Super reaches up to grab the spool, dropping the chair onto the groun, and the chair... "CRACK!!!!!" ....is picked up.] OA: MAVERICK IS BACK INTO THE RING!!! HE GRABBED THE CHAIR AND HIT THE LADDER, SHAKING THE LADDER HE WINDS UP AGAIN.... "CLANG!!!!!" ....HE HIT THE LADDER AGAIN!!!! CC: Super is grabbing at the top, just trying not to fall off!!! [But it's to no avail, Maverick winds up again and brings the ladder into the frame of the chair with such force, that the ladder tips over, the middle bouncing off the middle rope, and Super's body goes flying, not just out of the ring, but out of the ring _area_. As he lands 3 rows back in a pile of chairs.] OA: OH SWEET GOD!!! SUPER COULD BE _DEAD_ OUT THERE!!! THE LADDER TIPPED OVER AND HE WENT THREE ROWS DEEP INTO THE CROWD!!! SUPER IS COUGHING UP BLOOD!!! CC: He could have internal bleeding, Ambrose. This ain't good. "CRACK!!!!!!!" [It's not good for Maverick either, who, still holding the chair, gets it blasted into his face with a Superkick from an awaiting Coles. Three men are _dead_. Maverick, out on his back, McMannis is out on his back, and Super is lying somewhere in the steel rubble at ringside. Coles takes advantage, picking up Maverick and hoisting him...in a suplex positiong, hooking the leg of Maverick before lifting...] CC: COLES IS LIFTING MAVERICK FOR THE SCENE STEALER, AND HE'S GONNA DO IT ON THE CHAIR!!!! OA: MAVERICK HAS TAKEN A LOT OF ABUSE TONIGHT, AND THIS CAN'T HELP MCMANNIS AND HIS CHANCES... "CRACK!!!!!!!" ....SCENE STEALER ON THE CHAIR!!! [Coles, realizing the advantage the have taken rolls over Maverick and mocking counts him down for the three count. He rising, looking at the ladder, before looking back at Maverick and smirking. In a swift motion he grabs Maverick's legs and puts his between them and through, twisting swiftly and turning over.] OA: COLES HAS THE PRESSURE COOKER LOCKED ON MAV!!! MAV ISN'T EVEN AWAKE TO SUBMIT, BUT COLES IS TRYING TO SNAP HIS LEGS OFF!!! CC: He's definitely getting cooked right now, Ambrose. [Coles, smiling the whole time, back to McMannis, is exerting as much force as possible into the move, torquing back with all the strength he can, trying to bend Mav in half, meanwhile...McMannis has disappeared from his spot on the mat...before reappearing from under the ring with another ladder, which he hoists into the ring. Super, beginning to move on the outside, has managed to climb back over the guardrail, but when hitting the ground on the other side, can't find the strength to rise. Not able to warn his partner, of the pain that is about to come...] "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" "CRACK!!!!!!" OA: MCMANNIS WITH THREE SHOTS TO THE BACK OF COLES HEAD WITH THE SECOND LADDER!!! CC: Couldn't meet him eye to eye like a man. OA: Oh, like Super Cool would. CC: Bet your sweet ass they would. OA: Yeah, right. [McMannis looks up at the spool and points up at it. The arena roof nearly blows off. Just like every Stairway to Hell match before, McMannis plans on being the first man to grab the spool. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to all, Super has rolled back into the ring. McMannis begins to climb.] CC: McMannis better be careful, Super is rising and he's setting up the second ladder next to McMannis. [Super, measures up the distance between the two ladders and wearily climbs up, McMannis, about to reach the top, he climbs up to the very peak, reaching up to grab the barbed wire spool. It touches his hand and Super has reached the top as well. He looks over at McMannis, grabbing at the spool, he then looks down at the ladder below McMannis and raises his foot...kicking the ladder out from under him... ....the crowd gasps.] OA: THE LADDER IS TIPPED OVER!!! MCMANNIS IS HANGING ON BY THE SPOOL OF BARBED WIRE!!! THIS IS GROWING RIDICULOUS!!! EVERY STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH THIS HAPPENS!!! CC: Oh sweet irony. [McMannis, clinging desperately to the spool, looks down below, realizing the the fall would be not very comfortable. Blood, oozes out of his hands, dripping down his arms. Super watches for a moment, waiting for McMannis to fall. He grows impatient, measuring the distance between himself and McMannis...he leaps... "CCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "THUD!!!!" ....and neither man will ever be the same.] "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: SUPER JUST SPEARED MCMANNIS OFF THE LADDER!!! THE SPOOL STILL CLINGING TO HIS HAND!!! THEY BOTH _FLEW_ OVER THE TOP ROPES AND THROUGH A TABLE RINGSIDE!!! THAT'S A 30 FOOT FALL!!!! CC: I have now seen it all. [The rubble is so deep you almost can't see Nate and Super. Blood rolls of from under the rubble, and we see, still clinging tightly in his hands, is the barbed wire. Maverick and Coles have risen in the ring. Both staring outside, having witnessed the horrific event. Stunned, neither man moves for the attack, but instead they roll out of the ring, and go to pull their partners out of the destruction.] CC: Everybody is in shock. These guys could, _literallY_ have to call this match. I haven't seen something that sick since...well...since yesterday!!! OA: The arena falls _silent_, Coles and Mav, are pulling Super and McMannis out of the rubble. [Utter shock, they aren't dead!! The crowd roars from their seats. McMannis lunging at Coles with a right, Coles stunned, but the punch was weak from the fall, so Coles fires back, but the punch, is returned with a punch filled with a fist of Barbed wire. Coles falls backwards, bloodied from the punch. at the same point in time, Super fires a right at Maverick, which is blocked and returned, sending Super to the mat. Maverick, drops and elbow across the throat of Super and covers...] One! Two! OA: NO!!! SUPER KICKED OUT!!! CC: GONNA TAKE MORE THAN HIS DEATH TO KEEP HIM DOWN!!! [McMannis approaches the downed Coles, he drops the spool of barbed wire, and with his blood crusted hand, reaches down to pick up Coles.... "OHHHHHHHHH!!!" .....but is met with a shot to the groin. McMannis, doubled over, is planted on the mat with a DDT. Coles, sensing McMannis may be done after the fall from above, drops down and covers.] One! Two! [Did he get him?] OA: MAVERICK BROKE UP THE PINFALL ATTEMPT!!! [Maverick yanks Coles up from behind by his hair, and Coles reaches behind and with one swift motion drops back down, dropping Maverick with a stunner. Super is crawling over to the announcer's table, and he grabs a tv monitor off the table and yanks the cord loose. Meanwhile, Coles has turned his attention back to McMannis, shooting a boot into his rising stomach, he then raises a leg and drops it down across the back of McMannis' head.] OA: Super Cool has taken the advantage. And what the hell is Scott going to do with that TV monitor? CC: I think we are about to find out!!! [Scott stands over Maverick, waiting for Maverick to rise and look up. Maverick, on his hands and knees, does...] "CRACK!!!!!" "SMASH!!!!" OA: SUPER JUST LEVELED MAV WITH THAT MONITOR TWICE!!!GLASS FLEW _EVERYWHERE_!!! CC: Look at Mav's face, Ambrose! _Everybody_ is a bloody mess now! [The camera pans in on the downed Mav's face, glass sticking to cuts on his face and blood pouring from every direction. The shot is interupted by the boot of Scott coming into view and smashing itself into Mav's face. He drops down for the cover.] One! Two! Three!!!! [MEGA-CROWD POP!!!] CC: IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! THEY DID IT!!! SUPER COOL HAS WON!!! OA: Looks like you spoke too soon, Cordell!!! [The ref holds up two fingers, and Scott can't believe it. Meanwhile, Coles has rolled McMannis into the ring and climbed up to the top turnbuckle, leaping and... "THUD!!!" ...._nailing_ McMannis with a corkscrew plancha.] OA: CORKSCREW PLANCHA BY COLES!!! CC: Scott picks up Mav on the outside. [Super hoists up Mav into a suplex position, however Mav, using all the strength he has left, fights the move, reversing it and bring Super up high overhead, and dropping him crotch first across the guardrail. He steps back a few feet and charges forward clotheslining Scott of the guardrail and back into the ringside area. His head hitting the mat hard.] OA: Maverick has gained the advantage on the outside, meanwhile, Coles is laying it into McMannis in the ring, He hoists him up onto his shoulders. CC: Looks like we got a Death Valley Driver coming up!!! [McMannis twists his body, turning the move and bringing Coles to the mat with a victory roll. The crowd pops!!! Coles feet flail as he attempts to break the pin attempt.] OA: MCMANNIS WITH A REVERSAL INTO A VICTORY ROLL!!!! CC: NNOOOOOOO!!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!! OA: IT'S OVER!!! MCMANNIS, AFTER ALL THIS TIME, HAS FINALLY WON A STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH!!! [Ambrose's celebration is cut off quickly by the ref's raising of two fingers. The crowd lets out an "Awwww"] CC: Not yet it isn't!!! [Coles quickly rises and boots McMannis in the gut, hoisting him up for a powerbomb. However, McMannis, using his momentum clings his legs around Coles head and flips him head first into the match with a Frankensteiner. Coles immediately grabs his head, and rolls to the apron, attempting to get away from the reborn McMannis. Meanwhile, Maverick takes Super and whips him... "CLANG!!!!!" ....but Super reverses the whip into the stairs and collapses to the mat out of exhaustion.] OA: The longer this match goes, the more I'd put my money on McMannis or Coles to be the difference makers. The big men _gotta_ be getting tired. CC: Even I'd have to agree with that logic. And I _hate_ agreeing with you. [Meanwhile, Coles has risen on the apron, a bit groggy, he turns back towards the ring, and a leaping McMannis comes hurtling towards him, leaping up and OVER Coles, and grabbing him by the waist as he flips over him... "THUD!!!!" ....bringing him down off the apron.] OA: SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB OFF THE APRON!!! [Coles landed directly on his neck, and he flips over from the impact, laying face first on the ground. McMannis grabs a table from ringside and he sets up up, tossing Coles up onto it. McMannis climbs back into the ring, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle slowly, facing away from Coles...and he draws his thumb across his throat, passing directly by the dagger tatoo, and that...can only mean one thing. And the crowd roars when it happens.] "CRASH!!!!!!!" OA: SUICIDE SPLASH OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE AND _THROUGH_ THE TABLE!!! "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: Let's take another look!!! [McMannis, moonsaults off the top, and as his legs come over, he crunches his body in and out with a frog splash milli-seconds before landing on Coles and crushing the table beneath them. Both men lay on the mat, McMannis winded as well by the impact of the blow, he rolls over and covers...] One! Two! CC: SUPER SCOTT BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!!! [Scott brings a series of boots across the back of McMannis' head. Maverick charges from behind, tackling Scott to the mat. McMannis, despite the boots, rises before Coles and pulls him to his feet, hurling him back into the ring. Maverick, meanwhile, hooks Scott around the waist and lifts and runs. Dropping him ringside with a spinebuster slam.] OA: This match...is...simply stated...a _war_. CC: We could be here all night, Ambrose. OA: It appears so. [Coles is staggered with a hard right hand by McMannis. He responds with one of his own...but it's blocked, McMannis twists the arm, and throws a thrust kick that lands underneath Coles chin, Coles body goes to fall, but McMannis holds him up by the arm and locks him from behind...] OA: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX BY MCMANNIS!!! [Coles body hits the mat with enough force to kill a man. His eyes roll back in his head, and it appears he's out. Or is he? They re-open, looking at an unnoticing McMannis, and shut before he can see. McMannis, looks at the ladder, and then to the crowd, and then to Coles, drawing his thumb...right across that dreaded tattoo. He begins the climb.] OA: COLES IS PLAYING POSSUM!!! COLES IS FAKING IT!!! CC: That brilliant bastard!!! OA: He's just waiting for McMannis to leap from the top so he can move!!! Nate, don't do it!! CC: Woah, look who's lost his ability to be partial. OA: With a match like this, it's hard to stay neutral. [McMannis reaches the top and raises his hands up above him. He turns his head back towards Coles for a moment, measuring the distance before attempting the move. He turns his back to Coles gain, and pays the price.... "CLANG!!!!!" "THUD!!!!" "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'M SPEECHLESS!!! OA: COLES ROSE WHEN MCMANNIS WAS ABOUT TO LEAP AND PUSHED THE LADDER OVER!!! MCMANNIS FELL _OVER_ THE TOP ROPES AND LANDED STOMACH FIRST ACROSS THE GUARDRAIL!! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN ALL OF HIS DAMN RIBS ON THAT ONE!!! [In the ring, Coles points to his head, letting out a chuckle at the devastation he has caused. McMannis's eyes, roll back in his head, but he ain't playing possum. Lying stomach first across the guardrail, he falls over and into the first row of the crowd. COMPLETELY unconcious. Coles turns his attention towards Maverick. Maverick laying the boots into Super at ringside and Coles looks down, seeing the spool of barbed wire and a chair, he wraps the chair in the barbed wire and charges the ropes...] "CRRAAACCCKKK!!!!" OA: COLES WITH A BARBED WIRE WRAPPED CHAIR IN FRONT OF HIM, BROUGHT IT INTO THE BACK OF MAVERICK'S HEAD WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA!!!! CC: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!! OA: All four men are down around the ringside area and the I-Slash chant continues. Four warrior, having killed each other for over a half hour, noobdy wanting to relent, but nobody able to stand, blood soaks every orface of the ringside area. CC: Nobody is going to be the same after tonight. This PPV may kill our whole roster. I'll be announcing cock fighting championships if this stuff keeps up. [Coles and Scott rise. McMannis is clenching his ribs, unable to move on the opposite side of the ring. Coles and Scott pick up Maverick, Scott pulling him up into a piledriver position and Coles climbing the ring stairs, leaping off to assist with a spike piledriver.] OA: Both men are focusing all their efforts of Maverick. Nate McMannis may not be able to get back up to get into this match. CC: He may be done for good! [The camera focuses on McMannis, now awake on the outside, blinking, eyes glazed over, but not willing to quite, he cringes and attempts to pull himself up by the guardrail, fans clinging around his bloodied and beaten body, attempt to help, but he waves them away, wanting to get up on his own, he lets out a scream as he grabs his ribs, and falls _over_ the guardrail back into the ringside area. Where the pain refuses to allow him to rise.] CC: He's just too hurt to get over there and help his friend. OA: Maverick is taking a _serious_ two on one beating right now. They are just laying the boots into him. [Scott stops kicking Maverick, allowing Coles to continue, he turns around and begins to unravel the spool of barbed wire from the chair. He looks back at Maverick, the spool now clenched between his fingers, and he whispers in Coles ear, Coles' eyes widening before he backs up and allows Scott to step in.] OA: Oh god!!! SCOTT IS WRAPPING THE BARBED WIRE AROUND THE HEAD OF MAVERICK!!! HE'S WRAPPING IT AROUND HIS FACE AND OVER THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!! THIS IS SICK! YOU CAN SEE THE CUTS FORMING WITH EVERY WRAP!!! CC: This...is...gross. [pause] I love it. [Scott finishes wrapping the entire spool around Maverick's head, his head a bloody mess. ANd he picks Maverick up and sticks his head between his legs, picking him up and leaping, twisting mid-air.... ....a sick thud can be hear... ....and he drops Maverick ontop of his head with barbed wire wrapped around the head.] OA: SCREWDRIVER ON THE PAVEMENT WITH BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND HIS HEAD!!! SCOTT AND COLES ARE TRYING TO KILL THESE MEN!!! [Scott and Coles high five, as their opponents are downed. A sick amount of blood is leaving the head of Maverick and they roll him over and make the cover, it's all elementary now...or is it? Nobody's attention is focused on the ring...or the man...or what the man is holding.] OA: Scott with the cover! ONE! TWO! "CCCCRRAAACCKKKKK!!!!!" "CRRRRRAAACCCKKKKK!!!!!" OA: NATE MCMANNIS!!! HE'S BACK IN THE MATCH AND BREAKS THE PIN!!! HOW THE HELL IS THIS MAN STANDING!!! CC: It's a miracle. THis man can't be put down. [The camera shows McMannis in the ring, Coles and Scott with their backs to him celebrating and he has the steel ladder in his hand, and he thrust it down across the back of Super's head to break the pinfall, Coles turned and was leveled with the end of the ladder as well. His nose cracking and busted open, he drops to the mat, clenching his 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!!!!!" [The chants continue, as McMannis, in the ring brings his thumb across his throat a _third_ time tonight. He leaps the ring, walking over to Maverick, and not even checking on his condition, instead he removed the spool of barbed wire from his head. Cuts and blood are all you can see on Maverick, and McMannis takes the spool...and wraps it around his own waist. Cringing as his skin is pierced, broken ribs and all.] OA: WHAT THE HELL IS MCMANNIS DOING? CC: DOESN'T THIS MAN FEEL ANY PAIN?!?!? [McMannis walks up the stairs and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, pointing down at Coles below, and turning his back to him, about to make him pay for the ladder incident. He leaps, moonsault into a frog splash, barbed wire around his waist, and as he lands... "THUD!!!!" ....blood pours out of both man's bellys.] OA: OH......MY.........._GOD_!!!!! SUICIDE SPLASH WITH BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST!!! CC: HOW DID HE FIND THE STRENGTH?!!? THIS MAN ISN'T HUMAN!!! OA: MCMANNIS IS A MAN POSSESSED!!! HE'S RIPPING THE "I MADE MCMANNIS" T-SHIRT OFF OF COLES CHEST, REVEALING THE CUTS BENEATH IT'S SURFACE!!! CC: You know, McMannis destroying Coles shirt, might actually make it worth more money. McMannis just helped Coles earn a few extra bucks. [He also appears to be helping him lose his breath. He wraps the reminants of the shirt around Coles throat and begins to throttle him. Attempting to choke the life out of him. Meanwhile, Scott has risen, and approaches McMannis from behind, locking on a dragon sleeper, but McMannis doesnt' relinquish the hold on Coles, Scott clamps on tighter, attempting to rip McMannis' head off, but McMannis _refuses_ to let go of Coles.] OA: Maverick from behind!!! [Maverick kicks Scott in the back, attempting to break the hold, he isn't able to break the hold with his boots, so he grabs a chair from ringside...] "CRACK!!!!!" [...AND BRINGS THE CHAIR DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! Scott lets go of McMannis and falls to the mat. Maverick covering.] ONE! TWO! THREE!! [The ref rises, and holds up two bony fingers.] CC: SCOTT KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!! OA: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING!!! [Scott sits up slowly, Maverick, dejected, kicks him in the back of his head. McMannis meanwhile, has relinquished the choke and scooped Coles up onto his shoulders, dropping him across his knee with a gutbuster.] OA: McMannis appears to be wanting to make Coles feel the pain that his stomach must be feeling right now CC: I'll admit, he's doing a damn good job right now. [MEGA-crowd pop!] OA: LOOK WHO JUST SHOWED UP!!! IT'S ERIC TRAVERS!!! Travers, of course, lost the EWA Title to Steve Spector last night. CC: And he was none too happy about it. He's making his way down to ringside. OA: Apparently he wants to see how his friends are doing, and get a first hand look. [Travers strolls down to ringside, McMannis and Maverick look over to him for a moment, before going back to work on their opponents. Fans reach over to give Travers "five" but he ignores them, watching the match. Maverick and McMannis roll Super Cool into the ring and follow. McMannis, taking the barbed wire off his waist and wraps it around the top turnbuckle..] CC: I don't get why Travers is here. OA: He probably saw McMannis and Maverick in the back and wanted to come out to show some support. [Maverick picks up Scott and throws a right hand, blocked. Super retaliates with a hard right, he grabs Maverick by the arm, and whips him _hard_ into the back of an unexpecting McMannis, McMannis jerks backward right into a spinning heel kick from Coles. Maverick and McMannis once again hit the mat.] OA: The tide has turned once _again_ here. [Maverick rolls over, bigger than McMannis, the blow hurt him less, and he begins to rise, Scott sweeps out his legs with a spinning kick, at the same moment a thrust kick from Coles connects. Total Elimination. His head richocettes off a chair. McMannis beings to rise, only to be clotheslined outside by Coles. Coles falls over the top with him.] CC: Coles and McMannis are battling on the outside!!! Exchanging punches!!! Mav and Scott are in the ring, and they're exchanging _thunderous_ rights and lefts!!! OA: THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [All four warriors continue to tear into each other, blood and sweat flying everywhere. The crowd is on their feet] OA: After the battle we've seen, the very fact that these four men can be standing is almost ridiculous. CC: Something has to give here soon, Ambrose!!! [And it's Coles and Maverick. Maverick falls to the mat as Super levels him with a short armed clotheslines. Mav on his knees, and his face is crunched with a rising knee from Super. Meanwhile, McMannis rolls Coles into the ring, and leaps over the top ropes his body rolling across the chest of Coles.] OA: MCMANNIS IS WRAPPING THE BARBED WIRE AROUND ONE OF THE RUNGS OF THE LADDER!!! WHAT THE HELL DOES HE HAVE IN STORE FOR COLES!!! [We don't have time to find out. Coles, climbs to the second ropes and flips over the head of McMannis with a blockbuster neckbreaker. Both men are down, and Scott sees something, something horrible. Something purely evil. And if he does this, Maverick will never be the same, his eyes connect with the barbed wire wrapped ladder and then trace back over to Maverick with a crooked smile. Travers, at ringside, his eyes widen like saucers, he reaches down, fearful for the safety of his commrade and grabs a chair, he rolls into the ring, but is he in time???... "CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" "CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" "CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" ....but he was too late.] OA: GET MEDICAL HELP OUT HERE..._NOW_. SUPER SCOTT, JUST TOOK THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED LADDER, AND SHUT MAVERICK'S HEAD IN THE LADDER THREE TIMES ON THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED RUNG!!! MAVERICK IS TORN EVEN MORE OPEN!!! CC: I think we've seen the end of Maverick for awhile after that. [Replays show, Scott putting Maverick's head in the ladder, and then slamming it down, the barbed wire connecting with his head, and he did two follow-ups in quick sucession. Travers still climbing the stairs, witnessed the event and rolled into the ring. Meanwhile...McMannis has fought his way to his feet, the thunderous cheers from the crowd drawing more energy out of him, and he drops Coles with a 360 degree Doctor Bomb. Travers walks over to Scott, Super's arms raising, daring Travers to approach and McMannis approaches Travers from behind, his hand falling onto his shoulder and ... "CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" ....and the arena is silent, nobody can believe their eyes.] OA: TRAVERS JUST TURNED AND LAID OUT MCMANNIS!!! TRAVERS LAID OUT MCMANNIS!!! CC: THE TRIFECTA IS _OVER_. [Super looks at Travers, who looks almost stunned at what just happened, he turns, looking down at McMannis, not moving at all. Super drops to his knees, and Travers doesn't know how to react, or what to do, so he simply rolls out of the ring, Scott dropping down and covering Maverick. McMannis out from the chair shot, and Coles rising to his feet. The ref counts.] One! Two! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! OA: IT'S OVER!!! SUPER COOL HAVE WON!!! FRANCINE: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS Š ["Without Me" by Eminem plays.] S U P E R C O O L ! ! ! [Super Cool roll out of the ring, both men in obvious pain, their blood drying to their skin, they see Travers, who is staring ahead at his fallen comrades. Coles pauses, seeing the shreds of the "I Made McMannis" shirt, soaked in his own blood, and he reaches down and picks up the shirt. Coles and Scott, victorious, linger around ringside with their arms raised.] OA: If you look at the replay, it almost appears that Travers fired that chair shot out of instinct, when he turned, he had no idea what to expect. But this crowd is _stunned_. CC: Well...looks like we're about to find out for sure, Ambrose. [Maverick and McMannis both slowly rise, Maverick putting pressure on his head with his right hand, attempting to slow down the bleeding. His face is simply a mask of crimon. The crimson mask, is only matched by the one McMannis is wearing, his hand grabbing his ribs in pain. Travers steps into the ring and grabs a mic from Francine.] TRAVERS: [Shaking his head as he looks at McMannis] You look terrible Nate. You'd look a hell of a lot better if you'd been paying attention to your opponent and what was going on in the ring a few minutes ago. But no... Just like always, there you were grandstanding for the fans, trying to steal the spotlight... That's all you ever do!! You've been doing it for ever, and I'm sick of it!! I'm sick of you hangin' on to my co... [McMannis snatches the mic out of his hand, interrupting him.] NATE McMANNIS: Eric... I've spent the last 25 minutes or so getting my ass kicked... and, thanks to _you_, I don't get the opportunity to beat the sh*t outta 29 other guys tomorrow. But, ya see, I planned to kick a lot of ass this week... ... so yours is gonna have to do. [POP! McMannis smiles through his blood-soaked face and drops the mic, making the universal "bring it on" gesture.] OA: NATE McMANNIS! ERIC TRAVERS! THEY'RE GONNA GET IT ON RIGHT HERE! CC: THE TRIFECTA'S EXPLODING! [Maverick steps between the two men, just as they were about to tango. He picks up the mic.] MAVERICK: I'm SICK of THIS!! I'm tired of listening to the two of you go after each other. I'm tired of trying to play peacekeeper! I'm tired of the I-Slash for that matter... You know what? I'm done... I'm outta here. And not just the FU Centre, but the I-Slash too... "THUD!" [Maverick drops the mic and climbs through the ropes and walks down the aisle.] OA: MAVERICK JUST WALKED OUT OF THE TRIFECTA! HE JUST WALKED OUT OF THE I- SLASH! CC: He couldn't deal with these two anymore! The Trifecta is _dead_! [Maverick walks into the locker room, with McMannis staring over the top-rope. But behind him is Eric Travers, and he has picked up a chair from the pile of rubbage in the ring.] OA: TRAVERS HAS A CHAIR! "CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" CC: And if it wasn't dead before, it sure as Hell is now! OA: Eric Travers just DESTROYED Nate McMannis with that chair shot!!! McMannis is in a crumpled heap near the ropes! Travers is just staring down at him with a look of complete disgust on his face. What has come over Eric Travers!? CC: He's finally had enough of McMannis riding his coattails and living off his fame! That's what has come over him! OA: Travers drops the chair, and he's laying the boots to Nate McMannis!! Travers is being MERCILESS!! McMannis just went through a war with Super Cool, and now he's being beaten down by his stablemate... CC: I'd say former stablemate I think... And speaking of Super Cool... OA: SUPER COOL HAVE RE-ENTERED THE RING!! AND THEY'RE HELPING TRAVERS!! SUPER COOL AND ERIC TRAVERS ARE ANNHIALATING NATE MCMANNIS!! CC: This is GREAT!! OA: What are they doing now? Travers is on the apron, and Coles and Super Scott are lifting McMannis out onto the apron as well... Oh no, he wouldn't... CC: I think he's gonna... OA: Travers has McMannis set up on the apron! He lifts him... [SLINGSHOT...] [STUNNER ALL THE WAY FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!!] OA: EPIC ENDING FROM THE APRON ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!!! MCMANNIS' JAW MAY BE BROKEN!!!! [McMannis is on the arena floor, clutching at his jaw, writhing in pain.] CC: That was SWEET! OA: The Trifecta formed one year ago at the last Egos and Icons, and now one year later, the most devastating stable in I-Slash history has come to an end at the hands of Eric Travers!! TRAVERS JUST SPIT ON MCMANNIS!! I can't believe what we've just seen!! And now Eric Travers and Super Cool are shaking hands and leaving together. I can't believe it! [Cut backstage to a large locker room. Cooper Concrete and Razor Ron Jeremy are seated in armless wooden chairs. Both men appear to be deep in thought, almost as if they're meditating. The silence is intense. From off-camera, the door opens and closes, causing the two men to look up.] COOPER CONCRETE: Where've you been? [Into the frame walks Justin Arcola, carrying a long bundle with twine wrapped around it.] JUSTIN ARCOLA: Putting together a little insurance policy. [Arcola unravels the bundle, revealing three Louisville Sluggers. He tosses one to RRJ, another to Cooper, and grips the barrel of the third.] RRJ: Sharp. Heavy. Painful. I'll take 10. COOPER CONCRETE: You got some barbed wire to go with mine? JUSTIN ARCOLA: Look guys, I know we haven't always gotten along over the years, but each one of us shares something very important, and that's the time we've put into making this company what it is. Each one of us has sacrificed the best years of our lives for this dream that's larger than any of us. Cooper...you've been here for seven years, man. Since the beginning. You've come into work every day, knowing that you wouldn't always be the most promoted superstar or wrestling at the top of the card, but never complaining. You've been the model for everyone else in the locker room to follow. Ron...you've easily put up with more Sh*t from more people in this company than anyone should ever have to. Your bosses have pigeonholed you as a comedy act. Everyone you've ever taken under your wing has turned around and stabbed you in the back. And through it all, you've managed to be a two-time World Champion and one of the biggest draws the company's ever had. RRJ: (slamming the bat against the locker door) TOP THAT, TEMPLE!! ARCOLA: We've all paid our dues for years, building this company up from nothing into a place that provides us with a great living and a worldwide stage where we can live out a dream. But now we've come to a watershed. All the work we've done could amount to _nothing_ in the blink of an eye! COOP: BAPTIST! (SLAM!) CARTEL! (SLAM!) The dream doesn't die tonight! ARCOLA: And from who does this threat come? Not from fellow I/W alumni who've paid those same dues. Not from some competing company filled with people who've paid those same dues. It comes from _parasites_! From the remnants of a federation that couldn't compete on its own, and came here to _nest_ in the house we built, and _feed_ on its success to sustain itself! RRJ: I'LL KILL 'EM!! NOTHING BUT _MOOCHERS_!! [He blasts the locker door again with the bat.] ARCOLA: This EWA is a _cancer_, and we have been hand-picked to _exterminate_ it! It ain't gonna be easy! We're going into battle with people facing the end of their careers, and the end of their legacies! They will fight for their survival just like us. It's gonna be rough; we're gonna get hurt! There's no helping that. They won't be playing fair; they'll be playing to _win_! And we must do the same. Win by any means necessary! Be swift, sudden, and _lethal_ in your attack! Show them no mercy, for you will be shown _none_! And above all else... [Arcola twists his hands around the handle of the bat.] ...be ready for _anything_! RRJ: Be ready, gentlemen. Be ready for an all-out war. COOPER CONCRETE: This is the FINAL battle. This is THE END. TOGETHER - We Will Win! [Coop thrusts out his fist. RRJ then places his fist in the center. Then Arcola.] JUSTIN ARCOLA: Gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the fight of your lives. Let's go whip some ass! [Team I-Slash exits the room.] OA: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! A quick pep talk from Justin Arcola and team I-Slash is READY! CC: I don't know about that, Ambrose. I don't know if these three are prepared for what three men are capable of with their backs against the wall. Three men with nothing to lose. OA: But are the Cartel and Rick Baptist ready for three men with EVERYTHING to lose? Folks, this is either going to be the greatest moment in I-Slash history, or it's very last. Regardless Š enjoy it. Savor it. And tip your hats to the men willing to stand up for what's right. Let's go to the ring. ooo==================ooo==================ooo I-SLASH vs. EWA ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo RRJ, Justin Arcola, & Cooper Concrete vs. Caleb Temple, Hellshock, & Dark Destroyer ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo WINNER TAKE ALL ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! It is the WINNER TAKE ALL, I-SLASH versus EWA match! [POP!!] FRANCINE: If the I-Slash is victorious, "Slick" Rick Baptist must LEAVE! NEVER again will the Extreme Wrestling Association emerge in the I-Slash! [POP!!!!] FRANCINE: If the EWA is victorious, the I-Slash will cease to exist! All contracts will be transfered to Rick Baptist! All titles will become property of the EWA and the company will be relocated to Anaheim, California! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" FRANCINE: Introducing first ... ["Jump in the Fire" by Metallica shreds over the PA.] FRANCINE: ... accompanied to the ring by "Slick" Rick Baptist ... tipping the scales at a combined weight of 535 pounds ... H E L L S H O C K ! ! ! and T H E D A R K D E S T R O Y E R ! ! ! [Dark D and Shock are lead down the ramp by Rick Baptist. The two lumber unflinching through oncoming debris and the decisively pro-I-Slash sentiments. Both men simultaneously step over the top rope as Baptist remains on the outside.] FRANCINE: Their partner ... [The lights go down, and the arena falls into total darkness. As thunder erupts from the PA and lightning splits the black of the I-Sore, the chiming guitar intro to Slayer's "South of Heaven" blasts out. The death-rattle drums kick in, and then the guttural voice of Tom Araya.] FRANCINE: ... accompanied by his wife, Veronica ... hailing from Trinity, South Carolina ... standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 250 pounds ... # An unforseen future nestles somewhere in time # # Unsuspecting victims, no warning, no sign # [A single white light shoots out from the entrance and spreads slowly.] C A L E B T E M P L E ! ! ! # Judgement day, the second coming arrives... # # Before you see the light, you must DIEEEEE! # [A figure steps into the light, and is silhouetted as the crowd erupts. He begins to walk slowly towards the ring. The figure... is Caleb Temple. He is wearing black tights and boots, and his dark, stringy hair hangs in damp straggles over a pale face devoid of any emotion. His body is a mass of scar tissue and tattoos. Around his neck hangs a bleached white finger bone on a black bootlace. His boots have three silver buckles, and he is wearing fingerless black gloves. He stops forward and another figure emerges in the light. A woman, short and slight in stature, with dark red corkscrew curls. She is, of course, Veronica.] "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: IT'S UNANIMOUS! PHILADELPHIA IS I-SLASH COUNTRY! FRANCINE: Their opponents ... ["Another One Bites The Dust" by QUEEN begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd CHEERS!] FRANCINE: ... accompanied by Kelly James ... from Boston, Massachusetts ... standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 285 pounds ... C O O P E R C O N C R E T E ! ! ! [The I-Sore comes to life and flashes of numbers fill the screen... 1...... 2...... 3....... B...... GREATER GOOD....A closeup of Coop's face is seen, a determined look on his face, plus a sneer...Highlights of Cooper versus Nate McMannis, Johnny "Cool" Coles, Justin Arcola, Eric Travers, Vile Vince Viper, Rally Jackson, Maverick, and Razor Ron Jeremy fill the screen.] [Cooper and Kelly walk through the curtains - he has a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. He stands at the top of the ramp and raises his bat and the historical couple flash the 3:B signal high in the air. Three explosions of pyrotechnics fill the air as they simultaneously bang with the bass beat of the entrance.] BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! #ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST# [The Man With The Plan wears blue-tinted shades, a black "COOP 3:B" T-shirt, bluejeans, workboots, and workgloves. Cooper walks down the ramp and smiles at the fans who are cheering and booing the I-Slash legend. Kelly, who has her hair tied back in a ponytail,wearing a white business suit, witha revealing blouse, slaps hands with some fans. Cooper's eyes remain fixed on the ring. Cooper steps up the steel staircase, holds the ropes open for Kelly James and they enter the ring, where spinning lights of "3:B" circle the ring and arena. The music dies down and Kelly removes Cooper's shades, exits the ring and gives them to a fan in the audience. Coop places his bat in a corner and is ready for combat.] FRANCINE: His partner ... BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [5 bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [6 more bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM!!! [A little drums...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [Little more drums and then...] !#*&BLAM!!&*#! !#*&BLAM!!&*#! !#*&BLAM!!&*#! ~~~KA-BOOM!!!!!!!!~~ [Fireworks explode from the entranceway as the lyrics to "Date Rape" by Sublime begin; the crowd goes berzerk!!] FRANCINE: ... accompanied to the ring by Chris Jurkschat ... hailing From Beverly Hills, California Š standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 281 pounds ... T H E D O U B L E - R J A Y R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [The Afro, and Chris Jurkschat, lead Razor Ron Jeremy onto the entranceway as he throws his fists in the air and dances down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska down to ringside. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants, homemade tie-dye T-shirt, brown fishing vest, white amateur wrestling shoes, black kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Ron's gotta have his Pops," "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "RRJ stole my nachos" signs, as well as some with detailed elaborate color drawings of RRJ that some loser fan spent hours working on. He pantomimes the lyrics of his theme song as he dances to the ring, and some of the fans follow along with drinking motions and driving away someplace real far.] [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside and pulls Bootie out from under the ring. For the fans amusement, and possible use for later, he sticks it onto the turnbuckle.] FRANCINE: And finally ... # YOU SNAP YOUR FINGERS # # WE SNAP YOUR NECK!!! # [POP!] [The opening drum and bass beat of Prong's "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" bring the asses out of the seats and the bodies flooding towards the entranceway.] FRANCINE: ... accompanied to the ring by I-Slash President, Brian Nelson ... hailing from Rochester, New York Š standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 252 pounds ... he is the "PRIDE OF THE I-SLASH" ... J U S T I N A R C O L A ! ! ! # Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now formed # # Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds # # For the trials of today I'm no jury really don't care how you feel # # The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers # [Suddenly, a floodlight comes up on the entranceway as the rest of the arena dims to blackness and the crowd EXPLODES! From behind the curtain steps Justin Arcola, clad in loose-fitting black jeans, leather studded belt, and black combat boots. He stands at the center of the entranceway with his head titlted downward and his arms out at his sides, casting an eerie shadow in the white floodlight as the guitars crash throughout the arena.] # YOU WANT THE GOOD LIFE # # YOU BREAK YOUR BACK # # YOU SNAP YOUR FINGERS # # WE SNAP YOUR NECK!!! # [Arcola thrusts his head and arms in the air, casting his face in the light for the first time. A thin amount of facial hair accentuates his long crewcut. Arcola snaps his arms back down and marches towards the ring. Brian Nelson then emerges from beneath the I-Sore, following him down the aisle. The fans in attendance give Arcola a respectful standing ovation, but he is undettered. He climbs up onto the apron and turns back to the crowd before stepping in through the ropes. Arcola stands in the center of the ring as the spotlight continues to illuminate his body. He thrusts his arms high in the air again and a sea of flashbulbs erupts! Simultaneously, the lights come back up to their full level. Arcola paces near the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.] OA: Would you get a look at this collection of superstars and legends in that ring? The Cartel, all former EWA Heavyweight Champions. Team I-Slash, all former IWF/WOW World Champions. Six cornerstones of this industry's history swept up in a struggle for it's future. CC: I think the one safe bet in this match is that three of these men won't have a job, at least with this company whatever it may be, after tonight. It's not one of the stipulations but, in my opinion, it just goes without saying. OA: I can't think of a viable argument against that train of thought. I can't imagine Nelson or Jurkschat wanting to continue stuffing money in the pockets of the men who tried to take all this away from them. CC: And if Baptist wins, do you see him employing the three men who tried to stand in his way of TAKING all this away from Nelson and Jurkschat? OA: Not a chance. [Both teams exhibit a firm balance of unity at the outset. Arcola remains in the ring, high-fiving RRJ and Coop as they climb to the apron. Dark D and Hellshock, across the ring, brush Temple's chest with a couple of supportive slaps. He turns, instantly making direct eye contact with Justin Arcola.] [POP!!] OA: Arcola and Temple gonna start us off! This is a DREAM match, Cordell. CC: As cliche` as this sounds, it's going to quickly mutate into a nightmare. DING! DING! OA: The future of the I-Slash, ready to be settled! The First Union Center on the edge of their seats! [A brief panoramic view shows Nelson, Jurkschat, and Kelly James side-by-side in Team I-Slash's corner. Rick Baptist, leaning forward with crossed arms on the apron in the Cartel's corner. Arcola and Temple cross the ring, coming nose to nose as referee Miguel Hernandez let's them know what's expected of them. His voice is carried through his mic'd collar.] HERNANDEZ: "Both of you and your teammates know what's at stake here! I'm going to be fairly lenient, but any outside interference and I ring that damn bell! I don't want ANY-- OOF!" [POP!!!] OA: ARCOLA SHOVING HERNANDEZ ASIDE, AND _BLASTING_ TEMPLE RIGHT IN THE KISSER! [Temple cups his jaw, turning his back to Arcola and stumbles toward the ropes. Arcola stalks him calmly, but a storm is brewing inside.] OA: Forearms to the back! Arcola CLUBBING Temple's shoulderblades! And an inverted facelock! "UUUUWWWWAAAAHHH!!" OA: Reverse DDT to the knee! ARCOLA COVERS! One! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Hellshock in to break it up! BUT HERE COMES RRJ! CC: He's limping, Owen! Temple may have reaggrevated his leg injury on Graphic Nature that nearly ended his career permanently! [Ron hobbles in quickly, popping the crowd with a clothesline that takes Hellshock over the top rope.] OA: Shock atones for his interference! CC: Watch out! Dark D's in! "FWAP!!" OA: STURDY BOOT TO THE FACE! [RRJ hits the canvas and rolls to the outside. Arcola remains on his knees, dropping bombs on Temple with a handful of hair.] CC: COOP'S SEEN ENOUGH ALREADY! [Concrete amazingly, for a man of his size, slingshots over the top rope and makes a bull rush for Dark D.] "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: COOPER CONCRETE DAMN NEAR SACKING THE DARK DESTROYER BACK TO NINETEEN NINETY-SIX!! [Both men tumble through the ropes and to the floor. With the ring cleared, Arcola picks Temple up and whips him into the corner. Caleb leaps onto the second turnbuckle and revolves in mid-air, wrapping his legs around Arcola's neck.] CC: WHAT THE-- OA: CYCLONE HURRICANRANA!! [Flying out of Temple's legs, Arcola performs a complete somersault and lands flat on his back. Meanwhile, the other four have reluctantly moved to their rightful corners at the behest of their corner men.] CC: Some order restored, for now. OA: Temple into the ropes ... [He tucks and rolls, springing off his feet and performing a follow-up somersault.] "UUUUUWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!" OA: ROLLING THUNDER DOUBLE KNEE-DROP!! He may have knocked the wind out of Arcola! There's the cover! One! [POP!!!] OA: And this time it's RRJ, with an elbow drop, that breaks up the pinfall! CC: I think Team I-Slash is sending a message to the Cartel right here. We're fighting for our livlihood here, so we're going to sink just as low as you will! OA: God bless 'em! If there's a time to slide on your belly, it's right now! CC: You're really reaching for those metaphores, dude. OA: Temple now with a leaping elbow, straight to the breadbasket! AND NOW HE'S BITING ARCOLA, RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE! STEP IN, REF! [Arcola's legs flail wildy as Temple's hunger overcomes him. The "root of all evil" draws back, a slim trace of blood dripping off his bottom lip while Arcola grabs his nose.] CC: Meat and potatoes, baby! Spit out those boogers! OA: Your mind is about at twisted as his actions. He hoists Arcola, the skin now broken on the bridge of his nose, into a fireman's carry. "BOOM!!" [Arcola bellows, and it's loud enough to carry over the airwaves.] "UUUUUUWWWWWWAAAAHHHHH!!!" OA: THAT, fans, is a gutbuster! And Team I-Slash is in trouble! [Temple drags his victim by the wrist to the Cartel's corner. He verbally berates Arcola while making the tag to the Dark Destroyer.] OA: Tag to the five time former EWA Heavyweight Champion, and the big man's heading to the third floor! CC: It was never too often you'd see Dark D take a risk like this, but then you think about what hangs in the balance tonight! [Temple tucks both of Arcola's shins into his armpits, preventing an escape.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!!" "UUUUWWWWAAAAAHHHH!!!" OA: THE DARK ONE COMING DOWN _HARD_ WITH A SPLASH!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!! ONE! [RRJ again rumbles across the ring with a hitch in his step, only to meet a diving clothesline from Temple.] TWO! [But it was a diversion! Here comes Coop!] [POP!!!] OA: COOP WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE, AND THE POSSIBLE SAVE! Hellshock in! Seeing and BURNING red! Big knee to the mid-section, and he tosses Coop over the top! [Shock and Temple bring RRJ to his feet and snap off a double russian legsweep!] CC: Look at the teamwork being exhibited by both teams, like two well oiled machines! OA: All three men putting the shoes to Arcola now! Galloping all over him! [Temple and Shock set him up for a double backdrop as Dark D procures an inverted facelock.] "BOOM!!" OA: Assisted inverted DDT! Double D with another cover! Looking to end this fast! ONE! TWO! [POP!!!] [Suddenly, Dark D's gone.] OA: WHAT THE-- CC: Coop just yanked Dark D under the bottom rope! OA: And we have a slugfest on the outside! Dark Destroyer and Cooper Concrete engaging in a clash of the titans! CC: Hernandez isn't even applying a ten count! OA: You heard him at the beginning. No outside interference, but he's letting a little slide tonight. "CLANG!!" OA: Dark D samples the railing! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!" CC: HELLSHOCK JUST GORILLA PRESSESED TEMPLE OVER THE TOP!! OA: AND INTO COOPER CONCRETE!! IT'S A TANGLED WEB OF CARNAGE OUT THERE!! [Hellshock is suddenly ambushed from behind by a flying knee to the small of the back.] OA: RRJ back to his feet, and he sends a knee straight through Hellshock! Give it to that man! He's out here with a bum wheel and still exerting one hundred percent! [He drapes Hellshock's sternum across the middle rope and runs as best he can to the other side.] OA: Ron off the ropes! [He leaps over Shock's back, coming down on the back of his head with his good knee.] OA: In the blink of an eye the tide has turned! We have a barn burner right here in the First Union Center! [Dark D reaches in under the bottom rope, grabbing RRJ by the ankles and pulling the earth out from beneath him. Ron hits his back before getting yanked to the outside.] OA: Now Ron Jeremy gets swept into the furnace! Dark D with a military press! That's two hundred and eighty pounds he's pressing overhead with EASE! [He rotates.] "BONG!!" "UUUUUUWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: DEAR GOD!! CC: HE DROPPED RRJ'S _ENTIRE BLUBBERY BODY_ ON THE RING STAIRS!! LOOK AT THE RIPPLES IN HIS FLESH! OA: Oh cut it out! Wait a minute, JUSTIN ARCOLA'S UP! [He weakly pulls Hellshock off the middle rope, applying a katehajime.] CC: You know what he's setting him up for! [The crowd buzzes.] OA: WE _ALL_ KNOW WHAT'S COMING! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!!] OA: KATEHAJIME SUPLEX!! KATEHAJIME SUPLEX!! [Arcola covers Hellshock, grapevining the inside leg with both arms.] OA: He's got Hellshock pinned! CC: Hellshock isn't the legal man, Ambrose! OA: I REALIZE THAT! [Arcola looks around for a count, having Hellshock covered for what feels like an eternity, but Hernandez can't do nuttin' for a brotha.] OA: Arcola's SCREAMING at Hernandez to make the count! I don't think Justin knows or even cares who the legal man is! [Dark D lumbers into the ring and walks calmly toward the futile cover.] CC: THERE'S your problem, Justin! [He reaches down, applying a two handed choke on Arcola from behind and lifting him off Hellshock.] OA: This-- "UUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" OA: ARCOLA WITH A MULE KICK!! [In one fluid motion he whirls around, front facelocking Dark D.] "BOOM!!" OA: DDT!! AND THERE'S A COVER ON THE RIGHT MAN! ONE!! TWO!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!" OA: DARK D KICKS OUT! CC: The FIRST unassisted kickout of the match! [Arcola nudges Hellshock off the apron with a nonchalant kick, then turns his attention back to the matter at hand.] OA: Hellshock out of the way now. Arcola brings the big six-eighter to his feet. CC: I'm not sure that's where he wants him. OA: Irish whip! [As Dark D meets the ropes, RRJ whirls around in an amazing burst of energy with the top layer of the stairs in hand.] "BONG!!!!" [POP!!!!] OA: GOOD GOD!! RON MAY HAVE BROKEN THE DARK DESTROYER'S BACK!! [Dark D hits his knees, one hand pressed to his back.] OA: Arcola follows up with a dropkick to the face! CC: Hernandez is sending everyone back to their corner. Hellshock's not responding though. That dude is sniffing concrete! OA: Arcola with an irish whip. THESZ PRESS ON DARK D! [POP!!!] OA: HE'S STILL ON HIM! DRILLING HIM WITH RIGHTS! [Arcola jumps up with a spring in his step to a roar from the crowd and DIVES into Team I-Slash's corner.] [HOT TAG!!!] OA: TAG TO RAZOR RON JEREMY!! Here he comes with a head of steam! Into the Cartel's corner! [POP!!!] OA: AND HE SENDS TEMPLE TO THE FLOOR! Limping toward the Destroyer, and he delivers a BIG legdrop! [RRJ comes to his feet, still in quite a bit of pain from his reaggrevated knee injury, and hooks Dark D by the shins.] OA: Slingshot into the corner of Team I-Slash! [Arcola and Concrete both reach out, grabbing Dark D by the back of his head and adding extra impact by slamming his face into the top turnbuckle as he comes down.] [POP!!!] OA: Are these three on the same page or what!? CC: You better just hope this page isn't in the final chapter of the I-Slash! [Dark D slumps over the top turnbuckle. RRJ creeps up behind, grabbing Destroyer by the wrist and threading it through his legs. He rotates as he brings him over his shoulder.] "BOOM!!" OA: Pumphandle slam! RRJ with the cover! ONE! TWO! OA: NO!! Again the Dark Destroyer keeps Rick Baptist's dream alive! CC: This plan of Baptist's has been so well orchestrated, so finely tuned, that you have to wonder if this was in the works from the beginning. From the moment he turned the EWA Heavyweight Championship over the Brian Nelson! OA: With a devious mind like his, you have to almost assume that's the case. RRJ scoops the Destroyer up, hanging him from the corner like a slab of beef! [Ron hobbles into the opposite corner and comes sprinting back.] "UUUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: TREE OF WOE CONNECTS! [Dark D oozes off the turnbuckles and into a crumpled heap. RRJ pulls him up, dragging him to the center of the ring, and laces both arms behind his back.] "BOOM!!" CC: DOUBLE ARM DDT! OA: AND THERE'S ANOTHER COVER! ONE!! TWO!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!" OA: HELLSHOCK DIVES IN FOR THE SAVE! [Hernandez orders Arcola and Coop, who have stepped through the ropes, to remain on the apron before escoring Hellshock to the Cartel's corner.] CC: This match isn't going to end while all six men are still standing, Ambrose! There are going to HAVE to be casualties! OA: Ron brings Dark D back to his-- "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: LOW BLOW BY THE DESTROYER! [Dark D quickly rises, almost stumbling, and applies a front face lock while grabbing the waist of RRJ's sweatpants. He jerks his feet off the canvas and jumps back.] "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: ___ FLATLINER ___!! FLATLINER DDT!! OA: IS THIS _IT_!? IS THE I-SLASH DOO-- [POP!!!] OA: YEAH!! COOPER CONCRETE ATTACKS BEFORE A COVER CAN EVEN BE MADE!! CC: Team I-Slash are NOT playing like good sports tonight! I may start to LIKE these guys! [Hernandez, again, brings Coop back to the corner. As he does, Temple sneaks in and pulls Dark D into the Cartel's corner.] CC: There you go! OA: Temple used Coop's distraction to put the Dark Destroyer in a position to make the tag! [BAH!] OA: AND HE DOES! HELLSHOCK PUNCHES THE CLOCK! CC: Razor Ron is easy pickings now! OA: Hellshock scoops him up, over the shoulder! "BOOM!!" OA: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Shock inflicting IMMEDIATE damage! CC: All well and good, but they need to be homing in that tender knee of RRJ. That's their shortest path to victory. OA: And Shock off the ropes, connecting with a HUGE knee-drop across the skull! The cover! THIS IS IT! ONE!! TWO!! [POP!!!] OA: SHOULDER UP!! SHOULDER UP!! [Nelson, Jurkschat, and Kelly James all breathe a sigh of relief.] CC: You nearly lost your job, Ambrose! OA: I might have, but until then, I still have a job to DO and that's exactly what I plan to continue doing! Shock yanks RRJ to his feet. Side waistlock, and a gutwrench powerbomb! [Hellshock looks to his teammates, the cross embedded in his forehead gleaming a dark red.] OA: I don't like the look being exchanged between those three. CC: I think he's telepathically asking them where they want to eat after the show. These guys have magical powers, you know. The dark red indicates that Hellshock's hungry for Big Boy. OA: Hahaha ... my word. If only that's what it was. [Shock fires RRJ into Cartel territory, then turns and SLAMS Arcola with a right to the jaw! A scuffle ensues which draws the attention of referee Hernandez.] OA: Now what's the meaning of THAT!? [As Hernandez is tending to the matter, Dark D steps around the ring post so that he and Temple are on the same apron. Both men throw an arm of RRJ around their necks.] OA: WAIT A MINUTE! DON'T DO THAT! DON'T! [They raise RRJ up horizontally, dropping him carelessly over their shoulders.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "THUD!!!" "UUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: DOUBLE SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR!!! [Temple, without hesitation or remorse, pounces onto the second rope and performs a backflip.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" CC: ASAI MOONSAULT!!! OA: MY GOD!! RRJ'S BEEN DESTROYED!! [Dark D hops down as Hellshock continues to antagonize Coop and Arcola, thus diverting the ref's attention even longer. This gives Dark D time to fish over the railing and wrangle a chair from under an innocent spectator.] CC: Destroyer's got artillery! [Temple climbs back to the apron and moves toward the furthest post.] OA: He lays it across RRJ's face! He's holding it there! [Temple blazes a path across the apron, diving carelessly off at the mid-way point.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CLANG!!!" [HOLY SHIT POP!!!!] OA: TEMPLE WITH A SENTON BOMB!!! [He rolls off of RRJ and rests against the fence, clutching the back of his head. Dark D peels RRJ off the mat and rolls him back into the ring. Hellshock abandons the distraction he's caused, pulling RRJ away from the ropes and making the cover.] CC: THIS IS IT! IT'S OVER! SEE YOU FOLKS IN ANAHEIM! ONE!! TWO!! THRE-- [POP!!!!] OA: ARCOLA!! [He pulls Hellshock off by both legs, then hooks them sternly.] "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: WHEEL BARROW SUPLEX!! CC: Alright! Hernandez needs to start taking the bull by the horns! This match will NEVER end if this keeps up! [Hellshock and RRJ both lie motionless on the mat as Arcola returns to the apron. A frustrated Hernandez administers the ten count.] "ONE!" "TWO!" CC: What if it ends like THIS, Ambrose!? What if NEITHER team wins and the I- Slash and EWA are FORCED to co-exist! OA: God help us. "THREE!" "FOUR!" [Coop and Arcola begin a chant that quickly catches on as they shake their fists in the air.] "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "FIVE!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" OA: LISTEN TO THIS CHORUS, CORDELL! LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE RALLY BEHIND THE FRANCHISE! "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "SIX!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "SEVEN!" [Hellshock, perhaps drawing off his hatred for the sound in his ears, rolls to his stomach and presses his palms to the canvas.] CC: Hellshock's stewing! "EIGHT!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" [He finally comes to one knee, balancing himself with one hand.] OA: The count has stopped, but the people haven't! "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" OA: MY GOD IT IS DEAFENING!! [Hellshock's cross turns pitch black as he comes to his feet. Rather than capitalize on RRJ in his catatonic state, he steps over his body en route to make a tag.] [POP!!!] OA: WAIT! RON ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! OA: HEGOTHIM, NOHEDIDN'T!! Hernandez showing TWO and my GOD that was close! CC: You gonna be okay, bro? Want a soda or something? [Both come to their feet at nearly the same pace. Hellshock takes an errant swing, whirling him around so that his back is to RRJ, who locks Shock's arms behind his head.] "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: REVERSE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!! MAKE THE TAG, RON!! MAKE THE TAG!! [He crawls over Hellshock's body in the direction of the Team I-Slash corner. Both Coop and Arcola lean as far as their body's will allow over the top rope, offering their hands.] "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" "R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!! R-R-J!!!!!" OA: DIG DOWN, OLD BOY!! FIND THAT FIRE!! [His fingers wiggle JUST beyond those of Cooper Concrete's.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" CC: HERE COME TEMPLE AND DARK D TO STOP HIM!! [HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYUGE POP!!!!!!!!] OA: TAG TO COOP!!!! TAG TO COOP!!!! [The former construction worker EXPLODES onto the scene, dropping Temple and Dark D with simultaneous clotheslines. Kelly James nearly creams herself watching her man regulate.] OA: DOWN GO TEMPLE AND DARK D! [The complex is RUMBLING! He brings Temple and Double D to their feet, slamming their heads ruthlessly together.] OA: AND THERE'S A MEETING OF THE MINDS! [Coop doesn't release them, instead running them both toward the ropes and hurling them over the top. He turns back to the ring, looks to the crowd, and points to Hellshock.] [EAT HIM ALIVE!!!!!] CC: I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS KIND OF RAGE FROM COOP! SOMETHING'S GOTTEN INTO THIS MAN! SOMETHING'S TAKEN OVER! OA: IT'S CALLED _PRIDE_, CORDELL! IT'S CALLED PASSION! IT'S CALLED DEVOTION! SOMETHING RICK BAPTIST AND THE CARTEL HAVE ALL BACKWARDS! [Coop grabs Hellshock around the neck. He aims a thumb to the roof ... ... and turns it down.] "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!] OA: ___ CEMENT MIXER ___ !!! IT'S ALL OVER!!! [The crowd counts along with Hernandez.] "ONE!!!!" "TWO!!!!" "THREE!!!!!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" OA: WHAT!? THAT BASTARD!! THAT SON OF A _BITCH_, RICK BAPTIST JUST PULLED HERNANDEZ OUT OF THE RING!! [Baptist stares at Hernandez as if he just realized what he's done, risking disqualification. Then, with nothing to lose.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: HE CLOTHESLINED HIM!! THAT LITTLE RAT JUST CLOTHESLINED MIGUEL HERNANDEZ, A LICENSED OFFICIAL!! [Baptist comes back to his feet, running his hand nervously through his hair.] [POP!!!] OA: THERE GO NELSON AND JURKSCHAT!! THEY'RE COMING FOR BAPTIST!! [Baptist's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. He breaks for the aisle.] OA: HE'S RUNNING! LIKE A SCALDED DOG, BAPTIST IS TUCKING HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND TRYING TO SAVE HIS OWN HIDE!! [GET!!!!!] [THE!!!!!] [FUCK!!!!!] [UP!!!!!] OA: OH-MY-GOD!!! [Suddenly, Baptist is stopped dead in his tracks.] [There's no way out.] [Here's a man with nowhere to go ... ... but down.] OA: THE THREE TIME FORMER I-SLASH CHAMPION!!! THE OZARK BEAST, "SERIAL THRILLER" BILLY ROCK, IS STANDING BETWEEN RICK BAPTIST AND FREEDOM!!! [Nelson and Jurkschat slow to a confident stride as Baptist weighs his options.] CC: LOOK AT HIM! THE MAN IS TERRIFIED! [It doesn't end there.] [_THIS_ ... _CROWD_ ... _EXPLODES_!!!!!] OA: HALLELUJAH!!! HALLELUJAH!!! THE CALVALRY IS _HERE_!!! [Emerging from the portal, face smothered in drying blood, Nate McMannis hobbles down the ramp to Billy's side. The two exchange a glance ... ... and nod. Just like that, a friendship is renewed.] OA: I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE IT!! BILLY ROCK AND NATE McMANNIS, STANDING SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN, FOR THE SAKE OF THE I-SLASH!! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] CC: JESUS, WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE!?! OA: THIS IS UNITY!! THIS IS THE I-SLASH, BY GOD!! WE AREN'T GOING DOWN WITHOUT A DAMN FIGHT!! [They come pouring out.] OA: THERE'S MATTHEW REASON!! [He stands on the other side of Rock.] OA: GUNNAR GAINES! DAVE PIETKA! ECHO DARE! STEVE SPECTOR! TREVOR STORM! MACK ENSASSEROL! HADES! CHAD ALLEN! INFINTE JUSTICE! TRACE MICHAELS! ROB MAGNUM! CC: It's like watching a bunch of clowns come out of a tiny car! [It gets better.] OA: THERE'S RALLY JACKSON! ERIC TRAVERS! JOHNNY COLES! SUPER SCOTT! TRIPP SHADE! SEX APPEAL! THE KILLING MACHINES! VILE VINCE VIPER! DAMN NEAR THE ENTIRE ROSTER IS PREVENTING RICK BAPTIST FROM BUDGING! THE MAN IS PETRIFIED! [For one night, one moment in time, every man on the roster, in the building and able to walk, shoves his differences with anyone else aside in the name of survival. In the name of respect.] "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!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: THEY'VE GOT HIM!! NELSON AND JURKSCHAT HAVE RICK BAPTIST DETAINED!! [The current and former I-Slash president increase the speed as the run Baptist back toward the ring. Cooper Concrete salivates as they hurl Baptist in under the bottom rope.] OA: OH MY GOD, THEY'VE THROWN HIM IN THERE WITH COOP!! [Arcola, and even the wary RRJ, climb in. Baptist stands, slowly turning around with his eyes shut tight, knowing what waits beyond his eyelids.] [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: OH YEAH!!! [Coop lashes out, grabbing Baptist around the collar. His eyes pop open.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOOOOOM!!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!!] OA: CEMENT MIXER ON BAPTIST!!!! [Dark D and Temple struggle to regain their bearings on the outside. Hellshock is still unconscious from Coop's the Cement Mixer he took.] CC: You think Baptist would hold it against me if I got excited about this? OA: IF THERE'S A HEART IN YOUR BODY, LET IT SHOW _NOW_, CRANE! [Arcola sneers as he pulls Baptist off his face by the collar of his jacket. He locks his arms behind his back, head stuffed between his thighs. Arcola looks to both sides of the arena, then turns Baptist toward the section behind him.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOOOOOM!!!!" [ANOTHER FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: ARCOLA DRIVER!!! YES!! YES!! YES!! OA: ADDA BOY!! [RRJ retrieves Bootie from the ring post to an ENORMOUS POP!!!] OA: HERE COMES THE CHERRY ON TOP!! [By now every man that emerged from the back now crowds the aisle, just a few feet away from the ring. No one gets out alive. RRJ parades Bootie around the ring, getting the crowd even more jazzed, and then hobbles into the ropes. He leaps over Baptist's body, rebounding off the opposite side and ... ] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!" [HE'S GOTTA HAVE HIS FINISHER POPS!!!!!] OA: BOOTIE CALL!!! BOOTIE CALL!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [Arcola pulls Baptist's limp, worthless hide off the mat and presses him overhead.] [WE'RE OUTTA BREATH POP!!!!] OA: ARCOLA HURLS BAPTIST AT THE FEET OF THE I-SLASH!! [The crowd parts as McMannis, Rock, Gaines, and Reason all pick up Baptist and hurl him through the path the rest have made. The gap closes again, preventing Baptist from getting anywhere near the ring again, should he even wake up.] CC: The I-Slash just busted a nut ALL OVER Baptist! "BANG!!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: DARK DESTROYER AND TEMPLE ARE BACK IN, AND TEMPLE JUST _OBLITERATED_ COOPER CONCRETE WITH A CHAIR!! [Arcola whirls around. Seeing his teammate brought down, he fearlessly steams toward Temple, who holds the chair in front of himself as a shield.] OA: THERE GOES ARCOLA!! "UUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" CC: HELLSHOCK CUT HIM OFF WITH A SPEAR OF HIS OWN!! [POP!!!] OA: RRJ TAKES DARK D BACK OVER THE TOP WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! [Arcola and Hellshock fight like two rabid dogs, on their backs near the ropes.] OA: TEMPLE TAKES A SWING AT RON! [RELIEF POP!!!] OA: HE DUCKS!!! [Ron wraps his arms around Temple's head from behind in a sleeper, then yanks back, falling forward as Temple's head cracks off the mat. Dark D, having landed on his feet after the clothesline, digs beneath ring apron and pulls out a table. With no time to waste he sets it on the apron and pushes the flat side up against the ropes.] CC: Dark D's pulling out the timber! [Noticing what everyone else does, RRJ limps into the ropes and runs back on a direct path with the table.] "THUNK!!!!" [POP!!!!!] OA: DROPKICK TO THE TABLE!! [Dark D is repelled back into the face, his face now lacerated. RRJ climbs out of the ring and picks up the table.] "THUNK!!!!" "CHING!!" "UUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: RON JUST _HURLED_ THE TABLE AT DARK D!! [He picks the table back up and this time slides it into the ring.] CC: Looks like RRJ's got plans for that table, and they don't include a candle light dinner! OA: He's setting it up in the center of the ring! [With the construction work done, RRJ picks Temple up and brings him to the corner. He applies a full nelson and steps onto the second turnbuckle behind him.] OA: HERE COMES THE ... [Ron flips over Temple's back, driving him face first into the canvas with an unprettier type maneuver.] "BOOM!!!!!" [MARQUEE MOVE POP!!!!!] OA: ... THE HEDGEHOG!!! [Instantly he pulls Temple up and rolls his dead weight onto the table.] CC: RON'S LOST HIS MIND, PEOPLE! HE'S GOING TO THE TOP ROPE!F OA: WATCH OUT! DARK D BACK ON THE APRON! "THUD!!!!" [POP!!!! POP!!!!] OA: BUT COOPER CONCRETE, AT THE BUZZER, CLOTHESLINING HIM BACK TO GROUND ZERO!! [RRJ balances himself on the top rope.] CC: Look, Ambrose! Look at Hellshock! He's got Arcola in the Hellfire Claw, sans-Hellfire! "UUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: LOW BLOW BY ARCOLA!! [With cat-like speed he locks Hellshock's arms behind his back.] "BOOOOOM!!!!" [PERFECTLY TIMED FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: ARCOLA DRIVERRRRRRRR!!! OA: RAZOR RON'S READY TO SOAR!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!" "BAAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!" OA: ___ SHOOTING RON PRESS ___ !!!! HE GOT _ALL_ OF IT!! "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!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" [Nelson and Jurkschat pick Hernandez, still woozy from the clothesline, off the floor and shake him around a bit before rolling him back into the ring. He lifts his heavy head just enough to see RRJ just barely on top of Temple in a pile of rubble.] NELSON: "COUNT, DAMMIT!! COUNT!!" [Hernandez crawls as he makes a looooooong ... slooooooooow count. And the crowd knows this tune.] "OOOOOOONNNNNNNE!!!!!" "TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "TTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" [GLASS SHATTERING P-O-MUDDAFUGGIN-P!!!!!] DING! DING! DING! OA: THEY'VE DONE IT!!! THEY'VE DONE IT!!! THE I-SLASH LIVES!!! [Everyone in the aisle immediately piles into the ring. Kelly James reaches under the ring and pulls out a pole, which she brings into the ring and holds into the air, waving around. The I-Slash flag flying proudly and triumphantly.] CC: Damn ... dude ... I'm speechless. OA: LOOK AT THAT SIGHT!! THE RING _FILLED_ WITH I-SLASH!! THANK YOU, RAZOR RON JEREMY! THANK YOU, COOPER CONCRETE! THANK YOU, JUSTIN ARCOLA! FRANCINE: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS Š C O O P E R C O N C R E T E ! ! ! R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! and J U S T I N A R C O L A ! ! ! T E A M I - S L A S H ! ! ! [The herd of I-Slash superstars hoist Arcola, Concrete, and RRJ onto their shoulders.] [APPRECIATION POP!!!!!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: LET'S GO, CORDELL! CC: Lead the way! [The sound of Owen and Cordell's headsets hitting the table are heard, and the next thing we know, the broadcasters squeeze into the ring.] [We cut to several different shots.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [Justin Arcola on the shoulders of Billy Rock and Nate McMannis, saluting 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!!!!!" [Brian Nelson and Chris Jurkschat smiling, shaking hands. Francine hugging both of them.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [Cooper Concrete on the shoulders of Hades and Eric Travers. Kelly James passes him the flag, which he waves proudly above.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [Razor Ron Jeremy on the shoulders of Gunnar Gaines and Matthew Reason, pulling off his shoulder and waving it around.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "KABOOM!!!!" "BOOM!!!!" "BOOM!!!!" "KABOOM!!!!" [Silver and gold fireworks explode overhead. The embers drifting down over the celebration.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [The I-Slash has survived. There's still breath in these lungs. Look around you. An entire society banding together. Peace reigns in the valley, at least for one night. And one thing is certain in the minds and hearts of all in attendence and those watching at home.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [We aren't going anywhere.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [The I-Slash is here to stay.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" [And we're here to rule.] ______ __ __ ____ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ _`\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \_\_\ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\/ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ Ozark Productions (c) --- End forwarded message ---