[TV14 DSLV] [On the outskirts of the arena, in the parking lot, Justin Arcola carries his gym bag toward the garage. Anthony Edwards makes his way toward him with a microphone.] AE: Justin! Justin, if I may have a word! [Arcola stops, somewhat agitated, but willing to share some time.] AE: Last night you, Cooper Concrete, and Razor Ron Jeremy brought the entire I- Slash together. You three are the reason we're still- LOOGOUT!! [Arcola can't even turn before he's blindsided by a tall, brawny shadow, knocking him to his hands and knees.] AE: WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS!? [The figure whips a swift, black boot into Arcola's ribs.] ARCOLA: "OOOF!" AE: WHO- YOU! __YOU__! [We haven't even seen the attacker's face. He picks Arcola up with a vice grip around his head, jerking him toward a nearby parked car.] AE: OH NO! DON'T DO THAT! "CRUNK!!!" [He slams Arcola's head ruthlessly into the hood. Yanking him back, Arcola makes a croaking sound. The man slaps his hand around Arcola's throat, grabs the back of his jeans, and lifts him off the concrete.] "KACHUNK!!!!" [Chokeslamming him onto the hood! Edwards drops his microphone and runs for help. The camera draws back and elevates.] [He looks down on Arcola with contempt.] [Through one eye.] [The car door opens, and out steps Sierra Hayes from the shadows. She walks around the front of the car, runs a finger delicately across Arcola's jaw, and walks away. 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As "Seven Nation Army" by the White Stripes plays, let your own race through your mind in preparation for the third and final day.] # I'm gonna fight 'em off # A seven nation army couldn't hold me back # They're gonna rip it off # Taking their time right behind my back # And I'm talking to myself at night # Because I can't forget # Back and forth through my mind # Behind a cigarette # AND THE MESSAGE COMING FROM MY EYES # SAYS LEAVE IT ALONE # Don't wanna hear about it # Every single one's got a story to tell # Everyone knows about it # From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell # And if I catch it comin' back my way # I'm gonna serve it to you # And that's not what you want to hear # But that's what I'll do # AND THE FEELING COMING FROM MY BONES # SAYS FIND A HOME # I'm going to Wichita # Far from this oper for evermore # I'm gonna work the straw # Make the sweat drip out of every pore # And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding # Right before the lord # All the words are gonna bleed from me # And I will think no more # AND THE STAINS COMING FROM BY BLOOD # TELL ME GO BACK HOME _____) _____ / /) (, / )__ _ ___ _ _ __ _(/ / _ _____ _ / (_/_(_) /_)_ (_(_/ (_(_(_ ___/__(__(_) / (_/_)_ (_____) .-/ (__ / (_/ ______ _ (, / ) ' ) / / _ -( /___ /_(_(_(_/_ (__ ) (_/___ / .-/ (_/ -_,, |\ , ( // \\ _ || _|| \\ \\ / \\ / \\ _-_ \\/\\/\\ _-_ \\/\\ =||= _|| || || || || || || || \\ || || || || \\ || || || || || || || || || || ||/ || || || ||/ || || || -__-, \\/\\ \\/ \\_-| \\,/ \\ \\ \\ \\,/ \\ \\ \\, / \ '----` -_____ ' | -, _ /| | |` < \, '\\/\\ || |==|| /-|| || ;' ~|| | |, (( || ||/ ~-____, \/\\ |/ ( ( -_- [We immediately find ourselves in the back stage area. Anthony Edwards is waiting for something, and he's looking both ways in anticipation. He finally sees what he;s been waiting for and motions for the camera to follow. As the camera pans, the aprking lot is shown, and a black limousine is parked. One of the doors opens and Tricia Lane steps out of the vehicle, followed almost immediately by Eric Travers. Lane is wearing a pair of jeans, and an Eric Travers Nike tank top. Travers is wearing a pair of Oakley a-wires, a gold Nike t-shirt with black dress pants on, and black shoes. The driver goes to lift Travers' bag out of the trunk and Travers' voice booms "LEAVE IT!!" The driver backs away in fear, and Travers pulls his bag out of the trunk and SLAMS the trunk closed startling Tricia. She looks at him and frowns a little, but in that understanding sort of way. They begin to walk and Edwards steps out.] EDWARDS: Eric, can I get a word? [Travers stops, a sneer on his face as he slowly looks down at Edwards. Edwards looks a little nervous. Lane holds out her hand, and Travers hands her his shoulder bag. A she begins to walk away she mouths "Good Luck" to Edwards, who gulps noticeably.] TRAVERS: A word about WHAT!? EDWARDS: Well, uh, I have a few questions... There's the Judgment Day Rumble tonight, the attack on Nate McMannis, the match with Spector... I think the fans would like to know your thoughts on what has gone down so far at Egos and Icons, and what your plans are for after the event is over. TRAVERS: MY THOUGHTS!?!? You want to know how I'm feeling Edwards!? I feel SICK!! The mere thought that I have to walk out into the arena tonight, WITHOUT the EWA title and into the God damned Judgment Day Rumble makes me want to PUKE!! [Edwards takes a step back as Travers leans over him.] TRAVERS: It's almost as bad as the feeling I get at the thought of Nate McMannis and Maverick going for a free ride at my expense for a year!! [Travers grabs Edwards by the collar and lifts him off the ground against a wall and gets right into his face. Edwards is visibly shaken. Travers speaks in a menacing hiss, a look of pure anger on his face.] TRAVERS: You want to know how I'm feeling about the match with Spector? How do you THINK it feels Edwards? How do you THINK it feels when almost a year's worth of hard work spirals down the SHITTER because some LOSER got LUCKY!! [Travers is breathing heavily, still sneering. Edwards eyes are wide.] TRAVERS: And you asked about my plans? Well now I have to go into the Rumble instead of taking my place at the top of the mountain where I belong... There's nothing I can do about that now, but Reason and Spector can walk into their match knowing they're on borrowed time... I'm going to walk out there tonight, hold my lunch down, win that damned Rumble, and then I'm going to face the winner of that Unification match and get my FUCKING TITLE BACK!! That sound like a plan to you Edwards!? [Edwards nods affirmatively, and vigorously, eyes still wide. Travers scowls, tosses Edwards to his left and walks away. Edwards stumbles but manages to regain his footing, and then tries to compose himself.] EDWARDS: Wow... [The screen fades.] [Francine stands in the center of the First Union Center, just like the previous two nights, beaming from ear to ear. She wears an elegant, shimmering black dress and high heels.] FRANCINE: PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA ... [HOMETOWN POP!!!] FRANCINE: ... welcome to the third and _final_ day 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 blue dress shirt, with a slightly lighter blue tie.] OA: Ladies and gentlemen, it is DAY THREE of Egos and Icons, and by God the I- Slash is still here! CC: Last night was simply remarkable, Ambrose! I still get chills when I think about it! The I-Slash banding together, for just one night, to make sure we all had a home today! Outstanding! OA: The I-Slash indeed alive and well tonight! The right was PACKED last night with I-Slash superstars, and so it shall be again tonight! We're just a short time away from the much talked about, much hyped and anticipated JUDGEMENT DAY RUMBLE! The WINNER of the thirty man, over-the-top-rope elimination match gets a ticket to December to meet the winner of the most important match in I-Slash, and maybe WRESTLING, history! Unified World Title on the line tonight! CC: Just two days ago, Steve Spector shocked a LOT of people by becoming the new and FINAL EWA Heavyweight Champion! Just two days ago, Matthew Reason shocked EVERYONE by the means in which he retained the IWF/WOW World Championship! Tonight, one of them will shock the world and UNIFY those titles! OA: One thing that's been bugging me though, Cordell. This mystery referee! Who has the audacity to stand between Steve Spector and Matthew Reason? CC: I've heard a lot of rumors about who's backstage tonight. It's just one of those nights where you take everything you hear with a grain of salt, so your guess is as good as mine. I'm told that it is BIG though! OA: What about this beating on Justin Arcola at the hands of Bad Eye McBaine?? What problem does McBaine have with Arcola, that it would result in him CHOKESLAMMING the man who SAVED this company onto the hood of car!? CC: I don't know the specifics, Ambrose, but I'll guaran-damn-tee you it has something to do with Brian Nelson! OA: On top of that, Nate McMannis FAILED to make it into the Judgement Day Rumble thanks to the jerk we saw at the top of the hour! Who is McMannis's "Suitable Repla-- [Suddenly, a drumroll hits the PA.] #WHOO WHOO!# [Mixed pop!] OA: What the-? CC: Is that who I think-? ["Diamonds and Guns" by the Transplants hits the PA system and the lyrics blare out as Owen and Cordell wonder if this man really _has_ come to IWF/WOW...] #BARS CUT OFF AND SENDING ME HOME# #I'VE TAKEN MORE SHOTS THAN KARL MALONE# #BATTLE LOOMS# #YOUR DOOM# #INJUSTICE - INTOMBED# #WHO GONNA FIND THEM# #WHEN THE TIME COMES# #DIAMONDS AND GUNS# #DIAMONDS AND GUNS# [And suddenly, bursting through the curtain to a slightly louder MIXED POP~! Is none other than "Deadly" Derek Irvin.] #IT'S A WICKED WORLD THAT WE LIVE IN# #IT'S CRUEL AND UNFORGIVING# #IT'S A WICKED WORLD THAT WE LIVE IN# #IT'S CRUEL AND UNFORGIVING# [Irvin wears a white tanktop and jeans, a gold chain around his neck. He holds a mic in hands and poses at the top of the aisle.] #WHOO WHOO!# ["Diamonds and Guns" cuts off, and Irvin looks around to the stunned crowd.] OA: It's DEREK IRVIN! DDI is here! CC: And the surprises keep coming! [Irvin finally brings the mic to his mouth to speak.] DI: FIRST UNION CENTER! [POP!] DI: PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA! [POP!] DI: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU CAN F[BLEEP] OFF! [SUDDEN HEEL HEAT!] CC: Whoa! [Irvin soaks in the boos, smirking.] DI: Oh come on, come on...you really think I give a _damn_ about being in this dump of an arena in this hellhole of a city? [HEAT!] DI: I mean come on...it's Philadelphia...America's toilet! [HEAT~!~!~!] OA: Irvin getting plenty of cheap heat, I see. CC: Not endearing himself to the fans, that's for sure! OA: But what the hell is he doing here? [Irvin continues, still smirking.] DI: You know, I bet many of you are _sick_ of seeing my face right now. I mean, is there anywhere I _haven't_ been? [Irvin shakes his head no.] DI: Not really. But what the hell, I say...if it means I get to piss of an entire new fanbase, why the hell not? [Heel pop!] OA: Get to the point, Irvin. [Irvin smirks and continues.] DI: So what _am_ I doing here? Well, I've heard about the I-Slash, and when I heard they were putting on a show called "Egos and Icons", I just _knew_ I had to show up...even if it _did_ mean having to come to this city! [HEAT!] DI: Think about it for a second...does _anybody_ out there have a bigger ego than "Deadly" Derek Irvin? [Irvin shakes his head no.] DI: I don't think so. But there's a difference between having a big ego and being a no-talent piece of trash, like a majority of the I-Slash roster... [Heel heat!] DI: ...or, like myself, having a big ego simply because you _are_... ...an _ICON_. [Heel pop!] OA: Oh please...give me a break. CC: Well...he _is_ pretty good. [Irvin paces around the top of the ramp, and then continues.] DI: So I saw that the other night Nate Macmannis _lost_ in his tag team match and therefore will _not_ be participating in the Judgment Day Rumble this evening... [Realization heel pop!] OA: Oh no...he's not serious... DI: And therefore, since IWF/WOW has been looking for a _"suitable replacement"_... OA: Oh no...not him! [Irvin stops dead in his tracks and smiles.] DI: I think it's about damn time I show the fans of the I-Slash exactly who the hell Derek Irvin is. [HEEL POP!] DI: So right here, right now, I hereby enter myself into the Judgment Day Rumble! [HEAT X2!] DI: And when it's all said and done, everyone will think back about Egos and Icons and realize that the _real_ icon on this show was _not_ Bad Eye McBaine...it was _not_ Brody Thunder...the _real_ icon in Philadelphia tonight is _"DEADLY" DEREK IRVIN_! ["Diamonds and Guns" hits the PA system again and Irvin smirks to the crowd one last time before exiting through the curtain and to the backstage area.] OA: I find the fact that Derek Irvin has been chosen as "Suitable Replacement" for Nate McMannis totally absurd. He couldn't lace McMannis's boots! CC: Hey, if you want me to run down the list of accomplishments that DDI has that McMannis will never come close to, we've got two and a half hours at our disposal. I'd be happy to. OA: I'll pass on that. Folks, I'm told Anthony Edwards is standing by backstage with the EWA Heavyweight Champion, Steve Spec- [Static. Yes, static. The constant buzz screeches over the airwaves.. the main feed to the I-Slash production seemingly cut off at the most unopportune time.. ..until it zaps in. To blackness.] OA: Uh. CC: We are back.. i think. OA: No pictu- [The voice of Owen Ambrose is cutoff by another voice.. a voice that seemingly reaches out from the darkness.. a voice that sounds distant yet near.. calm yet full of rage..] VOICE: And in the end.. he was left to feast. [With that.. the feed begins to clear up a little more.. some grainy static subsides as the blackness begins to pigeon-hole in upon itself. Objects begin to emerge from the darkness.. the outlines of perhaps a desk or some other fairly large objects rests against a wall not far from the cameras vantage point.] [The only reason any imagery is possible.. is due to the window set to the left and high against the backwall.. a slight shimmer of moonlight douses the assumed box of a room.. just enough to help make out the origin of the voice.] [A man? A beast? Who knows.. whoever.. whatever it is.. sits upon the ground in front of the camera which tilts downward to attempt to make level contact. In the darkness.. very little can be made out except for the fact that whoever it is is wearing dark clothing.. and has long, stringy hair that seems to be covering the face as if it was to matter in this case. He/It has legs cocked upward at the knees.. arms crossed atop them.. head downward.] [Whoever it is.. speaks once more..] FIGURE: The sole figure stood atop the mountain.. the flock before him in the Valley.. they came from every walk of life.. sinners and saints.. the virtuous and the deceitful.. the righteous and the wicked.. and he looked down upon them. As they begged. As they pleaded. As they cowered in fear and cried for his mercy. [The figure seems to scoff slightly.. pausing..] FIGURE: But the man stood defiant.. and cast them all unto the Abyss. Mercy was not to be had.. for mercy was not to have been earned. He was left to feast.. and feast he did.. in the blood and inhumanity of those before him. Christianity.. ye of familiarity.. [He lets that soak in a bit.] FIGURE: You of the cloth sit upon your Ivory Tower and cast down the worthless.. the shameful.. those that cannot afford to line your robes with gold.. with a hand not unlike your Father. You sit bold and mighty until one day when the walls crumble before you.. and you are left, yourself, without your soul.. you wander the halls of your once pristine castles like a ghost in the halls of misery's past. [The head nods slowly.. you think.] FIGURE: And like ghosts you shall find me. Behind every wall.. behind every painting.. underneath every rug.. above every doorway.. between every archway. You shall find me.. and I shall smite thee. For that is what the House what built upon.. [He grumbles once more.. pausing briefly..] FIGURE: I-Slash.. prepare yourself. For it matters not whether you are a Bible Beater or a Lone Wolf.. whether you are Grizzly or considered Super.. whether young or old.. whether rookie or veteran.. for soon the House seeks retribution. Retribution for past atrocities of your kind. For past crimes that of which have gone unpunished. This time.. this time nobody will go without judgment. For soon.. The man atop the mountain? He shall evolve. And then he shall feast. Some of you may run.. Some of you may hide.. But all of you better pray to your false Gods and futile deities. For they may have mercy upon you.. When the House shall have none. [Fade out.] OA: What the HELL was that? CC: Search me. That jive sounded a little familiar though. I KNOW I've heard it somewhere, and it doesn't give me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. OA: Okay then. Regardless, Anthony Edwards is STILL standing by with Steve Spector backstage. CC: I'm surprised Edwards is standing. [We go backstage as Anthony Edwards stands at the entrance to the arena, still woozy from getting sucker punched by Brody Thunder and Billy Rock last night. Edwards is pacing back and forth when the entrance swings open and in enters... Steve Spector!] [HUGE Pop heard from inside the arena as the last EWA World Heavyweight Champion stops in his tracks, right in front of Edwards.] SS: Dude... you alright? AE: Yea.. I'm fine.. can't believe I got socked like that last night. I'm gonna be feeling that for weeks.] [Spector nods his head. Spector's dressed in street clothes with a leather gym back slung over his shoulder. He's wearing a pair of gray cargo pants and a white t-shirt with the words "I'm Dead" written on it. Gosh, that's an old shirt.] AE: Well, first question I'd like to ask you.. last night, the I-Slash finally was able to eradicate the EWA once and for all, and for all intents and purposes, that belt is going to be retired after your match with Reason. [Spector nods his head.] AE: What do you think of the I-Slash coming out on top? SS: Well.. I'm relieved. I loved the EWA.. it gave me a lot of positive memories.. helped jump start my career.. et cetera.. as you pretty much know. I feel guilty that the EWA was tryin' to feed off of the I-Slash and tryin' to absorb it, and I'm glad that those three men, Justin Arcola, Ron Jeremy, and Cooper Concrete were able to eradicate it once and for all. I'm hopin' that these three men are in line for title shots down the road cuz I'd sure as hell love to give 'em the shot at the Unified title.. if I win that is. As for the EWA title.. I just hope Nelson doesn't trash this thing once the night's over.. at least let me keep it safe at home. This belt.. while it didn't really mean anything.. it meant a lot to me. [Edwards nods.] AE: You're gonna have to get past Reason first, and we'll get to that in a second. After your three way match earlier this year with Eric Travers and Mack Ensassarol, you shook his hand. After your match with Travers on Night 1, he refused to shake yours. Then last night he turned on his Trifecta teammates. Does his actions surprise you? [Spector shakes his head.] SS: Not at all.. he's a very good athlete and opponent, and I respect all that he's done. However, he's always come across as a jerk to me.. I'm expectin' him to try to make his mark on my match tonight.. I wouldn't be too surprised if he does anything. Somethin' tells me we're not really finished here.. AE: Okay.. now onto Reason.. Reason has been brutal pretty much since day 1 of his debut in I-Slash, and he has defending his I-Slash World Title in some of the most brutal matches I've ever seen. Night One against Paul Kiljoy.. he tried to suffocate him and he even went and cut out his tongue.. [Spector nods his head.] AE: I have to ask you.. are you ready for Matthew Reason? [Spector pauses, then a smirk slowly crawls on his face.] SS: Am I ready, you ask? [Edwards nods his head.] SS: A night full of thumbtacks.. tryin' to cut people's tongues out.. suffocatin' 'em.. Bring it on. [Loud hardcore pop from the Philly crowd!] SS: Ya know, Anthony.. I was pretty much gonna try to straight up wrestle the guy.. but I don't think he knows a hammerlock from a ball-peen hammer. All he knows is how to fight.. how to hurt people an' try to end their careers. He's a sick human being, that's common knowledge.. I know he's gonna try to pull a whole lot of that same shit on me tonight that he pulled on Kiljoy... Can ya blame him? [Edwards looks puzzled.] AE: Blame him? SS: Sure.. he's the champ..of course ya gotta do whatever it takes to try to hold onto it for as long as ya can.. I should know, Edwards.. I've been there before. [Spector grins.] SS: But.. ya got people that are willin' to do whatever it takes to take it from you... people that put it all on the line.. try to destroy their bodies as they seek the ultimate prize. People, Anthony, like me. Reason's had a heck of a time defendin' that title so far.. hasn't he? [Edwards nods his head.] SS: He's gonna have a hell of a time defendin' it tonight. I'd like to think that I'm gonna be his first test in his reign as champ.. An' I see myself being his LAST test. He hasn't seen anyone yet that can stand up to crazy folks like him.. he hasn't seen people that take his best shots.. then drag themselves on their feet... blood drippin' slowly from their faces.. with shit eatin' grins mixed in with the blood an' broken teeth sayin' "Thank you, sir, may I have another?"... [Spector grins a wide, wide grin.] SS: Whatever Reason's got planned for me tonight.. an' I'm sure it'll be a doozy.. I eagerly await it. I certainly hope he's got several backup plans down deep in that twisted little mind of his. He's gonna have to go through the worst ring war of his entire life.. just to leave here tonight with the title. I'm prepared for the fight of my life.. every single time I step foot in that ring.. an' it's about time that Reason prepares for the fight of his life, too.. The people of Philly have seen some brutal battles over the years.. an' I'm hopin' not to disappoint.. See you in the ring. [Spector walks off to his locker room as the crowd cheers.] AE: Well.. Spector's ready for the unification match with Reason.. back to you guys! [Fade to Owen and Cordell.] OA: Spector looks primed, folks! In just a little over an hour he'll step into the square with perhaps the greatest challenge of his life. Matthew Reason. CC: Honestly, Ambrose, I fear for Spector's safety tonight. You know low Reason can sink, and after what he did on day one to Paul Kiljoy, I SHUDDER to think about the depths he'll reach tonight to beat Steve Spector. OA: Whoever comes out on top, I guarantee you, will meet the winner of our next match in December. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Judgement Day Rumble! ooo==================ooo==================ooo ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo JUDGEMENT DAY RUMBLE ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The opening contest is the JUDGEMENT DAY RUMBLE! [POP!!] FRANCINE: Earlier this evening, I-Slash superstars drew numbers between one and thirty! Every two minutes a new participant will enter the ring corresponding with the number he drew until all thirty men have been involved! The ONLY way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and both feet hit the floor! The winner of the Judgement Day Rumble receives a UNIFIED WORLD TITLE shot at the next I-Slash pay-per-view! [POP!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... the man who drew NUMBER ONE ... ["Another One Bites The Dust" by QUEEN begins to play over the loudspeakers to a hero's welcome!] OA: It's COOPER CONCRETE! One third of the men responsible for the I-Slash being alive and well today! FRANCINE: ... accompanied to the ring by Kelly James ... 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 inthe audience. Coop places his bat in a corner and is ready for combat.] FRANCINE: And now ... the man who drew NUMBER TWO ... # YOU SNAP YOUR FINGERS # # WE SNAP YOUR NECK!!! # [HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYUUUUUGGGGGEEEEEE POP!!!!] CC: IT'S JUSTIN ARCOLA! He TEAMED with Cooper Concrete just last night to save the I-Slash! [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.] OA: And now they'll start off the two-thousand-three Judgement Day Rumble! They'll go head to head, tooth and nail, for a chance to challenge the Unified World Champion at our next pay-per-view event! FRANCINE: ... please welcome 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. 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.] [Kelly James plants a kiss on Coop's cheek for luck before heading back up the aisle.] OA: There you see Kelly James returning backstage as managers are NOT allowed at ringside for this match. DING! DING! [2:00] OA: Here we go kids. It's Justin Arcola and Cooper Concrete to start off the Judgement Day Rumble, the winner will get to receive an automatic shot at the Unified World Champion! CC: Are these two going to do something or just stand there looking at each other? [Coop offers his hand to Arcola, who shakes it briskly and prepares for battle.] OA: Well, they're going to shake hands first. And so they should. These two did a great job last night along with RRJ to win the I Slash versus EWA match, and keep this company the IWF/WOW as it should be. CC: Like the name of the company means anything. If you're number one, you're number one. Period. OA: These two men look ready to go ... and they lock up. Concrete is the stronger of the two, and he pushes Arcola back, and into a corner. Concrete is holding Arcola in there ... and now knees him in the stomach! Big forearm uppercut by Concrete! Concrete grabs Arcola's left leg and lifts it towards the top rope ... Arcola drills Concrete with a right to the jaw! Coop lets go of Arcola's leg and backs away. CC: So much for friendship. OA: These guys respect each other, but I don't think I'd call them friends. Besides, this is for a shot at the biggest prize in the wrestling world, it's every man for himself. Arcola grabs Coop and whips him into the ropes ... Coop ducks a clothesline and comes back ... BIG back bodydrop by Arcola! Coop's lucky he wasn't closer to the ropes, or he'd have been out of this Rumble! CC: Never mind near the ropes. If I were Coop, I'd be more worried at how close Arcola's face was top my crotch! OA: Oh, c'mon! CC: What? I was watching last night. Arcola's eyes were burning a hole in Coop's ass all through that match. OA: Coop gets to his feet ... Arcola with a lariat!! Coop ducks!! Arcola is dangerously close to the ropes! COOP'S GONNA PUT ARCOLA OUT!! [Coop tries to dump Arcola from behind.] CC: There's a switch. Something attacking ARCOLA from behind. OA: Arcola is holding on for dear life, and we're barely into this match! CC: I think Justin could escape right now, but he's getting too much enjoyment out of having Coop's arm between his legs. OA: For cryin' out loud, will you please just call the match? CC: I am! OA: Arcola is holding on ... and he knees Coop in the head, prolonging his chances! Arcola grabs him ... wait, Coop wraps him up! "BOOM!!" OA: BIG BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! Coop stands and bounces off the ropes ... LEG DROP! He brings Arcola to his feet. Could be a mistake, Arcola with a waistlock! [He tucks his head beneath Coop's right arm.] "BOOM!!" OA: RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! [Coop lands near the ropes, almost doubled over.] [1:00] OA: Coop up fairly quick, but walks right back into a waiting Justin Arcola! "BOOM!!" OA: RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Arcola stands, with Coop pretty much at his disposal now. Vertical-- No ... Coop blocks the vertical suplex, and counters with one of his own! CC: Look at that hangtime! OA: It's a stalling suplex! He's near the ropes! Arcola may go out! AND HE DOES!! [POP!!!] OA: NO!!! ARCOLA LANDED ON THE APRON!! Coop turns! SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK BY ARCOLA! CC: Arcola had the presence of mind to know he was near enough that he could land on the apron. OA: Arcola brings him to his feet. Irish whip into the turnbuckle ... and Arcola's shows patience. He's being smart and approaching slowly. He shovels a knee into Coop's midsection! [:30] OA: Arcola leans in ... CC: Watch your junk Coop! OA: ... driving a shoulder into Coop's stomach! And there's another! Arcola takes him by the back of the head, and he's trying to push him over the top! CC: He's bending him over for the bedroom version of the Arcola Driver! OA: Cordell, please! CC: Oh, lighten up. OA: Coop is holding on. Arcola continues to try and use his legs to push Coop up and over the top rope. Now Arcola relents, and drills Coop with a right hand! Coop fires back! Arcola!! Concrete!! Arcola!! Concrete!! They're going to war, and it's all about the World Title!! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" OA: Coop is starting to get the better of this! "THREE!!" CC: Arcola's tough, but he can't trade with Coop. "TWO!!" "ONE!!" OA: Time's up! Who's gonna join these two!? [The four heavy crashes of The Gorillaz' "Clint Eastwood" echo through the arena.] OA: There's no mistaking that beat! It's former Intercontinental champion, "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka! CC: It'll be interesting to see what kind of condition he's in after Shane Destiny used him as a welcome mat on day one! [Pietka struts down the ramp. The Heavy Mental One shows himself off to their crowd, a mixture of love and hate and hateful love from his "fans". He does a little spin around... bobbing his shoulders up and down a little.] [2:00] OA: Coop has Arcola. INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! CC: Well ... nah, that one's too easy. OA: Pietka taking his glorious time getting to the ring. He's content to let Arcola and Coop beat the hell out of each other, and Coop just took Arcola down with a running clothesline! And he's going to try once again to roll Arcola over the top rope and to the floor! CC: Here comes Pietka! OA: He and Cooper Concrete are both fresh off of runs in Brian Nelson's Greater Good camp. I'm interested to see how they interact here. Pietka hits the ring, and now he and Coop are BOTH trying to get Arcola out of the ring! There's my answer! Arcola is still holding on! He may still be too strong at this point in the contest to be thrown out in this fashion. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!" OA: COOP JUST DRILLED PIETKA!! CC: Allegiances don't last long in this type of match, and there's your proof. That lasted what? All of fifteen seconds? OA: IF that. Coop whips Pietka into the ropes. Errant clothesline, ducked by Pietka! Now Pietka off the other side ... Coop drops down ... "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!" OA: ... AND ARCOLA CLIPS PIETKA ON THE JAW WITH A FLYING FOREARM!! Coop and Arcola on their feet now, and Coop kicks Arcola in the midsection! "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: __ CEMENT MIXER __!!! That swinging neckbreaker is the real deal, daddy. Coop's a master of that move. He used to finish guys off with that on a regular basis back in seventy-eight! OA: _ Ninety-eight _, maybe. Arcola may be in some trouble now! Coop pulls him-- NO! CLIPPED BY PIETKA! Now Pietka is the lone man on his feet, but he's still got to get one or both of his opponents over the top rope. He peels Coop off the mat and DRILLS him with a right! Pietka weighs a buck seventy and he's standing toe-to-toe with a two hundred and eighty plus pounder! Coop staggers back into the corner, and Pietka unleashes the fury with rapid fire rights! [1:00] OA: Whoa! Coop turns the tirde and starts returning fire! That was quick! He whips Pietka out of the corner ... and Arcola surprises Pietka down with a drop toe hold! THERE'S AN STF!! Arcola has locked Pietka in an STF!! CC: What the hell good is that gonna do in a Rumble? OA: It'll weaken his legs and back, making it harder to resist being thrown over the top rope. Come on dude, who's the former wrestler here? CC: Hey, I KNEW the answer. I just wanted to see if YOU did. OA: Rrrrright. Coop now assisting Arcola by stomping at Pietka's right kidney area! Coop comes off the ropes ... and drives his boot into the side of Dave Pietka!! Again off the ropers ... [SWERVE POP!!!] OA: ... AND DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO THE SIDE OF ARCOLA'S SKULL!! [:30] OA: Arcola slumps to the mat as Coop leaps ... and he drives an elbow across the small of Pietka's back! Coop stands and lifts Pietka. Scoop slam! Coop lifts him again. Another scoop, and Coop is going to try and eliminate Pietka! Pietka's holding on for dear life! Coop had to lower him, but he still has Pietka in trouble! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" OA: Pietka pokes Coop in the eye with his thumb, and Coop drops him! "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" #Yeah I'm your toy... ....20th Century Boy!# [Drain STH's "20th Century Boy", already in full gear, kicks over the PA as Travis Cade emerges from the back.] [POP!] OA: "The Natural" Travis Cade makes it four! What an impressive outing for he and Chad Allen on day one. Cade scoring a CLEAN pin over a former world champion in Tripp Shade. That's got to alleviate some of the pain Shade caused by injuring him and ruining his dream of representing the United States in the olympics. [Slapping his face several times, Cade makes quick time to the ring, heading straight in, sliding under the bottom.] [2:00] OA: Cade wastes NO time getting to the ring. He dives in and immediately goes after Pietka! Arcola back up, and he drills Coop with a clothesline from behind! Cade grabs Pietka and yells over to Arcola. What's this about? "BOOM!!" OA: HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!! Arcola nods and lifts Coop. "BOOM!!" OA: ARCOLA WITH A HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!! CC: I think Cade's impressed! OA: He's giving Arcola the golf clap. CC: Oh yeah! Mad props, daddy! OA: Cade turns Pietka onto his stomach. Legs tucked. "BOOM!!" [POP!!] OA: WHEEL BARROW SUPLEX!! Arcola grins and shakes his head. Uh-oh ... "BOOM!!" [POP!!!] OA: WHEEL BARROW SUPLEX FOR COOP!! CC: What the hell is this? A pissing contest? OA: It's definitely a competition of some sort! Cade nods and grabs Pietka ... "BOOM!!" [POP!!] OA: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Cade up, AND ARCOLA GRABS _HIM_ THIS TIME!! "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!!] OA: GERMAN SUPLEX!! Arcola stays on him and rolls to his feet ... SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! Arcola STILL hanging on ... A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX!! [POP!!!] OA: Arcola lifts Cade and shoves him in the near corner. There's a boot to the midsection! CC: There's an example of a rookie type mistake. I doubt Cade's been in many rumbles like this, yet there he is trying to get into a schlong waving contest with a guy who's actually WON one! OA: Arcola grabs Cade's leg and tries to lift him out of the ring, but the Olympian is holding strong. On the opposite side of the ring now, Pietka and Coop are back up and trading blows. [They look to the corner at the two men who were just taking turns suplexing them and stop. Coop says something to Pietka, and he probably isn't whispering recipes.] OA: PIETKA WHIPS A WILLING COOP ACROSS THE RING!! "CLANG!!!" OA: CONCRETE SPLASHES ARCOLA AND CADE IN THE CORNER!! [1:00] OA: Pietka peels Arcola off of Cade and tries to put him over the top rope, but Arcola is still able to hang on! Coop charges ... "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ... AND CLOTHESLINES CADE BACK INTO THE CORNER!! And there's a snapmare to the middle of the ring. Coop pries him off the canvas. SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!! Coop off the ropes ... "BOOM!!!" OA: DROPPING A BIG ELBOW! CC: You know, this is fine and all. I'm all for stiff competition, but let's see some jackass hit the floor already! OA: Coop on his way to help Pietka now, as he continues to try and get Arcola over the top rope. Pietka looks like he could kill tonight, and you gotta believe he is seeing Shane Destiny every time he looks at one of his opponents tonight. CC: What a coup for the I-Slash to sign the E's only Triple Crown Champion ever. Pietka's completely expendable now! OA: Arcola still hanging on ... and an elbow staggers Pietka! Coop loosens up to avoid taking a shot on his own, and now Arcola's feet are on the mat again. [:30] OA: He catches up with Coop and DRILLS him with a right hand. Pietka moves over to capitalize on Cade and drops a knee across his skull! He pulls him up ... "BOOM!!" OA: ... PUMP HANDLE SLAM! Pietka's fighting like he's ten feet tall tonight! Arcola props Coop into the corner ... PALM STRIKE!! Coop NEARLY goes out before slumping to the mat!! Arcola may have knocked him out cold with that shot!! He's trying to lift Coop now, but he's practically dead weight! CC: That palm strike is just _vile_. OA: Arcola puts Coop on the back burner, transitioning over to Pietka and Cade. He and Pietka whip Cade into the ropes ... "BOOM!!!" OA: ... DOUBLE FLAPJACK!! Good teamwork there ... but it IS every man for himself, and Pietka reminds us of exactly that by drilling Arcola with a left hand! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" OA: Pietka has Arcola teetering on the ropes! "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" OA: And number five is ... ["Until It Sleeps" by Metallica sends a chill down every spine in the building.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" OA: IT'S McBAINE!! THE MAN WHO'S BEEN HUNTING FOR BRIAN NELSON! THE MAN WHO _VICIOUSLY_ ATTACKED JUSTIN ARCOLA IN THE PARKING LOT EARLIER TONIGHT! [McBaine lumbers down the aisle, pure adrenaline surging through his veins and dripping with sin. He ignores the crowd as they pelt him with insults and garbage, until finally reaching up with one arm, pulling himself onto the apron, and stepping over the top rope.] [2:00] OA: The man who surprised everyone on the last Graphic Nature by eliminating Gunnar Gaines from the preview Mini rumble has drawn number five! CC: McBaine is my favorite to win this thing, but this is an early draw. OA: He immediately tracks down Travis Cade and flings him HARD into the corner! "CLANG!!" [Cade ricochets out of the corner, falling to one knee, then to his face.] OA: McBaine turns and eyes Coop! He charges ... "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ... AND DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO COOP'S FACE!! CC: If Coop wasn't out before, he surely is now!! McBaine pulls him out of the corner. Coop is still dead weight! OA: BUT McBAINE LIFTS HIM ANYWAY, WITH __ONE HAND__ AROUND HIS NECK!! [The crowd buzzes as McBaine sits Coop on the top turnbuckle, holding him in place by the neck, and cocks back.] "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: CLOTHESLINE OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! COOP HITS THE FLOOR! CC: FIRST ELIMINATION GOES TO McBAINE! COOP'S GONE! COOP'S GONE! FRANCINE: COOPER CONCRETE has been eliminated! [McBaine turns to the ring, moistening his bottom lip with is tongue.] CC: How about that? One of our saviors, Cooper Concrete, is the first casualty. OA: One down, twenty-eight to go. McBaine heads over to Pietka and Arcola ... [POP!!!] OA: ... and both attack McBaine! He's trying to fire back, but it's two on one! They send him to the corner! Arcola sends Pietka straight toward him! "SMACK!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: BIG BOOT TO THE FACE DROPS PIETKA!! CC: I think Arcola may have in some way set up Pietka! He had to know it wouldn't take McBaine long to shake off an irish whip. OA: ARCOLA GOES AFTER McBAIN, AND THERE'S A SCORE TO SETTLE HERE! [POP!! POP!!] [Arcola digs his fingers into McBaine's exposed eye while serving him continous rights in the corner.] OA: McBaine knees Arcola in the stomach! [Justin grabs his cradles his bread basket and turns his back, stumbling to the center of the ring.] OA: McBaine drives him to his face with a bulldog! [POP!!!] CC: CADE TACKLES MCBAINE FROM BEHIND!! THE KID'S GOT A DEATHWISH!! OA: Cade mounts McBaine, and hammers away! Very uncharacteristic of Cade. CC: Hell, he has to know he's in a fight by now. It aint ALL science. [1:00] OA: McBaine's too powerful! He rolls Cade over! Now McBaine is firing away! He jerks Cade up, shoves him into the corner, and starts dropping bombs! He brings him out of the corner ... ... fireman's carry ... CC: HERE IT COMES! "___ BOOM ___ !!!" [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: __ BLIND VALLEY DRIVER __ !! CC: That's it for Cade! Thanks for the memories! See ya next year! OA: McBaine pulls him up, but the kid is out on his feet! He scoops him over his shoulder! HE CARRIES HIM TO THE ROPES! [McBaine grips Cade by the neck with his far arm and presses him easily overhead.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CHING!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: HE CHUCKS HIM INTO THE FENCE!! CC: And we're back to three! FRANCINE: TRAVIS CADE has been eliminated! [:30] OA: Arcola from behind! CC: As usual. OA: He snags McBaine with a rear waistlock! "BOOM!!!" OA: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!! THAT'S THREE HUNDRED PLUS POUNDS STRAIGHT OVERHEAD! CC: That beating McBaine gave him earlier must've woken up something inside! OA: Pietka is back up and now he dives onto McBaine, firing right hands! Arcola grabs Pietka and pulls HIM off! "BOOM!!!" OA: BACKDROP DRIVER!! CC: There are TRULY no allegiances here in this rumble! McBaine has eliminated two guys since he came in a minute and a half ago, and Arcola and Pietka STILL refuse to pool their strengths to counter ol' one eye. OA: It's every man for himself, Crane. They have to look out for themselves in there. If you trust someone, it could come back to haunt you, and you know Arcola wants a big piece of McBaine for himself! Arcola lifts McBaine. Front chancre ... "BOOM!!" OA: FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!! WHAT STRENGTH! "FIVE!!" OA: Pietka's back up, and he drives an elbow into the heart of Bad Eye McBaine! "FOUR!!" OA: Arcola one the second rope, following up Pietka's elbow with a knee-drop! "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [The opening chords of "Happy Together" by the Turtles begins to play over the PA system.] [POP!!!] OA: Trace Michaels is in at number six! # 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 # ["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.] This kid deserves all the credit in the world, folks. Not only did he take Rally Jackson to the limit, even though he didn't walk away with the Spotlight championship on day one, he left with the prize he REALLY came after. The heart of Lisa Nelson! # 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 # [2:00] OA: And Michaels hits the ring! He drills Pietka with a right hand. [Trace looks hesitant about throwing another full contact punch the face. He takes a look back at McBaine and Arcola and pushes Pietka as far away from those two as he can get.] OA: Pietka spins Trace into the corner and wails on him! ITM crumbles! Pietka putting the screws to him! CC: Maybe Michaels would be better off helping Arcola with McBaine. OA: Speaking of which, Arcola has McBaine on his feet and shoves him into a corner. BIG right haymaker connects! Pietka now brings ITM to his feet. He and Arcola exchange nods. Arcola irish whips McBaine! Pietka sends Michaels straight toward him! "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" CC: IDOLIZER AND MCBAINE COLLIDE!! OA: But it's ITM who takes the brunt of the collision, AS McBAINE RUMBLES RIGHT OVER HIM AND SACKS PIETKA INTO THE CORNER! CC: Wow, did you see Pietka's head hit the turnbuckle? OA: McBaine BLASTED him! Michaels is in bad shape on the canvas after getting completely steamrolled! Bad Eye is UNLOADING on Pietka in the corner right now, I'm sure taking out some of his frustration over losing his late draw in the Rumble. CC: And this is one man you do NOT want to piss off. I guarantee even though he's pummeling Pietka, that's Nelson's face he's seeing. OA: Arcola goes to work on Michaels now. He grabs him by the back of his head and TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! [He saved himself POP!!] OA: But ITM somehow grabbed the top rope and was able to avoid going to the floor! He rolls back in the ring. Arcola has already made his way to McBaine and drives a forearm to the back of his neck! Arcola grabs McBaine in another rear waistlock! CC: Arcola must LOVE that position. "BOOM!!!" OA: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! He lifts McBaine again, but McBaine knees Arcola immediately and THERE'S A SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!! CC: It looks like he caught Arcola right in the mouth with his bicep! [1:00] OA: Trace is back up, and he goes back to Pietka. He scoops him up in the corner and it looks like he's going for an elimination! Michaels struggles with Pietka, but he's got Pietka's leg over that top rope! Pietka is holding on with all he's got!! CC: I don't think Pietka's going anywhere soon. OA: Hold on. McBaine with a front facelock on Arcola. "BOOM!!!" OA: IMPALER DDT!! [He pulls Arcola up by the neck as he stands.] OA: McBaine with a fireman's carry!!! [ANTICIPATED FINISHER POP!!!] OA: Arcola is in DEEP trouble now! And ... "___ BOOM ___ !!!" [POP!!!!] OA: ARCOLA COUNTERS THE BLIND VALLEY DRIVER WITH A REVERSE DDT!! CC: If McBaine would've hit that, Arcola's night would be over! OA: McBaine is slowly rolling to his stomach, and Arcola is still smarting from that short arm clothesline he took a little bit ago. Michaels is still working in that corner on excusing Pietka from this match. CC: Not anymore, as Pietka stops ITM with a thumb to the eye. The universal counter! [:30] OA: We're about thirty seconds away from our next entrant as Pietka scoops Michaels up ... "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ... AND HITS A CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! He heads to the second rope! "BOOM!" OA: Fist drop! Pietka stands ... and Arcola trips him up from behind! CC: What's he up to? OA: Boston crab! Arcola's idea is to weaken Pietka with a submission move!! "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" CC: That didn't last long! OA: BAD EYE McBAINE just knocked a few of Arcola's teeth lose with a RUTHLESS yakuza kick!! Those two have been at each other's jugular almost non-stop since McBaine entered the ring. You can see a lot of bad blood already boiling between these two after what happened earlier tonight. CC: And once again Arcola can thank Brian Nelson for his life being a living hell. OA: Now McBaine has Michaels! [A sympathy groan oozes from the crowd as McBaine jerks ITM up with a two handed choke.] OA: Oh no! "__ BOOM __!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: TWO HANDED CHOKE-BOMB!! [McBaine comes to his feet, reaching down to bring ITM back up.] OA: Pietka clips McBaine from behind! He grabs that leg and starts kicking away at the hamstring and back of his knee! CC: Good thinking by Pietka. The guys in the ring need to find any way they can to neutralize McBaine, and this is a good start. OA: They need to find a way to get him out of the ring. Pietka locks in a knee-bar! "FIVE!!" CC: Another entry coming up, and this time no mysteries, thank God. "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Without Me" by Eminem plays.] CC: SUPER SCOTT! OA: Here comes one of the THREE men responsible for Nate McMannis not being here tonight! CC: There are only two men responsible for McMannis not being in the rumble tonight, and that's McMannis and Maverick. OA: Why don't you ask Eric Travers who's responsible? I'm sure he'll gladly take the credit he so richly deserves! [Super Scott walks through the portal, taking his time down the ramp. He sports a few cuts and bruises from the Stairway To Hell match on day two, but seems to be in high spirits. He wears a pair of black leather pants with a large blue "4" on both legs, and a sleeveless white Gunnar Gaines shirt.] OA: And Super Scott is obviously rubbing in the fact that he had a hand in Gunnar Gaines' loss to "Dreamlover" Trey Porter last night. THAT was a travesty! [2:00] OA: Scott is slowly making his way to the ring, and there's not a whole lot of traffic in there right now. Arcola is still down, Michaels is still down, and Pietka still has Bad Eye subdued in a kneebar in the middle of the ring. McBaine however is trying, and successfully I might add, to pull himself to the ropes. The thing is, if he gets to the ropes, in this type of match Pietka doesn't have to release the hold. What's the motive there, Cordell? CC: It won't break the hold, you're right, but he may be able to get some leverage to escape the hold. [Super Scott walks the ring stairs leisurely, then walks to the center of the apron and steps over the top rope.] OA: Super Scott scouting the situation, and approaches ARCOLA! Well that's big of him. He nonchalantly kicks Arcola in the head! CC: Kinda like poking a dead animal with a stick, just to make sure it's really dead. OA: He scoops Arcola up at the side. "BOOM!!" OA: Side suplex! CC:I think Arcola may be ripe for the picking. He's still suffering from that boot to the face McBaine gave him, and he's been in this ring the longest. OA: He's been in there since the beginning after drawing number two. We've got five guys in the ring, two have been eliminated, those two being Cooper Concrete and Travis Cade. Pietka is still holding on to that kneebar on McBaine, but McBaine has reached the ropes, and he's pulling himself to an upright position! CC: That dude's strong as an ox! OA: McBaine is shaking his leg as much as he can, trying to loosen Pietka's grip! Now he's working that leg free ... AND HE'S DRIVING HIS BOOT INTO THE FACE OF DAVE PIETKA! He stops and limps away, trying to get the blood flowing in that knee again ... [POP!!!] OA: BUT THERE'S TRACE MICHAELS WITH A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! CC: That little brat better run for his LIFE! OA: I don't know that McBaine could catch up, but God help him if he did. Super Scott has Arcola near the ropes, and he's trying to force him out, but Arcola is doing a good job of holding on. Scott lets up and drives his knee into the ribs! Now it's Michaels coming over to help Scott. The two of them working on getting Arcola out. CC: Behind you, Trace! [GASP!!] OA: McBaine grabs Michaels!! [He whirls him around, bear hugs him, and pivots.] "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPINEBUSTER!! Super Scott looks over and SMIRKS! Trace SERIOUSLY needs to find some new friends. Scott goes back to trying to eliminate Arcola. McBaine lifts ITM and he's looking to throw him-- PIETKA DRILLS HIM WITH A FLYING FOREARM!! McBaine drops Michaels! CC: I don't think Pietka realizes he might have just saved Michaels from being eliminated. [1:00] OA: I think you're right. I think Pietka was just looking to get back at McBaine for using his face as a welcome mat earlier. We're just under one minute until number eight hits the ring. Super Scott continues to try and get Arcola out of here ... "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: Arcola just mule kicked Super Scott in the groin!! CC: DIRTY POOL! OA: Whatever it takes, isn't that what you usually say? CC: Well, yeah, but Arcola's supposed to be above that. OA: Scott is writhing on the mat in pain! Arcola grabs his legs, and he may be about to make a wish! No! Stomp to the mid-section! CC: Mid-section of his groin, maybe! OA: McBaine works on eliminating Pietka on the other side of the ring. Michaels is still down near the ropes after that spinebuster that nearly put him through the canvas. Arcola now trying to get Scott out of the ring. Hold on, Michaels is back up, and now he's helping out Arcola! Michaels is trying to help Arcola get Super Scott out of the ring! CC: Traitor! [:30] [As Arcola works on pushing Super Scott's legs over the top, ITM works on his torso. Scott seems to be speaking to Michaels. As the camera draws closer, Super's voice carries over the airwaves.] SUPER SCOTT: "Trace, buddy! I talked with DTP earlier!" [Michaels stops what he's doing and listens.] SUPER SCOTT: "You help me out here, and he's agreed to MEET YOU after the show, bro! Wadda ya say?" OA: Did you hear that? Scott just told Michaels he'd set up a meeting with DTP after the Rumble if he helped him! Don't do it, Trace! CC: Trace will do anything to meet DTP! That's his idol! I've heard Michaels actually call DTP "DAD" when telling stories about him. [Without hesitation, ITM surprises Arcola with a forearm to the side of the head. Super lands back in the ring on his feet.] OA: Super Scott and Michaels start double teaming Arcola in the corner! CC: I heard a rumour that Arcola loves to get double teamed. OA: Enough with the sophomoric humor, huh? Pretend we're on MTV where they encourage homosexuality. Hold on, Super Scott and Michaels about to lift Arcola out! McBaine still working on Pietka, but Mental ducks under a clothesline and gets out of that corner! McBaine is STALKING him now! Pietka with a boot to the stomach, and a drop toe hold! "BOOM!!" [POP!!] OA: McBAINE'S FACE BOUNCES OFF THE CANVAS! Pietka goes back after the knee he worked on earlier, but McBaine pushes him off! Both men up fairly quick ... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! CC: Pietka took the worst of that! McBaine was just barely dropped to one knee! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["UNDER" by FILTER begins blasting over the PA. As soon as the first few guitar riffs hit, the fans jump to their feet with a chorus of boos.] OA: HADES! CC: One half of the brand new world tag team champions coming in at number eight! #I've got an empty point to make# [Hades bursts through the curtains at the first line of the song as the crescendo of jeers rains down on him.] #It's about a faith# #An empty point of view# #It's stinky through and through# [Hades stands at the entryway, and looks around at the crowd with a cocky grin on his face. He then begins walking towards the ring almost plodding to the beat of the music.] [2:00] OA: We're up to six competitors in the ring now. Hades rolls in and picks up Pietka. Snap suplex! Back over in the far corner, Super Scott and Trace Michaels are continuing to try and remove Justin Arcola from this Rumble! CC: They're cutting it real close! OA: Now Hades joins in, and Arcola's being TRIPLE teamed! CC: His dreams have come true!! OA: BUT ARCOLA'S HAD ENOUGH!! HE'S FIGHTING BACK, TOSSING FISTS IN EVERY DIRECTION!! [Hades takes one in the mouth, rolling across the ropes a few times before hitting his knees. ITM nearly comes out of his boots as he gets completely leveled. Just as Arcola's about to feed Super Scott.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: DAMMIT! Bad Eye McBaine just ended Arcola's rally with a clothesline back into the corner!! CC: Pietka attacks Hades from behind! OA: Pietka pulls Hades away from traffict, scoops him, and drops him with a reverse DDT! CC: Arcola just can't catch a break with McBaine over there. OA: Hey may just have, as McBaine has Michaels again, but the Idolizer trying to worm his way free! McBaine has a strong grip on him. Reverse neckbreaker! That's gonna silence Trace's resistance. Super Scott grabs Arcola and fires him into the opposite corner. Scott charges ... BIG BOOT!! [POP!!] OA: BUT ARCOLA NARROWLY DUCKS, AND SCOTT CROTCHES HIMSELF ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! CC: Sometimes being six-nine can be a DISADVANTAGE! OA: Arcola's shaking the ropes, making Scott's situation all the worse! He's now working to get Scott's other leg over the top rope! An elbow to the temple ends that, and Scott pulls that leg back into the ring. CC: But he's still hurting. OA: Any man would be! CC: Except for ol' "Funny Cidal" Nate McMannis. OA: Hades has turned the tables on Pietka, and he's pounding away at him in the corner! McBaine nearly has Michaels out! Hang on, Trace! CC: Dammit! OA: But Michaels remains in this, thanks in large part to Justin Arcola who just dropkicked McBaine in the back of the head! CC: Just like Arcola to give it from behind! [1:00] OA: Oh for crying out loud, are you EVER going to stop with the homosexual jokes? CC: I will when Arcola stops being homosexual. OA: Super Scott comes over and now he's trying to help Hades get Pietka out. Checking in on the other side of the ring, Justin Arcola is choking McBaine on the middle rope! The rulebook goes out the window with the stakes so high! CC: Don't protect him. Arcola's a blatant cheater! Call it like you see it! OA: That would be calling it like YOU see it. Pietka's holding his own with Hades and Super Scott. Hades releases Pietka now ... and drills Super Scott with a right! Scott answers back and sends Hades to the mat! That's not a guy you want to get in a slugfest with. Back to Arcola, who sends McBaine for the ride ... [POP!!!] OA: ... BUT MICHAELS CATCHES MCBAINE WITH A WELL PLACED WHEEL KICK!! McBaine never even made it to the ropes, and ITM was waiting! [:30] CC: That little punk will get his soon enough, and what happens to him will be more than Lisa Nelson can make feel better. OA: Arcola, capitalizing on Michaels' quick thinking, drives a knee to the forehead of McBaine! CC: Pietka ran Michaels' head into the turnbuckle from behind! OA: All the while Super Scott is violently choking Hades across the top rope! And we're about 20 seconds from a new competitor! Scott lifts Hades, and he's trying to eliminate him, but Hades has a good hold on the middle rope. He isn't letting go anytime soon. CC: You have to either catch a guy by surprise, or knock him loopy to get him out of a rumble match. Especially one with these kind of stakes riding on it. OA: Arcola with McBaine spread across the top turnbuckle! Ducking underneath and trying to heave him over, but he's not getting much out of it but a sore back. CC: Pietka's bringing Michaels to the edge again. Everyone's at a point where they're just sick of seeing everyone else's face. Elimination attempts everywhere! Two of those guys should break off and help the others. It doesn't look like anyone's going anywhere right now. OA: A lot of energy is being expended as we approach entrant number nine. "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [As thunder erupts from the PA, 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.] # An unforseen future nestles somewhere in time # # Unsuspecting victims, no warning, no sign # OA: THE DEVIL HIMSELF! IT'S CALEB TEMPLE! # 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.] CC: A sour Caleb Temple from the looks of it! And what kind of shape can he be in after enduring the Shooting Ron Press through a table? What frame of mind is he in after being PINNED to ensure the EWA would never again infect the I-Slash, much less take it over? [2:00] OA: We'll find out in mere moments! Temple's in the ring, and he's heading straight for Arcola! No surprise there. McBaine is out of harm's way now as Caleb Temple opens the gates of HELL and drags Arcola right through them! These two went through a war last night, and there's obviously some lingering bad blood! CC: McBaine is helping Temple now. There's a pair that could put some dents in the I-Slash together. This is BAD news for Arcola, and good news for any warm blooded, female loving dude! OA: Arcola is being pummeled by two of the best in the business right now, and he's in a LOT of trouble! McBaine scoops him up and drops him with a backbreaker across the knee! He holds Arcola over his knee and Temple has gone to the second rope! What's he gonna-- "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: DECAPITATION LEG DROP!! [Arcola flipped completely onto his face, landing across Temple's legs upon impact.] CC: That's Arcola's swan song! Sayonara, Justin! OA: McBaine escorts Arcola to the ropes as we see Trace Michaels has just kicked Pietka off of him! And Pietka backed into McBaine! He turns! SWINGS! [POP!!] OA: AND CONNECTS with a solid right to the jaw!! CC: No offense to McBaine, but I don't think he saw that coming. [Arcola slumps to the mat, his head and arm resting on the bottom rope.] OA: Pietka stays after McBaine, while Hades and Scott have separated. Hades pushes Michaels into the corner now, and Super Scott is trading shots with Caleb Temple! Temple knees Scott in the stomach, and drops him with a knee lift to the face! CC: It's amazing, you couldn't throw a grain of sand across that ring without hitting a bonafide legend. OA: And there are STILL more to come! [1:00] [Pietka has McBaine crouching in the corner, his leg stretched across the top rope with his heel jammed firmly against McBaine's neck.] OA: Keep an eye on Michaels, he's is nearly out! But hey, why not, HE uses the old thumb to the eye! "BOOM!!!" [POP!!] OA: AND A TORNADO DDT ON HADES!! CC: That was more like a hurricane! [ITM and Hades both lie motionless while recouperating.] OA: Super Scott with a knee to Temple's abdomen as the "Root of All Evil" tries a double arm DDT! And Super with a gutwrench suplex! Seeing Super Scott, you gotta believe he's gonna want to find somewhere to hide if he's anywhere in the vicinity when Gunnar Gaines enters the Rumble! CC: Why? Scott can take care of himself. OA: After what he pulled in the Alaskan Ladder match, Gunnar Gaines may rip Super's head right off his shoulders. Pietka now trying to give McBaine the heave-ho, but he's just too heavy! Justin Arcola is back up, and he's helping Pietka! This may be the boost Pietka needs! CC: Did Arcola just grab McBaine's ass? I think he did! [They budge McBaine just a LITTLE more, but nothing of real significance.] OA: Nine men have entered the ring so far. There are seven in there now. Dave Pietka, Bad Eye McBaine, Justin Arcola, Trace Michaels, Super Scott, Hades and Caleb Temple. But McBaine just jabbed Pietka in the throat with his thumb, freeing himself from danger! And he drops Arcola with a big soupbone right! Super Scott moves away from Temple now and capitalizes on Pietka. [Super places Pietka's head between his thighs and waistlocks him. He yanks him up, flipping him over onto his shoulders.] "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" CC: SUPERBOMB!! OA: Super Scott just nearly sent a hundred and seventy pounds through the ring! Michaels quick to take advantage, and he drops a crisp leg on Pietka! [:30] OA: Now Hades and Temple are standing toe to toe! CC: It's the Devil himself versus Hades! Is that even possible? [Temple boots him in the gut and locks both arms behind his back.] "BOOM!!!" OA: DOUBLE ARM BRAINBUSTER BY TEMPLE!! CC: Super Scott just clubbed Arcola from behind, and now Scott and McBaine are once again trying to end Arcola's night! OA: Michaels is trying to do the same to Pietka! Temple now kneeling over Hades, firing those piston-like jabs directly into his forehead!! I think Temple's trying to open him up! CC: Temple's blood lust is unparalleled. [The camera settles on Arcola hugging the top rope, one leg hanging over the middle while his ankles are crossed. Super Scott and McBaine try pure power to pry him off, but it isn't getting them very far.] OA: Arcola is STILL in there, folks! It's been nearly SIXTEEN MINUTES straight for the former IWF/WOW World Champion and the winner of the two thousand Independence Day Rumble! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [The screeching guitars of "A New Level" by Pantera begin to play over the loudspeakers.] [POP!!!] OA: Chad Allen storms in at number ten, and you can bet he's bringing the attack with him! [From behind the curtain steps the "Jester" Chad Allen of yesterday. He wears his usual singlet, but his face is painted like the wicked clown we all know and love.] [2:00] OA: We're one third of the way through the entrants now! Ten men have entered thus far, and eight remain with a whopping TWENTY more ahead of us. [Allen rolls into the ring and heads right over to Scott, McBaine and Arcola.] OA: Chad Allen painting a big bullseye on Super Scott right away! BIG backdrop! CC: Pietka just slipped through Michaels fingers! OA: Pietka is out of harm's way for the time being, but we can't say the same for Hades. Temple has him against the ropes. [He turns Hades to face the crowd, then presses his forehead down on the top rope, running it from post to post.] CC: That burns to even watch! OA: Arcola throws a kick! CAUGHT BY McBAINE! "CRACK!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ARCOLA CONNECTS WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!! [McBaine slumps to the mat where Arcola lays almost right beside him, trying to catch his breath.] CC: Arcola's approaching the twenty minute mark, and just think, to win this thing he'll have to last another 40 minutes plus! I don't think that's possible. OA: It HAS happened before. The first rumble in I-Slash history was won by The Angel of Death who entered at number one, and in a FORTY man rumble. He went eighty-eight minutes to get the win. And it was just LAST YEAR that "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock entered the rumble at number one and last to the very end, only to be eliminated by Razor Ron Jeremy. CC: Fine, but this is Justin Arcola we're talking about here, not someone good ... or straight. OA: Just as a note while we're mentioning the first Rumble, did you know Cordell that there are three men in this Rumble that were also in the first Rumble? CC: Three? We have three guys that old? OA: It was only six years ago. I'll give you some time to wrap your head around that one. Chad Allen is making it a priority now, it seems, to eliminate Super Scott, but Scott is using that freakish height to his advantage. CC: Temple is on the other side trying to send Hades packing, but the "God of Wrestling" is resisting with just as much force as Temple is exerting. [1:00] OA: Michaels has Arcola in the corner, and he BLISTERS him with a knife edge chop! He's been surprisingly aggressive in this rumble, and you've gotta wonder if having Lisa Nelson cheering him on has given him a renewed sense of confidence. [In another corner, Pietka grabs the ropes and presses his knee firmly into the side of a seated McBaine's head.] OA: Any luck with that trivia question yet? CC: I'm thinking, dude. OA: Michaels looking to suplex Arcola out of the corner, but Arcola floats over his back! [He captures ITM with a standing dragon sleeper, then rotates his body as if he were delivering a Rude Awakening.] "BOOM!!!" OA: SAMOAN BULLDOG BY ARCOLA! CC: You're missing it just a few feet away! Hades and Temple are tearin' it up! OA: Hades drills an elbow into Temple's jaw! Temple fires back, but Hades ducks and flattens him with a clothesline! There's action all over the place! Pietka has McBaine in trouble on the ropes now. Allen whips Super Scott to the ropes ... Super nearly goes over on momentum alone, but latches on to the top rope! Allen charges! [Super bows down, ready to back body drop Allen over the top.] OA: Allen stops and punts Super Scott right in the sternum! CC: Super telegraphed it, and Allen made him pay. Oh, and Coop has to be one of the answers to your little trivia question. OA: That's right, Coop is one of the three. McBaine just fought himself free from Pietka's offense! [He picks Pietka up with what looks like a flapjack attempt, falling back toward the ropes.] OA: STUNGUN! Pietka's fortunate he didn't land just a little further back, or Francine might be spitting his name over the mic right now. CC: He's lucky to still be in there, but he may have preferred exiting the match over getting dropped neck first on the top rope! [:30] OA: Thirty seconds to our eleventh entry. Michaels is getting u-- NO! ARCOLA CLOBBERS HIM WITH A KNEE TO THE SKULL! [ITM falls blindly through the ropes.] CC: MICHAELS HITS THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! OA: But he's still in the match, he didn't go over the top rope! Michael Hall is over there checking on Trace, letting him know he needs to get up and get back in the ring, but ITM is still quite groggy from that knee. CC: RRJ? OA: RRJ what? CC: Was he in the first rumble? OA: No. CC: Damn. OA: Hades with Temple now. "BOOM!!" OA: JUMPING PILEDRIVER! High impact move, and Temple is on the brink now! Chad Allen looks like he's trying for a slam on Super Scott, but he gets clubbed across the shoulderblades! [Super Scott lifts Allen into a stalled vertical suplex, and then ... ] "BOOM!!" OA: SUPER SCOTT WITH A JACKHAMMER! CC: Was Travers here in 1997? OA: Nope, not him either. Trace Michaels pulling himself back onto the apron, and waiting for him is Justin Arcola! CC: Welcome back runt. [Arcola reaches over the top rope, wrapping his arms around ITM's upper body.] "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING! [Arcola stays on his back, unable to immediately return to his feet.] "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing" By Chris Isaak blazes over the PA system like a rocket.] ["WE JUST WANNA PIMP SLAP HIM!" HEAT!!] CC: Sex Appeal's Marty Powell is number eleven!! [Through the portal comes Marty Powell, all 6'0 and 220 pounds of him! He's got on a pair of "psychedelic" tights, w/ white wrestling boots. His long blond hair hanging over his shoulders. He raises his arms, hopping down the aisle towards the ring.] [2:00] OA: And he is in absolutely no rush to hit the ring! CC: Can you blame him, bro man? Why waste energy running to the ring? This aint no forty meter dash. It's a marathon. OA: Bro man? Give me a bre-- Wait now, Super Scott fires Chad Allen into the ropes. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: HADES PULLED DOWN THE TOP ROPE AND CHAD ALLEN WENT OVER AND HIT THE FLOOR!!! FRANCINE: "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN has been eliminated! OA: So just like that, and before Marty Powell even hit the ring, we're back to eight men. Super Scott props Trace Michaels up in the corner, and he's talking to him about something. I think he's asking him if he's alright! CC: Why the hell is Super Scott concerned for Trace Michaels? [POP!!!] OA: I guess he ISN'T! Super just clocked ITM with a back elbow to the jaw! And another! And there's a knee to the stomach! Forearm to the jaw! Justin Arcola and Hades are locking horns now. Hades rakes the eyes of Arcola, who has now been in the ring for over eighteen minutes, and not an easy eighteen minutes either. CC: Is it ever easy? OA: There's no such thing as an easy minute in this business. Temple and McBaine have paired off, and McBaine is looking to eliminate Temple! [Temple sits on the top rope, blocking and landing a few shots on McBaine who's standing between his legs. McBaine finally lands on, knocking Temple to the side and upside down, NEARLY taking him out, but his leg twines the top and middle ropes.] OA: Marty Powell is finally in the ring, and he's sticking it to Dave Pietka! Funny how he went for the guy that was laying on the mat. CC: That's smart, dude! [Temple uses his upper body strength to rise back up. He sits on the turnbuckle once again and blocks another right, then striking with a headbutt to the nose.] OA: MY GOD! TEMPLE'S BITING THE BRIDGE OF McBAINE'S NOSE, JUST LIKE HE DID TO JUSTIN ARCOLA LAST NIGHT! HE'S FIGHTING AND _BITING_ TO STAY IN THIS MATCH! CC: That'll put a leash on McBaine, at least for a little bit. OA: So you got an answer for me yet? CC: No, who are they? OA: Well you already got Coop, the other two are Hades. CC: He's right in my face too. Damn. Who's the other? OA: Rob Magnum. CC: He was here in 1997? OA: He was indeed. [Powell stands Pietka up only to have Pietka turn him into the corner and pound away.] OA: Arcola just face planted Hades with a rocker dropper! CC: Take a look at this! Caleb Temple has McBaine in the middle of the ring right now! Those two have been demolishing each other! "BOOM!!" OA: SWINGING NECKBREAKER! [Temple comes up, bounces off the ropes, dropping a knife edge chop across McBaine's throat.] [1:00] OA: One minute removed from our next entrant. Michaels is in trouble again in the near corner. Super Scott has him nearly over the top rope, but ITM is holding him at bay. Wait ... [POP!!!] OA: ... ITM WITH A HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN! He's up! He climbs the ropes! CC: That's a stupid place to be in a match like this! OA: What's he gonna-- [POP!!!] OA: ... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ON TEMPLE AND MCBAINE!! CC: I wouldn't have done that if I were him! OA: Arcola and Hades have separated, and now Hades grabs McBaine at an opportune time! [He pushes McBaine into a corner.] "SMACK!!" "WWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Hades firing him up with a chop! CC: WHY do the fans do that when EVERY chop? [Hardy har!] OA: I have no idea. Arcola with Temple now ... "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ... BUT TEMPLE REACHES DOWN LOW! He shoves Arcola into the corner! Charges! "CLANG!!" OA: AND CRUSHES HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! The bad blood from the winner take all mach has NOT subsided! [Arcola slumps to his butt in the corner. Arms resting on the middle ropes. Temple backs away, and makes a mad dash back to the corner.] OA: TEMPLE WITH A KNEE, SQUARE IN THE JAW! [:30] CC: You know, if Temple knocks Arcola's teeth out, his boyfriend will be happy. OA: I ... forget it, I give up. Michaels is TRYING to get Super Scott off his feet over there, but Marty Powell interjects! Michaels with an about face, and Powell swings wildly! Michaels ducks! ATOMIC DROP! [POP!!!] OA: AND PIETKA FLOORS POWELL WITH A CLOTHESLINE! [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: DREAMKICK TO PIETKA AS HE WAS FOLLOWING THROUGH!! "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SUPER SCOTTS SPEARS MICHAELS!! CC: WOW! OA: Bodies are strewn EVERYWHERE as we anticipate our next entrant! [Hades softens McBaine up a little more in the corner, draping one leg over the top rope, but unable to reposition the other.] "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!" [Sounds of gunfire reverberate throughout the arena as the opening guitarpart starts up to "One" by Metallica. A HUGE mixed pop hits the arena.] CC: It's the "Madfox"! OA: Jeff Matthews, a former world champion! CC: The ORIGINAL "Career Killer"! #I can't remember anything, can't tell if this is true or dream. #Deep down inside I feel the scream, this terrible silence stops me. #Now that the war is through with me, I'm waking up I can not see. #That there's not much left of me, nothing is real but pain now [The crowd joins in on..] #HOLD MY BREATH AS I WISH FOR DEATH... OH PLEASE GOD WAKE ME! [Out from behind the curtain, steps out Jeff Matthews, decked out in his ring attire which consists of crimson colored wrestling tights and high, laced up black boots. Jeff's body is still covered with the tattoos of Temple and the scars which he has endured over the last year or so, during his extreme binge. Jeff slowly places the black elbow pads on and methodically makes his way to the ring, every so often looking to the crowd.] OA: Matthews is looking to make a mark on the I-Slash just as he has the rest of the wrestling world, and this is his chance. CC: That Unified World Title shot could fall in ANYONE'S hands tonight, Ambrose. Hell, Cardiac could walk out of this ring and straight into the main event of our next pay-per-view. [2:00] OA: Matthews wastes no time hitting the ring. [POP!!!] CC: HE GOES STRAIGHT FOR CALEB TEMPLE! OA: Re-opening old wounds! Arcola takes a rest now as Matthews and Temple go back and forth! [Matthews barrels into Temple from the side, shoulderblocking him into the nearest corner and following up with a downpour of right hands. Temple's head snaps repeatedly from Matthews' fist to his right shoulder.] CC: Arcola needs the rest too if he's gonna go all the way and win this thing. It's TWENTY MINUTES now he's been in there! [Super Scott has ITM on the apron, clinging to the bottom rope, as he tries to press him off with the heel of his boot. Pietka and Powell are still down on the mat, and Hades and McBaine are slugging it out in a corner. Arcola squats in a corner catching his breath.] OA: Matthews and Temple are tearing into each other! [Temple spins Matthews around, pressing him into the same corner now. He squeezes the trigger on a succession of shoulderblocks into the abdomen.] CC: The ring is starting to fill up, and that makes things much more dangerous for the guys involved. The less guys there are in the ring, the easier it is for the competitors to keep track of the others in the ring with them. When it fills up, it's more likely someone will get blind sided and tossed out by someone they never even see. [ITM has worked his way back into the ring, only to be thrown into the corner once again by Super Scott.] OA: Super Scott choking Michaels into the corner now with one of those huge boots of his. Marty Powell is finally up after that clothesline from Pietka. [Pietka finally stands as well, after the Dreamkick. He rotates just in time for Powell to exact some revenge.] OA: Powell this time clotheslines Pietka! PIETKA STUMBLES INTO THE ROPES!! [Anticipation POP!!] CC: He just about went over! OA: He's not out of the weeds yet! Pietka holding on! Powell coming to close the deal ... [POP!!] OA: ... but Pietka regains balance and sticks a boot in Powell's jaw! He scoops Powell over the shoulder! PIETKA'S GOT HIM ON THE VERGE OF ELIMINATION! Powell's go the top rope, and Pietka can't get him over! Pietka pulls him around ... "BOOM!!!" OA: ... RUNNING POWERSLAM IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! CC: If he's too strong to throw out, soften him up. [1:00] [Matthews has Temple in a fireman's carry, back to the crowd trying to dump him over the top. Temple gripes the top rope with a free hand, trying to hang on.] OA: Matthews trying to dump his long time rival and general pain in the ass. [Temple reaches under Matthews arm and reaches around to his face.] OA: Temple rakes the eyes, and Matthews has to drop him! [Temple grabs onto the top rope as his feet hit the apron, and waits as Matthews turns around.] OA: SLINGSHOT SPINNING HEEL KICK DROPS MATTHEWS!! CC: But Hades just grabbed Temple as he was getting up! "BOOM!" OA: SINGLE ARM DDT!! Now it's McBaine joining the party, and he DRIVES a knee into Matthews' throat! CC: Anyone who can get a shot in on anyone else is taking it, and that's good because that's the way it's supposed to be. OA: Super Scott working over the jaw of Michaels in the corner. He hasn't given Michaels one break! [POP!!] OA: Trace ducks a forearm and turns Scott into the corner! AND NOW HE'S GOING INSANE ON SUPER SCOTT! STANDING DROPKICK TO THE JAW! CC: Did you see that elevation!? [Super slumps down to his knees where ITM serves him up a series of kicks to the head.] CC: Ingrate! There goes his meeting with DTP! OA: Like he would have gotten it anyway! Pietka has Marty Powell set up in the middle of the ring now. POWER BO-- NO! POWELL REVERSES WITH A HURRICANRANA! To his feet ... AND POWELL TAKES A FLYING FOREARM FROM CALEB TEMPLE!! [:30] CC: Where'd he come from!? OA: He must have turned the tables on Hades. Hades is clutching at his throat on the mat. Who knows WHAT that maniac did to him! CC: Temple's not a MANIAC! He's certainly unique, mind you ... OA: McBaine has Matthews pinned to the mat, and he's choking him with all he's worth! Matthews fighting back, wriggling to get himself free ... [POP!!!] OA: ... MATTHEWS SLIPPED OUT FROM UNDER MCBAINE AND GOT HIM IN A REVERSE ARM BAR!! Now it's McBaine who's got to deal with the pain! McBaine is working to his knees ... OH MY!! He just somehow lifted Matthews off the canvas! He's holding him up... "BOOM!!!" OA: SIDE SUPLEX!! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [No music. No smoke or mirrors. "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder simply emerges from beneath the I-Sore to an initial pop, and then we remember what he's really like.] [BOO THIS MAN!!] OA: IT'S THE "LONE WOLF"!! BRODY THUNDER IS NUMBER THIRTEEN! CC: Unlucky thirteen for any man in that ring! [2:00] OA: One of the biggest names in wrestling history is walking our aisle to compete in the Judgment Day Rumble! CC: You're damn right Ambrose, and he's a big time threat to win this thing. OA: Thunder hits the ring and the first man he aims his horns at is Caleb Temple!! [LEGENDS COLLIDE POP!!] OA: Thunder drills Temple with a booming right hand!! McBaine wanders too close and Thunder nails HIM as well!! Thunder bull rushes McBaine into the corner, and he's driving his shoulder into his midsection!! Temple gets up and grabs Matthews. CC: I don't know if he wants anymore to do with Thunder! OA: Temple lifts Matthews to his feet. Side waistlock. "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! CC: Who'd have ever thought they'd see Caleb Temple, Jeff Matthews, Bad Eye McBaine, and Brody Thunder in an I-Slash ring all at the same time? OA: Michaels and Super Scott STILL hammering out their issue. ITM works on getting Super out of everyone's hair, and now Marty Powell offers his services. Pietka and Hades struggling with each other against the ropes, each trying to gain an advantage. We've got ten men in the ring right now! Justin Arcola is just pulling himself to his feet, having gotten a HUGE breather, and he's moving over to Thunder and McBaine! Arcola spins Thunder around and drills him with a European uppercut! CC: Arcola should have stayed down. He had an opportunity to get some more rest, but instead he's gotten right back into the fight, and he picked the two biggest dogs to flash his canines at. OA: He's a competitor, Crane. The fight is in his blood! CC: He's an idiot! OA: Justin Arcola saved this company last night! How can you say that? CC: Hey, I can appreciate what he did, but he's still a meathead. OA: Arcola goes after McBaine in the corner now, and Thunder moves away, turning his attention to Hades. Pietka joins him. Thunder and Pietka are double teaming Hades now! Both men pummeling him with rights! Wait! THUNDER GRABS PIETKA! "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: DDT! Not QUITE a Widowmaker! CC: Thunder's not making any friends in there. He's here to win. OA: It was evident he's not here to make friends when he threw a big stink over Billy Rock apparently using up some of his time. Super Scott is still fighting off the attempt of Michaels and Powell to get him over the top rope. Powell up on that middle turnbuckle, saddling Super Scott with right hands! But Super knees Michaels out of the way! He's got Powell in a precarious position! "BOOM!!!!" OA: RUNNING SIT OUT POWERBOMB!! [1:00] CC: Ouch! OA: Thunder with a knee to the midsection of Hades, who is still trapped in the corner. Trace Michaels changes gears, dropping the boots on Dave Pietka now. [GASP!!] OA: PIETKA PULLS ITM'S TIGHTS AND HE SAILS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! [POP!!!!] CC: But he holds on! How did he manage THAT!? OA: ITM rolls back in under the bottom rope after somehow landing on the apron, and he's kneeling beside Pietka, pounding him in the head! This is just one massive brawl in there with guys trying to soften each other up. Conventional wrestling moves are almost completely out the window. CC: It's not like there's a hell of a lot of room to do anything with ten guys in the ring. [Super Scott grabs Powell by the back of the head and tries to toss him out, but Powell is able to grab the middle rope and stop the momentum.] OA: Powell almost got sent to the back there. Super Scott pulls Powell away from the ropes and whips him to the other side of the ring, right at Thunder and Hades! Thunder sees him coming and moves! Powell collides with Hades! [Powell falls backwards as Hades topples forward, headbutting Powell right in the groin!] Male Fans: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!" [:30] OA: Super Scott lumbers across the ring and takes a swing at Thunder! "Lone Wolf" ducks! Boot to the breadbasket! SWINGING NECKBREAKER! CC: There's a conventional move for ya. OA: Arcola keeps working on McBaine, but the big man is holding on. It may take more than one man to get that monster out of this rumble! CC: No doubt. Arcola is skilled, but he's not huge. He needs some more muscle to just power McBaine out of here! Someone ELSE'S muscle. OA: Pietka has the tide turned on Michaels now, and ITM is once again on the brink of being tossed out of this rumble! The same can be said for Jeff Matthews, who's trying to resist the physical influence of Caleb Temple! And now Brody Thunder is trying to power Super Scott out of the ring! There's an attempted elimination happening on all four sides of the ring right now, and with ten men in the ring, you gotta believe someone is going to get caught soon... "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Diamonds and Guns" by the Transplants blares throughout the arena, and before too long, Derek Irvin makes his way from beneath the I- Sore to a HEEL POP!] OA: There's Nate McMannis's replacement! We heard from him earlier, "Deadly" Derek Irvin! #BARS CUT OFF AND SENDING ME HOME# #I'VE TAKEN MORE SHOTS THAN KARL MALONE# #BATTLE LOOMS# #YOUR DOOM# #INJUSTICE - INTOMBED# #WHO GONNA FIND THEM# #WHEN THE TIME COMES# [Irvin raises his arms in the air to another heel pop, before slowly making his way down the ramp and towards the ring.] #DIAMONDS AND GUNS# #DIAMONDS AND GUNS# CC: And if you haven't heard of this guy, you've probably been living on the outskirts of civilization for the past few years. Which is where we're holding Egos and Icons this year! [2:00] OA: Here comes one of the most hated men in the wrestling spectrum. CC: Fans hate him? They're tasteless. I like him already! OA: I should note that Irvin and Jeff Matthews have a relationship that spawned in EMWC. It'll be interesting to see how they interact. OA: Irvin climbs right in and he goes after Caleb Temple! Matthews is safe for the time being as Irvin rakes the eyes of the "Devil Himself" and drives a knee into his mid-section! CC: Powell is finally back up, and he drives a forearm to the back of Dave Pietka. Trace Michaels comes over to lend a hand. "BOOM!!" CC: DOUBLE SUPLEX! The amazing thing about that move is that they found room to do it! OA: HADES CLOTHESLINES POWELL FROM BEHIND AND HE'S OVER THE TOP ROPE AND GONE!! [POP!!!!] CC: No he's not! No he's not! OA: You're right! Michael Hall was right there, and he's signaling Powell's feet didn't touch the floor! But he's still in trouble! Hades is trying to swat him off the apron! MICHAELS FROM BEHIND, AND NOW HADES IS ALMOST GONE! CC: Powell rolls back in! That was a CLOSE call for Marty Powell! OA: Now Powell is helping Michaels with Hades, but Hades has gotten his right foot hooked on the bottom rope, and it's locked in! CC: Now all he has to do is hold on for dear life. OA: Michaels and Powell continue to work on Hades. Brody Thunder and Super Scott have separated, and now Thunder is assisting Arcola with McBaine! McBaine is in a lot of trouble now! Jeff Matthews sprints over, and he clobbers Thunder with a running forearm from behind! McBaine gets his feet on the mat, and drives his elbow into the back of Arcola's head! CC: Matthews must not have noticed that Thunder and Arcola had McBaine in trouble. OA: Or he saw an opportunity to take out Thunder when he wasn't looking, but regardless it didn't work and there are still eleven men in the ring. Super Scott just drilled Marty Powell with a kick to the ribs, allowing Hades to slip through ITM's fingers! [1:00] OA: Derek Irvin and Caleb Temple continue their struggle on the far side. Dave Pietka makes his way over, and he's helping Irvin. But Temple resists! He jabs Pietka in the eye, and delivers a chop to the throat of Derek Irvin! [Pietka walks along the ropes trying to get his vision back, and bumps into Arcola.] "BOOM!!" OA: ARCOLA WITH A CRADLE SUPLEX ON DAVE PIETKA!! CC: All that because poor Dave couldn't see. Arcola's such a dick. OA: Hades has Michaels proppped up in the corner. "WWWHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Knife Edge!! "WWWHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: There's another! CC: More of that damned whooing for knife edge chops... What the hell? OA: Super Scott has a hold of Marty Powell in the center of the ring ... "SLAP!!" "BOOM!!!" OA: SIDE EFFECT! Wow, that's a pretty fancy move for Super Scott! CC: That wasn't called for! OA: Neither were the hundreds of homosexual jokes you've laid on Arcola during this match! CC: That's different. OA: How so? CC: My stuff was funny. OA: Speaking of Justin Arcola, he has Pietka subdued with an STF! Pietka is tapping like a madman, but Arcola isn't letting him go! CC: He should! Be a sportsman for once, fancy boy! OA: FANCY boy? CC: Oh yeah, he's a RRRREAL DANDY! [:30] OA: Hades scoops Michaels up over his shoulder, carrying to centerstage ... and delivers a shoulder breaker! CC: Well if he can't use his arm, he can't reach out for those ropes and keep himself in the ring. OA: Very true. Arcola just released Pietka. Pulling him up now and-- LOW BLOW BY PIETKA! [Arcola slumps to the mat in pain, right beside an equally pained Pietka.] CC: I don't know that that pain has ANY equal. OA: Another good point. Thunder fires Matthews to the ropes. Matthews rebounds ... "BOOM!!" OA: ... POWERSLAM BY THUNDER!! McBaine is out of the corner now, and he's joining Derek Irvin in attacking Caleb Temple! But now McBaine grabs Irvin , and surprises him with a forearm! McBaine hooks him up ... "THUD!!" OA: ... OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! CC: AND IRVIN LANDED ON JEFF MATTHEWS!! [Cool spot POP!!] "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers loudly.] OA: Here comes one half of the former tag team champions! [Demolisher strides to the ring. His tights are black, with white markings, and his name emblazoned on the right leg. He looks around at the crowd briefly, then raises his right fist in the air as the crowd cheers.] OA: And it's Demolisher! We still await the arrival of his partner, Overkill. [2:00] CC: Do you realize that if the Killing Machines fused into one man with Paul Kiljoy, they would be Depaulisher Overkilljoy? OA: You've got WAY too much time on your hands. CC: AND the blood of innocent women and children! OA: WHAT? Nevermind! Demolisher is wasting no time getting to the ring, and I bet you know what direction he's headed in! Demolisher hits the ring, AND MAKES A BEE-LINE FOR HADES! Demolisher's out to get some revenge for losing the tag team titles last night!! Hades sees him coming, and look at them go!! [POP!! POP!!] CC: I take it there's some bad blood. OA: Hades and Demolisher are jockeying for position the ropes! Just LEVELING each other with-- WAIT A SECOND!! [ELIMINATION POP!!] OA: HADES AND DEMOLISHER WERE _BOTH_ JUST DUMPED OUT OF THE RING, COURTESY OF BRODY THUNDER!!! FRANCINE: HADES _and_ DEMOLISHER have been eliminated! CC: It's like I said earlier Owen, the more guys in the ring, the greater the likelihood of being surprised and thrown out. Hades and Demolisher were too busy fighting each other to notice that Thunder had snuck up on them, and they paid the price! OA: We were at twelve for a brief time, and now we're at ten once more. It's jam packed in there! Temple and McBaine are STILL at each other's throats in the corner. Pietka lifts Arcola ... BUT ARCOLA RETURNS THE FAVOUR ON PIETKA WITH A LOW BLOW!! [Arcola takes the opportunity to apply a standing headscissors and wrangle Pietka's arms behind his back.] "___ BOOM ___ !!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!] OA: ___ ARCOLA DRIVER ___ !!! CC: Pietka's in some serious trouble! OA: Arcola lifts Pietka ... AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! FRANCINE: DAVE PIETKA has been eliminated! OA: We went all that time with no one getting tossed out, and now three have bitten the dust in less than one minute! And Arcola's STILL in there! CC: Guys are starting to get a little tired. Arcola's been in the ring for almost thirty minutes, Pietka was the third guy in, so he was only in for two minutes less. OA: Brody Thunder and Super Scott are back in each other's face. Scott drives a knee into the stomach of Thunder! And he slams Thunder's head right into his knee! [1:00] OA: Jeff Matthews is trying to hold on as Bad Eye McBaine tries to force him over, but Matthews throws and elbow and breaks free! Matthews moves to the side of McBaine and drills him with a right hand, and ... [ELIMINATION POP!!!!] OA: ... AND MY GOD, MATTHEWS IS GONE!!! FRANCINE: JEFF MATTHEWS has been eliminated! OA: Derek Irvin blindsided Matthews with a dropkick from behind! CC: Wasn't he suppose to be Matthews' protege` or something? OA: Or something. We're down to eight men now. The herd thinning out. We have Justin Arcola, who entered at NUMBER TWO, Bad Eye McBaine who entered at number five, Trace Michaels at six, Super Scott at seven, Caleb Temple at nine, Marty Powell at eleven, Brody Thunder at thirteen, and Derek Irvin at fourteen. CC: And I say with no remorse that you will NEVER see another collection of talent like this in the same ring again, and we're only halfway done! [:30] OA: Marty Powell and Michaels are back at it now, struggling to put the other out. These two have actually been teaming up for the majority of Powell's time in there, but certainly there are no friends are guarantees in the Judgement Day Rumble. Super Scott and Derek Irvin have paired off, as have McBaine and Thunder, and now Arcola and Temple. CC: McBaine is damn near making Thunder eat his fist, but a kick to the ribs by Thunder ends that barrage, and now Thunder is returning the favour! This is like an elaborate street fight. It's all about the World Title, and survival! OA: Scott knees Irvin in the ribs, and again! And now he's working on getting DDI out of here. CC: Marty Powell pulls ITM out of the corner and whips him to the ropes. OA: KNEE TO THE STOMACH, AND ITM DOES A FULL THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREE FLIP!! What impact there!! CC: That knocked the wind right out of him! [Temple has Arcola stretched out along the ropes. He cocks back to unload a malicious right.] [__ BIG __ ELIMINATION POP!!!] OA: CALEB TEMPLE IS GONE!! TEMPLE IS _OUT_! FRANCINE: CALEB TEMPLE has been eliminated! OA: It was either him or Arcola, and you can see who's still in there! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Requiem Dies Mass Irae" by Verdi blasts over the PA system.] CC: HELL YEAH! We got a GIANT killer on the way! [Two midgets pull back the curtains revealing the pearly yellow of TripleV. Viper wears a black, snakeskin suit, with a black shirt, and a red, silk tie, down which reads "I s l a s h." His appearance is met by a chorus of boos. Vile sneers as a tomato hits him in the back of the head. Swinging around, VVV starts to flip off the offending fan, just in time to duck a full bear can. Delighted with his luck, Vile smiles fiendishly at a small child in the front row, the kid burs ts into tears. Smiling even broader, VVV satan struts up the steel steps, all in sync with the music, into the ring.] OA: This man offends every sense in my body. [2:00] CC: He's the man who put down Rob Magnum! How can you not be inspired by a David and Goliath story like that? OA: He cheated like a lonely housewife to get the job done! I need to mention that Vince Viper is number sixteen, which means we could see Gunnar Gaines enter this thing at ANY time now. And having lost their title matches on day one, Eric Travers and Paul Kiljoy will join us somewhere between twenty and thirty. [Viper steps through the ropes, licking his chops with all the possibilities before him, and then a decision is made.] OA: Aaaaaand Vince Viper plays dead. Well make yourself comfortable! [Seriously. He just spread out flat on his back as if he'd been shot.] CC: Hey, sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight. Seriously, who's gonna want to touch him long enough to peel him off the mat? OA: You have an alarmingly valid point. [Super Scott as DDI spread across the top turnbuckle, head resting on his chest as he digs down to heave him over the top. Irvin, however, is going nowhere with one leg wound around the top rope and an ankle hooked on the middle. Not to mention his arms latched around the top rope.] OA: Super Scott having no luck over in his corner of the world, but Bad Eye McBaine and Brody Thunder are having the time of their lives out there! [McBaine scoops Thunder over his shoulder, intended to shoot him headfirst over the top. Instead, Thunder slides down his back and locks on a sleeper.] CC: Now THAT'S using your noodle! Why hasn't anyone else thought of that? OA: I guess that's why Brody Thunder is called a legend, Cordell. Certainly if he can fluff McBaine's pillow for him, it's not going to be much of a task to see him to the door. But it's not going to be that easy! McBaine throws an elbow! Another one! And third, all three catching Thunder in the ribs! [Thunder releases the hold and McBaine scoops him up at the side with one arm.] "BOOM!!!" OA: SIDE SLAM! McBaine leaves Thunder to think about it ... [POP!!] OA: AND GOES RIGHT BACK AFTER ARCOLA! Looking to finish the job he started in the parking lot earlier tonight! CC: It's obvious that McBaine HATES anything that benefits Brian Nelson at this point, and Justin Arcola is numero uno on that list! The I-Slash is Nelson's LIFE, and Arcola is the so-called "Pride" of that very thing. [He has Arcola's back against the ropes, rattling his head from both sides with two big meathooks.] OA: McBaine boxing Arcola's ears! [1:00] [He grabs Arcola by the ears and jerks his face right into his own oncoming forehead.] OA: That headbutt just took Arcola to his knees! How much more can he withstand!? CC: We're coming up on thirty minutes even for Arcola. That's thirty consecutive minutes of PUNISHMENT he's taken since the very beginning. OA: Add on top of that last night's EPIC winner take all match and the beating from McBaine he sustained earlier tonight, and it's a MIRACLE he's even standing! McBaine sends him for the ride ... [Arcola rebounds with a cross body block, but McBaine catches him. He suddenly releases Arcola's legs, swinging them around to the other side while lunging forward with an arm still around his neck.] "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!" OA: ... and CRUSHES him on the deflection with a modified uranage! CC: He's got to dispose of Arcola right now! He can't give that man a chance to recover! [POP!!!] OA: HE'S NOT GONNA GET THE CHANCE! BRODY THUNDER RETALIATES WITH A BULLDOG! [Thunder sits upright next to the face down McBaine. Next to McBaine is a prone Justin Arcola. Near him ... a possum playing Vile Vince Viper.] CC: The bodies are stacking up like firewood, Ambrose. [:30] OA: And we've got just thirty seconds until another one is thrown on the fire. [Powell has taken control of the struggle with ITM, whipping him from one corner, along the ropes, and into the other.] OA: Powell with a mad dash toward Michaels! "CLANG!" OA: NOBODY HOME! [ITM whirls Powell around grabs the top of his head, placing his own head beneath Powell's jaw.] "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!" CC: SIT-OUT JAWBREAKER! [Powell falls into the ropes, his arms narrowly avoiding being tangled up. ITM slams his foot once against the canvas and gallops toward him.] OA: DREAMKICK'S GONNA TAKE POWELL OUT! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!" CC: NO! POWELL SNAGGED THE ANKLE! [He yanks ITM into his arms, hooking his leg and head over each shoulder.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "THUD!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: MY GOD, CAPTURE SUPLEX OVER THE TOP! CC: Michaels' night is OVER! FRANCINE: "IDOLIZER" TRACE MICHAELS has been eliminated! OA: And that is a shame for Trace, but at least he gets to walk back into the arms of Lisa Nelson who's going to love him no matter what. CC: Until something better comes along, like DTP, the REAL deal! "FIVE!!" OA: Something IS about to come along, but it's not DTP and I don't know how much better it is. "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers loudly.] OA: It's OVERKILL, the other half of the Killing Machines! CC: Well he can't count on his buddy to bail him out of any jams tonight. Demolisher's already been wasted. OA: That nickel HAS been spent. [Overkill walks down to the ring, slowly, wearing full length black wrestling pants and boots. His tights now have white markings down the left leg, and the word "OVERKILL" is emblazoned in his right leg.] [2:00] OA: Overkill slides in, and wouldn't you know it, he yanks Viper off the mat! CC: What doesn't this buffoon understand? Can't he see that Viper was perfectly comfortable down there? OA: On his back? I'd suggest he get use to that. Overkill pounds Viper's head against the top turnbuckle! [The crowd counts each one off.] "ONE!!" "TWO!!" "THREE!!" "FOUR!!" [Viper falls to his knees as Overkill takes his head to the middle turnbuckle.] OA: Going down! "FIVE!!" "SIX!!" "SEVEN!!" "EIGHT!!" "NINE!!" [Viper's body bottoms out until his face is now on the bottom turnbuckle. Overkill grabs the top rope and looks around, then lifts his boot and brings it down HARD on the back of Viper's head.] "TEN!!" [WE CAN COUNT POP!!!] CC: Yeah, yeah. Quite a performance from Overkill. He beat up a sleepy old man! OA: Overkill pools his efforts in with Super Scott now who seems to have _devoted_ himself to eliminating "Deadly" Derek Irvin. Funny that Overkill, one half of the team who defeated Super Cool for the tag team titles, is now offering his assistance. [Irvin sits on the second turnbuckle as Super drives repeated elbows into the top of his head. Finally Overkill joins in, grabbing one leg. Super grabs the other and the two make a concentrated effort to send the cruiserweight walking.] [1:00] CC: You know, Irvin's NOT that big of a guy. He's really showing a lot of perseverence by withstanding Super Scott's, who's a whopping six-nine, attempts to just shew him out. [Super talks something over with Overkill, who nods and slugs DDI. Super Scott races to the ropes and comes trotting back. Overkill steps aside, seemingly waiting for something to pan out.] "CRACK!!" [ELIMINATION POP!!!] OA: DOUBLE-CROSS!! SUPER SCOTT DOUBLE-CROSSED OVERKILL!! [A replay in the smaller box at the bottom of the screen shows Super Scott turning his moment toward Overkill at the last second, driving a big boot through his face and sending him over the top.] FRANCINE: OVERKILL has been eliminated! CC: Thanks for playing our game, Overkill, there's a seat on the bench! OA: We're back down to seven men in there. For those of you scoring at home, it's Justin Arcola after thirty minutes. Bad Eye McBaine who's just around the twenty-six minute mark. Super Scott still in there. Marty Powell. Brody Thunder, and Vile Vince Viper. CC: Just think of the ones REMAINING, Ambrose. The last ten or so draws is like a who's who in the wrestling industry! [Vile Vince Viper shakes off the cobwebs and does the sportsmanlike thing. He hovers over Justin Arcola's nearly broken body like a vulture. Brody Thunder keeps tabs on McBaine in one corner, choking him with the tag rope. DDI still can't find a way off the ropes, as he now sits on the top rope, an exhausted Super Scott pressing the top of his head to Irvin's chest, while reaching up and choking him delicately.] OA: Marty Powell approaching Super Scott from behind now. AND HE CLIPS HIM! [Super doesn't fall, but stumbles back. Irvin spots his opening.] [:30] "BOOM!!" OA: DEREK IRVIN WITH A NECK-TIE CLOTHESLINE OFF THE ROPES, AND SUPER SCOTT IS DOWN! HE'S FLAT ON HIS BACK! [Irvin, not quite as winded as his tormenter, climbs out to the apron and scales the turnbuckles.] CC: Now Irvin's been around long enough to be considered a veteran I believe, but this is a dumbass rookie move! OA: Irvin's sittin' on the top of the world right now, and he ... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BA-BOOM!!!!" "OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!!" "OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!!" "OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!! OH-MY-GOD!!!!!" CC: THAT WAS ON OF _THE_ DAMNDEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN! OA: IRVIN PULLED OFF A _PRECISE_ SHOOTING STAR __ FROGSPLASH __ ON SUPER SCOTT!! [Irvin cradles his stomach near the ropes where the impact threw him.] "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Block Rockin' Beats" by Chemical Brothers plays over the loudspeakers.] CC: Here comes the Spotlight champion, folks! OA: He may have lost the girl, but he walked away arm in arm with what you know is most important to him. [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.] [2:00] OA: Rally hits the ring without hesitation! [Powell tries to catch him coming in with a clothesline, but Rally skirts it with a cartwheel.] CC: NICE move! OA: "Tigerheart" creatively avoiding Marty Powell. [Powell turns around.] OA: Rally takes him down with a standing wheel kick, and following up with a cyclone legdrop! [Rally kips up, impressing the crowd hard pressed to show him heat. Derek Irvin tries his hand, opting for a basic collar-and-elbow tie-up.] CC: Check out DDI going old school! OA: Rally takes the lead in this dance, pressing Irvin up against the cables. "FWAP!!" OA: Reverse knife-edge! "FWAP!!" OA: IRVIN ANSWERS BACK! "FWAP!!" OA: RALLY REPEATS HIMSELF! "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" "FWAP!!" [POP!! POP!!] OA: AND NOW THEY'RE JUST SHREDDING EACH OTHER!! CC: Look at both of their chests! Both of 'em have broken skin! [They stop briefly, coming nose to nose and jacking their jaws.] OA: Rally Jackson and Derek Irvin NOT getting along in DDI's debut here! [Rally's shocked to suddenly feel his arms locked above his head.] OA: THUNDER FROM BEHIND! "BOOM!!!" OA: FULL NELSON SLAM!! CC: He nearly brought the ring down! [Irvin pats Thunder on the shoulder for a job well done.] [1:00] OA: Irvin looks appreciative, but I don't think Thunder is too appreciative of being touched! [The "Lone Wolf" slowly turns, melting Irvin down in a smoldering glare.] "SMACK!!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" OA: Thunder COLD-HEARTEDLY smacks Irvin across the mouth! [Capitalizing on the fact that Irvin is stunned, Thunder kicks him in the gut, applying a front facelock and grabbing the waist of Irvin's tights.] CC: HERE COMES THE ... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "___ BOOM ___ !!!" [FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: ... __ WIDOWMAKER DDT __ !! OA: That's the move that's put Billy Rock mostly recently and SO MANY others in the dark! CC: Irvin's night is over! All Thunder's gotta do is-- "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!" CC: SCREW HEAD BACK ON! OA: That _MASTADON_ who just decapitated Thunder from behind is Bad Eye McBaine! [McBaine folds his arms along the ropes, nodding to the crowd and adjusting his eyepatch.] OA: Those two colossus's have been introducing themselves to each other all night. [In the meanwhile, Viper has intentionally tied Arcola's arms up in the ropes.] [:30] OA: Viper's got Arcola in a precarious situation here. And what are those things he's wearing? Snakeskin gloves? CC: It looks like it, but you know that nothing's what it seems when it comes to this young man. OA: YOUNG man? Viper's an artifact, Cordell. CC: And he doesn't look a DAY over two hundred and three! OA: I'll give you that. Viper slugs Arcola! Again! Again! And again! [Arcola's forehead, unnaturally for a few ordinary punches, opens up.] OA: Arcola's suddenly busted open! Viper only hit him a few times, though. How did ... wait a minute, Viper's got something built into those gloves! He's manipulating his poor taste in fashion to use a foreign object! CC: I happen to LIKE Viper's ta ... no. I know I'm suppose to disagree with you, but not even I can condone that man's fashion sense. OA: He could be wearing a too-too in there, the fact remains that he's hammering on Arcola and the "Pride of the I-Slash" is a bloody mess! [Arcola, barely able to lift his head, takes an aimless kick at Viper, who easily steps out of the way and drives his enhanced glove across his jaw.] OA: This perfectly within the rules, mind you all, but the fact that Viper feels like he has to HIDE IT ... therein lies the disgusting part. CC: Haha! I nearly forgot about that. This is perfectly legal and Viper's acting like he's spiking the punch at prom! OA: This is truly an absurd individual. "FIVE!!" OA: We are four seconds away from out nineteenth entry! "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns and Roses begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] [POP!! POP!! POP!!] OA: HERE COMES TREVOR STORM, THE MAN WHO WALKED THROUGH _HELL_ WITH DAVE PIETKA TO BECOME THE TWO-TIME INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! [Storm hits the entrance stage wearing loose fit khakis and black wrestling boots tucked neatly beneath the hem of the pants.] [2:00] CC: You know what a feather in the hat of Storm it would be to win the Judgement Day Rumble? Winning the Intercontinental title on day one, then earning himself a world title shot at the next pay-per-view. OA: The only man who even came close to doing that was Billy Rock, having won the Intercontinental title from Justin Arcola on day one of the event and coming back the next night to be _runner-up_ to Arcola! [Storm walks the aisle at a leisurely pace, a sinfully immoral grin dripping off his face as he moniters the action in the ring.] OA: Now that's a smile I wouldn't want to be responsible for. CC: The thing about Storm is that emotions aren't like the rest of us. You NEVER know what's behind a smile with him. What's behind a blank stare. What's behind what seems like _apathy_ on occassion. [Storm finally climbs into the ring and takes a look around.] OA: Storm surveying the scene and ... [He looks down at his feet, where Marty Powell is just now resting on all fours, recovering from the Rally Jackson wheel kick mere minutes ago.] OA: ... and Storm looks to the sky? He NODS?? [With a satisfied smile, Storm picks Powell up by the hair and bends him back, looking down into his eyes. The camera delves in as Storm says something] STORM: "Can you guess my name?" OA: Oh my. [He suddenly locks Powell angrily into a reverse facelock and grabs the waist of his trunks.] OA: INVERTED SUPLEX!! [ELIMINATION POP!!!] CC: DAMNATION! Powell cleared the top rope and smacked his FACE off the apron on the way down! [1:00] FRANCINE: MARTY POWELL has been eliminated! [Powell rolls around on the concrete floor, obviously in tears as a couple of referees check on him.] POWELL: "I CAN'T SEE! DON'T LOOK AT ME! I'M _HIDEOUS_! SHANE! SHAAAAAANE!" CC: He can't see! Powell's been BLINDED! OA: He can't SEE because his eyes are closed. [Viper untangles Arcola's arms, holding him up by the crop of hair on top, and cocks back to unload again.] [NICK OF TIME POP!!] OA: TREVOR STORM NAILS VIPER FROM BEHIND! [Arcola lowers a shoulder and hooks Viper around the knee as he stumbles forward. With all his strength he rises and Viper rolls over his back, over the top rope.] [ELIMINATION POP!!!] OA: VIPER IS GONE! What a one-two combo by Storm and Arcola! FRANCINE: VILE VINCE VIPER has been eliminated! [SAY IT AGAIN POP!!] OA: It looks like Trevor Storm is asking Arcola if he's okay! Are my eyes playing TRICKS on me? CC: This has got to be an illusion. [Arcola nods as Storm pats him on the shoulder, and then ... ] [SWERVE POP!!!] OA: _THAT'S_ BETTER! CC: Wait just a minute! ARCOLA just kicked STORM in his junk! Shouldn't that have been the other way around? OA: Hey, Arcola is too tired and grouchy to play the damsel in the distress. If he didn't act now you can bet Storm would've. [:30] OA: Arcola leaves Trevor to cough up his batch ... AND HEADS STRAIGHT FOR McBAINE AGAIN! [McBaine, still resting, sees Arcola on the way from over his shoulder. He turns, having enough time to wave Arcola on before a head-on collision.] [BLOOD FUED POP!!] CC: LOOK AT 'EM GO! It's like Arcola and McBaine just got their tenth wind! OA: Fists are pumping, and I can't even tell which ones belong to either man! [McBaine blocks a right, wrapping his arm around Arcola's head and slamming him in the gut with a heavy knee. He lowers Arcola's head and drives a rapid-fire series and lefts straight up.] OA: McBaine's just too strong! He's too powerful for-- WAIT A MINUTE! [Arcola, by some miracle, hoists McBaine off his feet into a backdrop position and walks backward toward the ropes.] [CROWD BUZZES!] CC: HE'S GOT McBAINE ON THE ROPES!! CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU'RE SEEING!? "AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!!" "AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!!" "AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!!" <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!!!!!" OA: TREVOR STORM JUST SAVED BAD EYE McBAINE'S SKIN! [Storm reached out, grabbing McBaine's ankles and pulled him forward, causing him to involuntarily bulldog Arcola.] CC: You gotta admit that was a pretty swank move on Storm's part though. He got a measure of revenge on Arcola. [The camera takes a moment to touch on each conflict around the ring. First we see Derek Irvin leaning through the middle rope, pulling up on the bottom as he presses his knee into the throat of Rally Jackson.] "FIVE!!" OA: If only Storm would realize this match isn't ABOUT revenge. It's about a shot at the Unified World Championship! [Super Scott takes advantage of Thunder's temporarily weakened state, holding the ropes and kicking him like a dog in one corner of the ring.] "FOUR!!" CC: Yet you continously splooge yourself everytime Arcola pisses in McBaine's Frankenberry. [Arcola ducks between the top and middle ropes, as Storm straddles his back, pulling his head back against the top rope while digging his fingers into both eyes.] "THREE!!" OA: That's PRECISELY why I'm not picking either of those two to be there at the end, I don't care HOW big of a name either one is. [McBaine rests on his knees, alone, leaning back on the middle rope.] "TWO!!" CC: There's something we haven't covered. Who IS your pick to win this thing? I've already gone on record as picking McBaine, and I stand by that even though he drew number five. "ONE!!" OA: Well, I guess it'd be ... [The crowd drowns out a version of "Sad But True" from Metallica's S&M album with a furnace of HEAT!] OA: ERIC TRAVERS! CC: You pick Travers?? OA: No! He's number twenty! [The crowd reacts loudly again as Eric Travers steps through the curtain, treating the crowd as if they didn't exist. He's switched from the black trunks he wore on day one to his traditional gold.] [2:00] CC: So you DON'T think he'll win? OA: He's got just as much of a chance as anyone. Probably a better chance with such a late draw, but the man is frustrated. The man is ANGRY, and last night he took a lot of that out on Nate McMannis! Hell, his attitude may have even repulsed Maverick enough to LEAVE the I-Slash! CC: Remind me to send Eric a thank you card. [Travers climbs into the ring and briskly walks over to Super Scott and Brody Thunder.] OA: It looks like ... Travers buries a knee into Thunder's stomach! He's ASSISSTING Super Scott, dammit! CC: You saw Travers walk away from the ring with Super Cool last night! This SHOULDN'T come as a surprise. OA: I seriously wonder what's up with those three. CC: If we're lucky, we're looking at the birth of a NEW Trifecta. OA: I think the name of the Trifecta has been soiled enough. [Travers and Super pull Thunder to his feet and sit him on the top turnbuckle. They both step to the second rope, slinging an arm of Thunder's around each of their necks and cinching the waist of his tights.] CC: Travers and Super Scott look like they're already getting into the habit of working together. OA: No way! They're both stepping onto the TOP ROPE now! [That's right. The six-nine Super Scott and Eric Travers each stand on the top rope, using Thunder for balance.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "___ BOOOOOOOM ___ !!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: DOUBLE SUPERPLEX!! DEAR LORD!! [Thunder isn't moving. He lies still where he landed. Super Scott and Travers sit up, looking at each other and grinning.] OA: Oh, this is-- [Suddenly ... ] [1:00] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "___ BA-BOOOOOOM ___ !!!" [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: "DEADLY" DEREK IRVIN WITH AN ELBOW DROP FROM UP HIGH!! CC: He came outta NOWHERE, Ambrose! OA: Brody Thunder is taking a BEATING in there! CC: But hand it to him, he's absorbing it all! He's the one man who can take ALL of this can come back to dole it out ten fold! OA: I can't argue with you there. It looks like Irvin, Super Scott, and Travers are all converging to eliminate Thunder now! [The three men tally their strengths, pulling the dead weight of Thunder off the canvas. Super lifts him into a fireman's carry and lugs him toward the ropes with Irvin and Travers following close behind.] CC: This could be it for Thunder! OA: It doesn't look g-- [POP!!!] "BOOM!!!" OA: RALLY JACKSON!! SPRINBOARD DROPKICK FROM THE APRON!! [Just NAILING Super Scott in the chest, causing him to unintentionally samoan drop Thunder.] CC: I think Rally, intentionally or not, just saved Brody Thunder from a sure elimination! [:30] OA: Travers and Irvin are letting him know it, too! [Travers grabs Rally by the throat and jams him violently into the corner. Rally has the audacity to fight back, but Irvin knees him in the ribs, allowing Travers to have his way.] OA: What's with Irvin tagging along with Travers all of a sudden? Is there something going on there that we don't know about? CC: Sometimes in an environment like this, you just look for someone you seem to relate to and stick by them until it's no longer convenient. This isn't gonna last long. OA: We're getting close to the twenty-first draw in the Judgement Day Rumble, which means Justin Arcola ... [Shot of Arcola taking a few back elbows from Storm in the corner. Crimson smothering his weary face.] OA: ... has been in there for nearly FORTY straight minutes, Cordell. CC: Thatth jutht phenomenal, Ambrothe! OA: Will you grow up? CC: Alright, in all seriousness, yes, Arcola's put on a amazing performance tonight. Getting his ASS beat for forty minutes, because beating the hell out of Justin Arcola NEVER gets old. These are having too much fun with him to throw him out! OA: Alright. I see how it is then. You've also got to tip the hat to Bad Eye McBaine and Super Scott. McBaine's been in there just a little over thirty minutes now. Super Scott APPROACHING the thirty minute mark. We've got some real workhorses in there tonight. [McBaine's caught enough of a break. He comes off his knees and joins Storm in the corner. Actually, it's more like he shoves Storm aside and starts feeding Arcola soupbones.] OA: McBaine stepping all _over_ Trevor Storms toes right there, and the Intercontinental champion takes exception! [POP!!!] OA: HE HAMMERS McBAINE WITH A CLOSED RIGHT! McBAINE FIRES BACK! [Rather than get swept up into a slugfest he likely won't win, Storm opts to block the next punch. He then grabs McBaine by the head and aims it right at Arcola's.] OA: JUSTIN DIVES FOR SAFETY! And he just NARROWLY avoided a meeting of the minds with McBaine! [McBaine, instead, sampled the top turnbuckle.] "FIVE!!" CC: We're about ready for number twenty-one! Place ya bets! "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHH ## ## AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ## [The primal yells and driving guitars of Alice in Chains "Them Bones" could only mean one thing.] CC: YEEYUH! OA: Here comes the "The Spiteful Superstar"! Here comes a FORMER world heavyweight champion! Here comes TRIPP SHADE! ## I BELIEVE ## ## THEM BONES ARE ME## ## SOME SAY ## ## WE'RE BORN INTO THE GRAVE ## ## I FEEL SO ALONE## ## GONNA END UP## ## A BIG OL' PILE OF ## ## THEM BONES ## [Tripp stalks down to ringside, completely blowing off the crowd.] [2:00] OA: Shade instantly hunts down Derek Irvin! [He stands a couple of feet behind Irvin, and shouts his name. Irvin just BARELY looks over his shoulder, exposing his chin JUST enough for ... ] [FINISHER POP!!] CC: ZERO HEAT KICK ON IRVIN!!! [Irvin's head snaps backward, the momentum taking him over the top rope, and not even his arms hooked around it can halt him.] [ELIMINATION POP!!!] OA: Tripp Shade enters, and immediately Derek Irvin exits! FRANCINE: "DEADLY" DEREK IRVIN has been eliminated! CC: There goes McMannis's replacement, but I gotta tell you, I don't think McMannis HIMSELF could've done a better job. Hats off to Derek Irvin for making the most of it! OA: I don't know that I'd agree with that, but nonetheless Derek Irvin has put on quite a show. Unfortunately for him, Tripp Shade has drawn the curtain! [Shade celebrates, trying to get the crowd into it, but as soon as they get behind him ... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" ... he flips 'em the bird.] CC: Haha! Sheep! OA: Travers continues to discipline Rally in that corner, minus the presence of Irvin now. [McBaine and Storm hammer out their differences across the ring. No end in sight. Arcola crawls across the ring along the bottom rope, blood dripping from his forehead.] OA: My God, what a gruesome sight Arcola is at this point. CC: I don't think he's ever looked better. [Super Scott presses Thunder up against the ropes, taking a moment to catch a breather, and then whips him to the far side. He telegraphs a back body drop, allowing Thunder to fall on his back as he returns and aim a fist right into Super's jaw.] OA: Thunder catches Super Scott on the rebound! He comes up and waistlocks the big six-niner! INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! [1:00] [Thunder throws himself into the ropes and lungses off.] "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: AND HE CONNECTS WITH A LARIAT! [Super crumbles as Thunder lands on his hands and knees from the momentum. He shakes his head, trying to regain his bearings after the suddenly rally. The camera cuts to Tripp Shade coming up behind Trevor Storm. As Storm rears back to unload on McBaine, Shade hooks his arm from behind.] OA: Tripp Shade preventing Storm from connecting with McBaine! [In one fluid motion, trip whirls around and crouches, sweeping Storm's legs out from beneath him with his extended leg.] CC: Check out the athleticism of Tripp Shade! QUALITY, DADDY! OA: He puts Storm on his back, allowing McBaine to drop a HUGE elbow! [McBaine rises as a flesh colored blur streaks across the ring and attatches itself to his torso.] [YOU'RE INSANE POP!!!] OA: THAT'S ARCOLA, WITH A THEZS PRESS INTO McBAINE!! CC: HE THEZS PRESSED HIM INTO THE ROPES, AMBROSE! THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY NUTS! [Blood from Arcola's face drips down onto McBaine's own face and chest as Justin pounds him relentlessly. Finally, McBaine whirls around, now with Justin sitting on the top rope and his back to the crowd, dangerously close to elimination.] OA: JUSTIN'S ON THE EGDE! IT COULD BE ALL OVER RIGHT HERE! [CROWD BUZZES!!] CC: BRODY THUNDER FROM BEHIND!! OA: HE'S GOT McBAINE HOOKED!! [Thunder gnashes his teeth, his feet a bright red, hair matted to his face by profuse sweating. He finally brings McBaine's feet off the canvas. Arcola wraps his arms and legs around the monster.] OA: CAN THUNDER DO IT!? CAN THE "LONE WOLF" REMOVE A _BIG_ THORN FROM HIS SIDE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!? <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" CC: THEY'RE GONE!! ARCOLA!! McBAINE!! THUNDER JUST EXCUSED THEM BOTH!! OA: AND THAT IS _HUGE_, CORDELL!! TWO OF THE _FAVORITES_, BOTH SIMULTANEOUSLY ELIMINATED, BECAUSE ARCOLA COULDN'T CLEAR HIS MIND OF REVENGE!! [:30] FRANCINE: JUSTIN ARCOLA and BAD EYE McBAINE have been eliminated! [Thunder walks away from the ropes with his arms in the air to a sordid reaction, then leans down with his hands on his knees, sucking in some major wind.] OA: Like him or not, hand it to that man! He just singlehandedly eliminated two of the odds on favorite to WIN this thing! [McBaine fumes within on the outside of the ring. He digs his fingers into the ring apron as he looks down across his shoulder at the body of Arcola.] OA: Oh no. Someone escort McBaine away! Right now! CC: He's got to shift the blame somewhere, and I don't see him looking at McBaine! He's got that eye placed FIRMLY on Arcola! [And Arcola isn't really looking at ANYTHING. The back of his head rests against the ring apron, his chin tucked into his chest which is spattered with the blood flowing from his own head. Suddenly, he's jerked violently up by the neck.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: LEAVE HIM ALONE, DAMMIT! YOUR NIGHT IS OVER! [He sends Arcola into the fence, but it's amazingly REVERSED!] OA: GOOD GOD! ARCOLA COUNTERS! "CHING!!" [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: IT'S McBAINE THAT HITS THE STEEL! CC: But look! It's not keeping him down! He's getting right back up! [Arcola throws the timekeeper out of his chair and folds it up. McBaine approaches as if Arcola were holding a squirt gun. He rears back and pulls the trigger.] "BANG!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ARCOLA POUNDED HIM SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR, AND IT MERELY _STAGGERED_ THE BIG MAN!! [Arcola steps back, looking at the shallow dent McBaine's head sent through the chair in awe, and raises it again before McBaine can truly recover.] "BANG!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" OA: HE JACKED HIM AGAIN, AND _STILL_ IT HAS LITTLE EFFECT! ARCOLA: "Fuck!" CC: I don't understand! What's this man made of!? He's gotta be some kind of monster! HE FEELS NO PAIN! HE _CAN'T_ BE REASONED WITH! OA: Stop making light of this! I think Arcola's in SERIOUS danger here! [Arcola rears back once more, but this time McBaine snaps quickly to attention. He reaches out and TEARS the chair out of Justin's hands.] [SHOCK! AWE!] OA: McBAINE'S GOT THE CHAIR!! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm being told that the next participant in the rumble is overdue, but they're not sending ANYONE down that ramp until the ringside area is cleared of these two! CC: That's ridiculous! OA: I'm just the messenger, Cordell. [Arcola, maybe for the first time in his life, takes a few steps back as McBaine plods toward him. Then, with the speed of lightning, he SWINGS!] [POP!!] OA: ARCOLA DUCKED!! [GASP!!] OA: AND HE TACKLES BAD EYE OVER THE FENCE! MY GOD, THEY'RE IN THE FRONT ROW! [Security immediately swarms down on the scene. McBaine and Arcola come to their feet, their heads visible through an aerial view as they talk with their fists.] OA: I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN ONE OF THESE RUMBLES! [The mass of black shirts, one eye patch, and one crimson face graviates toward the steps, and deeper into the crowd. Fans get as close as possible, patting Arcola and McBaine on their shoulders as the fight rages on.] CC: They're fighting all the way to the back! There's at least fifteen I-Slash security guards surrounding them, and not even THEY can pry these two apart! OA: They just may tear the First Union Center to the very ground! [The brawl leaves us with one last shot of McBaine landing a solid shot and blood splattering from Arcola's face onto a couple of nearby guards. Finally they regress into the concession area.] OA: There they go into the concession area, and this fight isn't broken up soon we'll be sure to catch up with those two. I've been told now that the clock will resume and ... "FIVE!!" OA: ... yeah, there it goes! "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" # WHATEVER IT TAAAAAAAAKES!!!! # [GET!!!!!] [THE!!!!!] [FUCK!!!!!] [UP!!!!!] [POD's "Whatever It Takes" growls over the PA as the crowd leave their seats in anticipation. Brody Thunder's head suddenly lifts and snaps toward the aisle. An unsettling grin crosses his lips.] OA: HERE COMES BILLY ROCK! CC: AND LOOK AT BRODY THUNDER! LOOK AT THE DEMENTED SMILE ON HIS STORIED FACE! [Billy steps through the portal to a HUGE pop and walks the aisle briskly, deciding not to waste any energy sprinting into the scene.] [2:00] OA: Billy slides in! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: And Thunder immediately attacks! [Before Billy can even get off is stomach, Thunder drops an elbow across the small of his back. He comes to his feet and grabs the top rope for leverage while stomping a mudhole in Billy's back.] CC: I have it on good authority that Billy's NOT in tip-top condition tonight, Ambrose. Apparently he just went through a GRUELING match in NEO-Pro no more than twenty-four hours ago. OA: That would explain the bruising and swelling around that bloodshot eye. That looks NASTY! [Thunder pulls Rock to his hooves, draping him back across the top rope, and bringing a clubbing forearm down across his chest.] OA: Brody Thunder is TAKING IT _TO_ the former three time IWF/WOW World Champion! I'm told Anthony Edwards is STILL shaken up by the encounter between these two he got swept up in. CC: You could tell in that Spector interview earlier. Ol' Tony Baloney still hasn't shaken it off! Hahaha! OA: Wait a minute! [POP!!!] OA: Did I just see what I think I did? TRIPP SHADE just hammered Thunder from behind! CC: There's some kind of weird bond between Shade and Billy over in NEO-Pro, Ambrose. It looks like it's carrying over into the Judgement Day Rumble. OA: There are no allies in this, and even if there where, I'm not sure Tripp Shade is a man I'd trust my hindquarters to. CC: You're thinking of Arcola. OA: Speaking of which, I'm told he and McBaine HAVE been separated backstage. Word has it those two were heading back to the parking lot before order was restored! [Billy, still feeling the effects of the recent match he went through, makes his way over as Thunder makes Shade pay for rubbing his nose in his business.] OA: Billy from behind, scoops Thunder up on his shoulder! "BOOM!" OA: Backdrop! And Shade comes out of the corner with a legdrop, right across the sternum! [POP!!!] OA: THERE IT IS! ROCK CLOTHESLINES SHADE AS HE GETS TO HIS FEET! CC: Every man for himself! [1:00] [Billy shakes his head, as if he can't believe Shade thought they would work together. He reaches down to pull his "friend" off the canvas.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" OA: TRIPP GOES DOWNSTAIRS! [Billy grabs his batch and falls to his knees. Tripp comes to his feet and dropkicks Rock in the head.] OA: Dropkick striaght to the skull! [Billy keels over, landing close to Thunder. Shade yells down to Billy, letting himk now it aint personal.] CC: Nothing personal, Tripp says. See? Every man for himself up in HEEEEYUH! OA: Stay white, Cordell. [The camera cuts to Super Scott now butting heads with Trevor Storm. We got to a wide shot, showing us Rally Jackson exacting some revenge on Travers as well.] OA: Tripp Shade creeping up behind Trevor Storm now. CC: He is vetty vetty sneaky! OA: He bends Storm back! Inverted facelock! [Shade grabs the waist of Storm's khakis and jerks back, hitting and inverted implant DDT!] "BOOM!!" [MARQUEE MOVE!!!] CC: RED CARPET DDT! OA: One of Tripp's bread and butter maneuvers! He hooks Storm's shins into his armpits now as Super Scott waits behind him. There's a slingshot! "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: INTO A BIG BOOT FROM SUPER! [Storm's head is ROCKED as he teeters off toward the center of the ring. A few feet away, Billy has crawled on top of Thunder, now teeing off on his face as he secures a side headlock.] OA: Look at Billy Rock hauling off on Brody Thunder! CC: He's not holding him down though! Thunder's coming to his feet! [Shockingly enough, he is. Billy hangs onto the headlock as Thunder hits his knees, then pushes off to his feet.] [:30] OA: Thunder with an elbow to the ribs! Rock fires back with another right to the face! Another elbow from Thunder! Another right from Rock! Thunder again with-- NO! Rock rolls around into a reverse waistlock! CC: Holy counters, Batman! Thunder with a reversal now! OA: Rock's got to find a way out now! WAIT, HERE COMES ERIC TRAVERS! [Travers aims a clothesline at Rock, but he ducks.] [POP!!!] OA: CLOTHESLINE MISSES ROCK, BUT NOT THUNDER! [Thunder releases the waistlock and falls into the ropes. Rock whirls around instinctively, slamming Thunder across the neck with a clothesline of his own.] [_ BIG _ ELIMINATION POP!!!!!] OA: BRODY THUNDER'S GONE! THANKS TO A MISCALCULATION FROM TRAVERS, BILLY ROCK HAS ELIMINATED THUNDER! FRANCINE: BRODY THUNDER has been eliminated! CC: Man, lady luck spread her legs for that little SOB tonight! OA: This is ANOTHER huge elimination! Look at Billy waving him goodbye! [Thunder comes to his feet and has to be restrained by security, not wanting another Arcola-McBaine situation, as he tries to re-enter the ring.] OA: Thunder being restrained! He wants nothing more than a piece of Billy Rock right this instant! [Billy's so busy jacking his jaw with Thunder that he doesn't see Travers approaching from behind. He gives the crowd as scare, NEARLY pushing Billy over the top, but the Ozark Beast grabs the ropes in the nick of time and hangs on. Travers instead grabs a waistlock.] "BOOM!!!" CC: RELEASE GERMAN! OA: Travers dropped Billy on the back of his neck! The ONLY two former three time IWF/WOW World Champions right there! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" (( dub-dub... dub-dub, dub-dub... dub-dub, dub-dub...)) OA: Number twenty-three is none other than Cardiac! And Echo Dare will NOT be in this match tonight because only one member of each team not wearing gold was allowed in tonight. # I! Hate! You! # <~ The sound of the heart beat signals the beginning of the end ~> [As the rest of Orgy's "Slept So Long" plays the crowd boos! Cardiac appears beneath the screen, wearing a black trenchcoat and black fedora hat. The grappler stands still for a second, unmoving, unfeeling. Finally, he saunters slowly to the ring.] [2:00] "ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!!!" "ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!!!" "ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!! ECH-O!!!!!!" OA: This crowd taunting Cardiac with chants of Echo as he enters the ring! CC: And he IGNORES it like a PRO! Cardiac has a little thing I like to call CLASS, unlike these Philly cheese dicks. OA: Cardiac goes straight for Trevor Storm with a falling headbutt! A sign of things to come there? A run at the Intercontinental title for Cardiac, perhaps? CC: As nifty as that'd be, I'm pretty sure Cardiac's pigeonholed in the tag scene for now. He and Echo move merchandise together, and Nelson doesn't plan on letting them fly their separate ways anytime soon. OA: He pulls Storm to his feet. Irish whip, and Storm leapfrogs him on the way back. [But he never comes down. Super Scott catches Storm in mid-air and whirls around.] "BOOM!!!" OA: SUPER SCOTT WITH A SPINEBUSTER!! CC: I just realized, with Arcola and McBaine gone, that makes Super Scott the longest remaining guy in the rumble! How long's it been for him.? OA: He's coming up on forty minutes now, Cordell. CC: Hot damn! [Cardiac walks around Storm's body and grabs his arm, drawing it through is legs as he wraps them around Storm's sternum and neck. He falls back and starts wrenching.] OA: There's a triangle hold from Cardiac! Obviously the point is wear Storm down in further until he can't possibly resist elimination. [Super Scott saunters across the ring, passing Travers, who's sticking it to Billy Rock in one corner. Rally Jackson sees Super approaching and jerks himself out of the corner by the ropes.] OA: You've got to hand it to Super too. The man's not backing down from ANYONE! He could certainly be resting right now but he's opting to get in Rally Jackson's face. [Rally leaps back onto the second turnbuckle. As Scott grows closer he leaps off, throwing one leg out aimed at Super's chest.] OA: Martial arts kick from the second rope, and it misses! Scott sidestepped it! [He simply grabs Rally by the dreadlocks from behind, with both hands, and whips him around toward the ropes.] [ELIMINATION POP!!!] OA: JUST LIKE THAT, RALLY JACKSON'S GONE! CC: Scott made it look EASY! FRANCINE: RALLY JACKSON has been eliminated! [POP!!] OA: And that's music to these fan's ears. [1:00] OA: We're down to six men, and I think this is the fewest that've been in the ring at the same time since the beginning! We've still got Eric Travers, Trevor Storm, Super Scott, Tripp Shade, Billy Rock, and Cardiac. CC: With seven more to go. That INCLUDES Paul Kiljoy, Mack Ensasserol, Gunnar Gaines, Johnny Coles, RRJ. There's more but I can't be bothered to remember. OA: I see. Hey now, Billy Rock turns the tables on Eric Travers! Sends him across the ring! [Billy charges in, clotheslining Travers into the corner where he landed. In a fluid motion he turns and wraps an arm around Travers head and sprints to the center of the ring.] "BOOM!!" OA: Bulldog out of the corner! [Billy rolls Travers over, squatting over his chest, and seasons him with a bevvy of stiff rights.] OA: Billy and Travers, picking up from where they left off at Wrestlefest five! What a match those two had. BOTH of their third world title reigns came at the expense of each other. CC: That's so fascinating, I wanna slap you in the lips. [Super Scott has turned his attention to Tripp Shade. He has the much smaller Shade sitting the corner, his foot pressed firmly into his throat.] [:30] OA: It looks like Trevor Storm is looking for a way out of that triangle hold now. Cardiac looks nervous! CC: Not about Storm. I think he just suddenly realized he left the oven on at home. [Storm boldly rolls toward Cardiac, doubling his foe over.] "THUD!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: STORM DROPS A _RUTHLESS_ KNEE INTO CARDIAC'S FACE! [With the hold broken, Storm pulls Cardiac up by the fabric of his mask while shaking the numbness out of his other arm.] OA: Storm fires Cardiac into the ropes! [He's welcomed back with a two handed choke that lifts him off the ground. Although Storm's arm sort of buckles, he's still able to drop down.] "__ BOOM __ !!!" [MARQUEE MOVE!!] OA: POINT OF AUTHORITY!! Cardiac's out of it! Storm picks him up! [He lifts Cardiac off the ground with another two handed choke, this time walking him toward the ropes.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "THUD!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" OA: MY GOD!!! STORM HEAVED HIM TO THE FLOOR!! [Cardiac lies motionless on the concrete. Security immediately checks on his condition.] FRANCINE: CARDIAC has been eliminated! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" BRITISH WOMAN'S VOICE: Ladies and gentleman ... SHOCK TV IS NOW ON THE AIR!!! [The Bloodhound Gang's "No Rest for the Wicked" starts to play as the fans rise to there feet in anticipation.] #I GET BOMBED!!!! OA: IT'S MACK ENSASSEROL! ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! CC: And if he wins this, you better BELIEVE we'll be seeing his face later tonight when Steve Spector faces Matthew Reason! #The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker #This is your brain on drugs [Mack walks through with his arms raised high in the air. He is wearing a pair of half tights, black with gold trim. A pair of black boots and knee pads round out his ensemble. He briefly stops, looking over the crowd before giving them his trademark "stupid goofy grin".] #This is your brain on Jackie Onassis #All you crotch goblins can kiss our asses #Yes siree Bob like corn on the cob #I'm all buttered up ready to hob nob #Daddy is a kraut you're Nazi-occupied France [As he approaches the ring, The self professed "Dirty Mack" runs his hands through his white dye job, making sure not one hair is out of place.] [2:00] OA: And Mack simply STEPS OVER his HoA stablemate, Cardiac, on the way to the ring! He didn't even give the man a GLANCE, Cordell! CC: Well, truth be told, Cardiac IS a little weird, and he's more Hades' little friend than he is Mack's. OA: That group confuses me. [Mack sprints through the ring, hitting Billy Rock with an immediate dropkick that propells him off of Travers.] OA: Mack is marking his territory already! He picks up Travers, the man who BEAT HIM for the EWA Heavyweight Championship! [Mack hooks a front chancre, but Travers slugs him in the ribs, forcing him to release.] CC: It's a battle of wills between those two now! OA: Mack goes to a different strategy! And I don't think these fans would mind if these two absolutely destroyed each other! Mack with a hip-toss! Blocked by Travers! [Mack looks across his shoulder. Travers smiles and shakes his head "no". The two of them look straight ahead to find Billy Rock shaking his head "yes". With their arms locked together, they've got nowhere to run.] [POP!!!] OA: ROCK WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! "CRACK!!!" [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: TRIPP SHADE CATCHES HIM WITH A ZERO HEAT KICK!! [Rock's legs fly out from beneath him as he falls flat on his back. Super Scott comes lumbering out of the corner, scooping up a just turning Shade at the side ... "BOOM!!!" ... and crashing him to the canvas with a one armed side slam.] OA: It's like a domino rally in there! [Super turns around to soak in some acclaim, but ... ] "UUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: AND THERE'S STORM WITH A SPEAR THAT NEARLY CUT RIGHT THROUGH SUPER SCOTT!! [1:00] CC: EVERYONE'S down, Ambrose! Storm was the last to snap something off, and even he's not coming to his feet that quick! OA: This match is taking it's toll on EVERYONE, and QUICKLY! [Travers and Ensasserol are the first to exhibit signs of life. Mack comes to his knees first, and then to his feet just as Travers hits all fours.] OA: Ensasserol's up! He brings Travers with him and scoops him over the shoulder. And he drops to one knee, DRIVING Travers' shoulder right into his thigh! [Storm comes up behind Ensasserol as he stands. He turns his back to him and latches onto Ensasserol around the chin.] "BOOM!!" OA: And there's Trevor Storm with a neckbreaker on Ensasserol! "BOOM!!" OA: Billy Rock back up, and he lands an elbow on Storm! Lot of history between those two! [Rock turns, ducking another Zero Heat Kick attempt from a still shaken Shade.] OA: Zero Heat misses this time! "UUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: BUT A CLOTHESLINE FROM SUPER SCOTT DOESN'T! HE takes Rock down! "UUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: And this time it's Tripp Shade taking down Super Scott with a kick below the belt! [:30] CC: These guys are struggling just to stay on their feet for five seconds! OA: Shade's the last man standing right now, and he gives Mack a ride to his feet. Fires him into the corner! Mack stumbles out, but Shade dropkicks him right back in! [Shade sprints toward the corner again, leaps onto the second rope and lunges backward, hooking Mack's head at the same time.] "BOOM!!!" OA: Sprinboard DDT! Risky move by Shade, but it paid off! Once again it looks like they're starting to pair off. Shade and Ensasserol. Trevor Storm trapping Rock in the corner. And there you see Super Scott and Eric Travers not laying ONE FINGER on the other! It looks like they're going over a strategy! CC: You gotta hand it to 'em. If those two can work together and then do what they have to do at the end, either one deserves the title shot. [Travers nods and points to Storm as Super mumbles something into his ear. Storm grabs one of Rock's legs and drapes it over the top rope. He grabs the other, but Billy wraps them both around Storm's waist and squeezes.] OA: Shade scoops Mack up onto his shoulder. Helps him straddle that top turnbuckle. He climbs to his level. Shade going for a superplex! [Mack comes alive suddenly, gouging Shade in the eye with a thumb.] CC: Thumb to the eye! Shade's temporarily blinded! OA: Mack hooks him up! HE STANDS UP ON THAT TOP ROPE! [He flips Tripp over his back into a crucifix.] OA: WE SAW MACK DO THIS TO STEVE SPECTOR, AND IT DAMN NEAR BROKE HIS OWN BACK! CC: BUT THIS FOR A SHOT AT THE TITLE, AMBROSE! THE _UNIFIED_ TITLE! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "__________ BOOOOOOOOOOOM _____________ !!!!!" "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: ___ MACK TEN FROM THE TOP ___ !!! MY GOD, THE IMPACT!!! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" CC: I can't WAIT to see who's next, 'cause I don't know WHAT can follow that! "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" # # # WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! # # # [An image of Paul Kiljoy spills onto the I Sore] PAUL KILJOY (V/O) - Scream for me. ["Gave Up" by NIN & Marilyn Manson begins to play over the loudspeakers. Various shots of Kiljoy flashes through the I-Sore, at times interrupted with a screaming woman, or a close-up of his face. The crowd rises in unison to their feet, stifled cries of both joy and anger fill the building.] [2:00] OA: IT'S PAUL KILJOY!! CC: What the HELL kind of condition is he going to be in tonight!? What frame of mind did Matthew Reason leave him in!? I can't wait to find out! OA: Where is he? CC: Ummm ... [Action continues as usual in the ring as Travers and Super Scott stare toward the aisle.] OA: What ... they're telling me something in my headset, Cordell. CC: Oh. So those "people in your headset" are talking to you again. Owen, your pills? OA: I'm serious! Okay, here's the deal, folks. Paul Kiljoy is NOT here tonight. Can't be found! And even if he could be, I'm not sure he'd even be in any condition to participate in this event. CC: That's bogus! There's no way ANYTHING could stand in Kiljoy's way of getting a shot at the Unified World Title! OA: Apparently something has. I don't know what it is, there's no word, but plenty of speculation. CC: Whatever. OA: So we move on. Five entrants left! Mack peels Shade off the mat, and Tripp must feel like pudding right now! MACK TOSSES HIM! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" OA: UNBELIEVABLE!! SHADE SKINS THE CAT BACK IN BEHIND ENSASSEROL! CC: That was MIRACULOUS! OA: Mack doesn't see him coming! He's throwing a challenge out to Travers! "BOOM!!" OA: SHADE WITH A TEARDROP SUPLEX! [Mack's legs fly up over his head, flipping him completely over and onto his face. Travers whispers something to Super Scott as Shade comes to his feet.] OA: Wait a minute, Super's approaching Shade. CC: Probably just wants to get a recipe or something. OA: Yeah, that's exactly it you colossal moron. CC: Is it your time of month or something? I think you need a new name, Ms. Sandy Vagina! [Shade backs away from Super Scott, wagging his finger in a "no way" gesture. Suddenly he bursts toward him.] [1:00] OA: TRIPP CHARGING SUPER SCOTT! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!" OA: BASEBALL SLIDE THROUGH THE LEGS! [Tripp kips up just a few feet shy of Travers.] OA: DROPKICK TO TRAVERS! CC: Tripp Shade may have the best dropkick in the business! OA: And there's one for Super Scott! But it barely phased him! Tripp back on the job though. Flying forearm takes Super into the corner! CC: That's leaving Travers wide open for Ensasserol! [Who, indeed, comes to his feet and jogs over to Travers, stomping him across the head before he can get to his feet.] OA: I don't think the bad blood between these two has ever cooled down. Mack pulls him up. Inverted facelock, and there's an inverted DDT across the knee! [Back in their corner, Billy Rock has managed to untie one of the turnbuckles. He grabs Storm by the hair and yanks his head back, then SLAMS it into the exposed steel.] CC: Storm just got split wide open! OA: Rock exposing that steel rod behind the turnbuckle, and now exposing Trevor Storm's blood for the world to see! And again he slams him face first in the rod! [He scoops Trevor up over his shoulder, walks a small circle, and then drops him again face first on the steel.] OA: SNAKE EYES! [Storm stumbles backward and falls to his knees. Blood trickling down his face. Billy backs into the corner and lunges out with a low elevation clothesline.] OA: And Billy takes him down! [:30] OA: Tripp must missed a bronco buster! Super's got him straddling the bottom turnbuckle now! [Super rolls outside the ring, beneath the bottom rope.] CC: Super's on the floor, but he went UNDER the bottom rope. He's still in this thing. OA: He certainly is, but what's he doing out there? CC: Catching a breather? OA: And he has to chase it down beneath the ring? He's digging for something, Cordell! [To the crowd's delight, Super pulls out a table and slides it into the ring.] OA: HERE COMES THE TIMBER! CC: Now this is more like it! [He reaches back under, pulling another plank, and slides that in as well.] OA: TWO tables! [Super looks into the ring, grins, and then pulls another one out. This one he sets up on the outside.] [POP!!!!] OA: And the fans have no problem with this at all! "CLANG!" "CHING!" "THUNK!" CC: Hahaha! Check THAT out! He just tossed a chair in there! OA: I see a shovel too! CC: There's a two-by-four! OA: What in the world do we need a SHOVEL beneath the ring for? CC: To dig through your bullsh-- OA: Alright then! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [The crowd looks toward the aisle, but again no one appears. The clocks re- starts.] [2:00] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: What the hell is going on NOW? CC: See what those "voices in your headset" are telling you. OA: Well I can't say that what I'm hearing comes as much of a surprise. This is number twenty-six and it was suppose to be MAVERICK, who apparently packed his belongings and flew to Detroit last night. CC: So the big goon meant what he said, huh? OA: Apparently so, which I am extremely disappointed to hear. CC: Hopefully the last four show up! OA: I think you can bet the farm on that. CC: I don't have a farm. OA: It's an expression, Cordell. CC: I'd like to have one though. Chickens f'n rule. [Super Scott steps back onto the apron and steps over the top rope. He picks up the two-by-four and slowly creeps up on Shade, who's just pulled himself out the corner.] OA: Tripp Shade has no idea what's about to hit him! [He turns, and Super jams one end of the 2x4 into his stomach.] "UUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: Could've taken the wind out of him! And now he's locking Shade's arms behind his back, using the two-by-four! "BOOM!!!" OA: SIT-OUT UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER!! CC: Who the hell is that guy pulling off WRESTLING moves? That CAN'T be Super Scott! OA: It is indeed! Mack Ensasserol with the shovel now! Benefiting from Super Scott's imagination! [Travers pulls himself up the ropes as Mack taps the head of the shovel on the canvas. Travers turns.] "THUNG!!!" OA: HE CAUGHT TRAVERS IN THE SKULL, AND HE GOES OVER THE TOP! CC: BUT HITS THE APRON! HE HITS THE APRON! [Mack drops the shovel and races forward, hoping to baseball slide kick Travers to the floor. Travers raises his upper body and Mack slides all the way to the floor, landing on his feet. Eric comes to his feet.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: TRAVERS DIVES ONTO MACK FROM THE APRON!! [1:00] CC: That's almost on par with Gaines whipping off that hurricanrana last night! You just don't see Travers implimenting those types of moves! OA: A LOT at stake here tonight! Travers picks Mack up and whips him into the stairs! "BONG!!!!" [Mack hits his knees sickeningly on the top layer and flips completely over to the other side.] OA: FULL IMPACT! [Travers pries the top layer off and contemplates using it on Mack. However, he sits it on the apron, climbs up, and drops it over the top rope into the ring.] OA: Look at that ring! I almost expect to see John Madden in there, it looks like a hardware store! Travers back in the ring now, leaving Ensasserol on the outside. CC: ROCK HAS THE CHAIR, AMBROSE! OA: And Storm is already a bloody mess! [Billy rams the top of the chair into Storm's abdomen. As he doubles over, Rock whips the chair upward like a golf club.] "BANG!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: UPPERCUT WITH THE CHAIR!! [Storm FLIES back into the ropes, bouncing off. Rock hurls the chair to the canvas just before Storm topples onto his face, causing his head to snap sickeningly off the chair.] "UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" CC: It's a damn good thing this is almost over. These guys are starting to get out of hand. OA: Super Scott's setting up a table! Right in the center of the ring! [Travers sits on the top rope now, taking a breather. Super drags Shade nearly into the same corner and applies a standing headscissors. He aims both arms to the roof.] OA: I think we're about to see a SUPERBOMB! CC: Through a TABLE no less! [He rolls Tripp up to his shoulders. Tripp, however, reaches out and shocks Travers by applying a front facelock, and cradling his inside leg.] CC: WAIT! SCOTT, DON'T! OA: TRIPP'S GOT TRAVERS! HE BRING HIM DOWN WITH HIM! CC: DON'T DO IT, SUPER! SAY SOMETHING ERIC! [:30] [Travers' free arm flails wildy out to the side. Scott takes a step forward and DRIVES Shade, and consequently Travers, off his shoulders.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" "___ BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ___ !!!!!!" "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: TRIPP SHADE, _SUPERBOMBED_ THROUGH A TABLE, BUT HE TOOK TRAVERS WITH HIM!! A _FISHERMAN'S BUSTER_ FROM SUPER SCOTT'S SHOULDERS!! CC: THAT was INCREDIBLE! [Shade and Travers lie head to head in a wasteland of metal and splinters. Super Scott looks down with a look of pure horror etched intoh is face.] OA: That's right, big man! You're little stunt just knocked your buddy OUT! BOOYAH! Haha! CC: I can't BELIEVE this! [Super buries his face in his hands.] CC: Now don't be too hard on yours-- "BANG!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ROCK SNUCK UP BEHIND WITH HIM THE CHAIR!! [Super Scott's arms spread out, fingers curling in pain as he hits his knees. Rock stands behind him, elevating the chair again as Super tilts his head back.] "__ BANG __ !!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: BILLY FLATTENS SUPER'S FACE!! [Scott falls backward at Billy's feet, his knees still bent.] OA: Good LORD that is an awful sight! [Just as Billy raises the chair again ... ] [HEEL POP!!!!] OA: ENSASSEROL STOLE THE CHAIR FROM BEHIND!! BILLY TURNS! [GASP!!] OA: DUCKS THE CHAIR! ENSASSEROL DROPS IT! RIGHT HAND BLOCKED! BILLY ANSWERS! [FINISHER POP!!!!] CC: KEYSTONE CLUTCH!! KEYSTONE CLUTCH!! OA: MACK HAS ROCK LOCKED IN THAT PATENTED MANEUVER!! HE BROUGHT THE MAN RIGHT DOWN ON HIS FACE!! [Billy's face contorts in agonizing pain. He instinctively reaches out for the ropes, even though it would do no good.] "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" OA: And this time I'm POSITIVE we're going to see another entry! ["Daterape" by Sublime plays over the PA.] [HEEEEEEEEEEEEEYUGE FRANCHISE POP!!!!] OA: RAZOR RON JEREMY!! THE FRANCHISE IS HERE!! A MAN WE _ALL_ OWE A HUGE DEBT OF GRATITUDE TO! [The Afro leads 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, though not for long as the pain in his leg returns. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants, homemade tie-dye T-shirt, brown fishing vest, white amateur wrestling shoes, black kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape.] [He reaches the ring and walks along the apron, placing Bootie on one of the posts before climbing in and getting his hands dirty.] [2:00] OA: This guy went toe-to-toe with the Cartel last night with a squeeky wheel, folks! You want heart? You want desire? See Razor Ron Jeremy about it! [Now in the ring, RRJ rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath, surveying the ring. He looks at Billy, locked in the Keystone Clutch, and offers a friendly wave.] CC: Haha! Hey Billy, how ya doin'? OA: RRJ welcoming Rock back in his own way. [Rather than help Billy out, he sees Tripp Shade lying motionless in the remains of a table.] OA: There's as good of a place to start as any! Ron scooping Shade up across his chest ... walking him toward the ropes ... [ELIMINATION POP!!!!] OA: That's it! JUST like that, Tripp Shade hits the bricks! CC: That Superbomb put him OUT! FRANCINE: TRIPP SHADE has been eliminated! OA: RRJ is the man who won it last year, and the odds this year STILL make him the favorite to take it again. [POP!!!] OA: And NOW Ron breaks up the Keystone Clutch, kicking Ensasserol in the back of the head! Billy wisely crawls away as RRJ picks Mack up and tosses him into the corner. He scoops the "Shocker" up ... and leaves him upside down! CC: Here it comes! [RRJ grabs the nearby chair and places it in front of Ensasserol's face. He backs up a few steps ... and breaks into a hobbling sprint!] "BANG!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE CHAIR! Mack got ROCKED, and-- Wait just a second! [BOO THIS MAN!!!] [1:00] OA: BRODY THUNDER'S BACK OUT HERE! Look, I respect what the man has done, but just because he paid for a little airtime doesn't mean he can stomp around here like he owns the place! [Rock pulls himself up the ropes gingerly. As he brings his head over the top, he notices Thunder in the aisle looking over the shoulders of a few security guards.] OA: Billy's telling him to get lost, but Thunder aint budging! CC: Rock better pay attention to-- "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" CC: THAT! OA: BILLY'S OUT! TRAVERS DUMPS HIM FROM BEHIND! [Billy lands on his knees outside the ring. Unconcerned with anything behind him, he lifts his head in anger to see Thunder backing willingly away with a smile slapped beneath his nose.] OA: And that man's work is done! He may have just cost Billy Rock a LOT more than a title shot here tonight! FRANCINE: BILLY ROCK has been eliminated! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" [Billy falls forward from his knees, his head touching the concrete floor. He hammers a fist against the pavement before coming up and walking slowly to the back.] [:30] OA: We're down to five men in that ring, with only three remaining! The Unified World Title shot has come down to eight men, and shock of shockers, SUPER SCOTT is still one of them! CC: He's approaching FIFTY minutes, Ambrose. He's been in there for almost an HOUR! OA: You've got to give him credit for that alone. Outlasting Arcola! McBaine! Outlasting _twenty_ other men so far. It would've been twenty-two had Kiljoy and Maverick showed up. Trevor Storm and RRJ working Ensasserol over now. CC: Storm's face is TOTALLY obscured by dark red, man. A couple of shots into that exposed buckle, a couple from the chair, and he just won't stop bleeding! OA: A small price to pay for what's at stake here. Travers whirls RRJ around from behind! RRJ: "AAAAAHHH!!" OA: AND KICKS HIM IN THE KNEE OF THAT INJURED LEG! RRJ down to one knee! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: TRAVERS STOMPS IT AGAIN! RRJ: "AAAAAH GOD!" OA: That man is in PAIN! That's the leg injury that nearly put him out of wrestling for good, thanks for Matthew Reason! [Travers yanks RRJ up, bending his knee behind him and hoisting him into the air.] OA: Kneebreaker! And RRJ's down, clutching that leg! [POP!!!!] OA: TREVOR STORM COMES OUT OF THE CORNER AND SACKS TRAVERS FOR A LOSS OF HIS LUNCH! [Storm moves up on Travers' body, slapping on a headlock while he fires off a few rounds to the face.] OA: It's time to welcome in number twenty-eight! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" ["Who Do You Love" by George Thorogood and the Destroyers rips it up. The music strikes a chord w/ the audience and they tear from their seats and pour into an echo of cheers that nearly chatter the roof off the building.] OA: IT'S ROB MAGNUM!! OVER SEVEN FEET OF BRUTALITY IS COMING TOWARD THAT RING!! [Magnum slides through the curtains, almost embarrassed by the flattery of his introduction. His in his wrestling attire, black spandex top w/ "NO WORRIES" scribbled on the front in gold cursive and black leather pants. Black boots round out his outfit and he rolls down to ringside, running his finger tips through his trademark goatee. His long brown hair hangs back in a ponytail over his shoulders.] [2:00] OA: This man could take it all! Rob Magnum could be our next challenger for the Unified World Title! CC: Aren't you forgetting that he rolled over like a puppy for Vince Viper? How's a guy who couldn't beat a sixty-five year old man going to challenge either Reason or Spector? OA: You called the same match I did, Cordell. You KNOW it took every dirty deed in the book for Viper to finish by a nose. Magnum steps over the top rope! CC: The ONLY guy in this rumble who's bigger than Super Scott! [Speaking of whom, he comes to his feet just as Magnum walks by. It catches Rob's attention. He pivots, looking down at Super as he rises.] OA: It looks like Super's been busted open as well, Crane. CC: Right there from the corner of his right eyebrow. OA: Makes no difference to Mags! "SLAP!" "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: Magnum chokeslams him! And that's the ONLY man you'll ever see accomplish that on Super Scott! And now Magnum lumbers toward the corner where Storm and RRJ hung Ensasserol out to dry. [Mags jerks him out by the hair and shoves his head between his thighs. He rolls him up to his shoulders.] CC: OH NO! OA: OH YEAH! "CLANG!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" OA: POWERBOMB TO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!! THIS IS A MAN WITH A MISSION! THIS IS A MAN WITH SOMETHING TO _PROVE_! CC: Maybe it's just senior citizens Magnum has difficulty with? I, personally, have no qualms with slapping some old geezer around, but-- OA: Oh please. [1:00] OA: There are two men remaining in this rumble folks, and they are no secret. We're awaiting the arrival of Johnny Coles and Gunnar Gaines! CC: Talk about luck of the draw! Getting to draw from fifteen through thirty paid OFF for Gaines, even though it SHOULD have been McBaine. [Magnum pulls a barely conscious Ensasserol to his feet and lifts him into a crucifix position, facing the side of the ring with the table set up by Super Scott.] OA: Oh ... I know what he's thinking! I know what's going through that man's head! CC: HE'S SICK! BIG WHINER CAN'T HANDLE LOSING, SO HE'S TAKING IT OUT ON ENSASSEROL! HE'S GOTTA BE STOPPED! [Magnum steps up to the second turnbuckle and nods to the crowd who ROARS in approval!] OA: HE'S GONNA DO IT! HE'S GONNA-- <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" "TTTTHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!" "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: ___ SOUTHERN COMFORT THROUGH THE TABLE ___ !!! UNHOLY!! SIMPLY UN-HO-LY!! FRANCINE: MACK ENSASSEROL has been eliminated! OA: Ensasserol's GONE, and this title shot is now down to SEVEN people! [:30] "BANG!!!!!" OA: TRAVERS TAKES A CHAIR TO MAGNUM FROM BEHIND!! [Magnum, who was showboating on the second rope, topples right over, resembling King Kong descending off the Empire State Building. Travers drops the chair and falls into the ropes.] CC: That's why I love that man! He's like silly putty! You can stretch him, bend him, bruise him, but you can never BREAK him! OA: Trevor Storm putting the shoes to Super Scott now. He fires him into the ropes. Super goes low and Storm with a leapfrog! "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SUPER ROSE UP! THAT WAS A DELIBERATE HEADBUTT TO STORM'S GROIN! CC: Mmmmyeah, I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that. Storm just didn't get the altitude he needed to clear a hurdle like Super. OA: Scott pulls him up ... scoops him over the shoulder ... "BOOM!!!" OA: TOMBSTONE!! Look at the stain his blood left on the ring right where his head connected! CC: RRJ's having trouble getting to his feet, Ambrose. He's using the ropes to pull himself up, but even that's getting him nowhere fast. OA: And here comes Travers, which isn't gonna make things any easier. HE'S GOT THE CHAIR AGAIN! "BANG!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: HE TOOK THE LEG OUT FROM UNDER RON! CC: And now he's like a turtle on his shell! "FIVE!!" OA: Here comes number twenty-nine, and this will leave NO DOUBT who number thirty is! "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [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!] OA: GUNNAR GAINES!! THE GRIZZ IS NUMBER TWENTY-NINE!! CC: He lost to DTP last night, and I hate to say this but that's even MORE motivation for him to come out here tonight and clean house! [The drums kick in, the bass comes in and, oh yes, some tasty slide guitar ... and Gunnar Gaines himself enters through the portal. 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 ...] [2:00] OA: AND HE HITS THE RING! [Travers and Super Scott pair up, heading toward Gunnar side-by-side.] "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: DOUBLE GRIZZLY GORES!!! MY GOD HE NEARLY BROKE 'EM IN HALF!!! [Grizz jerks Super up violently presses him easily over head, then hurls him into the air and takes a steps forward.] "BOOM!!!" [POP!!!] OA: HE DROPS SUPER SCOTT FACE FIRST TO THE CANVAS!! Gunnar's got a SCORE to settle with that man! CC: Well Super Scott's made no bones about it! I truly believe he's been in this rumble so long because he DESPERATELY wants a shot at that Unified World Title! He's publicly stated he wants it! He's proved it in the ring! He's proved it here TONIGHT! OA: And if Gunnar knows that, you know EXACTLY how he's going to exact his revenge! [Gunnar picks Travers up and whips him into the ropes. He snags him coming back with a MAN-SIZED spinebuster!] "BOOM!!" OA: Gunnar nearly buries Travers AND sets up his headstone! OH! MAGNUM FROM BEHIND! [Gunnar hits one knee after a forearm to the base of the skull finally rattles him. Magnum drags him by his pony tail toward the exposed turnbuckle and throws him head first directly into it.] "UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: Magnum sends Gunnar into the open steel! [He scoops Gunnar onto his shoulder. Backdrop position, but as he falls back, he turns his body and grabs Gunnar around the throat.] "BOOM!!!!" OA: What a MOVE by Magnum! CC: That was like a backdrop into a chokeslam! OA: He has REALLY taken a lot of steam out of Gunnar's momentum here. [1:00] OA: We're one minute away from the final entry, and it's no surprise. It'll be Johnny "Cool" Coles who drew number thirty! CC: And it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. OA: If you say so. Travers back up, and he wants no part of Gunnar gain. He goes back to operating on the leg of RRJ. [With Ron on his back, Travers raises the leg and stomps it several times behind the knee. He then winds it up with a spinning toe-hold.] CC: Check out Travers going old school. How can you not love that guy? OA: I respect his ability, but his actions of late have been nothing less than DEPLORABLE! He may have broken McMannis's jaw last night! CC: Like McMannis didn't go on some rampage dislocating people's jaws? OA: And I wouldn't have condoned that either. [Super Scott pushes himself to his hands and knees. He proceeds to crawl into one of the corners and finally catch his breath.] CC: Super Scott's FINALLY taking a much deserved break. OA: He's completely shattered that fifty minute mark. I have no idea how the man can still stand at this point in the night. Look at this now. Magnum made the mistake of pulling Gunnar up, and now those two bohemoth's are slugging it out! Gunnar blocks one! [He wraps his arms around Magnum's arms, cinching them to his sides.] "BOOOOOM!!!!!" OA: BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! THAT'S THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS GUNNAR JUST SLUNG LIKE HASH! [:30] OA: Ron Jeremy fighting back now! Kicking at Travers with the free leg! Throwing punches from his back! CC: He looks retarded. None of it's connecting! OA: It's the thought that counts. Wait now, Travers pulls him up. Look at him point at RRJ and laugh, as last year's winner is forced to hop on one leg! [GASP!!] OA: TRAVERS CLOTHESLINES HIM INTO THE ROPES! The momentum not enough to carry him over! CC: Look at the brilliance flourish! Travers grabs the GOOD leg and tries hoisting him over, because the bad one can't touch the ground! It's already up there! OA: But RRJ isn't giving in! He's NAILING Travers with lefts! [Super Scott remains in the corner, determined to remain there until absolutely necessary to jump back into the thick of things. Trevor Storm attempts to recover from the tombstone, but the loss of bloodis really affecting him.] CC: Storm just looks PALE, Ambrose. Something aint right about him. OA: It's the loss of blood, and I can guarantee he's going to need medical attention after the match, win or lose. [Cameras cut to Gaines, who we just notice is perched on the top rope.] OA: MY GOD! GUNNAR'S UPSTAIRS! CC: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING UP THERE!? <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "_____ BAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM _____ !!!!!!" [INSANE-O POP!!!! POP!!!! POP!!!!] OA: HE JUST _CRUSHED_ MAGNUM WITH A GRIZZLY SPLASH!!!! Good LORD!! "FIVE!!" "FOUR!!" "THREE!!" CC: This is it, Ambrose! The final entry! JOHNNY COLES! "TWO!!" "ONE!!" [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.] [Johnny "Cool" Coles steps out from beneath the I-Sore, mirrored sunglasses slung over his face, arms outstrectched treating the chorus of boos like standing ovations. He literally basks in the glow. Johnny makes his way to the ring 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.] OA: And that's it! We are down to seven! [The crowd lets Coles hear it as he slides into the ring and tosses his sunglasses off behind him. He heads straight toward Travers as he tries to eliminate RRJ.] OA: Oh no. Coles is gonna ... he's gonna ... [He grabs RRJ's other leg and palms his face, pressing back.] [RRJ grabs the top rope for all he's worth.] [BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH!] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: COLES AND TRAVERS ELIMINATE LAST YEAR'S WINNER! RAZOR RON IS HISTORY! CC: Let's just hope we are't doomed to repeat it! FRANCINE: RAZOR RON JEREMY has been eliminated! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" OA: And THAT is a shame. CC: It's come between six now, Ambrose! Magnum, Gaines, Storm, Super, Coles, and Travers! OA: Coles attacks Gaines from behind! [Coles actually looks PISSED as he puts Gunnar on his face, dropping numerous elbows on the back of his neck. He comes to his feet and plants several more heels into the back of his head.] OA: What has gotten INTO him? CC: Aspirations, Ambrose! Coles wants to WIN! OA: And now that Super Scott is surrounded by allies, he slithers out of the corner! He picks up Magnum, locking those arms behind his back, and Travers is there to capitalize! [Travers reaches up, cupping Magnum by the jaw, and mixing in some rock solid rights with a few degrading slaps.] OA: Look at these two treat the seven footer like a child! [Coles grabs one of the tables Super slid in earlier and inclines it against the corner. He yells to Super Scott and waves him on.] OA: Coles sending some sort of message to Scott. HE WHIPS MAGNUM TOWARD THE TABLE! [POP!!!] OA: REVERSAL!! "THUMP!!!" OA: SUPER HITS THE TABLE! DOESN'T GO THROUGH! [Magnum whips around, and before Travers can realize it, he's on HIS way toward the table.] "THUNK!!!" [POP!! POP!!] OA: TRAVERS COLLIDES WITH SUPER SCOTT!! [Magnum advances toward Coles. Johnny can't even shield himself from the knee- lift coming toward him. Magnum presses him into the stack of Super and Travers now. He looks over his shoulder, seeing Gunnar in a three point stance.] OA: GUNNAR'S READY TO GO! MAGNUM STEPS ASIDE! [GUNNAR TAKES OFF!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" OA: THEY MOVED!!! ALL THREE MOVED!!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" [Gunnar's now wedged between the top and middle turnbuckles, and he doesn't seem to be awake. Super, Coles, and Travers all converge on Magnum.] OA: Those bastards are on Magnum like maggots on old pizza! There's nothing fancy about it either! They're just combining what they've got to try and put Magnum out! [Magnum is forced back against the ropes, his butt nearly coming over the top. He uses the strength of his upper body to stay upright, all the while throwing right hands in hopes of breaking this mob apart.] OA: HANG ON, ROB! DON'T GIVE 'EM THE SATISFACTION!! [Magnum makes a desperate grab for Super Scott's shirt in hopes of pulling himself back in.] [If he can get it, it'll work.] [If he can't, he's gone.] "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!" [Didn't work.] OA: MAGNUM'S GONE!! THOSE THREE VULTURES PICKED HIM APART JUST ENOUGH!! FRANCINE: ROB MAGNUM has been eliminated! CC: This is ... what a STRATEGY these three are using! And when it gets down to just the three of them, they can do what they gotta do! It's brilliant! [Super, Coles, and Travers all turn around simultaneously.] [They don't see it coming.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [THINGS AREN'T WHAT THEY SEEM POP!!!!!] OA: TREVOR STORM CLOTHESLINES _BOTH_ SUPER AND COLES OVER!!! [Super's night is over.] OA: COLES SNEAKS BACK IN! HE NEVER HIT THE FLOOR! FRANCINE: SUPER SCOTT has been eliminated! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: THAT IS MUSIC TO THESE FANS' EARS!! WE ARE DOWN TO FOUR!! TREVOR STORM! JOHNNY COLES! ERIC TRAVERS! GUNNAR GAINES! _ONE_ OF THESE MEN WILL GET THAT UNIFIED TITLE SHOT! [As Coles rolls in he hugs the legs of Storm together. Travers drops him with a clothesline, and then lands an elbow drop to the head.] OA: They've doubled up on Storm! [Gunnar gingerly pushes himself out of his predicament. He rests his head on the top turnbuckle and turns back to the ring.] OA: Gunnar's back in the game, but Travers is there to meet him! He sticks Gunnar back in the corner! "FWAP!" "FWAP!" "FWAP!" OA: Three knife-edges! CC: Gunnar's taking a licking in there, Ambrose! OA: But his tolerance for pain is among, if not THE, highest in all of wrestling! [Coles pulls Storm to his feet. He takes him by the hair and hurls him toward the ropes!] OA: Coles almost sending Storm over, but he blocks it! STORM HIP-TOSSES COLES OVER!! NO!! COLES BLOCKS!! [Coles keeps Storm's arm locked as he ducks under his other arm. He releases quickly enough to pick Storm up into a fireman's carry.] OA: What's Coles ... FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAM OVER THE TOP!!! THEY'RE HEADING OUT!!! CC: COLES HANGS ON!!! [Storm bounces off the apron to the floor. Coles keeps hold of the top rope, skinning the cat back into the ring.] OA: THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION HITS THE FLOOR! STORM IS GONE! COLES HUNG ON! AND WE'RE BASICALLY DOWN TO TWO-ON-ONE! FRANCINE: TREVOR STORM has been eliminated! OA: Coles instantly joins forces with Travers again! CC: TOSS THE EGO MANIACAL OLD BASTARD! OA: Coles fires him into the ropes! He drops down, and Gunnar has to jump him! Travers is waiting! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: GRIZZLY GORE!!!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!" OA: IT MISSED!!! GUNNAR WENT THROUGH THE ROPES!!! CC: HE'S OUT! GUNNAR'S OUT! OA: HE WENT _THROUGH_ THE ROPES, CORDELL! [Gunnar hit the floor HARD, but he knows he's not done. He pushes himself up as quickly as possible, but stumbles into the chain link fence surrounding the ring. Nearby fans pat him on the back in a show of support.] OA: Travers and Coles realize he's not gone as well! They're waiting for him to get back in! [Gunnar climbs up to the apron.] OA: Gunnar's getting there, but Travers and Coles are impatient! [Coles reaches over the top, grabbing Gunnar by the pony tail and pulling him to his feet. Gunnar suddenly snatches his arm and hooks him by the head.] [POP!! POP!! POP!!] OA: GAINES HAS COLES UP!! HE'S GONNA SUPLEX HIM OUT!! HE'S-- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!" CC: NO!! TRAVERS SAVED HIM! THANK GOD! [Travers pulled Coles back down into the ring, reversing the momentum. He hooks Gunnar in a facelock of his own now, slinging his arm around his neck.] OA: They're gonna suplex Gunnar back into the ring! They need him back in there so they can throw him back ou-- <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! GUNNAR'S GOT 'EM __BOTH__ UP!!! [Coles and Travers legs momentarily shoot straight toward the roof. Gunnar does the manly thing and falls back ... ... with nothing to cushion the fall ... "TTTTHHHHHUD!!!!!!" "TTTTHHHHHUD!!!!!!" "TTTTHHHHHUD!!!!!!" ... but a shot at the Unified World Championship.] DING! DING! DING! [O-ZONE KILLIN', FAULT LINE SHAKIN', STATUE CRUMBLIN', ROCK THE WORLD POP!!!!!!!] OA: WE HAVE A WINNER!!! BY GOD, WE HAVE UNIFIED WORLD TITLE CHALLENGER FOR DECEMBER, AND HIS NAME IS GUNNAR GAINES, THE BADDEST THANG RUNNIN'!!! CC: Oh my God ... it's finally happened. FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE JUDGEMENT DAY RUMBLE ... AND THE MAN WHO WILL RECEIVE A SHOT AT THE UNIFIED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP IN DECEMBER ... ["Bad To The Bone" by George Thorogood and the Destroyers plays.] G U N N A R "G R I Z Z L Y" G A I N E S ! ! ! [Hearing his name, Gaines rolls onto his face, pushes himself up slowly, and heads into the ring.] OA: GIVE IT UP FOR THAT MAN! He may not have been in there the longest, but just might have overcome the biggest odds here tonight! And now, in the back of their minds, Matthew Reason and Steve Spector will now that whichever of them wins, they have a date with Gunnar Gaines in December! [Gaines climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arm in triumph.] "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" OA: He did it without Cheryl! He did it without any BS Detector! He did it without the Wood Grain! Gunnar Gaines has won the Judgement Day Rumble on his OWN! [He climbs down, moving to another corner, and ascending. Once again aiming his fists toward the roof, then making a belt motion around his waist.] "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!!" [Coles and Travers return up the aisle in disbelief, looking over their shoulders every so often, and shaking their heads as Gunnar smiles and winks at 'em.] CC: Well now we're all in for it. A monster has been re-created, and we're ALL going to look back on this day not as the epic you're making it out to be, but as the start of a new reign of terror, and I don't mean in the ring. OA: How can you consider the possibility of Gaines versus EITHER Reason or Spector in December and not get excited? I'm not gonna let you ruin this for me, for Gunnar, or anyone else! Ladies and gentlemen, there's a man to be proud of! Gunnar Gaines is the NEW number one contender to the throne! [The camera focuses steadily on Gunnar taking a lap around the inside the ring, reveling in victory, until ... ... fade ... ... Mangled. Really, you can't explain it, cuts and bruises over his chest, over his face-- and yet he stands there staring into a mirror. With the I- Slash heavyweight title wrapped around his waist. His hair, soaken wet drips down on to his body all the while he stares at the mirror running his finger over one of the cuts. Matthew Reason pushes into one of his cuts as his faces tightens as he feels the pain. He smiles and turns to speak to Anthony Edwards who is standing there holding a mircrophone.] REASON: Anthony Edwards, how long do you think it take a laceration to heal? [smirk] My body has had forty-eight hours, forty-eight hours to repair itself from barbed wire chairs, from thumbtacks, from shards of wood-- it's had forty-eight hours to heal... to mend... to repair. I learned as a child if you pick at a scab, it gets deeper, it gets nastier-- it scars and it scars for life. How do you think this will look after it's all said and done? How will it look tonight? [Reason takes Anthony Edward's finger and runs it over one of the bigger cuts on his chest.] Probably not too well. [smirk] REASON: But it's worth it. It's worth it Anthony Edwards because opportunities like this don't come too often. On Day One we seen death come to life as me and Paul Kiljoy ripped into each other and after it was all said and done, Paul Kiljoy is now ready to be placed next to James. I wasn't trying to kill him, I merely was trying to end him. The games are over Paul, no more mind F**king, no more you. [Reason grabs some gauze from the sink and begins to wrap his ribs.] REASON: Steve Spector, congratulations. You de-throned the EWA Havyweight Champion, you've earned your shot in this Main Event, you must be thrilled... [pause] or.. terrified, I'm not sure which yet. I hope you watched, I hope you watched what I did to Paul Kiljoy, I really hope you studied that match. You've been around the block a few times Spector, you've seen the nastiest in this profession. You've seen Caleb Temple, You've seen Serge Annis... Simon Ezra, Tiger Claw... Tex Violence, you've seen them all, haven't you Spector? [pause] So when you walked into the I-Slash and you saw me, what the _HELL_ went through your mind? They seem always to get bigger and stronger... but sicker? more derranged? Is that even possible? Spector, I want you to close your eyes and pretend like you can taste your own blood, pretend that you're mouth is being filled with your blood and all of a sudden you can't move. You can't fight back, you can't move your hands, your arms... you can't defend yourself and then... your breath is taken away, gasp by gasp... breath by breath... you'll never truly appreciate a breathe of fresh air until you know what it's like having no air in your lungs. It's what I had to do to get _HERE_ Steve... to get _HERE_... Only God... ONLY GOD... knows what I'll have to do to get pass here. I watched The life of David Gale two nights ago-- aren't you wondering what was on my television today? You better hope to God I wasn't watching Reservoir Dogs cause I'd chop off your F**king ear with a switchblade.... you better hope it was some romantic comedy but I'm sure you know that it wasn't. You've had forty-eight hours to think about me Steve and forty-eight hours to adapt from wrestling into fighting. You have to go from reversing the EPIC ENDING.. to reversing yourself from getting stabbed in the tongue. You've had forty-eight hours...[snarls] Paul Kiljoy had TEN F**KING MONTHS STEVE... TEN MONTHS... did you see how he did? YOU CAN'T REVERSE BARBED WIRE STEVE... A GODESS CUTTER WON'T REVERSE BEING SUFFICATED.... this is not the time, this is not the place. I understand that it be good time for you to capture this title, you'd beat two I-Slash legends in one night Steve Spector, you'd make yourself a name in yet another federation... _NOT_ on my name. I made my name by beating legends from OTHER places... do you honestly think I'm going to let you come here and do the same? F**k you Steve Spector, _F**K YOU_. [Fade out.] OA: What is UP with Matthew Reason? The guy use to have these people behind him! He use to be a sentimental favorite! Now he's nothing! Reason's gone from hero to zero and I'm GLAD! I-- [Annnnd...lights out!] CC: Yeah! Take that, Ambrose! OA: When it rains it pours, Cordell! If there's one true law of wrestling that transcends all else, it's that when the lights go out... CC: Bad things happen? OA: Yeaup. CC: It's like buy a surprise appearance, get one free night in the I-Slash! [The First Union Center is pitch black for a moment, until a few of the dedicated smokers in the audience bust out their lighters. The I-Sore flashes on, all black, but you can make the outline of someone sitting in a chair.] V: I was out man, I was all ready to call it a career. Thanks folks, it's been fun but time to move on. All the places I called home? Gone. EMWC? I finally inject some life into a promotion ridden with politics, and it closes. RCW? I built it from the ground up and then *that* closed too. Show's over man. Time to go home. [The sound of a wooden match being lit echoes throughout the F.U. Center and the flame is seen closing in on a cigarette, lighting the end of it and then being waved out. Back to dark.] V: But ya wouldn't let me go peacefully, would ya? Just wouldn't let me walk away. Kept throwing contracts at me, money, titles, incentives. Limos, leer jets. Just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in. What's a guy to do, huh? What's a guy to do? Say no to an offer too good to refuse? Drag his sorry ass home, beaten by the F**kin' system, tail between his legs? [A long, audible exhale, blowing out a cloud of smoke.] V: Not bloody likely, sunshine. You wanted me, I-Slash? Well now you got me. Now hit the music. #I JUST SAID UP YOURS BABY!# [DEAFENING RECOGNITION POP!] CC: Pardon me for a moment, Owen, I have to go distribute the rock salt in hell. OA: Pardon the cliche...but I know whose music that is! ["Electric Head pt. 2" by White Zombie EXPLODES over the loudspeakers as the capacity crowd has a collective heart attack, roaring out of their seats with deafening cheers as a plethora of fireworks erupt in front of the entrance.] #Strip down core violate and paralyze# #Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize# #Slung low like a whore - yeah# #Devil want some more - yeah# #Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the F**ker!# #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [The smoke finally clears and at the entrance stands a man clad in blue jeans, Sketchers and a baggy Donovan McNabb Syracuse football jersey, arms spread way out to absorb the reaction. Brown hair with blonde streaks, pulled back in a ponytail? Yeaup. Gold hoop through each ear? Check. 15 bazillion watt grin? That too. The fans roar in recognition as the I-Sore finally shows the entire arena just who we're talking about.] OA: LUKE KINSEY IS HERE IN PHILADELPHIA! LUKE KINSEY IS AT EGOS AND ICONS! LUKE KINSEY IS IN I-SLASH! CC: The biggest ladykiller from New York since O.J. Simpson is right here Ambrose, live and in color! [Making his way down the aisle, Luke swerves from side to side to tag the occasional hand and play to the crowd, looking genuinely happy for once. Someone grabs onto the jersey and with an "Oh hell" kind of look, Kinsey hops the guardrail and goes into the crowd, slapping all sorts of hands, hugging all sorts of people and copping the occasional feel on any aesthetically pleasing females in the vicinity.] #Breakneck speed get a violent spinal crack'n# #Back down to the chrome and feel the death wish attack'n# #Hubcaps on your eyes - yeah# #Cannot sympathize - yeah# #A fistful of hair and a splinter in the mind!# #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [Making his way through the crowd, Luke ends up behind the announce table and in one felt swoop hops onto the guardrail and steps onto the announce table itself, turning to the crowd and egging them on, as a "HOLY SHIT!" chant starts in one corner of the F. U. Center.] CC: Damnit, he stepped on my pen. My _favorite_ pen! OA: This crowd has been electrified at the unexpected appearance of Luke Kinsey, hell, not even we knew he was gonna be here. CC: He breaks anymore of my stuff and his stay ain't gonna last too long. I'm people who know people, by God. [Jumping off the table, Luke vaults into the ring and takes the microphone from a thoroughly stunned Francine, and then sits on the middle rope for her as she exits. As White Zombie dies down, Kinsey stands front and center in an I-Slash ring as the crowd continues to cheer. Luke waves for them to quiet down and in time they do, and the Loose Cannon prepares to speak.] LK: So, ahhh, surprised? [THAT'S AFFIRMATIVE POP!] LK: So like Bri- [The crowd starts up another "LUKE! LUKE! LUKE!" chant, not allowing Kinsey to continue. Luke can only laugh, and he again encourages the chants until the First Union Center is DRENCHED in the chant. "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!" "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!" "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!"] LK: Okay, okay, listen, this is important man. Before I go off on some rambling speech about going to bed with hookers and waking up with the clap, let me get the obvious out of the way. Last night I signed a contract with the IWF/WOW and as of eight o'clock tomorrow morning I am officially an I-Slash wrestler. [DEAFENING POP!] OA: This is HUGE news! CC: As subtle as a heart attack. LK: I could just go back now, having said all the real vital stuff, and say see you in the Volcano...but I think I owe it to the public and to myself to shed some light on why I chose to sign on with the Slash instead of retiring, instead of calling it a career. I'll tell you one thing, it ain't about the money. Hell, Fletch and Blue made me so much money I don't know what to do with it, and unlike some other assholes in this profession, I had the good sense to put it away. Well, some of it. What's the point of being a millionaire if you don't spend it on sex, drugs and cars, right? [POP! Luke shrugs, then continues.] LK: Naw, naw, it ain't the money. The money isn't why I'm here, I mean, I've got skills right? I could go back home and drive the bread truck or tend bar or work construction, something like that. Believe me, I even gave changing careers a thought. I'm only twenty six, it's not too late to go back to college, bang some freshmen broads and learn html code, right? It doesn't sound too bad and it'd probably preserve my health in the long run...but goddamnit somethin' brought me back. I needed a change. [Luke scratches his head as he begins to pace.] LK: I broke into real professional wrestling three years ago, and I've been fighting the same people for three years. Devon Case, Chris Courtade, Jake Shaw, Juan Vasquez, the Gremlin, Alex Extreme, Madison J. Valentine, Michelle Bailey, Shane Destiny. It got to be a comfort zone, it became too complacent. Everywhere I went, I brought my posse. Always had my best friend by my side, had a bodyguard, had a lackey. Everything I accomplished in the past few years, it's been a community effort. People running in, paying off refs, making friends turn on each other, manipulating anyone and everyone I saw...sure, it made me a huge F**king star, but there was an asterisk for every accomplishment I racked up. It took away the focus of the whole operation. _Me_! Whatever I earned, whatever I achieved, it was tainted. There may as well have been a little red X on every title I won, every streak I broke, every record I set. And some people are okay with that, some people like nothing better than seeing a fine plan come together...but goddamnit, call it ego... ...I gotta get _all_ the credit. I need it, I thrive on it, it's what makes me go. Not the money, the recognition. When I walk down the street, I want people to say, "There goes Luke Kinsey, the greatest wrestler who ever lived." And you know what? They do. But it's always, there goes Luke Kinsey, remember the time he made Ego MAX beat up Jeremy Rhodes? There goes Luke Kinsey, remember the time they screwed Jeff Matthews out of the EMWC World Title tournament? When you people chant my name... [And as if on cue... "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!" "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!" "LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!! LUKE!!!!" LK: That's right, you people chant _my_ name and my name alone. You can't chant "LUKE AND FRIENDS, LUKE AND FRIENDS" because A) it doesn't have any rhythm and B) I don't have any friends! [POP!] LK: Well, okay, maybe it does kinda have a rhythm to it but I still don't have any friends and that's the way I want it. No more passing the buck, no more sharing credit and no more passing the blame because this is all new. Look up and down the roster, there ain't a goddamn one of 'em that I've ever come across. Okay, maybe I slapped around Jeffy a few times and I think I whacked Spector with his own dumbass tube once, and Tripp Shade has a restraining order on me... ...but other than that, I have no contacts. No friends, no associates. Only me. Starting at this very moment, it is Luke Kinsey versus the world, and you know what...that's how I want it. Goddamnit, I like those odds, 'cause the world doesn't stand a chance. I go on the offensive _right_ _now_. In a little under two hours, in fact. [The crowd kinda goes "Huh?" all at once as Luke steps back, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.] OA: This keeps getting stranger by the moment. Kinsey shows up unexpectedly, announces he's signed a contract with us and says he's starting work tonight, even though his contract doesn't start until tomorrow. CC: Jesus Mary and friggin' Joseph, open your eyes, will you? Stop being so obtuse. [Back to the ring as Luke begins to tug at the baggy McNabb jersey he's wearing.] LK: I'm not waiting, I'm not gonna let Brian Nelson or Rick Baptist or whoever else tell _me_ when and where to start. No, no, no, I tell _you_ when I start, that's just how it works. It's how I operate. And right now, I'm feeling very fair. Very impartial. Very... [Suddenly Luke grabs the McNabb jersey and pulls it off to a ROCKING FACE POP...] CC: Oh. No. OA: YEAH! [...to reveal a sleeveless referee's shirt.] LK: ...special referee-ish. Which is a good thing, really, because in about two hours I'll be refereeing the World title match, and that's the kinda thing you gotta be in the mood for, you know? And as the special guest referee I will be fair... [Luke assumes the thinker's pose.] LK: ...impartial... [Fists on hips, classic Superman.] LK: ...and downright uninterested. Yous wanna beat each other to death, bleed one another dry, hit each over the head with heavy mining equipment? Fine, go to it, no sweat off my sac. But the moment anyone comes down to help out? Not only will they get ejected from the arena, they'll have to start thinking of excuses for the Doctor, cause it's not everyday you walk into the emergency room with a snakeskin boot shoved up your ass. Because y'see kiddies, I-Slash starts a whole new era, right here tonight. For a while now, I've heard that I-Slash offers the best wrestling today. I-Slash rawks brother, that's what I kept hearing. But how can that be? I-Slash, for all the things it did have, did not have the best wrestler walkin' on God's Green Earth today. _Me_. It didn't have _the_ single most recognizable, entertaining, charismatic, talented, athletic and downright cool wrestler on it's roster. It had some wanna-be's, some pretenders, but it never had the real thing. [Luke bows his head, holding up his index finger.] LK: Until now. And now that the I-Slash _does_ have the real thing, the Ace, the A-number-one? Now is when the fun begins, kiddies, 'cause there's a new sheriff in town. And his name...is Luke. [Grin, wink at the camera.] LK: Ain't that a bitch? [Kinsey keeps grinnin', backing up into a corner and awaiting he introductions.] OA: LUKE KINSEY is our special referee, Cordell, and I don't know that I could've hand selected a better choice! CC: Don't make any mistake about this, Ambrose. Kinsey's a glory hound! He may have brought the rulebook with him tonight, but after it's all said and done that book goes right back out the window! You watch! This was just his shortest path to the spotlight, and you better believe he intends on stealing a little bit of Spector's and Reason's! I'M APPALLED! OA: What an event Egos and Icons has been! What a tribute to all the athletes of the I-Slash, and indeed..._all_ of the wrestling business...to have matches of the caliber we've seen over these three days, but _now_...it's time for it all to come to a head! CC: This is perhaps one of the most historic matches in the _history_ of the industry! The two World Championships of arguably the two greatest federations to _ever_ exist will be unified under _one_ banner! OA: The respective lineages of the EWA and the IWF/WOW Championships are _rich_ with history! They are more than simply melds of leather and gold; they are _institutions_! Tonight, they will be joined as _one_! And I don't think you could ask for a better matchup than the one we're about to see! CC: Steve Spector -- a legend in the business -- cut his teeth in the EWA, went on to superstardom in the now-defunct EMWC, and came to the I-Slash to become the last-ever EWA Champion! He's one of the most accomplished athletes in the game today, and exemplifies the heart and soul of the warrior inside everyone who gets into this sport! OA: And across the ring from him...Matthew Reason... CC: The IWF/WOW has seen champions of all shapes and sizes come down the road in its seven-year history, but I don't think _any_ of them have had as much controversy surrounding them as The Resident Psycho! The Master of Mind Games! The single most demented man to ever step into an I/W ring! And up until Day 1, there was always some speculation over whether or not Reason's outward actions were all an act...I think we can toss that speculation right out the window! OA: Matthew Reason won his Day 1 encounter with "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy by duct taping a plastic bag around Kiljoy's head until he suffocated! I've never seen more of a sheer display of inhumanity than that night; and I'll _never_ forget it! The question is -- can Steve Spector find some way to neutralize Reason's sadistic tendencies? CC: Spector's fighting for more than the chance to become the first unified champion of the IWF/WOW; after what we saw on Day 1, you've gotta believe he's fighting for his _life_ in there! Matthew Reason has all the motivation in the world fueling him here tonight! The possibility of what he might do to Spector sends _chills_ down my spine! OA: What kind of a matchup do you think we'll see out of these two? CC: It's clear that going toe-to-toe with Reason is a fool's errand by _anyone's_ standards! And say what you will about Spector's aerial ability; I think the amazingly agile 270-pound Reason will be able to match him move-for- move in the high-flying department! Spector is in a lot of trouble! He is going to have to outwit, outmaneuver, and outwrestle the I/W Champion if he wants to have a _chance_! OA: It's all come down to _this_! LET'S GO TO RINGSIDE! ooo==================ooo==================ooo UNIFIED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ooo===============ooo===============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo============ooo============ooo Matthew Reason vs. Steve Spector ooo============ooo============ooo EGOS & ICONS ooo===============ooo===============ooo ooo==================ooo==================ooo FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... ... and it is for the ___ UNIFIED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ___ !!! [BIG-TIME POP!!!] FRANCINE: At this time ... allow me to introduce ... THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE ... L U K E K I N S E Y ! ! ! [HEEEEEEEEEYUGE NICE TO SEE YA POP!!!!] [Kinsey steps out of the corner, acknowledging the reception, and once again steps aside.] FRANCINE: And now ... introducing first ... [The opening drumbeat to "Richochet" by Faith No More begins to play over the PA as most of the crowd murmurs in confusion. However, to the fans in the crowd that have followed wrestling for a long time, they start cheering for the first ever theme song of Steve Spector.] # All of that thick time without you... # has made me so thick and drunk... # and it's okay to laugh about it.. # I said, "It's okay to laugh about it.. # Runnin' twice as fast to stay in the same place... # Don't catch my breath 'til the end of the day.. [A shadow appears at the top of the ramp as the crowd starts to murmur more in appreciation.] # And I'd rather be shot in the face.. # Than hear what you're gonna say... "BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!" [The crowd roars as the shadow is gone following the explosion of blue and white fireworks, replaced by the form of Steve Spector.] # One day the wind will come up! # And you'll come up empty again.. # And who'll be laughin' then? # You'll come up empty again.. # There's no reason.. no explanation.. so play the violins.. FRANCINE: Introducing first ... hailing from Carteret, New Jersey ... standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in tonight at 226 pounds ... ... he is the ___ EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ___ S T E V E S P E C T O R ! ! ! # it's always funny until someone gets hurt.. # and then it's just hilarious.. # it's always funny until someone gets hurt.. # and then it's just HILARIOUS! [Spector approaches the ringside, and climbs on the apron. He vaults himself over the top rope into the ring. Spector's wearing his old school blue and white pant length wrestling tights, with the white being in the pattern of a dragon like on his current gear.] OA: Spector going old school again tonight! It worked on day one, so why not? # You beat me everytime you blink # If only I did not have to think # Think about you crackin' a smile # Think about you all the while.. [The song starts to fade as the chours starts up again. Spector makes his way to the corner, and stretches out against the ropes, awaiting his opponent.] FRANCINE: And his opponent ... [Voiceover by a woman reporter.] "A brutal heinous attack has been orchestrated" [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The I-Sore splashes on a shot of Billy Rock laying in a bath tub covered in blood. The shot remains on as the voiceover continues.] "The victim was left brutalized, bleeding severely and left for dead!" [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The shot changes to one of Justin Arcola laying motionless on top of a shattered windowshield, Arcola covered in blood.] "Details are sketchy..." [A CAMERA CLICKING -- The shot changes again, this time showing Geezer Gaines laying motionless in the ring.] "But police are on the lookout..." [A shot of Nate McMannis motionless, covered in a crimson mask laying next to a ladder and baseball bat.] "For a man in his late twenties, six foot six, with long black hair... police have this drawing... [A black and white drawing of a man that resembles... I-Slash's Matthew Reason.] "If you come across anyone that resembles this man, please... notify the police... or local sercurity... he clearly can be History's Next Derrange Mind..." ["SCHISM" by Tool hits as blood starts covering the drawing on the I-Sore.The blood runs off, the drawing has been replaced by the man it was drawn of, the face of Matthew Reason stares at you. The camera slowly fades into his eyes... zooming in and BLACK... ] FRANCINE: ... hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada ... standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 269 pounds ... ... he is the ___ IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION ___ M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! [Lazer white lights splash body outlines on the way to the ring, as out walks Matthew Reason. Reason wearing black pants, his hair soaken wet dripping down on his shoulders on on his chest. He walks out starring at the floor and slowly tilting his head to the left and then to the right. Reason slowly raises his head looking at the entrance and makes his way to the ring. Reason walks up the ring steps, walks to the middle of the ropes and steps over.] [Reason and Spector come straight to the center of the ring and stare straight into the other's eyes. Flashbulbs erupt across the arena.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: YOU CAN FEEL THE INTENSITY IN THIS ARENA RIGHT NOW! THIS CROWD IS _ELECTRIC_! CC: This is the staredown to end all staredowns, Ambrose! _This_ is what a title match of this magnitude _should_ be! No personal issues to settle! No cheap way out for either man! This is simply an athletic contest between the two very best in the sport today! _This_ is what wrestling dreams are made of! OA: Reason and Spector not exchanging a single word! You can read the intensity on both their faces! DING! DING! CC: IT BEGINS! OA: Reason and Spector circling one another in the ring! Our Unification Match is underway! HERE'S THE TIE-UP! Reason _easily_ muscling the much smaller Spector into the corner! Luke Kinsey calling for the clean break...let's see if Reason gives it to him... [POP!] OA: REASON WENT FOR A CHEAP SHOT AND SPECTOR GOT OUT OF THE WAY! SPECTOR WITH REASON IN THE CORNER! STINGING LEFT JABS! RIGHT CROSS! Spector to the second rope...RAINS DOWN PUNCHES ON REASON! Crowd (counting along): "ONE!!" "TWO!!" "THREE!!" "FOUR!!" OA: REASON SHOVES SPECTOR OFF! BUT SPECTOR SOMERSAULTS TO HIS FEET! SPECTOR MOUNTS REASON AGAIN! Crowd (counting along): "ONE!!" "TWO!!" "THREE!!" "FOUR!!" OA: REASON SHOVES SPECTOR DOWN _AGAIN_! SPECTOR TO HIS FEET AGAIN! "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON _EXPLODES_ OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!! CC: Right away we see the dynamic! Spector trying to outmanuever Reason; stick and move, wait for an opening! But Reason doesn't look like he's gonna be _giving_ him too many! OA: Reason dragging Spector up! FRONT WAISTLOCK!!! "BOOM!!!" OA: BELLY-TO-BELLY SLAM BY REASON! And that is kind of offense Spector _has_ to avoid! CC: No doubt about it! This one'll be over in a _hurry_ if Reason hits a couple more of _those_! OA: Reason in the driver's seat! He hooks Spector around the sides... dragging him up by his gut! REASON LOOKING FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX! SPECTOR BLOCKS IT! SPECTOR FIRES BACK WITH AN ELBOW! ANOTHER! AND A THIRD! THE HOLD IS BROKEN! SPECTOR INTO THE ROPES! HE DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE BY REASON! [POP!] OA: HIGH FLIPPING DROPKICK SCORES RIGHT UNDERNEATH THE CHIN! REASON IS DOWN! CC: Spector does have a decided speed advantage! But he'd better hope his athleticism holds out the rest of this match! OA: Reason slowly to his feet! Spector waiting on him! "CRACK!!!" OA: FLYING CALF KICK BY SPECTOR!!! HERE'S THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH! ONE!! TWO!! REASON KICKS OUT! CC: Making the first cover in a match of this importance is _so_ vital! Spector just gave himself a big boost! OA: Spector up to his feet...he steps through the ropes to the apron! GRABS THE TOP ROPE! CC: HILO! "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON GETS HIS KNEES UP INTO STEVE SPECTOR'S BACK!!! CC: Spector's well-known for having a bad back! Reason knows that as well as _anyone_! OA: REASON WITH A COVER! ONE!! TWO!! SPECTOR ESCAPES! CC: A nagging injury can slow you down when you _least_ expect it! And if Spector pulls his back, Reason will be all over it like stink on you-know-what! [Reason drags Spector up and chokes him along the top rope.] OA: AND THIS IS JUST A BLATANT CHOKE BY REASON! Luke Kinsey over to break it up! Kinsey: "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" OA: Reason releases the choke! Spector's neck still exposed on that top rope! Reason now...what's he doing? CC: Oh, check _this_ out! OA: REASON INTO THE ROPES...CHARGES SPECTOR!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: DAMN! OA: MATTHEW REASON WITH A SOMERSAULT DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE... _GUILLOTINES_ SPECTOR ON HIS WAY DOWN!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" CC: Matthew Reason is one of the most dangerous innovators I've ever seen lace boots! This guy'll do _anything_! OA: Matthew Reason poised on the apron! He slides off to the floor! Reason headed over towards the timekeeper's table! [Crowd buzzing.] CC: HE'S GOT A CHAIR! OA: MATTHEW REASON TOSSES A METAL FOLDING CHAIR INTO THE RING! And now we'll see just how much room Luke Kinsey is going to give these two! CC: Kinsey knows how important this match is! You can bet there won't be any cheap endings! OA: Reason into the ring...Spector is beginning to show signs of life! Reason propping up the chair near the ropes! CC: You know what's coming here! OA: Spector almost to his feet! Reason charges past him! VAULTS OFF THE CHAIR! SPRINGBOARD!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: MATTHEW REASON HITS THE TRIPLE JUMP LARIAT!!! NEARLY TAKES SPECTOR'S _HEAD_ OFF! THE COVER BY REASON! ONE!! TWO!! [POP!] OA: SPECTOR KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! CC: Reason's about to take this match to the next level! OA: Reason with no wasted motion! The go-behind on Spector! HOISTS HIM UP!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: HOLY --- OA: MATTHEW REASON WITH AN ATOMIC DROP ON THE SEAT BACK OF THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! AND SPECTOR... well, _you_ saw what happened to him! CC: Spector's gonna be singing soprano tomorrow! OA: Luke Kinsey letting it go...it looks like he's gonna show a lot of leeway here in this match! CC: Kinsey ain't gonna make his first mark on this company by ruining the most important match in its history! He'll let this thing go as far as Reason and Spector want to take it! OA: Reason with Spector...dragging him up by the hair! WHAT'S THIS? [SINISTER HEEL HEAT!] OA: Reason placing Spector's face down on the chair! CC: This looks like it's gonna be _good_! OA: REASON MAKING A CUTTHROAT MOTION! HE'S STEPPING OUT TO THE APRON! CC: IT _IS_ GONNA BE GOOD! [The crowd comes to their feet as Reason grabs the top rope.] OA: LOOK OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKAAAAAAA-TTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: HE MISSED!!! REASON WENT FOR A SLINGSHOT LEGDROP ON THE CHAIR, AND SPECTOR MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!! REASON CRASHED AND HE BY GOD _BURNED_!!! CC: LOOK AT THE _DENT_ HE PUT IN THAT CHAIR!!! SPECTOR DODGED A _HUGE_ BULLET! OA: Spector needs to come alive here! The EWA Champion picks up Reason...he _sits_ Reason down on that chair? CC: What in the world could Spector be planning? OA: Spector positions Reason right where he wants him! SPECTOR CHARGES THE ROPES!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> KEEEEEEE-RRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR WITH A NO-HANDS, TOP-ROPE, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! _DEMOLISHES_ REASON!!! _DEMOLISHES_ THE CHAIR!!! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: REASON DIDN'T EXPECT THIS FROM SPECTOR! _WE_ DIDN'T EXPECT THIS FROM SPECTOR! HE'S STARTING TO PLAY REASON'S GAME! BUT DOES HE HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO PLAY IT AT REASON'S LEVEL? OA: SPECTOR OUT TO THE APRON! DON'T TELL ME HE'S GOING FOR THE... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" [FINISHER POP!] OA: GODDESS CUTTER!!! GODDESS CUTTER!!! MY GOD, SPECTOR _HIT_ IT!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] [2.9999999] "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON KICKED OUT!!! REASON KICKED OUT OF THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!? CC: WITH EVERYTHING ON THE LINE IN THIS MATCH, YES I _CAN_! MATTHEW REASON AND STEVE SPECTOR ARE GOING TO HAVE TO EMPTY EVERY SINGLE _BIT_ OUT OF THEIR ARSENALS TO PUT THE OTHER ONE AWAY! OA: Spector to his feet... he can't _believe_ the Goddess Cutter didn't get the job done! Spector with Reason now...HARD Irish Whip... "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR THREW ALL HIS MIGHT INTO THAT ONE, AND REASON WENT _SAILING_ OVER THE TURNBUCKLES TO THE FLOOR! CC: REASON WON'T BE SAFE OUT THERE! OA: SPECTOR IS _SET_! HE'S READY! LIKE A PREDATOR STALKING HIS PREY! Reason to his feet! LOOK OUT HERE COMES SPECTOR!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKAAAAAAA-TTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: AND _THAT_ IS WHY THEY CALL IT HIGH-RISK OFFENSE!!! OA: SPECTOR WENT FOR A SUICIDE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA, AND GOT _NOTHING_ BUT THE COLD HARD CONCRETE _SMACKING_ AGAINST HIS BACK! "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: And if that historically bad back of Spector's wasn't hurt enough _already_, that impact _had_ to jar it out of place! Spector is about to be in a world of pain, Smokey! OA: Who's Smokey? CC: He's a pacifist, man. You know...I myself dabbled in pacifism once. Not in Nam, of course... OA: I'm completely lost around you sometimes. Reason trying to get back on track here! Picks up the prone Spector! Irish whip... "KKKKRRRRRRIIIIIIISSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR HITS THE STEEL GUARDRAIL SPINE-FIRST!!! CC: YOU CAN SEE IT RIGHT NOW! REASON IS _TARGETING_ THAT BACK OF THE EWA CHAMPION! [Spector crumples to the ground.] OA: And you can see the toll that the abuse on Spector's back is beginning to take! CC: Oh yeah! Reason senses the injury, and he's going right for it! [Reason rolls Spector in the ring, and positions his head hanging off of the apron.] OA: Reason is putting Spector's head in place, and I don't think it's by accident! CC: No chance! Check _this_ out! OA: REASON WITH A NO-HANDS LEAP TO THE TOP OF THE SECURITY RAILING! WHAT _BALANCE_! "THUNK!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON WITH A GUILLOTINE LEGDROP FROM THE _RAILING_! CC: THIS GUY'LL DO _ANYTHING_! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: MATTHEW REASON IS ABSOLUTELY _UNLOADING_ ON THE EWA CHAMPION! Reason hunting underneath the ring for something... CC: A lot of bad things that could be lurking down there... [POP!!!] [POPOPOPOP!!!!] [MAXIMUM POPPAGE!!!] OA: REASON HAS FOUND HIMSELF A _TWENTY_..._FOOT_...___LADDER___!!! CC: WHY IN THE WORLD DO THEY KEEP THOSE THINGS UNDER THERE? [Reason stands the ladder up on the outside of the ring.] CC: Look at that thing! It's on the floor, and it's standing eight or nine feet above the top rope! [The crowd comes to their feet as Reason begins to scale the ladder.] OA: REASON IS ASCENDING THAT 20-FOOT LADDER! CC: What in the world _for_? Reason's on the _outside_ of the ring, Spector's laying on the center of the _mat_! [Flasbulbs fill the arena as Reason sits atop the ladder. He positions one leg on either side of the second rung from the top.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: REASON IS ALL THE WAY AT THE TOP! REASON GAZES DOWN AT THE PRONE EWA CHAMPION!!! SPECTOR IS NOT MOVING! NO! NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKKKKKKAAAAAAAAA-BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" [ROOF-SHAKING OVATION!] OA: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!!! THE 270-POUND MATTHEW REASON WITH A 270-POUND FROG SPLASH!!! FROM THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING TO THE INSIDE!!! FROM THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE 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: THAT RATTLED EVERY SINGLE INTERNAL ORGAN IN SPECTOR'S BODY!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW HARD REASON LANDED?!? "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! AND I'M SORRY TO USE A CLICHE, BUT THIS LOOKS LIKE A _CAR WRECK_! CC: This is exactly what we expected! _This_ shows you just how prestigious the Unified Championship is going to be! To have two athletes of this caliber risking it _all_! [Reason slowly crawls his way over towards Spector.] OA: REASON IS CRAWLING TOWARDS THE COVER! HE'S ONLY A FEW FEET AWAY, BUT THAT CRAWL MAY AS WELL BE A FEW _MILES_ AFTER ALL THESE TWO HAVE BEEN THROUGH! [Reason drapes an arm over Spector's chest.] OA: THIS IS IT!!! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] [2.9999999] "UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: NO!!! NO!!! SPECTOR GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!! SPECTOR IS STILL ALIVE!!! CC: WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE? WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO PUT EITHER OF THESE GUYS AWAY? [Luke Kinsey begins to administer the ten-count.] OA: There's Luke Kinsey! We haven't talked too much about him tonight, but I think as far as referees go, anonymity is a _good_ thing! CC: No question about it! Kinsey's doing this match and this company right tonight! [Reason gets up to a knee.] OA: Reason is the first man to his feet! I have no idea just how much these two have left, but you get bet they're going to be giving us all of it and _then_ some! Reason dragging up Spector by his hair! Slaps on a front facelock! HOISTS UP SPECTOR! Male Fans: "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" OA: AND _CROTCHES_ HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! CC: There's just no good place to sit up there! OA: Reason climbing the ropes! CC: Looks like a superplex coming up here! [POP!!!] OA: WAIT A MINUTE! SPECTOR SHOWING LIFE! A KICK TO THE FACE OF REASON! ANOTHER! REASON SLIPS OFF THE ROPES! SPECTOR HOOKS HIS HEAD!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "BOOM!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR _SCORES_ WITH A 450-DEGREE TORNADO DDT!!! CC: AMAZING! ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! OA: Steve Spector has struck back, and now it's _Spector_ who's the first man to his feet! CC: Where is he _finding_ this? OA: Spector back to the turnbuckle! MOONSAULT FROM THE BOTTOM ROPE! Spector not going for the cover! He hits the ropes again! SECOND-ROPE MOONSAULT!!! Spector hits the ropes a third time! [POP!] OA: A NO-HANDS MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE COMPLETES THE TRIFECTA!!! COVER! ONE!! TWO!! AND REASON KICKS OUT! CC: OH! Check that out! [Spector winces, clutching at his back as he gets up.] OA: You can see The EWA Champion _really_ favoring that back now! CC: Each time he hits the mat, it jars his spinal cord a little more out of place! Spector could be doing a lot of damage to himself in the long-term here tonight! OA: Spector scooping Reason back up again! TIES HIM INTO THE TREE OF WOE! CC: Oh woe is Reason! OA: Spector slaps those legs in good and tight! Reason is suspended upside down in the corner! HE IS WIDE OPEN FOR... "CRACK!!!" "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: FOR _THAT_? OA: SPECTOR WITH A RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE I/W CHAMPION!!! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: THIS CROWD HAS COME ALIVE! SPECTOR HAS COME ALIVE! [POP!] OA: AND NOW SPECTOR _PITCHES_ REASON TO THE OUTSIDE ONCE AGAIN! The EWA Champion following the I/W Champion right out! CC: This is what we've been talking about all night! Spector has been biding his time for almost 30 minutes now! He has outlasted the fire and fury of Matthew Reason; _this_ is where he's gonna shine! OA: SPECTOR DRAGGING REASON AROUND RINGSIDE BY HIS HEAD! YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING UP! "CLANG!!!" OA: SPECTOR RAMS REASON'S HEAD INTO THE SECURITY RAILING!!! "THUD!!!" OA: INTO THE RING APRON!!! "CLONG!!!" OA: THE STEEL STEPS!!! "CLONG!!!" OA: THE RINGPOST!!! "SMACK!!!" OA: THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE!!! "THUD!!!" OA: THE RING APRON!!! "DING!!!" OA: THE BELL!!! "SMACK!!!" OA: THE EWA CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!! "SMACK!!!" OA: THE IWF/WOW CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!! "CLONG!!!" OA: THE RINGPOST!!! "THUD!!!" OA: AND FINALLY RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!! STEVE SPECTOR'S ULTIMATE PINBALL HAS COME TO THE FIRST UNION CENTER!!! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" [Spector gazes out among the crazed Philadelphia throngs chanting his name.] CC: Spector better not celebrate for too long! [HEAT!] OA: ANOTHER LOW BLOW BY REASON!!! SPECTOR NEVER SAW IT COMING! CC: OR SOMETHING LIKE _THAT_ IS GONNA HAPPEN! "UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: REASON STEAMSHOVELS SPECTOR INTO THE RINGPOST!!! DOING EVEN _MORE_ DAMAGE TO THE BACK! CC: OH NO!!! LOOK OUT! "KKKKEEEEEEEEE-RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" CC: HOLY MOTHER OF -- OA: MATTHEW REASON JUST _HEAVED_ SPECTOR INTO THE MASS OF CHAIRS AND WOOD AT THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE!!! SPECTOR'S BODY _ANNIHILATED_ EVERYTHING IN IT'S PATH!!! "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!!!!!" [A replay shows Spector taking out the timekeeper and a couple of crew members as his body obliterates the entire station.] CC: Reason showing absolutely _no_ regard for _anyone_, even the innocent bystanders! OA: Reason dragging Spector's limp form out of the wrckage! We've got men down out here! We need some help! CC: The IWF/WOW Champion is on a path of _destruction_! [Reason rolls Spector under the bottom rope. Spector rolls around on the canvas in obvious pain.] CC: Spector's back might never be the same! "THUD!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: ESPECIALLY NOT AFTER THAT JUMPING KNEE DROP FROM REASON! THE RESIDENT PSYCHO IS PICKING APART THE LOWER BACK OF HIS OPPONENT! "THOOM!!!" OA: ELBOW DROP! "THOOM!!!" OA: ANOTHER ONE! "THUD!!!" OA: AND ANOTHER KNEE DROP! REASON PICKING UP SPECTOR...IRISH WHIP! "BOOM!!!" OA: SPECTOR HITS THE CORNER WITH _MAXIMUM_ IMPACT! [Spector crumples to the mat.] CC: There ain't nothing fancy about this! It's just a straight-up assault on Spector's weak point! Textbook strategy! [SINISTER SUBMISSION MOVE POP!] CC: LOOK AT _THIS_! OA: MATTHEW REASON HAS APPLIED THE NE-HAN!!! THE FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH! SHADES OF THE LEGENDARY GREAT SASUKE! CC: SPECTOR IS THE CENTER OF THE RING! HE HAS GOT ABSOLUTELY _NOWHERE_ TO GO! OA: LUKE KINSEY CHECKING ON SPECTOR! SPECTOR CAN'T TAP OUT, BUT HE CAN DAMN SURE SCREAM HIS SUBMISSION! CC: I DON'T THINK SPECTOR CAN HOLD ON! HE'S GONNA HAVE TO GIVE IT UP! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: THIS CROWD TRYING TO GET BEHIND STEVE SPECTOR, BUT SPECTOR CANNOT ESCAPE THIS HOLD! HIS ARMS ARE TRAPPED BY REASON'S! HIS LEGS ARE PINNED BY REASON'S BODY! SPECTOR HAS NO LEVERAGE! HE HAS AN INJURED BACK! IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! CC: GIVE IT UP, STEVE! COME BACK TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR MAKING A DESPARATE GRAB FOR SOMETHING! _ANYTHING_! HE _HAS_ TO ESCAPE THE PRESSURE! CC: DID HE GIVE IT UP? OA: LUKE KINSEY IS RIGHT THERE! SPECTOR HAS _NOT_ SUBMITTED, BUT WHO KNOWS WHAT KIND OF PERMANENT DAMAGE HE'LL BE DOING TO HIMSELF IF HE DOESN'T? REASON IS _RELENTLESS_! CC: SPECTOR CAN'T MOVE! OA: SPECTOR IS GRITTING HIS TEETH! HE'S TRYING TO SUMMON EVERYTHING HE HAS IN HIM!!! SPECTOR: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" [ULTRA-MEGA POP!!!] OA: MY GOD!!! SPECTOR _YANKED_ ONE ARM FREE!!! REASON TRYING TO SNATCH IT UP AGAIN!!! [AN EVEN BIGGER POP!!!] OA: NO!!! SPECTOR GOT HIS _FINGERTIPS_ AROUND THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! REASON HAS TO BREAK THE HOLD!!! KINSEY (counting): "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" OA: AND REASON MILKS THAT COUNT FOR AS LONG AS HE CAN BEFORE LETTING GO! CC: I have never in my career seen more of a display of fortitude and courage like the one we're seeing tonight! Can you imagine the toll that this match has to be taking on Reason and Spector? [Reason slides under the bottom rope to the outside. The crowd buzzes.] OA: MATTHEW REASON HAS THE LADDER!!! HE'S BRINGING THAT 20-FOOT LADDER INTO THE RING FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT!!! CC: God don't _gotta_ know what! _Reason_ does! [Reason props the ladder up vertically in the corner.] OA: Matthew Reason...every single motion he makes is with a purpose, whether we realize it or not! What sinister idea would he possibly have in store? [Spector painfully pulls himself up by the ropes. He's right in front of the ladder. You know what's coming...] OA: LOOK OUT!!! REASON CHARGES!!! "KKKRRRRRRIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: JESUS!!! REASON WENT FOR A SPEAR, BUT SPECTOR LEAPFROGGED HIM AND REASON WENT TORSO-FIRST INTO THE LADDER LEG!!! CC: THE LADDER'S _CAUGHT_ AROUND REASON'S UPPER BODY! LOOK AT THIS! [The ladder has, indeed, become caught around Reason's massive shoulder span. There's a slight bulge on both ends as it molds itself around his frame.] CC: _IMAGINE_ HOW HARD REASON HIT THAT LADDER! [Reason struggles up and spins around. The top end of the ladder comes whipping around, and both Kinsey and Spector have to duck it. Spector reaches up and grabs it as it passes.] OA: SPECTOR GRABS THE TOP END OF THE LADDER! "CRACK!!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" OA: AND RUNS IT STRAIGHT INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! THE LADDER COMES BACK RIGHT INTO REASON'S FACE!!! CC: The only _upside_ to that for Reason was that it knocked him free of the ladder! OA: Thank goodness for small blessings. But Spector's not done! He places that ladder down lengthwise near the corner! SCOOPS UP REASON! "SMASH!!!!" OA: AND _SLAMS_ HIM ONTO THE LADDER! CC: That will screw up your spinal column like you can't even _imagine_! [Spector raises one finger to the sky. The crowd comes to their feet!] OA: SPECTOR WANTS TO GO AERIAL! CC: DIDN'T YOU LEARN YOU LESSON FROM THE _LAST_ TIME?!? OA: SPECTOR OUT TO THE APRON! HE'S CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLES!!! SPECTOR IS PERCHED ON THE TOP ROPE!!! [Spector gazes out to the crowd, smiles, and flies...] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKKKKKEEEEEE-RRRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" [_UNBELIEVEABLE_ OVATION!!!] OA: MAY GOD HAVE MERCY!!! STEVE SPECTOR WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE _HEAVENS_!!! RIGHT DOWN ON REASON!!! RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE LADDER!!! SPECTOR HAS BLOWN THE _ROOF_ OFF OF THIS PLACE!!! "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: SPECTOR PUT EVERYTHING HE HAD INTO THAT!!! HE CANNOT CAPITALIZE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! [Spector painfully gets up and makes the cover.] OA: HERE IT IS!!! THE FIRST-EVER UNIFIED CHAMPION OF THE IWF/WOW AND THE EWA!!! ONE!! TWO!! [2.5] [2.9999999] THR --- WHAAAAAAAT?!?!?!? KINSEY: "TWO!!!" "TWO!!!" CC: HE'S _ALIVE_!!! OA: SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, MATTHEW REASON FOUND IT DEEP DOWN INSIDE HIM TO GET THAT LEFT SHOULDER UP AT THE _VERY_ LAST INSTANT!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" CC: THAT MAY HAVE BEEN SPECTOR'S LAST CHANCE! OA: STEVE SPECTOR WITH A PAINED DESPERATION ON HIS FACE! WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE TO PUT AWAY THE MOST DANGEROUS CHAMPION IN IWF/WOW HISTORY?!? [Spector props the ladder up in the center of the ring.] CC: Oh, I don't like the looks of this one _bit_! OA: STEVE SPECTOR IS ASCENDING THE LADDER!!! CC: MATTHEW REASON HIT A DEVASTATING FROG SPLASH OFF OF THAT THING EARLER ON, AND IT WASN'T ENOUGH! WHAT MUST SPECTOR BE THINKING OF PULLING OUT HERE? [The crowd cheers Spector on as he painfully climbs...step after step...when suddenly...] CC: OH MY GOD, _LOOK_! OA: MATTHEW REASON IS UP! MATTHEW REASON IS STARTING TO CLIMB THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THAT LADDER!!! CC: OH MAN, THEY'RE HEADED FOR A COLLISION COURSE 20 FEET IN THE AIR!!! [The intensity reaches a fever pitch.] "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: SPECTOR AND REASON ARE ATOP THAT TWENTY FOOT LADDER!!! A RIGHT HAND BY SPECTOR! A RIGHT HAND BY REASON! THEY'RE TRADING HAYMAKERS IN THE MOST PERILOUS LOCATION IMAGINABLE!!! [KA-POP!!!] OA: MY GOD, LOOK OUT!!! SPECTOR WITH A HURRICANRANA!!!!! CC: NO!!!!! [BIG-TIME POP!] OA: REASON BLOCKED THE HURRICANRANA!!! HE'S TRAPPED THE LEGS OF SPECTOR!!! [Reason -- impossibly -- gets an iron grip around Spector's torso and hoists him up into the air.] CC: OH...MY... [Reason LEAPS!!!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "KKKKKKAAAAAAAA-TTTTTHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!" [EAR-SPLITTING POP!!!] OA: MY GOD!!! MY _GOD_!!! REASON HAS DONE IT!!! REASON WITH THE REASONABLE FORCE POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!! "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" "HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT!!!!!" CC: THIS IS OFF THE CHARTS, AMBROSE!!! OA: REASON IS DOWN!!! SPECTOR IS DOWN!!! CC: EVEN _KINSEY_ FELT THAT ONE!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" OA: AWW ___NO___!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" CC: IT'S KILJOY!!! IT'S PAUL KILJOY!!! [Kiljoy begins a slow march down the aisle.] OA: THIS SON OF A BITCH IS GONNA _RUIN_ ONE OF THE GREATEST MATCHES OF ALL TIME!!! HE'S GOT _NO_ PLACE HERE! [POP!] OA: AND LUKE KINSEY IS OUT INTO THE AISLE TO STOP HIM! CC: Kinsey not the least bit intimidated by Kiljoy! [Kiljoy is maniacally irate, and doing anything he can to get around Kinsey, who just won't let him and keeps ordering him to back. Finally Kiljoy acts like he's given up.] OA: And it looks like Luke Kinsey is paying _dividends_! He has defused a potentially explosive situation! [Kinsey goes back to reffing the match, but Kiljoy makes a U-Turn and comes back...] CC: WAIT A MINUTE! OA: KILJOY'S GRABBED THE STEEL CHAIR! HE SLIDES INTO THE RING! KINSEY DOESN'T SEE HIM COMING! CC: KILJOY'S GONNA BLAST HIM! "CRACK!!!" [HUMONGOUS POP!] OA: KINSEY SUPERKICKS THE CHAIR BACK INTO KILJOY'S FACE!!! GOOD NIGHT KILJOY!!! "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" "KIN-SEY!!!!!" OA: AND WE'VE STILL GOT A MATCH GOING ON! AND CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? _BOTH_ MEN ARE ALMOST TO THEIR FEET! "BOOM!!!" OA: WILD RIGHT HAND BY SPECTOR!!! "BOOM!!!" OA: RIGHT HAND BY REASON!!! "BOOM!!!" OA: HAYMAKER BY SPECTOR!!! "BOOM!!!" OA: RIGHT CROSS BY REASON!!! "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" "I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!! I-SLASH!!!!!" CC: LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE!!! OA: THESE FANS ARE SENSING THE END IS NEAR!!! IRISH WHIP BY REASON!!! SPECTOR SLIDES UNDER THE ROPES TO THE APRON!!! CC: GODDESS CUTTER!!! OA: SPECTOR GOING FOR THE GODDESS CUTTER!!! BUT REASON CATCHES HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE GUT!!! REASON GOING FOR THE REASONABLE FORCE POWERBOMB!!! "KKKKAAAAAAAA-BBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" [ULTRA-MEGA FINISHER POP!!!] OA: ______GODDESS CUTTER_______!!!!! ______GODDESS CUTTER_______!!!!! SPECTOR COUNTERED THE REASONABLE FORCE IN MID-AIR!!! SPECTOR WITH THE COVER!!! [Crowd counting along...] "ONE!!!" "TWO!!!" "THREE!!!" DING! DING! DNIG! OA: YES!!! YES!!! [CROWD _EXPLODES_!!!] OA: HE'S DONE IT!!!! SPECTOR'S DONE IT!!!! FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER ... ... AND __ NNNEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW __ UNIFIED WORLD CHAMPION ... ["Ricochet" by Faith No More BLASTS!!] S T E V E S P E C T O R ! ! ! ! ! [POP!!!!! POP!!!!! POP!!!!!] "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" [Pry INSTANTLY bursts victoriously overhead!] [The crowd is on their FEET, people! Not ONE butt is still in it's seat as Spector rolls off of Reason, finally able to rest.] "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" OA: THAT'S RIGHT!! THAT'S RIGHT!! THAT MAN RIGHT THERE, THAT LEGEND OF OUR INDUSTRY, HAS JUST UNIFIED THE IWF/WOW AND EWA TITLES!!! GIVE IT UP FOR STEVE SPECTOR!! GO AHEAD!! "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" "SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!! SPEC-TOR!!!!!" [To spent to celebrate, as he did with the EWA title, Kinsey simply drapes the IWF/WOW and EWA titles across Spector's chest. Our brand new champion wraps his arms around both, a slight smirk crossing his lips.] CC: YOU'VE GOTTA HAND IT TO HIM! I'VE NEVER BEEN HIS BIGGEST FAN, BUT HE MADE ONE OUT OF ME TONIGHT! OA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS IT! WE THANK YOU FOR JOINING US ON ALL THREE OF THESE DAYS THAT WE WILL NEVER FORGET!! THIS HAS BEEN EGOS AND ICONS!! THIS HAS BEEN THE I-SLASH!! AND THIS IS OUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!! [One more look at Spector, coming slowly to his knees and raising both championships overhead. Fireworks explode overhead once again as the camera shows us an upward, angled shot, the sky bursting over Spector's head.] "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "BOOM!!!!!" "KA-BOOM!!!!!" 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