[TV14 DSLV] [Over a sheet of darkness, the spaced out, grinding chords to the introduction of Korn's "Blind" call out.] ##### # ####### ### / ###### / / ### ### #/ /# / / / ## ## ## / / / ## # ## ## / / ### ## ## ## ## ## ### ## /### /### ## /## ## ## ### ### ## / ### / / #### / ## / ### /### ## ### ### ## / ###/ ## ###/ ##/ ### / ### ## ### /## ## ## ## #### ## ## ## ## #/ /## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ## #/ ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ### # / # / ## ## ## ### ## ## ### / /## / ## ## /# /### ## ## ## #####/ / ########/ ### / ####/ ## / #### / ## ## ### / ##### ##/ ### ## ###/ ## ## | / \) / / / _ \ | | | __| _ \ __| _ \ __ \ __| __| ___/ | __/\__ \ __/ | | | \__ \ _| _| \___|____/\___|_| _|\__|____/ _)_)_) [A dim, lightly golden beam crawls across the screen, and briefly, the silver I-Slash logo.] [As the music accelerates, the same golden light captures fleeting, haunting images, beginning with "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, in all seriousness, turning his head slowly toward the camera ... ... Justin Arcola with his arms folded. No glimmer of remorse in his eyes ... ... A chilling look into the narrow eyes of Maverick, behind a shredded curtain of soggy, black hair ... ... "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy, naked as can be except for a sock over his manhood, flicking his tongue ... ... A diagonal view of RRJ wearing a green boot on his head ... ... Matthew Reason, with his back turned, looking barely over his shoulder through chords of damp, stringy hair ... ... Shane St. Clair grinding his fist into his palm ... ... "Epic" Eric Travers, complete with Oakley sunglasses, Nike Canada "Epic" t-shirt, and smugness has his arm around Tricia Lane, who's head rests on his shoulder.] [Just as Jonathan Davis growls his trademark phrase, the same words flash one at a time across the screen in brilliant spurts of silver.] _____ / _ \_______ ____ / /_\ \_ __ \_/ __ \ / | \ | \/\ ___/ \____|__ /__| \__ > \/ \/ . . . _____ ___ \__ | | ____ __ __ / | |/ _ \| | \ \____ ( <_> ) | / / ______|\____/|____/ \/ . . . __________ __ _________ \______ \ ____ ____ __| _/__ __ \_____ \ | _// __ \\__ \ / __ < | | / __/ | | \ ___ / __ \_/ /_/ |\___ | | | |____|_ /\__ >____ /\____ |/ ____| |___| \/ \/ \/ \/\/ <___> [The song continues for twelve more seconds, replaying the images of the wrestlers at an accelerated tempo, until ... ] ... silence ... ... blinding darkness ... ... the scratching of a record ... ... and then ... [An instrumental version of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses begins playing. Several images of the recent past run through the beginning.] ["Legacy" Paul Kiljoy watches blood weep from his palm ... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis leaving Brian Nelson's office ... ] [Trevor Storm throwing Angel Ramirez in slow motion against a row of lockers ... Justin Arcola stares Brian Nelson right in the eyes with sorrow ... ] [Gunnar Gaines Grizzly Slams Charles Gibson ... Matthew Reason bites a strand of Cheryl Gaines hair ... ] [Maverick drives RRJ through a fence ... RRJ holds Maverick in a Fujiwara Armbar outside the ring ... ] [DTP hits Wade Thompson with a Heartbreaker ... Thompson's BMW wrapped around a telephone poll ... Wade breaks a cruch over Super Scott's back ... ] [With Extremist holding him in a camel clutch, Mack Ensassarol smacks Dave Pietka in the face with a chair ... Pietka gives Extremist the God DAMN DDT through three tables ... ] [The Men In Black chase Infinite Justice out of the ring ... "Dixie" Davis Washington holds Frank Ewiak in a figure four as Johnny Revere uses a chair on his leg ... ] [Johnny Spades pulls off his hood ... Shane St. Clair tends to fallen Coach Harris ... ] [Maniacal Mailman chokes Super Scott to his knees ... Mr. Robinson smacks him across the back with a hickory stick ... ] [STOP!] [Catch your breath. Get some Cheetos. A Mt. Dew. A hot pocket. Whatever.] [Just get ready.] [Ok?] [Let's do this.] __ _ _ .___ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ / \ ___ ` , __ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | | | | | | | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / / `.__/| / / | ___ ___/ ___/ ___ / \ .' /\ .' /\ / \ -' | / | | / | _-' / |,' | |,' | / /___, /`---' /`---' /___, _, __, _, __, _, _ __, _, _, __, ___ _,_ __, __, _, _, _, | |_ / _ |_ |\ | | \ (_ / \ |_ | |_| |_ |_ /_\ | | | , | \ / | | \| |_/ , ) \ / | | | | | | | | | , | , ~~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~ ~ ~~~ ~~~ November 3rd, 2002 Sapporo Dome Sapporo, Japan Attendance: 35,832 [No screaming, hoarse introduction. No growling Ambrose. This feeling ... this crowd ... it says everything.] [Brilliant bouqets of light dazzle the sky over 35,000 strong as multi-colored streamers litter the ring and all it's surroundings. Camera flashes glitter across the miraculous garden of fans.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "I-SURASHU!!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!!" OA: THEY'RE CHANTING OUR NAME IN SAPPORO, JAPAN!! CC: Uuh ... we THINK! [The camera sweeps the crowd slowly. Pyro continues to shatter just under the roof. Thousands of white "I-Slash" thundersticks clash rapidly. The citizens of Sapporo are feeling it.] OA: This is the biggest night of our lives, before 35,000 strong!! CC: We've come a long way, baby, and it's taken us right here to Japan! [We're sent to ringside. Bellying up to the broadcast table are Owen Ambrose and color commentator Cordell Crane. Owen wears a tuxedo like a pro. Cordell fills out a silk orange dress shirt. Behind them a mob of Japanese, and a few Westerners mug for the camera and wave their signs.] OA: NINE gigantic matches tonight! NINE scores to be settled! NINE counts of revenge served ice cold! And ALL the gold is up for grabs! CC: More than gold hangs in the balance tonight! Jobs are on the line! Friendships! FAMILIES! OA: Ladies and gentlemen, Cordell reminds me that Nate McMannis has STILL not been seen nor heard from here in Sapporo! Anthony Edwards spoke to Maverick. He hasn't spoken to him since last Wednesday. Then Anthony tracked down "Epic" Eric Travers. He could tell us nothing. CC: I can't believe our world champion is missing. I CANNOT believe how yellow his spine has become! OA: If he doesn't show up, Cordell, "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy is our new world champion, and I'm told there's a good chance he'll be forced to defend it against "Epic" Eric Travers. It would be a tragedy for McMannis to lose the belt this way, but you have understand where he's coming from. CC: Owen, I'd kick my grandma between the legs for a free Blockbuster video rental. You're trying to squeeze blood from the wrong stone. OA: Pray for this man, fans. We will try and keep you updated on the prognosis for the main event tonight, and even though we'd ALL be disappointed, just don't be surprised if our main event becomes Trevor Storm taking on Justin Arcola. As of right now though, we're heading straight to the ring for the six man tag team match! CC: I'm DYING to find out who Maniacal Mailman and Mr. Robinson's mystery partner is! I've been hearing rumors all day. There have been so many sightings here in Sapporo of different superstars from around the globe that I don't know what to believe. OA: Well I've seen a few major players from other organizations backstage, Cordell. It's difficult to tell if they're just here to get caught up in the excitement or to walk that aisle in just a few short moments! CC: Let's find out, dammit! ]============[SIX MAN TAG]=============[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Mr. Robinson, Maniacal Mailman, ? ? ? vs. Super Scott, Hades, The Extremist ]====================[Writer: Nelson FRANCINE: This opening contest, scheduled for one fall, is a special SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH! [The Japanese translation of everything Francine, and everyone else, says appears on the I-Sore, which will be a trend for the rest of the night. Therefore ... ] [POP!! POP!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... ["Rock City" by Royce begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos loudly.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, standing six feet three inches and weighing 222 pounds, here is ... ... T H E E X T R E M I S T ! ! ! ! ! [The Extremist comes to the ring wearing a black t-shirt with "86'd For Life" in white print on the front. He also wears black jean shorts and black wrestling boots. He ignores the crowd as he enters the arena and climbs into the ring.] FRANCINE: His partner ... ["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.] FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, about to make his way to the ring, weighing in at 273 pounds, From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the self-proclaimed "GOD of Wrestling", THIS IS... ... H A D E S ! ! ! ! ! #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 raises his arms in the air and does a spin to give everyone a good look. He then begins walking towards the ring almost plodding to the beat of the music.] #So YOU...think you've got some problems?# #So YOU...think you've got it bad?# #GOOD BOY!# #GOOOONE BAD!# #SO SORRY!# #SOOOOO SAD!# [Hades stops in the aisleway to flip off a few of the fans at ringside. He threatens to backhand another in the face, all the while his mouth is going 80 mph screaming taunts and expletives at the fans.] #Makes YOU...wonder if you can!# #It takes YOU...puts you in a can!# [Hades now climbs through the ropes, walks over to one of the corners, facing it, and puts his head down as he slowly jumps from foot to foot, psyching himself up for the match at hand. He takes a deep breath as a quieter part of the song begins.] #One thing I'm gonna do# #Something you don't wanna view# [Hades then leaps up to the second set of ropes as the song becomes intense once again, lifting his hands in the air, and flipping off the crowd who in turn, flips him off right back. Hades begins screaming at the top of his lungs at the crowd as the lead singer begins screaming.] #THIS IS MY WORLD!# #THIS IS MINE!# #THIS IS MY WORLD!# #THIS IS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!# [Hades then jumps down to the canvas and immediately walks to the center of the ring, yelling a few words at the ref on his way over. He stands in the center of the ring, waiting for the match to start.] FRANCINE: And their partner ... #OBIE TRICE# #NO NAME NO GIMMICKS# #TWO TRAILER PARK GIRLS GO ROUND THE OUTSIDE# #ROUND THE OUTSIDE# "BOOOOOOOOO!!!!" [As the first few verses of Eminem's "Without Me" start up, Super Scott emerges onstage.] OA: Fan-freakin-tastic. CC: Hey now, he's a former "Heel of the Year" in some awards thing. Show some respect. OA: He also won "Most Overrated" that same year. #THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR ME# #SO EVERYBODY, JUST FOLLOW ME# #CAUSE WE NEED A LITTLE .. CONTROVERSY!# #IT'D BE SO EMPTY WITHOUT _ME_!# [Super Scott makes his way down to aisle. He's wearing a faded out "Utopian Blondes" t-shirt with a nice big rip in the back. And warm-up pants that are 2 sizes too small] #SOMETIMES, MAN, IT JUST SEEMS# #EVERYONE ONLY WANTS TO DISCUSS ME# #THIS MUST MEAN I'M DISGUSTING# #BUT IT'S JUST ME, I'M JUST OBSCENE# OA: Can't we just buy out this bum's contract? It's obvious he's here because he needs the money ... let's just give him what he wants and be done with it. CC: How do you know that we're not all falling for a trap that he's set? He's hyped up tonight as a very big night and a shocking surprise awaits us all, how do you know his behavior isn't all a part of that plan? OA: It's a bunch of nonsense. He's got no surprise tonight. There is no bombshell. [Super grabs the mic] CC: I can't wait for what he has to say. Let's listen. Maybe this will be the bombshell! SUPER SCOTT: I hate to ruin the big surprise about who Mailman & Robinson got to be their partner, but my sources have confirmed it is who it is - so, why not? It's that no-good, stinkin' turncoat Jacob Josh Jordan! CC: ... or maybe it's not the bombshell. OA: This is news to me. I didn't think he was even in this company anymore. CC: Ha! What a letdown! That's ALL they could muster for their partner? Super's team is going to win this one in a walk, especially with my boy The Extremist on his team. FRANCINE: And their opponents ... ["Pyscho Killer" by Talking Heads begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd goes abso-freakin'-lutely pyscho!] I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a real live wire FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Virginia Beach, VA, standing 6 feet 7 inches and weighing 305 pounds, here is ... ... T H E M A N I A C A L M A I L M A N ! ! ! ! ! [The Mailman is wearing your typical postal carriers uniform, with several tears, one burn mark on the back, and some blood stains around the collar.] Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away [He is not a pretty sight as he sets his sights directly on the poor soul about to feel the wrath of the United States Postal Service.] FRANCINE: His partner ... ["Life's Been Good To Me" by Joe Walsh blasts. The crowd stands and pops. The cheers become stronger as _____________MR. ROBINSON_____________ appears through the curtain.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Los Angeles, California standing six feet and two inches and weighing one hundred and ninety-five pounds, here is ... ... ____________ M I S T E R ____________ ... ____________ R O B I N S O N _____________ ! ! ! ! ! [Mr. Robinson slowly walks down to the aisle to the crowds cheers. Mr. Robinson focuses on the ring, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding screams. Mr. Robinson is dressed in his trademark black vinyl pants, black hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves ripped off at the elbows, and a white towel draped over his head hiding his eyes. Mr. Robinson holds his hickory stick over his right shoulder with both hands.] FRANCINE: And thier partner ... [Mr. Robinson lays a hand on her shoulder and takes a mic.] MR. ROBINSON: I am not fond of the idea of fighting Super Scott in this absurd tag match. Why shouldn't I fight him straight up? And what is the Maniacal Mailman crying about? What claim does he have? And most importantly why the hell should I trust him watching _my_ back and help win _my_ fight? [Mr. Robinson paces around the ring, while Mailman casts a skeptical gaze, then finds a seat on the second turn buckle in the corner. Mr. R talks calmly looking straight down.] MR. ROBINSON: Anyways, I'm entering this _sham_ with one half wit and one unknown so it looks like the cards are stacked against me. Well there are certain things that I can and I cannot control. I cannot control the Mailman but I can control the destiny of the other man who will be watching my back, spilling his blood with mine for the same common goal. [Mr. Robinson stands up still looking directly down.] MR. ROBINSON: There are few men who I trustŠ This number has slowly diminished due to these crippling years that have robbed good men of their ability and focus. _But_ I found the one man who I would take in my corner of the ringŠ (speaking louder) to fight with in an alleyŠ TO SURVIVE WITH IN A FOX HOLEŠ _TO TRUST WITH MY LIFE_. [Mr. Robinson's blood shot eyes pear at the crowd.] MR. ROBINSON: Mailman, this is nothing personal. YOU ARE ONLY MY PARTNER. BUT _THIS_ ... ... IS MY _BROTHER_! [The opening to "101 North" by Tomahawk begins to play over the PA system as the crowd starts to murmur.] OA: His _brother_? [After a few seconds, the voice of Mike Patton comes over the PA...] # Hitch a ride.... # Hitch a ride..... OA: This music ... where do I know this music? CC: That's Tomahawk. The guy from Faith No More-- OA: Not that! I mean-- [After a few seconds, a loud whoosh is heard, and the crowd EXPLODES!!!] ["WE DON'T BELIEVE IT" POP!!!!!] CC: JESUS CHRIST, OWEN!!! JESUS H. CHRIST!!! LOOK WHO MADE THE TRIP!!! SON OF A _BITCH_!!! [The horror on Super Scott's face could not be more priceless. Francine beams as she raises the microphone to her lips.] FRANCINE: COMING DOWN THE AISLE ... CC: HOW THE HELL!? HOW THE FREAKING FROZEN HELL!? FRANCINE: ... STANDING 5 FEET 11 INCHES TALL ... OA: MY EYES HAVE TO BE PLAYING TRICKS ON ME, CORDELL!! I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT THEY'RE SHOWING ME!! FRANCINE: ... HAILING FROM CARTERET, NEW JERSEY ... OA: AND FRANCINE KNOWS HIS STATS BY _HEART_!! WHAT A GAL!! FRANCINE: I PRESENT TO YOU ... CC: DON'T SAY IT, BITCH!! DON'T YOU _DARE_ SAY IT!! ... _____ S T E V E _____ ... _____ S P E C T O R _____ ! ! ! ! ! [He looks down at the floor, and appears to be shaking.] OA: LISTEN TO THAT OVATION!!! 35,000 PLUS, ON THEIR FEET, CELEBRATING THE ARRIVAL OF ONE OF THE BEST EVER!!! AND IT'S GETTING TO HIM!!! SPECTOR'S FEELING THE SURGE!!! [Spector jogs in place for a brief moment, chin still tucked into his chest, until finally he thows everything he's got into toward the roof and roars, totally psyching up an already fanatical crowd.] OA: WHAT A WAY TO KICK OFF NOVEMBER PAIN!! # Egos squirm and they tie up the bonds # I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday # The engine has no stories to tell me # 'Cause there's no one to tell them to # The last drugstore has sold the very last pill CC: THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!!! STEVE SPECTOR CANNOT BE HERE, IN JAPAN, WITH THE I-SLASH!! OA: HE'S HERE, CORDELL, IN ALL HIS GLORY!! GET USE TO IT!! [Spector begins his walk down the aisleway as the huge pop continues. The crowd showers him with multi-colored streamers. He looks towards the ring with an icy stare, not taking his eyes off the ring for a second.] # Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up! # You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up.. # [Crowd chants along.] SHUT UP! # The rusty wiper blades move along, in song # Having a lonely body in your car.. # [Crowd chants along.] SHUT UP! # My piece is in your ear, moving fast, thinkin' clear # I'll squeeze if you don't steer and follow the line.. # [Crowd chants along.] SHUT UP! [Spector hops onto the apron, and gives a quick glance over the crowd before staring back into the ring.] # You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won # Screw on the silencer and have some fun! [Spector slingshots into the ring over the top rope.] # Grey highway, deserting me.. # Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way.. [The song starts to die down as Spector makes his way to the corner. He hugs his half-brother, Mr. Robinson, and then shakes hands with an old rival, the Maniacal Mailman. Not once casting a glance toward his opponents, Spector steps onto the second turnbuckle and aims his arms toward the sky, nearly taking the roof of the Sapporo Dome in the process.] OA: THEY LOVE HIM HERE IN, JAPAN!! THEY LOVE HIM THE WORLD OVER!! [Super Scott throws one of the biggest tantrums EVER. He kicks the ropes, shakes the referee by the collar, screams at his teammates, nearly rips his own hair out, and curses violently at the fans, who probably don't understand a word but enjoy seeing him on edge. The Extremist displays no emotion, while Hades tries to calm Super down.] OA: Can you belive the reaction of Super Scott?? Can you believe the toll a man almost half his size is taking on his mind?? CC: He wasn't expecting this! Who WAS expecting this!? This changes the complexion of the whole match! This changes strategies! This changes techniques! Gameplans! [Mailman, Robinson, and Spector all nod together. Robinson and Mailman climb through the ropes and take their stations on the apron.] CC: And he's gonna START! That little bastard is gonna start this match! [Across the ring, Hades offers to begin, but Super Scott shakes him off. He wants Spector. He wants him now. At least, that's what he wants us to think.] CC: That's it, daddy! Man up, Scott! Man up! He's 5'11! You're 6'9! You'll step on him and not even know it! OA: You don't sound very convinced of that! CC: Shut up! Just close your mouth! [Hades and Extremist climb out. Super Scott stretches along the ropes, bounces around a bit, and flexes his vague tone.] OA: Here we go! History about to be made! SPECTOR'S HERE, CORDELL! SPECTOR'S IN THE I-SLASH! CC: STOP REMINDING ME! (( DING DING! )) [The crowd has already hit a fever pitch at the start of this opening bout. OA: Look at Spector, waving him on! Cajoling this near giant! That's FEARLESS! CC: That's SENSELESS, Owen! Spector pissed in Scott's Fruit Loops tonight! He's going to pay! He's going to bleed! He's gonna crawl right back to-- [POP!!!!] OA: Dropkick to the knee! Spector rises quickly! Make it a pair! No, triplets! Scott's hurting here at the outset! Dragonscrew legwhip! [POP!!!] OA: Scott tumbles out of the ring! Here come Extremist and Hades to console their partner. CC: That's teamwork! That's a tightly wound unit! Tighter than Dolly Parton in an A-cup, daddy! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [BREATHTAKING POP!!!!!] OA: SPRINGBOARD SWANTON BOMB ON THE WHOLE TRIBE!!! SPECTOR'S A WEAPON OF MASS DESCTRUCTION!! [Super Scott, Extremist, and Hades lay scattered like debrit across the arena floor. One by one, all four men come to their feet. Spector first, who comes face to face with Hades.] OA: Hades gets drilled! Kick to the breadbasket! SNAP SUPLEX!! What a crisp move from Spector! [Spector comes come again, this time running into Extremist. Another kick to the stomach, followed by a ... ] OA: Double Underhook DDT!! [Scott, just recovering, gets the benefit of simply being thrown into the ring by his hair. Spector races across the apron and scurries up the turnbuckles, trying to beat Scott to his feet.] CC: This guy doesn't stop! He doesn't miss a beat! OA: It's the adrenaline! It must be pumping gallons per second through his veins! [Scott takes a few steps forward, only to stagger a few back before turning and facing the music.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> (((( ---- BOOM!!!! ---- )))) "UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" OA: TORNADO DDT FROM THE MILKY WAY!! THERE'S THE PIN, AND IT'S ALREADY OVER!! [The eager and entertained crowd counts along.] "ICHI!!!" "NE!!!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!" OA: THE EXTREMIST pulls Spector out of the ring! What a heartbreaker! [POP!!!] OA: BUT HE'S GONNA ATONE FOR IT!! Spector drives him back with right hands!! Extremist's back is against the ropes! CC: The barricade, actually. OA: Spector, with A SINGLE BOUND, lands on the apron! BACK JUMP! [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: AXE-KICK DUMPS EXTREMIST INTO THE FIRST ROW!! Spector changes gears and heads back to the ring. Super Scott meets him on the apron! Spector blocks a big right! [He yanks back on the middle rope and catapults himself underneath the bottom, right between Super's legs. He turns onto his stomach before he stops. Instead of going for Super Scott, he dives across the ring and tags the Maniacal Mailman.] OA: TIME'S UP! NEW RULES! [Spector looks over his shoulder from the apron, into the crowd, and pumps his fist a few times. He elicits a HUGE appreciation pop for a showstopping performance.] CC: Oh no! Here comes the psycho! OA: Through rain, sleet, or snow! Clothesline takes Super Scott off his legs! Butterfly suplex! Scott's crawling toward his corner! Extremist and Hades are actually reaching for the tag! CC: And why shouldn't they be? This is a very well oiled machine for a makeshift tag team. OA: Scott doesn't get that far. He's a man in peril! Mailman drags him back by the ankle. He picks Scott up with a full nelson. Full nelson slam coming up! "Uuuuuuuhhh!!" OA: Mule kick! Super takes the low road out of harm's way! Back elbow to Mailman rock his head! And another! Scott turns around and PUTS A BOOT IN MAILMAN'S MOUTH! CC: He took him down! He took the Mailman down! OA: Look how proud he seems of himself! After weeks of running! Hiding! Cowering! Super Scott stands next to Mailman and looks PROUD! I can't-- [Mailman does the zombie sit-up and snaps his head toward Super Scott.] CC: WHOA! [Scott jogs to his corner and tags in Hades.] OA: Here comes Hades, a former IWF/WOW World Champion! He and Mailman have some issues to tend to for sure. It was Hades who cost him a bout with Mack Ensassarol! [POP!!!] OA: AND A SPEAR TO THE MAT SHOWS HADES HE HASN'T FORGOTTEN!! MAILMAN'S ALL OVER HIM!! HIS FISTS ARE DANCING ACROSS HADES' FACE!! CC: What are you talkin' about!? Hades is fighting back! OA: You mean fighting FROM his back! He can't make the contact he wants from there! [Mailman jerks Hades to his feet unceremoniously and propels him into the ropes.] OA: MAILMAN SNAGS HIM WITH A GORILLA PRESS ... [POP!!!!] OA: ... AND HURLS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE EXTREMIST!! [Hades inadvertantly cross body blocks his teammate, resulting in both men plummeting to the concrete floor.] CC: COME ON, HADES! EXTREMIST! SUPER SCOTT! Pull yourselves together! [A frustrated Extremist jerks his own partner up and grips him around the throat. Super Scott, wanting cooler heads to prevail, tries to reason with Extremist, who seems to consider leveling Hades. After a tense moment, he simply grabs Hades by the hair and tosses him into the ring.] OA: We have some internal friction within the ranks of Hades and Extremist, and it's no secret why. Mailman and Spector have dominated thus far, and it's only a matter of time before Mr. Robinson gets to play his hand. I'd advise the other three to simply fold. CC: They're just ironing out some wrinkles, that's all. They've had a few hiccups. OA: More like they've been gagging! [Mailman reaches down to collect his victim, but gets surprised with a thumb to the eye.] CC: Nice! OA: Hades reaches out and hooks Mailman around the neck. SMALL PACKAGE! 1 OA: POWERFUL kickout! He almost separated Hades' arm from his shoulder with the force of his leg! Mailman locks Hades' head under his arm and pulls him up. (( BOOM! )) "Uuuuuuuhhh!!" OA: BACK DROP DRIVER FROM HADES! CC: Like, the man, or the origin? OA: The MAN, numbskull! You saw it! And there's a cover! 1 2 OA: NNNNNO!! It was ALMOST over! Irish whip from Hades ... catching Mailman with a knee-lift on the rebound! Double knee-drop to the abdomen! CC: So much for all that rage! Hades stamped it returned to sender! OA: Hades drapes the immensely heavy Mailman across his shoulders! And he BARELY hurdles him over his head for a GUTBUSTER! Just BURYING that knee into Mailman's gut! And we see another cover. 1 2 OA: Can't keep the big man down! Hades with a tag to Extremist. Both of them gather behind Mailman. [They cross his arms over his chest, reach between his legs and each grabs a wrist.] OA: DOUBLE CROSS-ARMS SUPLEX!! Extremist and Hades working out their differences long enough to pull that spectacular move off! Extremist throws himself into the ropes as Hades makes an exit. There's a springboard moonsault! BUT MAILMAN HEAVES HIM RIGHT OFF! [The postal "worker" rolls onto his knees and bangs his head a few times. Extremist jabs him in the face.] OA: NO EFFECT! CC: He's like one of those horror movie monster! Jason Voorhees! Michael Myers! [Extremist whips his leg over Mailman's shoulder and kicks him in the back of the head.] OA: STILL NO PAIN! [He tries the other leg, but this time Mailman reaches up and cuffs his ankle.] OA: He's in trouble now! Extremist is on thin ice! [Mailman raises one knee and lunges his feet.] OA: CAPTURE SUPLEX POWERSLAM!!! [He doesn't release the leg, or the head.] "ICHI!!!" "NE!!!" OA: KICKOUT!! KICKOUT!! CC: Not many men could've recovered from impact like that so quickly! Not many men at all! OA: Extremist has proven that he's not just any man. Mailman easily traps him in this team's corner. Spector lifts his hands in air, letting the referee know nothing funny is going on as Mailman tags in Mr. Robinson! AND THE EXTREMIST EXPLODES!! CC: HE'S A CORNERED ANIMAL!! RAGE, EXTREMIST!! RAGE!! OA: HE POUNDS MAILMAN! ROBINSON! SPECTOR! [Mailman has enough and shoves him back into the corner. Robinson makes his way through the ropes and the both of them proceed to stomp a pothole in Extremist's chest.] OA: He picked the wrong place and the wrong time! Mailman's being escorted out of the ring, though I don't referee Michael Hall would have a prayer of getting himout if he was unwilling. Now Mr. Robinson slings Extremist into the ropes. THESZ PRESS! TOPPED WITH RIGHT HANDS! CC: Extremist rolls over on him! He's spitting it right back! OA: Robinson turns the tides again! This is a brawl! This is a downright slugfest! Extremist breaks away! Robinson lunges at him! Clubbing him across the back! Extremist kicks at him in return! CC: It's hard to tell what's connecting and what isn't! OA: Extremist throws a right, and it's fended off! Robinson with a backdrop! No! He crotches Extremist on the top turnbuckle, facing this rowdy Sapporo crowd! [Mr. Robinson climbs to the second turnbuckle, leans Extremist forward, and sticks his head between his legs.] OA: Robinson locks his arms! CC: What the hell? ((( --- BOOM!!! --- ))) [POP!!!!] OA: REVERSE GORY SPECIAL BOMB!!! ROBINSON WITH THE COVER!! "ICHI!!!" "NE!!!" OA: NO!! NOT ENOUGH, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!! Robinson goes back to work! He grabs Extremist around the legs. SLINGSHOT INTO THE CORNER! CC: Extremist lands on the second turnbuckle! OA: Robinson doesn't know it! He turns around! HALF-TWIST BODY PRESS! Extremist nailed it! And there's just no time for Robinson to cover! Extremist makes sure of it! Kicking him repeatedly in the head, shouting derogatory names! This is NOT the spirit of competition that impresses the people of Japan. CC: Are you kiddng? They LOVE it! Look at how hard their concentrating! OA: Cordell, their eyes are ALWAYS like that. CC: You don't say. OA: Extremist hoists Robinson onto his shoulders. ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!! Robinson's gagging! His windpipe could be crushed! Extremist pulls him up via headlock. He runs Robinson toward the ropes! [Extremist pounces onto the middle turnbuckle, pushes off, and turns back toward the center of the ring.] OA: SPRINGBOARD TORNADO BULLDOG!! 1 2 OA: NO! Extremist offers the tag to Super Scott ... WHO PRETENDS NOT TO SEE HIM!? Bogus! Super Scott wants no more part of this! Just the credit for standing there! CC: Will you let him be? [Extremist tags Hades hard on the shoulder out of frustration. The one time IWF/WOW World Champion gives Extremist an instruction, the heads to the top turnbuckle.] OA: High-risk doubleteam maneuver coming up! [Extremist bear hugs Robinson, then crouches, laying Robinson out across his knees. Spector and Mailman protest from across the ring.] (( BOOM!! )) OA: GUILLOTINE LEGDROP! AND THE COVER! THIS IS IT! 1 2 [POP!!!] OA: DROPKICK TO THE FACE! STEVE SPECTOR BREAKS UP THE PIN! He's seen QUITE ENOUGH of this doubleteaming! Bravo! CC: He may have inadvertantly brought more punishment on his half-brother here. In the time it's taking Michael Hall to usher him out of the ring, Hades has trapped Robinson in the corner with Extremist and Super Scott! OA: And you're exactly right! They're all three having their way with him! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: They don't like it anymore here in Sapporo than they do in Toronto! HOLD ON! [POP!!!] OA: ROBINSON'S BOLDLY FIGHTING BACK!! [POP!!!] OA: THERE'S SOME FOR HADES!! AND EXTREMIST!! AND ... [POP!! POP!!] OA: ... SUPER SCOTT GETS KNOCKED OFF THE APRON!! [Robinson crawls through Hades' legs in a desparate attempt to tag out. Spector and Mailman both offer their hands as far as they'll reach.] OA: ROBINSON REACHES OUT FOR SPECTOR!! [The crowd urges him on, eager to see Spector back in the heat of things.] CC: GET OFF YOUR BUTT, HADES! STOP HIM, FOR GOD'S SAKE! [With their fingers just inches apart ... ] "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!" CC: No dice! OA: SUPER SCOTT PULLED ROBINSON OUT OF THE RING!! [He slams Robinson against the apron and begins pounding him in the head. Spector, being on the same apron, has a nice, wide target. He jogs to the center of the apron and thrusts his foot back into Super Scott's face.] OA: That doesn't last long! [Scott drops a few steps back.] [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: ASAI MOONSAULT!! [Spector brings the high school basketball star to his back and rolls into the barricade. Mr. Robinson dives back into the ring and ducks a clothesline from Hades. He pivots, catching Hades in a rear waistlock ... ] (( BOOM!! )) [POP!!] OA: FACE FIRST SPINEBUSTER!! [Robinson immedietly dives into his corner.] [HOT TAG POP!!!] OA: WELCOME BACK, MAILMAN! He's a house of fire! Promptly smothering Hades with those big, callous meathooks! Irish whip ... AND A HUGE POWERSLAM! He's not finished! Scoops him over his shoulder! __TOMBSTONE__!! "ICHI!!!" "NE!!!" "SA--AAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!" CC: NO!! OA: EXTREMIST BREAKS IT UP!! And here comes Mr. Robinson! He sacks the Extremist! With Hades laid out, Robinson calls Mailman over! Doubleteam action on Extremist! CC: Look up top! Spector's perched on the third floor! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: __FROG SPLASH__ ON HADES!!! CC: This match has totally disgintegrated! It's no longer an organized competition! THIS IS A MELEE! OA: Super Scott's climbing back onto the apron. He's a total mess! He looks like he doesn't even know where he is! [Scott turns his back to the ring action and lays across the ropes, facing the crowd. Spector takes a keen interest, then sprints toward the corner nearest his target.] OA: SPECTOR SPRINGBOARDS OVER THE TOP ROPE!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [MARK-OUT FINISHER POP!!!!!] CC: OH MY GOD!! OA: ___ GODDESS CUTTER ___!!!! ___ GODDESS CUTTER ___!!!! FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!!!! "I-SURASHU!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!" "I-SURASHU!!!! I-SURASHU!!!!" [Both men writhe on the concrete, selling the move to the optimum degree.] OA: What a display! CC: Michael Hall needs to regain some order! Mailman and Robinson are STILL doubleteaming Extremist! OA: Indeed they are, as Extremist ricochets off the ropes. Double-clothesline! Now Mailman has an idea for Robinson, who seems to just love it! CC: He's heading out of the ring, and from my experience, nothing good can come of this. OA: Robinson lifts the ring skirt and ... and ... HE PULLS OUT A TABLE! [The thinner, narrower Japanese type. Robinson opens it up and bridges the apron and barricade. Mailman puts Extremist in a standing headscissors and double underhooks the arms. He jerks him up over his right shoulder and stomps toward the ropes.] CC: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> ((((( ----- KEEEEEERRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!! ----- ))))) "UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!" OA: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB!!! OVER THE TOP AND STRAIGHT THROUGH THE LUMBER!!! [Mailman steps back and throws his arms in the air to a gigantic ovation! Meanwhile, Spector rounds the ring, finding a nice, peaceful spot to climb in. Super Scott pulls himself back onto the apron, and we're not even sure he knows what direction he's going. He sits on his knees and leans through the middle rope to rest. Unbeknownst to Scott, Hades is slithering toward him.] OA: Tag made! Tag to Super Scott! CC: No! That doesn't count! OA: And why shouldn't it!? CC: He didn't volunteer! OA: HADES GRABS SCOTT BY THE HAIR AND JERKS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES!! It's YOUR TURN, pal! [Hades flashes Scott double birds, then exits and the ring and strolls up the aisle.] CC: What the ... where's he going!? OA: Hades has had enough! He's taking a hike! He'll be damned if he's gonna fight this match alone! CC: YOU YELLOW COWARD! OA: Super Scott is now the legal man! And he's all alone! He's got no one to turn to! Hades has deserted him! The Extremist is buried beneath the rubble of a table! [Scott, on his knees, shuffles back into a corner as the trio of Steve Spector, Maniacal Mailman, and Mr. Robinson close in on him.] [POP!!! POP!!!] OA: They want to see it! Everyone wants to see Super Scott served! [Scott attempts to dive through the ropes, but Mailman reaches out and grabs him by the waist of his sweatpants. He jerks Scott back into the ring and cuffs him by the neck.] (( BOOM! )) OA: _CHOKESLAM_!! [Mr. Robinson picks him up. He lifts him into a delayed vertical suplex positon, then spikes him with a _wicked_ brainbuster!] [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: __ STYLE & GRACE __!!! [And now it's Spector's turn. He sticks Scott once again feet first into the air, and then sits straight down, spiking Scott's head between his thighs.] [FINISHER POP!!!] OA: __ CHERRY BLOSSOM BOMBER __!!! [Maniacal Mailman, our other legal man, pulls the clinically dead Scott's head off the canvas and applies a stump puller, only with Scott's left leg bent behind him.] OA: __ FOLD, SPINDLE, & MUTLIATE __!!! [ONE MORE FINISHER POP!!!] OA: LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM!! SUPER SCOTT IS IN AGONY, JUST THE WAY WE LIKE IT!! CC: This is not fair to Super Scott! He was thrown into this match! With a sloppy team! OA: Earlier you were talking about what a force they were! CC: Well I--I--I ... (( DING DING DING! )) OA: HE TAPPED!! SUPER SCOTT TAPPED!! FRANCINE: Here are your winners ... ["Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads plays.] ... M A N I A C A L M A I L M A N ! ! ! ! ! ... ____________ M I S T E R ____________ ... ____________ R O B I N S O N ____________ ! ! ! ! ! ... and ... ... S T E V E S P E C T O R ! ! ! ! ! OA: What a victory for this team! What a debut for Steve Spector! We are SO happy to see him in the I-Slash! And I'm told in my earpiece that later tonight Anthony Edwards will attempt to get a word with him! I can't WAIT to hear what Spector has to say! [Super Scott grabs his aching back and rolls out of the ring. He limps up the aisle and disappears quietly beneath the I-Sore. Spector, Mailman, and Robinson all take a corner and scale it, raising their arms up high for the crowd to react.] [POP!! POP!!] [Anthony Edwards casually strolls down the backstage area of the Sopporo Dome. He is wearing a ten inche wide grin and sees to be in generally good spirits. THe camera pans down to reveal somebody attached to Edwards arm. A small japanese boy wearing a a bootie on his head.] AE: Ok, Koshi. We've met Mr. Nelson, Charles Gibson, and that weird hot dog vendor guy. Who do you wanna meet next? Koshi: Way-zor Won!! AE: I think he's preparing for his IC title match with Maverick. Perhaps after he wrestles, we'll swing by his locker room. Who else? [The boy scratches his head.] Koshi: Hay-Dees! AE: Bad idea. He hates children. What about Super Scott? [The boy starts to cry.] AE: Sorry. Sorry. [Edwards puts his hands over the boys mouth and tries to think fast.] AE: Uh.......How about........uh...... [He walks past an ajar locker room and looks at the name. A smile comes over his face.] AE: I have a special treat for you, Koshi. Your going to meet one of the up-incomers in the I Slash. He actually has a match tonight for the EWA World title. [Koshi sniffles and a smile forms on his cherub face.] Koshi: Mawk? [Edwards sighs in relief and pushes the door open.] AE: Mawk...uh...I mean Mack...are you here? [The camera pans over to Shocker Mack Ensasserol sitting in his underwear staring at a picture of Hades.] MACK(singing): # God must of spent a little more time on you.# [Anthony Edwards clears his throat loudly. Mack turns and is taken by surprise. He quickly puts on a pair of jeans and flashes a nervous stupid goofy smile.] MACK: Hey...An-tone. Who do you have there, a fan? AE: Mack this is Koshi. [The shirtless Shocker picks up the little boy and puts him on his knee.] MACK: So, Koshi, are you a Mack fan? Koshi: YAAAAAA!!!!!!! MACK: Are you a Hades fan? Koshi: (louder) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! MACK: Me too. Did you know me and "the God of Wrestling" used to be close? AE: Until he beat your brains in. [Mack shoots Edwards a dirty look.] AE: Sorry. Go on. MACK: Do you have any friends? AE: (sniff) No. MACK: I was talking to Koshi. AE: Oh. [Koshi nods.] MACK: So you trust them? [Nods} MACK: Do you......love them? [The boy wears a puzzled look.] MACK: It's OK for two men to love one another. I'm not talking in a Arcola way. You can show love to your friends as long as your penis doesn't somehow get involved. [Edwards groans and slaps himself in the face.] Koshi: Meester Mawk, aw you gonna won tha E-Dubya-A belt, ton-ight? [Mack face changes from glee to distain.] MACK: Belt? I'm trying to teach you a lesson in friendship, and your asking me about some stupid, phoney baloney strap that represents a dead promotion? Jesus Christ! I knew you Japs were backwards, but this is ridiculous! Didn't we teach you anything from World War II? AE: AHEEM!!!!!!!! [Points to camera.] MACK: Oh. Right. Um. The EWA title. Well, Koshi I plan on pinning that blowjob in the middle of the ring. No wait. Screw that. I will make him tap out to the most feared and revered move in the history of modern man: THE KEYSTONE CLUTCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then I will be declared the World Champion of the entire Universe!!! [Mack stares Koshi looking for some kind of reaction. The boy sits very placid and stares at Shocker.] MACK: (whispering) Hey Edwards. What is the deal with this kid? Did he win a contest or sumpin? AE: (whispering) No. He's part of the "Last Wish" program. His wish was to meet all the I Slash wrestlers. MACK:(Loud) Last Wish? You mean......... [Mack lets out a girlish scream and knocks the child to the ground.] MACK: WHAT THE HELL, EDWARDS?!?!?! Why on earth wuld you bring a diseased child within my breathing range?! I just got over the Justin Arcola scare. AE: Arcola? You never even wrestled him. MACK: Yeah, but he probably used the same toliet seat as me. What does this kid have? The bubonic plague? Leopracy? The Black Death? Wait. I think that's the same thing as the bubonic plague. AE: Please Mack. Stop. This is in the worst possible taste. Koshi: Dying? I not dying. MACK: Sure you are kid. Why else would they call it Last Wish? [The boy ponders this query. Suddenly, he bursts into wailing and a stream of tears.] AE: Nice, Mack. Real nice. I hope your proud of your self. MACK: I always am. Can you please get this disease bag out of here. I have to prepare for my match. [Mack looks Koshi right in his tear filled eyes.] MACK: I swear by the Castle Greyskull, that if I get so much as a cold sore form you, I'll send you to the reaper a few months early. [Edwards grabs the boy and leads him out of the room.] MACK: Don't forget to buy my shirt!!!!!!!! [Hesits back down and grins.] MACK: Cute kid. [Fade back to ringside.] ]========[IWF/WOW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP]=======[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Shane St. Clair vs. Johnny Spades ]====================[Writer: Wade FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWF/WOW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [POP!!!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first, the challenger... [The arena suddenly goes black as The lyrics of "Drop A Gem On 'Em" by Mobb Deep begins to play over the loudspeakers.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Las Vegas Nevada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 285lbs pounds, here is ... ... J O H N N Y S P A D E S ! ! ! ! ! # It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em.. # [As the chorus comes to an end, the boos rain down as Johnny Spades walks to the top of the entranceway decked out in his usual attire of black knee pads,black elbow pads,black boots with J.S written in old English,black trunks with a skull wearing a jokers cap on the front and "Spades" written on the back in white old English. Covering his muscular torso is a black T-shirt with the skull wearing a jokers cap logo on the front and the phrase "Don't Hate Greatness" on the back in white old English. A cocky snarl is on his face as he scans the crowd.] # Sick 'n tired, all these fake crooks need to retire they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit f*** it, I love it like a cloud over the projects your game I'm above it its combat, gats bangers and all that you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that # [Spades shakes he head then walks slowly down to the ring. That cocky sneer still etched across his face.] # I mention, nuthin but the real sh** presentin the hollow tip crew 41st side convention try for? you half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box yo ni**** I'm testin (There's no question) bitch ass have you confessin like a D-T left in state of depression # [Spades walks up the steps then looks at the crowd once again before dipping through the ropes. Spades swiftly climbs to the second turnbuckle.] # You under pressure, intact no doubt catcher the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma you casper, you yell my name thats only givin me props plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked got raped on the Island, you officially got kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit (keep it real kid, you don't know who you f***in wit) # [Spades raises his arms in the air getting a huge heel pop. It doesn't seem to faze him. Actually he seems to like it as a devilish grin spreads across his face.] # It's the Infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em # [The lights come back on and the music slowly dies. Spades climbs down, rips off his T-shirt and throws it to ringside.] FRANCINE: And his opponent... [The arena fades to black and a huge orange "S" appears on the giga-tron.] [POP!!! POP!!!] FRANCINE: Hailing from Jacksonville, Florida ... standing 6'3 and weighing at 265 lbs ... he is the "PRIDE OF SYRACUSE" ... ... THE IWF/WOW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!! ... "H E A D L I N E R" S H A N E S T. C L A I R ! ! ! ! ! [The sound of whipping wind howls through the PA system, sending a ghostly feeling through the arena. The once orange "S" has turned crimson red, and drips slowly down the front of the gigatron like flowing blood. The sound of footsteps eminates through the PA, the sound growing louder and louder with each passing moment. Suddenly ....... silence and darkness.] PA: DIG ....... DIG ...........DIG .............. DIG ........... DIG .........DIG ............ DIG ............... DIG ....... [Three short guitar rifts followed up by the chorus of "Dig" by Mudvayne roars from the PA. A red spot light kicks on sending a crimson glow through the arena. The curtains fly open and from the back steps Shane St. Clair. He is dressed in black knee high boots and knee pads, his tights are black and white with the skull printed across the back. Both his fist are covered with pit fighting gloves. Iron rivets have been placed in the knuckles of the gloves for added insurance. The camera moves to Shanes face which is now painted white in the model of a skull. He moves slowly towards the ring his eyes in a daze. Half way down the aisle he stops only to crack his knuckles and neck. His face is emotionless as he arrives at ringside. Using the ringside steps he enters the ring and goes to his respective corner. Lowering his head slightly but not taking his eye off the opposing corner he waits for the bell.] OA: Cordell ... even on his worst of days I have never seen the Headliner look like this. CC: Oh hell Owen, it's all about show. St. Clair is just trying to intimidate Spades. It's all mind games, maybe if you had ever stepped into the squared circle you know this. OA: Say what you will Cordell, but believe me ... Johnny Spades may have bit off more then he can chew tonight. Attacking the man is one thing, but attacking the man's mentor ... Johnny Spades has just awaken a sleeping giant. (( DING DING! )) OA: The bell rings and St Clair charges across the ring!! Spades side steps him and there's a right hand from the challenger!! Returned by St Clair!! Oh my!! These two are standing toe to toe in the corner and they're throwing everything they've got!! CC: This match ain't gonna be for the feint of heart! There's a lot of bad blood here!! OA: The two men are continuing to throw right hands, but it looks as though St Clair is beginning to wear Spades down! BIG right hand sends Spades through the ropes and to the floor!! CC: St Clair is an animal! OA: And he's going right out after Spades! St Clair grabs a hold of Johnny Spades... AND THROWS HIM INTO THE RINGPOST!! Spades' back must be killing him after that move!! CC: St Clair's power is incredible. He ain't all that bright, but he's strong. OA: St Clair stays on top of Spades and lifts him to his feet. St Clair scoops Spades up... POWERSLAM ON THE FLOOR!! Or at least the raised platform that the ring is sitting on! St Clair hooks a leg! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . Spades kicks out easily! CC: Johnny Spades is no pushover. This match is going to be an all out war, and this is only the very beginning. Remember, these two have been through a hellacious battle in the past and Spades won it. OA: You speak of course of the Intercontinental Title Ladder Match from WrestleFest 5. CC: That's right. These two beat each other close to retirement, and actually left the attention of EMTs at one point to finish the match. They'll stop at nothing to win. OA: St Clair lifts Spades and sets him against the ringpost. St Clair backs up and charges... CLOTHESLINE AGAINST THE RINGPOST!! St Clair just screamed something to Spades about Coach Harris, and kicked him square in the mouth! Shane St Clair lifts Spades once again and rolls him into the ring. St Clair rolls in and lifts Spades to his feet once again. Shane St Clair whips him into the ropes... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Another cover! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . Spades kicks out!! CC: Spades needs to get something done and soon. As good as he is, and as much as he can take, he can't continue to take this beating non stop! OA: And as if on cue, Johnny Spades slows St Clair down with a low blow! Spades is on one knee trying to catch his breath, and St Clair is starting to move towards him again... Spades thumbs St Clair in the eye!! CC: I should have known the low blow wouldn't be as effective as usual. St Clair's boys have to have shrivelled up from the 'roids! OA: Oh c'mon Cordell! Spades is on his feet now and grabs St Clair... SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! Spades is right back up and into the corner. he climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps... Flying kneedrop to the forehead of St Clair!! CC: Spades is one of the few guys who has the size to manhandle Shane St Clair, and he's beginning to assert himself now. OA: Spades lifts St Clair and drills him with a right hand to the forehead!! Spades grabs St Clair... PILEDRIVER!! Here's a cover! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . St Clair kicks out! CC: As painful as it is to admit, Spades is going to have to do a lot more to finish of St Clair. OA: Spades stands and waits as St Clair pulls himself to his feet. St Clair still having a problem with the eye... SPADES JUST SPEARED ST CLAIR AND THEY'VE BOTH GONE THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!! My gawd!! Did you see St Clair's head bounce off of the padding around the ring!?!? CC: I did! If St Clair is still conscious, it's a miracle! But we may not know immediately because Spades did some damage to himself as well!! OA: Both men are down on the outside, and all referee Miguel Hernandez can do is watch and wait. The fall must come by pinfall or submission, there is no other way for the match to end. CC: Well, they could conceivably kill each other in trying to win this match, what happenes then? OA: Someone throws one carcass on top of the other and counts? I don't know!! It's a ludicrous thought anyway! CC: So is the thought of you ever getting married... To a woman anyway. OA: Shut up Crane! Hold on... Spades is moving and he's covering St Clair! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . St Clair kicks out!! CC: If Spades had been able to make the cover right away, I think he would have got him! OA: But he didn't on either count. Spades lifts St Clair... LOW BLOW BY ST CLAIR!! He returns the favour on Spades! CC: Now did you notice how that actually HURT Spades? That's because he's drug free, and still has his testicles. OA: St Clair struggles to his feet, and looks up at Spades, who is doubled over on the corner of the platform. St Clair rushes Spades... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: MY WORD!!! Johnny Spades just backdropped St Clair off the platform and into an aisle on the floor of the Sapporo Dome!!! CC: That platform is a good five feet off of the ground, and that floor is nothing but solid concrete!! OA: That's right, they've taken the astroturf off of the floor for this event, so there is absolutely NO padding on that floor!! Spades jumps down and waves for Hernandez to follow him. Spades over the barricade and covers St Clair!! Here comes Hernandez!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . St Clair kicks out!!! I can't believe it!! CC: That's unreal!! I thought he was out for sure!! But I think it should be noted that if Hernandez had gotten his fat ass over there a little quicker, this match would be over!! OA: That's not true at all! Miguel got there plenty quick enough! St Clair with a right hand to the jaw of Spades!! Spades fires back! Another shot by St Clair!! I don't know where it's coming from, but St Clair is digging down deep somewhere!! St Clair unloads again and grabs a hold of Spades... AND DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE!! St Clair grabs Spades and pulls him in front of the front row of fans here in the sold out Sapporo Dome! St Clair drives Spades' head into the barricade again and then tosses him over it and onto the steps that lead up to the platform! St Clair jumps over the barricade and climbs up onto the steps... Spades grans hold of St Clair... SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE FLOOR!!! CC: That was from about the second step!! OA: Spades covers again!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . St Clair kicks out again!! CC: My gawd, what will keep this man down!?!? OA: You have to wonder, as does Johnny Spades. He looks a little bit frustrated right now, as he snarls and lifts St Clairto his feet. Spades scoops St Clair, and slams him hard onto the floor in the aisle!! Now what's he doing? Johnny Spades is climbing the steps back into the ringside area... He's looking under the ring, and... Oh no! He's pulling out a steel chair... And he's after something else... Not this! Johnny Spades has brought out a LADDER!! CC: I think he's looking to rehash Wrestlefest 5!! Maybe repay an old debt? OA: We can only hope, for the safety of both of these athletes that that is NOT what is on the mind of Johnny Spades! Spades throws the ladder down... RIGHT ON TOP OF ST CLAIR!! He tossed that on him from over his head, and he's standing 5 feet higher than St Clair! Spades grabs the chair and descends the steps. Spades clears the ladder off of St Clair and motions for him to get up. St Clair is beginning to get to his feet... Spades with the chair over head... ST CLAIR TACKLES SPADES AND DRIVES HIS BACK INTO THE STEPS!!! CC: What a burst by St Clair! He caught Spades completely by surprise! OA: Spades is standing in the aisle clutching at his back and Shane St Clair has that steel chair... ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK*** OA: OH MY!! What a chairshot by Shane St Clair!! I know this saying is overused, but in this case I think it's a valid statement... He just about decapitated Johnny Spades with that shot!! CC: Both guys are down in the aisle, as St Clair used all the strength he could muster to deliver that chair shot. I don't think it's off base to say that Johnny Spades may still be in better shape at this point. OA: You may be right. I don't think Shane St Clair has recovered from that fall he took to the concrete a short time ago... Maybe we should take that back Cordell. Both men are pushing themselves up, and Johnny Spades is busted wide open!! CC: St Clair has drawn first blood, but this isn't the Arcola/Storm match, so Johnny Spades is still very much in this! OA: Shane St Clair is out to avenge the attack on Coach Harris, and he's doing a smack up job! Both men stand toe to toe... Big BIG right hand to the forehead of Johnny Spades by St Clair!! St Clair grabs the ladder and folds it up... SHANE ST CLAIR JUST DROVE THE END OF THAT LADDER INTO SPADES' FOREHEAD!! St Clair drops the ladder on top of Spades and climbs the steps... He wouldn't! CC: I'm think he would! St Clair is nuts! OA: St Clair runs and leaps... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: SUPERFLY SPLASH ONTO THE LADDER, CRUSHING SPADES UNDERNEATH!!! CC: I can't believe he did that!?!? St Clair, in his lust for vengeance may have broken himself in half in the process by splashing that ladder!! OA: Just imagine what it did to Spades! St Clair, who looks to be in a SERIOUS amount of pain crawls over and tosses the ladder off of Spades and covers! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . Spades kicks out!!! Unreal!! CC: This match may never end at this rate!! OA: The bloodied Johnny Spades somehow found it within himself to kick out after having that ladder driven into him! Shane St Clair lifts Spades... WHAT A SHOT TO THE RIBS BY SPADES!! Johnny Spades instinctively fired a shot to the ribs of St Clair, and that doubled him over!! St Clair's ribs appear to be seriously injured!! CC: They should really stop this Owen. If St Clair were to puncture a lung... Ah, let 'em fight! OA: How compassionate! ST CLAIR FIRES BACK!! Johnny Spades stumbles backwards and falls!! St Clair stalks him... KICK to the ribs!! St Clair doubles over again as the bloodied Spades rises... DDT ON THE FLOOR!!! St Clair's head was driven into the lightly carpeted concrete of the aisle!! Spades isn't covering though! What is he doing now? CC: He's grabbing that ladder and climbing the steps! OA: What is Johnny Spades going to do? You have to be kidding me!! Spades is standing that ladder up on the platform!! Spades is climbing the ladder!! CC: That's a ten foot ladder Owen. Spades is at least eight feet up on it. OA: That eight feet plus the five from the platform to the floor! He;s looking down at St Clair... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: FROG SPLASH!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!! CC: I don't know if that did more damage to St Clair's ribs, or Spades! His knees took an awful pounding on that move, never mind his own ribs!! OA: Regardless Spades is slowly moving over and covering St Clair... He drapes an arm over him... 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!! ST CLAIR RAISED HIS SHOULDER!!! CC: WOW!! I thought it was over for sure!! OA: So did I Cordell, and I think so too did Johnny Spades!! Spades wipes dsome blood off of his forehead and stares in disbelief at St Clair! Spades slaps the ground and stands up. Spades is looking around this incredible facility, and a smile just creeped over his face!! Spades lifts St Clair, and he dragging him down the aisle!! CC: Good gawd what are they going to do to each other next? OA: Spades rams St Clair's head into the secuirty railing, and then drags him along some more. Where on Earth are they headed!? CC: Spades thought of something just now, but who knows what it could be. There is so much hatred between these two, who knows how far they'll go? OA: They're getting very close to the stage now. Spades whip[s St Clair... REVERSED!!! Spades goes flying headlong into a large speaker!! St Clair charges... RUNNING LARIAT DROPS SPADES!! St Clair grabs hold of Spades and lifts him up... St Clair lifts... POWERBOMB ON THE FLOOR!!! St Clair covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Spades kicks out!! CC: As brutal as that was, doesn't it seem tame compared to what we've seen so far? OA: It really does! St Clair lifts Spades again... Spades uses the front of St Clair's tights to propel him face first into a steel barricade!! Spades is up and he's walking away from St Clair. Spades looks to be heading for a breather, and St Clair is coming after him! Spades is climbing a set of steps up onto the stage, and Shane St Clair is in pusuit!! CC: Spades is up to something. After all this, do you think he'd just take a powder? No! OA: I think you're right Cordell, but what could he be doing!? Spades is headed for the entrance, and St Clair is right behind him... Have we got our cameras back there? [The cameras in the back go to work as Spades is caught coming through the curtain and heading for a hallway, with St Clair hot in pursuit.] CC: Spades must be leading St Clair somewhere, but where? OA: Spades... What did he just grab!?!? He's waiting around a corner... OH MY GOODNESS!!! Shane St Clair just took a pipe to the head!!! Spades covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . St Clair kicks out!! CC: Is the man's head made of cement? What am I saying? Of course it is! OA: Spades looks incensed now!! He lifts St Clair... And St Clair is bleeding now. St Clair wraps his arms around Spades... Hey! Where'd that... [St Clair lifts and heaves Spades over his head, and right into a sheet of plate glass leaning against a wall. That shattering sound is unmistakable] OA: Glass come from!?!? CC: I guess they had some left over. OA: St Clair covers Spades on the glass!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . Spades kicks out!!! CC: What is it going to take to end this? OA: We'll find out soomer or later... Where is St Clair taking Spades... SPADES JUST THROUGH ST CLAIR THROUGH A SET OF DOUBLE DOORS!!! Spades walks out, and our camera follows... They're outside!! CC: This match is going to end in downtown Sapporo! OA: They're on the side of the building where the soccer pitch is maintained!! Spades drills St Clair with a right hand that staggers him back!! There's another!! T-BONE SUPLEX!!! St Clair is hurt, and if I'm not mistaken, he is very near the dge of a ten foot drop off!! CC: That's where they move the grass in and out of the stadium... I remember that from the tour we took yesterday, and you're right, it'd be about ten feet! OA: Spades lifts St Clair... He wouldn't!! OH MY GAWD!!! [Shane St Clair breaks Spades' grasp and tosses him off the "ledge"] CC: ST CLAIR WOULD!!! OA: The camera rushes over, and Spades lies in a heap on the ground below. Luckliy for him though, he landed on the grass!! CC: If you can be lucky having been thrown off of a ten foot ledge, I guess that would be it! OA: St Clair and Hernandez go down the incline on the side. Both are in a jog as they head for Spades! CC: If this match isn't over... It should be! OA: St Clair gets to Spades before Hernandez and covers!! Here comes Miguel! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! SPADES KICKED OUT!! CC: This is insane!! How on Earth did he do that!?!? OA: That grass must have a fair amount of give! What is St Clair doing? He's looking around at a few things... Oh my gawd what is he thinking? [The camera picks up on some work equipment in the area. There are some ladders, both step and extension, some scaffolding, and a couple of forklifts.] OA: St Clair walks over to the work area... He has an extension ladder! He's carrying it... Where's he going? St Clair is setting that ladder up against the ten foot wall!! Now where's he going? CC: St Clair is setting something up, but what? OA: He has a step ladder now... And he's walking that onto the grass... He's measuring up something... You don't think he's going to... CC: Going to what!? OA: St Clair grabs Spades... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY SPADES!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . St Clair kicks out!! St Clair quickly up, and grabs Spades... JUMPING PILEDRIVER!!! I don't care what surface you're on, that's going to do some serious damage!! St Clair lifts Spades over his shoulder... And he's climbing the step ladder!! I was afraid of something like this!! CC: You don't think... OA: I do think!! St Clair sits a near unconscious Spades on the top of the step ladder!! St Clair climbs down and runs over to the extension ladder!! St Clair is climbing!! CC: I think you're right Owen... This is completely nuts!! OA: St Clair is nearing the top of the ladder... And he's back on top of the ledge... St Clair grabs the top of that ladder... It has to be extended to about 12 feet!! St Clair is butting the feet of the ladder against the wall... [St Clair carefully puts one foot on a rung near the top of the ladder and looks down at Spades on top of the step ladder many feet away. St Clair steps onto the ladder with the other foot and it starts to lean. Slowly, and then with increasing velocity the top of the ladder heads for the ground...] OA: If St Clair misses this, more than his title reign will be over... HE LEAPS FROM THE LADDER!!!!... [St Clair times it perfectly spearing Spades from the top of the ladder he's seated on, and propelling both men to the grass eight feet below.] OA: MODIFIED GIGA-SPEAR!!!!! CC: People will be talking about that move for years!! OA: I can't even imagine the velocity with which St Clair just hit Spades!! St Clair barely moving, but he drapes his arm on top of Johnny Spades!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (( DING DING DING! )) OA: And this one is mercifully over!! FRANCINE: Here is your winner ... ... And _STILL_ IWF/WOW HARDCORE CHAMPION ... ["Dig" by Mudvayne plays inside the arena.] ... S H A N E S T. C L A I R ! ! ! ! ! OA: It ended on the SOCCER FIELD! St. Clair slays another personal demon here to night in Sapporo! [Cut to the arena. The camera circles around a 20 ft. High scaffold.] OA: Oh my, from the ground to the sky! 20 Feet high, fans. Four men are going to risk their lives fighting from a scaffold that will sit twenty feet on top of the arena floor CC: Twenty feet down is a huge fall and will not only shorten careers it might end a few here tonight! OA: You want careers ended? CC: If it's the Men in Black, by all means. OA: You're pathetic. ]=====[IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP]=====[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Men In Black vs. Infinite Justice ]======[SCAFFOLD MATCH]=======[ Writer: Dave FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is fore the IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!! [HUGE POP! -- If you thought this one was big...] FRANCINE: It is also a SCAFFOLD MATCH!! [MOTHERLOAD POP~! THIS ONE'S BIGGER!] CC: I've always thought the Japanese were sick... but God, they want blood, they want death... OA: You did a minute ago. CC: Ok, but they're ugly too. [The house lights go down as the opening chords of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" begins to play over the house speakers. A series of star-shaped spotlights line the way up the aisle. The legions of fans get to their feet and begin and boo the hell out of what's about to come..] Francine: "Introducing, at a total combined weight of 505 pounds, ladies and gentlemen ... ... "DIXIE" DAVIS WASHINGTON!!! ... JOHNNY REVERE!!! ... I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! ! ! [The fans cheers turn to large boos as Johnny Revere and "Dixie" Davis Washington emerge from the locker room area. Johnny is a tall, muscular man. He is clean shaven,and his medium-length brown hair is tied back into a neat pony tail. He flings his tail back as he walks down the aisle, he dawns black and gold long wrestling tights. Davis Washington contrasts his partner's neat appearance. His dirty-blond hair hangs haphazardly to his shoulders, and his face sports a goatee. Washington wears blue jeans and a white jean t-shirt.] CC: The contenders looking good tonight, I guess they wanted to dress for success, that's what new tag champions due. OA: Don't kid yourself Cordell, don't sell the Men in Black short. [Johnny's countenance is all business: his eyes stare up at the complex, at what awaits him. He places his hand on one of the rungs and looks around at the crowd. Revere looks back at Washington who shoots him a grin and a nod as Revere begins to climb the ladder. Washington stays at the bottom with his back against the ladder. Revere pulls himself on top of the Scaffold as he poses as Washington points up to Revere.] CC: Tonight, Infinite Justice takes what should be theirs in the first place! FRANCINE: Their opponentsŠ THEY ARE THE I-SLASH WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSŠ JAYSONŠ DAGGERŠ THE [CROWD CHANTING ALONG] MENŠ INŠ BLACCCCCCCCCCKKK!!!!!!!!!! CC: This crowd knows English!? OA: They know who they're cheering for and it's not those turncoats. CC: They had a revelation Owen. They realized who's number one, and number one baby is Infinite Justice. The U.S.A. thing was nice for a little while, the country showing patriotism for a good four months, but that's out and a bad attitude is in. [INSERT ENTRANCE - BRIAN NOTED IN MATCH.] [Before he can even get to the ladder, Dagger is met with a savate kick right to his jaw. Washington then begins climbing the Scaffold as fast as he can. Jayson gives chase as he climbs the rungs and grabs the foot of Washington.] OA: What a cheap shot by Washington but he's been caught by a shoelace by Jayson.. [Washington shakes his leg and luckily releases the grip of Jayson and climbs to the top of the Scaffold. Washington is pulled up by Revere, Jayson reaches the top and is met by a vicious kick that makes him teeter from the ladder.] CC: DROP.. DROP.. OA: Oh come on, this hasn't even started! This match doesn't start until both teams have reached that Scaffold. I'm still finding it hard to watch Revere and Washington act like this. [Jayson pulls himself up to the Scaffold but is met with a few shots by Justice. Jayson crawls on to the Scaffold but is met by a barrage of kicks.] OA: They're kicking the living hell of Jayson twenty feet in the air. CC: Every kick they connect on, Jayson's face isn't hitting a canvas, its hitting cold steel. Each shot hurts three times more up there. [Revere yanks Jayson up and lifts him up in the air, Washington takes a few steps back only to run and hit Jayson with a flying clothesline that brings his head down on the steel scaffold.] OA: Jayson's head just SMASHED that steel scaffold- CC: It's ok, nothing there to injure. [Revere begins lifting up Jayson.] [POP~!] OA: DAGGERŠ. DAGGER IS FLYING UP THE LADDERŠ [Revere drops Jayson down and points at Washington to look at Dagger, but as Washington turns Dagger has reached the top of the scaffold he bolts across and hits a double clothesline.] OA: Dagger bulleting across that scaffold saving Jayson from a double teaming by Infinite Justice. [Dagger picks up Washington and slams him on top of the Scaffold, Washington once receiving contact with the scaffold holds his back in pain by Dagger quickly drops a leg across the neck of Washington.] OA: A legdrop by Dagger trying to repay Washington from the surprise Savate kick he received earlier. CC: There are no surprises in wrestling. The minute you leave that curtain be ready, it's not Washington's fault Dagger wasn't. [On the other side, Revere is now up as is Jayson as both duke it out. Jayson lays a hard forarm shot that sends Revere back. Jayson charges at Revere, but Johnny grabs Jayson spins andŠ POP! OA: SPINNING SPINEBUSTERŠ. LIKE A HELICOPTER FLYING HIGH, JOHNNY TOOK A SPIN WITH JAYSON AND BROUGHT HIM DOWN HARD ON THAT STEEL SCAFFOLD. CC: Twenty feet high is the proper way of settling a war. The Men in Black plan on holding those titles for a long, long time. It's a shame that Infinite Justice is throwing a wrench into the works. [Dagger turns around and sees Revere getting up from the spinebuster and focuses his attention to Johnny. Dagger heads towards Revere, but Washington grabs Dagger's leg. Dagger turns and lays a kick to release the hold but turns around to taste a boot right to the mouth.] OA: Revere planting Dagger with a kick to the jaw. Revere showing no mercy on top of that ScaffoldŠ [Revere grabs Dagger by the head and points to the ground below..] OA: Oh God.. don't do it. [Revere yanks Dagger to his feet and lifts him in the air in a full body pressŠ [Will he?] OA: KICK BY JAYSONŠ OH NOŠ DAGGER HIT THE SCAFFOLD AND ROLLED OFFŠ HE'S GOT A HOLDŠ HE'S HOLDING ONŠ CC: KICK HIM DIXIE!! OA: DIXIE GOING TO STOMP THE FINGERS OF Š TACKLE! SPEAR! GORE! WHATEVER YOU CALL ITŠ JAYSON PROTECTING HIS PARTNER TAKING OUT WASHINGTON WITH A JEVON KEARSE TYPE HIT! CC: Calm down will you? OA: They're twenty feet high Cordell, what do you want from me? CC: I want you to sit down and shut up. [Jayson lays a few punches into Washington for good measure as Dagger yanks himself on to the Scaffold. Revere is met with a sweep kick by Dagger] [DONK!] OA: The head of Revere SMASHING HARD against that Scaffold! [With both of the Infinite Justice down, the Men in Black point to each other then grab the heads of their opponents and smash their heads against the Scaffold and continue to do so drawing a huge pop from this capacity crowd.] OA: The biggest crowd in the HISTORY of I-Slash is cheering in encouragement to the actions of the Men in Black~! CC: They're smashing their heads into a steel scaffold and these Japanese people are encouraging it. Sick culture here in the orient! [The Men in Black stop only to stop and thank the crowd for their applause. Dagger and Jayson then go and pick up Washington as Dagger lifts up Washington and walks over to the side of the Scaffold and hits a backbreaker on Washington.] OA: Backbreaker on DixieŠ and he's not releasing it! CC: What on earthŠ OA: Jayson is pointing towards to the ladder, are they? Jayson is climbing that ladder and the I-SLASH CHAMPIONS look like they're attempting a variation of Final Jeopardy!!! CC: Get up Revere! Get the hell up, daddy! [Jayson points to the crowd, then hopes off the ladder on to Washington with a legdrop across the neck of Washington. Washington flips of Dagger and lands face first on the scaffold and does a dead fish flop on impact.] OA: FINAL JEOPARDY..., THE CATERGORY IS.. STILL REMAINING TAG CHAMPSŠ CC: I HATE TREBEK.. AND I HATE YOU OWEN! [Dagger begins rolling Washington off the ScaffoldŠ Washington body flings over the side but his hands claw to the side of the Scaffold. He stares up screaming at Dagger who lays a few shots into the head of DaggerŠ FinallyŠ [PLONK!] CC: FALLING NECKBREAKER BY REVERE ON DAGGERŠ OA: Close call but the save by Johnny Revere. That banged up Dagger and banged him up bad. [Revere looks over to see Washington, he heads over and holds out his hand and yanks him up. Jayson taps Revere on the shoulder and lays a right shot to the jaw of Revere. Washington up, but he too gets decked with a shot to the jaw. Jayson goes to pick up Revere but a low blow by Washington causes him to drop to his knees. Johnny slams a hard clothesline across the neck of Jayson that drops him down.] OA: Good teamwork by Infinite Justice as a clothesline sends Jayson down to the Scaffold. CC: Wait a minuteŠ OA: Is Infinite Justice setting up.. CC: YES!! [Revere grabs Jayson by the legs as Washington takes a few steps back, Revere slingshots as Washington hits a flying forearm that connects right to the head of Jayson. Jayson lays motionless on the Scaffold.] OA: Infinite's answer to Final Jeopardy as they hit Stars and Bars on top of that steel scaffold on Jayson. Jayson's head smashed that scaffold and he might be unconscious! CC: He damn well better beŠ for his sake Owen! [Revere and Washington smile as they look at Jayson's limp body, but on the other side of the Scaffold Dagger is up and has pulled something out of his tights.] [HUGE MOTHERLOAD POP~!] OA: Dagger's got barbed wire!! Barbed wire wrapped around his hands in the land where barbed wire was made famous!! [Revere charges Dagger but a barbed wire wrapped right sends him down to the mat!] OA: A SHOT TO REVEREŠ [Washington charges but falls to the same.] OA: ONE TO DIXIEŠ AND DAGGER LOOKS LIKE A MAN ON A MISSIONŠ [Dagger pops his fist into the air and then comes down with a fury of rights to Dixie. Dagger then smashes Revere with a fury of rights. Dagger unwraps the barbwire and tosses it to the side. He then motions for Jayson to come over, and after a slow rise he makes his way over to Washington.] OA: DIXIE AND REVERE ARE FLOWING RED RIVERSŠ CC: Owen, they are fine! That little bastard brought barbed wire into a situation that was already dangerous. [Jayson and Dagger pick up Washington and double suplexes him on top of the Scaffold. Dagger then heads up on the rungs of the ladder and climbs up just a tad. He points towards Washington as Jayson holds his legs.] OA: 450 SPLASHŠON TO THE SCAFFOLD? You're going to hurt yourselfŠ Don't do it!! CC: This is insanity! [Dagger points but Revere yanks the leg of Dagger and pushes him off the ladderŠ OA: OH GOD NO! [Hold on for a minute, need to find a Graphic Nature to find that camera stuffŠ] [Got it!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [Who thought of that stuff? Nelson?] [BRIAN'S NOTE - No, it was Matt J. Carry on.] [Oh, the match.] [Sorry.] [CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] OA: HE MIGHT BE DEADŠ DEAR LORDŠ. GET SOME HELPŠ GET SOME HELP FOR THAT MAN! CC: He went for a 450, but it looked like a 1050 as he hit the mat down below. One man out.. and one man to go! OA: FACE FIRST CRANEŠ DAGGER HIT FACE FIRST AFTER HE WAS LOOKING TO HIT A 450 ON TO WASHINGTON.. HE HIT A POSSIBLE 1050 ON TO THE CANVAS! [Revere with his arm wrapped around one of the rungs looks down as Dagger lays motionless on the canvas. Paramedics run out and slide into the ring in aid of 1Ž2 of the tag team champions. Jayson has released Washington and is starring down in utter shock. Washington rolls over to his stomach.] OA: Looking at Jayson's face, I don't know if he's going to be concentrating on the tag team titles or concentrating on the condition of his partner. CC: Partner like Ar.. OA: Not funny. Been done to death alreadyŠ let it go. CC: I was going to sayŠ ArŠ Ar.. Archbishop to an alter boy. OA: No you weren't. CC: Yes I was. OA: No. CC: Yes. OA: That's stupid. CC: I'll knock your head off Owen! [Jayson screams down to Dagger who is turned over by the paramedics. Jayson looks over to Revere, who, although in pain has a sick smile on his face. Jayson looks back to Washington who is still laying on the scaffold with his eyes starring to the arena sky. Jayson looks back down as Dagger slowly puts his hands to his stomach and drags them across in a title motion.] [HUGE POP~!] [Jayson looks down, gives a nod and a thumbs up. He lays his eyes on Revere and charges over to Revere. Revere pushes himself off the ladder but his reaction is to slow as Jayson hits a hard left, Revere swings but Jayson ducks yanks his head down and locks on an inverted headlock. Jayson then drops down and nails Revere with the Days of Darkness DDT.] [DEAR GOD, THE FACE IS ANGRY POP~!] OA: DAYS OF DARKNESSŠ DAYS OF DARKNESS ON REVEREŠ JAYSON PUSHING REVEREŠ. [POP~!] CC: WHISTLING DIXIE!! DAVIS WASHINGTON WITH A BACK SUPLEX ON TO THE SCAFFOLD!! TWO ON ONE IS TOO MUCH OWEN!! We're about to have new tag champs! [Davis points at Revere to pick up the piece of Barbwire that lays at the edge of the Scaffold. Washington holds the arms of Jayson and Revere wraps the barbwire around his fist. He begins laying bigtime haymakers into the skull of Jayson. Washington throws Jayson to the scaffold. Washington and Revere raise their hands and signal that the titles are theirs as this crowd erupts in boos.] OA: These fans do not like the new attitude, the New Infinite Justice. As much as we differ in food and culture, us Canadians and Americans feel the same way these Japanese people feel towards the actions of Infinite Justice. [Washington and Revere pick up Jayson hoists him over their heads and come down with a double flapjack on the Scaffold.] CC: This one looks just about done, Owen. [Washington yanks Jayson to his feet and motions to Revere, that he's going to send him down crashing. Washington lifts up Jayson over his head andŠ <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [YES! YES! YES!] OA: REVERSED!!! REVERSED!!! HURRICURANA BY JAYSON AND "DIXIE" DAVIS WASHINGTON MATCH HAS COME TO A CRASHING HAULT! CC: Get him Revere! [Jayson who hangs on but his fingertips, tries to pull himself up but to no avail. Jayson looks down at the carnage that lays beneath him and begins pulling himself up once again. Where is Johnny Revere you ask? Johnny is starring down in shock that his partner is laying on the canvas. Jayson pulls himself back on to the Scaffold.] OA: TWO MENŠ One of these men are going to go crashing downŠ ONE OF THESE MEN ARE GOING TO TAKE HOME THE I-SLASH WORLD TAG TITLES FOR HIS TEAMŠ WILL IT BE JOHNNY REVERE FOR INFINITE JUSTICE? OR WILL JAYSON RETAIN THE TITLES FOR THE MEN IN BLACK!?!? [HUGE POP~! Jayson gets to his feet and Revere turns his attention to Jayson as both men look eyes on top of the 20foot Scaffold.] OA: Jayson and Revere seem to be jaw jacking a bit-HERE WE GO! [Revere goes to swing back Jayson blocks it. Jayson hits a hard punch, followed by another. Revere is set back and Jayson goes for a huge connection but Revere ducks. Jayson's momentum swings him around, Revere locks on with a waistlock throws him up over his head and Jayson lands with his body looking like a human accordion on the SCAFFOLD!] [POP~!] OA: HIS NECK CAME IN CONTACT WITH THAT SCAFFOLDŠ That's how careers end Cordell! CC: That's how mine ended! OA: Someone german suplexed you on a Steel Scaffold!? CC: Well, no. But close! OA: How? CC: I made enough money I could retire. OA: How is that close? CC: I'll make you eat fist, Shut up Owen! [Revere grabs Jayson's legs and goes to slingshot him over the Scaffold, but Jayson resists. Revere tries again and as Jayson flies up he meets Revere with a headbutt that sends them both down!] OA: Headbutt by Jayson and both men are down again. [Jayson gets to his feet and grabs Revere by the legs, slingshot? No. Jayson turns Revere over on to his stomach and locks on a boston crab.] CC: What? That's idiotic!! You need to send the man crashing down, Revere can tap all he wants, he won't loose the match! OA: But Owen, But it will tire out Johnny Revere and I think that's what Jayson is trying to do. Jayson's trying to tire out the legs and back of Revere and to make him weak enough so he can toss him off that Scaffold. CC: You think Jayson thinks like that? All that goes threw his mind is that little midget from those old Dunkin Doughnut commercials. OA: What? CC: The plane bossŠ the plane. [Jayson releases the hold. He then picks up Revere and places a head scissors on him, he then goes to lift him up in a piledriver position, but Revere overpowers him and backdrops him insteadŠ] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: NO!! JAYSON HOLDING ON!!! REVEREŠ DROPS A.. <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: LEG SWEEP BY JAYSONŠ REVERE FELL OFF THE SCAFFOLD AND BOTH MEN ARE DANGLING FOR THEIR LIVESŠ FOR THE TITLES! CC: MY GODŠ WHAT IF THEY BOTH FALLŠ OA: I DON'T KNOW.. WHO HITS FIRST LOSESŠ [Jayson and Revere kick at each other but both missingŠ Jayson looses his grip and dangles by ONE hand. Revere swings and kicksŠ <> [False Call. Psyched that one guy out though. Jayson re-grabs the Scaffold and kicks and this time Revere looses grip. Jayson swings and lays a double kick into Revere. [DID HE FALL!?] < > < > [Nah. He re-gains his grip as well.] OA: BOTH MEN DANGLING, EACH MAN WANTING TO BE THE MAN TO HOLD THE SCAFFOLD THE LONGEST- CC: HOLD REVERE.. HOLD OA: JAYSONŠ HE'S GOT HIS HEAD AROUND THE NECK OF REVEREŠ <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: REVERE'S HEAD IS BEING BOUNCED AROUND LIKE A PINBALLŠ. He's going to fallŠ MIB is going to retai.. CC: BODY SCISSORS!!! REVERE HAS JAYSONŠ OA: WE HAVE A HUMAN PRETZEL 20 FEET IN THE AIR~~!!! SOMEONE'S GOTTA GIVE!! OH MY GO.. LOOK OUTŠ <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> CC: I CAN'T BELIEVE THISŠ. [The crowd stands up and stares at the canvas as a body lays bloody and bruised. A body lies motionless in the ring as the man above stares down and desperately pulls himself on top of the Scaffold.] (( DING DING DING! )) FRANCINE: Here are your winners ... [pause] and __ NEW __ IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... ["Battle Hymn of the Republic" plays.] ... I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! ! ! OA: I can't believe this, Jayson held on for so long he just lost grip. CC: NEW TAG CHAMPIONS OWEN, BELIEVE IT.. IT'S REAL, IT'S NOW-WE HAVE NEW TAG CHAMPIONS IN INFINITE JUSTICE, __AS__ I PREDICTED, AS I SAID WOULD HAPPEN! OA: You're right Cordell, we have new tag champions. Infinite Justice regain the tag team championship here at November Pain! You can bet the Men In Black will be back though, and gunning for Infinite Justice! CC: Great, not another sequel. OA: Congraulations, I guess, are in order for Infinite Justice. Earlier today though, we got comments from Maverick on his title defense against his former mentor, Razor Ron Jeremy. [We cut to Anthony Edwards who is standing in a back hallway, seemingly waiting for something or someone. From around the corner, the Intercontinental Champion appears, the IC title draped over his right shoulder. He is attired in his leather jacket, denim shorts, black boots, and his hair is tied behind his shoulders. Noticeable right away is the thick tape on his fists. Maverick walks up to Anthony Edwards, and tries to continue to walk by.] AE: Mav, care to share a few words before you head out? What about that attack on Ron Jeremy, your one time mentor? MAVERICK: (stopping when he mentions the word mentor) Look you half twit. That man was no more my mentor than I am your mother. I respected him and wanted nothing but the best for him, but calling him a mentor is out of style like those leg warmers you're wearing. Ron Jeremy is in this spot because he doesn't know how to say quit. But once and for all, I am going to be the teacher and I will teach him to say I quit. If you think for one second that I am going to enjoy this beating, well you're right. But maybe, just maybe this will be the night when Ron Jeremy realizes that his days are over and it's time for the new talent to run the show. We have been down the road before and we have been to the arena's as partners. But a constant always remained, I was the man destined for great things. You were simply a go between. I fully expect you to take me head on. But like all the rest before, you too will fall. And just like all the rest before, If that's all you got... [Maverick looks down and then takes a breath] I'll take your best shot. [Edward's lets Maverick continue on and the scene cuts back to the ring.] "I'M SORRY DID I BREAK YO' CONCENTRATION??" OA: Here comes the head honcho, and I hear he has a very important announcement concerning our new regional territory! ["Misorlou" plays as Brian Nelson appears on the ramp. He wears blue jeans and a referee t-shirt for the AoD - DTP match later in the evening. He jogs down the aisle, grinning from ear to ear and slapping hands with as many fans as he can. Once he enters the ring, Fancine delivers a mic.] NELSON: I'm here today to make a very special announcement for all of our I-Slash fans, and it's three-fold. First, I-Slash has signed an operating agreement with a regional wrestling promotion. This will involve talent exchanges from time to time, and it will provide a place for I-Slash to develop the superstars of tomorrow. Second, I-Slash AND that wrestling promotion are going to stage a special supercard LIVE on Saturday, November 23rd! [POP!!] And third ... well, I feel that announcement should be made ... by THIS man. ## Jefrey with one F! ## Jefrey! ## Jefrey with one F! ## Jefrey! ["Space (I Believe In)" by the Pixies plays ... and out through the entrance portal steps none other than Jefrey McDonald. A skinny man aged 22, he has scraggly sideburns and a goatee to go with his wavy brown shoulder-length hair. Clad in a flowered button-down shirt, corduroy pants and a pair of Birkenstocks, he makes his way down to the ring.] NELSON: Welcome. You're up, kid. [Nelson tosses McDonald the microphone.] JEFREY MCDONALD: Hi, I'm Jefrey McDonald, and pretty much none of you know me. Well, that is going to change, particularly if you're a wrestling fan in Portland, Oregon! [The hardcore Japanese fans pop at the mere mention of Portland, surprising McDonald.] I guess some of you here HAVE heard of Portland! [BIGGER POP!] JEFREY MCDONALD: Portland is a town where huge superstars have made history, from "Lumberjack" Ebeneezer Gaines, to Silencer, to the Dark Destroyer, to Phantasm, T.R. Ela, Quinn Mercury and Steve Sampson ... and on into the Double Eye years ... Simon Lebec ... Steve "The Fury" Kowalski ... Brody Thunder ... Requiem ... and the final IIWF champ, Joe Petrow. Well, my uncle, Owen McDonald, was a big part of those years. Not in the IIWF, but in a place he called Pacific Coast Wrestling. He was one of the first promoters to go on local television and put wrestling in Oregon's living rooms. Well, the Grapplearium -- home to all that action over the years -- closed more than five years ago. And late this past summer, my uncle Owen passed away. And he left me the Grapplearium in his will. I grew up ... watching Pacific Coast Wrestling. And I couldn't stand to see the old place stay boarded up. So therefore ... I announce the reopening ... of PACIFIC COAST WRESTLING! [Crowd pop!] [Jefrey gives the microphone back to Nelson.] NELSON: We are proud to be working with PCW, and together, our two promotions are going to bring you Ring in the New on Nov. 23. The main event will be a tag team match, where the winning tag team members will face off for the Northwest Heavyweight Title! There will be three I-Slash matches and at least two other PCW matches as well! The event will emanate from the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon, and will be shown on PCW and I-Slash television stations! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so happy to be working with my friends in Portland again, and I know this will be the beginning of a great working relationship and the development of the generation's next superstars. Thank you to Jefrey McDonald and everyone who was instrumental in putting this together. [Nelson looks to the sky.] NELSON: Here's to you, Owen. [Nelson and Jefrey leave the ring.] OA: Welcome BACK, Pacific Coast Wrestling! And welcome to the family! ========================= NOVEMBER PAIN CONTINUES IN 30 MINUTES! ========================= [Again, we're traversing down the long hallway of dressing rooms, and again, we come to the only wide open one. As the camera turns the corner, we see the chair... the the gift basket... the brie... the empty bottle of cider... everything that was there before is where it was when we left it. Well, maybe not everything. Dave Pietka's not here... there's just a note taped to the back of the chair...] "Boiler Room, Dumbass!" [Fade out... Fade in to the Boiler Room. We hear the soft clang of metal being struck on metal, in turn chipping away at stone. The camera slowly moves through the Boiler Room, until we come to see the extended shadow of the Harbinger of Madness, "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka. We see his arms moving slightly, in tune to the striking sounds. We also hear some light laughter from that direction before...] Heavy Mental: When the dust settles, hmm? I think we just found out what happens when the dust settles, eh? All the clouds of debris and whatnot settle to the earth, and this time, I'M the one left standing. Me... the guy that make people think "Gee, I think it's about time to go pinch a loaf". That's right... little old me, just like the other times. Only now, November Pain... it all ends. And personally, I couldn't care either way. And I'll tell you why. [The shadow moves out of view... and the striking sounds continue. Then, Mental walks in front of the camera, the PCW shirt still tied around his neck. He doesn't have any of his trademark crazed looks on his face... just a focused one, and it doesn't look like it's going away.] Heavy Mental: Maybe I decided to make this a full-on mission, yeah? Maybe I decided that tonight, of all nights, I should be serious in that ring and just do what I have to. Go right in there and settle what needs to be done... but then I remember what happened when I won the right to be here. I remember that history repeated itself. When Extremist became my opponent, he ambushed me after my match. When Ensasserol became my opponent, he and Extremist ambushed me after my match. And not just ambushed... they decided to give me this lovely gift. Something, of which, I don't consider to be much of a way of saying "Nice job, buddy. Look forward to the PPV." Nah, I see it as anyone else would see it... a slap in the face. {Why are the striking sounds still being made?} Do I honestly care about being slapped in the face? [Mental slowly shakes his head... and stops when he looks back to where he was before. He looks back to the camera, then walks out of sight. We then here a loud "CLICK", and the striking sounds stop. Was a tape, I guess. Then, Pietka comes back into view.] Heavy Mental: No. I don't care. And why? Because I already said... History Repeated Itself. What happened to The Extremist after he ambushed me? He got into the ring with me... and he lost. ...He Lost!... HE LOST! Now Ensasserold... YEAH, I said Ensasserold, thinks that because I'm a small-looking guy, he takes me out before the match, nothing's gonna happen and he's the champ easy. Well, maybe that's what Ex-lax thought, huh? I don't think so, Mack. Look at the both of us, eh? We both have our Posses... Well, I'm certain that I do. I don't know what the deal is with you and Hades, maybe some elaborate ploy... maybe he was just exercising his digits... who knows, hmm? I don't... I just fancy myself on being the only person who knows what I'm thinking or talking about... half of the time, anyway. [Mental reaches to his head and scratches, not even wincing at whatever pain he might feel there.] Heavy Mental: Did Hades ever say anything about me? Probably not... he's never fought me before, but I've seen him fight. The God of Wrestling... can hit a pretty mean hardcore bout, too. But Wrestling has their Gods and the Godsends. Where I fall in the Wrestling Department, I could never guess. I only knew where I fell to begin with, and I don't think it was near that place. More along the lines of 'entertainer' or just one of those guys who wants to be remembered as the greatest. And HERE WE ARE, MACK! You and I forthe EWA Championship, a Championship Title that I care LITTLE to NOTHING about! You heard me talk to Chad Allen, to Cooper Concrete, and to The Extremist... and now I'm saying it to you. The belt that you are probably hoping on winning doesn't count for JACK in my world, alright? [Pietka starts to pace a bit, and his breathing gets louder and louder. A sneer on his face appears, and his eyes get wider. His nostrils flare out and he kinda growls to the camera.] Heavy Mental: Then what does, pray tell, do you ask? What counts in my world of blood, chairs, and other objects that can be used for bludgeoning damage? Simple... winning! And to be honest, I don't care if I win or not. Yeah, tonight I'm either EWA Champion... or I'm the guy who didn't win. The loser, so to speak. Tonight, I'd rather just be the guy who went out and beat the hell out of you. And if this IS some ploy by you... and I do end up getting gang raped by either you... or Extremist... or some rabid fan, I don't care. Let it all happen, ok? Let the vendors from the stands come down and get a piece of me... [He stops pacing] Heavy Mental: Let the I-Slash Merchandise Peddlers come down and lay in a few whacks... [His eyes go back to normal] Heavy Mental: Let little Susie So-And-So come down from her Upper-Mezzanine seat in Row 40 and hit me over the head with a pipe... [He just looks dead into the camera now] Heavy Mental: Tonight... I'm just gonna be the guy who beat your ass into something resembling jello-brand pudding. So bring it all on, Mack. I'm ready for it just as much as you are, if not more. It all depends on you, y'hear? Extremist wanted me to bring my "A" game down... well I brought it for him, and I'm bringing it for you. I just want you to do the same. It's all I ask of any man, really. But that belt that you're hunting for... you just realize that it makes you weak. It makes you vunerable. It makes you a man with a purpose, and there is nothing more easier to defeat than a man with a purpose. But me... [He starts to smile... a crazed smile. No... evil. It's an evil smile. He angles his head down just the right amount to give him some manner of an evil look to go with his evil smile.] Heavy Mental: I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I won my division... I went through the Semis... and now I just have you. Tonight might possibly be the greatest night of your life or the worst. But for me... It's another normal night for me. I'm here to do what I've always done and what I've been doing... [A close-up shot of Mental's eyes, and they look really focused on one, maybe two things.] Heavy Mental: Bleeding... and Winning. And by BOB, I plan on doing a lot of BOTH tonight! [Pietka walks out of the sight of the camera and towards the exit of the Boiler Room. The camera pans to where Pietka walked from, and we see a large anvil with some numerous objects scattered around it... shattered. A smithing hammer is rested on the anvil. What does this mean? Fade out.] OA: Ladies and gentlemen, we've put together this special package to show you just what the EWA Heavyweight Title is all about. Please, enjoy. CC: This is gonna rule. ["There You'll Be" by Faith Hill plays over a new screen.] # When I think back on these times # And the dreams we left behind ["Slick" Rick Baptist turns a Halliburton over to I-Slash President Brian Nelson ... A man known as Steve Silverstone dumps another known as Arcin over the top rope ... Nelson clutches the Halliburton against his chest, shuts his eyes tight, and exhales ... Steve Silverstone celebrates as the first EWA Heavyweight Champion ... ] # I'll be glad 'cause I was blessed to get # To have you in my life ["Slick" Rick and Moneybags welcome us to the very first edition of Sunday Night RARE, complete with "Slick" Rick v/o ("WOWEE!! WE ARE _LIVE_!!") ... Brian Nelson rises from his knees, extracting the EWA Heavyweight Title from the halliburton and holding it to the lights ... ] # When I look back on these days # I'll look and see your face # You were right there for me [The ring fills with I-Slashers such as Eric Travers, Hightower, Dave Pietka, Mack Ensassarol, and numberous others, all slugging it out ... Psychrobat dangles from the top of a cage by one arm as the Dark Destroyer stands on the peak of a ladder ... the camera zooms in on both of their hands, just inches away from a hoop harnessing the EWA Heavyweight Title ... ] # In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky [DTP flies off the top rope and lands on his target with an elbow drop ... ] # In my heart there'll always be a place for you # For all my life [The lights are out, but a glow radiates from the spiritual silhouette of Drac "The Raven" Dravin hovering over the ring ... the Dark Destroyer leans over the top of a cage, aiming the EWA Heavyweight Title toward the roof before thousands of fans and flashes ... ] # I keep a part of you with me # And everywhere I am, there you'll be [James "Joker" Kiljoy repells from the ceiling on a rope with the EWA Heavyweight Title buckled around his waist ... A cone of light surrounds Hellshock in the darkness of the ring as the cross embedded in his forehead eminates a warm orange ... ] # Well you showed me how it feels # To feel the sky within my reach [Magus is crouched on his knees and elbows in the center of the ring, resting his face on the plate of the EWA Heavyweight Title ... Caleb Temple swan dives off the top of a cell, onto Gary Grayson ... "Shocker" Mack Ensassarol slams "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka over the back of the head with a chair ... ] # And I always will remember all # The strength you gave to me ["Dreamlover" Trey Porter snares "Offensive" Alex Adams with a hurricanrana, hooking his legs under his arms upon impact ... Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines drives Cordell Crane to the canvas with a particularly ferocious Grizzly Slam ... ] # Your love made me make it through # Oh, I owe so much to you # You were right there for me [Matthew Reason stands in Brian Nelson's office with the EWA Heavyweight Title tucked into his arm ... Caleb Temple cocks his head and stares at his work, and as the haze clears we see that it's a crucified Dark Destroyer ... ] # In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky [Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines throws Hollywood head first into the side of a cage ... ] # In my heart there'll always be a place for you # For all my life ["Offensive" Alex Adams tips his cowboy hat to the camera ... Hellshock claims James "Joker" Kiljoy with the Hellfire Clawhold ... ] # I keep a part of you with me # And everywhere I am, there you'll be [Gunnar Gaines and the Dark Destroyer, in a rare moment, standing side by side holding their #1 and #2 Top 200 plaques ... Drac "The Raven" Dravin lands on Steve Spector with a knee-drop from the top rop ... ] # 'Cause I always saw in you # My light, my strength [A parade of EWA Heavyweight Champions walk the aisle, the images rapidly changing with each man wearing the belt ... Steve Silverstone ... Arcin ... Psychrobat ... ] # And I want to thank you # Now for all the ways [Dark Destroyer ... Titanic ... Super Scott ... "Offensive" Alex Adams ... ] # You were right there for me # You were right there for me [James "Joker" Kiljoy ... Hellshock ... "Dreamlover" Trey Porter ... Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines ... ] # For always [Caleb Temple ... Magus ... Drac "The Raven" Dravin ... ] # In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky ["Dreamlover" Trey Porter plummets from the roof, reaching for the title on the way down ... ] # In my heart there'll always be a place for you # For all my life [Nelson backs up the ramp toward the I-Sore, guarding the title closely ... Super Scott stands over a body, raising the EWA Heavyweight Title to the sky ... ] # I keep a part of you with me # And everywhere I am, there you'll be # There you'll be ... [A shot of the belt, with reflections of "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka and "Shocker" Mack Ensassarol ... ] [Fade] CC: Oh man ... I MISS IT SO MUCH! OA: Something's going on backstage, folks! [Oh God. Rick Baptist is backstage at November Pain] [He's walking down the hall with a nice leather briefcase in hand, and stops infront of a door with a huge star on it. It reads 'Nelson'] RICK BAPTIST:Here we go. Make or break, Rick. [The door opens, and Nelson looks up] NELSON: Ah, there you are. Right on the dot. RICK BAPTIST: Okay bud, I brought everything. [opens the briefcase] I'm pretty sure it's all here, yah .. [He hands the stack of papers to Nelson] RICK BAPTIST: You know, we've been good friends for so long, Nelson. I guess I just wanna thank you for all the memories and times we've shared together .. [Nelson smiles and continues to read the documents] RICK BAPTIST: ... and let me tell you, giving me booking control over the EWA Championship is going to save you a lot of worrying. You've done a good job with the tournament, but that was pretty straight-forward. This way, bud, you can concentrate on that entire I Slash roster just _full_ of talent for all those I-Slash titles ... [Nelson stops reading, and picks up a pen] NELSON: The good ol' dotted line. Well, this is i-- RICK BAPTIST: [interrupting] Yah, sign right there. And there. And, um, there. And there .. [He signs the places Rick asks. As soon as the pen stops writing on the last signature, Rick snatches up the contract] RICK BAPTIST: Terrific, Nelson! This is great. Don't you worry, Gunnar will _finally_ get his shot at this thing! [deep sigh] Ah, it's good to be a bookerman again! NELSON: No one knows who deserves a crack at the EWA Heavyweight Title more than you, Rick. You trusted me, and I trust you. Always have. RICK BAPTIST: Thanks Nelson. You won't be disappointed. [Rick turns to leave, and flashes a devilish grin at the camera, as we fade] OA: What about THAT? "Slick" Rick Baptist just gained booking power over the EWA Heavyweight Title! CC: _Regained_ booking power, Owen. Don't ever forget, Baptist is the pioneer of the Extreme Wrestling Association. That belt is _his_ baby. OA: I'm just glad those two are such good friends, and that they've successfully combined two rich legacies like the I-Slash and EWA. You can't go wrong. Folks, we're about to crown a UWC champion AND a new EWA Heavyweight Champion! We've waited for so long! LET'S DO THIS! ]======[EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP]======[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka vs. "Shocker" Mack Ensassarol ]======[UWC FINALS]=======[Writer: Josh FRANCINE: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE FINAL AND IS FOR THE _E_ _W_ _A_ ! ! ! ! ! ! HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE _WORLD!!!!_ OA: That's a mouthful. FRANCINE: INTRODUCING FIRST! ["Chop Suey" by System of a Down fades in. A scream echoes through the PA, and is sounds a lot like the "Psychoholic" scream of the Harbinger of Madness, the Hardcore Spokesperson of the 21st Century, and your Idol, Rolemodel, and H-E-R-O! The spotlight hits the end of the entryway, and there stand three people. The largest one, wearing a black "SECURITY, PUNK!" T-shirt, jeans, and unremoveable Ray-bans is immediately Identified as "Marz" Candress. The woman dressed in see-though leopard print blouse and pants with a black sports bra and Rio-cut Bikini Bottoms with Holographic Oakleys turns out to be "Double D" Devin DeMasters. And the one in the middle, wearing the"HEAVY MENTAL ~ Just Another Nickname" T-shirt and black jeans and boots is...] Francine: Accompanied to the ring by "Double D" Devin DeMasters and "Marz" and Alex Candress... From Coral Springs,Florida. Weighing 170 pounds... The Great American Anti-Hero and The Hardcore Godsend... ... "H E A V Y M E N T A L" D A V E P I E T K A ! ! ! #WAKE UP! {Wake up!} #Grab a brush and put a little makeup! #Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup! {hide the scars to fade away the...} #Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? #Here you go, create another fable! [Pietka and his entourage walk down the aisle as the quick tounge of SoaD starts screaming. 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... before reverting to a more serious look. Devin DeMasters and "Marz" Candress follow from behind, Candress standing close to DeMasters. Pietka and DeMasters stand in front of the ring, and Candress steps up and opens the ring ropes for them. DeMasters steps through the ropes, while Pietka climbs over the turnbuckle and Moonsaults himself onto the canvas. Candress releases the ropes and steps over them. After getting up from his flip, Pietka points to the signs in the crowd, some reading "HEAVY MENTAL MANIA", "Dave Pietka = Crowd Pleaser", and "BRING BACK DEVIN'S DOUBLE Ds".] @YOU WANTED TO! #Grab a brush and put a little makeup! @YOU WANTED TO! #Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup! @YOU WANTED TO! #Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? @YOU WANTED TO! [Pietka spastically jumps around the ring, spouting out God knows what, slapping himself in the head as the song becomes louder and harder... and then he calms down when he hears...] #I don't think you trust... #In... my... Self-Righteous suicide. #I... cry... when angels deserve to... #DIE! [Pietka stands in the middle of the ring, his arms spread out and his psychotic grin on his face. DeMasters lays herself down in front of Pietka, and Marz stands behind him. Pietka's smile seems to grow bigger as he looks up and shoves his hand into the air and...NOTHING YOU IDIOT! This is Dave Pietka... He don't need no stinkin' pyro! The three move from their pose. Marz steps over the ring ropes again. Pietka and DeMasters exchange a quick kiss, and then she steps through the open ropes provided by Marz. Pietka just trots around the ring a bit, waiting for that opening bell... a crazed look on his face as "Chop Suey" fades out.] CC: Daddy! Look at _her._ [Cordell eyes McMasters.] OA: Yeah, yeah, yeah. FRANCINE: AND HIS OPPONENT! [Lights go out.] [On the I Sore color bars appear.] [A loud high-pitched buzz screeches through the speakers.] #EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEŠŠŠŠ..# .................................. .............................. ................................... BRITISH WOMEN"S VOICE: SHOCK TV IS NOW ON THE AIR. [Fans boo loudly as The Bloodhound Gang's No Rest For the Wicked starts to play.] #I GET BOMBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!# [Mack comes running out from behind the I Sore. He is dressed in a I HATE THE SUNSHINE KID T-shirt. His tights are silver with SHOCKER in red printed across the butt. He has matching silver knee pads and boots. The fans boo loudly. On the I Sore, images of Mack battling Vile Vince Viper, Sabin Figaro, Jacob Josh Jordan, and Maverick are shown at high speed. ] #much like Pearl Harbor# FRANCINE: Making his way to the ring, the junior member of the HOA. Weighing in at 258lbs, and hailing from the city of champions, Pittsburgh, PA ... this is ... ... "S H O C K E R" M A C K E N S A S S A R O L ! ! ! ! ! #The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker# #This is your brain on drugs# [He stops and gives the fans an angry sneer. They shower him with an "F U" chants.] #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# [Mack approaches the apron and loudly exchanges words with a fan.] #I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants# #So yo ass yea you I want to Fraggle Rock your girlie# #Coming around the party coming around like Mr. Furley# #I'm Mr. Furley you're Jack Tripper# #You're dumb ass Gilligan and I'm the Skipper# #Tiptoe through my tulips and come and frolic# #Cause my name is Betty Ford and she's an alcoholic# #So here I am Rock Me Like A Hurricane# #Not a Scorpion but my sting will bring your dame a lot of pain# #And Daddy's gonna tell ya I'm as cool as Jack The Ripper# #Somewhat of a cut-throat but still a big tipper# #As I tickle you pink I bet my fingers start to stink# #I'm what's missing from your life and you're the missing link# #It doesn't matter how you win or lose it's how you lick it....# [Mack rolls into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle. The T-shirt is ripped apart Hogan style. He lifts his arms and leans his head back.] #NO REST FOR THE WICKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# #GET DOWN! DRINK IT UP! BRING IT ON! TAKE IT OFF!# CC: Shut it off. Please, shut that _noise_ off! ["Marz" and Alex Candress along with McMasters wish Pietka much luck and exit the ring, all three lining up against the railing. Across the ring from Pietka awaits a very disgruntled looking Ensassarol. Both men begin to bounce on the mat, loosening up a bit.] OA: This one is for _ALL_ the marbles. Ultimate Wrestling Challenge _AND_ for the EWA Heavyweight Championship. Both of these men have a lot of time and effort committed to this match. But, Cordell, the point I'm trying to make is do you think this title will ever be as important as the I Slash World Championship? CC: No way. At least, well. I don't know Owen. Depends on wins, of course. OA: Of course. [Ensassarol and Pietka begin circling the ring, very calmly. A soft, easy stride all the way around. They both start jaw jacking.] OA: All of the hatred that has been manufactured between these two men is amazing. Before, nothing, now, it's life or death. [The jaw jacking has forced both men to stop and pay more attention to each other. The walking, well it's been directed towards one another....basically they're stepping up to each other's challenge.] OA: Mack Ensassarol and Pietka are _FACE TO FACE!!!_ And this one is about to explode. [Their foreheads touch, the intensity steadily growing.] OA: You can fill the heat. It's like two volcanoes. [And we have _TAKEOFF!!!_ Ensassarol fires first. Dropping a stiff left down on the jaw to Pietka. Pietka quickly answers back with a right. A boxing match ensues between the two men. No countering, just flat out bare fist fighting.] DING! DING! DING! OA: IT'S OFFICIAL! NEITHER OF THESE MEN WANT IT MORE! IT'S DEAD EVEN IF YOU ASK ME! [Dead even indeed. Both men refuse to give ground.] OA: Jesus! BOXING MATCH POP!!! [Ensassarol finally gives a little ground, stumbling backwards a bit. But to everyone's surprise he spins around with a strong right of his own, forcing Pietka back a little.] RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! OA: ULTIMATE _WRESTLING_ CHALLENGE! MORE LIKE -OH! [Pietka catches Ensassarol mid-swing, and spins him around hooking the waist!] OA: GERMAN SUPLEX! [Ensassarol crumbles to the mat, but recovers fast, nearly beating Pietka to his feet.] OA: Good athleticism. But Pietka is all over him. [Good job, Owen. Pietka waits for it, driving an elbow into the spine of Ensassarol, Ensassarol falls to one knee.] OA: Pietka not letting up. [Whilst Ensassarol takes a knee, Pietka slides a full nelson hold around his neck and before letting Ensassarol getting his feet he lifts and falls back.] OA: OH! DAVE PIETKA JUST DELIVERED A FULL NELSON SUPLEX WHILE ENSASSAROL WAS ON THE GROUND! Incredible strength. [This one hits a little closer to home as far as Ensassarol is concerned. He's hurt. Curled up in the corner, babying his neck.] OA: Pietka wants this championship....and dammit he may have it. [Pietka briskly makes his way to Ensassarol, jerking him up from the ground.] OA: Where's Pietka going with this? CC: To the turnbuckle? [Right again boys. Pietka perches Ensassarol on the proverbial ledge, he feet dangling towards the mat.] OA: Dave Pietka backing up to the other side of the ring. HERE HE COMES! [Pietka plants his foot and darts back towards Ensassarol's corner.] OA: DROP KICK! DROP KICK! [Pietka nails a drop kick, sending Ensassarol over the back of the turnbuckle, head first to the floor.] OA: PIETKA IS PULLING _ZERO_ _ZERO_ PUNCHES HERE TONIGHT! [A camera swings around the corner, centering Ensassarol's lifeless body on the screen.] OA: He's still moving. That's always a good sign. And here comes Pietka. [Dave Pietka climbs up the turnbuckle.] OA: This might be going to far. CC: Do it. Do it. [Pietka extends and jumps.] < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > OA: SPLASH! DAVE PIETKA JUST SPLASHED MACK ENSASSAROL FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! CC: This could be it. [Nope, cuz Pietka did go to far. He's hurt too. But not as bad as Mack. He is struggling folks. Down right in trouble.] OA: Pietka now rolling off of Mack Ensassarol. [Pietka flops over onto the floor like a ton of bricks. His eyes just open and close staring emotionlessly at the ceiling.] OA: Pietka seems to be fighting consciousness, Ensassarol however, _is_ unconscious. [Pietka finds it in him to sit up, twisting at the hips and making it slowly to his feet. Careful, carefu-whoa-whoa....almost fell down....alright, back up now...yeah, you got it...whoa...yeah.] OA: Pietka is _UP!_ [Pietka goes after Ensassarol again. A few boots to the gut while the man's down, then Pietka reaches down.] OA: Pietka sending Ensassarol into the ring, finally. We know drama. CC: ...... [Ensassarol sluggishly rolls into the ring, laying flat on his back in the center of the ring. Pietka in right after.] OA: Dave Pietka lifts Ensassarol up now....OH NO!!! THE GOD _DAMN_ _D!_ _D!_ _T!_ THIS ONE'S OVER! IT'S OVER! [Hernandez slides in.] ONE! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TWO! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. THREE! IT'S OVER JUST LIKE THAT! A NEW CHAMPION! .. .. .. .. .. .. NO! NO! NO! OA: THE SHOCKER KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! [And instant replay shows Ensassarol desperately thrusting his shoulder upwards right before Hernandez's hand goes down.] OA: DAVE PIETKA CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HE ISN'T EVEN FIGHTING IT! [Pietka throws Ensassarol's shoulders back to the mat, holding him down with a scowl on his face.] ONE! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TWO! .. .. .. .. .. .. NO! AGAIN! HE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! [Pietka jumps up, jerking at his head, kicking the bottom rope, yelling at Candress and McMasters, both of them with a look of horror on their face.] OA: THIS ONE JUST GOT INTERESTING! Pietka has Ensassarol up again....IRISH WHIP! [Ensassarol comes off the ropes, ducks the clothesline, hits the other side, and both men put on the breaks.] OA: Dave Pietka charging at Mack Ensassarol.... [Pietka goes for a blantent clothesline out of rage, but Ensassarol sees it coming, obviously.] OA: ARM BAR! Ensassarol easily takes Dave Pietka to the mat. He said he wanted to use a submission style strategy tonight, but I'm amazed he's even standing. [Ensassarol flips Pietka over on his stomach, and slaps him in the back of the head, he then jumps back to his feet.] OA: Oh man. Ensassarol just insulted Dave Pietka. [Pietka crawls to his feet. Before he can make it all the way up, Ensassarol streams passed, digging his kneecap into Pietka's temple.] OA: Pietka didn't make it to his feet that time. Ensassarol is trying to get headway in this seemingly one way match. [Pietka stumbles back to his feet, refusing to stay down, but this one might cost him.] OA: Pietka looks drunk. That knee to the temple may've given him a concussion. [Ensassarol speedily attaches one arm around Pietka's throat, the other in the middle of his back. In what looks to the beginning of the Rock Bottom.... OA: PITTSBURGH BACK BREAKER! [Ensassarol finishes the rest of the move, forcing Pietka's back down across his own knee.] OA: What a back breaker. Ensassarol could've just turned the tides. CC: Lets hope. Pietka was getting on my nerves. [The big back breaker sends Pietka wrenching in the corner. Bowed up like a...well a bow. Ensassarol pushes himself up and starts stalking Pietka again.] OA: Both of these men want it real bad. I thought Pietka was gonna rip Ensassarol apart at the start, but it's turned around, drastically. [Ensassarol sprints to the corner, pushing his knee right into Pietka's mouth.] OA: Deadly knee shot again. [Ensassarol jumps to the top rope, and spring boards off backwards, splashing Pietka.] OA: Beautiful textbook spring board. [Ensassarol back up, drags Pietka to his feet, and jerks him down.....LOCKING HIS ARMS AROUND PIETKA'S ADAM'S APPLE!!!] OA: KEYSTONE CLUTCH OUT OF NOWHERE! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED! [Ensassarol pulls back hard, putting a lot more stress on Pietka's back, neck, and well...pretty much his whole body. Everytime Mack pulls, Pietka tries to yell but he can't, he'd choke to death.] OA: The referee is on his way.... [Hernandez hits the mat, and gets his finger right in Pietka's face. But Pietka is shaking his head no...NO WAY!] OA: PIETKA DOESN'T WANT IT TO END! [Hernandez still doesn't buy it. He thinks it should be over.] OA: HERNANDEZ WANTS IT TO END!!! BUT "HEAVY MENTAL" DAVE PIETKA SAYS NO! [Ensassarol yanks again, causing the pain to pulse into his spine.] OA: PIETKA......_HAS_ THE ROPE!!! And Hernandez _BREAKS_ the hold. If that would've been in the center of the ring, it'da been over. Period. CC: Ensassarol kicked out of the Goddamn DDT, whose to say anything could be _over?_ OA: Touche, Cordell, touche. [The damage's been done, simple as that. Pietka is hurt, and Ensassarol isn't. Pietka may've survived the Keystone Clutch....for now, but it doesn't look good.] OA: Ensassarol up again, shoving his finger in Hernandez's face. He didn't like that one bit, he thought it was over also. Mack just turned his attention to Pietka. A facial expression that'd make a baby cry just popped on Ensassarol's face. What could he have in store? [Ensassarol violently yanks Pietka to his feet, taking some hair with 'em. He's storming to the center of the ring, Pietka doesn't have a clue what's going on.] OA: Ensassarol seems to be going for some sort of a powerbomb. He's got him up....MACK 10!!! THUUUUUUUUUUUD! OA: KEYSTONE CLUTCH DIDN'T WORK! NOW'S HE'S PULLING OUT ALL HIS CARDS! [Huge Powerbomb into sitdown face buster. Mack calls it the Mack 10. And he makes the cover....this should be it.] OA: This should be it. Hernandez.... ONE! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TWO! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO! WOW! DAVE PIETKA KICKED OUT! AFTER THE KEYSTONE CLUTCH, AFTER THE MACK 10!!! HE KICKED OUT! OA: AND MACK ENSASSAROL CANNOT _BELIEVE_ THIS! "MARZ"! ALEX! DEVAN MCMASTERS!!! THEY CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! [Ensassarol rolls off, and slowly stands up. Pietka rolls around, looking to be completely out. Gone in all fashions of the word.] OA: Ensassarol shoots a look into the crowd, kind of smiling, kind of...it's sick okay...just a sick look. No bueno. No fuckin' bueno. CC: What a match. I think this has answered your question from earlier, Owen. OA: What question was that, Cordell? CC: Whether or not this would be in comparison to the I Slash world strap. I think this match says yes....a definite _yes!_ OA: Keep an eye on Ensassarol. He's making his way back to Pietka. [Right when he gets to Pietka, Pietka grabs Ensassarol by his belt loops and pulls his face right down into the middle turnbuckle.] OA: OHH! Ensassarol just got introduced to the turnbuckle. Desperation move there by Pietka. [Ensassarol gets back up holding his nose, blood pouring out between his fingers.] OA: Looks like Ensassarol got a bloody nose from the turnbuckle. Pietka is up...WHERE'D HE COME FROM! [Dave Pietka makes it to his feet before anyone, including Mack has a chance to realize he's up. He had to've been healing the whole time Mack was off looking mean. His lack of experience there. It's a weakness of his. Go ahead, look fer' yehselfs.] OA: Pietka sends Ensassarol into the ropes...COMING BACK! Pietka with a monkey flip. [Ensassarol richochets off the mat, getting stopped by the ropes.] OA: Pietka back up, but moving slower. He corners Mack against the turnbuckle, and grabs his head....HE SPINS! NECKBREAKER! PIETKA WITH A COVER! ONE! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TWO! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. KICKOUT AGAIN! ENSASSAROL ISN'T FINISHED EITHER! OA: Pietka is _IRATE!_ [Ensassarol again, like a rape victim, forced to his feet again.] OA: Dave Pietka doesn't know what else to do. [Pietka confidently makes his way to the ropes. Ensassarol fifteen feet away, lying dead in the center of the ring.] OA: Pietka makes his way to the top rope. [Pietka stands up straight and looks over at McMasters.] OA: THERE HE GOES! CORKSCREW PLANCHA! CORKSCREW PLANCA! POP!!! OA: HE HIT IT! WHAT A MOVE! A risky move, Cordell. And it paid off. [Ensassarol just dies it looks. His eyes close, his breathing slows. All hell breaks loose. Pietka crawls on top.] ONE! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TW- NO! HE KICKED OUT AT TWO! OA: Dave Pietka has this match...he _HAS_ it, he just has to finish it. [Pietka seemingly hears Ambrose from the ring, because he gets up with the eyes of a devil. Pietka immediately pulls Ensassarol to his feet, locking on the prequels to a DDT.] OA: PIETKA GOING FOR THE DDT! NO! ENSASSAROL CHARGES HIM! [Ensassarol drives Pietka back into the turnbuckle. But Pietka keeps the hold on his neck, trying to wrench back killing some of Ensassarol's momentum.] OA: Pietka has ahold lika pitbull. Absolutely relentless. But Ensassarol keeps backing up and _DRIVING_ that shoulder into Pietka's gut. Two imoveable objects, Cordell. CC: One has to give, simple as that. OA: And it's "HEAVY MENTAL" that gives. [Ensassarol breaks away from the headlock, but continues the shoulder blocks. Each growing with intensity and quickness.] OA: The Shocker has lost it! [Ensassarol evolves the shoulder blocks, slowly from gut punches to full on jabs to the face. Finally he shoves Pietka deeper into the turnbuckle and jumps into the air pushing both of his heels into Pietka's jaw.] OA: Double heeled drop kick, and Pietka felt every inch of it. _EVERY_ inch of it. [Pietka's head whips back with the impact and Mack takes a few steps back and darts towards Pietka.] OA: PIETKA DUCKS!!! AND COMES BACK UP SENDING ENSASSAROL BELLY FIRST ON TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE! [Pietka jumps and carefully brings Ensassarol up, to where both men are standing on top of the turnbuckle. Pietka tries to setup a superplex, but fails horribly. Ensassarol fights it off, nearly pushing Pietka off the turnbuckle.] OA: GET OFF THE TURNBUCKLE BEFORE SOMEONE DIES! CC: It's a big match, Owen. Geez. Let nature take it's course. [Pietka throws another punch, but looses his balance, so does Ensassarol.] .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OA: JESUS! PIETKA JUST GOT HUNG OUT TO DRY ON THE ROPES! HE FELL AWKWARDLY AND WAS HALVED ON THE ROPES! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T ! ! ! ! ! [Mack Ensassarol on the other hand toppled off the back, leaping at the last moment to save himself from the ring steps, instead his knee crashes into the bell keeper's table, shattering it, and twisting him through the air, face first through Francine's table.] OA: Mack Ensassarol, ladies and gentlement could be seriously injured. [Francine freaks out, and high steps it out of her shattered table, carefully stepping over Ensassarol's head. Pietka, in the mean time has somewhat caught his breath. Nothing ended the way he wanted it, but he's awake, and Ensassarol isn't.] OA: A huge fall by Ensassarol. The boys in the back are all respecting him for that. Pietka isn't though... [Pietka, with a very trademark smile creeps out of the ring, shoving wood and steel debris out of the way trying to get to Ensassarol.] OA: Mack Ensassarol can't be able to continue. But Dave Pietka doesn't give a damn. [Pietka tries to drag Ensassarol to his feet, but has trouble getting him to his knees. Ensassarol is completely out. Pietka gives it another shot, this time picking Mack up by his shoulders. Ensassarol comes along a little easier this way.] OA: "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka is literally carrying "The Shocker" Mack Ensassarol into the ring. These men have gone through it all tonight, and then some....and Pietka wants it...he _WANTS_ it _SOOO_ bad he's carrying him back into the ring. [Pietka shoves Ensassarol into the ring, using up nearly all of his power. But leaving just enough to get into the ring.] OA: Dave Pietka in the ring now, looking to end this once and for all. [Everyone expects Pietka to cover...but he doesn't. He, for the millionth time reaches down and lifts Ensassarol to his feet, Mack being a little more generous this time. Pietka locks Mack's head between his bicep and side...] OA: THE GODDAMN DDT! NO! [Mack Ensassarol swings around Pietka's arm, pretty much climbing up his back and throwing his legs around Pietka's arms, and his arms around Pietka's throat. They fall right in the center of the ring.] OA: KEYSTONE CLUTCH! EXCITEMENT POP! OA: FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT! KEYSTONE CLUTCH! [Ensassarol adjusts everything, finally making it all perfect and begins tearing back, pulling violently with much force.] CC: Get in there Hernandez, this one could be over. OA: Hernandez is in Pietka's face, but this time Pietka doesn't look so sure. [Ensassarol lets up none. Absolutely fucking none. PPV, so I can cuss a lil' bit.] OA: PIETKA'S HAND IS ON THE MAT! AND HERNANDEZ IS GOING TO ISSUE A COUNT! [Ensassarol tugs hard while Hernandez lefts Pietka's hand up from the mat. Pietka's eyes rolling back in his head, randomly opening and closing, slowly sometimes, faster other times.] OA: His hands up! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ONE! OA: ONE! That's one. And Hernandez is going for number two. [Pietka's head droops over, spit and blood running from the corner of his mouth.] .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. TWO! OA: TWO! TWO! Dave Pietka doesn't look to have it. He looks completely out of it. CC: This one is for three. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Hernandez drops the hand. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. OA: NO! NO! .. .. THREE! OA: THREE! "THE SHOCKER" MACK ENSASSAROL HAS DONE IT! (( DING DING DING! )) [From off to the side, Francine draws up a mic.] FRANCINE: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY WAY OF SUBMISSION!!!! THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE CHAMPION AND _NEW!!!!_ _E!_ _W!_ _A!_ HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE _WORLD!!!_ [Ensassarol falls off of Pietka, clutching his head in disbelief.] #I GET BOMBED!# ... "S H O C K E R" M A C K E N S A S S A R O L ! ! ! ! ! CC: THERE HE IS! THERE IS THE NEW LEGEND! THE NEW EWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, MACK ENSASSAROL!! OA: I must say I am SHOCKED! CC: That's why he's the -- OA: I know! I know! [Ensassarol clutches the belt to his chest and falls to his knees. He's getting a mixture of respect and heel pops.] [GASP!! The arena lights have faded to complete darkness.] OA: What the hell just happened? CC: Somebody didn't pay their electricity bill. How many yen do you really need to pay for a few lights. C'mon already! OA: I apologize folks, something has happened with the lighting system here in the Sapporo Dome. At least it happened AFTER that fantastic UWC Final... [A single spotlight shines through the dome and two men are standing in the ring, both wearing tuxedos. One is a small Japanese man, with a neatly trimmed goatee. The other is James Vandenbush.] OA: I should have known! CC: It's about damn time!! What kind of event would this be without the MAN!! JAMES VANDENBUSH: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Sapporo Dome, here in beautiful Sapporo, Japan, and welcome to NOVEMBER PAIN!!! JAPANESE MAN: Shukujos shoshite shinshis. Kangei ni domu Sapporo shoshite kangei NOVEMBER PAIN!! JAMES VANDENBUSH: The following appearance is tonight's MAIN EVENT!! It is brought to you by your UNdisputed, UNdefeated, KING OF BEERS, BUDWEISER! And by SONY COMPUTER ENTERTAINMENT OF JAPAN!! JAPANESE MAN: Sono tsugi tojo kon'ya SHIAI OMO!!! Purezento ni yotte Kokuo no biru BUDWEISER!! Soshite ni yotte SONY NIPPON!! [POP!!] JAMES VANDENBUSH: At this time it is my extraordinary pleasure to introduce to you the only TRUE legend in the IWF/WOW! The greatest IWF/WOW Heavyweight Champion of all time!! The most talented, the best looking, and the most charasmatic wrestler in the world today!! JAPANESE MAN: Watashi no yorokobi ni shokai suru sono densetsu IWF/WOW! Sono ichiban chanpion IWF/WOW moshimo!! Sono saino ichiban, sono kakkoii ichiban, sono karisuma ichiban hito kisou puroresu kyo!! JAMES VANDENBUSH: Introducing the former THREE TIME HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... JAPANESE MAN: Shokai suru zensha SAN KIKAN CHANPION NO SANO SEKAI... JAMES VANDENBUSH: THE ONE... JAPANESE MAN: SANO ICHI... JAMES VANDENBUSH: THE ONLY... JAPANESE MAN: SANO YUIITSU... JAMES VANDENBUSH: THE LEGENDARY... JAPANESE MAN: SANO DENSETSU-TEKI... BOTH: "EPIC... ERIC... TRAVERS!!! [The spotlight goes out and as the opening of "Sad But True" by Metallica begins to blast through the sound system, a gold spotlight shines high above the large stage. In the spotlight a large object begins to move towards the crowd, soon revealing itself as a large dragon's head. There is smoke eminating from the nostrils as the mouth opens wide. Once fully opened the crowd get their first look at Eric Travers. Travers is standing on a platform insode the mouth of the dragon head, which is now fully extended out over the stage, and is beginning to lower. Travers is wearing his Oakley X-Metal Romeos, his black personalized Nike Epic t-shirt, and black dress pants and shoes. Travers stands with his arms crossed staring stright into the ring as the head slowly lowers to the stage. The camera isolates on Travers, and in all four corners of the screen appear Travers' endorsers. In the top left corner is Oakley's logo, with the words "Half Art. Half Science." and a reference to www.oakley.com . In the top right is the Mountain Dew logo with the Do the Dew logo, and www.mountaindew.com . In the bottom left is the Nike Swoosh, with www.nike.com/canada . And in the bottom right is the Maxim logo, of course with www.maximonline.com accompanying.] CC: This is amazing! OA: Yeah, but why is he here? CC: Who cares? All I know is this... Tonight, Eric Travers is brought to you by Oakley, Half Art, Half Science! By Nike Canada who encourage you to ... JUST DO IT! By Mountain Dew! _Do the Dew_. And by Maxim Magazine, The Best Thing To Happen To Men, Since WOMEN! OA: Oh brother. [As the dragon head reaches th stage Travers steps out onto the stage and stands at the edge looking around at the large crowd.] ROWD: JO-JI-SHI!!! JO-JI-SHI!!! CC: What are they chanting? OA: Where's that Japanese/English dictionary? [Travers looks back down at the ring and begins to make the long walk down the aisle. There is a hint of smugness on his face as he walks down, never taking his eyes off of the ring. Travers reaches the ringside area and climbs the steps, and climbs into the ring. Travers accepts a microphone from James Vandenbush and looks across the ring .] OA: I found it... I think they're chanting the rough translation for epic. CC: I guess they like Travers over here. ERIC TRAVERS: Well ain't this something else? I guess it didn't matter which of you won, since you were both in on the little conspiracy. [Travers smirks, steps back and points at Ensassarol. Looking out at the crowd, Travers speaks again.] ERIC TRAVERS: Okubyumono! [There is a look of confusion on Ensassarol's face as some of the crowd laugh. Travers walks right over to Ensassarol and gets in his face.] ERIC TRAVERS: I just called you a coward!! [Ensassarol doesn't seem to take that too well. Travers glares at him and steps back.] ERIC TRAVERS: I never bought that crap with Hightower quote/unquote saving me. I knew all along the six of you were still up to something. Pietka's claims didn't matter... I knew something was up... We all know that The Extremist had no business beating me a week and a half ago, and he never would have had it not been for Hightower, and you, and Pietka... All of you crying because I called you out for being what you are, and that's a bunch of useless pieces of CRAP!! [Travers points at Ensassarol again and looks out to trhe crowd.] ERIC TRAVERS: Haisetsubutsu!! [Another look of confusion from Ensassarol and more laughter from the crowd. Travers steps up to him again.] ERIC TRAVERS: I just told them you're S*!T!! [Travers stays right in Mack Ensassarol's face and stares him down. After a few seconds Travers walks away and begins to speak again.] ERIC TRAVERS: One on one there isn't a damn one of you who could beat me, and you all knew it so you got me knocked out of the tournament. But now, the tournament's over, and YOU have something that I want!! The question is, do you have the sack to step up and take me on mano a mano? I somehow doubt it. Especially with you running around with the HOA. [Travers points at Ensassarol again. A mix of dread and anger appears on the champ's face. Travers looks out at the crowd.] ERIC TRAVERS: Zero kogans!! [Travers once again walks over to Ensassarol and gets in his face as the crowd laugh.] ERIC TRAVERS: In case you're wondering, I just told them you have no testicles!! [Ensassarol looks as though his blood is boiling. He appears to be growing tired of being embarrassed by Travers.] ERIC TRAVERS: What's wrong you little bitch? Don't like being mocked? Don't enjoy having the greatest moment of your life turned into one of the worst in a matter of seconds? Well welcome to my world Mack!! This is what you six babies did to me!! You stole MY moment from ME!! All because you're a bunch of cowardly, sackless pieces of CRAP!! None of you... NONE of you could beat me in a one on one situation, and you know it!! It must be difficult living with that fact huh Mack? Knowing that no matter what you do, you'll never be the best there is. Knowing that there's always going to be someone better than you... I don't know what that's like Mack. See, unlike you, I can beat anyone at anytime. There may from time to time be someone who can give me a run, but it'll never last, because I'm the cream that always rises to the top. You can push me down, but I'll be back before you know it. Your little posse knocked me down last week, but here I am buddy... Right back in your face, and ready to claim what should have been mine all along!! If you think you're worth more than I've told you you are tonight, why don't youtry and prove it when we get back to Toronto? I'm challenging you to put that belt on the line, and I'm challenging you to do it man to man, no interference from anyone! I doubt you'll accept, but at least when you say no, you'll finally be admitting to the world how useless you really are! [Travers lowers the mic and turns...] OA: ENSASSAROL FROM BEHIND!! Mack just attacked Travers!! CC: I can't believe he didn't try this sooner. I wouldn't have taken that verbal abuse in any language!! OA: Ensassarol pounds on Travers in the corner... Travers ducks and spins Ensassarol around! Right, right, right!! Travers grabs Ensassarol... OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Ensassarol staggers to his feet and backs into the ropes... TRAVERS CHARGES AND CLOTHESLINES ENSASSAROL OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! [POP!!!] CC: Listen to these people. They LOVE Travers! OA: It's certainly different to hear! [Travers looks down on the mat and sees the EWA Heavyweight Title. Travers reaches down and grabs it, lifting it and looking at it holding the belt in front of himself with two hands. Travers then raises the belt in the air with one arm and points at himself with the other.] CROWD: JO-JI-SHI!!! JO-JI-SHI!!! [Travers looks out at Ensassarol on the floor and throws the belt on top of him with a sneer. Travers appears to say "I'll see you back home" before turning back to acknowledge the large crowd.] OA: TRAVERS WANTS ENSASSAROL! HE WANTS THE EWA HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! [We fade backstage to the locker room area where IWF/WOW interviewer Anthony Edwards is about to speak for the very first time to Steve Spector. Spector's sitting on a bench, staring forward intently, the sweat pouring from his brow. Edwards cautiously approaches Spector, hoping to get some words from him.] AE: Hey guys.. I'm backstage with the man who made his first IWF/WOW appearance here tonight, and I definitely did not expect him to appear. [Spector sits still, not saying a word. Edwards coughs, appearing nervous at being in the locker room with Spector. Maybe Edwards thinks Spector's gonna bite or something.] AE: The question in my mind, Steve.. and in everybody else's minds are.. why are you here? [Spector continues to stare.] AE: We all know your relationship with your half-brother, Mr. Robinson.. and you've had a couple of great matches in the old EWA with the Maniacal Mailman.. but, Steve.. is there any other reason why you're here? [Spector turns his head slowly towards Edwards.] SS: Wait and see, Edwards... wait and see. [Spector stares for a few seconds at Edwards, then stands up and walks out of the locker room. Edwards looks back towards the camera as Spector leaves.] AE: Well.. that didn't answer my question. Geez.. what a jerk. [Edwards scratches his head as we fade back to the arena.] OA: How about that? Spector having NOTHING to say! CC: He's always been a mysterious guy. Kinda quiet, but lethal. Little bastard. OA: Alright, alright. Folks, just three months ago, President Brian Nelson believed that "Dreamlover" Trey Porter would not even be an _employee_ of this company. But lo and behold, here he is tonight with a chance dethrone "Angel of Death" Wade Thompson, and become and the Vice President of the IWF/WOW...He could go from an unwanted employee to the 2nd most important official in the company!! CC: It's quite the ascension to power if you ask me. OA: Almost too much, as President Nelson named himself the Special Guest Referee for tonight's bout. While Nelson is obviously trying to keep as close an eye on "Dreamlover" Trey Porter as possible, his true motives remain in question. After all, he was not very happy with Vice-President's Wade Thompson's actions at Summer Explosion. But without Thompson's signing power, this match could not have taken place, and DTP would have never been seen again in the I-Slash. CC: You sound like we should be saying "Thank you, Wade Thompson" because he brought DTP here. You should hope and pray that President Nelson doesn't hear that. OA: Well, "Dreamlover" Trey Porter is wrestling legend, whether Brian Nelson agrees or not. So is "The Angel of Death" Wade Thompson for that matter, and this match is sure to be a classic. It's Porter's very first time competing in an I/W ring, and Wade Thompson's first match since War Games in July! I can't wait to see it. CC: I dunno, I'm sniffing screwjob here, Owen. And it reeks of Nelson! ]======[I SLASH VICE-PRESIDENCY]=======[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | "Angel of Death" Wade Thompson vs. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter GUEST REFEREE: Brian Nelson ]====================[Writer: Matt J. FRANCINE: The following match is for the Vice-Presidency of the IWF/WOW... Introducing first, the special guest referee! "I'M SORRY DID I BREAK YO' CONCENTRATION??" ["Misorlou" plays as Brian Nelson walks the aisle in his referee attire. He looks focused, and a bit uneasy.] ... He is the PRESIDENT of the I-SLASH ... ... B R I A N N E L S O N ! ! ! ! ! [POP!!] [Nelson climbs casually into the ring, not making big scene, and waits for the competitors.] [The lights in the arena fade to black and sounds of a bad storm, complete with thunder, lightning, and wind fill the arena. A light, smoky haze begins to fill the aisle and then suddenly.... *BONG* [The sound of a large bell fills the arena and an "A" shines in front of the entranceway in a bright white light. The fans in the arena jump to their feet and begin to cheer wildly.] OA: Listen to this place Cordell!! The roof is about to come off!! *BONG* [Another bell sounds and an "o" shines midway down the aisle in the same bright white light. The crowd, seem to get louder.] *BONG* [As the third bell sounds, a "D" is shone at the end of the aisle. A loud "AoD" chant begins to fill the arena.] *BONG* [As the fourth bell sounds a white spotlight shines above the regular entrance, revealing a glittering black cape with white wings patterned on the back as well as a pair of white boots, and the back of a head. Seconds later the opening riffs of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begin to blast through the sound system. The crowd noise is deafening. The platform begins to lower slowly, descending the 20 feet in about 30 seconds.] CC: I can't hear myself think Owen!!! When did the AoD become this popular in Japan!? OA: The man is popular everywhere he goes. But I also know that he wrestled here back in '97, representing the I Slash in a big international tournament put on by SJPW. The fans took a real liking to him back then if I recall. [Ambrose is drowned out as the crowd goes completely insane as Vice President Wade Thompson turns to face the crowd at the same time the platform he is on reaches the entrance level. He is wearing long black tights with "AoD" in white letters down the left leg, and a pair of white boots. Thompson's wrists are taped in white, as are his fingers, and he stands with his arms spread holding out his cape to it's full twelve foot wingspan surveying the crowd.] RING ANNOUNCER: From Toronto, Ontario. He stands six feet one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred and forty six pounds. He is a former, and the FIRST IWF/WOW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!... THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!! [The crowd continue to pay homage to the legend, as he walks down the aisle looking dead serious, and never taking his eyes off of DTP..] OA: Thompson looks like he's ready to go. CC: If he wants to retain his job title against DTP, he'd better. [Thompson makes it to the ring and climbs the steps to the apron. Thompson climbs into the ring and walks to the closest corner. He stands on the second rope and spreads his arms again, once again to a deafening pop from the crowd. Thompson jumps down and removes the cape, handing it to a ring attendant.] OA: As always, Thompson looking in great physical shape and ready to compete. #OBIE TRICE# #NO NAME NO GIMMICKS# #TWO TRAILER PARK GIRLS GO ROUND THE OUTSIDE# #ROUND THE OUTSIDE# "BOOOOOOOOO!!!!" [As the first few verses of Eminem's "Without Me" start up, Super Scott emerges onstage.] OA: What is he doing here? #THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR ME# #SO EVERYBODY, JUST FOLLOW ME# #CAUSE WE NEED A LITTLE .. CONTROVERSY!# #IT'D BE SO EMPTY WITHOUT _ME_!# [Super Scott makes his way down to ringside and stands near on one side of the apron.] #Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta# #Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta# OA: You have got to be kidding me! CC: It's all strategy, Owen. DTP proving once again that he is a veteran. He made Thompson hit the ring early and now he is standing around in the ring cooling off. OA: That must explain why DTP demanded to enter the ring second. #A Real Gangsta @ss Plays His Cards Right# #A Real Gangsta @ss Doesn't Run His FN Mouth# #Cause Real Gangstas Don't Really Start Fights# [Brian Hackett makes his way down to ringside dressed in his usual expensive suit. He makes his way to ringside and sits in a empty seat in the front row.] #Dreamlover come rescue me# # Take me up take me down# # Take me anywhere you want to baby now# # I need you so desperately# # Won't you please come around# # 'Cause I wanna share forever with you baby# Ring Announcer: Introducing .....he hails from Memphis, Tennessee standing 6 foot 3 and weighing 240 pounds, he is the Universal Heartthrob, the Self-Made Legend, and former Heavyweight Champion of the World, here is the "ICON of Wrestling".............................."DREAMLOVER" Trey Porter!!!! #I need a lover to give me# # The kind of love That will last always# # I need somebody uplifting# # To take me away# [The crowd erupts into a huge chorus of cheers as two giant posters of Trey Porter fall from the roof at the entrance. DTP jumps out from behind the curtain. As soon as he appears the cheers become deafening. Behind DTP several fireworks shoot off and then the lights quickly go dim, except for one spotlight on DTP. Heart shaped laser lights with DTP across the middle line the floor.] OA: OH MY GOD! LOOK WHO IS WITH PORTER! CC: It's the first lady of wrestling, Miss L! OA: Porter pulling out all th......OH NO! [DTP is posing at the entrance way with Miss L standing at his side clapping. And just as Owen Ambrose is in the middle of his sentence, both Drago and Killer Hulk come out of behind the curtain.] CC: Those are DTP's former bodyguards; these men are huge! Killer Hulk stands 7 feet and weights 325 lbs and Drago is even bigger at 7 feet 2 inches and pushing the scale at 390 lbs. Porter must have his own clown car parked in the entranceway or something. #I want a lover who knows me# # Who understands how I feel inside# # Someone to comfort and hold me# # Through the long lonely nights# # Till the dawn # #Why don't you take me away# [DTP begins to walk down the aisle doing a little Fargo strutting on the way. Halfway down the aisle DTP lets out a big, "OOH, LA, LA". When he finally enters the ring, a giant heart with "Dreamlover" Trey Porter lowers from the ceiling and lights up behind him. DTP begins to pose and does one last strut.] ******** ******** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ** **** **** "THE ICON" **** **** **** *** "D R E A M L O V E R" **** **** **** **** T R E Y **** **** **** **** P O R T E R **** **** **** **** **** ******* ** [After the hoopla ends, DTP removes his gold jacket with diamond studs, which spell out "DREAMLOVER" across the back. DTP is wearing white tights, with a gold hearts all over them. On the front he has "Dreamlover spelled out in the middle of a heart and on the back he has ICON. His kneepads are also white with several small golden hearts on them. His boots are also gold.] OA: I imagine this all must serve to distract Wade Thompson, but he doesn't look to be immediately phased by all the fanfare. [DTP stands in his corner jawing with the crowd as his music ends. The announcers at ringside can barely hear themselves talk as the chant of "DTP" echoes throughout the arena.] OA: Drago and Killer Hulk have each taken a side of the ring with Super Scott. I'm very surprised to see President Nelson allowing this... CC: What's the problem? They haven't done anything. I think it's great to see that DTP always has his personal fan club following him around...especially on this momentous occasion where he'll have assumed responsibility of Vice President of the I-Slash before the evening is over. OA: I can guarantee you that Killer Hulk, Drago, Super Scott, and even Miss L are _hardly_ here to stand around in an innocent fan club...President Nelson will have his work cut out for him tonight. (( DING DING! )) CC: I'm sorry, did I break yo' concentration!? OA: Cute. Thompson and Porter circling it up now. They tie up...and Thompson takes the advantage here with a headlock...Wait, DTP slides out of it and locks Thompson's arm in place...Thompson goes for the elbow but DTP ducks. Porter back up and he LIFTS THOMPSON IN THE AIR! He drops him in the center of the ring with a belly-to-back suplex! He dropped the Vice President on his own arm there. CC: OOH, LA, LA!! Like I said, better get cozy with it. OA: Stop that. Thompson shakes that one off and he's back on his feet...He stuns Porter with a quick kick and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle...Thompson runs!...JUMP TURNING BACK KICK! That got quite a rise out of these Japanese fans! CC: Martial Arts, bah! I took Karate as a little kid and all it was good for was the cool uniform...then when I was twelve years old, the uniform became stupid! OA: DTP now holding his jaw and Thompson forces DTP down and loops the arms...Butterfly Suplex sends Porter flying to the opposite turnbuckle! Thompson back on his feet and he is fired up! He's rallying the entire Sapporo Dome behind him! WADE THOMPSON: Come on! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: He wants Trey Porter on his feet, and now Wade Thompson charges...but he's brought down with a drop toe hold and now Porter goes to work. He grabs an arm and locks the Vice President in an armbar...and he looks to be in pain, Cordell. CC: Porter's doing a really smart thing by keeping him on the ground with that armbar. That gives him more leverage, and Wade Thompson can't really resist the pressure. OA: Look at this, Drago is pulling the hair of Wade Thompson from the outside...But there's President Nelson to stop him! Not even a minute into the match as Nelson already having to exert his authority. CC: Nelson shouldn't be so hell bent on stopping "Dreamlover" Trey Porter from rising in the business ranks of the I-Slash. He could institute some incredible statutes as the Vice President. OA: Like what? CC: Well, how about every time somebody sends out a memo to the rest of the suits, they've gotta include a cover sheet that says nothing except "OOH, LA, LA!" OA: I said stop that! Thompson reaching for the ropes with his free arm...he grabs it and Nelson counts 5...Porter releases the hold and he drags the VP up on his feet...arm drag and twist...Now he scoops up Thompson over his shoulders...Samoan Drop! Porter in control now as he picks Thompson up...he goes up in the air...and DOWN with a T-bone suplex! And Look, DTP sprints against the ropes and comes reeling back...FLYING KNEEDROP! CC: And Porter gets the honor of the first pin attempt of the night! 1..................... 2..................... Kickout at 2! Porter trying to put the Vice President away early but to no avail. CC: That looked to me like a slow count on the part of President Nelson, but I don't see Trey Porter complaining one bit. That guy's quite a sport. OA: There's enough going on already, you don't need to add fuel to the fire. Porter tries to pick up Thompson for a suplex...But Thompson fights back! He wraps his arms around Porter and lifts him in the air....OOH, Atomic Drop stuns Trey Por- [WHAP!!] [OOOOOOOHHH!!] OA: WOW! WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! That came out of nowhere and it almost sent DTP flat on top of his head! Thompson comes back to life here as he's breathing heavily. He climbs on top of Porter and wails him with lefts and rights!! CC: So much for that display of pure athleticism from the Angel of Death. OA: C'mon Cordell, if you had your office ransacked you'd be doing the same thing. Thompson builds that fire back as he picks up Porter and whips him into the ropes...and Thompson bounces off the opposite side!...DTP goes for a clothesline but Thompson ducks it! My God look how fast they're going...they bounce one more time...THOMPSON WITH A DIVING ELBOW SENDS PORTER DOWN!! CC: That was like a high speed car chase! I can't believe how quickly Trey Porter can still move, especially after that knee surgery 6 years ago. It's like it doesn't even phase him. OA: Wade Thompson hasn't lost a step either. Their ability to keep up such a pace in this match makes both these men legends of this sport. Thompson gets up and bounces off the ropes once ag-HEY! KILLER HULK JUST TRIPPED UP THOMPSON FROM THE OUTSIDE! And you'd better believe President Nelson has something to say about it! CC: HA! And while Nelson ain't looking, Porter is choking Wade Thompson! He's getting away with a chokehold! With no disrespect to President Nelson, I think his qualifications as a "Special" referee are highly suspect. OA: Of course, Porter releases the illegal chokehold once Nelson has reprimanded Killer Hulk. Porter picks up the VP once again...BRAINBUSTER! And Porter goes for another pin! 1....................... 2.................... NO! Not enough to put away The Angel of Death! CC: So how effectively has President Nelson exerted his authority so far? OA: Well, I do find it awkward that he's even allowed DTP's bodyguards and Super Scott to remain at ringside, even though he's done a pretty good job keeping them in check. As much as I wanna credit the efforts of Porter and Thompson, Nelson's calls could be quite influential in the outcome of this match. CC: Nice opinion. Know what I think? OA: What? CC: I'M SORRY, DID I BREAK YO' CONCENTRATION? OA: (sigh) Porter picks up Thompson after that failed pin attempt...He twists that same arm of Thompson once again, and climbs up to the middle rope...But Thompson reacts! Side kick to the stomach! And DTP crouches down in pain... [Thompson jumps in the air.] [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: DDT FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE! The Vice President reaches _incredible_ height and brings down the winded DTP from the middle rope. Impressive! Thompson turning Porter over now and he grabs the legs...Thompson points to the turnbuckle...Catapult!! [DTP makes the most petrified facial expression that it must get caught on film.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: And "Dreamlover" Trey Porter collides head first into the top turnbuckle pad!...Thompson now grabs the dazed Porter from behind! BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGE PIN! 1........................ 2....................... Porter rolls out of it! So very close! Thompson trying to regain his footing, but Porter makes it to his feet first and he lunges toward Thompson, darting around him and grasping a full nelson! CC: Look at DTP smiling at President Nelson. This hold must be a tribute to him. OA: Please. DTP really holding Thompson as low to the ground as possible with this hold...looks like it's to prevent Thompson from sweeping a leg into him for the counter...MY GOODNESS! DTP pulls him up off the ground with all his strength...FULL NELSON SLAM!! CC: Talk about sending the VP out on his ass tonight! OA: DTP stands over the VP's back now and grabs a leg...he pulls a right leg into a half crab, and President Nelson is checking to see if The Angel of Death is finished, but he's shaking his head no. CC: Here we go again! Killer Hulk is up on the apron and DTP grabs his hand for leverage! OA: But Nelson sees it! [Killer Hulk immediately lets go and drops down to the floor, holding up his hands in an "I Dunno, I'm innocent" fashion.] OA: I think his patience might be wearing a little thin with Drago and Killer Hulk at ringsi- Now Drago goes up on the apron! DTP grabs him! This is just not faring well for Wade Thompson right now... CC: Nelson is on Drago to let go right now, but he's refusing!! [OOOOOOOHHH!!] OA: THOMPSON SNEAKS THE FREE LEG INTO THE NETHER REGIONS OF TREY PORTER!! And...Oh my God, Thompson gets to his feet with DTP still standing over him! He's got DTP on his shoulders!! CC: Aw man, Thompson has the whole chicken fight idea backwards, literally! OA: And Thompson walks _backwards_ to the turnbuckle...MY GOD, HE FALLS!! [Oh dear Lord this is bad.] OA: MAN! PORTER'S HEAD SMACKS THE TURNBUCKLE PAD, AND ITS SNAPS BACKWARD!! CC: Uh-oh. This is reminding me of that neck injury from '97. This could be really bad news, Ambrose. OA: He managed to land on his feet, and he's hunched over the ringpost. Looks like he's okay, but not for long!! [OOOOOOOHHH!!] OA: THOMPSON WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! That was with authority, Cordell. And it's brought Porter down to his knees. CC: Porter's having some difficulty shaking off that blow to his neck there. It doesn't look that serious, but it could slow him down a bit. OA: You mentioned that neck injury from a blown attempt at a Shooting Star Press. Porter was lucky to bounce back so well from it. Thompson back on his feet and he runs up behind DTP...REVERSE DTT!! Thompson up against the ropes now...Leg Drop across the throat of DTP! And Now Thompson goes to the air!! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: And with the greatest of speed, Thompson already in the air........ <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: FROG SPLASH!! THOMPSON COVERS!! 1................... 2.................... DTP KICKS OUT! HE'S STILL GOT IT IN HIM! Thompson wastes no time and he bounces off the ropes...DTP ducks...Sunset flip brings DTP down for another pin!! 1...................... 2................... DTP rolls out of that one, and he pounces back at Wade Thompson!...MY GOD, HE SOMERSAULTS OVER THOMPSON, AND BRINGS HIM DOWN WITH A REVERSE NECKBREAKER! What athleticism on the part of the veteran Trey Porter! He didn't even go 4 feet off the ground with that move!! CC: That's why he's the greatest this sport has ever witnessed, Owen. OA: Subtracting his attitude as of late, you're right that he's one of the best. CC: No, I said _THE_ greatest. OA: Cordell, that's too much of an overstatement. CC: Are you disrespecting "Dreamlover" Trey Porter? OA: Not in the least! CC: He could very well turn out to be one of your bosses after this match tonight, Owen. I'm not gonna cover for your ass if you disrespect him again! OA: Whatever. Trey Porter picks up Thompson now...Gut Wrench Suplex...and now it's Trey Porter's turn to go to the air! CC: OOOH, LA, LA!! OA: Porter gets to the top rope, but Thompson is on his feet! He punches Porter in the gut to stall him, and now Thompson _also_ goes to the top! It's a slugfest up there, but DTP gets the upper hand and shoves Thompson back to the canvas! DTP on his feet from the top!... [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: SENTON SPLASH!! AND THE COVER!! 1...................... 2...................... NO! THOMPSON KICKS OUT AT TWO!! And Trey Porter is upset at that one; he thought he put him away! [Shot of Brian Hackett seated in the front row with his arms folded.] OA: And if DTP should be successful tonight, that man right there will be automatically appointed to the I-Slash Board of Directors! CC: Frankly I'd rather have him there than bringing a lawsuit against us. He's like the white version of Johnny Cochoran! OA: CORDELL! DTP picks up Thompson once again...lifts him up for a suplex, but Thompson wiggles out of it and lands on his feet behind Porter! Waistlock around Porter, but Porter stands his ground...Thompson budges him into the topes...He goes for a roll up pin but Porter still hands onto the top rope! DTP turns around and charges at Thompson, who runs right back!...THOMPSON CATCHES DTP AND DRILLS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Thompson now jumps off the adjacent side!...ASAI MOONSAULT BY THE VICE PRESIDENT!! HOLY COW!! 1........................ 2........................ DTP KICKS OUT!! An Asai Moonsault by Vice President Wade Thompson! I certainly wouldn't have expected to see something like that on the part of _either_ of these veterans! That should be a lesson to the younger breed of today's wrestler. CC: With all their ring experience, these guys are still a valid threat to Brian Nelson's new breed of "legends." OA: Absolutely. Thompson on a roll right now and he's going up to the top rope once again! HE'S SIGNALING FOR IT! IT'S DEATH FROM ABOVE! THIS WILL PUT DTP AW- [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!] OA: Did you see that! DRAGO AND KILLER HULK BOTH SHOVED THE ANGEL OF DEATH FROM THE TOP ROPE! That could have seriously injured him! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: AND NELSON'S HAD ENOUGH!! THEY'RE OUTTA HERE!!!! President Nelson refusing to continue this match until Killer Hulk and Drago have vanished! CC: That's not fair, Owen. They're his bodyguards! Trey Porter has paid these very large gentlemen to protect him. OA: DTP certainly not happy about this ruling by President Nelson. Hulk and Drago now walk to the back as DTP gets in the face of Nelson...INSIDE CRADLE BY THOMPSON! 1............................ 2........................... NO! DTP slips out of the pin...one more second and that confrontation with Nelson could have cost him his chance at the Vice-Presidency! Brian Hackett is now standing out of his seat and yelling at President Nelson, but it looks like he's ignoring him...and rightfully so in my opinion. CC: There must be some kind of legal code that Nelson is breaking by ejecting DTP's bodyguards from ringside. OA: (Sigh) Too many lawyers in this world. CC: Don't insult Brian Hackett! He's a Stanford Law graduate... OA: Those kind are the worst!! DTP taking advantage now and he hooks the arms of Thompson...DOUBLE ARM POWERBOMB! Now it's DTP's turn to head for the sky...in his very first match in the IWF/WOW, I must say that "Dreamlover" Trey Porter looks quite impressive. Against a veteran like Wade Thompson nonetheless, he's shown almost no signs of rust. CC: That's cuz he's back where he belongs in that ring, Owen. And there he goes!! [OOOOOOOHHH!!] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! As graceful as it could ever look!! 1......................... 2....................... THOMPSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! And DTP is getting frustrated! CC: I gotta say, Thompson's impressed me tonight, though he probably signed his own pink slip the same time he signed Super Scott and DTP to an I-Slash contract. OA: Thompson certainly wrestling for his job title here, and doing a damn good job of it. DTP has him up now and whips him into the ropes...Thompson ducks a clothesline...DTP leapfrogs!...Back Body Drop sends Thompson up and down, and now DTP off the ropes...But Thompson spins around on the canvas and trips up DTP! He's sliding onto his back now...STF!! Thompson's got DTP hooked in the STF! CC: Nelson kneeling down to see if DTP is gonna tap. His fists are clenching and almost turning red! But he's not tapping. [Thompson and Nelson stare at each other intently.] OA: Those eyes are locked on each other like homing missles. Thompson wants Nelson to end this match right now, but DTP hasn't tapped out just yet. CC: Look at the anger in Thompson's eyes right now. He's in a frenzy! OA: And he lets go of the STF!! I can't believe it, he could have had Trey Porter submitting the match, and the title of Vice-President! CC: He looks like he's snapped in front of President Nelson. I think Thompson just saw something in the eyes of Brian Nelson that we've all been conjecturing about since that self-appointment to the ref position. OA: Thompson looks like he's had enough of this...AND HE'S GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: He's going for the Death from Above one more time!! THIS IS IT!! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [OOOOOOOHHH!!] DTP ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! CC: That was downright _nasty_, Owen. Thompson's neck just grew a few inches with that landing. OA: Thompson looks like he's in real pain, but DTP is coming back with a second wind! DTP getting a little less technical here with those vicious stomps to the back of Wade Thompson. The Vice-Presidency is on the line here, and now he lifts Thompson up.....T-Bone Suplex! [He looks down to Miss L on the outside and blows her a kiss.] OA: Miss L is quite the beauty, and it looks like he's giving her a little present as he lifts up Thompson and sits him up on the top turnbuckle...DTP climbs up to meet him...AND HE LIFTS THOMPSON UP AND INTO THE AIR!! [OOOOOOOHHH!!] OA: SUPERPLEX!! Thompson is writhing with lower back pain now, and DTP executes what looks to be a special move for his wife and valet, Miss L. [DTP cups his hands over his mouth and screams:] DTP: OOOH, LA, LA!!! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: I think DTP is ready to put the final stake in Wade Thompson. We could have a new Vice-President right now!! He picks up Thompson, whips him into the turnbuckle... HE GRABS ONTO HIS HEAD! HEARTBRE- NO!! THOMPSON TRAPS HIS LEG WITH THE BOTTOM ROPE! HE GETS HIS HANDS IN!! [RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!] OA: HEARTBREAKER! HEARTBREAKER ON DTP!! And Brian Nelson can't believe it, DTP is out cold from his own finisher. What an amazing counter! AND THOMPSON GOES TO THE TOP FOR THE THIRD TIME TONIGHT! HE'S FINALLY GONNA HIT THE DEATH FROM ABOVE!! CC: Nelson looks like a kid in a candy store! He's jumping up and down waiting for Thompson to jump!! [Thompson climbs to the top as the Sapporo crowd is on their feet, and all heads are turned in the same direction.] OA: WHAT THE...? CC: Who the hell is that? OA: Of course you wouldn't know who he is, IT'S CHRIS JURKSCHAT!! HE'S COMING DOWN THE AISLE! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS HE DOING HERE?? [Nelson's back is turned to him. CJ climbs onto the apron, catching Thompson's attention, adjusts his tie a little bit and then points his thumb downward.] OA: NELSON DOESN'T SEE JURKSCHAT! THOMPSON IS HESISTATING, AND NELSON IS BEGGING HIM TO LEAP!! [Wade Thompson, breathing heavily, slowly climbs down the turnbuckle. Nelson is absolutely stunned. CJ climbs down and hunches by the ring apron.] OA: THOMPSON ISN'T JUMPING! HE'S LAYING DOWN IN THE RING! [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] CC: And DTP is finally showing some sign of life. He turns his head and sees Thompson! He drapes the arm, and Nelson looks incredibly confused! OA: Hell, _I'M_ incredibly confused, but he's the special ref, and he's gotta make the count! 1......................... [Close up on Thompson, who opens up his left eye at Nelson.] 2................................. OA: NELSON DOESN'T WANNA DO IT! One more count, and "Dreamlover" Trey Porter becomes the new Vice-President of the I-Slash...but it looks like Thompson has just given it away, after a hard-fought battle to retain it! CC: This is crazy! What the hell is Nelson gonna do?? [He holds his hand in the air and gives Wade Thompson one last chance to get up... ...but finally realizes that he refuses.] 3!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING!!] CC: AND WHADDAYA KNOW! WE'VE GOT A NEW VP!! ["Dreamlover come rescue me!"] FRANCINE: Here is your winner ... ... And NEW VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE I-SLASH ... ... "D R E A M L O V E R" T R E Y P O R T E R ! ! ! ! ! [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] CC: I _told_ you I smelled screwjob! OA: But, but...but not THIS! CJ makes his return to the I-Slash, gives Thompson some kind of sign, and Thompson just...just... CC: Retains his _job_ title after all, HA! [Super Scott and Miss L hug in celebration. They catch DTP, who rolls out of the ring and to his feet on the outside. He raises his hands in victory as Wade Thompson gets up and exits on the other side of the ring, his head hung heavily.] OA: I'm absolutely flabbergasted. DTP is now our boss, Brian Hackett is now a member on the Board of Directors, all because Wade Thompson _gave_ it away! CC: Poor President Nelson. This is not what he wanted. I can't really say what he _did_ want, but certainly not this. [Nelson hasn't picked his head up since the 3-count. His head is buried in his hands.] OA: Chris Jurkschat has re-emerged! He's now in the ring and standing over President Nelson. [Nelson finally lifts his head...and looks like he's seen a ghost. This particular ghost grins from ear to ear as he pulls a mic out of his jacket. Some chants of "CJ! CJ! CJ!" are heard, but for the most part the fans look as Jurkschat grabs a mic.] JURKSCHAT: I'm guessing many of you have been wondering where I have been the past few months. [Small pop from the crowd who are still stunned at seeing Jurkschat in the ring.] JURKSCHAT: Well after retiring from my role as President a few months back, I took some time off. I relaxed, went to Florida, and enjoyed myself. I stayed as far away from wrestling - including the IWF/WOW - as I could. [He pauses, and takes a look around at the fans packed in the stands. A smile comes over his face.] JURKSCHAT: And then one Wednesday night I decided I'd turn on the TV. I decided that I'd watch the program that I helped make famous... IWF/WOW _MAYHEM_! [He stops. The look of excitement that was on his face as he talked about IWF/WOW MAYHEM suddenly turns to a look of remorse.] JURKSCHAT: But it wasn't on. Instead I get... I get ... ... Graphic Nature? [The fans pop at the name. Jurkschat just looks dismayed.] JURKSCHAT: And I thought to myself - where was Jim Robson? Where was Jack Anderson, a good friend of mine who had been employed with the I/W for years. Where were they? ___GONE___. And why? Because of the man I left in charge, _Brian Nelson_. You see Brian, when I took a leave of absence a few years ago I left one other man in charge - Will Foster. And he nearly ran the IWF/WOW into the ground. But you see, you're no better. Sure, unlike Foster you're making money for the I/W. And unlike Foster, you're getting tons of critical acclaim. [Jurkschat stops to think over what he's going to say. He takes a long look into the camera like he's speaking directly to Nelson.] JURKSCHAT: The problem is, while you're doing this you are compromising the integrity of this organization that *I* created! You're trying to turn the I/W into a _relic_! You're trying to turn the IWF/WOW into an organization that died just as the I/W was making a name for itself! The EWA. The _LOOP_. The freaking _LOOP_. So tonight I've come to give Super Scott, the man who we all hold responsible, or in high regard depending on who you are, for mercifully killing the EWA for the first time, some friends in high places. Please welcome the winner of the match, _"Dreamlover" Trey Porter_, as our NEW Vice-President, and _Brian Hackett_ to the board of directors! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" [Nelson runs his hands through his hair, then grabs two clumps and grits his teeth.] JURKSCHAT: And now, I leave you with this message Brian. The IWF/WOW, the I-Slash, is a _democracy_, not a dictatorship. Sadly, I didn't take that into accountbefore appointing you president. So now ... you're going to AUDITION for the role! If you're truly the best man for this job ... if you are _truly_ who these people want ... I can't think of any better way for you to prove it than in an ELECTION! You will RUN for President of the IWF/WOW! The question remains - who will you be running _against_? You'll find out... on [he grumbles at having to say the name]... Graphic Nature. [Jurkschat turns the power on his mic off and drops it into the ring. He climbs off the apron and the camera follows him up the aisle as he leaves peacefully.] OA: AN _ELECTION_?? CC: I heard it too! OA: Ladies and gentlemen ... [Super Scott, Miss L, and Brian Hackett all pull DTP out of the ring and wrap his exhausted arms around their necks. A collective grin forms as Nelson stares at the floor in absolute disarray.] OA: ... Brian Nelson has just been ordered to RUN for President by Chris Jurkschat! The very man that appointed him to the chair! CC: A campaign for president of the I-Slash! This has GOT to be a first! OA: What is the MEANING of it of though?? WHY? CC: Owen, you're missing to the big picture here! The "Who" Super Scott was always referring to! It was JURKSCHAT! "The Boss" who had those men remodeling Wade's office! It was JURKSCHAT! He outranks Nelson! OA: I can't believe he would align with them, even if the sole purpose was to deliver this message! This OUTRAGEOUS message! And it boils down to two things! Either Chris Jurkschat is legitimately frightened of the direction the I is taking, or he's just plain GREEN with envy! Ashamed that he couldn't sign the talent that Nelson has! That he never garnered the critical acclaim! CC: His concerns are JUSTIFIED! Nelson is shady! I was right about Kiljoy, and I'm right about Nelson! [Nelson leaves the ring, nothing in his eyes, and strolls slowly off to the side of the ramp, into the shadows.] OA: Huge, huge development. And just who will his opponent be? CC: Jurkschat said we'll find out on Graphic Nature. OA: I'm on the edge of the seat. Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's hard to move on from that, but are you ready...for an "I Quit" Match? CC: I am! I can't wait! It's time for that pathetic creampuff Razor Ron Jeremy to be embarassed in front of the _world_! OA: This is very much a "teacher versus student" encounter. Maverick for a long time was underutilized in the IWF/WOW. He was never allowed to develop his full potential. But RRJ saw in this man the possibility for greatness, and adopted him as his student. He got him over with the fans. He even allowed Maverick to showcase his abilities against him at WrestleFest 6. But since then, things have gone sour. CC: You mean Maverick wised up to Razor Ron Jeremy. Let's face it -- I know he's one of the most popular men in the federation, but he's long since past his prime. And you know that part of his motivation for helping out Maverick had to be so he could climb his coattatails to the top of the ladder one last time. OA: Well, I have to disagree with you there. Tonight, we're all gonna see what kind of a man the Double-R Jay really is. And don't expect this one to be pretty...these men are not scientific athletes by any sense of the word. Razor Ron Jeremy is very much a relic from the old Kenny Loggins song..."middle-aged and crazy". Maverick a massively powerful, dominating juggernaut. Neither man known for their submission expertise, but they can and will pummel each other until one of them says "I Quit"! CC: _ASHIWOARAU_! ]======[IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP]======[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Maverick vs. Razor Ron Jeremy ]=======[SUBMISSION MATCH]========[Writer: Matt W. FRANCINE: The following contest ... scheduled for one fall ... Is for the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP ... ... and is an "I QUIT" MATCH!!! BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [and 5 bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [6 more bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM!!! [Little drums] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [Little more drums and then...] !**$#BLAM!!#$**! !**$#BLAM!!#$**! !**$#BLAM!!#$**! >>>>KA-BOOM!!!!!!!!<<<< [Fireworks explode from the entranceway as the lyrics to "Date Rape" by Sublime begin; the sold-out Japanese crowd goes ballistic with fanfare.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, USA, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 281 pounds... ... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and bows to all the fans that line up along ringside. RRJ wears his I Quit Match apparel: loose gray sweatpants, his lucky black sleeveless Rocky III T-shirt, white amateur wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. Most of the RRJ signs in the house are elaborate Anime color drawings of RRJ throwing a beam of light at Maverick, and chopping Maverick in half with a Samarai sword. He pantomimes the lyrics of his theme song as he dances to the ring, and some of the fans follow along with 3 or 4 drinking motions and driving away someplace real far.] [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle; then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd.] OA: RRJ seems to be showing no ill effects of that vicious attack on Graphic Nature this past week. CC: I hear rumors that it's all because he refuses to sell. OA: Cordell! [After a big pop, he runs down to ringside and pulls Bootie out from under the ring. For the fans amusement, and possible use for later, he sticks Bootie onto the turnbuckle. RRJ immediately turns to the center of the ring, where his attention is transfixed on the black microphone. He walks toward it.] CC: Oh no, RRJ and a microphone are one horrible combination! OA: That's your opinion. These fans are already on their feet for what he's about to say, and they probably can't understand one word - he's THAT charismatic, Cordell! Razor Ron Jeremy: Holy Cowabunga, can you believe I'm actually IN Japan this time? You know how good it feels to finally be understood when I say KONICHIWA...SAPPORO, NIHON!! [Japanese version of POP!] CC: What'd he say? RRJ: I apologize for everyone in this capacity crowd that cannot understand a word I'm saying - but this microphone which I am currently speaking into will be my best friend for the evening. No disrespect to Bootie which is hanging on this turnbuckle... [POP FOR THE BOOT OF DEVISTATION!!] RRJ: He'll have to settle for casual acquaintance tonight, because this microphone will be THE instrument with which I win this match tonight. I must hover it under the chin of Maverick... [Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!] RRJ: Make him say _ASHIWOARAU_! ["OH, IT'S THAT MATCH" POP!] RRJ: Win my second Intercontimental Title, bask in the glory of my victory, and then quietly stand aside so that we can get to the _real_ blood & guts of the night. Gunnar Gaines and Matthew Reason go NO HOLDS BARRED!! ["YOUR HOLDS ARE CHILDISH" POP!] RRJ: Storm goes after Arcola in the most controversial FIRST BLOOD match of the century!! [BLOOD WILL DIE POP!] RRJ: "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy shows his face tonight against "Suicidal" Nate McTendency in your favorite and mine, TAI PEI DEATH MATCH!! [AWESOME-UH POWA GLOVE POP!] RRJ: You Japanese fans just can't wait a minute longer. You need the blood now. You've gotta see enough human flesh spread across the canvas to make your 400 yen ticket worth it. And dammit, you're not willing to wait another minute, and NEITHER AM I!! THIS REVENGE HAS BEEN PUT OFF TOO LONG!! [RRJ immediately hops out of the ring, and dashes up the aisle, disappearing into the locker room...] OA: What the...? Where is Razor Ron Jeremy going? CC: Probably forgot to use the bathroom before Maverick takes him on a long and painful trip to I Quitsville! OA: Oh come on, this is LIVE on Pay-Per-View! Let's get cameras back there now!! [Cut to the stage area behind the entrance curtain. Razor Ron Jeremy looks left, looks right, and barrels down the curtained hallway to intercept Maverick, who's waiting intensely to make his entrance.] OA: RRJ HAS JUST CUT OFF MAVERICK! THEY'RE BRAWLING IN THE BACKSTAGE ENTRANCEWAY!! (( DING DING! )) CC: That _idiot_! OA: RRJ didn't even let Maverick get into the arena! *** KKKEEEE-RRRRRAAAAASSSSHHHH!!! *** *** tumble tumble tumble tumble *** OA: AND HE JUST HEAVED MAVERICK INTO A STACK OF WATER BOTTLES!!! CC: Those things are _full_, Ambrose! Imagine the weight that just came down on Maverick! OA: RRJ not giving up on the offensive...Maverick trying to dig his way out of that rubble...AND GETS A BOOT TO THE HEAD FOR HIS TROUBLE! RRJ unloading here...stomp after stomp! CC: There's a lot of pent-up hatred between these two! This match is going to be a _war_! OA: Maverick slowly to his feet...RRJ back on top of him...IRISH WHIP! *** THUNK *** OA: MAVERICK GETS A FACE FULL OF WALL!!! Another Irish whip...REVERSED BY MAVERICK! AND RRJ TAKES A TUMBLE OVER AN EQUIPMENT CASE!!! CC: I don't think RRJ wants to brawl with Maverick! This is the big man's environment. OA: What in the world does Maverick have? [The camera pans up from RRJ to see Maverick holding a long orange object.] CC: That's a first down marker! OA: MAVERICK JAMS THE POINT OF THAT FIRST DOWN MARKER INTO RRJ'S MIDSECTION!!! [Maverick stands the marker upright and fiddles with the handle. He changes the "1" to a "4".] CC: Fourth down! You know what time it is! MAVERICK'S GONNA PUNT!!! [Maverick charges at RRJ and unleashes a lethal kick upwards inot his ribs.] CC: I think he should've gone for it! OA: Maverick is in the proverbial driver's seat at the moment, and RRJ may regret going after him in the backstage area. Maverick picking RRJ up by his receding hairline...dragging him towards...what _is_ that? [Maverick and RRJ disappear inside a nearby door.] Women's voices: EEEEK!!! [in Japanese] "They are disrespectful to dirt!" "Can you see I am serious?" EEEEK!!! CC: That's the women's room! [The camera is blocked from getting into the room as several conservatively-dressed Japanese women sprint out of it. As it finally gets into the view of the wrestlers, it catches...] *** SPLOOOSH *** OA: MAVERICK IS DUNKING RRJ'S FACE INTO THE TOILET!!! CC: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT'S _GREAT_!!! [Maverick whips RRJ out of the toilet bowl by the hair.] Maverick: WHERE'S THE MONEY, LEBOWSKI?!? RRJ: It's down there somewhere; let me take another look. *** SPLOOOSH *** [Maverick pushes down the toilet handle.] CC: MAVERICK'S GIVING HIM A SWIRLIE!!! [POP!] OA: AND RRJ FIRES AN ELBOW BACK INTO MAVERICK'S FACE! RRJ is back up... [RRJ grabs the top of the toilet stall and pulls himself up into the air.] OA: A _DROPKICK_ BY RRJ! AND MAVERICK HITS THE SINK COUNTER! RRJ now dragging Maverick out of the bathroom... CC: Thank goodness. OA: Where are they going now? CC: They could go all over the arena...all that has to happen is for one of them to say "I Quit" into the microphone. [RRJ drags Maverick out towards the production area.] OA: They're near the entranceway! CC: This arena is literally on the edge of their seat! Do they have any idea what they're about to see? [The crowd erupts in applause as the two men emerge brawling into the arena.] OA: HERE THEY COME! RRJ and Maverick trading right hands...Maverick catches RRJ around the waist... Crowd: UUUUUHHHHWWWWAHHHHH!!! [Yes, we're in the place where the "uuhwaahh" originated.] OA: MY GOD, MAVERICK JUST HOISTED RRJ UP AND RAMMED HIS HEAD INTO THE NOVEMBER PAIN ENTRACE STRUCTURE!!! Crowd: I-SURASHU!!! I-SURASHU!!! I-SURASHU!!! [Maverick takes the microphone and yanks RRJ up by his hair.] Maverick: This is just the beginning, Ron. It only gets worse from here. Do yourself a favor and give it up now. Spare yourself the agony. [Maverick shoves the mike in RRJ's face.] RRJ: I...I...I... CC: Is he gonna... Male Fans: OOOHHHHHH!!!! OA: OH, A LOW BLOW BY RON JEREMY!!! [Maverick collapses on the stage and RRJ takes the mike.] RRJ: (pant) Okay Mav...now with your sweet high-pitched heavanly voice, SAY IT!! SAY "I QUEER!" [The English-speaking fans roar with laughter.] RRJ: Hey Mav, you wanna know what it feels like to get driven into a fence... [Hurls Maverick into the guardrail.] RRJ:...REPEATEDLY?! [RRJ yanks up Maverick and slams the back of his head into the guardrail...over and over.] CC: THIS IS INSANE! OA: RRJ is bringing Maverick down closer to the ring! HE WHIPS HIM RIGHT INTO THE RING APRON!!! Maverick stumbling forward...RRJ BACKDROPS HIM... *** CLANG *** OA: ...RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STAIRS!!! RRJ: Is that all you got? Seriously, Mav, is that all you got? If you say "I'll take your best shot," I swear I'm gonna stick my ass in your face! CC: RRJ is treating this like it's a big joke! He'd better start getting serious or Maverick will bowl through him like a _freight train_! OA: RRJ is tearing through Maverick like a Sunday roast! He climbs to the apron...Maverick slowly to his feet...LOOK OUT HERE HE COMES!!! Crowd: UUUUUHHHHWWWWAHHHHH!!! OA: RAZOR RON JEREMY WITH A CANNONBALL OFF THE RING APRON!!! MAVERICK IS FLATTENED AGAIN! [RRJ gets up, clutching at his head. But he still manages to bow to some of the fans, Japanese-style.] CC: That suck-up! OA: RRJ endearing himself to some of the fans here...I think they've taken a shine to him already. CC: Damn Japanese and their love for colorful characters... [RRJ begins to comiserate with the fans once more, and some of them offer him some foreign objects.] CC: What is _this_? OA: Our fans around ringside are offering RRJ an assortment of weapons! CC: These foreigners are _diabolical_! OA: "These foreigners are..." THAT IS THE MOST POLITICALLY INCORRECT THING YOU'VE EVER SAID! CC: Oh, you wait, Ambrose. I'm gonna get a _lot_ worse before the night's over! OA: Lovely. RRJ has got...a set of chopsticks? CC: What could he possibly do with those? [RRJ holds the chopsticks high in the air, then spins around and turns to Maverick, who is just standing up once again. He swings them south, pinching off Maverick's...nether reigons.] OA: RRJ HAS A TESTICULAR PINCH APPLIED WITH THOSE CHOPSTICKS! AND THESE FANS ARE _LOVING_ IT! [RRJ releases the hold and receives a small gong from one of the fans at ringside.] *** GGGOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGG *** OA: MAVERICK JUST GOT HIS SKULL CAVED IN WITH A GONG!!! [Another fan hands RRJ a box with a suspicious-looking label.] CC: Is that? OA: It's -- YES IT IS!!! RRJ (off-mic): MEEEESSS-TTTTAAAAHHH SSSPPAAAAAA-KKKLLLLEEEE!!!!! OA: IT'S A BOX OF MISTER SPARKLE DETERGENT!!! [POP-UH!!!] OA: AND MAVERICK JUST GOT A FACEFUL OF THE LUCKY BEST WASH!!! RRJ: Date - November Third. Time - 11 O'clock. Boy what a night I had. Razor Ron Jeremy sure kicked the crap outta me tonight. I should have known better than to turn my back on him at War Games. Serves my fat ass right. I was glad I bailed out of that match tonight. What kind of match was it? I forgot! Maverick: ... OA: WAIT A MINUTE!!! MAVERICK'S GOT RRJ... *** KA-BBBAAAAAAMMMMMM!!! *** Crowd: UUUUUHHHHWWWWAHHHHH!!! CC: YES!!! OA: TWISTING SPINEBUSTER SLAM RIGHT ON TOP OF THE STEEL STEPS!!! MY GOD, RRJ'S _BACK_ MIGHT BE BROKEN!!! CC: Look at him writhing in agony! [Maverick grabs the microphone from the floor.] Maverick: _SAY IT_, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! RRJ: I.......I.......... I'LL TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT!! [POP-UH!!!] OA: THAT'S NOT WHAT MAVERICK WANTED TO HEAR! CC: Check this out! OA: Maverick is...he's hoisting up those steel steps! CC: Those things weigh one hundred-fifty pounds! OA: RRJ is standing up! He has no idea what's about to hit him! *** CCCCLLLAAANNNNGGGGG!!! *** OA: JEEE-_SSUUUSSS_!!! THOSE STEPS CAUGHT RRJ RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! HE JUST _ABSORBED_ THE SHOT!!! Maverick: Come _on_, you stupid piece of crap! SAY IT!!! RRJ: hhhuggghhh....huuffff.... go to _hell_! [Maverick laughs.] Maverick: I'll be sure to save you a spot, Ron. [Maverick raises the steps high above his head again.] OA: LOOK OOOOOOUUUUUUTTTTT!!!! *** SMASH!!! *** CC: DAY-UMN! OA: MAVERICK TOOK THE STEPS STRAIGHT SOUTH AND _CRUSHED_ RRJ'S HEAD!!! CC: Maverick's _tired_ of all of RRJ's stupid games! He might have knocked him out with that shot! OA: And folks, that won't constitute a submission in this match! This ain't cheap-ass wrestling we've got here, one of these men are going to scream, "I Quit"! [Maverick picks up the limp Razor Ron Jeremy and rolls him into the ring.] CC: And for the first time tonight, this match has found its way into the ring! OA: Not quite! Maverick's still hunting under the ring for something. [AWSOMA POWA!!!] OA: IT'S A _TABLE_!!! CC: OH YEAH! MAVERICK'S GONNA PUT THAT IDIOT AWAY FOR _GOOD_!!! [Maverick slides the table into the ring and sets it up standing, close to the corner of the ring.] CC: This is gonna be _good_! I can't wait! OA: Maverick over to RRJ...a forearm! Make it two! Maverick trying to get RRJ positioned for... *** SLAP *** CC: THE GOOZLE!!! OA: MAVERICK IS GONNA CHOKESLAM THIS 280-POUND MAN THROUGH A TABLE!!! NO!!! RRJ WITH AN ELBOW! ANOTHER! HE'S FREE! RRJ DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE! Wait! A boot by Maverick! Setting RRJ up...Irish whip...RRJ reverses! Duck-under! RRJ with a boot to Maverick! *** BOOM *** OA: AND A PUMPHANDLE SLAM!!! [RRJ grabs the microphone again.] RRJ: Apansyquittersayswhat? Don't look at me like I'm retarded, what do you _think_ I said? You think I'm speaking Japanese or something? OA: This match has taken a turn for the ugly! [RRJ heads to the outside to pick up the crutch, but a fan gets his attention.] CC: What's that fan handing RRJ? OA: A PlayStation! A Sony PlayStation! [RRJ grabs the crutch from ringside and slides into the ring. The crowd starts to buzz as he places the PlayStation right between the legs of Maverick.] OA: I have a very bad feeling about this! CC: MAVERICK! WATCH OUT! [RRJ stands astride Maverick's head and raises the crutch high in the air.] *** WHOOSH *** *** CRASH *** [POP-UH!!!] OA: RAZOR RON JEREMY JUST DESTROYED THE PLAYSTATION WITH THAT CRUTCH!!! AND MAVERICK MAY HAVE TO CHANGE HIS PLANS FOR THE EVENING!!! RRJ: (pant) Ready to Quit Mav? IS THIS TOO MUCH FOR YOU?? I sure hope not, cuz what I'm doing to you tonight is three months in the making. OA: Razor Ron Jeremy seems seriously winded here. RRJ: (pant...pant) I'm in no condition to quit, Maverick. But hell, I shouldn't be in any condition to _WRESTLE_ tonight because of that whole fence thingy. (pant) Why don't we see just what kind of condition you put me in, Maverick... [After a dramatic pause, RRJ turns the mic off and hurls it into the crowd.] CC: WHAT THE HELL? OA: RRJ JUST THREW THE MICROPHONE OUT INTO THE CROWD!!! CC: He can't do that! How is this match going to end? OA: These two men are absolutely drained! CC: They've spent a half-hour literally beating the life out of one another! I'm starting to wonder if _either_ of them will give it up; this match might literally never end! OA: Maverick is stirring...he's to his knees...and up to his feet! This match _continues_, by God! CC: Here comes RRJ! OA: MAVERICK STOPS RRJ WITH A BOOT... *** BOOM *** OA: LEG-SWEEP DDT BY MAVERICK!!! Great quick strike move! CC: Maverick's headed over towards that table! That thing's been looming dangerously in the ring for a while now! OA: Maverick positioning the table near the corner...I have no idea what for! Razor Ron Jeremy starting to show life...but Maverick cuts him off with a clubbing forearm! Maverick picking up RRJ by the hair...dragging him across the ring...they're in the corner now...AND MAVERICK IS CLIMBING THE ROPES! CC: I know what we're gonna see! Maverick's gonna deliver Ground Zero through the table! OA: Dear Lord, that will be _devastating_! 600 pounds coming crashing down through the table and into the mat...NO! Male Fans: OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OA: LOW BLOW!!! LOW BLOW BY RAZOR RON JEREMY!!! CC: Jesus! How is he even still _alive_ at this point?!? OA: RRJ is climbing the turnbuckle...Maverick is seated at the top! RRJ WITH A FULL NELSON!!! [SUP-AH POWA!!!] CC: OH NO!!! OA: THE DOUBLE-R JAY HAS MAVERICK CINCHED UP!!! HE.... . . . . . . ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ o o o o o o o [Amazed Japanese men] *** KKEEEEEEEEE-RRRRRRAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!! *** OA: HEDGEHOG!!! RRJ HIT THE HEDGEHOG THROUGH THE TABLE!!! CC: AND HE'S NOT DONE!!! [RRJ painfully grabs the molding strip of the table (the plastic part on the outside edge), which has been jarred loose by the table shattering. He takes a length of it and positions himself behind Maverick. RRJ wraps the strip around the head of Maverick and cranks back in a modified Canadian Crossface.] [Sick groans and female screams from the audience.] OA: MY GOD, HIS EYES!!! RRJ IS DIGGING THAT SHARP STRIP OF PLASTIC RIGHT INTO THE EYES OF MAVERICK!!! CC: MAVERICK!!! GIVE IT UP....NOW!!! [Maverick bellows like a beast. He doesn't need the microphone.] Maverick: I ... I ... AAAAAAHHHHH .... I ... ... QUIT!!! I QUIT!!! YES, I QUIT!!! OA: THERE IT IS!!! (( DING DING DING! )) FRANCINE: Here is your winner... [Sublime's "Date Rape" begins to play.] ...AND _NNNNEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW_ IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... ... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! ! ! OA: CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE SEEN?!? ONE OF THE MOST INCREDIBLE WARS IN IWF/WOW HISTORY, AND WE'VE GOT A _NEW_ INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!! CC: I didn't think he had it in him, Owen. But forget all the jokes; forget all the insults. RRJ has _earned_ this title here tonight! [Maverick has recovered and snatches the belt out of Geoff Cartwright's hands.] OA: HEY! Maverick has the IC Title! CC: He's gonna blast RRJ in the face and RRJ doesn't even see it coming! [RRJ spins around and catches Maverick staring him down, belt in hand. Maverick looks at the belt, folds it up, and hands it over to RRJ.] OA: Well whaddaya think about _that_? [Maverick takes the microphone from Francine.] MAVERICK: Ron, you and I have gone the distance a second time tonight. Once again, we have given something for the people of Japan and the fans of the I Dub something by which to remember us. Tonight, you have earned something that I am not eager to give away, my respect. Razor Ron Jeremy, not only do I respect you, but I consider you a friend. [Maverick walks over and extends his hand towards Ron. Ron looks to the fans for approval and they are hesitant to give it. But Ron Jeremy extends his hand and the two men shake hands. Maverick holds Ron's hand in the air in a victory symbol.] OA: Imagine that! Maverick displaying an incredible amount of sportmanship! These two have been through one of the most physically and emotionally trying battles we have ever seen! And congratulations to both men for their effort! CC: Maverick will be back to challenge RRJ in due time; you can bet on it! ========================= NOVEMBER PAIN CONCLUDES IN HOUR 3! ========================= OA: Alright, Cordell. It's time for match one of the Triple Main Event. And this can be a main event anywhere in the world, at any time. CC: It's fitting that we're in Japan, and this is no holds barred. These people have seen blood, but I'm not sure that _any_ one match will be able to live up to this one after it's done. I'm expecting a _lot_ from this one, Owen. And remember - Matthew Reason is not treating this like any other match. We've seen the buildup here. These men have _never fought_ each other. And Reason has been salivating this whole time, he wants to _end_ Gunnar's career tonight! OA: What about Gunnar 'Grizzly' Gaines? He wants to _kill_ Reason, but he hasn't wrestled a match for _years_, Cordell! And what a come-out-of-retirement match this is, I ... hey! What's that chair at ringside? CC: That's a La-Z-Boy Owen, get it right! Pan in on that thing, cameraman, because I have a feeling I know what's it doing there. [Camera zooms in on the chair. Sign reads 'Rick Baptist'] OA: Ah, the Rick Baptist interlogue. What exactly _does_ Reason want with the former EWA president? I almost feel sorry for Rick. He's tried incessantly to escape from Reason's grasp, and never gets away. What's his connection, Cordell? CC: [throws up hands] No idea, but if I were Rick, I'd come sit in the damn chair. OA: So many sagas in this one, I don't know where to start or end! Let's go to Francine and start this thing! ]=========[NO HOLDS BARRED]========[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines vs. Matthew Reason ]====================[Writer: Rick FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen! This is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH ... CROWD - Hizzzzzzzzzzz-ah! Hizzzzzzzzzzzz-ah! FRANCINE: scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ... RICK BAPTIST! [Baptist comes through the curtains with no ring music, as a chorus of both boos and cheers shine through the audience] OA: The EWA reached extreme proportions at its height of popularity, you have to wonder how many of these people actually got to enjoy it. CC: Well, we saw the new champ crowned tonight. Not sure how excited Rick can be about Mack being champ, but hey! Gunnar was the champ once! OA: Please, Cordell. The I Slash will _finally_ have a chance to see the glory of one Gunnar Gaines tonight. [Rick spots the chair at ringside, and tentatively sits down. He looks like he's gonna pee his pants] [The opening riff of "Bad to the Bone" by George Thorogood and the Destroyers rings out through the arena, drawing a pop from the crowd!] [On the I Sore: Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines pummels a hapless victim in the corner.] [The riff plays] [On the I Sore: Gunnar spews a plume of wood grain alcohol into the air!] [The riff plays, and the song kicks into gear.] [On the I Sore: As the slide guitar solos, we see sequential shots of Gunnar staring down RRJ's revving Honda Accord, Gunnar slamming the late Silencer onto a Burger King grill, Gunnar pulling Nate McMannis off of RRJ, a low angle shot of Gunnar coming down on a victim (and us) with a Grizzly Splash off the top, Gunnar nailing a Grizzly Slam off the top rope through tables on Caleb Temple, and Gunnar putting "Epic" Eric Travers through a table with a Grizzly Slam.] FRANCINE: Introducing first, he stands six feet five inches tall, he weighs 357 pounds, and he is a member of the legendary Gaines Family! Now entering the arena, hailing from Fairbanks, Alaska, here is "The Baddest Thang Running" ... ... G U N N A R "G R I Z Z L Y" G A I N E S ! ! ! ! ! ## On the day I was born ## They all gathered round ## They gazed at the wide window ## At the joy they had found ## The head nurse spoke up ## Said "leave this one alone" ## She could tell right away ## That I was bad to the bone ## Bad to the Bone ## Bad to the Bone ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## Bad to the Bone OA: No Gunnar Gaines yet, folks! I'd imagine he'd come out sometime before the end of his song, you would think. CC: I'll wait for one more chorus before I start my 'CHICKEN!' chant, okay? OA: Deal. ## Bad to the Bone ## Bad to the Bone ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## Bad to the Bone [No Gunnar] OA: [sigh] Alright, Cordell. CC: C-c-c-c-chicken! C-c-c-c-chicken! C-c-c-c ... OA: ENOUGH! What the hell's wrong with you? CC: He's not here, Owen! Gunnar is NOT in Japan! God, I'd have _hated_ to pay the $39.95 for this! Hahah! ##I know the pieces fit ## OA: OH NO! HERE HE COMES! AND WHERE'S HIS OPPONENT? FRANCINE: Introducing ... from Toronto Ontario, Canada ... "History's Next Derranged Mind" ... ... M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! ! ! ##cuz I watched them fall away## ##Mildewed and smoldering## ##Fundamental differing## ##Pure intention just exposed## ##will set two lovers souls in motion## ##Disintegrating as it goes## ##testing our communication## ##The light that fueled our fire## ##then has burned a hole between us so## ##We cannot see to reach an end## ##crippling our communication## [With this out comes the Resident Psycho, Matthew Reason. Reason walks out wearing a black t-shirt which reads "Why do you Hate me?" in red blood letters, on the back "Tell me the Reason." He looks more morbid than usual, almost excited to come to the ring] OA: Here he comes! Reason is approaching the ring, and he's stopped at Baptist's chair. [He stops by Baptist and looks thoughtfully at him, winking with a sick smile. Rick's face genuinely looks disturbed. Reasoncontinues to mouth off at him, until ...] OA: Hey! Wait-a-minute! Some woman has jumped the barricade ... that's ... HEY! THAT'S CHERYL GAINES! CC: What the hell is Gunnar's wife doing here? Reason recognizes her immediately! Gunnar said he didn't mind putting her in bad situations! That devil! OA: Reason's approaching Cheryl, and oh God! Where is Gunnar? Why would he allow this to happen? What is .. [The crowd erupts in unison] OA ... HEEEEEY! MY GOD! [The man, Gunnar Gaines, rolls out from the bottom of the ring. He explodes with fists onto Reason as the crowd erupts in a frenzy] OA: HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO CORDELL! GUNNAR GAINES AND MATTHEW REASON IS FINALLY HAPPENING! CC: No Holds Barred, Owen! NONE! And Gunnar continues to level him with those fists! OA: Now Reason fighting back ... they're rolling on the aisleway, ladies and gentlemen! These two have itched for MONTHS to fight, and now they're here in Japan! This is what we've been waiting for! And Cheryl looks OVERLY pleased! CC: Man. If this were a porn, I'd have to say Reason's getting slammed. OA: What? If you're trying to say that Gunnar is winning this aisleway brawl, you're right ... Reason is getting pounded for sure! CC: You could say that, too. OA: [laughs] Okay, sicko. [CLANG!] Gunnar launches him into the ringside steps now! [CLANG!] Again! Reason getting his just-due, finally! He's harrassed this family enough! This is for Geezer, Gunnar! CC: Old men don't belong in wrestling, Owen. Including you. OA: [ignoring him] Gunnar's _finally_ pushed Reason into the ring ... what's he grabbing underneath the ring? Good ... what _is_ that? CC: A COAL MINER'S GLOVE! I haven't seen one of those in a match for a long time, Owen! And this Japanese crowd is just _loving_ the sight of it! Man, that thing does _damage_ with a capital 'd' Owen. It's heavy. It's studded. It's b-b-b-b-bad. OA: Lord, Gunnar's in the ring. (( DING DING! )) OA: This is finally an official match, and Reason is already down! WATCH OUT! GUNNAR WITH THAT GLOVE! CROWD - Hizzzzzzzzzzzzah! Hizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzah! [Several women are overheard shouting 'Gun-nar! Gun-nar!' in a shrieking voice] OA: Gunnar has laid waste to Reason in a matter of minutes here! MORE SHOTS WITH THAT GLOVE! My God, Reason isn't moving, and it's been less than FIVE MINUTES here! This blood feud is turning ... CC: BLOOD! BLOOD! I see it! Reason is busted WIDE open! OA: Lord, blood in five minutes. And Gunnar is _not_ stopping! This glove is being _soaked_ in Reason's blood at this point! And Reason hasn't taken a turn of offense yet on Gunnar Gaines! I'm not sure what to make of this match yet! Reason looks to be through a war here! ANOTHER SHOT! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! CC: You notice - no pinfall attempts yet. Gunnar's not halfway done, Owen. You don't mess with the Gaines family, even _I_ know that. OA: Gaines is not showing any sympathy here ... he picks up Matthew Reason! Reason's face is cut in _several_ places, not exactly sure where the most blood is coming from here but this is horrid. Gunnar shoves Reason into the ropes ... he returns in some sort of stupor! ANOTHER SHOT WITH THE GLOVE! AND GUNNAR SCALES THE ROPES TO A _LOUD_ RESPONSE! CROWD - GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! OA: He turns to face Reason lying in the ring! LORD! IS HE FLYING? <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: THIS IS A BIG DOME! AND _EVERYONE_ SAW THE GRIZZLY SPLASH IN FULL VIEW! COVER! 1! 2! 3! NO! OA: No! So sorry! This is _not_ over! I thought Gunnar got that count! Reason _must_ have kicked out from instinct! That was a 300-pound man jumping with FULL FORCE onto the prone Reason! And, oh my ... CC: Coal miner's gloves do the trick, Owen. That splash seemed to just squeeze it out of Reason. OA: Reason is bleeding to the point of a _deep_ red, ladies and gentlemen. And Gunnar immediately going again to the forehead! ANOTHER! He's looking to straight pound Reason's skull off! Lord! [Gunnar stops suddenly, and slides outside. He blows a kiss to Cheryl and looks underneath the ring] CC: What a guy, he still is thinking about his wife as he beats a guy's face in. Great. OA: Who knows what Gunnar's looking for now, but I wouldn't think you would need much more to ... [CROWD EXPLODES! IT'S DEAFENING IN HERE!] OA & CC: Barbed wire. CROWD - GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR! OA: He's wrapping it around the coal miner's glove! My goodness! What a weapon! That's better than any chair or device in this building! Pure destruction! CC: I'm not sure I've ever _seen_ that combination, Owen! Just imagine ... OA: We don't have to imagine it now! Gunnar's going straight to Reason's face with it! HOLY COW! WAS THAT A TOOTH THAT WENT FLYING?! Reason slumps to the canvas! The referee's mouth even tweaked a little watching that! And wait .. GUNNAR'S ON TOP OF HIM! HE'S _OBLITERATING_ MATTHEW REASON TONIGHT! NOVEMBER PAIN IS MORE THAN PAIN FOR REASON! HE'S ... CC: ... OA: Lord ... Reason's not moving. Cordell, Gunnar's still hitting him with that wire, but I'm not sure that ... CC: ... it sounds like ... punching frozen meat ... [Camera pans to Rick Baptist watching the scene, in complete disgust. He holds his hand up to block the bloody view] OA: My goodness ... Gunnar has _destroyed_ Matthew Reason. [Gunnar finally stands up, his barbed wire glove dripping with Reason's blood. The crowd still cheers his name, but to a lesser extent. Most of us are just in awe at this point] [Reason lays still on the canvas] OA: My goodness ... without a single cut on him, Gunnar Gaines has annihilated Matthew Reason tonight. Absolute domination, and God ... look at Reason. CC: If ever the 'crimson mask' phrase was used ... OA: This is sick, I ... I can't hardly see any of his features now, as disgusting as they once were. It's like his skin has turned red, man! Is he _BREATHING?_ CC: And just think! This has just been a solid onslaught, a straight-up beating from one man to another! That's all this has been! It hasn'e even been entertaining! This is just one man fighting another to the death! OA: Gunnar slips down for a cover! This is elementary. 1 2 NO! OA: ... I'm at a loss for words. Reason has nudged just enough to remove a shoulder from the mat. Is that a look of frustration on Gunnar's face? CC: He's beaten the man to a pulp, Owen! I'm no Reason fan ... who is? ... but his endurance is incredible! This has been a blood-bath to end all! OA: He signals to the ref to count once more! 1 2 Thr ...... NO! OA: Man. Gunnar throws down the glove now! He picks up Reason ... _there's_ a clothesline! And now hooking his leg over ... what _kind_ of release suplex was that, Cordell? Reason _flew_ across the ring! CC: A WRESTLING ____MOVE!____ HOLY SWEET GEEZER BALLS! I never thought I'd see one. OA: Geezer balls? [grunt] Cordell, Gunnar's still showing a face of determination. And here's Reason moving? Slow, methodically, and Gunnar watches him slink out of the ring. He's outside the ring, and _right in front_ of Rick Baptist! What is Rick thinking right now? CC: Probably wondering why he had to be subjected to watching this ass-kicking. We're close enough to this action, and we see this all the time! OA: Gunnar coming outside ... HEY! LEGSWEEP! GUNNAR FALLS! [Reason stirs a bit on the ground, and his face shows a slight grin. As Gunnar falls to the ground and hits his head, Reason uses the guardrail to stand, and pulls out a small cord from his pants] OA: THERE'S THE FISHING LINE! THE FISHING LINE! GUNNAR HASN'T SEEN IT YET! [Reason goes to wrap the thin line around Gunnar's huge neck, but Gunnar immediately suspects it and reaches upward] OA: Has he got it on? No! Gunnar has blocked it! Reason is screaming! He wants to choke Gunnar Gaines! Look at Reason's face! Every time he opens his mouth a gallon of blood rushes in! I hope you viewer's are not faint of heart! This is disgusting! This is ... CC: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT! OA: NO! CC: YES! IT'S ON! IT'S ON! OA: NO! IT'S _BROKEN!_ THE LINE FALLS TO THE GROUND OUTSIDE! HOW DID GUNNAR DO THAT? [CLANG!] OA: And now Reason's up against the ringside fence! [A side replay zooms to the shot of the fishing line breaking - Gunnar Gaines bit into it! The line falls and Gaines is unharmed] OA: AMAZING! Gunnar _bit through_ the fishing line, Cordell! What brains! CC: Luck. OA: And now they're outside again ... OH MY! Reason over the guardrail! CC: Gunnar's been passed a broomstick from one of these fans! Asians like it _hardcore!_ ## THWAK! ## ## THWAK! ## ## THWAK! ## OA: TO THE HEAD OF REASON! MATTHEW REASON FALLS INTO THIS CROWD! [Reason falls slowly to the ground, and uses a fan's shirt to wipe his eyes. The shirt _immediately_ turns red, to the horror of the woman] CC: My God, did you see that chick? Her life will never be the same. OA: Lord no, and ... they're heading to the south of this huge structure! Matthew Reason and Gunnar 'Grizzly' Gaines have fought two different battles tonight! Gaines has barely been _touched!_ And Reason looks to have gone through a food processor! These two fighting through the crowd now! Reason's picked up a chair and thrown it! He misses! There goes another one! Watch out! [Camera zooms in close on Reason] OA: There's another chair! ## CRACK!!! ## OA: And _that_ was Gunnar's skull! Gunnar is down! And Reason ... what's that? CC: A BEVERAGE CART! ## CRASH!! ## OA: He tips that over on Gaines! And now Reason .. Reason is _RUNNING!_ CC: He's running for his _life_ Owen! OA: Can he see? That blood running down him like a faucet, and he takes off toward the ring. The crowd actually _opens_ at the sight of Matthew Reason! Who would want to get _close_ to that ... thing? Reason crawls inside the ring and points to Rick! He's ... SMILING? AFTER ALL OF THIS? REASON __SMILES?__ CC: Maybe this is what he wants after all, Owen. I get the feeling here that Rick is his outlet, maybe the person _he'd_ actually like to be, watching this carnage. Maybe he's happy for Rick. OA: Wow, I can't even touch that one. Gunnar is heading this way! And Reason is still in the ring trying to catch his breath, and maybe trying to stop the bleeding! CC: No way to stop it now! OA: Gaines in the ring! CROWD - Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh! CC: LOW BLOW! GUNNAR DOWN! WHOOO! OA: Reason stands! My Lord! He lifts Gunnar up ... SAMBO SUPLEX INTO THE ROPES! GUNNAR FLIES TO THE CONCRETE OUTSIDE! CC: AMAZING! OA: Reason's got some sort of fourth wind! We all knew Reason could fight! But this man is an _athlete_ beyond! He's coming out toward that chair ... oh no! He's got his hands on Rick now! [Reason barks out commands to Rick as blood flies everywhere as he talks. Rick wipes his face and falls to the right. Reason grabs the chair and reaches underneath the padding] OA: ... CC: THAT'S THE BARBED WIRE NOOSE! I HEARD REASON MENTION SOMETHING ABOUT THAT! HE'S GONNA HANG GUNNAR, OWEN! HE'S GONNA HANG 'IM! OA: Well, the fishing line was foiled but it's going to be hard to snap this one with your teeth! Gunnar Gaines is in trouble ladies and gentlemen! He's still outside to the left of us! AND HERE COMES REASON! CC: REASON IS TRYING TO STUFF THAT NOOSE ON HIM! LORD! OA: HE'S ... HE'S GOT IT ON! HE'S SLIPPED IT ON! NO, HAS HE? WAITAMINUTE! GUNNAR HAS REACHED DOWN ... THAT'S THE COAL MINER'S GLOVE! HE WHACKS REASON IN THE HEAD WITH IT! REASON'S AGAINST THE RAILING! THAT NOOSE FLIES UP IN THE AIR! AND ... GUNNAR HAS GOT THE NOOSE! CC: Poor Matthew ... OA: GAINES SLAPS THE NOOSE ON REASON! HE GRABS THAT ROPE AND THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE RING! NO! NO! YOU _CAN'T_ HANG REASON LIKE THIS! CAN A MAN LIVE BEING CHOKED WITH A _BARBED-WIRE NOOSE?!_ GROTESQUE! CC: ... OA: This crowd is in a frenzy! Reason tugging at the noose for dear life! And now he climbs onto the apron! HE DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HIT GAINES! WHAT AN ESCAPE! GAINES TO THE OPPOSITE ROPES, AND REASON GETS THE NOOSE OFF! CC: Look at Reason's face and neck. Crimson ... everywhere ... OA: Reason hid that noose in Rick's chair, is that the reason Rick is here? To conceal some item of destruction? Are there more weapons in there? CC: OWEN! FORGET ABOUT THE FRICKING CHAIR! REASON'S GONNA _DIE_ TONIGHT! HE'S LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD! OA: YOU THINK I CARE? THAT MAN HAS CAUSED _NOTHING_ BUT HELL FOR GUNNAR GAINES! FOR _TONS_ OF I SLASH SUPERSTARS! LET HIM SUFFER A LITTLE BIT, DAMNIT! CC: ... OA: Gaines up ... HE'S GOT AHOLD OF HIS THROAT! GRIZZLY SLAM! GRIZZLY SLAM! THIS IS IT! THIS IS .. [Reason slips out of the hold ...] CC: What the ... how? OA: Reason's blood has actually WORKED to his advantage! He slipped out of Gunnar's grasp! [BAM!] REASON DUCKED AND DELIVERED A BALDO BOMB! GUNNAR DOWN AGAIN FOR A RARE MOMENT! CC: Reason's getting up! OA: He is! Reason is on his feet! Listen to these catcalls! The bloody Reason can hardly _SEE_ through his mask of red! He bends down to pick up Gunnar ... WAITAMINUTE! HE'S PUTTING HIM BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE'S MAKING THE SIGNAL! CC: REASONABLE FORCE! REASONABLE FORCE! OA: HE'S LIFTED HIM UP FOR IT! HE GOT IT!! HE GOT THE REASONABLE FORCE POWERBOMB! REASON FALLS ON GAINES! 1 2 NO!! NO NO NO NO! GUNNAR KICKED OUT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE SECOND COUNT CAME DOWN! CC: That was Reason's first pin _attempt_, Owen! Looks like he's gaining some strength here! OA: And look at this ... HE'S SETTING HIM UP FOR ANOTHER ONE! REASONABLE FORCE AGAIN? IS IT POSSIBLE? [Reason goes to lift Gunnar again, but can't. He tries a second time, and Gunnar tosses him overhead. The crowd cheers] OA: GUNNAR GETS OUT OF IT! AND HE'S SHAKING HIS HEAD NOW! IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S READY FOR ANOTHER TRY! GRIZZLY SLAM ACTION! GRIZZLY SLAM! CC: This time you gotta think he has it, Owen! OA: HE'S GOT HIS HAND AROUND REASON'S NECK! HERE HE GOES FOR THE RIDE! [The crowd bursts into talk as a young girl trots down the aisleway] CC: SAMANTHA BEVINS! SAMANTHA BEVINS! OA: HEY! THAT CHICK OBSESSED WITH REASON'S IS RUNNING TO THE RING ... WITH A __BASEBALL BAT?!__ HEY! REFEREE! [Samantha climbs on the apron and goes to swing at Gunnar, who has his back turned ready for the chokeslam. Suddenly ..] CC: WHOA! OA: GOOD LORD! CHERYL GAINES JUST PULLED SAMANTHA OFF THE APRON! THE BAT GOES FLYING! AND SHE TOSSES HER INSIDE! CC: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!! [The crowd is going bananas] OA: THESE TWO WOMEN ARE GOING CRAZY! AND CHERYL ... SHE'S GOT SOMETHING! THAT'S ... THAT'S __FISHING LINE!!__ SHE'S WRAPPED IT AROUND THE NECK OF SAMANTHA BEVINS! SHE'S CHOKING BEVINS OUT! AND GAINES JUST WATCHES WITH REASON IN HIS GRASP! CC: SHE LIKES IT, OWEN! I'M TELLING YOU, SHE LIKES IT! OA: GUNNAR BACK TO BUSINESS! HE RAISES HIS ARM! _____GRIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZY SLAM!!_____ 1 2 [ ... Silence] OA: ... CC: ... [The ref, who was counting on the side opposite from us, has disappeared. The crowd is STUNNED] OA: What happened? What ... CC: Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod ... OA: WHO JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING? THAT'S NOT ... OA: ... RICK BAPTIST?!?! CC: Rick Baptist just saved Matthew Reason ... Owen ... this _couldn't_ mean ... OA: RICK BAPTIST IS IN THE RING! GAINES IS IN SHOCK! AND ... WHAT? HE _JUMPS_ ON GAINES' BACK! HE'S GOT A CLOTH! LORD NO! THAT _CAN'T_ BE CHLOROFORM, IS IT?!?! CORDELL?! CC: ... OA: GUNNAR IS FIGHTING THIS! CHERYL IS STILL TUSSLING WITH SAMANTHA OUTSIDE! WHAT HAS BAPTIST DONE! __WHAT HAS HE DONE??__ REASON HAS POISONED BAPTIST'S MIND TOO! LORD NO! CC: Reason got to Baptist. Holy fricking sh ... I _never_ saw it coming, Owen. OA: GUNNAR IS TRYING TO FIGHT THIS, BUT IT'S USELESS NOW! WAIT! [THE CROWD ________ERUPTS!!!!_______] OA: ... IT'S LARRY GAINES! GUNNAR'S DAD COMING DOWN TO RINGSIDE! RICK SEES HIM COMING AND HIGH-TAILS IT OUT OF THERE! LARRY'S CATCHING UP! CC: Look at Larry go! He's chased Rick right out of the ring! Larry's getting 'im some! Get him, you old dawg! OA: Rick's out of the picture! Samantha is out of the picture! AND GUNNAR GAINES IS DOWN TO ONE KNEE! He's trying to shake the affects of that cloth of Chloroform off ... geez, the smell is HORRID ... NO! REASON IS UP IN THE RING! HE'S COMING AROUND FROM THE GRIZZLY SLAM! __WHERE THE HELL IS THE REFEREE?__ CC: I can't believe Baptist did it ... OA: CORDELL! _REASON HAS THE CLOTH!_ NO! HE'S PUSHED GUNNAR TO THE CANVAS! HE'S BLOCKING GUNNAR'S AIR WITH THAT DAMNED CLOTH! NO! NO! REASON IS RESTING ON THE SHOULDERS OF GUNNAR, HOLDING THAT CLOTH DOWN TIGHT! GUNNAR'S NOT MOVING! CC: Owen ... this is a cover ... OA: THE REFEREE IS COUNTING! DON'T LET THIS END LIKE THIS! GUNNAR'S FIRST MATCH BACK! 1 OA: NOT LIKE THIS! NO! 2 CC: THIS IS IT! THE UPSET OF THE _CENTURY!_ 3!! (( DING DING DING! )) [The crowd _ERUPTS_ for what they just saw] OA: Oh, God. FRANCINE - Here is your winner ... ["Schism" by Tool erupts.] ... M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! ! ! [Reason slumps to the canvas and remains still alongside Gunnar] OA: Cordell, this _cannot_ be happening. Matthew Reason certainly could _not_ have beaten Gunnar Gaines?! It's not possible! He was _DESTROYED_ tonight! I don't think he can SEE through that blood! CC: Larry is just getting off of Baptist and hearing the news. Look at Larry and Cheryl. They look _devastated_. This is huge, Owen. OA: I think they're more concerned with Gunnar's condition right now, Cordell! That cloth was on him for a _very_ long time ... CC: Gunnar just wasn't prepared enough, Owen. He had Larry and Cheryl on his side, but Reason had Samantha Bevins ... but I still don't get it. Rick Baptist and Matthew Reason? Reason was never in the EWA! They hardly know each other. OA: This has nothing to do with the EWA, Cordell. Reason captured Rick's attention long ago. Matthew provided the chair for Rick tonight. Either they planned this out in advance, or Rick suddenly realized what he had here. God ... didn't Nelson just sign over the booking reigns to Rick tonight for the EWA championship? CC: ... he did. OA: For all of this fight, it was Gunnar Gaines. But in the end, Gunnar was just _not_ prepared enough. I _never_ saw this coming, Cordell. CC: Biggest win of Reason's career, bar none. OA: As Samantha collects the troops, let's talk a little bit about what we're about to see. What could very well be our main event! It's Justin Arcola's farewell match, Cordell. He will step inside that ring one last time tonight with Trevor Storm, and both men know the risks. CC: It's a touchy subject, Owen, but we all know it. We all must face the fact that Justin Arcola is a dying man. He's infected with the HIV virus, and he's participating in a match that shouldn't even be happening. Now I'm all for fond farewells, but this ... this is dangerous. OA: Indeed, we run the risk of Trevor Storm and Justin Arcola's blood mingling here tonight, but it's a risk both of them seem willing to take. Their hatred for one another is THAT strong, especially after what Trevor Storm did to one, Angel Ramirez. Justin Arcola's partner. Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves. ]=========[FIRST BLOOD]========[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | Justin Arcola vs. "The Revolution" Trevor Storm ]====================[Writer: Nelson FRANCINE: The following contest is a __ FIRST BLOOD MATCH __!! [BLOODTHIRSTY POP!!!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... [LIGHTS OUT!] [GASP!] [Chugging guitar rifts rumble through a first solo series, followed by a horrifying organ backgroud. The I-Sore zigs and zags through a graveyard full of open graves, some of them on fire, all of the stones demolished, in crumbles beside dead bodies.] [The demanding rift backed by demolic organ keys filters in chanting monks, bellowing their message backwards. The I-Sore becomes a terrofying image, the gangerous bodies begin to twitch, moments before they ignite. Fire engulfs the massive I-Sore screen.] [A vortex of fire begins twisting and turning on the I-Sore, us watching having first row seats. Flames shoot this way and that, licking the image from top to bottom. In the distance a dark spot grows, grows larger until..... [The crowd can read it......we can read it.] " Something Wicked This Way Comes" [The entire stage erupts with fire and the lights return, standing at the top, draped in a black trench coat, his black locks trembling down the side of his face, covering a face meant for Lucifer himself.] [A bass drum begins to violently beat, the guitar becoming fierce, the whole sound growing with intensity.] FRANCINE: Making his way down the aisle ... hailing from Greensboro, North Carolina ... standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds ... [His eyes slowly lift, gleaming from beneath his hair.] ... "T H E R E V O L U T I O N" ... T R E V O R S T O R M ! ! ! ! ! [Storm begins his decsent to the ring. Each step sounding a reminder, each clad boot falling hard on the metal rampway. The crowd jeers, the crowd boos, the crowd cusses, but Storm's eyes are up, locked on the ring, his face.] OA: TREVOR STORM'S FACE CARVED WITH STONE! [Indeed. He climbs into the ring, the powerful melody, entitled "Symposium of Sickness" dies, fading out with an echoing organ scale. Trevor spins around facing the curtains, drops the coat and waits.] OA: Wow. CC: The man is ready, Owen. He is PRIMED. Just read his face. Trevor Storm knows he will be the last man Justin Arcola steps in the ring with, and he wants to make it count, _even_ if it kills him! FRANCINE: And his opponent ... [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.] [HISTORICAL, OFF THE CHARTS POP!!!!!!!!] OA: Here he comes! Mark this date on your calanders, ladies and gentlemen! Etch it into your memories! Justin Arcola is about to walk that aisle _one_ ... _last_ ... _time_! FRANCINE: Coming down the aisle, from Rochester, New York, standing 6 feet, 3 inches tall and weighing in at 252 pounds ... ... 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 ... ] [Storm calmly climbs out to the apron, his eyes fixated on the aisle.] OA: Someone keep an eye on him. [He descends the ring stairs, and as Justin Arcola stops mid-way down the aisle, Storm bolts directly toward him.] OA: IT'S ABOUT TO ERUPT!! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] [35,832 fans mark the hell out as Storm and Arcola collide on the ramp, slamming their fists simultaneously into each other's skull!] OA: ALL _HELL_ HAS BROKEN LOOSE IN THE AISLE!! CC: At this tempo it's gonna be a bloodbath!! [The fight, and that's what it unmistakeably is, gravitates toward the ring.] OA: Arcola staggers Trevor with malicious right hands! Two handfuls of hair, and HE HEADBUTTS HIM straight in the mush! [Storm cups his nose, and for a moment, we believe this one might already be over.] CC: Is he bleeding already!? Is his nose bleeding!? OA: No! It was a reflex! CC: Well the sooner this ends, the better! [Justin pins him against the ring apron with a front facelock and strikes his abdomen with several gruesome knee-lifts.] OA: Action pours into the ring! (( DING DING! )) OA: Irish whip! Storm reverses! Arcola bobs under a yakuza kick! Trevor turns, and Arcola bear hugs his entire body, pinning his arms against his sides! [But only for a moment. Storm EXPLODES out of the vice before Arcola can hit one of his trademark suplexes.] OA: Storm kicks Justin in the bread box! [Storm intentionally falls flat on his back and throws up an uppercut. As Justin's torso straightens out, Storm sweeps his legs off the canvas.] CC: Get on him Trevor! OPEN HIM UP! [He drapes himself over Arcola and unloads.] OA: Storm is all over the pride of the I-Slash, and make no mistake about it, those fists are meant to draw blood! POWERFUL connections! [Trevor pulls him up by two hands of hair and drags him toward corner.] OA: STORM HEAVES HIM OVER THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST!! [But Justin is sound enough at this point to rock his body sideways, avert the post, and instead tumble over the top rope, down the ring stairs, and to the floor.] "UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!" OA: OH NO! Arcola sacrificed his BODY rather than risk tearing his flesh! CC: Maybe he _should've_ taken that risk and the post! He's a sitting duck right now! OA: Storm makes the trip outside the ring. [He towers over Arcola, who's reclined against one side of the steps.] (( __ BONG __!! )) (( __ BONG __!! )) (( __ BONG __!! )) OA: No, ladies and gentlemen, Wade Thompson is NOT on his way out here! That was the sound of Trevor Storm slamming the back of Arcola's skull against cold, merciless steel! CC: The strange thing is that the sound was coming from Arcola's HEAD, not the steps! OA: Cordell! CC: Look at Arcola's eyes, Owen! They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and Arcola's WARY! They look TIRED! They look BEATEN! (( __ BONG __!! )) (( THUD! )) OA: GOURDBUSTER! RIGHT ON THE TOP STEP! [Arcola hits each step slowly on his way back to the floor. Trevor props a foot on the back of his head and raises his fists in the air.] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" OA: Storm, adding unecessary insult to injury. Look out now! He's gonna post Arcola's face! HE'S GONNA END HIS CAREER RIGHT HERE! [POP!!] OA: _NO_!! Arcola blocks the momentum with his foot against the apron! STORM SPINS AND MISSES A CLOTHESLINE! (( __ THUD __!! )) [POP!!!] OA: ARCOLA HITS A RELEASE GERMAN!! RIGHT ON THE FLOOR!! CC: That move just WILTED Trevor Storm! OA: Justin pulls a chair out of the crowd! One of his fans just gave up their seat! (( __ BANG __!! )) OA: HE BURIES IT IN TREVOR'S ABDOMEN!! (( __ BANG __!! )) (( __ BANG __!! )) CC: Hit him in the _face_, Rainbow Brite! OA: Arcola is unexplainably, at least for the time being, concentrating his assault on Trevor Storm's mid-section! CC: You know, as Justin stomps him about the ribs here, it dawns on me that he just MIGHT BE trying to save Trevor's life here while still extracting revenge! OA: Care to elaborate? CC: I believe Justin's trying to make Storm bleed INTERNALLY! If he can get him to puke up a little blood, this match is over, and there are no open wounds! In which case, Arcola's doing this the HARD WAY! [Justin unfolds the chair and sits it about a foot away. He then picks up Storm into a fireman's carry, facing the chair.] OA: That's a STRONG theory, Cordell, and if anyone would take those kinds of precautions for another human being, no matter how much he hates him, it would be Justin Arcola! CC: I commend the effort, but I think he's trying to walk and chew gum at the same time here! He can't expect to win this while trying to hurt and protect Storm at the same time! [Arcola heaves Storm over his head and drops him.] (( CRUNK!! )) (( SCRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPE!! )) OA: GUTBUSTER THROUGH THE CHAIR!! And my God, you're right, Cordell! You're absolutely right! This is Arcola's strategy! Make Storm bleed internally! CC: If he accomplishes that, it could have a lasting effect on Storm! It won't kill him, but it'll make life VERY painful for that young man! OA: Most of this fight has journeyed outside and around the ring, and Arcola shows zero interest in straying from that course. Going for a backdrop. TOO MUCH MOMENTUM! Storm lands on his feet behind him! There's a backdrop of his own, but this time ARCOLA goes with the flow! (( CLANG!! )) "GASP!!" OA: AND GETS HUNG OUT TO DRY ON THE RAILING! CC: There wasn't enough room to land! OA: Trevor Storm immediately suplexes him back into the ringside area! [Storm approaches the timekeeper's table, throws him out of his chair for the hell of it, and steals the bell.] OA: This could do it! If Storm uses that it'll RIP Arcola right open! And here comes the attempt! [The bell, spearheading the force of Storm, comes straight toward Justin's face.] (( __ DING __!! )) OA: __MISSED__!! ARCOLA DUCKED AND STORM HIT THE POST!! CC: He dropped the bell! His hands are SCREAMING! OA: ARCOLA KNEES HIM IN THE BACK, AND STORM BITES THE STEEL! CC: No blood! OA: And Justin knees Storm in the kidneys! Again! And again! He scoops him up across his chest ... AND RAMS THOSE KIDNEYS INTO THE POST! Followed by a rib-breaker across the knee! Nice chain of wrestling by Arcola! He tows Storm back across the floor-- (( __ BONG __!! )) "UUUUUUUHHH!!!" OA: STORM DIVES HEAD FIRST INTO THE STAIRS! Arcola dismantled those steps with Trevor Storm's SKULL! CC: Arcola's picking up one of those layers! HE'S GONNA DROP IT ON STORM! OA: Trevor must feel the threat, cause he's crawling away! Storm to his feet! CC: ARCOLA'S GONNA THROW IT AT HIM! (( __ BONG __!! )) "UUUUUUUUUHHH!!!" OA: STORM KICKS 'EM RIGHT BACK INTO JUSTIN'S FACE!! CC: CHECK HIS HEAD! SEE IF HE'S BLEEDING! [Referee Geoff Cartwright peers closely as Storm removes the steps.] [Blood?] [Not a trace.] CC: Do we have to be at ringside for this? Why can't we be up in the second deck like Graphic Nature? He could bleed on US, Owen! Where's my biochemical suit? You gotta have those in Japan you know. OA: Stop it! Wait a minute now! Storm is on his knees, holding Arcola's face just INCHES away from a sharp corner of those steps! [Arcola uses his forearm against one of the steps to stave off tragedy. His face, however, is dangerously close to that edge.] OA: Storm elbows him across the base of the neck! Again! But Arcola won't stop fighting! You cannot kill this young man's spirit! [Storm can be heard screaming in Arcola's ear. "GIVE IT UP, TINKERBELL! I'M GONNA BLEED YOU DRY!"] CC: That is one intense, scary mofo! OA: Justin throws an elbow into Storm's rib cage! He's still targeting the innards of Storm, and the "Revolution" is feeling it! [Storm releases Arcola and grabs his stomach. He's feeling the effects of war.] OA: Arcola rolls into the ring. MAYBE one of the safest places to be in this match. Storm to the apron. Here comes Arcola! Storm throws a knee through the ropes and places it in Justin's gut! [Trevor enters the ring and applies a standing headscissors. He hooks Justin's arms behind his back and turns him completely upside down. He walks toward the center of the ring, balancing Arcola.] (( __ BOOM __!! )) ["THAT'S DEADLY HERE" POP!!!] CC: __TIGER DRIVER__!! Is Storm trying to give these people a heart attack!? OA: I don't think he's too concerned about the people. Storm exits the ring and lifts up the ring skirt. I don't even want to KNOW what he's got stashed under there. [POP!!!!] CC: IT'S A 2x4 WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!! OA: Oh my God. My stomach is already turning. [Storm displays it in the air before tumbling into the ring. He stands over the prone body of Arcola and cocks the weapon over his shoulder.] OA: THIS IS IT! IT'S ALL OVER HERE! (( BOOM! )) [POP!!!] OA: _NO_!! ARCOLA MOVED!! HE'S STILL GOT FIRE LEFT TO BURN!! (( BOOM! )) OA: STORM GOES TO THE WELL AGAIN, AND ONE MORE TIME COMES UP DRY! [He swings the 2x4 down at Arcola once again. Weary of rolling around, Arcola raises his feet and blocks the shot with the heels of his combat boots.] OA: Arcola's doing the best he can to shield himself! [Storm throws the 2x4 off to the side, dropping to his knees and wrapping both hands around Justin's neck.] OA: Just a blatant choke there. Nothing at ALL fancy about this match. CC: Oh it's a brawl, that's for sure. OA: Arcola's throwing punches from his back! Rocking Trevor Storm with every single one of them! [Trevor uses his death grip to yank Arcola to his feet and toss him into the nearest corner.] OA: Fists of rage! Fists of rage! What an onslaught from Trevor Storm! CC: He's pounding Arcola straight into the ground, Ambrose! Storm's showing no mercy! Not an ounce of remorse for what he wants to, and probably will, do to Justin Arcola! OA: Storm picks up the 2x4! That thing is coiled with barbed wire! AND HE JAMS IT INTO JUSTIN'S STOMACH! CC: With the end of it! There was no skin penetration! (( CLANG!! )) OA: ARCOLA DUCKED A HOME RUN CUT! Storm hit the ring post! [Storm drops the lumber and turns around, knowing he can't let Justin out of his sight. Justin buries a knee right in his abdomen.] (( CLING!! )) [POP!!!!] OA: TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!!! TURN OUT THE LIGHTS!! [Arcola paces from side to side next to Storm's body with a sneer embedded in his five o'clock shadow. He looks into the captivated crowd, then reaches through the ropes and grabs the 2x4 off the apron.] OA: THIS IS IT! JUSTIN'S GONNA CARVE HIM UP!! CC: If you're gonna do it, then DO IT! Don't hesitate! [Justin looks at the device in his hand, then winds it back and gallops toward Storm, who is pulling himself up in the corner. The sky EXPLODES with flashes as Arcola takes a mighty chop.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!" CC: Well if you're gonna miss, miss BIG! That's what they tell you in the pros! OA: That 2x4 ricocheted off the top rope and nearly came back to bite Arcola in the face! Luckily, he had the presence of mind to hunch down under it! [Storm grabs Arcola by the shoulder and whips him around.] OA: AND WE GOT US A SLUGFEST IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! [They tear at each other like rabid dogs. Making every punch count. Trevor blocks Arcola's last attempt, throws one of his own, but it's ducked. He winds up facing the crowd, and exactly where Arcola wants him.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> ((( ---- __ BOOM __!!! ---- ))) [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: __ KATEHAJIME SUPLEX __!!! ARCOLA _NAILED_ IT!! [Justin grabs the barbed wire 2x4 and places it right in front of Storm's face as he sits down at his side.] OA: THERE'S THE CANADIAN CROSSFACE!! AND ARCOLA'S TRYING TO USE THE 2x4 ON STORM'S FACE!! [Trevor has one arm extended, the one not clamped between Arcola's thighs of course, offering resistence to the unwrapped end of the plank.] CC: IT'S A BATTLE OF WILLS NOW!! ARCOLA'S WILL TO WIN!! STORM'S WILL NOT TO LOSE!! [Suddenly, the fans chime in.] "AR-CO-LA!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!" "AR-CO-LA!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!" "AR-CO-LA!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!" "AR-CO-LA!!!! AR-CO-LA!!!!" [He pulls the 2x4 closer to Storm's face. So near, in fact, that one of the spokes from the barbed wire scrapes along the bridge of Trevor's nose.] OA: THIS COULD BE IT!! THIS COULD BE ALL!! CC: Earlier tonight we saw RRJ fix Maverick the same way with a piece of a broken table! OA: Hold on a minute! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" OA: Arcola just shook his head "no" and dropped the weapon! He's thinking better of it! He can't expose Storm to the risk! CC: You'd think a man with all this common sense and disease prevention awareness would know better than to jam his raw meat into some dirty beaner's cornhole! OA: CORDELL! MY GOD! CC: IT'S PPV, BABY! THE SHACKLES ARE _OFF_! HAH HAH! OA: Justin threw the 2x4 out of the ring! (( __ SMACK!! __ )) OA: STORM HITS A LARIAT FROM BEHIND!! (( __ BOOM!! __ )) [MARQUEE MOVE POP!!!!] OA: AND THE __ POINT OF AUTHORITY __!! POINT OF AUTHORITY!! CC: HE JUST PUT ARCOLA TO BED! OA: He's taking him to the top rope, Cordell! He's sitting Arcola on the top shelf! [Storm positions himself on the second turnbuckle with his back to the ring. He sets Arcola up for what looks like a superplex.] OA: SUPERPLEX COMING RIGHT UP! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> (((( ---- BA-BOOM!!!! ---- )))) [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: TORNADO __ OL' PAINLESS __!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! DEAR GOD!! DEAR MERCIFUL GOD!!! CC: THAT'S A HEAD FIRST PLUNGE STRAIGHT DOWN!!! [A move you can continue to expect from this monster, dubbed the Carnal Forge.] OA: TREVOR STORM DOESN'T GIVE A _DAMN_ WHAT'S IN ARCOLA'S BLOOD! HE JUST DOESN'T CARE! [Storm rolls out of the ring in search of the 2x4.] OA: He's going to regain that weapon! Trevor Storm is going to end Justin Arcola's career tonight! [Storm finds it in the aisle. He reaches down to pick it up, not seeing the madman speeding down the aisle waving a Louisville Slugger.] (( -- THWAP!! -- )) [Storm falls to his knees with his arms out at his sides, his palms spread, and a look of agony smeared across his face.] OA: OH MY GOD!! IT'S ANGEL RAMIREZ!!! (( -- THWAP!! -- )) OA: AND HE'S BASHING STORM WITH ARCOLA'S BAT!! THE MAN HE LOVES!! (( -- THWAP!! -- )) (( -- TWHAP!! -- )) (( -- THWA-- [No, not this time.] CC: Holy God ... OA: Get away, Angel ... run ... FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN! [A look of pure unholy evil radiates in Trevor Storm's eyes as he chokes the barrel of the bat with one hand. Angel is stunned. Too frightened to even budge. Storm slowly comes to his feet and turns around.] OA: HE JUST JERKED THE BAT OUT OF ANGEL'S HAND!! [Angel is frozen in Storm's terrorizing gaze.] (( --- CRACK!!! --- )) "GASP!!" OA: HE BROKE IT OVER IS KNEE!!! TREVOR STORM BROKE THE DAMN BAT OVER HIS OWN KNEE!!! CC: And Arcola's still unconscious!! [Storm throws both arms forward, grips Angel by the neck, hoists him off the ground like a child and spins around, hitting the Point of Authority on the concrete with a stomach turning thud.] "UUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!" CC: DON'T PITY HIM! DON'T YOU DARE PITY THAT FRUIT BY THE FOOT! HE ROLLED THE DICE, AND HE BECAME PART OF THE GAME! OA: Trevor Storm has once again slaughtered Justin Arcola's partner! This is-- "GASP!!" <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] OA: HOLY CRAP!! ARCOLA JUST LEFT THE TOP ROPE WITH A THESZ PRESS!!! HE LANDED SQUARELY ON STORM!! AND NOW IT'S A FIGHT!! IT'S A FIGHT TO THE BITTER END!! [Arcola pulls Storm up and HAMMERS his face into the ring post before rolling him back into the ring. He kneels down next to Angel for a brief moment, who despite his injuries, orders Justin to return to the ring and finish this. To stop this monster named Trevor Storm. Justin brushes Angel's cheek, then slowly rises and turns around, watching Storm slowly come off his knees. Emotion courses through the Sapporo Dome.] OA: HERE COMES ARCOLA!! THROWING HIMSELF RIGHT INTO THE FIRE, AND THIS CROWD IS FIRMLY BEHIND HIM! CC: SO HIS HALF THE-- OA: Just _don't_! [POP!!!] OA: ARCOLA TACKLES STORM TO THE GROUND!! AND IT'S ON AGAIN!! THESE TWO ARE POUNDING EACH OTHER!! THEY'RE _SCREAMING_ AT EACH OTHER!! I'VE NEVER SEEN HATRED IN IT'S PUREST FORM UNTIL TONIGHT!! UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT!! [Justin, without a care, begins dropping bombs in the form of knees into Storm's abdomen. He wraps both hands around Trevor's neck, holding his head firmly against the mat while continuing to disorganize all his vital organs.] OA: STORM IS TURNING PURPLE! [Justin rolls off and reaches into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a long white cloth and wraps his around his entire hand and wrist.] CC: OH MY GOD! DON'T LET HIM DO THIS! OA: IT'S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE, CORDELL! [From the other pocket he extracts a lighter. Storm pushes himself off the mat, looking sick to his stomach, as if he's about to vomit. Justin leaves a piece off the cloth dangling off his wrist and sparks the lighter just below it.] CC: That rag must be soaked with kerosine! OA: You can almost smell it! [The dangling cloth catches fire and slowly burns. Justin clinches his fist and aims it toward the roof. Storm pushes off his knee and comes to his feet. As soon as he turns, Justin's hand is engulfed!] ((( --- FFFFWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHH!!!! --- ))) <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> "AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" CC: _FLAMING_ PALM STRIKE!!! _FLAMING_ PALM STRIKE!!! OA: Yeah, we GET IT, jerk! Storm is on the mat! He's got his face in his hands! His face must must be SCALDED! [Justin quickly shakes the fire out and unravels the cloth. He throws it to the mat and stomps it a few times for good measure, then grits his teeth and shakes his hand, which is obviously burned to some degree. As Storm scoots across the ring on his knees, holding his face in his hands, Arcola baseball slides under the bottom rope and reaches under the ring. He pulls something out and raises it up, eliciting a gigantic ... ] [POP!!!!] OA: IT'S ANOTHER BAT!! ARCOLA'S GOT ANOTHER BAT!! [Justin dives into the ring and stalks Storm. Storm rises to his knees, still with face in hands. What he feels next sends a chill down his spine. A wooden barrel, lightly touching his chin and lifting his face up.] OA: Cordell ... [He removes his hands and finds himself staring up the barrel of a Louisville Sluggar, connected to the fist of Justin Arcola. Arcola smiles briefly, then tightens his lips.] OA: ... it's over. <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> (((( ---- CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA .... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> ... AAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!! ---- )))) <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [The only question remaining is whether that was the sound of the bat ... or Storm's jaw.] [Blood, and a few teeth, no less than SPRAY from Trevor's mouth as he falls to the side and flat on his face. A large puddle quickly forms beneath his face. Arcola releases the bat and immediately falls to his knees in exhaustion.] (( DING DING DING! )) FRANCINE: Here is your winner ... [Prong's "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" plays.] [PASS THE EAR PLUGS!!! THE MAN'S GETTING A POP!!!!] ... J U S T I N A R C O L A ! ! ! ! ! OA: HE'S DONE IT! JUSTIN ARCOLA HAS WON HIS LAST MATCH, AND HE'S DONE SO IN SPECTACULAR FASHION! [Multi-colored streamers begin filling the ring as Arcola kneels next to the unconscious, bleeding Trevor Storm. Angel Ramirez slowly and painfully rolls into the ring. He kneels next to Arcola and wraps his arms around his neck. Arcola grabs him back and holds him tight.] [EMOTIONAL POP!!!!] [The camera selects a few faces out of the crowd. Someone is tearing up. Another is cheering wildly. Huge smiles are not out of the ordinary.] OA: GOOD HAS OVERCOME EVIL, AND ONE MAN'S WILL, HIS DESIRE, AND HIS LOVE HAS CONQUERED ALL!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU JUSTIN ARCOLA!! I GIVE YOU THE GREATEST COMPETITOR THE I-SLASH HAS EVER SEEN!! I GIVE YOU THE _PRIDE_ OF THE I-SLASH! CC: I give you a sock, Owen. STUFF IT! OA: This is a moment, Cordell! This is a historical moment! GET CAUGHT UP, FOR ONCE! GET SWEPT UP IN SOMETHING MAGICAL! We'll NEVER see another like him! Congratulations, Justin, and may the best of your past be the worst of your future! [Justin leaves the ring with one hand in the air. The other hand wrapped in Angel Ramirez's.] CC: I cannot _believe_ what we just saw! That match may very well change the complexion of the I-Slash for years to come! OA: To have the courage and the heroism displayed by Justin Arcola in what is almost certainly his last match be tainted by what just went down is truly a tragedy! And as momentous an encounter as that was, you have to believe that our main event is going to be every bit as lethal! CC: If it even happens! No one's seen Nate McMannis all day! OA: Nate McMannis handed his World Heavyweight Championship to Brian Nelson at the conclusion of last week's edition of Graphic Nature, and hasn't been heard from since. He was desparately trying to find out the whereabouts of his wife and son, who had been _kidnapped_, of all things, by his opponent tonight, Paul Kiljoy. CC: As important as the World Title is to McMannis, it can't hold a candle to the man's family. Kiljoy, who started out this quest for the championship in a jovial and all-around entertaining fashion, has been literally _consumed_ by his thirst for I-Slash gold! He's attacked people with broken glass; he's invaded homes; and now, it seems the most heinous act of all, gone and _kidnapped_ a man's family! Owen, you and I don't agree on much, but I think we can both say that Kiljoy's gone off the deep end! OA: Speculation has it that McMannis is not going to show up tonight, but that his place will be taken by his Trifecta stablemate Eric Travers. And I don't think that bodes very well for the Epic One. Nate McMannis has made his _name_ wrestling in all sorts of extreme environments. Eric Travers is much more a traditionalist, a mat grappler. And in this encounter, a Taipei Death Match, all technique and finesse goes out the window! CC: Each man will have shards of broken glass glued to their hands! There are no disqualifications. No countouts. No referee stoppages. No time limits. Absolutely _anything_ goes! The first pinfall or tap out wins it. Kiljoy has said he's ready! Can anyone stop his meteoric rise to the top in this, the most miserable and unforgiving environment this side of a torture chamber? OA: We're about to find out. ]======[IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP]======[ __ _ _ |\ | __. _ __ ___ , _ , _ \ ___ ___ .___ | \ | .' \ | / .' ` |' `|' `. |/ \ .' ` / \ | \ | | | ` / |----' | | | | ` |----' | ' | \| `._.' \/ `.___, / ' / `___,' `.___, / .___ / \ ___ ` , __ |,_-' / ` | |' `. | | | | | | / `.__/| / / | "Suicidal" Nate McMannis vs. "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy ]=====[TAIPEI DEATH MATCH]=======[Writer: Matt W. FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall... ...is a TAIPEI..._DEATH MATCH_!!! [MASSIVE POP!] ...for the IWF/WOW...WORLD...HEAVYWIGHT..._CHAMPIONSHIP_!!! [EVEN BIGGER POP!] ["Gave Up" by NIN & Marilyn Manson begins to play over the loudspeakers. Not familiar with the song, the crowd stands but is obviously confused] # Perfect little dream, the kind that hurts the most # # Forgot how it feels, well almost # # No one to blame, always the same # # Open my eyes, wake up in flames # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me realize # # It took you to make me see the light # OA: What in the world is _this_, Cordell? # Covered in hope and vaseline # # Still cannot fix this broken machine # # Watching the hole it used to be mine # # Just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline # CC: I don't know, but it's _time_ for the main event. At least that's what they tell me in the back. Could this be ... did Kiljoy change his music? # Of the trust I will betray # # Give it to me I throw it away # # After everything I've done # # I hate myself for what I've become # # I tried # # I gave up # # Throw it away # [The crowd remains at a buzz, waiting for some sign of motion from the curtain. This _is_ main event time, right? Where's the champion? Where's the challenger? Where is ...] OA: Oh my God. [From the curtains emerge a hooded figure and a woman, dressed in clothing more likely to be viewed on the corner of a sex anime shop. The man has a ripped and tattered robe with a hood covering his head, twirls of strings hanging down in front. He's dressed in leather pants and wears one fingerless glove, and that's all we can see. The woman? That's ..] OA: Cordell! That's Rachel McMannis! Look at the way she's dressed! This is sick! [Rachel wears a _very_ short tattered red miniskirt, and ends low on her waist. A poor excuse for a bra hides her melons from view, the rest of her is seen very plainly as skin is showing everywhere] CC: Owen, you realize who that is. That's the _challenger_ to the I Slash World championship. The man under that hood hasn't been seen on television, by friends, in public, for a MONTH! OA: 'Legacy' Paul Kiljoy is under that hood, ladies and gentlemen. That sick freak is under there. Who _knows_ where Nate McMannis is? Lord ... and Kiljoy's escorting his 'prize', Rachel McMannis, to the ring! There's no reason to humiliate her by making her way that outfit, damnit! No reason! She is completely innocent here! CC: She does look kinda yummy .. OA: CORDELL! [They continue to stroll down to ringside. Normally these I Slash-deprived fans would be rushing to the aisleway, struggling for a peek at the superstar up close. They stray from Kiljoy now, like a plague, and stare from a healthy distance] OA: Just imagine, Cordell Crane, this man right here has been in the IWF/WOW for six months. During that time, he captured the hearts of Canada, America, and the world alike, and heck, mine too! I _believed_ in Paul Kiljoy. And we all believed that he would destroy the evil that is Nate McMannis. [silence] Times change, Cordell. CC: I told you, I predicted this! I knew this was coming. You all think Matthew Reason is psycho, you all thought Shane St. Clair did some bad things! Paul Kiljoy is driven by a _hatred_ for Nate McMannis that hasn't been seen in this country since World War Two. And that can only mean bad things, not just for McMannis, but evidently, his family too. 'Tis sad. OA: Perhaps the saddest part is that, if Nate McMannis is not here, we might see Paul Kiljoy become the World champion without a fight. [Paul Kiljoy pushes Rachel into the ring and steps through himself. He grabs a mike on the way in and thrusts it to Rachel. Rachel's face is a quivering mix of emotions. The crowd starts to mumble as Kiljoy reaches up, toward his face ...] [ ... and removes the hood completely ...] CROWD - OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!! AYYYYYYEE!! [A close-up on the I Sore reveals ... is that Kiljoy? Good Lord. The missing hood now solidifies the fact that he wears a torn 'Scream For Me' t-shirt, but that's not what stands out here. A quick zoom-in reveals a man with sleep-deprived eyes and greasy medium-length blond hair, and on his forehead, what looks to be the remains of crusty, dried blood from another day] # PFFT! PFFT! PFFFFFTTTTT!!! # [Kiljoy pounds on the mike handle to see if it's on, or to annoy us, who knows. The Japanese crowd is completely silent, not knowing whether this is the same star they have seen on American television or not. I mean, Kiljoy looks _different_. His expression is a twisted mix between carelessness and hate. He stares hard, as if in a dream that he cannot escape from. They hush, as he moves the mike to his lips] 'LEGACY' PAUL KILJOY - I was blind, I Slash. [The fans are silently in shock] PAUL KILJOY - But now I see. [Kiljoy looks around the arena in a trance. A spattering of boos sprinkle the ring as he tosses his head back and closes his eyes. A deep sigh precedes the words] PAUL KILJOY - One _month_ away from you people. One _month_. [pause] And you hate me. [boos bounce off Kiljoy like target practice] PAUL KILJOY - See, I can understand that. I really can. Because although I _know_ you hate me, I've given you all a reason to. [nods] Hatred does that to a man. Hatred causes a man to invade another's private life, to take what began as a strange sexual joke to a sickening personal level. [spits] Hell, I'm not Reason. I _know_ what I'm doing is wrong. [grin] But what about the cause of hate, hmm? Does that count for anything, Japan? What about Nate? WHAT ABOUT FRICKING NATE MCMANNIS? [The crowd yells at the name] PAUL KILJOY - Yah, well ... he's not here. Too bad. [shakes head] See, I'll tell you all a secret. You wanna know, Rachel? [pause] Damnit. [he nods her head for her] I didn't come to Japan to wrestle for the I Slash World championship. Uh-uh. I came here, Rachel McMannis, to make sure your husband and his fricking legacy _stops_ right here. I came here, because I wanted to show the world what kind of _bitch_ you are, Nate. And, of course, to have some fun with your family's fricking heads. [he looks to the audience] See, you used to scream for me, didn't you? [black-tooth grin] Here, scream for this. [pause ...] # SLAP! # [Kiljoy raised his hand, but hit his own hand on the way there. The fans boo immensely at the effort. Kiljoy smiles] OA: NO! God, I thought the devil slapped her. [pause] This is disgusting! Get this guy out of here before this poor lady gets hurt! Where's security? I don't care if we have a World title match tonight or not! CC: He's the challenger, the number-one contender, Owen. He can do what he wants right now, and he _knows_ that. Plus, if Nate ain't here, who's going to stop him? Nelson? Hah. PAUL KILJOY - What? That doesn't tickle your asian fancies? [chuckles] See, I never got you people. You're all the same, in every country. Why is it, that I could dance on McMannis face, _naked_, and you cheered? Yet, here I am with his god-forsaken wife in the ring, and you can't get a rise out of that? Hmm? [grunts] You want something to cheer about? Nate ain't here. Just sit back and ... # !!! ___OOH___ ___WAH___ ___AH___ ___AH___ ___AH___ !!! # [CROWD POPS HUGE!!] OA: THESE PEOPLE ARE ON THEIR FEET! NATE MCMANNIS IS HERE! NATE MCMANNIS IS COMING TO SAVE HIS WIFE FROM THIS MADMAN! GO GET 'IM NATE! GET 'IM! [The curtains open, and out comes ... ... A girl holding a child?] OA: That's ... not Nate McMannis. CC: Who the hell ... OWEN! That's that transexual Kiljoy had jump on McMannis' face months ago! What was her name? OA: Vanessa. But if that little boy is who I think he is ... OA & CC: Brendon. OA: [drifting] Nate's eight-year-old child ... this is sick. PAUL KILJOY - Bring him down here, Vanessa. [Rachel is screaming in the ring now, asking for this all to stop. Kiljoy puts a hand over her mouth and looks down at her body, licking his lips. Vanessa sets Brendon in the ring, and the world watches him toddle over toward his mother, until ...] OA: Kiljoy scooped that kid up! Oh God! What now? PAUL KILJOY - Brendon? Brendon? Hi cutie. [boos] Eight years old and so grown up! Yes. Listen, I want you to say something for me, little boy. [Brendon looks into the eyes of the deranged Kiljoy, and starts to wail] PAUL KILJOY - Now, now ... all I want you to say is that your father is finished. Over. He's a _dead_ man. And life sucks for you, because he's your father. Did you know that? OA: This is ridiculous. This is only a boy ... PAUL KILJOY - You know why, pumpkin? Hmm? Because if Nelson doesn't come out here _right now_and give me the title, and if your daddy _does_ come out here and tries to save you, your daddy's not the only one that's leaving this earth. [more crying] Okay, Brendon? [Rachel moves to grab Brendon, as Kiljoy moves the child] # SLAP!! # [He glides the back of his hand across Rachel's cheek, as she falls with a hand to her face] OA: HE SLAPPED HER FOR _REAL!_ LORD NO! CC: Man ... PAUL KILJOY - This kid is mine now, _bitch_. [to Brendon] NOW _SAY IT_, KID! TELL YOUR DADDY HE'S A COWARD! NOW! TELL HIM ... OA: SOMEBODY PUT A _STOP_ TO THIS!!! . . . . . . [Lights go down.] OA: What's going on here?! CC: I don't know, but it looks like Kiljoy might have another surprise in store for us... I just want to go back home already. [BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!] OA: What the hell was that?! [Smoke erupts in the entranceway after the explosion... and somebody cranks up the volume on the PA system.] # BABY I'M A SURVIVAH! # # WHAT?! # # BABY I'M ON FI-YAH! # # WHAT?! # # BABY I'M ABOUT TO CREEP UP INSIDE YA! # [___BOOM___!!! HYYYUGE EXPLOSION IN THE ENTRANCEWAY! ] # ___GET HIGH MAN DRINKIN' WHISKEY ALL NIGHT___ ! # [TEAR THE ROOF OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING SAPPORO DOME!] OA: DEAR LORD, THAT IS NATE McMANNIS'S OLD MUSIC! CC: Let's go ahead and say it, Owen! That's his _BABYFACE_ MUSIC! DAMMIT! [Ain't that right?! "Killing Time" by (hEd)p.e. blasts over the PA and the Japanese people are eating this shit up. From the curtain emerges the man himself, "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, to a _HUGE_ pop! McMannis is wearing his black leather pants and boots, with purple wrist tape and elbow pads. Additionally, his hair is streaked purple, as it was when he first entered I-Slash. The World Title is wrapped securely around his waist, and he begins marching to the ring without even looking at anything but Paul Kiljoy. Rachel & Brendon dart out of the ring and security appears to rush them away as McMannis drops the title in the aisleway.] CC: Is this it? Is this our Death Match? Is this our _title_ match? OA: I don't know if what we're about to see is _about_ the World Title! It may be a match; it may be a fight! Either way, you can bet your ass that Paul Kiljoy has got some serious _hell_ to pay! [McMannis, a sinster smile draping across his face, raises his fists to reveal the burlap gloves on his hands.] [POP!!!] [McMannis thrusts his fists into the glue resin, then into the other barrel. He raises his fists and they start to violently shake of their own volition. The lights reflect in all the assorted implements now stuck to McMannis' gloves... screws... nails... broken glass!] OA: MY GOD! They're actually going to _do_ it! CC: We thought the Taipei Death Match was a _myth_! A legend told by Westerners to explain the cultural traditions of the East that they couldn't understand! But as sure as I'm alive, the Taipei Death Match is _happening_ here tonight in Tokyo! And we're beaming it live to the entire world! OA: AND HERE COMES McMANNIS DIVING INTO THE RING!!! (( DING DING! )) OA: KILJOY GOING AFTER THE CHAMPION...McMANNIS DUCKS THE RIGHT HAND... Crowd: UUUUUHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OA: RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! McMANNIS CONNECTED WITH THAT GLASS-COVERED HAND RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! CC: The fight is on! OA: Kiljoy is back up! AND HE GOES LOW AND SPEARS McMANNIS TO THE MAT! Kiljoy mounting McMannis...HE'S RAINING DOWN PUNCHES! McMannis trying to cover up...Kiljoy's cutting his own hands on Kiljoy's gloves! [Kiljoy rolls off of McMannis and to his feet.] CC: Kiljoy needs to distance himself and _quick_! Those hands of McMannis' are _lethal weapons_! The challenger has to hit and run and try to get some kind of equalizer! OA: Kiljoy did not wear burlap gloves out here; he did not expect McMannis to show up tonight. That may prove to be a fatal mistake! McMannis back up...HE CHARGES! AND KILJOY BACKDROPS HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE APRON! Kiljoy blocks the right! HEADBUTT stuns the champion! Kiljoy into the ropes...McMannis springboards...Kiljoy slides under him to the outside...McMannis... Crowd: UUUUUHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OA: THE CHAMPION WITH A GREAT FAKE-OUT!!! HE CAME BACK THE OTHER WAY AND FLATTENED KILJOY WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT!!! Crowd: I-SLASH-UH!!! I-SLASH-UH!!! I-SLASH-UH!!! CC: These guys are so intent upon anticipating what the other one's gonna do. Smart money says that the man who can change up his tactics will have an _unbeatable_ advantage! OA: McMannis is a path of _rage_, and rightfully so! He picks up Kiljoy by the hair...drags him over towards... CC: THE RESIN! [The crowd begins to buzz as McMannis telegraphs the two barrels of glue and glass.] OA: McMannis...HE DUNKS KILJOY'S FACE INTO THE RESIN! CC: You don't think... OA: No...he wouldn't... CC: Oh, I think he would... OA: McMannis...MY GOD! He's going to try and shove Kiljoy's glue-covered face into that bucket of broken glass! CC: THAT IS _SICK_! OA: McMannis...HERE HE GOES! NO! Kiljoy got his hands on the edge of the bucket! He's fighting to stay out of there! Male Fans: OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!! OA: AND A LOW BLOW BY KILJOY STOPS McMANNIS! [Kiljoy briefly looks back at McMannis, then turns his attention to the buckets.] OA: The challenger made a _big_ mistake in not wearing the "traditional" -- if you can call them that -- Taipei Death Match burlap gloves to the ring! But wait... CC: What's he doing? OA: Kiljoy is... he's dipping his hands into the glue! [The crowd starts to buzz.] CC: Don't do it, Paul! You've got no protection! OA: MY GOD! [Kiljoy closes his eyes, bites his bottom lip, and shoves his clenched fists down into the glass. He bellows in pain.] OA: JESUS! KILJOY IS CUTTING UP HIS OWN HANDS JUST TO GET SOME GLASS ON THEM!!! CC: HE COULD CUT HIS WRISTS DOING THAT! How badly does he want this IWF/WOW Title? OA: Kiljoy pulling his hands out...God, they're cut and bleeding, but he's got the ammunition he was looking for! KILJOY HAS HIS EQUALIZERS! And folks, as if we had to remind you, _please_ do not attempt any of what you're seeing at home! These men are trained professionals! CC: Trained professionals my ass! How in the hell do you train to shove your fists into broken glass! _No one_ should try to do this! OA: McMannis is desparately trying to get to his feet...KILJOY WITH A LEFT JAB CONNECTS TO HIS SHOULDER! AND A RIGHT CROSS TO HIS CHEEK! NOW _McMANNIS_ IS BLEEDING! CC: We're not even five minutes _into_ this thing! OA: My God, the suffering that these two men are about to endure defies _description_! Kiljoy with McMannis in a front facelock...EVENFLOW DDT ON THE STEEL RAMP!!! CC: AND ONTO HIS GLASS-COVERED HAND! OA: McMannis is cut on several portions of his face...not that that's anything new. His body could be confused for a _road map_ with all those scars! Kiljoy picking up the prone McMannis...Irish whip towards the ring apron! McMannis slides in under the bottom rope...charging towards the opposite side...Kiljoy making for the ring...McMannis off the ropes...BASEBALL-SLIDE DROPKICK SENDS KILJOY FLYING!!! What great presence of mind by the champion! CC: McMannis' best bet is to beat Kiljoy in the air! OA: Kiljoy slowly to his feet...McMannis stalking him from the inside of the ring...McMannis into the ropes again! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> Crowd: UUUUUHHHHWWWWWAAAAAHHHH!!!! OA: A NO-HANDS SOMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! McMANNIS NEVER EVEN _TOUCHED_ THE TOP ROPE!!! Crowd: I-SLASH-UH!!! I-SLASH-UH!!! I-SLASH-UH!!! OA: This crowd is _loving_ it! CC: A few weeks ago everyone thoguht Nate McMannis was the worst guy in the entire world; now they're embracing him like one of their own! I don't get it! OA: McMannis picking up Kiljoy...dumping him back into the ring...McMannis from the apron...grabs the top rope...SPRINGBOARD... *** BOOM *** OA: ...INTO AN ARABIAN PRESS! HERE'S THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . NO! ONLY TWO! CC: Kiljoy needs to start exhibiting some offense...and _quick_! Nate's got this thing at his pace now...and that spells bad tidings ahead for the challenger. OA: Nate is telegraphing to the crowd again...I'm amazed at how these fans are embracing him...Nate on top of Kiljoy...grabbing him by the chin... CC: Get your hand away from his mouth! OA: McMannis is...MY GOD! HE'S FORCING KILJOY'S MOUTH OPEN AND READYING HIS OTHER GLOVE!!! CC: THAT'S NOT _ALL_ HE'S DOING! LOOK! [The crowd reacts in awe as McMannis pulls Kiljoy's tongue out of his mouth. Yes, his _tonuge_!] OA: No...he wouldn't do that...THAT'S TOO FAR, NATE!!! TOO FAR!!! [Crowd gasps and female screams.] CC: AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! OA: NO!!! NO!!! McMANNIS IS RAKING THE _TONGUE_ OF KILJOY WITH HIS GLASS-COVERED HAND!!! Crowd: UUUUUHHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHH!!!! OA: AND KILJOY RAKES THE _EARS_ OF McMANNIS TO STOP HIM!!! BY GOD, THE LEVEL OF VIOLENCE HAS BEEN TAKEN WAY BEYOND THE REALMS OF HUMAN DECENCY! CC: SAY IT, AMBROSE! THIS IS _SCINTILATING_!!! [Kiljoy jumps up off the mat, filled with rage.] OA: These two men are literally fighting for their _lives_! I can barely stand to _watch_ this! Kiljoy with an Irish whip to McMannis...McMANNIS HITS THE CORNER! And Kiljoy...CHARGES IN WITH A SPEAR!!! McMannis stumbling out...KILJOY WITH A BICYCLE KICK! CC: Lacerating his tongue gave Kiljoy his second wind! McMannis may regret his bravado later on! OA: Both of these men are bleeding buckets...this can't possibly go on much longer! Kiljoy to the outside now...climbing the turnbuckle! McMannis is slowly making his way up and Kiljoy is waiting on him! McMannis spins...KILJOY FLIES!!! . . . . . Crowd: UUUUUHHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHH!!!! OA: OH MY _GOD_, A BLOCKBUSTER!!! A BLOCKBUSTER, AND KILJOY CRUSHED McMANNIS' WINDPIPE UNDER HIS GLASS-COVERED HANDS!!! McMANNIS' THROAT COULD BE CUT! CC: That was...I can't even describe that! Kiljoy is out for more than the World Title here...I have no idea what's motivating all this hatred for the champion! OA: HERE'S THE COVER BY KILJOY! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . NO! McMANNIS KICKED OUT! CC: How in the world -- I would've stayed down...we have no idea just how much Kiljoy is willing to do...IT'S NOT WORTH FIGHTING FOR, McMANNIS! OA: Nate McMannis will _always_ fight! Not just for himself, but for the family he's slaved and punished and abused his anatomy for _years_ to put food on the table for! If Nate goes down tonight, then his life will never _ever_ be the same! CC: Take a look at this carnage! Imagine the psychological effects this is having! _Neither_ man is going to be the same when this is all said and done! OA: McMannis...somehow...some way...he's back on his _feet_, dammit! But Kiljoy is measuring him! Kiljoy is poised! HERE COMES KILJOY! . . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> *** KEEEEEE-RRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!!!!! *** [MASSIVE POP!!!] OA: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! CC: DID YOU SEE WHAT I JUST SAW?!? [A replay: Kiljoy winds up for a roaring elbow, but Nate surprises him and goes low, elevating Kiljoy up in a high backdrop over the ropes. Kiljoy, unable to stop his descent, plummets downward...and right through the table that was housing the two buckets of glue and glass. Everything seems to explode as the table shatters and the remnants of the buckets go flying everywhere...including right on top of Kiljoy.] OA: MAY GOD HAVE MERCY!!! PAUL KILJOY'S ENTIRE BODY IS COVERED IN THAT GLUE AND GLASS!!! IT'S _STICKING_ TO HIM!!! HE'S GONNA GET CUT UP EVEN _BREATHING_!!! [McMannis slides to the outside. Looking at Kiljoy, laying there and visibly afraid to move, a twinkle comes in his eye.] CC: What's he -- NO!!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!! [POP!!!] OA: NATE McMANNIS JUST TOOK THE TIMEKEEPER'S CHAIR!!! IF HE HAS IN MIND WHAT I THINK HE DOES -- CC: "IF"? YOU _KNOW_ WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO!!! OA: We saw this sadistic streak in Nate McMannis at Christmas Madness! He mummified Robert d'Artois with barbed wire and proceeded to batter him to the point of certain _death_ with a steel chair! And with Paul Kiljoy in this vunerable state, I have a very bad feeling about -- *** CRACK *** [Kiljoy _screams_ in agony!] [POP!!!] OA: JESUS! HE _DID_ IT! McMANNIS BROUGHT THAT CHAIR DOWN ON KILJOY'S BACK!!! DRIVING ALL THAT GLASS FURTHER INTO HIS SKIN!!! *** CRACK *** OA: AND _AGAIN_!!! CC: SOMEBODY _STOP_ THIS!!! [McMannis smiles.] *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** OA: McMANNIS IS _UNMERICFULLY_ BATTERING THE CHALLENGER OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! KILJOY IS BEING OPENED UP ON EVERY POINT IN HIS BODY!!! [McMannis holds the blood-soaked chair up to the crowd and the flasbulbs ignite, when suddenly...] [The male fans writhe.] CC: OH NO!!! [In one swift and desparate motion, Kiljoy darts up and shoves his hand down McMannis' trunks, the outline of him clenching his fist clearly visible. McMannis hollers and doubles over, dropping his chair.] OA: KILJOY HAS A GLASS-COVERED TESTICULAR CLAW ON THE CHAMPION!!! THIS IS _SICK_!!! THIS IS _BEYOND_ SICK!!! CC: It's the Taipei Death Match, Owen! We billed it as an "anything could happen" affair, and we're seeing right now that we were _right_! OA: This is bordering on the point where our producers may want to consider going dark...I know everybody put their money down to see this Pay Per View, but we just can't glorify this kind of unmitigated and gratuitous violence! This is _inhumane_! *** CRACK *** OA: AND NOW KILJOY SCORES WITH A PILEDRIVER ON McMANNIS' STEEL CHAIR! [Both men collapse to the floor as the blood literally _pours_ from their bodies.] CC: You knew it had to come down to _something_ like this! You knew these two men wanted to get at each other in the worst way! OA: But what price, Cordell? What price are they willing to pay to settle this rivalry! I mean, I can't even imagine, not even the physical toll that an experience like this takes on you, but the psychological price you have to pay is beyond belief! [Kiljoy is the first to his feet. He rolls McMannis' limp body into the ring.] OA: I don't even know if McMannis has all his faculties about him. His arms...his legs...they're not moving! Kiljoy is somehow climbing the turnbuckle...I don't know what he has in... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> CC: MANIACAL MOONSAULT!!! OA: KILJOY HITS THE MANIACAL MOONSAULT!!! AND _PLEASE_ TELL ME THIS IS OVER! KILJOY COVERS! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.999 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3? [POP!!!] OA: NO!!! CC: WHAT?!? OA: NATE McMANNIS GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! THIS MATCH _CONTINUES_!!! CC: I have to question _that_ count! I didn't even see McMannis _move_! OA: He got a shoulder up, and you saw it plain as day! Kiljoy is visibly frustrated! He's still got _dozens_ of shards of glass glued to him...it's a _sickening_ sight! CC: Now what? [Kiljoy lifts up McMannis and ties him in the ropes.] OA: Oh, this is _sinster_! He's leaving McMannis wide open for... Crowd: UUUUUHHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHH!!!! OA: URAKEN!!! URAKEN WITH A GLASS-COVERED HAND!!! CC: THAT'S _GOTTA_ BE ALL! [McMannis is jarred loose from the shot and falls to the canvas.] OA: HERE'S THE COVER! THIS IS IT! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.999 . . . . . . . . . . . . . [POP!!!] FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! CC: DAMMIT, STAY DOWN!!! OA: Nate McMannis somehow got his foot on the ropes! He's still alive! CC: But for how much longer? [Kiljoy exits the ring and grabs the microphone from Francine.] OA: What is this now? Kiljoy has the microphone! KILJOY (getting back into the ring): Nate McMannis...you FUCKING AMATEUR... OA: OK, this is going too far now... CC: Owen, after everything we've seen tonight, an f-bomb is _tame_! KILJOY: I promised the world I was gonna _bury_ you and your legacy here tonight...and with God and all these fucking gooks out here... [MASSIVE HEAT!] ...as my witnesses, I am gonna _do it_...even if I have to _kill_ you to get it _done_! [Kiljoy yanks McMannis up by his hair, raising him to his knees.] KILJOY: And when I'm done...your pretty little Rachel is gonna be _all_..._MINE_! OA: STOP THIS! KILJOY: Oh, and don't worry about little Brendon...I'll take good care of him...he can _watch_ while I give your sexually frustrated wife the ride of her goddamn _life_! [BOOOOOOO THAT MAN!!!] KILJOY: And speaking of rides...Nate... [Kiljoy looks high above him to the scaffolding from the earlier tag match.] KILJOY: Get ready...you're about to go for a ride...you'll _never_ forget! [Kiljoy tosses the mic out of the ring, followed by McMannis' body.] OA: This has gotten too far out of hand! Someone needs to stop Kiljoy _right now_! CC: He can't be stopped, Ambrose! This is what he's been waiting for since Summer Explosion! The World Title -- and the end of McMannis' career -- are _both_ within his grasp! [Kiljoy begins to drag McMannis up the ramp and into the crowd, heading up towards the balcony.] OA: This son of a bitch is really going to do it! He's gonna take McMannis up to that scaffolding! CC: This could be the last time we ever see the World Champion! EVER! [The crowd pops as Kiljoy drags McMannis across the catwalk.] OA: They're in the lighting section! Paul Kiljoy is tenderly stepping down onto that scaffolding! As you all saw before in our Scaffold Match, that thing is a recipe for _disaster_! [Paul Kiljoy leans McMannis upright and makes the sign of the cross.] CC: HE'S GONNA DO IT!!! OA: PAUL KILJOY IS GONNA THROW NATE McMANNIS OFF THAT SCAFFOLDING AND 30 FEET DOWN INTO THE RING!!! THIS IS _HIDEOUS_!!! CC: LOOK OUT!!! OA: NOOO!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . [KA-POP!!!] CC: WHAT?!? OA: MY GOD, IT'S A MIRACLE!!! McMANNIS CAUGHT HIMSELF ON THE EDGE OF THAT SCAFFOLDING!!! McMANNIS CAUGHT HIMSELF... ["OH MY GOD" POP!!!] OA: AND HE SKINNED THE CAT!!! McMANNIS SKINNED THE CAT AND HE'S BACK ON THE SCAFFOLDING!!! McMannis to his feet...KILJOY CHARGES...McMANNIS WITH A HURRICANRAN -- OH MY GOOOOODDDDD!!!! CC: HOLY -- . . . . . . . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . . . . . . . **** KEEEEE-RRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!! **** [ULTRA-MEGA POP!!!] OA: MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!! PAUL KILJOY JUST PLUMMETED OFF THE SCAFFOLDING!!! HE DROPPED 30 FEET AND LANDED FLAT ON HIS BACK IN THE RING!!! CC: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I'VE SEEN!!! OA: THIS ARENA HAS ERUPTED!!! NATE McMANNIS...HE... [A gleam appears in Nate's eyes and an old signal flashes from his fingers.] OA: NO, NATE!!! DON'T DO IT!!! YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF, DAMMIT!!! . . . . . . . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . . . . . . . **** KEEEEE-RRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!! **** [THE BIGGEST POP EVER!!!] OA: SUICIDE SPLASH!!! SUICIDE SPLASH!!! SUICIDE SPLASH FROM THE 30-FOOT SCAFFOLDING!!! [McMannis bounces from the impact...all the way across the ring.] OA: THESE TWO MEN HAVE JUST KILLED THEMSELVES!!! THERE IS NO WAY THEY COULD HAVE SURVIVED!!! [The crowd begins to rally. Cheering on McMannis. Willing him. Prodding him. Letting their energy flow into him. McMannis begins...to crawl!] OA: HE'S ALIVE! NATE McMANNIS IS ALIVE! HE'S INCHING...EVER SO CLOSER...HE'S JUST A FEW SECONDS AWAY! CAN YOU FEEL IT! CC: NOT LIKE THIS! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! [Nate McMannis drapes his arm over Kiljoy.] [The crowd counts along.] "ICHI!!!" . . . . . . . . . . "NE!!!" . . . . . . . . . . "SAN!!!!!!!!!" (( DING DING DING! )) OA: HE DID IT!!! FRANCINE: The winner of this match... ...AND..._STILL_...IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... ["Killing Time" begins to play, but is drowned out by the crowd.] ... "S U I C I D A L" N A T E M c M A N N I S ! ! ! ! ! OA: WHAT A MATCH!!! THIS TAIPEI DEATH MATCH WAS EVERYTHING WE EXPECTED AND MORE!!! CC: And here comes McMannis' family! They're free of Kiljoy's hold! [Rachel and Brendon enter the ring to comfort their downed patriarch. When suddenly...] [BOOOO!!!!] OA: NO!!! NOT THIS!!! NOT NOW!!! CC: That transexual...that "Vanessa"...she just scooped up Brendon once again! OA: GOD DAMN IT ALL!!! THAT EVIL SHE-MALE HAS NATE McMANNIS' SON IN HIS GRASP AGAIN! PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! [Rachel approaches Vanessa, ready to pounce, but Vanessa holds her son in a chokehold, threatening to break his neck. Nate gets up and flanks his wife, wary of their son.] OA: This is a hostile situation! Vanessa is holding the McMannis' son hostage here! *** CRUNCH *** [BOOOO!!!] OA: AND PAUL KILJOY JUST GOT UP AND _LEVELED_ McMANNIS WITH THE URAKEN!!! McMANNIS IS DOWN! KILJOY IS STAKING HIS WIFE RACHEL!!! COME ON! ENOUGH'S ENOUGH! LET HIS FAMILY GO!!! CC: Somebody's gotta put a _stop_ to this! [POP!!!] OA: THAT SOMEBODY JUST ARRIVED!!! HERE COMES THE TRIFECTA!!! MAVERICK TAKES DOWN KILJOY!!! ERIC TRAVERS ATTACKING VANESSA FROM BEHIND!!! THE TRIFECTA IS CLEARING THE RING!!! CC: This is a band of brothers through and through! This is a _family_! [Big-time pop as Maverick and Travers dump Vanessa and Kiljoy out of the ring.] OA: THE TRIFECTA HAVE SAVED THE DAY!!! THEY'VE SAVED THE McMANNIS FAMILY! [Nate McMannis helps his wife to her feet and hugs her tenderly. Brendon rushes in to grab his father's legs, and Nate falls to his knees and clutches him close to his heart. We can see the tears forming in his eyes.] OA: Folks, can you beleive what we're seeing? [The crowd cheers intensify as the family reunion becomes a group celebration in the ring.] CC: The Trifecta is standing tall! This is the beginning of a new chapter in I-Slash history! OA: And we thank you so much for joining us for this magical moment, ladies and gentlemen! For Cordell Crane, I'm Owen Ambrose...SO LONG...FROM _NOVEMBER PAIN_!!! [Fade out on the celebration in the ring, Nate McMannis holding his World Title high for all to see.] ______ __ __ ____ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ _`\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\/ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\__ ___/\ \_\/_/ \ \___ __/\ \_____\ \___ ___/ \/_____/ \/__/ /__/ \/_/_/ \/__/ /___/ \/_____/\__/ /___/ Ozark Productions ©