_//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ The IWF/WOW logo then begins to fade, and suddenly a voice comes on, yelling... # AND EVERYONE'S A CREDIT... # With that, "Everyone's A Critic" by Bucket Truck begins to blare in the background. As it plays, clips from the events leading up to Summer Explosion VI are shown on the screen, giving fans a chance to get a little bit more pumped up for the event.] # I hope there's something about you # # better than what I see right now # # I won't insult your intelligence despite # # these recent developments # # You must be joking my mind is open in # # light of what you say # # I can't get over you # [We see clips from the previous weeks MAYHEM, as Justin Arcola and Eric Travers brawling inside the ring, taking it to each other. All the while, the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, Shane St. Clair stands on the outside.] # You wait to talk while I am speaking # # Still information is leaking # # I've got some timing problems # # So I'll send them courier # [Now clips are being shown as the Razor Ron Jeremy versus Robert d'Artois match at EGOS & ICONS, as they will meet once again, this time in the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge semi-finals.] # Everyone's a critic # # and I can't understand you # # Because you just don't get it # # and I can't stand you # [Maverick is now seen pinning Billy Rock to win a spot in the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge, thanks to Matthew Reason drilling Billy Rock with a mirror.] # Which won't stop me from talking # # about you behind your back # # You don't deserve it but still # # I cut you some slack # [We see 'the Hostile Takeover' of VP Thompson, Nate McMannis and Eric Travers inside the ring...] # You wiat because I am thinking # # Still information is leaking # # I've got some timing problems # # so I'll write a fucking book # [... as well as some more clips of Rock and Reason inside the ring ...] # Everyone's a critic # # and I can't understand you # # Because you just don't get it # # and I can't stand you # [Before the song finally comes to an end, and a huge explosion takes place, and we open up to the Summer Explosion VI logo... ] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= _________ / _____/ [IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!] \_____ \ Shane St. Clair vs Eric Travers vs Justin Arcola / \ /_______ / [INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! HELL IN THE CELL!] \/ UMMER Billy Rock vs Matthew Reason ___________ [ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE FINALS!] \_ _____/ Winner Semi-Final 1 vs Winner Semi-Final 2 | __)_ | \ [WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH - STREET FIGHT!] /_______ / the Star Crossed Lovers vs Xile \/ XPLOSION [TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!] ________ Dan Watterson vs the Idol vs the Prophet / _____/ / __ \ [ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE SEMI-FINALS!] \ |__\ \ Razor Ron Jeremy vs Robert d'Artois \_____ / \/ [ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE SEMI-FINALS!] Nate McMannis vs Maverick vs Sean Christopher ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [Suddenly, the Summer Explosion VI logo shrinks to the corner. Below it is written: Sunday August 26th, 2001 Halifax Metro Centre Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada LIVE! "Everyone's A Critic" by Bucket Truck continues to play as the screen then shows over fifteen thousand rapid fans in Halifax Metro Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. They are screaming their lungs out, waving posters, signs, flags and everything they possibly could - all in an attempt to get their faces on television.] [After several moments of panning over the arena, _loud_ fireworks above the ring begin to go off, followed by fire bursting out of the ring turnbuckles. The fans let out an even bigger pop, because they know that the sixth annual Summer Explosion is underway. The music begins to fade, and after a few more moments panning the arena, the regular voice of IWF/WOW play-by-play man Jim Robson is heard...] Jim Robson: WELCOME EVERYONE... WELCOME TO HALIFAX, CANADA... WELCOME TO SUMMER EXPLOSION VI!! [The camera continues to move around the arena. We see several signs, including "TAKEOVER TIME!", "LUMSKI RULES!", "WHERE'S JOHNNY?" and even a sign supporting Diamond Jim. Eventually, the camera moves to Robson and Anderson who are sitting at a desk at ringside.] Jim Robson: Welcome everyone to the _sixth_ annual Summer Explosion. It's birthday time for the IWF/WOW, and we're going to celebrate it by giving you an amazing show. Jack Anderson: From Billy Rock versus Matthew Reason in a Hell in a Cell, to the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge, to the triple threat match for the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship, this is one event that you cannot afford to miss. Jim Robson: And I can't imagine why anybody would want to miss it. It's history in the making. Jack Anderson: Is it ever. Jim Robson: The action is about to begin, but before it does, lets hear from Ace Hollywood, who has a few comments for the superstars and the fans of the good ol' I/W... ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [The scene opens backstage in Ace Hollywood's locker room. "The Savior" is wearing a Summer Explosion T-shirt, and Jeans. He also has black sunglasses hanging from his shirt collar. Ace is seated in a metal fold out chair, his arms resting on his knees. He looks up at the camera with a grin and begins to speak...] Ace Hollywood: Having fun yet? I didn't think so. And the scary thing is, there is still a _lot_ more to come. I know you're all kicking yourselves for ordering this "Pay-Per View spectacular", and I'm sorry. I was thinking about reimbursing all 10 of you out there who ordered tonight's event...but then a lightbulb appeared. Why not give the fans what they want to see, "The Savior" himself, Ace Hollywood. So here I am, saving the day once again. Please, hold your applause, I'm not done yet.... [Ace gets up from his chair and stretches. He lets out a "Yawn" as he grabs a clipboard lying on a table. He looks it over and shakes his head...] Ace Hollywood: I'm looking at tonight's card, and it really makes me nautious. As I look down through the names headlining the event, all I can do is pray this is some kind of sick joke. However, there is _one_ thing to get excited about... Jeremy Thranton isn't wrestling tonight. God, that would have put the icing on the cake. Whooo-e, thank the lord. Ahh, well, I'd love to go on and on, but I have better things to do. To everyone watching, I'm apologizing in advance for what you are about to see. But don't worry, you'll be seeing me again real soon. I/W...prepare to be saved... [Fade back to ringside...] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: Ace Hollywood with some words for everyone. Jack Anderson: Hey, you know what? I kinda like this guy. Jim Robson: Figures you would. Jack Anderson: What's so bad about him? Jim Robson: Ugh... I don't know. He just ozzes arrogance. Jack Anderson: Nothing wrong with that. This is pro-wrestling - you've got to be arrogant sometimes. Jim Robson: Not everyone does... what about some guys like Nate McMannis or Billy Rock? Jack Anderson: You'd call them _successful_? Jim Robson: They're the North American and Intercontinental Champions... Jack Anderson: But they aren't the _World_ Champion! Like Shane St. Clair! Oh yeah! Jim Robson: Please. Jack Anderson: St. Clair! St. Clair! St. Clair! Jim Robson: Well, tonight we're going to settle the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge. Who will step up, Jack? Who will don the crown tonight? Jack Anderson: St. Clair! St. Clair! Huh? Oh, wait, the UWC. Well, your guess is as good as mine, Jim, but we've got three of our five options about to fill that ring. Jim Robson: Certainly. The aggressive comissioner, "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, Maverick, and Sean Christopher are ready to make their presence, and their intentions, known. It's gonna break down to who wants it the most, Jack. Francine, how about some introductions? [Cut to the ring where Francine stands.] ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE SEMI-FINAL! ___) | |__| (_) | Nate McMannis vs Maverick vs Sean Christopher |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- -----------------------> WRITER: Kendel Jones <----------------------- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first semi-final match in the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge!! [POP!!] ["Rock the Party" by P.O.D. begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Grosse Pointe, Michigan standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 350 pounds, here is ... ... M A V E R I C K ! ! ! [Green laser lights fill the arena and flood the entrance as the arena lights go down and Maverick walks out backwards with his arms outstretched from his body. He has on his leather jacket with his name spelled out in gothic letters. He is wearing denim shorts, and his boots have metal plates that extend from his toes to the top of his ankle. Maverick, his head lowered and his hair in front of his face, slowly turns to the ring and drops his arms as he flips his hair out of his face. He looks out across the arena as the lights come back up and he starts the walk to the ring. He gets to the ring and removes his jacket revealing a T-shirt of some obscure rock band. We also see that his fists are taped. He drops his jacket and slides under the bottom rope ready for action.] FRANCINE: His opponent ... ["My Way" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Hollywood, California standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 275 pounds, here is ... ... S E A N C H R I S T O P H E R ! ! ! [The arena lights go off then turn red. Four loud blasts of fire fill the ring as Sean Christopher makes his way down the asile. Sean is dressed in a long red glittery robe. Sean walks to the ring stopping every few minutes to play along with the crowd. Sean finaly enters the ring and salutes the crowd with both arms raised in the air.] FRANCINE: And finally ... [The opening chords to (hEd)p.e.'s "Killing Time" blast over the PA, and the lights in the arena go out completely. When the intro ends and the guitar riff kicks in, a loud explosion goes off in the entranceway, and a black smoke cloud forms.] FRANCINE: Hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico! He stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two hundred and ninteen pounds... [As the smoke dissipates, the form of a man carrying a walking cane is revealed where the cloud was. The man is "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, and there's a bandage around his head as usual. Standing next to Nate is the "Tomorrow Girl" Natalie Rose Rogan. She wears a black cut-off t-shirt with the phrase: "TEAM MCMANNIS - PERFECTION PERSONIFIED" in glitter across the chest, skin tight black leather pants, and white thigh high boots. She is, of course, carrying her black purse, the contents of which are questionable.] # Baby, I'm a survivor! # # Baby, I'm on fire! # # Baby I'm 'bout to creep up inside ya'! # [The lyrics to "Killing Time" continue, and Nate McMannis begins walking to the ring. A spotlight focuses on him, making no hesitations in his slow gait. His ear-length, dark brown hair is parted down the center, with the bangs hanging in his face. The purple and red streaks in the wet hair give him a cold, calculating look.] FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen... accompanied by the "Tomorrow Girl" Natalie Rose Rogan ... here is the Commissioner of the IWF/WOW... ... "S U I C I D A L" N A T E M C M A N N I S ! ! ! [The crowd responds to the introduction with a huge face pop, as Nate McMannis steps in between the top and middle ropes into the ring. He holds the walking cane in his left hand to his neck, drawing attention to the tattoo of a dagger that runs across his throat... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis runs the cane along the dagger, then points it at each of his wrists displaying matching daggers on each. As the lights turn on, the audience now sees his ring attire, consisting of red elbowpads, purple wrist tape, black pant-length wrestling tights, and black boots. The tights have red and purple spiralling designs on them. He places the cane in the corner of the ring, and as he bends down, his well-defined body stretches, but simply stands erect once again, revealing the same scowl on his face that has been there since he entered the arena. The music fades out.] Jim Robson: Well, the gang's all here. I say we sketch this one into the record books. DING DING DING Jim Robson: McMannis nods as Natalie gives him some words of encouragement, this hops off the apron. Sean Christopher comes up from behind. No he's not going to attack, he grabs McMannis by the shoulder and spins him around. There's some shouting going on. [SMACK!] Jim Robson: Oh! McMannis just cracked him right across the jaw! Christopher grabs his chin and stumbles away ... RIGHT INTO THE BURLY PHYSIQUE OF MAVERICK! [Maverick wraps his arms around Christopher's entire body, including his arms.] Jim Robson: BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! [McMannis crouches, waiting for Maverick to stand.] Jim Robson: McMannis dropkicks Maverick in his left knee from behind! Maverick crumbles to the mat! McMannis immediately stomps at his knee! Repeatedly and ruthlessly! Christopher is regaining his composure now. Jack Anderson: You gotta agree that Christopher is the underdog here. But I will say he's gotten back into the game recently. I may not like his attitude, but there's some talent in those motions. The kid could have what it takes. Jim Robson: I agree completely. All he needs is the passion. McMannis turns around to the underdog, as he's been termed, and kicks him in the bread basket! Whoa now! Christopher caught his ankle! MCMANNIS WITH AN ENZIGURI! AND CHRISTOPHER DUCKS IT! McMannis lands flat on his face and Sean Christopher capitalizes with a knee drop across the back of his head! Maverick grabs the middle rope and yanks himself to his feet. He massages that ankle for a moment. Clothesline to Christopher, who ducks! He spins and pops Maverick in the temple with a right hook! Another! Another! DROPKICK SENDS MAVERICK REELING INTO THE CORNER! Christopher picks up McMannis and whips him straight into Maverick! Jack Anderson: MAVERICK CAUGHT HIM! Jim Robson: HE LIFTS MCMANNIS OVER HIS HEAD! CHRISTOPHER COMES OVER AND BEGINS KICKING MAVERICK IN THE GUT! OVER AND OVER, BUT HE'S STILL HOLDING MCMANNIS IN THE AIR! [POP!!] Jack Anderson: That's POWER! Jim Robson: MAVERICK DROPPED MCMANNIS ON TOP OF CHRISTOPHERS HEAD! [McMannis lies atop Christopher's back.] Jim Robson: That'll fold your neck up like an accordian. Maverick grabs the comissioner by the hair and flings him across the ring. McMannis jumps onto the second turnbuckle, catapults himself onto the top rope! MOONSAULT FROM THE THIRD ROPE ONTO A STANDING MAVERICK! And it takes him right off his feet! McMannis darts for the corner again. Obviously the sky is where this man does is damage. He jumps just as quickly as he climbed! [BOOM!] Jack Anderson: Well, we know where he's targeting Maverick now. Jim Robson: Exactly! He hit a legdrop across Maverick's left knee, that very same knee he focused on in the Stairway To Hell match at End of the World 5! McMannis picks up Christopher and turns him toward the crowd. HE BACKDROPS CHRISTOPHER ONTO MAVERICK'S KNEE! [Maverick grabs his leg and writhes across the ring. He backs into the corner and sits, trying to heal.] Jim Robson: McMannis is not giving him a moment's peace! HE CHARGES IN AT MAVERICK! A BRONCO BUSTER! [GASP!] Jim Robson: MAVERICK LIFTED HIS LEG AND CAUGHT MCMANNIS SQUARE BETWEEN THE LEGS! Jack Anderson: Maverick's a murderer! Jim Robson: Why is that? Jack Anderson: He just killed any chance McMannis ever had of reproducing! Jim Robson: Clever, Jack. [Maverick pulls himself up and hobbles toward Sean Christopher. He lifts him to his feet, then scoops him over his shoulder.] Jim Robson: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Christopher melts into the canvass! Maverick turns his attention again toward McMannis. He whips him across the ring. MCMANNIS BASEBALL SLIDES BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND KICKS THE PRONE CHRISTOPHER RIGHT IN THE HEAD! He knips up! Maverick turns around! [CRACK!] Jim Robson: ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Maverick turns his back to McMannis, who jumps on his shoulders! Maverick is carrying the comissioner around on his shoulders, and McMannis is assaulting his head with a flurry of punches! Maverick walks over to the corner and grabs the ropes. McMannis, with amazing balance, is STANDING ON MAVERICK'S SHOULDERS!! [The crowd rises. Flash bulbs pop. McMannis slowly turns to face the ring.] Jim Robson: MCMANNIS JUST JUMPED FROM MAVERICK'S SHOULDERS!! [BOOM!!] Jim Robson: AND MISSED A TWISTING BODY ATTACK, AS SEAN CHRISTOPHER ROLLED AWAY!! [Maverick immediately bursts out of the corner. He hops over McMannis and grabs Christopher by the throat who suddenly begins patting Maverick on the chest, trying to calm him down.] Jack Anderson: Now what's going on here? Is Christopher trying to talk his way out of this? Jim Robson: It looks that way. And now Maverick has released his grip. [McMannis continues to try and recover.] Jim Robson: AND THEY'RE SHAKING HANDS! SEAN CHRISTOPHER AND MAVERICK ARE SHAKING HANDS! Jack Anderson: GENIUS! That kid is getting smarter every time I see him! Jim Robson: They're circling McMannis. Oh man, the agressive comissioner doesn't even know what's happening. [McMannis backs up as he sees Maverick walking toward him. In fact, he backs right into the arms of Sean Christopher.] Jim Robson: CHRISTOPHER WITH AN ATOMIC DROP! NO, HE PLACES MCMANNIS ON THE SHOULDERS OF MAVERICK AND GRABS A HANDFUL OF HIS HAIR! AN ASSISTED POWERBOMB!! [McMannis was folded in half.] Jim Robson: What impact! They're not giving McMannis room to breath here. Christopher pulls him up. Vertical suplex! JACKHAMMER! [BOOM!] Jim Robson: GOOD GOD! MAVERICK FOLLOWED UP WITH A SPLASH AFTER BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES! [Maverick bends over, points to his knee, then points at McMannis, shouting angrily.] Jim Robson: Maverick has taken great exception to McMannis trying to injure that leg. He pulls McMannis up and shoves him into the corner. Sean Christopher gets a running start from across the ring. BUT MAVERICK CUTS HIM OFF! HE GRABS CHRISTOPHER BY THE THROAT, READY TO FINISH THE JOB HE STARTED! [POP!!!] Jack Anderson: OH MY GOD! Jim Robson: HE JUST CHOKESLAMMED CHRISTOPHER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! [Sean Christopher lies motionless near the ring apron.] Jim Robson: RUTHLESS! The man is RUTHLESS! [Maverick wraps both hands around McMannis's neck and pulls him out of the corner. He hoists him into the air. Then ... ] Jim Robson: SIT-DOWN CHOKEBOMB!! The man is a MONSTER! [Both of Maverick's opponents lay still as he lumbers around the ring, shouting at the fan's and hyping himself up. He points at Natalie Rose Rogan, then to his crotch, indicating that he's a real man.] Jim Robson: He goes back to McMannis, whips him across the ring ... BIG WICKED BOOT TO THE FACE!! MCMANNIS SPIRALED THROUGH THE AIR!! Jack Anderson: [laughing] It's almost unfair, Jim! It's like a big brother bullying around his siblings! Hah hah hah hah hah!! Jim Robson: Maverick is once again showboating, and while he does have a lot to brag about, I bet it'd be wiser of him to do it AFTER the match. [Maverick grabs McMannis by the hair and drags him around the ring. McMannis's legs are rubber and he can barely keep up. Maverick stands by the ropes, then chokes McMannis. He lifts him into the air and ... ] Jim Robson: ANOTHER CHOKESLAM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! [POP!!] Jim Robson: NO! SEAN CHRISTOPHER JABS MAVERICK IN THE STOMACH WITH HIS CHAIR, "REDEMPTION", FROM OUTSIDE THE RING! THE REF DIDN'T NOTICE! [Maverick drops McMannis to the mat and doubles over, grabbing the ropes.] [BANG!!] Jim Robson: HAVE MERCY! CHRISTOPHER JUST BASHED HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!! [Christopher slides into the ring and covers Maverick.] 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jim Robson: MCMANNIS MAKES THE SAVE WITH A DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE ACROSS CHRISTOPHER'S BACK! He lifts Christopher tosses him through the ropes, too the floor! Again Christopher exits the ring unceremoniously! McMannis places Maverick's left leg across the bottom rope. He climbs to the top rope himself ... [GASP!!] Jim Robson: MCMANNIS FROG SPLASHES MAVERICK'S LEFT KNEE!! HE COULD'VE BROKEN THE DAMN THING RIGHT THERE!! Jack Anderson: This bloodthirsty animal is who we answer to? THIS is our comissioner?! [McMannis picks up Sean Christopher's chair. He takes Maverick's leg, opens the chair, and slides the leg right through. He closes the chair and once again places it on the bottom rope.] Jim Robson: He's out to break it! McMannis is out to break that leg! Once again he's climbing to the top rope! [Maverick manages to quickly stand. He limps over to the ropes, still with the chair clamped around his leg. He waits for McMannis to turn around and ... ] [BANG!!!] Jim Robson: GOOD LORD ABOVE!! MAVERICK JUST LIFTED THAT HUGE LEG AND KICKED MCMANNIS UPSIDE THE HEAD!! MCMANNIS FALLS!!! [_Hard_. He hits the concrete floor with nothing to cushion the fall, and rolls underneath the broadcast table.] Jim Robson: Nate McMannis is right here at our feet, Jack! Jack Anderson: Well don't just lay there, Nate! KNEEL! Hah hah! Jim Robson: I assume the referee is being leniant because of the nature and significance of this match, but there's gotta be a point where enough is enough. What kind of condition are our finalists going to be in if things like this keep happening? [Sean Christopher climbs back into the ring and approaches Maverick from behind.] Jim Robson: COBRA CLUTCH!! CHRISTOPHER DIVES FORWARD AND DRIVES THE BACK OF MAVERICK'S HEAD INTO THE CANVASS!! AND JUST LIKE THAT SEAN CHRISTOPHER IS BACK IN THE HUNT!! [Christopher hooks Maverick's legs, crosses them, and turns him over.] Jim Robson: IT'S A TEXAS CLOVERLEAF, AND IT'S SINCHED IN!! SEAN CHRISTOPHER WANTS TO PUT THIS ONE IN THE BOOKS RIGHT NOW! [McMannis fights for composure. He's using every ounce of strength he has to get it together.] Jim Robson: Maverick is reaching for the ropes, but he's too far away, and that knee is too badly beaten! [McMannis makes it to the ring and grabs the bottom rope. He pulls himself onto the apron and rolls into the ring. Then, the crazy on of a bitch, he begins climbing to the top rope once again with a grim curl on his lips.] Jim Robson: McMannis is back in it, but what is that lunatic up to! ... MCMANNIS JUMPS OFF AND HITS A BULLDOG FROM BEHIND ON CHRISTOPHER!!! [POP!!] Jim Robson: McMannis begins kicking at Maverick now, and kicks him completely out of the ring! He climbs out after him! There's a score to be settled here! The ref is still checking on Sean Christopher! [McMannis grabs Christopher's chair off the apron and waits patiently. Maverick stands with his back turned. McMannis dives down behind him.] Jim Robson: HE CLIPS MAVERICK WITH THE CHAIR!! [McMannis grabs Maverick's legs and begins dragging him up the ring stairs. He slides under the bottom rope, still holding onto Maverick's ankle.] Jim Robson: MCMANNIS HAS A SPINNING TOE HOLD ON MAVERICK AROUND THE RING POST! [The crowd is flipping out as Maverick reaches for anything at all to pull him out of this.] Jim Robson: Showboat NOW, Maverick! [Sean Christopher quietly slides out of the ring as the referee questions Maverick. He grabs "Redemption" and slides back in. He walks up behind McMannis.] [BANG!!!] Jim Robson: CHRISTOPHER JUST DRILLED THE COMMISSIONER!!! [McMannis falls backwards, like a statue toppling over. Christopher drops down for the pin and Maverick slides off the stairs. After a couple of seconds, the ref slides in.] 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jim Robson: MCMANNIS, IMPOSSIBLY, KICKS OUT!! THAT'S UNHEARD OF!! COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF!! [Christopher can't believe it. He questions the referee, pounding his hands together.] Jim Robson: Maverick climbs back into the ring, hobbling. He kicks Christopher upside the head! He lifts McMannis over his head! HE'S GONNA THROW HIM OUT OF THE RING! [The fans rise.] Jim Robson: NO! He straddles him on the top rope and drives a forearm into his jaw! McMannis falls forward and flips onto his back, landing back in the ring! Maverick picks him up ... CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP!! McMannis lands on the apron! Maverick kicks him off! He climbs out after him! [Maverick pulls McMannis up by the wrist.] Jim Robson: Whip into the steel post ... no, reversal! Maverick goes into ... NO REVERSAL AGAIN!! HE WHIPS MCMANNIS INTO--- Jack Anderson: DUCK!!! [KLANG! CRASH!] [ ... Silence ... ] [McMannis flipped over the broadcast table. He narrowly avoided Robson and Anderson.] Jim Robson: You alright, Jack? Jack Anderson: What the HELL?! Do I look like I speak Spanish?! Leave this table alone! [Maverick comes around behind the announcers and pulls McMannis back to the ring. He lifts him onto the apron, then places him on the top turnbuckle in a sitting position. Maverick hopes through the ropes and ... ] Jim Robson: MCMANNIS CATCHES HIM WITH A BULLDOG!!! [Nate jumps back up and scales the turnbuckles once more.] Jim Robson: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jim Robson: MAVERICK KICKS OUT!! MAVERICK KICKS OUT!! [Suddenly a commotion in the crowd stirs. The camera cuts away and we see ... ] Jack Anderson: What? Jim Robson: Is that ... hey that's Mickey Charmer! And he's sitting next to Sean Christopher's girlfriend! [Christopher notices this and leans over the top rope, yelling at charmer. McMannis comes up from behind.] Jim Robson: REVERSE DDT ON CHRISTOPHER!! MCMANNIS CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE!! [POP!!!] ... SUICIDE SPLASH!!! Jim Robson: THE COVER!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jim Robson: HERE COMES MAVERICK!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! Jim Robson: NOT IN TIME!! DING DING DING FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and who will advance into the finals of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge ... ["Killing Time" by (hed) PE plays.] ... "S U I C I D A L" N A T E M C M A N N I S ! ! ! [Natale Rose Rogan pulls Nate out of the ring and the two celebrate going up the aisle. The crowd roars. Maverick, out of frustration, stomps Christopher repeatedly until the referee threatens serious action. He then shoves the ref aside and leaves.] Jim Robson: Well there you have it. One half of the finals is set. Nate McMannis will meet the winner of the Robert d'Artois - Razor Ron Jeremy match! Man, what kind of condition will any of these men be in after these matches? Jack Anderson: God only knows. Jim Robson: Robert d'Artois is backstage now. Lets hear from him. ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [The scene is in the locker rooms. Robert d'Artois is standing, his bodyguards Alexander Dubois and Lugen Karnovasch behind him, with Anthony Edwards.] Anthony Edwards: Tonight, Robert d'Artois, it'll be for the second time, against Razor Ron Jeremy. Last time it was at Egos and Icons, and you lost... Robert d'Artois: I didn't lose! I was stolen of a victory by an unworthy opponent! Anthony Edwards: Sorry... Any comments on the upcoming match? Robert d'Artois: I will take back what is rightfully mine. I shall take back that victory, and for two good reasons. First, because it's the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge, and that it is my mission to win it once again, for the good of my name, and for the good of the IWF/WOW. This is a wrestling competition, it shall be won by the greatest wrestler of this organization. Secondly, because at Egos and Icons, Razor Ron Jeremy hurt my pride, he stole a win from me, he did actions that he never should have done... And for that, he shall pay. Ultimate Wrestling Challenge or not, I would have asked for this rematch. It happens tonight, high prizes at stakes, and justice shall be done. [He pauses, then continues.] Robert d'Artois: Razor Ron Jeremy never could beat me... He had to put a disgrace of a match, a street fight, to get a victory, and there again, he had to steal it, to cheat to earn what even the lowest of the lowlifes of the IWF/WOW would never call a win... Tonight, in a wrestling match, in the tournament that I made, I shall battle him once again... But this time, everything shall be right in the best of worlds, because Robert d'Artois will walk out of the match the winner. Anthony Edwards: Anything else that you wish to be said? Robert d'Artois: There's nothing more to be said... But the thing is sure, if you consider Razor Ron Jeremy to be a man, then, definitely, I must be a God! [Robert d'Artois walks out of the room, followed by his bodyguards.] Anthony Edwards: d'Artois is ready for his match tonight. [Suddenly, Nate McMannis, fresh off of his match, walks in backstage.] Anthony Edwards: Nate... [McMannis looks at Edwards.] Anthony Edwards: Nate McMannis, you have advanced to the finals of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge. You will be facing either Razor Ron Jeremy or Robert d'Artois... how do you feel about your chances in this match? [Nate looks at Edwards, and takes the microphone out of his hands. He then pushes Edwards off camera and the camera focuses on the North American Champion.] Nate McMannis: One down. One to go. [He reaches up and begins removing his bandages from his head.] Nate McMannis: Razor Ron Jeremy, Robert d'Artois... one of you fuckers is going to go down tonight. It's that simple. [He takes the head-wrapping and throws it on the ground. For the first time in nearly two months, we see his red and purple highlighted hair once more.] Nate McMannis: I don't need that shit anymore. I'm gonna get concussions whether I'm wearing that on my head or not because of the crap I do in the ring. I just proved that the Giant Redneck and Sean Christopher aren't in my league... and I'm gonna show somebody in the finals that I ain't a God in the wrestling ring, but I _am_ the next best thing. I'm gonna show the world that I'm Mister Fucking UWC, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it... concussions be damned. [His eyes glaze over, in anger.] Nate McMannis: Whoever wins... well, the McMannis express is waiting to beat some ass. Come get your ass addressed, bitch. [He walks off camera.] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: Well, the night is off to a hot start, and the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge final is taking shape, with McMannis taking a step by Maverick and Sean Christopher and the winner of this match coming face to face with the commish, but Jack, this is more than just a formality of the semi-finals. This is the culmination of a conflict that was a serious candidate for feud of the half-year in the Golden Turnbuckle Awards. Ron prevailed when the two locked horns at EGOS & ICONS, but this time there's even more incentive than bragging rights for Robert d'Artois. He's laying the foundation for his _second_ reign as the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge winner. But there is still an issue between these two. In fact, Razor Ron Jeremy and Robert d'Artois are going to settle their score in just a few minutes. Jack Anderson: Jim, all week long I've heard people raving about the triple threat world title match tonight. I've stepped over puddles of saliva as people drooled waiting for tonight's Hell in the Cell massacre. While I'm just as anxious as anyone else to see how those matches play out, this is the one I've been personally anticipating. We've sat here and talked our way through RRJ's shenanigans and silly games long enough. It's time that Robert d'Artois showed him what a _serious_ wrestler can do. A _real_ wrestler. Jim Robson: Well I don't know if I agree that RRJ isn't as serious about his job as d'Artois is, but I guess what's what we're about to find out. The only thing between us and the answer to that are the introductions, so let's get those out of the way. Francine? [Cut to the ring where Francine waits.] ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE SEMI-FINAL! ___) | |__| (_) | Razor Ron Jeremy vs Robert d'Artois |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- ---------------------------> WRITER: Brian <-------------------------- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a semi-final match in the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge! [POP!] FRANCINE: The winner of this match will advance to the finals later tonight! ["Toward The Pantheon" by Emperor begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, seemingly not deciding exactly what to do. From the backstage area come two men, large, dressed in black suits with black shirts and dark blue ties. The one on the left has dark black hair, and his face is kind of whiter, without much tan. The other one's hair goes more toward shades of brown, but is also not much tanned and has a large scar on the left side of his face. They are smiling, while slowly walking toward the ring. A graphic underneath the image informs us that the dark-haired one is Lugen Karnovasch and the scarred one is Alexander Dubois. They quickly hop in the ring and Karnovasch violently takes the microphone from Francine, while Alexander Dubois pushes her aside. Karnovasch smiles and adress the crowd. The music stops.] LUGEN KARNOVASCH : Ladies and gentlemen... Now is the time... Now, the man that you've all paid to see will be coming down the aisle... Here is a man who's already tasted the glory, here is a man who is now know as a legend, here is a man who's making his path toward the Pantheon of Wrestling... From the royal city of Orleans, France... At 6'0'', 230 lbs... Representing the House of Artois, here is the master of wrestling... Please stand up and give an astounding round of applause for somebody who is a God Among Men... ... R O B E R T D ' A R T O I S ! ! ! ["Toward The Pantheon" by Emperor start to play once again over the loudspeakers. The lights start to dim a little bit, and turn to complete blackness. A golden trail is then lighted over the alley, with the symbols of the House of Artois in the middle of it (a dark blue herald, with a golden crown and a fleur-de-lys). Out from the back comes out a man, well built, wearing a black singlet with, in the front, the logo of the House of Artois. He wears black wrestling boots. Over this attire, he wears a black robe with his logo on the back, in the same tones as on the other places. He has long hair, worn in a ponytail, and has a small goatee. He smiles, but ignores the fans on his way to the ring. He slowly climbs the ringsteps, and climbs in the ring while Dubois and Karnovasch are holding down the ropes for him. He shakes their hands and then goes toward his corner, and waits there for the match to start.] FRANCINE: And his opponent ... PA: CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!!!!! [The opening horn of "Daterape" by Sublime begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd pops!] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, USA, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, here is... ... 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 starts dancing ska down to ringside. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants, homemade tie-dye T-shirt, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks," "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside and pulls Bootie out from under the ring. For the fans amusement he sticks it onto the turnbuckle.] Jack Anderson: A boot. The man has a bond with an old smelly boot. Jim Robson: You just realized this? Jack Anderson: And he's a former world champion. Jim Robson: Where have you _been_? Jack Anderson: This guy belongs in a padded room, not a wrestling ring. DING DING DING Jim Robson: Razor Ron Jeremy wants to get his hands on Robert d'Artois, and as of the sound of that bell, it's _all_ legal! [Referee Geoff Cartwright leans over the top rope and points at Lugen Karnovasch and Andrew Dubois as he yells to Francine. d'Artois seems perturbed by this, and RRJ approaches to see what's going on. FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, because of the significance of this match, referee Geoff Cartwright has BANNED Lugen Karnovasch ... [POP!!] FRANCINE: ... and Andrew Dubois [POP!!] FRANCINE: ... from ringside! Jim Robson: Great call! Great officiating from Geoff Cartwright! Jack Anderson: That's preposterous! They were just spectators! Jim Robson: Then tell them to buy a ticket, Jack! [RRJ jogs around the ring and grabs bootie, pumping the footwear in the air, grinning from ear to ear as the crowd goes berzerk. Robert d'Artois is irate and letting Cartwright know about it. RRJ places bootie back on the turnbuckle and creeps around the ring.] Jim Robson: d'Artois grabs Cartwright by the collar, and he's shaking him! Jack Anderson: Careful, Robert. Don't get yourself disqualified! Jim Robson: RAZOR RON ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!! 1 2 THRRR--- Jim Robson: NO!! [Fans groan.] Jim Robson: d'Artois popped out at the very last second! RRJ backs up and waits for d'Artois to recover. He stands and dusts himself off. Turns around. RRJ DELIVERS A FLYING FOREARM! d'Artois has nowhere to go but on his back! RRJ pulls Robert's top half up by a handful of hair and starts driving his fist into the side of his head from behind! d'Artois rolls across the ring. Trying to stay mobile is his only defense from the former I/W World Heavyweight Champion. [d'Artois manages to stand and support himself against the corner, staring into the crowd.] Jim Robson: RRJ SPLASHES HIM IN THE CORNER!! [Robert's eyes nearly pop out of his skull. RRJ pulls him into the air and atomic drops him onto the top turnbuckle, d'Artois' legs straddling either side. RRJ turns his back on him and pulls the back of his neck onto his right shoulder. He drops!] Jim Robson: NECKBREAKER!! A NECKBREAKER OFF THE TOP ROPE!! RRJ climbs to the second rope as d'Artois kicks his legs and clutches his neck! RRJ throws his arms in the air and jumps!! A FLYING BONZAI DROP!! [BOOM!] Jack Anderson: d'Artois moved!! He moved!! Jim Robson: And RRJ is writhing on the canvass, massaging his tail bone! d'Artois scurries to his feet and kicks RRJ in the small of his back! He's flat on his face now! d'Artois with a diving elbow! He grabs RRJ around the waist and forces his up. German suplex! There was a nasty curl to RRJ's back when that one hit! And he rolls out of the ring. NOW tell me it wasn't a good idea for referee Cartwright to ban Lugen and Dubois from ringside. Jack Anderson: Why? I'm sure they would've been concerned about RRJ. I hear Lugen Karnovasch is an accomplished masseur. He might've been able to loosen things up back there for Ron. Jim Robson: Yeah, I'm sure. d'Artois climbs out of the ring and grabs RRJ by the hair. [BONG!!] Jim Robson: SLAMS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE STAIRS!! RRJ drops to his knees! d'Artois backs up a few steps. HE CHARGES! [BONG!!] Jim Robson: Oh my God! Jack Anderson: He drove his knee into the back of RRJ's skull, smashing his head into the steps again in the process! One more time, Robert! One more time! Jim Robson: d'Artois now pulls the stairs out of their position, just a few feet away from the ring. He drapes RRJ's body face down along the length of them. AND NOW HE'S GOING TO THE APRON! [The crowd rises.] Jim Robson: D'ARTOIS JUST CLIMBED TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!! [Flashes begin to glimmer throughout the spectrum.] Jim Robson: ROBERT D'ARTOIS LAUNCHES HIMSELF THROUGH THE AIR FOR A FLYING LEGDROP!! [BONG!!] Jim Robson: RAZOR RON JEREMY ROLLED AWAY!! THERE WAS NOTHING BETWEEN D'ARTOIS AND THE STAIRS!! NOT A GOD FORESAKEN THING!! Jack Anderson: d'Artois' ENTIRE body collided with those stairs from at least nine feet in the air!! [d'Artois is unresponsive. His body, like sludge, pours down the steps slowly and melts onto the floor.] Jim Robson: RRJ wraps his arms around the ring post to hold himself up. This match has already become a train wreck! He lifts the stairs and ... [BONG!] Jim Robson: He drops them! RRJ's back can't support the weight! BUT HE'S GOING TO VALIANTLY TRY AGAIN! RRJ GRITS HIS TEETH AND PICKS IT UP! [The crowd ROARS!] [BONG!] Jim Robson: HE DROPPED IT ON D'ARTOIS' TORSO!! [The stairs bounce off d'Artois' body and tip sideways. RRJ limps toward his opponent.] Jim Robson: Amazing recovery by RRJ. He pulls d'Artois up by the hair and bear hugs him. He manages to lift his feet off the ground ... AND FALLS BACKWARD!! [THUD!] Jim Robson: A HOT SHOT ACROSS THE SAFETY RAILING!! [The fans race to the front and start patting RRJ on the back.] Jim Robson: He rolls d'Artois back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. d'Artois pushes off the canvass and comes to his knees. RRJ climbs through the ropes. HE KICKS D'ARTOIS IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL! d'Artois falls face down! RRJ backs into the corner! He staggers out! HE LEGDROPS D'ARTOIS ACROSS THE HEAD!! He locks d'Artois into a front face lock, bringing him to his feet. Looks like a DDT! [GASP!] Jim Robson: D'ARTOIS PULLS OUT A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, BUT HE CAN'T SUSTAIN THE BRIDGE FOR THE PIN! HE JUST DRAPES HIS ARM OVER RRJ! 1 . . 2 . . Jim Robson: RRJ reaches into the air and stops the count! d'Artois groggily rolls across RRJ's body and hooks his shins in his arms! He stands and turns RRJ over! BOSTON CRAB! This is going to do a lot more damage to RRJ's lower back and tail bone! He modifies it, putting a leg between RRJ's and crossing them over! WE NOW HAVE A SHARPSHOOTER! Jack Anderson: Or in Robert d'Artois' dictionary, the Purgatory! Jim Robson: That's exactly right! They're ALL Robert d'Artois originals if you ask him! He is really leaning into RRJ's back! This has GOT to be killing him, and it's right in the center of the ring! [The side of RRJ's face is rubbing against the canvass. His eyes are open, but he doesn't look there at all. A drop of saliva glistens on the corner of his mouth. Somehow, he manages to turn his head and look straight ahead toward the ropes.] Jim Robson: He's showing life! That is a very good thing! Jack Anderson: Yes. FINALLY a sign of life from RRJ. Albeit, not intelligent life. Jim Robson: Do you EVER say anything complimentary? Jack Anderson: Hmmm. Hey, Robert d'Artois' hair is lookin' good tonight. Jim Robson: Ah, yes. The sign of wrestling excellence. Good hair. [RRJ begins to pound his fist against the mat, but is obviously not tapping out, even though d'Artois looks over his shoulder just to make sure. He proceedes to lean further back, his back almost touching RRJ's.] Jim Robson: I've never seen ANYONE stretched like this! He's turning RRJ into putty right before our eyes! [The crowd begins to clap in in sinc with RRJ's pounding. He begins nodding his head with his eyes closed and his teeth clinched.] Jim Robson: RRJ IS GONNA MAKE A BREAK FOR IT! [Robert d'Artois shakes his head "no", profusely, as RRJ pulls himself across the ring, miraculously sustaining the force of the Purgatory.] Jack Anderson: Remember, Jim! This is an Ultimate Wrestling Challenge match! One of these guys still has another match tonight! Jim Robson: Well I'd venture to say that Nate McMannis, our commissioner, is in a little better shape than either one of these men at this point and time. [RRJ grasps at the bottom rope. He's nearly there. Just a few ... ... more ... ... inches.] Jim Robson: HE'S GOT IT! Jack Anderson: NO! Jim Robson: HE'S FADING OUT! HIS FINGERS SLIPPED FROM THE ROPE! RRJ'S LIGHTS ARE GETTING DIM! [RRJ's head falls to the mat again. His eyes close. His arm gives way.] Jim Robson: I can't believe what I'm seeing here! Robert d'Artois is nodding his head rapidly with a huge grin on his face! The referee picks up RRJ's wrist, holds his arm ... and drops it! 1 Jim Robson: That's once! He lifts it again! 2 Jim Robson: It falls a second time! One more time and we're gonna see McMannis vs. d'Artois in the finals! [d'Artois leans even further back. Pulling with all his strength. RRJ's body actually scoots a bit closer to the ropes.] Jim Robson: Cartwright lifts RRJ's arm one last time, and I think it's all over Jack! [POP!!!!!] Jim Robson: GOOD ... GOD!! Jack Anderson: NO WAY! NO WAY! THE MAN IS UNCONSCIOUS! [After leaning further back, d'Artois moved RRJ's body closer to the ropes. As the ref dropped his arm for a third time, it landed .......... ... on the bottom rope.] Jim Robson: Unbelievable! Un-freakin-believable! Jack Anderson: The man is OUT! He doesn't even know where he is! This match should be stopped at once and awarded to Robert d'Artois! Jim Robson: And d'Artois is furious! He's accusing Cartwright of placing RRJ's arm on the rope! [Referee Cartwright is jawing back and forth with d'Artois.] Jim Robson: It's actually d'Artois' own fault! If he hadn't leaned back, this match would be over! He'd be in the finals! [d'Artois shoves Cartwright and turns his attention back to RRJ. He pulls his lifeless body up and shoves his head between his legs.] Jim Robson: d'Artois spins RRJ into the air, onto his shoulders! He's gonna hit the La Bombe d'Artois! [POP!] Jim Robson: HELL NO!! HELL NO!! RRJ JUST HIT HIM BETWEEN THE EYES WITH A RIGHT HAND!! Jack Anderson: BUT BEHOLD THE STRENGTH OF D'ARTOIS!! HE HASN'T DROPPED HIM!! Jim Robson: RRJ HITS HIM AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! Jack Anderson: HE'S STILL HOLDING HIM UP!! [RRJ bellows out to the crowd in no particular rhythm, throws his arm into the air and ... ] Jim Robson: BIONIC ELBOW!!! BIONIC ELBOW!!! [d'Artois falls to his back with RRJ landing on his chest. He reaches back and hooks the leg.] 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . 3!!! Jim Robson: NO! NO! NOT THREE BUT CLOSE! BUT D'ARTOIS IS _BITING_ ... I REPEAT, _BITING_ RRJ IN THE ... THE ... THE ... Jack Anderson: THE BALLS, JIM!! THE SACK!! THE SPUDS!! THE APPLE DUMPLING GANG!! [RRJ screams at the top of his lungs ... almost like ... a girl. But really, wouldn't you? RRJ quickly leaps to his feet and pounces around the ring, holding his crotch with both hands. He stops in the corner and pulls the front of his sweat pants down, looking into his pants.] Jim Robson: They still there? [RRJ lets go of the waistband and his head falls back. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and gives a thumbs up to the crowd.] Jim Robson: I guess everything that was there before is still there. Jack Anderson: Too bad he can't say the same thing for his brain. [RRJ stalks out of the corner, and he's coming for revenge. d'Artois is on his hands and knees, but his rear end is facing RRJ.] Jim Robson: RRJ BURSTS OUT OF THE CORNER! [OOOOOOOHH!!!] Jim Robson: FIELD GOAL!! BETWEEN THE UPRIGHTS!! WHAT'S THE CALL, JACK Jack Anderson: [almost crying] It's good, Jim. Oh God, it's good. Jim Robson: RRJ scoops him up! AND HE HANGS HIM UPSIDE DOWN IN THE CORNER! IT'S THE TREE OF WOE! [RRJ jogs across the ring, assumes a three point stance, and erupts.] Jim Robson: HERE HE COMES!! [KLANG!!] Jim Robson: HE SPEARED HIM!! RRJ SPEARED D'ARTOIS IN THE TREE OF WOE!! [RRJ comes out of the corner holding the small of his back again. d'Artois oozes to the canvass.] Jim Robson: I'm very concerned over RRJ's back, Jack. Jack Anderson: Well it's not looking good, but he knew what d'Artois was capable of doing to him! I feel NO sympathy for this freak! Jim Robson: RRJ puts the boots to d'Artois again, kicking him out of the ring! He climbs onto the apron. d'Artois landed on his back. [RRJ walks over to Bootie, rubs it and ... kisses it? For luck we guess. He lifts his arms into the air and ...] Jim Robson: RAZOR RON JEREMY SPLASHED D'ARTOIS FROM THE APRON!! MY GOD! [Referee Cartwright climbs out of the ring to follow the action.] Jim Robson: It doesn't matter who wins this match, Jack! My money is on McMannis! Jack Anderson: I hate to agree with you, Jim ... so I won't! Jim Robson: RRJ is in serious pain right now! These are risks he does not need to be taking! He pulls d'Artois to his feet, lifting weight he can barely sustain! He's gonna whip him into the safety railing! NO! D'ARTOIS REVERSES IT AND SENDS RRJ TOWARD THE RING APRON! [THUD!] Jim Robson: CRAP! Jack Anderson: DISQUALIFY RRJ! DO IT NOW! Jim Robson: Referee Cartwright was caught between RRJ and the ring apron! He took the entire brunt of it, and he's out cold! RRJ turns around ... [CRACK!] Jim Robson: SUPERKICK!! d'Artois caught him right in the jaw! [The crowd rises near the aisle and begins to jeer.] Jim Robson: Oh man! I was afraid of this! Here come Lugen Karnovash and Andrew Dubois! [d'Artois waves them down as he the throws RRJ into the ring. All three men climb in after him, but Lugen carries a chair.] Jim Robson: Lugen offers the chair to d'Artois! The two bodyguards hold the limp RRJ up by the shoulders! [CRACK!!] Jim Robson: D'ARTOIS BENT THAT CHAIR RIGHT OVER RRJ'S SKULL!! [RRJ falls to his knees, but Lugen and Andrew continue holding him up. d'Artois takes a couple of steps back, then drives forward off his back leg.] [CRACK-ACK-ACK!!!] Jim Robson: THIS IS SICKENING!! THAT SHOT ECHOED!! THE SOUND OF STEEL AGAINST RAZOR RON JEREMY'S SKULL JUST ECHOED THROUGHOUT THIS ARENA!! Jack Anderson: It's music to the ears, isn't it, Jim? [d'Artois orders Lugen and Dubois to roll RRJ onto his stomach. They do so. d'Artois lifts the chair over his head.] [CRACK!!!] Jim Robson: GOD!! THE TWISTED METAL OF THAT CHAIR, RIGHT INTO THE SMALL OF RRJ'S BACK!! And look at all three men, strolling around the ring like they own it! Smiling and raising each other's arms as if this crowd appreciates what they've done! [d'Artois grabs Bootie off the post and kneels down in front of RRJ. Lugen holds RRJ's face up by his hair. A stream of blood slides down his face, over his nose, and off his lips. d'Artois looks at Bootie, then RRJ once more.] Jim Robson: DAMN HIM!! DAMN ROBERT D'ARTOIS!! HE JUST CRACKED RRJ ACROSS THE FACE WITH BOOTIE!! Jack Anderson: BOOTIE HAS TURNED ON RRJ!! BOOTIE HAS TURNED HIS BACK ON RRJ!! HE'S WITH D'ARTOIS NOW! Jim Robson: Oh it has NOT, Jack! It's a BOOT, remember? Jack Anderson: Oh ... yeah. [d'Artois drops the boot next to RRJ's head and continues celebrating what he feels is an imminent victory.] Jim Robson: This is disgusting. [A chant begins to rise in the arena.] FANS: R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! [d'Artois, Karnovasch, and Dubois cover their ears, screaming for the crowd to shut up.] FANS: R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! R-R-J!!! Jim Robson: Wait, Jack. Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing? [RRJ's arm just lashed out and grabbed Bootie.] Jack Anderson: Oh Lord! Please let me be under the influence of narcotics! Please don't let that REALLY be RRJ's arm I just saw! Jim Robson: YES HE DID! RRJ HAS BOOTIE, AND HE'S STRUGGLING ON ONE KNEE!! [Andrew Dubois, out of instinct, turns around. He sees RRJ coming too and charges.] [MOTHER F'N POP!!!!!] Jim Robson: RAZOR RON JUST CAUGHT DUBOIS IN THE STOMACH WITH BOOTIE!!! HE STANDS UP _STRAIGHT_, AND DRILLS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! DUBOIS IS DOWN!! Jack Anderson: HERE COMES LUGEN!! [POP!!!] Jim Robson: HE DRIVES IT HOME, RIGHT BETWEEN LUGEN'S EYES!!! HE GOES DOWN!! [RRJ points Bootie at d'Artois, then at himself, scowling and shouting "It's you and me, now!! Just you and me!!"] Jim Robson: GET HIM, RON!! KICK HIS ... HIS ... HIS ... SCREW IT! KICK HIS _ASS_, RON!! Jack Anderson: [appauled] JIM! [RRJ thinks better of turning his back on d'Artois' bodyguards, so he turns around and sees them both standing near the ropes.] Jim Robson: RAZOR RON CHARGES AND _CLOTHESLINES BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE_!!! AND _NOW_ IT'S JUST HIM AND D'ARTOIS!! [RRJ moves across the ring, slowly though, and with one hand behind his back. He swings Bootie in the air with the other as d'Artois cowers in the corner with nowhere to go.] Jim Robson: D'ARTOIS THROWS CAUTION TO THE WIND!! HE BURSTS OUT OF THE CORNER!! [POP!!!!!] Jim Robson: THAT'S RIGHT, BABY!!! RRJ CAUGHT HIM WITH BOOTIE, RIGHT UPSIDE THE HEAD!!! [d'Artois' legs went out from under him. He flew across the ring, behind RRJ, and landed on his back.] Jim Robson: RRJ IS GOING WILD, AND EVERYONE WATCHING LOVES IT!! HE WHIPS D'ARTOIS INTO THE ROPES! _SPINEBUSTER_!!! [HUGE MOTHER POP!!!] Jim Robson: HE'S SIGNALLING FOR THE BOOTIE CALL!! [Geoff Cartwright is halfway into the ring, his legs still dangling off the apron, but by God, he's getting an A for effort.] Jim Robson: RRJ THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE ROPES!! HE SKIPS OVER D'ARTOIS' BODY!! HE LANDS AGAINST THE OTHER SIDE AND ... [CRACK!!!] Jim Robson: DAMMIT!! Jack Anderson: LUGEN KARNOVASCH JUST DROVE THE EDGE OF A STEEL CHAIR INTO RRJ'S LOWER BACK WHEN HE HIT THE ROPES!! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!! [d'Artois rolls onto his knees and gets up as quickly as he can. He shoves RRJ's head between his legs again.] Jim Robson: LA BOMBE D'ARTOIS!!! [BOOM!!] Jim Robson: HE HIT IT!! THE COVER!! CARTWRIGHT IS CRAWLING OVER TO GET IN POSITION!! [Carwright, slowly, bangs the mat once.] 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . [In reality? It's been at least five seconds, but thanks to Cartwright's condition, the suspense builds.] . . . . . 2.9 . . . . . . . . [POP!!!!!!!!!!] Jim Robson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MIRACLES DO HAPPEN!!! MIRACLES, BY GOD, HAPPEN!! [d'Artois rests on his knees, clutching his own hair with both hands ready to rip it right now. RRJ, by some divine intervention, kicked out of a sure thing.] Jim Robson: Can you believe what we're seeing tonight, Jack?! This is something special!! There is something inside RRJ that's coming out, something he's never showed us before! THIS is why Razor Ron Jeremy is special! THIS is why we know we love this man! THIS is why he could very well become the next Ultimate Wrestling Champion!! Jack Anderson: THIS is why I'm getting nautious! [Lugen and Dubois begin gathering chairs outside the ring. d'Artois stands up, stomping at RRJ ruthlessly. He screams at Lugen and Dubois to work faster. What they've compiled is a row of four chairs, all opened up. They wave d'Artois on.] Jim Robson: d'Artois whips RRJ into the ropes ... REVERSAL BY RRJ!! HE FOLLOWS D'ARTOIS INTO THE ROPES AND CLOTHESLINES HIM OUT OF THE RING!! [The fans are going insane.] Jim Robson: RRJ points to Lugen and Dubois! [RRJ backs up, then charges.] Jim Robson: OH MY GOD!! RRJ JUST DOVE THROUGH THE ROPES AND INTO THE TWO BODYGUARDS!! THIS MAN IS BY FAR _NOT_ A LUCHADORE, BUT HE PUT HIS BODY ON THE LINE RIGHT THERE, AND WHY SHOULD IT BE ANY DIFFERENT FROM ANYTHING ELSE HE'S DONE TONIGHT! RRJ HAS DONE _NOTHING_ BUT SACRIFICE THIS EVENING!! [After once again taking out Lugen and Dubois, RRJ who is just _barely_ getting up after these moves, begins to line up the chairs once again. He picks up d'Artois.] Jim Robson: Double-Arm DDT on d'Artois!! RRJ places his body across the chairs!! [Ron climbs onto the apron and backs up against the corner. He takes a look into the ring, and instead of jumping, he climbs in to grab Bootie. He ties the boot to the top of his head as the crowd roars. He climbs back out to the apron, points down to d'Artois who is still prone across that row of chairs.] Jim Robson: THINK ABOUT, RON!! THINK ABOUT IT!! [Ron jogs along the apron, then his feet leave solid ground ... ] [Everything seems to happen in slow motion ... ] [CRRRRRRRRASSSSSSHHHHH!!!!] Jim Robson: [becoming hoarse] UNBELIEVABLE!!! Jim Robson: Oh no. He's not moving. [The crowd becomes eerily silent.] Jack Anderson: Ummm ... oh man. What are we witnessing here? Is this ... I hate to say it, Jim. Is this ... you know. Were we expecting this? Jim Robson: I don't think so, Jack. [What the hell happened?] Jack Anderson: You know ... ... I don't really like the guy ... but I hate to see this. Jim Robson: Well, I understand that. Is there a replay? Can we get another look at how serious this might be? [The slow motion replay shows RRJ soaring through the air, expecting to connect with d'Artois using a senton splash. Instead, d'Artois rolls away. RRJ plows through the chairs and slides into the safety railing. From the diagnosis of the replay, it appears that RRJ once again put his lower back and tailbone in jeopardy. The chairs are crushed. It's a disaster area all around. d'Artois, not aware of what's happened, picks him up.] Jim Robson: [horrified] DAMN, ROBERT!! DON'T MOVE HIM!! Jack Anderson: Oh God. Jim Robson: PUT HIM DOWN!! PUT HIM DOWN!! [Paramedics storm down the aisle with a stretcher. d'Artois has rolled RRJ into the ring. As the paramedics enter the ring, d'Artois looks confused, then angry. He begins dropping them like flies.] Jim Robson: WHAT THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING?! D'ARTOIS IS ATTACKING THE PARAMEDICS!! IS HE TRYING TO END RRJ'S CAREER?! [d'Artois clears the ring once again. He begins kicking RRJ in the ribs, then easily locks him in his finisher, the cross-face chicken wing he calls A God's Blessing.] Jim Robson: HE'S GOT RRJ IN HIS FINISHER!! WHAT KIND OF HEARTLESS, DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING IS THIS?! WHO THE HELL IS ROBERT D'ARTOIS TO DECIDE A MAN'S FATE LIKE THIS?! [RRJ is unresponsive. He's like a ragdoll as d'Artois has his legs locked around his waist. Referee Cartwright is stunned. He merely shakes his head and ... ... calls for the bell.] DING DING DING Jim Robson: THANK YOU! [d'Artois retains the submission hold.] Jim Robson: LET HIM GO, DAMMIT! LET HIM GO! FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the match has been stopped due to Razor Ron Jeremy's inability to continue!! Therefore, your winner of this match, and who will advance into the finals of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge ... ["Toward The Pantheon" by Emperor begins to play over the loudspeakers.] [d'Artois is screaming "SAY IT, BITCH!! SAY IT!!" from the ring as he continues the onslaught.] FRANCINE: ... R O B E R T D ' A R T O I S ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [d'Artois is booed out of the building as he releases the hold finally. The paramedics once again swarm the ring. They immediately place RRJ on the stretcher. d'Artois leaves the ring with his arms in the air and without looking back. Lugen and Dubois follow closely behind him, each rubbing a sore part of their body.] Jim Robson: I hate to say it, fans. It feels like someone ripping my guts out, but I have to. We need to be prepared for this. We may have seen Razor Ron Jeremy wrestle his last match. I just don't know how screwed up his back is. Jack Anderson: The man does some silly, goofy things, Jim. I've never agreed with his attitude, his actions, or his stupid little games, but he's a wrestler. A peer in the profession that I could never leave. And I honestly hope that he wasn't _forced_ out of here tonight, because in all honesty, that's the only way you'd get him to leave. Jim Robson: Well it's nice to see there's a pulse inside of you after all, Jack. And I couldn't agree with you more. He's conscious. He's aware of where he's at, but thus far I've yet to see him move. [A HUGE round of applause pours into the aisle as the paramedics take RRJ by way of stretcher into their care.] Jim Robson: Good luck, RRJ. Our hearts and thoughts are with you tonight. And folks, if we hear _anything_ we'll update you tonight, but most assuredly we'll give you an update of RRJ's condition next week on Mayhem. Jack Anderson: I'm sure RRJ will be okay. Jim Robson: I'm being told Shane St. Clair is backstage. Lets go to him. ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [Shane St. Clair is seen sitting with three trainers prior to his match. A white towel sits over his bowed head, the only noise heard is the sound of Shane St. Clair taking deep breaths and the crackle of tape going around his ankles. The door to his dressing room slowly opens revealing Chris Jurkschat and a man in a black suit. Jurkschat nods for the trainers to leave the room, leaving only him and the man in black. Jurkschat takes his stance directly in front of Shane. The man in black lays out a black briefcase on a near by table and sits down away from St. Clair and Jurkschat. Jurkschat paces back and forth slowly in front of the champ, scratching his chin with his head also bowed.] co-President Jurkschat: How are you feeling champ? Everything all right? Shane St. Clair: Couldn't be better Chris, I have a good feeling about tonight. I am ready to get out there and finish off Travers and that poser Arcola once and for all. co-President Jurkschat: Sounds great, how is the body holding together. You have been put through a lot in the last couple weeks training and fighting your way to this point. You think that you are going to be able to hold out this onslaught tonight? Shane St. Clair: Not only will I fight my way through this... I will walk out as the champion once again. [St. Clair pops his fist into his open hand, but stops looking towards the man in black.] Shane St. Clair: Whose he?? co-President Jurkschat: Well, Champ......You know how important this title is to us. You know how important to the master plan this is. You have to hold onto the title no matter what tonight. Not to say you aren't up to the challenge, but Arcola and Travers are two of the biggest threats you have ever faced. This has the potential to turn very ugly, very fast. Shane St. Clair: Don't worry Chris, everything is going to be fine. I have everything in control. I have been in training for the past 5 weeks just getting ready for the this match alone. I have it in complete and total control. co-President Jurkschat: Just the same... We have to make sure that you are up to the challenge. That is why the Good Doctor is here. Shane St. Clair: What do you mean... The Good Doctor. Look Chris, I have things in control. I don't need any help. co-President Jurkschat: All right Champ whatever you say... [Jurkschat nods towards the door and the doctor stands up. Jurkschat walks over to the door opening up.] co-President Jurkschat: Just remember Shane, you loose the title tonight. It's your ass, not mine. I own this damn company. [The Good Doctor stands up grabbing his briefcase. St. Clair pulls the towel of his head looking at the belt that is sitting next to him. He pauses for a minute then shakes his head, the words "I can't believe that I am doing this" comes out of his mouth.] Shane St. Clair: Chris... wait... [Jurkschat smiles looking up.] co-President Jurkschat: I thought you would see things my way... [Scene to black.] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jack Anderson: What that? Jim Robson: I'm not real sure. [Suddenly, The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" plays over the arena PA.] ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ TRIPLE THREAT GRUDGE MATCH! ___) | |__| (_) | Dan Watterson vs the Prophet vs the Idol |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- ------------------------> WRITER: Matt Jacobs <----------------------- [The crowd EXPLODES in a massive volley of boos and jeers as the arena lights go out and a series of multicoloured crosses appear on the entranceway ramp.] DING DING DING! FRANCINE: The following matchup is a Triple Threat Match! About to enter the ring, from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet and 3 inches and weighing 240 pounds, here is ... THE PROPHET!!!!! [The music reaches a crescendo when a white-hot spotlight hits the entranceway and the Prophet appears, with the Choir-Master at his side. His blonde hair is worn down, past his shoulders and he wears a brightly coloured robe with "Prophet" written across the back in rhinestones. The Prophet has his classic grin on his face as he makes his way to the ring, trying to glad-hand with the fans, but the fans will have none of it. As he reaches the ring, The Choir-Master holds the ropes open for the Prophet. The Prophet climbs on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms, holding them out and fully acknowledging the boos and catcalls from the hostile crowd. He makes his way to the opposite corner and repeats the pose, to more boos and flash photography. He climbs down and removes his robe, to reveal a pair of long tights, their colour matching the robe he just removed, with "Prophet" written across the back and the legs and boots both sport crosses in black. His physique is well ton! ed, not overly muscular but there is almost no body fat. The Prophet is a high-flyer but has a good technical background.] Jim Robson: Coming up next at Summer Explosion we have a three-way brawl between The Prophet, Dan Watterson, and The Idol. Jack Anderson: And based on what we all saw on the Countdown to Summer Explosion show Thursday, you can bet your bottom dollar that "Striking" Shane Shanders will be here tonight in Halifax. He called out Watterson on Thursday night, so we may even get some kind of preview matchup between Watterson and Sanders tonight at Summer Explosion! ["Baba o' Reilly" by The Who begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Philadelphia, PA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 242 pounds, here is ... DAN "THE MAN" WATTERSON! [Watterson is wearing black trunks with "The Man" written in the back. He wears black wrestling boots, knee pads, and elbow pads. (Color consucious, that crazy guy.) He walks, nearly struts to the ring trying to ignore the booing of the people. Some fans eventually do get to him, and he says to them: "Do you know how it is the Man? Didn't think so."] Jack Anderson: Say what you will about Dan Watterson, but he's a focused individual, and he's concentrating on the task at hand. Jim Robson: But you do recall the words of Shane Sanders. It will surely be a test for Watterson should he make some sort of appearance here tonight at Summer Explosion. Voice: WHO'S YOUR IDOL?!? [As "Let's Face it" by Mighty Mighty Bosstones starts to play, former IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, the Idol, walks out. He's wearing black ring trunks, and has a serious look on his face. As he walks to the ring, the fans in the arena boo him loudly.] Jim Robson: The fans have booed everybody in this match so far. FRANCINE: And from Charlotte, North Carolina, standing 6'1'' tall and weighing in at 235 pounds... T H E I D O L ! ! ! [The Idol stumbles out from behind the curtain, staggering from side to side as he makes a path that sort of resembles the direction ot the ring. True to form, his clothes are _still_ not changed, and he carries that now trademark bottle of Jack with him.] Jim Robson: And topping it all off, we have The Idol. Jack Anderson: But Jim, I wouldn't be suprised if Prophet and Watterson tire each other out, and Idol just passes out on top of them for a pin. [Idol and Prophet exchange some angry words with each other.] Jim Robson: Looks like the end of the Trifecta as we know it, Jack. DING DING DING!! Jim Robson: Referee Michael Hall will be officiating this bout...and Dan Watterson is wasting no time, he charges right after the Idol and sends him down to the mat with a clothesline! Watterson picks up Idol...Snap suplex! Jack Anderson: Here comes the Prophet! He stops Watterson in his tracks and jumps up onto his shoulders... Jim Robson: Headscissors takedown! I must say, that had incredible precision. Prophet picks up Watterson and whips him, into the ropes...Prophet jumps up on his shoulders again...HURRICAN, no wait! Watterson is resisting!! Jack Anderson: Watterson holds onto the Prophet and The Holy One curls back up! He's laying punches on Watterson! Is he gonna tip over? Jim Robson: Idol gets up...He sees Watterson teetering with the Prophet on his shoulders, what's he gonna do? Jack Anderson: Pass out. Jim Robsob: Idol kicks Watterson to the small of the back! Watterson falls foward and the Prophet goes with him! Idol helped Watterson powerbomb the Prophet! Jack Anderson: Watterson goes to the turnbuckle and he's holding his lower back now. The Prophet gets up and he runs over to the Idol! Idol and The Prophet are trading blows here at Summer Explosion 6!! Jim Robson: And to think that they united in The Trifecta at WrestleFest 5... Jack Anderson: Here comes Dan Watterson! He grabs both of their heads...reels back... **SMASH** Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHH! Jim Robson: Watterson just rammed Idol and Prophet's heads together!! [The crowd boos as "Striking" Shane Sanders makes his appearance at the head of the entranceway ramp.] Jack Anderson: There he is, Jim. Just like he promised. Jim Robson: "Striking" Shane Sanders is here tonight at Summer Explosion 6, but he appears just to be standing and watching. Watterson doesn't appear to notice. Let's hope Sanders just stays there just to watch. Jack Anderson: And so what if he doesn't? This is what Summer Explosion is about, Jim. It's about gathering together nostalgically to remember the stars and events of the past as we ring in another year for the IWF/WOW. Right now we have 4 I/W veterans gathered here at once in Halifax; that's great in my humble opinion! Jim Robson: Watterson taking control here...he picks up the Idol and lifts him high in the air...RUNNING POWERSLAM!! He holds down The Idol for the cover! Hall counts! 1..................... 2..................... The Prophet with a kick to the back of the head of Watterson!! Jack Anderson: Shane Sanders has now taken a couple steps closer to the ring now. Jim Robson: And Watterson sees him...Watterson gets up and tells Sanders to come down to the ring!! [Crowd Pop.] Jack Anderson: It's The Idol! He rolls up Watterson from behind!! 1..................... 2...................... Watterson kicks out at 2! Jack Anderson: And the Prophet charges after the Idol! He sends Idol into the ropes...reversal! He sends the Prophet into the ropes. Idol bends over for a back body drop...Prophet with a sunset flip! He takes down the Idol for the cover! 1..................... 2.................... Watterson breaks up the pin attempt by the Prophet!! Jack Anderson: That's the way these triple threat matches go, Jim. If you have all strong veteran competitors in there like the Prophet, Dan Watterson, and...well, the Idol, this match could go on forever. Jim Robson: Speaking of veterans, "Strinking" Shane Sanders is now walking around the ring...he's exchaning looks with The Choir Master! Jack Anderson: Prophet comes over to the ring apron and tells Sanders to go away...Watterson is behind him...He sends Prophet over the ropes with a dropkick! Jim Robson: BUT NOW THE IDOL GRABS WATTERSON FROM BEHIND!! REVERSE DDT!! My Goodness, Dan Watterson hit the mat hard with that one! Jack Anderson: The Prophet is back in the ring and he sees the Idol... Jim Robson: Prophet runs and jumps up against the ropes...CROSS BODY ON THE IDOL!! Prophet picks up the Idol and grabs him from behind...GERMAN SUPLEX, PROPHET HOLDS ON...ANOTHER ONE! He's going for the Holy Trinity on the Idol...NO, IDOL GRABS PROPHET IN A SIDE HEAD LOCK!! He runs up the turnbuckle...TORNADO DDT!! THE IDOL IS COMING BACK! WHO WOULDA THOUGHT?! Jack Anderson: Dan Watterson is slowly getting up...and The Idol picks up the Prophet, and the Prophet punches Idol! Prophet is not giving up! That's why he's The Holy One, Jim. He grabs Idol in a front headlock. Jim Robson: Looks like he's trying to pick him up for a suplex...NO, IDOL BLOCKS IT AND TURNS AROUND...PEACE MAKER!! OH MY GOD, THE PROPHET IS OUT!! IDOL HAS THIS MATCH WON! HALL COUNTS!! 1................. 2....................... [The Chior Master hurriedly runs over and pulls a steel flask out of his jacket. He reaches into the ring and flashes it in front of The Idol.] Jim Robson: Idol gets up! Jack Anderson: Oh boy. We lost him. Jim Robson: The Idol is entranced by that steel flask...no doubt it contains some sort of alcoholic beverage. Jack Anderson: But look, the Idol has that look in his eye...oh boy, he's starting to stagger around the ring again. Jim Robson: This is such a shame, he's a former World Heavyweight Champion, a hall of famer! And he's reduced himself to a swaggering lush. Jack Anderson: And he's taken the flask. Jim Robson: Idol could have had this match won, but instead he sits himself in the corner and pops open the flask. Jack Anderson: Dan Watterson is up now, and he sees the fallen Prophet...he's going for a pin on The Prophet! 1....................... 2.................. NO!! PROPHET KICKS OUT! ["Striking" Shane Sanders shakes his head.] Jim Robson: The Prophet is refusing to give up here, he's one tenacious individual. Jack Anderson: He is The Holy One, you know. Jim Robson: Dan Watterson picks up the Prophet...OOOOH, The Prophet gouges the eyes of Watterson! AGAIN! Now he sends Watterson into the ropes...Watteson comes back...SPINNING HEEL KICK! Jack Anderson: Beautiful maneuver by The Prophet. Jim Robson: And the Prophet is quick to ascend the top turnbuckle...He's signaling for it! He jumps...! [Picture flashes throughout the arena as The Prophet leaps...] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> Crowd: OOOOOHH!! Jim Robson: PROPHET HIT THE LEAP OF FAITH! He's made that Shooting Star Press the most devastating in this business! Jack Anderson: Look Jim, the impact of The Leap of Faith made The Idol spill some of his whiskey! HA! Jim Robson: The Prophet is going for a pin!! He just might have it! 1.................. [Crowd cheers.] 2...................... Jim Robson: What the? What is Kelly James doing here?! Jack Anderson: Watterson sees her and he kicks out!! Jim Robson: My goodness, how could he kick out of a maneuver like The Leap of Faith?! Jack Anderson: Don't tell me it's because of her. If it is, I have no idea what he sees in her. Jim Robson: "Striking" Shane Sanders is laughing at this!! Jack Anderson: It is kinda funny, you know. Kelly James, of The Boston Bad Boys. The name in and of itself is a riot. We've seen on Trash Talk how tired she is of Cooper Concrete and Richard James; maybe she's looking for her new superstar in Dan Watterson. Jim Robson: Whatever the case may be, Watterson is now turning this match around! It's some kind of Popeye syndrome! He punches the Prophet with hard lefts...now he sends him into the ropes...FOOTBALL TACKLE!! Jack Anderson: DAMN!! The Prophet looks like he just spit out his insides. And look, he made the Idol spill more of his whiskey! [Idol shakes the flask upside down. Little drops come out, and he sticks his tongue out the catch them.] Jim Robson: Watterson is livid now! He goes to the top turnbuckle, he's going for the Gut Buster!! Jack Anderson: He's there now...But The Prophet gets up! This has been some amazing endurance the Prophet has displayed this evenng. He runs to the turnbuckle... Jim Robson: ...and dropkicks Watterson right in the stomach!! Watterson almost fell off the turnbuckle from that one! Jack Anderson: Now The Prophet ascends the same turnbuckle and he brings Watterson up with him, He's going for the Saving Grace! That'll put Watterson away for good...Kelly James is screaming like a banshee as The Prophet hoists him up... [The steel flask suddenly flies across the ring and nails The Prophet right in the back of the head.] Crowd: OOOOOH!! Jim Robson: What the?? IDOL PITCHED HIS FLASK RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE THE PROPHET'S HEAD!! Jack Anderson: Idol must be angry that all those slams in the ring made him spill his alcohol! [The Idol slides out of the ring now and staggers to the back, looking for more steel flasks. Kelly James continues screaming for Watterson.] Jack Anderson: Prophet looks to be in a lot of pain, Jim. I think the pointy edge got him. Jim Robson: Kelly James is still cheering on Watterson as Shane Sanders just stands idly by, and Watterson shoves The Prophet off him! He lands right in the center of the ring...Watterson stands up and leaps! Crowd: OOOOOH!! Jack Anderson: GUT BUSTER!! Watterson covers The Prophet! 1........................... 2...................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!! ["Baba o' Reilly" by The Who begins to play over the loudspeakers.] FRANCINE: This winner of this match... DAN "THE MAN" WATTE... [Francine quickly rushes out of the ring as Sanders charges into the ring with a steel chair.] ***WHAP*** Crowd: OOOOH!! Jim Robson: SANDERS IS IN THE RING, AND HE JUST PASTED DAN WATTERSON WITH A STEEL CHAIR!! Jack Anderson: Don't act so suprised, Jim. The man said he had an objective, to be here at Summer Explosion and call out Dan Watterson. Jim Robson: But the man just attacked Watterson from behind after he just won a match! Why doesn't Sanders challenge Watterson to a legitimate match instead of this?! [Sanders places the chair in the center of the ring and drags Watterson to the turnbuckle. He lifts him all the way up and does a fisherman's suplex.] Jim Robson: MY GOD!! SHANE SANDERS JUST DID THE SHANE-PLEX ON DAN WATTERSON, RIGHT ON THAT STEEL CHAIR!! Jack Anderson: He landed face first into that steel chair. He's writhing in pain now. Jim Robson: Shane Sanders exits the ring with that chair, and now Kelly James is in the ring checking to see if Watterson is okay. Jack Anderson: Watterson may have won this match, but plain and simple, he just got his ass kicked! Jim Robson: Hold on... I'm being told Sanders is backstage now, and Anthony Edwards is trying to get a word with him... lets take a look. ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [Anthony Edwards is shown backstage trying to catch up with "Striking" Shane Sanders as he makes his way to his locker room.] Anthony Edwards: "Striking" Shane Sanders! Sanders! [Sanders realizing who it is, turns around and stops.] Shane Sanders: Edwards, what do you need? Anthony Edwards: You know what I need. I need an explanation of what in the hell were you thinking about when you laid that vicious attack on Dan Watterson. Shane Sanders: What was I thinking? What was __I__thinking? I was thinking that Watterson ran his mouth when he should have kept it quiet. Anthony Edwards: So this was all in retaliation to his verbal attack on Trash Talk? Shane Sanders: Exactly. Like I said on the Countdown to Summer Explosion show, I would be here at Summer Explosion and I would make my presence felt. And I made it felt, right on Watterson's head. [Sanders laughs, rips the microphone out of Edwards' hand, and then continues.] Shane Sanders: Watterson, if you want anymore of the "Striking" one himself, just step up to the plate, and I'll knock you right back down. Edwards, I don't have any more time to fool with the likes of you, I'm outta here. [Sanders throws the mic back in the face of Anthony Edwards, and takes off walking down the hall.] Anthony Edwards: There you have it, the reasoning behind the heinous attack on Dan Watterson by "Striking" Shane Sanders. Lets go back to ringside! ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: Well, Shane Sanders certainly did get some revenge here tonight. Jack Anderson: I'd say so! [Suddenly, we go backstage.] Jim Robson: What's going on? [We're in Vice President Thompson's office.] RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG [The phone on Thompson's desk rings. He picks up the phone.] Jack Anderson: Well!? Who is it? Jim Robson: I don't know. [Suddenly, Thompson's face goes pale. Thompson hangs up the phone as Body Count enter the room.] Al Barber: (noticing Thompson's face is pale) What's wrong? VP Thompson: (stunned) Heather... come on, we have to leave here. [Body Count and VP Thompson all leave the room, and the arena...] Jim Robson: What was that about? Jack Anderson: I... I really don't know. Thompson said something about Heather. Jim Robson: A strange development here tonight folks. Right now Xile are backstage... lets hear from them. ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [screen fades in...] Anthony Edwards: Well, Xile, the time is at hand. In a few short moments, you will walk through that curtain and wrestle for IWF/WOW Tag Team Titles... on your VERY first IWF/WOW PPV. Edward Dalton: Fuckin' A!! And in 30 short minutes, Peter and I will be prancing around the ring wearing nothing but those Tag belts. The ladies will scream and all the men including the wrestlers backstage will go gay. Peter Grant: I don't want that!! Well, it would mean less competition for chicks. We are going to bludgent their asses into oblivion with the wet end of their own severed arm (gives a Dr. Evil laugh). Anthony Edwards: Yeah, right. Well, don't you think that the Star Crossed Lovers will be competition for the belts tonight?? Peter Grant: I am looking forward to it. After all, grappling with a chick is always fun. As for Carl Clumsy, Dalton can have him. Edward Dalton: Whatever. I'll tell you what. I'll beat Carl's ass into the mat, take his woman to the back while you, Peter, are stuck out at ringside playing with your tool. Peter Grant: That's just not right. Anthony Edwards: Okay, this interview is over. Jim Robson and Jack Anderson, back to you guys. [screen fades out...] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? It's time for the Star-Crossed Lovers' first ever title defense, and it's against none other than the rCw inports, Edward Dalton and Peter Grant. They call themselves Xile. Jack Anderson: Well, I don't care what the hell they call themselves. I may not be too fond of Lumski and his little "family", but I despise Xile. _Despise_ them, Jim. I don't know what it is about them, but every time they're here, I just feel the urge to swear unnecessarily and be incoherent all the time. Jim Robson: Every time? Jack Anderson: Yeah, it's like some unseen rCw puppet master has hold of me. Almost like I can't control what comes out of my mouth. Jim Robson: Well, we'll see if it takes hold tonight, because we're just about to get started. ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH! ___) | |__| (_) | the Star Crossed Lovers vs Xile |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- ------------------------> WRITER: Matt Weeks <------------------------ FRANCINE: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for...THE IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [POP] FRANCINE: Introducing first, the challengers... [Big-time heat from the crowd, and not the good kind either.] ["MINORITY" by GREEN DAY begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd [has a mixed reaction].] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, ON, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Melissa Knockers... standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing [225_] pounds, here is ... "THE CHRONIC ADDICTION" EDWARD DALTON standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing [234_] pounds, here is ... "THE GREAT ASH" PETER GRANT XILE!!! [Xile comes down to the ring, dodging the garbage and refried food that is thrown at them from the crowd. Melissa Knockers, a native woman, flanks the two British street thugs and gives contrast to their rousting, torn jeans/trench coats ensemble. Xile enter the ring and raise their arms, this time dodging thrown sodas as security tries to restrain the more-embibed fans from jumping over the railing.] Jim Robson: What was wrong with Francine there? That introduction was no heart, it was almost as if she were just reading from a generic script with Xile's biographical specifics superimposed. Jack Anderson: Heh... do they deserve any better? Jim Robson: Well, as much as I want to call this match objectively, I would guess not... FRANCINE: And their opponents... accompanied to the ring by their manager, "The Tomorrow Girl" Natalie Rose Rogan... at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixteen pounds... from London, England and Scranton, Pennsylvania, respectively... WOW Asian Champion FLEUR GARDYN and "COUCH POTATO" CARL LUMSKI... the __NEEEEWWWW__ IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS!!! [The crowd's cheers intensify as Carl, Fleur, and Natalie Rose emerge from behind the entrance curtain. Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a tattered, old pair of Adidas sneakers, and a #42 HGTTG University football jersey with his IWF/WOW World Tag Team Title around his waist, Carl makes his way down the aisle, high-fiving a few fans along the way. Clad in a white baby tee that has the words "Don't Panic!" across the front in red letters, a tight pair of Daisy dukes, and a pair of black boots with the WOW Asian Title belt over her left shoulder and her IWF/WOW World Tag Team Title over her right shoulder, Fleur tags along behind her man, smiling and giggling like a giddy school girl. Decked out in a black cutoff T-shirt that has the words "Perfection Personified" across the chest in glittery lettering, black skin-tight leather pants, and a pair of white thigh-high boots, Natalie Rose brings up the rear, strutting down the aisle slowly as if she was modeling on a catwalk. Finally, they make it to the ring. Carl and Fleur hand their titles over to Natalie Rose and enter the ring...] Jack Anderson: Now _that's_ an intro! Jim Robson: The Star-Crossed Lovers are riding an incredible wave of momentum since coming together as a tag team. Except for a minor setback last week involving their opponents tonight, they've come out on top in almost every altercation. Jack Anderson: Well, I said it already. As much as I hate these three, I'll be their biggest fan tonight if they can give Xile a big enough pasting to send them straight out of the IWF/WOW forever. *** DING DING DING *** Jim Robson: The bell's gone and we're underway. A whole lot at stake in this one. You can bet that the team of Carl Lumski and Fleur Gardyn will be out to avenge the humiliation they suffered last week. Jack Anderson: Yeah, I'm just curious as to exactly what they've got in mind. Jim Robson: It looks like Dalton is going to start the match for Xile, and it will be Fleur Gardyn for the Lovers. Alright, here we go. Edward Dalton showing no respect to his countrywoman here, laughing in her face and daring her to step up. OH! What a _right hand_ by Fleur! [Not a slap, but a full-fledged right hook square in the jaw of Dalton sends him reeling back in surprise. He turns his head back and the cocky smile has been replaced by a look of sheer rage as this time, it's Fleur daring Dalton to attack.] Jack Anderson: Maybe Dalton didn't get Xile's memo on Fleur Gardyn, if they circulated one. She's far from being a pushover, and if Dalton doesn't drop the attitude, he's gonna find himself receiving the ass-kicking of a lifetime. Jim Robson: ...okay, that was almost a swear. _Almost_. Collar and elbow tie-up now...Dalton easily shoves Fleur back into the corner. He looks really angry with her. _STIFF_ KNIFE EDGE CHOP BY DALTON! AND ANOTHER ONE! Crowd: WHOOO! Jack Anderson: I still want to know exactly where that sound started. Jim Robson: Dalton is winding up for another one...NO! Boot to the gut by Fleur! Another one! A series of kicks from Fleur...and Dalton slumps to the mat. Dalton's in the ropes, but Fleur isn't letting up! That must be 10, no...12 kicks from Fleur Gardyn! Jack Anderson: Heh...you think the Lovers are out for blood? Jim Robson: If that's the case, it would explain the aggressiveness. Fleur with Dalton now...Irish whip into the opposite corner. Here comes Fleur...CARTWHEEL SPLASH IN THE CORNER!!! Fleur is on fire! Jack Anderson: Hey, check out Natalie Rose Rogan. [The camera catches Rogan trotting up the aisle towards the entranceway.] Jack Anderson: She taking a walk? Jim Robson: Something tells me that's not likely the case. But for right now, all we can do is speculate. [Fleur makes the tag to Lumski.] Jim Robson: Here comes the double team. Fleur with an Irish whip...drop toe-hold to Dalton! Fleur with a camel clutch...AND LUMSKI SCORES WITH A SLIDING DROPKICK RIGHT INTO DALTON'S FACE!!! [The crowd pops big-time for this move.] Jim Robson: What an amazing piece of tandem offense! Now Lumski is taking over on Dalton. Whip into the ropes...AND A RUNNING KNEELIFT! Dalton is down and Lumski shoots himself into the ropes...JUMPING DOUBLE STOMP TO THE GUT!!! WOW! [Lumski gets a running start and then simply jumps up and plants both of his heels into the prone Dalton's sternum; you can almost see the air rushing out of Dalton's lungs from it.] Jack Anderson: Not classic wrestling, but it sure hurts like hell! Jim Robson: Lumski trying to keep this fast-paced... whip into the ropes... BACK BODYDRO...NO! Dalton caught him with a swinging neckbreaker! Nice counter there by Dalton. Jack Anderson: Come on, Lumski. I've always believed in you. Don't let me down now. Jim Robson: Edward Dalton makes the tag...He lifts Lumski up...PENDULUM BACKBREAKER! What's this? Dalton is holding Lumski on his knee... Grant up to the top rope... ELBOW SMASH RIGHT ACROSS LUMSKI'S THROAT! Damn, that was brutal! Jack Anderson: I think it's safe to say that Xile hates the Lovers almost as much as the rest of us hate Xile. Jim Robson: And Edward Dalton is still in the ring! Double Irish whip by Xile...they catch Lumski...DOUBLE FLAP JACK! Jack Anderson: Referee Miguel Hernandez oughta be fined for this. Come on! There's two men in the ring! Jim Robson: Well, _finally_ the referee is trying to restore order here. Lumski is really slow getting up from that, as I guess anyone would be. He's pulling himself up by the ropes...Wait a minute! Grant charges...and Lumski pulls the top rope down! [Peter Grant goes _sailing_ to the outside, landing on the small of his back on the outside.] Jim Robson: Peter Grant went for it all with an attempted Cactus clothesline, but didn't expect Lumski to pull that trick out of thin air! Now Lumski to the outside... Jack Anderson: And this is where he's at his most dangerous! Come on, Carl! Jim Robson: And to our viewers who may be unenlightened to the subject...and also for those who simply change the channel any time the rCw is on IWF/WOW television, my broadcast colleague Jack Anderson has been the victim of a number of assaults and verbal harrassment at the hands of Damian Malcom's faction, hence his somewhat subjective commentary in this match. Jack Anderson: Hey! I'm an analyst, not a play-by-play guy! I'm well within my boundaries to be subjective when I need to be. That's what analysts do. Jim Robson: Lumski takes Peter Grant now...IRISH WHIP INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! OK, this may be going a bit too far now... Jack Anderson: Jim, what did I just say? I'm the analyst, you're the play-by-play announcer. So stick to calling the action and leave the moral hagglings to me. Jim Robson: Well, Lumski doesn't look like he's done yet. He'd better watch the referee's count. He's got Grant again...RAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE RINGPOST! And now...STUNT-PULL PIEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR! Jesus! Jack Anderson: Wow. That _was_ viscous. Lumski is really out to hurt these guys tonight. Jim Robson: And there you go, ladies and gentlemen. That's why he's the best color analyst in the business today. Jack Anderson: That's about enough out of you. I'm about to waive my "no swearing" vow for a few seconds. Jim Robson: Lumski _finally_ rolls Peter Grant back into the ring. Lumski onto the apron now...makes the tag to Fleur...Fleur into the ropes as Lumski whips Grant into the opposite ropes...Lumski with a slingshot...OH MY GOD!!! [In a somewhat bastardized version of a couple of tag team finishers at once, Carl Lumski uses Grant's momentum to throw him up and over his head, where Fleur is waiting and, with perfect timing, leaps into the air, catches him on the way down, and slams him to the mat with a face slam (X-Factor). The crowd pops HUGE!] Crowd: EYE-DUB!!! EYE-DUB!!! Jim Robson: What a beautiful move! Brilliant tandem offense by Lumski and Fleur, that took absolutely perfect split-second timing! Jack Anderson: This is why, even though I'm reluctant to admit it, they're the best tag team in the business today. Just because of offense like that. Jim Robson: What's this now? Oh no... [The camera cuts to the entranceway, where Damian Malcom and Celeste are seen coming down the aisle.] Jack Anderson: Come on! Can't these guys have just _one_ match where the entire faction isn't involved in it? Jim Robson: Funny, you used to say that about Carl Lumski. Jack Anderson: Yeah, I did...but now it's Xile doing the interfering and not the Twit Family. Jim Robson: Fleur waiting for Grant to get up from that incredible face slam. Fleur measuring Grant now...SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!!! Knocks Grant for a loop...and uh-oh...he's in the wrong part of town...CARL LUMSKI WITH A GUILLOTINE CLOTHESLINE ON THE TOP ROPE! More tandem offense from the Star-Crossed Lovers! [Without warning, though, Edward Dalton enters the ring and grabs Fleur by her hair, yanking her down and slamming her to the mat, illiciting some big-time boos from the audience.] Jim Robson: Edward Dalton proves his manhood once again. Jack Anderson: I thought there was no truth to that rumor... I could be wrong though... Jim Robson: Dalton taking over on Fleur now...hes not the legal man but I don't think it matters. A scoop and...NO! TESTICULAR CLAW!!! TESTICULAR CLAW!!! Jack Anderson: That's right, Dalton! Enjoy that; it's the only time in life you'll have a woman's hand that close to your genitals! Jim Robson: Whoa! Settle down now! Dalton releases Fleur...AND FLUER IS...BITING DALTON? She's BITING Dalton square in the...ummm...nether reigons. Jack Anderson: OK now, I wouldn't wish _that_ on anyone, not even these punks. Jeez... Jim Robson: Fleur screaming something at Dalton. It sounded like, "Take that, ya bloody dinnermasher!" Jack Anderson: Once again...there were some rumors going around... Jim Robson: It's really not our business. And now what...Malcom AND his wife Celeste are on the apron, arguing with referee Hernandez. Well, they do have a valid point. That bite did technically constitute a low blow... [Lumksi is seen in the corner reaching into his pocket for something. He pulls a small flask and a metallic object that we can't make out at the moment. He downs whatever is in the flask, walks the distance around the turnbukle to Malcom. Malcom spins around and Lumski raises the object to his face.] *** WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHH *** [POP!!!] Jim Robson: FIREBALL TO THE FACE!!! FIREBALL TO THE FACE!!! LUMSKI SPIT FIRE RIGHT INTO DAMIAN MALCOM'S FACE!!! Oh my God! Malcom could be seriously injured from that. Celeste is down on the floor, calling for paramedics. Now she's in the aisle, waving for them. Oh no... [Celeste doesn't see paramedics at the entranceway. Instead, it's Natalie Rose Rogan, carrying a container of Bridgeford Charcoal Lighter Fluid (product placement - gotta love it). Celeste is frozen in fear and doesn't see Lumski on her flank, propping up a table from underneath the ring. NNR chucks the fluid to Lumski over Celeste's head and quickly clotheslines Celeste down to the foor. Lumski sprays the fluid on the table and the crowd comes alive.] Jim Robson: THE TABLE'S ON FIRE!!!! WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO? Oh, no. NO! That's just too damn far! [Natalie Rose cold-cocks Celeste and drags her down to the flaming table. Carl and Fleur keep Dalton and Grant occupied as Natalie Rose picks Celeste Malcolm up and powerbombs her through the burning table!] Crowd: EYE-DUB!!! EYE-DUB!!! Jim Robson: These people are sick! Jack Anderson: That's right, sick and tired of the rCw! Jim Robson: Damn it, Jack! It's not worth it! We're all tired of them, but this isn't the way to go about running them out! Jack Anderson: Hey, _you_ swore! Wow. [Dalton and Grant attack Lumski and Fleur from behind and a melee begins. Fleur and Lumski are both whipped into the ropes as Xile sets up a pair of clotheslines.] Jim Robson: The Lovers duck the clotheslines. Pair of boots to the gut! OH MY GOD! Are you kidding me? A pair of Double Arm DDT's right in the middle of the ring! Now a double pin! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! Jack Anderson: They did it!!! FRANCINE: Here are your winners, and STILL IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions... THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS!!! Jim Robson: What an impressive victor-oh...we're not done yet, folks! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! Drive these jack-offs outta here! [Lumski storms out of the ring and throws up the ring apron curtain. What could he be getting? A table? A ladder? NO! It's... a sack of some sorts. Lumski holds the bag (about the size of a full garbage bag) above his head and the crowd pops, even though it's not really clear what's in it. He then turns sharply and sprints straight toward the back. Jim Robson: Oh no, come one, Carl. Whatever you have in mind, I think you've done enough damage for one night! Jack Anderson: When you're dealing with anyone from the rCw, Jim, no amount of damage is enough. [The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Malcom is being attended to by paramedics. Suddenly, a crash is heard off-camera and everyone's attention is drawn to the source. In a split second, Carl Lumski flies into the frame and lays waste to the one paramedic who resists him.] * THUMP * Jim Robson: What the? Our cameraman's been knocked over. [Sure enough, the action is now covered in sideways-vision. Malcom's lower torso can be seen laying on the ground, along with Lumski's legs and the bottom of the sack. Suddenly, the sack disappears from the frame and several distinct chattering noises can be heard.] Jack Anderson: What's going on? What does Carl Lumski have in that bag? * WHOOSH * [A large, brown-colored blur flys past the camera as Malcom begins to scream in panic.] Jim Robson: Was that? Jack Anderson: No, even Lumski wouldn't do that! Jim Robson: Call me crazy - and I may be - but that sure looked like a raccoon! Jack Anderson: Raccoons? The Couch Potato has sicced rodents on this rCw trash? Oh my God! I love it! Jim Robson: Stop it, Jack! Even if it is Damian Malcom...even if some people think he's deserving of a raccoon attack, this is taking things a bit too far! Especially after all that's happened tonight. He's had a fireball blown in his face, his wife has been put through a flaming table, for Christ's sake! And now this? Well, folks, we'll try to get word on Damian Malcom's condition and we'll pass it on as soon as we get it, I promise you. Jack Anderson: And we'll get word on Xile too, because I promise that Malcom won't be too happy with his wife going through a flaming table, and he may just take it out on them! Jim Robson: We've got the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge finals coming out. Jack Anderson: Time for d'Artois to become the two-time UWC champion! Jim Robson: We'll see about that... right now though, lets go to d'Artois backstage. ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [Robert d'Artois stands in the locker room with Anthony Edwards, his bodyguards, Lugen Karnovasch and Alexander Dubois being on lockers, at the back of the screen.] Anthony Edwards: Robert d'Artois, you made it to the finals of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge. What do you have to say about that? Robert d'Artois: It's 1997 all over again... At that time, I bested the greatests that the IWF/WOW had to offer... I beat Dark Vanity, I beat Jeremy Thranton, I beat the Desert Scorpions. Three names that were, at the time, the so-called elite of the IWF/WOW. Tonight, I got the opportunity to best another member of a elite of mediocrity, Razor Ron Jeremy, making my way to the finals of this event, once again... Now, there's only a step to make left, a step that shall lead me to victory, and to my crowning moment as the first - and only - two time winner of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge. Anthony Edwards: And about your opponent? Robert d'Artois: I don't care... It doesn't matter... Tonight is my night, tonight is the time where, once again, Robert d'Artois will make IWF/WOW history. Nobody shall stand on my way, and, besides, nobody is good enough to stand in my way... Because, when everybody is compared with me, we can rightfully say that if we call them men, then I must definitely be a God! [d'Artois leaves the interview area, followed by his bodyguards.] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: The finals of The Ultimate Wrestling Challenge is next. Everyone knows what this is worth to McMannis and d'Artois, so let's go to Francine for the introductions. ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE FINALS! ___) | |__| (_) | Nate McMannis vs Robert d'Artois |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- -----------------------> WRITER: Wade Thompson <---------------------- FRANCINE: The following contest, scheduled for one fall is the FINAL MATCH OF THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE!!! [HUGE Crowd Pop] FRANCINE: Introducing first... ["Toward The Pantheon" by Emperor begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, seemingly not deciding exactly what to do. From the backstage area come two men, large, dressed in black suits with black shirts and dark blue ties. The one on the left has dark black hair, and his face is kind of whiter, without much tan. The other one's hair goes more toward shades of brown, but is also not much tanned and has a large scar on the left side of his face. They are smiling, while slowly walking toward the ring. A graphic underneath the image informs us that the dark-haired one is Lugen Karnovasch and the scarred one is Alexander Dubois. They quickly hop in the ring and Karnovasch violently takes the microphone from Francine, while Alexander Dubois pushes her aside. Karnovasch smiles and adress the crowd. The music stops.] LUGEN KARNOVASCH: Ladies and gentlemen... Now is the time... Now, the man that you've all paid to see will be coming down the aisle... Here is a man who's already tasted the glory, here is a man who is now know as a legend, here is a man who's making his path toward the Pantheon of Wrestling... From the royal city of Orleans, France... At 6'0'', 230 lbs... Representing the House of Artois, here is the master of wrestling... Please stand up and give an astounding round of applause for somebody who is a God Among Men... R O B E R T D ' A R T O I S ! ! ! ["Toward The Pantheon" by Emperor start to play once again over the loudspeakers. The lights start to dim a little bit, and turn to complete blackness. A golden trail is then lighted over the alley, with the symbols of the House of Artois in the middle of it (a dark blue herald, with a golden crown and a fleur-de-lys). Out from the back comes out a man, well built, wearing a black singlet with, in the front, the logo of the House of Artois. He wears black wrestling boots. Over this attire, he wears a black robe with his logo on the back, in the same tones as on the other places. He has long hair, worn in a ponytail, and has a small goatee. He smiles, but ignores the fans on his way to the ring. He slowly climbs the ringsteps, and climbs in the ring while Dubois and Karnovasch are holding down the ropes for him. He shakes their hands and then goes toward his corner, and waits there for the match to start.] FRANCINE: And his opponent... [The opening chords to (hEd)p.e.'s "Killing Time" blast over the PA, and the lights in the arena go out completely. When the intro ends and the guitar riff kicks in, a loud explosion goes off in the entranceway, and a black smoke cloud forms.] FRANCINE: Hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico! He stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two hundred and ninteen pounds... [As the smoke dissipates, the form of a man carrying a walking cane is revealed where the cloud was. The man is "Suicidal" Nate McMannis.] # Baby, I'm a survivor! # # Baby, I'm on fire! # # Baby I'm 'bout to creep up inside ya'! # [The lyrics to "Killing Time" continue, and Nate McMannis begins walking to the ring. A spotlight focuses on him, making no hesitations in his slow gait. His ear-length, dark brown hair is parted down the center, with the bangs hanging in his face. The purple and red streaks in the wet hair give him a cold, calculating look.] FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen... here is the Commissioner of the IWF/WOW... THE IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!... "SUICIDAL"... NATE... McMANNIS!!! [The crowd responds to the introduction with a huge face pop, as Nate McMannis steps in between the top and middle ropes into the ring. He holds the walking cane in his left hand to his neck, drawing attention to the tattoo of a dagger that runs across his throat... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis runs the cane along the dagger, then points it at each of his wrists displaying matching daggers on each. As the lights turn on, the audience now sees his ring attire, consisting of red elbowpads, purple wrist tape, black pant-length wrestling tights, and black boots. The tights have red and purple spiralling designs on them. He places the cane in the corner of the ring, and as he bends down, his well-defined body stretches, but simply stands erect once again, revealing the same scowl on his face that has been there since he entered the arena. The music fades out.] DING!! DING!! DING!! Jim Robson: Here we go! After 3 months of qualifying matches, we are down to this. Nate McMannis versus Robert d'Artois for the title of Ultimate Wrestling Champion. Jack Anderson: I hope d'Artois wins. It would be fitting to se McMannis' own decision come back and bite him in the ass. d'Artois wouldn't even be in the UWC anymore if McMannis hadn't put him back in the tournament. Jim Robson: That's a good point Jack. McMannis and d'Artois are sizing each other up. McMannis may still be suffering some of the effects of the concussion he received not all that long ago at Egos and Icons, but for the most part he has moved on. Jack Anderson: That could become an issue in this second match of the evening for both men, if it is still a problem for McMannis. Jim Robson: The two men lock up. d'Artois slips McMannis into a standing wristlock. McMannis searching for a way out... Standing dropkick knocks d'Artois down!! Both men quickly get back to their feet. Jack Anderson: This match is going to be a clash of styles. McMannis is a suicidal high flyer, while d'Artois is a technician, and submission expert. Jim Robson: The two men circle each other once again and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Side headlock applied by d'Artois. McMannis pushes d'Artois to the ropes and now Irosh whips him into the opposite side... Shoudler block by d'Artois knock McMannis down. d'Artois runs into the ropes, McMannis drops to the mat as d'Artois leaps over him and bounces off the other side... McMannis leap frogs... NO! d'Artois catches McMannis and backs up... HOTSHOT!!! Jack Anderson: Man, did McMannis' head ever snap back when his throat hit the top rope!! Too bad. [snickers] Jim Robson: d'Artois lifts McMannis and has him set up... SNAP SUPLEX!! d'Artois goes for the quick win!!... 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . McMannis kicks out! Jack Anderson: I hate to admit it, but it's going to take a lot more than that to keep McMannis down tonight. He wants to win this tournament in a bad way! Jim Robson: d'Artois lifts McMannis again and sets him in a rear waistlock... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! d'Artois dropped McMannis square on the back of his head!! Jack Anderson: That's a good strategy for d'Artois. Go after the often injured skull of the "Suicidal" commissioner. Jim Robson: d'Artois lifts McMannis again and sets him in the Piledriver/Powerbomb setup position... LA GRANDE MORT PILEDRIVER!! d'Artois covers again!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . McMannis kicks out again!! Jack Anderson: If d'Artois continues to drop McMannis on his head, this match will be over soon. Jim Robson: Natalie Rose Rogan continues to look on, concerned for her friend Nate McMannis, but cheering him on. d'Artois lifts McMannis again and whips him into to the ropes... REVERSED!!... HURRICANRANA BY MCMANNIS!! Jack Anderson: McMannis got lucky! Jim Robson: Nate McMannis, stands, trying to shake off d'Artois' attack on his head. He grabs d'Artois and shoves him into a corner. McMannis drills a right hand into the jaw of d'Artois. McMannis with another right hand... DROPKICK TO THE KNEE!! Jack Anderson: That was a brutal move in the corner. That move hurts when you're in the middle of the ring, but in the corner d'Artois' leg had nowhere to go! Jim Robson: McMannis grabs d'Artois' leg and pulls him out of the corner... JAPANESE LEG WHIP TAKEDOWN!! McMannis is playing d'Artois' game, working on a body part! McMannis stands and stomps on that left knee of Robert d'Artois. McMannis flattens d'Artois' leg on the mat... AND DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO THE SIDE OF D'ARTOIS' KNEE!! McMannis stands again... FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!!! Jack Anderson: This is wrong!! McMannis is trying to embarrass d'Artois by beating him at his own game! Jim Robson: I know, isn't it great? Jack Anderson: It's disgusting! Robert d'Artois deserves more respect than that! Jim Robson: d'Artois is in a tremendous amount of pain, as he pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes. d'Artois is reaching... and grabs the bottom rope!! Referee Miguel Hernandez is forcing McMannis to break the hold. McMannis complies and stands up. He grabs d'Artois' left leg and pulls him into the middle of the ring... McMannis flips over d'Artois, and holds onto his leg as he does it, stretching out the hamstring! Jack Anderson: This is wrong! Why isn't McMannis flying around, taking insane risks, and costing himself the match? Jim Robson: Those insane risks win him matches too you know. McMannis lifts d'Artois to his feet and backs away. d'Artois is unable to put any weight on that leg rigth away... OOOH what a kick to the back of the knee by McMannis!!! d'Artois stays on his feet however... OOOH there's another one!! McMannis grabs d'Artois... AND WHIPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! Jack Anderson: d'Artois landed on his left leg when he hit the floor, which I'm sure did some more damage!! Jim Robson: McMannis backs away form the ropes and watches as d'Artois struggles to his feet... McMannis runs to the ropes... SPRINGBOARD SWAN DIVE PLANCHA!!! [Crowd pops] Jack Anderson: Did you see the height he got on that? Jim Robson: You know what? I don't think you were totally correct when you said McMannis was trying to embarass d'Artois by working the leg. I think McMannis was trying to immobilize d'Artois so he could start hitting his high flying moves. It's hard for d'Artois to get out of the way with a bad wheel. Jack Anderson: You may be right. I doubt it, but I suppose it's possible you could be right for a change. Jim Robson: McMannis is up right away, and he grabs d'Artois. McMannis lifts his opponent... AND WHIPS HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! McMannis lifts d'Artois right away and scoops him up... Body Slam in the aisle. McMannis rolls into the ring, stands and runs into the ropes. McMannis bounces off the ropes and runs at the other side... OH MY GAWD!!! [HUGE crowd pop!!] Jim Robson: McMannis just hit Robert d'Artois with a springboard frog splash on the outside of the ring!!!! Both men are hurting after that one!! Jack Anderson: McMannis is one crazy son of a gun!! Jim Robson: I have to agree with you Jack, but d'Artois still took the brunt of that blow, and the concern is showing on the faces of his body guards. Jack Anderson: They should do something about this... Jim Robson: And risk the wrath of Natalie Rose Rogan and that loaded purse of hers? Jack Anderson: Good point. Jim Robson: McMannis is up, and he gingerly rolls into the ring. It looks like he hurt his ribs, and maybe even his knees on that last move, but one more big move like that may finish this match. Jack Anderson: And it looks like he's going to try it! Jim Robson: McMannis is running at the ropes again... YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE!!! D'ARTOIS MOVES!!!!!!!! [Massive HOLY SHIT POP!!] Jack Anderson: My gawd, what was McMannis thinking? Did you see how hard he hit the floor?!?! Jim Robson: The match would have been over if he'd hit that move, but somehow d'Artois had the presence of mind to get out of the way!! McMannis is lying in a crumpled heap in the aisle, clutching at his ribs, as d'Artois stands gingerly and rolls under the bottom rope, and back out of the ring, forcing Hernandez to start a new count. d'Artois lifts McMannis and pulls him over to the dge of the ring. d'Artois scoops up McMannis... AND DRIVES HIS LOWER BACK INTO THE RINGPOST!! Jack Anderson: Good move for d'Artois. That's hard on the ribs. Jim Robson: d'Artois holds onto McMannis... AND DRIVES HIS LOWER BACK INTO THE RING POST ONCE AGAIN!! d'Artois continues to hold McMannis, and he now rolls him into the ring. d'Artois still limping slightly on his left leg as he rolls into the ring and stands. d'Artois lifts McMannis and whips him hard into a turnbuckle!! McMannis staggers out and falls to his knees, holding his back... D'ARTOIS RUNS AND NAILS HIM ON THE JAW WITH A DROPKICK!!! Jack Anderson: I'll be surprised if Nate isn't concussed again! Jim Robson: d'Artois pulls McMannis away from the ropes and covers him!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . McMannis kicks out!! Jack Anderson: d'Artois is close to finishing off McMannis. A couple more moves, or one of d'Artois' patented submission moves should do it! Jim Robson: Easier said than done. d'Artois gets up and lifts McMannis to his feet. d'Artois sets McMannis in the Piledriver/Powerbomb setup position... LA BOMBE D'ARTOIS!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . MCMANNIS KICKS OUT!!! Jack Anderson: How much more can he possibly take after that crash and burn he did? Jim Robson: I think he's got a lot left. McMannis just doesn't quit. d'Artois lifts McMannis again and whips him into a turnbuckle one more time!! d'Artois follows McMannis in with a clothesline!!! Robert d'Artois climbs the ropes behind McMannis and gives him a shove. d'Artois leaps... TOP ROPE BULLDOG!!!... NO!!! MCMANNIS TWISTS HIS BODY AND DROPS D'ARTOIS ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!! [Crowd pops again!] Jack Anderson: That could only have been pure instinct! Jim Robson: McMannis countered that move nicely, and now both men are down!! Jack Anderson: Miguel Hernandez is counting... What happens if both men get counted out? Jim Robson: I don't think they can be... I think Hernandez is wrong to be counting right now. As far as I know, there MUST be a winner! It doesn't matter now though as McMannis is on his feet. He walks over to d'Artois and gets a punch in the stomach from d'Artois. d'Artois stands... SAVATE KICK BY MCMANNIS!!! Jack Anderson: What a shot!! That caught d'Artois right square on the jaw!! Jim Robson: McMannis is ascending the ropes again... What's he going to do THIS time? d'Artois stands... FLYING SPINNING LEG LARIAT!!!! McMannis gets up and covers d'Artois!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . d'Artois kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: Great resliency shown by d'Artois. The man going for his SECOND Ultimate Wrestling Championship. Jim Robson: McMannis lifts d'Artois and whips him into the ropes... HURRICANRANA... NO!!! REVERSED INTO A SITOUT POWERBOMB BY D'ARTOIS!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! McMannis escaped!! Jack Anderson: Yeah, but the commissioner took another vicious blow to the back of his head! I don't think he can last much longer, even if he IS over that last concussion! Jim Robson: d'Artois gets to his feet and lifts McMannis. d'Artois scoops him and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker!! d'Artois looks to be softening up McMannis' ribs and lower back... Jack Anderson: For the Noble's Blessing I'm sure. Jim Robson: Speaking of which... NOBLE'S BLESSING BY D'ARTOIS!! That's his modified camel clutch!!! McMannis is in some serious trouble, as you can see in the worried look on the face of Natalie Rose Rogan! Jack Anderson: And as you can also see on the looks on the faces of d'Artois' bodyguards. Karnovasch and Dubois are liking this. Jim Robson: d'Artois is really pulling back hard, trying to make McMannis submit. Hernandez is right there asking McMannis, who is shaking his head no! This has got to be painful for the commissioner, after what he's been through so far in this match. His ribs and back must be killing him right now!!! Crowd: NATE!! NATE!! NATE!! NATE!! Jim Robson: This capacity crowd in the Halifax Metro Center are really getting behind McMannis!! Jack Anderson: They may be behind McMannis, but it won't help him out of this predicament he's in. Jim Robson: I disagree Jack, the crowd will really fire him up... McMannis has an arm free!! And now the other arm is free!! McMannis is on all fours now, relieving the pressure of that camel clutch!! McMannis stands with d'Artois on his back... MCMANNIS RAMS D'ARTOIS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE, RELEASING HIS GRIP!! MCMANNIS TURNS AND DROPKICKS THAT KNEE AGAIN!!! Jack Anderson: McMannis is looking to immobilize d'Artois again!! That's not good for d'Artois!! Jim Robson: McMannis kicks away at the left knee of d'Artois and lifts him onto the turnbuckle! McMannis climbs to the top rope... TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA!!! McMannis scrambles over and covers!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . d'Artois kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: Phew! That was close! Jim Robson: McMannis stands... Front Flip Legdrop!! McMannis stands again, and scampers to the top rope!! McMannis leaps... BOMBS AWAY SPLASH!!!! McMannis covers again!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!! d'Artois kicked out!!! Jack Anderson: C'mon d'Artois, you can come back!! Jim Robson: McMannis is looking to finish off d'Artois! McMannis once again ascends to the top rope!! McMannis leaps... FLYING FRONT FLIP LEG DROP!! That should do it!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Hernandez is signalling a two count!!! Man was that close!!! McMannis can't believe it!! He lifts d'Artois and shoves him into the near corner. McMannis lifts d'Artois and sits him on the turnbuckle again. McMannis climbs to the top rope... Oh my... Jack Anderson: Oh NO!! He's going for a Superbomb isn't he? Jim Robson: It looks like it!! Jack Anderson: OH SHIT!!!!! LOOK OUT!!!! [The camera shows McMannis shift and jump out of the ring, Superbombing d'Artois thorugh the announce table.] [MASSIVE HOLY SHIT CROWD POP] Jim Robson: OH MY GAWD!!! MCMANNIS JUST SUPERBOMBED ROBERT D'ARTOIS FROM THE TOP ROPE, AND THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! D'ARTOIS IS MOTIONLESS, AND MCMANNIS IS CLUTCHING AT HIS RIGHT KNEE!! Jack Anderson: I cannot believe McMannis did that!! He's fricking NUTS!! Jim Robson: d'Artois is starting to show signs of life finally, but he looks out of it!!! Wait... Alexander Dubois is on the apron!! He has Hernandez' attention... Karnovasch is coming this way!! He grabs McMannis... JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB ON THE FLOOR!!!!!! ROGAN JUST NAILED KARNOVASCH IN THE HEAD WITH HER PURSE!!! [Crowd pops] Jack Anderson: She dove though the air and nailed Karnovasch, and he's out cold, but she was a little late!! Jim Robson: Hernandez is back on this side of the ring... ROGAN JUST DID THE SAME THING TO DUBOIS!! BOTH OF D'ARTOIS' BODYGUARDS HAVE BEEN KNOCKED OUT COLD BY THAT LOADED PURSE OF NATALIE ROSE ROGAN!!! Jack Anderson: That's unfair!! Jim Robson: And Karnovasch powerbombing McMannis on the floor was? Jack Anderson: Well... Jim Robson: McMannis and d'Artois are both on their hands and knees now. McMannis is standing up, favouring his right knee. And d'Artois is standing... Unbelievavble!! McMannis rolls back into the ring, and he's just laying there on the mat, totally spent! Jack Anderson: C'mon d'Artois, roll in there and cover him!! Jim Robson: d'Artois rolls into the ring, where McMannis is now on his knees. d'Artois up on his knees, and... These two men are trading punches from their knees!! The fight is still in both men!! McMannis is getting the upperhand, as he is the only one unloading puches now!! McMannis stands... STIFF KICK TO THE JAW OF D'ARTOIS!!! D'ARTOIS CRUMPLES TO THE MAT AS MCMANNIS HEADS FOR THE CORNER!!! Jack Anderson: What is the crazy bastard going to do now? Jim Robson: McMannis perches himself on the top rope, facing the crowd... SUICIDE SPLASH!!! HE NAILED IT!!! MCMANNIS COVERS!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] FRANCINE: The winner of this bout, and THE WINNER OF THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING CHALLENGE, THE IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION, "SUICIDAL" NATE McMANNIS!!!!!!! [The crowd cheer as hEd)p.e.'s "Killing Time" blasts over the PA] Jim Robson: What a victory for Nate McMannis!! Jack Anderson: Woah! I can't believe he was able to beat d'Artois! Jim Robson: McMannis is asking for a microphone! [A battered Nate McMannis stands up, wobbly, and waves to Francine. She hands him a microphone and he lifts it to his lips, letting out an exhausted sigh.] NATE McMANNIS: Finally. _Finally_! I _finally_ did something that wasn't winning some third string title, it wasn't being given a God damn job... I am the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge _Champion_! [Pop!] NATE McMANNIS: I earned every single ounce of respect that I will get from winning this tournament. I earned it with my blood, my sweat, and my tears that I layed down in this ring. They tried to stop me... but the sky is the God damned limit from here on out... Jurkschat... this is only the beginning, because the IWF and the WOW have changed _permanently_ as of tonight! [McMannis marches around the ring to a big pop.] NATE McMANNIS: As of Summer Explosion 6... I am _Mister_ UWC... and from this day forward... the Aggressive Commissioner... the North American Champion... Mister UWC... "Suicidal" Nate _FUCKING_ McMannis... is on a mission. This is the first step on a short ladder... and at the top of the ladder is the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title. I will stop at _nothing_ to get it. [He stops moving and stares into the audience.] NATE McMANNIS: _Nothing_. Ultimate Wrestling Challenge competitors... I think that it's safe to say that your asses have _all_ been -- [He holds the microphone out to the audience.] CROWD: ADDRESSED! [McMannis drops the mic and "Killing Time" blasts again.] Jim Robson: Well, that's it, the Utlimate Wreslting Challenge is done, and Nate McMannis has won it! Jack Anderson: It was interesting, some twists. Nate McMannis is leaving the ring, still celebrating his victory. Jim Robson: But... Hey look! Is it Robert d'Artois that I see coming back? He's got a chair, and he's right behind Nate McMannis... What is he doing? Jack Anderson: ROBERT D'ARTOIS WHACKS HIM WITH THE CHAIR!!! WHAT IS THAT ALL ABOUT!!! HE HITS HIM ONCE AGAIN... AND AGAIN... AND AGAIN!!! Jim Robson: This was supposed to be a happy moment! Jack Anderson: WHAT IS HE DOING NOW? He's slowly getting him in the ring... And look who's coming to the party... Jim Robson: It's ALEXANDER DUBOIS and LUGEN KARNOVASCH, his two bodyguards... What is that all about? Jack Anderson: d'Artois motions to them... They get in the ring... They both take our Ultimate Wrestling Challenge winner Nate McMannis up... OOOOOH MY!!!! THEY DO A DOUBLE HANDED POWERBOMB... Jim Robson: DID YOU JUST HEAR THAT IMPACT!!! THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!!! And look at Rogan, she's pissed!! She can't do a damn thing about this!! Jack Anderson: d'Artois is locking him into his favorite submission move, A God's Blessing... He's locked him in that pretty hardly... Jim Robson: SOMEBODY STOP THAT! Jack Anderson: Here comes the referes, they are forcing d'Artois out, the bodyguards do a bit of carnage, but d'Artois decides to comply, and stops an attack from them... Jim Robson: Why did he do that? Why did he just ruin Nate McMannis victory and celebration with this unsollicited attack? Jack Anderson: I guess we'll see, he's going for the microphone... Jim Robson: Listen to the boos of the crowd! ROBERT D'ARTOIS: THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY MOMENT... THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY VICTORY!!! Once again, I have been robbed... Once again I was stolen... But this time, I won't take it so lightly... This was supposed to be the crowning moment of my return to the IWF/WOW, and this little peasant there just ruined it because of a miscarriage of justice! Jim Robson: C'mon! ROBERT D'ARTOIS: This is what happens when you try to steal from Robert d'Artois... You get hurt, you get hurt badly... And this pain, when you get up in the hospital tomorrow morning shall remember you of the mistake you made... YOU WON THIS TOURNAMENT WHEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE... You should have removed your name... I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE WINNER!!! A wrestling tournament shall be won by a real wrestler, and there's only one real wrestler in this organization... AND THAT'S ME! Jack Anderson: Should he have won? ROBERT D'ARTOIS: The way I see it, it should have been said this way... Jim Robson: d'Artois bodyguards are going toward Francine, the ring announcer... They are talking to her... THEY ARE ROUGHING FRANCINE UP... Jack Anderson: WHAT IS THAT AGAIN? Jim Robson: Francine takes her microphone... FRANCINE: The winner of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge... And the first ever two-time winner of that event, ladies and gentlemen... R O B E R T D ' A R T O I S ! ! ! Jim Robson: This is gratuitous. ROBERT D'ARTOIS: This is the way it should have been... May you all remember that tonight, I was supposed to be the winner... And may that fake winner that you have here also remember that, and remember the lesson he just got... HE CAN'T BE COMPARED TO ME... No matter what he did... HE CAN'T COMPARE WITH ROBERT D'ARTOIS, because if he's a man, then I AM A GOD!!! ["Toward the Pantheon" by Emperor starts playing, as d'Artois and his bodyguards leave the ringside area.] Jim Robson: My god... Jack Anderson: d'Artois speaks the truth! Jim Robson: Maybe so, but that can't change the fact that Nate McMannis is this years Ultimate Wrestling Champion. Jack Anderson: Sure it can. I mean, we all heard Francine announce that d'Artois it the winner of the Ultimate Wrestling Challenge, right? Jim Robson: Only because d'Artois and his bodyguard forced her too. Jack Anderson: Aw, come on! Jim Robson: Folks.. Matthew Reason and Billy Rock have gone at it for weeks. Through flames, rubbing alcohol, fathers, automobile hoods, ax-handles... these two have beating the living hell out of each other. Tonight, as Matthew Reason makes his in-ring IWF/WOW debut, one must wonder what exactly Billy Rock must do in order to survive this match, what Billy Rock must do in order to retain his intercontinental title? Jack Anderson: Have you been watching Matthew Reason? He's sick, he's diabolical.. he has what it takes to defeat Billy Rock. Jim Robson: There is another factor in this match, and that's the Hell in the Cell. I'd hate to use a cliché for the cage.. but it is a diabolic structure, it's unforgiving.. these two men will be locked in like animals, who knows if -EITHER- of these men will be able to come out walking. [The cage begins to lower..] Jim Robson: It's almost time... can you feel this electricity? Jack Anderson: Is _THAT_ what it is? Jim Robson: Damn right, these two have been going at it for months and now finally. FINALLY we will see these two lock horns, not to mention that the IC title is on the line. [The cage is stopped half way.] Jim Robson: Here we go. ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH! HELL IN A CELL! ___) | |__| (_) | Billy Rock vs Matthew Reason |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- -----------------------> WRITER: Dave Aiello <------------------------ [With that, the guitar begins to play, and Tool's "Schism" begins to echo throughout this arena..] ##I know the pieces fit ## ##cuz I watched them fall away## ##Mildewed and smoldering## ##Fundamental differing## ##Pure intention juxtaposed## ##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.## Jack Anderson: It is time. It is time. Jim Robson: We are waiting the entrance of Matthew Reason here. ##I know the pieces fit## ##cuz I watched them tumble down## ##No fault, none to blame it## ##doesn't mean I don't desire to## ##Point the finger, blame the other##, ## watch the temple topple over##. ##To bring the pieces back together##, ##Rediscover communication## [The crowd jeers as out walks none other then Matthew Reason. Reason stands at the entrance dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black bandana. His face is heavily bandaged, as it looks as if it's protected from every aspect. White gosh rapped around what seems to be a solid face mask. The burns and cuts from recent weeks might have scarred the man for life.] ##The poetry that comes## ##from the squaring off between## ##And the circling is worth it##. ##Finding beauty in the dissonance##. [Slowly Reason walks down the aisle starring at the diabolical structure, studying piece by piece, part by part as he slowly makes his way down the aisle, he stops at the cage reaches up and touches the side of the cage, grabbing one of the holes while pulling down on it, before slowly releasing his hold and standing in silence, standing still for a moment capturing this moment.] ##There was a time that the pieces fit##, ##but I watched them fall away## ##Mildewed and smoldering## ##strangled by our coveting## ##I've done the math enough to know## ##the dangers of our second guessing## ##Doomed to crumble unless we grow##, ##and strengthen our communication## [Reason steps into the cage... walks over to the opposite side of the ring, looks at the ropes and actually ties himself between the top and second rope so his arms are locked as he awaits Billy Rock.] Jim Robson: What the hell!? What is Matthew Reason doing? He's locked himself in that ring, he's locked himself in the ropes.. why is Reason doing this? ##Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any## ##Sense of compassion## [Reason looks at the referee and reaches out to him with his hand, but the ref backs away into the corner.] ##Between supposed lovers## ##Between supposed brothers## ["WHATEVER IT TAKES" by P.O.D is spit through the loudspeakers. A throbbing roar culminates from the fans ... ] Jim Robson: HERE COMES _THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION. THE SERIAL THRILLER HIMSELF - BILLY ROCK!!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh.. shove it! [A silhouette of the 6'4 champion is shown. The figure remains idle with his entire body cocked nearly sideways. His head remains bowed in the shroud of darkness even as the blend of icy blue and orange spotlights tint his burly, carved physique. Then, in unision with the first string of lyrics, the "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock snaps his head backward, whipping the damp, caramel shaded hair from his face. He ominously twists his neck, turning his face toward the aisle, his lips smudged with a grim curl. Dark blonde fur circles his mouth and traces his jaw bone from ear to ear. He calmly drops one foot in front and visually interrogates his surroundings, then walks the aisle. Billy's chest heaves menacingly as the camera spirals around him. His hands are taped heavily from knuckles to forearm. The light bounces off the gleaming material of his black, thigh length tights. The front of these tights display a confederate flag emblem, sans the orange background. Like you might find on a pair of mudflaps, both outer thighs show the orange shadow of a curvy nude woman wearing a cowboy hat, sitting with her knees bent upward, and arms extended behind her for support, laced in blue. The rear of his tights show a larger replica of the front. Billy wears black knee-pads, and just below these, a pair of white and black cowboy boots ... ] [Upon reaching the ring, Billy perches himself on the apron, and just as the impact of his music erupts, so does he, rising and thrusting his arms over his head in a spectacular moment that also sees a compound of blue and orange columns of fire sprout from each of the four posts. Rock then stares at Reason without taking his eyes off the man who's made his entire life a world known story. Rock steps between the ropes as the cage lowers, and points to Reason and asks the official what exactly Reason is doing..] Jim Robson: Rock wondering what Reason is doing. [Rock shrugs, and dropkicks Reason in the midsection as the crowd goes insane.] Jim Robson: Rock doesn't care! Rock's going at Reason!! [Rock gets up and begins hitting left and right into Reason. as Reason takes shot by shot, the crowd cheers louder and louder with each passing punch. Rock unlocks Reason and sends him to the ropes, Reason reverses, Rock returns. CLOTHESLINE.. ducked by Rock, FLYING FOREARM by Rock right into the covered up face of Matthew Reason.] Jim Robson: Rock with a flying forearm right into the face of Matthew Reason. Jack Anderson: Come on Matt.. this is your I/W debut! Jim Robson: Yeah, and Billy Rock is spoiling it! [Rock picks up Reason and tosses him into the corner, Reason hits hard and flops right down on to the mat. Rock quickly hits the ropes and drops a running legdrop on the bank of Reason's neck, Rock then grabs Reason's head and begins rubbing his face into the mat. Rock lifts Reason up yells at him before grabbing him and sending him over the top as Reason lands hard on the floor.] Jim Robson: Do you think this cage can even contain these two? Jack Anderson: I don't know if it can contain Billy Rock.. the man is out of control! [Rock climbs to the top rope.. as Reason rises, Rock leaps. Jim Robson: HEAD FIRST INTO THE CAGE. ROCK IS DOWN.. REASON MOVED JUST in the knick of time! Jack Anderson: See that? He wanted to jump Reason early.. now he's going to pay the price. [Reason grabs Rock by the hair yanking him to his feet. The Diabolical One locks a bearhug on Rock.. and then rams the spine of The Serial Thriller into the cage, not once.. not twice but thrice. Reason then releases Rock as Rock drops to the floor holding his back.] Jim Robson: Rock's back must be in a great amount of pain as his spine was rammed into that unforgiving steel. Matthew Reason is using that cell as a weapon.. Jack Anderson: Your damn right he is. Jim Robson: Now.. what the hell is he doing? [Reason begins pulling off the floor coverings exposing the concrete. Reason then yanks Rock to his feet and applies a standing headscissors.] Jim Robson: Don't do it Matt. Don't do it! [Reason lifts Rock into a piledriver but Rock kicks and fights his way back down. Reason tries again but this time.. [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: BACK BODY DROP ON TO THE CONCRETE. Jack Anderson: Reason!? You ok!? Jim Robson: Billy Rock backdropped Matthew Reason on that cold hard ground. [Rock looks at Matt then slides into the ring. Rock begins mounting the ropes.] Jim Robson: Matthew Reason seems to be holding his back in a lot of pain here. and.. where the-Billy Rock is heading upstairs, why on earth.. Billy Rock is going airbor. [Rock leaps. and connects.] Jim Robson: Flying Lariat by The Intercontinental champion and both men are on the floor. [Crowd Pop~!] [and why not? Both men are down.. they did a lot of hard work it's a damn good time to pop.] Jim Robson: This structure is meant to keep people from interfering, it's too make sure no one can stop these two from totally destroying each other, and it's serving it's purpose.. HERE.. TONIGHT! [Both men slowly begin to rise. Rock before Reason. Rock grabbing Reason in an inverted facelock.. looking around, he stares at the cage before taking a few steps, then uses the fencing as a way to elevate himself he takes a few steps swings and bulldo. [THUD!] Jim Robson: OH GOD! FACE FIRST! [CROWD POP!] Jack Anderson: THE POWER OF THAT man is indescribable! Jim Robson: Matthew Reason used the momentum of Billy Rock and threw him into the ropes.. Jack Anderson: And the ropes spit him out like bad tuna salad.. Jim Robson: Rock landed on his face as he bounced off those ropes.. [Reason looks down at Rock before walking around the ring to the outside.] Jack Anderson: Look at Reason. Taking his time.. Jim Robson: He isn't taking his time, he's looking for something. [Indeed you are right as Reason lifts the ring apron looking underneath the ring Matthew pulls out a steel-folding chair.] [Hardcore Pop~!] Jack Anderson: Uh-Oh! [Reason begins stalking slowly around the ring as Rock slowly begins to rise.Reason comes around.. And with the chair. CHRAAAAING!!!!!!! CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! Jim Robson: ROCK DUCKED! REASON JUST HAD THAT CHAIR EXPLODE BACK AND NAIL HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE! Jack Anderson: DAMN IT.. WHY DID HE HAVE TO DUCK!? [Rock picks the chair up off the ground and raises it up in the air which lets out a HUUUUUGGGGGGEE crowd response, followed by.. CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! Jim Robson: He's beating the living hell out of Matthew Reason with that chair! [Billy Rock yanks Reason to his feet. placing him against the cage wall. and--- CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! Jim Robson: Matthew Reason's head is permanently imprinted into that steel chair! Jack Anderson: That isn't good! Jim Robson: For all the things Matthew Reason has done to Billy Rock, it's time for payback.. and payback is a bitch for Matthew Reason! [Rock drops the chair only to grab the ringsteps. Rock brings the ringsteps up and. KAAAAAAAA-KLING!!! Jack Anderson: Thank God he moved. Jim Robson: Reason ducking out of that one just before those steps came crashing down. Reason getting to his feet. LOW BLOW. LOW BLOW on Rock.. Billy Rock is crotched down in pain and Reason-REASON.. THAT CHA-- CRRRRRRACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! Jack Anderson: DOWN GOES ROCK! DOWN GOES ROCK! LIPTON BRISK ICE TEA HERE! LIPTON BRISK ICE TEA~! Jim Robson: What the HECK are you talking about? [Reason picks up The Serial Thriller and rolls him into the ring. Rock motionless on the ground as Reason begins to climb to the top rope. FROG SPLASH!] Jack Anderson: FROG SPLASH.. THIS ONE COULD BE IT! 1... 2..... Jim Robson: KICKOUT BY BILLY ROCK! I don't know how, but he did. Jack Anderson: Damn him! Jim Robson: Matthew Reason looks to be a bit upset here.. Where's he going? Jack Anderson: Looks like he's going to grab that chair.. Jim Robson: Oh come on Matt! [Reason indeed heads to the outside.. not only does he pick up the chair, but he tosses the ringsteps into the middle of the ring. Reason then slides the chair in, and climbs under the bottom rope. Reason picks up Rock.. VERTICAL SUPLEX.] Jim Robson: Vertical Suplex by Reason on to Rock.. luckily Billy didn't land on anything. [Reason lifts up Rock again.. this time drags him over to the ropes and the sits him on the top turnbuckle. He then grabs the chair and sits it up in front of the turnbuckle. Last but not least, Reason puts the stairs in the middle of the ring.] Jim Robson: What is this sick, sick individual doing? [Reason walks over and stands on the chair, he then tries to grab Rock, but Rock retaliates with a hard right.. followed by another.] Jim Robson: Billy Rock.. fighting back. Rock spins Reason around. KALUUUNNKKKKKKKKKKKK! [HUGE CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: ARE YOU __KIDDING__ ME BILLY ROCK!? TOP ROPE BULLDOG ON TO THOSE STEEL STEPS. BOTH MEN DOWN. Jack Anderson: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! [Both men down and out. slowly Rock begins to stir and slowly turns and lays his arm across Reason's chest.] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE MOTHERLOAD CROWD POP BECAUSE...~!] Jim Robson: REASON GOT THE SHOULDER UP. [Rock rolls back over on to his back as both men lay down neither really moving.] Jim Robson: These two men in this type of atmosphere are REALLY going to destroy themselves, you know that!? Jack Anderson: Just as long as Billy Rock gets destroyed in the process, I'm ok with that. [Both men haven't really moved in about a minute here.] [CROWD POP~!] [Billy nips up-as Reason begins to stir, Rock grabs him by the hair and yanks him to his feet. Rock picks him up sets him up in a rude awakening, twists around and.. Jim Robson: 180 Rude Awakening Neckbreaker by Rock. THIS COULD BE IT. [Rock covering..] 1!!!! 2!!!!!! [KICKOUT!] Jack Anderson: Reason kicked out again! Jim Robson: Rock going for the chair. [Rock turns around folding up the chair and smacking it with his hand for good measure. He then begins walking towards Reason, Reason desperately kicks the stairs into Rock's legs as Rock goes face first over the stairs landing on the chair that he had in his hands.] Jim Robson: Billy Rock might have just knocked out some wisdom teeth. Did you see how his face hit that chair!? Jack Anderson: How smart.. How smart is Matthew Reason? Matthew Reason just kicked that set of stairs into the legs of the gullible intercontinental champion! [Reason looks at Rock and dashes towards the ropes runs up off the stairs leaps into the air. [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: SWEET JESUS! MATTHEW REASON TOOK TO THE SKIES AND DROPPED A LEG RIGHT ACROSS THE HEAD OF BILLY ROCK CRASHING DOWN ON THE CHAIR ROCK WAS GOING TO USE! [Reason picks up Rock. and lifts him into a Gorilla Press. and drops him on the canvas. Reason then leaves the ring and heads back to the outside, he lifts the apron and begins looking around for something.] Jim Robson: Matthew Reason must be looking for another chair. Rock and Reason bent the other chair into oblivion. [Reason looks around, finally. he reaches down and pulls out.. [CROWD POP~!] Jack Anderson: TABLE TIME! TABLE TIME! [Reason grabs the table and leans it against the cage wall. Reason slides it back in, picks up Rock by the hair. DONKEY KICK!] Jim Robson: Rock in desperation! [Quickly, back to the action! Rock grabs Reason.. VERTICAL SUPLEX-BLOCKED. REASON WITH THE SUPLEX. FLIPPED OVER BY ROCK. ROCK HITS THE ROPES. REASON TURNS.. KRRRRRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CROWD CHANTING - HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Jim Robson: MATTHEW REASON JUST BACKDROPPED BILLY ROCK STRAIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THREW THAT DAMN TABLE. Jack Anderson: Yeah.. but look. Jim Robson: OH.. MY. GOD.. THE FORCE OF BILLY ROCK OPENED UP THE CAGE.. THAT CAGE HAS BEEN OPENED UP.. THAT DAMN CAGE HAS A HOLE! Jack Anderson: I guess the hell couldn't contain them! [Reason walks to the outside and begins tossing the shards of wood a side trying to find his opponent in the millions of pieces that the table was broken into. Reason finally grabs Rock and whips him into the cage allowing the hole to become just a bit bigger. Reason rolls back into the ring grabbing the chair and then rolls back out of the ring bringing the chair. Reason lifts Rock up and leans him against the cage.. Jim Robson: That sick human being.. Rock has been opened up here.. and now Reason is going to crack him in the damn skull with that chair!? [With Rock leaning against the cage Reason grabs the chair, swings.. and CLLLLLLAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG [misses. Rock ducked. Reason a little confused stares at Rock, Rock immediately slaps on a waistlock.. and. [OH MY GOD~! CROWD POP!] Jim Robson: BILLY ROCK JUST HIT AN OVERHEAD SUPLEX ON MATTHEW REASON THAT SENT HIM THREW THAT DAMN CAGE WALL. THEY BROKE DOWN THE ENTIRE FENCING! Jack Anderson: UN-BELIEVEABLE! Jim Robson: Jack, I don't think neither of us thought any of THIS would happen. Jack Anderson: Jim, both men are just lying on the floor. One is in the cell covered in blood, the other is lying motionless in the middle of the damn aisle, and this crowd is going nuts. Jim Robson: One thing is for sure, win or lose Matthew Reason is making a name for himself tonight. [Both men lay catching their breath for a few moments, and these fans appreciating every minute clap on. ] Jim Robson: After all they've done to each other, they are certainly backing up their words with their actions. [Rock begins crawling over to where the cage has been opened up, and he crawls threw heading to the outside. Rock begins getting to his feet to a huge pop from this capacity crowd.] Jim Robson: Rock and Reason have spilled in to the aisle. Jack Anderson: They broke down one of the sides, who knows what these two are going to do next. [Rock grabs Reason by the arm and drags him towards the guardrail. He leans Reason against the guardrail, takes a few steps back and. RUNNING DROPKICK into the head of Reason. Reason's head bounces off the guardrail with such whip-back action, that it makes you cringe. ] Jim Robson: Dropkick by Rock.. this match, the intensity. it's just amazing how bad these two want to hurt each other. [Rock picks up Reason, drapes his arm around him and hits a snap suplex in the middle of the aisle. Rock the grabs the leg of Reason and locks on a half crab in the middle of the aisle.] Jim Robson: Half crab by Rock.. Jack Anderson: What's the use of this? He can't __WIN__ in the middle of the aisle!? [Rock finally drops the hold. He then heads to the back for a second disappearing behind the curtain.] Jack Anderson: He quit! BILLY ROCK QUI. [HUGE MOTHERLOAD CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: I don't think so. ROCK IS RETURNING.. Jack Anderson: WITH BROKEN GLASS GLUED TO HIS HANDS! [Indeed, Rock returns with taped hands and broken glass glued to the tape. Reason looks at Rock, and begins to back off. but Rock stalks his opponent. Reason begins crawling his way back to the ring, but Rock grabs him by the tights and punches him in the back of the head. ] Jack Anderson: STOP THIS!! Jim Robson: Billy Rock just punched Reason in the back of the head with Broken Glass glued to his taped fist! We've seen Rock do this before to Arcola-and we seen how THAT turned out. [Rock stand back as he watches Reason crawl away towards the ring. Reason crawls threw where the opening was, and into the ring as Rock begins stalking towards the ring.] Jack Anderson: Stop this madness. just STOP it. [Rock stops short before the cage. ] [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: THE CAGE. THE CAGE IS RISING.. THE HELL IN THE CELL IS RISING! Jack Anderson: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!? [Rock and Reason both begin starring up as the cage begins to rise. Reason backs himself into the corner, as Rock shrugs and climbs into the ring.] Jim Robson: THE CAGE IS BEING LIFTED HALF WAY UP TO THE ARENA ROOF. AS ROCK HAS REASON IN HIS SIGHTS.. [Rock steps between the ropes and points at Reason.] [HUGE CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: These fans wanna see Reason get his! [Rock walks over to Reason. and with Reason ducking in the corner, Rock just begins a flurry of punches to Reason, one after the other Reason just tries to take over, but with each shot the bar is lifted and the force of each punch is raised. Rock stops for a second, looks around at the crowd and absolutely KABOOKLES Reason with a solid right shot that knocks Reason to his back. Rock panting stops in the ring and raises both fists straight into the air.] [WE LOVE YOU ROCK CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: Billy Rock just flooded Matthew Reason with punches, and I think Reason would take back everything he's ever done if given the chance right about now. Jack Anderson: Billy Rock has lost his mind. [Rock stands back looking at the motionless Matthew Reason. He then grabs Reason and begins shouting at him something, that no one really knows but then he just throws him back down to the mat. Rock begins ripping the tape off his hands as Reason twitches on the floor like a fish who just got his head cut off. Rock throws the tape and glass into the aisle.] [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: OH.. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!? THAT CELL IS COMING BACK DOWN. [Billy Rock looks up at the cell with a puzzled look on his face as it lowers down.] Jack Anderson: Who's controlling that damn cage? It's probably that corrupted commish McMannis! [Rock turns his attention to Reason. when...] Jim Robson: THAT WHITE SUBSTANCE.. THAT POWDER. REASON JUST BLINDED BILLY ROCK WITH SOME SORT OF WHITE POWDER. [Reason gets up and with Rock blinded and the cage lowering down, Reason grabs Rock. standing head scissors, he lifts him up over his head.. Jack Anderson: Crucifix Powerbomb! I remember watching him hit that on Steve Dumars back in his NEO days. Jim Robson: Billy Rock has been laid out with a crucifix powerbomb. Reason with the cover.. 1.. 2... [Kickout by Billy Rock. Rock still rubbing his eyes trying to get that powder out as Reason rolls to the outside. he reaches underneath the ring and pulls out another chair. He slides into the ring and awaits for Rock to raise.. and when he does.. [CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!] He lays him out.] Jim Robson: CHAIR SHOT.. CHAIR SHOT TO BILLY ROCK! Jack Anderson: What a shot by Matthew Reason, did you honestly think Billy Rock could compete with someone as diabolical as __THAT__ man?!? [Rock floored, Reason grabs him by the arm and drags him to the ropes. Reason then heads to the outside, and pulls Rock out with him. Reason lifts up Rock and stands him up against the cage, so that Rock is facing Reason. Reason then reaches down lifts the ring apron and then pulls out a bundle of rope from underneath the ring. Reason grabs the rope, and begins tying Rock's wrist to the cage, fully extends similar to the way Jesus Christ was tied to the cross, arms fully extended outwards.] Jim Robson: What on earth is Matthew Reason doing? He's tying Billy Rock to the cage, like he was tied to a cross. he's sick. Jack Anderson: Hey, don't you remember when Reason was at Rock's house? He asked Rock if he was a religious man, I guess he's trying to find out now. [Reason then ties the other wrist to the cage. With Rock now tied to the cage, Reason runs his hand over the crimson mask of Billy Rock but Rock kicks him in the midsection. Reason backs off holding his stomach, he retreats. Reason climbs into the ring, picks up the chair.. and then. THROWS IT AT BILLY ROCK'S HEAD.] Jim Robson: Oh come on! He can't even defend himself! Jack Anderson: What Aim! [Rock's energy just drained from the chair to the head, he stops moving.. as his feet drag out, he hangs to the cage merely because of the rope that binds him to the cage. Reason reaches under the ring apron once again, this time he pulls out another object lifting it up to the crowd..] [HUGE POP~!] Jim Robson: How psychotic is this man?!? He's a sick.. sick.. individual you know that!? Jack Anderson: Why!? Jim Robson: WHY!? THE MAN HAS A BARBWIRE CROWN IN HIS HANDS. THAT LOOKS __VERY__ SIMILAR TO THE CROWN OF THORNS THAT JESUS WEARS ON THE CROSS. AND YOU ASK WHY HE'S SICK!?!? Jack Anderson: Well, he's a bit eccentric. Jim Robson: He's psychotic. He's diabolic.. He's.. Jack Anderson: Placing the crown of barbwire on Billy Rock!! [Matthew Reason places that barbwire crown on Billy Rock, and then with Rock's arm he makes Rock bless himself with the sign of the cross. Reason then rubs his hand on Rock's face, and with Rock's blood on his hand he performs the sign of the cross, smudging Rock's blood over his own forehead, his heart and on his shoulders, before he places his hands together in a prayer like stance over Rock. Reason then reaches down, grabs the chair and nods at Rock..] Jim Robson: ___ DON'T DO IT MATTHEW ___ [CROWD GASPING. ] [READY FOR THIS!?] [CRRRRRRRACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [CRRRRRRRACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [CRRRRRRRACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [CRRRRRRRACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim Robson: LORD ALIMIGHTY. THE GATES ARE FLOODING. THE BLOOD IS FLOWING OF BILLY ROCK'S HEAD MORE THEN THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. MATTHEW REASON IS THE SICKEST INDIVIDUAL I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY DAMN LIFE! Jack Anderson: He wants to win. if he has to chair shot a crown of barbwire into Rock's skull to do it.. by God he will. Jim Robson: Shut up. I will __NOT__ let you defend these actions, this is Hell in a Cell. anything goes, I understand that, but what Matthew Reason just did was repulsive. [Reason drops the chair and begins untying the rope that binds Rock to the cage. Reason then grabs Rock and rolls him into the ring. Reason climbs into the ring and covers Rock.] Jim Robson: This a damn travesty. 1... 2!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE HOLY CRAP CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: KICKOUT! KICKOUT BY BILLY ROCK~! The champ isn't going to give in easy, and Matthew Reason.. Reason is in shock that he didn't beat Billy Rock! Jack Anderson: How did he kick out!? Jim Robson: It's called heart. [Reason grabs Rock and whips him into the ropes, Reason swings a huge Lariat that Rock ducks. Rock hits the ropes returns only to be met with a powerslam. Reason rolls out of the ring lifting that apron and pulling out a table.] Jim Robson: We got another table here. [Reason puts it against the cage.] [ CCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!] Jack Anderson: NO! HE WASN'T EVEN LOOKING!!! Jim Robson: BILLY ROCK JUST SPEARED MATTHEW REASON THREW THAT DAMN TABLE.. HE DOVE THREW THE ROPES. SECONDS AGO THE MAN WAS LAID OUT IN THE RING. HOW HE GOT UP AND GOT THE NERVE TO DO THAT, I"LL __ NEVER __ KNOW! Jack Anderson: Poor Matthew.. he barely got a chance to turn around, now him and Rock lay in shards of wood. [Both men lay out as the crowd pops yet again. Both men covered in blood, Rock wearing a Crimson mask.. and Reason who's bandages are soaked in blood and have begun unraveling. Rock and Reason slowly both getting up at the same time. Reason swings at Rock, Rock ducks and Reasons momentum swings him around so that Rock locks him and back suplexes him into the cage. Reason's head bounces off the cage.. Rock holds him and drives him testiculars and friends first into the ringpost.] [CROWD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHS!] Jack Anderson: Ouch. Matthew, poor poor Matthew. Jim Robson: Thank God! Billy Rock just saved the world from anymore little psycho children running around this world. [No matter how crazy you are a ringpost to the testicles will have you hurting for a bit. With this theory in affect, Reason is on the floor holding his boys, as Billy Rock walks over and unhooks the ringsteps, (the other set) he then lifts them over his head and with Reason leaning against the cage wall holding his groin from the ringpost situation, Rock launches the steps and.. [KKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLUNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK---- [CROWD POP. OH MY GOD. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO GO OUTSIDE POP~!] Jim Robson: REASON MOVED. AND THOSE RING STEPS JUST OPENED UP ANOTHER PART OF THIS CAGE. [Reason looks behind him at the hole the stairs just caused. Rock charges Reason and spears him up against the cage.. he continues to push him up against the cage, when the fencing begins ripping more and more until.. it just spills outside.] Jack Anderson: THEY'RE BACK OUTSIDE. THEY JUST OPENED UP ANOTHER PART OF THIS CAGE! Jim Robson: AND THEY'RE COMING THIS WA. [With that Reason is pushed over the announcer's table, as Jim and John are quick to get out of their. Rock begins laying punches to the face of Matthew Reason. Rock grabs the gosh and begins unraveling the gosh off of Reason's face, however Reason has on a full face protective mask protecting Rock from ever getting to the burns. The mask similar to the one from Hannibal. Rock takes off the Gosh and throws it out into the crowd. Rock then begins walking over to the ring announcer's table and grabs the bell. He walks over to Reason who is trying to pry himself off the table and. DINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! DINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! [The match isn't over, Rock just cracked Reason in the face with that ringbell. Rock dumps Reason off the ring announcer's table, and grabs him by the legs. With Rock's back to the cage Rock, and holding Reason legs.. Rock slingshots Reason into the cage, but instead of hitting Reason grabs on to the cage and begins to climb, running from the monster he has turned Billy Rock into.] Jim Robson: Hell-o? Hello? Is this working? Jack Anderson: I hear you. Jim Robson: Sorry about that fans.. but we were in trenches of a war that we really didn't want to be near, so we fled. Very similar to Matthew Reason who is climbing that cage.. desperately running from Billy Rock! [With Reason pulling himself over top of the cage, Billy Rock begins his ascend.] [HUGE CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: AND BILLY ROCK IS CLIMBING HE CAGE AFTER HIM~! [Rock climbs after Reason.. and with Rock nearing the top, Reason sees and begins stomping on the hands of Billy Rock.. Jim Robson: OH NO. ROCK IS REALING. ROCK IS GOING TO DROP. DON'T DO IT MATTHEW. [MATTHEW LIFTS HIS FOOT TO STOMP ON ROCK'S FINGERS ONE LAST TIME.] [But Rock sends him back with a punch to the knee. Rock pulls himself up and clotheslines Reason on top of the Cage.] Jim Robson: ROCK AND REASON. 20 FEET IN THE AIR. SOMEONE'S GOING TO END THEIR DAMN CAREERS.. [Rock picks up Reason and laces him with a few punches.. Reason begins crawling away, but Rock grabs his legs, and on top of the cage, in front of the world.. with Matthew Reason hanging off the cage. Billy Rock locks on the figure four.] [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: Rock has on that figure four. and Reason is hanging off that edge! Jack Anderson: LET IT GO.. Jim Robson: He'd fall off! Jack Anderson: KEEP IT ON! Jim Robson: His legs will snap. Jack Anderson: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! [Rock pulls Reason away from the edge and then releases the hold. Rock then lifts up Reason - only to be BITCH SLAPPED in the face.] Jack Anderson: HE SLAPPED HIM. Jim Robson: LOOK AT ROCK!! HE'S BEEN INRAGED. [The look of Rock's face is priceless as he wipes his hand over the spot Reason slapped, stares at Reason and then jumps on him, laying him hard with right hands, rights and lefts, he then grabs his head and begins smashing it into the cage underneath him.] Jim Robson: Billy Rock is a monster! That was Rock's last straw. [Rock begins ripping at Reason's mask...] [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: THE CAGE. THE CAGE IS BEGINNING TO RAISE.. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?! Jack Anderson: I DON'T KNOW. I REALLY DON'T KNOW.. [Rock stands up and begins pulling on Reason's mask.] [CROWD POP~!] Jim Robson: WHO IS THAT!?!? [A figure in a black hood is being lowered on a bungee cord, he wears a black trench coat, black jeans and black boots. he seems to be playing with some sort of controller in his hands.] Jack Anderson: I DON'T KNOW! Jim Robson: SOME MAN IS BEING LOWERED DOWN ON TO THAT CAGE. HE HAS THE CONTROLLER FOR THE CAGE.. WHOEVER IT IS.. HE'S BEEN CONTROLLING THE GOD DAMN CAGE ALL NIGHT! Jack Anderson: IT'S MCMANNIS. IT'S GOTTA BE MCMANNIS! Jim Robson: MATTHEW REASON AND BILLY ROCK HAVE NO CLUE WHO IT IS. ROCK IS TOO BUSY TRYING TO RIP OFF REASON'S MASK! [Rock continues to pull and tug away at Matthew's mask as the man now stands behind Matthew Reason and Billy Rock with the controller in his hands as he stops the cage from rising, the cage about 10 feet off the ground is now a good thirty some what feet in the air. Rock with a kick to Reason, finally gets one last tug and pulls off the mask.. Rock's face goes pail as he looks at his unmasked opponent.] [MOTHERLOAD CROWD POP~!] [WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?] Jack Anderson: OH --- MY--- GOD!!!! Jim Robson: THAT'S NOT MATTHEW REASON.. THAT'S.. THAT'S. THAT'S JOHNNY SPADES~!?!? [Rock takes a few steps back in shock that the man he thought was the man who's ruined his life over the fast few months isn't the man he had just taken to hell, Rock bumps into the man who was in control of the cage, the man unmasks.. and with ax-handle in hand, and with Rock turning around it has all come together..] [CRRRRRRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-KKKKKKKKKKKKKRIIIIIIISS SSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] Jim Robson: MATTHEW REASON... THAT SICK SICK BASTARD. THAT'S MATTHEW REASON.. AND HE JUST CRACKED BILLY ROCK IN THE GOD DAMN THROAT WITH THAT AX-HANDLE! HE'S BEEN CONTROLLING THAT CAGE.. HE HASN'T BEEN IN THE RING WITH ROCK ONE BIT! Jack Anderson: HE IS A GENIUS. AND JOHNNY SPADES. HE PLAYED THE WORLD~! Jim Robson: I CAN'T BELIEVE THESE TWO.. I REALLY CAN'T! [Rock is laying motionless as Matthew Reason, with the burns on his face still there takes off his trench coat and walks over to Johnny Spades helping lifting him up. Reason and Spades pick up Rock both dragging him by an arm to the side of the cage, they both lift up Rock under the arm.. lift him way up into the air.] Jim Robson: DON'T DO IT.. THAT'S 30 FEET DOWN.. BILLY ROCK. Jack Anderson: THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HIM. Jim Robson: THIS IS HIS __GOD DAMN LIFE__ YOU TWO SICK BASTARDS. DON'T DO IT.. LET HIM GO FOR CHRIST SAKES! [They let him go alright.] [CROWD POPPING~!] [CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] CROWD CHANTING - HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Jim Robson: 30 FEET. A 30 FEET FALL AND BILLY ROCK MIGHT BE DEAD. Jack Anderson: I... I... Jim Robson: YOU WHAT?!? You keep cheering that man. Billy Rock isn't moving folks. [Immediately, EMTs rush out with a gurney and a stretcher and begins pushing away the literally hundreds of pieces the table broke into upon impact from Rock and begin attending Billy Rock.] [Switch] [On top of the cage we see Johnny Spades look over in shock of what just occurred. Matthew Reason is a bit different though, Reason walks over and grabs the control as he begins lowering the cage.] Jim Robson: That damn cage is now lowering again. We now know it's Matthew Reason controlling it, but why the heck is he bringing it down now? [The EMT's begin putting a brace around the neck of Billy Rock as well as cleaning the blood off his face and body. They place the stretcher and begin lifting him on the stretcher.] Jim Robson: This is really sad. It's a travesty that -THIS- had to occur. [As Rock is being put on to the stretcher, they turn to begin wheeling him to the dressing room, but the cage is now down, as Rock and the EMT's are positioned inside the cage.] Jack Anderson: They're trapped. Reason and Spades are coming down on both sides where the cage has been opened. The EMT's.. and more importantly Billy Rock is trapped. Jim Robson: Oh come on Matt. This is professional wrestling you fucking sicko. Jack Anderson: Whoa. [Reason climbs down landing on his feet besides the stretcher of Billy Rock, while Spades lands on the other side. Reason pulls out his ax-handle and. [CRACK!] [CRACK!] Jim Robson: Damn it! Reason just floored some EMT's. [BIG HEEL CROWD POP~! A "JEER" if you will.] Jim Robson: Reason has Rock. Reason is pulling Rock off the stretcher, and dragging him into the ring. [Reason grabs Rock, throws him over his shoulder and drops him into the ring. Reason then points at the ref to come into the ring, in which he does.. Then Reason covers him.] Jack Anderson: Matthew Reason has captured the IWFWOW Intercontinental title! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!! [THE BIGGEST CROWD POP EVER HEARD~!] Jim Robson: HE KICKED OUT!! BILLY ROCK KICKED OUT! Jack Anderson: HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE!?!? [Reason signals for Spades. Spades enters the cage, Reason signals to lift up Rock, Spades does. Now, with everything Reason has done to Rock, Billy is basically motionless, just being held up by Johnny Spades who, in all fairness is a bloody mess himself. Reason reaches into his pants and yet again pulls out the ax-handle. With Spades holding Rock, Reason pulls back and. [GULP~!] [HEEL POP~!] Jim Robson: RIGHT IN THE THROAT. HE NAILED HIM RIGHT IN THE DAMN THROAT. Jack Anderson: Did you see him drop?!? Jim Robson: Reason covering Rock. COME ON ROCK.. COME ON BILLY.. 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! [Can he!?] [CAN ROCK DO IT!?!?] 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: DAMN IT! DAMN IT! Jack Anderson: NEW CHAMPION!! NEW CHAMPION!! [Reason gets off of Rock, and with the scars.. the bruises on Reason's face. He smiles.. he then reaches out as the ref is handed the Intercontinental title from the bell keeper, he hands it to Reason. Matthew Reason holds it up by the strap in the air as this capacity crowd is in shock, some in tears as to what as happened.] Jim Robson: This is damn travesty. Something __MUST__ be done. FRANCINE: YOUR WINNER... AND NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION. MATTTTTTHHHHHEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW REEEEEEEEAAAAASOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah!! Jim Robson: Folks, Matthew Reason has just done what some say was the impossible... he has just won the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Championship in his first match here in the I/W. [EMTs continue to help Billy Rock... the second time they've been needed on the night, although this time it's much more serious.] Jack Anderson: Wow... what a night. Jim Robson: I'm speechless. [Robson and Anderson remain quiet for a couple minutes, as they wheel Billy Rock out... ] Jim Robson: I don't think I've ever seen Billy Rock taken out like that. Jack Anderson: Neither have I. Jim Robson: I guess that is what you expect when you end up having to take on two of your most bitter enemies of all time. Jack Anderson: Heh. Now just think if Justin Arcola was out here as well... Jim Robson: I don't dare to do that. [Suddenly, we see backstage... it's Shane St. Clair's dressing room.] Jim Robson: Well, as much as the events that have just gone down upset me, we do have to carry on with the pay-per-view. [On the door of Shane St. Clair's dressing room is a large 'keep out' sign. Not to mention, there are two _armed_ security guards standing in front of the door.] Jack Anderson: Looks like Shane St. Clair doesn't want anyone bugging him before his big match? Jim Robson: I would guess so. But before we take you to tonight's main event, I am hearing in the back that we have an update on the condition of Razor Ron Jeremy. Let's pray he's okay; let's pray that we'll see Razor Ron Jeremy wrestle again. Jack Anderson: Let's pray he can even stand up straight again. Jim Robson: Anthony Edwards is backstage by the...(getting slightly choked up) ambulence. Anthony... ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= [Camera cuts to the back. Anthony Edwards is in front of an ambulence.] Anthony Edwards: (speaking solemnly) This has been quite the evening folks. We may have all just witnessed the end of an I/W legend tonight. On a personal level I just want to say that I know Razor Ron Jeremy personally, and he's a great man with a big heart. He's just all-around a wonderful person to work with. I...I just wanted people to know that incase... incase...let's go see how he's doing. [Edwards walks over to the ambulence. The back doors are open. Upon closer inspection, we can see Razor Ron Jeremy, lying on a stetcher in the ambulence, and strapped in. He's hooked up to an IV and an EMT is next to him. Bootie is no longer strapped to his head. His eyes are slightly open.] Anthony Edwards: (carefully going into the ambulence) Ron?... [RRJ slowly looks up.] Razor Ron Jeremy: (quietly) Tony? [Crowd pops to hear him able to speak.] Anthony Edwards: How are you? RRJ: Am I in an a crazy house? Anthony Edwards: No Ron. You're in an ambulence. You're on your way to the hospital. EMT: He's really sensitive to the morphine, sir. Try not to confuse him. Anthony Edwards: Hey man, RRJ may be in a lot of pain but he's not a damn vegetable. RRJ: Tony, I'm okay. Anthony Edwards: Oh thank goodness! Can you tell us specifically what's bothering you? EMT: Sir please. Anthony Edwards: You just sit there and monitor that IV, young man! RRJ: (still speaking quietly) Well, my back has these shooting pans...ah! They...they make me shift around. M-My head is throbby. Anthony Edwards: B-But...I'm still R-Razor Ron Jeremy...Cuz...Cuz Ron is God... [Crowd POPS!!] RRJ: ...And...God is... [Suddenly, co-President Chris Jurkschat comes by the other side of the ambulence. The crowd boos horrendously.] co-President Jurkschat: Razor Ron Jeremy! How could you do that to yourself?? Anthony Edwards: (surpised) Nice to see you showing concern for your employees. co-President Jurkschat: That was INCREDIBLE!! The man was biting on your beanbags for God's sake, and then you still had it in you to strap Bootie to your head and senton bomb yourself into a row of chairs! Beautiful! Anthony Edwards: What?! co-President Jurkschat: This won't be forgotten, Razor Ron Jeremy. You've done a great job tonight, and although you lost to d'Artois I personally wanted to come over and congratulate you...Oh, and Shane sends his regards too. When you come back from your CAT scan I PROMISE you will go places. I STILL can't believe that. WOW!! Anthnony Edwards: You despicable... co-President Jurkschat: Watch yourself Edwards. (to driver) All right, it's time for this man to go. Rest up RRJ! Great job tonight! RRJ: Huh...? [Jurkschat personally closes the doors and pats the ambulence on the back. The sirens blare and the ambulence speeds off. Jurkschat looks down by his feet, and bends over to pick something up.] co-President Jurkschat: Hey,late you...Oh, and Shane sends his regards too. When you come back from your CAT scan I PROMISE you will go places. I STILL can't believe that. WOW!! Anthnony Edwards: You despicable... co-President Jurkschat: Watch yourself Edwards. (to driver) All right, it's time for this man to go. Rest up RRJ! Great job tonight! RRJ: Huh...? [Jurkschat personally closes the doors and pats the ambulence on the back. The sirens blare and the ambulence speeds off. Jurkschat looks down by his feet, and bends over to pick something up.] co-President Jurkschat: Hey, he must have forgotten this. [He pulls up Bootie from the ground. The crowd boos just a little more.] Anthony Edwards: I think you should give that to me, Mr. Co-Pres... co-President Jurkschat: Relax Tony. I'll hold it for him. I'll keep it in a safe place so that when RRJ comes back, he'll have no trouble finding it. [Jurkschat places Bootie under his arm and calmly walks away. Edwards looks like he's about to snap.] Anthony Edwards: Robson, Anderson....back to you. [fade back to ringside..] ======================================================================= IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI - IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI ======================================================================= Jim Robson: Folks... it's time. Jack Anderson: Is it ever!! Jim Robson: The IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship is on the line in just a few short moments. Jack Anderson: It's been heating up for a while now... with each of these three men trying to one-up each other. Jim Robson: And now it all comes to a head here tonight. Lets go to ringside. ____ _____ __ / ___|| ____/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- \___ \| _|| '_ \ WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! ___) | |__| (_) | Shane St. Clair vs Justin Arcola vs Eric Travers |____/|_____\___/ -=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW SUMMER EXPLOSION VI -=-=-=-=-=- -------------------------> WRITER: Chris J. <------------------------- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome... Jimmy Hosty, Mike Suppa, Ermes Falero, Tony Thunder, and Tom Frustieri. They are... FACELIFT !!! [A floodlight comes up to the side of the entranceway, where a small platform has been set up with a drumset, two guitars, a bass, amps, and microphones. It's your classic rock stage come to the IWF/WOW arena. The five members of the cult rock band Facelift take their places with their respective instruments. The vocalist Jimmy Hosty, a classic Brooklyn Italian who wears a great black shirt/silk pants combo complete with a enormous tan muffler cap and yellow sunglasses, comes to center stage and unhooks the microphone from its stand. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, the band generates a nice reaction.] HOSTY: What's up, Halifax? [City name-pop] HOSTY: This one goes straight out to the man himself, Layne Staley. Rest in peace, bro. And to Justin, the _next_ CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! [Mixed reaction at this.] HOSTY: HIT IT!!! [The band strikes up with a drumbeat intro from Frustieri. They begin to play the opening to an AiC tribute song, "It Ain't Like That". Heavy guitar riffs and a strong bassline accentuate the feeling as Hosty begins the first verse.] HOSTY (singing): # There I was, laid out on a table # # Screamin' sweat and bare feet to the floor # # In my life, I'd not soften # # Things that cut, and burn so often # # But I sit, think of somethin' # # Scared to face, the dyin' nothin' # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # [Suddenly, a floodlight comes up on the entranceway and the crowd comes to their feet. From behind the curtain steps Justin Arcola, clad in his traditional blue 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.] # Where I go is when I feel I'm able # # How I fight is why I'm feelin' sore # # In my mind, not forgotten # # Feel as though, a tooth were rotten # # Behind the smile, a tongue that's slippin' # # Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin' # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # [Arcola thrusts his clenched fist up in the air and snaps his head upward. He walks over toward the platform and points at Hosty in acknowledgement as the guitar solo begins. Hosty points back at him and nods his head. Arcola walks down toward the ring with a definitive flair to his step. He is all business tonight, and slides in under the bottom rope without even casting a glance at a single fan.] # Here I sit writing on the paper # # Trying to make the words you can't ignore # # In my eyes, what I'm lacking # # Score at face, a ten for slacking # # Sign the deal, set in motion # # Smaller fish, so huge the ocean # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # [Facelift concludes the song in a flash of heavy overdriven guitars and clanging cymbals as the crowd goes nuts for them. Arcola stands on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, taking in the reaction and once again pointing to the band, who returns the favor in kind with some scattered applause. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and stretches himself on the top rope, waiting patiently for his opponents.] Jack Anderson: I'm telling you, Jim. Arcola's got the ability. He's got the momentum going. And tonight, he's got the band. This just could be the night that he finally wins it all. Jim Robson: You could be right. Francine: Introducing the second man involved in this triple threat match... [The lights in the arena fade to complete darkness, and a gold spotlight shines on the entrance as the voice of Tricia Lane echoes through the sound system...] TRICIA LANE: It's time for some T.L.C.!! [The crowd erupts in a loud face pop as "Epic" by Faith No More begins to blast through the sound system.] FRANCINE: Accompanied to the ring by Tricia Lane... From Toronto, Ontario... He stands six feet, two inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds... "E P I C " E R I C T R A V E R S ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [The crowd reacts loudly again as Tricia Lane steps through the curtain, followed immediately by Eric Travers. Tricia Lane is wearing a tight fitting gold sequined dress, and gold heels. Her auburn hair is stylishly tied up. Travers is wearing his gold wrestling gear, consisting of gold trunks, gold boots, and gold knee and elbow pads. Travers has dark blond hair, no facial hair, and no distinguishing marks on his body.] [Tricia Lane makes her way down the ramp and Travers follows, stopping about halfway. Lane stands in a "runway pose" with Travers standing behind her with his arms raised in the air, as a series of gold pyrotechnic explosions go off on the stage. Once the pyrotechnics end, Lane and Travers continue walking to the ring. Lane climbs the steps, and is followed by Travers. Travers holds the ropes open for Lane, and then climbs in himself. Travers heads for the far corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms high in the air, eliciting a sizeable cheer from the crowd. Travers jumps down and walks over to Lane, waiting for the bell to sound.] Jim Robson: Travers comes out to a _tremendous_ response from the fans here in the Halifax Metro Centre! Jack Anderson: I don't know how it happened, but for some reason the fans started taking a liking to this guy. Jim Robson: It's because he's all about the IWF/WOW Jack. Jack Anderson: Yeah, yeah. [Suddenly, as referee Miguel Hernandez steps back and lets down his guard, Eric Travers and Justin Arcola go right at each other...] Jack Anderson: Woah! Jim Robson: It looks like we're underway... Jack Anderson: Arcola and Travers are going at it, trading blows in the ring. Jim Robson: These two had an outstanding match last week on MAYHEM when it was one on one, and there was a lot of respect formed, I'm sure, but also a lot more bitterness formed. Jack Anderson: They are two top notch performers. Jim Robson: Arcola whips Travers into the ropes now... NO! REVERSAL BY ERIC TRAVERS... [suddenly... the lights go _out_.] Jack Anderson: Huh? What's going on here!? Did VP Thompson forget to pay the power bill? Jim Robson: What are you talking about? He wasn't in charge of that. Jack Anderson: Stop making excuses for him. Jim Robson: What is going on? Travers and Arcola must be damn confused inside that ring. [A huge spot light shoots a glow across the aisle way, as "Debonaire" by Dope begins to pump over the PA, and a huge heel pop begins to echo throughout the arena.] Jack Anderson: The World Champion! It has to be! Jim Robson: I do believe that you're right. [However, still no one comes out of the curtain.] Jack Anderson: But where is he? [Suddenly, a blast of three pyro's echo throughout the arena... from high in the rafters a black platform begins to lower slowly to the ground. The platform is suspended by four steel cables attached to the celing of the arena.] Jim Robson: What is going on!? Jack Anderson: I don't know. [Halfway to the floor it is revealed that the IWF/WOW Champion Shane St. Clair and co-President Jurkschat are the occupants of the platform. St. Clair has his head bowed down his chin tucked into his chest. co-President Jurkschat stands behind him with his arms folded across his chest. As the platform lowers to the ground, St. Clair steps off his head still bowed to the ground. Three more burst of pyro shoots up from the floor level. Jurkschat then hops off in front of St. Clair with mic in hand.] CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: Now coming to the ring... hailing from Jacksonville, FL... The current IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!! ....... "THE HEADLINER" SHANE ST. CLAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Shane St. Clair throws his head back arching his back with a deep yell. His eyes are blood shot and red. The veins in his chest and arms seem to be ready to burst right out of the skin. He moves slowly towards the ring, sweat dripping off his body, and a small drip of drool falling from his chin. He lumbers towards the ring, Chris Jurkschat walking right behind him. Instead of using any kind of sense, he immediately rips the title off his waist and slides into the ring going straight at Travers and Arcola.] Jim Robson: My dear lord... look at the champ. That is not the same champ that sat with us at Mayhem. Jack Anderson: Hell Jim, that isn't the same champ that was sitting in the dressing room earlier. I spoke with him, wished him luck, and this... this is not the same person. Jim Robson: Damn you co-President Jurkschat, as much as I hate that man standing in the ring. What the hell have you done... what the hell have you done. Jack Anderson: And now Shane St. Clair is getting involved in the action. Jim Robson: AS ARCOLA AND TRAVERS GO OVER AND DOUBLE TEAM HIM!! Jack Anderson: They whip St. Clair into the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Jim Robson: NO!!! ST. CLAIR DUCKS! He turns around... ST. CLAIR DRILLS A CLOTHESLINE ON BOTH TRAVERS AND ARCOLA!! Jack Anderson: Wow... look at St. Clair. He's pumped. Jim Robson: Shane St. Clair with Eric Travers now... he slams him down to the mat. Jack Anderson: He had better watch out though, there is Justin Arcola coming from behind him. Jim Robson: Arcola gets St. Clair from behind... BACK SUPLEX BY JUSTIN ARCOLA!! Jack Anderson: Ohh... that was nice! Jim Robson: Eric Travers is getting to his feet. Jack Anderson: I'm sure they're going to go at it now. Jim Robson: No, hold on, I don't think they will. Travers is applauding Arcola, telling him that was a nice suplex. Jack Anderson: Huh? Jim Robson: Travers is picking St. Clair up now... BOW AND ARROW SUPLEX!! Jack Anderson: Ohh!! That was rough. Jim Robson: Co-President Jurkschat looks pissed on the outside. Tricia Lane is just smiling, cheering on Eric Travers. Jack Anderson: Arcola is telling Travers that he has something even better. Jim Robson: What could that be? Jack Anderson: I don't know. Jim Robson: Arcola has St. Clair... T-BONE SUPLEX!! Jack Anderson: Oh, wow! Great suplex. Jim Robson: It seems Arcola and Travers are just trying to outdo each other - at St. Clair's expense. Jack Anderson: That's for sure. Jim Robson: Travers is now telling Arcola that he's got something even better. Jack Anderson: Oh man... I can't imagine what he has planned! Jim Robson: Travers with St. Clair... Jack Anderson: WAIT!! Jim Robson: ARCOLA DRILLS TRAVERS IN THE GUT AS HE WAS GOING TO SUPLEX ST. CLAIR ONCE AGAIN!! Jack Anderson: Looks like Justin Arcola got tired to trying to one-up each other. Jim Robson: It certainly does. Arcola with Travers now... CLOTHESLINE BY ARCOLA SENDS TRAVERS TO THE OUTSIDE!! Jack Anderson: Ouch! Travers fell to the outside and hering, because the pinfall might happen without you getting the chance to break it up. Jack Anderson: True enough. However, Justin Arcola has noticed that Eric Travers is getting to his feet... here comes Arcola now! Jim Robson: BASEBALL SLIDE KICK BY ARCOLA SENDS TRAVERS INTO THE STEEL GUARD RAIL!! Jack Anderson: Ouch! That also nearly sent Travers into the first few rows. Jim Robson: Arcola has really taken his game up a notch - and with good reason. Jack Anderson: This is his first real chance to win the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship, he's not going to let it pass him by without putting up one hell of a fight. Jim Robson: And he's doing just that. Arcola goes right back to work on Shane St. Clair. Arcola with St. Clair... REVERSE DDT!! Jack Anderson: Arcola is really taking it to the Headliner. Jim Robson: We can see co-President Jurkschat really pacing at ringside. He has got to be worried that St. Clair's run as IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion could be over here tonight at Summer Explosion VI. Jack Anderson: What? Why would he be worried? I'm not worried. St. Clair has it in the bag. Jim Robson: What about Justin Arcola? Jack Anderson: Arcola? Well, sure, he could do it to. Jim Robson: Or Eric Travers? Jack Anderson: Nah. He doesn't have the same attitude that made him great. Jim Robson: But he is a former two-time World Heavyweight Champion - and becoming the first ever three-time World Heavyweight Champion has to be a strong motivator. Jack Anderson: But it's all for not, because Travers won't be walking out with the title here tonight. Jim Robson: Well, Arcola now has St. Clair setup... PILEDRIVER!! Jack Anderson: He could have broken his neck with that move! Jim Robson: Arcola goes for the pinfall... he hooks the leg! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TRAVERS PULLS ARCOLA OFF OF ST. CLAIR!! Jack Anderson: Ohh!! I so thought Arcola had it. Jim Robson: Travers is now back in the ring, and he's trading blows with Justin Arcola. Jack Anderson: But wait... Jim Robson: St. Clair is getting back to his feet right away. Jack Anderson: St. Clair comes from behind... he has Justin Arcola... Jim Robson: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!! Jack Anderson: Oh my! Jim Robson: BUT NOW TRAVERS GRABS ST. CLAIR!! Jack Anderson: There is a ton of bitterness between these two, going back to before EGOS & ICONS. Don't forget that Travers is the one who St. Clair defeated to win the title. Jim Robson: Good point... WAIT! St. Clair rakes the eyes of Eric Travers... St. Clair with Travers now... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY ST. CLAIR!! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! Jim Robson: Travers is down in the middle of the ring. Arcola is over in the corner, trying to rest some. Jack Anderson: That's the smart thing to do here. Jim Robson: St. Clair is going to the outside. Jack Anderson: What? What is he doing? Jim Robson: He's grabbing a microphone wire! Jack Anderson: Oh no! This is trouble for everyone in the ring! Jim Robson: St. Clair rolls back into the ring with the microphone wire. He's got it... AND NOW HE CHOKING ERIC TRAVERS WITH IT!!! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah!! Jim Robson: Referee Miguel Hernandez is telling him to cut it out. Jack Anderson: Now what's he going to do? Jim Robson: Hey, be careful, Hernandez is a former wrestler. Jack Anderson: Keyword: Former. Jim Robson: St. Clair is setting Travers up along the ropes... what for, I do not know. Jack Anderson: I think I do! Jim Robson: What!? Jack Anderson: Just watch! Jim Robson: Oh no... Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! Jim Robson: St. Clair with the microphone cord... HE'S HANGING TRAVERS WITH THE MICROPHONE CORD ALONG THE ROPES!! Jack Anderson: Hahaha! Jim Robson: This is _horrible_! Somebody stop him? Jack Anderson: No way! Jim Robson: Miguel Hernandez is trying to free Travers. St. Clair is standing there and laughing! Much like you are, Jack. Jack Anderson: And look at the face on co-President Jurkschat! He's got a _huge_ smile on his face. Jim Robson: This is just devious! Jack Anderson: Nah! Jim Robson: Referee Miguel Hernandez _finally_ gets Travers free, as Travers falls to the floor on the outside of the ring. Jack Anderson: St. Clair is going to the outside. Jim Robson: Meanwhile Justin Arcola is being the smartest of them all - sitting back and letting these two battle it out. Jack Anderson: On the outside, Travers is being covered by Shane St. Clair. Jim Robson: But this isn't a falls count anywhere match! Jack Anderson: It should be! Jim Robson: St. Clair is yelling at Hernandez, telling him to come over and make the count. Hernandez is telling St. Clair that it's not falls count anywhere. Jack Anderson: What the hell? He's the world champion... you've got to listen to him! Jim Robson: What!? You can't just make or change rules as you need them just because you're the World Champion. Jack Anderson: But when you've got co-President Jurkschat on your side... Jim Robson: Huh? Jack Anderson: Look! Co-President Jurkschat... he's coming over, and is telling Hernandez is come to the outside and _make_ the count! Jim Robson: Oh come on! This isn't fair! Jack Anderson: Haha... you're damn right it is. Jim Robson: Miguel Hernandez does have some morals though, he's refusing to change the rules and make the count! Jack Anderson: WHAT!? Jim Robson: Now there is a referee who has a ton of new respect from myself, and I'm sure many of the fans here inside the Metro Centre! Jack Anderson: But wait... Jurkschat is now telling him that if he doesn't, he's fired! Jim Robson: Oh my god... give me a break. Jack Anderson: Look at Hernandez... Jim Robson: What? Damnit... it looks like he's following through. Jack Anderson: He is! He is! He's coming to the outside to make the count... Jim Robson: Here is the pinfall... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [Hernandez, obviously upset about the order, takes his time making the count, making it more like a nine count, rather than a three.] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [of course, with all this extra time, it gives Justin Arcola some time to get to his feet and get over to where the count is taking place...] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ARCOLA MAKES THE SAVE!!! Jack Anderson: Damnit! I was _sure_ that St. Clair had it right there. Jim Robson: Well, Eric Travers is still very much shaken up, and out of breath. Jack Anderson: Arcola is now stomping the living hell out of Shane St. Clair! Jim Robson: But co-President Jurkschat comes from behind... he's tapping Arcola on his shoulder. Jack Anderson: What!? This could be a big mistake on the part of co-President Jurkschat. Jim Robson: Arcola turns around... he's looking Jurkschat dead in the eye now. You know, I think Jurkschat is just realizing that it may have been a big mistake. Jack Anderson: Jurkschat is backing off... Jim Robson: But Arcola isn't! Jack Anderson: Look at the look of fear in Jurkschat's face. Jim Robson: WAIT!! HERE COMES ST. CLAIR FROM BEHIND!! HE SHOVES ARCOLA DOWN, AND ARCOLA GOES RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RINGSTEPS!! Jack Anderson: Oh my.. Jim Robson: Look at co-President Jurkschat now! He's acting like it's all over. Jack Anderson: It might as well be. St. Clair is in total control. Jim Robson: Don't be so sure... HERE COMES ERIC TRAVERS! Jack Anderson: What's he going to do? Jim Robson: HE'S GOING TO LOW BLOW SHANE ST. CLAIR!! OH MY GOD!! Jack Anderson: What!? Now _that's_ cheating! Jim Robson: Hardly. Travers with Shane St. Clair on the outside now... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Jack Anderson: Oh my... and on the _outside_ at that. Jim Robson: Travers is going for the cover! Jack Anderson: What the hell? This isn't falls count anywhere! Jim Robson: Co-President Jurkschat made Miguel Hernandez make the count on the outside for St. Clair, so now he's going to do it for Travers. Here is the count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [big pop!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ARCOLA BREAKS UP THE PINFALL! Jack Anderson: My god that was close. Jim Robson: Was it ever. Co-President Jurkschat is furious at Hernandez now, but it doesn't make a difference. Jack Anderson: Miguel is going to have to answer some serious questions after tonight. Jim Robson: Travers is up and he's going at it with Justin Arcola now. Arcola and Travers go back into the ring. Jack Anderson: Travers with Justin Arcola... Jim Robson: KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION BY TRAVERS!! He now sets Arcola up... GUTWRENCH SUPLEX INTO A PINNING COMBINATION!!! Here is the count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!! NO!! JUSTIN ARCOLA KICKS OUT!! Jack Anderson: Come on Arcola! Fight back. Don't give up. Jim Robson: I don't think he plans on it. Arcola will never give up. He's fighting back right now. Jack Anderson: Arcola is getting to his feet. Here he comes at Travers... Jim Robson: ... BUT TRAVERS CATCHES HIM!! He lifts him up... AND DROPS HIM THROAT FIRST OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Jack Anderson: OHH!! Jim Robson: That's just about as bad as earlier on, when St. Clair was hanging Travers. Jack Anderson: Hold on... where is Shane St. Clair now? Jim Robson: I'm not sure. Jack Anderson: Wait!! There he is... Jim Robson: He's coming over to where Justin Arcola is. Jack Anderson: Arcola is still dangling over the top rope... Jim Robson: St. Clair grabs a hold of him... Jack Anderson: Ohmygod! Jim Robson: ST. CLAIR POWERBOMBS JUSTIN ARCOLA TO THE FLOR!! Jack Anderson: _DAMN_! Jim Robson: St. Clair is looking down on Justin Arcola, and laughing. Jack Anderson: He knows Arcola is done with for sure! Jim Robson: But he still has to worry about the Epic One. Jack Anderson: He's no threat. Jim Robson: Don't be so sure... he comes Travers. He looks down on St. Clair... AND TRAVERS SPITS AT ST. CLAIR! Jack Anderson: WHAT!? Jim Robson: Travers is yelling at St. Clair, telling St. Clair to fight like a champion should, and to get in the ring. Jack Anderson: You can't do that to the World Heavyweight Champion! Jim Robson: He just did... ... AND ST. CLAIR IS GETTING BACK IN THE RING! Jack Anderson: Travers is in trouble for sure now. Jim Robson: It's St. Clair and Eric Travers, one on one inside the ring now. Jack Anderson: St. Clair is going to easily overpower Travers. Jim Robson: And he does just that! St. Clair throws Travers into the corner. St. Clair backs off... and now he comes charging!! BUT TRAVERS MOVES AND ST. CLAIR HITS THE POST!! Jack Anderson: Travers jumps right to his feet. Jim Robson: Boot to the midsection of St. Clair... AND NOW A DDT!! Jack Anderson: TRAVERS COVERS ST. CLAIR! Jim Robson: THE COUNT!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . ST. CLAIR KICKS OUT AT TWO AND A HALF!! So close, yet so far. Jack Anderson: Travers isn't wasting anytime though. He's keeping right on Shane St. Clair, making sure St. Clair doesn't have anytime to recover. Jim Robson: Travers with St. Clair... SPIKE PILEDRIVER BY THE EPIC ONE!! Jack Anderson: He landed hard. Jim Robson: Travers goes for another pin! The count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!! MY GOD SHANE ST. CLAIR KICKED OUT!! Jack Anderson: What a man he is. Our World Champion. You've got to respect him. Jim Robson: Respect? I'm sure some people do, but I don't know why. [On the outside, we see Justin Arcola looking under the ring.] Jack Anderson: What's Arcola doing? [Arcola pulls out his trademark Louisville Slugger.] Jim Robson: Oh, so that's what he's getting. Jack Anderson: He's a smart man I tell ya... a smart man. Jim Robson: I wonder what he's going to do when baseball season is over? Jack Anderson: Break out the hockey sticks, bay-be! Jim Robson: Arcola is sitting back with that Louisville Slugger, waiting for the right moment to come. Jack Anderson: And it might just be soon as Travers whips St. Clair into the ropes... BUT ARCOLA GRABS ST. CLAIR BY THE LEGS AND PULLS HIM TO THE OUTSIDE!! Jim Robson: Woah... St. Clair is stunned on the outside. Jack Anderson: Arcola is measuring St. Clair up now... he winds up... he swings straight ahead, tomahawk-style... ************** CRUNCH ************** Jim Robson: OH MY GOD!! He just drilled St. Clair over his head with that bat. Jack Anderson: And it didn't even break! Damn, Louisville Sluggers are good. Jim Robson: Arcola now rolls St. Clair back into the ring. Jack Anderson: Travers is going for the cover... Jim Robson: The count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ************** CRUNCH ************** . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . OH MY GOD!! While Travers was going for the count, Arcola entered the ring with the bat - and without being noticed - and just smashed it down hard onto the back of Eric Travers. Jack Anderson: Wow... Jim Robson: Travers was _this_ close from becoming the first ever three-time IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion. Jack Anderson: Arcola is now looking at both Eric Travers and Shane St. Clair. Both men are down on the mat, and not moving, except for a few breaths. Jim Robson: And they're struggling just to breathe. Jack Anderson: I think Arcola is trying to decide who is weaker... and he's going after St. Clair, after all, St. Clair was the one who was hit with the bat over the head. Jim Robson: Arcola covers the World Heavyweight Champion now... the count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [MEGA POP!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [BUT WAIT!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [IT'S CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [HE PUTS ST. CLAIR'S FOOT ON THE ROPES, GETS UP ON THE RING APRON, AND STARTS YELLING AT MIGUEL HERNANDEZ ABOUT IT!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THE REFEREE STOPS THE COUNT BECAUSE ST. CLAIR'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! Jack Anderson: _FINALLY_! Jim Robson: But it was only there because Jurkschat put his foot on the rope! Jack Anderson: Arcola is getting to his feet now, and he *knows* what Jurkschat did. Jim Robson: And I think... oh yes, I know, Arcola will be out for revenge. Jack Anderson: He's coming after Jurkschat!!! [MEGA HEEL POP... SHANE ST. CLAIR IS UP! BUT ARCOLA DOESN'T KNOW!] Jim Robson: Arcola doesn't see Shane St. Clair sneaking up behind him! Jack Anderson: And St. Clair has that Louisville Slugger! Jim Robson: Someone is in trouble... Jack Anderson: St. Clair swings.... WAIT!!! [HUGE FACE POP!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA MOVES!! OH MY GOD!! SHANE ST. CLAIR JUST DRILLED CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT IN THE GUT WITH THE BASEBALL BAT!! Jack Anderson: NO!! This isn't right... this isn't supposed to be how it all goes down! Jim Robson: St. Clair is looking on in shock... he drops the bat... Jack Anderson: Oh no!! St. Clair really can't believe what he's just done. Jim Robson: Jurkschat is down and out on the outside! Jack Anderson: WAIT~!!! ARCOLA HAS THE BAT NOW!! OH NO!! [ANOTHER FACE POP!] Jim Robson: He's looking at St. Clair... St. Clair is still in shock! Jack Anderson: Travers is getting to his feet now. St. Clair has no where to run. He's got Arcola on one side of him, and Travers on the other. Jim Robson: ARCOLA SWINGS AT ST. CLAIR... [OH NO!] Jack Anderson: ST. CLAIR MOVED!! Jim Robson: THE BAT HITS ERIC TRAVERS OVER THE HEAD!! THIS TIME IT SHATTERS!! [Travers falls to the mat...] Jack Anderson: I think Arcola just hit Travers twice as hard as he hit St. Clair the first time on the outside! Travers must be unconscious. Jim Robson: That caught Arcola off guard... Jack Anderson: HERE COMES ST. CLAIR!! Jim Robson: BUT ARCOLA CATCHES HIM!! Jack Anderson: WOAH!! What's Justin Arcola doing with him!? Jim Robson: He's got him in midair... Jack Anderson: OH MY GOD!! [Arcola has St. Clair in midair... and brings him over to the corner, where Arcola drives St. Clair down horizontally so that St. Clair's head is driven into the _steel_ ringpost!!] Jim Robson: That's the Turnbuckle Powerbomb!! Jack Anderson: Only that wasn't onto the Turnbuckle... that was onto the _STEEL_ RING POST!! Jim Robson: St. Clair falls to the mat! I think he's unconscious... Travers is barely moving yet after that hit to the head earlier. Jack Anderson: Arcola is saying that it's all over now... Jim Robson: ARCOLA WITH ST. CLAIR... Jack Anderson: OH NO!! Jim Robson: ARCOLA DRIVER BY JUSTIN ARCOLA!!!! Jack Anderson: IT'S OVER!! Jim Robson: Justin Arcola covers Shane St. Clair... the count... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [TRAVERS IS FIGHTING TO GET UP!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [TRAVERS TO HIS FEET!!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [CAN HE MAKE IT IN TIME!?] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9999999 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3?????????????????????????? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [POP!] . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [TRAVERS PULLS ARCOLA OFF OF ST. CLAIR!] [WAS IT IN TIME!?] DING! DING! DING! [NOPE.] [CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT LOOKS ON IN SHOCK.] FRANCINE: Here is your winner................... ............... AND _NEW_ IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .............. ................................ JUSTIN ARCOLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: WE HAVE A NEW IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! Jack Anderson: My god... Arcola has done it!! [Referee Miguel Hernandez gives Arcola the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title.] Jim Robson: He certainly has... Jack Anderson: Wow... what a match... all three men gave it their all. [Arcola raises his title high above his head... Travers watches on, upset with himself over not breaking the count sooner... St. Clair is still down and out... while co-President Jurkschat is furious on the outside.] Jim Robson: Folks... we are... _out_of_time_! For Jack Anderson, I'm Jim Robson. SO LONG FROM HALIFAX! [And with that... we fade to black, or the credits at least.] .___ __ _____________ /\ __ __________ __ __ | / \ / \_ _____/ / / / \ / \_____ \/ \ / \ | \ \/\/ /| __) / / \ \/\/ // | \ \/\/ / | |\ / | \ / / \ // | \ / |___| \__/\ / \___ / / / \__/\ / \_______ /\__/\ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ (c) IWF/WOW Productions 2001 http://members.home.com/iwfwow/