[TV 14 DSLV] [Over a sheet of darkness, the spaced out, grinding chords to the introduction of Korn's "Blind" call out.] ***** * ******* *** * ****** * * *** *** ** ** * * * ** ** ** * * * ** * ** ** * * *** ** **** ** ** ** ** *** ** **** * **** * ** *** ** ** *** *** ** * *** * ** **** ** * *** **** ** *** *** ** * **** **** *** *** * *** ** *** *** ** ** ** *** ** ** ** ** ** *** ** ** ** *** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** *** ** ** *** * * * * ** ** ** **** ** ** ** *** * *** * ** ** ** * **** * ** ** ****** * ********* *** * ***** ** **** ** ** *** * ***** *** *** ** ** ** * * ** * * * _______ __ | _ .----.-----.-----.-----.-----| |_.-----. |. 1 | _| -__|__ --| -__| | _|__ --| __ __ __ |. ____|__| |_____|_____|_____|__|__|____|_____||__|__|__| |: | |::.| `---' [A dim, lightly golden beam crawls across the screen, and briefly, the silver I Slash logo.] [As the music accelerates, the same golden light captures fleeting, haunting images, beginning with "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, in all seriousness, turning his head slowly toward the camera ... ... Justin Arcola with his arms folded. No glimmer of remorse in his eyes ... ... A chilling look into the narrow eyes of Maverick, behind a shredded curtain of soggy, black hair ... ... "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy, naked as can be except for a sock over his manhood, flicking his tongue ... ... A diagonal view of RRJ wearing a green boot on his head ... ... Matthew Reason, with his back turned, faintly looking over his shoulder through chords of jet black damp hair ... ... "Headliner" Shane St. Clair grinding his fist into his palm ... ... "Epic" Eric Travers, complete with Oakley sunglasses, Nike Canada "Epic" t-shirt, and smugness has his arm around Tricia Lane, who's head rests on his shoulder.] [Just as Jonathan Davis growls his trademark phrase, the same words flash one at a time across the screen in brilliant spurts of silver.] _____ / _ \_______ ____ / /_\ \_ __ \_/ __ \ / | \ | \/\ ___/ \____|__ /__| \___ > \/ \/ . . . _____ ___ \__ | | ____ __ __ / | |/ _ \| | \ \____ ( <_> ) | / / ______|\____/|____/ \/ . . . __________ __ _________ \______ \ ____ ____ __| _/__ __ \_____ \ | _// __ \\__ \ / __ < | | / __/ | | \ ___ / __ \_/ /_/ |\___ | | | |____|_ /\__ >____ /\____ |/ ____| |___| \/ \/ \/ \/\/ <___> [The song continues for twelve more seconds, replaying the images of the wrestlers at an accelerated tempo, until ... ] ... silence ... ... blinding darkness ... ... and then ... [A warm, dry wind howls across the black screen ... ] [Soon, the scene prevails. A black and white, yet cinematic tint washes over a shot of a tattered green boot on cracked dirt. A boot that might be worn on one's head.] [Footsteps are heard. The camera goes in search. A few feet away lie the splintered remains of a Louisville Slugger. Nearby, a shredded Syracuse letter jacket.] [We find something. A set of black military boots shuffling along the dirt. They pass slowly by several more forboding omens.] [Shattered glass, with a Wood Grain alcohol label flapping in the hot breeze.] [A blood spattered chair, smeared with clown make-up.] [A broken cane.] [Color saturates the scene. Revealing the brown dirt. The strangely orange tint of the skyline. The camera climbs a pair of black leather pants ... a black denim vest over a burly, hairy torso ... then a long dark beard hanging off a weathered face. This man is of no consequence, but you wouldn't want to find him in a dark alley. Behind him, in the sky, clouds begin to form images of what might have been. And faintly, the lyrics of AudioVent's "The Energy" are heard ... ] MAN: Mommy? [HIT IT!!] # ... WE ARE THE ENERGY!! ... # # ... WE ARE THE SAME AS YOU!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING YOU NEED!! ... # [Razor Ron Jeremy enters the arena on top of his 1979 Honda Accord ... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis hits Sammy Griffin with Head Trauma ... ] # ... WE ARE THE ANSWER TO ... # # ... THE BROKEN, BREAKING THROUGH!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME!! ... # ["Legacy" Paul Kiljoy speaks to Maverick as he lies on a dance floor in the shards of a disco ball ... Maverick spears Kiljoy in the back, nearly breaking him in half ... ] # ... Now that you're leaving ... # # ... It complicates our lives ... # [Infinite Justice and the Men In Black brawl up the aisle ... Dagger dropkicks a chair into Johnny Revere's face ... Matt Allen pushes over a ladder with Davis Washington and Jayson on it ... ] # ... But I am the reason ... # # ... That I will stay alive ... # [Shane St. Clair rolls Hightower up in a victory roll ... Justin Arcola nearly snaps Cooper Concrete's ankle ... St. Clair puts Arcola out with the Sweet Release ... Arcola demolishes Team Harris with a chair ... ] # ... WE ARE THE ENERGY!! ... # # ... WE ARE THE SAME AS YOU!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING YOU NEED!! ... # ["Epic" Eric Travers sprays mace into Sammy Griffin's eyes and mouth as he's cuffed to the ropes ... Griffin eliminates Travers and Wade Thompson from the Independence Day Rumble ... ] # ... WE ARE THE ANSWER TO ... # # ... THE BROKEN, BREAKING THROUGH!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME!! ... # [Mack Ensassarol attacks both Viper and Figaro with a chair ... Viper sprays mist into Figaro's eyes ... Figaro DDT's Ensassarol ... ] # ... WE ARE THE ENERGY!! ... # # ... WE ARE THE SAME AS YOU!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING YOU NEED!! ... # [Crazy Brave hits No More Reservations on the Ewiak Brothers from the top of a cage ... Frank Ewiak busts Crazy Brave over the head with a skateboard ... ] # ... WE ARE THE ANSWER TO ... # # ... THE BROKEN, BREAKING THROUGH!! ... # # ... TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME!! ... # [Matthew Reason chokes Garrett Jax with fishing line ... Garrett Jax faces off with a hoard of security ... Reason is placed in a squad car ... ] # ... Cause I'm not dying ... # # ... No I'm not dying ... today ... # [McMannis repeatedly bashes RRJ in the arm with a steel chair ... RRJ spinebusters McMannis ... two different shots of both McMannis and RRJ staring off with Gunnar Gaines ... ] _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| ______ ______ ______ ______ (_____ \ / __ |/ __ (_____ \ ____) ) | //| | | //| | ____) ) /_____/| |// | | |// | |/_____/ _______| /__| | /__| |_______ (_______)\_____/ \_____/(_______) ____ ____ _ _ _____ _ _____ _ _____ ____ _____ / _ \/ _ \/ \__/|/ \ /| /__ __Y \ /|/ __/ / \ /|/ __// _ Y__ __\ | | \|| / \|| |\/||| |\ || / \ | |_||| \ | |_||| \ | / \| / \ | |_/|| |-||| | ||| | \|| | | | | ||| /_ | | ||| /_ | |-|| | | \____/\_/ \|\_/ \|\_/ \| \_/ \_/ \|\____\ \_/ \|\____\\_/ \| \_/ [The top left corner of the screen reads: August 25th, 2002 Pengrowth Saddledome Calgary, Alberta, Canada as several sparks burst high above the ring.] !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! V/O: THE I SLASH WELCOMES YOU TO CALGARY!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! V/O: THE I SLASH WELCOMES YOU TO THE SADDLEDOME!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! !!!!! (( KABOOM )) !!!!! V/O: THE I SLASH WELCOMES YOU TO SUMMER EXPLOSION 2002!!! _DAMN_ ... _THE_ ... _HEAT_!!! [We gallop across nearly sixteen thousand, berzerk I Slash fans raising their signs, their arms, and their voices. Several of the signs that make it on camera read ... .] [We ascend to the broadcast table, placed behind the "hot camera" in the second deck. Jim Robson, Jack Anderson, and Owen Ambrose stand behind the table in a small area just out of the fan's way. Jim and Owen wear dress shirts and black sports jackets. Jack wears a hawaiian shirt.] JR: Ladies and gentlemen, THANK YOU for joining us tonight at the Pengrowth Saddledome for the biggest event in IWF/WOW history! We're mere moments away from the most searing action we've ever seen! From top to bottom, one of the most complete and solid cards I remember ever looking forward to! The I Slash is planting it's feet tonight! Fans, I'm Jim Robson! Standing next to me is Jack Anderson, and to his left his Owen Ambrose! OA: It's finally here! The moment of unadulterated truth! We will find out just who destiny was _really_ aiming for last month at Egos & Icons when "Suicidal" Nate McMannis challenges Razor Ron Jeremy for the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title! JA: After months and months of being restrained against his will, McMannis is finally turned loose! He's finally getting what he's deserved for months now, but was always unjustly denied! I predict a new world champion will be crowned tonight! JR: Jack's opinions aside, it should be a compelling encounter. There is SO MUCH MORE to look forward to, including the unification match between Paul Kiljoy and Maverick! Justin Arcola defending the hardcore title against Shane St. Clair in a hardcore lumberjack match! OA: I'm hearing some UNBELIEVABLE rumors as to who Arcola may have brought with him for that one. JR: I can't wait to find out. We have a TLC match for the tag team titles! Plus TONS more! Several scores will be settled tonight, once and for all! [The camera cuts to the back parking lot of the arena suddenly where Fabian Cruz stands over a bloody and beaten Sabin Figaro.] JR: Oh my God! OA: Fabian Cruz, the "Career Killer", has ambushed Sabin Figaro!! [Cruz has his fist cocked back as he grabs a handful of Sabin's hair and punches down into the cut over his forehead knocking him back down to the ground! Cruz pulls Fiagro back up to his feet by the back of the head and slams him face 1st into the dumpster leaving a head size dent in the steel! Cruz begins to stomp away at Sabin before lifting up the top of the dumpster, Fabian pulls Sabin up onto his shoulder as the back door is knocked open and Brian Nelson rushes out holding his arms up and waving them around quickly getting Cruz's attention!] NELSON: Whoa whoa whoa! Cruz, dammit! What the hell!? What do you think you're doing!? That man's got a match tonight! [Cruz glares at Nelson who takes a quick step back, realizing he's gotten too familiar with the "Career Killer". Fabian quickly dumps Sabin into the dumpster and slams the lid down. Cruz stands there before rolling his shoulder back and cracking his neck from side to side. Cruz walks towards Nelson who holds his head up high, putting up a false sense of bravado. Fabian stops right infront of Brian and stares down at him.] CRUZ: I did you a favor and took out the trash, and it's not even Tuesday.... NELSON: When I need a favor from _you_ I'll-- [Cruz throws his head back and laughs in Nelson's face before he can finish, then quickly losing the humor in the moment and glaring down at Nelson] CRUZ: Well, it looks like there's an opening in that 3 way dance now isn't there! NELSON: Apparently! CRUZ: [leans down nose to nose with Nelson] Not anymore... NELSON: You don't leave me with much of a choice. [Cruz grabs Nelson's wrist and looks down to his wrist and his watch, Cruz starts to tap his finger against the face slowly and methodically.] CRUZ: The buy rate of this event is going up by the second...you realize that...[smirks] that's why you've got no problem putting me in this match... [Cruz smirks as he pinches Nelson's cheek, the owner jerks his head back and glares at Fabian] CRUZ: You're not such a clueless boss afterall...I'm going to go get ready for my match....[pats Nelson on the back] You have a nice night now... [Nelson stumbles back a step as Cruz shoulders past him and jerks the back door open walking inside.] NELSON: Animals. [Back to ringside.] JR: What about THAT? Fabian Cruz just took out Sabin Figaro, and it seems to me he's being REWARDED for it! OA: That's not right. I don't care. The match should be one on one now. Cruz should be escored from the building. JA: He's only taking what he feels he was slighted. JR: Alright, moving along ... ho boy ... here we go, guys. I'm being told that we're waisting no time tonight. It's TIME for "Bullfrog" Garrett Jax and Matthew Reason to get it on! OA: If this isn't the most violent match of the evening, I'd be surprised. In my estimation, not even St.Clair/Arcola will be able to reach the violence that this one is capable of. JA: Isn't it beautiful? One of the Boys Next Door _finally_ gets what's coming to him. But to sick a jail-starved Matthew Reason on poor Jax? _I_ even feel sorry for him. [laughs] [The camera pans around the audience, stopping on some familiar faces] JR: Regardless of the demolition coming up, here we see that Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines' legendary father, Larry "Chainsaw" Gaines, and even the grandfather, Ebeneezer Gaines, are here tonight! They're definitely looking, well .. JA: They're drunk, Jim. JR: Drunk or not, the 'Chainsaw' certainly was a grappler back in his day, and no doubt, he would have _loved_ to been in this one as well. [laughs] Seems like the Gaines' are having a good time tonight - no doubt they've come to root on Gunnar as he tries to keep order tonight, but as far as I know, we're still waiting on Gunnar to arrive. His plane is running late, Owen? OA: That's what I've heard. JA: Where the hell do you guys get these sources? ]========[ GRUDGE MATCH ]========[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| MATTHEW REASON vs. "BULLFROG" GARRETT JAX ]=====================[ Writer: Rick [Flames rip up from the four corners as the lights start blinking on and off in rapid fashion. We can visibly see Jack Anderson jump] JR: Here he comes! JA: I HATE THAT! #WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?!# ["Where's Your Head At" by Basement Jaxx bounces from the speakers and all screens above flash the smiling face of Garrett Jax.] #Where's Your Head At?!# #Where's Your Head At?!# FRANCINE: Introducing from the Great State of Wyoming USA, standing 6'8 and weighing 280lbs, here is ... ... "B U L L F R O G" G A R R E T J A X ! ! ! [The curtains part, but no one stands there. Instead, a figure leaps from the crowd, climbs the turnbuckle, and begins waving his hat!] [THE 'FROG POP!!!] [Garrett Jax is wearing faded blue jeans, steel tipped rattlesnake skin cowboy boots, and no shirt. His wrists are heavily taped and though his smile is friendly, his eyes are deadly.] JR: Here's Garrett, he looks ready for this match, albeit a little nuts from the last few weeks events. OA: No kidding Jim, he's not all there, and you _can't_ be all there to want to face Reason. JR: It's about this time I wished the announcer's booth had protective glass around it. Who knows what ... ##I know the pieces fit ## JR: Uh oh. [Crowd gives very mixed response, but a HUGE pop none-the-less] ##cuz I watched them fall away## ##Mildewed and smoldering## FRANCINE: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada ... ##Fundamental differing## ##Pure intention just exposed## ##will set two lovers souls in motion## ##Disintegrating as it goes## FRANCINE: Standing 6'5" and weighing in at 269 lbs ... ##testing our communication## ##The light that fueled our fire## ##then has burned a hole between us so## ##We cannot see to reach an end## FRANCINE: He is "HISTORY'S NEXT DERRANGED MIND" ... ##crippling our communication## ... M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! JR: Oh God, imagine what our psycho looks like tonight! He has just spent the last few weeks in PRISON! I don't think Jax knows what he's waiting for, I don't think WE have any idea what's waiting for us! JA: Put the kids to bed! OA: Uh, guys ... he's not coming out. JR: What? [Indeed, no Matthew Reason] FRANCINE: I have been informed by the referee, that if [gulp] Matthew Reason doesn't come to the ring by the count of ten, this match will be awarded to Garrett Jax! [Crowd boos] OA: Well! Maybe they didn't let him out of his cell! JR: I don't know, folks! But as civilized, God-fearing humans, we can only hope and _pray_ that Reason won't answer this count! And, dare I say, this officiating crew wants to get this one over before it starts, too! FRANCINE - ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! JR: He's not coming! He's not going to make it! JA: Oh come on Matthew! I want to see Jax's ass smoked! SEVEN! ... ... ... EIGHT!! .. .. .. JR: YES! JA: NO! .. NINE!! .. .. .. [LIGHTS OUT!!] JR, JA, & OA: Uh-oh. [The lights are out, and who the hell knows what's going on. There are several screams in the audience, and we can hear hustle and bustle in the ring. Finally, we hear the microphone make a 'PFFTT' noise, sounding like it has hit something] [The lights come on, and ...] JR: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! REASON IS IN THE RING! REASON HAS ... JA: REASON HAS DESTROYED _EVERYTHING!_ [Indeed, the ring is a mess. The referee is unconscious in the corner, with fishing line wrapped around his neck. And the man himself, Matthew Reason, stands behind Francine, holding a cloth over her mouth. Francine does not look well] JR: OH GOD, NO! WHAT IS THAT CLOTH! JA: Oh, Jim ... that's chloroform. Francine is _out_. Oh Lord ... [Jack hides under the table] OA: That can be fatal! Reason is nuts! JR: AND JAX HAS SEEN ENOUGH! HE CHARGES REASON! ###BLAM!!!### CROWD: UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! JR: Oh no ... OA: REASON JUST NAILED HIM WITH AN ... AXE HANDLE?! Oh Jim, he's been prepared for this. This has all been calculated, _everything_. [sighs] This is classic Matthew Reason, and we've all been taken. JR: And now he _jams_ that axe handle right in the gut of Jax! Whatever game plan Jax had coming into this has just had to go out the window! Reason has _destroyed_ everything in his path tonight! The referee and, dear Lord, Francine, have not moved. Jax is clutching his ribs! Jack Anderson is quivering underneath the table! OA: What a freak show. JR: Reason is climbing to the top rope now? He's still got that axe-handle in hand .. CROWD: URRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHH!!!! JR: HE JUST PERFORMED A DOUBLE-KNEE DROP TO THE STOMACH OF GARRETT JAX FROM THE TOP ROPE! [sighs] Garrett Jax has been fooled with the rest of us, but he's the one having to take the majority of the punishment. OA: This is not going to be pretty. There's not even a referee for this yet, Jim! JR: Reason continuing to beat on Jax ... I'm afraid his ribs are just done for already. [Reason pauses for a second to look to the crowd, in his hand a bloody axe-handle, and if you look very, very closely, hidden behind the mask of Matthew Reason is the hint of a look of approval. The crowd both cheers and jeers, but really, who can make heads or tails of this man] OA: What runs this man, Jim? Matthew Reason is a _legit_ psycho, and he said he was going to kill Garrett Jax in this ring, tonight! Where it's legal ... JR: You're absolutely right, Owen, and ... [The crowd pops!] JR: JAX IS ALIVE! He just kicked Reason where the sun don't shine! Reason is human after all! And Jax is up! Right cross ... and a shoulderblock! He grabs Reason from behind, what is this? A full nelson? OA: NO! He's running forward! [Jax propels both he and Reason forward, smashing into the turnbuckle] JR: NO SEAT BELT! NO SEAT BELT! Jax has been talking about that move! And he goes for a cover! .. .. .. .. OA: Dude, that ref is so gone right now. JR: As far as I can tell, Jax might have won with that move alone! Jax has got Reason up now ... LOOK AT THE FACE OF GARRETT JAX! HE'S FIGHTING PSYCHO WITH PSYCHO! OA: He throws Reason in, and there's that leaping butt slam! JR: Wake up the ref, Jax! And he's going to do so now! Man, that ref has been choked out or something, but at least he's moving at this point. Jax is trying to slap him into it, but hell, this might be a lost cause ... OA: WATCH OUT! JR: AHHH!! #BLAM!# YES! JAX BLOCKED THE AXE HANDLE, AND FORCED IT BACK INTO REASON! NOW JAX HAS THAT AXE HANDLE! HE'S GOING TO TOWN ON REASON! HE'S NOT STOPPING! OA: JAX HAS LOST IT! AND I DON'T BLAME HIM! [Suddenly, a small pop emerges from the aisleway. We turn to look ... and see a young buxom blonde woman with black rimmed glasses come prancing down the aisle to the ring] JR: Who the hell is that? OA: Hey Jack, get up! You might want to see this. JR: This young woman should _not_ be here! And she's calling out to Jax! Jax has completely lost it on Reason, pounding him with that axe handle, but he's stopped! The woman has his attention! OA: Reason's slipping out here by us! JA: Man, it's dark under there ... AH! [Jack ducks back under the table as Reason walks by the announcing crew, grabs a chair, and ducks back inside the squared circle] JR: JAX IS SPEAKING TO THAT WOMAN! AND REASON HAS THAT CHAIR! ##CLANG!!## OA: Oh man ... JR: He's hauling Jax up now, where is he going? NO! REASON IS GOING TO THE TURNBUCKLE! OA: You're kidding me ... JR: .... OA: .... JR: REASON HAS LIFTED JAX UP! REASON HAS ... -------------####BOOM!!!####---------------- ... ... JR: TOP-ROPE GUTBUSTER!! OA: HOLY S[BLEEP!] JR: AND THAT COLLISION WOKE THE REFEREE UP! NO! OA: NOT LIKE THIS! 1!! . . 2!! . . 3!!! JR: ... OA: ... JR: Damn it ... how can the referee allow Reason to win this match? This is ridiculous! OA: Nelson has got to do something here! This is close to being a fricking disgrace! [Reason tosses Jax outside, still beaving on him with the same axe handle] (( DING DING DING )) JR: This is heinous! Reason _continues_ to beat on Jax! Listen, this match is over, Jax has had enough of your sickness, you freak! This has to stop! [The camera catches Larry 'Chainsaw' Gaines stand up, yelling something to Reason] JR: Seriously, this is too much, and it looks like Larry Gaines has had enough as ... OA: NO! HE JUST BUSTED LARRY OVER THE HEAD! JR: WHAT THE HELL! LARRY LANDED IN THE SECOND ROW! THIS IS RIDICULOUS! REASON HAS ATTACKED THE CHAINSAW! AND .. OH NO! [Reason reaches over the railing, grabbing Ebeneezer by the neck, and pulls him forcefully over the railing] OA: Oh, Jim. Ebeneezer is 60-plus in age .. JR: HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH, MATTHEW! DAMNIT! BILLY ROCK WAS THE ONLY GUY THAT COULD CONTAIN THIS MAN! THIS IS TOO MUCH! REASON HAS GONE TOO FAR! [He throws the 60+ year old into the ring steps to stun him, then picks him up and wraps some fishing line around his neck _and_ the ring post, strangling the poor old man against the post] OA: Oh, Jim. This needs to stop, now. Ebeneezer is an old man! REASON! STOP IT! STOP IT! [The crowd boos as Reason picks up a chair ...] JR: NO!!! NO NO NO NO!! IF GUNNAR WERE HERE, THIS WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING! BUT REASON HAS A CHAIR! GOD, NO!! [He raises the chair to strike Ebeneezer] JR: ... OA: ... ---------###[BLAM!!]###----------- CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! JR: ... I'm ... speechless. OA: Thank God he's leaving. JR: Owen, a 60-plus old man just got smacked with a chair by the hands of Matthew Reason. I'm tempted to say God just wasn't paying attention tonight. OA: If Gunnar were here ... JR: Reason, FINALLY leaving, but you're right, when Gunnar Gaines arrives tonight, there is going to be HELL to pay! =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== [Fade into the roof of the MAYHEM Arena where we see Jesse & Frank Ewiak, both clad in street clothes. Frank is in the background, but Jesse's right in front of us, but has his back to the camera.] JE: Eye to Eye wants to talk about cowboys and Indians, huh? Well, here's a history lesson for ya'. The James Brothers were one of the most feared bank robbin'teams in the Old West. They killed people, they got lots of money, and at the end of the day, one of 'em even lived 'till he was about eighty. My name is Jesse James Ewiak. His - [Points to Frank.] JE: - is Frank James Ewiak. At the end of the day, do ya' think we're scared of you two. You can jump off all the canyons ya' want. The truth is at the end of the day, we're goin' to climb the chain and get shot at the Eye Slash World Tag Title again. It doesn't matter who holds them. Men in Black, Infinite Justice, the DSC. We will go full force at them just like we will at you. Because boys, this isn't about justice or vengeance anymore. Frank and I, we're beyond that. This is about pride. Provin' we're still the best damn tag team in this fed and there's nothin' anybody can do about it. [Quick pause as Jesse faces the camera. His forehead still has a bandage on it and he has a few day growth on his beard and his hair is longer than normal.] JE: As for Intent to Injure, I don't think you've realized this yet. It's not that we're trapped in the cage with you, you're trapped in the cage with us and that is not a good thing at all. You see, we're both pissed off right now. And when we're pissed, we fight dirty as Travers or St. Clair. This isn't about cheers or jeers anymore. This is about the fact that you two cost us the World Tag Titles. We should be in that TLC match, not the Down South Connection. That's our belts they're holdin' and we'll get them back, sooner than later. Now, I believe Frank wants to talk to Infinite Justice. [Camera pans over to Frank, who has on a plain white t-shirt and jeans with no smile on his face. And a baseball bat in his hand.] FE: So, you two f[BLEEP]s are the one who attacked us? The one who just about gave me a slipped disc in my back. The reason why we don't have those shiny gold belts. Well, 'Dixie' and Revere, I guess then, you're dead men. Plain and simple. If you aren't crippled after the TLC match, then Me and Jesse - we'll finish the goddamn job. Point blank boys, you wanna' be hypocrites? Fine. You wanna' act all innocent, then attack men from behind? Fine. But you don't screw with the best damn tag team in the business. At Summer Explosion, you may climb the ladder and become new World Tag Champs, but after that, just like Intent to Suck McMannis's c[BLEEP], you're... BOTH: DEAD MEN WALKING! [Fade to black.] ]========[ CHAIN TO FAME ]========[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| INTENT TO INJURE vs. THE EWIAK BROTHERS ]=====================[ Writer: Wizade FRANCINE: The following contest is the special CHAIN TO FAME MATCH!! The winning team will receive a shot at the IWF/WOW World Tag Team Championship!!! [LOUD POP!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first... ["Hotdog" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] #ladies and gentlemen introducing the chocolate starfish and the hot dog-flavored water bring it on get the fuck up yeah check one, two listen up listen up here we go it's a fucked up world a fucked up place everybody's judged by their fucked up face fucked up dreams fucked up life a fucked up kid with a fucked up knife fucked up moms and fucked up dads a fucked up cop with a fucked up badge fucked up job with fucked up pay and a fucked up boss is a fucked up day fucked up press and fucked up lies while lethal's in the back with fucked up eyes hey, it's on everybody knows it's on hey, it's on everybody knows it's on ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth a nine-inch nail - get knocked the fuck out fucked up aids from fucked up sex fake-assed titties on a fucked up chest we 're all fucked up so, what cha wanna do? with fucked up me and fucked up you you wanna fuck me like an animal you like to burn me on the inside you like to think i'm a perfect drug just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me ain't life a bitch a fucked up ditch a fucked up sore with a fucked up stitch a fucked up head is a fucked up shame swingin' on my nuts it's a fucked up gamejealously thrills up a fucked mind it's real fucked up like a fucked up crime if i say fuck two more times that's 46 fucks in this fucked up rhyme hey, it's on everybody knows it's on hey, it's on everybody knows it's on you wanna fuck me like an animal you like to burn me from the inside you like to think i'm a perfect drug just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me you can 't bring me down i don't think so you better check yourself before you wreck yourself kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish, punk kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish you want to fuck me like an animal you want to burn me from the inside you like to think i'm a perfect drug just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me# FRANCINE: First from Detroit, Michigan standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing 250 pounds... ... J U S T I N V I N C E A B E L ! ! ! And his partner is from the reservation outside of Carlsbad, California standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 218 pounds... ... C R A Z Y B R A V E ! ! ! They are ... ... I N T E N T T O I N J U R E ! ! ! [Abel is wearing a Detroit Red Wings jersey with the number 12 and his last name on the back, red amatuer wrestling tights and white and red boots. He has short dark brown crew cut hair and is clean shaven. Crazy Brave is part Native American with long dark brown hair that reaches down his back. He is wearing knee length tan shorts and shoes. They walk confidently to the ring ignoring the fans and enter the ring. They stand on the second turnbuckle in opposite corners and execute the I2I hand sign (flip the bird, victory sign then flip the bird.)] FRANCINE: And their opponents... ["My Way" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd gives a healthy face pop.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Palm Bay, Florida, at a total combined weight of 525 pounds... ... F R A N K E W I A K ! ! ! ... J E S S E "T H E A V E N G E R" E W I A K ! ! ! ... T H E E W I A K B R O T H E R S ! ! ! ! [Frank Ewiak comes down to the ring, absently-mindenly slapping hands as his eyes are fixed on the ring. Frank wears a pair of baggy shorts and an open white button-up shirt to the ring. Jesse Ewiak comes out, staring at the ring. He does not even notice the fans, as he comes out, clad in his leather jacket and black jeans. As he slides in the ring and takes off his jacket, we see his 'V' tatoo on his back.] (( DING DING DING )) JR: There's the bell, and this match is underway!! OA: This is going to be a very interesting matchup Jim. I've never seen anything like this anywhere, JA: I guess I'll have to agree. Two teams, in a steel cage, having to climb a chain and each sign the contract first to get a shot at The World Tag Team Titles. And now, that chain is going to raise and lower every two minutes... It's bizarre. JR: Intent to Injure and The Ewiaks. They're eyeing each other from opposite sides of the ring. Right now, the chain is in the raised position. Two minutes into the match that chain will lower, and then two minutes later it will rise again. CRAZY BRAVE SPRINTS ACROSS THE RING AND DIVES INTO THE EWIAKS!! OA: It's on now! JR: Abel is over there now, and these four men are throwing punches like wildfire!! Abel pairs off with Jesse Ewiak, and Crazy Brave with Frank as these two groups move towards seperate sides of the ring, still pounding on each other!! OA: This is what it's all about Jim. A shot at tag team gold is on the line, and these two teams are going after each other! JA: It's all for naught if your last name is Ewiak though. Intent to Injure are going to win the match, there's no question in my mind. JR: Jesse Ewiak just drilled Justin Vince Abel with a vicious clothesline, that knocked the Intent to Injure member into the cage! Jesse lifts Abel and sets him up... JACK KNIFE POWERBOMB!! OA: "The Avenger" looks like he's ready for this match Jim. Another couple of those, and there's no way in hell Abel will be able to climb the chin and sign the contract! JR: As Jesse lays the boots to Abel, Frank and Crazy Brave are still going back and forth! Frank whips Crazy Brave into the ropes... Reversed!... Frank launches himself at Crazy Brave with a Flying Cross Body, but Crazy Brave ducks!! Frank stands up quickly... RIGHT INTO AN EZUIGIRI!! Crazy Brave stands... AND JESSE EWIAK JUST ABOUT TOOK CRAZY BRAVE'S HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!! JA: What a cheap shot!! He blindsided the poor guy!! OA: This coming from you? You're a model for hypocrites everywhere. JA: Shut up! Go get me a coffee or something! JR: Jesse lifts Crazy Brave and presses him over his head!! Jesse Ewiak has Crazy Brave at his mercy!!... AND THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE!! Frank is up now, and perched on the top rope. Abel stands... MISSLE DROPKICK!! And Justin Vince Abel eats cage from the momentum of that dropkick!! The Ewiak Brothers are dismantling Intent to Injure now!! OA: That chain should begin to lower any time now, and when it does, it looks like a Ewiak is going to be the first to sign! JA: That would suck! JR: The Ewiaks lifts Justin Vince Abel and whip him into the ropes... [POP!!!] JR: OH MY GAWD!!! THEY JUST FLAP JACKED HIM INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!! JA: Damn!! That must have hurt! OA: I think that opened him up guys!! JR: You're right Owen, Justin Abel is bleeding as a result of that move!! The Ewiaks lifts Crazy Brave now and whip him into the ropes... BACK BODY DROP INTO THE... WHOA!! Crazy Brave did a... FLYING CROSS BODY BLOCK KNOCKS DOWN BITH EWIAKS!! JA: What a move!! OA: The Ewiaks double backdropped Crazy Brave towards tha cage thinking his back would hit it, but he did a full somersault in the air, caught himself on the cage, and then propelled himself off the side of the cage for the cross bodyblock! Amazing agility!! JR: The Ewiaks thought they had backdropped him into the cage, but somehow.. Man what a move! Wait a second!! That chain is lowering!! If Crazy Brave can get himself up and grab that chain with the Ewiaks down, he may be the first to sign the contract! JA: C'mon little guy!! JR: Right now, all four men are down, but The Ewiaks are getting up, as are both members of Intent to Injure. Now all four teams have seen that the chain has lowered! ABEL SPEARS JESSE EWIAK!! Crazy Brave leaps at Frank... SPINNING HEEL KICK TAKES HIM DOWN!! Crazy Brave stands and he's beginning to climb the chain! Justin Abel is struggling with Jesse Ewiak in the corner... A hard knee doubles over Abel!... DDT!! Jesse stands and grabs Frank, who was slowly getting up!! OA: What is Jesse doing? Is he? He's lifting Frank onto his shoulders!! JA: ILLEGAL!! JR: Not at all Jack! Jesse lifts Frank on his shoulders, and Frank reaches up and grabs Crazy Brave's ankle!! Frank is tugging away, but Crazy Brave is holding on!! OA: Crazy Brave better hold on, he's already 10 feet or more over the ring. JA: What's the contract at? 15 feet? OA: Looks like it. JR: Crazy Brave is trying desperately to hold on... HE FALLS!! Crazy Brave couldn't hold on and he falls to the mat!! The Ewiak tower wobbles, but Jesse is able to regain his balance, and now Frank is grabbing the chain, and is ascending it!! JA: Wow, he's moving pretty quick! OA: If I'm not mistaken, the CHAIN is moving! JR: You're right Owen! That chain is raising again, and this time with Frank Ewiak hanging on for dear life!! OA: That chain is still rising. I looked earlier, and I think the contract is an additionl 15 feet high when it's raised! Frank Ewiak, is halfway up the chain, and as it finishes rising any time now, he'll be over 20 feet above the ring!! JA: HAHAHA!! And he has to hold himself up there for 2 full minutes!! Or else, he falls, and if he falls, I don't see any way he's continuing the match! JR: Frank is looking down, and now up... He's going to keep climbing!! OA: He may as well! If he falls, at least he'll have signed that contract!! JR: In the ring however, his brother has just been blindsided by a bloody Justin Abel!! Now both members of Intent to Injure are laying the boots to Jesse Ewiak, whle his brother hangs 30 feet above the ring!! JA: I think Frank Ewiak just penned his name on that contract!! OA: He did! That's the first name! If Jesse signs before both members of Intent to Injure, The Ewiaks get the shot! JA: Nice call Captain Obvious! JR: Intent to Injure are laying a beating on Jesse Ewiak!! They lift him... DOUBLE IRISH WHIP INTO THE CAGE!! Justin Abel grabs Jesse and RAKES HIS FACE IN THE CAGE!! Abel holds Jesse's face on the side of the cage as Crazy Brave bounces off the ropes and charges... OH MY GOODNESS WHAT A DROPKICK TO THE SMALL OF THE BACK!! JA: Good strategy! Take out his back, and he won't be able to climb the chain! JR: Frank Ewiak has climbed down to the bottom of the chain. He's hanging, ready to drop the nine feet or so left between his feet and the mat... [HUGE POP!!] OA: HOLY CRAP!! JR: CRAZY BRAVE JUST MISSLE DROPKICKED FRANK EWIAK OFF THE CHAIN!! Frank Ewiak feel at least nine feet to the mat and landed on his BACK!! OA: Here comes the chain again!! JA: This is a perfect opportunity for Intent to Injure to even the score! JR: It really is Jack. Jesse Ewiak is down, Frank is down, and Intent to Injure are definitely in better shape at this point. As the chain lowers, and Justin Abel begins to climb! Crazy Brave is keeping his eyes on both Ewiaks as Justin Abel climbs. Crazy Brave climbs the ropes, and looks down at Frank Ewiak... FLYING SOMERSAULT LEGDROP!!! OA: That will keep him down for a few more minutes! JA: You're damn right it will!! Hahahaha!! JR: Justin Abel has reached the contract... WHOA!! He almost fell as he released his grip with one hand to grab the pen... Abel stables himself and signs! The match is even! It's up to either Crazy Brave or Jesse Ewiak to sign and win the match for their respective teams!! JA: CRAZY BRAVE!! Where's he going? OA: Abel is on his way down, but Crazy Brave is headed for the top of the cage!! JR: If he hits this, the match will be over! Crazy Brave is eyeing Jesse Ewiak... NO MORE RESERVATIONS FROG SPLASH!!!! JESSE EWIAK MOVES!!! JA: OH NO!! OA: What an IMPACT!! Abel is off the chain, which is once again rising, and he slaps the ropes in frustration after watching his partner miss that move. If hed just stayed on the mat, he could have climbed the chain and this match would be over!! JR: Crazy Brave's personality, which is a strong suit of his in many ways, may have just cost Intent to Injure a shot a World Tag Team gold!! Frank Ewiak is still in a bad way in one corner of the ring, and Justin Abel is going to make things worse for him! Abel lifts Frank... AND RAKES HIS FACE INTO THE CAGE!! OA: That wasn't really neccessary, Frank Ewiak was hurt by the fall from the chain due to Crazy Brave's missle dropkick earlier on. I doubt he'll be a factor in this match from here on! JR: Crazy Brave is starting to move, as Justin Abel continues to assault Frank Ewiak in the opposite corner. Jesse Ewiak is up and he's heading straight for Abel! Jesse spins Justin Abel... AND DRILLS HIM WITH A HUGE RIGHT HAND!! Crazy Brave is up and he jumps on Jesse's back hooking on a sleeper hold!! OH MY GOODNESS!!! JESSE EWIAK JUST DROPPED ALL OF HIS WEIGHT BACKWARDS AND SQUASHED CRAZY BRAVE INTO THE MAT!! OA: This is a war!! JR: Abel jumps up and drops an elbow, but Jesse moves and the elbow hits Crazy Brave!! Both Jesse Ewiak and Justin Vince Abel stand... OH BOY!! Ewiak has Abel by the throat!!! EWIAKBOMB VERSION 3 POINT ZERO!!! OA: Here comes the chain!! JA: C'mon Crazy Brave!! Get up!! JR: Jesse Ewiak stands and watches as the chain lowers! The Ewiaks are going to win this I think!! OA: Hold that thought Jim, Crazy Brave is standing! JR: Crazy Brave is up! Jesse isn't paying attention to him! Crazy Brave goes to the top rope... HE FLIES!... BULLDOG!!! The chain has lowered, and now it's Intent to Injure who appear to be on their way to victory!! I didn't even notice Crazy Brave getting up! JA: Well, he's up, and he's knocked Jesse down! All he has to do is climb the chain and sign!! JR: There he goes! Crazy Brave is scaling the chain... Jesse is getting up now! He looks up, and Crazy Brave is halfway up the chain!! Jesse grabs the chain and shakes it but to no avail!! Crazy Brave is nearing the top, and all Jesse can do is... He's climbing after him!! OA: He isn't giving up Jim, though it looks like a lost cause! Heart of a champion! JA: Heart of a fool!! It's over!! Crazy Brave has the pen and he's signing!! JR: No he isn't, he's shaking the pen!! OA: The pen isn't working!! JA: WHAT!?!?!? Give me a break!! Can't Nelson even afford a new pen for this match!! JR: Crazy Brave is trying desperately to make that pen write, but there's only so much he can do while he's hangin on a chain 15 feet in the air!! OA: Look at Jesse go now! He's found renewed hope, and he's nearing Crazy Brave!! JR: Jesse is right below Crazy Brave, and he's actually climbing right up beside him!! Crazy Brave still can't get the pen to work, and Jesse Ewiak is grabbing his arm to make things worse!! CRAZY BRAVE JUST STABBED JESSE EWIAK IN THE FOREHEAD WITH THE PEN!!!! LOOK AT HIM DIG IT IN!!! JA: YES!!! OA: How long can Jesse stand that pain!!... JR: JESSE EWIAK HAD TO LET GO OF THE CHAIN, AND HE FALLS 15 FEET TO THE MAT!!! [HOLY SHIT POP!!] OA: What an impact!! JR: Crazy Brave is looking at the tip of the pen... He just smiled... He SIGNS!!! (( DING DING DING )) [A camera closes in on the contract. Two signatures are in black, one is in red.] OA: I think... [The camera shows blood spilling from Jesse's forehead where Crazy Brave stabbed him.] OA: Crazy Brave signed that contrac with Jesse Ewiak's blood!! FRANCINE: The winners of this match ... and NEW number one contenders to the IWF/WOW Tag Team Titles ... ["Hot Dog" by Limp Bizkit plays.] ... I N T E N T T O I N J U R E ! ! ! ! ! JR: This has to be considered somewhat of an upset! JA: I dunno. I feel fine about it. OA: When WAS the last time you were outraged? JA: When I looked down a couple of minutes ago and my coffee wasn't refilled. What do you DO here, kid? JR: Aye aye aye. =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== JR: Good night! What did we just see? Crazy Brave signing that contract in Jesse Ewiak's BLOOD? OA: Those tag team titles are bringing out the animal in _everyone_! JR: Then just think about the zoo this place is about turn into. A shot at the unified intercontinental title is anyone's ball game! JA: And thank God for Fabian Cruz. Thank God for the CAREER KILLER closing the lid on Sabin Figaro. JR: I think that positively sucks, Jack. The only positive that's stemmed from that is Brian Nelson adding Jacob Josh Jordan to the mix just moments ago! JA: _WHAT_!? OA: You heard him right. Sources tell me that Nelson was so infuriated about what Cruz did to this triple threat match that he added Cruz's fast becoming nemisis to the mix! And you can bet that Jordan will be looking for revenge for what Cruz did to April a week and a half ago. Let's get hear what Cruz thinks about the whole thing. JR: As if we care. [The camera opens up infront of Fabain Cruz's locker room, as the door swings open the miserable human being steps you and glancs up to the camera and then over to Anthony Edwards. Curz smirks a bit as he glances up and down the aisleway then back to Anthony.] CRUZ: What?! AE: Fabian, I was just looking to get a few words with you! CRUZ: Here are a few words...[beep] off! [Cruz turns and starts to walk down the hall as Edwards takes a deep breath and follows after him.] AE: Cruz, how can you justify your actions earlier tonight against Sabin? You left him bleeding and almost unconscious in a dumpster! [Fabian turns around with a smirk playing on his lips.] CRUZ: I did what someone should have done a long time ago, put his ass in the trash! In the process I made this 3 way dance just that much more interesting! Let's face it no one wants to see Vile Vince Viper roll around the ring like a beached whale when I run through him like a Cruz Missle and the Flamingo Kid...Sunshine Kid...whatever his name is, has no reason even to be in the same arena as me! You wanna know who'll be walking out of the ring with his hand raised in victory? AE: Fabian Cruz.... [Cruz snickers a bit with a sinister look plastered on his face.] CRUZ: And do you who's going to go onto Mayhem and show Mavrick or Kiljoy that this is a new era in the I/W...an era where they're yesterday's news and there's someone else's name that everyone is talking about... AE: Uh...Fabian Cruz.. [Cruz smirks again as he watches Edwards.] CRUZ: Keep placating me, it may keep you alive long. [Cruz taps Edwards solidly on the side of the face and turns to walk away as Anthony speaks up.] AE: Well what about Jacob Josh Jordan just being named to join into the match! [Fabian stops in his tracks and cracks his neck to the side spinning back around and storming down on Edwards backing him up against the wall! Edwards turned his head to the side as Cruz shouted into the mic, and the interview man's face!] CRUZ: What the hell does that mean!? That piece of trash isn't in this match! No one in they're right mind should even give this moron air time let alone an important PPV! [Edwards moves the mic to his lips not looking at Cruz.] AE: Brian Nelson... CRUZ: GRAH! Jordan wants to put his career on the line now! He thinks he's a big man and can actually stand toe to toe with Fabian Cruz? He's wrong! DEAD WRONG! I slapped his bitch around last week and this week I'm gonna slap him around LIKE a bitch! [Cruz starts to turn away before twisting back quickly right back into Anthony's face!] CRUZ: I don't care if it's Ensassarol! Viper! Jordan! Your Grandmother! IT DOESN'T MATTER! Someone's getting hurt, and if you bother me for another [beep]in' interview, that someone...is GONNA BE YOU! [Fabian gets a hand up into the face of Edwards and shoves him out of his way! Edwards almost falls barely catching his balance as Cruz storms off knocking over several productions cases along the way in anger!] ]========[ TRIPLE THREAT ]========[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| "VILE" VINCE VIPER vs. "SUNSHINE KID" MACK ENSASSAROL vs. FABIAN CRUZ vs. "THE ONE" JACOB JOSH JORDAN ]=====================[ Writer: Matt Weeks ... _ALL_ Matt Weeks FRANCINE: The following contest is a FOUR CORNERS match for a shot at the unified IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!! [POP!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... #PUNETAAA!!!!!# Francine: Coming down the aisle ... hailing from Denver, Colorado ... standing 6'3" and weighing in at 248lbs ... here is self-proclaimed CAREER KILLER ... ... F A B I A N C R U Z ! ! ! #Criado en la isla del coqui Puerto Rico es lo unico pa' mi honrado y alegre me siento de Yo ser Puertorriqueno. Nunca vendere ,no te vendere...# [Fabian Cruz jerks the curtains aside and steps out from behind them. His eyes are narrowed and focused on the ring as "Orgullo" by Nonpoint blares over the PA system. Wearing a pair of black and silver trunks and matching boots, a white and silver jacket hangs off his broad shoulders as he raises both arms in the air and looks around with a sneer!] #Derramare sangre por mi bandera y no lo veo de otra manera tu odio me tiene agitado porque en mi patria me he dedicado.# [Cruz drops his arms back to the side and walks towards the railing yelling at the top of his lungs at the fans who continue to taunt him! Cruz swings down at the ground as his grits his teeth and turns away from the screaming crowd heading towards the ring!] #Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas) sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!) sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas) sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar. # [Cruz walks down to the ringside area and leaps up onto the apron, kneeling on one knee he looks out over the crowd and shakes his head, rising back up to his feet he ducks between the ropes and into the ring walking towards his corner and shaking the jacket back off his shoulders and whipping it over the top rope and down to the ringside attendent and yelling at her motioning to the back.] #Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.# #Hecha pa alla!# #No hay razon, razon por tu ignorancia acaba ya deja tu infancia o es que eso se haria por nada por ver mi patria libre. # [Cruz turns back to the turnbuckles and climbes up to the middle, he looks around to the fans and glares down at someone who catches his eye in the front row. Cruz pokes himself in the chest and throws both arms in the air fingers pointed to the sky!] #Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas) sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!) sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas) sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar. # #Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir. # [Cruz grabs the mic from Francine who glares at him, Cruz starts to pace around the ring like a caged animal glaring up the aisle. Cruz raises the mic back up to his lips and begins to speak.] CRUZ: So it looks like Triple Gay couldn't stand the fact that I was able to earn a spot in this match tonight, so he had to go cry like a baby who's sucked his madre's tit dry to our esteemed president Brian Nelson! Jordan, what I did to your woman was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you tonight! That was your warning, if you're not going to heed it then you're gonna learn the hard way, why they call me the "Career Killer"! [HUGE HEEL POP!] [Fabian clears back out over the crowd and shakes his head in disgust.] CRUZ: Boo me all you want it doesn't change the fact that when that bell rings tonight there's going to be 3 bodies left motionless, like that fat [beep] from Drowning Pool, here in the middle of the ring and there's not a thing anyone...ANYONE can do about it! [Cruz throws the microphone down and begins to pace around the ring looking back up the aisle waiting for his opponents!] JR: I don't even understand why this cretin is standing here right now. After what he did to Sabin Figaro he should be SUSPENDED, not rewarded. JA: Oh, Robson, just cough it up. You know you've been waiting YEARS to see someone feed Figaro to a dumpster. True or false? JR: Totally false, sidekick. FRANCINE: Introducing next ... [ding] [ding]....[ding][ding]... [ding] [ding]....[ding][ding]... [ding] [ding]....[ding][ding]...............[ding...] [DING][ding]..[DING][ding]...[DING][ding] ##Everytime that I look in the mirror## ##All these lines on my face are gettin' clearer## ##The Past is Gone..# ##The Past is Gone..# ["Dream On" by Aerosmith begins to play over the PA system. The crowd groups to there feet not knowing what to expect.] ##I know what nobody knows## ##Where it comes and where it goes## ##I know it's everybody's sin## ##You got to lose to know how to win## FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Cheyenne, Wyoming, USA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 285 pounds, here is ... ... "T H E O N E" J A C O B J O S H J O R D A N ! ! ! ##Sing with me, sing for the years## ##Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears## ##Sing with me, if it's just for tofay## ##Mabye tomorrow the good Lord will take you away# ##Dream On, Dream On## ##Dream yourself a dream come true## ##Dream On, Dream On## ##Dream until your dream come true## ##Dream On, Dream On, Dream On...## [A wall of fire shoots up from each side of the walk way as a pile of smoke comes rolling out. Jacob comes through the fire with a pair of black shorts and a black tank top with "Be The One To Be The Only One Left When It's All Said And Done!" written in white on it and with black and whit wrist bands on. He walks in with black boots and knee pads. He makes his way down to the ring as he slides in and hopes up on the second roped and points to himself as the crowd bust out is a great cheer now. He then gets down and walks over to the opposite side of the ring where he waits on his opponent. He takes Francine's mic, as Cruz did moments ago, and speaks.] JJJ: To Brian Nelson you truly did the right thing by letting me into this match because you see. After tonight Cruz, Viper, and Ensassarol will all be finished tonight and I will move on to either _ Kiljoy! _ [YOU GOTTA LOVE HIM POP!] .....or _ Maverick!! _ You see Cruz thinks he is a bad guy we bitch you are going to meat the keep of the dream and bringer of Chaos _ TONIGHT! _ [POP!] [He throws the microphone back over at the time keeper as he steps through the ropes.] JA: What the HELL did he just say!? JR: He SAID ... Owen, why don't you tell us? OA: Ummm ... ["Walking on Sunshine by Katrina & The Waves plays over loudspeakers. Half the fans in the arena pop, The other half groan.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring ... being led by Happy Go Jacky ... from Indiana, Pa standing ... 6 Feet 4 inches ... and weighing 245 pounds ... here is the pride of western Pennsylvania ... ... "S U N S H I N E K I D" M A C K E N S A S S A R O L ! ! ! [Mack dances out from the entrance way toward the ring with his Japanese valet, Happy behind him. The fans clap along to the beat. He is dressed in orange tights, with a giant, yellow, winking sun on his ass. Mack is also clad in yellow boots and yellow kneepads. His hair is bleached blond and closely cropped. He's also wearing his brand new I LOVE SUNSHINE KID t-shirt. Happy is dressed is a Sailor Moon outfit with her black hair in pigtails.] [Mack stops and flashes the fans his trademark "stupid goofy smile". He lifts up his hand and holds up three fingers.] [Two fingers.] [One finger.] **BOOM**BOOM**BOOM****BOOM**BOOM**BOOM** [Yellow and orange Pyro bursts behind him.] [As he "busts a move" to the ring, he slaps the fans hands. Mack slides in the ring under the ropes, and climbs the turnbuckle. With his hands raised in a "field goal" like formation, he salutes the fans.] JA: I'll NEVER forgive Western Pennsylvania for letting this guy venture across state lines. FRANCINE: And finally ... ["Those Were the Days" covered by the Leningrad Cowboys begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd is completely indifferent.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Bucharest, Romania, standing 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 259 pounds, here is ... ... "V I L E" V I N C E V I P E R ! ! ! [Vile walks out in his doc martins costume made to look like loafers. The king of snakes wears a black, snakeskin, suit, with red silk shirt, and black leather tie. TripleV flips off the audience on the way down, but this evokes little more than yawns, from a group of small children.] JR: These fans really ... Viper elicits a ... ... well, at least they know he's here. JA: He has ARRIVED! Word around the locker room is that Viper has been telling everyone he's above this match. He's pretty steamed that he carried Figaro and Ensassarol to the win that got them, and almost Figaro, to this point. [Viper stands in one corner, waving his thumb and pinky across the ring and shaking it at each man.] JR: What is he doing? Hexing them? OA: I think it's like a warning or something. JA: Beware the SATAN STRUT! [POP!! POP!!] JR: WHOA!! CRUZ AND JORDAN CAN'T RESTRAIN ANYMORE!! THEY'RE GOING HEAD TO HEAD!! (( DING DING DING )) JR: Fists of rage! Fists of rage! Jordan's pulling ahead! Cruz backed against the ropes! Gut shot! AND JORDAN CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP!! Jordan's heading out to the apron, but Ensassarol grabs him from behind! Waistlock on Jordan! Release German! (( BOOM! )) [POP!] OA: NICE ADDITION FROM VIPER! Catching Jordan by the neck as Mack let go, striking with a neckbreaker! Ensassarol gets some momentum from the ropes, BUT CRUZ REACHES IN AND CUFFS THE ANKLE! He yanks Ensassarol to the outside! JR: Viper drops to his knees, violently gouging Jordan in the eyes. JA: There will be nothing fancy about this match, just like the events leading up to it. All these guys came to do was fight! JR: Viper pounding away on Jordan! He better keep the six-fiver on his back, cause he gets up, the five-nine Viper stands little to zero chance. Knee-drop across the bridge of the nose! (( BONG!! )) OA: Cruz bashes Mack's face into the stairs on the outside! He scoops him up ... (( BONG!! )) (( SCRRRRRAPE!! )) OA: BODYSLAM ON THE STAIRS!! Pain has to be shooting throughout Ensassarol's spine! And Cruz whips him toward the barricade! (( CLANG!! )) OA: He's taking the Sunshine Kid apart! JR: Viper taking a chance by pulling Jordan to his feet. Irish whip ... Jordan thrown back ... [Crowd] "Uuuuuhhh!!" JR: "THE ONE" WITH A SCISSOR KICK TO THE FACE!! VIPER SPINS IN MID-AIR BEFORE HITTING HIS BACK!! Jordan heads to the top! . . . . . (( BOOM!! )) JR: SENTON BOMB!! THREE HUNDRED PLUS SNAPPING THE BACK OF VINCE VIPER!! He rolls him over! The cover! 1 . . . 2 . . . (( BOOM! )) OA: Cruz makes the save! JR: AND NOW IT'S CRUZ AND JORDAN BATTLING IT OUT! Jordan getting the better of the exchange, as you might suspect...going for a back suplex...NO! Cruz blocked it! RUNNING BULLDOG BY CRUZ! JA: That'll slow anyone down! JR: And now here comes Mark Ensassarol...working over Cruz... OA: I love these Four Corners Matches! Four men in the ring, one fall to a finish, and chaos all around! JR: The Sunshine Kid with Cruz...hooks the arms...TIGER BOMB!!! THE COVER! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . AND _JORDAN_ BREAKS UP THE COUNT! JA: Check out Viper! He's just sitting back and watching this all happen! He's the smartest man in the ring right now! JR: Viper seems to have figured out that it's not likely anyone will score a pin unless everyone else in the match has been incapacitated, and he's morethan willing to let his three opponents do just that to each other! JA: Smart strategy! Why exert yourself when you don't have to? JR: Cruz breaks off from the crowd...he charges Viper! AND VIPER BACK DROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! JORDAN GOING FOR A SPEAR!!! OA: OH JEEZ! [Viper, displaying incredible presence of mind, leapfrogs the incoming Jordan as he attempts a spear! Jordan goes through the ropes and actually lands on top of Cruz on the outside.] JA: CRUZ DIDN'T LIKE THAT ONE BIT! OA: Cruz and Jordan tearing into one another! They're losing control! JR: CRUZ AND JORDAN BRAWLING UP THE AISLE! WE'RE DOWN TO VIPER AND ENSASSAROL IN THE RING! OA: Wait! What's Triple V doing? JA: THE SIGN OF THE BEAST!!! JR: THERE'S THE SATAN STRUT!!! Viper into the ropes...AMAZING MOONSAULT PRESS!!! HOOKS THE LEG! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! *** DING DING DING *** FRANCINE: Here is your winner...and the Number One Contender for the Intercontinental Title... VILE... VINCE... _VIPER_!!! JR: Triple V picks up an impressive win on Pay Per View...he'll get a shot and the newly unified Intercontinental Title on next week's MAYHEM! OA: What's he doing now? [Vile slides to the outside, immediately surrounded by a wall of little people.] JA: WHA?!? There's an army of midgets coming out from under the ring! [The midgets move in unison with him, as he marches over to Francine. Snatching the microphone out of her hand...] [VVV]: Hi. My name is Vile. Vile Vince Viper to be precissse. ...You may not know that may be one of the many, the majority, the mainstream, in short, the IGNORANT. Yes, name. You the latessst sssensssation to sssweep the nation. Ignorance. It's big. It's Ron Jeremy big. It's the biggest rash to break out since my career, all those MANY decades ago. As I was saying, you may not know who I am. ...As of Conquest, I'm the INTERCONTINENAL CHAMPION! Not Maverick, not Killjoy, ME! ...Things are about to change around here, if you want to keep up with the program, stop expecting to see me in this degrading aspect of it. If you'll excussse me, I have an acceptance ssspeech to write. JR: This is one strange individual, to say the least... [Vile walks away, as the midgets break away from their wall and start hitting the ring. Finding the ring to be an inanimate object, not worth their efforts, the midgets stop hitting it, and return to the back with VVV.] JR: Well, folks...don't go away; we've got a hell of a card still in store! Justin Arcola and Shane St. Clair in a Lumberjack Match! Maverick and Paul Kiljoy in a Unification Match! A TLC match for the tag team titles! RRJ and Nate McMannis for the World Title! JA: And we're gonna see DTP and Super Scott get signed to the I-Slash! I can't wait! [The camera opens to a locker room, containing the three members of the Trifecta, all wearing their ring attire. Boos erupt in the Saddledome.] MAVERICK: Nate, you know with all that is going on with you and Ron, you have taken the time to make sure that you have my back. I appreciate it. When you came down to watch me squash Tuna Casserole into last week's cafeteria meal, that showed me how much this team means to you. ERIC TRAVERS: He's right dude, you've been a real team player with that World Championship on your mind the last few weeks. I know from experience how difficult that is to do, so you know we got your back tonight buddy. NATE McMANNIS: Thanks guys... but I think that tonight... we need to prove our dominance over this company the old fashioned way. I won't be in your corner's tonight. [The Big M and Travers look at McMannis quizically.] NATE McMANNIS: _And_... I don't expect you to be in mine, either. Eric... you go out there tonight... and you beat the _tar_ out of Sammy Griffin! You're the _only_ three time World Champion in I Slash history... that man can't hold a candle to you, and you certainly don't need one of us in your corner. [Travers simply nods at McMannis in agreement.] NATE McMANNIS: And you... Maverick... you are the biggest, baddest superstar in the I Slash. The only way that Paul Kiljoy's beating the Big M tonight is if hell freezes over and Satan gives out free sleigh rides. You don't need either of us, either... you can beat that piece of crap yourself, too. [Maverick nods as well.] ERIC TRAVERS: And you Nate, need to beat that crazy bastard RRJ, and get The Trifecta that World Title. We can have a lot more fun around here if we've got all the gold, and it's so close I can TASTE it! I know you can get it done Nate, but you'll have to be ready to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Trust me man, I've been there many times, more than anyone else in this company's long history. NATE McMANNIS: Eric... tonight's a big night for me. I'd be lying if I said that I'm not willing to do _anything_ to win that title, because I have worked so God damned hard for so God damned long... but, if I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it by _myself_. I don't want anybody bitching and moaning that I didn't earn it... I'm going out there, and I'm leaving that fat fucking whale _beached_. Then, you guys can come down to the ring and we can start the party. [McMannis cracks a smile, the first of the three to do so. The other two do as well.] MAVERICK: Boys, tonight we continue the dominance we started when we eliminated Billy Rock. Tonight, Summer Explosion is our event. Let's go out there and do what we do best, beat people up! [The three men put the Trifecta hand symbol up and meet hands in mid-air. Fade back to the ringside area.] =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== Jim Robson: Folks this next match is not going to be for the weak at heart. It pairs a relative new comer in "Jester" Chad Allan against the I slash's very own living legend Hightower. Owen Ambrose: On any other card this match would be the main event, but this is Summer Explosion and they have some pretty stiff competition. This might just be the sleeper of the night. Jack Anderson: Lets be honest guys, one of them is way past his prime and the other may never have one. Both of these men are out to prove something tonight, unfortunately for the life of me I can't figure out what it is. Jim Robson: It's about respect Jack. Hightower has fell on tough times as of late, and he has something to prove to us all. Owen Ambrose: And Chad Allen is still trying to solidify himself as a major player in the single's ranks. What better way to do that then knock off a former World Champion? JR: Well put Owen .... Well, it appears that Francine is ready to get this thing started. Take it away Francine ..... ]======[ NO RULES! NO DQ! ]=======[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| HIGHTOWER vs. "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN ]=====================[ Writer: Kendel FRANCINE: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The following contest is scheduled for one fall. There will be no time limit, no disqualification, and no count-out. The beginning of "Fight Music" by D12 begins to play over the speakers and the fans start to cheer.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 271 pounds, here is the man they call ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [Hightower walks out from behind the curtains, to a huge face pop from the crowd, wearing black vinyl pants, wearing his trade mark silver football jersey with the Number 71 on the front in back and his name on the back in black lettering. He scans the crowd slowly before making his way down to the ring, with the end verse from "Fight Music" blaring throughout the area.] "If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the face of you racists And hypocrites who think the same **** but don't say s**t You Liberaces, Versaces and Nazi's watch me Cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat You ************* wanna judge me cuz you're not me You'll never stop me I'm top speed and you pop me" [Hightower stops as he gets to ringside, once again slowly scanning the crowd and nodding his approval to them. Then he climbs the steps up to the ring, but pauses outsideof the ropes.] "I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise them cuz the lazy So grow to praise me, I'm makin em go crazy That's how I got the whole nation to embrace me And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on And this song is for any kid who get's picked on A sick song to retaliate to and it's called" [Hightower wipes his feet on the mat before entering through the ropes, and proceeds to go to each sideof the ring, raising his arms for the fans promting a big pop.] "This kinda music Use it and you get in to do **** Whenever you hear some **** And you can't refuse this Just some **** For these kids to trash their rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do **** The type of **** That you don't have to ask who produced it You just know That's the new **** The type of s**t that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people acting stupid" [Hightower stands in the middle of the ring facing the camera, raising his right arm high in the air as firworks go off above the ring.] "IT'S FIGHT MUSIC!" [Hightower goes in his corner and prepares for the opening bell to sound as his music ends.] JR: Hightower is all there tonight folks. Chad Allen had better bring his A game to the table if he thinks he is going to pull off the big win this evening. JA: All this from an entrance? (The opening chords of "We Don't Die" by Twiztid kicks in loud over the speakers as the I-Sore lights up with a "Best Of Jester Chair Shots" video in time with the music. From the curtain steps out Jester Chad Allen, dressed in a red sleeveless asylum jumpsuit with "HARDCORE GOD" written down both legs. Jesters face is painted in a blood red and black clown paint. In his left hand is his trusty chair, in his right hand he carries about a dozen floating balloons.) Francine: AND HIS OPPONENT, from The Asylum, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the Hardcore God of Wrestling ... ... "J E S T E R" C H A D A L L E N ! ! ! (Jester steps up on the ring apron and lets out one of his infamous evil laughs. Jester ties the balloons to the ring post and steps into the ring with an evil look.) JR: Those are those damn balloons ... there is no telling what sort of goodies are hidden in those. JA: Something tells me that we are going to find out .... OA: Well heres the tale of the tape. Chad Allen is seven years Hightower's senior. Yesterday evenings weigh in only had a six pound difference between the two. However, Hightower has almost a solid foot advantage which could definitely play in the favor of the former World Champion. JA: We'll see how much that foot advantage matters after the first or second chair shot. Lets be honest, this is going to be nothing more then a blood bath. JR: I hate to say this, but I must agree. Both men are in the ring and ready to do this. Put the women and children to bed, it's gonna get ugly. [DING DING DING] OA: Both men walk out of their respective corners.... Collar and elbow tie up. JR: A good clean start. OA: Hightower pulls Allen down into a standing side headlock. Very basic, but effective. JR: Allen pushes him off into the ropes but Hightower bounces off and returns with a shoulder to the chest! Allen falls back under the impact but Hightower is unrelenting. Hightower pulls Allen back to a vertical base .... Text Book Body Slam in the center of the ring. OA: I don't think that Allen was prepared for this ... Hightower is typically a bruiser but it seems as if he is leaning more towards the technical aspect of the business. JR: Hightower bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow across his chest .... Hightower with the quick cover. 1................ 2..................... KICK OUT. JR: Nothing doing! Hightower latches onto one of Allen's arms. Standing side armbar in the center of the ring. He is really putting some strain on that shoulder and rotator cup. OA: Good strategy ... if he can't use his arm then he can't swing a chair. JR: Allen has pushed himself back to his feet. Hightower using that size advantage leaning forward still putting the pressure on the arm of Allen. OA: Oh!!! Good move by Allen ... Allen used Hightower's own momentum against him and hip tossed Hightower up and over. JR: Allen shaking off the effects of the arm bar makes his move on Hightower. OHH! Allen delivers a crushing kick to the ribs of Hightower. JR: Wait a minute ..... what is that at the top of the ramp? JA: That is one big dude JR ... He has gotta be a couple inches over seven feet. [A large man comes out and stands with his arms crossed looking down at ringside. He has Buzzed Blond Hair. Dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt that reads "SECURITY, PUNK!", as well as a pair of Ray-Bans.] JR: Why don't you take the house mic and try get an interview with him Jack? JA: HA piss on you! Whatever that guy is here for ... well it's not good. I have found avoiding men with the word PUNK on their shirt is a good policy. OA: I tend to agree with you on that Jack. JR: Back to the action but we will update you if we find out who that monster at the top of the ramp is, and what he is doing here. JR: Chad Allen catches Hightower across the nose with a sharp left and sends him staggering back. SHOULDER TACKLE into the corner. OA: That will knock the wind out of you! JR: AND ANOTHER! Chad Allen is burying that shoulder into the gut of Hightower. If it were humanly possible I think Allen would like to break Hightower in half. Hightower is slumped hard against the corner but Allen is not letting up. OA: Irish Whip into the opposite corner .... AND HIGHTOWER HITS HARD! That one shook the rafters here at the Saddledome. JR: Hightower drops to one knee .... AND HERE COMES ALLEN!! Thundering Knee to the forehead! OA: Did you see the impact of Hightower's head on that middle turnbuckle??? JA: That one scrambled what was left of Hightower's pea brain. JR: Allen is in firm control right now ... He leans over pulling Hightower up from the canvas. Hightower is in la la land right now ...... AND HE SLAPS HIM IN THE FACE!!! OA: A total show of disrespect by Allen! JR: Allen pulls Hightower into a front face lock ... STANDING SUPLEX .... Delivered with authority! Allen with the quick cover .... 1......... KICK OUT!!!!! OA: No sir, not by a long shot. Hightower was the champ for a reason. He is double tough, and it's going to take a whole lot more then an elementary suplex to finish HIM off. JR: Allen is back on the attack. A flurry of punches to the head and midriff. Hightower gets his hands up trying to block them the best he can .... OA: Wait a minute! Hightower caught one of Allen's punches and pulled him into an inside cradle!!!! 1 ............. 2.......................... KICKOUT!!!!! JR: Just that quick! JUST THAT QUICK! This thing could have been a memory. Hightower, is no dummy and if Allen thinks he is going to be able to fight this match with reckless abandon he has another thing coming. OA: Allen is visibly upset by this and he is showing it by slamming both palms firmly on the canvas. JR: This is giving Hightower a chance to get back to the corner and pull himself up. OA: Both men are back to a lateral base ... Allen stares at Hightower ... Hightower stares at Allen. JR: It appears that a trickle of blood is forming under Hightower's right nostril. OA: What on earth is going on ... Allen is pacing back and forth and Hightower is just standing there. OHHH!!! Allen with some choice words to Hightower! JA: I didn't even know you could do that with one of those??? JR: HIGHTOWER JUST TOOK OFF AT A FULL SPRINT AT ALLEN!! OA: ALLEN IS RUNNING AT HIGHTOWER!! JA: This is going to be ugly!!! JR: AND THEY ARE AT IT AGAIN!!! Hightower grabs Allen by the throat! ALLEN JABS HIS THUMB INTO THE EYE OF HIGHTOWER! These men are doing anything and everything they can to get the advantage on the other. OA: OHH! HIGHTOWER BRINGS HIS KNEE INTO THE GROIN OF ALLEN! JA: I don't care who you are .... When that happens you go down, and you stay down! JR: Hightower raises the same knee into the face of Allen and sends him flying back. Allen rolls out of the ring but Hightower is in full pursuit. OA: Hightower with a running clothesline into the back of Allen's head!! Allen staggers forward and crashes into the ring post. Allen is down!!! JR: Hightower is looking for something under the ring apron now .... JA: Oh lord Hightower has a chair ... [WHAM! DOING IT FUNKY BATMAN STYLE] JR: OH!!! Across the back of Allen! Allen arches his back in pain! [WHAM! DOING IT FUNKY ROBIN STYLE!] OA: AND AGAIN! Allen staggers forward and falls face first against the ring barrier. Hightower is going to wear him out with that steel chair! JR: Ohhhh!!!! Chad Allen just returned fire with low blow of his own! Hightower falls back on his butt holding his groin. Allen is pushing himself back to his feet still trying to shake off the chair shots from earlier. OA: Allen is moving away from Hightower ... towards the fans??? What is he thinking? JR: It appears Allen has spotted something sitting amongst our fans. NOW WAIT A MINUTE!!! OA: Oh you can't be serious??? JA: HA HA HA HA! THAT'S THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! JR: Chad Allen just pulled a crutch from one of our Handicap fans! Thank goodness Security was there to catch him or we would have had one helluva law suit on our hands. OA: But the real story lies in that Allen now has himself a weapon ... and he plans on using it. JR: Hightower is still staggering from that crotch shot earlier and doesn't see Allen coming from behind ... OH MY!!! OA: Allen delivers a savage shot across the back of Hightower! Pieces of the crutch go everywhere! Hightower slumps over and falls face first to the ground. Allen reaches over picking up a piece of the broken crutch and stands over the fallen Hightower. JR: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ALLEN JUST JAMMED THAT SHARP PIECE OF METAL INTO THE FOREHEAD OF HIGHTOWER!! JA: YEAH THAT'S RIGHT ALLEN OPEN HIM UP LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY!! OA: Hightower is the first to wear the crimson mask! But Allen isn't finished .... He walks over and grabs part of the ringsteps. Hightower is trying to wipe the blood from his face and eyes, and I don't think that he has any idea what is coming for him. JR: Allen is standing over Hightower looking at him with pure disgust .... He raises the heavy steel steps high above his head lining their path of destruction even with the head of the fallen Hightower. OA: He is gonna squish his head! [CLANG] JR: THANK GOD HE MISSED!!! OA: Hightower just barely moved out of the way! The velocity of the throw sends Allen staggering back against the ring. Hightower pushes himself back to his feet! JR: HIGHTOWER KNOWS IF HE STAYED DOWN THERE ANY LONGER ALLEN WOULD HAVE A CHANCE TO RELOAD AND THAT WOULD BE ALL SHE WROTE! OA: Hightower is reaching under the ring for anything he can find .... JR: AND HE FOUND A TIRE THUMPER!!! JA: STUPID TRUCK DRIVERS!!! Always leaving their crap laying around! OA: Hightower spins around and swings in the same motion ... CONTACT!!! He just slapped that piece of iron across the jaw of Allen. A MIXTURE OF TEETH AND BLOOD JUST SPRAYED FROM ALLEN'S FACE INTO THE CROWD! JA: Word of advise ... if you're going to an I/Slash show ... Don't wear white. OA: Allen is clutching his face ... he may have a broken jaw. Hightower throws the tire thumper the side. Both men are bloody and beaten right now. JA: Allen slides back into the ring still clutching his face. Hightower does his best to smear some of the blood from his face but he is just making a mess out of himself. OA: Hightower rushes at Allen! BUT ALLEN MOVED AND HIGHTOWER WENT TUMBLING BACK OUTSIDE OF THE RING! Allen is moving slowly around the ring collecting six of his signature balloons. JA: I remember seeing this in Japan Owen. There is no telling what he has in .... [POP] [POP] [POP] [POP] [POP] [POP] JR: THUMBTACKS!!! AND THEY ARE ALL OVER THE RING!!! JA: This just got ALOT MORE INTERESTING! OA: I don't think that Hightower realizes that there are thumbtacks all over the ring .... JR: OHHH HE DOES NOW!! HIGHTOWER REACHED UP TO PULL HIMSELF BACK INTO THE RING AND JUST GOT A HAND FULL OF SUPER SHARP THUMBTACKS FOR HIS TROUBLES!! OA: Hightower is screaming in pain! He is trying his best to pull them out of his hands but Allen isn't going to let him! Allen walks across the thumbtacks and pulls Hightower back towards the ring and onto the ring apron.. SUPLEX FROM THE OUTSIDE! CROWD: EWWWWWWWWW!!!! JR: BOTH MEN JUST CAME CRASHING DOWN INTO THE THUMBTACKS! Hightower is screaming in agony! Jester is matching his screams! OA: I don't think Jester thought that one all the way through. There has to be over a thousand tacks in that ring! JR: Jesters leans rubs his back against the ropes and those tacks fly off him like dandruff!! JA: Head and Shoulders isn't going to clean that one up ... JR: Hightower lays screaming in the ring .... And Allen climbs makes his way to the second turnbuckle ... OA: I wonder what he is going to do here??? JR: LEG DROP OFF THE SECOND ROPE! HIGHTOWER WAS JUST DRIVEN FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT .... JA: HE LOOKS LIKE HELLRAISER!!!! THE TACKS ... THEY ARE EVERYWHERE ... I THINK I, AM, TO BE SICK! OA: This is taking alot out of both men .... Jester leans against the ring ropes the blood now covering his bare chest! Hightower releases screams of agony as one of the thumbtacks sticks out of his eye lid just inches above the eye ball itself! CROWD: WHOOOOO!!!!! OA: The crowd is really letting them know what they think of this match. JA: No, Owen .... Look at what is making it's way to the ring right now!?!??! [A Very buxom and very sexy. Long brown hair. She's dressed in a See-through Leopard Print blouse with a Sports Bra underneath, as well as some tight Leopard Print pants. She smiles and stands on the other side of Marz.] OA: Oh my who is this lovely lady ..... JA: Now her.... I will interview. JR: What about security punk??? JA: For a piece of that ass .... I will walk through the pits of hell! JR: Oh like she would give you the time of day! OA: A very interesting situation developing at the top of the ramp way, we are going to have to keep our eye on this. JR: In the meantime, Jester has finally mustered the strength to pull himself back to his feet. Hightower is ripping at his face trying to get the thumbtacks out. Chad Allen is all balls tonight folks. There is no denying it! OA: Allen rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. The crowd is on their feet with anticipation! He throws it over the top rope landing mere inches from the fallen Hightower. Allen enters the ring. Hightower must be in some state of shock because his is pushing himself up. His hands lay flat against the canvas. He raises his head slowly looking at Allen! JR: LOOK AT HIGHTOWER! HE WON'T SAY DIE!!! ALLEN PICKS UP THE CHAIR!!! [SLAM!!] OA: NO EFFECT! HIGHTOWER STANDS TO HIS FEET! [SLAM!!] JR: AGAIN! THIS ONE PHASED HIGHTOWER BUT HE THROWS HIS HEAD BACK LETTING OUT A PRIMORTAL SCREAM!! CROWD: HIGHTOWER! HIGHTOWER! HIGHTOWER! OA: THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET! THEIR HERO! THEIR CHAMPION IS IN A FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE AND WON'T SAY DIE!!! JR: ALLEN IS WINDING UP FOR A THIRD STRIKE WITH THAT CHAIR ..... OA: HE MISSED! ALLEN MISSED! AND HIGHTOWER LOCKS ON THE IRON CLAW!!!! THOSE THUMBTACKS IN HIGHTOWER HANDS DIGGING INTO THE FOREHEAD OF ALLEN!!! JR: ALLEN DROPS THE CHAIR! HIGHTOWER IS SCREAMING WITH THAT IRON CLAW LOCKED ON!!! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!! OA: ALLEN FALLS TO ONE KNEE! A STREAM OF ALLEN'S BLOOD IS FLOWING THROUGH HIGHTOWER'S FINGERS AND DOWN HIS ARM!!!! JR: ALLEN DROPS BACK ... HE IS LOOSING IT! HE IS LOOSING IT! OA: HIGHTOWER HAS ALLEN DOWN FLAT ON HIS BACK .... 1............................... 2............................................................... 3! NO!!! ALLEN ROLLS ENOUGH TO GET HIS SHOULDER UP! HIGHTOWER CAN'T BELIEVE IT! JR: Allen grabs a hand full of thumbtacks and throws them into the face of Hightower! Hightower falls back releasing the hold! LOOK AT ALLEN'S FACE! LOOK AT ALLEN'S FACE! He is dragging himself across the thumbtacks towards two of the balloons! OA: Hightower stands up and noticed Allen. Allen is at the Balloons! BUT HE DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO POP THEM WITH! JR: OH MY DEAR LORD! HE JUST PULLED A THUMBTACK OUT OF THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! OA: HIGHTOWER IS RUSHING IN! JR: ALLEN BUST THE BALLOON AND RED MIST SPRAYS INTO THE EYES AND OPEN CUTS OF HIGHTOWER!!! OA: HIGHTOWER FALLS OUTSIDE OF THE RING ... HE CAN'T SEE JIM! HIGHTOWER CAN'T SEE!! JR: Allen follows him outside of the ring ...... he goes under the ring and finds himself a STAPLE GUN!! OA: OH LORD WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO WITH THAT! JR: TAKE A GUESS OWEN! [CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK] OA: THREE STAPLES INTO THE FACE AND ARM OF HIGHTOWER! NOW HE IS PISTOL WHIPPING HIM WITH THAT STAPLE GUN!!! HIGHTOWER FALLS TO THE FLOOR ROLLING AROUND TRYING ANYTHING TO TAKE AWAY THE PAIN! JR: WHAT IS ALLEN DOING NOW??? HE IS REACHING UNDER THE RING AND..... OA: HE HAS A TABLE!!! JESTER HAS A TABLE AND SETS IT UP!!! JR: Wait a minute he is getting something else from under there too ..... OA: BARBWIRE!!!!!!!!! JR: AND SOMETHING ELSE OWEN BUT HE TUCKED IT AWAY INTO HIS TIGHTS! JA: SOMEONE CALL HIGHTOWER'S NEXT OF KIN BECAUSE THE MAN IS ABOUT TO DIE!!! JR: ALLEN GRABS HIGHTOWER BY THE NECK ..... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE!!! ALLEN STANDS TO HIS FEET BLOOD DRIPPING FROM CUTS ALL OVER HIS FACE AND CHEST! CROWD: I SLASH! I SLASH! I SLASH! OA: ALLEN POINTS TO THE TABLE! HE DRAGS THE BROKEN HIGHTOWER TO HIS FEET ONLY TO PUT HIM ONTO THE TOP TABLE! JR: What is he doing now ????????? OA: HE IS TYING HIGHTOWER TO THE TABLE WITH THE BARBWIRE ..... LISTEN TO THE CROWD. 1 ............ 2............ 3........... 4!!!!!!!!!!!! JR: They are counting the rounds of BARBWIRE!!!!!! Allen looks around through his blood soaked eyes and climbs back into the ring. He is making his way to the rest of the those balloons! Grabbing them both in hand he makes his way to the top rope!! OA: WHAT ON EARTH COULD HE BE THINKING??? JR: ALLEN POPS THE BALLOONS .... LIQUID SPRAYS ONTO THE FALLEN HIGHTOWER FROM HIGH IN THE AIR! OA: THAT BUTANE!!! THATS LIGHTER FLUID ... YOU DON'T THINK JESTER WOULD BE CRAZY ENOUGH TO LIGHT HIGHTOWER ON FIRE??? JR: After tonight Owen ANYTHING is possible! Hold on a second ... there is one more Balloon! ALLEN HOLDS IT ABOVE HIS OWN HEAD BUSTING IT! OA: The crowd is silent ................. What on earth is this madman thinking??? JA: Wait just a damn minute ..... ALLEN THAT'S ENOUGH! THAT'S ENOUGH! JR: MY DEAR LORD!!!! OA: HOLY [BLEEEEEEP] JR: HE REACHED INTO HIS TIGHTS AND PULLED OUT A LIGHTER!! ALLEN HOLDS THE ZIPPO HIGH IN THE AIR AND THE CROWD EXPLODES!! OA: MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!!!! ALLEN JUST LIT HIMSELF ON FIRE!!!!! JR: SUICIDE DIVE ON HIGHTOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOTH MEN BURST INTO FLAMES!!! JA: HELL WITH THIS!!! [Jack Anderson stands up running over grabbing a fire extinguisher, along with two other security guards puts the fire out on both men.] OA: IT WAS TO MUCH FOR JACK TO BEAR!! THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH HAS FILLED THE ARENA! BOTH MEN ARE OUT! BOTH MEN ARE OUT! JR: WHAT IN THE?? [Suddenly down the ramp way a man comes rushing down. The crowd erupts with approval.] OA: Who is that ??? JR: ITS DAVE PIETKA! FORMER NA CHAMPION!!! JA: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE???? JR: I HAVE NO IDEA .... HE IS STANDING OVER BOTH MEN LOOKING AT THEM! OA: HE GRABS CHAD ALLEN! HE GRABS CHAD ALLEN!!!! JR: DDT!!!! ON THE ASHES OF THAT TABLE!!!!!!! WHAT A DDT!!! OA: HE IS PULLING HIGHTOWER BACK TO HIS FEET! HE SAYS SOMETHING IN HIS EAR .... DID YOU GUYS GET THAT ????? JR: HE SAID IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!!!! DAVE PIETKA IS BACK IN THE I/SLASH!!!! OA: HIGHTOWER FALLS BACK ONTO CHAD ALLEN .......... 1......................................... 2.......................................................................................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING DING DING!!!! OA: IT'S OVER THIS WAR IS FINALLY OVER!!!! FRANCINE: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH .... ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! ! ! [CROWD ERUPTS WITH CHEERS] OA: Chad Allen threw everything at Hightower that he could! I HAVE NEVER SEEN A FIGHT LIKE THAT! Neither of these men have anything to be ashamed of! JR: Someone had better get some help down here ... Allen is still smoldering, and Hightower is barely standing. It's ama .... OA: WHAT IN THE?? WHO IN THE HELL IS THAT? SOME ONE JUST SNUCK THROUGH SECURITY AND IS IN THE RING!! JR: TOPE ON HIGHTOWER!!!!!!!! HIGHTOWER GOES CRASHING INTO THE RING BARRICADE! OA: HIGHTOWER JUST WENT THROUGH NOTHING LESS THEN A BATTLE FOR HIS LIFE AND THIS VULTURE IS PICKING HIS CORPSE CLEAN! JR: STUNGUN ON HIGHTOWER ACROSS THE SECURITY RAILING! HIGHTOWER IS OUT!!! THE MAN GRABS A PIECE SMOLDERING BARBWIRE TABLE! HE DRIVES IT ACROSS THE BACK OF HIGHTOWER! AGAIN! AND AGAIN!! HE IS WEARING HIGHTOWER OUT! JA: HA HA HA! I LOVE IT! WHERE IS DAVE PIETKA NOW!!!!! JR: THERE HAS TO BE AND EXPLANATION FOR THIS?? OA: THE MAN HAS A MIC!!! THE EXTREMIST - I know some of you might be rubbing your eyes, wishing you didn't see who showed up to piss on the parade. But I tried...I TRIED HARD...to just sit back in this crowd tonight and watch these poor bastards waste our time pretending to be tough guys. But that's about all I can take. It's time for things to be done the right way. This sport, or whatever the hell these guys want to call it now, has been lacking true violence since I left the game. [He shakes his head in disappointment looking at Hightower as he lies on the mat.] THE EXTREMIST - You guys think this punk is tough? This guy isn't worth two cents on the street. Just another fake ass nobody that thinks he can put on an act, make a few bucks, and manipulate people into thinking he's a tough guy. Guys like this Hightower clown are a dime a dozen. I've slapped more corny pretend boys in my day than there are on this whole roster. None may not be as caught up in their own lies as this chump, but they all fall down just the same. [The Extremist pushes Hightower out of the ring as he begins to stir on the mat.] THE EXTREMIST - I'm not going to waste any more of my time here tonight. I just want all of you I've shown up here for a reason. Hightower isn't enough to raise a hair off my ass, he's just going to be an example. Violence is about to once again flash it's wonderful face upon all of you. Who I'm here for, we'll see soon enough. Let's just say he and his brother are going to end up really happy together... JR: The EXTREMIST?? [The man spits in the ring, then walks away.] =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== JR: Get ready to root for the underdog! Sammy Griffin is waiting in the wings to take on Eric Travers in a Cuffs on a Pole match! Sammy's hoping to ride the momentum of his upset at Egos and Icons, eliminating Travers from the Independence Day Rumble. JA: It was pure, simple, blind, stinking luck. That's all. Cut and dry. Sammy may be riding momentum into this match, but he'll be riding a stretcher out of it. OA: Let's find out if Jack's right, or he's just blowing hot air. ]=======[ CUFFS ON A POLE ]=======[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| "EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS w/ Tricia Lane vs. "SASSY" SAMMY GRIFFIN ]=====================[ Writer: Chris Shannon [Already in the ring is James Vandenbush, in his standard black tuxedo, with a gold bow tie, and a gold and black vest. He raises the microphone to his lips.] JAMES VANDENBUSH: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! Welcome to the Pengrowth Saddledome, here in the great city of Calgary, Alberta, for SUMMER EXPLOSION 2002!! The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is one third of tonight's TRIPLE MAIN EVENT!!! And it is brought to you by ROLEX, where quality takes time, and by your UNdisputed, UNdefeated, KING OF BEEEEEEERS, BUDWEISER!! JR: Triple Main Event? JA: This match, Maverick versus Kiljoy and McMannis vs RRJ. The Trifecta are the stars of tonight's show, no doubt about it! JR: Oh brother. OA: The size of Travers' ego is unbelievable. It amazes me that he needs to be in the spotlight so bad, that he would resort to paying a man to announce every match he's in as the main event. JA: A man of Travers' legacy and stature DESERVES to be in the spotlight, and have as extravagant an entrance as he wants. The man is an icon, and he's earned it! JR: There's no denying Travers' accomplishments, but I agree with Owen, this is so over the top. [The lights in the arena fade to complete darkness, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance and the crowd erupts in a loud heel pop as the version of "Sad But True" from Metallica's S&M album begins to blast through the sound system.] JAMES VANDENBUSH: Accompanied to the ring by the lovely Tricia Lane... From Toronto, Ontario... He stands six feet, two inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds... A man recognized the world over as the greatest IWF/WOW Heavyweight Champion of ALL TIME!!... He is the most talented... The best looking, and most charasmatic superstar in the history of professional wrestling!! He is the THREE TIME former HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRRLD!!!... I give you the ONE... The ONLY ... ... "E P I C " ... E R I C ... T R R R A A A V V V V V E E E R R R 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 with Do the Dew across the back, gold Nike wrestling boots, gold knee pads with the Oakley O on them and gold elbow pads with the Maxim Magazine logo on the tips. Travers has dark blond hair, no facial hair, and no distinguishing marks on his body. Travers also wears his black personalized Nike t-shirt, and a pair of Platinum Oakley X-Metal Romeos with Gold lens'. The camera isolates on Travers, and in all four corners of the screen appear Travers' endorsers. In the top left corner is Oakley's logo, with the words "Half Art. Half Science." and a reference to www.oakley.com . In the top right is the Mountain Dew logo with the Do the Dew logo, and www.mountaindew.com . In the bottom left is the Nike Swoosh, with www.nike.com/canada . And in the bottom right is the Maxim logo, of course with www.maximonline.com accompanying.] JR: Owen, buddy, I hate to do this to you, but it truly nauseates me to read this JA: I can't believe you're THIS unprofessional Jim. OA: [With some professional enthusiasm] It's no problem Jim, glad to help you out. Tonight, Eric Travers is brought to you by Oakley, Half Art, Half Science. By Nike Canada who encourage you to Just Do It. By Mountain Dew, Do the Dew. And by Maxim Magazine, The Best Thing To Happen To Men, Since Women. JA: Did you here that Jim? THAT was how it should be done. I have to admit Owen, I'm impressed. OA: Thanks Jack. JA: But I'm not impressed that you still refuse to refill my coffee. [Tricia Lane makes her way down the ramp and Travers follows, stopping every so often to point out to the fans that Lane is shapely, and all his. 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 round of boos from the crowd. Travers jumps down and walks over to Lane. Travers faces the main camera and wraps his arm around Lane's shoulder, pulling her in close and she puts her right arm across his abdomen. Lane then puts her head on Travers chest and Travers raises his left arm as some gold pyrotechnics explode behind them. The lights fade back on, and Travers loosens up, pulling on the ropes as he awaits his opponent. Vandenbush drops the microphone at Francine's feet and exits the ring.] [A low hum quiets the crowd. Francine slowly walks up the entry way to stand in front of the curtains. She takes a deep breath and begins.] FRANCINE: Allow me to introduce you to our guest announcer. From part of Canada unknown and better left that way... THE BLUE LABLATT BEAR!!! [THE WHO POP?!!] [The curtains open theater style and out steps a large blue bear with the LaBlatt's Beer logo on his shirt. The bear waves to the crowd, and all eyes are drawn to his LIME GREEN WRESTLING SHOES! Francine hugs him and hands him the microphone before walking back down to her seat.] BLUE BEAR: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HEREEEEEEEEEEEE'S SAMMY!!!! #WHEN WE COME TO PARTY WE WILL ALWAYS PARTY HARD!# ["Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. blares forth and the curtains part again and out races the most colorful man you've ever seen. Sassy Sammy Griffin has been to seen his own advertisers, and it shows, like a NASCAR Race Car it shows! Wearing a Teal Blue Cape, with various logos on it, Sammy races down the ramp and all around the ring yelling and screaming along with the crowd "PARTY HARD". Finally the color blur slows down long enough to vault over the top rope, whip the many sponsored cape at Eric Travers, and stand hero like (hands on hips chest puffed out) for all to gauze. Sammy is wearing LIME GREEN WRESTLING SHOES, black tights with white, red, blue, pink, and green tags all over them. His shirt is simple, neon blue with orange letters printed across it. The front reads "OZARK PRODUCTIONS" and the back reads "EAT AT JOE'S".] BLUE BEAR: Sassy Sammy Griffin, proudly sponsored by the following sponsors. Motel 6, We'll leave the light on for you. Firehouse Subs, Hottest Subs in Town. Converse Shoes, 'Nough Said. I Can't Believe It's Not Butter! STP Motor Oil. Good enough for the Petty's, good enough for you! Dr.Pepper, BE YOU! Saturday Night Live! Now that's SASSY! Watercoolersports.com, it's what you're talking about. Wall Street Journal. Kool Aid, OH YEAH! Victoria Secrets, need I say OH YEAH! MTV and VH-1. Calgary Humane Society. Cocoa Puffs, I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs! Dixie Chicks, (tour dates on left side of pants) and finally, [Sammy turns and moons the camera, and on his butt is the pink soft snuggle bear.] SNUGGLES FABRIC SOFTENER! [OH MY GOODNESS POP!] JR: [laughing: Now I've seen it all! JA: Yeah and so do I and I think that is just sick and......and.... OA: Wrong! JA: Exactly! [The two men stand staring at each other from opposite ends of the ring, trying to size each other up as the ref attached the handcuffs to the pole. Finally he backs off the the middle of the ring and signals for the start of the match.] (( DING DING DING )) JR: Both men slowly walk to the centre of the ring....and there goes Sammy Griffin mocking Travers! [Travers looks annoyed as he stands withhis hands on his hips watching Griffin mock the "strut" of Eric Travers. Then Sammy extends his hand out to Travers, who looks back and forth to the face of Sammy Griffin, and his hand. Finally he reaches out to shake hands, but Griffin pulls away, running a hand through his hair and showing off to the fans, getting a nice little pop for fooling his opponent.] JA: Travers doesn't like the disrespect that Griffin just showed him.....and Travers jumps Griffin with a stiff forearm from behind shoving him in the corner! [Travers starts to hammer away on Griffin in the corner, who is unable to mount any sort of defense because of the sudden shock of the attack.] OA: Look at Travers go! If he keeps on nailing Griffin like that w're gonna have to call him Sammy The Pancake! JR: Travers is likea madman possesed....but wait Griffin grabs Travers by the throat and tosses him into the coerner and starts to hammer away on Travers now! [Crowd pop.] JR: Griffin continues to hammer away....he pulls Travers out of the corner....Irish Whip....no reversed by Travers.... [Heel pop.] JA: Impressive Belly-to-Belly Suplex by Eric Travers!! OA: And it's ring smarts and ability such as we just saw that has made Eric Travers the top superstar that he is today! JA: Griffin slowly to his feet and he charges at Travers.....Drop Toe Hold by the former World Champ! Now Travers is unmercifully smashing his forearm into the back of the head of Sammy Griffin! JR: Travers is being really agressive here, and if he keeps it up at this pace then Griffin is gonna have to pull out the big guns if he wants to get one over Travers! [Travers pics Griffin up off the mat and nails him with an Inverted DDT. Travers gets up and slowly walks over to the corner where the handcuffs are, climbing to the top ropes slowly reaching for the handcuffs.] OA: That's it this match is just about over..... [Griffin slowly gets to his feet, and see's Travers reaching for the handcuffs and he charges.] JR: Griffin is up but Travers knew he was coming and goes for a Dropkick..... [Crowd pop.] JR:.....NO SAMMY GRIFFIN SAW IT COMING AND TOSSED TRAVERS TOP THE SIDE!! [Griffin quick to react bounces off the ropes, and as Travers gets back to his feet he is taken down by a Fyling Forearm.] JA: How did Griffin do that! OA: Presence of mind .... JR: Griffin now stomping away on the younger Travers now and he is not letting up! [The crowd cheers as Griffin kicks away at Travers, then he stops to mock the "Travers strut."] Ja: Now there is no need for this! JR: Griffin pulling Travers to his feet...a scoop and a thunderous Bodyslam! Griffin off the ropes.... [A "nice move" crowd pop.] JR: LIONSAULT BY GRIFFIN! [Sammy Griffin gets to his feet and points to the handcuffs on top of the pole and the fans cheer as Griffin makes his way over to the handcuffs.] JR: This match could be over at any time now! [Suddenly as Griffin nears the corner, Tricia Lane climbs up on the ring apron, trying to distract Sammy Griffin.] JR: Now why is Tricia getting invovled in thismatch? OA: Easy one Jim....she's just the distraction Travers needs to get back up to his feet! JA: And what a piece of eyecandy she is! *sigh*....the girl of my dreams. [Tricia Lane motions for Griffin to come closer so she can kiss him, but then at the last minute she slaps him, jumping off the ring apron, but something falls out of her hair and it catches the attention of both Sammy Griffin as they look down at the mat.] JR: What the heck was that? [The camera zooms it to the item that fell out of Tricia's hair, and it looks like a key, a handcuff key to be exact. The crowd boos as Trica acts innocent while the ref picks the key up and puts it in his pocket.] JR: What the....Tricia had a key to those handcuffs incase Travers ran into trouble??? OA: And that is what makes Tricia such a valueable manager, because she is not only sexy, but she is deceiving, coniving, sneaky.... JA: Once again...*sigh*....the woman of my dreams! OA: Aye aye aye. [While the ref has his back turned, Travers sneaks up behind griffin and gives him a low blow, dropping Griffin down to the mat.] JR: Travers witha low blow while the ref's back is turned and he starts violently stomping away at the body of Sammy Griffin! JA: I think Travers is enraged that Griffin showed him up and now he is going to make him pay for it. OA: Oh yeah you can say that again! JR: Griffin dragged to his feet....T-BONE SUPLEX BY TRAVERS! [A "nice move" pop from the fans that quickly turns to boos.] JR: Travers is not even close to being finished yet he picks Griffin up to his feet again....GERMAN RELEASE SUPLEX BY TRAVERS!!! JA: Travers is a suplex machine and he's proving that right now......AS HE DROPS SAMMY GRIFFIN ON HIS HEAD WITH A NICELY EXECUTED BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX!!!! [Yet another nice move pop followed by a loud round of boos from the crowd as Travers get to his feet, mocking Griffinand the crowd as he struts around the ring, winking at Tricia who is standing with a huge smirk on her face on the outside of the ring.] JR: Travers picks Griffin up off the mat, and tosses him over the top ropes to the outside of the ring! [The crowd boos loudly as Travers struts around the ring some more.] OA: Nausiating display of confidence that is being displayed right now by Travers. It's to look at for me. JA: Not me.... JR: Well i do....this isn't confidence, but arrogance and cockyness and it will come back to bite Travers in the ass later on in this match! JA: Jim I'm shocked.... [The two colour commentators start to laugh.] JR: Will you two just shut up! Travers walks over to the ropes, but Griffin back on his feet, trips Eric Travers and pulls him out fo the ring! [The crowd pops as Sammy Griffin nails Travers with right hands, sending him stumbling back. Finally Griffin kicks Travers in the gut, and nails him with a DDT, receiving a big face pop from the crowd.] JA: Hey doesn't Griffin realize that the match is supposed to take place inside the ring!! JR: Hey don't forget that it was Travers who first threw Griffin out of the ring!!! [The crowd pops as Griffin once again points to the handcuffs on top of the pole, and climbs up on the ring apron, making his way over to the handscuffs. JA: Oh no if Sammy gets the cuffs the match could be over here! Get up Eric get up!! [Sammy Griffin starts to climb the ropes as Tricia Lane, once again, jumps up on the ring apron to distract the referee. Right away the ref noticed something and reaches down to the mat to pick something up.] JR: hey what's that thing that just fell out of her shoes? [The camera zooms in on the item in the hand of the referee.] OA: That little devil, she had TWO keys for that set of handcuffs! JA: Beauty and devious....Tricia will you marry me?!?!?!? [As the referr scolds Tricia, with his back to the action, Travers gets up and makes a desperation move, nailing griffin witha low blow as he climbs the ropes, with Travers on the receiving end of alot of heel heat from the crowd.] JR: Travers once again going for the low blow, and what is this....he's up on the ring apron with Griffin still standing on those seconds ropes.... [Travers braces himself grabbing the legs of Sammy Griffin as he leaps from the ring apron.] [S-M-A-S-H] [HUGE HEEL POP.] JR: MY GAWD TRAVERS SOMEHOW WITH A SPINE BUSTER SLAM SMASHING SAMMY GRIFFIN RIGHT TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! [The crowd starts a holy sh*t chant while at the same time they boo Eric Travers, who gets up slowly.] JA: That's it right there....Eric get that piece of trash in the ring and finish him off once and for all!!! [Travers stands up, still trying to get his head to stop spinning from the DDT, and he looks around the arena gloating, taking a few moments to look into a nearby camera to yell "I AM A WRESTLING GOD!".] JR: Travers shouldn't be wasting any time here! JA: And why the hell not Jim? The great "Epic" Eric Travers just took Sammy Griffin and gave him a Spinebuster of all things FROM THE RING....right through our annoucing table. Now Griffin is obviously not going to be getting up to his feet any time soon so Travers can take as long as he wants to get those cuffs, to slap them on Griffin, and to get the asy pin! JR: Travers finally makes his way over to the handcuffs....no....he changes his mind and walks back over to Griffin! [The crowd continues to boo Eric Travers as he pulls Griffin over to the ring and throws him back in, slowly taking his time following griffin in the ring, being cocky thinking he has alread won the match.] JR: Now what is this all about?!?! JA: Easy Travers wants to punish Griffin for trying to show him up....and Travers knows that no matter what he can win this match so he is going to unleash some more punishment to Griffin and teach him a lesson for all of his trash talking he has done to Travers over the past couples of weeks. [Travers, continuing to watse his time, struts around the ring, jawwing to the fans who by now are booing so loud it is defeaning in the arena.] JR: Travers after wasting enough time, finally makes his way over to the corner and starts to climbs the ropes...... [Pop from the crowd.] JR:....NO....Griffin somehow stumbled to his feet and stops Travers from grabbing those handcuffs by nailing Travers with a Powerbomb!!!!! [Monster crowd pop as Griffin climbs the ropes.] JA: NO! Get up Eric he's going for the cuffs! OA: No he's not look he's turning around! [The crowd pops as Griffin sets himself up.] JR: FLYING ELBOW DROP FROM GRIFFIN!! [Pop!] JR: Griffin has turned the tides, if he can only take advantage of Travers being down and out he mighthave a chance here!!! JA: No never, that old timer is not good enough to beat Travers! [Griffin slowly climbs to the top ropes, moving very slowly, his body feeling the punishmenthe has taken in the match so far.] JR: Sammy G almost has those cuffs in his hands.... [Heel pop] JA: No Travers scrambles to his feet and climbs up behind Griffin.....AND A BACK DROP SUPLEX AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!!! Way to go Eric!!! JR: Not quite, the ref got hit during that move somehow and now he's out cold on the mat! How can he count pinfalls that way! [Both men slowly get to their feet, with Travers going to throw a punch, but it gets blocked by Griffin who delivers a hard right hand of his own, sending Travers stumbling into the ropes and rbounding back into a hard right uppercut that drops Travers down to the mat, receiving a big face pop as griffin looks exauhsted as he stumlbes over to the handcuffs, wanting to finally put an end to this match.] JA: No it can't end this way...... It won't I bet you any minute now Eric will get on his feet and finally wrap this thing up! JR: i wouldn't be too sure of that ...Griffin climbs the ropes... [Crowd pop.] JR: Griffin has the handcuffs!!! JA: Nnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd cheers as Sammy griffin as he walks over to Eric Travers, and cuffs both hands of Travers, but then realizes that the referee is out cold and goes over to check on him.] JR: Griffin going to check on the referee now.... JA: And he's wasting his time now.... OA: And the tides are about to turn....LOOK! [While Sammy Griffin has his back turned, Tricia Lane sneaks into the ring right up behind him, nailing him with a low blow, which receives a loud round of boos from the crowd. Sammy doesn't go down right away so she gives him two extra low blows for good measure, finally dropping him to the mat.] JA: What that has to be like the 6th low blow Griffin has received in this match and whatever little manhood he had before has got to be gone bynow! [Tricia walks over to Travers and reaches down into his shirt, procuding a handcuff key from her cleavage.] OA: Tricia had a third key hiding on her! JA: Man I wish I would have been that key!!!! JR: Down boy!!! [The crowd boos as Tricia unlocks Eric Travers from the handcuffs. Eric immediatly rushes over to the fallen Sammy Griffin and starts to kick him unmercifully for a few moments, then handcuffs Griffin while tricia revives the ref.] JR: No please tell me that Eric Travers is going to win like this!! JA: Hey you gotta do what you gotta do! [Travs pulls a handcuffed Griffin up to his feet, then sets him up.] JR: EPIC ENDING....THAT'S IT RIGHT THERE! [Instead of trying to pin Griffin, Travers lifts him up again, and delivers another Epic Ending finisher.] JR: Travers wanting to inflict more punishment on Griffin as he nails him with a second Epic Ending.....but still he's not going for the pin..... [The crowd hives massive heel heat as Travers delivers an additional 3 Epic Endings to Sammy Griffin.] JA: This is great....Travers knows without a shadow of a doubt that the match is his, and he's making sure that Sammy Griffin never forgets that! OA: ....AND HERE'S THE COVER........ REF: One.......... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Two.......... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!! (( DING DING DING )) FRANCINE: Here is your winner of the match..... ["Sad But True" by Metallica plays and the fans boo heavily.] ... "E P I C" E R I C T R A V E R S ! ! ! ! ! JA: TRAVERS DID IT!! WHAT'D I TELL YA!? OA: The wiley veteran does it again! Successful on pay-per-view! JR: For some reason it just doesn't surprise me. Travers always comes through for himself when it really counts. =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== JR: Jack, any predictions for the next match? Justin Arcola, the champion, versus Shane St. Clair and Team Harris. This could very well be the show stealer tonight. Both of these men are filled with hatred for one another, and with hardcore rules only God knows what'll happen. JA: Shane St. Clair made a huge return, Jim, a _HUGE_ return. He wants this match bad, and so does his team. JR: But you can't rule out Arcola's team. Even though we have no idea who could be apart of his team of lumberjacks, we can't ever just rule out Justin Arcola. Owen, any thoughts? OA: I'm just excited to be apart of such a huge match tonight, Jim. This may be one for the books. Two huge men thrown in a lion's den, and one'll be left for dead. Not much better then that. JA: Only in the eye-dubba-ya. JR: Let's get some pre-match comments from both men. [The camera cuts backstage to the I/W interview area. A chain-link fence holds up the backdrop, which sports a graphic, 3D illustration of the words, "I-SLASH". Anthony Edwards, sporting a tuxedo, is conducting an interview with Justin Arcola, dressed for combat with the I/W Hardcore Title draped over his shoulder. He head is titlted downwards in the throes of deep focus.] Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with the Hardcore Champion, Justin Arcola. And Justin, you are just minutes away from coming face-to-face with perhaps your most dangerous foe, "The Headliner" Shane St. Clair! JUSTIN ARCOLA: The endgame is fast approaching. Can you feel it? Shane, this time, the bell is tolling for thee. You are but one step away from the edge, and I am preparing to push you over. This is your last chance at greatness; your one final, desparate grab at the brass ring that has eluded you all these years: a victory over me. You know it as well as I do, Shane. Defeating me tonight and going on to destroy the Hardcore Title that I created -- that would cement your place forever within the halls of I-Slash history for all time. And you've pulled out all the stops. You've spent three months turning my former wrestling coach against me, turning the educational institution into whose athletic program I breathed _life_ against me, and trying to turn the public against me. [Arcola shakes his head.] Hasn't worked, has it, Shane-O? And now you're locked into this contest. Victory is your only option. Lose, and you'll have to tuck tail and go back to your fellow Orangemen, saying that all you did in discgracing their _true_ favrotie son was all for naught. You'll have embarassed everyone who stood by you and have shown that, once again, The Headliner can't deliver when it counts! And then where will you go, Shane? What will you do when there is no one left to prop up your dying career? I guess we'll just have to find out, won't we? Because with all that is at stake, there is just no way in Heaven or in Hell that I will let you destroy [rubs the Hardcore Title] this precious gem. It embodies the very _soul_ of every professional wrestler who's ever dreamt of being more than just another face in the history of our great sport. It is the drive, the will to be a success, to set oneself above all the rest! And it's birth was the harbringer of a new era in professional wrestling. One in which the weak and inept are cast off...and the strongest survive! So bring whatever game you want to the ring, Shane. You want to wrestle? Try it; I'll pin your shoulders to the mat so fast you won't even have time to register it. You want to fight? Try it; I'll split your head open like an overripe cantelope. You want to send those jerk-off lumberjacks who couldn't even hope to equal my level of success after me? Try it; my lumberjacks will bowl over them like a group of bullemics going for one toilet! There is _nothing_ that you can throw at me that I can't counter. Nothing that you can do...that I can't do better! We're going to meet our destines tonight, Shane. But I am making this one vow right now: the Hardcore Title will survive... [Arcola pauses looks directly into the camera lens.] ...even if I do _not_! [Cut back to ringside.] JR: And now over to Anthony Edwards for some words from the challenger. [Cut to Edwards ... somewhere in the back ... ] AE: Folks we are just moments away from the start of our Hardcore title match. For the past month this has been a war of words between our two competitors, Shane St. Clair and Justin Arcola. Tempers are at an all time high and each of these men have been counting the seconds waiting for the rematch of last years Summer Explosion! I am outside the St. Clair dressing room and judging by the energy coming from behind that steel door, you can rest assured the St. Clair Camp is ready for nothing less then World War Three .... Lets listen. [The camera crew slowly opens the door and peers in. The members of Team Harris surround Shane in the center of the room. Coach Harris towers over Shane who is seen resting comfortably in a brown wooden chair. Coach Harris stands in front of Shane pacing back and gaining his train of thought. Like a coiled rattlesnake he strikes spinning mere inches from the face of the Headliner. A brief pause until .... ] COACH HARRIS: THIS IS IT ST. CLAIR! THE TIME FOR THE BULLSHIT IS OVER! IN A FEW SHORT MOMENTS ALL YOUR BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS MEAN NOTHING! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS GETTING READY FOR THIS MATCH MEANS NOTHING IF YOU DON'T WALK OUT OF HERE WITH THE HARDCORE TITLE!!! [The camera spins over to St. Clair who sits hunched over in a wooden chair running tape around his wrist. The other members of Team Harris stand around him slapping his back trying to pump him up for the match. Shane grits his teeth raising his head slowly locking eyes with Coach Harris.] COACH HARRIS: HE IS SCARED SHANE! HE IS SCARED OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND!! He wants no part of you! You could tell that last week at Mayhem when he had his buddy Brian Nelson came out and saved his sorry ass even though the Wheel of Fate dealt him a bad hand. They know that you are the better wrestler. They know that you are without question the man that is going to destroy their precious Hardcore division. THEY CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! DON'T THINK THAT THEY ARE GOING TO COME OUT THERE FOR A GOOD CLEAN WRESTLING MATCH BECAUSE THAT IS THE LAST THING THAT THEY NEED! ARCOLA DOESN'T HAVE A PERCENTAGE OF THE TALENT YOU HAVE SON! I KNOW I COACHED HIM! I COACHED THE BOY AND I BELIEVE WITH ALL MY HEART THAT YOU CAN TAKE THIS TITLE BACK HOME TO SYRACUSE!!! COME ON SHANE LET ME KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE IN THERE!! [Shane shoots up out of the chair, the back of his leg hitting the front knocking it over. Coach Harris slaps his chest leaving a huge red welt across his right pectoral.] COACH HARRIS: COME ON YOU BIG SON OF A BITCH LET ME KNOW!! [Shane begins to breath in and out erratically his face turning a bright red. He starts to shake his head back and forth like an agitated bull and begins to bounce in place. His massive hands are clinched so tight the caps of his knuckles are turning a winter shade of white.] COACH HARRIS: WHOSE GONNA WIN?!?!??!?!?! SHANE ST. CLAIR: I AM!!! COACH HARRIS: A LITTLE LOUDER .... WHOSE GONNA WIN?!?!?!??!?!?!?! SHANE ST. CLAIR: I AM!!!!!!!! COACH HARRIS: SAY IT LIKE YA FUCKIN MEAN IT BOY!!!!!! I SAID .... WHOSE ...... GONNA ...... WIN?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! SHANE ST. CLAIR: [Screaming at the top of his lungs.] I ..... AAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!! [Coach Harris smiles and and turns towards the door. One of the Bodine brothers grabs a huge Syracuse Flag that stands against the wall. The other throws a blue towel over the shoulder of St. Clair. By this time the intensity is at a fever pitch in the St. Clair locker room. Harris throws his jacket on and spins towards the door.] COACH HARRIS: LETS GO WIN US A TITLE FOR OLD SYRACUSE!!!!!!!!!!!! [With that said Team Harris storms out of the room taking time to slap the painted orange that hangs above the locker room door as they exit.] AE: FOLKS!!! The Headliner and the rest of Team Harris are at a fever pitch right now! THIS ONE IS GOING TO BE CLASSIC FOR THE AGES!!! Lets go back to the ring and Francine for the introductions ...... [Back to ringside] JR: Folks a request has been made from the St. Clair camp to have the PA turned off for the up coming entrance. Francine will not be making an introduction until after what we expect to be a once in a life time event, so we thank for your cooperation and enjoy the show. ]=======[ IWF/WOW HARDCORE TITLE ]=======[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| JUSTIN ARCOLA vs. "HEADLINER" SHANE ST. CLAIR w/ Coach Harris ]=====[ LUMBERJACK MATCH ]=====[ *BUMP....BUMP...BUMP BUMP BUMP* [The thundering echo of percussion enters the hair.] *BUMP...BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP* [The drums continue to echo through the arena as 6 drummers exit the from behind the curtain in single file. Breaking into two groups of three they line up on either side of the aisle way. As each drummer take his position a spotlight mounted high in the rafters shoots a glow on all four corners of the jam packed arena. 4 trumpeters begin to play the start of "DOWN THE FIELD". With each repeating chorus the trumpets grow louder, and the drums begin to rumble more and more. Then suddenly through the darkness three short blast of orange pyro fill the air signaling the entrance of the Syracuse Marching Band. >From high atop the arena a platform begins to lower to the earth. The Band filters its way down the aisle marching in stride. The platform continues to lower but the darkness conceals the identity of it's passenger. The band continues to roar sending the Syracuse Fight Song booming through the jam packed arena. Turning our attention back to platform we notice it has come to a halt hanging mere feet above the ring ... then .... silence] #Down, down the field goes old Syracuse# JR: Wait a minute ..... #Just see those backs hit the line and go thro'# JA: It .... it can't be. #Down, down the field they go marching, Fighting for the Orange staunch and true.# JR: IT IS!!!!! #RAH RAH RAH# JA: ITS NEIL DIAMOND! HE'S SINGING THE SYRACUSE FIGHT SONG FOR SHANE ST. CLAIR!!!! JR: ONLY IN THE I SLASH!!! JUST LISTEN TO THAT BAND ROAR!!! This has got to be a major motivation for The Headliner this evening. So many of his fellow students showing up to cheer him on. Jack Anderson: AND NEIL DIAMOND! HE IS DECKED OUT IN THE BLUE AND ORANGE TONIGHT! #Vict'ry's in sight for old Syracuse, Each loyal son knows she ne'er more will lose# JR: My dear lord here come the cheerleaders! [A line of sexy scantly dressed blonde run out from behind the entrance curtain. They line up side by side in the aisle way kicking their legs and shaking their pom poms.] JA: Wait a minute Jim .... What are they doing now? JR: This is just getting ridiculous ... PAPER ACROSS THE ENTRANCE WAY??? JA: How else would you have the Pride of Syracuse make his entrance?? This may be the greatest intro to a match in the history of the world. They love SSC at Syracuse Jim!!! JR: Oh and how do you know that? JA: Read the paper Jim ... WE LOVE SSC AT SU! .... I think that says it all. #For We'll fight, yes. we'll fight, and with all our might .... *CRASH* JA: OTTO THE ORANGE JUST CAME BUSTING THROUGH THE PAPER! ANYONE AND EVERYONE DECKED OUT IN ORANGE AND BLUE IS ON THEIR FEET! HE IS FOLLOWED CLOSELY BEHIND BY THE REST OF TEAM HARRIS! ONE OF THE BODINE BROTHERS IS WAVING THE COLORS! THE ORANGEMEN ARE HERE AND THEY ARE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT JIM! #FOR THE GLORY OF SYRACUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!# *TWEET* *TWEET* *TWEET TWEET TWEET* JR: THE BAND IS ROARING! NEIL DIAMOND IS SINGING! THE ORANGE IS DANCING! AND HERE COMES THE HEADLINER!!!! [HUGE CROWD REACTION ON BOTH SIDES] [Coach Harris jumps out from behind the curtain pointing towards the entrance. Shane steps into view and begins to make his way towards the ring. The band and cheerleaders have parted the way but continue to play the Syracuse fight song louder and louder. Shane is dressed in traditional Syracuse Blue and Orange Unitard. Complete with matching headgear and wrestling boots. While some of the crowd continues to boo, the unfamiliar chant of "SSC, SSC, SSC" booms throughout the arena.] JR: The Headliner has definitely brought some fans with him tonight .... JA: Fans?? Hell he brought the whole student population with him! I believe that Arcola is going to find himself in unfamiliar territory tonight. He might actually hear a boo or two in the audience. [Team Harris take their position around the ring. Using the ring steps for a prop they stand the Blue and Orange flag so it floats softly in the breeze. Together they begin to beat on the mat. The Syracuse faithful begin to clap their hands. The arena is filled with the crack of slapping hands and rumbling feet. The band has gone quiet and joined in the clapping. Shane climbs the ring steps, slapping his head twice and enters the ring. The crowd roars with approval as Shane slowly jogs in place his eyes locked on the other side of the ring.] JA: Eyes of stone Jim, Eyes of stone. JR: Jack, I'll be honest with you. The last time I saw Shane shoot a look like that, it was about 20 minutes before he pinned Eric Travers at Ego's and Icon's. The former World Champion is here ... all here ... and Arcola is going to have one hell of a fight on his hands. FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen ... hailing from Jacksonville, Florida ... standing 6'3" and weighing in at 265 lbs ... ... "H E A D L I N E R" S H A N E S T. C L A I R ! ! ! FRANCINE: And now, ladies and gentlemen, at this time please welcome to the Pengrowth Saddledome... ... F A C E L I F T ! ! ! [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.] HOSTY: HIT IT!!! [The two guitarists unleash a massively overdrven riff.] BA-RUUUUM bum BUM bum! BA-RUUUUM bum BUM bum! BA-RUUUUM bum BUM bum! BA-RUUUUM bum BUM bum! HOSTY: # 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. Around his waist we can see the IWF/WOW Hardcore Title prominently displayed. He takes a step back through the curtain and pulls out...] [POP!!!] OA: HE'S GOT A DUMPSTER!!! JR: AND IT'S LOADED TO THE BRIM WITH WEAPONRY!!! JA: OK, he's got all his toys with him. But who are his four lumberjacks? [Arcola places the dumpster at the center of the stage and takes a spot in front of it. He locks eyes with St. Clair and Coach Harris. Facelift abrupty stops playing "It Ain't Like That" and switches to the a set of solemn, dark guitar riffs.] HOSTY: # I KNOW THE PIECES FIT! # [SHOCKED POP!] JA: WHAT?!? JR: COULD IT BE? [From behind the curtain steps the IWF/WOW's Resident Psycho...] OA: IT'S MATTHEW REASON!!! THE PSYCHO WHO ASSAULTED GUNNAR GAINES' FATHER AND GRANDFATHER EARLIER!!!! JA: I can't believe it! Matthew Reason is going to work with Justin Arcola? JR: Reason certainly has his issues with St. Clair, but... [The band shifts to a new song...a slightly harder version of the theme from "The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy".] JR: Wait a minute...I know this music... [The lights in the arena dim to a low level and a purple backlight illuminates the entranceway. Two figures step out from behind the curtain, one man, one woman.] JA: Oh no...you are _kidding_ me! JR: Is that? [The man turns to his side and we can see a steel chair in his hands. The woman turns to her side and begins twirling a sock with a large object at the end. The crowd pops big time!] JR: IT IS!!! IT'S... [The two figures step all the way out onto the stage.] JA: NO!!! JR: "THE COUCH POTATO" CARL LUMSKI AND FLEUR GARDYN!!! OA: THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS ARE BACK!!! [Carl Lumski and Fleur each step to the side of the dumpster. Fleur's eyes are dead on the ring and a narrowed expression of sheer hatred on her face as she twirls that infamous sock.] JR: Can you believe this? Arcola has brought the victims of Shane St. Clair's most heinous attack in his career to Summer Explosion! OA: These two have nothing _but_ unfinished business with the Headliner! St. Clair ran this team out of the I/W almost a year ago! St. Clair battered Fluer Gardyn to within an inch of her _life_! JA: Who else could Arcola possibly be bringing here tonight? I'm starting to get worried... [Facelift starts to play a cover of Dope's "Debonair".] JA: Wait a minute! "Debonair"? That's the Headliner's old music! What's Arcola trying to pull here? [The Giga-Tron flashes the words, "Franchise Players" and the audience goes _APESHIT_!] JR: NO IT'S NOT! IT'S THE _FRANCHISE PLAYERS'_ OLD MUSIC! [A large, nearly 7-foot tall figure steps out into the entranceway to a HUGE fan ovation!] OA: LOOK AT THIS!!! JR: Can it _be_? Is it... . . . . . [YES!!!] . . . . . OH MY GOD!!! IT'S... . . . . . ___"THE EQUALIZER"... JEREMY THRANTON___!!!!! [Shane St. Clair's reaction in the ring is extremely dour. Coach Harris is going nuts, blowing on his whistle and jumping up and down.] JR: Look at this crew that Arcola has assembled! Matthew Reason, whose young charge Angelina -- a _child_ -- was assaulted by St. Clair! The Star-Crossed Lovers, who were run out of the I/W after Fleur Gardyn was mercilessly beaten with a lethal weapon by St. Clair, while she was tied to a _chair_! And we'll never forget IWF/WOW Hall of Famer Jeremy Thranton, who served alongside both Arcola and St. Clair in the most dominant stable in our history -- The Franchise Players. Shane St. Clair betrayed them _both_ and split up the group, all out of _jealousy_ for Thranton! OA: Arcola said he was going to throw St. Clair's extreme and violent past right in his face, and that's just what he's doing! JA: Does Arcola keep a Christmas Card list or something? How'd he get in touch with all these people in a week? [Arcola drags the dumpster towards the ring, flanked by his four lumberjacks. They all rush into the ring and Team Harris and St. Clair all bail out. Arcola's four lumberjacks each climb a turnbuckle while Arcola stands in the center of the ring, raising the Hardcore Championship belt high over his head. The arena floods with flashbulbs.] OA: Look at this sight! We're about to see an epic confrontation! And you can bet that if St. Clair gets dumped out of the ring, he's gonna find himself in a _world_ of trouble! [Arcola's amazing team of 'jacks filter out of the ring, opposite to St. Clair and his. Justin Arcola backs up and shoots a very confident look to St. Clair.] JR: Arcola's taunting St. Clair. Justin Arcola wants that man in the ring _RIGHT NOW!_ JA: And the Headliner happily grants Arcola's wish. [Shane carefully makes his way up the steal steps, stepping through the ropes and entering the ring.] JR: Here we go. [Both men make their way to the center of the ring. A good amount of jaw jacking going down. St. Clair has that index finger digging into the chest of Arcola.] JR: THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS! [St. Clair buries his finger again--BUT this time Arcola catches it, shaking his head "no"] JR: Arcola _CATCHING_ the finger. [St. Clair backs up, cocking his left arm.] JR: A LEFT! NO! BLOCKED BY ARCOLA! (( DING DING DING )) [The Crowd has yet to sit down! The entire arena on their feet as Arcola deflects St. Clair's left hand and- JR: ARCOLA JUST _LEVELED!_ ST. CLAIR! St. Clair pops back up, _AND_ he's down again. OA: Look at the eyes of Justin Arcola. He's absolutely _LIVID!_ [Arcola grabbing the wrist.] JA: IRISH WHIP! WAIT! St. Clair reversed. Arcola into the ropes now. _COACH_ Harris just pulled Arcola's feet out from under him! [Justin face plants hard on the mat. Arcola's 'jacks start rounding the corner, but stop 'bout halfway, just wanting to make their presence known.] JA: St. Clair is capatilizing on the teamwork. [St. Clair drops to one knee, 'cept that knee is draped across the back of Arcola's neck.] JR: Arcola can't MOVE! St. Clair is reaching for Arcola's arms, and he has them. [While pinning Arcola down St. Clair begins pulling on Arcola's right arm, wreching it towards Arcola's own head, attempting to jerk it right out of socket.] JA: Already, St. Clair's technical background coming into play. JR: You're insane, he's just pulling Arcola's arms the wrong way. St. Clair is dictating the pace of this match, already. He's working Arcola's arms, and I'm sure he has detailed plans on how to pick apart Arcola throughout the remainder of this match. [St. Clair releases the hold, stepping away from Arcola.] JR: Arcola making it up to his feet, now. [Both men circle each other for a second before- JR: A LOCK UP! CRRASH! JR: Arcola just _BLATENTLY_ over powered St. Clair by throwing him into the turnbuckle. [Arcola charges towards St. Clair.] JA: OUCH! JR: A big shoulder into the _GUT_ of the Headliner. St. Clair's down again. [uh-oh. Arcola's motioning to Reason. And Reason begins to dig into the trashcan _FROM HELL!_ Err, the one with all the shit in it....Reason, with a crazed look laced in his eyes brings a steal chair out, and hands it to Arcola through the ropes.] JR: The Headliner is flat on his butt after that shoulder block, his head laying against turnbuckle. [Arcola turns back to St. Clair, slapping the mat twice with the steal chair.] CLANG! CLANG! JR: The crowd shooting to their feet! [Arcola draws back and SWINGS! . . . . . . . . WHOOOOSH! JR: AND MISSES! ST. CLAIR ROLLED OUT! AND ARCOLA'S DEAD ON HIS HEELS WITH THAT STEAL CHAIR! [Arcola brings the chair crashing down to the mat trying to hit St. Clair, who quickly rolls from each possible matching ending blow!] CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! JA: Arcola CANNOT hit St. Clair. [Arcola dumps the chair off in the corner and takes after St. Clair old school style.] JR: Arcola jerking St. Clair up from the mat _by the hair._ _LOW BLOW_! LOW BLOW BY ST. CLAIR! JA: Ol' reliable. That move will calm even the damnest of offensive rallies. [Arcola tumbles forward a little, loosing his balance.] JR: ARCOLA JUST FELL OUT OF THE RING! ON ST. CLAIR'S SIDE! THIS COULD BE DEVESTATING! [Arcola's instantly swarmed by Team Harris. But to everyone's amazement, Coach Harris leads his team by gently helping Arcola back into the ring.] JR: I thought for sure St. Clair had just fed Arcola to the wolves. JA: You don't get it Jim, the wolves are tamed, they just fed Arcola back to the lion! JR: Indeed. Did you notice "Quicksilver" Jeff Keenan sitting in the front row, Jack? JA: Yes I did. He must be out here scouting the competition. OA: But upon his return he's scouting a match as huge as this....dontcha think his eyes are a little bigger then his belly? JR: Anything can happen in the I Slash, Owen. Anything. [And back to the match...] JR: Arcola still feeling the impact of a low blow in his valuables. But he's coming back. [St. Clair pacing around the ring, waiting for Arcola to get back to his feet.] JR: This could be a bad move by St. Clair. [St. Clair breaks into a dead sprint across the ring, heading right for Arcola.] OA: ARCOLA DUCKED! AND ST. CLAIR JUST TOPPLED OVER THE TOP ROPE! LANDING ON COACH HARRIS! JR: HOW IRONIC! The non-Syracuse fans on their feet! [Arcola has the chair...again. And again, he's waiting for St. Clair to get back into the ring.] JR: St. Clair's 'jacks talk some sense to him, and send him back into the ring....ST. CLAIR DOESN'T SEE ARCOLA! CRRRRRACK! OA: RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE WITH A STEAL CHAIR! AND ST. CLAIR IS LIMP! [Arcola making an early cover!] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . THREE! . . . NO! TWO! ONLY TWO! JR: ST. CLAIR KICKED OUT OF A CHAIR SHOT! A CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE! [Arcola is surprised, but not freakishly distraught, and upset. He shrugs off the cover and brings St. Clair back to his feet. By now Team Harris seems to be a little worried.] JR: A powerful chair shot like that can definitely seal the deal. [Arcola tugs at St. Clair's wrist.... JR: SENDING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPES! [St. Clair tumbles, but instantly jumping to his feet and warping Matthew Reason through the face.] JA: I don't think that was a smart move. [The Equalizer catches St. Clair right in the back. Before St. Clair can even make it to the mat Fleur Gardyn- JR: OH! A sharp toe to the gut of St. Clair. Arcola may be the hero here tonight, but damned if his lumberjacks aren't brutal. [It doesn't take long for Team Harris to swarm Arcola's 'jacks. Jeremy Thranton didn't have time to see a big orange sweater come flying. Two Pride of Syracuse swinging chairs taking out the Star Crossed Lovers. Coach Harris himself slides into the business with a low blow to Matthew Reason.] JA: TEAM HARRIS IS CLEANING HOUSE! THE EQUALIZER FELL LIKE A TREE! [Arcola springs out of the ring, nearly buring his entire head into the dumpter pulling out- JR: A STOP SIGN! POLE CONNECTED AND ALL! CRRRRRACK! JR: RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF COACH HARRIS! [Two more HUGE SWINGS!] CRRRRRRRACK! CRRRRRRRACK! JR: TWO MORE ORANGE JERSIES GO DOWN! [Wait a second, Otto the Orange is _IN_ THE RING!] JR: Arcola doesn't seem to apprecitate the Syracuse mascot setting foot in his own ring. [Outside the battle continues between St. Clair and Coach Harris versus Arcola's amazing band of lumberjacks.] JR: Arcola pacing the ropes looking at Otto the Orange. OA: He looks _PISSED!_ JA: Otto the Orange isn't doing anything wrong! [Otto's head darts two a fro from the ring.] JR: He looks scared! OA: He should be... JR: A HAND IS EXTENDING! OA: THE ORANGE IS SORRY! JA: How disgraceful. [The Orange extends a long orange nylon covered hand towards Justin Arcola.] JR: Justin Arcola living his college dream. [Both hands meet!] [SUPER HUGE WELCOME THE FUCK BACK TO SYRACUSE!!!!] GASSSSSSSP! WAAAAAAP! [Otto jerks away from Justin Arcola!] JR: SUPER KICK BY OTTO! SUPER KICK RIGHT TO THE CHIN OF JUSTIN ARCOLA! [St. Clair slides back into the ring.] JA: THE HEADLINER IS BACK! [St. Clair throws his arms around the waist of Arcola.] JA: BIG BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! CRRRRRRACK! [Arcola's head slaps the steel chair. This could've been an accident.] JR: St. Clair doesn't give a _GODDAMN_ ABOUT THE HEALTH OF JUSTIN ARCOLA! [St. Clair violently pulls Arcola back to his feet, holding him from behind.] JR: Shane St. Clair is motioning to Otto the Orange _AGAIN!_ [The Huge orange lifts up his mask... . . . . . . . . . . GASP!!!! IT CAN'T BE HIM! OH MY GOD! QUICK GET IT ON CAMERA, THINGS LIKE THIS DON'T HAPPEN! JR: ........CHRIS PAGE! THE AMERICAN RAGE CHRIS PAGE! WAAAAAAAAP! JR: SUPER KICK TO THE CHIN OF ARCOLA! _AGAIN!_ [That's enough! "Quicksilver" Jeff Keenan hops the rails, sliding into the ring.] OA: HE WASN'T HERE TO SCOUT! HE WAS WATCHING OUT! [Keenan nails Chris Page in the back, causing him to topple to the outside, right into the middle of the lumberjack brawl, which still wages on!] =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== Can the Headliner do it?? Can Justin retain?? Find out in Pt. 7! JR: St. Clair looks startled, but his eyes are still fixed on Arcola...who's _OUT!_ OA: I don't expect him to get back up. [St. Clair pulls Arcola back up to his feet. St. Clair reaching for the neck. He's got it. His version of the cobra clutch!] JR: SWEET RELEASE ON JUSTIN ARCOLA! [Arcola's eyes begin to bulge with life. Spit flies from his mouth. St. Clair's arms continue to flex, pulling, choking Justin Arcola out.] JR: What the _HELL!?!_ [The lights in the arena begin to flicker, but not enough to cause panic, they just flicker.] JR: It looks like St. Clair may've just lost a bit of concentration. But, it's back now..._FOR_ sure! JA: What's going on? [The lights begin flickering again. Everything instantly returns to normal though. St. Clair keeps the hold. Arcola won't give though. The ref's in his face and Arcola won't budge.] JR: He's COMMITING SUICIDE! JA: Who's that!?! [Right then a man walks out from the entrance way. Dressed in a huge flannel button up shirt, baggy blue jeans, brown work boots, and a full face black ski mask.] JR: A SECRET LUMBERJACK! JA: WHAT TEAM'S HE ON! JR: WHO IS HE!?! [St. Clair releases the hold for just a second, allowing Arcola to drop to the ground.] JR: JEREMY THRANTON JUST HEAVED COACH HARRIS INTO THE CROWD! [Nearly all the lumberjack's spill over into the crowd. Chris Page and Jeff Keenan make their way up the ramp right passed the new lumberjack. He lets them by without any trouble.] JR: That lumberjack is making his way towards the ring. [The masked man stops about halfway, St. Clair doesn't like the looks of any of it, but he'll allow for now.] JR: St. Clair bringing his attention back to Arcola, who's struggling on the mat. [Shane pulls Arcola up to one knee, then with an over used amount of power he lifts Arcola to his feet. St. Clair locks Arcola's arms.] OA: DOUBLE UNDERHOOKED PILEDRIVER! JR: NO! THE ARCOLA DRIVER! ARCOLA DRIVER ON JUSTIN ARCOLA! AND THE PIN! [NOOOO!] ONE! . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . JR: A NEW CHAMPION! THREE! OA: NO!! JR: TWO! TWO! TWO! [Arcola explodes from the chest, pushing his shoulder to the air!] JR: SHANE ST. CLAIR CAN'T BELIEVE! [St. Clair begins kicking Arcola in the ribs.] JR: He just kicked Arcola out of the _RING!_ [That third lumberjack doesn't budge.] JR: St. Clair falls out of the ring. JA: A TRUE HARDCORE MATCH! [St. Clair digs inside trashcan.] [JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY POP!] JR: A SCREWDRIVER! SHANE ST. CLAIR HAS A SCREWDRIVER! OA: Looks like Shane's Pride of Syracuse theory just went out the window. He's playing this "Arcola Rules" style. [St. Clair quickly falls to his knees and slams the tip of the screwdriver into the forehead of Arcola.] JR: HE'S TRYING TO KILL HIM! [Arcola blocks with his forearms, but that screwdriver still reaches the skin.] JR: BLOOD! [The tip of the screwdriver digs into the cheek of Arcola. The skin rips away, and the blood begins to flow.] JR: St. Clair has gone far enough. [In a fit of rage St. Clair throws the screwdriver to the side.] OA: Shane St. Clair is back up. He's looking for something else. [Arcola actually sits up, leaning back against the ring apron. His face pouring the blood. A look of pure exhaustion plastered across his face.] JR: St. Clair has a _CHAIR!_ [With one step St. Clair tee's off.] CRRRRACK! JR: OH! St. Clair just _NAILED_ the ring apron with a steal chair! A STINGER! [St. Clair drops the chair, Arcola flips around.] JR: Leg sweep by Arcola! HE STILL HAS LIFE! [St. Clair and Arcola both make it to their feet round about the same time, but St. Clair strikes first.] JR: A RIGHT BY ST. CLAIR! A LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! POP! BLOCKED! OA: Arcola is fighting _BACK!_ [With huge haymakers Arcola begins forcing St. Clair back.] JR: They're moving up the ramp! OA: Time to find out who that mystery man is. [Arcola reaches deep and sends St. Clair to the ground right at the foot of our new 'jack.] JR: He isn't doing anything. [The lumberjack takes a step to the right and leaps off the ramp, landing on the side of the stage, against the rail.] JR: Arcola doesn't quite understand it, but he has St. Clair back up, and they're going to the top of the stage! [St. Clair with an elbow to the gut of Arcola.] JA: St. Clair refuses to give up. [Both men stand brawling on top of the stage right in the center of the ramp!] JR: WHAT A SIGHT! < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > < > OA: Flashbulbs lighting the place up! JR: Arcola finally getting the upper hand. A knee to the gut of St. Clair. [Arcola takes St. Clair by the back of the neck, shoving him face first into the Summer Explosion props.] CRRRRRRASH! [His head goes straight through a glass 2002 logo.] JR: Arcola pulls a _BLOODIED_ St. Clair from the rubble! [Justin Arcola repositions him on the ramp.] CRRRRRRRRRRASH! JR: ANOTHER GLASS PROP! ST. CLAIR IS A BLOODY MESS! [Arcola takes St. Clair to the edge of the stage. The right side, below sound tables and various wires, speakers and behind the scene production what-not sits.] JR: HERE COMES THE MYSTERY MAN! Arcola sitting up St. Clair at the edge! But the masked lumberjack is moving quick. [Arcola jerks the arms back.] JR: HE'S GOING FOR THE ARCOLA DRIVER! [The mystery man!] BOOOOOOOOOOOO! JR: HE CLUBBED HIM IN THE BACK! [Arcola droops across the back of St. Clair. St. Clair shows life.] . . . . . . . CRRRRRASH! JR: SHANE ST. CLAIR JUST BACKDROPPED JUSTIN ARCOLA OVER THE STAGE!!! AND DOWN! DOWWWWN THROUGH THOSE TABLES! DEAR GOD! OA: SOMEONE GET OUT HERE! [Arcola's face covered in blood from that ghastley cheek wound. Laying...dead, dead inside a broken table, partially covered by a busted speaker and some wire. His eyes...] JR: HIS EYES ARE CLOSED! NO LIFE AT ALL! JA: St. Clair doesn't know what just happened. He's at a loss for everything. No idea how he's on top right now. But he _IS!_ [St. Clair violently spins his body around, blood hurling from his face, along with pieces of glass.] JR: "The Headliner" Shane St. Clair is making his way, carefully from the stage to the nearly ruined area below. That had to be a fifteen foot drop, Jack. Owen what do you think. OA: I'm surprised St. Clair is still going. He showed he has heart, whether or not he realizes he could've lost the match. [St. Clair falls to the floor, landing near Arcola. He groggily folds his legs over his body, pinning him with an amateur style school boy.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . JR: CAN HE PIN OUTSIDE OF THE RING! . . . JR: I BELIEVE HE CAN! . . . . . . THREE! JR: THE REF SAYS THREE!!!! (( DING DING DING )) FRANCINE: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH! JA: AMAZING! JR: THE MYSTERY MAN CAUSED ARCOLA TO LOSE! FRANCING: AND NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IWF/WOW _HARDCORE_ CHAMPION! ... "H E A D L I N E R" S H A N E S T. C L A I R ! ! ! ! ! [Suddenly Coach Harris along with most of the yellow jersies explode from the entrance way, right passed the mystery lumberjack.] JA THE PRIDE OF SYRACUSE JUST BROUGHT IT HOME! AND HERE COMES THE BELOVED COACH! JR: You don't notice the mystery man slipping back, did you? He just left. Back into the locker room area. [Some of the Syracuse fans jump the rail rushing St. Clair, lifting him high above their heads. All of the big orange make their way to the ring.] JR: Coach Harris is walking side by side with Chris Page. How could this be!?! [The ref hands a beaten and bloody St. Clair the belt as he's being held up by to orange jersies. Coach Harris takes the mic.] COACH HARRIS: First and foremost I'd like to congratulate Shane St. Clair for a remarkable win, a score for Big Orange over that dumpster brawler...Justin Arcola. [Coach Harris turns to Chris Page.] COACH HARRIS: On a night so special as this I would like to make another announcement. One that will be a surprise to Shane himself. [Coach Harris takes a letter jacket from one of the men surrounding him.] COACH HARRIS: I hereby induct _CHRIS PAGE_ into the PRIDE OF SYRACUSE! [A handshake and a letter jacket exchange.] COACH HARRIS: Son, you've earned this. [St. Clair and Chris Page shake hands, and both men are allowed out first, followed by Coach Harris. The rest of Team Harris leave the ring, and start filing into the backstage area.] JR: A brutal match here tonight. A belt lost. Only in the I Slash. Lets have word on Justin Arcola. Paramedics assisted him to the back during Chris Page's Letter Jacket Ceremony. [Jim Robson listens intently for a moment.] JR: Justin Arcola has serious injury to his lower back. [LIGHTS OUT!] JR: GOOD GOD! [In a blinding strobe light manner, the light returns, flashing bright white, then darkness. The crowd hardly able to tell what's going on.] JR: A...a...A _STRETCHER_!!!! [A stetcher mysteriously rolls out from the back, slowly creeping to a halt right before the ramp heads down towards the ring.] JR: JUSTIN ARCOLA IS STRAPPED TO THAT STRETCHER! DEAR LORD! OA: WHAT'S GOING ON! [LIGHTS OUT!] JR: We can't see anything fans. For those of you watching at home, all we know is that Justin Arcola may be in serious trouble. He apparently needed medical attention after that twenty foot fall. But somehow his stretcher...with him in it...has made it's way to the stage. [LIGHTS ON!] JR: THAT LUMBERJACK IS BACK! HE'S BACK! AND HE'S STANDING RIGHT BY ARCOLA'S STRETCHER! [The lumberjack's right hand slowly begins to creep towards his black ski mask.] JR: WHO IS IT!?! JA: WHO COULD IT BE!?! #Carving up your flesh# #Until I get to the bone# #Murder all I can# #True death still lives on# #Open wounds in sickly skin# #Gangrenous infected dead# #I'll tear you up - and fuck the holes I cut into you# #Murderer - I rape the dead# #Torture killer# ["Torture Killer" by Six Feet Under EXPLODES OVER THE PA!] JR: THE SKI MASK IS GONE! GASSSSSSSP! JR: HE BROKE HIS NECK! HE BROKE HIS NECK! JA: TRRRREEEEEVVVVVOOOOR STTTOORRRRMMM IS _BACK!_ JR: TREVOR STORM IS STANDING OVER JUSTIN ARCOLA! [The entire place looks like they've seen a ghost.] JR: Trevor Storm is _RIPPING_ Arcola off that stretcher!! Tearing him from the straps!! [Storm forces Arcola out of the stretcher and onto the steel ramp.] JR: Trevor Storm just stepped across Justin Arcola's face, digging the heel of his boot into that injured cheek!! [Storm brings Arcola back up to his feet, nearly causing Arcola to have whiplash. With one full throw Trevor Storm sends Arcola rolling all the way down the ramp, until his shoulder bounces into the bottom of the ring.] JR: Trevor Storm just tossed Justin Arcola back towards the ring. And now..._NOW_ he's making his way down the ramp also! [Storm picks Arcola up again, rolling him into the ring, and then quickly following.] JR: Once again fans, Trevor Storm was thought to have been out of wrestling for good. Some rumors were going around that a December return might happen....but what's happening right now, well....Storm has Arcola up again. Holding his near limp body by the shoulders.] [Storm throws his hands around Arcola's neck.] SMACK! [He lifts Arcola up off the ground.] JR: THAT POWER! [While holding Arcola up above his head he begins sprinting towards the ropes.] JR: GOD! [Trevor Storm throws Arcola further up and then chokeslams him out of the ring.] JR: POINTS OF AUTHORITY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! ARCOLA JUST BOUNCED OFF THE MAT! HE LANDED FLAT ON HIS BACK! JA: His head bounced off the floor, Jim. Bounced. [Storm drops through the ropes, landing by Arcola's carcass.] JR: Please God! Tell me he's finished! [Storm heaves Arcola onto the announce table, Owen, Jack, and Jim all scatter. You hear their mics crash to the floor. Storm jumps onto the table, Jim Robson yelling at the top of his lungs.] [Storm lifts Arcola up, tucking his head beneath his arm.] AND THE CROWD GOES WILD! [Trevor explodes from the legs picking Arcola high above his head.....and JR (even without a mic) HE DROPPED HIM! [Storm connects with "Ol' Painless" drilling Arcola head first through the announce table.] [Jim Robson runs in looking for a headset, and pulls one from the rubble as Trevor Storm crawls out.] JR: TREVOR STORM HAS HAS HIS PAYBACK AND THEN SOME! ONE OF THE I SLASH'S FIERCEST MEN HAS RETURNED! AND HE JUST DESTROYED JUSTIN ARCOLA! [Storm stands up reaching for a mic.] JR: HE'S GONNA SPEAK! IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE HE'S BEEN ON I SLASH TELEVISION! [Storm brings the mic up to his mouth. He pushes his long black hair from his face.] TREVOR STORM: ......(whispering)...i'm back. #Carving up your flesh# #Until I get to the bone# #Murder all I can# #True death still lives on# #Open wounds in sickly skin# #Gangrenous infected dead# #I'll tear you up - and fuck the holes I cut into you# #Murderer - I rape the dead# #Torture killer# [Six Feet Under erupts again. Storm drops the mic on top of Arcola, and heads around the ring and up towards the backstage area.] JR: Trevor Storm has just attacked the man who was responsible for his own injury. Arcola, nearly a month ago nearly broke Trevor Storm's neck. Apparently some twisted information was delivered to the I Slash, because we had previously reported that Trevor Storm's neck was indeed broken. [EMT's pass Storm, as he dissappears behind the ramp. His music fades as the EMT's in front make it to Arcola's side.] JR: Out of respect folks the camera will be taken away from Justin Arcola as he is helped from the arena. [The camera shows fans reactions, but for the most part returning to The announcers face's.] JR: Lets go to the back, lets hope that I Slash's top athlete will be alright. =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== JR: And now-- # ... 'Till roof comes off ... # # ... 'Till the lights go out ... # # ... 'Till my legs give out ... # # ... Can't shut my mouth ... # ["'Till I Collapse" by Eminem thumps the PA as I Slash President, Brian Nelson arrives, clad in a _swank_ black leather jacket, fitted white I Slash cap turned backwards, "Summer Explosion" t-shirt, and faded carpenters jeans. He momentarily stands idle, clapping his hands in front of his chest after every two beats. The crowd begins clapping as well. Nelson's head bobs to the rhythm as he chews his gum.] # ... 'Till the smoke clears out ... # # ... And my high burns out ... # # ... I'ma rip this shit ... # # ... 'Till my bones collapse ... # [He's hard to read as he descends the ramp, ignoring the fans and feeling a little less animated. He blows the gum out of his mouth before climbing into the ring. Francine has his microphone waiting.] JR: It must be time. OA: It's zero hour, for sure. The speculation ends here. We will find out whether or not Super Scott and "Dreamlover" Trey Porter are now property of IWF/WOW. JR: Let's just hope he does the right thing. [Nelson seems entranced by the very spot from which he just came. The mic slowly comes to his lips. He speaks hypnotically, not even staring into the camera.] NELSON: Alright ... ... I have an announcement to make. [Crowd] "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" [For the first time, Nelson looks agitated by his beloved I Slash fans.] NELSON: Yeah ... I _know_ what you want. It's _me_ ... _Nelson_ ... remember? I'm well aware what Trey's presence could do for this company. It hasn't been easy, you know. Thinking a bout my best interests. Thinking about your best interests. Thinking about my company and my wrestlers' best interests. I'm getting heat _already_ from some of my employees for the airtime that DTP and Scott have already pirated. And by clearing space for them on a pay-per-view, when two others superstars could easily be showcasing their skills right now, is only fanning the flames. I'm doing this for _you_. [Pointing demandingly to the crowd as they pop.] NELSON: I _want_ to give you want you want. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter on I Slash pay-per-view! [POP!!] JR: Oh no ... NELSON: So Porter ... come give 'em what they want, and go ahead, bring Scott with you. ["Without Me" by Eminem blares.] #OBIE TRICE# #Name No Gimmicks# #2 trailer park girls go round the outside# #round the outside# #round the outside# [As the music begins to blare over the PA both Super Scott and "Dreamlover" Trey Porter emerge from behind the curtain. DTP is wearing jeans, black boots and a red UTOPIAN BLONDES "BRUSH WITH GREATNESS TOUR 1996" T-shirt. They make there way down the ramp all the while mocking Nelson. They high five fans and DTP does a little Fargo Strut before he reaches the ring steps. As they climb into the ring, DTP does a couple spines and then gets down on one knee and flexes his right arm while pointing to it with his left finger. Super Scott is standing behind him with one fist in the air. He's wearing sunglasses, a Utopian Blondes t-shirt, and a clip-on tie, for the special occasion. Super grabs a mic and begins to speak] SUPER SCOTT - Yeah Nelson, we like Eminem too. But hey, I'm from Detroit. I get the right to listen to my boy. You .. you don't have the street credibility to be doing that. Ya just look like a jackass when ya try. But hey.. that's just constructive criticism, boss. [Super is chomping down a hot dog.] SUPER SCOTT - .. I've never been a big fan of sweet relish, you guys will have to get Dill after we join I Slash tonight. I won't stand for this crap. But for tonight only, I forgive.. cause these are great hot dogs. Hey, ya know, I haven't been this excited since The Facts of Life Reunion Show. [to DTP] .. Should I sing the theme song? [In unison, the crowd chants "No!!" .. Super Scott looks over at Nelson] SUPER SCOTT - You a little bit nervous there, buddy? Relax, it'll all be over in a few minutes. But hey, I'm ready - let's get this formality over with, so I can kick some ISlash scrubs ass. I'm ready to take out Razor Ron Jeremy. I'm ready to beat some DoubleJ-SingleJ's ass. I'm ready for it all .. I'm ready to brawl.. I'm ready, so let's not stall. GIVE US OUR CONTRACTS, BEEEEEYOOOOOTCH! [The crowd pops like mad.] NELSON: Wow ... you know. Just ... wow. That was great. You two can work a crowd, I owe you that much. 'Specially you, Trey. [DTP shrugs with a "I do what I can" smirk.] NELSON: Was it fun? [The former Utopian Blondes look at one another and nod. Nelson looks into the crowd.] NELSON: How 'bout it? WAS THAT _FUN_!? [MAN-SIZE POP!!!] NELSON: Good. So ... now that I've given you what you wanted ... [He turns to DTP and Scott.] NELSON: ... you two can go. JR: What? JA: You're kidding me. [Trey and Super look confused.] NELSON: That's it. Go. Get your crusty, washed up asses out of my fuggin' ring! Don't show your hip-shakin', blood suckin' boogie around here again! [Crowd] "Boooooooooo!!!" [Nelson's eyes dart back to the crowd.] NELSON: Pipe down, you got what you begged me for. SUPER SCOTT: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, YOU STUPID FU... [DTP grabs the mic. The crowd is going crazy. Anticipation is building. Yes people, this is big.] DTP: [DTP slowly brings the mic up to his lips] OOH, LA, LA! [The crowd starts chanting DTP as he speaks his first words in the ISLASH] DTP: You know Nelson, you really surprised me. I never thought that the little snot nosed intern, who use to beg to hang out with us, would ever and I mean _EVER_ tell us no. NELSON: Well hell, Trey, the only reason, and I mean _only_ reason I waited _this_ long to tell you schmucks absolutely, positively, unequivocally that _NO WAY_ in _HELL_ will I _EVER_ put food in your mouths is so I could do it in front of the entire world! JR: YES!! JA: He just made the worst mistake of his life! Nelson has SCREWED the I Slash! DTP: [DTP smirks and then chuckles at Nelson's comments] So that is the way it is going to be? Just use _MY_ name to sell your two bit PPV and then try to blow me off. Well you know Nelson, I never wanted to come here anyway. I didn't do it for Super Scott, I did it for Scott. I did if for _MY_ family! [DTP takes a deep breath as Nelson shrugs his shoulder wondering what he is talking about] DTP: Don't stand there like you don't know what I'm talking about Nelson. You know damn well that Scott is Lisa's brother, you know he is my brother in law! Hell I even let you come to the wedding. I stuck you at the geek table, but you were there. But right now you have the audacity to stand there and tell me that _I'M_ not welcome in _YOUR_ fed. [DTP pokes Nelson in the chest] DTP: For your information Nelson, I was beating chumps like your world champ night after night, while you were still trying to convince little Sally Stephens next door to let you in her pants. [Nelson spreads his arms.] NELSON: Alright, you're a real jock, Porter. Now let's have it. [Super leans in to Nelson's microphone.] SUPER SCOTT: Uuuh ... have WHAT? A Tic-Tac, sir? NELSON: And I always you just _played_ dumb, Scott. The Dreamkick! The Heartbreaker! Dreamlover Claw Hold! What_ever_! Come on, we're all expecting it. How else are you gonna go to "The Empire" or GLCW or UWF now with any heat? Go ahead. I might as well do some community service. Just know that fourty security guards are gonna leave you in puddles of urine in the alley as soon as you touch me, and not necessarily yours. [Nelson squeezes his eyes tight. Scott and DTP just chuckle. After a few seconds, Nelson cautiously peels one eye open, then the other.] NELSON: So what's the holdup? I should be unconscious by now. [DTP takes the mic back from Nelson] DTP: [smirks] You know I could very easily drop you to the mat right now. What would that prove? We all know that it doesn't take much to drop the pathetic excuse for a man that you are! What I will do is do something that will be even more of a fatal blow then a Heartbreaker! SUPER SCOTT: Hold up, Trey, I gotta get my camera ready for this. The look on his face and the shit in his pants, that is gonna be priceless. [DTP reaches into his back pocket and shows Nelson some rolled up papers] DTP: Take a good look at that Nelson. OA: What is that? JR: God, I'm scared to find out. DTP: Take a _REAL_ good look! What you have in your hands is the freshly signed contracts of SUPER SCOTT and "DREAMLOVER" TREY PORTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HEEEEEEEEYUUUUUGE POP!!!!!] [Crowd] "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" "D - T - P!!! D - T - P!!!" SUPER SCOTT: Yeah, I guess we've come to confess, we didn't actually come here to sign any I Slash contracts, since, well, we're already _IN_ the I Slash. Damn this is great! NELSON: You're full of shit. There's no one in else in this building with the power to certify contracts but _me_! [Nelson pats his chest.] NELSON: Head honcho! Right here, schleprocks! SUPER SCOTT: Oh really? NELSON: Oh ... _really_. [The lights in the arena suddenly and quickly fade to black and sounds of a bad storm, complete with thunder, lightning, and wind fill the arena. A light, smoky haze begins to fill the aisle and then suddenly.... _*BONG*_ [The sound of a large bell fills the arena and an "A" shines in front of the entranceway in a bright white light. The fans in the arena jump to their feet and the cheers nearly blow the roof off of the Saddledome.] _*BONG*_ [Another bell sounds and an "o" shines midway down the aisle in the same bright white light. The crowd seems to get louder.] _*BONG*_ [As the third bell sounds, a "D" is shone at the end of the aisle.] _*BONG*_ [As the fourth bell sounds a white spotlight shines on the curtain, and seconds later the opening riffs of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begin to blast through the souns system. The crowd noise is deafening as Vice President Wade Thompson walks through the curtain and into the arena, wearing a charcoal Armani suit.] JR: Oh no! He didn't! JA: All hail Vice President Thompson! He has delivered DTP and Super Scott to the I Slash!! OA: Look at Nelson! He is FUMING! [Thompson continues down the aisle, and his eyes remain focused on the ring. Thompson walks around the side of the ring and grabs an extra microphone, and then climbs the steps as the three men already in the ring look on. Thompson steps into the ring and stands off to the side looking right at Super Scott and DTP. Nelson is glaring bolts, but Thompson seems oblivious.] [Crowd] "A - O - D!!! A - O - D!!!" "A - O - D!!! A - O - D!!!" "A - O - D!!! A - O - D!!!" JR: Listen to this crowd! Wade Thompson has certailny won them back! [Thompson looks around the building as the fans chant, and then finally acknowledges that Brian Nelson looks like he's ready to kill.] VP THOMPSON: Brian, you look a little upset. NELSON: You _don't_ say! [Nelson lays down a few confrontational steps in Wade's direction, pointing an accusitory finger.] NELSON: If you tell me they're right I swear to God-- [Thompson starts walking at Nelson. The president takes a few large steps back, realizing his mistake as Wade points his left index finger right back at him.] VP THOMPSON: WHOA!! You hold it right there ... _Boss_. [Nelson looks at Thompson sideways as Super Scott and DTP watch on with amused looks on their faces.] VP THOMPSON: I know you're a little upset, and emotional, but don't go saying or doing anything you may regret later. I know that deep down all you really need to know is why. Why on Earth did I sign these two? [Just as Wade confirms, Nelson tears the cap from his head and slams it against the mat.] VP THOMPSON: What could have possibly possessed me to let these two in our front door against your wishes? There's two reasons Brian. NELSON: _Neither_ of which are going to save your ass this time! [As Nelson steps back from his threatening stance again, Thompson smirks.] VP THOMPSON: Look at you. The big man. The brand spankin' new owner of the IWF/WOW, being all tough, high and mighty with his inherited Vice President. I knew you wouldn't understand, and in fact I don't think you could EVER understand. For me to have to watch Super Scott walk into an IWF/WOW ring, and especially into the ring of the friggin' Mayhem Arena, and talk about this organization like it's third rate... That's not only an insult to the guys here now, but it's a slap in the face to the men who built the foundation of this organization!! The damn Mayhem Arena was partially built on MY blood, MY sweat, and MY tears!! [Thompson begins to slowly pace back and forth in front of Nelson.] VP THOMPSON: When he metaphorically pissed on the IWF/WOW's legacy, he pissed on MY legacy!! _I_ was the first man to hold the championship of the organization you now own!! _I_ was the one who was here wrestling night after night and then going backstage and doing paperwork! There would be no IWF/WOW for you to own if I hadn't held it on my back when Jurkschat was having trouble keeping up! It may be a business to you, but this company has been my LIFE!! Super Scott here made comments he shouldn't have made, and now I'm going o stuff his boot down his throat!! [POP!! Thompson stops pacing, and then looks over DTP.] VP THOMPSON: And then... This man here... "Dreamlover" Trey Porter... his man had the audacity to attack me from behind and give me something he calls a Heartbreaker. [Porter smiles and Thompson walks over in his direction.] VP THOMPSON: Porter, I told Super Scott here that night that unlike Nelson I'd get right back up and fight back. Well, you guys cleared out before I got the chance, but now that you're signed, sealed and delivered. I've got all the time in the world! OA: I'm think I understand what's going on here. JR: Me too, Owen. JA: He can't be serious. He's not thinking what I think he's thinking. OA: I'm almost positive he is. [Thompson gets right in DTP's face.] VP THOMPSON: I've let YOU in here for one reason, Porter... So _I_ can get my hands on YOU!! [MEGA CROWD POP!!] [DTP looks over at Super with a huge grin on his face.] VP THOMPSON: Nelson gave these fans what they wanted by having you appear here tonight, but I'm going to deliver something these fans have dreamed of for years. I spent the vast majority of my career here in the IWF/WOW, and the I/W fans have wondered for years how I'd stack up against one of wrestling's biggest stars. Now they're going to find out, because they're going to see "Dreamlover" Trey Porter against the I/W's first World Heavyweight Champion, the by gawd ANGEL OF DEATH!! [Crowd] "A - O - D!!! D - T - P!!!" "A - O - D!!! D - T - P!!!" "A - O - D!!! D - T - P!!!" JR: This is amazing! The crowd is completely divided! It's the respect for DTP against the admiration for AoD! The unstoppable force and the immovable object just might collide! DTP: [DTP whispers something Scott and then begins to speak] OOH, LA, LA! I can give you an answer right now to that question, Thompson. [DTP walks up to Thompson, gives him a once over up and down, then stares directly into his eyes] DTP: You aren't fit to carry my boots. You see just like every other nickle and dime wanna-be Legend, _YOU_ have made the mistake of thinking that you are on our [points to Super and himself] level. Let me make something very clear to you, Thompson. "Dreamlover" Trey Porter wrestles when he wants and _WHO_ he wants. My lawyer Brian Hackett, Esquire makes sure that particular clause is in every contract I sign. So you will get your match Thompson, but if you want D.......T.........P, you will be doing it on _MY_ terms! [Nelson leans against a corner of the ring, massaging his eyelids, no doubt from the splitting headache this has all caused him. He raises his own microphone and speaks exhaustedly.] NELSON: Dammit, Waaaaade! Don't you _read_ these contracts? Brian Hackett is a Goddamn _schyster_! So help me, Wade ... so help me by _God_ ... [Nelson and Thompson come face to face. Eye to eye. Level height, but Thompson much burlier and much more intimidating.] NELSON: ... you better know what you're doing, and you _better_ know how to get it done. [Tense silence surrounds the eye contact. Until ... ] SUPER SCOTT: Ya know, just like my favorite Eminem song, I gotta admit - I've got a Guilty Conscience here tonight. This just doesn't seem right. JA: What the hell? OA: I wish he'd just shut up. SUPER SCOTT: Let's face facts, there's a lot more going on here than meets the eye. Basically Nellie, despite the fact that you refused to let us in your company, here we are. Signed, sealed, and soon-to-be delivered. So which of the 3 "in's" are you? JR: The three "in's?" What is he talking about? [Nelson turns his head, staring a hole through Super Scott.] SUPER SCOTT: Are you _IN_competant? I mean, Wade did sign us without you ever knowing about it, right? That's a pretty big thing to have happen right under your nose. Or maybe, just maybe, you're _IN_significant. Maybe you just don't have the authority that you pretend to have. Maybe you're just a puppet figure, with no real power. Is that it, Brian? Is that it? JR: What is the third "in?" SUPER SCOTT: Or... or... maybe I shouldn't go any further. And it isn't like me to stir up trouble. [Super smiles] Oh hell, it's pay per view, let's do it. JA: What is this about? SUPER SCOTT - The third "in" Brian... I dunno, maybe I suppose it's possible that you are _IN_-ON-IT. JR: What?!! JA: Whoa. Ya think? JR: That would explain a lot. It does seem a little convenient that he now has Super Scott & DTP, yet it doesn't look like he went out and signed them. JA: True, but Nelson seemed genuinely pissed off at Wade. He wasn't acting there. JR: Open your eyes, Jack. There is more to this little weasel then meets the eye. We've got some conspiracy, I think. There's more going on behind the scenes. SUPER SCOTT - I don't know, are you in on it, Brian? I do know about Courtade and Gremlin's negotiations falling through. Isn't it a little convenient that a week later, me and DTP show up? [Nelson's face hardens.] JR: How in the hell did he know ab... um.. never mind. JA: What? JR: Nothing. JA: Do you see what Super is doing? He's trying to turn everyone against Nelson. That's what this is about. He is isolating Nelson from the rest of the fed.. this is how he operates. I don't know what to make of him, but the guy is a genius. SUPER SCOTT: Incompetant, Insignificant, or In-on-it. Which of the three are you, Brian? Isn't there that old saying, just when you think you got all the answers, we go and change all the questions. Things are always interesting when we're around, aren't they Trey? DTP: GOOD GAWD! NELSON: All of you ... all three ... every sorry ass one ... [Nelson shakes his head, opens his lips, but ... ] (( THUNK-BZZZ!! )) [ ... whips the mic to the ground and storms away.] [DTP and Super Scott exit the ring, chuckling at Wade Thompson who watches them both intensely.] JR: I cannot believe this. OA: We're stuck with 'em! JR: "Dreamlover" Trey Porter and Super Scott ... _officially_ employees of the I Slash thanks to Wade Thompson's lust for revenge. JA: Wade Thompson, whether I like him or not, just SAVED this company! Why can't you see that? JR: =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== OA: This match has all the potential to be a show stealer, guys. With the tag team titles on the line, there will be tables. There will be ladders. There will be chairs. JA: There will most DEFINITELY be blood! JR: Finally we will find a home for the tag team titles. FINALLY they'll be brought down from the roof of the arena and wrapped around the waists of a true pair of warriors. And if the Down South Connection happen to pull it off, there's no excuses from me. They WILL be those warriors. JA: Damn right! There are no excuses tonight! OA: Let's do this! [Four twenty-foot ladders stand in each corner of the safety railing. Two high stacks of folded tables sit on both sides of the aisle. And if you can't find a chair, you don't belong here.] ]====[ IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES ]====[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| DOWN SOUTH CONNECTION vs. INFINITE JUSTICE vs. MEN IN BLACK w/ Gimp & Gate Keeper ]========[ TLC MATCH ]========[ Writer: Nelson FRANCINE: The following contest is a TLC MATCH for the IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!! [POP!! POP!!] FRANCINE: Introducing first ... ["Dixie" begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd begins to cheer loudly, chanting "DIXIE! DIXIE!.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Richmond Virginia, standing 6 feet 1 inch and weighing 225 pounds, here is ... ... J O H N N Y R E V E R E ! ! ! ... "D I X I E" D A V I S W A S H I N G T O N ! ! ! ... ... I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! ["Dixie" Davis Washington and Johnny Revere appear at the top of the ramp and begin to run toward the ring, Davis holding his cowboy hat on with one hand, wearing blue jeans. When they get to the ring side area, they slaps hands with a few fans before Davis throws his hat into the crowd, revealing his long blonde hair. They jumps up onto the apron and shout out a rebel yell before stepping into the ring.] FRANCINE: And their opponents... introducing first... [The eerie instrumental theme of John Carpenter's "Halloween" begins to blare throughout the arena. The crowd pops!] FRANCINE: Coming down the aisle... accompanied to the ring by The Gate Keeper... originally from Parts Unknown but currently residing in Hoboken, New Jersey... standing six foot, one inch and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds... one half of the Men in Black... ... T H I S I S J A Y S O N ! ! ! [The fans let out another loud pop as The Gate Keeper steps out from behind the entrance curtain. He steps to the side as Jayson emerges from behind the certain. The Gate Keeper leads the masked Man in Black down to the ring. Once they reach the ringside area, The Gate Keeper stops Jayson to give him a brief pep talk. Then, Jayson enters the ring, clenching his fists as he stares dead ahead at the Down South Connection and Infinite Justice...] FRANCINE: And his partner... #I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E!# [You guessed it!] OA: What?! Erika Luck is going to be Jayson's partner for the tag team match? JA: Woo! I've got to say new champions, because everyone's going to be too busy drooling those legs! Yowsa! JR: Settle down.. Erika has had a history of serving as a ring announcer for her charges in the past. [Just like at Mayhem, the time the opening guitars of "T-R-O-U-B-L-E" by Travis Tritt begin playing over the loudspeakers as a single golden spotlight focuses on the curtain. Moments later, the curtain parts with that one slender leg, which shakes just a bit to tease the crowd. Following that, the rest of Erika Luck steps out, microphone in hand. She's dressed up again, donning a low-cut red dress that extends all the way down to her ankles, but has a slit up the left side that reaches her thigh. Once again, the lady's pandering to the guys in the crowd.. and they love it! She stops at the top of the ramp.. waving with her fingers towards the ring.] ERIKA LUCK: Hey there, Gatekeeper! I know, I wasn't supposed to be out here.. but I just couldn't help myself. You see.. we ran into a little.. problem. JA: (singing) ...the lady in red, the fellows go crazy for the lady in red.. JR: Clam up, Jack! The face of the TLC match is changing, and you're not letting me hear it! JA: ..who's wants to hear, when we can look? ERIKA LUCK: You see.. I promised that a member of Luck Enterprises -would-be down in that ring to be Jayson's partner in the match. In fact, we had a contract that says exactly that... [Down by the ring, the Gatekeeper pulls out that very contract.. shouting something inaudible up the ramp at Luck.] ERIKA LUCK: Settle down! The problem is, y'see.. he's on a date with a girl he met earlier tonight. It would break my heart to interfere with young love, so I'm not making him come by until his date is done with.. [Now there's a nice heel pop from the MIB fans!] ERIKA LUCK: Shh! Don't be of such little faith! Luck Enterprises -always- keeps it's contracts, and that's why. I would like to introduce to you.. the newest member of the Luck Enterprises family and Jayson's partner until that date is over.. [She trails off and heads back behind the curtain, leaving the audience buzzing in confusion.] JR: Who could it be? One of our rookies? A veteran? Some long-lost superstar as has been the trend in the I-Slash recently? JA: Who cares? Just bring Erika back out here! OA: It's got to be HIM! It's... It's.. [..and, Jack's request is answered as the curtain is pushed open by.. a wheelchair? Yes, it is a wheelchair! Inside the chair is.. a rather worn, but life-sized stuffed training dummy, and behind the chair none other than Lady Luck herself.] OA: It's.. a dummy? ERIKA LUCK: Coming to us straight from the Acme company and coming to the shelves of a toy store near you.. ..M R . T R A I N I N G D U M M Y! ..now, hit the music! [Just to make matters... more... than they already are, Aqua's "Barbie Girl" starts blasting over the speakers as Erika wheels the dummy down to the ring, swaying from side-to-side to the beat of the song as she walks. Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pats the dummy on it's stuffed head, and waves with her fingers at an irate Gatekeeper before sashaying her way back up the ramp.. laughing merrily all the way.] JR: This isn't right! The Gaterkeeper is livid and he has every right to be! The Men in Black have just been SCREWED of any chance they had at the titles by Luck Enterprises! JA: It was a brilliant plan! Erika kept up with the contract, so she's going to get everything she was promised.. or she can sue! FRANCINE: And now ... introducing the CHAMPIONS ... [Crowd] "BOOOOOOO!!" [All of the sudden "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park begins to blare over the PA system in the arena as the fans begin to let out a nice sized heel pop. The lights in the arena now begin to flash from there normal bright white to an almost cold, dark blue.] FRANCINE: Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee and Little Rock, Arkansas ... weighing in at a combined 535 lbs ... they are the IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... ... "T H E E X P E R T" M A T T A L L E N ! ! ! ... "N E W L E G E N D" K E N N E T H M O R L O C K ! ! ! ... They are ... ... T H E D O W N S O U T H C O N N E C T I O N ! ! ! #Forfeit the game Before somebody else Takes you out of the frame# #Puts your name to shame Cover up your face You can't run the race# #The pace is too fast You just can't last# [The entrance ramp itself suddenly becomes taken over by a large cloud of smoke. As the smoke begins to clear after a few moments the crowd lets out a HUGE HEEL POP as none other than both members of Down South Connection, Matt Allen and Kenneth Morlock, are standing there. Both men stand atop the entrance ramp for a few moments soaking in the boo's from the fans. Both men are wearing there normal wrestling attire. Allen with black wrestling tights that read "Expert" down the left and the right leg. He also wears a pair of black boots that read DSC on both boots. Morlock with dark blue leg tights that read "NEW" down the right leg, and "NEW" down the left leg both in white letters. Across the butt of the tights read "LEGEND" in white letters. He wears dark blue wrestling boots with the letters "DSC" on both boots.] #You love the way I look at you# #While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through# #You take away if I give in My life My pride is broken# ["The New Legend" Kenneth Morlock and Matt Allen begin there transcend to the ring as the fans in the arena continue the huge HEEL pop. Morlock and Allen walk right past the fans almost throwing themselves over the railing to get a touch of them, as they both chuckle to themselves and point and smirk-- [HIGHSPOT POP!!!!] JR: GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!! DAVIS WASHINGTON STARTS THE FIGHT WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK INTO THE MATT ALLEN!! [POP!! POP!!] OA: FOLLOWED BY REVERE WITH A PESCADO THROUGH THE ROPES ON MORLOCK!! JA: Look at Jayson hanging back! He's going for a ladder already! [Jayson slingshots over the top rope and heads for a corner of the railing. He slams the legs of the ladder together and lugs it toward the ring.] JA: This match may be over before we know it! JR: Infinite Justice are ALL OVER the Down South Connection! Washington's smothering Matt Allen with some of the most intense right fists I've ever seen! (( CLACK!! )) OA: REVERE SIDE-RUSSIAN LEGSWEEPS MORLOCK INTO THE STACK OF TABLES!! JA: Jayson's setting up the ladder! Hello?? Anyone paying attention to JAYSON!? OA: Revere has Morlock spread across the top of that stack! [Revere climbs onto the stack as well, lifting Morlock into a front facelock.] OA: OH NO ... ... NO ... (( THUD!! )) [BRUTALITY POP!!!] OA: MICHINOKU DRIVER TO THE FLOOR!!! JA: JESUS!! OA: REVERE STANDING BY HIS WORD! SHOWING NO REMORSE FOR THE HEALTH OF HIS OPPONENTS TONIGHT! [In the ring, Jayson has the ladder positioned under the belts.] JA: Take a freaking look! Jayson's halfway up that ladder! He's gonna win this damn thing by himself! He's gonna do it with or without the help of Erika Luck! (( SMACK!! )) (( SMACK!! )) (( SMACK!! )) JR: Davis Washington is pulling tables off the stack and onto Matt Allen! He's burying the Expert under a sheet of plunter! OA: Revere's setting one up! He instructs Washington to set up another! Revere rolls the legally dead Morlock onto his table as Washington does as he's asked a couple of feet away. [Revere applies a standing headscissors on Revere and waistlocks him. Washington finishes and backs away.] ((( CRRRRRACK!!! ))) (( THUD!! )) OA: HOLY GOD!! [Crowd] "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" OA: A JUMPING PILEDRIVER FROM ONE TABLE TO THE OTHER!!! REVERE COULD'VE PARALYZED HIM!! JA: LOOK IN THE RING! LOOK IN THE RING! [Jayson is standing at the top of the ladder, working with one of the belts.] JR: Good night! Jayson's gonna win this thing! OA: Washington and Revere are bringing the Down South Connection to the ring whether they like it or not! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JA: JAYSON'S GOT THE BELT!! JAYSON'S GOT IT!! OH MY GOD, HE DID IT!! [Just after Jayson pulls down one belt, Infinite Justice roll DSC into the ring.] (( DING DING DING )) JR: JAYSON'S DONE IT ALREADY!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! JA: I feel CHEATED! OA: Uh ... gentlemen ... JA: What!? OA: That's the _opening_ bell. JA & JR: Huh?? [In the ring, the referee is seen shouting up to a confused Jayson that he hasn't won.] OA: The Down South Connection never entered the ring until just now. That bell was to signify the official START of this match! JA: You mean ... OA: How else do you explain the smiles on Infinite Justice's face? [Indeed, they grin like the cheshire cat, staring up at Jayson on the ladder as if someone left the birdcage door open. Revere begins to scale one side of the ladder. Washington climbs the side with Jayson at the top.] JR: They're going after Jayson! He's got nowhere to go! JA: But he's clutching that tag title to his chest like it's his! JR: For all we know he may still think it is! We don't know WHAT'S under that black ensemble and mask! He may not even speak English! OA: Revere and Washington are closing in! [The crowd buzzes, and hopping over the railing we see ... ] JR: HERE COMES RILEY O' ROURKE!! OA: It's one half of Realizations of Grandeur! But I thought ... wait, Erika Luck screwed the Men In Black I thought?? JA: Someone get me a black mask! JR: Jack, stop! OA: O'ROURKE SLIDES INTO THE RING! AND HE'S MOTIONING FOR JAYSON TO JUMP! [O'Rourke hops up and down, waving Jayson on. Revere and Washington pause a moment, look down at O'Rourke, then back to Jayson. Jayson raises a hand, waves at both Infinite Justice and LEAPS!] (( BOOM!! )) OA: JAYSON LEAPED TO THE CANVAS!! AND OH MY GOD!! (( CLANG!! )) OA: O'ROURKE DROPKICKED THE LADDER!! [The crowd gasps as the ladder tilts to the side ... Revere and Washington immediately lose their grips ... ] OA: IT'S ALL OVER!! [Crowd] "UUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" [Revere lands straddling the top rope ... Washington should only be so lucky, clearing the ropes entirely and ... ] ((( CLANG!!! ))) [ ... clotheslining himself across the barricade!] [Crowd] "OH - MY - GOD!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!" "OH - MY - GOD!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!" "OH - MY - GOD!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!" JR: ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!! ALL FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES!! JA: I can't believe O'Rourke is here! Erika Luck wasn't messing with the Gatekeeper! She was messing with the other teams! [O'Rourke dashes over to Revere, who's still crotched, and ... ] [POP!!!! POP!!!! POP!!!!] OA: THIS IS UNREAL!! O'ROURKE WITH A TORNADO HURRICANRANA TO THE OUTSIDE!! JR: This is crazy! Kenny Morlock may be permanently out of this match, but Matt Allen is coming after Jayson! [POP!!] JR: Jayson with a scissor sweep! KIPS UP! 360 Legdrop on the back of Allen's head! Jayson grabs the ladder leaning against the ropes! [He pushes the legs together and turns it sideways, carrying over to Allen.] (((( CLANG!!!! )))) JR: HE SPLASHES THE LADDER ONTO MATT ALLEN!! Jayson takes a look at Morlock, and sensing no immediate danger he slips out of the ring. Heading into the aisle, and he grabs a table! Jayson's setting it up! JA: What's that freak got in mind?? What haven't we already seen!? OA: O'Rourke has a chair he just stole from one of our fans in the front row. Someone get that fan some adequate seating! (( BANG!! )) OA: HE _PASTES_ REVERE ACROSS THE BACK!! Drops the chair on the floor! (( CRACK!! )) (( SCRRRRRAPPPE!! )) OA: STANDING LEGDROP BULLDOG INTO THE CHAIR!! JR: Jayson's back on the apron, but he's gotta watch out! Allen's back up, and he's brandishing that ladder! THE EXPERT'S CHARGING JAYSON!! JA: AND THE MAN IN BLACK IS LIKE A DEER IN HEADLIGHTS!! ((( CLANG!! ))) . . . (((( CRRRRRACK!!!! )))) (( THUD!! )) JR: HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!!! GOOD NIGHT!!! HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!!! JA: Allen sent him SOARING off the apron by using the ladder like a battering ram! JR: And now Allen's stablizing the ladder! He's gonna take a stab at getting the belts back! One's already been brought down by Jayson, so Allen's only got half a job to do! The six-ten monster is scaling the rungs! And who can stop him!? Who can bring him down!? OA: _OH_!! Legsweep facebuster onto the chair! O'Rourke dishing out a brand of violence to Johnny Revere that I've just never seen from a man of his size! JR: Davis Washington, bleeding from the mouth after landing across the barricade, is crawling into the ring! He sees Matt Allen climbing that ladder and knows he's the only one ready to deny him! Allen's a third of the way up! That remaining belt is JUST out of his reach! JA: I know you don't often hear this when standing at great heights, but for God's sake, look DOWN, Allen! LOOK _DOWN_! JR: Washington's making his move! He's still trying to shake the cobwebs out as he climbs the the rungs across from Allen! OA: Hold on, Jim! Here comes O'Rourke! He just spotted Allen and Washington from the corner of his eye! He's bringing the chair with him! [O'Rourke dives into the ring and comes to his feet behind Matt Allen.] JR: O'Rourke can't reach Allen from there with that chair! So he's ... he's ... I can't believe this! OA: He's trying to capture Washington's attention! The same man he sent plummeting to the floor, he's trying to offer that chair! [Washington looks down and nods furiously. O'Rourke throws the chair into the air. Washington catches it and immediately cocks it back and swings it around the side of the ladder.] (( BANG!! )) [POP!!!] JR: WASHINGTON NAILS ALLEN RIGHT IN THE HIP!! [Allen cringes and hunches over, grabbing his leg.] (( BANG!! )) JR: _AGAIN_, AND THIS TIME WASHINGTON CATCHES THAT HAND TOO! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN ALLEN'S HAND! OA: O'Rourke reaches up! He's got Allen by the ankle! Pulling, and pulling, hard! (( BANG!! )) JR: WASHINGTON CRACKS HIM AGAIN!! ((( BOOM!! ))) OA: And that takes care of that! Allen is brought back to earth! (( CLANG!! )) OA: O'ROURKE IMMEDIATELY DROPKICKS THE LADDER, TRYING TO TAKE WASHINGTON OUT AGAIN, _BUT WASHINGTON JUMPS OFF_!! (( BOOM!! )) OA: AND FROG SPLASHES O'ROURKE AS HE LANDS FROM THE DROPKICK!! MY GOD WHAT A COUNTER!! [Washington rolls in agony across the ring after ricocheting away. O'Rourke clutches his ribs, where the impact seems it was felt.] JR: Here comes Johnny Revere with a NASTY incision in his forehead! Blood dripping down his face! Matt Allen's back on his feet, hobbling around, AND WATCH OUT! Revere takes him right down with a hook clothesline! JA: Jayson's coming back to his senses, if he had any in the first place, just now pulling himself out of the rubble of that table he went head first through earlier. OA: You're absolutely right, Jack, and it looks like he's heading for another ladder! JR: That's exactly what he's doing! Jayson pulls the ladder across the floor, and leaves it standing near the center of the ring apron. He jerks a chair out from under the timekeeper and heads for the rungs! Jayson's got something sinister in mind! OA: I'm concerned about the condition of Kenneth Morlock. He hasn't moved once since Johnny Revere piledrove him from one table to the other, and brought him to the ring. He's just kind of laying there with his eyes open. Has ANYONE noticed in the back? JR: I have to say, I share your concerns about that one, Owen. Matt Allen's been fighting a one man battle this whole time. Meanwhile, Jayson's standing at the top of his ladder with chair in hand! He raises it above his head, and seems to be scouring the ring for a target! JA: I think he's spotted Washington, who's back is turned! JR: You may be right! JAYSON FLIES! . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> (((( BANG!!!! )))) [Crowd] "UUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!" JR: HE HAMMERS WASHINGTON ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! THAT KNOCKED HIM UNCONSCIOUS!! IT HAD TO!! OA: Jayson may have turned an ankle as he landed! He's dragging himself toward a corner, trying not to be noticed! JA: Yeah, fly through the air and kill someone with a chair! VERY inconspicuous! JR: You've gotta believe all three of these teams entered this match with a gameplan, but once you get out there, everything changes! Nothing is as you thought it would be, and it's hard to stick to ANY kind of strategy! OA: Jayson can't hide from Johnny Revere, who's well aware of what just happened! Jayson sees him coming and pulls himself up as quickly as he can, but it's not in time! REVERE'S ALL OVER HIM!! KICKING HIM BACK TO THE CANVAS!! REVERE'S A HOUSE OF FIRE!! He jerks Jayson from the corner! (( BANG!! )) OA: AND DDT'S HIM INTO THE CHAIR HE JUST USED ON WASHINGTON! He tucks Jayson's shins under his arms and turns his back to the ladder Jayson launched his attack from! SLINGSHOT!! (( CLANG!!! )) OA: JAYSON HITS THE LADDER HEAD FIRST, WHICH THROWS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING! [Luckily, the ladder topples sideways instead of into the crowd.] JR: I am so glad we were relocated. I'd be TERRIFIED sitting next to this chaos! JA: Hah! Momma's boy! [Revere stands between the face down Jayson's legs and waistlocks him. He quickly jerks him into the air, turns around, and drops him face first into the top turnbuckle.] OA: Face first wheelbarrow powerbomb to the turnbuckle! JR: Revere just got spun around, and he finds himself staring into the eyes of Riley O'Rourke! (( BOOM! )) JR: SPINE BOMB!! JA: We've reached a point where it's becoming harder and harder for these men to get back up. To react. To even breath. The tag team titles are taking their toll on these three teams! JR: Riley takes the ladder already in the ring and lays it across the body of Revere! And he grabs Washington! He's placing Dixie on TOP of the ladder! There's a ladder sandwhiched between Infinite Justice! O'Rourke heads to the outside, where he pulls the ladder Jayson set up to a standstill! O'ROURKE IS HEADING UP THAT LADDER! OA: This is NOT gonna be attractive! JR: Riley's reached the top! He takes a deep breath, and he's gonna need it for whatever he's got in mind! JA: Hold on! Matt Allen's making a move on Riley's ladder! JR: The Expert's climbing the ladder from the apron! He's opposing O'Rourke's high risk attempt! O'Rourke's not sure what to do! Allen's grimacing everytime he uses his right leg to push himself up! He takes a swing at O'Rourke, but it's blocked! Riley drills him across the forehead! Again! [Allen's right leg and arm come off the ladder. His eyes look heavy as he tries desperately to swing back around.] OA: Allen's gonna pay for standing in O'Rourke's way! JR: O'Rourke steps to the top rung! He swings a leg around and kicks Allen in the head! (((( BA-BOOM!!! )))) JR: AND THAT TAKES CARE OF THAT!! Riley perches himself at the VERY TOP!! . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> JR: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! . . . . . ((((( CLANGGGGG!!! ))))) (((( BA-BOOM!!!! )))) [Crowd] "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" JR: O'ROURKE HIT IT, BUT HE PAID THAT LADDER'S PRICE!!! WASHINGTON PEELED OUT, BUT REVERE WAS STUCK UNDER THE LADDER!!! OA: Washington immediately peels O'Rourke off the ladder! Reverse fireman's carry! THAT'S A PSYCHO DRIVER!! Washington spots Jayson getting up in the corner! Mad dash! [Crowd] "WWWWWWWHOOOOAAAAA!!!" OA: JAYSON BACK BODY DROPS HIM OVER THE CORNER!! TO THE ARENA FLOOR!! JR: There's no padding down there! It's just bare cement! OA: Oh ... my ... God ... look at Kenneth Morlock! JR: HE'S STANDING!! [Is that a FACE POP!?!] JA: HE'S OKAY!! JR: I wouldn't go that far! He's meeting considerable resistance from his body as he tries to stand, but look at the fire in his eyes! Look at the saliva dripping down his chin like a rabid dog! Hand it to the "New Legend"! He's DETERMINED! [Morlock hobbles toward the ladder with Revere beneath it, rubbing the back of his neck. He gingerly pulls the ladder off of Johnny's body, but not without wincing a few times.] JA: Morlock wants revenge! Revere couldn't ended his career with that piledriver stunt! JR: You can see it in his eyes! Morlock's craving retribution! He pulls Revere up slowly ... locks his arms behind his back ... [FINISHER POP!!!] JR: _LOCK DOWN_!!! JA: How's he even STANDING, let alone pulling off finishers!? JR: That's why he's a tag team champion! JA: Nice to hear you finally admit it! JR: It looks like that may be all he has! Morlock's not even making an attemp to get up, but there he and Revere lie, right in the center of the ring! OA: Jayson and Riley O'Rourke look to be regrouping their makeshift team. They're talking something over in the corner as O'Rourke tries to recover from that psycho driver. And they're making a move. They're pulling Morlock off the canvas! JR: No! Don't do that! Don't move him! OA: Jayson hoists Morlock onto his shoulders as O'Rourke climbs to the top turnbuckle! [Jayson positions Morlock near the ropes.] OA: O'ROURKE WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!! MORLOCK FALLS FROM JAYSON'S SHOULDERS TO THE OUTSIDE!!! JR: THAT'S NOT RIGHT!! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!! [The crowd is letting them hear it for doing that to a possibly severely injured man.] OA: Now they're setting up the ladder! Jayson's now lifting O'Rourke onto his shoulders and climbing the rungs! JA: Smart move! They're gonna cover much greater territory like this! JR: Heads up, guys! Here comes Matt Allen, introducing the THIRD ladder we've seen in this match! And he's setting it up right next to Jayson and Riley's! OA: They see this too, and O'Rourke's screaming at Jayson to pick up the speed! Not sure that he can though, as O'Rourke ways a mere one-seventy-two, but one-seventy-two is _still_ one-seventy-two, especially when you're exhausted like Jayson HAS to be! JR: Allen's climbing his ladder on the opposite side! He's hoping to meet them at the top! He's getting there! JA: Come on, Expert! Save your titles! OA: I just hope-- # VIVAAAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS!!! # JR: What in God's name!? # VIVAAAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS!!! # OA: Where's that coming from?? JA: No idea, but Matt Allen picked up steam, and he now has O'Rourke by the throat! JR: OH MY GOD!! LOOK!! ABOVE THE RING!! [A huge white parachute opens high above the ring. Attatched to it? You guessed it ... an Elvis impersonater.] JA: No way! THAT'S ELVIS! OA: No, that's not Elvis, but the important thing is that he THINKS he is! Gentlemen, THAT'S _THE GIMP_!! [The Gimp descends slowly to the ring, steering his parachute in hopes of disrupting Matt Allen's game, all while"Viva Las Vegas" plays over the PA. And the crowd? Going WILD!] JA: SOMEONE SHOOT HIM! JR: HE'S HAVING TROUBLE STEERING! HE'S GONNA ... . . . . . JR: HE'S GONNA .. . . . . . JR: OH NO!! . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> ((((( FWWWWOOOSSSSHHHH!!! ))))) (((( CLANG!!! ))) (((( THUD!!! )))) OA: WIPEOUT!! JR: THE GIMP TAKES OUT _EVERYONE_!! [As the Gimp collides with Allen and his ladder, he forgot to take into account his parachute, which now engulfs two ladders, Matt Allen, Jayson, Riley O'Rourke, Johnny Revere, and himself.] [Crowd] "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!" JR: IT'S PANDAMONIUM!! THE GIMP'S PLAN MAY HAVE BACKFIRED!! OA: Here comes a groggy Davis Washington! It's up to Dixie! It's up to him to win the tag team titles for his team RIGHT THIS MINUTE! If he can't do it now, it's hopeless! JR: Davis is slowly pushing the FOURTH ladder under the bottom rope! [Crowd] "DI-XIE!!!!! DI-XIE!!!!!" "DI-XIE!!!!! DI-XIE!!!!!" "DI-XIE!!!!! DI-XIE!!!!!" "DI-XIE!!!!! DI-XIE!!!!!" "DI-XIE!!!!! DI-XIE!!!!!" [The support seems to give him strength, as Dixie angrily spits a wad of blood, then splits the legs of the ladder, erects it, and points toward the belt in the sky.] JR: DIXIE'S GONNA DO IT!! [The parachute bubbles violently as everyone trapped beneath frantically tries to escape.] JR: He's on his way! Dixie's climbing up the-- [Suddenly, a high pitched scream rings out. The camera cuts to the commotion, and we see a young girl behind the barricade where the dummy in the wheelchair sits, terrified. But why?] OA: OH MY GOD! THAT DUMMY IS UP!! IT JUST STOOD UP!! [The dummy reaches up and pulls it's mask away to reveal ... ] JR: THAT'S NO DUMMY!! THAT'S NEAL O'ROURKE!! RILEY'S BROTHER!! JA: SWEET GENTLE JESUS THIS IS BRILLIANT!! OA: Neal dives into the ring!! He's heading up the ladder!! He's gonna cut Dixie off!! [As Dixie tries to reach the belt from the lowest possible rung, Neal O'Rourke covers a lot of territory, being that he's fresh.] OA: O'Rourke meets him at the top! I don't think Dixie even knew he was coming! O'ROURKE BLASTS HIM WITH A RIGHT! DIXIE'S GONNA FALL!! HE'S GONNA--NO!! HE GRABS THE METAL HOOP THE BELT IS ON TO KEEP HIS BALANCE! HE FIRES RIGHT BACK AT NEAL O'ROURKE!! TALK ABOUT DRAMA!! TALK ABOUT EDGE OF YOUR SEAT!! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!! JA: COME ON, NEAL!! JUST SHOVE HIM OFF!! JUST SHOVE HIM, DAMMIT!! [POP!!! POP!!!] JR: GUYS!! KENNETH MORLOCK JUST ROLLED INTO THE RING!! OA: My God! How much fight does he have left!? JR: He's staggering toward the ladder, right behind Washington! He's lost! I think Morlock is just wandering aimlessly! ((( CLING!! ))) OA: WASHINGTON BASHES O'ROURKE'S HEAD INTO THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! JR: MORLOCK JUST FELL INTO THE LADDER!!! [TIMBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!] [O'Rourke and Dixie both reach high for the belt, in one last ditch attempt as the ladder topples ... ] . . . . . ((((( CLANG!!!! ))))) . . . ((( BA-BOOM!!! ))) . . . . . . . . . . (( DING DING DING )) JR: NEW CHAMPIONS!!! NEW CHAMPIONS!!! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!! OA: AMAZING!! AMAZING!! I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IT!! FRANCINE: The winners of this match ... and _NEWWWWW_ IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... ... ["Dixie" plays over the PA.] ... I N F I N I T E J U S T I C E ! ! ! ! ! [__HEEEEEYUGE POP__!!!!!] JR: Dixie grabbed the belt from the rung and brought it down as the ladder toppled foward! Infinite Justice are the brand new tag team champions of the world! JA: That damn Gimp! He screwed it ALL up! For Realizations of Grandeur! For Down South Connection! OA: For Jayson! JA: Who CARES about Jayson!? JR: Congratulations to Inifinite Justice! FINALLY claiming what should've been theirs at Egos & Icons! Folks, we're gonna try and get this mess cleaned up before the unifcation match, but while we do, take a look at this. =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== [As the opening ivories of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses are tickled, we see a light gray sky filled with gentle slivers of rain. Narrated by a deep, commanding voice.] V/O: They are few ... [Crisp, autumn colored leaves begin to drift from the top of the screen to the bottom.] V/O: ... far between. [As more leaves descend, we begin to discern moving, ghostly images attatched to a few of them. Derrick DaMann with the IWF/WOW world title draping his shoulder, speaking into the camera. AJ Stanson calmly walking the aisle.] V/O: They are not born of this world ... [A leaf with the Angel of Death hitting Death From Above, in his masked days, floats down the screen. Another shows Cooper Concrete winning his second world title.] V/O: ... of a mother's blood and tears ... [Two more sink. One gives us Hightower, pinning "Epic" Eric Travers in the seventh and deciding world title series. Another, RRJ slugging it out with Hades.] V/O: ... but in the hearts of the bold ... [Another leaf, showing "Dreamlover" Trey Porter falling from the support beam of a small arena in a desperate, miraculous, and successful attempt to pry the EWA world title from a metal hoop above the ring. One more gently follows, carrying seamlessly blended footage of Christopher Stonebreaker.] V/O: ... the courageous ... [The following leaf bears the red soaked face of "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock, ripe with intensity, on his knees, waving his opponent forward.] V/O: ... and sometimes, the merciless. [Two more drift, presenting Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines, shredding the air around him with a chainsaw as he towers over and unidentified figure. We also notice "Epic" Eric Travers inside a cage, devastating Billy Rock with the infamous "shoot" chair shot.] V/O: Born in one heart ... [The last image is that of Chris Jurkschat.] V/O: ... alive in many. [Suddenly, we follow this one ... across the sky, which begins to cast images of it's own ... ] V/O: And only one word can sustain them. _LEGEND_ [We see far more modern images of "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy ... Justin Arcola ... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis ... ] V/O: Soon ... another will search his heart. [ ... Maverick ... Matthew Reason ... ] V/O: Another will nurture the legacy. [ ..."Headliner" Shane St. Clair ... Johnny Revere & Davis Washington ... "Sassy" Sammy Griffin ... ] V/O: Because nothing lasts forever ... [ ... "Jester" Chad Allen ... "Sunshine Kid" Mack Ensassarol ... ] V/O: ... in the cold ... [We plummet to the wet pavement, as we watch the leaves bearing the legends being hammered by the thickening rain ... ] V/O: ... November ... [... and coming apart.] V/O: _Pain_. [The screen fades to black. Then we read in orange gothic font ... ] THIS NOVEMBER ... ... A LEGEND WILL BE BORN. THE I SLASH PRESENTS ... NOVEMBER PAIN '02: Legends of the Fall [Fade] JR: We're back! And ladies and gentlemen, we're just about set for one of the rarest of all matches in the I/W, a Unification Match! OA: The North American Championship has a lot of history behind it; it's historically been a steeping stone for some of the greats in this federation. The current champion, "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy, is no exception. Since winning that championship back at End of the World, he's launched himself right into main event status. JR: But after tonight, that championship will be no more. It is being unified with the Intercontinental Title in what will be a two-out-of-three falls affair. JA: The winner walks away with both belts; the loser...he walks away with _nothing_! JR: We're all set to go; this should be an outstanding affair! Let's hear from Maverick, then head down to ringside! (Scene opens up to the back hallways. On his way to the ring is none other than the Intercontinental Champion. Flanked on his right is Eric Travers. On his left is Nate McMannis. Both men are chatting with Mav as he shakes his arms, appearing to be working out the muscles. Anthony Edward's steps into view.) AE: I thought you guys were going to win these matches on your own. So if that's the case, why are Nate McMannis and Eric Travers accompanying the Intercontinental Champion to the ring? Maverick: Tony, does this look like the ring to you? I havent even made it to the curtain and already you cast suspicion and doubt on the integrity of the Trifecta. Now shut up and listen. (Mav looks at Travers, then McMannis, then back at Edward's.) Maverick: These guys are my teammates. And they know as well as I that Paul Kiljoy has many tricks up that ass of his. We just wanted to make sure one of them wasn't going to happen before I reached the ring. (Maverick grabs Tony by the collar and looks him in the eyes.) Maverick: Understand pinhead? (Edward's feeling uncomfortable by the situation answers with a nod. Maverick lets go and adjusts Tony's collar and brushes his shirt back into place for him.) AE: Now that we have that little incident out of the way. Maverick: Did I say you could speak? I told you to shut up and listen. (Maverick goes to grab Edward's again but this time Tony retreats a few steps as Mav starts to laugh. He then looks into the camera with a stern look upon his face.) Mav: Kiljoy, that stunt you pulled at that Gay Bar of yours was just that, a stunt. You didn't come close to finishing the job, something all those ladies keep complaining about. Paul, tonight we are set to go three rounds to see who will move forward as the Intercontinental Champion. I am the champion. I am the man that took Trevor Storm the distance in a strap match. I am the man that shocked the world when I joined the most elite group in wrestling. Kiljoy, your time is up. The powers that be have requested that once and for all, your ass of tricks be taken care of, and they have asked me to the be the man that does just that. Once I step into that ring with you, there is no place to go. Nowhere to hide. Nothing for you to do but hit me with all you got. And once your final trick has come out of that ass of yours, and your fingers are brown from trying over and over again to take me down, you can be rest assured of one thing. (Maverick looks at Nate, then at Eric, then back to the camera.) I am going to look you in the eyes and ask you one question. Is that all you got? (Maverick takes a deep breath and lets it out as he finishes.) I'll take your best shot! (Nate and Eric slap Mav on the back as Maverick disappears off camera and they head back to the locker room.) ]=====[ IWF/WOW NA/IC TITLE UNIFICATION ]=====[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| MAVERICK vs. "LEGACY" PAUL KILJOY ]=======[ 2 OUT OF 3 FALLS ]=======[ Writer: Matt W. FRANCINE: The following contest, scheduled for the best two out of three falls, is a UNIFICATION MATCH!!! [POP!] JR: We don't get to see very many of these! JA: With good reason, Jim. Here in the I-Slash, our titles _mean_ something! It's as big a deal when one is discontinued as it is when one is created. FRANCINE: The first man to score two falls will be the Unified Intercontinental Champion! Introducing first... # # # WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! # # # ["Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd rises in unison to their feet, some die-hards popping like maniacs and jumping up and down] # I don't want you and I don't need you # # don't bother to resist, I'll beat you # # it's not your fault that you're always wrong # # the weak ones are there to justify the strong # FRANCINE: ... from Boston, Massachusetts, standing six foot three inches and weighing two hundred, forty-four pounds, he is your champion of champions, your idol of idols, he is the master of the Ass of Tricks and IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION ... ... "L E G A C Y" P A U L K I L J O Y ! ! ! # # # THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! # # # # # # THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! # # # # # # WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! # # # # hey you, what do you see? # # something beautiful, something free? # # hey you, are you trying to be mean? # # if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean # # # # THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! # # # # # # THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! # # # [Paul emerges from the curtains hands raised, index fingers extended. He turns his back to the crowd, revealing a diamond-studded robe with the word 'LEGACY' drawn out in stones. He follows the motion with a huge bow, extending low to the ground with his leg arching backward. He leans against the railing, the fans scooping up his aura and getting a chance to feel the champ. He flicks his tongue and makes it to the ring apron in a single bound. Acknowledging the die-hards, he shoots a grin to the sprawls of people] [Upon entering the ring, Paul moves to the turnbuckle and thrusts his legs up on the ropes, surveying the scene in a relaxed state] JA: Kiljoy has bulked up for this affair, but I'm not sure that's a good idea! There's almost no man on _Earth_ who can stand toe-to-toe with that human bulldozer, Maverick! OA: Kiljoy may have been better served to try and go the other way, slimming down and working on his speed and agility. JA: I just _said_ that! #### YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE #### (Thousand Foot Krutch's cover of "Unbelievable" starts. The lights fade to black and green laser lights fill the entrance as Maverick steps out from behind the curtain, backwards, arms outstretched.) FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Grosse Pointe, Michigan standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 350 pounds, here is the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION ... ... M A V E R I C K ! ! ! JR: Here comes the Intercontinental Champion. OA: But the question is can he take two of three from Paul Kiljoy. (As he reaches the edge of the platform, he flips his head back, the lights come up, and pyro's explode in a chorus of gold and green behind him. He looks into the ring, puts his hands on his hips, and for the first time, we see the Intercontinental Championship. Dressed in his leather jacket, denim shorts, and black and white Trifecta T-Shirt, he removes his hands from his hips, points to the ring, then starts the walk.) JR: Seems as though Maverick is making sure his intentions are known. Paul Kiljoy is enemy number one tonight. (He ignores the fans, even shoving their hands out to the way as he passes by. As Maverick reaches the ring, he slaps his hands on the apron trying to instill a little nervousness into Paul Kiljoy. Maverick moves towards the steps and walks up, steps through the ring ropes, the settles in a corner. He removes his jacket and drops it over the top rope.) OA: Maverick removing his jacket, and he looks like he is ready to fight. His fists are heavily taped. JA: If you are going to shed blood, why get it on your hands? Maverick is going to rearrange Paul Kiljoy's body parts. JR: WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES KILJOY! HE ATTACKS! [POP!] (( DING DING DING )) OA: There's the opening bell! The first fall of our unification match is underway! JR: Kiljoy backing Maverick into the corner...climbs up to the second turnbuckle...AND HE'S RAINING PUNCHES DOWN ON MAVERICK! Crowd: 1-2-3-4- JR: NO! Maverick shoves Kiljoy back down to the canvas! But Kiljoy gets right back up! Once again on the second turnbuckle! Crowd: 1-2-3-4- JR: AND MAVERICK SHOVES HIM OFF AGAIN! OA: Kiljoy's pugnacious! He's like a rabid pit bull; he might be giving up over 100 pounds here, but don't tell _him_ that! JR: Kiljoy on the attack again...FLIES AT MAVERICK! JA: Look at _that_! JR: Maverick caught Kiljoy in mid air...AND _FLATTENS_ HIM WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SLAM!!! JA: HA HA! JR: And that will stop any momentum Kiljoy had right in its tracks. OA: Kiljoy's gonna need to try something different. We've mentioned it all week; Kiljoy cannot match power with Maverick! There's almost no one in this federation who can! But if he's smart; if he can stick and move, if he can eliminate Maverick's vertical base, he can make that size and power a liability. JR: Maverick trying to clear the cobwebs from that blitzkreig assault that Kiljoy opened up with. He picks up Kiljoy...lokcs him in a front facelock...._HIGH_ VERTICAL SUPLEX!!! Kiljoy got _drilled_ into the mat! Maverick now scooping up Kiljoy...FALLAWAY SLAM!!! JA: This is the type of match that Maverick needs to wrestle! He has to slowly and methodically wear down Paul Kiljoy. As long as Maverick dictates the pace, Kiljoy will be easy pickings! JR: Maverick now slowly into the ropes...AND DROPS A BIG KNEE ACROSS THE CHEST OF KILJOY! Here's the first cover of the match! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . NO! Kiljoy kicks out after 2! OA: Kiljoy will always fight until he can't fight any more! He'll never lay down! JA: I promise you, kid. Maverick's got no problem knocking this young punk unconscious if that's what it takes! JR: Maverick once again setting up...MILITARY PRESS!!! JA: WHAT _POWER_! JR: The big man has Kiljoy nine feet in the air...WAIT! KILJOY RAKES THE FACE OF MAVERICK! Kiljoy lands on his feet...a go-behind on Maverick...waist lock...Kiljoy going for a roll-up off the ropes! NO! Maverick held on...but Kiljoy quickly somersaults to his feet...Maverick spins around... [POP!] JR: AND KILJOY SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A DROPKICK TO THE FACE!!! Great presence of mind by Kiljoy! Maverick on the outside... OA: Where he will not be safe... JR: HERE COMES KILJOY!!! . . . . . Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! OA: OH MY GOD!!! JR: KILJOY OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CORKSCREW PISCADO DIVE!!! HE NEVER EVEN _TOUCHED_ THE TOP ROPE!!! JA: You take high risks with a man the size and caliber of Maverick and you're gonna end up eating it sooner or later! OA: Kiljoy has to take risks here; he either walks out of here with a new championship under his belt or he walk out of here with nothing! [Kiljoy makes it to his feet and plays up to the crowd. They respond in kind.] JR: These people are solidly behind Kiljoy! Kiljoy's got Maverick up...Irish whip...MAVERICK REVERSES! OA: Look at this! JR: KILJOY HURDLES THE STEEL STEPS...AVOIDS THE IMPACT...LEAPS UP ON THE GUARDRAIL... Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! JA: WOW! JR: MAVERICK _PITCHES_ KILJOY RIGHT INTO THE CROWD!!! OA: And there's nothing but concrete out there! JR: And here goes Maverick now...following Kiljoy out into the audience... JA: What happens if they both get counted out? Would it be one fall apiece? JR: As is my understanding of the rules, double falls are not scored. And here's your answer...Miguel Hernandez is following these two men out into the audience, imploring them to get back into the ring. Maverick just slugging away on Paul Kiljoy...this is not where Kiljoy wants to be... [POP!] JR: BUT WAIT! KILJOY WITH A MULE KICK LOW BLOW! THE REF DIDN'T SEE IT! OA: Kiljoy's got a brewski! * SMACK * [POP!] JR: PAUL KILJOY DOUSES A FULL GLASS OF BEER RIGHT IN THE EYES OF MAVERICK! JA: That drink cost that poor fan $7! Kiljoy better have a couple ones in his tights! OA: I think Kiljoy deals in American currency; all he owes that guy is 50 cents! JA: Har har... JR: Kiljoy now...taking the fight to Maverick...they're headed back towards ringside. JA (dry): What a novel idea; wrestle in the ring... JR: Kiljoy tosses Maverick over the guardrail...it looks like Maverick is headed back to the ring on hs own power...he slides in under the bottom rope...here comes Kiljoy...up to the apron...CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE! JA: Maverick! Watch out! JR: KILJOY _SCORES_ WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!! HERE'S THE COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . NO!!! MAVERICK KICKED OUT JUST IN TIME! OA: This first fall has been back and forth; much more evenly balanced than a lot of people -- including _you_, Jack -- thought it would be. JA: Please! If you're scoring this match on points right now, Maverick's _way_ ahead! JR: Nonetheless, it's Kiljoy in control at the moment...sets up Maverick...whips him into the ropes...URAKEN!!! NO! MAVERICK DUCKED! MAVERICK WITH A SIDE KICK! KILJOY INTO THE ROPES... OA: OH NO! JA: HA HA! JR: Kiljoy is caught! His arms are locked in between the second and top ropes! HE CAN'T MOVE! OA: UNTIE HIM, HERNANDEZ! JA: Don't worry...Maverick will get him out. JR: Maverick stalking Kiljoy...Kiljoy's defenseless...MAVERICK WITH A STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE!!! IT DOESN'T GET ANY MORE BRUTAL THAN THAT! Kiljoy is wide open...ANOTHER RIGHT HAND! AND A LEFT! UPPERCUT TO THE RIBS! RIGHT CROSS! LEFT HOOK! And now... [As the last shot loosens Kiljoy free of the ropes, Maverick does a little shuffle in the ring, throwing some imaginary Fred Sanford-style jabs into the air.] JA: OH YEAH! Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee, Maverick! OA: Kiljoy just got brutalized by two of the most massive and hard-hitting hands in this company! He may have some internal injuries after that assault! JA: He'll be lucky if that's _all_ he's got after Maverick went medieval on him! JR: Maverick with Kiljoy... sends him into the ropes... Kiljoy ducks the clothesline! Back again... KILJOY WITH A THESZ PRESS! NO! MAVERICK CAUGHT HIM AGAIN! Maverick looking for a hotshot... NO! WAIT! *** BOOM *** Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! OA: CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!? [Kiljoy, sitting on Maverick's shoulders, unexpectedly threw his weight forward and came down over top of Maverick's back. Amazingly, he hooked the waist of Maverick on the way down and used Maverick's momentum to actually turn it into a sunset flip powerbomb!] JR: A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB FROM A _STANDING POSITION_!!! OA: And that was entirely Maverick's immense frame doing all the work! Once he started moving backwards, Kiljoy just used Maverick's own weight to flip him! What a great display of technical skill from Kiljoy! JR: Kiljoy has adapted to this mismatch in size very admirably...HERE'S ANOTHER COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . NO!!! MAVERICK KICKED OUT AGAIN! OA: What's it gonna take to keep the big man down? JA: More than Kiljoy's got in his arsenal; _that's_ for sure! JR: Kiljoy into the ropes...LIONSAULT ON THE PRONE MAVERICK!!! ANOTHER COVER...THIS COULD BE ALL! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . NO! _ANOTHER_ KICK-OUT! JA: You might slow Maverick down, but to stop him you'd need nothing short of a Mack Truck! JR: Kiljoy with Maverick...whips him into the ropes...HURRICAN -- NO!!! *** BOOM *** Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! JR: _BRUTAL_ JACKNIFE POWERBOMB BY MAVERICK!!! Maverick not going for the pin...picks up Kiljoy...hoists him up on his shoulder...Maverick headed for the corner...HE'S CARRYING KILJOY UP THE TURNBUCKLE! JA: It could be time for Ground Zero! OA: If Maverick hits this move, you can bet that it'll be over! JR: Wait! Kiljoy is stirring! HE CLAPS THE EARS OF MAVERICK! Maverick is dazed! KILJOY WITH A SHOT TO THE THROAT! Maverick is stunned! Kiljoy...HOOKS THE ARM AND LEG OF MAVERICK! OA: Are we gonna see the Birthright? JA: No way...there's no chance of Kiljoy getting Maverick over his head! That's 350 pounds of dead weight! JR: Kiljoy lifts...can he? No...he can't do it... . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> *** KA-BOOM!!! *** OA: YES HE CAN!!! JR: MY GOD, KILJOY HIT THE BIRTHRIGHT!!! HE SPIKED MAVERICK RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!!! THE COVER! THE COUNT! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! *** DING DING DING *** FRANCINE: THE WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL... "LEGACY"....PAUL...._KILJOY_!!! JR: KILJOY STRIKES FIRST!!! HE PICKS UP THE FIRST FALL! OA: And from the looks of things, all he has to do is roll back on top of Maverick and he can pick up a second! Maverick landed with all his body weight right on his head! JA: Yeah, but Kiljoy's too spent from delivering the Birthright! He can't follow up! JR: We are essentially back at Square One here, with Kiljoy and Maverick both struggling to get back up! But it's Kiljoy who is the first man to his feet! A scoop and a slam on Maverick! Kiljoy into the ropes...ROLLING SENTON SPLASH! A QUICK COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . NO! Maverick kicks out! OA: Kiljoy has scored a great deal of near-falls in this match, _much_ more so than Maverick! Everyone who predicted a Maverick squash coming in here may want to reexamine their predictions! JA: Kiljoy's been lucky so far! Maverick's a clutch player, he'll come alive as this match progresses. JR: Kiljoy out to the apron...he's climbing to the top rope... JA: He's taking a lot of time to get up there! JR: Kiljoy measuring Maverick...HE LEAPS! . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . AND _MISSES_ THE TUMBLEWEED LEGDROP!!! MAVERICK GOT OUT OF THE WAY AND KILJOY HIT THE MAT _HARD_! JA: This is Maverick's opportunity! Kiljoy has used up whatever momentum he had! Now the pendulum will start to swing! JR: Maverick slowly but surely getting to his feet...he whips Kiljoy into the ropes...POWERSLAM!!! NICE ROTATION! Here's a cover by Maverick... 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . AND KILJOY KICKS OUT! JA: Maverick has to keep the match at this pace! Kiljoy can't take too many more of these power moves! JR: Maverick again setting Kiljoy up...what are we gonna see here? LEAPING PILEDRIVER!!! OA: That was some deep impact there! Kiljoy bounced at least two feet in the air! JR: Maverick going for another cover! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . KILJOY JUST _BARELY_ KICKS OUT! OA: Now _Maverick's_ gotta be thinking, what's it gonna take to put this man away? JR: Maverick with another Irish whip...Kiljoy ducks an elbow...back again... Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! JR: MAVERICK GOT OUT OF THE WAY OF KILJOY'S FLYING FOREARM AND KILJOY INADVERTENTLY HIT REFEREE MIGUEL HERNANDEZ RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! OA: HERNANDEZ IS DOWN! HE'S NOT MOVING! JR: Maverick from behind Kiljoy...GERMAN SUPLEX!!! BUT THERE'S NO REFEREE TO MAKE THE COUNT! JA: That idiot Kiljoy! He should be disqualified and his belt handed over to Maverick! OA: That is _not_ the way we decide titles here, and besides, it was an accident! JA: The hell it was! [Maverick, seeing the referee face down on the mat, heads to the outside.] OA: What's Maverick doing here? JR: HE'S GETTING THE TIMEKEEPER'S CHAIR!!! JA: OH YEAH! He's gonna wipe Kiljoy off the face of the Earth! JR: Maverick back into the ring...he's waiting...he's measuring Kiljoy... *** KEEEEE-RRAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!! *** OA: MY _GOD_, WHAT A BRUTAL CHAIRSHOT!!! KILJOY IS KNOCKED OUT!!! JR: HERNANDEZ IS BEGINNING TO STIR! MAVERICK'S MAKING THE COVER! OA: NO!!! DON'T LET IT END LIKE THIS!!! THIS IS UNFAIR!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9999 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3-NO!!! JA: WHAT?!? OA: HE KICKED OUT!!! JR: SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, KILJOY GOT HIS SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!!! MAVERICK CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! JA: NEITHER CAN I! THAT WAS A _THREE COUNT_!!! JR: Wait a minute! Maverick's picking up that chair again! Hernandez is still struggling to get up... *** KEEEEE-RRAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!! *** OA: OH MY GOD!!! MAVERICK JUST LEVELED HERNANDEZ WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR RIGHT IN THE SPINE! HERNANDEZ NEVER SAW IT COMING, AND THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR! JA: Hernandez oughta do a better job staying out of the way of errant wrestlers! He's a former wrestler himself; he should know the ins and outs of that ring! OA: WILL YOU STOP IT? MAVERICK INTENTIONALLY HIT AN I/W OFFICIAL WITH A CHAIR! JR: Maverick now...laying that chair down in the center of the ring...what are we gonna see here? He's hoisting Kiljoy up on his shoulder...Kiljoy's in a bad way! JA: I KNOW WHAT WE'RE GONNA SEE! GROUND ZERO ON THAT STEEL CHAIR! JR: That would be _heinous_! But it looks like it's gonna happen! Maverick inching his way up those turnbuckles...NO WAIT! KILJOY'S COME ALIVE AGAIN! FIRING BACK AND FORTH WITH RIGHTS...HE CROTCHES MAVERICK ON THE TOP ROPE! Kiljoy dragging Maverick down into the corner... [Kiljoy takes a few steps back and smiles at the crowd, who suddenly pops big as Kiljoy thrusts his batch at the downed Maverick.] Kiljoy: COOOOCCCCKKKK-GOOOOOOOOBBBLLLLLIIIIIIIINNN!!!!! JR: THERE IT IS! THE BIGGEST DAMN COCKGOBLIN WE'VE EVER SEEN! AND I JUST _SAID_ THAT! JA: Wait a minute! Now Kiljoy's getting that chair! [Kiljoy pounds the mat with the chair as Hernandez rolls over in his direction.] JR: Kiljoy's locked and loaded! He's ready to take Maverick's head off! *** DING DING DING *** OA: WHAT?!? JR: We've got a bell here; I don't know why... FRANCINE: The winner of this fall, as a result of a disqualification... . . . . . MAVERICK!!! [MASSIVE HEAT!] OA: OH, COME ON!!! JR: Miguel Hernandez saw Kiljoy with the chair in his hands; he must have assumed that it was Kiljoy that hit him with it! OA: Kiljoy got screwed out of the second fall! JA: Oh please. You've never been in that ring; Ambrose. If you get hit from behind with a chair, then you look up and see someone holding that chair, using it to his advantage, you've gotta put two and two together! Especially in a match with this much at stake! JR: Kiljoy is furious, and rightfully so! OA: The next man to score a fall will walk away with the new unified Intercontinental Championship! JR: AND MAVERICK JUST _EXPLODED_ OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A HOOKING CLOTHESLINE! JA: The third and final fall has begun! JR: Maverick hooking the arms of Kiljoy...WHIPS HIM OVER WITH A TIGER BOMB!!! THE COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . NO! A KICK-OUT BY KILJOY! JA: Won't take too many more of those shots though. JR: Maverick with an Irish whip...Kiljoy reverses...Kiljoy leapfrogs over Maverick... Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! JR: BUT NEARLY GETS CUT IN HALF BY A SPEAR!!! MAVERICK WITH ANOTHER COVER! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . AND KILJOY KICKS OUT _AGAIN_! OA: Maverick is visibly frustrated! He just can't seem to pull the trigger! JR: Maverick going to the outside now... OA: He'd better be careful not to get himself counted out! JR: Maverick hunting under the ring for something...he's pulling out... JA: A LADDER!!! OA: Now this is _stupid_! He's gonna get himself disqualified and lose his IC title! JR: Maverick...that ladder is HUGE! He's _still_ doesn't have it all the way out! It's at least 20 feet high! JA: That's one of those painter's ladders! JR: WAIT A MINUTE! KILJOY IS BACK UP! MAVERICK DOESN'T SEE HIM YET! Crowd: UUUHHHHWWWAAAAHHH!!!!! JR: MY GOD!!! KILJOY WITH A MANIACAL MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!! MAVERICK GOT FLATTENED BETWEEN KILJOY, THE LADDER, AND THE FLOOR!!! Crowd: I-SLASH!!! I-SLASH!!! I-SLASH!!! I-SLASH!!! I-SLASH!!! JA: Kiljoy did just as much damage to himself! JR: Kiljoy fighting through the pain...he rolls Maverick into the ring! And Kiljoy is bringing that ladder in with him! JA: What's he thinking? JR: Hernandez is admonishing Kiljoy, but until Kiljoy uses that ladder against Maverick, he can't be disqualified! Kiljoy...IS SETTING UP THAT LADDER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! OA: MAVERICK STILL HASN'T MOVED! JR: KILJOY ASCENDING THE LADDER! HE'S HIGH ATOP THAT 20-FOOT LADDER, STARING DOWN AT THE PRONE MAVERICK! OA: ARE WE GONNA SEE THE DESTINY 2002 FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER? JR: MY GOD, THAT WOULD BE THE ULTIMATE EXCLAMATION POINT! KILJOY...HE'S... JA: WHAT?!? [Flashbulbs erupt and the females in the audience go crazy as Kiljoy steps down to the second rung and begins to gyrate his hips and loosen the string on his tights.] JR: KILJOY IS GOING TO DISROBE!!! OA: WE'RE ABOUT TO GET X-RATED!!! JA: KILJOY CAN'T DO THIS! WE HAVE _SPONSORS_! Voice (over the PA): STOP!!! JR: What? OA: Who's that? Voice: STOP RIGHT THERE, PAUL! [Kiljoy looks angrily towards the entranceway as the new owner of the I/W, Brian Nelson, steps out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand.] OA: It's Brian Nelson! NELSON: Paul, I don't care what kind of sick nudist fetish you've got, you _don't_ bring it into my ring, understand? I am _not_ going to have every special interest group up my ass boycotting our sponsors because of you! YOU PARK THAT MUSTANG BACK IN ITS GARAGE, SON! JA: Mr. Nelson is laying down the law! Kiljoy's pants stay _on_! JR: WAIT A MINUTE!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! MAVERICK IS UP!!! . . . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . *** THWUMP!!! *** *** CRACK!!! *** [A shocked gasp followed by massive booing as Maverick shoves the ladder with Kiljoy still atop it, send both him and the ladder toppling over the top rope to the outside. But Kiljoy, not expecting this, cannot adjust his fall, and lands on the steel ramp head-first, his head taking a sickening bounce upon impact as it gets sandwiched between the ladder and the ramp.] Crowd: HOLY-S***!!! HOLY-S***!!! HOLY-S***!!! [Nelson, seemingly in shock, buries his face in his hands and turns his back to the ring, quickly exiting the arena.] JR: MY GOD ALMIGHTY!!! MY GOD ALMIGHTY!!! KILJOY MAY BE _DEAD_!!! JA: And Nelson might be responsible for it! OA: HOW CAN YOU EVEN WORRY ABOUT THAT NOW? KILJOY JUST TOOK A 25-FOOT SWAN DIVE ONTO CONCRETE AND LANDED HEAD-FIRST! JR: Maverick following Kiljoy to the outside...this match is _over_! Maverick rolling the limp Kiljoy into the ring...AND NOW HE'S CARRYING HIM TO THE TOP ROPE! MY GOD, JUST _PIN_ HIM! DON'T DO THIS! . . . . . *** BOOM *** JR: GROUND ZERO!!! GROUND ZERO!!! THE TOP-ROPE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!!! THE COVER! [This is academic now.] 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . 3!!! (( DING DING DING )) FRANCINE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE _NEW_ UNIFIED INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION ... ["Unbelievable" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays.] ... M A V E R I C K ! ! ! ! ! JR: Maverick wins this match, but that isn't the story here! The story is the condition of "Legacy" Paul Kiljoy! He's one of the brightest young stars in our industry, and his career may have just been snuffed out in an instant! OA: I can't believe what we've just seen! Kiljoy has to have a concussion, at least! JR: We can only hope that's all he has! He may have serious head trauma after plummeting 25 feet onto a steel ramp and not being able to cushion the impact on his head! [The EMTs make their way to the ring.] JA: Here comes some medical help...Kiljoy hasn't even _moved_; this is a scary moment here... JR: God be with you, Kiljoy. We hope to see you back here as soon as possible, and we can only pray that this injury isn't as serious as it looks. =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== JR: Get ready, fans. Get ready for the one we've been waiting all night for. The biggest prize in all of wrestling is on the line! Razor Ron Jeremy, champion since Ego & Icons, the second longest reigning champion in I Slash history, a record set during a previous reign, defends that title against "Suicidal" Nate McMannis. JA: I've been waiting for McMannis to get this shot since Wrestlefest. There's no one more deserving and no threat more viable than his. I can't wait to finally have a REAL world champion. OA: Are you saying RRJ isn't a real champion? How do you come to that conclusion? JA: Well I hate to agree with Justin Arcola, but he's a clown! JR: Let's hear from that so-called "clown". [Anthony Edwards stands next to Razor Ron Jeremy backstage. The Calgary crowd roars with cheers.] Anthony Edwards: Razor Ron Jeremy, the Franchise, the I Slash World Heavyweight Champion, is moments away from stepping into the ring in his first World Title defense against the leader of the Trifecta, "Suicidal" Nate McMannis. Razor Ron Jeremy: Tony, I've got sand in my toes, my swimming goggles on, and an awkward tan line on my chest...THIS is Summer Explosion!!! [Crowd pop!] RRJ: "Suicidal" Nate McMannis has had some pretty rough matches in his career. He shoved barbed wire metal down the throat of Trevor Storm...He pulled down the pants of Justin Arcola, and smashed a guitar over his crotch. Call him sick, call him diabolical, call him horny. The truth is that he hasn't gone toe to toe with anyone sicker, any more diabolical, or somewhat horny...until now. Until now Nate McMannis hasn't been squirted dry by the power of my fists. He hasn't been wrapped in the heat-retaining foil that is my body splash. He hasn't been slapped on the grill that is the tread of the Bootie Call...But Tony, I can't wait to expose the bird beaks, cow spleens, shoe tongues, and 34 percent raw meat that make up his measly composition. I will eat him, I will spit him out in disgust, and I'll still be so damn hungry that I'll ask for another helping later. Anthony Edwards: RRJ, speculators say that you're "cursed" to lose the title tonight on a count of your Summer Explosion streak, which is currently zero wins, and three consecutive. How do you feel about that streak continuing in 2002? RRJ: Tony, you know that I don't live in some kind of hocus pocus fantasy land where people live by hocus pocus and run around with imaginary pins poking their asses while the witch doctors oooh, eee, ooohh, and ah ah all day long...just because of some streak. I don't live by the existential coin toss of heads all day long, just because of some streak. As the World Champion, I was put on this EARTH to cause a big fat ripple in this boring thing called normalcy, and tonight you're gonna see Nate McMannis ripple in the wind when I toss him from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, from the lifeguard stand to the snack shack, from the hot chicks section to European nudist zones, and from sea to shining sea...because you can't have a beach house victory party without the World Title around your waist, some sand in your Bootie, and plenty hot dogs to go around...CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!! [RRJ pauses and a chant gets louder and louder...] ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! ONE-AND-THREE!! RRJ: McWeiner...let's go wipe some streaks. [He holds up a spray bottle and squirts the camera lens with liquid cleaner, which is summarily wiped away by a big white towel. The crowd pops again as RRJ storms out of sight.] JR: And now that we've heard from the champion, let's get some words from the challenge before we settle into this huge match. [The camera opens to the backstage area. Anthony Edwards is standing in the view of the camera, wearing a tuxedo.] ANTHONY EDWARDS: Ladies and gentlemen, in just a few short minutes, the main event of tonight's pay per view will be taking place... but before that happens, I have the privilege of interviewing the challenger for tonight's World Title match... [The crowd breaks into a big time heel pop as the camera pans out. "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, wearing his ring attire, is standing to the left of the I Slash's renowned interviewer.] ANTHONY EDWARDS: ... "Suicidal" Nate McMannis. [As the boos echo through the Pengrowth Saddledome, McMannis merely smiles as he looks at Edwards.] ANTHONY EDWARDS: Mr. McMannis, later tonight, you will be in the biggest match of your career. This will be your first opportunity to win the I Slash World Heavyweight Title in a one on one encounter. What are your thoughts? [McMannis looks at the lights, smiling slightly as he ponders the question.] NATE McMANNIS: For over a year and a half I've waited for this... I've watched men less talented, less charismatic, and with less accolades and accomplishments step in front of me and take World Title shots. I've seen men like Billy Rock and Justin Arcola, men who couldn't hold a _candle_ to my work here in the I Slash, not only receive World Title shots, but _win_ the World Title. Meanwhile, I've sat on the backburner and waited for the right time... I've waited to see exactly when it would be _my_ time to step up and be granted the World Title shot. Yes, I was Commissioner for a good while... but I was never allowed to book World Title matches... Jurkschat always stole that away from me. [He grits his teeth.] NATE McMANNIS: But I played the path of the straight and narrow, and I never questioned the judgement... I knew my time would come... I knew that I would finally be rewarded for my loyalty... for putting my body on the line! I knew that one day, I'd be put in the main event of the pay per view! I knew that jumping off of ladders and cages, raising the ratings of this hellhole, booking the matches that made people watch this fuckin' company, would pay off! But... after months of dedication... after watching men with less seniority than me win the World Title... it never happened. [He looks down at Anthony Edwards.] NATE McMANNIS: So when Billy Rock won back the World Title from Eric Travers... and after he fuckin' _used_ me to get that belt back... I clobbered his ass, because I _knew_ that the only way I could get what I deserved was to go for the damn thing myself! I brought him down, and I waited more... I waited for _my_ time, for the Independence Day Rumble. I already was the North American Champion... I already held the Intercontinental Title... hell, I _invented_ the Hardcore Title... and I'm _still_ the reigning Ultimate Wrestling Champion... but that meant _nothing_ in the grand scheme, because it was time for Nate McMannis to step up and _win_ the World Title. I made Billy Rock tap the fuck out on Day One of Egos & Icons... and that title belonged to me! [He stares into the camera.] NATE McMANNIS: And you fucking _ruined_ it! I've spent the last six weeks making your life a living hell because _you_ stole what belongs to _me_, Razor Ron Jeremy! I was _never_ given the chance unless it was against 29 other men! You already had your chance to shine, Ron! You already held that title, and I _never_ was given a fair opportunity to win it... and you took it right from my grasps! [He shakes his head, the smile now gone from his face.] NATE McMANNIS: Last week, I beat the shit out of you with a chair... but if you look back at the video, you'll see that I made sure to target your back and right arm. I'm sure the welts, bruises, and pain in your own body can tell the same story. Then, I locked you in the Ozark Deathtrap. I wanted you to have a sneak preview of what it'll feel like, Ron... I wanted you to know just how painful it is to be in that maneuver. Back when Billy and I trained together, he put it on me and I damn near cried, Ron. It's the most painful move I've ever been put in, and now your back and your arm, the targets of the move, are softened up. There's no _way_ that you'll be able to sustain it, Ron... and you _will_ tap... and you _will_ give up your title to its rightful holder. And as for you, Gunnar Gaines... I told you that you had one last chance... I told you that if you got in my business one more time that you'd be in deep shit... and now you went and did it, Gaines. You pulled me off of RRJ when I had him locked up... but I'm gonna give you another shot, Gaines. Call this one down the middle... and all debts are paid. [He looks back at Edwards.] NATE McMANNIS: But you know what? It doesn't matter that Gaines is the ref... because now that I _finally_ have the one on one match that I've deserved for so long... _nothing_ is going to stop me, RRJ. I've never been more focused or dedicated on winning a match... I've _never_ wanted something this badly. This is what it's all about... this is the big time. Ron... I _will_ win that title. I am going to beat you and I'm gonna beat you _bad_... there's only one way you're gonna leave the Saddledome with that belt, RRJ. [He points down at the cement.] NATE McMANNIS: You're gonna have to leave me _dead_ on this concrete floor. That's the _only_ way you're walking outta here with that belt around your big, fat waist, Jeremy. Tonight, I'm making you tap out, or I'm gonna die trying... and you better make _damn_ sure that I'm dead... because I made a promise and I intend to keep it... RRJ... you are going to be the _final_ I Slash superstar... ... TO GET YOUR ASS _ADDRESSED_! [McMannis storms off camera, stage left. Edwards is left standing with the mic in his hand. Fade back into the arena.] ]====[ IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE ]====[ _ | | \ \ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ \ \| | | | \| \ / _ )/ ___) _____) ) |_| | | | | | | ( (/ /| | (______/ \____|_|_|_|_|_|_|\____)_| _______ _ _ (_______) | | (_) _____ _ _ ____ | | ___ ___ _ ___ ____ | ___) ( \ / ) _ \| |/ _ \ /___) |/ _ \| _ \ | |_____ ) X (| | | | | |_| |___ | | |_| | | | | |_______|_/ \_) ||_/|_|\___/(___/|_|\___/|_| |_| |_| RAZOR RON JEREMY vs. "SUICIDAL" NATE McMANNIS Guest Referee: GUNNAR "GRIZZLY" GAINES ]============================[ Writer: Nelson FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen ... it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening!! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] [Crowd] "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" FRANCINE: It is scheduled for one fall ... there is _no_ time limit ... and it is for the __IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP__!!! [MIND RATTLING POP!!!!] [Crowd] "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" [The opening riff of "Bad to the Bone" by George Thorogood and the Destroyers rings out through the arena.] [POP!!!] OA: This is going to be something else. JR: What must be going through Grizz's mind after what Matthew Reason did to his family at the beginning of the night? JA: I just feel sorry for RRJ or McMannis if either one gets out of line. Gunnar's likely in no mood to take anyone's crap. [On the I Sore: Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines pummels a hapless victim in the corner.] [The riff plays] [On the I Sore: Gunnar spews a plume of wood grain alcohol into the air!] [The riff plays, and the song kicks into gear. As the slide guitar solos, we see sequential shots of Gunnar staring down RRJ's revving Honda Accord, Gunnar slamming the late Silencer onto a Burger King grill, Gunnar pulling Nate McMannis off of RRJ, a low angle shot of Gunnar coming down on a victim (and us) with a Grizzly Splash off the top, Gunnar nailing a Grizzly Slam off the top rope through tables on Caleb Temple, and Gunnar nudging an unconscious Dark Destroyer out of an EWA ring with his foot.] FRANCINE: Introducing the guest referee for this match! He stands six feet five inches tall, he weighs 357 pounds, and he is a member of the legendary Gaines Family! Hailing from Fairbanks, Alaska, here is "The Baddest Thang Running" ... ... G U N N A R "G R I Z Z L Y" G A I N E S ! ! ! [Below the I Sore, Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines makes his entrance through the portal. He's wearing jeans, an unbuttoned referee shirt, and his "If you ain't drinkin' ... you ain't thinkin'" T-shirt. But rather than stopping to take in the crowd, he just paces on down to the ring.] ## On the day I was born ## They all gathered round ## They gazed at the wide window ## At the joy they had found ## The head nurse spoke up ## Said "leave this one alone" ## She could tell right away ## That I was bad to the bone ## Bad to the Bone ## Bad to the Bone ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## B-b-b-b-b-bad ## Bad to the Bone [As the second verse begins, the song fades. By now, Gaines has arrived in the ring.] [He snatches the microphone from Francine.] GUNNAR "GRIZZLY" GAINES: Matthew Reason ... what a name. See, son, you've attacked two LEGENDS in this business, who happen to be my father and my grandfather, and now I've got a _REASON_ ... to maim you! [Crowd pop!] Too bad I have no means of doing so. You're safely in jail, protected by the cops who arrested you, and I have to officiate this match. [He pauses. Then he continues.] You know, Matthew, you don't know what you done, and you DON'T know Grizzly's Law. But very shortly, you will. See, you can just watch it, or view it on the tape, while I enforce it RIGHT HERE IN THIS RING. [Crowd pop!] GUNNAR: See, to ENFORCE that law, I don't need a "Reason" ... [He snickers] ... just a target. And if these boys don't shape up, that's what they're maybe fixing to be. Targets ... for the Baddest Thang Running ... to run down. [He throws the mic down.] OA: For the love of God, stay _out_ of this man's way. # OOH-WAA-AH-AH-AH!!!!! # [SEARING HEAT!!] FRANCINE: Introducing the challenger ... [The opening chords to Disturbed's "Down With the Sickness" 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.] FRACINE: 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.] PA: # Can ya' feel that? # [The lyrics to "Down With the Sickness" 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. His hair is drenched, and his face emits a cold, calculating stare.] ... "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 deep, groaning rejfection, 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. 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. He climbs up to the top-rope, and holds his arms in the air in a pre-victory celebration, sneering. The crowd responds vengefully. He climbs off the turnbuckle. The music fades out.] [Crowd] "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" "RRJ!! RRJ!! RRJ!!" [Nate smirks, then rubs his forehead with a middle finger.] JR: Nate McMannis has gone from hero to zero in the eyes of these fans, and I for one couldn't agree with them more. JA: We'll just see what tune you're whistlin' when he walks out of here as _your_ world champion. FRANCINE: And now ... the _champion_! [POP!! POP!! POP!!] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [and 5 bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [6 more bass notes...] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM!!! [Little drums] BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM... [Little more drums and then...] !**$#BLAM!!#$**! !**$#BLAM!!#$**! !**$#BLAM!!#$**! >>>>KA-BOOM!!!!!!!!<<<< [Fireworks explode from the entranceway as the lyrics to "Date Rape" by Sublime begin; the crowd goes berserk.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, USA, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 281 pounds ...He is the IWF/WOW WORLD Heavyweight Champion... ... 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, his lucky black sleeveless T-shirt with Brak on it (the same shirt he wore when he first won the title), white amateur wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape; the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title is firmly set around his waist. "Ron's gotta have his Pops," "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "RRJ stole my nachos" signs, as well as some with detailed elaborate color drawings of RRJ that some loser fan spent hours working on. He pantomimes the lyrics of his theme song as he dances to the ring, and some of the fans follow along with 3 or 4 drinking motions and driving away someplace real far.] OA: Hah hah! Without a doubt, RRJ is _the_ most animated grappler in the history of the I Slash! JR: And look at this shirt! It's the same one he wore when he won his first world title from Hades! JA: Let's just not speculate about the underwear. [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. He takes off his World Title belt and holds it up in his right hand; Bootie in his left as the camera flashes sparkle the arena. For the fans amusement, and possible use for later, he sticks Bootie onto the turnbuckle, and the Title to Gunnar Gaines, who hoists it in the air.] OA: I have never, ever in my life, been apart of something this huge. Look at this crowd! They are ALL on their feet! [The crowd is _lit_ as RRJ and McMannis come nose to nose in the center of the ring. Gaines stands slightly between them, holding the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title as high as he can.] JR: It's a thing of beauty, Owen. It is _the_ most prestigious championship in all of wrestling today, and it's caught smack dab in the middle of two of the best. [Gaines slips the belt through the ropes to Francine, who carries it toward the timekeeper's table.] JA: Seeing them next to each other, RRJ is definitely equipped with the size advantage, which gives McMannis the benefit of stamina. The longer this match goes, the slimmer RRJ's chances become. His only hope is to end this early, and I'm talking within ten minutes. JR: Ron's shocked us before, Jack. I wouldn't be so quick to estimate how long he may or may not last. [Gaines gets the word from both men that they're ready, then signals for the bell.] (( DING DING DING )) [THEY'RE EVEN POPPING FOR THE BELL!!!] [Both men remain still ... eyes locked ... occassional movement of the lips ... ] JR: It's a stand-off. JA: The intimidation factor coming into play. [Crowd] "Boooooooooo!!!" OA: Eww! That's disgusting! McMannis spit right in RRJ's face! [RRJ slowly wipes a dangling loogie from the tip of his nose ... looks at his palm ... ] (( FWAP!! )) [POP!!!] OA: HE SLAPPED McMANNIS ACROSS THE FACE WITH HIS OWN PHLEGM!! [McMannis, palming his cheek, takes a walk to the corner, kicks the bottom rope, and comes back running.] JR: IT'S ON!! IT'S ON!! [McMannis tackles RRJ to his back, squeezing in a couple of rights before getting flipped forward, but he rolls onto his feet.] OA: Both back up! McMannis with another blind charge! JR: Hip-toss from RR--No! [Nate locks the arm down.] JR: Clothesline from McMannis! RRJ DUCKS IT! (( BOOM! )) OA: BACKDROP! RRJ's come to fight! McMannis smacked the mat firmly, but he kips right up! Even beating RRJ to his feet! Right hand! BLOCKED by the champion! Forearms to the jaw of McMannis! RRJ with a fireman's carry on the dazed, former commissioner! AIRPLANE SPIN! [RRJ spins McMannis around in the center of the ring for several seconds, and then ... ] OA: The release! (( BOOM! )) JR: McMannis spun face first to the canvas! RRJ caps it off with a legdrop to the back of the head! JA: Cripes! He could fracture someone's skull with that thigh! JR: McMannis fired into the ropes ... the rebound ... BIG back body drop! [McMannis uses his smaller, lighter frame to flip completely over ... ] [POP!!] JA: WHOA!! OA: _AMAZING_!! [ ... and lands with his feet on the middle rope, his hands gripping the top rope. Not hearing a thud, RRJ scratches his head and turns to see what went wrong.] JR: Springboard twisting body block! Leg hooked! [Gunnar knows the drill.] 1 . . . 2 . . . [No!] JR: Easy kickout! He may have only gotten two through the element of surprise. JA: Or, maybe like I said earlier, that fat slob wasted so much energy turning around-- JR: Oh, stop! OA: McMannis with a standing crossface. INTO A SNAP T-BONE SUPLEX! Crisply executed, dropping RRJ right on his shoulder! [McMannis spreads RRJ's right arm across the mat, drops and elbow across the back of the bicep, quickly segueing into a fujiwara armbar.] JA: Beautiful chain! JR: It's becoming painfully evident that McMannis is targeting that right arm he began working over a week ago on Mayhem. JA: Exactly. This match is just a continuation of the damage McMannis already began. OA: Gaines wanting RRJ to let him know he'll pull through. Asking him, perhaps, if he can get him a towel. JA: A towel? OA: What do you suggest, Jack? He should throw in a blanket? JR: Gunnar's no stranger to this situation. OA: McMannis keeps a tight grip on that wrist as he stands. Raises his leg ... JA: He's gonna pee on him! JR: No! KNEE-DROP for the shoulderblade! And now back to the fujiwara! OA: McMannis is implimenting a solid, ground based attack here. Showing how a match of this calibur can alter a man's style. You've gotta believe McMannis will be looking to apply the Ozark Deathtrap later on. JA: _If_ RRJ lasts that long. JR: The champ reaching for the ropes, but he's not even close. McMannis could keep him face down on that mat all night long if he wanted. [Nate pops off to Gaines, demanding he continously ask RRJ if he wants to quit.] OA: I wouldn't be poking Gunnar's buttons right now. His fuse can't be all that long at this point. His father Larry and grandfather Ebeneezer have to be constantly on his mind. JR: Not to mention Matthew Reason. Lunatic. JA: History's NEXT derranged mind! [RRJ tucks his free arm under his chest and rolls onto his side, so that McMannis's back is now resting against his chest.] OA: The champ making his move! He's GOT to escape this situation! [RRJ reaches around McMannis's waist with the free arm, and digs around between his legs. Suddenly, RRJ's teeth gnash and McMannis's eyes bug out. Even Gaines looks uncomfortable.] [POP!!!] JR: OH NO!! OA: HE'S SQUEEZING McMANNIS'S ... McMANNIS'S ... JA: IT'S PAY-PER-VIEW, KID! JUST SAY IT! THAT FREAK HAS NATE BY THE _BALLS_!! HE'S BUSTING MORE THAN JUST THE HOLD! [McMannis immediately lets go, but RRJ doesn't. As McMannis stands, RRJ comes to his knees with an underhand grip right between the legs. The crowd is berzerk as Nate frantically jogs in place!] JA: Dammit, Gaines! Break it up or disqualify him! Do your job, you ape! JR: Sure enough, Gaines begins the count! [Gunnar] "One! ... ... Two! ... ... Three! ... ... Four! ... ... " OA: RRJ pulls Nate's legs out from under him, putting him flat on his back! He tucks his shines under his arms and comes to his feet. SLINGSHOT! [POP!!!] [McMannis soars, grabbing the top rope, going heels over head and taking a HUGE bump to the floor!] JR: GOOD NIGHT! [RRJ nurses his arm for a second, then strolls toward the ropes. He climbs out onto the apron and waits for Nate to stand.] JA: What's this idiot gonna-- (( CLANG!! )) OA: CLOTHESLINE FROM THE APRON!! McMannis into the barricade! [Gunnar] "One! ... ... Two! ... ... " JR: Gunnar waisting no time with the count! He runs a tight ship! [RRJ gingerly pulls himself up via the ring skirt. McMannis holds his head in his arms.] [Gunnar] "Three! ... ... Four! ... ... " [Ron grabs McMannis and jerks him off the floor, tossing him right back into the rin-- [Crowd] "Uuuhhhhh!!" ... oops ... against the apron.] JR: Did he mean to throw him against the apron there? OA: I think it was a small miscalcuation. No one ever accused RRJ of having a standard hand-eye coordination. [RRJ looks around, then shrugs, picks McMannis back up, and rolls him under the bottom rope.] JA: This idiot's gonna end someone's career one day by _accident_! How humiliating do you think it would be for McMannis to be sitting in a wheelchair at thirty, telling the tale of the time RRJ ended his career after a staredown went horribly wrong? JR: A staredown? OA: RRJ going to the top floor! Who says you can't teach old dogs new tricks? JR: He measures McMannis up! JA: I advise everyone in the first five rows to take cover. You don't know WHERE this moron's gonna land. I don't even think he knows. . . . . . (( BOOM!! )) OA: McMANNIS OUTMANEUVERS A 280 POUND SPLASH!! JR: That would've squashed him like a bug on a windshield! OA: It's Nate's time to strike! He can try and put RRJ away fast right now! McMannis kicks him right in the shoulder! Another knee-drop in the same vicinity! He steps on RRJ's forehead. Spinning boot scrape! That's just insulting! Peeling RRJ off the canvas now. Front face lock, with a cradle on the leg. Belly-to-belly brainbuster! JR: That's a _bone chilling_ move! Potentially paralyzing! OA: And McMannis knows it! He thinks that could do it! 1 . . . 2 . . . . . [No!] JR: Alright! There's still air in those lungs! [McMannis slugs RRJ upside the noggin before hurling himself to the ropes. He tucks into a ball, rolls across the canvas, and pops out in time to link another flip ... ] OA: Rolling thunder legdrop! Nate quickly off the mat! Back to the ropes! SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT CONNECTS! JR: No cover though! [Nate struggles to pick RRJ up off the canvas, and the world champion is certainly offering little to no help.] JR: Irish whip ... REVERSAL ... [RRJ stays right behind him.] [POP!!!] JR: ... HE SPEARS McMANNIS THROUGH THE ROPES!! This match has once again degenerated into a brawl! [Both men writhe on the floor.] JA: Ron's clutching that arm pretty desperately. McMannis has done some real damage there I think. [McMannis crawls as far away from his opponent as possible.] OA: Is McMannis running away? Is he FLEEING a world title shot!? JR: I wouldn't committ to that. He may just be clearing out some running room. JA: RRJ pulled off that spear, but it doesn't mean he's in any better shape than McMannis. [Crowd] "Uuuhhhhh!!" [Nate drives the top half of RRJ's body underneath the ring with a sinking dropkick.] JR: CASE IN POINT! [McMannis grabs a leg and tugs, trying to pull RRJ into the open.] (( FFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!! )) [POP!!! POP!!!] JA: RRJ EXPLODED!! JR: HE DID _NOT_! OA: HE'S EMPTYING A FIRE EXTINGUISHER ON McMANNIS!! [Nate's arms flail as he looks for room to breathe. Ron has to stand, and he does.] OA: McMannis is gagging! How much of that did he inhale!? JR: HEADS UP!! (( DONG! )) JR: He clotheslined McMannis with the extinguisher! JA: Caught him in the mouth! McMannis is bleeding from the lips now! And I _think_ he lost a tooth! OA: Where's the ten count? Where's _Gunnar_? [A brief look into the ring shows Gaines distracted by his own thoughts. Leaning against one of turnbuckles, no doubt concerned about his father and grandfather.] JR: It's been a timultuous night for that individual. JA: And it's playing to RRJ's advantage! He should've been disqualified for using an illegal object! [Ron picks up McMannis and traps his forearms beneath his armpits.] [Crowd] "One!! Two!! Three!! Four!! Five!! Six!! Seven!! Eight!! Nine!!" OA: NINE HEADBUTTS!! (( CLANG!! )) OA: AND A DOUBLE ARM OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY TO THE BARRICADE!!! [McMannis no less than _collides_ with the railing, curving it through the first row. Ron snatches him back, scoops him up, and hangs him upside down, hooking the feet between the railing bars.] JR: He's got McMannis in the tree of woe! [Ron rolls onto the apron and sets up shop. He points toward the crowd, then JUMPS!] (( CLANG!! )) [HIGHSPOT POP!!!!] JR: SHOULDERBLOCK FROM THE APRON PAYS OFF!! OA: McMannis pours down the railing, and he's delirious! JR: Razor Ron is NOT holding back tonight! He's set a trend of taking incredible risks at Summer Explosion over the years, and tonight is no exception! JA: You remember what happened last year though. RRJ broke his _tailbone_, and YOU sold it like he was dead, Robson! JR: Aw yes, how could I forget? OA: RRJ is sniffing around under the ring apron for something. He's pulling out ... pulling out a ... ... [PLUNDER POP!!!!] All 3: _A TABLE_!! [Ron takes a minute to adjust the legs, but McMannis can't make the most of the time he has to recover. He flips it over, grabs McMannis, and spreads him across the surface.] JA: If McMannis is smart, and I'm talking Ginsu sharp here, he's _playing_ RRJ! OA: Think he's playing possum do you? JA: We'll find out. [Ron walks the apron, steps to the second turnbuckle, takes a deep breath, and balances himself on the third.] JR: I'd strongly advise against this! High risks are _not_ RRJ's strong suit! OA: With his world title to protect, I think he's willing to try about anything! JA: What--OH MY GOD!!! . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . OA: __SHOOTING RON PRESS__!!!! (((( CRRRRRAAAAAACK!!!! )))) [Crowd] "OH - MY - GOD!!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!" "OH - MY - GOD!!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!" "OH - MY - GOD!!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!" "OH - MY - GOD!!!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!" [And that got Gunnar's attention. The Grizz peers over the apron, seeing the champion and challenger wasted among the shambles of the table.] OA: RAZOR RON JEREMY HAS DECIMATED EVERYTHING BELOW, EVEN HIMSELF!!! JA: BUT HE WAS TOO CLOSE TO THE RAILING!! RRJ BOUNCED HIS HEAD OFF THE STEEL!! [Gunnar] "One!! ... ... Two!! ... ... " JR: And _now_ Gunnar's counting? [Gunnar] "Three!! ... ... Four!! ... ... " JA: Ten seconds to recover from THAT!? There's no way they'll make it in time! [Gunnar] "Five!! ... ... Six!! ... ... " JA: It's over! I can tell you that right now! This match is going to end in a double countout! JR: If, indeed, it does, it'll be one of the biggest travesties in the history of the I Slash! [Gunnar] "Seven!! ... ... Eight!! ... ... " [Camera steadies on RRJ and McMannis. Nothing.] [Gunnar] "NINE!! ... ... " . . . . . [Gunnar frowns and shakes his head.] . . . . . [BIG MUDDAFUGGIN POP!!!!!] JA: What!? What is THIS!? JR: Ladies and gentlemen, this is unprecidented! I've never seen ANYTHING like it! Gunnar Gaines, the referee of this match, is rolling these two men back into the ring! OA: He's preserving the significance of this main event, and I for one applaud him! [Crowd] "GUN-NAR!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!" "GUN-NAR!!!! GUN-NAR!!!!" OA: Gunnar Gaines making the most of these fan's hard earned money! JA: At the expense of RRJ and McMannis's HEALTH, keep in mind! Who knows if he's even doing this for the fans! For the I Slash! He's probably doing it for his own amusement! Like a cat batting around a dead mouse! Gunnar's in emotional pain tonight, and this is the closest he can come to causing any physical pain to others tonight! OA: Never looked at it like that. JA: Just shut up and refill my coffee. JR: Gunnar's dragged RRJ to one corner! McMannis to the other! And now he stands aside, awaiting these two men to snap to! [RRJ's head begins to slowly wag.] JR: We have movement! Signs of life coming from the champion! [McMannis slowly brews in his own corner. Breathing vigorously and reaching for something to cling to.] JA: Here we go! It's about to start all over! OA: RRJ paces out of his corner! And here comes McMannis, with flames in his eyes! [Both men's wobbly footsteps evolve to a sprint.] [POP!!!] JR: AND IT'S ON AGAIN!! THEY GREET EACH OTHER WITH A FLOCK OF ANGRY LEFTS AND RIGHTS!! PSYCHOLOGY IS AN AFTERTHOUGHT AT THIS POINT!! THEY'RE JUST GONNA DRAG EACH OTHER THROUGH THE MUD!! [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JR: BACK AND FORTH!!! NEITHER GIVING AN INCH!!! AND THIS ENTIRE ARENA IS ON IT'S FEET!!! OA: MY GOD, IT'S CHAOS!! ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!! McMANNIS AND RRJ HAVE SHOVED THIS MATCH INTO OVERDRIVE!! [Fists are raging. Noses are bleeding. Heads are bobbing. Shoulders are weaving.] OA: IT'S A FIGHT!! THIS HAS DEGENERATED INTO A STREET BRAWL!! [RRJ takes a mighty swing, but Nate dips hugs his waist.] (( BOOM!! )) JA: WHAT!? A _WRESTLING_ HOLD!? OA: A releaste northern lights!! But RRJ's just feeding off of it!! His adrenaline is burning away the pain!! He's coming right back!! [McMannis surprises him with a kick to the breadbasket.] [FINISHER POP!!!] JR: __HEAD TRAUMA__!!! __HEAD TRAUMA__!!! [As McMannis hops for momentum, RRJ leans down further than usual and catches him around the waist.] (( BOOM!! )) OA: BLOCKED WITH A SPINEBUSTER FROM THE CHAMP!! [RRJ riochets fluidly back to his feet, snaps his head toward one of the corners, and points toward ... ] [__HEEEEEEEEEEYUUUUUGE POP__!!!!!] [ ... Bootie.] JR: Razor Ron is about to dot all the i's and cross all the t's!! [Ron slips Bootie off the corner, waves it around his head, and hits the ropes across the ring.] . . . [After skipping over McMannis, he hits the other side, which throw him back ... ] . . . . . ((( BOOM!! ))) [FINISHER POP!!!!!] JR: __BOOTIE CALL__!!!! __BOOTIE CALL__!!!! [Ron triumphantly hooks the leg. Gunnar earns his pay.] 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . 3!!! 3!!! JR: Wait! JA: Holy Moses ... [The arena sits in silence.] JR: Is that ... is that what it looks like? OA: There's no mistaking that, gentlemen. [McMannis's arm is aimed toward the sky ... shoulder _up_ ... as Gunnar waves two fingers above his head.] JA: McMANNIS SURVIVED THE BOOTIE CALL!! McMANNIS SURVIVED THE BOOTIE CALL!! McMANNIS _SURVIVED_!! [RRJ pulls him up, trying to waste too much time in shock, and zips him into the ropes.] JR: Not only that! McMannis slides through Ron's legs! Whatever the champ had in mind will have to wait! Ron spins on his heels! [McMannis greets him.] (( POP!! )) (( RRRRRIP!! )) [Crowd] "Ooooohhh!!" OA: This is _personal_! McMannis smacked him right across the face, then ripped his shirt clean in half!! [With pellots of saliva forming at the corners of his mouth, McMannis gnashes his teeth, saying all he needs to with the look in his eyes. Ron whips his face back around from the slap, bringing a right hook with it.] JR: McMannis blocks the right! Armdrag takedown! Ron up quickly! But back down from a dropkick to the right shoulder! McMannis has not let RRJ's injured right arm slip his mind! He yanks him up by the wrist! Scurries up the turnbuckles! McMANNIS JUMPS OUT, BRINGING THAT ARM DOWN ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!! [Ron grabs his shoulder and jogs across the ring as McMannis dives back in through the bottom rope.] JR: McMannis creeping up behind the champion! And he simply SHOVES him behind! [RRJ turns around, and McMannis waves him on angrily.] OA: My God! McMannis wants RRJ to see it coming! Every bit of it! JA: He wants that idiot to _know_ it's coming and still know he can't do a damn thing about it! JR: CLOTHESLINE! McMannis ducks it! Go behind! JA: RRJ's winded and way too slow to begin with! He's telegraphing EVERYTHING! [DRAMA POP!! POP!! POP!!] JR: __OZARK DEATHRIDE__!!! HE CINCHED IT!! McMANNIS IS USING THE VERY SAME HOLD HE TRIED TO DESTROY THAT ARM WITH BEFORE!! HE'S ADOPTED THE VERY SUBMISSION HOLD OF "SERIAL THRILLER" BILLY ROCK!! THE VERY HOLD HE MADE THAT MAN TAP OUT TO AT WAR GAMES!! AND HE'S GOT IT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! OA: For it to be COMPLETELY effective, with no escape in sight for RRJ, he's GOT to get the champion on his stomach! That was always the key ingredient when Billy used it! JR: Both men still on their feet! Gunnar Gaines is already looking into the eyes of RRJ, trying to find any lost hope at all, but either there's none there or Ron is keeping it a deep dark secret! [Ron slips to knee.] JA: THIS IS IT!! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!! THE END OF MONTHS AND _MONTHS_ OF BLOOD, SWEAT, AND-- JR: BACKSTABBING! JA: Who CARES, Robson!? Who REALLY cares!? Deny McMannis his God given talent! Go right ahead! Deny to me that he's fought this match alone! DENY TO ME THAT McMANNIS, AT THIS VERY MOMENT, HAS BROUGHT THE WORLD CHAMPION TO HIS _KNEES_! JR: ... I can't ... OA: But RRJ _can_! HE'S STRAIGHTENING OUT THOSE LEGS!! JA: No! [POP!! POP!!] OA: MULE KICK!! MULE KICK!! JA: NO! OA: BUT McMANNIS GRITS HIS TEETH, SHUTS HIS EYES TIGHT, AND WORKS THROUGH THE PAIN!! [RRJ gasps for air, trying to see through the blur created by the sweat in his eyes. He reaches, desperately.] OA: ANOTHER MULE KICK!! [McMannis shudders, absorbs the pain, probably feeling his balls floating around his stomach. But, dammit, THIS is for the world championship.] JR: My GOD! How can McMannis stand it!? How can he-- (( BOOM!! )) [Crowd] "Uuuuuhhh!!" OA: HE TURNED INTO A SUPLEX!! AN ... ... AN OZARK DEATHPLEX!!! JA: NICE! OA: RRJ'S HEAD WAS ALMOST SEPARATED FROM HIS SHOULDER!! McMANNIS COVERS!! COULD _THIS_ BE IT!? 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JR: _FOOT ON THE ROPES_!! OA: McMannis bursts right up! And he SHOVES GUNNAR GAINES!! HE DIDN'T AGREE WITH THE COUNT!! [Gunnar's eyes steam, and the slap echoes as he places a deathgrip on McMannis's neck.] JA: NO! APOLOGIZE, NATE! APOLOGZE! [Nate's eyes have inflated to the size of silver dollars. Gunnar hoists him HIGH above the mat with one hand around his neck, one on his lower back.] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> . . . . . [But sets him back on his feet.] [Crowd] "Boooooooo!!" JA: Ooooh thank you, Gunnar! Thank you! Thank you! Thank y-- [POP!!!!!] JR: GUNNAR SLUGGED HIM!!! McMANNIS ALMOST FLEW OUT OF HIS BOOTS!!! [RRJ quickly school boys from behind.] JA: WHAT THE-- 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . 2.9 . . . . . . . . [DRAMA!!!!] OA: McMANNIS KICKS OUT!!! [He immediately tumbles out of the ring and rounds the corner. RRJ rolls out behind him.] JR: McMannis comes back around the corner and catches Ron with a lightning fast clothesline! [He drapes RRJ's sternum over the barricade, leaving his head in the laps of the fans.] JR: McMannis heads for the top as people start to scatter! [Nate clasps his hands together and raises them over his head.] . . . =========================================================== SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION - SUMMER EXPLOSION =========================================================== What Next!? The World Title Match Continues in Pt. 12! <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> OA: DOUBLE-AXE HANDLE!! ((((( _BANG_!!!! ))))) [Crowd] "HO - LY - SHIT!!!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!!!" "HO - LY - SHIT!!!!! HO - LY - SHIT!!!!!" JR: GOOD NIGHT!!! RRJ FOLDED A CHAIR WHILE HE SLUMPED OVER THE RAILING AND SWATTED McMANNIS RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY!!! [We see McMannis lying flat on his back next to a chair. A deep, fresh gash in his forehead. Blood trickling from his right nostril. His bottom lip busted. Then he look at RRJ. Wheezing over the barricade. Bloody t-shirt hanging by a thread. Blood dripping from his nose. This is a war.] OA: Oh my GOD! This is a mess! An absolute mess! [Ron manages to pull McMannis up and scoop him over his shoulder.] (( CRACK!! )) OA: POWERSLAM ON THE CHAIR!! [He tows McMannis to his feet and back into the ring.] [Crowd] "R - R - J!!!!! R - R - J!!!!!" "R - R - J!!!!! R - R - J!!!!!" "R - R - J!!!!! R - R - J!!!!!" JR: This crowd is on FIRE, and they're burning for the world champion!! He fires McMannis into the corner! (( CLING!! )) JR: Follwed up ... (((( CLING!!! )))) JR: ... WHAT AN AVALANCHE!! He sits McMannis on top turnbuckle! Superplex coming up! . . . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [MY GOD WHAT A MOVE POP!!!!!] OA: MY GOD!!! ___HEAD TRAUMA____!!!! A TORNADO HEAD TRUAMA FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!! [McMannis rolls back and forth, holding his side, but RRJ is lifeless, face down on the canvas.] OA: MOMENT OF TRUTH!! RIGHT HERE!! RIGHT NOW!! [Nate trembles as he crawls, his fingernails scraping the canvas, until he throws one leg over the small of RRJ's back. He grabs RRJ's right arm, pulls it over his shoulder, and well ... the rest is history ... ] [FINISHER POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JA: THIS IS IT!!! THE OZARK DEATHTRAP!!! RON'S FLAT ON HIS FACE!!! BATTERED!!! BROKEN!!! THAT'S NOT A CHAMPION!! __McMANNIS__ IS A CHAMPION, AND YOU'RE ALL JUST SECONDS AWAY FROM REALIZING IT!!! OA: GUNNAR'S ASKING RRJ HOW HE FEELS, BUT GETTING NO RESPONSE!! JR: MY GOD! CHECK THE MAN! CHECK HIS PULSE IF YOU HAVE TO, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! [Gunnar takes Ron's free wrist, raises it into the air, and watches it fall hopelessly.] . . . . . [Everyone's butt moves to the edge of it's seat. Fans are biting their nails. Children raising their foam Booties. They watch Gunnar raise the arm a second time ... ] JR: Come on, Ron ... . . . . . [ ... and fall. He's got one last chance. Gunnar holds two fingers to the sky. He gives the wrist one more tug. It's now, or it's never.] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (( DING DING DING )) [Crowd] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" JA: HE DID IT!! OH MY GOD HE DID IT!! OA: WE'VE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!! THE MOST DESPISED MAN IN I SLASH HISTORY IS NOW IT'S VERY PULSE!! FRANCINE: The winner of this match ... ... ... and __NEWWWWW_ IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ... ... # OOH - WAH - AH - AH - AH!!!!! # [Disturbed's "Down With The Sickness" confirms it.] ..... "S U I C I D A L" N A T E M c M A N N I S ! ! ! ! ! [Crowd] "BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" [As Gunnar crosses the ring with the title, ready to fork it over, he notices, as the rest of us do, that McMannis still has RRJ in the Ozark Deathtrap.] JR: Enough's enough, McMannis! You got what you came for, now take it and split! JA: This is his exclaimation point on the whole thing! Do what you have to do, Nate! PROVE YOUR POINT, SIR! OA: Gunnar's screaming at McMannis to let go of the hold! But he's not listening! The new world champion is in his own world! He wants to put RRJ out of this business! [Gunnar drops the belt and reaches out.] [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JR: HE JUST GRABBED NATE BY THE NECK!! [POP!!!!!] JR: AND JERKED HIM RIGHT OFF!!! [Gunnar raises him into the air.] JR: HERE IT COMES!! [Crowd] "BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" OA: HERE COME MAVERICK AND ERIC TRAVERS!!! [Mav and Trav dive into the ring behind Gunnar. As they come to their feet, Maverick's IC title falls off his waist. He nods Travers toward Gunnar, then points to himsef, then points at RRJ. They nod, and go to task.] (( BOOM! )) JR: MAVERICK JUST SPLASHED RRJ ACROSS THE SHOULDERS!! [Hearing the commotion, Gunnar releases McMannis and turns around, seeing Travers throwing a right hand.] OA: Travers clocks Gunnar! GUNNAR ANSWERS BACK!! AGAIN!! AGAIN!! AND ANOTHER TAKES TRAVERS OVER THE TOP ROPE!! [Gunnar immediately climbs out, grabs Traves by the throat, and viciously jerks him up. He lifts him into the air, high above the aisle, and then ... _FINALLY_ ... ] . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> [The crowd ROARS as he drives Travers onto the ramp with a bone rattling chokeslam.] OA: __GRIZZLY SLAM__!!! __GRIZZLY SLAM__!!! __GRIZZLY SLAM__!!! [Gunnar jumps up, dusts his hands off, and looks back at the ring where McMannis remains on his knees, holding the world title against his chest, watching Maverick stomp RRJ into oblivion. But wait ... he doubletakes ... and looks up into the darkness of the entrance tunnel. Just below the I Sore.] OA: What's he see? JA: Oh my God! Look into the entrance! You can just barely make it out! JR: Dear God ... JA: IT'S MATTHEW REASON!!! JR: HE CAME BACK!! AND FOR ALL WE KNOW HE'S BEEN WATCHING GUNNAR THE WHOLE TIME!! AND THERE HE GOES!! GUNNAR CHARGES THE ENTRANCE!! JA: BUT REASON'S SUDDENLY GONE!! JR: AND SO IS GUNNAR!! [Back to the ring, where McMannis jumps to his feet. He grabs RRJ by the wrist and stretches his right arm across the canvas. Maverick comes off the ropes ... ] (( BOOM!! )) JR: SPLASH ACROSS THE ARM!! The Trifecta want to destroy Razor Ron Jeremy!! [Maverick picks up RRJ, sits him facing the crowd on the top rope, and steps out onto the apron.] OA: No ... no don't do this ... HE'S ALREADY GIVEN ALL HE HAS! [A winded McMannis pulls a table out from under the ring. He wipes the sweat and blood from his brow, takes a deep breath, opens the legs and turns it over. Maverick wraps his arms around RRJ's waist, hoists him powerfully off the turnbuckle, and twists.] . . . . . (((( CRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!! )))) ((( THUD!! ))) OA: _GROUND ZERO_!! JESUS GOD!! GROUND ZERO!! [McMannis notices Travers trying to get up, but everytime he reaches his arms and legs he falls flat on his face again. He walks up the aisle, wraps Eric's arm around his neck, and walks him back to the ring.] JA: Oh my God, the Trifecta RULES _ALL_ YOUR ASSES!! [Maverick rolls back into the ring. He helps the dazed Travers in. McMannis follows. He picks up the world title. Maverick picks up the unified IC title. McMannis falls to his knees and thrusts the title into the air. Maverick stands behind him, raising the IC title with one arm and holding Travers steady around the waist with the other.] JR: My God ... THIS is the strongest force in all of wrestling! Who can STOP them!? Who's still standing!? Who in their right mind can look at what they've done tonight and take them on?? # # # WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! # # # [SCREAM FOR HIM!!!!] [McMannis and Maverick whips their heads immediately toward the aisle as Marilyn Manson's "Beautiful People" erupts. Even Travers is alarmed enough to crane his rubbery neck around Maverick's massive shoulders.] OA: PAUL KILJOY!!! PAUL KILJOY!!! [A fleeting, flesh colored blur rockets down the aisle.] JA: I THOUGHT MAVERICK KILLED HIM, DAMMIT!! [As he slows down ... we notice ... oh Jesus ... ] [HUUUUUUUUUGE HIGH PITCHED POP!!!!!] JA: WAITAMINUTE!! WAITAM--GREAT CAESER'S GHOST!!! PAUL KILJOY IS _BUCK ASS NAKED_!!! [And that he is. Also? We're live. Production assistants try desperately to find the distortion button.] JA: MY EYES!! MY EYES!! JR: THIS IS UNPRECIDENTED!!! [Kiljoy scoops up the chair used earlier as he rounds the ring. This wakes even Travers up.] JR: THE TRIFECTA ARE _STUNNED_!! OA: I ... I ... JA: SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!! HE'S ALL OVER THE PLACE!! AAAAHHHH!! JR: HE _MUST_ BE MAD!! [Kiljoy calmly walks the stairs with the chair, bends through the ropes ... ] JA: HE JUST BENT OVER!! _SHOOT_ ME!! JR: Close your EYES, Jack! JA: I CAN'T!! IT REPULSES ME, BUT I CAN'T LOOK AWAY!! [An awkward silence as Kiljoy sneers at the three men celebrating their supposed triumph. And then, he strikes.] JR: KILJOY LUNGES!!! (( BANG!!! )) [POP!!! POP!!!] JR: DOWN GOES TRAVERS!! (( BANG!!! )) (( BANG!!! )) JR: TWO TO THE HEAD, AND MAVERICK IS STAGGERED!! (( BANG!! )) JR: AND THE NUDE KILJOY KNOCKS MAVERICK OUT OF THE RING!!! [Kiljoy turns around to find the sour look on McMannis's face. Finally a blur has distorted everything below Kiljoy's waist. Kiljoy stares at McMannis, the chair ... and then ... the world title. That blur begins to ... grow.] [POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!] JR: OH ... MY ... GOD!! JA: I'm gonna PUKE!! OA: I ... I ... [McMannis is horrified. Too stunned to move as Kiljoy turns the chair to it's side, twists his shoulders, and throws it like a frisbree across the ring.] ((( BANG!!! ))) JR: McMANNIS TAKES IT IN THE HEAD!! HE GOES DOWN!! [Kiljoy places the chair over McMannis's face, hauls ass up the turnbuckles, and jumps way higher than physics should allow.] . . . <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> (((( BANG!!!! )))) (((( BA-BOOM!!!! )))) JR: __DESTINY 2002__!!!! OA: I ... I ... JA: MY _GOD HE'S STILL NAKED_!! JR: AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE!! [He drags McMannis to the corner in a sitting position and backs away.] JR: Oh ... he can't be thinking ... JA: No don't do that! DON'T DO THAT! [Kiljoy throws his head back and screams.] [Kiljoy] "COCKGOBBLES!!!!" [POP!!! POP!!!] . . . (( CLANG!! )) [Crowd] "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!" [Kiljoy repeats the phrase over and over as he bounces on McMannis's face!] JA: THIS IS HUMILIATING!! HE CAN'T DO THIS TO THE WORLD CHAMPION!! JR: IT'S PHASE THREE, JACK!! NATE McMANNIS IS PHASE THREE OF MISSION: TRIFECTA!! [Kiljoy jumps back as McMannis rolls out of the ring, dry heaving and rubbing his hands over his face. Kiljoy picks up the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title and wraps it around his own bare waist. He climbs to the second rope and raises his arms to a DEFEANING ovation. The Trifecta regroup on the outside as Kiljoy invites McMannis to come get his title.] JR: IF THIS ISN'T A CHALLENGE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS!! THIS HAS BEEN A _HUGE_ SUMMER EXPLOSION!! WE THANK YOU FANS FOR JOINING US!! FOR JACK ANDERSON ... FOR OWEN AMBROSE ... OA: I ... I ... JR: GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!! ______ __ __ ____ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ _`\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\/ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\__ ___/\ \_\/_/ \ \___ __/\ \_____\ \___ ___/ \/_____/ \/__/ /__/ \/_/_/ \/__/ /___/ \/_____/\__/ /___/ © Ozark Productions http://iwfwow.cjb.net