[ The screen changes from the previous broadcast and changes to show the following: ______ __ __ ____ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ _`\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ ™ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \_\_\ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\/ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ The IWF/WOW logo then begins to fade as "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play in the background. Highlights leading up to WrestleFest begin playing, including a showdown between "Epic" Eric Travers and "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock, who will be meeting for the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight championship later on tonight.] # Transmission third world war third round # # A decade of the weapon of sound above ground # # No shelter if you're looking for shade # # I lick shots at the brutal charade # # As the polls close like a casket # # On truth devoured # # Silent play in the shadow of power # # A spectacle monopolized # # The cameras eyes on choice disguised # [Highlights continue to be shown... this time we see Trevor Storm and Nate McMannis duke it out in the centre of the ring, followed by the Outer Choice taking out the Boys Next Door.] # Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? # # Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? # # Yes a spectacle monopolized # # They hold the reins, stole your eyes # # All the fistagons the bullets and bombs # # Who stuff the banks # # Who staff the party ranks # # More for Gore or the son of a drug lord # # None of the above fuck it cut the cord # [Next we see Justin Arcola's little brother Jake in the ring, and then the scene quickly changing to former Intercontinental champion Matthew Reason attacking Justin Arcola.] # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # [We then get a chance to see some brief clips of the "odd couple" - RRJ, along with Bootie, as well as Maverick who has Glovie.] # Contact I high jacked the frequencies # # Blockin the beltway # # Move on DC # # Way past the days of bombin MCs # # Sound off Mumia guan be free # # Who gottem yo check the federal file # # All you pen devils know the trial was vile # # Army of pigs try to silence my style # # Off em all out that box its my radio dial # [Clips of some of the men in the battle royal are quickly shown... Cesar Risley, Steve Greedy, Markus Chrome, Jacen Canadi, Tommy Hawk, Chris Page among others are all shown briefly.] # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # # Lights out # # Guerilla Radio # # Turn that shit up # [Hightower is then seen answering the challenge of "the Headliner" Shane St. Clair - the challenging being a match at WrestleFest 6.] # It has to start somewhere # # It has to start sometime # # What better place than here # # What better time than now # [... followed by a few more clips of Rock and Travers with the words "WORLD TITLE" flashing on the screen.] # All hell cant stop us now # # All hell cant stop us now # # All hell cant stop us now # # All hell cant stop us now # # All hell cant stop us now # # All hell cant stop us now # [As the song finish up, the clips come to an end and suddenly an explosion comes on the screen as we fade into the logo for WrestleFest 6...] ========================================================================= IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 - IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 - IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 ========================================================================= |\ /| BATTLE ROYAL - WINNER EARNS NORTH AMERICAN TITLE SHOT! | ) ( | Tommy Hawk, Justin Vince Abel, Chris Page, Jim Black, | | _ | | Steve Greedy, Cesar Risley, Freddy Floyd, Seth Draken, | |( )| | Jacen Canadi, Markus Chrome, Leviathan, Damian Malcolm, | || || | Cooper Concrete, Matt Allen, Vile Vince Viper | () () | (_______) RESTLE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH! Salem vs the winner of the battle royal _______ ( ____ \ WHO WAS THE GREATER WORLD CHAMPION? | ( \/ Hightower vs Shane St. Clair | (__ | __) IWF/WOW IC TITLE MATCH - STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH! | ( Nate McMannis vs Trevor Storm | ) |/ EST WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH! the Boys Next Door vs the Outer Choice ______ / ____ \ LAST MAN STANDING! ( ( \/ Justin Arcola vs Matthew Reason | (____ | ___ \ RESPECT MATCH! | ( ) ) Razor Ron Jeremy vs Maverick ( (___) ) \_____/ TLC MATCH FOR THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Billy Rock vs Eric Travers ========================================================================= IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 - IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 - IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 ========================================================================= [Suddenly, the WrestleFest V logo shrinks to the corner. Below it is written: March 3rd, 2002 the Pengrowth Saddledome Calgary, Alberta LIVE! The screen then shows over twenty thousand rapid fans in the Pengrowth Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. They are screaming their lungs out, waving posters, signs, flags and everything they possibly could - all in an attempt to get on television.] [After several moments of panning over the arena, fireworks above the ring begin to go off, followed by fire bursting out of the ring turnbuckles. The fans let out an even bigger pop, because they know that WrestleFest 6 is about to start. After a few more moments panning the arena, the voice of Jim Robson is heard...] Jim Robson: WELCOME EVERYONE... WELCOME TO WRESTLEFEST 6! [The camera continues to move around the arena. A lot of old Hightower merchandise is seen around the arena, and it is obvious the fans are excited for his return match. As well, there are a ton of signs around the arena... "MACH II RULE!", "OH CANADA!", "I/W 4 LIFE" and many others. Eventually, the camera moves to Robson and Anderson who are sitting at a desk at ringside.] Jim Robson: Welcome to a history making event. Welcome to WrestleFest 6, live here from Calgary. Jack Anderson: What a night it is going to be. Months of build-up has led to this night, and these wrestlers are going to give it their all to put on a show of a lifetime. Jim Robson: Especially Billy Rock and Eric Travers who both want that IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship. They're going to give it their all. Eric Travers is the winninest IWF/WOW World Champion of all time, winning the World Heavyweight championship a I/W record of three times. But, Billy Rock could tie that record tonight with a victory here tonight. Jack Anderson: Well without a doubt, when Eric Travers retires his name will be up there with other IWF/WOW greats such as Derrick DaMann, Christopher Stonebreaker, and AJ Stanson. He is one of the all-time greats, and by winning the title tonight, giving him a record four World title reigns would really be the icing on the cake. Jim Robson: You know, you mentioned the names of past champions like DaMann and Stonebreaker... but Billy Rock has done something neither of those men could do. He has moved up the ranks faster than anyone in IWF/WOW history. It was a year ago around this time that Rock entered the IWF/WOW, and he has had an amazing year here in the I/W. Jack Anderson: But he can't match up against the experience of Eric Travers. The Epic One has done it all, and he will win this TLC match tonight. I mean come on... TLC... that's like his specialty. Jim Robson: Maybe so... but we have some other big matches on the card tonight. Including one that will see Nate McMannis defend the Intercontinental title against Trevor Storm. Jack Anderson: Well this really all started back at Christmas Madness with Trevor Storm's amazing turn on McMannis. It was beautiful really. I am hoping tonight Storm will cap it all off with a victory over Nate McMannis. Jim Robson: And how about Justin Arcola taking on Matthew Reason? Jack Anderson: In a Last Man Standing match at that!! Jim Robson: That's right. These two started off their feud a couple months ago when Jake Arcola turned up, and it is all going to come to an end tonight in what will be a brutal match. Jack Anderson: I can't wait! Jim Robson: Plus, RRJ will be taking on Maverick. Jack Anderson: Oh please, does anyone really care about these two? Not me. Maverick "lost his smile"... yada, yada. RRJ helped him get it back... blah, blah. Jim Robson: Well, I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to the match. This is Maverick's chance to shine, and you know he wants to take full advantage of it. Jack Anderson: One match I want to see though is Shane St. Clair destroying Hightower. I can't believe the nerve of Hightower to return and take on St. Clair. He doesn't deserve to face a man the stature of St. Clair. Jim Robson: May I remind you that it was St. Clair who challenged Hightower? Jack Anderson: But - still! Jim Robson: Well, we also have the World Tag Team titles on the line as the Boys Next Door defend against Outer Choice. Jack Anderson: And don't forget the North American title match... Salem will defend the title against the winner of the battle royal! Jim Robson: This is a good/bad situation for Salem really. Sure, he doesn't know who his opponent will be - but his opponent will have to go through a fifteen man battle royal before his match, so he will be worn down. Jack Anderson: And that's _very_ good news for Salem. Jim Robson: Folks, what a night we have for you. Jack Anderson: This is going to be _amazing_! Jim Robson: So everyone, our first match up is the fifteen man battle royal, with the winner getting a shot at the North American Champion Salem. Any idea who might win Jack? Jack Anderson: It could be anyone, really. Maybe someone like Damian Malcolm, or Cooper Concrete? Or maybe a newcomer to the I/W, like Chris Page? Anyone... really! Jim Robson: Good point. Lets go to Francine. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ BATTLE ROYAL \ /\ / / | (_) | \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= --------------------------> WRITER: Chris J. <--------------------------- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our opening bout of WRESTLEFEST 6!!! [POP!] FRANCINE: It is a fifteen man battle royal, with the winner earning a shot at the IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN champion right here tonight! [ANOTHER POP!] Jim Robson: The battle royal is about to begin... [The scene suddenly fades to the backstage area as we are about ready for the Battle Royal to begin here in Calgary, Alberta, Canada to get Wrestlefest going... In the backstage area we see a line of fans listening to the words of none other than Steve Greedy... Whose lovely wife Ginger Dupree is standing beside him listening as well to her seemingly sober Husband. Greedy is wearing a nice Armani suit as always, He looks clean shaved for the first time in Months, and seems to have calmness in his voice even though this is his first IWF/WOW pay per view..] "The Rich One" Steve Greedy: All week you great people [ Rolls his eye's ] Have been listening to the words of people like Leviathan, Chris Page, Freddy Floyd and the list goes on and on... Your virgin ears have now been SCREWED cause of the stuff they tried to feed your fragile minds... Well Canada, Listen to me, and follow me... I will lead you to the promise land in a way in which you have never been led before... This isn't hockey... The one sport all of you are good at, This is pro wrestling, and for once in your lives... After tonight I hope yall see that Hockey is a good sport, but Pro Wrestling is where it's at... The Girls, The Money, The Fame, and Th.." [In the middle of his sentence. A man wearing an IWF/WOW badge of some sort, Cut's Greedy off...] Man: We need you in the ring Greedy... [Greedy looks at the man bewildered, who smiles and walks away. Greedy kinda sigh's. and looks back to the lil group of people who are listening to him speak..] "The Rich One" Steve Greedy: Well my fans, I must go... But after tonight when I am the North American Champion of the IWF/WOW... I will continue my reachings... Now Go, Go to your seats and prepare to see the best technical wrestler in the game do his thing... [Greedy and Ginger walk off, but before the camera fades following him we hear two of the fans speak...] Little Boy: Who was that guy? Fan: I don't know, I was just standing in line waiting for some nacho's and he came over here running his mouth... Most people changed lines when he came over, So I guess he's not very popular.. Little Boy: I just want to see Maverick Wrestle.. Fan: Come on man... Razor Ron Jeremy is way better than him.. [The two boys continue to argue, as the camera fades back to the ringside area... Instigator by D12 is now playing and from the back comes Steve Greedy and Ginger Dupree to a pretty good amount of Boo's from the crowd... The two slowly walk down to the ringside area ignoring the boo's, Ginger even waves to the crowd a bit... They reach the ringside area, and Ginger goes to her spot in one of the corners... Greedy then enters the ring, and pulls out a microphone from his Suit pocket... Greedy waits for the music to cut before he begins to speak...] "THE RICH ONE" STEVE GREEDY: Hello Calgary... [The fan's continue to boo Greedy extremely loud, Now that the music has faded out that is all you can hear from the jam packed crowd... So he pauses and trys to wait for them to stop, Finally in a bit of a rage takes off his jacket dropping it to the middle of the ring, and begins to speak really loud...] "THE RICH ONE" STEVE GREEDY: I was gonna say How happy I was to be here for the first time in my life, but I decided that I am not gonna lie to you all... I hate this place... It reminds me of a good looking girl who just doesn't keep herself clean if you know what I am saying. There just not worth having, Just as this country is just not worth having... It's a shame us good American People have to share North America with you dirty people who don't even have your own language... You had to steal French's for christ sake..." [The fan's begin to Boo once again, Greedy just flashes us his trademark smirk... Greedy picks his jacket up from the ground and walks over to the corner where his wife is... He hands her the jacket and smiles at her for moment before looking back up to the crowd and continuing...] "THE RICH ONE" STEVE GREEDY: It has been well documented the problems I have had outside the ring lately which have led to problems inside the ring... I don't know if yall have been paying attention lately, but all that is about to stop... Just as I said it would... I promised my wife things would change, and even more importantly I promised myself things would change... Last week, Me and my wife had a talk... Just the other day on Rage me and my wife bonded... And now with her completely at my side and in my corner for the first time in my IWF/WOW history I feel as if nothing can go wrong... It doesn't matter who that first person out here to fight me is here in just a few minutes, Cause no matter who the unlucky person is... I promise you that I can out wrestle them, Out smart them, Out work them, Out endurance them and if none of that is enough. I bet ya My pocket book goes a lil deeper than there's and we all know how important of a quality that is.. [The fans begin to boo as Greedy kinda winks to the crowd.] "THE RICH ONE" STEVE GREEDY: Shut up, Most of you hollering are the gold digging lil' sluts I am talking bout... [The boo's reach there climax as Greedy chuckles lightly... Greedy props up against the turnbuckle, and looks to the ramp way leading to the ring..] "THE RICH ONE" STEVE GREEDY: Alright boys, which one of you unlucky souls is first go _BANKRUPT_ here tonight... [Greedy tosses the microphone out of the ring and looks out at the ring entrance.] Jim Robson: Greedy is waiting for the other competitors to come out to the ring. Jack Anderson: And here they come in full force! They are not waiting for any sort of introduction. Jim Robson: They don't need an introduction! Tommy Hawk, Justin Vince Abel, Chris Page, Jim Black, Cesar Risley, Freddy Floyd, Seth Draken, Jacen Canadi, Markus Chrome, Leviathan, Damian Malcolm, Cooper Concrete, Matt Allen and Vile Vince Viper are all making their way to the ring and this battle royal is underway. DING! DING! DING! Jack Anderson: This is going from zero to sixty in a mere few seconds. Jim Robson: Is it ever. It is chaos in the ring. Freddy Floyd is in there and he is going after Seth Draken right away. But Draken isn't taking anything from him as he blocks a punch from Floyd and now fires back with one of his own. Jack Anderson: Look at Tommy Hawk and Justin Vince Abel, the New IC! They have a good idea - use the fact that they're a tag team to their advantage by double teaming someone. Jim Robson: Of course Seth Draken and Cesar Risley have the same advantage, given that they team up as well. Jack Anderson: Yeah, but they're no New IC. Jim Robson: Cooper Concrete seems to have a smart game plan as well - sit in the corner and wait for others to come to him. That way he can go unnoticed as long as possible. Jack Anderson: Bravo Cooper. Jacen Canadi now has Markus Chrome in the corner... and he is fighting to get Chrome over the top, although Chrome is trying to hold on. Jim Robson: But how much longer can he hold on? Jack Anderson: I don't know. One thing I have noticed is that we haven't seen much wrestling so far... mostly brawling. Jim Robson: Obviously... it is very hard to hit a suplex, or something along the lines of that when the ring is so full. [After holding on to the top rope for so long, Chrome manages to roll under the bottom rope to get back in the ring and avoid being eliminated.] Jack Anderson: Steve Greedy is now working on Leviathan. Jim Robson: Leviathan is one of the bigger men in this rumble. It could be tough for him to get him over the top, but you can't discount him for trying because he is giving it a 110%. Jack Anderson: But hold on... here comes Cooper Concrete! He's finally got up from sitting in the corner and he's quickly going over to help Greedy!! Cooper and Greedy... THEY THROW LEVIATHAN OVER THE TOP ROPE!! LEVIATHAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY GREEDY AND COOPER! Jim Robson: They got the big man over. [As Leviathan leaves the ringside arena he kicks the steel steps in frustration.] Jack Anderson: Ohh... he's mad. Jim Robson: I don't blame him. Being eliminated first has to be a disappointment for him. Meanwhile in the ring Chris Page is working over the newcomer, Vile Vince Viper. Jack Anderson: You know, I was talking to Page earlier and he said that he was hoping that everyone in the battle royal, as well as Salem, are ready for the fight of their lives, because that is what he was going to give them. [Chris Page has Vile Vince Viper on the turnbuckle in the corner... however VVV is hanging on for dear life.] Jim Robson: Well Page wants to show that he does belong here in the IWF/WOW and tonight he has a very good chance to do that. [Page continues to try and eliminate Viper... but before he can, Jacen Canadi comes over to make the save for Viper by drilling Page with a shot to the head from behind.] Jack Anderson: Ohh... Page fell to the mat after that fist to the back of the neck by Canadi. Jim Robson: Over on the other side of the ring Markus Chrome is setting up Matt Allen. Allen is staggering along the ropes... here comes Chrome! HERE CLOTHESLINE BY CHROME... NO!! ALLEN TURNS IT INTO A BACK BODY DROP!! MARKUS CHROME IS GONE!! Jack Anderson: That's two. And now it looks like the same is about to happen to Cesar Risley as he goes after Damian Malcolm... BUT NO!! RISLEY HANGS ON! Damian Malcolm almost had him gone. Jim Robson: Risley is fairly new to the IWF/WOW, and you know, I think it would catch peoples attention if he managed to win this thing, and I honestly believe he has the talent to do it. Jack Anderson: What? Are you kidding me? Against people like Damian Malcolm, Cooper Concrete and Steve Greedy? Please. Jim Robson: I'm serious Jack. His athleticism is amazing. Cesar looks more like an athlete than a pro-wrestler and when you mix those two attributes together, you've got one hell of a wrestler on your hands. He has reflexes like a cat and speed to burn Jack Anderson: But what about his biggest disadvantage? His size? He isn't the biggest wrestler in here - in fact I think he might be the smallest. What's going to happen when someone like Matt Allen comes after him? Jim Robson: I don't know, but I do believe he has the talent to take it all. Back in the ring, Malcolm may have almost eliminated Risley a few moments ago... but now he has Jim Black... AND HE THROWS JIM BLACK OVER THE TOP!! Black has been eliminated by Damian Malcolm. Jack Anderson: One half of the New IC is taking on one half of Mach II now as Tommy Hawk and Seth Draken do battle. HAWK THROWS DRAKEN OVER THE TOP! HE'S GON... [POP!] Jim Robson: NO!! DRAKEN SPINS AND CATCHES THE TOP ROPE! Jack Anderson: What? Jim Robson: SLINGSHOT BY DRAKEN SENDING HIM BACK INTO THE RING BY GOING THROUGH THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE! What a move to stay alive. [The fans start a small "Draken! Draken! Draken!" chant.] Jack Anderson: Draken is back to his feet now. Hawk can't believe it. Jim Robson: DRAKEN WITH A BOOT TO THE GUT! AND NOW A T-BONE SUPLEX ON TOMMY HAWK! Jack Anderson: Hawk is down on the mat. Jim Robson: Here comes Freddy Floyd after Draken! BUT DRAKEN BACKDROPS FLOYD OVER THE TOP AND TO THE OUTSIDE! FLOYD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY SETH DRAKEN! Jack Anderson: Wow.. that came out of no where! [A loud chorus of boos suddenly comes over the arena. Why? Because the man who the winner will face, Salem, is coming down to the ring - with the IWF/WOW North American Championship wrapped around his waist.] Jack Anderson: Here comes Salem! Jim Robson: I wonder what he might want? Jack Anderson: I don't know. Jim Robson: It appears that officials are telling him to leave the ringside area until his match is set to begin, but he is refusing. [Salem begins yelling into the ring about eliminating "Canadi".] Jack Anderson: What is he yelling? Jim Robson: It appears as if Salem is yelling at the New IC, telling them to eliminate Jacen Canadi. [Justin Vince Abel nods his head at Salem.] Jack Anderson: It appears that they got the message from him. [As officials continue to try and get Salem to leave, it seems that he is finally agreeing to leave the area.] Jim Robson: And now both Abel and Hawk are going after Jacen Canadi! The New IC are going to eliminate him. Jack Anderson: They've got Canadi in their grips... but hold on... HERE COMES BOTH MEMBERS OF MACH II, SETH DRAKEN AND CESAR RISLEY! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ON BOTH MEMBERS OF THE NEW IC... AND BOTH TOMMY HAWK AND JUSTIN VINCE ABEL HAVE NOW BEEN ELIMINATED THANKS TO MACH II!! Jim Robson: And trust me, they weren't doing that as a favor to Jacen Canadi as they are now going to work on him... they've got Canadi up... Canadi is trying to hold on... Jack Anderson: But here comes Matt Allen! Allen takes on Cesar Risley... and just as I said earlier, the powerful Allen will out battle Risley. Jim Robson: Meanwhile over on the other side of the ring Cooper Concrete and Damian Malcolm are duking it out. Jack Anderson: Cooper Concrete has Damian Malcolm reeling... Malcolm is desperately trying to hold onto the top rope, but Cooper Concrete is trying to get him over the top. Jim Robson: COOPER HAS MALCOLM OVER THE TOP!!! Jack Anderson: But Malcolm crawls through the middle of the rope to get back in. Jim Robson: Malcolm gets the advantage. LOW BLOW BY DAMIAN MALCOLM!!! Malcolm with a clothesline... COOPER GOES OVER... NO!!! COOPER MANAGERS TO HANG ON!! Malcolm is still fighting though. Jack Anderson: I can't believe Cooper held on that time... I thought Malcolm had him over for sure. But Malcolm is still trying, and he has Cooper on the top rope. Jim Robson: HOLD ON!! HERE COMES JACEN CANADI AND VILE VINCE VIPER FROM BEHIND!!! THEY SCOOP MALCOLM UP AND... [POP!] Jack Anderson: ... NOW BOTH COOPER CONCRETE AND DAMIAN MALCOLM GO OVER THE TOP!! THEY ARE GONE! Jim Robson: And we are down to seven men... Chris Page, Cesar Risley, Seth Draken, Jacen Canadi, Matt Allen, Steve Greedy and Vile Vince Viper. Jack Anderson: Not a bad showing by the newcomer Vile Vince Viper, eh? Jim Robson: He has certainly impressed me. [Suddenly the fans begin point to the entranceway... someone is coming down once again... who is it?] Jim Robson: Who is that? Jack Anderson: That's Sean Christopher! Jim Robson: We haven't seen him in a little while! [Sean Christopher comes down to the ring dressed in black jeans and a black tight shirt. He walks about halfway down, and watches on.] Jack Anderson: I wonder what he is doing back here? Jim Robson: I'm not sure. Back in the ring though we have Chris Page... Page has Cesar Risley. He lifts him up... IT LOOKS LIKE RISLEY IS ON HIS WAY OUT!! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! Jim Robson: Page has Risley over the top rope... [POP!] Jim Robson: Woah! Hold on... RISLEY TURNS HIMSELF AROUND IN MIDAIR... HE FLIPS OFF THE TOP ROPES... ASAI MOONSAULT ON CHRIS PAGE! HE TAKES PAGE DOWN TO THE MAT!! Jack Anderson: Wow... now _that_ was a show by Risley. Jim Robson: What? Someone impressing you? Oh my. Jack Anderson: Shut up. Jim Robson: Sean Christopher is still watching this match... Steve Greedy is working over Matt Allen. Greedy has Allen backed in a corner... HARD CHOP! Crowd: WHOOOO! Jim Robson: And again! Crowd: WHOOOO! Jim Robson: And one more ti... NO!! ALLEN BLOCKS IT AND GRABS GREEDY... HE TURNS THINGS AROUND AND NOW STEVE GREEDY IS IN THE CORNER... ALLEN DRIVES A KNEE INTO THE GUT OF GREEDY! Jack Anderson: And Greedy falls right down to the mat. Jim Robson: Chris Page is back up to his feet... he sees Vile Vince Viper over by the ropes. Viper is looking to the corner, watching Matt Allen beat on Steve Greedy. He doesn't see Page sneaking up behind him. Jack Anderson: He had better watch out! Jim Robson: Here comes Page... CLOTHESLINE!! HE SENDS VIPER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! Jack Anderson: Ohh... Page got him when he wasn't looking. That's nasty, but smart. Jim Robson: Viper looks upset on the outside. He's yelling up at Page. Page looks down... AND VIPER SPITS SOME BLACK MIST IN HIS FACE!! It looks like Chris Page is blinded - he can't see a thing. Jack Anderson: We are down to six... here comes Seth Draken now! He noticed that Page had been blinded and is looking to take advantage of it... DRAKEN WITH A SUPERKICK TO PAGE!! PAGE FALLS ON THE ROPES - BUT HE DOESN'T GO OVER! Jim Robson: Draken now backs up... HE CHARGES! CLOTHESLINE ON PAGE! NO!! PAGE TURNS IT INTO A BACK DROP... DRAKEN IS OVER THE TOP... BUT HE LANDS ON THE RING APRON!! Jack Anderson: Allen sees all of this... HERE HE COMES WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO TRY AND SEND PAGE OVER... BUT PAGES MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND ALLEN HITS SETH DRAKEN! DRAKEN FALLS TO THE MAT AND HE IS GONE!! Allen notices what he has just done... BUT NOW HERE COMES PAGE FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! HE SENDS MATT ALLEN OVER!! Jim Robson: Two quick eliminations. Both Allen and Draken are gone. Jack Anderson: They are falling quickly now. Jim Robson: Seth Draken is on the outside. He looks very disappointed in himself. Jack Anderson: Why? I was surprised to see him last _this_ long. Jim Robson: I think he expected more, and I don't blame him. I thought he would make it longer myself. He really looks upset. Jack Anderson: Aww, poor, poor Sethy. Jim Robson: He's probably considers this to be a big setback. This was a big chance for him. [After a few moments, Sean Christopher walks over to Seth Draken.] Jack Anderson: Christopher is standing there... he's taunting him! Jim Robson: This is uncalled for. Jack Anderson: He's calling him... he's calling him a loser [laughs] That's funny, because it's true. Jim Robson: Huh? Oh give me a break. Sean Christopher is harassing Seth Draken and this is uncalled for. [Inside the ring, Jacen Canadi nearly has Steve Greedy eliminated...] Jim Robson: HOLD ON!! DRAKEN JUST DRILLED SEAN CHRISTOPHER!! Jack Anderson: WHAT!? [... but before Canadi can eliminate Greedy, he rolls in under the ring ropes.] Jack Anderson: Now that was uncalled for by Draken. I mean Christopher wasn't even involved in this match. Give _me_ a break! Jim Robson: Officials are now forcing Sean Christopher to the back, and they are telling Seth Draken to leave too. But he doesn't want too... he wants to wait on the outside to cheer on his partner, Cesar Risley. Jack Anderson: Get rid of him!! And now... please! Jim Robson: It looks like officials are letting him stay. Although they are making him stand back some. Jack Anderson: Back inside the ring Cesar Risley is standing back some. Jim Robson: You know in this battle royal we have seen a very different "Next Generation". This isn't that first time tonight that we have seen him standing back wanting no part in the action. Of course, that is good strategy - stay out of the action. Jack Anderson: True enough. Jim Robson: We are down to the final four... Steve Greedy, Jacen Canadi, Chris Page and Cesar Risley! Jack Anderson: Jacen Canadi goes after Chris Page! They back into a corner and quickly exchange blows back and forth. Jim Robson: And Risley and Greedy lock up. Cesar Risley takes control of the situation... 3/4 FACE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP BY CESAR RISLEY!! That moves throws Steve Greedy into the corner. Jack Anderson: Greedy is looking a little dazed and confused in the corner. He had better be careful though... Cesar Risley backs up some... Jim Robson: CORNER SOMERSAULT BODY ATTACK BY CESAR RISLEY!! Greedy is down and out! Jack Anderson: He maybe out, but he's not down. Risley picks him up and sets him up on the ropes... Jim Robson: Risley runs up onto the second rope... HE SPRINGBOARDS UP... AND A DROPKICK BY CESAR RISLEY SENDS STEVE GREEDY OVER THE TOP!! [POP!] Jim Robson: Amazing move by "The Next Generation" to eliminate Greedy. Jack Anderson: And his tag team partner Seth Draken is cheering on the outside. Jim Robson: Risley comes over to Page who is working over Canadi... AND NOW PAGE DRILLS RISLEY!! Jack Anderson: Risley is down and Page is looking at him... BUT JACEN CANADI COMES FROM BEHIND... CANADI PICKS UP "THE AMERICAN RAGE" CHRIS PAGE AND... AND... Jim Robson: HE HITS HIM WITH A BACK SUPLEX TO SEND PAGE OVER THE TOP AND ELIMINATE HIM!! Chris Page is gone and the winner will be either the man who eliminated him, Jacen Canadi, or the youngster, Cesar Risley. Jack Anderson: Well Canadi isn't wasting anytime to let Cesar Risley get to his feet, that's for sure. Canadi goes down to the mat... and... HE LOCKS ON THE FOUR OF A KIND!! Jim Robson: Risley is screaming in pain! That is an angled reverse figure four leg lock, and a painful one at that. Jack Anderson: Seth Draken looks rather worried on the outside, but he is still cheering on Risley. Jim Robson: This is a painful hold for sure... Risley is fighting it, and the fans here in Calgary are solidly behind him. [Throughout the arena chants of "RISLEY! RISLEY! RISLEY!" breakout. Seth Draken, who is still standing in the aisle, encourages them to get louder and louder, which they continue to do.] Jack Anderson: Can someone tell these fans to quiet up some? Jim Robson: Why don't you? Jack Anderson: Unn... because it's not my job. Jim Robson: Well Canadi finally lets go of the hold. He knows he can't win by a submission... he picks Risley up. Jack Anderson: He is going to throw him over! Jim Robson: Hip toss by Canadi to get Risley over the top... BUT RISLEY HANGS ON!! Canadi can't believe it... HE STOMPS ON RISLEY'S FOOT!! Risley is still standing though... he is hanging on to the top rope with both hands... Canadi backs off... HARD RIGHT HAND TO THE HEAD OF RISLEY... RISLEY FALLS BACK SOME... BUT HE IS STILL HANGING ON... CANADI IS SHOCKED!! JACEN CANADI WITH ANOTHER SHOT TO THE HEAD OF CESAR RISLEY!! RISLEY IS STILL JUST BARELY HANGING ON BY A THREAD!!! CANADI SETS HIM UP FOR ONE MORE.... BUT NO!! RISLEY DUCKS!! CESAR RISLEY QUICKLY COMES THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE ROPES... AND HE SPEARS JACEN CANADI!! Jack Anderson: I don't believe it! Jim Robson: Risley is back in the ring. Canadi is on his feet... DROPKICK BY CESAR RISLEY SENDS JACEN CANADI FLYING INTO THE CORNER OF THE RING!! Jack Anderson: Oh no! I don't like the looks of his. Jim Robson: RISLEY CHARGES WITH A BODY SPASH IN THE CORNER... ... BUT CANADI MOVES!! RISLEY HITS THE CORNER HARD! CANADI TURNS AROUND AND SEES RISLEY IN THE CORNER... CANADI WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE AND.... ... AND ... ... RISLEY GOES OVER THE TOP AND TO THE OUTSIDE! DING! DING! DING! Jack Anderson: JACEN CANADI WINS IT!! FRANCINE: Here is your winner of the match... !!! JACEN CANADI !!! Jim Robson: And Canadi will get the shot at Salem. Jack Anderson: Salem should have an easy time with him. ["OH YEAH" by FOXY BROWN begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos. ] Jim Robson: Whoa! Here comes Salem! Jacen Canadi's celebration has been cut short. Jack Anderson: Ha! Erica didn't even get a chance to get in the ring. Jim Robson: I don't know if I agree with this setup Jack, Canadi must be exhausted. Jack Anderson: Well he better catch his second wind, because Salem is on his way. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH! \ /\ / / | (_) | Salem vs Jacen Canadi \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= -------------------------> WRITER: Josh Harris <------------------------- FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Parts Unknown standing at an even 6 feet and weighing in at 235 pounds, here is ... SALEM! [Salem without hesitation begins walking towards the ring, a sly grin across his face.] Jack Anderson: Looks like Salem is looking forward to this Jim. Jim Robson: What do you expect Jack, Canadi can barely stand. [Salem approaches the ring apron and reaches up for the ropes to pull himself into the ring.] POP! Jim Robson: HERE COMES CANADI! BASEBALL SLIDE TO SALEM! Salem is down, and he's surprised. Jack Anderson: Look at Canadi's eyes Jim, that second wind you were talking about, looks like he has it. [Salem stands up slowly, looking at the ref, and then pointing towards Canadi. The ref backs up Canadi allowing Salem to safely enter the ring.] Jim Robson: Here we go folks. This one's for the NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP! DING! DING! DING! [POP!] Jim Robson: Both men circling the ring, and here comes Salem again. [Both men lock up; Salem forces the much more tired Canadi into the corner.] Jim Robson: Geoff Cartwright in to break the hold. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [Salem breaks the hold and slowly backs away.] Jack Anderson: Salem just NAILED Canadi with a knife-edge chop. I love it when they do that. Jim Robson: Yeah, but the official is really giving it to Salem right now. [Both men start circling the ring again, this time Canadi makes initiative.] Jim Robson: Canadi locks on a side headlock. Here we go, Salem throws Canadi into the ropes. CANADI DUCKS THE CLOTHELINE! COMING BACK, OHH SALEM STILL LANDED THE CLOTHELINE! Jack Anderson: You can tell that Canadi is tired; I think the whole baseball slide thing was just to throw Salem's game off. Jim Robson: Quite possibly, but it seems as though Salem is on the attack now. [UGHH!] [UGHH!] [UGHH!] Jim Robson: Salem with gruesome kicks to the abdomen of Canadi. Jack Anderson: I really like that kind of offense. [Salem pulls Canadi up, to where he's sitting up.] Jim Robson: SALEM OFF THE ROPES! [UGHHHHH!] Jim Robson: BASEBALL SLIDE INTO THE BACK OF JACEN CANADI! Jacen seems to be struggling now. Jack Anderson: But, look, Salem is showing no remorse. He's picking him back up. Jim Robson: Not another one! [UGHHHH!] Jim Robson: ANOTHER BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE BACK OF CANADI! [This time Salem reaches down and brings Canadi all the way up.] Jim Robson: Salem spins Jacen around, and throws him into the ropes. SUPER KICK FROM SAL- NO! JACEN DUCKED! Jacen's coming back around...Salem jumps, Jacen ducks underneath. Jacen coming around for a third time. DOUBLE CLOTHELINE! Both men down. Jack Anderson: Yeah, now I'm bored. Now they're just running around. [Salem makes it to his feet much quicker then Jacen.] Jim Robson: Salem making his way over to Canadi again, this time more carefully it seems. [Salem brings Canadi to his feet, Canadi explodes with some power wrapping his arms around the waist of Salem.] Jim Robson: GERMAN SUPLEX! HE KEEPS THE HOLD! Both men back up. ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX! HE KEEPS THE HOLD AGAIN! [THUDDDD!] Jim Robson: A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX, JACEN BRIDGES! AND THE COUNT! ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . Jim Robson: Salem kicks out of it. Jack Anderson: Look at that, Jacen Canadi just wore himself out. And Salem is already to his feet. Jim Robson: Yes, but is Jacen playing opossum again, or is he really out? [Salem once again bends down to pick Jacen up, this time Jacen is seemingly out cold.] Jim Robson: Salem is holding Canadi up by the- Uh oh, here comes Erica. [Erica jumps up on the apron yelling at Salem, the ref quickly darts towards the ropes trying to ward off the interference.] Jim Robson: OWW! Jacen Canadi just kicked Salem in his family belongings, and with that Salem goes down. Jack Anderson: My kind of strategy. Jim Robson: Yes Jack, we know. [Erica jumps down off the apron smiling, Canadi turns around, and begins stalking the injured Salem.] Jim Robson: Jacen runs to the ropes, here he comes. [UGHH!] Jim Robson: BASEBALL SLIDE OFF THE ROPES! Jack Anderson: Pay back is a bitch. Jim Robson: That it is. Canadi picking up Salem now, looks like Canadi is gonna try to get some offense started. Jack Anderson: He better try something if he wants that title. [Canadi lifts up Salem] Jim Robson: A strong power slam by Jacen Canadi. No hesitation here folks, Jacen is going right back after him. [THUD!] [THUD!] [THUD!] Jim Robson: Jacen Canadi seems as though he is mirroring Salem's previous offense, first with the baseball slide, now with the kicks to the abdomen. Jack Anderson: No matter, as long as someone is doing something. [Canadi pulls Salem up by the hair, and throws him into the ropes.] Jim Robson: ERICA PULLED THE TOP ROPE DOWN! Salem just tumbled over to the outside. Jack Anderson: Hardcore style rules. WOOO! Jim Robson: The official is trying to keep Jacen inside, but Jacen will have nothing of it. [Jacen carefully makes his way to the outside, landing softly near Salem. Salem stands.] Jim Robson: Stiff right to the jaw of Salem. Stiff left! [RIGHT!] [LEFT!] [RIGHT!] Jim Robson: What is this, a boxing match? [Jacen Canadi draws back again.] Jim Robson: Salem blocked! STIFF RIGHT BY SALEM! [LEFT!] [RIGHT!] [LEFT!] Jim Robson: Salem's got Jacen on the retreat. Salem moves in, he's got a hold. [BIG THUDD!] Jim Robson: DDT! DDT! JACEN CANADI IS DOWN! Jack Anderson: You could hear his skull making contact with the floor. Jim Robson: Salem breaks the ref's count and rolls back into the ring. What's he doing? [Salem positions himself in the ring, in front of Canadi, who's still down outside.] Jim Robson: Erica's helping Jacen up now. Jack Anderson: Jacen Canadi looks lost. Jim Robson: Jacen's back on his feet. NO! HERE COMES SALEM! [Salem sprints to the ropes and dives out of the ring.] Jim Robson: SUICIDE DIVE! THE CURSE OF DEATH! THE CURSE OF DEATH! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Jim Robson: Both men are down. Jack Anderson: Did you see Salem waiting? That was planned. Jim Robson: Right. Well, Salem is already moving. Makes sense though, Jacen Canadi took most of the impact, from Salem, _and_ the railing. [Salem finally makes it to his feet.] Jim Robson: Salem's picking up Canadi again. He rolls Canadi back into the ring. Thank God for that. Jack Anderson: Aw, I was starting to enjoy that. [Salem lifts Jacen up from the mat, and carefully walks him over to the turnbuckle.] Jim Robson: Salem has Jacen cornered. [Salem begins littering Canadi with punches, and as Canadi begins to drop to the mat, Salem changes the punches to kicks. Jim Robson: BEAT DOWN! Another weapon from the North American Champion's arsenal. [LEFT] [RIGHT!] [LEFT!] [KICK!] [KICK!] [KICK!] [KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK!] [Mild POP!] Jim Robson: Salem is determined to keep his title. Look! He's picking the "Wild Card" back up now. [Salem hoists Canadi up to the top rope.] Jim Robson: Salem easily positions Jacen on the top rope. Geoff Cartwright showing his displeasure by arguing with Salem. Jack Anderson: Oh give me a break. Geoff Cartwright is a tool. [Salem disregards the warnings from the official and begins climbing the turnbuckle as well. He continues to lift Jacen, until both of them are standing on top of the turnbuckle. Salem begins falling back, and pulls Jacen Canadi's head underneath his arm.] Jim Robson: OH MY GOD! EVENFLOW DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE! JACEN CANADI IS MOTIONLESS! Salem with the cover! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE- THE WILD CARD KICKS OUT! Jim Robson: WOW! JACEN CANADI IS STILL GOING! AND BOY IS SALEM PISSED OFF! [Salem jumps up and begins backing the ref into the corner.] Jack Anderson: I agree with Salem, that was a slow count. Jim Robson: Either way, the match continues. MY LORD, JACEN CANADI IS MOVING! And, Erica is back on the apron. Jack Anderson: I believe Salem has had enough of that bit-, that woman. [Salem slowly walks over to Erica, both staring at one another, Erica's eyes are much more inviting then Salem's. From behind, Jacen Canadi shakes the cobwebs, and runs towards Salem.] Jim Robson: THE "WILD CARD" just caught Salem in the back of the neck with a wicked clothesline. [Jacen runs through Salem, and stops at the ropes. Canadi leans over the ropes as Erica smiles and once again falls back to the floor. Deep breath from Jacen Canadi, and he turns to continue the match.] Jim Robson: Canadi lifting up Salem now, HE KEEPS GOING! HE'S GOT SALEM SETUP IN A BRAINBUSTER! [Out of fatigue, Jacen loses the hold, and drops Salem back down to his feet.] Jim Robson: Straight kick to the gut of Salem. Salem's wrenching over. ONCE AGAIN JACEN LIFTS SALEM UP INTO A BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX! [Jacen holds Salem up above him for a second, trying to balance everything out. Jacen falls back.] Jim Robson: BLOODRUSH DDT! AND SALEM IS DOWN! Jack Anderson: Not only that, but Jacen is down again. And guess what Jim, I bet we can credit it to him being tired. [The crowd shoots to its feet, redirecting their attention to the entranceway.] Jim Robson: HERE COMES OUTER CHOICE! [James Brockwell, walking side by side with Lance Tombs, begins making their way to the ring.] Jack Anderson: Both Canadi, and Salem are out for the count, so this should be easy pickings for Outer Choice. [As Outer Choice gets closer to the ring, a small rustle begins in the crowd.] Jim Robson: MACH II is on the scene! [The boys of Mach II tear over the fence and meet the guys of Outer Choice full force. Both teams start battling on the ramp way.] Jim Robson: MACH II JUST CUT OFF OUTER CHOICE! But Outer Choice was prepared; they have Mach II backing down the ramp. [Outer Choice continue to force Mach II towards the ring, quickly Seth Draken comes back with an explosive right hand, nailing Lance Tombs right across the jaw. Seth takes a hold of Lance and with a quick throw] Jim Robson: Tombs was just thrown into the crowd by Seth Draken. Draken turns and he looks to be heading towards his partner, Brockwell is in trouble. Jack Anderson: Mach II is nothing but a couple of punks, Brockwell should be able to fend the two of them off with ease. LANCE TOMBS IS BACK! [Security appears from behind the curtain running full speed at the battling teams. Quickly all four members are pulled apart, and escorted to the back.] Jim Robson: Well, I'm not sure what the purpose of all of that was, but lets get back to the action. [Both men, are now beginning to move a bit. Canadi is actually showing more life then Salem. Canadi stands, but nearly falls back down, only to be kept up by the ropes.] Jack Anderson: The champ is up. Jim Robson: Canadi turns around, and- what is this Jack? They are just looking at each other. This has been a war, big move after big move. Salem MUST be surprised with this kid's heart. Jack Anderson: Salem is surprised at anything, he's just giving Canadi time to count his blessing. Jim Robson: Either way, both men are standing face to face and HERE THEY GO! A RIGHT FROM SALEM! LEFT FROM CANADI! THIS HAS TURNED INTO A FIST FIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Jack Anderson: Salem, once again has Jacen Canadi backing up into the corner. Jim Robson: Indeed he does, wait! Salem going for the GREEN MIST! NO CANADI JUST GAVE SALEM A HARD KNEE TO THE GUT! SALEM GOES DOWN! [Canadi stalks over Salem and begins kicking the HELL out of Salem's stomach.] Jim Robson: LOOK JACK! Salem just coughed up the Green Mist. Canadi is picking up Salem now. He locks on a- STOMACHBREAKER TO SALEM! Salem is down again. AND THE COVER! ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . SALEM KICKS OUT! Jack Anderson: I knew that wasn't enough. Jim Robson: Doesn't matter, Jacen is back up, and it looks as though he has Salem right where he wants him. Wait, what the HELL IS THIS! Salem, Salem seems to be chanting something, and staring into the eyes of Jacen! [Salem slowly stands up, his eyes look almost hypnotic.] Jim Robson: Canadi can't believe Salem is back up after that! Out of intimidation Salem has Canadi back into the corner. Jack Anderson: I don't think that its intimidation Jim, I think it's that witch doctor stuff. Magic, you know? That crazy stuff them foreigner's use. [From outside the ring Erica begins yelling at the "Wild Card", quickly Jacen snaps out of it.] Jim Robson: Looks like Jacen has returned, and he's CHARGING AT SALEM! Salem sidesteps! DROP TOE HOLD ON JACEN! Salem back to his feet, he reaches down and picks up Jacen Canadi. KICK TO THE STOMACH, JACEN BENDS, SALEM OFF THE ROPE! HE'S GOING FOR _"THE PLAGUE!"_ [Salem comes off the ropes, he jumps to connect the kick to the back of Jacen's head.] Jim Robson: JACEN MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! CLOTHELINE TO SALEM! THE MATCH CONTINUES! What desperation Jack. [Salem gets back to his feet, but Jacen takes hold, he shoves Salem's head underneath his arm.] Jim Robson: DDT ON SALEM! Jacen pulls Salem to the middle of the ring, he's SIGNALLING FOR THE END! [Jacen begins looping, and bending, and tying his legs into something resembling a retarded pretzel, he locks the hold, and PULLS BACK!] Jim Robson: "FOUR OF A KIND" ON SALEM! Jacen Canadi's painful modified figure four is locked on, and SALEM IS FLOPPING AROUND LIKE A DEAD FISH! Geoff Cartwright is right in Salem's face. [Salem refuses to tap, he slaps around on the mat, trying to pull himself to the ropes, but it seems as though he has no where else to go. Salem calms himself, trying to absorb the pain as he sets up.] Jim Robson: GREEN MIST TO THE FACE OF JACEN CANADI! LOOKS LIKE HE DIDN'T GET ALL OF IT! JACEN BREAKS THE HOLD! [Canadi shoots to his feet rubbing at his eyes, at the same time Salem begins slithering around the ring, trying to get the feeling back into his legs.] Jim Robson: What a match for the North American title folks! Jacen Canadi thought he had it, HELL I THOUGHT HE HAD IT! Jack Anderson: I told you Jim. Foreigners. They have all kinds of special tricks. Ever seen someone like Reason spit green stuff? Jim Robson: No I haven't. Salem is up now, and he's got his cross airs locked on Jacen Canadi. Salem is headed towards Canadi's way, and Canadi has to be blind. [Salem approaches from the far side of the ring, making his way to Canadi, suddenly Canadi turns, and dashes towards Salem.] Jim Robson: SPEAR FROM CANADI! LOOKS LIKE THE GREEN MIST WASN'T THAT EFFECTIVE AFTER ALL! Jack Anderson: I guess Canadi got most of it out after all. Jim Robson: Jacen Canadi doesn't even stand back to his feet, he crawls down Salem's body and HE'S LOOKING FOR HIS "FOUR OF A KIND" AGAIN! [Salem tries to fight out of it, but Canadi skillfully intertwines his legs with Salem's once again, and he pulls back!] Jim Robson: HE HAS IT ON AGAIN! JACEN IS PULLING BACK HARD NOW, AND SALEM IS STRUGGLING! Jack Anderson: Oh, yay. Here comes Cartwright again. Jim Robson: JACEN ARCHES HIS BACK, HE'S GOT ALL THE FORCE INTO IT THIS TIME! SALEM BRINGS HIS HAND UP! . . . . . . [POP!] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . AND HE TAPS! SALEM IS TAPPING AND GEOFF CARTWRIGHT CALLS FOR THE BELL! DING! DING! DING! FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen……..the winner of this match "Do you feel lucky? WELL DO YA! PUNK!" FRANCINE: …..and the _NEW_ NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! ----THE "WILD CARD" _JACEN_ CANADI!--- ["Ace of Spades" by Motorhead explodes over the PA, and Erica sprints into the ring to congratulate Jacen Canadi.] Jim Robson: WOW! WHAT A MATCH! CANADI WINS THE RUMBLE! AND NOW HE'S THE NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! Jack Anderson: I don't believe it. I thought Salem had him for sure. Jim Robson: Not at all. It is Jacen Canadi who came out on top here tonight. Jack Anderson: And he is now the new North American champion. Jim Robson: What a hot start to the night. [Canadi, with his new North American title wrapped around his waist, leaves the ring along with Erica.] Jack Anderson: Who knows what else might go down here tonight in Calgary. After all, the night is young. Jim Robson: Right now we are being told that Anthony Edwards is standing backstage with the man who will face Trevor Storm later tonight in a Stairway to Hell match - Nate McMannis... lets go to them. [The camera cuts to the locker room area. It focuses on Anthony Edwards, decked out in a tuxedo for tonight's festivities.] Anthony Edwards: I/W fans, I have the... _privilege_ of interviewing one of the biggest IWF/WOW stars that we've seen in quite some time... he's one of the best wrestlers in this sport's history, and I think he's one of the most amazing -- Voice: -- what the fuck are you talking about? [Pop! The camera pans out, and reveals "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, wearing his ring attire, with the Intercontinental Title around his waist.] Nate McMannis: Your forearms must be tired from jacking me off, Tony. Anthony Edwards: I was just -- Nate McMannis: -- yeah, you were _just_... look, I know I flipped out on you last week, but you have to understand that you were just a victim of circumstance. You came to interview me at the wrong time, and I guess I took it a little too far... you know that you're my boy, Tony. I wouldn't hurt ya. [Edwards sighs and lets out a smirk, before McMannis lunges at him, scaring the crap out of the interviewer. Edwards backs off, but McMannis chuckles.] Nate McMannis: I'm just playin' around you goofy fuck. Anthony Edwards: That... that was hilarious. Nate McMannis: I thought so... but we're not out here to exchange pleasantries, are we? You were forced into the position of interviewing me because we wanted to spike the ratings. Maybe John from Wichita will call his pal Tim from Grand Rapids and say, "Hey Tim... check out this shit... order Wrestlefest on pay per view, Nate McMannis is dropping the f-bomb like Nixon on Hunai." Jurkschat wanted to see the rage that he saw when I cracked a cane across the Rookie's brow on MAYHEM. Well I'll tell you what... I'm not going to. Because you see, I'm _harnessing_ my anger and rage, and I'm collecting it _deep_ inside me... yeah, I'm a psychiatrist's nightmare right now. [He grins.] Nate McMannis: Every fiber of my being is yelling at me... telling me to go find Trevor Storm's locker room and finish this job. But that ain't gonna happen. I'm keeping collected, because I know that once we step in the ring... once the Stairway to Hell starts... I can do _anything_ that I want to you, Storm. And it's all _legal_. So, Rookie... I'm showing the mark of a true veteran... I'm gonna bide my time, and I'm gonna wait until I see your silly ass across the ring from me. And then I'm gonna cripple you. [McMannis takes hold of the mic, holding it just above where Edwards holds it.] Nate McMannis: That's the difference between you and me, Storm. You're the Rookie. You saw a good thing, and you grabbed onto my coattails. You've been hanging off of my nuts and getting the fame that comes with it. I've been wrestling for a _decade_, Rookie. I did my time in Japan and I did my time here in North America, doing the indies, putting the meals on the table check by check. Edwards... why'd you come out here to interview me, knowing what I did to you on Wednesday? [McMannis turns to Edwards, turning his attention away from the camera.] Anthony Edwards: Because... it's my job. Nate McMannis: That's right... and if you walked up to Jurkschat and said, "I'm not interviewing that hostile fuck"... you'd lose your job. Right? Anthony Edwards: I... guess that's true. Nate McMannis: And you gotta feed your kids, right? Anthony Edwards: Well yeah. [McMannis turns back to the camera.] Nate McMannis: Rookie... Anthony Edwards is more of a man than you'll _ever_ be. He pays his fucking dues each night he comes out here and sticks a microphone in the face of a crazy fuck like myself. He earns his keep. You didn't do your time learning the ropes. You don't have the fucking _respect_ that I have. I never went out to end your career, Storm... I had enough respect for you, trying to feed _your_ family, to do my best to make sure that you could keep doing that. You tried to end my career, Rookie. You tried to put me on the fucking shelf for _good_. You don't do that to one of the boys, pal. Ask Rock.. ask Arcola... ask Travers... ask St. Clair... you make it in this business by respecting the guy you're fighting, because half of your paycheck is because the other guy made you look good. [He spits on the ground, getting a little fired up.] Nate McMannis: Hell, buy yourself a phonebook, Rookie, and look up some of the guys that _made_ the I/W. Call up Derrick DaMann, and see if he ever purposely tried to end someone's career. [Pop for Derrick DaMann!] Nate McMannis: Call Christopher Stonebreaker down in New Orleans and see if his Ragin' Cajun ass ever tried to kill a man's livelihood. [Big pop for Stonebreaker!] Nate McMannis: I've tried to injure people before, and so has everyone... but _nobody_ has tried to end my career... until you came along, Rookie. You just don't have the _respect_ that it takes to be a star in the I/W. But you're in luck... 'cause you see, you picked the right guy to fuck with. I'll teach you respect, Rookie. [He smiles.] Nate McMannis: Tonight... when you go home in an ambulance... you'll have a newfound respect for Nate McMannis... and you'll have a newfound respect for Toronto, the IWF/WOW, and _wrestling_. Rookie... when Wrestlefest is over... you'll know... that you've... been... [The crowd shouts out "ADDRESSED!" as the camera pans in on McMannis's face. His face is filled with anger, and his nostrils flare with complete fury.] Nate McMannis: Addressed. [He attempts to walk off camera, but...] Voice: Mr. McMannis! Mr. McMannis! [A messenger runs onto camera, carrying a walking cane, with a bow tied around it. He hands it to the Commissioner.] Messenger: Delivery from Trevor Storm, sir. Nate McMannis: What the hell is this? [He opens up the card that is attached to the cane. The camera pans in on it. It reads... "We finish this tonight." ... McMannis crumples the paper up and slams it to the ground, carrying the cane away. We fade back to ringside.] Jim Robson: The Stairway to Hell match is going to be a heated afair. Jack Anderson: I cannot wait. I'm really looking forward to watching Trevor Storm sending Nate McMannis into next week? Jim Robson: You think it will happen? Jack Anderson: I _know_ it will. Jim Robson: Well... Jack Anderson: [interrupting] So? What's up next?? Jim Robson: Well, if you'd like me finish, up next is a grudge match between former IWF/WOW World Champions. It's the returning Hightower taking on "The Headliner" Shane St. Clair!! Let's go up to Francine for the introductions. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ WHO WAS THE GREATER WORLD CHAMPION? \ /\ / / | (_) | Hightower vs Shane St. Clair \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= ------------------------> WRITER: Wade Thompson <------------------------ FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.. ["The Company We Keep " by Systematic begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boo's loudly.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Jacksonville, FL standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 276 pounds, here is ... "THE HEADLINER" SHANE ST. CLAIR!!!!! [Shane St. Clair enters the aisle way, his head bowed and his chin tucked into his chest. He pauses for a moment then looks up around the arena. While he is stopped he takes time to crack his neck once to the left then once to the right. He shakes his head as the first lyrics of the music begins. He moves slowly down the aisle way, the boos of the fan's getting louder the closer he gets to the ring. The camera focuses on him revealing a look of sheer disdain across his face. His upper lip has curled up into a snarl as St. Clair stalks his way to ringside. As Shane gets to ring side the camera starts at the tips of his black wrestling boots and moves up to the knee pads covering both knees. Continuing upwards the camera reveals a pair of yellow thigh length wrestling tights with the word Headliner written across the back in italic print. His upper body is unmatched, a full 8 pack of abs and rock hard pecks. His arms are to the point where the veins seem to bust out of the skin. Black athletic tape wraps around his wrist and stops were the forearm begins. The light reflects off a mixture of sweat and water that soaks the top of his head. After the brief pause St. Clair makes his way towards to the ring steps and climbs upon the ring apron. He pauses for a moment looking at the fans. Turning forward he throws his head back and to the side taking a deep breath. He flexes both of his massive biceps for all the crowd to see, then enters the ring. Moving across the ring into his corner he turns his back against the ropes awaiting his opponent...] FRANCINE: And his opponent... VOICE: Guess who's back ["Cocky" by Kid Rock begins to play over the loudspeakers and the crowd gives a good face pop.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 285 pounds, here is ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The crowd pops as Hightower walks out into the open area, wearing black Nike sunglasses and black shinny leather pants, with a silver lightning bolt down each leg. Hightower stands there for a moment, with his arms folded and a cocky smile on his face as he looks around the arena. Then slowly but surely Hightower makes his way down to the ring, interacting with the fans and getting himself all psyched up. Hightower finally gets to the ring, and jumps up on the ring apron, then grabbing the top ropes he vaults himself into the ring, throwing his arms in the air and twirling around (ala Kurt Angle) stopping dead center in the ring, then after he looks around at the fans in the arena again he throw his right arm up in the air and some fireworks go off above the ring as Hightower prepares for his match.] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Jim Robson: There's the bell, and this grudge match between former World Champions is underway!! Hightower, who is making his return to the IWF/WOW ring, eyes the dangerous Shane St. Clair as the two circle each other, sizing one another up. Jack Anderson: Hightower is going to get his ass kicked. Nobody, especially Hightower, can leave the I/W for a year and expect to defeat Shane St. Clair!! Hightower's only hope would have been to make this match hardcore, and hope for his life that one lucky shot would have knocked St. Clair out cold. Jim Robson: Hightower can take care of himself Jack. The two men come nose to nose in the center of the ring now, jawing at each other... I'd love to know what they're saying.. Jack Anderson: I'm sure it's not PG-13. Jim Robson: St. Clair just slapped Hightower!! Just like he did on Mayhem!! Hightower tackles St. Clair and starts drilling him with right hands!! St. Clair turns Hightower over and starts drilling Hightower with right hands of his own!! Hightower rolls on top of St. Clair now!! St. Clair on top of Hightower!! They're in the ropes now, and Geoff Cartwright is trying his darndesrt to separate these two, but they do NOT want to be separated!! Jack Anderson: I think Hightower is making a mistake! He shouldn't be trying to brawl with St. Clair. St. Clair will destroy him in a brawl... On second thought... BRAWL HIGHTOWER BRAWL!! Jim Robson: Cartwright gets them separated finally and both men are on their feet... Wild swing by St. Clair is ducked by Hightower... DROPKICK TO THE JAW!! Hightower caught St. Clair! Hightower stands as does St. Clair shortly after, and he turns... RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM HIGHTOWER!! Hightower stays right on top of St. Clair as he lifts the big man and sets him up... Vertical Suplex, nicely done!! Jack Anderson: This is a blip Jim. St. Clair won't be held down for long. It doesn't matter that Hightower has held an I/W Tag Title, two North American Titles, three Intercontinental Titles, and The World Title, Shane St. Clair is the better man, period. Jim Robson: But you have to admit it's quite the resume. Jack Anderson: All it tells me is that he lost a LOT of matches. Jim Robson: Hightower lifts St. Clair and whips him into the corner! Hightower follows him in... AND NAILS HIM WITH AN ELBOW IN THE CORNER!! St. Clair slumps to one knee as Hightower yells out raises his arms to this capacity crowd, who cheer in approval!! Jack Anderson: Hightower is making a mistake Jim! Jim Robson: I'll have to agree Jack, he needs to stay on top of St Clair. Don't give the man a chance to breathe, because he's as dangerous as he is a jerk!! Jack Anderson: You should be careful how you speak about him Jim, he's liable to come down here next mayhem and rip your tongue out. Jim Robson: Hightower grabs St. Clair and lifts him... LOW BLOW!! Cartwright didn't see it, but Shane St. Clair used a low blow to buy himself a few seconds!! ST. CLAIR CLIPS HIGHTOWER'S KNEE!! Jack Anderson: Shane attacked the left knee Jim, a well known weak spot of Hightower. Jim Robson: That it is Jack... Shane is up, shaking the cobwebs so to speak, and now is starting to go to work on the left knee of Hightower!! Jack Anderson: By the time St. Clair is done with that knee, Hightower's going to be able to smoke pot legally! Marijuana has been approved for medicinal use here in Canada, and Shane St. Clair may be doing this pothead a favour right now!! Jim Robson: Pain in his left knee would not qualify Hightower Jack... Jack Anderson: Even so, that won't stop him from indulging to take away the pain he'll be in when St. Clair is through with him!! Jim Robson: St. Clair is mercilessly stomping away at that left knee!! St. Clair drags Hightower over to the ropes and drapes the left leg of Hightower on the bottom rope... St. Clair leaps and comes crashing down with his knee onto the knee of Hightower!! You can see the pain in Hightower's face as he clutches at that knee, but St. Clair pulls the leg straight out again, draped over that bottom rope. St. Clair outs his left foot on Hightower's ankle to hold the leg in place, jumps... and crashes down on the knee again!! Jack Anderson: Hightower will be lucky if he can walk after this is over!! Jim Robson: St. Clair seems hell bent on destroying Hightower for sure... St. Clair has the left ankle again and slides under the bottom rope... Where's he going?... St. Clair is pulling Hightower so he is straddling the ringpost!! Oh no!! ST. CLAIR JUST WRAPPED THE LEFT LEG OF HIGHTOWER AROUND THE RINGPOST!! Geoff Cartwright is telling St. Clair to get back into the ring, but "The Headliner" is ignoring him and has the left leg again... AND WRAPS IT AROUND THE RINGPOST ONE MORE TIME!! Hightower quickly pulls himself out of the corner, and out of St Clair's reach, and clutches at his knee!! St. Clair rolls in the ring, being admonished by Cartwright as he does so, but St. Clair is NOT paying ANY attention to the referee. Jack Anderson: Nobody listens to Cartwright, he's an idiot. Jim Robson: St. Clair walks over to where Hightower lays on the mat, and viciously stomps on his jaw!! St. Clair lifts Hightower to his feet, where the former champion is visibly favouring his left knee. St. Clair scoops Hightower up and... OH MY!! What a display of raw strength by St. Clair!! He has military pressed the two hundred and eighty five pound Hightower OVER HIS HEAD!!! AND HE SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT!!! Jack Anderson: That was an incredible feat of strength!! That's two hundred and eighty five pounds of DEAD WEIGHT!! Hehehe.. In more ways than one!! Hahahaha Jim Robson: [dryly] That's funny Jack... St. Clair goes to the corner, and he's climbing the turnbuckle... St. Clair stands perched, and now leaps... FLYING ELBOW SMASH!! St. Clair covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Hightower kicks out!! Jack Anderson: St. Clair can just have his way with Hightower now... The man is unable to walk, and St. Clair has proven that he can do pretty much ANYTHING he wants to him. Jim Robson: St. Clair lifts Hightower and sets him in the powerbomb/piledriver position... What's he going to do with him?... JUMPING PILEDRIVER!! Another cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Hightower kicks out!! Jack Anderson: He can't keep kicking out forever. One of these moves is going to be the one to end this match, and prove that St. Clair was the better World Champion!! Jim Robson: St. Clair lifts Hightower and sets him in the same position again! Are we going to see another Piledriver?... No, IT'S A POWERBOMB!! What impact!!! St. Clair isn't covering him though!! St Clair has Hightower set up again... ANOTHER POWERBOMB!!! Now St. Clair covers and hooks the leg again!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Hightower kicks out!! [Crowd pops] Jack Anderson: WHAT!?!? Jim Robson: St. Clair slaps the mat in frustration and slaps his hands at Geoff Cartwright, but the referee just flashes two fingers back at St Clair. St. Clair looks irritated as he lifts Hightower... SMALL PACKAGE!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! ST. CLAIR KICKED OUT JUST IN TIME!!! Jack Anderson: Lucky move!! Jim Robson: St. Clair is back up on his feetm and he's driving his boot to the jaw of Hightower!! St. Clair looks incensed that he almost got caught by that small package, and he's taking it out on Hightower with his boot!! St. Clair lifts Hightower to his feet... AND LAUNCHES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!! St. Clair rolls under the bottom rope and grabs Hightower!! He lifts Hightower to his feet and scoops him over his shoulder... POWERSLAM ON THE FLOOR!!! Jack Anderson: This is great!! Shane St. Clair is decimating HIGHtower!! Jim Robson: Cartwright is not counting, but he's outside the ring trying to get the two men back in the ring. St. Clair continues to ignore Cartwright as he lifts Hightower over his shoulder again... AND RAMS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!!! If Hightower is still conscious, it's a miracle!! St. Clair lifts Hightower and rolls him into the ring. St. Clair rolls in and covers him!! Cartwright rolls in and counts!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!! HIGHTOWER'S FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! Jack Anderson: What the HELL!?!? Why won't he just STAY DOWN?!?!?! Jim Robson: There's too much fight in him Jack, the heart of a champion!! St. Clair pulls Hightower into the middle of the ring and drives his boot to the jaw of Hightower again!! St. Clair covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Hightower kicks out!! Jack Anderson: St. Clair is irate!! He can't believe he can't put Hightower away!! Jim Robson: St. Clair stands up and leans over Hightower, screaming at him!! He's yelling something about finishing him off... HIGHTOWER GRABS A HOLD OF ST. CLAIR'S ANKLE AND TWISTS IT AS HARD AS HE CAN!! St Clair is on the mat, and Hightower has St. Clair's ankle in a hold... Wait he's... CANADIAN PRIDE LOCK!!! That is Hightower's version of the Scorpion Death Lock!! Jack Anderson: I didn't even think Hightower was conscious!! I thought he was kicking out on pure instinct, but he surprised "The Headliner" by grabbing and twisting his ankle, and before St. Clair knew what had happened, Hightower locked in this move!! Jim Robson: And you can see the pain in the face of Shane St. Clair!! And also the pain in the face of Hightower, who is putting a lot of pressure on the damaged left knee that St. Clair worked over earlier!! St. Clair now trying to power his way out of this hold!! He's pushing up and pulling himself to the ropes... He's close... AND ST. CLAIR REACHES THE ROPES!! Jack Anderson: Man, when he gets up, he's going to be PISSED!! Jim Robson: St. Clair is slow to get up, his back sore from that Pride Lock. Hightower too is slow to get up, still reeling from the relentless, vicious offense of Shane St. Clair. St. Clair is pulling himself up as Hightower too gets to his feet. St. Clair turns and throws a right hand... Ducked by Hightower!! Hightower seamlessly grabs St Clair in a fireman's carry... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! WHAT A MOVE BY HIGHTOWER!! Jack Anderson: Wow, he ducked lifted and dropped St. Clair in one motion!! Jim Robson: Hightower slowly gets to his feet and lifts the groggy St Clair... Hightower whips St. Clair into the corner and backs up!! St Clair hits hard and staggers out away from the turnbuckle as Hightower charges... SPEAR!!! HIGHTOWER NEARLY TOOK ST. CLAIR CLEAN OUT OF HIS BOOTS!!! Hightower covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . St. Clair kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: St. Clair hasn't been able to keep Hightower down, but rest assured, it won't be easy for Hightower to keep St. Clair down either!! Jim Robson: Hightower is walking a little better now as he steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle. Hightower stands perched as he waits for St. Clair to get to his feet... St. Clair is up... FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!! Hightower crawls back to St. Clair and covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . St. Clair kicks out again!! Jack Anderson: I told you Jim, it'll take a lot to keep St. Clair down!! Jim Robson: Hightower grabs St. Clair and lifts him to his feet... Hightower with a chokehold... He lifts ST. CLAIR!!! HE'S GOT HIM UP FOR THE FALL FROM GRACE!! Holding... holding... Jack Anderson: How long is he going to hold him up there!?!? Jim Robson: As long as he wants I think... He's going to make St. Clair think about it... St. Clair is kicking his feet trying to get down... CHOKESLAM!!! Hightower nailed it!! He covers!!! ... ... ... ... ... ... [Where's the ref?] Jack Anderson: Cartwright is down!! Jim Robson: St. Clair's foot kicked him right in the chin on the way down!! There is no referee!! Jack Anderson: Hightower can't believe it, and he's going over to check on Cartwright. Jim Robson: What's St. Clair doing? He's rolling out of the ring... He's staggering over towards the timekeeper's table, and he has taken the timekeeper's chair!!! Hightower is still trying to revive Geoff Cartwright, and St. Clair is in the ring with a steel chair!! *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!* Jim Robson: ST. CLAIR DRIVES THE CHAIR INTO TH BACK OF HIGHTOWER!!! Hightower clutches at his back, staggering away from Cartwright, and now turns back towards St. Clair... *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!* Jim Robson: OH MY GAWD WHAT A SHOT BY ST. CLAIR!!! HE WOUND UP AND TOOK ABOUT FOUR STEPS BEFORE HE SWUNG AND CONNECTED WITH HIGHTOWER'S SKULL!!! Hightower has been opened up!! St. Clair tosses the chair out of the ring and grabs Hightower, turning him on his stomach!! He locks on The Sweet Release, but Hightower's already out cold dammit!!! This is NOT how this battle should end!! Jack Anderson: Cartwright is coming to... Jim Robson: Cartwright is turning and sees St. Clair with Hightower in the Sweet Release... He crawls over to check on Hightower and... DING! DING! DING! Jim Robson: ... Rings the bell!! Jack Anderson: YES!! St. Clair has done it!! FRANCINE: The winner of this bout, "THE HEADLINER" SHANE ST. CLAIR!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Well St. Clair gets the win, but I do not agree with the way that he picked it up. Jack Anderson: Hey - there is nothing wrong with it. Give the guy a break. [St. Clair leaves the ring with his hands rasied high in victory, meanwhile the referee and a couple other officials check on Hightower and help him up.] Jim Robson: It looks like Hightower is getting a little help to his feet. Jack Anderson: St. Clair really rung his bell. Jim Robson: Give me a break... well folks, in just a few short minutes we have the Stairway To Hell match... and this match is going to blow you away. But, right now lets take a look at some of the events leading up to it. [The soothing guitar of Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven" begins to play. The screen slowly fades from black showing Trevor Storm walking side by side with Nate McMannis as they approach the wrestling ring that was surrounded by barb wire at Christmas Madness. Fade out.] ["Stairway to Heaven" continues to play showing scenes of McMannis' brutal war against Artois. Quick cut to Trevor Storm fending off the henchmen sent to ruin McMannis' match. Slow fade out again.] [Jimmy Page's timeless guitar continues as you see the referee hold up Nate McMannis' bloody arm, camera pans over showing Trevor Storm carefully making his way into the ring, a smile plastered on his face. Trevor carefully helps up McMannis, but suddenly he tugs at McMannis' arm and the picture erupts into flames.] [Flames fill the picture as Metallica's "Masters of Puppets" bursts over the PA, drowning out the soft tones of "Stairway to Heaven". The fire begins to lessen and a ladder is the only thing that can be seen. It's black metal is highlighted by the licking flames of the fire. The camera tilts upwards and you can see a long strip of barbed wire dangling above.] [Metallica's fierce rifts litter the air waves as you see Trevor Storm kicking a downed McMannis. The scene fades out, and fades back in from black showing Nate McMannis giving "Head Trauma" to Storm, McMannis staring down to the beaten Storm.] [Scene fades back in to a long shot of the ladder sitting idle below the barbed wire. A voice over of Trevor Storm drowns out the music.] Trevor Storm V/O: You say treason!?! I say _REVOLUTION!!!_ [Scene fades out, and back in to a Trevor Storm dressed entirely in black walking down the isle, the fans booing. Scene fades again, to McMannis walking down the isle, the fans giving a standing ovation. Scene fades out, and back to the ladder sitting below the barbed wire.] #End of passion play, crumbling away# #I'm your source of self-destruction # #Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear # #Leading on your deaths construction # #Taste me you will see# #more is all you need# #you're dedicated to# #how I'm killing you# [As the music continues a voice over of McMannis comes over the PA, somewhat drowning out the vocals.] Nate McMannis V/O: You have just made a grave mistake, _ROOKIE!_ [The scene begins to move in a quicker motion showing random action from many of McMannis and Storm's meetings in the ring. A hard right hand by Storm sending McMannis into the corner. Quick cut to a Nate violently throwing Trevor out of the ring. Another quick cut to Storm and McMannis staring at each other eye to eye in the middle of the ring, the crowd in the back ground going nuts.] #Come crawling faster# #obey your Master# #your life burns faster# #obey your Master# #Master# #Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings# #twisting your mind and smashing your dreams# #Blinded by me, you can't see a thing# #Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream# #Master# #Master # #Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream # #Master # #Master # [Scene cuts to Salem slowly walking over the Storm, as Storm jerks Salem from the ring, connecting with Ol' Painless. Cut to Storm sliding into the ring nailing McMannis in the head with a chair- _CLANG!_ _CLANG!_ _CLANG!_ [Another, and another, and another, then Storm finishes with three more, leaving McMannis in a bloody pool. Scene quickly cuts to Trevor once again receiving "Head Trauma" from McMannis.] Nate McMannis V/O: ROOKIE! Trevor Storm V/O: REVOLUTION! McMannis V/O: JERK OFF! Storm V/O: JUSTICE! McMannis V/O: VENGEANCE! Storm V/O: VICTORY! [The scene cuts to Trevor crawling up McMannis' leg begging for another finisher. Quick cut to McMannis delivering that finisher to a bloody Storm.] #Needlework the way, never you betray # #life of death becoming clearer # #Pain monopoly, ritual misery # #chop your breakfast on a mirror # #Taste me you will see # #more is all you need # #you're dedicated to # #how I'm killing you # [Scene fades back in to a behind shot of Trevor Storm looking up at the Gigatron, as Nate McMannis stares back down. McMannis begins to nod, and you see Trevor salute with a middle finger and disappear behind the curtain. Quick cut to Storm standing in the ring holding a mic to his mouth, as Nate McMannis snarls from the entranceway.] McMannis V/O: You threw nine chair shots at me, but I've got nine-hundred lives left, bitch. Storm V/O: Last week on Mayhem I showed you that The Revolution doesn't play games. [The screen fades to black, and cuts back in to the ladder, but this time it's wrapped with barbed wire, and nearly engulfed with flames.] #Come crawling faster # #obey your Master # #your life burns faster # #obey your Master # #Master # #Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings # #twisting your mind and smashing your dreams # #Blinded by me, you can't see a thing # #Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream # #Master # #Master # #Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream # #Master # #Master# [The screen cuts to Nate McMannis slowly walking towards the camera, the IC title draped across his right shoulder.] McMannis V/O: I think you know what I'm getting at, Rookie. [Pause] Stairway to Hell. [Pause] _My_ match. [The screen cuts to Trevor Storm slowly walking towards the camera, his hair falling into his eyes, an expression of hatred strewn across his face.] Storm V/O: Bring your barb wire, bring your ladder. [Pause] But whatever you do, do not forget one thing. [Pause] Do _NOT_ forget to bring your title. [The screen fades in from black showing Nate McMannis staring towards the screen, next to him is Trevor Storm. Between the two of them is a ladder, a ladder draped with barbed wire. A man's voice, neither McMannis, nor Storm, just a deep voice over drowns out everything.] V/O: Suicide! Revolution! [Pause] Genocide! Rebellion! [Pause] Death! Destruction! [The scene fades out again, to just the ladder being licked by the flames from below. Metallica's "Masters of Puppets" disappears and is overtaken by Jimmy Page's "Stairway to Heaven" guitar solo. As his solo begins to die out this appears across the bottom of the screen, just below the ladder.] "Suicidal" Nate McMannis vs. "the Revolution" Trevor Storm [Written in Flames] STAIRWAY TO HELL [The fire begins to build, covering the entire screen. As the fire reaches the top of the screen, the music completely fades, and with it the screen fades to black.] Jim Robson: Ladies and gentlemen...it's time... Jack Anderson: Oh my God...I've been waiting for this match all night! Jim Robson: What you are about to see absolutely _defies_ any description I can give to it! In this match, there are no rules. There are no boundaries! There are..._no limits_! It's the Stairway to Hell! Jack Anderson: For our fans who are looking for a classic scientific encounter, you may want to take this opportunity to fix yourself a snack. But...if you're like me -- and I know _I_ am -- you've been chomping at the bit for this match. It's bound to be a _war_! Jim Robson: There's a lot of bad blood between Intercontinental Champion Nate McMannis and Trevor Storm since Christmas Madness, when Storm, acting as McMannis' cornerman in the Towel Match, turned on McMannis after he had won the belt. [The wire begins lowering from the catwalk and the fans begin to buzz.] Jack Anderson: And here's how they're going to settle their issues! A ten-foot coil of barbed wire will be suspended from the ceiling. The only way to get it? Scale a fifteen-foot high ladder! Remember the last one of these we had? Jim Robson: I certainly do! It was back at the End of the World 5, and it was a Triple Threat match between Maverick, Shane St. Clair, and Nate McMannis under his former moniker, Suicidal Tendency. And it featured some of the sickest, most devastating, adrenaline-pumping madness that the IWF/WOW has ever seen! Jack Anderson: And with all the personal issues between McMannis and Storm, I can only imagine what these two men will do to each other, all in the name of the Intercontinental Title. Jim Robson: Let's head down to ringside! __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ IC TITLE - STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH \ /\ / / | (_) | Nate McMannis vs Trevor Storm \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= -------------------------> WRITER: Matt Weeks <-------------------------- FRANCINE: The following contest...scheduled for one fall...is for the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [The first of what is sure to be many pops.] FRANCINE: And...it is... A _STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH_!!! [BIG POP!] Jack Anderson: Everyone in this arena is on the edge of their seats! FRANCINE: Introducing the participants... [The lights shut off as a smooth gothic rift begins to play over the PA. A demonic voice resembling something near to the exorcist begins to boom throughout the arena with the guitar as background music.] DEMONIC V/O: HE IS THE REASON YOU CHECKED UNDER YOUR BED AS CHILDREN! HE IS THE EVIL THAT HID IN YOUR CLOSET! HE IS THE EVIL THAT EXISTS IN EVERY SHADOW! HE IS THE BEGINNING, HE IS THE END! HE IS THE REVOLUTION! [The guitar remains soft as Manson’s hellish whisper filters out. A pulsing red light begins to highlight the entrance way and ramp.] #Sweet dreams are made of this.# #Who am I to disagree?# #Travel the world and the seven seas. # #Everybody's looking for something. # #Some of them want to use you. # #Some of them want to get used by you. # #Some of them want to abuse you. # #Some of them want to be abused# [As the soft gothic sound turns into thrash metal guitar the curtain is violently thrown to the side, and The Revolution appears dressed entirely in black.] Jim Robson: Here he comes! ["the Revolution" Trevor Storm stops at the top of the ramp for a moment. His head stays fixed on the ground below, as his arms slowly begin to rise from his sides. Slowly his arms rise, at one moment resembling that of the crucifixion but disappearing as his arms stop flush with the top of his head, now looking like outspread wings. Trevor whips his head up, sending a mass of hair and sweat behind him.] #Sweet dreams are made of this.# #Who am I to disagree?# #Travel the world and the seven seas. # #Everybody's looking for something. # #Some of them want to use you. # #Some of them want to get used by you. # #Some of them want to abuse you. # #Some of them want to be ABUSED!# [With the pulsing red light chaotically highlighting his features, Trevor casually drops his arms back down to his sides and begins the long walk. He keeps his eyes locked on the ring, his face seemingly carved with stone. The fans of course litter the ramp way with garbage, and also litter Storm’s line of vision with middle fingers, but all of this goes unnoticed as Storm walks by, making his way towards the ring.] #I want to use you# #And Abuse you# #I want to know# #Whats Inside# [Storm makes his way up the steel steps and brings himself into the ring through the middle and top ropes. He slowly walks to the middle of the ring, simultaneously taking his long sleeve t-shirt off, and throwing it to the floor below. Storm turns facing the entranceway as the lights return to normal and the devilish sounds of Marilyn Manson’s "Sweet Dreams" fades to silence. He begins bouncing up and down in the center of the ring, his eyes showing nothing but determination.] Jim Robson: Trevor Storm seems to be all business here tonight. I’m looking at him and it brings back the memory of the Trevor Storm of old. Jack Anderson: Don’t say something so ridiculous Jim. The title is on the line, what do you expect him to look like? [The crowd begins stirring, awaiting the arrival of the champ.] FRANCINE: And his opponent! ["Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed erupts over the PA system. The unmistakable drumbeats echo through the souls of MAYHEM Arena. The biggest pay per view... the biggest event... and the most dangerous match... are about to begin.] # Can you feel that? # # All this shit? # [And the crowd begins rustling, knowing what's coming next... the entire audience sings along, knowing the pain of Nate McMannis, and knowing that they can only serve to get him more fired up.] # !!!___OOH___ ___WAH___ ___AH___ ___AH___ ___AH___!!! # [A huge pyrotechnic explosion erupts in the aisle as red and purple streaks shoot into the MAYHEM Arena ceiling. The crowd pops for the pyro, and moreso for the emergence from the locker room of the IWF/WOW's biggest face of the evening, "Suicidal" Nate McMannis. McMannis runs from one end of the entrance ramp to the other, playing to the crowd, making the raise the roof motions, and getting himself psyched for one of the most dangerous matches of his career.] Jim Robson: Here he is, folks! The IWF/WOW's own Commissioner! Jack Anderson: Yep, he's the man that destroyed the prestige of the IWF/WOW World Title, he's the man that caused Billy Rock to vacate that championship, and he's the man that's going to walk out of Wrestlefest empty-handed, because the man in the ring, Trevor Storm, is walking out the Intercontinental Champion! [McMannis is attired in his usual ring attire, and the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Title is around his waist. He also wears a IWF/WOW Wrestlefest t-shirt, probably protecting his torso for the upcoming match. The pro-McMannis crowd sings along to the now popular theme song as he begins marching towards the ring.] # Drowning deep, in my sea of loathing... # # Broken your servant I kneel! # # WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO ME?! # # It seems that all that was good has died... # # And is slowly changing... in me! # # WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO ME?! # [McMannis smiles as he stands beside the ladder in the aisle.] FRANCINE: He hails from Santa Fe, New Mexico... ladies and gentlemen, here is the IWF/WOW Commissioner, and the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion... "SUICIDAL"... NATE... McMAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!! # Looking at my own reflection... # # When suddenly it changes! # # Violently it changes! # # Oh no, there is no turning back now... # # You've woken up the demon... in me! # [Big pop as McMannis tucks the ladder under his arm and begins striding towards the ring.] Jack Anderson: McMannis isn't wasting time here, Jim! He's got the ladder under his arm! He's gonna bring it right into his own burial ground! Jim Robson: This is _his_ match... he's made that clear, Jack, and there's no telling if either of these men are gonna walk away from this or if they'll have to be stretchered out. # Get up, come on get down with the sickness! # # You mother get up! # # Come on get down with the sickness! # # You fucker get up! # # Come on get down with the sickness! # # Madness is the gift that has been given to me! # [McMannis slides the ladder underneath the bottom rope, and climbs up onto the apron. He walks into the ring, drops the Intercontinental Title off of his waist and onto the ladder, and turns his back to Trevor Storm, escalating the corner and playing to the audience. The referee picks up the title and accordingly shows it to Storm and walks it out of the ring. The Commissioner hops off of the corner and turns his attention to the man he calls "Rookie," smiling as he stretches his arms and awaits the bell. The music dies down... and the crowd spontaneously breaks into a chant. MAC-MANN-ISS! MAC-MANN-ISS! MAC-MANN-ISS! MAC-MANN-ISS!] Jim Robson: Ladies and gentlemen, we should take this time to point out that these are trained professionals in our arena. Their actions should never be imitated by anyone outside the industry. Jack Anderson: Jim, let's be clear. These kind of risks should enver be taken by _anyone_, trained professional or not! I mean, we're going to see these two men put their very _lives_ on the line here...all for the dream that they both have of wearing that championship belt! *** DING DING DING *** Jim Robson: The opening bell... one of the most miserable matches in creation is about to begin. [Storm and McMannis, unflinching, approach each other and get nose-to-nose in the center of the ring.] Jack Anderson: Check out this staredown! You gotta believe that both of these men know that their careers are on the line tonight. Jim Robson: Unquestionably. The pain that these two fierce competitors are about to endure is the stuff that nightmares are made of! [The jaw-jacking begins to pick up in intensity. Storm and McMannis' foreheads push against each other and their upper bodies shake, resembling two bull rams jockeying for territory. Suddenly, McMannis shoves Storm back! Storm, not missing a beat, nails McMannis with a right cross.] Jim Robson: THE FIGHT IS ON! McMannis and Storm trading left and rights! Both men going at it with everything they have, trying to establish that early advantage. But it looks like it's McMannis who's the worse for wear! Jack Anderson: The Revolution is the I/W's answer to Randy Johnson! He's so tall...so lean...and so powerful! He might only tip the scales around 230, but he's got all the strength of a super heavyweight! Jim Robson: Trevor Storm taking control of McMannis early on...Irish whip! *** BOOM *** Jim Robson: McMANNIS GOES RIBS-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! The champ bounces out of the corner...Storm right on top of him...waistlock...belly-to-back suplex...NO! McMannis floats over top of Storm...lands behind him...Storm spins around...ducks under McMannis' clothesline...HEAD TRAUMA! NO!!! Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHH!!! [McMannis tries to surprise Storm with a Head Trauma out of nowhere, but Storm counters it with a Northern Lights Suplex. The crowd, brought suddenly to life, settles back down into their seats.] Jack Anderson: Did the commish really think he would put Trevor Storm away that early? Jim Robson: Probably not, but you had to figure that Storm didn't think he would go for his finisher so early either. Jack Anderson: If McMannis actually thinks he's going to get Storm off-balance with all that's riding on this match, he's got another thing coming. Jim Robson: Trevor Storm picking up McMannis now...Irish whip...McMannis ducks a clothesline! Back again...OH MY GOD!!! [BIG POP!] [Quick as a cat, McMannis makes a beeline for the corner, pushes off the second rope with his right foot, lands on the adjacent top rope with both feet, jumps off in a 180 spin and lands on Storm's shoulders, whipping him down with a spinning hurricanrana! The crowd goes bonkers!] Jim Robson: CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? A DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!!! McMannis continues to be the aerial innovator of the I/W! Jack Anderson: Big deal. It's just some little circus act that doesn't do any real damage. Wait 'till Storm gets ahold of McMannis and we'll see some moves that _hurt_! Jim Robson: Storm is dazed from that last big move! Here comes McMannis...CLOTHESLINES STORM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! Jack Anderson: What a dummy! He's giving Storm a chance to break the momentum! Jim Robson: Jack, I don't think Storm is safe out there...McMannis over to the corner...grabs the top rope... [ANOTHER POP!] Jim Robson: SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA DIVE!!! McMannis hits Storm with the force of a runaway train! Jack Anderson: You keep taking all these high risks with someone as tenacious as Trevor Storm and you're gonna wind up eating it! Jim Robson: Wait a minute...Storm looks like he might have injured something! Jack Anderson: I guarantee it won't be the last injury we see before this match is over! [As McMannis rolls around on the floor, we can definitely see Storm wincing at the impact of that move...clutching at the back of his neck.] Jack Anderson: It looks like Storm took the brunt of that move right on his neck...damned fool McMannis...well, hopefully Storm can shake it off. Jim Robson: McMannis slowly to his feet...that high-flying offense can take a lot of the attacker as well...now going back to...no...I thought he was going for Storm, but he walked right past him... Jack Anderson: Oh, _I_ know where he's going... [The crowd begins to buzz.] Jim Robson: I think everyone in this arena knows...McMannis is going right for the ladder! [The ladder, which has been half-knocked out of the ring from the fast-paced action, is resting propped up on the far side of the ring, with the top half protruding through the ropes on the inside. McMannis grabs it and slides it the rest of the way out, holding it in front of him as he makes his way back towards Storm.] Jack Anderson: Now look at this! If McMannis had any kind of brains, he'd go for that barbed wire right now! But no...he's just out for blood! Jim Robson: McMannis is capable of dishing out just as much punishment as he takes, and forgive the cliche, but he seems to enjoy hurting himself if it hurts someone else in the process! Jack Anderson: Well, I hope he'll be really happy when this decision comes back to bite him in the ass! Jim Robson: Storm sees McMannis now...and Storm is backpedaling up the aisle! Jack Anderson: Wouldn't you if this psycho was chasing you with a ladder? Jim Robson: McMannis chasing after Storm...WINDING UP THAT LADDER! BUT WAIT! Storm went low and ducked the ladder swing...STORM SPEARS McMANNIS! [Trevor Storm throws all his weight into the exposed midsection of McMannis, and the commissioner has nowhere to go but backwards. Storm gets under him and steamshovels him into the reinforced security railing McMannis' momentum is temporarily stopped, but Storm isn't through. He quickly grabs the bottom half of the ladder...] *** CRACK *** Crowd: UUUHHHWWAHHHH!!! Jim Robson: STORM JUST DROVE THAT LADDER INTO McMANNIS' RIBS! And now what? [Wasting no time, Storm tucks the bottom part of the ladder into the clavicle of McMannis, pushing him up against the security railing. Walking over to the other side of the aisle, he wedges the top end between the entrance ramp and the other security railing. The crowd suddenly realizes what's going on!] Jack Anderson: He's got McMannis trapped like a rat! Jim Robson: McMannis is defenseless! He can't even get his hands up! [Storm walks over and smiles at his work. He taunts McMannis, then rears back...] Jim Robson: STORM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK RIGHT TO McMANNIS' HEAD! AND ANOTHER! Jack Anderson: Storm is picking his shots! I love it! Jim Robson: Storm now to the other end of the ladder...spins around... Crowd: UUUHHHWWAHHHH!!! [Storm actually charges _up_ the ladder, rung by rung, before planting a dropkick right in McMannis' jaw! The one blessing in disguise for the champion is that the impact jars him loose from the ladder. McMannis isn't thanking Storm, though.] Jack Anderson: What an incredible move! You can feel it, Jim! The Revolution is out to show up McMannis in his own match! Jim Robson: There's still a long way to go, Jack. Although, McMannis doesn't appear to be in good shape...not that that's anything out of the ordinary, but all the same... Here comes Storm now...bringing the ladder to the ring...McMannis is trying his best to follow... Jack Anderson: No kidding. He knows that if Storm gets ahold of that barbed wire while he's still incapacitated, it'll be all she wrote for McMannis. Jim Robson: McMannis summoning everything he has...CATCHES STORM BEFORE HE MAKES IT INTO THE RING! McMannis with a few _stiff_ forearms to Storm's head...that ladder isn't all the way into the ring yet... Jack Anderson: Wait a minute...what's McMannis doing? Jim Robson: McMannis up on the apron...he slides that ladder into position for God knows what... McMannis vaults over the top... *** CRACK *** [HOLY MOTHER OF GOD POP!] Jack Anderson: JESUS! [McMannis waits until Storm is in just the right place, alligned with the ladder that is sticking out under the bottom rope lengthwise. McMannis vaults over the top rop to the inside and, breaking a bunch of the laws of Physics, rotates his body all the way around, with his legs pointed outward. He uses the torque of the top rope to throw his whole body at the ladder, kicking it square into the shoulders and neck of Storm! The velocity is so great that Storm is driven easily seven or eight feet out into the aisle.] Jim Robson: MY GOD! What an incredible offensive maneuver by Nate McMannis! Storm may have sustained a serious neck injury from that! Jack Anderson: "May have?" You show me a man who can escape from that move without serious injury and I'll show you a man with an elastic skeleton! What was McMannis thinking? Jim Robson: I don't know what he was thinking then, but it might just be surpassed by what he's thinking now...McMannis is propping up the ladder on the top rope...pointing at Storm... Jack Anderson: Trevor! Look out! Jim Robson: McMannis off the ropes... [ULTRA-MEGA POP!!!] Jim Robson: McMANNIS WITH A...WHAT THE HELL _WAS_ THAT? [What indeed? McMannis, with the bottom end of the ladder positioned on the mat - much like Storm did earlier - bounces off the ropes and makes a run up the ladder. But what he does when he reaches the end is amazing! You can't even call it a plancha...there's no stopping...no planting of the feet. It's just a crazy-ass somersault dive that barrels over Storm!] Jim Robson: "Suicidal" Nate McMannis living up to his name here tonight! Jack Anderson: You're right about that, Jack! That had to take just as much out of McMannis as it did from Storm! Jim Robson: But Storm once again clutching at his neck! You know the repeated abuse on that neck has to have taken something out of him! Jack Anderson: Oh, no doubt! We've seen McMannis do some viscious stuff before, but it's never been this calculated or focused! He's definitely come into tonight with a game plan! Jim Robson: McMannis is the first to his feet...making his way back to the ring...he may finally be going for the barbed wire! Jack Anderson: Let's hope so! I don't know how much more action this match can contain! Jim Robson: McMannis...he's setting up the ladder! This is it! Jack Anderson: Come on, Trevor! Whatever it takes, you've gotta get back in the ring! And NOW! Jim Robson: McMannis has been taking a real beating...both from himself _and_ his opponent! Can Storm make it in time? [McMannis, obviously feeling the effects of the pounding he's been taking, is slow to get up the ladder. Storm rolls under the bottom rope and stumbles towards the ladder. He doesn't knock it down, though.] Jim Robson: Trevor Storm is climbing the ladder as well! It's a race to the top! Jack Anderson: Whoever gets that barbed wire first will have a distinct advantage! [One by one, Storm and McMannis scale either side of the ladder, and the crowd comes to their feet! Storm has closed the gap, and both men wind up at the top together. As McMannis reaches for the barbed wire, he catches a shot from Storm. Storm reaches for it and gets decked in the face by McMannis, causing him to slip down a rung.] [POP!!!] Jim Robson: NATE McMANNIS HAS THE BARBED WIRE!!! HE'S GOT -- [BOOOOOOOO!!!] Jim Robson: NO! A LOW BLOW BY TREVOR STORM! He snuck it in underneath one of the rungs! AND NOW STORM HAS THE BARBED WIRE!!! Jack Anderson: What presence of mind! Storm has adapted better to this match than anyone I've ever seen! Jim Robson: Storm...what's he doing...he's...Oh God... Jack Anderson: Oh wow... Jim Robson: STORM HAS THAT BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND McMANNIS' THROAT! HE'S GAROTTING THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION WITH BARBED WIRE!!! Jack Anderson: Holy -- How badly does Storm want this win? People go to jail for less than these two are doing to each other tonight! Jim Robson: McMannis has his hands in between the wire and his throat...trying to save himself...his hands are getting all kinds of sliced up, but that's still preferable to certain death! AND NOW STORM IS TWISTING McMANNIS AROUND! McMannis has to go with the pressure or he'll get his throat cut! Jack Anderson: What is this? It looks almost like Storm is setting up a Hangman's Neckbreaker on top of that ladder! Jim Robson: All I can say is I hope that's not the case! If he drops down now...with that barbed wire still around the throat ...well, I don't even want to describe what will happen... Jack Anderson: The Commish better find a way out of this, and he'd better do it quick! Jim Robson: Storm now...he's _pulling_ McMannis up off the ladder! What power! And...oh no...no! OH GOD NO!!! . . . . . . . GASP! . . . . . . . *** CRASH *** . . . . . . . . . . . . . [Stunned silence. Then...] [EAR-SHATTERING OVATION!!!] Jim Robson: Oh...my..._GOD_!!! Jack Anderson: I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'VE JUST SEEN! Jim Robson: TREVOR STORM JUST...WELL...LET'S LOOK AT THE REPLAY! [Storm, displaying incredible power, hoists McMannis off of the ladder and over top of his own head using only the barbed wire noose he's made! In one fluid motion, Storm catches McMannis by his sides and leaps off of his perch, plummeting to the canvas. He drives McMannis into the mat with the double-handed chokebomb!] Jim Robson: The Points of Authority! Can you believe that? Jack Anderson: And it's even worse! McMannis may have had that barbed wire driven into his chest as well! Jim Robson: That just...it defies description, ladies and gentlemen! Storm is hurt, but he sacrificed himself to do a much greater deal of damage to McMannis! I don't know if McMannis can get up from that...we may have a new champion! [Storm slowly crawls over to McMannis and drapes an arm over his chest.] Jack Anderson: This is over! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . 2.999 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! NO!!! REFEREE GEOFF CARTWRIGHT IS SIGNALING TWO!!! SOMEHOW...SOME WAY...NATE McMANNIS GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!! Jack Anderson: Come on! You've gotta be _kidding_ me! Jim Robson: Trevor Storm looks frustrated...and maybe rightfully so...that was about as close as you can get! Jack Anderson: Come on, Trevor! Keep your composure; you've almost put him away! Jim Robson: Trevor Storm with a scoop...is he going to slam him...NO! Storm is tying McMannis to the Tree of Woe! What's he got in mind? Jack Anderson: I don't know, but judging by what we've seen from Storm so far, you can bet it's going to be good! Jim Robson: Storm laying a few kicks into McMannis...McMannis is completely out of it! Storm now...oh no...he's getting the barbed wire! What is _this_? He's laying it down in front of McMannis' face! Storm walking over to the opposite corner! Jack Anderson: I know what this is! He's going to baseball slide-kick that barbed wire right into McMannis' face! Jim Robson: Oh God, what a sickening thing! Here comes Storm! NO! Male fans in audience: Jack Anderson: OH NO!!! [As Storm begins his slide, McMannis miraculously pulls himself up by his legs and grabs the top rope. Storm goes sailing underneath him, but it's too late to change direction. Then, the unthinkable happens. Storm gets the coil of barbed wire tangled up in his leg...then...goes crotch-first into the ringpost. Ringpost. Barbed wire. Groin. You do the math.] Jack Anderson: Oh my God! I cannot imagine a worse physical pain exisiting anywhere on the face of this _Earth_! Jim Robson: McMannis is back up! He's found his second wind! McMannis drags Storm out of the corner! AND HE'S _YANKING_ THAT BARBED WIRE OFF OF STORM! Jack Anderson: Come on, Nate! Show some compassion! You're talking about Storm's ability to procreate, for God's sake! Jim Robson: Storm is desperately trying to escape this punishment! McMannis is...HE'S WRAPPING THAT BARBED WIRE AROUND HIS FIST! Jack Anderson: NO! Jim Robson: Storm has no idea where he is! McMANNIS DRILLS STORM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THAT BARBED WIRE!!! ["I CAN'T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY DID IT" POP!] Jim Robson: McMannis isn't letting up! HE'S RIGHT ON TOP OF STORM, _GRINDING_ HIS BARBED-WIRE COVERED FOREARM INTO STORM'S FOREHEAD!!! Jack Anderson: Jesus, Nate! You're gonna cut your own wrist! Jim Robson: McMannis is definitely bleeding from his arms, but he's doing just as much damage to Trevor Storm! McMannis with the ladder now...setting it laying in the middle of the ring! McMannis with Storm...a scoop and a slam on top of the ladder! McMannis to the outside now...climbing up to the top rope... [POP!] Jim Robson: SUICIDE SPLASH!!! SUICIDE SPLASH!!! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! Jack Anderson: And Storm was on top of the ladder! His back might be broken! Jim Robson: Nate McMannis has put everyone in the IWF/WOW down with the Suicide Splash, but he's taken so much punishment in this match that he can't capitalize! McMannis slowly inching his way over...he's almost there...THERE'S THE PIN! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9999 . . . . . . . THR-NO!!! STORM GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Jack Anderson: This has to be one of the greatest Intercontinental Title matches in I/W history! Jim Robson: No argument there...but it looks like it may just be coming to an end! McMannis is up...waiting on Storm...barbed-wire fist locked and loaded! McMANNIS WITH THE-- [POP!] Jim Robson: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!!! NATE McMANNIS LOCKS IN THE MANDIBLE CLAW!!! McMANNIS IS STUFFING TEN FEET OF COILED BARBED WIRE DOWN THE GULLET OF TREVOR STORM!!! Jack Anderson: CARTWRIGHT, STOP THIS ALREADY, DAMMIT!!! THIS IS GOING TOO FAR! Jim Robson: Geoff Cartwright is imploring McMannis to release this hold...but McMannis is a wild animal! There's no reasoning with him! OH! TREVOR STORM WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW!!! Jack Anderson: But what kind of damage was done? For all we know, the entire inside of Storm's mouth could be lacerated! Jim Robson: Trevor Storm setting up McMannis...HEAD TRAUMA!!! HEAD TRAUMA!!! STORM HITS McMANNIS WITH HIS OWN FINISHER! Jack Anderson: HA HA! Say goodbye to your title, Nate! You're gonna get beaten with your own hold! Jim Robson: Storm with the cover... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . [PIZZOP!!!] McMANNIS KICKS OUT OF HEAD TRAUMA!!! McMANNIS IS STILL ALIVE! Jack Anderson: But not for long! Not if Storm has anything to say about it! Jim Robson: I cannot believe the hell that these two men are putting themselves through! No title...no prestige...no amount of pride could possibly be worth the years that these men are taking off of their careers! Jack Anderson: You'd have to have been in the ring to understand it, Jim! It's about something more than all that; it's all about the dream! The factor that motivates everyone who's worth a damn in this business to take it to new limits every time they're out there! Jim Robson: Regardless, both of these men are going to be needing some serious medical attention when this is all said and done! McMannis is nearly done for, and Trevor Storm is preparing to be the man that wins by default -- just being the one that's left alive at the end. Storm picks up McMannis...a go-behind by Storm... Crowd: UUUHHWWAHHH!!! Jim Robson: Oh...I...I can't even describe that! Jack Anderson: I can! Storm just did a double leg trip from behind...only he used that barbed wire strand to do the tripping! Jim Robson: McMannis has fresh gashes on his legs now to go along with the ones on his chest! This is just too sickening for words! Jack Anderson: I think you were right, Jim. This match isn't going to have a winner; it's just going to have one guy who doesn't lose...I hope... Jim Robson: Storm now wrapping the barbed wire around his _own_ fist! Picks up McMannis...Irish whip...McMANNIS DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE! McMANNIS COUNTERS WITH THE POINTS OF AUTHORITY!!! McMANNIS HIT STORM WITH ONE OF _STORM'S_ FINISHERS! Here's the pin by McMannis! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . [WHAT THE F*CK?!?] Jim Robson: STORM KICKS OUT OF THE POINTS OF AUTHORITY!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Jack Anderson: Forget what I said earlier; this _is_ one of the greatest Intercontinental Title matches ever! Jim Robson: McMannis trying to regain any sembelance of strength...taking that barbed wire off of Storm's arm...and McMannis is..._uncoiling_ it? Jack Anderson: Oh no...nothing good can come from this... Jim Robson: McMannis measuring Storm...AND McMANNIS IS _WHIPPING_ STORM WITH THE BARBED WIRE!!! Jack Anderson: Oh God...I _am_ going to be sick now... One of these two guys might be best suited to just quit at this point. Live to fight another day... Jim Robson: McMANNIS SIGNALING FOR THE HEAD TRAUMA!!! IF HE HITS IT, IT'S OVER! McMannis...NO! Storm countered it again! This time with a T-Bone Suplex! Jack Anderson: Something's gotta give sooner or later! Their bodies simply cannot _take_ much more! Jim Robson: This match has longed since ceased to be anything but a bloodbath! Trevor Storm is bleeding from just about every single pore on his face! Nate McMannis has deep gashes on his arms, legs, and the wounds on his chest are so bad that they're soaking through his T-shirt! But right now it's Trevor Storm with a commanding advantage! He's got McMannis over top of that ladder...what's left of it anyway...and that barbed wire is still impaled all over McMannis' head! Jack Anderson: I've got a really bad feeling about this! Jim Robson: Storm with a front facelock on McMannis! Oh no...he's got him up in a stalling suplex! He won't do it...FOR GOD'S SAKE, NO! STORM ISN'T GOING TO... Jack Anderson: YES HE IS! He's gonna give McMannis Ol' Painless on top of that ladder! Jim Robson: NO TREVOR!!! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT! YOU'LL REGRET IT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . *** KEEEEEE-RAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK *** Crowd: UUUUHHHHWWWAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! [The crowd reacts with a shocked gasp as McMannis, head bound in barbed wire, is driven down head-first into the top rung of the ladder by Trevor Storm's screwdriver. The sickening crack of steel meeting skull rattles throughout the arena and sends a hush over the audience. Nate's body goes completely limp as his legs collapse onto the ladder.] Jim Robson: My God... Jack Anderson: Wow... I...I'm really at a loss for words... Jim Robson: Trevor Storm...I mean...he... Jack Anderson: We knew it would be brutal! We knew it would be something like this....but I don't think any of us expected what we just saw. [Storm, exhausted and beaten beyond belief, drapes an arm over McMannis' chest.] Jim Robson: Storm with the cover...this match is over... 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2.9999 [Were you really expecting a kick-out after that? Come on! =)] 3!!! *** DING DING DING *** Jim Robson: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION! FRANCINE: The winner of this contest... AND _NEEEEEWWWWWW_ IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.... "THE REVOLUTION"...TREVOR STORM!!! Jim Robson: DAMMIT! Jack Anderson: Trevor Storm is the new Intercontinenal Champion! [The fans give try to give this great match the ovation that it deserves, but the concern is for Nate McMannis in the ring. Trevor Storm is handed the Intercontinental Title as he tries to pull himself up by the ropes, and we can just barely see a devilish smile forming on his lips, underneath all the blood on his face.] Jim Robson: Folks, there's a new Intercontinental Champion, and this was one of the damndest wars I've ever seen! And I don't mean to take anything away from Storm's victory...but the real story is there on the mat. I don't know the condition of Nate McMannis, but that move might possibly have shattered his spine! Jack Anderson: I don't think any Stairway to Hell, in this country or any other...has ever come anywhere close to this in terms of sheer inhumanity! And as much as I don't like the Commissioner, you hate to see anyone's career end. And that might be what we're seeing here tonight... [Storm, too beat up to celebrate, rolls out of the ring and slowly limps to the back. EMTs make their way down to the ring, towing a stretcher behind them.] Jim Robson: This looks really bad... if anyone can hear me, get the cameras off of McMannis! Have a little respect here... Jack Anderson: WAIT A MINUTE! LOOK AT THIS! Jim Robson: Oh my God... [The EMTs start to load McMannis onto the body board and slide him out onto the stretcher, but McMannis will have none of it. He rolls off the other side of the stretcher to the floor.] Jack Anderson: What is he doing? Those people are here to help him! [Two EMTs try to pick up McMannis by the arms...] . . . . . . . . . . [POP!!!] Jim Robson: McMANNIS JUST SLUGGED ONE OF THE EMTs RIGHT ACROSS THE JAW!!! [McMannis stares down the other EMT as he rests on his knees and arms on the floor. The EMT backs off and McMannis slowly but surely pulls himself up by the ring apron. The crowd ERUPTS in cheers!] Jim Robson: Nate McMannis may have lost this battle, but dammit! He's gonna walk out of here on his own! We have not heard the last from the Commissioner; that's for sure! [McMannis limps up the ramp, but he is definitely running on pride alone. The "McMannis" chants intensify as the beaten and battered warrior disappears behind the entrance curtain.] Jack Anderson: Well, he can take all the pride to the back that he wants! But the fact remains that tonight, The Revolution took hold of the I/W...the man McMannis calls "The Rookie" just upended him in his own match...and we have a new Intercontinental Champion! Jim Robson: Well Jack, the World Tag Team Champions are about to put the titles on the line against one of the I/W's never tag teams, Outer Choice. I find it interesting that this match will feature 4 men who are all just beginning what looks to be long fruitful wrestling careers. Tonight's challengers are tremendous aerial experts, and they're just out of high school! Jack Anderson: And that reminds me, once they snatch the Tag Titles from the Back Door Boys, I'm gonna get 'em a couple kegs to celebrate, and we'll all get trashed! Jim Robson: You juvenile little baby. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH \ /\ / / | (_) | Boys Next Door vs Outer Choice \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= -------------------------> WRITER: Matt Jacobs <------------------------- ["Somewhere In Between" by LifeHouse begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed or unclear reaction.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia, USA standing at 6 feet 1 inches and weighing in at 180 pounds, here is ... Lance Tombs !!!!! His Partner, from Trenton, New Jersey, USA standing at 6 feet 1 inches and weighing in at 173 pounds, here is ... "The King Of Supreme" James Brockwell !!!!! They Are... O U T E R C H O I C E !!!!!!!!! [James walks down in his black pants and blue shirt and black boots slowly to the ring. Lance walks down wearing a pair of blak pants and no shirt and black boots. They slowly walks to the ring as the blue and green lights flow around the arena with the music. Both enter and step up on adjacent turnbuckles and look out into the arena.] Jim Robson: I'm still appalled at that, Jack. Jack Anderson: You're not hurting _my_ feelings. ["I'm too Sexy" by Right Said Fred booms forth over the loudspeakers. The crowd goes wild.] FRANCINE: Coming to the ring, from the great state of Wyoming, at a total combined weight of 490 pounds, YOUR IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... BULLFROG GARRETT JAX AND ANGEL SAMMY GRIFFIN, THEY ARE... THE BOYS NEXT DOOR!!! [The curtains part and out steps Bullfrog and Sammy. Bullfrog is a large man, wide at the shoulders. A clean-shaven baby face sports a large full-toothed grin, slightly crooked nose, and laughing dark brown eyes. Bullfrog is wearing crisp blue jeans, white/yellow rattlesnake skin cowboy boots, and a dark purple wrangler shirt. The shirt is opened to show a hairless well-muscled chest. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showing strong tanned forearms. Above the left pocket is "BULLFROG" embroidered in white letters. Around his waist is the solid gold IWF/WOW Tag Team Championship Belt. A black Stetson covers a head covered with short brown curly hair. The big lug waves wildly to the crowd, slapping hands and laughing on the way to the ring. As he reaches the ring, Bullfrog climbs up the steps, grabs the top rope and leaps over it. Landing hard with both feet, he whips the hat off into the crowd and grins at his opponent before leaning back into the turnbuckle waiting the start of the match.] Jack Anderson: Just a bunch of fan-buttkissers. I think Outer Choice can get the job done tonight. Jim Robson: WrestleFest 6 is the first WrestleFest for both these teams; Outer Choice claims this bout will be "Wrestling versus Entertainment," entertainment being the Boys Next Door. Let's see if that prophecy is really true. [Sammy is wearing florescent orange wind pants, neon blue tank top, and lime green wrestling shoes, a site to be hold. Crouching slightly and whipping his shoulder length blonde hair left and right as he grins slyly at the crowd, Sammy lets out an "OH YEAH" and begins to dance down the runway alongside Bullfrog. His well tanned skin gleams slightly due to the light layer of baby oil on him. He has a wide chest, thick forearms and down the inside of his right shoulder is a six-inch long scar. His left shoulder is tattooed in blue with "Death from Above". And of course around his waist is his half of the IWF/WOW Tag Team Championship gold! He wears a thin blonde goatee and mustache, well trimmed. His eyes are a clear blue and seem to be always darting about. Once he reaches the ring apron, he climbs the ropes and stand on the top of the turnbuckle. Lifting his arms out wide, he once again lets loose an "OH YEAH" while grinning wildly at his opponent.] DING! DING! DING! Jim Robson: WHOA! The Big Bullfrog Garrett Jax just leveled Brockwell with a HUGE clothesline! He's wasting no time here and that's what this big man has to do with a couple of quick-moving lightweights. Garrett Jax, he and his partner natives of Wyoming drags his opponent to his feet. Jax sends Brockwell to the ropes...He ducks a clothesline... CROSS BODY BLOCK BY JAMES BROCKWELL...He can't get the 6'5 Bullfrog down!...Jax regaining his balance...FALLAWAY SLAM! Jack Anderson: That shook Brockwell up pretty good, but now Jax goes for a pin? What is it with people from Wyoming trying to rush things along so much?? Jim Robson: Geoff Cartwright counts! 1......... 2........... Jim Robson: Brockwell kicks out at 2! Jack Anderson: I swear, it's bad enough that we have Arkansas in the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Main Event tonight! Why Oming?! Jim Robson: That wasn't clever. Garrett Jax pulls Brockwell up now and...Brockwell with swift kick to the midsection! DROPKICK! That sends Bullfrog through the ropes and to the outside, right by our feet! Jack Anderson: While he's by our feet I'm gonna take off my shoes. Jim Robson: Eww, no! James Brockwell backs up against the ropes...He's running towards us! [He jumps over the ropes...] Jim Robson: WOAH! HE COLLAPSES ON TOP OF GARRETT JAX WITH A BODY SPLASH! Both men are down and I think that maneuver may have slowed James Brockwell down a bit. [Cut to backstage. Tommy Hawk and Justin Vince Abel of the New IC sit in folding chairs and sip some Hi-C as they watch the tag match take place. The crowd boos.] Jack Anderson: Look at this Jim, we've got some hopeful champs watching this title bout. Jim Robson: No doubt the New IC will be demanding a shot of the winners of this match. Right now James Brockwell tries to pull Garrett Jax up from the floor, and he...No, Garrett Jax fights back with a swift punch to the jaw. Brockwell lets go and The Bullfrog latches on...He SLAMS Brockwell's forehead across the ring apron! These men had better hurry to get back in the ring of Referee Geoff Cartwright will count these men out! Jack Anderson: No I don't wanna put my shoes back on! Jim Robson: You seriously took them off? What is wrong with you?! Jax slides James Brockwell back in the ring and he follows after. Jax makes the tag to "Angel" Sammy Griffin! [POP!] Jack Anderson: Now we've got a little more even match up on our hands. Griffin storms into the ring and kicks Brockwell to the midsection. He grabs Brockwell under his arms...looks like a butterfly suplex...Brockwell goes up....AND DOWN HARD! Griffin comes charging over to Brockwell but Brockwell turns...Drop toe hold sends Griffin falling to the mat! Jack Anderson: And look at this! Brockwell is crawling up to the top rope like a squirrel! He jumps.... Jim Robson: My goodness! Guillotine legdrop on the back of the head of Sammy Griffin! Brockwell turns him over for the cover! 1.................. 2............... NOOO! GRIFFIN KICKS OUT! Jim Robson: That was quite an impressive move on the part of James Brockwell...that could have put it away for Outer Choi...WAIT, GRIFFIN IS BACK UP, HE GRABS BROCKWELL...FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!! AND HE HOLDS THE LEG FOR THE COVER! Jack Anderson: I don't see a count. [Boooooooooooooooooo!] Jim Robson: Lance Tombs is distracting referee Geoff Cartwright from making the count, and Griffin is still holding onto that leg! Brockwell is not kicking out! WAIT! Garrett Jax storms across the ring! He's got Lance Tombs by the hair, and he flips him over the ropes and into the ring! Griffin breaks the pin, and we've got all 4 men in here! Jack Anderson: That explains it. The ref is trying to get this under control, but it's not working. For a couple of kids, Outer Choice sure knows how to keep in the game. Jim Robson: By breaking the rules?? Garrett Jax lifts Lance Tombs high in the air, and he drops him right on his back! James Brockwell gets a hold of Sammy Griffin...REVERSE TORNADO DDT! Finally Geoff Cartwright sends Garrett Jax back to his corner and Lance Tombs back to his. Brockwell goes for a pin on Sammy Griffin! 1................. 2............... NOO!! Only a 2 count. Jack Anderson: Cartwright didn't his ass over there in time! Jim Robson: The man has his hands full in this match. Brockwell gets up and he makes the tag to Lance Tombs. Tombs takes to Sammy Griffin...Griffin is trying to tag the Bullfrog...But Tombs pulls him away! Jack Anderson: And Tombs lifts Sammy Griffin and sets him up...SNAP SUPLEX! Wow that's gotta hurt. Tombs stands and bounces off the ropes...Drops a knee! Now he lifts Griffin and tags James Brockwell back in. Brockwell climbs the ropes as Lance Tombs...Lance Tombs sets Sammy Griffin on top of his shoulders...WOAH! FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP ROPE SENDS SAMMY GRIFFIN CRASHING DOWN TO THE MAT! Jim Robson: Griffin needs to make the tag to Garrett Jax as soon as he can. He's fresh and he's waiting to get in on this action. Now Brockwell scoops Griffin and slams him to the mat. He goes to the near corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle...ELBOW DROP!!! Jack Anderson: Now Brockwell makes a quick tag to Lance Tombs. The quick tags demonstrate some great teamwork being shown so far by Outer Choice. They claim to be Wrestling, and I agree because right now they are kicking Entertainment's ass! Jim Robson: Let's see if Sammy Griffin can get a second wind here. Lance Tombs whips Griffin to the ropes...Griffin comes back and he ducks a clothesline...He comes back and Tombs leapfrogs over him... [CRACK!!] Jack Anderson: LANCE TOMBS DRILLS SAMMY GRIFFIN WITH A SIDEKICK TO THE JAW! Damn! His head almost popped right off. Outer Choice has been dominating this one so far, I think they could take the titles home tonight! Tombs goes for the pin! THIS COULD BE IT FOR THE BACK DOOR BOYS! 1................... 2.................. ................ NOOOOOOOOOO! MY GOD SAMMY GRIFFIN KICKS OUT! Jack Anderson: That was no kickout...he was just convulsing because he got side kicked in the temple so hard... [Cut to backstage again. Seth Draken and Ceaser Riley also sit in folding chairs watching Sammy Griffin miraculously kick out of the pin on their own monitors.] Jim Robson: And I suppose that the team Mach II is also interested in the outcome of this match just like the New IC. Tombs back to tag James Brockwell again, and Brockwell goes to whip Sammy Griffin into the ropes...REVERSAL! Griffin drops back...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE SENDS BOTH MEN DOWN! Griffin is up on his feet...He's gonna tag Garrett Jax... Jack Anderson: No he's not! He's bouncing off the ropes again...ELBOW DROP!...NO HE MISSES!! Brockwell got up in the nick of time... Jim Robson: He should have gone to tag in Garrett Jax. Jack Anderson: Oh well, snooze ya lose. Jim Robson: Both men stagger to their feet now, and Brockwell with another dropkick sends Griffin to the mat again. Brockwell climbs up to the 2nd...no, 3rd turnbuckle? What is he doing? [James Brockwell stands on the top turnbuckle, and he leaps...] Jim Robson: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! [OOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!] Jim Robson: SAMMY GRIFFIN ROLLED AWAY! JAMES BROCKWELL HIT NOTHING BUT MAT!! Now Both men are down and Bullfrog Garrett Jax is going ballistic on the ring apron! He's reaching out for Sammy Griffin to make the tag! Jack Anderson: James Brockwell is trying to reach other to Lance Tombs as well. Who's gonna get there first?? Jim Robson: That maneuver may have been a little too advanced for a rookie like James Brockwell. Maybe he'll learn for next time...He slowly crawls to his partner Lance Tombs...And Griffin stretches out the arm to Bullfrog! Jack Anderson: Brockwell tags Tombs! Tombs storms the ring! [POP!] Jim Robson: ANGEL TAGS BULLFROG! ANGEL TAGS BULLFROG! BULLFROG SHOVES LANCE TOMBS DOWN TO THE GROUND! The power of Garrett Jax is phenomenal! Now he picks Lance Tombs up...He's...He's bench-pressing Lance Tombs over his head! Jack Anderson: What the hell? HE JUST HURLED LANCE TOMBS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! THAT'S NOT WRESTLING! Jim Robson: It's the Dart Throw! He tossed him like a dart! Here comes James Brockwell charging at Garrett Jax...BIG BOOT TO THE FACE STOPS BROCKWELL IN HIS TRACKS! Lance Tombs attempting to crawl back into the ring...Geoff Cartwright is forcing Brockwell out, using a count. Jax lifts the weary Lance Tombs and sets him up...PILEDRIVER!! Jax covers!! 1................. 2................. BROKEN UP BY JAMES BROCKWELL! Geoff Cartwright is losing his patience with Brockwell and he's ordering him out of the ring...AND LANCE TOMBS IS CHOKING GARRETT JAX! That's illegal! Jack Anderson: I guess it's too bad the ref is distracted! Jim Robson: But here comes Sammy Griffin to the rescue! He pries Lance Tombs off of Garrett Jax by his hair...REVERSE DDT! James Brockwell still arguing with the ref, and now Griffin storms over to Brockwell and clocks him in the side of the head! Jack Anderson: HE CAN'T DO THAT, HE'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN! CARTWRIGHT NEEDS TO RESTRAIN SAMMY GRIFFIN AT ONCE! Jim Robson: James Brockwell crumples to the floor from that one, and meanwhile Garrett Jax whips Lance Tombs into the ropes...He catches Tombs and forces him into the air and lets go!! [WHAM!] Jim Robson: OOOOOH!! LANCE TOMBS CAME CRASHING DOWN FACE FIRST TO THE MAT!! He must have been 8 feet in the air!! Jack Anderson: The poor kid isn't moving! I'm worried Jim. Now Garrett Jax climbs to the top rope! Oh God, he leaps..... [Gasp.] Jim Robson: BRONCO BUSTER ON LANCE TOMBS!! Jax is turning Tombs over for the pin...THIS IS IT!! Jack Anderson: No wait! Sammy Griffin is climbing the opposite turnbuckle!! Jim Robson: I think he's going for it...The Death from Above! [Sammy Griffin spreads his arms as he leaps...] <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> Jim Robson: HE GOT IT!!! AND NOW JAX MAKES THE COVER!! 1..................... 2................. Jack Anderson: Yeah, get in there Brockwell! Jim Robson: He's intercepted by Sammy Griffin! [Booooooooooooooooooooooo...] Jim Robson: IT'S SALEM! SALEM SLIDES INTO THE RING AND GARRETT JAX BREAKS THE PIN...OH MY GOD, HE CLOTHESLINES SALEM OVER THE TOP ROPE! Jack Anderson: He's telling Salem to get outta here... Jim Robson: MY GOD, JAX DOESN'T SEE TOMBS! TOMBS ROLLS UP GARRETT JAX FROM BEHIND!! 1.............. 2................. NO! KICKOUT BY GARRETT JAX!! Jack Anderson: DAMN! Jim Robson: James Brockwell throws Sammy Griffin out of the ring! Wait, now Tombs hurries over to tag Brockwell, and Tombs hops out of the ring and here comes Salem! Tombs holds Griffin upright, and Salem is getting a chair! SALEM IS GONNA BASH SAMMY GRIFFIN IN THE HEAD WITH THAT CH... [The crowd buzzes...] Jim Robson: HERE COMES "WILDCARD" JACEN CANADI! THE NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! [As the man who Canadi defeated earlier in the night, Salem, raises the chair overhead, Jacen Canadi snatches it away, and sucker punches Salem!] Jack Anderson: Look at that! Jacen Canadi just came to the rescue of Sammy Griffin from getting whacked in the head with a steel chair! I always knew he had good intentions. Sammy Griffin was always so damn paranoid. Jim Robson: And Griffin breaks free from Lance Tombs' grasp! I dunno Jack, I think Sammy Griffin is finding that save a little hard to swallow. Jack Anderson: If anything is gonna save the Back Door Boys from losing the titles, it would be Jacen Canadi, Sammy had better realize that. Jim Robson: My goodness, we have 3 separate brawls going on here! Sammy Griffin just rammed Lance Tombs' head into those steel steps! Jacen Canadi whips Salem into the guard railing! And "Bullfrog" Garrett Jax picks up James Brockwell for a piledriver... Jack Anderson: But Brockwell is kicking in the air! He's fighting it! Jim Robson: My God, Brockwell touches down to his feet! And now he's trying to bring the big Garrett Jax up with him! Jack Anderson: He's got Jax by the legs...SUPREME CHOICE, SUPREME CHOICE!! Jim Robson: Jax slips out! He slides down the back of Brockwell and pulls down! HE HOLDS HIM FOR THE PIN! 1............... 2............. NO! Brockwell slides out! Jack Anderson: Brockwell back on his feet though, he bounces off the ropes... Jim Robson: And Garrett Jax sees him! Jax bounces of the ropes too! [WHAP!] [OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!] [Brockwell flips a 180!] Jim Robson: CLOTHESLINE FROM HECK! CLOTHESLINE FROM HECK! AND JAX GOES FOR THE COVER! 1................ Jack Anderson: Salem runs into the ring! Jim Robson: And so does Sammy Griffin! 2..................... Jim Robson: Griffin spears Salem! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!! Jim Robson: THEY RETAIN THE TITLES! Jack Anderson: DAMN! FRANCINE: The winner's of this bout...and STILL IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... BULLFROG GARRETT JAX AND ANGEL SAMMY GRIFFIN, THE BOYS NEXT DOOR!!! Jim Robson: Jacen Canadi climbs into the ring and he tosses James Brockwell out like yesterday's laundry! [Salem tries to gather Lance Tombs and James Brockwell on the outside. As Cartwright goes to grab Bullfrog & Angels' hands, Jacen Canadi scares him away, so that he instead can raise their hands in victory.] Jack Anderson: Jacen Canadi is the only reason those guys retained the titles. Jim Robson: In that last pinfall attempt it was _Sammy Griffin_ who went in there to stop Salem, NOT Jacen Canadi. Jack Anderson: But it was Jacen Canadi who saves Sammy Griffin from getting bashed with a chair so that he _could_ go in there to stop Salem! [Griffin pulls his arm down from Canadi's grasp. After a brief stare off between Canadi and Griffin, Sammy motions Garrett Jax to follow him out of the ring. Jacen Canadi follows behind, giving the Boys Next Door a thumbs up.] Jim Robson: Seems like Sammy Griffin is still refusing to acknowledge the assistance of Jacen Canadi. Jack Anderson: Maybe Garrett Jax will knock some sense into him one of these days. Jim Robson: Well folks up next we have Justin Arcola taking on Matthew Reason in a Last Man Standing match... but before we go to that, lets go to Anthony Edwards who is backstage with Justin Arcola. [The camera cuts to backstage, where Anthony Edwards is conducting an interview with Justin Arcola. Arcola is dressed to fight and looks pumped up as he twists his neck to either side and shakes his muscles out.] Anthony Edwards: Justin Arcola, you are about to go head-to-head with Matthew Reason in what has to be one of the most physically and emotionally trying matches ever made, the Last Man Standing match! Justin Arcola: We're just minutes away, Anthony. Minutes away from the match that is going to go down in IWF/WOW history as the most horrendous display of violence since the legendary War For Territory! I know each and every fan in that arena and the millions watching live on Pay Per View are jacked and ready for what they're about to see! But Matthew Reason...are you ready? Are you prepared for the hell that awaits you when you step into my ring? I've dreamed up a delicious entree of agony... just for you! No appetizers, no desserts, just the main...f***ing..._course_ of indescribable pain! [Takes the microphone from Anthony Edwards and directs the camera towards him, getting in close.] Justin Arcola (quiet intensity): Reason...tonight, I am going to drain every single _drop_ of life essence in that twisted frame that you call a body. I will _torture_ you; I will rip out your heart and serve it up to you on a silver platter! You think you've taken the measure of my wrath, Matthew? You haven't even come _close_! The world you want to convince everyone that you live in -- that's my reality! The horribly disfigured fun house mirror reflection of broken dreams and empty lives. The place where I'm at would make you shudder deep beneath that ridiculous mask! And no amount of punishment that you can possibly dish out can get you so much as a _step_ closer to that world! And when it's all said and done, Reason, you'll begin to wonder if all the misery was worth it. If interfering in my personal life, in sending my own _brother_ out to do your dirty work for you, was worth all the pain you're about to endure! And all because I didn't do a job...THAT YOU COULDN'T DO YOURSELF! You're angry with me because I couldn't eliminate Billy Rock from the IWF/WOW spectrum at Christmas Madness? Reason, last I checked, you don't hold so much as _one victory_ over _anyone_ without some form of outside interference! Your only win on the record books was _six months ago_...and you didn't even wrestle the g*ddamn _match_! Your wrestling credentials are farther sub-par than Diamond Jim! And you're going to pass judgment on _my_ achievements here? Who _I've_ beaten in my career? Reason, you only exist in this federation because people pay to see you get your ass kicked! So tonight...I'm going to give them far more than their money's worth! You can hit me with a car, break my bones, spill my blood, and I will still come back for more! No matter what kind of Hell I have to endure...whatever it takes, I will be... THE LAST...MAN..._STANDING_! [Fade back to the arena.] [Hans Zimmer's "Brothers", from the motion picture Broken Arrow, creeps in as gritty, black and white footage of Jake Arcola's first trip down the aisle rolls ... ] V/O: A family ripped apart. [A string of sequences from the Arcola vs. Arcola match, culminating with a shrill scream for effect as Justin Arcola delivers the Katihajime Suplex to his brother ... ] V/O: The _reason_ behind it. [Matthew Reason reveals himself over the shoulder of Jake Arcola ... Cut away to the reaction of Justin Arcola ... ] V/O: The hunt for vengeance. [Justin scours the backstage vicinity for Reason ... ] V/O: The conflict. [A flash in the center of the collision between Arcola's Louisville Slugger and Reason's axe handle ... ] V/O: Ooohh ... the _horror_. [Screeching tires over the music, then the car crash from last Mayhem. Reason's voice slithers across the last view of Arcola, his head lurched forward next to the car window ... ] MATTHEW REASON: " ... one man will be left standing... at Wrestlefest that man...[pause] [whispering] ...will be me ... " [Fade away to Jim Robson and Jack Anderson.] Jim Robson: What a forboding count of events leading us into this next match. The winner will be the _Last_ ... _Man_ ... _Standing_. Jack Anderson: Jim, I'll be shocked if either one of these men are standing when this is over. There's a lot of bad blood to be spilled tonight. Jim Robson: Matthew Reason has invaded and raped the minds of every life he's touched. From Billy Rock to Eric Travers to Justin Arcola. I think Arcola, and possibly too late, has finally gotten a grasp of what this man and his deadly games are about. Jack Anderson: Oh they are no games, Jim. They're _lessons_. They are to be understood, but by who is a whole different discussion, and they are they be adhered to. They to be learned from. Jim Robson: Arcola has never faced anyone like this. Most of his opponents have tested him physically, but no one has caressed him mentally like Matthew Reason has. Reason has pushed him as far, if not further, than he's ever done to anyone. I mean, he lead Justin Arcola into a bloodbath with his own _brother_. Jack Anderson: And he's lead him straight into a massacre _tonight_. Jim Robson: It's time to test that theory, Jack. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ LAST MAN STANDING MATCH \ /\ / / | (_) | Justin Arcola vs Matthew Reason \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= ----------------------------> WRITER: Brian <---------------------------- [Cut away to the aisle.] FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen ... the following contest is a LAST MAN ... [POP!!! BEFORE SHE FINISHES ... ] FRANCINE: ... STANDING MATCH!!! ##I know the pieces fit ## [DAMN THAT SONG!!] ##cuz I watched them fall away## ##Mildewed and smoldering## FRANCINE: Coming down the aisle ... ##Fundamental differing## ##Pure intention just exposed## ##will set two lovers souls in motion## ##Disintegrating as it goes## FRANCINE: Standing 6'5" and tipping the scales at 269 pounds ... ##testing our communication## ##The light that fueled our fire## ##then has burned a hole between us so## ##We cannot see to reach an end## ##crippling our communication## FRANCINE: Here is ... ... M A T T H E W R E A S O N ! ! ! [With this out comes the Resident Psycho, Matthew Reason. His long black hair hangs damply over his black leather mask. Reason walks out wearing black jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt which reads "Why do you Hate me?" in red blood letters, on the back "Tell me the Reason." He stares solemnly down across his shoulder while drawing an unbelievable amount of disrespect.] Jim Robson: They _hate_ this monster. Jack Anderson: Their hate is his love, Jim. He doesn't see it the same way we do. FRANCINE: And his opponent ... [PASS THE EAR PLUGS!!] [The opening overdriven guitars of Facelift's "It Ain't Like That" bring the crowd to their feet. There are cheers, but largely out of simple respect. Those who like to play along with the good guy/bad guy frame generate some heat.] # 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 # FRANCINE: Coming down the aisle, from Rochester, New York, standing 6 feet, 3 inches tall and weighing in at 252 pounds... ... J U S T I N A R C O L A ! ! ! [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 tilted downward and his arms out at his sides, casting an eerie shadow in the white floodlight. The light fades to a single spot, casting darkness all around him.] # Where I go is when I feel I'm able # # How I fight is why I'm feelin' sore # # In my mind, not forgotten # # Feel as though, a tooth were rotten # # Behind the smile, a tongue that's slippin' # # Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin' # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # [Arcola thrusts his arm in the air. He sharply starts a walk to the ring. The fans don't heckle him, but aren't exactly rushing out to him with open arms either; they don't really know what to make of him. Arcola climb up onto the apron and turns back to the crowd before stepping in through the ropes.] # Here I sit writing on the paper # # Trying to make the words you can't ignore # # In my eyes, what I'm lacking # # Score at face, a ten for slacking # # Sign the deal, set in motion # # Smaller fish, so huge the ocean # # See the cycle I've waited for # # It ain't like that anymore # [Arcola stands in the center of the ring, once again raising his arms in the air as flashbulbs light up the arena. The lights come back up to their full level. He walks over to the corner and stretches himself on the top rope, waiting for the match to begin.] [Reason stands in one corner of the ring, still watching the floor. Arcola snorts, then spits to the arena floor as he bounces around in his own corner, rotating his neck and swinging his arms across his chest. He wraps a deadly gaze around Reason.] DING DING DING Jim Robson: You could cut the tension with a knife as these two prepare for the fight of their lives! Oh man, how is Arcola going to be affected by that horrendous car crash just four days ago? Word going around is that he's wrestling with a contusion. [Arcola walks a strait, steady line toward the center of the ring, barely able to compose himself, though he wants to keep a steady head. Referee Michael Hall waves Reason out of the corner, but he doesn't budge.] Jim Robson: What is this? Is Reason backing out of a sudden? Is he showing his true feathers? Jack Anderson: All part of the lesson, Robson. [He's had enough!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA EXPLODES ON REASON! HE TAKES HIM DEEP INTO THE CORNER WITH A KNEE LIFT TO THE GUT! [Reason grabs his stomach, crouching down, but not fighting back.] Jim Robson: Arcola beats him about the side of the head! Reason's skull is bouncing from Arcola's fist to the turnbuckles and back again! [Arcola grabs the top rope and sinks a rapid succession of vigorous stomps into Reason's head and chest until he's completely horizontal.] Jim Robson: Justin Arcola is a man possessed! This is not the calculated collegiate prodigy who systematically dissects his opponents! HE'S JUST GONNA TEAR MATTHEW REASON APART! [Arcola drops onto Reason's chest, pinning his shoulders to the mat with his knees, and throwing cross punches into his skull. Left to right. Left to right.] Jack Anderson: Okay, Reason. Spring the trap! [Nothing. Arcola grabs him by the hair and pulls him up whether he wants to or not.] Jim Robson: Arcola fires him into the ropes! He follows him across the ring and clotheslines him over the top rope! [Reason lands on his side on the apron, but bounces off and down to the concrete floor.] Jack Anderson: Come on, Reason! It aint cute anymore! Fight back! Jim Robson: Arcola climbs out of the ring. He hoists Reason into a backdrop--NO!! [CLANG!!] Jim Robson: HE DROPPED TO HIS KNEES AND HEAVED HIM FORWARD INTO THE RAILING!! [Arcola pounces back to his feet and slams his hands on the apron out of pure adrenaline.] Jim Robson: Reason is crawling across the floor, trying to get as far away as he can! Arcola stalks him though. He grabs Reason by the hair from behind and pulls him backward onto his knees. Remember folks, just because the man is on the floor doesn't mean the count is on. Referee Michael Hall will only begin to count whenever there is no sign of movement. We play for real here in I/W. [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA REVERSE DDT'S HIM!! HE DIDN'T EVEN PICK HIM UP OFF HIS KNEES!! [Reason's lies back with his knees still bent, his heels jabbing him in the small of his back.] Jack Anderson: WHAT ARE YA DOIN', REASON!? GET UP! Jim Robson: Justin swipes a chair from the timekeeper's table. He lays it across Reason's head! [BANG!!] Jim Robson: KNEE DROP!! [Reason's legs pop out from underneath him. His arms shoot into the air.] Jim Robson: You think the rumors are true, Jack? Does Matthew Reason LIKE THE PAIN? Jack Anderson: He must! He's accepting an obscene amount of it! Jim Robson: Arcola rolls him back into the ring, but Reason is crawling away! Apparently he's using any sense he has left right now. He crawls out of the other side of the ring near the aisle. Arcola doesn't even cross the ring. He walks around it. Reason is crawling away! He's crawling up the aisle! Arcola's jogging after him now! Don't let him get away! Jack Anderson: RUN, REASON! RUN! Jim Robson: Arcola's got him! He turns him around on his knees! OH! [BOO HIM!!] Jim Robson: Reason headbutts him right between the uprights! Arcola hunches in pain! Reason grabs him around the neck! DDT FROM HIS KNEES! Arcola's been laid out in the aisle! Reason grabs the railing and assists himself to his feet. Jack Anderson: Now this is what I've been waiting for! This is where Matthew Reason comes alive! [The Resident Psycho reaches into the crowd and pulls something out.] Jim Robson: He just stole a camera from someone! [Security stands between Reason and a teenager reaching over the railing for his camera. Reason channels his sick sense of humor and takes a quick picture of the boy, then turns and ... ] [CRACK!!] Jim Robson: HE SHATTERS THE CAMERA OVER ARCOLA'S HEAD!! Jack Anderson: A picture is worth a thousand words, but I bet not one of them could describe how much that hurt! [Referee Michael Hall has followed the action to the aisle and nearly begins a count, but Arcola is making an effort to push himself up.] Jim Robson: Look at the intestinal fortitude of Justin Arcola! Reason's put him down but he refuses to stay still! Jack Anderson: You didn't say that when Reason was crawling across the floor. Jim Robson: Arcola isn't running away! Reason scoops him up and hoists him over his shoulder! He wraps both arms around his waist and jogs him toward the entrance! [PAP!!] [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: MY GOD!! A RUNNING TOMBSTONE!! RIGHT AT THE LIP OF THE ENTRANCE!! [This time Arcola doesn't move. The ref administers the first count of the match.] 1 . . . 2 . . . [Arcola flattens his palms against the floor, trying to stop the count.] 3 . . . 4 . . . Jim Robson: Arcola settles on one knee! As soon as he lifts that other knee off the floor the count has to stop! 5 . . . Jim Robson: Matthew Reason drives him back down with a boot across the back of the head! [He grabs Arcola by the hair and drags him across the floor, through the entrance and into the backstage area. The room gradually grows toward the back, splitting into two hallways.] Jim Robson: This could lead to all kinds of terrible, Jack! Jack Anderson: Look what Reason has at his disposal! Tables, ladders, and chairs to be used later tonight! Leftover barbed wire from that amazing Stairway To Hell match! And look at him! Reason looks like a kid in a candy store! Jim Robson: I don't like the glaze in those eyes. He grabs Arcola by a handful of hair and-- [KACHUNK!!] Jim Robson: Throws him into a table! [Arcola rolls over the table, landing on the other side. The table teeters toward him, landing on him sideways.] Jim Robson: Reason grabs the table by the legs! Those things aren't very light at all. He lifts it ... [KACHUNK!! CHING!!] Jim Robson: AND SLAMS IT BACK INTO ARCOLA! [The table lies over him with the legs pointing up.] [CHUNK!!] Jim Robson: Reason jumps onto the table, landing with both feet! He steps down and rolls it off, back onto it's legs. He rolls Arcola onto the table. Reason appears to be looking for something. Jack Anderson: Uh-oh. I believe he's found it. [Reason reaches out for a spool of barbed wire.] Jim Robson: Oh no! Oh no! [GASP!!] Jim Robson: HE'S WRAPPING IT AROUND ARCOLA!! HE'S STRAPPING HIM TO THE TABLE WITH BARBED WIRE!! Jack Anderson: He's making it TIGHT too! You can almost see those razor sharp wires penetrating the skin! [After winding it around Arcola and the table three times, Reason grabs a ladder and drags it over.] Jim Robson: Arcola is bleeding from the arms, chest, and stomach! Reason opens up the ladder and starts climbing. [He grabs the top of the ladder, beginning to rock it back and forth.] Jim Robson: NO!! NO!! NO!! Jack Anderson: ARCOLA CAN ONLY WATCH!! HE CAN'T MOVE A MUSCLE!! [The ladder tips slowly toward the table. It comes off it's legs on Reason's side and topples ... ] Jim Robson: LORD NOOO!!! [KUNK!! CLANG!!] [SCRRRRRRAPE!!] [The ladder, along with Reason's weight, plummet into Arcola, shattering the table and who knows how many bones.] Jack Anderson: JUSTIN ARCOLA IS LYING IN A HEAP OF RUBBLE!! HIS BODY IS LITTERED WITH SPLINTERS AND BARBED WIRE!! Jim Robson: That move was intended to put Arcola down for a lot more than ten seconds!! [Reason rolls away from the destruction and sits with his back against a large speaker.] Jim Robson: Referee Hall is going to count Arcola out! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 Jim Robson: Arcola isn't showing any signs of life! [His eyes are open, but he can't seem to move.] 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . Jim Robson: HE'S TEARING AT THE BARBED WIRE! HE'S RIPPING IT RIGHT OUT OF HIS SKIN! [Arcola throws the wire aside and kicks pieces of the table away.] Jim Robson: Yeah! Arcola's coming back! HE LUNGES AT REASON! [PHOOM!!] Jim Robson: THE SPEAKER TOPPLES OVER!! ARCOLA IS ON TOP OF REASON, THROWING ALL HE HAS AT HIM! REASON TURNS HIM OVER, THROWING IT ALL BACK! THEIR FISTS ARE FLOCKING TO ONE ANOTHER'S SKULL! [Arcola turns it over once more, this time both men fall off the speaker.] Jim Robson: They're scrambling to get up! Reason throws a fist! Blocked by Arcola! He wraps Reason in a front face lock! OH GOD!! [BOOM!!] [KZZZ!! KZZZ!!] Jim Robson: 180 FISHERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE SPEAKER!!! SPARKS ARE FLYING AND REASON IS INSIDE THE SPEAKER!! HIS ARMS AND LEGS ARE STICKING OUT THE TOP!! Jack Anderson: HE'S ON FIRE!! REASON IS ON FIRE!! [Small flames spill from the top and bottom of the speaker.] Jim Robson: Reason is going wild trying to get out! He's able to kick one side of the speaker out! And he's climbing out! Reason's climbing out BUT HE'S ON FIRE!! HIS SHIRT IS CATCHING FIRE!! [PHSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA JUST DOUSED HIM WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!! Reason staggers around! [DONG!!] Jim Robson: Arcola pounds him across the skull with the bottom of the extinguisher! Reason hits the ground! Justin lifts it over his head! NO DON'T DO THAT!! DON'T DO IT, JUSTIN! YOU'LL CAVE HIS SKULL!! [DONG!!] [UUUHH!!] Jack Anderson: NO! THAT'S SICK! THAT'S TWISTED AND SICK! Jim Robson: HE SLAMMED IT RIGHT INTO REASON'S FOREHEAD!! [Justin backs away for a breather as the count returns.] Jim Robson: Referee Hall is counting out Reason! This is gonna be all! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 Jim Robson: Reason is striving here. He's pushing himself to his feet. Arcola comes toward him. He pulls Reason up and sticks his own head under Reason's armpit. Waistlock. [THWAP!!] Jim Robson: Northern lights suplex, but he doesn't let go! [Arcola rolls sideways over the top of Reason's body, plants his feet, and pulls him back up.] [THWAP!!] Jim Robson: ANOTHER ONE!! [Ditto, but this time ... ] [CRACK!!] Jack Anderson: DAMN! Jim Robson: A THIRD ROLLING NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX INTO THE LEFTOVERS OF THE SPEAKER!!! THIS IS BRUTALIZING! Arcola pulls Reason up and walks him back toward the entrance. [POP!!] Jim Robson: They're back out on the entrance platform! Arcola front facelocks Reason. He holds him vertically in the air! [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: BRAINBUSTER!! Arcola is focusing relentlessly on Reason's crown tonight! Jack Anderson: I wish Reason would gain some focus! This aint looking good. Jim Robson: That move is going to draw another count from referee Hall. Reason is prone. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 Jim Robson: Look at Arcola! He's waving Reason on! It's almost like he WANTS HIM to get up! 5 . . . 6 . . . Jim Robson: Reason is crawling across the stage, toward the ramp that leads into the aisle! Arcola walks calmly behind him as Reason comes off his knees, halting the count. Arcola is getting as much out of those counts as he can. Using them to take breathers, but never removing his eyes from Reason. He follows him to the edge of the stage. Reason changed course and now he's wandering off to the side. Arcola reaches out for him. REASON TURNS AND KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH! He locks his arms behind his back! OH NO!! OH NO!! _OH_!!!!! [GASP!!] _MY_!!!!! [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] [FLASH!] _LORD_!!!!! Jack Anderson: DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Jim Robson: HE HIT THE 34TH STREET MASSACRE RIGHT OFF THE EDGE OF THE FREAKIN' STAGE AND ONTO THE FLOOR!! THAT'S AT LEAST A TEN FOOT DROP!! [An overhead view shows both men down. No spirit in either one.] Jim Robson: MY GOD IN HEAVEN!! THAT WAS ONE OF THE DAMNDEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN!!! [Referee Hall stands at the edge of the ramp, almost too stunned to do his job, but he brings himself back to earth.] Jim Robson: Hall is counting against BOTH men! This one could very well end in a draw! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 Jim Robson: REASON SCREAMS IN AGONY AS HE ROLLS ONTO HIS SIDE! 7 . . . 8 Jim Robson: HE PUTS HIS KNEES ON ARCOLA TO KEEP HIM OFF THE FLOOR! Hall stops the count because Reason's knees are keeping Arcola down. Jack Anderson: Arcola aint moving anyway! Count him out! Jim Robson: That's going to be one of the most unforgettable moves I've ever seen! And now Reason is leaving Arcola behind! He's walking, aimlessly it appears, but on a path toward the ring. Arcola is still isn't moving, and that's forcing the ref to work up another count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 Jim Robson: Reason lowers his head onto the ring apron and forces himself under the bottom rope. 5 . . . 6 . . . Jim Robson: Arcola's eyes are open once again, and he's rolling onto his side. I think he's milking this second count for all it's worth. He needs the break. 7 . . . Jack Anderson: I disagree. I don't think he could get up if he tried! I think it's over right here! 8 . . . Jim Robson: We'll find out in just a couple of seconds! 9 . . . . . . . . [PIZZZZZOP!!!!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA STANDS!!! [As Arcola staggers toward the ring, Reason rolls back out. He lifts the ring apron looking for objects under the ring. He pulls out a shovel. A table. A toolbox. A 2x4. Anything he can get his hands on.] Jim Robson: Arcola rounds the ring! [Fans are reaching out, patting him on the shoulders for support, but Arcola is focused.] Jim Robson: HE'S COMING UP BEHIND REASON!! [BONG!!] Jim Robson: AND GETS SURPRISED WITH A SNOW SHOVEL ACROSS THE HEAD!! Arcola falls to his hands and knees! Reason raises that shovel over his head! [CRACK!!] Jim Robson: AND HE BREAKS IT OVER ARCOLA'S BACK!! He pulls him up and rolls him into the ring. Reason grabs the toolbox and brings it in! Arcola pulls himself up with help from the ropes. He's got his hand pressed against the small of his back though, where that shovel shattered. Reason opens up the toolbox. Jack Anderson: Whatcha wanna do in a situation like this is take a big wrench and-- Jim Robson: Will you stop? Reason ... PULLS OUT A HAMMER!! Jack Anderson: That'll work too. Jim Robson: That will NOT work! Whatever he's got in mind to do with that could KILL Justin Arcola! Jack Anderson: He caused a collision with Arcola's car! You think he's worried if he takes the credit for Arcola's untimely demise? Jim Robson: Arcola strikes first with a clothesline! No, Reason ducks! [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: AND SLAMS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK WITH THE HAMMER!! ARCOLA FALLS FLAT ON HIS FACE! HALL MAKES THE COUNT! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . Jim Robson: Arcola grabs the middle rope! He's pulling himself-- [UUUHH!!] Jack Anderson: Adda boy! Jim Robson: REASON HAMMERED HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK AGAIN!! ARCOLA GOES RIGHT BACK DOWN!! Reason doesn't allow a count though! He squats over Arcola's back and locks him up in a camel clutch! Jack Anderson: And he can hold that move as long as he wants. It doesn't matter if Arcola passes out. Reason only has to let go when he wants to! We have seen all there is of Justin Arcola! Jim Robson: Reason is sitting way down on Arcola's back and really wrenching back on his chin! Arcola's neck is NOT in good healthy after that car crash! Arcola's just growling in pain! Jack Anderson: I think he just said he quit! I think Arcola just threw in the towel! Jim Robson: No he did not! Arcola is hanging in with everything he's got! He's reaching out for the ropes! Jack Anderson: That aint gonna help either! Hall can't force the hold to be broken! The only way this match can end is when one man cannot answer the ten count! Jim Robson: It looks like Justin is fading out! That desperate grasp for the ropes is becoming less determined by the second! His hand is slowly inching toward the mat! And it's down! It's down! [Referee Hell drops to his knees, trying to contact Arcola, but his eyes are shit and his lips aren't moving. Reason applies hold tighter than ever.] Jim Robson: What is this!? Referee Hall is applying the count! 1 . . . 2 . . . Jack Anderson: Arcola's knees ARE on the ground, and he aint moving! If he can't answer this ten count with some kind of response then it's over! It's all over! Hah hah! 3 . . . 4 AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! . . . Jim Robson: Come on, Justin! Respond! 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! AR-CO-LA!!! . . . 8 Jack Anderson: He aint gonna make it! He's not reacting to ANYTHING! 9 . . . . . . . . . . [___POP!!!!!___] Jim Robson: THIS CROWD HAS COME ALIVE AND SO HAS JUSTIN ARCOLA!!! HE REACHES OUT AND GRABS HALL BY THE COLLAR!! [Arcola, from the camel clutch position, holds Hall tightly by the shirt and looks him dead in the eyes, shaking his head slowly but firmly "no".] Jack Anderson: I can't believe it! Jim Robson: That is unbelievable!! Simply unbelievable! [Arcola slides his arms off of Reason's knees and begins pushing off the mat. Reason shakes his head disobediently.] Jim Robson: Reason can't stop it! Jack Anderson: But look at the pain on Arcola's face as he fights! He can't take it! Jim Robson: He grabs one of Reason's ankles and yanks! Reason falls off! Reason falls off! Arcola crawls quickly toward the ropes and rolls out of the ring! Reason chases after him! He sticks his head through the ropes! [CLANG!!] [CHING!! CHING!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA BLASTED HIM WITH THE TOOL BOX!!! NUTS, BOLTS, WRENCHES, AND SCREWDRIVERS FLEW EVERYWHERE!! REASON IS JUST HANGING OVER THE MIDDLE ROPE NOW! THE EXPOSED TOP OF HIS HEAD IS DRIPPING BLOOD LIKE A LEAKY FAUCET!! ARCOLA SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING! He waistlocks Reason from behind and pulls him across the ring! OH JESUS!! [GASP!!] [CLANG!!!!] . . . Jim Robson: ARCOLA GERMAN SUPLEXED HIM _OVER THE TOP ROPE_!!! [Reason lands on the concrete floor, near the railing, on his head and shoulders with the rest of his body folded over him.] Jack Anderson: THAT COULDA KILLED HIM!! Jim Robson: Turnabout is fair play! [Arcola drops to his knees, massaging the back of his neck and grimacing.] Jim Robson: Arcola still looks the worse for wear. He rolls out of the ring and grabs Reason, who isn't taking this lying down. He puts Reason's head between his thighs. Be careful, Justin! [DING!!] [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA POWERBOMBED HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE STEEL POST!! REASON'S HEAD CRACKED AGAINST IT!! Arcola squanders no time! He pulls Reason by his legs toward our table here! Reason's head is under our table! Jack Anderson: LOOK OUT!! [KACHING!!] Jim Robson: LORD! OUR TABLE SLID ABOUT A FOOT OVER! ARCOLA SWUNG REASON'S HEAD INTO ONE OF THE LEGS!! Jack Anderson: It's ruthlessly obvious now, Jim! Arcola has a plan! He's concentrating on the head of Matthew Reason! He's looking for permanent damage here! Jim Robson: Arcola grabs a chair! He points it down! [CRACK!!] Jim Robson: AND DRIVES THE POINT OF IT INTO REASON'S SKULL!! Arcola is on a tear! He props up a table that Reason pulled out from underneath the ring earlier! He rolls Reason onto the apron nearest it. Arcola climbs onto the apron as well. He's hooking Reason's arms behind his back! Jack Anderson: He's not going to perform an Arcola Driver from the APRON is he!? Jim Robson: Justin Arcola will resort to anything at this point! HE'S SETTING HIM UP FOR IT, AND DON'T BE SURPRISED IF THAT TABLE IS IN SHAMBLES WHEN IT'S ALL OVER!! HERE GO--NO! REASON HOOKS HIS FOOT UNDERNEATH THE ROPE! . . . Jim Robson: REASON IS BACK BODY DROPPING HIM!! ARCOLA'S NOT RELEASING HIS ARMS THOUGH!!! . . . Jim Robson: THEY BOTH FALL, REASON ON TOP!!! . . . . . [GASP!!] [CRRRRRACKKKKK!!!!] Jim Robson: SWEET SARA LEE!!! BOTH MEN THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Jack Anderson: REASON'S CRAWLING AWAY! Jim Robson: He suffered the least impact! Arcola is still lying in the aftermath! Reason pulls himself up by the timekeeper's table. He grabs the bell! Reason has the bell! Arcola's climbing out! He grabs the apron and pulls himself up! Here comes Reason! HE THROWS THE BELL AT HIM!! [DING!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA DODGED IT! THE BELL HIT THE RING POST! [UUUHH!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA SPEARS REASON TO THE GROUND!! HE FIRES ON HIM WITH A BLIZZARD OF FISTS!! REASON ROLLS HIM OVER!! ARCOLA TURNS IT AGAIN!! THEY'VE ROLLED UNDER THE RING!! THEY'RE UNDER THE RING!! WE CAN'T SEE WHAT'S GOING ON!! Jim Robson: That apron is shaking all over the place! Those two are definitely at one anothers throats under there! Jack Anderson: ANYTHING could be happening under there! We've gotta get them out! ARCOLA COULD BE KILLING HIM! Jim Robson: On the other side of the coin, Reason could be killing Arcola! Hey, that apron has stopped moving. I'm getting a bad, bad feeling. Jack Anderson: There is an EERIE silence right now. . . . . . Jim Robson: Nothing's happening! Someone get under there! . . . [Referee Michael Hall decides to kneel down and lift up the apron. He sticks his head under to see what's happening. He comes back out and begins to count ... ] Jim Robson: Hall is counting both men out for the second time! They are under the ring is there is no sign of activity! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 Jim Robson: Still nothing! . . . 6 Jim Robson: Don't let it end this way! 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 . . . . . Jack Anderson: It's over! Both men are gonna be counted ou-- [SSSSHHHHRRRRP!!!] [HOLY SH*T!!!] . . . Jack Anderson: OH MY GOD!!! Jim Robson: ARCOLA AND REASON HAVE COME UP _THROUGH_ THE CANVAS, AND THEY ARE TRADING PUNCHES BACK AND FORTH!!! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!! [The crowd is lit as Arcola pounds Reason, knocking him backward, but Reason coming back up and answering right back.] Jim Robson: THEY ARE WAIST DEEP IN THE RING, GOING AT IT TOOTH AND NAIL!! [Referee Hall stares in shock as he climbs on the apron.] Jack Anderson: I've never seen nothing like it! This is amazing! Jim Robson: THESE TWO ARE ANIMALS! THEY ARE ANIMALS FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES! Arcola slams Reason in the head with a nasty forearm! He slides up into the ring! Jack Anderson: This is unreal! Absolutely unreal! Jim Robson: Arcola reaches down and pulls Reason out of the ring by his hair! Reason kicks him in the bread basket! He lured Justin into that one! Yakuza kick right in the face! Arcola falls flat on his back! Reason reaches out of the ring and grabs a folding chair. He drops it right on the mat. Picks up Arcola now and fires him into the ropes. Off the rebound. TILT-A-WHIRL ... [CLANG!!] Jim Robson: ONTO THE CHAIR!! Arcola is in TERRIBLE shape now! He's gotta be feeling it all the way from his neck to his lower back. Reason scoops him up and sits him on the top rope, facing the crowd. He climbs up from behind and waistlocks Arcola. Reason hooks his feet behind the ropes. [BOOM!!] Jim Robson: TOP ROPE GERMAN SUPLEX!! REASON STAYED HOOKED TO THE TOP ROPES!! He pulls himself back up and turns around, standing atop the third floor. [BOOM!!] Jim Robson: WHAT AGILITY! Jack Anderson: A frog splash from a 6'5'er! Jim Robson: Reason opens up the chair and lays it on it's back. He picks up Arcola in a backdrop position. [CLANG!!] Jack Anderson: BLUE THUNDER BOMB ONTO THAT OPEN CHAIR!! Jim Robson: THE REASONABLE FORCE POWERBOMB!!! IT'S OVER! IT'S ALL OVER! Hall is counting! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 Jim Robson: Reason is just lying there, staring at Arcola who has yet to move! 6 . . . 7 Jack Anderson: There's no gettin' up from that! Arcola's finished! 8 . . . Jim Robson: ARCOLA'S ROLLING OVER!! 9 . . . 9.5 . . . Jack Anderson: HE FELL!! . . . 9.9 . . . Jim Robson: NO!! HE STAGGERED!! HE JUST STAGGERED, BUT HE'S UP!! [Reason springs up quickly. He waistlocks Arcola from behind once again.] Jim Robson: He's going for another Reasonable Force Powerbomb! Jack Anderson: HIT IT! [POP!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA FLIPS OVER HIS BACK! Reason spins around! Arcola boots him in the stomach! HE LIFTS HIM INTO A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB POSITION! . . . . .. Jim Robson: ARCOLA CARRIES HIM TOWARD THE ROPES!! [GASP!!] Jim Robson: AND HEAVES HIM OVER!! MY GOD, ARCOLA HEAVED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! [CLANG!!!] Jim Robson: REASON COLLIDES WITH THE RAILING!! HALL COUNTS!! 1 .. .. .. 2 .. .. .. 3 .. .. .. 4 .. .. .. 5 Jim Robson: HE WON'T GET UP FROM THIS! NEVER! 6 .. .. .. Jack Anderson: Reason aint no quitter! He's just biding his time! 7 .. .. .. 8 .. .. .. Jim Robson: HE'S OUT COLD! THIS IS IT! [Arcola walks around the ring with his hands raised high.] 9 .. .. .. .. .. 9.5 .. .. .. Jim Robson: THIS IS--WHAT!? NO!! .. .. .. [BOOOOOOOOOO!!!] Jim Robson: TWO YOUNG FANS IN MATTHEW REASON T-SHIRTS JUST REACHED OVER THE RAILING AND JERKED HIM UP!!! [Security storms the area, grabbing both fans and dragging them away. Reason falls back to the floor.] Jim Robson: The count was stopped! Jack Anderson: Now THAT is a couple of die hard fans! Reason fans are the greatest! Jim Robson: Stop encouraging them, Jack! You should NEVER get involved in a contest like this! Arcola is visibly upset. He rolls out of the ring and grabs Reason, rolling him back in. Arcola follows. He pushes Reason into the corner! Reason headbutts him! Arcola staggers back! REASON COMES OUT WITH A LARIAT! [POP!!] Jim Robson: Arcola catches his arm! He turns Reason around! .. .. .. [THWOOMP!!!] .. .. .. HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! HO-LY SH*T!!! .. .. .. Jim Robson: KATIHAJIME SUPLEX!!! REASON WENT THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE RING!!! HE WENT RIGHT THROUGH IT!!! [Referee Hall begins the count as Arcola rests on his knees.] 1 .. .. .. 2 .. .. .. 3 .. .. .. 4 .. .. .. 5 .. .. .. 6 Jim Robson: There is no sign of Reason whatsoever! 7 .. .. .. 8 .. .. .. 9 .. .. .. Jack Anderson: Come back to us, Matthew! Come back! .. .. .. 9.5 .. .. .. [Arcola springs up and looks into the hole ... ] .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. [... and thrusts his arms in the air.] 10!!!!! Jim Robson: IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!! DING DING DING FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen ... the winner of this match ... the Last Man Standing ... [Facelift's "It Aint Like That" plays.] .... J U S T I N A R C O L A ! ! ! ! ! [__HEEEEEYUUUUUGE__ POP!!!!!] Jim Robson: ARCOLA SURVIVED!! ARCOLA SURVIVED!! Jack Anderson: Where is Reason!? What happened to Reason!? Jim Robson: He got WHOOPED, that's what happened to him! And Justin Arcola is standing tall as the Last Man Standing! What a classic! Can ANYTHING top that! Jack Anderson: Yeah! Reason winning! Who is to say he wasn't off his knees under there? Jim Robson: Referee Michael Hall is! He watched him the whole time. Ladies and gentlemen, Justin Arcola is your Last Man Standing! Jack Anderson: I cannot believe it. Jim Robson: Well folks, while officials quickly try to repair the ring, I have to remind you that Razor Ron Jeremy is taking on Maverick in just a few minutes... but right now lets take a look at these pre-recorded comments from RRJ and Maverick. [Backstage, Maverick sits in a folding chair. He stares directly at the wall. Razor Ron Jeremy paces back & forth behind him.] Razor Ron Jeremy: This is it Mav. You get this and you'll be ready... Maverick: I am as ready as I am ever going to be. RRJ: Okey Dokey. Listen carefully...A man lives on the 10th floor of an apartment building. Every weekday morning at 8 AM, he takes the elevator down to the lobby, leaves the apartment, and goes to work. At 6 PM the man returns. When he gets in the elevator he takes it to the 4th floor...Once he gets to the 4th floor, he takes a flight of stairs up to the 10th floor... Why? [RRJ stops pacing. Maverick closes his eyes.] RRJ: C'mon Maverick! I know you can do this. Think! Concentrate man! Stay focused! Don't stray away now.... [Maverick opens his eyes. He smiles as he stands up and looks directly through the swimming goggles of RRJ.] Maverick: He's a midget and he can't reach the higher buttons. RRJ: (smiling) And without even asking me to repeat the details. Excellent work Mav. You got it. As far as I'm concerned you're just a little bit away from getting back to where you used to be...if not better. Maverick: You know what Ron? I believe your right. And speaking of which... [He lifts up Glovie, which is hanging around his neck.] Maverick: What do you want me to do with it after the match? RRJ: (chuckling a little) Maverick you don't understand. This whole process has been like nursing a broken bone...or in this case, a broken hand I guess. You get a cast placed over it, and you take the time to let your wound heel. Yeah, you place a garbage bag over it when you take a shower. You jam a fork in there to get the itches you can't reach. But in just a few moments, Maverick, it'll be time for that cast to come off...Whether you wanna retain your cast as a souvenir of this crazy time in your life, or discard it because it's stinking up your closet with dead skin cells, that's entirely up to you my friend. Maverick: I think I got it. After climbing the mountain, you get to look forward to going down. RRJ Uh-huh. [Pause. Maverick turns away.] Maverick: I am a winner. I am successful. I am a great athlete. RRJ: Mav! Maverick: What is it? RRJ: Time to cut that crap. You're wrestling Razor Ron Jeremy now. Maverick: You're right. I'm ready when you are. Ron, thanks for all the help. And thanks for believing in me. I never would have made it without you. RRJ: No problem; this a great thing for both of us. Good luck out there. [RRJ extends his hand. Maverick shakes it.] Maverick: You too. [Both men go their separate ways. We go back to the ring.] Jim Robson: Folks, this should make for an interesting match. Jack Anderson: RRJ and Maverick? Please. Jim Robson: I'm guessing you'll be impartial. Jack Anderson: You bet. Jim Robson: They are putting the final touch-ups on the ring, and everything looks ready to go once again. Jack Anderson: It's about damn time! Jim Robson: Lets go to the ring. __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ RESPECT MATCH \ /\ / / | (_) | Razor Ron Jeremy vs Maverick \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= ------------------------> WRITER: Ameet Nagpal <------------------------- FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is a Respect Match! ["Rock the Party" by P.O.D. begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Grosse Pointe, Michigan standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 350 pounds, here is ... Maverick!!!! [Green laser lights fill the arena and flood the entrance as the arena lights go down and Maverick walks out backwards with his arms outstretched from his body. He has on his leather jacket with his name spelled out in gothic letters. He is wearing denim shorts, and his boots have metal plates that extend from his toes to the top of his ankle. Maverick, his head lowered and his hair in front of his face, slowly turns to the ring and drops his arms as he flips his hair out of his face. He looks out across the arena as the lights come back up and he starts the walk to the ring. He gets to the ring and removes his jacket revealing a T-shirt of some obscure rock band. We also see that his fists are taped. He drops his jacket and slides under the bottom rope ready for action. Around his neck is Glovie, necklace-style. He places Glovie on the ringpost, and turns to the aisle.] Jim Robson: Maverick has been rising the ladder here in the I/W ever since he went under the wing of Razor Ron Jeremy. Jack Anderson: Both of these guys are nutballs. Bootie was bad enough, but now we have Glovie... I don't know what the world is coming to. Jim Robson: Well Jack, I know that this is going to be a great match... both of these men have a great deal of respect for each other... it's gonna be a big time bout. 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 berzerk.] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, U.S.A., standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska down to ringside. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants, homemade tie-dye T-shirt, white amateur wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Ron is God and God is Ron", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "BOOTIE! GLOVIE!" signs. He pantomimes the lyrics of his theme song as he dances to the ring, and some of the fans follow along with drinking motions and driving away someplace real far.] Jack Anderson: This guy... wow. [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside and pulls Bootie out from under the ring. For the fans amusement, and possible use for later, he sticks it onto the turnbuckle.] Jim Robson: Well folks, it's already been a big night, and this match definitely won't disappoint. Both of these guys are big time powerhouse wrestlers, so it'll be really interesting to see who'll get the upper hand. Jack Anderson: It'll be interesting to see if these guys know that they're at a wrestling pay per view and not the Kings of Comedy. [The bell rings, as both men stare at each other. Maverick offers his hand, and RRJ shakes it. The crowd pops for this show of sportsmanship. Maverick doesn't really know what to do, so his mentor goes in with a collar-and-elbow tieup. RRJ drops Mav into a side headlock.] Jack Anderson: It seems like Maverick really doesn't want to fight this match, Jim... he's just sort of going through the motions. [Jeremy starts talking to Mav with the headlock on... "Come on, focus! Think options Maverick!" Jeremy releases the headlock and Irish whips Mav across the ring. RRJ goes for a big boot, but Mav ducks under. Jeremy turns around and Mav instinctively drops him with an inverted Russian legsweep! Mav is right back up, and turns Jeremy over, checking on him. Mav realizes what he's doing and comes off the ropes, dropping a knee across RRJ's skull. He hooks the far leg. 1... 2... kickout!] Jack Anderson: I think I'll say this a couple of times during this match, but... are you kidding me?! Maverick forgot he was in a wrestling match and tried to check up on Ron Jeremy! Jim Robson: He was just making sure that his teacher was alright, Jack... this _is_ a respect match. [Maverick brings RRJ up, and applies a chickenwing submission. RRJ screams out as Mav wrenches back on his right arm... RRJ manages to scream out, "Think fast!" as he goes behind Mav and reverses the move on him, now holding Maverick in a chickenwing! RRJ exclaims, "Don't lose me!" as he wrenches on Mav's arm... a look of rage appears on Mav's face, perhaps frustrated with the in-ring teaching of RRJ, and bends over, flipping RRJ over him and onto the mat!] Jim Robson: Good counter by Maverick! RRJ is sitting up... Mav with a dropkick to the back of RRJ's head! RRJ is slow to his feet... Maverick with a big left to the head! Jack Anderson: Maverick Irish whips him... picks him up... flapjack! Great move by Maverick! Maybe this crazy bastard can actually pull this out! Jim Robson: RRJ really has been in a slump ever since he took Maverick under his wing... maybe this'll be a case of the student surpassing the teacher! Mav is down for the cover! 1... 2... kickout! [Mav is back on the offensive, bringing the owner of Bootie up once more. He brings him up under his arm for a sidewalk slam, and drives him into the mat.] Jim Robson: Maverick is so much bigger than Ron Jeremy... usually, you won't see a guy much bigger than RRJ, but Mav is a huge guy and he's using that for his advantage right now. [Mav brings RRJ up again, and this time hoists him for a suplex... instead of going for the suplex, he drops into a facebuster! RRJ writhes on the mat as Mav comes off the ropes and drops a legdrop across the back of RRJ's head! He turns him over and goes for the cover... 1... 2... kickout!] Jim Robson: _So_ close! That's three pin attempts by Maverick this early in the match. He really wants to get out of here without getting hurt or hurting the guy that has brought him so far. Jack Anderson: This isn't a love affair, Jim, it's a _wrestling_ match... and it's _Wrestlefest_, for Christ's sakes! These fans are looking for a good match! Jim Robson: That's what they're gonna get, Jack. These two are putting on a quality wrestling match, without the interference that you'll see elsewhere. [Maverick, trying to end the match early, brings RRJ up and carries him towards the corner. He starts climbing up the ropes, and has him set up for Ground Zero! The crowd pops knowing what's coming.] Jim Robson: Mav's gonna go for Ground Zero! If he hits this, this match is over, Jack! [Mav attempts to bring him down, but RRJ wraps his legs around the ropes. He tries again, and again RRJ blocks it. RRJ drives his knee into Mav's stomach, wraps his arms around Mav's, and... _drives_ him into the canvas with a second-rope pedigree! Big pop! RRJ rolls Mav over and attempts the cover! 1... 2... kickout! Pop!] Jim Robson: RRJ countered Ground Zero! That was a great move! He almost got him! Jack Anderson: I have to admit, that was very impressive. [RRJ gets back up onto his feet, clapping for Maverick kicking out. He drags Maverick up off of the canvas, and headbutts him into the corner. RRJ gets up onto the second rope and looks into the crowd, who respond with a big pop. He begins laying the punches into Mav's head.] Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TE -- AW! [Maverick managed to dump RRJ over the top-rope and to the floor with a big thud before he could drop punch number ten. Maverick slumps to the mat as RRJ grabs his back on the outside.] Jim Robson: That was a huge fall that RRJ just took! This could spell the end for him, Jack... that had to be a 10 foot fall! Jack Anderson: He's holding his back too, Jim... he might've really done some damage to his vertebrae. Jim Robson: Maverick is using the ropes to get back up to his feet... and he's going under the bottom rope to the outside! It's gonna get really interesting now! [Maverick reaches outside and sees his prone opponent on the canvas. He grabs a chair and folds it up, smiling. The crowd begins booing.] Jack Anderson: Alright! Maverick's gonna make RRJ taste the steel! [Mav looks down at the chair and realizes what he's doing... that he's a changed man... that he no longer uses chairs like this to his advantage... ... and he puts it down, unfolding it. The crowd responds with a mixed pop for this show of respect but, let's face it, these fans want blood. In the meantime, RRJ has gotten back to his feet, but is staggering. Mav grabs RRJ around the head, runs across the length of the ring, and... ... BULLDOGS HIM INTO AND THROUGH THE CHAIR! BIG POP! RRJ lays on the ground, the chair intertwined with his skull.] Jack Anderson: JESUS! Maverick just drove RRJ's head right through that chair! Jim Robson: Jeremy's head is still wrapped up in that thing! Crowd: EYE DUBBA! EYE DUBBA! EYE DUBBA! EYE DUBBA! EYE DUBBA! EYE DUBBA! [Maverick picks RRJ up, with the chair still wrapped around his head. He attempts a right hand, but RRJ somehow finds the energy to block it, and deliver a right of his own! Mav staggers back, and moves in with a rake of the eyes. RRJ ducks down, and Mav immediately moves in to apologize... and RRJ lifts his head up, driving the chair upwards into Mav's chin! Mav lands against the barricade, holding his jaw.] Jack Anderson: Now that was just ridiculous. Maverick doesn't need to worry about apologizing for raking his opponent's eyes... look where it got him. [RRJ reaches up and removes the chair from his head. Mav tries to lunge at him, but the Beverly Hills native manages to bring the much larger Maverick up and drop him crotch first across the guardrail!] Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! [RRJ backs up and runs in, clotheslining Mav down to the cement!] Jim Robson: Big move by RRJ! I can't believe he got Mav up! Jack Anderson: That takes a lot of strength... if this guy wasn't such a comedy act, you'd have to take his strength seriously. [The crowd begins stirring, and turning to the aisle way, where Hightower has emerged. Hightower walks midway down the aisle and turns to the locker room, away from the match, apparently watching for interference.] Jim Robson: It looks like Maverick and Ron Jeremy have enlisted Hightower to ensure that this match _stays_ a Respect Match! Jack Anderson: Well isn't that special. Jim Robson: RRJ brings Maverick up, and he rolls him underneath the bottom rope, back into the ring. RRJ is up on the apron, he's back in the ring now, too. RRJ brings Mav up... Mav with a knee to the stomach! And another! [Maverick whips RRJ across the ring, kicks him in the gut, and drops him with a quick DDT! Big pop! RRJ lays on the mat, laid out. Mav gets to his feet, a big grin on his face... ... and he points to Glovie. Pop!] Jack Anderson: Oh God no. Jim Robson: Maverick's going for Glovie! He's got Glovie! Mav's looking to put it on... what's he doing? [Maverick shakes his head and puts Glovie around his neck once again... and turns to to the other ringpost... ... and points to Bootie. _HUGE_ POP!] Jim Robson: HE'S GONNA GO FOR BOOTIE! MAVERICK'S GOING FOR BOOTIE! [Maverick walks across the ring, and grabs Bootie off the ringpost. He then sets it up, begins swinging it in the air, and points down at Bootie's owner, RRJ... and comes off the ropes, looking for the Bootie Call!] Jack Anderson: Here we go... the single reason for the dumbing of America... the Bootie Call! Jim Robson: Maverick comes off the ropes... he's gonna hit it! [BIG POP!] Jack Anderson: What in the -- ?! [RRJ managed to sit up just as Maverick came down to drop the Bootie Call, slipped his hand into Glovie, and drove it into Maverick's throat, delivering the Nintendible Claw!] Jim Robson: Nintendible Claw! Nintendible Claw! Maverick took too much time, and RRJ managed to counter the Bootie Call with the Nintendible Claw! [Maverick immediately drops Bootie to the ground, and begins struggling to remove the Nintendo PowerGlove from his mouth... Maverick manages to counter it, with a boot between the legs! RRJ immediately releases the hold, grabbing his unmentionables. Maverick removes Glovie from his neck, and it falls to the ground as well. Maverick backs into the corner, holding onto his face, attempting to shake off the effects of the Nintendible Claw. RRJ stands up, and walks into the corner, getting into Maverick's face. You can hear him audibly screaming, "YOU DON'T NEED TO CHEAT! YOU DON'T KICK ME IN THE COCK!"] Jim Robson: Things are getting heated here, Jack! Jack Anderson: Amen! [Maverick turns his head, trying not to listen... but he can't contain himself, and he erupts, shoving RRJ to the center of the ring. RRJ retorts with a shove of his own. Maverick unloads with a right into RRJ's temple! RRJ drives a right into Maverick's head! They go back and forth... rights, lefts, rights, lefts... and Maverick gets the upper hand, punching RRJ into the corner!] Jim Robson: Maverick has RRJ backed into the corner, Jack! Jack Anderson: Maverick is just drilling RRJ with rights and lefts in the corner! RRJ slumps to the mat! Maverick just _unleashed_! The Grand Rapids native just went to _town_! [Maverick sees RRJ slumped in the corner, and turns to the center of the ring, where Glovie is on the ground. Maverick bends down and picks up Glovie, putting it on. In the meantime, RRJ has crawled towards Bootie, and is using the ropes to get to his feet, with Bootie in his hands.] Jim Robson: Maverick has Glovie! Razor Ron Jeremy has Bootie! Both of these men have their respective... um... well, weapons, I suppose! Jack Anderson: Toys is a better word, I would venture to say. [Maverick turns around, and RRJ charges at him with Bootie! Maverick ducks under the swing, and RRJ turns around... ... INTO THE NINTENDIBLE CLAW! RRJ drops Bootie to the ground, and flails wildly as Maverick maintains the hold!] Jim Robson: Maverick's got it locked it! He's got the Nintendible Claw! Jack Anderson: I don't know if Ron Jeremy can stand this move! That's a really thick glove he's got! [RRJ can't handle it, and he falls to the canvas. The referee falls to make the pin. 1... 2... 3!!!] Jim Robson: It's over! Maverick has done it! [Big pop! Maverick releases the Nintendible Claw and falls to the canvas, exhausted. "Rock the Party" by P.O.D. blasts on the PA, as the crowd cheers. Hightower turns to the ring, claps for the two men, and walks back to the locker room.] FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Respect Match is... MMMAAAVVVEEERRRIIICCCKKK!!! [Pop! Both men have begun stirring in the ring, attempting to get to their feet at opposite sides of the ring.] Jim Robson: He has done it! Maverick has overcome his psychological problems, he's finally won a match! Jack Anderson: Yep, and RRJ's losing streak continues... but I gotta admit, that was a solid match. These two guys put on a hell of a show, aside from the Bootie and Glovie thing. [Both men are up to their feet. Maverick still have Glovie on his hand, but he removes it and puts it around his neck as he usually wears it. RRJ grabs Bootie and puts it back on his head, and looks across the ring at his student. Both men walk to the center of the ring, with angry looks on their faces. And they shake hands. _Huge_ pop!] Jim Robson: What a show of sportsmanship between these two men! Maverick came out on top, but it was both men that wrestled this match, and they're showing their respect for each other right here! Jack Anderson: I'm gonna be sick. Why doesn't RRJ plaster Maverick with a chair? Jim Robson: Because he's proud of Mav, Jack! He's proud of him for what he has accomplished! He just defeated a former IWF/WOW World Champion! [RRJ and Maverick raise each other's arms in the air, before leaving the ring and walking down the aisle together.] Jack Anderson: I'm still gonna be sick. Jim Robson: Fans, that was a great match... and now we are only moments away from the big show. Jack Anderson: The main event. "Epic" Eric Travers versus the "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock, with the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship on the line... Jim Robson: What a showdown this will be. Jack Anderson: I'm sure Travers, who is the only three-time IWF/WOW champion ever, will become the first ever *four* time World Champion here tonight. Jim Robson: Of course Billy Rock could become a three-time Champion himself here tonight. But, right now lets hear from his opponent... Eric Travers! [The screen switches to a shot from the backstage area where Anthony Edwards stands in front of a door beside Eric Travers. On the door is a sign that reads Travers. The camera shot is of the upper torsos only, and Travers is apparently in his wrestling gear, or at the very least shirtless. Edwards raises his microphone.] Anthony Edwards: Eric Travers, tonight at WrestleFest, here at The Pengrove Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta... You have the opportunity to become the FOUR time IWF/WOW World Champion. But to do so, you'll have to defeat Billy Rock in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!! I've known you a long time, and I've got to be honest Eric, I don't know that a TLC match is a good match for your style... Eric Travers: Stop right there Edwards... Don't you forget who it is that you are talking to. I am the most decorated wrestler in this company's history!! I didn't win the World Title THREE times because I was lucky Edwards! Not at all, it's because I'm a talented man, and I can adapt to whatever situation I am put in!! Billy Rock wants Tables Ladders and Chairs? Fine!! I know why he wants it this way, and I'll play his little game. Anthony Edwards: And why do you suppose he wants this TLC match? Eric Travers: Because he's scared of Eric Travers!! Billy Rock has faced me twice in the last month, and neither of those times was he able to pin my shoulders to the mat on his own merit!! Billy Rock knows down deep in his soul that he CANNOT pin Eric Travers!! Billy Rock knows that his only chance of beating me, and I stress the word CHANCE, is to engage me in a match where to win he does not need to pin me, but only to scamper up a ladder and grab the biggest prize in the wrestling world!! Billy Rock may not fear the TLC match, but he sure as hell fears the TLC MAN!! Anthony Edwards: With all due respect Eric, I don't think Billy Rock fears anything! Eric Travers: And you are dead wrong Edwards. Billy Rock definitely fears the Talent, the Looks, and the Charisma of Eric Travers. He's faced me twice, and he knows what I can do to him... What he doesn't know is what I'll be capable of in a TLC match... Tonight, this pay per view is going to become ANOTHER kind of TLC for Billy Rock, and the fans watching around the world... I'm going to turn this Pay-Per-View channel into The Learning Channel... Rock, and the rest of the world are about to learn what Eric Travers is truly capable of!! I've heard the talk... A lot of people out there are favouring Billy Rock to win this match tonight... They don't see me as the type of wrestler who excels in brawls... But tonight, in front of the world, I'm going to walk to the ring in The Calgary Saddledome... I'm going to lay a beating on Billy Rock like no one has ever seen... I'm going to head home to Toronto the FOUR time World Champion!!... And the fans and Billy Rock are going to learn to NEVER underestimate me!! Anthony Edwards: I seriously doubt that Billy Rock is underestimating you... Eric Travers: I don't!! [Travers snatches the microphone from Edwards, who backs away, as the camera zooms in closer to Travers.] Eric Travers: Billy Rock... Tonight, you will pay for all you have done to involve Tricia in this business of ours!! Tonight, you will not have Nate McMannis there to save your ass from sure defeat!! Tonight, you are going to lose to the better man, PERIOD, despite your attempt to weigh this match in your favour!! This match may be more suited to YOUR style, but you have to fight this battle in MY world!! This will be the biggest match of your life Billy... Bigger than any other match you have ever been involved in... Bigger, because you aren't simply facing another opponent, you're facing the man that has LIVED in the Main Event for more than a year!! You're facing the single biggest icon in the IWF/WOW!! When people think IWF/WOW Pay-Per-View, they think of ME!! There are very few in this sport that can do what I have done here in the good ol' I/W. There are very few that can withstand the pressure of appearing in main event after main event, month after month... I have survived because I THRIVE on that pressure!! I LOVE being in this spotlight, but do YOU Billy Rock? A lot of guys get here and they here Francine say it's time for the main event, and those butterflies start building in their stomachs... They begin to feel the weight of the world on their shoulders... They realize that no matter what they have done up to that point in time, their careers will be defined by that very match... If they succeed, they have made it. If they fail, they are back to where they started, back to climbing up that famous proverbial ladder. The mere thought of starting that climb all over again is too much for most... They CRACK!! [An arrogant grin appears on Travers' face.] Eric Travers: When I hear Francine say those six words... I feel like I just returned from a long journey. I feel more relaxed than I do at any other time in my life... I feel at home. Here at WrestleFest, you've knocked on my door Billy Rock, and you've brought your own match with you. And because it's your match, you may be the favorite in your fans' eyes going into this battle Billy, but when it's all over... When the dust has settled... I'LL be the one with my hand raised... I'LL be the one with the belt held high!!... And you... You Billy will be the subject of one more TLC inspired statement... Your fans will all be saying one thing tomorrow morning Billy... That Loser Choked!!! [Travers smirks and turns away tossing the mic straight up. The camera pans back as Edwards clumsily catches the microphone and watches Travers walk away. The screen switches back to the arena.] Jim Robson: Folks, before we get on with the match I have to say that we're still trying to get word on the condition of a lot of people tonight. Jack Anderson: Heh...no kidding...the Calgary hospitals are going to be working overtime after Wrestlefest is over. [A swarm of crewmen carrying various instruments descend upon the ring and multiple deadly-looking weapons begin to be placed all around the ring. The crowd starts to buzz. As if this night wasn't wild enough already, things are about to be taken up a notch once again!] Jim Robson: We've seen a lot of wild matches tonight... how about that hole in the canvas from the Last Man Standing Match. Jack Anderson: Oh man...I couldn't believe it when that happened! Jim Robson: This has been perhaps the most extreme Wrestlefest in our illustrious history! An over-the-top Stairway to Hell! A grueling and devastating Last Man Standing match! But what we're about to see could blow all those matches away! Jack Anderson: It's been a year since the last time an IWF/WOW title was defended in a ladder match on Pay Per View. But what's coming up next is no ordinary ladder match! It's going to be a war...and tables, ladders, and chairs are all _legal_! Jim Robson: The IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title is vacant for the first time since the two federations merged! It'll be hanging twenty feet above the canvas! In one corner, the living ebodiment of the long and prestigious history of the IWF/WOW. The first and only three-time World Champion! Perhaps one of if not the greatest World Champion in history! The Epic One...Eric Travers! Jack Anderson: And in the other...the man that many call the IWF/WOW's future! Two-time World Champion! Three-time Intercontinental Champion! Tag Team Champion! And all within the span of his first _year_ here in the IWF/WOW! The man whose ferocity is unrivaled in this federation or any other! The man that the Gremlin himself fears, "The Serial Thriller" Billy Rock! Jim Robson: Rock and Travers have had a storied rivalry for the past few months here, and it's all centered around one woman, Miss Tricia Lane. Lane has had a fascination -- or so she claims -- with Billy Rock. Rock hasn't shown the slightest bit of interest in Lane, but the jealous, overbearing Eric Travers has seen fit to fly off the handle and make Rock's life a living hell because of it. Jack Anderson: For Rock, this is all about principle and the IWF/WOW World Title. He willingly surrendered it last week on Mayhem after the IWF/WOW Commissioner Nate McMannis interfered in a title match on his behalf. For Travers, this is about principle as well, but one has to wonder whether or not this is another set-up on the part of Eric Travers. We all saw what went down at Christmas Madness, when Matthew Reason fell into a very similar trap set by the I/W's first couple. Jim Robson: That could very well be; we won't know for sure until it's over. But I think that what we're about to see will transcend any differences in motivation and be the greatest test of ability and pure heart! The events leading up to this match have almost overshadowed the stipulations of the match itself...it's almost been forgotten that this will be a TLC match! Jack Anderson: The I/W's first, if memory serves...the vacant World Title will be up for grabs, suspended twenty feet above the canvas! The only way to retrieve it...short of a plane crashing into the arena and jarring it loose...will be to climb a ladder and pull it down! Jim Robson: And let's explain about the piles of tables and chairs currently being placed around the ring. They don't technically _have_ to be used in this match...but knowing that the richest prize in the industry is on the line...and knowing the unmitigated contempt that these two men have for each other's well-being... Jack Anderson: ...it's a pretty safe bet that careers hang in the balance tonight! [Francine enters the ring to a huge pop from the fans.] Jim Robson: It looks as if things are ready to go...and yes...here comes the gold now! Let's go down to ringside! __ __ ___ __ / / /\ \ \/ __\/ /_ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= \ \/ \/ / _\ | '_ \ WORLD TITLE MATCH - TLC RULES! \ /\ / / | (_) | Billy Rock vs Eric Travers \/ \/\/ \___/ -=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST 6 =-=-=-=-=-=-= -------------------------> WRITER: Matt Weeks <-------------------------- [The camera films the IWF/WOW World Title being lowered down on a reinforced steel cable. The fans are already out of their seats.] FRANCINE: The following contest...scheduled for one fall... IS OUR..._TABLES_..._LADDERS_...AND _CHAIRS_ MATCH... FOR THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [EARTH-SHAKING POP!!!] [Suddenly, the lights go out.] ***COMMENTATORS REACT*** [All of a sudden, the lights come back on and the words "Countdown To Tomorrow" appear on the Gigatron in flaming letters, resulting in a HUGE POP from the crowd! After a few quick seconds, the words fade away... and are replaced with an actual numerical countdown. The crowd counts along loudly with the graphic, starting at five...] Crowd: FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO... ONE!!! [The arena's lights go out again. The capacity crowd pops again, anticipating Natalie Rose Rogan's appearance. Suddenly, Natalie Rose's voice is heard coming from the PA system...] V/O: MAKE WAY FOR "THE TOMORROW GIRL"!!! [___HUGE PYROTECHNIC EXPLOSION___ followed by a _loud_ pop from the crowd!] Jim Robson: And here comes the equalizer! Jack Anderson: Oh, right! I'm _so sure_ she's just tagging along with Rock to offset Tricia Lane! [The lights come back on and Heart's "Barracuda" begins to play throughout the arena. Nancy Wilson's opening guitar riffs are heard... followed by Ann Wilson's instantly recognizable vocals. The crowd pops again as "Barracuda" blares on...] # So this ain't the end! # # I saw you again today. # # I had to turn my heart away. # # You smiled like the sun -- kisses for everyone! # # And tales -- it never fails! # [Clips of Natalie Rose Rogan are shown on the video screen. First, we see "The Tomorrow Girl" missile dropkicking "Lethal Weapon" India Warner in a clip, courtesy of the now defunct Squared Circle promotion...] # You're lying so low in the weeds... # # I bet you wanna ambush me... # # You'd have me down on my knees! # # Wouldn't you, Barracuda? # [Then, we see Natalie Rose pinning an unidentified Japanese female in a clip, courtesy of the all female BLAZE puroresu promotion...] # Back over time, when we were all trying for free... # # You met up with porpoise and me! # # No right, no wrong! # # You're selling a song -- a name whisper game. # [Finally, we see "The Tomorrow Girl" standing alongside her former charges, former IWF/WOW World Tag Team Champions the Star Crossed Lovers ("Couch Potato" Carl Lumski and Fleur Gardyn)...] # And if the real thing don't do the trick... # # You better make up something quick! # # You're gonna burn burn burn burn burn it out to the wick! # # Aren't you, Barracuda? # [The clip montage fades from the screen... and is replaced with a huge blazing graphic that reads, "N.R.R. 2002". There's a _MASSIVE POP_ as "The Tomorrow Girl" Natalie Rose Rogan emerges from behind the entrance curtain. She's wearing a bright pink "Perfection Personified" t-shirt, a skin-tight pair of long black tights, and a pair of black wrestling boots. She sprints down the aisle and positions herself at ringside...] Jim Robson: The Tommorow Girl is here! And with her in Rock's corner, you can bet that Tricia Lane will not be a factor in this contest! Jack Anderson: Are you implying that Tricia Lane can't handle herself against Natalie Rose Rogan? Jim Robson: No, not implying...flat out _telling_ you...Tricia Lane is a capable woman, but she's not a wrestler! And if she gets involved tonight, she is going to have some serious hell to pay! FRANCINE: Introducing first... [The voice of Tricia Lane echoes through the sound system.] TRICIA LANE: It's time for some T.L.C.!! [The crowd erupts with a loud heel pop as "Sad But True" from Metallica's S&M album begins to blast through the sound system.] FRANCINE: Accompanied to the ring by Tricia Lane... From Toronto, Ontario...He stands six feet, two inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds ... Here is the ONLY THREE TIME IWF/WOW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... ... " E P I C " E R I C T R A V E R S ! ! ! [The crowd reacts loudly again as Tricia Lane steps through the curtain, followed immediately by Eric Travers, sending the crowd into a booing frenzy. Tricia Lane is wearing a tight fitting gold sequined dress, and gold heels. Her auburn hair is stylishly tied up. Travers is wearing a gold sequined robe with black trim. Travers has dark blond hair, and no facial hair. 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. This also reveals that Epic is written in black script across the back of his robe. 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 then return and Lane helps Travers remove his robe to reveal his gold wrestling gear, consisting of gold trunks, gold boots, and gold knee and elbow pads.] Jim Robson: Billy Rock had a spectacular run as the World Champion. He beat Justin Arcola, upending Arcola's famous seven-month undefeated streak, at Christmas Madness! But if you the nwant to talk about champions...if you want to talk about men who define the pursuit and the legacy of championships, then Eric Travers certainly has to be at the top of the list. Jack Anderson: Without a doubt... look up the word "champion" in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of Eric Travers. If there's anyone who can rise to the occasion in this type of an environment in the quest for that title, it's gotta be the Epic One! FRANCINE: And his opponent... [There's cheering and his name hasn't even been said yet. WTF? =) ] # ... WHATEVER IT TAAAAAKES!!!!! ... # [GET THE F*CK UP!!!] FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, hailing from Little Rock, Arkansas, standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing 258 pounds ... [As POD's "Whatever It Takes" roars along, a silhouette agreeing with the description takes shape in the mouth of the aisle. The figure remains idle with his right shoulder pointing toward the ring ... ] FRANCINE: Here is ... ... "S E R I A L T H R I L L E R" B I L L Y R O C K ! ! ! [His head droops in a swathe of darkness with his chin tucked into his chest, even as the blend of icy blue and orange spotlights tint his brawny, carved physique. The tendrals of hair slithering down his face, to his upper lip, sway back and forth as they're caught in his deep, heavy breaths. Then, in unision with the first spool of lyrics, the "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock snaps his head backward, whipping the damp chords of light caramel hair from his face. His hair is thick and wavy, riddled with slight curls, ranging in length from his earlobes to the lower back of his neck. He ominously twists his neck, rotating his face toward the aisle, lashing out with that vulgar trademark crook in his upper lip. A trim patch of light brown fur spans his flesh from ear to ear. He calmly swings one foot out in front and visually inhales his surroundings, then walks the aisle. Billy's chest swells chillingly as the camera spirals around him. His hands are taped heavily from his knuckles to about three inches above his wrists. The light ricochets off the gleaming material of his steel gray, thigh length tights. The back of these tights carry the emblem of a confederate flag with it's edges tattered and torn, and Billy's own twist. An orange canvas behind a pair of blue crossbones. The white stars rallying across each bone lead to a white skull in the center wearing a sinfully immoral grin. You'll find an exact replica on the front sans the orange backdrop. Billy wears black knee-pads, and just below these, a pair of white and black cowboy boots ... ] [Upon reaching the ring, Billy perches himself on the apron, and just as the steady interlude in the song vehemently hits the roof, so does he, rising and thrusting his arms over his head in a spectacular moment that also sees a plume of blue and orange flames spurt from each of the four posts. The Serial Thriller climbs through the ropes and awaits the bell ... ] [Rock raises his arms into the air and there is suddenly an even bigger pop!] Jim Robson: Oh no...OH NO! BILLY ROCK HAS GLUED BROKEN GLASS TO HIS GLOVES!!! ROCK'S FISTS ARE COVERED IN GLASS! Jack Anderson: Oh man...the match hasn't even started and _already_ I feel sick! We saw him use those back at the War For Territory and it opened up Justin Arcola within _seconds_! *** DING DING DING *** Jim Robson: There's the bell! The TLC Match for the IWF/WOW World Title is underway! Jack Anderson: And uncharacteristically of Rock -- from what I've seen -- he isn't attacking right off the bat. He's circling around Travers...waiting for the three-time champion to come to him. [Rock and Travers dart around each other, each one trying to get to the other's flank.] Jim Robson: Travers desperately trying to avoid those lethal fists of Rock...Rock trying to avoid Travers' takedowns...AND HERE WE GO! Travers charges into Rock's sternum, trying to get up and under Rock...Travers forcing him into the corner, trying to pin his arms back! Travers with a kneelift into the gut! And another! Travers winding up on Rock...KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Crowd: WOOOO! Jim Robson: Another brutal chop! Crowd: WOOOO!... Jim Robson: But Travers rested n his laurels! Rock grabs Travers under the arms and gives him the Beale toss back into the corner! Now Rock setting up... *** CRUNCH *** [POP!] Jim Robson: ROCK DELIVERS A KNIFE EDGE CHOP WITH HIS _GLASS COVERED HAND_! My God, just _look_ at that enormous red welt on Travers' chest! Jack Anderson: That sicko! He's intentionally trying to make Travers bleed! Somebody needs to put this lunatic in a straight jacket! Jim Robson: Rock with an Irish whip...sends Travers to the far side! Rock charges...and Travers gets a boot up into his face! Travers with a snap mare takeover...AND SOCCER KICKS ROCK RIGHT IN THE SPINE! You could hear that one _echoing_ throughout the arena! Jack Anderson: I think Travers would like to keep this a wrestling match for as long as possible...wear down Rock to the point of exhaustion before any weapons come into play and just climb the ladder unabated. Jim Robson: That would certainly be better suited to Travers' mat wrestling style...Travers picking up Rock now...HEAD-AND-ARM SUPLEX!!! Travers _plants_ Rock on the mat! Travers off the ropes...DROPS AN ELBOW ACROSS THE THROAT! Now Travers on top of Rock...grabs Rock's arms...WHAT THE HELL? TRAVERS IS TRYING TO FORCE ROCK'S OWN GLASS-COVERED FISTS INTO HIS FACE! Jack Anderson: There you go! Give that idiot a taste of his own medicine! Jim Robson: Rock is fighting it for all he's worth! ROCK THROWS TRAVERS OFF OF HIM WITH HIS LEGS! Jack Anderson: Just wait, though...that was a precursor. Travers has come into tonight with a plan! Jim Robson: Travers bakck up now...plants a boot into Rock's midsection! Irish whip into the ropes...Rock ducks Travers' clothesline...back again... [POP!] Jim Robson: FLYING FOREARM BY BILLY ROCK!!! HE CAUGHT TRAVERS RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE BROKEN GLASS! AND NOW ROCK IS ON TOP OF TRAVERS...FIRING AWAY WITH THOSE STRAIGHT RIGHT HANDS! TRAVERS HAS NOWHERE TO GO! Jack Anderson: Why isn't Miguel Hernandez steeping in? Rock is going right for Travers' _eyes_, for God's sake! [Rock steps off of Travers and raises his fists into the air, to the delight of the crowd. The camera cuts back to Travers on the mat.] Jim Robson: Oh God...Travers is busted wide open! We're not even five minutes into this match and Travers is already a bloody mess! And as you said, Jack, once that blood gets into the eyes of Travers, his vision will be obscured, if it isn't already. Jack Anderson: And you have to think that was Rock's intention all along! He's out for more than just a win here, this is a serious personal issue! Jim Robson: Rock to the outside...oh no...ROCK'S GETTING ONE OF THOSE STEEL CHAIRS! Jack Anderson: Look out, Eric! Jim Robson: Rock bringing that chair into the ring...this does not bode well for Travers! Rock measuring Travers...this one's going to the fences! ROCK SWINGS--DUCKED BY TRAVERS! Travers with a leg sweep! NO! Crowd: UUUUHHHWWWWAHAHHHHH!!! [After Travers ducks the chair shot, Rock places the chair down on the mat, then quickly leaps into the air over Travers' leg sweep, timing his descent perfectly to bring Travers' face down onto the chair in a bastardized version of the Fame-Ass-Er!] Jim Robson: Great presence of mind by Billy Rock! Rock looking out to the crowd now...there's a gleam in his eye! [D-Von! What? GET THE TABLES!!!] Jack Anderson: OH NO! Jim Robson: BILLY ROCK IS GOING TO THE OUTSIDE! HE'S GOT ONE OF THE TABLES FROM RINGSIDE! Jack Anderson: I don't think Rock realizes it, but he's giving Travers the time he needs to recover! Jim Robson: Rock slides the table in under the bottom rope....into the ring now...propping it up in the corner! What are we going to see here? Jack Anderson: Who can tell? With this bloodthristy lunatic's mind at work, it's anyone's guess! Jim Robson: Rock setting up Travers in the far corner...Irish whip! NO! Reversed by Travers! Rock ducks a short arm clothesline! Travers ducks a right hand from Rock! Travers hooks Rock from behind! OH NO! NO!!! **** KEEE-RAAAAASSSSHHHHH **** Jack Anderson: YES! Jim Robson: Eric Travers just put Billy Rock through that table with a T-Bone Suplex!!! Can you believe that? Jack Anderson: I told you; No one can adapt to this environment better than Travers! What a beautiful counter! Jim Robson: But Travers is a bloody mess! I have to wonder if it's just a matter of time before he passes out from blood loss! Jack Anderson: Don't you worry about the Epic One! He'll rise to the occasion; he lives, eats, and breathes that championship, and he's not about to let a little blood get in his way! Jim Robson: Travers...perhaps he senses that it's time. He's going outside for the ladder! Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! It's time to put this puppy to sleep! Jim Robson: Travers...he's not setting up the ladder for the belt...he's just carrying it over towards the corner...Travers turning his back on Rock...what's this? *** CRACK *** Crowd: UUUUHHHWWWWAHAHHHHH!!! Jim Robson: MY GOD!!! TRAVERS JUST...HE SUPLEXED THE LADDER ONTO BILLY ROCK!!! [Travers grabs the bottom rung of the ladder and rolls backward, with the ladder flying over top of his head. If this were a human he was delivering the move to, we'd call it a wheelbarrow suplex. But nonetheless, the ladder collides with Rock's back at in _incredible_ velocity!] Jack Anderson: I'll bet you didn't think you'd see _that_ from Travers! What a great move! Jim Robson: Travers has adapted himself admirably to this hellacious environment, but nevertheless, how much does he have left in him? With every passing second, those wounds on his face open a little further, and it becomes harder and harder for him to stay conscious! He has to put this one away...and fast! Jack Anderson: Well, that might be just what you're about to see! Travers has got something special planned here! Jim Robson: Travers leaning the ladder on the turnbuckle...picking up the fallen Rock... Travers hooks Rock under the arm... RUNING TOWARDS THE CORNER!!! *** CRACK *** Crowd: UUUUHHHWWWWAHAHHHHH!!! Jim Robson: A HIP TOSS RIGHT INTO THE LADDER!!! ROCK'S BACK JUST COLLIDED WITH UNFORGIVING STEEL AND ROCK'S BODY WENT SAILING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!! And there's just no way to break your fall! Jack Anderson: Jeez...we knew this was going to be ugly...but this isn't even a good-looking kind of ugly! This is just brutal and sickening! Jim Robson: And Travers isn't done! He's going to the outside...following the path of destruction that he's laid down! Jack Anderson: Travers must really want to make sure that Rock won't be climbing any ladders tonight! Rock is in a bad way and Travers still wants to do more damage! Jim Robson: Eric Travers...he's not going for Rock...HE'S GOING FOR A TABLE!!! Jack Anderson: OH YEAH! One more table shot will do it! Rock will be history! Jim Robson: Travers setting up the table alongside the apron...I have no idea what we're going to see here...Travers dragging Rock up the steps to the apron with him...Travers steps out and stands on the table...Travers with a front facelock... Jack Anderson: YES! HE'S GOING TO GIVE HIM THE EPIC ENDING!!! Jim Robson: TRAVERS SUPLEXES ROCK...BOUNCES HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE... **** KEEE-RAAAAASSSSHHHHH **** ["OH MY GOD" POP!] [Travers goes through the motions of the Epic Ending from the apron to the floor...slingshoting Rock off the top rope, spinning himself around, and dropping down off the table, dragging Rock down off the apron by the neck in a modified Diamond Cutter. Rock's upper body is sent CRASHING through the table!] Crowd: EYE-DUB!!! EYE-DUB!!! Jack Anderson: THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! All Travers has to do now is climb that ladder and the World Title is his! Jim Robson: But that move took a lot out of Travers as well! He's slow to get to his feet! Travers is inching his way toward the ring... rolling himself in under the bottom rope. He's trying to get to that ladder in the corner...setting it up in the middle of the ring! Jack Anderson: He's right under the belt! This is it! Jim Robson: Rock is just beginning to stir on the outside! He's bleeding from the mouth, and I don't think he's seen Travers in the ring yet! Travers is having a hell of a time climbing that ladder...he has to be completely disoriented from the blood loss he's suffered! Rock making his way around ringside...AND TRAVERS IS HALF WAY UP! Rock has to get in there quickly! But Rock...what's he doing? Jack Anderson: OH NO! Rock's got one of the chairs! Jim Robson: Rock has a steel chair from ringside, but Travers is close to the top of the ladder! TRAVERS IS REACHING FOR THE BELT! AND ROCK HEAVES THE CHAIR HIGH INTO THE AIR! TRAVERS DODGES IT! Jack Anderson: NOOOOOOOO!!!!! [MASSIVE POP!] [Rock chucks the chair with all his might and it goes sailing into the ring and towards Travers' general vicinity. Travers sees the chair coming toward him at the last minute and throws his body back to avoid it. But oops...as the laws of physics dictate, the torque on the top of the ladder creates an equal and opposite torque on the bottom end. Travers' sudden shift of weight causes the ladder to slowly topple over. Travers makes a desperate grab for the belt, but misses, and the ladder begins its descent. Travers tries to jump off, but in a truly unlucky twist of fate, ends up clotheslining himself on the top rope and snapping back to the mat.] Jim Robson: TRAVERS IS DOWN, AND ROCK'S ABOUT TO COLLECT SOME PAYBACK!!! HE'S GOT THAT STEEL CHAIR LOCKED AND LOADED! *** CRACK *** Jim Robson: CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF TRAVERS! *** CRACK *** Jim Robson: AND ANOTHER! *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** *** CRACK *** Jim Robson: ROCK IS WAILING AWAY ON TRAVERS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED!!! You can see the blood flowing freely from both men now, but I have a sinking feeling that in Rock's case, it might be internal! Jack Anderson: Really? I thouhgt he was this crazy all the time! HERNANDEZ! DO SOMETHING! Jim Robson: And now Tricia Lane is up on the apron! GET DOWN FROM THERE! [Tricia Lane attempts to plead with Rock to stop the beating. Rock comes in her direction and his wild look subsides. Tricia nods and seductively runs her fingers across Rock's chest.] [POP!!!] Jim Robson: BILLY ROCK JUST GRABBED TRICIA LANE BY THE HAIR AND KISSED HER!!! Jack Anderson: ROCK JUST FORCED HIMSELF ON A WOMAN! THAT'S SEXUAL ASSAULT! Jim Robson: Lane had it coming, and you know it! Look at her! She's in shock! Rock just smeared a whole bunch of his blood over Tricia's face...and he's _smiling_ about it! [ANOTHER POP!] Jim Robson: AND NOW NATALIE ROSE ROGAN YANKS TRICIA LANE OFF THE APRON! ROGAN WINDS UP -- [BIG-TIME POP!] Jim Robson: ROGAN WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE SENDS TRICIA INTO THE CROWD! And Rogan is following after her, dragging her up towards the concession stands! Tricia Lane has been taken out of this match! Jack Anderson: But so has Natalie Rose Rogan! Rock's little equalizer just left him! Jim Robson: Right now, it looks like it's a moot point! Rock with Travers in the torture rack! ["WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT MOVE ALL NIGHT" POP!!!] Jim Robson: OZARK DEATHRIDE!!! ROCK HITS TRAVERS WITH THE O-D!!! It's all over! Jack Anderson: NO! Don't let it end like this! Jim Robson: Rock kicks Travers to the outside! This one is history! Rock setting up the ladder now! He's right underneath that championship belt! Rock begins to climb! Travers can't get back in the ring! Jack Anderson: ERIC!!! Jim Robson: Travers is beginning to stir; he's reaching underneath the ring for something, but it may be too late! Rock is making his way up the ladder, rung by rung! Travers pulls out...A SECOND LADDER! TRAVERS HAS PULLED OUT ANOTHER LADDER FROM UNDER THE RING! [Travers places the top part of the ladder between the second and third ropes and goes to grab the back end.] Jim Robson: ROCK IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!! HE'S GOT THAT BELT IN HIS GRASP! [Travers grabs the back end and shoves the entire ladder through the ropes with all his might. Travers' ladder collides with the side of Rock's ladder and Rock suddenly finds himself teetering...toppling...falling...] Crowd: UUUUHHHWWWWAHAHHHHH!!! Jim Robson: ROCK FELL OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! THAT WAS A TWENTY-FOOT FALL!!! [A "Holy Sh*t!" chants beings.] Jack Anderson: Rock is _history_, Jim! There's no way he's getting up from that! Jim Robson: Miguel Hernandez is checking on Rock...he is breathing, thank God. But you may be right, Jack! A fall like that can paralyze you! Those pretty little mats we have on the outside of the ring are just for aesthetical purposes...they don't offer you any kind of protection! [Travers begins to go to work now, as if he has all the time in the world. He sets up both ladders on either side of the center of the ring, then slowly makes his way to the outside to grab a couple of tables and slide them in under the bottom rope. He takes one of the tables and slides it in between the second to the top rungs on each ladder, making a makeshift bridge.] Jim Robson: What is this? Jack Anderson: Travers has probably learned from the last time he climbed the ladder. A bridge is much more stable than a ladder! Even if one of the individual ladders is hit, the structure will stay intact! What a genius! Jim Robson: Then why the second table? Jack Anderson: Probably in the case of an emergency; he wants to have something to fall back on and put Rock away with if this doesn't work. Jim Robson: Perhaps, but all that time he spent setting it up may have given Rock the time he needed to recover! And Travers still has to deal with the fact that he's got a steady stream of blood clouding his vision! Look! He's still ahving trouble finding the ladder to climb! AND HERE COMES ROCK! Jack Anderson: CLIMB, ERIC! CLIMB! Jim Robson: Rock is setting up the second table that Travers brought into ring up! He places it right on the side of that contraption! Jack Anderson: But Travers is almost to the top! HE'S UP! HE'S UP TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER! Jim Robson: BUT TRAVERS HAS BEEN EFFECTIVELY BLINDED BY THE BLOOD! HE'S HAVING TROUBLE FINDING THAT BELT! Jack Anderson: This is completely unfair! The referee should have stopped this match _long_ ago! Travers might have chunks of glass in his eye, for all we know! Jim Robson: Rock is almost to the top of the other ladder...and Travers is stepping up onto that table bridge! Reaching desperately, trying to find the title belt! Jack Anderson: It's right above you, Eric! Straight up! Jim Robson: Rock's on the table now! He's got Travers from behind...AND ROCK LOCKS HIM IN THE OZARK DEATHTRAP!!! ROCK WITH THE BUFFALO SLEEPER...AND TRAVERS IS FLAILING AROUND...TRYING TO BOTH GET OUT OF THE HOLD AND KEEP FROM PLUMMETING TO THE MAT! Jack Anderson: Come on, Travers! Just back Rock up towards the edge of that table...he'll _have_ to let go! Jim RobsonL Travers is fading...he's got nowhere to go, and you can almost _see_ the championship slipping out of his grasp! And...OH NO!!! . . . . . . . **** KEEE-RAAAAASSSSHHHHH **** Jim Robson: ROCK JUST PITCHED TRAVERS DOWN INTO THE RING AND THROUGH THAT TABLE ON THE MAT! TRAVERS JUST TOOK A FIFTEEN-FOOT FALL THROUGH A TABLE! AND ROCK... . . . . . . . . [GET THE F*CK UP POP!!!] Jim Robson: ROCK'S GOT THE TITLE BELT!!! BY GOD, WE'VE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!! *** DING DING DING *** FRANCINE: The winner of this contest... AND ___NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW___ IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... ... "S E R I A L T H R I L L E R" B I L L Y R O C K ! ! ! [A pop you wouldn't even believe! No adjectives can describe it.] Jim Robson: Billy Rock did it! He walked through Hell and back, and then through Hell one more time, but Billy Rock is the IWF/WOW's second-ever three-time World Champion, at the expense of its first! Give credit to Eric Travers, but tonight, no one man cold contain the fury of the Serial Thriller! Folks, we hope you've enjoyed Wrestlefest 6...for Jack Anderson, I'm Jim Robson, saying...good night! Jack Anderson: WAIT! We're not done yet! [A shot of the aisle way, and "Suicidal" Nate McMannis, bandaged up and limping, making his way to ringside.] Jim Robson: Here comes the Comissioner...I have no idea why he's here! Jack Anderson: Isn't it obvious? He's here to bask in Rock's spotlight! He couldn't get the job done in the Stairway to Hell, and now he's going to play the congratulatory friend just so that he can get some more camera time! Jim Robson: I had sincerely hoped that Nate McMannis would have gone to the hospital after the brutal beating he took earlier tonight, but I guess that _would_ be out of character. McMannis is in the ring now... Rock sees him... they're staring each other down now... Jack Anderson: This is interesting. Even though these two are supposed to be best friends, they've really been screwing up each other's lives as of late. Jim Robson: McMannis is offering Rock a handshake. Rock looks a little suspicious of it... Jack Anderson: Come on, Rock. He payed his debt to you. He stayed out of this match and let you win it on your own. Give him a break! [Rock takes McMannis' hand and the crowd ERUPTS with cheers!] Jim Robson: There it is! The friendship once tested is stable again! Folks, this has been -- WHAT THE HELL? [THE MOST SOLID CHORUS OF BOOS YOU'VE EVER HEARD!] Jim Robson: NATE McMANNIS JUST HIT BILLY ROCK WITH THE HEAD TRAUMA!!! BILLY ROCK'S BEST FRIEND HAS BETRAYED HIM!!! Jack Anderson: WHAT?!? WHAT'S GOING ON? Jim Robson: For the love of God, Nate McMannis has turned on the World Champion! The Commissioner has just showed his true colors! And now what? [Nate McMannis picks up the title belt with one hand and Rock by the hair with the other as the crowd begins to shower the ring with garbage!] Jim Robson: You've done enough damage, dammit! Don't do this! [McMannis places the title belt on his shoulder and Rock's chin on top of it.] Jim Robson: HEAD TRAUMA!!! HEAD TRAUMA ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! I THINK BILLY ROCK'S JAW WAS JUST BROKEN! Jack Anderson: These fans are _irate_, Jim! Jim Robson: And rightfully so, Jack! [McMannis, with a sour demeanor, begins to make his way back up the aisle, his eyes never leaving the downed Rock in the ring. Beer cups and hot dog wrappers shower his path.] Jim Robson: FOR GOD'S SAKE...WHY, NATE?!? WHY?!? [A pop comes from the crowd as Razor Ron Jeremy and Maverick come out from backstage. As they pass by McMannis, they exchange looks, but nothing more comes from it.] Jim Robson: Here come RRJ and Maverick... Jack Anderson: Oh, goody. [RRJ and Maverick jump into the ring to check out Billy Rock.] Jim Robson: Looks like they are offering him a hand. Jack Anderson: How sweet. [RRJ gives Billy Rock a hand to his feet, while Maverick picks up Rock's World Heavyweight belt and hands it over to Billy.] Jim Robson: Folks... I can't believe what Nate McMannis has done here tonight... he shocked the wonderful city of Calgary, the amazing fans here tonight, and the world. Words cannot describe how amazed I am by his actions... folks... all I can say is thanks to being here tonight. We will hopefully find out what was going through McMannis' head on the next MAYHEM... goodnight everyone. [And with that, we fade out as RRJ and Maverick assist Billy Rock out of the ring. 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