Frost: Now a huge match tonight as Anarchy and Starr match off.
Ice: That’s right Nick, you are obviously talking about the Suicide Machine and the Dark power facing off.
Frost: They may have hit a bump in the road lately, but I think it is safe to say that both men are still at the top of their games, and as long as they are around, no title is safe. Let’s go to the ring.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is for one fall, with a 45-minute time limit.
(Meaning of Life by Disturbed hits, and the fans hit their feet. They let up a huge pop as Starr steps from behind the curtain)
Announcer: Standing in at 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs, , , “SUICIDE MACHINE” RAYVN STARR !!
Ice: The fans let out a nice ovation for Starr as he comes down to the ring. He usually plays to the fans a bit, but he has a pretty pissed off look on his face, and doesn’t seem to have much time for the crowd.
(Fer Golems by Fantomas. Anarchy steps out from the curtain, gives the fans a cocky grin, then a look of determination comes across his face as his eyes meet those of Starr’s. He walks to the ring to an equally huge pop.)
Announcer: And his opponent, standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 248lbs, , the one and only, ANARCHY!!
Frost: Anarchy makes his way to the ring, and has all eyes on Starr.
Ice: Starr returns the stare, as they meet in the ring, and engage in a stare down.
Frost: Anarchy with a bit of a height advantage, looks down into the eyes of Anarchy. They exchange words, and even seem to be laughing a bit. Now Anarchy shoves Starr back, and referee The Ref calls for the bell. We are underway.
Ice: Starr didn’t like that shove, as he steps back and shove Anarchy back. Shove by Rayvn Starr again.
Frost: Whoa, Starr didn’t like that anymore than the first one, and he slaps Anarchy across the face!! Anarchy with a look of anger now, as he slaps Starr back harder! Starr looks away, grins a bit towards the crowd as Anarchy nods his head, and WHOA!! Hard right to the jaw of Anarchy.
Ice: And a hard right from Anarchy! Another right from Starr, and now a hard left and right from Anarchy. They are brawling now in the center of the ring, and now Anarchy has the upper hand as he pounds Starr repeatedly with right hands back into the corner.
Frost: Starr slips a quick poke to the eyes, and reverses Anarchy into the corner. Now Starr is leveling him with rapid-fire right hands. It’s getting out of hand now as both are swinging wildly, and now Ref steps in to break it up!!
Ice: Starr shoves the ref out of the way, and now they are going at it again. Kick to the stomach by Starr, and that slows Anarchy down.
Frost: Now Starr going to work on Anarchy, with hard knife-edge chops to the chest.
Crowd: (As each chop hits) WHOOO!!… WHOOOO!!… WHOOOOO!!!…
Ice: Anarchy reeling in pain now, clutching at his chest. Starr steps back, and plays to the crowd a bit as he winds back, and…ouch, he paid for it!
Frost: That’s right, Anarchy snuck in a quick clothesline to Starr as he looked away for a second. Now Anarchy lifts Starr from the mat, atomic drop by Anarchy, and he levels him with another clothesline. Anarchy off the ropes, elbow attempt…misses. Starr up, waits for Anarchy to hit his feet…charges at Anarchy, who ducks a clothesline attempt. Anarchy off the ropes, and double clothesline. Both are down, as Ref starts the 10 count.
Ice: Pretty even so far, as would be expected.
Frost: Starr now reaching his feet, as Anarchy rolls over, and gets to his.
Ice: But Anarchy doesn’t see where Starr is, and he takes a bulldog from the High Roller. Pin attempt…one, t-…Quick kick out by Anarchy.
Frost: Starr slaps on a headlock, and begins to gather his thoughts as he wears down on Anarchy.
Ice: Starr wearing down on Anarchy now, as the ref checks on Anarchy. Anarchy to his feet now, as he backs Starr into the corner. The ref steps in between them now, and Starr slaps him in the face! No sportsmanship being shown tonight, Nick, eh?
Frost: Well, he is here to show everyone what has to be done to win.
Ice: And rightfully so. Anarchy with a pissed off look on his face, cocks back and levels Starr! Starr holding his jaw as rolls on the canvas! Anarchy picks him up, and slams his head into the turnbuckle. Anarchy now choking Starr with the ropes, as Ref steps in yet again to break it up.
Frost: Ref makes the four count, and Anarchy lets go, then goes right back to work again on his neck. Another four count, and another let up by Anarchy, who goes back yet again. Anarchy now sends Starr into the opposite rope, and nearly takes his head off with a lariat. Knee drop off the rope by Anarchy, and a cover…one…two….kick out by Starr.
Ice: That slap in the face looks to have been a bad idea, as the beast inside of Anarchy appears to have woken up. He pulls Starr off the mat, kicks him in the stomach, and sets him up for what looks to be a piledriver.
Frost: He hit it, and another count by the ref…one…two…kick out again by Starr, who appears to be in trouble now. Anarchy pulls him up by the hair, and lifts him up high in the air for a suplex. Anarchy showing tremendous strength as he holds Starr in the air for an extended amount of time!
Ice: Anarchy lets all the blood rush from Starr’s head, and he brings him crashing down on that neck. What a brain buster!
Frost: Devastating move by Anarchy, but he refuses to make to cover. He tosses Starr into the corner, and hits him with a running clothesline. Starr almost slumps to the mat, as Anarchy lifts him up onto the turnbuckle.
Ice: It appears that he is setting him up for a superplex. If he hits this, it’s going to be over, Nick!
Frost: Anarchy lifts him up, and both are standing on the turnbuckle now. Starr fires some desperate right hands into the mid section of Anarchy, who slips to the second turnbuckle. Anarchy trying to climb back up, but Starr flipped over him and pulled him over with a spinning powerbomb off the top rope!! What a move by the Rayvn Starr, as he dropped him right into a pinning position. One..two…th….no, Anarchy gets his hand up. Starr staggers to his feet now, as does Anarchy. Wild swing by Anarchy, Starr ducks, grabs Anarchy, and hits a Northern Lights suplex! One…two…thre….NO!! Anarchy gets his hand up just in time. Starr a bit frustrated now, as he gives Ref an earful. He tosses Anarchy into the ropes, and follows him over with a clothesline. Both on the outside now!
Ice: This is the last place either man wants to be, is the outside. They could both take some serious punishment out there. Starr whips Anarchy into the ring post, and attempts a clothesline. Miss, and Starr’s shoulder is in some serious pain. Anarchy whips him back the other way, and he charges at Starr. Anarchy misses, and hits the guard railing! Starr grabs a chair, and tosses it at Anarchy, who ducks! Anarchy grabs a fan’s beer, and tosses it in Starr’s face! Pulls him in, and drops Starr with a DDT on the concrete. Anarchy rolls into the ring, and Ref makes the count.
Ref: ONE…TWO….THREE….FOUR….FIVE…..SIX….SEVEN…
Frost: Starr barely gets to his feet, and rolls into the ring, at the last second. Anarchy is giving him the boots before Starr can even get past the ropes. He lifts him up, tosses Starr into the ropes, and hits a huge powerslam!! ONE…TWO…THRE…..NO!!! Shoulder barely gets up. Starr just will NOT quit.
Ice: There is too much at stake, Nick. We are talking about a shot at the World title most likely for the winner.
Frost: That is quite possible. Anarchy now slaps on the sleeper! Starr quickly grabs a rope though.
Ice: Anarchy didn’t slap it on in the middle of the ring. He is probably yelling at himself inside, because he is smarter than that.
Frost: In any case, he goes right back to working on that neck, with a back suplex. Both men to their feet again, as Anarchy reaches for Starr, small package by Starr!! ONE…TWO…TH…..Anarchy just kicks out!!
Ice: You can’t count Starr out, he always has another card up his sleeve.
Frost: Anarchy recovers from that scare, and he backs Starr into the corner. Starr takes a desperate shot at Anarchy’s legs as he ducks a clothesline, and Anarchy scoops him up for another piledriver.
Ice: Not quite, Nick, he is going to spin him around!! Superkick!! It’s over!! ONE…TWO…THREE!! Anarchy has pulled out another victory over Starr .
Frost: But wait, Chris!! The ref looks over, and he sees STARR’S FOOT ON THE ROPE!! He barely got that foot over.
Ice: Barely is right, there is no way he would have kicked out in the center of the ring. Big mental mistake by Anarchy as he could have easily executed that move in the center of the ring!
Frost: Just the spur of the moment move and he got to close to the ropes.
Ice: Yeah, but it’s not over yet. Let’s see what he can do now.
Frost: Anarchy now as angry as we have ever seen him! He bounces off the ropes, and heads for Starr who is standing in the center of the ring…BIG SIDEWALK SLAM BY STARR!! Both men are down.
Ice: Ref back on the ten count, as both men rise at the same time. These men are absolutely spent from this match!! Starr charges for Anarchy, who side steps him.
Frost: He grabs Starr by the hair, and pulls him back into his grasp. ANARCHY with a Dragon Sleeper!! Starr is desperately fighting it off, but to no avail!! Starr now reaching for the ropes with his feet, as his hands are tied up trying to hold off the pressure of the Sleeper! Starr reaches the corner with his feet, and pulls himself in. The ref trying to break it up, but Anarchy won’t let go! Anarchy now yelling at the ref and shaking his head!
Ice: Meanwhile, Starr is scaling the corner with his legs, and his parallel to the mat. HE appears to be holding onto Anarchy’s shoulders now, as he relieves some of the pressure. He flips over Anarchy’s head and shoulders! What agility!
Frost: Starr hits a flipping SCORPION DEATH DROP!!
Ice- Both men are down. Starr is slowly getting to his feet.
Frost- Starr sends Anarchy into the ropes. He ducks the clothesline. He has him in the Circle A…Down and here is the pin…1…2…3. Anarchy wins it with his version of a Falcon Arrow.
Announcer- Winner of this match…Anarchy.
Ice- Anarchy pulls off an impressive victory tonight.
Frost- What can possibly get any better than right now?
(Twist By KoRn hits the PA. Two rows of fire run down the ramp and surround the ring. Drag-On, ReKo and Giantkiller walk from behind the curtain up the ramp and into the ring. ReKo grabs a mic leans on the ropes facing the camera)
ReKo: What's up FW F'n A!!!! Yeah if feels good to be here. It feels F'n good to be here. Damn it feels good just to get a check tonight and I'm not even doing anything.
(He pauses a second)
ReKo: Ok I am don't something. At first the plan was to run down that ramp and attack someone. You know start a feud off the first night. Then I thought. No ReKo, No You've done that. You've done that and it's not fair to you or to the great people of the FWA. Plus there's that whole point of which guy really deserves it and I don't know. So I've decided to put it like this, I know everyone that has or will step into this ring tonight wants at least one thing and that's the heavyweight strap. I'm just here to make sure each of you know that the road to that belt goes though me. At the begin of show time there were 15 guys outside of us Hell Razors and I want you each to know that I am not stepping aside for no man and if you think you’re the freakin' best then you better expect to bring it to ReKo. So every "Heavyweight" in this fed take note you’ve been warned. Now for message number two. This one, man, this one is a huge one. Tonight, tonight us, we ,us guys The MF'n Hell Razors tonight we commission the first ever "Hell Razor Invitational" That's right all you Tag-team in one big tournament to see were everyone stands. We want to know who are jobbers and who are here for real. So next week if the "board" deems it ok then lets get this one start. Hell if you ask me I say lets crown the winner the Tag-team champions.
Drag-On: You all have been Warned.
ReKo: Who said you can talk?
Drag-On: It just fit.
ReKo: Your suppose to be in the background looking tough see look at Giantkiller.
Giantkiller: Well I do have some things to say.
ReKo: Oh damn not you too.
Drag-On: We all have to speak our minds man.
ReKo: Yeah but if you get this tubby bastard started it can eat all the damn TV time.
Giantkiller: I'll be short.
Drag-On: Fine save it for the after show.
Giantkiller: Hell Razors.com
ReKo: Can you go now that you've destroyed the image.
Giantkiller: It was a dumb image anyway.
ReKo: True lets go.
(Twist By KoRn plays and the three walk out)
Frost- A Hell Razor Invitational for the tag belts? Interesting.
Ice- I am sure Nightmare will say ok, the quicker he gets the belts under control the quicker we can get things rolling.
Frost- True. Let’s get to the ring for some more action.
(The FWA big screen flickers on and Cliff Blood is being shown getting ready for his match. The huge man is sitting down in his locker room tightening his knee pad. He stops suddenly and is looking right at a pair of woman's long legs. He slowly pans up and sees that it is the newcomer Tyrel Jones' valet: His Bitch. Cliff stands up and looks down at her, for he towers over her.)
Blood: What the hell do you want?
His Bitch: Well, in case you didn't know, we're new in the neighborhood and I'm just trying to make some new acquaintances.
Blood: Oh yea? Well, look somewhere else, skank...I've got better things to do.
(Cliff begins to walk by His Bitch, but WAM! He's suddenly wailed in the head by a steel chair. Blood drops to the ground, unconscious. The camera pans up to see Tyrel Jones standing over him.)
Tyrel: Das what chu get, honkey! So in case you don't know already, you're da lucky winner...you are gon' be on da losing end of Tyrel Jones' first FWA victory. Congratulations, and I'll see yo' ass next week...
(Tyrel throws the chair on the ground and walks out of the locker room with His Bitch.)
Frost- What the hell was that? Cliff’s match is right now.
Ice- I guess it is an invitation to fight Jones next week.
Frost- I think all he had to do was ask, not hit him in the head with a chair. Wow, that’s shocking.
Ice- I guess Blood and Steve will be coming up later and Durten and Nightfall will be moved up to now. Let’s go to the ring.
(The arena is still buzzing from the last match as the lights dim and 'Rollin' By Limp Bizkit comes over the P.A.... the announcer takes his place in the center of the ring...)
Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall and is to be a 30 minute time limit...introducing first weighing in at 280 pounds.. here is the former FWA heavyweight champion... Nightfall...
(The fans send a cheer for the former champion as he comes through the curtain... he scans the arena along with the camera.. we see most of the signs indicate a positive reaction for Durten.. Nightfall shakes his head and heads to the ring...As he gets to the ring 'Rollin' is replaced by Defy You by Offspring...the fans go nuts...)
Announcer: and his opponent he is also the former Heavyweight champion... he stands at 6’6 and weighs in at 263 pounds... please welcome Tyler Durten...
Frost: well the last FWA champ has arrived back in the FWA ring and the fans here are letting him know what they think of it... Even though Durten is not a huge face he is still getting a cheer due to the fact he was and could still be the champ of this federation.
Crowd:...Don't go that far, we have no idea how the titles will be decided yet, except the tag titles which is confirmed will be held next week as the Hell Razors Invitational.
Ice: Ah so the suggestion has been granted. I guess this note also states Cliff Blood will face Tyrel Jones next week too.
Frost: I don't know Chris...I think you are right for once.
(Just as Nick finishes that sentence the FWA-tron cuts out with a spinning chair much like a roulette table. As the chair comes to a stop it says Durten on it. The crowd cheers as they recognize the spinning chair from a former spinning chair.)
Ice- Listen to the crowd. They seem to know what this is all about.
Frost- I can’t remember who this is right now, it did happen and does remind me of a certain incident but I can’t remember who spun the chair. Maybe it will come to me in some time. Whoever it is has just chosen Tyler Durten as their first target. Durten wants to make himself known to the new FWA as the former champion and guy to be reckoned with.
Ice: Well Nightfall wants to make this his case known as well as he was also a former FWA champion... he just met Durten half way as he was absorbing that fan approval... Nightfall walloped him with a lariat...He grabs a handful of hair and drags him up and lays in a few forearms...staggering Durten back towards the ring...
Frost: Nightfall sends Durten's head into the ring post...I think Durten got a little too into his final entrance here tonight... he may have had too much on his mind here...
Ice: Well here’s another thing for his mind... Nightfall just sent him head first into our announce table...
Frost: Nightfall just busted that water jug over Durten's head... I think he is busted open... Nightfall still has the handle in his hand... he holds it up and taunts the fans with it... Look at the blood gushing from Durten's head...
Ice: Like I said Nightfall wants the FWA to know what he is about as well.
Frost: The ref is forcing Nightfall into the ring and he signals for the bell...
Ice: You mean we just started this now...
Frost: You got it, this is officially started and Durten may loss his return match here by count out... the ref starts the count and Durten's not moving...four five...Nightfall is uncovering one of the turnbuckles as the ref counts... he is going to get down and dirty with Durten tonight...
Ice: Ahhh this is great Durten is going to return with a loss. Nightfall isn't going to need to use that steel from the turnbuckle he is not going to make it...Seven ...eight ...
Frost: he is staggering and grabs the bottom rope and trying to get back...nine ..ten...Did he make it...
Ice: He did he make it.. just barely.. but he made it... Nightfall drags him up to his feet.. only to knock him back down with a elbow smash...followed with a series of nicely placed kicks to the back... Durten is struggling to pull him self up through the kicks using the turnbuckles...
Frost: What resilience.. he knows what is at stake here.. his memory in the fans minds and he is actually taking those kicks and getting to his feet... he spins around and starts going toe to toe with Nightfall... they exchange lefts and rights... one after another...one of them has to give, and Durten is definitely the underdog now... look at those shots form Nightfall right at that cut on Durten's forehead...
Ice: Durten bounces back off the ropes and slams a round house into the jaw of Nightfall that sends him down... but he quickly gets to his feet... that was all the time Durten needed.. a scoop slam.. Nightfall grimaces for a second and tries to jump back up .. clothesline by Durten... Nightfall slams to the mat and rolls to the outside to gather his thoughts...
Frost: What a rush by Durten... he seems like he just woke up... Nightfall calls the ref over to the apron... as he argues with the ref, Durten grabs a handful of his hair and slingshots him over the top... Nightfall rolls to his feet and a drop lariat by Durten... cover...one ..two...Thr...
Ice: Nightfall nearly lost that one right there...Both men are up and rush each other... Nightfall hunches over and Durten goes for the ride with a back drop... Nightfall spins around and drops a knee into the head of Durten...that isn't going to help that blood flowing form his head... Nightfall grabs a leg.. a figure four coming up it looks like...
Frost: NO Durten rolls him into a small package.. one... easy out there... But Nightfall catches Durten getting up and hits a belly to belly suplex ... that is two men close to three hundred pounds crashing to the mat...Nightfall goes back to the figure four... twists the leg around and drops down.. he has it...
Ice: Durten is reaching to the ropes.. he is pretty far away.. he better try another way out.. he is trying to turn it now... nearly over... Nearly ...Nightfall doesn't have it locked too well and he knows it so he releases it...but Durten is using the ropes to get up... Nightfall is waiting for him... Durten turns towards him and Nightfall scoops him up and guillotines him over the top rope... Durten snaps back onto the mat...
Frost: Nightfall is going up.. he doesn't usually take it to the top rope.. off he comes... great elbow drop, ya won't see too many big men drop an elbow that nice anywhere but here in the FWA...cover by Nightfall... one ...two... no Durten forces out of it...Nightfall rolls to his feet ...
Ice: He is waiting for Durten... and as he gets to his feet Nightfall raises him nearly out his boots with a knee lift... another... and then sends him into the ropes... POWERSLAM... nicely done... Now he is going to looking towards the uncovered turnbuckle, he points to it...
Frost: This isn't right... hasn't the ref seen it has been uncovered nearly the whole match... Nightfall has Durten by the hair and goes to smash him into it.. Durten blocks it with his legs and darts an elbow into the midsection of Nightfall...two .. another...
Frost: Nightfall cuts it off with a very technical thumb to the eyes...and then props Durten onto his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan drop...now he is just choking Durten with a foot ... count is up to five and the ref is demanding a break..
Ice: well I'll tell ya it would be a shame for Nightfall to loss this one by DQ... after all he is clearly winning this match... but he did break...he sizes up Durten as he still manages to his feet...a full nelson turned into a face slam...Nightfall in control...
Frost: well that is still to be seen ... the real test is who has their hand raised at the end...But it doesn't look like Nightfall is going to let this one slip out of his favor anytime soon as a matter of fact it looks like he is signaling for the Heaven to Hell... Yes he is pulling Durten up and hoists him over his head... that is a big man he has up there...He looks a little shaky...can he hold him long enough to get him in the right position...
Ice: He did it... this one is over... he hit the Heaven to Hell...No one kicks out of that one... come on Nightfall make the cover...you have him...cover him... what is he doing...
Frost: He is signaling for another one... he is going to hit another Heaven to Hell... this is going to ensure that this is Durten’s loss...he has him up again... he holds him there... just taunting the fans...
Ice: Durten slipped out and slaps on the Dragon Sleeper... he slams him down ...HE HIT THE DURT GRINDER...THE DURT GRINDER out of nowhere...Nightfall got too much water from the well...both men are down...
Frost: You mean he went to the well once too many times...
Ice: Yeah that's it...
Frost: The ref is counting both men down... they both suffering from their respective finishing moves...he's up to five... nobody is moving....come on it can't end like this.. I want to see a winner...
Ice: You might get your wish... Durten rolls on top of Nightfall...One...Two...Three...He got it...
Frost: No the ref has only a two count indicated... this one is still under way... Nightfall still has some gump left in him... And both are on other sides of the ring and are getting to their feet. Durten is still busted open, and Nightfall is favoring his head from the Durt Grinder...
Ice: Durten swings wildly at Nightfall who ducks it and hits an atomic drop... that drops Durten to his knees... Oh a bulldog as he attempts to get back up... Nightfall needs to get that cover... here he goes... hooks the leg... one ...two..thre... No another near fall... this is a great one.. win or lose these men showed what FWA is all about.
Frost: you got that right... Nightfall is hooking in a Boston Crab... This could be it.. with all that blood Durten has lost... and all the punishment dished out here tonight... Durten just has to give it up here...Nobody will think any less of him for it....look at the pain in his face... Nightfall has it on real good...
Ice: No way is Durten going to give it up on trying to regain his championship after the restart... no way... Look at him trying to push out of it... Nightfall is losing his grip... Durten pushes once really hard... Ahhhh Nightfall just went head first into that Turnbuckle he uncovered earlier... he is out on his feet...
Frost: Durten is getting to his feet he sees Nightfall staggering... DURT GRINDER... DURT GRINDER... he hit it.. cover ref down to the count...ONE...TWO... THREE.
Ice- Tyler Durten wins this match easily.
Announcer- Winner of this match…TYLER DURTEN
Frost- I think Nightfall surprised Durten but never the less a win is a win and Durten is on his way back to the world title.