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moment later onto a black screen, the following words are stamped in white
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*The following program may not
be suitable for all viewers. It contains violence, adult language and some
adult themes. Viewers should not attempt any of the feats seen on this program,
as trained professionals perform them*
*Viewer discretion is advised*
The camera pans to a massive ring with the letters “UJW” imprinted on it. The Tokyo Dome is filled to capacity with eager wrestling fans. Sitting at the announce table are a Caucasian man in his mid-twenties dressed in a black tuxedo. Next to him sits a smaller Asian man also in his mid-twenties and dressed in a black tuxedo.
Caucasian man: Hello wrestling world to Evening of Extreme brought to you by United Japan Wrestling here in the beautiful Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan. I am Stegland “Head” Hunter doing the play-by-play announcing.
Asian man: Conichuwa! I am CCW’s 2001 Color Commentator of the year Benjamin Hashijumi.
Hunter: Tonight we will be showcasing some of the best and brightest talent in the wrestling world today with competitors from Mid-South Wrestling Alliance and GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 that are both based in the United States as well as Hong Kong Wrestling Federation and our very own wrestlers here from United Japan Wrestling.
Hashijumi: If you ask me the United States company known nothing about extreme, but you can beat your ass that HKWF and our boys will show them the true meaning of being extreme.
Hunter: Well MSWA and GZW will prove that tonight as we kick off …
---UJW Junior Heavyweight Championship Non-Title Match: GZW’s Eric “Kombat” Fortune vs. UJW’s Riki Choshu---
Hunter: This first match pits two technically sound wrestlers. Our very own Junior Heavyweight Champion Riki Choshu. Reports throughout the wrestling world are that Eric Fortune is slowly stepping out of the Fortune shadow.
Hashijumi: He’ll never be his brother Marcus from GLORY fame and Choshu is just another young punk looking to make it big because of his babyface.
Hunter: Ok, I think we need to get on with the match.
As the lights dim to the opening chords of "Praise" by Sevendust begins, spotlights search the crowd for UJW’s Riki Choshu. With no luck, they meet in the center of the ring, where he now is in his kneeling state, looking up the ramp towards the big screen. A grimace covers his face as the song begins to pick up and go into the first verse. He rises and goes around the ring, looking at the booing crowd. Suddenly, at the beginning of the chorus, he's ended up back in the center of the ring, extending his arms out to his sides as four strobe lights, one in each corner, flash in sequence going around him. As the music stops, he returns to his place in the center looking towards the ramp, stooped down like before. He looks over at ringside to see GZW’s Justin Sharp, Adam Cage, and Maxx Pain all sitting in the front row. All the men are brandishing beers, laughing, and carrying on. All three have on Pride t-shirts.
Hashijumi: Well, there is the UJW Junior Heavyweight Champion.
“Where My Dogs At?” by DMX plays as GZW’s Eric “Kombat” Fortune walks from the back with a mixed cheer. Wearing a “RoccWylder” leather jacket, he walks down to the ring, his eyes deep in focus. He walks up the ring steps and stops at the top. He puts his hand around the ring post, steps up on the second turnbuckle, looks to the crowd and opens his mouth in a wordless scream as a huge growl comes over the Tokyo Dome. He smiles as he takes the jacket off and tosses it out to the ring help. He puts his foot on the top rope and hops over, landing in the ring, making a loud thud and the ring ropes shake. He stares at Choshu as the ref calls for the bell. It sounds, and the two men circle each other until someone jumps over the barricade, chair in hand, slides in the ring. The assailant nails Kombat in the back of the head with it, dropping the youngest Fortune down to one knee.
Hashijumi: What the hell?
The ref calls for the bell, ending it in a DQ. Choshu watches on as the figure lifts the chair again, slamming it across Kombat's head again, dropping the GZW superstar down to both his knees. The figure, wearing half of a mask, pulls Kombat's hair back. The half masked figure says something to him before running back against the ropes, bouncing off and dropkicking the chair into Kombat's face, knocking him flat to the mat, blood pouring from his nose. The trio of Pride breaks out in laughter as Kombat is busted open.
Hunter: What the hell is he doing here?
Hashijumi: Is that who I think it is?
Hunter: Yeah, it's former UJW star and former partner of Choshu, HKWF’s Hong Kong Champion, Masked Demon.
Masked Demon stands up, still wearing half his mask, his hair shorter, and looks at Choshu. A few seconds pass until Demon smiles, then holds his hand out to Choshu.
Hashijumi: Is Masked Demon returning to UJW?
Choshu looks down, looking at Demon's hand. Choshu smiles, putting his hand out as well until a large slap knocks Demon a few feet back, the crowd not sure how to respond. Pride is looking on intently. Demon holds his face, pulling his hand away and smiling, rubbing his fingers with his thumb. He pulls the chair back over his head, going to hit Choshu until a voice intervenes. Standing at the top of the aisle, microphone in hand is one of the newest wrestlers to the HKWF roster, Brian Sabre. The young wrestling is wearing denim jeans and a HKWF Pride t-shirt.
Sabre: Wait, Masked Demon. Wait. You're with us now, remember?
Hunter: He can't be....
Hashijumi: He is. Masked Demon is in the HKWF’s version of Pride.
As Kombat lies in the ring, Choshu stands there over the fallen him as Sabre walks down the aisle. He looks towards the ring.
Sabre: Your job is done for tonight, Hong Kong Champ. Go on to the back and help the others prepare the celebration.
Demon nods, but looks back over his shoulder one final time to see if Choshu's going to do anything else. Leaving, Sabre now enters the ring, holding his own microphone. Choshu pulls Kombat over and sits down in the corner, letting Sabre have the ring basically to himself.
Sabre: United Japan Wrestling it is your honor to have Pride within your silly little Tokyo Dome. Not only is the great organization of Pride being represented here tonight by its newly founded Hong Kong Wrestling Federation chapter but by the founding fathers of Pride.
The camera pan down to the front row and shows GZW’s Pride standing up taking bows. The attending crowd thunders the Dome with a resounding boo.
Sabre: It is my pleasures to have these fine young lions to step into this ring and have them address you idiotic people. GZW’s LightHeavyweight Champion Justin Sharp, “Ragin’ Shotgun” Adam Cage, and GZW’s Television Champion “The Dreamer Stealer” Maxx Pain could you please come up here.
The three climb over
the safety rail and into the ring. Sabre smiles like a child in a candy store.
The crowd begin to throw garbage into the ring and chanting, “Suck Ass, Suck
Ass”. Sabre looks out at the crowd with disdain. Maxx Pain grabs the mic from Brian Sabre.
Maxx: We want to thank you for having us on your show, you see these
idiotic fans don't know what the hell they are missing. Just look at this, they
have the biggest stars in the history of their lives to come into this arena
and entertain them, just shows how you dumb ass fans think of you heroes.
But, I, we are not here to talk about you fans. We are here to make a statement.
And that statement is this, the Revolution has already started, and it is going
to continue until Pride has taken over the GZW, UJW and the HKWF. You see the
Old Guards have been putting us down from day one, they have been saying that
we are nothing but punks, hell they even has went so far as to call us
Renegades. But we are Renegades, and we are the ones that are going to run all
over their punk asses.
Back in GZW, Pride has been on a roll. We have taken the Light Heavyweight
title belt, we have taken the Television title belt, and we have ran the so
called "Most Sadistic Man in GZW" out of the GZW and back to HKWF.
But you see Monarch was nothing but a weakling at first, he was smart he left
before he had to face this (he points to everyone in the ring). We are going to
rule the wrestling industry, before its all said and done Pride will be a name
know around the world, we will strike fear in the hearts of everyone, we will
back down from no one because we fear no one but everyone fears us.
You see in the wrestling business its survival of the fittest, either you
are with us or against us, out here only the strong shall survive, and Pride is
the strongest of them all. We will be the one to Revolutionize this industry;
we will be the ones who will go down in history as the most powerful entity in
the history of any federation. Our names will stretch across the Americas down
to Japan; it will be everyone’s honor when one of us appears in any arena. It
will be our honor to kick anyone’s ass who dares to step up to us, anyone who
dares to cross our paths will find out first hand that Pride is Forever. And
there will be nothing dumber than to cross paths with Pride, because we will
take your ass out and that you better believe.
You see it’s not all about the titles that you win, although ever title
will look damn good on my waist. But that is not what makes the wrestler, what
makes the wrestler is the amount of Pride that he posses, and no one posses
more Pride than we do. No one takes more pride in kicking people's asses more
than we do, and we will continue to destroy all of the Old Guards who dares to
cross our paths because we are what they say we are and that is Pride
Renegades, because we are Pride Forever.
You see this is not a game, no, no this is reality. And if you don't like
us then you can go to hell in a hand basket because frankly we just don't give
a damn what you think of us. We are men on a mission and our mission is to
destroy the Old Guards. But not only them but anyone who stand in our way, and
I am warning you this will not be a war for the weak heart because if we have
to we will shed the blood of everyone who stands in our way. But some of the
Old Guards think that we are going to back down because they think that we fear
them, but here is a little thing on how we feel about them. We don't like you,
We don't respect you and we sure as hell don't fear you!
(Maxx passes the mic to Justin as the crowd boos loudly.)
Justin: You know, ever since I came to Japan, I’ve received nothing but
disrespect! Disrespect just like I receive back home. And I’m sick of it! Who
are you to disrespect me? Who are you to look down on me? I’m the by god GZW
Light Heavy Weight Champion! I’m Justin Sharp damn it!
(The crowd boos even louder.)
Justin: Fine, do what you want. Because in due time the whole world will
realize what Pride is about. We are the future people, and we are now a global
threat! With Brian here in UJW and Demon in HKWF we will revolutionize the
wrestling world. And if you people think Godzilla reeked havoc, you wait to see
Pride in action! People will scream. People will be left for dead, people will
learn to respect Pride.
(Justin walks over to the still out cold Kombat in the corner.)
Justin: People like him. (Points to “Kombat”) People like him are the
problem. And “Kombat” has been a thorn in my side for long enough, right Eric?
(Justin gets right up close to Kombat’s face.)
Justin: People like you Eric.... People like you are a cancer, A cancer
that must be wiped out. The whole Fortune Family, (Crowd pops), they have put
it off long enough. No one! No one thinks we’re a threat! To people like Kandi
Fortune, (Crowd pops again), to people like Kandi Fortune we are just business.
Well Kandi, I’m sick and goddamn tired of being nothing to you. I want to be
noticed I want some goddamn attention! And if the only way to get attention
from you, is to start destroying every superstar you have. Then we’ll do it! I
remember growing up and being told that the Fortunes were a great family. I
remember the thoughts I had of one day being just like a Fortune. Well, that
day has come, because I am BETTER than the Fortunes!
(The crowd boos loudly as Justin paces impatiently in the ring.)
Justin: Of course none of you can admit it. But its true, Pride is above
ANY Fortune. “Old Guard” members like Nathaniel Davis, (Crowd pops), or Billy
Bond, (Monster pop from the crowd), these idols of yours. They are beginning to
feel the shift. The shift in power is drawing ever so near. The day WILL come,
the day when the “Old Guard” admits that we are a threat! And then when that
day comes, the battle will enter “Sudden Death”. And it is at this time that
the “New Guard Renegades” will out live the battle with the “Old Guard”. The
day will come when Pride will hold the GZW Heavy Weight Title!!! The day will
come when that BITCH Kandi Fortune stops using her power to hold us down, and
admits we are the future.
(The crowd has been booing this whole time as Brian grabs the mic back from
Justin.)
Brian: SHUT UP!!! How can you be so disrespectful of our guests? I, I go to
great lengths to bring these honorable men here and you all embarrass me with
your behavior. Justin, Maxx, Adam, I’m so sorry for their ignorance.
(Justin pats Brian on the back and takes the mic back.)
Justin: It’s OK Brian, we are getting used to the endless taunts of the
mob. But in due time, they will all shut up! They will BE shut up! When nothing
is left of their heroes, when nothing is left of the “Old Guard”. Then, only Pride
will survive!
(The crowd chants “Bull-Shit!” “Bull-Shit!” As Pride stares out into the
crowd with angry faces.)
Justin: Ha! Just remember Japan; just remember that in time, we will be all
that is left of UJW! We’ll be HKWF! Hell, we’re gonna be GZW! We will fight for
our chance to shine; the oppressing actions of the GZW Executives can only last
so long. We will find a way to gain the political power we need, we have the
brains to succeed, and we have the strength to succeed. Now we need the political
power! If we are being held down by political power, well then we must hold
political power of our own. We will fight fire with fire! Soon the world will
see that, Pride Is Forever!
(Justin passes the mic to Adam as the crowd boos.)
Adam: Shut up! , You idiots, I would of never come here if it wasn’t
for my match with Eric Montair, Your some lucky to see High quality
Entertainment, We are Pride, We have Talent, we are the best damn Superstars in
the wrestling business and You people do not deserve to even watch us even on
Satellite, And We Have Pride, We are Renegades, Pride is Forever.
(The Crowd starts to boo and chant “Bull Shit”)
Adam: I know you all like to eat that stuff but please, Don’t Say it around
Justin, Maxx And I, I think That’s just disgusting
On to Eric Montair, Soon your vikin’ azz will be kicked...Very Soon Mr.
Montair You will shed blood all over the ring and I, Will enjoy kickin the
shizzle out of you...Montair 1...2...3 will be the words that you and almost
everybody here’s when they face The “RaGin’ ShotGun”, The One AND ONLY,
ME...AC!!!, you see Eric you did something that only a small amount have did,
You Hit the point where You really pi$$ed me off and only a small amount
of people have been able to do that to me and In baby language that’s a NO
NO!!!, Eric I’m congratulating you because you just Won a Capital A, Azz
Whoopin From Me, Eric you hit the point where Only Monarch has gone, Now I
didn’t really express it, My actions spoke way the heck louder then my words did
at that time but NOW, you did it with just speaking your mind now that really
pee’s me off...Eric you will soon learn that Pride Is Forever!
Adam drops the mic and the three Pride members begin to leave ringside as
the crowd erupts with a huge amount of boos.
Sabre: Brothers, brothers, wait a minute. (The GZW Pride looks back) You are honored guest here in UJW. It is only right that we show this (points to Choshu and Kombat) non-believer that Pride is Forever.
Choshu stands to his feet bracing for a fight and standing in front of the unconscious Kombat. The four Pride members move in on Choshu and before he can mount any form of resistance, the New Age Renegades are pounding the UJW Junior Heavyweight Champ to the mat.
Hunter: Brian Sabre has just jumped from common thug to first class hoodlum.
Hashijumi: I think I’m starting to like this Pride stable. You think they are looking for a Pride color commentator?
Before the Pride members can do serious damage to Choshu, Kombat’s RoccWylder partner Desecrator and UJW’s Takai Kawada rush down the aisle and slide into the ring. Pride knowing the damage has been done hop out of the ring laughing.
Hunter: Choshu’s and Kombat’s partners in for the same.
Hashijumi: They’re just in time too.
--First
Round of King of the Death Match Tournament: Barbed wire Boards Match: GZW’s
Kid Kaos vs.
GZW’s “The Downfall” Rebellion---
Hunter: The following contest is a first round match in the King of the Death Match Tournament! This is a barbed wire board match! Barbed wire boards are in each corner of the ring, and the first man to get a three count on his opponent is the winner! "Front 2 Back" by Xzibit begins to come over the Dome, signaling the arrival of the hot upcoming GZW superstar known as Kid Kaos. Slowly, out of the back he arrives. He stands tall, with a chiseled chest, as if made of granite, black granite stone. His torso is firm, and as he walks out of the curtain, he focuses his painted face towards the ring. Hashijumi: I had the pleasure of seeing this gaijin at GZW’s closed circuit event, Fallout: Zero Tolerance, and have to say that this kid has some extreme talent. Hunter: I have to agree with you there, Benjamin. Finally, he heads to the ring, slowly sliding up the ring steps, entering the ring. He glares across the ring, and turns back to the crowd. He raises his right hand, taped with black tape, defiantly in the air, causing a pop from the crowd. “Front 2 Back” dies out, as Kaos just leans back against the rope. He slowly begins to stretch with the rope. The lights stay up, nothing fancy, or odd. “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool cranks into the Dome as Rebellion appears at the top of the aisle. The UJW crowd gives a thunderous boo for the GZW superstar. He walks calmly, with a slightly arrogant swagger. His arms are defined, yet scarred. He wears faded blue jeans, with a black T-shirt, reading "100% Rebel”. Hunter: The UJW crowd remembering Rebellion’s many visits here when he was employed by HKWF! Hashijumi: They hate him then like they hate him now. Reb makes his way to the apron, stomping up the stairs. He steps through the middle rope, and shoots up a middle finger in the sky, as he heads to various corners of the ring. Climbing to each, he shoots a finger to everyone in attendance. He thumps his shirt, along the words "100% Rebel", as he steps down. He glares across the ring, smirking slightly. "Tear Away" finally fades out, as the Tokyo Dome is still in quite a stirred up state. Hashijumi: Is it true that the reason why Rebellion got fired from HKWF was because he couldn’t really cut it over there? That he was addicted to pills of all kinds. Hunter: What? Hashijumi: Well the guy has always been in a depressed funk? I heard all he does is brood about winning and being a rebel? I mean, seriously he seems to have some issues more often than not. Hunter: I think you've gone off the deep end. Hashijumi: Nah not really. I'm just making more comments worthy of another UJW Commentator of the Year trophy. Hunter: Yeah, right. Anyway, this is one of three tourney matches tonight on An Evening to the Extreme, and quite possibly, one of these two men could be this year's King of the Death Match when all is said and done. Hashijumi: Yeah, quite. We just gotta see who dies tonight, that's all. Hunter: With the guys that are in the tourney, that could very well be a possibility. DING! DING! DING! Hunter: And there's the bell, and immediately Kid Kaos goes after Rebellion! Rebellion getting pummeled by rights and lefts! Hashijumi: I think it's no secret that Kid Kaos has a lot of heart and determination. His Light tube and barbed wired rope match at the GZW closed circuit event proved that. Reb and Kaos are trading rights and lefts now in the middle of the ring, with Reb slowly getting the advantage over the rising superstar. Kaos fires a quick knee into Reb's midsection. Irish whip but Reb reverses it, and he pulls Kaos into a waistlock overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Hashijumi: What the hell? Rebellion's not supposed to wrestle! He's supposed to punch, kick and throw lariats only! Hunter: Maybe he's been fooling us all these years? Kaos is quick to get back to his feet now, and Reb immediately slaps on a front facelock, but Kaos is quick to fight his way out of it. A quick kick to the midsection catches Reb off guard slightly, and Kaos sends him down to the mat with a short arm clothesline. Reb back up on his feet now, and Kaos is quick to send him towards one of those barbed wire corners. Reb reverses... Kaos puts on the brakes... Hunter: SPEAR! Wallace just stopped on a dime, turned around, and damn near speared Rebellion out of his boots! Hashijumi: Or New Balances, if the situation was reversed. Hunter: What? Hashijumi: Nevermind. Hunter: Kid Kaos with the first cover of the match! ONE! KICKOUT! Hunter: Easy kickout at one by Rebellion, and Kid Kaos is quick to meet the Downfall as he gets back to his feet... and Rebellion catches him off guard with a quick right hand... and another... and another! Hashijumi: Now there's some offense I know! Hunter: Rebellion with an Irish whip now, Kid Kaos off the other side... and Rebellion fires off a kick to the midsection into Kid Kaos' stomach now, and there's a swinging neckbreaker to follow that up! Rebellion's quick to stay on the offensive after that one, as he immediately slaps on a modified chinlock! Hashijumi: Modified as in "sloppy as all hell". Hunter: Sloppy but effective. Reb locks the chinlock in, torquing Kaos' head and neck for the most part as Kaos makes an effort to make his way to his feet. Kaos working on getting back to a vertical base now, as Reb tries to keep the chinlock on and he lets go, opting to drive an axehandle into Kaos’ neck. Hashijumi: Ouch. Hunter: Kid Kaos obviously stunned by that maneuver, as Rebellion pulls him up, and he just bodily threw Kid Kaos headfirst into one of those barbed wire boards! Hashijumi: Now that's what I'm talking about! Hunter: Rebellion definitely isn't phased by the publicity this Kid Kaos has been getting, as he measures his now slightly bleeding opponent up in the corner... Rebellion races in... [CROWD POP!] Hunter: And there's nobody home! Rebellion just ran chest first into that barbed wire board, and Kid Kaos is there to capitalize as he slams Rebellion's head into the barbed wire! Hashijumi: Yep, this one got bloody early! Hunter: There's a small trickle of blood running down Rebellion's forehead, and Kid Kaos looks to open him up even more as he rams his head into the board again and again! Rebellion with a stiff elbow to stop Kid Kaos’ offensive flurry...Kid Kaos reeling now, as Rebellion turns around... hanging neckbreaker by the New Yorker! Rebellions back up now, and he's driving knee after knee into Kid Kaos neck! The man from California is trying to cover up, but to no avail... and finally, Kid Kaos rolls outside, but that doesn't stop Rebellion from coming after him! Hashijumi: We're about to see a fight now! Hunter: Both men on the outside now, and they start trading punches! Kaos with the slight advantage here, as he's clubbing Rebellion with a series of right hands... and he rams Rebellion's head into the ring apron! The Downfall dazed now, as Kid Kaos sets him up... belly to back suplex on the outside! And now he's looking for a chair... and he's got one! Hashijumi: I wonder if he's going to try and pop the seat out over Rebellion's head. Hunter: Rebellion reeling from that slight barrage of offense from Kid Kaos, as Kaos makes his way over, chair held high... and Rebellion kicks him in the stomach, causing him to drop the chair! Rebellion's got Kaos now... [CLANG!] Hunter: ...and he whips him into the steps! Kid Kaos took the brunt of that on his head and neck, and Rebellion's got that steel chair now, just waiting for his opponent to get up. Hashijumi: Knowing The Cat With The FUBU Hat, he will. Hunter: What the hell does that mean? Hashijumi: Weren't you paying attention earlier? Kid Kaos has skills! He is a rhyming fool! Word! Hunter: Jesus Christ, you're an idiot. Hashijumi: And you still love me. Hunter: Kaos back to his feet near that ringpost now, as Rebellion charges in with that chair... [CLANG!] Hunter: ...and he missed! Rebellion missed the chairshot to the head, and Kid Kaos sets him up... Kaos Kick (superkick) into the ringsteps! Hashijumi: That can't feel good! Hunter: Rebellion just got laid out back first on those ringsteps, as Kid Kaos takes control over on the outside now, grabbing that chair up off the ground...and he drives it in the small of Rebellion's back! Rebellion rears up in pain briefly, giving Kid Kaos an opening... and he blasts the Downfall in the skull with that chair! Hashijumi: That'll slow him down. Hunter: Kaos pulls a substantially dazed Rebellion up, and tosses him into the ring... and Kaos holds onto that chair as he gets into the ring as well. Both men are somewhat close to the ropes, as Kid Kaos puts the steel chair on the mat now. He pulls Rebellion up into a headscissors...piledriver attempt here. Itlooks like...and Rebellion counters with a backdrop! Kaos back up to his feet in a hurry after that one, and Rebellion meets him with a kick to the midsection... [HUGE CROWD POP!] Hunter: REVOLT DDT ON THE CHAIR! Hashijumi: It's over early! Hunter: Rebellion with the cover. ONE! TWO!! Hunter: And there's a foot on the ropes! Hashijumi: Too damn close to the ropes, Steggy! Hunter: Please, don't make me start yelling. Hashijumi: What's wrong, Steggy? Hunter: Stop. It. Hashijumi: What's your problem? Hunter: ...regardless of Kid Kaos resiliency, Rebellion’s not wasting any time now as he pulls Kaos up to his fee...SMALL PACKAGE BY KID KAOS! ONE! TWO!! THR-KICKOUT! Hunter: And Rebellion kicks out in the nick of time... and Kaos is up on his feet! Hashijumi: I would like to take this time to thank Raziel for putting this show together and giving me the opportunity to be apart of this great organization! Hunter: Must you always suck up? Anyway, both men back on their feet now, and immediately they start trading punches once again! Rebellion with the advantage, as he tries to Irish whip Kid Kaos into one of those boards, but Kaos reverses, and Rebellion goes flying back first into those boards instead! Hashijumi: That's gotta...holy shit! [CROWD POP!] Hunter: REBELLION IS SMILING! REBELLION IS SMILING! Hashijumi: That's damn freaky. Hunter: The Downfall pulls himself off that barbed wire now... and Kaos races towards him. Rebellion sidesteps, letting Kaos hit the barbed wire instead! Kid Kaos bleeding much more from his face now, as Rebellion slips on a waistlock... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! REBELLION ADJUSTED AND DUMPED KID KAOS OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH THAT ONE! The Dome explodes with cheers after witnessing the vicious move. Hunter: And Kid Kaos landed right on his neck! Wait, what the hell?! [CROWD POP!] Hunter: GZW Extreme Champion Chains is on his way to ringside! Hashijumi: What's up with that, Steggy? Hunter: I have no idea, and it looks like he's just here to watch. Rebellion slips to the outside now, not really paying any attention to Chains, as he's busy looking under the ring for something... and he's got more barbed wire! Rebellion heads over to Kaos, and he's just grating that barbed wire into Kid Kaos’ forehead! Hashijumi: Christ, Kid Kaos is bleeding a lot. Hunter: Both men are bleeding somewhat heavily now, as Rebellion drapes that barbed wire over Kaos’ head now... and he's got the ringsteps now! Hashijumi: What the hell is he gonna... oh, oh shi... [CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!] Hunter: THREE SHOTS FROM THOSE RINGSTEPS TO KAOS’ BARBED WIRE COVERED HEAD! Hashijumi: That's a lot of blood on the ground now, Steggy! Hunter: Kid Kaos is in very bad shape...and Rebellion isn't done! Hashijumi: What else could he possibly do? Hunter: Rebellion setting up a table now, as Kid Kaos is using the ring apron to try and pull himself back to his feet... and he's slipping on his own blood while trying to do so! Hashijumi: Yeech. Hunter: Rebellion over to Kaos now, and he rolls him onto the apron. Rebellion up there as well now... and he pulls him into a standing headscissors! Hashijumi: This is gonna suck for Kaos! Hunter: Rebellion's looking to piledrive Kid Kaos through that table...he's working to get him up...and Kaos is trying to fight it! Rebellion tries again...and Kaos won't let him! Kid Kaos with a fist to the gut now, Rebellion doubles over, and Kaos has him hooked... [CRRRAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!!!] Hunter: POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! REBELLION JUST GOT WIPED OUT! Hashijumi: Kid Kaos looks like he might pull off upset! Hunter: Kid Kaos is trying to stand now, and Rebellion is barely moving. Kaos manages to get to his feet, pulls the Downfall up, and tosses him back into the ring. He follows him in as well... and here's the cover! ONE! TWO!! THR-SHOULDER UP! Hashijumi: I could have sworn Chains was about to run into the ring there. Hunter: Same here. Rebellion barely got the shoulder up there... and Kid Kaos is signaling for the end! He pulls Rebellion up, whips him to the ropes...KAOS KIC- NO! REBELLION DUCKED UNDER! KID KAOS TURNS AROUND...DOWNFA- Hashijumi: WHAT?! Hunter: NO! KAOS MANAGED TO AVOID THE DOWNFALL (urinage) BY PUSHING REBELLION OFF! REBELLION OFF THE ROPES... [TTTTHHHHWWWWAAAACCCCKKKK!] Hunter: DOUBLE LARIAT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! Hashijumi: Which one of them took the brunt of that?! Hunter: I'd say Rebellion as he did get put through a table after all. Dick Longfellow starts the ten count, as Chains is still at ringside. ONE! TWO THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Hunter: And Kid Kaos is back on his feet... and once again Chains looks like he's going to run into that ring at any moment! Hashijumi: Which wouldn't be good for Kaos. Hunter: Or Rebellion. Rebellion slowly pulls himself back to his feet now... and what's he doing? Hashijumi: He's trying to wrap barbwire rope around his arm! Hunter: That barbwire rope has been in the corner all match, and it looks like Rebellion's going to try and use it now. Kaos on his way over now, as Rebellion's done wrapping that barbwire around his arm... and before Rebellion can strike; Kid Kaos hooks him and plants him with a DDT! The cover! ONE! TWO!! THR-SHOULDER UP! Hunter: Rebellion manages to get this shoulder up there and Kid Kaos is trying to pull that barbwire off of Rebellion's arm! The Downfall makes his way to feet, trying to hold onto his barbed wire and he throws it into Kaos’ face?! Hashijumi: Huh? HUnter: Uh oh. [TTTHHHHWWWWWWAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!] Hunter: LARIAT! LARIAT! LARIAT! Hashijumi: With a barbed wire rope assist! Kid Kaos’ head damn near snapped his shoulders! Hunter: The cover! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! [DING! DING! DING!] Ring Announcer: The winner of the match, and moving on to the Final Four of the King of the Death Match Tournament...“The Downfall” Rebellion! Hunter: That was a brutal, brutal match, but in the end, Rebellion was able to pull it out. Kid Kaos proved once again that he can hang in this extreme environment. Hashijumi: Next time he shouldn't tug on the rope. Hunter: We only can guess why Chains was out here tonight... he seems pretty disinterested as he heads back up the aisle. Hashijumi: Knowing him, it won't be pretty when we find out. Hunter: I think that's an understatement, Benji. The scene cuts to a long hallway. Trash and garbage litters the corridor and spray painted Japanese words are scrawled on the walls. At the end of the hallway is an open door leading into an office. The inside of the office is far worse the hallway as the huge desk within is turned on its side. The leather furniture has holes ripped into it. The walls of the office have been sprayed painted as well. Hunter: That is the temporary office of Kazuhiro “Obake” Ohta while we are in the Tokyo Dome. Hash: Mr. Ohta sure is messy. The camera pans around the room as UJW’s Symon walks out of a side door zipping up his zipper. The cocky lightweight lowers his shades and smiles. As Symon is about to speak the scene cuts back to the arena area to Stegland Hunter and Benjamin Hashijumi.
Hunter: Uh...fans... we apologize for cutting away from that promo... but I'm getting word that somebody has broken into the video truck outside... um, uh... Hashijumi: Rock on! Hunter: Oh my...we are being told now that the man who's in the truck is demanding we cut to the truck... Hashijumi: Should we? Hunter: Like we got a choice?! It's the goddamn video truck. Hashijumi: True. [Cut away from the commentators and to the dingy and rather dark inside of the video truck/trailer. The only light inside the truck is coming from the various monitors along one wall. Two technicians sit in the back. Looks of fright on their face as a larger man sits nearest the camera. Head bowed down wearing all black as his black hair dangles completely over his eyes and face. It is no other than Raziel.] Raziel: Longing for truth to be told...poor Nathaniel. I've always been told to never harp on the past...to relive only hurts...to revive only cuts deep into your mind...your body...your soul. I was told by priests and pastors...mothers and fathers...Christian and Jew...heathens of their own teachings. [Raziel keeps a rather monotone yet highly eerie tone of voice. His head never moving from it's downward position.] Raziel: As I was told never to relive the past...those same people would worship and prophesize of long forgotten teachings...of long forgot memories relived through a book of falsities. They told me to live in the present...I tell them now...to take their falsities...their false beliefs...and go fuck themselves.The past is there...to be corrected. [Raziel grunts.] Raziel: Nathaniel Davis...whether through untimeliness or obstruction...has forgotten the past...has forgotten where he came from...who made him what he is today...who molded him into the machine that he is. But I have not forgotten. And soon...neither will you Nathaniel. We shall take the long forgotten trip down the proverbial memory lane Nathaniel...as we start from our humble beginnings... [Raziel grumbles evilly.] Raziel: Roll the tape. [The camera cuts away quickly going to what appears to be a handheld camera view. A fixed semi-overhead view of a dirty wrestling ring from the looks of the surrounding area this place doesn't hold more than 200-300 people; a gym of sorts. Four men are in the ring, two of which you can make out to be Jason ArcAngel and Samuel Knight, both in their wrestling attire, both fighting as a team.] Raziel voiceover: Arcadia, Michigan 1998...Knight and myself were a team in my decrepit father’s promotion...Insane Gods of Wrestling...we were young...we were brash...and we were destined for fame. [The camera does a few flash cuts, first of the young Heaven’s Angels delivering a wicked Everdream...then Knight hitting a monster Rapture tombstone piledriver...Knight jumping off the top rope...spiking the opponent into the ground with ArcAngel with a Spike Cradle Piledriver...and finally a still of Knight and ArcAngel holding up the IGW tag titles...the crowd on it's feet in the background.] Raziel V/O: Tag team champions...how naive of me. At that moment in time...I knew we would take the world by storm...sweep through city after city...state after state...nation after nation...the world itself. We were an unstoppable force...until the heathen procured the knife to stab his friend...his leader...in the back... [The camera cuts now to the same two opponents but they are older in the ring...but ArcAngel nor Knight is there...you see the announcer with the mic calling intros as the fans rise to their feet. Cut to ArcAngel coming out alone. Then we see stills of ArcAngel attempting to fight two men at one time then a motion video of ArcAngel getting super bombed and one more and then of ArcAngel getting pinned] Raziel V/O: Our names were called...but only one of us ever made it to our deathbed. That night I fought two men at the special IGW 10th anniversary event destined to destroy...two men who hated me so much that they refused to pin me until I was rendered unconscious and left for dead...all the while...I was thinking to myself...where oh where...is poor Samuel? Of course...poor Samuel...was laying in the hospital after being take out in GZW by a pathetic being known as Soul Shaker... [Cut to blackness as a logo UJW flashes onto the screen. Then we cut into what appears to be an airport terminal. Must be late, late at night as we barely see many people pass by. The view dominated by three men who turn about face to the camera.] Raziel V/O: The airport... [The man on the far left is in a wheelchair while the man in the middle who looks to be in his late fifties/early sixties carries a duffel bag over his shoulder. The man on the right is bigger and younger and has two big suitcases one in each hand.] Raziel V/O: There they were...Samuel...my father...and Nathaniel. [The camera cuts to them walking down the terminal that read "Tokyo, Japan" as we fade back to Raziel same position as before head down grumbling evilly.] Raziel: They left me for dead. But little did they know...death loves company. And company I seek in damnation...the company of one Samuel Knight. Claims of many...retribution of few...tonight Samuel...we start our journey...Into hell. [Just then, the door to the trailer is thrown open with a heavy slam! It's GZW’s Entertainment Franchise Nathaniel Davis.] Davis: You want to twist the truth? You want to... [But Davis is cut off by Raziel and a flurry of punches are thrown by both men, neither one is able to take the advantage for too long before the other one fires back with their own volley. Raziel tosses Davis into one of the walls of monitors and the camera's feed sort of shakes up along with Davis.] Hunter: We need security in there or they're going to kill the transmission! Hashijumi: I bet a lot networks are hoping for that to happen. [It's now Davis’ turn. He takes Raziel by the head and just tosses him into some of the TV technicians and onto one of their stations!] *STATIC!* [The feed breaks off into static for a moment, but comes back quickly and we see UJW Security on the scene trying to get these two to break it up or at least out of the trailer.] Hunter: Raziel and Davis broken up by security! And thank god 'cause who knows what would happen to our truck and both of those men hadn't security broken them up! Hashijumi: Raziel woulda tore the house down to say the least. Hunter: Or gotten what he deserves from Nathaniel Davis no less. And if those two were willing to do that to one another inside a production truck, just what in the hell will they do to one another when they finally meet in the ring?! Hashijumi: It's going to be a war, Stegland, a total war. ~~~Rebellion is sitting in the backstage being attended to by the local EMTs. The former GZW Extreme Champion is scarred up from his match moments ago against GZW’s Kid Kaos. The head EMT asks Rebellion something and Rebellion replies by just nodding his head. The EMT pats Rebellion on the shoulder and Rebellion stands up cautiously. Before The Downfall can get fully stable on his feet he is bum rushed from the side. Hunter: That’s GZW’s Extreme Champion Chains. Chains pounds away on Rebellion’s head not giving the man anytime for recovery. The head EMT tries to pull Chains off but he is suddenly yanked backward and thrown to the floor. The camera widens to show a tattered and torn Kid Kaos, face paint peeled off mixed with blood, watching Chains lay into Rebellion. Chains: (yelling at Rebellion while still punching him) You want to fuck with my partner? You think you can just walk over Kid Kaos? Welcome to The Brotherhood!! Hunter: Now both Chains and Kid Kaos are giving it to Rebellion. Hash: Guess that explains why Chains was so interested in the Kid Kaos/Rebellion match. The Brotherhood walk out of the room laughing leaving an unconscious Rebellion more of a bloody mess than he was before~~~ ---UJW Standard Extreme Match: HKWF’s Hardcore Champion Reject vs. UJW’s “Hardcore Messiah” Wylder---
Hunter: It seems the next match between has already jumped off backstage as HKWF’s Reject is brutalizing our very own resident psycho Wylder. Reject slams a couple of fists into Wylder's head, and then sends him into the ring railing back first, as fans lean into the aisle, screaming and cheering at the camera. Reject couldn't care less about the camera though, as he grabs a handful of Wlyder's hair and drags him further down the aisle towards the ring.] Hunter: It looks like they're making their way to the ring! Hashijumi: Let the bloodletting begin! But as they reach ringside, Wylder jams a short back elbow into Reject's face, catching him off guard. He follows up by grabbing Reject by the back of the head.... [CLANK!] Hunter: OH! Face first into the ring railing goes Reject! Hashijumi: The donut eating Wylder's got hold of a chair! [KAH-DAAANNNKKK!!!] Hunter: And he brings it down onto the skull of Reject!! Hashijumi: So much for this HKWF punkhead being a hardcore legend! Wylder rolls Reject into the ring, and very carefully rolls under the bottom rope himself, trying not to get caught up on the barbed wire. They both climb to their feet, and Wylder rams a couple of forearm shots into Reject's head, before sizing up the barbed wire board in the far corner. Grabbing Reject by the arm he whips him but Reject manages to stop just in time, bringing a collective groan of relief from the crowd! Hunter: A close call for Reject there!! Hashijumi: I'll say! Wylder angrily charges at Reject, but gets sent straight to the mat with a crunching lariat. Reject leaves Wylder squirming on the mat, and rolls from the ring. Maneuvering past the bed of nails, he rolls up the ring apron, and reaches underneath... Hashijumi: What the hell's Reject getting? Hunter: A trashcan, that's what! And boy is it CHOCK FULL OF WEAPONS!!! Hashijumi: Yikes! Throwing the trashcan over the top rope, it crashes to the mat, and its contents spill all over the canvas. The camera catches a Singapore cane, some broken glass shards, brass knuckles ,a small black bag, and a barbwire baseball bat which a hand reaches down and grabs... Hunter: OH DEAR GOD!!! Wylder has a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire!! Hashijumi: Not so smart of Reject, throwing the weapons into the ring! Reject rolls in, unaware that Wylder is armed, and climbs to his feet... [THPPAACCKK!!!] Wylder: OH MY GOD!!! HE SWUNG THAT BAT RIGHT INTO REJECT'S MIDSECTION!!! Hashijumi: And finally...WE HAVE BLOOD!!! Indeed, as Wylder pulls the bat away, a patchwork of cuts is immediately visible. Reject doubles over in pain, and Wylder swings again, this time from above... [THWAAMMMMPPPPP!!!!] Hunter: AND ANOTHER SHOT, ACROSS THE BACK!!! Reject drops to one knee, his face stretched in a silent scream of pain. Wylder decides that he's done enough with the barbwire bat, so he throws it down, and grabs hold of Reject. He tries to whip him into the ropes, but Reject stops short again. He turns around, as Wylder bends down and picks up the small black bag, opening the top and looking inside. A broad smile comes across his face, and he suddenly turns the bag upside down, emptying its contents all over the mat. Hunter: THUMBTACKS!! Hashijumi: GOOD GOD!! Throwing the now-empty bag to the mat, Wylder bends down again, this time picking up the Singapore cane. He turns and swings as Reject charges, but the HKWF Hardcore Champ ducks a potentially-match-ending blow. Both men turn, and Reject catches Wylder with a kick to the gut. He then quickly pulls the UJW split personality into a standing headscissor. [THUUUDDD!!!] Hunter: HOLY SCHNIKIES!!! A POWERBOMB RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!! His mouth wide in shock, Wylder arches his back and rolls onto his side, the camera zooming in to pick up several tacks still stuck into the soft flesh of his back, blood trickling in several places. Hunter: He's been dishing out plenty of pain, and now it's time for Wylder to feel some!! Wylder continues to writhe in pain, and Reject pulls a hand to the red patches on his own stomach. He then looks down at the blood on his hand, before throwing his head back.... Reject: EEEEE-YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hashijumi: OH CRAP!! Reject's seen his own blood!! We're all dead meat! Pulling Wylder to his feet, Reject fires a couple of snapping chops into his chest. [SNAP! SNAP!] And then grabs hold of him in a front chancery. For a couple of seconds the fans buzz in anticipation, and then the roof raises off the place as Reject lifts the SIN member into the air and drops him down... Hashijumi: ARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Hunter: STOMACH FIRST ACROSS THE BARBWIRE!!!! Hashijumi: Wylder's stomach has to be ripped to shreds!!! Hunter: And he's hung up on the ropes!! This HAS to be inhumanly painful!!! Grabbing hold of Wylder's legs, Reject pushes, sending him flipping down onto the ringside floor. Wylder immediately grabs at his midsection, where blood is clearly visible. Hunter: Just imagine the barbs ripping and tearing at your stomach flesh! Ouch! Hashijumi: What.... OH! Here comes the back up!! Hunter: Christopher Karnage...Kaijin...the rest of SIN is here!! Sprinting down the aisle, they rush to their stablemate's aid. After seeing if he's all right, Kaijin and Karnage then slide into the ring, The two bend to pick up a weapon in the process. Reject turns around, and the two SIN members charge with the weapon between them... Hunter: They have a chain.... [THUUUUDDDDD!!!!] Hashijumi: HOLY MOTHER OF BENJI!!! THEY NEARLY TOOK REJECT'S FRIGGIN' HEAD OFF!!! Hunter: And suddenly this match has become three on one!!! Hashijumi: Which is perfectly legal, since this match is no disqualification, which is a standard UJW Extreme match!! Kaijin grabs the Singapore cane, and CK takes hold of the barbwire baseball bat, as Reject gets up onto one knee. Then SIN attacks, Reject disappearing under a flurry of weapon blows. Hunter: This is just not right! Hashijumi: Hey, John Profit was the one who made this match - his boy Reject has to pay the consequences!! Hunter: Wylder's back in the ring, and he's smiling! The sadistic prick!! Hashijumi: Can you say that? Hunter: It's all in the context Benji. I can say "Benji Hashijumi is a prick", but if I was to say "Benji Hashijumi put his p[bleeeep]-to his sister" they'd probably censor it. Hashijumi: Ah, I see. Silence. Hashijumi: Hey! You bastard! Hunter: Forgot about that Benji. Does Christopher Karnage have what I think he has? Hashijumi: Herpes? Hunter: NO! LOOK!!! In his hands, CK grasps a large clear plastic bottle, the top of which he pops off, as Wylder fiddles with a small instrument in his hands. Some of the ringside fans clue in to what's happening, and start to scream in protest. Hashijumi: HOLY SHIZNIT!! IS THAT GASOLINE?!? Hunter: I think so, and Karnage's pouring it all over Reject!! Hashijumi: OH CHRIST!! Wylder pours some liquid into his mouth, and then holds the small metal object into the air, between him and Reject, as the screaming crowd goes nuts! Hunter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- [FWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!] A huge fireball engulfs Reject, and then clears, but the flames don't go away. Hashijumi: REJECT'S BACK IS ON FIRE!!!! Hunter: GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN!!! SOMEBODY GET A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!!!! Reject begins to roll around frantically, but the flames don't go out. He rolls under the bottom rope, ripping his arm on the barbed wire, but not even noticing as he falls to the floor. Ring attendants surround him and start beating him down with towels, and pouring water on him. Hunter: They've got to stop the match! THEY'VE GOT TO GET REJECT TO A HOSPITAL!!! Hashijumi: Hell no! This match has to continue!! With the flames finally out, but the pain still burning deep into Reject's flesh, the HKWF Hardcore Champion is able to climb to one knee, his back a blotchy mass of red and white. But he isn't give any respite, because CK and Kaijin slide from the ring and grab hold of him, rolling him back into the ring! Hunter: This match is a farce!! Nothing but a farce!! CK and Kaijin drag Reject to his feet, but then suddenly the fans come alive with a THUNDERING FACE POP as Reject turns first to the seven footer CK, and then to Kaijin, unleashing a huge cloud of red mist into the faces of both SIN members!! Hunter: OH MY GOD!!!! REJECT FIGHTING BACK WITH THE BLOOD RED MIST!!! Hashijumi: How...how the f[beep]?!?! Wylder's mouth drops open in disbelief as his two partners go tumbling to the mat, their eyes burning with sticky redness. But then he snaps out of his state of shock, and angrily charges right into a boot to the gut. Standing headscissor by Reject, lift... [THUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!] Hunter: THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!! But Reject has to let go of Wylder, the pain in his back too much to follow up. He falls to his hands and knees, one hand reaching back and clutching at the burned area, while Wylder lies sprawled on the canvas. Hashijumi: No sushi! Reject's too hurt to finish off Wylder!! Hunter: Yes, but he still came back against three men! You simply cannot discount the inhuman resilience of Reject! Hashijumi: I've said it before, and I'll say it again - he simply isn't human! With Kaijin and CK now gone from the ring, Reject and Wylder both struggle up to their feet, each bleeding in several places and looking the worse for wear. Wylder gains the advantage with a rake to the eyes, and then follows up with a few elbow shots to the head. These stagger Reject backwards, and Wylder quickly grabs him by the head and pushes him down across the top rope...barbwire and all! Hunter: DEAR GOD!!! WYLDER IS CHOKING REJECT ON THE BARBED WIRE!!! THIS IS INSANE!!! Hashijumi: Even Reject needs to breath, and you can't breath with barbed wire sticking in your voicebox!! Finally Wylder releases the choke, letting Reject fall back onto the mat, clutching at his throat. Wylder walks over to one of the boards propped against a corner, covered in electric lightbulbs, and grabs hold of it with both hands. He slides it over the top rope to the floor, and then climbs out. He then sets up a chair, then another, and places the board between them, creating a crude and very deadly table! Hunter: Would you look at this! Hashijumi: “Hardcore Messiah” Wylder doing a bit of furniture building, which makes sense - a messiah who's good at carpentry. Hunter: Expect more hate mail from the church groups this week Benji. Wylder then slides back into the ring, and drags Reject to his feet, pulling him into a standing headscissor. Hunter: OH MY...it's easy to see what Wylder has in mind!! The screams of protest get louder as Wylder hoists Reject into the air, intent on throwing him over the top rope and through his makeshift table of death. But as Reject reaches maximum height, he simply reaches over and grabs the top rope - barbed wire and all - and then throws his weight sideways. Hashijumi: ARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH- [KAH-RUUNNNNCCHHHHHH-PFZZTTTTT-THWAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!] The Tokyo Dome explodes as Wylder goes tumbling and crashing through his own creation, the impact creating a huge cloud of sparks and smokes. Hunter: OH!!!! MY!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!! Hashijumi: I CAN'T BELIEVE REJECT WOULD GRAB THE BARBED WIRE AND PULL WYLDER FROM THE RING!!! Hunter: Well he did!! He sent Wylder over the top rope with a rolling headscissor move!! Hashijumi: Wylder's gotta be cut to ribbons, and fried!! Did you see the sparks?! Hunter: Yes I did!! But Reject has problems of his own! He's hung up in the barbed wire!!! As referee Maito Osato and other ring attendants check on Wylder, another ring attendant tries to help Reject, who is hanging upside down, his right leg hooked on the barbwire of the top rope. He manages to free him, and Reject flops to the ringside floor, next to where Wylder lies amidst shards of wood, broken glass and God knows what else. Hashijumi: This match isn't about winning or losing anymore. It's about survival...nothing but survival! Hunter: You're right Benji. These two will be lucky to walk away from this match! Wait! Christopher Karnage has seemingly cleared his eyes, and now he's dragging Reject to his feet again! Dragging Reject around to another side of the ring, CK pulls him down by the head. Down towards... Hashijumi: THE BED OF NAILS!!! This should be good! CK tries to push Reject's forehead into the three-inch-long spikes, but Reject fights hard. Finally though, Reject doesn't have the strength to fight. Hashijumi: ARGH!! ARGH!!! I CAN'T WATCH!! Hunter: REJECT HAVING HIS FOREHEAD RIPPED ON THOSE SHARP METAL NAILS!!! AND NOW THE BLOOD IS FLOWING FREELY FROM THE HKWF HARDCORE CHAMPION’S HEAD!!! Hashijumi: The red facepaint had rubbed off of his face, but now it looks like he's wearing it again! Hunter: Only now it's crimson lifejuice!! Pulling Reject to his feet, CK then lifts him up into a bodyslam, but somehow Reject has the presence of mind to push his weight backwards, sliding off the back of CK's shoulder and falling to his feet. CK spins around, and is immediately scooped up. [THWUNNNNKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!] Hashijumi: HOLY GUACA-FRIGGIN'-MOLE!!!!! Hunter: THE SEVEN-FOOTER CHRISTOPHER KARNAGE BODYSLAMMED ONTO THE BED OF NAILS!!!!! Hashijumi: But here comes Kaijin with a chair!!! [KLAAAAANNNKKKKKKK!!!!!!!] Hunter: BUT REJECT SUPERKICKED THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO KAIJIN'S FACE!!!!! Hashijumi: How the hell is Reject doing all this?! He should be collapsing from loss of blood!! Hunter: Kaijin is stunned and Reject's sizing him up... Pulling Kaijin into a standing headscissor, Reject then lifts him vertically into the air, and then links his arms through the SIN member's legs... [THUUUNNNNNNKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Hunter: DEAR GOD!!!! CRADLE PILEDRIVER ON THE HARD RINGSIDE FLOOR!!!!! Hashijumi: Did you hear the sickening thud as Kaijin's head drove into the floor?! Hunter: I'm totally amazed at how Reject has fought three men single handed, and he's still fighting!! [THWAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!] Hunter: OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WYLDER OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SINGAPORE CANE SHOT TO REJECT'S HEAD!!!! Hashijumi: I thought Wylder was out cold. I thought he was done!! Hunter: Obviously not!!! He just about caved Reject's head in with that cane shot!!! Rolling the dazed Reject back into the ring, Wylder climbs back onto the apron himself, and then carefully climbs up onto the top turnbuckle from the outside. He waits for Reject to get back to his feet in the ring, and then jumps, catching him with a double axehandle to the back of the head. Reject topples to the mat facefirst. Hunter: Wylder must knows that he's close to beating Reject! Hashijumi: Reject's covered in his own blood and he's running on instinct Steggy. Wylder's gonna finish him off!! Looking very groggy and bloody himself, Wylder drags Reject up, and hooks him in an inverted facelock... [THUUDDD!!!] Hunter: INVERTED DDT!! And that should do it!!! Hashijumi: Here's the cover!!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- Shoulder thrust up at the last second! Hunter: REJECT KICKED OUT!!! INCREDIBLE!!!!! Wylder can't believe it, climbing to his feet and getting right into Ref Osato's face. Osato's not about to take any crap though, and he goes nose-to-nose with the self proclaimed Extreme Messiah, arguing his point. Wylder pushes Osato, so Osato pushes back sending Wylder staggering back, right back into the waiting arms of Reject. Hunter: Reject lifts Wylder into a fireman's carry!!! [KRA-THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!] Hashijumi: ARRGGGHHHH!!!! NO!! NO!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! Hunter: SAMOAN DROP RIGHT THROUGH THE BARBWIRE BOARD!!! IT SNAPPED THE BOARD CLEAN IN HALF, AND DROVE WYLDER INTO A WORLD OF BARBED WIRE AND PAIN!!! Hashijumi: That's two friggin' boards that Wylder's been through in this match!! You wanna talk about Reject being inhuman, how the hell is Wylder surviving all of this?!? Wylder writhes, engulfed in barbed wire as he lays in the corner, half of the board laying across his stomach. Reject staggers away from the corner, and stops, bending down to grab the barbed wire baseball bat. He studies it for a moment through blood-soaked eyes, and then glances around him, those eyes coming to rest on a jumble of objects on the mat. He reaches down and fishes through them, taking away two. Hashijumi: What in God's name is Reject doing now? Hunter: I don't know, but I doubt its in God's name Benji. Wylder slowly starts to rise, trying to free himself from the biting barbs of wire, as across the ring Reject pops open a small vial of liquid, and pours it onto the barbwire bat. He then strikes the other object - Wylder's lighter... [FWOOOSH!!!!!!] Hunter: OH MY GOOD GOD!!! REJECT HAS SET FIRE TO THE BARBWIRE BAT!!!! Hashijumi: Run Wylder! RUN FOR YOUR FREAKIN' LIFE!!!! Wylder doesn't see what's happening though as he's too preoccupied with unraveling himself from the barbed wire. He finally succeeds in doing so, and turns... [SPWAAACCKKK!!!!] Hunter: RIGHT TO THE GUT!!! REJECT JUST CONNECTED WITH A HOMERUN TO WYLDER'S GUT!!! Hashijumi: YEAH - A BARBWIRE AND FIRE HOME RUN!!!! Hunter: Can you believe it?!? Wylder drops to his knees, doubling over in incredible pain, and Reject throws the bat from the ring, where a couple of attendants immediately pounce on it. Reject then grabs Wylder and throws him from the ring, before grabbing the last intact barbwire board, and throwing that to the floor as well, so that it lands barbwire-down on Wylder's chest and head. Wylder has no strength to move it, so just lays there under a layer of barbwire and wood. Reject doesn't waste any time, climbing the turnbuckles to the top rope as the crowd roars with approval. Hashijumi: OH CRAP!! He's not gonna do what I think he's gonna do, is he? Hunter: He's looking down at Wylder...the wood...the barbwire..... Flashbulbs flash from cameras, and then... Hunter: HE JUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS... [KRA-THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!] Hashijumi: OH MY FREAKIN' GOD!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!! Hunter: A SENTON BOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR...ONTO THE BARBWIRE BOARD!!! WYLDER WAS CRUSHED... CUT.... Hashijumi: HE BECAME A HUMAN PIN CUSHION!!!!! Hunter: AND NOW REJECT SIMPLY ROLLS ONTO THE REMNANTS OF THE BOARD WITH...MESSIAH UNDERNEATH...REF OSATO SLIDING TO THE FLOOR.... ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- Hunter: HE DID IT!!!! REJECT DID IT!!!! HE BEAT THE ODDS, OVERCAME THREE MEN AND HE BEAT THE EXTREME MESSIAH WYLDER!!!! Hashijumi: I don't believe it. Hunter: SIN IS DEAD!!! REJECT WENT THROUGH EACH MEMBER OF SIN!!! Hashijumi: I...don't...believe...it. Hunter: Well believe it, because Reject just showed the world why he is considered one of THE hardcore superstars in wrestling. Many have thought him washed up in recent years, but after his performance tonight, Reject once again deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as the likes of HKWF’s Monarch and UJW’s Caleb Temple!!! Reject rolls off of Wylder and slumps to the ringside floor, covered in blood and exhausted beyond belief. Attendants tend to Wylder, who is still unmoving amongst the debris of barbed wire and wood. The camera swings to the aisle to show HKWF boss John Profit, a big smile on his face, running towards the scene. Hunter: Here comes Mr. Profit, and you've got to think that he's overjoyed about what's just happened. He brought in Reject to teach SIN some hardcore respect, and he did just that! The camera lingers on the aisle, because slowly walking down it comes Profit's sister and SIN manager Roxanne, a look of shock and distress on her pretty face. Hashijumi: I don't think Roxanne is going to be quite so happy though. Her man has been reduced to a bloody heap of flesh. Hunter: Mr. Profit now congratulating Reject in the ring. Reject looks to be regaining his focus as he swaps a handshake with Profit. Surprisingly, Roxanne also climbs into the ring, but her eyes stay on Wylder, who is being attended to by EMTs. She then turns to face her brother and they hug. The crowd explodes in applause. Hunter: The Profit siblings embrace. Can you believe it Benji? Hashijumi: NO!!!!
~~~In a box suite of the Tokyo Dome, the GZW Heavyweight Champion “Smooth Operator” Billy Bond looks down at the show. Mrs. M, who he was sharing the box suite with, has made here way backstage in order to do her guest show. Smooth has his tux coat off and top button of his shirt open. He picks through a veggie tray next to him as he allows his mind to wander. After a few moments a knock on the door draws him back to reality.
Instead of just prompting the knocker to come in, Smooth leaves his seat and opens the door. As Smooth brings the door slightly open, he is flung back onto the floor as the door swings completely open with tremendous force. Before Smooth can get to his feet, he is hit over the head...once...twice...three times with a chair.
The chair clanks to the carpeted floor as Monarch stands over the barely conscious busted open Smooth. Monarch licks some of Smooth’s blood that splattered onto his lip before letting out a maniacal laugh. The “Wrestling Franchise” turns and walks out as Celestia “Mooncat” L’yark hobbles out of the bathroom on her cane~~~
~~~ The Mrs. M Show ~~~
The studio lights come on, on the relocated set of the Mrs. M show, and the show opens with the cheesy music of Mrs. M’s live band! He GZW lettering has been replaced with UJW, but other than that, the set has been perfectly recreated. Mrs. M is sat on a modern style armchair, and to her right is a matching sofa. She is dressed in a particularly flowery kimono, and as usual, wears a huge grin. In the background is a huge picture of her grinning face, and a logo in neon saying ‘Mrs. M Show’!
Mrs. M:
“Hello and welcome to special edition of Mrs. Murakame show being broadcast from Japan to air on UJW’s Evening of Extreme! On show tonight, I have two very special guests! My first guest is current holder of GZW light-heavyweight title, and member of controversial stable Pride! Please give a warm welcome to Justin Sharp!”
The band play an instrumental version of ‘One Step Closer’ by Linkin Park as
Justin Sharp comes out dressed in a suit, with the light-heavyweight title
around his waist. The crowd boos loudly, and shouts ‘Pride suck, Pride suck,
Pride suck’ as he heads to where Mrs. M is sat. Justin smirks nastily, and
flips off the crowd! He sits on the sofa, next to Mrs. M and takes off the
title belt, then drapes it over his shoulder.
Mrs. M:
“You no do that to my audience! You apologise or I no have you on my show!”
Justin:
“WHAT?!”
Mrs. M:
“I say you apologise! I no ask you any questions until you do AND I slap your legs if you no careful!”
Justin:
“I’m Justin Sharp! I’m Sharp for life! You can’t make me…”
Mrs. M:
“I Mrs. Murakame, this MY show and you better play by rules or I slap your legs and have you thrown out by my security guards!”
Six burly men are standing by the entranceway.
Mrs. M:
“Now you say sorry, or you can go!”
Sharp
is so angry you can almost see steam come out of his ears! He mumbles sorry under
his breathe…
Mrs.
M:
“Now
that not so hard is it? It not nice to do rude gestures, but at least you a
good boy and apologise. Now you no do that again! But anyway, slate clean now!
Welcome to Mrs. M Show Justin! I'd like to say I like watching you in ring, but
you nasty, so if I did, I'd be lying! In fact, that first question: why you so
mean? I hear you were nice boy in you old federations.”
Justin:
“Why
am I so mean? What the hell kind of question is that? Here I was told you were
a professional. Yet, you ask me, Why I am so mean? Listen, you old hag! I’m not
mean, I’m just desperate. Desperate to rid myself and all other ‘New Guard’ of
these oppressing overlords. So next time when you think I’m mean, slap your own
damn legs!”
Mrs.
M:
“Know
this: I no like you, but I AM professional, so I continue show without slapping
your legs! Ahem! You current light-heavyweight champion. Who you see as main
threat to your title?”
Justin:
“I
don’t see a THREAT. I do though see a lonely wolf that has spent way too much
time at a Taco Bell. ‘El Gambit’ has raved about Pride for the last week,
yapping about his retribution. About his undying need to recover his title.
Well Gambit, get in line...you British/ Spanish/ Mexican PUNK! You talk about a
rematch? Why do you deserve a rematch? I mean the last I heard was that
Santiago De Touwce is being investigated for his attack on a man who isn’t even
a GZW interviewer. So worry about your lawyer bills, esa. Because we don’t
except Tequila here as an acceptable payment!”
Mrs.
M:
“As
member of Pride, you got many enemies in what you call ‘the Old Guard’. What
exactly does a wrestler have to do to ‘qualify’ to become an old guard?”
Justin
smirks, and addresses Mrs. M with a very sarcastic tone of voice.
Justin:
“Umm...I
dunno, maybe be OLD!”
He
adjusts back to his usual hostile voice…
Justin:
“Man,
you ask questions that are well really dumb. You don’t qualify to be an ‘Old
Guard’. But you do though, have to qualify to be a ‘New Guard Renegade’, you
have to qualify to be a part of the pack. We wont except any old loser, as we
showed by beating down El G that many weeks ago.”
Mrs.
M:
“Rumour
backstage about Pride is that with all three of you being as ambitious as you
are, you are already arguing about who should be Pride’s number one man: the
man who deserves a shot at Billy Bond for GZW heavyweight title. There any
truth to these rumours?”
Justin
takes a long pause.
Justin:
“Rumours
are rumours, nothing more. Every one of us knows we can take out Billy at the
snap of a finger. But as to who will get the chance out of all of us. We have
one title we must get to first. If one of us can earn a shot at Pimp Bizkit and
his Intercontinental Title than, than we’ll concentrate on Billy. Now as to who
will get the shot at Pimp, I don’t have a clue. I think I deserve it; I think
Maxx deserves it; I think AC deserves it! But everything here in GZW revolves
around one certain ‘Bitch’! And its up to the ‘Bitch’ what goes on...at least
until Sincere holds the power.”
Mrs.
M:
“You
so rude: I hope Kandi punish you again for your rudeness! As for Sincere, my
Sho kick his booty! Anyway, I got final question: you a mean, mean boy
rejecting Chris Sharp like you did. Man try very hard to make it up to you, but
now he made a pledge to stop you. What are your thoughts on this, and do you
think there is any way there could be reconciliation?”
Justin
stares at Mrs. M in total disgust.
Justin:
“My
father, and you listen very good! Will never be close enough to me ever again
to break me again. I spent so many years in a shell. But now, my time is here,
and I’ll be damned if some washed up old man is going to stop me. My father
wants to dance with the devil? Well dad, it’s on! We’ll dance, but I promise
you... only I will be leaving the dance floor alive!”
Mrs.
M:
“Thank
you Justin! I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure to interview you, but if I
did, I’d be lying!”
Justin
is about to say something, but Mrs. M continues.
Mrs.
M:
“We’ll
be right back after this short break! You no go anywhere ‘cos after the break,
T-Rex will be on the Mrs. M show!”
~~~ Commercial break ~~~
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*****
The Mrs. M show reopens, with Mrs. M and
Justin Sharp are on set. They are not speaking a word: Justin is scowling; Mrs.
M is looking away from him. The cheesy theme turn plays, and fades. Mrs. M
looks up, grins, and addresses the camera.
Mrs. M:
“Welcome back to Mrs. M show! My next guest is one of GZW’s most popular wrestlers of all time! He the man who hold heavyweight title when EWO became GZW and a very nice young man, please give a warm welcome to T-Rex.”
The Mrs. M band plays an instrumental version of ‘Number One’ by Nelly as Rex comes out through the curtains. He is wearing a suit, and is walking with a stick and his foot heavily strapped up. The crowd cheers wildly for one the most popular superstars on the GZW roster.
Rex glares at Sharp and points at him. Sharp gets up, but Mrs. M stops him and points ‘bad boy’ at him and threatens him with her handbag. Sharp eyes her daggers, but sits back down. Rex sits down next to Sharp, and they glare at one another. Mrs. M is unfazed.
Mrs.
M:
“Welcome
to show T-Rex! I hope you and Justin can be civil and no hit each other whilst
on my show! You do and I slap both your legs! I no Gerry Springer, and I no
want to be either! He got bad hair... Anyway, it nice to see you okay after
Magic's attack last week. I'm sure all fans want to know exactly how bad your
injury is, and how it will effect you in the ring. Will you have to miss some
shows?”
T-Rex:
“Well
Mrs. M let me say first off that it's a pleasure to be a guest on your show
tonight. As for my injury, it’s not as
bad as we originally thought. It seems
my ankle is only severely sprained which is going to keep me out of action for
about a month. It's going to kill me to
not be able to compete for the fans during that month as well.”
Mrs.
M:
“And
the world know who it was that inflicted this cruel injury upon you: Magic. I
can see pain in your eyes just as I mention this name. What do you understand as
the reason why he turn on you, and is there any way you think that you two can
ever be friends again?”
T-Rex:
“I
don't know what's running through his mind anymore. I wish I did because I might be able to help him. He's just not the same person I knew when I
first broke into this business almost 1 year ago. It seems he can't let go of his past and his past will destroy
his future in the end. As for us
becoming friends again. Well I don't
see how I could ever forgive him for physically and emotionally attacking Angel
repeatedly. However strange things do
occur and something could snap him out of this trance he's in. But until that time comes I'm hell bent on
getting my revenge on him.”
Mrs.
M:
“It
so sad, so sad. However, this has bought you back closer to Angel, your
pregnant ex-wife. World is wondering... okay, I wondering... will you ever
reconcile with Angel? Also, what your feelings towards child? Will you act as
father to it, even though it not yours?”
T-Rex:
“Well
Mrs. M I honestly don’t know if things will ever be the same between Angel and
myself ever again. She did me wrong but
people make mistakes and maybe she'll learn from this one. As for me fathering the child. Let me just say that I’m hoping the REAL
father of the child will step up and take responsibility for this. But until that happens I will do everything
in my power to help the Angel and her child.”
Mrs.
M:
“And
finally, you got nickname of GZW’s Enforcer. Can you explain how this nickname
came about?”
T-Rex:
“Well
when I first broke into the business I fought along side Magic, Darkside, and
The Defiant as ‘The Forsaken’. I was the strongest of the group and was
nicknamed the Enforcer because I was the one man you didn't want to cross. However once I left ‘The Forsaken’ for
greener pastures I aligned myself with greats like Nathaniel Davis and many
others to help enforce the laws of the GZW much like your son Sho did before
his
retirement.
So I guess that's how I got that nickname.”
Mrs.
M:
“That very interesting, and thank you for
being on show T-Rex! That all we got time for this week on Mrs. M show. Next
week I will have two very special guests: Jimmy Williams and Chris Sharp! You
no want to miss that! Before I go, I just got time to remind you about Mrs. M’s
recipe column in GZW Hotwire Magazine! You like Chinese and Hong Kong cookery?
You no be disappointed with my recipes! A big thank you go out to Justin Sharp
and T-Rex. So until next time, thanks for watching and look after yourselves or
I slap your legs!”
---Parking Lot Match: MSWA’s “Canadian Thunder” Chris Trepanier vs. GZW’s “Real Deal” Jimmy Williams--- Hashijumi: Who in the hell was that? When did a UJW event become a spotlight for a GZW talk show and its stars? That time slot should have been given to the 2001 CCW Color Commentator of Year recipient so I could have talked to UJW wrestlers. Hunter: Anyway, folks, this match up isn't taking place in the ring...it isn't even taking place inside the building. Hashijumi: Hopefully it’s at a sushi bar cause I’m starving. Hunter: Anyway, folks, while we get our cameras out there, let me explain how this match works. There are ten cars parked in a circle in the parking lot...each one with a different weapon in the trunk. We aren't sure what's in there... Hash: I've heard from some good sources that one of the weapons is a fluorescent light bulb...however, I haven't been able to confirm if it's Mr. Tubey or not. Hunter: Nevermind the fact that any freakin' light bulb can be Mr. Tubey with some plastic googly eyes, a marker, and some glue? Hash: Shut up, Steggy. Hunter: Other than the location and the makeshift ring...there are no other stipulations. Obviously there are no disqualifications or countouts in this one. The match can only end via pinfall and our cameras are in position now, so let's do this. Cut to a shot of the parking lot. The cameras are moving into a large circle of vehicles. There are nine cars of various models (and in various states of disarray) and one van that's beat all to hell. Hash: Holy shit! Hunter: What is it, Benji? Hash: I'm just wondering what kind of foreign object is in the back of that van. Hunter: [chuckling] Maybe a horde of glass-toothed robot dogs? Hash: Leave the jokes to me, Steggy. Chris T. is already in the ring of cars. He's in his usual ring attire looking grim. Ref Dick Longfellow is standing as far away from Chris as he can get, leaning against one of the cars. Hunter: Where's Jimmy Williams? Hash: Is he a no-show? Chris starts to look a little impatient. He walks over and leans against the van, tapping his foot as he waits for the Real Deal to make his appearance. Hash: Wow. Trepanier looks really impatient to get his clock cleaned. Hunter: A hell of a lot of people has underestimated Williams in the past. Hash: A hell of a lot of people watched him get beat in the past too. Chris is looking a little pissed now...he walks towards the center of the circle to meet Longfellow, who apparently doesn't know what the hell's going on, either. Longfellow shrugs at him, then looks up, turns, and takes off. Hunter: What got into Dick? Chris turns around and he catches a diving clothesline from the 6’5”, near 300lbs. Jimmy Williams. Hash: Incoming! Hunter: Jimmy Williams leapt from the top of that van and crushed Trepanier with a diving clothesline! Both men hit the concrete, but it's damn sure that Trepanier took the worst from that exchange! Hash: How badly does Williams want to win this match, Steggy? He's already given up his body for it! Indeed he has, coming up with a bleeding, scraped-up elbow as a result of the dive. If it's bothering him, it doesn't show, however, as he rips Chris to his feet and whips him into one of the cars! [THUD!] Hunter: Trepanier gets driven into that car back first. Hash: Williams is gonna brutalize Trepanier, Steggy, and there's not a damn thing anybody can do to save him! Chris is still leaning against the car, trying to recover, when Williams charges in and sandwiches him against it with an avalanche! The heel pop for this move can even be heard outside, and Chris slumps away from the car, showing the crater-sized dent he left in the door. Hash: Williams did his damndest to put Trepanier through that door. Hunter: He almost succeeded, too, and it's pretty clear that Williams is focusing on Trepanier's back here in the early going. Hash: Speaking of going, Williams is going to the trunk of that car and going for the goodies inside, Steggy! The goodies, in this case, consist of a shovel! Williams hefts the heavy instrument for a moment, then turns and glares at Chris, who is pulling himself to his feet, his back to Williams. The Real Deal brings the shovel to bear, lunges forward and swings... [CRASH!!] Hunter: Trepanier dodged it! Williams tries to rear back for another swing, but the shovel is hooked on the doorframe... [CRASH!!] Hash: Holy shit! The crowd chants an echo of Hashijumi's statement. Hunter: Williams turned to unhook the shovel and Chris T. made him pay by driving him headfirst into the rear passenger-side window! Hash: That's a hell of a way to turn the tide, and Trepanier better be ready to do a lot more if he wants to win this match. Williams falls back onto the pavement, his face bloodied and cut in several places. Chris isn't looking much better off, but he's on his feet and walking to another car. Hunter: Chris T. is looking in another trunk, and he's got a tire iron! The crowd pops as Chris turns around, taking a couple of practice swings with the tire iron to see how it feels. He grins and walks slowly towards the Real Deal and as soon as he's close enough, he kneels down and hits Jimmy Williams square in the belly with the tire iron! You can almost hear the impact, and Chris wastes no time in belting Williams one more time, causing him to roll over onto his stomach, trying to protect himself. Chris doesn't appear to notice, however, as he takes careful aim...and blasts Williams over the back of the neck with the tire iron! Hunter: That could do some serious damage to Jimmy Williams...used correctly, he could even paralyze the Real Deal. Hash: Used correctly, he could change a tire with it, you dumbass! He's trying to cripple Williams, plain and simple! Hashijumi has a good point...but Chris is hanging back now, the tire iron in hand, waiting for Williams to get up. Williams pulls himself up, reaching his knees. However, when he stands up, Chris hooks the tire iron under his throat and applies a front chancre...then drops him with a DDT onto the pavement!] Hunter: Brutal DDT by Chris Trepanier...and he's trying to pin Williams! Longfellow's down to count... ONE... TWO... HUGE KICKOUT! The crowd boos as Williams throws Chris off of him, nearly sending the Mid-South Wresting Alliance Mid-South Champion into another one of the cars that form the ring. The tire iron rolls underneath one of the cars, but Jacob has both eyes locked on Jimmy Williams. Williams is staggering up to his feet, simultaneously wiping blood out of his face and rubbing at his bruised throat. Chris isn't shy about getting right into Jimmy's face, nor is he shy about kicking the former GZW Extreme champ right in the breadbasket. Chris hooks Williams up and sends him careening into a car! Hash: I really hope my car isn't out there. The price to get a Williams-sized dent out of a door would be f[BLEEP]ing ridiculous. Hunter: You could always charge it to the company. Hash: Nah, it wouldn't make the company money, they wouldn't swing for it. Your sisters’tits, however-- [SLAP!!] Chris looks ready to do some knocking out of his own. He's getting a running start, actually running alongside the cars, closing in to set up one hell of a clothesline on Williams. He gets close, but Williams suddenly turns, and as he does so, he flings open the door he just dented! [THUD!!] Hunter: Good Lord! Chris T. just ran into that door at full speed, knocking the wind out of himself entirely! Williams quickly grabs the doubled-over Chris... [CRASH!!] ...and sends him face-first through the window of the open door! Hash: He's not done! He yanks Chris right back up, hooks him up, lifts and drives him into the hood of the car with a vicious powerbomb! A heel pop erupts as the camera focuses on Chris’ bloody face, and then pans out to show him grabbing at his back with one hand. Williams is standing over Chris, his face just...cold. Hunter: He could've broken his back, and he's just standing there! What the hell is wrong with Williams? Hash: I don't know...go for the pin, Williams! He's meat! Williams seems more interested in the trunk of this car. He opens it up...and brings out a good-sized canvas bag. Hunter: What the hell's in that bag? Hash: I've got a better question, Steggy... Williams takes a walk to the center of the “ring”, and upends the bag...spilling out thousands of shiny metal thumbtacks! Hash: ...who the hell keeps a bag of thumbtacks in their trunk?! Hunter: Oh, please. I can think of four or five people off-hand that might. Hash: Hmm. Good point. Hunter: Those thumbtacks are in a pretty good-sized pile in the middle of the circle...what's Williams going to do now? Williams peels Chris from the hood of the car...doubles him over...and brings him up into the crucifix. Hunter: Oh, man... Williams takes a couple of running steps, then hurls Chris through the air and he crashes shoulder and neck-first into the huge pile of thumbtacks! Chris yells in agony, sitting up for a brief second...long enough for us to see how many of the thumbtacks embedded themselves in his shoulders and neck, that is. Hunter: Chris Trepanier is a human pincushion...and Jimmy Williams is insane! Hash: He's not insane, Steggy! He wants this match, and he doesn't give half a damn what he has to do to Helmsley to win it! That being said, Williams goes for the pin, not even bothering to avoid getting a few of the thumbtacks. Longfellow, however, isn't so eager to count, but he does it anyway. ONE... TWO... THR -- KICKOUT! Hunter: Chris T. kicks out at two and a half...I can't believe he's still in this. Hash: These guys are professionals, Steggy. Being one of them brings you prestige, pomp and a whole hell of a lot of pain. Pain is something Chris appears to be feeling quite a bit of right now, and Williams looks more than ready to dish out some more. The big man is to his feet now, and hauls Chris up with him, hauling him up onto his shoulder...and slinging him back down into the thumbtacks with a powerbomb whip! Chris’ back takes the brunt of the impact this time, but Williams isn't going for the cover, instead opting to head to yet another car, popping open the trunk...and retrieving a baseball bat! Hunter: Williams just filched a baseball bat out of one of those cars...and he's about to hit a home run! Hash: Is this what they mean by “be the ball”? If so...count me the f[BLEEP] out. Williams is looming over Chris now, who's attempting to get to his feet. Williams waits, waits...and just when Chris looks like he's going to stand, Williams blasts him in the midsection with the baseball bat! Hunter: What a vicious shot by Jimmy Williams! He raises the bat overhead...and he drills Trepanier right in the lower back! Trepanier's taking a lot of punishment in this match tonight, and it doesn't look like his night is over, as Williams has thrown the bat out of the circle. The former Big Country has Chris on his feet...for the half-second it takes for him to lift him up high over his head in a Gorilla Press. Hash: What the...he's walking to that car with Trepanier over his head! Hunter: This is a hell of a power display...and I'm starting to wonder how much of this is directed at Chris T., and how much of it is directed at, well, everybody back in the GZW. Hash: No doubt that Williams is trying to send a message tonight. Finding out who the message is for could be... Hunter: Violent. Williams steps up onto the hood of a car, and then onto the roof...he steps towards the edge, hefts Chris up and drops him onto the concrete from the hood of the car! The crowd explodes. Hunter: Christ almighty! Williams is six and half feet tall, he had Chris T. as high over his head as he could get, and he climbed onto the roof of a car for extra height...that was a good 14 foot drop, at least, and all of the impact was on the back of the Mid-South Champion! Hash: Williams doesn't just want to beat Trepanier to send his message. He wants to cripple him, and leave his message in the wrestling world! Chris is laying on the ground, holding his back, obviously in agony. Williams, however, still looks mightily indifferent to Jacob's plight. He hops to the ground, his face and arm covered in drying blood. Williams walks to the trunk of the car he just jumped off of, and opens up the trunk. He's obviously struggling to lift whatever is in there out, which makes our intrepid cameraman curious. We switch to an angle behind Williams. Hunter: That's a pane of glass, for heaven's sake! Hash: Now, this is uncalled for. Hunter: Thank you! It's about time you realized that. Hash: What? Some poor sucker was gonna replace a window with that, and now it's going to end up in pieces, some of which will be imbedded in the flesh of Chris Trepanier. Hunter: Williams is having a hard time getting the glass out...maybe he'll give up on it. Williams, however, does no such thing...and after a little bit of struggle, is finally able to get the pane out intact. He pauses for a moment, readjusting his grip... [THUNK!][CRASH!!!] Hash: I don't believe it! Hunter: Chris T. was able to drag himself to his feet...and he slammed the trunk lid on Jimmy Williams, causing him to put his own head through the pane of glass! You reap what you sow, Williams...you deserved that! The crowd agrees as they pop. Williams was driven to his knees by the combined impact of the trunk lid and the glass, most of his back still out of the trunk. Chris steps gingerly away from the car, walking to another. He opens the trunk and removes...a glove? Hash: A glove? What the hell? Upon closer inspection, however, the glove is obviously heavily weighted. Chris slips it on his left hand, then moves on to the next trunk. This one yields slightly more visually interesting fruit. Hash: Okay, this is ri-damn-diculous. Who the hell keeps a chair wrapped in barbed wire in their trunk?! Chris is indeed waving around a barbed wire encrusted version of everybody's favorite foreign object, the steel chair. Chris grins through the blood on his face at the sight of the object, then walks over to the other car, where Williams is still trying to extricate his head and arms from the trunk. Hunter: I don't think Trepanier's over there to help Williams out of the trunk. [CRACK!] Hash: No shit, Sherlock! Chris nails Williams in the back with the chair...then makes sure to drag it slowly off of the back of the Real Deal! Chris rears back to take an even harder swing but stops, dropping the chair, the pain in his back driving him to a knee. Chris clutches at his wounded back with one hand, but fights his way to the feet, picking up the chair again...this time, swinging through the pain and delivering even more to Jimmy Williams! Williams's back is bleeding in several places, thanks to the barbed wire, but he manages to drag himself out of the trunk...and he's staggering his way to another car, trunk yet unopened. Hunter: There's only one more car with an unopened trunk...and, of course, the van. God only knows what contraption of career shortening is in there. Hash: These guys have shortened their careers enough for one night. Chris T.'s back has got to be shot to hell, and who knows what sort of damage he's done to Williams' neck. Williams had made his way to one of the unopened trunks now. It doesn't stay unopened for long, as Williams reaches in to retrieve the contents. Chris, however, isn't going to let him have whatever's in there for free, as he stands up, barbed wire chair in tow. He takes a swing but Williams turns around and blocks the swing with the contents of the trunk -- a board studded with nails! Hash: Okay, now I'm starting to worry. Hunter: I've been worried this whole time. Hash: No, not about the match. I'm worried about whether or not it's safe to walk through the damn parking lot after the shows. As the announcers banter, both men wind up to swing again and we've got an old-fashioned duel on our hands! Chris and Williams take another swing, the chair and board meeting...this time, though, Williams lashes out with a kick, his boot catching Chris in the stomach. Chris is doubled over and Williams wastes no time in driving the nails into the flesh of Chris’ back! The crowd is actually sounding a little sickened...even more so as the camera zooms in, getting a nice close view of Williams ripping the nails out of Chris' back! Hunter: Disgusting! Some of these fans are having a hard time watching this one, and I can't say that I blame them. Hash: Kudos to the production team for getting such a close shot of that, though. Hunter: Yeah...kudos. Hunter sounds slightly nauseated, but if Williams could hear him he could give a damn. He takes a wild swing at the back of Chris T., missing with the nails...but getting all of him with the board, snapping it in two! Jacob drops to his knees, his back arched in agony! Both men are a damned bloody mess, and Williams throws the remnants of the board down, making the universal gesture for slitting throats to nobody in particular! Hunter: Jimmy Williams wants to end this match and he wants to end it now! Williams is hefting Chris to his feet and he locks his hands around Chris’ throat! He lifts...and holds him at the apex. Hunter: Williams is steadying himself...if he hits this, Chris Trepanier is going to have a hell of a time escaping the pinfall. Hash: If he's smart, he won't bother...he's got a Mid-South Championship to maintain, Steggy! Is it worth the King of the Death Match trophy if he has to give that up? Apparently Chris thinks so, as he's raining right hands on Jimmy Williams, who absorbs them...then Chris nails him with as hard a left hand as he can muster, and Williams drops Chris, staggering back! Chris hits him with another left hand, knocking Williams back another step! Chris sets up, spins and drills Williams with the rolling elbow! Williams drops to one knee from the impact, his eyes slightly glazed and Chris hits him with a straight left hand to the temple, knocking him over onto his back. Hash: What the hell? He was down and out, and about to get chokeslammed to boot! How the hell did he get out of that?! The camera focuses on the left hand of Chris T...the same hand he slipped the weighted glove onto earlier. Hash: What a cheater! He had to use a loaded glove! [SLAP!!] Hash: OW! What was that for? Hunter: Blatant stupidity. Chris stumbles a bit over to the last unopened trunk. He leans on the car for a moment, shaking his head, then opens it up... [CRASH!!] Hunter: What the hell was that?! Something just shattered over the skull of Chris Trepanier... ...and the crowd lets loose one hellacious boo as Brian Sabre steps out of the trunk, the remnants of a fluorescent light bulb in his hand!] Hunter: That son of a bitch! Hash: The van door is opening...uh oh. Hashijumi's “uh oh” is well founded...as Pride, all four members strong (Masked Demon, Adam Cage, Justin Sharp, and Maxx Pain), have climbed out of the back of the van. Cage is quick to attack, hitting a spear on Chris that sends him into another car, then whipping him into the van that they just occupied! Hunter: This is a five-on-one, and there's nothing Ref Dick Longfellow can do about it! Just stay out of the way, Dick...don't give those assholes another target! Sabre picks up a piece of the board used earlier and he drills Chris in the stomach with it! Once, twice, three times...then he plants a shoulder into his gut, holding him to the van and motioning at Sharp...who runs in and drills Chris right in the skull with a Yakuza kick, making a dent in the side of the van the size of Jacob's head! Sabre is screaming now, pointing at Masked Demon. Hunter: He doesn't want to do it...but he hasn't got a choice! Chris Trepanier's probably already got a concussion and a host of other injuries, and Sabre's telling him to send Chris T. up! Demon latches the mandible claw on Chris...lifts...then turns and runs, planting Chris in the remaining thumbtacks with the Vengeance! Demon gets up as Sharp, Maxx, and Cage all get a few stomps in on Chris. Sabre screams at Demon, pointing at him, then Williams. Hunter: What? Is he telling Masked Demon to attack Jimmy Williams now? Nope...he's telling him to drag Williams’ barely conscious body over here and drape him over Chris Trepanier, which he does...leaving Ref Dick Longfellow no choice but to count. ONE... TWO... THREE!! The bell rings...presumably. The heel pop is so loud that nobody can really hear it. Ring Announcer: Ladies...Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, at a time of 16 minutes, 32 seconds, and advancing in the King of the Death Match tournament...The “REAL DEAL”...JIMMY...WILLIAMS!!! Hunter: What a crock of shit. Hash: But why did Pride help Williams? ---Symon vs. Mystery Opponent--- "Black" by Sevendust plays as Symon comes out from behind the curtains, raising his hands to a good reaction. Symon takes his time getting to the ring, zigging and zagging from guardrail to guardrail to slap hands with fans as he goes. Finally, he hops onto the apron and slingshots himself into the ring.
Hunter: The fans loving the rebellious spirit of the young superstar named Symon. Hash: That’s what is wrong with these young wrestling fans, no respect.
Then, with no music or anything, Kazuhiro “Obake” Ohta makes his way out of the entranceway, and down the aisle. He climbs into the ring, standing face to face with Symon.
Ohta: As the leader of UJW, I'm the closest thing to God you've got Symon and you went and pissed me off earlier. Bad move. (Shakes his head.) Hunter: Symon really did do a number on Mr. Ohta’s office.
Ohta: Luckily I already had someone here tonight, a guest of mine. He was here to check things out, but after he saw the disrespect you pulled earlier, he was only too happy to slap on his wrestling gear to come out and here and teach YOU a lesson. (Smirk.) Hash: Who do you think it is Steggy? Maybe Caleb Temple is coming out of retirement?
Ohta: So, without further ado, I present to you a wrestler who is FAR more talented than the rebellious Symon. I give to you....
The line of “Killing in the name of” echoes throughout the Tokyo Dome as the crowd releases a collective gasp as the know who is set to come through the curtain.
Ohta: ...ROSCO RIGGINS!!
The crowd begins to respond as "Killing in the Name of" by Rage against the Machine continues, as Riggins comes jogging down the aisle. He's wearing wrestling shorts, 3/4-thigh length, which is pure black as are his kneepads and 1/2-length wrestling boots. Black elbow pads/braces and black tape wrapping his hands, wrists and bottom portion of his forearms complete the simple yet effective ensemble.
Hunter: Rosco Riggins! He wrestled here in Japan a couple of years ago, finding considerable success!
The fans show their recognition of him, offering a considerable round of applause. Riggins climbs into the ring, looking all business. Symon simply stretches a bit, awaiting the beginning of the match. ---Interruption---
Pictures of the great EWO superstars, growing into GZW legends are shown across walls in a big building. The camera pans about and spots Magic walking through the GZW Hall Of Fame, looking at everything he has been through. As he walks he sees a picture of Sincere with his Chaos Theory, Kage with the first Heavyweight Championship, Nathaniel Davis locking on the Entertainment Center on an early opponent, and one with Magic gaining the first Light-heavyweight Championship over The Defiant. Magic stops and glares at the picture, seeing his reflection in the clear glass. The camera zooms in to show his reflecting face in the picture.
Magic: “To think it’s almost been one year since I have gained my very first championship. And it’s been a year to the day since I have been in existence. What a year it has been. I became one of the most potential and prestige wrestlers of all time. I gained the hate, love, and respect from the fans. I reached the top of the world when I beat Sincere for the GZW Heavyweight Champion. I have returned to my Forsaken roots because of the GZW environment. And am I clearly stated as one of the ‘Old Guards’ and Founding Fathers. From Light Weight Champ to Heavyweight Champ. From fighting EZ Money to fighting Eric ‘Novacaine’ Montair to Deacon Kane to T-Rex and so forth. I have fought them all and defeated many. That’s why there is only room for one Sean Fiery, for one ‘Desert Storm’, for one ‘Forsaken One’. And I have honor to say that one man is me, Magic!”
Magic turns his direction and faces the camera. He is dressed in a nice black long sleeve shirt, nothing else seen below his waist. His usual sadistic smile is faded from his face and replaced with a look of seriousness and kindness. Obviously we see Sean Fiery, the man behind Magic.
“It’s been a long time. I have seen many men come and go. I have seen people rise quickly above me; I have seen my enemies become my friends. People thought I wouldn’t last, but I still live on in this grand place known as GroundZero Wrestling. I have grown from a worthless punk to a success. I am not one to take all the credit though. My friends, Nathan Williams, Billy Bond, Sho Murakame, Crystal and so forth. I owe the fans for their support. I even owe Tate Troublesome for helping me along the way. May his soul rest in peace. If it wasn’t for people who cared, than I would still be that little punk.”
“My first rising spot was when I formed Forsaken to be one of the most well known stables. Darkside, The Defiant, Psycho, T-Rex and myself became a great group of men. With our battle against E.S.P. we made our mark in the business, and my first main event came around. EZ Money, Smooth, and Pimp against T-Rex, The Defiant, and myself battled it out in grueling battle, but overall, I gained the victory. But that wasn’t enough of EZ Money. My Light-Weight Championship wasn’t in threat in the mind of many as I continued to defeat the challenger. After months of beating EZ Money, he beat me in a ladder match at EWO’s last existing PPV. EZ Money changed to Eric Montair. As months passed, and his absence was aware to many people, he came back and attacked the one man who could turn in a snap. His archenemy, long time rival, Magic. Eric Montair has been the man to take Magic back to his Forsaken roots and helped him evolve into the ‘Forsaken One’.”
“As my career developed I rose up the top of the ladder. From my own father, Dameon to Majick, I won my way to a Heavyweight Championship shot against Sincere at the first GZW PPV, Heatwave. The two of us fought a battle greatly known, but when ‘Wicked’ occurrences happened, I got the win and gained the Heavyweight Championship. During my reign I welcomed any challenger and played everything fair. But one man didn’t. Wicked Ways, now known as Deacon Kane, came into every single match I had. All my title defenses were only but pointless when the ‘Wicked One’ destroyed me and my chances of proving that I deserve the gold. Then Dark Horizon came around. Just a week before Deacon Kane beat me for the Heavyweight Championship. I got my rematch in a cage match, but Giggles/Wylder angered the beast, causing him to tear the cage down. From there Deacon and I began our battle. From move to move the match seemed to be unstoppable. Then, Sincere, Monarch and his henchmen came about, trying to cost Magic his shot. Not good enough while Magic lifts the monster over his head with a gorilla press, then dropping him with a blind elbow drop to gain the three count…… But here comes Jonathan Profit, claiming that the match continue was a last man standing. AFTER I got the win and declared again Champion, he changes the whole concept. So yours truly gets screwed and loses.”
“Not giving up I have been continually getting my spotlight back. Now as Pimp Bizkit and T-Rex try to literally kill me, I have made my Forsaken ways noticed. After all I have been through, I have enjoyed every moment. But fear not for this ‘Forsaken One’ is not, nor ever will leave the sight of GZW. One year down and look forward to many more to follow. So far it has been a great experience. I only expect better and one day, you will see ‘The Desert Storm’ getting back his Heavyweight Championship. I have briefly described my history, and I can’t wait to do it again next year.”
Hashijumi: Are we still on the air, Steggy? Hunter: Yes Benji it seems that our transmission was cut into but we are back on the air.
Riggins rolls out and ducks sideways along the ring apron as Symon looks ready to dive out onto him. After a few seconds out on the floor, Riggins rolls back in, and stuns Symon with a forearm to the head. He grabs Symon's arms and pushes his legs up into his midsection, rolling back to the mat and thrusting....
Hunter: Monkey flip!
Hash: NO! Symon flipped forward and landed on his feet!
Hunter: Amazing agility!
Riggins quickly rolls to his feet, and charges as Symon charges at him...
[THUD!]
Hunter: OH! Big lariat by Rosco Riggins!
Hash: He's dragging Symon up again!
[THUUUUUUDDDD!!!]
Hunter: HIGH-ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX...BRIDGED!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!
Both wrestlers up, and Symon catches Riggins with a spin kick to the chest, knocking Riggins to the mat. Symon doesn't hesitate, standing over Riggins and then jumping...
Hunter: Woohoo! STANDING MOONSAULT!
Hash: Hooking the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
T-NO!
Both wrestlers get back up, and Riggins kicks Symon in the gut, and pulls him into a standing headscissor. He lifts him into a powerbomb, but Symon counters by dropping down and using the momentum to armdrag Riggins across the ring!
Hunter: This Symon's damn fast! Hash: That’s Symon says he’s damn fast!
Riggins rolls to his feet and charges. Symon leapfrogs, but on the rebound gets caught...
[THUD!]
Hunter: Riggins with another of his vicious lariats! He is clearly the more powerful of the two!
Hash: It's power and precision against speed and agility!
Riggins grabs Symon in a front chancery and lifts him, before dropping him stomach first across the top rope! Riggins then starts locking on a cross-face hold, and Symon instinctively shoots his right foot out into the ropes.
Hunter: I think Riggins was hooking on the Checkmate, his big submission hold, which has finished off many opponents in the States!
Hash: Don't talk about the States while Pride is in the building. Cage, Sharp, and Pain miss it so much. Especially baseball.
Hunter: Benji, we have baseball in this country! Have you not heard of Ichiro? Bansai bansai I-chiro!
Hash: Okay, you're scaring ME now. And baseball in this country doesn't count. Where are the steroid freaks hitting 500 home runs a season? Where are the Mark McGwires? The Barry Bonds's's's? The Darryl Strawberrys?
Hunter: Thank God our athletes aren't like that last one you mentioned.
Riggins has Symon in a front chancery, and whips him to the mat with a snap suplex of deadly velocity. He then rolls through, and grabs the young upstarts legs, rolling him into a Sharpshooter!
Hunter: OH! SASORIGATAME!
Hash: Benji, this is no time to be talking about Origami! Riggins has an impressive hold locked on!
Hunter: I said Sasorigatame, which is what we call this hold! The Americans call it the Sharpshooter, or the Scorpion Deathlock!
Hash: No, I call it damn painful looking!
Realizing that Symon's not going to submit, Riggins releases the hold. He drags Symon up and hoists him onto the top turnbuckle. But Symon comes back with a couple of elbows to the face, knocking the former UJW star to the mat.
[THUUUDDD!!]
Hunter: MISSILE DROPKICK BY SYMON!!
Riggins battles back and wrenches Symon into a standing headscissor, but Symon breaks free. He gets kicked in the gut though, and Riggins perseveres, by lifting Symon into a fireman's carry, and then lifting him up into a press, and dropping him across an outstretched knee!
Hash: EXPLODING BEER BELLY BUSTER!!
Hunter: That's a gutbuster drop Benji.
Riggins drags Symon over to a corner, and backs up the turnbuckles, while holding onto the young wrestler's head. He then starts putting Symon in position, and lifts him in a powerbomb lift, while standing on the middle rope.
[THUUUUUDD!!]
Hunter: Riggins went for a powerbomb from off the ropes, but Symon countered with a hurricanrana!
Symon nails Riggins as he gets up, with a palm strike to the head. He then hooks him in a front chancery, while hooking the leg...
[THUUUUUDDD!!!]
Hunter: Fishermen suplex!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR-NO!
The crowd lets a collective “OOOOOHHHHH!” out as they begin to stomp their feet.
Hunter: That was close!
Hash: Sure was!
Leaving Riggins down on the mat, Symon quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle, and then leaps without hesitation.
Hunter: OH MY!! And now a 450 splash!!
Hash: Or as it is properly called...the Spinny-spinny whirlyslam!
BJ: (sigh) Whatever you say Benji. Pin by Symon!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE-
The crowd continues to stomping their feet as Ref Happy Ichinawa holds up two fingers!
Hunter: Only two!
With the fans applauding, Symon rolls to his feet and climbs out to the apron. He waits as Riggins gets to his feet slowly, and then launches up and springboards off the top rope...
Hunter: OH! Springboard hurricanrana!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR-NO!
Hash: Symon is throwing everything at Rosco Riggins! I think Mr. Ohta found himself a winner in Riggins!
Hunter: This match is far from over Benji-san! Symon's heading up top again!
Quickly scaling the turnbuckles, Symon wastes no time before leaping, spinning and twisting...
Hunter: Symon went for a corkscrew moonsault, but Riggins got his knees up!
Hash: That'll loosen up the old ribcage.
Riggins gets to his feet, and starts unloading on Symon with stiff knife-edge chops, each bringing a gasp from the crowd! He then ducks in behind Symon, and locks on a full nelson...
[THUUUUUUUDDD!!]
Hunter: DRAGON SUPLEX!!!
Hash: And Riggins transitioning...into the Checkmate!!
Hunter: But Symon makes the ropes!
Hash: Lucky for him! That would have been it for sure!
Riggins slowly makes his way to the middle of the ring, as Symon crawls away and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Riggins makes the cutthroat signal, bringing a pop from the crowd!
Hunter: Riggins signaling that he's going to finish it!
Riggins grabs Symon and scoops him up bodyslam style, but then transitions into a tombstone set-up!
Hunter: HE'S GOING FOR THE CRADLE K-DRILLER!
But suddenly Symon twists sideways, dropping his feet to the mat, and in the process scooping Riggins up into a fireman's carry. He pushes forward, and in a flash swings Riggins off his shoulder, dropping him down into a sitout Michinoku Driver!
[THUUUUUUDDDD!!]
Hunter: SYMON SAYS!!!! HE HIT RIGGINS WITH THE SYMON SAYS!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREEEEE!!!!!
The crowd breaks out into applause, and more streamers come flying from all sides.
Hunter: What a sweet match that was!
Hash: Surely it was, and Symon has beaten Rosco Riggins, Mr. Ohta's appointed assassin!
Symon gets to his feet, and has his arm raised, the applause continuing.
Hunter: Symon has really won over the crowd tonight with his victory. Hash: And with this win Symon gets to compete overseas in GZW.
Kazuhiro Ohta, standing at ringside, looks very happy about the result. He shoots a smile at Symon, and then turns and walks back up the aisle hastily.
Hash: Mr. Ohta looks happy about this result! Hunter: You don’t get do you Benji? Mr. Ohta has gotten Symon out of his hair. Symon is GZW’s problem now!
---Taipei Death Match: “Ragin’ Shotgun” Adam Cage vs. Eric “Complete Chaos” Montair---
Ring announcer: Our next match is set for one fall with a one hour time limit and is a second round match in the KING OF THE DEATH MATCH tournament! The Tokyo Dome explodes in cheers. Ring announcer: This match will be conducted under TAIPEI DEATH MATCH rules! The cheers reach a deafening level. Hunter: Oh my god. Hash: Can we even show that on TV? Two guys with glass bound to their hands, carving each other up with every punch?! Hunter: I don't...well, apparently we're going to. Ring announcer: Introducing first... representing GZW Pride... he is a former two-time GZW Extreme Champion... he is...The Ragin’ Shotgun...ADAM CAGE!!! Out from behind the curtain, steps out Cage, his body is covered with the scars that he has endured over the half-year or so, during his extreme binge in GZW. Cage methodically makes his way to the ring, every so often looking to the crowd. Hunter: The Ragin’ Shotgun looking very focused here as he has all night. He was the quietest during the confrontation we saw earlier between Brian Sabre and the GZW Pride... almost pensive. Hash: Thinking about how the hell he's gonna heal up from all the wounds Eric Montair is about to bestow upon him. Hunter: Perhaps. Cage glares down the aisle towards the entry as the ring announcer continues. Ring announcer: And his opponent... he is a former GZW LightHeavyweight... The crowd explodes with a tremendous cheer as "Youth of the Nation" by P.O.D begins to blast throughout the venue. C2 emerges from the back with a devilish grin on his face. Hunter: Um...dare I ask what that is he's carrying? Hash: Well, I'd have to say it's a ladder wrapped in barbed wire. Hunter: Sweet candy apples. Hash: And don't forget the cart full of weapons. Hunter: Ladders...barbed wire... bricks... broken glass... ahhh... there's no place like home, guys. C2 makes his way down the aisle, eyes focused on the ring, ready to cause a good amount of havoc during the match. C2 leaves the cart at ringside, dropping the barbed wire wrapped ladder on the ring apron. Hunter: Here comes Cage! And the bell rings to start the match as Cage lashes out with a baseball slide kick, hoping to drive the ladder into the face of C2... but comes up empty. Hunter: Adam Cage missed! Montair sidestepped and the ladder goes clattering down to the concrete floor... as does Cage. Hash: Ooof! Big right hand by Complete Chaos! Hunter: And with that broken glass bound to his hand, that simple right hand just slashed open the flesh on the cheek of Adam Cage! He split the cheek open! A second right hand nicks open the jaw line of Cage, causing the Ragin’ Shotgun to recoil back in agony. Hunter: Montair winds up...one more right hand! Hash: And that one cut the cheek open even more! We're just seconds into this match and Adam Cage has turned Adam Cage into a bloody mess. Hunter: I wouldn't go that far. Cage isn't wearing a full-on crimson mask yet... but he's definitely got the blood flowing from his face. Reaching out, C2 grabs a handful of Cage’s hair and drives Cage’s face into the steel ringpost. Cage hangs onto the ringpost to keep from falling to the floor... and somehow manages to roll back into the ring before C2 can continue his attack. Hunter: Cage rolls back in... Montair rolls in right behind him. Hash: No Pride out here at ringside for this. You've got to wonder if everything is going alright for Pride? Hunter: Adam Cage staggers up to his feet... Montair hooks him! BACKDROP DRIV- But Cage flips over the top, landing on his feet before C2 can drive his head and neck into the canvas. Hunter: Cage counters... ohhh! He just drilled Montair in the kidneys with a right hand! That glass wrapped right hand right into the lower back of the King of Brutality. Hash: Another punch! And you can see the skin of Complete Chaos being shredded with those brutal right hands... one more to the lower back! We've got Adam Cage with a bloody face and Eric Montair with a slashed up back... god I love working here! Hunter: Side headlock by Cage... here he comes! Cage leaps into the air, driving the face of C2 into the canvas with a crushing bulldog headlock. Hunter: Cage back up...and drops all his weight down across the chest of Montair with a senton splash! Quick cover. One! Two! No, easy kickout by C2. Hash: It's gonna take a lot more than that to knock Eric Montair out of this tourney. He feels like he's destined to win this thing... and I'm not sure I can disagree. Hunter: He's definitely in his kind of environment with a match like this... with a tournament like this. Cage quickly straddles the midsection of C2 and tears into him...literally... with a series of mounted punches. Each and every shot with the glass-wrapped closed fists tear the flesh of C2, even as he lifts his arms to try and protect himself. Hunter: Stop him! Good lord! Hash: It's a deathmatch, Steggs... what do you want Dick to do? Lay a ten count on him? Hunter: He's gotta do something. This is just sick! We've got kids watching this show, dammit! Standing up, the GZW’s Most Sadistic Wrestler cracks a slight grin at the now bloodied face of C2... and heads towards the corner. Hunter: Neither man has gone for any kind of weaponry outside the ring yet... not that they'd need it with their fists turned into weapons tonight. Hash: Speaking of fists... is Cage going for what I think he is? Hunter: Adam Cage... oh, what an assho- Hash: STEGGS! Cage races to the ropes, rebounding back... he points to himself with one hand while raising the other up... and driving the glass down into the forehead of C2 to a monstrous heel pop! Hunter: Adam Cage is truly in his element. Hash: Both Montair and Cage would have a great career here! Hunter: Cage covers! ONE!!! TWO!!! No! Hash: The Knuckle Duster rules... but even a glass enhanced Knuckle Duster seems unlikely to finish off Montair. Hunter: Cage... now he's rolling out to the floor. Adam Cage has decided to turn things up a notch and now... what the hell?! The crowd starts to buzz as Cage recklessly hurls a chair over his head into the ring, narrowly missing Ref Dick Longfellow. A second one follows...bouncing a few inches away from C2... and a third... and a fourth...and a fifth. Hunter: Cage is filling up the ring with steel chairs! Hash: Things are getting interesting now, Steggy! This is great! Hunter: What the hell is he gonna do with all these chairs?! I don't... The Pride member hops up on the ring apron, starting to get into the ring when suddenly, C2 intercepts his path... and the two men begin trading glass-covered right hands! Hunter: Good lord! Hash: Look at the crimson fly! Hunter: A right hand by Cage... a right by Montair... they're ripping each other apart! Blood is flying with each and every shot... and this crowd is going nuts! Sick bastards! Hash: Err...those are our fans. Hunter: It's a compliment to them. Hash: True that. A wild right hand by C2 comes up empty as Cage narrowly avoids it, hooking the Brutality King... hoisting him up... and dumping him down to the concrete floor with a suplex! Hunter: Wow! Suplex to the floor by the Ragin’ Shotgun... and Adam Cage seems to be in control of this one right now. He's got Eric Montair right where he wants him. Hash: Maybe the beatdown Pride has been giving out to people all night has actually motivated him. Hunter: Perhaps. And now Cage is back in the ring... going right after those chairs he tossed into the ring. Hash: He sets up one chair... right over by the buckles. Hunter: Another one right next to it... and he's still going for more. The crowd begins to buzz as Cage continues to set up chairs, two facing two... and one still folded up right across so it rests on all four set-up seats. Hunter: Cage is setting up something... I don't know exactly what he's got in mind but it can't be good news for Montair. Hash: Montair has been laying low out of Pride’s radar since both showed up in GZW... maybe this is a weeding out process to see where Complete Chaos stands?. Hunter: And now it's Montair who is back up on the apron... trying to get Cage over to meet him... Cage easily hooks the weary Montair and snaps him back into the ring with a suplex. Hunter: Cage working over Montair... keeping him right where he wants him... uh oh. Hash: He just tossed Montair onto that pile of setup chairs... right across the one on top. Hunter: And he's going up! Adam Cage is going for the kill right here right now. Cage climbs the buckles... keeping an eye on the downed C2 who lies still on the cold metal... that is, until Cage gets to the top. As he does, C2 pops to his feet atop the chairs, leaping off... Crowd: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hunter: Cage gets crotched up top! Montair with a desperation move to save himself and it worked. Hash: For now. Hunter: And now it's Montair climbing up to the top rope! Not quite. As the wearer of the Sin Mask II reaches the mid-buckle, he turns and reaches back, slipping the wounded Cage up onto his shoulder.] Hunter: What's hell?! Oh my god! No! Hash: This is gonna rule! And as he stands up, C2leaps from the mid-buckle, driving Cage's spine into the set-up steel chairs! The chairs bend and break upon themselves, scattering all over the canvas as C2 and Cage go through them and down to the canvas! "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" Hunter: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- Hunter: Cage kicks out! Adam Cage slipped his shoulder up off the mat...he set up that deathtrap and it backfired big time! Hash: Complete Chaos used the chairs against him... and he just turned the tide in a big way. Pulling himself up, C2 snatches a badly dented chair off the canvas, slamming it down across the face of Cage... and promptly leaping into the air, bringing his leg crashing down across the metal! Hunter: Arabian legbuster. Another cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- Another roar of disappointment goes up as Cage pops his shoulder over the mat again. Hunter: And now Montair's pissed... you can see it in his eyes. Hash: I think he was pissed when he walked into the ring... make that the building... the country... hell, maybe even at birth. Hunter: He yanks Cage up... Irish whip... And as Cage rebounds... we get nothing fancy as C2 simply rears back and throws a big haymaker into the face of the Ragin’ Shotgun, ripping his forehead open completely. Hunter: Good god! Hash: Blood! Hunter: Cage's forehead got torn apart... and he's bleeding like a damn pig. Hash: And now it's Montair who is going out to the floor! Reaching down, he hoists the full shopping cart into the air... and hurls it over the top rope into the ring, scattering its contents all over the place. Hunter: Montair tosses in the cart of doom... and he's grabbing his ladder off the ground, chucking it over the top rope as well. Hash: Look at all those weapons. Eric Montair definitely came prepared for war. Hunter: And he grabs... oh my god. Hash: Is that a crowbar?! Back in the ring, C2 winds up with the metal bar in his hands...waiting for Cage to get back to his feet... and as the blooded Pride member does... Hunter: OHHH! Montair nailed him in the small of the back with the crowbar! Cage arches backwards, grabbing his lower back... and allowing C2 to easily apply an inverted facelock. Hunter: He's got him hooked... what's he...?! Hash: OHHHHH!!! The crowd explodes as C2 drives his glass-wrapped fist into the exposed ribcage of Cage... once... twice... three times... four times...five times. Hunt: Good god almighty! This is horrible! ["THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"] Hunter: And down to the mat with an inverted DDT! Picking himself up, C2 searches for something else to use... and spots his now-empty shopping cart. He grabs the metal object... hoisting it up into the air... and stepping towards the downed Cage. Hunter: Oh my god! Hash: He's trying to crush Cage like a damn bug! Hunter: He's gonna drop that metal cart on Cage! He's gonna crack the sternum of the Ragin’ Shotg... ["THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"] Hunter: He missed! He missed! Cage rolled out of the way and the cart bounced to the side of him. Cage just got damn lucky right there... that cart would have had to break something. Hash: His face... his ribs... something. Hunter: Eric Montair moving in on Cage... pulling him u... Hash: POWDER TO THE EYES!!! Adam Cage hurls powder in the eyes of Montair... and now it's Cage with the crowbar! Winding up, Cage takes a huge swing... driving the metal into the right bicep of C2. Hunter: Crowbar to the arm of Montair... and down goes the other Canada native to the mat. Hash: But Cage isn't done, Steggs. Hunter: Cage pins Montair's wrist to the mat... what's he...?! OHHHH! He just pushed his body up and drove his knee down into the extended exposed arm of Montair! Hash: He held the arm in place and then dropped all his weight on it. It's textbook Cage as he goes after the arm of his victim. Hunter: He's got one of the dented chairs now... AND DOWN INTO THE ARM!!! Good lord! Hash: When Cage goes after the arm, he shows no mercy... and you can see he's doing exactly that right now. He's... he's folding the chair up on the arm of Montair. Hunter: Cage looking to permanently end Eric Montair’s career. Hash: Adam Cage is a brilliant guy inside that ring, Steggs... and he knows this move will work. Hunter: Cage has the arm trapped... and now he's going up to the middle rope...a stomp is what he’s looking for. But Cage opts for a different approach, leaping into the air and bringing the entirety of his body down across the chair with a senton! C2 lets loose a cry of pain as Cage rolls off the chair. Hunter: Did it break? Did he break the arm of Eric Montair? Hash: I don't know... I don't think so. He didn't get the entire chair with that dive... C2 moved it away just a bit and that might have saved him. He knew it was coming and it just might have saved him. Hunter: Montair's arm seems to be hurt... but not broken. Hash: You might have spoken too soon. Hunter: What the hell?! The crowd begins to buzz as Cage grabs the metal shopping cart... and places it over the right arm of C2, pinning the arm to the mat. Hunter: Is he gonna do what I think he is? Hash: Cage grabs a chair... and he's heading up top. He's got one of those banged up chairs and he's gonna try and finish off Montair right now! Hunter: The Ragin’ Shotgun climbing the ropes... blood pouring from his head... he's got the chair, holding it against his chest... he leaps! Cage sails through the air with the Pride Splash... and slams down onto the metal cart, driving the heavy steel cart into the arm of C2 to another huge scream of agony. But a second scream follows it as Cage rolls off the cart, clutching his ribs. Hunter: Cage did a lot of damage to Montair there... but he may have done just as much to himself! The Brutality King is hurt... but so is Cage! And that may have just evened up the game! Hash: Both men are down... both men are hurting bad. The cart did some serious damage to the arm of Montair, I'd bet... but that wasn't an easy move on the ribcage of Cage either. Hunter: Both men trying to get themselves back up... knowing that the first man up is gonna be at a big advantage. Hash: Montair pulls his arm free from under the cart...grabbing the ropes with his free hand. The crowd comes alive; cheering C2 to get to his feet while the bloodied Cage gets to his knees, still holding his ribcage in agony. Hunter: Cage on his knees... and now he's on his feet! Hash: But so is Montair! And a huge pop erupts as the two men square off again, trading right hands to the thrill of the crowd... but the thrill soon ends as C2 hurls a wild right that Cage avoids just enough to... Hunter: No! Hash: FUJIWARA! Hunter: Cage has the Fujiwara armbar applied on Montair! Hash: Did you hear Eric Montair scream? He's hurting, Steggy! Hunter: Cage turns up the pressure... trying to snap the arm... trying to force a submission out of Montair. Hash: I can't imagine Montair giving up. Cage would have to kill him first. Hunter: It was only weeks ago at GZW’s closed circuit event, Fallout: Zero Tolerance, that Adam Cage made the infamous Monarch say “I Quit”! But Cage is leaning back... good lord! Look at the pressure on the arm! It's gonna snap... the damn thing is gonna snap, Benji! But fate intervenes for C2 as he spies a piece of glass barely attached to his hand. He rolls onto his left side, easing the pressure just enough to grab the piece of glass, snatch it off his hand... and drive it into the ribs of Cage. Hunter: Oh my god! Oh my god! Hash: He's cutting Cage! He's slashing the ribs of Cage! The barbaric move sends a loud pop through the bulk of the crowd... with a few growing a little queasy. Cage immediately releases the hold, pulling up to check his bleeding ribcage. He snatches the shard of glass from his wound, tossing it down to the mat to another sickened pop. Hunter: Adam Cage is pissed now... he's stomping the arm of Montair, trying to do even more damage to it. Hash: I'd be pissed too if someone tried to cut out my ribs. Hunter: Cage pulls him up... and shoves him back first into the corner. The Pride member grabs the shopping cart, yanking it over near the buckles... and then turns to put C2 up on the top rope. Hunter: I don't like the looks of this. Hash: Cage had better be careful... the chairs backfired this could too. Hunter: He's climbing up there next to Montair... and it looks like he's setting him up for a superplex. And that's exactly what he's doing... he's trying to get Montair over in a superplex on that damn metal shopping cart! Hash: Montair with a right hand to the ribs of Cage! He's fighting it! He refuses to be suplexed! He refuses to lose! Dig down Montair and find Novacaine! Another right to the ribs... and now it's Montair who has Cage hooked! HE LIFTS!!! And from his standing position up top, C2 pushes Cage forward...dropping him ribs first on the shopping cart with a front layout suplex! A deafening pop rings out as the Pride member lies helpless on his own weapon of choice. Hunt: Adam Cage went for the end... and he paid the price! Montair turned it against him and Cage is in big, big trouble, Benji. Hash: What the hell?! Montair's up top! Hunter: Oh my god! Leaping from the top, C2 drives both feet down into the back of Cage, slamming his ribs into the steel again with a leaping double stomp! Hash: Good lord! Adam Cage has been obliterated! Hunter: Montair pulls Cage off the cart... Adam can't even stand. The Ragin’ Shotgun is on dream street right now... just completely... Hash: Tell me he's not... Oh my god... he is. Smirking, C2 pulls Cage into a side waistlock. He hoists Cage into the air... and drives his head and neck into the metal shopping cart with a spine crushing Genocide! "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" Hunter: And I think the fans said it all right there. Hash: Adam Cage... my god. Hunter: He just found out exactly what it takes to be the King of the DeathMatch. Hash: Erc Montair just might be unstoppable, Steggs... unstoppable. Hunter: He's not done yet, Benji! Cage doesn't even look like he can stand...and Montair wants to deliver more punishment. The Gods of Brutality have not smiled on Adam Cage tonight. C2 reaches down, grabbing some barbed wire that had fallen onto the mat... and quickly wraps it around himself just before heading to the ropes. Hunter: Eric Montair's gonna fly! Hash: I have seen videotape of Eric Montair in his matches in GZW... I saw what he's capable of from the top rope when he's angry. Hunter: And he's damn sure angry now! Reaching the top, C2 leaps into the air, flipping... and bringing his barbed wire covered body down across the chest of Adam Cage! Hunter: BARBED WIRE GLUTTONY (shooting star press)!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! NO!!! CAGE GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! Hash: How in the name of God did he do that? Hunter: No idea... no damn clue. Cage should be in a hospital bed after some of the punishment he's taken... but the son of a bitch refuses to die. He refuses to stay down. Hash: And Montair's got something else. The crowd pops as C2 hoists up his new weapon of choice... a weighted glove wrapped in tape and covered in barbed wire. Hash: You know what he should call that? Hunter: What? Hash: He should call that the "Change Your Religion" handguard. Hunter: Do I dare ask why? Hash: Because if he hits you "down south" with it, you're either gonna be Jewish or an eunuch. Hunter: Eeeeps. C2 starts to put the glove on his hand... when suddenly Cage reaches up, raking the eyes of the crouching C2. Cage somehow finds the strength to pull himself up. Hunter: How the hell is he standing? Hash: I don't know... I can't believe it. Hunter: He's got Montair... Irish whip... As C2 rebounds, Cage buries a boot in his guts. Hunter: Boot to the gut... NOV- no! Montair shoves him off to the ropes...Cage off the far side... And C2 drops down on all fours... rears back... and lets the glove fly! Crowd: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Upon impact, Cage’s eyes go wide... wider than anyone's eyes have ever gone before. Hunter: He just... god, how do I say it? Hash: Had his religion changed? Hunter: Amen. C2 pops to his feet, rearing back again... and locks in a cobra clutch. Hunter: He's got Cage hooked... he lifts! ["CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"] Hunter: PILLS COME ADDICTION (cobra clutch suplex) ON THE CART!!! PILLS COME ADDICTION ON THE CART!! GOOD GOD!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] Hunter: Eric “Complete Chaos” Montair did it! Complete Chaos did it! He beats Adam Cage! Hash: And he makes the Final Four! He's gonna meet the GZW Extreme Champion Chains in the semifinals for the right to face either “The Downfall” Rebellion or “Real Deal” Jimmy Williams in the finals at HKWF’s No Imitations Accepted! One of those four men will be the King of the Death Match, Steggy!
---Main Event: Champion vs. Champion Non-Title Match: Killing Box Match: HKWF’s World Heavyweight Champion Sebastian Covenant vs. UJW’s Super Heavyweight Champion Han “Bushido” Misawada---
Hunter: Time for a major main event. For the first time in nearly ten years HKWF’s Sebastian Covenant will face our very own Han “Bushido” Misawada.
Hash: This is like the meeting of the wrestling dinosaurs.
“The Imperial March” from the Return of the Jedi blares from the speakers. Red and White Fireworks explode over the ring as the UJW Super Heavyweight Champion Bushido makes his way through the crowd. Bushido, the belt strapped around his waist, gives the fans high fives and climbs over the guardrail. He hits the cage again and again. He walks around to the door, sliding in, climbs onto the top turnbuckle and lifts the UJW top strap high into the air. The fans reaction shows that is still one of their favorites. Cheers are audible as Bushido gives his the title a big kiss. Ref Longfellow walks over, about to take it away when he realizes it's perfectly legal, and backs away into a corner.
Hunter: One of the most honorable men in the business today, Benji.
Hash: Thank you.
Hunter: Not you, moron, Bushido.
“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns and Roses comes on, the lights go down and blue spotlights go around the arena, smoke fills the entrance way, and just as the music gets heavy, strobe lights come on near the entrance, and the HKWF’s World Heavyweight Champion steps through the smoke, the HKWF’s top strap securely around his waist, stopping half way on the ramp, eyeing Bushido, with the UJW Super Heavyweight belt in his hand.
Hunter: I think now's a good time to describe this match.
Hash: What's to describe? Hell in a cell with barbwire on one wall of the cage, there's a table on top of it, a sledgehammer is strapped to the ceiling on the inside, and on the walls, we have a wide assortment of weapons at the disposal, I mean, to lead to the disposal of these two men.
Hunter: You really are heartless.
Hash: Yeah...I know. But that’s why it’s called a Killing Box Match.
Covenant is walking down to the cage, still looking at Bushido through the cage links. Covenant inspects the cage, putting his finger on the barbwire, then pulling it away quickly, smiling. He looks at Bushido, then runs to the door and gets inside. Bushido stands ready with the UJW title in his hands, Ref Longfellow sliding out of the ring quickly as Covenant walks around the ring slowly before getting in. Bushido walks around the ring, as Covenant runs at Bushido, full head of steam and swings the HKWF World Heavyweight belt over his head; nailing the apron as Bushido quickly retreats back off the apron and back a few steps. Bushido shows a bit of impatience as Ref Longfellow calls for the bell anyway as Bushido walks around to the next side of the ring. The ref walks over and shuts the door as Covenant swings his belt again, just barely missing Bushido. The man’s who’s name means honor backs up a few feet, angered a bit until Covenant hops between the ropes, dropping to the floor, which sends Covenant on a fast pace around the ring, in pursuit. Covenant holds his belt up with one hand, running after Bushido, the fans cheering until Covenant slides into the ring, Bushido following and getting an elbow to the back of the neck.
Hunter: Covenant scouting Bushido early on.
Hash: Remember this is a non-title match.
Covenant quickly mounts Bushido, putting on a camel clutch with half his body still outside of the ring. His belt falls from Bushido's grasp in an attempt to break the hold. Ref Longfellow slides in and checks on Bushido, who refuses to give up. Covenant smiles as he puts Bushido in pain without breaking a sweat. Bushido still refuses to give into the pain this early, Covenant letting go of him. He quickly starts stomping away at Bushido, making him slump to the outside. Covenant bends over and picks up both title belts, walking around the ring, holding them up over his head, the crowd booing him. Bushido picks himself up on the apron, looking at Covenant, his eyes light up as he slides back in the ring and goes after Covenant, who swings the belts at Bushido's head, who ducks it and kicks Covenant in the stomach. Bushido bends over and picks up the titles, winding up and swinging them at Covenant's skull, who ducks it, Bushido swinging completely around from the momentum. Covenant reaches out, grabbing Bushido's hair, and then pulling him in. He hooks Bushido's tight, but Bushido turns under Covenant's arm, hooking his arms around Covenant, and following up with a release Northern Lights suplex, sending Covenant across the ring. Bushido gets up, picking the UJW belt up in the process as Covenant slides out of the ring. Bushido follows behind, hoping out and nailing the unaware Covenant in the back with the belt.
Hash: FINALLY!!
Covenant drops to his knees, quickly back up and slides in the ring, backing away in a corner as Bushido follows him inside. Covenant is on his knees, trying to plead with Bushido. Bushido looks at Covenant, Bushido then raises the belt over his head as Covenant continues to try to talk Bushido out of it. He slowly drops the belt down to his side as the crowd starts chanting "UJW!! UJW!! UJW!!" and Bushido takes notice. Covenant still tries to reason with him as Bushido listens to the crowd. He nods to the crowd, smiling and raises the belt over his head, then dropping it to the mat after a low blow from Covenant. Covenant stands up, grabs Bushido and sends him through the ropes to the outside. He looks down at the belts, thinking for a second, and then leaves them in the ring as he gets out. Bushido is getting up quickly until Covenant grabs his hair, and then tosses him face first into the steel. Bushido bounces off and gets a forearm to the back. Covenant turns, grabs Bushido's arms and whips him towards the steel ring steps, but Bushido reverses it, sending Covenant towards it until pulling him back quickly, then taking him down with a hard clothesline. He straddles over the chest of Covenant, grabs his hair, then starts nailing rights into his forehead, not relenting as his fist goes faster and faster. Bushido stops the assault, looking at Covenant in disgust until waving his hand out, dropping his jaw and showing pain in his face. Bushido gives them a weird look, not understanding, but just shrugs it off, bending over and picking Covenant up until getting a quick punch to the gut. He stands up, grabs Bushido and sends him shoulder first into the ring steps. Covenant walks over to the cage wall and unwraps a baseball bat.
Hash: This isn't looking good for the Honorable One.
Hunter: Yeah, I know...did you just call him the Honorable One?
Hash: I'm pretty sure of it.
Covenant turns the bat in his hand, looking at it from handle to tip. He swings it around as Bushido turns holding his shoulder, and Covenant takes a step, swinging and slamming the bat into Bushido's midsection, taking him off the floor a few inches until he drops to his knees, wrenching in pain. Covenant gets behind Bushido and starts choking him with the bat, pulling it back into his throat. Bushido fights it, trying to push the bat away, Covenant leaning back, putting more pressure on it, Bushido using most of his energy to keep it off his throat. The bat slowly gets closer to Bushido's throat, slowly until it starts putting pressure on his windpipe. Covenant starts smiling as Bushido starts to gag for air until he pushes the bat forwards quickly, Covenant being pulled and Bushido whipping his head back, Covenant letting go of the bat and holds his groin in pain.
Hunter: Oooooo...
Bushido drops down to hands and knees, the baseball bat still in his hand as Covenant steps back a few feet, then drops to his knees. Bushido coughs for a few seconds until using the bat to help him up. He turns at Covenant, and then looks around the ring. He glares at Covenant for a second, who is still holding himself as he walks around the ring, stopping and looking at the barbwire on the cage. He walks over to a corner, looking up and down it, stopping and staring a foot or two off the ground at the corner, then smiles. He grabs the barbwire, the end of it, and starts taking it off of the cage, peeling it off. He wraps it around the baseball bat a few times, and then just rolls the baseball bat along the length of the cage, pulling it tightly. He gets to the other corner, seeing that it's wrapped around the other side of the cage. He pulls on it, trying to break it, but it doesn't work. He tries to twist it around, bending the barbwire and snapping it. After a few seconds, the barbwire does snap, the crowd cheers as Bushido holds it up. He turns and gets speared back into the barbwire from Covenant, dropping down and scraping his back. Covenant starts stomping at Bushido's midsection, grinding him into the cage and barbwire. He rips the bat out of Bushido's hand and tosses it into the ring. He grabs Bushido's hair and picks him up, walks to the ring and rolls him in. He follows behind, hoping up on the apron and slides between the ropes, hopping over Bushido in the process. He walks over and picks the barbwire baseball bat up. He holds it up to the crowd, getting boos.
Hunter: Sebastian Covenant is going to kill him!
Hash: Hey, more money for us. And to think these guys are friends.
Covenant walks back over to Bushido, raises the baseball bat quickly and slams it hard against the mat, Bushido rolling out of the ring before the impact. Covenant walks over to the ropes and swings it overhead, but Bushido trips him up, pulls him out of the ring and starts nailing punches to Covenant. Covenant lifts a knee to the side, hitting Bushido in the gut. He grabs his head and tries to slam it against the apron, but Bushido blocks it, and follows it up with an elbow to the stomach. He grabs Covenant's head and starts to slam it down before stopping himself. He grabs the baseball bat out of Covenant's hand and puts it on the apron, then slams Covenant's forehead into the barbwire bat. He turns the now bleeding Covenant around, runs and tosses him into the cage face first. Covenant bounces off, turns and nails a sharp right to Bushido's jaw, to which Bushido hits Covenant with one of his own. The two men go back and forth, throwing punches at each other until Bushido kicks Covenant in the gut, grabs him, turns and throws him into the ring. Bushido reaches down and pulls the ring skirt up, ducking down and looking for something under the ring. He stands back up, the skirt falls over his hands hiding what's in them. He smiles, then pulls out a ladder, picking it up and tossing it into the ring as the crowd start to cheer.
Hash: I wonder what Bushido has planned here.
Hunter: Well, how else would you get the sledgehammer?
Hash: Oh yeah...
Covenant starts to get up as Bushido rolls into the ring. Bushido stands up and goes straight at Covenant as he turns around, forcing a lockup, catching Covenant off guard, which forces him back into a corner, but Covenant turns it at the last second. Covenant pulls away quickly and nails a knife-edge chop to Bushido's chest. He grabs Bushido's arm and whips him across the ring, Covenant following him as both men have to jump over the ladder. Covenant jumps and lands a clothesline to Bushido, quickly grabbing his head, running out and giving a bulldog to the UJW Champ on the ladder, Bushido's midsection hitting it instead of his head.
Hunter: I guess Covenant didn't want to hurt his ass.
Hash: I don't think it matters to him.
Covenant gets up, walks over and picks up a chair. He walks back over and slams the chair over Bushido's back, Bushido rolling over on the ladder. Covenant pulls the chair over his head again, swinging down but Bushido puts his foot up, kicking the chair back into Covenant's face. Covenant drops the chair and stumbles back a few feet, dropping to one knee in the corner. Bushdio carefully picks himself up off the ladder and picks the chair up. Covenant looks up at Bushido, then rolls out of the ring. He walks around, holding his forehead with his palm, Bushido looking on as Covenant walks to the door and kicks it open. Covenant turns back and looks at Bushido before walking out of the cage, walks over a few feet and starts climbing it. Covenant gets half way up as Bushido hurries out of the ring, out the door and follows suit. Covenant gets to the top, stands up and looks at Bushido, trying to climb the cage with the chair in his hand. Covenant watches on, walking around the top of the cage, taunting Bushido, who is inches from the top until the chair slips out of his hand. He looks down at the chair as it hits the floor, then turns his attention back to Covenant, who is now standing above him and reaches down, grabbing Bushido's hair. Bushido lets go of the cage with one hand, trying to make Covenant let go, but Bushido hits Covenant's foot, tripping him up a bit. Bushido starts to fall until he grabs a hold of Covenant's pants, pulling Covenant down as well, tripping Covenant down to the cage. Covenant starts to slide off the cage with Bushido's weight on his foot until his torso gets to the end of the cage, and then Covenant grabs a hold of the cage, stopping himself from sliding. Bushido grabs the cage and starts climbing up quickly, using Covenant's pants to keep him down. Covenant tries to pull himself up, but Bushido pulls on his pants, not allowing it to happen. Bushido climbs up until he's level with Covenant, who notices Bushido now. Both men stand up, their feet into the cage to help them balance as they start hitting each other, both men swaying back with each one.
Hunter: If either of them fall...
Hash: Then they'll be back next week. They always are, don't worry about it.
Covenant has blood coming from his forehead, covering his face, Bushido with some blood trickling from his back as the punches slow down. Both men seem to be getting tired until Covenant grabs Bushido's head and slams it into the cage, Bushido letting go of the cage and falling off until he grabs Covenant's pants, pulling him off the cage as both men fall down into a slump on the floor. Bushido is the first to get up after a few second, taking less of a fall than Covenant. He looks at his downed opponent and then grabs his legs. He looks back and forth through the crowd, who are cheering on with the knowledge of what's to come. He looks in front of him at the crowd, who gives him their approval, then looks behind him at the crowd, who agrees. He turns back around and Covenant nails him in the gut with a thrust from a chairshot. Bushido bends over and Covenant nails it quickly over his head, Bushido letting go and stepping back a few feet. Covenant stands up and pulls the chair over his head, holds it there for a few seconds before dropping it down to his side, then tossing it up on the cage. He grabs Bushido and pulls him back into the cage through the door. He leads Bushido up the ring steps first, then grabs Bushido and puts him on the top rope. He climbs through the ropes, quickly climbs up the corner and hooks Bushido up, picking him up and falling backwards for a superplex. He floats over, making a pinfall and Ref Longfellow slides in the ring, counting 1....kickout before the two. Covenant gets up on his knees and looks at the ref in bewilderment.
Hash: This much and Covenant can't even get a two count.
Covenant stays on his knees for a few second until grabbing Bushido's hair and slamming his fist into his forehead a few times. He stands up and walks around, picking up Bushido's feet. He looks puzzled for a second, then shakes his head out and locks Bushido into the Paralizer (sharpshooter). Bushido bounces off the mat in pain, pulling his fists up to his face to fight it off. He quickly starts pulling himself to the ropes, the ref sliding in to ask if he wants to give it up. He keeps shaking his head, eyes closed and mouth open in pain. He keeps pulling himself slowly to the ropes, laying down and reaching out to them, but he's still too far away. Covenant puts more pressure on his legs as Bushido continues his quest to the ropes. He lies back down and reaches his arms out, his fingers just grazing the bottom rope. He picks himself back up and pulls once more, falling back and hooking his hands around the ropes. Ref Longfellow asks if he wants to give it up, Bushido looking at him, pain and confusion on his face. The ref tells him something and Bushido shakes his head in disbelief.
Hunter: Grabbing the ropes doesn't work in this match.
Hash: Bushido might be in trouble then.
Covenant smiles, putting more pressure on as Bushido yells out. Bushido tries to pull himself out of the ring, but Covenant uses a free arm to pull the other way, stopping Bushido. The UJW Champ looks around, then reaches out to the barbwire baseball bat. He grabs it and quickly nails the HKWF Champ in the side of the leg with it. Covenant instantly puts more pressure on, Bushido hitting him again. One more time and Covenant releases the hold, pulling himself back and holding his leg, his pants with small rips in them. Bushido gets up on his knees, using the ropes to try to pick himself up, but to no use. He falls back to his knees as Covenant gets up. He walks over to Bushido, noticing the bat in his hand, then backs away a bit. Bushido still tries to pull himself up as Covenant looks around for a weapon of his own. Limping on his hurt leg slightly, Covenant picks the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He looks over at Bushido, who is starting to get up with help from the ropes. Covenant starts to climb up the ladder, looks at Bushido, and then decides not to. He quickly gets out of the ring, limping slightly, and walks over to the corner, tearing a trashcan off of it. He looks at Bushido, who's leaning against the ropes now to keep his balance, then gets back into the ring. Bushido still has the bat in his hand, looking at Covenant.
Hash: You ever think about what they're thinking about at times like this?
Hunter: Not really.
Hash: Yeah, me neither.
Covenant smiles, then tosses the trashcan down, He holds his arms out to his side, almost asking Bushido what's he going to do. Bushido looks at the baseball bat in his hand as Covenant wipes some blood from his eyes. Bushido looks at Covenant, then the bat drops from his hand. Bushido gives Covenant a glare, smiling back at him. Covenant loses his smile, looking at Bushido strangely before rushing in at him, grabbing his arm and whipping him into the ladder, but Bushido reverses it. Covenant is inches away from the ladder until Bushido pulls him back to him. Bushido ducks around, reaching up and locking on the Blackout (sleeper hold), Bushido falling back and locking the hold tightly around Covenant. Sebastian Covenant starts waving his hands around, hitting Bushido's arms as Bushido yells at Covenant, telling him to say "Give up" repeatedly while putting more pressure on, putting his legs around Covenant to prevent escape. Covenant puts his hands around Bushido's arm and tries to pull it away, trying to break the hold. Ref Longfellow slides in to check on Covenant's status, asking him if he wants to give up, but Covenant shakes the notion off, grabbing the ref's shirt and forcing him back. Covenant moves his hands from Bushido's arm and grabs his leg, notably his ankle and starts twisting it, Bushido showing signs of pain.
Hunter: His leg must still be hurting from his own finishing move.
Covenant hooks on as a decent an ankle hold he can from his position, which forces both men pain, but Bushido pulls on Covenant, pulling him up to his own neck, forcing Covenant to release the hold slightly. Covenant's face is turning red, his eyes shooting back and forth, stopping as he stares to his left. He lets go of Bushido's ankle and reaches out, grabbing a hold of the bottom of the ladder. He starts pulling it closer to him, moving his hand up the ladder, Bushido not seeing it because of Covenant's head being in the way. Bushido has the right side of his face on the mat as Covenant tips the ladder, moving his hand up a bit more and pulling hard, tipping the ladder over, it falling and the side smacking Bushido in the head. Bushido releases the hold quickly to shove the ladder off of him, giving Covenant enough time to get away. A line across Bushido's forehead is bleeding now as he stands up slowly, his leg still in pain from the Paralizer and Covenant is in the corner, coughing and holding his throat. Bushido limps over to Covenant, grabbing him and gives him a DDT. He crawls over and puts an arm over Covenant. The ref slides in the ring and counts the 1...2...
Hunter: Unbeliev....
Hash: WHAT CAN BUSHIDO BE THINKING AS COVENANT KICKS OUT!!
Hunter: ...nevermind.
Bushido slumps off of Covenant, and then picks himself up. He's leaning on the top rope, trying to catch his breath as someone jumps over the safety rails, then starts searching around outside the cage, both men in the ring unaware of him or her.
Hunter: Now what's going on??
Hash: That’s HKWF’s “Wrestling Franchise” Monarch.
Monarch finds the UJW and HKWF titles and sneers. Bushido starts getting up as Monarch makes his way into the cage, ducking down next to the ring, out of view just as Covenant turns around. He grabs Bushido's hair and picks him up the rest of the way. He turns and walks backwards, standing in front of the ladder as he hooks Bushido up for a suplex.
Hunter: What is Monarch going to do in this match?
Hash: Why are you asking me?!
Covenant hooks Bushido's pants and picks him up for a suplex, Bushido turning in the air and falls on his feet behind Covenant past the ladder. Covenant turns around as Bushido runs at him, hoping over the ladder and going for a clothesline, but Covenant ducks it. Bushido bounces off the ropes and Covenant picks Bushido up, turns and slams him down on the ladder hard with a spinebuster. The ladder bends with his weight and the force of impact. Covenant bounces up for a second, then falls down on top of Bushido. Ref Longfellow slides in the ring and counts the 1...2...3. The ref helps Covenant to his feet as Monarch slides in the ring, behind both the ref and Covenant with the belts still in his hands. He pulls his head back and yells "PUCKER UP!!" and Covenant turns around to have the belts slammed into his head, more blood flows even before he hits the mat.
Hunter: WHAT CAN COVENANT BE THINKING AS MONARCH NAILS HIM IN THE HEAD WITH THE UJW AND THE HKWF CHAMPIONSHP BELTS!!
Hash: We’ve seen Monarch earlier taking out GZW’s Heavyweight Champion “Smooth Operator” Billy Bond, and now Covenant.
Bushido, with the help of Ref Longfellow, gets out of the ring and falls to the outside. Monarch holds the HKWF belt in his hand, with Covenant's blood on it, walking around, hopping a bit, his face extremely excited as he kicks the ladder out of the way. He walks back over to Covenant and pulls the belt up over his head, swinging his arms down without the belt as the ref rips it out of his hands. He turns around and kicks Ref Longfellow in the stomach, setting up a pump handle, picking him up on his shoulder, twisting him off and planting him down to the mat with a TKO. The crowd is in a chorus of boos as Monarch picks the HKWF belt back up, as the cage is being lifted from the ring.
Hunter: What's he trying to prove by picking on Dick?
Monarch shoves Ref Longfellow with his foot, pushing him out of the ring. The cage is all the way up to the ceiling now as Monarch gets out, grabs a mic and slides back into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, just a few feet from Covenant.
Monarch: Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian. How are you doing today?
Covenant tries to pick himself up off the mat, but Monarch kicks him back down.
Monarch: Please, don't get up.
Boos come from the crowd as Monarch smiles.
Monarch: So, here we are, and here I am, once again, standing over a man with a Heavyweight belt in my hand. I must say, it feels bloody good...real bloody good to be back on the international scene. Some of you have questions, but none of you have fucking answers. Allow me to shed some light on a few of them. Last week, the bloody monkeys at GZW said "eh?" and the other bloody monkeys said, "I don’t care if he was a former HKWF World Champion, he’s going to stay employed by GZW and fight against the losers who don’t have titles." Well, there's always a fucking loophole, and I bloody well found it. I went to John Profit with my plan, and he liked it. He liked it so much that he allowed me to come back home to the HKWF fulltime. That is, after I took out the several piles of shit. There is only room for one REAL champion in the GroundZero Enterprise owned wrestling companies. I fucking already took out bloody William Bond earlier. Now Sebastian Covenant lays at my feet. GZW, my bloody contract is void and null. I am now and forever will be fucking HKWF. GZW, try all you want, but HKWF can, and will outsmart you. Next time, don't let there be a next time. Stay out of our way.
Covenant rolls over, starting to pick himself up again. He's on his hands and knees until Monarch slams the HKWF belt over his back, dropping him back down to the mat.
Hunter: He is proving nothing by doing this.
Monarch: Bushido, your days are numbered. You lay fucking claim to an integral piece of the championship puzzle and you bloody think you're going to get away with it? Fate has a nice way of bringing things around full circle, and when it comes back around, I was the bloody fucking beginning, and I will be the bloody fucking end to it.
He looks down at Covenant, almost out cold on the mat.
Monarch: Which brings me around...to you, Sebastian. You decided to declare war on me? What the bloody hell were you thinking? Look...
Monarch looks at the entrance, pointing up at the stage.
Monarch:...Look around Sebastian. Well, if your eyes weren't rolled into the back of your bloody head, that is. There is no one on your side, no one to back you up. (Holds the World belt just inches from Covenant's head) Where is Firstborn Industries? (Stands back up, walking around Covenant) You see Sebastian; good things don't come to good people. Good things can only be taken. Taken for yourself...or from someone else. The good things don't happen unless something bloody bad happens to you. (holds the belt up) I guess your bad thing already happened...So Sebastian, welcome to your good thing.
Monarch drops the title to the mat right next to Covenant's head, tossing the mic aside. He scoops Covenant up, holding him upside down to the side of his body. He drops down, slamming Covenant head first into the HKWF World title with an Imperial Impalement (Emerald Fusion), knocking Covenant out.
Hunter: WHAT THE HELL?...
Hash: Damn. Monarch staking his claim to being the only true champion out of UJW, GZW, and HKWF.
Monarch stands up, walks over, and picks the mic up. He walks back over to Covenant's unconscious body, leans over and starts to speak.
Monarch: Sebastian, next week at Massive, you and I are going to bloody dance in a steel cage. Not any steel will do though, and there aren't many cages that can hold me. Sebastian, you and I, House of HKWF, next week on Massive. (He looks up at cage just used.) Much like that one, but without the weapons. (looks back down to Covenant)I hope you accept. 2K2 will be the year of the Monarch. That right there, the bloody reason you're out cold, the bloody reason you're laying there, not moving, unaware of what's going on...that right there, is the fucking two thousand and two version of the Wrestling Franchise...the WF 2K2. Welcome to the bloody fucking future Sebastian, welcome...
Monarch stands up, dropping the mic. He steps through the ropes as EMT's come out to check on Covenant. He picks up a nearby chair and blasts the prone Bushido in the back several times. He walks up the ramp, leaving behind a major statement to the wrestling world.
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