No music plays as Total Destruction just walks to the ring. The fans not showing much enthusiasm. He waits in the center of the ring.
Craig Conners: And his opponent. An odd little man. His real name is Micky Kavon. He stand five eight and weighs 180 pounds. He is Drown!
"Shame" starts to play as Drown appears from behind the curtains. He has the U.S. title in hand. The fans boo as he walks to the ring. Looking at them and telling them to stop the booing. He slowly and warilay gets into the ring. The ref takes the belt from him and the bell sounds.
Marty Scott: And apparently Drown asked that this be a title match, obviously he was denied. Shawn Twilight is the real U.S. champ, Pacific champ, whatever. And the bell has rung and this match is underway. Drown not eager to get underway it seems.
Elisha Johnson: And Destruction charges at him, and Drown slides to the outside, catching his breath I guess.
Drown finally gets in and he locks up, he nails a thumb to the eye and starts to punch on Total Destruction, who finally scoops him up and puts him down with a body slam. He lifts him up, but Drown knees him low and nails a DDT. He starts to pat himself on the back after the move. Stopping to rake the back of Total Destruction as he gets up.
Marty Scott: Drown now puts a forearm into Total Destruction and whips him into the ropes, he tries for a clothesline, but to no avail, Destruction shook it off, and he shoves Drown to the mat!
Drown lands on his butt and Total Destruction hits him square in the face with a right hand. Knocking him back to the mat hard. He picka Drown up off the mat and tries for a suplex, but Drown with all his might holds himself down. Finally Drown retaliates with a trip up and he and Total Destruction fall to the mat.
Elisha Johnson: Both men on the mat now and Drown slaps on a Miser's Grasp?!
Marty Scott: Learning from Shawn Twilight I guess.
Elisha Johnson: Yes the man who made some threats towards me awhile back. Like it makes a difference to anyone.
Drown keeps the move on and finally lets go to put his thumb into the eye of Destruction. The ref counts and at four, Drown ceases. Total Destruction grabs his eye and slowly is helped to his feet by Drown. Drown sets him yp for a piledriver, but gets back body dropped.
Marty Scott: And Total Destruction is mad. He's stalking over Drown now and Drown backing up into the corner. Begging not to get attacked. And Total Destruction lifts him up and a big powerslam! My god I think Drown is dead!
Elisha Johnson: You may be right. Total Destruction is hesitating though. He lifts Drown up off the mat and whips him to the far buckles. He flies in, and Drown drops out of the way!
Marty Scott: Destruction hit hard and he falls out holding his chest. Drown rolls out of the ring and he looks to have had enough. Catching his breath I think he wants to walk out. Destruction out after him and he brings him back to the ring.
Elisha Johnson: And Drown quickly nails a kick to the shin and jumps up for a dropkick! And another! Total Destruction falls into the ropes and he's tied up!
As Total Destruction is tied up, Drown takes the opportunity to mock him, and tease him. He lays in a few slaps to the face and finishes up with a big right hand to the forehead. The ref tells Drown to back off as he unties Total Destruction.
Marty Scott: Totl Destruction is freed and he charges at Drown and clotheslines him to the mat! He's going for a some kind of move and Drown is holding those ropes for dear life! Now Destruction lets go and he's talking to him about something.
Elisha Johnson: A bit timid I'd say. Total Destruction shakes his head and slaps his hand around the throat of Drown, he lifts him up high for a chokeslam, but Drown grabbed the top rope on the way up, he can't get him up into the air and Drown falls back to his feet! And Destruction let's go in frustration.
Marty Scott: And a quick reverse cradle by Drown!
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Elisha Johnson: Drown won the match! My god he did it! God bless the strange fellow he won his match!
Craig Conners: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Drown!
The fans boo, some cheer at his surprise victory. Drown leaves with the U.S. title up the aisle and the scene fades to a commercial break as the camera pans the sold out arena.
Marty Scott: And we're back folks with a huge matchup, a highly anticipated matchup. Devatstaor and Vice ina semi-final round match. Let's go to Craig for the introductions.
Craig Conners: BEW fans here in detroit, and at home. The following contest is a semi-final round matchup in the BEW Hardcore Title Tournament! As always there are no rules, and no time limit. Intorducing first. He has defeated two other men to get to this matchup here tonight. His background is a mystery. He has silnced doubters in the past weeks, and now is solidifying himself as a star in the BEW. The master of the Destruction Driver, Devastator!
"The Immortals" by Encounter The Ultimate starts to last over the P.A. and the entire arena rises to their feet to cheer. Devastator pops through the curtains and smiles to the crowd as he quickly makes his way into the ring up the steps. Looking pumped.
Craig Conners: And his opponent. The man who calls himself the "Preacher of the Future". A solid member of the Masters of Armageddon. He has crushed many a man, , and has proven to have a heart of stone. Accompanied by Taylor Smith and Ravenne, he stands six feet five and weighs two hundred and fity six pounds, he is Vice!
"Killing In The Name Of" by Rage Against The Machine starts to blare over the arena speakers. The fans who were previously cheering, turn into a unison of boos. Vice appears first, behind him is Taylor Smith, to Smith's left is Ravenne, they make their procession ignoring the jeers of fans, Vice with a look of ice. He gets into the ring and slumps down in the corner. Smith standing over him. The bell rings as Vice and Dev stare each other down.
Marty Scott: What a matchup this is going to be! I've been waiting all week and now we found out who can walk the walk and talk the talk! Taylor Smith has exited the ring and Vice rises. Dev already waiting for him in center ring, and Vice goes for a knee to the gut.
Elisha Johnson: Dev stepped aside, and he nails Vice with a lariat! He lifts him up, and a quick DDT! Dev with a few stomps and he lifts Vice up once again, with an irish whip Vice goes into the ropes, he ducks under a clothesline, and comes off the opposite ropes with a flying knee flooring Dev!
Vice starts to choke Dev finally stopping to kick him in the ribs. He quickly gets him up and sinches him in for a powerbomb. He hits it and makes a quick cover.
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Elisha Johnson: Not enough in that powerbomb as Dev kicked out at two. Vice looking for a quick win as he throws Dev over the top rope, he follows out and he hits Dev in the face with a roundhouse kick! Now a thrust kick flooring him, and an ax kick down into the back! What a series of kicks and Vice has got a chair from Taylor Smith.
Vice takes the chair and places it around the ankle of Devastator. The fans starts to make noise as they see the move that's coming up. Vice gets to the apron and goes for the pillmanazation, but Dev rolls out of the way and Vice misses the stomp onto the chair. Dev takes the chair off his ankle and is met with a kick to the side of the head which he blocks. Dev spears Vice to the mats and starts to lay in with his fists. Finally ending by throwing Vice headfirst into the railing.
Marty Scott: Vice looks to be busted open on the top of the head, and Dev with that chair, Vice up, Van Damninator by Dev! A cover.
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Marty Scott: Vice still alive. Dev has him by the hair, swining neackbreaker attempt, reversed by Vice! Vice now calling to Taylor Smith for something.
Taylor Smith quickly clears the timekeepers table. Vice meanwhile slings Dev over his shoulder and drops him throatfirst on the railing. The two drag him to the table together. Where Vice puts him through with a piledriver.
Elisha Johnson: A cover by Vice.
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Marty Scott: Kickout by Devastator! And a close one at that! Vice thought it was over and he has few words for the ref. Now turning back to Dev he lays out a piece of table, and goes for a DDT, Dev has himself planted and he's not going anywhere, instead he comes back with a Taz-Plex onto that broken table!
On the way down onto the fragments of table, Vice's lowerback hit one of the table legs, he yells out in pain and Dev kicks him in the spot for good measure. Dev whips Vice into the far railing and flies in with a body splash, ending up the offensive with a fallaway slam as Vice fell off the railing.
Marty Scott: Dev with a fallaway slam and Vice is laid out! These fans cheering Dev on, he's become quite a force in Big East Wrestling and he has Vice up to his feet again, Vice a bit wobbly. Still bleeding from the top of the head.
Dev hit a facebuster and followed up with a big gutwrench powerbomb, but only got a two count after the cover. They took the fight into the ring, and Vice gained the upperhand with a sweep kick.
Elisha Johnson: Some memory.
Marty Scott: Thanks. Vice has been thrown a chair by Taylor Smith folks! He's wrapping it around Dev's ankle for the econd time in this match. Holding his back, he may of hurt it earlier. Vice to the second buckle, and off with the pillmanazation! Dev screams out and Vice takes the chair off the ankle and slaps on an STF!
Dev yells out in pain, his ankle possibly shattered, as Vice sinches in the STF. Vice holds the move on for what seems like an eternity and Dev continues to not give in. The scene fades to commercial as the following caption appears at the bottom of the screen. "Stay Tuned!"
Marty Scott: We're back folks, Dev held on as long as he could, he seems to be unconscious now. He held on and finally reached the ropes. Vice has taken a breather and now goesover to him, small package by Dev!
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Elisha Johnson: He came out of nowhere but only got the two count. I think that was the last of his energy and Vice has him up against the buckles, a chop, another, Dev blocks and a poke to the eye and Dev sends Vice to the mat with a running bulldog out of the corner!
Marty Scott: Dev hobbling around on that bad ankle, he has a surge of energy, Vice up and down into the mat with a piledriver.
Emerging from the crowd is Extreme Warrior, a caddle prod in hand he waits outside the ring opposite Taylor Smith and Ravenne.
Elisha Johnson: EW is here, not good for Dev who has nobody to watch his back. He has Vice up again after an armbar, he goes to whip him to the ropes, Vice reverses, and EW just hit Dev in the back with that caddle prod and burned a mark onto him!
Marty Scott: Dev holding his back and the rope, Vice comes in and a forearm smash to the back. Look at this here comes Maniac!
Maniac charges down the aisle, a newcomer by his side. The two go on the attack of EW who tries to stop them by swining the caddle prod. Maniac pounds into him with punches and the newcomer hits n atomic xrop onto the railing.
Elisha Johnson: That's Rouge from the IYFW! Former tag champ he's here to help Dev, as is Maniac! Oh no Taylor Smith is over. Obviously making sure Vice is protected. A big punch to the back of Rouge's head and now all four men are brawling!
In the ring Vice has Dev on the top turnbuckle, he comes off with a super DDT and locks on a figure four, furthering damage to Dev's ankle.
Marty Scott: Dev in serious pain as Vice has that figure four locked in. The ref asking if he quits and he's saying no.
Taylor Smith and Extreme Warrior nail a spike piledriver onto Rouge, and Maniac comes back to floor EW with a flying clothesline over the railing. Dev pulls himself and finally reaches the ropes. His head bouncing to the mat again after passing out to the pain.
Elisha Johnson: Dev in trouble, he could be badly injured, I think he's just done for this match. Vice has him up by the hair, he leans him up against the buckles, and a roundhouse kick to the throat! You know what comes next!
Marty Scott: Yes unfortuneatly for Devastator. Vice sits him on the top buckle, and a DVD all the way to the mat! Better known as Dissonance! The cover by Vice.
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Craig Conners: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the man who is now in the finals of the BEW Hardcore Title Tournament at Slugfest '99, Vice!
As the ref got to two on the count, Rouge had tried to break it up, only to have Taylor Smith pull him back to outside. Vice watches the brawl still going on and signals for the MoA to leave. They do as Rouge goes to check on the unconscious Dev with Maniac. The scene goes to commercial.
"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest starts to blast over the house speakers. Fans get to their feet, some cheer, some boo. BEW Owner and President Micheal Merrix appears from behind the curtains. A blue Armani on. The gold flashing, as always. He is clean shaven and has a mic in hand. Behind him is Mikey Firewater and Doug Torres. President Merrix stands and looks over the scene, some fans thrown objects at them. They ignore it and walk down aways, finally stopping halfway down the ramp. Thug Immortal and the Underlord appear from behind the curtains and they charge the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. They wait as President Merrix walks up the ring steps and into the ring. His two associates close behind.
-BEW President Micheal Merrix: Now isn't this great. I thought the Venerial Disease told me I can't charge the ring, or come out here because of his insurance policy. Which is basically a mentally handicapped, overgrown two year old. No Virus, I won't send him o the mental institute. One question. Why the hell would I waste my time doing that? Perhaps I'll bring him into my group next. You suppose genius?
Now sure sure, you did your thing earlier. Something I knew was coming, and have planned for. You struck a blow to the taskforce. Whoopee. Are we supposed to give in? Or just fall apart? It's an attack, and if I had guys that can't get right back up and ask for seconds, then I wouldn't have a task force now would I? So go, go and celebrate your false victory. Because we will strike back, and be sure to bring Baby Huey with you, you goddamn illiterate.
Suddenly from behind the curtains, a giant man, fat and over seven feet tall appears. Almost toothless, a few strands of hair growing on a slightly disfugured head. If you've evere seen the movie "The Goonies", think "Sloth". He has a leather trench coat on, blue jeans, steel toed boots, and a T-Shirt that reads, "I'm With The Paper Champion" underneath the coat. Some black sunglasses adorn his face, as does a rather unusual rainbow colered whirlibird cap. It doesn't match his all black wardrobe. On his hands are a black glove, and a steel armor glove. He waddles to the ring, one arm obviously crippled as it remains in the same upward position. His head is flinching towards his shoulder and most people are laughing. His "round" form stumbles onto the ring apron and he falls over the top rope and into the ring.
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Oh no it's the "new and improved" Punisher!We better get out of here! I mean afterall, look at that face! It's the face only a mother could love! Hell, nobody but a complete moron like Virus could love that face! Now I know why he wears that mask!
The figure raises his hands, as best he can, and four small sparks can be seen on the ringposts. The fans are cheering this.
BEW President Micheal Merrix: You better be careful, you don't want me to send you to the mental institute for absolutely no reason! You know I will for no reason, when I signed you for nothing else but ratings and money in my pocket! Oh no you don't!
The figure approaches President Merrix and takes the mic.
Punisher: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, duuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Words of wisdom from the one and only Punisher! I see you've been taught by the "legenadary" Virus, and now you have surpassed your mentor. But alas it's that time. You see, you're in my ring, at my event, and you're disrespecting me by thinking for one millisecond you're the least bit frightening, that only would prove you think everyone is as braindead as you. So Punisher, Mr. Insurance Policy, here you go.
Suddenly Mikey punches the Punisher in the mouth, following up with a left hand, Thug Immortal tackles him to the mat. Mikey goes to the second buckle and drops an elbow onto the fallen giant. Thug Immortal lifts him up off the mat and DDTs him. Mikey goes and sits on the buckles and smiles. Taking his hairband out, turning his ponytail into long hair covering his face. Thug releases a Boston Crab and stands back as the Underlord stalks over. He lifts his fellow giant up off the mat, and plants him into the canvas with a massive chokeslam. He puts a few boots to him before kicking him under the bottom rope and to the floor. Fans going crazy with cheers, and laughter as Mikey places the whirlibird cap on his own head and does his best waddling impression around the ring.
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Poor Baby Huey. He should've been more careful. But now, I'm willing to give him a chance to join me. Now he's seen what awaits him if he stays with Virus. A man with no pull. I run everything, and can do anything I like. So now I guess the "new and improved" Punisher is my "new and improved" Insurance Policy. Or perhaps I'll take Virus up on his offer and sends him back to the nuthouse where he belongs. I mean afterall, Virus has this big obsession about "corporate teams", and about several other things that go hand-in-hand with that overused two words. Sure Venerial Disease, we'll do what every other organazation does. But why? That's what makes Big East Wrestling one of the best in the world. This isn't one of those secnarios. No Virus. All I want is to punish you. And eventually just get the belt away from you. Then, well you can do what you like. Because I'm not worried. Why? Like I said, this place is one of the best in the world, and it doesn't need a paper champion...and I've got one more ace up my sleeve pal, because I'm the man that can crush you.
I'll tell you what I'm going to do. This Saturday. At Slugfest '99. I'll satisfy one Shawn Twilight, who's incessant whining is all that makes me decide this, not because he thinks he has any kind of influence. If he thinks he does, then he can leave my fed.
Shawn, I guess you didn't notice on that voice mail I think, the one where I sent my best wishes to your mother-in-law. I told you you had a title shot. Due to the BEW's temporary closure in early December, it had to be reschedule. To either this Tuesday. Or the Slugfest '99 edition of Blitz. But that wasn't good enough for you huh? No you needed to insult me day after day as only you can with that use of words. Not that I care. But here you go. Slugfest '99. You can give the title to Drown for this one shot. This Saturday, you and my hitman the Underlord go after Virus in a Heaven's Gate match. I told the stips to everyone before, it went ignored. I hope it doesn't now. Triple Threat, winner take all.
Don't worry Venerial Disease, I won't be there to tell the ref to ring the bell at a two count or anything else you'd pick up from watching to many other promotions. No you have a fair fight. And rest assured, you won't walk out the World champ. And deservedly so you goddamn fake. You can get chokeslammed, or Shawn Twilight can pin your ass....clean.
"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest starts to play and President Merrix drops the mic. Doug Torres and Mikey Firewater leave the ring first, and President Merrix follows down the steps. Thug and the Underlord go through the ropes and the fans cheer them on. The "new and improved" Punisher waddling up the aisle in pain. President Merrix goes to console him, and the large group dissappears behind the curtains. The scene goes to a commercial.
Marty:What a night we have had so far. This has been utterly awesome action. But we wont stop for anything. Lets head to the ring. Oh yeah, Doug Torres has joined us for the next couple of matches.
Doug Torres: Our next match is my personal favorite�Life taking on that freak Price. Lets go to Craig.
Craig Conners:Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing first for this contest.(�Picture me rollin� By 2pac hits the speakers.) He stands at a small five foot eleven inches. He weighs in at 163 pounds. He is known to us as the hardcore member of the MoA. He is LIFEEEEEEEE
Life makes his way down quietly. The crowd reacting with a loud eruption of boos.He simply shrugs it off. Noticibly Taylor Smith, Jimmy Blackwall, and Derek Steel have taken a stand at the top of the rampway. They stand aside as the music changes to ("Last dance with Mary Jane" by Tom Petty) and the crowd erupts.
Craig Conners:And his opponent. At 6�1�240 pounds�not much can be said�except�PRICEEEEEEEE.
Once again a huge eruption from the fans. Price steps through the curtain and stops to examine the large MoAers surounding him. He shrugs continuing with his cigarette. He marches to the ring and slides his pack under the corner. He rolls into the ring and flicks the but outside. An attendant stamps it down and kicks it under the ring.
Marty:You know this price guy is extremely strange. He cared so much about getting and making money�and well now�he�s just acting so damn strange. I don�t like it.
Doug:Who cares? The guy�s a fruit�Come on Life�lets take this.
Marty:Well Life lunges for Price�s legs and he slides out of the ring to avoid it.
Doug:Come on pussy�STOP STALLING!
Marty:Shut up Doug.
Doug:Hey watch it. Im not in the mood tonight.
Marty:Life slides under neith again and Price into the ring�life back under neith�Price out the other side. Geeze�
Doug:Look at this guy. Give me a break!�UH OH LIFE LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TAKES DOWN PRICE! AHAHA!
Marty:What a move. Daring to say the least. Price couldn�t stall any longer. Life tosses him into the ring.
Doug:Life quickly in after him. Life kicks Price in the stomach. Then quickly he grabs a handful of hair and slams his head into the mat. Lifting him up again he sends him off the ropes. With a HUGE backbody drop.
Marty:What a move for the small Life! He drops a leg ontop of Price and goes for the early cover
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Doug:Life sends Price to the corner chest first. He hits a drop kick to the back. Price goes down. He slides under the ropes�.what a wuss�.AHHHH LIFE OVER THE TOP AGAIN WITH A FLYING PLANCHA. WHAT A MOVE!
Marty:Price was taken down. Life relentless sends him crashing into the railing. He springboards off the railing and HITS A SPINNING DDT! Wow!
Doug:That is why he is a great addition to the MoA. WHAT A MOVE. Wait a minute�we have Jimmy Blackwall carrying�NUNCHUCKS DOWN TO THE RING! HA!
Marty:Come on! This aint fare! Blackwall wraps the chucks around the neck of Price! He is choking him out! The ref isn�t doing a thing�BLACKWALL WITH A HUGE KICK TO THE BACK RELEASING PRICE�HE STUMBLES�LIFE FROM AROUND THE RING WITH A CHAIR! **CRACK** AND DOWN GOES PRICE! AHHHH
Doug:DEAR GOD. He nearly broke the chair! He hit him so hard. Price out on his back.
Marty:Price sets the bent chair down on the head of Price now�climbing the apron..he runs�FLYING LEG DROP! Right across the face! Price is really taking these hits.
Doug:Life yanks him up�he whips him�NO REVERSE�AH he slammed him right into the stairs. Life flipped right over them landing on his back.
Marty:Price now reaching under the ring for something�UH OH�a table�he sets the table up�Life is still flat out�.Price lays him down on the table�and what is he doing??? HE IS GOING TO THE TOP!
Doug:UHOH! Price looks ready�LIFE ROLLS OFF THE TABLE�hey wait??? Price looks down here at us�AHHH **CRASH**
Marty:WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE HELL? PRICE JUST THREW HIMSELF KNEE�S FIRST OFF THE TOP THROUGH THE TABLE EVEN THOUGH LIFE HAD GOTTEN FOF LONG BEFORE?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!?
Doug:HAHAHA. What an idiot. Get him life! GET HIM! Life picks Price up from the wreckage and tosses him into the ring. Along with that another chair and a piece of that destroyed table.
Marty:Life follows him into the ring�Life kicks him in the back of the knee that he fell on�.UH Oh�
Marty:Price looks hurt�
Doug:Don�t be fooled�Life bends down�AND A KICK TO THE HEAD BY PRICE. Life stumbles back and trips over the chair�Price is up�he spins Life around�a knee to the groin! HE IS GOING TO HIT THE ENIGMA! GET OUT!
Marty:PRICE UP AND **SMACK** DOWN ON THE CHAIR!
Doug:He covers�No wait�BLACKWALL UP ON THE APRON�PRICE KNOCKS HIM OFF! COVER AGAIN!
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Marty:WHAT A MATCH!
Doug:Ugh. We�ll be right back.
Marty:What a night so far. We�re back and lets go to the ring as we have a World Title Match coming up.
Doug:Tonight Virus gets dethroned!
Craig Conners:Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing first�(Bob Seigers �Bad to the Bone� hit the speakers�) He is the big�the tough�he is the 6 foot 8, 285 monster. He is�TANK FURYYYYYYYYYYY
Tank made his way down to an assortment of boos. He climbed the steps and went into the ring. Hitting the ropes once he bounced a bit in preperation.He dropped a bull rope in the corner.
Craig Conners:And his opponent. He is the BEW World Champion. He is without a doubt a contender. He is�the huge�the menacing�the 7 foot giant. He weighs in at 328 pounds�he Is acompanied to the ring by Venus�he is VIRUSSSS.
