versus

"Shivantor" Shiv

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Jon Beavers

JP: Fans, this next match would be a Main Event in nearly any other company running today. The newest member of "Twisted Vizion" Shiv is taking on that dastardly Eddie "The Pitbull" Benoit.

Sully: Jeez JP, can't tell who you're in favor of here. Every time I here you announce the Pitbull, you get this look on your face like you're about to cry. Hate to see how you'd react if this were the main event.

JP: I can honestly say I wouldn't want to call it, Sully. Just like I don't want to now. But when the boss asks us to do something, well, you know how it goes.

Sully: No, not really.

JP: How does that man Eddie Benoit even remotely think he's in Shivs' caliber? Forget it, I honestly don't want to know.

Sully: Settle down man. You're losin it. I just see the big picture, because I've got my hand on the pulse of America. Again I say...

JP: Let's not go there! Once was enough.

Sully: Let me ask you something, and be honest.

JP: Sully, we're in the midst of a show here. Too much dead air and we're...

Sully: Right on schedule. Don't be short with me. And this is about the upcoming match! Promoting JP, setting the stage. It's a lost art form. For Pete's Sake don't I get a chance to HELP the company for a change, or is Tim Sullivan destined to remain the guy who gets off a quasi-witty comment in between breathers.

JP: So...you did get Commisioner Waynes' new memo.

Sully: Oh that's rich.

JP: Kidding Sully, easy does it. I'm just shocked you have something relevant or beneficial to the match at hand to say. Please continue.

Sully: ...don't hurt yourself JP, if you built me up any better I'd be able to run for office.

[JP taps his fingers on the table]

JP: A nation of mind readers aren't watching this Sully, if you could do your bit to help the company [coughs] we can move on.

Sully: That's it. I'm not doing it.

JP: Sully...

Sully: Nope.

JP: I'm sorry, You know, really, I'd like to hear it.

Sully: Forgot what I was going to say. [whistles]

JP: I'm going to count to three...

Sully: Okay...so...a few hours ago I'm sneaking through Eddie's personal bags in the locker room...

JP: EX-CUSE ME?!

Sully: C'mon man, this is my time... For the love of the good Queen Mum herself, let me have just a smidge of airtime. You're worse than a woman.

JP: You're admitting you went through Eddie Benoit's personal bags?

Sully: You know hearing that out loud, I can see the potential scenarios where this will end up hurting my career, but at the time...I really couldn't say no. Yes, I went through his bags...and...

JP: This is a lawsuit waiting to happen...

Sully: I found a copy of Michael Jacksons greatest hits.

JP: Yuh-ikes. I knew we had some weird ones back there. Walker just sorta threw away the entire screening process when he hired this guy didn't he?

Sully: Finally! How long have I been saying that? I'm just joking with you Pilkington, I didn't go through his bags. I don't have a death wish.

JP: Couldn't pick the lock, huh.

Sully: No. That was four installments of $19.95 wasted on Online classes. Curse that blasted technology!!

JP: At least we know you're doing your part to fight terrorism. Ahem.

[All lights go out and a strobe effect takes over the arena as the opening riffs to Enter Sandman by Metallica kick in. The words "Twisred Vizion" flash on the screen in rapid black and red alternating contrast, then are replaced by shots of Shiv in action. The crowd reacts with a roar as Shiv steps out onto the stage wearing his blue-green cutoffs with his "That's not cocky" shirt. He looks out into the crowd as some pyro erupts behind him. He raises his arms up, then begins to walk to the ring. He approaches and rolls underneath the bottom rope, climbs a nearby turnbuckle and stands still, arms to his side as he looks out into the crowd.]

JP: Listen to this crowd!

Sully: As a general rule I try not to...

JP: When was the last time we heard a match get THIS type of reaction?

Sully: I dunno, last week when the same canned noise filtered through the sound system. Geez John get a clue.

[The song fades out. A second passes before "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit kicks in. The mood in the arena changes drastically. Boos rain down in flash-flood like quantities, waiting for Eddie Benoit to show. And he does, slowly stepping out onto the stage in his cut-off camos' dirty, sweat stained wife-beater, and a pair of red suspenders.. He's carrying his wooden axe handle in one hand, and an oversized dog collar in the other. As Eddie gloats and brags his way down the aisle, pieces of trash fly at him, missing his head narrowly. He walks around the ring slapping his axe handle on the mat, and dangling the collar, making an anxious Shiv wait, before strategically stepping through the ropes.]

JP: Sully are you thinking the same thing that I'm thinking?

Sully: How it seems that Eddie still thinks he might get his Dog Collar Match?

JP: I was gonna say that! Blast you Sully!

Sully: Only one of us can be quasi-witty. Sorry.

[The two eye each other in the ring. The buzz in the air is crazy hot. Something big is about to happen. It does. The bell rings.]

JP: Benoit/Shiv collar and elbow tie-up! Both men fighting for position, Shiv snapping Benoit into a headlock!! Eddie slaps him on the back as the "Shivinator" grinds the hold harder! But there goes Benoit ...pushing the Twisted Vizion member forward and throwing him into the ropes, Shiv off the ropes, Benoit hits the mat, Shiv leaps over, off the ropes...Benoit FLYING KNEE DROPKICK THAT MISSES! Shiv held on to the ropes!

Sully: He's crafty, this one. Bet he did real well in arts and crafts time back in the First Grade. I'm calling for a DQ if anyone from the crowd tosses this Shiv guy a toothpick! Who knows what he can do with it?!

[Shiv up to his feet slowly, nodding in appreciation at Ryan. You can feel the loathing between these two men.]

JP: Collar and elbow tie-up again! Benoit with the win this time, but SHIV SCOOPS HIM UP, Belly-to-back suplex! BENOIT HOLDS ON TO THE HEADLOCK!

Sully: He was a 4-time all county wrestler in thatlittle northwest town of his. What that actually proves is still in question, as the only other sport Port Angeles schools offer is women's softball.

JP: Benoit now clamping down on the lock...trying to cut off the blood flow!

Sully: If he does it, we'll have a lawsuit and a contract with Court TV for two years! Go Benoit Go!

JP: Shiv up again...BELLY-TO-BACK AGAIN, and AGAIN BENOIT HOLDS ON!

[Fans cheer, they haven't sat down yet.]

JP: Shiv quickly back to his feet, BELLY-T0-BACK...Benoit holds! Shiv to his feet again! BELLY-TO-BACK...Benoit hangs on barely! Shiv to his feet one more time!! BELLY-TO-BACK!! And the Eddie Benoit flops over, clutching his back like he had just jumped off a hot tub, through parting matresses, and into the hard concrete below..!

Sully: That nix the blood flow trick rarely works, JP. Surprised Benoit tried to go with it for as long as he did.

[As Eddie uses the ropes to pull himself up, Shiv jumps to his feet and SPEARS Benoit who falls through the middle ropes!]

JP: OHMY! Eddie Benoit just took a tumble outside! He's to his feet and stalking the floor, Sully what action here to start!

[Benoit gets in the face of a fan who's taunting him yelling "Twinkie" and Benoit slaps the beer out of his hand.]

JP: The Pitbull turns around and SHIV FAKES JUMPING OVER THE APRON! Benoit hit the mat just in case, but this time Shiv does leap off...DOUBLE AXEHANDLE! BENOIT on his rear again!

[Shiv scoops up the Pitbull, and a spinebuster, with authority... ]

JP: A spinebuster, with authority!!! On the hard, cold, floor of the Arena! Shiv, the bigger man of the two, proving a point early in this match.

[Windham reaches for his left shoulder.]

Sully: You know what? I could really go for a beer right now, think if I signal the timekeeper, he'd throw me one?

JP: Sully!

[Shiv holds out Pitbulls' left arm, and drives an elbow through his shoulder.]

JP: OH! Shiv is just punishing the Pitbull! But Eddie comes back with a left jab, Shiv with a right, Benoit with a left, Shiv right, Benoit left, Shiv right, Benoit staggering.... Clothesline that takes that son-of-a bitch Pitbull down!

[Shiv rolls back into the ring to stop the lax count being made by Chad Pattison, as Benoit is slowly getting to his feet.]

JP: Benoit looks like stoned humane society employee!!! Always one of the hardest hitting guys in recent MWF history, that Shiv is known to physically wear down his opponents.

Sully: He's known for a lot more. Least of which a bad temper, and questionable tax returns.

[Benoit rolls back into the ring, and Shiv begins to maul him like a rotweiller would a little girl. He pounces, and hooks the leg, 1.....2......Thr... Nope, Benoit kicked out...but only by a half second if that.]

Sully: This isn't American Idol there Shiv, we don't judge to see if you win. It's three or nothing.

JP: Benoit was close to falling though, Sully! He's picked up, and Shiv whips him into the ropes, he ducks down... Backdrop attempt, Benoit slows and DROPS TO HIS KNEE, DELIVERING A THUMB TO THE THROAT!!!

[Shiv staggers, gasping for air, and Benoit steps behind...]

JP: LOCKED A SLEEPER HOLD! SLEEPER HOLD BY BENOIT! Referee checking to see if Shivs' arm goes down, 1.....2.....T-NO! No sir!

Sully: Oddly enough the sleeper hold hasn't put anyone under in about the last ten years. Just FYI. I like to think of myself as helpful if anything.

[Eddie leans forward for more leverage. Shiv grits his teeth, trying to focus his thoughts, and shakes off Chads' question to give.]

JP: Center of the ring, Benoit wants a submission right here! Pattison asks again, but Shiv as expected says NO!

Sully: That's the Sunday school version.

JP: Thank you for showing restraint.

Sully: Restraint like hell, after all the crap at the cemetery this week, if Shiv gives up to a sleeper hold, Benoit is libale to bury him there.

[Shiv inches to a finger-length of the ropes, then yanks, knocking Benoit off balance, as Benoit stumbles, Shiv twists around, reaches for Benoits' midsection, and delivers a belly to belly suplex.]

JP: WHAT A MOVE! Shiv, up and a quick kick to the back! Benoit is hurt, Sully.

[Shiv hooks Eddie in a submission maneuver.]

JP: OH MY!!! Submission hold by Shiv!!! Nobody could blame Benoit for folding the tent right here!

[Eddie hangs his head in pain and disgust, While Shiv settles in position.]

Sully: Please. We all know Ed Walker likes to blacklist those who say the words "I Quit." Especially one that has begun rallying the forces against Twisted Vizion. And sure we'd all rather see a man die in ring than quit. Let's be honest about that!

JP: Won't agree OR disagree Sully. What I will say though is Benoit is in it to his neck. Shivs' got good position...

[Eddie grimacing a great deal, reaches for the bottom rope which is ten feet away. Struggling he inches closer.]

Sully: He's not done! The Pitbull trying his damnedest to get to that bottom rope, break the hold and regroup!

[The arena smells defeat, the fans stomping their feet in unison, cheering on Shiv. ]

JP: Benoit's closer!! Inching closer... Shiv holding on the best he can! Damn you Benoit, tap out!!! He's still two feet away!! His back has to be tearing in two...but he's reaching...struggling to find a moment of peace!!

Sully: Best of luck to him, really. Working for this company he won't find anything but a bunch of ungrateful hypocrites.

[Camera shot closes in on Benoit. His hand inches away, shaking as it nears the bottom rope.]

JP: This is over Sully!! Benoits head is down, his back is gone! He's gotta break now! He's got to!!! ARRRGH STILL REACHING...REACHING.....NO!!!

[Pattison calls for the break, but Shiv YANKS Benoit out from the corner.]

Sully: HA! I love it when these fools get excited over nothing!

JP:Damn it!!

Sully: Don't play sides John!

JP: You do it all the time!

[Shiv breaks the hold and as he does, Benoit just lies there, exhausted, the fans are cheering, and Shiv looks completely pumped. He lifts Benoit up in the air, wraps an arm over the head, and twists, sending Eddie to the ground with a jackhammer that should be on any replay menu. And the scene cuts to the Instant Video Replay of Benoit as he is boosted in the air, and hit to the ground.]

JP: He's damned near wiped out Eddie Benoit, but really that was community service.

[Shiv lets Eddie roll out of the ring, arm behind his back, sucking wind, trying to get some air, Eddie walks over to the sounds of the croud booing him, to hunt for a chair. He finds one, but referee Chad Pattison fights him for it outside the ring, inside, Shiv is looking at them, Eddies companion Phill hits the entrance way, but as he gets out there, about 5 referees and Rick Martel surround him, leaving the way, Shiv has seen the commotion, and walked to that side of the ring. Eddie takes advantage drops the chair, slides into the ring, and begins to lay the boots to Shiv, only Eddie wrestles barefoot, unless you count the tape... Whatever.]

Sully: That's it Eddie! YES!

[Benoit manages a weak pump handle slam, sending both men down in a heap! It's all about endurance now. Shiv, the less beat of the two, rolls out to safety, and Benoit is still out, counting arena lights. As Shiv starts gathers his bearings, a drunk fan, about two-eighty, clears the railing and jumps on Shiv's back, the referee is checking on Benoit, making sure he's still alive, and misses it.]

Sully: Oh great... here comes another "this is why you stop serving after the second match" speech.

JP: Guys we've got a security issue here...never like to see this...Shiv though...fighting to handle it...clubbing the.. WAITAMINUTE!!! That's not just a drunk fan, that's Kobra!!!! And Shiv has realized who it is, he pummels Kobra with right hands.... He's free, grabs him, POWERBOMB ON THE CONCRETE TO KOBRA!

Sully: Stupidity rarely pays, John, stupidity rarely pays.

[ Kobra has done nothing but buy The Pitbull some time. Kobra, claiming to be the arch-nemesis of Shiv, is folded in two against the railing, as the people in the front row laugh their heads off. Shiv looks ready to snap, he's furious, a large chant of "Holy Shit" has begun, Shiv's not done yet though, as he grabs a corner step, and raises it high into the air, ready to end Kobras career in the MWF before it ever really gets started, but Eddie Benoit uses this moment to show us a suicide dive from inside the ring. Train wreck... No, scratch that, Train wreck in China. There's bodies everywhere. Pattison looks completely baffled, but starts the count.]

Sully: Time Of Death: 10:36.

JP: Benoit's split open! A small cut has opened over his forehead.

[Shiv grabs his back and screams out in pain, and looks to the ring. Kobras distraction leads to internet buzz galore, was it to screw Shiv over? Does Kobra have a partner in Eddie Benoit? We'll have to see during his first promo, which has not been aired yet. Benoit looks to be near unconscious, as Shiv makes his way to the ringside, and begins pulling himself into the ring.]

JP: Go Shiv Go!! He's made it out of that alive, and struggled to remove himself from the carnage below.

Sully: Can you blame him? If Benoit is dead, he'd just have to stick around for questioning.

[Close-up of Benoit, blood pouring down his face, he stirs. The roof is being blown off. Everybody senses it. Benoit is beat. He begins crawling to the ring, and Shiv looks stunned! Shiv hops back out, rolls Benoit into the ring and follows Close-up of Windham, right eye shut because of the blood trickling down his face.]

JP: Shiv a hurried IMPLANT DDT! He might not have gotten all of that one, but the Benoit's had enough I can promise you that!

[Crowd gasps. Showing their pleasure by cheering and climbing over one another to see the carnage.Shiv goes to place Benoit to the ropes, slowly, the match has left him exhausted. Benoits body is prone on the top turnbuckle, and Shiv looks to be setting him up for his finisher. as he runs to the corner Benoit reacts by pullimg the Dog Collar out of his back pocket, blasting Shiv, who stands upright, stunned, the referee calls for the bell, and Benoit spins Shiv around in a tornado DDT...]

Sully: That was the most insane thing I've ever seen. And I work with some pretty dumb people.

JP: Look at the look on Benoit's face. He's lost his mind, Sully. This isn't a game. Eddie Benoit is nuts!

[Eddie gets to his feet, and spits on Shiv, Close-up shot of the winner, hair stained blood red, his face bruised and sweating blood, some his and some of it Benoits'. Eddie leaves the ring, and heads to the back, leaving Shiv, the winner, lying in the center of the ring, the camera follows benoit to the back,. where he walks down a hallway propped up against a white wall... And as he walks by he leaves a blood trail behind him, smeared on the wall. We see Gutter Rat watching, as Benoit just took as much as he gave, and what Gutter Rat says "to himself" pretty much sums it up.]

Gutter Rat: Not bad, kid... Not bad...

Peter Santos: And your winner, Shiv!

[Fade to commercial .]