"Shivinator" Shiv W/ Thunder Bull, Gutter Rat & Apache
Versus
"The Demon Knight" Fear W/ Darla
Hardcore Match
Referee: Brian Ford
Writer: Paddy Stoate
JP: Here we go, this is
the second match of the night, and what a match it looks to be! Shiv, a former
MwF Extreme Champion, who currently has his sights set on Troy Knight, versus a
rising star in the MwF, Fear!
Sully: Fear was in that Invitational last week, and I think he�s gonna beat Shiv
without a problem tonight.
JP: I have to disagree Sully, Shiv is the former Extreme Champion, and a member
of the Elite!
Sully: So? All that means is that he has four idiot friends who can interfere in
this match in his favour!
JP: What are you saying? The Elite is a fine group of athletes!
Sully: Fine? Alright, gay�
JP: And besides, this is a Hardcore Match, where anything goes, so even if
anybody does interfere, it doesn�t matter!
Sully: Oh, how convenient for The Elite!
[Peter Santos stands in the ring, and gets ready to introduce the combatants, as
Disturbed�s �Down With The Sickness� hits, and the fans begin to boo as Fear
emerges with Darla by his side.]
Peter Santos: The following match up is scheduled for one fall and is a
Hardcore Match! Introducing first, from England, weighing in at two hundred and
fifty pounds, �the Demon Knight��Fear!
[Fear makes his way to the ring, sliding in quickly and ascending the nearest
turnbuckle. He is just about to dismount the �buckle, when his music is
interrupted by �Enter Sandman� by Metallica, and the fans go wild for Shiv. The
former Extreme Champion steps out onto the entranceway to a mixture of boos and
cheers.]
Peter Santos: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, also weighing two
hundred and fifty pounds, he is a member of The Elite�Shiv!
[Shiv and Fear lock eyes, for although there is no real mega-rivalry between the
two of them, they are about to participate in a Hardcore Match, in which the
object is simply to batter your opponent senseless. Neither of these men have a
problem with doing that to each other, it would seem. They stare each other
down, and Shiv�s gaze never leaves Fear for a second as he makes his way down
the ramp and climbs into the ring. They stand in the middle of the ring, face to
face, and the bell rings. Shiv is four inches taller than Fear, and so is able
to look right down on the smaller man�right before he slaps him!]
Sully: Did you see that?
JP: An insulting slap by Shiv!
Sully: That�s not good for a man�s pride, JP!
JP: I�ll bet!
[Fear reacts quickly, running at Shiv and taking him down with a short Spear,
and begin to rain punches down on his face. Shiv, the larger man, quickly push
Fear off him, and stands up, checking to make sure his nose is not bleeding. It
isn�t. However, Fear runs at him again, this time taking him down with a
Clothesline. Shiv bounces off his shoulders into a sitting position, and holds
his head.]
JP: Fear�s starting off in control here, he can�t be happy after that slap to
the face!
Sully: I think Fear�s gonna do it, you don�t start off this dominantly and go on
to lose!
[Fear grabs Shiv by the hair and drags him to his feet, pulling him over to the
nearest turnbuckle. He leans him against it and climbs the second rope,
beginning to punch him in the face. The fans, for a lack of somebody to cheer,
begin to count along with him. 1�2�3�4�5�6�However, as he lands the sixth,
Shiv�s arms shoot up, and he grabs Fear and jumps forwards, landing from nothing
a huge Sit out Powerbomb!]
JP: A nice Sit out Powerbomb by Shiv!
Sully: That had to hurt!
[Shiv stays in the same position for the count, 1..2..Fear gets the shoulder up
soon after the two. Shiv now stands up, cricking his neck as he goes, and picks
up Fear. He throws the smaller man into the turnbuckle, and lowering his head,
thrusting his shoulder into Fear�s midsection. He repeats this a few times,
before grabbing Fear�s hand and whipping him into the opposite corner, then
following up with a running Turnbuckle Clothesline.]
JP: Nice moves from Shiv, really using his
surroundings. Remember that this is a Hardcore Match, and the two combatants can
use weapons!
Sully: The question is, when will they realise that?
[Shiv seems to realise this now, as he looks down at Fear in disgust before
slipping out of the ring. He searches around under the apron, and does not waste
time choosing a steel chair. He slides it into the ring, and gets in after it.
He picks it up, and is about to bring it down on the back of Fear, when the
downed man shoots to his knees and lands a Low Blow which practically knocks
Shiv into the air! Shiv cries out and drops the chair, both hands going to his
family jewels.]
JP: OH! A damn Low Blow to Shiv!
[Fear hops to his feet, picking up the chair and not hesitating to smack it down
over Shiv�s head. Shiv goes down like he�s been shot, and Fear raises the chair,
yelling at the top of his voice: �HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?�]
JP: Holy Moley! What a chair shot! Shiv�s
gotta be out cold!
[Fear covers Shiv, and referee Brian Ford makes the count, 1�2�Shiv just gets
the shoulder up! Fear rolls backwards and clutches at his face, looking furious.
He then gets up and grabs Shiv by the hair, whipping him into the corner, where
he stays. Fear now leaves the ring and pulls up the apron, searching around
underneath the ring. He doesn�t take long, and soon comes out with a table! He
pushes this into the ring, where it slides into Shiv�s foot, and then pulls out
a ladder too!]
Sully: A ladder!
JP: And a table!
Sully: I don�t like the look of this!
[Fear slides into the ring and leans the ladder against a turnbuckle, then sets
up the table next to it. After this he puts the ladder on top of the table,
making a kind of Super-Table! He now advances on Shiv, and delivers a few choice
blows to the head, sending him reeling back into his corner. Grabbing him by the
hair, he drags Shiv over and rolls him onto the table. However, as he is laying
him down, Shiv reverses with some punches of his own, forcing Fear back and
getting off the table. He now begins to land bigger, better punches, each hit
knocking Fear away. Shiv follows, and finally lands a huge uppercut that knocks
Fear right out of the ring!]
JP: A great uppercut, I thought Fear had it won then!
Sully: Me too!
[Fear tries to catch his breath on the outside as Shiv does the same on the
inside of the ring. Shiv, after a few seconds, steels himself and rolls out of
the ring, stalking Fear and running with a kick to the ribs, knocking him
against the steps. Fear cries out in pain, clutching his midsection, and Shiv
wastes little time. He begins to stomp on his ribs, and Fear�s chest turns a
bright red. Finally, Shiv stops, only to pick up Fear and run him into the
steels steps, making sure his chest catches the corner, knocking his breath
away. This completely winds Fear, and Shiv takes the opportunity to roll him
into the ring. Shiv now makes the cover (even though he could�ve done it in the
ring), but only achieves a two count. He stands up, wiping sweat off his brow,
and looks around. With a grin, Shiv picks up Fear and drags him to the nearest
corner, sitting him on the top rope. He then backs off, and raises his arms to
the cheers of the crowd.]
JP: It looks like this is it!
Sully: Uh-oh!
[Shiv runs, and looks for the Shivinator! However, Darla has jumped up onto the
apron, and distracts him as he jumps! This causes Shiv to land with one leg on
either side of the ropes, and his lower regions experience some serious pain.]
JP: Ouch!
[Shiv cries out in pain, while Fear makes his move. Now that Shiv is on the
ropes, Fear gets of the turnbuckle and grabs Shiv by the head. He outstretches
his arm, and yells, before spinning and landing the Twist Of Fate off the top
rope!]
JP: Primal Urges! It�s all over!
[Fear covers, and the referee makes the count, 1�2�Shiv gets the shoulder up!
The fans go wild!]
JP: SHIV GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Sully: Holy crap!
[The fans have started chanting �Holy Shit! Holy Shit!� This sums it up quite
well. Fear looks furious, and immediately goes for the chair. He picks it up,
and, staggering a bit, stalks Shiv, who is slowly getting up.]
Sully: It�s over for Shiv.
JP: It would seem so!
[Shiv is now on his knees, and slowly stands. He turns around, and is just in
time to see a chair coming at his face at a very high speed. He ducks, and runs
at the ropes. However, as he comes off the ropes, Fear drops the chair and lands
a Spine buster onto it!]
JP: Spine buster onto a chair!
Sully: That�s gotta hurt!
[Fear manages to stay up, and quickly heads for the turnbuckle, the one nearest
the table. He is about to climb up, when he notices this table. Turning round,
he grins, and rushes at Shiv, picking him up by the hair and rolling him again
onto the table. He is now lying on top of a ladder, which is lying on top of a
table. The crowd cheer as Fear climbs the turnbuckle, and signals that he is
about to jump!]
JP: Oh dear God! This is not gonna be good!
[Fear is going to jump in about half a second, when suddenly Shiv rolls off the
table and hits the ropes, causing Fear to slip, and lands on his genitalia on
the top rope! The fans cheer as Shiv backs off, and, with a shout, runs at Fear
and jumps, grabbing his head and jumping backwards, landing the Shivinator onto
the ladder and through the table!]
Sully: WHOA!
JP: That�s it folks! That�s all she wrote!
[Shiv barely manages to cover. 1�2�3! Shiv wins! Referee Brian Ford raises
Shiv�s hand from the ground, but Shiv doesn�t move.]
Peter Santos: Here is your winner, Team Elite member, Shiv!
Sully: Yes! I knew he could do it
JP: Sully... You suck.
Sully: Shut up JP. What do you know?
JP: What a match! Well folks, I�m afraid we�ve got to go to a commercial now,
but we�ll see you after the break!
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