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"The Recluse" Tony Aielli w/Aurora

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"The" Jamie Slade

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Joe Foale

Non - Title Fatal Four Way Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Johnifon Richardson

JP: Well we are about to start the non title fatal four way here Sully.

Sully: We are indeed, JP. The newly crowned Television Champion will take on young Joe Foale, Jamie Slade and Tony Aielli.

JP: Predictions for this Sully?

Sully: Well seeing as Harley is on a high now, being the TV champion and all, Ill back Harley.

JP: I think that Jamie Slade will snatch the victory

Sully: Are you serious? He as no chance of beating our Television Champion.

JP: We'll see Sully, but I believe that he as a very good chance.

Sully: Yeah, keep taking those optimist pills JP.

Peter Santos: The following contest is a non title fatal four way match and is scheduled for one fall Introducing first

[Sully shakes his head as intensity is building in the arena as Freak on a Leash by Korn, hits the P.A system as fans stand to their feet for the arrival of Joe Foale. Foale heads down to the ring with a confident and happy look on his face, the fans extend their hands to just to get a touch of the young wrestle, he obliges high fiving some of them down the ramp. He reaches the ring as he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring. He climbs to the top turnbuckle as fans take pictures and cheer him.]

JP: Foale looks in good shape!

Peter Santos: Weighing in at 201 lbs from, Miami Florida, Joe Foale!

[Foale steps down from the turnbuckle and removes his ìIm Joe Foale, Youíre notî T-shirt.]

Sully: Foale wouldnít know good shape if he was attacked by a lettuce on a running machine.

[Foale paces around the ring occasionally bouncing off the ropes as his music stops for a second pause when, Art is hard by Cursive blasts deafeningly throughout the arena as Tony Aielli makes his way from the back, the crowd boo at the first site of Tony, who just spits in the direction of the crowd, he walks down to the ring, as he reaches the ring that is currently occupied by Foale. Joe Foale is still pacing around the ring.]

Peter Santos: And introducing secondly, weighing in at 245lbs from The Bronx, New York! The Recluse, Tony Aielli!

[Tony Aielli rolls into the ring as he approaches an unsuspecting Joe Foale with a right hand around the chops!]

Sully: Here we go!

[Both Tony and Foale exchange right hands in the middle of the ring, as Just like you By D12 hits the P.A system as "The" Jamie Slade walks quickly down to the ring.]

Peter Santos: Introducing thirdly, weighing in at 210lbs, from Hollywood! "The" Jamie Slade!

Sully: Whats with the, "The"?

JP: You know what Sully. I was thinking in the exact same thing.

[Jamie Slade rolls into the ring as still Foale and Tony exchange right hands; Slade attacks Aielli from behind knocking to the floor as both him and Foale work on the ribs of Aielli, Aielli tries his best to defend himself but to no avail, as Foale tosses Aielli out of the ring. Aielli falls in front of JP and Sully. Harley approaches the ring and stands about 3 feet away from the ring, he smiles sadistically as he looks at the title and smiles as Suddenly Aielli takes out Foale from behind, and then Jamie Slade with a clothesline. Harley still stands on the outside of the ring, as Aielli goes to work on Joe Foale. Aielli Irish whips the young Foale into the corner of the ring, as Foale bounces off, running out with a right hand, knocking Aielli to the floor. Foale rolls out of the ring, and runs at Harley whose steps out of the way throwing Foale into the ring post.]

JP: Finally Harley gets involved.

Sully: Shut up!

[Harley picks up Foale from the floor and rolls him into the ring; he follows closely behind as he kicks Foal rolling him into the middle of the ring, Harley picks up Foale hitting a suplex, as Slade is in the corner of the ring choking Aielli with his foot. The referee counts to break the choke as Harley takes out Slade from behind knocking him to the floor. He kicks him in the ribs a few times before helping him out of the ring.]

Sully: Harley is so going to win this!

[Harley looks around the ring as Joe Foale is now on his feet, Foale charges at Harley as Harley drop toe holds Foale into the ropes. Foale bounces back off the ropes as Harley drop kicks him and Foale falls through the bottom rope.]

JP: Harley is looking good

Sully: I told you so.

[Harley is looking down at Joe Foale who is holding his leg in agony. The crowd roar as Aielli is stood behind Harley, Harley turns around into Aielli, as both men stand eye to eye in the middle of the ring, Jamie Slade come nowhere taking out Harley from behind, Aielli kicks Jamie Slade in the mid-section and hits a DDT. He throws Slade out of the ring along with Joe Foale, as he focuses on the Television Champion. He picks up Harley who is a bit dazed and is looking for a powerbomb. He hoists Harley into the air as he smashes him down on the canvas; he covers the MwF television Champion as the referee counts, 1Ö2. Foale comes from nowhere to break up the count.]

Sully: Well done Foale!

JP: You Judas! You were backing Harley a minute ago!

Sully: Yeah! Harley was being covered!

[Foale throws Aielli into the corner of the ring as he charges at him hitting a clothesline as he bounces off the ropes hitting a bulldog. Harley is getting to his feet as he hits Foale with a super kick, Foale bounces off the ropes as he is dragged out of the ring by Slade. Slade throws Foale into the ringpost as Harley baseball slides kicking Slade in the face.]

Sully: Go Harley!

[Harley stays in the ring leaving Foale and Slade on the outside. Harley rolls over to Aielli and covers him, 1....2 Kick out by Aielli!]

JP: Harley needs to cover him better than that!

Sully: Shut up JP! Do you not like him or something?

JP: No.

[Harley rolls out of the opposite side of the ring to where Foale and Slade are on the floor as he picks up his Television Title and hides it as he walks by the referee. Foale is getting to his feet as Harley stalks him closely. Harley swings towards a ducking Foale, who avoids the title, Foale knocks the title out of his hands which lands near Slade, who takes it in his hands as both Harley and Foale try to gain advantage with right hands, Foale takes advantage as he smashes Harleyís head into the announce table. Slade stands to his feet hitting Foale over the back of the head with the title, Foale falls as Harley stands as Slade smashes Harley over the face with the title.]

Sully: Slade, you cheat!

JP: Harley went to use the title first.

Sully: But he didnít use it!

JP: The intention was there!

Sully: Oh.... my.... god just shut your face JP! You're boring me!

[Slade drops the title and lets out and almighty roar as he rolls back into the ring, Aielli is getting to his feet as Slade charges at him knocking him down with his shoulder, Slade grabs Aielli by the hair and tosses him by the hair to the outside onto Foale and Harley. Foale pushes Aielli off the top of him and stumbles to his feet, he rolls into the ring as Slade is read to fight, Foale walks slowly towards Slade who lunges at his with a right hand which is avoided by Foale. Foale knees him in the stomach, as Slade falls to one knee, as Foale kicks him in the face, Slade falls on his back as Foale leaps to the top turnbuckle, he looks at Harley and Aielli who lie on the outside and Slade in the middle of the ring, He flies through the air hitting a frog splash on Jamie Slade. He covers him as the referee counts, 1....2.. Harley breaks up the count just in the nick of time.]

Sully: And that's why Harley is our Television Champion.

[Harley throws Foale out of the ring as Slade lies out on the floor; Harley goes for the cover... 1.... Kick out by Slade.]

JP: Ha! A one count!

[Harley stands to his feet as Aielli is rolling into the ring. Aielli hasnít been seen by Harley who picks Slade up, he hoists him into the air, and Aielli comes from behind knocking Harley to the floor and knocking Slade to the outside.]

JP: Its curtains for Harley Here. I can feel it.

Sully: No way.

[Aielli grabs Harley from behind as he hits a German suplex pin. The referee counts as Foale comes from nowhere on the top turnbuckle hitting a moon Sault to break the count. He holds his stomach in pain for a second before getting to his feet, Slade rolls into the ring as him and Foale exchange right hands. Harley and Aielli get to their feet as they both exchange right and left hands.]

JP: It could go either way now!

Sully: It will go Harley's way!

[Harley gains the advantage on Aielli as Slade does with Foale. Harley low blows Aielli as he hits a tornado DDT, Harley stands to his feet and takes Slade and Foale out with a double clothesline, both men bounce straight back up and begin to double team Harley with lefts and right, Slade grabs Harley in a suplex position as does Foale as both hit a suplex to the outside on Harley. Harley falls on his back as both men roll out of the ring.]

Sully: Stop being our champion, he doesn't deserve that!

[JP shakes his head as the action continues out in front of them. Both Slade and Foale work on Harley, kicking him in the kidneys and head. Both clear the carnage from the announce table as Foale and Slade hoist him into the air. As the arena goes to total blackness.]

JP: What the f-?

Sully: Im blind, Im blind!

JP: Who turned out the lights?

[The lights come back on after about 10 seconds as the revolutionists Iniquity and Tyson Corvis stands behind Foale and Slade who are totally un-expecting.]

Sully: Save Harley!

JP: What business do they have out here?!

Sully: I have no idea, but they are saving our Television Champion.

[Iniquity takes out Foale as Tyson takes out Jamie Slade. Harley falls to the floor as Iniquity hits a spike pile driver to Joe Foale. Tyson hoists Slade into the air hitting a powerbomb on the outside, both Iniquity and Tyson lift Harley into the air as they send him crashing through the announce table, they both stand straight faced looking over the body of the MwF Television Champion as they both smile. They turn as Aielli approaches the with the Television Title, he swings for Iniquity who ducks, Tyson is grazed by the title as he stumbles back as Iniquity knocks down Aielli with a powerful clothesline.]

Sully: Iniquity and Tyson have decimated Harley!

JP: They havent just decimated Harley; they have given everyone a beating!

Sully: Is this just a sign of things to come from the Revolutionists?

JP: Maybe they are up in a bit for their tag team title match.

[Iniquity helps Tyson along as Iniquity sees the Television Title on the floor, he picks it up and shouts, "We are the best, all the title will be ours!"]

JP: I think Iniquity might be loosing it.

Sully: Look at Sean; he's just motionless in front of us.

[Iniquity and Tyson head up the ramp with huge grins on their faces. Aielli is the only one managing movement at this point in time, as he stumbles across the Slade. He picks up Slade and rolls him into the ring, he follows him into the ring, and looks to lock on the Never ender, he grabs Slades arm as he tries to lock his arms around his face. Slade resists as he hits desperation inverted DDT. Aielliís heads bounces off the canvas as Slade manages to put an arm across him, the referee counts 1....2.... Just a kick out by Aielli. Slade uses the ropes to stumble to his feet.]

JP: Is Foale moving yet?

Sully: Who cares?!

JP: Me! He fell ineptly on his neck!

Sully: Ah, well.

[Speak of the devil, Foale begins to show signs of live as he stands to his feet on the outside, back in the ring Slade stalks Aielli who is getting to his feet, Aielli turns only to be kicked in the midsection, as Slade hoists Aielli into the air, as he runs with him in a powerbomb position, power bombing Aielli to the outside landing him on the steel ramp. Aielliís head is busted open and pours with blood as his head as embedded into the steel ramp, denting it.]

Sully: That must of hurt a lot!

[Sully laughs]

JP: That's sick Sully!

Sully: What?!

[Back in the ring Slade laughs as he is attacked from behind by Foale. Slade bounces off the rope turning around swinging for Foale, he misses as Foale hoists him up in the air for the Foaleplex. He hits his finishing manoeuvre as he covers Slade confidentially.... 1....2.... Kick out by Slade!]

JP: Oh My God, he kicked out of Foale's finisher.

[Foale is shocked as he stands to his feet as Slade remains on the floor. Foale goes up to the top turnbuckle as he looks around at the ground as he aims the middle finger in Slades direction. He jumps through the air as he aims for the Foale Sault moon Sault.]

Sully: This is over!

[Slade moves out of the way as Foale crashes to the canvas!]

JP: Its not over yet

[Slade stands to his feet as Foale tries his best to stand, as Slade stalks Foale. Foale turns into Slade as Slade hoists Foale onto his shoulder, Slade holds his breath as he sends Foale crashing to the mat hitting the ONE NIGHT STAND!]

Sully: Now, its over!

[Jamie Slade covers Joe Foale, as the referee counts, 1....2....3!]

JP: Jamie Slade as done it!

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, "The" Jamie Slade!

[Jamie Slade's hand is raised by the referee as there Is just total carnage in and outside of the ring, Jamie rolls out of the ring with his music blaring over the P.A system as medics attend to our defeated Television Champion, Sean Harley and Tony Aielli. Joe Foale lies motionless in the ring, as the referee check on Foale.]

Sully: Total Carnage. Lets hop Harley is ok!

JP: Letís hope they are all ok.

Sully: I think we need to go to a commercial; can this math be topped on this "Vacation Night"?

JP: We need the ring cleared of all the motionless bodies!

Sully: Be back in a minute folks.

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