[Off of Highway 50 all the pain, all the anguish and all the scars seem to disappear. The sun scorched Nevada sky, even in the dead of winter can remind you just how peaceful home can really be, even if your home is a worn down general store sitting in just about the middle of nowhere. The general store looks about as neglected as ever, as the harsh winter winds has left most of the paint stripped off the wooden shell, and what does remain is ready to fall off on its own. Here is where we find NEXT's only champion, holder of the North Eastern Jisatsu Championship belt, Tobias Chapel Smith sitting out in front of his store waiting for the next customer to come on by -- it will probably be his first one for the new year. Tobias wears a dark green jacket over his black "Summer of Smith" t-shirt, and has a black Stetson hat tipped over the front of his face. He seems a bit weathered out here, his face is showing a couple of days worth of stubble and hanging out of his mouth is half done cigar. From under the hat he speaks with his thick accent.] TCS: Winner gets the gold? Winner gets the... title? [Tobias pulls the cigar out of his mouth and lets out a long stream of smoke.] TCS: I tell ya what, ya can have the gold an' ya can have the title 'cause all yer ever gonna be is second best to me. My gold is the only one 'dat matters, my title is the only 'dat counts! I could jus' as well walk away from the rumble, they could call my name an' wait fer me to show an' I could jus' be here wit my title... Yeah... I could do jus' 'dat. I could jus' say '[bleep] it' an' walk down to the ring an' step over the top ropes before anyone even lays a finger on me, I could do 'dat jus' as well. [Tobias tips back his hat as he leans back in the chair again, he takes another long drag off of the cigar and breathes it out slowly.] TCS: But then, then they might start talkin' 'bout how ole' Tobias isn't the true champion, an' maybe people might actually believe 'dat bullshee-ot, an' sooner or later every Joe on the block is gonna be talkin' how ole' Tobias turned tail an' ran. All the time I have spent spillin' blood to hold my title would start to lose value. An' I jus' _can't_ have 'dat. [He shakes his head, and lets out a stream of brown spit, some of which hangs on his chin and drips off... but he doesn't seem to care all that much right now.] TCS: I have come to a decision. I want to be 'dat stupid sonuvabitch 'dat gets number one... yeah, I am demandin' to be 'dat unlucky bastard who gets to be the first man down to the ring fer the rumble. I want to be out there an' greet every single one on 'dis roster an' lets see if anyone can knock out the true champ. I have seen my fate, an' it is to stand alone on top of 'dis place... no man will be placed before me, an' I am goin' to start 'dat rumble an' I am gonna end it as well. Ya might have said in the past 'dat I jus' crowned myself with 'dis belt, but as fate will show ya... I am at my rightful spot. Every last one of ya's are gonna get a shot at me... ya dig? Ya better make it count. [Tobias cracks a half smile showing some of his teeth before he once again plunges in the cigar and slowly tips down his hat again.] TCS: All yer gonna hafta ask yerself is who the [bleep] are ya to defy fate? [The last line is a bit muffled, but it gets the point across. Tobias puts his feet up over the wooden railing across the front of the porch of the general store... with that we fade to... ...into the Rave! We're back home, baby! The rings sitting in the middle of the main area, new paint job making it look all spiffy and clean and shiny. Worn metal guard railings surround it with chairs in rows behind them. And the snowstorm outside? Screw it! People braved the elements and came here in record numbers. Two hundred and fifty? Three hundred maybe? The floor area is packed with smart marks of every type. A few more families even managed to come this time, scattered about and usually away from the loud, boisterous and probably too smarky for their own good Internet crowd. Along the railings are a few sponsors' banners: On The Border Gentlemen's Club, WHQG The Hog 102.9FM, La Perla Mexican Restaurant plus new ones from Appliance World and The Rain Nightclub. Word is getting around, yo. An entrance curtain hangs at the back of the stage area, a meagre NEXT sign sitting right above it. A new "NEO International Presents" banner is also hung, this one above the entrance area. A few speakers, the venues lighting system, a couple hardcams and some marks with camcorders walking around the ring... yeah. It's not big, but it's something! As the fans mull about, buying merchandise and soda and beer and whatever else it is wrestling fans buy, our good ole ring announcer enters the ring. Sit down, kids. We're getting under way!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages... [Some fans yells something about new age sucking or something. I dunno, he's probably right.] RA: NEXT Wrestling, in conjunction with NEO International welcomes you to... THE RAVE! [Fans applaud politely on cue.] RA: We would like to thank our sponsors, On the Border Gentleman's Nightclub. "We're on the border... with hotties to order... try the veal."... WHQG The Hog 102.9FM "We hog the airwaves, oink oink!"... [Fans kinda giggle.] RA: Le Perla Mexican Restaurant... "Viva la tacos!" as well as our new sponsors, Appliance World "We got what you need... and furniture too! Mmm, mmm comfy!" and the Rain Nightclub... "We got no moody emo's here!" With that out of the way... [Oh, fans are buzzing.] RA: Without further ado... DING DING DING! [Deep breath. His best Michael Buffer imitation. Please don't sue us.] RA: LET'S GET READY TO... ...RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE! [HUGE POP!] RA: The rules are simple. Two men will begin the match with a new entrant every two minutes. All the contestants will enter with elimination via being thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor. The last man standing will be declared the winner and the... ...WISCONSIN STATE CHAMPION! [TITLE POP!] RA: With that said...introducing the first entrant into the Rumble!! [No music, no pyro, no fancy light effects. Not a damn thing warns of the coming arrival of the man who just now parts the entrance curtain and starts to make his way towards the ring. It is none other than Tobias Chapel Smith and to nothing but a haunting silence save the buzzing of the in awe crowd he begins his slow march towards the ring. Tobias has a darker appearance due to his half-Native American side, his face is flatter and both his eyes and short cropped hair are dark as well. Chapel wears a pair of blue jeans which have worn a couple times before and now sports a black official USJP "Summer of Smith" t-shirt which he has taken the liberty of ripping off the sleeves of and making it more fitting for himself. In his mouth is a half smoked and probably half chewed cigar which he ditches onto the ground just outside the ring. With one of his hands which are wrapped in tape he reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron and into the ring. The crowd waits for another war to break out here.] RA: And the contestant who drew number two! [The crowd buzzes, turning to the entrance way. Smith almost wholly ignores who it is, content at staring up at the ceiling.] # I was caught #In the middle of the railroad track (Thunder) #I looked round #And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) #My mind raced #And I thought what could I do (Thunder) #And I knew #There was no help #No help from you (Thunder) [The ripping guitar chords get the Northeastern Jisatsu Champion's attention! The crowd POPS as Matt Corwin comes out... charging!] SR: It's on! IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG! [Fire in his eyes and fire in his step, The Kowboy makes a beeline straight for the ring, sliding under. He pushes his massive frame up... ...only for Tobias Chapel Smith to stop him with a boot to the back!] SR: Our Northeastern Jisatsu Champion is going to work on Matt Corwin and caught him as he tried to slide into the ring. This is an unenviable position to be in with someone like Tobias Chapel Smith! [The crowd POPS once again, this time as Corwin reaches, taking down Smith by he ankle! He jumps on top and starts pounding away with right hands... Smith rolling him right over... Corwin rolling him over until...] SR: THEY'RE OUTSIDE! They're not eliminated, they never went over the top rope, but they are outside on the floor! [And the crowd loves it, the two sluggers getting up and going right back to work, a knee from Smith stopping that!] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith with a knee to the midsection and... RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! [He goes to hit Corwin's head into the desk!] SR: Corwin blocked it! Elbow to the gut and [THUD!] and Smith hits head first right here, inches in front of me! This is chaos! These two men who hate each other so much are brawling on the floor, right here in front of my table! They are going to meet next week in a Flaming Tables and Branding Iron Scramble match for the Northeastern Title... but right now, they just want blood! [Though there isn't blood there are plenty of pounds flying around, Corwin ducking low and grabbing Smith around the waist... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" ...slamming him into the ring steps, sending them flying! BIG POP!] SR: Now they're wrecking NEXT property! What's next?! Are they going to go into the crowd? [Smith gets up... Corwin charges... and Smith promptly ducks his large frame as low as he can, sending Corwin up and over... and into the crowd!! EXCITEMENT TIME!] SR: ...I hate myself. [The crowd dissipates rather quick as the two three hundred pounders go at it, fist for fist. fall amongst them. At first Smith looks to get back in the ring but 'shooes' it away and steps over, clubbing Corwin down with a forearm to the back.] SR: Every two minutes someone will enter and right now, whoever is coming in number three, might have some time to spare. It doesn't look like EITHER of these two is keen about getting back in. They just want to kill each other! [Smith catches his breath, the absolute sprint he's been in catching up to him. Corwin similarly lays on the floor, a stomp keeping him there for the time being. Another stomp plants him further as he pushes himself up, a kick rolling him over!] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith is just PUNISHING Matt Corwin out there and... [With nary a word he takes a chair, the fun running for his life. He grabs it... lifts it... folds it... raises it up... ...only for Corwin to tackle him down again! Chairs fly every which way, the fans loving each and every moment!] SR: This has to be the craziest beginning to a Rumble I have ever seen! These two weren't in the ring for thirty seconds and now are in the crowd out there. Crazy! Just crazy! [Again, the two are overtake by exhaustion, Matt Corwin using the momentary respite to get some distance.] SR: Both down and... judging by the clock we're about to get our next entrant! [Fans see it and if they don't, they hear people counting down. Of course, Tobias Chapel Smith and Matt Corwin are getting up...] 10! 9! 8! 7! "CRAAAAAAAAAASH!" [And go right back down, a Corwin spear wiping out several rows!] 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!!! ['Sooner or Later' by Breaking Benjamins kicks up over the announcing system, as Seth Kinsey rushes through the curtains to a good sized pop.] SR: And our next entrant is Seth Kinsey! This youngster could have a promising future... if he can get off himself. [Seth swaggers down the ramp way - with a mischievous grin and clad in basic white types with the word ‘Kinsey’ running down his right leg in blue letters. The tights are usually pulled under his black boots. His wrists are tape and he’s wearing a shirt that says, "Milwaukee, stand up!' Seth hops onto the ring apron, catches the ropes, and springboards into the ring, double pumping his fists in the air to another decent pop. Seth grabs a mic, looking more reserved then usual.] SR: Is he going to cut a promo?! [Well, Smith and Corwin are currently down. Sure! Why not!] SK: It's been brought to my attention that I do outrageous things like call out retired "legends" because I have no talent and I'm trying to cover that up by doing over-the-top stuff. It's also been brought to my attention that most of the people saying this stuff are smarky losers who sit behind their monitors in their wrestling chatrooms, acting like they know anything about me. Hey guy, instead of talking trash behind a computer.. why don't you get a job? You're not a critic, you're not funny, but heh.. you probably are unemployed. Don't worry about me, the money I make, or the ends I see.. I'm gonna do my thing and you can watch me do it.. since it's pretty obvious you ain't doing much of anything else. And since I got your undivided attention and full control of this crowd, I'm gonna keep doing my thing. I'm gonna make another chump famous by dropping his name in my promo. [Seth smirks. Of in the back Matt Corwin starts getting up, collapsing to a knee and resting against a still standing chair.] SK: And y'know, I thought long and hard about who needs to waddle their fat ass down to this ring.. and I pretty much crossed off the entire EMWC upper card. You can't even call half those guys legends anymore. They're so dried up from hogging the spotlight it looks like they spent half their life under a tanning bed. Eddie Van Gibson is what? Eighty? The guy needs viagra just to get up for his matches. Nah, those dinosaurs are no good.. but a guy did come to mind.. and this man is pretty important to me. He played a big hand in influencing my wrestling career. Camera guy, I'm gonna need you to zoom in on this one. [Zoom in.] SK: 'Cause I'm calling you out... Tiger Claw. [Pop!] SK: Y'see, most of you don't know this... but that man used to be my hero. Way back when I was a youngster... I hero- worshipped that man. I watched all his matches, posted all his pictures around my room, and copied his style. Even as all my friends grew up and told me to give up on my pipe dream of becoming a professional wrestler, the thought of some day sharing the same ring and the same fans with you kept me threw it. Even when they told me to get a real job like a taxidermist or a short-order chef... I persevered. And then it happened. I made that drive out to Portland to watch the IIWF.. but more importantly, to finally meet you. I waited outside in the blistering cold for hours just to get an autograph.. and you? You couldn't even do that. You could take the five seconds to scribble your name on my lousy piece of paper. You were too busy fondling your obese mail-order girlfriend.. probably getting ready to have a romping with that fat cow in the back of that cheap Buick you drive around in.. but that's when I realized. Me and you, we're nothing alike. I'm never going to forget where I came from or the fans who make you the star you wanna become. And now.. [Seth smiles.] SK: I gotta slay you. [Seth spreads his arms...] SK: Get at me. [..before dropping the mic.] SR: Someone's a getting! [The crowd starts counting down again, Kinsey waiting anxiously in the ring.] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!!! [The crowd buzzes, waiting for the music to hit. Something to identify #4.] SR: It is... [It isn't so much identifiable as a NEXT favourites music... but some people know it. Music beings to play. The Offspring's "The Meaning of Life" begins to play.) SR: Who the... [Out from the back walks a man standing 6’ 3" tall wearing a black Nike jumpsuit and a pair a shades on his face. He lowers the hood on his jacket to reveal his perfectly parted blond hair and a smart ass smirk plastered on his face.] SR: That’s Johnny Detson, Johnny Detson is here in NEXT!! I don’t know why, but Johnny Detson is here in NEXT!! [A small recognition pop goes off in the crowd as Detson pulls a mic out from his jacket pocket.] Detson: What’s a matter kid, not who you were expecting? [Detson laughs and shakes his head.] Detson: Nah, I never am. [Detson starts towards the ring, never taking his eyes off of Kinsey.] Detson: I mean I wrestle in a four letter fed, its just not the RIGHT four letter fed! The one everyone’s talking about. Me, I don’t even wrestle in the States hardly anymore, I’m up in the Great White North! But the problem with that is that I wrestle for the wrong Canadian fed, hardly worth your time. You? You want to be somebody, you want to make a name for yourself! [Detson stops halfway down to the ring and gives a small, polite clap in Kinsey’s direction.] Detson: Well I've been watching you for the past few weeks and I've seen you call out this person and that. Its a sure way to make a name for yourself, and I'd even recommend it for each and every up and comer out there. It wouldn't impress me any, but you could do it. [Detson finally goes through the ropes and into the ring.] Detson: You could do all that crap if you want to, it doesn’t impress me and I doubt it impresses anyone else. Actually you could do that if you weren't what you were... THE BIGGEST WALKING PILE OF NEPOTISM TO EVER PUT ON A PAIR OF TIGHTS!! [Detson flashes a cocky smirk and holds up his hand, making sure Kinsey keeps away until he’s done, getting him a heel pop for his troubles.] Detson: So you want to wrestle a legend? Well kid, the legends aren't coming. But if you want to wrestle YOUR BETTER?!! Step on up kid and learn a lesson! [Detson places the mic in his pocket and then waves Kinsey forward without even bothering to take off his warm up suit. The bell rings as Kinsey comes charging in like a house of fire as Detson stands waiting, until at the last second he grabs the top rope and hops over it down to the floor.] SR: What the he-- Did he just eliminate himself? [The crowd is just not sure WHAT to think!] RA: JOHNNY DETSON HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: What the hell? Johnny Detson comes here, calls out Seth Kinsey, and then eliminates himself? [Huge heel pop again, as Detson just stands there and laughs. He pulls the mic from his jacket.] Detson: What are you for real? Did you think I was serious? Do you honestly think I would waste my time and talent wrestling the likes of you? [Another heel pop as Detson laughs.] Detson: Not only have no talent, you’re pretty stupid too. I’m Johnny Detson, and I don’t wrestle... [Detson looks around the place in disgust.] Detson: ...well in this filth that’s for sure. What is that duct tape on the ring? And there’s like eight million rusty pipes in the back? This place is an OSHA citation away from condemnation! I am a star attraction, my name and presence alone sells those precious DVDs management was telling me about. I’m making this company money just by walking out here, so you... [Detson jacks his thumb behind him.] Detson: ...and the ten behind me in attendance here tonight... [HEEL POP!!!] Detson: ...can kiss my ass! [Detson drops the mic and waves at Kinsey before walking back up towards the entrance. Not even giving another look back, he slips behind the curtain and disappears.] SR: What the hell?! [Oh and the brawl is back on, Kinsey turning from staring at the curtain as a loud BANG is heard! Standing over a crunched over Tobias Chapel Smith is Matt Corwin, dented chair in hand!] SR: RIGHT IN THE BACK! He obviously walloped Smith right in the back with that chair and... "CRAAAAAACK!" [OHHHHHHH!] SR: ANOTHER ONE AND SMITH IS DOWN! THE NORTHEASTERN JISATSU CHAMP IS DOWN! [Grabbing Smith, Corwin pulls him up... ...and throws him at a stairwell wall! BIG POP!] SR: A HUGE brawl out there, Seth Kinsey in the ring and... number five is about to enter! Seth Kinsey is going to have to actually fight now! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!!! [Cue: "A Devil in God's Country"] SR: That can only mean one thing! [The fans at the warehouse pop large knowing that one of their favourites, "The Only Star," is about to make his way out to the ring.] SR: Here comes a guy who could very well walk out of this thing the Champion! On New Years Eve he survived a _BRUTAL_ match with Ran Jishu, and now all he's got to do is beat everyone else! [Dane pops out from the curtain to another pop and heads down toward the ring with a purpose. He wastes little time slapping hands and heads straight for the action.] SR: HERE WE GO! THE ONLY STAR IS THE FRESH MAN IN THE RING! [Dane goes right after Kinsey,m the smaller man ducking a swing. He runs right under the arm, hitting the ropes and flying back. Dane catches him but the high flier twists in mid air, wrapping his leg's around Dane's head...] SR: SPINNING HEADSCISSORS! [Dane rolls across the ring, Kinsey charging...] SR: Seth Kinsey is determined to get Eric Dane out and... DANE DUCKS! [The crowd GASPS as Kinsey goes sailing over the ropes... ...grabbing on and BARELY keeping his balance as he lands on the apron!] SR: Seth Kinsey with amazing agility, landing on the apron and [THWAP!] kick to Dane's head! [Dane staggers back, holding the side of his skull. Kinsey readjusts and shoots himself up, turning a clear 180 degrees as he hits the top rope...] SR: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING AND INTO ERIC DANE! [BIG POP!] SR: Seth Kinsey is on fire here, taking it to Eric Dane like we never thought he could! [Kinsey quickly grabs Dane, looking to throw him out but a back elbow stops that. KInsey steps back...] "THWAAAP!" [...hitting a step up enzuigiri that puts Dane to a knee! Meanwhile the crowd outside murmurs and pops, Matt Corwin up and pulling Tobias Chapel Smith with him towards the ring.] SR: Seth Kinsey or Eric Dane want to eliminate someone and now. They need all the breathing room they can if Corwin or Smith get back in here! [Dane is still down on a knee with Kinsey rebounds off the ropes full speed, charging! He leaps up, off the knee of Dane...] "CEEERACK!" [BIG POP!] SR: SHINING WIZAAAAARDOOOOOOOOOH! [Dane rolls back, collapsing half sitting against the ropes. Kinsey charges in, looking for the elimination, the crowd absolutely on their feet!] SR: Kinsey charging and... DANE IS UP! LARIAT--KINSEY DUCKS! "THWUUUUUUUUUUNHAAAAACK!" [...and flies through the middle and top ropes, hitting Smith and Corwin, wiping them out!] SR: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [HUUUUUUGE POP!] HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! [The crowd lunges out of their seats, Kinsey knocking the two big men into the apron. Dane, turning, is shocked to see what just happened. He looks around at the surging crowd, shrugging his shoulders in a "So... yeah." type motion.] SR: Seth Kinsey is absolutely suicidal... and up! [He turns... Dane reaching over the ropes to grab his hair. Kinsey is pulled up... at the last minute whipping out a forearm strike to break the clutch on his hair!] SR: Dane once again stunned and Kinsey... [Drops off the apron, reaching in...] SR: Trips Eric Dane! Dane is down, Kinsey quickly up... WOW! Look at that speed! He is right up and to the top turn buckle! [And a quick leap puts him right on top. He stands up... leaps... tucks... ...and spins!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SR: RIGHT INTO THE KNEES! A 450 RIGHT INTO THE KNEES OF ERIC DANE! [Kinsey is launched into the air, clutching his abdomen. Outside the ring, the two men just down are back up... and one of them back up with a chair!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!] SR: WHAT A CHAIRSHOT! WHAT A VILE CHAIRSHOT BY TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH! [Corwin just crumples, hitting the ground. Smith sneers, standing over him. Eric Dane, back up, waits for Seth Kinsey to turn to him. He does, Dane wrapping him up... ...and throwing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex right out of the ring! BIG ASS POP!] SR: WHAT A SUPLEX! RA: SETH KINSEY... HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! [And then it starts again!] 10! 9! 8! 7! [The crowd, looking at the entrance, barely see Tobias Chapel Smith come into the ring...] 6! 5! 4! [...and BLAST Dane from behind with a big shot to the back! HEEL POP!] 3! SR: Smith back in the ring and... 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!! ["Kiss of Judas" by Stratovarious hits and rushing down comes a robeless Matthew Judas. He slides in and up... met by Smith!] SR: Matthew Judas in and... and Tobias Chapel Smith is right there to meet him head on with a THUNDEROUS forearm right to the face! [OUCH! Judas goes down like he was shot. Smith turns, crumples Dane with a kick to the gut before turning and grabbing Judas.] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith is just a monster. He KILLED Matthew Judas with that shot to the face and... "THWAAAAAAAAP!" [STIFF!!] SR: HEART PUNCH! [Judas falls back against the ropes, clutching his chest and gasping for air. Smith almost nonchalantly moves in, rears back...] "THWAAAAAAAAP!" SR: ANOTHER AND... SMITH CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER WITH EASE! [SHOCKED POP!] RA: MATTHEW JUDAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! SR: What a quick elimination! Tobias Chapel Smith is on an absolute tear right now! Eric Dane is still down... another stomp keeping him there... and he eliminated Matthew Judas with ease! [Turning back to his prey, Tobias Chapel Smith pulls up Eric Dane and whips him hard into a corner. Not even bothering to eliminate him, he charges in, splashing him! Dane collapses down, Smith shoving a boot against his face, digging the grip into his flesh!] SR: How brutal can one man be?! He isn't even trying to eliminate Dane he's... he's going outside?! What the heck is happening? Why is Tobias Chapel Smith going outside and... oh! Matt Corwin is getting up! [And Smith sees it, grabbing what's left of the chair. He raises it up with both hands... ...The Kowboy stopping him with a kick to the gut... and a second! FACE POP!] SR: The chair is down and Corwin is back in charge! He is back in this match, back on the offensive and back on Tobias Chapel Smith, the man who he will challenge for the Northeastern Jisatsu Championship a week from now. He pulls him up... Irish whip... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" ...REVERSED AND CORWIN HITS THE RING BARRIER! [BOOO/HARDCORE POP!] SR: Matt Corwin back down and Smith is just leaving him there, leaving him a heap on the floor. He wants to hurt him, wants to inflict pain. He'll eliminate him when he wants. [And right now he wants to get back into the ring and back on Dane... who starts firing back with elbow shots, staggering Smith! Getting some room between them Dane takes a breath and...] "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOOO!" [...hits a stiff chop!] SR: That one hurt! We _know_ Eric Dane can throw a chop... "SMACK!" SR: As he just proved! [Smith staggers back more, clutching at his chest. Dane keeps on him!] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" SR: He's following him, chopping the hell out of him! [And gets Smith backed into a corner with nowhere to run!] SR: Oh man... "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [The crowd POPS BIG again as Dane keeps laying them in!] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [He stops... takes a deep inhalation...] "SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SM ACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!""SMACK!" SR: MACHINE GUN CHOPS! [Smith falls to a knee, his chest surely ragged from the blistering chop after blistering chop. Dane calls for more, the crowd IGNITED as he does... ...VENOMOUS when Smith stops that thought with a low blow!] SR: DAMN HIM! Right in plain view of everyone he hit Eric Dane low! Anything to get ahead, hey Tobias? [Smith, his chest on fire, backs away, Dane collapsing against a corner. His attention fixes back on him... until the crowd starts counting down.] SR: Here comes the seventh entrant! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!! ["Till I Collapse" by Eminem blares over the PA System, youngster Christian Madison sprinting out full speed. He runs straight into ring and... ...and right into the arms of Tobias Chapel Smith!] SR: BAD MOVE KID! [With a single action he lifts Madison up... right overhead! GASP!] SR: HE IS PRESSING THIS KID WITH EASE AND... [HUUUUUUUGE PANICKED POP!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [With a great heave he tosses Madison, the kid flying through the air, crashing into the ring barrier with such force is knocks it's off it's hinges! The crowd goes absolutely insane, the ring announcer's official word barely heard over the chaos!] HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! RA: CHRISTIAN MADISON HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! SR: THAT IS THE DAMNDEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN! CHRISTIAN MADISON'S WRESTLING CAREER MAY ALREADY BE OVER! TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH IS A ONE MAN ARMY IN THERE, DESTROYING _EVERYONE_ IN HIS PATH! [That is until Matt Corwin re-enters and Eric Dane gets up, the two teaming on Smith, driving him into the corner under a torrent of punches and kicks! The crowd loves it, cheering the duo on!] SR: They got the right idea now! Tobias Chapel Smith might very well be the most dangerous man in all of wrestling right now but with two top talents like Matt Corwin and Eric Dane teaming against you, no one on this planet has a chance. [Smith tries to fight back though, pushing Dane back and exchanging punches with Corwin. "The One Star" changes that, coming right back in with a leaping forearm shot, Smith stumbling back against the ropes. The two are immediately on him, trying to throw him up and over, the crowd louder the closer they get!] SR: They are trying their hardest but Tobias Chapel Smith is both big and strong... and fighting back! [He manages to fall back into the ring, Dane stomping him and dropping a knee. Corwin takes a step back, directing traffic as he tells Dane to put him up.] SR: Eric Dane pulling Tobias Chapel Smith up now and... Irish whip... right into a Matt Corwin clothesline! [POP!] SR: This team work could very well spell Tobias Chapel Smith's doom. With this level of partnership he will be hard pressed to gain any sort of advantage. The numbers are truly against him at this very moment. [Tobias Chapel Smith crawls to his feet, Dane grabbing him around the waist. Corwin goes back... charging in...] SR: BIG BOOT--BLOCKED! [Smith somehow blocks the boot, grabbing it and sending Corwin stumbling! He fires back with a back elbow on Dane, breaking the waist lock! Dane stumbles...] "THUD!" SR: HEADBUTT TO CORWIN BY SMITH! [And he turns around, grabbing Dane.] "THUD!" SR: And one for Dane! That is skull rattling! Tobias Chapel Smith is such an offensive presence and... "THWAAAAAAAAAP!" ...TURNS AROUND INTO A BIG BOOT FROM MATT CORWIN! [POP!] SR: Now's your chance, Matt! Get him out now if you're going to! [And he does, pulling Smith up and to the ropes. He lifts him over... Smith holding on for dear life.] SR: He just will NOT go over! The Wisconsin State Championship is such an important title to win. It makes you _the_ top man in NEXT and despite what he says, perhaps Tobias Chapel Smith knows this. [Eric Dane joins in, the two trying to lift Smith out again.] SR: We're nearly at the two minute mark. The eighth entrant is about to come out and that'll make four guys in the ring unless Dane and Corwin can eliminate Smith! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!! [Alice in Chains' "Social Parasite" hits over the PA system, the knowing fans booing the next entrant. He doesn't rush, no need, no sir! He arrogantly makes his way out... he being Rockwell LeMaster.] SR: Oh... look who it is and he can't interview anyone this time! You gotta wrestle now, buddy! [LeMaster yells out the most random insults to the most random fans, most getting the most random looks. He shrugs them off, finally climbing up and into the ring. He sees Dane and Corwin trying to eliminate Tobias Chapel Smith and decides to join in... ...or does he?!] SR: He could have helped eliminate Smith but instead he clobber Dane down... and now Corwin! [HEEL POP! He doesn't go after either though, instead scooping under Smith and lifting.] SR: He just wants all the glory for himself! I hate this guy! [LeMaster continues to try and get Smith over, an elbow from the Northeastern champ stunning him, Eric Dane grabbing him and pulling him off stopping him completely. His void is quickly taken over as Matt Corwin moves in with a stomp to Smith, putting him down to the mat. Dane spins the bigger LeMaster into the corner...] "SMACK!" SR: I would NOT want to be on the receiving end of _that_! "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [Or those! LeMaster stumbles away, retreating as the crowd WHOOOOOO's for Dane. He stops LeMaster, turns him around again annnnd...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" SR: Corwin coming after Dane and... "SMACK!" ...stopped with a chop! [WHOOOOOOO! Tobias Chapel Smith, getting a moment of reprieve, starts getting up. Eric Dane is right on him...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [And then turns to LeMaster!] "SMACK!" [Then to Corwin!] "SMACK!" [Then back to Smith!] "SMACK!" [BIG POPS!] SR: Eric Dane is lighting EVERYONE up and is going back after LeMaster, charging in... stopped with a kick to the stomach! Rockwell LeMaster hooks him and lifts him up for a vertical suplex! [And holds him there!] SR: What power by LeMaster! He is holding Eric Dane straight up in the air! [And keeps holding him, the crowd noise growing by the second... ...so almost as if in retaliation he puts him right back down and throws out a big clothesline!] SR: DANE DUCKED! [POP!] SR: And LeMaster takes a BIIIIIIG running shoulder tackle from Matt Corwin! [Who almost immediately falls victim to a Tobias lariat!] SR: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! [Who in turn falls victim to a rising knee from Dane!] SR: Eric Dane putting down Tobias Chapel Smith. This match has completely broken down as all four men in the ring at this time: Tobias Chapel Smith, Eric Dane, Rockwell LeMaster and Matt Corwin are throwing it all out and all on the line! [Dane is the first to make a move, grabbing Corwin and throwing him into a corner. He reaches down, grabbing a leg, lifting it over the top rope, trying to get the rest of the Kowboy to go with him. LeMaster start5s getting up in the middle of the ring, Smith over in a separate corner.] SR: Rockwell LeMaster moving in on Smith, Dane trying to throw out Corwin at the moment annnnnd... eye rake by Smith! [The crowd actually pops, perhaps for the great over selling by LeMaster. He flails about, swinging wildly, Smith grabbing him by his neck and trunks and... ..._almost_ throwing him out, LeMaster holding on, falling to the mat and to some stomps instead of to the floor! SO CLOSE POP!] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! SR: Here comes entrant number nine! The ring is starting to fill with bodies now. Four in there, a fifth about to! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!! [There's silence...then a a bell rings. The bell rings again, bringing with it strains of guitar, starting slow and low. The bell continues to ring and the guitar speeds up and grows gradually louder, obviously preparatory until it all comes to a head and stops dead...] Deep, Slowed Down Voice: KING...OF...SPORT... [Silence.] SR: Oh no! Not him! [Rockwell LeMaster stops, turning with a smirk as he sees his somewhat ally making his way out. Re-energized he goes back to throwing out Smith, beckoning Dave to come in. # Try to be best # # Cause you're only a man # # And a man's gotta learn to take it # [The Great DAVE walks out of the back, seconded by his translator Hiroshi. He stands with his hands on his hips, looking around at the crowd through his mask, his long blonde hair falling around it. Other than his normal ring attire of white with orange flames, he wears a red towel around his neck.] # Try to believe # #Though the going gets rough # # That you gotta hang tough to make it # [DAVE and Hiroshi make their way to ringside, take the stairs, and climb into the ring... ...DAVE ditching the towel and joining in with LeMaster!] SR: This has COMPLETELY changed the complexity of this match. Rockwell LeMaster and The Great DAVE will no doubt work together as a cohesive unit. This is going to cause of a lot of trouble for everyone in this match and... [GASP!]... THEY THREW OUT... NO! Smith held on and landed on the apron! [But the two turn away, thinking the job is done. They high five... just as Eric Dane charges at them!] SR: They ducked and... [And Dane turns, LeMaster stops him with a boot. He drapes him up on the top rope, holding his legs. DAVE runs across and leaps over him, coming down on his spine! BIG MIXED POP!] SR: WHAT A DOUBLE TEAM MANEUVER! [Matt Corwin is a lot less impressed, jumping the pair from behind, targeting the bigger LeMaster. He goes to throw him out when DAVE jumps back into the fray. He knocks Corwing towards LeMaster, the Anti Socialite catching him with a back elbow putting him down to a knee in stunned shock.] SR: It's just like I said it would be! These two are taking everyone apart, double teaming the whole lot of their opponents and... and heading outside... oh wait. To the top?! [The crowd? Buzzing.] SR: Both of them are heading up top on the same turnbuckle. I've never seen anything like this before. They have obviously been practicing... [LEAP!] ...DOUBLE DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK! ANOTHER AMAZING COMBINATION FROM THESE TWO! [The crowd actually applauds the double team, as indy crowds are prone to do. Fickle bastards, the whole lot of them.] SR: Matt Corwin is down, Eric Dane is down and his back could very well be a mess. That only leaves... he's up! Tobias Chapel Smith is up! [And locks stares with the two. Fright overcomes them, eyes saucer wide as the fearsomely large Smith stares them down. The crowd is loud, cheering him on for once, telling him to get the pair!] SR: This is great! They are going to get their come uppance! [But decide to strike first, Smith knocking down DAVE with a big right hand, doing to the same to LeMaster. DAVE fires back up... into a right hand... LeMaster falling victim to the same fate!] SR: He is taking both these men out... DROPKICK! RIGHT TO THE KNEE! [Smith staggers...] SR: THREE POINT SHOULDER TACKLE BY LEMASTER! [And he staggers some more, both DAVE and LeMaster charging in together... ...only for Smith's hands to wrap around their throats!] SR: HE IS GOING TO... LOW BLOW BY THE GREAT DAVE! [And LeMaster follows up with a vicious clothesline, putting him down! The crowd HEEEEEEELS on the pair, both still gagging and coughing. LeMaster quickly runs over and stomps down Dane and Corwin as DAVE stands over the _much_ larger Smith, screaming out...] DAVE: STRANGLE... HOLD... DAVE! SR: What is this going to be?! [The crowd watches, expecting something fancy. Instead he kneels down, blatantly wrapping both his arms around Smith's throat! HEEL POP!] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! SR: This crowd is right into this match! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!! ["California Dreaming" by the Beach Boys hit, Justin Harper wasting NO time sprinting to the ring. He slides in... ...met by The Great DAVE and Rockwell LeMaster!] SR: And the dominance continues! They go right after the fresh guy and are on him like homeless people on a bag of oreos! [The two completely lay into Harper who falls under their sudden onslaught. They pick him up and whip him at the ropes... only for him to duck their double clothesline.... .,..Harper coming back with his own! BIG POP!] SR: THERE YA GO! [Harper goes after the smaller DAVE first, throwing him against the ropes, trying to throw him out. Corwin goes back to his original sparring partner, he and Tobias exchanging rights and lefts in a corner, Smith turning him and taking the advantage with a shoulder to the gut. Eric Dane, now up, sneaks in behind LeMaster...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG POP!] SR: GERMAN SUPLEX! [Not done he quickly goes to Smith, clobbering him and saving Corwin. The two start lifting him out again until Harper runs over, knocking over Dane, looking for a quick elimination... Dane holding on and dropping instead!] SR: Eric Dane ALMOST got eliminated there. Justin Harper was doing some quick thinking! [But turned his attention long enough for The Great DAVE to come flying from behind with a knee clip, putting him down!] SR: And down goes Justin Harper thanks to The Great DAVE. THis match has turned into pure chaos. Excuse me if I have any troubles keeping up. With so many guys in there it is really hard to keep track of what's going on. Right now we have Harper down and The Great DAVE stomping him. Eric Dane is recovering, Rockwell LeMaster down thanks to that German suplex and Tobias Chapel Smith brawling with Matt Corwin, trying to life "The Kowboy" up and over! ["The Kowboy" responds with several hard forearms to the back, saving himself for a few seconds. Rockwell LeMaster joins in with a stomp to Smith's back and soon DAVE joins him.] SR: It looks like we're getting everyone joining together in one common effort and that's eliminating the biggest man in NEXT, Tobias Chapel Smith! This might be a good plan. He's been fairly... scratch that. He's been almost TOTALLY dominant in there and remember, he entered at number one. He eliminated Matthew Judas and Christian Madison at ease, he and Matt Corwin destroyed the ringside area, he's taken out everyone who's came near him. [Eric Dane and Justin Harper, without a word, see the plan formulating. They join in and soon five men are stomping Tobioas Chapel Smith silly... and then cooperating on getting him up.] SR: They are doing a number on the Northeastern Jisatsu Champion! These five men, all top competitors in NEXT, are teaming up for a common effort to eliminate Tobias Chapel Smith! [They keep surround him, trying to lift him up... ....when out of nowhere he breaks free, sending everyone flying! HUUUUUGE SHOCKED POP!] SR: WHAT THE HELL?! THE POWER OF THIS MAN IS INSANE! [In an absolute rage he charges forward, LEVELLING Dane and Harper with a double clothesline. He turns, quickly grabbing a charging Great DAVE with one arm around the throat. LeMaster moves to save his ally...] SR: BOOT TO THE FACE! [And he lifts DAVE!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: AHHHHHHHHHHHHTHECHOKESLAM! [Roaring as the clock starts winding down, Smith gets up, turning and thumping his chest, the crowd equally loud. He looks for his next victim, walking right into Corwin's grasp!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! [BIG POP!] SR: Smith is _down_! [And the clock finishes it's cycle!] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! [The crowd, anxious, turn to the curtain as Will Smith's "Born to Reign" hits to a BIG HEEL POP! There are always those fans that cheer, the drunk, Internet nerd smarks who think it's cool to cheer heels. Johnny Malibu? He's a heel.] SR: Love him or hate him, Johnny Malibu just got a hell of a reaction! This crowd is loud for him as he enters... and he is entering at a good time. Save Matt Corwin, everyone is still down after that absolutely incredible explosion by Tobias Chapel Smith. [Corwin actually waits for Malibu. The pretty boy cruiserweight simply smirks and brings it on at The Kowboy's request, charging in! He slides in, ducks a Corwin clothesline... ...and slides right out the other side! BOOOOOOOO!] SR: What a coward! He didn't even get in for a second. He was out as quick as he was in! [Corwin yells at him from the ring, the crowd joining in with the taunting. Corwin leans over the ropes... ...Dane coming from behind to dump him! GASP!] SR: DANE DUMPS CORWIN--NO! He stayed on! He stayed on the apron and rolls back in! [Justin Harper jumps Eric Dane, trying to lift him over the ropes from behind. Dane back elbows to escape, a common tactic in such a close environment, only to take a knee to the stomach.] SR: Justin Harper hooks a pump handle annnnnnd... [OHHH!] DROPS DANE INTO A BACKBREAKER! [POP!] SR: That was just spectacular by Justin Harper... WHO IS JUMPED BY THE GREAT DAVE! [DAVE flails away from behind, thumping forearms into Harper's back. Harper turns to get some kind of defensive position, DAVE hitting an elbow... another elbow and then spins... ...with an eye poke!] SR: ROAAAAARING EYEPOOOOKUUUUUUUU! [The crowd half laughs, half boos as Harper holds his face. DAVE grabs him by the hair to throw him out... but Harper won't go!] SR: No one is going out at this point! We had a flurry of eliminations early in this match but no one is going out. [Malibu continues to stalk on the outside, returning retorts with fans. In the ring Tobias Chapel Smith gets up... and slides out after him!] SR: He better get in now! No matter what he likes, he is about to get involved in this match! [Malibu runs around the ring, Smith stalking him quickly. Seeing no other avenue of escape he slides into the ring, turns... and comes face to face with Matt Corwin! Malibu turns away... and there's Smith! "YOU GOT IT COMING TO YOU" POP!] SR: Johnny Malibu is trapped! He has nowhere to go! Johnny Malibu is trapped in between Matt Corwin and Tobias Chapel Smith, about to get decimated by one of them... The Great DAVE and Rockwell LeMaster jump Corwin! [Smith is momentarily distracted, Malibu moving out of the way while he can. Harper charges in, slamming Smith into the corner. Eric Dane, holding his back, charges in... ...using the second rope as a platform!] "THWAAAAAP!" [POP!] SR: CORNER SHINING WIZARD! [Smith stumbles out... Harper slipping in beside him.] SR: OH DAMN! RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP AND SMITH FALLS BACKWARDS, HEADFIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! [BIG POP... turned BIGGER as Smith all but shrugs it off, getting up and grabbing Harper... ...Dane cutting him off from behind, trying to toss him over!] SR: The two biggest men in this match right now are who everyone is trying to eliminate: Matt Corwin and Tobias Chapel Smith and... and here we go again! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! [The fans buzz, waiting for music... for an appearance... for the curtains to part... instead all they get is... ...black.] SR: WHAT THE?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! [The crowd is ON FIRE, lighters and cameras providing brief illumination. They get louder and louder... volume increasing exponentially the longer the lights are off. The brief flashes show the other competitors mulling about in the ring.] SR: The lights are STILL off in there. Is there something wrong with the power?! What the hell is going on, someone explain it to-- "FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!" --MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [The crowd EXPLODES as the gout of fire illuminates the ring, everyone going down from it, whether to the mat, outside under the ropes or leaning against them. Burned, charred, smoking... all eyes in the building lock on the man standing in the ring. A smaller, bronze skinned man dressed in an all black gi... feet bare... hair in a single top knot... scars everywhere... and he has this place on their feet.] SR: HOLY... HOLY CRAP! THAT'S HANTU PENYARDIN! HE WORKS FOR FLORIDA STATE WRESTLING... wait... wait just a damn second. He _worked_ for Florida State Wrestling! I've been hearing murmurs about a defection and... this is it! HANTU PENYARDIN HAS DEFECTED FROM FSW TO NEXT! [Everyone just keeps standing there, LeMaster and DAVE on the outside, going over a game plan. The others lick wounds or watch on, this man just standing there motionless.] SR: No one wants to make the first move, not against someone who just threw the biggest damn fireball _I_ have ever seen! [No one makes a move until DAVE and LeMaster get back in the ring. The pair keep talking amongst themselves... and are the first to charge in!] SR: Here come the first victims! [Only LeMaster halts mid charge, DAVE charging in alone!] SR: DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! [And DAVE falls to his knees, Penyardin lightning as he gets up and off the ropes... "THWAAAAAAAAP!" ...with a dropkick to the face! OHHHHHHHH!] SR: WHAT FORCE! There is a reason FSW _was_ basing their future around this guy! He is so dangerous, so explosive in that ring! [LeMaster decides to make his move... only to catch a spinning back kick to the stomach! He keels over in pain, Penyardin jumping on him and viciously biting his forehead while scratching his eyes out! AAAAACK!] SR: He's a freakin' monster! [LeMaster pulls himself away, screaming in pain. Penyardin, satisfied, moves on to the next victim, only to be hooked by Eric Dane as he turns] SR: EXPLOD--HE'S BITING DANE NOW! [Dane breaks the hold as well... and chaos erupts in the ring. Harper and Corwin go back to work on Tobias Chapel Smith, trapping him in a corner, trying to put him out. DAVE and LeMaster collect themselves, Penyardin moving on Dane.] SR: The Malayan Vampire is making a BIG impact in his debut, this coup that NEXT scored, getting him to defect from FSW to NEXT! [Penyardin quickly moves in, a throat thrust stunning Dane enough to get him into close range. He peels back The One Star's arms...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" SR: He's getting some of his own medicine now! [Dane grimaces for the briefest of seconds, looking down at Penyardin with a "You didn't just do that" kind of look. He goes to strike... ...but the Malayan Vampire is quicker, hitting a kick to the stomach and a roundhouse to the chest in rapid succession!] SR: Hantu Penyardin has some deadly, deadly kicks and... SMITH IS LOOSE! TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH IS LOOSE! [And comes barrelling across the ring, slamming Penyardin from behind! He goes down easily, outweighed by a hundred pounds. Smith keeps on track, slamming several meaty right hands into Dane's midsection before he is jumped by Matt Corwin and Justin Harper once again!] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith could be unstoppable. He has cut a swathe of destruction in NEXT and tonight here in this Rumble to determine the Wisconsin State Champion. Matt Corwin and Justin Harper look like they are trying to stop him... and here come The Great DAVE and Rockwell LeMaster. What a bunch of vultures! [The pair descend on Penyardin, stomping away. With him down LeMaster turns to Dane, choking him in the corner. Johnny Malibu finally gets his way in... stepping to the top rope with no one looking. Corwin and Harper hook Smith and lift for a double suplex... ...just as Malibu comes flying off with a dropkick to the Jisatsu king's chest!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG POP!] SR: A TRIPLE TEAM AND ONE HELLUVA TRIPLE TEAM AT THAT! [Action everywhere... fans cheering... ten seconds left!] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! [Cue the slow beat.] # Neckbone or backbone neckbone or back # You got no fiction if you've got no fact [As the intro gives way to the fast & heavy rhythm of Powerman 5000's "Neckbone", Tyrone Walker bursts through the curtains and straight into the ring!] SR: The 6'2", two hundred and thirty pound Tyrone Walker is next... and now it's Eric Dane that has someone to look after his back! [Walker sprints in, up to his feet and meeting Johnny Malibu with a series of HARD and rapid elbow shots. Malibu goes down, Rockwell LeMaster next in his sights!] SR: And Walker right in, right after his Team Danger team mate! He is... he is all over Rockwell LeMaster now! [But The Great DAVE is there as well, hitting him from behind! He grabs Walker and whips him... Walker reversing and catching him on the way back!] SR: TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER! [POP! Eric Dane, finally free, attacks LeMaster from behind, clobbering him down, scooping him right back up... and back down with a body slam!] SR: These two are dominating the other two men with the same strategy and doing it in quick fashion! Dane now... putting Walker up on his shoulders? This is certainly interesting. Walker is sitting up on his shoulders... [And Dane lifts him off... Walker coming down with a back senton on LeMaster! POP!] SR: Johnny Malibu has been very quiet in this match so far, biding his time and... not anymore! It looks like he picked Justin Harper! [And in the midst of his beating, stops and starts gyrating his hips! The girls like it... the guys HATE it... and it was a bad idea, Matt Corwin clubbing him from behind!] SR: There is a time for showboating and a Rumble isn't it! [Back up and free, Hantu Penyardin makes his move and goes after the already hurt Tobias Chapel Smith. He sits him up and steps back...] "THWAAAAAACK!" [OHHHHHH!] SR: KICK TO THE SPINE! "THWAAAAAACK!" SR: ANOTHER! [OHHHHHHHHHHHH!] SR: Those kicks will tingle your spine, make your fingers numb and make it damn near impossible to breath. I would NOT want to be on the receiving end of those... probably why I am sitting back here calling the match. [Taking the shot from Corwin, Malibu slips out and to the floor. Corwin turns back and goes after Harper, lifting him up against the ropes again. Tyrone Walker and Eric Dane work in tandem, picking up LeMaster. Dane kicks him in the stomach so he is bent over in pain, both going off opposite ropes... ...both connecting with boots to the side of LeMaster's head! HOT DAAAAAAAAAMN!] SR: JESUS H. CHRIST! [The two high five one another as LeMaster collapses and turn to get DAVE. Why does he has his mask lifted exposing his mouth?] SR: DAVE is... [POP!] GREEN MIST! VILE OR MAYBE NOT SO VILE GREEN MIST RIGHT IN BOTH THEIR FACES! [DAVE laughs his ass off, cackling evilly as the two wipe their eyes. The two wipe the green away... DAVE laughs... and they are not blind anymore.] SR: He is so dead. [They look... pissed. DAVE opens his eyes wide in shock as they move in, throwing him into the corner and...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [...and unleash hell!] SR: They are TEARING him apart! [The two take turns with chops, DAVE's chest turning redder and redder.] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [Finally done they step back... ...Johnny Malibu coming flying in with a double dropkick to their backs, sending Dane over the ropes!] SR: DANE IS... [GASP!] ..SAVED! HE SAVED HIMSELF! [The crowd POPS as he dangles, finally coming back onto the apron after the near call. Walker hits the ropes and falls back down...] 10! 9! 8! [Tobias Chapel Smith, back alive, comes RUMBLING across the ring and barrels into both Corwin and Justin Harper. Without abandon he starts swinging on both! He turns... and locks eyes with Penyardin.] 7! SR: We are going to have a WAR! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! [The opening laid back but never the less funky guitar riff of 'Sunday Shining' by Finlay Quaye comes up over the P.A. system as 'The Flyin Hawaiian' Elvis Sunday himself steps out through the entrance curtain in a bright as heck orange surf shirt and black boardie shorts.] # Make It # Sun is shining # Weather is sweet yeah # Makes you want to move those dancing feet # Uh Here I am # Want you to know now that here I stand [Elvis charges to the ring, hands outstretched hi-fiving one and all before sliding under the bottom rope.] SR: And the ever popular Elvis Sunday is number fourteen! He slides in and leapfrogs over a charging Johnny Malibu! He ducks down and gets back up as Malibu comes running back.. [And spins...] SR: TORNADO HEART PUNCH! [BIG POP!] SR: THAT put Johnny Malibu down! He won't be running back outside for a bit and... THE GREAT DAVE ATTACKS SUNDAY! [And for no real reason other then to try and eliminate him. He spins him around and kicks him in the stomach, Elvis launched into the air a couple inches from it.] SR: Standing head scissors and... POWERBOMB-- [--only as DAVE spins around for it, Sunday slips out and grabs DAVE's head...] "THUUUUUUUNNNNNGH!" [HUGE POP!] SR: TORNADO DDT ON THE GREAT DAVE RIGHT INTO... [The crowd LOVES IT, Scott Rossman pausing.] SR: ...RIGHT INTO THE NETHER REGIONS OF JOHNNY MALIBU! [Sunday pops up to his feet, celebrating in premature victory... until Rockwell LeMaster grabs him from behind and tosses him right over the ropes... ...Sunday BARELLLLLLLY holding on! HUUUUGE GASP!] SR: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?! He was SO close to hitting the floor right there. I don't even think Rockwell LeMaster knows he is still in! [Sunday, showing amazing agility, walks up the ropes one by one until up at the top. He leaps... ...snaring Rockwell's head with his own legs, sending him flying with spinning head scissors! BIG MOVE POP!] SR: Jesus lord... this guy is amazing! How agile? How fast? He is just... DAVE! DAVE HAS HIM! [For those wondering Dane and Tyrone Walker _are_ back up and contending with Justin Harper and Matt Corwin, trying to eliminate them. Tobias Chapel Smith is choking Hantu Penyardin down in the corner, boot shoved into his throat. Johnny Malibu is holding his crotch.] SR: The Great DAVE jumped Elvis Sunday, coming back and whips him into the corner! Here he come with a cartwheel elbow-- LEG LARIAT BY SUNDAY! [Dave stumbles back the other way, Sunday leaping up and snaring his head... ...taking him up... ...and over! HUGE FACE POP!] RA: THE GREAT DAVE HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [Sunday celebrates in the ring, an enraged Great DAVE ignoring Hiroshi's demands and sliding back in!] SR: He's eliminated already! He can't do this! [But he does, grabbing an unsuspecting Elvis Sunday from behind... tossing him over the ropes in rough ass fashion! The crowd ERUPTS with a heel pop, Dave going back out!] SR: THAT IS NOT RIGHT! The Great DAVE was already eliminated but no official saw him come back in, too busy elsewhere in this match! He was eliminated, came back in and... that bastard! RA: ELVIS SUNDAY HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" [That would be the back of Elvis Sunday hitting the ring barrier!] SR: We are about to get another entrant here in a matter of seconds and... and Justin Harper is on the verge of elimination! Tyrone Walker nearly has him out! [And tries even harder to do so, even as Harper fights back with punches to the back.] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! #Praise Jesus! #Praise Jesus! #Praise Jesus! ["I Smell Like Jesus... Dead" blares over the NEXT sound system to a round of LOUD boos as out from the back steps Messiah. Donned in dingy, holy brown pants with black wrestling boots and a black t-shirt that says "Fuck Respect" in red. Messiah grins at the boos reigning down as he walks down the aisle way.] SR: MESSIAH IS NUMBER FIFTEEN! [Still leaning against the ropes, Justin Harper finally fights off Tyrone Walker with a kick, sending him away. Messiah hops up behind Harper, pulling down the ropes... ...Justin Harper tumbling out backwards! SHOCKED HEEL POP!] RA: JUSTIN HARPER HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [On the outside The Great DAVE is still absolutely livid. The ring barrier broken off it's hinges earlier? The Great DAVE knocks it over and flat, grabbing Sunday and pulling him up into a front headlock. The crowd roars it's protest as Sunday is lifted up and... "CREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" ....dropped down on it!] SR: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [HEEEEEEEEEEL POP!] SR: ELVIS SUNDAY IS DOWN AND HURT! THE GREAT DAVE, THAT BASTARD, STOLE ANY CHANCE HE HAD! [And is escorted away by referees as others check on the unmoving Sunday, laid down on the metal railing.] SR: This match has been absolute chaos. It's incredible the lengths people will go to to win a championship! [A quick inventory of the situation sees Hantu Penyardin nearly eliminated by Smith, saved only when Matt Corwin jumps into the fray, CLOBBERING Smith from behind. Penyardin falls onto the apron, rolling under the bottom rope. Johnny Malibu fights with Tyrone Walker, trying to eliminate him as Eric Dane pulls Rockwell LeMaster up into another corner. Sensing this is as good a time as any to get involved, Messiah climbs up and makes a beeline to an unsuspecting Eric Dane!] SR: Messiah has Dane by the hair and... pulls him down to the mat... immediately going to the eyes! This creep will NOT fight fair! He will use any tactic he can to get ahead, even if that includes this! Rockwell LeMaster given a few seconds of respite and he can't be happy about the elimination of his partner, The Great DAVE, a few seconds ago. He... he just laid a BIG kick to the chest of Eric Dane! [And is immediately jumped by Tyrone Walker! He grabs LeMaster, ducking under his arm as if for a rock bottom... ...only he drops him down across his knee! BIG POP!] SR: WHAT A BACKBREAKER! This Tyrone Walker can throw those backbreakers like very few I've ever seen! [Messiah gets up, stomping Dane's forehead. He turns only to be grabbed by Walker in the same position. Frantically he elbows out... then eye rakes Walker as he gets free!] SR: Messiah knew Walker was going for a back breaker and he'd have NOTHING to do with it! Everyone knows his back problems and that back breaker would NOT have made things any better. [Johnny Malibu back up after being put down by Walker, motions for Messiah to work with him. The two do, pulling Walker up and throwing him into the corner. Messiah charges in first with a running elbow before falling to all fours. Malibu is next, running in and leaping off..." "SLAAAAAP!" SR: FLYING BITCHSLAP! [BOOO!] SR: Messiah and Johnny Malibu are making a great team here and... AND ERIC DANE TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! [Over on the other side of the ring, a recovering Hantu Penyardin attacks Rockwell LeMaster with successive kicks to the chest. He collapses in the corner, Penyardin backing off before charging in... hitting a BIG double knee to the chest! LeMaster collapses down, sitting... ...Penyardin charging in with a double knee... to the face! BIG IMPACT POP!] SR: OH MY GAWWWWD! That will break your face into pieces! [Done for a second with Matt Corwin, Tobias Chapel Smith grabs Penyardin and lifts him up, hot shotting him on the top rope. Penyardin bounces, Smith lifting him over... and AGAIN Penyardin holds on, saving himself!] SR: ANOTHER close elimination! [Smith immediately turns back thinking his job is done, stomping down Corwin again. He reaches way back, grabbing him and headbutting him HARD! Corwin goes to a knee, Smith putting him flat down with a kick to the face!] SR: The dominance continues! He has been... look what we have here! [The crowd is absolutely buzzing as Smith backs up... bumping into someone. He slowly turns around and comes face to face... ...with Eric Dane.] SR: Oh lordy! This is going to be so explosive. Two of the hardest hitting men in this match, face to face right now and this crowd is absolutely loving every second of it. They know as well as I do what we could very well be seeing here! These two standing here... face to face... toe to toe... everyone else down right now, every fans' eyes locked on them! [And Smith is the first to make a move with a hard punch!] "THWAP!" [Of course... Dane immediately fires back.] "SMACK!" [And Tobias Chapel Smith as well!] "THWAP!" "SMACK!" "THWAP!" "SMACK!" "THWAP!" "SMACK!" [The crowd come to their feet as the two behemoths in size and heart respectively go at it! Tobias launches HARD right hands, Dane returning fire with stiff knife edge chops. They continue even as the clocks runs down!] 10! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 9! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 8! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 7! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 6! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 5! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 4! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 3! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 2! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" 1! "THWAP!" "SMACK!" BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! ["Instigator" by D12 faintly begins to play, picking up in volume or tempo. Steve Greedy sprints out, stopping as he sees Eric Dane and Tobias Chapel Smith going at it mid ring.] SR: Nobody wants a piece of that, including the sixteenth entrant, Steve Greedy! [Everyone just watches as the two go shot for shot... slowly down, both stunned... and then _everyone_ attacks!] SR: Oh crap! Everyone is attacking these two! [Messiah is the first, taken down by a big boot from Smith! Walker falls victim to a big shot, Greedy going down to an Eric Dane chop! A path cleared, the two go right back at each other!] SR: Something has snapped in these two! Eric Dane and Tobias Chapel Smith are going at each other with complete relentlessness. They don't care about anyone--MALIBU WITH A DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF DANE'S HEAD! [And Corwin once again attacks Smith, pushing him into a corner, delivering shoulders to the stomach. Rather fresh, Rockwell LeMaster makes a quick move, grabbing Malibu and lifting him up into a suplex... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...turning him mid move and slamming him down with a rock bottom! HUGE SHOCKED POP!] SR: THE LEMASTER PLANT AND WHAT A MOVE THAT IS! ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL! Johnny Malibu just CRASHED into the mat! [LeMaster turns, popping to his feet proud of himself... right into a Steve Greedy spinning kick! He gets up, mirroring LeMaster and playing to the crowd. Not a second later... ...does a foot smash into his face!] SR: And Hantu Penyardin strikes again! He crushed Steve Greedy there with that kick, whipping him off the ropes and... [Greedy leaps over Penyardin, snaring him by the waist. He brings him down...] SR: Sunset flip but pins don't count in this... Greedy rolling though and... and it looks like he is trying to lock on a Boston crab! That won't do you any good in a match like this! [But instead of going for the Boston crab he simply gets a better grip on them before falling backwards and propelling Penyardin up... ...and over the ropes, the agile as all hell Malayan Vampire landing deftly on the apron to another POP!] SR: AGAIN! This guy cannot be knocked out of the ring! He is on the apron and... SPRINGBOARDS IN-- "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ---RIGHT INTO ONE HELL OF A STEVE GREEDY SUPERKICK! [BIG ASS IMPACT POP!] SR: THAT will put Hantu Penyardin out of action for a bit and... DANE! He has Greedy in a full nelson... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...AND A DRAGON SUPLEX! [And as if a mirror, Malibu sneaks in and grabs Dane in a full nelson!] SR: Malibu has him... TYRONE WALKER STOPS HIM! [And knocks Malibu down to the mat! Dane stumbles away, attacked by Rockwell LeMaster. Malibu, down... ...suddenly kips up, snaring Walker by the head with his feet.] SR: KIP UP RANA SENDS WALKER... NO! HE STAYED! He was THIS close to being eliminated by that, nearly going over, but he saved himself just in the nick of time... and here comes the second last entrant! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! #If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one!# [Jay Z's "99 Problems" hits as Tyler Lee makes his very first appearance in The Rave. He saunters out, letting the crowd get a good look at him. Then... he sprints on in!] SR: Tyler Lee making his NEXT debut, yet another great talent waiting to break out here in NEXT and NEO International, originally hailing from another organization. That's the power we got folks. People _want_ to be here! [Balanced precariously, Walker pulls himself back in... ...but not in time!] SR: LEMASTER THROWS OUT TYRONE WALKER! [BOOOO!] RA: TYRONE WALKER HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: There goes one half of Team Danger... and there's the other half! [LeMaster, of course, thinks the pops and cheers are for him. They aren't. They're for Eric Dane as he eagerly awaits LeMaster's turn, standing behind him. LeMaster suddenly seems to realize it and turns around ever so slowly... ...clotheslined not only out of his boots but right out of the ring! BIG POP!] SR: Revenge is so bitter sweet! RA: ROCKWELL LEMASTER HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [Matt Corwin and Tobias Chapel Smith CONTINUE to fight, albeit it tiredly, Smith trying to eliminate Corwin. Hantu Penyardin, rubbing his jaw, gets back up and spins on Eric Dane, hitting a round house kick to the leg... followed by another! Dane staggers back, The Malayan Vampire running past...] SR: MOONSAULT PRESS OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE! Eric Dane is not so dangerous when he is laid out on his back. Add in that there is no Tyrone Walker helping him and he's suddenly in a real fight! [Malibu, still up and going at it, helping Corwin, is turned around by the now in the ring Tyler Lee. Lee ducks an errant swing and easily lifts Malibu up onto his shoulders, moving to the middle of the ring. He grabs him and suddenly lifts... ...Malibu going up and back down, Lee falling to his back, Malibu onto his tucked knees! OHHHHHHH!] SR: WHAT... Insane! An insane gut buster by Tyler Lee and... MESSIAH! He is on Tyler Lee like a fly on shi... s... stuff! [And is a wildman in his assault, swinging for the fences. Lee, fresh, absorbs the onslaught, reaching out and grabbing Messiah by the head, throwing him over the ropes. Messiah holds on... saving himself!] SR: ALMOST! Messiah ALMOST went out there! [Lee gets back into the action, stunned as Steve Greedy hits him with a cocky jab to the jaw. He dances around before hitting another... ...dropping and hitting a leg sweep!] SR: Lee is down and... [THUD!]... HANTU PENYARDIN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A KNEE DROP! "THWAAAAAAAP!" [And Eric Dane out of nowhere with a yakuza kick!] SR: IT'S BREAKING DOWN IN MILWAUKEE! [Smith drops Corwin back into the ring, slamming fists into his head. Eric Dane makes a straight line to him, slamming a knee into his back. He spins him into the corner...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [...and lights him up like a Christmas tree! WHOOOOOOO!] SR: Eric Dane could eliminate Tobias Chapel Smith here if... CORWIN! HE WANTS HIM! [And shoves Dane out of the way. Dane, angry, spins Corwin around by the shoulder...] "SMACK!" "SMACK!" SR: Matt Corwin and Eric Dane are down with this! They BOTH want Tobias Chapel Smith and are willing to fight for him! [Dane goes for another chop, Corwin stopping him and underhooking his arm from the front before doing the same with the other. He looks right into Dane's eyes... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...before throwing him overhead! SUPLEXOH POP!] SR: WHAT A THROW! A double arm style belly to belly suplex and Eric Dane was sent flying... THE LAST ENTRANT! [And the crowd knows it, bubbling over with excitement!] 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!! SR: As far as I know, our whole roster has entered already. This... [The sound of a wolf fills the arena as a vicious howl is let out over the P.A. The crowd murmurs, wondering who it could be. A few smart marks know it as "Massacre" by Berserker hits. They turn and the curtains snap apart. And part the curtains he, Lark Fenriz does, right into a heavy onslaught of complete boo's. Clad in a t-shirt with the letters "WAR" across it, and his wrestling pants, Fenriz stops at the top of the entrance ramp. He smiles, looking at all of the wonderful people that despise him, and continues on to the ring... tearing off his shirt as he sprints in.] SR: THE FRESH MAN! LARK FENRIZ IS THE FRESH MAN! [The 6'7", 267lb man is not only bigger then most, but completely fresh. The rest of the competitors look on in despair as he gets in... ...immediately clotheslining Steve Greedy!] SR: Lark Fenriz is representing the now defunct PWW in the World Title tournament. I have NO idea why he is here or is he is even a part of NEXT but I _do_ know he is tearing everyone... CLOTHESLINE ON JOHNNY MALIBU! He is tearing EVERYONE apart! [Hantu Penyardin is the next to feel the wrath, falling to a clothesline, Messiah immediately after!] SR: Tyler Lee down by another clothesline and... kick to Matt Corwin's stomach and... HARD SHOT ACROSS THE SPINE! SR: Corwin down and... Johnny Malibu out of nowhere, attacking the newcomer! Lark Fenriz is so much bigger and... kick... "THUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...POWERBOMMMMMMMB! [Malibu goes down, Fenriz setting his fiery sights on Tobias Chapel Smith.] SR: What a target he has been! He entered at number one and is STILL in this match. We've seen Eric Dane and Matt Corwin go after him and now Lark Fenriz! [Fenriz moves in on Smith only to have someone rush by him, floating over and grabbing his head...] "THUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: BANKRUPT DDT BY STEVE GREEDY! [POP!] SR: Greedy back up and... and there's Tyler Lee to meet him! Inverted headlock... [And spins, driving Greedy down face first!] ..._THAT_ WOULD BE HIS IDOLIZER! [And Matt Corwin's move... the same Matt Corwin grabbing him in the same inverted headlock, spinning...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: WELCOME TO THE DEVIL'S SINKHOLE TYLER LEE! [Corwin gets back up and is grabbed by Messiah. Messiah takes quick steps off the turnbuckle pad, spinning...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: TORNADO DDT... AND RIGHT INTO A GUILLITIONE! [The crowd BOOOOOS the hell out of Messiah as he chokes out Matt Corwin. He finally lets go...] "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [...only to have Hantu Penyardin strike from behind with a running jumping knee strike to the head! STIFF POP!] SR: THE MALAYAN VIPER STRIKE! MESSIAH COULD BE OUT THANKS TO HANTU PENYARDIN! HE COULD BE OUT! [Penyardin gets up, almost emotionless. His missing teeth give him a frightening aura as he moves towards Tobias Chapel Smith, Eric Dane grabbing him and spinning him around into a front face lock... lifting him up!] SR: Eric Dane has him and... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG ASS POP!] SR: HITS THE BRAINBUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BOOOOOOOOOOOO!] SR: HEART PUNCH FROM TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH! [Smith wearily moves way, Lark Fenriz suddenly up and kicking him in the stomach. He lifts him up, grunting with effort as...] "THUUUUUMMMMMMMP!" [...he drops him down headfirst, collapsing right along with him! BIG POP!] SR: PILEDRIVER AND _EVERYONE_ IS DOWN! [This would be where the crowd gets off their seats as one, the entire place giving a standing ovation for the efforts thus far in this match!] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith has been in this match some forty minutes! Guys like Messiah and Eric Dane have taken insane amounts of punishment. This one has been a match for the ages folks. Whoever wins this can truly say they are the rightful holder of the Wisconsin State Championship here in NEXT! [Messiah... Eric Dane... Johnny Malibu... Tobias Chapel Smith... Tyler Lee... Lark Fenriz... Hantu Penyardin... Matt Corwin... Steve Greedy... beaten and pounded, the group all start moving, looking for more eliminations and looking for championship gold. Greedy, down for the longest, is the first to move and stomps Johnny Malibu as he gets up. Malibu tries crawling away under the onslaught, Greedy standing on him to keep him down. He presses down on the top rope for added pressure... ...when Penyardin comes from nowhere, leaping off an on all fours Matt Corwin's back with a knee strike to the back of Greedy's head!] SR: AND GREEDY... GOES! THE VIPERSTRIKE TOOK HIM OUT! [BIG POP for the elimination! Greedy hits the floor rough, laying there, moaning in pain.] RA: STEVE GREEDY HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [Tyler Lee and Matt Corwin start fighting... Tobias Chapel Smith going after Messiah, hoping for an easy kill. Lark Fenriz stops that, attacking Smith with hard forearms to the spine, Messiah crawling away. Eric Dane rests in a corner... Johnny Malibu looking for something.] SR: Everyone is starting to pair off now, Tyler Lee and Matt Corwin really going at it. Matt Corwin nearly has him! He nearly has him out! [But Tyler Lee simply will not let him go, holding on for dear life. The crowd cheers both on, excitement overwhelming them... ...hate overcoming them as Malibu sneaks in from behind and lifts up an off balance Corwin, sending him out!] RA: MATT CORWIN _AND_ TYLER LEE HAVE BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: He sent them BOTH to the floor! Lee was holding onto Corwin, he had no choice but to go when The Kowboy did! [Getting his feet under him, Tobias Chapel Smith starts weathering the storm Lark Fenriz is laying on him. He gets his arms up and actually starts firing back. Malibu, so happy with himself... is attacked by Penyardin!] SR: The ring is starting to clear out! We only got six men left: Smith, Messiah, The Malayan Vampire, Fenriz and Malibu and Eric Dane. One of these men will be THE Wisconsin State Champion! [Other then Fenriz attacking Smith, the rest of the ring is rather calm. The men stand around, escaping each other's reach... all watching... waiting... ...turning as one to attack Smith!] SR: Here we go again! This is the second time that the entire ring has attacked Tobias Chapel Smith! [The crowd POPS for it, the two hundred strong electric. Tobias Chapel Smith falls under the onslaught... finding a renewed energy from SOMEWHERE and explodes outwards, knocking people loopy with lefts and rights! One by one they fall until Lark Fenriz attacks again!] SR: What a monster! I think HE is my pick for champion! I don't know if anyone can stop him at this point! [Lark Fenriz tries, pounding away. Smith stands it, a hand lashing out to grab Fenriz around the neck. The monster is shocked... ...as is everyone when Smith launches him over the top rope, sending him tumbling to the floor! BIG POP!] RA: LARK FENRIZ HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [Hantu Penyardin is the next, launching in with a knee strike that sends Smith back into the corner. He takes a step back... before firing off machine gun kicks!] "THWAP!" "THWAP!" "THWAP!" "THWAP!" "THWAP!" "THWAP!" [Smith slumps, Penyardin seeing the moment to charge... big mistake.] SR: SMITH HAS HIM AND... [GASP!] ...LIFTS HIM OVER HEAD... DUMPING HIM! [MIXED POP... A LOUD ONE!] RA: HANTU PENYARDIN HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: What an impact he made! He defected over from Florida State Wrestling in as shocking a way as I can ever remember. He made a spectacular showing of himself in this match and proved he can go with THE very best of them in NEXT! He will be one helluva'n addition to our roster! [Rampaging, Smith almost non chalantly grabs Messiah, tossing him by his head over the ropes... to a GASP! Messiah lands, hooking the top rope with his arm! Eric Dane and Johnny Malibu, differences aside, attack Smith in stereo, trying to drive him back!] SR: Messiah is still in this... and right now Dane and Malibu are working together against Tobias Chapel Smith, the smartest move they could possibly make. [Smith seems to almost ignore the strikes but is driven back regardless. He is about to reach out and fight back, the two lunging at the same time with clotheslines... ...just as Messiah pulls down the top rope, Smith's centre of gravity too much to fight! HUUUUUUGE SHOCKED POP!] SR: THEY DID IT! THEY ACTUALLY DID IT! RA: TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [AGAIN... POP!] "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP--CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" [Messiah, on the apron... is met with a boot from Eric Dane, sending him flying! HUGE... SURPRISED... FACE POP!] SR: YAKUUUUUUZAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MESSIAH IS GONE AND WHAT A WAY TO GO! [He clutches his spine in agony, laying ringside. Eric Dane keeps staring at him, satisfied at a job well done.] RA: MESSIAH HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: Two men left! [And the two left stare at each other, coldly, from across the ring. Johnny F'N Malibu stands, stretching his neck in one corner. Eric Dane stands across from him, motionless. They stare... the crowd getting louder and louder by the second.] SR: ONE of these men will be the Wisconsin State Champion. One of these two men, both of whom will represent NEXT in the NEO International World Championship tournament, will be THE man, THE flagship, THE face of NEXT. [They inch closer... still staring.] SR: Talk about intensity. You can feel it in here and... Malibu makes the first move! [And runs at Dane who pushes him by. Malibu comes off the ropes at blazing speed, ducking a Dane back elbow and grabbing his wrist, reversing the momentum. Dane is suddenly off, hitting the ropes, Malibu leap frogging over him, turning and... ...putting out a hand to stop! Dane does... dead in his tracks...] "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [OHHHHHHHHHH!] SR: ENZUIGIRI BY JOHNNY MALIBU! That tricky bastard got the jump on Dane here, staggering him and he hits the ropes... sliding under a Dane kick... up and... HURRICANRANA! [Dane rolls away, to the ropes. Malibu, up, comes charging in... a running elbow DESTROYING him!] SR: HOLY CRAP! There is stiff and then there is THAT! What a teeth rattling forearm strike by Eric Dane, now on the offensive, picking up Malibu and throwing him into the corner. [ANTICIPATION POP!] SR: This is Eric Dane at his best. When he gets a guy trapped in the corner like this, you know it is trouble! [Dane almost seems to smirk as he pushes Malibu into the corner, putting his arms around the ropes. He leans back... the crowd popping... ...heel popping that is as Malibu lashes out with an eye poke!] SR: DAMN HIM! I was hoping Johnny Malibu would get the crap chopped out of him but I guess there was no chance of that happening! [Johnny Malibu moves to higher ground... so to speak... away from Dane. He shakes off the elbow, rolling his jaw before coming back in with several pin point kicks to Dane's abdomen. Seeing him stunned enough he charges in... Dane catching him!] SR: Dane has him and... [Throws!] "THHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPD!" [HEAD DROP POP!] SR: AN OVER HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX... RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! THAT COULD BE CAREER ENDING, LET ALONE DASHING ANY HOPE JOHNNY MALIBU HAD AT CARRYING GOLD ONCE MORE! [And the audience seemingly loves every second of it, cheering Dane on as he lifts Malibu up. He grabs him by his trunks and neck, spinning him around and towards the ropes... ...a staggered and stunned Malibu flying over... ...grabbing the top rope.... ...hanging upside down on the ropes... ...wrapping his legs around Eric Dane's head... ...pulling him over the ropes with him as the crowd goes INSANE in support for The One Star!] SR: DANE.... APRON! APRON! APRON! HE LANDED ON THE APRON! HE ISN'T DOWN YET! [But is in a precarious position, both men quickly trying to get their balance back before the other strikes. Malibu goes first with a kick to Dane's stomach, Dane firing back...] "SMACK!" [...the chop teetering Malibu!] "SMACK!" [The next loosens his grip!] "SMACK!" [The next chop sends him nearly off, only one foot still on the apron!] SR: Johnny Malibu is nearly off! He is so close to elimination here... "SMACK!" ...and... [GAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP... he loses his grip and... ...gets it back, his finger tips barely grabbing the top rope! The crowd is breathless as he pulls himself back on!] SR: Johnny Malibu is a damned miracle worker! Everyone watching, I guarantee, thought he was eliminated! [Including Eric Dane who takes a moment to get back into it. He goes low with a kick, grabbing Malibnu in a headlock!] SR: We saw this against Ran Jishu on the New Years show! He is going to eliminate Malibu with a brainbuster off the apron! [The crowd gets crazy as he lifts... ...Malibu slipping out behind, locking in a full nelson almost immediately upon landing!] SR: COUNTER! JOHNNY MALIBU COUNTERS INTO THE DRAGON... [Dane somehow finds it in him to break the hold, pushing Malibu back into the ring post! The crowd once again GASPS as they BOTH come so close to elimination, the two men remaining grabbing anything they can to remain in. For Malibu it is the top rope, both hands grappling it. For Eric Dane it is Malibu's waist.] SR: GERMAN! HE IS GOING TO TRY AND GERMAN JOHNNY MALIBU OFF! [And Malibu can't even fight back, just holding on for dear life as Dane tugs, everyone on their feet again. He tugs again... Malibu seems to slip a bit... Dane tugs... Malibu holds on,. pulling himself up and wrapping his full arms around the rope!] SR: I can't take this! My heart can't take this being so close all the time! [Dane gets his footing back pulling himself back onto the apron. Malibu, half collapses on the ropes, trying to get back in when Dane grabs him and pulls him back out. Malibu lashes out with a low kick... Dane put down to a knee!] SR: Dane is still on the apron! He hasn't slipped off yet! [But is still on a knee and Malibu sees it, taking a step away before coming back in. He uses the knee as a platform, leaping up... cocking his knees... extending his legs out... ...connecting with a dropkick to Dane's face! PROTEST POP!] SR: ELECTRIC SLIDING KICK! [Dane teeters, grip slipping... knee slipping. He reaches out for the ropes despite the pain... ...reaches... ...Malibu holds on to the bottom rope and Dane... ...slips more... ...and then... ..falls. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE PROTEST/HEEL/SHOCKED POP!] RA: ERIC DANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED... DING DING DING! RA: THEREFORE YOUR NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WISCONSIN STATE CHAMPION... JOHHHHHHHHNNNNNYYYYY F'N MAAAAAAALLLLLLLLIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! [The crowd is half in shock, half in protest at what happened. Soon they all applaud as Dane gets up from the floor and as Johnny Malibu rolls back into the ring, a referee with him, raising his arm high.] SR: He did it! Johnny Malibu won gold after nearly being eliminated so many times. He beat some of THE very best this sport has to offer to win the championship! Can he repeat this again in the NEO International tourney? I'd say this surely raised his odds! [The black and gold he so cherished is finally handed to him, Malibu clutching it close, raising it in victory despite the mixed jeers and boos he is receiving.] SR: WHAT A NIGHT! WHAT A MATCH! What a year this is going to be for NEXT and this year starts off with THAT man as our champ! [Eric Dane remains on the floor... eyes sullenly cast up at Malibu who once again raises the belt in victory.] [Fade.] ======================= DVD EXTRAS EXTRA 1: Steve Greedy EXTRA 2: The Great DAVE EXTRA 3: Rockwell LeMaster EXTRA 4: Team Danger EXTRA 5: Tyler Lee EXTRA 6: Eric Dane EXTRA 7: Johnny Detson EXTRA 8: Elvis Sunday EXTRA 9: Justin Harper EXTRA 10: Matt Corwin EXTRA 11: Messiah EXTRA 12: Hantu Penyardin EXTRA 13: Johnny Malibu =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 1 =*=*=*=*=*= V/O : HA HA HA HA . .. . [Fade In.] [The camera fades in on the "Rich One" Steve Greedy fixing his brown Armani outfit to perfection, behind a podium placed in the middle of a large stage. The near by area is empty, as only Greedy is seen in our view of the huge room. He walks up to the podium gripping each side of it tightly before speaking, that trademark smirk of his rest apon his face enjoying every minute of the current situation, prolly sunk into his face cause of the recent victory.] Steve Greedy : Ahh my fellow NEXT friends. I am here to address the union,or at least the men an women backstage at our operation. [Deep cough, clearing his throat.] Steve Greedy : What you saw to start the new year off is what you shall see for the rest of the year. That is what happens when you make Steve Greedy a captain, a leader, a person to follow behind know matter what the obstacle is. You achieve victory. Tis that simple. Seeing how good I was, and seeing how good I can be I have decided to help lead this federation. I have decided to put it on my back, and carry it, just as I did two other wrestlers on the last show. Just as I have other federations which needed the _assistance_ in the past. To do that I must get respect. To do that I must achieve things other's do not. [Slight pause, nodding in agreement with himself.] Steve Greedy : That may be titles, it may be "five star" matches, or it might be stirring the pot, but believe I will do things other's will not. i FEEL I must do such considering the high role in the company I plan on taking this year. That mightttttttttttt . .just might include winning royal rumbles. [Greedy gives a playful wink.] Steve Greedy : Which means TONIGHT could be one of those days I take the reigns, and pull em real hard to see what kinda results I can get from the rest of you people working for this company. I do however, promise. . .. And you can take this to the bank. [Greedy lets go of the podium, and steps out to the side of it giving us a full view.] Steve Greedy : I will be here at the end of the year as well. I'm not a patient man, and most who know me would agree that if things don't go right, I would pack my bags, and leave. So NEXT. . . That means I'm gonna make things go my way. I'm gonna make the strings pull the puppets the direction I want. And most of all . .. I'm gonna make you all go _BANKRUPT_ at the end of the day when it comes to comparing to yours truly. Good day. ... [Greedy nods, and exits stage right leaving us with one last view of the huge empty room before slowly panning out.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 2 =*=*=*=*=*= [Scene opens to a street lamp-lit exterior of The Rave, the official nightclub and home of NEXT. It's closed up tight, this being a Monday night when decent folk are in bed, resting their minds and bodies for a long, arduous day of work come Tuesday morning. The two men in the grass along the back wall of the building are not sleeping, nor is one of them decent. They are "King of Sport" The Great DAVE and his faithful translator Hiroshi. Hiroshi is sitting in the grass with his back up against the wall, while DAVE is freaking out and trying to reach a window that is much too high and much too small for him. He is dressed in full ring-attire including the mask.] TGD: Goddammit Hiroshi! I need to get in this building RIGHT NOW. NEXT needs this tape by tomorrow! If I don't get it to them, who knows what they'll do? Make me entrant one, make me wrestle Tobias Smith, fire me?! God! I need in this building! Hiroshi: DAVE, listen, it's OK. They said that you could shoot this anywhere. Didn't you tell me you wished you could film on location from a number of different places? TGD: Um...oh. Well...yeah, of COURSE I knew that! But I really have to get in THERE to do it. I have this whole big thing prepared and I need to be in there to do it right. The full effect-ANY effect-requires me to be inside this building. Hiroshi: You...have something prepared? TGD: Yeah. After last time, it was only logical to come in with something written in advance. Hiroshi: When did you and logic fit...[he sighs] Never mind. Anyway, I called someone in to serve as an interviewer since the logical thing for me to do was call in a crutch, I mean, an assistant. Conveniently, here he is now. [Click-clack-click-clack-Ring ring! A bike bell sounds as the sound of baseball cards on bike spokes bring into the picture a short, pudgy man in a full, black suit on a man-sized kid's bike, complete with flag and basket. He's standing on the pedals, moving his little legs as fast as he can on the way to The Rave. As he comes close, he stops pedaling, throws a leg over, and hops off, leaving the bike to continue rolling. On it's current course, it will hit the wall some three, four feet safely away from where Hiroshi is sitting.] TGD: OH MY GOD! HIROSHI! I'LL SAVE YOU! [DAVE dashes over to the bike, leaving his feet to throw a low enzuigiri (is it really an enzuigiri if it's not a the back of anyone's head?), which lands on the seat of the bike just enough to divert it's course right into Hiroshi's shin. The bike topples over, Hiroshi having to catch it to keep it from hitting him in the face. He pushes it over.] Hiroshi: Ow! My shin! TGD: [getting up off the ground] Lucky for you my reflexes are so fast, buddy, or that could've been way worse. Man: Hi! Sorry I'm late, I didn't have any money for cab fare, so...yeah. Anyway, I'm freelance roving reporter Scotty "The Body" Roddy! Good to meet you! [Roddy is pasty and rotund, and is now sweating profusely from the bike ride. He presses down on the adhesive tag on his coat, which reads, "HELLO, MY NAME IS" with "press pass" written sloppily in the blank space. He deftly pulls a mic from his jacket and scans the area for the camera. Finding it, he looks into it and begins.] S"TB"R: Hi wrestling fans! Scotty "The Body" Roddy here in a place with a guy doing some stuff! Wow, guess I should have gotten that info before hand. Got a little rust, heh. TGD: That's fine, we need to get into that building to do this anyway. S"TB"R: In there? TGD: Yeah. S"TB"R: No problem. Here hold this. [Scotty takes off his jacket, revealing a short-sleeved white shirt underneath, soaked with sweat. His exposed pale right upper arm is tatooed with a giant microphone, grasped by a hand, with "V-I-C" on the first three fingers and a picture of a heart on the pinky. With a boost from DAVE, he deftly unlocks the window with a clothes hanger he just happened to have on his immediate person, lifts it up and wriggles through, falling with an audible crash to the other side. DAVE sings and hums to himself as he waits.] TGD: Hmmmm hmmmm...feel the sun on your skin, hmmm hmmm else can do it for you hmmmm hmmmm something or another and something else hmmm hmmm no one else, scoobity doo, skittley bop, hmmm hmmm hmm... [The side door flies open as Scotty enthusiastically pops out.] S"TB"R: After you, gentlemen. [DAVE and Hiroshi walks through the door and Scotty limps after. Inside, the place is only partially illuminated by the moon coming in through the windows. DAVE moves swiftly through the building, making a beeline for the door leading to what serves as the NEXT backstage area. By the time the camera and his entourage catch up to him, he has the lights on and is standing in front of the NEXT logo, ready for his interview.] Hiroshi: DAVE, you need to get in here? What for? TGD: You'll see. Come here Hiroshi, I'm ready. [Scotty comes over, putting his jacket back on and produces the mic again.] S"TB"R: OK, OK, I found an upcoming show poster. You must be Dave... TGD: DAVE. S"TB"R: DAVE, so, DAVE, what's your strategy... [DAVE cuts him off, and all of what he says is delivered with a deliberate intensity.] TGD: A royal rumble is a funny thing. Funny and sinister. Funny in its intensity. Sinister in the very device of its being. Oh yes, the rumble will be dangerous, but only because of the dangers that it holds. Most dangerous? Myself, the winner! The Great DAVE! [DAVE pauses. Hiroshi steps into the frame.] Hiroshi: I will win the match. S"TB"R: Do you know what number you hold? TGD: I was going to get to that later, but I will mention it now. I do not know the number of entrance that is mine, but I do know this. It does not matter where I enter. It does not matter who is around me. I will take on all foes and eliminate them one-by-one. Possibly two or three at a time, but it depends on the situation. If they are arranged in such a way that I may toss two or three of them simultaneously, I will not hesitate to do so. Hiroshi: I will win the match. TGD: Broken, twisted, dead and alone, twenty some odd souls will be turned to ash by the burning heat of my burning spirit. More or less than that will also be burnt depending on the number of my opponents in the rumble, and how many have been thrown out already. I walk the King's Road. I travel the Warrior's Path. I climb the Hero's Mountain! I battle down the Champion's Beauty Trail! I skip along the Gladiator's Sidewalk! I cannot be beaten by man, god, or animal. I will not fail, I will not lose...ever. Hiroshi: I will win the match. S"TB"R: Hey, he's just talking. I thought I was going to ask questions! TGD: Never question greatness. The next time you see me, I will be standing here... [DAVE stiffly motions toward the NEXT logo, turning slightly at the waist.] TGD: ...holding the Wisconsin State Title, and I will be the championship holder of the title. Hiroshi: I will...wait, THAT'S why you just HAD to get in here? For that one comment and motion? That's it? TGD: NEXT, the King of Sport, the Great DAVE, the man from the Orient, will orient you...TO PAIN! [DAVE walks out of the room, followed closely by Hiroshi. Scotty still stands in his interviewer's position, holding the mic. DAVE steps back into the room and flicks the light off, leaving the room pitch black. Footsteps are heard, then a door opening and closing. And then, silence, and a long pause.} {............} S"TBR: This is Scotty "The Body" Roddy, signing off! [Remain to black.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 3 =*=*=*=*=*= [Hi. I'm the normal narration for "America's NEXT Top Superstar" Rockwell "The Method" LeMaster's roleplays. It's a thankless job, filled with lots of sarcasatic remarks at the expense of our subject, 'cuz let's face it... dude's a total gearbox.] [See the kind of power I yield? I can start new paragraphs at will. Anyway, local Milwaukee radio station WHQG the Hog 102.9 recently held a promotion, the grand prize of which was the chance to do my job and narrate this thing! So, without further ado, please welcome Billy "B-John" Johnson, courtsey of the Hog, where they--they're forcing me to say this--hog the airwaves, oh god, Oink oink.] RLM: What the hell is going on? Let's go! (Yo, yo, yo! What is UP, NEXT!? Billy Johnson in the HIZZY off the CHIZZY and--) RLM: No. Make it stop. [Yeah, that... he's been disqualified. It says right in the rules, '-izzy/-izzle' talk is unacceptable. Second runner up, KC Stevens, you're up.] {Hello wrestling fans and allow me to set the stage for this exciting slice of NEXT Wrestling! "America's NEXT Top Superstar" Rockwell "The Method" LeMaster, an entrant in the exciting Rumble for the Gold, sits on a bench in the Beaver State Outlet Mall, looking helplessly on--} RLM: No. Heroic. {What's that now?} RLM: I should look heroic. Come on! Big stakes here, KC! And hey, uh, where's your... you know, your Sunshine Band!? Hah? Am I right? {Rockwell sits in a bench, looking... heroic... } RLM: Heh-heh, hell yeah I do. {When a young fan approaches him. She looks about 10-12ish, and she's got herself a sign-up sheet.} YF: Hello, mister. Would you like-- RLM: Yes, I would like to be the first Wisconsin State champion. YF: --Buy-- RLM: A clue, kid. I'm a super huge, uh, wrestling celebrity. YF: --Girl-- RLM: You'll, uh, be a... you know, woman... soon? What's your point? I'll tell you what! I'll make YOU a woman soon! {Um... awkward silence.} RLM: What I, uh, what I mean by t.. uh..that... YF: --Scout-- RLM: My opponents? Nah, unneccessary. They're a bunch of geekbots like Seth Kinsey and, uh, Eric Dane. Psh posh. With the combined might of Rockwell LeMaster and The Great DAVE, I've got this thing locked the frig up, Kitten. YF: --Cookie-- RLM: You like "Cookie" better than Kitten? Huh, Okay then. I've got this thing locked the frig up, Cookie! YF: What? RLM: What? {...what?} RLM: What do you want, kid? An autograph? A glossy? Directions? What? Want me to tell you about the time I kicked Santy Claus' ass on New Years Eve? Or the time I brought international sensation The Great DAVE to this country from that mighty bear of a country, Asia? What can I do for you? I'm busy? This, uh... this freakin' Wetzels Pretzels opens in like 12 minutes and I'm doing some heavy duty strategerizing beforehand. YF: What are you even talking about? RLM: Don't play the sass game with me, little kid, you'll LOSE. [Hey, hey, hey, what is going on here!?] {Who the hell are you? Mr. Belding?} [You've TOTALLY lost control of this thing.] {No, it's cool. We're good. This is the part--} [He's never gonna win on the strength of THIS shit. Let me see if I can save it.] {No! I won fair and square.} [I'll pull some strings. You want your picture taken with Elvis Sunday?] {Boy, do I.} [I'll make a call. Anyway...] [Rockwell stands up, walks far far away from the little kid and goes somewhere cool; look we're on short time here, so try and use your imagination. Rockwell addresses the camera directly.] RLM: People think I'm a joke. They think I'm the comic relief; the bumbling stooge... the butt of the joke. "Hey! Need a buffoon? Call Rock." And I play that role, because I'm damn good at it. But Rockwell LeMaster is much more than a clown. You don't become Head of the Class at The House of Pain by being a joke. You don't acquire a skill-set like this by making sausage-eatin' geekbots laugh. And you know what? You don't win gold in this place by doing pieces of business with freakin' Santa Claus. [Rockwell keeps talking. I'm surprised he had this in him. I feel somewhat responsible. I don't have a face, but I'd be smiling proudly right now if I were to have one.] RLM: You win gold in this place by throwing about 15 pieces of crap out of the ring. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt and NEXT, this is official warning: There is a madness.. to The Method. [Hey, a legit catchphrase!] RLM: Aaaand that's how totally NOT to "cut a promo." Snoozefest, am I right? Quick, someone, uh, someone pass me some uppers. Haha, uppers. 'Cuz I was falling asleep. [Kill me now.] [Fade out.] {Wait, not yet.} [...] {Quit being bitches.} [Done?] {...yes.} [Fade o-] {BABABOOEY} [...out.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 4 =*=*=*=*=*= [Carson City, Nevada.] [Just under a week ago.] [If you knew your wrestling history you'd know that a small promotion called Silver State Wrestling used to run out of the ballroom of Midnight's Casino in Carson City. You'd also know that Eric Dane was the second ever and greatest Heavyweight Champion in SSW history.] [Now that that's cleared up, we continue.] [Inside the ballroom at Midnight's there is still a wrestling ring set up. It hasn't seen any shows or events in almost three years, but some of Nevada's resident wrestlers, IE: Team Danger, have the special privilege, given by casino-owner Jason Mezzonote himself, to use the ring.] [Since our heroes make their home at The Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, it's not but a hop skip and a jump over to Carson City where they sometimes wrestle for Carson City Wrestling. However, that's another story; this is about NEXT.] [The ring is old and beaten, no apron, just black canvas with a few duct-taped spots to strengthen up the week spots in the canvas.] [What happens first is that Tyrone Walker sends his friend, partner, and fellow Team Danger member Eric Dane right over the top ropes and to the floor.] TW: And NEEEEEWWWWWWW NEXT Heavyweight Champion of BEER AND BRATWURST!!!! Thhhhhhhhhhe BLLLLLAAAAAAAAAACK JAAAAAAAAAYSUS!!! [Slowly Dane makes it to his feet and rolls back into the ring.] ED: Yeah, right. My turn. [With a wink and a knowing grin, The Only Star grabs Walker and sends him flying up and over. The Black Jesus lands on his feet, but nevertheless is "eliminated."] ED: Ha! Beat that, fucker. TW: Bah! [Walker hops up on to the apron before slinging himself over, then charging Dane, lifting him off the mat and trying to dump him over the top, but Dane holds on and takes Walker with him, causing both to tumble to the floor below.] TW: You touched first, WINNAH!!! [Walker raises his hands in mock victory. Fun times.] ED: One foot, motherfucker, you lose. [It's true, Dane is balancing on one foot.] TW: *blink* That's just gay. ED: Quiet, homo. [Walker scoffs again before sliding back into the ring. Hitting the ropes and bouncing to a stop in the middle, while the Only Star noticeably takes his time.] TW: Jeez, old man, what's the hold up... [Walker laughs, Dane does not.] ED: Fucked up my knee again against Jishu. I should have known better than to hit that Falling Star Press. [Dane rolls into the ring, shaking out his knee a bit.] TW: [nod] So you going to actually try and win this one? [Dane cocks his pierced brow at this.] TW: Or you just gonna bitch out and let me win again? [Smirk.] ED: Heh, I let you have the last one. [Dane and Walker circle each other a bit.] ED: This one's mine, along with that World Title next month. [Walker lets his head rock back with laughter.] TW: Cocky sum'bitch. [The two continue circling.] [And circling.] TW: Besides... [Again and again.] TW: I think... [One more time for luck?] TW: Gonna go for that Jiatsu deal... [Dane stops in his tracks.] ED: What? I thought you gave that shit up? TW: [nod] I did... [He then drop toe holds him to the mat and laughs again.] TW: Sucker! [Dane scrambles to his feet and catches Walker in a deep Japanese Armdrag. Walker no-sells it and steps back up and into another one.] ED: Who's the sucker now? [Walker charges in and the two lock up. The jockey for position before trading a few grapples and reverses ending with both men standing in the center of the ring.] TW: It's a draw! [Ty extends his hand, which Dane blinks at, Ty shrugs with an all too innocent smile on his face. Dane reaches for the hand and Ty flinches, making Dane pause, then taking the hand and yanking Ty forward and swinging with a short-arm clothesline. Walker thinks fast, hooking the arm and going behind Dane, then taking his legs out before stepping over him and mockingly slapping his head a few times like he was some rookie punk...] ED: [muffled] *motherfucker* TW: [celebrating]: YEH!! WHO DA MAN!! [Dane pulls Ty down, tripping his feet before darting up and doing the same to Walker, before hooking his legs in a wheelbarrow and threatening to KNEE SMASH him right in his junk.] ED: Fucker, I'll break your shit! [Ty is of course quick to relent.] TW: Yeah, yeah, alright, let me go... [He doesn't.] TW: Okay, seriously... [Nothing.] ED: Say it. TW: Hell no! [Dane threatens the knee again.] ED: SAY IT! [Walker sighs.] TW: Fine! I'm your bitch... ED: Damn right, whore. [Dane lets go, he wouldn't have done this for anyone else. Ty gets up, dusting himself off.] TW: Damn, nigga, you know how to hurt a cracka's feelings, like damn... nigga. [For those of you who have forgotten, Tyrone Walker is the fully grown version of Buckwheat, IE: a black guy with an afro.] [Dane extends a fist, Walker bumps it.] ED: That's enough practice for one day, eh? TW: [nod] Word, let's go get some booze and whores and see what damage we can create. ED: Good plan. [And that is that, a practice-session for the upcoming Royal Rumble in NEXT is completed, only to be followed by some good ol' fashioned debauchery.] [Bet you wish you could see that part.] [End.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 5 =*=*=*=*=*= [Recorded earlier:] "When I told my brother I was coming to Milwaukee, he didn't understand." [The voice drifts in, slightly echoing. We see the owner of said voice, leaning over the railing of wrap-around balcony in the upper-level of The Rave Hall. His black hair is unkempt and shaggy, sweeping to the right over his emerald-green eyes. With both of his elbows on the railing, he reaches up with his left hand and absent-mindedly rubs the scruff that has accumulated on his face. His clothing is simple: loose-fitting utility jeans and a form-fitting black "Wilco" t-shirt.] [His name is Tyler Lee, and his glance falls down into the empty Rave Hall where the ring for the evening's NEXT event has already been set up -- surrounded by empty folding chairs.] TL: "See, for him, it's all right to leave our family's wrestling school. He's been helping our father train prospective wrestlers for the majority of his life since he turned pro. He hasn't had the experiences that I've had. He hasn't wrestled in all the countries that I have. To be so young, I've already had a long and fulfilling career -- an enviable career, if you will. So, it seemed only natural that I head on home to Miami. It seemed like the perfect thing to do. To become a trainer at the Heatwave Wrestling Dojo -- the school my grandfather started when he retired from the business, and my father runs now -- seemed like my destiny at the time." [Purveying the empty arena below him, he speaks evenly. As is the norm, a slight smirk is etched on his face.] TL: "But I *refuse* to accept that destiny." [The smirk vanishes.] TL: "Oh, I tried doing it for a while. I tried holding the hand of every pathetic wretch who ever came through that school. Ever since the last promotion I was in closed, ever since I went home to try and straighten things out -- to assess my life -- and see what direction I should head in next, I've been telling these 'wrestlers' that they're getting better. That they have what it takes to make it in the business -- after they've made their payments, of course. That *they* are the future of the industry." [He scoffs lightly.] TL: [Low] "The 'future'..." [Pausing, he rolls his eyes and gives a quick shake of his head.] TL: "I grew tired of telling these lies -- tired of coddling the *hopeless*. So I bit my tongue. I did my job. I taught them the fundamentals. I trained them to be technically sound. But they don't have what it takes. They didn't love the game like I did. And I couldn't stomach being near them. But that... that's when I started hearing rumblings of NEXT." [As he says the name of the promotion, his eyes light up a little -- almost hungrily. He clasps his hands together in front of him before continuing.] TL: "A part in the clouds appeared, and through it came a beam of sunlight -- or some bullshit like that. For me, it was more than that. It was *hope*. A chance to get out of this mundane life I'd somehow fallen into. A chance for me to be a *champion* again. I didn't know much about the place; I only knew that it was young and already garnering its fair share of buzz. So, I decided to check it out. I ordered the DVDs. I watched the first few shows." [Standing up straight, he places his hands on the railing in front of him. He lifts up his left leg slightly, bending it at the knee a few times, stretching it out. He glances over his shoulder at the camera, then back down to the empty scene below.] TL: "I was impressed with what I saw. Guys with a hunger that I hadn't seen in a long time. Actual athletes who put on some of the best performances I've seen in years. I saw... Eric Dane. A man I knew once upon a time. A man who claimed to be trying to bring the prominence of *wrestling* back to North America. There he goes again, 'The Only Star', blazing a trail like only he can. And if that wasn't enough, Ty Walker was right there with him." [Lee's tongue passes over his lips, moistening them. His lips curl into a smirk.] TL: "Ya see, that's fine and dandy by me. I wholeheartedly agree with Mr. Dane. North American 'wrestling' is sorely lacking, but I'm not going to let Eric change that all on his own. Oh no, I plan on doing my fair share. But the difference is, I don't plan on making a campaign out of it. I could care less about letting *the fans* know of my intentions. After I put on clinic after clinic, after I win one match of the year candidate after another, you'll see *exactly* what kind of mark I intend on leaving on the industry." [His eyes narrow a little as he continues.] TL: "I may not know who all of you are yet. I may not know how people like Tobias Chapel Smith and Johnny F'n Malibu work -- what makes them tick. But I *will* find out. And *nothing* will stand in my way. I've sat idly by for *far* too long now. It's been too long since I've been at the top; it's due time I bask in the glory of victory." [He lets out a derisive snort.] TL: [Sneering] "And that glory will come at *your* expense." [A wink to go with the smirk.] TL: "*Trust me*." [With that, we cut elsewhere.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 6 =*=*=*=*=*= [Earlier this afternoon.] [Backstage at The Rave Hall.] [Various wrestlers are coming and going, on their way to what passes as 'catering' in NEXT Wrestling, or taping their own segments, you know how it goes.] [Standing in front of your run of the mill NEXT logo banner with the NEO-I insignia in the corner is the man who was taken to his limits and beyond by Ran Jishu on New Years Eve, one Eric Dane.] [His chest is covered by a TEAM DANGER Hockey Jersey, but if you could see it bare you'd see the remnants of a brutal chop- fest that has yet to fully heel.] [The Only Star removes his sunglasses and gets this show on the road.] ED: Jishu-san I must say, I wasn't expecting you to come at me with the intensity and spirit that you brought last month. There were a few times when I thought that I'd be lucky to make it out of that match without need of a stretcher, and about half-way through I completely forgot about winning and began concentrating on surviving. I must say that was the most grueling match I've had in years, and should you ever crave the chance to test your Fighting Spirit against me again, all you have to do is ask. You, Jishu-san, are a great competitor and a boon to NEXT Wrestling, it would be an honor to have a rematch with you, even if it does damn near tear a pectoral muscle in the process. [Dane nods his respect.] ED: Just leave your mouthpiece at home next time. [Smirk.] ED: Now, moving right along… Tonight we're going to have us a good ol' fashioned Rumble for the vacant Wisconsin State Title. What that means is not only do I have to worry about idiots like Steve Greedy or Johnny Malibu jumping on me from behind, but at some point during this match I'll probably be in the ring with ten or fifteen guys. Ten of fifteen guys who would all love to make their name in NEO International by being the one with the good luck to catch me off guard long enough to dump me out of the ring. [The Only Star chuckles to himself.] ED: And that's fine with me. I'm used to having a target painted on my back. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. This way there won't be any excuses from any little whiners claiming that they didn't get their shot. Tonight everyone gets a shot. Tonight everyone gets their chance to get over, to make their name… [Pause.] ED: Tonight everyone gets their chance to wear the gold. [He stops again, letting that sink in.] ED: NEXT is filled to the brim with potential talent. You've got a lot of young guys running around here that are going to be World Champions some day. You've even got guys like Messiah and Tobias Chapel Smith who could be World Champions if they weren't busy stabbing each other with forks and jumping off of balconies, but hey, to each his own. [Dane runs a hand through his brown/blond hair before going on.] ED: Any idiot can tell you that no amount of wrestling skill is going to win this Rumble tonight. It's going to take determination, an iron will, never-ending resilience, and a whole hell of a lot of luck. There's going to be assholes and elbows flying everywhere once the bell rings tonight, and anyone who tells you that he's going to win on skill alone is lying to you. Not here, not now… Not tonight. [Another pause, dramatic even.] ED: I've shown that I can take a beating, and I've shown that I can give one. Tonight it's all about survival, who can play the odds and put themselves in the right places at the right times. But Johnny Malibu… Let me find you tonight, and everything else is out the window. You run your mouth like a veteran, and boy, you don't have anything to back it up with. If you remember right around Christmas time I single-handedly destroyed your hand-picked Team Malibu, and that mouth of yours is just about to get you in trouble. [A knowing smirk settles over his lips.] ED: Just remember kid, I warned you. [And with that The Only Star walks out of the picture, on his way no doubt to pick at the half-empty platter of Popeye's chicken left on the catering table.] [End.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 7 =*=*=*=*=*= [From static we go to a single sound byte.] SR: “That’s Johnny Detson, Johnny Detson is here in NEXT!! I don’t know why, but Johnny Detson is here in NEXT!! [The static disappears as we see a man dressed in a black jump suit stuffing items into a duffel bag. That man is our hero, Johnny Detson. Detson is soon met by NEXT reporter Eric Hurley, Detson sneers at the sight of someone else by his side.] Detson: “Now what the hell do you want?” Hurley: “Just a word…” Detson: “You want to know why I’m here?” [Hurley affirms with a nod.] Detson: “You want to know why I did what I did out there tonight?” [Another nod from Hurley.] Detson: “Well that’s just too damn bad! What you think I have time to waste talking to people like you. You’re a brief step up from talking to jack-o’s like Kinsey! You want to know? You think the enticing fact that seventy people might watch this DVD as opposed to the ten in the stands tonight will get me to talk? You, Kinsey, this place… is one big pile of garbage!” [Detson continues shoving stuff into his bag, not even looking at Hurley as he rants.] Detson: “Here Kinsey is with everything at his feet! He has it, not talent, but a last name. That one thing in this business that will take you to places you’ve never been. Every door opens when you have it. Me? I got ridiculed when I used fame to open the door. This jack-o? He gets praised, he gets noticed!” [Detson stops and slings the bag over his shoulder. He starts for the door.] Hurley: “But…” [Detson stops and glares at Hurley with a ‘you still following me?’ look.] Detson: “But what? Are people unhappy with what I did? Too bad! I do things on my terms. I’m here to enhance the stock of this nickel and dime company, NOT TO WRESTLE! I thought I made that clear.” [Detson stops in his tracks and faces Hurley for the first time.] Detson: “Now I was watching a few weeks ago, and I heard Kinsey running his mouth and who did he call out? Courtade? Is that it? Now I don’t know Courtade from a hole in the wall so I could careless that he called him out.” [Detson points a finger right into Hurley's chest.] Detson: “Then New Year’s Eve, he went off again and call his cousin to the ring. Well that’s just sweet. A little sibling rivalry never hurt anything, so I can’t be mad at that.” [Detson pulls his finger back and snorts out a small laugh out of either anger or frustration.] Detson: “And who was it this week? And does it really matter?” [Detson shakes his head back and forth.] Detson: “Well Kinsey wants to wrestle a legend, like its so awe inspiring. Kid, legends are a dime a dozen; hell anybody who has more wins than losses in this business calls themselves a legend. And the ones that don’t having it burning inside their mind that they are! The word legend was desensitized so long ago that it has no meaning.” [Detson laughs.] Detson: “What I said out there stands; all Kinsey is, is a big ol’ pile of nepotism that they slapped some tights on and called a wrestler. I am Kinsey’s better, nothing else needs to be said besides that!” Hurley: “But…” [Detson quickly covers Hurley’s mouth with his hand.] Detson: “Nothing else needs to be said besides that! Now it’s the middle of winter and I’m in Milwaukee, do you know how depressing that is?” [Detson stops and looks Hurley over.] Detson: “Yeah I can imagine you do.” [With that Detson laughs and walks out the door.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 8 =*=*=*=*=*= [ORANGE~!] Yes, everything is orange, but as the techno-post-production goons get to work, slowly but surely we mind melt into a sunny Hawaiian day.] [Standing before us in full view is the fun-tastic Elvis Sunday. An open, white shirt gives us a glimpse of his dark, toned stature. And, if you look closely, you can see that his 3 chest hairs are orange enough to compliment the truly marvellous orange Afro that sits atop his scalp.] “What a great day.” [He has a singing voice y’know. And a button nose.] “Here I am, back in sunny Hawaii after spending the last month freezing my Honolulu’s off in Milwaukee.” [In his left hand, he is holding an overly elaborate cocktail, attached to his right is the overly underdressed Happiness.] “I tell ya’, it’s going to be tough to leave this beautiful beach behind, get togged up in my thermals and head back to Milwaukee... ...Ha, who’m I kidding! Stepping out in front of the NEXT fans on New Years Eve rates as one of the best moments of my young life and I am chomping at the bit to get back to the Rave and strut my stuff once again... ...Another great day!” [A sip of the cocktail as Happiness, head out of shot but blonde locks flowing, moves behind our pint-sized hero and slowly begins to rub his shoulders.] “Speaking of Great...and in particular, THE NOT AT ALL AND DOWNRIGHT WILL NEVER EVER EVER BE GREAT’S...! [Smirk] Great Dave, after your cunning stunt last week as part of the UBER-EVIL RUDOS TRIO OF DOOM [~!] you better hope someone ties your bootlaces together backstage before you get hit by a Flyin’...and Rumblin’ Hawaiian! One thing’s for sure, get within cheating distance of me and you won’t be needing your translator to tell you that Elvis has surely...rocked the building!” [Though, if you are hearing impaired it will be subtitled.] “Hipahipa!” [And, with that, we fade, TO ORANGE NO LESS~!] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 9 =*=*=*=*=*= [The camera fades in on the Rave. Yes folks it's the home of NEXT Wrestling, currently empty at the moment as things are gearing up for the next show. Everything is set up however and the ring stands proudly in the middle of the arena and standing proudly in the middle of that ring is Justin Harper. Dressed casually in jeans and a button down shirt, Justin is leaning against on of the ring posts.] Justin: It seems the more things change, the more things stay the same here in NEXT. Sure I got a win over Mr. Bitch, but once again bad refereeing let's Steve Greedy get an undeserved win. However, I'm not here to complain about that. I've got bigger things on my plate. The Royal Rumble for the NEXT Heavyweight Title for example. [Harper stretches a bit, walking to the middle of the ring and looking around at the empty seats.] Justin: In just a short while this entire building will be full of people, people cheering wildly as they experience the best professional wrestling has to offer as 30 men enter this very ring in order to fight for the biggest prize NEXT has to offer. Who will it be? They wonder. Who will take the big strap and enter the history books as the first ever NEXT champion? [A smile spreads over Justin's face as he pictures it mentally, anybody who knows Harper knowing already that this is a man who loves competition. Be it somebody like Messiah or a monster like Tobias Chapel Smith, Justin will not back down.] Justin: I'm sorely tempted to claim that I will come out the champ, but even I'm not that confident. At least not confident to guarantee myself the victory on national TV. Let the Steve Greedy and Mr. Bitch's of the world pull stunts like that I say, and laugh at them when they fail. [A dark look flashes through Justin's eyes for a moment, one gets the impression that he's not at all amused that Messiah is to be fighting in the Neo-I Title Tournament with him later this year. However, having dubbed his new nemesis Mr. Bitch, Justin clearly seems loath to bitch about that fact himself.] Justin: I mean seriously, nobody can accurately predict a Royal Rumble, it's really foolish to even try. I mean I could get the final number and be sitting sitting pretty or I could get number one and have to fight through 29 other guys to get to the championship. Everybody else in this thing is just as eager to win that title as I am after all, some might even claim they want it more. Not that I belive them of course. [Justin chuckles and winks playfully, jogging in place a bit to work off some excess energy. After all, Justin Harper is hardly ever nervous. At least not that he'll admit to anybody else. At least not in public.] Justin: I've won some titles before of course, in other feds but none quite as big as this one. Justin Harper, NEXT Heavyweight Champion does have a nice ring to it and Milwaukee could do worse for a champion. I've got the drive, I've got the skills and I've got the strength. Any other time I'd say that was all I need to accomplish my goals. Hell, it might be all I need. We'll just have to see. But it's gonna be one heck of a ride, won't it? [Justin grins as the camera fades to black.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 10 =*=*=*=*=*= (The scene opens backstage at The Rave as the 6'7" tall "Kowboy" Corwin paces back and forth in front of a tour poster advertising tonight's big Royal Rumble for the NEXT Heavyweight Championship. Dressed in a pair of black jeans, his trademark black stetson, and a Bucky "The Badger" Blutarski "Hometown Hero" t-shirt, Corwin still proudly carries the fading bruises from last month's New Year's Countdown Timebomb Deathmatch as he turns to face the camera.) CORWIN: "You know, tonight's supposed to be one of the biggest nights of my life. "I mean, I'm the number one contender to the Northeastern Jisatsu Title and I've got a shot, along with all the other wrestlers in this company, of bein' crowned the first ever NEXT Heavyweight Champion... "But, instead of feelin' good about that...instead of feelin' like I could own the world...all I feel is contempt for the man who ruined my right to celebrate by stickin' his nose into places it didn't belong." (Corwin pauses.) CORWIN: "And, yes, Tobias Chapel Smith, I'm talkin' about you. "'Cause, instead of refereein' my match on New Year's Eve against 'Three Bee' Bucky Blutarski, you disgraced the uniform you were supposed to represent and the title you _claim_ to defend by sittin' on the sidelines the whole fuckin' match and only gettin' your sorry ass involved when it was safe for you to do the most amount of damage with the least amount of risk. "And where are we now because of that? We're here at The Rave... "_Without_ the 'Hometown Hero' of NEXT... "'Cause Bucky Blutarski might never fuckin' wrestle again. And I blame that all on you, Tobias, on you...the biggest fuckin' coward I ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on." (Another pause.) CORWIN: "So, tonight, when you're out there in that ring hopin' to win yourself the number one title here in NEXT, I'll be out there lookin' to stop you, no matter what the cost. "And if comin' after you means goin' through every man in that ring and then some, then I guess the devil had damn well better be ready... "'Cause this Royal Rumble might just turn into the biggest fuckin' sinkhole he's ever seen!!" (And FADE.) =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 11 =*=*=*=*=*= [In.] [Boulder, Colorado. Winter is still nipping at the air, a chilly breeze blowing amongst the plains. In our view is a small, yet cozy looking house surrounded by a pretty large lot of mainly grass. Trees are scattered lightly around as we make our way to the front porch.] [Sitting in a wooden chair on top of the porch is Eric "The Messiah" Draken, a look of happiness laid across his face. "Noticing" the cameraman making his way up the steps Messiah offers him a seat across from him. Our view shortens a bit with the seating of the cameraman. Messiah is dressed in blue jean pants with boots resting at his feet, and a black tank top covering his torso. His brown hair is cut neatly and scruff has made its way across Messiah's face. The cameraman must be a little shocked at both the attire and the hospitality shown by the man because a smile lights up the face of Messiah before he begins to speak.] M: It's beautiful out here, isn't it? [Messiah looks around, waving his hand to try and coerce our view to show the landscape once again.] M: This is where I spent the last two years of my life away from wrestling. It was different, ya' know? Not being out there and laying my body on the line for the prize, unable to compete night in and night out. I have to admit, it ate away at me to not have those chances. It shows you how life can take everything from you in the matter of an instant. [A snap of his fingers accentuates the thought.] M: I know, I know, you've heard it all before. The funny thing is though, no matter how many times someone says it you always think it's a cliche. It's not. There is nothing more true in this world than what you have right now, this very moment. I've brought myself back though, for better or for worse and even though it pains me to say, I have stuck to the plan so far. Now I get my second chance. Another try to get back on top. This weekend, myself and God knows how many other guys are going to be fighting for a prize. A prize that means more to me than you could ever even attempt to believe. [Messiah rubs at his arms, trying to warm himself from the chill.] M: About a month and a half ago I stepped back into the ring for the first time in a long time. That night, along with Tobias Chapel Smith I achieved victory. Since then, it's been tough to have any sort of success at all. After Justin Harper got a surprise win over me the whispers started flowing around the locker room. Everyone was saying that I had lost a step, that I was over-rated. Even talks that maybe I was living off of the little bit of name-value that proceeded me before NEXT. Then, Christmas at Ground Zero. It looked to me like I may be able to prevail for my team but Eric Dane ended those hopes and came out victorious. Now? The whispers became murmurs, those guys in the back are just frothing at the mouth to put a nail in my coffin. Whether they'd like to admit it or not, every single man that steps into the ring for that Wisconsin State Title rumble match will want to be the one to eliminate me. [Messiah stares off into the distance, an honest look of fear covering his face. Looking almost too ashamed to look into the camera, he continues.] M: Maybe they're right? Maybe I am nothing like I used to be, maybe I am over-rated and maybe, just MAYBE I don't have what it takes to even touch that Wisconsin State Title. Or maybe I do? You see, throughout my career I've fought many a tough man and even ended a few careers myself. Did it make me feel good? [A turn back to the camera reveals a grin, not the least bit one of happiness.] M: You're GOD-DAMN right it did. I will NOT stand by like some washed-up, old has-been and let anyone ruin what I've done before or what I've yet to do. Everyone in this match can hope, wish, and pray that they'll be the one to end me. [Messiah stands up from his chair, his voice rising as he speaks.] M: All that is fine and dandy but know this! I will not go down, and I WILL NOT BE DENIED WHAT IS MINE! If any of you even _THINK_ that you are on the same level as me then you can just _TRY_ and knock me out. It will all be for naught in the end, because when that bell rings? I will stand on top, bodies strewn below alongside all the others that have faced me, this is my destiny... Open up, your Messiah is here. [Out.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 12 =*=*=*=*=*= [Fade in to a grainy, handheld camera view of an early, early morning mist. The fog is thick, but not overbearing.. as droplets of water cut through it and displace themselves upon the slick, brownish-green blades of grass below. While visibility is nowhere near at a standard level.. a small, thatch building lies ahead no more than fifteen yards from view. The sun has begun it's slow creep upwards from the east.. directly behind the positioning of the handheld.. which helps illuminate and accentuate the building and the shadows accompanying it.] [It is at that point that the camera begins to move forward. The view slightly jars with every single step the presumed cameraman takes towards the building.. stopping at a halt in front of a solid, midnight blue-and-black painted wooden door. It is slightly ajar.. as a small ray of yellow light peers from the crease.. jolting in an array of spectral colors upon hitting the slow-rolling fog. As the camera moves closer.. the door slowly creaks open.. allowing passage into what seems to be a one room building.] [Upon entrance.. the camera seems to stop at a fixed direction.. the feed still rolling.. capturing the entire landscape before it. The interior walls are wooden and rather rundown.. with a small alcove jutting into each side of the wall. Inside one alcove, on a raised, white marble platform is a sculpture of a woman. Her body woven in a flowing gown.. she sports six arms on her upper torso.. each of which brandishing an exotic looking sword. Her legs are crossed at the knees.. making it appear as though she is floating on air.] [The other alcove has a very modest sculture of Buddha sitting atop a pedastal. Set up the floor before the alcoves are six white candles set in a semi-circular fashion. And in the center of the room lies nothing more than a ragged mess of hand-me-down blankets and bedding. At the edge of the bedding sits a man, cross-legged.. facing away from the camera.] [His shaved head is accentuated by a circular portion of hair left to grow into a long, black pony-tail.. not unlike your typical Tibetan Monk would fashion. He sports a rather ragged pair of brown, loose-fitting pants, and a long-sleeved but light, brown cotton shirt. He seemingly stares at nothing at in particular.. as the wall in front of his bears no markings.. just a blank wall.] [But those in NEO-I know of this newcomer to the shores of the promised land. And those of FSW have seen the carnage he can bring when caged like an animal. This is Hantu Penyardin.. the one those in his village used to refer to as.. The Malayan Vampire. And his ears are very sharp.. for he speaks not soon after the camera cuts into view.. speaking, but not turning to face.] Penyardin: [shallow] Why.. are you here? Do you not have an obligation elsewhere, far down the coast of this beloved yet wretched continent? Do you not already have a home? A chosen mass to rest your claws? A poor homeless fool to pick on? [A slight bow of his head.. a grumbling sigh erupts at a very low decibel level.. something that would make the local dogs bark.. but alas..] Penyardin: With all that is good in life to a beast such as yourself.. why disrupt it all in the flash of a lightning strike? Why break the unspoken bond between responsibility and the NEO-International way? Why? Why? [He snaps his head up.. rolling his neck to a sick crackling sound before picking up where he left off..] Penyardin: Why not? [A small, barely audible chuckle erupts.. the sounds echoing off this small chamber casting a hollow and harrowing vocal portrayal..] Penyardin: A beast is free to roam it's landscape in search of the greatest source of desire is it not? A herbivore searches for the best source of greenery.. A carnivore searches for the best source of nutrition.. And a serial killer searches for the best source of prey.. So why cannot I.. the Malayan Vampire.. search for the greatest source of self-induced pain? Misery on a national level? And subject those bold enough to stand in my way.. to that which strikes them as life-threatening? [Another deep breath.. almost a gasp.. before it relaxes into a constant, steady rhythmic pattern.] Penyardin: Questions need only be answered when that answer is not easily obtained. Those spoken here.. have been asked of myself.. and yet the reply lays barren, desolete.. for it needs no regurgitation.. no resuscitation.. because we all know the cycle of a beast.. and how it pertains to the expressions before us. It is most simple in it's ability to change.. To adapt.. And to survive. [A slight nod.. slight, but purposeful.] Penyardin: Florida State Wrestling.. I began adaptation.. I began to circumvent the things harmful to a productive environment.. I even began to.. ..believe. But the instincts of the Malayan Vampire now lead me away.. to crimson pastures.. To a place where the livestock that is the living soul.. is still fresh and still salvagable for harvest. Not tainted by societies' misconceptions and corrupted, beleaguered standards. [A pause.. still no sign of turning to face.. perhaps this is how he wants to go about his business.] Penyardin: The migration of the beast.. has led me to you, NEXT. A place where a beast such as myself can be allowed freedom to roam even if it goes largely unsanctioned. A place where men like Tobias Chapel Smith can get a second chance at life.. through every single stitch.. ..every single victim.. ..and every single victory. [Another very purposeful nod.] Penyardin: So, tonight.. I appeared to the shock and awe of the ones who fear me the most.. and I conquered and claimed as much area as a beast can in a single stroke of territorial dominance.. ..hatred.. ..and greed. But that, women.. children.. prey.. _That_ was just the beginning. For the Malayan Vampire has landed.. ..and the hunt.. ..has undeniably begun. [Fade out.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 13 =*=*=*=*=*= "Eric Dane, my vacation is over, please promptly return my spotlight." [You know whose voice it is.] [Johnny F'n Malibu stands in front of his personalized logo, "NEXT = JF'nM!" The letters are pretty and electrifying but not as spectacular as the well dressed, at times well mannered, and all around super nice guy, Johnny F'n Malibu. Johnny is dressed up in an over priced white Armani dress shirt with black slacks and an enormous silver belt buckle with the famed A|X logo on it. His honey brown hair is laid neatly over his left shoulder as his facial expression is somewhat unnoticed with the immaculant heart-shaped Johnny-Shades covering the majority of his face.] [Malibu looks relaxed and well rested, his physique well represented in his for the most part, tight fitting ensemble. Johnny tilts his head both ways, almost surveying his surroundings before he gets things started. Finally, he greets us once more with his quick talking Southern California drawl.] JFM: This past week your name has been mentioned more times than mine and this is a troublesome thing, Eric. It seems that in my brief absense where I was busy touring children's hospitals and strip clubs after my magnetic impromptu battle royal victory in NEXT, a man by the name of "The Only Star" has become the hot topic from everyone's mouths. Now, I'm not one to boast and brag about my accomplishments but I am a former IWE World Champion god dammit and I will not have this Brady Bunch reject stealing my thunder! What I is see is a lot of wasted breath. I see people talking their heads off about his impact that he's openly admitted he just stole from the Johnny F'n Malibu book of "Quick Steps to Success" from when I arrived in NEXT. He's beaten an overweight cumbucket like Ran Jishu and all of a sudden he's an early favorite to take home the Wisconsin Heavyweight Title. Such a thrilling topic but really, the only time we've actually interacted I got the best of him and stood in front of the entire NEXT audience as not so shocking winner of the match. [Johnny lifts up a certificate he was awarded after his monumental battle royal victory.] JFM: Yet this god forsaken fed will forever keep trying to stick people up against me because they want that next big star, no pun intended. A one man fed doesn't really work so well when I keep ridiculing and berating their monthly poster boy and it begins to look bad. I understand the economics of this. That's where the Eric Dane's of this world come from. Wallace Storm and his monopoly board shoot them out of their ass once a week like a cannon. Hello Eric, I don't think we've ever formely met. [He waves.] JFM: You, much like Jaiden Andrews, have not really advanced your station in this fed at my expense thus far but have somehow managed to leapfrog me when it comes to consideration for who the heavy favorite is for tonight's big encounter. So bravo my brother, bravo. But you want to know the difference between you and I, Eric? [Johnny leans forward.] JFM: You involve fags like Tyrone Walker in your little renegade marching band in some hopeless attempt to look intimidating and I bitchslap fags like him on a weekly basis just for the hell of it. That's the difference between you and I, your help will forever be my leftovers. You and everyone else will all be jockeying for second place and deep down inside I kind of like it. Most of you won't even be talking about who is going to win the match just debating who deserves the right to be there in the end. Except for Rockwell Lemaster who is out there doing god knows what with prostitutes and awful in-rings. But that's another story for another day. It's your evolution here in NEXT that appauls me, Eric. Granted, my evolution here in wrestling has not been a very dramatic process, I'll give the world that. I can't see myself ever not being basically the same obnoxious jackass I was a year or two ago when I strutted onto the scene in the IWE. Am I supposed to be ashamed of that, of my success? I am proud that despite some of the adversity I have faced, I am still Johnny F'n Malibu. I am still the same guy who literally built his first fed name on his and his back alone and I will probably have to do it here once more. This company won't change me as much as I will change it and that's a fact. People like to be disgusted and annoyed with my actions at times, they want me to be ashamed of them. I don't think so. I'll dish it out here and promptly take it back in return a time or two and through it all I won't lose my aura. I won't lose the Johnny F'n Malibu mystique that keeps people loving and hating me and everything I do all at the same time. But that's not what is going to make me walk out of Wisconsin a champion tonight, my aura doesn't win wrestling matches. I do. I walked into IWE in my debut and won their royal rumble. I walked into NEXT in my first match and won a battle royal. I led the Armani Exchange into battle in NEO and claimed their trios titles in our first attempt. You jackoffs see a pattern here? [He scoffs.] JFM: Now someone out there thinks that by creating a rumble for the title that by some sheer act of God one of the twenty-whatever bastards on this roster will keep someone like_ME_from being their champion. I know deep down NEXT is dying to have a hero tonight, dying to have a guy like you Eric or Jaiden Andrews or an upstart like Kowboy Matt Corwin shut me down and carry the fed on it's shoulders. But do you want the truth people? Do you want the facts? This company needs me. This little brain fart company needs a name, the biggest name in the council, as it's champion. NEXT_NEEDS_JOHNNY F'N MALIBU! It is most certainly_NOT_the other way around. So whose going to stand in my way tonight? Who is looking to use me as their stepping stone to the top? You want fame, kids? You want gold? The road to glory and championship runs through four simple letters that will forever embed themselves into the minds of this warped little world of ours tonight... [A pause, you can feel it coming.] "...JAY..." [Smile.] "...F'N..." [Wink.] "...EMM..." [Wave.] JFM: That's who. [Black.]