[Fade to the back of the Rave. As if it were the middle of nowhere somewhere out on Highway 50 it is the same here tonight in Milwaukee. Tobias Chapel Smith has taken his best efforts to just find a small corner of the Rave with his chair and just kick back like many a nights in Pertha, Nevada. From his mouth hangs the last of a cigar, smoked down to the last ashes and enough just to wrap two of fingers around, the rest of the ash has either fallen down the front of his black "Summer of Smith" t-shirt or collected at the base of where he's sitting at. The half-breed Native American looms large in his corner of this place, and he doesn't seem all that happy about the fact he has been pulled away from his general store back home. And when he speaks it is with a deep accent.] TCS: They tell me to show up... they tell me 'dat I may or may not have myself a match tonight. So, I'm jus' 'posed to show up? I'm jus' 'posed to sit 'round here until they tell me what to do, an' I'm 'posed to be happy 'bout 'dis? I'm not... in fact doin' things by yer terms really piss me off, ya dig? [Tobias ashes part of the cigar that is hanging on for dear life regardless.] TCS: Ya see, I don't like people tellin' me where to go, what to do or when to do it. Gimmie a time an' place an' someone to fight, I'll be happy... sure, I'll play by 'dem rules. But 'dis secret shee-ot? Ya can keep it fer the sheep. I ain't no G'damned sheep. An' I don't like bein' treated like one... so, I gots to thinkin'. How do I assure myself a match here tonight? How do I make sure 'dat my trip wasn't all fer not, an' 'dat I get my turn out in 'dat ring tonight? [Tobias leans back in his chair kicking his boot up and out against a wall, using it to brace himself as he leans back with a slight smile between the gritted teeth holding onto his cigar.] TCS: An' then it hit me. The people want one thing more than anythin' else... the people crave it, they need it, an' they love it. When I scooped up Korwin an' dumped his ass right off the stage I heard the noise the people made... ...above all else, the people want blood. An' not jus' a scrape here or there, they want it flowin' an' they want it by the buckets. 'Dats it... dat's how I get into the ring tonight. [Just then Tobias reaches under his chair and pulls out a long black gym bag, slowly he unzips the bag dropping a few ashes down on the top, but he only brushes those aside with his black taped up hands. His hands scoop into the bag pulling a white towel which is quickly discarded to the side, that's when the camera's light picks up a glimmer of metal and lots of it.] TCS: Ya want buckets of blood? [Slowly his hands dip into the bag again.] TCS: Ya want see some poor bastard gettin' dropped through another table? [As he pulls out the metal object it is more obvious now, and it is a championship belt of some kind -- the words on the title can't be made out just yet.] TCS: Ya want to lose yer [bleep]in' lunch wit what I do? Ya want 'dat? [The title belt reads USJP across the bottom and Northeastern Championship across the top. The name on the plate of the title reads Tobias Chapel Smith.] TCS: Ya got it. [Tobias pulls the title up and holds it out in front of his face as he takes a long puff from the cigar. He breathes out a cloud of smoke as he chucks the remains of the cigar to the side and looks over the golden title he holds in his hands.] TCS: Tonight... we put 'dis here title on the line... let whoever thinks they is a bad mother[bleep]er challenge me for the Northeastern Jisatsu Championship belt an' try to do what no other man could do an' pin me. The only rule is, there ain't no G'damned rules... jus' the way I like it. [And with that... ...into the Rave we go. Milwaukee, Wisconsin may be cold outside but in here, it's hot! 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. This time more people are here, there's gotta be like seventy or more this time. Word is starting to get around! Lots of merchandise is being sold, many of the seemingly 18-35 make demographic have food and drink, more then most plastic cup beers. A few people wander around in the upper balcony but they look like building staff or wrestlers family. Along the railings are a few sponsors' banners: On The Border Gentlemen's Club, WHQG The Hog 102.9FM, La Perla Mexican Restaurant. An entrance curtain hangs at the back of the stage area, a meagre NEXT sign sitting right above it. A few speakers, the venues lighting system... yeah. It's not big, but it's something! Again, standing in the middle of the ring, is one Scott Rossman. He is dressed up a nice(ish) suit. Pretty standard navy blue with a white shirt. Non descript, sure, but we're here for wrestling, not this guy!] SR: WELCOME EVERYONE ONCE AGAIN TO THE RAVE AND WELCOME TO NEXT WRESTLING! [This time some fans actually hoot, holler and scream on their own. The plant still does as well, hoping to get them even louder. But hey, let's face it, the product's new and unproven, they'll come around.] SR: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a gigantic show lineup for you... ["THERE'S NO GIRLS!" yells one rowdy fan. Rossman smirks, moving across the ring to get closer.] SR: In your life, kid? Hell no. That's a face even a mother couldn't love. [The poor guy gets chided by his friends as Rossman gets back to work.] SR: Buuuuut... I can't tell you anything! The 'office'... [Complete with finger quotations!] ...told me I wasn't allowed to spoil anything. They wanted this show to be a complete surprise from top to bottom and it shall be. No spoilers from me folks. None other then... expect a couple different faces from last time. Expect the same kind of wrestling action, brutality and excitement, all upped another notch. Expect _the_ future of this business, people. Because the future... is... NEXT! [A few small NEXT chants get going, but they don't really catch on quite yet. Old Scott Rossman leaves the ring, high fiving a few fans as he makes his way up to the eagle's nest where he'll call the matches. The fans are soon quieting down, a low hum going through the arena as they discussing things amongst themselves. The relative quiet however is broken as "California Dreaming" by the Beach Boys starts playing over the house speakers and Justin Harper steps out from behind the curtain to a decent POP. Some of the fans pop because they know him from VXW or Re-RAW or from his days in RAW Carolina, some of the women pop because Justin is a good looking male, others pop simply because somebody's coming down to the ring and that means something's liable to happen! At any rate Harper walks down to the ring, dressed in his ring attire and sky blue ring jacket in anticipation of a match tonight. Once in the ring he picks up a mike.] Justin: Since I don't yet know who'll I'll be wrestling tonight, or even if I have a match, I suppose I have some time to come out here and speak my mind on a few things. For starters, my match with Steve Greedy. [The crowd boos at the mention of Greedy's name, and Justin calmly waits for them to quiet down a bit.] Justin: Now needless to say the decision in that match was somewhat controversial to say the least. According to the official decision I lost. Now if Steve Greedy actually used whatever skills he possesses to pin me I wouldn't be upset at all... But that's not what happened. [A small GREEDY SUCKS chant goes through the crowd, which causes Justin to smirk. Otherwise however, he doesn't acknowledge it.] Justin: No, the guy who cost me the match was a referee by the name of Walter Kardonni. Now you see I was pretty much dominating the match at this point, when Greedy tosses me a chair. Of course this is a pretty standard ploy from a guy like Greedy and I'm pretty sure you all saw it coming, as I did. [The crowd cheers to indicate that they did, indeed see it coming.] Justin: Walter on the other hand is unfortunately so dense that he doesn't tumble onto the blatantly obvious and falls for this little stunt, and thus I'm disqualified. [Justin is about to continue when suddenly "God Hates a Coward" by Tomahawk begins blaring through the mediocre sound system of NEXT wrestling. The crowd gives a mix pop because they don't know the music. Well, let's say there was a mixed pop until the figure stepping through the curtains turns out to be Messiah which sends the crowd into a loud heel pop. Messiah has a smirk across his face as he walks towards the ring. Walking casually up the steps he calls for another microphone and is answered much to the chagrin of the small crowd on hand.] Messiah: It's good to know that I'm loved by all of you out there! Thank you very much! [Messiah looks around, smiling even more as the boos continue. Focusing his attention back on Harper he continues.] Messiah: What's your name again? Justin....Harper is it? [Justin declines to respond, merely looking at Messiah as if to say 'Who are you and why should I care enough to acknowledge the fact that you're speaking to me?'] Messiah: Well, it's nice to meet you Justin. It really is. Now onto the business at hand. From the little bit I heard in the back it sounds as if you have a problem with the refereeing here in NEXT. Tsk..tsk...It is sad isn't it? You know I maybe with you on that end. If things went my way we may not have referees at all. Ya' see Justin, I believe in survival of the fittest. Two men enter, one man leaves. That's what I'm all about. All of my wrestling career I've had to endure the jeers from the idiots out in the audience...and why? Because I do _WHATEVER_ it takes to win. Is that such a bad thing? [Messiah shrugs and continues.] Messiah: Then once again I see guys like yourself come out here and get cheered because of your looks, because your the 'All-American Boy'. Well I have to tell ya' Justin..I don't like that too much. The bottom line of this entire matter is that last week you got outsmarted by a guy that was doing what it takes to win and succeeded in doing so. Now you come out here and complain about the matter because of your ineptitude to react with the situation?! Who do you think you are? What have you done to even deserve the right to say such things? [The crowd boos Messiah's comments and Justin scowls a little bit. That's the only negative reaction he shows as he manages to restrain himself for the moment and in fact, seemingly manages to calm down a bit, and even smiles. He gestures to Messiah as he speaks to the crowd.] Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you all recognize the EMWC's Bitch! [The crowd pops as Justin smirks. Messiah is infuriated by the remark, his face turning red and sweat beginning to trickle down his face. The fans reaction doesn't help matters out much as Justin continues.] Justin: Do you mind if I call you Mr. Bitch? Anyway Mr. Bitch, you might consider soiling yourself and fleeing the ring after a cheap trick you pulled, solely because you knew you couldn't beat your opponent one on one in the ring, survival of the fittest. However I and most people with self respect, and judging by your haircut and how you're dressed I suppose that eliminates you. [The crowd laughs and Justin grins a sardonic grin as Messiah looks like he's about to fly off the hinge from the berating he's taking from Harper.] Justin: People with dignity and self respect call that cowardice. Now, maybe you have to resort to that in order to get a victory but those of us with actual talent tend to frown upon it. So if you're quite finished Mr. Bitch, I'd like to go back to discussing things that actually matter. [Messiah, finally tired of Harper talking interrupts the youngster and begins yelling.] Messiah: MR. BITCH?! MR. BITCH!?! [Messiah moves to strike Harper but stops mid-motion...taking a deep breath.] Messiah: I won't let your infantile remarks get to me. Everyone in the building knows I'm better than you no matter if they'd like to admit it or not. [Messiah gets a smile on his face once again as Harper merely rolls his eyes. Apparently the 'I'm better than you so there!' comeback doesn't impress him much] Messiah: So I agree, let's get back onto the business at hand. Enough of the past, it's all about the present. Right now _YOU_ are the one who is sounding like a bitch, not me. Coming out here and crying because you lost won't get you anywhere. How about you actually prove yourself before you try and get cheap heat from the fans? [Another smile from Messiah. God it's got to be annoying the fans and Justin Harper by now. Messiah stares at Harper and Harper stares back. Harper does seem to be annoyed, his body language certainly betrays that. However he's also fully aware that Messiah would be quite happy to see him fly off the handle, therefore he doesn't purely to spite Messiah and the big smirk on his face betrays THAT.] Justin: Well, the only person I really see crying around here is you. I mean after all, you're the one that's pulling a tantrum because of a few little insults and it's certainly not I who's currently looking like a three year old who needs to be taken over his Daddy's knee. [Messiah's jaw visibly clenches as the crowd laughs and Harper looks quite smug. The smugness causes Messiah to get visibly angrier as all this abuse is clearly pushing him to his limits but he manages to restrain himself as Harper continues.] Justin: But I suppose you can be happy in knowing that the fans know _EXACTLY_ who you are. [Justin spreads his arms wide as he encourages the fans a big shit eating grin on his face. By this point, the chant itself is obvious.] Crowd: MIS-TER BITCH! *clap! clap! clapclapclap!* MIS-TER BITCH! *clap! clap! clapclapclap* MIS-TER BITCH! *clap! clap! clapclapclap* [Justin laughs at Messiah then the crazed wrestler clearly boils over and charges Harper! Justin quickly doffs his ring jacket as the two wrestlers meet mid ring throwing lefts and rights to the wild cheers of the fans!] DING DING! SR: And she's a go! Justin Harper and Messiah exchanging lefts and rights... and a knee by Messiah stops that! [Messiah takes the larger Harper to the ropes, grabbing his wrist. He goes for a whip but Harper solidifies his stance and reverses it, sending Messiah off the ropes... and into a big clothesline!] SR: Messiah down, Harper... back elbow! [And he keeps the attack on, putting Messiah off the ropes... "THUUUUD!" ...and over with a back body drop!! POP!] SR: Did you see how high he went?! This Justin Harper is one strong individual, throwing Messiah like it was nothing! He's is in firm control here, picking Messiah up... punch by Messiah! [And a following eye rake receives a HEEL POP!] SR: Harper blinded... and a backrake... A BACKRAKE?! Welcome 1985 to the Rave! [Harper arches, draping himself on the top rope. Messiah, rabid in his attack, leaps on his back, standing on the bottom rope, forcing his throat against the top one. The crowd is on him as Messiah spits on the floor, yelling at some fans. The ref gives a quick five, Messiah just letting go before he does, putting Harper into a modified side headlock style choke.] SR: How relentless is Messiah?! He is taking it to Justin Harper with everything he has, pulling out every cheap tactics he can to get this match at a pace he enjoys. That's pure veteranship working to the max. [Face turning red, Harper manages to get a hand behind Messiah's back, pushing him off and to the ropes. He takes a quick step forward, knocking Messiah down with a tackle on the return, hitting the ropes and running over a dropped down Messiah. Messiah gets quickly up...] SR: Hiptoss--BLOCKED! "THUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG POP!] SR: AND JUSTIN HARPER TURNS IT INTO AN S-T-O! COVER! ONE! TWO! [BOO!] SR: Messiah able to get his shoulder up after the first pin fall of this match and what should be a surefire hit of an evening! [Not done, Harper heaves Messiah up, quickly scooping him up and planting him with a body slam before hitting the ropes and leaping up... and down across the chest with a knee drop!] SR: Another quick combination and Justin Harper is really starting to dominate this match! He has Messiah up and... ouch! What a whip into the corner! [One quickly followed up with a charge... ...right into a boot to the face!] SR: Right in the mush--[OH!]--and he has his knee taken out by a dropkick! Messiah back on top! [And he stays on top by kicking at Harper's knee! The taller man tries to fight back but Messiah keeps on him, kicking at the joint while Harper is down before sliding out and pulling him.] SR: Messiah is pulling Justin Harper and... [And the crowd buzzes!] ...right to the ring post and... SLAMS THE KNEE AGAINST IT! [HEEL POP! Messiah continues to hold the leg. He motions for another... ...but doesn't do it, instead turning and wiping the sweat from his forehead... flicking it onto a group of college kids! They hate him now!] SR: Messiah is one bastard of a human being... and on the apron right now, grabbing the ropes and... "UMMMMPH!" ...SLINGSHOTS IN WITH A DOUBLE STOMP TO THE CHEST! [Which drives the wind HARD from Harper. The referee quickly checks on him, backing away as Messiah comes near, shoving a boot into his opponent's throat!] SR: And ANOTHER choke by Messiah! He doesn't have a competitive bone in his body! [Smirking evil like he grabs Harper, puts him against the turnbuckle and leans back...] "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! [And lines him up again.] "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! SR: EVIL knife edge chops and--AND HARPER TURNS HIM AROUND! [You know what's coming!] "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! "SMACK!" WHOOOOOOO! [Messiah screams in pain with each one, finally unleashing a straight kick to Harper's knee in defense! Harper falls to a knee, Messiah on him with punches to the forehead, briefly clutching his swollen chest in pain.] SR: Messiah with an assault now, punching and kicking Harper, trying to keep him down... whip off the ropes... [And Messiah ducks... telegraphing it! Harper stops and kicks upwards standing Messiah straight up! A clothesline follows...] SR: COUNTERED INTO A BACKSLIDE! [...to a SHOCKED GASP!] SR: Shoulders are down! ONE! TWO! [POP as Harper kicks out and gets up... immediately cradled by Messiah!] SR: SCHOOL BOY! ONE! TWO! SR: Messiah came close TWICE now... and slips out of the ring! Frustration is setting in here, folks. Messiah can't keep Justin Harper down and it is getting to him! [Pacing at ringside, Messiah ignores the jeers and taunts thrown at him. He shakes his head, Harper getting up... ...and put right back down as Messiah trips him up by both ankles!] SR: He wasn't frustrated! He was playing possum! A perfectly executed trickery by Messiah... AND SLAMS HAPRER'S LEG AGAINST THE APRON! [Harper clutches his knee, allowing time for Messiah to quickly slip in.] SR: Messiah in the ring now and grabs a leg... FIGURE FOUR--SMALL PACKAGE! [SHOCKED POP! Harper drags Messiah down to the mat!] ONE! TWO! [ALMOST WON! POP!] SR: SO CLOSE! Justin Harper has a chance to... kick by Messiah! "THUUUUUUUUUD!" [BOOOOO!] SR: And a DDT stops ANY momentum Justin Harper might have been mustering. Lateral press! ONE! TWO! [REF: ROPES! Crowd: POP!] SR: Justin Harper showing some great ring presence there by getting his foot up on the ropes instead of using the energy to try and kick out. [Messiah, frustrated to no end, grabs Harper and snap mares him down into the centre of the ring... locking on a sleeper!] SR: Messiah with the sleeper on in the middle of the ring. Despite his scarred body, despite the matches he has been in, Messiah is a fantastic technical wrestler when he wants to be. He once fought Mike Waldrop in a one hour Iron Man match. He can wrestle when he wants to and right now... he wants to! [He continues to strangle Harper, forearm deep against his throat. The referee is right there... and soon, so is the crowd! Messiah yells at them to shut up but they start cheering Harper on, telling him to fight it. He tries, a spark of life briefly igniting.. very briefly.] SR: It's just too tight. Messiah has it locked on Justin Harper could be out here folks! He could be going out... and yes! The referee is going to lift an arm.. [And... it falls!] SR: If it falls three times, Messiah wins this match! [And the arm is lifted again, the referee releasing it... ...watching as it falls a second time! The crowd starts cheering Harper on, calling for him to fight!] SR: One more time! The referee lifting... [And the crowd clapping...] SR: And it... ...DOESN'T FALL! [BIG ROUSING POP as Harper stops it half way, shaking vigorously! Messiah keeps stating "NO! NO!" but to no avail, Harper getting his feet under him... delivering an elbow to the stomach... then another... then another, each one getting a big POP! Broken free he runs... ...only Messiah stops him by holding his hair, dropping down and taking out his legs with a knee clip! DASTARDLY HEEL POP!] SR: Harper down after that devastating attack... and Messiah locks on a half crab! After that sleeper hold Justin harper might not have the strength to make the ropes! [But he fights, the crowd still cheering him on!] SR: What an opening bout we are witnessing here at NEXT's "Second Chance" and you know with three spots still available in the NEO International World Title tournament, everyone in the locker room is looking to impress! [And Justin Harper continues to impress, fighting to the ropes. He crawls, Messiah trying to hold him back. He crawls... and crawls... ...and gets the ropes with a final, desperate surge!] SR: HE GETS THE ROPES! [POP!] SR: Messiah must release the hold, the referee right there with the standard five... never mind. Messiah let's go... hitting a knee lift to the chest of Harper! [Which causes the bigger man to slump right back down after just getting up... but then he starts fighting back from his knee, firing off punches to the midsection!] SR: Justin Harper fighting back with passion... and gets a passionate kick to the knee again! Messiah has been CONCENTRATING on that knee all match and it is really starting to pay off. Everytime Harper tries to mount any sort of offence or comeback, Messiah goes right for the wheel. [But Harper keeps fighting back, refusing to go down! He throws desperation punches, doubling Messiah over with each one! The crowd is firmly behind him, a big punch putting Messiah back several steps... ...until he comes back in with ANOTHER knee lift!] SR: THAT stopped the flurry! [And he grabs him, whipping him... only right into a short arm clothesline! BOOO!] SR: Justin Harper is down flat... and Messiah doesn't go for the cover! He pulls him back up, trash talking him. Irish whip... [And Harper comes off the ropes, ducking a clothesline... then a back elbow... and comes back... ...both he and Messiah connecting with flattening clotheslines at the very same time! BIG COLLISION POP!] SR: Both are down! Both men are down and whoever can get up first, whoever can get to their feet the fastest could be the man to take firm control and finish this match off!! [And the crowd starts cheering louder and louder as the ref's count gets closer and closer to ten! He reaches 5... 6... 7... then two stirring. The crowd is louder still.] SR: Both men up to their feet... right hand by Messiah! One by Harper! One by Messiah! Harper! [And Messiah fires another only it's blocked, Harper rocking him with a right... and then a clothesline!] SR: Messiah down... SECOND CLOTHESLINE! "THUD!" [POP!] SR: AND A THIRD! Justin Harper is in absolute control of this bout, a performance he cannot complain about. Irish whip... Messiah ducks... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...BUT RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER! [And already on top, Harper goes for the pin... but suddenly rolls off, clutching his knee.] SR: All the damage Messiah did is taking it's toll! Justin Harper is hurt... but still getting up! What fight! [He grabs Messiah too, pulling him up... and gets eye raked! BOOOO! HAAAATE!] SR: Messiah with another cheap shot, hitting the ropes... [And runs right into Harper's arms!] "THUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMP!" SR: OVER HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! COVERRRRR! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! [POP TURNED DISAPPOINTMENT!] SR: Listen to the fans rally behind Justin Harper as he comes so close to putting away Messiah! [Frustration setting in, Harper slams the mat with a fist. He pulls up a dazed Messiah, throwing him to a corner. He limps in, shaking his leg out before whipping Messiah at the opposite corner. Slow to charge in... ...and taken by surprise as Messiah leaps to the second rope and backwards off with a cross body...] SR: HARPER CATCHES HIM! HE CAUGHT MESSIAH... [And throws him up, sitting on his shoulders!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG MOVE POP!] SR: WHAT A POWERBOMB! WHAT A POWERBOMB BY JUSTIN HARPER... ANOTHER COVER! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! [BOOOOOOOOOO/SHOCKED POP!] SR: Justin Harper is pulling out all the stops, coming SOOOOOOO close to defeating Messiah and believe you me, Harper beating Messiah is a huge upset and easily, EASILY the biggest win of this up and coming star's career. [Harper picks Messiah up... again! This time he puts him into a pump handle, reaching around Messiah's free arm.] SR: What is this? A pump handle and... [OH DAMN!]... UP AND DOWN INTO A SPECTACULAR BACKBREAKER! [HUGE POP... but the move draws as much a grunt of pain from Harper as it does Messiah! He backs away, sitting down and holding his own knee.] SR: He hurt Messiah with that back breaker but he slammed him down over the same knee he had damaged earlier! That is a rookie mistake that could cost Justin Harper big! He really needs to fight through the pain and make a move. He has to now, while Messiah is down! [And does, grabbing Messiah, only he isn't the only one grabbing! Messiah reaches, taking hold of Harper's trunks and with a tug, sends him face first into the turnbuckles! He reaches up..] SR: ROLL UP! ONE! TWO! [And grabs the trunks!] THRE--KICKOUT! [HOLY DAMN CLOSENESS POP!] SR: HOLY CRAPPOLA! What a close kick out by Justin Harper and... MESSIAH WITH THE FRONT FACELOCK! THIS COULD BE HIS TORNADO DDT INTO A FRONT CHOKE... [And it is as he leaps off... ...Harper blocking and putting Messiah to his feet... grabbing him around the throat!] SR: HE BLOCKED IT! HE BLOCKED THE SYSTEMATIC DESTRUCTION! [HUGE POP!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!! [And plants him with a sitout choke slam!] SR: CALIFORNIA DREAMING! FORGET ABOUT IT! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! [BIG ASS FACE POP!] SR: FORGET ABOUT IT IS RIGHT! JUSTIN HARPER PULLED OFF THE UPSET OF THE YEAR! WHAT A HUGE WIN!! [And to make it official...] RA: Your winner... ...JUSTIIIIIINNNNNNN HAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRPEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR! [The crowd applauds the young man's efforts as his hands are raised, some younger fans especially happy for him! He limps out, holding his knee as he gets to the floor, high fiving fans on his way back.] SR: This match will definitely put Justin Harper in contention for one of our last three spots in the NEO International World title tournament! This win had to have opened eyes on the tournament committee! [Fade In.] [As we fade away from nothingness, the sound of a chilling winter wind whipping through a narrow passageway fills the air. Before your eyes, a heavy snowdrift floats it's way down the back alley, behind the bar and nightclub known as The Rave, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It is this alley, that one competitor calls home. The man that has been dubbed by some as "The Midwest Mat Magician" - but to himself no moniker is necessary. He is just ... Gordon McDaniels. As the lens follows the snowdrift down the corridor, it finds a bright yellow Ryder truck backed up against the building. No doubt it was the vehicle used to transport the ring to tonight's venue. And standing atop the trailer of the truck, dressed in a pair of khaki cords, hunter green sweater, and long khaki jacket is the Wisconsin native. His eyes look to the side, as he notices the camera slowly drawing closer, and he looks down towards it.] GMcD: Another few weeks have passed, and NEXT's "Second Chance" is upon us. A night in which many well schooled competitors and many fresh faces will face their biggest challenge .. their biggest fear .. the unknown. Tonight, not a single soul knows who will be staring them down when they pass through that curtain into The Rave. And for many of the men lacing their boots inside that building, it can make them feel more than a little uncomfortable. No scouting. No game plan. No chance to study your adversary's finishers .. strengths .. or even their weaknesses. For once in their life, they have to think on their feet. [The youngster nods his head and raises a rugged looking hand to ruffle loose the snow that has settled in his unkempt light brown locks. Winking to the camera, he smirks.] GMcD: Me? Personally? I love it. Because when you walk that aisle and you face the unknown, it requires you to rely on your most basic skills. It forces you to depend on the techniques that were drilled into your head from day one. It requires you to work with what you know .. instead of panicking over what you don't know. And for me, that's a challenge that I absolutely relish. Why? Because one of the hardest lessons to learn in this game, I've been told, is to keep your head in the match when a plan goes horribly awry. Tonight, when no plan is formulated, that is as close as one is going to get to that experience .. and my opponent is going to be in the same boat with me. So the only crutch that I'll have is every detail that I was taught by Shaun and Rick and Judd. It gives me the opportunity to focus on that, and prove that on a level playing field I can compete just as well as a Messiah or an Aaron Anderson or who knows .. maybe even a Jaiden Andrews. [Pacing along the top of the steel truck, each step of McDaniels is accentuated by a heavy thump.] GMcD: Will I win? [The rookie shrugs.] GMcD: I'm not going to be some pompous ass and say yes. Because those names I've mentioned? They've all been there before. They've seen a ... [A loud thud captures the attention of the rookie, as a door on the dock swings open, basking the alleyway in some light. Turning to look, McDaniels is no longer along, as he is now joined by the man he spoke of just moments earlier, Jaiden Andrews. Obviously not used to this climate, Andrews rubs his hands together clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and a Red Bull.] JA: Don't fall, dude. After last week's match, I think the crowd inside might be upset. GMcD: I'm sure they'd be just as PO'ed if you caught your death out here in that garb. [Getting a short running start, McDaniels leaps from his perch on the top of the truck and lands squarely on the concrete dock of the building.] GMcD: What you doing out here anyways? JA: I'm coming to congratulate you. That match against Tyler Rude was _amazing_. With all that talk of you being unsure of what these fans would think, you went out there and made them come alive. Not only have I heard from others how good of a match it was, _I_ thought it was excellent. And, since I figured I'd find you out here, I wanted to see how you felt. [McDaniels cocks an eyebrow, as he looks back towards Andrews.] GMcD: You serious? [Andrews smiles at McDaniels.] JA: I don't lie, dude. You looked like you've been doing this for a long time. There's not a lot of rookies that look as focused and relaxed inside the ring as you did. It's like you transformed instantly. You knew you had business to take on, and that's just what you did. So many let it get to them, and they mess it up. You went out there and you _wrestled_. [McDaniels laughs.] GMcD: Sure, and stunk the joint up in the process. I mean, here I am in wrestling school learning all these great holds and counters and what did I rely on? Kicks are forearms? I could find that in any bar any night of the week. It just didn't have the oomph, that "it" factor. I panicked, and instantly became the drizzling s[bleep]s. Sure I won. But what's a win, if it's not done with style. With pizazz? I mean somebody labelled me with a nickname of "The Midwest Mat Magician" and it seems like the best trick I could pull off was the old "look I'm detaching my thumb at the knuckle" gag. Know what I mean? JA: It's a _win_, dude. Style? Pizazz? Who cares about that? Are you a wrestler, or a "sports entertainer?" [McDaniels gives a silent laugh.] GMcD: Look who is talking. A man that could make a two hour headlock seem interesting. No, I'm not a "sports entertainer" I'm a wrestler, but first and foremost I'm a fan. Just like all those people that take the time to come out and support us. And I know that if I went to a show and just saw a whole bunch of elbows and knee strikes .. I'd be disappointed. Wrestling to me .. is art. What I did? Was finger painting. [Andrews sighs.] JA: I'm just as big of a fan... maybe even moreso, although I don't have the bloodline. I've got countless hours of tapes, countless amounts of matches on my computer, and countless numbers of memories stored in my head. And you know what stands out amongst those? Not a fancy entrance. Not a larger than life finisher. _Wrestling_. Plain and simple. These people take the time out to see the whole show, but the _wrestling_ is what they remember. That's what they're going to take away. You and I, we _are_ art. With all the promotions and all the wrestlers, _anyone_ can put on a show. Any teenager with a high enough pain tolerance has the ability to jump off of a ladder, a roof, or any other high place. But that same teenager would need a _lot_ of time and schooling to learn the ability to do what we do. So a knee or elbow strike? A headlock? That's not fingerpaint. That's the basis for this sport. Without it, there'd just be a bunch of people bashing each other with weapons, tables, and chairs. [The rookie nods in understanding.] GMcD: Well we'll have to agree to disagree on the fact that what I do is even remotely as artistic as what you do out there. Who knows? Maybe someday we'll end up on opposite sides of the ring, and then I can truly test myself against one of the best. JA: You never know, "someday" might be _tonight_. [Andrews smiles.] JA: And as far as "the best" is concerned, I'm nothing close. If I am, I am. If I'm not, I'm not. Those kinds of things don't measure who I am. Do you realize that I've never held a title? Do you realize that I've come up short when wrestling the "legends" of this sport? And you know what, dude? I'm okay with that. If I go out there and give it my all, that's a win. Losing to Caleb Temple and Jeff Matthews were learning experiences, just as much defeating Aaron Anderson and Ktulu were. GMcD: Maybe I'm just thinking too much into this. JA: That's what I'm thinking. What you should focus on is not _who_ you fight, but _how_ you fight. Tonight will be a good test for you _and_ me. We're stepping into the unknown. We could be facing each other, we could be facing nobody at all. We won't know that until we're called into the ring. But this is your chance to continue where you left off last week. You can do this, we've all seen it. Just focus on the night ahead. Turn into the guy who was _inside_ the ring on the last show. [Andrews points inside The Rave.] JA: _That's_ the guy I want to see. [McDaniels nods.] JA: Now if you'll excuse me, I'm freezing my ass off. I'll see you inside. [With that, Andrews walks in, leaving McDaniels with his thoughts... ...and we change to the interview area of the Rave in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where you see a nice NEXT logo banner backdrop. Out of seemingly nowhere, the robed figure of one 'Prophet' Matthew Judas makes his way into the area, taking the mic from the nearby stool. Judas does NOT look very happy.] MJ: Tonight is not a good night for anyone who shall be thrown in the Movement’s path. Firstly, my angel, Kelley Conway, missed her plane flight and shall not be accompanying me to ringside yet again. Secondly, Rockwell LeMaster, you hollow, air-headed, blasphemer, you got the fluke of your life when you defeated me last week. Consider yourself fortunate you weren’t hit with my 'Cross of Change' because other than not being able to walk, it wouldn’t have done much as there is nothing remotely resembling intelligence inside your head. Give Ozy another call, Rocky, beg him to save your soul, beg him to help you, because God forbid you encounter 'the Prophet' Matthew Judas again... for it will be YOUR last. [Judas pulls back his hood, and stares intensely at the camera.] MJ: NEXT, the Movement is coming. My bishop is on his way, and when he gets here, not only will we level everything and everyone in our path, we shall show NEXT, the NEO-International, the WORLD why the Movement is unstoppable, why the Movement will govern your spirit, and why you may want to say your prayers NOW, rather than LATER. [And for the second straight week, 'Missouri Tiger' Matt Tiegs enters the picture, snatching the microphone out of Judas’ hand.] MT: The Movement? What in the hell happened to you in California, let alone the PPW, Matt? You’re speaking NONSENSE! It was bad enough you allied yourself with that egomaniac, 'Mister Electricity' Chris Edwards back in PWR, but all this religious mumbo-jumbo... what the [BLEEP]?!?!? Anyway, I gave you an option to walk away and come home last week. This week, I TOOK away your 'angel'. There was a reason she missed her plane, and that reason is HER BROTHER STOPPED HER!!!! So, no angel, no Movement, just one Matthew Judas coming home. [At this point, Judas looks so pissed off and his face is so red it looks like he’ll explode. Judas puts his hands into the front pocket of his robe.] MJ: Very well, Brother Matthew. Lead the way. MT: ‘Bout time you listened to reason. [Tiegs turns around, and Judas removes a metal-bound bible, similar to the one Kelley Conway carries around during Judas’ matches, and buries it upside the back of Tiegs’ head. Tiegs falls to the ground, knocked unconscious.] MJ: I apologize, Brother Matthew, but I have a mission... nay, a crusade to continue. I can’t have you interfering in my quest to eliminate the sin and evil in NEXT. [Judas tosses the bible on top of the fallen Tiegs, and walks off. A few NEXT officials run up to check on the unconscious Tiegs and we fade into the ring where good old Ray Andopolopodopolous stands. There's a reason we just use RA!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first... [Foo Fighters "Hero" hits and quickly coming out is a jogging Gordon McDaniels. No track suit this time, McDaniels wears his full wrestling attire, concentrating ahead on the task at hand. He knocks a few hands as he runs by, jogging a full lap around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and in.] RA: From Appleton, Wisconsin... [POP!] RA: Weighing in at 192lbs, this is... "THE MIDWEST MAT MAGICIAN" GORDON MCDANIELS! [While he isn't the tallest, or the heaviest competitor in NEXT, Gordon McDaniels definitely has a solid physique that was cut out for the game of professional wrestling. He has well defined physique, that helps to show that he takes this opportunity that has been given to him quite seriously. He has short unkempt brown hair, that tapers down through the sideburns into a thin beard/moustache combination. Inside the ring, McDaniels wears your standard speedo style wrestling tights, long kneepads, and basic boots in black and white. Each pair having accents in a complimentary tone, and three interlocking overlaying M's on his boots.] RA: And his partner... [Cue "Headstrong" by TRAPT.] RA: ...hailing from Anaheim, California. [The crowd begins to cheer.] RA: Standing 6'0" and weighing in at 240 pounds... JAAAAAIDENNNNN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!!!! [The crowd pop gets louder as the curtains are thrown back, and stepping out from the back is Jaiden Andrews. Clad with his black "Strong Style Dojo" t-shirt, black with orange trim MMA trunks, and black boots, Andrews raises an arm to the rowdy crowd. He then makes his way to ringside at a slow jog, slapping hands with the fans around him. Andrews makes his way to ringside, the jog speeding to a sprint, as he leaps onto the ring apron. Grabbing onto the top rope, Andrews leans back before vaulting over the top rope with a somersault flip, landing on his feet. He then walks to each of the turnbuckles, climbing to the middle and raising his arms into the air, the fans cheering him. The "SoCal Superstar" then descends from the last turnbuckle, making his way to his corner. He removes his shirt, throwing it into the crowd, watching with a smile as a small group of fans battles for it. He then turns from a smile to an expressionless look, focused on his upcoming opposition as he waits for the opening bell to sound.] RA: And now... their opponents... [The PA begins to blare loudly 'Kiss of Judas' by Stratovarius] ### I hear footsteps...closing in Recognizing them...from my early days. The times are different, The image remains the same, Repeating back flashes Remembering the name. Approaching visions...Of things I can’t recall, A familiar smile...awakes the pain Unkept promises...the night awaits! RA: Introducing first... originally from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, and presently making his residence in Hell’s Canyon, California, weighing 241 pounds, he is... 'THE PROPHET' MATTHEW JUDAS! ['Kiss of Judas' continues to blare, as Matthew Judas emerges from the back, dressed in a white-hooded robe, with various cross symbols all over the robe. Matthew does the Christopher Daniels 'Say your prayers' pose upon reaching the ringside area...] ### The act of confidence... The Kiss of Judas!!! I feel the lips on my cheek! The Kiss of Judas!!! ...Haunts me once again!!! [Matthew makes his way into the ring...and genuflects to the crowd, still doing the 'Say Your Prayers' stance/pose.] ### In your private chamber, You’re all alone. The well-earned silver pieces... Falling to the floor. The flame of the candle casting Movements to the wall, Your eyes filled with guilt Keep staring at the door. [Unrobing, Judas anoints the crowd with a blessing gesture [complete with a holy water sceptre...sprinkling water onto the loudest fan section, much to the cheers of the fanatic faithful... or in this case, everyone hates it, telling him to stop.] ### Approaching visions...Of things I can’t recall, A familiar smile...awakes the pain Unkept promises...the night awaits! The act of confidence... The Kiss of Judas!!! I feel the lips on my cheek! The Kiss of Judas!!! ...Haunts me once again!!! [Judas stands across from his two opponents as he enters the ring, arms still out at his side. A smirk develops... and the crowd buzzes LOUDLY... ...as a figure slides in, attacking both Andrews and McDaniels from behind!] SR: Wait... that... THAT'S JOHNNY F'N MALIBU! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?! [Malibu forearms down McDaniels before going right after Jaiden Andrews with a vengeance. He gets him in the corner, raking the eyes hard before laying in hard punches. Judas gets right on McDaniels as he is down, stomping him to the canvas with authority!] SR: Johnny Malibu and Matthew Judas have taken control of this match with a backstab of a plan! Johnny Malibu came from nowhere, blind sided these two and... DING DING! SR: ...and this match is underway! [And certainly not in any sense the crowd likes! They boo vigorously as the dastardly pair communicate, both putting their opponents against the ropes. In unison they whip the two across the ring... both missing clotheslines but turning and catching Andrews and McDaniels... ...BIG POP!] SR: STEREO HEADSCISSORS! JUDAS AND MALIBU SENT FLYING! [And as soon as they get up they are back down... clotheslined out of the ring!! BIG POP!] SR: And to the floor they go! [McDaniels and Andrews wave their arms, pumping up the already excited crowd. Andrews pats his now student on the shoulder, motioning to the two on the outside. The two go to the far corners, one in each... waiting... readying...] SR: These two waiting for Johnny Malibu and Matthew Judas to get up... [... and they charge... "WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMP!" [HUUUUUGE POP! The pair run, crossing paths AS they reach the ropes, Andrews flying through with a top onto Judas, McDaniels up and over with a somersault dive onto Malibu, the crowd ON THEIR FREAKING FEET!] HO-LY SHIT! 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 two fan favourites are right back up, throwing the pair into the ring before high fiving fans nearby! Andrews gets right into it, even hugging one before getting back into the ring himself.] SR: This is pure craziness! A pair of UNBELIEVABLE suicide dives by Gordon McDaniels and Jaiden Andrews to really, REALLY get this match underway with a bang! This is what NEXT is all about! Total, complete, excitement! [Grabbing Judas, Jaiden Andrews pulls him up and rolls him into the ring. The Prophet rolls away and up to his feet... only to be taken down with a spinning heel kick! POP!] SR: This crowd is reacting to everything Jaiden Andrews does! [Including a pair of stiff European Uppercuts that Rock Judas towards the ropes. Andrews grabs his wrist, whipping him across the ring. He leaps over a returning Judas with a leapfrog, diving under him... then right back up...] "THWAAAAAAACK!" [BIG POP!] SR: WHAT A DROPKICK! [Pumped up, Andrews gets right up to his feet, diving on top and hooking a leg!] ONE! TWO! [BOO! Thinking quick, Malibu breaks the pin with a stomp, leaving right away.] SR: Johnny Malibu there to break the pin for his partner but right now Matthew Judas is being isolated by Gordon McDaniels and Jaiden Andrews... and here comes McDaniels. [Tagged in, Andrews' protege is quick on the attack with an uppercut of his own, driving Judas into the corner and hitting a knee strike. He backs off... Judas firing off his own knee to the midsection to stop the assault. McDaniels stumbles back, Judas charging... ...right into an arm drag!] SR: Judas up... Japanese arm drag now by Gordon McDaniels and he holds on, twisting into an arm wrench! This kid has been SO impressive in his short time here in NEXT! [Both men get to their feet, the bigger Judas reaching out with an eye rake! The hold broken he tags in Malibu to a heel pop! Malibu charges in... ...into an arm drag that is! POP!] SR: What a turn around! Even blinded he managed to snare Malibu, taking him over with a deep arm drag... and tags in Jaiden Andrews! The very popular Andrews in... and spins the arm again into an arm wrench, dropping an elbow down into the joint! [Malibu struggles, looking for an escape route. Not being able to immediately reverse he rolls forward, spins and front handsprings to his feet... grabbing the ropes and back flipping right out... to a POP... giving Andrews a solid forearm to the jaw!] SR: Talk about an athlete! I cannot tell you how excited I am that Johnny Malibu is in NEXT! He is a fantastic, exciting high flyer that brings a TON to the table. [Free, Malibu runs off the ropes... ducking a lightning yakuza kick to a GASP! He turns around... ...taken over with an arm drag!] JFM: DAMMIT! [Malibu slaps the mat in frustration as Andrews kneels in, holding him to the mat with the arm wrench. He finally gets up, pushing away Andrews knee. He reaches out... and then eye rakes Andrews! HEEL POP!] SR: Another eye rake, Andrews blinded... and Matthew Judas is tagged in...[THUD!]... INTO A DROP TOE HOLD! [POP!] SR: The speed these two are working at is incredible, Andrews into a camel clutch... and here comes McDaniels... [Who runs off the far ropes...] "THWAAACK!" SR: DROPKICK TO THE FACE! [BIG POP! McDaniels stays in, covering Judas as Andrews leaves to his corner.] ONE! TWO! [And Malibu takes another turn saving his partner. McDaniels stares The Prophet down as he is taken away by the referee, turning and plastering The Prophet with a snap kick to the chest... and then a second... ...backing off and LEVELLING him with a knee strike! OHHHHH!] SR: Matthew Judas PLANTED, McDaniels off the ropes... [THUD!]... BACK SENTON! [POP!] SR: Another cover! ONE! TWO! [Judas kicks out, McDaniels quickly bringing him up and towards the ropes. He goes for an Irish whip, Judas countering... ...sending him into a Johnny Malibu knee to the spine! HEEL POP!] SR: Right in the back... AND JUDAS WITH A SOMERSAULT CLOTHESLINE! Gordon McDaniels is down and down hard! [And to a heel reaction, Johnny Malibu is tagged in, assaulting McDaniels with stomps to the gut. He stops, gloating and gyrating his hips to a big heel reaction, a few college fans yelling about how gay he is. He stops... flips them off... and leans over the ropes, pointing at them and then his crotch. He turns around to finish the job...] SR: Gordon McDaniels right there, shutting Johnny Malibu up with hard forearm strikes and kicks! Johnny Malibu is under an all out assault, McDaniels gathering energy and hitting the ropes... FRANKENSTEINER OUT OF NOWHERE BY JOHNNY MALIBU! I TOLD you he was an amazing athlete! [He makes sure to let everyone know too!] SR: Johnny Malibu lifting Gordon McDaniels up and into a headlock... and a Fisherman's suplex! Bridge!! ONE! TWO! [And broken with authority by Andrews. Malibu swears to himself as he holds his gut, glaring at the departing So Cal Superstar. Getting up he holds McDaniels by the arm, tagging in Judas.] SR: And the Prophet is back into the match, Matthew Judas with a kick to the midsection, right to the unprotected abdomen of Gordon McDaniels, grabbing him and [THUD!] SNAP SUPLEX! [Mcdaniels arches in pain, drawn back to his feet by Juda who throws him into the corner... following with a rolling koppo kick! OHHH!] SR: He CRUSHED McDaniels with that kick, his heel ringing right off the kid's head! [And he slumps down, Judas pulling the ref aside, Malibu taking full advantage and raking his boot across the rookie's face! HEEL POP!] SR: Another sick face rake... Andrews coming in to stop this and Judas right back on the attack! [Picking McDaniels up, Judas puts him across his knee, Malibu sling shotting in with a senton! ATHLETIC POP!] SR: WHAT A DOUBLE TEAM! [Keeping with the momentum, Malibu rolls right to his feet, running across the ring and hits the ropes, rebounding back with a somersault... ...and another rolling senton across the chest of McDaniels!] SR: Rolling senton, Malibu up... [Heel pose! Heel pop!] SR: Johnny Malibu up... and hits the ropes... FOR ANOTHER ROLLING SENTON! [He comes hard, leaping WAY up for it! A few smarks like it, most of the fans booing as he gets back up and puts one foot on McDaniel's chest, brushing his hands off.] SR: What an arrogant cover! ONE! [Yup, just a one! He tried pinning someone with one foot after all!] "THWACK! [BOOO!] SR: A shin kick right to the chest of Gordon McDaniels! "THWACK!" [And another!] "THWACK!" [And one more... ... this one grabbed by him!] SR: MCDANIELS TAKES MALIBU DOWN! [FACE POP!] SR: Gordon McDaniels is lacing into Johnny Malibu... Matthew Judas pulls him off! [And gets a back elbow to the jaw! He stumbles back, McDaniels turning around...] "THWAAAAAAP!" [...right into a step up enzuigiri! BOOO!] SR: And back down he goes! That was a spirited comeback attempt but not quite enough! He needs to make a tag, he knows it and desperation is really starting to set in. That could be a good thing. A cornered dog is the most dangerous kind. [And Judas is once again tagged back in. Both he and Malibu grab an arm, ducking under.] "THUUUUUUUD!" SR: DOUBLE TEAM BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! Gordon McDaniels is planted... and Matthew Judas with the cover! ONE! TWO! [POP! McDaniels kicks out, Judas grabbing his leg and turning him over, stepping through.] SR: STF! Matthew Judas has Gordon McDaniels locked right in the middle of the ring in this devastatingly painful submission, cranking on the knee and neck... [POP!]... Andrews with the kick to the head! That'll break it up! [The referee is right there, pushing Andrews back to the corner. Malibu quickly claps his own hands together as Judas rolls out of the way. A stunned McDaniels gets up, turns... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ...Malibu flying at him with an open hand! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!] SR: A SPRINGBOARD BITCH SLAP?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! [And yes, a few raucous, drunken fans get going with "You got bitch slapped!" chants. There's always heel fans! Malibu stands, taunting the crowd and McDaniels... who turns around with a THUNDEROUS elbow, putting Malibu down!] SR: What a shot! Holy damn! [McDaniels shakes his head... ...caught by Malibu as he kips up, snaring his legs around McDaniels head, taking him down to a SHOCKED POP!] SR: And a kip up hurricanrana! This Johnny Malibu can do it all! [McDaniels rolls into the ropes, landing chest first across the middle one. Malibu yells at some fans, distracting the ref... allowing Matthew Judas to run in with a STIFF knee to the side of McDaniels' head!] SR: That shot him right out... Malibu has him and [THUD!] REVERSE DDT! [Andrews protests loudly, Malibu switching to a lateral press and hooking a leg for the cover!] ONE! TWO! TH-- SR: And Jaiden Andrews breaks up the pin yet again with a vicious, solid stomp to the back of Johnny Malibu's head! I am telling you, folks, I'd love to see those two lock horns. That would be one hell of a contest. [Malibu glares, cursing Andrews out, pulling McDaniels back to his feet and to the ropes.] SR: Irish whip by Malibu, goes for a clothesline... misses! [And he ducks down, McDaniels leaping over, grabbing him as he does!] SR: Sunset flip but Johnny Malibu isn't going... "SLAAAAP!" [BIG POP courtesy of Jaiden Andrews who comes in and smacks the taste out of the F'N one's mouth... and hard enough that he falls back into a cover!] ONE! TWO! [Malibu slams his legs against McDaniels' head to break the pin!] SR: Both up, Malibu misses another clothesline and takes a knee to the gut! This is the chance Gordon McDaniels needed! He can make the pin! [And the crowd knows it! He starts staggering to his corner, hand outreached... getting so close... ...Johnny Malibu suddenly running by, knocking Andrews off the rope, bouncing off the ropes and coming straight at McDaniels...] "THUUUUUUUUUD!" [...with a bulldog lariat! HEEL HATRED POP!] SR: IRON CUTTER! [And the cover!] SR: THIS HAS TO BE... ONE! TWO! THR--...NOT IT! [BIG SUPPORT POP!] SR: He came VERY close to putting it away with that pet move of his. Gordon McDaniels is in big, big trouble right now. Matthew Judas and Johnny Malibu have isolated him, keeping the offense pouring, not allowing him to get close for a tag. They have shown some remarkable team work tonight. [Judas is quick to enter,. being tagged in. He grabs McDaniels by the head, snaring him and flipping him over with a snap mare. He steps over his arms, pressing his neck to his chest, reaching forward and grabbing the legs, pretzeling them!] SR: What the hell is this?! Some kind of hybrid stump puller, Indian Deathlock move that I have never seen before! [Or as Matthew Judas calls it, "The Inquisitor".] SR: He is stretching the hell out of Gordon McDaniels, cutting off his win, wrenching the neck and his knees and... and McDaniels gets a leg free... a shot to the forehead! [Judas keeps a hold though!] "THWAP!" SR: Another shot! [Judas shakes it off, trying to keep the hold on but McDaniels starts firing back with short range yet rapid fire kicks! Judas finally slams a forearm into McDaniels' chest, letting go of the hold and stopping the barrage.] SR: Judas off the ropes... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...RIGHT INTO A GORDON MCDANIELS ESS-TEE-OH! [And both are down!] SR: A fantastic counter by Gordon McDaniels but he is down as well! Both men are down, the crowd on their feet... and the referee is going to have to administer the mandatory ten count used in this situation! [And he starts... getting to five before the crowd starts counting along.] SR: He's at seven now... and they are stirring... crawling to their corners for a tag, both of their partners reaching out. This could mean the... [POP!] ANDREWS IN! [And so is Malibu!] SR: SPINNING HEEL KICK ON MALIBU! [BIG POP... sustained as Andrews takes Judas down with a spinning heel kick as well!] SR: Jaiden Andrews... CLOTHESLINE ON MALIBU! HE'S CLEANING HOUSE! [Andrews continues to light speed attack, hitting the ropes and baseball sliding under a charging Judas's legs. He gets right to his feet, spinning...] SR: ROARING ELBOW! [ROARING POP!] SR: Johnny Malibu turns him around... Andrews ducks the big swing... "THWAAAAAAAP!" SR: YAKUZA ON MALIBU! "THWAAAAAAAP!" [BIG POP!] SR: YAKUUUUUZAAAAAAAA! [That one on Judas, the Prophet hitting the mat nearly on top of his head! The crowd is INSANE, on their feet for everything... especially as Andrews dives on top for the cover!] SR: I don't think he is the legal man but the ref is counting! ONE! TWO! [SHOCKED POP as Judas kicks out! Andrews pulls him straight up and hooks him...] SR: EXPLODE--MALIBU WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK! [And McDaniels stops him with a forearm to _his_ back! Malibu arches and turns, Andrews lifting him up, sitting on his shoulders!] SR: Malibu way up on Andrews' shoulders... [And McDaniels runs in, leaping as high as he possibly can. He folds his knees, planting them into Malibu's back as he reaches ands grabs him... Andrews falling backwards...] "THUUUUDUUUUUUUUUUUNGH! [W... T... F?!?!] SR: OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDOHHHHHHHHH! LUNGBLOWER AND ELEVATOR SUPLEX COMBINATION OF SOME SORT OF DAMN KIND! JOHNNY MALIBU IS OUT OF THIS ONE, FOLKS! HE HAS TO BE! [The crowd is going CRAZY! Fans high five, sit in shock, text message their friends to tell them!] SR: Absolutely insane move... ANDREWS IS SIGNALLING FOR IT! HE IS SIGNALLING FOR HIS FROGSPLASH! [And he heads up quickly, McDaniels directing traffic. Andrews gets up... ...and the crowd... BOOS?!] SR: Why are they... GREEDY! [From out of nowhere comes Steve Greedy, leaping onto the apron, pushing Andrews off... ...and down into the ring!] SR: Where did he come from... Judas with a kick to Andrews and lifts him up! [And over his shoulder, holding his neck, cradling the top of Andrews' feet against his hips as he sits out...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: BURDEN OF THE CROSS ON JAIDEN ANDREWS! [Gordon McDaniels is right there, charging in with a running elbow to Judas, putting him back down! He turns... right into a spinning back kick from Greedy that sends him staggering backwards...] SR: MALIBU IS UP AND... "THUUUUUUUUUD!!" ...DRAGON SUPLEX ON GORDON MCDANIELS! [Which turns into an all out heel pop as Judas gets back up, the three laying an ALL OUT assault on Andrews and McDaniels, stomping, punching, choking away!] SR: The referee has lost complete control here... [OHHH!]... PUSHED DOWN BY MALIBU! [The referee hits hard, the three continuing the beat down... when a BIG POP rings out!] SR: Who's this... MATT KORWIN! HE'S OUT... AND NEWCOMER SETH KINSEY! BOTH OUT HERE TO EVEN THE ODDS! [And they charge in, attacking Judas and Greedy respectively. Malibu stays on Andrews, choking him on the mat! The crowd? EN FEUGO!] SR: WE GOT A HUGE BRAWL HERE IN THE RAVE! SEVEN MEN IN THE RING... MAKE THAT EIGHT! HERE'S ERIC DANE! ANOTHER NEWCOMER BUT NO SLOUCH OR STRANGER TO THE RING! [And he comes in, sliding in quickly and BLASTING Malibu with an elbow, loud enough to be heard even over the cacophony of noise in the ring and outside! The fans cheer for their favourites, especially as the odds are evened out! McDaniels is soon back up, jumping into the wild fray, leaping on Judas. Greedy knee clips Korwin from behind and satisfied of his work, steps back to admire... ...Andrews flying off Korwin's back with a Shining Wizard! HUUUUUUGE POP!] SR: JAIDEN ANDREWS IS BACK IN THIS! [And soon Malibu is clotheslined out my Gordon McDaniels, Greedy following out, rolling outside after the knee strike! Judas is the last of the original's left, clotheslined out by Seth Kinsey! The five remain in the ring, the crowd celebrating like mad... ...when the referee staggers over to the announcers table, giving quick, loud instructions.] REF: You heard me! Do it! RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me... [The crowd buzzes!] RA: ...that due to the circumstances surrounding the last contest that it will be thrown out and in it's place, all NEXT in the ring and at ringside will now compete... ...IN A BATTLE ROYALE! [SHOCKED POP!] SR: A battle royale?! This was certainly unexpected... but I am not complaining! [And who makes the first move? Eric Dane does, grabbing an exhausted Gordon McDaniels...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" SR: GERMAN SUPLEX ON MCDANIELS! [SHOCKED POP... TURNED EXCITED! Andrews and company turn at the unexpected attack... and those at ringside jump in on the attack!] DING DING! SR: HERE WE GO! A BATTLE ROYALE! Surely whoever wins this has to be STRONGLY considered for the NEO International World Title Tournament... other then Jaiden Andrews of course. He has already been announced and for good reason. [Everyone jumps everyone! Matthew Judas takes on Jaiden Andrews in one corner, Steve Greedy jumping Seth Kinsey and Johnny Malibu jumping on Matt Korwin. Eric Dane grabs the already downed McDaniels, trying to throw him out but Andrews breaks free with an uppercut to Judas, slamming his forearm into Dane's back!] SR: Greedy pounding Kinsey... who turns him around in the corner! "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [WHOOOOOOOOOO!] SR: STINGING CHOPS... Malibu takes out Kinsey with a knee to the back... Greedy trying to throw him out! [But Dane holds onto the ropes. Meanwhile Malibu turns... SLAMMED down with a side slam by Korwin! He gets up from it, turning and attacking Matthew Judas!] SR: I can barely keep control of anything going on in there! [And as it stands we have Matt Korwin battling Matthew Judas... Malibu down on the mat, near the ropes, holding his back. Greedy and Seth Kinsey battling it out in a corner... Gordon McDaniels and Jaiden Andrews trying to eliminate Eric Dane... I think that's it!] SR: Gordon McDaniels and Jaiden Andrews are on the verge of eliminating Eric Dane... Malibu hits Andrews from behind! [But the force causes Dane to fall over the ropes... ...and onto the apron for a close elimination!] SR: Eric Dane almost gone, Malibu... attacked by McDaniels! He and Jaiden Andrews working as a team in there! [Matt Korwin stomps Judas down in the corner and leaves him for the time being, trying to help Kinsey eliminate Greedy. Greedy fights, the crowd cheering for his elimination... but Greedy stops it with an eye rake on Korwin, the bigger man dropping him down. Greedy hits an elbow to the trapezius of Kinsey, dropping him to a knee. Circumstances changed he turns him around, trying to eliminate the less famous name sake.] SR: All eight men are battling hard in there, no one really able to break loose and free! [Until Matt Korwin does, charging in...] SR: CLOTHESLINE ON STEVE GREEDY! [And it's every man for themselves!] SR: And one for Seth Kinsey! [Kinsey goes down, Korwin turning and getting a running start before levelling BOTH Jaiden Andrews and Gordon McDaniels with clotheslines! The crowd gets behind the biggest man in the match... booing as Eric Dane jumps him from behind. The newcomer (to NEXT at least) whips him across the ring but is reversed... and taken down with a clothesline as well!] SR: I think we're getting someone who wants to win this thing! Matthew Judas is one of the biggest men in NEXT, taking out everyone... INCLUDING MATTHEW JUDAS! [BIG POP as he takes out an unsuspecting Johnny Malibu as well!] SR: EVERYONE DOWN! Matt Korwin has his pickings! [Korwin turns to find another victim but instead fins Steve Greedy waiting with quick jabbing punches! He staggers back, Greedy dropping and hitting a leg sweep! No sooner has he went down then does Seth Kinsey come FLYING in with a second rope moonsault! COOL MOVE POP!] SR: They're teaming up on the big man now and this is a good plan. Forget any problems you have with each other, get the big man out. [Kinsey isn't done either, quickly getting to the top rope. Malibu and Greedy hold Korwin down as the rookie quickly leaps up... and down...] "THHHHUUUUUUMP!" [BIG POP!] SR: 450 SPLASH ON MATT KORWIN--[THWAP!]--AND A STEP UP ENZUIGIRI BY JOHNNY MALIBU! [Kinsey wobbles going down to a knee. Greedy gives Malibu room as he charges in... ...into a spinning heel kick!] SR: Seth Kinsey taking control! [And grabs Malibu by the head and runs right at Greedy... kicking off his chest and then his head before doing a complete back flip...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [...planting Malibu with an inverted DDT!] SR: SHIIIIRAAAAAAANUIIIIIIII! [Kinsey pops up, celebrating...] SR: LOW BLOW BY GREEDY! [And as the rookie is doubled over...] SR: AND THROWS OUT KINSEY! There's the first elimination of the match but not before a TREMENDOUS showing by the youngster. I cannot, CANNOT wait to see him in singles action! RA: SETH KINSEY HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [The crowd jeers Greedy, the hated man falling into a corner to watch the action and recover. Korwin is doing the same, huddled in another corner. Malibu does battle with Eric Dane, McDaniels and Andrews attacking the bigger Judas.] SR: Gordon McDaniels and Jaiden Andrews are STILL working together and this time on the next largest man in Matthew Judas. Double kick to the Prophet, bending him over and they run off the ropes... [...and both run straight into a double clothesline, levelling them both!] SR: Matthew Judas taking out both and picking up Andrews... he's trying to thrown him out! Matthew Judas is trying to eliminate Jaiden Andrews... [OHHHHHHHHHH!] SR: LUNGBLOWER ON JUDAS! MCDANIELS TAKES HIM OUT! [The crowd pops BIG for the move, McDaniels helping out Andrews... ...suddenly and shockingly throwing him over and to the floor!!] RA: JAIDEN ANDREWS HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: It's every man for themselves folks! Look at McDaniels! He didn't do is out of malicious intent, he did it out of the sport of competition! [And it shows as he shrugs he shoulders, telling Andrews how "...sorry." he is. Andrews smirks, knowing, heading away at the referee's direction. He turns, seeing... Matt Tiegs?] SR: What is HE doing out here... oh I know! It's revenge! Revenge for the attack we saw earlier! [And Judas spies him, right there to verbally spar with his once friend and mentor... ...Matt Korwin sensing an easy elimination, coming from behind and dumping Judas to the floor to a POP!] SR: Korwin takes out Judas! [And Tiegs backs down the aisle from whence he came, shaking his head the entire time as Judas fumes.] RA: MATTHEW JUDAS HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! SR: We are down to five now: Eric Dane, Johnny Malibu, Gordon McDaniels, Matt Korwin and Steve Greedy! [And the latter jumps Dane from behind, throwing him into a corner. He reaches down, grabbing a leg to eliminate him. McDaniels and Malibu throw away differences and go right after the Kowboy in force!] SR: Greedy trying to lift over Eric Dane here... Dane with... OH DAMN! HARD elbow to the spine! [And it shows as Greedy winces, back arching as he backs away. Dane comes right in with a HARD elbow shot... then another... then another!] SR: What is with all the hard hitters in NEXT!? [Dane goes after Greedy with another, Greedy stopping him with a kick to the stomach. He doubles over, Greedy comes flying in... missing a kick to the head! He turns, wondering where his target is, only to get a kick himself! He bends over, doubled over in pain... ...Dane coming off the ropes with a HARD knee to the side of his head!] SR: This Eric Dane is showing me a lot, A LOT here tonight! The reputation he has developed elsewhere is certainly no coincidence. He has talent! [But not eyes in the back of his head, Malibu clipping him from behind with a clothesline to the skull. Dane crumples, taken under assault with punches to the skull. Malibu sees he is stunned and leaves McDaniels to tend with Korwin, running off the ropes and straight at Dane. Dane is still down on one knee... ...suddenly lashing out, sweeping the _front_ of Malibu's legs, sending him down face first and skidding across the canvas and straight outside! BIG POP!] SR: LEG SWEEP AND MALIBU ISN'T JUST DOWN... HE'S OUT! [And meanwhile McDaniels continues the hammering on Korwin only to be stopped with a tree trunk forearm to the back. He goes down to a knee, another forearm putting him down even farther before pulling him up by the trunks and into a rear waist lock.] SR: He's going for a German Suplex... DANE! He has Korwin in a rear waist lock and... [BUZZING!] "THHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [HUUUUUGE POP!] SR: A GERMAN GERMAN SUPLEX! ERIC DANE SUPLEXED MATT KORWIN WHO SUPLEXES GORDON MCDANIELS! IT IS A CAR WRECK IN THERE! [And Greedy can't help but smile! The three men lay in the ring, Malibu on the floor. Doing an 'eeny, meeny, miney, mo', Greedy points at Dane... flips off the crowd... and goes after his chosen victim.] SR: Steve Greedy has chosen Eric Dane as the next elimination, grabbing him by the head and... [And runs towards the ropes only at the very last second Dane spins, grabbing Greedy... ...and tossing him!! SHOCKED POP!] SR: WHAT A PERFORMANCE BY ERIC DANE! RA: STEVE GREEDY HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! ["You suck Greedy!" and a very lame "Money can buy you love... but can buy you an early night, loser!" ring out as he slams the mat, arguing with the referee. Dane turns around, Korwin right there with a kick to the gut...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG POP!] SR: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! Eric Dane was LAID out! The "One Star" is seeing stars thanks to Matt Korwin! [Korwin backs off, Malibu getting on the apron behind him. The Kowboy doesn't see him, nor does he see him pull down the ropes as Gordon McDaniels flies in with a high knee strike! Korwin stumbles... ...eyes going wide as he realizes the ropes aren't there to catch him!] SR: Another gone! RA: MATT KORWIN HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [The crowd is half and half on this one, booing Johnny Malibu, cheering McDaniels and applauding a frustrated and hit hard on the floor Korwin for his efforts. Malibu rolls back in, under the bottom rope... stomped by McDaniels as he does.] SR: Gordon McDaniels, Eric Dane and Johnny Malibu are all that's left here! Three men remain out of eight as Matt Korwin is escorted to the back, McDaniels taking it to Malibu and pulling him up... trying to throw him out! [And he keeps trying, ducking under. The crowd gets louder as he gets closer... and closer... and they get louder... and louder and he dumps Malibu... ...but Malibu holds onto the ropes, landing on the apron and coming right back in!] SR: Gordon McDaniels is having a hell of a time eliminating Johnny Malibu here... TURNED AROUND! ERIC DANE WITH ELBOWS! [And McDaniels fights back!] SR: Look at this! [The two fire off rapid, STIFF elbow after elbow to the side of each other's head, the crowd FULLY behind them as they do, cheering on their every move! Both are rocked, heads almost sent flying from the shots. During this Johnny Malibu gets up...] "THWAATHWAP!: SR: AND THEY BOTH HIT ELBOWS ON MALIBU! [BIG POP! Both turn to continue, Dane quicker with a knee lift and a hard elbow to the back of McDaniels' neck. He goes down, shoved into a corner. Quickly he lifts him up, going up after.] SR: Eric Dane is looking for something big... and high risk! I cannot believe he is attempting something like this in a battle royale, with potentially so much at stake in his NEXT debut. [McDaniels won't just sit there though. He fights the face lock off with punches to the side... finally pushing Dane off and hard to the mat face first!] SR: DANE HIT HARD! [And gets to all fours... ...just as Malibu leaps off his back!] "SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [HUGE HEEL POP!] SR: ANOTHER FLYING BITCHSLAP BY JOHNNY MALIBU ON GORDON MCDANIELS! [And Malibu lands... Dane right there to see him!] SR: Eric Dane... LARIAT ON MALIBU! [BIG POP!] SR: Gordon McDaniels is stunned on the top rope, Eric Dane right back up and lifts... superplex coming... [He lifts McDaniels straight up... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" ...dropping him headfirst... ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!] SR: HOLY CRAAAAAAAAAAP! [McDaniels bounces back into the ring, Dane landing roughly on the apron, the crowd in absolute horror/shock/disbelief!] 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: WHAT IN THE LIVING HELL WAS... [Out of _nowhere_ comes Malibu, flying in with a big shoulder tackle... ...sending Eric Dane off and to the floor!] SR: DANE IS GONE! RA: ERIC DANE HAS BEEN... ELIMINATED! [The crowd is still going nuts over the brainbuster onto the top turnbuckle!] SR: This is an easy one for Johnny Malibu! Eric Dane is gone after taking out Gordon McDaniels. The rookie is down, not moving one little bit and an easy target for anyone right now. [Such a target, so unmoving, that Malibu has trouble lifting him up, McDaniels sandbagging him the entire time.] SR: He's getting him up... Johnny Malibu isn't even 200lbs. This is taking all his power to... [HEEL POP!] ...there we go! DING DING DING! RA: YOUR WINNER OF THE BATTLE ROYALE... ....JOHNNY F'N MALLLLLLLLIIIIIIBUUUUUUUUUUUU! [Malibu dusts off his hands, breathing a sigh of relief. The referees all run to McDaniels, checking on the rookie as Malibu celebrates in the ring.] SR: That is one way to make an impact in NEXT. Come out strong, win at all costs and be the last man of eight standing in a ring. Considering the competition he had, I'd say that's not half bad! But what is going to come out of this? We saw what has a to be burgeoning feud between Steve Greedy and Seth Kinsey. We saw Gordon McDaniels eliminate Jaiden Andrews early in this match and we saw... [The crowd applauding takes away Scott's attention. At ringside McDaniels gets up, walking under his own power, referee's right there to hold him up if need be. His face is flushed with pain, hand on his neck. Malibu watches this all from the ring, celebrating still. God, they hate him.] SR: Johnny Malibu with a big win here... but don't forget the performances from Eric Dane and Gordon McDaniels amongst the rest. We saw some star potential shining in that match. Seth Kinsey was spectacular... Matt Korwin showed glimpses of domination... but in the end only he is standing. Johnny F'n Malibu. [Pause.] SR: I bet we never hear the end of this. [Walking up the street, a bag from the nearby McDonald's in one hand and a small Igloo cooler in the other, is Bucky "The Badger" Blutarski. It's still a few hours before "Second Chance" goes live to the Milwaukee fans, but already a small crowd has formed at the front doors of The Rave. Blutarski lumbers towards the building, breathing heavily, as the fans see him and begin to cheer for their hometown wrestler. The big man is clad, as always, in a University of Wisconsin football jersey, University of Wisconsin Zubaz pants, and black wrestling boots... and it kind of makes you wonder whether he's changed since "We Gotta Start Somewhere" ended. The big man stops, breathes in, and speaks.] BBB: It ain't my first loss, so I ain't mad. [He takes another set of breaths in and out, then continues on.] BBB: Hell, it ain't the first time I've taken a barbed wire fist to the face. It's just another day at the office, really. Ya bandage it up, drink some beers to relieve the pain, then get a good nights sleep. It's a good story to tell your buddies, and the ladies kinda dig it. Plus, it's damn cool to say I got to face Messiah and Tobias Chapel Smith. It ain't everyday somebody "known" in this business comes to Milwaukee. I know these bastards enjoyed it... [He walks closer to the crowd.] BBB: ...DIDN'T YA, YA ROWDY SONS-A-BITCHES?! [The raucous and buzzed crowd, adults and teens alike, let out a cheer.] BBB: Ya gotta love these guys. These are my people. The guys I work with. The guys I drink with. The guys I hang with after the show at On The Border. Win or lose, there ain't a better crowd to be wrestling in front of. When I take barbed wire to the head, they love it. When I throw some dumb sons-a-bitch from the ring, they love it. And when I take out my beer and chug it down like a _real_ Wisconsinite does, they know I'm not some dumb FIB jerkoff! ["WE HATE FIBS!" Sorry, Duff. I love you. And anyone else from Illinois. Seriously. I mean no harm.] BBB: So I move on, take another shot at NEXT, and see what it brings. They tell me to show up here, but don't tell me who I'm scheduled to fight tonight. Can't say I've ever agreed to something like that, but hell, there's a first time for everything. So I show up, get my rations, and prepare for another night of fun. Ain't nothing like a few beers mixed with a few Quarter Pounders to get me ready for a night of fighting. So I say, bring on the challenge. [The crowd cheers once again, a "BUCKY!" chant beginning.] BBB: Whether it's Steve Greedy, Kowboy Korwin, or someone else that ain't debuted yet, I'm ready for a brawl. Ya wanna take on the rough sons-a-bitch from South Milwaukee? Ya wanna rumble with the bastard "Badger" straight outta You-Dubbya? I'm standing right here. I'll be backstage. Find me. Challenge me. Then meet me in the ring. It was still fun losing last time, but the loss came with a fight. If ya think ya got what it takes to beat me, I'm here. I'll show ya it wasn't easy to do. I'll show ya what Smith and Messiah felt. I'll leave ya with a hangover like ya ain't never seen. It ain't gonna be a Miller hangover. It ain't gonna be a Jager hangover. It ain't even gonna be one of them crappy Budweiser hangovers, either. It's gonna be a "Badger" hangover, and they're the _worst_ kind. I don't leave just a headache. I don't leave just a stomachache. My hangovers last a _long_ time. Ask my opponents. [He begins to walk into the building, stopping at the stairway in.] BBB: I'm hungry, NEXT. I'm hungry for a win. I'm hungry for a fight. I'm hungry... for this Quarter Pounder. [And with that, the massive Blutarski begins to walk inside. Fade right to the ring announcer. We don't waste time, we get right down to business!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for one fall... [No music, no pyro, no fancy light effects. Not a damn thing, save our ring announcer, warns of the coming arrival of the man who just now parts the entrance curtain and starts to make his way towards the ring.] ...AND IS FOR THE NORTH EASTERN JISATSU TITLE! [The crowd unleashes a BLOODTHIRSTY POP as the giant of a man makes his way slowly to the ring.] RA: Introducing first, the man who will defend the title, he hails from somewhere off I-50, the loneliest highway on Earth, near Perth, Nevada... he stands 6'8 and... [The ring announcer looks down at the cue card.] RA: Holy crap. He weighs in at... THREE HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS... ...TOBIAS CHAPEL SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHH! [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 his opponent... [The crowd turns in anticipation. They want blood... ...and they're gonna get it.] RA: Hailing from... RIGHT HERE IN SOUTH MILWAUKEE WISCONSIN... [HOMETOWN POP! Cue "Rock 'n' Roll Part II" by Gary Glitter.] RA: Standing 6'3" inches and weighing in at 305lbs... better reinforce the ring... BUCKY "THE BADGER" BLUUUUUUUUUUTARSKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! [The small crowd continues to cheer as the mountainous Bucky "The Badger" Blutarski lumbers onto the stage, a can of Miller Lite in each hand. He's dressed in a snug-fitting NCAA University of Wisconsin football jersey, the number "69" on front, back, and on each sleeve, a pair of red, black, and white Zubaz pants, and black wrestling boots. He raises a beefy arm into the air, taking one of the open cans of beer and chugging it to a pop from the rowdy crowd. He smashes the can on his forehead, then throws the twisted metal into the crowd, with a few fans scuffling over it. The rotund man chortles... ...the chuckle vanishing as Tobias Chapel Smith heads straight at him.] SR: Bucky Blutarski is tough as nails... but is he tough enough... is he READY enough for this?! [And the two behemoths meet, fists a' flyin'! The two lay in the right hands, Tobias Chapel Smith getting the initial better of Blutarski until "the Badger" is able to not only catch his bearings but get his full weight behind him as he charges...] "CRASH!" SR: Right into the railing back first! Blutarkski is figuratively and literally throwing his weight around out on the floor as these two continue to brawl, Bucky throwing Smith into the ring and following up after... [And being too slow... is caught!] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith with the heavy boots! [A few more stomps and Blutarski leans over the bottom rope, trying to escape. Smith plants his full size 15 in between the shoulder blades, choking the hometown guy against the rope, the crowd booing it all! The referee calls for Smith to let it go, the big half Native chasing him away before resuming the beating.] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith is nothing short of dominating this match for... apparently what we are going to call the North Eastern Jisatsu Title! If that means what I think it does... blood. We are going to see blood. [With effort Smith is able to get Bucky up and against the ropes. He leans back...] "SMACK!" "WHOOOOO!" "SMACK!" "WHOOOOO!" [BIG POP!] SR: TURNED AROUND! "SMACK!" "WHOOOOOOOO!" "SMACK!" "WHOOOOOOOO!" [Bucky asks for "...another one?!" the crowd responding wholly positive and loudly at that... ...releasing a LOUD HEEL POP as Smith eye pokes him to stop any more.] SR: And thunderous, THUNDEROUS punches! Tobias Chapel Smith is rocking Bucky Blutarski... and the big man is down! [And rolls immediately out of the ring, holding his forehead.] SR: Smart move by the big man... and I mean big... rolling out of the ring to avoid any more punishment. Tobias Chapel Smith is just so strong and mean. I really hope Bucky realizes what he got himself into with this match. [Smith gets in the refs face once more before turning back... and being pulled out under the bottom rope! Bucky doesn't punch, instead he wraps his BEEFY arms around him... ...and sends him back first into the ring! OHHHHHH!] SR: RIGHT IN THE SPINE! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" [POP TURNED BOO!] SR: AND A WHIP INTO THE RAILING IS REVERSED! [His three hundred pounds cause the barrier to shake but it stays up... ...until Smith charges, CRAAAAAAAAAASHING into Bucky and knocking the whole part of that structure over and to the ground to a BIG ASS POP!] SR: These two are going to get us evicted! Those barriers belong to the Rave, not us, and they have already broken one! Look at it! It's bent right out of shape! [Bodies rolling away, a camera man focuses in on it and indeed the steel is bent and warped. That's what 600lbs will do, kids!] SR: Fans need to get out of the way! They need to get out of the way! Security! [Both men lumber to their feet and surprisingly it is Bucky Blutarski that's quicker, shooting off the ground and taking Smith down by the legs. He leaps on top, pounding away... ...and Smith rolls over and does the same... ...and so does Blutarksi... ...and then Smith again... ...Bucky finally throwing him off.] SR: They are out in the middle of the Rave, away from the ring, crowd surrounding them and boy oh boy, security here doesn't look happy about that! [The fans aren't too bad, standing and loitering around the brawl but smart enough to either stay away or stand on a chair to get a better view. Smith gets up finally, Bucky following his lead...] "CRAAAAACK!" [HOT DAMN!] SR: A VICIOUS CHAIRSHOT BY SMITH! [Bucky takes it hard to the side, collapsing and grabbing his already heaving ribs. He goes to all fours... PROTEST POP!] "CRAAAAACK!" SR: DAMN!! [Smith puts him flat with another chair shot, tossing the bent piece of steel aside. He picks up Blutarski again, grunting in effort as he does. He gets him up, grabbing him by his ample wrist and bends down, grunting again... ...that grunt quickly turning to bug eyed panic.] SR: REVERSED... "CRACRACRASCRASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!" [HELLS YEAH!] SR: TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH SENT THROUGH THE CHAIRS! [Fans scatter as the giant body comes flying through. Chairs fly everywhere, Smith scittering along the dirty floor before stopping. He pulls himself up, pushing on a stable chair. He turns around... ...is that steel flying at him?! "CRACK!" [BIG POP!] SR: A chair! "CRACK!" [BIGGER POP!] SR: AND ANOTHER! Chairs are sprouting wings here in the Rave courtesy Bucky Blutarski! [Throwing his fists up in the air he gets ANOTHER big pop!] *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* [Bucky smiles as the fans go nuts... suddenly yelling out "SOMEONE GIVE ME A BEER!"... and they do!] SR: Isn't this against health code violations? [Bucky chugs half the beer in one sheer gulp... ...smashing the rest into Smith's head! HUGE POP!] *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* [Bucky leaves again, going a couple meters away before seeing a fan holding out another beer, and grabs it too! He takes yet another drink and then a run...] "SPLOOOOSH!" SR: THERE IS BEER EVERYWHERE! BUCKY: SOMEONE... GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER! [Bucky holds it up as the crowd goes NUUUUUUUTS!] *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* *CHUG!* [Oh he does... the fastest damn chug you've ever seen.] BUCKY: NOW... SOMEONE GIVE... [He points.] ..._HIM_ A BEER! [Pause.] SR: Oh no. [And here we go! Beer after beer after beer fly through the air, each on a straight trajectory for a soon to be soaked Tobias Chapel Smith. Cups full... the liquid only... they fly from nearly every fan who has one, a veritable tsunami of liquid courage splashing over and over against him! He covers up, shaking his head to avoid getting it in his eyes. Then it stops. Bucky Blutarski stares at him. The fans all stare. Security stares. Then... as one.] *THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clapclapclap!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clapclapclap!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clapclapclap!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clapclapclap!* SR: TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH IS DRENCHED IN BEER! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! [Snapping back into reality, Bucky decides to strike while the pan is hot, moving towards the doused Smith... and slips in the puddle of beer! Smith quickly takes full advantage... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ...launching an HARRRRRRD forearm to Bucky's back!] SR: Talk about spine rattling... [CRACK!]... and sends him head first into the seat of one of the few chairs still standing out there! [Picking him up again, Smith goes to hit his head into the flat steel... but Bucky blocks! POP!] SR: No chance... [CRACK!]... and Smith's head rings off the steel! [SUPPORT POP! Bucky stands half soaked himself after contact with Smith, beer covering the floor everywhere, chairs scattered in every direction. Near the entire viewing audience standing on the floor has come around to their side, getting as close to the action as safely possible, a few more adventurous fans coming over to pat Bucky on the back before plucked away by security.] SR: They're coming through the crowd! Part the sea, folks, wide load coming through and [THUNK!] RIGHT INTO THE WALL! [Smith bounces off and right back into Bucky's waiting grasp much to the fan's delight. He pounds Smith a few times as he leads him around, back over the guard railing... "SLAAAAAAMM!" ...and slams him on the short entrance ramp, backing off and leaning on the railing as he catches his breath.] SR: I think he's drunk! Drunk or needs to seriously hit a treadmill instead of McDonalds. [Smith starts getting up... again... and Bucky moves back on him. He charges up the ramp...] SR: CAUGHT BY A BIG BOOT! [OUCH! Right in the face too! Bucky tumbles down the ramp towards the ring. Smith follows, more so stalking, pulling Bucky up and returning an earlier favor, ramming him back first into the ring! Bucky grunts in pain as Smith pulls back...] SR: HEARTPUNCH! [GASP!] SR: EYE POKE BY BUCKY! [CHEATING POP!] SR: Looks like Smith isn't the only one turning the tables in this match! [Smith staggers backwards, stopped only by the guard railing. Bucky see's opportunity and takes it... "OHHHHH!" ...only Smith ducks, sending him over the railings!] SR: And into the other side we go! [The fans rush around, getting to a new view. Loud as hell they clamor for a spot. Smith shakes the cobwebs out, stepping over. Poor Bucky, breathing hard as heck, pulls himself up... "CRACK!" ...only to get a chair in the head! HARDCORE POP!] SR: Chair right to the head! [Bucky reels...] "CRACK!" [HEEL POP!] SR: ANOTHER BUT HE'S STILL UP! [Smith shakes his head in frustration, grabbing one last chair. This one he doesn't even fold, just hurtling it angrily at Blutarski! It hits square on, bouncing off awkwardly and onto the stage... and still Bucky teeters and totters.] SR: Bucky Blutarski is not going down! He refuses to fall, Tobias Chapel Smith holding him and... [OWWWWWWW!] SR: ...SNAKE EYES ON THE RAILING! [Now he's down! Bouncing off/falling off, Bucky hits the floor. Smith assaults him with rocketing stomps, each one landing in his large midsection, echoing out.] SR: Talk about an all out mugging! Tobias Chapel Smith is beating Bucky Blutarski, stomping the fight right out of him and... "CRAAAAAAAAASMASHAHASHA!!" ...THROWS HIM INTO MORE CHAIRS! [The crowd backs away as Smith makes a move for them. He turns away, the crowd smiling and enjoying their near death experience, more so enjoying that he's far out of reach. He leaves Blutarski laying, going back over the railing, pulling it closer to the ring. He gets in... and the crowd buzzes.] SR: I think this crowd is thinking exactly what I am thinking! They know what's coming and they can't believe it. I sure can't! [He's scaling the ropes.] SR: What is... WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH DOING!?! [Bucky is getting up on the floor, worse for the wear, as Smith perches atop the rope. He flexes his legs... ...and flies.] "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" [HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!] SR: DANGERRRROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-- [He doesn't even get to finish it, the crowd completely drowning him out!] HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! [_EVERYONE_ is on their feet. _EVERYONE_ is stunned, slack jawed, eyes wide open... and stunned.] SR: Holy... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! I HAVE SEEN SOME SPECTACLES IN MY DAY BUT THAT MAY HAVE BEATEN THEM ALL! A DEATH DEFYING DIVE BY TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH... all... holy crap. All three hundred pounds of him. [Tobias Chapel Smith seems to have taken it as hard as his downed victim. He rolls, kicking his legs in agony as he holds his midsection. Somehow, though, he starts getting up, flailing an arm to scatter fans too close.] Fan: Screw you, Smith! Fan2: YOU SUCK! Fan3: GO BADGERS! [And then they get going again!] *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* [An irate Smith glowers, stomping away and back to the ring. He throws the ring apron up, digging underneath and a gleam of steel says he found what he was looking for.] SR: A WRENCH! Tobias Chapel Smith has a wrench! What could he possibly be thinking!? [How about going right after Bucky with it?] SR: Oh no! He can't do this... well, I guess he can, this is Jisatsu rules... but this isn't humane! HE isn't humane! [The big man lumbers through chairs, knocking even more down (are there ANY standing?!) and lifts... "KEEEERAAAAAACK!" ...smashing the end of the wrench right into Bucky's forehead... and blood flies! VAMPIRIC POP!] SR: And here comes the crimson! That bastard... that sick bastard busted Bucky's head right open with the end of that steel, that iron wrench they use for the ring! [Bucky is down to a knee, soon dragged back towards the ring. Easily tossed over, he lands roughly on the ringside floor, Smith following. Blood trickles in several rivulets down the creases of his face. He uses a thick hand to wipe some away, instead smearing it all over.] SR: Bucky Blutarski is a sick mess and the relentless Tobias Chapel Smith is to blame, pulling him up and [THUNK!] MAKING IT WORSE! Right off the turnbuckle post, that unmoving, unbending iron... and more blood! MORE! [Fans cringe as Bucky rolls over, exposed a crimson COVERED face. He spits some blood out of his mouth, wiping his eyes... ...choked by a chair! Smith shoves it down into his throat, putting his weight behind it as the plucky Wisconsin native tries to fight it.] SR: He could kill Bucky! [Until he let's go, rearing way back... "SMAAAAAACK!" ...walloping Bucky in the abdomen! HEEL POP! The poor guy spits out more blood, already choking from the assault to his throat seconds ago. Smith roars defiantly before picking Blutarski up, somehow, rolling his massive frame into the ring.] SR: And finally this thing is back in the ring, Tobias Chapel Smith rolling in and... goes for the cover! Finally, a pin fall attempt... ONE! TWO! [The crowd POPS as Bucky kicks out, showing some big time heart. He holds his arm up, Smith glaring down at him, fire in his eyes. He shakes, running off the ropes and dropping an elbow. Then gets back up and hits a second. And a hard third, covering again!] ONE! TWO! [BIGGER POP!] SR: He will NOT stay down! Bucky Blutarski is fighting... and Tobias Chapel Smith is leaving the ring and [PROTEST POP!] grabbing a chair! He is taking these Jisatsu rules to the very limit! [Bucky clambers up as Smith is on the floor, just getting to his feet as the big man re-enters. Smith raises the chair for a finishing blow... ...stopped by a kick to the stomach! Bucky reaches, holding the chair, trying to pry it from Smith's strong hands.] SR: Fighting over the chair... "THWUNK!" SR: HEADBUTT! "THWUNK!" SR: ANOTHER HANGOVER HEADBUTT! [The crowd groans with each UBER stiff shot... and POP as they realize Tobias is bleeding as well!] SR: He busted him OPEN with that last head butt, Smith falling to the corner and here... [Bucky smiles, running in place!] ...he... [And charges!] ...COMES! [Bucky charges as fast as he possibly can right at the cornered Smith...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [AHHHHHHHHCK!] SR: AND RIGHT INTO ONE OF THE MOST HELLACIOUS CHAIRSHOTS EVER! HE IS DOWN! [And is he ever! Smith dives on top, actually hooking a leg.] ONE! TWO! THRE--KICKOUT!! [HUGE FACE POP!] SR: KICKOUT! BUCKY BLUTARSKI KICKED OUT! (pause) GO BADGERS! [The fans get right behind the hometown boy, led by several children and their parents.] *LET'S GO BU-CKY! LET'S GO! clap clap!* *LET'S GO BU-CKY! LET'S GO! clap clap!* *LET'S GO BU-CKY! LET'S GO! clap clap!* [Smith turns and stares, a little girl hiding behind her mother. A few fans laugh, yelling at Bucky to "Get up!" and "Come on! Fight! You can do it!" and such. Smith shakes his head in silent defiance, picking Bucky up... "THUNK!" ...and head butts him.] SR: No effect! [And does it again!] SR: STILL NONE! [Bucky starts shaking, teeth clenched, hands in fists. Smith sighs in exasperation, reaching way back and unleashing a big punch... and still Bucky fights!] SR: He's... uh... HE'S BUCKING UP! *LET'S GO BU-CKY! LET'S GO! clap clap!* *LET'S GO BU-CKY! LET'S GO! clap clap!* SR: THE FANS URGING BUCKY ON! [And Smith hits him one more time before Bucky shoots out a hand with shocking speed, grabbing the big man's head!] "THUNK!" "THUNK!" "THUNK!" "THUNK!" [OUCH POP!] SR: HANGOVER HEADBUTT CITY! [Leting loose STIFF head butt after head butt, Bucky gets Smith reeling, running off the ropes...] SR: CLOTHESLINE! [And Smith is right back up as Bucky rumbles in again!] SR: AND ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE! TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH IS REELING... [BIG POP!] AND DOWN AFTER A BIG FOOTBALL TACKLE! [A momentary pause draws a HGUE pop of support from the 75ish in attendance. Nearly all are standing, a few having returned their chairs to the upright position. Bucky looks down on the now bloody Smith... and smiles.] SR: I don't think he wants a beer this time. He wants... THE CHAIR! He has the chair, that very chair that has done so much damage to him and... [Smith gets up...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [...and the back of the chair flies out and into the crowd! SHOCKED POP!] SR: Was that part of the chair... TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH GOT WHAT HE DESERVED! [And falls down, crumpling in a bloody, swollen heap. He holds his head, face down on the mat. A once in a lifetime camera shot zooms in, capturing blood streaming from his forehead, sinking into the canvas and padding beneath.] SR: This match has been nothing short of astonishing. I thought I'd seen it all last show when Smith and Messiah teamed up against Bucky and Matt Korwin but this is topping that all. [Bucky leaves the ring and roots under the ring himself. He doesn't bring out a tool. He brings out...] SR: A TABLE! [HARDCORE POP!] SR: HE HAS A TABLE! Kick it up a notch! BAM! [...] SR: Sorry. [Bucky heaves the wood and steel frame out and stands it up, placing one end on the apron... and the other onto the metal railing, creating a temporary platform. He pats it, eyes it up... and heads back in.] SR: That cannot be good. That table is across the ringside area, across the apron of the ring and the ringside barrier used to hold fans back. Bucky is heading back in with evil intentions... cut off! Tobias Chapel Smith is on him! [The cheering fans boo... and then cheer as Bucky takes over again, pounding Smith. Hooking him he grabs the trunks and goes to lift... but Smith blocks, the crowd gasping!] SR: He's trying to suplex Smith over and through the table! We could have a new champion already if he does this... blocked again! [Smith unleashes some hard punches to the side, breaking the hold. He shakes his head, wiping blood away before hitting the ropes and charging in... ...only Bucky ducks, lifting him up over... ...GAAAAAAAASP! ...and Smith flies over, somehow avoiding the table and landing on the floor, tumbling down. BOOOOOO!] SR: They wanted to see him go through the table! [Bucky turns around, wondering where the crash and cheers are... and sees Smith on the ground. He quickly goes outside, grumbling and swearing the entire time. He half leaps, half falls off the apron... ...met by a BIIIIIIIG right hand!] SR: WHAT A PUNCH! [The crowd is in shock at the impact, another one rocketing right into The Badger's face! He is shot back several steps from the hit, Smith charging in for another, Bucky ducking...] SR: SPEAR! [POP!] SR: TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH IS GETTING A BEATING! HOT LORD I LOVE THIS! [Bucky jumps off of Smith, screaming... and drinking yet ANOTHER beer from a ringside fan to a THUNDEROUS POP!] SR: Is this guy even going to be able to walk out of here?! That's three or four so far tonight... in this match alone! [And finally he picks Smith up, putting him up onto... the table!] SR: Smith is on the table! He is laying right across that table, Bucky pounding him in the chest for good measure and climbing up... on no man. Don't do this! Don't do this, man! [He stands on the apron, does Bucky, near the ring post. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and runs... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!" ...leaping up and going right through it all, Tobias, table... all.] SR: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! [HUUUUUUUGE 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! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! 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: YOU SAID IT PEOPLE! YOU SAID IT! [The poor referee, already lost as is, slides out of the ring, checking on the quarter ton plus of bleeding man on the floor. Bucky rolls away, holding his stomach, shaking out a leg. Smith just lays there, rubble covering him.] SR: What a sight! Both these men are down, hurting after that AMAZING dive from Bucky Blutarski! [Fans clamor for a spot closest to the destruction, the ring barriers actually still up on that side. They scream, stomp, cheer and generally go nuts like everyone does after something like that.] SR: Both men are still down. Internal organs will be crushed, bones will be broken and... or... not. Bucky's moving! Somehow he is moving, likely since he took less of the impact then poor Tobias Chapel Smith did. He's crawling on the floor and... oh man! Don't get another table! [Head lolling he looks around the ring. He wipes blood from his face once again, finally reaching way under... ...and pulls out...] SR: BARBED WIRE! [A bunch of barbed wire comes out from the ring, Bucky cringing as he holds it... AND THE CROWD GOES INSANE! As insane as seventy or so can get.] SR: Bucky Blutarski has that bundle of barbed wire... throws it into the ring and does the same with Tobias Chapel Smith. These two have to be running on pure adrenaline at this point. It sure isn't blood fuelling them, all that's on the floor and all over themselves. [Bucky is slower to get into the ring, climbing onto the apron and rolling under the bottom rope. He finally does get up, kicking the barbed wire into apparent place. A quick tug and he pulls Smith to his feet as well... ...Smith reacting by breaking the grip and kicking him in the stomach!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUDUCK!" [SHOCKED GASP!] SR: DDT... RIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE! [Bucky flails around, holding his punctured forehead and scalp. Smith lays there, chest heaving from effort and exhaustion.] SR: If Bucky Blutarski wasn't bleeding enough already, being slammed headfirst into that skin tearing barbed wire will do the job! What a brutal match! [Rolling over, Smith grabs the barbed wire and heaves himself to his feet. He walks up to Bucky, pulls him to his knees... grinding the wire into his forehead! Flesh tears and blood streams anew, washing in with the screams of agony from The Badger and shrill cries of protest and hate from the fans!] SR: It's like a cheese grater! [Bucky goes down and Tobias Chapel Smith begins the painful task of unrolling the wire from the bunch it's in. This goes shockingly quick... though not so quick that he can't jaw with fans... and soon is in a loose pile. He grabs Bucky... ...BIG POP!] SR: HE SPIT BLOOD IN SMITH'S FACE! YUCK! [So Smith up and WHALLOPS him straight between the eyes. Bucky goes half down, Smith throwing him into a corner, lacing into him with a punch and a knee to his prodigious midsection.] SR: Is he trying to wrap Bucky around the turnbuckles with the barbed wire?! [Punching Bucky stunned again, Smith reaches, pulling through and around the turnbuckles, wrapping the wire around Bucky's thick frame. He pulls away once, shaking his hand in pain. Satisfied he... backs away?] SR: Bucky is hurt, stunned and dazed... but still, the wire is digging into his skin and... HERE HE COMES... "THUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMP!" [OHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWCH!] SR: BIG SPLASH! [Even Smith is hurt by it, backing off and rubbing his chest, small wounds appearing all over. Bucky... hangs there, supported by the wire until Smith pulls it away, the Drunk One falling down to the mat.] SR: Smith rolls him over... FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! [BIG POP!] SR: KICKOUT! Right in the nick of time Bucky Blutarski kicks out... though I gotta ask myself where he gets it from and why he'd want to with the abuse he is taking?! [Smith stays kneeling, looking up at the obviously frightened referee. Rolling his three hundred plus pounds over, Bucky rolls out of the ring, falling to the floor in a bloody, clothes torn heap.] SR: Smith needs to quit arguing with the referee. His victim, I hate to call him that too, is leaving and getting away! [The fans cheer on Bucky as he tries to pull himself up on the mat. Smith climbs between the adjacent ropes, turning to come around the ring and get Blutarski... ...and Bucky sees it, launching forward.] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" [Shoulder behind it, he tackles the ring steps, sending them flying into Smith! The big man, shocked by steel flying at him, falls backwards to a BIG POP!] SR: DESPERATION MOVE! That came from nowhere and it certainly gave him at least a few seconds to try and recover, not to mention taking the big man off his feet! [Crowd right behind him, Bucky gets up and limps over, grabbing the steel steps. He has trouble lifting them but the adrenaline of seeing Smith getting back up again courses through him, giving him newfound energy...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [And Smith goes down AGAIN, this time harder then ever!! BIG ASS FACE POP!] SR: STEEL STEPS TO THE HEAD! There is physicality and then there is what we are seeing here in tonight's main event! This has been simply brutal. Pure, unadulterated hate, brutality and sick, sick bleeding! Man alive! [Smith is especially bad at this point, blood smeared on his face, seeping into his hair causing it to stick together in a sick, congealed string of masses. Tired beyond all belief, Bucky grabs the hair, hand slipping the first time, rolling Smith under the ropes and following in, barely all the way into the ring when he goes for a cover.] SR: LATERAL PRESS! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEISNOTENOUGH! [HE WON... NO HE NEVER POP!] SR: Bucky Blutarski HAD HIM! He was THIS close to pinning Tobias Chapel Smith and picking up easily the biggest win of his career, not to mention his first championship! [Frustration drowned by exhaustion, an exasperated Blutarski leaves the ring and starts grabbing, you guessed it, chairs! He hurls one into the ring, then another and grabs several more in each hand, tossing them under. Then... the fallen guard railing.] SR: You have got to be kidding me! A guard railing, Bucky? A GUARD RAILING?! [The fans are absolutely beside themselves, though some silenced in complete shock at what they are witnessing. Bucky lifts the railing up, over the top rope and into the ring. He comes back in and gets p, met by a desperate Smith.] SR: Tobias Chapel Smith right there, fighting for his life! He knows Bucky has nothing but the worst intentions with all these chairs... and Bucky fights him off! Right hands...[THWAP! OH!]... BIG EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ROCKS TOBIAS CHAPEL SMITH! [The big man teeters, arms wheeling. Bucky reaches down...] "CRACK!" [BIG POP as he hucks a chair right at Smith!] SR: CHAIR TO THE FACE! "CRACK!" SR: ANOTHER! [Smith shakes it off and grabs his own...] "CRACK!" SR: AND A CHAIR TO BUCKY! The Badger stunned and Smith charges... TACKLED DOWN! [FACE POP!] *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* [The fans start rallying, most still on their feet, absorbed in the spectacle before them.] SR: Bucky Blutarski is taking control and could very well end this match here! We have half a dozen chairs, a guard railing in the ring... someone is going to get hurt! [Breathing so hard, Bucky has troubles pulling SMith up to his feet. Smith fires back with a punch, Bucky clamping on a full nelson as he avoids another!] SR: He has it locked--[UMPH! OHHHHH!]--CRUSHED IN THE CORNER! [The crowd gasps...] SR: Smith has a chair! [And leans way back...] "KEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!" [OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!] SR: HOME RUN SWING! [Bucky rebounds out of the corner...] "KEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!" [STIFF POP!] SR: ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT! "KEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!" [BALLISTIC BRUTALITY POP!] SR: ENOUGH! THIS IS ENOUGH! [Nope.] "KEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!" [Bucky starts to go down... when he suddenly fires up, fists clenched, jaw set, almost convulsing.] BUCKY: COME ON! COME OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN! [And he waves him on!] *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'S GO! stomp stomp!* *LET'S GO BADGERS! LET'"KEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [The crowd goes silent, the reverberations from steel meeting bone seemingly rebounding off every wall forever. Smith stares at Bucky... the crowd in shock and horror...] SR: Dear... holy... my... Worst... chair shot... ever. [Bucky almost collapses, the giant of a man in Tobias Chapel Smith screaming as he lifts him up ala a body slam and takes a run!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCK!" [And he dumps him right on his head, ON THE GUARD RAILING (~!) (yikes!) the crowd going APE SHIT BONKERS!!] SR: TAXI DRIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER DANGEROUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! 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 ref leaps into the air upon impact, hands on his head in shock!] SR: COVVVVVVEEERRRRRRRRRRRR! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! [GIANT HEEL POP!] SR: IT'S OVER! Chairshot after chair shot and a Taxi Driver onto the guard railing is what it took for Tobias Chapel Smith to prevail... and what a win. WHAT A MATCH! RA: YOUR WINNER AND STIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE NORTH EASTERN JISATSU CHAMPION... TOBIAS... CHAPEL... SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITHHHHHHH! [The crowd, many booing, start clapping in appreciation for the match they had the privilege of being witness to. Everyone is standing up, the referee checking on Bucky Blutarski, another on Tobias Chapel Smith. Blood soaks the mat, chairs left in the ring being kicked out of the way and to the floor.] SR: If this is any indication of what Tobias Chapel Smith's reign and title defences are going to be like, NEXT is in for a hell of a ride! What a night! [The title in a trembling hand, Tobias Chapel Smith starts to get to his feet. The crowd applauds both. Another fan shakes his head in disbelief. And blood soaks the mat.] [Fade.] ================= DVD EXTRAS EXTRA 1: Seth Kinsey Promo EXTRA 2: Matt Korwin Promo EXTRA 3: Eric Dane Promo EXTRA 4: Johnny Malibu Promo =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 1 =*=*=*=*=*= [The scene cuts to newcomer backstage interviewer Eric Hurley standing by in a two button modern suit jacket with matching flat front dress pants. He raises a microphone to a lips, has a huge smile plastered on his face and speaks.] EH: Ladies and gentlemen, this is newly recruited NEXT backstage interviewer Eric Hurley standing by.. and with me is newly recruited NEXT superstar.. and younger cousin of a known wrestling celebrity who I'm sure you all know but I won't mention because this man feels like he's better then name dropping.. but let's be honest.. the last name is a dead giveaway. Anyway, allow me to introduce to you.. SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!! [Seth Kinsey saunters into the scene. I'm not gay or anything but he's a good looking guy. He's got flowing blonde hair that curls up at the end and dreamy blue eyes with a straight nose and a muscular build with a nice tight butt. Seth throws an arm over Eric's shoulder and looks down at him with a wide smile.] SK: I'm not invading your personal space am I? EH: Not really.. no. SK: Good! So let's talk shop, Eric. Just hold that mic up nice and pretty like and let me do my thing, big guy. EH: Okay.. SK: If you haven't noticed, I'm something like wrestling royalty around here.. but I'm not hanging that over anyone's head. I'm a nice guy, see? Like, if you saw me in public and you said hi to me.. I wouldn't ignore you. [Eric smiles sheepishly, kind of caught off guard by Seth's bluntness.] SK: But I wanna be serious for a second. Y'see Eric, there's this dude hanging around the back here talking like he's big time.. talking about all the money he's got.. but y'know, I've seen the big leagues first hand.. and Steve Greedy.. [Seth looks right into the camera.] SK: You sir, are not big time. You're not even small time. You're wrestling in front of twelve drunk rednecks time. You're a small fish in an even smaller pond. And I'm just the bionic, pretty boy of war that's gonna bring you back down to Earth and crashing through the canvas for the ten count. EJ: It's actually a three count. SK: Whatever. That's not the point.. and don't correct me ever again. Anyway, Steve Greedy... I don't like you. I don't care about you. And when we get in that ring.. and we'll get in that ring eventually.. you're gonna see why Seth Kinsey is a damn freak of nature and you're some washed up never-was posing as a rich and famous wrestler. [Eric goes to speak but Seth casually waves him off.] SK: Not yet, big man. I just want to say before I scamper off.. all you liliputian hooker-turned-wrestlers huddling around a monitor and shaking in by GOD fear because you're looking at a damn warrior prince.. a gladiator of the squared circle.. a death-dealing card-wheeling son of Kendra Kinsey.. let this be fair warning to you all. I'm Seth Kinsey. I mean business. And you can take that to the bank... [Seth pauses briefly, a small grin playing on his lips.] SK: MY BANK! [Seth nudges Eric, really enjoying using Steve Greedy's trademark line.. Eric stands there awkwardly, having lost a lot of controll over the situation.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 2 =*=*=*=*=*= [The scene opens backstage at The Rave as "Kowboy" Matt Corwin watches a video replay of his tag team match last week with Bucky "The Beaver" Blutarski against the Native American giant, Tobias Chapel Smith, and his partner, the returning legend, Messiah. Still dressed in his street clothes, Corwin seems intent on studying TCS and barely notices when the still nameless NEXT cameraman and his trusty handycam enter the room.] CORWIN: "Huh? Oh...it's you. What are you doin' here, looking for excuses about why Three Bee and I lost our big debut match last week? "'Cause, if ya are, yer shit outta luck. There's no excuse for what happened last week and I'm not gonna waste my breath givin' ya one. "But you just remember that 'Kowboy' Corwin and Bucky 'The Beaver' stood up to two of the toughest sumbitches in this or any other company and lived to tell about it...and, if that ain't enough to keep you happy, then you just remember that we dished it out damn near as well as we took it, too." [Picking an empty styrofoam cup up off the table, Corwin spits out a stream of nasty brown tobacco juice before continuing.] CORWIN: "As fer this week at 'Second Chances,' I don't know who I'm wrestlin' or even _if_ I'm wrestlin' at all but, one way or another, I'm gonna get me a second chance at Tobias Chapel Smith and his friend, The Messiah, and I'm gonna show the whole damn world that their beatin' me 'n Three Bee was nothin' more than a fluke that ain't _never_ gonna happen again. "And if by chance I do get to wrestle either TCS or The Messiah here tonight, they're gonna find out the hard way that 'The Devil's Sinkhole' ain't no ride at Disneyland and 'Kowboy' Corwin... "Ain't _nobody's_ bitch." [Pause.] CORWIN: "As a matter of fact, I think I'm gonna go see me a man about a wrestlin' match so do me one favor if ya can." [The camera nods up and down as Corwin rises to his feet.] CORWIN: "Go find somebody else to pester and _don't_ be here when I get back." [The camera follows Corwin down the hall until he turns a corner at the far end and, as the scene begins to fade, the cameraman's voice is heard on air for the first time in his career.] VOICE: "Jeez, all I wanted was directions to the Men's Room." [Pause.] VOICE: "You ask me, these wrestlers are all too high strung for the own good." [And FADE.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 3 =*=*=*=*=*= [Cut.] [Backstage.] [Somewhere.] It all comes to an end like a bullet to the head. [The camera pans around, searching out the source of the voice.] And so here, in Milwaukee, I start over. [Finally we match a face to the voice. Standing in one of a half-dozen meandering hallways at The Rave is a rather tall, somewhat disparaging looking former Champion of something or another. His mane of blond hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail and his eyes are covered by dark sunglasses.] [He wears an old, beaten leather jacket over a TEAM DANGER t-shirt and khaki slacks. A look of despair covers his face, but he goes on.] [Oh, did I mention his name?] ["The Only Star" Eric Dane.] ED: I’ve been places that no one else in NEXT could even imagine, but I’ll be the first person to tell you that none of that matters anymore. No one here cares what belts I’ve won, who I’ve fought and maimed, or what group I represent. No one in NEO International cares, either... [A pause.] ED: But they will. [Dane reaches up and slowly pulls the shades away from deep cerulean eyes.] ED: Before I’m finished I’ll see the top again. I’ll be number one in the World again. There never has been a man alive who could shut me up or keep me from doing whatever I’ve wanted to do whenever I’ve wanted to do it, and I don’t see anything different here and now. And for once it doesn’t even feel like I’m doing this for myself. That’s what got me to where I am right now, walking around a venue not much bigger than a bingo-hall, bumping into guys I’ve never met before, but none of that matters right now. I’m not going to sit here and rattle off ten-thousand reasons why I’m better than anyone else around here. Quite frankly, until I prove otherwise, I am not. [He stops again, taking in his new surroundings, re-acquiring a taste for the independent circuit. This is not easy for him.] ED: I can’t promise NEXT that I’m the best thing for the place, because Christ knows I’ve got my share of demons and skeletons in the closet, but I can say this... I have been to the top of the Mountain. And I will see it again. [He replaces the glasses before making one last point.] ED: And as for the NEO International World Title? [For the first time tonight a grin stretches across his lips.] ED: It’s only a matter of time. [And with that "The Only Star" makes his way on down the hall.] [Cut.] =*=*=*=*=*= DVD EXTRA 4 =*=*=*=*=*= [The following is a pre-recorded segment.] [Hello, NEXT.] [Fade up for a brief interlude.] [The birds aren't chirping because it is starting to become cold out and they have all gone south where it is not cold out. We are out in front of the arena, that much is obvious. The trees are all bare and dead looking and the sky is overcast. It has rained recently, and so the gold and yellow leaves that carpet the frozen Milwaukee grass are soggy and unappealing for rolling around in.] [This isn't one of those high class areas of Wisconsin -- I'm sure they exist somewhere. We can tell this because of the cans and trash littered across the walkways and and spray painted walls that lead towards the Rave. Nevertheless, for some odd reason there is a chess board set up out front which is nice for the old people walking by who feel lost, they like that sort of thing. There are even a few pair of good looking people walking around. God bless the beautiful.] [One of these people is Alexander Kinzo -- not the good looking ones.. though he isn't atrocious.] Alexander Kinzo: Yes-so! [Alexander's thick body is squeezed into a Milwaukee Brewers starter jacket hat is really so nineteen eighties. He wears a winter hat with the hammer and sickle sewn on the forehead. Alexander smiles knowingly and reaches forward, his index finger lazily sliding one red checker into the back row.] AK: King meh! [Cut across the table. There is a small baby wrapped in blankets laying on the other side of the board. The baby stares at Alexander blankly and spits a little bit.] [Alexander throws all the pieces off the board and stands up.] AK: [JAPANESE] !!! [The baby sits alone.] [Black.] [Fade back in.] [Theme song time.] [THE JOHNNY F'N MALIBU SHOW.] [Big image of a pretty fly for a white guy figure. He is smiling and eating a crispy creme donut. Cut again, and he's doing the robot as colored lights flash everywhere.] #He walks alone# #Under the big city lights# #He always knows just when the time is right# #He never shows what he's thinking he keeps it inside# #Because he's too cool for school# [STARRING:] [Johnny F'n Malibu.] [There he is again. A few quick images of Johnny F'n Malibu such as him pinning Setzer Van Strife, him beating John Shock with a cowbell, and him holding hands with a monkey and walking down the beach.] #He comes alive when the sun goes down# #He gets it right# #You know he's always down# #He's got one eye open and his ear to the ground# #And he's too cool for school# [Alexander Kinzo.] [There is the plain looking, brown haired Japanese sidekick of Johnny F'n Malibu. He gets a similar collage of images such as wearing a "I'm Too Sexy" shirt, being punched in the nose for something Johnny probably did, Alexander eating chow-mein, and him playing a stuffed animal in a wild game of Shoots N' Ladders.] #He's an operator# #He's a real player# #And if you mess with him, you know you'll never win# #He's an instigator# #Enemy eliminator# #And when he knocks you better let him in# [Jason Cruise.] [The third beloved member of THE Armani Exchange. There's a shot of him dropping Stevie on his neck in EMWC last week only to be robbed of victory, him kicking the head of Tommy Ganz right off of his shoulders, and a last shot of him pushing the camera away during the filming of this A|X sponsored segment.] #He's got his own way of getting things done# #He's always looking out for number one# #Don't try to beat him cause he's already won# #And he's too cool for school# [ALSO:] [Rockwell LeMaster as Mr. Furley.] [A shot of Rockwell doing windmills with his arms to warm up. Mother would be so proud. This was obviously taken against his will while Alexander was hiding outside his locker room. Those crazy Japanese and their cameras.] [And Jaiden Andrews as Jaiden Andrews.] [Cut to a shot of poop.] [The music fades and the canned applause begins. We find ourselves fading up in a makeshift studio located in front of the Rave. There is a big NEXT banner with a couch still enclosed with bubble wrap plopped before it. This is where Johnny sits, looking all sexy with his patent Johnny-Shades over the bridge of his nose. He is wearing some Lucky jeans that grasp firmly onto his huggable butt and a white T-shirt with the cartoon image of Papa Smurf on it. Behind Johnny is Jason, who is pacing around as he talks on his cell phone to his mother.] Jason Cruise (JC): [arguing] It's alright, he's still settling in. [Pause. Johnny arches a brow.] JC: We ARE doing something with our lives! [Jason sighs. There is a long pause as Jason's mother goes into this crazy diatribe. It ends when Jason reaches out the phone to Johnny.] JC: She wants to talk to you. [Johnny makes a face and shakes his head vehemently. Jason shakes the phone insistently at Johnny. Malibu frowns, and reluctantly takes it.] JFM: Hello, Mrs. Cruise? [There is about five seconds of talking done by Jason's mother before Johnny reaches down and grabs a cap gun. He shoots it twice.] JFM: Oh, that. That was the crack addicts trying to get in again. Don't worry, I think I killed them. Gotta go! [Click.] [Johnny calmly hangs up the cordless phone and goes back to reading his magazine. Jason stares at him.] JC: You seriously didn't just tell my mom we were fighting crack addicts. JFM: Who cares. [Jason looks frustrated. Eventually, Johnny closes his magazine and looks over at his young friend.] JFM: You're an adult now, she can't make you go to your room. JC: Whatever. [Jason circles around the couch and sits on a box that contains Johnny's comic book collection. It's a large box. Johnny is cool because he reads comic books.] JFM: So what's on the agenda for today? JC: That lady from that wrestling monthly is supposed to come interview you. Also, we are being filmed as we speak. JFM: Fantastic segue. [Both Johnny and Jason glance at the camera and then continue.] JFM: Boys, I just want to love ya. Now give it to me, that funk, that nasty, that gushy stuff. JC: C'mon. [What happens now is what we in the business of filming things call a "pan". The shot pans to the side, centering on Johnny and only Johnny.] JFM: So NEXT. Let's talk about us and where this relationship is going and why on earth I am here. Naturally, there are many wrestling companies I could be conquering at this time but what it really came to was the fact that hey... I've never been to Milwaukee and I thought I would bring them a little Asian love. [Cut to Alexander Kinzo with his finger in his ear.] JFM: Right. But more importantly, what NEXT offers is something unique to the world of wrestling, a chance at a bigger picture, or title I should say. The NEO I World Title. Me oh my, can you imagine? Me, Johnny F'n Malibu, the collective champion of four feds at once! Yes, I can see it happening too, and in the end, we'd all be winners and I'm willing to live in the butthole of America known as Milwaukee to do so. By the way. What f[bleep]ing state are we in anyway? [Malibu glances off-screen.] JFM: Nobody? Alright. That aside, I see I really have my work cut out here. I mean, this place is filled with some really intimidating faces such as Bucky Blutarski and Gordon McDaniels. Names alone that would make anyone piss themselves. [There's a lengthy pause.] JFM: Oh who am I kidding, this place is a joke. It's like a bunch of kids were sitting around the television one day watching Johnny F'n Malibu's Greatest Hits, such as making Setzer Van Strife his personal whipping boy, and thought to themselves, "Hey, I can do that too." Naturally they were talking about SVS's lackluster performance. Then, a NEXT commercial zapped into the telly and it was like a light beaming down from the sky with a welcome sign and party favors to boot. Don't get me wrong, I am sure everyone here is an amazing athlete, they just are not grade A Johnny F'n Malibu caliber individuals. But I know, I know. If someone with the intelligence of Tobias Chapel Smith can do it, then so can you. Who am I to tell you all otherwise. [Johnny shrugs and scratches his mane of beautiful hair. He smiles.] JFM: But don't worry. When all of you crash and burn and crawl home to mother with your heads stuck between your legs and all of your friends who forked over eleven dollars to see you embarass yourselves you will have a great excuse to tell them. That excuse me furry little friends? [Johnny pauses, the drama!] JFM: Is me. Everyone will understand and you won't have to explain anything to anyone. But there is hope, a prayer if you will. You can avoid all of this. I would suggest hiring someone like Messiah to run in your matches should you ever face me. That way, when I win - because that is what I do, win, and retire titles - you will have an excuse. That excuse will be that Jesus hismself struck you down. [A solemn nod from Johnny F'n Malibu.] JFM: Some may say that I am in a lose-lose situation here because this company isn't exactly the coup de grace of wrestling. But fret not my people, I am in a good position because I am facing a long line of crappy opponents in my return to singles wrestling. And if I do lose, oh well. People will praise these tards for a little and I will have to deal with guys like Justin Harper years from now saying my fatal flaw is a loss to one of you but in the grand scheme of things I will always be better than you. [For a moment, Johnny seems to be at a loss. And then the solution to all this comes to him.] JFM: Because I once jobbed to Asama Inoue in an R-Cup tournament. [We are getting ready to end this promo now.] JFM: But let's not worry about that. Right now let's worry about all of you losing to a move whose name has lost all meaning. It is called the Glamour Bomb and it hurts. [Slow fade.] JFM: So does losing to Johnny F'n Malibu. [To.] JFM: That's who. [Black.]