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INEVITABLES (C) VS. RADICAL HIT SQUAD |
Levitan: This opening tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Radical American Wrestling Federation's TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first...
"Jungle Boogie" is played as the formidable duo of Bill Fury and Samoa Joe walk to ringside to an impressive display of applause.
Levitan: At a combined weight of 610 pounds ....."BIGSHOT" BILL FURY ...SAMOA JOE ...THE RADICAL HIT SQUAD!!
A tag team dichotomy, Bill is all business, with the focus of a seasoned street fighter. Samoa Joe is all energy, as he greets fans, works the crowd, and has fun with the people that paid good money to see them. The two make their way to the ring, and Bill enters with no fanfare. Joe walk around slapping hands with everyone at ringside. Clearing his throat, Fury tactfully lets his partner know that the time for fighting is at hand. Receiving the message loud and clear, Samoa Joe joins Fury in the squared circle.
Levitan: From Parts Unknown... at a combined weight of 611 pounds ... they are the RAWF World Tag Team Champions .... DEATH AND TAXES...THE INEVITABLES!!!
"Mister Scary" by Dokken kicks up over the speakers. The crowd boos as Taxes comes out first. Waiting, the lights go out, a single blood red spotlight illuminates the entranceway. "Dream Warriors" by Dokken replaces "Mister Scary," on the sound system, and Death walks out in all of his frightful glory. Joining Taxes, the champions raise their Title belts, then sling them on their shoulders. Traveling down to ringside, they try to get in the ring, but the challengers cut them off wherever they try to enter. Complaining to the ref that they will go back to the locker room if Fury and Joe don't back off, the official talks to the Hit Squad, and the champs are allowed to enter. A little angry, the champs refuse to let the ref have the gold, and they toss the belts outside of the ring, toward the timekeeper.
Doc: Now, that was stupid. Why give the tag champs more motivation? Why get them angry before the match?
Brad: The Radical Hit Squad is just playing some mind games. It looks like they got in their heads already! This is to the advantage of the challengers...the champs are getting off their game.
Doc: I don't see it that way. The champs are going to make them pay!
The Inevitables are attacked as soon as they toss the belts. Samoa Joe headbutts Taxes, Bill Fury chokeslams Death. Whipping Taxes at Bill, Fury presses him up and drops him over the top rope. Getting on the apron, Joe stays in with Taxes and the bell rings. Dancing around a little, to the delight of the crowd, Joe picks up Taxes and and sends a throat thrust his way. As he staggers, "Samoa's favorite son," hits him with a thrust kick, sending him down. Joe immediately runs the ropes and splashes Taxes, evoking an "ooohh," from the crowd. He hooks a leg...1-2-kickout! Picking up Mr. 1040, he slings him into the Hit Squad corner, and Joe beefs with the ref. Fury takes advantage of the little distraction and headbutts the Inevitable from behind.
Doc: What a cheap shot! I expected sportsmanship from the crowd favorites...but noooooo!
Brad: Come on, don't you think that the Inevitables wont do the same thing if they get the chance? The Radical Hit Squad is just fighting fire with fire, and this is for the gold...they are letting it all hang out for this one...
Doc: Yeah, you're right. They are letting it all hang out...especially Samoa Joe...disgusting!
Samoa Joe tags in Fury, and he grabs Taxes by the throat in preparation for a chokeslam. As Joe gets out of the ring, Death runs into the ring and plants a high knee into Bill's back. The ref admonishes him, but Taxes takes the opportunity and gets out of harm's way. Fury sends a couple of haymakers his way, but the Inevitable dodges them, and stings him with some jabs. Staying away from Bill, Taxes tags off to Death. Both Inevitables start to hammer Bill, and Joe rushes in to help him. The ref stops Joe and orders him out. While that is going on, Death and Taxes continiue the double team, and they hit a double vertical suplex, which elicits another "oooh" from the crowd. The ref gets Taxes out and Death drops a few elbows. Death applies a standing scissor lock around Bill's leg and falls to the mat to Bill's side. Death pulls on the leg, trying to hyper-extend Fury's knee across his body. In pain, Fury howl like a man-beast from long ago. Samoa Joe decides not to sit around and let his friend go through that, so he enters the ring and puts the boots to Death, causing him to release the hold. The official starts counting Joe, and orders him out. Taxes comes in and the Inevitables each grab a leg and make a wish. As Taxes leaves, Death drops a kamikaze headbutt into Fury's groin. The referee issues a stern warning about that...move, and Death ignores it completely. Running the ropes, he drops a knee on Fury. He runs the ropes again, and he drops a leg. Running the ropes one more time, he gets too close to Joe, and the Samaon native kicks him in the back of the head! Staggering forward, Death falls down. The ref issues a warning, and Joe ignores it much like Death did. The ref does make a count, because both legal men are motionless. 1-2-3-4 Death gets up, and Bill starts crawling to his corner. Death grabs one of his boots and tries to keep him from reaching his partner. As Bill is within an inch of making the tag, Taxes sprints in and hammers Joe off of the apron. Before getting on the apron, Taxes grabs Bill's other leg, and the Inevitables drag him to the middle of the ring. About the time that Taxes gets to the apron, Joe, quite furious at the punch that kept Bill from tagging, enters the ring and starts to punch Death. The ref gets in-between Death and Joe, and escorts Joe back to his corner. Taxes runs in and the two men each grab an arm and try to whip him into the ropes. Bill doesn't budge...he shakes off their grip, grabs them both by the throat, and administers a double chokeslam! The crowd gives him a standing ovation, and many people took pictures of the maneuver. Falling down, Bill once again crawls to his corner...and makes the tag! Samoa Joe explodes in the ring...he body slams Taxes, then he body slams Death. He clotheslines Taxes, then treats Death to the same move. He drops an elbow on both guys, then rolls Taxes out of the ring. Waiting for Death to rise, Joe hams it up for the crowd, and they raor with applause!
Doc: The Samoan "Hot Dog" is busy showboating when he should press his advantage!
Brad: Although I don't like the name-calling, I do agree with you, he should be taking it to Death, who is a tough customer!
Death gets to his feet and and Samoa Joe puts him on his shoulders and surprisingly nails a Samoan Drop. Going for the cover, the ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Joe picks him up, then hits a shoulderbreaker near a neutral corner. Making the sign for his finisher, Joe climbs to the top, sails through the air, and delivers an elbow from the top! Quickly, he makes the cover...
Brad: The Samoan A-Bomb, he hit it!
Doc: Big deal, I expect a power kickout from Death.
The ref makes the count...1-2-Taxes drops an elbow on Joe stopping the count! Joe drags Death over to the Hit Squad corner, and makes the tag. The Hit Squad then hit a double headbutt, sending Death crashing to the floor. Picking him up, Fury applies a torture rack, but it is short lived, however, because Taxes runs in and boots Fury in the stomach, causing him to drop Death. Grabbing Taxes, Bill slings him over the ropes to the arena floor, right next to a chair. Grabbing the chair, he climbs under teh ring and makes his way to the opposite end, where Samoa Jo is standing. Sneaking behind him, he clobbers Joe in the back with chair, then posts him. While Taxes had been underneath the ring, Bill had been delivering a press slam to Death, following up that with a few stomps. Picking up Death for the Chokebomb, Fury notices Joe getting posted. Letting Death fall to the mat, Bill sticks his head through the ropes, and tries to grab at Taxes.
Doc: What kind of idiots are these guys? This is twice now, that these bozos have had the edge, and they just stop their momentum, for nothing!
Brad: He is trying to help out his partner...its done every once in awhile in tag team wrestling...
As Bill reaches out for Taxes, "1040" hits him in the face with a chair. Death grabs the ref's shirt and gets his attention, while his partner swats Bill in the head a few more time. Bleeding, Fury collapses back in the ring. Death slowly climbs the ropes, jumps off, and hits the Sickle of Fate legdrop. The ref makes the count...1-2-3! Taxes helps Death out of the ring, but before they can make their escape, Samoa Joe starts "swinging for home" with a chair. Both Inevitables go down, and Joe doesn't stop until he sees blood. Referees come out and stop him, and Bill grabs the Title belts, dropping them on the fallen champs as they walk past...
Doc: In all my years in this business...I have never seen such poor sportsmanship! What sore losers...let me repeat that...LOSERS! You know this isn't over...Death and Taxes will want some revenge!
Brad: If I were the Inevitables, I would thank my lucky starts I got past them, and not try to rush into a rematch with these behemoths...
Doc: So, what you are saying is that they are sore losers, and you are a coward?
Still Tag Team Champions: THE INEVITABLES |
Donny Brooke is sitting over at the coffee station in the buffet room for the workers and right behind him Ryne Blood emerges!
Ryne: I see why Alyssa lost her match.
Donny: What do ye mean Ryne me boy?
Ryne: First off I am not your boy! And second off if you were training her to wrestle and not do tricks it would be a different story!
Donny: Ryne, it wasn�t what ye seemed!
Ryne grabs a coffee pot and smashes it off of Donny�s head and lands three punches to his head. Ryne then throws Donny on to the coffee station and climbs up himself. He grabs Donny and lands �End Game� on him. Security and some boys from the back arrive to stop Ryne. Ryne is now on top of Donny throwing repeated lefts and rights to an out cold Donny. Security and a few wrestlers remove Ryne and the camera fades down to a broken Donny
Brad: My god! Ryne Blood has lost it! And all over a woman too!
Doc: Heheheheh, a pissed off Ryne Blood is a Ryne Blood to be feared!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
"After Me" by Saliva ques up on the sound system.
Levitan: From South Boston, Virginia ....weighing 265 pounds ....this is BAGGS!
The six foot, six inch athlete appears at the top of the ramp with a impassive look on his face. He wears black tights with barbed wire designed on the pant legs and Baggs written on the back. He stalks down to the ring and climbs in, not bothering to lower the ropes, just stepping over them.
As Baggs awaits his opponent, �Walk� by Pantera comes
out loud from the speakers.
Levitan: And his opponent .... accompanied by his manager Hideki....from Cypress, California ....weighing 265 pounds ...this is ARSENAL X! After the guitar hits its
first note, fireworks ignite and Arsenal X and a
mysterious Japanese man walks out from the back. He is
holding X-Calibar high and pumping up the crowd. In
front of him is a 6 foot 8 Japanese man walking with a
stern face, staring directly at Baggs. The two both
get into the ring with Arsenal X going to the
turnbuckle and raising X-Calibar high. He jumps down
and the two stare menacingly at Baggs, with Baggs
staring back at the two. While watching Baggs, Arsenal
then gives the sword to the Japanese Behemoth, who
then walks out of the ring and stands at the edge of
the ring.
Brad: Wow, that must be Hideki, the man who has been
studying and training with Arsenal X over the past
week. He looks like a beast!
Doc: I wonder if Arsenal X and Hideki have been doing
other things as well? Hmmm�
The bell sounds and the two fierce competitors
grapple. Baggs wins the grapple and gets Arsenal X
into a headlock. After a few twists, he throws X into
the ropes and delivers a clothesline. Arsenal X
quickly gets up and throws a couple of stiff punches
that catches Baggs by surprise. Arsenal grabs Baggs
and throws him into the turnbuckle. X then follows it
up with a splash that sends Baggs onto the floor.
Without hesitation, Arsenal picks up the down man and
begins throwing chops to his chest. Arsenal backs him
into the corner again and follows it up with a kick to
the chest. With a sudden burst, Baggs grabs Arsenal X
by the ears and switches places and places a fury of
punches and kicks to the front torso of Arsenal. The
referee goes in and breaks up the melee and separates
the two wrestlers. Arsenal X, grimacing at first, then
smiles as he looks at Baggs. They lock up again and X twists and turns it into an arm wringer. Baggs grimaces and reverses it. Arsenal scowls in pain, then goes low and flips over, coming back to his feet, flipping Baggs ovr onto his back. X cinches in the armbar and twists. Baggs cries out a bit, then bites his lip and forces himself to his feet. He kicks X in the stomach, breaking the hold. He kicks him again, then propels off the ropes. Arsenal catches him in a sitdown powerbomb! Ref makes the count 1...2..kickout by Baggs. Baggs rolls out of the ring, holding the back of his neck.
Brad: Arsenal X, the current number one contender as a result of his winning the battle royal at Wrestlecade last weekend. Next week he could make history. He could win the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship!
Doc: Sure, and you could burst into flames right before my very eyes. Unfortunately for X ...and for me ...neither is going to happen.
Baggs walks around the outside near the announcer's table, taking a breather. He stops short when he approaches Hideki. Both men are about the same size. Baggs says a few choice words that Hideki just smiles at. Arsenal runs and leaps over the top rope hitting Baggs with a suicide plancha! Both men hit the arena floor hard, but Baggs takes the brunt of it. Arsenal picks him up and throws him back into the ring. While Hideki smiles and nods in approval. X climbs up on the ring apron and tries to launch himself over the ropes for a splash, but Baggs gets his knees up and Arsenal's stomach takes them square. Arsenal rolls on the mat, clutching his abdomen and Baggs pulls himself up on the ropes. Baggs stomps on X a number of times, then pulls him to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and powerslams him on the return. Baggs gets up and shoves off of the ropes, landing a kneedrop to X's chest. He follows that up with a stunning snap suplex and goes for the pin. 1...2...kickout by X. Baggs turns X over and puts him in a Boston Crab. Arsenal grimaces in agony, but sucks it up and starts crawling for the ropes.
Doc: Now wouldn't this be interesting? If X loses to Baggs, that would kill any momentum he might have going into his big match next week!
Brad: That's a good point. But it looks like ....yes, Arsenal made it to the ropes! Baggs has to release the hold!
Baggs relunctantly lets go of X. but stomps him and and drapes his neck over the bottom rope and drives his foot into the back of the head, choking X on the rope. The ref warns him and counts four before Baggs finally let's go. Baggs drives a knee to the small of Arsenal's back, then picks him up and flings him like a rag doll into the corner. Baggs pummels him with several punches, then tries to irish whip him out. Arsenal grabs the rope and holds on, blocking the attempt. Baggs tries again, but gets a foot to the chest for his troubles. Still holding on to arsenal's wrist, he hits with his own kick, then tries a third time to whip him out. Arsenal kicks him once ...twice ...three times in the chest. Baggs lets go of his wrist and Arsenal climbs the turnbuckle backwards to the second rope and comes down with a hard karate chop across the top of Bagg's head. Baggs goes stumbling off toward center ring and Arsenal almost decapitates him with a lariat.
Brad: That's the kind of resourcefulness he's going to need next week against Dirge!
Doc: He's going to need more than resourcefulness. He's gonna need several horseshoes and a flying pig!
Arsenal picks Baggs up and hits him with a wicked chop across the chest. Baggs sways back from the impact. Arsenal whips him into the ropes and propels himself off the opposite ropes, laying into Baggs with a devastating spear. He covers and hooks the leg. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Baggs. Arsenal gets up and bounces off the ropes again and attempts a guillotine legdrop, but Baggs manages to squirm away and X hits nothing but mat. Baggs struggles to his feet as Arsenal crawls away, holding his leg. Baggs stomps on the injured limb. He drags X over to the ropes and drapes his leg over the bottom one. He sets his foot on Arsenal's knee, then stands on it, holding the ropes for balance. X cries out and Baggs smiles wickedly. He pulls X to his feet, whips him into the ropes and sidewalk slams him on the return. He picks him up again, propels himself off the ropes and hits with a high knee that sends Arsenal tumbling head over heels back to the canvas. Baggs sneers at the fans, who give him a mixed reaction, then drives an elbow drop to Arsenal's sternum and makes a cover. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by X. Baggs stands up and waits like a vulture for X to rise. When he does, Baggs tries for the coupe de grace ....the Fatal Blow, but Arsenal has the presence of mind to duck under the attempt and grab Baggs for a reverse atomic drop as he turns back around. Baggs stumbles bowlegged, his face contorted with a mix of rage and pain. Arsenal bounces off the ropes, leaps, and hits with a hurricanrana! He pulls Baggs quickly to his feet and executes a t-bone suplex, then signals to the crowd that he's going up top. They give him a decent pop as he climbs up. From the curtain emerge the two guys that wouldn't talk to Jessica earlier in the show. They come sprintng down the ramp as Arsenal leaps and hits with an X-Cution!! He covers and the ref counts 1...2... the smaller man of the duo pulls the ref outside the ring by his ankles, stopping the count. The ref gawks at him in astonishment and starts to admonish him. Meanwhile, the larger man rolls into the ring and nails Arsenal with a clothesline, then picks him up and gives him an inverted gorilla press slam. The other guy rolls into the ring and the two of them stomp Arsenal into oblivion. The referee calls for the bell from outside, then rolls inside to try to break up the melee.
Brad: An obvious disqualification!! Who are these guys anyways??? Who do they think they are??
Doc: Heheheheh, I got the scoop for you Brad. That's "Sensational" Shawn Dee and Jerek Magnum!! New members of Damage INC!!
Brad: You got to be kidding me!! Dirge sure moved fast to rebuild a new stable!!
CS: Are you still sure about this?
Kahuna nods, and responds in a tone that indicates his lack of
patience.
BK: Yes, Sabre. This is how it will be. How it has to be.
Sabre shakes his head and stops pacing and turns to Kahuna.
CS: You just be careful. Remember what I've taught you about control.
Kahuna smiles at Sabre, not a humorous smile, however.
BK: Don't you worry, Sabre. I'm not going to go totally nuts. Although
that might be fun.
Sabre drops his head down and sighs.
CS: I do hope I'm not watching all of my hard work with you, and all
of
your hard work with me falling apart in front of my eyes.
Kahuna stands up and puts his right hand on Sabre's left shoulder, this
causes Sabre to look up, showing the concern.
BK: You have nothing to worry about, Sabre. You have taught me will
and
you have many other things to teach me. But it's time that I did
some teaching of my own.
With that, Kahuna departs the locker room area, leaving Sabre to look
at
the closing door and shake his head.
CS: That's what I'm worried about, my friend.
Sabre sits down and notices something in Kahuna's gear bag. He pulls it
out and it is an English translation of one of the stories in Kahuna's
little Japanese story book. Sabre flips to the last page...
CS: "Have faith in yourself and in your friends. Those around you who
think less of you, or think you are not worthy, must be shown by
your actions, as well as your words, that you are what you say.
This can only truly be accomplished by having the faith, trust and
respect of your friends and yourself."
Sabre reads this passage again, this time to himself, then he nods a
look of determination crosses his face.
CS: Alright, Kahuna. If you want to do it this way, you're man enough
to make that decision. I, as your mentor, and friend, will stand
with you.
Sabre busies himself with other things while he awaits Kahuna's return.
Levitan: From Whittier, California .... weighing 235 pounds ...he is the RAWF Television Champion .... he is Blackout!!
Blackout struts to the ring, the belt fit snuggly around his waste. He climbs in to the ring and gives the fans hell, posing for them and shouting.
Brad: I have just been informed Doc, that Matt Higgerson is unable to wrestle due to the severe beating he recieved by Damage INC. at the beginning of our program. And since there was no time to find Blackout a suitable challenger, Blackout wins this match by default.
Doc: I think Blackout already knows that Brad, he's not even removing his belt. Oh cool, he's got the mic!
Blackout pauses while the fans give him hell, jeering and booing. He smiles.
Blackout: Ohhhhhhhh Higgggggggggerson???? Where are you???? Awwwwwww, didems get a boo boo????
The fans respond with louder boos. A paper cup finds it's way into the ring, thrown by a rowdy fan. Blackout kicks it aside and continues.
Blackout: Nah, that's not it. You couldn't have been hurt THAT bad! The truth is you're a coward!! You know I kicked your ass at Wrestlecade and don't want any part of me again!! You go ahead and ride away in that ambulance, we both know your breathing a sigh of relief that you got out of this match!! That being said ....I'll go ahead and do your job for you here Levitan ..... THE WINNER AND STILL RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPION .....BLAAAAACKOUT!! HA HA HA HA!
Croc: Congratulations champ! A great victory!
A smattering of boos and laughter rattle around the arena as Blackout gives Croc a gesture of "What do you want?"
Croc: No seriously! That was one hell of a match. But I didn't just come out to rain some praise on you, I came out to inform you of something ... kind of doing Vice's job for him if you will. I just thought you'd like to know your opponent for next week...
Doc: Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Is he saying...
Croc: That's right mate! ME! The Aussie Icon and the uncrowned Ironman of the RAWF!!! And next week, I'm gonna be the Television Champion! So bring your spark plugs and energizer batteries, because Blackout is gonna be LIT UP when I'm done with ya!!!
Blackout gawks at the Aussie Icon for a second before putting the mic to his lips.
Blackout: HEY! Mr. Icon! I don't know what Vice is trying to pull here, but there is absolutely no way I'm gonna lose my belt to some Foster's loving, Wrestlecade losing, piece of crap like you! If I wasn't such a nice guy I'd come up there and whip your kangaroo ass right now!!
Croc raises a cocky eyebrow and smirks
Croc: Easy there champ. We don't want you to get hurt before our match next week do we?? But let me inform you of something. I AM going to take your belt ...and then I'm going to go on and win the Triple Crown ...and sometime after that I will be the World Champion ...probabaly all at the same time!! So you better get used to that idea! Got anymore comments?
Blackout starts to respond, but Croc interrupts him before he can.
Croc: Didn't think so. Seeya next week .... idiot.
Croc turns around and disappears behind the curtain as Blackout sneers after him and the camera switches to backstage....
Winner by disqualification:
Shawn helps Baggs to his feet while Jerek picks Arsenal up. Hideki comes rolling into the ring bearing Ex-Calibur, swinging it around like a practiced expert! The three Damage INC. members run for their lives, scampering out of the ring at the bottom of the ramp. They turn back towards the ring and shout things like "DON'T MESS WITH DAMAGE INC!" and "DIRGE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR ASS!" Hideki stands protectively over Arsenal as we go to commercial...
Backstage, Big Kahuna is sitting on a bench in front of his locker.
Carl
Sabre is pacing around in front of him.
MATT HIGGERSON VS. BLACKOUT (C)
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Television Championship!! Introducing first ...the champion!
Brad: What could he possibly have to say?
Winner by default: BLACKOUT!
Blackout starts to toss the microphone back at Dan when suddenly the arena suddenly plunges into darkness. Five spotlights circle around the arena, before converging upon the entranceway, triggering a massive pyro explosion. "Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit hits and out from the curtain strolls CROC!! He has a mic in his hand and a smirk on his face. He settles the mic into the crook of his elbow and claps slowly and mockingly at Blackout. Then he takes the mic and speaks...
Frank Manning is shown walking down the hallway of
the RAWF arena. He comes to a locker room door with
the word Sinner stenciled on the front. He knocks.
Voice from inside: YEAH!
Manning: It's Frank Manning, I'm here for your first
interview.
The door opens as we see the man known as Sinner in
the doorway, he is dressed in a black t-shirt which
reads Born to Raise Hell on the front, and black cut
off jeans. He also has the number 7 tatooed on his
arm with barbed wire wrapped around it. At his side
is Sinners girlfriend Seven, she is wearing a red
plaid mini-skirt, a white button up shirt, red neck
tie, and little red horns on top of her head, she puts
her arm around him.
Sinner: Sure Frank, come on in.
Manning enters the locker room and sits in a
comfortable leather chair next to the love seat where
Sinner and Seven are seated.
Manning: You are the newest aquisition in the RAWF, do
you think you can keep up with the competition in the
RAWF?
Sinner: I think I'll do as good a job as everyone else
personally. And I also think like everyone else my
eye is on the biggest prizes in RAWF, the World
Championships, but for now my biggest concern is
gaining everyone's respect.
Manning: So where did the name Sinner come from?
Sinner: Don't know, I just kinda invented it to fit my
lifestyle, I've never believed in anything religious.
I'm not against anyone for there religions, as long as
they don't go waving it in my face we won't have a
problem.
Manning tucks his gold crucifix necklace inside his
shirt as Sinner gives him a grin, and Seven nearly
laughs out loud.
Sinner: Like I said Frank, I'm not gonna persecute
anyone for what they believe in, I just choose the
scientific way of thinking how we were created. Besides, I know YOU are no saint!
Frank: Oh, Ok, well uh,.......
Sinner: I've made you uncomfortable Frank?, that
wasn't my intention.
Sinner moves over and stands next to Frank and
places his hand on his shoulder, Manning is visibly
freaked out a little.
Sinner: You see Frank, there's no need to ask me
questions, I'm a Sinner, but unlike what the "good
book" says, I don't want to pay for my sins, I want
someone else to pay for them, that sounds more fun.
So in a couple weeks, I'll have my debut, and my real
career starts, I'm out of the high school gyms now,
and I've moved up to the big arenas.
Sinner helps Frank to his feet and walks him to the
door. He puts his arm over Franks shoulder as they
walk.
Sinner: It's been great talking to you Frank, but I've
got other business to attend to, so if you don't mind,
we'll continue this another day ok.
Sinner opens the door for Frank who leaves and then
politely closes it.
Frank: Who is this guy?
With those words, the scene fades.
KRIS WAYNE VS. JOHN PATRICK VS. CROC
Levitan: This contest is scheduled for one fall .... and is a qualifying match for the Triple Crown Tournament! Introducing first...
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit blares and the cocky Croc comes forth from the back. With resentment and contempt written all over his face, he dismisses the fans from his attention like a King dismissing a crowd of peasants.
Levitan: ...from Sydney, Australia ...weighing 248 pounds ...The Aussie Icon ....CROC!!!
Strolling to the ring, he mounts the second turnbuckle and holds out his arms, drawing all the attention to himself. Soaking in the hatred from the booing crowd, the Aussie Icon smiles most cruelly, and hops back down to the mat.
Doc: There he is...the "uncrowned" Ironman champion! He got totally screwed at Wrestlecade, the time had expired, yet the ref kept on counting. What a travesty! By the looks of things, he has refocused himself, and I'm betting he'll be the first RAWF Royalty!
Brad: I take issue with everything you just said. First, the ref kept counting because time had NOT expired yet in that Ironman match. Secondly, about you wagering that Croc will win it all...just remember that bet you lost on High Roller!
Doc: You can't let anything stay in the past, can you?
Levitan: And the next competitor...
"Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller starts playing, and Kris Wayne comes out in his black trunks with the purple stripe up the side and a RAWF T-shirt. The crowd cheers, but they step it up a notch when the scrappy sound man turned wrestler pantomimes putting a crown on his head. Playing to the crowd, "The Man" continues his announcing chores.
Levitan: from Cupertino, California...weighing in at 195 pounds ....."SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!!!
Jason Pryde emerges behind Wayne, dressed in blue jeans and an Izod polo shirt. Keeping his eyes out for anything, Pryde has to chuckle as Shadow strikes "regal" poses on his way to the ring. The crowd eats it up, but Wayne turns serious as he gets closer to the man called Croc.
Doc: Speaking of Roller, here is the man who sent him packing. I have no love for this guy, but I do appreciate him whipping the man who cost me some greenbacks!
Brad: What's not to like about this guy? He doesn't let his small size keep him down. Pound for pound, he can hold his own...and it's due to the teaching of his manager, Jason Pryde!
Doc: What did Pryde do? Teach him how to beat Roller? A trained chimpanzee could've beat High Roller!
Levitan: And finally ... from Wichita, Kansas .... weighing 252 pounds .... this is JOHN PATRICK!!!
"Not Falling" heralds the coming of the third combatant. Patrick walks down to ringside and the roof nearly comes off the arena. With deafening cheers, the crowd shows it's appreciation for the legend that almost became their Heavyweight champion. On the trip to the ring, some fans pat him on the back, give him kind words such as, "You'll get it next time," "You are MY champ, JP," and such. Getting to the ring, he jumps up to the apron, enters the ring, and stares at Croc.
Doc: Speaking of trained chimpanzees, "The Primate by Design" doesn't seem to know that he has TWO opponents!
Brad: A skilled hunter always goes for the strongest kill first. Croc, the more seasoned of his two opponents, would be a natural choice to focus on first...but you are right...he shouldn't forget Shadow.
Doc: Of course, Croc and JP could pound the little runt into a greasy spot...then they could forget about him...
Brad: "Little runt?" Will you stop?
The bell rings and John Patrick levels Croc with a nasty
clothesline
and sends Croc over the top rope. Running up behind John is Kris who
hits a
jumping sidekick on John sending him over the top. Both John and Croc
get up
as Kris runs, jumps and lands on the top rope and executes a corkscrew
plancha.
Brad: Oh my word did you see that? What the heck was that?
Doc: A flying dork .....go figure!
Brad: Ladies and gentlemen Shadow Kris Wayne just executed a beautiful
display of balance and athleticism and I am stuck with an imbecile who
comments on a man by calling him a dork!
Doc: What did I say?
Kris is on the apron as JP and Croc get up, Kris lands a beautiful
springboard moonsault on both men again. Kris then goes up again to the
apron
and goes for a legdrop onto Croc and Croc seems to have some wit about
him
and gets out of the way. Kris lands on his ass and screams loudly.
Croc,
slow to his feet, boots Kris in the face. Croc then grabs Kris and whips him
into
the railing. Kris smashes off the railing and wails in pain. Croc grabs
John
Patrick and hits a nasty reverse DDT hard on the floor. John is
screaming in
pain holding his head. Croc then rolls John into the ring. Croc follows
suit, grabs John and whips him into the ropes. John reverses it, however, and as
Croc
comes back, John hits a high knee in Croc�s face. John immediately
covers
him and only gets a two count. John tries to grab Croc and is met with
a low
blow to the groin. Croc then gets up and hits a snap
suplex.
Brad: That snap was nasty!
Doc: Wait! The Icon held on and has hit another snap suplex! Oh my
another
and this time he has a float over for the pin! Call up Roseanne Barr
and
tell her to sing because this is over!
Brad: No, it isn�t! Look! Out from the top rope, Kris Wayne is flying and
he
just broke up the count by hitting Croc with an elbow drop!
Doc: I think Croc got a knot in his head from that shot!
Kris grabs Croc and floats over with a sunset flip and gets a two
count. Continuing, Shadow pulls Croc up with a handful of hair and hits him with a spinning
mule
kick. Going for the cover, Shadow only gets a two count as John Patrick pulls him off.
Wayne,
quick to his feet after that JP save, hits John with a quick monkey
flip. Working quickly, Shadow clamps on a side headlock, runs, and turns it into a bulldog. Dropping a knee, Kris then mounts himself on top of JP and starts to unload some
punches.
From behind, Croc slaps Kris in a Dragon Sleeper. Kris reverses it
with a
snap mare and as both men slumber up Kris nails a hip toss. Pressing his advantage, Shadow buries an elbow into Croc's midsection. Wrapping his legs around, Wayne applies a leg-scissors sleeper. Croc tries to battle through it, but Kris has it clamped on well. JP
gets
up again stomps Shadow, causing a release. Grabbing Wayne by the hair, JP starts to punch his opponent, but the quicker, more agile opponent ducks and dodges the blows. Kris then devours him with a barrage of martial arts kicks
until
John falls back into the corner. Sharing the wealth, he then throws an elbow into JP�s
midsection. Kris comes running out with JP and nails an Ace Crusher
snapping
JP�s head and covers him.
Doc: I told you Kris would win!
Brad: You did not!
Croc makes the save after a two count. He then jumps to his feet
and is
met with a Kris Wayne dropkick. Croc is up again and Kris hits another
dropkick. Croc gets up again and Kris goes for a dropkick and Croc
moves out
of the way. Shadow, not letting up, hits a spinning heel kick, knocking the Aussie Icon to the mat. Croc then rolls to the outside to clear his head. From
behind, John Patrick rolls out from behind, spins him around, and
laces him
with a nasty right hook. Uncorking a few more fists, the Legend winds up, to the approval of the crowd, and sends one more stiff shot into Croc. John then slams Croc into the ring. From the
inside
of the ring, Kris grabs Croc and pulls him in. Moving quickly, the Shadow hits a single arm DDT. Making a cover, the ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Patrick had jumped into the ring to make a save, but was too late. Fortunately, Croc kicked out on his own. Wayne and Patrick each grab an arm and whip Croc into the ropes. The Aussie Icon bounces off, leaps up, and double clotheslines Patrick and Wayne. JP rolls out of the ring, Kris gets up and starts exchanging blows with Croc.
Doc: Wait a second! I think the odds just got stacked! Look who is at
the
top of the ramp!
Brad: Good god, it is his best friend and Revolution partner, Ryne
Blood!
Doc: Croc and Kris are brawling inside the ring. And what is this?
Ryne has
come down and he and John Patrick are talking! Plotting...... what the heck
is
this Revolution crap?
JP and Ryne tap fists. JP turns around to go back into the
ring.
Brad: Oh, my god! Ryne Blood just hit a forearm off of JP�s back and
John
has crashed to the floor. Ryne Blood is beating down John Patrick!
Ryne picks John up in a reverse stalling vertical suplex base and
turns him around and smashes John�s back off the steel railing and
holds onto him in his own version of the Dragon sleeper, known as the Blood Dreams
Brad: What the hell is that! I think he killed John Patrick!
Doc: Did you see his back smash off that railing! JP is hurt!
Brad: He won�t even let go of that Blood Dreams submission he has
on
him. The referee has no idea what is happening! He's paying attention to Kris and Croc!
Doc: Security has come down and Ryne is pushing them off of him! What
is he
doing? Ryne is dragging John to the steel ramp! Ryne is holy
sh�
Brad: He just nailed the End Game on John onto the steel ramp!
Doc: Ryne blood is, without a doubt, ruthless!
Brad: Someone get a medic!
Doc: We still have action inside of the ring! As Kris Wayne goes to
whip
Croc into the ropes!
Croc reverses it and Kris Wayne executes a handspring off the ropes
and
hits an elbow on to Croc. Wayne then delivers a quick leg drop to Croc. Running the ropes, he performs the "rolling thunder" maneuver. Although fairly inexperienced with that move, Shadow hit it for the most part. He hit it well enough to stun the Icon. Croc tries to crawl out of the ring, but Kris grabs his legs before he could do it. With his head out on the apron, Croc watches in horror as Wayne starts a slingshot catapult! The force of the move sends Croc's neck into the bottom rope...
Brad: Croc is hurt! Kris Wayne grabs Croc and is going for what appears
to
be a bulldog setup. Wait! Croc, in desperation, and full of adrenaline, slips out. Kris turns around and
Crockick!
Crockick! Croc just nailed Kris Wayne with the Crockick! Croc with the
cover
and Croc is going to the next round as referee Joe McGaw counts to
three!
Doc: This is great! The Aussie Idol is going to the next round. And it
seems
with have JP on a stretcher and he isn�t going anywhere but to the
hospital.
Winner: CROC
"Break Stuff plays as the crowd isn�t really reacting as
they
are more interested on the welfare of John Patrick.
Brad: That display of
violence
was disgusting! Ryne Blood is an animal and what he did was
deplorable!
Doc: Yah, yah but your winner is the Croc!
RYNE BLOOD (C) VS. DYNAMITE NEWTON
Levitan: The following contest is our main event, scheduled for one fall .... it is for the RAWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first ... from Miami, Florida ......weighing 287 pounds ... this is the challenger...DYNAMITE NEWTON!!
"Gang Related" by AnyBody Killah keys up and the crowd gives the young competitor a warm reception. As he walks out to the ramp area, the cheering fans fire up a "Dy-na-mite! Dy-na-mite!" chant. One fan holds up a black sign with lime green letters saying NEWTON IS THE BEST OF THE U.S. Giving the thumbs up to his supporter, Newton heads to ringside.
Levitan: And his opponent.... weighing 275 pounds ... he is the RAWF United States Champion ... this is "RUTHLESS" RYNE BLOOD!!!!
"South of Heaven" by Slayer reverberates throughout the arena and the lights go black. One spotlight shines on the top of the ramp illuminating a lonely silhouette the size of a Greek god. Waiting a moment, Blood then walks through the spotlight, becoming visble, and the crowd boos him enthusiastically. Walking at his own pace, the U.S. champ, bedecked in black robe, ominously trudges down to the ring.
Brad: The U.S. champ is coming off a big win at Wrestlecade. He has power, momentum, and a new attitude on his side...
Doc: The one person on the face of the Earth that I wouldn't want to be right now is Dynamite Newton. If Ryne Blood has no qualms about attacking his friend, what do you think he'll do against some guy trying to take his title?
Focused, the U.S. champ gets in the ring and starts taking his black robe off. Newton jumps at the opportunity and spears Blood before the robe is completely off. Slamming fists into Ryne's face, the champ takes the punishment and frees his arms while sitting up. Newton, sensing a possible swing of momentum, stops the punching, jumps to his feet, then hits a standing dropkick right between Blood's eyes. Sitting right back up, Blood's complexion gets a little more scarlet. Dynamite flips over the U.S. champ and kicks him in the back of his head. Moving quickly, Newton straddles's Ryne's neck with his legs, grabs both of Blood's legs, and pulls him up, stretching the hamstrings and compressing his neck. Unfortunately, the champ's neck is very think and very muscular, so the stump puller wasn't as effective as Dynamite had wanted. Releasing the hold, the challenger sends a piston kick into Ryne's back. Newton flips over Blood again, this time, however, he hits a neckbreaker on his way over. Getting back up, he helps Blood up and tries to whip him into the ropes. The powerful champion reverses it, sending Newton into the ropes. On the return, Blood attempts a powerful clothesline, but Dynamite ducks it, bounces off the ropes and comes back with a high cross body. Catching the 287 pound man with surprising ease, Blood tries a fallaway slam, which Dynamite blocks by wrapping his arms and legs around both of Ryne's arms, in a "reverse crucifix." The champ's momentum sends him on his back, with Dynamite on top. Blood immediately bridges up, stands both he and his opponent up, turns him around, and applies a backslide. The ref makes the count...1-2-kicks out of the hold! Dynamite rolls to a safe distance, stands up, and tries another spear, which Ryne dodges. Dynamite ends up posting himself between the second and top turnbuckles. Grabbing the injured challenger, Blood performs a belly to belly suplex. Working quickly, he hits a T-bone suplex, then a gargoyle suplex. Thinking that Newton was ripe for the kill, he bends down to pick him up, and Dynamite rolls him up into a small package...1-2-reverses the hold...1-2-reverses the hold...1-2-kicks out of the hold. Both men get to their feet, but Blood is a little quicker as Dynamite still feels the effects of the suplexes. He grabs ahold of Miami native and hits a front ring rope suplex. Dangling on the top rope, Ryne punts him over the side, down to the arena floor.
Doc: If I was Dynamite Newton, I would be very worried right now!
Brad: Why do you say that? It has been a terrific "give and take" kind of match.
Doc: Well, at the beginning of this match, Newton "gave" Ryne a tremendous amount of abuse, including several good shots to the head, and Blood "took" all of that without too much trouble. Now, it is Dynamite that is in trouble, and I don't think he is as resiliant as the U.S. champ.
Brad: I'll tell him you said that...
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-Dynamite gets back in the ring. Ryne pounces and body slams him. Dropping an elbow, he hooks a leg...1-2-kickout! Furious that Newton kicked out, he hits him with a series of punches, and begins to choke him...1-2-3-4-break! 1-2-3-4 break! The ref warns him not to do it again or risk disqualification...Ryne slaps on another choke and openly dares the ref to call for the bell. The ref doesn't call for the bell, but does make another count...1-2-3-4-break! Making another cover, Ryne hooks the leg again...1-2-kickout! Mad, and muttering a gutteral noise that would intimidate a bear, Blood picks Dynamite up and whips him into the ropes. A flapjack and a brainbuster later, and Blood makes another cover...1-2-kickout! Slamming more fists into his challenger, Blood is warned by the official AGAIN...which irritates the U.S. champ quite severely. Backing the official into a corner, Blood informs him that he, Ryne Blood, makes the rules, not the little piss-ant referee. The ref starts talking about fines and suspensions when he sees Dynamite coming toward them. Getting out of the way at the last split-second, the offical narrowly escapes getting squashed by Blood as Newton dropkicks him into the turnbuckles.
Brad: Newton showing some of that resiliancy you were talking about. He has taken some punishment, and is now on the come-back trail!
Doc: He is just coming back for more pain...he should've laid down for the three!
Brad: I'll tell him you said that!
Doc: Are you a broken record? Why don't you tell my mommy, too?
Doc: I'll tell your mommy...in bed tonight.
Doc: Hehehehe...mommy jokes never go out of style..I'll give you credit for that one...hehehe
Ryne bounces off the 'buckles and into the waiting arms of Newton, who hits him with a German suplex. Bridging up, he makes a pin attempt...1-2-kickout! Blood twists around and stands up, but Dynamite continues to keep ahold of him. Picking him up again, instead of completing the German suplex, the challenger allows Ryne to drop in front of him. Dynamite then drops a leg. Waiting for Blood to stand, he kicks the champ, uppercuts him, kicks him again, then hits a diamond cutter! Hooking the leg, Newton makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Backing up...he waits for the U.S. champ to get to his feet, and he sprints over to clothesline him. Clubbing him forcibly in the chest...the Ruthless One does not go down. Running the ropes, he clubs Blood again...and he does not go down. Running the ropes one more time, Newton runs toward Blood, and Ryne charges him as well, they both hit each other with a double clothesline! The ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-
Doc: If neither guy gets to his feet by the count of ten, then nobody walks away with a victory, but Ryne still walks away with the gold!
Brad: The championship advantage is nice to have...
5-6-7-8-Blood gets up, followed closely by Newton. Both men start trading shots. Dynamite ducks under a haymakers and sends a shot into Blood's kidneys. Blood just grunts, sucks up the pain, and hits Newton with a forearm. Whipping Dynamite into the ropes, he delivers a spinebuster. Going to the top rope, Ryne planned on delivering his version of the Kamikaze headbutt. When the challenger started getting to his feet a little earlier than anticipated, Blood switched to a double ax-handle, and it worked with pulverizing force. In desperation, Newton sits up and low blows the champ, rolling him up in the process...1-2-kickout! Furious, Ryne holds his groin, but not his temper in check. The Ruthless One delivers a headbutt, a forearm, a punch, and a clothesline to Newton. Picking him up, he puts on an amazing demonstration on how to perform the tilt-a-whirl slam. Pouncing, the U.S. champ locks on a racked kneeling leg lock. In pain, the challenger slowly and methodically makes his way to the ropes. The ref calls for a break, and Ryne scowls at him as if he just insulted his mother. Getting in the ref's face again, Blood threatens him with bodily harm. Growing pale, the ref backs off a bit. Getting back to Newton, the Ruthless One picks him up for a "body slam side piledriver," but Dynamite slips it, falls behind him, runs him to the ropes, bounces off, and rolls him up. The ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Blood whips around and gets hammered with a power clothesline. Climbing to the second rope, Newton falls back and delivers an elbow to the U.S. champ's chest. Going to the top rope, Newton hits the Suicide Dive!
Brad: New champ! New champ! He hit the Suicide Dive, it's all over for Ryne Blood!
Dynamite puts the Ruthless One in a pinning predicament...1-2-foot on the ropes. Dragging Ryne to the center of the ring, he makes another cover...1-2-kickout! Now Dynamite starts beefing with the ref.
Doc: What's that about a new champ?
Brad: It was very close...if he hadn't been close to the ropes that first cover...
Doc: He'd still have kicked out!
The United States champion comes up behind the challenger, but Newton whips around with a tornado punch that catches Ryne off-guard. Staggering back, Dynamite hits a dropkick, which causes Blood to fall. Scooping him up, he whips him into the ropes and delivers a sidewalk slam. Whipping him into the ropes again, he jumps up to deliver a Thesz press. Unfortunately for him, Blood catches him and powerbombs him down. Fired up, and in an insane rage, Ryne starts stomping ferociously. Dragging him to a corner, he smashes Newton's face into the turnbuckles...all three of them. The ref gets on him again, and Ryne raises his hand to hit him, but refrains. Finally, he slaps on the Blood Dreams, which the ref concluded was more choke than sleeperhold. The official immediately calls for a break, and the U.S. champ snaps. Letting go of the challenger, Ryne hits a chokeslam on the official. Scooping him back up, he hits a backbreaker on the zebra. Eight referees pile down to ringside. Blood gives one of the refs an F-5, he nails another with an implant DDT. Another one gets an old fashioned clothesline over the top rope. Newton recovers and applies a full nelson to Blood, in preparation for the Dynamite Sweep. The five remaining refs stop it, though, and continue to try and break things up and get them to the locker room. Ruthless Ryne takes advantage of the official's misguided attempts and kicks back into Newton's groin area, sending him down. More refs come down, and they escort a fiery Dynamite Newton to the back area. Dynamite, knowing full well the repercussions of manhandling an official, does try to make his way back to the ring, but gives up instead of clearing away the refs. Inside the ring, the carnage continues...
Doc: This is getting serious. I know Ryne has a lot on his mind, and that was a hell of a cheap shot by Newton, but this is going too far!
Brad: We need order! If the referees can't keep order than we need to see...
V.P. of Operations, Johnathan Vice comes strolling down to ringside. The refs exit the ring, as Ryne stops attacking them. Vice, with mic in hand, tries to reason with him.
Vice: Should I fire you right now, Ryne? What are you thinking? If you want to let off some steam, do it in the ring against scheduled opponents. You DON'T do it to officials of the RAWF. This is going to hurt your wallet, and quite possibly, your caree...
The United States champion cuts him off with End Game! After the vertebreaker, Blood charges off with a sadistic smile.
Brad: If that S.O.B isn't fired, something is terribly wrong! He has lost his mind!
Doc: Hey, if Vice hadn't sent the refs, they wouldn't have been hurt. Same for Vice, he put his own head in the lion's mouth! If the official calling the match had called it down the middle, he wouldn't have been hurt. It's not Ryne's fault!
Brad: With those remarks, you have stooped to a new low...
Winner of the match as a result of a disqualification:
The camera fades from the ring, where Vice is lying still, to Highway's office, where he is watching the monitor, and talking on his cellphone.
Highway: Hehehe...Did you see THAT!..Huh? ...No, I didn't plan that...but I wish I had! Trust me, he isn't through taking his lumps...