The Chaos intro plays with "Desire" by U2 in the background. When it's finished, the camera pans into The Reunion Arena jam packed with screaming Texans, ready for some RAWF wrestling! Signs can be seen saying "ZOO IS #1!", "Who the hell is Joe Taylor?", and "Get Well Soon Justin!".
Brad: We are in the desert for what could be the most exciting Monday Night Chaos yet!!! Hello everyone, I'm Brad Baxter along with my partner Doc Dillinger and tonight we get to see the World Heavyweight Championship up for grabs!! The most dominant force thus far in RAWF history ....Dirge ...defends against a true warrior ...the man they call Arsenal X!
Doc: Arsenal may very well be Dirge's toughest challenge to .... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! What am I saying??? Arsenal X is nothing but a Bruce Lee rip off who carries a damn sword around. Dirge should have no problem dispensing with this punk.
Brad: As always, your analysis is informative and unbiased. Also, two more athletes will advance to compete for the Triple Crown on May 11th! Although, one of them is Ryne Blood ...who in my opinion should have been fired or at least suspended for his actions last week!
Doc: For what??? People got in his way and he blew them aside! Nothing wrong with that at all!
Brad: And the Television Championship will be on the line as Blackout defends against Croc.
Doc: What a match!!! This could have been a main event on any card not involving Dirge!! I can't wait for that one!
Brad: Let's go to the ring for our first contest!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
"The God That Failed" by Metallica fires up from the sound system.
Levitan: Baltimore, Maryland ....weighing 210 pounds ....this is SINNER!
The God That Failed, continues to blare
over the PA as the arena goes dim. Different religious symbols begin to flash over the Radi-tron as it finally settles on the number Seven and the word
Sinner goes across the screen. Sinner makes his way to the top of the ramp, Seven hangs onto his arm as he comes to a stop. He raises her hand in the air, and makes his way to the ring as red strobe lights dance around the arena like a wave. Sinner gives his girl a kiss and then slides under the bottom rope, he pops up quick and steps up on the middle turnbuckle. He juts
his arms straight out to the sides and turns himself into a human cross, the fans are unsure how to react but the reaction is mixed as he gets off the ropes and gets a smirk on his face.
Levitan: And his opponent .... accompanied by his manager Jason Pryde....from Cupertino, California ....weighing 195 pounds ...this is "SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!"Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller erupts over the PA system and
Kris Wayne bounces out in his black and purple wrestling suit and
custom purple-logo RAWF t-shirt. He flashes a grin and a thumbs-up to
the camera and turns the camera's attention to a sign that says "The
'Sound Guy' Rocks!" (Kris makes a mental note to go autograph the poster for the kid, and add 'and rolls, too!' ) The camera pans back toward Kris as he hams it up
for the crowd, giving a row of high fives to one side of the aisle. The
other side sees that and copies, so he jaunts back and gives their row
high fives as well. A few paces behind is his manager, Jason Pryde,
wearing a light blue Izod polo shirt, black jeans and his dark brown
hair pulled back into a ponytail. Jason just looks at Kris' antics,
shrugs his shoulders and grins. They approach the ring and Kris'
demeanor gets more serious as he slides into the ring.
Brad: Kris Wayne keeps improving every week. Look for big things from this smaller guy.
Doc: You said it right..."smaller guy!" I'm not expecting ANYTHING from a 195 pound weakling. He has made a..."little" noise, but I think he's about hit the ceiling of his career...
Brad: After a couple of matches? You already have his career mapped out? Thanks, Swammy!
Sinner stalks toward Shadow, and Kris avoids contact at first, to take his measure. Frustrated at the lack of a lock-up, Sinner quickens his pace, and Wayne continues his game of cat and mouse. Sliding out of the ring, Wayne ends up near Pryde. Sinner backs up and calls him a coward. Seven walks over brandishing a singapore cane, but thinks better of it when Jason Pryde picks up a nearby chair.
Doc: Sinner is calling it like it is...Kris Wayne is showing himself to be a coward.
Brad: When someone you like does it, it's called playing mind games. If it's someone you don't like, it's cowardice?
Doc: Exactly! Now you are catching on!
Wayne slides in under the bottom rope and avoids Sinner again. Feigning a lock-up, Shadow drives a knee into Sinner's midsection. As Kris attempts to whip him into the ropes, Sinner reverses it, sending the Shadow bouncing off the ropes! On the return, Sinner clubs him in the chest with a forearm, then nails the back of his neck with another forearm, sending the California native down face first. Dropping a leg on the back of his neck, Sinner turns him around and hammers him with punches. When forced to stop by the ref, Sinner gets up and stomps a little, but Kris grabs the leg, trips him, and turns it into an ankle lock. Not quite applying it properly, this allows Sinner to slip out. Getting up cautiously, Sinner keeps an eye on Wayne. The two lock up again, and Sinner sends a forearm blast on Shadow's back. The doubled-over Wayne then receives a DDT. 1-2-kickout! Whipping Kris into the corner, Sinner waits for him to stagger out so he can hit a superkick. Playing a little opposum, Kris staggers out, but ducks as the kick sails high overhead. Grabbing a leg and tripping him down again, Wayne applies a crucifix knee bar. In pain, Sinner flops around and grabs the ropes. While he is busy clutching the ropes, Kris decides to drop an elbow on him. Incensed, Sinner grabs him by the throat and starts choking. The ref makes a count...1-2-3-4-Sinner lets go. Mad, Wayne grabs HIM by the throat...1-2-3-4-Shadow lets go. Both men get to their feet, but Wayne is faster,and slaps on a bulldog. Turning him over, he hooks the leg and makes a cover...1-kickout! With plenty of gas left, Sinner thumbs Kris in the eye and chops him in the throat. Picking Wayne up, he slams him down. Picking him up again, he nails a backbreaker. Getting the "Sound Man" back up a third time, he hits a standing neckbreaker. With his opponent fairly incompacitated for the moment...Sinner applies a half-crab, which makes Shadow scream in agony...
Doc: This is it! She's giving it up!
Brad: "She's" giving it up?
Doc: Hey, is Bill Parcells the only guy that can say stuff like that?
Brad: You know, we aren't covering a football game, this is RAWF wrestling! This is a MAN'S show!
Doc: So what the hell are you doing here?
Jason Pryde jumps on the apron, which causes the ref to run over and order him down. Sinner wonders what he is doing, and so breaks the hold, runs over and tries to take a swing. Pryde hops down to the floor, and notices that Seven is inching closer with the cane. Grabbing his handy chair, he starts walking toward her. This all leaves Sinner very distracted, and Kris Wayne sneaks up behind him, taps him on the shoulder, then rolls him up in a small package...1-2-kickout! Sinner pops up, but gets treated to a hip toss. He gets up quickly again, but gets nailed with a jumping side kick. Not popping up so fast, Sinner lays there and gets to feel what it is like to have an elbow buried in his midsection. Nearly losing his lunch, Sinner sits up, clutching his stomach. Looking around, he sees that Pryde is still chasing Seven around, albeit slowly. Trying to get out of the ring, Sinner becomes easy prey to jumping knee strike. Nearly laid unconscious with that, Sinner's vision blurs over. Still trying to get to his feet, he is slapped in a body scissors. Moving around while keeping the body scissors applied, Kris Wayne rolls his opponent in a circle, stopping when Sinner's shoulders are pinned. The ref makes a count...1-2-kickout! Sitting up, Sinner still hasn't cleared the cobwebs and is unaware that Shadow is now standing behind him. Wayne straddles Sinner's neck with his legs and places his legs between his opponents legs. Kris then puts his feet under Sinner's knees, and sits back so he is sitting on the mat with Sinner's shoulders on the canvas and his feet hooking both legs. The ref makes another count...1-2-kickout!
Brad: I thought he had him with that step over cradle! It seems like we have a match between a submission artist in Sinner, and a "pinfall" artist in Shadow. It'll be interesting to see which style wins out tonight. Hey, Shadow isn't doing too bad for a "woman," don't you think?
Doc: Don't throw anything I say back in my face, that's against my contract!
Brad: You have a contract...I thought this was part of your work-release program...
Doc: Veerrry funny. Paybacks are hell, my friend.
Seven decides to get on the apron and show off the cane in attempted intimidation. Wayne stops in his tracks, and this lets Sinner take the offensive. His opponents valet takes off as soon as Jason gets closer. Clubbing Wayne, Sinner hits an inverted spinning neckbreaker, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Attempting to put on his finishing move, Nailed to the Cross, the attempted Texas Cloverleaf is stopped when Shadow grabs the ropes. Hauling him to the center of the ring, he applies a step over toe hold face lock as Pryde finally catches up to Seven. Seven jumps on the apron and tries to cut through the ring when Jason grabs her leg. Pulling her down, he lays a "lip-lock" on her right in front of Sinner. Sinner immediately lets go of Shadow and leaps out of the ring. Pryde locks up with him, and prepares to body slam the occultish figure when Seven smacks him with the cane. Dropping Sinner, Pryde falls over, and this leads to the dark one grabbing his cane and laying it to Waynes' manager. Kris recovers at this point, runs and leaps over the top rope, hitting both seven and Sinner with a plancha moonsault. The ref looks outside the ring, and sees four bodies crumpled in a heap. Wayne stirs first, and he attempts to whip Sinner into the post. Sinner reverses it, but before he can send Shadow into the post, he feels an explosion of pain as Pryde had grabbed the Singapore cane away from Seven and now had used it against the dark one himself. The ref starts to call for the bell when Kris throws Sinner into the ring. Instead of stopping the match, he orders both Pryde and Seven out of the ringside area. Security is right on that, and the two competitors lock up in the center of the ring again.
Doc: How dare he remove Seven from ringside. I know I joke about Wayne, but Seven really is a woman! What harm could she do? Pryde? Yes, get him out, but Seven was easy on the eyes!!!
Brad: Now we know what the bottom line is with you. Of course she is a threat...there is a little matter of that Singapore cane that she carries.
Doc: Yes, her bottom line is attractive, why do you think I'm upset? She doesn't know how to use that cane, though Brad...that is just a mind game played by Sinner.
Sinner whips Kris into the ropes, and slaps on a sleeperhold when he rebounds. Wayne runs at the ropes, with Sinner in tow, then ducks down. The momentum carries Sinner through the middle and top rope, breaking the hold, and sending him down to the floor in a thud. Grabbing Kris' legs and tripping him, he drags Shadow over to the post, where he applies a figure four on the post. With Wayne in the ring, and Sinner on the outside dangling, the ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-Sinner breaks the hold. Getting inside the ring, Sinner works on the injured leg with a series of kicks, stomps, and cut blocks. Getting ready for a sharpshooter, he starts to slap it on when Kris reaches up and rolsl him up into a small package...1-2-kickout! Getting to a vertical base and visibly upset, Sinner lashes out with a vicious backbreaker, then positions Wayne by the turnbuckles. Getting to the top...Sinner attempts a moonsault, but Shadow puts his knees up! Connecting on his opponents knees, Sinner rolls off of Wayne, very much hurt. Kris grabs Sinner and helps him to his knees. Applying a step over armbar cradle, Shadow puts his opponent into a pinning predicament...1-2-3! Wayne rejoices, and Pryde comes back down to escort his protege back to the locker room.
Doc: That biased official cost Sinner the match. Sinner's inspiration, his muse...Seven was unfairly sent away...that had to take him off of his game!
Brad: Stop making excuses for him...he was rolled up and pinned...and you don't know what a "muse" is anyway..
Winner by Pinfall: KRIS WAYNE! |
The scene begins with Arsenal X walking down the
hallway with his manager, Hideki. They stop in front
of the door and the two look at each other and nod.
Arsenal X opens the door, while Hideki stands outside.
As the camera zooms in some more, the fans notice that
Arsenal X just stepped into the office of the owner of
the RAWF, KIT. She looks busy writing a memo as X
stands in front of her desk.
ARSENAL X: Ahem, excuse me Kit, may I have a word with
you?
KIT: What the hell? How did you get in here?
ARSENAL X: Well, the door was unlocked�
KIT: And you didn�t bother knocking? Well, what do you
want?
ARSENAL X: I was just wondering if it is possible to
ban Damage Incorporated from the ring when I have my
match with Dirge. I just want a fair match, without
any interruptions, against the world champion. I have
a lot to prove tonight.
KIT: Listen X. You are a big boy. I think you can
handle this situation yourself. No, I will not ban
Damage Incorporated from ringside. Now get out of here
or else I�m going to fire you! Now, do you want that
happening to you tonight?
Kit gives X a nasty glare, prompting Arsenal X to
quickly leave the room. As he closes the door, Hideki
approaches him.
ARSENAL X: Looks like we have to do it ourselves. We
aren�t getting any help from the executives.
HIDEKI: I was expecting that. Let�s go.
The two men then walk down the hallway as the scene
fades.
The camera pans back to the interview area where Jessica Beach has Jango Cross with her.
Jessica: Jango, first of all, congratulations on winning your Triple
Crown Qualifying Match last week on Chaos. Now...tonight you face....
Jango: Hold up there, sweetheart. Before you start setting up
tonight's match with Wolf Bane, let's go back to the Triple Crown. You see, I
proved last week that Jango Cross can not only hang with guys like the
great Big Kahuna, but I can do it triple threat-style. I have come
far, and the world has yet to see how far I can go.
Jessica: Well, tonight we will find out who else will join you in that
quest. Any favorites?
Jango: I don't think it really matters who else gets in. The only
thing anyone is going to remember after the event is that Jango Cross won.
Am I being "cocky?" No. I am just being honest.
Jessica: Well, I have to admit, Jango, you are on the up-and-up. Time
will tell how high you actually get.
Jango: You know, speaking of high...I think Blake Zulu will give me a
good run for that Triple Crown. He's got a lot of pot, I mean, heart.
Okay, jokes aside, Zoo is an absolutely phenomenal athlete, and he
deserves all his praise.
Jessica: Let's move onto tonight's match with Wolf Bane.....
Jango: You know, Jessica...I am on such a roll right now that I
shouldn't even be hearing the name Wolf Bane in my presence. He's a jobber at
best, and I am going to personally show him how insignificant he truly
is. Now, I am not a bad guy for disrespecting him like that...I am
just being honest, Jessica.
Jessica: Well, good luck tonight and good luck at Triple Crown, Jango.
Jango: Thank you, Jessica.
|
JANGO CROSS VS. WOLF BANE |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first......from Melbourne, Australia ....weighing 295 pounds ...this "W3B" WOOLLLLLLLF BANE!!!
"Hoobastank" plays as Bane walks out from the curtain. He wears red and black tights and a demented grin on his face. He calmly struts down to the ring and waits for his opponent...
Frrrrrrrrom Dickson Tennesee!!!...
The lights go out, but the Radi-tron displays a vast, barren desert. The sounds of an approaching sandstorm are heard when suddenly pyros explode and "Desert Song" by Def Leppard strikes up.
Levitan: Weighing 245 pounds ...this is JAAAAAAANGOOOOOOOOO CROSS!!!!
Jango Cross emerges, and the fans go ballistic. Wearing his trademark trenchcoat and shades, he struts down the ramp and slides under the ropes and stares out to the crowd. He gets up and climbs the turnbuckle, throwing a fist in the air.
Brad: Jango Cross, one of the nine RAWF Superstars who will compete for the Triple Crown in Miami on May 11th! What an athlete!
Doc: How can you take anyone seriously with a name like Jango? I've never understood that!!
Brad: Maybe you should quit trying!
The two lock up and W3B turns it into a headlock on Jango. Jango shoves him off into the ropes. W3B rebounds back and runs smack dab into Jango who levels him with a shoulderblock. W3B shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, then quickly gets up and rebounds off the ropes again only to repeat the previous result. W3B gets up looking a little frustrated. Jango takes the opportunity to propel himself off the ropes. He rebounds, but Bane ducks his clothesline attempt. Jango continues past and into the ropes. Bane flattens himself to the mat and Jango jumps over him and continues past. One more rebound off the ropes by Jango, but W3B catches him in an armdrag takedown. Jango quickly back to his feet but Bane catches him with another armdrag, this time cinching on the arm. After a few seconds, Jango works his way back to his feet and nails Bane with a left hand to the jaw. Bane releases the hold and Jango hits him with a right cross, then another, then levels him with a haymaker. Jango reaches down and pulls W3B to his feet, then lifts him up over his head for a press slam. He tosses Bane to the mat like a sack of grain. He picks him up and lights him up, smacking him with reverse knife-edges. The crowd shouts...WHOOOOO! He follows this up with an Irish whip into the ropes and a high knee that knocks Bane down. Jango grabs his hair and pulls him up, following up with a kick to the stomach. Another Irish whip and Jango leaps up and nails him with a hurricanrana, flipping Bane painfully to the mat. Bane doesn't move. After sizing him up, Jango climbs to the top rope, facing the crowd.
Doc: He's getting a bit too cocky for his britches here. One mistake is all it takes to cost you a match.
Brad: Jango may have only been in this business about a year, but he's as experienced as a veteran! He knows what he's doing! Jango ...waiting for Bane to rise. He leaps ....double axehandle to the back of Bane!!
The crowd applauds the move. Jango takes it in with a smile. He reaches down to pull Bane to his feet and recieves an eye gouge for his troubles. Jango clutches his eyes and walks away. Bane charges towards Jango with a clothesline but Jango ducks under it and grabs Bane's arm pulling it down into an armbar! Bane quickly crawls to the ropes breaking the hold. Jango lets go, but advances on Bane. Bane elbows Jango in the gut and pulls him down with a hard snapmare. While Jango is sitting up Bane delivers a hard brutal kick to the back of the former Tag Champion! Jango rolls around grabbing his back until Bane picks him up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Bane charges at Jango but JC sticks his boot up and Bane runs into it... whipping his head back and collapsing to the canvas! Jango then leaps off for a moonsault but W3B rolls to the outside of the ring and Jango comes down flat on his chest knocking the wind right out of him. Bane quickly slides back into the ring covering Jango, 1...2... Jango kicks out! Bane stands up picking Jango up and giving him a few chops backing him up to the ropes. Bane then whips Jango into the ropes and as Jango comes back Bane bends over and Cross flips over him holding on and bringing W3B down in a sunset flip move holding it on for the pin, 1...2... Bane kicks out. Jango gets up and Bane smacks him with a hard shot to the nose. Jango returns the favor, smashing Bane with a wicked forearm shot. Bane kicks him in the stomach. He keeps kicking Jango in the gut until Jango gets smart and catches his foot, taking Bane down with a clothesline while holding his leg. Jango keeps holding onto Bane�s foot and turns him over with a half crab. Bane squirms and makes his way to ropes breaking the hold. The ref forces the break and Bane jumps up, uppercutting Jango, knocking him to the mat. Bane picks Jango up, lifting him up and bringing him down with a inverted DVD! Bane covers, 1...2... Jango kicks out. Bane stands up with a wicked look on his face, then picks Jango up by his hair and takes him down with a reverse DDT. Bane runs over and climbs up to the top rope, but Jango also gets up and stumbles over, grabs Bane and lifts him off the top rope with a military press slam. The crowd goes wild as Jango looks to them for support. Jango then picks Bane up putting W3B's head between his legs. Bane reverses the piledriver attempt and backdrops Jango. Bane springs off the ropes and comes back giving Jango a legdrop. A cover, 1...2... Jango gets his shoulder up.
Brad: Jango having a little trouble with the newcomer from Australia! We may see an upset here.
Doc: These Aussies are tough customers. You just need to look at Croc to know that.
W3B picks Jango up and whips him into the ropes. Bane misses with a clothesline attempt. Jango rebounds and hits with a lariat. W3B flips end over end to the canvas. Jango, tired of messing around, grabs Bane by the ankles and applies the Crossover!!! Bane bellows in pain, but tries to hold on. He reaches the ropes and breaks the hold. Jango lets him go, but then drops an elbow to his back. He drags Bane to center ring, then applies a Crossface!!! This time, Bane has no energy left to try to make the ropes. He taps out within seconds. The bell rings and Jango lets go. The ref raises his arm in victory.
Winner by submission: JANGO CROSS! |
Brad: Jango continues a very sucessful singles career with another victory!
Kahuna is in his locker room. He looks rather perturbed for some reason. Sabre is sitting on a metal folding chair, watching Kahuna.
CS: You about ready for this?
Kahuna nods.
BK: I am. I�m ready to go out there and beat this guy to a pulp. I hope he truly understands my congrats on his advancement in the Triple Crown. He can take to heart that he will have a title soon. I hope he wins the Triple Crown. I�d sure as hell hate to see Croc with it, and since Layne lost, that leave Croc as the Vegas favorite right now.
Sabre chuckles.
CS: I still don�t understand what is motivating you right now. I wish I did.
Kahuna looks at Sabre with a look that causes the longtime trainer and friend to slide his chair backwards about six inches.
BK: You know da*n well what I�m about, tonight. If the only way to get to the top around here is hurt people, then that�s exactly what I will do. You and I both know I am capable of it. Your teachings will help me control that dark rage, that pandora�s box that Croc opened before Wrestlecade!
Kahuna turns back to his locker and pulls out the Ironman Championship belt.
BK: You ready, Sabre? If this guy beats me, I will personally present the belt to him, but it ain�t gonna happen.
Sabre sighs and nods, standing up.
CS: You are a complex puzzle, Kahuna. Just don�t go out of control out there, ok?
Kahuna and Sabre head out towards the arena as the camera fades.
RAWF Ironman Championship
Texas Bullrope Match
BIG KAHUNA VS. ERIC CRANE |
Levitan: The following one fall match will be contested under Texas Bullrope rules and is for the RAWF IRONMAN CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first ...from London, England ...weighing 247 pounds ...this is ERIC "PICKLES" CRANE!
"Gelosea" by InMe plays as Pickles walks out to the top of the ramp and stops. Looking out at the scornful fans, Crane sneers as he starts toward the ring. Seeing a fan flip him off, Pickles stops and yells, "What have you ever done, worthless Texas trash?!" With that, Crane continues to work the crowd in a most negative way, and he climbs into the ring amid much loathing from the fans. When he enters, the ref connects an end of the rope to his wrist.
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Mob Rules" blares through the arena and the fans give it up for their Ironman champ.
Levitan: From Honolulu, Hawaii ....weighing 284 pounds .... he is the Radical American Wrestling Federation's Ironman Champion .... he is BIG KAHUNA!!!!
Kahuna walks out with a broad smile on his face. The strap securely fastened around his waist, the big Hawaiian looks over and sees a fan in the fourth row holding up a sign that says, "Susan Loves Kahuna!" Blowing her a kiss, the champ slaps hands, gives an occasional high five, and gets down to the ring. Pointing to his belt, he lets Crane know that the belt is going to stay right where it's at. The crowd loves the gesture, and flashes go off as Kahuna hold the belt high. The official takes the belt from him, then connects the remaining end of the rope to Kahuna's wrist. With both men attached to the rope, and each other, the announcers herald the start of the match.
Brad: The champ is in good spirits considering his previous comments. I wonder if he is okay? Eric Crane poses a tremendous challenge, this is a type of match foreign to him, yet Kahuna doesn't seemed fazed by all of that.
Doc: He'll seemed fazed when Pickles puts one of the attached bells upside his head! Let's remind the fans the rules of the match. Pinfalls and submissions do NOT count! Both men are attached by the rope, and a cow bell is attached to each side of the rope to be used at the discretion of the wrestlers. The first person to drag his opponent around the ring and touch all four top turnbuckles win the match.
Brad: That's right. The championship advantage is useless in this type of match. Kahuna needs to be on the top of his game, and I'm still amazed at how relaxed he is!
Doc: He'll be more relaxed when Eric knocks him out cold!
The official calls for the bell and Pickles starts off like a shot...too Kahuna's head. Cracking him with a forearm, Crane wraps the rope around Kahuna's neck. Before he can really tighten it up and cinch it in, the Hawaiian Titan sends an elbow into Pickle's gut. Grabbing "his" cowbell, B.K. slams it into Eric's face, drawing a nice reaction from the crowd, who appreciates good weaponry. Staggered, Pickles backs up, but Kahuna pulls on the rope, forcing him back. Cracking him with a high knee, the Ironman champ wraps the rope around Pickle's neck, and starts choking. The ref gets on him about it, but Kahuna knows he can't be disqualified. Throwing Crane into the ropes, he uses a portion of the rope to give new meaning to the phrase "clothesline." Pickles goes down, and Kahuna drops a bell on him. While Kahuna decides to choke Crane some more with the rope, Crane summons his strength, then puts his bell across Kahuna's temple. The Ironman champion rolls to the side, stunned. Crane picks him up, whips him into the ropes, pulls hard on the bull rope for extra momentum, and dropkicks Kahuna nearly out of his tights. He walks over to the nearest corner and taps the turnbuckle...he walks over to the next one, having to drag Kahuna a little bit, and he taps the turnbuckle...he has to drag Kahuna a little bit more for the third one, and the big Hawaiian is not so easy to drag. Tapping that buckle, Pickles goes for the fourth buckle. He wonders why it is so hard to drag him to the last one, looks over and sees Kahuna with an evil grin, holding onto the rope. Eric realizes that Kahuna let him expend the energy dragging him around, so he would tire more easily. Yanking on the rope, Kahuna causes Pickles to lose his balance, and fall down. B.K. wraps a length around his fist and punches Crane with it. Wrapping the rope around Eric's neck, Kahuna picks him up and heaves him over his shoulder, effectively hanging him. Walking to the first turnbuckle, Kahuna taps it, then he moves on to the second, but his breathing is labored at hauling around a 247 pound man all the way around the ring. By the third buckle, Kahuna is sucking wind a little, and his grip weakens. Pickles, using strong abdominal muscles, crunches up, wheels himself up and over Kahuna, and lands on his feet in front of him. Totally surprised, the Ironman champ doesn't react in time when Pickles kicks him in the gut, and hits a "rocker dropper." Collapsing and gasping for air to pay his oxygen debt, Pickles takes a moment to get himself together, and Kahuna tries to shake off the stunned feeling...
Doc: I can't believe what I just saw! Pickles really pulled one out of the jar that time!
Brad: Good Lord, do you have...never mind, this is a grueling contest...the ref has started the count....wait...Eric Crane is back up, he is pulling on the...yes. Yes, he is getting the champ to his...OH! what a brainbuster! He is going for the turnuckles...there is the first one...he is going for the...Wait, Kahuna is back up, and WOW! What a forearm!
Doc: That blow would've knocked any normal man senseless, but Crane is no ordinary man! Look! Crane retaliates with a field goal attempt, he appears as if he is off to the races...
Crane goes to run into the ropes, but Kahuna grabs the bullrope and
yanks it, bringing Crane down hard to the mat. Crane holds the back of his
head as Kahuna quickly drops a leg across the face of Crane. Kahuna
goes to pick Pickles up, but Crane crawls quickly through Kahuna's legs,
jumps to his feet and yanks the bullrope up, sending one of the cow
bells into the crown jewels of Kahuna. Kahuna falls to the floor holding
his precious area as Crane goes over to a set of turnbuckles and touches
them. He goes over to another lot and touches them. As he goes for the
third, Kahuna gets to his feet, pulls the bullrope, causing Crane to
turn around and be brought into a samoan drop from Kahuna! Kahuna gets up
and pulls Crane up with him. He sends a big knee to the gut of Crane
before whipping him into the buckles. As soon as Crane's back crushes
against the buckles, Kahuna whips him back out and goes for a clothesline.
Crane ducks the clothesline, spins Kahuna around and nails him
with his cow bell! Kahuna doesn't go down however, so Crane grabs
Kahuna's cow bell, and his own and nails them at the same time on either
side of Kahuna's head. Kahuna still stands, albeit dazed, so Pickles kicks
him in the gut and gives him an Impact DDT onto one of the cow bells.
Doc: Crane's plan is obvious. There is one sure way to cut down a big oak like Kahuna...and that's by chopping at the root!
Brad: With that, ladies and gentlemen, I offer ny resignation to the RAWF, I can no longer keep my integrity and work with this man.
Doc: If only you were serious about that...Lighten up, looks like Crane is taking control!
With the big Hawaiian seemingly out of it, he drags his around the ring, hitting turnbuckles...1-2-3-as Pickles nears the fourth and last turnbuckle, Kahuna rolls back opposite of Crane, pulls on the rope, and tries to keep him from going those last two inches. Almost reaching the turnbuckle with his fingertips...Crane stretches with all of his might. An interesting version of tug-of-war, Kahuna is pulling while Crane is stretching. In the end, the strength advantage of the Ironman champion prevails, and he drags Pickles to the center of the ring. Eric turns around and charges with fury, bent on taking his frustration out on Kahuna. Kahuna grabs him and takes him down with a sidewalk slam! Grabbing Pickles, he hits a spine bomb slam, followed by a series of chops, punches, and headbutts. He body slams his challenger, then drops an elbow. Cinching him up, he hits a vertical suplex, then clobbers him in the head with the bell. satisfied that Crane was right where he wanted him, he starts dragging him to the corners...1-2-3-Eric goes back to the old tried and true low blow to stop Kahuna as he closed in on the last turnbuckle. Grabbing Kahuna, he hits a German suplex, followed by a leg drop. Brandishing his bell, he starts to swing when he is kicked back by the champion. Both men get to their feet, and give each other space.
Brad: Looks like both men are reevaluating their game plans.
Doc: That's called smarts! Both guys have hammered each other, but it's still an even match. Something has to be done differently, something has to give.
Kahuna in one corner, Crane in the other, the two men eye each other. Both men are sweating with the effort of this match. After a short stare down, the two men walk to the center of the ring. Crane swings first, landing a big right hand on Kahuna�s jaw, rocking the big Hawaiian. Kahuna comes back with a right of his own, staggering Crane. As Crane is temporarily dazed, Kahuna measures off the bul rope to a point just short of Crane�s wrist. He then drags his opponent over towards the ropes. Upon arrival, Crane gets his wits about him and lays another right hand into the side of Kahuna�s mug. This time Kahuna retaliates with a big boot to the gut, doubling Crane over. Kahuna reaches out and grabs the top rope, and with one swift movement and having once again measured the bull rope to roughly the same point, jumps over the rope and down to the floor, landing with a thump on his feet! The crowd gasps and even Sabre reacts in shock as Kahuna does this, yanking Crane into the ropes by his one arm, putting two hundred and eighty five pounds of extra weight for a second on that one arm before his feet touch the floor. The look of agony on Eric�s face tells you the shoulder might be at least separated, if not other damage done to the arm as well. Kahuna returns to the ring, again over the top rope, with a very demented look on his face. Sabre comes across to where Kahuna just entered and tells Kahuna to go for the turnbuckles. Crane is laying in the ring in pain, for the moment his momentum built up totally halted and the match forgotten. Kahuna nods to Sabre and goes to the first corner, smacks that turnbuckle and moves on�
Doc: Did you see that! Oh, this is brilliant. Brilliant!
Brad: See what? What are you talking about?
Doc: As Kahuna tapped that turnbuckle and dragged Pickle around, Crane very quickly reached up and tagged the turnbuckle, too. It just looked like he was thrashing around...Watch for it...
Big Kahuna walks to the second turnbuckle, smacks it, and moves on...
Brad: I saw it! You are right! He did tap it, and the ref noticed it, too. I don't think Sabre saw it, though, or he would be screaming bloody murder. He is focused on Kahuna, and who wouldn't be? Kahuna goes from appearing happy, to enraged, to demented...he has some issues! Look, Crane did it again! Both men have tapped three turnbuckles!
Doc: And both men are heading to the fourth turnbuckle!
Kahuna gets near the last turnbuckle, and Crane jumps and and pulls on teh rope. The champ, not knowing that Pickles had been tapping the turnbuckles, too, grabs the challenger by the back of the head and slams it into the fourth turnbuckle. Crane collapses on the turnbuckle, smiling. Kahuna taps the fourth turnbuckle and raises his arms in what he thinks is victory. The Ironman championship belt is handed to the ref, who hands it to Eric Crane, who, with the assist of an unknowing Kahuna, had been the first to touch all four turnbuckles. Big Kahuna cannot believe his eyes when the ref hands the belt to the challenger, and he cannot believe his ears when the announcement is made. Grabbing the ref, he demands an explanation. When the ref tells him, Kahuna gets eerily calm. Dropkicking Pickles in the back of the head, Kahuna grabs the belt and tells him..."I told you I would hand this over to you if I lost." The former champ then clobbers him repeatedly with the belt. The ref tries to get him to stop, but he hits the ref, and gives him a Rainbow Slam for his troubles. Only then does the big Hawaiian leave, and the fans boo him for his behavior.
Doc: What a sore loser! But...I did like his handiwork...hehehe
Brad: That was heinous! I hope he comes to his senses. Please, Kahuna, pull yourself together.
Medical personnel come streaming down, along with a few officials. Pickles grabs his belt, denies medical attention, and rolls out of the ring. Everyone turns their attention to the injured referee, and while they do that...Pickles quickly crawls under the ring...
Winner of the match: And NEW IRONMAN CHAMPION
Eric "Pickles" Crane! |
The show goes backstage, where we see Jessica Beach
standing beside Alex Layne, who has a huge grin on his face. She has
the
nervous sort of look on hers.
Jessica Beach: So Alex... Later in the night you face
Baggs one on one. You only cut one promo this week against him, when
you
usually have a lot to say. Why is that?
Alex rolls his eyes, shaking his head before he
responds.
Alex Layne: Let me tell you why. You see, in my
career, I've faced a lot of competitors, and some of them have been
boring,
uncharismatic... Well simply put, a pain in the ass to even have to
listen
to. Baggs tops all of those guys and brings a whole new meaning to the
word
"pathetic".
Jessica Beach: Isn't that a little harsh? He's a
talented
wrestler.
Alex Layne: Babe, you don't understand. He's not
talented, to be talented you need more than ring skills, you need to be
able
to work the mic and have the crowd back you up, and no, I don't mean
back
you up when the guys in the back use the sound system for a fake crowd
cheer
or a fake crowd boo. I'm talking about what happens when guys like me
walk
out, thats the real stuff. Though I admit, I miss the boos. Working
for the
fans gets annoying. But back to Baggs, I will lose the match tonight if
it
means I'll never have to face him again, I seriously do not ever want
to
work another week with this man after this match. This week, after I
watched
his promo I sat down and thought to myself if I even wanted to stay in
this
federation anymore, just because I might have to go up against him
again,
and why should I wrestle, something I do for fun, when a guy like Baggs
comes out and bores me, completely?
Jessica Beach: There are other wrestlers around to
compete
against though Alex.
Alex Layne: Thats beside the point Jessica. You
don't
understand how annoyed I was having to watch Baggs promo. It made Dirge
look
charismatic, now that really says something. You see, I understand a
guy
like him plays the role as a heel, and the heel is suppose to piss
whoever
he faces off... But he didn't piss me off because his words hurt me, it
pissed me off cause what he says is absolute bullshit. That punk likes
to
say that Dirge kicked me out of Evolution? Hey buddy, watch the entire
show
of Wrestlecade, it was one hell of a show, you'll see what REALLY
happened.
And you know what else (bleep)face? There is a little something in promos,
and
hell, everyday life what you should do... Thats breath!
Its obvious Layne is mad by the look on his face.
Alex Layne: Seriously man, how in the hell do
you
keep blabbing on and on and on without pausing for a moment? I always
thought I was long-winded, I thought Dirge was long-winded... But damn.
That's not something to be proud of though, cause if I'd of left the
RAWF
over you, I'm pretty damn sure everyone would have been pissed off. You
can
try bullshitting and saying that I fear you, but anyone who knows who I
am
knows that I don't fear anybody. I hope you take this to heart and
realize
you're boring, and hot damnit, YOU should leave the RAWF. I don't ever
want
to deal with you again after this, never. I will forfeit any match
after
this one if it involves facing you, unless its a World Title Match...
But if
the RAWF staff knew anything, they'd keep you as far away from that
division
as possible, simply for the reason, you're not cut for it! You're not
cut
for the RAWF, I enjoyed this federation a lot, viewing other wrestlers
promos who have nothing to do with me, then you came along and you
really
drained me. You're probably happy about it all, but whatever. If you
were
ever a World Champ in any other federations, the only word that comes
to
mind with that is the word "paperchamp".
Jessica Beach: Alex...
Layne cuts Beach off before she can continue
Alex Layne: Hang on a moment there, I ain't done
yet!
You're also one of the most hypocritical (BLEEP)wits I've ever seen enter
a
wrestling federation. First you say that our match will be good, and
that we
would be equal in the ring, and the better man would win. Then without
having anything else to say, you go on to say I have no chance in
winning
inside of the squared circle. Now Baggs, you haven't pissed me off like
someone would with mind games, nah.. You did the stupid annoying thing,
which gives me that annoyed kind of pissed off attitude. I laugh how
you
wonder why I think I'll get a World Title shot in the near future,
well...
If you'd of paid attention to any of my past promos, you'd know my
word
is scripture. After tonight though, Baggs. You'll very well know
that
this statement is true, because now I KNOW I'm going to win this match,
simply because you're nothing going into this match, and I'm looked at
as
the most prominant upcoming wrestler in the RAWF, whether you like to
believe it or not, just keep in mind. My word is scripture. So
all in
all, until I see you into the ring tonight, I'm done with you, so I'd
like
to sum this up, you're the most boring wrestler of all time no matter
what
others might tell you backstage just so you feel good about yourself,
and
last but not least, the only condolences you'll get from me after I
beat
your ass around the ring is the big "(BLEEP) YOU!".
Jessica Beach: Those are some of the strongest words
I've
seen in some time, Alex. This guy must really get on your nerves.
Once again the Trademark Layne Grin pops up over
the
face of Alex. He looks straight at Jessica.
Alex Layne: Oh he does piss me off, but like I
said
I'm done with him for now. And after tonight, I'm done with him for
good.
But you see, Dirge also wrestles tonight. You know, the guy who says he
is
going to ignore me then on air talks some (BLEEP) about me?
Jessica Beach: Yes, I know of our World Champion.
Alex Layne: Hardly a world champion if you ask
me.
Dirge has had an easy ride here, too bad its going to come to an end...
not
tonight though. Like I said, I'm going to make good to my word and
interfere
in his match, making SURE he retains that World Title. After all, I was
going to be his right hand man, it'd be great to see the guy who was
suppose
to be most loyal, steal the belt that he treasures more than anything
in
this federation, from him. Then bring the RAWF to a whole new level,
cause
lets face it. Dirge's Russian jokes get old, and quick. What is going
to
allow him to keep going strong if nobody can stand him, and not because
he's
a heel, but because he's becoming boring almost as quick as Baggs.
Jessica Beach: You enjoy angering your fellow
wrestlers,
don't you?
Alex Layne: Listen, its not my fault these guys
are
boring. Its their own, they bring out the mean streak in me, but if
you'd
like to get to know the more kind side of me...
Jessica Beach: Alex, will you please realize I'm
engaged
to be married?
Alex Layne: Will you please realize that for
once in
my life I actually have really strong feelings for a girl, instead of
something just like lust?
Wesley Richards walks into the scene, interupting
the
two.
Wesley Richards: Alex, we got to head to your
locker
room and plan out this match, even though you'll win, you can never be
too
sure.
Layne looks over at Richards and nods his head.
Alex Layne: Alright, lets go...
Alex looks over at Jessica Beach.
Alex Layne: Think about what I just said, have
a
good night Miss Beach.
Layne and Richards walk off as Jessica Beach looks
to
the ground, contemplating about what Alex had to say as the show goes
to its
next match.
Triple Crown Qualifying Match
IRON CHEF VS. BLAKE ZULU VS. TAXES |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match in the Triple Crown Tournament!! Introducing first ...from Paris, France ...weighing 245 pounds ...this is IRON CHEF!
"Generator" by Bad Religion plays as Chef makes his way down. Signs can be seen that read, "Cook something up with me, Chef!" and "Where's my Souffle?" The Chef takes some time to acknowledge a couple of fans at ringside. He thanks them for their support, and climbs into the ring.
Levitan: His opponent... from Los Angelos, California ....weighing 232 pounds ...this is BLAKE ZULU!
Strolling out with a peaceful look on his face, Zoo heads toward the ring. He stops, however, when the crowd starts chanting, "Bong-O, Bong-O" Smiling, and nodding his head as if to say, Yeeaahhh, Man!" Zulu continues his walk. A fan hold out a picture of a monkey and a pen, which Blake thinks is outrageously funny, so he signs it. Finally getting to the squared circle, he hops to the apron, then leaps up and over the top rope, landing on his feet inside the ring.
Levitan: And their opponent...
"Mr. Scary" by Dokken fires up over the sound system and the fans change their attitudes. The chorus of cheers turns into a rousing set of boos.
Levitan: From Parts Unknown ....weighing 292 pounds .... he is one half of the RAWF Tag Team Champions .... he is TAXES!!!!
The Inevitables come out, and the fans let them have it. The ref gets out of the ring and meets the Tag Champs about three quarters of the way down the ramp. Impeding their progress, the official informs Death that he must leave the ringside area at once, or Taxes will be eliminated from the match. Cursing a blue streak, Death at first thinks about punching the ref, but Taxes convinces him otherwise. Reluctantly, Death heads back, leaving an angry Taxman to get into the ring.
Doc: What was that all about? How come his partner can't be at ringside? Other guys have managers, why not Taxes?
Brad: For one thing, Death is not a manager! He would've interfred and given Taxes an unfair advantage. I applaud the ref on this one!
Even before the bell sounds, the three start fighting. Chef and Zoo start hammering Taxes, who back up to the ropes, trying to get a reprieve from the ref. The only thing he gets, however, is a double clothesline from his two opponents. Hitting the arena floor, he stays there, content to let the other two fight it out, for now. Chef starts punching, and Zoo backs up a bit, misses with a spinning heel kick, and gets leveled with a stiff right. Chef grabs him and applies a textbook suplex, followed by a weak cover...1-kickout! Getting Zulu to his feet, Chef slams a variety of punches and kicks his direction, wailing away with some determination. Looking to see if Taxes was still on the floor, he whips Blake into the ropes, and Zoo bounces off with a flying forearm. Chef goes down, and Zoo gets to his feet, runs the ropes and hits his version of the rolling thunder!
Brad: The Munchie Factor! He hit the Munchie Factor! Could this be it so soon?
Doc: I don't think I'll ever get used to that name...hehehe..although I don't have a problem with his the way some in our industry do...
Brad: That's okay. Doc...we are here to ENTERTAIN! Other places... well, lets just say its their FANS that have the need...the need for weed. Otherwise, they can't hack watching those shows...
Doc: Hey! What's this? Brad getting controversial? Let's just say, we do this for entertainment value only and we don't endorse drug use...how is that for a nice disclaimer, Brad?
Brad: You sounded professional, which is a change for you...
Zulu runs the ropes to do it again, and Taxes grabs his leg, which stops his momentum. Chef grabs the opportunity and nails a sidewalk slam as Blake turns around to deal with Chef. Picking Zoo back up, he powerslams him in the middle of the ring. Running the ropes, he is tripped by Taxes, and he hits the mat face first. Dragging Chef out, he whips him into the steps. Taking some time to gloat, he doesn't notice Zoo leaping out of the ring. Hitting the high cross body, Blake lands on top of Taxes and starts pounding him with punches. Taxes throws him off, gets up, and is hit with a ghetto blaster by Chef. Chef and Zoo pick him up and drop him on the guard rail. Leaving him draped over the steel, the two men resume hostilities. Ducking a French clothesline, Zoo comes back with a a standing dropkick, which backs Chef up to the post. With a running start, he spears the creator of culinary kindness against the post. The ref, who could've counted to one thousand by now, orders the action back in the ring, and Zoo starts to comply. Blake heaves the Parisian in the ring, and starts to get in himself, when Taxes grabs him and hits a German suplex on the ground. Chef, still holding his stomach from the spear, climbs the ropes, and half-teetering on the top turnbuckle, jumps up and hits Le Grenouille on Zoo. Taxes pounces on Chef, who hurt himself doing that move, too. Getting him into powerbomb position, Taxes starts to pick him up when the ref slides out of the ring and tells 1040 that the match will be thrown out if he performs the move...Not wanting to lose his chance for the Crown, Taxes sends Chef into the ring, to try and beat him before Zoo comes around. The Iron Chef tries to punch the Inevitable, but it is blocked. Taxes headbutts his opponent and bodyslams him down. A few stomps later, and Taxes props him up on the top turnbuckle. From there, the Inevitable hits his devastating German suplex called The Audit. He makes the cover...
Brad:This is it! No one gets up from The Audit! If this was a tag team match with the Inevitables, Death would be coming down with his Sickle of Fate legdrop.
Doc: This isn't a tag match...and lets see if he kicks out or not!
1-2-Zoo pulls Taxes off of him. Grabbing the Inevitable, he hits a belly to back suplex, then covers the Chef...1-2-Taxes drags him off, stomps him a few times...then covers Chef...1-2-Zulu pulls him off. Taxes punches him a couple of times, chops him twice, drawing the familiar Flair refrain, and throws him over the top rope...then covers Chef...1-2-kickout! Frustrated, Taxes tries the Write Off slingshot suplex manuever, but Chef blocks it. Giving the Parisian a throat thrust, he picks him up for a body slam, but Blake dropkicks Chef in the back, knocking him on top of Taxes for a cover...1-2-Zoo laughs as he pulls Chef off, knowing he had set the whole thing up in the first place. Chef pulls himself up a bit and mule kicks Zoo off of him. Jumping on Taxes, he starts wailing away with punches. Getting Taxes to his feet, hehits The Porterhouse suplex, and makes the cover...1-2-Zulu pulls Chef off of him. Chef gets to his feet, locks up with Blake and tries to whip him into the ropes. Zoo reverses it, and sends him running the opposite way...right into Taxes, who had just gotten to his feet. Both Chef and Taxes go down. Looking at both men, then looking at the crowd, he gets a relaxed, smiling look on his face. The audience cheers, then he drops a leg on Chef. Not discriminating, he drops a leg on Taxes. He drops an elbow on Chef, then one on Taxes. Mounting the top rope, he waits for the first person to rise, which is Chef. As soon as he is to his feet, Zulu nails the Wild Side, sending Chef down like a ton of bricks.
Doc: THIS is it. That dropkick knocked the Grey Poupon out of the Chef!
Brad: Taxes is starting to stir...will he get there in time?
Zulu goes for the cover...1-2-Taxes pulls him off!Pulling Zulu up by the hair on the back of his head, Taxes clamps on a sleeper. Fighting it, Zoo starts to go out. Blake backs him up hard into a corner, but Taxes doesn't break it. He tries it again...and Taxes keeps ahold of it. Zulu sees Chef get up and start a big boot toward his face...the adrenaline rush is enough to allow him to break the hold and duck. The big boot connects squarely with the Inevitable. Slumping in the corner, Taxes watches as Zulu and Chef exchange blows. Getting the cobwebs out of his head, Taxes waits for the right moment...and barrels out with a double clothesline, sending both of his opponents down! Cinching Zulu up, he hits a cradle suplex...1-2-kickout! Zulu gets up and tries a spear. Taxes dodges it, and poor Chef gets blasted again! Zoo turns around, gets booted in the stomach, and powerbombed! Dropping down, Taxes hooks a leg and makes the cover...1-2-Chef breaks it up! The fans start to boo inexplicably...
Doc: Hehe...that Chef is showing me something...he can take a beating, and keep coming back to stop those counts! Every guy in the match has almost won and lost it! Hey..what do we have...
Brad: It's Highway! He has a smirk on his face, and he is holding something...oh, what the hell does he have planned tonight?
Doc: It's a reefer! That's going to upset a few people in other organizations...what is he doing with that?
Brad: Maybe he is going to bait Blake Zulu with it! Danny Szatkowski was a popular young man, and Highway ran him out. Perhaps Zulu got too popular for Highway's taste...
Doc: You don't know why he is here, quit with the conspiracy theories, will ya'
Thomas Highway heads down to the ring, with joint in hand. Zulu rolls out of the way as Chef clobbers Taxes with a punch. The two men lock-up and Taxes whips him into the ropes. As that happens, Highway holds up "Mary Jane," and Blake gives him the thumbs up, as if to say, "Yeah, Man, alriiight!" Taxes clotheslines Chef down, then hits him with a tombstone piledriver. Not going for the cover, he runs at the distracted Zulu and dropkicks him over the top rope. Highway grabs a chair and moves toward Zoo. Taxes, seeing this, smiles to himself and heads out of the ring, but not before he checks to make sure Chef is still out. Getting out of the ring, he grabs his own chair, and the two men laden with weapons hover over Blake like a couple of vultures. Highway motions that he wants to get the first shot in...and Taxes agrees. As Zoo staggers to his feet, Highway winds up...and cracks Taxes...HARD! Repeatedly! Blake Zulu doesn't know what to make of this...but since the Commish isn't hitting HIM, he gets back in the ring to continue the match. Highway sits down next to the unconscious Inevitable. Grinning with a Cheshire quality, he lights up the joint and takes a puff. Inside the ring, Blake hits a DDT and signals for the 420. The crowd goes berserk. Highway takes in a deep drag on the weed, and blows the smoke in Taxes' face.
Highway: You know what, my unconscious friend? You cost me a lot of money. That little stunt you pulled with that audit cost me more than a few bucks. Having Vice deliver those papers didn't help your cause, either. So, now you owe me, and I'm going to take it out of your ass. You know what I'm going to do?
Takes another drag and blows more smoke in his face...
Highway: I am going to run you and that partner of yours out of town...and that, my friend...is inevitable!
Thomas Highway puts the joint out on Taxes' exposed arm, burning a circle on it. Dropping it next to Taxes' face, Highway gets up to leave...
Highway: You can keep that little souvenir of your Triple Crown Qualifying match loss...hehehe. If you'll excuse me, security is even now escorting Death out of my arena, and I want to watch the final part of that...hehehehe
Blake Zulu hits the 420, and makes a cover...1-2-3! Celebrating, the man from L.A. doesn't even notice Taxes as he walks past the crumpled accountant. Raising his hands in the air, he acknowledges the fans, and gets back to the locker room. The official helps Chef to the back area, and medical personnel come to take Taxes away. Somewhere in all the confusion, the joint disappears, and no one claims to have knowledge of its whereabouts.
Doc: Uhhh...looks like the Commish and Taxes have a little dispute...I'm not sure about what yet, but I have a feeling we will find out.
Brad: I hope so. That surprised me. I was SURE that he was going to attck Zoo. Whatever Taxes did, he must have done it in a big way! With that in mind, we have another qualifier for the Triple Crown, and his name is Blake Zulu!
Winner by Pinfall: BLAKE ZULU! |
The scene opens up in a dark alley as the camera slowly makes it's way through the dark and empty alleyway. The camera pans to what looks to be an abondoned apartment complex as a man is sitting on the stairs that lead up to the building. The man is wearing a Pittsburgh Pirate throwback jersey, some black pants, and a hat. The camera man stops and the man speaks.
Man: It seems like yesterday when my mother was supporting my three brothers and I. You couln't realize it, but this was the same building I lived in. My mom couldn't pay the rent and it was bad enough that drug dealers were passing by here everyday. This is how it was in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania. At the age of 3 my father left my mom, my two brothers and I. He said he couldn't stand living in these conditions. Seeing how there were always little thugs and gangsters around my neighborhood I had to learn to fight. Doing so I stuck up for my brothers at any cost. If they wanted them, they had to go through me. With my father out of the picture my mother had to put food on the table and the only work she could find was prostitution. That's how my third brother was born. Putting food on the age wasn't the easiest thing, so at the age of sixteen I decided that I needed to start raising my mom and my brothers. Seeing how I was the oldest brother and I knew how to fight, I joined a underground fight club. I could easily make three hundred to five hundred dollars a night kicking a playas ass on the spot. To set an example for my brothers, I did decide to stay in high school at Wilkinsburg High. I continued to stay in the fight club till I reached my senior year in high school where I moved onto Pittsburgh Unversity. That's when I ended my days at the fight club. To say that this was the same spot that made me who I am today, I am proud of who I am. I am coming to RAWF for one thing and one thing only. That thing is to kick everyones ass. I came to RAWF to let all may anger out. For my father leaving me, the wannabe gangstas on my street trying to kill my brothers. All of that will pay a toll on every single wrestlers on RAWF's roster. It won't be easy at first, but once everything starts going my way. At home, I bet every single one of you are wondering who the hell I am. Well, remember my name and remember it damn well. My name is Kreg Webber, MAN OF STEEL. If anyone back in RAWF has a problem with me, they better tell it to my face. Because it will surely be easier for them to get their ass whooped when I know the truth, then you get your ass whooped when your talking shiz behind my back. Two weeks is all you guys have to prepare for my havoc to be released. TWO WEEKS. Be ready, because X GON' GIVE IT TO YA.
As Kreg Webber finishes what he was saying he gets right in the lens of the camera as the fades and the screen shows Kreg Webber, Man of Steel on his way to RAWF on April 28th, 2003. The scene then fades.
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