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VS. JAREK MAGNUM & SHAWN DEE |
Levitan: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...at a combined weight of 531 pounds...from the cities of Sunset Beach, California, and Atlanta, Georgia, respectively. They are the team of...JAREK MAGNUM AND SHAAAAAAWWWNNN DEEEEEE!!!!
Jarek Magnum and Shawn Dee walk out amid pyrotechnics and "Right/Wrong" by DMX playing on the sound system. Dee holds a can of Mountain Dew in his hand. As they climb into the ring, Dee crushes the can in his fist, then tosses it rudely into the crowd.
Brad: Hasn't he ever heard of recycling?
Levitan: And their opponents...
"Jungle Boogie" is played as the "Bigshot" Bill Fury walks out and Samoa Joe dances out to the ramp and receive applause from a raucous crowd.
Levitan: At a combined weight of 610 pounds ....."BIGSHOT" BILL FURY ...SAMOA JOE ...THE RADICAL HIT SQUAD!!
As usual, Bill is all business. Samoa Joe, on the other hand, dances around like Bo Jangles in his prime. Entertaining the crowd and having a lot of fun, Joe hams it up all the way to the ring. Bill pretends he doesn't know the man from Samoa, until Joe stops dancing...
Brad: This match could go a long way toward deciding who gets a shot at The Inevitables and their Tag Team Championships.
Doc: Now wouldn't that be something? Magnum and Dees as the Tag Team Champions along with Dirge as World Champion! Damage Inc. would rule RAWF!!! This is the debut of Dee and Magnum after the vicious attacks they made last week. Both men have clearly said that they want the RAWF Tag Team gold and will stop at nothing to get it. Let's see if they can back that up today. I think they will, they're Damage Inc after all.
Brad: While I agree that that's an impressive grouping I don't think that guarantees success.
Doc: Well what would you know ? All you care about is how many guys can apply a wristlock.
Brad: Don't start that again.
Doc: Why ? It's true. You have two seriously dangerous men like Magnum and Dee against two chumps in the Bungalo Boys and you're not saying they're the favorites ?
Brad: That's "The Radical Hit Squad". Now be quiet so we can see how things go, they look ready to tie up.
The match starts with the giant Bill Fury pairing up with Magnum. Magnum looks over to Dee and says "Get a look at this load of s*it Shawn." and looks back just in time to take a stiff forearm that almost knocks his head off of his shoulders. Fury picks the much smaller Magnum up and body presses him, holding him up in the air for what seems like an eternity before slamming him down on his back hard. Magnum hits the mat and arches his back in pain but doesn't get much time to recover as Fury picks him up and throws him like a sack into the far corner then runs in and lands a clothesline on him, followed by a vicious slap to his chest that cracks across the arena. The fans yell "WOOOOO" at this as Shawn Dee visibly cringes and Samoa Joe laughs and applauds. Fury pulls Magnum to his feet and whips him to the other corner then stands and waits for him to stumble out of it. As he does so Fury scoops him up and plants him with a vicious flapjack. He stands over Magnum celebrating then turns to walk to his corner and tag Samoa Joe in. He doesn't make it however.
Brad: OH come on ! That chopblock was totally unnecessary ! Do something ref !
Doc: Brilliant ! He did it when the ref was looking to the far corner for the tag !
The referee grabs Dee and pushes him back to his corner. He gets out with a smirk and sticks his arm out to tag Magnum, who's crawling to the corner. He gets there and slaps Dee's hand hard before rolling out of the ring and falling to the floor. Dee hops over the ropes and runs across the ring, drilling Samoa Joe between the eyes and knocking him off the canvas then he turns and kicks Fury square in the face. He pulls him to his feet and kicks him in the knee then hits him square in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Fury stumbles backwards and bounces off the ropes. As he stumbles forward again Dee hits him with a Bionic Elbow to the top of his head, knocking him to the canvas. He picks Fury up, DDT's him and then rolls him to the corner and yells at Samoa to "Tag the fat slob and get in here". He slaps Fury in the back of the head for good measure and backs up to center ring. Samoa's face turns a deep shade of red and he tags Fury and leaps into the ring. He blitzes Dee who backs up a step and waits for Samoa to get up to him, grabbing him and throwing him into his and Magnum's corner with a wicked overhead suplex. Dee immidiately turns around and runs over to Fury, slamming a fist into his face. Fury tries to get into the ring but the referee stops him and holds him back, allowing Magnum to grab Samoa around the neck and choke him with his forearms. Dee walks over to their corner and makes a point of drilling Samoa right in the family jewels then poking him in the eyes. He backs off and leds Samoa stumble into center ring then bouces off the ropes and nails a vicious clothesline. The fans respond to this by booing loudly.
Brad: Come on Ref, get with it ! That's blatant cheating !
Doc: That's veteran ringwork.
Brad: No, that's cheating. They can't get the job done right so they're taking shortcuts.
Doc: No, they're taking advantage of a rookie team. It's called strategy.
Brad: You keep saying that Doc, eventually someone might believe you.
Dee pulls Samoa to his feet and turns him updside down, then hits a hard piledriver followed by a powerbomb and a ring shaking spinebuster. He walks over to the corner and tags Magnum in. The two pick Samoa up and hit a double suplex, a double flapjack and then Dee puts him in a camel clutch as Magnum bounces off of the ropes a drills Samoa with a vicious kick to the mouth. The two man stand up and slap hands before Dee walks back to his corner and gets out of the ring. Magnum picks Samoa up and hits a neckbreaker, followed by a spinebuster and a cradle piledriver. He picks him up again and tries a headbutt ....but its Magnum that takes the brunt as Joe just smiles at him, then walks over and tags in Bill. Magnum shakes it off and stares down the "Bigshot".
Brad: Shouldn't try those headbutts on Samoans! It's like a given rule in the sport anymore!
Fury and Magnum circle each other, looking for an opening. Fury lunges toward Jarek, but Magnum backs up and smiles. They continue circling. Fury lunges once more, but Magnum rolls out of the way and comes back up with a knee to Fury's's back! Fury stumbles forward, but regains composure, only to be knocked over once more by an agile dropkick from Jarek. Magnum bounces off the ropes and runs, and upon reaching Fury he tries landing a dramatic elbow drop. Fury rolls out of the way in time though, and jumps to his feet. He's met by Magnum and they both lock up. Magnum kicks Fury in the stomach and then tries pulling off a suplex. But Fury is stronger and bigger. He shoves Magnum off of him, then sends an uppercut to Magnum's chin. Magnum falls over but flips up to be met with a big boot to his jaw. Fury then picks Magnum up and delivers a scoop slam. Fury once more picks up Magnum, this time serving up a tigerbomb! Magnum is stunned. Fury picks up Magnum once more, but this time doesn't succeed in slamming him, because Dee jumps into the ring and kicks Fury in the stomach. He then delivers an evenflow DDT, taking out Fury. Joe tries to get in but the ref gets in his way. Joe begins complaining, asking why the ref didn't hold DEE back. Magnum and Dee double team Bill, double clotheslining him to the mat. Dee claps his hands loudly and Magnum exits and grabs their tag rope. The ref turns around and asks Dee if they tagged and he nods yes. The crowd boos and complains. The ref shrugs and lets Dee continue. Dee picks Fury up and chops him a couple of times. Fury spins away, placing his back toward Dees. Dees grabs Fury around his ample waist and...
Brad: GERMAN SUPLEX!! What a show of power by Dees!!
Doc: DAMN! I'm going to have to start drinking some of that Dew!!
Bill Fury is on the mat, writing in pain after an
awkward German suplex by Shawn Dee. The suplex took so
much energy out of Shawn Dee that he is also lying in
the middle of the ring. Both wrestlers are trying to
tag to their respective corners. As Bill Fury is
crawling for his life to tag in Samoa Joe, Shawn Dee
gets up and drags Bill Fury back to opposite corner
where Jerek Magnum is waiting for the tag. Dee tags in
Magnum and the both give a stomping to the very tired
Fury. Samoa Joe gets into the ring and tries to break
up the melee himself, but the referee turns his back
on the beating and forces Joe back to his corner. By
doing this, Magnum and Dee are given more time to add
more damage to the down Fury. With their combined
strength, they pick up Fury and sit him on the top
turnbuckle. Dee climbs the turnbuckle and places
Fury�s head in between his right arm and his torso.
Dee then falls backwards and executes a DDT off the
top rope. While Fury is on the floor, facing upright,
Magnum comes over and slaps him in the face a couple
of times while yelling insults.
Brad: Wow, we just saw Fury take one hell of a
beating. How will he come back after that attack?
Doc: That�s why Magnum and Dee are in Damage Inc. Did
you see how they handled Fury? It was so easy!
Magnum then proceeds to pick up Fury and gives him a
series of punches. But when Magnum went for a final
roundhouse punch, Fury ducks and executes a sudden
neckbreaker. Magnum falls to the ground in shock as
Fury falls to the ground, exhausted. Both Joe and Dee
are going crazy at their corners, wanting to be tagged
in to get an advantage. Magnum reaches his corner
first, sending Dee flying out of the corner, but right
when Magnum tagged Fury, using whatever energy he has
left; jumps and stretches his arm and tags in Samoa
Joe. Joe gets into the ring and delivers a huge
headbutt to the running Dee, sending him to the mat.
Magnum seeing that his tag team partner down, rushes
and attempts to level Joe, but Joe counters with a
swift super kick. As soon as Magnum goes down, Shawn
Dee is back up and is running towards Joe, but gets a
Samoan Back Drop for his efforts. The two wrestlers
roll out of the ring and meet up to contemplate on
their next move, as Joe goes around the ring, pumping
up the crowd.
Brad: Wow, look at the reaction of the crowd. They are
really behind Samoa Joe, especially after that showing
of his offensive maneuvers.
Doc: The fans are idiots. They don�t know when they
see a winner and clearly Jerek Magnum and Shawn Dee
are going to be the winners of this match. C�mon you
two!
Dee slides in and reluctantly locks up with Joe. Dee turns it into a headlock and Joe shoves him off into the ropes. Dee comes flying back and tries a shoulderblock. Joe stands firm as a rock and Dee goes tumbling to the canvas. Dee stands up and bounces off the ropes again ..he tries another shoulderblock only to get the same result. Joe grins and mocks Dee, who slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up and bounces off the ropes again ....Joe tries a samoan kick, but misses as Dee ducks past and bounces off the opposite side. Joe tries a sidewalk slam and doesn't miss this time! With a boom, Dee hits the mat. Joe stands up and bounces off the ropes himself and drops a huge elbow on Dee. A cover 1...2... Magnum runs in and stomps on Joe, breaking the count. Joe shrugs it off as Magnum returns to the corner. Joe picks Dee up and smacks him with a knife edge to the chest. Dee staggers back and Joe bounces off the ropes and charges. Dee catches him right in the kisser with a roundhouse kick that staggers the big Samaoan. Dee charges and hits a clothesline that takes Joe down. Dee crawls over and tags in Jarek. Jarek comes running in and stomps on Joe several times, then grabs him by the ankles, rolls him over into a Boston Crab, and leans back. Joe grimaces in pain and tries to reach the ropes. Fury yells out encouragement as Joe slowly inches toward them. As he is just about there, Dee comes charging into the ring. Fury sees this and does the same. The ref sees Bill and not Shawn, and blocks Bill's way. Dee quickly takes the opportunity to help Magum drag Joe back to center ring, then quickly returns to his corner.
Brad: Damage inc. getting away with everything!! They might as well have guns and ski masks on.
Doc: Hey, these guys are fine upstanding United States citizens! Unlike Joe and Bill ...a Scotsman and a Samoan. What a goofy pair.
Joe reaches down deep and is able to finally make the ropes, but he's used up quite a bit of energy doing so. Magnum releases the hold and stomps on Joe's back some more. He drags Joe by the ankle over to Dee and tags him in. Dee takes the other ankle and they play "make a wish", each yanking the legs to the side. Joe convolses in pain, holding his abdomen. Magum returns to the corner and Dee goes to work, apllying a spinning toehold. Joe kicks him off into the turnbuckle face first, then desperately tries to crawl over and make a tag. He almost gets there, but Dee beats him and drops an elbow on his back. Dee picks Joe up and smashes him with a couple of atomic elbows to the shoulder. Joe sways and takes a step back. Dee tries a spinning heel kick, but Joe catches the foot, spins Dee around and clocks him with a forearm to the back of the head. Dee goes scrambling to the canvas on his knees. Joe stumbles forward and makes the tag to Fury! Bill charges into the ring to the crowds delight! He hits Dee with a hard right hand, knocking him to the mat. Magnum comes rushing in and meets the same fate. Dee gets up and is clocked by a clothesline from Fury. Magnum gets up and gets the same treatment. Bill grabs Dee and executes a powerbomg! He covers, but Magnum breaks it up. Joe returns to the fray and now all four men are brawling.
Brad: This ref needs to be fined for the horrible job he's doing!
Doc: Please quit whining. I'll buy you a drink in the desert if you do.
Joe and Fury level Magnum with a double clothesline. Then they nail Dee with a double kick to the chin. Joe begins dancing and the ref forces him back to his corner. Fury picks up Magnum and gives him a piledriver!!! Fury tries a cover ...but the ref taps him on the shoulder. Magnum is not the legal man. Fury argues with the ref for a second as Dee gets up and decks Bill with a knee to the back. Fury bounces forward into the ropes and Dee rolls him up into a pin attmept. Ref counts 1...2..Dee puts his feet on the ropes for extra leverage ...3!!
Doc: YEAH!!! Damage Inc. victorious! That idiot Fury tried to pin the wrong man!
Brad: A bad break for the Hit Squad. Hopefully they can bounce back and make a run for those belts.
"Immortal" by Adema strikes up.
Levitan: From Scunthorpe, England ....weighing 319 pounds ...this is DEADMAN K!!!
The big three hundred pound Deadman K stalks to the ring. He sneers and climbs over the ropes and raises his arms to a semi-receptive crowd.
Brad: The Deadman looking to advance and go on to win the Triple Crown. But he's got very stiff competition! Namely, the United States Champion Ryne Blood ...and also newcomer Aedin Riley.
Doc: Oh, Ryne is already on a tear as it is. And I doubt he will be intimidated ...even by a guy as big as DK.
Levitan: Our next participant....
"Faint" by Linkin Park plays and the crowd, who have heard a lot of good things about "The Warchild", cheer.
Levitan: From New York City! ............ weighing 210 pounds ....this is "WARCHILD" AEDIN RILEY!!!!!!!!
Wearing a scarlet mask with a small crown insignia between the eyes with matching leather pants and boots, Riley jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with a few fans. He climbs up on the turnbuckle on the outside of the ropes and salutes the crowd. They respond in kind.
Doc: This poor guy. Getting fed to the wolves in his very first match. He's facing two guys that both weigh close to or over three hundred pounds! What chance does a little punk like him have?
Brad: You haven't even see him wrestle yet!! How do you know he's going to get crushed?
Doc: My experienced instincts of course.
Levitan: And their opponent...
"South Of Slayer" plays and the lights in the arena go dark.
Levitan: From Parts Unknown.... weighing 275 pounds ... he is the RAWF United States Champion ... this is "RUTHLESS" RYNE BLOOD!!!!
The spotlight shines at the top of the ramp, illuminating a lone figure standing there, a hooded sweatshirt pulled over his face. Blood walks into the spotlight and sneers at the fans, who boo him with everything they have. Uncaring about the crowd, Blood stalks to the ring, removes his sweatshirt, and takes the U.S. Belt and holds it high. He hands it to the referee and starts warming up, glaring at his two adversaries.
Brad: After what Blood did last week, he should of been stripped of his belt and suspended!!
Doc: I got news for you Brad, Kit wouldn't allow it. Vice tried to suspend him and Kit told him no way Jose! Hah ha ha. Guess VP Vice isn't as powerful as he thought he was.
The bell rings and the three men circle each other. For a few moments they each start to advance on another, but hold back when they see it will expose them to attack from behind. Finally, Blood gets tired of the process and charges Riley, who deftly leapfrogs him. Blood hits a corner turnbuckle face first. He spins around and DK is there to wallop him with a turnbuckle clothesline. Riley gestures for DK to moce aside and he does so reluctantly. The Warchild charges and hits with a high impact flying back elbow to Ryne's chest. Riley backs up and pauses to acknowledge the crowd who loved that last move. Unfortunately, he forgot DK was there ....and gets leveled by a clothesline from Deadman. Deadman picks Riley up and tosses him to the ropes ..delivering a crushing spinebuster to the masked man. Ryne charges out of the corner and clobbers DK with a spear that drives the Deadman into the opposite turnbuckles, back first. Ryne jams his shoulder into DK's stomach three times, then whips him into the opposite corner. Ryne charges, but is met by a big boot to the face by DK. Ryne staggers back and falls backward over Riley, who placed himself on his hands and knees behind the US champ. Ryne's noggin hits the mat with a thunk. He lays there, holding his head, writhing in pain. Riley gets up and nails DK with a back kick, then a spinning back kick. DK's eyes glaze over for a second. Riley mounts the second turnbuckle and straddles the Deadman, laying into him with short punches to the face. Riley steps down and DK staggers out of the corner. Riley climbs to the second rope and leaps, hitting with a dropkick in DK's back. The Deadman falls ....and his head hits Blood right in the groin.
Brad: Not bad by the New York native!! What do you think of him now Doc?
Doc: I think its a bit too early for Halloween. That Spider-Man mask makes him look like one of those mannequins you get at..
Brad: Stop right there. I'm sorry I ever thought to ask.
Riley bounces off the ropes and hits with a splash on DK's back. He rolls him over and hooks the leg. Ref counts 1... DK powers out, tossing The Warchild aside like a blanket. Both men get up, but DK grabs Riley by the throat, intending on giving him the Death Drop! Ryne crawls over and nails DK with a low blow. DK lets go of Riley, who kicks him in the knee. DK limps away, trying to shake off the pain. Ryne chopblocks the knee from behind and DK holds on to the ropes as his knee buckles. Riley charges at Ryne, but the US Champ catches him in a belly to belly suplex. With Aedin momentarily disposed of, Ryne turns around and goes back to work on DK's knee, stomping on it brutally in rapid sucession. The Deadman tries to fight him off with a couple of punches, but Ryne shrugs them off and keeps at it. He pulls the Deadman over to the ropes and drapes the knee over the bottom one. He places his foot on the knee, and his hands on the ropes and stands on it. DK grimaces in pain, trying to push Blood off of him. Help comes in the form of a recovering Warchild, who dropkicks Ryne in the head. The US Champ goes flying over the ropes and hits the ring apron, then tumbles to the arena floor. Riley climbs to the top rope as Ryne climbs to his feet. Riley leaps and hits Blood with a suicide plancha! Both men hit the floor, but Aedin gets right up and rolls back into the ring. DK has pulled himself up and is limping around, trying to work the knee. Riley launches himself at DK and hits with a tornado DDT! He covers and the ref counts 1...2...DK kicks out. Riley gets up and springs off the ropes, going for another splash, but DK puts his knees up and Riley hits them stomach first. He rolls off of DK and curls up in a fetal position. DK gets slowly to his feet and picks The Warchild up. He lifts him up and delivers a tombstone piledriver! Ryne rolls back into the ring and DK runs over and stomps on him a few times, then leaps onto Riley for a cover. Ref counts 1...2...Riley gets a shoulder off the mat.
Brad: This tournament has sure given us some great action thus far!! These matches are so unpredictab.... uh oh, looks like we've got company coming. Vice President Johnathan Vice, making his way down the ramp.
Doc: Awww, crap! What's he out here for? Shouldn't he be back doing paperwork or running errands for Kit?
Vice comes mosying down the ramp, walking with the support of a steel cane. As Ryne Blood gets up and starts pounding on DK with punches, the Vice President makes his way over to the announcers table and grabs a headset.
Vice: Gentlemen, I just thought I'd come out here and visit with you two for awhile.
Doc: Why? I'm sure you have better things to do right now. Doesn't Kit have any laundry for you to pick up?
Brad: Hey, Commisioner Highway has been out here a few times, why do you have a problem with Vice coming out here?
Vice: Don't worry about it Brad. I know Doc's just being honest ..that's why we hired him. But in truth, I'm out here to keep an eye on a certain "problem child" that's been having tantrums lately.
Doc: Ohhhh, Ryne's going to love hearing you call him a child Vice. Hope you plan on doing that face to face instead of behind his back.
Vice: If the opportunity presents itself, I most likely will.
Doc: Mind if I sell tickets?
Back in the ring, Blood nails DK with a headbutt, then levels him with a short arm clothesline. Aedin crawls over to the corner, trying to take a break and recover. Ryne picks DK up and lifts him into a fireman's carry, then drops back, hitting a samoan drop. Ryne covers. 1...2...kickout by DK. Ryne stands up and Aedin charges, trying for a flying bodypress, but Ryne senses him coming and catches him, presses him over his head, then smashes him with a backbreaker. Riley flops on the mat like a dying salmon. Ryne picks him up and executes a t-bone suplex! He stomps on DK to keep him out of the way while he climbs to the top rope. The Unites States Champion leaps and hits a perfect suicide headbutt onto The Warchild!! He covers him! Ref counts 1...2...DK crawls over and pulls Ryne off at the very last second. Ryne pounds DK in the face, then stands up. He pulls DK to his feet and tries to lift him up for a Ryne Blood Special, but DK grabs him around the back of the head and drops down with all his weight for a modified stunner. Ryne's head snaps back and he tumbles to the mat. DK slowly rises and leaps high...coming down with a crushing legdrop to Blood's throat. He covers. 1...2...Ryne kicks out.
Brad: I really have to commend you and the other members of the championship commitee on this Triple Crown Tournament Johnathan. It's been a huge event thus far.
Vice: Thank you Brad, I'll make sure to relay that to the others. It's just one more thing that makes RAWF the best in the business.
Doc: Okay, enough patting yourself on the back Vice. We've got a match to call here.
DK pulls the US Champ to his feet and lays into him with hard right hands to the jaw, then a haymaker that sends Blood swaying backward. DK grabs him by the neck before he can fall and hits the Death Drop!!!! The chokeslam sends Blood almost THROUGH the mat. DK covers. 1...2...Riley nails DK in the back with an elbow drop, breaking the pin attempt. DK gets up..more irritated than hurt. He grabs RILEY by the throat and tries the chokeslam, but Riley hits him with a hard kick to the midsection. DK lets him go and doubles over. Aedin quickly grabs him and executes a double arm DDT! He runs the ropes and hits with a moonsault! A cover 1...2...Ryne gets up and grabs Riley by the mask, hauls him up and shoves him down with all his strength. Ryne picks the masked man up and tosses him over the ropes to the outside. DK stumbles to his feet and charges Ryne from behind, clotheslining HIM over the top. Ryne manages to land on his feet. Shaking off his daze, he grabs DK by the ankles and pulls him outside the ring. The two big men trade punches before Ryne gets the upperhand with an eye gouge. DK turns and stumbles away. Ryne follows him and rams DK's head into the post. DK goes crashing to the floor. Ryne comes over to the timekeepers table and grabs the ringbell! He tosses it into the ring, then goes over and picks DK up and rolls him back into the squared circle. Then Ryne rolls in after him.
Doc: Hey Vice, I've got a questio .....hey, where are you going? Sheesh, try to interview a guy and he walks away.
Brad: He's climbing up onto the apron!
Ryne picks up the ringbell, standing near the ropes. With DK at his feet, he lifts the bell up, ready to smash The Deadman with it. The ref warns him, but to no avail ...but from behind Ryne, Vice grabs the ringbell from him and jumps off the apron. He winces in pain as his sore hip takes the brunt of the impact, but turns back, clutching the bell to his chest. Ryne looks shocked, then angry. He starts bellowing at Vice. Meanwhile Riley crawls into the ring from behind The Ruthless One and dropkicks him in the back, sending him through the ropes and to the arena floor. Ryne lands at Vice's feet. Vice drops the bell, picks up his cane, and calmly walks away and up the ramp. Meanwhile, in the ring Riley has climbed to the top rope with DK lying on the mat. Riley leaps and hits his WAR CRY!!!! He covers, hooking the leg. 1...2...3!!!
Doc: What a crime!!! Vice is MANAGEMENT!!! I'm sick and tired of him getting involved in things that aren't his business!!! Why can't he be more like Highway and stay out of things??
Brad: I must be watching a totally different organization than you are ...that's the only thing I can think of to explain your ignorance.
"Faceless Man" by Creed plays and the word BO pulses on the Radi-Tron
Levitan: From Manchester, England ....weighing 222 pounds ...this is BO DACIOUS!!!
Bo steps out from behind the curtain wearing black pants saying "Bo Dacious is bodacious" on the side. He gives the fans a smug look and struts down the ramp.
Brad: What's the scoop here Doc? The last time we saw Bo, Kit had fired him ...just like she has so many others. What makes HIM so special as to get a second chance?
Doc: The man is a superstar! Kit made a rare mistake when she let Bo go, but she's rectifying it by letting him return and show what he can really do! Dynamite is in for the match of his life! Bo is out to prove to everyone he should never have been fired!
Bo climbs into the ring and flexes for the crowd, who show him little support.
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Gang Related" blasts over the PA system and a lit fuse snakes it's way across the Radi-tron to explode in a pyro off either side of the screen!
Levitan: From Miami, Florida ....weighing 287 pounds ....this is DYNAMITE NEWTON!
Sporting black pants with lime green text saying "Dynamite Newton" across the top, the Florida native pauses at the top of the ramp to take in the encouragement of the crowd. He smiles, then makes his way down tot he ring and climbs in. He and Bo stare at each other while the ref calls for the bell.
Doc: Bo looks in excellent condition. He must have been training like a maniac back home in England!
Brad: But he may have some ring rust to shake off. Dynamite on the other hand has been through two grueling matches in the past couple of weeks and should be well prepared for this contest.
Bo and Newton lock up, with Bo getting the quick advantage, turning it into a headlock. Newton tries to push him off, but Bo puts on the brakes, still clinging to the headlock. Newton tries to execute a belly to back suplex, but Bo flips himself up and over, landing behind Newton. Bo levels him with a dropkick. Proud of himself, Bo gets up and flexes again. Dynamite gets to his feet and Bo flicks beads of sweat from his chest onto his opponent. Newton gets a smile on his face and nods, then beckons Bo to lock up again. Bo abliges and once again puts Newton into a headlock. Newton pushes him off into the ropes. Newton dives to the canvas and Bo leaps over him. Newton gets up and Bo flies at him with a bodypress attmept. Newton catches him and spins it around into a powerslam. Newton gets up and mocks Bo, flexing for the crowd, who cheer in approval. Bo gets up and Dynamite grabs him by the wrist and applies an arm wringer. Bo wails, then reverses it. He turns it into a hammerlock. Newton back elbows him in the face, forcing a release ...then clobbers him with a clothesline. Bo scrambles groggily to his feet and Dynamite catches him a scoop slam. Again ..slower this time ...Bo gets to his feet, only to be lifted high over Dynamite's head and slammed face first to the mat. Bo' body bounces off the mat and he rolls outside to catch his breath.
Brad: Bo's return not going as well as either he or you had hoped thus far Doc!
Doc: Ah, but he still remembers when to get the heck out and slow down his opponent's momentum! Dyno-mutt had himself a little run there, but its all over now.
Brad: Dacious returning to the ring now. They lock up again. Dynamite forces Bo over to the corner. The ref calls for a clean break. Dynamite backing off, but OH! Bo with a cheap shot! Gouging the eyes!
Doc: Yeah, that's the Bo Dacious I remember!!
Bo follows it up with a stiff right hand to the jaw of Newton, then a knife edge chop that staggers him back. Bo hits with another dropkick and Newton falls back sitting down into the corner. Bo charges and hits with a bronco buster. He gets off of Dynamite and backs away. Dynamite slowly gets up and starts walking towards Bo but Bo takes his head off with a clothesline!! Dynamite flips from the force of the manuever. Bo climbs up to the top rope and leaps off hitting a legdrop on Newton. A cover 1...2...Dynamite kicks out somehow! Bo picks Dynamite up and clocks him with a few right hands, then whips him into the ropes. Bo leans down for a backdrop attempt and Dynamite hits the brakes and kicks him right in the face. Bo staggers back and Dynamite hits him with a spear. Dynamite tries to rise after hittting the move, but manages only to crawl away. After a few moments, both men get up slowly. At the exact same time they both charge at each other and go for a clothesline. They hit each other and take themselves out! Another few moments of waiting as the ref starts to count them out. Newton and Bo get up and Bo goes for a kick but Newton grabs it. Bo then goes for a savate kick to the head but Newton ducks it. Newton tries for a figure four but Bo pulls away from him and gets up, then runs up and goes for a dropkick but Newton shoves his legs to the side blocking that. Bo stands up and pauses. Newton runs and goes for a big boot to the face of Bo but Bo ducks it and hits with an atomic elbow to the top of Newton's head. Bo then hits a T-Bone suplex on Newton! The crowd jeers as Bo taunts them and then picks Newton up. Bo whips him into the ropes then jumps over him as Newton comes back. Dynamite hits the ropes and comes back the other way and Bo goes for a superkick but Newton slides under him and comes up from behind hitting a german suplex!
Brad: Give Bo credit, he's trying every move in the book! But Dynamite seems to be one step ahead of him!
Doc: Okay, maybe he IS a little rusty. But don't count him out. He's one of the toughest guys in the business and knows how to get out of sticky situations!
Brad: Dynamite picks Bo up and hits a flatliner! He goes for the pin, 1...2... Bo kicks out. Just barely.
Doc: Hang in there Bo! Come on!
Newton stands up picking Bo up with him. He lifts Dacious up into a suplex position but Bo flips out of it landing behind Newton. Bo grabs Newton and wraps him up in a sleeper hold! Newton flails about, then stiffens and drives Bo backwards into the corner. Bo holds on for dear life, so Newton does it again. Bo releases the hold and slumps against the turnbuckles. Newton turns around and kicks him in the midsection, then leans down and drives his shoulder into Bo's stomach several times. Dynamite ignores the ref's warnings and practically slices Bo in half with two knife edge chops. Newton then whips Bo to the opposite corner. Newton charges him, but Bo gets both feet up and wraps his legs around Dynamite's neck and executes a desperate hurricanrana. Again, both men lie dazed on the mat. The ref counts to eight before Bo pulls himself up and hauls Dynamite to his feet. He bodyslams him, then propels off the ropes and hits a kneedrop. A cover 1...2...kickout by Dynamite. Bo gets up and runs off the ropes and hits a baseball slide dropkick to Newton's ribs. Another cover 1...2...kickout by Newton. Bo gets up, stomps on Dynamite a few times, then one nmore time launches himself into the ropes and tries a splash. But Dynamite gets his knees up and Bo hits them belly first. Bo rolls away into a fetal position, clutching his stomach. Newton gets up and drops an elbow to Bo's head. He drags Bo to his feet and executes a rolling neck breaker. He picks him up again and hits him with three wicked looking shots that have Bo swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane. Dynamite bounces off the ropes and practically decapitiates Bo with a clothesline.
Brad: What a shot!!! Bo Dacious in a whole heap of trouble now! Dynamite picks him up ....POWERBOMB!! A cover! Hook that leg! One ....two ...thr... no, Bo just barely got a shoulder off the mat.
Doc: Come ooooooonnnnnnnn Bo!
Brad: The ever unbiased commentary of Doc Dillinger ladies and gentlemen! hey, wait a minute ....RYNE BLOOD IS CHARGING DOWN THE RAMP!
Doc: Oh good, this match was getting lethargic anyway!! Heheheheh.
Still dressed in his ring attire, Blood dives under the ropes as Dynamite is pummeling Bo in the corner. Ryne grabs him from behind, spins him around and kicks him hard in the gut. Dynamite staggers away. Ryne nails Bo with a vicious back elbow. Bo slumps to the canvas. Ryne grabs Dynamite, lifts him up, and delivers a Ryne Blood Special!!! Dynamite lies motionless on the mat as Ryne stands over him for a second, then turns to Bo. Bo staggers to his feet ....which in retrospect he probabaly shouldn't have done ...because Ryne gives HIM a Ryne Blood Special as well. The ref calls for the bell and hightails it for cover. Ryne yells at Levitan, demanding the mic. Dan tosses it to him.
Ryne: Hey Vice, you piece of lice infested dung!!! You made the mistake of costing me a match tonight ....and NOBODY does that to me!!!!! I don't care if you are (bleep)ing Vice president of RAWF!! I'm going to destroy you like I destroyed that has been John Patrick!!!!
The crowd erupts into boos at the mention of that act.
Ryne: Vice ...I'm giving you ten seconds to get your ass out here and take your medicine .... or else I'm crippling this peon Newton!!!
Ryne drops the mic and puts the mostly unconscious Newton in the Cure!! Dynamite screams in agony and tries vainly to escape.
Brad: My god! There's no one to stop him from permanently ending Newton's career!!!!
Doc: Well, Vice better get out here, or it will all be his fault for being a coward.
Brad: That's ridic ....wait, here comes Vice now!
Vice appears at the top of the ramp, still clutching his cane. He hobbles down to the ring and holds his hand up to Ryne to stop. Ryne bellows for him to get in the ring. Vice ...as quickly as he can...climbs into the ring. Ryne lets go of Newton and picks up the mic, sneering at the VP Of Operations.
Ryne: Well now, I knew you'd see it my way! But before I beat the living hell out of you I want to watch you beg...
Before Ryne can finish his sentence, Vice lifts his cane and takes a swing at Ryne. Ryne, however sees it coming and ducks. Ryne kicks Vice in the stomach, then lifts him up and gives a third Ryne Blood Special to him. Ryne picks up the heavy steel cane that Vice brought to the ring and stares at it, savoring the moment. Suddenly the crowd erupts in cheers as Jango Cross comes bursting from the curtain and races down the ramp. Ryne lifts the cane over his head, not paying any attention to the crowd. Jango slides into the ring and grabs the cane from Blood's hands. Jango takes a swing, but Blood ducks and scrambles out of the squared circle. Jango stares him down, standing protectively over Newton and the VP. Ryne walks up the ramp backwards, glaring at Jango.
Doc: Now I know why Jango never gets invited to parties ...... he'll be sorry he didn't mind his own business!!
The show goes to commercial...
The Damage Inc. member, wearing black tights with barbed wire designed on the pant legs and Baggs written on the back, slowly walks down the ramp. He glances at the fans with a look of menace, then climbs into the ring and stretches, ignoring the boos and catcalls.
Levitan: And his opponent....
The opening notes of "Bad Religion" just barely erupt from the speakers when Alex Layne comes bursting through the curtain. He charges down the ramp as Levitan says...
Levitan: From Birmingham, Alabama ...weighing 258 pounds .....ALEX LAYNE!!!
Levitan barely has time to eek out the name and get out of Dodge before Layne dives under the ropes and comes at Baggs. Wesley Richards comes trotting down the ramp as the two combatants trade blows back and forth.
Brad: This one starting out quickly! Both men ...back and forth, toe to toe. Layne with a right hand to the jaw, Baggs with a left hook to the side of Layne's face .....Layne fires back with a forearm to the throat.....Baggs with a an ...eye gouge. Layne covers up his eyes and Baggs nails him with a forearm across the back.
Doc: Baggs is the stronger athlete out there Brad! All he has to do is wear Benedict Alex down and the match will be his.
Baggs keeps the pressure on, nailing a couple of more forearms, driving Layne to his kness. Baggs bounces off the ropes and drives a boot to Layne's chest. Layne collapes to the mat. Baggs kneels down and grabs Layne around the throat. He squeezes for all he's worth as the ref counts to make him break. Baggs lets go at four, then starts all over again. The ref tries to physically pry him off. Baggs shoves the ref away and stands up. The ref gets in his face, threatening disqualification. Baggs laughs, then puts the boots to Layne. He drags Alex to his feet and tries a suplex ....Layne reverses it and gives him one of his own. Quickly and angrily, Layne rolls over and gives Baggs a taste of his own medicine, choking him with both hands. Baggs' eyes bulge out as he gasps for breath. The ref counts to four and Layne lets go ...then starts pummeling Baggs with short rapid fire punches to the forehead. The crowd cheers as Layne stands up and spits on Baggs. He picks him up and violently tosses him into the corner. He lifts his foot and plants it into Baggs' throat, holding the ropes for leverage. The ref warns him and counts. Layne ignores him, but lets go to pummel Baggs with wicked shot to the stomach. Layne snapmares Baggs out of the corner into a sitting position, then Layne flips over him, into a sitting neckbreaker. Like a rubber band, Baggs' head and torso snap back to the canvas. Layne grabs him by the ankles and drags him over to another corner. Layne rolls out of the ring and pulls Baggs ...groin first ...into the steel post. Baggs lets out a wail of agony as Richards laughs across the ring. Layne grabs the ankle and whacks Baggs' knee into it, causing another wave of pain. Layne rolls back into the ring and stomps on the weakened joint. Baggs grabs his knee and rolls out of the ring, and crawls along the floor trying to catch a breather. Layne won't have it however and climbs through the ropes and leaps off the apron, landing right on the knee with his boot.
Doc: This is absurd!!! Layne is breaking every rule in the damn book!!! Why doesnt the ref disqualify him??!!!
Brad: Did you find that book in the Children's section? Layne now, draggin Baggs to his feet and whipping him ...OWWW! ...right into the steel stairs!!! He's going to need an icepack after that one.
Layne drags Baggs to his feet and hammers him with a forearm to the back of the head. Baggs collapses against the guard rail. Layne backs up and charges him...but at the last second, Baggs leans down and instinctively backdrops Layne over the barrier and into the aisle way between the fans seats. Bagga stumbles over and rolls back into the ring to break the ref's count while Layne tries to gather himself amid some of the Texans attending the event. Baggs rolls back out and grabs Layne by the hair and pulls him back over the barricade. He gives him a snap suplex on the concrete!!!!! The crowd lets out a moan as they imagine the pain that must of caused. Baggs picks Layne up and tosses him back into the ring. He follows him in and drops a big legdrop on him and tries a cover. 1...2...Layne kicks out. Baggs pulls Layne up, whips him into the ropes, and nails a tilt-a-whirl slam on the return. Baggs sneers at the fans and pounds his chest with one hand. He ignores the expected catcalls and goes to work on Lyne, kneeling down and grabbing him around the head for a chinlock. Several moments go by as the fans pound on the floor with their feet, trying to motivate Layne. Eventually, he works his way to his feet ....only to have Baggs pound him back to the canvas with an atomic elbow to the top of the head. Baggs picks Layne up and delivers a powerbomb!!!
Doc: Yeah!! That ought to take the fight out of Layne!!!
Brad: A cover! One.....two ....Layne kicks out, but just barely!!! Baggs looks dumbfounded!
Doc: The ref was out of position! Come on!!
Baggs gets up and steps back, preparing himself for The Fatal Blow. Layne stands up and Baggs tries for it, but out of pure instinct Layne ducks! Baggs' leg goes flying high over Layne, allowing him to grab Baggs around the waste and give him a belly to belly suplex! Layne shakes his head to clear it, then pulls Baggs to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Layne bounces off the opposite ropes and tries a flying shoulderblock. Baggs catches him in mid air and powerslams him!! However, the shoulderblock did some partial effect and both men lie on the mat half conscious. After a few agonizing moments of inaction, Baggs gets up and rolls Layne onto his stomach. He grabs Layne's ankle and lifts up ...then drives Layne's knee to the canvas. He does it again ...then a third time. He grabs the other ankle and turns Layne into a sharpshooter. Layne bellows in pain as the ref asks him. Layne shakes his head and reaches down, trying to crawl to the ropes. Just as it looks like he might make it, Baggs releases the hold and sits down hard on Layne's back. He pulls Alex to his feet and irish whips him into the corner. Layne goes in upside down and hangs there. Baggs tangles up Layne legs to make sure he stays there, then starts driving his knee into Layne's stomach repeatedly. The ref tries to push Baggs back. Baggs sneers at him, but complies and backs up. The ref tries to untangle Layne, but Baggs charges. The ref barely gets out of the way as Baggs connects with an avalanche. The impact untangles Layne and he flips to the canvas.
Doc: Pancake City!!! Someone call the local Waffle House and let them know they've got an order up!!!
Brad: I'm sure you frequent establishments like that all over the country. Baggs picks Layne up and hits him with a few choice shots. Layne is out on his feet. Baggs tosses him into the ropes....sidewalk slam!!! He covers and hooks the leg! One....two.....no! Layne got a shoulderblade up just mere milliseconds before the ref slapped the mat a third time.
Doc: Baggs just has to stay on him!! He can't let up!
Baggs pulls Layne to his ffet and tries for a piledriver .....but Layne musters some energy reserves and reverses it into a backdrop. Baggs flips high and over, hitting the mat with a painful sounding thwap. Layne falls to his knees and tries to muster his strength. Both men get up roughly at the same tim and Layne nails Baggs with a right hand ....then another ....then another. The crowd gets pumped up, "oohing" with every blow. Layne bounces off the ropes and clobbers Baggs with a clothesline. He climbs to the top rope and as Baggs gets up he nails him with a missile dropkick! He picks Baggs up and nails him with a roundhouse punch that staggers him. Alex grabs a hold of the dazed Baggs and nails a
belly to
belly suplex. Meantime Richards walks around to the announcers table
and
grabs hold of a steel chair, he sets it beside the ring then walks
around to
the opposite side of the ring, Layne stomps on Baggs a few times and
then
Richards jumps up on the ring apron, the ref runs over to Richards and
begins to yell at him to get off, Layne slides outside the ring to
where the
steel chair is and picks it up. He slides back into the ring where
Baggs is
waiting for him.
Doc: Hey look Brad, your boy is deciding to use a
steel
chair in this match!
Brad: Damnit! Alex is a good kid, I know it. Why
does he
revert to using a steel chair?
Alex runs forward and swings the steel chair at
Baggs,
Baggs sidesteps and goes for a dropkick but Alex also sidesteps and as
Baggs
tries to get back up from the dropkick Alex lays him out with the steel
chair, then tosses it outside of the ring. Richards notices this and
hops
off the ramp as Alex picks up the now bleeding Baggs. Layne walks him
over
to the turnbuckle and puts Baggs up on it. Layne tries to climb up but
Baggs
has gained a little bit of energy and punches Alex, Alex steps down the
turnbuckle and takes a few steps back, then runs forward with a hook
punch
to Baggs groin, causing him to holler out in more pain than he's
already in.
Layne smirks and sets Baggs up for the SLS, and nails it off of the
turnbuckle!
Doc: Damnit! I don't want that pretty boy Layne to
win!
But what he's done seems to be pointing in that direction!
Brad: He's out to eliminate Damage Inc. and anyone else who aligns with Dirge at all costs!
Richards jumps off the apron and the ref turns around to see Layne covering. The ref counts 1...2...3!
Doc: This is the biggest ripoff of a match I've ever seen!! Someone call my lawyer!!!
Brad: Umm Doc, you can't sue RAWF ...it's in your contract.
Doc: I was going to call on behalf of Baggs! He had this match won before Layne started cheating!
ARSENAL X: How do you like it Baggs? Do be blindsided
so unexpectedly, there is plenty where that came from!
As Baggs falls to the ground, X drives the bat into
the abdomen of Baggs. Hideki runs into the scene and
motions him to finish the job. Arsenal X gives Hideki
the thumbs up and he picks up the lifeless Baggs. As
Hideki carries him off, Arsenal X looks at the soda
machine and presses a button. A bottle of Pepsi comes
out. X opens the bottle and takes a swig of the soda
before throwing it away. He then runs to catch up with
Hideki.
The crowd lets off a decent pop.
Levitan: Introducing first ...the champion!!!
Over the loud speakers, the Megadeth song "Take No Prisoners" plays...
Winners by Pinfall: MAGNUM AND DEE!
The scene cuts to a happy Jerek Magnum
and Shawn Dee after their win against The Radical
Hit Squad. As they approach the Damage Incorporated
locker room, they are blindsided by Arsenal X and
Hideki, who are carrying chairs. After one whack from
the chair to the head, the two members of Damage
Incorporated crumple into a heap. X and Hideki follow
it up with a couple of kicks to their unconscious
bodies. After a while, Arsenal X taps Hideki on the
shoulder and notions with his head to get the bodies
out of here. So the two men pick up the knocked out
Jerek Magnum and Shawn Dee out of sight. Right when X
and Hideki get out of the screen, Dirge opens the
locker room door and looks around, thinking he heard
something. After finding nothing, he simply shakes his
head and closes the door.
RYNE BLOOD VS. DEADMAN K VS. AEDIN RILEY
Levitan: The following contest is a Triple Crown Qualifying Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.....
Winner by Pinfall: AEDIN RILEY!
As "Faint" plays and The Warchild celebrates advancing in the tournament by climbing to the top rope and doing a perfect backflip for the fans, Ryne Blood picks himself up off the floor and screams "Bloody" murder. He stalks up the ramp and rips down the curtains, then disappears. The show goes to commercial.
The camera pans around the audience and zooms in on Kris "Shadow" Wayne
as he enters into the fan section. He is changed out of his wrestling
attire and into a pair of black jeans, a black polo shirt with a purple
embroidered RAWF logo over the pocket, and a black baseball cap with a
similar purple RAWF logo. He pauses in the entryway to the fan
section, then spots the kid he saw earlier as he was coming down the
ramp for his match. He makes his way over to the brown-haired child
(who looks to be about 8 or 9) and his father and inquires about the
poster. The father breaks out into a large grin and the boy starts
jumping up and down. Kris brandishes a purple Sharpie and adds "and
Rolls, too!" to the sign which says "The 'Sound Guy' Rocks!" and signs
his name on the bottom of the poster. He shakes hands with the boy and
his father, tips his hat to them, and then vanishes back into the
depths of the arena.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...
Brad: Thank God for Jango Cross! Who knows what else would have happened to the VP if he hadn't come out!
CROC VS. BLACKOUT
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Television Championship!
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit broadcast to the arena, and Croc walks out to his usual greeting by the fans. Not caring that they don't care, the Aussie Icon looks ready to fight.
Levitan: Introducing the challenger ...weighing 248 pounds....from Sydney, Australia ...this is CROC!
Croc gets to the ring with little fanfare. Sliding under the bottom rope, the Aussie stands at the ropes, waiting like a coiled cobra, ready to strike. Barely able to contain himself, he considers running up the ramp to meet Blackout, but that would solve nothing. The booing and profanity laced tirades seem to be somewhere distant, and he pays no attention. Focusing, he is as ready as he has ever been for a match.
Doc: Croc looks like he just caught Blackout in bed with his wife.
Brad: What a coincidence, I just caught Blackout in bed with your wife!
Doc: That would be funnier if I HAD a wife...I divorced that monstrocity years ago, and if Blackout wants her, he can have her!
Brad: At least you've moved on...and speaking of moving on, lets get back to talking about wrestling...
Levitan: And his opponent...
The fans continue to boo like hell. "Toxic" by Crazytown blasts over the sound system in Reunion Arena and the Television champ comes out in all his glory!
Levitan: From Whittier, California ....weighing 235 pounds ....he is the RAWF TELEVISON CHAMPION ...HE IS BLACKOUT!!!
Amid multi-colored lights, pyro, and scenes from his matches on the Radi-tron, Blackout pats his belt as if to say, "I don't need you fans, I got this right here!" Noticing Croc and his bad mood, Blackout gets serious, takes off his belt, and sprints to the ring.
Brad: What is he doing? He isn't trying to be cautious about this title defense...
Doc: It's not about being cautious, its about fighting like a man and defending the belt!
Brad: Thanks for clearing that up for me...
Sliding into the squared circle, Blackout stands up and faces the Aussie. Croc and Blackout then immediately pour it on...both men punch each other like there was no tomorrow. At roughly the same size, weight, and strength, the brawl is fairly even. Croc starts chopping, and Blackout chops back. Both men's chests turn bright red. Blackout tries a clothesline, which Croc ducks. After hitting the champion with a few quick jabs, the challenger hits Blackout with a clothesline, knocking him down. Blackout springs right back up, thumbs him in the eye, then finally connects with his clothesline. Croc swings up, low-blows him, headbutts him back, gets to his feet, then nails a swinging neckbreaker. Rolling out of the ring, Blackout shakes his head, saying, "It's no big deal, man, I got a lotta' mo" Acting like he is about to hit a fan in the front row, Blackout gets admonished by the referee, and slides back into the ring. Croc pounces and stomps him like his life depended on it. Blackout absorbs the blows and rolls out of the ring. "Is that all you got, coward? Let me back in the ring, I'LL show you how to dish out the pain." Croc responds by hurling himself over the top rope, and onto Blackout. In what can be best described as an over the top rope Thesz Press, Croc starts laying more punches into Blackout! The ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8---Croc rolls back in and then back out. Picking Blackout up, he clotheslines Blackout down, then jumps on the apron, leaps off, and hits an elbow drop. Picking Blackout up at the count of six, he heaves the champ in the ring, and follows him in before the count of ten. Grabbing the Television champ, Croc starts to apply a snaop suplex, but Blackout wraps a leg aroung Croc's, effectively blocking it. Croc gives him a few shots in the breadbasket, and tries it again, but Blackout blocks it one more time. Croc starts to punch the champ some more, the champ himself starts swinging first. Putting a few shots into the Aussie's stomach, Blackout cinches him up, and hits a vertical suplex. Croc gets right back up, and the two start swinging again...
Doc: These guys are tearing each other apart, I LOVE this!
Brad: There isn't much NOT to like about these two professionals going at it! A fan's dream come true. Both are hated by the crowd, they want to see both men get beat up, and that's what they are giving to them! Both men will put it all on the line for that coveted belt!
Doc: These two guys add prestige to the Title, you'll never see these guys lose to---never mind, lets get back to the action.
Both men's faces start to swell from the pummelling. Blackout, getting frustrated because he hadn't gotten an advantage yet going toe-to-toe, knees Croc in the stomach, cracks him in the back of the head,gives him a knee lift to straighten him up, then applies an overhead belly to belly suplex. Looking at the crowd, he gloats and preens, and when he turns around, he sees Croc staring right at him. Surprised, Blackout doesn't react in time when the Aussie grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. On the bounce back, Croc demonstrates the correct form for hitting a savage spinebuster. Croc gets up, puts his arms out as if to say, "Come on fans, applaud geatness." He turns around and sees Blackout staring right at him. Blackout whips him into the ropes, and delivers a spinning heel kick. Not waiting for him to pop back up, Blackout grabs the challenger and hits a German suplex. Climbing the rope fast, he waits as Croc gets to his feet and delivers a high cross body from the top rope. The ref makes a count...1-2-kickout. Blackout grabs Croc again, picks him up, and hits a standing dropkick. Whipping Croc into the ropes again, he hits another dropkick as the Aussie rebounds. Making a throat-slashing gesture, Blackout climbs the top rope again, and waits for the challenger to get back up again, this time for a missile dropkick. The Aussie Icon gets to his feet, and as Blackout comes zeroing in on him with the dropkick, Croc superkicks him out of the air, then collapses.
Brad: Totally amazing! He hit a CrocKick on an opponent who was in mid-air! If he hadn't collapsed, Croc would've gotten the pin, easily!
Doc: You're right! You notice that at the beginning of the match, both guys were so geeked up on adrenaline, that they would pop up from anything that was thrown at them. Well, the adrenaline has wore off, they are feeling the fatigue of battle, and both guys are not "popping up," anymore.
Croc crawls over to Blackout's position, and makes the cover...1-2-foot on the ropes! Hooking the leg so that it isn't on the ropes anymore, he covers him again...1-2-kickout! Picking Blackout up, he tries for a snap suplex again, and nails it. The champs body bounces off the mat with incredible force. Grabbing ahold of one of Blackout's legs, Croc swivels around and slaps on a figure four. Blackout, with sheer will, reverses it and puts the pressure on Croc's legs. The challenger lets go of his hold, and gives the champ a little distance. Closing back in, the Aussie Icon locks-up and whips the champ into the ropes. Blackout leapfrogs the challenger, who then flops to the ground and monkeyflips the champ when he returns. As both men stand, Croc reaches around Blackout's torso and locks his hands. Croc lifts the champ up so that he is facing downward and horizontal to the mat. The Aussie then falls down, dropping Blackout face first on the canvas. Rolling him over, he makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Croc then gets up, waits for Blackout to get to a vertical base, and as he does, he manuevers around behind the champ. Slapping on a full nelson, Croc picks him up, then falls forward, slamming the champ face first to the canvas again...Rolling him over, Croc stands up, puts a boot on Blackout's chest, and raises his arms in victory...1-2-kickout! Mad, Croc starts stomping the Television champion. Picking him up, Croc decides to go for a German suplex. Blackout flips up and over, landing on his feet. Grabbing Croc around the waist, he hits four consecutive German suplexes on Croc. Seeing blood drip on the mat, Blackout touches his hand to his nose, and discovers that the blood is coming from him. Enraged, Blackout acts as if he slumps in the corner from exhaustion. When the ref checks on Croc, Blackout starts untying the top turnbuckle and takes it off. Discarding it discreetly, Blackout moves over to where Croc is laying, gets him to his feet, and then tries to apply a turnbuckle smash to the exposed area that no longer has a turnbuckle! Croc puts his leg out and blocks the devilish plot. Grabbing Blackout by the head, Croc smashes Blackout into the exposed area, bloodying the champ even more and sending him crashing to the mat. Croc makes the cover...1-2-kickout!
Brad: What intestinal fortitude by both men! I don't agree with some of the tactics used, but whoever survives this battle will certainly be a worthy champion!
Doc: Their tactics are fine. When it comes down to championship gold, you look to see who will do and sacrifice anything to get it. So far, both men look like they will do what it takes to walk away the champion!
Croc gets to his feet, and drops an elbow on Blackout. Rising again, he runs the ropes, leaps up in the air, and tries to drop another elbow, but misses, as Blackout rolls out of the ring. Croc goes out after him, and the Aussie gives chase outside of the ring. Blackout keeps ahead of him until they get to the dreaded Spanish announcer's table. Croc grabs him and posts him, then props him on the table. Going to the top rope, Croc gets set to splash Blackout on the table when he notices Blackout "peeking" up at him. Balancing himself, Croc acts like he is going to jump, then stops short of actually launching himself. Blackout takes the bait and rolls off the table, expecting the Aussie to come crashing down. Croc, after seeing his opponent roll off the table, hops off the turnbuckle, and from the apron, hits a missile dropkick once the champ realizes what is going on. Trying to post Blackout again, the champ draws some strength from an unknown reserve and reverses it, posting Croc instead. Both men collapse at the count of eight, but the ref doesn't want to see it end in a double count-out, so he stops counting on the pretext of wanting to check on the guys to see if they need medical attention. As the ref gets outside, he notices that both men are now bloody. Croc stirs first, since Blackout didn't have full strength on that posting. The official lets it be known to Croc that he should get Blackout and the action back in the ring. Throwing Blackout inside, he climbs the ropes, jumps and hits a sunset flip from the top. Not expecting to have to count that soon, the ref is a little out of position, he gets there anyway, and makes a count...1-2-kickout! Croc starts pushing the ref around and beefing with him about starting to count at the right time. Blackout recovers and rolls him up from behind...1-2-kickout!
Brad: Now we are getting several near falls...this thing could end any time! Hold on, they are both back to their feet, slugging it out AGAIN! What is keeping those two up?
Doc: Its called gold! The almighty dollar. Whoever wins gets a nice payday! Ooh, Blackout with a flapjack on Croc. Do you think he should call it his Blackjack?
Brad: That's not bad, hey, Croc just reversed an Irish-whip and is now...waitam inute! A spinebuster...he makes a cover...1-2-NO! Not yet!
Croc gets Blackout to his feet, and he punches him for good measure. Blackout retaliates by grabbing him and hitting a jawbreaker. Going to teh top, Blackout comes down with a double ax-handle. Figuring he was ripe for the beating, Blackout makes another throat slashing gesture and gets to the top one more time. Trying for his signature neck breaker from the top, Croc moves out of the way, and Blackout nearly breaks his own neck. Hurting, Blackout is picked up and whipped into the ropes. Blackout comes off with a high coss body, and Croc catches him. Squirming, Blackout causes the Aussie to lose his footing and he falls back, with Blackout on top of him. The ref starts the count...1-2-Croc gets a Wrestlecade flashback, thinks, "Not again, damnit!" and kicks out with authority. Standing up, Croc helps Blackout to his feet and hits a jumping DDT. Not going for the cover, Croc prepares for a CrocKick. Waiting patiently, he watches as Blackout gets to his feet...then shoots out with his "educated feet." Blackout ducks it, grabs Croc, and hits a "rock bottom." The ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Blackout gets to his feet, and bends down to pick up Croc, only to be put in a triangle choke. Blackout immediately grabs a rope, and the hold is broken. Yelling at the ref because Croc used a chokehold, Blackout distracts himself long enough to where the Aussie can sneak up and roll up his opponent...and pull some tights while he is at it. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!
Brad: He pulled the tights! He had extra leverage...Croc had to cheat to win! Doc: I have no problems with that! Like I said before...in a championship match, you do what you have to do to win, and that's exactly what Croc did!!!
And NEW RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPION
CROC!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....from South Boston, Virginia ....weighing 265 pounds.....BAGGS!!!
Show goes to commercial.
As we come back from commercial ..an exhausted Baggs is walking in a hallway after his
match. He stops by a soda machine and inserts a
dollar. As he decides to choose what drink he wants,
Arsenal X comes from the side and hits him in the back
with a baseball bat. Baggs cringes in pain as X
continues to swing the bat into the back of Baggs.
DIRGE VS. ARSENAL X
Levitan: The following contest is our main event of the evening ..and it is for THE RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!
Get it right, terminate them!"
On the Radi-tron appears a metallic shot with "DAMAGE INC." in huge letters. Dirge walks out of the curtain as green and red neon stage lights flash through the arena. He holds the RAWF World Heavyweight Title overhead and begins to walk down the aisle, Eric following closely behind him. As the music continues the two men get to the ring with Dirge walking up the stairs, stepping over the ropes and then mounting each turnbuckle to show the Title belt off. After he's done in each corner he walks to center ring, lifts the title overhead with both hands and shows it off to a loud chorus of boos.
Doc: The champ is looking good!! How can ANYONE think they have any chance against this monster?
Brad: This could be the night it all falls apart for Dirge! He's already got no allies except Drugonov right now ...and he doesn't even know it!!!
As Dirge awaits the arrival of his opponent, �Walk� by
Pantera comes out loud across Reunion Arena. He then
cracks his knuckles and nods at Erik, who is standing
at ringside. All of a sudden, the music is cut and
Arsenal X�s voice is on the PA system.
ARSENAL X: Greetings Dirge. Before we start our match,
I want to make some things clear. If you haven�t
figured it out yet, I took the initiative to eliminate
a few of your Damage Inc. members. I never believed in
the whole number game. I think every fight should be
one on one. Don�t need to worry about other people
coming into our match and ruining it. So I eliminated
the numbers so that it can be you and me in that ring.
Dirge begins to look around the ring, with Erik
searching everywhere... checking under the covers to
find the location of Arsenal X.
ARSENAL X: Don�t worry, you�ll see me soon enough.
However, I do want to show you that your precious DI
crewmembers are not harmed. Show the footage!
Immediately, Dirge and Erik focus on the Radi-Tron
and a shot of Hideki sitting on a forklift with a
baseball bat. The more important thing is that the
forklift is in front of a door. As the camera swings
around, you can see Baggs, Jerek Magnum, and Shawn Dee
are trying desperately to get out of the room. Dirge
starts pacing back and forth in the ring, while Erik
hits the canvas with his fist.
ARSENAL X: So how about this? Erik, I want you to go
and try and free your buddies. Want a clue? Try the
maintenance section of this arena. You�ll find them
there.
As Erik looks towards Dirge for approval, Dirge
quickly nods his head and points his arm to the back.
He shouts some commands to Erik, who simply nods and
runs off to the back.
ARSENAL X: Now, since the last person of Damage Inc.
is out, let�s commence this match.
�Walk� By Pantera begins to play again in Reunion
Arena and Dirge faces the ramp again. Instead, Arsenal
X jumps out from the crowd, over the barrier, and
slides into the ring. He quickly gives a spear towards
the right knee of Dirge, causing him to fall to his
knees. X then stands up and delivers a stiff
roundhouse kick to the head of Dirge, forcing Dirge to
fall down. X goes for the fast pin, but Dirge
automatically kicks out before the referee can count.
Brad: What a strategy! Arsenal X, with some help from his
manager Hideki, got rid of Damage Inc, since his
attempt to ban them officially was foiled by Kit.
Doc: Whoopee�I just hope Erik frees the rest of Damage
Inc so they can come down and kick the living snot out
of that punk.
Brad: Aren�t you in vicious mood?
Back to the ring, Arsenal X is pouring out more pain
to that right knee of Dirge as he slaps on a
submission hold that twists the kneecap at an
excruciating angle. Dirge grits his teeth and powers
his way to the ropes where the referee makes X break
the hold.
Brad: Wow, it seems the gameplan Arsenal X was talking
about is coming true. By totally focusing on that
knee, Dirge will be at a certain disadvantage as the
match continues.
Doc: DISADVANTAGE?? Dirge is NEVER at a disadvantage Brad! Especially against this manipulative goon!
Dirge manages to roll out of the ring and gingerly test out that knee. X bounces off the ropes on the farside of the ring, charges across, leaps ...and hits with a suicide plancha!! Both men hit the concrete hard though. X is just as slow to get up as Dirge. Both men get to their feet at the same time. X chops the champ across the chest. Dirge roars, grabs X by the throat and slams him back to the arena floor with a devastating chokeslam Dirge X to his feet, lifts him up and throws him on the announcers table! Brad and Doc scramble for cover. Dirge climbs up on the ring apron and leaps, landing on X!!! The table collapses in a rain of shards and splinters and both men hit the floor. Dirge slowly picks himself up, and pulls X to his feet. He clocks him with a right hand, then another. X stumbling back on his heels. Dirge takes X by the back of the head and rams it onto the ring apron. Still holding X by the head, he walks him down to the post and rams him into it with a loud clang. The champ lets X fall to the floor and rolls into the ring and breaks the ref's count. Then he rolls back out. He picks X off of the floor and prepares to piledrive him on the concrete! X, in a suprising feat of strength, reverses it and backdrops Dirge! X stumbles over and grabs a chair, Dirge slowly getting to his feet, holding his back and grimacing in pain. X nails him with the chair from behind right on the back. Dirge falls to his knees, X lifts the chair over his head and brings it down across Dirge's skull! The champ slumps to the floor. Meanwhile a new table and equipment are being set up for Brad and Doc. X drops the chair, picks Dirge up, rolls him back into the ring. He follows him in and stomps on his back a couple of times.
Brad: What a train wreck this match has turned into! Our table is kindling!
Doc: That was fun! I hope Dirge drives him through something else before it's all over!!
X pulls Dirge to his feet again, executes a spinning heel kick which staggers the champ. Arsenal propels off the ropes and hits with a lariat that takes Dirge down!!The crowd gives a "ooooh". Arsenal then goes to climb the top turnbuckle. He gets up there, then immediately leaps but Dirge gets a boot up and X's jaw collides with it. X bounces off the mat and lies still. Dirge gets up dazedly and drops an elbow to X's chest. He covers 1...2...kickout by X. Dirge picks X up, whips him off the ropes, and nails a spinebuster! Cover...1...2...kickout by X. Dirge picks him up again...delivers a DDT! Cover..ref counts..1...2...X barely gets a shoulder up. Dirge shakes his head, pulls X to his feet again. He bounces himself off the ropes and attempts a flying forearm smash, but X slumps down and Dirge flies over him and hits the mat face first. Both men stagger to their feet. They trade slow hard right hands until Dirge grabs X in a headlock...X pushes him off into the ropes, Dirge bounces back, X misses with a clothesline, Dirge rebounds and hits with a crushing spear! X hits the mat and Dirge pounces on him to cover...1...2...kickout by X!
Brad: Dirge really wants to end this quick!! He's trying for a pin every five seconds it seems!
Doc: Of course! He doesn't want to miss Letterman! Neither do I, so hurry up and pin this nobody Dirge!
Dirge quickly picks up X again, but X kicks him low and hits him with a right, but Dirge doesn't seem to be phased by it, grabbing X by the throat and chokeslamming him to the mat. Dirge picks X back up, whips him to the ropes, bounces himself off the opposite ropes and sends X reeling in the air two hundred seventy degrees with another devastating flying clothesline. He drops an elbow to X's back, then rolls him over and starts smacking him across the face. Then the champion pulls X to his feet, whips him into the corner, and charges...X gets out of the way, but just barely and Dirge rams his shoulder into the post between the top and middle turnbuckle. X takes a minute to catch his breath while Dirge pulls himself out of the turnbuckles. X starts hammering on the back of the staggered and bent over Dirge, he kicks up into Dirge's mid section then chops him across the chest. Dirge reels back a bit and X nails him with a forearm shot followed up with a karate chop that sends the champ into the ropes. Arsenal yells out some sort of ancient Szu battlecry and charges. Dirge leans down and backdrops X up and over. But the agile challenger lands on his feet on the ring apron behind the champ. Dirge turns around and X rams a shoulder right into his stomach. Dirge's saliva comes flying out of his maw to spray onto the crowd from the impact. X springboards over Dirge and tries a sunset flip. Dirge grabs the ropes, preventing the move from happening ....then reaches down and plants a fist right between X's eyes.
Doc: The Momentum Killer strikes again!! Come on champ, finish him!!!
Brad: Dirge now visibly worn down. He pulls X to his feet and OW! A anvil-like punch to X's jaw! Dirge now, grabbing X by the hair, picking him up ....here comes the Soul Auctionerr!!!!
But once X is high over Dirge's head, he squirms out of his grasp and lands behind him. Dirge spins around as X launches himself into the ropes and tries to deliver an incredible hurricanrana! Unfortunately, Dirge was ready for it and turns it into a powerbomb that rattles the ring. Dirge covers. 1...2...kickout by X ...by a hairwidth!!! Dirge looks a bit shocked at this and glares at the referee. The ref sticks two fingers at him and Dirge just growls. He gets up and waits for X to slowly climb to his feet. He charges, intentions of a vertabreaker on his mind. At the last possible second, X dodges out of the way and misses. X uses a rush of adrenaline to savate kick Dirge to the cranium. Dirge takes the blow ...wavers ...then falls forward to the canvas like an oak tree. X also collapses to the mat, but gets to his hands and knees, exhausted. X pulls himself up and launches off the ropes ...connecting with a legdrop. He covers. 1...2...Dirge powers out. Meanwhile, Alex Layne and Wesley Richards have come out from the curtain and are watching the match. Alex has his arms folded while Richards is watching behind them for any trouble.
Doc: Awww, for crying out loud! What are those two bozos doing out here?
Brad: Ummm ...watching a great match???
Doc: Did they buy a damn ticket????
In the ring, X pulls the champ to his feet and pummels him with quick chops and strikes, staggering the big man. X turns him around, grabs him around the waist, and with a tremendous effort ....gives him a german suplex!!! The crowd is stunned into awe. Dirge shudders on the mat as X gets up and climbs slowly to the top rope. He waits for Dirge to pick himself up, then leaps! Dirge ....on pure instinct ...grabs the referee and pulls him in front of him. The ref takes the brunt of the missile dropkick and all three fall to the mat. The ref lies stunned while the two competitors eventually get up and start slugging it out back and forth. Dirge gets the upperhand with a forearm to the mouth. He slugs X again then lifts him up on his shoulders and delivers an Oblivion Calling!!!! Dirge stands up and looks at the two prone bodies in the ring lying at his feet and smiles, then happens to glance up at the ramp and see Layne. Not turning his back on X, he bellows a few choice insults that do nothing but make Layne laugh at him.
Brad: Dirge better worry about his opponent in the ring and not Layne!!
Doc: He's got it covered Brad! Look, he's got his foot on X, he's not going anywhere. Dirge is in complete... HEY! Somebody just crawled out of the ring in front of us!!!
Brad: It's Eric Crane!!!! Was he under there that whole time???? Hey, he took the World Title Belt from the timekeeper!!!!
Pickle slides under the ropes behind Dirge, who has just started picking Arsenal up. He charges and nails Dirge in the back of the head with the belt. Dirge collapses and then Pickle rolls X over on the champ. The ref is still trying to recover. Pickle goes over and shakes him a bit, then rolls out of the ring and into the crowd, running up the aisle and out of the arena. Layne comes strolling down the ramp, a slight grin on his face. Richards just stays at the top of the ramp. The ref gets up and tries to clear his head. Layne rolls in ...and clobbers the ref from behind, knocking him back into La-la Land.
Brad: Huh???? Doc, did that just confuse you as it did me???
Doc: I...I.... Well, yes it did. Why would he do that? And why does he think HE has to get involved in Dirge's business AGAIN???? First Wrestlecade, now this!
Layne kneels down and slaps the mat three times. X, groggy and not completely coherent, stands up and raises his arms in the air!!! For a few seconds he celebrates his victory ...until Layne comes up behind him and applies the Laynemission!!!!!!
Doc: Okay ...he hates Dirge ...... but he's helping Dirge ...just like Pickle helped Arsenal ...and we thought Pickle hated Arsenal....got a scorecard Brad? I'm lost.
Arsenal fights as hard as he can, but eventually succombs to the hold and sags limply to the canvas. Layne lets him go, then rolls the unconscious World Champion onto X and leaves the ring. The ref, his wits just barely able to focus...rolls over and sees the two lying there ..and makes a very slow count. 1..........2..........3.
Brad: I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!! Alex Layne .....Pickle ...I...I....WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE?
Doc: Well ....Dirge just retained his belt..... and I guess that's the only thing that matters! Heheheheheheh. I'm not gonna try to analyze it, I'll just enjoy it.
Brad: For someone who just kept his belt, he sure is a sore winner!! I guess he realizes he DID get help ...just not from someone he WANTED it from!
Doc: The plot thickens!!!! ANYTHING is possible in RAWF!!!
Brad: We've got to go folks ....seeya next week!!!
As Chaos goes off the air, we get one more look at the angry visage of Dirge as seeths over the events of the last few minutes......
Layne stalks back up the ramp, a wry grin on his face as he and Richards disappear behind the curtain. In the ring, Dirge slowly gets up, rubbing the back of his head. He sees his belt on the mat and picks it up, then looks around. The ref shakes X, waking him up. As "Take No Prisoners" plays, Dirge stares at the replay of the sneak attack by Crane ...then the Laynemission on Arsenal and roars an angry oath/ The ref helps X to his feet ....but Dirge charges and levels X with the belt.