(From The Gund Arena In Cleveland, Ohio)
The show opens with an ariel view of Gund Arena and we can hear the crowd cheering in anticipation. Suddenly, the lights dim and on the Radi-tron in laser enchanced red appears the RAWF logo. The crowd screams again as spotlights flash and weave throughout the arena. The voice of Dan "The Man" Levitan booms over the noise of the fans...
Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen ... WELCOME TO THE RETURN OF MONDAY NIGHT CHAOS!!! AND THE RETURN OF RAWF!
The crowd erupts in response. The camera pans over the fans who mug and ham it up for the television audience. After a few seconds of this, the camera switches to Brad Baxter and Doc Dillinger sitting at the announcers table at ringside.
Baxter: We have indeed returned!! Welcome everyone to the NEW RAWF Monday Night Chaos! I'm Brad Baxter, along with my broadcast colleague Doc Dillinger and we are live here in Cleveland, Ohio bringing you this historic event!
Doc: Not unlike a few years ago with the NFL Cleveland Browns disappeared for two years and then came back to Cleveland! But unlike the Browns, you'll actually see some winning here!
Baxter: It took you exactly two seconds to insult someone, if thats a new record, then you are definitely still in top form after two years Doc.
Doc: I've always been in top form Brad! But I've been waiting for this night for two years and now that its here, I'm going to give the people what they want!!
Baxter: Well, I'll reserve comment on that for now. We've got one hell of a show for you folks tonight! We've got a match between two huge competitiors! The ever intimidating Dirge takes on "Bigshot" Bill Fury!
Doc: Two three hundred pound giants getting it on! But I've seen Dirge before. That man IS a monster! Bill Fury better have his A-Game today!
Baxter: "The Legend" John Patrick takes on Basic Killer! I'm VERY interested in seeing THAT matchup.
Doc: I like both athletes in this one, I don't know who to give the edge to. But I know JP is very calculating and intelligent, his strategy will be to wear the Killer down slowly and methodically. And Killer, he's just plain cold and vicious.
Baxter: Also on the program, we've got...
Suddenly, a haughty but mischievious laugh is heard over the sound system. Then "The Bitch Is Back" by Elton John begins playing and the Rad-Tron lights up with a big neon KIT.
Baxter: It appears we are going to be joined by the illustrious owner of RAWF, the resourceful and mysterious woman known only the one word name ... Kit.
Doc: You forgot lovely, generous, and brilliant in that description.
Baxter: Only one minute has gone by in the program ladies and gentlemen .. and Doc has already insulted, bragged, and sucked up to management. Save something for the rest of the show, willya partner?
Kit strolls out from behind the curtain, dressed in a purple jacket and slacks with a black silk blouse underneath. She pauses to survey the crowd with a wry grin, before casually strolling down to the ring. She climbs the stairs and walks along the outside of the ring, running her hand along the top rope, the grin never leaving her face. Finally, she climbs between the ropes and into the ring. She holds her hand out to Dan Levitan who hands her the microphone. The music stops and she addresses the audience.
KIT: Yes folks, just like the song states .... The Bitch IS BACK!
The crowd emits a mixture of boos and cheers.
KIT: Two years ago, I had to close down ... my dream. I had to close down a very promising enterprise. I had to close down what was shaping up to be the best damn wrestling organization in the world ..... all because I lacked for sponsers and investors.
Kit pauses and curls her lip up in a disdainful manner.
KIT: All because nobody believed a woman could build a wrestling organization from the bottom up .... unless she happened to inherit it from her dear old daddy. But to actually put one together from scratch? "Wrestling isn't for you honey, why don't you open a boutique or something?" they would say. Or many other little comments like that. Well, things are going to be different this time. This time I HAVE those investors. One investor I want to thank right now as a matter of fact ... I won't mention his name, but I know he's watching. He knows who he is. And this time I have sponsers as well. And not only do I have more sponsers and investors ... I have better talent this time! I have some of the biggest names in wrestling! And to top all of that off, I have some of the best damn ideas you'll ever see in this business!! So, without any further ado ... I'd like to welcome everyone to...
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Baxter: Uh oh, it sounds like Kit is getting company!!!
The fans instantly recognize the beginning to Kid Rock's "Cocky" and rise to their feet shouting in anticipation. As the song continues on the Radi-tron shows "THE LEGEND" in bold letters along with clips of him wrestling in other feds. Out from the curtain strolls John Patrick, decked out in jeans and a black t-shirt that says "Legendary". He pauses at the top of the ramp, appearing to be a bit suprised at the crowds somewhat positve reaction. After a few seconds he stares toward the ring at Kit. She in turn raises an eyebrow in response. He walks down the ramp and over to the announcers table and grabs another microphone, then climbs into the ring. He pauses after the music stops and looks around at the fans, who still seem to respond in kind.
Doc: I love this start already!!!
Baxter: Let's see what's on Patrick's mind.
JP: Kit .... your little speech was inspiring. Really, it was. Very nice .... makes me want to go out and sell Avon or something.
Kit gives him a glare, but the crowd laughs. Patrick smiles, then continues.
JP: But I didn't come here to RAWF to hear inspirational speeches. I came here to headline your organization. Notice I said HEADLINE? When you called me up, you told me you had big plans and that I was going to be your main man. Your top guy. Your main eventer! And even though I was planning on retiring .... you convinced me not to, because you said the RAWF was an opportunity of a lifetime!
KIT: Get to the point John, I've got things to do and a business to run. Cut to the chase.
JP: The point sweetheart, is that when I look at the program, it doesn't read "Main Event: John Patrick vs. So and So" It reads "Main Event: Big Furry vs. Dingy!" Two lard asses that I certainly have NEVER heard of. So tell me WHY! That's what I want to know.... WHY am I not the main event?
Doc: Kind of full of himself isn't he?
Baxter: I wouldn't know. YOU are the expert on that subject.
KIT: First of all ..... if you ever call me sweetheart out here again, you're going to get a size eight stilletto shoved up your..
Doc: WHOA!
Baxter: HELLO!
John's eyes open extremely wide at that comment but Kit doesn't seem to notice.
KIT: Second of all .... I know what I told you. And yes, I said all of that and more. But the RAWF Commitee, which includes myself, Vice President Vice, and Commissioner Highway all feel that Dirge versus Bill Fury is a bigger match then you vs. Basic Killer. And if you can't handle that, well that's tough ... you work for me and the only thing you can do about it is quit! And if you do that .... well, you'll owe me quite a bit when I sue your ass for breach of contract.
Baxter: Patrick can't believe what he's hearing!
Doc: He's stunned! I've seen less smoke come out of a Marlboro factory than what's coming out JP's ears right now!!
KIT: But .... because I AM a fair and decent person. And because I DID say those things ... I'll give you the opportunity to be NEXT week's main event. All you have to do is win tonight .... and next week it will be John Patrick headlining Chaos. Are you happy now John?
JP: That's all fine and good. But let me make something perfectly clear. I have every intention of being the number one wrestler in RAWF. If I have to carry your company on my shoulders, that's what I'll do, because that's the kind of athlete I am! I didn't think I had to prove myself coming in, but apparently I misjudged .... but that's fine. I'll show you, like I've shown everyone else over the years. That I AM The Legend! And tonight .... next week .... and at Eruption ... I'm going to go to any length ... to prove it!
Baxter: ANY length? I wonder what he means by that?
Patrick throws the mic down and "Cocky" starts up again. He and Kit stare at each other for a few tense seconds before he leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp. Kit watches him go with another sly grin on her face.
Baxter: A very interesting start to the return of Monday Night Chaos! Our first match is coming up next!!!
High Roller vs. Danny Szakowski |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Las Vegas, Nevada.... weighing 245 pounds .... HIGH ROLLER!
"Emperor's Hymn from String Quartet in C: HADYN
Kodaly Quartet" plays as High Roller walks out laughing, with a sparkle in his eye. He has a pair of dice in his hands, which he blows on and throws into the crowd. Unfortunately for Roller, they get thrown right back. Laughing at his luck, he continues down toward ringside, confident that he will "double down" and win the pot, despite what the cat-calling crowd thinks of him...
Doc: That High Roller has it all...the money, the looks, the ring presence...
Baxter: And will you be asking him out soon?
Doc: What do you know? Baxter grows a set on the very first Chaos. It's my job to make the jokes, you just stick to calling the action.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Battle Creek Michigan .... weighing 225 pounds ... this is DANNY SZATKOWSKI!!
"Jump" by Van Halen blasts over the speaker system, and Danny races out to ringside, ignoring all well-wishers trying to shake his hand or pat him on the back...
Baxter: This youngster has an interesting pedigree---
Doc: He aint wastin' no time! Look!
Danny slides under the ropes, jumps up, and nails Roller with a spinning heel kick, sending the Gambler to the mat. Wasting no time, he runs the ropes, and quickly nails a leg drop, followed closely by a well placed elbow to the throat. High Roller does the only thing he can, which is to roll out of the ring and take a breather. As he collects his thoughts, The Teenage Sensation leaps over the ropes into a plancha moonsault, knocking the Roller down to the unforgiving concrete. Still full of energy, Danny climbs to the apron, waits until the cagey veteran gets to his feet, then plants a boot to his face courtesy of a well placed dropkick. Szatkowski has just enough time to roll back into the ring and stop the count.
Baxter: I may be guessing here, but I'm thinking the youngster is planning on striking quickly and keeping the High Roller off-balance.
Doc: Looks to me like he just wants to kick his--
Baxter: Whoa! Watch it, we are a family show...
Doc: Then why are we called RADICAL American Wrestling Federation? Give me a break...
The referee starts counting again, and the man from Las Vegas rolls in at the count of 9, and rolls back out. Danny follows him out and chases him halfway around the ring when Roller returns to the "squared circle." Danny continues to follow him and is met with a boot to the face as soon as he gets in. Roller picks up Szatkowski to apply a back-suplex when Danny flips over behind him, hits an atomic drop, then follows with his own back-suplex. Roller rolls out of the ring again.
Baxter: Did The High roller come to wrestle or run? He should stay in the ring.
Doc: I call that smarts. He underestimated the kid's speed, he goes outside, gets a breather, collects his thoughts, and at the same time plays a "psych-out" game. Brilliant.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9...High Roller gets back in the ring, and as Danny is set to pounce, The Man from Sin City again leaves the ring. Admonishing the wrestler, the ref again starts a count. Danny attempt to leap the ropes and hit another plancha moonsault, but the Roller was ready. Moving, Szakowski hits hard with a sickening thud. The Gambler immediately throws The Sensation back in the ring, gets in himself, and applies a perfect side-suplex. Grabbing Danny again, he nails the classic slingshot suplex, sending Danny crashing to the mat. Pantomiming the act of shooting dice, he continues his performance by making a slashing gesture across his throat.
Doc: Once he calmed down, the guy has put on a suplex clinic! He's going for the win, the veteran comes away with it.
Baxter: A little early for that statement, don't you think?
Picking up The Sensation, Roller hitches him up and connects with a fisherman suplex! 1-2- A powerful kick-out by the young wrestler! Burning mad, Szatkowski gets to his feet and clubs his opponent with a standing dropkick. Hitting the mat, High Roller attempts to get out of the ring again, but Danny cuts him off with a few stomps, grabs huis legs, and pulls him to the center of the ring, where he applies the figure four leglock. Shrieking, Roller grabs the ref's pant leg, causing him to trip and fall forward onto Danny, breaking the hold. Without missing a beat, Szatkowski leaps to the top turnbuckle, jumps, and hit the dastardly gambler with a missile dropkick, which in turn is followed with a well-executed Rolling Thunder. Making his own slashing gesture, the crowd erupts as The Teenage Sensation drags his helpless opponent into the corner for his signature split-legged moonsault The Breakdown! Flashbulbs are nearly blinding as he flips through the air and smacks down with ferocious impact on the High Roller. The ref makes the count 1-2-3!
Winner by pinfall: DANNY SZATKOWSKI |
Baxter: A most impressive display ! He has a real future here in the RAWF!
Doc: I think he pulled some tights on that one...
Baxter: Let's go back to the interview area where Frank Manning is with Matt "The Man" Korben!
The camera switches to Manning and Korben, who is all smiles.
Frank: Matt, tonight you return to the RAWF to make what some people are saying .. your LAST run in wrestling. Any truth to the rumors?
Korben: Wait a minute! This isn't a time for talking about things like that! I don't want to speculate on when I'm hanging up the boots! I want to talk about Bo Dacious and what I'm going to do to that English moron! The RAWF is back, and I'm back with it! I came out of retirement because the best damn fed in the world reopened and I wanted to be a part of it! And Bo Dacious is going to find out real quick what RAWF is all about. He's not going to see ....
From off camera on the other side of Frank comes Bo Dacious to stare at Korben for a second before he speaks.
Bo Dacious: Oh, I'm a bloody moron am I? You're going to show ME what the RAWF is all about? If I wasn't so bloody ready to kick your ass, I'd probably get a belly laugh out of that one.
Korben: Hey, first of all, NEVER interrupt MY interview you piece of crap! Second of all ... yeah, you heard me right. You have no idea what being a part of RAWF means ... and I do! And tonight I'm going to make you part of my legacy to myself ... and my fans!
Bo Dacious: Ohhhhh, you want to give yourself a legacy do you? Okay Mr. "Man", how about this for a legacy? Whomever loses the match between you and myself ... must LEAVE RAWF!
Frank: Wait a minute ... a loser leaves RAWF match on the VERY first night?? I don't think thats a good...
Korben: Shut up Frank, I think its an EXCELLENT idea! I get to kick this nobody out before he gets to sicken folks around here too much. Challenge accepted Bo, hope you didn't like your stay!
Korben turns and walks off camera. Frank looks at Bo, who gives him a cocky smile.
Bo Dacious: Bloody excellent indeed, wouldn't you say??
Before Frank can answer Bo laughs and turns away leaving Frank to shrug.
Frank: Back to you Brad..
Dominic Payne vs. Schultz |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Eagle Creek, Oregon.... weighing 488 pounds .... DOMINIC PAYNE!
"The Last of The Superstars" by Subsonic reverberates across the arena, and the fans do cheer, but mostly "ohh" and "ahh" at the spectacle of the 7'2" 488 lb Dominic Payne. Walking to the ring wearing his trademark black trunks, he easily steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Once there, the shy Giant raises his arm in a salute to the fans, but then focuses on the entrance, to await his opponent.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Lincoln Nebraska.... weighing 265 pounds ... this is SCHULTZ!!
"Mudshovel" by Staind replaces "The Last of The Superstars," and the arena takes a look the muscular specimen bounding down toward rinside. A mixed response amongst the crowd, as no one knows quite how to take the mysterious man known as Schultz.
Baxter: This Schultz has a definite size disadvantage, but he is as thick as a tree trunk. Definite power, there. I think Dominic should use his reach advantage to disable the powerhouse.
Doc: "Use his reach?" Oh, Come On! The guy is over seven feet tall, almost 500 pounds and you are acting like he is the underdog. I don't care if Schultz is built like a brick shithouse, that Payne looks menacing!
Baxter: Well, I can hear the complaints from parents already...anyway, the action has started, lets get to the match!
Schultz runs at Payne and clubs him in the chest with a clothesline. No effect. Schultz runs a different rope and clubs him again. No effect. Schultz runs the ropes for a third time, and is met with a big boot to the face, sending him straight down to the mat! Payne waits patiently for him to get up. Dominic smiles and hold up his hands to signal that he wants a test of strength. Schultz obliges and they both strain with all of their might, pitting muscle against muscle. Slowly but surely, Schultz sinks to his knees in disbelief. Starting to feel some serious pain, the desperate Schultz headbutts the "gentle giant" right in the groin area. The crowd gives a collective "ooohhh" and many male fans wince.
Doc: Well, that's using his head!
Baxter: Good to see you dust off the tired jokes for tonight, Doc. Care to come up with something new?
Doc: An oldie but goodie. Whatever the case, that "counter" was effective...
Baxter: I have to agree with you, that has to be the worst pain there is...
Dominic staggers back, with a look of intense pain, and disbelief that his opponent actually headbutted him in the testicles. Still reeling from the attack, Dominic has no other recourse but to absorb some more punishment. Schultz follows up with several thunderous punches. Backing the big man into the corner, he relentlessly kicks and punches until the referee forces him to get away from his opponent, who is leaning on the ropes. Semi-collapsing in the corner, Dominic tries to fight off the effects of the headbutt. Seeing him slumped in the corner, Schultz decides its time to demonstrate the power of his "spear." Charging, the thickly muscled youth plants his shoulder into Payne's abdomen. The air rushes out of the big man. Backpedaling, Schultz takes himself all the way back to the opposite turnbuckle and charges again. This time, he puts his whole body into it!
Doc: Vicious avalanche! He is giving the gargantuan Payne a run for his money.
Baxter: Schultz didn't come here to get embarrassed, he's putting up a fight!
Looking to the crowd, he raises his arms in satisfaction, knowing he had connected well with his maneuver. He turns around to finish off his opponent. Payne comes out of the corner, only to get a boot in the abdomen. Doubling over, Schultz positions him for the...
Doc: Powerbomb? Is he going to try a powerbomb? I don't think he can do it...he should try something else.
Baxter: For once, I'll agree with you, he should try something else. But if he can do it...
Dominic puts his hands on his knees, stands up, and backflips Schultz up and over. Deciding that he had had enough, he waits for his opponent to stand back up, and raises his hand in a tell-tale gesture.
Baxter: I think that Payne is going for his finisher, how quickly things can change here in the RAWF. First, it looked like Payne was going down for the count, but now it looks like Schultz is in deep trouble!!!
Doc: You got to say this for him, he had nerve trying that powerbomb.
Dominic administers the chokeslam known as The Pain, which efficiently disables Schultz. Dominic puts his boot on Schultz's chest...1-2
Baxter I don't believe it! Payne removed his boot and stopped the count!
Doc: If someone headbutted your jewels, you wouldn't let him off easy, either.
Dominic Payne then covers him again. The referee makes another count 1-2-3!
Baxter: How do you like that, its the old "five count," that King Kong Bundy made famous...
Doc: He added a little insult to injury to pay him back for that low blow. Maybe Schultz will pay him back for the five count in the future.
Baxter: I wouldn't be surprised if he did!
Winner by Pinfall: DOMINIC PAYNE |
Baxter: Let's go back to the locker room and hear from Jessica Beach, who is trying to speak with Dirge!
The scene comes on in the back of the arena; the room it is set in is a dressing room�pretty standard fare. Standing in it in an attractive skirt and blouse outfit is RAWF interviewer Jessica Bach. She has her microphone in her right hand and a somewhat confused look on her face. She looks down at her watch and lets out an aggravated breath then looks about the room before muttering to her self.
Jessica: Where is he? He should have been here ten minutes ago.
She looks down at her watch then looks back up with an aggravated look on her face. Suddenly a hand closes around her mouth and she�s pulled backwards off of her feet. Her eyes go wide as a quiet voice with a thick accent speaks to her.
Voice: Who are you and what do you want with friend Dirge ? You will not scream, yell or thrash about. You will answer the qvestion calmly and politely. Da ?
He slowly releases her mouth but not his grip on her, she shakes her head quickly in the affirmative and takes a deep breath before answering.
Jessica: I�m RAWF interviewer Jessica Bach and I�m here to interview Dirge.
The hand clasps back over her mouth as the person asking it turns to an unseen person and asks if it�s ok to let her go. The other person answers him and she�s carried over to and sat down in a chair then released. The mystery person sits down behind her and growls as if to warn her. Finally another person is heard moving across the room and comes to sit before her. As picture swings outward it shows Dirge sitting in front of the still nervous Jessica with a scowling Erik Drugonov sitting behind her with his arms folded across his chest. The picture swings to show Dirge sitting on a chair opposite her, only this one is a recliner instead of a steel folding chair. He has the footrest out and the seat leaned backwards, his arms folded behind his head and his trademark obnoxious smirk in on his face.
Dirge: I�d say you found me sweet cheeks. Don�t mind Erik, he�s just very protective of me. You should be glad that my girlfriend isn�t here; he�d have probably tied you up before letting you go. You were lucky.
Jessica looks back over her shoulder fearfully at Erik, who responds with an evil smirk and a menacing growl. Jessica looks back to Dirge.
Jessica: Well Dirge...where should I begin ? How do you feel about RAWF and the return show ?
Dirge looks at her and snorts derisively, the _expression and sound expressing his feelings before any words are spoken.
Dirge: So this is the great RAWF that I heard so much about huh ? So far I�m not overly impressed. They were gone for a couple years and they return only to kick off it�s first show in a couple of years in what city ? Cleveland. There�s nothing quite like killing off all the drama of a grand reopening by sticking it in the middle of the ghetto. I mean really�of all the places they could have held their inaugural show they chose one of the biggest dumps in the continental United States. This entire city should be condemned by the Federal Government, cordoned off and bulldozed. We could replace it with a gigantic strip mall and make it something useful instead of just being one gigantic eyesore.
Dirge pauses for a seconds and looks at Erik, who grins at him with a short laugh. Jessica looks at him uncomfortably before asking her next question.
Jessica: So you came here just to get an easy chance just to insult all of our fans in Cleveland ? I must say that I can�t see the sense in this.
Dirge rolls his eyes at her then picks up a glass and takes a drink from it before placing it back down on the small table that sits to his right. When he answers his voice is filled with sarcasm and dripping with mockery.
Dirge: No, I didn�t just come out here to insult Cleveland, although it�s so easy and so much fun. Cleveland by its very existence is insulting enough. Anyway, before I digress much further and end up stooping to the level of one of you slack jawed, inbred morons why don�t I move on ? After all, I can always come back to trashing those idiots later. Right now I have a different set of idiots to trash.
Jessica looks at him with a confused expression and gestures for him to continue. Dirge shakes his head in irritation and does so.
Dirge: Do I have to spell everything out for you? Jesus, you�re even lower on the IQ chart than most blondes. I think it safe to assume that were I standing before all of those idiot fans out there that I�d be surrounded by a sea of blank looking faces. Of course if all of them were to have their faces erased or otherwise removed it would be a blessing to mankind because most of them are hideously ugly. The population of this city looks like someone shaved the ass of a Great Dane and went around walking it backwards. Speaking of asses, that�s exactly what I�m surrounded by on the roster of this company.
Jessica: Would you care to explain that statement ?
Dirge: (Shaking his head in disgust.) Well Sherlock, I came to RAWF as a personal favor to two friends of mine, fully expecting to face a roster of the most elite wrestlers in the business. Other than Matt Korben I don�t see a single name that I know here. He would be one of the LAST people I'd consider a threat.
Jessica: Well, besides him, who else are your sights set ?
Dirge: I�m not just here to trash Korben. That by itself is extremely easy and therefore not a whole lot of fun, especially when I have so much to work with here. No, overall I�d have to say that this entire company has been turned into one gigantic joke before the opening bell has even sounded. Other than myself there isn�t a single credible talent on this roster. Just look at whom I have to face in my first match� �Big Shot� Bill Fury.
The disgust in his voice is so obvious that he almost spits the name out. As he says it Erik lets out some type of impolite epitaph in Russian. Dirge grins at the sound of it.
Dirge: My Russian friend gets right to the point, as usual. My question is still this�where did they dig this clown up ? I�ve never heard of this guy anywhere. Did they find him screwing sheep somewhere in the Highlands and after wrenching their guts out at the sight of it decide that maybe they could use this guy for something ? If that manager of his were any more of a slug he�d leave a slime trail behind him when he walks and chances are he�d make big Bill clean it up. The fact that I have to waste my time with this guy is a total sham; I should be facing whoever the top of the talent pool is. That is of course after me, we know I�m at the top of the pile so there can�t be anyone better. Not a �Big Shot�, no self proclaimed �Legends�, nobody.
Jessica looks at Dirge as if he�d just slapped her but regains her composure and resumes her questioning.
Jessica: So you�re saying that you don�t consider anyone on this roster adequate competition for you ? Not even a legend like John Patrick ?
Dirge looks at her and laughs loudly with Erik�s deep Russian chuckle joining him. After a few moments of them doing so Dirge finally stops and answers her.
Dirge: Listen legs, I don�t know how much clearer I could possibly state this. When I said that nobody measures up to me I meant nobody. Period. John Patrick is just another overrated chump who�s bought into his own PR just a little bit too much for his own good. Not even that over sized tub of s*it Dominic Payne measures up to me. I�m the top of the pile here in RAWF and at the Pay Per View I�ll prove it by winning the World Title. It�s that simple. Now� do you have any more lame questions to ask me or can I get ready for my match ?
Jessica looks at him again, an angry _expression on her face. Dirge just flashes an obnoxious grin at her and waits for her response. She manages to compose herself after a few seconds, takes a drink from the glass that�s next to her and straightens her skirt. Dirge admires her legs then looks back up at her.
Dirge: Nice stalks toots, now get to that last question ASAP�.. No� on second thought� just get her out of here Erik.
Erik picks her up and carries her over his shoulder to the door. At the last second he pulls it open and dumps her outside onto the floor then slams the door in her face, prompting the interview to fade to black.
Doc: Hey, somethings going on out in the crowd over there.
Coming out of one of the entrances in the bleachers, we see Big Kahuna, dressed in a loud Hawaiian shirt and shorts, with his manager Carl Sabre at his side. Kahuna is carrying a box of popcorn, which he is munching and looking over the crowd. Sabre points toward the ring and the two make their way down to a pair of ringside seats ... all the way, the fans boo and jeer them. Kahuna starts tossing popcorn at some of the fans before sitting down and putting his feet up on the bannister.
Baxter: Big Kahuna, just in from Hawaii apparently, wants to get a bird's eye view of some of the competition he will be facing.
Doc: Yeah, he didnt quite get here in time to compete tonight, so he's going to sit back, relax and do a little scouting. I think that's pretty smart!
Baxter: Loser Leaves RAWF is next!! Don't go away!
Loser Leaves RAWF
Matt Korben vs. Bo Dacious |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... the loser must LEAVE RAWF! Introducing first ... from Manchester, England ... weighing 222 pounds .... this is BO DACIOUS!
"The World's Greatest" is playing as Bo Dacious hits the ramp, strutting and talking to himself. The fans boo him and he stops to insult a particular fan holding a "Korben is THE Man" sign. When he finally gets into the ring, he showboats by pointing to himself and flexing.
Levitan: And his opponent ...
"Sandstorm" by Darude blasts over the sound system and the fans give off a loud ovation. On the Radi-Tron "The Man" flashes in bold letters. Fireworks go off around the rampway as Matt Korben steps out from the curtain and greets the crowd by raising his arms. He runs down to the ring, then jumps up on the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle to pose for the fans. Finally, he climbs down into the ring and walks up to Bo Dacious and gets in his face. The bell rings.
Doc: What kind of idiot puts his career on the line in his very first match with the organization?? If Korben loses, he has no one to blame but himself!
Baxter: Nobody may have ever accused Matt Korben of being Einstein, but he's got a trememdous amount of confidence and a tremendous amount of heart!
The two men bicker back and forth for a few minutes before Bo breaks the monotony by shoving Korben hard. Korben stumbles back a bit, but does not fall, then steps up and returns the shove. Bo DOES go down right on his tailbone. He howls in pain, then rolls over to the corner to get away from the advancing Korben. The referee gets in between and nudges Korben away from the corner. After pouting for a few seconds, Bo gets up and the referee gets out of the way. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Korben overpowers Bo and shoves him off the ropes, Bo ducks a clothesline attempt on the first rebound but gets nailed by a Korben superkick on the second. Korben picks up Bo and hits him with a couple of right hands to the jaw, then a gut punch to the solarplexes. Bo doubles over and Korben grabs his head and delivers a devastating headbutt. Bo collapses to the mat face first. Korben quick grabs Bo's left ankle and attempts to put on the Krippler, but Bo manages to scramble away and get to the ropes before it can be fully applied. The referee makes Korben let go and Bo scrambles back over to the corner to catch his breath.
Baxter: He almost had him there! Bo Dacious was a few short seconds away from being gone from RAWF!
Doc: Puhleeeeeease! Bo Dacious is no dummy. He knew Korben would go for the quick win and he was ready for it. He saw it coming miles away!Very smart on the part of Bo Dacious!
Bo gets to his feet and Korben charges him. But Bo meets him with a knee to the stomach that stops Korben in his tracks. Bo grabs him by the back of the neck and rams his head into the turnbuckle. Korben stumbles back, Bo grabs him and bodyslams him. As quick as a cat Bo, climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes a five star frog splash! He hits it and goes for the cover. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Korben. Bo quickly to his feet, he grabs Korben's legs and drags him to the center of the ring, where he puts on a figure four leglock. Korben winces in extreme pain as Bo yells for him to give it up. Referee asks him, but he shakes his head no vigorously. Afer a minute or two of this, Korben raises his left arm and tries to turn it over and reverse it. Bo struggles to maintain the hold, but Korben does manage to turn it over. Bo reaches over and just mamges to grab the ropes, the referee calls for the break. Korben gets up unsteadily and Bo takes advantage by nailing him with a dropkick that sends him to the mat. Bo picks him up and punches him twice, the second of which causes Korben to spin around so that his back is to Bo. Bo grabs him from behind and executes a german suplex. Bo manages to keep ahold of Korben, pick him up and give him a second german suplex. He lets go, and tries a cover. Ref counts 1...2...Korben kicks out. Bo gets up and yells at the official, slapping his hands together in a imaginary three count.
Doc: We are seconds away from Matt Korben being gone forever!!! I can feel it!
Bo picks Korben up and whips him into the corner hard. He then walks over and lifts Korben up onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him and tries to execute a superplex, but Korben blocks the first attempt. He blocks a second attempt, and on the third he manages to shove Bo off! Bo falls and lands hard on his back on the mat. Korben steadys himself on the top turnbuckle and launches an elbow drop that hits its mark! Korben gets up and gets the crowd into it by shaking off the cobwebs and and yelling. He picks Bo up and punches him several times. Bo staggers back and Korben clotheslines him. He picks him up again and executes a powerbomb! He then looks to the crowd, who respond in kind and he quickly rolls Bo over and grabs his ankle and twists it!
Baxter: He's got it! Krippler has been applied, this one could be over! It's right in the center of the ring!!
Doc: No, no, no! This can't be happening!! How stupid is Bo Dacious for challenging Korben like this??? Come on Bo, hang in there!!!
Bo cries out in pain and tries to crawl away, but Korben drags him back. Suddenly, from their ringside seats, the Big Kahuna and Carl Sabre climb over the bannister. Carl goes to one side of the ring and climbs up on the ring apron to grab the referee's attention. Kahuna sneaks over to the other side. The referee goes over to warn Sabre away, Kahuna slides under the ropes and comes up behind Korben and levels him with a forearm shot. Korben releases the hold and staggers forward.
Baxter: WHAT THE HELL! What does Big Kahuna have to do with this?? What does HE have against Korben??
Doc: Ha ha! I love it! Kahuna wanted to make an immediate impact, even though he wasn't going to compete tonight! This is a great way to do it!!!
Kahuna grabs Korben and executes his patented Rainbow Slam! Then he quickly exits the ring. Sabre jumps down and the ref returns to the match just in time to see Bo Dacious get up and deliver a lionsault to Korben and cover him.
Baxter: NO, it can't end this way!!!!
Referee counts 1... 2... 3!
Doc: YES! HA HA HA! Matt Korben is gone from RAWF! Good riddance!
Winner by pinfall: BO DACIOUS |
Baxter: I can't believe it! What a travesty! It's one thing to have to leave because you got beat fair and square, but this is an injustice!!
Kahuna and Sabre climb into the ring to congratulate Bo, they raise his hands in victory. Meanwhile, behind them Korben is getting up and is visibly incensed. He nails Kahuna from behind with knee. Kahuna falls to the mat. Carl Sabre scurries out of the ring as Korben attacks Bo Dacious with several fists to the jaw. He doubles him over and sets him up for the Korbenator! He delivers it and Bo's head bounces of the mat and he lies still. Kahuna gets up and throws a punch, but Korben ducks and doubles him over with a low blow, then sets HIM up for the Korbenator and delivers it.
Doc: Somebody call the police!! Korben is no longer a RAWF wrestler!! This is assault and battery!!!
Baxter: No, it's a small measure of payback. Maybe even his way of saying it's not over!!
Doc: It IS over! He's got to leave! Get the hell out of here!! Aloha means goodbye!!
As Bo Dacious and Big Kahuna lie unconscious on the mat Korben gives the crowd a sad but proud smile and raises his arms to a huge ovation. Then slowly he climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp, he looks back and smiles one last time before disappearing behind the curtain.
Baxter: A sad moment here on Monday Night Chaos, but we have much much more coming up!! Stay tuned!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Gary, Indiana .... weighing 285 pounds .... TRASH BARLOW!
"Disease" by Matchbox 20 plays as Trash saunters to the ring. The crowd boos and hold their noses as the stench of garbage and trash reeks out over the arena.
Doc: Phew! Somebody open a window in here or something! That's the nastiest smell I've ever caught a whiff of.
Baxter: They say Trash Barlow lives in dumpsters and vacations in junkyards and city dumps Doc. Bet the rent is cheap.
Doc: And you can tell he doesn't pay for water. Smells like he hasn't had a shower since they invented indoor plumbing.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Smashville Tennesee .... weighing 325 pounds ... this is DANTE!!
"Feel The Burn" by The Infernos blasts over the sound system and the crowd roars with approval as Dante steps out from behind the curtain. He raises a fist in the air before slowly walking down to ringside. He pauses for a second just before the ring and glares at Barlow, who stares back, beckoning him in with rude gestures. Suddenly Dante runs and slides into the ring. Barlow is there to meet him with a couple of stomps to his back. The bell rings as Dante struggles to his feet despite the blows Barlow is givng him. Barlow grabs him, whips him into the ropes and attempts a backdrop, but Dante stops and gives him a foot to the jaw. Barlow staggers back, barely maintaining his feet, but is leveled by a clothesline. Dante whips himself into the ropes as Barlow slowly gets back to his feet and delivers a second clothesline. The move is repeated a third time, only it results in Barlow staggering back into and over the top rope and onto the concrete floor.
Baxter: Dante with the early upperhand in this one. Barlow tried for a fast start, but it seems to have backfired. It only made the big man from Tennesee mad.
Doc: I wish he wouldn't throw him around quite so much .... it's spreading that smell all over the place. How about a nice stationary headlock Dante? Remind me never to visit Gary, Indiana ... I have a feeling that once you've smelled it, there's nothing left to know.
Baxter: Dante now, going outside to dish out some more punishment to Trash.
By the time Dante has climbed out of the ring, Barlow has pulled himself up on the ring barrier. Dante nails him with a couple of punches before taking him and throwing him into the steel stairs. Barlow's body hits the stairs headfirst and he flips over them and lands hard on the other side. Dante stays on him, pulling him to his feet, and throwing him back into the ring. He climbs in and delivers a legdrop, then goes for the cover. Referee counts 1 ... 2... kickout by Barlow. Dante gives the referee a glare, but gets up and pulls Barlow to his feet, only to give him a belly-to-belly suplex. Another cover yields yet another two count and kickout. Barlow rolls over to the ropes and lays underneath them. Dante gets up and moves toward him, but at the last second Barlow reaches up and grabs him by the front of his pants and yanks him through the middle ropes and out onto the concrete.
Doc: Good move by Trash, he had to do that to buy himself sometime and regroup. He's got to slow Dante's momentum now, or it will be all over very quickly.
Barlow slowly rolls out of the ring and walks over to the announcers area and grabs a steel chair. Dante is just getting to his feet when Trash comes at him full run with the chair and nails him across the back with it. You can hear the WHACK and see the chair bend on impact. Dante crumples to the floor, reaching around with one hand to clutch his back where the chair hit. Barlow tosses the ruined seat aside and pulls Dante to his feet. He rolls him back into the ring and follows. He pulls Dante up again and whips him hard into the corner turnbuckle. He walks over and grabs Dante's head and starts biting.
Doc: Oh god, he thinks Dante is some leftover he found in that dumpster in the alley. Oh well, a guy has got to eat I guess.
Baxter: I can't imagine what that breath must smell like. It's a wonder Dante doesn't pass out just from all the retched odors eminating from Trash.
Referee attempts to break up the bite. Barlow stops, spits, and gives the referee a toothy grin, before going back to gnawing on Dante. The referee forcefully pushes Trash away from the corner and bellows a warning. Trash nods, then kicks Dante in the groin. Dante's legs wobble a bit, but he does not fall,still leaning against the turnbuckle. Barlow whips him to the opposite corner, then holds up a bare arm and grins again. He then sticks his armpit in Dante's face and rubbs vigorously.
Baxter: Disgusting!!! How much of this can one man withstand??
Doc: I'm fine with it actually. But thanks for being so worried about me.
Baxter: I'm talking about Dante!!
The crowd boos loudly as Trash laughs and let's up on the pit stop. Dante stumbles out of the corner, his hand to his mouth and appears to be gagging. He bends over like he's about to vomit, but Barlow grabs him from behind and nails him with a bulldog. He covers Dante and the ref counts 1 ... 2 ... kickout by Dante. Trash gets up and stomps Dante a couple of times, then climbs the second turnbuckle and delivers a fist drop! He covers Dante again .. 1 ... 2 .... another kickout. Trash slaps the mat and yells at the official who only sticks two fingers up to reaffirm the two count. Trash rolls outside and looks to be digging underneath the ring. Dante is still down.
Baxter: What's Barlow up to? What's he looking for?
Doc: Maybe he lost one of his pet rats? Hell if I know.
Barlow pulls out a trash can lid from under the ring! He slides it under the ropes and rolls in after it. Dante is just now getting to one knee. Barlow grabs the lid and starts to lift it to hit Dante, but the ref gets in his way. He tries again, but the ref gets in his way a second time.. warning him that he will be disqualified. Barlow pushes the ref aside and tries to bring the lid to bear on Dante, who gets his foot up and kicks the lid to Trash's face! The lid goes flying as Trash hits the mat hard. Dante whips himself off the ropes and delivers a crushing flying elbow drop. He gets up and the crowd erupts when he gives the signal for The Burn by tilting his head side to side as if cracking it. He picks up Trash and executes The Burn! Trash's head and shoulders impact the canvas with a loud CRACK! Dante covers, referee counts 1 ... 2 ... 3!
Dante gets his hand raised and a great pop from the crowd. He kicks Barlow out of the ring, then climbs the second turnbuckle and thrusts an arm in the air.
Baxter: Great victory for the man from Smashville!!
Doc: Can someone get me a can of Lysol please ..... wait, make that a thousand cans.
Baxter: We have just been given the list of what will be in the eight suitcases at Eruption. This is going to shape up to be very interesting indeed. Take a look at this!
A graphic appears on the screen:
Contents of SuitcasesWorld Title Match #1
World Title Match #2
Number One Contender (World Title Match at Unleashed)
United States Championship
Ironman Championship
World Tag Team Championship #1
World Tag Team Championship #2
World Television Championship
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Doc: So the recipients of the two World Title suitcases fight for the World Title after the big free-for-all match?
Baxter: That's right Doc, which means we will have two matches at Eruption, not just one. But what I find REALLY interesting is that the World Tag Team Champions could be ANY two people. It could be two friends, two foes ... ANY combination of two RAWF superstars. And since we have no ESTABLISHED tag teams here as yet in RAWF, the whole Tag Team Championship picture will start off VERY exciting.
Doc: And the suitcase for Number One Contender, that person gets a shot at the World Title in Feburary at Unleashed. This is going to be one hell of a first pay-per-view!
Brad: Our next match promises to be one hell of a match as well. "The Legend" John Patrick takes on Basic Killer!!
John Patrick vs. Basic Killer |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Wichita, Kansas.... weighing 252 pounds .... JOHN PATRICK!
"Cocky" by Kid Rock plays and the crowd erupts, obviously enjoying Patrick's confident manner when he confronted KIT previously in the evening. With a swagger befitting his theme song, he makes his way to the ring.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Oakland, California.... weighing 245 pounds ... this is BASIC KILLER!!
"Stick" by The Dunes blasts over the system, and the crowd mostly boos. Not that they have anything personal against Basic Killer, Patrick's activities gave him some unexpected popularity, which left only one person to root against...Uneffected, the Killa' makes his way down to the ring in a very businesslike manner.
Doc: Let's see if Patrick really is "main event" material...I think Basic Killer, along with KIT, will have something to say about it.
Baxter: John is a tremendous competitor, just like Killer...who wouldn't want to be in the main event? Can you blame him for wanting to be in the main event? If you were a wrestler, Doc, would you say, "Please put me in the dark match?"
Doc: You and I will end up in a dark match if you keep it up...
The Legend and the Killer lock up. Killer irish-whips Patrick into the ropes, and clobbers him with a spinning heel kick upon his return. Picking him up, the Killer bodyslams JP back to the mat. Bending over to grab the Legend by Design again, Basic Killer is grabbed by both sides of his face, and JP drops down, sending Killer's jaw right into the top of Patrick's head. Falling backward, he rolls around grabbing his jaw in substantial pain. John takes a moment to clear the cobwebs, and stands poised to strike when Killer gets up. Getting to his feet, the Basic Killer is knocked right back down again courtesy of a lariat. Trying to stay in the match, he gets right back up to face his opponent, only to be knocked down again via Russian Leg Sweep. Patrick runs the ropes and snaps a neckbreaker as soon as BK sits up.
Baxter: This is getting ugly...John Patrick isn't taking or giving any "quarter" in this match. He badly wants to showcase his skills in the main event next week.
Doc: I think he's doing a good job showcasing them right now! Textbook wrestling! Taking him apart one part at a time.
The assault continues with a knee being dropped on Killer's head, and Patrick cinching in a deep armbar. Screaming, the pain is enough to "wake" BK out of his fog, and get him to start toward the ropes. Grabbing the ropes, the ref forces JP to break the hold, and BK spills out of the ring for a breather. When he climbs back in, Patrick immediately locks back up with him, whips him into the ropes, and delivers a high knee, reacquianting BK with the mat. Picking him up again, Patrick whips him into the ropes to deliver another high knee, only this time Killer jumps over him and applies a sunset flip, putting JP in a pinning predicament. The ref counts 1-
Doc: Strong kick-out. The sunset flip only works on a weakened foe, Patrick's still fresh as a daisy out there.
Baxter: You can't blame a guy for trying, though!
Basic Killer stands up and delivers another spinning heel kick to JP, sending Patrick crashing to the mat. Grabbing him and pulling him to his feet, Killer sends a few fists into JP's face, warranting a warning from the ref. Killer picks him up and props him onto the top turnbuckle. Mounting the second rope, Killer cinches him up for a superplex. Patrick body arcs through the air before settling down with a crash. Killer rolls over on top of him and makes the cover...
Baxter: I don't believe it, Patrick is beaten, Killer nailed the superplex!
The ref makes the count...1-2-
Doc: No! Patrick kicked out...didn't you tell ME something earlier about calling the finish of a match before its actually finished?
Baxter: Sorry...I got excited, there...
Patrick kicks out in the nick of time, grabs ahold of Killer's leg and applies an ankle lock. Being in the middle of the ring, he cannot get to the ropes, so he does the next best thing, flip over and kick JP in the head with his other foot. Undaunted, JP breaks the hold, but not his grip on Basic Killer's leg. The counter left BK open for another hold, which Patrick applies expertly...
Baxter: The Legend Lock! John Patrick, The Legend by Design, has gotten Basic Killer tangled in the Legend Lock. I can safely say, this is OVER!
Doc: You're right, Killer is caught in the middle of the ring, no way to break this...
Basic Killer, in pain, still has enough intelligence to figure that he wont get to the ropes, so he figures he'll tap out to save his body..."Lose today so he can compete tomorrow." With his eye on Eruption, Killer quickly taps out...The referee calls for the bell!
Baxter: It's official, John Patrick will be in the main event next week right here on Chaos.
Doc: What I want to know is who will be the other guy in the main event?
Winner by Submission: JOHN PATRICK |
Backstage, in Kit's office, a spirited discussion is taking place...
KIT: Tonight is missing something...do you "men" know what that is??
Vice: An owner who is "hands-off" and delegates responsibility to experienced professionals?
KIT: How very clever...you are lucky I'm in a good mood or I would have had security dispose of you for that comment. Highway, my little toad, do you know what this show is missing?
Highway: So far everything is going okay... you've planned this evening perfectly. I don't think it's missing anything.
KIT: Of course you wouldn't know what we are missing, my dear. You are just a man. What we are missing is a stunt. Something to get their attention, and I believe I have just the thing to get the fans talking.
Vice groans softly and thinks, "Dear God, what now?"
Vice: What...uhhh...stunt...did you have in mind?
KIT: We need something to explain that ridiculous division you created...the "Ironman" title. I can't believe you talked me into that. Your little homage to all of the different styles of matches in the past has the fans confused. Since most wrestling fans are visual learners, we must show them what we mean. I will not have my return ruined by some "half-baked" idea from a "wrestling guy." So, the next match will be an Ironman match.
Highway: I told you we should have just gone with a Hardcore division, or maybe resurrect the old Canadian title.
Vice: Shut-up Tom, I don't need this right now, we've been through this. Kit, everyone understands the concept, we don't need to show them what an Ironman match is all about. They get it. Besides, we don't---
KIT: It's all settled. Anyway, I'm having the wheel delivered to ringside even as we speak. Now boys, play nice while I take care of business.
Kit abruptly leaves leaving Vice and Highway with wondering about a few things.
Highway: John, do we even have half the stuff we need to pull off some of the specialty matches on the wheel?
Vice: sarcastically "So far everything is going okay... you've planned this evening perfectly. I don't think it's missing anything." What an ass-kisser. Would you help out just a little more, please. No, we don't have hardly anything for the specialty matches. There wasn't supposed to be any Ironman matches until we had an Ironman CHAMPION. We have no cell, no cage, nothing to make fire for an inferno match. I guess we can use our belts if a strap match comes up...this has disaster written all over it. Kit may get the fans talking, just not in the way she hoped.
Highway: First, there is nothing wrong with trying to keep the boss happy. You should stop trying to antagonize her, things would go more smoothly. Everyone knows you are doing a good job, just let her think she is doing a good job, too. What harm would it do? Do you think we might get lucky and have the wheel land on a "2 out of 3 falls match?" It doesn't take anything special for that.
Vice: We can only pray. Lets just watch the monitor...I don't have the heart to watch this from ringside.
Highway and Vice watch the screen, waiting for the next match to begin.
Ironman Rules Match
Josh Swanson vs. Maxx Capital |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Minneapolis, Minnesota .... weighing 248 pounds .... The Innovator, JOSH SWANSON!
Headstrong by Trapt roars to life and the fans give Swanson the business fom the moment he becomes visible from the backstage area. Largely ignoring the crowd and the loud, sometimes creative verbal assault aimed at him, he struts to ringside brimming with confidence.
Doc: Here comes the Innovator, he has quite the reputation as being a technical specialist. There is nothing he can't do in the ring!
Baxter: Both Swanson and Capital come with impressive reputations, both are high flyers, and this should be a tremendous scientific match-up.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Santa Cruz, California .... weighing 243 pounds .... MAXX CAPITAL!
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous fires up and the fans immediately change gears, bursting with applause for Maxx Capital as he makes his way to ringside. He slaps a few hands, winks at a few of the ladies, and climbs into the ring.
Doc: Your "Dream match" is about to begin, two technicians practicing the sweet science.
Baxter: We have some huge men in the RAWF, that showcase great strength. I'm just glad we have guys that can showcase classic wrestling skills.
Suddenly, a now familiar haughty but mischievious laugh is heard over the sound system. Then "The Bitch Is Back" by Elton John begins playing and the Rad-Tron lights up once again with a big neon KIT. Kit is followed by a couple of technicians carrying a large wheel. The wheel is divided up into many "slices" with a different type of match printed on each section. The Ironman Wheel is set-up while everyone, including Swanson and Capital look on with puzzled looks on their faces. Backstage, Highway and Vice have nauseous looks on their faces.
KIT: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Ironman Wheel, which will be one of the great trademarks of The Radical American Wrestling Federation. Whoever will be crowned the Ironman champion will have the challenge of defending his title in a different specialty match every single defense. The destiny of Ironman combatants will be in the hands of Fate. And tonight, these two gentlemen will put their well-being in the hands of Fate!
Simultaneously, Swanson and Capital think, "What?"
Baxter: What?
Doc: We are going to spin the Wheel right here, right now. I love it!
KIT: Now, the RAWF presents entertainment like no other, the RAWF presents the first spin of the Ironman Wheel!
Kit spins the wheel with devious delight. Round and round it goes, past the Diamond Miner's glove match, past the Blindfold match, on and on, until it appears to slow considerably as it gets to Scaffold Match. Vice cringes and starts thinking about updating his resume, Highway starts thinking that Vice will quit in embarrassment, and he will get a promotion. Finally, the Wheel stops one click past the Scaffold Match and finally settles on...
Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen .... This match will be contested under First Blood rules. The first person to bleed will lose the match.
Vice and Highway (especially Vice) sigh in relief. Kit struts back, obviously pleased with herself, and the bell rings to start the match.
Doc: First Blood match? Hehehe...so much for your "scientific battle."
Baxter: Don't remind me...but if anybody can salvage this, these two competitors can. I think that the hours spent training in Greco-Roman arts will take over and that it will be a scientific contest.
Doc: Don't bet on it...someone has to bleed, and you can't do that with a step-over toe hold, arm-wringer, or chicken-wing. Someone has got to get nasty to win it!
Swanson wastes no time, clubbing Capital with a few shots to the temple. He Irish-whips him into the turnbuckle, mounts the second rope and starts punching the California native in the forehead in an attempt to bust him open...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9...Swanson jumps off the second rope right before the count of ten and sure disqualification. After the count is broken, he jumps right back on and continues the assault...1-2-3-4---Maxx interrupts the Innovator by grabbing him and nailing a perfect reverse atomic drop. Capital continues by clotheslining him to the mat, followed by a big elbow. He runs the ropes springs off of the second rope, and nails his opponent with a "lionsault." Taking a page from Swanson's book, Maxx follows up with a knee to the forehead. Rising to his feet, he goes for another one, only to feel an explosion of pain as he drives his knee not onto his opponent, but the mat. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Josh applies a step-over toe hold to apply more pressure to the injured knee.
Baxter: No scientfics? I told you these guys would rely on their skills.
Doc: One hold doesn't mean anything, and did you see how Swanson started the match?
The Innovator continues the pressure on the knee, wrenching it some more. Deciding to go for the jugular, Swanson turns him over into a sharpshooter, applying more pressure, hoping that Capital passes out from the pain, giving him the opportunity to bust him open at his leisure. Capital screams in agony, but sucks up his will power and powers toward the ropes. When he is a scant inch away, Josh pulls him back toward the middle of the ring. Starting over, and in intense suffering, Maxx claws his way over to the ropes again, this time grabbing the bottom rope through extreme concentration. The referee forces him to break the hold, momentarily forgetting that disqualifications cannot decide First Blood matches. While Capital writhes in pain, Swanson picks him up, slams him into the corner, and starts working on the forehead with a few more shots. With evil glee, he watches as his opponents face turns varying shades of red. The crowd boos lustily, but Swanson soaks it in.
Doc: Punches to the forehead...very scientific. That's the foundation for the whole Greco-Roman school of wrestling, isn't it?
Baxter: Will you stop? I guess his competitive nature, his will to win, has overridden his need to show scientific superiority.
Doc: Easy for you to say...
Swanson Irish-whips him into the opposing turnbuckle, sending him with a ferociousness. Deciding that he liked the thud of the impact, he returns Capital to the original turnbuckle, only this time, he collides with the referee, knocking him out.
Doc: Things ought to get really interesting now...
Josh sees the ref collapse, which leads him to exit the ring in search of a chair. Returning to the squared circle with bad intentions, the Innovator repeatedly smashes the chair over Maxx's head, busting him open. Blood trickles down in rivulets, and the fans go wild, wanting a piece of Josh Swanson. One fan jumps the rail, and promptly gets escorted out to the nearest police station. However the sight of his own blood infuriates Capital. Adrenaline pumping, he kicks Swanson in the gut on the next attempted chair shot. Grabbing the weapon away from him, he wears out the rest of what useful the chair had left on Josh's head. Wearing the crimson mask, the Innovator drops to the mat, barely conscious. Capital leaps to the top rope, nearly staggering and falling over due to the beating he has received.
Baxter: He's going for it! He's going for the Max Power! No one delivers a frog splash quite like this one.
Maxx sails through the air and performs his version of the frog splash with efficiency. Still bleeding, he rolls out of the ring to find another chair, as he still burns with rage. A fan at ringside takes off his shirt whips it to him. Capital cleans his forehead off as best as he can, then notices that the ref is getting to his feet. Sliding under the bottom rope, he also sees Josh staggering to his feet. Wanting to finish the match, Maxx stomps the mat a few times and, in front of the referee, administers the...
Baxter: The Capital Kick! It's over! It's over!
Doc: Calm down, you thinking about becoming that kid's manager or something?
Baxter: I'm just excited that the match has come dowm to an athletic manuever...
When Maxx connected with the superkick, he nailed his opponent right in the busted area on the forehead, sending blood flying...the referee immediately calls for the bell...
Meanwhile, back at Kit's office...
KIT: See boys, we got our stunt, and we got a hell of a match.
Vice: What we got is lucky...
Without saying another word, Vice leaves the office.
KIT: What's gotten into him?
Highway: Don't worry about him, you are doing a great job, and I think he resents it. He wanted you to fall flat so he could say, "I told you so." But you didn't. Just let him think he's doing a good job, and everything will be alright.
KIT: Oh, Tom, I do need to make an important call, I'll need some privacy. Go make sure everything else goes smoothly, and cheer up Vice.
Highway exits the office.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Whittier, California .... weighing 235 pounds .... BLACKOUT!
The arena goes pitch black for a few seconds and the crowd murmurs it's concern. But then "Toxic" by Crazytown plays and on the Radi-Tron in white flashing letters appears Blackout's logo. A single spotlight then appears in the ring and we see Blackout standing there, arms spread wide. he is wearing a black tanktop with black windbreaker pants and black Allen Iverson shoes. The crowd cheers as he dances a bit for them.
Doc: Who does this guy think he is? Turning off all the power just to get a few girls to scream his name? I hope he gets his arrogant smile smacked right of his chin!
Baxter: Blackout has a very impressive resume. A great collegiate and amateur background, and he has had quite a bit of success in the professional ranks as well. A very solid addition to the RAWF.
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Regions Unknown .... weighing 237 pounds ... this is OMEGA!!
"Castlevania Symphony Of The Night" by Requiem for the Gods plays over the arena and the lights dim, not quite as dark as before, but enough to create an eerie atmosphere. From the curtain emrges Omega, dressed in a black trenchcoat with white crosses on each sleeve, black pants and a black shirt with a white cross in the middle on the shirt. He doesn't even look at the crowd, but just gets in the ring and removes his trenchcoat and glares at Blackout. The bell rings and the new men circle each other. After a couple of circles, the two lock up and struggle against each other for a minute beforw Blackout turns it into a side headlock. He gets a good grip and grinds on it a second before Omega pushes him off into the ropes. Blackout rebounds and hits Omega with a shoulderblock that sends Omega to the mat. Blackout tosses himself off the ropes again as Omega gets up quickly and hits him with a second shoulderblock. Blackout tries it a third time, only to be met with a kick to the groin and hard punch to the jaw that staggers him back. Omega advances quickly, pushing Blackout into the turnbuckle and hitting him with several wicked backhands that send him to a sitting position. Omega takes a foot and plants it against Blackout's throat, holding the ropes on each side and choking Blackout. The referee counts but Omega ignores him until the ref practically prys Omega off. Omega backs off, but only for a second before he's driving a knee into Blackout's chest. Again, he doesn't relent until the referee pulls him off. Omega snarls and pulls Blackout to his feet and whips him into the ropes, clotheslining him on the return.
Baxter: You can tell Omega is a very sadistic athlete. And he's relentless in there. Very focused on his opponent.
Doc: He's intent on knocking the black out of Blackout. And Blackout hasn't shown us much to this point.
Omega stomps Blackout viciously a couple of times, then picks him up, positions him for a piledriver, and delivers it with a thud that can be heard throughout the arena. Omega goes for a cover, but Blackout mamages to kick out after a one count. Omega gets up and pulls Blackout to his feet and attempts another piledriver, but this time it's reversed and Blackout back bodydrops Omega to the mat. Blackout falls to his knees from the effort while Omega slowly gets up and comes back at him. Just as Omega is about to hit him, Blackout nails him with a low blow. Omega grabs himself and starts limping around as Blackout gets to his feet and nails him with a left hand smash, then another. Three more sucessive punches has Omega staggering woozily and Blackout knocks him down with a tremendous right haymaker.
Baxter: Blackout finally coming up with some offense, and the crowd is loving it! Blackout now has to keep the momentum going!
Doc: The man is using cheap shots and closed fists!
Blackout pulls Omega to his feet and starts to throw another punch, but Omega gouges him quickly across the eyes. He then hits with a couple of punches of his own, then nails him with an uppercut that sends him into the ropes. Omega chops Blackout across the chest, then pulss him to center ring and attempts a powerbomg, but at the apex of the lift, with Blackout sitting on Omega's shoulders, Blackout starts pounding on Omega's head, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. Both men hit the mat hard and just lie there for a few seconds. Suddenly, "Sympathy For The Devil" by The Rolling Stones plays over the sound system.
Doc: Who turned on the oldies station and why??
Baxter: That song isn't THAT old!
Doc: Who's talking about the song? I'm talking about the Stones!! Hard to believe those guys can still move despite the rigor mortis!!
Baxter: Look who it is Doc! Justin Fantastic at the top of the ramp getting a huge ovation!!
Doc: What the hell is he doing here? He's not signed with RAWF has he???
As both men in the ring struggle to get up, Justin makes his way down to the broadcast position. He is handed a headset and given a chair next to Doc.
Justin: Hey guys! I just came out here to announce that have just signed my contract and am back where I belong! The RAWF!
Doc: What, no press conference or ticker tape parade?
Baxter: Don't mind Doc, someone substituted his laxative with Folger's Crsytals. Welcome back Justin.
Both men get to their feet roghly the same time, but Blackout gets the upperhand with an atomic elbow to the top of Omega's head. Omega goes down to a knee and Blackout gives him another elbow. Then another. Then another. The crowd starts getting behind the Blackout and he looks to them before picking Omega up, stepping back, and delivering a spinning heel kick. Omega's body goes down hard and Blackout signals to the crowd and quick as a panther climbs the turnbuckle and waits patiently for Omega to get up.
Justin: I hear this is where Blackout thrives! Whens he's flying around, he's tough to beat! And what a great name ... Blackout.
Doc: Why did you change YOUR name by the way? You still act like a "kid" ... and what the hell is Just-In Fantastic supposed to mean?
Justin: It's my name you bozo.
Blackout times his leap perfectly and hits Omega with a flying bodypress! But he gets up instead of covering his man and puts his head in his hands, feigning sleep ... the signal for Nightime! The crowd is on their feet as Blackout sets Omega up for the reverse DDT, but Omega hits him with a low blow, then stands up and tosses Blackout over the top ropes and out onto the concrete. Omega rolls out after him, after collecting his wits for a second. Blackout manages to get to his feet and meet Omega with a fist to the jaw. Omega retaliates with with a right hook. The two fight, brawl and claw for several heartbeats as the referee counts to ten.
Baxter: Double countout!!! What a match!
Justin: I think Blackout was ahead on points.
Doc: Only an idiot like you would say something like that. Besides, I think Omega was ahead on points!
Baxter: Wait a minute, the action isnt over yet as the two don't seem to care about the bell ringing. They are still going at it at ringside here.
Omega grabs a chair and while the ref is trying to get between the two and is holding Blackout back, Omega sneaks past the ref and wallops Blackout with the chair. It hits him right across the face and he collapses to the floor. Omega tosses the chair into the ring and shoves the referee down hard and picks up Blackout. He tosses him into the ring and follows. Blackout seems to be unconscious. Omega grabs his leg and puts it through the chair, then goes to climb to the top turnbuckle.
Baxter: He's going to try to cripple Blackout!!! He really DOES want just to hurt people! This is insane! Where is security??
Justin: Excuse me fellas...
Doc: Where are you going?
Just as Omega is positioned and ready to leap, from the broadcast position Justin runs up and gets on the ring apron and pushes Omega down. He falls short of Blackout and hits the mat with a tremendous thud. Justin hops into the ring to check on Blackout. He sees Omega getting up and hits him with a dropkick that sends him over the top rope and out to the floor near the ramp. The crowd cheers as Justin takes a defensive stance, watching Omega get up and consider charging the ring. But all Omega does is point at Justin and give the throat slitting motion before turning and walking back up the ramp.
Doc: Where does he get off getting involved in Omega's business anyway??? He just bought himself more trouble than I think he can handle!
Baxter: As usual I disagree with you Doc. Our main event is coming up next ....stay tuned!!!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ...accompianied by his bodyguard, Eric Drugonov... from Las Vegas, Nevada.... weighing 390 pounds .... DIRGE!
"Stigmata" by Ministry plays as laser lights flash over the ring and rampway. Dirge comes out of the curtain and walks down the ramp without stopping or looking around. Drugonov follows closely behind, watching behind and into the crowd. Dirge is sporting a pair of black
shorts with silver trim and silver boots with black trim. He climbs into the ring and stares at the ramp, waiting for his opponent with intense eyes. The "Russian Destruction Machine stands at ringside near the timekeepers table, arms folded. The crowd boos, but Dirge ignores them.
Levitan: And his opponent ...accompianied by his manager Tony Mardock .... from Glascow, Scotland .... weighing 300 pounds ... this is BILL FURY!!
"Paradise City" by Guns And Roses plays as Marduck leads his streetfighter client to the ring. Fury, wearing a dirty vest with gray jeans, climbs into the ring and cracks his knuckles, then points at Dirge. Dirge gives him a half grin.
Brad: They look like two huge greek statues standing in that ring! These guys are monsters!
Doc: Dirge is the monster around here! Fury has got to prove he's more than that. Dirge's reputation in this sport is one of the best. Fury up until now has only been a street fighter.
The two massive humans walk up and stand face to face. They stand that way for a few tense moments before Dirge hauls off and whacks Fury with a right hand to the chest. Fury retaliates with his own righ to Dirge's chest. They trade blows back and forth several times before Dirge gets the upperhand with a series of chops and right crosses. Fury retreats a bit, but Dirge presses on, hitting him with a kick to the midsection that nearly topples the "Bigshot". Dirge then backs up, then gets a head of steam and charges Fury, nailing him with a shoulderblock that knocks the Scottsman into the corner hard. Dirge lifts a massive boot up to Fury's throat and grabs the ropes for leverage. The pressure applied makes Fury's face turn red as the ref warns Dirge. After a few seconds, Dirge releases the choke and pounds away with punches to Fury's head. The ref gets between Dirge and Fury, forcing Dirge reluctantly back. Fury stumbles out of the corner and Dirge advances, only to walk into a desperation chop by Fury. Dirge shakes it off and returns the chop, then grabs Fury and whips him to the opposite corner. Dirge charges in after him in a attempted splash, but Fury moves and Dirge crashes into the turnbuckle chest first.
Brad: A hell of a match thus far. Not many technical moves here though!
Doc: You aren't going to get started on THAT again are you? We've got two mammoths in the ring slugging it out and your going to start whining about technical moves?? You must have watched way too much collegiate wrestling the last two years.
Brad: Dirge appears a bit shaken for the first time in this contest. Fury needs to take advantage now, while he has this window of opportunity.
Fury charges Dirge, whose back is too him, still lingering in the corner and clubs him from behind with a massive forearm. Fury steps back and Dirge almost falls backwards but catches himself at the last minute. However Fury clotheslines him and Dirge finally hits the mat with a huge bang. Fury tries to capitalize and go for broke by bouncing off the ropes and trying a splash, but Dirge rolls out of the way and Fury hits nothing but canvas. Dirge crawls over to Fury on his hands and knees and covers him, hooking the leg. Referee counts 1...2... Fury gets a shoulder up. Dirge immediately grabs Fury around the neck and starts choking him. Referee warns Dirge and at the four count he lets go and starts pounding Fury in the face with quick punches. Dirge gets to his feet, then pulls Fury to his feet. Then Dirge grabs Fury by the neck and executes a thunderous chokeslam!!!
Doc: Dirge just lifted and chokeslammed three hundred pounds with one hand!!! My god, what power!!!
Brad: He covers him! One ... two ...Fury able to kickout, although I don't know how!!
Dirge looks mildly suprised that Fury kicked out. In response he drags Bill to his feet and tries it again, but this time Fury manages to land a punch to the midsection of Dirge and break the hold. Fury fires another right hand to Dirge's jaw, then another. Dirge staggers a little after taking them, but a third one gets him right between the eyes and he stumbles away to the corner. Fury charges him, but Dirge senses it and steps aside at the last second and Fury hits the turnbuckle shoulder first. As Dirge advances on Fury and starts working him over in the corner with chops and massive fists, a suprise visitor appears at the top of the ramp. John Patrick stands there watching the match, his arms folded.
Doc: Hey, what's JP doing out here? He's already in NEXT week's main event. Is he so high and mighty that he has to show up for this one?
Brad: Maybe he is just out here to watch a good match. Or maybe he heard Dirge's comments earlier and wants to size him up.Or maybe he's just out here "scouting" like Kahuna was earlier.
Doc: Yeah, well Kahuna PAID to do HIS scouting. Did JP shell out some clams to be out here? I don't think so.
Dirge whips Fury out of the corner to the opposite corner. Fury hits the turnbuckles hard and comes stumbling away from it. Dirge charges but Fury meets him with a foot to the face. Dirge goes down and Fury pounces on him with several rapid punches to the face. Meanwhile John Patrick starts walking down the ramp, a grin on his face. Fury picks Dirge up and throws him to the ropes. On the rebound Fury throws an elbow to Dirge's throat causing the big man from Vegas to clutch his windpipe and stagger away. Eric Drugonov, who didn't notice JP until now, walks around the ring toward where Patrick is watching at the bottom of the ramp. Fury grabs Dirge by the back of the head and rams it into a turnbuckle. He then pulls him along the ropes, scraping his face. Dirge clutches his eyes as Fury pounds on him again across the back. Drugonov gets to where Patrick is and says something to him, getting right in his face. Patrick holds up his hands and backs up the ramp, apparently leaving. Fury knocks Dirge to the mat with a clothesline, which distracts Drugonov for a split second. Patrick takes advantage and nails him from behind with knee to the back. Meanwhile, Dirge kicks out of Fury's pin attempt. Fury pulls Dirge to his feet but Dirge gouges him in the eyes, then grabs him for another chokeslam and once again executes it! He backs up and lets Fury get up, then nails him with a Spinebreaker from behind!! Patrick climbs up on the apron as Dirge starts to cover Fury, but gets up when he sees Patrick. Dirge beckons for him to get in the ring if he has the guts.
Brad: Holy cow! We may see Patrick vs. Dirge right here, right now. JP may not wait until next week to headline Chaos, he wants to do it NOW!
Doc: Hey, we've got more company coming ... look out!!
Sprinting down the ramp comes Basic Killer who grabs Patrick's ankles and pulls him down and starts pummeling him. Drugonov recovers and joins in. Meanwhile, in the ring Fury hits Dirge from behind with a low blow. He tries to press his advantage, but Dirge retaliates with a several right hands. The two continue to brawl, but from the ramp, wrestlers are pouring down to get involved in the fracas outside the ring.
Doc: What the ...? Now EVERYONE wants in on Dirge's action I guess!
Brad: The locker room has been emptied ... and now, uh oh, they've carried it into the ring.
Several of the wrestlers enter the ring and go at Dirge and Fury. Trash Barlow comes at Dirge, but he catches him and throws him out of the ring. Fury starts brawling with Blackout in another corner. Outside the ring Drugonov gets hammered by a Basic Killer superkick when JP moves out of the way. JP slides into the ring and looks to be searching for Dirge, who is surrounded by a mass of humanity. Dirge is throwing High Roller out of the ring ... then Schultz. He grabs Justin Fantastic and powerbombs him. The referee has already called for the bell a long time ago, but it finally rings.
Brad: This one has gotten out of hand, the referee is declaring a no-contest!!
Finally, we see clear space between Patirck and Dirge. Dirge is busy fighting with Fury again and doesn't see him coming, but just as Patrick is about to get there... he is hit from the top rope by a missile dropkick from Danny Szatkowski!!!!! Patrick collapses to the mat as security and police come down to break up the mass chaos.
Brad: My god, could this night have been crazier??? We have run out of time folks, if anything else happens we will show it to you next week ... oh my God!!
We see Dirge lifting Omega high over his head and throwing him onto the broadcast table. The table collapses as Chaos goes off the air....
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