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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Scunthorpe, England ....weighing 288 pounds....DEADMAN K!!!!
"Immortal" by Adema plays and DK comes stalking down the ramp cracking his knuckles. He climbs into the ring, his face expressionless, his demeanor ominous.
Brad: DK looks to be ready to end his losing streak Doc. Can he do it against the newcomer Daniels?
Doc: Christ I don't know!
Brad: Doc! Do you mind?
Doc: What? I was just saying I don't know this guy Christ Daniels well enough. Sheesh, get a clue Brad.
Levitan: And his opponent..
"One Step Closer" by Linkin Park plays. The fans give a decent pop.
Levitan: From Phoenix, Arizona ...weighing 255 pounds ...this is CHRIST DANIELS!!!
Wearing black leather pants and a leather Harley Davidson Jacket, Christ steps out from the curtain. He raises his arms in the air and white pyros go off on either side of him. He walks slowly down the ramp and climbs into the ring. DK glares at him and he smiles in reply.
Brad: This should be an interesting opening bout. Newcomer Christ Daniels taking on a tough RAWF Veteran in Deadman K.
Doc: And after the match Christ is going to share one loaf of bread with our entire crowd here in Hershey!
Brad: Are you going to do this the entire match, make fun of the guy's name?
Doc: I can't help it!!!
The bell rings and we are underway. DK and Daniels lock up collar and elbow. DK gets the leverage and pushes Daniels into the corner. Daniels raises his arms, hoping foe a clean break. DK lets go and backs off. Daniels looks at him warily but nods. They lock up again and DK knees Daniels in the abdomen. Daniels doubles over and DK gives him a forearm shot to the back. Daniels straightens up, and takes a few tentative steps away. DK grabs him by the back of the head and rams him face first into the turnbuckle. Christ shakes it off and suddenly grabs DK by the head and rams HIS face into the turnbuckle. He repeats the move nine more times and the crowd counts along. DK turns around and slumps into the corner. Daniels whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, then charges at him. DK gets a boot up and Daniels takes it in the face. Daniels stands there stunned for a second before DK levels him with a clothesline. DK picks him up and slugs him with a few stiif right hands, then lifts him up onto his shoulders and delivers a fall away slam. DK gets up and glares down upon Daniels ...then spits on him. Then quickly he leaps and hits a huge elbow drop. Daniels' body contorts in agony. DK picks him up and tosses Daniels to the ropes. DK tries for a big boot to the face, but Daniels ducks under it and continues on. DK spins around to face his oncoming foe, and Daniels hits him with a flying forearm. DK staggers back into the ropes. Daniels gets to his feet and charges, clotheslining the big man over the top rope. DK manages to land on his feet outside, but he goes down to one knee and leans against the ring. When DK stands up, Daniels reaches over the ropes and grabs the Deadman by the hair and pulls him up on the apron. He walks him over tot he corner and rams DK's head into the turnbuckle again. DK reels back, holding onto the ropes with both hands, trying not to fall off the apron. Daniels grabs him and vertical suplexes him back into the ring!
Brad: Impressive display of power from the newcomer! A nice comeback after a slow start.
Doc: Yeah, you might say he rose from the dead!
Brad: No, YOU might say it ...and I wish you wouldn't.
Daniels picks up DK and hits him with a few uppercuts, then spins him around and gives him an arm trap shoulder neckbreaker! Daniels gets a pop from the crowd as he stands up and smiles. He climbs to the second rope and hits with a fist drop. He covers. 1...2... DK kicks out with authority just after the two count. Both men get to their feet and trade punches. DK slugs Daniels with a forearm to the bridge of the nose. Daniels answers with a headbutt. DK grabs his head and stumbles away. Daniels hits the ropes and charges at DK....who catches him with a spinebuster. DK grabs Daniels'ankles and slingshots him into the top rope. Daniels' throat hits the cable and snaps back. Daniels collapses to the mat, clutching his neck. DK kicks him in the ribs, causing him to roll over. DK reaches down and puts Daniels in a full nelson, then leans back! Daniels face grimaces in pain. The ref asks him, but he refuses to submit. DK decides to let go of the hold and stomps on Daniels back, then drives his knee repeatedly into that area. Daniels tries to rolls away, but DK crushes him with a leg drop. DK tries a cover. 1...2...kickout by Daniels. DK picks Daniels up and tosses him into the corner. DK charges, but Daniels slumps to the side and gets out of the way. DK goes shoulder first into the post between the second and top ropes. DK backs up, grabbing his shoulder and Daniels uses a brief burst of energy to clothesline the Deadman to the mat.
Brad: Just when you think DK has got Daniels on the run, here he comes back for more!
Doc: You know....
Brad: Please Doc, not another religious wisecrack.
Doc: But...
Brad: Daniels now, trying to catch his second wind, gets up and waits for DK to rise. He's got him ...snap suplex and a beauty!!!
Daniels executes the suplex perfectly and to the "oooooh" of the impressed fans in attendance. He lies down and wraps his legs around DK's throat, a headscissor submission! DK's face turns red from the pressure. Slowly, DK rolls them both over and with an incredible display of strength, lifts Daniels off the mat!! Daniels hangs off DK's back, his legs still around the Deadman's neck, but held there by DK's hands. DK falls back and crushes Daniles underneath of him! The crowd lets out a huge moan as DK covers, hooking the leg. Ref counts 1...2...Daniels kicks out. DK picks Daniels up, whips him into the ropes, and grabs him in a bearhug on the return. Daniels arms are trapped and DK squeezes for all he's worth. With a huge effort, Daniels wrenches an arm free of DK's grasp and punches him in the face. DK redoubles his efforts and squeezes again. Daniels cries out and starts to fade. Slowly his arm sags and his head lolls forward until it appears he is unconscious. The crowd tries to get behind Daniels by stomping the floor rythmically. The ref steps in and raises Daniels' arm once ...it falls. He raises it again ...it falls again. The ref raises the arm a third time....and it starts to fall ...but stops and raises back up! Daniels begins to shake, letting the adrenaline course through him and he hits DK with a punch. DK still holds on ...but lets go when Daniels rakes him across the eyes. Daniels slumps to the mat, holding his stomach and ribs and DK staggers around, trying to clear his vision. Daniels gets up and DK charges him, but gets a clothesline for his troubles. DK gets up and Daniels clotheslines him again. DK gets up once more and Daniels whips him into the ropes and powerslams him on the return!!!
Doc: I'll hand it to Daniels, he seems to have some durability to him.
Brad: Wow...that was actually a compliment you just gave the young man!
Doc: What? You expected me to crucify the guy?
Brad: Ouch ..... I fell right into that one.
Daniels gets fired up by the crowd. He waits for DK to get up before hitting the ropes and decking DK with a flying shoulderblock that knocks the big man down. Daniels looks to the crowd and they cheer in response. DK gets up and Daniels hits the ropes again ......but this time, DK grabs him by the throat on the return. DK lifts Daniels up...and drives him down to the mat...completing the Death Drop!! DK covers, ref counts 1....2....3!
Brad: Daniels went to the proverbial well too many times! Deadman K is victorious!!!
Doc: The Deadman beat a dead man...
Brad: Have some respect!!!! You keep talking like that and I'm staying away from you....dont want to be hit by lightning.
Doc: Oh yeah, like threatening to stay away from me is going to DETER me???
Doc: Hardly, I can't stand Alex. He's some punk who manages to get by
luckily between the weeks. He thinks he's talented? Its pure luck.
"Bad Religion" By Godsmack sounds over the PA as the crowd erupts with
cheers, Alex comes out wearing some blue jeans and a black tank top
showing
off his fit physique. He has the World Title slung over his right
shoulder
as he walks down the ramp. He looks around and sees signs like "Croc Is
Jealous Of Alex Layne" and "Weed Won't Help Zoo Beat Alex" along with
"Fat
Kahuna Should Leave The RAWF". Alex makes his way to the ring and
slides
into it, he smirks as he walks around the ring for a bit, before
signaling
for a microphone, which one is tossed to him. He catches it and begins.
Layne: I must say, these signs I have seen on my way to the ring
are
pure common sense, there is no surprise to me that RAWF is a fivestar
fed
because of the ratings it brings in via the fans, who know what they're
talking about obviously, deciding to have faith in a World Champion
such as
myself, instead of thinking that other federations like CWF who have to
whine to get into a fivestar fed situation or XWA where there are ties
to
getting where they are. RAWF is something I am very proud of, that
being its
NO BULLSHIT!
The crowd goes insane with cheers.
Layne: But there are some people who do keep us down, people like
our
United States Champion Baggs... Who could have gotten the RAWF into
some
serious trouble, using Baggs Unleashed on television... I mean who
doesn't
realize it, its basically a complete rip off of Jericho's Highlight
Reel...
Now Baggs, I figured you knew by now since I beat your ass in the ring
that
being the most boring guy around wouldn't get you ahead, but I figured
even
you knew that ripping off people wouldn't get you any further, you
could say
that you're the US Champ and thats gotten you far in the business, but
all I
have to do is hold up this World Title right here to put you to
shame....
Keep in mind Baggs, UNORIGINALITY SUCKS!
The crowd begins to chant "Unoriginality Sucks" over and over.
Layne: I'm glad having gotten the week off for this show, not
having to
do anything but enjoy myself and watch a good show and address people.
These
three chumps who in all sense of their fake fantasies believe that they
can
go to Conquest and walk out the World Champion, its a shame for them
that
their fantasies will only take them so far, you three know who you are
and
the rest of the RAWF and its fans know who you are also, but I won't go
into
bashing you for the very reason that I wouldn't want to waste my good
material now, I'm patient enough to wait for Conquest to make you look
like
bitches, just ask Kahuna. He couldn't get a hold of this World Title
now
could he? Well I should say, couldn't get a hold of it the fair way,
without
having to get me from behind heh.
The fans chant Kahuna sucks over and over.
Layne: Hey, you all are saying it... Not me, I won't open my mouth
about the situation with Kahuna, I say let him ride on his confidence,
just
a shame that IF he gets the chance to ride into Conquest, that ride
will
stop due to a few things going flat, like his ego. But moving along, do
expect me fans of the RAWF to make my presence known here tonight, just
doing little tid-bits and whatnot throughout the show, after all its my
night off to wrestling, and I'm the World Champion here... I can do
what I
damn well please and there is nobody, and I repeat nobody who can
decide on
what I do around here.. Hopefully Highway has learned that lesson after
his
little scheme last week that didn't work, just face it Highway, don't
(bleep)
with me anymore unless you plan on paying the consequences, you act
like you
have power but keep in mind I'm not Danny whatever his last name is OR
the
Inevitables, they might be bitches but I make guys look like bitches...
Words of advice from a man who can't be beat, at least not by anyone in
this
federation... DON'T MESS WITH ME!!
The crowd gives another pop as Layne smirks and continues.
Layne: Oh no, I'm not done yet. This goes out to whomever wins the main event tonight. I don't give a rat's ass if it's Kahuna, Croc, or Zoo. Whichever one of you guys walks out tonight with that Crown and a shot at MY belt at Conquest..... consider it the closest you are going to get! Because there is no damn way in hell you are walking out of Detroit next weekend the World Champion!!!
Another loud pop from the crowd. Layne smiles and starts to leave....then stops.
Layne: Oh, and one last thing ..... this isn't the last time you will see me out here tonight!! As a matter of fact ...I might just come out three or four times ...because I'M THE DAMN WORLD CHAMPION AND I WANT TO!!
"Bad Religion" plays once more as the crowd cheers loudly for Alex, he
makes
his way towards the back.
Brad: Wow, strong words from our World Champion!
Doc: They're just words, Alex Layne is a pussy, plain and simple.
Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time to the ring, he is the RAWF United States Champion...BAGGS!
Baggs has made it down the aisleway. He walks over to the steps and walks up them and walks over to the apron. He holds on to the rope and raises his title belt high in the air for the entire arena to see. He then steps into the ring. The same set from last week is set up in the ring. Baggs takes the microphone from Dan Levitan. Dan exits the ring.
Baggs: Hello, HERSHEY! I am sure each and everyone of you are just as excited to be here as I am. Hell, you all are probably more happy to be here than I am. I mean look at you people, you're hidious looking. I am afraid to actually see some of you people up close. Has Halloween come early this year? It's only June!
The crowd boos Baggs loudly.
Baggs: But, I'm not here tonight to talk about how ugly you people are, even though it's kind of hard not to, I have a show to do. I'd like to welcome you all to the second edition of "Baggs Unleashed." Tonight, I am going to try my best not to lose my composure because the guest is someone I am not too happy about having on the show. Like I said earlier in the week, Blake Zulu was winning the poll on the RAWF official website to be on my show. So, it seems as though I have no choice, but to have him in the ring with me here in a couple of minutes, however, I do have some very interesting questions to ask him. But first, lets talk about something else that is going to happen tonight. Tonight, you all will witness my very first United States Title defense. Tonight, I face newcomer Adz in this ring. Now, you all know my thoughts on this match. I have been talking about it all week long. I am not at all too thrilled of having to defend my title against someone as nondeserving as Adz. Come on now, what has he done? he's done not one thing to deserve this shot. It took me almost two months to get the opportunity at the United States Championship, and he's getting a shot in just his third week with the company? What gives? I don't know what KIT and all the front office people are thinking, but I think I deserve much better than what I'm getting tonight. Most people would think I would enjoy beating Adz tonight. Believe me I am, but he's not what I would call a big name in wrestling. Adz may think he is good enough to get this shot, but in all reality, he is only fooling himself. You know...
"Sweetleaf" by Godsmack plays suddenly and the Triple Crown Champion Blake Zulu comes sauntering out from thew curtain, carrying a box of cigars ...the Triple Crown sitting on his head. The crowd goes crazy. As Zoo walks down the ramp he pulls out a cigar and tosses it into the crowd. He tosses about six of them before climbing into the ring and giving Baggs a grin.
Baggs: Just who in the hell do you think you are?
Zoo: Baggs dude!! I just wanted to come out here and offer you a cigar!!! I'm a new father, you know? Can you believe it? Me a father??? First I win the Triple Crown, then me and my Mary Jane have this beautiful little girl. Dude, I just had to come out here and celebrate ....even if it IS with a guy names Saxx.. BURRRRRRRNNNN! Oh man, that was a hellacious burn. Just kidding with you though dude.
Baggs: Well, dude, you just interrupted me! It isn't time for you to come out here, yet! Just looking at you is pissing me off!
Crowd cheers "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Baggs: Shut upppppppppppppppppppp! Look, I dont want your stupid cigar, I can't stand those things really. Zoo, let me ask you a question.. do you really think you deserve to be the RAWF Triple Crown Champion?
Zoo: Dude, I don't know if I deserve it. I don't know if I deserve to have a great family ...or great fans...
The crowd chants his name in support.
Zoo: But I do know ....well ....that is ... well, what do you mean dude?
Baggs: What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean do you actually think you should be standing in front of me the RAWF Triple Crown Champion? It's not multiple choice, it's either yes or no. I can answer it for you, if you'd like. I know you don't deserve to be the Triple Crown Champion. Why do I say that? It's because I have the footage to prove it. So, monkies in the trunk, roll the footage!
The footage of Triple Crown is shown. The footage shows Baggs kicking out before the three count was counted, but the referee ignored it. The crowd in Hershey boos.
Baggs: So what do you have to say for yourself?
Zoo: Dude, that was totally cool, how did you get them to do that so quick??? Well dude, let me just say this ..... pfffftttt!!!!!!!!!
Zoo's raspberry enrages Baggs and he starts to attack the Triple Crown Champion. He nails him across the face with the mic, then stomps on him until Adz comes running down to the ring, Baggs sees him out of the corner of his eye and exits the ring. The crowd begins to boo. Adz rolls into the ring and watches Baggs retreat up the ramp pointing at Adz.
Brad: I've heard some very distressing things about this man. And now that he's part of Commisioner Highway's "Security Force", only time will tell what havoc he will cause.
Levitan: And his opponent...!
The crowd pops as on the Radi-Tron, we see a lit fuse running acorss the screen...
Levitan: ... from Miami, Florida.... weighing 287 pounds ... this is DYNAMITE NEWTON!!
Brad: Let's see how this plays out...
The crowd starts chanting Dynamite's name as he stares at his weird looking opponent. December then starts laughing as he stands up on the apron and climbs into the ring. Dynamite follows suit and the ref calls for the bell. The two stare each other down for what seems like hours, but is really only a minute or so. Dynamite gets impatient and steps toward Jake to lock up, but Jake kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Jake quickly kneelifts Dynamite and Newton goes stumbling back into the corner. Jake whips him out of there and into the opposite corner. Dynamite goes in upside down! Jake steps in and tangles Newton's ankles together, trapping him there. Jake then starts laying the boots to Newton's chest and face. The ref steps in and tries to back Jake off. Jake does so, and the ref gets Dynamite off the tunbuckle. Newton collapses to the canvas. Jake is immediately on him, biting him on the forehead. Newton kicks frantically, trying to pry December off of him. Jake stops biting and hauls Newton to his feet. He slugs him a couple of times, then tries to whip him into the corner again, but Newton reverses and it's Jake who goes in upside down this time. Newton runs over and crosses Jake's ankles, then starts kicking him, turning the tables on "The Spiral"!! The crowd eats it up and applauds. Dynamite untangles Jake himself and lets him slump to the canvas head first. Jake rolls out of the ring and starts walking along the apron. Dynamite charges, slides and hits a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Jake's head!
Brad: Last time we saw Dynamite, he had just had a steel cage collapse out from under him! He took quite the nasty fall at Triple Crown!
Doc: Which can be a very traumatic experience I'm sure! How do we know he's fully recovered?
Brad: The doctors have cleared him to wrestle, so I'm sure physically he's ready.
Dynamite slides outside the ring and picks Jake up off the floor. He slugs him a couple of times, then rolls him back into the ring. Dynamite climbs up on the apron, but before he gets into the ring, Jake crawls over and drives a shoulder into Newton's stomach. Dynamite doubles over, still holding on to the ropes. Jake grabs the ropes and pulls back, catapulting Dynamite into the ring and onto his back. Jake starts viciously stomping and kicking Newton for a bit, before picking him up and giving him a vertical suplex. Jake gets up, propels off the ropes and hits with a wicked looking knee drop. The crowd boos as he stands up and laughs, yelling insults at a beer bellied fan at ringside. He turns and drags Newton to his feet and sets him up for a double arm DDT ...then hits it! He makes a cover. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Dynamite. Unperturbed, Jake pulls Newton into a sitting position and puts on a headlock. Dynamite tries to escape by yanking at Jake's hair, but the ref grabs Newton's hand and slaps it away. Jake maintains the hold for a few more seconds until Dynamite makes it to his feet, grabs Jake around the waist and executes a belly to back suplex! Both men lie dazed for a bit before they get to their feet at relatively the same time. Jake punches Newton in the face. Newton returns it with a right hook to Jake's temple. Jake forearms him across the nose, then reaches and grabs him by the ears....and leans in and starts biting. Dynamite shoves him away and grabs his nose where Jake bit him. Jake hits with a superkick and Dynamite hits the canvas face first.
Brad: Hard to believe Jake December is only ninteen years old! He looks like an experienced veteran in there right now. But then again, the biting was kind of childish...
Doc: Oh quit whining and give the kid his due. He's really taking it to "Fizzle" Newton out there.
Jake climbs to the top rope and waits for Newton to stagger to his feet. Dynamite turns to face him and he leaps. Dynamite catches him with a punch to the stomach as he's decending. Jake clutches his belly and curls up on the mat in a fetal position. Dynamite goes to one knee and starts pelting Jake with short quick punches to the face. Newton gets up and backs away from December. Jake struggles to his feet only to be sent vertical again by a spear from Dynamite! The crowd gets behind the Mimai native, cheering him on. Dynamite picks Jake up and tries for a vertical suplex , but Jake kicks him in the gut and reverses it into a cradle suplex! The ref counts 1...2...kickout by Dynamite. Both men get up and trade punches back and forth. Newton gets the upperhand and whips Jake into the corner. Dynamite charges in, but Jake gets up on the top rope, crouching as Dynamite takes the post shoulder first. Jake hooks his legs around Dynamite's waist and executes a sunset flip from the top rope. Ref counts 1...2...Dynamite kicks out once again. Both men get up and Jake kicks Dynamite in the gut, doubling him over, then hits with a DDT! Another cover. 1...2... Dynamite manages to squirm a shoulder off the mat just in time. Jake picks him up and drags him over to the corner. Holding him up with one hand, Jake acsends to the second rope, then applies an inverted face lock on Newton ....then executes a flying sommersault DDT! ANOTHER cover! 1...2...Newton gets a foot on the ropes, breaking the count. December stands up and scratches his head, then propels off the ropes and tries a legdrop, but nobody is home as Newton rolls away. Dynamite gets up and picks Jake up, hits him with some punches, then whips him into the ropes. Dynamite tries a clothesline, but Jake ducks under it and bounces off the opposite ropes. Dynamite runs the opposite ropes and Jake puts on the brakes and tries a backdrop, but Dynamite leapfrogs him and continues on, bouncing off the ropes again. He hits Jake with a Thesz Press and starts punching him rapidly in the face. Jake's legs kick wildly with each punch. Newton attempts to bring December to his feet. December low blows him! The ref didn't see it! The fans are erupting in boos. December stands and hits an evenflow style DDT. He makes the cover. 1 ...2 ...Kickout by Newton! December shows his anger as he stomps furiously against Newton's body. Newton gradually makes it to his feet, falling victim to a T-Bone Suplex. December continues the assault by stomping away at the helpless Dynamite Newton. Then December picks him up ...and hits The Last Note!!! A cover and 1...2...3!!
Doc: Chalk up a victory for Highway's new security force!
Brad: Dynamite put up a good fight, but you could tell he was still hurting from triple Crown!
Brad: Up next, World Champion Alex Layne is scheduled to come out and talk to all of us, should be
exciting.
(Winner Challenges United States Champion At Conquest)
STREEX VS. MATT HIGGERSON VS. SINNER
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the right to meet the U.S. Champion at Conquest! First, from St. Louis, Missouri.... weighing 147 pounds .... STREEX!
"Hate Me Now" by P. Diddy signals the entrance of StreeX. Not hiding his disdain for the fans for one second, he spits on a fan in the second row, hocking a juicy one right between his eyes. Laughing to himself, he makes his way to the ring quickly as security decides to hurry him up for his own good.
Levitan: And his opponent... from Baltimore, Maryland.... weighing 210 pounds ... this is SINNER!!
"The God That Failed" by Metallica plays and Sinner along with Seven come into view. Sinner looks out at StreeX, gets a bad feeling, then sends Seven back to their locker room. The male fans in attendance start booing that decision in an extremely loud fashion. Sinner shrugs, then gets down to the ring as his pyro shakes the arena.
Levitan: And their opponent ... from Detroit, Michigan.... weighing 235 pounds .... MATT HIGGERSON!
"Never Gunna Stop" by Rob Zombie marks the start of a thunderous applause. The Radi-tron shows highlights, pyro goes off, cameras flash, and the Mattastic One saunters on down, posing and grandstanding to the delight of the crowd. With an arrogance, Higgerson slides under the bottom rope, then pauses to pose while lying down. After a few more picture are taken, Higgerson stabds to face his opponents.
Brad: Three hungry young lions are going to battle it out for a shot at U.S. Gold!
Doc: Hungry, probably. Young, I suppose. The only person that has the attitude of a lion is StreeX. He has a real killer instinct. The other two just...stink.
Brad: You are such a positive individual. How do you stay so cheery week after week after week?
Doc: Oh, shut up!
The bell rings, and almost as if they heard what Doc had said, Sinner and Higgerson start double teaming StreeX. Pounding him down, the two "allies," stomp away. Higgerson picks up StreeX and wraps him up in a bear hug. Sinner drives a few shots into StreeX's kidneys, then runs the ropes as Matt slams him down to the mat. As StreeX impacts the mat, Sinner hits him with a legdrop. Both men grab a leg, make a wish, and pull in opposite directions, which elicits a scream from their opponent. Picking him up again, they hit a double vertical suplex, flattening StreeX to the mat. Sinner goes for the cover...1-Higgerson pulls Sinner off of StreeX and starts jawing with him. StreeX, although a littel bruised from the beating, still has his wits about him and takes notice of what is happening, so he stays prone on the mat, letting his opponents have their arguement. Sinner tells him that he was just trying to win the match, and shoves Matt. Matt responds by punching Sinner and whipping him into the ropes, clotheslining him down. Higgerson then makes a cover...1-Sinner pulls Matt off of StreeX. Matt Daddy gets up and swings at Sinner, who ducks, grabs Higgerson's arm, applies an armbar, then hits a back-kick, knocking him to the ground. Smiling to himself, StreeX gets to his feet and hits a dropkick on Sinner from behind. Running the ropes, StreeX hits a diving clothesline. Higgerson starts getting to his feet, when StreeX hits a scissors kick. StreeX makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Sinner clubs StreeX with an elbow drop to the back. Continuing, he clasps a crippler crossface manuever on him. Higgerson makes the save by booting Sinner in the mug. Grabbing StreeX, Matt Daddy throws him into the corner, mounts the second rope, the punches him ten times in rapid succession. Before he can hop down however, Sinner comes from behind, grabs Higgerson, and German suplexes him, bridges up for the cover...1-StreeX buries a boot into Sinner's abdomen. Grabbing Sinner, he hurls him over the ropes, runs the opposite rope, leaps up, bounces off the top rope, flying back and hitting Higgerson with a back elbow, who was coming after him. Matt gets to his feet, ducks a kick, comes back with a punch, and starts to dump him over the top rope, when StreeX puts Matt in a head scissor. Using his leg strength, StreeX sends Higgerson over the top rope. Running the opposite way, StreeX bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, over the top rope an onto Sinner and Higgerson. All three collapse in a heap, but Sinner wasn't hit too hard.
Brad: What a collision! StreeX hurt himself as much as either Higgerson or Sinner. Look, Sinner is getting to his feet first!
Doc: The former Television champion better take advantage while he has the chance!!
Sinner gets to his feet, grabs StreeX and posts him. Turing around to deal with Higgerson, Sinner is knocked to the ground via superkick. The ref counts to eight, and Higgerson rolls back in the ring, then back out. Getting Sinner to his feet, Matt picks him up and rams his back into the apron. Sinner hits him with a bell clap to the ears, and nails a neckbreaker. Turning to deal with StreeX, Sinner is knocked down with a superkick! StreeX rolls Sinner into the ring and climbs the top rope. Making the sign for True Thuggin', StreeX starts to jump when Higgerson grabs one of his legs. This causes a rather awkward fall, and the fans grow silent when they see StreeX land on his head. Lying in a crumpled heap, SteeX doesn't move. Smiling, Higgerson is rather pleased with himself until he sees Sinner crawl over to StreeX and drape an arm over him. The ref starts a count...1-2-Higgerson moves faster than he ever has in his lef, gets under the ropes, and drags Sinner off of StreeX. The Man from St. Louis stays still and Higgerson decides to wear down Sinner some more. Body slamming the Maryland native, Matt daddy follows up with a fist drop. Picking up Sinner, he slaps on a headlock, spins around, leaps off the ropes, and hits a tornado DDT. Not done yet, he kicks StreeX out of the ring, then props Sinner in the corner. The crowd cheers as Higgerson makes the sign for the bronco buster. Backing up to the opposite corner from Sinner, Higgerson starts to run when StreeX grabs his leg from outside the ring. Matt Daddy drops on his face, and StreeX grabs both legs and pulls back hard, crotching him on the ring post. Sinner gets out of the corner, runs, and hits a baseball slide on StreeX. As the ref checks on Higgerson's status, Sinner goes outside, when StreeX treats him to a reverse atomic drop and chair shot. Discarding the chair quickly, StreeX rolls Sinner into the ring, and makes a cover. The ring official stops paying attention to Matt Daddy, and makes a count...1-2-kickout! The crowd cheers thaty StreeX didn't get the pinfall!
Doc: Despite that early double team against him, StreeX has made an impressive comeback, nearly getting the pinfall there!!!
Brad: He is tough to keep down...the problem is, can he keep either one of his opponents down?
Higgerson gets himself together and stands up. He see StreeX start to apply an STF on Sinner, when he runs and sends a dropkick into the back of StreeX's head. Slumping next to Sinner, StreeX stays motionless, and Matt Daddy makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Higgerson picks StreeX up and bodyslams him on top of Sinner. Running the ropes, he tries to hit a leg drop on StreeX, but he moves, and Higgerson hits Sinner. The blow kind of awakens Sinner, who rolls to his left and gets to his feet. StreeX sprints to Matt Daddy's position and buries his shoulder into his stomach, driving him down. Spinning away from Higgerson to avoid the advancing Sinner, StreeX gets to his feet, and tries a spinning knife hand chop. Sinner blocks it, buries a knee into StreeX, cinches him up, and hits a double underhook suplex. Grabbing StreeX again, he lifts StreeX up over his shoulder so his opponent is across his back and StreeX's upper back is across Sinner's shoulder. Sinner then tucks StreeX's legs around his hips. Sinner lifts StreeX up and drives him down face first into the turnbuckles. Letting go, he lets his opponent slump down. Seeing Higgerson get up, he hits an inverted spinning neckbreaker on the Detroit native. Watching the groggy Matt Daddy get up, Sinner walks right up to him, intent on slapping on a sit-down powerbomb. However, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, Higgerson boots Sinner in the stomach, picks him up, and hits a Matt Daddy Drop! Both Sinner and Higgerson collapse, and the official starts counting all three men out...1-2-3-4-
Brad: Who will suck it up and get to their feet...I'd hate to think that Highway would get to choose a contender for the U.S. Title if all three were counted out! As Commissioner, he could do that!
Doc: Maybe Baggs would get a free pass at Conquest! If no winner, no defense!
Brad: Great idea...wonderful...the U.S. champ not defending at a PPV billed as the "First time since Eruption where all original titles are defended,"...you are just too cool.
5-6-7-StreeX starts to get up-8-Higgerson starts to stand up-9-Both StreeX and Matt stand up, breaking off the count. With Sinner lying prone, the two men lock up, intent on finishing the match up for good. Higgerson whips StreeX into the corner, he bounces off, runs at Higgerson, who drops down to the mat. StreeX hops over him and continues to run, Matt Daddy leap frogs him upon the return, and hits with a spinebuster. He makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Getting StreeX back to his feet, he cinches him up and hits with a belly to back lifting mat slam. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Matt Daddy picks him up by the hair of his head and hits a side suplex. He makes the cover..1-2-kickout! Getting terribly frustrated, Higgerson gets him to a vertical base, and hits a 3/4 face lock bulldog, laying StreeX out. Hooking the leg, Higgerson makes the pin...1-2-Sinner pulls him off. Enraged, Higgerson gets up and lunges after Sinner, who whips around and snap mares him. Grabbing his arm, he executes an arm breaker, then a leg scissors sleeper. Hoping that Matt Daddy goes out before StreeX comes to...his hopes are dashd when StreeX gets to his feet and assesses the situation. Sinner starts to break his hold to confront StreeX, but StreeX climbs to the top rope, ignoring him. Sinner, curious, decides to give him room and see what he is up to...and StreeX hits the True Thuggin on Matt, finishing the job that Sinner started. Sinner locks up with StreeX and gives him a European forearm. StreeX cinches him up and nails a jawbreaker, backs him into the ropes, and applies the tarantula! he ref counts...1-2-3-Sinner seriously starts thinking of tapping out-4-StreeX is forced to break the hold or be disqualified from the match.
Brad: I get the feeling that if you were allowed ten seconds before breaking a hold, then Sinner would have given up!
Doc: I agree, Stree had that tarantula applied well...it had to painful! Look, Matt Daddy is getting to his feet!
Sinner, a master of submissions, tries a little used hold when he extricates himself from the ropes. Shrugging off the effects of the tarantula, Sinner plows into StreeX, knocking him down and he starts punching away. When StreeX puts his hands up to his face in a defensive posture, Sinner applies a nerve pich to the underside of StreeX's chin in the area between StreeX's jawbone. Before he can submit, Higgerson stomps on Sinner, making him release the nerve pinch. Getting Sinner to his feet, Matt Daddy tries to position him for another Matt Daddy drop, but Sinner will have no part of that. StreeX gets his feet and starts hammering Sinner with frearms to the back. Both men whip Sinner into the ropes, and they hit a double flap jack. Continuing the double team, they double clothesline him down, then cinch him up for a double vertical suplex. Hitting the suplex, both StreeX and Higgerson try a double cross and bridge up after the impact. With both men making a cover, the confused official makes a count...1-2-3!
Doc: There we go..StreeX wins!
Brad: Well, I think Higgerson wins, too...maybe? Why did the ref make that count with two guys simultaneously covering?!
Doc: What happens now, though, if both guys are awarded the victory?
Brad: Don't tell me that---
Highway's music plays again, and he struts out to just the edge of the ramp, with December in tow. With a live mic ready to go, he tells us what is on his mind.
Highway: Usually, I'd fine the ref for making that kind of mistake, but I'm willing to let the decision stand. You see, I am an innovator...no, not the simple self-aggrandizement kind of "innovation" that Josh Swanson used to spout...I am talking real innovation. Even though you hate me...I'm going to give everyone what they want! This match for number one contendership and a shot at Conquest has just been won by two men...StreeX and Matt Higgerson. Therefore, I have no choice but to make the match for the United States Championship at Conquest a Triple Threat match! Higgerson, StreeX, you both get to go for the gold.
Brad: Amazing! I actually agree with that ruling. It would have been better if the ref would have just broke up the pinfall attempt by both guys and waited to see who could get an "individual" pin, but this is fair, too.
Doc: Hehehe...ask Sinner if HE thinks it is fair...he is the only one not coming out of this match with something. Maybe if he had repented before coming out...hehehe. Highway once again proving that he is THE man!
Matt and StreeX look at each other then start attacking. Sinner slides under the bottom rope, and gets away from the confusion by exiting through the crowd as several refs run down the ramp to restore order. Highway and December walk back to his office.
"Baggs Unleashed" appears on the Radi-tron and the crowd quickly erupts into boos, but there are a few cheers in the arena. "After Me" by Saliva begins to play as the RAWF United States Champion makes his way out onto the stage.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.... introducing first ... from London, England.... weighing 225 pounds .... "THE SPIRAL" JAKE DECEMBER!
"Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven plays as Jake comes out of the curtain and gazes thoughtfully at the crowd. He wears plain black windbreaker pants and a white beater tanktop. His face is covered by black and white face paint, making him look like some deranged mime. He stalks his way down to the ring, then sits down on the apron facing back up the ramp.
Doc: Okay.... not the weirdest guy we've ever seen. But he's definitely not playing with a full set Chance cards in his Monopoly game.
The fuse gets to the far side of the screen and pyros go off on either side as "Gang Related" by Anybody Killah plays. Dynamite makes his way out of the curtain and halfway down the ramp when he realizes his opponent is sitting facing him. Dynamite pauses and looks around. December just sits there for a second before lifting and arm and beckoning Dynamite forward with a single finger. Dynamite hesitates cautiously ...then takes a few steps forward until he's only a couple of feet from Jake.
Doc: I like this guy. He's confident as all hell. It takes some real guts to try something like this! I think Highway made a good choice.
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ARSENAL X (C) VS. SHAWN DEE |
BRAD: Our next match could be a candidate for RAWF Match Of The Year. Pitting Arsenal X, the current Ironman Champion, against Shawn Dee, one fourth of the Elite Establishment, we could have a war in our next match!
DOC: Considering the fact that this is a Lion�s Den match where there are 8 weapons of destruction handcuffed to the eight chain linked walls, these two fighters will go the nine yards to get this victory.
BRAD: Especially after seeing some of the trash talking between these two competitors, a lot of bad blood is being mixed.
LEVITAN: The next match is for the RAWF Ironman Championship! The stipulation for tonight�s match is a Lion�s Den Match! Introducing first the challenger�hailing from Atlanta, Georgia�weighing 256 pounds�one half of the tag team champions�.SHAWN DEE!!!!!
�Right/Wrong� by DMX begins to vent out from the speakers as the words �Elite Establishment� flashes on and off for a couple of seconds then you see Shawn Dee�s poster on the Radi-tron. Fans begin to boo as they hear the song and boo ever louder when Shawn Dee appears from the back. Around his waist is one of the RAWF Tag Team Belts and in his hand is a can of Mountain Dew. As he walks down the ramp, he cracks open the can of Mountain Dew and chugs it down. After finishing the can, he crushes it in his hand and throws it down. He enters through the open door that leads into the Lion�s Den, takes off his tag team belt, and hands it to the referee.
BRAD: Well, it looks like Dee is ready to go and start this match. If he defeats Arsenal X tonight, this could be the biggest victory for his RAWF career.
DOC: Not if, but WHEN Dee wins his match. We all know Arsenal X is just on a little fluke trip. He�s nothing but a paper champion.
BRAD: Honestly, where do you get these claims? Anyways�it looks like someone is coming down the ramp right now. Who is that?
As the man in the suit walks confidently through the doors, the referee tries to stop him. The young enormous man quickly brushes him away by showing him a badge. The referee reads the badge and slowly backs away. Shawn Dee is looking at the man in the suit and goes to meet him. The man shows him some papers and explains the situation. Dee, in disbelief, puts his fingers through his hair. The man tries to give Dee the papers, but Dee rejects them and throws them everywhere. The two men begin to argue in the Lion�s Den as Levitan picks up the microphone.
LEVITAN: Announcing next the RAWF Ironman Champion�coming from Cypress, California�weighing 265 pounds�ARSENAL X!!!
�Walk� by Pantera begins to play, getting the crowd in a frenzy. Arsenal X comes out from the back, alone, with the Ironman Title around his waist. He does his trademark �X� symbol with his arm, with the crowd doing the same thing. X does this quickly and walks down the ramp with a look of concern. He enters the Lion�s Den and hands the belt to the referee. X walks up to the two men arguing and picks up the papers. After X is done picking up the papers, he gets up and stands next to the huge man in the suit. The two stop arguing and look at X. Dee tries to explain to X what the situation is, but X simply puts his hand up to indicate stop. X hands the papers back to the man in the suit and tells him to leave to area so they can continue with their match. The man takes the papers, smiling. Dee�s face shows surprise and doubt. X and the young man then collaborate and deliver a huge double clothesline on Dee. As Dee lays on the ground holding his head, the man takes off the elaborate make up to reveal himself to be HIDEKI! Hideki leaves the Lion�s Den and closing the gate, indicating that the match begin.
DOC: That cheap bastard! Trying to bring his friend to get the upper hand, again! Arsenal X should be stripped of his belt, this instant!
BRAD: X is definitely becoming known for trying to get the upper hand in the beginning of the match. Even if it means bringing in assistance, which I�m sure Dee has asked for assistance before.
Arsenal X picks up Dee and gives him a few stiff punches to the mid section. As Dee bends over, holding his stomach in pain, X delivers a knee to the head, sending Dee back to the ground. X gives Hideki, who is still in the suit and is walking around the Lion�s Den, the thumb�s up. As Dee begins to stir, X goes over and stomps on his back a little bit more. As Arsenal X reaches over to pick up the Mountain Dew Fueled SOB, Dee quickly sneaks in an eye gouge, making X to turn his back and grab his eyes in pain. Dee capitalizes and delivers a bulldog, making X eat the mat. As Dee gets up, he sees some of the weapons hanging on the wall. He goes to one of the walls and takes a METAL CHAIR from it. As X slowly gets up, with his vision sort of impaired, Dee meets X�s head with a swift chair shot. X crumbles to the ground as Dee throws the chair and goes to make a pin. 1,2, kickout! Dee hastily gets up and delivers a lighting quick legdrop to the throat of X. X begins to roll around the ring, grabbing his throat and head. Dee gets up and smiles as he sees the damage he has done to the Ironman Champion. Dee picks back up the chair and opens it up properly and stands it in the middle of the den. After setting up the chair, Dee goes and picks up X. He starts off at the farthest wall possible and runs with X in a headlock. As Dee approaches the chair, he leaps in the air in hopes of executing another bulldog. Instead, X latches on to Dee, turns around and executes a back suplex onto the chair. As Dee crashes into the chair, totally destroying it, X rolls to his right and is on his knees. Breathing heavily, he looks at the seven options that lay before his eyes. He goes and unlatches a TRASH CAN and the LID. With Dee laying on the ground, motionless, X places the trashcan down and takes the lid and plants some heavy shots to the lower back region of Dee.
BRAD: Wow, Dee and Arsenal X have definitely been raising the level of violence as this match continues.
DOC: I want to see some blood! The ring crew put those weapons in there to bloody these guys up! Come on!
After hitting Dee a few times with the now crooked trash can lid, X picks up the Elite Establishment member and walks him over to the trash can. He then forcefully plants the entire trashcan over Shawn Dee, covering his entire upper body. As Dee stands there, oblivious to the situation, X wraps his arms around the trashcan and the back of Dee and delivers an excruciating painful German suplex. The trashcan, literally, folds in half as Dee�s legs swings over above his head. X looks up and sees Dee not moving at all. He crawls over and takes off the trashcan and goes for the pin. 1,2 KICKOUT! Dee barely musters enough energy to raise his shoulder after receiving that devastating German suplex. The referee clears out the broken trashcan as Arsenal X stands up and looks around him. Wanting to get the fans input, he points at each weapon, using the one the fans cheer the most. He points at the BASEBALL BAT, BARBWIRE, FIRE EXTINGUISHER, SINGAPORE CANE, and the CINDERBLOCK, but get an overwhelming response to the SLEDGEHAMMER. X nods and goes to unlatch the sledge hammer. While this is happening, Dee is shaking off the majority of the effect of the German suplex and is now standing. As he sees X goes to unlatch the sledge, he runs over and spears him. X tumbles to the ground, surprised at the spear. Dee gets back up and unlatches the sledgehammer himself, while the fans boo profusely. Dee turns around to see X getting back up from the spear. X gets up and his face is met with the flat part of the sledgehammer as Dee jabs it into his face. X rolls over backwards, stops, and sits up at the chain-linked wall. X examines his face and begins to see blood coming from his nose and mouth. After examining himself, he looks up and sees Dee charging at him with the hammer. Not being able to move in time, Dee plants the hammer right into the abdomen of X, making X cough out the blood in his mouth in Dee�s face. Dee, not minding the blood, drives the sledge deeper into the mid section of X, while driving his skin deeper into the chain-linked wall. X begins to scream in pain as Dee continues to push the sledgehammer deeper into his abdomen. The referee comes over and orders Dee to release the pressure hold. Dee, surprisingly, obliges and turns to face the ref. As he does this, he brings the hammer up and swings the sledgehammer into the right upper torso of Arsenal X�s body. The arena goes into a hush as Shawn Dee drops the sledgehammer and taunts the crowd. The fans boo the Elite Establishment member as Arsenal X falls to the mat, exposing his back, showing the chain-linked imprints. The mat that is around X is soaked with his blood as he continues to spit/cough out blood from his mouth and nose.
BRAD: This is sadistic! Shawn Dee is just brutally hurting the Ironman Champion. If he keeps this up, he might not only take the Ironman Championship belt, but maybe Arsenal X�s life. Is this the type of bloodshed you wanted to see, Doc?
DOC: This is really appalling. I didn�t know Dee had this type of mean streak, but I am beginning to like this guy.
BRAD: It looks like Dee wants the crowd to choose his next weapon. Kind of provoking them, well, Dee selects the Singapore Cane. Let�s see if he can capitalize on this open opportunity.
Dee unlatches the nearby Singapore Cane and begins to walk cockily to the still motionless X. Hideki is outside of the Den, screaming at his fallen friend to get back up. Dee sees this and walks over to Hideki and hits the cane against the wall. Hideki, unfazed by the scare attempt, stares coldly at Dee and begins to say something in Japanese. Dee makes fun of him and finally gives him the finger. Dee laughs some more as Hideki is fumed. While this was going on, X slowly began to stir and gets up. As he stands woozily, Dee�s smile gets even bigger. X, slowly going in and out of consciousness, sees Dee and goes for a swing. He misses horribly and falls to the ground. Dee just laughs even more and sees the dented trashcan. He goes over and places the trashcan in the middle of the ring and places Arsenal X�s head at the pinnacle of the trashcan. Dee places his right foot on the head of X, and looks like he is going to take a golf swing, with Arsenal X�s head being the ball. The referee, Brad, and Doc closes their eyes as Dee takes a full swing with the Singapore Cane, connecting with Arsenal X�s head. A loud whack is heard throughout the arena as Dee flips the Singapore Cane over and looks at the mess he created. X�s body is completely motionless as blood is all over the trashcan. Dee, calmly places his foot on the chest of Arsenal X, as the referee makes the traditional three count. 1,2, KICKOUT. The crowd gets to their feet and chants his name as X barely raises his shoulder up as Dee stands there shocked. Dee, looking panicked, hops over X�s body and unhooks the cinderblock. He lifts the heavy block and runs back to drop it on Arsenal X. But as he turns around, the body is no longer there. As he turns around, still carrying the cinderblock, he faces a very bloody Arsenal X. Dee drops the cinderblock in disbelief. X follows this up with a very quick and stiff savat kick to the chin. Dee stumbles backwards and it met with a lariat from X. Dee flips over and lands on the flat trashcan. X, with fury in his eyes, wipes off the blood away from around nose and eyes as he looks around. He sees the fire extinguisher and goes over and unhooks it. He kneels down and takes out the pin. He stays there, waiting for Dee to get back up. Dee, shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs and to analyze the situation, gets up and looks for X. As he turns, X presses down on the latch, sending out the smoke directly into the face of Dee. The Mountain Dew Fueled SOB falls to the ground, holding his face and rolling around the blood soaked mat. While he rolls around, Arsenal X picks up the fire extinguisher and continues to spray Dee with the smoke. Dee, trying hopelessly to get out of the smoke, fails miserably. After a few more seconds, X stops spraying the smoke and stands over Dee. X lifts the fire extinguisher and sends it flying down into Dee�s mid section. Dee snaps up in pain as X walks away and the fire extinguisher rolls around the den.
BRAD: My how things can change in a matter of minutes. After receiving an onslaught of offense from Dee, it looks like X is going to give Dee some of his own offense.
DOC: Man, how can Dee let this one slip?! He had him down and out and now look at him! Wait, what is X doing? Is he handcuffing Dee to the wall?
Doc is right as Arsenal X is dragging the body of Dee and using the handcuffs that were holding the weapons to hang up Dee. Placing him against the wall with his arms spread wide, Dee begins to wake up a little. X quickly unlatches the baseball bat and the barbwire. He quickly wraps the barbwire around the baseball, while nicking his hands. X takes a few practice swings with the new weapon and begins to walk toward the handcuffed Dee. Dee is now fully aware of the situation and is pleading Arsenal X to not swing with the barbwire bat. As X is in the swinging motion, Dee screams and closes his eyes. Dee�s eyes are wide as the barbwire baseball bat is now lodged into his chest. X rips the bat off of Dee�s chest, creating blood to spill and causing Dee to scream in pain. X gets into a batting stance and takes another home run-esque swing into the stomach portion of the upper torso. Dee screams again as X uses the wall for leverage to take out the bat from Dee�s body. As Dee�s arms are still handcuffed to the wall, he begins to bleed from the wrist area due to Dee�s dire need to get out of this situation. X gets into his batting stance again and takes another home run swing and lodges the bat back into Dee�s chest. As he rips the barbwire baseball bat away from his body, chunks of flesh can visibly be seen on the metal barbs. Dee, out of sheer determination, breaks out from both handcuffs and falls to the mat, while cutting his wrist pretty badly on the metal handcuffs.
BRAD: I can�t believe this. After seeing those sledgehammer shots, I didn�t think these two fighters can top that, but after seeing those swings, I stand in awe. Arsenal X is truly THE definition of the RAWF Ironman Champion.
DOC: Well, we have to see about that. If X can make a comeback after Dee�s offensive explosion, I am pretty sure Dee can do the same.
Arsenal's eyes go wide in shock, he hesitates only a moment before he takes another swing with the bat. Dee ducks it and launches a kick into Arsenal's groin Arsenal drops the bat and doubles over. Dee grabs him and DDT's him on the barbed bat!!! Both men lie on the floor of the steel construct bleeding and battered. After about a minute, they both clamor to their feet. Dee pops X with a right hand. X fires back with a knife edge chop. Dee nails X with an elbow to the top of the head, then reaches dwon for the bat. X goes to one knee, but picks up the discarded Signapore Cane. Simultaneously they both swing their weapons and hit each other upside the head. Both men collapse and lie still again. Dee stirs first and gets up unsteadily. He reaches down and picks the gruesome looking Ironman Champion and and tries to bodyslam him. X squirms out of his grasp and lands behind him. X whacks Dee across the back of the head with a karate kick, then grabs him and puts him in a dragon sleeper!!! Slowly Dee fades out...the referee checks his arms three times and then calls for the bell.
Brad: Arsenal X has done it again!!!! Another bloodied and dangerous match for the Ironman Champion!!! He is truly the epitome of IRONMAN! in the RAWF!!
Doc: Yeah, but how long can he keep this pace up. His next defense is only six days away. And we don't even know who's challenging him yet!!
December: Can I help you?
Layne: Actually, I think you could kid... Why don't you get me a
soda?
Jake raises an eyebrow ...but smiles slightly.
December: Sure, no problem.. What would you like?
Layne: Pepsi.. Plain ol' good Pepsi.. Hurry it up kid, I'm an
important
man.
December goes to get the pepsi, puts the change in and chooses
Pepsi,
it comes down and he picks it up. He holds it and stands before Alex.
December: Here you go ....champ.
Jake acts like hes going to hand it to Alex, who goes to grab it. Alex
notices at the last second that Jake is bringing his foot up towards Alex's
side,
so Alex grabs hold of Jake's leg, spins him around and clotheslines him
onto
the hard floor. Jake December pops back up and Layne superkicks
December
into the soda machine, causing the soda machine to burst inward. Several cans are damaged and rain soda down on top of Jake. Alex laughs.
Layne: Welcome to the RAWF kid... Don't mess with Adz again... Or
this
will happen... Again.
Alex Layne walks off as he continues to laugh amongst himself. A few seconds later, Highway walks in.
Highway: Hey Jake!! Get up and clean yourself up. I've got a job for you.
Jake pulls himself to his feet and Highway guides him away.
Brad: But Grier is getting up! Zak helps him up the rest of the way,
and
goes for another NYC-YA!
As Zak goes for the NYC-YA, Grier lands some back elbows to the head of
Hackett. ZH lets go, and stumbles around. When he gets back to
Blackjack,
Grier goes for an eye rake, but Zak�s mask gets in the way. As he
struggles,
the referee tries to pull Grier away before he can rake the eyes. The
ref
finally gets Grier away. They talk for a few moments, and as Blackjack
turns
around, he gets speared by Hackett! He lands some punches, but Grier
throws
him off. They both get up, and go for a tie-up. Grier pushes Hackett to
the
turnbuckles, and the referee calls for a break. Grier gives it, and Zak
goes
after him. Grier grabs him and hits a belly-to-belly suplex!
Doc: Whoa! He flew all the way to the other turnbuckle.
Brad: That he did, Doc. With his height he almost hit his head on the
mat!
Doc: Grier going over and putting the on Zak, just stomping away!
Brad: Care to make a bet this week now that Kit�s not here?
Doc: Still don�t have any gambling money. Spent it all on my show,
�What�s
Up?�.
Brad: *mumbles* Didn�t show�
Doc: WHAT!?
Grier stops kicking Hackett and starts a choke with his foot. The ref
again
begins a count. 1-2-3-4- Grier stops the choke at the last second. He
goes
to put the boots to Hackett again, but he grabs Grier�s foot and pulls
him
into the turnbuckle!
Doc: Good thinking!
Brad: Grier seems to be bleeding a little, and when he notices he�ll be
mad!
Hackett slips behind Blackjack and does a school boy 1-2-kickout! They
both
roll to their feet, and take each other down with a double clothesline.
Brad: God! Both men landed on their heads!
The ref counts. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-, Both men are trying valiantly to get to
their feet, 8-9-, Grier gets to his feet, followed by Zak. They
exchange
punches, and Grier gets the advantage. He whips �The Ax Man� into the
ropes,
and when he comes back, grabs him and hits a powerslam. He goes to the
nearest turnbuckle, climbs it, and plays to the crowd.
Brad: Here it comes, the fist drop!
Doc: Vastly overrated.
Brad: Wow, Doc coming out with the 3-dollar words.
Doc: Shut up and watch.
BG aims for the chest, and jumps. Zak starts to move, but is too late
and
gets hit in the forehead, causing his forehead to open up. With both
men
bleeding, the ref almost starts another count, but both men climb for
the
ropes. Zak, thinking quickly, jumps on the second rope, does a 180, and
hits
a cross-body on Blackjack! But Blackjack rolls through for the pin!
1-2-Barely kicks out! Grier goes for a walking knee drop, but Zak rolls
out
of the way. Grier runs for him, but gets a kick in the gut. Grier doubles over and Hackett sets him for a...
Doc: Piledriver! He nailed it!!!
Zak covers 1...2...kickout by BJG! Zak picks him up again and tries for a double underarm DDT, but Blackjack lifts him up and over into a backdrop. Grier goes to his knees as Zak flops on the canvas, holding his back. Grier stands up slowly and and walks off his pain as Zak tries to crawl to his feet. Grier walks over and picks Zak up. He clocks him with those signature right hands. Zak is sent reeling into the ropes. BJ catches him and belly to belly's him to the canvas. The crowd cheers, adding some adrenaline to Grier's energy. He drags Hackett to his feet and pulverizes him with a couple of European Uppercuts, then scoop slams him back to the mat. BJ grabs Zak by the ankles and puts on a figure four!!! Zak screeches in agony, desperately squirming around. He tries to grab BJ by the hair to break the hold, but the ref swats his hand away.
Brad: Zak's got to get to the ropes, or its all over!!
Doc: Come on Zak!!!
Zak does finally manage to reach the ropes. The ref forces a break and Zak gets up and tries limping away. BJ gives chase and nails him with a forearm in the back. Zak goes to one knee and BJ puts on an Oriental Spike submission!!! But it is too close to the ropes as Zak is able to reach them a bit easier this time. Zak clings to the ropes in desperation as the ref forces BJ off of him and backs him up a bit. Zak pulls himself up off the ropes as BJ comes back and smacks him across the chest with a chop. Zak falls back into the ropes and BJ backs up, then charges. Zak goes limp and does a dive to the mat....BJ hits the ropes and careens backwards, hitting his head on the canvas. Zak hooks both of BJ's legs and attempts a pin. 1....2...Zak puts his feet on the second ropes for leverage....3!!!!
Doc: Hey, the best deals are the cheap ones!! Heheheheh. Nice one there Zak.
Zak rolls out of the ring and gets out of Dodge as BJ gets up and argues admantantly with the ref to no avail. Hackett is booed as he raises his arms in the air and looks back toward the ring as he's making his way up the ramp.
Jake December is backstage standing in front of the soda machine, a
familiar
scene to when he debuted backstage last week when he attacked Adz. Alex
Layne walks by looking at December, who is staring at Alex. So Alex
takes a
few steps then decides to stop, he turns around and looks at December.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....from Bronx, New York.... weighing 245 pounds ... this is ZAK HACKETT!!
"As The World Turns" by Eminem plays. The cocky Hackett makes his way to the ring sporting a New Blood t-shirt. He removes it and proudly displays it to the crowd, who are not impressed in the least bit
Levitan: And his opponent.....from Brilliant, Ohio.... weighing 255 pounds .... BLACKJACK GRIER!
"Lakini's Juice" by Live plays and the grizzled veteran BJG slowly makes his way toward the ring. He high fives a few fans, and gives a young lady a hug before climbing into the ring and stretching on the ropes. He removes his Rusty Wallace jacket and hands it to a ring attendant.
Doc: BlackJack Mulli-errr...Grier, this guy makes me sick. For one thing, he looks like my grandpa, but wrestles like grandma. But the one thing that really bothers me...is that he panders to these fans. He needs to go out there, do his thing, and not worry about what the fans think!
Brad: Wrestles like your grandma? BlackJack looks like he has some stubble tonight, he must of forgotten to shave...facial hair would make him LOOK like your grandma!
Doc: Keep my grandma out of this or I'll throw you in the ring and shut you up.
Brad: You brought her up while trying to insult Grier. BlackJack has a tough opponent in Zak Hackett, who I'm assuming you are picking to win. Zak is looking to rebound from a tough loss to Adz, so anything could happen.
Doc: That's right, Zak Hackett all the way! Now lets get to the action in the rig, the ref has called for the bell...
Grier and Hackett lock up and BlackJack cinches Hackett up in a side headlock. Using his free hand, the veteran from Brilliant starts laying some punches into Zak's forehead, causing some redness. Hackett doesn't take that for long, as he picks up the Ohioan and hits a back suplex, which breaks the hold. The two men get to their feet, and Hackett goes for a spinning heel kick, which Grier ducks, but Zak continues the move, drops down and sweeps out the legs of his opponent. When Grier falls, Zak grabs a leg and and tries for a half-crab, but BlackJack gets to the ropes. Grier gets to his feet and Hackett attacks, with several punches, and a few chops. BlackJack fires back, with very impressive chops, reminiscent of his mentor, Ric Flair. hants of "Whooo" fill the arena, and Grier gets the upper hand. Wrapping his big arms around his opponent, BlackJack connects with a belly to belly suplex. Popping right back up, Grier decides to stomp Zak, but Hackett catches his leg, trips him down again, and applies an ankle lock. Using his ring presence, Grier gets to the ropes again, but Hackett did soften up the ankle a little. After the breaking of the hold, Grier gets up gingerly, and ducks a smashing blow by Hackett. The crowd comes to life as Grier drives a knee into his opponents stomach, bends down, hoists Hackett onto his back and spins him around in a fireman's carry. When both men are sufficiently dizzy, BlackJack falls back in a Samaon drop. Laying on Zak after the fall, Grier stays their and makes that his cover...1-kickout! Still with plenty of life left, Zak gets up a little disoriented, but mindful enough to send a forearm into Grier's mug. BlackJack fires back with a few more chop, locks-up with Zak and whips him into the ropes. On the rbound, Grier performs a high knee, causing Zak to collapse again to the mat. icking him back up, BlackJack whips him into the ropes again, intent on clotheslining him. Zak ducks, turn around immediately, catches Grier as he turns around, then hits the NYC-YA! The crowd boos, but mostly, they still take pictures. Hackett goes for the cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: Hackett is on the offensive! He couldn�t live up to my prediction
last
week, but he might do it tonight!
Brad: COME ON REF!!! Geezus, what a cheap win for Zak Hackett!!
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