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KRIS WAYNE VS. PICKLE (C) |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Television Championship!!!! Introducing first, the challenger.... from Cupertino, California.... weighing 195 pounds ... this is KRIS WAYNE!!
"Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller fires up and Kris Wayne and Jason Pryde come out to a rousing amount of applause. Wayne shmoozes the crowd, and kisses a little lady fan on the cheek, which elicits a squeal of delight and a promise of never washing that cheek again. The two men finish their "walk down that aisle," and await the champion they wish to overthrow.
Levitan: His opponent... from London, England.... weighing 247 pounds ....he is the RAWF Television Champion...this is PICKLES!
"Gelosea" by InMe plays and Pickle comes strolling down the ramp, wearing the belt proudly. Boos rain on him from the fans as he climbs into the ring and makes rude gestures at Kris. Pryde makes rude gestures back for teh challenger. Pickles tells him where he can stick that finger.
Brad: Kris Wayne with a Television title shot. He almost bagged the Title before...you know...his win/loss record may not be that impressive YET, he has made tremendous progress, a good showing for himself, and I definitely see him as a guy who will make some noise here in the Rawf.
Doc: I see him as going as far as Jason Pryde can carry him.
Brad: Don't even start on that again...
The official calls for the opening bell, and the match gets underway. As usual, the light, fast Kris Wayne starts off circling around the ring, taking his opponents measure, and seeing if there is an opening to be had. Pickles decides to try and finish the match early, so he bulls his way toward the Shadow. Wayne dodges, but Pickles has some speed, too. Feigning left and right, the two competitors play a game of dodge until Pickles is surprised by an attack by Wayne. Kris baseball slides to the right of Pickles, then whips his leg around, knocking the cucumber backward to the mat. Wayne pounces, laying across Pickles as if to cover him, but instead Wayne quickly grabs Pickle's left arm and applies a wristlock with one hand and applying more pressure by reaching through Pickle's bent arm with his other arm and grabbing the arm that is applying the wristlock. Wayne pulls upward applying more pressure to the elbow. In severe pain due to the belly to belly wristlock, Pickles manuevers his leg over to the ropes. The ref calls for the break, and Pickles swears in anger...one at Kris for putting him through that, and two, at himself for not countering it. The crowd cheers as Shadow stands up and smirks at the overly confident Pickles. Pickles gets to his feet, and instead of the previous cat-and-mouse game, the two lock up immediately. Wayne sends a knee into Pickles, but he takes it and returns with a knee of his own, causing Kris to double over. Picking him up, he slams him down with a gutwrench suplex. Not going for a cover, Pickles grabs his head, then sends a punch into Kris's kisser. Getting him to a vertical base, he sends Wayne into the ropes, and delivers a devastating dropkick. Wayne falls flat on his back, then is hit with a fistdrop. Pickles stands up, grabs one of Shadow's legs, steps between Wayne's legs, then puts his foot to one side of Kris's hip and bends Wayne's leg so his shin lies across Pickle's thigh. Pickles then turns Wayne over onto his stomach and scissors Kris' leg. Pickles reaches forward and places both arms under his opponents arms and locks them behind Wayne's neck.
Brad: The STF full nelson! Pickles isn't holding anything back!
Doc: Ring the bell...half-pint isn't getting out of th...oh no..what the hell did I tell you was going to happen!? Look!
Jason Pryde gets on the apron and looks like he is about to enter the ring. The ref intercepts him, and Pryde jumps down, then looks like he is about to slide under the ropes. Pickles breaks the hold, although Wayne was far from finished...and he goes to have a little chat with the manager. Wayne pulls himself together, chases after Pickles, then hits a bulldog on the run. Adz, seeing all of this from the back, decides to come down and take a closer look. Pryde puts himself on the opposite side of the ring. Cashing in on the bulldog, Shadow drops a knee, drops an elbow, then starts to pick Pickles up when Pickles counters with a small package. The ref makes a count...1-2-kickout! Wayne flips up, then hits Pickles with a back kick, followed by a snap kick, which sends Pickles down in a sitting position. Getting behind him, Kris lifts him up so that he is in a kneeling position, then he holds both of Pickles arms while putting his knee in the middle of Pickles' shoulder blades. Wayne then pulls backwards on Pickles' arms. After a few moments, Adz thinks about climbing the steps and getting in the ring. Pryde watches Adz, but Pickles summons his strength and powers out of the standing surfboard.
Doc: Looks like both guys getting out the submission holds...but trust me, it always turns out being a slugfest.
Brad: I think you are right on that score. We should see the technical aspects get thrown out the window.
Right on cue, Pickles retaliates with rights and lefts. Stunning Shadow, Pickles whips him into the ropes and hits a clothesline that spins him around in the air. Picking Wayne back up, he hits a German suplex, holds it, then hits another one, then picks Wayne up and drops him face first to the mat. Rolling him over, he makes a lateral press, covering his opponent...1-2-kickout. Pryde pumps his fist in the air in joy, while Adz grimaces. Getting Kris to his feet, he starts slapping him, while Wayne just looks woozy. Looking over at Adz, he starts laughing, then slaps Wayne again. Mugging for the crowd, he starts to slap his opponent again, when Wayne blocks his hand, applies a wristlock, knees him in the gut, releases the lock, backs up, and hits a spin kick. Pickles charges and Kris hip-tosses him. As Pickles starts to get up, Shadow applies a snap mare. Pickles gets up, starts to charge, and is nailed with an arm drag, which Wayne turns into an armbar briefly before releasing it and flipping to his feet. Pickles starts to roll away, but Wayne baseball slides right into him, impacting his back and stopping him cold. Shadow grabs his legs, flips over top, bridges and puts him in a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Shadow tries to bury an elbow into his midsection, but the Television champ moves out of the way. Pickles gets to a vertical base, staggers back into the ropes, slightly bounces off, then leaps at Kris, hitting a slightly modified Thesz Press. Sending shots into Wayne's face, Kris covers up, letting his arms absorb much of the damage. Grabbing Shadow by the arm, he whips him into the ropes and hits a dropkick. Cinching him up, he hits a brainbuster, which leads to yet another pin attempt for Pickles...1-2-foot on the ropes!
Brad: Nice ring presence by Kris Wayne. He knew where he was, he knew where the ropes were...
Doc: He knew that his manager would have already run in if he wasn't close to the ropes...
Brad: Keep singing that same song, parrot!
Both men get to there feet, and Pickles sends a boot into Wayne's stomach. Jumping up, Pickles tries a Rocker Dropper, but ends up on his ass. Wayne flips over him, grabbing and snapping his neck back in the process. Kris gets over to the second rope and hits with a knee drop. Climbing to the top rope this time, Shadow waits until he is on his feet, then connects with a high cross body. Adz jumps on the apron as Wayne makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Adz drops back down to the floor, and Pryde gets a chair ready. Inside the ring, Pickles jabs Kris with a thumb to the eye. Taking advantage, Pickles then connects with a vertical suplex. Cinching him back up, he holds Wayne high in the air for what seemed like an eternity before dropping the second vertical suplex! Another pin attempt is made...1-2-kickout! Mad, Pickles grabs Wayne and puts him on his shoulders. From there he executes a Fireman's Carry DDT. He makes a cover...1-2---Pryde grabs Kris' leg and puts it on the ropes. The ref calls for the break, and and Jason pulls Shadow out of the ring. Adz starts going toward them, and the ref gets out of the ring to intercept him and tell him that if he gets involved, he'll throw him out. Adz puts his hands up in the air as if to say, "Who me?" Pryde grabs a glass of water out of Doc's hands and throws it in Wayne's face. Shouting some advice and whispering some more, he helps Shadow back in the ring as the ref backs up Pickles. Slightly damp, Shadow locks up with Pickles, jumps up, and puts a dropkick in his chest. Not quite nailing it right, instead of flipping over and landing on his feet, he just falls straight down. Still, Pickles got the worst end of the deal, and the still groggy challenger gets to his feet. As Pickles rises, Wayne goes to work with his "educated feet." First, he hits a leg sweep kick, then as Pickles gets up, he is nailed with a jumping side kick, sending him to the mat. Shadow then pushes Pickles head down as he tries to rise, and Kris delivers a kick with the top of his foot to Pickles face. The step kick leaves the champ laying prone, and Wayne delivers a lionsault, which is then followed up with a cover! 1-2---kickout! Clasping Pickles arm, he drags the champ up and performs a short arm roundhouse kick. Wayne drops down for another cover...1-2----kickout! Kris runs his fingers through his hair as he sighs wondering what he has to do to put the champ out. As Pickles gets to his feet, Kris runs up and starts a flying head scissors, when Pickles grabs him and drives him down powerbomb style. The Champ drops a leg, then another, then another. Hooking the leg, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout! The Television champion then cinches up his challenger and demonstrates a swinging single arm DDT. Instead of going for the cover, he gets to the top rope and starts a swanton bomb. Pryde grabs Wayne's legs and pulls him out just as Pickles lands. Adz has had enough. He sprints around the ring, chasing after Jason. As those two makes their laps, Pickles lays down on the mat, as Shadow lays on the arena floor. With no other choice, the ref makes a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-Pickles gets up, and Shadow gets to his feet as Pryde and Adz run past. The Champ grabs the challenger by the hair and gets him in the ring. Whipping him into the ropes, he runs the opposite side and starts a high cross body, buit Wayne leaps up in the air with a dropkick, which sends Pickles crashing to the ground.
Doc: Pickles is making him waste all of his energy. Just like Rocky 3, when Clubber Lang beat on Balboa for an eternity...Rocky just came back and beat his ass.
Brad: You do know we aren't in a movie, right? This has been a good match. Pickles dominated earlier, but now Shadow has the advantage.
Wayne goes to Irish Whip Pickles into the turnbuckles, but Pickles reverses it and sends Wayne into the turnbuckles with a spine-shattering whip. Wayne bounces forward from the impact and straight into Pickles who goes to deliver a T-Bone suplex. As he throws Wayne, Wayne is able to flip over and land on his feet. Pickles gets up and turns around right into a Wayne dropkick. Pickles staggers back as Wayne dropkicks him again. Pickles falls back, bounces off the ropes and right into a superkick from Wayne! Wayne covers 1...2... kick out!
Brad: Wayne looks impressive, Doc...
Doc: It's just a matter of time before Pickles wins...
Wayne picks Pickles up and sets him up for a suplex. Pickles blocks it as Wayne tries again. Once again, Pickles blocks the suplex before sending a vicious knee into the stomach of Wayne. Wayne doubles over as Pickles sets him up for a powerbomb. Wayne reverses into a hurricanrana, but Pickles stops him upside down, hooks him up and hits a Styles Clash!!
Doc: PICKLES' DEBUTED HIS NEW MOVE!! THE PERSONALITY CLASH!!!
Brad: Is it like our personality clash?
Both Adz and Pryde, who have kept the chase going on and off for awhile see the move being performed. Pryde gets into the ring, and Adz follows. Pickles tries to clothesline him, but Pryde ducks and keeps going, jumping out of the ring. Adz stops, sees Wayne lying there, jumps high in the air as Pickles shouts, "NOOOOOOO," and drops an elbow with all 275 pounds of fury behind it. The ref calls for the bell immediately...
Brad: Hehehe...I think Adz got confused...
Doc: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! All he had to do was leave the ring and Pickles could've gotten the win.
Brad: Look at it this way...your buddy loses the match but keeps the belt!
As Pryde helps Wayne out of the ring, Pickle starts yelling at Adz. Adz responds by hanging his head and trying to apologize. Pickle gives him some more hell, then grabs his belt and returns to the locker room, leaving Adz in the ring to pout.
KRIS WAYNE |
We open up to Dynamite Newton storming his locker room. After the loss he just suffer's on his return to the ring he seems pissed off. He slams his fist hard onto the glass table shattering the top. With cuts on his hand he turns to see the figure of Croc standing watching in the door way. Normally Croc would be living this moment up but suprisingly he looks concerned. Newton doesnt acknowledge him at first untill Croc takes a step forward towards Newton. Newton steps up ready to defend himself when Croc lifts up a hand.
Croc: Woow there cowboy. Calm down. I am not here to cause trouble. I just need a word.
Dynamite Newton: Came to boast about my loss? Well Croc forget it.
Croc: Look I know we have had our differences. Battles, wars, whatever you want to call them. Look back in the old cWF you changed a little before we closed. You started thinking about yourself and not them jackass's that people call fan's. Maybe the Explosive One should come back. Maybe Chris should return and Dynamite should be thrown out the window.
Dynamite Newton: Your having a laugh right. Why would you want to help me out?
Croc: The thing is in this new home that we call RAWF us old cWF superstars need to stick together to stay strong.
Dynamite Newton: Things dont work like that with us Croc. cWF collegues or whatever. The Aussie Icon does not help Dynamite Newton under any circumstances. To you im a jackass, and to me you are an even bigger jackass. Answer me this, when did Croc become a helping hand?
Croc: As of right now. I seen a BIG difference back then Chris and with the start you have had here you need to do the same again.
Newton steps down a little and begin's to think. Taking yet another step back he sits down on the sofa infront of the shattered glass. With his boots scratching at the glass he looks deep into the camera.
Dynamite Newton: RAWF, set yourself up, get ready, prepare and look out for the return of the big bad son of a bitch Chris "Explosive" Newton. Expect no mercy and feel the heat.
Newton looks towards where Croc was standing only to see he has gone. We return to ringside.
"God Of Thunder" rocks the Hershey Park Arena as Seann Storm appears at the top of the ramp ...by himself. He he stalks his way to ringside and stops near the ring. Suddenly, from under the ring, Jza pops up looking ominous. Together, they climb into the ring. Seann slowly removes his sunglasses and intructs the ring attendant to be careful with them. Jza removes his coat and tosses it to the attendant, then does some jumps and stretches.
Brad: The New Blood have a chance here to go to Conquest and face the World Tag Team Champions! But first, they have to get by the FORMER World Tag Team Champions in the Inevitables!!
Doc: They may be able to get by Death and Taxes, but even if they do, they don't stand a chance at beating Dee and Magnum ...I don't care how many holes Dee aqquired on his body tonight.
Levitan: And their opponents....
"Mr. Scary" by Dokken plays and the crowd gets on their feet in anticipation...
Levitan: At a combined weight of 611 pounds .....the team of DEATH & TAXES....THEEEE INEVITABLES!!!!
The masked duo make their way to the ring side by side. As they get to the bottom of the ramp, they charge full blast into the ring, diving headfirst under the ropes. The New Blood hit the high road, getting out of the ring. The Inevitables gives the crowd some poses and after a few minutes, Storm and Rian get back into the ring and stare at the former champs.
Brad: It's been awhile since we've seen The Inevitables in tag team action, but I know they've been hungrily awaiting this match up all week.
Doc: Which means they've been training over at Denny's? Is that what you mean?
The ref gets both teams down to one man each in the ring and signals for the bell. Storm starts out for his team, against Taxes. Both men circle around the ring, each taking a pot shot at the other�s partner, dropping both to the floor. Both Death and Jza hop back up on the apron and start to enter the ring. The ref, being closest to the New Blood corner, warns Jza to stay out. This allows Death to enter the ring and menace Storm, who swings around and nails him with a big right hand. He turns around, and finds himself looking at the sole of Taxes� big boot as it lands square on his nose. The ref succeeds in running Jza out of the ring and turns around just in time to see Death leaving the ring. He runs across to admonish the Inevitable, who immediately disavows any wrong doing. The ref turns back to the action inside the ring as Taxes has just laid a series of stomps to the chest of Storm, rolling him into a neutral corner. The masked man picks his opponent up, and gets a big right hand in the breadbasket for his troubles. Storm continues to pound at the midsection of the big taxman, backing him off, giving Storm a chance to stand up and start throwing combinations at the big man�s head. Taxes finally has enough of this and grabs Storm by his neck and lifts him up, choking him. The ref warns Taxes and Storm is deposited rather unceremoniously into the corner.
Doc: That's right ref, give him hell!! Disqualify him if you have to!
Brad: A very intense feeling to this match. It's almost as if there's a storm brewing.... no punintended toward the "God Of Thunder".
Doc: You'd better be careful what you say about Seann Storm! The man was a huge star with the last company he worked with and is planning on being huge here in RAWF as well! If you want to stay in one piece you better button your lip Brad.
Brad: I'll consider myself warned.
The ref slips between the two men and backs Taxes off a couple of steps with a warning, allowing Storm to get his senses and retreat to his corner. Once there, he tags in his fellow New Blood member, who waits for his chance and throws a textbook standing dropkick into the mug of Taxes. Death enters the ring, and gets the same treatment, sending him out to the floor. Taxes stands up and tries to hit a big boot, only to have Jza drop down with a drop toehold, neutralizing the height advantage. Jza begins to crank on the toehold, turning the ankle back in a very painful direction, causing Taxes to give a yell of pain. As death returns to his corner, Jza drags his opponent into the corner and tags Storm, who climbs to the top turnbuckle, and comes down over his partner, driving a knee into the back of Taxes, who again yells in pain. Storm watches for a moment as the former Tag Team champ crawls towards his corner, then grabs him by the foot and drags him back into the corner. Taxes rolls over onto his back, removing some of the pressure, and places his other boot into the middle of Storms chest, and with a mighty shove, sends him right into Jza, causing Storm�s partner to drop to the floor. Taxes gets up with a limp and lays a couple of massive right hands to Storm�s mug, then hip tosses him out of the corner. The pressure of the move causes Taxes to drop to one knee. As Storm gets to his feet Taxes stands and dives at his corner, making the tag, although the ref doesn�t see it, as Jza was sliding in under the bottom rope at the same time. Death hits the ring, and hits Storm with a massive clothesline. He scoops him up and nails a standing powerslam. He goes for the quick cover, but the ref waves off the count, telling the Inevitable he didn�t see the tag. Death says something to the ref that causes a few fans at ringside to gasp, and the ref to issue Death a warning about being disqualified. Death stalks back to his corner and Taxes, having had a moment to rest his leg, walks across to where Storm lays. He picks his opponent up and whips him into the ropes, setting for a back body drop. Unfortunately, this is badly telegraphed, and Storm deftly leapfrogs over the back of Taxes and hits the opposite ropes. Storm goes airborne for a flying forearm, and finds himself caught in mid air! Momentarily stunned by being caught, he is introduced to Taxes knee with a backbreaker. Then again. Then a third time. Storm gives a yelp of pain on the third drop and is plopped to the canvas. Taxes then stalks across the ring and tags in Death, who walks over and drops knee across Storm�s throat, causing him to flail about. Death watches his opponent flop around like a fish out of water for a moment, then grabs him by his hair and hauls him to his feet. He sets Storm on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and nails a huge release belly-to-back-suplex on him, sending Storm skidding halfway across the ring towards the opposite neutral corner.
BRAD: Wow, I did not expect Death to
hit that amazing top rope belly-to-belly suplex! The
Inevitables are definitely bringing their A game
tonight.
Brad: Cover that man!!! A hook of the leg... 1....2...
Suddenly the arena goes completely dark.
Doc: Uh oh, don't tell me Mr. Hershey forgot to pay the electric bill...
Brad: What's going on??? What's happening in the ring? I apologize folks, we appear to be experiencing some technical difficulties...
As suddenly as they went off, the lights come back on and we see Taxes laid out on the canvas apparently unconscious! Death is laying on the ramp and looks like he has just been waylayed as well. Storm gets to his feet and looks around. Jza also gets up and looks at Storm questioningly. Storm shrugs, then climbs to the top rope. Jza goes to another corner and does the same. Storm leaps and hits Taxes with a split legged moonsault!! He rolls clear of the Inevitable and allows Jza to launch from the turnbuckle and hit a Wing Clipper!!! Storm covers Taxes ...and the end result is a 1...2...3!
Brad: The New Blood wins ...but I suspect treachery!!! I don't think those lights went out by themselves!! Someone pulled the plug!!
Doc: Wonk wonk wonk! All I know for sure is that it will be The New Blood versus The Elite Establishment at Conquest!!!
Voice: Oops ....did I do that??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
The figure melts into the shadows as the camera fades out.
Highway: What do you mean I'm banned from ringside for the main event???
Kit: You heard me! You will be fired immediately if you take one step past that curtain! And that goes for Vice as well!
Vice: Hey, that's not a problem. I have every confidence in our "special referee" to keep order out there tonight.
Highway: Huh? Who's going to be the referee?
Kit: Someone who can handle it. Someone who has a lot riding on the outcome! Now get the hell out, both of you. I've got stuff to do.
Highway: Oh geez, don't tell me you chose..
Kit: OUT!!! NOW!!!
Highway quickly obeys. Vice smiles and follows him out. Kit leans back in her chair and opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a referee shirt. There is a knock on the door...and Croc comes strolling in unannounced. Kit stuffs the shirt back in the drawer and glowers at him.
Kit: Don't they know how to knock in Australia??? What the hell do you want Croc, and make it fast.
Croc: Oh, I just thought you might want to wish me luck tonight ...seeing as you and I seem so very much alike.
Kit: What in the hell are you talking about??
Croc: Oh please Kit, I've seen the way you've looked at me. That very first day I was here signing my contract I saw you undressing me with your eyes...
Kit: WHAT????!!!!!!
Croc: Oh Kit, your so lovely when your angry. Spare me the dramatics though won't you? What say after my victory tonight, you and I have a nightcap...at my hotel room if you'd like. More descrete.
Kit: YOU....YOU.... GET THE HELL OUT BEFORE I FIRE YOUR AUSSIE ASS!!!!
Croc: I should of known you'd be the "play hard to get" type. Well, that's fine, I do love games. I'll be seeing you later.
Croc leaves and Kit stares after him, still stunned by the events that we just witnessed. As the show returns to the ring, we hear her scream in revulsion.
Brad: Cut him some slack man�
The lights start to flash as Adz�s music begins�
THE INEVITABLES VS. THE NEW BLOOD
Levitan: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ....at a combined weight of 440 pounds ...the team of JZA RIAN AND SEANN STORM ...THE NEW BLOOD!!!
DOC: You call that amazing? That
was like seeing walrus fall onto his back. No form
what so ever!
As Storm lays in the middle of
the ring, holding onto his back, Death gets up and
begins to walk over to him. As he turns him over and
picks him up by the hair, Storm reaches and gouges the
eyes of Death. Death spins around quickly, holding his
eyes as Storm leaps and tags in Jza. Jza leaps over
the top rope and delivers a wicked clothesline on the
blind Death. Death begins to grab his head and flail
around as Jza smiles a bit and taunts Taxes. As Jza
taunts, Taxes make an attempt to rush in to exact some
revenge. As the referee sees this, he rushes over and
orders Taxes back into the corner. Storm and Jza seize
the opportunity and begin their double team maneuvers.
Storm quickly goes to the top rope and awaits Jza. As
the referee continues to be oblivious to the
situation, Jza picks up the heavy Death and puts him
between his legs, indicating that he is going to hit a
powerbomb. As Jza picks him up, Storm leaps from the
top rope perch. Jza then executes the sit down
powerbomb and quickly rolling out of the way as Storm
lands perfectly a flying legdrop. Death begins to
convulse in the middle of the ring as Storm rolls out.
Jza makes the pin attempt. 1,2,3! But the referee is
still holding back Taxes. Jza looks at the referee and
begins to get frustrated. He gets up and walks over to
the referee and makes him realize that he is pinning
Death.
BRAD: I can�t believe the New Blood
executed that move! Unfortunately the referee was
still distracted with Taxes to make the pin count.
DOC: Damnit! The New Blood
should�ve won that match! Curse Taxes, curse him good!
Jza gets the referee to turn around and he tries the cover again. The ref counts 1...2..kickout by Death!! Jza pounds on the mat in frustration and and walks over and tags in Storm. Storm picks Death up and whips him into the ropes. Death ducks his clothesline attempt. Storm spins around as Death rebounds. The Inevitable plasters Storm with a flying shoulderblock. The crowd pleads for Death to make a tag as both men stir. Death crawls toward his corner as Storm climbs to his feet. Storm tries to cut him off, but at the last possible second, Death makes the tag. Taxes charges in guns a blazing. He levels Storm with a haymaker. Jza leaves the corner and comes running in, only to be met by another haymaker that floors HIM as well. Storm gets up and Taxes plants him with a big boot. Jza gets up and recieves the same gift. Taxes bellows out a battlecry as he stands over his fallen opponents. He picks Storm up and sets him in suplex position...and executes a Write Off!!!
SEANN STORM & JZA RIAN!!!
The camera pans back to a dark room somewhere in the bowels of Hershey Park Arena. We see the shadow of a figure near an open fuse box. We see switches and wires coming out of the box, and we hear the figure laughing.
The camera pans into Kit's office. Vice, Highway, and Kit are all sitting around. Highway looks like he swallowed some arsenic.
ADZ VS. BAGGS (C)
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF United States Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger ... from London, England... weighing 275 pounds ....THE "LEGEND" ADZ!
Doc : Legend? Adz isn�t a legend, he�s an idiot.
Brad : What an opportunity for Adz tonight� a US Title shot against Baggs!
Doc: Can anyone actually see Adz winning?
Brad : Well I think the crowd in the arena can, and everyone at home can, they want him to anyway, and you know what, I think he can do it!
Doc: I don�t, because Baggs rules! Go Baggs!
Levitan: .And his opponent... from South Boston, Virginia.... weighing 265 pounds .... he is the RAWF United States Champion... BAGGS!
Adz smiles and takes the belt, looking at Baggs like he just recieved a puppy for Christmas... such a happy face. Until Baggs slugs him across that face and sends him reeling.
Brad: I should have known.
Doc: Heheheh. Baggs knows he's in there with a complete moron, he's going to take every advantage of it too.
Baggs knees Adz in the stomach and hurls him toward the ropes, catches him around the waist and lands an overhead suplex. Baggs with a pin but can only get a two count. Baggs applies a rear chinlock and wrenches back as Adz reaches around for the ropes. His attempts get weaker and weaker until no movement at all. The ref checks his arm.
Doc: Looks as if Baggs has Adz down and out here. C'mon ref, do yer job!
Brad: He is, checking the arm.
Doc: There's one, no movement. And another drop, one more and Baggs retains his US title.
Brad: And there's number thr.... NO, Adz gets his arm up, he's still in this thing!!!
Doc: Come on Baggs, choke the life outta him.
Brad: Oh now that's brilliant advice, get the man DQ'ed why don'tcha?
Adz is struggling in the hold and is able to push back with his legs and roll out of the maneuver, but Baggs hangs on and then applies a standing sleeper. Adz reaches up and, clutching the back of Baggs' head, sits down, slamming Baggs' jaw hard. Baggs falls to the mat, holding his jaw, Adz rolls over to the ropes and drags himself up.
Brad: Baggs is down and Adz looks to be in control now, he could take the match for his own.
Doc: Don't count out any member of Damage Inc. until the ref's hand slaps three.
Adz walks over to Baggs, but Baggs reaches up and catches him with a thumb to the eye. Baggs is up and attempts a suplex, but a counter by Adz and then a DDT. Adz rolls Baggs over but can only get a two count. He lays in a few boots to Baggs' midsection and then lands a running elbow drop into the same area. Adz attempts another cover, but again can only get a two.
Brad: Two close calls for Baggs there, any longer and he wouldn't be a champion anymore.
Doc: He's a born champion, a few boots and an elbowdrop can't keep that stud down.
Adz picks Baggs up and places him in position for the Adam Bomb.
Brad: Here it comes, we could have a new champion!!!!!
Doc: Wake up Baggs!!!!!!
Adz flips Baggs up on his shoulder, but Baggs is able to ride it through and puts Adz in a reverse DDT position, turns it around and lands a modified chin buster. Baggs is able to force a cover. 1..2..2.7 and a kickout by Adz. Baggs looks up at the ref with fury in his eyes and gets to his feet.
Brad: Oh yeah, big man gonna beat up the referee, why can't you just keep your eyes on the match ya big oaf?
Doc: Big oaf? He got robbed right there, I don't think Adz even moved.
Baggs eyes the referee and backs him into the corner. Adz is up behind him and runs in. Baggs moves and Adz almost crashes into the official, stops just in time and turns to be caught with a Fatal Blow to the chin. Adz falls to the outside, stumbling over the referee's leg.
Brad: Smart move by Adz, slamming on the brakes but it definitely cost him as Baggs delivers the destructive Fatal Blow.
Doc: A smart move? The man's lying face down out here. And now, here comes the champion. Should we scoot over and let him join us for a bit? Adz won't mind.
Brad: You know you are about as dimwitted as most of the people in Damage Inc.
Doc: *gasping* I'm gonna tell Dirge you said that.
Brad: Woopty doo.
Baggs now pursuing the fallen Adz on the outside. Baggs picks his opponent up and irish whips him into the barrier and then thrusts Adz shoulder first into the ring post. Baggs tosses Adz back into the ring and makes a lude gesture toward the jeering fans in the front row before sliding beneath the bottom ropes.
Brad: And now we're back in the ring, the stripe is over there nursing his leg.
Doc: Awwww, his wittle weg hurts. If he'd get out the way every now and again, he'd have two good wheels.
Brad: Do you ever say anything positive at all???
Doc: My hair stylist is the man. There, happy?
Brad: .......
Baggs boots Adz in his stomach as he stumbled to his feet and then sent him into the corner with a clubbing clothesline. Baggs runs into the corner only to find nothing but pad and steel. He bounced backwards from the impact and is rolled up from behind by Adz who pulls off a near three count. Adz and Baggs each spring to the their feet and eye each other with intense loathing. They lock up and Adz shoves Baggs into the corner, then starts kicking him viciously over and over. Baggs starts to slump ....Adz keeps kicking. Baggs falls to a sitting position, his head lolling back against the second turnbuckle. Adz stomps his head about six times, then backs off. Baggs remains in the corner, his arms resting on the second rope on each side of the post. Adz charges in and drives a knee to Bagg's face. Then he picks him up and press slams him to the canvas. The crowd cheers. Adz goes for a cover. 1...2... kickout by the champion. Adz pulls Baggs to his feet again and slugs him for good measure. Baggs stumbles away blindly, trying to escape, but the challenger stays on him, clubbing him across the back with a double axehandle. Baggs goes to one knee. Adz pulls him back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Adz goes for a back bodydrop, but Baggs kicks him right between the eyes as he bends over. Adz grabs his face and staggers away. Baggs comes up behind him and atomic drops him face first into the corner turnbuckle.
Doc: OOOOOOH! That will dislocate a jaw real easy! Which in Adz case would be an improvement.
Brad: Baggs now on the offensive. He bodyslams Adz, then hits the ropes ....monster legdrop to Adz throat!!!
Baggs picks his challenger up and whips him into the corner hard. Adz hits the turnbuckles and comes stumbling out. Baggs grabs him and with quick laser like precision executes a snap suplex that causes even the crowd to "oooh" in admiration. Baggs gets up and smirks at the fans, then glares down at Adz with disgust. He places his foot on Adz' face and twists it around, causing Adz to squirm in agony, grabbing his nose. Baggs picks him up and lambastes him with a a trio of punches to the face, then grabs him and lifts him into a fireman's carry ...and drops back with him. The ring shudders upon impact. Baggs tries a cover. 1...2...Adz kicks out. Baggs drags his opponent to his feet and tries a DDT. He nails it! He pulls Adz to his feet again, and places him in postion for a powerbomb. Baggs cries out and lifts his massive challenger up and drives him to the mat head and neck first!!!
Doc: IT'S GOT TO BE OVER!! What power by the United States Champion!! Cover that man!!!
Baggs does so. The ref counts 1...2...
Brad: He got a shoulder up!!! It's not over yet!!
Doc: Damn, not only is Adz a moron, he's a damn STUBBORN moron!
Baggs gets up and yells at the ref, convinced it was a slow count. The ref points two fingers and doesn't back down. Baggs shoves him. The ref gets brave and shoves him back, then warns him he will disqualify. Baggs gives him a "whatever" gesture, and turns and waits for Adz to get groggily to his feet.
Doc: HERE IT COMES!! HERE COME THE FATAL BLOW!!
Baggs steps up and goes to deliver his finisher, but at the last split instant, Adz ducks. Baggs steps past him and spins around, Adz grabs him and gives him a belly to belly suplex! Both men lie still on the mat. The ref starts to count them out. 1...2...3...4...5...6...Adz sits up ...7...8...Baggs sits up and crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Adz stands up and Baggs charges ....and recieves a spinebuster for his troubles!!! The crowd cheers Adz on. He picks the champion up and slugs him a few times, then whips him into the corner. He steps up and straddles Baggs and delivers quick punches to the face. The crowd counts along "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!" Adz steps down and Baggs does a comical drunken stumble out of the corner. Adz grabs him from behind and gives him a neckbreaker!! A cover! 1...2...Baggs kicks out. Adz picks him up and goes to slug him again, but Baggs rakes him across the eyes in desperation. Adz clutches his eyes and backs up. The ref goes to admonish Baggs, but gets in the way when Baggs goes to level Adz with a Fatal Blow! The ref takes the force right in the chest and tumbles to the canvas. Adz recovers and charges the U.S. Champ, walloping him with a lariat. Then Adz looks to the crowd, who send him a decent pop, encouraging him on. He picks Baggs up and delivers a ATOM BOMB!!! Adz covers him.
Brad: ONE ...TWO ...THREE!!!!
Doc: Heheheheh. Four....five....six... You can count all you want Brad, but the ref is out cold! Hey, what's Zak Hackett doing coming out here?
Indeed, Zak Hackett picks his way through the crowd and leaps over the ring barricade. He grabs the United States belt and ducks down, waiting for a chance. Adz stands up and goes to try to revive the ref. Baggs slowly gets up and tries to clear the cobwebs. Adz manages to get the ref to at least wake up, but the official is still very dazed. Baggs charges and clobbers Adz with a high knee to the back. Adz goes down hard. Baggs picks him up.....and that's when Hackett strikes. He slides into the ring silently and brandishes the belt. He goes to hit Baggs from behind, but the champ turns around and Fatal Blows the belt right into Zak's face. Zak collapses to the mat. Enraged, Baggs picks up his belt and whips Zak with it. Meanwhile, Adz is getting up. Baggs gets down in Zak's face and yells at him. Adz comes up behind him and rolls him up into a pin! The ref crawls over and makes a 1....2....3!!!
Doc: NO!!!! NO!!!! BAGGS GETS SCREWED AGAIN!!!
Brad: He took his eyes off of his opponent! You can't blame anyone but Baggs!!
Doc: I can blame that stupid Zak Hackett!! What in the hell business did he have down here???
Brad: Maybe you are forgetting that New Blood and Elite Establishment are not exactly friends????
Baggs gets up enraged even more!! He stomps on the referee several times, then goes over to stomp on Adz as well. Hackett gets up and levels him from behind with the United States Championship belt, then hands the belt to the semi-conscious Adz. Then Hackett removes his New Blood T-shirt and drapes it over Baggs' face and head. Adz rolls out of the ring, belt in hand and his arm raised in the air. Zak takes off out of the ring and over the barrier from whence he came.
With Baggs unconscious and shrouded in the ring, Adz stumbles up the ramp to the cheers of the crowd. When he gets to the curtain...Alex Layne is there to meet him!! He raises Adz' arm in victory and gives him a hug. Then both men disappear behind the curtain as the crowd gives them a huge ovation.
Doc: He's got a lot of anger and he's ready to unleash it here in the RAWF. G-Sex is in BIG trouble!
Levitan: And his opponent..... from Sacramento, California.... weighing 269 pounds ... this is G-SEX!!
Apoc picks G up and tosses him back into the ring. He rolls in after him, then picks him up and applies a Hell's Fury!!!!! G-Sex fights to escape, but to no avail. G-Sex slumps to one knee. The ref raises his arm twice and both times it falls. The crowd starts cheering "G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX!" and on the thrid time, the arm shoots up and starts shaking. G-Sex fights his way back to his feet, then kicks out with both legs and hits the turnbuckles, shoving Apoc back and to the mat, with G on top of him. Both men get up slowly and then start trading punches fast and furious. G-Sex gets the upperhand with three jolting haymakers and a headbutt! Apoc staggers slowly back and G shoulder tackles him to the mat! G-Sex stands up and smirks for the crowd, who eat it up and cheer their throats out! G-Sex picks up Apoc and sets him up for the Sex Drive!!! However...Jake December comes streaking down the ramp and dives into the ring. G-Sex sees him and lets go of Apoc to face this new foe. Jake tries a spinning heel kick, but G catches it, spins Jake around and hits an atomic drop! Jake goes flying into the ropes and hangs there over them, oddly balanced. G-Sex goes to try the Sex drive on Apoc again, but gets an elbow in the ribs for his troubles. Apoc hits him with Fate's Remorse!!! G-Sex hits the proverbial deck. Apoc is about to cover him when Jake recovers and starts stomping on G!! The ref has no choice but to call for the bell! Apoc glares at Jake for a moment ....before shrugging and joining Jake in the fun.
Brad: WE NEED HELP DOWN HERE!!! Someone call security!!!!
Instead of security however ...help comes in the form of Blackjack Grier who comes racing down the ramp and slides in, chasing off Jake. Apoc doesn't run though and tries to hit BJG. Grier ducks under the swing and pops Apoc with a thumb to the eye, then a clothesline. Apoc hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. December scurries back up the ramp as Apoc yells promises of death and dismemberment to BJG!!
Brad: Thank god for Blackjack Grier!! Who knows how bad G-Sex could have been hurt!!!
Doc: That old coot should mind his own damn business.
"After Me" by Saliva blasts over the speakers and Baggs come strolling out from the curtain. He holds the United States Championship high, then gives it a kiss as he pauses at the top of the ramp. The crowd boos him mercilessly, but he just laughs at them and saunters down the ramp. He climbs into the ring and hands the belt to...ADZ?
Brad: WHAT? Is he forfeiting his title?? Why is he...
AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION!
ADZ!!!
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.... introducing first ... from Parts Unknown.... weighing 250 pounds .... APOCALYPSE!
"Disposable Teens" by Manson plays and the man they call Apocalypse saunters out of the curtain wearing black jeans, a black leather strap jacket, and a black and red mesh shirt. He has long black hair with a red stripe down the center. He has scars over his arms, and has an ankh over his eye. An awesome looking figure to say the least. He climbs into the ring and scowls, crossing his arms in wait.
Brad: A story of pain and suffering is Apocalypse. Abandoned at birth, left to raise himself on the streets, fighting to eat. He learned to hate the society that rejected him. A Martial artist took him under his wing to train him. He died during the training, and the new instructor ignored his abilities and shunned him. Once again, found himself on the streets, alone. Not a way to grow up and be a normal person.
"Still Ballin" by 2Pac plays and the crowd goes absolutely bonkers as G-Sex struts out of the curtain and poses for the crowd. He waears trunks with the Hershey's logo on them! He gyrates a bit for the ladies, then makes hi way down to the ring. He climbs up on the apron and does a little dancing.
Doc: G-Sex has made probably the single biggest mistake of his career when he came into the RAWF and started laying the badmouth to the Commissioner. What was he thinking?
Brad: I believe he was trying to make a splash, he was trying to make a name for himself, and he succeeded!
Doc: He succeeded alright...in getting the wrong guy *bleep*ed off! We could see retribution tonight!
The official calls for the bell, and the two start in by charging. G-Sex tries for a lock-up, but Apocalypse flips up and over his taller opponent. When he lands, Apocalypse reaches back, grabs G-sex by the chin, then drops down, hitting a neckbreaker. Flipping to his feet, Apocalypse runs the ropes and spears the G-man as he gets to his feet. Driving him to the canvas, he starts wailing away at the California native with a few lefts and rights, which incite the crowd. Starting a chant of "G-Sex, G-Sex," the crowd stomps away as they say their mantra, trying to pump up their favorite of the match. Seemingly filled with renewed strength, he starts firing back with shots, beating Apocalypse off of him. Quickly getting to his feet, he leapfrogs another attempted spear attempt, then runs the opposite ropes. Apocalypse keeps his balance, doesn't leave his feet as G-Sex goes over him, and then he decides to run the ropes. Both men try a high cross body block, but G0-Sex comes out the better, and his body crashes down on Apocalypse, whose body crashes down on the mat! The ref makes the count...1-kickout! Apocalypse gets to his feet and is treated to a side Russian leg sweep, followed by a leg drop. Getting his opponent to his feet, G-Sex cinches him up and delivers a textbook vertical suplex, while holding him straight up for several moments before bringing him down. As they impact with the mat, G-Sex rolls over and makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Not done yet, Apocalypse rakes the eys, and gets to a standing position. Running the ropes, he hits a hurricanrana on G-Sex, sending him to the mat. Grabbing G-Sex up, he heaves his opponent's 6'5" chiseled frame over the top rope and down to the floor below. Climbing the top rope in a hurry, he hurls his body through the air, nailing a perfect corkscrew moonsault on G-Sex. Climbing back in the ring, he runs the ropes, jumps up, bounces off the top rope, flips through the air, and lands back first on...the floor. G-Sex rolled out of the way just in time, and the official starts a count on both men...1-2-3-4-5-
Brad: That Apocalypse will do anything to get some offense! He doesn't seem to care about his own well-being. After hitting that first move, he shouldn't have pressed his luck. He needs to be more methodical about things...
Doc: Well excuse him for trying to win the match. He is a risk taker...willing to do what it takes. If he has to take his share of damage...so be it! He isn't like that sissy-Mary G-Sex. That priss wouldn't sacrifice his "pretty" face to win a match!
6-7-8-9- G-Sex rolls in and back out, stopping the count. Getting his opponent to his feet, G-Sex posts Apocalypse and heaves him into the ring. The "gong" of Apocalypse draws an "ooh" from the crowd, but that turns into cheers as soon as G-Sex pushes him into the ring and climbs the top rope. Jumping, G-Sex hits a dropkick, and makes a cover...1-2----kickout! Sensing victory, G-Sex picks up Apocalypse and cinches him up DDT-style. Before he can hit the Sex-Drive, G-Sex is a recipient of a well-placed low blow. Both men hit the mat, but Apocalypse rises faster. G-Sex gets up and is leveled with a clothesline. Apocalypse steps back and decides to go for the Fate's Remorse, but before the superkick can be delivered, G-Sex rolls out of the ring for a breather...Apocalypse follows him and G-Sex starts working the crowd, acting up with much bravado as he leads his opponent on a merry chase. G-Sex slides into the ring, and Apocalypse follows, which leaves him open for a little stomping. Getting Apocalypse to his feet, G-Sex whips him into the ropes and nails a powerslam. Working teh back some more, G-Sex hits a backbreaker across his knee. Finally, the flamboyant one slaps Apocalypse in a "bow and arrow." submission hold, with his knees buries into Apocalypse's back. Although G-Sex is taller, Apocalypse is not much lighter than him, so G-Sex has to give up the bow and arrow, with the strain of holding the move being too great. Still working on the back, G-Sex whips his opponent into the ropes and delivers a spinebuster. G-Sex makes the cover...1-2---kickout!
Doc: I'll give that fruitcake some credit...he really is concentrating on that back area..slowly taking the fight out of Apocalypse!
Brad: His game plan is sound...work on that back...get him hurt, soften him up for the big hit with the Sex-Drive!
Doc: He shouldn't wait too long to try it again, or else he'll give his opponent an big opening!
G picks Apocalypse up and whips him towards the corner. Apocalypse reverses it and G-Sex goes into the turnbuckles shoulder first. He cries out and steps back, holding his injured limb. Apocalypse spears him to the mat. Apoc picks G-Sex up and tosses him over the top rope and out onto the concrete. G hits shoulder first and cries out again, holding the shoulder. Apoc ignores the ref's warnings and climbs out of the ring, and pauses on the apron. G-Sex gets up and Apoc gets a running start across the apron and leaps, hitting with a suicide plancha. Apoc gets up scowling and grabs a nearby chair. He sets it on the floor, then picks G-Sex up. Apoc gets down on all fours and gives G-Sex a drop toehold ....G-Sex hits the chair face first!!!
Doc: Ouch ....that'll keep his dental work loose.
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BLAKE ZULU (C) VS. CROC VS. BIG KAHUNA |
Levitan: The following contest is for the RAWF TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first.... from Sydney, Australia.... weighing 248 pounds ... this is CROC!!
when ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is (bleep)ed,
everybody sucks."
Brad: Speculation has been running rampant back in the locker room about who will be refereeing this match! Will it be Highway? Will it be Vice? Will it be Layne??
Doc: And it could make a huge difference, no matter WHO it is. If it's Layne, he could practically handpick his opponent tonight if he wanted to!
Levitan: His opponent... from Honolulu, Hawaii.... weighing 284 pounds ... this is BIG KAHUNA!!
Always find another door
While at the gates of paradise they beat us down some more
But our mission's set in stone
'Cause the writing's on the wall
I'll scream it from the mountain tops pride comes before a fall"
Levitan: AND THEIR OPPONENT....
Until you took me, showed me around
My life is free now, my life is clear
I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear!"
Levitan: From Los Angeles, California.... weighing 232 pounds ...he is the RAWF Triple Crown Champion..... this is BLAKE ZULU!!
Zoo comes out to a trememdous ovation! He stops at the top of the ramp and scans over the capacity crowd in Hershey Arena. He grins and makes his way down to the ring. He climbs up on the apron, then scales the top turnbuckle and tips his Crown to the fans, who go crazy.
Brad: The proud father of a newborn baby girl!!! Zoo has got to be one of the happiest guys in the world right now!!
Doc: That will change REAL quick Brad. He's in there with two guys that want that crown VERY badly!! They want Alex Layne at Conquest! They want that World Title!! Kahuna has been chasing that belt for five months now!! He wants it in the worst way!
Zoo hands the crown to the referee, who shows it proudly to the crowd, then hands it to the timekeeper. The ref is just about ready to call for the bell when suddenly...
Can you feel I'm not like you anymore!
I can't see I can't breath!
See you quiver like the dogs on the streets.
Looking down on as I beat you.."
Layne appears to a tremendous ovation. Wearing regular street clothes and the World Title belt slung over his shoulder, he makes his way down to ringside and ....sits at the announcers table???
Doc: HEY! What the hell are YOU doing here?
Layne: Well, you know Doc ... I just thought I'd come out here and add some more class to the announcement team. Of course when I say MORE class, I mean more class than just Brad.
Brad: Thanks champ. Ummm....but if YOU aren't the special referee ....who is?
Layne: Beats the hell out of ...
An evil feminine giggle is heard over the loudspeaker...
Brad: No ..... don't tell me...
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back!"
Levitan: Introducing your referee for this main event ....KIT!
Layne: Guess she didn't trust anyone but herself to do the job right.
Doc: You know, as much as I love our CEO, especially since she writes our paychecks ...I'm not sure she's properly suited for this assignment.
Brad: Say it a little louder Brad, I'm sure she would love to hear your opinion.
Kit climbs into the ring and glares at each participant, then calls each one over one at a time to "pat them down for weapons". Zoo and Kahuna comply, but when Croc walks over he makes a show out of enjoying it too much. Kit quickly snaps at him, sticking her finger in his face. His grin turns to a look of surrender. He throws up his hands and backs off.
Brad: Croc better watch himself, he may end up seeking employment elsewhere if he isn't careful in there.
Doc: I hope she checked Zoo for bongs.
Layne: Having Kit in there is going to keep all three of them on their toes!
Kit calls for the bell, then steps back and watches the three competitors stare each other down. Croc is the first to act, charging at Kahuna and trying to clothesline him. Kahuna grabs him by the waist with one arm and side slams him to the mat. Zoo steps up and uses Croc's body as a springboard and hits Kahuna with a spinning back kick! Croc gets up and Zoo dropkicks him back to the mat. Kahuna gets up and recieves the same treatment! Both Kahuna and Croc roll out of the ring near the ramp. It takes them a second to realize they are standing near each other, and Kahuna is first to react. He wallops Croc with a forearm shot. Croc retaliates with a right hook to the jaw of BK. They trade blows back and forth ...until Zoo catapults himself over the top rope and hits BOTH men with a suicide plancha!!! The crowd goes bezerk, letting out a droning "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Brad: WHAT A MOVE BY THE TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION!!!
Layne: Yeah, that was a hellacious (bleep) leap!!! Zoo can really air it out.
Doc: Would you mind watching your language? This IS a family show. Act like a World Champion will you?
Layne: How would you like your headset shoved up your...
Brad: Gentlemen...PLEASE!
Kit stands at the ropes, yelling at the wrestlers to "get your asses back in the ring!" Zoo gets up and pulls Croc to his feet and rolls him back under the ropes. Zoo climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Croc to get up. He leaps and hits a flying bodypress!!! Zoo lands on top of Croc, but Croc uses the momentum of the impact to roll Zoo under him and make a cover. Kit counts 1...2... and despite the fact Croc grabbed a handful of Zoo's trunks, Zoo still manages to kick out. Both men get up and Croc plasters Zoo with an elbow to the throat. Zoo grabs his larynx and turns away, his back to The Aussie Icon. Croc grabs him around the waist and delivers a german suplex. Meanwhile, BK rolls back into the ring as Croc is standing and gloating over Zoo. BK spins Croc around and smacks Croc with a knife edge chop across the chest. Croc reels back and Kahuna does it again. Croc stumbles backwards into the corner. Kahuna drives a couple of elbows into Croc's chest, then whips him into the opposite corner. Upon impact, Croc bounces off and Kahuna practically decapitates him with a clothesline. Zoo struggles to his feet and Kahuna grabs him and bodyslams him, then drops an elbow on the Triple Crown Champion. With both of his opponents prone and dazed, Kahuna takes this opportunity to yell out a few choice words towards Layne at ringside. Then he picks Zoo up and tries a piledriver, but Zoo reverses it into a huge backdrop. The Big Hawaiian soars up and over, hitting the mat with a resounding thud. Zoo bounces off the ropes and hits with a fistdrop. He tries a cover. Kit counts 1...Kahuna kicks out quickly and both men climb to their feet. Across the ring, Croc has also gotten up and now all three stand facing each other once again.
Brad: You must be taking mental notes Alex. Which of these three would you prefer to wrestle next Sunday and which one do you think would be the toughest to beat?
Layne: All cockiness aside, I haven't the slightest... to either question Brad. I'm the World Champion and I'm willing to prove it to anyone who gets the opportunity. I don't give a damn whether it's Zoo, Croc, or Kahuna.
Doc: Gee, not the answer I was expecting. Who stuffed the humble pie down YOUR throat?
Layne: Shut up Doc, before I stuff something down your piehole.
Brad: Come on Doc, quit aggravating the man.
Kahuna, Croc and Zulu eye each other, all three breathing hard from the pace of the match thus far. Kahuna walks to the center of the ring and challenges either of them to come after him. Zulu takes this invitation and runs out, aiming a drop kick at the Hawaiian Titan. A drop kick that misses it�s mark as Kahuna sidesteps it. Kahuna peels Zulu up and tosses him into the ropes. He loads up a clothesline that he doesn�t get to deliver as Croc sneaks out of his corner and drops a double axe handle between Kahuna�s shoulder blades. As Kahuna crashes to the mat, Zulu goes airborne again, and lands his dropkick, right to the side of Croc�s head. As Croc goes down, Zulu hops up quickly and slaps a reverse chin lock on Kahuna as he starts to get up. Croc get sup and sees this and delivers a knee to the middle of Zulu�s back, dropping him, and Kahuna to the mat. Croc then goes nuts, stomping and kicking away at both of his opponents as if there were no tomorrow. Zulu rolls out to the floor to escape the flurry of kicks. Croc follows him, allowing Kahuna to catch his breath in the ring. Croc takes Zulu and drops him, chest first, across the barricade at ringside. Croc pulls the Triple Crown champion back up and delivers him into the ring post! In response to the sickening thud of his head meeting the post, Zulu collapses onto the floor. Croc returns to the ring, where Kahuna is on his knees in the corner. As Croc closes in on Kahuna, Zulu rolls over on the floor outside, his forehead busted wide open. Croc kicks Kahuna in the gut and throws him across to the other side. Kahuna rebounds off of the turnbuckles and with a yell, charges straight over, or through, Croc. The former TV champion is quick to get back to his feet, only to meet a flurry of right hands from Kahuna. The former Ironman Champion varies his attacks, mixing in some chops to Croc�s chest until it is as red as the blood on Zulu�s forehead. Kahuna whips Croc across the ropes and sets for a back body drop, which Croc rolls right through. He turns around and swings at Kahuna who blocks it and holds onto the arm. He spins Croc around and pins the arm behind his back. He then wraps his other big arm around Croc�s chest and lifts the Aussie Icon into the air, and slams him down with all of his might onto his arm! Croc yells in pain and rolls out under the ropes, grasping his arm in pain. Kahuna gets a very demented look on his face and looks over the ropes at Croc as he holds his arm. Zulu enters the ring from the other side and runs across, slamming his body into Kahuna trying to knock him over, but fails. Kahuna turns around and charges Zulu, who is a half of a second late in reacting. Zulu hits the canvas with a splatter as Kahuna clotheslines him to the mat. Kahuna turns around and goes outside to where Croc is shaking his arm to try to wake it up. Kahuna grabs him from behind and gives him a quick belly to back suplex. He then walks over to the metal ring steps and takes the top level off. He tosses these aside and picks up the groggy Croc. Zulu regains his feet in the ring, leaning on the ropes, and watches as Kahuna Rainbow Slam�s Croc onto the lower set of steps! Kahuna rolls off, shaking his right arm and smiling at Croc as he lays spread across the steps like a corpse. This accomplished, he returns to the ring to face Zulu. Croc still has enough left to roll off of the steps as Zulu and Kahuna square off. Kit looks a bit peaked, but shrugs it off and keeps watching.
Brad: My god! What a mess we have out here!!! Zoo is bleeding ....Croc may have a broken back from that Rainbow Slam on the steps!!! I don't think Kit knew quite what she was getting into out here, but she's still in there, trying to do her job!
Doc: She really shouldn't be out here. Refereeing is man's work.
Layne: Which is why you aren't qualified eh Doc?
With blood streaming down his face, Zoo takes a swing at BK, who ducks, then knees Zoo in the groin. Zoo doubles over and BK sets him up for a piledriver. Zoo backdrops him over, foiling the attempt. Zoo staggers over to the corner and leans against the turnbuckles to catch a breath. Kahuna climbs to his feet and Zoo charges, leaps into Kahuna's arms, grabs him around the head and hits a tornado DDT! Zoo gets a rush of adrenaline from the move and bridges up to his feet to the delight of the crowd! He propels off the ropes and hits a Munchie Factor! He covers and Kit counts 1...2... incredibly, Kahuna kicks out. Meanwhile, Croc has managed to crawl his way over to the apron and pulls himself up. He watches the action on the ring while trying to pull himself together. Zoo picks BK up and hits him with two short kicks to the stomach, then a savate kick that causes the big Hawaiian to do a header back to the canvas. Zoo stands up and smiles through his crimson mask at the crowd. He grabs Kahuna's ankle and puts him in The Bong Shooter! Kahuna cries out in agony as Zoo applies the pressure. Kahuna tries to claw his way to the ropes, but Zoo holds fast, not allowing it to happen. Kit leans down, asking Kahuna if he's ready to quit. Just as it looks like Kahuna can take no more...Croc blasts Zoo with a clothesline from behind. Zoo collapses to the mat and Kahuna crawls away to lie under the ropes. Croc picks Zoo up and hits him with several rapid fire punches that send the Triple Crown Champion reeling and swaying on his feet. Croc grabs him by the back of the head and delivers a reverse DDT! Croc gets up sneering and making a cut off motion, meaning he's ready to end it. He stalks over and climbs to the top rope..
Doc: This could be it!! If he hits this, you will be facing Croc next weekend at Conquest Layne!
Brad: Here he goes!! ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!! A new Triple Crown Champi...... ZOO KICKS OUT!! He got a shoulder up just before the three!!
Layne: Oh, these guys want it bad, real bad. This is one hell of a match.
Croc can't believe it, but nonetheless he pulls the bloodied Zoo to his feet and whips him into the ropes ...putting him in a sleeperhold!! Croc hangs on tight as Zoo waves his arms around trying to fight it. Eventually, Zoo sinks to his knees. Kit raises Zoo's arm once, it sags.....she raises it twice ...it falls again.....she raises it a third time and Zoo gives a thumbs up and the crowd goes ballistic. The astonishment on Croc's face is priceless as Zoo fights his way back to a standing position and with a burst of energy he drags Croc forward and gives him a running stunner! Croc bounces like a pogo stick and does the Nestea plunge to the canvas. Kahuna gets to his feet as Zoo is sitting up. Kahuna charges over and drives his foot into the back of Zoo's head. Then he walks over and drags Croc to his feet ...pulls him over to where Zoo is, picks him up and bodyslams him on top of Zoo! Kahuna then pulls both men to their feet and holds them by the back of their heads. He tries to noggin knocker them, but Zoo gets a hand up and blocks it, then grabs Croc and Kahuna by the back of THIER heads. He tries to ram their skulls together, but CROC gets a hand up and blocks it and then HE grabs Kahuna and Zoo by the back of their heads. Now all three of them stand linked together by each other and they all at once try it one last time .....all three heads ...Croc....Zoo...and Kahuna hit each other in the center of this corny huddle and all three collapse to the canvas.
Layne: Well now ....THERE'S something you dont see every day. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Doc: They all went down like bowling pins!!
Brad: Whoever gets up first will have the advantage! This is not only for the Triple Crown, but for a shot at the BIG prize! the belt that Alex Layne has on his lap as we speak! Who will it be? HEY...HEY! HERE COMES JAKE DECEMBER!!!
Kit said Highway couldn't come out ...she didn't say anything about his security force!!
Jake comes racing down the ramp and slides into the ring with a chair in hand. He walks over to Kahuna who is starting to sit up, but is cut off by Kit who screams at him and points toward the ramp. He doesn't back down ..and in fact starts threatening Kit with the chair!
Layne: Excuse me guys, I think Kit could use a hand...
Doc: Hey! Where do you think YOUR going??
Layne slides under the ropes and comes up behind December, grabbing the chair from him. December turns around and sees who is standing there. Layne brandishes the chair, but doesn't swing it, he just stands there menacingly. December throws up his hands and backs out of the ring and back up the ramp. Kit goes over to the ropes and climbs out, taking a step toward the ramp, still yelling at December as he retreats. As December gets to the curtain ....he's ambushed by G-Sex!!! G clobbers him across the back with a chair. December takes the shot, drops to his knees, and manages to get in a low blow. The two trade punches and disappear quickly behind the curtain however, and the focus returns to ringside where Kit is still distracted, making sure December is gone. Layne, still in the ring, smiles and raises his arms. The crowd cheers in approval.
Brad: There's your World Champion!! A man who will help in time of need ...a man who is a role model for young athletes, a man who...
Layne takes the opportunity to blast Kahuna over the head with the chair. Kahuna collapses back to the mat, his forehead busted open.
Doc: A man who is as rotten as they come!!! What a bastard!!!!
Layne gets out of the ring just as Kit turns around. Layne merely drops the chair, folds his arms and watches from outside the ring.
Brad: I must admit, I didn't expect that! But Alex Layne didn't get where he is today by not doing things the ugly way!
Kit stands among the three unconscious combatants and can do nothing but watch. Slowly, Croc gets to his feet. Not realizing that Kahuna is easier pickings at his point, he stumbles over to where Zoo is still lying and hauls the Triple Crown Champ to his feet. He hits him a few times, then whips him into the ropes and backdrops him on the return. Croc poses smugly for the crowd, who respond with a huge boo. Zoo sits up groggily, the blood now caking his forehead and hair. Croc grabs him around the throat and starts choking him. Kit tries to warn him, and he stops choking to argue with her. They bicker at each other for a moment ....then Croc steps up and grabs her ...and plants a long kiss on her!!! After a few tense seconds, Kit shoves him away and smacks him hard across the face. Her visage a mask of sheer rage, she punches him right in the groin and he falls to his knees, clutching himself.
Brad: I can't believe Croc had the audacity to do that!!!! What the hell was he thinking??????
Doc: Maybe he thought she'd lighten up! Maybe he thought she'd enjoy it! I have no idea, but it cost him!!!
Outside the ring, Alex Layne pulls a table out from under the ring and slides it under the ropes. Then he goes back to watching.
Doc: Somebody needs to get Layne out of here!!!! That table doesn't need to be in there!!!
Zoo gets up and sees Croc laying in a fetal position ....he sees Kahuna laying unconscious ..... and he sees a table now on the canvas. Zoo looks to the fans, who encourage him on! Chanting "Table! Table! Table!" He sets up the table, then pulls Croc to his feet and nails him with a spinning heel kick that sends him into the corner! Croc stumbles forward and Zoo grabs him and sets him up for the 420 Drop!!! He nails it and the fans erupt in another long chant of "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zoo doesn't go for the cover however, he picks Croc up and sets him on the table, then climbs unsteadily to the top rope!
Brad: WHY DIDN'T HE COVER CROC??? Zoo's taking a HUGE risk here, especially considering he has a little girl back hom named Hannah to think about!! He may not only be risking his unbeaten streak....but his career as well!!!
Doc: Dopey may have finally blown a gasket!!! Stupid stoner!!!
With the crowd cheering at a fever pitch ....Zoo leaps ....Kahuna, who just now managed to rise, pulls Croc off the table and Zoo crashes through it, breaking it in half. Zoo lies motionless. Kit throws her hands to her mouth in astonishment. Kahuna covers Zoo! Kit hesitates, still stunned ...but finally gets her bearings and makes the count. 1...2...
Brad: HE KICKED OUT!!! MERCIFUL GOD, HE KICKED OUT!!!
Doc: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Kahuna, with astonishment showing on HIS face now stands up and looks at the carnage of the table and Zoo. He glances over and sees Croc getting to his feet. Kahuna steps up and chops Croc back to the mat. Then Kahuna picks Zoo up and goes for a Tsunami!! But Zoo blocks the attempt and reverses it into a vertical suplex! Kahuna lands back first into the remnants of the table!! Croc and Zoo get up simultaneously and Croc goes for a Crockick, but Zoo ducks under it, grabs Croc by the back of the head and bulldogs him into the other half of the table!!!! The exhausted Triple Crown Champion climbs one more time to the top rope. He pauses there, with the crowd holding its breath! Then he leaps!
Brad: FROG SPLASH ON BOTH KAHUNA AND CROC!!!!!! MY GOD!! MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!!
Doc: UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!
Zoo lies unconscious atop both men and Kit makes a count. 1....2....3!!!
Brad: HE DID IT!!! MY GOD HE DID IT!!!
In the ring, Kit surveys the carnage. All three competitors lie still atop the wreckage of the table. Layne, with a huge grin on his face, picks up his belt and heads back up the ramp. The last thing we see as Chaos goes off the air, is Layne at the curtain, holding his belt high to the cheers of the crowd.
AND STILL TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION!
BLAKE ZULU!!!
Brad: It will be ALEX LAYNE VS. BLAKE ZULU AT CONQUEST!!! BUT WILL ZOO HAVE ANYTHING LEFT AFTER TONIGHT?????