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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first ... one half of the Tag Team Champions of the Wooorrrlld ...from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada... weighing 240 pounds ....he is an illustrious member of the New Blood...he is...SEANN STORM!!!
"God of Thunder" by Iced Earth blasts and Seann comes out to a fairly hostile crowd. Wearing his trademark shades, he rubs his championship belt to mock the fans in attendance. Stroking his goatee, the cocky tag champ struts down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and poses in the middle of the ring. Pyro then shoots out from the four turnbuckle posts. Giving a "most muscular" pose, the fans reign boos down upon him.
Doc: Well, I like his attitude, but anyone associated with Matt Higgerson can't be all there, in my book.
Brad: Truth be told, he has the walk to back up the talk. hat swagger comes from ability, whether you or I, or the fans like it or not!
Levitan: And his opponent...from Brilliant, in the Buckeye State, home of college football's National Champions!...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is...BLACKJACK GRIER!!!
"Lakini's Juice" by Live trumpets the coming of the technical master. Grier emerges from the back, with Hymie, and the crowd puts their hands together for the practitioner of the sweet science! Coming down wearing his Rusty Wallace racing jacket, white tights with blue stripes, and the boots that Ric Flair gave him, BlackJack looks ready to fight, although he still has the bandage on his head, and it looks stained with red. All business, he doesn't shmooze the fans, he just gets in the ring.
Brad: This is the match that has most intrigued me. Storm and Grier can flat-out wrestle. BlackJack can wrestle with anyone on the planet, and Storm is a risk taker that will put his body on the line! The x-factor in all of this is BlackJack's health. If he is injured, maybe they put this match off a week.
Doc: No, lets see what this guy can do hurt. Let's see how bad he wants it. Although I have to ask you one thing. "He can wrestle with anyone on the planet?" What does that mean? Any Joe Six-Pack can wrestle "anyone on the planet," it doesn't mean he'll win...
Brad: Excuse me...he can match holds with anyone on the planet...better?
Doc: I guess if its the best you can do...Anyway, here we have a New Blood member against a maverick technician. I think this will be your type of match, Brad...and here we go!
The referee makes the signal and the bell rings, starting the match. Seann whips around BlackJack fairly quickly, feigning punches and trying to psyche out his Ohioan opponent. Unfazed, BlackJack keeps Storm in front of him, waiting to see what his first move will be. Storm ducks, dodges, and works his way inside Grier's defenses, where he grabs BlackJack's arm, jumps, and scissor locks the opponents arm, pulling him down to the mat, as they fall, Seann turns the flying arm scissor into a crucifix arm bar, and BlackJack is put into a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! While both men remain on the mat, Grier grabs one of Storm's legs, and positions Seann's foot where it is in BlackJack's armpit. BJG then puts his arm under Seann's knee, sits back, and applies a leg scissors lock. Trying to expend as little energy as possible, Storm reaches over, stretches, and gets to the ropes. As the break is called, both men get to their feet, and BlackJack applies a side arm takedown. Seann kicks up with his left boot, and connects with BJG's temple, staggering him a little. Seann gets up and nails BlackJack with a leg lever takedown. As BJG gets to his feet, Storm grabs Grier by the throat, which is the precursor to the Fall From Grace. BlackJack kicks him in the interior of his knee, causing him to bend over slightly, and releasing the hold on his throat. BJG then performs a top wrist lock, clubs Storm with a knee, moves on to an inverted facelock, hooks Storm's tights, lifts him straight up in the air until he is upside down, then falls forward, dropping him back first to the mat. Getting Seann to his feet, BlackJack whips him into the ropes in preparation for a scoop slam, but Storm grabs the ropes, stops his momentum, charges BlackJack, who in turn drops to the mat. Seann hops over him and runs the opposite ropes, while BlackJack gets to his feet. Grier leapfrogs Seann when he runs back, and Storm keeps moving. BlackJack turns around steps up to meet Seann, tries a hip-toss, which Storm blocks. Seann headbutts his opponent, hip-tosses him, runs the ropes and demonstrates proper rolling thunder technique. Dragging BlackJack closer to the corner, S.S. jumps up and performs the split-legged moonsault! He goes for the cover...1-2-foot on the ropes!
Brad: What a match! The moves are coming fast and furious, with Seann Storm getting the advantage. He is using his strengths to stay ahead of BlackJack, he's going with his quickness, arial ability and guts!
Doc: If he doesn't use his speed, BlackJack will turn him into a pretzel. I don't know how much guts he has, but he does have a survival instinct...
Popping up, Seann comes back down with a standing leg drop. Looking at the bandage, Seann decides to work on Grier's "achilles heel," and attack the wound. Grabbing Blackjack in a headlock, Storm starts slamming a fist into the area of the bandage oozing red. The bandage starts to get a little more soaked with the red viscous fluid, and Storm stands up happy with his work. BlackJack slumps to the mat, motionless. Storm gets to his feet waving his arms around invictory, screaming the phrase "New Blood Rules!" and making the sign for Seann-ton Bomb. While he is busy celebrating, BJG stands up, smiles at the crowd, and takes off the bandage. Holding it up, the fans see several special effect "blood packets," along with a small metal plate, with packing on one side, to protect Grier's scalp. Storm turns around, and Grier tosses him the bandage. Storm winces and ducks the bandage, thinking it a disgusting thing to throw at him. Upon looking at it further, he realizes he has been duped, and when he looks up at BlackJack, Grier charges and sends several bionic elbows in Storm's head. Conjuring images of Dusty Rhodes, without the polka dots, of course, Grier spins his fists around each other, then hits a BIG bionic elbow, knocking his opponent down.
Doc: The Common Man, BlackJack Grier, hitting the elbows. If Sapphire comes back from the dead and shows up in the audience...I AM OUT OF HERE!!! Hehehehe...
Brad: Can't you even have respect for the dead?
Kicking the bandage out of the ring, BJG applies a figure four. Storm, in pain, tries to reach the ropes, but can't. Stopping to call upon reserves of energy, Seann relaxes for a moment, and his shoulders touch the mat...1-2-shoulder up! He stretches, pulls BlackJack a short distance, then relaxes one more time...1-2-shoulder up! Finally, Sean drags BlackJack far enough to where he can grab the ropes. The official calls for the break. Grier gets to his feet and watches as Storm hobbles to a standing position. Favoring the damaged leg, Seann tries to keep a distance, but Grier closes it quickly. Kicking the leg out from underneath him, BlackJack drops an elbow, then helps the half-crippled Storm to his feet. Spinning Storm around, he gets him in a headlock, then starts to apply an Oriental Spike submission hold. Feeling the his opponent's thumb start to put pressure on his carotid artery, Storm slips the headlock, drops down, and slams his head backward, sending it in Grier's groin. He then grabs his right leg, trips BlackJack to the ground, rolls forward and stands up. As he stands, he starts running, bounces off of the second rope, moonsaults off of it, sees BlackJack move, lands on his feet, and ducks a punch attempt. Throwing himself forward, he drives his shoulder into BlackJacks stomch, knocking him down. Grabbing his legs, he applies a slingshot catapult, sending Grier into the ropes, and over the top.
Doc: Referee isn�t counting! What�s going on?
Brad: It appears Storm is asking for the ref not to count Grier out!
Doc: Gutsy move by Seann. Normally I�d think it�s kinda stupid, but I�m feeling generous this week.
Brad: You forgot your one liner, didn�t you?
Doc: Yes� I mean no! Maybe�
As Doc and Brad bicker, Seann bounces off the ropes, and dives onto Blackjack with a plancha. Ref finally starts count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-Seann kips up and throws Grier back in the ring. As he slides in, however, BjG pokes him in the eye, in return Seann screams in pain. Grier gets up and raises his fist, signaling the fist drop is coming. Seann slowly gets up, and turns right into a scoop slam!
Brad: Here it comes!
Doc: �Again.
Brad: Grier up to the top rope for the fist drop! Bam, he hits it! Cover! 1-2-No!
Doc: I�ve always wondered, does Hymie like Heinies?
Brad: WHAT?!
Doc: Heinekens you idiot! German Beer!
Brad: Maybe you can ask him that on �My Dinner�.
Doc: Sheesh, ever since I got my show, everyone�s copied me.
Brad: Doc, you copied Stevie Midnight.
Momentary silence as Grier stomps away on Seann Storm. He then picks him up, and the voices return.
Brad: Slot Drop! Blackjack going for the Slot Drop!
Doc: No, Storm reverses,�
Brad: What the hell�?
Doc: THUNDER VALLEY DRIVER! TVD! Seann Storm debuts the TVD, just like he said he would backstage!
Brad: He told you this?
Doc: Yeah, I was a close friend to the New Blood, till that �Hack� stole my idea for a show.
Brad: Hahaha, sure. Wait, pinfall!
1-2-3 NO! The referee realizes Grier�s foot on the ropes. Rolling off of Grier, Seann backs off and waits for BlackJack to start standing up. When he does, Storm runs, jumps up, springs off the top rope, flips over BlackJack, grabs him around the waist, pinning his arms. He hooks both of Grier's legs with his feet, then shifts his weight forward, causing Grier to fall forward, with the momentum of two body weights. As BlackJack's face smashes into the mat, he nose instantly flows with blood. Storm turns him over and makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Dragging BlackJack to the center of the ring, Seann tries to pick him up, but gets rolled up in a small package...1-kickout! Hammering Blackjack as fast as he can with rapid-fire punches, Storm turns him over and locks him in a surfboard. Screaming in agony, Grier tries to power out of it by pulling his arms down. At first, Storm keeps the arms in perfect position, but BJG's strength advantage prove to be Seann's undoing, and the hold is broke. When BlackJack gets up, Seann nails him with an enziguri, dropping him to the ground. Making the signal for The Perfect Frog Splash, Seann Storm rapidly scales the turnbuckles and assumes his perch.
Doc: The Perfect Frog Splash is one of Storm's trademark moves...if he hits it, BlackJack could be Black and Blue!
Brad: Frog splashes as a rule are devastating, and when you get someone who has taken the time to hone and perfect their technique, then it is even more dangerous!
With perfect frog splash form, Storm impacts violently with the mat. Not wasting time, Grier, who wisely moved, waistlocks Seann as he lays on the mat, lifts him up, then falls backwards, nailing the wheelbarrow suplex. Next, BlackJack applies a step over toe hold, holding it for a few moments before breaking it off. Going back to the leg, Grier turns Storm over, raises his knee, and drives it into the mat, several times. As the Tag Team champion writhes in pain, Grier returns to the leg again, swivels around and applies another figure four. Storm starts yelling out in pain, disheartened, because the ropes were a looong ways away. Storm does the only thing he can do...try and reverse it. Putting his arm up into the air, he tries to roll BlackJack over. Grier puts his arm out to counter the leverage and momentum. The crowd stares and wonders who will win this battle as the two men look froaen in time, arms outstretched in the air, grimaces on their faces. After a little over an agonizing minute, Seann turns him over, and BlackJack releases the hold. Figuring he lost the battle, but easily could win the war, BJG gets up and stomps Storm's leg. Picking him up, he bodyslams him near a corner. Mounting the second rope, he drops a good old fashioned fist drop, which looks like it came straight from the Memphis territory. BlackJack makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Rolling him over, BlackJack slaps on a bow and arrow cradle. The referee makes a count...1-2-kickout! Grier then grabs him and applies a belly to back roll over cradle...1-2-kickout! Going for the pinfall again, BJG tries a back mounted side roll cradle. The official makes the count...1-2-kickout! Frustrated, Grier decides that Storm needs to be softened up more.
Brad: Do you see this display? He is the man of two thousand holds...what technical brilliance.
Doc: Don't call it brilliance until he wins...before that, it's just technical competence!
BlackJack gets him up, whips him into the ropes and nails a scoop slam. Not going for the cover, he props his opponent onto the top turnbuckle, then mounts the second rope. Trying for a superplex from the second rope, Storm pushes him off. Getting back up, Grier walks toward him, and gets nailed with a hard right hand. Staggering back, this gives Seann all the time he needs to perch on the top rope and hit a missile dropkick. Both men stay on the mat a moment, then Storm gets up. BlackJack gets to his feet, and is nailed with a hip toss powerbomb. The ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! As the tired competitors drag themselves up, BJG thumbs Seann in the eyes, puts him on his back, then starts a Fireman's carry. Spinning around, BlackJack is about to dump him, when Storm returns the favor and rakes his eyes. Seann lands on the toppled veteran, but does not keep the cover. Instead, he runs the ropes and hits a high cross body block for the cover...1-2-BlackJack rolls over, reversing his and Storm's positions. The ref now makes a count on Storm...1-2-Storm rolls BlackJack over...1-2-kickout! Storm gets up and clotheslines Grier, and makes another cover...this time with a handful of tights! The official, not seeing that little move, makes the cover while BlackJack tries desperately to kick out...1-2-3! Seann releases the tights, and gets off of BlackJack. BJG gets in Storm's face about it, but Seann just shrugs with a smile on his face, and leaves BlackJack to make his case to the ref. Deciding on just letting it go, BlackJack walks back up the ramp, to a cheering crowd, who loved the scientifics he showcased...
Doc: Sean "pulled" that one out of his hat!
Brad: Yes, and the ref didn't see it. Of course, that can't detract from this match, which was just incredible.
Winner by pinfall: SEANN STORM!!! |
RAWF World Champion Blake Zulu walks into his locker room, World Title slung over his shoulder and his typical happy smile on his face. He walks over to the couch and plops down on it, setting the Title down on the table in front of him. He reaches for the clicker to the TV and picks it up, not noticing that it�s sitting on top of something. He clicks the controller but the TV doesn�t come on. He looks at it blankly for a few seconds and clicks the controller again. Once again nothing happens. He stares at it one more time then turns it over and removes the battery cover, discovering why the clicker doesn�t want to work.
There are no batteries.
Zoo slaps himself in the forehead and chuckles his stoner laugh, reaching down to the table. He looks down and sees a conveniently placed pack of batteries sitting on top of something with a message attached to it. Blake reaches down with a baffled look on his face and picks up the batteries, opening the package and placing a couple of them in the controller. He places the rest down and looks at the note, the confused _expression on his face not going anywhere. He picks the note up and looks at it.
�Congrats on the victory stoner.�
Blake drops the note back on the table and picks up what�s on the table, it�s a black video tape case. Black pops it open and looks in it. Seeing the tape he walks over to the VCR and puts it in, turning back to the couch and plopping down on it. He picks the controller up and presses �play�. It starts and Blake leans back with his hands behind his head and his dopey grin on his face. The tape starts to play, the sounds of Blake�s entrance �Sweet Leaf� playing as the ending scenes of his World Title victory over Alex Layne play over them. Blake smiles and watches as the three count happens and he�s handed the title. The scene suddenly shuts off and it shows Dirge sitting in a seat with his well-known obnoxious grin on his face.
Dirge: Wasn�t that just touching Blake. I had that all rigged up myself and I must say that it looked rather nice. Maybe you should have it put into your entrance video, you know�for posterity. After all�you won�t have that Title for long enough to enjoy it. You might as well have that victory on tape so that you can always watch it with your precious Mary Jane or that poor child you brought into the world when you�re all sitting around in a pot induced fog.
Dirge sits for a second and raises a champagne glass holding it in front of his face and swishing it around with a smirk on his face.
Dirge: A toast to you Blake. You finally win a World Title that�s worth something. We both know the one you walked into RAWF with wasn�t worth the imitation leather it was mounted on. At any rate it�s worth a toast to you Blake. I tip this glass to you and your victory. You beat Alex and that�s no easy feat. You should feel proud�the only question I have for you now is this�.
Dirge tips the glass back and downs some of the contents before setting it down to his side. He folds his arms across his chest and smiles, pausing for a few seconds and laughing to himself.
Dirge: Can you accomplish what Alex couldn�t ? Can you be a greater Champion than I was ? Or will you just end up another stoner loser who came up short and couldn�t live up to the hype ? You see, for all the hate and criticism that was thrown my way at least I lived up to my reputation and made the Title worth something. That�s a hard thing to do for the first World Champion of any promotion, but I did it. All you and the rest of the slugs who hold that Title until I take it back have to do, other than keep it warm for me, is make sure that you don�t lower the value of it before it comes back to me. You see Blake�that Title belt really is mine no matter who holds it. The rest of you are just around to keep it occupied until it can be put back on the waist that it belongs on�mine.
Dirge downs the rest of the glass and places it down somewhere, an evil grin coming across his face.
Dirge: Let�s see if you can hack it until I see you again. And I WILL see you again.
The screen goes dark and then static plays across the screen. Zoo turns off the TV and sits back.
Zoo: Dude, that was so like watching Abe Lincoln do his Gettysburg Address. Listening to ANCIENT HISTORY!!! BURRRRRRRNNNNN!!!
Zoo leans back and opens a bottle of juice as the scene fades out.
Jessica: Shawn�Shawn�can I get a quick word.
Shawn stops, turns around, with a disappointed look on his face.
Shawn: What do you want?
Jessica: Well you just won the Number One Contender�s Spot for the RAWF Heavyweight Title. Although Alex Layne didn�t even show up?
Shawn: Trust me, I wasn�t on planning to win like this. I was prepared to show the world my talents, to show the world that I am a fighter. I was going to show to everyone that I can compete at any level of competition. When Layne didn�t show for our match earlier, he simply spitted in my face and in RAWF face. RAWF gives everyone opportunity, and Layne just didn�t appreciate it. I am still disappointed by his actions. It�s hard to accept a spot like this without a fight.
Jessica: Well a win is a win. Now, next week, you and Blake Zulu will lock up and compete for the first meeting ever between you guys in your respected careers. What�s your thoughts on that?
Shawn: Simple. Zoo and I are friends. Elite Establishment knows that I want to do this on my own. I want to go after Zoo�s Heavyweight Title on my own, and they understand completely. Now Zoo and I have nothing but respect for each other, and at Chaos next week, me and him will put our friendship aside and put a hell of a show on for the fans. They deserve it. Dee and Zoo will show everyone the best of both worlds at Chaos. But Zoo�s title reign in all due respect is numbered. Now if you don�t mind, I am looking for Zoo.
Shawn leaves the area and walks away from the camera scene and toward the locker room area. Jessica looks, then turns back to the camera.
Jessica: Thanks Shawn. There you have it, next week, at Chaos, Shawn Dee and Blake Zulu will meet for the RAWF Heavyweight Championship.
Camera fades to commercial.
Adz: Congratulations Zoo, you may have beaten my friend Alex Layne, but I�m big enough to come here and offer my congratulations to you.
Zoo: Thanks dude� That is totally cool of you man, I appreciate it.
Adz: You�re on one hell of a role now ain�t you Zoo.
Zoo: I sure am dude, 11 and 0 actually, and not to mention RAWF Heavyweight Champion.
Adz: Yeah, and being undefeated like myself, you must be wondering who could possibly beat you.
Zoo: No dude, I�m not that full of myself� just a bit, but not to that extent.
Adz: I was wondering as well, until it came to me just now in the ring.
Zoo: It did, who would that be dude?
Adz: You�re looking at him.
Zoo: But man, there�s no one behind you� And you can�t be talking bout yourself� BURN!
Adz steps forward right into the champ�s face. He has an aggressive look and speaks in a deadly serious tone�
Adz: You know who I mean.
Zoo: Spike Dudley? Maybe even Deadman K? I don�t see that happening dude!
Adz gets frustrated about Zoo�s joking comments. Blake smiles as Adz turns and walks towards the door, he then turns back to Zoo�
Adz : This time I�m serious.
Adz walks out of the door�camera zooms in on Zoo�s face, he is still smiling, then fades black.
Doc: Heheheh. Dopey's got a big old target on his forehead now that he's the champ. Dee....Dirge.... Adz....and I'm sure the list will go on.
(Ladder Match)
DEADMAN K VS. CROC*
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Ironman Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger ... from Scunthorpe, England... weighing 319 pounds ....DEADMAN K!!!!!!
"Immortal" by Adema plays and the crowd starts to cheer for the big man as he walks out to the ramp.
Brad: Deadman K, the big challenger wil present big problems.
Doc: Yeah, for the doctors trying to repair him after Croc demolishes the guy.
Stopping to survey the crowd, DMK shrugs his shoulders at the reception. Bedecked in his usual dark "DMK" tank top and dark trousers, he straightens out his bandana, and makes his way down to the squared circle. Stopping at the ladder, which is set up at the base of the ramp, next to the ring, DMK climbs it, and holds his hand up high. Making the evr popular motion around his waist, Deadman descends the ladder and gets into the ring.
Brad: Deadman K, getting a shot at the coveted Ironman championship. I think that he has come a long way, and continues to improve.
Doc: I don't know about all of that...but I think he does have one advantage in this match...he is 7 inches taller than Croc. Deadman K only has to climb up, what? Half the ladder until he can reach the belt!
Levitan: And his opponent... from Sydney, Australia,... he is the RAWF IRONMAN CHAMPION...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is the Aussie Icon known as CROC!!!
Croc comes out, and he spins himself around, with his arms spread out wide. Showing off his Ironman title belt, and with a flair for the dramatic, he hoists his belt up as the signal to set off his pyro. The words, "AUSSIE ICON" fill the Radi-tron, along with his video sequence. Conspicuous by their absence, the rest of the Brotherhood is nowhere to be seen, and with a confidence befitting a cocky champion, Croc makes his way to the ring to fight Deadman K. Looking at the ladder, he smirks, and gets in the ring.
Brad: He doesn't look afraid of the ladder or the consequences such a match can bring!
Doc: I think that the Aussie Icon is confident and doesn't fear Deadman K's skill. What he should worry about is his height.
Brad: You do have a point, Deadman K has that tall frame, it could come into play. The Aussie Icon, however, will do anything to keep his gold. The ladder is here, the men are in the ring, the bell has rung, here we go!
At the sound of the bell, Croc charges Deadman, slides to DMK's left, then plows into his knee, clipping him to the floor. Deadman K's leg gives out, and he falls to the mat. Cinching on a Dragon sleeper, Deadman's ring presence saves him, as he figures out that he's close to the ropes, and gets there quickly, forcing the break of the nasty sleeper. Croc puts a few punches into DMK's kidney, but K fires back with a few elbows, backing off the Aussie. The English native then turns around and starts a slugfest, which he wins rather easily. Woozy from the punches, Croc tries to back up some more, but is met with a big boot, knocking him to the mat. Deadman tries a twisting leg drop, but the fast Croc gets out of the way. Shaking his head, and clearing his thoughts, the Aussie Icon gets to Deadman's position and stings him with rapid-fire jabs. Absorbing the blows as he gets to his feet, DMK tries to lock-up, but Croc slips it, whips around behind him, and tries to German suplex his larger opponent. DMK blocks that, slips the waist-lock, whips around Croc, then tries to perform a German suplex. Croc kicks back with his right leg, aiming it just so...and connecting in a low blow. Deadman K goes down in a heap, and Croc immediately sends a few punches into the challenger, pulls him into position, then hits a reverse DDT.
Doc: Croc is on a roll. If he keeps this up, the ref will stop the fight, and the Aussie wont even need a ladder...
Brad: Dream on. Deadman K is resilient, and ....wait a minute...speaking of ladders...Croc is going to get it now!
Croc folds up the ladder and slides it into the ring. Picking it up, he holds it above his head, walks over to where DMK is laying and drops it on top of his challenger. Running the ropes, Croc performs a lionsault, and lands on top of the ladder, which drives it into the Deadman. Hurting himself almost as much as his opponent, Croc drags himself to a standing position, and props the ladder in the corner. Deadman K starts to stand up, and Croc runs to his position to hit a bulldog, but the challenger pushes him hard before he can cinch it in, so Croc's momentum along with that little "help" send him flying away from Deadman. Charging, DMK clotheslines him into the corner, then Irish-whips him into the opposite corner, where the ladder is propped. The champion impacts the ladder and falls back with a thud. Deadman K then hits his twisting leg drop. Getting a hold of the ladder, Deadman waits for Croc to get to his feet, then he jams it into the Aussie's stomach. Croc, staggered, backs into the ropes. When his challenger stalks him again with the ladder, Croc dropkicks the ladder, sending it into the Deadman, and causing him to fall backward. The Aussie walks over, kicks the ladder to the side, grabs DMK and nails a traditional swinging neckbreaker. Running the ropes, he drops a knee into the Scunthorpe, native's forehead. Getting Deadman to a vertical base, Croc helps him over the top rope sending him dropping down to the arena floor. The Ironman champion then sets up the ladder under the belt, and starts to climb...
Brad: Croc better hurry up, Deadman K is not incapacitated outside that ring!
Doc: Not incapacitated? Why the big words? Say, "He aint out of it," everyone will understand you better.
Croc gets about 3/4 of the way up the ladder when the challenger gets back into the ring. The champ, realizing he wont make it, propels himself off the ladder and onto Deadman, but DMK catches him in a show of strength and runs him into the ladder. When the ladder falls, K slams him down on it, eliciting an "oooh" and "ahhh" from the crowd. With his back red as a beet, Croc gets to his feet and is immediately grabbed by the throat, and picked up off the mat. The crowd starts to cheer at the possibility of a Death Drop, but Croc has other ideas. Swinging his legs up and around DMK's neck, Croc applies a head scissors, twists his legs, shifts his weight, and flips Deadman over, of course forcing the break of the choke. Croc gets up, whips DMK into the ropes, picks him up, turns him around, and hits applies a spinebuster, putting Deadman K right on the ladder. The crowd stands up to try and get a better idea of Deadman K's condition. Croc smiles wryly and tells DMK, "Let's get creative with this ladder, shall we?" Croc slides the ladder halfway out of the ring, to where it barely balances and stays inside. The Aussie the gets DMK to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and flapjacks him on the ladder. Positioning his face at the edge of the ladder that is in the ring, Croc runs, jumps over the top rope, then lands on the end sticking over the apron. This causes the end propped under Deadman K's face to abruptly jerk upward, slamming into the helpless challenger.
Brad: That was just plain wrong. Not to mention vicious! Is he trying to win the match or kill him?
Doc: Can't he do both? Seriously, though, Ladder matches are by nature tough matches to compete in...a perfect match to prove that you are an Iron Man!
Brad: Also, they prove whether you have good health insurance or not!
Croc looks at his handiwork and likes what he sees. DMK, busted up in his facial region, bleeds readily, and stays still. The Ironman champion slides into the ring, and hoists Deadman up to his feet. Before Croc can hit a manuever, though, DMK grabs him by the throat unexpectantly, picks him up, and Death Drops him on the ladder! A sickening thud echoes out, and the ladder is visibly...bent at an odd angle, along with Croc. Deadman K, after hitting the chokeslam, collapses back on the mat, as his blood makes another pool beside his face. Looking at both men, neither one moving, the ref decides that he should make the ten count so that the fans don't spend a half an hour looking at collapsed bodies. He starts...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8---Deadman pops his head up uneasily, and the crowd cheers. Croc pops his head up, and the crowd boos. Both men awkwardly get to their feet. Croc swings, but Deadman catches the Aussie's fist in his big paw. Turning that into a wrist lock, Deadman K then punches the Ironman champion right in the chest!
Brad: The heart punch! Not as good as Stan "The Man" Stasiak, but that'll do. If that ladder can hold up, we will have a new champion!
Doc: Stand up? Hehehe...That's a good one. That thing is broken. See? Special K is finding that out, now!
The challenger tries to set up the ladder, but it is in too bad of shape. Puicking it up, he slams it down on Croc and leaves it there, while he searches for another one. Looking under the ring apron, he is surprised that there seemed to be no back-up ladder anywhere. A RAWF assistant becomes visible on the ramp, as he hefts one from the back. DMK meets him about halfway and returns to the ring. DMK sets it up under the Title and starts climbing. As he climbs the fourth rung of the ladder, he feels a sharp pain in his back, then another. Turning his head around, he sees Croc brandishing the broken ladder. The Aussie then launches it in his face, sending him crashing down. Slamming the ladder in DMK's gut repeatedly, the champ then puts the broken ladder in the corner, and whips Deadman into it. As Deadman leans on the broken ladder, and before he can collapse to the mat, Croc grabs the good ladder, folds it up, then runs in the corner, holding it so that it is in a vertical position, and makes a sandwich out of the Englishman. DMK drops to the mat, and Croc starts setting up the good ladder underneath the Championship gold. Slowly, the Aussie Icon climbs the ladder, and his fingertips are barely touching the Ironman belt, when Deadman tips over the ladder, sending Croc flying into the ropes in a tangled mess. Deadman gets the champ in his clutches, and pumphandle slams him onto the ladder, but not lengthways. When Croc is dropped, his legs and head dangle over opposite sides of the ladder. DMK tells the half-unconscious Croc, "You want creativity? How about this?" The challenger runs the ropes and hits a legdrop on the dangling neck of Croc. The champ gasps for air, and he rolls off of the ladder in despertion. DMK picks up the ladder, waits for Croc to get to his feet, and tosses it to him. When Croc catches it, DMK puts a big boot square on the ladder, causing the ladder to impact with the champ, and opening him up. Both men start to become bloody messes. Croc slumps to the mat, and the challenger sets up the ladder underneath the strap. As the big man starts to ascend the ladder, Croc gets to his feet. Working his way behind the challenger unnoticed, because DMK is so focuse on the belt, starts climbing the ladder behind him, and hits a low blow. As Deadman K slumps on the ladder, Croc wraps his arms around his waist and German suplexes him off of the ladder!
Doc: What a killer instinct. Croc can take punishment, and he sure as hell can dish it out! Special K should've paid more attention to where his opponent was at...
Brad: That was a "cardinal mistake," by DMK. It may have just cost him his first Title match!
Both men are still for a moment or two, then Croc picks himself off of the mat. Looking back, DMK looks motionless, so he starts to climb up. K gets to his feet, and puts his leg on the ladder, bending it at the knee. He then grabs Croc's boots and pulls them back, which forces the Aussie to fall straight down and straddle Deadman's knee. Falling over to DMK's left, the challenger then starts to climb the ladder again. Grabbing himself and crawling quickly, Croc gets to the broken ladder in the ring. Standing, he sees that Deadman K almost has the belt in his grasp. Hobbling, the Ironman champion sends the broken ladder up and into the challenger's chin. The blow sends DMK falling backward off of the ladder. Kicking the good ladder out of his way, Croc waits for Deadman to get to his feet, then the Aussie performs his version of the tornado punch...only substitute a ladder for his fist. DMK goes down. Satisfied, Croc drops his broken ladder, sets up the good one and climbs two rungs, only to see Deadman sit up. Figuring it is useless to keep going up, Croc drops down, picks up the broken ladder, and hammers Deadman in the face, and then a couple of more shots in the stomach. The champ then starts climbing the ladder again, and DMK sits up. The crowd starts to cheer the guts of the challenger. Croc jumps off, grabs the warped ladder, then angrily jams the ladder into DMK's stomach again..."Stay" (SLAM!) "The Hell" (SLAM!) "Down" (SLAM!). Deadman resumes a motionless state, and the champ gets to the third rung, and Deadman sits back up! The crowd goes wil, and chants of "Dead-man-K," "Dead-man-K," start up. Having NONE of this, Croc can barely see straight because of his anger. Dropping down, he brandishes his favorite weapon again, sending it back into the wore out stomach region of K's..."Why" (SLAM!) "Don't" (SLAM!) "You" (SLAM!) "Stay" (SLAM!) "Down?" Then he hits the challenger with several more quick shots. Slamming the broken ladder on top of it, Croc stomps it for good measure and starts climbing. At the third rung, Deadman K sits up! The crowd starts going in a frenzy! Croc looks over, and closes his eyes, resting his head on his arm, considering his next move, then dropping down to face his opponent.
Brad: Dear lord! Deadman K is wrestling the match of his life! What heart! What stamina! What is it going to take for Croc to beat him!?
Doc: I think a CrocKick will do the trick. He should stop messing around with the ladders...Go with what you know, I always say!
Brad: When have you ever said that???
Croc does indeed "Go with what he knows," and hammers Deadman K with a CrocKick! Taking a deep breath, he walks over to DMK and symbolically puts a boot on his chest, and claps out 1-2-3. Snearing, he now turns his attention to really winning the match, and he starts climbing the ladder. On the fourth rung, he hears the crowd erupt, and he shakes his head as if indicating, "No. No freaking way..." Looking over his shoulder, he sees Deadman sitting up. Literally shaking with anger, Croc drops down and leaps on K, tearing into him with incredible ferocity. Slamming punch after punch into him, he violently jerks the challenger to his feet and whips him into teh ropes. Going for a spinebuster, DMK hits him with a forearm to the back before he can turn and apply it. Wrapping his arms around the doubled over Croc, DMK hits a powerbomb! Both men go down! The crowd goes crazy! Getting to his feet, deadman hoist Croc up, and applies an F-5! Crawling over to the ladder, Deadman starts his long journey up the ladder. Halfway up, Croc gets to his feet, so Deadman drops down charges and hits a power clothesline, flipping Croc over. DMK, with the crowd behind him, starts climbing the ladder again. Croc gets up, and dropkicks the ladder, sending it down. When Deadman K returns to a vertical base, the Aussie nails another CrocKick, sending him down. Rolling the challnger out of the ring, Croc sets up the ladder, climbs to the top, and gets the Ironman Championship Belt as DMK slides back into the ring. Croc holds the belt high, but upon seeing Deadman K, gets out of the ring FAST. DMK collapses again, from the effort he gave. The ref helps him up, and the crowd cheers the bloodied Deadman. "Dead-man-K! Dead-man-K!" He thumps his chest with his hand and raises his fist in salute. To his surprise, many in attendance return the salute, and a little smile appears on his face!
Brad: That performance was just inspiring!
Doc: Yeah, Croc is always great to watch!
Brad: I was talking about Deadman K...he took more punishment than the four average guys could take...
Doc: He did okay...but Croc showed why he is the Aussie Icon. He didn't let DMK psyche him out...he stayed focused, and won.
Brad: Both men...showing what the Ironman championship is all about! Wait a minute, what's this?
StreeX and Newton come down to congratulate Croc. The crowd starts booing them, and the Brotherhood, getting irritated by the crowd cheering the loser of the match, get in the ring to teach him a lesson. DMK does not back up a step, hits Newton with a big boot, punches Croc, but StreeX jumps on his back, and applies a sleeper. The sleeper is an effective distraction, as Croc and Newton recover from the shots they were given, and pummel DMK. The three beat him to the mat, and the crowd starts to cheer. Thinking this was strange, they look up and see Arsenal X with Hideki sprint down the ramp. Luaghing, they figure they did their damage, so they take off out of the ring, as Arsenal and Hideki slide in. Mocking them, X demands they come in the ring. The Brotherhood starts to get back in the ring...when Deadman K sits up again! The three conspirators back up and head toward the backstage area. Yelling obscenities at Arsenal, they promise to make him pay for sticking his nose into Brotherhood business. Disappearing into the back, Arsenal; and Hideki each hold up one of DMK's arms as in a victory gesture, and the crowd cheers for the effort given by DMK, and the save made by the two heroes...
Brad: Thank goodness for Arsenal X!
Doc: Damn him anyway, it was starting to get interesting!
Winner and STILL IRONMAN CHAMPION: CROC!!!!
Scene pops up with Shawn walking backstage, looks like toward his locker room. Jessica spots him and runs to get a quick word.
Blake Zulu is in the back, holding his RAWF World Title, and he looks to be just chillen. Adz walks up to him with a serious looking face. Zulu looks straight back up into Adz�s eyes. After a moment of tension, Adz finally speaks�
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first, ... from Detroit, Michigan... weighing 275 pounds he is a card carrying member of the New Blood... he is...MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!
Matt comes out amid an enormous amount of pyro. "Never Gunna Stop" by Rob Zombie plays as the arena fills up with smoke, and the ventilation system starts going into overdrive. Emerging from the fog of smoke is Higgerson. Ever the showman, he prances and preens for ladies, and generally, starts getting booed as being too full of himself. Climbing the steps, he drapes himself over the top turnbuckle, and gives one more pose, before standing up in the ring. Stretching for a bit, he waits for his opponent.
Brad: Like him or not, Higgerson can make an entrance.
Doc: He is all sizzle, and no steak. But some beef is about to come down the ring and show Higgerson who his Daddy is, and I'm not talking about Mr.-----
"Gang Related" by Anybody Killah interrupts Doc and the crowd starts to stands and take pictures of the inevitable coming of Chris Newton
Levitan: And his opponent...from Miami, Florida, a proud member of the Brotherhood...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is...CHRIS NEWTON!!!
Newton comes down to the Brotherhood montage on the Radi-tron. Haing a little fun, he starts to act like Higgerson, and he pantomimes some of Matt's "moves." Some people boo him, others laugh. Matt Daddy looks unamused, and slightly irritated when Newton gets to the ring.
Doc: Here we have two "gang" mambers...one from the Brotherhood, and one from the He-man Women Haters Club...
Brad: Oh, Geez, here we go. Do you always have to give Higgerson grief?
Doc: It's part of my contract, I get a bonus for it..anyways, I think we may see some "help," come along before this match is through.
Brad: Security better keep an eye out. You are right, this could end up in a battle royal!
The match official calls for the bell, and the two wrestlers start out quickly. Chris Newton locks up with Higgerson, and hip-tosses him. Higgerson rolls with the move, flips up, and nails a back-elbow on Newton, who was trying to parlay his previous move into something more. Backing up a step or two, Newton ducks an attempted roundhouse kick, and lunges forward, catching Higgerson in a compromising position, all stretched out after the missed move. Chris kicks him in the stomach, then attempts his signature uppercut. having scouted out Newton, Higgerson was expecting this and blocked the punch, retaliating with several punches of his own. Matt Daddy then tries a standing dropkick, but Newton had Higgerson scouted, and he gets his arms up in a defensive position, swatting the dropkick away. Grabbing ahold of Higgerson as he falls to the mat, Newton tries to hit him with a vertical suplex, but Higgerson blocks. Higgerson then tries to hit Newton with a suplex, but Newton blocks. Chris sends a shot into Matt's abdomen, then applies the suplex. Rolling with the momentum, Chris makes a pin attempt...1-kickout! The crowd applauds the expected kickout, as both guys are still relatively fresh. Newton whips him into the ropes, clobbers him with a high knee, then hooks him up in a fisherman's suplex, putting Higgerson in another pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Matt Daddy rolls out of the way, gets up, has to duck a clothesline attempt, grabs Chris' arm, wrenches it, wrenches it again violently, causing Newton to flip over on his back, then Higgerson drops a leg on the semi-extended elbow. Newton grabs his arm in pain, while Matt Daddy slaps on a headlock. Newton reaches up and thumbs him, causing a release of the hold and the ref to get upset. The man formerly known as Dynamite gets to a vertical base and tries a spear, but Higgerson leap frogs over it. Landing on his feet, the showman known as Matt Higgerson touches his head as if to signify that he is too smart to fall for that, and he turns around and finds himself getting speared! Newton quickly cinches him up, performs a slingshot suplex, and rolls over for the cover...1-2-shoulder up!
Brad: This is great! Two guys that know their way around a ring really going at it for the win! It's the New Blood versus the Brotherhood, and both guys do not want to tarnish their group's reputation!
Doc: As for Higgerson's guys...TOO LATE! Those clowns couldn't gang up on a pizza...
Brad: If they are listening, I bet they gang up on you!
Doc: Nah, they aren't listening...you think maybe they are lis...oh, never mind! Even match so far, I'm waiting to see who takes solid control of the match.
Getting Higgerson to his feet, Newton kicks him in the stomach, then turns around to apply a diamond cutter. Matt Daddy leans forward, wraps his arms around Chris, and applies a modified belly to back suplex. Standing up before Newton can, Higgerson boots him in the face, knocking him down. Getting ahold of one of Chris' legs, Matt Daddy starts to try a sharpshooter, but his opponent latches on to him and rolls him up...1-2-kickout! Higgerson, feeling volatile and needing to put something up big for the crowd, stands, and charges as Newton uses the ropes to help him to his feet. Higgerson clotheslines the Brotherhood member over the top rope, but Matt lets his momentum carry him over, too. Using strength and agility, Higgerson grabs the top rope as he flips over, and pulls himself back up and over the ropes, so that he is again standing in the ring. Using the top rope to help him, he launches himself over and onto Newton. The official makes a count...1-2-3-4-5-Higgerson punches Newton a few times and gets in the ring...6-7-8-Chris gets to a vertical base and rolls into the ring.
Brad: Matt Higgerson starting to assert himself. You said you were looking to see who would take over, and there he is...
Doc: I only wanted to see who took over if it was Newton, I'm not so much interested in Higgerson.
Matt Daddy stands up his opponent as soon as he is inside the squared circle. Whipping him into the ropes, Higgerson connects with a dropkick. Whipping him into the ropes again, he tries another dropkick, but Newton holds onto the ropes, leaving Matt Daddy to hit nothing but air. Getting his wits about him, Chris Newton waits, and hits a swinging DDT as Matt gets up. The official makes the count on the cover by Newton...1-2-kickout! Newton chokes him until the ref counts to four, hooks a leg, then covers him again...1-2-kickout! Chris stands up, Matt bridges and flips up, but his opponent knocks him down with a clothesline. Pulling him up by his hair, Newton kicks him, then tries the diamond cutter again. Higgerson pushes him forward to break off the hold, then hits a quasi-sliding dropkick that sends his boots into the back of Chris' knee. Newton buckles, but leans forward, grabbing the ropes, and as the ref forces Matt Daddy to break the hold, Chris retaliates with a mule kick. Helping himself up with the ropes, he turns to see Matt Daddy superkick him through the ropes. When this happens, several figures emerge from the back...
Brad: Here comes that battle royal we were talking about. Newton's boys are here...
Doc: They're just here for moral; support. They see that Chris is having a rough time of it, and so they come out with a pat on the back, some advice...what are you complaining about?
Brad: I'm complaining because they are going to get involved...
StreeX and Croc help Newton to his feet as the ref makes a count. Higgerson, not at all happy that they have come down to ringside, runs the ropes and jumps out at the three "Brothers." The Brotherhood catch Matt daddy as he tries his high cross body. StreeX holding Higgerson's head and shoulders, and Croc holding his feet, they run with the captured wrestler and post him. Dropping him upon impact, he falls hard. Newton rolls into the ring, but the ref makes no count on Higgerson. The crowd gets excited when Zak Hackett, Seann Storm, and Jza Rian make their way through the crowds, over the rail, and to the ringside area. Croc throws Matt into the ring, and the New Blood converges on their position. StreeX moves toward the Tag Champs and decides to take them on. Croc locks up with Hackett, and the two start to exchange blows. Inside the ring, Newton grabs Matt, positions him, and hits a powerbomb! Outside the ring, Storm and Rian use the numbers game and start to beat down StreeX. Momentarily, StreeX gets the advantage by dropkicking Storm, and when landing, swinging his legs out, tripping Rian. Lying there, he raises his leg, and drops it down across Rian's neck. Storm comes back and dives onto StreeX, punching him, then locking on a choke to slow him down. Jza recovers and starts helping with the assault and battery. StreeX gives it a HELL of a try, swinging, kicking, doing whatever he can. In the end, the two "Bloods," get the better of him, and Jza puts him on his shoulders while Storm jumps to the apron. StreeX, groggy from the pummeling, is hit with a Doomsday Device. Medical personal in back see that and start making their way to ringside. Meanwhile, Croc and Hackett continue to brutalize each other, the referee inside the ring makes a count...1-2-kickout! Croc gets the advantage outside the ring and he hits a sidewalk slam. The crowd goes crazy again, and the brawlers at ringside look to see what is happening now...
Brad: Here come Arsenal X and Deadman K! This isn't looking good for Croc. He now has Storm, Jza, Arsenal, and Deadman K after him, and StreeX has been hurt. Here come the emergency personnel, with a gurney for StreeX, who else is coming down?
Doc: Maybe I'll jump in there...this is my kind of fight, and Croc needs the help!
Brad: I'll pay you to jump in on that!
Doc: Nah, you don't have enough money!
The match official jumps out as Newton and Higgerson get to their feet. The ref gets in front of the Tag Champs and orders them out of the ringside area. Croc slips underneath the ring, escaping notice. The ref makes w motion with his hand, signalling other refs to join him. They come down the ramp, and get in front of Arsenal and Deadman, telling then to leave. With the help of security, the four men are escorted away, and they protest LOUDLY, demanding that Croc be found and thrown out, too. StreeX is transported to a nearby medical facility. Inside the ring, Higgerson had absorbed a power clothesline, then an attempted whip into the corner, but Matt had reversed it, sending Newton into the corner. Matt Daddy boots him in the face, then prepares for the ever popular bronco buster...
Doc: Do we have to see this move? Now that I think about it, do we have to see Matt Daddy?
Brad: Yes, we do...on both counts. Would someone tell the ref that Croc is under the ring?? This is getting foolish!
Doc: Someone could tell him that he's under the ring, but they would be lying...Croc has emerged!
Higgerson backs up to the corner opposite from the one that Newton is slumped in...Waiting to get the crowd in a fever pitch, Matt Daddy starts to run, then falls flat as Croc trips him. The ref sees it, and makes his way over to tell the Aussie Icon to get the hell out of the arena. Higgerson, incensed, turns to face the man that ruined his manuever. Jawing, he tells Croc to, "Get in the ring and face him like a man." At this time, Chris Newton gets to his feet and sneaks up behind Matt. With the element of surprise on his side, Newton slaps on a full-nelson, then falls forward, slamming his face into the mat with the Dynamite Sweep. Chris rolls him over as Croc laughs his way up the ramp...1-2-3!
Brad: The only thing good I can say about this screwing is that Highway didn't do it, for once.
Doc: Hold it! Whoa! Back up! Matt Daddy is a veteran...he shouldn't have taken his attention off of his opponent to talk smack to Croc. No matter what Croc did, he was going to get thrown out, so Higgerson could've just taken care of business...but he didn't!
Brad: So it's Matt's fault? Are you paid by Croc to put some "spin" on all of this?
Winner by pinfall: CHRIS NEWTON!!
BIG KAHUNA VS. ARSENAL X VS. APOCALYPSE
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Triple Crown Championship!! Introducing first ... from Parts Unknown, ... weighing 250 pounds .... he is the ...APOCALYPSE!!!!
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
Doc: Mr. Personality really knows how to fire up a crowd. Seriously, I like this guy because he knows how to take care of business. He isn't a showboat like Higgerson!
Brad: I really wish Matt would come out here and kick your...well, I have to say that the mysterious Apocalypse is a force to be reckoned with. Although I'm not sure someone dressed so darkly has a "bright: future...hehe
Doc: You have to do better than that, if you want to sit with me...
Levitan: And his opponent... from Cypress, California...weighing in at 265 pounds ...he is ARSENAL X!!!
One step from lashing out at you.
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
"Walk" by Pantera replaces Manson and the crowd starts cheering for the man who saved Deadman K earlier. As pyro goes off, as well as many cameras, Arsenal X and Hideki keep a look out for any signs of the Brotherhood. Not wasting any time, the two get to the ring.
Brad: Arsenal and Hideki seem a little edgy.
Doc: Yeah, they should be...after sticking their noses into things they shouldn't be involved in...although I have noticed that Vice has bulked up the number of security guards for the main event, so they shoudl be alright...for now!
Levitan: And their opponent... from Honolulu, Hawaii...weighing in at 284 pounds...he is the Hawaiian Titan ...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
Brad: Poor Kahuna never gets a break. What will Highway do NOW?
Doc: Nothing. You heard the man, he was going to do nothing tonight. He is probably preparing for the big tag match that is slated for the week before Philadelphia Freedom.
Brad: So how does it feel?
Doc: How does what feel?
Brad: How does it feel to be in Highway's back pocket?
The bell rings and the three men start to size each other up. Arsenal looks at Apocalypse, Apoc looks at Kahuna, Kahuna looks at both of them. Surmising the situation, Arsenal and Apocalypse jump Kahuna, the largest and burliest of the three. Arsenal uses martial arts type chops. Arsenal X starts out with the old reliable punch. Pounding B.K. into the corner, the Hawaiian Titan decides to make his stand. Returning some of the damage in kind, Kahuna wails away with his Hawaiian hambones. First he punches Apocalypse, sending him a step back. Then he hammers Arsenal, sending him a step back. The crowd starts cheering the courageous effort aginst the double team, and Kahuna feeds off of it. He swings a haymaker, knocking Apocalypse to the mat. He grabs Arsenal X, throws him into the corner and starts hitting him as fast as he can. Arsenal drops to the mat, and sits in the corner. Coming from behind, Apocalypse applies a Russian leg sweep on Kahuna, ending the rally. Apoc then walks over and puts the boots to Arsenal as he waits for B.K. to get to his feet. When Kahuna rises, the man from Parts Unknown jumps up, and performs a hurricanrana, sending the huge Hawaiian back down. Dragging Kahuna up, he whips him into the ropes, and connects with a Thesz press, sending a few shots into B.K.'s mug. Trying for another blow, Apocalypse finds himself being jerked back abruptly by the hair. Made to stand up, Apoc then gets slammed into the mat via reverse DDT. Arsenal gets ahold of him, then T-bone suplexes his worthy opponent. Turning his attention to Kahuna, Arsenal sees that B.K. has gotten to his feet. Meeting him halfway, Arsenal locks up with the Hawaiian, knees him in the gut, then whips him into the now standing form belonging to Apocalypse. The form immediately becomes decidedly "non-standing." Plummeting to the mat, Apoc stays there, and as for Kahuna, knocking heads with one of his opponents didn't seem to affect him at all.
Doc: Arsenal X really using his...err...I should say, Kahuna's head. I like that. Using one opponent as a weapon against another opponent.
Brad: That move didn't hurt Kahuna, though, and now Arsenal has a heated Hawaiian to handle!
Doc No alliteration allowed! You spout anything like that again, and I will be forced to take action...
Brad: Hehehe...
Kahuna turns around to face Arsenal. The lock up again, and Kahuna whips X into the ropes, and shows off his agility by dropkicking X to the mat. Looking over at Apoc to make sure he is still down, B.K. grabs X back up, but then gets treated to a jawbreaker. Arsenal whips Kahuna to the ropes, and hits a lariat. B.K. drops. Looking over at Apocalypse, he notices him getting up. Distracted, X doesn't defend himself while Kahuna sneaks up and applies a sleeper. B.K., seeing that Apocalypse is ready to fight, shoves Arsenal at him. Arsenal uses the momentum to hit a running spear, knocking Apocalypse to the ground. Rolling off of him quickly, he manages to stay out of Kahuna's grasp when the Hawaiian followed him to do some damage. Flipping and bridging to his feet, Arsenal walks toward Kahuna, to lock up with him. Kahuna starts to move toward him, too, but Apoc trips him up, gets to his feet, and tries a superkick to Arsenal. X ducks it, grabs the extended leg, trips him, and drops a leg to the exposed groin area. X then turn him over into a sharpshooter, but Kahuna clotheslines him to the back of the neck, sending him forward, collapsing to the mat. Apoc rolls out of the situation, gets up and eyes Kahuna. Arsenal then gets to his feet, and we end up right where we started.
Brad: All three men have done some damage, but nobody has done enough to take charge. Who do you thing will break out among the pack?
Doc: Right now, I'd have to say Kahuna. He is the biggest guy out there. His strength may be the factor that gives him control of the match.
As the three converge, Apocalypse starts to take chances. Surprising both of his opponents, Apoc jumps up and hits a split-legged dropkick, impacting them both. Getting to his feet, he hits a spinning heel kick on Arsenal X, then turns around and nails Big Kahuna with a snap kick, followed by a snap suplex. B.K. gets to his feet and staggers back into the ropes. In the meantime, Apocalypse sees Arsenal get up, and Apoc jumps up, slaps on a head scissors, then flips him to the ground. Getting up, he runs at Kahuna, leaps in the air, and high-cross body blocks him, which sends both guys flipping over the top rope. Apoc manages to keep ahold of the top rope, so he dangles a second before dropping to the floor. Kahuna, not so lucky, hits the arena floor hard and awkwardly. Apocalpse slams Kahuna on the announcers table, and Arsenal X goes to the top turnbuckle. Not jumping on Kahuna, X hits a double ax-handle on Apocalypse, sending him down. Picking Apoc up, he tries to Irish-whip him into the steel post, but Apoc reverses it and posts X. Kahuna raises up, but as soon as he does, he is hammered with a few shots, and he lays back down. Apocalypse jumps to the apron, and in cat-like fashion, climbs to the top rope, and jumps out of the ring with a moonsault. Intending on hitting B.K., he hits the table with remarkable force as Arsenal pays him back for the posting by reaching up and dragging Kahuna off the table. The table collapses and Apoc is tuck in the middle of the debris. The official starts yelling at the two remaining conscious competitors and demands that they get back in the ring. To make sure they know he is serious, the ref starts a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-Both guys get back in, and Apocalypse starts twitching on the table, beginning little movements that denote his coming back to consciousness.
Doc: Apocalypse proved me wrong by grabbing the advantage. He will sacrifice body to do anything!!! Unfortunately for him, that strategy backfired, and he is laying in what was the Spanish announcer's atble.
Brad: You can't blame him for trying. He is stirring a little, so he isn't done. He comes with a rep for being able to take pain!
Doc: It better be a well-deserved reputation, or his night will be over quickly!
Kahuna and X trade punches, and the Titan comes out on top of the exchange. B.K. slaps on a few chops, then picks him up body slam style. Instead of turning him over for the body slam, he holds X upside down, then sits down, driving Arsenal into the mat head first. Kahuna makes a count...1-2-kickout! X staggers to his feet, and is put into a powerbomb position. Trying to back-body drop the big man, Kahuna flips over, and turns it into a sunset flip...1-2-kickout! Both compeitors stand, and X locks up, whipping Kahuna into the ropes. Attempting a lariat, Arsenal sighs as Kahuna ducks it, and continues to run the ropes. X turns around, runs at B.K. then catches him on the rebound, performing a release belly to belly suplex! Arsenal stands the Hawaiian up and hits a DDT. With his opponent prone on the mat, X climbs the top rope and hits a plancha moonsault. He makes the cover...1-2-shoulder up! Arsenal X gets B.K. to a vertical base. The Titan locks up with him to prevent an easy move, although the behemoth still is feeling the effects of the moonsault. As the two are battling to see who can get the advantage from the lock-up, Apocalypse gets out of the rubble of the table, and gets to the top rope. Leaping HIGH in the air, causing many photographs to be taken, Apocalypse crashes down on his two opponents. All three men kiss the mat, then struggle to their feet. Kahuna looks at X. X looks at Kahuna. They both look at Apoclaypse. Apocalypse looks at the ropes and wonders if he can make before they get to him. He can't. Attacking ferociously, the batter him with an assortment of blows. After the assault, Kahuna puts him in piledriver position, and X gets on the second rope. One spike piledriver later, and they toss Apocalypse to the arena floor. They resume their lock-up...
Brad: Kahuna and Arsenal X looking to make this triple threat match into a one on one affair.
Doc: That's a smart, solid strategy. Apocalypse was getting the best of them, so they removed the threat. Now they have to try and remove each other...that's when I like it, when it gets down and dirty!
Kahuna scoops up and slams him down. Running the ropes, he jumps up and delivers an elbow drop. B.K. literally bounces off of X from the force of the blow. Cinching X up, Kahuna applies a half nelson while facing Arsenal. Once it is applied, the Hawaiian Titan lifts up X and falls backward, dropping Arsenal on his upper back. He makes the cover...1-2-shoulder up! Getting X in his clutches again, Kahuna positions himself behind his opponent, and applies a half-nelson with one arm, and a waistlock with the other arm. B.K. then lifts X off the ground and falls backward, dropping his opponent on his shoulsers, and he puts Arsenal in another pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Deciding that the match is over, B.K. calls for his finisher! The crowd starts to cheer, and electricty runs through the whole arena. The camera focuses in on the two as Big Kahuna nails the Rainbow Slam! He hooks the leg and makes the cover...1-2--Apocalypse kicks Kahuna in the head, forcing the break!
Brad: In the nick of time! Apocalypse narrowly keeps Kahuna from claiming the Crown!
Doc: Didn't I warn you about spouting prose during the show? You are cruising for it...Anyway, I'm still stunned that Apocalypse had enough left to get up and be stop the count. I know that Kahuna is stunned, he had the match won, for crying out loud!
B.K. gets up and starts pummeling Apocalypse. Apoc fires back with a few shots, ducks an attempt by Kahuna that would've taken off his head, swings around behind him, and applies a tazzmission. Kahuna starts going out when Arsenal X superkicks Apoc in the back of the head. Dropping like a stone, Arsenal then grabs the woozy Kahuna, hits a belly to back suplex, climbs the ropes, and hits the X-cution spinning guillotine legdrop. He makes the cover on Kahuna...1-2-Apoc jumps on the ref! The ref yells at Apoc, but he claims it was an accident, that he was going for X and missed. The referee tells him that'll cost him a fine, but he can stay in the match...this time! Arsenal takes advantage of their conversation and spears Apocalypse. Getting him back up, he nails a German suplex, bridges up, and makes a pin attempt...1-2-kickout!
Brad: Apoc took a fine, he took a spear, but he stayed in it!
Doc: Talk about intestinal fortitude!This guy wants it so bad, he can see it! Only problem is right now, Arsenal is knocking his lights out...
X latches onto Apocalypse and whips him into the ropes. Hitting the dropkick, Arsenal picks him up and lands a stretch back breaker drop. Stringing along some more moves, X hits an arm drag when Apoc staggers up. Getting to a vertical base again, Arsenal applies an over the shoulder arm drag. Deciding to to try and end the match, X rolls Apoc up in a small package...1-2-kickout!Apocalypse staggers around and collapses on the ropes to support himself. Turning to face Arsenal, he locks up with his opponent, X wins the battle, and whips him into the ropes. Apoc leap-frogs Arsenal when he tries a back body drop, and turns around suddenly, stopping all momentum. X straightens up and is slapped in a Hell's Fury submission hold. Arsenal struggles momentarily, then appears to lose consciousness. The ref raises his hand once...it drops. The official raises his hand a second time...and it drops. The ref raises his hand a third time, and Kahuna clobbers Apoc from behind, sending both opponents into the ref. The referee falls down hard, and appears to be out, too. In his office, Highway sees the ref go down, so he starts heading toward the ring. Kahuna quickly positions Apocalypse, and hits the Tsunami! He makes the cover...which doesn't come. The fans try to be helpful, and they start counting...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8----then the counting turns to boos as they see the Commish.
Brad: Vice...oh Vice...just once, would you stop this maniac!
Doc: Thank God! Now we have somebody with experience as a referee to take over the match!
Brad: Cute. Very cute...oh...I don't think Highway is going to like this...
Death and Taxes emerge from the back, and they come down quickly. Kahuna stands up to meet Highway and have some more words with him. The Commissioner gets on the apron and starts making the "choking" sign, by grabbing his throat with both hands. Since B.K. just smiles at him, Thomas figure something is up. He turns around and sees the Inevitables. Looking back at the Hawaiian Titan, Kahuna gives him a throat thrust, and Highway starts choking for real. Taxes drags him off the apron, and Death starts menacing him. Running like hell, and forgetting to calls security, Thomas sprints to his limo and doesn't look back. The Inevitables, satisfied, go back up the ramp. Kahuna waves with a smile as the Radi-tron shows Highway's limo leave the arena. As he is whooping it up, Apocalypse comes from behind him and hits the Fate's Remorse to the back of his head, knocking him down. Apoc covers him, and once again, the fans try to be helpful...1-2-3-4-5-6-7---Apoc gets irritated, so he "paint-brushes" the ref to some degree of consciousness. The ref crawls over to the stop where Apoc has resumed his cover...1------2-----Arsenal X pulls him off as B.K. gets his shoulder up!
Doc: See? If Highway had of stayed there...Apocalypse would've been Triple Crown champion! But nooooooo...no one wanted him there...and we have this ridiculous ref that gets caught napping on the job!
Brad: Give it a rest...although I do hope that the official makes a recovery, soon. Slow counts like that wont cut it.
The three tired and pain-wracked opponents get to their feet, and Apoc hits a double noggin' knocker out of sheer spite over the last pin attempt. He clotheslines Kahuna. He clotheslines Arsenal X. He body slams B.K., and does the same to X. Looking at Arsenal, he lets the crowd know that he is ready for the Dawn of Apocalypse! As he grabs X, Kahuna gets him from behind, picks him up, and drops him face first. X gets it all back together, and he helps B.K. get Apoc back up. Whipping their opponent into the ropes, they hit a double flap jack. Before B.K. can think of doing anything else to Apoc, X hits an enziguiri on him, and the Hawaiian goes down. With both opponents down, X takes a second to rest then he starts applying the X-Calibar to the Titan. B.K. grabs him and rolls hin up suddenly...1-2-X rolls the package over again, and Kahuna is being pinned...1-2-3!
Brad: Arsenal X reversed the small package! X reversed it, and we have crowned a new King. Long Live King X!
Doc: Oh, that sounds good....hehehe...he sounds like a porn star. "Pinning Predicaments...starring King X!" Hehehehe
Winner and NEW TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION: |
Brad: ----Wait a minute, I'm told we are not quite through yet! RAWF cameras have followed Croc to Kit's suite!!!
Doc: I told you!!!
Brad: Give it a rest Doc...let's take you there while we have a few seconds of air time left!
We see Kit lying face down on a massage table, her head, arms, upper back, and legs showing. The rest of her covered in a white towel. A muscular man dressed in white is giving her a massage. Her eyes are closed. Suddenly, Croc appears and quietly clocks the guy over the head. Croc catches him as he falls and silently puts him on the floor, then starts massaging Kit HIMSELF! Kit groans in pleasure and Croc smiles.
Croc: I always knew my touch would make you swoon Kitty Kitty.
Kit's eyes fly open wide and she quickly turns over, clutching the towel to herself. She let's out a scream and scrambles off the table, desperately gripping the towel around her body.
Kit: YOU....YOU....YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU INVADE MY PRIVACY LIKE THIS!!
Croc: Tsk tsk my dear, are we still playing hard to get?
Kit: Croc, you have exactly ten seconds to get the hell out of here before I call the police!!!
Croc: Oh darling, you do so make my heart sing when you threaten so! But I guess I'm going to have to do something spectacular to win you over...... like win the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship at Philadelphia Freedom!!! You did make that announcement tonight that I will be getting the shot afterall. I think you made that decision because you do have feelings for me.
Kit: You ignorant jerk! You have to hold on to that belt before you get that opportunity! And if I have anything to say about it, you WON'T! I'm going to make sure that you lose it the week before Philadelphia Freedom ...at ANY COST!!
Croc: Oh Kitty, my Kitty.... bring it on! I'm up for ANY challenge!
Kit: GET OUT!!! NOW!!
Croc grins an evil grin and blows her a kiss before leaving. Kit glances down at the unconscious masseuse and snarls.
Kit: ANY challenge eh? We'll see about that!!
The last thing we see as Chaos goes off the air is the stunning vision of Kit standing in her towel glaring at the door.