(From the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon)
The Chaos intro plays to U2's "Desire". Then as it fades out we are shown the inside of the Rose Garden where thousands upon thousands of fans have packed the facility. Signs saying "ZOO AINT NO DOPE!", "DEE IS GOING TO DEW IT!!", and "ADZ RULES!" are seen amongst the throng of fans. The Radi-tron flashes the RAWF logo and pyros go off on either side of it.
Brad: WE ARE LIVE ON THE USA NETWORK!!! WELCOME EVERYONE TO ANOTHER AWESOME EDITION OF THE HOTTEST SHOW IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT! WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT CHAOS!!!
More pyros go off and fireworks light up the area above the ring. The fans cheer their heads off.
Brad: We are coming to you from beautiful Portland, Oregon! Tonight the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line!!! Blake Zulu in his first title defense against The Mountain Dew Powered S.O.B. Shawn Dee!!
Doc: I saw Dee earlier this evening coming into the arena carrying about a dozen twelve packs of Dew! He's ready for the biggest match of his life!!!! Dopey, you better be ready!!
Brad: Also on the program....Adz defends the United States Championship against G-Sex!! That ought to be one hell of a matchup!!!
Doc: Well Adz has been smartening up lately. Looks like he finally figured out that being goofy isn't going to help him up the ladder any! I like him to retain against Mr. Scratch.
Brad: All this and more as we go backstage to start the show!! The Aussie Icon is in his dressing room, preparing for a big tag team matchup later tonight...
The camera cuts backstage where Croc is standing in the hallway. He is
on
the phone and it is obvious he is speaking to the injured Brotherhood
member, StreeX.
Croc: Don�t worry man! Newt and I have everything under control here.
You
get all healed up and when you come back you can think about revenge on
those lousy New Blood wankers!
Croc pauses speaking and listens to StreeX on the other end.
Croc: StreeX as usual you are right on the money! I am telling you I
am in
with Kit! This afternoon when I got to the arena, there was a note in
my
locker-room from Kit saying she wants to see me in private. No
cameras, no
nothing. Just her and I! I�m telling you man that tonight is the
night I
score big time! These magic hands of mine last Monday made it
impossible
for my Kitty to resist me! And tonight the Aussie Icon is gonna score!
Alright dude, I gotta head off� My lady awaits!
Croc hangs up the phone and pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.
On
the paper reads, in red lipstick, the message from Kit. Croc has a
grin on
his face.
Doc: WHOOO! Croc is in!
Brad: No he isn�t. That message could mean anything!
Doc: Sure. What kind of message is written in red lipstick?
Brad: I don�t know. But I hope you are wrong!
Doc: I never am, so why start now?
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first .... from Whittier, California .... weighing in at 235 pounds .... making his return to the RAWF ring .... he is the BLACKOUT!!!
"Toxic" by Crazytown plays as the crowd gives him a less than warm reception. Booing, and sometimes spiiting, Blackout receives the ire of the fans. Acting brutishly, Blackout feigns as if he is going to hit a couple of fans, but doesn't, having been on the wronmg end of a lawsuit before. Security also gives him a warning look, but Blackout cares nothing about security. As some fans head to the souvenir stands, and others staying to give him hell, Blackout gets to the ring, and makes some gestures to the fans.
Doc: The returning Blackout! Now here is a man with talent, and attitude!
Brad: We start with a man that Doc likes...I think that is a bad omen...
Levitan: And his opponent .... accompanied to the ring by his manager, Jason Pryde .... he is KRIS WAYNE!!!
"Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller plays and Wayne, with Jason Pryde come walking down the ramp. As usual, Wayne is happy to oblige the fans, and he is handed a sharpie and a picture ripped out of the RAWF Magazine, for Kris to sign. As Shadow signs the autograph, Blackout races toward them with a chair. Cracking Pryde, he levels the manager, and smcks him again for good measure. Wayne sends a kick straight into the chair, which goes straight against Blackout's face. Blackout falls, and Shadow picks up the chair. Blackout starts to get up, but is hammered in the face repeatedly. Pryde gets up and starts kicking Blackout. A slew of refs come running out from the back, breaking up the melee.
Doc: What??! Disqualify them now! They are double-teaming, using chairs, and every dirty trick in the book!
Brad: The match hasn't even started yet, relax! Besides, Blackout is the one who got out of the ring and introduced the chair into the whole works?
Doc: Really?? I didn't see that on my monitor!
The competitors get into the ring, and official gives Blackout a towel to wipe the blood off of his face. Incensed, Blackout attacks like a rabid dog when the bell rings. Charging Shadow, he ignores a punch from Wayne and starts hammering him with haymakers. Driving Kris back, Blackout keeps up the intense offensive. Wayne tries to put up a defense, but is still knocked into the corner where he is pummeled some more. Woozy from the beating, Wayne falls to the mat, and sits back on the turnbuckles. Blackout then ferociously stomps like an insane man, sending his boots into Shadow at an alarming rate. Blackout ignores the referee, who had been admonishing him, and started a count. Seeing that the fight was momentarily out of Wayne, Blackout jumps out of the ring, and punches Pryde. The two trade blows, but Blackout slams a shoulder into him, driving him back into the rail. The referee starts another count, and Kris gets to his feet. Blackout buries a knee into Pryde's stomach, then slaps on a vertical suplex. Getting up, Blackout is totally surprised by a missile dropkick that smacks him in the mush. The ref restarts his count since Kris left the ring...1-2-3-4-5-6-
Brad: You can't blame this on Wayne and Pryde now...Blackout clearly walked out there and started attacking Pryde!
Doc: What match are you watching? My monitor must be broke...anyway, if Blackout did go out there, he was more than justified by earlier actions against him.
Brad: Are you talking about when Wayne and Pryde defended themselves against an unprovoked chair attack?
Doc: Yes...I mean...NO! Let's get back to the match...
Wayne rolls Blackout back into the ring. Climbing the ropes, Shadow commects with another missile dropkick as Blackout rises to his feet. Working hastily, Wayne turns him over into a Netsplit Boston Crab! Blackout becomes aware of some serious pain, but...out of willpower, and mostly hatred, Blackout works his way to the ropes which leads to a breaking of the hold. Shadow drops an elbow into the small of Blackout's back, then applies a headlock. The much stronger Blackout stands up, even with the headlock on, but Shadow, using the ropes, climbs it while holding onto Blackout's head, jumps off the ropes, twists around, and bulldogs his opponent. Wayne makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Brad: Shadow looking to spoil Blackout's return. Kris is not holding back--
Doc: I can't listen to that anymore...don't say Wayne isn't holding back...its Wayne and Pryde that aren't holding anything back. They might as well put a tag rope in the corner and make it a handicap match...Blackout has it all over Wayne, and he'll prove it by beating two guys tonight!
Kris picks Blackout up, and attempts to Irish-whip him into the ropes. Reversing it, Blackout hits a spining heel kick when Shadow bounces back. Picking Shadow up off the mat, he shoots him into the ropes, and performs the hurricanrana. Not pinning Wayne, Blackout gives the fans some grief, then addresses Pryde, saying, "After I get done with yo' boys punk-ass, I'm taking care of you!" Picking up Shadow again, he looks like he is going to press slam him, but instead throws him out of the ring, at Pryde. Pryde takes the hit, not wanting to move and let Kris hit the floor hard. His attempt at breaking Wayne's fall successful, he nevertheless feels the effects of his heroism. Blackout leaves the ring and gets another chair. The match official sees that and moves into action. Getting in Blackout's face, the ref issues an ultimatum. Begrudgeonly, Blackout drops the chair and gets in the ring. Wayne gets off of Pryde and does the same. His manager collects his thoughts, trying to shake off the impact. Locking up, Blackout body slams his opponent, but Wayne lifts his legs up after the fall, head scissors Blackout, and and pulls him forward, sending him through the ropes. Blackout, getting more upset, slides under the ropes and absorbs another elbow. Backing off, Shadow lets Blackout charge, and then he hip-tosses him. Blackout charges again, and gets hit with a jumping side kick. Whipping him into the ropes, Kris monkey flips him up and over. Hooking the leg, the former "sound guy" makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Blackout thumbs Kris in the eye, gets to his feet, and starts punching away...again. Softening up his opponent, Blackout grabs the back of Wayne's head and starts applying turnbuckle smashes. After four of them, Blackout pushes Shadow's face onto the ring ropes and drags his head across them giving him a rope burn. Punching Shadow again, the blow sends him to the mat.
Brad: Blackout resorting to the lowest levels of wrestling. A rope rake? Can't he think of something more Greco-Roman?
Doc: His tactics are fine. He is getting the job done. By the way, have you ever heard of the old, "Greco-Roman Rope Rake?"
Picking his opponent back to a standing position, Blackout whips him into the ropes, and hits an elbow smash clothesline. The move stuns Shadow, but doesn't knock him down. Thumbing him in the eye again, Blackout climbs the ropes and jumps at the woozy wrestler. Hitting a top rope cross body block, Blackout goes for the pin...1-2-kickout! Shaking his head at Wayne's "stupidity" for not taking the three count, Blackout puts him in the corner and starts wailing away like the thug that he is. Grabbing Kris' arm, Blackout practically throws Wayne into the opposite corner. Charging, Blackout is met by a big boot, which back him up. To the delight of the crowd, Shadow then performs a cartwheel kick, of which many fans take a picture. Putting BLACKOUT in the corner, Wayne charges and runs up the outside ropes. As he reaches the top, he kicks Blackout in the chest and performs a backflip landing on his feet.
Doc: That stuff may look all "pretty," but those ariel tactics can't beat a good punch in the mouth!
Brad: Those tactics are thrilling! The fans love it, and Blackout looks like he has been punched in the mouth...several times!
Trying to bulldog Blackout out of the corner, Wayne is blocked in his attempt as his opponent pushes him away, breaking the headlock. Blackout clotheslines him to the mat, then ...jawing to the crowd...applies the Nightmare Stretch! The Texas Cloverleaf cinched in well, Shadow is about to tap out when Pryde gets Blackout's attention by holding up a chair with blood on it. The same one used before the match started. Jason taunts him, questioning his manhood and asking him if he wants some more punishment. Blackout releases the Stretch, and goes after Pryde. Getting his own steel chair, he rushes to meet Wayne's manager, chair in hand. The ref yells at him, but nothing fazes the man from Whittier. Both men swing their chairs, and connect...chair on chair. Wayne slides out of the ring and sneaks up behind Blackout clipping him. Blackout soons realizes that his leg is giving out as he swings the chair. Dropping the chair in mid-swing, he is powerless as Pryde smashes him with the chair. The ref orders Pryde to leave the arena, and advises him that the only reason his client isn't being DQ'd is that Blackout had been initiating the chair battles since the beginning of the match. Furthermore, the ref states that his patience is at an end, and nothing else will be tolerated. With that, Pryde is removed by security. Kris helps Blackout up, then starts to post him, when the ref blocks it. Ordering everything back in the ring, all three men climb back in. Blackout locks up, headbutts Wayne in the face, and crescent kicks him. Going to the top rope, Blackout tries a top rope flipping neckbreaker, but Shadow moves. In an instant, Wayne is on the top rope, and when Blackout gets up, Wayne jumps in the air, and hits an off the top rope sunset flip. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!
Brad: Don't even say that it was a handicap match. Pryde wasn't out there for the finish!
Doc: What a lousy excuse. The finish was the ONLY time Pryde wasn't out there...by that time, the damage was done! Blackout was robbed!
|
Winner: "SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!!!! |
The Radi-Tron in the Rose Garden shows Adz entering the arena. The fans suddenly erupt in mass cheers. Adz is carrying a holdall and walks pace fully towards the lockerroom. However, he is interrupted by Frank Manning.
Manning: Adz, Adz, you�ve been saying recently that you deserve the World Title, I want to know, will you be making a move tonight?
Adz: I have a US Title defense!
Manning: I know, but apart from that, will you be making a move?
Adz: I don�t need to make a move to prove I deserve a shot. Everybody knows it, especially the fans here in Portland, Oregon.
The fans erupt.
Manning: But� surely you are going to try to prove it.
Adz: To prove what? That I deserve a shot? I do! To prove that Croc doesn�t deserve that shot? Well, he doesn�t. Everybody knows that he doesn�t deserve to even go near that World Title belt. The only person who needs convincing is KIT.
Manning: So will you try to convince KIT?
Adz: Not tonight, patience Frankie, all in good time. I have a title to defend, then we can think about the biggen�.
Adz walks off and into the dressing room, leaving Frank Manning gobsmacked.
Brad: I don�t think Croc is going to like what Adz just said.
Doc: Does he get the choice? I think Adz means business.
Vice and Highway are sitting backstage in the Green Room, waiting for Kahuna.
Highway: Where the hell is he? He's supposed to be here by now.
Vice: Will you relax??? You'll find out who his partner is soon enough.
Highway: I'm not worried about that! I just can't wait to see his face when I tell him who I got as MY partner.
Vice: Oh, I'm sure you'll put the fear of God into him...
A knock is heard, then the door opens and Kahuna walks in.
Kahuna: Gentlemen.
Highway: Okay enough pleasantries, I've got things to do. Okay Kahuna, what loser did you pick as your partner? No wait, I'll tell you mine first.
Kahuna and Vice look at Highway expectantly as he pauses for effect.
Highway: I will be teaming with that Mountain Dew powered SOB Shawn Dee!! Heheheheheheh.
Kahuna: Dee huh? Nice choice Commisioner.
Highway: Yes I agree. Now it's your turn Kahiki.
Kahuna: Well, my choice was an easy one.
Kahuna steps forward and offers his hand to Vice, who stands up and takes it.
Kahuna: I'm sure Mr. Vice would be MORE than happy to give you a few lessons in mat war.
Vice: I'm honored Kahuna. This should be..
Highway: BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Wrong!!!
Kahuna: What are you blabbering about?
Highway: I clearly stated that whoever you chose had to be a NON-wrestler. Vice is a FORMER wrestler, which disqualifies him.
Kahuna: Now wait a damn minute!
Highway: Oh, I guess you didn't want this match so much after all eh? Hey, no problem, I really didn't want to get into the ring anyways....
Kahuna glares at Highway for a few tense seconds.
Kahuna: Fine, I'll find another partner. There's no way I'm giving up the chance to grind you into a pulp next week.
Highway: Well you better hurry, you only have until the show ends tonight to decide.
Vice: BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Wrong!!!
Highway: Huh?
Vice: Because you decided to play a trump card, I'm playing MINE! Kahuna doesn' have to tell you who his partner is until he WANTS TO!!
Now it's Highway's turn to glare ....at Vice.
Highway: Fine, what do I care?? It's not like he's going to find anyone that can compete with Shawn Dee!! Excuse me guys, I've got work to do.
Highway pushes past Kahuna, who lets him go and looks at Vice.
Kahuna: What are you up to John?
Vice: Oh, let me let you in on a little secret....
The scene fades out.
|
BLACKJACK GRIER VS. DRAVEN |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....from Tombstone, Arizona....weighing 240 pounds ....this is DRAVEN!!!
"The Great American Nightmare" by
Rob Zombie blasts over the sound system and a bit of red fog meanders around the curtain as Draven walks out and glares at the fans. He is wearing black long tights with a demon skull on one leg and an anarchy symbol on the other. He stalks down the ramp, climbs into the ring and moodily tells Levitan to get the hell away from him as the crowd showers him with boos and catcalls.
Brad: Not much is known about Draven Doc, other than he is a very intense competitor and will do just about anything to win.
Doc: Nothing wrong with that! I like what I've seen of him thus far. I think he's destined for big things here in RAWF!
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Lakini's Juice" by Live plays and the fans cheer.
Levitan: From Brilliant, Ohio....weighing 255 pounds ....BLACKJACK GRIER!!
Grier sprints out of the curtain in his usual attire of his Rusty Wallace racing jacket and white tights with blue racing stripes on the sides. He climbs into the ring, removes his jacket, and hands it to a ring attendant. He does some stretches on the ropes.
Brad: BJG seems a little calmer now than he did two weeks ago after Conquest Doc. He was ready to set a car on fire after what Apocalypse tried to do to HIM!
Doc: He's lucky he wasn't arrested for Arson!! The old man needs to go back to Brilliant, Ohio and spend the rest of his life gardening or something less stressful. Where in the hell is Brilliant, Ohio anyways? Ten miles north of Stupid, Kentucky?
The combatants go to lock up, but Draven feigns it and knees BJG in the groin, then whips him into the ropes. BJG ducks a clothesline attempt on the return and bounces off the opposite side. Draven turns around and BJG clotheslines HIM to the canvas. Draven gets up almost immediately and BJGgrabs him by the wrist and applies an arm wringer. Draven grimaces in pain, then salps his shoulder and reverses the move. BJG scowls and doubles over, then straightens up and reverses it right back. Draven pulls BJG over to the ropes and the ref calls for a break. Draven shakes the feeling back into his arm and the two circle, then lock up. BJG turns it into a headlock. Draven tries to push him off into the ropes, but Grier puts on the breaks and hold on. Draven tries lifting Grier up into a belly to back, but Grier shifts his weight and blocks it. Finally, Draven pushes Grier off into the ropes. Grier bounces back and Draven dives to his belly, allowing Grier to jump over him and keep going. Grier hiptosses Draven on the return. Draven gets back up and Grier executes an armdrag takedown into an armbar. Draven pounds on the mat in frustration as Grier cinches up the armbar, then drives his knee into Draven's elbow.
Brad: A sound technician is Blackjack Grier. He grew up in the Mid-Atlantic area watching stars like Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard, and Arn Anderson. These legends encouraged him to get into wrestling and he gained a great deal of knowledge of the sport from them.
Doc: I don't need a history lesson Brad! I don't care about old geezers and ghosts of wrestling past!
Brad: I'm just trying to give the folks back home an insight on Blackjack Grier! It's part of my job to give our viewers information like that. My job isn't to entertain YOU, you know.
Doc: Well, it should be. Stuff like that bores the hell out of me.
Grier holds the armbar for a few minutes until finally Draven works his way to his feet. He kicks Grier in the stomach to break the hold, then slugs him across the jaw. Grier fires back with a uppercut. Draven pops him with another punch to the jaw. Grier wavers, allowing Draven to grab him and execute a fireman's carry flapjack. Draven bounces off the ropes and hits with a leg drop. He bounces back up and does it again. He stands up and sneers at the crowd, before dragging Grier to his feet and tossing him into the corner. Draven charges in, right into a boot to the face by Grier. Draven staggers back and Grier climbs up on the second turnbuckles and hits with a forearm shot to the head of Draven. Draven does a Nestea Plunge to the mat. Grier grabs him by the ankles and executes a slinghot into the corner. Draven's face hits the top turnbuckle and he staggers backwards into a rollup by Grier. The ref counts 1...Draven kicks out easily. Draven staggers to his feet and Grier is there to meet him with three short jabs to the face. Draven swings wildly, missing and spinning around. BJG gives him an atomic drop for his troubles. Draven hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. He stumbles around, walking it off. In the ring, the ref holds Grier back from going after Draven.
Doc: Smart move by Draven. Take a break and regroup. He's got to relax and not let Grier's stupid strategy get to him.
Brad: What's wrong with Grier's strategy?
Doc: Liek you, it's boring the hell out of me.
Brad: Maybe you should go somewhere else then if this isn't exciting enough for you.
Doc: Don't tempt me. Besides, someone has got to be here to set you straight on things.
Grier goes over to the ropes to come after Draven. Draven takes advantage by grabbing BJ's ankles and dragging him outside. Draven clocks Grier with several right hands, then floors the veteran with a monstrous kneelift. Draven climbs up on the apron, backs away from Grier, then runs and leaps, hitting with an elbow drop to the sternum! He picks Grier up and tosses him back into the ring. Draven gets up on the apron and climbs back in. Grier staggers to his feet and Draven grabs him a nails a piledriver! Grier flops on the mat like a fish out of it's aquarium. Draven leaps straight up and comes down with a vicious kneedrop to Grier's head. He drags Grier to his feet and whips him into the ropes, giving him a clothesline from hell on the return. Draven drags him to his feet again and grabs him with both hands by the throat. He lifts him into the air and holds him there. Grier's face turns bright red as the ref warns Draven and counts to four. Draven dumps Grier back to the canvas and sneers at the ref. Draven picks Grier back up and tosses him to the corner. Then he holds Grier by the head and climbs up on the second turnbuckle himself and executes a second rope crucifix powerbomb!! He goes for a cover! 1....2....Grier gets a foot on one of the ropes just in the nick of time. Draven picks him up, whips him into the ropes and backdrops him. Then the man from Tombstone climbs to the top rope. He pauses there, then leaps.... missing with a suicide headbutt attempt, Grier rolled out of the way.
Brad: OHHHHHHHHHH! That was close!!! If he had hit that, it would have been all over!!
Doc: I can't believe Grier had anything left to move out of the way.
Both men get up and slowly trade punches back and forth. Grier gets the upperhand with a thumb to the eye and a kick to the stomach. He executes a standing neckbreaker, then applies a Boston Crab!!! Draven cries out and starts trying to claw his way out. He eventually makes the ropes and the ref forces BJ to break. Draven pulls himself up on the ropes and Blackjack kicks him in the small of his back. Draven falls to his knees, still clutching the ropes. BJG starts to advance, but the ref backs him off. Draven pulls himself up again and BJ advances, but is met with a mulekick to the groin. Draven clotheslines BJG to the canvas, then starts choking him violently with both hands. The ref tries to pry him off and gives him a four count before he finally lets go. Draven picks BJG up and wallops him with several punches before bodyslamming him, then climbing to the top rope. But he takes too long and Grier shakes the ropes, causing Draven to crotch himself on the turnbuckle. Grier stumbles over and tosses Draven off the turnbuckles with a press slam manuever. Grier falls to his knees as Draven plummets to the canvas and lands with a thunk. Grier gets up and tries reapplying the Boston Crab, but Draven powers out and flips Grier over onto the mat. Draven gets up and waits for Grier to rise before hitting him with a gore into the turnbuckles. BJ hits the corner hard. Draven charges into the corner, but BJ gets out of the way. Draven goes in shoulder first, his head and neck hitting the turnbuckle. He staggers out of the corner and BJG shellacks him with a side slam. Grier then climbs backwards up the turnbuckles, takes Draven's measure and hits with a top rope fist drop!
Brad: Not bad for an "old man" eh Doc? He really flew on that one!
Doc: Someone must of spiked his Geritol.
Grier stands up and gets a decent pop from the crowd. Grier waits for Draven to stagger to his feet before hitting the ropes and hitting THE SLOT DROP!!! Grier covers, hooking the leg. Referee counts 1...2...3!!!
|
Winner: BLACKJACK GRIER!!!!!!! |
Doc: Lucky bastard! Where's Apocalypse when you need him?
Brad: Blackjack Grier gains the victory! We'll be right back after these messages!
The camera cuts to Jessica Beach in the backstage area. Jessica is
running
down the hallways in the back. She comes to a stop and looks at the
camera.
She catches her breath before speaking.
Jessica: I have just been informed of some very strange events
occurring
inside Croc�s LOCKED locker-room. Let�s have a closer inspection!
Jessica and the camera move in closer to the door. Sounds can indeed
be
heard from inside. The sounds are of load and pleasurable groans from
a
male and female. Jessica is quite shocked at the sounds. A janitor
then
walks past and Jessica stops him.
Jessica: Excuse me do you know who is in Croc�s locker-room with him?
Janitor: Well I�m not sure, but I did see Ms. Kit going in there about
five
or ten minutes ago!
Jessica: Are you sure it was Kit?
Janitor: Miss Beach, I am positive I know Kit when I see her!
Jessica: Of course. Thank you sir!
The janitor walks off and Jessica looks back to the room, where the
groans
are still being heard. Now it has been revealed that it is Croc and
Kit
inside.
Brad: Oh no it cannot be!
Doc: YES! YES! YES! I was right! Croc is the man!
Brad: Why Kit? Why Croc?
Doc: Cause Croc is the man.
|
BIG KAHUNA VS. APOCALYPSE |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first .... from Parts Unknown ..... weighing 250 pounds ....this is APOCALYPSE!!!
"Disposable Teens" is played as the martial artist known as Apocalypse walks down the ramp, an intense look to him. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center, then folds his arms and bows his head. Suddenly he looks up, his eyes wide, and bellows as bright red flames shoot from each turnbuckle pad.
Doc: Kahuna may have a hard time keeping his job this time Brad! Apocalypse is really in a bad mood tonight! Not only did he fail to win the Triple Crown last week, but his car was almost set on fire at Conquest! He's ready to kill someone!!
Brad: He already TRIED to kill someone, or are you forgetting he tried to set Blackjack Grier on fire at Conquest???
The flames die down and Apoc bounces off the ropes, waiting in restless anticipation for his opponent. That's when "Freedom Fighter" by Creed starts up and the Rose Garden erupts in cheers.
Levitan: His opponent.... from Honolulu, Hawaii.... weighing 284 pounds ... this is BIG KAHUUUUUUUUUUUUUNA!!!
BK comes out to multicolored sparks around the Radi-tron and a standing ovation from the crowd in Portland. He smiles as he makes his way down to the ring and climbs in. Apocalypse leaves the ring when Kahuna comes sliding in. BK drinks in the cheers of his fans with a smile and a salute.
Brad: The soon-to-be groom and one of the long standing superstars of RAWF has a big task tonight! His career COULD be on the line here!
Doc: Kit should of fired him a long time ago! He's been nothing but a loser ever since he started!!!
Brad: Oh come on Doc! The man is a former Ironman Champion for godsake! Not to mention his awesome performance at Wrestlecade, an hour long match against the Aussie Icon that he WON!
Doc: You mean he stole...
Apocalypse climbs back in the ring and jaws with the ref. The bell rings. Kahuna and Apocalypse tie up, with the bigger BK getting the advantage. BK pushes Apocalypse back into the corner and breaks the hold, as the ref asks him to, before nailing Apocalypse with a knife edge chop that echoes through the arena. The crowd let's out a " WOOO!" Kahuna with another knife edge chop to Apocalypse. The crowd let's out another "WOOO!" Kahuna with a third knife edge chop to Apocalypse. Another " WOOO!" from the fans. Apocalypse falls to the floor, clutching at his chest as BK stomps at Apocalypse. Apocalypse grabs the bottom rope as the referee gets in between the two and forces Kahuna off.
Brad: Do you think Kahuna is showing a bit of aggression to win the match out there, Doc?
Doc: I doubt it, he probably just saw Apocalypse as a big burger that wouldn�t be eaten by him�
Apocalypse uses the ropes to get to his feet as Kahuna charges at him. Apocalypse sees this and drops down; holding onto the top rope as he does so and Kahuna goes tumbling to the outside. Apocalypse quickly gets to his feet, bounces into the ropes opposite and on his way back nails Kahuna with a suicide plancha. They both heap onto the floor, regaining their breath as Apocalypse stands and drags Kahuna to his feet. He goes to whip Kahuna into the steps, but Kahuna reverses and nails Apocalypse with a short arm clothesline. He rolls Apocalypse into the ring and follows, hooking the leg of Apocalypse 1�2� kick out.
Brad: It�s still pretty even right now.
Doc: Nothing�s really happened, Brad�
Kahuna picks Apocalypse up and puts him into a scoop slam position, only Apocalypse slides out of the back and martial art kicks Kahuna in the spine. BK drops to his knees as Apocalypse nails a thunderous kick to the back of BK�s head. Apocalypse then grabs Kahuna�s left leg and applies an inverted leg lock.
Brad: Apocalypse trying to keep the bigger Kahuna grounded here.
Doc: Thanks for pointing that out, Mr. Obvious.
Brad: Why don�t you just let me do my job, and you go get a soda.
Doc: Don�t tempt me�
Apocalypse lets go as he realises Kahuna isn�t going to give up and he stands before dropping an elbow to the back of Kahuna�s head. Apocalypse takes advantage of Kahuna�s prone body and goes to the top rope. He stands there for a while before leaping off with a beautiful shooting star press onto the back of Kahuna.
Brad: ANOTHER FALLEN ANGEL! THIS COULD BE OVER!
Apocalypse rolls Kahuna over and hooks a leg 1�2�3!! NO! Kahuna got his shoulder up at the last second. Apocalypse slaps the mat in frustration as he picks Kahuna up and whips him into the ropes. Kahuna holds on and reverses it, sending Apocalypse into the ropes. Apocalypse jumps at Kahuna on the rebound, but Kahuna shows great reflex ability by catching him and nailing him with a sick spinebuster. Kahuna bounces off Apocalypse before gaining sense and scrambling over to Apocalypse and covering 1�2� Apocalypse kicks out. Both men struggle to their feet. Kahuna withg a right hand. Apocalypse returns the favor. Back and forth they fight, each clobbering each other about a half a dozen times. Finally, Kahuna gets the upperhand by grabbing Apoc by the ears and bludgeoning him with a mean headbutt. Apoc stumbles backwards and Kahuna grabs him and delivers a side suplex. Kahuna bounes off the ropes for a leg drop, but Apocalypse rolls out of the way and Kahuna comes down hard on his rear end. Clutching his hamstring, Kahuna is vulnerable to the elbow drop Apocalypse nails him with, right in the chest. Apoc picks him up and tosses him through the ropes to the outside, then mounts the top turnbuckle. Kahuna gets up off the hard concrete, still groggy when Apoc leaps and hits with a suicide plancha! Kahuna goes flying into the ring barrier, smashing a section of it off. Both men lie dead still until Apoc climbs up, using the ring apron and rolls back into the ring. He clutches at the ref's pant leg and pulls himself to his feet. The ref stops the count and backs away from Apoc like he's diseased. Kahuna, bleeding from the shoulder, crawls over to the ring and pulls himself in. Apoc grabs him and pulls him throughh the ropes, blasting him with a spinning karate kick to the chops. Kahuna slumps to the mat like a sack of grain. Apoc covers him 1....2... kickout by Kahuna!
Doc: Damn, I really thought he had him there!!!
Brad: It's been an intense matchup from from the opening bell! What a contest!
Apocalypse picks Kahuna up and chops him across the chest, then hits him with a double thrust neck shot that leaves Kahuna clutching his windpipe and gasping for breath. Apocalypse rockets off the ropes and hits BK with a spear, then climbs to the top rope. He leaps and hits with a corkscrew moonsault!!! A cover 1...2... Kahuna JUST BARELY gets a shoulder up. Stunned, Apoc picks Kahuna up and whips him into the corner. Apoc charges in for a flying spin kick attempt, but Kahuna ducks out of the way and Apoc goes flying over the ropes and hits hard outside the ring. Kahuna slumps into the corner, near completely spent. Apoc struggles to his feet and after the ref counts to nine, he rolls back in. He stands up and Kahuna is there to meet him with a clothesline. Both men stagger to their feet and Kahuna hits Apoc with a dropkick that sends him flying into the corner. Kahuna charges, but Apoc gets both feet up and wraps them around Kahuna's neck and hits a hurricanrana out of the corner. Apoc crawls over slowly and drapes an arm over Kahuna. 1...2.. Kahuna gets a shoulder up!
Brad: That was so close!!!
Doc: What does Apocalypse have to do to keep Kahuna down!
Apocalypse stands up and waits for Kahuna to rise, then tries a Fate's Remorse! But Kahuna catches him by the boot. Apocalypse tries an enziguri but Kahuna ducks and Apoc hits the canvas on his stomach. Kahuna grabs him by the ankles and executes a reverse slingshot. Apoc goes flying into the corner and his head hits the turnbuckle. Kahuna rises as Apocalypse staggers forward. He clocks Apocalypse with a chop. Then another. Each time, Apocalypse sways back, but manges to remain upright. Kahuna tosses him into the ropes and powerslams him on the return. Kahuna tries a cover. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Apocalypse. Kahuna picks him up again and whips him into the ropes, back bodydropping him high in the air. Apocalypse hits the canvas with a resounding thud. BK picks him up once more and gets him up for a vertical suplex, but Apoc shifts his weight and squirms out of Kahuna's grasp, landing behind him on his feet! Kahuna turns around and Apoc hits him with a Fate's Remorse!! The impact sends Kahuna flying through the ropes and onto the apron. Apoc walks over and drags Kahuna to his feet and tries to vertical suplex him back into the ring, but Kahuna reverses it!! Both men fly off the apron and crash into the Spanish announce table!
Brad: What a crash!!! That was like watching two cars collide with a Seven Eleven!!
Doc: What in the hell are you talking about?
The ref counts inside the ring as Apoc, very wobbily, gets up and drags Kahuna from the rubble. He tosses him back into the ring, rolls in and makes a cover. Referee counts 1....2.... Kahuna gets a foot on the ropes!! Apocalypse can't believe it!! Disgusted, he rolls back out of the ring and lifts the apron, looking for something.
Brad: What's he doing???? What's he looking for??
Apocalypse pulls out ... a can of gasoline!!!
Brad: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM??? WHY IS THERE GASOLINE UNDER THE RING???
Doc: Maybe there's a truck stop under there, I don't know!! But it looks like we may have grilled Hawaiian on the menu!!
Apocalypse climbs into the ring with the can and the ref warns him and tries to grabs the can. The two play tug of war with it as BJG comes racing down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Grier wrestles the can away from Apoc himself and and backs off. Apoc starts after him, but Kahuna gets up and hits him with a cradle suplex! The referee counts 1....2....3!!
Doc: WHY WASNT KAHUNA DISQUALIFIED???!!!
Brad: Maybe because Grier didn't lay a hand on Apocalypse? Duh??
|
Winner: BIG KAHUNA!!!!!!! |
Apocalypse gets up angry, but Grier is there to meet him with a right hand to the jaw. Apocalypse goes down and rolls out of the ring. He backs up the ramp, holding his jaw and shouting curses at BJ as BJG holds Kahuna's arm in triumph.
Brad: It's definitely not over between Apocalypse and Grier!!!
The fans simmer in anticipation as Frank appears on the Radi-Tron mic
in hand
Frank: We are just moments away from a US Title match between the
reigning champion Adz, and my guest at this time, from whom I will now get
some words
The camera slowly pans left and the Rose Garden erupts as G-Sex�s arm
appears in frame, the undistinguishable Ngai-Tahu inspired Maori tattoo
glistening, the camera pans out to a wider shot and the fans erupt even
louder as G-Sex snaps his head in the camera�s direction, he is wearing
a sleeveless red �Scratch Dat� T-Shirt and red tinted Armani thin frame
glasses, as the crowd continues to simmer G-Sex slowly raises Frank�s
arm so the mic is directly under his lips, as he pauses the arena breaks
out into a bone rattling �G-SEX!!� chant, G-Sex waits for that to die
down before speaking
G-Sex: Yo Portland, Frank, Brad, that fake-@ss punk BeHootch Dillinger
and all the �G-Sex Addiktz� around the world �..
G-Sex and fans in unison: Ya�ll know what time it is!!!
G-Sex: Portland, Whats p-o-o-o-o-o-pin�!!!!!!
Frank waits for the effects of the pop to die down before
continuing
Frank: G-Sex if you were to be victorious tonight you would join some
pretty illustrious company, the likes of Jango Cross and �The Ruthless
One� do you think that places extra pressure on you?
G-Sex: Pressure? Frank you know damn well I don�t feel no pressure,
Look at me, feel me flow, listen to the Rose Garden!
G-Sex pauses and the fans begin chanting his name again
G-Sex: Tonight is the first chapter in my destiny, tonight I bring the
US Title home to the land of the free and the home of the brave,
tonight I face the man, no
Rose Garden: SCRAAAATCH DAT!
G-Sex: Tonight I face the myth, no
Rose Garden: SCRAAAATCH DAT!
G-Sex: Tonight I face the moron Adz! Woah, woah, hold up, Moron? How
weak is that? I�m about to win the US title, I�m cutting a Nielsen�s
grabbing promo and all I can come up with is moron. Yo Portland you know I
can do better than that
G-Sex grabs the mic out of Frank�s hand and raises it
G-Sex: Tonight �. Tonight I face that dumb ass, tea drinking, can�t win
a war, can�t win a match, mama is a whore punk Adz! But yo there were
quite a few syllables, so Adz Im�a dumb it down for ya, you aint nutin�
but a �.
Rose Garden: BEEEEEEEEHOOOOOOOTCH!!
G-Sex throws the mic back to Frank and he just barely catches it
Frank: Although you have gained victories over some impressive
opposition, you have also gained a couple of enemies, our Commissioner and now
the returning Blackout to name but a few, do you think that either of
them will play a part in tonight�s match?
G-Sex: Well first you got Blackout a punk who couldn�t handle it the
first time round so what will be different this time?, he wants to beef
with me, and he wants to approach attacking me like he handles his love
life, in the dark ��. And from behind!
LOUD POP FOR THAT!!
G-Sex: But if Blackout wants to step in the ring with �Tha Franchize
Playa� he is gonna get beat worse than Highway�s meat when he watches
Golden Girls!
EVEN LOUDER POP!!
G-Sex: But although the antics of Dorothy and Rose are humorous, there
is nothing, absolutely nothing funny about what will happen to Tommy if
he interferes in my business, Highway I don�t care who you are, or who
you THINK you are, if you stop me from reaching my destiny, it�s over
��.. Dawg
Frank: Well guys back to you
G-Sex cuts Frank off and snatches the mic
G-Sex: Woah BeHootch I wasn�t finished yet, Yo Adz I know you
listening, and Portland we need to keep it slow for the BeHootch, Can
G-Sex & Rose Garden speak slowly: I GET A WITNESS!
G-Sex stares at the camera with intensity as the fans pop one last
time and we go back to ringside
RAWF United States Championship
ADZ* VS. G-SEX |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"Still Ballin" blasts over the sound system and the fans give a huge roar.
Levitan: Introducing first, the challenger........from Sacramento, California ....weighing 269 pounds ...this is G-SEX!!!
G-Sex comes through the curtain and the arena erupts. Chants of "Scratch Dat!" reverberate throughout as he struts down the ramp and leaps into the ring.
Brad: G-Sex gets his first chance at RAWF gold tonight! Is he up to the task?
Doc: If you had asked me that question two weeks ago, I might have given him fair odds in this one Brad, but Adz has been a different man of late. I think the champion's new attitude will be G-Sex's undoing!
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Bring Me To Life" plays and the crowd erupts again...albeit not QUITE as loud.
Levitan: From London, England....weighing 275 pounds .... he is the RAWF United States Champion....he is ADZ!!!!
Proudly wearing the belt around his chiseled torso, Adz steps out from the curtain. His trademark grin had disappeared and a slight scowl has replaced it. He stands at the top of the ramp and pyros go off while he stretches his massive neck from side to side. Slowly and with purpose, he strides down the ramp, climbs into the ring, removes his belt, and hands it to the referee...all the time never taking his eyes off of G-Sex. G-Sex smiles at him as the ref displays the belt to the crowd, then hands it to the timekeeper. Then the ref calls for the bell and the two competitors circle each other.
Brad: I have to admit, this "new" Adz is definitely a bit more intimidating, but you know his sense of humor is under there somewhere.
Doc: There's nothing funny about defending a championship Brad! I think it finally got through Adz's head that being a goofball could only hinder him, not help him.
The two lock up and Adz quickly turns it into a headlock. G-Sex shoves the champ off and into the ropes. Adz comes off the ropes and nails G with a shoulderblock that takes him to the canvas. Adz hits the ropes again as G-Sex gets up. G-Sex leapfrogs Adz as he goes by and turns around as Adz bounces back once more. G-Sex catches him with a smart looking arm drag takedown and cinches it into an armbar. Adz winces and works his way to his feet. G-Sex turns the armbar into an arm wringer. Adz reverses it and short arm clotheslines G-Sex to the mat. Adz stands up and hits the ropes, but misses with an elbow drop. Both men get to their feet and G-Sex catches Adz with a shot to the jaw. Adz retaliates with an elbow to G's forehead. He grabs G and whips him into the ropes. Adz rears back for a punch, but G grabs the ropes and stops him momentum. Both men stare at each other, slight smiles on their faces. They circle each other again and lock up. Adz knees G in the stomach, then forearms him in the back. G goes down on his knees. Adz grabs him by the head and starts twisting G's neck. G yells out in obvious pain. The ref asks him and he yells a definitive "no!" He stands up and delivers a mulekick to Adz groin. Adz lets him go and and crosses his legs. G grabs him and gives him a reverse atomic drop. Adz's eyes cross and he slumps to the mat. G grabs Adz by the ankles and looks to the crowd, who roar with approval. G-Sex gives Adz a diving headbutt to the groin.
Brad: OUCH! Adz could end up singing soprano by the time this is over!
Doc: You've got to wonder if Adz may be thinking about his big Interfed Tourney match against Arsenal X and not totally concentrating on this match. He seems a bit sluggish out there so far.
G stands up and grabs Adz by the ankles again and tries to apply a California Cloverleaf, but Adz squirms out of it and crawls over to the ropes. The ref backs G-Sex up as Adz pulls himself to one knee, using the ropes. G-Sex shoves his way past the ref and advances on Adz, only to recieve a shoulder in the stomach that doubles him over. Adz stands and grabs him in a front facelock and clubs across the back with a forearm shot. G-stands upright, clutches his back and staggers away. Adz grabs him from behind and executes a russian leg sweep neckbreaker. The champion picks his challenger up off the mat, whips him into the ropes and catches in an overhead press! Adz holds G-Sex high above him as the crowd marvels at Adz's power! Adz finishes the press slam by dumping G-Sex to the canvas face first. G-Sex's chin bounces off the canvas upon impact and he rolls over, folding his arms around him. Adz picks him up again and whips him into the ropes, putting him a belly-to-belly suplex on the return! G-Sex gasps for air and rolls around on the canvas. Adz picks him up once more and puts him in a bearhug! G yelps in agony and starts to eyerake Adz, but Adz gives him a mighty squeeze and G-Sex yells louder and is thwarted. G-Sex pounds Adz in the head with a punch, but the champ holds on. G-Sex hits him twice more, but Adz just keeps squeezing and G-Sex starts to fade. His body starts to go limp and his head droops onto Adz's shoulder. The crowd starts stomping and cheering for G-Sex, trying to give him the energy needed to come back.
Doc: Adz's power may have been too much for "The Playah"!! He tried to fight his way out, but Adz concentrated on keeping him in that bearhug!! This could be over real quick!
Brad: G-Sex's arms now hanging limply at his sides as Adz continues to apply pressure to those ribs and cut off G's circulation. The ref checks the arm once. It falls. He checks again ...falls again. If he it falls a third time, Adz will win!
The ref raises the arm a third time and it starts to fall, but then suddenly raises and G-Sex starts a shaking. The crowd really gets into it now as G-Sex punches Adz once....twice....three times. Adz stubbornly refuses to release the hold ....until a headbutt by G-Sex catches him right between the eyes and he staggers back, letting go of the hug. The adrenaline running through him now, G-Sex keeps up the attack, pounding Adz several more times with punches. The champion is swaying back and forth, but doesn't fall. G-Sex hits the ropes and charges at the champion .....but is caught by a devastating spinebuster. Adz covers. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by G-Sex. Adz picks his challenger up and gives him a belly to back suplex. Adz gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle, standing with his back towards his opponent. Adz leaps and flips backwards for a moonsault .... but no one is home, G-Sex rolls out of the way! Adz crashes to the mat and curls up in a fetal position, grabbing his stomach. G-Sex stands up groggily and stumbles over to the corner to rest. Adz slowly and painfully stands up and G charges, flooring him with a lariat. G stands up and drives his boot into Adz chest a few times, then picks him up, whips him into the ropes and delivers a powerslam on the return. He covers 1...2...kickout by Adz. G-Sex picks him up and tosses him into the corner. G charges and Adz gets a boot up. G's head connects with Adz foot and he stumbles back a few steps. Adz charges and clotheslines him to the mat. Adz momentum also takes him to the canvas and both men lie still for a few moments, then get back up together. They trade weak punches back and forth before Adz grabs G on a headlock. G turns it into a belly to back suplex and again both men lie motionless on the canvas.
Brad: A grueling match between two awesome competitiors!! This is what RAWF is all about!!
Doc: When golds on the line, our guys always make it worth the money!
G rolls over and tries a cover. Ref counts 1...2...3 NO! Two and a half the ref says. G climbs to his feet and drags Adz up. He executes a vertical suplex! The champion crashes to the mat with a thunk that shakes the entire ring to it's foundation. G gets up and puts Adz in a California Cloverleaf!!! The champion roars in agony and tries desperately to reach the ropes. After a long agonizing few minutes, he manages to get there and the ref calls for the break. Adz rolls under the ropes and lies on the apron. G-Sex hits the opposite ropes and tries a baseball slide dropkick, but Adz rolls off the apron and out of the way. G slides under the ropes and comes up on his feet on the arena floor. Adz grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him on the cold unforgiving concrete!! Adz picks the challenger up and grabs him around the waist, then rams him back first into the steel post. Adz tosses G-Sex back into the ring and climbs up on the apron. Adz slingshots himself up over the ropes and hits a splash on G-Sex! A cover! Ref counts 1...2...kickout by G-Sex. Adz gets to his feet and reaches down to pick G up, but G rolls him up with an inside cradle! 1...2... kickout by Adz. Adz gets up and stomps on G viciously, then drops an elbow on him. A cover 1...2... kickout by the challenger. Adz picks him up and executes a brainbuster DDT! Another cover. 1....2....G just gets a shoulder up in time. Adz picks him up and clocks him with a beefy right hand that sends the challenger stumbling into the corner. Adz grabs him by the back of the head and rams him into the turnbuckle. G staggers away...falls to one knee....gets up.... and Adz blasts him with a power clothesline that causes the challenger to do a one eighty to the canvas.
Doc: Adz has got to stay on the attack! You can't let a cheater like G-Sex get his bearings!
Brad: When has G-Sex ever cheated???
Doc: Ask the thousands of women around the country he has. The man spreads it around faster than a oil spill in Alaska.
A cover by Adz! 1...2...G gets a foot up on the ropes, stopping the count. Adz picks him up and tries a belly-to-belly, but G blocks it and clubs him across the ears with both forearms. Adz grabs his head and staggers away. G-Sex doubles over and goes to one knee, trying to catch a breather. Adz shakes it off and starts toward him, but G levels a shoulder right in Adz's midsection, the delivers a stunner! The crowd starts chanting "G-SEX! G-SEX!" G stands up and hits the ropes...delivering a diving headbutt to Adz cranium! A cover! 1...2...kickout by Adz. G-Sex picks him up and tosses him into the corner. G charges ..... Adz moves out of the way ...G stops himself from hitting the turnbuckles and spins around ..... Adz tries a short arm clothesline, but G ducks and blasts him with a right hand that sends Adz into the ropes. G pummels him with several more punches, then nails a haymaker that sends the champion flipping over the top rope backwards. Adz manages to land on his feet outside the ring. The ref backs G off for a second, but G pushes past him and Adz grabs him by the ankles, tripping him up and dragging him outside. Adz clocks G with a couple of punches, then whips him into the steel barricade. Adz rolls back into the ring and takes a breather while G slowly and painfully picks himself up and staggers over to the ring. G rolls in and Adz is ready for him with a knee to the back of the head. He picks the challenger up and executes a double underhook suplex!! A cover 1....2....G kicks out at the last instance. Adz picks him up and tosses him into the ropes. Adz bends down for a backdrop attmept, but G puts on the brakes and and grabs him, executing a pedigree!!! G picks him back up, whips Adz into the ropes and hits a fall-away slam!!! He stands up and looks to the crowd who roar in anticipation. He gives the signal for The Sex Drive!!
Brad: OHHHHHH Here we go! This could be it!!! G picks him up, places him in position...
Suddenly the arena goes dark.
Brad: Oh no!!! NO!!!
Doc: I think we may have a Blackout!!!
When the lights retunr, Blackout is indeed standing behind G. G senses him and lets Adz go and spins around. Blackout raises his tire iron but G kicks him in the stomach. Blackout drops the tire iron and doubles over!! G hits HIM with the Sex Drive!! The crowd goes crazy as G-Sex stands up and dances, then spits on Blackout. From behind Adz nails G with a double axehandle and spins him around. He gets him position and delivers an ATOM BOMB!!!!!
Doc: THAT'S IT!! THATS IT!! HEY REF, TURN AROUND!!
Adz makes a cover, but the ref is busy rolling Blackout out of the ring. From the curtain, Croc comes charging down and rolls into the ring as Adz stands up to yell at the ref.
Brad: What the hell???? Croc is in the ring!!!
Croc stands and waits for Adz to turn around ...and nails him with a Crockick!!!!! Then Croc pulls G over on top of Adz and scurries out of the ring as the ref finally gets Blackout rolled out. The ref makes the count. 1....2....3!!!
Brad: HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!!
Doc: No thanks to Blackout or Croc??? They were the ones who caused this whole mess!!! Actually, Adz has no one to blame but himself! He started it with Croc by mouthing off earlier!!!
Winner:
AND NEW RAWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION
G-SEX!!!!!!! |
Croc makes his way back up the ramp laughing while Adz and G-Sex lie unconscious in the ring. The referee takes the United States Championship belt and raises G-Sex's limp arm as the show goes to commercial.
CROC & CHRIS NEWTON
VS.
ARSENAL X & DEADMAN K |
Doc: Question for you Brad.
Brad: Go ahead Doc, although I�m sure I�ll regret it soon.
Doc: Would you consider this match as continuing this show with a �bang� or a �whimper� ?
Brad: I knew I�d regret asking you that.
Doc: Well ?
Brad: A deep subject Doc, even for you.
Doc: What�s a deep subject ? My question wasn�t that complicated.
Levitan: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall .... Introducing first .... from Cypress, California ....weighing in at 265 pounds ... he possesses the Triple Crown, he is the King of RAWF ... he is ARSENAL X!!!
Hideki comes out and points out into the crowd to a huge cheer, soon followed by the RAWF Triple Crown Champion Arsenal X. As X comes out Hideki points at him Scott Hall style and then lowers his hands. X walks out to him and raises his hands, the two men slap ten and then turn and walk down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as they go. They get down to the ring and walk in, slapping hands in center ring. X takes off the Triple Crown Title and holds it up to a huge ovation. His music cuts and is replaced by �Immortal� by Adema.
Brad: The Triple Crown Champ is here and here comes his partner !
Levitan: And his partner .... from Scunthorpe, England .... weighing in at 288 pounds .... he is the DEADMAN K!!!
Doc: Yippie, the true Triple Crown Champion should be Croc ! He got hosed !
Brad: You�ve been whining about that since Conquest ended. When are you going to let that go ?
Doc: When Kit or Vice do something to correct it ! He was robbed and no one has done a thing about it ! You�d think Kit would want to help Croc considering their relationship.
Brad: WHAT relationship ?? Kit looks like she wants to vomit every time he�s near her ! Apparently they, like the rest of us, don�t have any problem with how that match ended.
Doc: Well they should.
Brad: Well, while you�ve been wasting my time yammering and whining about that end of that match, which might I add happened almost two weeks ago, Deadman K has come out and gotten into the ring with Arsenal X and Newton�s music has started.
Levitan: And their opponents .... First, from Miami, Florida .... weighing in at 287 pounds .... he is a member of the CWF Brotherhood ... he is CHRIS NEWTON!!
Chris Newton comes out to �Gang Related� by Anybody Killer and stands on the ramp and the fans give him a very mixed reaction. He stands on the ramp with little _expression on his face and waits. Finally his music stops and the crowd goes silent, aside from the occasional catcall. He folds his arms across his chest and looks back to the curtain, a smirk on his face.
Brad: It looks like some of the fans are a bit angry at Newton for aligning with Croc. It�ll be interesting to see how that relationship plays out as well as how this new CWF �Brotherhood� plays out. To me the just look like a bunch of angry, inappreciative whiners who seem to think that they have to remind everyone of where they came from. Cros is an unqualified success here and Newton has made a mark since joining, I don�t see why they�re both so willing to turn their back on their fans like this.
Doc: Take off your rose colored glasses and see the situation for what it is. Unless you�re someone like Dopey the Wonderchamp or even someone like �The Mountain Dew Fueled SOB� you don�t get anywhere here. Sure, Croc was a Title holder� but they screwed him out of it and his chance to claim another one. I can see why they did that, it was necessary.
Brad: You would see something that�s not there. You see this non existent relationship between Kit and Croc and you�re delusion driven eyes are seeing this supposed conspiracy against Croc and Newton. You need a therapist. If you�d care to remember Croc is the reigning Ironman Champion.
Doc: Take off your rose colored glasses and put away your pom poms Brad. You can�t see it because you don�t want to.
Brad: Sure Doc. With that said, and after what seemed like a hell of a long wait, I can hear the sounds of Limp Bizkit so it must mean Croc is here.
Levitan: And his partner .... from Sydney, Australia .... weighing in at 245 pounds .... a member of the Brotherhood .... he is the RAWF Ironman Champion ... he is the AUSSIE ICON, CROC!!!!!
Croc comes walking out from behind the curtain and looks at Newton, an evil smile on his face. The two men smile at each other as Croc raises the RAWF Ironman Championship over his head to a rousing chorus of boos. He drapes the Title Belt over his shoulder and looks at Newton. The two men nod their heads and charge down to the ring, diving under the ropes. Croc comes up and plants the Ironman Title right between the eyes of Deadman K, knocking him to the mat. He throws the Title out of the ring and drops on top of Deadman K, lacing his forehead with stiff rights and lefts. Off to the left Arsenal X and Newton slug it out in one of the far corners, trading punches at an even rate. The referee is caught in the center of the ring, not knowing which way to go first.
Brad: It�s total chaos in there, it�s a madhouse between the ropes !
Doc: That seems appropriate; it is the name of the show. Now all we need to see is the referee go and it would be perfect.
Almost as if on cue the referee tries to get between Croc and Deadman K and separate them. Unfortunately for himself he times it poorly and leaps right between the two men as Croc is in mid motion for a Croc Kick. The kick lands solidly�and plants itself into the referee�s jaw, almost separating it from his head. The referee drops like a ton of bricks, totally unconscious. Croc looks down at the referee and smirks at the aftermath then looks up at Deadman K in time to catch a hard right square in the mouth. It spins him around and drops him face first onto the canvas. Croc pulls him off the canvas and hits a snap suplex, followed by a swinging neckbreaker and then whips him into the ropes. When Deadman K gets back to him he grabs him around the neck and hits a vicious jumping DDT. He looks over to the other corner where X and Newton are still trading punches and then slides out of the ring. He walks over to the time keeper and viciously shoves him out of his chair and then takes it into the ring. He walks up behind his partner and waits for him to spin X around. When he does so Croc plants the chair into the back of his head and knocks him flat on his face.
Brad: Oh COME ON ! That�s totally unnecessary ! It�s a good thing the referee is down or those two would be out of here !
Doc: Well he IS down and they�re NOT out so HA ! This match is looking better already !
Newton and Croc drag Deadman K to his feet and Croc lifts him up into a standing fireman�s carry. He grins at Newton who puts his hands on the back of K�s neck. Croc grins evilly and leaps up, dropping sideways. As he does so Newton pushes down on K�s head and adds extra force to Croc�s �Death Roll�. K gets spiked into the canvas and lays motionless afterward. Croc and Newton turn around and start to laugh. It doesn�t last long. As Croc turns around he�s almost taken out of his boots with a massive spear. As Arsenal X stands up Newton tries to hit him with the chair but X ducks under it and nails a savage lariat on Newton, snapping his head back and dropping him to the canvas in a daze. He picks up the chair and holds it up to a loud cheer.
Doc: Disqualify him ! Disqualify him ! He has a chair ! That�s illegal ! Come on zebra�get with it !!
Brad: My how the tables have turned.
X slams the table down on Croc, hitting him right in the sternum and knocking the wind out of him. He does it again to be sure Croc is down then drops the chair onto Croc�s chest. He turns around and picks Newton up, punching him hard in the solar plexus and doubling him over. He pushes Newton�s head between his legs then hoists him up into a powerbomb. He holds it up for a few seconds and waits for the huge pop from the crowd then slams Newton down on top of the chair and Croc�s inert body. The three slam together with a tremendous crash and the entire ring buckles. Newton rolls off of Croc and slumps down to the ring sprawled out on his face. X grabs Newton and the chair and tosses them both out of the ring, making sure to toss the chair into the crowd so that it can�t be used again. He turns around and helps K to his feet. The two pause to talk strategy for a few seconds then walk over to Croc, who�s started to stir. X points down to Croc and looks up at K with an amused grin. He walks over to the ropes as K pulls the still dazed Croc to his feet and backs up to the ropes. X lifts his hands and makes the �throw him this way gesture�, to which K gladly obliges. He Irish whips Croc into X, who hoists him up into a powerbomb as K backs himself up the second rope and nods at X.
Brad: I have a feeling that Croc is about to be repaid for the belt shot and the double team.
Doc: That referee ought to be fired, he�s totally out of position !!!
Brad: �Out of position� Doc ? The poor guy�s been laying face down on the mat for the last four minutes while these four beat the hell out of each other. If you�d care to remember Doc it�s Croc�s fault that the referee is IN this position to begin with. If not for his need to get a cheap shot in on his opponents this wouldn�t have happened.
Doc: Details, details.
Inside the ring X breaks into a run with Croc seated in the powerbomb position. When he gets almost all the way across the ring he leaps forward and sits out, slamming Croc down hard on his back. This is accompanied by K leaping off of the second rope as Croc is on his way down, landing a perfect second rope legdrop. K stands up after the legdrop and rolls out of the ring, coming to his place on the apron as X hauls Croc to his feet and the referee starts to come around. X backs up a couple of steps back as Croc gets back to his feet and smirks at him, much to Croc�s ire. The referee stands up and rubs the back of his head, then looks at X and Croc with a quizzical look. Outside the ring Newton pulls himself up by the apron, also rubbing the back of his head. The referee looks at him then back at the men in the ring. Croc takes the chance to start trying to re-spin the incident to the referee. X looks at Croc and starts laughing, shaking his head in amused disbelief. The referee looks at the two men then looks to Newton, telling him to get in his corner and stay there. He then looks to K and repeats himself. Having re-established order, at least for the time being, he points at the two �legal� men and then calls for the bell. The time keeper rings it and things get �officially� underway.
Brad: We�re finally underway. You�d think this was a main event and not an opener the way these men are tearing into each other.
Doc: Hatred is a beautiful thing that way�
The match begins with the two Champions facing off in center ring and they waste no time picking up where they left off. The two men immediately begin to engaged in the granddaddy of all slugfests, tossing rights and lefts at each other as if they were professional boxers and not wrestlers. This lasts for a good five minutes until Croc goes to connect with a haymaker that X ducks, slipping behind the off balance Aussie and locking him into a t-bone position. X lifts Croc up with little challenge and throws him overhead, slamming him down on the back of his head and neck with a beautiful T-Bone suplex. He immediately rolls through it somehow and stands up again, then flings himself backwards again and lands another T-bone suplex, followed by another roll through and a third crisply executed suplex. After doing to X pops back to his feet to a loud chorus of applause, led by his impromptu partner and Hideki. Even Newton looks at least somewhat impressed by the display, even though he is obvious concerned about Croc. X soaks in the applause for a few seconds then bends over, pulling Croc to his feet and locks him into a Dragon Sleeper. He holds the move for a few seconds then adjusts his hand position and drops to the mat, seamlessly transitioning it into an inverted DDT. This move also draws him a loud cheer of respect.
Brad: That is some of the smoothest transition wrestling I have ever seen ! He flowed seamlessly from one move to another !
Doc: Bah ! The Aussie Icon is only humoring him.
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