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Levitan: This contest is scheduled for one fall .... introducing first .... from Charlotte, North Carolina .... weighing 275 pounds .... this is "THE PERFECT DESIGN" AARON JUSTICE!!!
"My Way" by Limp Biskit blares as Justice struts to ringside. The music is barely audible as the boos and heckling drown out the amplified tunes. Spitting on a fan that was flipping him off, Aaron smiles, listening to the profane response from the riles fan. Continuing on his way, "The Perfect Design" gets to the ring.
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Never Gunna Stop" by Rob Zombie fires up, and the crowd cheers like hell. The response from the crowd energizes Matt Daddy, and he poses, preens, and gives the fans a little show as he makes his way to the ring.
Levitan: From Detroit, Michigan .... weighing 235 pounds ... this is MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!
Doc: This is a chance for "Matt Daddy" to show us what he's got. Aaron Justice is no pushover, and he keeps with strong company. I like the stones Higgerson has...challenging Dirge if he wins tonight. Everyone would like a shot at Dirge, but not everyone says it.
Brad: This is a turning point for Higgerson. The championship committee of Vice, Highway, and Kit make the title match-ups. Its out of Dirge's hands. However, a strong showing tonight, and he'll have to be considered.
The bell rings and Justice charges Higgerson. Matt Daddy ducks the intial swing and peppers Aaron with a few jabs. Sticking and moving, he keeps a little distance between himself and his opponent. Justice, circles around him, just out of his reach. He feints right, goes left, closes and locks up. Winning the tie-up, Justice shoots him into the ropes, where he knocks him down with a high knee. Grabbing him back up, he starts to bodyslam Higgerson, when Matt starts jabbing again. Once Justice backs up a step, Matt Daddy hits him with a standing dropkick. Justice staggers but does not fall. Pinwheeling to keep his balance, Aaron is grabbed easily and sent back into the ropes, where, upon his return, he is met with a big boot, sending him down. Higgerson continues with a knee drop and headlock.
Doc: An old fashioned headlock. You don't see those that much these days...because nobody wants to see them!
Brad: Using wear-down holds is a lost art, along with the art of calling a match, right Doc? Everyone wants to hit the big hold, no one has any patience. It's ridiculous. Kids these days just want to hit finishers, when your opponent has to be down enough for you to do it. Back in the day...
Doc: Spare me. Spare the audience. I don't want to know how you walked to school everyday uphill both ways in the snow without a coat. Shut up dad, quit your preaching, and lets get back to the match.
Justice stands up and puts a few elbows into Higgerson's ribs. Releasing the hold, Higgerson runs the ropes, and hits another dropkick. Whipping Justice into the ropes this time, Higgerson jumps up to give Aaron one more dropkick, but his opponent holds onto the ropes, to keep him from bouncing back. Matt Daddy dropkicks nothing but air, and Justice is on him like a flash. Slingshotting him into the corner, Aaron takes a running head start and hits Higgerson with a clothesline/avalanche combo. As Higgerson staggers out of the corner to fall down, Justice scoops him up and puts him on his shoulders. Spinning around a little bit, Aaron drops down Samoan style. Getting the hurt Higgerson back to his feet, He hits him with an atomic drop, followed by a clothesline and an elbow. Continuing, Aaron slams a knee into Matt's tailbone, and brings a couple of elbows down on his head. Higgerson, not one for giving up, gets to his feet slowly, but then gets a spinebuster applied to him. Justice goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! Deciding that he had Matt Daddy right where he wanted him, Justice picks up Higgerson and gorilla presses him, walking around as if holding up a trophy. The trophy did not want to get dropped, so he slams a palm into Aaron's face. Higgerson collapses on Justice, in a pinning combination...1-2-kickout! Rolling away, Matt Daddy gets to his feet and charges the rising Justice. As Aaron gets to his feet, Higgerson hits him with a jumping DDT...1-2-kickout! Matt Daddy immediately goes with an armbar with a trapezius grip.
Doc: There's another one of your "lost-art" manuevers.
Brad: It is, and who has the advantage right now?
Higgerson keeps the hold on as long as he can. Aaron uses his considerable strength to get to his knees, from there, he reaches back with his free arm and picks Higgerson up semi-piggyback style. Standing up, he moves to the center of the ring and falls back, sandwiching Higgerson between him and the mat. Matt Daddy lets go of the manuever. Justice gets to his feet and starts stretching his arm, trying to shake off the pain. Matt Daddy gets to his feet and tries a superkick, which aaron ducks. Justice spears Higgerson and drives him into the mat, where he begins pulverizing him with punches. Stopping before the ref DQ's him, Justice then begins a choke, breaking IT off before the DQ. Picking him back up, he starts to send Higgerson into the corner. Amazingly, Matt Daddy has something left, the adrenaline pumps, and he reverses the move, sending Justice into the corner. Higgerson is right behind him, mounting the top rope, and sending some punches into Aaron's mug...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Matt Daddy gets ten punches in before the ref can count to five. The crowd roars its approval, but that is short lived, as Justice picks him up and attempts a reverse atomic drop. Higgerson jumps back a little, and is not caught with the knee. Matt Daddy comes back with a few punches, a single leg trip, and a crippler cross-face. Justice gets to the ropes before the ref has to ask him whether he wants to continue or not. Both men get to their feet, and Higgerson tries to put a boot into Aaron's midsection. Aaron catches it. Higgerson hops on one foot and attempts an inseguiri. Justice ducks, and matt Daddy falls. Keeping ahold of the leg, Justice turns him over for a single leg Boston crab. His opponent screams in pain and nearly taps, but Higgerson has enough to get to the ropes. Allowing Higgerson to get to his feet, Justice snears, whips him into the corner and gives him a "stinger splash." Bouncing back from the corner, Justice nails a "Rock Bottom" sending him down to the mat. With an insane look, he makes a gesture signalling that it is all over. Picking Higgerson up, he starts to put him on his shoulders...but Matt goes with the momentum, flips over top, grabs him in a headlock, and nails a DDT. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: What a counter! I am even impressed with that!
Brad: I honetly thought that was it. Out of nowhere, Matt Daddy Higgerson pulls out a hell of a DDT. You can never tell here in the RAWF.
Matt Daddy gets to his feet, and he allows Justice gets to his feet. Kicking Aaron in the gut, he runs the ropes and tries a scissors kick, but as he comes down with the leg, Justice moves. In an awkward position, Higgerson is easy prey for Justice. Getting kicked in the gut himself, Matt can't escape intime to avoid the stunner. Crashing to the mat, he looks up and sees Aaron falling toward him with a double knee drop to the head. Trying desperatelty to mount one last offensive, Higgerson starts to get up, but is felled by a pedigree. Justice makes the cover...1-2-3! When the count is finished, Aaron grabs a chair from ringside and smashes it over Matt's head. Laying the chair on the mat, the winner of the match goes for one final insult. When Higgerson wakes up, he is told that he was "Olympic slammed" on a chair, and knocked unconscious...
Doc: Well, he gave it a good fight, but Justice had a little bit more. For Matt Daddy, he has to keep trying to climb that ladder to get to the top!
Brad: Now, if only someone would put an end to that extracurricular assault and battery stuff after matches...
AARON JUSTICE |
Back in the interview area Jessica Beach is standing with Renton Cross.
Jessica: I'm with Renton Cross who last Sunday at Unleashed lost a Tuxedo mat...
Jessica's cell phone takes that opportunity to ring. She gives it a look of slight contempt, then mumbles an "excuse me one sec" and answers it.
Jessica: Hello? ..... Yes sir, he's right here, we were just getting ready to ... Ok, ok ... here he is.
She hands the phone to Renton who gives a puzzled look before putting the phone to his ear.
Renton: Hello? ... What can I do for you Mr. Hi ..... What? Okay. Hold on. Sorry Jess, I gotta take this in private.
Renton leaves the area as a slightly perturbed Jessica sends it back to Brad and Doc.
The camera pans back to the service entrance of Phillips Arena where we see John Patrick walking in, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that says "Legend By Design". He is carrying a duffel bag. As he is walking by the RAWF Staff office, Johnathan Vice pokes his head out.
Vice: JP come here, I need to talk to you.
Patrick: Hey Vice, what's up?
Vice: It's about Swanny ...
Vice motions for him to come in and Patrick shrugs, then follows. The door closes behind them.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ... from Salem, Massachussetts ..... weighing 220 pounds ... this is "SUDDEN IMPACT" RENTON CROSS!
Renton storms down to the ring looking meaner than normal. It looks like he hasn't shaved in days. He climbs into the ring and blows off some steam by yelling at the fans.
Levitan: And his opponent ....
"Generator" by Bad Religion keys up the crowd.
Levitan: From Paris, France .... weighing 245 pounds ... this is THE IRON CHEF!!!
The Chef strolls out from behind the curtain, carrying a small birthday cake with some lit candles on it. He walks down the ramp, around the ring, and over to the announcers table and presents the cake to Brad!
Chef: Happy Birthday Mr. Baxter!!
Brad: Why thank you Chef!! I didn't realize anyone knew!
The Chef smiles, then turns and climbs into the ring.
Doc: Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday Brad?
Brad: Oh right, like you would of gotten me something if you had known?
Doc: Sure I would of!! Enron stock is pretty cheap nowadays.....
The bell sounds and the two competitors lock up. Renton flips The Chef over with an armdrag takedown and cinches it in, twisting on the arm. Chef slowly makes his way to his feet, grimacing from the hold. Renton turns it into an armbar once both are standing. Chef reverses it, then chops Renton across the chest with his free hand. Renton stumbles back, catching himself with one hand. Chef yanks him back up by the arm he is still holding on to and chops him again. This scenario repeats itself twice more before Chef lets go of the arm and let's Renton fall completely to the canvas. Chef deftly launches a kneedrop to Renton's chest. He gets up and does it again. He picks Renton up, whips him into the ropes and powerslams him on the return. Chef gets up, grabs one of Renton's ankles and drops an elbow to the inside of his thigh. Renton howls in pain as the Chef does it again. Chef applies a stepover toehold and throws himself backwards to the mat, wrenching the knee and ankle of Renton Cross. The anguish on Renton's face is obvious as the Chef releases the hold, but then puts on a figure four leglock! Before the ref can even ask Renton if he gives up, Renton reaches over and pokes Chef in the eye. The Chef yelps in pain and releases the hold. Renton gets up and limps around, trying to work off the now sore ankle and knee. Chef gets to his feet, trying to clear his vision. Renton limps over and swats him hard a couple of times across the face. He picks him up and scoop slams him into a reverse DDT. Then he gets up and chides the fans, who give him hell in return.
Doc: I can't get over that birthday cake and all of the candles on it! We may need to call the fire department when they light this bad boy!!
Brad: Ha ha, very funny. How about watching the match and not the cake. Or else you won't get any.
Renton follows up with a with a lionsault and a cover. 1 ...2...kickout by Chef. Renton picks up the Chef and launches another offensive assault. Several punches and a savate kick are landed by Renton and he climbs the top turnbuckle for a moonsault attempt. Chef rolls out of the way just in time and Renton hits the canvas chest first. Both men get unsteadily to their feet and trade blows back and forth. Renton is sent to his knees by a haymaker from Chef, but lands a low blow and sends Chef staggering bowlegged away. Renton gives him an atomic drop, then whips him into the ropes and executes a frankensteiner on him. Ref counts 1 ...2 ... kickout by Chef. Renton quickly climbs the top rope for another high risk manuever, but Chef gets up and catches him in a powerslam when he leaps! The crowd gives the Chef a show of support and he acknowledges it by grinning at them. He picks Renton up and executes a fisherman's suplex. He follows that up with an irish whip to the corner followed by a turnbuckle clothesline. He climbs the top rope and tries a high risk manuever of his own, but Renton gets up and as Chef flies through the air, Renton dropkicks him!
Brad: Wow, this one is a display of ariel manuevers gone bad!! Hey get away from that cake Doc!
Doc: Oh come on! Get a knife and lets cut this bad boy! I'm getting hungry looking at it!
Brad: Will you forget the darn cake and call the match??
Renton executes a firemans carry into a Michinoku driver! He covers again, but Chef escapes before the three count. Renton starts to pull him to his feet, but Chef returns the favor from earlier and gives HIM a low blow. He gets up and delivers a reverse atomic drop followed by a sidewalk slam. Chef covers, ref counts 1...2...kickout by Renton. Chef pulls him to his feet and whips him into the corner. Renton climbs to the second ropes and leaps over the charging Chef and hits him with a spinning heel kick when he turns around. Chef collapses to the mat and Renton again climbs to the top. He hits a moonsault on the frenchman!! A cover! 1...2...Chef gets a foot draped across the bottom rope! Frustrated, Renton drags Chef up and tries a bodyslam, but Chef wraps his arm around Renton's head as he is picked up and shifts his weight over Renton's shoulder and gets behind him, into a reverse DDT! He executes a Porterhouse next and once again signals to the crowd that he's headed up top! He climbs to the top, hoping to end it with a Le Grenouille, but Renton gets up ... so he jumps down and punches Cross a couple of times instead. Renton returns them and adds two more. Chef stumbles back, and Renton repels off the ropes and leaps at him. But Chef catches him and executes a sitdown powerbomb!!! He covers and hooks the leg. 1...2...3!!
IRON CHEF!!! |
Brad: A great win for the Chef!! He's really working to get in line for a title shot of some sort, don't you think Doc?
Doc: Ohm, ebantellly. Gob any milb?
Brad: You couldn't wait for me to at least make a wish could you?
Doc: I jush mabe one for youb. But I still doon see any milk...
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ...introducing first ...from Birmingham, Alabama .... weighing 258 pounds ... this is ALEX LAYNE!
Layne struts down to the ring, "Bad Religion" by Godsmack plays as he gives the crowd a wry grin and steps between the ropes and poses arrogantly for them.
Levitan: And his opponent ...from Brooklyn, New York ...weighing 250 pounds ...this is EASY E!!!
An intense look of confidence covers Easy E's face as he makes his way into the ring with "Final Countdown" by Europe playing. He wears black tights and a green "Easy-E" t-shirt. He takes off his trademark sunglasses and tosses them at Layne who ducks and looks at Easy E incredulously. The Easy One gives him a mocking smile and a "What you going to do about it?" gesture.
Brad: This match should be interesting, two established talents going at it with each other. There's been no shortage of trash talk between the two either.
Doc: Yeah and Layne crucified that rambling idiot. Didn't anyone teach him proper grammar in school ? I've never seen anyone ramble on for that long without coming up for air first.
Brad: To each his own I suppose, either way this match should be good.
Doc: Yeah, good and short. Easy E doesn't stand a chance.
The two men stand in center ring looking at each other. Suddenly Layne breaks out into a huge smirk and starts laughing at Easy E. He further adds insult to injury by placing his hands behind his back and jutting his chin out, making sure that his bottom lip sticks out the furthest. Easy E looks at him with a look on anger on his face and takes two steps forward towards Layne, reaching out to lock up with him. Layne looks at him and gestures for Easy to take a swing at him. Easy looks at him and scowls, then launches a wicked looking right cross towards Layne. Layne stands immoble for a few seconds then dodges the haymaker attempt at the least second, totally throwing Easy off balance. Easy topples forward towards the mat and Layne whips around and slaps him in the back of the head, laughing the entire time. Easy stumbles forwards into the ropes and falls throat first across them. He bounces back towards Layne who grabs him and lands a beautiful German Suplex on him. Easy slams hard into the canvas and lays on it holding the back of his head in pain. Layne stands up and dances around the ring for a few seconds then walks over to Easy and pokes him in the side with his foot a couple of times, prodding him in a mocking manner. After a few seconds of that he bends over Easy and points into his face, laughing at him. This move is met with a hard shot to his jaw. Layne wheels around but stays on his feet. He regains his balance and turns around to face Easy, rubbing his jaw with a smile on his face.
Brad: Well this is certainly off to an interesting start. Layne came out and immidiately chose to belittle his opponent right off the bat. All that got him was a knuckle sandwich.
Doc: I thought it was rather funny, up until that disgusting cheap shot that Easy E just took.
Brad: "Cheap shot ?" You have to be kidding me Doc.
Doc: Not at all, that was totally uncalled for. Horrible sportsmanship.
Brad: Sometimes I wonder if we are watching the same matches from show to show.
Doc just smirks at Brad and looks back to the ring where Layne and Easy E have finally locked up. The two men fight for position until Layne spits in Easy's face. Easy steps away to wipe it off only to be nailed with a succession of five knife edged chops and then a stunner. Easy E reels backwards into the ropes, finally getting his eyes cleared out only to find Layne standing in the center of the ring with an obnoxious smirk on his face and his arms out in a mocking shrug. The gesture draws a loud boo from the fans, but this seems to only make Layne even happier. He turns towards the crowd to smirk some more and Easy E explodes out of the corner, nailing him in the back of the head with a clothesline. Layne stumbles into the corner face first and slams into it. He stumbles back a bit only to be dropped by Easy E with a Belly to Back Suplex. Layne falls to the mat and lays there for a second, a second that Easy E uses to lay a barrage of kicks into him.
Brad: It seems that Layne's incessant showboating has come back to haunt him.
Doc: Nonsense, he's only playing possum.
Easy E goes to lay another boot into Layne but Layne rolls away an inch and grabs Easy E's leg. He grins an evil grin up at Easy E then wrenches Easy's right leg to one side with a violent Dragon Screw. Easy launches to one side and comes back up a little staggered, thinking that Layne will let go. Layne doesn't let go, he tightens his grinp on that leg and violently wrenches it to the same time again then holds it and repeats the move for a third time, sending Easy E to the canvas holding his leg in agony. Layne doesn't let up however and immidiately drops Easy into a nasty Figure-Four-Leglock. Easy starts to thrash about in pain, slamming his fists repeatedly onto the canvas but he refuses to submit. Layne looks back over his shoulder then leans back and grabs the bottom rope, wrenching it up and down to add leverage to the Figure- Four. As he does this Easy's eyes launch open and his pounding gets even harder onto the mat. The referee looks at him in bewilderment then looks over to Layne, who drops the rope a second before the ref catches him. The ref asks him if he grabbed the rope and Layne looks at him, insisting that he did not. The referee shrugs and turns back to Easy E. Layne takes the opportunity to once again grab onto the bottom rope and pull it. Easy almost leaps back first off of the mat in pain as Layne yanks hard on the rope. Once again the referee looks back but barely misses Layne's larceny. Layne once again denies it.
Brad: Damn him and his shortcuts.
Doc: Hey, you're the guy who loves "techincal matches" Brad. You should love this one, he's working over one part of Easy E. How much more technical could he get ?
Brad: That's not what I mean and you know it. It's obvious that he knows the technical end of the game, so why does he have to resort to this ?
Doc: Because it's smart, that's why.
Brad: You disgust me.
Doc: Thank you, I take pride in that remark.
As Brad sits and fumes at Doc, Layne releases the Figure-Four and rolls Easy over onto his back. He yells to the crowd and gets a rousing boo in return then applies a Sharpshooter on Easy E. He waits a few seconds then stands up and turns it into an Elevated Texas Cloverleaf, leaning on Easy's back for added pressure. Easy's face turns a deep shade of red but he refuses to tap. Layne looks down at Easy and digs his knee into Easy's lower back, yelling at him to submit. Easy refuses to do so so Layne releases the move and turns it into an elevated Ankle lock. Easy grits his teeth against the pain and somehow spins around, locking Layne into a small package. The referee drops to the canvas to do the count, slamming his hand on the mat.
Brad: Small package ! This could be it ! ONE......TWO.... THR....
Doc: HA ! He kicked out !!
Brad: DAMN ! I thought he had him there ! That would have been one hell of a win !
Doc: Not today cheesefolk !
Layne pops to his feet with a look of anger on his face and immidiately lashes out, connecting on a nasty kick to Easy's face. He grabs Easy E and hits a Full Nelson Slam, followed by a fireman's carry into a Implant DDT, a double underhook suplex and a swinging neckbreaker. Layne stands up satisifed at his destruction then reaches down and slaps Easy E in the face, the crack ringing through the arena. The crowd yells "WHOOOO" and both announcers noticeably recoil from the sound of it. Layne stands Easy E up and connects on the "Down on Your Luck" then drags him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, almost knocking Easy's jaw off of his face with his "Look Up" Superkick. Easy's head snaps back violently and he slumps to the canvas. Layne hops up on the nearest turnbuckle and gets the crowd totally riled up by mocking both them and Easy E. He then turns around and prepares to leap on Easy, but the E-man has gotten up to his chagrin. He press slams Layne off the top rope, then staggers to one knee to catch a breather while Layne writhes in pain on the mat, holding his back. Both men stand up and Easy clotheslines Layne back to the mat. Layne tries to get up again, but another clothesline knocks him back to the canvas. One more time, albeit slowly, Layne climbs to his feet and Easy E picks him up in a fireman's carry and sends him careening to the mat with a samoan drop. Easy tries a cover 1...2...kickout by Layne. Easy picks him up and chokeslams him with authority. He climbs to the top ropes and hits with a daring frog splash! Another cover 1...2... Layne gets a shoulder up mere inches from the three count. Easy starts to pick Layne up, but Layne nails him with a low blow. Layne hits him with a diamond cutter, then steps back to catch a breath. Easy gets to his feet somewhat unsteadily and Layne hits him with another LSK!! He covers, hooking the leg. 1...2...3!!
Doc: A great victory for Alex Layne!!! And new member of Evolution!!
Brad: What?
Doc: You are so dense Brad, you never get the good scoops! You heard me, live with it!
ALEX LAYNE!!!! |
The scene switches to the back. We see Carl Sabre, Big Kahuna, and Vice standing in front of the Ironman Wheel. Kahuna steps up and gives the wheel a spin. Round and round it goes .... until it slows down, then eventually stops on ..... "CASKET MATCH"
Kahuna: Well now, this should be fun. Hope you have a casket ready. To hold Manson that is.
Kahuna and Sabre walk off to discuss strategy.
VS. JUSTIN FANTASTIC & BILL FURY |
Levitan: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing team number one ... from Parts Unknown .... with a combined weight of 611 pounds ... DEATH AND TAXES .... THE INEVITABLES!!!
"Mr. Scary" by Dokken broadcasts as the two imposing figures walk side by side to the ring. A fan at ringside holds up a Justin Fantastic t-shirt and tells Taxes that they "suck." Taxes takes the shirt, wipes his sweaty armpits with it, and throws it back into the kids face. Death starts to chuckle underneath his mask. Amid boos, the two climb into the ring.
Levitan: And their opponents .....
Sympathy For The Devil" by The Rolling Stones rocks the house to the delight of the crowd. The two partners walk out to an earth shaking roar of applause. Bill, all business, watches out of the corners of his eyes as Justin works the crowd. Carrying a couple of autographed shirts, Justin gets a couple of hugs, and whips the shirts out to different parts of the crowd. Seeing their opponents looking ready, Justin becomes all business, just like Bill.
Levitan: Accompianied by their manager, April Katz .... with a combined weight of 475 pounds ... the team of BILL FURY AND JUSTIN FANTASTIC!!!
Brad: Two teams, one shot at the gold. Dare I ask who you think will win this one?
Doc: You may dare to ask, and I think the answer will surprise you. I'm going with Fantastic and Fury! The difference being the mammoth Fury. It doesn't hurt that the giant has a former U.S. Champ tagging with him.
Brad: You're right, that does surprise me. I thought for sure that you'd go with the Inevitables, they have that killer instinct you like so much.
Justin starts off with against Taxes. Justin uses his speed to keep away from his larger opponent. Feigning some kicks, he keeps Taxes at a safe distance during this "feeling out" process. Both men trying to take the measure of the other, they slowly get more bold, until they attempt to lock up. As "1040" starts to lock up with his smaller foe, Justin ducks, whips around him, grabs him around the waist and suplexes him. He tries to bridge up, but cannot. The ref starts a count on both men...1-2-Justin releases Taxes. Getting to their feet, Justin tries a spinning heel kick, but Taxes is ready for it, and he blocks with both arms, swatting the kick away. Justin falls down and is scooped up and bodyslammed. As he gets up, his opponent applies a swinging full-nelson, which he turns into a facebuster when he stopes swinging and falls forward. Justin's nose starts bleeding. Fury, not used to tagging, gets in the ring to help his partner. He clubs Taxes over the head with his big meathook. Death sprints in and is thrown outside of the ring for his trouble. The ref gives Fury the business, telling him to get out or lose the match. Fury gets back to the apron, where Death smacks him on the back with a chair as payment for the toss. The ref, who had been busy seeing how the legal men were doing, turns his attention over to Death, and orders him to his corner. Justin revives and twists around, hitting Taxes with a tornado punch. When the Taxman's head snapped back, Fantastic grabs his arm, whips him into the corner with Fury, and makes a tag. Fury gets in and hammers him with thunderous blows. Body slamming him down, Fury splashes him, then applies a stomach claw. Taxes starts crying out to the Almighty, and shrieks in pain. Just as he was going to tap out, Death comes running over and stops the hold with a forearm smash to the head. As the ref escorts Death to his corner, Justin comes in and crescent kicks Taxes as Bill hold him.
Doc: I can't believe it! Justin just cheated Death!
Brad: How long have you waited to say that?
Doc: I just thought of it.
Furious, Death sprints over and clotheslines Justin, and the momentum carries him over, too. Fury grabs ahold of Taxes and chokebombs him. He makes the cover.................the ref is outside separating Justin and Death. Mad, Fury presses Taxes over his head and throws him down on Death. They lay there in a heap. Justin gets back in the ring and the two start slapping hands in celebration. The ref gets back in the ring and takes that as a tag, so he forces Fury to get on the apron. With Justin now the legal man, he waits as Taxes rolls back in the ring. Taxes gets up very slowly, and is met with an "x-factor" that sends him down. Death has made his way back to his corner, and he yells an obscenity at Fury, and acts like he's getting in the ring. Fury takes the bait and climbs in, intent on stopping the Inevitable. The ref sees Bill get in, so he moves to get him back out. Justin makes a cover......no ref, and Death brings a forearm smash down on him. Quickly, he picks Justin up and powerslams him. The ref sees him and orders him back to his corner. He obliges, but with Taxes in tow. Death's partner weakly holds up his hand, and a legal tag is made. By this time, Justin is almost at Bill's position, ready for a tag. Death runs over, and delivers a cheap big boot to Bill's mug, sending him to the floor. Grabbing Justin, he was not expecting the former "Kid," to be so fast, and as a result, was kicked rather viciously to the side of the temple. Going down, he trips up Fantastic. Latching on with a chinlock, Death gets his wits about him as he recovers from the kick. The crowd starts stomping and cheering for Justin, and he starts to respond. Despite the size difference, Justin actually starts getting to his feet. As both men stand up, with chinlock still applied, Fantastic sends some elbows into Death's breadbasket. As he releases the hold, Justin makes his move and runs the ropes. As he bounces back, Death puts a knee out, impacting with Fantastic, causing him to flip up, over, and down. Death gets back on the offensive, picking the former U.S. champ up and snap-suplexing him down. An Irish whip later, and Fantastic is clotheslined down. Positioning him by a corner, Death mounts the second rope, and comes crashing down with a splash. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Death sends a few shots into Justin's face, gives Taxes a hand signal, then starts beefing with the ref. As the ref's attention is turned, Taxes takes a chair and runs over to the other side. Bill turns to look at the oncoming Taxes. Caught in the act, Taxes freezes, but Death notices all of this and dropkicks Bill to the ground, where Taxes now has opportunity for a free shot. The ref sees taxes brandishing a chair, but unfortunately, Justin got up and tried a spinning heel kick. Death ducked, the ref did not. The ref falls like a sack of potatoes. Taxes, meanwhile, beats Fury with the chair like he committed a crime. Death pounces on Justin and whips him to the ropes, knocking him down with a boot. Climbing the ropes, Death hits the Sickle of Fate. He makes the cover...........................the ref is still out!
Brad: This is anarchy. There has been more cheating going on in this match than there is in the average diet. Come on, get a couple of refs out here to restore order.
Doc: Hey, we have a ref. And he's working so hard he had to take a nap...hehehe
Bill Fury had had enough. As Taxes swings the chair again, Bill catches it in midair. With his face a bloody mess, Fury utters a gutteral scream, and if you could see inside Taxes' mask, you would see an expression that clearly says, "Uh Oh." Fury grabs the chair out of his hands and makes an imprint on the chair with his opponent's face. Throwing the chair down, he picks his opponent up by the throat and chokeslams him on the chair. The ref is out, Taxes is out, and Justin isn't getting up soon. That leaves Bill to meet his Death. Fury climbs into the ring like some bloody man-beast of lore. Death isn't in the mood to fight him just yet, so he grabs Justin and cinches in a choke. He tells Bill that if he comes any closer, Justin is a goner. Fury calls his bluff and says, (translated here for your convenience) "You will be the very next spirit to join him in hell, if you do." Figuring that Bill meant business, Death cuts and runs. Dropping Justin, he leaps out of the ring, and grabs a chair. Daring Fury to come out, Bill stands guard over Fantastic until he revives. The ref regains consciousness and orders the match to continue, since both legal men were standing and cogent. Taxes remains on the outside. Death slides into the ring as Fury gets back on the apron. Justin goes to the offensive right away. He hits a hurricanrana, drops a leg, and goes for the pin...1-2-kickout! Death gets up and blocks a Fantastic punch, while retaliating with a headbutt. Justin locks up with Death, and walks him toward his corner. Bill grabs him and chops the masks man in the chest. Drawing a warning, Fury raises his hands up like, "Who, me?" Justin takes advantage and whips Death into the ropes, runs the ropes himself, and hits a flying lariat. Death goes down. Nodding to Bill, Justin grabs Death and starts to whip him toward his partner. Taxes manages to get to his feet, and Bill is distracted momentarily. Figuring that Death should be getting close, Fury turns around and sends a haymaker flying without looking. Unfortunately, Death reversed the Irish-whip, and Bill clobbered Justin. Realizing his mistake, Bill starts to get into the ring, forgetting all about Taxes, who gets the dented chair and whacks Bill, causing him tio come crashing down. Death grabs the woozy Fantastic, and powerbombs him. Dragging him over to his corner, Death makes a tag to the Taxman, who just got there himself. Death gets Justin in a piledriver position, Taxes gets to the second rope, and they spike the faormer U.S. champ to the mat. Bill cannot get there in time to stop Taxes from pinning Justin...1-2-3!
Doc: I thought that Fury would be the difference, but he barely got in there!
Brad: The Inevitables took a lot of punishment, but still found a way to win. Somehow, I don't think we've seen the last match between these two teams...
THE INEVITABLES! |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Las Vegas, Nevada ... weighing 245 pounds ... this is HIGH ROLLER!!
"Lonesome Loser" by Little River Band plays as Roller starts to leave the locker room. His cell phone goes off, and he curiously answers it before this big match. He listens to his caller, smiles, and says..."Okay, lets go with your plan." Making his way out to the ramp, High Roller hears the music and gets agitated, but the fans roar with laughter, and chant his name. Mentally reminding himself to set up a match with that pesky sound guy, the Man from Sin City makes his way down the ramp and into the squared circle.
Doc: There he is...the "lonesome loser." He has lost at five Chaos shows, and two pay-per-views, bringing his total to 0 and 7. Forty-three more losses and I win my bet.
Brad: You are going down for the three on this bet. I'm not saying its going to happen tonight, but Roller has a long way to go, yet. Here is his opponent for tonight's match.
Levitan: And his opponent .... weighing 230 pounds ... from Baltimore, Maryland ... this is SCOTT BRIGGS!!!!
"Cochise" by Audioslave blares as Briggs struts out to the approval of the crowd. Cheering the charismatic wrestler, some fans pat him on the back as he passes, and he slides under the ropes to begin his match.
Doc: In a moment, Roller will be carried off on a stretcher and he will be at 0 and 8! You have to say one thing for him...he's consistent.
Brad: You aren't going to get off of his back until he wins, aren't you?
Doc: Not on your life! He will have to earn any future praise from me.
The match starts and Roller immediately spears Briggs, surprising him. Picking him back up, Roller goes for a small package. The ref makes the count...1-kickout! Briggs, half-annoyed, half-amused at the early attempt, gets to his feet. Roller jumps at him and hits a high-cross body block...1-kickout! Getting to his feet again, Briggs sees Roller charging and ducks the second attempt at a body block. Sailing past him, Briggs turns around after the thud, and picks his opponent up. Whipping him into the ropes, Roller is met with a standing huricanrana on his way back. Keeping the advantage, Briggs picks him up and hits a double underhook backbreaker. His opponent slumped on the mat, Scott puts the boots to Roller, weakening the back even further. Picking his shots, Scott helps Roller up again and peppers him with a few punches. Shooting his opponent into the ropes, Briggs tries a lariat, but Roller ducks grabs ahold of one arm, loops his legs around the other arm, and applies a crucifix to Scott. The ref counts...1-kickout!
Brad: You have to give him some credit, he's trying to get that pin.
Doc: I don't have to give him credit for anything...he needs to wear Briggs down a little bit.
Getting frustrated, and as if he heard Doc, Roller decides to get more offensive. He pokes Scott in the eyes as a set-up for vertical suplex DDT. Not going for the cover, Roller then proceeds to get him up and side suplex him. Mounting the top rope, H.R. leaps high in the air, and hits a perfect splash...on the mat. Scott, on the other hand, rolled out of the way. Getting Roller to a vertical base, Briggs whips him into the ropes and applies a monkey flip. Springing up, he grabs Roller by the leg and cinches in a figure-four leg lock.
Doc: This is it! He'll submit!
Brad: In don't hear any bells ringing, so I'm assuming the match continues.
Summoning strength from his desire to finally win one, High Roller makes it to the ropes. Some of the crowd cheer a little, but Briggs pounces, picks him up,and hits an overhead suplex. Looking like he has seen better days, Roller tries to crawl out of the ring. Scott grasps his leg and pulls him back in. This time, he cinches on an ankle lock.
Doc: This is it! He's going to submit!
Brad: Holy broken record Batman!
Roller gets to the ropes again, which breaks the hold. He strikes back with a mule kick to the groin, sending Briggs crashing to the mat. Smelling his first victory, Roller hits a slingshot suplex, followed by two elbows. Letting Scott get up, H.R. Grabs the back of Briggs head and slams it into the turnbuckle five times. A clothesline later, and the Gambler drops a "Memphis knuckle-drop on his prone opponent. He goes for the pin...1-2-kickout! Both combatants get up, and Roller hits with a few European foreams. A belly to belly suplex later, and Roller goes for the pin...1-2-kickout! Getting to their feet, the Gambler and Briggs face each other and start swinging, with Briggs taking the worst of the deal, because of the cobwebs from the suplex. Roller tries to whip Briggs into the ropes, but Scott, in a moment of clarity, reverses it and sends Roller into the ropes. Bouncing back, Roller is greeted with a spine buster. Immediately, Briggs hoists him up into a human torture rack.
Doc: That's it! He's going to submit!
Brad: Will you stop? If I have to listen to that again, I'LL submit!
A face rake counters the torture rack perfectly. Dropping down, Roller trips up Briggs and starts to choke him. The ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-Roller breaks it. The Gambler follows up with a wrist lock, and takes a breather. Briggs counters the wrist lock with a punch to the face, and a headlock. Roller gets a leg on the ropes, forcing a break. Both men get back on their feet and lock up. Briggs wins the tie-up and bodyslams H.R. Bending down to grab him, Roller kicks Scott out of the way. Rolling, the Gambler tries to put some distance between him and his opponent. As he gets up, he realizes that he didn't put enough distance between him and his opponent. Briggs comes crashing down with a double ax handle. Quick as a wink, he applies a swinging neckbreaker, and goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! Briggs stands him up and knocks him down with a savate kick...1-2-kickout! Scott turns him over for a Boston crab.
Brad: Don't you even say it. I don't care if Roller taps out now, don't you say a word....
Roller doesn't tap out...in fact he makes it to the ropes again. Using the ropes to help him up, H.R. has just enough time to see the fist come straight at him. The force of the blow sends him over the ropes, and Briggs runs the opposite ropes, and comes back with a baseball slide that nails Roller hard. Getting out of the ring, Scott tosses him back in and waits for him to get to his feet. Wobbly, Roller has just enough time to look at Briggs turn around and hit him with the Attitude Adjuster before he passes out for good. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!
Brad: Close, but no cigar for the Roller. He has forty-two more chances to win that bet for me.
Doc: 0 and 8! 0 and 8! Winning that bet will sure be great!
Brad: Its reassuring to know I work with a fourth grader...
SCOTT BRIGGS! |
The RAWF then airs another one of those pre-taped interviews with the mysterious, unidentified man. This time though the man is actually at this Chaos. The camera is high up in the nosebleed section of the arena, watching the live RAWF action.
???: Monday Night Chaos. Do you guys really know what the word chaos actually represents? I thought not! Why? Because I am the definition of chaos. I have been called the selfish one, the arrogant one, the primadonna of the industry, but there is no denying that when I hit a fed with my awe inspiring good looks, chaos ensues. Grown men turn into whining, little brats, jealous of the spotlight I receive. But I guess everyone on the RAWF roster is going to just have to get used to it. At this moment, everyone has the chance to have their fifteen minutes in the spotlight, and everyone is happy. Come next Monday night when I first step onto RAWF programming and send shockwaves throughout the industry, there will be no more "sharing" of the spotlight. Why? Because when I hit the RAWF, that bright beam of light will be permenantly fixed upon myself. And for good reason. It will be on me because RAWF Mangement knows that I will be the one to take the RAWF to a whole new level of success. I am the one who is going to bring in the fans, bring in the sponsorship dollars and spike the television ratings in an upward motion.
On the Raditron they are replaying highlights of the last match. The unknown man points to it.
???: You see that is what I am talking about. That was quite a boring match. And do you know why it was such a boring match? It was because they did not have a superstar like me in the ring. I am so good that I have had a match against a no armed, unfit, blind midget and still tore the house down. Many people say that for a good match to be great, you need both guys in the ring on fire. Well that is just total bullshit! To turn a good match into a great, historic match you only need one thing... ME! People may not like it, but it's a bloody fact! Everyone in the RAWF need to know a couple things to keep their stint inside the RAWF a pleasent and painfree stint. First off they need to stay the hell outta my face, and outta my business. And the other thing is that everyone needs to realize that I am number one and the future of the RAWF. Check your egos at the door, cause no matter how good you THINK you are, the reality of the situation is that I am that much better!
The unknown man then begins to laugh as he ponders a thought.
???: Ah I remember the day I first walked into RAWF headquarters to for my contract negotiations. On one side of the desk you had me, looking absolutely stunning, and looking like the man who indeed made the gods jealous. On the other side their was the Vice President of Operations, Johnny Whatshisname and the C.E.O of the RAWF, Kit. Now I don't wanna sound full of myself, but really you know you pretty much can get anything you want in a contract negotiation when you have the CEO of the bloody company undressing you with her eyes. But can I blame her? Of course not! Everytime I pass by a woman, I see their sneak peeks of the one all the men want to be and all the women want to be with. It's hard being this great, and come next Monday night, the whole of the RAWF will just see how great I really am!
The camera zooms in on the action in the ring, before going back to normal programming.
JOSH SWANSON VS. THE CROSS CONNECTION |
Levitan: The following contest is a handicapped match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... at a combined weight of 485 pounds ...... they are the RAWF World Tag Team Champions ... JANGO AND XAVIER CROSS .... THE CROSS CONNECTION!!!
The champs come out to neon green lights and "Around The World" by Union Underground. They give the fans some cocky poses before making their way down to the ring.
Brad: You really have to wonder about Josh Swanson demanding this match. He obviously didn't want John Patrick involved for some reason. They were to recieve a second chance to become World Tag Team Champions, but "The Innovator" decided to take it upon himself ... without even conferring with his partner whatsoever .... to go against Jango and Xavier.
Doc: Hey, Swanson doesn't have to answer to ANYONE, especially that arrogant jerk John Patrick. JP cost them the tag titles at Unleashed and Swanson doesn't want Patrick ruining it a second time.
Brad: You and I must of been watching two different matches Doc. It was Swanson that got pinned at Unleashed ... not JP.
Doc: Only because of Patrick's incompetence!
Levitan: And their opponent...
"Headstrong" by Trapt plays and the emit a storm of boos and catcalls.
Levitan: From Minneapolis, Minnesota .... weighing 265 pounds ... this is "THE INNOVATOR" JOSH SWANSON!
Swanson comes out from behind the curtain with a wry arrogant grin on his face. The fans belittle him mercilessly as he slowly makes his way to the ring.
Doc: Listen to these idiot fans. A week ago he was their hero. Now, just because he wants to prove a point, he's a terrible person??
Brad: He screwed Patrick out of his chance to take the belts!
Doc: So what? It's not like HE'S going to win them either! This is a non-title bout!
Once Swanson climbs into the ring, both Connection members attack him together. They hit him with several punches and kicks, not giving him a chance to get started. The Connection hits him with a double vertical suplex, then Jango goes over and gets in his corner as Xavier drops an elbow to Swanson's stomach. Xavier goes on an offensive tear, hitting Swanson with a belly to belly suplex off the ropes, a flying forearm shot from the second turnbuckle, a shoulderbreaker, and a sliding dropkick to the face. He covers and gets only a two count. He walks over and tags in Jango, then grabs Swanny and they give him a 3-D manuever. Jango covers and Swanson kicks out again. Jango picks up The innovator and hits him with a few shots to the face, then whips him into the ropes. He ducks down, attempting a backdrop, but Swanny puts on the brakes and kicks him in the chops. Jango staggers back and Swanson clotheslines him. Both men fall to the mat. They both roll around dazed for a few minutes before Swanson gets up and pulls Jango to his feet. He executes a quick german suplex, then a fistdrop. Then he gives a slit throat gesture to the fans who give him hell in return. He picks Jango up and delivers an Innovator!!!
Doc: YES! YES! I told you he could beat them! No offense to the Connection though, they ARE great champions, but Swanson has the talent to beat them without Patrick's help.
A cover, the ref counts 1...2... Xavier comes in just in the nick of time to break it up!
Brad: Open mouth, insert foot Doc.
Xavier stomps on Swanny a couple of times before returning to his corner. Jango unsteadily gets to his feet and walks over and tags him in legally. Xavier rushes Swanny just as he is getting to his feet ... and is caught with a spinebuster. Swanny goes to vault himself off the ropes, but Jango pulls them down and Swanny flies over them and hits the concrete below. Xavier gets to his feet, then goes and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He crouches there waiting for Swanny to get up.... and when he does, Xavier leaps and hits him square with a flying bodypress. Xavier is a bit slow to get up, but he eventually does before Swanny does anything more than move a muscle. He picks Swanny up and rams his head into the ring apron, then tosses him back in. He rolls in after him and applies a crossface! Swanny cries out in agony, but manages to reach out and grab the ropes. Xavier lets go and picks Swanson up. Swanny hits him with a punch before Xavier can act. Xavier stumbles back and Josh nails him with a reverse atomic drop. Jango runs in and clotheslines Swanson from behind. Jango returns to the corner, but Xavier tags him in after limping over to the corner. Jango picks Swanny up and gives him a belly-to-back suplex into a pin attempt. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Swanson. Jango picks him up and executes a gut wrench suplex, then hits a splash off the ropes. He hooks the leg 1..2.. Swanson just manages to inch a shoulder up in time. Jango drags Swanson to his feet and tries a vertical suplex that Swanson blocks, then reverses.
Brad: There's still some fight left in Josh Swanson, but how much more can he take?
Doc: I knew it was a dumb idea for him to try it on his own.
Brad: Talking to you is like talking to a teeter totter.
Swanson does not have the energy to follow up immediately however, and Jango gets up first. He staggers over and tags Xavier, who starts pummeling Swanson stomps and kicks. He picks Swanson up and gives him a double arm DDT. Another cover yields only a two count. Xavier hooks the leg and tries again for the hell of it, but Swanson again gets out before the three. Frustrated, he pulls Swanson up, then lifts him onto the top turnbuckle and gives him a superplex! Another cover and count. 1...2...Swanson unbelievably kicks out again! Xavier pounds on the mat in total disbelief. He picks Swanson up once more and whips him into the corner. He charges at The Innovator, but Josh gets a foot up and Xavier's face runs right into it. Running on pure instinct, Swanson lifts himself up to the top rope and times a perfect clothesline when Xavier gets up. He tries a cover, but Jango makes the save just before the ref counts three. Xavier gets up and tags Jango who pulls Swanson to center ring and applies the Crossover!!! Several grueling seconds go by as Swanson repeatedly tries to reach the ropes, only to be dragged back. Finally, Swanson taps and the ref rings the bell.
THE CROSS CONNECTION! |
Brad: Well, give The Innovator credit, he put up as much of a fight as he could, but beating the World Tag Team Champions by yourself is damn near impossible. And it looks like The Connection is not done, they want to punish The Innovator some more! But it's his own fault!! He could of had Patrick backing him up, but he too damn stubborn for his own good!
Indeed, the Connection continue pummeling Swanson. Xavier holds him up while Jango hits him with punch after punch. But from the back come John Patrick and Ryne Blood. Patrick grabs a chair from ringside and the two hit the ring and chase off Jango and Xavier. They head up the ramp proudly holding their tag belts up in victory as Patrick and Blood stand protectively over Swanson.
Doc: Gee Brad, it looks like Patrick isn't as upset about this whole thing as you seem to think he would be! Or Ryne either for that matter. It looks like everyone is still buddy buddy to me.
Patrick and Blood help Swanson to his feet. Patrick picks up the chair as the fans boo the trio loudly and harshly.....but those boos turn to cheers seconds later as Patrick outright wallops Swanson in the face with the chair!!!
Brad: Your on a streak that rivals High Roller's Doc!
Doc: WHAT TURNCOATS!! After everything Josh Swanson has done for these two? Especially for JP!!
The fans go nuts as Ryne Blood drags Swanson to his feet and gives him a Ryne Blood Special!! Patrick lays the chair on the canvas, a hug dent in it's seat. He picks Swanny up himself and gives him a Legnd Drop right on the chair!!!! Now the crowd is so loud you can't hear yourself think. "Not Falling" by Mudvayne plays as Patrick and Ryne hold up each others arm.
Brad:It's a shame really that Swanson had to turn his back on those two. The three of them would have been unstoppable as a group!!
Doc: Someone call the paramedics for Josh ... I don't think he's going to get up on his own anytime soon...
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ...introducing first...
"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin plays and Trent Bradley comes storming down to the ring, a snarl on his face. He rolls in and grabs the mic from Levitan before he can start introducing him.
Trent: I'm not in any mood for stupid ring introductions. The only thing I want to hear .... is Dominion squealing in pain!!!! Dominion you damn (bleep)ing backstabber, get your ass out here!!!
"Not Falling" by Mudvayne plays and Dominion appears at the top of the ramp. He stops and just grins at Trent. Trent beckons him to come on down ... but from behind him in the crowd, come Dirge, Aaron Justice, and Alex Layne!!! Layne and Justice hit the ring at the same time. Trent turns around and sees them and starts swinging. He hits Justice with a right, he hits Layne with a right, he hits Justice again and he staggers away. Dirge climbs into the ring and Dominion high tails it down the ramp. Soon, a four on one massacre is occuring. Bradley tries vainly to fight them off, but he eventually goes down after being pummeled by an endless rain of blows.
Brad: This is ridiculous!!! We were supposed to have a one on one contest!!! Not THIS!!!!!!
From the locker room, Easy E comes racing down, but is similarly dealt with. Layne goes outside and throws a chair into Dirge. Justice and Dominion pick up Bradley and whip him into the ropes, and Dirge shellacks him across the face with it on the rebound. Bradley goes down, bleeding from the forehead. Dirge tosses the dented chair away and calls for another one. Justice complys and throws a second chair into the ring and they repeat the process with Easy E. With both Brotherhood members broken and bleeding, the foursome of Evolution all raise their hands in mockery of the booing fans. Security guards start streaming out from the backstage area. Evolution decides they've had enough fun for one evening and return without problem, back up the ramp.
Brad: These guys are a danger to any RAWF Superstar that stands in their way!!!
Doc: Aint life grand Brad?
In the back we see Jessica Beach standing with John Patrick.
Beach: I am back here with John Patrick. John, first things first. Why did you attack Josh Swanson?
Patrick: Jessica, it was a bit of personal business. You see, I found out from Jonathan Vice that the "great" Josh Swanson asked for that match against the Cross Connection. He was offered the rematch, but he said he wanted to take them on by himself. Basically *censor* John Patrick. So, I showed him how I felt about it.
Beach: So, he put himself before the team?
Patrick: Exactly. And on top of that, he felt Ryne Blood wouldn't 'fit' into our little plan. He told me to tell Ryne the deal was off. Then, after Josh lost us the tag title match, I gave Ryne a call and got a hold of Alyssa Moore.
Suddenly, the sultry Alyssa Moore walks up and puts her arm on John's shoulder. Ryne Blood appears next to her.
Patrick: You see Jessica, Ryne Blood met me through my brother-in-law, the Nyght Stalker Ron Shipp. Ryne worked for me in the Showcase Wrestling Federation. I know of his work and I know what he is capable of. So, Swanson, Cross Connection, Dirge, Kahuna, Fantastic, Fury.....basically the RAWF I pose this question. Can you handle the Revolution?
Alyssa, John and Ryne walk off.
Beach: Oh my. Looks like business is about to pick up.
MATT KORBEN (C) VS. DANNY SZATKOWSKI |
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"Jump" by Van Halen begins to play.
Levitan: Introducing the challenger!! ..... From Battle Creek, Michigan .... weighing 225 pounds .... this is DANNY SZATKOWSKI!!!
Danny runs down the ramp, slapping a few hands as he goes. When he gets to the ring, he jumps to the apron, leaps up, springs off of the top rope, flips over and lands on his feet in the ring. The crowd voices its approval with cheers and applause.
Levitan: And his opponent ..... from Dickson, Tennesee ... weighing 275 pounds ... he is the RAWF Television Champion ... he is MATT "THE MAN" KORBEN!!!
"Sandstorm" by Darude replaces "Jump," and the applause continues for the popular champion. As he approaches the ring, he points to his belt and tells Danny, "No way in hell are you taking this from me, punk!" With an air of arrogance, the champ starts to climb the steps and get into the ring...
Brad: Matt Korben has a strangle hold on the Television title. He has defended his title more than anyone, and has come out on top every time. Tonight, he's facing a talented youngster who has already made a mark here in the RAWF. Tell me Doc, do you think Highway will come down to ringside, and if so, what will he do?
Doc: I think he will try. I would if I were him. I'm not much of a "Mike Wazowski" fan, either...
Brad: That's Danny Szatkowski.
Doc: Like I said...I'm not much of a Wazowski fan, and he will make the atempt. However, I hear Vice is preparing for this, so maybe we'll come away with an entirely different match. The bell is sounding...look at Wazowski!
Danny leaps into the air and puts a jumping front kick into Korben's chest. "The Man" staggers back into the ropes, where Szatkowski stays on him by applying a tarantula. The ref starts the count for the illegal hold...1-2-3-4-Danny breaks it. In pain, Korben starts moving forward, to get away from the lightning fast, youthful challenger before he slaps it on again. Danny responds by leaping to the top turnbuckle, launching himself off, and hitting his patented missile dropkick. Korben hits the mat, but without any respite, as Szatkowski delivers a spinning elbow drop. Bouncing back up, he runs the ropes and performs "rolling thunder." The champion makes like "rolling man" and gets out of the ring, to catch his breath. Danny sprints over, leaps over the top rope, spreads out cross body block style, and is met by a dropkick in midair. Korben collapses after hitting the manuever, and both men start to get counted out...1-2-3-4-(Korben stirs...) 5-6- (Korben rolls back into the ring) 7-8-(Danny stirs...) 9-Korben helps the challenger out by helping him back into the ring by his hair. Some of the pro-Szatkowski fans start to boo, but the sizable Korben contingent keep the faith and cheer him on. Once he has him in the ring, Korben clothesline the Sensation back over the top rope and to the unforgiving floor. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-Danny gets back in only to be stomped a few times. Korben hops to the second rope, then back down with an elbow smash of his own. Matt grabs a leg and starts to apply the Krippler, but once Danny starts sensing what was happening, he thrashes around and gets to the ropes. The ref backs the champ away, and Szatkowski hops to his feet. When Korben comes back in, a spinning heel kick is the price he pays for getting too close to the challenger. Falling on his back, Korben sees a leg coming down aimed at his throat, so he rolls the hell out of the way. As both men get to their feet, Korben gets the advantage by hitting a palm thrust, followed by a thumb to the throat. Some of the Korben faithful turn on him for that one, but Matt continues his assault. Danny bends over, gasping for air. Answering the door when opportunity knocks, the champion hits a pump handle slam. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Picking up the challenger, Korben delivers a headbutt, which buckles Szatkowski's knees slightly. Stepping back, Matt tries a superkick, which Danny ducks. An Irish whip later, and the challenger jumps in the air, hitting a Thesz press. On top of Korben, Danny slams fists into his face. 1-2-3-4-Danny quits hammering the champ. Standing up, Danny hits a guillotine leg drop. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: I thought Crapowski had it...that was close! Too close for my comfort, and I know it was too close for the commish.
Brad: Who cares if it was too close for you and Highway? The one that has to be worried is Matt Korben...and his name is Szatkowski, I'm tired of reminding you...
Danny gets to his feet, and before he can put the boots to the champ, Korben rolls out of the ring. Deciding that "taking a powder" is a viable option, Korben heads up the ramp...1-2-3-4-(Danny gets out of the ring, and runs after him, restarting the count)...1-2-3(Danny whips Matt around, but the champ expected this from the challenger. As he turns, Korben reaches out his forearm, and clubs him with a clothesline)...4-5-6-7-(Korben slides under the ring)...8-9-(Danny just makes it.) Korben is all over him, with forearms, punches, and chops. Danny tries to cover up, but when he does, Matt cinches in an upside-down facelock sleeper. After several moments, Danny appears to relax...alot. The ref picks up his hand...and it drops. He picks it up again...and it drops. He picks it up for a third time...and it stays up...barely. Summoning his strength, Danny slides and moves around as best as he can until he is able to put a boot on the rope. Korben breaks the hold, grabs his leg, and drags him to the center of the ring, where he applies the Krippler. Screaming in agony, and suddenly very awake...Szatkowski thrashes around and tries to make his way to the ropes. Matt stops him just inches from reaching the bottom rope, and Danny raises his hand to tap...but he stops, sucks in some oxygen...and moves forward just enough to grab the rope. Mad beyond description, the Television Champion curses a blue streak and demands to know why the ref didn't call for the bell. Taking a page out of Korben's book, Danny crawls out of the ring to rest his leg. Limping, he sees Korben coming to his side of the ring. Matt yells at him, calling him a coward and daring him to get back in. Danny responds by taking ahold of one of his boots, and tripping him down. Dragging him over so that his legs straddle the ring post, he applies a ring post figure-four Both men are in considerable pain, since Danny's leg is still tender from the ankle lock...
Doc: The referee should disqualify him right now...that is so illegal. If Highway were here, you better believe he would ring the bell and end this travesty!
Brad: Oh, I believe you, he would've rang the bell after the inital kick by Szatkowski.
...1-2-3-4-Danny breaks the hold. Korben gets to his feet as Danny slides into the ring, and both limp noticeably. Danny scoops up Korben, but his leg gives way, and Matt crashes down on top of him...1-2-kickout! Bludgeoning Danny with more fists, Matt picks him up then superkicks him down. Korben then falls forward and delivers a headbutt. Sensing a good moment to strike, the champion steps up to the top turnbuckle in anticipation of a frog splash. As he bends down,(so he can spring forward) his knee gives out, and he falls forward, head first. Landing awkwardly with his legs still leaning on the ropes, Matt is nearly unconscious. Danny sucks it up and makes his way over to the Television Champion. Pulling him off the ropes, he drapes an arm over his opponent, and listens for the count...1-2-foot on the ropes. Getting to his feet, he jumps up and performs a split-legged moonsault. The bum leg prevented him from applying it perfectly, and it was a little sloppy. The ref makes the count...1-2-foot on the ropes. Getting frustrated, Danny pulls him all the way over to the middle of the ring. Grasping his leg, he starts to spin around to apply another figure-four. Matt kicks him in the posterior as he turns his back, and this sends him into the ropes, and out of the ring. Korben follows him out and bodyslams him onto the concrete. Hoisting him up again, he throws Danny into the steps...5-6-7-Korben rolls into the ring, and back out. He picks Danny up and drops him onto the steps. The ref starts to get a little hot under the collar and threatens a DQ. Korben replies, "Go ahead." Slinging Szatkowski into the ring, he makes it back in before the count of ten. Korben whips his opponent into the ropes and hits a flap jack. Rolling him over, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout. Grabbing both leags, Korben falls back and sends Danny up and over slingshot style, into the ropes. Matt grabs his head and slams it into the turnbuckle, followed by numerous kicks that have Szatkowski sitting down slumped on the mat. Getting him out of the corner...the champ puts Danny in a position to hit him with a powerbomb. Making a slashing gesture, Korben signals that the match will soon be over. He attempts to hoist him up, but Danny grabs his legs, blocking it. Korben tries again, Szatkowski blocks it. Danny straightens up and backbody drops Korben to the mat. The Sensation quickly turns around and waits for Korben to get up. As he does, Danny performs the...
Brad: The Exclamation Point! His finishing manuever. It's all over. He is the new champ!
Doc: Not so fast, here comes Commissioner Highway!
Highway gets about halfway down the ramp when a group of security guys surround him. Thomas, with mic in hand...warns the ref not to make a count. The ref complies, although very confused. Danny would very much like to kill the commish, but he can't with all of the security around him. As the men lead him away, Vice comes out and orders the ref to make a count, so the ref does...1-2-kickout! The delay was just enough for Korben to make a kickout. Vice tells the ref that if he fails to make a count again, that he will be fired. As Vice leaves and security makes sure Highway stays in his office, Danny waits for Korben to get up again. As he does, Szatkowski hits another Exclamation Point. From the crowd, Dirge and Aaron Justice appear. Danny makes the cover, and the ref definitely makes a count...1-2-3! Just as Dirge pulls him off. Justice grabs the Television Title, and enters the ring. Seeing that the match ended before they could get there, Dirge shrugs his shoulders, picks Danny up, and powerbombs him. Not finished, he grabs Korben and Gorilla presses him out of the ring. The ref hightails it out. Justice smashes the belt down onto Danny's face. Several times. His face a bloody mess, Dirge can't resist stomping it numerous times. Justice picks him and starts to powerbomb him, so that he and Dirge can compare and see who has the better one, when Dirge helps him out and they spike powerbomb Danny. Vice comes out with an army of refs, since security is handling Highway. Vice tells them in no uncertain terms that is they continue, they would be suspended without pay. Laughing, the two egomaniacs drop Danny's carcass and head up the ramp, ignoring Vice and the refs around them. Medical personnel come down and revive the wrestler. They start to wheel him away for tests.
Doc: What a master plan by Highway. He got Vice to commit the security force to him, so the big boys could come out here and teach Danny a lesson. Too bad they were a little late, though...how embarrassing. Danny Bonaduce is our Television Champion!
Brad: SZATKOWSKI is our new champ, and we can be proud of that. Korben had a good reign. I can't say much for some of the tactics he used tonight, but he nearly retained his title. They should fire Highway, now. It was a smart plan, but why is he doing this to Danny? They need a commissioner with a head on his shoulders!
The Radi-tron comes to life, and Commissioner Highway appears from his office, onto the screen. Danny orders the medical team to stop. Looking up indisgust, Szatkowski listens to what the commish has to say.
Highway: Well, well. Danny boy got himself some gold, and got himself hurt, too. I hope you are a fast healer, boy. You see, they may be able to keep me from being at ringside for your matches...but they sure as hell can't keep me from making matches. My contract as commissioner sees to that. So, per my contract, I exercise my privilege to make a couple of matches for next week's Chaos, and I'm announcing them right now! Listen up, Danny boy. First, you'll defend the Television title against...our very own Ironman Champion, Jeffery Manson! The second match involves the two men that took you behind the woodshed tonight. Dirge and Aaron Justice will be in a tag match against...Scott Briggs and...Danny Szatkowski! Heal up and enjoy BOTH of your matches next week.
The Radi-tron goes dim, and the crowd momentarily goes silent. As Danny gets wheeled away, the crowd cheers encouragement.
Brad: That's not fair, damnit! Why should he have to wrestle twice in one night...ESPECIALLY considering the beating he took!
Doc: What do you think we do here, anyway? Girl's softball? If Danny wants to be a "big dog," he has to be able to run with the pack!
THE NEW RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPION DANNY SZATKOWSKI!! |
Meanwhile, Matt Korben has walked back to the interview area and demanded an interview with Jessica Beach.
Jessica: Matt, a tough loss tonight but...
Korben: Shut up Jessica ... I've got some things to say and certain people to say them to. Sasha, get over here and lets talk!
After a few seconds, into the picture comes Sasha with her long blonde hair and wearing a short skirt. She looks at Matt with her sweet blue eyes.
Korben: You've got one minute to make your case sweetheart.
Sasha: Listen baby, I don't even know where to begin...
Korben: Sorry, your minutes up. My watch is broken anyway. Leave now or I will have security drag you out.
Sasha: Baby, listen to me...
Korben: Hey, I warned you! Boys, come get her out of here!
Sasha turns and two big men step into view. They both are wearing black shirts that have written in white "Korben Security" and are wearing sunglasses.
Korben: Meet my protection. In front is Adam "the Assassin" Williams, followed by James "the Jackal" Bishop. Sasha, these are the two guys that are gonna escort you out of this ring, and out of my life forever. Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, GOODBYE!
The crowd cheers and sings along with Korben as Sasha struggles with the guards. Finally, they pick her up and carry her out of view.
Korben: Now that the bitch is gone, it's time to take care of other 'business'. Now who asked you people to sing that song with me? Huh? Like I want a bunch of stupid redneck Georgians singing with ME! Especially citizens of Atlanta. And by the way, the Braves suck! And as far as losing the Television Title goes ... big deal, I've got bigger fish to fry. Like Dirge and his World Championship!! And those two men you just saw are not only my security, they are the greatest duo ever in wrestling history. Straight from my cousin George W. Bushes own Presidential Security, the Jackal and the Assassin are "the WiseGuys". And Jango and Xavier, no offense, but you're looking at the future tag team champions.
Some booing and catcalling can be heard from the fans out in the arena.
Korben: Why are you people booing for? You're freaking pathetic. YOU can't take care of my business for me. YOU can't protect me. Every single one of you is useless. But the next person coming out is not useless. She's kind of the brains behind the outfit. May I present, Misty.
The hot girl from the other night steps into view. She has long dark hair and dark eyes, tall and slender, and is wearing a business outfit.
Misty: I am Misty, Korben's secretary. What you're looking at is the next step in the life of Matt Korben. All his life, Matt has been in the "business" and in the "family". From his two cousins, the Bushes, being President's, to his dad being President of Tennsco, Inc., to Matt himself being Tennsco President. After years of learning from his father and other people higher up than any of you Georgians will ever be, Matt has decided start up his own business. And we that stand before you are the founding members of the family. We are the M.A.F.I.A. Matt's Association For Inflicting A**whoopings. You see, we are the one's who's gonna run the show here. Whatever Matt wants, the WiseGuys will take care of. From taking somebody out to helping somebody out to protecting Matt. And we have a business proposition for everyone in the RAWF. Join our family. Stand side by side with Matt. If you help him, he will help you. Cause trust me, you don't want to be his enemy. All of his enemies will be taken out. But if you don't want to join us, don't cross with the boss. Because Matthew A. Korben doesn't take crap from anyone and he doesn't follow the rules. He makes the rules. He is the rules. And you all will live or die by his rules. The M.A.F.I.A is here, and business starts now.
Matt smiles arrogantly and the two step away. Jessica shakes her head and shrugs.
Jessica: Geez, I wonder what would have happened if he had won???? Back to you Brad and Doc!
(Casket Match) JEFFERY MANSON (C)VS. BIG KAHUNA |
RAWF workers roll a wooden casket down to ringside and place it at the foot of the ramp.
Levitan: The following contest is a Casket Match for the RAWF Ironman Championship!!! The man who is able to put his opponent into the casket and completely close the lid will be declared the winner!
"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed begins to play. The crowd boos as Jeffery Manson comes out from behind the curtain, carrying his sledgehammer Mommy and wearing the Ironamn belt around his neck.
Levitan: Introducing first ..... from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico .... weighing 237 pounds .... he is the RAWF Ironman Champion ... he is "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!
Manson climbs into the ring and sits down in one corner, cradling Mommy and talking to it.
Brad: This is yet another type of match where using that sledgehammer is perfectly legal. You know, as insane as the man seems, he HAS been a very tough Ironman Champion. Almost everything you would expect from one.
Doc: Yeah, and who else has ever wrestled in a lumberjack match, a tuxedo match, AND a casket match all within the span of a little less than a month? Give the man credit, he's been an excellent Ironman Champion and I think he will continue to be!
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath blasts over the sound system. The fans respond with a roar that almost drowns out the music.
Levitan: From Honolulu, Hawaii .... weighing 284 pounds ..... this is BIG KAHUNA!!!!!
BK and Carl Sabre saunter down the ramp. The crowd greets them with a wild ovation. Kahuna climbs into the ring and Manson immediately gets up and charges him, Mommy held out like a lance from a jousting knight of old. Kahuna meets him with a boot to the face that sends the Ironman Champion bouncing to the canvas. Mommy flies out of his hands and lands on the ring apron. While Kahuna picks up Manson and starts working him over with a series of chops and punches, Sabre runs over and grabs the sledgehammer and hides it under the ring. Kahuna whips Manson into the corner, then nails him with a couple of vicious elbows to the jaw. He whips him into the opposite corner ... so hard that Manson goes in upside down. Kahuna grabs him by the hair and lifts him into a sitting position on the tope turnbuckle, then German suplexes him off of it! Manson's head hits the mat like a bowling ball ... with a huge thud! Kahuna seizes Manson's ankles and starts to drag him toward the edge of the ring ... the side with the casket. He gets him there, then he climbs out of the ring and tries to pull the maniac out with him, but Manson grabs onto the bottom rope with both arms and kicks Kahuna in the face. Kahuna staggers away and Manson wearily rolls the rest of the way out. He walks over and grabs Kahuna by the back of the head, guides him over to the casket and slams the Hawaiian's head onto the lid. He lifts BK up and throws him on top of it, then climbs up on the ring apron and gets a running start .... he leaps and connects with an elbow to Kahuna's chest. Both men roll off of the casket and on to the hard concrete.
Doc: The casket coming into play very early here. We could end up with a very quick match.
Brad: And a very smart tactic by Carl Sabre ... hiding the sledgehammer from Manson so it doesn't become a factor.
Doc: I'll give him credit for that. But if Manson realizes Mommy is missing, Sabre better be far away when it happens.
Manson gets to his feet and stumbles over to Kahuna. He picks him up and tosses him back into the ring. He follows him in and starts stomping relentlessly on him. After about ten of these, he grins and drags Kahuna to his feet. He takes him by the back of the head and drags him over to the ropes and rubs his face along the top one. Kahuna grabs his eyes and staggers away. Manson stays on him, hitting him with a double axehandle to the back that sends BK to his knees. Manson grabs him by the head and starts twisting his neck to one side. Kahuna's face is a mask of pain as he tries to escape the "Mad Man"'s grasp. Manson grabs him by the hair with both hands and lifts, then lets go. Kahuna head and shoulders hit the mat hard. Using the ropes as leverage, Manson plants a boot to Kahuna's throat and steps on it. Kahuna flails and writhes as Manson tries to choke him out. After a few agonizing moments of this, Manson stops and picks Kahuna up. He whips him into the ropes and delivers a flying elbow. He follows that up with a tornado backbreaker. Manson grins at the crowd, then picks Kahuna up and casually tosses him outside in front of the announcers table. Manson comes out and clears off the table. As Brad and Doc stand up and get away from the brawl, Manson scoops up Kahuna and slams him on the table. The table holds up and Manson climbs back into the ring and climbs the top rope!
Brad: Ohhhhhhhh my! This is going to hurt SOMEONE!!
Manson leaps ..... Kahuna manages to roll off the table just in time! Manson comes crashing down, collapsing the table completely. Both men lie motionless for quite a while. From nearby, Sabre pleads for his man to get up. Kahuna stirs and sits up. Manson tries to rise but fails. Kahuna gets up and grabs him by the hair, lifts him up and tosses him back into the ring. He rolls in after him, then picks him up and gives him a piledriver. Then in sucession, he executes an elbow drop, a fistdrop, and a legdrop. He pulls the lunatic to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Then he gets up on the second ropes and starts punching Manson in the face. The crowd counts "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9..." Manson executes a reverse atomic drop on BK in a desperation move. Manson gets up on the second turnbuckle and drops an elbow across Kahuna's chest. He starts to pull Kahuna to his feet, but Kahuna hits him with a shot to the solarplexes, then executes a a half stunner. Manson's chin snaps off the top of Kahuna's skull and he collapses to the mat. Kahuna picks him up, powerbombs him, then drags him back across the ring towards the casket. He kicks Manson to the apron, then stomps him in the head. Manson falls to the conrete and lies still. Kahuna leaves the ring and opens the casket. He picks up Manson and tries to lift him into it, but Manson knees him in the stomach. The two trade punches back and forth, trying to gain the upperhand. Manson gets it with an eye gouge and a headbutt. He tosses Kahuna back into the ring and goes looking for Mommy. He looks under the ring on the opposite side of where its hidden. He starts to get upset, calling out "Mommy, where are you? Mommy?" Inside the ring Kahuna recovers and reaches out over the ropes and grabs Manson by the hair and hauls him up on the apron.
Brad: For once, Mommy served as a detriment to Manson and not an advantage. He was so caught up in finding the sledgehammer, he forgot about Kahuna.
Kahuna vertical suplexes Manson back into the ring. He picks him up and slugs him across the face with a left hook. Manson staggers back against the ropes, and Big Kahuna delivers a massive lariat that sends the Ironman Champ over the top rope and out to the floor. Kahuna turns to consult with Carl Sabre at ringside, and no one sees Manson disappear under the ring. Kahuna crosses the ring to where he sent Manson flying out and sees nothing! He goes to the next side, clockwise, looking for the Madman, and as he does so Manson comes out from under the ring with Mommy! Unseen, Manson starts to climb into the ring to attack, but stops and, doing his incoherent speech, for some odd reason sets Mommy down and reenters the ring, sneaking up behind the big Hawaiian. Kahuna turns around just in time to duck a huge haymaker. Manson takes advantage of this to drive his knee deep into Kahuna�s gut, doubling the challenger over. He latches on tight with a double arm DDT, but is reversed by Kahuna into a back body drop. With the impact, the air rushes out of the Champion�s body. Kahuna gets up first, grabs Manson by the hair and drags him over to the ropes by where the casket lays. He cinches onto Manson�s head for a suplex and signals to the crowd with his hand that he is about to use the Tsunami. He goes to lift Manson�but Manson blocks, then reverses it into a backdrop that sends Kahuna up over the top ropes and onto the floor next to the casket.
Doc: The Big Coconut could be in Big Trouble here, Manson's going for Mommy!
Brad: Yeah that's a Big Shock.
Manson rolls outside and grabs the sledgehammer and sneaks over to where Kahuna is trying to get to his feet. Brandishing it in front of him, he charges and nails Kahuna right in the back of the shoulder. Kahuna collapses like a sack of grain and Manson drops the hammer and picks him up. He lifts Kahuna into the casket awkwardly , but finally manages to get him inside. He walks around and fumbles with the lid a bit but manages to finally get it to close.....almost! At the last possible second, Kahuna gets both hands up to keep the lid from shutting completely. Manson tries desperately to press down harder, but Kahuna kicks out hard and the lid flies back open, catching Manson in the chin! Manson staggers back and Kahuna stands up and grabs Manson by the hair again, lifting him into the casket with him! Manson rakes Kahuna across the eyes, then hits him with a right jab and left hook. Kahuna fires back with a couple of punches of his own. A third punch knocks Manson out of the casket and onto the ring apron. Kahuna climbs out andgets up on the apron as Manson is pulling himself up using the ropes. Kahuna delivers another shot to Manson's jaw, then in a incredible display of balance and power, he picks him up over his shoulder, takes a couple of steps along the apron towards the casket and executes a..
Brad: RAINBOW SLAM! RAINBOW SLAM RIGHT INTO THE CASKET!!! OH MY GOD!!
Doc: I can't believe I just saw that!!! And the stand the casket is on just barely held the force of that move!!
Slowly and painfully, Kahuna untangles himself from Manson and the casket ...reaches up ... and slams the lid shut.
Brad: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! BIG KAHUNA IS THE NEW IRONMAN CHAMPION!!!
Doc: You really need to lay off the coffee Brad. Yeah yeah yeah ... good job by the Big Coconut.
AND NEW RAWF IRONMAN CHAMPION BIG KAHUNA!! |
Brad: Kahuna deserves this!! What a fight! What a match! What a night! Two new champions and we still have one more big thing in store! A huge announcement coming up!!
"Mob Rules" blasts throughout the arena. Sabre grabs the Ironman Championship belt and carries it over to an exhausted Kahuna, who raises it high in the air as the crowd gives him a huge ovation.
Brad: Alright folks, we are almost out of time, but before we go .... we turn it over to RAWF President KIT, who has a special announcement concerning next week's Main Event .... which I'm told has a great deal to do with Wrestlecade April 6th.
The camera switches to Kit's office, where we see her sitting behind her desk, hands folded in front of her.
Kit: Ladies and Gentlemen .... next week's main event will be a Four Way Match to determine the Number One Contender for the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship. The winner of this match will recieve the title shot at Wrestlecade! And the four lucky participants I have chosen are ....
Kit pauses for effect, letting the suspense sink in a bit..
Kit: Trent Bradley.
From the arena you hear the fans booing at this choice.
Kit: John Patrick.
A roar of approval is heard from the fans.
Kit: Matt Korben.
A mixture of boos and cheers are heard as the fans are unsure of this choice considering what they witnessed from Korben earlier.
Kit: And Big Kahuna.
Another roar of approval is heard from the fans.
Kit: Whomever walks out of the ring next week between these four outstanding RAWF Superstars will challenge the World Champion at Wrestlecade April 6th in Atlanta.
Kit gets an evil grin on her face...
Kit: Oh, and Josh Swanson .... when you are done with your hospital stay ..... YOU'RE FIRED!! Hee hee! I love this job!!