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JEFFERY MANSON VS. EASY E |
Levitan: The following contest is a Singapore Cane match in our Ironman Tournament! Introducing first ...from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico .... weighing 237 pounds ... this is "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!!
"Down with The Sickness" fires up and the former champ meanders to the ring with a Singapore cane in one hand, and his hammer, "Mommy," in the other. The crowd boos Manson, although there are a smattering of cheers here and there. Shambling on down, everyone expects him to put Mommy under the ring, but instead, he climbs the steps, and gets into the squared circle clutching both weapons tightly.
Levitan: And his opponent ...from Brooklyn, New YorkFrance ....weighing 250 pounds ....this is EASY E!!!
"Final Countdown" plays and the Brooklyn native heads down the ramp in his black trunks, green shirt, and trademark sunglasses. Getting cheered because the fans for the most part can't stand Manson, Easy E gets to the field of battle, brandishing his cane. Climbing the steps carefully, E keeps his eye on his opponent. Seeing that Jeffery still had Mommy, he beefs with the referee.
Brad: I think that Easy E is working the ref a little early. We haven't even started the match, and he's letting the poor guy have it!
Doc: I think he's complaining about the hammer. What an idiot! A Singapore cane match is a no DQ match. Granted, competitors are supposed to come in with just the cane, but if you can't be disqualified, why not bring something extra! For once, Manson can be called a genius in this case. The ref can suggest he get rid of it, but there is nothing in the match rules that say he can lose the match for using a weapon!
Brad: I see your point. Of course, i can see Easy E's point, too. Who wants to face that maniac when he is wielding his hammer?
The ref just shrugs his shoulders as Easy E vehemently protests. Calling for the bell, the ref gets out of the way as the two men charge toward each other. Easy E swings first, but the blow is blocked by Manson's cane. Jeffery swings his hammer, and E dodges it effectively, and comes back with a swing of his Singapore cane into the side of the Mad Man's knee. Buckling from the shot, Manson's knee gives out, and he falls. A natural predator, Easy E starts hacking away at his fallen opponent. Manson covers up as E rains down cane shots onto his head, shoulders, back, legs, anything he can see. Manson wisely rolls out of the ring and takes a breather. Aching, and very much angry, Manson circles the ring and finds a good place to enter. Sliding in, Jeffery sees that E is charging, so he gets back out. Manson dares E to leave the ring to fight him, but Easy "less than respectfully" declines. Manson then calls E a coward for not letting him in, and E calls him a coward for not getting in and taking the hits like a man. Using the steps, Manson finally gets in the ring. The ref was very liberal with the count, and never seriously thought about ending an important match like that. With both men in the ring, Easy E charges. This time, Manson blocks with the hammer, and swings with the cane, and this time, he connects with E's head. Manson follows up with a hammer to the gut, and a cane to the face. A bloody cut appears on E's forehead on impact. Raising Mommy high, Mad Man intends on bringing it down on his opponent, until the ref snatches it out of his hands. Looking at the cane for a second and pondering the retribution for hitting the referee, Manson decides against it, and takes a few moments too long. Easy E recovers and nails Jeffery in the face, opening him up. The ref tosses Mommy out of the ring, and just gets in position for the count as Easy E makes a cover on the newly fallen Manson...1-kickout! Getting to his feet, E pulls Manson up and whips him into the ropes. As Jeffery bounces back, E picks his cane up and smacks Mad Man right in the chest, stopping him cold. Then he hits him in the stomach, doubling him over. Finally, he strikes the back of the neck, sending Manson down.
Brad: The match decidedly in the favor of Easy E right now. As soon as Manson lost his Mommy, his luck ran out.
Doc: What I want to know is...who the hell does the ref think he is anyway? He had no right grabbing that hammer. I'm not saying I like Manson, or anything...but nothing says he couldn't use the hammer. The zebra "laid in the weeds," and then, in my opinion, cheap-shotted Manson by taking his property away. Disgusting!
Brad: Hello? Is this a Singapore Hammer match? No. The ref waited until a "safe" opportunity came around, and got that potentially lethal weapon away from that maniac. I applaud him.
Doc: I should've known...
E rolls Manson over and makes the pin attempt...1-2-kickout! Standing up, he starts to crack on Jeffery again. Mad Man feels the pain, and it clears some of the cobwebs. Rolling around to dodge some of the shots, Manson keeps on going until he falls off the side of the apron. When he lands, he notices Mommy lying a few feet away from him. Lunging, he grabs the hammer and rolls under the ring. Expecting Manson to come out the other side, E turns around to wait for him. However, Mad Man reemerges on the original side he disappeared from. Sliding into the ring, he creeps up on E, raises the hammer...and then, E turns around, striking out with his cane. Impacting Jeffery's hand, the hammer drops harmlessly to the mat. Thinking fast, Manson charges, spearing Easy E to the mat. E's cane drops, laying to rest where Jeffery dropped his cane. Taking advantage of the situation, Manson starts pummeling E with his fist, opening up the gash on his forehead even further. Easy E covers up, then when Manson pauses to rest, lashes out with a throat thrust. Gagging, Mad Man falls back, and Easy goes on the offensive. Getting to his feet, he waits until Manson stumbles to a vertical base. As Jeffery straightens up, Easy E wraps his arms around him, and hits a belly to belly suplex. Immediately afterward, E drops a couple of elbows, and mounts the top rope. Leaping in the air, E hits a frog splash, then makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Brad: Easy E employing some coventional warfare to wear down his opponent. It's almost starting to look like a regular match.
Doc: E could've had this won! After that suplex, he should've got the cane and wore it out on Manson, then pinned him!
Easy E picks up Manson and applies a double underhook suplex. Pressing his advantage, E bodyslams the former champ, who lands next to the canes, and applies a figure four leglock. Uttering primal screams of agony, Manson tries to turn Easy E over to reverse the hold...but can't do it. Next, he tries swinging at him with his fist, but can't reach. Looking around, he sees the cane. As he grabs a cane, Easy E tries to disengage the hold and get out of reach. He fails. Jeffery nails him in the face again, causing a crimson mask to form. Rolling away, E finds himself in a corner. Stalking him, Manson hits him again, picks him up, turns him upside down, and props him on the top turnbuckle, so that he hangs the length of the corner. Backing up, Jeffery takes a running head start and buries a running knee into his opponent. Letting him fall, Mad Man goes for the cover...1-2-foot on the ropes. Hooking the leg, he tries again...1-2-kickout! Scarcely believing it, he grabs E and whips him over the top rope. Grabbing Mommy, he heads out to do some dirty work. As he slides out of the ring, he is greeted with a chair to the head. Easy E raises the chair up for a second strike, but Mad Man instinctively lashed out with Mommy. When E hits the floor, he is followed closely by the collapsing Manson. The referee makes the count on the two combatants...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-Jeffery gets up, rolls in the ring, and back out. Grabbing Mommy, he raises the weapon over his head as E gets to his feet. Just as he starts the downward arc, E boots him in the stomach, DDT's him and collapses again...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-Easy E rolls in and out of the ring, grabs Manson, and hurls him into the ring. The bloody E grabs Mommy, and gets into the ring.
Brad: Manson in trouble again...this time with his Mommy!
Doc: Keep up terrible jokes like that, and you'll be in trouble with me.
Easy E raises Mommy over his head to strike down Manson, but Mad Man low blows him, sending Mommy flying. Jeffery immediately goes after his beloved hammer. Easy E sucks up the pain and limps his way over to a Singapore cane. Both brandishing weapons, the longer reach of the cane is evident as E wears it out on Manson's head. Bleeding as much as E now, both men wear crimson masks, and Manson goes down again. E discards the now broken cane. Grabbing his half-sane opponent, Easy E applies a Samoan drop, then picks him back up. Making the sign that the match is over...E goes for the Death Wish. Manson elbows him repeatedly in the head, then rakes his eyes. As E tries to recover, Jeffery applies a backbreaker, which is followed up an elbow. Walking over to where Mommy settled, Manson grabs his favorite weapon, and heads to Easy E's position
Brad: Get that hammer away from him...I say again...this isn't a hammer match.
Doc: It's a hammer match, now...the ref can't do anything about it!
Manson clobbers Easy E with mommy sending him down. Blood dripping off of the hammer, he raises it high and parades around the ring. Finally, after all of the showboating is over, he makes a cover...1-2-foot barely, weakly, gets on the ropes! Burying the hammer into E's gut, he tries one more time...1-2-3!
Brad: What a bloody match...both guys were busted open, and that damned hammer comes into play again! The rules need to be altered somehow...that was horrible!
Doc: I liked it! If you want to be Ironman champion, these are some of the things you have to do to win it. And if you win it, these are some of the things you have to do to keep it!
MAD MAN JEFFERY MANSON! |
Back in Vice's office, The Iron Chef gets to determine the stipulation of the match. Giving it a mighty spin, Chef watches it go around and around until it slows almost until stopping...seemingly settling on Singapore Cane match, the wheel turns one more click to...Dumpster match. Grimacing, Chef leaves the room. Vice converses with his assistant, and arrangements put into place...
IRON CHEF VS. CROC |
Levitan: The following contest is a Dumpster match in our Ironman Tournament! Introducing first ...from Sydney Australia ......weighing 248 pounds .... this is CROC!!!
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit is keyed up by technicians, and the crowd boos lustily as the Australian Icon strolls to the ring. Grabbing a foam "Big Kahuna" finger from a fan, Croc rips it apart, and throws the pieces to the fans. The irate fans screams for a refund and Croc's job, but the Australian could care less what the guy thought, and continues along his way. Sliding under the bottom rope, he climbs the top turnbuckle, and gestures to a few fans, then poses like he is the God's gift to wrestling. This incites the fans, and they let him know how much they hate him.
Levitan: And his opponent ...from Paris France ....weighing 245 pounds ....this is IRON CHEF!!!
"Generator" plays and the fans get bombastic with their applause. Turning their negative energy positive, they clap like hell and give the Chef a warm reception as he walks to ringside. He stops along the way to scribble an autograph on a chef's hat worn by a fan at ringside, who can't believe that the Iron Chef actually took the Sharpie and gave him his signature! As the Chef starts to climb the steps to the ring, the dumpster is wheeled down the ramp and placed alongside the squared circle.
Brad: A match with an International flavor to it. An Australian Icon versus a master of French cuisine, with a spot in the tourney finals for the winner.
Doc: What? You think this is a bake-off? I predict that the vicious fighter from down under will skin the frog and have him for dinner!
Brad: Do you think you could get a little more offensive?
Doc: Yeah, I could get more offensive...just wait...Match format...first person to throw his opponent in the dumpster and shut the lid wins. For most of these fans, that would be like home...
Brad: Will you stop?
The bell rings and the two competitors circle each other, looking for an opportunity to attack. After a few moments, they lock-up and Croc gets the better end, Irish-whipping Chef into the ropes, and then knocking him down with a spinebuster. Dropping an elbow, Croc thinks he has the match well in hand until Iron Chef applies a leg scissors sleeper before the Aussie can get up to his feet. Initailly, Croc tries to force his way out of the hold, but the Chef's leg strength is tremendous. Thinking about a wholem plethora of options, Croc settles on hammering his opponent with a convenient low blow. Releasing the hold, Chef rolls away in pain.
Doc: Looks like the Chef wont be cooking up anything for his old lady anytime soon...
Brad: Please...tell me you just didn't say that. Have you no shame?
Doc: To answer your questions...yes I sure did...and no, I sure don't!
Getting to his feet, Croc bends over and grabs Chef, pulling him up. Cinching him into position, Croc executes a swinging neckbreaker. Going down, I.C. stays prone while Croc slaps on a quick figure four. In agony, Chef comes to life and tries to get to the ropes. Unable to get there, he tries to turn Croc over, and reverse it. Unable to do that, Chef tries to grab the ropes one more time as the ref asks him whether he wants to quit or not. Not submitting, the culinary wrestler manages to clasp a rope, forcing a break. Both men get to their feet, although the Chef stands rather gingerly. Going for the leg, Croc pounces and hits a single leg trip, then buries an elbow into the interior of Chef's knee. Getting up, he drags Chef by the hair over to the ropes, where he punches Chef a few times, then tries to dump him over the ropes and into the dumpster. Chef tangles himself into the ropes, making it impossible for Croc to flip him. Frustrated, Croc kicks him savagely, until Chef releases himself from the ropes, and falls into the dumpster. Croc takes a couple of steps back. leaps over the top rope, and lands on Chef, with both wrestlers collapsing in the trash. Speaking of trash...Trash Barlow emerges from the depths of the dumpster, complaining about getting woke up. Getting out of the dumpster, Barlow heads up the ramp, and out of site, as Croc and Chef look on, amazed that Barlow was in there, and was not effected by the collision inside the container. Shaking off the idea of how Barlow got under all that garbage...the two resume hostilities. Trading punches, Croc beats Chef down, then leaps out of the dumpster and slams the lid down! A split second later, and ear shattering scream emerges from the dumpster, and Croc sees Chef's arm dangling over the side. The lid had slammed on his arm, and not shut completely. Angry, Croc picks up the lid and slams it repeatedly, causing Chef to continue his anguished cries of agony. Eventually, Chef catches the lid with his "good arm," and he flips out of the dumpster. Croc chases after him, but Chef gets back in the ring first, visibly favoring his hurt arm. When Croc slides in, Chef stomps him, and buries an elbow into the small of his back. As Croc gets to his feet, Chef positions him for a sit-down powerbomb, but can't raise him high enough to perform the manuever with his bad arm. Croc stands up to back bodydrop him, but Chef flips over and lands on his feet. Twisting around, he nails Croc with a Ghetto blaster, knocking his opponent down.
Brad: I thought this match was over when Croc slammed that lid shut. There's something to be said about a guy who would sacrifice his arm to continue the match...
Doc: The word you're looking for is stupid! That's a good way to get put on the shelf for months...in the meantime, no money is coming in, the bills pile up...Chef needed to live to fight another day on that...
Brad: He showed intestinal fortitude! He's trying to get a shot at some gold, and I don't blame him for trying.
Dragging him with essentially one arm, Chef gets him in the middle of the ring and slaps on his own version of the figure four. It's now Croc's turn to feel the pain. Croc tries to reverse it, and initially, he fails. He strains to get to the ropes, but it is useless, since they are in the middle of the squared circle. Croc tries to reverse it again...and fails. In pain, and tired, Croc lays back on the mat, and the ref starts a count...1-2-then realizes he is officiating a dumpster match. Feeling sheepish, he absorbs some verbal abuse from Croc without question.
Doc: The ref is an idiot! Almost as dumb as Chef. Chef may have an excuse, though...maybe he partook of a little too much wine, before the match.
Brad: Oh, please! It's an honest mistake for the ref...how many "dumpster" matches do we have anyway...let me count the ones we have so far...hmmm...lets see...counting last week, we have had exactly...ONE! This one! Get off of his back. And the only guy that shows up drunk for work around here is you!
Doc: Did I say it was a bad thing for him to drink too much wine? No, I didn't...
Croc continues to try and reverse the hold, while telling the ref what he can do with his questions about submitting. After an inordinant amount of time, Croc finally reverses it, forcing Chef to break the hold. The Iron Chef gets to his feet and watches as Croc attempts to get to his. Leaning on the ropes for leverage, Croc is clotheslined over the top and into the dumpster. Chef slides out of the ring, and reaches for the lid...with his bad arm. pain shoots through his limb, and he instinctively pulls it back. This gives Croc the chance to stand up and flip out of the dumpster. Locking up with Chef, he knees the Frenchman in the stomach and applies an armbar, causing more damage to the limb. Releasing the hold for a better idea, Croc grabs Chef by the back of the head, and slams him face first into the side of the dumpster. Repeating this process a few times, The Aussie Icon grows confident that I.C. looks ready for the kill, but somehow Chef manages to dig deep and block another smash into the dumpster. Chopping his opponent a few times, (and the crowd responds with "Whooo") Chef whips the Australia native into the side of the dumpster, then rolls into the ring. The Icon reenters the ring via the steps, to make sure he can't be backjumped. The two men lock up again, this time the Parisian gets the upper hand. Whipping Croc into the ropes, Chef staggers him with a big boot, followed by a sidewalk slam. His arm still not feeling quite right, he shakes it around, moves his fingers, and slaps it with his other hand to get the feeling back into it, as it had become numb. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, Chef gives the sign for...
Brad: Le Grenouille! The best frog splash in the business! If he hits this, its all over, he'll just roll him in and shut the lid at his convenience.
Doc: Big Deal, "Le Grenouille." My Granny could kick out of Le Grenouille.
Brad: That's because your Granny was a ...
Doc: Watch it, Brad!
The Iron Chef flies through the air...and connects powerfully with his version of the frog splash. He not only knocks the wind out of Croc, but himself as well, when his arm hits the mat. Rolling off of Croc, he grabs his arm in pain. His opponent lies there for a few moments, then starts to stir. Getting to his feet, and clutching his chest, Croc staggers toward Iron Chef, who is now getting to his feet, and holding his arm again. Grabbing Chef, Croc snap suplexes him toward the side with the dumpster. Sensing opportunity, he waits for Chef to get back to his feet, then lashes out with the CrocKick superkick. The Chef flies over the top rope, into the dumpster. Wanting to be absolutely sure...Croc takes a running start, leaps over the top rope again, and lands in the dumpster as he buries a big elbow into Chef. The crowd waits to see who emerges...but after several moments...nobody does, not even Barlow. After what seems like an eternity...Croc emerges, and falls over the side. Slowly and painfully, Croc grabs the lid and slams it down! This time, no arm stops it from shutting all the way...the ref calls for the bell!
Doc: I told you that Croc would Barbecue that froggy!
Brad: If the Chef hadn't hurt his arm earlier, then reaggravated it with Le Grenouille, the Chef would've had an easy victory...it could've gone either way, but Croc got the win this time!
CROC! |
Justin Fantastic is walking through the parking lot with April Katz, they stride hand in hand entering the arena. Justin looks casual and laid back, he stops and lowers his shades as he sees Jessica Beach waiting for him at the side entrance of the arena. She walks over to them as Justin looks over his shoulder.
Justin: Yeah Jessie we better make it quick, we've got the night off, and we're supposed to be holding the RAWF party at this local nightclub. I'm only here to get an update on Fury and find out if we're booked for Wrestlecade yet.
Jessica: I understand Justin. We're going to hear from Fury later on, but you've still to vote for your winners for the RAWF banquet.
Justin: Oh yeah that's right! I've just been so busy nursing this neck strain I've had.
Jessica passes him a clipboard and pen to him which he promptly begins to fill out. She passes another set to April.
Jessica: You too April, we need all the votes we can get!
April nods and starts to voice her opinions on her clipboard also. Justin looks over to her clipboard and bursts out laughing.
Justin: You think HE'S wrestler of the year!?
April: Oh gimmick!! His gimmick, damn I hate these things.
Jessica: No peeking Justin.
Justin: But High Roller was gonna get wrestler of the year!! What a joke, why don't we just give Trash Barlow best promo of the year as well!?
April: Very funny.
Justin: Well that's mine done, now I'm off to collect the bribes that people bought my votes with!
Jessica gives Justin an awkward eye, when from out of nowhere a speeding car makes it way down the parking lot. Using all his speed and reactions Justin just manages to push the girls out of the way of the vehicle! Justin unfortunately goes up on the bonnet and up the windshield! The girls scream as the car drives off and Justin rolls off the side of it. As April hunches over her man sobbing security make their way out to the lot along with Vice and Highway.
Vice: Oh god! What the hell happened.
Jessica: A car ran him over.
Vice: Give him room!! Did you see who was driving it? What kind of car was it?
Jessica: I don't know it was Silver.
Paramedics from the arena arrive at the scene.
Highway: Come on you saw it just a second ago!? Give us some facts.
Jessica: I don't know, it happened in a matter of seconds, it had tainted windows, it was a sports car.
Highway: What about registration?!
Vice: Hey back off Magnum , we'll have all of this on tape. We can get the guy when we see it again, lets get out of here, these girls are shaken up enough.
Highway: What about him?
Vice looks down on Justin, lying motionless.
Vice: There's nothing we can do but wait.
The paramedics are tending to Justin with April cradling his head. Jessica pulls herself into Vice's arms grief stricken, Highway tries to pull April off Justin but just get's a nasty look for his actions. An ambulance arrives on the scene.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall .....introducing first ... from New York City ......weighing 230 pounds ... this is FRANK HARRIS!!
Kiss' "Duke Nukem Theme" blares loudly, but not as loudly as the boos and catcalls for the newcomer. Harris comes down wearing his trademark ensemble consisting of blue denim jeans, a black t-shirt with "Hurricane Harris" on it, and black shades with blue trim. He gets to the ring after taking his time sauntering down the ramp. Once inside the squared circle, he makes a big production out of removing his sunglasses, and the fans let him know their displeasure.
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Never Gunna Stop" fires up and the crowd's mood changes drastically. The popular wrestler receives a hero's welcome, which he soaks up with panache. Working the crowd, he poses for a picture as a fan gets out their little disposable, bought just for the occasion. Slapping hands, Higgerson gets to the ring, and pumps up his fists to get the crowd even louder as he enters via the steps.
Levitan: From Detroit, Michigan .... weighing 235 pounds ... this is MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!!
Doc: That guy is going to get it handed to him. He doesn't look focused at all, he's just worried about the fans and kissing up to them. He should be in politics!
Brad: There is nothing wrong with being nice, you might try it once and see if you like it! Anyway, this match should be a classic. Both men appear ready to go...
The match starts with a quick outburst from Harris, who feigns a lock-up and drives a knee into Higgerson's stomach. Clubbing Higgerson in the back of the neck with a forearm, he follows up with a Russian leg sweep, sending Higgerson to the canvas. Wasting no time, he gets Higgerson to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Swinging for a home run with a vicious clothesline, Matt Daddy ducks, runs the opposite ropes, and comes back with a flying forearm, tattooing Frank right between the eyes. Going down, Harris pops back up only to be bodyslammed. Higgerson bridges and springs to his feet immediately, which surprises the "Hurricane." Matt scoops up Harris and bodyslams HIM, sending the newcomer to the mat. Harris rolls a few feet, stands, and is met with big boot, which sends him spiralling to the corner. Matt Daddy immediately mounts the second rope and sends punches into Frank's face...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 in rapid succession, beating the ref to the five count. Harris slumps to the mat and lies there powerless, trying to get it together. Higgerson steps back a few feet, then runs forward with his trademark bronco buster, which is met with a roar of approval from the crowd. The crowd chants, "One more time...one more time!" Higgerson backs up, gets a running starts, and connects with Harris' boot! Matt Daddy drops like a stone, and Frank pounces, sending several wicked punches into his opponent.
Brad: Back and forth action like I thought there would be...both men pulling out the stops.
Doc: Nice to see that the cliches have arrived. This is a highly competitive match so far!
Grabbing Higgerson, Harris hits a "short-arm clothesline from hell," knocking Higgerson back down. Frank follows him down with a leg drop, and grabs him in a headlock to finish up the series. Squeezing with his powerful arms, Hurricane induces some light-headedness in Higgerson. Sensing Matt Daddy starting to weaken, Harris turns the headlock into a sleeperhold. After a few moments, Higgerson looks like he is starting to fade. The ref picks up his hand, and it drops. The ref picks it up a second time, and it drops. Harris squeezes a little harder, the ref picks up the hand for a thirs time, and it stays up! Slamming his right heel into the mat repeatedly...Higgerson gets the crowd to stomp in unison, in support of their hero. Drawing from the energy, Matt Daddy rises to his feet, carrying his weight, as well as that of his opponent. higgerson takes a few steps, then falls straight back, crashing down on Frank, causing him to release the sleeper. Matt gets to his feet, and scissors kicks Harris as he attempts to stand up. "Daddy" runs the ropes, then puts a knee in Frank's back. Working quickly, he applies a camel clutch, inciting a pained response from the Hurricane. The ref asks him if he wants to quit, but he responds in the negative. Leaning back, Matt puts on as much pressure as he can. Harris thinks seriously about giving it all up, when the crowd starts to boo emphatically. Looking in the direction of the ramp, Higgerson spots Blackout halfway down. Releasing the hold, Matt Daddy walks over to the ropes and dares Blackout to come to the ring...
Doc: What an imbecile! He had his man beat. That clutch was locked in tight...no way he was breaking that, and Higgerson stops just because Blackout is on the ramp...
Brad: Who knows...its quite possible Blackout would've backjumped him if he hadn't gotten up. Blackout has been a pain in Higgerson's side.
Doc: Can someone bring the violin player out here...boo freakin' hoo.
Blackout stays on the ramp and shouts some obscenities...Higgerson continues to challenge him to come all the way down the ramp. Meanwhile, Harris recovers and gets to his feet. Working quickly, he runs and hits a high knee into Higgerson's back, causing him to ricochet off of the ropes...and when he does, Harris grabs him and hits a German suplex. Blackout laughs, flips Matt Daddy off, turns around, and walks to the back amid a chorus of hatred from the crowd. Continuing the punishment, Harris drops an elbow from the second rope, leg drops him, and catapults him into the corner, where he ends up draped over the top turnbuckle. Frank avalanches him, then flips hium up and over, down the floor. Springing off of the top turnbuckle, he splashes the weakened Higgerson.
Brad: That Hurricane Harris is an opportunist. Higgerson gave him an opening with help from Blackout, and Frank took it in spades!
Doc: Like I said before, Higgerson is an imbecile!
Peeling off Higgerson from the floor, Harris rolls him in. Sliding under the bottom rope, he quickly makes a cover...1-2-foot on the ropes! Harris punches Higgerson a few times, then covers him again...1-2-kickout! Hooking the leg, Frank makes another pin attempt...1-2-kickout! Deciding to go for his finisher, Harris helps Matt Daddy to his feet and tries to hit the diamond cutter. As he starts the hold, Higgerson shoves him forward before Hurricane can complete the manuever. Falling back down, Matt slides under the ropes, and takes a breather. Harris sees that he is outside of the ring, and takes off in chase. Catching Higgerson before he can get in, Harris tries to whip him into the post, but Matt reverses it, sending Harris into the post. As he bounces off the metal, Higgerson dropkicks him in the back, sending him back into the unforgiving steel. Seeing his opponent drop, he gets back in the ring at the count of eight, and rolls back out. Grabbing the slightly bloodied Harris, he atomic drops him, and then throws him in the ring. Once he reenters, Higgerson starts punching his woozy opponent with a series of jabs, which culminates in a haymaker that sends him down. Picking him up for a back suplex, Frank surprises everyone when he hits...
Brad: The diamond cutter! That is his set-up hold. This would be just incredible if he hits his finisher...he was down and out, and now this! You never can tell when you have two athletes like these in the ring!
Doc: I hope he does hit his finisher...it would teach that imbecile a lesson. If you have someone down, take him out!
Brad: You are a bitter, bitter man. How is the therapy working?
Harris collapses right after Higgerson does. Both men out of it, the ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8---Harris gets to his feet, and slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle to hit the diving elbow drop. A little too slow, Higgerson gets to his feet, runs over to the turnbuckle, grabs Harris and launches him, sending himcrashing down. Waiting patiently, Higgerson pauses while Harris gets to his feet and connect with a superkick! Signalling for the Matt Daddy Drop, the crowd goes wild, and he puts his opponent in position. Frank stands up, in an attempted back bodydrop. Higgerson holds on, though, and turns it into a sunset flip. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!
Doc: Great! The imbecile pulls it out with a lucky move...
Brad: It was a fantastic, hard fought win. He won with a shrewd countermove. So, how is therapy going again?
MATT HIGGERSON!! |
The camera fades into a dark alley, we hear noises from the shadows. As we venture down this alley, we find a trash dumpster with one of the lids propped open. From within we hear a cry of joy, and Trash Barlow pops up with a piece of metal about twice the size of his chest. He tosses it out to the ground
Trash: More Metal! I need more!
As Trash turns around to dive back down into the dumpster he notices something moving. He pauses and we see, coming forward form the darkness an eerie sight. A grey mask, with RIP across the top looms out of the dark. Barlow is a bit stunned.
Trash: Who...who are you?
A low, deep, evil sounding voice echoes forth from the gray mask.
Mask: I am Death.
Barlow looks at the mask.
Trash: You're not made of metal. I need metal! I need to finish my bunker!
From the darkness surrounding Death, an arm shoots forth, clad in black, with a black glove on the hand. It takes Barlow by the shoulder.
Death: That will not be necessary. It is time for you to have a Near Death Experience.
Barlow looks into the eyes of the mask and almost seems to become entranced. He shakes his head violently once, then again.
Trash: No! Must get metal for my...
The hand goes from his shoulder to the back of his head, and with a sickening thud-crunch, his head is driven with an amazing amount of force into the edge of the trash dumpster lid.
Death: No. You are having a Near Death Experience. When you come to and are capable, you will seek me out.
Death withdraws back into the alley, seemingly fading into the darkness. On the edge of the dumpster, Trash Barlow's limp body is dangled, blood oozing out of his busted open forehead and dripping onto the ground. We hold on the horrid look on his face for a second or two, to allow shock to really set in on anyone watching, then fade to black.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall .....introducing first ... from The Depths Of Hell......weight unknown ... this is DARK SOUL!!
"Devil's Night" by Eminem plays as the crowd looks in a combination fascination and curiosity. Making his way down, staring straight ahead, the man from the depths of Hell acts as if he is the only one in the arena. Getting to the ring, he jumps up to the apron with such graceful motion, that it looks as if he floated. he crowd remains hushed until his opponent is introduced.
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Don't Go Messin With A Country Boy" by Hillbilly Jim replaces Eminem, and the crowd roars with laughter. Looking out of place in such a jovial atmoshpere, Dark Soul remains unfazed.
Levitan: Heheheheh ...ummm, excuse me. His opponent....from Las Vegas, Nevada.... weighing 245 pounds ... this is HIGH ROLLER!!!
The crowd expects Roller to come out in a rage, but he makes his grand entrance in style, smiling like the cat that caught the canary. Strutting down to ringside, he makes his way into the squared circle, and starts to size up his opponent. The crowd looks really confused, now, since they don't know what to make of Dark Soul, and they don't know what to make of High Roller's attitude.
Doc: I can't call him "Opher" anymore, and "Onefer" sounds stupid. I'll just have to call him Roller, I suppose. I have an interest in this newcomer, he looks like he could have some potential. What do you think, Brad, does Roller have the goods to make it two in a row?
Brad: I'm just amazed that you don't think that "Opher" sounded stupid...Anyways, Roller could pull this one out, we don't know the new guy yet. Plus, Roller has been beaten in just about every way possible, so it'll be hard to surprise him. Let's go with experience and the hot hand, and say Roller is going to win it.
Doc: Since you're taking Roller, I'll go with the new guy. If he loses, though, his career is going to go straight to Hell...
Brad: Hehehehe...I'll give you credit for that one...
Just as the bell rings and the two grapplers appear set on locking up, the crowd starts buzzing about a someone coming down the ramp. Both men look, and they see a man dressed in a RAWF shirt, with a black wrestling suit that has purple stripes outlined in silver, coming down to ringside. Roller instantly recognizes the intruder...
Doc: I'll be damned! It's the "Sound Guy" Kris Wayne! Looks like he's scouting out High Roller.
Brad: Roller might get burned on this deal...
Doc: Hehehe...if I was Roller, I'd run like a bat out of...look!
Dark Soul charges the distracted Roller. Latching on a full-nelson, he picks up the Gambler and swings him around a few times, then slams him down. Roller gets up immediately, but is bodyslammed upon standing up. Raking the eyes, Roller gets the advantage and punches Dark Soul in the mouth...and it has no effect. Backing up with his hands raised, he attempts to kick Dark Soul. D.R. catches his foot, trips him down, and buries an elbow into the groin area. Getting up, and helping Roller to his feet, Dark Soul whips H.R. into the ropes, where he is met with a spinning back fist. The man from Vegas hits the ground, clutching his face. Scooping up Roller again, he puts him in a position for a tombstone piledriver. Squirming, and shifting his weight, Roller ends up reversing the hold, bridging back, landing on his feet, picking Dark Soul up in a tombstone predicament. Dropping down, Roller hits a sloppy piledriver, since it isn't exactly his forte. Still effective enough to keep the dark one down for a bit...Roller slides out of the ring and clobbers Kris Wayne with a stiff right to the chops. Grabbing a nearby chair, the Gambler makes a face-sized imprint in the metal, knocking the "observer" down. happy with himself, Roller turns around...to see his opponent staring at him! Surprised, Roller doesn't have time to move away before he is head-butted. Staggering, H.R. backpedals, and trips over the steps, collapsing to the floor. Dark Soul returns to the ring to stop the count.
Brad: High Roller has to stop obsessing over Kris Wayne, and focus on the match. He was calm coming down to the ring, but when Wayne came down, that went out the window!
Doc: You are absolutely right! First, he should beat his opponent, and then, if there is time for extracurricular activities, beat on Kris Wayne.
Brad: Thanks for the lesson, Teach.
The ref jaws with Dark Soul for a minute, and Roller picks himself up, and tries to get into the ring. As he grabs the second rope to hoist himself up to the apron, he feels a surge of pain run through his back as the chair connects with his body. Kris cracks him with another shot and throws him into the ring, into Dark Soul's waiting hands. Dark Soul picks him up and powerbombs the Gambler. Climbing to the top rope, the dark one launches himself into the air, and buries a big elbow into High Roller. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Barely summoning the strength to kick out, Roller is too weak to defend against a vertical, face-first suplex. The manuever bloodies his nose, and rattles his brains. In a half-concussed stupor, Roller gets to his feet and looks around with blurred vision, as his gaze meets Dark Soul, his opponent locks him up and hits a second rope spinning reverse DDT. High Roller flattens out on the mat, seemingly without any apparent consciousness.
Doc: It looks like Roller has found another way to lose...one he hasn't seen before!
Brad: Hey, Roller may be overmatched, but remember, Kris Wayne has had a say in this match, too.
Waiting a few moments before going for the kill, Dark Soul smacks Roller around, "paint brush" style, and gets him to come around. As Dark Soul tries to pick up H.R., the Gambler rolls him up in a small package...1-2-kickout! Dark Soul gets to his feet and charges Roller, who arm drags down. Getting out of the ring, the Man from Sin City goes over to the Spanish announcer's table, and grabs a cup of water. Dumping it over his head in an attempt to revive himself, the only thing he does is get himself wet. Listening for the count, but still half "out of it," he hears...5-6-7-and then he gets dropkicked by Kris Wayne. Wayne throws him into the ring, and Dark Soul applies the The Devil's Drop. The ref makes the count...1-2-3! Getting out of the ring before the ref can raise his hand, Dark Soul is gone in an instant. Kris Wayne grabs a mic, gets into the ring, steps over Roller's unconscious body, and says...
Kris Wayne: I hope you can hear THIS Roller! Before your match, I got word that the proposed match between you and I has been FINALIZED! You can't take a joke about your theme music? I have news for you, your career is a joke! At Wrestlecade, in front of the whole world, a "sound guy" is going to beat you in the middle of the ring. You have your suplexes, you have your money, but that wont mean a thing when the "Shadow" comes for you. You're holding the losing hand, this time Roller. In two weeks, everyone will see you fold!
Medical personnel revive Roller as the "Shadow" disappears into the back area. High Roller, looking up at the Radi-tron, sees the replay of Kris Wayne's statements as the announcers reiterate what went down for those watching at home. Nearly shaking with Fury, he refuses any more help, and walks toward the back. As he makes his way up the ramp, he thinks to himself, "At Wrestlecade, the joke will be on you, Shadow. My money will mean something...oh yes, it will mean alot..." The ring clears out, and Roller gets on his phone to make some calls.
Doc: I'm with Wayne on this one...so what if High Roller hasn't had his theme music played correctly in weeks...the fans love it!
Brad: Roller is overreacting, but Kris took it a little far, too. Anyway you look at it, we can mark down another match for our yearly extravaganza, Wrestlecade!
DARK SOUL |
Highway walks into Vice's office, a scowl on his face. Vice is hidden behind a newspaper he is reading.
Highway: Let me guess ....I'm banned from ringside for the Television Championship match ...and so is everyone else.
Vice doesn't look up from his paper, instead he just says..
Vice: I'm not banning anyone from ringside.
A suprised look on Highway's face is replaced by a grin.
Highway: Y...you're not?
Vice: Nope, don't have to.
Highway: What do you mean?
Vice: I'm taking steps to make sure Danny has a fair match without any interference.
Vice puts down the paper to reveal ....that he is wearing a referee's shirt!
Vice: I'll be officiating the match personally.
Vice gets up and walks past Highway, who's jaw is hanging almost to the floor. Vice slams the door behind him, which startles Highway back into reality. He stands there glaring for a second.....before another grin creeps over his features and the camera cuts out.
DANNY SZATKOWSKI(C) VS. BLACKOUT |
The fans give Vice a nice ovation as he walks to the ring and climbs in. He is all business, with no emotion or recognition visible on his face.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Television Championship!
The lights in the arena flicker and go out. Then the Radi-tron flashes to life with Blackout's name in bright white lettering. "A spotlight hits the curtain and "Toxic" by Crazytown" begins to play.
Levitan: Introducing the challenger ...weighing 235 pounds....from Whittier, California ...this is BLACKOUT!
A smug looking Blackout strolls out from behind the curtain and gives the crowd a smirk and a strut. He Walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring, raising his arms arrogantly in the air to a storm of boos.
Doc: This man came into RAWF a little lamb that has since grown into a lion! Last week he took John Patrick to the limit and had him beat if it hadn't been for Higgerson.
Brad: He lost his concentration Doc! If he doesn't do that again tonight, we could be looking at a new Television Champion!
Levitan: And his opponent...
The fans get on their feet an cheer. "Jump" by Van Halen blasts over the sound system in Nationwide Arena and the neon lights flash and dance around the entrance and ring.
Levitan: From Battle Creek, Michigan ....weighing 225 pounds ....he is the RAWF TELEVISON CHAMPION ...HE IS DANNY SZATKOWSKI!!!
Danny comes out and runs down the ramp. He jumps into the ring, removes his belt, and holds it high for all to see. The fans gives him a huge ovation as Blackout takes in the scene with a disgusted look on his face.
Brad: This is a matchup I've been looking forward to all week. These two young high impact athletes will let it all hang out for one of the most prestigous prizes in our business! And before you say another word Doc ...it's SZATKOWSKI!
Doc: I know what his name is ...sheesh.
Danny hands the belt to Vice....Blackout takes the split second opportunity to slap the champ across his face hard. Danny grabs his face, stunned ...but snaps out of it quickly and proceeds to wipe the smirk off of Blackout's mug with a shot of his own, then his him with a dropkick. Blackout gets up, but is met with a second dropkick. Blackout hits the mat and rolls out of the ring to get his bearings. He stalks over to the timekeepers table and grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. Danny ignores the chair and beckons Blackout to get back in the ring. Vice takes the chair and slides it out of the ring. Blackout continues to walk around the ring, sneering. Danny waits for his opening, then charges and hits a sliding dropkick into Blackout's head outside the ring. Blackout goes crashing into the ring barricade. Danny rolls out and picks Blackout up and tries to whip him into the ring apron, but Blackout double reverses it and whips Danny into the barricade hard. He stomps on Danny a couple of times then walks over and grabs the chair. Danny gets to his feet as Blackout advances and superkicks the chair back into Blackout's face! Blackout falls back like a domino and lies still on the concrete. Danny climbs up on the apron and ducks his head into the ring to break the Vice's count, then takes a couple of steps toward Blackout's prone form and leaps, hitting with a shooting star press. The impact knocks Danny's wind out and both men lie writhing on the floor. Danny soon gets up and drags Blackout to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Danny climbs up on the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits like a predator stalking his kill. Blackout pulls himself up and turns toward where Danny is perched. Danny leaps ...and Blackout dropkicks him as he decends!
Brad: The champ trying a lot of high risk moves early, hoping to finish his challenger quickly. This time it cost him.
Doc: Give Blackout credit for playing possum on that one. He knew Danny has the tendency to try a lot of high flying acrobatics and was prepared that time.
Blackout slowly gets to his feet as Danny rolls on the mat in obvious pain. Blackout pulls him up by the hair and gives him an overhead belly to belly suplex. Blackout whips Danny into the ropes and goes for a big clothesline. Danny ducks it though and Blackout turns around only to be nailed with Danny�s trademark dropkick. The fans cheer for the Teenage Sensation as he picks up Blackout for some more punishment. He kicks him in the gut and Blackout arches forward in pain. Danny then picks him up and forcefully drives him down face first, hitting an Electric Chair Drop! Danny makes the cover, but Blackout kicks out just before the three.
Brad: That was a high impact move and I thought that Danny had it there!
Doc: Well you should have known better. Blackout can take anything that Danny Spandex has to offer! Vice better call this match down the middle though!!!
Brad: SZATKOWSKI!
Danny goes straight back to work on a dazed Blackout. Danny drags Blackout to the corner and then climbs the turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd and is given a great cheer. He looks for the split-legged Moonsault, but Blackout uses the bottom rope to pull himself out of the way and slide out of the ring. Danny clutches his chest after the impact with the mat. Blackout takes a few seconds to shake off the cobwebs before getting back into the ring and going on the offensive.
Doc: That move was a prime example of how stupid Danny Xylophone is! High risk moves are a bad idea always!
Brad: First of all Danny has gotten many pinfalls from that signature move, and second of all, it�s SZATKOWSKI!
He grabs Danny's ankle and starts kicking him in the back of the knee. Danny cries out in pain. Blackout drags him over to the ropes and drapes the knee across the middle one. Blackout leaps and drives his foot into Danny's exposed joint. He picks Danny up and and spins him around ...and gives him an atomic kneebreaker. Danny writhes in agony, holding his knee and trying to protect it from further abuse. Blackout keeps on the attack, driving an elbow drop to the injured knee. Then he drags Danny toward the center of the ring and tries to turn him over into a Nightmare Stretch!!! Danny resists at first, struggling to remian on his back, but Blackout's leverage is too much and he turns it over to the Stretch. Danny bellows in pain as Vice asks him if he wants to give up. Danny shakes his head no and grabs his head, trying to filter out the pain and continue. Blackout yells out "Give up punk! Give up!" Danny slowly pulls himself toward the ropes. Blackout tries to keep him from doing so, but after several antsy moments, Danny does manage to reach the ropes and Vice calls for the break. Blackout relunctantly releases the hold and tries to pull Danny back to center ring, but Danny kicks him away and pulls himself up on the ropes. Blackout charges and Danny lowers his shoulder and backdrops him over the top rope.
Brad: A desperation move by the champ! Pure instinct on that one. It may just buy him the time he needs.
Doc: I don't care if it buys him a vowel! It's a cowardly move!
Blackout painfully gets to his feet. Danny propels himself over the ropes and hits with a spectacular bodypress that sends both competitors to the hard concrete. Vice counts 1...2...3...4...5...6... Danny rises and rolls back into the ring, holding his knee and stomach....7...8...Blackout somehow manages to get up and pull himself back into the ring. Danny gets to his feet and and runs into the ropes ...hitting Blackout with a lionsault. A cover 1...2...kickout by Blackout. Danny pulls Blackout to his feet and whips him into the corner. Danny charges and plants his feet into Blackout's stomach and catches him by the back of his neck with his hands and biel throws him out of the corner. Blackout flips up and over, hitting the mat rear end first. The champ picks the challenger up and delivers a vertical suplex. He tries a cover, Vice makes the count 1...2...kickout by Blackout. Danny picks him up again and slugs him across the mouth, then propels himself off the ropes and hits with a flying elbow. Another cover 1..2...thr ...Blackout just barely gets a shoulder up before Vice slaps the mat a third time. Danny gets up and waits for Blackout to rise , then propels himself into the ropes again and tries a Thez Press, but Blackout catches him and delivers a spinebuster! Unsteadily, Blackout rises and stomps the champion a few times, before picking him up and tossing him into the corner. In rapid fire sucession he kicks Danny several times in the gut, causing the champ to slump to the mat. Blackout doesnt stop there, continuing to bury his foot into Danny's chest and head. Blackout backs up to center ring and gives the crowd a pose to a tremendous round of boos. He charges and plants a knee right to Danny's jaw. He pulls him to his feet and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up with him. He executes a superplex!! Both men lie still on the mat after that move.
Doc: Come on Blackout! Get up! You have him!! Roll over and cover him!!
Brad: Looking for a new job as Blackout's manager Doc? Let me know so I can accept applications for a new broadcast partner.
Blackout gets up after a lengthy rest. He picks Danny up and throws him to the turnbuckles again, following up with a spinning heel kick that causes Danny to crash to the canvas face first. Blackout climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Danny to climb to his feet and hits him with a flying bodypress from the top rope! A cover 1...2...2 and three quarters as Danny sneaks a shoulder up at the last split second. Blackout slaps his hands together three times to show Vice how fast he thinks he should count. Frustrated, Blackout again pulls Danny to his feet and whips him into the corner. Blackout charges, leaps and hurricanranas Danny out of the corner. Then he tries to apply the Nighttime Stretch again, but Danny kicks him off in desperation and crawls over to the ropes. Meanwhile, the crowd has started cheering as Matt Higgerson has appeared at the top of the ramp.
Doc: Awwww, no! Higgerson's out here to do what he thinks Blackout did to him last week.
Brad: You mean screw him out of the Television Championship?
Doc: Yeah! I mean ....no! He didn't ...that is to say...Higgerson is just copying what Blackout did earlier. Blackout appears at the top of the ramp, so Higgerson appears at the top of the ramp. He needs to think of his own material!
Blackout picks Danny up and whips him into the ropes and misses with a clothesline. Danny springboards off the opposite ropes and hits a lionsault press. Danny rolls off of Blackout and struggles to his feet. Higgerson walks down the ramp and stands at ringside, his arms folded, his eyes on Blackout. Danny picks Blackout up and throws him to the outside. Danny follows him out and Vice starts the count. Danny picks Blackout up and hits him with a couple of right hands, then tries to whip him into the post, but Blackout reverses it and Danny flies into the timekeepers table, shattering it. Higgerson starts to sneak over to where Blackout is ...but Vice leaps out of the ring and stops him! He orders Higgerson to go back or face a stiff fine. Meanwhile, Blackout picks Danny up and throws him over his shoulder and tries to ram him head first into the turnbuckle. Danny slips off and lands behind Blackout, shoving him hard into the post. Blackout lies motionless and Danny picks him up and rolls him under the ropes. Suddenly, the camera picks up a tire iron swinging out from under the ring, hitting Danny in the ankle and taking his feet out from under him, Vice continues to argue with Higgerson at the bottom of the ramp on the opposite side of the ring. The tire iron connects again, this time to the back of Danny's head and he is knocked unconscious. Blackout gets up and look down over the ropes at the champ, then climbs out to roll him back in. Vice turns around and gets back into the ring at that point, as Higgerson has walked back up to the top of the ramp. Blackout drops a legdrop on Danny, then covers him. Vice looks suspicious, but does his job. 1...2...3!
Doc: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! BLACKOUT IS THE NEW CHAMP!!!
BLACKOUT! |
Brad: Who in the hell is the coward under the ring???? Who was that with the tire iron????
Higgerson is livid at the top of the ramp, he runs down and checks on Danny. Meanwhile, from under the ring ....tire iron in hand ...comes Aaron Justice. He hides it behind his back as Vice spots him and gives him a "did you do this?" kind of look. Blackout holds the belt up in victory and leaves the ring as "Crazytown" plays. Vice glares at Justice, then kneels down to help Matt check on Danny.
The scene cuts backstage where Jessica Beach is standing with �The Nightly Heart Attack� Scott Briggs, as he prepares for his match later against �The Main Event� Trent Bradley. Briggs is dressed ready to fight, with both his hands heavily taped and his new black wrestling tights, emblazoned with �entertainment� down one leg and �personified� down the other. At the moment the cameras join them, Briggs is warming up, doing star jumps and he carries on working out as he is interviewed by Beach.
Beach: In a few minutes time, you�ll be stepping in the ring with a man who calls himself �The Main Event�. Of course, I�m talking about Trent Bradley. Now, many fans that I�ve spoken to were intrigued by what you had to say for yourself earlier this week about your new focused approach to living. And I�ve got to admit that you�ve been a lot quieter since you came to the arena than you have been in the previous weeks since you�re debut. My question for you is this, what is your new outlook to life and how do you feel about your upcoming match against Bradley.
Briggs stretches to either side and flexes his developed upper body. He flashes Beach a grin and slows his work up to merely jogging on the spot.
Briggs � You know, every man has to develop to stop becoming static and it�s taken me all my life to come to that conclusion, but now that I have�I promise each and every one of you fans that I�m going to give my all to become entertainment personified. I understand that I have a talent that only a few have been given. It�s up to me to become a better man to do my small bit in making it a better world. Tonight, I step into the ring with a man that I respect in Trent Bradley. But that respect will disappear the moment that the bell sounds and I will exercise my right to promote asskicking�everywhere.
Beach allows herself a small smile, as Briggs comes to a halt. He stands, breathing hard, with both hands on his hips.
Beach � Interesting words from you. Now, going into tonight, you have yet to have a match announced for Wrestlecade. Have you got anyone in mind that you wouldn�t mind facing at the pay-per-view?
Briggs thinks hard for about half a second before responding.
Briggs � Yeah, I�ve been thinking hard. In fact, I�ve been thinking about nothing else. I�ve kept my eyes open and my ears to the ground and done my homework on everyone on this roster. Wrestlecade promises to be the biggest event in this federation�s history, but I will guarantee it�s place in every fan�s memory if the powers that be place one Scott Briggs in a match with significance. That�s why I want to add a little spice to tonight�s match. RAWF management, listen up and listen good and consider this. How about granting the winner of my match against �The Main Event� Trent Bradley a match against the current US champion, Ryne Blood at Wrestlecade?
Beach goes to speak but Briggs continues, cutting her off in her prime.
Briggs � You see, I understand that on last week�s Chaos, I came up short in my title match against Dirge�but I feel that I deserve another opportunity to win myself some championship gold and bring some respect to the title scene. It�d feel good to step into the ring at Wrestlecade against a man who has Revolution running through is bloodstream and seeing if I can truly hang with the big boys. Ryne Blood, I respect no other man more than I respect you, but it would be a pleasure to hand you the beating of a lifetime�so get prepared and be ready for �The Nightly Heart Attack� Scott Briggs to rock your world�
The camera closes in on Briggs face as he mood intensifies.
�forever.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first .... from Parts Unknown ...weighing 292 pounds ...this is TAXES!
"Mr. Scary" by Dokken plays as Taxes ...his golden mask shining in the lighting effects going off around him, strolls to the ring calmly and stretches against the ropes.
Brad: Taxes, one half of the Number One Contenders for the World Tag Team Championship! The Inevitables, set to square off against one half of the World Tag Team Champions in somewhat of a preview to Wrestlecade!
Doc: Yes, but Taxes is not used to singles competition ...Jango is!
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Around The World" by Union Underground strikes up and the green neon lasers light up the entrance way.
Levitan: From Dickson, Tennesee ...weighing 245 pounds ... he is one half of the RAWF World Tag Team Champions ...he is JANGO CROSS!!!
With a cocky strut and his belt around his waist, Jango makes his way down to ringside and removes the belt, holding it high in the air. The crowd boos both competitiors.
Doc: Taxes may have the size advantage Brad, but I think Jango has everything else going his way in this match. He's the experienced singles wrestler, he's the better all around athlete.
Cross and Taxes lock up in center ring, the two push and pull back and forth for a few seconds before Taxes uses his size advantage to hoist cross into the air over his head. He bench presses Cross a couple of times with Cross kicking and flailing around trying to escape. Taxes holds him there for a few seconds before dropping Cross onto his shoulder and driving him back first into the mat with a vicious powerslam. Cross arches up on the mat clutching at his back as Taxes stands over his body glowering down at him.
Brad: Taxes looks to be off to a solid start thus far. This could be an interesting match.
Doc: It won�t last. Jango is a far superior athlete. Taxes is just some schlemiel with a dopey eighties gimmick.
Brad: Jango has also been oddly silent lately and rumor has it that he�s jumped ship to be with former RAWF superstar Korben. It would explain why he�s not investing any more effort in his career here.
Doc: That�s only a rumor, there�s no back up of it.
Brad: Well, we�ll see. In the time being Jango has to worry about Taxes before dreams of Titles from anywhere else can dance in his head.
Taxes pulls Cross from the canvas and hauls him to his feet, locking his arms around Cross�s waist. He says something into Cross�s ear then spins backwards and plants him onto the back of his head with a nasty German suplex then rotates his hands around and tosses him overhead and onto the mat with a beautiful overhead release suplex. Cross slams into the corner, holding his head. Taxes walks over to the corner and begins putting the boots to him. After a few seconds he bends over and starts hauling away with punch after punch, landing rights and lefts until the referee gets between them and pushes Taxes out of the corner and into center ring, admonishing him for using closed fists. Taxes just smirks at him but doesn�t take his eyes off of Cross, who slowly pulls himself out of the corner.
Doc: Come on ref�he�s cheating ! DQ him !!
Brad: Would you be quiet ! If this was going the other way you�d be crooning about brilliant his fighting style is.
Doc: That�d be different, he�s a superstar in Wrestling�Taxes is just some goofy eighties retread.
Brad: One of these days your mouth will get you pummeled by an angry wrestler and I�m going to laugh at you when it does.
Cross stands up and walks to center ring, getting into the face of Taxes before hauling off and cracking him across the mouth with a wicked right hand. The shot snaps his head back but he turns and faces Cross, grinning in his face. Cross once again lashes out to hit Taxes in the face, but changes his hand direction when Taxes raises his hand to block it and smashes him in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Taxes doubles over, clutching at his solar plexus and wheezing for air. Cross wraps his hand around Taxes neck, and with some effort, lifts him up and hits an Implant DDT. Taxes lands hard on his face and flops over, Cross hauls him to his feet and hits a German suplex of his own. The move almost folds Taxes in half but Cross doesn�t give him any chance to recover, immediately hauling him back to his feet and hitting a tilt a whirl slam followed by a leg drop to his neck.
Doc: That�s more like it ! Finally Cross is connecting !
Brad: Whether that was an intentional pun or not, that was just plain horrible.
Cross stands up and smacks him across the mouth then kicking him hard in the ribs, doubling him over. As Taxes sits upright in response to it Cross kicks him square in the mouth. Taxes falls backwards clutching at his mouth in pain. Cross laughs at this and uses the chance to place him in a Figure Four Leglock. Taxes� head immediately leaps up as he yells in pain. Cross grabs Taxes feet for extra leverage and pulls back on him, hyper extending his thigh muscles. Cross slowly pulls back until he gets to the ropes then drops his hands and grabs the bottom rope, pulling up on it. Taxes immediately responds by yelling in pain and slamming his fist off of the canvas.
Brad: Look at that cheat grab the bottom rope !
Doc: He�s just using good ring presence to get some leverage. It�s a good tactic.
Brad: It�s totally against the rules too ! He should be disqualified for that ! Damn him !
Doc: You�re just mad because the cheesy goody goody is losing.
Brad: One of these days I�m going to hit you very hard. And what are you talking about? "Goody goody?" Which Inevitables have YOU been watching?
The ref spots Jango using the ropes and forces him to break. Jango does so reluctantly. He stomps on Taxes' injured knee a few times, then pulls him to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and delivers a Crossfire spear! He preens for the crowd as Taxes lies motionless on the mat! He tries a cover. 1...2...kickout by Taxes! Jango looks shocked and gapes at the referee who puts up two fingers to signal it was only two... only two. Jango picks up Taxes again , tosses him into the corner, then climbs through the ropes and gets up on the turnbuckle behind his masked opponent to attempt a tornado DDT ....but Taxes blocks it and throws him off the top! Jango lands rearend first on the canvas and howls in pain. Taxes picks him up and gives him a headbutt.He keeps ahold of his head, not letting him fall...and gives him a second ...then a third ...then a fourth. He lets go and Jango staggers comically around the ring for a few seconds, then does a header to the mat. Taxes picks him up and gives him a tombstone piledriver! He covers 1...2...Jango drapes a leg over the bottom rope and ref stops the count. Taxes picks him up again and gives him a "Write Off" suplex!!! Another cover, but Xavier Cross races down to ringside and gets up on the apron. The ref goes over to chase him off. Taxes gets up and walks over to Xavier and grabs him by the throat. Jango stumbles to his feet and tries to come up behind Taxes, but Taxes grabs HIM by the throat with his other hand. He rams the two Cross' heads together and Xavier falls from the apron. Taxes gives Jango a chokeslam, then signals to the crowd, who give him a semi-cheer. He picks Jango up and places him backward on the top turnbuckle, setting him up for The Audit.... but Xavier climbs up and wraps his arms around Jango's legs, preventing the move from being executed. Death comes stalking down the ramp to nail Xavier from behind and shake him loose from Jango. Taxes tries the move again, but Jango nails him in the face with a back elbow.
Brad: For crying out loud! Xavier may have just cost Taxes a victory! I wish Death could have gotten down here sooner!!
Doc: Why??? He would have just cheated on behalf of HIS partner!
Jango stands up on the turnbuckle and waits for Taxes to get up. Meanwhile Xavier and Death are brawling outside the ring. Jango leaps and hits with a missile dropkick and goes for a cover. As the ref counts 1...2...Jango puts his feet up on the second ropes for leverage ....3!!!
Doc: See, I told you Jango was the better wrestler here!!! And at Wrestlecade The Cross Connection will beat these two weirdos as a team!
JANGO CROSS |
An all out brawl ensues and security is called. The two teams are being seperated as we go to commercial...
Brad: Folks, with us now via satellite link from Scotland is "Bigshot" Bill Fury.
We cut to a picture of Bill Fury, half heartedly sitting looking at the camera His daughter is sitting with him as well as Peter the boy from the airport. He looks tired and even worse than when he arrived at the airport.
Brad: Bill, it's been a rough week for you, first your wife who was buried on Friday, and now this.... your tag partner Justin Fantastic ran down brutally.
Bill: Whit can ye say!? Aw Ah can say is when I git back tae The RAWF , some people are gonnae be payin' big time!
Brad: It is being said Justin is stable, but it is unsure whether he'll be able to walk again.
Bill: Don't talk to me aboot it!!! It'll just make me mair angry!! Ah'm gaun oot ma wie, tae find oot who did this, and when Ah dae, they'll be in a worse shape than Justin is just noo! (He stares into the camera.) Ah don't care who ye think ye are, Ah'm gonnae kill ye, that's it! Ye've went beyond pissing me off, you've awoken the Fury! And from this day oan, Ah'm gaunnae make everyone's lives miserable. Ah'm coming back to The RAWF wie big time bad intentions. An Ah'm bringing ma buddy, as wrestling fans ye should know him.....Samoan Sid!!! So book me, or me and him up for Wrestlecade, and Ah swear, this place is gaunnae be turned upside doon by this vengeful giant. Ahs a mattae of fact, book us up against dat Team Revolution!!
Doc: You say that now, but when it comes to it....
Fury interrupts him mid -speech.
Bill: Haw Doc , shut yer face! Ah'm sick ei hearing yer pish! Don't push me, no just now! Ah'll git the plane direct back to where ye's ur the noo just tae smash yer hied in!
Brad: Thanks Bill, that's the first time Doc's ever been speechless. So can we expect you to be at our awards bash next week?
Bill: Aye ye most certainly dae. Ah need work this oot ma system some how.
Brad: Thanks Bill for giving us your time in this dark time of your life.
Bill: Nae bother see ye's next week.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ....from London, England ....weighing 247 pounds ...this is ERIC "PICKLES" CRANE!
"Gelosea" by InMe plays and the word "Pickle" is flashed over the Radi-tron. Wearing a Misfits t-shirt, baggy green cargo pants, and black combat boots ...Crane saunters down to the ring. The fans are noticeably quiet, not knowing what to make of this guy. He seems to be talking to no one in particular, his head making jerking movements as he speaks. He climbs into the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle.
Brad: Eric Crane making his debut here tonight! What do you make of him at first glance Doc?
Doc: Well, don't you usually make RELISH with pickles?
Levitan: And his opponent ...weighing 264 pounds ...from St. Louis, Missouri ...this is RAGE!
Rage appears at the curtain and stares out into the crowd, hatred on his face. He has a scar on his right cheek from his eye to his chin, bald head, a tattoo of barb wire on his right arm from shoulder to wrist, an 8 ball tattoo on left shoulder,and burns on his left hand to elbow. He wears a sleeveless black shirt, black cargo pants and black combat boots. He has a long thick chain around his neck and carries a kendo stick. He charges to the ring and slides in and starts flailing about wildly with the kendo stick ...causing Crane to bail out to ringside in front of the announcers. He starts to have a heated discussion ...with himself.
Brad: Two newcomers to RAWF competing in this contest! But both seem to be a bit ...eccentric, to put it mildly.
Doc: Listen to the crowd, they are almost silent as a ghost. They have no clue about these guys.
The ref coaxes the stick away from Rage and hands it to the timekeeper outside the ring. Crane cautiously climbs back into the ring and the two lock up. Crane knees Rage in the gut, breaking the lock up, then gives him a headbutt. However, the headbutt has no effect on Rage but had plenty of effect on Crane, who puts his hand to his forehead and staggers back. Rage grabs him and gives him a quick half nelson suplex. Rage runs off the ropes and tries a legdrop, but Crane rolls out of the way. Both men get up and start trading vicious blows back and forth. Crane gets the upperhand after a punch staggers Rage into the corner. Crane grabs Rage by the throat and starts biting his forehead. The ref counts to four and Crane backs off ...only to go back and start biting him AGAIN. The ref counts to four and Crane stops. He puts Rage in a front face lock and drags him back to center ring. He hammers Rage on the back with several punches, then tries a DDT, but Rage reverses it into a backdrop. Rage drops to a knee and starts choking Crane, who writhes helplessly under the assault. Rage picks Crane up and executes a Sambo suplex, then starts methodically driving his knee into the chest and throat of Pickle. Seeing an opportunity, Rage decides to exit the ring and grab his kendo stick from the timekeeper. He climbs back into the ring and the ref warns him to put the stick away. Rage rears back as if to hit the still prone Crane, but the ref gets in front of him and informs him of an impending disqualification. Rage pushes the ref aside and rears back with the stick again ...but the ref grabs it away from him. Rage gets in the ref's face and the two argue for a few seconds ..... long enough for Crane to get up and clip Rage in the back of the knee with a kick. Rage collapses to the canvas, holding his leg as Crane keeps working on it with kicks and stomps. He picks Rage up and gives him a kneebreaker atomic drop that sends Rage to the mat again. Crane grabs him by the ankle and drags him over to the corner. Crane rolls outside the ring and pulls Rage by the ankles so that he straddles the post! As the ref counts, Crane drives Rage's knee into the post three times, then rolls back into the ring just before the ten count.
Brad: NOW what do you think of these guys so far?
Doc: I like them. They are both nuts and hardcore. Although I think Eric Crane needs to go see Frasier Crane about this whole pickle thing...
Crane pulls Rage to his feet and slugs him a few times, then runs into the ropes and delivers a flying bodypress. He covers and the ref counts 1..2..kickout by Rage. Crane gets up and hauls Rage back to his feet, but Rage rakes him across the eyes and gives him a german suplex. Rage gets to his knees and resta a few seconds. Crane staggers to his feet and Rage hammers him with four punches. After the fourth, Crane staggers back and swings a wild punch that misses. Rage picks him up by the throat with one hand and delivers a chokeslam. Crane's body bounces once then goes still. Rage quickly climbs the nearest turnbuckle and leaps ...connecting with a leg drop from the top rope! He covers 1...2...Crane somehow manages to muster the strength to get a shoulder up. Disgusted with that, Rage pulls Crane into a sitting position and puts him a chinlock. Eric flails about, trying to get away, but Rage has the hold on too tight. Rage keeps him in the hold as the ref checks for a choke. After a few minutes off this, Rage lets go and drives and elbow to the top of Crane's skull. Crane slumps back to the canvas. Rage gets up and goes to the top turnbuckle again. He leaps ...and his face connects with Crane's outstretched boot. Rage topples like an oak tree to the mat. Crane pulls himself up on the ropes and shakes his head to get his bearings. He walks over and stomps on Rage a couple of times, then jumps straight in the air and lands on Rage with an elbow drop. He drags Rage to his feet and gives him a fisherman suplex. A cover and a count 1...2...kickout by Rage. Pickle decides its his turn again to go up top. He climbs up and leaps ...connecting with a 450 splash! Instead of covering Rage however, Eric stands up and seems to be debating with himself over what to do next. Afer a few seconds of arguing with himself he nods and runs into the ropes and tries a lionsault ....but Rage gets his knees up and Crane's stomach hits them with a crunch. Now both men lie hurt and barely moving on the mat.
Brad: What an effort by these two! Back and forth, nobody seems to be able to keep the advantage for long!
Doc: These guys have really impressed me! Too bad one of them has to lose. I think they both will go far here in RAWF!
The ref counts to nine before Rage gets to his feet. Rage picks Crane up and puts him in a side-headlock. Crane fights out of it slightly and pushes Rage into the ropes. Crane drops to the mat as Rage jumps over him, and bounces into the other ropes, only to be hit with a drop toe hold on the return. Pickles quickly goes up and applies a modified Camel Clutch to Rage. Rage is able to scramble to the ropes fairly quickly, however. Crane has to let go and as he does, he quickly dropkicks Rage in the side of the head. He picks Rage up and snapmares him back down followed by a flip over neck whip. As Rage falls back to the mat, Crane grabs his left leg and puts him in a single leg crab submission hold. Rage grimaces, then manages to roll over and pry Crane off with his other foot. Rage stands up and Crane charges him, only to be caught and dropped with a spinebuster. Crane is able to sit up and Rage grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet ... only to give him a full nelson slam that sends him back down. Rage sits down on Crane's chest and starts battering him with punches. After about ten of them, he gets up and pulls Pickle to his feet. He grabs him by the throat and exceutes the 8-BALL! The fans "oooh" on impact. Rage stands up and glares at the crowd, then gives a slit throat gesture and climbs to the top rope again. With a last gasp burst of adrenaline, Crane crawls over to the ropes and starts shaking them. Rage slips, crotches himself on the turnbuckle, and falls to the mat. Crane again pulls himself up on the ropes and converses with .....himself...... on what to do next. Apparently making a decision, he pretends to be taking a rest against the ropes, but out of sight of the ref, he grabs a chain from his pocket! He wraps it around his hand and staggers over to pick Rage up. Crane tries to hit him with the chain, but Rage ducks it and nails Crane with a left hook , then gives him a stunner! The chain goes flying out of the ring. Rage covers 1....2....Pickle gets a foot on the ropes to break the count. Enraged, Rage picks Pickle up and shoves him into the corner and starts waylaying him with lefts and rights. The ref pries him off, and pushes him back, giving him the business. Rage shoves the referee aside and starts toward Crane, who comes out of the corner like a shot and clotheslines Rage to the mat.
Brad: That was a Vlasic clothesline ....errr, I mean classic clothesline. My apologies.
Pickle staggers to his feet and goes up top again, but Rage gets up and press slams him back down. Then he once again rolls out of the ring and grabs his Kendo stick. He climbs back into the ring and shoves the referee down when he tries to stop him. Rage rears back and nails Crane across the back with the stick. The ref calls for the bell, but Rage doesn't seem to care. He keeps whacking the stick on Crane over and over.
Doc: Wow, talk about getting the short end of the stick.
Brad: Somebody needs to do something here! Where's security??
Rage picks Pickle up and postions him on the ropes, then charges him with the stick. The impact knocks both competitors over the top rope. Rage gets up as Crane lies on the concrete, seemingly out. Unseen by Rage, Pickle grabs his chain from where it lies nearby and wraps it around his fist. Rage leans down to pick Crane up again ...and Crane nails him right between the eyes with the chain. Rage falls unconscious to the mat and Crane passes out from pain and exhaustion.
Brad: What a brutal ending to a brutal fight!!!!
ERIC CRANE |
The scene begins with a view of a pitch black room. The only thing noticable is the light that shines on one location of that room, creating a spotlight. Footsteps can be heard, but the location of it is unknown. Finally, a young Asian man steps into the spotlight, carrying with him a sword and a book.
ARSENAL X: Greetings. The name is Arsenal X. I am a young man looking to break into this business. I believe wrestling is an art form. When working with the right people, wrestling can be the most beautiful thing in the world. But wrestling is not just about body slamming people down into the ground and pinning their shoulders down for the one two three. No, wrestling is also about strategy.
He then puts down the sword and shows the camera the book he was carrying. The book is "The Art Of War" by Sun Tzu. The book was obviously read many times as the cover is worn out and the pages are yellow.
ARSENAL X: Sun Tzu is a military genuis. Who ever thought that these tactics can be used in today's wrestling. I can quote you something out of this book that inspire me to join this federation.
Arsenal X goes to an already placed bookmark and opens the book.
ARSENAL X: "Move not unless you see an advantage; use not your troops unless there is something to be gained; fight not unless the position is critical." The advantage here is the talent. I believe I can take each and every wrestler in this league, if given a chance. By joining this federation, I have everything to gain and everything to lose. I am gambling my pride, and in return I want gold and fame. This is critical for my life.
He then retrieves the sword and drops off the book. He then pulls out the sword from its protective case and admires at the sword.
ARSENAL X: Ever since I have been a child, I have been facisnated by weapons. Reading about legendary swords and weapons have made me want to acquire these weapons. See this sword, this is my prize of all the weapons that I have gathered. I call this sword, X-Calibar. The reason for this is because it fits the description that is given in so many books.
He looks at the sword again, making the sword shine from the only light in the room. Afterwards, he puts the sword back into the case and puts it away.
ARSENAL: You can say that the beauty of this sword can be related to my wrestling style. It is perfect, just like the sword. My moves are sheer and clean, just like X-Calibar. The impact of each move will slice into my opponents throats, just like this maginificant sword. I understand that I cannot simply come into a league and immediatley run for the World Title. That is why I want to devote my time and run for the Television Title. I can see myself running with the likes of Danny Szatkowski and Blackout and I believe I can defeat each one in fashion. But I guess we will have to see because I cannot do anything if I am not accepted into this league...so we shall see and wait it out. But I want to leave this message to Danny Szatkowski and Blackout...only one can survive in this game that we play. I WILL be the one who survives.
Arsenal X turns around and walks out of the spotlight as the camera fades to black.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin erupts from the sound system. The words MAIN EVENT flash on the Radi-tron.
Levitan: Introducing first ...from Baltimore, Maryland ...weighing 242 pounds ...this is "MAIN EVENT" Trent Bradley.
Wearing blue trunks with "Main Event" on them and classic blue wrestling boots, Bradley walks down the ramp, his face showing no emotion. The fans give him relentless hell, but he seems completely oblivious. He climbs into the ring and poses, taking in the "accolades" of the fans....
Doc: I can't understand why these people aren't cheering for this man!! He has it all! Plus, they cheer ANYONE who hates Evolution! Just because he's fighting one of their so called heroes they turn on him like he's Saddam Hussein or something!
Brad: Speaking of Iraq, I want to give a shout out to all of our men and women watching this telecast on the Armed Forces Network, especially those over serving our country in the Middle East. Our prayers and good wishes be with you folks.
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Cochise" by Audioslave blasts throughout Nationwide Arena and the fans erupt in glee.
Levitan: Also from Baltimore, Maryland ....weighing 230 pounds ....this is SCOTT BRIGGS!!
Scott appears at the curtain and greets the fans with a smile and a pose. His straggly black hair hanging loosely around his neck, he walks down tot he ring, slapping hands and hugging a pretty lady who reaches out to him as he gets to ringside. He climbs in and the two athletes stare each other down.
Brad: Scott Briggs, a tremendous competitor ...who at Wrestlecade has an opportunity we've just been told ...to become the United States Champion! He will face Ryne Blood in two weeks at the Superdome!!
Doc: He's got to get past "Main Event" first! Not an easy assignment in itself!
Briggs and Bradley lock up and struggle for position. Bradley backs Briggs into the corner and gives a clean break. He steps back, holding his hands out with a grin on his face. Briggs gives him a slightly stunned expression, then locks up with him again. The two jockey for advantage, but again Bradley forces Briggs back into the corner. Trent clean breaks again, but instead of backing off, he quickly nails Briggs with a couple of elbows to the throat. He whips him to the opposite corner and follows him in with a corner clothesline. Briggs collapses forward to the canvas. Bradley scoops him up and wallops him with a knife edge chop, then a kick to the midsection. Scott doubles over and Bradley gives him a spinning neckbreaker. Bradley goes down to one knee and puts Scott in a headlock, squeezing tight. Scott grimaces in pain, but manages to force them both to their feet and elbow Trent in the stomach twice to break the hold. He propels himself off the ropes and ducks under a Bradley clothesline attempt. He comes off the opposite ropes and hits Bradley with a clothesline of his own. Bradley hits the mat, but comes bouncing back up. Briggs hits him with a hurricanrana into a pin attempt. 1...Bradley gets out quickly and both men get to their feet and stare each other down.
Doc: Bradley has to be very careful with this guy. He almost beat Dirge by cheating last week. But I'm sure Trent watched that match with careful detail.
Brad: Scott really held his own against the champ. He came within a hair of being World Champion.
They lock up again and Bradley shoves Briggs to the ropes. Bradley lays down and Briggs jumps over him and continues on, bouncing off the opposite ropes. Trent goes for a backdrop attempt, but Briggs puts on the brakes and bulldogs him to the mat. He gives him a legdrop to the back of the skull, then tries to put him in a Boston Crab. Trent kicks him off and scampers to his feet over to the ropes. Briggs pursues, but Bradley plants a boot to his stomach and clotheslines him to the mat. Trent bends down to pick Briggs up, but Briggs reaches up and wraps Trent into a small package. 1...2...Trent kicks out. Both men get up and Trent hits a uppercut, then a right hook, sendin Briggs staggering back. Bradley gives him a gut wrench suplex, then goes to work driving knees into his stomach. Trent propels himself off the ropes and hits with a headbutt to Brigg's chest. He pulls Scott to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Trent bounces off the opposite ropes and hits with a flying kneelift. Scott does a one eighty and hits the canvas. Trent covers, hooking the leg. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Scott. Trent picks him up and whips him into the corner, then gets up on the first turnbuckle and straddles Briggs. He hits with several shots to the face before Briggs stuns him with a reverse atomic drop. Briggs grabs Trent by the ankles and slingshots him into the turnbuckle face first. Trent hits the pads and hangs loosely over the turnbuckle, his arms dangling loosely over the ropes. Briggs backs up to the far corner and charges ... nailing Trent with a flying spin kick to the back of the head. Trent comes stumbling backward of the corner ...spins around....takes a couple of steps ...and plummets face first to the mat.
Brad: What a kick by Briggs!!! I think Bradley is out cold!!!
Doc: He's seeing more stars than were at the Oscars last night!!
Briggs picks Bradley up and executes a scissors powerbomb! He covers, hooking the leg. 1...2... Bradley lifts a shoulder up. Nonplussed, Briggs quickly gets up, runs off the ropes and hits a sliding dropkick into Bradley's stomach. He picks him up and executes a bridge suplex into a pin attempt. 1...2...Bradley squirms out somehow. Briggs pulls Bradley over to the ropes, then runs the opposite ropes to try a bronco buster ...but Bradley, using whatever reserves he had left, manages to get out of the way and Briggs crotches himself on the second rope and bounces back with a thud. Both men get up awkwardly and Briggs nails Bradley with a right hand to the jaw. Bradley responds by poking him in the eyes, then giving him a modified stunner, grabbing him by the ears and dropping down. Bradley tries a cover 1...2...kickout by Briggs. Trent picks Scott up and throws him outside the ring. Trent climbs out after him and whips him into the steel steps! Briggs goes headfirst into them and a "bong" sound reverberates, causing the fans to moan in unison. Bradley picks him up again and slugs him a couple of times, then rolls him onto the ring apron under the ropes. He positions Briggs so that his head and neck hang over the apron, then smashes an elbow to his throat. He repeats the move, then rolls into the ring. He grabs Briggs by the ankles and slingshots him throat first into the bottom rope. Briggs writhes in agony, making gagging noises and holding his neck as if choking. Bradley picks him up and hits piledriver! A cover 1...2...Briggs inches a shoulder up just in time to avoid the three.
Doc: Now we are seeing why Bradley is called the Main Event! This match is the highlight of the evening thus far because of him!
Brad: This is indeed a great match, but I think Briggs has just as much to do with it as Bradley has!
Bradley picks Briggs up and throws him into the ropes. He bounces off the opposite ropes himself and hits a lariat. Then he rolls Briggs over and tries to put him in the cloverleaf, but Briggs squirms away and grabs the ropes. Bradley stomps on his fingers and tries to pull him back for another cloverleaf attmpempt, but Briggs kicks him in the face. Bradley takes a couple of steps back, holding his mouth, but gets angry and drops a knee to Brigg's solarplexes. He picks him up and gives him a backbreaker, then tries another cover. 1...2...Briggs kicks out once again. Bradley argues with the ref for a second before picking Briggs back up and and locking in a Cobra Clutch!!!
Doc: This is it! It's over!!
Briggs counters the move by shoving backwards with all of his strength. Bradley's back hits the turnbuckles hard and he lets go of the hold. Briggs, with one last burst of energy, grabs him by the head and executes an ATTITUDE ADJUSTER!! He weakly lays an arm across Bradley and the ref counts 1...2...3!
Brad: Wow, nice call there Doc. You were right, it WAS over.
Doc: Shut up.
Brad: Scott Briggs with some huge momentum going into his match with Ryne Blood at Wrestlecade for the United States Championship!!!
SCOTT BRIGGS |
In the back by the Ironman wheel stand Vice, Croc, and a bandaged Manson.
Vice: Gentlemen, I'll spin the wheel to determine your match.
With a mighty spin born out of anger for being tricked by Justice earlier, Vice growls. The wheel spins for what seems like hours...but is only about thirty seconds. It slows down and almost lands on "LAS VEGAS SHOWGIRL MATCH"....but instead lands on "FIRST BLOOD MATCH".
Vice: Good luck gentlemen.
Brad: My god! Manson is already bleeding as it is!!! What chance does he stand???
JEFFERY MANSON VS. CROCFirst Blood Match |
Levitan: The following contest is a First Blood match and is contested for the right to face Big Kahuna for the Ironman Championship at Wrestlecade! Introducing first ...from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico .... weighing 237 pounds ... this is "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!!
"Down with The Sickness" starts playing over the sound system, and a heavily bandaged Mad Man comes stumbling down to the ring. Dried blood caked on his black shirt, and some still on his face, the former Ironman champion enters the ring, and feels his bandage, trying to determine if the blood has soaked through yet...
Levitan: And his opponent...from Sydney Australia ......weighing 248 pounds .... he is the Aussie Icon...he is...CROC!!!
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit resounds from the speakers and the crowd gives the cocky Croc a negative vibe with assorted gestures, obscenities, and such. Still strutting, Croc raises his hands in victory, before he even steps in the ring. Walking up to a camera, he shouts..."See you at Wrestlecade, Kahuna, keep that belt warm for me!" Smugly, he slides into the ring.
Brad: Talk about bad luck...the first time we get a repeat match from the wheel, and its a First Blood match, right after Manson gets busted open in a Singapore cane match. I can't say this is unfair, this is just the luck of the draw!
Doc: Absolutely...this could've happened to anybody. Usually, stuff like this would happen to High Roller, but I guess its Manson's turn.
Brad: You still sore that Roller cost you that bet?
As the bell rings, Manson goes for broke and charges. He rakes Croc's eyes, and starts to bite his forehead, to draw blood. As his teeth sink in, Croc grabs him by the throat and pushes him away. Mad Man tackles Croc again, pummeling the Aussie with stiff shots, then clamps down again with a bite. Croc gives him a throat thrust, and pushes him off. Getting to his feet, Croc is met with a boot, and a double arm DDT. Rolling Croc over, Jeffery starts to bite for a third time, and the pain causes Croc to come alive. Throwing Manson off of him, he rolls out of the ring in desperation.
Brad: I think I see some blood coming from the area of those bites...yes! Croc is bleeding, but the ref can't see it because he's admonishing Croc for the bites! Turn around, ref, Manson has won the match! Wait a minute...what is Croc taking out of his tights...can you make it out Doc?
Doc: Yeah, I can see it...it's...hehehe...it's one of those packets that supermarket meat departments put on the bottom of the foam trays...you know...the raw meat is set on the packets so the blood will soak up and be absorbed, to avoid a pool of blood on the tray...ingenius...he is patting his forehead with it!
Brad: Talk about being prepared. Manson will have to really open him up to get the win, now!
Getting back into the ring, Croc locks up with Manson, but loses the matchup as Manson knees him in the groin. Running his forehead over the ropes for a little "burn," Jeffery watches as Croc's skin turns several stages of pink and red. Thinking he can end it with a well placed headbutt, the Mad Man slams his head down on Croc. Both men see stars, and both men start to bleed. Rethinking his strategy a little too late, Manson starts to feel the blood soaking through the bandage. Croc feels blood trickling down his face, so he quickly falls into the corner before the ref takes notice, and makes use of the blood packet again. Mad Man, knowing that time is growing short, grabs the Aussie Icon out of the corner and whips him into the ropes for a big boot to the head. Ducking the boot, Croc turns around, waits briefly for Manson to pivot, kicks him in the gut, and performs a jumping DDT. Ripping at the bandage, Croc tears it off of Manson's head to reveal a bloody mess. The ref calls for the bell, as Croc reapplies the packet to his forehead just to make sure...
Doc: Manson snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. He had it won, but the clever Croc outsmarted him and is going to Wrestlecade for a chance at Ironman gold!
Brad: You have to give it up for Jeffery, he had a good game plan, and SHOULD have won it. Anyway, he did well for himself because all of the cards were stacked against him!
CROC |
As Croc is celebrating and Manson is being helped from the ring ...... a giggling sound is heard and "The Bitch Is Back" by Elton John plays.
Doc: Hey! Kit is here! Maybe she's coming to fire Manson!!
Kit does indeed appear at the curtain, a huge smile on her face. Behind her, two men workers are rolling the Ironman wheel down the ramp as he makes her way down to ringside and beckons Croc to climb out and join her at the bottom of the ramp. He does so and Levitan brings her his mic.
Kit: First of all, I'd like to congratulate you Croc. You will be facing Big Kahuna at Wrestlecade for the Ironman Championship!!!
A huge round of boos accompany this announcement.
Kit: But before we get to that, I have a few announcements. First, there will be a battle royal at Wrestlecade! The winner of which will recieve a World Heavyweight Championship shot on Chaos on April 21st! The participants will be announced soon.
The crowd cheers this announcement.
Kit: Second ......Trent Bradley ...your fired!!!
Doc: WHAT? Awwwww man!! Too bad for Trent. Good luck to you buddy, wherever you go.
Kit: Alright Croc, spin the wheel and let's see what happens!
Croc steps up and spins the wheel. It goes round and round and round.....and comes to a stop on ..."IRONMAN MATCH"
Kit: An Ironman match! A one hour match where the person to get the most pinfalls in that hour wins!!!
The crowd begins to chant "Kahuna....Kahuna....Kahuna"
Kit: You just made my day Croc! Nice spin! See you all at Wrestlecade!
"The Bitch Is Back" plays and Kit and a tired Croc return to the backstage area
VS. RYNE BLOOD & JOHN PATRICK |
Levitan: The following contest is sched.....
Doc: What's wrong with Levitan???
Brad: He may be hearing the same thing in HIS earpiece that I'm hearing in mine! We've got action going on in the back! Apparently, these four couldn't wait to get out here to the ring! Lets take you backstage!
The scene switches to the commisary in the back. Patrick, Blood, Dirge, and Justice are brawling among several tables and chairs, some which have food on them. Patrick and Dirge are squaring off near a row of pop machines while Ryne and Justice are battling it out near the door. Ryne grabs Justice by the hair and slings him through the doorway out into the hall. Dirge slams JP into one of the machines and starts boxing him in the ears. JP responds by kicking Dirge in the midsection and dropkicking him. Dirge stumbles back, trying to keep his balance, but gets tripped by one of the tables ...falls on top of it and it collapses around him, dumping half eaten plates of food all over him. Meanwhile, Blood and Justice continue to brawl down the hallway toward the curtain. They battle THROUGH the curtain and out onto the ramp to the delight of the fans. Meanwhile, back in the cafeteria Dirge gets up and JP tries to hit him with a chair, but Dirge catches it and kicks JP in the groin. JP collapses to the floor and Dirge tries to nail him with the chair, but JP rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Dirge drops the chair and they start trading blows again, working their way toward an emergency exit. Dirge grabs JP and throws him into the door. It pops open and alarms go off. JP falls onto the concrete outside. Dirge looks at the camera and shoves it hard, we see static after that.
Brad: Someone get another cameraman back there! We've got to see what's going on!
Doc: In the meantime, we've got plenty of action out here!!
Blood and Justice continue to battle on the ramp. Ryne nails Justice with a knife edge, then throws him into the railing. He picks him up and drags him down to ringside and rams his head into the ring apron. The United States Champion throws him into the ring and follows him in. Levitan gets the hell out of there and the ref calls for the bell to start the match.
Doc: Wait a minute! Neither of these guys has a partner! Has this turned into a singles match now??
Brad: I have no idea, I'm as confused as you are...
Ryne picks Justice up and presses him over his head, dropping him throat first on the ropes. Justice's head snaps back and he crashes to the mat. Ryne bounces off the ropes and delivers a stomp with some stink on it. Justice rolls up into a fetal position, holding his stomach. Ryne drags him to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Blood charges, but Justice still has the presence of mind to get a foot up and Ryne's head hits it dead on. Ryne stumbles back and Justice hits him with a clothesline. Both men fall to the mat and Justice gets on all fours and tries to catch his breath. He gets up and drops and elbow on Blood, then gets up, picks the US Champ up, and gives him a Samoan Drop. A cover and a count 1...2...kickout by Blood. Justice picks him up and whips him into the corner, then follows him in and delivers a corner splash. He whips him to the opposite corner and delivers another one. Ryne collapses to the canvas face first. Justice puts him in a Inverted Boston Crab. After several moments of agony, Ryne amazingly powers out of it! Justice stomps on Ryne's back before he can get up. He pulls him to his feet and gives him a pedigree. A cover and a count 1...2...kickout by Ryne. Justice picks him up once again and hits him with several right hand punches, then whips him into the ropes. Ryne ducks a clothesline attempt and spears Justice on the return! Both men lie groggy on the canvas before Ryne gets up and staggers back into the corner, waiting. Justice wobbles to his feet and Ryne walks over, grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him. He picks Justice up, whips him into the ropes and gives him a tilt-a-whirl slam on the return.
Brad: We still have no word on what's happening between Patrick and Dirge in the back. As soon as we know, we'll pass that information on to you viewers.
Doc: We need to know what's going on back there! If either of them get injured, it could make Wrestlecade VERY interesting!
Ryne picks Justice up and a clobbers him with several forearm shots, then practically decapitiates him with a lariat. A cover and a count 1...2...kickout by Justice. Ryne picks him up and tries to execute a belly to belly, but Justice blocks it and rakes Ryne across the eyes. Justice bounces himself off the ropes and hits a lariat of his own. He picks Ryne up and tries to whip him into the corner, but Ryne reverses it and hits a springboard back elbow into the corner. Justice staggers out of the corner and Ryne levels him from behind with another clothesline. Ryne climbs up to the tope rope and leaps, trying for a kamikazee headbutt, but Justice rolls out of the way. Justice gets up and stomps on Ryne before hauling him to his feet and giving him a powerbomb! Justice gets up and looks around. He realizes that his partner is nowhere to be seen ...but neither is Ryne's. He looks around confused, then shrugs and rolls out of the ring.
Brad: What is he doing?
Doc: He realizes he's on his own and wants to choose a new partner. I guess that tire iron he just plucked from under the ring is it!!!
Justice brandishes the tire iron and slowly gets back into the ring. As he is picking Ryne up and preparing to whack him into oblivion ...despite the ref's protests and warnings ....out from the curtain sprints Danny Szatkowski! The ref delays Justice by by standing in between them. Justice shoves the ref aside as Danny dives into the ring. Jusitce swings the iron at Ryne, who ducks it. Justice is nailed in the back by a Szatkowski dropkick! The tire iron goes flying. The ref struggles to his feet as Danny and Ryne double team Justice with a double backdrop. Blackout comes sprinting down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He hits an unexpecting Danny with a savate kick from bhind, then he tries to level Ryne with a clothesline, but Ryne catches him by the neck and chokeslams him. Justice gets up and spears Ryne from behind. At this point, the locker room empties. Scott Briggs ....Trent Bradley .... Nick Cutter ....Donny Brooke ....Alyssa Moore ....Amy Katz ..... Matt Higgerson .... The inevitables ....Rage ....Frank Crane ....Jeffery Manson ... and a whole host of others pour from the curtain and join in the melee. The ref gives up trying to control it and calls for the bell.
Doc: I love it when this show lives up to it's name!!!
Brad: I hate to take us away from this maelstrom of activity, but I'm told our cameras have FINALLY tracked down Patrick and Dirge! They have taken their fight out on the streets of Columbus ...right in front of RAWF HQ!! Let's go there now!!!
Out in front of RAWF Headquarters, just across the street from Nationwise Arena, Dirge and JP are still brawling. Both men are cut open and bleeding. Dirge hits JP with a left handed hook to the face, JP responds with a forearm to the bloody gash on Dirge's forehead. Suddenly from behind, Eric Drugonov hits JP with a baseball bat, right in the small of his back. JP crumples to the asphalt. Eric and Dirge pick him up and throw him THROUGH the glass window of RAWF HQ!! The sound of tinkling glass can still be heard as Dirge steps through the window to stand over JP.
Dirge: So John? You say you want a Revolution ? Well guess what ...... it�s not gonna be all right. I�m the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason John and you should consider this an object lesson and think really carefully about it. Next time Johnny boy I won�t be so nice when you decide to overstep your bounds. Just remember�this is my world John. I only permit you to exist in it. And at Wrestlecade .... you will cease to exist!!!!
Brad: My god! What a way to to lead up to Wrestlecade!!!! PATRICK VS. DIRGE!! DON'T YOU DARE MISS IT!! WE'RE ALL OUT OF TIME HERE!!! WRESTLECADE!! WRESTLECADE!! WRESTLECADE!!!
Doc: That's it, no more Starbucks for you Brad ....it's going to be a looooooong two weeks.
The show goes off the air ...with a final shot of Dirge's sneering face.