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BRAD: Right now we have Jarek Magnum, one half of the tag team champions, and Taxes, one half of The Inevitables, facing off. These two men have performed well in a tag match, but can that spell out success for their upcoming singles match?
DOC: What do you mean how well they will do? Jarek Magnum is going to rock the living hell out of Taxes because he is not only one half of the tag team champ but a member of Damage Inc. If you are a member of Damage Inc, then you have to be good, and Jarek Magnum is definitely good.
LEVITAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first�from Sunset Beach, California�weighing 275 pounds�this is JAREK MAGNUM!!!!!
�Wherever I May Roam� by Metallica plays out from the speaker and on the Radi-tron flashes �Damage Inc.� on and off again. As the fans begin boo mercilessly, Jarek Magnum comes out from the back, wearing one half of the tag titles around his waist. He walks down the ramp, encouraging the boos to continue. As he steps into the ring, he goes to each of the four turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air, while the fans boo even louder. He finally goes to the middle of the ring, hands the title belt to the referee and awaits his opponent.
LEVITAN: His opponent for tonight�from parts unknown�weighing 292 pounds�TAXES!!!!
�Mr. Scary� by Dokken begins to play out loud on the arena speakers and the fans begin to stand up. As Taxes emerges from the back, the fans cheer relentlessly for the masked man. He stands at the top of the ramp, posing as the fans begin to take pictures of one half of The Inevitables. After a couple of seconds, he walks down the ramp and enters the ring, having one eye glued on Magnum. The two men meet at the middle of the ring, jawing at one another before the referee breaks the two men up.
BRAD: It seems these two men have some hatred for each other. Especially after Taxes and Death lost their tag team titles to that man and Shawn Dee.
DOC: It�s really nothing. Jarek Magnum and Shawn Dee are just competitive and really wanted those tag titles, can�t blame them for beating a pair of losers like Taxes and Death. Looks like Magnum didn�t like something that Taxes said!
As the referee signals for the bell to be rung, Magnum leaps into the air and delivers a wicked looking dropkick to the torso of Taxes. Taxes falls back to the turnbuckle, hitting the corner with a thud. As he slumps and shakes off the cobwebs, Magnum gets back up and begins to walk to the slumped individual and begins to talk some more trash. As he goes to grab the masked man by the head, Taxes gives three shots to the gut and followed that up with a knee to the head of Magnum. Taxes picks up the down Damage Incorporated member and delivers a basic body slam. After delivering a few stomps to the chest of Magnum, Taxes steps over him and climbs the turnbuckle.
BRAD: Wow, Taxes seems to have taken control of this match after that brief burst of offense from Magnum. What is Taxes doing?
DOC: I don�t know, but if Taxes hits this splash, it could be over for Magnum.
Taxes raises his arm and leaps a very short distance to try and hit a body splash. Unfortunately, Magnum barely rolls towards the middle of the ring, making Taxes miss him completely. As Taxes holds his mid section, Magnum gets up and walks over to the stunned Taxes. He picks him up and throws Taxes to the ropes, and delivers a massive lariat. Taxes flips over as Magnum begins to take control of the match. Magnum picks up the dazed Taxes and delivers five shoulder thrusts to the lower back section of Taxes. As the masked tax man crumples to the ground, Jarek slowly grabs the legs of Taxes and applies a Boston Crab.
BRAD: By applying some excruciating pain to that lower back region of Taxes, Jarek can get the submission win and hold another psychological victory over The Inevitables!
DOC: That is a little obvious there, Brad. Of course Jarek Magnum and Shawn Dee hold the psychological advantage over those two idiots. You are talking about one half of Damage Inc. the most feared group of winners in the RAWF.
BRAD: Aren�t you getting a little carried away about this whole Damage Inc. issue?
DOC: No. But it looks like that fool Taxes reached the ropes, ruining the win that Jarek should�ve won!
As the referee attempts to break the hold, Jarek Magnum gives a couple of stomps to the back of the head of Taxes before releasing him. As Taxes holds his lower back, Magnum simply smiles and begins to showboat in front of the crowd. As Magnum goes to the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, Taxes seized the moment and shook the nearby ropes, making Magnum fall over the ring, landing outside. Magnum rolls around in pain as Taxes rolls to the outside of the ring. Taxes picks up Magnum and sends him into the steel steps, sending a deafening sound throughout the arena. As Magnum holds his right shoulder, Taxes rolls in and out of the ring to break up the ten count. As Taxes reaches over to Magnum, Magnum gouges the eyes of Taxes and quickly capitalizes and delivers a spear into the barricade. As the two wrestlers take some damage, Magnum gets up slowly, holding his head and rolls in and out of the ring, again, to break up the ten count. Taxes is leaning against the barricade now, holding his back as Magnum grabs him by the mask and hurls him back into the ring. As Taxes and Magnum rolls back into the ring, collectively, Magnum gives a couple of stiff kicks to Taxes� lower back. Magnum begins to look around at the crowd and signals that he is going to execute his finisher, Wicked Shot.
BRAD: And it looks like Jarek is going to finish off this match and collect his victory.
DOC: Geez Brad, didn�t I tell you before? Jarek Magnum represents Damage Inc, a collective group of winners. Thus, this means Jarek is going to win this match. It is pure logic.
BRAD: Yeah, whatever. Wait a minute! What is this? Looks like Death is coming down the ring to help out his tag team partner!
To the crowd�s delight, Death runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. As soon as Jarek sees Death slide in, he drops Taxes and faces Death. Unfortunately, it is too late and Death delivers a clean savat kick to the lower jaw of Magnum. As the referee signals for a disqualification, Shawn Dee comes out from the back and slides into the ring. As Death�s back is turned, Dee gets into a ready position, and as soon as Death turns around, Dee connects with a huge spear. Taxes soon gets up and tackles Shawn Dee down and pummels him. As the referee tries to maintain order in the ring, a brawl erupts between the two tag teams. More officials come running from the back, trying to separate the two tag teams. As Jarek Magnum and Shawn Dee are being forced up the ramp, they point to their tag team titles, holding them proudly as The Inevitables continue to resist the officials. From behind the champions, two figures emerge from the curtain and attack them!!
Doc: Who the hell are those guys???
Brad: That's ... that's Jza Rian and Seann Storm!!!!
Doc: And I'm supposed to know these guys???
Jza nails Magnum with a spinning kick that knocks him off the ramp and into the fans. Storm lets loose with a forearm shot, then grabs Dee's belt and whacks him with it, knocking him to the floor. The Inevitables are still being held back by officials when Storm pulls a mic from his pocket and speaks.
Seann: We are The New Blood!!!! We have come to take over and we are going to start with these pathetic losers! Magnum ...Dee ....Inevitables ... We have come before you extend the olive branch... AND SMACK YOU SIMPLE WITH IT!
Jza offers no further explanation as he and Storm return behind the curtain while The Inevitables look on in suprise. Both Magnum and Dee gets up slowly, then look at each other ...then at the curtain. They sneer and hurry through it.
Brad: It looks like the battle for Tag Team supremacy in RAWF just heated up!!
Ryne: Well, well, well. How are you feeling Johnathan? Hope that helmet I brained you with came off slow and painful.
Vice: You know Ryne, I think things have gotten a bit out of hand between you and me lately. Why don't we just call a truce and...
Ryne: TRUCE???!!! I don't think so! Tonight I'm going to destroy the Royal Goofball King Zoo and continue my path of destruction toward getting my hands on that World Title. And when I say I'm going to hurt him, I mean I don't give a damn if I win the match. I don't figure I have a chance in hell anyways since you seem to want to get involved in my business every damn time I turn around!!
Vice: Hmmmm. I tell you what. If you are that worried that I'm going to screw you over, I'll make you a deal. I'll make your match with Zoo a NO DQ/NO COUNTOUT match and promise not to leave my office. But if you lose, you have to take a break from RAWF! Just so you can cool down.
Ryne: Are you serious?
Vice: You have my word. No tricks either. Just you and Zoo one on one.
Ryne: Fine. But you just signed Zoo's death warrant.
Ryne stomps away, leaving Vice to stare after him.
The camera pans back to a backstage hallway where we see Vice Presidant Vice strolling along. Suddenly, from out of a doorway steps Ryne Blood to steps into Vice's path and blocks his way. Vice doesn't back down, staring Blood right in the eyes.
CROC (C) VS. SINNER
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and is for the Radical American Wrestling Federation's Television Championship! Introducing first... from Baltimore, Maryland.... weighing 210 pounds ... this is SINNER!!
Pride you feel
Pride that you felt when you'd kneel
Not the word
Not the love
Not what you thought from above
Levitan: And his opponent... from Sydney, Australia.... weighing 248 pounds ... he is the RAWF Television Champion..... this is CROC!
Everything is (bleep)ed, everybody sucks."
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit broadcast out to the entire arena. Croc walks down with the Television Title glowing in the spotlight, and securely wrapped around his waist. Green pyro explodes, and a silhouette of Australia is beamed on the middle of the ring by the overhead lights. In the middle of "Australia," the word "Icon" is projected in green. On the Radi-tron, highlights of his career in the RAWF are shown, finishing off with a scene from the Triple Crown, where the Aussie Icon tries for a CrocKick on Zoo, but ends up hitting Pickles. The crowd boos him during the entire entrance.
Doc: Did you see that footage during the entrance? Croc should be King! He hit the the kick that got the win...he did it! Not Zoo, Croc did all of the work! Zulu should be embarrassed for accepting Croc's Crown!
Brad: You get more deluded every week! He didn't pin anybody! If he would have made the pin, he would have been given the Crown!
Doc: Blake Zulu wouldn't have made the pin, either, if Croc hadn't hit that finisher!!!
Brad: Whatever...I know no one will change your mind...I guess I have to live with it!
The official for the match calls for the bell. Croc and Sinner start circling each other. Closing in, a lock-up is attempted, but Sinner slips it, uses his speed, and hits an enziguri. Croc hits the mat, rolling, which saves him the trouble of getting hit with the elbow drop that Sinner QUICKLY tried to hit. Both men find themselves on the mat, but simultaneously bridge, and flip to their feet. Sinner charges Croc, who hip-tosses him to the mat. Croc runs the opposite ropes, and Sinner starts to get up, but flattens himself to thye mat, and Croc hops over him and keeps running. Sinner then gets to his feet and leapfrogs Croc, and both men run the ropes. Upon the return, they both try a clothesline and hit it, knocking each other to the floor. Two bridges and a flip later, and both men are staring at each other and the crowd applauds. Croc runs at Sinner, who hip-tosses him. roc gets to his feet and runs again, only this time, he is hit with an arm-drag. Getting up, he goes after Sinner again, and is hit with an even deeper arm-drag. Both men bridge, flip, and are back on their feet. This time, however, Croc clotheslines Sinner down and starts stomping. Sinner wraps his arms around Croc's legs and starts to trip him in order to put an ankle lock on him, but Croc stops it with a couple of well placed punches. Croc stumbles, but does not fall. Pulling Sinner up by his jet-black hair, Croc administers a swinging neckbreaker that would make Wayne Ferris proud. He goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! Punching away at Sinner, Croc stops and looks over at the apron, where Seven has just climbed up. Bending over again, she turns to give Croc a show. Admiring the view, he lets Sinner sucker punch him, stunning him temporarily. Seven then gets back down to the arena floor. The ref never admonished her, he was looking, too.
Doc: What a crock!....I mean, that is to say...she shouldn't be down there! If Sinner has to rely on some strumpet to win, he shouldn't be competing. Granted, she is easy on the eyes, and perhaps the Big Three will decide they need a "ring girl" to parade around or something. Maybe she could dance between matches...but get her away from the matches themselves!
Sinner gets Croc to his feet and delivers a reverse atomic drop. Spinning around, Sinner stands behind him and hooks his right leg around Croc's left one. Sinner then bends the Aussie over to the side and hooks his upper arm with one hand, and puts his leg across the back of Croc's neck, forcing it down. As a result, the Television champion is forced to carry all of the challenger's weight. Sinner then uses his free hand to grab Croc's free leg and pull on it, adding more pressure to the octopus hold. The champ shrieks in agony, but doesn't give up. The referee asks several times, but the response is always, "Hell, NO!" Considering giving up and fighting another day, Croc shrugs off that notion and plans his escape. Croc starts swaying as much as he can. Using his weight advantage, the Aussie starts moving, wiggling, swaying and anything else he can think of to knock Sinner off-balance. After a moment or two, Sinner does lose his balance, and the two competitors go falling to the mat. Swiftly, Croc turns the tables on Sinner and applies a grounded octopus hold, to see how he likes it. Seven then jumps on the apron again, the ref walks over to have a talk, and Croc breaks the hold to see what is up with her. Croc gets to her position, and she starts talking dirty to him, as she notices that Sinner is up and about to pounce on him. Figuring out what is going on, Croc moves out of the way, and Sinner hits a high knee on Seven, sending her crashing to the floor. Horrified, Sinner starts to go see if she is alright, when Croc sneaks up from behind and hits a low blow, which is then followed up with a German suplex. Bridging, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: See? She is not only detrimental to Croc, she is hurting Sinner's chances, too. She needs to go. Or, she can stay here at teh announcer's table...but that is about it!
Brad: She may need medical attention...have a heart, Doc! Get your mind off of that one track its on!
Sinner tries to crawl out of the ring, but Croc catches him. Dragging him to the center of the ring, he slaps on a figure four leglock. Sinner thinks about just giving up, and checking on Seven, but he starts trying to make his way to the ropes. Croc keeps the pressure on and hopes for the best. Just as Sinner stops trying to move toward the ropes, Seven stands up, brandishing the cane and looking mad. Croc releases the hold, walks over Sinner nonchalantly, and swings at Seven. Seven, even with cane in hand, backs away and gets off of the apron. Croc runs the opposite ropes, and starts to jump up and over, with the intention of nailing Seven...when Sinner trips him up, and applies the cross-face submission hold. Croc, who is close to the ropes, easily grabs them. The ref calls for the break. Croc rolls out of the ring and goes after Seven. She swings the cane, but Croc easily ducks it, barrells into her, and grabs the cane away. The crowd goes silent as the Aussie Icon grins cruelly. Pulling back on it as if to hit her, he never gets the chance as Sinner hits a plancha moonsault. The crowd starts to cheer the dangerous yet athletic move.
Brad: Croc needs to save his focus and energy for Sinner, not Seven. He is too easily distracted tonight!
Doc: He's distracted because that harlot is allowed at ringside. It isn't Croc's fault...he is trying to eliminate a threat to his reign...
Brad: He's trying to injure a defenseless girl!
Doc: Defenseless? She was packing a Singapore cane!
Sinner grabs him and slings him into the steel steps. rolling back into the ring and out again, he forces the ref to restart the count. Getting to Croc's location, he grabs the champ, only to get thumbed in the eye. Grabbing at his face, he is easy prey for a patented Australian jumping DDT! Seven starts getting to the opposite side of the ring, putting much distance between herself and Croc. The Television champ rolls into the ring, and back out, making the ref restart his count. Stomping Sinner a little bit, he picks him up, then drops him down on the guard rail. Picking Sinner back up, he props him on his shoulder, then rams him into the steel post. Letting him fall, Croc gets back into the ring and beefs with the ref, stopping the count. Climbing the top rope, he jumps down with a double ax-handle as Sinner gets to his feet. Rolling him back in, Croc mounts the ropes again, and leaps into the air, where he hits an elbow drop, and makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Brad: Don't ask me how Sinner did that! Most men would've packed it in after that onslaught. He may still be in it...but I'm betting he doesn't have a lot left in the tank!
Doc: I'm just surprised that Seven didn't get in there and stop the count--
Brad: Will you stop? Get off of it, already. She's afraid of Croc!
Doc: I am paid to speak my mind...and my mind says that she will interfere again. Being afraid is all an act! You didn't see her all afraid at the beginning of the match!
Croc, picking Sinner back up, props Sinner up on the turnnuckles, hits him a few times, then backs up for the CrocKick. Kicking out with his signature move...Croc kicks nothing but air as Sinner drops down in desperation, and hits a low blow. Croc crumples, and falling over as the official admonishes Sinner for not quite Greco-Roman manuever. Grasping Croc's legs, he performs a carapult slingshot that sends the champ into the turnbuckle. The unholy one then jumps back, burying an elbow into the small of the Aussie's back. Whipping Croc into the corner, Sinner folows and hits a running clothesline. Throwing Croc into the corner again, he hits another clothesline. Running a third time, Croc jumps up and over, rolling him up...1-2-kickout! Croc gets up and whips Sinner into the ropes, hitting a spinebuster! He makes the cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: Only a matter of time, now. Croc has finally, FINALLY wore him down...I think he's going for the CrocKick again...
Brad: The CrocKick could very well be the most effective finisher in the RAWF! If he hits it, there is no doubt...Croc will retain!
Doc: It was good enough to get the win for Zoo at Triple Crown!
Croc lashes out with his aforementioned finisher..and absolutely nails...the ref! Sinner had ducked leaving the out-of-place official out-of-luck! Sinner doesn't have time to celebrate, as the Aussie Icon reloads and hits the CrocKick as soon as Sinner picks his head up. Seven rushes in the ring and lays a kiss on Croc...who immediately pushes her away in disgust. The distraction works, however, as Croc leaves Sinner alone. As the Aussie stalks Seven, she drops to the mat and cringes in the corner. She rolls out of the ring and Croc follows her. She turns the corner, grabs the Singapore cane which is propped on the steps, and rolls it in the ring, quickly. Looking to keep his attention off of what she just did, she bends down again, giving him a nice view. Croc then turns the corner, grabs her by the hair, and slings her in the ring. She grabs the cane as he gets in and she cracks him between the eyes. Looking at her stunned, he doesn't defend himself when she hits him again, and he falls. Draping Sinner over the champ, she revives the ref, who makes the count...1-2-3!
Doc: I called it! Croc gets screwed again! Seven should have been thrown out of here!!
Brad: She had me fooled...I really hate to admit this...but you were right this time...will wonders never cease. As it stands, we have a new champion in what has to be termed an upset...but Sinner did it!
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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.....
"Freedom Fighter" by Creed hits the sound system. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but a lot more boos than cheers.
Levitan: From Honolulu, Hawaii ....weighing 284 pounds ...this is BIG KAHUNA!!
Kahuna comes sauntering out in his new black attire, not paying any attention to the fans, not giving much clue to his mindset whatsoever. His face is expressionless and he walks the ramp and climbs into the ring.
Doc: Kahuna gets his chance next week! And you know what Brad? I like his attitude lately. Even if ihs victory over Blood at Triple Crwon was a bit tainted, I think he can be the next World Champion! Layne better be training hard!
Brad: But before he can get there, he has to fend off someone he wronged a few weeks ago! Let's take you back to April 28 in Birmingham, Alabama!
Higgerson picks himself up off the floor and crawls into the ring. Dirge picks him up and gives him a DVD!! Dirge covers and hooks the leg 1...2...Higgerson kicks out. Dirge gets up and gets in the ref's face. The ref gives him the business right back. Higgerson pulls himself up on the ropes. Dirge walks over to manhandle him some more, but Higgerson kicks him in the gut. Dirge tries to shake it off and keep coming, but Matt does it again, then a third time! Dirge pokes Higgerson in the eye, then irish whips him toward the corner. Higgerson reverses it and Dirge goes flying into the referee. The ref does a one eighty flip and lies on the mat, holding his noggin. Higgerson blasts Dirge with a left hook. Dirge fires back with a right cross. Outside the ring Kahuna grabs a chair and rolls into the ring, brandishing it. Higgerson stuns Dirge with a uppercut, then sees Kahuna coming with the chair. He steps back to allow Kahuna to hit Dirge. Kahuna smiles, then rears back with the chair. Dirge's eyes go wide as he expects the worst. Kahuna swings .... and nails Higgerson with it! Higgerson takes the chair full in the face. Kahuna stands over Matt yelling "THAT'S FOR SZATKOWSKI!!" While Dirge just stands there stunned. Kahuna leaves the ring, not even acknowledging the champion, and walks back up the ramp. Dirge shrugs ...launches himself off the ropes and hits a Nevada Nightmare on Higgerson! He covers. The ref crawls over and counts 1...2...3!
Doc: Yeah, that was good. First sign of life Kahuna had shown in a long time. Even if it WAS in defense of Danny Spatula.
Brad: Szatkowski!
Doc: Who?
Levitan: And his opponent....
"Never Gunna Stop" plays and the crowd roars to life.
Levitan: From Detroit, Michigan ....weighing 235 pounds ...this is MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!
Wearing cargo pants and a red "Mattastic One" T-shirt, Higgerson struts his way down to the ring. He climbs in and mounts a turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air. The fans eat it up and give him a great ovation.
Doc: Higgerson is way out of his league here Brad! Does he really think he stands a chance against the Number One Contender???
Brad: Higgerson can beat anyone on any given night Doc! You discount him way too quickly.
The bell rings and the two competitors lock up. Kahuna shoves Matt off and stands over him menacingly. Matt gets up and stretches his arms, and they lock up again. They squirm and jockey for leverage ...before Higgerson shoves Kahuna off! The big Hawaiian looks up in shock from the mat as Higgerson does a little strutting for the fans. Kahuna gets up and slaps the taste out of Matt's mouth. Higgerson holds his face for a second before retalitating with a hard right hand to Kahuna's jaw. He sends him two more that send BK reeling, almost on the brink of falling over. Higgerson finishes the job by propelling off the ropes and hitting with a high knee to Kahuna's chin. Kahuna hits the mat. Higgerson tries to advance on him, but BK wisely rolls out of the ring. Higgerson starts after him, but Kahuna grabs him by the ankles and drags him under the ropes and to the ring floor. Kahuna chops Matt across the chest. Matt fights back with another punch to BK's face. BK shakes his head and hits Matt with another punishing chop. Higgerson pokes BK in the eye in response. BK immediately bends over, holding his hand over his eye. Higgerson grabs him in a headlock and tries to drag him into the post. But Kahuna pushes him off and Higgerson goes shoulder first into the steel post.
Doc: OW! That oughtta take some starch out of Matt "Daddy"
Brad: Speaking of starch Doc, did you remember to pick up my laundry?
Doc: FUNNNNNY guy you are.
Kahuna rolls Higgerson back into the ring and follows him in. He picks Matt off the mat and lifts him up, driving him hard to the mat with a bodyslam. Kahuna grabs an ankle and drops an elbow to the inside of Matt's thigh. He stands up and repeats the manuever. Higgerson cries out, clutching at his leg. Kahuna executes a stepover toe hold. Higgerson kicks him away. Kahuna backs off and let's Matt get to his feet, before charging and flooring The Mattastic One back to the canvas with a humongous clothesline. Then Kahuna kneels down as Matt sits up and applies a reverse chinlock. Kahuna braces his knee against Matt's back, then pulls back hard on Higgerson's chin. Matt reaches up with both hands and tries to pry Kahuna's arms away from him, but is unsucessful. The crowd begins stomping in their seats to get Matt motivated. Eventually, he starts shaking a bit and fighting his way back to one knee ...then to his feet. He elbows Kahuna in the stomach once and BK lets go of him. Higgerson kicks him three times in the abdomen, then tries a dropkick, but Kahuna catches him by the ankles in the air. Kahuna wraps his massive arms around Matt's shins and then slingshots him over and into the ropes where Matt hits throat first. Matt catapults backwards and does a one eighty back to the mat. Kahuna drops a leg on him and covers. Ref counts 1....2....Matt kicks out.
Doc: Kahuna totally dominating Matt "Daddy" now! Just a preview to what we will see next week!!
Brad: Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Kahuna lifts Matt up and delivers a nasty elbow to the top of the head. Higgerson staggers but stays on his feet. Kahuna off the ropes...Higgerson with catches him with a spinebuster! What a move!
Doc: I call it lucky myself.
Higgerson and Kahuna both lie on the mat, trying to recover. Higgerson gets up first and steadys himself on the ropes. Kahuna gets up and Higgerson lays into him with a series of punches, then a scoop slam. Higgerson bounces off the ropes and tries an elbow drop, but it misses the mark when Kahuna rolls out of the way. Matt grabs his arm and rolls around on the canvas in obvious discomfort. Kahuna pulls him to his feet and puts an armbar on that arm. Higgerson grits his teeth and sinks to one knee. Kahuna twists on the arm then hits it with an elbow. Higgerson pulls his arm away and sinks to the canvas, clutching it with his other hand. Kahuna stomps on it several times, then pulls Higgerson to his feet and wraps his arm awkwardly around the tope rope and hits it with another elbow. Higgerson rakes Kahuna in the face, then gets away, trying to buy himself some time. He shakes the arm, trying to get the circulation back. Kahuna clears his sight, then advances on Matt, only to be driven back by a kick to the stomach. Kahuna staggers back a step then advances again, only to receive another kick. Matt hits with him with a punch from his good arm, then a spinning heel kick that takes the big Hawaiian down. Matt climbs unsteadily to the second rope and waits. Kahuna gets up and Matt jumps, hitting with a forearm shot puts Kahuna back on the canvas.
Doc: Higgerson is in desperation mode right now! He knows he can't last long with one arm!
Brad: Higgerson off the ropes and hits with a big splash!!! The ref counts 1...2...Kahuna kicks out. He almost got him!
Higgerson gets up and pulls Kahuna to his feet, then nails him with a dropkick that sends BK into the corner. Higgerson charges and hits with an avalanche. Kahuna manages to stay upright, slumped against the turnbuckles. Higgerson chops him across the chest twice and Kahuna staggers out of the corner and falls face first to the canvas. The crowd cheers and Higgerson responds with a grin. He lifts Kahuna up and tries a Matt Daddy Drop, but Kahuna rakes him across the eyes, then scoops him up for a Rainbow Slam attempt. Higgerson squirts out of his grabs, shoves him behind into the ropes and rolls him up into a cradle. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Kahuna. Both men get up and Higgerson tries a dropkick that Kahuna blocks. Higgerson hits the canvas on his head. Kahuna picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Kahuna misses with a clothesline and Higgerson bounces off the opposite side and attempts a frankensteiner, but Kahuna is able to counter it into a powerbomb! Kahuna drops down and covers, hooking both legs. 1....2 ...Kahuna puts his feet up on the second ropes for leverage. Higgerson tries to kick out but can't....3!
Brad: What a cheap way to win!!
Doc: Hey, whatever it takes! That's the mentality you have to have if you're going to be World Champion!
Brad: This is a Kahuna we've never seen before! He's trying to end Higgerson's career!!!
As Kahuna is trying to stomp a new hole in Matt's head, "Bad Religion" by Godsmack plays! Alex Layne, championship belt in one hand, a mic in the other, walks briskly out from the curtain to a huge ovation. Kahuna stops his attack on Higgerson long enough to watch Layne climb into the ring and address him.
Layne: Hey Kahuna, how's it going? You know ...normally, I wouldn't come down and get involved in personal business like you are conducting here ..... but this time I have to make an exception. We both know you are trying to make a statement towards ME by crippling poor Matt there. But I prefer when statements are made to my face! So why don't you just hem and haw and get the idle threats out of the way now so we can get on with the program.
Layne offers the mic to Kahuna, who reaches for it. But Layne snatches it back with a grin.
Layne: Daaaamn BK! You're a slow one aren't you?
The crowd laughs and BK turns a dark shade of red. He glares at Layne.
Layne: You know Kahuna, I realize you've been here in RAWF quite awhile and may be the longest active athlete on the roster. But you've had your shots before against Dirge for this belt. You couldn't get the job done then. Now if I beat Dirge on my first try ....and you couldn't beat him in two tries..... well, simple logic tells me you don't stand a chance next week.
The crowd agrees with Layne obviously, because they take that moment to cheer.
Layne: But being the...
Tired of listening to Layne, Kahuna attacks! Expecting this, Layne drops the mic and clocks Kahuna with several right hands to the face. Kahuna staggers back and Layne charges, trying to hit him with the belt. Kahuna ducks and lets Layne pass by. Layne turns around and Kahuna scoops him up, belt and all and delivers a RAINBOW SLAM!!
Doc: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Layne should of never came out here! What a moron!
Kahuna jumps on Layne's prone form and slaps the mat three times. Then he gets up and kicks Layne in the ribs, then grabs the belt and lays it over Layne's face. Then Kahuna raises his arms in the air as the crowd pelts him with boos. He leaves the ring with a smug smile on his face and making belt gestures around his waist.
Doc: Layne outsmarted himself on that one Brad! And if he can make that mistake today ...he can make it next week as well! You just saw what will happen when he does. We will have a new World Champion!!
Brad: Layne is getting up ...and he is NOT happy!
Alex rises, then glares at the curtain where Kahuna disappeared and slowly nods his head as the show goes to commerical.
ARSENAL X: When you come into the business world,
there are so many different types of personalities
that there are eventually going to be conflicts. You
got the hard working guys who make the company run,
the lazy bums who don�t do anything to help the
company grow, and people who are simply satisfied with
just doing the minimum. Having come into the RAWF and
being exposed into this business type atmosphere, I
have already begun to classified people into these
categories. Obviously, I would have to classify myself
has being one of the men who makes the RAWF the best
federation possible. I put in my sweat, blood, and
tears for this federation and it completely appall me
when I see wrestlers who do not perform at their
optimum level. The one word that comes into my mind
when I see these wrestlers is leeches. They are
nothing but leeches who suck the blood from this
federation with their lazy attitude.
Arsenal X then picks up the cup and picks out a leech
from it. He places the leech on his right arm and
grimaces a little as the leech takes a bite from
Arsenal X�s flesh and begins to suckle the blood. X
then produces another leech from the cup and places it
on the left arm, producing the same result.
ARSENAL X: Leeches do nothing but cause pain for their
host, parasites that just free load off of the work of
their host. Leeches such as Dynamite Newton need to be
disposed and yours truly as done that at Triple Crown.
After his less than spectacular performance in our
Hell In The Cell match, he realized that he could not
compete in the RAWF, that he cannot hang with the
likes of the RAWF superstars. The pain that he
suffered in our match, physical and psychological, was
so immense that he had to retire. It was beautiful
seeing Dynamite Newton retire; it truly was art at its
finest. And the best thing about it is that I told
everyone in the RAWF world that Arsenal X is going to
retire Dynamite Newton from this sport. And I backed
up my word and sent that idiot to the retirement home.
So�Dynamite Newton, good bye.
X grabs the leech on his right arm and rips it off. He
throws it into the darkness and allows the blood to
continue to flow from his right arm.
ARSENAL X: However, I have found yet another leech
among the ranks of the RAWF. His name, you ask? The
leech that is sucking my blood out of my own body
represents Mr. Chris Page, a leech just like Dynamite
Newton. A leech that collects paycheck after paycheck
for getting his ass handed every damn week. In a
corporate world such as ours, where people are getting
laid off by the thousands for their honest hard work,
Mr. Page does absolutely nothing but still collect a
hefty paycheck. So, here is my proposition for you
Page. I am calling you out. At Chaos next week, it
will be you and me in that ring for the Ironman Title.
Prove to me that you have some skills left in you.
Prove to me that I should not retire you next week.
Prove to me that you deserve your spot here in the
RAWF. Just prove it.
Arsenal X grabs the last leech and hurls it on the
ground. As X walks off with the Ironman Title draped
over his shoulder. The camera then focuses on the
leech that is on the concrete floor and soon fades out
as we see the life in the leech diminishes.
Kahuna gets up and has his arm raised. Higgerson gets up and tries to protest to the ref. Kahuna nails Matt from behind, then whips him upside down into the corner tunrbuckle. Kahuna starts stomping on Matt's face.
The scene opens up to a room with a single lamp
hanging from the ceiling. The lamp is turned on,
directing all of it�s light towards the center of the
room. In the light is a single chair, with the RAWF
Ironman Belt hanging off the edge. Then Arsenal X
walks into the light, places the title on his shoulder
and places the cup that he was carrying on the ground.
X then takes a seat and faces the camera.