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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...
"As the World Turns" by Eminem plays and the crowd looks over at the ramp while the New York native comes into view...
Levitan: ... from the Bronx...weighing in at 245 pounds...he is ZAK HACKETT!
The reaction from the fans is generally more positive than negative, but many in attendance don't know much about the newcomer. Willing to give him a chance...one section of the crowd starts up..."Zak! Zak!" One fan has a sign that reads, "The Zak attack is back!" A neighboring fan sees that, whips out a marker, and makes a new sign on the back of his pro-Adz posterboard, and he writes, "The Zak attack ain't jack!" The two fans get in a scuffle, and both are escorted out. Hackett, not knowing that one of his fans defended his good name...walks that aisle...and gets into the ring amid his music and pyro.
Doc: I can't believe it..what an entertainer...we are soo lucky to get him!
Brad: What do you know about Hackett? I haven't seen much on the guy.
Doc: That he is a hell of a comedian. You mean to tell me that you have never heard of Buddy Hackett? The man is a genius! Hehehe
Kit: I'm thinking that I might have to fire an announcer...These fans would have no clue what you are talking about, Doc! You aren't actually pandering to our key demographic...try and be a little more contemporary.
Doc: Yes, Ma'am.
Brad: Buddy Hackett? It's about time that someone else gets to suffer with me.
Kit: Stop whining. I don't know which one of you is worse...
Levitan: ...and his opponent...from London, England...weighing in at 275 pounds... this is ADZ!!!
"Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence blares and pyro shoots up from either side of the ramp. Adz walks out to a raucous crowd, cheering fans and a Radi-tron showing highlights of his debut match, finishing up with the winning moonsault. The crowd seems to pick up their cheering for that, and Adz gets down to the ring, where he finds out if he can "Hackett."
Brad: Two newcomers battle it out. Adz has a match under his belt, and Zak Hackett storms the scene here at Chaos tonight. I give a strength advantage to Adz, while Hackett will take more risks and has the ariel advantage, I believe.
Kit: I have to give the advantage to Adz...he is built so....yummy. Chiseled like a brick sh--
Doc:--WELL, you know...I'm going with Hackett on this one. He may not be as...uhhh..."yummy" as Adz..but Adz almost didn't win his first match. I think he looked lethargic and if he does that again...it will cost him!
Kit: Care to lay a wager on that?
Brad: Yeah, Doc. You bet with me all the time, are you going to challenge the owner?
Doc: Not this week....I'm fresh out of gambling money. Lets get it to the ring, people!
Zak and Adz face off. Adz goes for the lock-up, but Hackett has nothing to do with it. Ducking and dodging the big man, Zak observes Adz as the circle around the ring. Looking for "give-aways" to when he likes to strike, Hackett takes note of his posture and body language. Adz barrells in, but Zak slips out. The London native tries to lock-up again, but Hackett gets out of the way. The tall, lanky Hackett stays one step ahead of the game, until Adz feigns an attempted lock-up, then switches directions, causing him to confuse Hackett as he tries to continue circling. Adz catches him and whips him into the ropes, where he slaps on a bear hug on the rebound. With a steely grip, Adz pours on the pressure, making his opponent wince in pain. ZH clubs Adz in the side of the head with a forearm, with no effect. The referee asks him if he wants to submit, and Zak says increduously, "From a bear hug?" Still in pain, Hackett gives a bell clap to Adz's ears, causing a break. Hackett runs the ropes, tries a spear, but Adz moves, and Hackett goes sailing outside the ring. Not really hurt, Zak gets up and sees Adz laughing a little, so Hackett grabs his legs, trips him down, and pulls him outside, where he starts laying the lumber to him. The punches back Adz up for a moment, then, he returns fire with some heavy artillery of his own. The ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-5-
Kit If this is another count-out and Highway has to drag his sorry ass out here to restart another Adz match, I'm going to scream. That limey bastard came in with such a reputation...he better get it back in the ring.
Doc: I couldn't have said it better myself!
Kit: No...you couldn't.
Brad: Well, neither of you have to worry...because that lim---er...Londoner just got the better end of that punching exchange, and threw Zak back into the ring. The count is stopped!
Adz crawls in the ring behind Zak and gets attacked. Hackett slaps on a choke, and is admonished, and a count ensues...1-2-3-4-Hackett breaks the count. Adz slaps him in a choke in return, and waits for the four count before breaking it. Both competitors get to their feet and finally lock-up. Adz wins the initial battle, and sends Hackett into the ropes, where he delivers a overhead belly to belly release suplex, and Hackett flies through the air. Landing with a thud, Adz picks him back up, and sling him into the corner, trying to follow up with a clothesline. Hackett moves, and Adz careens into the turnbuckles, spinning around, and staggering a couple feet, trying to steady his balance. Zak pounces, and delivers a bulldog. Rolling him over, he makes a pin attempt...1-kickout! Adz tries a punch as he gets up, but Zak blocks it, kicks him in the gut, and delivers a Russian leg sweep. Standing up, he waits for Adz to try and do the same, when he hits a triple German suplex combination. On the last one, he bridges up for the pin attempt...1-2---kickout! Rolling away from Adz, he gets to a vertical base and works the crowd as his opponent starts to get to his feet. Pantomiming a three count...he waits until Adz turns around...then hits a NYC-YA! He goes for the cover...1-2--kickout!
Kit: Adz is looking like Ass out there...and making me look like an ass over here for hiring him.
Brad: I don't think Adz is looking bad at all. He has dished out some punishment, and he is taking everything Zak Hackett is delivering...and he just wont go down.
Doc: Kit is right! Adz should show a little better, with all of the hype that surrounded his entrance. So far, Hackett is absolutely taking it to him...what the???
Hackett had picked up Adz to try and deliver a piledriver, but Adz started to stand up, therby back body dropping him. Instead, Adz stops when Hackett is almost slipping up and over, when the Englishman grabs Zak's legs, pulls him back up, stands up himself, then leans forward suddenly, flipping Hackett over violently in a variation of the powerbomb! Grabbing ZH by the hair and pulling him up, he whips him into the corner, and follows in with a stinger-splash. Mounting the second rope, Adz starts punching his opponent, while the crowd happily counts along...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Zak's body hits the mat, and Adz makes a cover...1-2-foot on the ropes! Grabbing Zak and dragging him to the center, he smiles much like Jake Roberts during a more sober time, and DDT's Hackett. Hooking the leg, Adz makes a cover...1-2--Hackett barely gets his shoulder up!! Frustrated, Adz whips Hackett into the corner again, and he walks up, firing some boots into his stomach, nailing a few forearms. Grabbing him by the arm, he tries to whip him into the opposite corner, when Zak gets a burst of adrenaline and reverses the hold, sending Adz hard into the corner, with his back impacting violently. Not wasting a second, Hackett follows through with the spear! Adz crumples to the mat. Hackett goes for the cover...1-2---Adz barely gets his shoulder up! Zak hits a standing leg drop, causing Adz to lay very still. Zak climbs to the top rope to hit his efficient leg drop off the top rope. The fans start to get their cameras ready, some take picture of him steadying himself on the top. Some take pictures of his leap into the air. Still other fans are lucky enough to take a picture of his face as he sees Adz roll out of the way, and others just take a picture of him landing hard on the mat. The attempted move ended up hurting his leg, and the Technical Powerhouse demonstrates why he is a "technical" powerhouse by seizing the opportunity and applying a figure four!
Brad: Now, you two have to give these guys credit! They are putting on a hell of a match...neither guy is willing to lay down for the three, no one is submitting...they are simply tearing each other apart!
Kit: Excuse me Brad, did you say something?
Doc: I didn't hear him say anything. Anyway, I still stand by my pick. Hackett is going to get out iof this figure four, and he is going to put it to Adz. If he had hit that leg drop off the top...
Brad: Excuse me Doc, did you say something?
Kit: Hehehe...Look out boys, that 6'6" inch frame just served Hackett well, he got to the ropes! And...did both of you hear that?
Brad and Doc: Yes, Ma'am!
The official calls for the break, and the two men get to their feet. Converging, they lock-up again, and Hackett buries his knee into Adz sternum. Grabbing him by the neck, he looks out at the crowd, and gets a wild look on his face. The crowd gets quiet in anticipation of the chokeslam, but Adz kicks Zak in the groin, efficiently countering the move. Cinching him up, Adz hits a tornado DDT! He makes the cover...1-2---kickout! Adz looks bewildered at the fact Zak kicked out. Making the sign for the Adam Bomb, the crowd starts cranking it up in anticipation. As he starts to lock him in, Zak hits a low blow, then delivers his own patented version of the tornado DDT! Shaking his head and screaming at the crowd, pointing to Adz as if to say, "Mine is a WHOLE lot better, he drops down and makes a nonchalant cover..1-2--kickout! The crowd goes nuts, and Hackett gets irate. Picking his opponent up, he sits Adz down on the top rope, then tries to administer the fearsome Bronx Banister, but Adz throws him off, sending him to the mat. Getting to the top rope, Adz sails through the air and hits a double ax-handle.
Brad: Adz in control, Hackett has been resilient, though, he may have a comeback left in him!
Kit: Now this is why I am grossly overpaying him for...exciting moves that get fans in the seats!
Doc: Don't count that victory yet...just watch...Adz will take it to the outside for a count-out!
Adz gets Hackett to his feet, and Zak wraps his arms around him for a belly to belly, but he gets a forearm to the head for his trouble. Adz grabs him and slams Zak's back down on his knee for a hard backbreaker. Letting him fall to the mat, Adz goes to the top rope, and tries a moonsault...and Hackett moves...he drapes an arm on Adz...1-2-shoulder up! Both men shake the cobwebs off and lock-up. Zak starts to send Adz into the ropes, but Adz reverses it, keeping a hold of Zak's arm, he turns the Irish whip into a short-arm clothesline. Making the sign, Adz hits his finisher, and after the reverse dominator, makes the pin...1-2-3!
Doc: Well, Hackett lost this time, but the man has skills! Nine times out of ten, I think he wins this...unfortunately for him, number ten came up right now!
Brad: Where do you come up with this stuff? Kit, how did you like the match?
Kit: I thought it was very hard fought, with Mr. Yummy coming out on top. Adz is starting to make me think I didn't entirely flush a small fortune down the toilet by signing him!
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"Bad Religion" By Godsmack sounds over the PA as the crowd erupts.
Doc: What the?! Alex isn't scheduled to come out here right now... He
needs
to get ready to lose to Kahuna!
Brad: He's the World Champion, he can do as he damn well pleases!
Doc: Kiss ass...
Kit: AHEM!
Doc: Errrr, I mean ... I disagree.
Alex Layne comes out in his wrestling attire, with the World Title
strapped
around his waist, followed by Wesley Richards. The two men make their
way
down to the ring casually, then slide into it. Alex unstraps the World
Title
from around his waist then raises it into the air, feeding off the
crowd
cheers, Richards points to Alex Layne indicating that he indeed is the
man.
Brad: What a reaction for our World Champion!!!
Kit: Music to my ears. If the fans are happy ...then I'm making money!
Doc: What are you talking about? Can't you hear the boos? BOO! Alex
sucks!
Brad: Now who's the jealous one?
Layne feeds off the cheers for a little longer, before signaling to the
ring
announcer for a mic, who quickly hands him one. Wesley Richards signals
to
the crowd to quiet down though, so Alex can speak.
Brad: We're about to see what he has to say.
Alex Layne: This week I trained as everyone saw against a great
competitor
in my manager here, Wesley Richards. I've also been enjoying the week
throwing a party like you also saw, now with all that you think I'd be
in a
good mood wouldn't you? Well, I am! As a matter of fact, even my
opponent
has flattered me.
Richards laughs, knowing exactly what Alex is talking about.
Layne: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about,
you're
morons! Okay, seriously now. Kahuna imitated what I had to do in my
promo,
in his latest just so he could get up something quick, the only thing I
can
really say is that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery... And
if you
think that you can get away with ripping off somebody, you're dead
wrong!
Hell if this was the WsW then maybe you could, but this isn't the WsW..
This
is the RAWF, the best damn fed there is!
The crowd erupts with another roar of cheers, Wesley Richards nods his
head
and claps.
Brad: Well Alex is right there, RAWF is most definitely the place to
be!
Kit: Which is why I've been up to my elbows in contract negotiations with dozens of athletes. I had to start a wating list there have been so many!
Layne: Now in the best federation there is, the RAWF... I'm the
World
Champion, which goes to show I'm the best damn wrestler and I got to
show
that off to all of you week in and week out, am I right?
The crowd cheers once more.
Layne: I thought so. Thats also why I can't allow some fat slob
like
Big Kahuna to win the match, he calls me "Mr Null Personality" yet he's
the
one ripping off on my promos, hanging around with two loses who have no
future in the RAWF other than to job to the superstars, and putting
words in
my mouth I never said? Scared he says I am? HARDLY! This fat ass needs
to
realize that I am merely adding stipulations to the match so he can be
pissed off, not being allowed to cheat like he wants to... I mean, I
know I
cheat at times but I didn't have to in order to win this strap.
Alex holds up the World Title and the crowd continues cheering.
Layne: Hell, Dirge hasn't even had the nerve to show his face
after
being pointed out to being a fraud. Which is a good thing, right?
The fans start a "Dirge is a fraud!" chant, Alex laughs.
Layne: You're damn right! I'm here to prove tonight though that
Kahuna
is a bitch, like I stated earlier in the week.. And if Kahuna hasn't
noticed, my word is scripture, what I says goes no matter who wants to
disagree with me, it could be our commish Thomas Highway... And I'd
tell him
to stick his finger up his ass and leave me alone, he ain't worth my
time.
The crowd laughs.
Layne: But Kahuna, I can guarantee you that you won't walk away
with
the World Title here tonight, I have only been champ for about two
weeks, if
I lost to you now I'd be too embarassed to even want to continue
competing,
not because I lost the World Title but because I would have lost to
you.. I
mean, who wants to lose to a lard ass? Heh... But moving along, I
suppose
you are wondering who I'm having as the special enforcer to make sure
this
match is clean, along with everyone else in the arena here tonight.
Another eruption of cheers is heard throughout the arena.
Kit: I know I do.
Doc: You mean you DON'T KNOW?
Kit: Stow it Doc. Just because I'm the CEO doesn't mean I have my hand in everything around here. People do things behind my back all of the time.
Layne: I thought so... Well, the special enforcer for tonights
match
between myself and Big Lardo is...
The theme from "Miami Vice" hits, the crowd turns their view to Vice as he comes out to the stage, mic in hand.
Brad: Its our Vice President? Good call Alex!
Vice: I remember you saying something about you and I discussing who it
would be for your special enforcer, I can tell you now.. I love the
idea.
But we need to talk on who it is that will get that chance to enforce
the
match, so what I'm asking you is Alex, to come backstage to my office
so we
could talk about it.
Layne: Alright Vice, it'll be great to hear what wrestler it is
thats
going to enforce the match, I know a lot of guys around the back don't
like
Kahuna, and I don't blame them! Lets go.
"Bad Religion" By Godsmack sounds throughout the arena once more as
Alex
Layne and Wesley Richards exit the ring and follow Vice up the ramp.
Doc: Dang, I wonder who is going to be the enforcer for the match
tonight. Can't you go find out for us Kit?
Kit: Nah, I'd rather be suprised like the rest of the world. Besides, I'm not your damn errand boy Doc!
Brad: We'll find out later!!!!!
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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...from Detroit, Michigan....weighing 249 pounds ...this is "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE!
"Rock Superstar" by Cypris Hill plays as the muscle bound Page saunters down the ramp, flexing and kissing his biceps. He climbs into the ring and jumps up and down, stretching before his opponent is announced.
Kit: This guy was supposedly a hot commodity when I hired him. Thus far he hasn't shown me much.
Brad: Well, he IS built like a boulder. Great physique.
Doc: That's about all he has, right Kit?
Kit: Doc, why don't you go get me some coffee? Double cream, double sugar.
Doc: But ....
Kit: EXCUSE ME???!!!?
Doc: Right away!
Doc scrambles to remove his headset, then leaves and runs up the ramp into the backstage. The fans, the ref, Levitan, and Page all watch him go with curious looks.
Brad: Wow. Can you show me how to do ....errr...nevermind.
Levitan: And his opponent!
"Walk" by Pantera blasts over the sound system. On the Radi-tron a large "X" flashes and gyrates.
Levitan: Accompianied by his manager Hideki....from Cypress, California....weighing 265 pounds ...he is the RAWF Ironman Champion ...he is ARSENAL X!!
Hideki leads his charge down the ramp, holding X-caliber high in the air for all to see. Arsenal proudly carries the Ironman Championship belt over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and goes through a minor ritual before handing the belt to Hideki and turning to face Page.
Brad: Well Kit, since you gave us your thoughts on Page, what are your impressions of Arsenal X since he's been here?
Kit: One of the best decisions I ever made was to hire this man. He's been an awesome Ironman Champion ever since he won it almost a month ago. He gave Dirge all he could handle a while back as well.
Brad: In other words, you probably won't be firing him.
Kit: Never assume what I'm thinking Baxter! Just do your job...or else.
The bell rings and Page charges the Ironman Champion, but X ducks the clothesline attempt. Page spins around and X levels him with a high karate kick to the face. Page gets up a bit groggy, but still ready to fight. X nails him with a chop across the chest. The smacking sound reverberates across the arena and a appreciative "oooooooooooooh!" eminates from the crowd. Page stumbles back into the corner where X charges and hits with a flying back elbow. He backs up and charges again, leaping and wrapping his legs around Page's neck, executing a perfect hurricanrana.
Brad: Arsenal X is on an early tear!! What a move out of the corner!
Kit: A great move indeed. X personifies what a RAWF Superstar should be like. Where the hell is Dillinger with my coffee???
X backs up into the corner and waits for Page to climb to his feet. When Page manages to do just that, barely maintaining his balance .....X wallops him with a spear right back to the mat. X picks up his opponent, then executes a sitdown powerbomb!!! He covers. The ref counts 1...2... Arsenal grabs Page by the hair and lifts him up before the three can be counted. Arsenal shakes his finger to signal he is not done punishing Page. He pulls Page to his feet and whips him into the ropes DDTing him on the return!! Then he runs his fingers over his own throat and gestures to the crowd. The Ironman Champion climbs to the top rope ...leaps...and hits a perfect X-cution!!! He covers, and this time the ref counts 1...2...3!!
Kit: What a pathetic display!!!
Brad: I thought X looked really good out there.
Kit: I'm talking about Page you moron!!! God, I hate stupid people!!
Kit gets up and slams her headset down on the announcers table, then climbs into the ring as "Walk" by Pantera plays. Arsenal X and Hideki are celebrating and soaking in the cheers of the fans. Doc comes walking swiftly down the ramp, a hot steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He spots Kit in the ring and decides he better bring it to her. X looks at Kit, but she motions for him to get out. X and Hideki leave the ring as Kit takes the mic. Doc meakly walks up and offers her her coffee. She accepts it, then glares at him. He nods and returns to his broadcast position. Then she stands over the semi-conscious Chris Page and speaks.
Kit: Chris, I want to thank you for making my night. I have NEVER seen a more worthy idiot to recieve the news I'm about to give....
Kit takes the cup of coffee...and pours it on Page!!! He screams out as the steaming liquid hits him on his chest and shoulders. He scrambles and writhes his way under the ropes and gets out of the ring.
Kit: YOU'RE FIRED!!!
It's not obvious weather Page heard her or not as he is still trying to get up the ramp, holding his scorched body. He disappears behind the curtain as Kit stands in the ring, a satisfied smile on her face. After a moment, she climbs out of the ring and heads back up the ramp as Doc puts his headset back on.
Doc: HEY! That coffee cost me two dollars!!!
Brad: And I'm sure Kit appreciated every cent.
Frank: Blackjack! When I was told you were coming to
the RAWF, I didn't believe it.
Grier grins politely and accepts Frank's handshake
BjG: Doc Dillinger, right? How are you tonight?
Frank: I'm great. I'm just glad I had a chance to talk
to someone interesting before I had to spend the rest
of the night scrounging for scrap interviews while Jessica gets all the prime ones. I heard about your interview with her. I knew
you wouldn't let her get the scoop about the real
reasons you are here, know what I mean?
Grier appears obviously confused but still smiles
politely
Frank: Come on, we've both been around for awhile. You
don't have to play that with me. You obviously have
been recruited.
Frank looks around to make sure no one is listening in
and speaks a little lower.
Frank: Who was it? Sabre, right? No, wait. I know
now. But why on earth would you join up with a
couple of whelps like the "New Blood" for? I get it,
Magnum or Dee must have owed you a couple of dollars
from one of your world famous Poker Game/beer bashes,
right? I've never known you to hold cheap grudges
though so that can't be it. It doesn't happen often
but I'm stumped. Commme on, Jack. You can tell me.
Who brought you in?
Grier shakes his head with a look of mild
bewilderment passing his features before smiling and
looks around, just the slightest bit mockingly to
assure they have privacy before getting an inch closer
to Doc and begins speaking like they are
co-conspirators.
BjG: You really want to know whom recruited me?
Frank: Of course.
BjG: I mean you really want to know? You aren't
going to go blab this on the air and ruin the
surprise, are you?
Frank: I would never dream of it. Come on, you know
me.
Grier raises an incredlious eyebrow at this but then
sighs
BjG: Ok, you got me. I'll tell you but ONLY you.
Grier at this point looks down at his watch then
feigns dissapointment
BjG: Darn it, the next match is starting. Maybe next time.
Grier abruptly walks away, chuckling to himself
while Frank looks amazed then looks down at his own
watch, sees he still has a half hour then taps at it,
thinking it must be slow.
The RAWF Tron pops on, much everyone's surprise to show the Damage Inc locker room. The five men are situation in a half circle with Dirge in the center, a sling across his right arm. To his right are Erik and Baggs, to his left sit Shawn Dee and Jarek Magnum.
Doc: DAMAGE INC.!!! And look! Dirge is back!! WHOO HOO!
Brad: I seem to be somewhat elated then you at this..
The three Champions have their respective Title Belts situated on their shoulders, gleaming the the lights of the room. As expected, Shawn has a Mountain Dew in hand and occasionally takes liberal pulls from it. All of the men have "Damage Inc" T-shirts on except for Dirge, who has a simple red "RAWF" shirt on. Dirge looks at the other members of the stable who nod their heads at him, he smirks his infamous predatory smirk at them then looks straight into the camera, and therefore out into the arena. None of the men stand up and Dirge places his left hand on his knee and leans forward a bit, careful not to put pressure on his injured arm. He clears his throat and begins to speak, his voice calm and measured.
Dirge: Good evening slime and sludge of RAWF. It's always good to see the throngs of bottom feeders who cheered loudly when I sustained my injury and subsequently lost my Title at least in part because of it.
Dirge pauses for a second and adjusts his position in the chair, leaning backwards and holding his left arm under his right to support it. He looks to Erik and says something to him in Russian. Erik nods and stands up then walks off screen, accompanied by the sound of a door opening and then closing. Dirge waits for a second and then continues.
Dirge: Now, before I get to myself and explain exactly what Layne did to me let me first congratulate Baggs for capturing the United States Title and restoring dignity to it. God knows it was in dire need of it. I'm sure you'll make that Strap finally be worth what it should be worth but couldn't be because of the no talent hacks who have held it before you. Nicely done my man. Keep it up.
Dirge looks at Baggs and thrusts his left arm out. The two men slap fists and nod at each other then Dirge turns back to the camera and continues.
Dirge: I'd also like to congratulate Shawn and Jarek for retaining the RAWF World Tag Team Titles. Excellent work guys. Keep em in the family where they belong.
The three men repeat the same gesture and Dirge looks over his shoulder as a door opens behind them and Erik strides in. In his hands are two bottles of water, a six pack of beers and a cube of Mountain Dew. He hands them out, with Baggs and Magnum taking three beers each and Dee taking the entire cube of Dew for himself. He opens it like a wolf tearing at a carass and pops a fresh one, downing half of it in one gulp. Erik opens the two water bottles and hands one to Dirge, who thanks him and takes a swig from it before setting it on the floor.
Dirge: Now, onto the business of Triple Crown, my World Title and this injury I've sustained. First and foremost it was a good show, even with my defeat. Congratulations to Alex for beating me. You talked the talk and walked part of the walk...let's see if you can keep up the pace I kept for four months. The crosshairs are on you kid, we'll see if you can add further credibility to the Title or if you'll tank it and make it look like it should be worth less than the Television Title. I can't wait to see how you measure up to me as a World Champion. You may have taken it from me, now we'll see if you can hold it for as long as I did.
Dirge takes another pull from the bottle and adjusts the splint on his arm, twisting it back into place. He looks back up to the camera and speaks.
Dirge: Now, onto the subject of my arm. I've suffered a severe muscle tear in my right elbow and forearm and at this point I can barely move the arm from the elbow down. Due to this I won't be stepping into the ring for at least the next two to six months, depending on how rapidly it heals. That..
Dirge is interrupted by thousands of screaming fans who erupt into cheers when he says this, jumping to the conclusion that he'll be gone all together. He laughs to himself and his teammates then nods his head before exhaling.
Dirge: Don't jump the gun. Could you people be any greater a steaming, smelly herd of simpletons ? LISTEN to me when I grace you with my presence, it's painfully obvious that you all need some form of culture injected into your forkless family trees. As I was saying before you all rather rudely inturrupted me I will be out upwards of six months, perhaps longer. We'll see how things go with the healing process. Don't let this get your hopes up that you won't be seeing me, just because I'm injured doesn't mean that I won't be around. If you thought you couldn't get rid of me guess what...since I can't wrestle you'll just hear me and see me that much more. I'll be reminding you of your mistake laden lives more than that case of the crabs your mother passed down to you when he shot your sorry asses out from her body. I can't wrestle, but my one arm still makes me more dangerous than at least ninety eight percent of this pathetic roster. The other two percent consist of Erik, Shawn, Jarek and Baggs.
The entire group laughs at this remark, their arrogance and confidence radiating through the camera. Dirge clears his throat and leans back in his seat, going to cross his arms and wincing when the right arm reminds him that it's already bent and would rather not bend any further. He leans forward and faces the floor, growling in anger. Erik reaches over and places his hand on Dirge's shoulder and the rest of his teammate's look concerned. Dirge shakes the pain out and sits back up rubbing his elbow, a look of aggravation on his face. Erik leans back in his seat with a scowl on his face as the rest of Damage Inc look at Dirge intently. He clears his throat again and continues.
Dirge: You see Alex.... you did a number on me. My arm is screwed up very badly and it'll take some time to heal. Now, I know you and you'll laugh off any threat that I make but look at my face and think really hard about what I'm saying to you�.
Dirge's face gets an icy glare on it, his eyes radiating his cold fury and intensity.
Dirge: I will be back to take what's mine Alex� and payback is the king of all mother*uckers. Make sure you're ready�at least as ready as you can be. Although it still won't be enough.
He pauses for a second and takes a drink of his water then places the bottle back down.
Dirge: As far as the rest of you go in RAWF who are not included in our elite establishment watch out. From the lowest bottom feeder to good ol Alex Layne�we're not dead by a long shot and we're going to make sure that everyone understands it. That goes double for the two new kids who tried to make a name for themselves at the expense of Shawn and Jarek. That was unwise to say the least and you'll be cashing that rather large check that you two wrote and it'll be cashed out of your skulls. Learn your place in the pecking order if you don't want to get devoured by the wolves.
Almost as if on cue the entire group breaks out into a set of very malicious grins, their expressions twisted and utterly vile. Dirge laughs a deep and menacing laugh then points right at the camera.
Dirge: We're the true elite establishment of RAWF and we're going to show everyone why that is. Anything we do is on your heads now�can you stomach the fallout ? We'll all find out soon enough.
The Radi-tron goes dark and the fans murmur in eery response.
Brad: Doc, are you crying?
Doc: *Sniff* Dirge is out two to six months. That sucks. I'll have to send him a Get Well card, maybe it will speed his recovery.
Brad: Good lord...
Brad: A close fall! I thought we had a new champion!
Doc: Pickle needs to stay on him. And he has to ignore Seven at ringside, he can't let her distract him anymore, not even for a second.
Pickle pulls Sinner to his feet and gives him an atomic elbow to the top of the skull. Sinner spins and starts to stumble away, but Pickle wraps his arms around and hits a german suplex on the champ. Seven starts slapping the mat, trying to urge her man on. Pickle starts toward her menacingly and she backs away. He turns back and drops an elbow on Sinner, then gets up and glowers at the fans. They boo, but he ignores them and climbs to the top rope. He leaps, trying to hit the Pickleator and finish it, but Sinner puts a boot up and Pickle hits it face first! Pickle pauses and teeters, standing up for a second before doing a nosedive to the mat. Both men lie motionless on the canvas. The ref begins counting 1....2....3....4....5... Sinner sits up and crawls over to Pickle and makes a cover. 1...2... kickout at the last second by Pickle. Sinner pulls him to his feet and slugs him a hard shot to the face. Pickle spins around and Sinner grabs him and executes a belly-to-back suplex. The move takes it's toll on both men and Sinner is slow to get up. When he does, he tries to roll Pickle over for another Nailed To The Cross but Pickle scrambles away and rolls under the ropes to the apron. Seven sneaks over and starts choking Pickle as Sinner is arguing with the ref about something, distracting him from seeing the interference.
Doc: She just can't keep her hands off of Pickle can she? She better mind her own business!
Brad: Sinner now goes over and reaches over the ropes and pulls Pickle up on the apron by the hair. Vertical suplex back into the ring! A cover by Sinner! 1....2...Pickle gets a foot on the ropes! That was another close fall!
Sinner, sensing near victory, drags Pickle back to his feet. He clocks him with a right hand, then another. Pickle reels and spins away. Sinner grabs him from behind and rolls him up into a cradle for another pin attempt. The ref counts 1...2...Pickle manages to struggle out before the three. Frustrated, the TV Champ picks up his opponent once more. Seven gets up on the apron and brandishes the Signapore Cane like a baseball bat and yells for Sinner to send Pickle her way. The ref admonishes her, warning her that her man will be disqualified if she hits Pickel. Nonetheless, Sinner irish whips Pickle ...who reverses it. Seven swings, not realizing in time what happened ...a clobbers Sinner across the back with the cane!!! She drops the weapon and covers her mouth with her hand in astonished remorse for what she just did. Pickle charges at her, but she scrambles off the apron and and starts pleading for her man to get up, tears in her eyes. Pickle picks up the near unconscious champ and hits a Rocker Dropper! He quickly hits the ropes and splatters Sinner with a splash and hooks the leg for a cover. 1....2....3!!!
Doc: YES! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!!
Brad: Seven may just have cost her man the Television Championship!! Oh my, what trouble will THIS cause???
Brad: Let's send it backstage!
Layne: Yeah Vice, that guy will do just fine enforcing the match,
I'm
glad we talked it through. Stupid Kahuna, shouldn't have ever had the
thought of cheating to begin with... Now he has to deal with the
Executor Of
Arrogance. Too bad for him.
Vice: Good luck tonight Alex.
Jessica Beach: Alex! Been awhile since we spoke, before you became
World
Champion as a matter of fact.
Layne: Listen, I don't know what it is you want with me Miss
Beach, but
now that I'm World Champion you suddenly come looking for me... I ain't
interested. I was letting you know how I felt for you before and you
damn
right ignored me, besides.. You have a fiancee don't you? Back the hell
up.
Jessica Beach: I just want to get an interview done, it is my job after
all.. And you're World Champion, it'd make sense now don't you think?
Layne: And waste my time with you? Be gone woman, you had your
chance
and you blew it. Want to interview somebody? How about one of the
losers at
the bottom of the fed, like Zak Hacket or Jza.
Alex Layne continues to walk off as Jessica seems shocked, but the
camera
follows Alex still who runs into his manager.
Layne: Hey Wesley.. Whats going on bro?
Wesley Richards: Not much, theres only a few matches before yours. You ready
to go
out there?
Layne: My first title defense, heh.. Hell yeah I'm ready, Kahuna
doesn't stand a chance. He thinks he has me scared, he couldn't be more
wrong. I'm Alex Layne, I have no fear whatsoever, I just play the game
how
it needs to be played. Strategically.
Richards: I can't deny you there.
Layne: He doesn't believe I'm the master of the mind games, just
wait..
When we're in the ring and I'm toying with him, he's going to explode.
I
hope he's ready to have his ass handed to him, I know its big and all
but
he's going to have to take it all at once, his fault though...
Shouldn't
have become such a butterball, he has no one to blame but himself.
Richards: Then lets go back to the locker-room, get your World
Title
and wait so we can give the fans
what
they want, another Alex Layne victory.
Layne: That sounds great, that sounds f'ng great. Lets go Wes.
The two men walk down the hallway.
Scene cuts to the backstage area where Blackjack
Grier is talking to a couple of the younger wrestlers
whom are having dark match tryouts for the RAWF.
Grier seems to be passing on pointers as Doc is
walking along, drinking some coffee before he's due to
start commentating. Frank Manning spots Grier as he is shaking
the younger wrestlers's hands before they go. Frank
steps up to Grier and extends his hand while sitting
down his coffee on the table next to him.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...
"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie reverberates throughout the arena and the fans can feel the electricity! Matt Daddy comes out from the back and the cameras start flashing...
Levitan: ... from the Detroit, Michigan...weighing in at 235 pounds...he is MATT DADDY HIGGERSON!
Higgerson poses and preens, and he gives a "most muscular" as pyro sets off. Mugging for the cameras and hitting on some ladies, Matt gets to the ring, slides underneath, poses for the viewing audience at home, then gets down top business. Looking toward the ramp, he awaits his opponent.
Doc: Matt Daddy with a thousand dollar body, and ten cent brain!
Brad: Does it actually hurt you to be nice? What has he ever done to you?
Doc: Higgerson is too much of a showboat for my liking...and I can't believe the ladies fall for his garbage!
Brad: Ahhh...I see...its jealousy!
Doc: Of Higgerson? Please...
Levitan: ...and his opponent...
"Breakstuff" by Limp Biskit broadcasts throughout the arena and the whole attitude of the crowd changes. The negativity becomes apparent as soon as Croc comes into view.
Levitan: ...from Sydney, Australia...weighing in at 248 pounds... he is the Aussie Icon...he is Croc!!!
Croc walks down the ramp looking remarkably p***ed off, even for one with his temperament. Getting to the ring, and basically ignoring the fans and his entrance pyro, the Aussie Icon gets to the ring, slides under the ropes, gets up, and slaps Higgerson in the face. Matt Daddy tries a punch, but Croc ducks it, kicks him in the stomach, then hits a twisting neckbreaker.
Brad: Talk about being in a bad mood. Do you think losing his title has any bearing on this?
Doc: What do you think? Would YOU be happy if you lost some gold?
Brad: I'd be sad to lose my buy one, get one free coupons!
Doc: Oh Lord, you are worse than I thought!
Croc grabs Higgerson and hits his patented snap suplex. Picking him up, he starts to hit another one, but Matt sends a few punches into Croc's stomach, then hits CROC with a snap suplex! Waiting for Croc to get up, Matt slaps him in the face, daring Croc to retaliate. He does, and the two technicians start a slugfest. They punch back and forth, mixing it up with forearms and chops. The ref tries to get inbetween them, but he nearly gets hit. The ref starts a count to try and regain control...1-2-3-4-Croc and Higgerson stop brawling and look at the ref with confused and irritated faces. They then continue their assaults, punching away to wear down each other. Croc starts a new strategy, and knees Higgerson in the stomach. When Matt bends down, he sends a knee straight up into Matt's face, straightening him up again. Stunned, Higgerson is easy prey for a jumping DDT! Croc makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Higgerson gets up wobbly, and Croc applies an abdominal stretch. After a few moments, Matt decides he has taken enough damage, so he counters by hip tossing Croc away from him. The Aussie Icon rolls to his feet, gets up and is hit with a superkick! Higgerson goes for the cover...1-2-foot on the ropes!
Doc: What a psyche-out game Higgerson is playing! Trying to defeat Croc with the CrocKick! Higgerson is going to pay dearly for that!
Brad: You have to admire his courage, not too many people would hit Croc with a superkick.
Matt Daddy parlays his advantage into a whole string of moves. First, he body slams the former television champion, then he drops a fist, which causes Croc to roll over in a defensive fashion. Grabbing at Croc's leg, he rams his knee into the mat several times, then drops an elbow into the back of the knee. Getting up quickly, he turns Croc over and starts applying a sharpshooter, but Croc wriggles wand thrashes his way out before it can be cinched in tight. Grabbing Croc by the hair, he starts to get Croc up to his knees, when the Aussie nails a low blow. Croc then headbutts Higgerson as he doubles over in pain. Picking Matt Daddy up, he lifts him for a body slam but drops him face first across the top turnbuckle. Getting Higgerson back to his feet, Croc hooks both of Matt's arms so they are trapped in his armpits. The Aussie then lifts Higgerson up and falls backward, suplexing Matt daddy over and dropping him back first on the mat. Scooping him back up, Croc nails Higgerson with a jacknife powerbomb! He goes for the cover...1-2--kickout!
Brad: Croc returned the favor with a Matt Daddy Drop on Matt Daddy! I guess two can play at that game!
Doc: Croc can match anybody mind game for mind game. He is one of the best in the business, and Higgerson should know that!
Brad: Does that mean he shouldn't try?
the Aussie picks Higgerson up and he whips him into the ropes, as Matt bounces off and comes back, Croc applies an armdrag, and turns it into an armbar. Higgerson powers his way to his feet, but Croc wrenches the arm and puts him down. Higgerson powers back up, but Croc wrenches his arm again, forcing him back down. The crowd starts cheering and stomping their feet, and Matt responds...feeling the adrenaline, Higgerson gets to his feet one more time, kicks Croc before he can wrench his arm, grabs him in a headlock, then sends him down with a DDT! He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Croc gets up, and Matt rolls him up...1-2-kickout! The Aussie gets to his feet, and Matt Daddy jumps over him, hitting a sunset flip...1-2-kickout! The Aussie Icon gets up and meets Higgerson with a viscious clothesline, knocking him down. Dragging him to his feet, Croc whips him into the ropes, and hits a spinebuster. Following through, he flips over Higgerson, grabbing his legs in the process, and putting Matt in a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Higgerson gets up weakly and is put in a small package...1-2-kickout! Croc locks up with Matt Daddy when he stands up and whips him into the corner. The Aussie follows up with a spinning heel kick, plastering Higgerson to the corner. Climbing to the top, he gets on Higgerson's shoulders, and does a victory roll...1-2---kickout! Croc maneuvers behind Higgerson, and hits a German suplex, cradling for a pin attempt...1-2-kickout! Higgerson gets up before Croc does, unbelievably, kicks Croc in the stomach, and hits a cradle suplex...1-2-kickout! The crowd gets to its feet and starts cheering like crazy over the effort both men are giving in this exciting clash.
Brad: Now THIS is a match...I've lost count of the pin attempts!
Doc: I think it is eight, but don't quote me. These guys want a win, and they want it NOW! First they were brawling like crazy, then they put on a technical display that is bringing the house down...go figure!
As Croc tries to shake off the effects
from the suplex, Higgerson begins to stalk around
Croc, trying to find the perfect opportunity to hit
another suplex. As Croc staggers up, Higgerson pounces
and hits a German suplex, bridging his back to make a
pin attempt. As his back arches, the referee slides
next to Croc and Higgerson and makes a count...
1-2-kickout! Croc breaks up the pin by squirming around that
made Higgerson lose his grip. Higgerson rolls onto his
stomach and hits his fist on the mat, frustrated that
he let go and almost had the win. Meanwhile, Croc is
sitting up straight, leaning on the bottom turnbuckle,
trying to make sense of the situation. Higgerson gets
up and walks over to Croc, who is already standing up
at the corner. Croc delivers a stiff kick to the
abdomen of Higgerson and follows it up with a knee to
the head. Croc grabs Higgerson and shoves him to the
corner, delivering 5 vicious knee thrusts to the mid
section. Croc steps back a little, allowing Higgerson
to fall forward, holding his stomach in pain. Croc
showboats to the crowd a little, bringing on some boos
from the fans.
Brad: Looks like Croc has everything
under control after that short offensive burst from
Matt Daddy.
Doc: And it looks like Croc is not
done with Higgerson, yet! C�mon Croc, all of your
Australian fans are counting on you!
Picking up Higgerson, Croc slams him hard to the mat. Grabbing his leg, he starts to apply a figure four, but Higgerson reaches up, grabs Croc's head, then rolls him up...1-2-kickout! Croc furiously sends a few punches Matt Daddy's way, then whips him into the ropes. Trying for a hip-toss, Matt blocks it. As he tries to toss him again, Matt blocks it, sends a knee into Croc's stomach, bending him down, then he puts a leg over his neck, springboards off of it, landing behind the Aussie, then as Croc turns around, Higgerson hip-tosses him. Matt Daddy immediately drops an elbow, then clamps on a headlock. Croc reaches over with his leg and tries to get it to teh ropes, but to no avail. Getting to his feet, Higgerson keeps on the headlock. Croc sends a couple of elbows into Matt Daddy's stomach, and he still holds on. Croc starts running toward the ropes, then ducks down quickly, letting the momentum carry Higgerson up and over, through the ropes. Matt, not very hurt by that, grabs Croc's legs and pulls him out of the ring. Higgerson does a quick posting of Croc, then tries to launch him into the steel steps. Croc reverses that and sends Matt Daddy into the steel, hard. Grabbing one of the steps, Cropc holds it high, intent on nailing Higgerson, when the ref comes out and gets inbetween Croc and Higgerson. Croc drops the step and gets back in the ring. Running the ropes, he hits a baseball slide, knocking down Matt, who had been standing next to the apron. The official demands that he take it in the ring, so the Aussie gets out, then slings Higgerson back in.
Doc: The ref better watch out or Croc will take his bad mood out on him! Croc didn't start taking outside...that was Higgerson!
Brad: Well, he doesn't need to "
finish" it out there.
Sliding back in the ring, Croc gets hammered with a few forearm shots. The Aussie ignores it and returns with a couple of punches. He whips Higgerson into the ropes, the starts to follow in with avalanche. Matt moves, and Croc hits the buckles. Higgerson puts a big boot in his face, knocking him down. Stepping back a few feet, he runs, and to the delight of the crowd, hits a bronco buster! Picking Croc up, he drapes him on the tiop, gets on the second rope, then starts peppering him with fists...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Croc falls and Higgerson gets to the top. Mounting the top rope for a missile dropkick, he jumps at Croc and Croc leaps up in the air, too. Croc hits his dropkick on the surprised Higgerson, knocking him to the ground. The Aussie Icon then makes a pin attempt with his foot on the ropes...1-2-3! The ref doesn't see it, and Croc quickly gets his foot off of the ropes, and makes his way back before the announcement...
Brad: He had to cheat to win...how low will Croc sink?
Doc: He doesn't see it as "sinking low," and neither do I. It's called doing what it takes to win!
Brad: Next up on the program, we have..
SINNER (C) VS. PICKLE
BRAD: Okay, our next match is for
the Television Title, pitting the new champion,
Sinner, against a man who has established that he has
a mean streak of his own, Pickle. This should be an
interesting match.
DOC: Well Brad, sorry to upstage
you again, but I am going to predict that Pickle will
beat Sinner senselessly and put another title on his
impressive resume.
LEVITAN: This match is scheduled
for one fall for the RAWF Television Title!!!!
Announcing first the challenger�hailing from London,
England�weighing 247 pounds�he is PICKLE!!!!
�Gelosea� by InMe blares out
from the arena speakers as the man they formerly
called Eric Crane comes out from the back. With his
eyes totally focused on his upcoming match, he is
oblivious to the amount of boos that he is receiving.
As he enters the ring, he begins to test out the ropes
and stretches out some more as he awaits the champion.
LEVITAN: Next the champion�from
Baltimore, Maryland�weighing 210 pounds�your RAWF
Television Champion�.SINNER!!!!!
�The God That Failed� by
Metallica begins to play and the fans get up to see
the television champion come out from the back,
holding on his shoulder the Television Championship
Belt and linking arms with the voluptuous Seven, who
is holding the infamous Singapore Cane. As he stays on
top of the ramp, he unlinks arms with Seven and raises
the championship belt in the air. The arena begins to
light up with flashes from the camera as the crowd
cheers. After posing for a few minutes, Sinner begins
to walk down the ramp, with Seven right behind him.
Sinner steps into the ring and hands the belt to the
referee. As the referee turns his back to give the
belt to Levitan and Sinner turns his back to talk to
Seven a little bit more, Pickle makes a mad dash for
the TV Champion and lands a surprising bulldog. The
referee turns around to see Pickle pummeling Sinner to
the ground with his vicious punches. The referee
signals for the match to begin.
BRAD: What an awesome way to start a
match! Pickle definitely surprised everyone with that
maneuver, but I guess in this world you just got to
take any option that is available to you.
DOC: You know what? You are
beginning to sound more and more like Arsenal X! Have
you and him been hanging out a lot recently?
BRAD: Doc, just stick to the match.
Well, it looks like the referee had enough of the
one-sided battle and is prying Pickle off of Sinner.
DOC: Yup, looks like Sinner is
pretty pissed off at the sudden attack. Whoa! He�s
talking some smack to that deranged lunatic!
Sinner gets up from his previous
position and begins to walk towards Pickle, who is
being held back by the referee. As his mouth his
jawing up and down, Pickle heard enough and hocks a
noogie at the face of Sinner. Sinner gets enraged and
charges at Pickle. Lucky enough, the referee steps
away and allows Sinner to hit a spear on Pickle.
Sinner quickly gets up and picks up Pickle and
delivers a scoop slam. As Pickle attempts to shake off
the cobwebs, Sinner gives three strong stomps to knock
Pickle out even more. As Pickle rolls out of the ring,
Sinner takes the time to climb the ropes and attempt a
flying drop kick from the top rope. As he leaps,
Pickle takes notice of this and moves towards the
barricade, making Sinner miss horribly and to land
completely on the right side of his body. As Sinner
holds his right arm, Seven begins to hit the mat with
the Singapore Cane, begging for Sinner to get back up.
Pickle, sensing that Sinner�s weakness is the right
side of his body, picks him up and thrusts Sinner�s
right shoulder into the metal stairs. Sinner screams
in pain as Pickle smiles and rolls back into the ring
to prevent the double count-out disqualification.
BRAD: Looks like that right portion
of Sinner�s body will be apart of Pickle�s game from
here on out. If he totally focuses on that portion of
the body, Sinner�s chances of winning this match will
be slim.
DOC: Dude, are you sure you haven�t
been hanging out with Arsenal X? I swear you are
talking like him!
BRAD: Dude? Have you been hanging
out with Zoo lately, Doc?
DOC: I wish not to comment about
that. But back to the match, Pickle just rolled back
to the outside of the ring to add some more damage.
Wait�why is he walking toward Seven?
Pickle begins to walk towards
Sinner�s valet, causing Seven to walk back a little
bit. She holds the Singapore Cane in front of her,
threatening Pickle that she is not afraid to use the
weapon. Pickle just laughs and begins to stalk the
valet even more. While all of this was happening,
Sinner begins to stir up and is holding his right
shoulder. Seeing that his girlfriend is being
harassed, Sinner rolls into the ring, to break up the
ten count again, and runs towards the side of the ring
where Pickle is. Sinner leaps over the ropes and hits
a flying cross body block. Seven quickly runs to the
opposite side of the ring, while cheering her
boyfriend on. Sinner is quickly holding that same
right shoulder again as Pickle is just knocked out.
BRAD: Man, we are seeing a lot of
action outside of the ring. We haven�t seen much
offense inside of the ring.
DOC: They should just get rid of
the ring and let these two guys duke it out. That ring
is just getting in the way!
Sinner picks Pickle up and tosses him back into the ring. He crawls in after him, then drags him to his feet. He slugs him with a couple of right hands, then scoops him up and bodyslams him. He rolls Pickle over and puts him in the Nailed To The Cross!! Pickle cries out in pain and claws at the mat. Sinner sits back and grimaces with the effort of the hold. The ref asks Pickles bu he shakes his head vehemently "no". With great effort, Pickle reaches the ropes and Sinner is forced to release the hold. Sinner gets up and lets Pickle pull himself up on the ropes. Sinner kicks him in the back several times and Pickles falls to one knee, clutching the second rope. Sinner runs and launches himself off the other side and charges, intending to bronco buster Pickle, but the former Ironman Champions gets out of the way and Sinner crotches himself on the second rope. Sinner collapses to the match clutching himself, rolled into a fetal position. Pickle staggers over to the corner and catches a breather. Seven screams for her man to get up. Sinner does manage to get to his feet, but Pickle comes over and hits him an Impact DDT. Pickle hits the ropes and nails Sinner in the face with a basball slide dropkick. He covers! 1....2....kickout by Sinner.
NEW RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPION
PICKLE!!!!
Pickle grabs the belt from the referee and hugs it to his chest as his music plays. The crowd is not pleased with thte decision and they express their feelings with catcalls and insults. Pickle hears not of it however as he raises his new belt high over his head in triumph.
Alex Layne opens the door to exit Vice's office, before he leaves he
turns
his head to Vice.
Alex shuts the door and walks down the hall, Highway was around the
corner
and the camera zooms up on him with an evil sneer on his face, he
laughs to
himself and walks the opposite way of Alex Layne, who the camera goes
back
on as Jessica Beach stops Alex.