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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...
"Hate Me Now" by P. Diddy emanates from the sound system and a man wearing black snap-off pants, a very expensive looking black diamond shirt, black and white Iverson shoes, complete with black bandana across his forehead, comes running out down the ramp. The pyro doesn't even keep up with him as he charges down to ringside. Explosions go off all the way down the ramp after he has already made it to ringside.
Levitan: ... from right here in St. Louis, Missouri...weighing in at 147 pounds...he is your very own...the one and only...STREEX!!!
Some fans start cheering him...trying to be cool cheering for the "bad guy," but StreeX just flips them off and gets to the ring. Booed lustily, StreeX starts wearing a smirk Vince McMahon would be envious of...and climbs to the top of each turnbuckle to let the fans know what he thinks of them.
Doc: StreeX comes in with a street attitude and a take-no-prisoners wrestling style. I think I like him already!
Brad: He certainly talks a big game, unfortunately, that wont win you much here in the RAWF. He has to prove it in the ring!
Doc: He'll prove it! Would you at least what his first match before copping an attitude about him?
Brad: Why don't you?
Levitan: ...and his opponent...
"Immortal" by Adema works its way throughout the arena and the crowd shows itself to be pro-DMK. Cheering, they applaud when the big man steps into view!
Levitan: ...from Scunthorpe, England...weighing in at 319 pounds... the man known as ...DEADMAN K!!!
DMK walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes on StreeX. Stopping at the steel steps, he climbs up, to the top, makes sure StreeX isn't going to try anything prematurely, then raises his right fist in the air. Pyro explodes, and the fans cheer. His opponent not looking very impressed, but Deadman doesn't care, either, and steps in to do battle!
Brad: DMK is the cagey Rawf veteran, while StreeX has been seasoned in other companies. It'll be interesting to see how these two divergent styles...power verses risk taking...
Doc: Deadman has a really good name...it describes the pace of his wrestling style...and the reaction he gets from the fans!
Brad: Cute...very cute. Would you say that if he was sitting here next to you?
StreeX starts out fast. As soon as Deadman gets in the ring and thinks about locking up, StreeX hits him with a standing dropkick, a leg whip, which knocks him down, and a twisting leg drop. He goes for the cover...1-POWER kickout! Deadman gets to his feet and is treated to a cocky slap. Deadman glares at him, grabs StreeX, throws him into the corner, then swings with a haymaker. StreeX gets out of the way, and leaving DMK to hit the turnbuckle. Dropkicking him in the back, Deadman finds himself impacting the turnbuckles with his whole body. turning around, Deadman's opponent barrells in with a spinning heel kick, but DMK steps up and catches him before he can finish it. Deadman presses him over his head and throws...but StreeX twists in the air and lands cat-like on his feet. Taking a running start, he jumps up, springs off the top rope, then comes back with a clothesline that sends Deadman down. Picking himself back up, StreeX shows a general lack of respect by spitting on his larger opponent. DMK then connects with a deceptively quick jab that slows StreeX just enough to where Deadman can get a good hold on him. Scooping him up, he bodyslams him down. Bending down to get StreeX up, the Missouri native kicks Deadman back, bridges, and flips to his feet. Unfortunately for him, DMK was waiting for that and clotheslines him back down with a thunderous right forearm. Picking StreeX up, Deadman nearly puts him through the mat with a pumphandle slam. DMK makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Grabbing StreeX again, he whips him into the ropes, and only to see his opponent leapfrog him and continue to run the ropes. Turning around, he sees StreeX running at him, so Deadman falls to the mat, and StreeX hops over him, and continues to move. Getting up, DMK watches as StreeX bounces off the ropes, and launches himself into the air. Deadman catches him and hits a fallaway slam. getting to his feet, he drags StreeX up, whips him into the ropes, and applies a spinebuster! He performs a vertical press...1-2-kickout!
Doc: Give StreeX credit...for a little guy, he can take the heat! I like him...he has hit Deadman with a variety of things, wearing him down...and shown himself resilient enough to take his lumps like a man without caring a bit what the fans think!
Brad: I have one word for him: Overrated! Deadman is killing him in there!
Doc: I have one word for you: Jealousy!
Deadman K sends StreeX into the ropes, StreeX rebounds and gets met with a big boot right to the face. Deadman looks down at his fallen adversary and goes to lift him up. StreeX looks "out on his feet" as Deadman whips him into the corner. Deadman runs in behind him and delivers a clothesline to StreeX. Deadman has a big grin on his face and whips StreeX into the opposite corner now. Deadman charges and just misses Streex as he moves out of the way. Deadman is staggering a little as StreeX aims and places a dropkick to the left knee of the Deadman. Deadman K starts to favor the knee as StreeX takes the opportunity and places another, this time on the right knee. Deadman goes down, favoring both knees as Streex moves back and rebounds off the ropes and delivers a slide, right into the head of the big man now. Deadman K doesn't know what end is up at the moment and Streex capitalizes by attempting to manuever him into a sharpshooter. StreeX just doesn't have Deadman K weakened enough and is only able to get a single leg boston crab going, at times ramming the knee down into the mat for good measure. Deadman screams in pain, but sucks it up, and drags StreeX with him to the ropes. The official calls for the break. StreeX runs the opposite rope and hits a hurricanrana as Deadman gets to his feet. Not stopping there, he bounces off the ropes again and nails the rolling thunder manuever. Leaping over Deadman, he launches himself up, bounces off the top turnbuckle, then moonsaults down onto Deadman for a pin attempt...1-2-foot on the ropes! Climbing to the top rope...StreeX jumps off the turnbuckle, and connects with Deadman's boot as the Englishman puts his sizable leg up in his defense.
Brad: Desperation move by Deadman K...StreeX was admittedly doing very well. He has solid ariel technique...I'll give him that! Let's see if Deadman can follow up with his counter!
Doc: He'll follow that up by being pinned. Remember, StreeX knows what it is like to wear gold, and he wants to do it again!
StreeX bounces off the boot and hits the mat. Deadman shakes off the cobwebs and puts his opponent laying diagonally, across the top turnbuckle. As the ref starts the count, Deadman starts hammering away at StreeX stomach area, driving elbows and punches into the speedy wrestler. Stepping away from StreeX before the count of five, Deadman steps forward and kicks up, nailing his opponent sqaurely in the back, knocking him off the turnbuckle. Grabbing StreeX again, Deadman puts him on the top turnbuckle so that he is straddling the ropes. Mounting the second rope, DMK starts a superplex, but StreeX slips it, slides down Deadman's back, grabs him, and drags him down sunset flip style from the second rope. The ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Deadman gets up and charges StreeX, but is then met with a diving clothesline. DMK goes down, StreeX then applies a Death lock STF. The size disadvantage for StreeX being what it is, Deadman K is able to power out of the hold. StreeX then backs up and lets Deadman have some room to get up. As DMK staggers to his feet, StreeX attempts a superkick, but Deadman catches his foot! StreeX hops a little, then hits DMK in the back of the head with an enziguri, sending him down. Backing up again...he lets Deadman get to his knees, then hits a scissors kick before DMK can raise his head. Rolling the big man over, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: I don't know how he kicked out of that...he has to be running on fumes...
Brad: He is a competitor! He has a lot of heart...he wont lay down for a guy just because of a reputation!
Doc: Uhh...did StreeX take your cab once or something??? Forget it...let's get back to the action!
StreeX gets to his feet and climbs up to the top rope. As Deadman gets his legs under him, StreeX tries a somersault body attack. As he connects with his back to Deadman, DMK catches him, then drives him down to the mat. Hooking the leg, Deadman makes a cover...1-2----shoulder up! Deadman K stands behind StreeX, grabs his head and locks it so that StreeX's head is facing upward and trapped under DMK's arm. The Deadman then starts spinning around so that the opponent is held in the air. After several moments, Deadman lets go of the spinning inverted face lock, and lets StreeX fall to the mat. Satisfied, DMK puts a boot on StreeX chest...1-2--kickout! DMK goes to pick up StreeX, but the swift one grabs his head and nails a jawbreaker...both men fall down. The official makes a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-StreeX gets to his feet, Deadman gets to his knees, but not quite totally up yet. Looking winded, StreeX tries to get his second wind, runs the ropes as Deadman stands straight up, and and hits a flying arm scissor. Also known as the crucifix armbar, it puts Deadman in a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! DMK slams his fist on the mat in frustration. Getting up, he is treated to a snap kick, but Deadman ignores the blow, grabs StreeX and applies a standing headscissors. Lifting StreeX up, he drives him backl down to complete the powerbomb, then turns sideways and drops an elbow onto StreeX's ...uhh...lower abdominal area. The referee gets in his face about that...berating him for the low blow. Deadman looks annoyed, because he wants to make the pin. Agreeing with everything the ref says, he finally makes a cover...1-2-kickout!
Doc: Normally I wouldn't go with Deadman on this...but what the hell? C'mon ref, don't keep guys from trying to make the pin!
Brad: That was a little questionable...but not totally unwarranted...it was a low blow...I'm calling it like it is, too. You know how I feel about StreeX!
DMK picks StreeX up, whips him into the ropes, follows him in, and tries to clothesline him over the top, but StreeX ducks. Deadman flips himself over. Getting back into the ring, Deadman is grabbed and hit with a reverse Russian leg sweep, sending him crashing to the mat. StreeX immediately gets to the top rope, and hits the True Thuggin' He rolls him over and makes the pin...1-2-3!
Doc: StreeX wins...with a controversial win...but a win nonetheless. I can say that this should be just one in a long line of wins...I like the look of this guy!
Brad: He did win this one, but he has a lot more to do if he wants to prove that big reputation of his...
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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first .....
"Chocolate Fudge" by Manheim Steamroller starts up.
Levitan: Accompianied to the ring by his manager Jason Pryde ..... from Cupertino, California....weighing 195 pounds .... this is "SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!!!!
Wearing his black wrestling suit with a purple stripe outlined in silver up the sides and a RAWF T-shirt ...Wayne strolls down the ramp with Pryde at his side. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the wrestler/technical engineer. He climbs into the ring and listens as Pryde begins giving him advice.
Brad: Wayne had really given a go as a RAWF Superstar despite not having any formal training until a month and a half ago! Since then, he seems to get better and better every week!
Doc: You know, I've been thinking .... and in my humble opinion ...I'm damn better than Stevie Midnight! His show pales in comparison to "What's Up?"
Brad: Ummm...Doc? How about we concentrate on what's going on in the ring and worry about other shows later?
Doc: Why? It's not like Dirge or Croc are in the ring right now. It's only... "The Shadow". Sheesh.
Levitan: And his opponent...
"God Of Thunder" by Iced Earth begins playing and lightning electrifys the Radi-tron and ring. Sparks fly from several strategically places positions above the ring and tron.
Levitan: From Thunder Bay Ontario, Canada ....weighing 240 pounds ....this is "THE GOD OF THUNDER" SEANN STORM!!!
Clad in purple, black, and white tights with lightning bolts on the sides, black knee pads, black wrestling shoes with black shin pads, Seann saunters out from the curtain. His trademark sunglasses cover his eyes, but his smile is smug. He slowly walks to the ring and climbs in. He stands at center ring and looks up, sprading his arms out wide. The lights flash and a loud BOOM! is heard as the illusion of a large bolt of lightning is displayed.
Brad: You know, I did some studying on Norse Mythology when I was in college, and I do believe that Thor is the God Of Thunder, not Seann Storm.
Doc: Well, maybe he is the second coming of the Thundergod! He sure is built like a god, look at that physique!
The bell rings and the two combatants lock up. Storm heaves and shoves the smaller Wayne to the mat like a straw expelling a spitwad. Wayne bounces on the mat rear end first. He crawls crablike backwards to the ropes where Pryde whispers something in his ear. Kris nods and gets up. Storm locks up with him again and this time turns it into a headlock. Kris struggles to shove Storm into the ropes, but Storm holds on and plants his feet on the bottom ropes and twists in the air, bulldogging Wayne to the mat. Storm picks Wayne up and drags him over to the ropes and uses them to choke Wayne by pushing his throat down on it. The ref warns him and counts to four. Seann lets go, leaving Kris draped over the top rops by the larynx. Storm grabs ahold of the top rope and pulls back, slinging Wayne backwards to the canvas head first. Storm drops an elbow to Kris' chest, then stands up and poses for the crowd. The arena gives him a mixed reaction, some impressed, some not. Storm drags Wayne to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Storm bends over for a backdrop attempt, but Wayne uses him as a springboard to flip over. Storm tunrs around and is nailed by a Wayne dropkick. Storm falls, but gets right back up ...only to be hit by another dropkick. Storm rises a second time to recieve a THIRD dropkick! Storm rolls out of the ring to get his bearings after hitting the mat a third time. Wayne fires himself up by yelling to the crowd, who mostly respond in kind. Pryde claps for his protege as Storm paces outside the ring and tries to regroup.
Doc: Wayne has really got to learn some new moves. That dropkick gets old after the bazillionth time.
Brad: He executes the move well. Why wouldn't he use it as much as possible if it's effective?
Storm climbs the stairs and gets back into the ring. He charges at Wayne, but gets backdropped for his troubles. Wayne gets down on his knees and puts on a chinlock. Storm fights his way to his feet and elbows Wayne in the gut. Wayne releases the hold and Storm and hits the ropes and nails Wayne with a Thesz Press. Storm gets up and climbs to the second rope. Wayne gets to his feet and Storm jumps. Wayne greets him with a fist to the face that causes Storm to do a little jump before staggering backwards. Storm shakes it off and comes at Wayne again, who hiptosses the New Blood member. Wayne grabs the arm and starts driving his knee into the bicep of Storm. Storm reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and rolls Wayne up into a small package. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Wayne. Both men get to their feet and Storm kicks Wayne in the stomach. Wayne doubles over a bit and Storm gives him a sitdown pedigree! Storm gets up and smiles, looking over his prone opponent. He propels off the ropes and hits with a moonsault! A cover and a count. 1...2...Wayne kicks out again. Strom picks Wayne up and tries a vertical suplex, but Wayne blocks, then reverses it. Wayne crawls over to the ropes for a breather as Storm clutches his back from the effects of the suplex. Both men make it to their feet and Wayne clocks Storm with a right hand. Storm fires back with a right hand of his own, then nails a forearm to Wayne's chest. He grabs him by the throat and executes a sitout chokeslam!
Doc: Nice one by the God Of Thunder!!! He and Jza are going to make a heck of a team!
Brad: We shall see, but they've got to watch their backs now that the Elite Establishment have them targeted.
Storm tries a cover. 1...2...Wayne manages to kick out just in time. A bit frustrated, Storm picks up Wayne once again and tries to set him up for a german suplex, but Wayne flips over backwards in the air and comes down behind Seann and grabs HIM in a german suplex! After a few seconds of shaking the daze off, both men get to their feet, but Wayne gets the advantage with several quick punches. Storm is sent reeling a bit and Wayne hits him with a jumping sidekick that floors him. Wayne rolls him over and tries to put him in the Netsplit, but Storm crawls away and grabs the ropes before the move can be completely executed. Wayne comes over and stomps on Storm's hand and tries to drag himback. Seann kicks him off and stands up. Wayne tries a dropkick, but Seann catches an ankle. Wayne hits the mat headfirst. Seann grabs the other leg and catapults Wayne face first into the corner turnbuckle. As Wayne steps back dazed, Storm grabs him and rolls him up. A count 1...2...kickout once more by "Shadow". Storm gets up and stomps on Wayne's head three times, then climbs to the top turnbuckle. He tries a shooting star press, but Wayne gets out of the way!
Brad: OHHH!! You could hear his head hit that canvas hard!! He might have damaged something ...his neck, his shoulder...
Doc: He's a god Brad! You can't hurt a god!
Kris staggers to his feet and stomps Storm once, then picks him up and hits him with a couple fo punches. Wayne whips Storm into the ropes and propels himself off to the left of where he threw Storm...and hits with a running bulldog! Wayne covers! 1...2... kickout by Storm. Wayne gets up and hits the ropes again and drops an elbow to Storm's midsection. He gets up and does it again! Another cover. 1...2...kickout by Storm once more. Wayne picks Storm up and tosses him into the corner. Kris charges in and hits with a clothesline. Storm staggers comically out of the corner and Kris climbs the turnbuckle behind him and executes a top rope bulldog!!! Jason Pryde yells "Cover Him!!" from outside the ring, but Kris decides to try something extra. Wayne climbs to the top rope. But he took too much time and Storm crawls over tot he ropes nearby and shakes them. Wayne loses his balance and falls ...crotching himself on the top rope. Kris collapses to the mat in tremendous discomfort. Storm groggily rises ...then collapses back to the mat in exhaustion. Both men lie still for seconds that seem like hours. Wayne gets to his feet after the ref almost counts them both down. Storm gets to one knee and Wayne plants a boot to his face, knocking him back to the mat. Wayne grabs his ankles and tries once more to roll him into the Netsplit but Storm reaches up and grabs him by the trunk and rolls him into a small package. 1...2..Wayne squirms out just in time.
Brad: Another close fall! Shadow is still hanging in there!
Doc: Storm is a veteran, there's no way this wannabe Wayne can pull this off! No way!
Both men get to their feet and Wayne hits the ropes. Storm leapfrogs Wayne as he rebounds and Wayne continues on. Wayne tries a flying hurricanrana, but Storm keeps his balance and turns it into ...the SEANN-TON BOMB! He covers, hooking the leg. 1...2...3!
Brad: Unfortunately Doc, you were correct on this one.
Doc: Quit pretending your suprised.
Frank: Hello everyone, I'm here right now to interview RAWF's
newest signing, Jake December. We're just waiting for him to arrive here
at the St. Louis Arena!
Suddenly, a pearl white Camaro stops abruptly just behind Frank
Manning. Manning jumps forward, avoiding to become roadkill.
Frank: Jesus!
The driver's side door opens and a man steps out, a plain white
painted face with black circles around his eyes and black lipstick. The man
is carrying a black duffle bag and has somewhat of a dark stare cast at
Frank Manning. Manning scoots around the Camaro and holds the mic to
his lips.
Frank: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here now with Jake December,
one of the newest superstars of RAWF. Mr. December, tell us a little
about yourself...
Manning holds the mic towards December. December only stares at the
interviewer with a somewhat irritated expression.
Jake December: I'm not much of a talker unless I have something worth
talking about...
Frank: Wait, at least answer me this ...What are your plans in
RAWF?
December stops for a moment, looking back at Manning. Manning holds
the mic towards December. December simply scoffs before walking away into
the St. Louis Arena. The camera follows him as he passes Adz walking
through the hallway. Adz gets a grin on his face and turns around.
Adz: Hey, new boy!
Pausing, December stops in his tracks before turning around.
Adz: Make yourself useful and go get me a soda outta the machine!
Adz turns back around, laughing to himself. December smiles while
taking a mental note in his head. He walks to the coke machine and puts in
his coins. He grabs the coke after it tumbles into the open slot. He
then walks in the direction that Adz was going. He catches up to Adz and
Adz turns around as he hears December's footsteps.
Adz: ...You got me a soda? Hey, thanks man! How did you know I wanted one? Oh well, never mind. You're not too bad! You
know ...with my help, you could be the best in RAWF, I bet. I'm Adz, new
boy.
December simply smiles as he hands the coke out towards Adz. Adz
extends his hand and December grabs his arm, dropping the coke to the floor
and short-arm clotheslining Adz to the concrete floor. When Adz gets
up, December is holding the coke can in his hand. Adz turns to face him,
but is smashed with the full, unopened can of coke. Adz falls to the
floor and December stands over him and the spraying coke can.
Jake : Nice to meet ya, Adz. I'm Jake December. You'll be
seein' me around.
The camera fades from the backstage area back to the ring.
The arena goes dark and the sound of a woman giggling is heard and then her voice says..
Frank Manning stands outside St. Louis Arena near the drive up terminal.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
Levitan: From Jzaria ....weighing 200 pounds ....this is "The Broken Angel" JZA RIAN!!!!
Lights flash on and off as he arrogantly turns round and slowly walks to the ring keeping his head down at all times so his face cannot be seen and slides in. He lies in the ring motionless for a few seconds. He suddenly jumps up arms out stretched and red liquid (made to resemble blood) comes pouring out the sides of the Radi-tron into resevoirs at the base. Eventually, the "blood" stops and Jza removes his trenchcoat.
Brad: After what happened on "Baggs Unleashed" earlier, I think we are going to have one hell of a grudge match here Doc. Of course, all members of The New Blood and The Elite Establishment have been kicked out of the building to make sure this match doesn't have any interference.
Doc: I don't think its fair that the Establishment had to be kicked out, but I guess as long as The New Blood were treated to the same punishment it won't matter because Shawn Dee is the superior athlete in my opinion. He should be able to handle Rian.
Levitan: And his opponent...
"Right/Wrong" by DMX plays. The fans give a suprising reaction ...they are about fifty fifty cheering and booing.
Levitan: From Atlanta, Georgia ...weighing 256 pounds ... he is one half of the RAWF World Tag Team Champions....this is "SENSATIONAL" SHAWN DEE!!!
With the World Tag Team Title around the waist of his green and black tights, Dee walks out onto the stage, a can of Mountain Dew in hand. He lifts it and salutes Jza, then guzzles it down. He tosses the can into the crowd, then saunters down the ramp and climbs into the ring where Jza immediately attacks him with a clothesline.
Brad: Jza wasting no time!!
Doc: He's going to need to resort to treachery if he wants to stand a chance against the Mountain Dew Powered S.O.B.!!
Dee gets up and is hit by a Rian savate kick to the back of the head. Dee stumbles forward, trying to stay upright, but hits the corner turnbuckle face first. He bounces off and spins around only to be met by a frankensteiner by Rian! Jza immediate pounces on top of Dee and starts hitting him with short punches to the face. Rian gets up and removes Dee's Championship belt! He holds it up and parades around with it for a moment, then rears back with it as if to hit Dee with it. The ref gets in his way, warning him of disqualification. Jza sneers and shoves the ref aside, but Dee sees his opening and takes it. A low blow to Jza's nether regions forces him to drop the belt and double over. As the ref kicks the belt out of the ring, Dee gets up and gives Jza a stunner.
Doc: See what Mountain Dew can do for you??? Surges of adrenaline and a heighten awareness of what's going on allow Dee to get the upperhand when it looks like he's down and out!
Brad: An interesting analysis Doc. Totally unfounded, but interesting. Dee now, going to work on the leg of Jza Rian. He stomps on the left knee, then grabs the ankle and drops an elbow to that knee.
He gets up and drags Jza over to the corner. Dee slides under the ropes and grabs both of Jza'a ankles and yanks back for all he's worth. Jza's groin hits the steel post and the crowd groans in unison as they imagine the agony Jza must now be experiencing. Dee swings an ankle out wide, then jams Jza's knee into the post. Rian yells in pain. Dee crawls back into the ring and stomps on Rian for a bit. He picks him up and executes a backbreaker, then tries to put on a figure four. Jza kicks him in the rear as he's trying to apply the hold and Dee goes crashing face first into the turnbuckle. Jza gets up gingerly while Dee shakes off the fuzz. Jza charges him and monkey flips him out of the corner. Jza gets up, propels himself off the ropes and hits with a legdrop. Jza gets up again and runs toward the corner and bounces back and hits a Reality Check! Dee writhes in pain as Jza's knees connect with his face and nose. Jza picks him up and we see a trickle of blood starting to come out of one of Dee's nostrils. Jza hits the ropes again and try to hit a flying bodypress, but Dee catches him and gives him a backbreaker. Dee falls to one knee to catch his breath while Jza lies on the mat, but starts to get up.
Brad: Great action thus far in this match! Jza has a lot of great moves in his arsenal, but is it enough to counter the strength and savy of Shawn Dee?
Doc: How often do I have to repeat myself? The answer is a resounding NO!
Brad: Quit mincing words Doc, tell the folks how you REALLY feel.
Both men stand up and go at each other. The action is starting to build to a pitch here as the
two exchange rights. Jza fakes a left and plants a
kick to Dee's side. Dee, a little stunned gets
whipped into the ropes and is met with a standing
dropkick by the limber Jza. Dee is down as Jza mounts
and starts delivering headshots while bracing the back
of Dee's head. The ref is warning Jza off of him and
reluctantly, Jza does so. Jza picks Dee up by the
hair and after a knee to the midsection, delivers the
Apollyon. Dee goes down and Jza goes for the cover
1.. A one and two thirds count is all Jza gets. Jza
immediately goes for the cover again and barely gets a
one count as Dee kicks out again. Jza, getting a
little iritated, picks up Dee again and once again
whips him into the ropes. Dee rebounds as Jza goes
for a spinning kick, Dee ducks and rebounds off the
opposite ropes, Jza turns back towards Dee and gets
met with a perfectly timed flying forearm shot. Jza
is down and Dee is feeling the effects of that
adrenaline burst as both men attempt to rise to their feet.
Brad: You can almost feel the natural rivalry of these two men. It's almost as if The New Blood and The Elite Establishment were all here fighting it out!
Doc: This has the makings of a brutal feud, no doubt. But The New Blood are only three, the Establishment outnumber them. They can't beat the odds.
Dee charges and hits Jza with a clothesline, taking him to the mat. Dee stomps Jza viciously a couple of times, then picks him up, positions him for a piledriver, and delivers it! Dee tries a cover, but Jza manages to kick out after a two count. Dee attempts another piledriver, but this time it's reversed and Jza back bodydrops Dee to the mat. Jza falls to his knees from the effort while Dee slowly gets up and comes back at him. Just as Dee is about to hit him, Jza nails him with a low blow. Dee grabs himself and starts limping around as Jza gets to his feet, hits the ropes, and executes a crucifix! The ref counts 1...2...Dee kicks out. Jza jabs Dee in the gut then lifts him up and does a falling body slam! Jza then goes for another cover, 1...2... Dee kicks out once more. Jza picks him up and hits a scoop slam on him, then climbs to the top rope. Jza leaps off connecting with a flying headbutt! Jza then goes for the cover, 1...2... Dee STILL kicks out! Meanwhile, someone has come out of the curtain as is strolling down the ramp much to the fans excitement ...and confusion. Matt "Daddy" Higgerson has arrived at ringside, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Jza picks Dee up and lifts him into the DVD position but Dee clocks Jza causing Dee to fall on top of him with the cover, 1...2... Jza kicks out! Dee slowly stands up with blood dripping from his mouth and down his chest, but he still manages to pick Jza up. As Jza is getting up he quickly breaks away and kicks Dee in the gut and goes for a stunner but Dee shoves him forward into the turnbuckle! Jza hits with his chest and steps back into Dee who grabs him for a german suplex but Jza pulls Dee down with a snapmare effectively saving himself. Shawn sits up and Jza backs up, charging forward, kicking Dee square in the back knocking the wind out of him. Dee falls to the side as Jza goes for the cover, 1...2... Dee kicks out. Jza jumps up mad and begins just kicking Dee repeatedly in the gut and chest area. Dee gets backed into a corner as Jza is still kicking away at the Tag Team Champion's chest. A strange thing happens then.... Dee hears the fans mysteriously chanting his name and catches one of Jza's feet and flips Jza backwards causing him to land on his neck. Dee pulls himself to his feet and the crowd cheers. Dee ignores them however and picks Jza up, whips him into the ropes and plants a boot to his face, knocking him back to the mat! Dee propels himself into the ropes ...and gets tripped up by Higgerson!!! The crowd protests in confusion as Dee hits the canvas face first.
Doc: What the hell is that moron Higgerson doing?????
Brad: Your guess is as good as mine Doc!
With a sly grin, Higgerson walks over and grabs Dee's tag belt as Jza gets up. Higgerson yells to Rian to catch and tosses him the belt. The ref begins to protest and Higgerson gets up on the ring apron to distract him. Jza waits patiently for Dee to get to his feet, then charges, brandishing the belt. But Shawn ducks and Jza steps past him. Dee kicks Jza in the gut, then delivers an elbow to the face. Jza drops the belt and Dee quickly picks it up. Higgerson sees this and tries to get the ref to turn around, but the ref continues warning him to go away. Dee clocks Jza across the face with the belt as Higgerson reluctantly drops down, hoping the ref will catch Dee. But Shawn slides his belt out of the ring just as the ref turns around. Dee covers! Ref counts 1...2...3!!!
Doc: HAHA! I don't know what that idiot Higgerson was up to, but it backfired on him big time!!
Brad: But it's not over Doc! Higgerson into the ring!! He clocks Dee as he's getting up!!!
Higgerson pummels Dee with about a dozen punches to the face. Higgerson backs up and shrugs off his jacket..... revealing a NEW BLOOD T-SHIRT!! He picks the tag champ up and gives him a Matt Daddy Drop!! Jza gets up groggily, but then he and Matt team up to stomp Dee into oblivion. The ref tries to stop it, but Higgerson shoves him away and keeps stomping. Finally, security has to return and get The New Blood out of there. Paramedics help Dee to the back.
Brad: So now we know. The New Blood consists of four! Seann Storm, Jza Rian, Zak Hackett, and MATT HIGGERSON. I guess Matt is still feeling resentment towaqrds The Establishment for kicking him out a few weeks ago. We'll be back after these messages folks!
Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring at this time.... �Tha
Main Event Playa�.... G-SEEEEEEEEEX!!!!
The fans get to their feet as G-Sex starts his slow cocky swagger to
the ring, he is wearing cream Tims, baggy blue denim jeans with
�G-WEAR� in white letters on the side of the right leg, he is also wearing a
matching denim jacket with �G-WEAR� on the left upper pocket and along
the back, with a black t-shirt
Brad: I can�t believe it! G 2 Tha X, �Tha Main Event Playa� is
here! Some have called him the most sought after free agent in the history of this
industry!!!
Doc: Meh, personally I think he�s highly over rated.
Brad: What are you talking about!? He�s one of the hottest superstars at
the moment! Listen to these fans ..... they love him!!!!
Doc: Fans don�t mean a thing, how many World Titles has he won?
Brad: �..
Doc: Yeah exactly! He hasn�t proven a damn thing!
G-Sex hops on the apron and slowly turns around to face the fans as
they scream for him and flashbulbs explode, once in the ring G-Sex
stands on the second turnbuckle and stares out at the rabid arena, the
glittering flashbulbs resemble a sea of exploding stars, G-Sex stands in the
middle of the ring and as the music fades and lights return to normal
he grabs a mic.
Brad: WOW ......listen to this ovation!!!
Doc: I�ve heard a lot better, this isn�t even close to a Damage Inc.
reaction.
Brad: Be serious!
G-Sex raises the mic to his lips, but before he can utter a single
syllable the fans roar and begin to chant his name, eager to cheer a new
superstar. "G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX!" G 2 Tha X raises the mic again and this time the fans fall silent.
G-Sex: Yo, yo �.. Saint Louie �.. Whats p-o-o-o-o-ppin�!!!!!!!!
The entire arena cheers.
G-Sex: It�s great to be here in the big STL! Best known as the home of
the Cardinals ��. No, Scratch Dat! STL is best known as the home of the
Rams �� No, Scratch
G-Sex and Fans in unison: DAT!
G-Sex: S-T-To the L is best known for that big ole� arch �.. No
Fans: SCRATCH DAT!!
G-Sex: St. Louis is best known for having the greatest, Double R, down
and dirty poon-tang-a-lang this side of the Mississippi!!
A HUGE POP now from the crowd.
Brad: HAHA!
Doc: He can�t say that!
G-Sex: I have been through a lot in this industry to end up where I am
today, as I stand before you undoubtedly �The hottest thang is sports
entertainment!� I�ve done it all and seen it all, the Main events, the
bloodshed, the pain, the injuries, the screw jobs, the wins the losses
and I have done it all, sacrificed everything, put my body on the line
for one reason and one reason only, to be here in the RAWF!
ANOTHER HUGE POP from the fans.
Brad: He has arrived, he is making that loud and clear!!!
Doc: Somebody get this clown outta here, please!
G-Sex: I been whuppin� BeHootches 1-2-3 all over the world, in Mexico,
un-dos-dres, in New Zealand Tahi-rua-toru, in Japan ich-ni �. Umm, in
Japan ich-ni �� umm, ich-niiiiiiiii basically I just whup a lot of ass!
And now I�m here in RAWF, where the big boys play, and I�m here for one
thang, one thang! And that�s the RAWF World Title!
The fans cheer as G-Sex makes a belt motion around his waist.
Doc: You gotta be kidding me!!!
Doc: I can't believe what just happened. I'll give Higgerson credit for having some testicles enough to do this. But that's about all I'll give him.
The fans begin to simmer as the arena lights dim and bright coloured
lights flicker as a steady drum beat plays over the speakers, the
wrestling savvy fans begin to cheer as the words THA-MAIN-EVENT-PLAYA flash
over the Radi-Tron. The crowd noise is considerably louder as most fans
realize what G-2-THA-X means as that flashes across the big screen, the
lights than go out all together and the arena is cloaked in darkness as
the drum beat stops �� A sudden flash of light as pyros explode on the
entrance ramp immediately followed by the pounding bass line of 2Pac�s
�Still Ballin�� the arena is seemingly rocked to its very foundations
by the pop that greets G-Sex as he appears at the top of the ramp!
I want to ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long."
Highway: Woah hold up there slick! I don�t know how they did at your
old company, but here in RAWF you don�t just walk in and start demanding
titles shots!
The crowd rips off a long "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Doc: Yeah that�s right!
Highway: The fans might be impressed by your catch phrases, but I�m
not, all I know is, I got a locker room full of hungry wrestlers back
there, each and everyone of them more deserving than you! You just got
here, and G-Sex I�m gonna tell you how this is gonna work.
The fans start chanting "G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX!" Highway ignores them. The fans pop as G-Sex removes his jacket and then continues to
eyeball Highway.
Highway: As far as I�m concerned you are a long, long way away from the
World Title, you�re not even on the same page as those guys. You will
have to earn your stripes! Earn your shots! And that is exactly what you
will begin to do next week when you face ....... APOCALYPSE!!! In that very ring!
The arena begins to simmer as G-Sex raises the mic
G-Sex: Hell Tommy thats cool with me, I wouldn�t have it any other way,
everybody has got to earn respect, everybody has got to earn a living,
I earn mine by being �THE Hottest Thang in Sports Entertainment� your
wife earns hers by selling cheap Japanese liquor.
Brad: Whats he talking about?
Doc: Uh-oh I don�t like where this is heading.
Highway: Cheap Japanese liquor? What the hell?
G-Sex: Yeah you heard me, right here in St Louie, on 69th and Main I
walked past your wife and she was standing on the corner, every guy that
walked past, she�d grab them say
$2 Suckey, $2 Suckey!
There is a monster pop as Highway begins to tremble with anger.
Doc: This guy needs to learn some respect!
G-Sex: So STL I need you to tell me how Highway earns his living? By
being an astute leader??
"SCRATCH DAT!"
G-Sex: By using his good looks to increase the profile of this company?
"SCRATCH DAT!"
G-Sex: Or is it by being THE biggest e-yore, e-yore jack-ass this
industry as ever seen!
Another huge pop.
Brad: HAHA this kid isn�t scared!
G-Sex: So next week debut of �Tha Main Event Playa� Monday Night Chaos,
oh it�s on! CAN I GET A WITNESS!
G-Sex�s music hits as Highway�s face is a mask of anger.
Brad: G-Sex has made his presence felt and next week will be his debut
match!!!!!
Doc: Yeah and the idiot has p�d one of his bosses off already!
Brad: I have a feeling that things are gonna get very interesting,
we�ll be right back folks, with our MAIN EVENT!! STAY TUNED!!!
BIG KAHUNA VS. ALEX LAYNE (C)
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Radical American Wrestling Federation's World Heavyweight Championship!!!!!...introducing first, the challenger...
Always find another door
While at the gates of paradise they beat us down some more
But our mission's set in stone
'Cause the writing's on the wall
I'll scream it from the mountain tops pride comes before a fall
So many thoughts to share
All this energy to give
Unlike those who hide the truth I tell like it is
If the truth will set you free
I Feel sorry for your soul
Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls
"Freedom Fighter" by Creed signals the coming of the Hawaiian Titan. Multi-colored pyro explodes and Kahuna comes out to a mostly anti-Kahuna crowd.
Levitan: ... from the Honolulu, Hawaii...weighing in at 284 pounds...BIIIIIG KAHUUUUUUNNNAAAA!!!
The Big Hawaiian notices a fairly verbal fan alomg the railing. The fan shouts something detrimental about Lola, and Kahuna tries to attack him. Only security saves the fans from a sure beating, and Kahuna from sure jail time and lawsuits. Now with personal escort, the rabid challenger, with all the fury of hell itself, gets in the ring ready for a Title Match.
Doc: He's fired up! He's going to do it! Tonight is his night...he'll climb that mountain, he'll bag the prize...
Brad: He'll hear endless cliches! Kahuna looks more ready than I ever seen him. He'll need it, too. Layne wants no part of losing on his first defense! He is too proud for that!
Doc: He can be as proud as he wants to be...if he gets slapped in the Rainbow Slam, of hooked in the Haleakala Stretch...stick a fork in him, because he will be done!
Levitan: ...and his opponent...
Can you feel I'm not like you anymore
I cant see I can't breath
See you quiver like the dogs on the streets
Looking down on as I beat you
Its a bad religion from a broken nation
Its a contradiction
And I cant take it anymore Who's to say I wont like you anyway
Take a deep breath I'm alive
Can you hear me im alive inside of you
Agony creeps up behind you...
Its a bad religion from a broken nation
Its a contradiction
And I can't take it any f***ing more
Its a bad religion from a broken nation
Its a contradiction
Can you feel it? I gotta live it with everyday
I cant take the pressure, I'm goin insane
Now go away!
Go away!
Levitan: ...from Birmingham, Alabama...weighing in at 258 pounds... he is the RAWF Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooorrrlld! ...ALEX LAYNE!!!
Layne emerges from the "fog" at ringside. Before he comes totally visible, the ringlights make their way to his Title belt, and the gleam off of the Heavyweight Championship acts like a harbinger, signalling his coming. The fans cheer when he steps on the apron. They cheer even more, when the smoke starts clearing. Layne mounts the second turnbuckle in every corner, holds up his Title, and soaks in the admiration from the fans. On the last turnbuckle, he holds the belt up, and Kahuna grabs him from behind, German suplexing him away from his clebration. The fans boo like crazy. Big Kahuna rapidly assaults him with several punches, headbutts, and chops. Whipping him into the corner, he smacks away at the champ's chest, making it bright red. Just then, familiar music fires up once again...
I want to ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long."
Brad: Again? Haven't we had our quota of Highway tonight? He wants to ref again? Vice, get him out of here!
Doc: Keep him out... Mr. Highway is Mr. Law and Order when it comes to calling a match!
Brad: Did you even see that tag match he officiated? Did you not pay attention?
Highway: Whoah, Whoah, Whoah! Mr. Referee...your services are no longer needed tonight, you have obviously lost control. I am the man who can keep the peace and make sure that NOTHING ruins this important Title Match.
The Commissioner looks around and smiles as the fans give him hell.
Highway: You see...I know Alex Layne. He is a lucky bum that got all of the breaks in his big match with the man called Dirge. Dirge was robbed...ROBBED, and this...cocky bastard wants everyone to think he is great? Just like that G-Sex piece of garbage...coming in here thinking he is great. Both of you are worthless when compared to me! Layne...you cost the real champ his belt. I din't protect Dirge for over four months for nothing. That man is pure money...you are pure trash! You had better be on your game, because I wont help you like the last ref did...I'm calling it down the middle!
The crowd starts booing some more, after that last comment..and the the "Miami Vice" theme starts up. Highway whips around, looking at the ramp. Johnathan Vice, with a ref shirt on, comes walking down!
Vice: Look, Tom...the last time you officiated a match...You quite frankly...sucked!
The fans cheer THAT comment!
Vice: You can be the referee...but I will be the special enforcer outside the ring. You pull anything funny, you will regret it!
Highway: That's fine, John...you stay out there and take notes on how to work a match!
Doc: With the Commish out there...we don't need a special enforcer! Jeez...Kahuna tries to get an early start and all hell breaks loose out here!
Brad: Somehow, I don't think this has anything to do with Kahuna jumping the gun...
Highway calls for the bell, and Layne immediately runs and hits Kahuna with a high knee. Kahuna, caught unawares because of the commotion surrounding the beginning of the match, flies back into the ropes, then bounces off, to be met with a dropkick. The champ then wraps his arms around the granite-like challenger, and hits a belly to belly suplex. The crowd roars with delight at Layne's effort to hit that move on the Big Hawaiian. Kahuna gets to his feet and rakes Layne's eyes. Whipping him into the ropes, Alex ducks a clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes, leaps at B.K. and is caught by the challenger! Alex throws an elbow into Kahuna'a temple, causing the challenger to fall back, after all. Layne lands on him, making a cover...1-power kickout! Kahuna presses him halfway across the ring. Layne gets up and charges, leaping over Kahuna, and hitting a sunset flip...1-kickout! Alex hits Kahuna with a few shots as the Hawaiian gets to a vertical base. Kahuna shrugs them off and lays in his own chops.
Brad: So far, neither Highway or Vice any kind of factor in the match.
Doc: I don't think those two really want a fiasco. This is for the World Title...not something you want to mess up!
B.K. locks up with the champ, and grabs Alex in a headlock. Layne picks him up and suplexes him back, breaking the hold. The World champ then slaps on a reverse chin lock, but Highway immediately calls for a break, saying that it was a choke. Vice gets on the apron and yells a few words at Highway...describing such things as "fines," and "docked pay." Kahuna takes advantage of the situation, and hits Layne from behind as he was beefing with Highway, too. Whipping Layne into the ropes, Kahuna bounces off the opposite ropes as well, and he hits a high cross body block. The weight of the mammoth wrestler crashes down on the champ. Highway makes a fast count...1-2-kickout! Vice starts slapping the mat, demonstrating proper counting technique, and gives him another warning. Kahuna drags Alex up, then body slams him. Getting him up again, he tries for an atomic drop, but Alex lets his momentum carry him forward so that he misses Big Kahuna's knee. Layne drops down and mule kicks Kahuna, bending him over. Alex gets up double thrusts Kahuna in the throat, then hits a jawbreaker, sending the challenger to the mat. Grabbing both of B.K.'s thick legs, the champ slingshot catapults the challenger so that he is clotheslined on the top rope. Kahuna staggers back, Layne loops his legs onto Kahuna's shoulders, and flips him over into a pinning predicament. Highway makes the count...1------------2----------Vice starts screaming, "Make the damned count already!"------kickout! Highway signals that it was just a two count. Layne gets in Highway's face, saying, "What the hell was that?" The Commish answers, "A count, you lucky-never-should-have-been-champ-two-bit-bum!" Kahuna comes from behind and rolls Alex up...1-2-kickout! Vice gets in the ring and stops Alex from attacking Highway. "This has cost you 1,000 dollars so far...keep it up!" "Screw you, Vice...that's pocket change!" Layne forearms Kahuna and Irish-whips him into Highway, knocking him down. Thomas gets up and starts to call for the bell, when Kahuna says, "Don't you even pull that crap. If you DQ him, I don't get the Title!" Vice and Layne wear matching grins when they see how frustrated Highway has become. Calling for a return of the action, both men go for the lock-up, and Kahuna beats down the smaller Layne. Putting Layne in a human torture rack, Alex screams in pain, and Highway calls for the bell! B.K. drops Alex and Vice gets on the apron and waives it off. Looking at Highway, he says, "Do something original, if you're going to do it! I can't let that bulls*** stand, and you know it. Mad at seing the "submission" overturned, Kahuna dives into Layne, nailing various fists. Getting up, he demonstartes proper brainbuster technique on the World champ.
Doc: I guess Vice and Highway don't mind making this a circus after all.
Brad: Circus. Yes. Proper word for this, although it is curiously entertaining. Can't we just have a straight match around here?
Alex Layne begins to stir a little after receiving that devastating brainbuster from BK. As Kahuna sits up, trying to gather himself before laying out another offensive attack, Highway is trying to roll Layne over to BK, to get the pin. As Layne is being rolled over, Vice climbs to the edge of the ring and begins to argue with Highway, causing Highway to forget what he was doing and walking towards Vice. As the two RAWF staff members argue, Kahuna and Layne both stand up, facing each other. Kahuna takes a swing, but is blocked by Layne and receives a quick jab. Kahuna tries another roundhouse punch, but Layne blocks it again and delivers a stiffer jab. Kahuna, who is beginning to get dizzy, tries for a third roundhouse punch, swings, and misses as Layne ducks. As BK swings around, Layne wraps his arms around his mid section and delivers a belly-to-back suplex, making the crowd go crazy. Layne crawls to the corner to lean against the bottom turnbuckle to catch his breath, while Wesley Richards is trying to cheer him on. After seeing that spectacular move, Vice throws his arms up in the air, smiles, and jumps off the edge of the ring. Highway, happy that he finally won an argument against Vice, turns around and is shocked that Kahuna is on the ground in pain. Highway looks at Layne at the corner and is met with a cocky smile as Layne gives the middle finger to the Commissioner. As Kahuna gets to his feet, Layne spears him, hooks a leg, and goes for the cover...1---2---kickout! He gets a polite, "Watch it!" from Vice. Layne climbs to the top rope, hits a missile dropkick as flashes go off everywhere, and makes the sign for the Laynemission. Cinching the challenger in the hold, Highway checks, rechecks, and calls for the break, saying that it is an illegal choke. Alex releases Kahuna, hits a standing dropkick on Highway, and grabs the Commissioner in a Laynemission. Knocking Highway out, Vice calls for the bell, and Layne is bewildered. Layne kicks Highway out of the ring in frustration, and he falls to the floor, unconscious. After conferring with Vice, the ref makes an announcement.
Referee: The winner as a result of a disqualification: Big Kahuna. Since he did not win by pinfall or submission, Alex Layne is still the World Heavyweight Champion.
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BIG KAHUNA!! |
Referee: However, due to the dubious nature of the ending to the previous match, V.P. of operation Johnathan Vice has ordered a new match, right here, right now! Furthermore, the referee of this next match is...Johnathan Vice!
Brad: Vice is doing an awesome job of keeping this whole thing fair. If it wasn�t for him, we would have a new world champion by now.
Doc: Damn Jonathan Vice! Kahuna deserves to be the champion, he deserves that belt! Just hand it to him and be done with it!
The two men look out at the crowd as the fans roar with applause over the decision. The two warriors stare at each other, then Kahuna charges the champ. Layne sidesteps, then hits a single leg-trip. Alex Layne smiles confidently at Big Kahuna as Kahuna stands up. Layne is feeling plenty confident having thus far fought a solid match, beat down Highway, and hace Vice as the ref. With the crowd firmly behind him, he motions for Kahuna to come get him. The Hawaiian Titan walks over to Layne, who stands there smiling and pokes him in the chest. Layne looks down and takes exception to this and shoves Kahuna. Kahuna takes a step back up to Layne and with quickness that Layne doesn�t expect, nails him in the gut with a boot, followed by a thunderous DDT. Kahuna quickly pulls the stunned Layne to his feet and applies a bear hug. Layne is rather relieved his arms are free, and makes Kahuna pay for this mistake with a shot to the face. Layne is dropped and goes down to his knees and Kahuna staggers backwards into the ropes. The Champ stands up to the crowd�s approval and takes Kahuna by the arm and whips him towards the other side. Layne sets up for a bear hug of his own, but Kahuna counters with a massive Lou Thesz Press! He unleashes some big right hands to Layne�s face. Kahuna stands up and Layne attempts to roll away, but is caught as Kahuna grabs a handful of his hair. Layne is hauled to his feet and scooped up for a body slam, followed by a leg drop across the neck. As Layne rolls away holding his throat, Kahuna stalks him and pulls him to the center of the ring. There he applies a Surfboard, stretching Layne like an old Stretch Armstrong. He holds this move for maybe fifteen seconds. When it is obvious that Layne will not give up, Kahuna lets him drop to the mat and stands up, damage done. With a very evil and devious looking smile on his face, Kahuna peels Layne up and tries to set him for the Rainbow Slam, only to have Layne squirm away and roll out of the ring to take a breather. Kahuna follows him out, a little frustrated that Layne escaped the Slam�
Brad: Now this thing resembles a match! Let's have a clean winner...
Doc: Neither one of these sweaty baboons looks very clean...but my money is still on Kahuna...he already beat Layne once tonight!
Outside, the two start trading punches. Kahuna gets the better end of it, and Layne is forced to back up. As he backs up, he trips over Highways prone body. Layne thinks to himself, "Damn, this guy screws with me when is is out of it, too. Doesn't he ever give up?" Kahuna gets a chair, Vice gets outside of the ring, and Alex crawls to a spot where he can get to furniture. Both men wielding steel, Vice decies now is not a good time to get in the middle of that...and since they BOTH have chairs outside the ring, he figures..."what the hell." Doing the one thing that was both safe and effective, Vice gets in teh ring and starts a count...1-2-3-Both men start wailing away with the chairs, trading shots and opening each other up...4-5-6-7-8-Kahuna sends a crushing blow into Layne's skull, and he gets into the ring. Vice tells him in no uncertain terms that chairs are now forbidden in the match if he wants that belt. Kahuna yells back that he isn't his dad, he isn't a father figure, that he should just let him fight. Vice ignores that and looks out at Layne, who gets to his feet and back into the ring. B.K. grabs him and slaps on his version of the STF, known as the Haleakala Stretch! Highway stands up and moans in pain. Getting to the apron, he climbs back into the ring and Vice tyurns to meet him. At that point, Alex Layne starts tapping out! Kahuna looks at Vice in disbelief as he starts ordering Highway to the back area. Highway wont go, so Vice nails him with a punch, clotheslines him, and sends him over the top rope by the seat of his pants. Vice orders security to escort him away for now. Kahuna breaks the Stretch and goes after Vice. Spinning Vice around, Kahuna yells, "Damnit! He tapped out when you were having your lover's quarrel with Highway! Now give me my belt! IT IS MINE!" Alex comes from behind and nails a reverse DDT, tenprarily silencing the tirade. The champ pulls the challenger to his feet.
Doc: This isn't pretty, if Layne doesn't finish him off, I really feel sorry for him!
Brad: I have to agree, B.K. is in a fouler mood than Croc was earlier...
Layne goes to whip Kahuna into the ropes, but Kahuna reverses and sends Layne into the ropes. On the rebound Kahuna scoops Layne up looking for the Rainbow Slam!! He twirls around slightly with Layne, as Layne's legs accidently knock Vice out!
Doc: How unlikely...
Kahuna connects with the Rainbow Slam on Layne!! Kahuna hooks the leg, only to see Vice out cold. Kahuna slaps the mat in frustration before trying to revive him, rather roughly. Layne staggers to his feet as Pickles comes running down the ramp with a steel chair in his hand. He slides into the ring as all three men stare, trading looks back and forth. Kahuna smiles at Pickles who smiles back and slaps the chair on the canvas before walking towards Layne who's daring Pickles to hit him.
Brad: Look at the guts of Layne! He's clearly outnumbered!
Doc: He had the match lost anyway! In fact, he lost A match already! You saw that! Finish it off Pickles! WHAT THE!!!
Pickles had turned at the last moment and waffled Kahuna with the steel chair. Kahuna hit the floor from sheer exhaustion from the match as Pickles throws the chair out of the ring, and heads up the ramp, never looking back. Layne gives Pickles an extremly odd look as he sees that Vice is coming to. Layne slaps the Layne-mission on Kahuna as the referee picks B.K.'s arm up three times, only to see it drop three times. Vice calls for the bell! Layne celebrates and the crowd goes wild. Layne grabs the championship and raises it high. Going to all of the turnbuckles he poses while fans snap shots of the champ with the belt.
Doc: Travesty...TRA-VE-STY!! Highway wouldn't have allowed that crap! If the Commish had of been here, Pickles would've been thrown out! Vice did a lousy job!
Brad: He did a fantastic job! He can only call what he can see!
Kahuna comes to consciousness again, and sees Layne celebrating on the turnbuckle. Rolling out, he grabs a chair and gets into the ring. Swinging for home, he nails Vice. Hearing the chair shot, Layne turns around, and gets hit hard, the power of which knocks him over the top rope and onto the arena floor. The Hawaiian gets outside, grabs the strap, and puts it around his waist. With chair in hand so he can find Pickles, Kahuna starts walking up the ramp, stops, turns around and shouts at Vice, who has started to stand up..."I told you this was MINE!" He then stomps backstage to find Pickles.
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ALEX LAYNE! |