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(Boiler Room Match) ARSENAL X* VS. CROC |
Brad: We now take you deep ino the bowels of The Palace Of Auburn Hills ...to it's boiler room! The Ironamn Championship match will take place there!
Doc: This oughtta be good!
The camera pans to the hallway outside the boiler room where we see Croc coming towards us. A referee is following quietly behind him. He stops at the door, which is slightly ajar, and slowly pushes it open. The metal door squeals loudly and he grimaces.
Croc: Damnit.
Croc enters the room and looks around. In the darkness we can hear the humming of the boiler itself and see tons of clutter. Ladders, crates, old furniture, a discarded basketball hoop, and a old dusty desk are among the items placed around the dirty and dark boiler room. Croc takes a few steps in, peering around for his adversary.
Croc: Come on X, I haven't got all night you know. Get out here and except your ass kicking like a ..
Suddenly and from above, Arsenal drops down from a rope and nails Croc with a kick to the chest, sending him flying into a stack of crates. The crates burst open upon impact and fall over the Aussie Icon. The crates contained old newspapers tied into bundles. Croc is literally buried under them. X throws aside a few bundles and unearths Croc. He drags him to his feet and slgus him with a few right hands, then delivers a nasty looking karate chop to the throat. Croc gags and clutches at his windpipe, stumbling away. Arsenal pursues him across the room and grabs him by the hair. He executes a reverse DDT on the concrete floor! He covers Croc and the ref counts 1...2... Croc kicks out. Arsenal stomps on him a few times, then walks over and picks up the basketball hoop, complete with glass backboard. He holds it with both hands and waits for Croc to climb to his feet. When the challenger does so, X charges and cracks him across the head with the backboard, shattering the glass and felling Croc. X takes the hoop itself, now free of the backboard and sticks it over Croc's head and around his neck. He starts dragging the Aussie around the room. Croc, now bleeding from the forehead, grabs the hoop around his neck and tries to release himself. X let's him go and Croc rolls over to the desk and pulls himself up on it. X takes a flying run and leaps at Croc, who ducks and X crashes into the desk. It busts right in half and X is sprawled out over it. Croc takes a minute to rest and wipe the blood from his eyes.
Brad: I thought it was going to be over there rather quickly! Croc has taken one hell of a beating thus far!!
Doc: Well, when the CEO of the company tells you to destroy someone, you do your damn best to comply....especially if that person is Kit. But she may have made Arsenal bite off more than he can chew!
Croc stumbles over to where X is lying on the shattered desk and drops an elbow on him. The Aussie Icon then gets up and kicks the Ironman Champion right in the face. He walks over and grabs a broom from next to a wash sink as X is getting up. Croc swings and cracks the broom handle over Arsenal's back. The broom breaks on impact and X cries out in agony, falling to his knees. Croc pulss him up by the hair and walks him over to the sink. Croc turns on the spigot, then rifles a left handed punch to X, dropping him to the floor. Croc waits for the sink to fill up, then pulls the champ back to his feet and stuffs his head under the water!!
Brad: My god!!! He's trying to drown Arsenal X!!
Doc: Hey, that a croc's natural habitat anyways!! Why not use water as a weapon!
Brad: I've never seen a wrestling match lost due to drowning before, and I hope I'm not seeing it NOW!
Croc pulls X's head up and the champ takes a long gasping breath before Croc pushes his head under again. Croc cackles in glee as bubbles come gurgling up through the water. Croc pulls X up and then short arm clotheslines him back to the floor. Croc takes a minute to wash the blood off his face in the sink before looking around and spotting a cart with metal handles on each end of a long wooden platform. He picks X up, lifts him in bodyslam position and dumps him on the cart. Then, he takes one end of the cart and shoves with all his strength. The cart goes careening into another stack of crates. The crates topple on top of Arsenal, some shattering upon impact with the cart. Fortunately for the Ironman Champion, they look to be empty, but nonetheless the manuever was effective.
Brad: Arsenal X has been through some brutal matches in his reign as Ironman Champion, but have any of them been as dangerous as this one???
Doc: I feel a new era beginning Brad! The era of Croc as Ironman of RAWF!!!
As Croc begins to dig through
the broken crates, he finds Arsenal X sprawled on the
concrete floor, with the broken pieces scattered
everywhere. Croc stands over X and kneels down. He
lifts X�s head up and begins to throw stiff punches.
As X bobs in and out of consciousness, Croc stops
punching him and looks around for another weapon. Croc
searches the boiler room and finds a wooden
broomstick. He turns around and finds Arsenal X slowly
getting up from the debris. Croc sprints over to
prevent any type of comeback, but X quickly delivers a
kick to the stomach, making Croc bend over. X swipes
away the broomstick and breaks the stick in half over
the upper back region. Croc falls hard to the ground,
hitting his head against some of the broken chards of
the crates. Croc flips over and you can see his fore
head area become dark red, but no blood is pouring
out. X throws away the broken broomstick and delivers
some kicks before planting an elbow drop. Croc�s legs
kick up as X delivers another elbow to his sternum.
After the third elbow drop, X kicks up some of the
crates, hoping to find a weapon underneath. As X
breathes hard and wipes off some of the sweat, he
doesn�t notice that Croc is already to his knee. X
turns around in disgust that he could not find any
weapons and is met with a strong Crockick! X�s body
flies backwards and slides into another wall of
crates. X sits there dazedly and watches in horror as
the huge stacks of crates fall on top of him, with the
majority of them landing on top of him and breaking
into a million pieces.
Janitor: Errr.... excuse me, I just need to get a wrench, I'll be out of your way in a second.
Arsenal X: Damnit! Didn't they tell you we were having a match in here??
Janitor: Just be a second...
The janitor steps over the prone body of Croc and walks back into the dark part of the room and we can hear him rummaging around. X sighs and picks Croc up and slugs him with a couple of chops across the chest. Croc reels and limps over towards where the janitor disappeared to. X follows and grabs Croc by the back of the head, then rams him into the side of the boiler. Croc slumps to the floor. X stands over him, looking at his opponent, when all of a sudden, the janitor steps out and cracks X over the head with the wrench. X falls to the floor unconscious and the janitor pulls Croc over on top of X. The ref looks stunned, but makes a hesitant count. 1...2...3!
Brad: WHAT THE!!! Who the hell is that janitor????
The janitor removes his ballcap to reveal himself to be...CHRIS NEWTON! He helps Croc to his feet and gives him a hug!! The ref gives the Ironman belt to Croc, who gives it a bloody kiss. Behind Newton and Croc, X gets up and clocks Croc across the head with the wrench then kicks Newton in the groin and gives him a sitdown DDT on the concrete! But suddenly as X is sneering down at Croc and Newton, a new figure enters the fray.... StreeX comes charging at X and blasts him with a scissor kick. Then StreeX picks up the now former Ironman Champion, lifts him up ...and tosses him back into the pile of shattered crates. X disappears under the falling debris. SreeX helps his comrades up and they leave the room together, Croc clutching his new belt.
Doc: HA HA HA HA!! I think we've just seen the formation of a new power in the RAWF!! Croc, Newton, and StreeX!! What a trio that is!!
Brad: The reign of Arsenal X ends .... tragically.
Death: You sure you want to do this?
Taxes: Yeah, I�m sure G-Sex would understand. He hates Highway, too.
Kahuna looks up at both of them.
Kahuna: Highway needs a lesson. He�ll get one, in time. Rather or not I�m the one to teach it to him. Sabre was only here tonight because I kept nagging him to get him to come back and talk to everyone. What happened tonight was my fault.
Death walks up to Kahuna and looks down at him. Kahuna looks back up at the near seven footer.
Death: Sabre is a tough man. It is not yet his time.
Kahuna looks a bit confused by Death�s statement, the remembers whose talking.
Kahuna: Gee, thanks. I think. You guys going to have my back, right?
Taxes nods, even with his mask on, he looks ready.
Taxes: We got your back, big man. Don�t worry about that. You take care of business in the ring. That little weasel cost us that Title Shot tonight. We�ll get our belts back, but first, someone needs to be reminded that Audit�s can happen year round, and sometimes twice in the same year.
Death just stands there and looks menacing and scary, at which his is quite good. Kahuna nods and there is a knock at his door. Vice�s head pops in the door.
Vice: You ready to do this, Kahuna?
Kahuna stands up and walks with a purposeful stride over to the door where Vice stands.
Kahuna: Not even an act of God could stop me, now.
Vice gulps and gets out of the way. Kahuna heads out the door, The Inevitables following.
Vice: Yet another reason to be glad I�m not Highway.
Vice closes the door and we cut to a promo for....
BRAD: I cannot believe that X went
through another wall of crates. How much can his body
take with this type of punishment? He must still be
exhausted from his Lion�s Den match a week ago.
DOC: Another wall of crates? How
many crates do we have down there? Geez!
Croc digs his way through the crates and finds Arsenal. He drags him out of the debris and slugs him a few times. The Ironman Champion stumbles back against the wall. Croc tries a Crockick but X slumps down and Croc's foot hits the concrete wall. Croc howls in pain and hops around on one foot. He tries putting weight on the injured foot, but can't and falls to the floor. X gets his bearings and charges, baseball slide dropkicking Croc in the head! X hets up and goes over to the mop sink and grabs a mop bucket. The bucket is a dirty yellowish color with "CAUTION: WET FLOOR" printed in faded black lettering. He lifts it up and tosses it atop Croc's injured foot. The challenger howls in pain again. Then X grabs a metal pail and slams it down over Croc's head when he sits up. He holds Croc in a sitting position, while grabbing another mop , then bringing it down hard on the pail. Croc slumps back to the floor. X covers. Ref counts 1...2...Croc somehow manages to get a shoulder up. X pulls the pail off of Croc's head and blood starts trickling down The Aussie Icon's forehead again. X picks the challenger up and decks him with a few punches, then hits witha spinning heel kick that sends Croc flying into the steel door face first. X tries another cover in front of the door. Ref counts 1...2... the door opens, distracting the ref and stopping the count. In walks what appears to be a janitor. He is wearing overalls and a ballcap pulled down around his eyes.
Kahuna is sitting on a bench. He is lacing a boot as Death walks into the room. Taxes enters a moment later. They�re both dressed in �It�s Inevitable� t-shirts, jeans and cowboy boots.
JULY 6TH, 2003
FROM VETERANS STADIUM IN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
FEATURING.....
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Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first.... from Honolulu, Hawaii.... weighing 284 pounds ... this is BIG KAHUNA!!
The lights dim, but don�t go out. On the Radi-tron we see some words.
Pain and I are enemies.
Pain and I are familiar.
Vengence and I are enemies.
Vengence and I are familiar.
No man walks this Earth without seeking vengence.
Tonight I walk with both, and God help those in my path.
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
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp as the opening chords of "Freedom Fighter" by Creed rock the speakers. The crowd goes totally bonkers, for some odd reason, as Kahuna�s name appears on the Radi-tron and the big Hawaiian, flanked by Death and Taxes, walks around and stops at the top of the rampway. He is wearing black trunks with "Titan" on the back, and an RAWF T-Shirt with �Hawaiian Titan� on the back. The look on his face is very emotionless. He seems to be walking with either no feeling, or is trying to control himself so that he doesn�t rip half of the arena apart, looking for Highway and Jake December. As he walks to the ring, Death and Taxes walk down behind him. As Kahuna stalks up the steps, he looks around the arena, as if it just hit him everyone was cheering loudly for him. Chants of "Ka-hu-na" start up again. Kahuna steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. There, he does the old Sid Vicious kneel and pose routine, getting a bit of a pop from the crowd. Death and Taxes stay outside of the ring, watching. After Kahuna has done his pose, he nods to both men and they turn and walk back up the ramp, pass under the Radi-tron and disappear from sight. Kahuna stands up and walks to his corner, and waits.
Levitan: And his opponent... from Sacramento, California.... weighing 269 pounds ... this is G-SEX!!
The sound system starts blaring the chorus of "Still Ballin" by 2Pac. The crowd cheers like mad as Trick Daddy and 2Pac sing those memorable lines ...
Until the day I die
[Until I die]
You can bring your crew
[You can bring your crew]
But we remain true
[Yeah]
Mutha*bleep*ers still ballin'
[I be ballin']
G-Sex struts out to THUNDEROUS applause! Moving down the ring, G-Sex "makes time," with the female fans in attendance, and he slaps the hands of the guys who just think he is a "helluva" guy! Seeing a gorgeous fan scream at him, he gives her a kiss, and she wraps her arms around and really lays it on him. This gets G-Sex thinking about another type of "conquest" after the show, but as security pries her off of him, he refocuses and gets to the ring.
Levitan: And now...the special guest referee...The Commsissioner of RAWF, THOMAS HIIIIIGHWAY!
"Life is a Highway" fires up, and the Commish, along with Jake December come walking down the ramp. The two men in the ring eye him suspiciously, and December stays close until uniformed officers take their positions. As per agreement with V.P. Vice, December has to go back to his locker room, and let the uniformed men handle it for now. Highway, who squeezed into a shirt size too small so his muscles would look larger, takes his post in the ring.
Doc: The one good thing out of all of this is our special guest referee Thomas Highway! He will make sure law and order reign supreme. These guys come in knowing it will be called down the middle!
Brad: What planet are you on? I mean... how could you say...is that Irish coffee? Besides, it looks like Kahuna brought his own law and order down with him, curiously enough.
Doc: No...these guys have their problems with Highway...but I think the Commissioner is out here to prove he is unbiased. Think about it...if the whole world expects you to do something...isn't it TOO obvious you are going to do it, so you wouldn't do anything? Highway is a smart man, he has something up his sleeve, but its more subtle than people think. If he calls it down the middle, and they attack him, than he can suspend them, and more. If he provokes them, Vice will not back him up, and nothing happens to them, get it? As for Death and Taxes, if they want to stay employed, they better keep to themselves.
Brad: I don't believe it...an intelligent argument from you!
Doc: It must be the whiskey in my coffee...
As G-Sex gets on the apron, with eyes firmly on the "referee," Big Kahuna attacks! Grabbing G around the throat, Kahuna uses his phenomenal strength to chokeslam him into the ring. The crowd gasps at the display of strength. Issuing a primal scream, B.K. picks up G-Sex and starts beating him with his hands of stone. Using punches and knife edges, Kahuna softens him up a little. G-Sex blocks a punch and tries to retaliate, but Kahuna blocks G's punch, scoops him up, presses him and drops him to the mat. Running the ropes, the Hawaiian Titan drops an elbow, and cinches in a reverse chin lock. After a few moments of wrenching G-Sex's neck, Kahuna stands up, takes G-Sex with him, knees him in the back, then changes the chinlock into a reverse DDT. B.K. makes a throat slashing gesture, and cinches up G-Sex for a slingshot suplex, the precurser to the Tsunami! G-Sex blocks the suplex. Kahuna goes for it again, and G-Sex blocks it. G then reverses it, giving the former Ironman champion a vertical suplex. Both men get to their feet, but G-S is a little faster. Grabbing Kahuna, he performs the side Russian leg sweep, flips to his feet, runs the ropes, and delivers a knee drop. Getting Kahuna to a standing position, G-Sex puts him on his shoulders and nails a Samoan drop. The crowd cheers and cameras capture the moment. G-S then hooks a leg and makes a cover...1-POWER kickout! G-Sex is a little surprised as the two men return to a vertical base. Swinging at Kahuna, G-Sex misses as his opponent ducks, and is then treated to a reverse atomic drop. This is then followed by Kahuna putting G-Sex on his shoulders and delivering his version of the Samoan drop! He makes the cover and stares at Highway as the Commish makes the count...1-2-kickout! Highway looks at Kahuna and tells him to lose the attitude or lose the match. Kahuna keeps up the offense and picks up G-Sex, positioning him for a belly to back suplex. Paying too much attention to Highway, who is still close by looking mad about something, Kahuna lets G-Sex flip over onto his feet. When Kahuna turns around to meet his opponent, G-Sex grabs him and hits a spinebuster. Highway starts laughing a little, and both Kahuna and G look at him. Raising his hands as if to say, "I'm not doing a damn thing," the combatants resume hostilities. Kahuna rises, and the two lock up. G-Sex wins the test of strength and whips B.K. into the ropes. As Kahuna runs back, G quickly snatches him up and throws him up and over in a release belly to belly. When Kahuna lands, G-Sex is right on him. Showing the crowd HIS awesome strength, G-S slaps on a spinning full nelson, which culminates in a full nelson slam when G-Sex can't keep the 284 pounder spinning anymore. The well conditioned and nicely muscled G-Sex then poses for his public, eliciting more responses from his female fans. Death and Taxes look unimpressed at ringside. Highway yells at him to keep the match moving...
Doc: What a showboat! Highway looks like he is giving him hell about it and he should. We are not having a posedown! Come on Commish, get that grand-stander to wrestle!
Brad: I think the ladies in attendance would disagree with you about G-Sex's display. They seem to enjoy his posing.
Doc: Yes, and meanwhile Kahuna is resting up, does that idiot just WANT to lose the match...I think I need more coffee, because this match is driving me to drink.
Getting back to Kahuna, G-Sex finds himself getting a throat thrust, and he gasps for air. Kahuna stands up and body slams his opponent. Running the ropes, he jumps up and delivers a flying headbutt to G-Sex's cranium. Hoisting G up in press slam position, the Hawaiian Titan tosses him straight up in the air, cathes him, and turns it into a powerslam. The burly Hawaiian then makes a cover as Highway makes the count...1-2-kickout! B.K. mutters something to the Commish about "Keeping it consistent, " and continues throttling G. Catching G-S in a headlock with his left hand, B.K. sends several punches into G's head with his right hand. Highway makes a count for the punching...1-2-3-4-Kahuna drops G-Sex, and Kahuna asks the referee, "Who the hell makes a count for punching anymore?" Thomas Highway replies, "I do. It's illegal, check your rulebook." Figuring the bastard was right, Kahuna turns around to punish G-Sex some more, but G-Sex hits a double knee lift, staggering the big man. Clotheslining him down, G-Sex immediately grabs both legs, locking Kahuna into a figure four with his arms while placing the Hawaiian Titan's straight leg into his armpit. G-Sex then steps over his opponent, rolling him onto his stomach and sits up.
Brad: The California Cloverleaf! This could be it! Kahuna possess unreal strength, so don't count him out, but what a move by G-Sex!
Doc: Let me just say this about the move...WHOOOPTY FRIGGIN DO! I'm supposed to get excited about that? Its a wrestling hold. People do it in the ring occasionally. Say, have you been drinking my coffee?
The crowd erupts in anticipation of the tap out. Highway looks down at G-Sex, and mutters "Count any tap-out, scratch dat, Playa!" G-Sex figures out what he is saying, and breaks the hold. The crowd, as well as the announcers, are confused about why he did it. Getting into Highway's face, he stares him down, while the Commissioner wears quite a smirk. "Hey Playa' your match is not with me, Behootch. Look behind you, dumbass." Knowing that an irate Hawaiian was standing behind him, and there was nothing he could do about it, G-Sex just cringes and takes his lumps. Kahuna waffles him with a forearm, then picks him up as if to give him an atomic drop, but instead of doing that, B.K. walks over to the ropes and drops him. As G-Sex proves what is generally known about gravity, the Hawaiian Titan climbs out of the ring to deal with his opponent. Highway leans on the ropes, and whispers something about, "It's illegal to post him, Kahuna." Of course, B.K. doesn't hear that and G-Sex goes clanging against the steel. The former Ironman smells blood, literally and works to open up the wound even further. Sending some stiff shots in the opening, more crimson liquid pours out of G-Sex's face. Kahuna picks him up and puts him on the announcer's table. Climbing to the top, B.K. steadies himself, and then it dawns on him that there has been no count...that Highway has been letting them tear each other apart with no fear of being rebuked. Thinking that he will make the Commissioner's plan backfire, Kahuna gets off of the ropes, drops down and grabs a chair. Looking up at Highway, the Commish has a "Go ahead, be my guest look on his face." Kahuna looks around, and the crowd starts to boo as he raises it above his head to whack G-Sex. He looks out at the faces in the crowd, and they are not pleased. He looks at Highway, who looks like the cat that swalllowed the canary...and then he drops the chair! The crowd goes wild as Kahuna picks G-Sex up off the table and rolls him into the ring. Highway starts looking furious, and he gets out of the ring to speak to Dan Levitan first, then to the head of (regular) security at ringside. Kahuna gets G-Sex to his feet and puts out his hand. G-Sex shakes the Hawaiian's hand and the crowd gets to their feet and gives a standing ovation. Ready to have a good old-fashioned wrestling match, Kahuna and G-Sex notice that their "ref," isn't in the ring anymore...
Levitan: The referee has ordered Death and Taxes to leave the ringside area at once, or Big Kahuna will be disqualified, with the Inevitables and Kahuna facing fines and suspensions.
The crowd boos the hell out of Levitan for that announcement. Real security personel escort the Inevitables back, G-Sex and Kahuna get to talking, and Highway doesn't like THAT development one bit.
Brad: Death and Taxes literally did NOTHING! Why are they ordered to leave. Highway was getting the two men he hated most to kill each other, and when Kahuna wouldn't do it anymore, he started throwing a fit...and the Inevitables out of there...
Doc: Highway is just getting rid of explosive elements. With the match on the line, do you want all kinds of guys climbing into the ring? Better to keep Death and Taxes away from the situation, before they get tempted to help their new best friend!
Highway orders the start of the match and G-Sex is scooped up a little too easily. Kahuna, swings G-Sex around as if to toss him over the ropes or something to that effect, but instead clobbers Highway with G's legs. The crowd cheers. Highway goes down, pops right back up, straightens out his shirt, then gives a warning to Kahuna. B.K. puts G-Sex down, then apologizes profusely. Putting out his hand as if wanting to shake, Kahuna notices that Thomas wants no part of shaking his hand, but G-Sex dropkicks Kahuna in the back, sending him flying into the Commissioner. The Hawaiian and the Commish are propelled into the corner, although the dropkick didn't seem to be really performed well. The fans in attendance start laughing as Highway is flattened in the corner. More laughter ensues when the Commish drops down to the mat. Kahuna helps him up, looks over at G-Sex, asking for "time out," and straightens up Highway's shirt for him. G-Sex then gets a head of steam and runs hard into the corner. The Titan dodges the charge easily, but Highway takes it full-blast. The crowd is literally falling out of their seats. In the back, Vice is chuckling in his office. Highway goes down like a ton of bricks. The co-conspirators shake each others hands again when they hear..."Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven. Jake December walks down the ramp with a referee's outfit on.
Doc: How smart of Highway! In case something happened to him, he had a back-up ref in place. Jake December...special trouble shooting referee!
Brad: Get real, he is out to screw those guys just like Highway. The question is...how is he supposed to do it? What are his marching orders?
Doc: My guess is that he is supposed to call a fair and impartial match!
Brad: Whatever you say, Doc. Keep drinking that coffee.
Kahuna and G-Sex take one look at December and shake their heads. As he tries to start the match up, B.K. and G-S start beating him down. After a few moments of nonstop punching, Kahuna hoist him up near the ropes, G-Sex jumps up and clotheslines him away from Kahuna's grasp, and over the top rope. Another official, one they know and recognize, comes running down the ramp. Kahuna and G-Sex lock up, and Kahuna whips G-Sex into the ropes. When G-Sex bounces off, B.K. hits him with a flapjack. As G-S stands, his opponent applies an armbar, then Kahuna wrenches for all he is worth. G-Sex reverses it and applies an armbar on the Hawaiian. Twisting his arm back, G-S kicks him in the stomach, and scissor kicks him to the mat. G-Sex runs the ropes, tries a high cross body, and is caught by Kahuna. Kahuna flips him to his shoulder, runs and delivers a Rainbow Slam. As he covers G-Sex, B.K. realizes no one is making the count. Looking over, he sees the ref talking to the now revived Highway. Since Highway is the referee on record, he has ordered the replacement out of the ring.
Brad: Just when you thought we would have a good match, Highway has to ruin it!
Doc: What do you mean? He is going to save it!
As the official leaves the ring, December comes in and hammers Kahuna, who started to stalk Highway. Crushing him with several shots, B.K. goes down, and December drapes G-Sex over top of him. Highway makes the count...1-2-3! G-Sex gets his wits about him, and listens as his name is announced as the winner. Looking at the corner of the ring, he sees Highway and December whooping it up. G-Sex starts to walk over for a little chat, when Highway notices him and pushes Dcember at him. Surprised, Jake is hit with the "Sex Drive," and knocked down. Kahuna gets to his feet, bleeding profusely. Looking down at the fallen December, he sees Highway rolling under the ropes, and getting out of dodge. Kahuna picks up December, and hits the Rainbow slam. Then he hits it again. And again. And again. The crowd shouts, "One more time! One more time!" Instead of the Rainbow Slam, Kahuna hits the Tsunami! Hoisting him up in the piledriver position, G-Sex helps out and they nail a spike piledriver. Medical personnel bust into the ring, and whisk him off. As December is loaded into the ambulance, Vice has a little discussion with Highway.
Vice: Tom, he should have never used that chair. I'm thinking that we have enough security around here...I think you are as safe as can be if you use good judgment. That being said, we no longer have any use for Jake December's services. He is FIRED! Of course, you can be the one that tells him, when he regains consciousness.
Highway's jaw drops, and Vice walks away whistling a happy tune.
Doc: That isn't fair! Who is going to watch Highway's back?
Brad: I have a feeling that there will be no shortage of people "watching out" for him...
G-Sex and Kahuna leave together up the ramp, after much celebration with the fans. As they disappear from sight, the fans still chant, "Ka-hu-na! Ka-hu-na!"
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Levitan: Ladies And Gentlemen ...once again please welcome InMe!!!!!
You Know-oh-oh
I Glow when you are near...
I Glow-oh-oh
I'm taking..
More than I deserve
'Cuz everyone has left me
And I'm LEAVING...
More than I deserve
Cuz I have gone too far now...
(I Know)
You KNOW Why I am here...
You KNOW-OH-OH
I GLOW When you are near...
I GLOW-OH-OHH
Forgive Me, I Promise I will Change
For Everyone Around Me
Believe Me, I will not let you drown
'Cuz I've Got Nothing left here
(I Know)
You KNOW Why I am here...
You KNOW-OH-OH
I GLOW When you are near...
I GLOW-OH-OHH
You KNOW Why, You KNOW Why, You KNOW-OH-OHHHH
*In a deep growl* LIES RISE!!
*Simple Shouting* LEMME GO!!! DEAD IN.. MY HEAD!!
(I Know)
You KNOW Why I am here...
You KNOW-OH-OH
I GLOW When you are near...
I GLOW-OH-OHH"
Dave McPherson: Thank you all so very much. You're a great audience and
it's our honour to have been performing here tonight, for Pickles and
the RAWF in general! I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening, God
bless!
Brad: What a great band! What a great performance! InMe!!!
BLACKJACK GRIER VS. APOCALYPSE
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested with No Disqualifications or Countouts! Introducing first ... from Parts Unknown.... weighing 250 pounds .... APOCALYPSE!
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down!"
Levitan: ... introducing ... from Brilliant, Ohio.... weighing 255 pounds .... BLACKJACK GRIER!
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows"
Brad: These two agreed to a No DQ match Doc. Their war of words this past week was plain strange from two who didn't know each other exsisted until last week!
Doc: And Blackjack is gonna wish he never found out Apocalypse exsisted at all after this is over.
Apocalypse continues to stomp a mudhole in BJG, nailsing him in the ribs and stomach several times. He picks Grier up and lifts him with both hands by the neck for an overhead choke. He holds him there for what seems an eternity. The ref is powerless to do anything due to the stipulations of the match. After a few seconds, Apocalypse dumps BJ to the mat and stands over him as the crowd boos. He picks BJG back up and slugs him a couple of times, then gives him a belly-to-belly suplex. Apoc gets up and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and removes the turnbuckle pad, exposing the bare steel underneath. He picks BJ up and walks him over to that corner and tries to ram Grier's head into the steel cables. Grier gets his hands out and blocks the move. Apocalypse tries again, but BJG won't budge. Grier elbows Apoc in the stomach and rams HIS head into the cables. Apoc catapults backwards as if shot from a gun and hits the mat. A nice welt can be seen growing on Apoc's forehead. Blackjack jumps on him and starts pounding away on Apoc's forehead with machine gun like punches. Grier then hauls Apocalypse to his feet and puts him in a headlock and gives him a thumb to the eye. Apocalypse grabs his eye and tries to get away, but BJ grabs him again and gioves him another digit to the eye.
Brad: Old school dirty tactics! Something Apocalypse may not have expected.
Doc: When it's No DQ you've got to expect the unexpected!
Apocalypse stumbles away, trying to clear his vision. BJG grabs him from behind and executes a textbook german suplex. With Apocalypse incapacitated for the moment, Grier walks over and removes a second turnbuckle pad! He tosses the pad to the floor, then walks over and pulls him to his feet and attempts an irish whip into that corner. Apocalypse reverses it, and Grier goes flying back first into the exposed cables. BJ winces and takes a tenative step out of the coner before falling to his knees, clutching his spine. Apocalypse takes two quick steps toward him and slams a knee right between Grier's eyes. Grier slumps backwards to the canvas. Apocalypse yells to Disciple outside the ring. Disciple grabs the timekeeper's bell from the timekeeper and slides it into the ring under the ropes. Apocalypse picks it up and waiots for BJG to get to his feet. Apocalypse charges and literally rings Grier's bell, blasting him with it right across the face. BJG collapses back to the mat, his forehead now trickling with blood. Apocalypse drops the bell on the canvas and drags BJG to his feet. He positions Grier for a piledriver on the bell!!!! Grier blocks it and backdrops Apocalypse. Still feeling the effects of the bell shot, Grier collapses to the mat as well. Apocalypse rises first and picks up the bell to use it again. He stands over Grier, who gets toh is knees. Apocalypse raises the bell over his head and Grier nails a low blow. Apocalypse drops the bell and and doubles over.
Brad: That was close!! I don't think Grier could have taken another shot like that last one!!!
Doc: I can't believe he took the first one!! I could have sworn I heard his skull crack open!!
Grier puts Apocalypse in a front facelock and drives an elbow into the small of his back. Apocalypse stumbles to one knee. Grier clocks him with a couple of stiff rights, then rears back and hits with a left handed haymaker that floors the man from Parts Unknown. Grier picks up the ring bell, launches himself off the ropes, and drives the bell right into Apocalypse's chest! Grier tosses the bell aside and covers his opponent. The ref counts 1...2...kickout by Apocalypse. Apocalypse rolls away and under the ropes. He finds a chair, climbs into the ring,and starts to swing at Grier. Grier slides under the ropes, gets a chair of his own, and slides back in. Apocalypse swings and nails Grier. Whack! Grier staggers, but doesn't fall. Grier swings and hits Apoc! Whack! Apoc staggers but doesn't fall!!! They duel back and forth with chair shots, hoping for the other to fall down. Finally Apocalypse knocks Grier down with a blow to the side of the head. He then picks up Grier, knees him in the chest, and hits a DDT!!!!! Cover 1..2... Kickout!!!! Grier is slow to get to his feet, but manages to trip Apocalypse, pick him up, and hit a piledriver!!!!! Both men are down. Apocalypse is the first to get up, with Grier not far behind. They both run to the ropes, and both hit each other with clotheslines at the same time! Both men are covered in their own blood by now. Outside the ring, Disciple pounds on the mat, trying to revive his charge.
Doc: Wow, I didn't think the old man had it in him to compete in this type of match. Of course, he may have to retire after it, but hey, at least he finished his career wrestling in a more modern environment!
Brad: The man is only thirty five for crying out loud!!
Doc: He looks sixty at least.
Both men pull themselves up weakly on the ropes. Discipline walks over and puts something in Apoc's hand. The dazed Apocalypse looks at it and realizes that its a set of brass knuckles! He puts them on as BJG stumbles toward him. Apocalypse takes a wild swing at him, but BJG ducks and kicks him in the abdomen. Apocalypse slumps against the ropes and gets tangled in them. Grier starts pounding on him with everything he has. About a dozen punches land on Apocalypse's head as Disciple tries to work his man free of the ropes. BJG reaches over and pulls Disciple into the ring with a snapmare. Disciple hits the canvas and flops around trying to get away. Grier picks him up and nails him with a haymaker, sending him back to the canvas. Apocalypse frees himself from the ropes and grabs BJ from behind and hits a german suplex. A cover! Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Grier. Disciple gets up and leaps on top of Apocalypse to add weight for another cover! Ref counts 1...2...BJ gets a foot on the ropes. Both Disciple and Apocalypse get up and Apocalypse orders his manager to grab Grier and hold him in place. Disciple does so, picking BJG up and holding his arms back from behind. Apocalypse adjusts his brass knuckles and steps up to punch, but BJG squirms out of Disciple's grasp and Apocalypse clobbers his manager right between the eyes!!
Brad: Ouch!!! Disciple should of got out while the getting was good apparently.
Doc: Hey, all is fair in a No DQ match!!! He took a risk and it backfired for the moment.
Disciple rolls out of the ring, his hands to his face as BJG smacks Apoc with a couple of European Uppercuts, then puts him in an abdominal stretch!! Apocalypse cries out in pain, his face already a mask of crimson, but his teeth show through as he grimaces and tries to hang in there. Unfortunately for BJG, the knuckles are still in Apoc's possesion...and in his free hand. Apocalypse clocks Grier in his left temple and both men fall back to the mat. Apocalypse worms free of his foe's grasp and gets up. He hauls Grier to his feet and tosses him over the top rope. BJG bounces off the apron and hits the cold unforgiving concrete below. Apoc leaves the ring to continue the punishment. He picks Grier up only to Russian Leg Sweep him into the steel barricade. Then he picks him up and places him against the post. He rears back with those brass knucks and swings....hitting the post as BJG ducks and slumps to the floor. Apoc's hand smacks the post and despite the presence of the knucks, the impact causes him to bellow in agony. He takes off the knucks and clutches his damaged hand. Grier gets up and shoves him from behind right into the post face first.
Brad: My god! How much more can these two take???!!!
Doc: This has been one brutal evening all around!!
Grier picks Apocalypse up off the concrete and rolls him back into the ring. He slowly climbs up on the apron and climbs to the top rope. Disciple climbs up and tries to knock him off, but Grier clobbers him with a kick to the face, sending the manager flying off and back to the floor. Grier leaps and hits with a fistdrop from the top on Apocalypse and the fans goes wild. Grier covers. 1...2...Apocalypse amazingly kicks out!! Grier stands up and takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to get his bearings. He hauls Apoc to his feet and slugs him a couple of times, then whips him into the ropes. On the return he scoops Apocalypse up into a fireman's carry and dumps him back to the mat. Another cover! 1...2...Apoc gets a shoulder up. Grier can't believe it and he slaps his head in frustration. He once again picks Apocalypse up off the canvas and tosses him out of the ring. Apocalypse lands at the base of the ramp and lies motionless. Grier slowly and painfully climbs out of the ring. Apoc stumbles to his feet and staggers up the ramp, trying to get away and catch his breath. Grier pursues and catches him near the edge of the drawbridge. Grier slugs Apoc. Apoc fires back with a right hook. Grier tags Apoc with a forearm. Apoc wavers a second, then retaliates with a headbutt. Both men weave like trees in the wind for a few stunned moments, then Grier decks Apoc with a right cross that sends the man down to the hard steel of the ramp. Disciple comes floundering up the ramp and Grier grabs him by the neck and slugs him three times. As Disciple falls, Apoc rises and grabs a camera from one of the cameramen!! He charges and nails Grier from behind in the back of the head. Grier collapses. Apoc falls on top of him and the ref counts 1....2...3!
Doc: Uh oh, I dont think it's over yet Brad. Looks like someone wants to roast themselves a Blackjack!
Indeed, as Discipline helps Apoc to his feet, Apoc shouts something and his manager nods and smiles evily. He steps back through the stage entrance and walks out with ....a gasoline can!! He opens the can and starts pouring gas all over BJG's unconscious body. Apoc grabs a torch from a sconce next to the drawbridge and holds it high.
Brad: NO!!! NO!!! HE'S GOING TO BURN HIM ALIVE!!! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!!
From backstage come the Inevitables, who chase off Apocalypse and Discipline before they can set BJG on fire. Death and Taxes stand over Grier protectively as Apoc and Disciple retreat, shouting revenge.
Jessica Beach: Well guys, I don't know what to say... I didn't expect you to form a stable together, why did you?
Alex Layne: Guys... Let me take this one.
Jessica Beach: Well?
Alex Layne: Listen skank, who doesn't appreciate a good man when she sees one... We formed our stable for a few reasons, one being we are all former members of the WsW. You might ask how is that possible with Pickles, but it is. The explanation for that is the wrestler Thok. If you remember him being in the WsW then you remember his manager Mr. Black. Bingo, you got it right there. Pickles was indeed Mr. Black therefore was a member of the WsW. We formed this stable because even though we might not have always been on the same page in the WsW, we can be here. None of us are in charge, we're nothing more than a cohesive unit that can outdo the rest of these wrestlers any day of the week.
Jay V continues.
Jay V: You see, I looked into this federation and saw these former employees of mine and I saw who they were put up against. Its ludicrous I tell you. We have stables who are dull like the Elite Establishment, Damage Inc.. whatever they want to call themselves, and we have guys who think they are actually of any importance being the New Blood, an overused stable name if I may say so myself. Then it hit me that my old boys here need to team up and show everyone what a real stable is like, if the RAWF is going to continue to be the number one federation, it has to have a number one stable to lead it and I couldn't think of a better group of guys to put into a stable. We have Pickles who can highfly like no other, the best mat technician in the business today in Alex Layne and last, but not least the power that is Adz. Why would I ask for anything else?
Jessica Beach: Good question, now the only match of the night that remains if Alex's world title match.. You guys plan on interfering?
Alex Layne: You're damn right they're going to interfere, originally I wanted to get this win over Blake Zulu fairly, but he's pissed me off too much. Thats why I'm allowing Jay V, Pickles and Adz all to accompany me to the ring when I go out to defend this title. None of us like Zulu, and none of us ever will. This joke is going to be dealt a lesson on how it is to be screwed by someone in the WsW.
All the guys laugh but Adz.
Adz: I don't get it.
Pickles: Its okay Adz.. Just nod your head and laugh.
Adz nods his head and laughs.
Adz: I still don't get it...
Alex Layne: Forget about it Adz, its alright. Lets just go out to the ring and kick some ass, I want you guys doing everything in your power to piss Blake Zulu off like he did to me. He's going to realize what No Bullshit is all about.. What a name eh guys?
Once again all the guys laugh.
Jay V: Hey if you win this I'll give you the WsW Title too Alex.
Alex Layne: Actually Jay... Hold onto that WsW Title, it may be used later down the road.
Jay V: Huh?
Alex Layne: Don't worry about it... I'll tell you later, lets just go. This interview is over skank, go bend over for some loser.
Jessica Beach: How rude.
Alex Layne: Shut up whore, I said go away.
Jessica Beach storms off as the four men of No Bullshit get ready to go out to Alex Layne's match.
Brad: Wow Doc, it looks like the RAWF is developing a definite gang mentality! First Croc, StreeX and Newton ...now No Bullshit!
Doc: It's getting interesting.
Kit: Where do you two think you are going?
Layne: They are coming to the ring with me.
Kit: Oh? I don't think so Alex. I'm tired of all the nonsense that has been going on tonight. People going to the hospital, nobody staying back here where they belong. No... no, it's going to be just you and Zoo out there.
Pickles: Awww, come on Kit!!! We want to be out there to watch Alex's back!!
Kit: Okay...fine. You can go out there on one condition.
Pickles: Yeah, whats that?
Kit: All you have to do is hand over those belts. You, your Television Championship...and Adz his United States..
Adz: United Kingdom!
Kit: United STATES Championship...and you can then go out there with Alex!
Layne: This is bullshit!!!
Adz starts to hand Kit his belt. Pickles slaps him upside his head.
Pickles: What the hell are you doing moron??
Adz: What? She'll give them back!
Kit: Oh no, I won't.
Adz: Oh.
Layne: F#ck it guys. If she's gonna be a bitch about it...
Kit: I always am Alex. Besides, you don't need anyone to help you beat Zoo.
Layne: Who said they were going to help??? Guys, let it go....this time.
Alex stomps off toward the stage as Kit sighs while Pickle glares at her. Adz just scratches his head and shrugs.
Levitan: The following contest is for the RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!
The crowd goes wild, ready for the match.
Levitan: Introducing first...the challenger!
Again the crowd goes bonkers, this time louder as "Sweet Leaf" by Godsmack plays...
Brad: Holy Katzenmoyer!!! How can either man still be alive after this whole ordeal???
Jessica Beach is alongside Adz, Pickle, Alex Layne & Jay V after the formation of their stable.
BLAKE ZULU VS. ALEX LAYNE
Layne, Pickles, and Adz are getting ready to head to the ring when Kit stops them. Looking at Pickles and Adz, she asks..
Won't you listen?
When I first met you, didn't realize
I can't forget you, for your surprise
you introduced me, to my mind
And left me wanting, you and your kind, Oh yeah!
I love you, Oh you know it
My life was empty, forever on a down
Until you took me, showed me around
My life is free now, my life is clear
I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear
Come on now, try it out!"
The crowd in the Palace is roaring at the top of their lungs as the drawbridge opens, revealing the smiling Zoo, wearing his crown on his head. He walks across the bridge and looks out over the capacity crowd and tips his crown to them, bowing regally. He makes hi way down the ramp and leaps over the top rope with a single fluid motion. He does a summersault for the fans ...crown falls off in the middle of the routine, but he just smiles and picks it up, then hands it to the official.
Brad: This is Blake Zulu's big chance! He's a king among men!! He's a brand new father! But can he become Champion of The World??!!!??
Doc: I can't believe the stoner has made it as far as he has! And I also can't believe I'm going to say this ....but I think he could pull it off! Dopey can beat Layne, but he's got to be smart, and he's got to be sharp!
Brad: He's also got to be completely recovered from that grueling match last week against Croc and Kahuna..
Levitan: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.....his opponent!!
Can you feel I'm not like you anymore
I can't 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
Levitan: From Birmingham, Alabama.... weighing 258 pounds ... he is the RAWF World Heavyweight Champion....he is ALEX LAYNE!!
"Bad Religion" by Godsmack continues to play as the champion steps out onto the bridge and stops, looking around at the crowd, his face expressionless. The belt around his waist gleams in the special effect lighting and fireworks go off around the facility. Layne continues down the ramp and climbs up on the apron. He stares at Zoo for several moments before entering the ring and removing his belt.
Brad: This is it! The match we've been waiting for! Both men undefeated! Both men out to prove who the best in RAWF really is!!
Doc: I may not be fond of either of these guys, but I know history when I see it!!
The crowd cheers wildly as the two face each other. Layne sneers and says something to his challenger, who just shrugs. Layne smacks Zoo right across the face. Zoo's smile disppears and he smacks Layne right back. Layne grabs his face and glowers at Zoo, then goes to punch him, but Zoo blocks it and hits with a punch of his own. He hits another one ...then another. Layne staggers back on the defensive and Zoo keeps up the pressure with a kick to Laynes stomach. Layne doubles over and Zoo comes off the ropes for a franchiser attmpet, but Layne slides out of the way and Zoo comes down on his hamstring hard to the canvas. Ever the opportunist, Layne grabs Zoo by the ankle and executes a stepover toehold. Zoo cries out and tries to crawl away, but Layne cinches it in and holds tight. Zoo kicks him off, sending him to the mat. Both men get up, although Zoo does it gingerly. They lock up and Layne powers Zoo over to the corner. Layne chops Zoo hard across the chest three times, each one getting a "Ooooooooo!" from the crowd. Layne whips Zoo across the ring to the other corner, then charges in after him. Zoo grabs the ropes as he gets there and leaps in the air, up and over the champion, landing behind him. Layne spins around and Zoo returns the chops he recieved.. "Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!!" The crowd roars out a "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" after each one. Layne slumps against the turnbuckles and Zoo monkey flips him out of there to the canvas. Layne sits up upon impact and Zoo kneels down and puts on a chinlock.
Brad: Brutal shots all around! These two really mean business!
Doc: This is for all the marbles Brad! If they DIDN'T mean business I'd be very worried.
Zoo keeps the chinlock on for only a few moments as Layne fights his way to his feet and elbows Zoo in the gut. Zoo doubles over and Layne puts him in a front facelock and clubs him across the back a couple of times, before hooking both of the challengers arms and attempting a doublearm DDT. Zoo powers out of it amazingly, backdropping the champion. Zoo drops an elbow on Layne, then quickly gets up and drives another one to Layne's chest. Zoo looks to the crowd and they root him on. Zoo propels of the ropes for a Munchie Factor, but Layne gets his knees up and Zoo hits them stomach first. Zoo rolls off of Layne and into a fetal position, gasping for air. Layne gets up and stomps on his challenger several times, then picks him up and drives home a gutwrench suplex. Then Layne hauls him to his feet again and viciously tosses him between the ropes. Zoo bounces off the apron and lands on the cold concrete below. Ignoring the ref's warnings, Layne crawls through the ropes and goes after him. He waits on the apron for Zoo to get up, then leaps off, going for a double axehandle. But Zoo nails him with a hard punch as he decends and he doubles over. Zoo grabs him by the hair and rams his head on the apron, then tosses the champion back inside. He rolls in after him.
Doc: Smart move by Dopey. Definitely want to keep this in the ring. Don't get counted out in the biggest match of your career.
Brad: Zoo now with the momentum, he pulls Layne to his feet and executes a vertical suplex. Now Zoo off the ropes...WOW! The height on that legdrop was incredible!!
Zoo hooks the leg and the ref counts 1...2..kickout by Layne. Zoo picks him up, but Layne rakes him across the eyes, then clocks him with roundhouse punch. Zoo falls back and gets tangled in the ropes! Layne doesn't hesitiate, he steps up and starts wailing on the challenger with short powerful punches. The ref pries him off and gives him a warngin, then walks voer and tries to free Zoo. Layne bounces off the opposite ropes...the ref gets out of the way ....but Zoo gets a boot up and Layne hits it face first. A massive spray of spittle erupts from Layne's mouth upon impact and he stumbles back. Zoo frees himself and charges ...but Lanye catches him with a spinebuster. Layne picks the challenger up and executes an atomic drop. Zoo bounces on tiptoes, his face turning red. Layne grabs him and whips him into the ropes, then bounces off the opposite side and blasts Zoo with a clothesline that flips the challenger two hundred and seventy degrees onto his face. Layne stands over Zoo and applies a camel clutch. Zoo's eyes bug out and he grimaces from pain. Layne leans back and grimaces himself from the effort. Zoo refuses to submit and after several grueling moments in the hold, Zoo gets his knees under him and lifts the champion on his shoulders and stands up. He falls back and both men hit the canvas with the back of their heads.
Brad: What a counter by Zoo!!! But can he take advantage of it????
Doc: He only hit his head. He doesn't have anything up there to hurt, so he should be fine.
Zoo staggers to his feet and starts climbing the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers, hoping for the best. Zoo gets up there, but Layne makes it to his feet and walks over and grabs Zoo, then press slams him back to the mat. Zoo sits up on impact and Layne charges and gives him a sitting neckbreaker. Zoo's head snaps back like a rubber band and hits the mat hard. Layne tries a cover. 1...2...kickout by Zoo. Layne stands up and grabs Zoo's legs and flips over on top of him. With both legs hooked this time, the ref counts 1...2...Zoo still manages to kickout. Layne drags Zoo over to the bottom ropes and drapes the challenger's neck over it. Layne plants his boot on the back of Zoo's head and applies pressure, choking him. The ref counts to four then tries prying Layne off. Layne lets go and backs off, glowering at the ref. Layne propels off the ropes and lands on Zoo, who is still draped over the rope. Zoo's head bounces off and he rolls sideways, clutching his throat. Layne tries another cover. 1...2... another kickout by the tenacious challenger. Layne picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Zoo ducks a clothesline attempt and bounces off the other side ....right into a big boot from the champion. Zoo falls like a tree back to the canvas. Layne tries another cover. 1...2... Zoo kicks out once again. A bit perplexed, Layne once more drags his challenger to his feet and gives the crowd a signal. The crowd cheers as Layne reaches around from behind Zoo and applies the...
Brad: LAYNEMISSION!!!! LAYNEMISSION!!! NOBODY has ever gotten out of it!! This is it for Blake Zulu!! Give him credit for a hell of an effort though.
Doc: It just proves that Dopey wasn't quite ready for the big time after all...
The crowd is cheering, but for which individual it is impossible to tell. Zoo reaches deep down and pulls Layne over to the ropes, forcing the break to Layne's utmost chagrin. Layne pounds his challenger in the kidneys and drags him back to center ring. He attempt a belly to back suplex, but Zoo flips up and over, landing on his feet behind Layne. The champion spins around and Zoo blasts him with a savate kick to the back of the head. Layne takes a header to the mat. Zoo picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Layne ducks a high kick try by Zoo and keeps going. Zoo propels off the opposite ropes and clobbers Layne with a spinning back elbow. Layne hits the canvas, but bounces back up to his feet on adrenaline alone. Zoo launches himself off the ropes again and hits with a flying bodypress. The ref counts 1...2...kickout by the champion. Zoo leaves Layne on the mat and hits the ropes again. This time the Munchie Factor hits true!! A cover! Ref counts 1...2...Layne just barely manages to get a shoulder off the mat. Zoo picks him up and executes a cradle suplex. Ref counts 1...2...Layne squirms out. Zoo picks him up and launches him into the corner. Zoo charges and hits with a high flying avalanche!!!
Brad: Zoo is on a roll!!! We could see a new champion here!!!
Doc: It's been such a crazy night, I wouldn't bet against it!!
Layne falls to the mat face first. Zoo climbs to the top rope and the crowd cheers him on. He leaps, flipping in mid-air ....and misses with the shooting star press. Layne rolled out of the way just in time. Zoo crashes to the canvas face and chest first. Both men lie on the mat, recovering. The ref counts to seven before the champion climbs to his feet. He staggers over to the turnbuckles and leans against them for support. Zoo pulls himself up and Layne charges, blasting him with a lariat. The momentum sends Zoo through the second and bottom rope where he comes to rest on the apron. Layne reaches over and drags him to his feet. Zoo drives a shoulder into Layne's stomach, then executes a sunset flip over the ropes. Zoo tries to get Layne completely over, but Layne hold on to the ropes, then sends a fist into Zoo's face, stopping the attempt. Layne plants a boot on Zoo's thraot and uses the ropes for leverage. The ref warns him and counts to four. Layne stops, then pulls Zoo to his feet and sticks a belly-to-belly suplex on the challenger. Layne stands up and glowers. Many in the crowd cheer as he climbs to the top rope, and leaps!
Brad: A GIFT FROM GOD!!! A GIFT FROM GOD!! An amazing shooting star press!!!! He covers!! ONE....TWO....
Doc: DOPEY KICKED OUT!! DOPEY KICKED OUT!!! UNFREAKINBELIEVABLE!!!!
Layne rolls off of Zoo and looks at the ref in disbelief. He reaches down to picks Zoo up, but The Triple Crown Champion reaches up and drags him down, rolling him into a small package. The ref counts 1...2...Layne kicks out and immediately stands up and viciously starts stomping away on Zoo. He picks him up and gives him a german suplex, then heads back up top to the high turnbuckle. Layne takes too long however and Zoo gets to his feet and charges the corner. Before Layne can react, Zoo climbs up with him and starts pounding away on Layne's skull. Layne fights back with a couple of shots of his own and Zoo almost falls. Zoo hits him with a nasty right hand, then sets him up ...then delivers a superplex!!! Both men fly through the air and the crowd let's out a startled "oooooooooooooooh!" as the two men hit the canvas and lie still.
Doc: Did you see how high in the air Layne was on that????
Brad: If that had been concrete instead of the slightly giving canvas of the ring, Layne would either be dead or crippled right now!! Zoo probably not much better off!
The ref slowly starts to count both men. 1....2....3...4...5...6...7....8.... Zoo sits up and the crowd cheers wildly. The ref stops the count..... then Zoo passes out and collapses back to the mat. The ref shrugs and counts 1....2...3....4....5....6....7....8 Layne sits up and tries to stand, but clutches his back and falls back to the mat. The ref restarts the count a third time. 1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9... both men wobble to their feet and step up toward each other. Layne strikes first with a weak looking punch that still almost takes Zoo off his feet. Zoo catches himself and fires back his own slow punch. Layne teeters on wobbly legs, but gathers himself and fires another shot toward Zoo, who ducks it. Layne spins around with his back towards Zoo and Zoo hits an atomic drop on the champ. Layne falls to the mat holding his lower regions. Zoo grabs his leg and tries applying a figure four, but Layne reaches up and grabs him by the hair, rolling him into a small package. Referee counts 1....2.... kickout by Zoo. Both men get to their feet, and Zoo kicks Layne in the groin, doubling him over. Zoo quickly sets the champ up into suplex position...gets him vertical ...and nails the 420 DROP!!!!
Brad: HE GOT HIM!!! HE GOT HIM!!!! NEW CHAMPION!!! NEW CHAMPION!!! ONE....TWO....
Doc: LAYNE GOT A SHOULDER UP!! LAYNE GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! IT'S NOT OVER!!
The crowd is stunned ...the announcers are stunned .... Zoo is stunned. Tired and near complete exhaustion, Zoo stands up and looks down on his semi-conscious opponent. Slowly, he walks over and climbs the top turnbuckle. Layne staggers to his feet, not really aware of where he is. Zoo leaps and hits with a missile dropkick that sends the champion careening across the ring and to the canvas. Zoo, groggily crawls over and covers. Referee counts 1...2...Layne gets a foot on the ropes but the ref sees it at the last split second but can't prevent his hand from slapping the mat a third time. The crowd goes bonkers, thinking Zoo has won. The ref holds up two fingers towards the timekeepers table though, and the crowd boos. Zoo, thinking he has won stands up and wearily raises his arms and drops to his knees. Layne rolls over to the corner and pulls himself up as Zoo realizes the ref has the "two" signal displayed. Zoo's shoulders sag and he brushes the hair out of his eyes and turns toward where he last saw his opponent. As he turns, Layne steps forward and plants him with a monster kick to the jaw. Zoo does the Nestea Plunge back to the canvas. Layne picks him up, whips him into the ropes and nails a powerslam that rattles the very core of the ring. Then the champion stands up and wearily hauls Zoo back to his feet. He gets behind him and pauses. The crowd sees it coming and let out a eery silence of anticipation. Layne steps up and applies the Laynemission!!!!!
Doc: THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!!! STONER CAN'T POSSIBLY HAVE ENOUGH LEFT TO DO ANYTHING HERE!!!
Brad: YOU'RE RIGHT DOC! ZOO HAS GOT TO BE RUNNING ON EMPTY! LAYNE IS GOING TO WIN!
The crowd starts stomping the floor at their seats, rocking the Palace, shaking it to it's very foundation, trying to get behind Zoo. Several seconds go by and Zoo's knees start to buckle.....but then suddenly with whatever energy the challenger somehow had left in reserve, he pulls Layne forward a couple of steps ...gets his feet up on the second turnbuckle and shoves backwards with all his strength. The weight of Zoo's upper body smashes Layne's head and neck upon impact. The crowd is stunned and jubilant at the same time as Zoo groggily untangles himself from Layne and groggily pulls himself up. With one last burst of energy he launches himself into the ropes and hits a Munchie Factor!! He covers, hooking the leg. The ref counts 1...2...3!!!
Brad: HE DID IT!! HE DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!! ZOO IS THE CHAMP!! ZOO IS THE CHAMP!!! ZOO IS THE CHAMP!!!
Doc: I'm stunned! I'm not sure how to feel about it ...although it's apparent how YOU feel.
An exhausted Zoo rolls off of Layne and raises an arm in the air as the fans are on their feet in the Palace Of Auburn Hills! The ref gives him the belt and he raises it in the air and clambors to his feet. After announcing the win, Levitan starts to exit the ring, but Zoo grabs the mic from him.
Zoo: MJ!!!! I DID IT BABY!!! TELL THE LITTLE ONE I DID IT!!!!
Layne wearily rolls out of the ring as the celebration continues. He looks back into the ring a cold stare etched on his face and an aura of vengeance surrounding him. He pads up the ramp as Zoo gives the fans thanks and mounts each turnbuckle with the belt.
Brad: OH MY GOD!! WHAT A NIGHT!! ZOO CAME AND HE CONQUERED!!! For all of us here at RAWF we wish you good tidings and so long from Detroit!!!
AND NEW RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION:
BLAKE ZULU!!
Brad: MY GOD!! WHAT A MATCH!! WHAT A NIGHT!! WHAT AN EVENT!!! ZOO IS THE NEW RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!