The Crown Jewel of Wrestling, the Symbol of Excellence in the X-Net. Nine Men enter... Croc Jango Cross Death Aedin Riley Eric Crane Jarek Magnum Sinner Blake Zulu Baggs Nine men. One Goal. Complete domination. Nine men battle for the right to be the RAWF's first King, the first royalty that the federation has ever known. On the battlefield known as the squared circle, the borders of power will be carved out by the mightiest warrior... Who will take his place on the seat of power? Who will ascend the throne of ALL wrestling when they claim the...  
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PICKLES VS. JAREK MAGNUM VS. AEDIN RILEY |
Levitan: The following contest is a Semi-Final Tournament match for the TRIPLE CROWN!!! Introducing first ... from London, England.... weighing 247 pounds .... PICKLES!
Feed me all my memories!"
Doc: Let me tell you, any man who will try to wrestle HIMSELF is one tough cookie! Pickles may just be crazy enough to pull this off tonight!
Levitan: His opponent ... from Sunset Beach, California.... weighing 275 pounds ... he is one half of the RAWF World Tag Team Champions.... this is JAREK MAGNUM !!
I am stripped of all but pride..."
Brad: Nice to see he left his partner Shawn Dee back in the locker room.
Doc: Oh, don't start that again. Look, Magnum doesn't need anyone in his corner. He's an awesome athlete, whether it be in singles or tag team.
Levitan: And their opponent ... from New York, New York.... weighing 210 pounds ... this is "THE WARCHILD" AEDIN RILEY!!
"Faint" by Linkin Park plays and Aedin comes jogging out of the entryway. He wears a violet mask with a gold crown between the eyes and wings that go down towards the mouth. His violet leather pants match the mask and his baseball gloves and boots are black with gold trim. He jogs down to the ring and leaps over the ropes in a single graceful motion, then runs up and climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowds approval.
The bell rings and the three combatants circle each other, trying to seek an early opening. Magnum breaks the pattern first, charging at Aedin. He takes a swing at the masked man, but Aedin ducks. Pickles tries to take advantage and also charges at Aedin. Aedin ducks his clothesline attempt. Aedin runs and hits the ropes and comes back ...hitting both men with a suprise flying bodyblock at the same time! All three go down in a tangle of limbs. Aedin gets up and runs the ropes again, hitting Pickle with a basball slide dropkick right in the stomach. Magnum gets up, but Riley is ready for him with a spinning kick that connects and sends the Damage INC. member reeling into the corner. Riley charges and plants his feet in Magnum's gut, grabs him around the head and flips him out of the corner. Pickle gets up and Aedin tries a tornado DDT on him, but Pickle counters and drops him behind his back throat first on the ropes. Riley slingshots backwards to the canvas, clutching his larynx. Pickle propels off the ropes and hits Riley with a sommersault splash. Pickle hooks the leg and the ref counts 1...2...Riley kicks out. Magnum gets to his feet and plays possum in the corner. When Pickle gets up he charges and hits Pickle with a clothesline that sends the Englishman nosediving to the mat. Magnum drags Pickles to his feet and hammers him with several punches, then bodyslams him. He picks Riley up and gives him a few punches, then lifts him up high over his head and nails a reverse gorilla press slam. Aedin's body bounces off the mat, then lies still. Magnum sits on Aedin's chest and starts punishing him with short punches to the face. Pickle manages to pull himself up on the ropes. Magnum sees this and gets off of Aedin and comes over and kicks Pickles in the nether regions, causing Pickle to walk kind of funny for a second before he's blasted back to the mat via a bulldog by Magnum.
Brad: Magnum seems to be in control for the moment. He stands up and surveys what he's wrought. Waiting for one of his opponents to get up.
Doc: Smart strategy by Magnum ....take your time, rest a little bit, you've still got at least one more match to wrestle tonight after this...possibly two. He's got to wrestle smart and conserve that energy.
Aedin stirs first, getting to his hands and knees. Magnum rears back and kicks him in the stomach as if he was kicking a football. Aedin momentarily leaves the ground from the momentum of the kick, but collapses back to the canvas. Magnum picks him up and tosses him through the ropes. Magnum turns around ...not noticing that Aedin caught ahold of the top ropes and is hanging from them, his feet just short of the arena floor. Aedin pulls himself up and flips backwards into the ring. Magnum picks up Pickles and slaps him with a knife-edge chop. Pickle retaliates with an eye rake. Riley comes running up behind Magnum and dropkicks him in the back...sending him through the ropes and out on the floor. Pickle steps up and eye rakes RILEY. Then he grabs him and whips him into the corner. Pickle follows him in and nails a flying back elbow. Riley does a header to the canvas. Pickle picks him up and and hits a reverse atomic drop on him, then follows it up with a side slam. Pickle climbs to the top rope and leaps, trying for a Pickleator to finish off the match! But from outside the ring, Magnum pulls Aedin out of the way. Pickles hits nothing but canvas! Shoving Aedin away and to the floor, Magnum rolls in and covers Pickles. Ref counts 1...2...Pickles kicks out. Magnum picks him up and slugs him a few times, then picks him up in a firemans carry, then falls back, crushing Pickles between him and the mat.
Brad: Magnum back in control for the moment, he whips Pickles into the ropes...... Pickle ducks the clothesline attempt...... OOOHHHHHHHHH....Riley from the apron pulls down the ropes and Pickle goes flying out of the ring!!! Magnum charges Riley ...Aedin shoulders him in the stomach! Aedin leaps over and tries a sunset flip!!! Magnum tries to hold onto the ropes!!
Doc: Hold on Jarek!!
Magnum reaches down and punches Aedin in the face, forcing The Warchild to let go. Pickle recovers from his fall and reaches up and grabs Magnum around the head, then drops down. Magnum's throat catches the rope, then his head bounces back and he collapses to the canvas. Pickle rolls into the ring and picks Magnum up and whips him into the corner. He then picks Aedin up and tries whipping him into Magnum, but Riley reverses it. Magnum gets out of the way and Pickle goes shoulder first into the post between the tunbuckles. Aedin steps up and slugs Magnum, then kicks him in the knee. Magnum limps away, but Aedin leaps on his back and applies a sleeper. Magnum tries to reach the ropes, but he starts to fade before he can get there. Jarek falls to one knee. The ref checks his arm once ....it falls ....twice ....it falls again. Before the ref can check a third time, Pickle dropkicks Aedin in the back, sending both Magnum and Riley to the mat. Pickle stomps on both men a couple of times, then picks Aedin up, whips him into the ropes and backdrops him. HUGE elevation as Riley flips in mid-air and hits the mat hard. Pickle picks Aedin up again and delivers a senton bomb! He covers 1...2...kickout by Aedin. Pickle grabs Riley by the mask and lifts him to his feet, then tosses him into the corner. Pickle charges, but Aedin gets both feet up and wraps them around Pickles head, then delivers a hurricanrana!!
Doc: That little punk is still hanging in there! Where does he get that energy from?
Brad: He's from New York Doc! Never sell a New Yorker short!! Aedin now, climbing to the top rope!! Does he have time? Pickle gets up....Aedin leaps ....Pa-Looza!!!! He hit the Pa-Looza!!! He covers 1...2...Magnum makes the save with an elbow drop to Aedin's back! Oh my, that was close!
Doc: A nice move by Riley, but he should of accounted for the third man.
Magnum pulls Riley off of Pickle and lifts him up, takes two steps, then powerslams him to the mat. He turns him over and applies a Boston Crab! We can hear Aedin yell out in pain through his mask. He desperately reaches and crawls for the ropes. He almost gets there, but Magnum pulls him back. Just as it looks like Riley might tap out, Pickle gets up. Magnum sees him and lets go of Aedin. Pickle charges at Magnum, who catches him with a spinebuster! Then Magnum turns PICKLE over and applies the Boston Crab. Unlike Aedin however, Pickle manages to get to the ropes. The ref calls for a break. Magnum lets go and stomps on Pickle's back a few times before picking him up and giving him a backbreaker. Magnum covers 1...2...Pickle drapes a foot over the ropes and the ref sees it just in time. Magnum picks Pickle up and lifts him for another backbreaker, but The Warchild gets up and dropkicks Pickle in the back. Both men topple over...Pickle on top of Magnum. The ref counts as if its a cover 1...2...Magnum kicks out. riley propels off the ropes and splashes both men at the same time. He covers Magnum 1...2...Magnum kicks out. He crawls over and covers Pickle. 1...2... Pickle gets a shoulder up. Aedin gets up and launches himself into the ropes as both Pickle and Magnum stagger to their feet. Aedin comes at them and tries to double clothesline them, but both men catch him and combine to give him a double chokeslam! Magnum then turns and wallops Pickle with a forearm, then lifts him up and delivers a powerbomb!
Doc: This is it! It's got to be it!!
Magnum picks Pickle up and hoists him on his shoulders ...then hits The Wicked Shot!!
Doc: This is it! It's got to be it!!
Brad: This arena's accoustics are amazing, I could have sworn your voice just echoed. Magnum covers 1...2... AEDIN RILEY WITH THE SAVE JUST A SPLIT SECOND BEFORE THE THREE!
Doc: My god, I can't take this much longer!
Magnum stands up, shrugging off the forearm shot Riley gave him, and grabs The Warchild by the head and slams his own forearm into Riley's back. Riley falls to his hands and knees. Magnum picks him up and gives him an double underhook DDT! Not satisfied with that, he picks Aedin up and tries to give HIM a Wicked Shot, but Aedin squirms out of it and lands on his feet behind Magnum. When Jarek turns around, Aedin gives him a stunner! Magnum snaps backwards and hits the canvas. Riley collapses to the canvas as well, still feeling the effects of the DDT. All three men lie motionless as the ref counts 1...2...3...4... at four, Magnum staggers to his feet and picks up Riley. Pickle pulls himself up on the ropes as Magnum punches Riley three times, then levels him with a short arm clothesline. Pickle reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chain! Magnum turns around as Pickel wraps the chain around his fist and charges. Magnum ducks and Pickle's swing misses the mark. Magnum grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him. The chain slides out of Pickle's hand. Magnum sees it and picks it up, and wraps it around his own hand, a sly grin on his face.
Brad: Well, you can't blame Magnum for wanting to use the chain. There is no disqualification in these Triple Threat Matches!!
Doc: Can't blame Pickle either! He tried to get the jump on Jarek, but the Tag Champion was too quick for him.
Jarek drags Pickle to his feet, then then launches himself into the ropes, then swings with all his might with the chained fist. Pickle ducks and Magnum takes two steps past him. He turns around and Pickle blasts him with a spinning heel kick! It's Magnum's turn to let go of the chain as he hits the deck. Pickle goes to pick the chain up, but is blasted by a Aedin Riley dropkick from out of nowhere. Pickle tries to get back up, but Riley hits him with another dropkick. Again, Pickle staggers to his feet and Riley tries a crucifix, only to have Pickle turn it into a samoan drop. Forgetting the chain for the moment, Pickle climbs to the top rope and waits. Magnum gets up first and Pickle hits him with a missile dropkick!! He goes to cover, but realizes Aedin has gotten up, so he goes over and whips Aedin into the ropes and gives him a frankensteiner on the return! Pickle gives the fans a dirty look and they respond predictably with unfavorable boos. Pickle pulls Aedin to his feet and headbutts him. Aedin stumbles backwards into the corner. Magnum has crawled over and he picks up the chain and wraps it around his fist again. Pickle charges Aedin, who gets a boot up. Pickle hits it jaw first and spins around like a top. Magnum blasts him with the chain and he hits the mat like a sack of grain. Aedin climbs to the second turnbuckle quickly and launches himself at Magnum hitting with a flying bodypress. The ref counts 1...2...kickout by Jarek. Aedin picks up the chain and shows it to the crowd, who enthusiastically encourage him to use it! He wraps it around his fist and as Magnum stands up, he blasts him with it. The crowd goes bonkers. Instead of covering him however, Aedin decides to go up top. As he climbs up the turnbuckles, Pickle pulls ANOTHER chain from his pocket! He stands up groggily, hiding the chain from Aedin's view. Aedin sees him and changes his target, then leaps at Pickle. As Aedin decsends, Pickles smashes him across the face with the chain! Pickle falls exhausted atop Riley and the ref counts 1...2...3!
Doc: Pickle moves on to the finals!!! What a great win! And don't give me any guff about him using the chain Brad, both Aedin and Magnum used them too! Too bad for Magnum, but he's still got his Tag match to win!
Brad: I can't argue that logic Doc. But the chains shouldn't have been there in the first place. But Pickle moves on nonetheless!!
Brad: Our first semi-final match in the Triple Crown tournament!! The Warchild and Pickle are both supreme aerialist who love those high risk manuevers. Magnum is more a traditionalist in his strategy. An interesting trio to start us out.
Brad: What an opening match that was! Up next is another...
Unsuspecting victims no warnings no sign,
Judgement day the second coming arrives,
Before you see the light YOU MUST DIE!"
Doc: It looks like The Ruthless One has some business to attend to ...besides beating the stuffing out of Big Banana that is.
Brad: I'm overjoyed ...really.
Ryne stalks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.
He
removes the sweatshirt and sneers at the referee in the ring, who backs
away. As the fans chant of "Revolution
�clap,
clap, clap� Revolution!" Ryne glares and has a microphone in hand.
Ryne: You people are obviously thinking I give a damn if I get cheered
or
not! For one I don�t care especially in a toilet city like I big crack
head
city like Miami!
The crowd boos.
Ryne: I mean how crappy of a city could this be. You guys had one of
the
best Quarterbacks in National Football League Dan Marino and how many
Super
Bowl rings did he leave the NFL with? None! Why because Miami is a
crappy
city that has no drive for success which leads me to my opponent
tonight!
Big Kahuna! Like the Dolphins were handed opportunity by have a great
quarterback like Dan Marino! Big Kahuna has been handed opportunity
after
opportunity to become world champion! And like the Dolphins the Big
Kahuna
will come up short!
The crowd boos some more, even louder now.
Ryne: Go ahead and boo! I don�t care. You people need to wake up! This
is a
world without heroes! Do you think that the Big Kahuna gives a goddamn
about
you? No he is a parasite sucking off your emotions playing to the
crowds! I
mean for god sakes he is hanging out that criminal Jango Cross! You
know the
guy who stole my title! What else can you do Kahuna? Maybe you could
get
Vice to try and get Alyssa Moore and then play some more dirty pool as
you
suck up to the fans and the monkey suit-wearing idiots that run the
Radical
American Wrestling Federation! That is right I am calling out the
company!
The only one who sees a winner is Kit! Vice tries to get rid of me and
then
Kit! Yes I said Kit knows what a winner is! And I am willing to bet you
Kahuna she doesn�t look at you as a winner! You can feed all of these
fans
out here your hopes and dreams! I don�t care! I don�t care about
anything
except what is in front of me! And that my friend is you! Big Kahuna!
Listen
up and heed these words! The Ruthless One is coming for you!
The crowd boos and seem to be getting extremely angry with him
Ryne: Yes you guys can show no love for me and I don�t care! Because, I
have
no love for this crappy town! I mean what a bunch of losers! The Miami
Heat
you had the best coach in basketball Pat Riley and you still suck! Just
like
Kahuna who has one of the trainers in the world with Sabre and yet
Kahuna
still doesn�t know the difference between a writ-lock and a Fig Newton!
Kahuna you are going to be schooled in pain and class will be in
session! I
don�t want you to fear me! I want you to come in with ruthless
aggression
and give me everything you got! Because, it still won�t be enough!
Just
like the Florida Marlins you are nothing but a loser! So come and bring
your
game! Bring what you got! I am excited about taking an almost three
hundred
pound man and smashing his head into the ground and thrashing him
around!
Ryne walks around the ring soaking up all the boos and simply
laughs at
the crowd.
Ryne: I don�t care what you all think! Matter of fact I prefer the
hate!
Because whatever you fans give! I�ll give it right back twice as hard!
Yes
the wrestling fan has changed! You idiots would rather watch some
stupid
fireworks display then the elegance of a suplex or the dismantling of
an
opponent in a game of human chess. The thrill of picking a body part
and
breaking it down and forcing the other man to submit! No you�d rather
watch
some guy walking down the ring with a semi-naked girl! The fans are
crap
just like the company is crap! I am a hero to you fans! I am here to
save
wrestling! I am not willing to settle for nothing or settle for nothing
latter! I am here to purify this sport! I will not be sidetracked! I
will
not fall short! Folks! The Revolution Ryne Blood is your hero!
Revolution is
now! The Ruthless One is not going to fall short of anything less! I am
going to rip Big Kahuna apart!
Fans start chanting �You Suck!� �You Suck!� �You Suck!� and Ryne
raises
his hands up high and soaks it up.
Ryne: I am your hero and this is the respect you give me! Fine you will
learn by ways of absolution! If I have to force it down your throat! I
will!
Fans start chanting louder �You Suck!� �You Suck!� �You Suck!� and
Ryne
raises his hands up high and soaks it up)
Ryne: I love it! Keep singing! Remember this! I am the reason people
have
nightmares in the night! I am that cold feeling you get before sheer
force
strikes you! I am the true force of intensity that you will not ever be
able
to stop! Kahuna! I am invincible! I will be the number one contender
for the
world title! I am will destroy you Kahuna! Then I will get my hands on
the
world champion! I am the hero! You people will learn! Kahuna be ready!
And
remember don�t fear the Reaper! Fear THE RUTHLESS ONE!
"South Of Slayer" starts up again and Ryne breaks the microphone in half to try to prove his point. Then he leaves the ring area and returns to the dressing room.
Brad: Blood thinks he's a hero??? The man is either really ignorant or is hallucinating to beat all!
Doc: Blood IS a hero!! He just doesn't kiss the fans butts like most pansy heroes do.
DEATH VS. CROC VS. JANGO CROSS
Levitan: The following contest is a Semi-Final Tournament match for the TRIPLE CROWN!!! Introducing first ... ... from Sydney, Australia.... weighing 248 pounds ... he is the RAWF Television Champion..... this is CROC!
Everything is (bleep)ed, everybody sucks."
"Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit plays and the always cocky Croc struts out of the entryway wearing semi-short, black tights with the words AUSSIE ICON written on the back in gold, and the Television Championship proudly around his waist. He makes his way to the ring amid a loud chorus of boos.
Doc: Of course he's confident! He's the best damn Television Champion we've had!! Hell, can you name any of the other former Television Champions?? Where are they???
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Dickson, Tennesee.... weighing 245 pounds ...he is the RAWF United States Champion..... this is JANGO CROSS!!
Brad: Croc ever the confident one, despite the fact he will be in there against the United States Champion and a former Tag Team Champion.
A mind so twisted with thoughts so unclean ..."
"Desert Song" by Def Leppard blasts throughout the arena. The crowd gets on their feet as the current United States Champion makes his entrance! Jango walks down the aisle, wearing his traditional long black trenchcoat and shades ...the United States Championship around his waist. He climbs into the ring and proudly raises the belt high. The fans love it.
Levitan: And their opponent ... from Parts Unknown.... weighing 319 pounds ... this is DEATH!!
Brad: Two current title holders competing for a chance to get a second!!
The place goes dark. The sound of wind comes over the loud speakers, everyone starts to mutter to themselves in the dark. Joining this is the sound of a wolf howling at the moon. A bell bongs and a single blood red spotlight hits the entry to the stage. The Radi-tron shows a tombstone. Several laser lights go off, flashing across the Radi-tron. As they flash, smoke comes from the tombstone. A deep booming voice speaks. �Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you. It�s Inevitable!� The smoke around the tombstone clears and Death walks out as we see �R.I.P.� He raises his hands over his head and the lasers go off again, with more smoke from the tombstone. This time when the smoke clears, it says underneath it �Triple Crown�. Death them starts his march to the ring, to �Dream Warriors� by Dokken.
I'm not alone
I wonder if these heavy eyes
Could face the unknown"
He walks down to the ring, the blood red spot following him. He goes to the center of the ring and holds his hands over his head. The lasers once again go off over his head, this time, with smoke coming up from spouts on the ring posts, we see a single word in the air. �DEATH�. The lights go up and the lasers fade.
Doc: Oh come on! Even if he wins THIS match, there is no way he could survive two more. Even Death is only human!
Death doesn't bother waiting for the bell. He climbs in and goes right after Croc. Croc is taken by suprise when Death nails him with a flying shoulderblock. Croc falls to the canvas. Death turns around to face Jango, who locks up with him. Death easily shoves Jango off into the corner, then charges and hits with a clothesline in the turnbuckles. Jango goes limps and slides to a sitting position on the bottom turnbuckle. Death puts the boots to him a few times, then turns around and grabs Croc by the throat as he is getting up. He chokeslams the TV Champ, then drops an elbow on him for good measure. Jango struggles to his feet and Death walks over and chops him across the chest. Jango falls back into the turnbuckles. Death tries to whip Jango across the ring to the opposite corner but Jango reverses it. Death flies into the corner upside down. Jango comes over and kicks him in the head, then in the stomach. Croc gets up and charges wildly, and Jango gets out of the way. Croc collides into Death. Croc staggers back stunned and Death slumps to the canvas. Jango gets behind Croc and gives him a german suplex. Death gets up and Jango nails him with a mulekick, sending him back into the corner. Jango delivers a punishing chop to Death, then kicks him in the abdomen. The masked man reels back and stumbles out from the corner. Jango bulldogs the big man to the mat. Jango gets up, but it ambushed by a Crockick!! The force of the move sends Jango through the ropes and out onto the apron where he lays motionless.
Doc: OHHHHHHHHH, that could of been it if Croc hadn't kicked him outside to the apron! Jango is damn lucky!
Brad: Croc now, picks up the Inevitable member Death and delivers a swinging neckbreaker! He hits the ropes and gets him with a kneedrop!
Croc stands up and sneers at the crowd, asking them what they think about their heroes now? He gets down on Death and starts choking him with both hands. The ref automatically starts to warn him, but since it's no disqualification, Croc ignores him and keeps choking. Jango rolls under the ropes and pulls himself up on them while Croc picks Death up and tries a suplex. Death blocks it and reverses it. Death gets up and Jango hits him from behind with a double axehandle. Jango turns Death around and gives him a belly-to-belly suplex! Jango steps back and waits for one of his opponents to get up. Croc gets up first and Jango blasts him with a Crossfire spear! Death gets up and Jango hits him with the spear as well! Jango tries to turn Death over in the Crossfire, but Death uses his powerful legs to kick Jango away. Death gets up and Jango hits him with a punch. Death fires back with one of his own. Jango shakes his head briskly, then retalitates with a forearm. Death shrugs it off and hits Jango with a forearm himself. Jango steps back a bit stunned from the blow. Death whips him into the ropes a gives him a big boot to the face. Croc gets up and into a crouching position ...waits for an opening and blindsides Death's knee from behind. Death falls to his knees briefly, but gets up and tries to walk it off. Croc kicks him in the knee repeatedly until the big man finally falls over. Croc stomps on the knee several times, then grabs Death's ankle and drags it over to the ropes. He drapes the knee over the bottom rope and stands on it. Croc bounces up and down on the knee, sneering in glee. Then he drags Death to center ring and puts on a figure four leglock!
Brad: Could it be over??? Does Croc advance here and go on the Triple Crown finals?
Doc: Come on Death you big oaf! Give it up so you can still have a knee to stand on in the Tag Team Championship match later!! Not that it will do you any good!
Death hangs in there for several minutes then starts to turn the move over. Jango gets to his feet nearby. Croc resists with all his strength, but its not enough. Death turns it over and Croc screams out in agony. Jango ends Croc's screaming by dropping an elbow to the back of his head.
Death gets up gimpy and tries to walk off the pain. Jango, ever the opportunist, kicks Death in that knee sending him back to the mat. Jango pulls him to center ring and applies the Crossover!! Croc gets up and levels Jango with a clothesline that releases the hold. Croc picks the U.S. Champion up and whips him into the ropes. Croc launches himself off the opposite side and connects with a flying elbow. Jango collapses to the canvas. Death gets up and Croc goes over to continue working on the knee, but Death grabs him by the throat and tries a chokeslam. Croc squirms out of his grasp and hits him with a low blow. Death catches Croc under the chin with a short punch as he himself sinks down to his knees from the cheapshot. Croc staggers away ...right into a Jango Cross spinning heel kick! Jango covers! Referee slides into position and counts 1...2...kickout by Croc. Both men get up and Jango rolls Croc into a small package. Ref counts 1...2...Croc rolls it over and reverses. 1....2... Death breaks it up with a double axehandle. All three men get to their feet. Death hits Croc with an uppercut, Jango hits Death with a right hook. Croc pokes Jango in the eyes and sends him stumbling blindly away. Death grabs Croc by the hair and gives him a headbutt. The Aussie Icon is sent reeling from the impact. Death limps over and floors Croc with a reverse DDT.
Brad: What a match this has been!! Back and forth and back and forth! Death now, trying to put the match away. He's climbing to the top and we know what THAT means, he's going for The Sickle Of Fate!!!
Doc: No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GET UP CROC!!
But before Death can try it, Jango runs over and clocks him in the groin. Death slips and crotches himself, adding double to the pain. Jango grabs him around the neck and gives him a 3-D off the top rope!! Jango covers! 1...2...Death manages to kick out. Croc gets up and Jango leaves Death and tires a dropkick on the TV Champion, but Croc blocks it and Jango's head hits the mat. Croc grabs him by the legs and slingshots him head first into the corner turnbuckle! Jango falls backwards ans Croc rolls him up. 1...2...The U.S. Champ kicks out by the skin of his teeth. Croc stands up and pulls Jango to his feet. He picks Jango up and bodyslams him, then climbs to the top rope and hits with an elbow drop on Cross!!! He covers again, hooking the leg. 1....2.... 2 and a half as Death makes the save by dragging Croc off of him. Croc gets up and his nailed by a right hand from Death. Croc elbows him in the face, sending him into the ropes. Croc charges and Death backdrops him up and over the top rope. Croc hits the arena floor with a thud. Death climbs out and picks Croc up. He picks him up by the throat...and chokeslams him through the spanish announce table!!!
Doc: Holy crap!!! WHAT A CRASH THAT WAS! CROC MAY BE DEAD!
Brad: How ironic that would be, but I doubt it, he's moving a bit. Jango from inside the ring, look out!! SUICIDE PLANCHA ON DEATH!
Now all three competitors lie motionless among the debris of the table. Jango is the first one to rise and he pants the boots to Croc, then picks him up and tosses him back into the ring. Jango rolls in after him and picks him up and hits a bridge suplex! Referee counts 1...2...Croc squirms out. Jango pulls the TV Champ to his feet once more whips him into the corner. Croc hits them hard and stands there dazed. Jango climbs through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles behind Croc and executes a Tornado DDT from the top rope! He covers again! Ref counts 1...2...Croc somehow summons up the energy needed to slip a shoulder up mere miliseconds from being pinned. Jango, a bit exasperated, nonetheless decides to try another high flying move. He climbs tot he top rope and waits for Croc to rise. He leaps and hits with a missile dropkick!! Jango takes too long making the cover. 1...2...Croc kicks out. Death has finally climbed back into the ring and as Jango stands up, Death blasts him with a running boot to the face. Death picks up the U.S. Champ and hits him with several punches, before whipping him into the ropes and nailing him with a powerslam! A cover! 1...2...kickout by Jango. Death picks him up again...whips him off the ropes, runs the opposite ropes, and both men clothesline each other!
Brad: My god, what action thus far and we are only a match and a half into it!
Doc: I'm getting dizzy just trying to keep up with everything!
All three men are laid out again. The ref starts to count but realizes there HAS to be a winner so he stops and just waits. Death is first to his feet, followed by Croc. Death charges and Croc ducks. Death rebounds off the ropes and Croc goes for a Croc kick, but Death catches his foot, spins him around and gives him an atomic drop. Jango gets up and spears Death as Croc is wincing bowlegged around the ring. Jango covers 1....2....Croc nails him with a elbow drop to the back of the head. Croc pulls Jango to his feet and tries a punch, but the wild swing misses as Jango ducks and gives Croc ANOTHER atomic drop! Croc goes staggering off again. Death rises and grabs Jango from behind and whips him into the ropes. Jango gets a spinebuster from Death! Death picks him up again and whips him into the ropes once more. Death tries a back bodydrop, but Jango leaps over him and applies a sleeperhold!! Death fights to stay on his feet. He gathers once last ounce of strength and rams Jango backwards into the turnbuckle. Jango is flattened against the post as Death staggers out, trying to shake off the cobwebs. But he doesn't get the chance as Croc from out of nowhere nails him with the Croc Kick!! Death falls stunned to the canvas and Croc covers. Ref counts 1....2....3!
Doc: He did it! He did it! Croc joins Pickle in the Triple Crown Final!!
Alex Layne: Dirge, all week I've been waiting for you to say something,
did
you know that? No, not because I'm obsessed, but more along the lines
of the
fact you act like you're everything, like I do. I still show up though
and
you don't show up. That makes you a coward, you're gutless... Really!
Alex picks up some tapes from the table he's standing next to.
Alex Layne: I had some more stuff to send in, more promos right here
that I
never bothered with because after all this time pissing you off Dirge,
what
do you do? Nothing at all. When it comes down to the end of it you're
just a
waste of everyones time. Somebody actually goes to the next level as
far as
stepping up to you goes and you go silent, what the hell are you Dirge?
Certainly not a man! You're a pussy Dirge, honest to God. If I had a
dictionary with me at the moment I'd open it, go to the P section and
find
your picture next to that very word.
He throws the tapes back onto the table, he shakes his head in disgust.
Alex Layne: Didn't know this was all it took. If Kahuna would have
known
this I'm sure he'd of done all I did instead of lose twice to the pansy
he
lost to. You also proved Pickles right, you're over-rated greatly while
other wrestlers are under-rated, which is quite a shame when it comes
down
to it. Guys who deserve to be in the place you're about to lose have to
deal
with being not only in the middle, but under you to begin with. The
only
thing wrong with the RAWF from it being the absolute best federation
around
is you being the World Champion and I'm damn proud of the fact that
later
tonight I'm going to correct that mishap. You think that because You've
held
the title as long as you have that you're a good wrestler... Oh no
Dirge, it
means shit all. You're a paperchamp as far as I'm concerned, you've
proved
that by just this week. As a matter of fact I wouldn't even say
paperchamp,
I'd say paperchump. You couldn't even injure someone properly.
Wesley Richards enters in the cameras view, he isn't one hundred
percent but
he can walk just fine and such and boy does Richards have a grin on his
face.
Alex Layne: You see? I told you he'd make it to Triple Crown, but he
won't
be accompanying me ringside. Because he's injured? No... Because like I
said
before I'm going in this match clean and I'm going to beat you cleanly.
No
chair shots, no distracting the ref. Its you and me while I show to
everyone
in the RAWF exactly what you are... A fraud!
Wesley Richards: Enjoy your night Dirge.
The two men exit the locker room.
Brad: One of these three men could very possibly walk out of America Airlines Arena a double champion!! Death would have to win three matches to do it, but it IS conceiveable!
Brad: What a match!!! This night is going to go down in history! Let's take you back to the locker room of the challenger for the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship!
Backstage Alex Layne is in his wrestling attire for his match later in
the
night. He doesn't have his arrogant smirk on his face, just a serious
expression. He's standing by the table in his locker room.
SINNER VS. BLAKE ZULU VS. BAGGS
Levitan: The following contest is a Semi-Final Tournament match for the TRIPLE CROWN!!! Introducing first ... ... from Los Angeles, California.... weighing 232 pounds .... BLAKE ZULU!
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
"Sweet Leaf" by Godsmack cues the crowd so they can go wild! As Blake Zulu appears at the top of the ramp wearing his trademark tie-dyed singlet, the fans lets him know they enjoy his matches with thunderous applause. Smiling, and shaking his head in the affirmative, he gets to the ring, jumps on the apron, launches himself off the top rope and into the ring, as fans take a multitude of pictures...
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Baltimore, Maryland.... weighing 210 pounds ... this is SINNER!!
Pride you feel
Pride that you felt when you'd kneel
Not the word
Not the love
Not what you thought from above
Levitan: And his opponent ... from South Boston, Virginia.... weighing 265 pounds ... this is BAGGS!!
Caught up in things that are inside of me.
Looking for something that I cannot see.
Losing my faith but I'm trying to believe
Brad: This is going to be fantastic! Who will be the last entrant into the Triple Crown finals? Will it be the tall powerful Baggs, who can wrestle with the best of them...will it be the submission expert Sinner, who can take you out in a manner of seconds?...How about Blake Zulu, who always looks so...mellow! On top of that, he is a technical master. Toss a coin on this one...
Doc:...it looks like Baggs is going to toss something else...he's starting early!
Baggs hits the ring and doesn't wait for the bell! Grabbing Sinner, he heaves him over the top rope. Zoo tries a dropkick, but Baggs swats it away, and heaves Blake over the top rope. Sinner grabs Baggs legs and drags him outside, where he slams him, back-first, into the post. Sinner then goes for the kill with a superkick, but all he hits is metal, then the floor as he grips his injured leg. Zulu starts to round the corner, jumps up on the top step, springs off of that, then nails a modifies missile dropkick, sending Baggs down. Zoo tries to whip the Virginia native into the security railing, but Baggs reverses it, tossing Blake into the crowd. Sinner sneaks up behind Baggs, limping and all, grabs Baggs' head and slams it into the railing. Baggs elbows Sinner in the gut, then buries his boot into the injured leg, sending Sinner to the arena floor. Blake emerges from the crowd, jumps up, springs off the railing, then hits a spinning heel kick, sending Baggs into the steps. Grabbing Baggs, Zoo smashes his head into the steps. The crowd is standing, everyone trying to get a view of the melee. Baggs staggers back, and Sinner cracks him with a chair, sending him down! Sinner starts hammering Baggs' left leg with the chair, trying to injure it. As Sinner raises the chair a third time, Zulu nails a roundhouse kick, sending the chair right into the man who wields it. Blake then throws Sinner into the ring. He grabs Baggs and rolls him under the bottom rope. Climbing to the top rope, he leaps up and tries a split-legged dropkick, to hit both of them. Hitting Sinner, Sinner hits the mat. Baggs ducks out of the way, and grabs Zoo as he tries to get back up. The referee then has the opportunity to signal the timekeeper, and the bell rings, officially starting the match!
Doc: So, Brad, do you think they'll go through the "feeling out" stage, where they start out cautiously to see what everyone else has in mind?
Brad: Hehe...no, I think we are past that stage...you'd thought they might start out slow, though...
Doc: This ain't half bad, though. Already, we have had brawling outside of the ring, chair shots, a "crowd-toss," a superkick into the pole...it just goes to show you...these guys want a shot at that Crown!
Brad: Who wouldn't want to be the first King in the two part storied history of RAWF? My only concern is...if these guys kill each other, will there be anything left for the main event?
Blake is whipped into the ropes and hit with a sidewalk slam. Baggs turns to see what Sinner is doing when the unrepentent one hits him with a double ax-handle in the face, doubling him over. A scissors kick later, and Sinner is making a cover...1-power kick out! At the time, Zoo started an elbow drop, to try and break the count, so when Baggs broke it prematurely by Zoo's count, Blake crashes down on Baggs with the elbow. Smiling to himself, he somersaults back, putting distance between himself and his two opponents. Sinner grabs Baggs by the leg and attempts a half-crab. Baggs kicks him in the face with the other foot, sending him backpedaling into Zoo, who hits him with a reverse DDT. Blake makes the pin attemp...1-2-Baggs kicks Zoo off of him, pounds him with a few punches, then hits a textbook snap suplex! Out of the corner of his eye, Baggs sees Sinner getting to his feet. Playing a little oppossum, Baggs makes a cover...1-Baggs anticipates Sinner's move and gets out of the way of the dropkick that is part of Sinner's arsenal. Impacting Zoo nicely, Sinner doesn't have long before Baggs picks him up, shoots him into the ropes, and nails him with a powerslam. He makes the cover...1-2-Zulu stops the count! Baggs and Zulu get to their feet and start chopping at one another. Sinner stumbles to his feet and joins the fight...Zoo punches Baggs, Baggs punches Sinner, Sinner staggers back then sends several chops into Baggs' chest. Zoo chops at Sinner, who starts punching Zulu. The crowd gets to their feet as the three men wail on one another and beat each other's chests nearly blood red...
Brad: Someone has to drop sometime...what a contest! Who is going to run out of gas first, Doc?
Doc: My money is on Baggs. He is the biggst guy in there, which means the longer the match goes, the worse it will be for him. He weighs 33 pounds more than Zoo, and 55 pounds more than Sinner. That extra weight will catch up to him unless he beats them first.
Baggs knees Zulu in the gut, sending him back a little and doubled over. Taking a shot from Sinner, he ignores the pain and sends a forearm into his opponents face, causing him to pause his attack. Grabbing both men by the hair, he executes a good old fashioned "double noggin' knocker." Zoo and Sinner go down. Scooping Sinner up, he bodyslams him onto Blake, and lays on top of the pile...1-2-kickout(s)! Both men get out from underneath Baggs. As they get to a vertical base, Baggs clotheslines Zoo, and Sinner jumps him, swinging like a maniac! The Maryland Native grabs ahold of Baggs' head and performs a jawbreaker. Sinner then applies a nerve pinch to the underside of Baggs' chin in the area between the opponent's jaw bone. In extreme pain, the man from South Boston doesn't have to endure that long as Zoo clobbers Sinner with thunderous forearms, which cause him to release the hold. Zulu then hits him with a belly to back suplex! When the California native stands up, he charges and spears Baggs, who started moving toward his two opponents. Running the ropes, he hits the Munchie Factor on Baggs. Figuring he was down for a moment or two, Blake impacts Sinner with a twisting legdrop. Climbing to the top rope, Blake, while camera flashes go off in droves, dives from the top rope and hits the California Sunset. Before he can officially make the cover, Baggs pulls him off of Sinner. Zoo bridges and hops to his feet to meet him, but Baggs clotheslines him down. Grabbing Zoo, Baggs puts him position, and nails a piledriver. Waiting patiently for him to get up, he nails Blake with the Fatal Blow superkick! Smiling, Baggs turns around to check on Sinner before making the cover, and he gets nailed with a superkick! Rolling with the blow, Baggs hits the mat. Even though he didn't catch him with "everything on" that kick, Sinner makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Baggs gets to a vertical base, blocks a punch from Sinner, knees him in the groin, and plants him with a DDT. Baggs makes the cover...1-2---Zoo drags him off!
Doc: It's a zoo in there...hehe..no pun intended!
Brad: Lots of action, hard to keep up with everything. No one has run out of gas yet, but its getting about that time where someone will. You still sticking with Baggs? I'm going with Zoo...Sinner is lightest guy in the ring, and well conditioned, so he probably has wind left. Zoo has taken a great amout of punishment, and I think Baggs, who still looks strong, will tear into him some more, wearing Blake down...
Doc: I'm still staying with Baggs, I wont change my answer, now. Baggs has absorbed some punishment, too.
Zoo waits a moment, lets Baggs come to him, then arm drags him, while then turning it into an arm bar. Wrenching away at the limb, Baggs starts to swing at Zoo, when Sinner plasters Baggs with a superkick while he was engaged with Mr. 420. Zoo lets Baggs drop, then locks up with Sinner. Sinner whips him into the ropes and hits a high knee. Blake falls, then Sinner applies the Rings of Saturn. Just as it looks like Zulu may tap out, Baggs reenters the picture. Stomping at Sinner's head, he causes a break. Baggs picks him up, headbutts him repeatedly until Sinner's knees buckle, cinches him up, then hits a tilt a whirl slam. Grabbing him again, Baggs props him on the top turnbuckle, looks over at Zoo, who is currently playing opposum to allow his two opponents to beat the hell out of each other, then connects with a superplex! Hauling him to his feet, he grabs Sinner by the throat, then chokeslams him over the top rope, down to the arena floor. Baggs turns around, and sees Zoo, ready to go. The combatants circle each other, then converge for a lock-up...
Brad: You know, if I was Sinner, I'd just lay there for awhile. Zoo took a break during this match, so should he. All he has to do is peridically keep an eye on things and wait for his opportunity!
Doc: I don't think he has a choice about staying there...he's hurt! Although, if he does get to feeling better...you are right, he needs to take it easy!
Brad: He hasn't moved yet...I think he's faking it...he is a RAWF Superstar, we grow'em tough around here. All he needs to see is his opportunity!
Doc: All he needs to see is Seven get down here with his Singapore cane!
Zoo and Baggs lock up. Baggs very powerfully throws Blake away from him. Zulu flies back, starts a roll, then ends up back on his feet. Baggs charges, Zulu ducks, runs the ropes, then jumps at Baggs, who catches him. Baggs drops straight down with a backbreaker, bending Mr. 420 over his knee. Not letting him drop to the mat, Baggs keeps him in his grip, stands up, then delivers another backbreaker...then another. After the third backbreaker, Baggs picks him up, then bodyslams him down. Baggs then starts a lateral press, covering his opponent...1-2-kickout! Zoo tries to crawl away, but his opponent catches him, turns him over, then hits a slingshot catapult into the the corner. Baggs then whips Zulu hard into the other corner, which works on the technician's back. Taking his time and not charging, Baggs closes in, and puts Zoo in a human torture rack. The pain in Blake's back is excruciating. The official asks Zoo whether he wants to quit...Zoo, through the pain, jokes, "Give me a minute, will ya'?" Baggs, not thinking that this is terribly funney, increases the pressure, and bounces around, jostling Zulu's back even more. Sinner gets up, looks around, and sees Blake in a bad predicament. Seeing his chances at being King diminish, Sinner climbs the ropes, perches on the top, then jumps in a perfect high cross body form onto Baggs and Zoo. All three men fall in a clump, all three men impacted by the risky move. The ref looks at the wreckage, then decides to make a count on all three men...1-2-3-4-
Doc: Sinner has more guts than I gave him credit for! Hitting that move on two guys tangled up in a torture rack...that is just evil! I liked it!
Brad: It was a desperation move, and a good one, I think, to try and level the playing field...
5-6-7-8-Sinner gets off of the pile and grabs Zoo. Whipping Blake into the corner, Zulu bounces off and spears Sinner! Clubbing him with some punches, Zulu sees Baggs leaping up for an elbow drop, so Blake moves and lets Sinner take it. Blake rolls back, stands up, then spears Baggs as he gets to his feet. Whipping Baggs into the corner, Zoo runs up, jumps, grabs Baggs, and moneyflips him out of the corner. Getting to the top rope, Blake, feeling the emotion and intensity from the fans, hits the Wild Side on Baggs, sending him down hard. Zulu makes the cover...1-2-Sinner pulls him off! Zulu repays the act with a well-placed mule kick that punishes the cultish figure. Walking over to the sore Sinner, Zulu applies a figure four leglock, making his opponent wince in pain... Hoping to get a submission before Baggs revives, Blake slams his fist into Sinner's knee, but Zoo sees Baggs getting up. Releasing the hold, Zoo whips Sinner toward Baggs, who then promptly clotheslines him down. Blake and Baggs then form a peculiar alliance, each person grabbing an arm, whipping Sinner into the ropes, then downing him with a double clothesline. Dragging Sinner back up, Zoo whips him toward Baggs again, who back body drops him over the tope rope. Zoo charges Baggs, and he is then back body dropped outside the ring, where Sinner breaks his fall. Zoo pops up, grabs Baggs legs, trips him down, then enters teh ring. Running the ropes, Blake hits a Thesz press, and starts wailing away at Baggs with what strength he has left. Baggs throws him off, gets to his feet, then DDT's the weakened Zoo...the crwod goes silent as the popular wrestler lays there motionless, and Baggs goes for the cover...1-2---kickout! The crowd stops holding its breath and starts to cheer! Baggs, a little frustrated, covers Blake again...1-2--kickout! Shaking his head, "No," the man called Baggs gets himself to a vertical base, backs up, and gets ready for the Fatal Blow...
Brad: Lots of things can go on, here...Baggs can hit the finisher, or not. If he hits the finisher, will Sinner get in to make the save? Is Sinner done for the night?
Doc: Are you done with questions for the night? Lets look at the action, we'll have your answers. This has been a great match, it speaks for itself...so if you don't mind...
Zoo stands, Baggs shoots out with his superkick, and Blake barely dodges it. Zulu plows into Baggs, but he pounds Zoo on the back with forearms, then hits a gutwrench suplex! Sinner crawls back into the ring for another stand. Converging onto Baggs position carefully, he headlocks him from behind and bulldogs Baggs. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Zoo gets to his feet, and he and Baggs start working over Sinner. Throwing Sinner into the ropes, they clasp hands to double clothesline him again...when he leaps up into the air, and double clotheslines THEM! Sinner covers Zoo...1-2-kickout! Baggs grabs Sinner and puts him into a piledriver position. Zulu mounts the second rope, and they hit a spike piledriver! With the damage done, the two men lock-up. Baggs throws Blake into the ropes, then attempts a clothesline. Zoo bounces off of the ropes, and attempts a clothesline. Hitting each other very hard, both men collapse...
Doc: All three men down! If they get counted out, then do we have a regular one on one match for the Triple Crown?
Brad: Good question. I hope the Big Three have a backup plan...
The match official starts his count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-Baggs gets to his knees, and Zulu gets to his, which stops the count. Both men lock up one last time, with Zulu whipping the Hardcore Icon into the ropes. Both men swing with their best clotheslines AGAIN, and they double clothesline each other, but this time, a little harder. Both men get elevation, and drop top the mat. Zoo lands with his arm on Baggs. Baggs lands with his arm on Blake. The referee makes the count...1-2-(Zoo raises his shoulder)3!
Brad: Zoo did it! Zoo got his shoulder up and made it to the final match for the Crown!
Doc: Baggs got his shoulder up, too...let's look at the replay, because something needs to be done!
Brad: I think you are mistaken...I didn't see Baggs shoulder go up...the footage will clear it up...
The slow motion sequence shows the two men clotheslining each other and going down. Both men have their arms draped over the other...the official makes the cover...1-2-zoo gets his shoulder up, and Baggs, just barely, gets his shoulder up, but then goes back down as the ref slaps 3
Doc: See, he got his shoulder up...it may have been close, but it was up!
Brad: A little too close if you ask me. We can see it on our monitors...but the ref can't slo-mo, the ref is human...he made a judgement call, and I think the video evidence is inconclusive!
Doc: Yeah, let's keep going until it is conclusive!
Brad: Sorry, Doc, isn't going to happen. That was VERY close...I'd hate to be the one to call that!
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As Zoo is picking himself off the mat, Baggs is watching the footage from the Radi-tron. He apparently agrees with Doc, because next thing we know, he grabs Zoo by the hair, picks him up and levels him with a Fatal Blow! Still pissed off, he climbs out of the ring and grabs a chair, then storms up the aisleway and heads backstage.
Brad: Where's he going with that chair??
Doc: I don't know! Lets stay with him and find out!
Baggs: Listen up jessica! This shit ends now!!! I am tired of being screwed over!!
Jessica: Baggs, I can understand you being upset. After all, that was a very close call out there...... but ....could you put that chair away? Your making me nervous.
Baggs: Ohhhhhh, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHOS GONNA BE NERVOUS BABE!! I'm tired of playing games!! I want what's coming to me!!
Jessica: Okay, okay. I'm sure you will get it. Umm...in the meantime, do you mind if I do my job and interview this next person? He's going to be here any minute.
The rage threatens to overcome Baggs for a minute, then all of a sudden the anger drains away from his face and he smiles.
Baggs: Sure Miss Beach. I'm sorry I scared you. I'm just a bit frustrated...a hot shower should do the trick. Seeya later.
Baggs turns and walks off camera and Jessica breathes a sigh of relief. From the opposite direction, in walks Xavier Cross!
Xavier: Hey Jess! I'm ready! Let's give the folks what they want!
Jessica: Folks, I have with me now, the former World Tag Team Champion with his brother Jango Cross ....Xavier Cross. Xavier, a few weeks ago you suffered what some say could be a career ending injury, how do you feel and how is rehab going?
Xavier: Jess it's going fine, I've..
Suddenly, Baggs rushes in and wallops Xavier over the head with the chair, busting the former Tag Champ open. Jessica screams and gets the hell out of there. Baggs takes the chair and starts hitting Xavier on his injured leg. Then he grabs Jess' microphone and bellows.
Baggs: Nobody ....especially a has been like you...is safe from me now!
Baggs drops the mic and starts to hit him again, but he sees something off screen and drops the chair and runs out. Seconds later, Jango Cross comes running in. He starts to pursue, but comes to his senses and kneels to check on his brother. Seconds after that, paramedics and Commisioner Vice comes rushing in. The paramedics shove Jango aside so they can look at Xavier. Jango stands up and looks at Vice.
Jango: I want that bastard next week! Nobody messes with my brother like that!
Vice: Jango, I..
Jango: Next week Vice....I'll put the belt up, I don't care!!
Vice: Fine Jango ....you and Baggs next week on Chaos for the United States Championship.
Jango: And that bastard will pay.
Jango goes back to watching the medics as the camera switches back to the arena.
Baggs heads into the interview area where Jessica Beach seems to be preparing to interview someon, but that person is not yet present. Baggs takes the chair and walks right up to her.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Detroit, Michigan.... weighing 248 pounds .... CHRIS PAGE !
And live large
A big house. Five cars, your brain charge
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly"
Levitan: And his opponent ... from Cupertino, California.... weighing 195 pounds ... this is KRIS WAYNE!!
"Chocolate Fudge" by Mannheim Steamroller starts playing over the sound system, starting out with piano and then segueing into synthesizers. Kris bounces out of the back in his trunks with the purple stripe up the side and custom RAWF T-shirt with the purple logo. Jason Pryde isn't far behind in his trademark light blue polo shirt and khakis. A pyro fountain erupts on each side of the ramp, and a confetti bomb explodes from the rafters. Jason and Kris look up, Jason shakes his head and chuckles, Kris gives a cheesy smile and a big thumbs up to the nearest camera. Kris then proceeds to work the crowd, scribbling a quick signature on a sign that a young kid and his dad were holding out with an open purple sharpie pen. He high-fives the boy, his dad, and the kids surrounding. The other side yells at him and he runs over and gives high-fives to that side as well. Kris does a backflip to the delight of the fans, then jogs down to the ring and slides in.
Brad: Chris Page is a burly individual, who, from what I'm to understand, knows much in the way of suplexes. He better not think that will be all he needs against "Shadow" Kris Wayne. Wayne is an up and comer..and I daresay might have won the future shining star award in the RAWF awards if he had of been established back then. Chronic better bring his "A" game...
Doc: What's with the "love-fest" with Kris Wayne...he hasn't won much, isn't very big...I say Chris Page feeds him his lunch!
Brad: He has had some close matches...and Kris Wayne nearly became Television champion! How about THAT! Kris Wayne started out the match like a shot! The opening second of the match, ladies and gentlemen, and Kris Wayne hit a jumping sidekick, catching Page unawares! He must have overlooked Wayne like Doc, here!
Doc: Leave me out of it! Wayne following up nicely with a spinning heel kick, sending Page to the mat!
Wayne backs up from his opponent and lets the larger man come to him. Ducking down, he performs a single leg trip, then applies an achilles tendon hold. Stretching his leg for a bit, Kris releases it and kicks the inside of the leg, causing his opponent to grab his leg in pain. Page uses his other foot to kick him away, and gets up a little shaky. Charging after Shadow, Wayne uses his leverage and hip-tosses his opponent down. Chris gets right back up, and Wayne dropkicks him back, which forces him to bounce off the ropes slightly. When this occurs, Wayne comes back with a leg sweep kick that knocks the bigger man down. From outside, Jason Pryde applaudes his charge, nodding with approvement at the young protege. Shadow keeps it up. As "Chronic" starts to get to his feet by getting to his knees, Kris maneuvers around him. He places both his feet on the back of "Chronic's" bent knees so both of his knees are in the back of Page's back. Wayne links both hands under his opponent's chin and pulls back, applying pressure to Page's chin. The clever hold has the ref asking Chris if he wants to quit, but Page yells a harsh negative at him. Determined to not be beaten so easily, Page leans forward, ignores the excruciating pain, and flips Wayne over his head. Grabbing ahold of Shadow, he cinches in a headlock, and squeezes like hell, resting while dishing out a little pain. Releasing the headlock, Page quickly turn it into a choke...1-2-3-4-Chris releases it. Getting to his feet while Shadow coughs, hacks and wheezes from the blatant chokehold, Page picks up his 195 pound opponent and hits an overhead release belly to belly suplex. With satisfaction, Page listens to the sound of the thud behind him. Turning around, Chris gets Wayne to his feet and throws him around with a release German suplex. The crowd starts booing as Kris lays in a heap much like Beatle Bailey. Page, playing the part of Sarge, hoists him up, and hits a T-bone suplex. Letting his smaller opponent lay there in pain, Page puts his boot on Shadow's chest and makes a "cover"...1-2-kickout! Stomping Kris repeatedly, he steps on Wayne and walks over him, then drops an elbow for good measure. Draping an arm over Kris in a nonchalant fashion, he goes for another pin...1-2-kickout!
Doc: I just don't know what Page is thinking here...he needs to hook a leg, maybe roll him up...that showboating style isn't going to cut it...I don't care how much the opponent weighs...
Brad: Exactly, and Kris Wayne has a lot of heart. Obviously, Chris Page did not scout him out well, or he would have known that!
Doc: I didn't say that so you could go off advertize the Kris Wayne fan club again...keep your mind on the match!
As Wayne gets to his feet, Page prepares to slap on a full nelson, but Pryde actually trips Shadow down, and drags him out of the ring. The official barks at the manager, and warns him that another outburst will get him thrown out! He starts to count Shadow out, while Jason tries to revive Wayne a little, and offer some insight into the match. The ref continues with his count...5-6-7-Kris rolls back in, and Pryde jumps on the apron to distract the Chronic, allowing his wrestler to get to his feet unmolested. Page runs at Shadow, missing with a clothesline, and Kris trips him again as he goes by. Getting onto Page, Kris starts to apply an STF, but Chris powers out before it can properly be applied. Wayne then gets to a vertical base and drops a knee into the small of Page's back as he starts using the ropes to help himself up. Swinging around, Chris thrusts up with a chop in the throat. Getting to his feet, Page starts to stand up when Shadow sucks it up, drops to his knees and sends an elbow into Page's midsection. Returning the favor, Kris sends a throat thrust into Chronic, then stands up and bulldogs his incompacitated opponent. Wayne runs the ropes, then baseball slides right into Chris Page's face. Continuing, he slaps on a front face lock chokehold. The referee, upon further inspection, decides it isn't quite legal, and therefore starts a count...1-2-3-4-Wayne breaks it. Wayne grabs Chris by the hair, starts to pick him up, then rolls him up in a small package...1-2-kickout! Shaking some of the damage off, Page stands up faster than Shadow expected, connects with several punches, and a couple of forearms. Whipping Wayne into the ropes, he hits an elbow smash clothesline that drops Kris cold.
Brad: Page trying to assert himself. He has had some offense, but Shadow has kept him off-kilter with his martial arts kicks, speed and tenacity!
Doc: Chronic Chris Page has looked like Moronic Chris Page...but he can turn it around! He is much too big to be dominated like this! Come on Page! Press the advantage!
Dropping a few elbows onto Kris' chest, Page slaps him around and picks him up. Spinning him around, Chris buries a forearm into Wayne's back, then slaps on a full nelson. Picking his opponent up, he drops him down hard, and the crowd "ooohs" and falls silent as Chronic Chris Page goes for the pin...1-2---kickout! Looking in disbelief, he picks Wayne back up, slaps on the full nelson, and slams him down again! The crowd gasps, and he roughly hooks a leg, expecting an easy pin this time...1-2---kickout! The crowd absolutely comes to life with a roar! Chants of "Sha-dow, Sha-dow" fill the air, the fans stomp their feet in unison trying to pump him up and get his adrenaline going...but Page has other ideas. Picking him up for a third time, he slaps on another full nelson, when Jason Pryde gets on the apron! Shouting obscenities and daring him to "Try that chickenshit move on me!" Pryde's eyes flash with defiance, and Chris Page answers the call. Dropping Wayne, Page practically sprints to Jason's position. Swinging, he connects with a right cross to Pryde's jaw. He takes the punch, tastes a little blood inside his mouth, then punches Chris back before he throws another. Cracking Chronic in the kisser, he grabs Page's head, then drops down, clotheslining him on the top rope. The referee does not disqualify Shadow because Page initiated the physical contact with the manager. However, he now has security remove him as a presence at ringside. Shouting out, "Finish this Kris!" he leaves while cooperating fully.
Doc: It is about damned time they got him out of here. I think he has more in-ring action than Wayne most nights!
Brad: Please, feel free to exaggerate what is going on. Page didn't have to let him goad him like that. All he had to do was finish that third full nelson slam, and who knows what would have happened. He could very well have gotten the pin!
Doc: Don't sugar coat and put a positive spin on this...he was cheating for his guy, and Chris Page was fighting a handicap match...bottom line!
Brad: The bottom line is that Wayne is up, and Page doesn't know it because HE just got to his...
Kris Wayne hits a back suplex, then follows up with a flurry of moves...an elbow drop, a knee drop, a fist drop, a leg drop. Throwing everything he has at him, Kris springboards off the second rope and hits a moonsault. Not trying for the pin, Wayne drags him over to the corner and hits a split legged moonsault...then goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! Getting up, he runs the ropes, but sees that Chris has staggered to his feet. As he runs toward Page, Chris tries to leapfrog over the Shadow. Kris stops as Page jumps up in the air, and lands in the same spot. Wayne then hits him with a standing dropkick. Whipping him into the ropes, Wayne monkeyflips him with ease. Getting him back to his feet, Wayne cinches him up in a headlock for another bulldog, when Page pushes him away, right into a corner. Following in, he connects with an avalanche! Turning Kris around, he mounts the second rope, and starts slamming fists into his opponent. While they disapprove of Page at the moment, the crowd can't help themselves as they count along with the punches...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Page lets Wayne fall to the ground. Chris then applies his Page Recliner, but Kris is too close to the ropes, and grabs teh bottom rope before thinking about tapping out! Getting Wayne to his feet, he nails a few European forearms, kicks Kris in the stomach, then turns around for his signature stunner called the Page Plant. Feeling the move starting to take place, Kris steals one from Page's book, and pushes him away before the move can be completed. Moving fast, Shadow clips Chris' legs out from underneath him, takes ahold of his opponents legs, turns him around, and performs the Netsplit! In agony, and not about to reach the ropes, Chronic Chris Page reluctantly taps, signalling the end of the match!
Brad: What do you say, Doc? Your boy tapped out. I think the difference in this match was Jason Pryde. He had Kris Wayne focused on a game plan, and had him prepared for what to do in case of the Page Plant!
Doc: Oh, Jason Pryde was the difference alright! Chris Page had him beat, then Pryde illegally interferes, and the official does nothing! What a travesty!
Brad: Congratulations, Shadow, that was a great win, at this historic pay per view!
Doc: How much does Pryde pay you to say all of this????
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Brad: Next up is the RAWF Ironman Championship match! The challenger Dynamite Newton spun the wheel earlier this week and the result, as you can see now in the ring ...was Hell In The Cell. Earlier today we caught up with the RAWF Ironman Champion Arsenal X, who took it upon himself to help with the assembling of the massive cage...
Earlier Today...
The scene starts off with a shot of the concrete floor
of the American Airlines Arena of Miami, Florida. As
the camera begins to pan out, you hear the sound of
hammer hammering, drills screwing things, and the
blowtorch connecting something. As the camera
continues to back away, you begin to see the RAWF ring
crew building the Hell In the Cell cage that is
scheduled to appear in the Ironman Championship. As
the crew works feverishly to finish the cage, the
camera turns and you see Arsenal X walking down the
ramp wearing overalls pants and a white shirt
underneath. As he approaches the cage, he stops,
kneels, and picks up a hammer and continues his way to
the Hell In The Cell.
ARSENAL X: This is it, the cage that
will hold the TRUE Ironman Champion and the explosive
Dynamite Newton. Okay, maybe explosive is the wrong
word for Mr. Newton since he has been nothing but a
disappointment in not only my eyes, but in
managements. He has been telling to the people of the
RAWF that he will shape up, that we should expect
better things from Dynamite Newton, that he is going
to win the gold here. The question I have to ask is
how can you win gold if you don�t even put in the
effort? Do you think that things will be handed to you
because you and Croc had some memorable matches back
in your old federation? Give me a break. You got to
put your hard work into this business to even get
anything. To prove to you that I am putting work into
my championship reign, I decided to help in building
OUR cage, Newton.
X begins to a walk around the ring, asking the ring
crew if they need any help. They give him some poles
to insert at the base of the cage to keep it stable.
As X inserts the first pole, he begins to hammer it
into the designated hole. As he does this he begins to
speak.
ARSENAL X: So what if Dynamite
Newton is training his @$$ off for our match. What can
Dynamite Newton bring to the table that will get a
rise from the fans? What can you bring, Chris? Your
losing streak? Your pathetic attempts to get the US
Title and the TV Title? Honestly, I don�t even know
why the RAWF keep you around for...what are you trying
to do? Be the first person in RAWF history to get a
title shot and lose every single of those matches?
Well, you are certainly on your way pal. After Sunday,
you are going to be adding the Ironman Title to the
list of championship belts that you simply cannot
attain. Do you want to know why you can�t attain any
of these championship belts, it�s because the people
who are holding it are championship caliber wrestlers.
We were designed to be champions because we have the
talent, the desire, and the mind set. Unfortunately
Newton, you have none of these traits. Nothing.
Arsenal X begins to insert the second pole and starts
pounding it when he stops.
ARSENAL X: Chris, I am going to do
you a favor. I am going to dedicate my future victory
to you. I mean, my intention of going into this match
is to make you realize that you don�t have that fire
within you anymore. To make you see that you are not
that good. That you are getting eaten alive by sharks,
like me. I am going to retire you in our match. I will
bring upon so much pain that people will remember
Dynamite Newton as the man Arsenal X retired. You will
regret facing me one on one tonight, Chris. But to
dedicate our match, I am going to take this dynamite
stick and put it into this pole, in honor of your
future retirement tonight.
ARSENAL X: I don�t see why they are
so worried about. This dynamite stick is just like you
Chris. A dud. Hell, there is nothing in this stick.
::inserts the empty dynamite stick into the pole:: So
this match is for you, Newton because this will be
your last match here in the RAWF. I guarantee it.
Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...it is for the RAWF Ironman Championship and will be contested within the confines of The Hell In The Cell!! Introducing first ... from Miami, Florida.... weighing 275 pounds .... DYNAMITE NEWTON!
As Arsenal X takes out the dynamite stick out from his
back pocket, the RAWF ring crew sees the stick of
explosive and began to panic. Everyone dropped
whatever they were holding and began running up the
ramp. In a matter of seconds, the ring that was full
of workers is now empty, leaving only Arsenal X at
ringside.
X pounds the pole into the designated pole and leaves
the other two poles on the ground as he walks up the
ramp.
(Hell In the Cell)
ARSENAL X (C) VS. DYNAMITE NEWTON
The humongous steel structure they call The Hell In The Cell is lowered from above as Dan Levitan announces from ringside.
As �Gang Related� by AnyBody
Killah goes all about the speakers in the American
Airlines Arena, the fans cheer as the hometown hero
appears from backstage. He is coming down the ramp,
pumping his arms into the air to pump up the crowd
even more. He gives a couple of high-fives to the fans
and finally stops at the base of the ramp and standing
in front of the cage. He expects the cage a little and
proceeds to enter the cage, awaiting his opponent.
Levitan: And his opponent�led
toward the ring by his manager Hideki�weighing 265
pounds�hailing from Cypress, California�your RAWF
Ironman Champion�ARSENAL X!!!
One step from lashing out at you.
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?"
BRAD: And it looks like we are going to be in for a bloody match as the explosive Dynamite Newton faces the reigning Ironman Champion, Arsenal X. Things could get interesting.
DOC: Listen Brad, Dynamite Newton has something that Arsenal X will never have. That is hometown advantage. Do you think Newton will let down his hometown fans by letting some chump defeat him?
BRAD: I guess we will have to see. But what is Arsenal X doing? It seems he is giving some command to Hideki, looks like Hideki is getting something from one of those pipes. Oh wow! Hideki hands Arsenal X the harmless dynamite he left there when he was helping build the cage.
DOC: Geez, I wonder what he is going to do with that?
As Arsenal X is handed the empty dynamite, X approaches to Newton and gets right into his face. He puts the dynamite to his face and says some choice words to his opponent. The two begin to jaw back and forth in the ring before the referee broke it up. But before the referee broke it up, Newton grabs the dynamite stick and flicks it into the face of X. The referee stops pushing X as X stands in the ring staring coldly at Newton. The referee signals for the bell to ring and to begin the match. Before Newton can realize it, X charges Newton and brings him down with a surprising spear. Newton crumples to the ground as X stomps on the chest of the fallen man. Arsenal X picks up Newton and hurls him to the ropes, in anticipation of a clothesline. However, Newton begs to differ as he ducks under the swinging arm of X and comes back to deliver a savat kick that sends X to the ground. Newton follows it up with a spinning legdrop and goes for the pin. The referee barely gets there when X quickly lifts his shoulder off the ground. Newton hits the mat in frustration and lifts the head of X to only send it back to the mat with a well placed punch.
BRAD: It looks like Dynamite Newton took exception to X�s analogy of him being nothing but a dud dynamite.
DOC: Newton was justified in knocking X down. How can you come into someone�s hometown and insult him like that? How can you?
Newton picks up the dazed Arsenal X and walks him over to one of the corners. He props up X on top of the turnbuckles and he ascends to the top rope as well. He begins to twirl his arms to indicate that he is going to execute a hurracana from the top rope. As he leaps and wraps his legs around the head of Arsenal X, X quickly leaps himself and turns the would be top rope hurracana to a top rope sit down powerbomb. Newton is laid out on the mat as Arsenal X rolls around holding the same tailbone he hurt back in the match with Pickles at Chaos. The referee begins the ten count, but when he reached six, Arsenal X slowly props himself up onto the ropes, stopping the referee�s count. He snarls a bit and walks over to the still Dynamite Newton. He picks him up and executes quickly a DDT. He goes for the pin�1�2..KICK OUT! X shakes his head as he gets back up and looks around to look for what he can use.
Brad: Arsenal still showing the effects of his match with Baggs last week. You've got to give the champ credit, wrestling three matches of violent caliber in as many weeks. First a barbed wire match with Pickles, then a Falls Count Anywhere against Baggs, and now a Hell In The Cell! Can he keep up his energy and win a third straight?
Doc: It's a brutal job being the Ironman Champion. If X can't hack it, he should give it up.
X drags Newton to his feet and places him against the ropes. X launches himself off the opposite ropes and hits Dynamite with a clothesline. The momentum of the move takes both men over the top rope and out onto the floor between the ring and the cage, where they lie still for a bit. Arsenal staggers to his feet and stomps on Newton a few times as the ref climbs out of the ring in case of a pinfall attempt. X drags Dynamite up and tries to ram his head into the cage. Newton reaches out with both hands on the cage and blocks the move, then elbows X in the ribs and rams the champion's head into the cage. X bounces off of it like a pogo stick, his head busted open. Dynamite grabs him and rakes his face against the cage. X bellows out in agony and stumbles away, falling to his knees. Dynamite charges and nails him with a kick to the face, sending him the rest of the way to the mat. Dynamite climbs up on the ring apron, then to the top turnbuckle. X groggily stands up and Dynamite leaps. He hits with a plancha and both men tumble back to the concrete. Dynamite slowly pulls himself up on the cage and stumbles around dazed. He gets his bearings and reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He fumbles with it, but finally gets it set up, then goes over to X and pulls him up by the hair.
Doc: Hey, this isn't a table match!!! What the hell is he doing??
Brad: It's still legal Doc. Anything goes in a Hell In The Cell.
Dynamite tosses X onto the table, then gets back up on the ring apron. Dynamite gets a running start along the ropes and jumps ....X rolls off of the table just as Dynamite leaps. Newton goes crashing through the table, busting it in half. X crawls across the concrete, then gets up and wipes the blood out of his eyes. He picks up one half of the table that Dynamite crushed and waits for him to get up. When he does, he swings the huge piece of wood and steel and clobbers Dynamite with it across the head. Dynamite falls back into the other half of the table, bleeding from the forehead. X places the table half on top of Dynamite, then backs up a ways. He charges and hits with an elbow drop atop the table that Dynamite is under. The move takes its toll out of both champ and challenger. Both lie not moving for a good long while. Eventually, X gets up and pulls the table off of Newton, then picks him up and tries to whip him into the corner post. Dynamite reverses it and X's shoulder goes into the steel pole. X steps back in obvious agony and Dynamite dropkicks him into the cage side! X hits the cage on the shoulder he just injured and cries out, then slumps to the floor.
Brad: Arsenal X is a fine athlete and has been a fine Ironman Champion, but even he can't take much more of this abuse.
Doc: Dynamite has thrown everything at him to make this a quick match, but I agree with you, the longer it goes, the more the odds favor Newton anyway. So maybe he should take his time and not be in such a hurry.
Dynamite picks X up and tosses him back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and hits with a fistdrop. He covers! The ref is out of position, but makes the count 1...2... X miraculously kicks out. Dynamite picks X up and tosses him back outside the ring! He climbs out and picks X up, then walks him over toward the cage door. He whips the champ into that door and the impact is felt throughout the arena. The force of that whip is so huge, it breaks the door off its hinges. X falls face first through the door. If this were a normal cage match, the champ would have won, but since it's a Hell In The Cell the match continues. Dynamite goes out of the cage to drag X to his feet. X gives him a low blow. Dynamite staggers away and X pulls himself up on the ring barricade. Hideki comes over to check on his charge, but X is so out of it, he doesn't recognize his manager and he nails him with a wicked chop that sends Hideki to the floor. Dynamite comes back and nails X with a lariat. Then Newton looks up and decides to scale the cage. He climbs up part way and prepares to jump down ont he champ. Hideki gets up and shakes the cage! Dynamite slips, but his foot gets caught. And he hangs awkwardly by one hand and one foot to the cage. X gets up and climbs the cage. When he gets even with Dynamite he tries to ram the challenger's head into the cage wall. Dynamite blocks it, and tries to do the same to the champ. At the same time, both men ram each other's head into the cage. By some act of God, they both manage to still hang on and not fall.
Doc: This is incredible!!! I can't believe it!!
Brad: Yes, it's definitely one of the most incredible matches I've ever seen either!
Doc: The match??? Oh yeah ...But I was talking about the great deal I just got on car insurance...
Brad: You are one of a kind Doc.
Both men climb their way to the top of the cage and stagger to their feet. The cage gives, but just a little and both men slug it out back and forth. The veteran referee for some crazy reason, decides to scale the cage too. Meanwhile, X wallops Dynamite with a knife edge chop that sends him staggering back and teetering on the edge.....but he catches himself and instead leaps forward and tackles the champion. The impact of the move buckles the cage ceiling...but it doesn't collapse amazingly. The referee climbs up on the cage with them, a little unsteadily....and the cage STILL does not cave in.
Doc: Holy mother of Troy!!! Arsenal must have really done a good job helping build that cage. It's good to know he has something to ....errr....fall back on when his career is over.
Brad: Which might be tonight if that cage collapses!! We may need three stretchers ...or possibly three bodybags if that thing gives out!!!
Both men get up and Arsenal connects with a spinning karate kick!!! Dynamite hits the cage and ...........the whole structure collapses inward like a house of cards!!!!!!
Brad: MY GOD!!!! MY GOD!!!!! THEY'RE DEAD!! THEY'VE GOT TO BE DEAD!!!
Doc: I....I... WAIT!!! They are all moving!!!
The way the cage collapsed allowed the ref to grab ahold and slide down with minimal injury. He managed to get up fairly quickly. X managed to slow his decent by grabbing onto the slowest falling part of the cage. Dynamite got REALLY lucky.....he wasn't coherent enough to grab anything, but the way the roof tilted before it collapses deposited him roughly, but not fatally to the canvas. X crawls underneath the remains of the cell and finds Dynamite. He pulls him out and drags him clear of the debris. Then he covers him. The ref counts 1....2....3!
Doc: I do. It was one big cluster*bleep*
Brad: Okay, I'll go with that one.
Brad: I don't ..... I can't..... I don't have the words to describe what we have just witnessed.