[Onto a pitch black screen, the familiar logo flashes...] . 8888888b. .d8888b. 888 888 888 Y88b d88P Y88b 888 o 888 888 888 888 888 888 d8b 888 888 d88P 888 888 d888b 888 8888888P" 888 888d88888b888 888 T88b 888 888 88888P Y88888 888 T88b Y88b d88P 8888P Y8888 888 T88b "Y8888P" 888P Y888 RIVER CITY WRESTLING [Then into pitch black again. The sound of a drummer's cymbal being tapped repeatedly hits the air, like a breeze in the night, and a moment later a simple-but-haunting guitar riff joins in. Any Doors fan would instantly recognise it as the intro of "The End". We see slow-motion black and white images of the two men who will put their careers on the line tonight - Luke Kinsey and Chris Courtade.] V/O: Tonight marks the final chapter in the career of one of these men. [We see Kinsey nailing an opponent with the Big Bang superkick, then Courtade nailing an opponent with one of his patented killer lariats.] V/O: For months they have waged war, but tonight the final battle will be marked down in the annuls of history. [In comes one of the greatest voices the music world has ever known.] #This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end# [A clip of Courtade standing over Kinsey's fallen brother, Dante Reid, staring at the camera with the look of a madman.] #Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end# [Kinsey and Courtade doing battle at Caged Rage 3, duelling with ballbat versus chair.] #No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes Again# [Then, as the music goes back to instrumental, we see a shot of Courtade, half of his body hidden in dark shadows, one eye glaring menacingly at the camera; followed by a similar shot of Kinsey, determination etched into his facial features.] V/O: Tonight, for either Luke Kinsey or Chris Courtade... ...this is the end. [The screen goes black again, but then "Swinging the Dead" by Devildriver starts to play, accompanied by clips of current RCW wrestlers.] #Swinging the dead #Swinging the deeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaad [The Widow Makers - Alex Extreme, Magnus Colby and Alex Martinez - stand in the ring, looking arrogant and intimidating at the same time.] #Get it up, pick it up, #chilling thrilling sounds of the rock 'n roll haunted #It's the graveyard sound #with the monster thrash for the demon haunted [Luke Kinsey and Chris Courtade go to war, trading punches back and forth.] #Get it up, dig 'em up, #chilling thrilling sounds of the rock 'n roll haunted #It's the graveyard sound, #it's the graveyard sound for the evil hearted #Ride if you like, ride if you like [Madison J. Valentine nails the Air Valentine onto Shane Destiny; then a shot of MJV holding up the River City title belt.] #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Deathride [Chad Grimsson stares into the camera, his face a mask of oozing crimson blood.] #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Deathride [HERO Ishikawa crotchchops...again and again and again.] #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Deathride [Keiji Zasaki pastes Jamie Haruhara's chest with about the stiffest kicks you'll ever see.] #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Swinging the dead, #swinging the dead #Deathride [Rum Barton nails an opponent with a huge powerbomb through a table; Griffin James walks to the ring with the lovely Alexia by his side.] #Go #Pick it up, f**k it up, #this swinging sound it's got them moving #It's the graveyard sound, #it's the evil sound, this demon's got heart [Doc Holliday nails Alex Extreme with the Blackjack.] #Pick it up, f**k it up, #this swinging sound it's got them moving #You scream for blood, you scream for flesh, #just keep the bodies #Moving [Hannibal Carver stands on the entranceway stage, holding DA CAN OPENAH~! up in the air; then quick shots of Devon Case and Rick Marley.] #Swinging the dead, swinging the dead #Deathride #Swinging the dead, swinging the dead #Deathride #Swinging the dead, swinging the dead #Deathride #Swinging the dead, swinging the dead #Deathride [Juan Vasquez stands with the World title belt draped over his shoulder, a huge grin on his face.] #Go and swing it!! [Shane Destiny and Roxie stand in the ring, Destiny with an angry glare.] #Swinging the dead, swinging the dead #Deathride [And finally we see the moment that capped off the biggest night of Juan Vasquez's career, in slow motion, as he moonsaults through the hole in the top of the Rage in the Cage structure, down onto The Gremlin, at Caged Rage 3.] [A logo appears on screen...] . d888888b .d88b. d888888b .d8b. db `~~88~~' .8P Y8. `~~88~~' d8' `8b 88 88 88 88 88 88ooo88 88 88 88 88 88 88~~~88 88 88 `8b d8' 88 88 88 88booo. YP `Y88P' YP YP YP Y88888P d888888b .88b d88. d8888b. .d8b. .o88b. d888888b `88' 88'YbdP`88 88 `8D d8' `8b d8P Y8 `~~88~~' 88 88 88 88 88oodD' 88ooo88 8P 88 88 88 88 88 88~~~ 88~~~88 8b 88 .88. 88 88 88 88 88 88 Y8b d8 88 Y888888P YP YP YP 88 YP YP `Y88P' YP ______ ______ _ | _ \ | _ \(_) | | | | ___ ___ _ __ | | | | _ ___ | | | | / _ \ / _ \ | '__| | | | || | / _ \ | |/ / | (_) | | (_) || | | |/ / | || __/ |___/ \___/ \___/ |_| |___/ |_| \___| +=======================================+ | | | Glendale Arena, Phoenix, AZ | | | | July, 2004 | | | +=======================================+ [And then.....we're LIVE and on location inside the Glendale Arena!] *FWOOOOMMM!! FWOOOOOMMMM!! FWOOOOMMM!! FWOOOOMMM!!* [Four big columns of pyro erupt, sending the fans into a frenzy. The arena's jam-packed with fans, and the camera pans through the excited crowd to the entranceway, which is comprised of a black metallic stage standing some 10 feet above the arena floor, with a black and silver ramp leading down from it to the aisleway, which is bordered by black iron-pipe ring railings on either side. The center of the entranceway is a black cloth curtain, with the RCW logo on it in red. And of course the RiverTron big screen looms above all of this, currently featuring the words "DO OR DIE" in blood red lettering on a black background. The ring features a greyish coloured mat - with both the RCW logo and the FOX network logo right smack in the middle - red ringropes and ringposts, and black turnbuckle pads. From the ring apron to the floor hangs a black apron-skirt, which bears the word "Impact" in white and red script-type writing. The ringside floor is covered in a thin dark grey matting, and the same metal ring railing as was just seen in the aisleway circles the ringside area.] LVK: WE ARE _LIVE_ FROM THE GLENDALE ARENA IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA... WHERE TONIGHT WE WILL WITNESS THE END OF A SUPERSTAR'S CAREER!! WELCOME EVERYONE TO A VERY SPECIAL EDITION OF IMPACT!! WELCOME TO _TOTAL_ IMPACT... ... DO OR DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [Then the camera cuts to the ringside broadcast table, where the hosts of the show are currently sitting. Larry Van Keel's on the left, wearing a plain dark blue suit jacket, light blue shirt and dark blue tie, while Rick Perle's on the right, wearing a plain green polo shirt.] LVK: Good evening wrestling fans. Larry Van Keel here, alongside the imcomparable Rick "Precious" Perle, and yes fans, this is the night when we all witness a slice of wrestling history. Rick? RP: For once Van Keel, you're understating the facts. It's gonna be history alright. History for either Luke Kinsey or Chris Courtade. One of those guys will be putting his wrestling tights and boots on for the last time tonight. LVK: The interest in tonight's show, and in particular in that huge retirement match, has been so great that we've not only sold out the Glendale Arena here in Phoenix, Arizona, but we've also had to set up a big screen outside, where hundreds of fans have gathered to witness this huge event. [Cut to outside the arena, where we see a huge screen set up on the side of the building, and a sea of fans watching it. WE'RE ON TV POP!] RP: Who can blame them Van Keel? It's gonna be a big night. [Cut back to Larry and Rick.] LVK: Indeed. Before we get to the Last Man Standing retirement match between Luke Kinsey and Chris Courtade, we've got plenty more action lined up, including two big title matches. Madison J. Valentine will defend the River City title against the always-dangerous Keiji Zasaki, while the Super J-Crown will be on the line as Alex Ripley and HERO Ishikawa continue their rivalry in a ladder match. RP: No doubt the internet geeks'll be wetting their panties over that one. LVK: World Heavyweight champion Juan Vasquez teams up with the popular duo of Doc Holliday and Rick Marley, as they take on the combined might of the Widow Makers Incorporated. Plus, the next challenger to the World title will be found, as Shane Destiny and Griffin James meet in a Top Contender match... and much, much more! RP: Three words... electrified barbwire cage. LVK: A match that was originally scheduled as a tagteam affair, but just moments before coming on air, we received word that Rum Barton has had to pull out. We don't have any other details, but it seems the match will now be a three-way contest pitting The Gremlin, Chad Grimsson and Hannibal Carver against each other. RP: Can't wait for that one. LVK: We're moments away from our opening match, but first let's take a look at something our cameras caught moments ago... [Open backstage. Madison J. Valentine is behind the entrance curtain, with his gym bag still strapped around his torso, unscrewing the cap from a bottle of water. Valentine nods, listening, with road agent Simon Durango talking at him and gesturing with his hands wildly. At this point, RCW newcomer Michelle Bailey walks into the scene, dressed to wrestle in her fast-approaching debut match. MJV glances over his shoulder and spots Bailey, quickly whipping his head away as soon as he lays eyes upon her. The look on his face is wide-eyed, purse- lipped, startled. With shoulders rigid, he tries to keep his back to Bailey, obviously not listening to Durango any more. Bailey sees him and smiles, putting her hands on her hips. After a moment she reaches out and taps him on the shoulder.] BAILEY: Hey. [Valentine, with his entire bottom lip chewed in, sucks down a breath and turns.] VALENTINE: Hey! Michelle! BAILEY: Surprised to see me? VALENTINE: [scratching his head furiously] Uhh... no, no. I heard about your contract... someone told me. I don't remember who. So, uh... congratulations! [He hesitates, reaches out, hesitates again... and touches Bailey on the shoulder. She blushes slightly.] BAILEY: Oh... thank you. I heard you beat Shane not too long ago... congratulations with that, too! VALENTINE: [pulling his earlobe] Yeah, yeah, thanks, yeah. It was good for me, because, you know... I don't feel like the same man I was. _Not_ the same man. As in, not the same as when we used to hang out before? So now I won the title, it's kind of like a vindication of... you know, not being the same man I was before. You know? [Bailey looks thoroughly confused.] BAILEY: ... not... not the same man, okay... I think I got it. [She weakly smiles.] BAILEY: To be honest, Mad... I don't feel like I'm the same girl anymore, either. A lot's changed since the last time we were in the same promotion... [Bailey rocks back and forth on her feet.] BAILEY: It just feels good to see familiar faces. [Valentine grins.] VALENTINE: It was really... cool... to bump into you, anyway. See you around? BAILEY: Of course... [Bailey rubs the back of her head.] BAILEY: Hey, Mad? Why are you being so... well... strange with me? I mean, you're usually this calm, collected guy... and you seem kind of unnerved... silly, even. [Valentine frowns, like confused.] VALENTINE: Silly? Uhh... I'm sorry, Michelle, I don't know what you mean. BAILEY: Oh... okay. Well, you'd better hurry on, you've got that big match tonight... VALENTINE: Yeahh... yeah I do... [There's a call of "two minutes, Michelle!" from out of the scene.] VALENTINE: ... well hey, Michelle, like I said, it was good to see you. Like you say, familiar faces are good. And good luck. Tonight... and just in general. I'm sure you'll do great here... and hey, if you need anything at all, just come find me. BAILEY: Thanks, Mad, that means a lot. VALENTINE: No worries. Take care. [They share a smile and Valentine walks off. Bailey watches him go. Cut.] LVK: Michelle Bailey is scheduled for our first match, in which she'll be making her RCW in-ring debut. RP: _Her_? LVK: Yes Rick, her. RP: Remind me to never go clubbing with you. Yikes. [Cut to the back where Tommy Stephens is walking around the halls, dressed in his wrestling gear, and well... looking a little lost in the Glendale arena. He looks a bit pissed as he approaches another person in the hall.] TS: Hey, you! Hey kid! [Stephens motions down not so much a kid, but rather a competitor in the trios match - Jamie Roth.] TS: Hey, you work here. Tell me NOW where the hell you numbskulls put the damn entrance way! I've been looking around this whole place for the thing! JR: Actually, I'm kind of looking for the entrance way myself. Maybe we could kind of help each other out here- TS: Oh! Wait, yeah, now I recognize you - [Stephens starts to chuckle to himself.] TS: You're that, heh, dip that loser Tyrone Hayes didn't even think was worthy enough to wrestle against! [Stephens clutches his stomach.] TS: Heheha! Man, that was awful! Do you know how pathetic you have to be for that tub of nothing think so low of you? You've got to suck. Like, really, really suck. [Stephens chuckles to himself some more.] TS: Oh, just thought of a good one! Seems like you and your girl have something in common, huh? Eh, right? Right? [Tommy gets a disgusting grin over his face as he nods along and clicks his gum. Unexpectedly, Jamie actually smiles.] JR: Yeah well, something tells me that the only tongue action you've been getting lately is from Juicy Fruit. [A look of realization comes over Jamie's face.] JR: Whoa, cool. That could be a two-in-one diss if you think about it long enough. [Jamie pauses for a moment, letting that accomplishment sink in a little.] JR: Wait a minute, aren't you Tommy Stephens? Man, for a minute there, I thought you were one of the dudes in that boring try-out match about an hour ago. Ha! How funny is that? TS: I - [Stephens raises his hand, and opens his mouth... but can't find the right words.] TS: You - [Stephens, flustered, just scoffs and walks away, angrily muttering to himself as Roth smiles at his opponent's frustration.] [The camera changes to the ring, where David Stokes is standing by, microphone in hand.] DS: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a trios match! [The lights dim and the big screen comes to life with a disco ball spinning in the center. "Laser Sheep Dip Funk" by the Lo-Fidelity Allstars begins to play over the public address system. The upper left corner starts to show a Las Vegas showgirl revue. Soon after that, the lower right corner comes to life with scenes from a dance hall. The upper right changes to pictures of numerous pop musicans. Finally, the lower left quarter of the screen is filled with a scrolling set of alchol bottles. All four quarters of the screen begin to flash in and out, with the disco ball super imposed over the center.] DS: Now making his way to the ring, from Tuscaloosa, Alabama and weighing in at... 180 pounds? He can't be... er He is accompanied by his manager: Todd "The Rod" Johnstone. Here is the self-professed: "Man, Mirth, Litigation", "Verbal Dynamite"... Tyrone... "PURPLE"... HAYES! [From out of the back comes Tyrone "Purple" Hayes and Todd "The Rod" Johnstone. Todd is dressed in an entirely puke green ensemble, save for his brown belt from Sears. Tyrone is wearing a purple Hawaiian shirt, white shorts, some purple leather mocassins, black sunglasses, a large sombrero, and is carrying a beach chair with him, a purple and white cooler... as well as a long piece of tag rope. Tyrone makes his way to the ring and ties on the tag rope to the second existing one, takes a hold of it and sits down in his lawn chair. Todd, ever the gentleman, steals the time keeper's chair and plants his big ass down next to Tyrone.] [A loud heel pop sounds out as "Superficial" by Boilerroom plays over the PA, bringing out the trios known as Ego MAX enters the arena. Just as Goku Waru and the Mysterious Suited Guy start their way down to the ring, Stephens holds them both off. He tells them something and then slaps MSG's hand before the manager & bodyguard start to leave. Has Stephens turned a new leaf?] DS: Next, from Detroit, Michigan... TOMMY STEPHENS! [As Tommy walks his way down the aisle, he takes a glance to his side and to a fan with a "I could beat Tommy Stephens" poster. The former "Champion of Champions" chuckles at that and acknowledges the fan's poster with a nod. But before leaving, Stephens nonchalantly spits at the fan and then waltzes up the ring, leaving the fans in that section irate.] DS: And their teammate... ["Would" by Alice in Chains begins to play, and Devon Case comes out, slowly jogging down to the ring and climbing in.] DS: DEVON CASE! ["Would" fades out.] DS: And now for their opponents... [A phone is heard ringing off the hook with a busy signal, then suddenly followed by a wall of power chords. Thusly, we are introduced to the bitter pop-punk goodness that is Fall Out Boy's "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today."] # Light that smoke, yeah, one for giving up on me # # One just 'cause it'll kill you sooner than my expectations # # To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar: # # "I could have died with you" # [Right on cue, the lovely Angie makes her way out to a good amount of male cheering, flanked by the youngster Jamie Roth. Jamie gets a small smattering of cheers, most of them from the ladies and those who are lucky enough to possess a few Grand Isle Wrestling tapes. Roth is dressed in thigh-length navy blue trunks with "ROTH" emblazoned on the rear in white bold, distressed letters with black outline. He also wears black kneepads and white boots with black trim. His short brown hair is messily spiked.] DS: Introducing first... from St Louis, Missouri... weighing 225 pounds.... accompanied by Angie.... JAMIE ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH! [Roth and Angie climb into the ring.] PA: CRIKEY! It's the KANGAROO KID! [A badly dubbed version of Rolph Harris "Tie the Kangaroo Down, Sport!" called "It's the Kangaroo Kid, Sport! Blasts over the P.A. system as the costumed crime-fighter the Kangaroo Kid appears at the entrance.] PA: It's the Kangaroo Kid, SPORT! It's the Kangaroo Kid. PA: It's the Kangaroo Kid, SPORT! It's the Kangaroo Kid. [The Kangaroo Kid is wearing blue shirt and pants with grey stripes. He is also wearing grey trunks on the outside of his pants and a grey cape. Finally he has a blue mask designed to make him look like a small marsupial.] PA: It's the Kangaroo Kid, SPORT! It's the Kangaroo Kid. PA: It's the Kangaroo Kid, SPORT! It's the Kangaroo Kid. DS: Next, hailing from Australia.... THE KANGAROO KID! [The Kangaroo Kid runs to the ring with his arms outstretched as if he is flying. Upon reaching the ring he circles around it and jumps up onto the apron where he somersaults over the top rope. He stands in the middle of the ring with his chest poking out.] DS: And finally, introducing... hailing from Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, at an undisclosed weight... this is... MICHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! ["Followed the Waves" by Melissa Auf der Maur begins to play on the public address as the lights slowly go down, with pink lights flashing around the arena. We're greeted at the entrance by a smiling Michelle Bailey, who's dressed in a loose-fitting black miniskirt and a loose-fitting pink tank top with lace-up sides. She's also wearing black kneepads and black kickpads over pink wrestling boots. She strides down to the ring, walks up the steps, and promptly jumps up to the top rope, backflipping off and landing on her feet. The lights come up and the music fades.] LVK: You'll have to wonder about the cohesiveness in the team of Case, Stephens, and Hayes, especially considering that Hayes obtained his first win in RCW by knocking out Devon Case with a chain! RP: Yeah, well what about the other side? I mean, Kangaroo Kid's an idiot punkhead, Roth is a moron punkhead, and Bailey...well...he...she...IT...ummm...Vasquez... LVK: Rick? What the hell are you talking ab-... RP: Umm...yeah. __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Trios match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ Jamie Roth, Kangaroo Kid and Michelle Bailey Written by \ vs Terry J \ Devon Case, Tommy Stephens and Tyrone Hayes \_______________________________________________________________ *DING DING DING* [Devon Case is the first one in the ring, since neither Stephens nor Hayes seem all that interested in getting into the action. Across the ring, Jamie Roth has decided to do the honors, darting towards the center of the ring, ready to engage the former world champion. Case lashes out with a high kick, but Roth easily evades it, slapping the leg away and attempting an enzuigiri, which Case ducks. The two men quickly get back to their feet, eyes meeting in a stalemate.] LVK: Both men still feeling each other out, after that quick exchange. RP: More like Case waiting for an opportunity to plaster that punkhead with the full might of his forty-three billion move arsenal. LVK: I highly doubt that, Rick. RP: Okay, okay...forty-two billion. Sheesh. [Roth approaches Case, only to receive a boot to the gut. He stumbles back, clutching at his ribs. Case peppers him with a few punches, before slinging him off into the ropes. He throws a clothesline, only to have it ducked. As Case turns around, he finds Roth springboarding off the second rope, scissoring his head, and sending him flying! Face pop!] LVK: Beautiful headscissors by Jamie Roth...and he has Devon Case reeling! RP: I think Case just slipped on a wet spot. After all, it's a well known fact 4 out of 5 in-ring accidents occur because the ring hasn't been properly wiped down. LVK: It is not! [As Case scrambles over to his corner to regroup, we catch Tyrone Hayes seated on the ringsteps oblivious to all that's going on within the confines of the ropes. Matter of fact, is that a bag of popcorn in his hands? Meanwhile, we notice Tommy Stephens isn't actually killing himself to help Devon Case out, either.] RP: That's right! Motivate your partner, Tommy! LVK: He just leaped off the ring apron, Rick...and did everything in his power to avoid the tag. RP: That's his way of saying "Suck it up and be a MAAAAANNNNN!!!!" LVK: Uhhh...right. [Looking visibly annoyed at his teammates, Case pulls himself back to his feet and is immediately caught with a chop across the chest by Roth! Roth grabs Case into a headlock and charges out of the corner, only to be shoved off. He stops himself from hitting the corner however, quickly cutting a corner and spinning back around, only to be caught across the face with a vicious spinning leg lariat! Heel pop!] LVK: Roth taken down by that leg lariat! Case into the ropes... *SMACK!!!* "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!!! Whatta kick! LVK: YAKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAA KICK!!!! [Looking a bit more confident now, Case quickly drags Roth up to his feet and cinches him up for a suplex. Taking a second to wink at Angie at ringside, he hooks a leg and lifts Roth into the air, holding him perfectly vertical, before DRIVING him down into the canvas with a fisherman buster! Heel pop!] LVK: A fisherman buster, right onto the back of the neck! Jamie Roth is in big trouble! RP: What do you expect? Some kid who hasn't done a damn thing since dabbling around in the Bayou is supposed to go toe-to-toe with one of the top wrestlers in RCW history? LVK: Oh, what the... [The crowd begins to boo, as Tommy Stephens has suddenly sprung to life, motioning for Case to tag out. Tyrone Hayes, in the meanwhile...has begun to walk around ringside, harassing various fans and insulting their family members.] LVK: Oh, gimme a break! Stephens, who avoided the possibility of entering the ring earlier, wants in as soon as he sees Jamie Roth is hurt! RP: Hey now, never let it be said that Tommy Stephens wasn't a genius! The man knows when to call his shots! LVK: He's a coward, Rick. RP: One man's coward is another man's...champion of champions! LVK: *Sigh* [Case looks skeptically at Stephens for a moment, before raising his hand... FACE POP! ...and smacking Stephens upside the head!] RP: ZUH!? LVK: Ummm...a unique tag by Devon Case! [Case smirks at Stephens, motioning for the former RCW Television champion to enter the ring. Stephens rubs the back of his head and steps through the ropes, immediately laying in the stomps to the fallen Roth. He lifts Roth to his feet, scooping him up and dropping him down onto the mat with a bodyslam. With a swagger in his step, Stephens bounces off the ropes...] LVK: A senton hits the mark on Jamie Roth! RP: What form! What agility! A Tommy Stephens-style senton...from uhhh...Tommy Stephens! LVK: What makes it any different from any other senton, Rick? RP: How the hell should I know? Ask Vasquez! [All grins now, Stephens pulls Roth to his feet and slaps him across the face, before whipping him into the ropes. Stephens telegraphs a backdrop, which Roth evades by rolling off the self-proclaimed "Champion of Champions'" back. However, he doesn't evade the...] *SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!* [Heel pop!] LVK: SUPERKICK BY STEPHENS!!! RP: Goddamn, the kid must have some sort of huge "Kick me" sign stuck to his forehead! That's the second time he's been booted right in the face! LVK: And Stephens with the pin! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! [Face pop!] LVK: No! Roth isn't out of it, yet! RP: The punkhead needs to tag out, before someone tries to kick his head through a goalpost again! [Roth struggles to his feet, pulling on Stephens' tights, as the Michigan native playfully slaps at the youngster's head. Roth resists, however, and fires a punch to Stephens' gut. Stephens is stopped momentarily, before grabbing Roth by the hair, only to take another punch! Followed by a stiff European uppercut that sends him sprawling!] LVK: Roth is showing signs of life, firing those punches at Tommy Stephens! RP: That kick must've jarred a screw loose, because he has to know he's got no shot against Tommy! [Momemtarily stunning Stephens, Roth grabs him by the head and drops all his weight down, snapping Stephens' head back with a jawbreaker! As Stephens stumbles around, Roth runs into the ropes, catching Stephens on the way back...] LVK: SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Roth is down! Stephens is down! Can Roth make a tag!? RP: Of course he can't! [Roth gets to his feet, trying to make it over to his corner. However, Stephens grabs him by the ankle, attempting to drag him back to the center of the ring. As he does, Roth drops down and rolls forward, using his momentum to send Stephens stumbling towards the corner... FACE POP! ...where he's tagged by forearm shots from both Michelle Bailey and the Kangaroo Kid!] RP: What the hell!? That's cheating! LVK: Tommy Stephens is in dangerous territory! He needs to get out of that corner, fast! [Face pop!] LVK: And Roth just dived in to make that tag! RP: Oh God, not HIM! [Having wandered back out of the corner, Tommy Stephens doesn't notice the roar of the crowd as a lithe figure springs off the top rope and flies right at him...] LVK: MISSILE DROPKICK BY THE KANGAROO KID!!! RP: Anyone, but this punkhead! LVK: And look at Michelle Bailey, she's just dying to get into this match! RP: Except THAT punkhead! [However, just as the Kangaroo Kid gets to his feet, he's blindsided from behind by a lariat from Devon Case! Heel pop!] RP: Hell yeah! That's the ticket! LVK: I think Devon Case saw enough and he's taking matters into his own hands! What a blatent cheapshot! [Not stopping there, Case charges over to the other team's corner, knocking the still recovering Jamie Roth off the ring apron with a shove, but receives a stiff shotay to the jaw from Michelle Bailey!] LVK: Whatta' shot to the jaw! RP: Hey! Hey! That's not legal! LVK: Neither is Devon Case running across the ring to hit someone from behind. RP: Or...is it!? LVK: ...it's not. RP: Shut up! [Bailey looks around hesitantly, before leaping into the ring and taking the fight to Case! Meanwhile, with the help of Angie on the outside, Jamie Roth has made it back into the ring, intent on doing some bodily damage to Devon Case. Tyrone Hayes, on the otherhand...is completely oblivious to his surroundings.] LVK: The match is breaking down, but Tyrone Hayes hasn't done a damn thing to interject himself into the action! RP: He's obviously the secret weapon on his team! The second they unleash that beast, it'll be OVAH!!! LVK: If he can stop harassing David Stokes, I might actually agree with you. [While the camera cuts away from Hayes' bullying of our ring announcer, we return to a shot inside the ring, where Devon Case is receiving a beating courtesy of three pissed off competitors.] LVK: Tommy Stephens has rolled out of the ring and left Devon Case to the wolves! RP: I refuse to believe that! It has to be a part of a brilliant plan formulated by their team to tire out all those punkheads! LVK: Any semblence of control in this match is long gone. Devon Case is basically fighting a three-on-one battle right now! [Not for long, as Case quickly grabs the ropes and slides out of the ring, having decided that he's suffered enough for the moment. Heel pop!] LVK: And the team of Bailey, Roth, and the Kangaroo Kid have cleared the ring! I don't think there's much hope for the opposition to regroup, as Tyrone Hayes has essentially REFUSED to involve himself into this match in any way, shape, or form. And Tommy Stephens... well, he's acting like his usual self! RP: I'm telling you, they got this entire thing under control. They're just luring those androgonous punkheads into a false sense of security and when they least expect it...BAM! [If only that were true, Rick. As Case rolls under the ropes, he immediately makes a beeline towards Tommy Stephens, who's busy licking his wounds with Goku Waru, shoving him and yelling at his teammate!] LVK: It looks like you're wrong, Rick. Case and Stephens look like they're about to... watch out! [Face pop!] RP: Hey, get him down from there! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" [HEEL POP!!] LVK: THEY CAUGHT HIM!!! The Kangaroo Kid tried to catch Stephens and Case unaware with a plancha, but it backfired! RP: HAHA! Serves the Aussie reject right! [As Stephens and Case try to decide what to do with their quarry, they don't notice another figure nimbly leaping up onto the top rope. Michelle Bailey wobbles a bit as she makes her way to the top. Steadying herself and calming her own nerves, the debuting star grins as she leaps...] "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" [BIG FACE POP!!] RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!!! LVK: SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!!!! MICHELLE BAILEY WITH A MONSTROUS SOMERSAULT PLANCHA THAT TAKES DOWN STEPHENS, CASE, AND HER PARTNER!!! [As the mass of humanity lies on the ring floor scattered all about, Tyrone Hayes steps over each and every body without so much as raising an eyebrow, making sure his boots aren't soiled by the collection of limbs, spandex, and a pink mini-skirt. He surveys the damage, but shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unfazed by such a display. However, despite his best efforts, he's GOT to end up in the action, somehow...] LVK: OH!!! RP: Where the hell did HE come from!? LVK: Baseball slide to back of Tyrone Hayes' head sends him into the guardrail! Jamie Roth attacked the only man left standing! RP: Who the hell's the legal man, anyway!? [Hayes turns towards the ring, where we see Jamie Roth motioning for the Tuscaloosa native to meet him in the ring. Hayes looks around for a moment and dismisses Roth with a wave of his hand, drawing boos from the crowd. However, this direct slap to the proverbial face of Roth's pride can't go unanswered. Roth steps through the ropes and dives off the apron...] *CLLLLAAAAANNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!* [HEEL POP!] LVK: Hayes baited Roth into that dive and side-stepped at the last second! Roth hits the guardrail HARD!!! RP: Only a complete and total Jamie Roth-like moron punkhead like Jamie Roth would've ever fallen for that! [Grinning now, Hayes rolls Roth back into the ring and steps onto his chest, yelling various things about Roth's ugly momma and his taste in women. Roth meanwhile, is clearly struggling for air.] LVK: Jamie Roth, at the mercy of Tyrone Hayes, now. RP: See? What'd I tell you! BAM! [Lifting Roth back to a vertical base, Hayes waves his arm in a large, arching windmill motion, pulling his arm back... HEEL POP! ...and nailing Roth with an absolutely devastating thumb to the eye!] LVK: Oh, what the hell! RP: Oh man, that was classic! [As Roth moves around holding his eye, Hayes backs up...] *SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!* [Heel pop!] LVK: A boot to the head downs Jamie Roth! RP: Hot damn! That's the third time he's been punted in the ol' cabasa! [Clearly on a roll now, Hayes cups a hand to his ear, drawing the ire of the crowd. He moves to another part of the ring, repeating the motion, drawing a "YOU SUCK!" chant from that portion of the audience. Finally, with an exceptionally slow run into the ropes, Hayes rebounds off and leaps high into the air, dropping down onto Roth with a BIG legdrop! HEEL POP!!!] RP: THAT'S IT!!! IT'S OVER!!! LVK: HAYES' "SURE THING" LEGDROP!!! He's going for the pin...and he's not even the legal man! RP: It doesn't matter! ONE!! TWO!! T-KICKOUT!! [Face pop!] RP: OHMYGOD!!! How the hell did he kick out of that?!?!?!? LVK: And Hayes immediately up on his feet, arguing with Marc Gioffre! [Hayes sticks a finger into the referee's chest, holding up three fingers right to his face. Wasting a horrible amount of time on the count, he doesn't notice Roth sneaking up behind him and rolling him up!] LVK: Wait! Roth with the roll-up! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! [Disappointment pop!] LVK: No! Hayes kicks out! [Shocked back into reality, Hayes gets to his feet almost instantly, catching Roth with a boot to the gut. He hooks Roth into a standing headscissors, but finds his attempt at a piledriver met with much resistance. Roth stands up, dropping Hayes with a backdrop! Face pop!] LVK: Roth isn't out of it yet! RP: Argh! [More shocked than hurt, Hayes gets to his feet, only to meet a superkick that catches his tall frame squarely in the chest. Stumbling back a few steps, this allows Roth just enough room to sprint to the ropes, springboarding off the second rope and flipping through the air...] RP: Damn these lightweight powderpuffs! LVK: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! Here's the pin! ONE!! TWO!! TH- [HUGE HEEL POP!!!] *THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!* LVK: DEVON CASE!!! DEVON CASE BREAKS THE PIN WITH A FROG SPLASH!!! RP: Where the hell did HE come from!? LVK: He's not done yet! [Case booting Hayes out of the ring with a disgusted look on his face, the former world champion pulls a stunned Jamie Roth back to his feet. He applies a full nelson and lifts, snapping Roth back and over, dumping him right on his head in a most brutal fashion...] *THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [BRUTALITY POP!!!] LVK: DRAGON SUPLEX!!! Roth just took it right on his head! RP: Ho-ho-ho! Daddy likes! [Case gets to his feet and shouts some harsh words at Tommy Stephens and Tyrone Hayes at ringside. However, this proves to be a costly mistake, for as he turns around...] "RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" [HUGE FACE POP!!!] LVK: THE BRITNEY SPEAR!!! MICHELLE BAILEY WIPES OUT DEVON CASE!!! RP: Holy crap, this is like a freakin' warzone! [Tossing back her hair, Bailey pulls Case back to his feet and places him onto the top-rope. She stuns him with a palm strike uppercut, before turning towards the ring, grabbing Case by the arms in a criss-cross fashion and pulls down hard...] *THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [FACE POP!!!] RP: GAH!!! Someone stop the madness! LVK: A cross-armed iconoclasm!! Michelle Bailey may have just wrapped up this match for her teammates! [However, Bailey isn't quite done yet. Dragging Case into a corner, she slowly ascends to the top-rope, wobbling slightly as she tries to stand straight up. Taking a deep breath, Bailey leaps off twisting, turning and captivating the crowd with this amazing display of agility... HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT POP! ...and hits nothing but canvas!] LVK: THE PINK TYPHOON MISSES!!! Tommy Stephens pulls Devon Case out of the way of that skytwister press! RP: That's a clutch player! Finish the freak off, man! [Throwing his teammate out of the ring with total disregard for his body, Stephens pulls Bailey up and lifts her into a suplex...] LVK: He's going for the "Vertical Suplex Spike!" His patented brainbuster! [But of course, who can forget Jamie Roth?] RP: Goddamnit! Get him outta' there! LVK: Roth with a dropkick from behind...and Stephens drops Bailey! [Stephens gets back to his feet, completely confused by what just happened. However, he doesn't have time to comprehend what just happened, as Roth boots him in the gut and PLANTS him with a DDT, which allows...] *THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [...the Kangaroo Kid to hit him with a guillotine legdrop! HUGE HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: What a combination of moves! This has to be it! RP: No! Someone, save our champion of champions! [Rick Perle, your prayers have been answered.] LVK: HAYES!!! Hayes YANKS the Kangaroo Kid out of the ring! RP: YES!!! [With a rush of intensity that we haven't seen from him AT ALL, Tyrone Hayes storms back into the ring, but is quickly taken down by a spinning leg lariat from Roth. The kid from St. Louis pulls his adversary up to his feet and hooks Hayes' arms from behind, attempting his "Shoegazer" reverse underhook DDT. However, as he makes the spin, Hayes shoves him off...] LVK: Shoegaze-...no! Hayes shoves him off! [...and nails a clothesline, shouting as he executes his manuever...] "CAN!!!" [...and as Michelle Bailey gets to HER feet, he charges at her...] "YOU!!!" [...nailing her with a clothesline as well. As the Kangaroo Kid slides back into the ring...] "TOP!!!" [...and as Tommy Stephens, Hayes' teammate and partner for this match comes to slowly, Hayes is just on a roll, my friends. And well...we know what happens when someone gets carried away...] RP: No, man...don't!!!!! [HUGE SHOCKED POP!!!] LVK: HE JUST CLOTHESLINED HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER!!! "THIS???" [Finishing his frenzy of clotheslines, Hayes suddenly realizes his faux pas. Making a somewhat insincere looking frown on his face, Hayes shrugs his shoulders and sets his sights on the Kangaroo Kid. He pulls the Kid up into a standing headscissors. However, the cruel hammer of irony strikes...] LVK: CLOTHESLINE BY BAILEY!!! HAYES AND BAILEY FALL OUT OF THE RING!! [Amazingly, Hayes manages to land somewhat on his feet, which allows...] LVK: INCOMING!!! RP: HOLY LESBIANS ON A STICK, BATMAN!!! [...the Kangaroo Kid to nail him with a pescado onto the floor! Meanwhile, as Jamie Roth gets up slowly in the ring, a certain former world champion pounces...] LVK: Wait! Case is back in the ring! [Case charges with a head full of steam, but Roth side-steps, causing Case to hit the corner chest-first. As he stumbles out, Roth grabs Case from behind, once again hooking a double-chickenwing...] LVK: Roth is going for the "Shoegazer" again! [...but all good RCW fans should know, this is the exact set-up for another devastating manuever. One that we're all too familiar with. As Roth twists over, Case suddenly struggles and manages to lift Roth up into the air behind him. Regaining his balance, the former world champion suddenly drops to the canvas...] *THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [HUGE MIXED POP!!!] LVK: CASE CLOSED!!! CASE CLOSED ON JAMIE ROTH!!! What an amazing reversal out of the "Shoegazer" by Devon Case! RP: Damn straight! [But before Case can make the pin, the one man who remained in the ring suddenly springs to action, shoving Case out of the ring and leaping onto the prone form of Jamie Roth, grabbing a handful of tights in the process.] LVK: STEPHENS!!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!] *DING DING DING* DS: YOUR WINNERS OF THE MATCH...THE TEAM OF DEVON CASE, TYRONE HAYES, AND TOMMY STEPHENS!!!!! [HEEL POP!] LVK: TOMMY STEPHENS STEALS THE PIN!!! After letting his teammates do virtually all the work, that sneak grabs the pin out of nowhere! RP: That's the most brilliant mind in wrestling today at work, Van Keel! Bask in its glory! LVK: Dear god... [The camera cuts to a shot of Tommy Stephens and his entourage getting the hell out of dodge as we fade out.] [And we're back from commercials.] LVK: Up next, we've got the first-ever title defense for the River City champion, Madison Valentine, and he goes against a very dangerous challenger. RP: Yeah, Keiji Zasaki's dangerous, but what has he done here in RCW? Maybe this new manager of his is going to be an x-factor... but I'm not sure. LVK: If anything... it'll be action packed. Let's take it up to the ring. [Fade towards the ring, when the heavy opening riffs of Danzig's "Belly of the Beast" crunch over the P.A. system as Danzig's chilling voice is soon heard...] # Did my time among the creeps # # Did my time among the thieves # # Did my time around the scores # # Did my time among the whores # # Did my time among the blessed # # Walked among the living dead # # Searching up an down this world # # Doing things you've never heard # [The song hits chorus, as a green mist shoots from the back...] # Down in the belly of the beast I lie # # All I save is my pain # [Through the mist, like a ball of fire appears "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp in jeans and a t-shirt that says "#1 Soccer Mom". Sharp thrusts his arms in the air and behind him is the "Sadistic Serpent" Keiji Zasaki, dressed in his usual black karate pants, his hair is tied back and believe it or not Keiji is grinning. Keiji walks to the ring behind Sharp his bouncing around like a lunatic down the aisle, Zasaki simply shakes his head as he slides in the ring and Sharp takes a spot at ringside.] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is for the River City Heavyweight title, and is scheduled for one fall with a one-hour time limit! Introducing first, already in the ring, accompanied by his manager, Zack Sharp... from Nagasaki, Japan, weighing two hundred, twenty-two pounds... he is tonight's challenger... the "Sadistic Serpant"... KEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ZAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! LVK: Zasaki looks ready, Rick. RP: He'd better be ready... he's been given a big opportunity here... DS: And his opponent... # Holy Calamity! Scream Insanity! All you ever gonna be's another great fan of me! # [The fans rise out of their seats in unison as Handsome Boy Modelling School's "Holy Calamity" begins to play, giving the cue for Madison J. Valentine to throw the curtain aside and make his entrance into the arena. The River City title belt is strapped tight around his waist, sparkling with the reflection of spotlights and flashbulbs. Valentine is all business, keeping his eyes fixed on the ring even as he reaches out to touch a couple of fans' outstretched hands on his way to ringside.] DS: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fourteen pounds... he is the reigning and defending River City Heavyweight champion, Em Jiggy Vee... MAAAADDDISONN! JAYYYY! VAAAAALLLLEENNNTIIIIIIIIINNNEEE! [Pop! Valentine stomps up the ringsteps and ducks through the ropes, into the ring. Immediately he unstraps the title belt and holds it above his head in both hands, triggering another flurry of flashbulb activity. He holds it up for the fans on the other side before handing it over to the referee and backing into the corner opposite Zasaki, shadowing a couple of high blocks as his music fades out.] LVK: And there's the champion, looking just as read to defend as Zasaki is to challenge. RP: You know, he's never successfully defended a major title... _ever_. LVK: Goodness, really? RP: Really. This guy buckles like a belt under pressure. LVK: Well... a lot of people didn't think he could win the title in the first place... and Madison Valentine has changed quite a bit over the last couple of years. RP: Once a paper champ, always a paper champ. __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / River City Heavyweight Championship |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ Madison J. Valentine (c) Written by \ vs Justin R \ Keiji Zasaki \_______________________________________________________________ DING! DING! DING! LVK: And we'll see if you're right, Rick! This one's under way! [Valentine and Zasaki stare at each other from across the ring, both men looked very, very determined. Valentine walks to center-ring and offers his hand for a quick shake.] LVK: Show of sportsmanship by the champ... RP: ... stupidity is what it is! If Zasaki clamps down on that hand, he's got Valentine in range to kick his head clean off! [Zasaki eyes Valentine's hand and approaches wearily. Valentine nods his head at Zasaki, and Zasaki cautiously grasps Valentine's hand, and then jerks it away to a mild set of applause.] RP: ... LVK: Told you. Sportsmanship. [Zasaki and Valentine begin to circle each other, and Valentine shoots for a double-leg takedown... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" ... which wasn't smart, because Zasaki kicked him, shin-first, right in the face.] LVK: Good lord! RP: That's it, he's dead. One kick knockout! [Valentine falls to a seated position, clutching at his face, and Zasaki continues the assault, punting Valentine between the shoulder blades. Valentine's chest sticks out, which is a perfect target for Zasaki, as Zasaki drills him with another kick, sending Valentine down to the mat... and Zasaki dives in for the cover!] ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE------------- no!! LVK: Valentine kicks out just barely! He was clearly stunned by that quick burst of offense! RP: And that shows why he's never defended a title! Zasaki's hungry and wants that belt! [Zasaki grabs Mad by a fistful of hair and lifts him up, connecting with Valentine's jaw with a stunning knee strike, causing Valentine to fall to a knee.] LVK: Uh oh... that's exactly what Zasaki wants... RP: Zasaki's winding up... [Zasaki throws a kick right for for Valentine's face... ... but Valentine just barely ducks his head underneath, as Zasaki spins around from the momentum of the missed kick... ... and pushes himself shoulder-first, right into Zasaki's kidneys... ... and then cinching Zasaki up.... THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] LVK: GERMAN SUPLEX... NO BRIDGE, ALL IMPACT!! RP: ... holy calamity indeed. LVK: Zasaki just folded right over! He might have just been knocked out himself! [Zasaki clinches at the back of his head, right at the ropes, as Valentine is right over to get him back up. Zasaki grabs Valentine by the tights as Valentine gets him up and falls backwards, causing Valentine to go through the ropes and tumble to the floor. Zasaki scrambles to his feet and goes through the ropes, catching the rising Valentine with a kick to daze him... ] LVK: Uh oh... RP: All those in the first two rows... you might want to move! [... Zasaki jumps to the middle rope, and springs upwards... ... falling to the floor, with his feet rising over him in a backflip... ... spreading his arms out... ... but realizing that Valentine has ducked out of the way... CLANKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" ... and busting his jaw on the guard rail.] LVK: Zasaki went for an Asai moonsault, but Valentine had the sense to duck out of the way just in the nick of time! RP: What a risk to take so early in the match! What was he thinking? [Zasaki immediately rises, and spits on the floor... ... except he didn't spit saliva.] LVK: Zasaki's bleeding! He's bleeding right from the mouth! RP: He's damn lucky he's not spitting out _teeth_! His face probably put a dent in the guard rail! LVK: Say what you will, but the fact that he hit that rail so hard and is right back up is saying a lot! [Zasaki climbs back into the ring where Valentine is waiting for him... but Valentine lets Zasaki get back into the ring and stand up before going for a collar-and-elbow tieup. Valentine knocks Zasaki's arm away and applies a side headlock... but holds onto the head and changes positions, applying a cravate!] LVK: The champion is attacking the jaw there, trying to work over what Zasaki accidentally injured on that dive... [Zasaki, though works with Valentine's momentum, and grabs a hold of Valentine's wrist quickly, sending Valentine crashing chest-first into the turnbuckles! Zasaki wastes no time in charging Valentine, going for a corner splash, but Valentine just barely gets out of the way. Zasaki stumbles backward a little bit, but tries for a roundhouse kick anyway... and Valentine avoids that too, causing Zasaki to get his leg tangled in the ropes!] LVK: What a precarious position for the challenger! Marc Gioffre is trying to get him untangled... [STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!] RP: And Valentine's waiting like a vulture, waiting to paste Zasaki once he gets free! LVK: Valentine's signalling for the Silver Bullet... but this may be too early in the match! RP: I don't know, he's a master of that superkick, and with Zasaki's jaw the way it is, he might just get a three! LVK: Zasaki's free... walking towards the middle of the ring... RP: ... here comes Valentine! [Valentine throws the Silver Bullet at Zasaki, but Zasaki's not dazed enough, ducking underneath it and catching the leg as he grabs Valentine's head... THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... and plants him with a fisherman's buster!] LVK: Valentine's plans have gone awry! Zasaki just dropped him hard! RP: Cover him! [Zasaki dives on top of Valentine, but they are too close to the ropes and Valentine immediately drapes his foot on the rope. Gioffre taps Zasaki on the shoulder, and Zasaki walks to the other side of the ring... just as Valentine gets up... and as soon as Zasaki sees him, he charges... ] LVK: Here comes Zasaki! RP: ... what the... [Zasaki thrusts his leg at the head of the rising Valentine, but Valentine keeps his head ducked and throws his arm up, catching Zasaki's leg... and then rising to put Zasaki in a stretch muffler!] RP: No way! He's not strong enough to hold this! LVK: Zasaki outweighs Valentine, and he's trapped, but you're right, Rick, Valentine's struggling! [Zasaki's free leg, though, springs up... WHAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"] LVK: Good lord! RP: What impact! [... and connects, shin-first, right with Valentine's jaw. Both men tumble to the mat, with Valentine rolling outside. Zasaki and Valentine both start to get up at the same time, and Zasaki realizes where the champ is... ... running off the opposite ropes... ... building up speed and momentum... ... diving over the top rope... CLANKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!" ... and crashing right into Valentine, causing Valentine to fall backwards into the guard rail.] LVK: PLANCHA!! Zasaki's taking a lot of risks tonight, Rick! RP: You've always got to take risks when titles are on the line, but I bet this has something to do with the ten pounds of gold that Valentine's carrying around! LVK: Both men are getting up, and it looks like Zasaki's bleeding from the jaw a little bit more... I think he caught it on the guard rail again. RP: See, those risks, while they may help you win gold, are a big, big thing if they don't pay off or if you miss. Zasaki took a big chance with the Asai moonsault that missed, and he's paying for it. [Both men have rolled back into the ring, and Valentine is the first to his feet, punching the rising Zasaki in the jaw and causing Zasaki to stumble backward. Valentine cinches Zasaki for a vertical suplex, but Zasaki blocks... ] LVK: Zasaki's still in this, though... RP: ... maybe even more now! [Zasaki reverses the fortunes and applies an inverted facelock to Valentine, but Valentine grabs a hold of Zasaki's jaw, causing Zasaki to wince a little... but lose his focus on the grip of Valentine... and Valentine inverts the situation, as he now has the inverted facelock... and wastes no time taking advantage.] THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!! !!!! LVK: CUPID CUTTER! ZASAKI'S JAW JUST GOT CRUSHED! RP: He's still standing though! Zasaki just took an inverted suplex into an ace crusher and he's still standing! THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!! RP: ... okay, maybe not anymore! LVK: SILVER BULLET FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! TWO HIGH IMPACT MOVES TO THAT INJURED JAW!!! RP: And he's covering! ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! LVK: Valentine retains! RP: That's a perfect example of what can happen if you get hurt early! LVK: Valentine used two of his signature moves on Zasaki in succession... and he has successfully defend his title tonight! RP: I tell you what, that shows you what kind of threat Zasaki is, if Valentine felt he had to use the Cupid Cutter and the Silver Bullet in a row like that. LVK: And, as you saw, Zasaki was standing after the Cupid Cutter, but he may have been out on his feet since he landed on his feet... RP: I'm not sure... LVK: ... but Madison J. Valentine has retained tonight in a quick match... and I wonder what might have happened if Zasaki didn't get his jaw cracked so many times during the match. [Fade to commercials.] [And we're back.] LVK: Welcome back to Total Impact, Do or Die, live from Phoenix Arizona, and next up we're going to see Shane Destiny and Griffin "Cool Ass" James meet one-on-one in what is sure to be a very close-fought match, with the winner getting a shot at the World Heavyweight champion Juan Vasquez next month at "Maximum Risk"... RP: Yes indeed. This match has got "doozy" written all over it. LVK: Most definitely, Rick Perle. And to my mind it's too close to call. Destiny has got the pedigree, a former titleholder in RCW and in other major promotions to boot, possibly the most proficient grappler in the game today... but Griffin James is a real unknown quantity, someone we're yet to see the best of in RCW, I think. RP: Well, he bitched out Devon Case two weeks ago in Denver. That was close. LVK: Definitely. With James, I think, we have to expect the unexpected... you wouldn't be at all surprised if he pulled off a win over Shane Destiny tonight and went on to face Vasquez. Let's go up to David Stokes and get the introductions... DS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. The winner will be declared the number one contender to the World Heavyweight championship! [Pop!] DS: Introducing first, weighing two hundred, thirty-nine and one-quarter pounds... from Southern Pines, North Carolina... SHANE DESTIIIIIIIIIIIIIINY!!! ["Sandstorm" by Darude hits the public address, as the lights go completely crazy. Shane Destiny walks from the entrance... but he doesn't walk alone.] RP: Considering who's stalking him, this may not be such a good idea... [Destiny walks down to the ring with his wife, Roxie, who is smiling at being back in a RCW arena. She's dressed much more comfortably than she used to dress, as she's obviously showing from her pregnancy.] LVK: Well, this is a big match, and Roxie's always been helpful at ringside for Destiny, so maybe this is a good thing... RP: If you had Hannibal Carver extremely pissed off at you, would you bring your pregnant wife to the ring? LVK: ... that's a really good point. [Roxie stands near the commentary table as Destiny unfolds a chair for her to sit on, and then Destiny rolls into the ring, loosening up. Roxie takes a seat and waves to our fearless commentary crew.] DS: His opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, from Fort Washington, Maryland... GRIFFIN "COOL ASS" JAAAAAAAAMESSS! ["Killing Time" by (hed)p.e. begins to blast throughout the venue as Griffin "Cool Ass" James saunters out from the back to a appreciative yet wary crowd pop. The James clan member loosens up at the entranceway a bit as Alexia Romanov slinks out, dressed in a white microskirt and a white halter top, contrasting Griff's black- on-black ensemble quite nicely. Anyway, they head to the ring.] # Baby, I'm a survivor! Baby, I'm on fire! Baby, I'm about to kill that vagina! Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night... Flipping off the police when them tricks pass by... I'm that fool next door always late with his rent... I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer, getting head... Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life... Looking for that quick fix, and tweaking all night! Just killing time... Just killing, killing time... Just killing time... Just killing time... Kiss that world goodbye! Kiss that world goodbye Kiss that world goodbye! It's all over now... Nothing is over now! # [Griffin slaps a few, select hands rather painfully as he heads to the ring, while Alexia does some weird ass Russian skip/prance/sexy walk that threatens to have her micro skirt ride up and show off her thong-clad rear end or something... I don't know, she's hot, and that's why she's there. Oh, "Killing Time" is still playing, by the way.] # God knows I tried! But no one understands me! The black sheep of the family... My enemies - they try to overtake me... Burning and looting 'till babylon break me... Look me in the eyes baby, ride with me! I can take it there, ride with me! I know what you want, where you live, what you need... I can make it real, hold it down for you, feel you bleed... # [And as the chorus repeats, Griff rolls into the ring and scales the nearest turnbuckle, raising a fist in the air as Alexia claps for her man on the outside... and just like that, Griff's back on the mat and testing out the ropes as he waits for the match to begin, while "Killing Time" fades out...] RP: Oh boy. Look at Alexia... from Russia with love. LVK: Two lovely young ladies out here tonight, both Alexia and Roxie as well, accompanying two great wrestlers in Griffin James and Shane Destiny... and Rick, I really think that we're in for a feast of quality action in this match here tonight. RP: [still looking at Alexia] Van Keel, I've got all the action I need right here... LVK: Don't let Griffin catch you looking. __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Number one contender match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ Shane Destiny Written by \ vs Ian F \ Griffin "Cool Ass" James \_______________________________________________________________ [Referee James Hunnicutt calls both men into the center of the ring. He explains the rules to both of them quickly and sets to checking the attire of both men for concealed weapons -- the elbowpads, waistbands, knees and boots, all in a matter of seconds. Satisfied, he sends them back to their corners, and calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!] LVK: Here we go, James and Destiny, number-one contendership on the line... [The two men slap hands and start to circle one another, Destiny with an amateur- style skip but James prefers to stomp around the ring, his eyes fixed on his opponent. It's James who makes the first move, stepping toward Destiny and challenging him to a test of strength -- holding up his hand and eyeballing him...] LVK: Alright, test of strength to start out, here... [Not one to shy from a challenge, Destiny marches in and sticks his fingers in between James'. More tentatively, the two men bring their left hands together and as their fingers interlock they start forcing and straining against each other.] LVK: A couple of very evenly matched competitors, like we said -- James slightly taller at six-four to Destiny's six-two, both men just a shade under two-hundred and forty pounds. It's hard to say who's probably the stronger out of these two men... RP: Not that a test of strength really means anything at this stage, Larry... [The two of them lock their heads together, the veins bulging out of their arms and chests. James, with his slight height advantage, forces Destiny to take a step backwards, bending him over slightly. Destiny starts to lose his balance but goes with his momentum, dropping back but scissoring James' legs as he does so...] LVK: Destiny taking down James with a drop toe-hold... into a side-headlock... [James slips straight out of the headlock, though, rolling up to his feet. He waits for Destiny to turn around and picks him up around the waist, driving him back into the corner and letting loose with a succession of hard elbow shots to the head...] LVK: And now the elbows from James! James isn't messing around, here! RP: "Cool Ass" is letting rip! LVK: Excuse me? [Destiny manages to get his hands up, blocking the shots. Once he finds the rhythm of the blows he waits for an interval and grabs James around the ears, pulling a standing switch and rocking him with a stiff forearm shot to the face.] LVK: Destiny reverses, now -- big forearm! RP: That'll dislodge a few teeth! "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" [Pop!] LVK: And some hard chops to the chest! Destiny unloading on Griffin James! [James Hunnicutt moves in between the two men and forcibly separates the men. Destiny backs away with his hands in the air -- James sidesteps and rushes at Destiny, only to get whipped up, over and down to the mat with an armdrag. Pop!] LVK: Takedown by Destiny! RP: Easy there, Griff -- too hasty and you paid for it... LVK: James pops right back up -- and straight into another armdrag! RP: And again! Blink and you'll miss this, Van Keel! [Again, James' momentum carries him straight back up to his feet and Destiny is right on top of him, backing him into the ropes and firing him across -- but he lowers his head too early and James hurdles straight over him. Destiny straightens and turns around in time to see James coming off the ropes and leaping at him...] LVK: James with a head of steam! "THUD!" [Pop!] LVK: Bulldog lariat! RP: Man! James is really going for it! LVK: He looks determined to walk out of here the number one contender tonight... [Destiny rolls on to his stomach, tries to get up on all-fours, but James holds him in place on the mat and drops a knee across the spine. Destiny writhes and rolls over on to his back -- and James follows up with a second kneedrop, in the ribs...] LVK: James trying to gain a foothold in this match, here... [James yanks Destiny to his feet, applying a front facelock...] LVK: ... and with Destiny hooked, now... RP: Big suplex on the way! [Setting, and hoisting Destiny up vertical, James takes a step to steady himself...] "OOOOHHHHHH!" [... and drops him straight south across the top rope! Pop!] LVK: Oh! Destiny suplexed across the top rope, abdomen-first! RP: And the ropes are strung pretty tight, Van Keel -- you can be sure that hurts... LVK: Great high-impact manoeuvre by Griffin James... [James hooks Destiny around both shoulders and wrenches him back, with his feet hooked over the top strand. James looks around the arena on both sides, nodding emphatically, steps back with his right foot and swings it up into Destiny's torso.] "THWACK!" RP: Whoa! LVK: More high-impact from James! A stiff kick, right into the torso! "THUD!" LVK: And a front chancery takeover brings Destiny from the ropes to the mat! RP: James is really taking Shane Destiny to school right about now! [Destiny rolls up to a knee, looking like he's lost his breath. James links his arms around the midsection in a gutwrench, hauling Destiny to his feet and holding him there as he fires his knee like a piston up into the sternum. Lifting Destiny upside- down he delays a second and brings him down across the knee in a gutbuster...] LVK: Destiny across the knee! RP: I think James' strategy is becoming pretty clear, don't you? LVK: Working over that upper body of Destiny -- here's a cover! ONE! TWO! DESTINY KICKS OUT! RP: You won't beat Shane Destiny that easily, Van Keel... LVK: Probably correct, but Destiny needs to get his act together here, and soon... [James brings Destiny up to his feet, and backs him into the ropes, shooting him across the ring with an irish whip. As the former River City champion rebounds James turns into an attempted back elbow -- but Destiny baseball slides under it, tripping James as he goes through, popping up and going for a single-leg crab...] LVK: Great reversal by Destiny! Trying to get that half Boston crab synched in... ["Cool Ass" James isn't about to get caught, though, clawing across the mat for the ropes. Destiny struggles with him for a moment but quickly changes tack, stepping over James' free leg and locking his hands around the waist. With a grunt Destiny hoists James off the mat, transitioning at the highest point of the suplex...] "THUDDD!" [Big pop!] RP: Oh man! LVK: Griffin suplex! No bridge, James dropped straight on his head! RP: Griffin suplex!? LVK: Destiny with the wheelbarrow-German hybrid suplex, flawless execution! RP: Did you call that a Griffin suplex? Are you kidding me? LVK: Purely coincidence, Rick, I'm sure... [James rolls through the impact, getting up to his knees. Destiny sizes him up...] "THUD!" LVK: Swinging neckbreaker! Shane Destiny is back in business, here! [James sits up, slightly dazed. Destiny stands up, grabs him in a front chancery..] "THUD!" LVK: And a snap suplex! RP: You can't let Destiny get started with the suplexes. He's a machine. LVK: Destiny just ripped James over, phenomenal torque on that one -- cover! ONE! TWO! NO! JAMES WITH THE KICKOUT! [James rolls away, trying to escape, but Destiny grabs him by the head and nails him with a heavy forearm blow that stops him in his tracks. Destiny scoots around and hooks in a chickenwing to both arms, lifting James upside down with a delay..] "THUD!" [.. and bringing him over with a perfect butterfly suplex! Pop!] LVK: Destiny is lethal, just a suplex machine... RP: Uhh... didn't I just say that? LVK: I don't know. Did you? [James tries to grab the bottom rope but Destiny snares his ankle, dragging him into the center of the ring. Turning away, the North Carolina native hooks his foot into James' upturned ankle and falls back into an inverted Indian deathlock, before bridging up and reaching over his head to apply a chinlock. Big appreciation pop!] LVK: Sickle hold! Shane Destiny has it locked in tight on Griffin James! RP: He's all tied up with nowhere to go... LVK: I don't know if there's a real threat of submission here, but that is a seriously painful hold -- pressure on the legs and on the neck with that chinlock, the neck that Destiny has been working on with those suplexes for a couple of minutes... [James flails with his arms but Destiny can't seem to keep the hold applied, rolling out of the bridge and sitting hugging his own ribs, apparently in some discomfort. His opponent is able to crawl away and Destiny suddenly looks angry with himself, more than anything -- getting to his feet and backing "Cool Ass" into the ropes...] LVK: Destiny had to release that Sickle hold, having some trouble with his ribs... RP: James got some pretty hard shots in before, so that's understandable... LVK: And an irish whip, now, which James reverses... "THUD!" [Pop!] LVK: ... and James catches Destiny on the return with a running knee-lift! RP: Did you see how he got Destiny to corkscrew spin like that? Awesome! [James marches into the ropes, shaking his head and trash-talking, punctuating his point -- whatever it is -- with an emphatic air-chop with his hand. He whirls around to see Destiny lying on his stomach on the mat, holding his ribs -- but James scrapes him up to his feet by the hair and sends him off the ropes again...] LVK: James with the irish whip, could be looking for another knee-lift... [... but Destiny somersaults over the knee, rolling James up... excitement pop!] LVK: ... no! Great reversal by Destiny, pinning combination here! ONE! TWO! T- NO! TWO-COUNT ONLY! [Destiny rolls away as James pulls himself up to his feet, using the ropes. The two of them make it upright about the same time, Destiny launching himself headlong at James, looking for the clothesline to the outside. James steps aside and drops his shoulder, flipping Destiny over the top rope. "Cool Ass" keeps hold of Destiny's ankle, though, and Destiny finishes up hanging upside-down over the ropes...] LVK: Oh! James with the backdrop, Destiny in a precarious position, now... RP: Talk about getting hung out to dry! [James hooks Destiny around the knees, stepping through the bottom ropes and planting his foot on the apron, over the shoulder of his opponent. As soon as he steps through and does the same with his other foot, he throws all his weight back and Destiny yells out loudly, pectoral muscles stretched white over the ropes...] LVK: And look at this! Look at this! RP: What the..? LVK: James with a modified Boston crab, over the ropes! What an innovative hold! [The referee lays down a five-count on "Cool Ass" James and he releases the hold at four, chasing Hunnicutt away as Destiny slumps into a heap on the ring apron...] LVK: But Destiny was in the ropes, so the referee has to break it up... RP: I think the damage was done, though, Larry -- a lot of pressure on the torso... LVK: You're probably right, Rick, Destiny looks to be in a lot of pain right now... [Destiny picks himself up and climbs through the bottom ropes, but James piles into him with another hard knee to the chest. Grabbing Destiny by the wrist James yanks him up to his feet and backs him against the ropes, whipping him across...] LVK: James -- irish whip! "THUD!" [Pop!] RP: Great Googily Moogily! LVK: Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Incredible high impact there -- James covers! ONE! TWO! T- NO! DESTINY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! [Destiny drags himself along the mat, with one hand pressed against his side. His opponent sits up and says something -- mildly offensive, for sure -- to Hunnicutt about the speed of his count. As Destiny grips the middle turnbuckle and rises to his feet slowly, James gets up and crouches in the opposite corner, glaring at him.] LVK: Destiny favouring those ribs heavily, here... he could be in serious trouble... RP: Griffin James has taken it to him in a big way tonight... [Destiny makes it to his feet, James sprinting across the ring at him as he does...] RP: YAKUZA--! "OOOOHHH!" LVK: Destiny ducked it! Destiny ducked! RP: And now Griffin's hung out to dry! His foot's caught on the ropes! [With James standing on his left foot, his right hooked in between the middle ropes after his missed Yakuza kick, Destiny is typically unforgiving. Smashing his forearm into the back of James' head, he hooks him in an inverted facelock...] LVK: Destiny with James right where he wants him, now... "THUDD!" [Huge pop!] RP: Whoa! LVK: Tornado neckbreaker drop! Destiny tore James out of the ropes with that! [Destiny drags James clear of the ropes and covers, hooking the leg...] LVK: Cover by Destiny! ONE! TWO! TH-- NO! GRIFFIN JAMES SHOOTS THAT LEFT SHOULDER UP! [Looking laboured, Destiny gets up with one hand held across his body, clutching under his arm. James rolls on to his side with his head cradled. James Hunnicutt makes a quick check on both as Destiny pulls James into a double-underhook...] LVK: Both men have come within a half a second or less of becoming the number- one contender already here tonight... we're almost fifteen minutes in and in my opinion it's been totally even, these two men going blow-for-blow and hold-for-hold... RP: Got to agree, Van Keel. Nothing to choose between them up to now. [With both of James' arms chickenwinged, Destiny lowers himself into a seated position on the mat and then lies down on his back, pulling on the arms and forcing James up on to his neck, with his legs sticking up in the air.. big appreciation pop!] LVK: And look at this! Destiny with some kind of underhook neck submission! RP: What the hell is it with these obscure submission holds? LVK: These fans are eating it up! James has got to be in a whole heap of pain! [James kicks his feet in the air, Destiny pulling on his arms and arching his back to increase the pressure. Eventually James flips over and breaks the hold, landing on top of Destiny and rolling away with his arms clasped around his head. Destiny gets up and drags him to his feet, applying a front chancery and lifting him up...] LVK: Destiny, now, in control of Griffin James... got him up! [He drops James' feet across the bottom rope, letting him bounce back up...] "THUUDD!" [High-impact pop!] LVK: Ohh! Slingsho-- RP: Brrrrainbustaahhhhhhhhh~! LVK: Indeed! James' head spiked a full two inches into the mat! RP: [to himself] God, I love saying that. LVK: Cover! We could have a new number one contender right here! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO! TWO-AND-A-HALF! [Destiny kneels up off the pin, hands on his hips. He gets to his feet, bringing his opponent up with him, and nails him across the back of the head with a couple of forearm blows. He applies a headscissor, hooking his hands under the body...] RP: James could be out of it, Van Keel -- Destiny might be about to finish him off... LVK: We know how Destiny can hit these powerbombs -- if it is a powerbomb... [Destiny hoists James up on to his shoulder but as he's about to snap him back down he wriggles free, out of his grasp. James slips down the back and as his opponent whirls around, he throws an arm across the chest, grabs the shoulder...] LVK: No! James escapes the powerbomb! "THUUDD!" [Pop!] LVK: And counters with a snap uranage! RP: The James Clan Throwdown! LVK: A version of it, for sure! James with the cover, can't hook the leg -- ONE! TWO! THR-- OHH! DESTINY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! [Griffin rolls off on to his back, hands pressed to his head. Pulling himself to his feet, he strides across the ring to the far corner and crouches there, watching his opponent struggle up to a standing position, heavily favouring his injured abdomen.] LVK: Both of these men are battered, both bruised, both hurting.. and both of them just flat-out refusing to be the one who leaves this arena disappointed this evening.. RP: I think James seems to be having problems turning his head... it looks like Destiny is really hurting in his abdomen... they're giving it everything right here... [The camera cuts quickly to the stoney-faced Alexia, her hands pressed on the apron, and then to Roxie, sat ringside, hands clasped together over her nose and mouth with concern for her husband. Back in the ring, Destiny gets to his feet with teeth gritted together, and James leaps out of the crouch, grabbing him again...] RP: James Clan Throwdown--! LVK: No! Destiny fighting it! [ENORMOUS POP!] LVK: AND HE REVERSES INTO THE DESTINY STRANGLE! RP: TWO-POINT-OH! TWO-POINT-OH! [Destiny scissors the near arm but James thrashes with the other and stops him completing the hold. In a couple of seconds he squirms free, rolling over Destiny's back and nailing him in the back of the head with an elbow to stun him, before...] LVK: NO! GRIFFIN RE-COUNTERS! RP: COOL ASS CROSSFACE! COOL ASS CROSSFACE! LVK: LOCKED IN! THIS COULD BE ALL FOR SHANE DESTINY! [Panic grips the audience, but James is having difficulty getting the hold applied fully -- Destiny refusing to let his arm be scissored. The ex-River City champion snakes out a leg, grapevining it around Griffin's and quickly snags the James clansman's free arm to roll his shoulders to the mat in a surprise pinning combo...] LVK: Wait -- Destiny countered! James' shoulders are down! ONE! TWO! THREE! [HUGE POP!] LVK: No! No! James Hunnicutt says two! James Hunnicutt says TWO! RP: Man, was that close! I thought it was over! LVK: Destiny countered the Cool Ass Crossface into that pinning cradle -- and he is the one man you would expect to know the counter to that hold, without doubt -- but James was able to get out of it at two-and-a-half... incredibly close near-fall... [The two men pick themselves up off the mat, Destiny hugging his abdomen. Griff charges at him with a clothesline that Destiny ducks -- James hits the ropes and bounces out, with Destiny whirling around to grab him and flip him up into the air...] LVK: NORTH CAROLINA DEATHRI-- [The crowd pops big for the finisher tease, but Destiny can't complete the move -- at the height of the tilt-a-whirl, his body freezes from pain down both his sides and he has to drop James on his feet. James sees him incapacitated, hits the ropes...] LVK: -- No! Destiny went for the North Carolina Deathride, couldn't hit it -- "THWACK!" [STIFFNESS POP!] RP: [deep breath] LVK: YAKUZA KICK! RP: ... WITH AUTHORITAHHHH~! LVK: YES INDEED! [The force of the kick sends Destiny reeling backwards, hitting the ropes and then just crumbling to the mat like a dead weight. James pounces on him with the pin..] LVK: That could have done it for James! Hook of the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! [IMMENSE POP!] LVK: No! No! Destiny got his shoulder up! RP: What is it going to take to put one of these guys down, Van Keel? LVK: Both men are hell-bent on being the number-one contender! What a fight! [The two battlers lie side-by-side -- James with both hands pressed against his forehead, Destiny unmoving. Rolling up to his feet, James picks Destiny up by the hair and straddles his head in a vertical scissor, pulling Destiny's trunks up tight...] LVK: Looks like Griffin James is setting for the S.T.F.U here... RP: And if he hits it, you have to believe it'll be "goodnight, Shane-o"... [James goes for the lift -- but Destiny blocks. He tries again -- blocked again.] LVK: Destiny's fighting it with everything he's got left! [Griffin attempts the lift a third time -- but Destiny blocks, and straightens up!] "THUD!" [Pop!] LVK: Backdrop! [With a hand clasped around his neck, James clambers back to his feet, Destiny holding the top rope to keep himself from falling down. He composes himself and as James turns around the Duke graduate shoots towards him with a superkick...] LVK: Destiny -- superkick -- no! RP: Griffin ducked it! [Destiny stays on his feet, popping up and quickly hooking his right foot between his opponent's legs, bending Destiny down and throwing the other leg over the back of his neck, looping his arm around Destiny's and pulling back for all he's worth...] RP: JAMES TOWN CLUTCH! JAMES TOWN CLUTCH! [SUBMISSION POP!] LVK: Griffin James with the Octopus stretch applied! RP: This is a brand new finisher! It could make James the number-one contender! LVK: Most definitely! We know Destiny is in agony with those ribs! RP: Griff has done a real number on him, Van Keel! Listen to him! [Destiny moans with pain, James pulling on the arm and forcing all of his weight down on the head, stretching the abdominal muscles. Destiny tries to fight it, lowering his knee to try to gain the leverage needed to mare out of it, but Griffin suddenly sweeps him to the mat by way of a response, keeping the hold applied...] LVK: And he takes it to the mat! Grounded Octopus stretch, Destiny in trouble! RP: Big trouble! [Roxie gets up out of her seat, shouting for Destiny to hang on. Cut back to the ring with Griffin James on his back, propped up on one elbow, and Destiny arched up into the air, still in pain and noisy with it. The referee checks for a submission, and the crowd holds its breath as Destiny reaches out with his hand, hesitates... ... and points to his right foot, stretched out and touching the bottom rope! Pop!] LVK: Destiny with his foot on the ropes! James has to break the hold! RP: Unbelievable! I could have sworn Destiny was done for! LVK: He's still got something left, and he isn't about to give up on the World title... [Becoming frustrated now, James just throws Destiny away, on to his stomach. He gets to his feet and scrapes his opponent up with him, standing him in the middle of the ring before turning his back and charging into the ropes at full-pace...] LVK: James off the ropes--! RP: [deep breath] LVK: YAKU-- Wait! Destiny caught it! "THUUD!" [Head-dropping pop!] RP: Sweet Mother of Perle! LVK: Capture suplex! He caught the Yakuza and dumped James on his head! RP: Just... sick impact! [Amazingly, James is actually on his knees, both hands clasped around the middle rope even though his eyes are glazed and he seems to have no idea where he is at this moment in time. Destiny stumbles up behind him, chickenwings the arms...] LVK: And he's got James set up again! "THUUD!" [Suplex pop!] LVK: TIGER SUPLEX! RP: Oh, what the hell... WITH AUTHORITAH~! LVK: A second devastating suplex by Destiny! Trying to bridge! [But with his injuries, Destiny's bridge collapses before Hunnicutt can even get into position. Destiny crawls alongside James and throws his arm across the chest...] LVK: He got an arm across! Destiny could win it, here! ONE! TWO! THREE! [GIGANTIC POP!] LVK: DESTINY WINS! DESTINY WINS--! RP: NO HE DOESN'T! HUNNICUTT'S SAYING JAMES KICKED OUT! LVK: MY GOD, YOU'RE RIGHT! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE! [Destiny seems to be the only person in the building who isn't stunned, simply getting to his feet to carry on with the job. He drags James up and hooks him as if for a belly-to-back suplex, lifting and dumping him on the top turnbuckle, facing out into the crowd. Slowly, Destiny pulls himself to the middle rope.. anticipation pop!] LVK: This is what River City Wrestling is all about, fans... phenomenal tenacity and phenomenal wrestling... these two men have put it all on the line here tonight... RP: But it looks as though Shane Destiny is going for the big finish, right now... LVK: He's got Griffin James up on the top rope... RP: I think I know what's coming... if I'm right, it has to be over. It has to be. [Destiny reaches around and underhooks James' left arm. The fans pop madly, sensing an imminent Death Lake Driver -- but as Destiny tries to capture the right arm of the James Clansman Griff suddenly comes to life, lashing out with elbows..] LVK: James is fighting it! Griffin James trying to fight him off, here! [Somehow managing to keep his footing on the middle rope, Destiny's head lolls as the point of James' elbow cracks him in the temple. Wrapping his fingers around Destiny's chin James bends his arm at the elbow and shoves with all his strength, pie-facing Destiny off the rope and sending him sprawling across the mat, prone...] "THUD!" LVK: Down goes Destiny! Griffin James escapes the Death Lake Driver! RP: And now he's going to try to finish it! [Having bought himself a tiny window of opportunity, James brings his feet up on to the top rope, looking through his legs at the spreadeagled Destiny the whole time. The fans ready their cameras as James stands up on the top rope, sets himself...] LVK: MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT! "THUUUDDD!" [TREMENDOUS POP!] LVK: OHHHH! RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY! LVK: THE POOL WAS EMPTY! DESTINY MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! [And the former River City champ picks himself up immediately, scraping James up and wrapping his own right arm across his neck. Destiny lifts James up, strapping him across his shoulders torture rack style, yelling out in pain as he straightens...] LVK: DESTINY'S GOT HIM NOW! DESTINY'S GOT HIM! "THUUUUUDDDDD!" [... before planting James into the mat with a Cutthroat Driver! HUGE POP!] RP: HOLY CRAP! LVK: OHHH! THERE IT IS! KISMET DRIVER! KISMET DRIVER! RP: SO MUCH FOR JAMESTOWN! LVK: DESTINY WITH THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! [WAKE THE DAMN NEIGHBOURS POP!] LVK: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! [DING! DING! DING!] DS: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH... SHANE DESTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINY! [MASSIVE POP! "Sandstorm" by Darude begins to play.] LVK: DESTINY WINS, WITH LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES LEFT IN THE MATCH! [James rolls out of the ring slowly, into the consoling arms of Alexia. With his wife out of her seat, applauding, Destiny sits up and referee Hunnicutt takes his hand and raises it before helping him up to his feet. Roxie climbs the steps up on to the apron and ducks into the ring, with Destiny holding himself up against the ropes...] LVK: What a victory for Destiny! Destiny has earned the right to challenge Juan Vasquez for the World title next month on pay-per-view in Los Angeles, California! RP: I don't know if "earned" even comes close! These guys went to hell and back! LVK: You can say that again, Rick Perle! For twenty-five minutes it was so tense, so finely balanced -- Griffin James risked everything on hitting that huge moonsault and when it didn't pay off, Destiny took full advantage. That was just... amazing. RP: But hey -- Vasquez versus Destiny for the World title... that's a dream match. LVK: Oh, without a shadow of a doubt -- probably the two best wrestlers in the world today, battling it out for the right to wear the RCW World Heavyweight title. [Cut to commercials.] [We come back from commercials, and the camera takes in the ring, which is now encased in a cage. Not just any cage - it's wrapped in barbed wire. There's only about half a foot between the cage and the ropes.] LVK: Welcome back, and as you can see, the ring has been prepared for our next match. A 15-foot tall steel cage has been erected, and that cage is entangled with barbwire... barbwire which is hooked up to electricity, ensuring a shocking outcome for anyone who comes into contact with it. RP: What's the story with ol' Rum Barton? LVK: I still haven't heard any definite details. All we've been told is that Barton won't be taking part in the match, and it will now be a three-way contest. Regardless, hold onto your seats fans, because this one's sure to be wild! [Cross to the ring.] DS: This match is a three-way contest, inside of a CAGE WRAPPED IN ELECTRIFIED BARBWIRE!! [HARDCORE POP!] [The opening riff to Biohazard's "Switchback" thunders over the PA as Chad Grimsson steps out from the back. Dressed in a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, black leather chaps, black engineer boots, a white wifebeater with a red anarchy sign spraypainted on the front, and finishing off with both fists wraped heavily in white tape, the man known as the Pit Monster makes his way towards the ring. Around his waist, he wears his prized Universal Jisatsu Title. Eyes focused on the cage, Chad slaps hands with the fans on his way down the aisle. As he gets to the cage, Chad climbs through the ropes and waits for his opponents to arrive.] DS: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 365 pounds... "PIT MONSTER" CHAD GRIIIIIIMSSOOOOOONNN!!! LVK: You'll see that Grimsson's brought his Universal Jisatsu title belt to the ring, but of course that title isn't officially recognised here in RCW, and won't be on the line in this match. [The lights dim, as a voice is heard over the P.A.] "Fighting got to killing. And killing got to warring. And that was damn near the death of us all. Ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls. _Dying_ time's here." [HEEL POP!] [Bass with thick layer of chorus begins playing melodically, almost in a tribal rhythm, signaling the beginning of "Finger Paintings of the Insane" by Acid Bath. The guitar hits, as the curtains at the top of the aisle fly open.] #Turning the knife buried in your stomach.# #I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new.# #The sunset's coming, fingerpaintings of the insane.# #Come on and sterilize me kneel down and idolize me.# #Suck me f**k me resurrect me.# #Rut me cut me and infect me slice me dice me.# #I wanna die screamin the thoughts of dead babies wiped away with my semen.# [Carver stands at the top of the entranceway, branding iron held high in the air. He sneers at the crowd with a look that says "I don't know whether to spit on you, or hit you with a truck". He decides on spitting, as he launches a huge wad of phlegm at a fat ass to his left. The fan becomes enraged... but calms down when Carver pulls out his trusty can opener from his pants pocket.] DS: Next...he is the South Boston Strangler... HANNIBAL CARVAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! #Bleed me feed me and inject me feel me, kill me then dissect me.# #The pigs will squeal their blood will drain.# #Finger paintings of the insane.# [Carver makes his way down to ringside, climbing into the ring and keeping his eyes locked on Grimsson.] #Bloody mountain momma rockabilly machine# #Kiddy porn lover with a mouth for disease# #Giddy'up honey my rubber f**k doll# #When your candle's snuffed out I'll burn brighter than before# LVK: Hannibal Carver has certainly become unpopular due to his actions in recent weeks. RP: You mean like putting that pink-haired punkhead Haruhara out to pasture? LVK: Yes, like that. They were _partners_ in a match, and Carver overreacted when that team lost, breaking Jamie Haruhara's leg and possibly ending his promising career. RP: He's a loose unit alright. # I DON'T GIVE -- A -- F[bleep]K! # [And the houselights completely drop, replaced with a black light eminating from the entranceway. "Waiting to Die" cuts off as soon as it starts, replaced by Twiztid & ICP's "Rock the Dead", drawing a tremendous face pop from the crowd.] # Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise # [The blacklight is replaced by a blinding strobe light.] # Come on Space and beyond Mind dumpin in the yard I stoled your headstone from your grave plot Conscience and confused Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news Fallin through a hole in the sky Will I die? You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies Steppin in the darkness Walkin through my conscience Like an android I remain heartless Underground, and mental know me well Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes Peel back the rhyme and examine the fruit Rotten to the core buried in they best suits Maggots crawling on they face, Eyes sunk in they head Throw your f[bleep]kin arms up and rock the dead # Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise # DS: And finally.... from Los Angeles, California... weighing 252 pounds... THE GREEEEEEEEMLIN!! # Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is ROCK THE DEAD So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is ROCK THE DEAD # [BIG FACE POP! The Gremlin steps through the entranceway, armed with nothing but his taped fists, steel toed boots, and is wearing a black "Property of None of Your Goddamned Business" t-shirt. He stomps down the aisle and climbs into the ring, raising both arms to even more cheers, before turning to face Destiny, as his music dies out.] LVK: Listen to that ovation! The Gremlin has very quickly become one of the most popular superstars here in RCW! __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Exploding Barbwire Cage match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ "Pit Monster" Chad Grimsson Written by \ vs Fletcha \ Hannibal Carver vs The Gremlin \_______________________________________________________________ LVK: OH! They're wasting no time getting started! *DING DING!* [It's Carver who attacks right away, laying into Grimsson with a series of punches which catch the big man off-guard. He grabs him by the arm, looking to whip him into the cage, but big Chad refuses to budge, using Carver's own momentum to drag him back in....] *SMAACK-THUD!* [Pop!] LVK: Big lariat by Grimsson sends Carver crashing to the mat! RP: But The Gremlin comes in and nails Grimsson from behind! LVK: And he whips Grimsson... [Panic pop...] LVK: But he stops himself short of going crashing into the cage! [Relief pop!] RP: Gremlin charges- LVK: GRIMSSON DUCKS THE LARIAT- [THAT-WAS-CLOSE POP!] RP: Whoa! LVK: This time it was The Gremlin managing to stop himself short of hitting the ropes, which would have meant coming into contact with the electrified barbwire! [Gremmy stops just inches from the ropes, and turns around...] *THWAAACK-THUUDDD!* [FACE POP!] LVK: HUGE YAKUZA KICK BY GRIMSSON!! RP: Holy cow, did he nail The Gremlin with his massive boot! *SMACK!* LVK: OH! But he turned his back to Carver, who came charging across and nailed him with a big flying forearm! RP: That's the problem with a match like this - you've gotta have eyes in the back of your damn head to watch _two_ guys at the same time. LVK: Carver now laying into Grimsson with right hands, and now he's going to suplex the 365-pounder... [Carver tries to lift, but can't budge Grimsson. He struggles on, and suddenly The Gremlin rushes over and applies a front chancery from the other side...] LVK: LOOK AT THIS! Carver and The Gremlin working together to suplex- *ROOAAAARRRR!!* *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [AWED POP!!!] RP: HOLY CRAP!! GRIMSSON SUPLEXED BOTH OF THEM!! LVK: WHAT POWER!! RP: The Gremlin and Hannibal Carver would be considered by many to be the "big names" in this match, but right now they're being manhandled by the Pit Monster! LVK: Grimsson has hold of Carver now, hooks on a front waistlock- [...and then simply hurtles Carver overhead, sending him flying through the air...] *crash-BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!* [...right into the side of the cage, producing a huge explosion, white smoke bursting from that side of the ring.] LVK: OH MY GOD!! GRIMSSON _THREW_ CARVER RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! RP: Is Carver still alive? LVK: He's barely moving, as Grimsson gets back to his feet... *THUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: BUT GETS NAILED BY THE GREMLIN, WITH THE SCALPEL DDT!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! Kickout with authority by Grimsson! [Mixed pop!] LVK: Both men back to their feet, and The Gremlin lunges... NECK CUTTER- MISSES! *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: MY GOD!! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX DUMPS THE GREMLIN _RIGHT_ ON HIS HEAD!! RP: Chad Grimsson's power is just amazing. LVK: Cover now by Grimsson... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Heel pop!] LVK: Carver breaks it up! RP: I'm sure Hannibal Carver doesn't give a rat's ass about The Gremlin, but he doesn't want Chad Grimsson winning the match! [Carver stomps away at Grimsson as he gets to his feet, then punches away at the big man, before ducking in behind him and hooking on a chickenwing with one arm... ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: He's setting up for the Murdalizah- *SMACK!* RP: Grimmson breaks that up with a back elbow! LVK: Boot to the gut by Grimsson, into a standing headscissor... POWERBOMB LIFT- [But as he hoists Carver skyward, near the ropes, The Gremlin comes charging across the ring and leaps into the air....] *THWAAACK!* [...dropkicking Grimsson right between the shoulders...] [...which sends him staggering forward, Carver still hoisted up on his shoulders....] *crash-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!* [THUNDEROUS HARDCORE POP!!!] LVK: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!! A DROPKICK FROM THE GREMLIN SENT GRIMSSON AND CARVER BOTH CRASHING INTO THE CAGE, RESULTING IN ANOTHER HUGE EXPLOSION!! [The fans continue to roar in appreciation as the cloud of smoke dissipates, revealing Grimsson and Carver sprawled on the mat. The Gremlin gets to his feet across the ring, and makes his way over...] LVK: Grimsson slowly back to his feet now... The Gremlin charges- *SMAAAAACCKK-THUUUUDDDD!!* [Stiff shot pop!] LVK: NECK CUTTAAAAAAAHHH!!! My God, what a lariat! RP: The Gremlin's taking charge! LVK: Yes he is, and he's rolling Grimsson onto his back... and applying a camel clutch! RP: He calls it "Sucks to be you", and it sure does suck to be Chad Grimsson right now! LVK: He's really pulling back on the chin of the Pit Monster! [But behind them, Carver is back to his feet, and he charges over...] *THWACK!* LVK: BOOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF THE GREMLIN BY CARVER! RP: He's not letting go! LVK: Carver backs up- *THWACK!* LVK: Another kick, but still The Gremlin keeps the hold locked on! [Frustrated, Carver walks around to the front, facing The Gremlin as he walks as close to the ropes as he can dare, then turns and runs...] LVK: CARVER! [...only The Gremlin was counting on that, and in a flash releases the camel clutch and springs to his feet, catching the charging Carver by surprise...] *THWAAAAAACCCKK-THUUUUUUDDDD!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: OOHHHH!! INCREDIBLE IMPACT ON THE YAKUZA KICK FROM THE GREMLIN! RP: He sucked Carver right into it, and just about took his damn head off! LVK: Cover now by The Gremlin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NO! Kickout by Carver! [Heel pop!] *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* *GREM-LIN! GREM-LIN!* LVK: The fans are right behind the Shogun of Asswhuppery, who has developed into one of the most popular superstars here in RCW since his shock arrival back at Caged Rage 3! RP: Grimsson's back in it, and he nails Gremlin with a big forearm! LVK: And continues to pound away. Locks on a full nelson... *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: FULL NELSON SLAM!! *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* *GRIM-SSON! GRIM-SSON!* RP: These fans sure are fickle. LVK: Chad Grimsson is also a highly popular young man, who's come along in leaps and bounds since making the step up from South Pacific Wrestling. RP: What, no love for Carver? LVK: After the way he ended Jamie Haruhara's career? Yeah right. [Grimsson drags Gremmy up again, and into a standing headscissor. He drags a thumb across his throat, drawing a HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: Grimsson setting The Gremlin up for the Psycho Bomb now. HE LIFTS- [But at the height of the lift, Gremmy rolls over the top of his head and shoulders, sliding down the big man's back...] LVK: SUNSET FLIP! RP: He can't get Grimsson over! [Grimsson fights to keep his balance, teetering precariously, until suddenly Carver comes charging across the ring....] *SMAACK-THUUUDDD!* [POP!] LVK: FLYING FOREARM FROM CARVER GOT HIM OVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NO! Carver breaks the count! RP: Hmmmm, he didn't really think that whole thing through now did he? LVK: I don't know that thinking is high on Hannibal Carver's list of skills. RP: Touche. LVK: Carver now making his way over to the cage door... and he's climbing out! [Confusion pop!] RP: Is he leaving? LVK: He's out at ringside now, and making his way over to the railing... AND GETTING A CHAIR! CARVER WENT OUT TO GET A CHAIR!! RP: Here he comes back in.... *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAAANNNKKKKK!!!* [CHAIRSHOT POP!!] LVK: AND HE WAFFLES THE GREMLIN WITH IT!!! *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAANNNNKK!!!* [ANOTHER CHAIRSHOT POP!!] RP: GRIMSSON GOT THE SAME TREATMENT!! CARVER'S LAID 'EM BOTH OUT WITH THE CHAIR!! LVK: He throws the chair onto the mat, drags Grimsson up- *THUU-KLAAAANKKKKKKK!!!* [HARDCORE POP!!] LVK: PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: THE GREMLIN WITH THE SAVE!!! RP: Dammit! LVK: That was extremely close! And now the Gremlin nails Carver with a punch to the jaw, and another.... OH! Rake of the eyes by Carver! RP: He's climbing out of the cage _again_! LVK: But this The Gremlin is going right out after him... *KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNKKK!!!!* [MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!!] LVK: DEAR GOD!! CARVER WAS WAITING, AND SWUNG THAT CAGE DOOR RIGHT INTO THE GREMLIN'S HEAD!! [The Gremlin flops to the floor, and Carver climbs back in, swinging the door closed behind him.] LVK: Carver back in now, as Grimsson climbs to his feet. CARVER HAS THE CHAIR AGAIN! *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNKKKKK!!!* [CHAIRSHOT POP!!] [THUNDEROUS NO-SELL POP!!!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! CARVER WAFFLED GRIMSSON FOR A SECOND TIME, BUT THIS TIME IT HAD NO EFFECT ON THE PIT MONSTER!! [Grimsson roars right in the face of Carver, and grabs him by the throat.] LVK: CARVER'S GOING FOR A RIDE- *OOOPH!* [HEEL POP!] RP: No he's not! He kicked Grimsson square in the yambags! LVK: That dirty bastard! [As Grimsson doubles over in agony, Carver pounds away on him with kicks and punches, before pausing and kneeling down. He begins to undo his right boot...] LVK: What on earth is Carver doing now? RP: I think he's taking off his boot... No! He was getting something out of them! LVK: HANDCUFFS!! [BIG SHOCK POP!] LVK: Whatever Carver has planned, it's sure to be evil! RP: He slapped the cuffs on Grimsson! And now he's attaching the other end to the ropes! LVK: My God, he has to be careful! There's still hundreds of volts of electricity running through the barbwire that's wrapped around the cage! RP: Grimsson's cuffed to the ropes! He can't go anywhere! LVK: HERE COMES THE GREMLIN BACK IN!! RP: Oh man, he's bleeding bigtime. LVK: Carver has the chair again. He swings- AND MISSES! [Gremmy drives up underneath Carver's armpit, lifting him and driving the chair out of his hands. Carver finds himself spun in circle, then driven down to the mat Uranage-style...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [BIG MOVE POP!!] LVK: STAIRWAY TO HELL!!! THE GREMLIN NAILED IT!!! RP: He's dragging him right back up... [...into a front chancery. He lifts suplex-style, but then drops Carver down in a powerbomb motion...] *THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [THUNDEROUS FINISHING MOVE POP!!] LVK: LOBO BUSTAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH BOMB!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: That did it! The Gremlin wins! [Gremmy climbs to his feet and has his arm raised by referee James Hunnicutt.] DS: Here is your winner.... THE GREEEEEEMLIIIIIIIINNN!!! [More cheers greet the announcement. But suddenly they turn to a MASSIVE CONFUSION POP as another figure comes running into the ring.] LVK: WAIT A MINUTE! RP: Hey, that's that psycho bitch who's been stalking The Gremlin! LVK: She's somehow made it past security and has climbed into the cage! RP: Damn, she _has_ to be nuts! [Gremmy sees her coming and looks surprised as she storms right up to him, yelling and screaming at him.] LVK: She's going crazy at The Gremlin! We saw that she didn't take it well when The Gremlin declined her advances on a recent edition of Impact, and she's obviously still obsessed about him! [The Gremlin tries to tell her to leave, and then makes to do so himself... but the crazy woman's not giving up that easy...] LVK: OOOOHHH!! SHE JUMPED ON THE GREMLIN!! SHE'S SCRATCHING AND CLAWING AT HIM!! [MASSIVE SHOCK POP!] RP: She's a keeper! [The Gremlin manages to get her off of him, and again makes to beat a hasty retreat. He makes it all the way across the ring, but then....] "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" [...screaming at the top of her lungs, she charges....] [...Gremmy turns back in surprise....] [...and instinctively ducks to the side....] [...leaving his female assailant to lunge right at thin air, then....] *craaasshh-BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!* [DEAFENING SHOCK POP!!!] RP: HOLY CRAP!! LVK: GOOD GOD, SHE LEPT RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!! SHE LANDED RIGHT ON THE ELECTRIFIED BARBWIRE!! [Another big cloud of smoke wafts up into the air, as the woman convulses against the cage, and then flops to the mat, lifeless.] LVK: Oh, this is sickening. RP: Did The Gremlin mean for her to hit the cage? I think he did! LVK: No way! He moved out of the way by instinct. [Suddenly security and EMTs arrive on the scene, pushing past The Gremlin to tend to the unconscious woman. He turns and climbs from the cage, making his way to the back.] LVK: What a turn of events we've just seen. This mystery woman. RP: I think her name's Gabby. LVK: Okay... _Gabby_ somehow made it into the cage, and attacked The Gremlin. As a result she accidently ended up against the side of the cage, and tasted the full brunt of the electrified barbwire. RP: I still say The Gremlin did it on purpose. He's a sadistic bastard. LVK: Well, there's no denying he's sadistic, but I don't think he did this by choice. [Having loaded her onto a stretcher, the EMTs wheel the woman away up the aisle.] LVK: The ring is empty now... oh, wait! Chad Grimsson is still handcuffed to the ropes! RP: They forgot about him! [POP!] RP: Rum Barton is here! Where the hell did he come from? LVK: Through the crowd, I believe! Maybe he's come out to get Grimsson free! But you've got to wonder why he pulled out of this match if he's been here all along! [The crowd pops momentarily for Barton...but then starts to boo.] RP: What the-? LVK: He's padlocking the cage door shut? What the hell is he doing? [The Hackney Hitman then turns around to face Chad Grimsson, cuffed to the ropes inside the cage that is now locked at the door. Barton has a mic in hand, and he speaks.] RB: Ahhh...there we go. A little time for just you and me, laddie. LVK: What the hell is Barton doing? Why did he lock the cage door shut? RP: Isn't it obvious? [Barton continues.] RB: You know, I've been saying for weeks upon weeks that the old Rum Barton was coming back. The Rum Barton _none_ of you wanted to see. But you just passed me by, and you just looked the other way. You didn't give a _damn_ when I nearly ended Shaun Borders' life, did you? And you're not going to care about what I do to Mr. Chad Grimsson here tonight either, are you? [HEEL HEAT!] RB: It's just so bleedin' difficult, Chad. I have you here, helpless as a bleedin' puppy whose neck I twist until it bleedin' _snaps_. And there's so many things I can do, and so little time to decide. [Barton reaches into the back pocket of his jeans...and brings out a staple gun.] RP: Oh...my...God. LVK: Rum, don't do it! [Barton walks towards Grimsson, who is cursing him out. Barton reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a small square piece of paper.] RB: But I think that I've decided that _you_, Chad Grimsson... [And then Barton _strikes_.] ___"KAAAAAAAAAAAA-CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINKKKK!!!"___ [HEEL HEAT!] RP: AHHHH! LVK: HE STAPLED HIM! HE STAPLED THAT PAPER RIGHT TO HIS HEAD! THAT SICK BASTARD! [Barton just smiles, as Grimsson yells out in pain. He then reaches into his pocket again, and produces a lighter.] RP: What the--? [The Hackney Hitman smiles.] RB: ...you, my friend...you and all these fans...you all finally need to see the bleedin' _light_. ___"FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!"___ [Chad Grimsson lets out a horrible, blood curdling scream.] [HUGE HEEL HEAT!] [The announcers are shocked silent...why? Because the paper stapled into Chad Grimsson's skull was flash paper, paper that Barton just let ablaze, burning Grimsson's entire face. By this point, security is at ringside trying to unlock the cage door. Barton casually walks over to the door and unlocks it, and security floods inside. He holds his hands behind his back and is willingly cuffed and led from the ring backstage. Medics rush into the ring to check on Chad Grimsson as the ring crew looks to break the cuffs that bind him to the ropes.] RP: I...I... LVK: ...I can't believe this Rick. RP: ... LVK: Why? _Why_? RP: I don't know... [Black. Commercials.] [And back we come, to Larry and Rick at ringside. Larry looks very concerned.] LVK: Welcome back fans. We just witnessed a series of rather unsettling incidents. First the woman who we know as only Gabby tried to attack The Gremlin, but accidently ended up taking the full brunt of the electrified barbwire cage. Then Rum Barton, who pulled out of the match for unknown reasons, came out of the crowd and padlocked the cage shut, and proceeded to _staple_ flash paper to Chad Grimsson's head, before setting it ablaze. RP: Like he said, the old Rum Barton's back in town, and I for one love it. LVK: You would. I can tell you fans, that during the break Chad Grimsson was taken away by paramedics. We don't have any details about his condition, but we'll keep you updated as news comes to hand. [The lights go out as "Imperial March" by John Williams blasts through the arena. Search lights fly through the air eventually all converging on the arena entrance.] V/O: W-M-I. [HEEL POP!] RP: Alright! [A large pyro explosion goes off at the entranceway. As the smoke clears, the baddest organization on the planet emerges to a chorus of boos. Extreme and Colby, the new tag team champions, flank "The Last American Badass" Alex Martinez. The three head to ringside proudly displaying the tag team championship. As the three enter the ring, the lights come on as "Mr. Excitement" grabs a mic and looks out at the Total Impact crowd.] AE: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you will witness what only time has stopped: the complete domination of RCW. As you all saw last week, when Widowmakers is firing on cynlinders, there is simply no stopping us. Not Magnus Colby, not Alex Martinez, and certainly not me--the man who built this federation from the ground up to what it is today. [The fans boo loudly as Extreme does a finger wag towards them.] AE: You can boo all you want but last week, it all came together. In one swift motion, the evil empire of RCW took the tag team titles in a true and total team effort. Unlike the rest of this federation, we've worked together from day one to slowly establish our dominance and now... [He pauses for a moment.] AE: And now Juan Vasquez thinks he,along with Doc Holliday and Rick Marley, is going to stop us. [A HUGE cheer comes from the crowd. Extreme starts to laugh.] AE: You obviously haven't been listening. Juan and his merry men have no chance against... The baddest organization on the planet... The evil empire of RCW...Widowmakers Inc. [Extreme causally tosses the mic to Alex Martinez.] AE: Tell'em what its all about big man. [After waiting impatiently for the fans' uproar to die down, Martinez takes the mic.] AM: Ya know, as big as my contract is, I just ain't bein' paid enough to put up with this crap. So why don't y'all just shut the hell up right now? [The crowd's refusal is deafening.] AM: Ya know, I understand your jealousy. I'm rich and famous, and not a single person in this crowd ever amounted to anythin'. But if I ever met my superior... [Martinez smirks.] AM: Not that I ever will. But if I did, you can bet damn sure I'd sit my ass down and shut my trap. But it doesn't matter what you say, or what you do. It doesn't matter how much trash you talk or how much garbage you throw. There ain't nothin' you can do 'bout the fact that WMI is the standard for excellence. There's nothin' you can do change the facts. And the fact is, tonight there's gonna be a bloodbath. And the blood's gonna be on WMI's hands, not their faces. [Another loud round of boos drowns out Martinez.] AM: Boo all ya want bitches. I am _finally_ gettin' the chance to team up with the two best men in RCW. And if ya thought what I did the last time I had two partners was bad, if ya thought me bitch slappin' Kinsey around the ring all night long was awesome... You ain't seen nothin' yet. [With another smirk, Martinez hands the mic off to Colby. Magnus smiles as boos continue for the other half of the tag team champions. He looks over at Martinez and Extreme.] MC: He's right, RCW has not begun to see what Widowmakers is capable of. Alex Martinez and I have watched RCW's best. None of us are impressed. [The crowd boos loudly at Colby.] MC: Yes, the talent level is high but it is simply not at the level of Widowmakers standards. There is simply no one who compares with our collective talents. [He holds up his RCW Tag title in the air for all to see.] MC: This is just the beginning. Other titles along with those in our way will also fall. Just like Marley and Holliday did on the last Impact. Now the World Champion and the rest of RCW will learn what it means to cross Widowmakers. Consider tonight a sample of what is to come. And if RCW doesn't like it, that's too bad as they'll just have to...DEAL WITH IT. [The Imperial March plays loudly as the three confer soaking in the boos and debris littering the ring.] [Cut to the back.] [A door swings open and in walks, to many a shocked face, John Knight. The former manager of Keiji Zasaki is complete business, not even pausing as Gina quickly walks up to him.] GS: John Knight, after the happenings with Zach Sharp and Keiji Zasaki, no one expected you here tonight. What brings you here and why? JK: Where are the locker rooms? GS: Th.. that way. But why? [Knight says nothing, just nodding and moving the direction which Gina points. He disappears around a bend, leaving Gina standing there open mouthed... as usual!] GS: Well, I don't know why John Knight is here, but knowing him, he'll make an impact. Back to you guys! [Cut to the ring.] [The first beats of Bonnie Tyler's "Holding out for a HERO (RCW remix!)" hit over the PA and the crowd is looooooving it! They turn towards the entrance way, waiting... cheering as first a taped up fist appears... and then the rest of the man!] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a LADDER MATCH [POP!] AND IS FOR THE RCW SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! [The camera takes in a shot of the three belts dangling above the ring from three separate metal loops, and then of a ladder standing in the aisle.] [Bounding out of the entrance way comes a more energetic then ever HERO Ishikawa! He twirls in place coming to a final rest flexing! Smiling as he poses, he gets back up, making his way down the aisle. He claps hands here and there, dancing at other times. Yeah, he's about to get his ass kicked but is having a good ole time. Nice. He pauses briefly, taking a look at the ladder centered in the aisle before continuing.] RP: Way to be happy... you cheated. LVK: He did cheat but this IS HERO we are talking about. That's what he does and apparently the fans here in RCW, like in the South Pacific, love him for it. DS: Introducing first, from the Naha Prefecture in Japan... weighing in at 180lbs... HERO ISHIKAWA! [BIG POP!] LVK: See? [HERO is well toned athlete though small of stature compared to most. His both isn't ripped lean but rather lithe and athletic. His hair is short and dark with dyed blond highlights. HERO carries himself in a very smug, confident manner... you can just tell he's an asshole (or was anyhow). His outfit consists of baby blue surfer/beach style shorts (down to knee length) with black knee pads underneath and black amateur style wrestling shoes. He always has his wrists taped in baby blue over white. Hopping onto the apron he blows a kiss to a group of high school girls before crotch chopping the whole bunch of them. He grabs the ropes and with a slingshot rolls in and to his feet, moving to his corner.] ["Outshined" by Soundgarden blares over the speakers. HEEL POP! Alex Ripley steps through the curtains, stopping immediately and looking out to the RCW wrestling faithful.] DS: And his opponent....the REIGNING SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPION.... ALEX RIIIIIIIPLEEEYYY!! [Ripley quickly and confidently makes his way to the ring. He looks up, and then points skyward, being pointing at his chest, indicating that the belts hanging up there are indeed his.] __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Super J-Crown ladder match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ Alex Ripley (c) Written by \ vs Fletcha \ HERO Ishikawa \_______________________________________________________________ *DING DING!* LVK: Here we go! [No sooner has the bell sounded, then the two marquee junior-heavyweights stride towards the middle of the ring, their eyes locked together in an intense staredown, their hands stretched out in front in mirrored defensive stances. Stopping mere inches apart, they begin to circle. Ripley is the first to make a move, reaching out with a hand towards one of Ishikawa's legs, but the Japanese superstar easily moves it out of the way, and the circling continues.] LVK: Apprehensive beginning from both men, neither of them wanting to make a mistake. [Suddenly Ripley shoots for a leg, but Ishikawa sidesteps and swivels, latching onto the Super J-Crown champ with a rear waistlock. Like a college wrestler, he lifts and throws Ripley down to the mat, sprawling the champ on his stomach, and then swivels his body around to latch on a front facelock. But in mid-swivel, Ripley grabs his arm and rolls under, reversing into a hammerlock.] RP: Great move by Ripley! [Ishikawa grimaces as his right arm is wrenched up his back, the two men climbing to their feet in the hold. HERO moves as if to duck under, but finds the way blocked. Grimacing still, he tries it again, and this time manages to duck under and reverse the hold, bringing a cheer from the crowd. Now it's Ripley's turn to grimace, as he looks for a way out. After fidgeting around a bit, he swivels and ducks under, but instead of completely reversing the hold he grabs HERO from the side, lifting and driving....] LVK: Backdrop suplex... NO! Ishikawa flipped right over and landed on his feet! [Pop! Ripley spins around and is caught offguard by Ishikawa, who throws him to the mat with a picture-perfect armdrag! They both roll to their feet and go back to their defensive stances, drawing a cheer from the crowd, as for the first time in the match the ice is broken by a grin and a wink from the challenger.] LVK: As we saw just there, Ripley is the more accomplished wrestler when it comes to the technical side of things, but in terms of speed and agility, HERO Ishikawa holds the advantage. RP: They're two completely different wrestlers in terms of style, but yet they're _so_ evenly matched. [HERO turns and runs into the ropes, coming charging back at Ripley, who swings with a chop. It misses its mark though, as Ishikawa hits the ropes again. Ripley spins and then ducks, looking to backdrop the challenger. With great agility, HERO spins and backflips over Ripley's back, landing back on his feet, then sprinting into the ropes....] *SMAAAAAACK!* LVK: OH! Ishikawa ran right into a vicious back elbow from Ripley! [The blow sends Ishikawa staggering back towards a corner, and Ripley sends him all the way back in with a knife-edge chop....] *SMACK!* [...followed by a brutal European uppercut!] *SMACK!* RP: Rip's not just about the scientific wrestling... he can also hit you damn hard! LVK: Yes he can, and he's got HERO Ishikawa backed into a corner, and now he starts to unleash with European uppercut after European uppercut! *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* RP: Booyah! He's knocking Ishikawa silly! LVK: He stops with the strikes... and whips Ishikawa into the far corner! HERE HE GOES! *SMACK-THAAAPPP!!!* [Sympathy pop!] LVK: WOW! Ripley smashed into Ishikawa with a _brutal_ running elbowsmash! [HERO staggers out of the corner and flops facefirst onto the canvas. Ripley doesn't waste any time following up, grabbing the Japanese highflyer's legs and grapevining them, then proceding to twist and roll him up...] RP: Damn, look at this! LVK: He's turning Ishikawa into a human pretzel! Certainly impressive, but remember fans, there are no pinfalls or submissions in this match! RP: That's right, but Alex is doing the right thing. He needs to wear Ishikawa down before trying to go after the belts. [Ripley releases the hold, and they both climb to their feet...] LVK: Ripley with another chop... but HERO ducks! *SMACK!* [Face pop!] LVK: AND CATCHES RIPLEY IN THE FACE WITH AN ELBOWSHOT! [The crowd noise gets even louder as HERO grabs Ripley by the head, pushing his face down onto the top rope, then runs it along, first one way... then the other!] LVK: OH! FACERAKE ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! RP: Goddammit! LVK: Vintage HERO Ishikawa, and the fans love it! Ripley's been temporarily blinded, which means he's an easy target now for Ishikawa... who lifts him up... *THUD!* LVK: ATOMIC DROP!! He keeps hold... we've seen this before... *THUD!* LVK: Another atomic drop! And again he lifts.... *OOOOPH!!* [RUDO POP!] LVK: He caught him with a mule kick on the way down! RP: Dammit, come on ref! Disqualify him! LVK: Alfonso Reyes is letting it go, but he _is_ telling HERO that he won't stand for too much more of that. [With Ripley down and clutching at his groin, HERO looks out to the fans, whipping his head around before thrusting a fist into the air. MASSIVE ANTICIPATION POP!] RP: Oh crap. LVK: For months HERO Ishikawa's famed fistdrop was eliminated through injury, but as we saw on the last edition of Impact, the hand is now fully recovered, and... WE'RE ABOUT TO SEE THE RETURN OF... DA FISTDROP~! [He looks to the left, then to the right, holding the fist up to the roaring crowd, before turning and sprinting into the ropes, rebounding and running, stepping over Ripley....] *THUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [DISAPPOINTMENT POP!] LVK: OOOH! RIPLEY TRIPPED HIM UP! RP: Bahaha! Ishikawa fell flat on his face! Good job! [Ripley slowly climbs to his feet, grimacing as he adjusts himself, before dragging HERO up by the hair. Ishikawa clutches at his face in pain, but is sent into the ropes....] *THWACK-THUD!* LVK: Big kneelift catches Ishikawa in the gut, sending him tumbling head over heels to the mat! RP: That'll teach him to mess with Little Alex! LVK: Um, are you referring to Ripley's "equipment" by nickname? RP: Yes I am. And I feel confidently un-metrosexual doing so. LVK: Alright, just checking. Ripley's got hold of HERO again, whips him into the far corner, and charges in again.... *THWAACK!* [Face pop!] LVK: BUT THIS TIME HERO GETS HIS BOOT UP! [Ripley goes staggering away from the corner, and HERO leaps up to the middle rope, before leaping and turning...] LVK: CROSSBODY- *THUUUDDD!* RP: MISSES! [HERO lies facedown, and Ripley quickly hooks him in a rear waistlock, pulling him up to his feet and then launching him skywards....] *THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [HEAD-DROPPING POP!!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! LVK: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX LAUNCHED ISHIKAWA HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING AND DROPPED HIM _HARD_ RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!! RP: He's gotta be out cold! LVK: He's moving, but not much! [As the fans roar in shock and dismay, Ripley climbs to his feet and surveys the scene, his eyes rising to rest on the three glinting gold prizes dangling above. This seems to spur him into action, because he rolls from the ring and grabs the ladder standing at ringside.] RP: Ripley's got his eyes on the prize! LVK: For the first time in the match, the ladder is coming into play! [Having folded it up, Ripley slides the ladder in and climbs back in. He moves the ladder to under the belts, looking as if to set it up there, but then suddenly stops...] LVK: What's he waiting for? [A slight grin comes over his face, and Ripley takes hold of the ladder in its collapsed state, moving it over to a nearby corner, where he props it against the turnbuckles.] RP: Either he doesn't think Ishikawa's worn down enough, or he just wants to have some fun! LVK: I'd count on the latter. This is the same sadistic son of a bitch who broke HERO's hand many months ago, and who enjoyed punishing that broken hand time after time! [Dragging HERO up, Ripley then whips him into the corner, towards the ladder. But instead of colliding heavily with it, the agile Ishikawa runs up the metal structure, pushing off of it and launching back towards Ripley....] *THUUUUUDDDDD!!* [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: INCREDIBLE! HERO SPRANG OFF THE LADDER AND KNOCKED RIPLEY TO THE MAT WITH A CROSSBODY! [They both spring back to their feet, and HERO grabs Ripley by the arm, whipping him in...] LVK: RIIIIIPLEY- *CLAAAAAAANK-THUUDDDDDD!!* [...Ripley colliding backfirst with the ladder! MASSIVE HARDCORE POP!] LVK: WHAT IMPACT!! ALEX RIPLEY'S BACK CLATTERING AGAINST THE UNFORGIVING STEEL OF THE LADDER WITH SICKENING IMPACT!! RP: Ishikawa's not done! HERE HE COMES! [But as HERO charges in, Ripley suddenly surges back to his feet and drives his elbow out...] *SMACCKK!* LVK: Ripley answers back! [HERO goes staggering, then turns back, right into the grasp of Ripley....] *CLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNK-THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [THUNDEROUS SHOCK POP!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX... RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL LADDER!!! RP: Rip's not just gonna _beat_ Ishikawa... HE'S GONNA KILL HIM! LVK: My God, the impact with that steel ladder was _incredible_! HERO Ishikawa's writhing in pain on the mat, and now Alex Ripley's taking the ladder and setting it up underneath where the belts are hanging! RP: This is gonna be over real quick! [The fans start to panic as they watch Ripley steady the ladder and then begin to climb, with no sign of any resistance from Ishikawa....] LVK: Up climbs Ripley, the Super J-Crown belts in his sights... [FACE POP!] LVK: Wait! HERO Ishikawa is dragging himself up to his feet, clearly still in a world of pain, but realising that he has to stop Ripley! [Ripley suddenly finds his upwards progress stopped by HERO's hand clamping around his ankle. He turns, looks down, and then shakes free of HERO's grasp...] *THWACK!* LVK: Ripley kicks at HERO, sending him staggering away from the ladder... [And then leaps...] *SMAAACK-THUD!* LVK: RIPLEY OFF THE LADDER... KNOCKS ISHIKAWA DOWN WITH A _HARD_ FLYING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! RP: And now he's going postal on his ass! [Climbing on top of Ishikawa with what in MMA would be a mount, Ripley begins to rain down elbow smashes onto his face, pausing after the flurry, grabbing HERO's head by two hands and then aiming a particularly nasty headbutt right into his face....] *THAAACK!* [BRUTALITY POP!] LVK: GOOD GOD! RP: Ripley's groundin' and poundin'! LVK: And HERO Ishikawa has been busted open! Blood is pouring from his nose, which could be broken! [Blood oozing from a gash running the length of his nose, Ishikawa is dragged up to his feet, his eyes glazed over as he sways from side to side in the grasp of Ripley, who offers a slight smile.] LVK: That bastard Ripley, he's actually enjoying this! RP: Ishikawa sure as hell isn't, I can tell you right now! [Face pop!] LVK: WAIT! Rake of the eyes by HERO! *THUD!* LVK: Now he snapmares Ripley to the mat... AND SCRAPES HIS BOOT ACROSS THE SUPER J-CROWN CHAMP'S FACE! He backs up... [POP!] LVK: RUNNING BOOTSCRAPE TO THE FACE!! HERO ISHIKAWA HAS BLOOD OOZING FROM A POSSIBLY-BROKEN NOSE, BUT HE'S FIGHTING BACK... HERO STYLE! RP: Bah! Is that the best he can do? Use boot scrapes like some kind of pantywaist? [As Ripley staggers about blindly, HERO grabs the ladder, folding it up....] *CLANK!* [...and driving the end of it into Ripley's gut! POP!] LVK: Is that more to your liking? [HERO then throws the ladder against the ropes, leaving the metal implement leaning against the top strand. He grabs Ripley by the head...] *KAH-LANNNK!* LVK: HERO just _throws_ Ripley against the ladder, and I think it's fair to say he's _pissed_! His face is covered in blood, and I'm seeing an intensity in the eyes of HERO Ishikawa that I don't think I've ever seen before! [With Ripley lying backfirst against the ladder, which lies on an angle against the ropes, HERO has climbed out onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and slingshots himself back in, turning in mid-air so that he comes down on the middle rope, springboarding into a backward flip....] *UGGGHH-KLAAAAANNNNNNNKKKKKKKK!!!!!!* [HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: OH WOW!! HERO SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULTED RIGHT ONTO RIPLEY, WHO WAS LYING ACROSS THE LADDER! RP: Daaamn! Alex's back was driven right down into the ladder! [Ripley rolls forward off the ladder and slumps to the mat. HERO rolls him over onto his back, and then pauses to wipe some of the blood from his face. Although obviously in a lot of pain, he manages a smile, raising his right fist into the air....] [HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!!] LVK: HERE IT COMES! [He runs towards the ropes, but before he reaches them, he flips into a handspring, his legs hitting the ropes in an upside down position, springing him back over, where he launches into the air, corkscrewing through the air and coming down....] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [MEGALICIOUS FACE POP!!] LVK: YES! YES! DA FISTDROP~! RP: Give me a break. LVK: But Rick... that's the first time in many, many months that HERO Ishikawa has been able to nail the fistdrop with his right hand! [HERO kips up to his feet, clenching and unclenching the fist several times, before nodding knowingly.] LVK: By God, if there was ever any doubt about HERO Ishikawa's health, it's been shattered with that one image! THE FIST IS 100 PERCENT! RP: Good! Now he has no damn excuses for losing to Ripley! LVK: Ripley slowly climbing to his feet now, as HERO climbs back out onto the apron. He's sizing Ripley up... SPRINGBOARDS IN- *THUU-UGGH-UDDDD!!* [Sympathy pop!] RP: SWEET JESUS! LVK: WOW! Alex Ripley just turned HERO Ishikawa's springboard momentum against him, dropping him across an outstretched knee, gutbuster-style! RP: Friggin' awesome! LVK: Now he throws Ishikawa from the ring... and he's setting up the ladder! RP: Yeah! Get that gold! LVK: HERO's getting up, but I don't know if he sees what's happening! Yes! Now he does! Ripley's over halfway up the ladder... HERO's climbing onto the apron! RP: Oh crap! [As HERO grabs hold of the top rope with both hands, Ripley sees what's about to happen. He gestures for Ishikawa to stop, slight panic coming over his face, but it's too late....] *THW-KLAAAAANNKKK-* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *KLANK-THUUUUDDDD-THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!* [THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! ISHIKAWA KNOCKED THE LADDER OVER WITH A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK, SENDING ALEX RIPLEY PLUMMETING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHING TO THE ARENA FLOOR!! RP: That's a damn long way to fall! [Back to his feet, HERO looks down through the ropes to see Ripley slowly rising to his feet at ringside, then runs across the ring towards him, leaping up onto the top rope and springing into the air, flipping and corkscrewing....] *TH-UGGGHH-WAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!* [MASSIVE HIGHSPOT POP!!!] *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* RP: I gotta agree with the fans on this one! HOLY SHIT! LVK: What agility! What a sight! HERO Ishikawa seemed to dispel the laws of gravity, launching through the air and seemingly hanging there for several seconds, before coming crashing down on Alex Ripley with devastating impact! RP: You'd think a guy who's probably got a busted nose, who's wearing a big ol' patch of his own blood on his face... would wrestle conservatively, but not this freak! [Pulling himself up to his feet with the help of the ring railing, and getting a few pats on the back from fans, HERO rolls back into the ring. He grabs the fallen-over ladder, and props it up under the belts, as the anticipation begins to build....] LVK: HERO's going for the gold. He's waited _so_ long to get his hands on the trio of belts that epitomise the pinnacle of junior-heavyweight wrestling... [Up he climbs, making it halfway up before the crowd starts to roar in disappointment...] RP: Ripley's back in the ring! LVK: He grabs HERO by the foot to stop his upward progress... and gets a kick in the face for his troubles! [Ripley staggers back, and HERO turns around on the ladder, then leaps...] LVK: HEEEEEEROOOOOOOO- *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [HUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: OH BOY! HE LEPT OFF THE LADDER AND TOOK RIPLEY DOWN WITH A HURACANRANA!! RP: Rip landed right on his damn head! LVK: HERO right back to his feet now, and right back up the ladder! [But he doesn't even make halfway up this time, before a pained-but-angry Ripley surges back to his feet, reaches up and grabs Ishikawa by the back of the neck...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [SHOCK POP!] RP: ALRIGHT! LVK: RIPLEY TOOK HERO OFF THE LADDER AND DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A VICIOUS NECKBREAKER! RP: GIVEN EXTRA IMPACT WITH THE ADDED HEIGHT!! LVK: No doubt! And Ripley's now rolling Ishikawa onto his stomach... AND APPLYING A BOSTON CRAB! There are no submissions in this match- RP: But this'll wear down Ishikawa some more, and hopefully keep him down so Rip can go after the gold! [There might be no submissions, but HERO is still in a world of pain, his teeth gritted as he claws at the mat...] LVK: Ripley releases the hold now, and he is indeed going back to the ladder! RP: Go get 'em champ! [He starts to climb, when suddenly a chant breaks out...] *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* LVK: The fans are getting right behind HERO Ishikawa, who is crawling to his feet! It might be too late to stop Alex Ripley though! RP: Damn right! Alex is getting what rightfully belongs to him! [FACE POP!] LVK: DON'T SPEAK SO SOON! HERO'S CLIMBING THE LADDER... ON THE OTHER SIDE!! RP: Dammit, he's catching up to Ripley! LVK: Up they climb, each as desperate as the other to get his hands on the Super J-Crown belts... they've reached the top of the ladder! RP: The belts are almost within reach! *SMACK!* LVK: OH! Chop by Ishikawa! *SMACK!* RP: Answered back with an elbowshot by Ripley! *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: MY GOD, THEY'RE TRADING BLOWS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER! RP: This is freakin' insane! I love it! [Changing tack from his straight chops, HERO swings his hand into the air, and brings it down Mongolian chop-style... only to find it blocked by Ripley, who drives his forearm forward...] *SMAACKK!* LVK: WOW! Stiff blow from Ripley just about knocked HERO off the ladder! He's clinging to it desperately, but seeing stars right now! [With HERO barely keeping hold, Ripley takes another step up the ladder. But he doesn't reach up towards the belts. Instead, he grabs HERO's arm, pulling him in towards the ladder, and then pushing up to wrap his legs around the arm... ...before dropping backwards, the end result being Ripley dangling upside down, his legs grapevined around HERO's arm, which is pulled down tight over the top of the ladder...] [THUNDEROUS DISBELIEF POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!! RP: NEITHER DO I!! LVK: ALEX RIPLEY HAS HIS PATENTED JUJIGATAME LOCKED ON HERO ISHIKAWA, WHILE THEY'RE BOTH AT THE TOP OF A LADDER!! RP: Never... I've _never_ seen anything like this! LVK: HERO Ishikawa is screaming in pain... oh, the unworldly pain he must be feeling right now! [But Ripley can't dangle there forever, and he releases his leg-grip, wrapping the limbs around the ladder and releasing HERO's arm....] *THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: Ripley let go, and HERO went plummeting to the mat! RP: Rip's still holding on, and now he's back up the right way, and climbing! BOOYAH! LVK: What an amazing display of balance and precision by Alex Ripley, who must now surely be on his way to retaining the Super J-Crown. [Up he climbs, but HERO has somehow managed to climb back to his feet, bloody and groggy. He holds onto his arm as he staggers sideways.... ...stumbling right into the ladder... ...knocking it over...] RP: ARRGGHHH! LOOKOUT!! [One moment the ladder is upright, with Alex Ripley reaching up towards the three belts. In the batting of an eyelid, it is toppling over, with Ripley sent falling...] *flashbulb* *OOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!* [...until he comes to a rather painful stop, one leg either side of the top rope, a silent scream frozen on Ripley's face.] [MASSIVE "THAT'S GOTTA HURT" POP!!!!] RP: HOLY SQUASHED YAMBAGS!! LVK: My God, he'll be able to... RP: Van Keel, if you make some lame joke about singing in a damn choir, I swear I'll knock you into next week. LVK: Uh... Alex Ripley is... in a lot of pain. [After falling, the ladder has ended up on its side on the mat. HERO grabs Ripley by the hair, hoisting him off the ropes and into a fireman's carry. Then with a grunt of effort, he lifts Ripley up into a brief press, before dropping him down in front of him....] *KAH-LAAAAAAANNNKKK!!!* [...ribs-first right onto the steel ladder!] [MASSIVE POP!!!] LVK: OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! RP: This damn ladder's more of a weapon than a way to get to the belts! LVK: It's sure turning out that way, Rick. [The cheers of the capacity Phoenix crowd ringing in his ears, HERO drags Ripley up off the mat and hoists him up into a torture rack position...] LVK: OH BOY! CAN HE NAIL THE HEROHACKER BOMB? [The answer Larry, is no. No sooner is he draped across HERO's shoulders, then Ripley starts to wriggle frantically, causing the Japanese fan favourite to stagger sideways into the ropes. Ripley slides off, over the top rope, and lands his feet on the apron...] RP: NOPE! [HERO turns around, but Ripley is one step ahead, grabbing him by the back of the head, and dropping to the floor....] *GURRRK-THUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOOHHH!! Ishikawa was dropped _viciously_ throat-first across the top rope! RP: Ripley's got an answer for everything Ishikawa can throw at him! LVK: He certainly is one of the best counter-wrestlers in the game, and now Alex Ripley is at ringside, and... leaving? [Some of the fans start to jeer as Ripley makes his way to the aisleway. For a moment it looks like he might retreat backstage, but then he turns back around and grabs the ring apron, throwing it open....] RP: Why the hell would he leave? He's got Ishikawa right were he wants him, and now he's searching under the ring for.... [MASSIVE POP!] LVK: ANOTHER LADDER!! ALEX RIPLEY HAS TAKEN A SECOND LADDER FROM UNDER THE RING!! RP: Things just got _very_ interesting! LVK: I can't understand why he would need another ladder. [As Ripley takes grasp of the ladder, holding it lengthways across his chest to carry it, HERO is suddenly up to his feet in the ring, on the far side from where Ripley is currently standing at ringside. In the blink of an eye he makes a decision in his own head, and takes off across the ring....] LVK: What's HERO doing? GOOD GOD!! SURELY NOT- [The crowd very quickly roars into fever pitch as they realise what's about to go down. HERO sprints across the ring and launches himself over the top rope headfirst, soaring into the air and tilting forwards....] *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *KLUNNNKKKK-THWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!!* [...performing a tope con hilo and landing upside down, backfirst against the ladder as it rests in Ripley's arms, driving him and the steel implement down to the arena floor.] [THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!!] RP: GREAT GOOGILY FREAKIN' MOOGILY!! LVK: OH MY GOD!! AN _ABSOLUTELY INSANE_ TOPE CON HILO FROM HERO ISHIKAWA, ONTO ALEX RIPLEY _AND_ THAT SECOND STEEL LADDER!! *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* [The scene in the aisleway is carnage - Alex Ripley lying facedown near the ring railing, his eyes wide in shock and his chest spasming as he gags fresh air; HERO Ishikawa tangled in the ladder, flat out on his back and one leg kicking at the ground, his teeth clenched as he fights the pain.] RP: HERO Ishikawa is a freakin' psycho! Who the hell has so little respect for their own damn wellbeing that they do something like that? LVK: It just goes to show how much the Super J-Crown means. *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* LVK: Incredibly, Alex Ripley is the first to get back to his feet... *KLANK-THUUUNNKK!!* [SHOCK POP!!] LVK: MY GOD!! HE STAGGERED RIGHT INTO THE RING RAILING AND THEN COLLAPSED _OVER_ IT INTO THE CROWD!! RP: Oh man, he's in a bad way. Which isn't surprising, considering that freak FLEW FROM THE FREAKIN' RING AND CRUSHED HIM BETWEEN THE LADDER AND THE FLOOR! LVK: He's climbing back up to his feet, right in the middle of the crowd! [Several security personnel hastily try to clear a space for Ripley, pushing the fans back as best they can. Meanwhile, in the aisle, HERO has also regained his feet, and has hold of the ladder. Seeing Ripley in the crowd, he stands the ladder up...] LVK: Now what? HERO has the ladder set up... [MEGA POP!] LVK: ....AND HE'S CLIMBING IT RIGHT THERE IN THE AISLE! RP: Hey idiot, the belts are above the ring! LVK: I don't think this is about the belts, Rick. [HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!] RP: Oh... NO WAY! NO! NO! DON'T DO IT YOU FREAK! DON'T DO IIIIIIITTTT- *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *SMACK-THUDDDDDDDD-CLATTER-CLATTER-KLAAANKK!* [MEGA-THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!] RP: HOLY MOTHERFREAKIN' CRAP!! LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! ISHIKAWA LAUNCHED HIMSELF OFF OF THE LADDER.... _OVER_ THE STEEL RING BARRIER.... AND ONTO ALEX RIPLEY WITH A CROSS BODYBLOCK... _IN THE CROWD_!! *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* RP: I don't care what anyone says... HERO Ishikawa isn't playing with a full deck! He belongs in a freakin' nuthouse, playing checkers with some fat white guy who thinks he's Michael Jackson! LVK: Right now I don't think HERO cares what he has to do to get his hands on those three title belts! [The fans where HERO and Ripley are lying in the heap are going nuts, as the security guys try to keep a perimeter. The noise gets even louder as HERO pushes up to his feet, his face still splattered in blood, his chest heaving in and out as he struggles to catch his breath. He staggers his way towards the railing, and slowly climbs over...] LVK: These two amazing athletes are exhausted, bloodied and hurting, and yet one of them still has to climb up that ladder in the ring and retrieve the Super J-Crown belts! And right now, it looks likely to be HERO Ishikawa, who's climbing into the ring, while Alex Ripley is still in the crowd near the aisle! RP: Come on Rip! LVK: OH! Ishikawa falls to the mat in exhaustion, and frankly, who can blame him? RP: Ripley's up! Come on Alex, get your ass moving! Don't let this fruitcake beat you! LVK: HERO's also getting back to his feet... RP: Come on Rip! LVK: Grabbing the ladder... RP: Hustle, Alex, hustle! LVK: HERO's got it set up under the belts, and he's starting to climb! RP: Ripley's back in the ring! LVK: OH! He stops HERO with a blow to the back of the knee... and now turns around, reaching up and hooking Ishikawa by the legs... *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [Disappointment pop!] LVK: DRIVES HERO INTO THE MAT WITH A RUNNING SITOUT POWERBOMB!! [Ripley pushes forward, transitioning from the sitout position into another mount, where he starts to rain down elbow after elbow...] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* RP: BOOYAH! Back to the GROUND AND POUND BABY! LVK: Absolutely brutal! The blood is really flowing freely from HERO's face now, and BY GOD I don't know if he'll be getting up after that beating! RP: No way he's gonna get up. Rip's climbin' to glory! [Up the champ climbs... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway... ...and two-thirds... ...when HERO climbs to his feet! MASSIVE FACE POP!] LVK: What determination... what grit and courage being shown by HERO Ishikawa! But after the way we saw him battle Alex Ripley to the limit with a broken hand on several occasions, we really shouldn't be surprised! [Well, Ripley sure is surprised. But his expression quickly changes to anger, his glare silently yelling "why the hell won't you stay down". He turns around on the ladder, then leaps....] *flashbulb* [...grabbing HERO's head as he flips forward....] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [MASSIVE SHOCK/HIGHSPOT POP!!] RP: HELL YES!! DIAMOND DUST FROM OFF THE LADDER!! LVK: What a move! [And so Ripley goes back to climbing.] RP: This time Ripley won't be denied dammit! [He climbs... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway... ...and two-thirds... ...almost to the top... ...when a hand reaches up and grabs him by the ankle!] [THUNDEROUS POP!!] LVK: Oh really? RP: Goddammit! [Ripley kicks the hand away, but it comes right back, grasping the ankle again. So Ripley is forced to turn around on the ladder and kick at it again. This time the hand stays firm, and actually yanks... a look of complete panic coming over Ripley's face as he his tugged away from the ladder...] *GUH-URRRKKKKKK!!* [....tumbling down through the air until his fall is broken by the top rope, which connects with his midsection....] *THUDDD-THWAAAAAAAPPPPP!!* [...the momentum sending his legs springing up and over the rest of his body, which tumbles down to the floor.] [MASSIVE POP!!!] LVK: WOW!! NEITHER OF THESE MEN WILL GIVE UP!! RP: They're gonna fight until they can't stand! LVK: Alex Ripley took quite a fall, and is lying at ringside... and here goes HERO up the ladder! [The fans buzzing in anticipation, HERO climbs... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway... ...and two-thirds... ...to the top, the belts within reach... ...he reaches up his right hand towards the Super J-Crown... ...but then stops. He studies the hand lifted skyward before him, and slowly furls it up into a fist.] [Realisation pop!] *FIST-DROP! FIST-DROP!* *FIST-DROP! FIST-DROP!* *FIST-DROP! FIST-DROP!* *FIST-DROP! FIST-DROP!* [Lowering the fist, but still keeping it clenched, HERO turns towards the crowd, a look of pure determination coming over his face. He looks down to where Ripley is still lying on the ringside floor...] LVK: What's he... oh... no.... RP: What are these moron fans saying? There's no way... I mean, who the hell would try something like that... LVK: HEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- *flashbulb* [As the fans collectively hold their breath, HERO launches himself off of the ladder, pushing out into mid-air....] *flashbulb* [...flying over the ropes, his right fist cocked in front of his chest...] *flashbulb* *THUH-WAAAAAPPPPP-SLAAAAAAAPPPP-THUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [TEAR-THE-ROOF-OFF HIGHSPOT FROM HELL POP!!!] LVK: OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! DA FISTDROP~! FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!! THAT IS ONE OF _THE_ MOST INSANE SIGHTS I HAVE _EVER_ _EVER_ SEEN!! *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* RP: That... that was... _AWESOME_! LVK: Um, what? RP: I still think HERO Ishikawa is a fruitcake, but MY GOD! That was a thing of beauty. LVK: We've seen fistdrops off the top rope, with jumping jacks thrown in, after backflips... I thought I'd seen every kind of fistdrop imaginable, but I was wrong. RP: It might also be the _last_ fistdrop you ever see, Van Keel. Ishikawa's down and in a _lot_ of pain. LVK: Yes he is. I'd be surprised if he hasn't broken something after that fall. Just a matter of weeks after fully recovering from a broken hand, HERO Ishikawa could be looking at serious time in hospital again. RP: Holy crap, he's getting up! [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: He is, but he's in a world of pain. [It's a familiar sight - HERO clutching his right arm in front of him, his face scrunched up in a pained grimace. He rolls into the ring and makes his way over to the ladder, where he looks up, nodding to himself.] LVK: HERO's climbing again! RP: That injured wing's making it tough! [Each upward movement bringing a grimace, HERO climbs... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway... ...and two-thirds... ...to the top, where he pauses, in serious pain... ...then braces himself, growling in pain as he lifts his arm skyward... ...his fingers inches from grasping the belts...] *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAANNNKKKK!!!* [HUGE PANIC POP!!] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: OHHHHHHH!!! RIPLEY SLID BACK INTO THE RING AND SHOULDERCHARGED THE LADDER OVER, SENDING HERO CRASHING TO THE CANVAS!! RP: Phew, that was close! LVK: It was a desperation move by Alex Ripley, who saw his reign as Super J-Crown champion slipping away! HERO was just inches from grabbing the belts! RP: Ripley's got HERO up off the mat... LVK: He underhooks both arms, lifts- *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* RP: TIGER DRIVAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! LVK: What a move! Just seconds ago HERO Ishikawa was inches away from becoming the new Super J-Crown champion, and now he's lying flat out on the canvas, and the momentum of the match has swung completely around yet again! RP: Oh man... LOOK AT THIS! [Ripley stands over HERO, and has hold of his right arm. The fans roar in panic and protest, but Ripley ignores them, wrapping his legs around the arm and dropping back to the mat...] RP: JUJIGATAME!! LVK: Dammit, he's just adding insult to injury now! [The fans continue to scream their protest, as HERO thrashes about on the mat in unbelievable agony.] LVK: This is completely uncalled for! RP: What, and HERO's fistdrop from the ladder to the floor was? LVK: Noone's ever denied that HERO likes to showboat with the best of them, but all this jujigatame is going to do is inflict serious damage on HERO's arm! RP: Or... MAKE HIM PASS OUT! HE'S NOT MOVING! LVK: My God, you're right! [Ripley releases the hold, climbing to his feet. Looking a bit shocked by this turn of events, he pushes at HERO with his boot, but gets no response.] LVK: HERO ISHIKAWA HAS PASSED OUT FROM THE PAIN! RP: Woohoo! [Suddenly cocky, and understandably so, Ripley showboats for the fans, making the "belt" sign around his waist as he nods confidently, before turning and looking up the belts hanging high above him.] LVK: Surely it's now just a matter of climbing up there and getting the belts, because HERO Ishikawa looks in on condition to stop him. [And so Ripley begins to slowly climb... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway...] LVK: WAIT! HERO is coming around! [HUGE ENCOURAGEMENT POP!] RP: It's too late! HAHA! [Ripley reaches the two-thirds point, and stops as a chant breaks out...] *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* LVK: Come on HERO, look up! [Staggering to his feet, HERO is clearly disoriented, but after staggering over to the ropes, he does look up, and locks eyes with Ripley.] RP: Forget about him, Rip, keep climbing! *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!* LVK: The chant is deafening, and HERO Ishikawa has suddenly sprung into action! He's climbing up the other side of the ladder! RP: Alex has got too much of a lead. Go get the belts dammit! [Ripley snaps out of it, and does begin climbing higher, but HERO is climbing twice as fast on the other side. The fans roaring with encouragement, the two combatants reach the top of the ladder at the same time!] LVK: OH BOY!! THEY'RE BOTH AT THE TOP! RP: I can't watch! *SMACK!* LVK: OH! Forearm shot by Ripley... [The blow sends HERO teetering back, just one hand grasping the ladder as he hangs out over open space. HUGE PANIC POP!] RP: FALL DAMMIT! FALL! [But somehow he manages to hold on, as Ripley reaches skywards towards the belts...] [...grabbing hold of one of them! But suddenly HERO pulls himself back in to the ladder, and reaches up himself, grabbing another of the belts!] LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! THEY'VE BOTH GOT HOLD OF A BELT, AND... RP: OH CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!! *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!!* [That was the sound of a ladder toppling over and smacking against the canvas. Where were the thuds of two bodies also hitting mat? There were none, because high above the ring, two figures dangle in mid-air, both held up by the title belt each holds, and the metal ring through which said belts are hanging.] [THUNDEROUS POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! THE LADDER FELL, AND THEY'RE BOTH HANGING THERE, HANGING ONTO A TITLE BELT EACH FOR DEAR LIFE!! [And then....] *ptink!* *ptink!* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *THUUUUUU-THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [MEGA-DEAFENING POP!!] RP: ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! LVK: THEY BOTH FELL!! MY GOD, THEY BOTH FELL!!! RP: ALEX HAS A BELT!! LVK: SO DOES HERO!! BUT WHERE- [The camera pans up, to show, high above the ring, the metal loop through which all three belts were hanging moments ago. Now... there's one. MASSIVE POP!] LVK: THE THIRD BELT IS STILL HANGING THERE!! RP: Well I'll be damned. LVK: Ishikawa and Ripley both took down a belt each, but the third one is still up there, so I guess whoever can retrieve it will win the match! RP: Yeah, but have either of them got _anything_ left? LVK: I guess so, because... THEY'RE BOTH GETTING UP!! [Similarly swaying on their feet, both looking on the verge of passing out, the two warriors get up. The only difference between them is that HERO has left the belt he brought down, lying on the mat. Ripley has hold of his [the G-Pro Super-Middleweight belt for those keeping count], and he is quick to use it...] *SCHMAAAAAACCCCCCKKK!!* [GIGANTIC PROTEST POP!!] LVK: GOOD GOD, RIPLEY DECKED ISHIKAWA WITH THAT TITLE BELT!! RP: And now he's gonna go get the last one! [Throwing down the title belt, Ripley grabs hold of the ladder, and stands it back up. He then steadies himself, and starts to climb...] LVK: Up he goes again! [And so Ripley begins to slowly climb for the umpteenth time... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway...] LVK: HERO'S UP!! [The fans come to life, as HERO climbs up underneath Ripley, before reaching up and driving his forearm to a place where... well, it's gonna hurt...] *OOOPPPHHH!!* [MEGA FACE POP!!] RP: HEY! HE CAN'T DO THAT!! LVK: After Alex Ripley just rammed a title belt into his head? Yes he sure as hell can! That low blow has stopped Ripley's upwards progress in a _big_ hurry! [HERO climbs a step higher, then pulls Ripley down onto his shoulders, into a torture rack position. He steadies, balancing precariously, and then leaps away from the ladder...] RP: OH CRAP! *flashbulb* [...swinging Ripley off his shoulders as he falls into a sitout position, dropping him into a powerbomb...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [FINISHING MOVE POP!!] LVK: HEROHACKER BOMB!! BY GOD HE NAILED THE HEROHACKER BOMB OFF THE LADDER!!!! [Pushing Ripley away, HERO climbs to his feet, the fans roaring for him to climb the ladder and get what he's been waiting months to possess. But instead he drags Ripley by the arm into a better position on the mat, and then thrusts his right fist into the air, fighting through a slight grimace... MEGA ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: We all know what's coming now! [He looks to the left, then snaps his head to the right, the crowd's enthusiasm kicking up a notch with every second that goes by. Then he turns and runs towards the ropes, rebounding and sprinting back, over Ripley's body. He rebounds again, running and suddenly stopping just inches from his fallen foe, his fist cocked, and then toppling forward...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [On impact, the fans react with a huge collective "BOOM", then break into a huge ovation!] LVK: OH YEAH!! DA PEOPLE'S FISTDROP!!! [Kipping back up to his feet, HERO grabs the ladder, sets it up, and begins to climb... ...a third of the way... ...up to halfway... ...and two-thirds... ...to the top, where he reaches skyward... ...his fingers inches from grasping the last belt... ....AND TAKING HOLD OF IT!!] [MEGA-THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!!] *DING DING DING!!* LVK: YES! YES! YES!! HERO ISHIKAWA HAS FINALLY DONE IT!! HE HAS FINALLY BEATEN ALEX RIPLEY AND BECOME THE SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPION!! [The belt over his shoulder, HERO quickly descends, and is handed the other two belts by the referee. As fireworks go off above the ring, he clutches the three shiny gold belts in front of him, a huge grin breaking out over his bloodied and beaten, but ecstatic, face. Bonnie Tyler's "Holding out for a HERO (RCW remix!) begins to play.] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and _NEW_ SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPION... HERO ISHIKAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [And again the fans go absolutely nuts, as HERO stands in the centre of the ring, clutching at the trio of belts, a look of pure elation and relief on his face.] LVK: What a story of pure heart... of overcoming incredible adversity! From the first moment he stepped foot in RCW, HERO Ishikawa has made it his unwavering aim to win the Super J-Crown. He's come close on several occasions, been hampered by a broken hand, and some thought he was destined to never hold the title of champion. Well, tonight he has showed the world that he _is_ undoubtedly the best junior-heavyweight wrestler in the world! [HERO climbs a corner, a belt over each shoulder, and the third thrust into the air as the fans continue to show their appreciation.] LVK: This is a special moment indeed for this young man. We need to take a commercial break, but don't go anywhere fans, because there's still much more to come, including the end of a wrestling career! [The camera opens up to a shot inside Luke Kinsey's dressing room. Kinsey's seated on a bench, brooding to himself. Completely submerged deep in his own thoughts, Kinsey doesn't notice the knocking on the door...] *Knock Knock* [...but he sure as hell hears this...] "Hey Luke." [Kinsey's head shoots up towards the voice, where we see...] JV: I thought that maybe we should talk. [...Juan Vasquez. RCW world champion.] LK: Yeah? [Juan nods.] LK: So, let's talk. [Juan takes a seat on the bench next to Luke. For a man who wanted to talk, he's not saying much. The two stare at the ground, before Juan breaks the silence.] JV: You know, I had this big speech planned to give you, but... [He chuckles.] JV: Everyone and their mother's already come and given you the motivational speeches...am I right? LK: I've had a few. JV: Well, so much for that. [Juan places both hands behind his neck and leans back against the locker.] JV: I could tell you the same thing everyone else probably has, but I'm pretty sure you're sick of people tellin' you to reach deep down inside, give it your all, remember the Alamo and all that s[bleep]. [...] JV: Thing is, I ain't really worried 'bout what's gonna' happen out there. [Juan taps a finger to his temple] JV: I'm more worried about what's goin' on up here. [Luke is silent.] JV: You said he won. You said...HE WON. [Juan shakes his head.] JV: That ain't the Luke I know. Those are the words of a broken man. [Kinsey continues to stare at the ground, betraying no emotion.] JV: So you're gonna' reach deep down into that dark place in your heart, given more than you've ever before, Luke...end that stupid son of bitch's career, make him feel every last bit of pain that you've felt these past couple o' months and avenge your brother... [There's a slight pause. Juan winces, because he knows this feeling all too well.] JV: ...and all you'll be left with is hate and rage. [Juan is silent, Luke is silent...the two just sorta let the words hang in the air.] JV: But I just wanted you to know, no matter what, I'll be there for you. I haven't been much of a friend in the past, but...I'll be there when it counts. [Juan gets up, patting Luke on the back.] JV: If I have to drag your ass kickin' and screamin' from the darkness and back to the light, then so be it. Just remember that no matter what you're goin' through...you're not alone. [He begins to walk towards the doorway.] JV: But for now... [He turns to Luke with a smirk.] JV: ...just kick that f[bleep]er's ass. [At that, Kinsey looks up at his partner in crime and returns the smirk.] LK: That's the plan, bro. That's my plan. [Pounding the outstretched fist of Vasquez, Kinsey leans back into his locker, awaiting the next visitor...] [Fade to commercials.] [Fade back in to backstage.] [The belts in a pile beside him, HERO looks nothing but exhausted. Sweat pours over his body as he bends forward, rubbing the back of his neck. Grimacing he stands up, rolling his shoulders and neck. He turns... ...and is startled as John Knight stands in the door way.] JK: Well done, Hiroshi, very well done indeed. [Knight claps.] JK: I have to say that was most impressive. One hell of a performance out there, but I can't say I am surprised. [HERO looks on suspiciously.] JK: But enough of the pleasantries. [He steals a glance at the titles.] JK: You look good in gold, Hiroshi and I think I know a way you can keep them for a long time to come. No pressure right now though. We'll talk business later. [And with that he quickly reaches into his jacket pocket, placing a business card on the bench. HERO watches him intently, eyes not leaving him for an iota of a second.] JK: Again, very well done. Very well done indeed. [Knight smiles and as quickly leaves, leaving HERO standing there in suspicion.] [Fade back to Larry and Rick.] LVK: Welcome back to Total Impact: Do or Die. RP: What was that all about? I thought we'd seen the last of John Knight. LVK: Well, apparently not. Regardless though, we witnessed a great, great match, and the crowning of a new Super J-Crown champion in HERO Ishikawa. We've seen some incredible matches already tonight, and there's still more to come, including the main event that everyone's been waiting for. RP: I never wrestled a match where my career was on the line - my damn knee made sure I was out of the game well before that - but I can imagine what it's like for Kinsey and Courtade right now. Sitting backstage, waiting with all sorts of things going through your brain, thinking about a future neither of them wants to face. LVK: Well Rick, you don't have to imagine it, because we've got a camera backstage with one of the two combatants right now. Take a look... [The camera fades to the back of the arena, in the locker room of Chris Courtade. He stands, his back to the camera, his hands repeatedly sliding up to his face. His head is shaven clean, the back of his head glistens with sweat. He wears what he always has, possibly for the very last time, faded blue jeans, ripped, worn, bloody...legendary. His worn down "work boots" have made way for a pair of Ostrich cowboy boots, worn many times by Courtade, but only when despiration filled his mind. His back is covered by a black T-shirt, unrecognizable to the camera. As his hands slowly come down, his deep voiced, interlaced with a Southern drawl, is finally heard.] CC: I've spent all of my life avoiding this moment...these moments... [Courtade nods his head slowly, as if re-assuring himself.] CC: I've fought the legends of this business, laid them to rest at my feet, and I'm still able to stand here and tell the story... [Courtade nods, yet again, as if to re-assure himself.] CC: Retired so many people, damn near killed a few, that I lost track. Broken spirits, crushed dreams, ripped apart families...that's what's made me the man I am today. That's what made me the Legend Killer, the Texas Bad Ass...and everything else. I'm Chris F[BLEEP!]in' Courtade, I've been a world champion from coast to coast. I've headlined the biggest events in the history of this business... [He continues to nod.] CC: And tonight...it could all be...over? [Courtade slowly lowers his head, shaking it a few times. He lowers his hands, for the first time, and takes a noticeable deep breath.] CC: All of this...done? The hell with that...I've done too much, and been around here way too long. God damn't, I'm the one that buries people. I'm the one that looks a man in his eyes, and senses the fear inside of his chest. Not him, not that god damn kid...he can't take this away from me... He _won't_. [Courtade nods his head slowly, raising it back up, his hands follow, back into action.] CC: Luke Kinsey...Luke's a dime a dozen hot head that thinks because I've ripped something important away from him, he can just toss me aside. F[BLEEP!]in' punk kid, no more no less. Hell, look at him now...he can't even remove himself from Vasquez's shadow...and I damn near killed the "champ" a year ago. He's never amounted to a _god_ damn thing...and now he wants to take my reason for living away from me? Stupid f[BLEEP!]in' kid... He ain't got the sack to take this from me, never has...never will..._damn_ sure not tonight. [Courtade continues to move his hands towards his face, his back turned.] CC: People wondered why I agreed to this; it's not like the others. He didn't take a title from me. He didn't ruin my family. He didn't try to kill me inside of some cage. He didn't do...anything. Until...until he put my soul on the line. Until he gave me the chance to take his. Ya see when he did that...when Luke did that...he gave me a reason for the first time. Before, this was just a game to me...some way for my sick mind to amuse itself. A f[BLEEP!]in' way for me to pass time from one moment in my life to another. I'd ran everyone away from me...I'd taken every award my mantle could hold...I'd nearly drank myself into a coma...he gave me... A purpose. Now...now the snot nosed piss ant allowed me to find that space inside of me...the one Grem mentioned to 'em...the place where you go when your darkest fears turn into reality...the place where a man goes when there's no point of return in sight...where I've been before. It's the place they've told him about...the place where all the good he's ever done no longer exists...the place where only fear exists. [Courtade pauses, his hands stopping.] CC: Home. [Courtade slowly continues, his hands still slowly gliding across his face.] CC: Fear...it's what drives a man to that place. Fear of the unknown, fear of failure...fear of not fulfilling your destiny. Fear Luke, I've got it right now...I've got that very emotion right now, and I'm sure you do too. It's what drives a man to where we are tonight Luke. To this path...to the path we'll cross tonight. [Courtade finally rests his hands, and begins to walk towards the mirror to the camera's left. The camera follows him up, as he deliberately makes his way over. Finally, as he does...it all becomes clear.] CC: You're life will never be the same after this Luke...you'll never sleep at ease...you'll never forget this night. Your body will tell the story for you, your soul will remind of it when you attempt to erase it from your memory. But...but I'm done teaching you Luke...I'm done attempting to make you see what you couldn't before. Now...now I'm just going to beat the livin' s[BLEEP!] out of you. Now I'm going to end you...and your pathetic little feel good story. [Courtade pauses.] CC: Tonight...tonight _I_ _f[BLEEP!]in'_ _end_..._you_. [Courtade stops, the camera focusing on his eyes. His chin quivers with anger, his eyes expand slowly. He rubs his hands over his head...and the camera begins to fade...with the chilling image only seen once before...of Chris Courtade...and the face paint. The war paint.] [Fade.] [Reopen on Larry and Rick, both looking over-awed by what they just saw.] RP: Oh man. LVK: What an absolutely chilling sight. Chris Courtade, his face daubed in warpaint, ready to fight what might very well be the last match of his colossal career. RP: Did you see the look in his eyes? Man, Luke Kinsey better be more ready than he's ever been, because Courtade sure as hell is. [The camera switches to David Stokes in the ring.] DS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a trios match! [The lights go out, and "Imperial March" by John Williams begins to play...] V/O: W...M...I. [As each letter is intoned by the deep voice, that letter appears on the canvas, projected by a laser light above the ring. The lights dim down such that there are only two sources of illumination in the arena: the laser in the ring, and two halogen spotlights positioned behind the entrance curtain, shining into a cloud of white smoke billowing from the entranceway.] [HUGE HEEL POP! Out walk the three members of Widow Makers Incorporated. Extreme wears his long black hooded leather duster, which looks almost like a boxing robe. The duster has purple trim and "Mr. Excitement" written on the back. Under this he wears black long spandex pants with purple trim and "Extreme" written on the left pant leg. Stylized black Ray Ban wafer shades, also with purple trim, and black-and-purple boots complete his ensemble. For his part, Colby wears much simpler attire... a black two-strap singlet with full-length wrestling trunks. Down his right leg, the word "WIDOW" is printed in bold red, and "MAKER" appears in a similar style down his left leg. His boots are plain black, and he wears a pair of dark shades. Martinez wears a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, faded blue jeans and black leather boots.] DS: Introducing first, at a combined weight of EIGHT HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS... "MR. EXCITEMENT" ALEX EXTREME... MAGNUS COLBY... aaaaaaaand "THE LAST AMERICAN BADASS" ALEX MARTINEZ! THEY... ARE... W I D O W M A K E R S I N C O R P O R A T E D ! ! ! [The imposing trio climb into the ring, ignoring the fans as they await the arrival of their opponents.] [The lights suddenly go out.] Voice: "Same s[bleep], different toilet, yo'." [MONSTER FACE POP!] "Mirror, mirror, on the wall...who's the top choice of them all?" ["Conceited Bastard" by Ras Kass begins to play as a lone spotlight suddenly hits the curtains. However, it starts to grow in size, as three figures step out into its glare. The World champion, Juan Vasquez, is dressed in a Bruce Lee-type yellow and black Adidas tracksuit, with his hands heavily taped, and strapped around his waist is his prize, his treasure, his very world...the RCW world title. Rick Marley has his long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and wears a midnight blue set of long legged trunks with the word "Showtime" stitched across the butt. White spotlights trail up from his black boots and cascade up the pant legs. Holliday saunters behind, clad in his black "DOC HOLLIDAY: WORLDBEATER" T-Shirt and black-and-gold full length trunks (featuring gold stencil-outlines of various gambling and Old West paraphenalia).] DS: And their opponents, at a combined weight of six hundred and eighty seven pounds... ...the current and reigning World Heavyweight champion..... "EL CHOLO" JUAN VASQUEZ! ...and his partners... DOC HOLLIDAY AND "SHOWTIME" RICK MARLEY!! [The three walk slowly to midway down the aisle, then stop and look at each other, nod, and then sprint for the ring! FACE POP!] __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Trios match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ Juan Vasquez, Doc Holliday and Rick Marley Written by \ vs Andy \ Alex Extreme, Magnus Colby and Alex Martinez \_______________________________________________________________ *DING DING!* [BRAWLING POP!] LVK: No one's wasting any time tonight! A big brawl to start off, with Doc and Colby in one corner, Marley and Extreme on the outside and the World champion trading rights with the Last American Badass in the center of the ring! RP: Vasquez's losing his friggin' mind. He may be the champ, but he can't go fist for fist with Alex Martinez! LVK: Extreme in the northwest corner is throttling "Showtime" Rick Marley, a right hand to the breadbasket and now an elbow to the chops. Holliday- OH! [STIFF POP!] LVK: A forearm by the Doc snaps back the head of Magnus Colby! Martinez now, whip- reversed- "CRAAAAAAAACK!" RP: And he pulls the champion into a nasty back elbow! [The Badass places one hand around the throat of Vasquez and another in the midsection, lifting him up in a military press... and dropping him into a gutbuster! To the right of Martinez, Colby blocks a right hand and returns fire on Holliday, as Marley lays in some open handed chops to the chest of Extreme!] LVK: It's anarchy all over the ring, as Alex Martinez... "WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!" LVK: One handed slam by the Badass! Even the venomously anti- WMI crowd has to appreciate that show of strength! RP: DOC! [POP!] LVK: Holliday gets away from Colby and strikes with a dropkick that throws Martinez out of the ring! [The wily Matthew L. "Doc" Holliday grins for a moment, raising his hands to the crowd and letting his guard down as Colby stalks after him...] LVK: Overhead belly to belly by Colby! Good God! RP: Doc flew half way across the ring. [And now it is Colby who does not see Rick Marley headbutt his way out of the corner, then spring to the top rope and fly at the Original Widowmaker, snapping off a twisting hurricanrana to a BIG HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: Marley with the high risk and he's going to work on Magnus Colby, laying in rifle like right hands to the face as now Alex Extreme comes out of the corner... oh, lunging forearm knocks Marley off of Colby! [As Marley gets to his feet, the former National champion sprints to the corner and jumps to the top rope, pushing off and spinning around to hit Marley flush in the face with a shin kick!] LVK: Triangle kick by Extreme and that knocks Marley out of the ring! It's been one high impact move after another- RP: SPEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!] LVK: VASQUEZ! THE WORLD CHAMPION SPEARED EXTREME OUT OF HIS BOOTS! RIGHT HANDS, RIGHT HANDS, JUAN VASQUEZ IS KICKING SOME ASS HERE IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA! [Or, was. That was before Alex Martinez came back in the ring and pulled Vasquez off of Extreme. Now the Badass whips the champion to the ropes- "SLAAAAAAAAAP!"] LVK: Choke hold! Martinez has Vasquez around the throat, set to go for a ride! Lift- Vasquez with a boot to the face, now another- and Martinez drops him! RP: Damn you Vasquez and your magic boots! LVK: To the ropes now, Vasquez leaps... big clothesline, and that staggers the big man! Vasquez off the near rope and jumps- big shoulderblock! RP: "El Cholo"'s stupid if he thinks he's gonna knock down Martinez with a damn shoulderblock. LVK: Another shoulderblock, but Martinez goes nowhere! [Seeing this, Juan reaches out and quickly dabs at the chest of the Badass, executing the heart exploding technique he used somewhat unsuccessfully on the Gremlin at the now legendary Caged Rage 3, as seen in Kill Bill. Martinez responds with a glare that is half amusement and half disgust, and then takes three steps forward. Vasquez, his attempt at death by patty-cake thwarted once again, responds in kind... by raking the eyes! POP!] RP: HEY! LVK: That oughta do it, as now Juan signals to Marley and ducks down behind the giant Badass. Marley off the top rope with a cross body blo- CAUGHT BY MARTINEZ! [Instead of tripping over the crouching Vasquez, Martinez keeps his balance, turns around and lawndarts Marley at the rising Vasquez, bowling them both over. As they arise, Martinez wraps his hands around the throats of the infidels and goes to slam them...] LVK: Doc Holliday from behind- Martinez with a big boot! That knocks Doc on his ass! LIFT! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!" "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!" LVK: Double chokeslam by the dominating Last American Badass! He has been absolutely overwhelming so far in this match, as he leisurely strolls to the WMI corner and tags in Alex Extreme. RP: How stupid does Vasquez feel now? He could be chilling out with the homies, fixing his El Dorado, stealing hubcaps and slurping down some burritos but he had to stick his nose into the Widowmaker's business. And now he'll have to eat the enchilaladas through a straw. LVK: Extreme brings Marley to his feet and sends him for the ride... sharp back elbow knocks "Showtime" to the mat. Up again, again for the ride... ohh, nice spinning leg lariat by Mr. Excitement, as he now tags in Magnus Colby. RP: Nice teamwork by the Widowmakers, making quick tags in and out. These guys are familiar with one another, and it shows. [Colby wastes no time, cinching Marley in a gutwrench... lifting up and splattering him on the mat with a powerbomb. Colby then crawls out of the way as Alex Extreme comes vaulting in the ring with a slingshot legdrop. James Hunnicutt barks at Extreme as he exits the ring, and Colby falls into a cover.] LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT! Rick Marley gets his shoulder up! [Pop!] LVK: Colby brings Marley to his feet, and now Magnus bounces off the ropes... "THWAAAAAAAAAACK!" RP: Lunging lariat by Colby! LVK: That about decapitated Rick Marley, and the Widowmakers are in total control. Up now to a vertical base, Colby _whips_ Marley to the corner... [Where he is caught by Alex Martinez, who palms the head of Marley and headbutts him. Rick goes staggering back, into the clutches of Colby, who lifts him up for a backdrop suplex... but Marley goes with it and flips out of it! BIG POP!] LVK: Marley gets out of the suplex! Back heel trip puts Colby on his back and now Marley- [ATHLETIC POP!] LVK: Standing moonsault! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT! [Heel pop!] LVK: Marley on his back for a moment, now to his knees... "SLAAP!" [BIG POP!] LVK: Here comes the World Champion! Juan Vasquez is in the match and he charges at Colby... who side steps the champ and grabs his arm. Colby with the wristlock now, dragging Vasquez away from his corner. RP: Nice work by Colby, getting Vasquez out of his corner. Colby winds underneath, and now with a forearm to the shoulder. LVK: Colby again winds the wristlock in, and one more time- flipping Juan onto his back. [Juan quickly kips up to his feet and cartwheels to the left, grabbing Colby's arm and reversing the wristlock. Magnus reaches with his feet and scissors the ankle of Vasquez with a drop toe hold, making Juan release the wristlock.] LVK: Colby now turns inward, grabbing Vasquez around the waist and riding him, amateur style. Vasquez sits up and grabs the head, twists under and reverses to a grounded waistlock of his own! RP: Good Lord, how quick is Juan Vasquez? LVK: Some applause by the fans for the show of mat wrestling, as now Vasquez rides Colby on the mat. Colby lunges for the ropes though, and forces Juan Vasquez to release the hold. RP: Colby's a a ring general, no doubt. He knows where he is at all times and will always use his surroundings to his advantage. LVK: Both men back up now, into a collar and elbow tieup, Vasquez grabs the side headlock. He clamps down on the headlock as now Colby lifts him up- Vasquez kicks off the turnbuckle, and falls into a side headlock takeover! [POP!] LVK: These two men fighting over that headlock as now Juan rolls off and to his feet. Colby up and he rushes at Vasquez- into a hiptoss! Back up, hiptoss by Juan, no, Colby locks and spins underneath. Magnus now with a heel trip, into a grounded front facelock. RP: Technically sound by Colby, who leans in on that front facelock, putting all his weight on the back of Vasquez. LVK: It's good to see these two men who are at the top of their craft, going back to amateur wrestling on a stage like this. RP: It says wrestling on the marquee, let's not forget that. God knows I love tables and chairs, but professional wrestling will always be about matwork. [As Colby clamps down on the hold, he reaches back with his feet and props them on the bottom rope, increasing the leverage. James Hunnicutt doesn't see it, but the crowd does and screams it's disapproval.] LVK: Colby with those feet on those ropes, come on ref, open your eyes! RP: What, what? I don't see anything! LVK: Monitor go out? RP: How'd you know? LVK: Finally James Hunnicutt takes a look at Colby, but Magnus is too smart for that and has his feet down. [As soon as Hunnicutt goes back to checking on Vasquez, Colby puts his feet right back on the ropes. HEEL POP! This time Doc Holliday starts shouting at Hunnicutt, who turns around to find an innocent Colby wrenching in the front facelock.] LVK: God _damnit_ Hunnicutt, open your eyes! Colby's got his feet on the ropes- AND NOW DOC HOLLIDAY COMES IN AND KICKS COLBY'S FEET OFF THE ROPES! [BIG POP! However, Hunnicutt turns around to force Doc out of the ring, letting Alex Squared hop in the ring and put the boots to Vasquez, then exit just as Hunnicutt turns around.] RP: I didn't see anything! LVK: I... didn't ask. RP: ... LVK: Colby switches to a seated side headlock now, but Vasquez gets to his feet. Elbow to the gut, and another, now Colby goes to the corner and tags in Extreme. Colby sends Juan to the ropes... drop toe hold. RP: Extreme off the adjacent ropes... jumping knee to the head. LVK: Mr. Excitement brings Vasquez to his feet, now into a side headlock takeover. Alex really wrenching it in, now Vasquez turns onto his back with a cradle... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! Extreme rolls backs to a sitting position. Juan rolls back over! ONE!!!!!!!!!! Extreme back to a sitting position again, and now Vasquez headscissors out! RP: Nice. LVK: Both men to a vertical base now, Extreme charges... _deeeep_ armdrag by the World's Champion. Vasquez back to his feet and off the ropes- Martinez kicks him in the back as he bounces off the ropes! [Juan turns around to take a swipe at the Last American Badass, and is blind-sided by Alex Extreme, who clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor and then turns around to have a nice conversation with James Hunnicutt. As Extreme turns the referee around, Colby and Martinez go to town on the outside.] RP: Colby rams Vasquez backfirst into the ring apron and now Martinez... repeated blows to the neck and back. Now Martinez, into a military press... throws Vasquez back into the ring. LVK: Extreme brings the champion to his feet and strikes with a headbutt to the neck, and now an elbow. Front chancery... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: Snap suplex by Alex Extreme, nicely done. Mr. Excitement goes to the outside and shines to the top, on his favorite perch... double axehandle right between the eyes! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY VASQUEZ! [POP!] LVK: Nearfall by Alex Extreme, who brings Vasquez to his feet by the hair... and tags in the Last American Badass. RP: Great strategy by the Widowmakers. They've got Vasquez trapped in their corner, isolated from his side of the ring and are making quick tags in and out of the ring. LVK: Juan Vasquez has just taken a beating the past few minutes and is having trouble getting to his feet. Vasquez, now, dragging himself to his feet with the ropes... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: Only to get flattened by a rampaging Martinez clothesline! Alex Martinez now pulling Vasquez to his feet, sending him for the ride... hook lariat by the big man! RP: You know, we're here watching Juan Vasquez, our world champion, get thrown around like a ragdoll by Alex Martinez, and you've gotta think that Magnus Colby and Alex Extreme are doing RCW a favor. These two guys are the ones who keep Martinez under wraps, because by being affiliated with WMI he's focused himself on their enemies and their enemies alone. LVK: What exactly are you trying to say? RP: Alex Martinez steamrolls over those in WMI's way. But if he were on his own, he'd be steamrolling over everyone. Period. LVK: Definitely something to think about, as the aforementioned Martinez brings Vasquez to his feet in a double underhook and lifts him up... keeping the World champion upside down, perfectly vertical! "THUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: And now he releases with a delayed butterfly suplex. RP: The champ's in a world of hurt right now, Larry. He's been in there for a good six or seven minutes and is just taking a first class ass kicking. And with the way WMI is wrestling this match, it's just gonna get worse. He's got to make a tag, and do it soon. [Martinez drags the hurting champion to his feet and sends him for the ride, but on the way back Juan slides through the legs of the Last American Badass and pops to his feet, striking out with a dropkick to the knee that puts Martinez on the mat! HUGE POP!] LVK: That's the opportunity Vasquez is looking for! He put the big man on the mat, and has a chance to make the tag! Alex Martinez getting to one knee as Vasquez crawls over to his corner, can he get there... can he get there? [Both Doc and Marley start to stomp their feet on the mat and clap their hands as their tag team partner crawls on his hands and knees...] RP: No! Martinez yanks on his leg and brings Juan back to the center of the ring! [DISAPPOINTMENT POP!] "SLAAAP!" LVK: Here comes Alex Extreme, diving atop Vasquez with a forearm! Rapid right hands by the RCW original, lifting Vasquez to his feet and throwing him into the corner! RP: Here we go now, picking the pace up. Extreme with rights and lefts, taking it to the World champion! LVK: A vicious forearm shiver to the cheek and Extreme whips Vasquez to the farside. Vasquez- TO THE TOP ROPE AND BACKFLIPS OFF! He jumped right over a charging Extreme and landed on his feet! Extreme charges with a clothesline... crucifix by the champion! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-KICKOUT BY EXTREME! [Heel pop!] LVK: Back up, Extreme swings- Vasquez ducks behind! Waistlock, German, no- Extreme reverses! Now he tries for a German, Vasquez blocks and grapevines the leg- AND HE ROLLS THROUGH THE LEGS INTO A ROLLING REVERSE CRADLE! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT! "SLAAAAAAAAAP!" [MAMMOTH POP!] LVK: EXTREME KICKED VASQUEZ INTO HIS OWN CORNER! HERE COMES MARLEY! [Marley springboards to the top rope and leaps off, clobbering a rising Alex Extreme with a flying clothesline. Magnus Colby is next in and gets greeted with an enziguiri that knocks him for a loop! Martinez steps in the ring and "Showtime" clips the knee as Doc and Vasquez enter the ring.] LVK: All three WidowMakers go for a ride, and bounce back- [OLD SCHOOL POP!] LVK: Triple dropkick by the team of Holliday, Marley and the World champion! WMI get back to their feet, with Colby on one set of ropes and Extreme on the other... Juan and the Doc take off... stereo Cactus clotheslines send all four men to the floor, leaving just Marley and Martinez in the ring. RP: Uh oh, here we go. Marley's dead. LVK: Marley's perched on the second rope as Martinez turns around... bulldog by Marley! That's the way to deal with Martinez, keep him on his back. RP: Good way to deal with your girlfriend too. LVK: Point taken. Marley now with a front facelock as he brings Martinez to his feet and backs into the corner... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!" LVK: Tornado DDT! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- KICKOUT BY MARTINEZ! [HEEL POP!] LVK: Marley is still on the offense now as he bounces off the ropes... swinging neckbreaker! He planted the big man with that, and now tags in Doc Holliday! [BIG POP as the Doc enters the ring for the first time this match. Cracking his knuckles, Doc winds up and plasters Martinez with a soccer kick to the ribs, and does so again. Another kick sends the Badass crawling on his knees to the ropes, and a fourth drapes him chestfirst over the middle strand. Seeing this, Doc grasps the top rope and slingshots himself over the ropes, turning 90 degrees to his left in mid-air and dropping a leg over the head of Martinez! HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: A great, athletic move by the Doc and now Juan Vasquez comes in, propping Martinez on the top rope and pulling his legs out, so he's parallel to the mat. RP: Come on ref, this is cheating! This is bogus on so many levels! LVK: Doc off the far ropes and leapfrogs over Vasquez... crashing down on the ribs and kidneys of Martinez with all his weight! Great teamwork from Doc and Vasquez! RP: It's a bunch of malarkey as far as I'm concerned. LVK: Doc brings Martinez to his feet... jawbreaker! You've got to hand it to Doc Holliday, he's a guy who knows how to handle Widowmakers, Inc. RP: Well of course he does. He and that rat Marley stole the WMI name from Colby back in 2000, and damn near put Colby out on the street! LVK: I... wouldn't know, I wasn't watching UEW back in 2000. I worked nights Sundays and Mondays. RP: Oh. Didn't own a VCR or anything? LVK: Well, Sundays I taped the Simpsons and Mondays I taped Everybody Loves Raymond. RP: You are such a fag. [Holliday hits with a forearm to the back of Martinez and then locks on an inverted facelock, looking for the Blackjack. However, Martinez knows what's coming and twists underneath, then hurls Doc into the WMI corner. Doc hits chest first and bounces back out, into a rear waistlock... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!"] LVK: Seven foot German suplex by Martinez, and now he covers! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY DOC! [POP!] LVK: Back up, Martinez wit the whip... powerslam, and Martinez hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT AGAIN BY DOC! [POP!] LVK: Martinez now tags in Alex Extreme, who goes to the top rope. Martinez brings Doc to his feet and lifts... into a side backbreaker! RP: EXTREME! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [HEEL POP!] LVK: Extreme with that legdrop off the top rope! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- KICKOUT AGAIN BY DOC! [POP!] LVK: Alex Extreme brings Doc Holliday, his _hated_ enemy to his feet and applies the front chancery. He lifts and hangs Doc out to dry on the top rope! [Doc dangles on the top rope and then gains his footing on the outside, as Extreme grabs him by his hair and slams him face first into the nearest turnbuckle.] LVK: Extreme now... suplexes Doc back into the ring, and tags in Magnus Colby. Colby stalking the Doc and brings him to his feet... then whips him hard into the corner! What power by Colby, and Doc can do nothing but stagger out, clutching at his back. RP: The cold and calculating Colby calmly comes across the crazy creature called Doc. LVK: Anything else for us, Dr. Seuss? RP: No. LVK: Colby again whips Holliday into the ropes, and one more time! This time Holliday crumbles to the mat, but Magnus brings him right back to his feet. Whip to the farside... hard kneelift! Cover by Magnus Colby! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY DOC HOLLIDAY! [POP!] LVK: Colby right on Doc now, picking him up and sending him for the ride- reversed by Doc! Colby off the ropes, leapfrog by Holliday. Colby off the otherside, another leap- CAUGHT BY COLBY! Colby's got Doc Holliday in a bearhug as he tags in Extreme. Alex off the far side... RP: Jumping bulldog lariat! Cover by Extreme! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- KICKOUT BY DOC! [POP!] LVK: The Doc gets his shoulder up as now Alex Extreme tags in the Last American Badass. Martinez lifts Doc to his feet, and scoops him... into a Torture rack! Human torture rack by the Last American Badass- RP: Watch Extreme again, he's on the top rope. LVK: Indeed he is and Alex Extreme... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" [HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: ALEX EXTREME OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A NECKBREAKER OUT OF MARTINEZ'S TORTURE RACK! WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE MOVE BY ALEX EXTREME! MARTINEZ DROPS THE LEG, AND NOW THE COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- DOC WITH A LAST SECOND KICKOUT! [BIG POP!] RP: One hell of a move by Alex Extreme, good God what a move! LVK: Doc Holliday is in a world of hurt right now, and is trapped deep in the WMI corner. [Holliday is on his stomach, crawling for the ropes as his partners stomp their feet on the apron, trying to get the crowd into it. And, waddyaknow... it works! The fans start to clap along as Doc gets to his feet and turns around... right into the Badass.] LVK: A gigantic head and arms suplex by Martinez! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- Doc slips the arm out! [POP! The fans continue the ovation too, clapping their hands and shouting, starting a "LET'S GO DOC!" chant that makes Martinez smirk and continue on his way.] LVK: These fans are getting behind Doc Holliday, but Alex Martinez won't let it effect him. RP: He's too smart, too much of a veteran. Let the rubes pleat, winny and moo all they want, Martinez won't let it change anything. LVK: The Badass brings a groggy, hurting Doc Holliday to his feet and now- "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" RP: Double choke, double choke! Watch this! [As if he was lifting a grocery bag, Martinez lifts Doc up with both hands and lets him hang in the air for a moment. Doc's legs flail like a cartoon as his face turns a bright red... and then Martinez sits out, driving Doc to the mat with the mother of all face busters! MEGA HEEL POP!] LVK: Oh my- oh my God, what a move! What an incredible show of power by the Last American Badass! Holliday is face down on the mat, and that's how he just might stay! RP: Are you kidding me? Hollidau's finished and Martinez isn't even breathing heavy. LVK: The Badass gets to his feet, taking his sweet time as Holliday recoups on the mat. Maybe a mistake to give him this much time to recover, don't you think Rick? RP: Normally I'd say you're right, but I think this is a special situation. Holliday's been in trouble for a while now, the Widowmakers have been smart with their tags and their ring time, letting everyone get their licks in without expending too much energy. He shouldn't let him go too long, but if Martinez wants to take his time I don't think it'll hurt him that much. LVK: Martinez now bringing Doc to his feet- RP: See! LVK: And Alex hurls Doc into the WMI corner once again, with the Doc hitting especially hard! [Seeing this, Martinez pivots and charges at the good guy corner, clotheslining both Vasquez and Marley then racing back to the middle of the ring and pointing James Hunnicutt at the incoming tandem! The ref goes to block as the Widowmakers go to work.] LVK: Extreme and Colby in, putting the boots to Doc Holliday and now- "SLAAAAAAAAAAP!" LVK: Alex Extreme claps his hands together, simulating a tag! Martinez... big elbow drop to the floored Holliday, and Extreme grabs the legs of Doc. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" RP: Great teamwork! LVK: Extreme with a catapult that hurled Holliday into a Colby lariat! Vicious work on the part of the Widowmakers, as I guess it'll be Colby who continues the onslaught. [Colby puts the boots to the former Outlaw and pulls him up by his brown hair, shoving Doc into the corner and unloading with rights and lefts. But when he takes a step back to admire his work, Colby is greeted not with boos but with stomping, clapping and... "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!"] LVK: The fans are behind Doc Holliday one hundred and ten percent! Colby can only look into the crowd in wonderment before picking Holliday up and sending him for the ride... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!" LVK: Spike spinebuster! Cover by Colby! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- HOLLIDAY SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP! "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" LVK: Doc Holliday once again gets out of the pinning predicament, as Magnus Colby brings him to his feet. Rear waistlock... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" RP: Whoa, nice German suplex by Colby, and he keeps those hands locked! Colby rolls through- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: A second German suplex, and Magnus keeps those hands lock, popping the hips and getting to his feet. Can he get a third? No, Doc grapevines the leg! Try again, no! Doc won't go! "WHAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAACK!" LVK: Heavy forearms across the back, and that oughta soften Doc up! Waistlock, no- full nelson by Colby! He's trying for the Dragon sup- DOC REVERSES! DOC SLIPS UNDER! [MAMMOTH POP!] LVK: SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP BY HOLLIDAY! DOC WITH A BIG, BIG MOVE AND THAT COULD CHANGE THE DYNAMICS OF THE MATCH! [Both men lie on their backs, Doc obviously the far more exhausted of the two. Colby takes a moment to collect himself and then brings himself to a knee, as Doc flips onto his back. As Vasquez and Marley stomp on the apron, Holliday begins to crawl to his corner. Inch by inch, bit by bit, Doc craaaaawls to his corner as Colby does a belly flop on the mat, landing just inches from his corner. Hunnicutt stands in the middle, waiting for the tag- "SLAAAAAAP!" - and acknowledges Colby tagging in Alex MMartinez, but doesn't see Holliday tag in the world champion! BIG HEEL POP!] LVK: HOLLIDAY MADE THE TAG! HOLLIDAY MADE THE TAG BUT JAMES HUNNICUTT DIDN'T SEE IT! MARTINEZ IN THE RING IN A HURRY, DRAGGING DOC TO THE MIDDLE AS HUNNICUTT HERDS VASQUEZ BACK OUTSIDE THE RING! RP: Tough break, buddy! LVK: A big knee lift by Martinez as he drops to his knees and pounds Holliday with those big right hands! Back up, Martinez sends Doc for the ride- [APPRECIATION POP!] LVK: -into a military press! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: DROPPED INTO A POWERSLAM! COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE?!?! NO, HOLLIDAY RAISES HIS ARM UP JUST ENOUGH! "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" "LET'S GO DOC!" LVK: Doc Holliday needs to make that tag, he's gotta get out of that ring! Holliday's gotta dig down and summon that one last burst of strength, c'mon Doc! C'mon Doc, move your ass! RP: The joys of an impartial play by play man! LVK: Martinez wants to end it now, he's signalling for the Firebomb. Up to a vertical base is Doc now, choke from Martinez, liiiiiiiiift- "THWAAAAACK!" [BIG POP!] LVK: Boot to the face blocks the Firebomb! Doc blocked the Firebomb, and now Martinez is good and pissed! Back up, he jettisons Holliday into the corner with one hand and rushes in- avalanche in the corner! RP: Say goodnight, Papa Doc! LVK: Big right hand by Martinez and he pulls Doc out, now with a kneelift... into a vertical headscissors! Here we go, he lifts for the powerbomb... [But Doc is ready and has one last trick up his sleeve. Martinez flips him up onto his shoulders, preparing for the powerbomb when Doc winds up and _cracks_ Martinez square in the forehead with that big left hand! GI-NORMOUS FACE POP!] LVK: DOC WITH THE LEFT HAND AND MARTINEZ FELL LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS! DOC NOW, TO HIS FEET- "SLAAAAAAAAAP!" RP: NO! LVK: YES! HERE COMES RICK MARLEY! Off the top rope and now a somersault onto a rising Alex Martinez! Extreme comes in... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [HUGE POP!] LVK: And walks right into a superkick! Now Colby with a clothesline, ducked underneath by Marley... into a neckbreaker! Rick Marley's on fire now and he tags in the World champ! [Vasquez isn't fucking around, as he jumps into the ring with a springboard dropkick that flattens Alex Extreme. Juan lands on his feet and goes right for Colby with a jumping knee strike, then takes him to town with a bevy of right hands, the last of which knocks the Original Widowmaker out of the ring!] LVK: Juan Vasquez cleaning house! He and Marley head to Martinez- double front chancery, they lift- NO! MARTINEZ LIFTS THEM UP! [But halfway up for an amazing double suplex, Vasquez and Marley shift their weight and drive Martinez head first to the mat with a double DDT!] RP: Colby's back in and he throws Vasquez outside! Right hand to Marley and he scoops him up in a fireman's carry, he swings- [POP!] LVK: Reversed, somehow, into an armdrag by Rick Marley! Incredible counter by "Showtime"! Colby up, walks into a boot... Rocker Dropper by Marley! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!" [DEAFENING "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM?!?!" POP!] LVK: ALEX EXTREME WITH THE EXTREME TO BREAK UP THE PIN! JESUS, I THINK HE GOT MORE OF COLBY THAN HE GOT MARLEY! [Noticing the confusion, Alex Martinez heads back into the ring and picks Marley up, setting him on his shoulders as Extreme heads back to the top...] RP: Oh my God, what have we got here... [DEAFENING HEEL POP!] LVK: DOOMSDAY DEVICE FROM ALEX SQUARED! EXTREME WITH THE PIN! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- VASQUEZ BREAKS UP THE PIN! THE WORLD CHAMP WITH A DIVING DOUBLE AXEHANDLE AND THAT BREAKS IT UP! [KEEP 'EM POPPIN'!] RP: Alex Extreme's goin' nuts! Back up, he's pounding the balls out of Vasquez as Martinez- "SLAAAAAAAAAP!" LVK: CHOKEHOLD! CHOKEHOLD! [As Martinez preps for the Fireboooomb, Extreme rocks the World Champ with a forearm and whips him to the far side, just as the Badass lifts for what is sure to be the killshot on Marley-] RP: SPEEEAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! [COLOSSAL POP!] LVK: THE WORLD CHAMP SPEARS THE LAST AMERICAN BADASS OUT OF THE RING! RP: Damn the luck! LVK: Colby's back in as Marley comes to his senses... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: SUPERKICK BY MARLEY! COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- COLBY WITH THE KICKOUT! [HUGE HEEL POP!] LVK: Close, so close for Rick Marley! Marley's back up and Extreme's back in, whip to the farside- powerslam! RP: R-O-L-A-I-D-S spells relief Van Keel, this is giving me heartburn! [For the billionth time in this match, Alex Extreme goes to the top rope but this time is caught be a re-appearing Doc Holliday. The Doc heads to the top rope and lays in the right hands and then scores with the headbutt, incapacitating Extreme long enough to grab the front chancery... and plunge to the mat! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!!"] LVK: SUPERPLEX BY HOLLIDAY BUT COLBY POPS UP AND COVERS DOC, HOOKING THE LEG! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- DOC KICKS OUT AT TWO AND NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE ONE THOUSANDTHS! [DEAFENING FACE POP!] RP: Colby's up- MARLEY! ["Showtime" vaults off the second rope as if for an Asai moonsault but clearly overshoots Colby, flipping behind him and grabbing his head on the way down! GIGANTIC HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: ASAI INVERTED DDT! COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING!!* [HUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: WOW! What an amazing move by Rick Marley, and with that he scores the win for his team! RP: Bah... gah... he wasn't the legal man! LVK: Are you kidding me? This match was nothing but mayhem, so there was no way of keeping track of something like that. All six men gave it their all, but it was Rick Marley pinning Magnus Colby, and boy must that be sweet for "Showtime"! [Doc's back to his feet and grinning like crazy as he and Marley have their arms raised by the ref, Vasquez climbing in to join them in victory.] DS: Here are your winners... the team of... DOC HOLLIDAY, RICK MARLEY AND JUAN VASQUUUUUEEEZZZ!! [Another big pop goes up for the announcement. In the aisle, WMI are regrouping, and looking more than a little pissed by the outcome.] RP: Oh, they've won the battle, but trust me, no-one beats WMI in the war. [Walking towards the ropes, facing WMI, Holliday and Marley start to make the "we want the belts" signal around their waists.] LVK: This war isn't over by any means. Doc Holliday and Rick Marley want those World Tagteam belts like crazy, and they're letting the champs know it. RP: They can want all they... uh... want, it's not gonna happen. These punkheads got lucky here tonight. LVK: Well Rick, the fans would disagree with you there. They're ecstatic at finally seeing someone put the Widow Makers in their place. [Fade to backstage.] [The door swings open and there, sitting down flipping through a magazine, is someone who no one would expect to be there. Well, for one, it's not his locker room... and two, he's not even actually in RCW.] ML: Well, if it isn't Luke Kinsey. [Yes, it's none other than Mark Langseth. The legend from out West slowly gets up, grabbing at his back as he does so with a bit of a wince. Kinsey takes a step back, a little taken by surprise.] LK: Well if it isn't Mark Langseth... how in the hell did you get in here? ML: The door was open. LK: Oh. [Kinsey stops for a moment to ponder.] LK: Well, that works. What are you doing here man? Of all the people I figured might be here... I didn't think I'd see you tonight. [Kinsey just shakes his head.] ML: Hey, I'm just a fan here tonight. But I'm here tonight for same reason that every person that's been scorned by that bastard is either here or in front of their TV's. I'm here just to see Chris Courtade finally, after all these years, get the beating that he's deserved. And not just any beating - no, this one? This should be the end. It's got to be the end. LK: You know, when I started out in this business I dreamt about things like world titles, headlining big shows, and wrestling in huge, epic matches. And eight years later... [Kinsey looks around at his surroundings.] LK: Eight years later here I am... and it's nothing like I thought it would be. Ending a career was never something I really planned on doing, yet I'm about to go out and fight until one of us can't wrestle anymore. Ever. Funny how things don't turn out how you think they would, you know? [Langseth considers, and nods his head.] ML: But, Luke, I'm here in this locker room cause I've got to tell you something before you walk out there tonight. And not just good luck or break a leg - Courtade's... But just be careful, ok? LK: It's gonna be a war out there man, you know that. The man is something out of, I don't know... a nightmare, or a horror film. It's impossible to keep him down, it's like he's bulletproof. To win this match, well... it's gonna take a lot more than some clean scientific wrestling. It's gonna take blood, and sweat, and tears... and even that might not be enough. ML: Well, Consider this: Men twice your size have fought Courtade and lost. Men with twice your ability have tried to beat the monster and failed. And men with more drive, more purpose have gone up against that bastard for what they believed in... and never came back the same. They never came back cause they were never focused on what's important. [Langseth gets a stern look on his face.] ML: Look, the past is the past. What happened to those announcers? Unfortunate. What happened to your brother? Awful. But you can't let that hang you up in that ring tonight. Those men that I talked about? They all had a clouded mind when they battled Courtade. They never had their eye on the prize. They didn't go in to win. All of them - Temple, the UWF, Rogers, Perle... [Langseth pauses, looking down at himself.] ML: Me. We all tried to stop him. We all thought that our purposes and reasons to fight would pull us through, give us the advantage we needed. In the end, though, all of us lost. Maybe not the match, but surely a part of ourselves when he went into that war. None of us came back the same. And Luke? [Mark puts an arm on Kinsey's shoulder and points to his chest.] ML: If you try to do the same - if you try to fight for your brother, for RCW, the fans or anything else in your heart? [Mark shakes his head.] ML: You'll come out the same. Look, Luke, you can't go out there hoping to fight battles on heart. What you have to do is forget your brother, RCW, Perle, Van Keel, the fans and everyone else. You have to go out there cold, carefree, and just do what you do best. [Langseth steps back and turns away a bit.] LK: I've gotta tell you man, I'm not walking in here empty handed. I know just what I've got to do, and I know just how much I'm gonna have to go through to do it. And it's something that even you would be proud of. Y'know, he put you out of commission when you weren't one hundred percent, shoot... I was there, remember? You were barely able to sit down without your neck being jarred, and yet you _still_ almost beat him. If you had a second chance... what would you do? ML: If I had a second chance? You know, I think about that night every single day of my life now. And all I can think about is... how foolish I was. I played right into Courtade's game. To be honest, I shouldn't have ever been in that ring. My judgment was clouded and I was being lead around by my heart, not my head. And look what it got me... [Mark shakes his head.] ML: I tried to match Courtade, injured and all, and didn't do a damn thing in the end. I thought I could be the hero and come in, beat him and end him for good... But he was the one kept fighting in that ring. Me? I don't even know if I'll ever be able to come back. [Mark pauses, stepping up a bit.] ML: Don't go to his level, Luke. Yes, I want to see that bastard who made my life a living hell writhing in the middle of the ring, his career dead like mine, his whole world shattered... But don't try to match him. Don't try to be as brutal as him or bloodthirsty cause that's not how you can get it done. And don't tell me you haven't thought about bleeding him like a pig cause I know you are - I was in your shoes and that's the vision I had when I stepped into the ring for the final time. LK: Well, yeah. I have given that some thought these past few days, how could I not? He ruined pretty much... everything. I'd love to see him swimming in his own blood, y'know, I'd love to see him drown in it. But I'd much rather see him carted out on a stretcher, into retirement. And I know where you're coming from... trying to bleed him dry will get me a ticket directly to Assistant Manager at Wal-Mart. But I think that wrestling with my head is gonna let me put to rest all the turmoil going on in my heart, or wherever else. And yeah, there's gonna be a few moments when I let my temper get the best of me... when I try to slug it out like a moron. But I'm no dummy, Mark. I've watched guys like you and Rogers and even EVG way back in the day for far too long to let my heart get the best of me. [Luke let's off a rare scowl.] LK: Courtade won't make it out tonight, you've got to believe me. I'll do what I gotta do, I'll take the beating that I know is coming to me... but I'll stick with my plan, and you'll know it when you see it. I won't waver, I won't falter. I'm gonna end it tonight. For everybody. [Langseth nods as he makes his way for the door. He stops, though, to shake the hand of Kinsey.] ML: Do it... for yourself. [Luke gives a nod of agreement as Langseth leaves, and we fade to commercials.] [Back from commercials.] LVK: Well, ladies and gentlemen the time is at hand. We are mere minutes away from the Last Man Standing match between Luke Kinsey and Chris Courtade, which WILL be the last match _period_ for one of them. RP: It's history in the making, Van Keel. LVK: That it is, Rick, that it is. [The camera cuts from the announcers to two shots. On the left side is the locker room of Chris Courtade, where the Texan stoically prepares himself in solitude. He methodically wraps his wrists as he stares past them at the ground, sporting the haunting skull face paint bestowed upon him by Casey James.] LVK: And there is... RP: The goddamned devil. LVK: If ever there was an inkling to how big this match is to both men's careers, look at the visage of Chris Courtade... covered in the skull face paint originally worn by Casey James. That just... that is a terrifying image. RP: And not the face of a man ready to end his career here tonight. [The shot on the right is of Luke Kinsey standing in his locker room, winding his arms and doing half squats. He too is in solitude and he too looks at the ground, lost in thought.] LVK: And there is a man who has his work cut out for him. His career on the line... in a match he has virtually no chance to win, his mind and his heart both burdened with revenge. Here is a man who has seen his world ripped to shreds, who many thought would be the man to dethrone Devon Case as World champion. Instead, he found himself dragged into and then embroiled in this... RP: Blood feud. LVK: Exactly. [The announcers fall silent as both men hear a loud knocking on their door. Courtade rips the athletic tape off his wrists and throws it behind him, snarling as he gets to his feet. Kinsey just nods and stops warming up, then turns his head to look in a mirror, just as Courtade does the same. The left of the screen is filled with Courtade's painted face, the black and white of the skull behind which lies a proud man, a stubborn man... a veteran, survivor and victor of every match known to man, but yet one who has never seen a match with stakes this high. The cobalt blue eyes of the Legend Killer reveal a fiery intensity and purpose that has long since been absent. The right half is filled with the face of the Franchise, still a young man but no longer an innocent one. The physical marks of Courtade's attacks have long since subsided, but the mental marks are still present and discernible in the sharp hazel eyes of Kinsey, which reflect not hatred or rage, but rather a placidity, a resigned acceptance of what has to ensue.] LVK: One man fights for a legacy and a place in wrestling history... while one man fights for, well... RP: Everything and nothing. Kinsey fights for himself, for his brother, for RCW, for you and I, for all the wrongs Courtade has committed over the years. But he said it himself, he's no avenging angel with a fiery sword, he's just a man with a terrible purpose who, whether he knows it or not, carries the weight of the world on his shoulder. LVK: Fans, we're going to throw it over to David Stokes now, but we're going to keep cameras on both men as they make their way through the backstage area and to the ring. [The camera cuts to the tuxedo-ed David Stokes.] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! [Pop!] DS: It is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH, and the stipulation is that the loser must retire from wrestling! [Excited pop!] [The camera goes backstage again, just as Chris Courtade leaves his locker room. The Texan opens his door and turns a sharp left into a hallway. He slowly strides down the white tiled corridor, only a few stragglers in the vicinity. One young looking backstage agent reaches out to wish him luck, to which Courtade responds by jerking his arm away and barking an insult.] RP: Courtade's on his own in this one, and that's the way he prefers it. DS: From Dallas, Texas... weighing in tonight at 281 pounds... [Courtade now leaves the hallway and steps over a thick clump of wires, clenching and unclenching his fists as he walks. Another backstage assistant looks at him, to which the Texan responds by shooting daggers at him, sneering as he walks to the curtain. Outside in the arena, the familiar rythmic tapping begins...] DS: ...perhaps for the last time ever... he _is_ the Legend Killer... "COLD BLOODED" CHRIS COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE! [THUNDEROUS HEEL POP!] [As "Blind" by Korn kicks in, Courtade bursts through the curtain, his eyes already locked on the ring as he stops on the entranceway stage for a moment. He then begins the trek down to the ring, ignoring the fans who are reaching out to touch him, the familiar pissed-off-hoss growl on his rugged features, along with the devilish warpaint.] LVK: I hope Luke Kinsey knows what he's gotten himself into. [Climbing into the ring, Courtade begins to pace like a caged lion, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily, perhaps showing the slightest sign of nerves and anticipation.] RP: Jeez, even _I_ have got butterflies in my stomach right now. [KoRn dies off from the public address system as once again the camera goes backstage, this time to Luke Kinsey's locker room. He opens his door and turns right into the hallway... to find a sea of people in front of him.] DS: His opponent! [Luke begins to walk down the hallway and first comes face to face with the Gremlin, who sticks his hand out. Kinsey shakes it as Grem nods to him, a gravely serious expression on his face, one that Kinsey returns part and parcel. Next to the Gremlin is the River City champion, Madison J. Valentine, still in a bad way from his match. Val and Kinsey exchange words, and then swap fists. Luke continues down the hall as MJV claps twice, and then slaps the wall.] DS: Weighing in tonight at 234 pounds... and hailing from Syracuse, New York! [Kinsey walks past MJV and down the hall, the technicians and such slapping him on the back as he goes. Breaking Kinsey from his game face is Alex Extreme- former friend, ostensible enemy, RCW institution- who slaps Luke in the head, telling him to get the job done. Again Kinsey nods as he steps out of the hallway and into the "Go" position. Waiting there for him is Juan Vasquez, bandaged and bruised from his recent match, but with his fists stuck out.] LVK: Rick, I have _never_ seen anything like this. RP: Me either. DS: A former Lightheavyweight champion... he _is_ the Franchise and an RCW original... [Kinsey pounds the fists of Vasquez with his own, and then slaps his chest as David Stokes finishes the introduction...] DS: ...perhaps for the last time... "COOL HAND" LUUUUKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY! #I JUST SAID UP YOURS, BABY!# [DEAFENING, WAKE THE NEIGHGBORS, DAN KAUFFMAN THINKS HE GETS THIS FACE POP! "Electric Head pt. 2" by White Zombie EXPLODES in the Glendale Arena as a cavalcade of pyro erupts at the entrance way, leaving the aisle thick with smoke. And when the smoke clears, a stoic Luke Kinsey appears at the top of the aisle, not smiling or preening or playing to the crowd. He looks to each side one time and then fixes his gaze on the ring.] #Strip down core violate and paralyze# #Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize# #Slung low like a whore - yeah# #Devil want some more - yeah# #Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the f**ker # #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [Luke is dressed simply tonight, in long black tights with a white spiral pattern down the sides, with black elbow pads and boots, polished to a shine. He is vestless but holds a small compact in his hand, which he opens, dabs his index finger in and then drags said finger once under each eye... leaving thin black lines. War paint. The crowd pops HUGE at seeing this and continues as he walks down the aisle, tagging the occasional as he makes his way to the ringside area and then turning right, tracing the barricade around the ring.] #Breakneck speed get a violent spinal crack'n# #Back down to the chrome and feel the death wish attack'n# #Hubcaps on your eyes - yeah# #Cannot sympathize - yeah# #A fistful of hair and a splinter in the mind!# LVK: Listen to that ovation. The atmosphere here inside the Glendale Arena is simply electrifying. RP: I've got goosebumps Van Keel. Wow. [Taking his time, Kinsey goes out of his way to high-five all the RCW employees. The time keeper, the ring attendants, David Stokes as he departs from the ring, and then the announce team. He shakes the hand of Larry Van Keel and then high fives Perle, quickly exchanging a hug with the stodgy old announcer before hopping up onto the announcer table itself and turning around, peering into the ring at his hated enemy.] #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [Hopping off the table, Kinsey slides into the ring and into his corner, latching his arms around the ringropes as Marc Gioffre checks him for weapons. Seeing none, Gioffre disengages and Kinsey releases the ropes, forgoing his usual warm up routine and peering across the ring, into the eyes of his opponent, who is doing the same.] __ ___ __ ______________________________________________________________ | _ \ / _\\ \ / / | U < | |_ \ \/\/ / Last Man Standing Retirement Match |_|\_\\___/ \_/\_/ \ "Cold Blooded" Chris Courtade Written by \ vs Fletcha \ "Cool Hand" Luke Kinsey \_______________________________________________________________ LVK: The tension is palpable... the entire arena is buzzing... we're seconds away... *DING DING!* LVK: THERE'S THE BELL!! THE FINAL MATCH FOR ONE OF THESE TWO LEGENDARY WRESTLERS IS UNDERWAY! RP: AND KINSEY CHARGES RIGHT AWAY!! *THAAPPP!!* LVK: OH! Courtade saw him coming and moved out of the way! Kinsey went crashing into the turnbuckles! *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: And now the Legend Killer pounding away at Kinsey in the corner with stiff right hands! RP: Gotta get out of the corner kid! Stay away from Courtade's fists! LVK: Courtade sends Kinsey for the ride now, into the far corner... and charges in with a lariat- *THAAAPP!!* RP: At'away kid! This time Kinsey ducked out of the way! LVK: Leaving Courtade to barrel into the top turnbuckle! [As Courtade staggers back from the corner, Kinsey charges....] *THUUUUDDD!!* [FACE POP!!] LVK: AND NOW KINSEY TACKLES COURTADE TO THE MAT!! [Kinsey starts to fire off right hands from on top, but only gets in a few punches before Courtade uses his strength to roll over and reverse their positions. From there he unloads several of his own punches. Over and over they roll, punches coming from all directions...] RP: It hasn't taken long for this match to turn into a schoolyard brawl! LVK: Courtade's the more renowned brawler of the two, but Luke Kinsey's giving as good as he's receiving! [Over and over they roll, the fans roaring their approval, until Courtade ends up back on top and stops Kinsey's offence with a simple-but-effective move...] *THAAKK!* LVK: OH! Vicious headbutt by Chris Courtade! [Courtade drags Kinsey up off the mat, nailing him with another couple of punches, and then pulls him into a front chancery...] *THUUUUDDD!!* LVK: SNAP SUPLEX! RP: Wow, he snapped it alright! LVK: Courtade back to his feet quickly, into the ropes... *THUUUUUDDD!!* LVK: And drops a knee right down onto Kinsey's head! Chris Courtade is fired up and seems to have a single-minded focus about him! RP: But Kinsey's not going to go down without one helluva fight! He's getting up! [But as soon as he's regained his feet, Courtade lunges at him with his right hand, wrapping it around Kinsey's forehead!] RP: IRON CLAW! [Panic pop!] LVK: COURTADE WANTS TO END IT _NOW_! *OOOPH!* RP: Boot to the gut by Kinsey breaks it! *THWAAACK-THUUDD!!* LVK: AND HE DROPS COURTADE WITH A SPIN KICK THAT CATCHES THE TEXAN ON THE CHIN!! [Kinsey turns and runs into the ropes, as Courtade staggers back to his feet, seemingly dazed, but in reality waiting...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOOOOOHHHHH!! KINSEY RAN RIGHT INTO A HUGE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! RP: Gotta give it to Courtade, he may not be a technical genius, but what he does, he does damn well. LVK: And what he does well is hit every move with maximum power. [Kinsey is wobbly as he gets up, and finds Courtade's fists tagging him on the jaw a few more times. Courtade backs up slightly, but is quickly charging back at the hunched over Kinsey...] *SMAAACK-THUUUDD!* LVK: Bone-crunching kneelift sends Kinsey back to the mat, and it's gotta be said Rick - Courtade has overpowered him in the early going of this match. RP: Luke better get his head in the game, or he's gonna be looking for another job _real_ soon! [Dragged back to his feet, Kinsey is backed into the ropes by Courtade, who continues to unload stiff punches. But one is blocked by Kinsey, who suddenly comes of life, throwing punch after punch into the Texan's head. BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: Look at this! Kinsey's fighting like a man possessed! RP: 'bout time! LVK: And he fires off a kick- OH! Courtade caught the foot- *THWAAAACK-THUUUDDD!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!] LVK: ENZUIGIIIIIRIIIIIIIII!!!! RP: BOOYAH!! HE TAGGED COURTADE _GOOD_! LVK: Kinsey shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, and setting up Courtade for a suplex... RP: Can't get him up! LVK: OH! Courtade reverses, lifting Kinsey- WHO DROPS DOWN AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! [Kinsey goes running towards the ropes, leaping up and springing off the middle strand...] LVK: LA QUEBRAAAAADAAAAAAA- RP: COURTADE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! KINSEY LANDED ON HIS FEET! WHAT AGILITY! LVK: Kick by Kinsey, but _again_ Courtade catches the foot! [This time Courtade doesn't wait for Kinsey to lash out with the other foot. He thrusts upwards with the leg, sending Kinsey flipping over backwards... and landing back on his feet!] LVK: WOW! *SMAAAAAACCKKK-THUUUUDDDDDD!!* [STIFF-AS-HELL SHOT POP!!!] RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!! LVK: Kinsey did a complete backflip and landed on his feet... ONLY TO GET LARIATED OUT OF HIS DAMN BOOTS BY COURTADE! RP: He still throws the hardest damn lariat in the game. LVK: I think Luke Kinsey would agree with you, Rick. [As Kinsey uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, almost collapsing back to the mat but catching himself, Courtade wanders over to the other side of the ring, pausing to catch his breath, before charging...] LVK: COURTADE! [The rampaging Legend Killer thrusts out his right arm, intent on delivering another hellacious lariat, this time one that will send Kinsey tumbling to the arena floor. But whether by design or luck, Kinsey collapses, grabbing the top rope as he falls, which leaves Courtade to hurtle from the ring....] *THWAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!* [MASSIVE POP!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! CHRIS COURTADE WENT HURTLING FROM THE RING AND CRASHING DOWN TO THE ARENA FLOOR!! RP: Luke's getting back up, and he sees Courtade out at ringside! LVK: Courtade's getting up, dazed and hurt... Kinsey's got hold of the ropes- *UGGHH-THWAAAPPPPPP!!!* [HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: SLINGSHOT PLANCHA BY THE FORMER LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! RP: Knocked Courtade down again! LVK: Luke Kinsey learned a thing or two during his days wrestling against the likes of Raya Oscura! RP: The board need to get that guy back out of retirement. What a legend. LVK: Yes he was, and we're looking at two legends right now, picking themselves up off the arena floor... [Kinsey makes his way over to the steel ringsteps, and pulls them away from the ringpost, drawing a HARDCORE ANTICIPATION POP from the capacity crowd!] RP: Luke's got the ringsteps! LVK: MY GOD, HE'S GOING TO- *wooooooosh-KLAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGG!!* [SHOCK POP!!] RP: SWEET JESUS!! HE THREW THEM RIGHT AT COURTADE!! LVK: Courtade was barely able to move out of the way. If that had hit him... well, we might be talking about Chris Courtade's _former_ career right now! RP: Shame it missed! *SMAAACK-THWAAPPP!!* LVK: OH! Courtade rolled over Kinsey with a football tackle! Harking back to his days with the University of Texas football team, before he was kicked off it! [Taking hold of Kinsey by the head, Courtade throws him....] *KLAAANNK!* [...right into the ringpost! PROTEST POP!] LVK: The onslaught from the Legend Killer continues! RP: I'm beginning to think this is all too much for Kinsey. Maybe it's too much pressure for a young guy to take. I mean, Courtade's been in this situation before. He's wrestled in more history-making matches than anyone... hell, he sent his own half-brother into retirement. LVK: Indeed! Who could forget that memorable blood feud between Courtade and "Cowboy" Ken Curtis, which of course ended with Courtade beating Curtis in a Woodshed match at Glory a couple of years ago. [Courtade puts the boots in, before dragging Kinsey up...] LVK: OH! Kinsey's been busted open! RP: Having his skull bounced off a steel post'll do that to a man. LVK: Kinsey's bleeding, dazed and unable to offer much in the way of resistence as Courtade lifts him... *KLAAANK!* LVK: OOOOHH!! AND DROPS HIM THROATFIRST ACROSS THE RING RAILING!! RP: He's relentless! [Leaving Kinsey lying on the ringside mats, Courtade takes hold of the ring railing with both hands, and then wrenches on it! Another tug pulls the section of it free at one end, and he yanks to get the other end free as well. HARDCORE ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: MY GOD, WHAT'S HE DOING? RP: Whatever he's got in mind, it doesn't bode well for LUKE KINSEY! [He throws the section of metal railing down onto the floor, and then drags Kinsey over to it, wrapping his right hand around the smaller man's forehead...] RP: OOOOOH CRAP! *KAH-LAAAANNKKKKK-UGGGHHHHHH!!!* [THUNDEROUS HARDCORE SPOT POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! AN IRON CLAW SLAM... ONTO THE SECTION OF RING RAILING LYING IN THE AISLE!! RP: Oh man, it might be over _right_ now. LVK: Luke Kinsey is down... Chris Courtade is gesturing for referee Marc Gioffre, who's still in the ring, to come out and make the count! RP: Yeah, but Gioffre's refusing! He's saying it has to be in the ring! LVK: Technically that's true, but... OH BOY!! Courtade is _not_ happy about this, and he's climbing into the ring with Gioffre! RP: DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!! LVK: Rick, sit down. You've been told you can't get involved in this match! [The fans roar in protest as Courtade backs Gioffre into a corner, and suddenly grabs him by the shirt.] RP: I'm not going to sit back and watch Courtade put someone else in hospital! LVK: NEITHER IS LUKE KINSEY!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: HE'S UP ON HIS FEET, REJUVENATED BY THE SIGHT OF CHRIS COURTADE MANHANDLING YET ANOTHER INNOCENT PARTY!! HE COULDN'T HELP RICK, HE COULDN'T HELP ME... HE COULDN'T HELP HIS BROTHER, BUT BY GOD LUKE KINSEY IS GOING TO HELP MARC GIOFFRE! [Seeing this, Courtade lets go of the zebra-stripe, and slides from the ring, as Kinsey comes charging at him...] *THWAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!* [DEAFENING FACE POP!!] LVK: BIG BANG!! KINSEY WAS RIGHT ON TARGET WITH THE BIG BANG SUPERKICK!!! RP: AND NOW HE'S ON COURTADE LIKE A RABID DOG ON A PIECE OF MEAT, TEARING INTO HIM WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS!! LVK: Seeing Courtade with his hands on another "innocent" has sent Kinsey's blood boiling... HE'S FUELLED BY FURIOUS VENGEANCE!! *GO LUKE GO!! GO LUKE GO!!* *GO LUKE GO!! GO LUKE GO!!* *GO LUKE GO!! GO LUKE GO!!* *GO LUKE GO!! GO LUKE GO!!* LVK: Luke Kinsey is tearing Chris Courtade apart, and the fans LOVE IT!! RP: He's getting him into position... *THWAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!!!* [MEGA HARDCORE POP!!!] LVK: PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! RIGHT ONTO THE ARENA FLOOR!!! RP: HE HAS A CHANCE!! HE REALLY HAS A CHANCE!! LVK: Fans, I can assure you, those thin ringside mats do very little to cushion a fall, let alone a piledriver! RP: Hey, here comes Gioffre out of the ring! *ONE!* LVK: HE'S COUNTING! *TWO!* RP: He must've figured he's not gonna get them back in the ring, so best to go with the flow! *THREE!* *FOUR!* LVK: Courtade's slow to recover! It might be all over for the Legend Killer! *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* [Big disappointment pop!] LVK: NO! Courtade's up! RP: I hate the guy as much as everyone else... probably _more_, but for a guy to get up after a piledriver on the floor... wow. LVK: We've never doubted that Chris Courtade is one of the most resilient men to ever step into a wrestling ring. RP: Yeah, but he's still a scumbag. [Courtade stumbles back into the railing, and topples over it, sending the ringside fans scattering. Kinsey climbs over after him, tagging Courtade with a right hand as he clambers back to his feet. CROWD BRAWL POP!!] LVK: THEY'RE IN THE CROWD!! RP: Kinsey's in control now, but this is _not_ where he wants to be! That's Courtade's territory! [Several security staff have joined the commotion, trying to keep the fans back as Kinsey and Courtade trade blows, all the while making their way further and further from the ring.] LVK: It's chaos out there in the crowd. Our cameras are going to try to stay with the action as best they can. [The camera is shaky as it pushes through the crowd, trying to keep up. Courtade has hold of Kinsey by the head, leading him and then stopping to throw a punch, which is blocked by Luke. His own punch doesn't miss though, sending the nearby fans into rapture. Courtade goes staggering backwards... right into a wall.] LVK: They're right at the back of the crowd now! RP: This is wild! [It's a plain white wall, except for several red doors and a large banner that has the logo of the Phoenix Coyotes NHL team. For a moment the action stops, as both gladiators double over on the spot, exhausted and breathing heavily. Then Courtade swings a punch, which Kinsey ducks, moving in behind him and wrapping his arms around the big Texan's head....] RP: SLEEPERHOLD!! LVK: If he can put Courtade out cold, and Courtade can't answer the 10 count, then it'll be over! Smart thinking by Luke Kinsey! [At three or four inches shorter, and 50 or so pounds shorter, Kinsey leaps up onto Courtade's back to really clinch on the hold. Courtade gasps for breath, his hands flailing wildly in thin air, as he starts to go out...] LVK: It's working! We could be witnessing the end of Chris Courtade's career! RP: I sure hope so! [Courtade continues to try and fight the effects of the sleeperhold, but there's nowhere for him to escape, so he acts out of desperation. He throws his bodyweight backwards...] *KAH-RAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!* [MASSIVE SHOCK POP!!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! COURTADE RAMMED BACKWARDS, SANDWICHING KINSEY AGAINST A WOODEN DOOR!! RP: Yeah, but Kinsey held on! He's still got the sleeperhold on! LVK: Courtade's gonna do it again... *KAH-RAAAAACKKKK-SMAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!* [THUNDEROUS DISBELIEF POP!!] *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* RP: HOLY CRAP!! THEY SMASHED RIGHT THROUGH THE DOOR!! LVK: INCREDIBLE!! WHEN COURTADE THREW HIMSELF AND KINSEY INTO THE DOOR A SECOND TIME, IT SMASHED RIGHT OFF ITS HINGES!! BOTH MEN WENT CRASHING INTO... GOD KNOWS WHERE!! RP: This is freakin' insane! [The cameraman pushes through the door, taking the scene as it unfolds - the door lying flat against the concrete floor, and the figures of Kinsey and Courtade sprawled on top of it. Stretching out beyond that is a hallway leading away from them, with several doors along the sides.] RP: Ah crap. Add this place to the list of venues we're banned from coming back to. LVK: Marc Gioffre has made his way through the crowd to where Kinsey and Courtade are... RP: He's gonna count! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* LVK: COURTADE'S UP! [FACE POP!] RP: SO'S KINSEY! LVK: They both break the count- OH! Big right hand by Courtade knocks Kinsey sprawling back to the floor! [Courtade walks to the nearest door, flinging it open, then grabs Kinsey and throws him headlong through the doorway....] *CRASH-CLATTER-CLANG-CLATTER-CRASH-CRASSSHHHHH!!!* LVK: Where are they now? [As Courtade walks in after Kinsey, the camera peeks through the doorway. Inside is a pile of debris, in and under which Kinsey lies. Along the wall behind him are a row of hanging Phoenix Coyotes game jerseys, while the debris in which Kinsey lies is mostly made up of hockey sticks, pads, skates and other equipment. HOMETOWN TEAM POP!] RP: They're in an equipment room! That's equipment that belongs to the Phoenix Coyotes! LVK: Yup, we're never coming back here. [Pushing aside some of the fallen equipment to get to Kinsey, Courtade drags him to his feet, and grabs a goalie's helmet....] *CRAAAAACKKK!!* LVK: OH! He nailed Kinsey right over the head with the helmet, and what was a small patch of blood on Luke's forehead is now a surge of crimson flooding down his face! RP: There aren't enough fights in hockey these days. LVK: There would be if these two took up the sport! [Kinsey is left swaying on unsteady legs in the middle of the pile of equipment, as Courtade walks across the room. Lining Kinsey up, he charges....] LVK: COURTADE WITH A LARIA- *CRAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!* [MEGA FACE POP!!!] LVK: KINSEY BLOCKED IT! BLOCKED IT WITH... RP: ...A FREAKIN' HOCKEY STICK!! LVK: Courtade didn't realise Kinsey had hold of the stick, until it was too late! Kinsey swung it into Courtade's arm, deflecting the lariat! [The fire rekindled in his belly, Kinsey pounds away at Courtade with right hand after right hand, the odd left cross thrown in for good measure. The blows are backing Courtade down the hallway, the big Texan's face sagged and unresponsive as he takes each punch. But suddenly he roars back into life, unloading a massive right hand...] LVK: OH! Big haymaker by Courtade, and he grabs Kinsey by the head... *THAAAAAAAAACCKKKK!!* LVK: ...AND THROWS HIM HEADLONG INTO THE CONCRETE WALL! RP: Oh man, Kinsey's blood is splattered all over it! [Kinsey goes rebounding off the wall and somehow doesn't fall flat on his face, his rubbery legs managing to find an unstable footing. Courtade grabs him by the hair, and leads Luke off down the hallway. He comes to a door, opens it and throws Kinsey through...] LVK: Where have they fought their way to now? It looks like they're... [The cameraman pushes through the doorway, escaping the narrow hallway and emerging into a far more open expanse...] LVK: THE ENTRANCE LOBBY! THEY'VE MADE THEIR WAY TO THE BUILDING'S MAIN ENTRANCE! [Off to the left are a bank of escalators and doors, leading into the arena, while to the right is a towering wall of glass windows with the main doors in the bottom centre. Courtade leads Kinsey by the head towards these, pushing open one of the main doors. Instantly a huge crowd roar goes up, but it's different from the roars heard inside the arena...] LVK: Courtade's taking the fight outside! Outside, where hundreds of fans have congregated to watch the action on a big screen! RP: Hell, they don't need that screen anymore, 'cause Courtade's taking the battle to them! [The outside fans continue to cheer like crazy as Courtade and Kinsey emerge from the building, out into the main entrance courtyard. Security are keeping the fans back, as huge overhead spotlights illuminate the whole area.] LVK: This is insanity! Pure insanity! RP: For once Van Keel, you're right. LVK: Chris Courtade is leading Luke Kinsey around... *SMACK!* LVK: BUT NOT FOR LONG! Kinsey lands with a stiff punch, and he's fighting back like a man possessed! RP: Courtade's starting to give as good as he's getting! [BRAWL POP! Fists flying, the warriors make their way over to one side of the courtyard, where a table has been set up, covered in all sorts of RCW merchandise, and a rather worried-looking attendant standing behind it.] *KRAAACK!* LVK: OH! Courtade rams Kinsey's head right into the top of that merchandise table! Kinsey's stunned, and Courtade pulls him into a standing headscissor... *SMASSSSHH-KRAAAAAAAACCKKKK-CLUUUNNKKK!!* [MERCHANDISE-TABLE-GOT-TRASHED POP!!!!] RP: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!! HE POWERBOMBED KINSEY THROUGH THE DAMN MERCHANDISE TABLE!! JUAN VASQUEZ BOBBLEHEAD DOLLS AND ISHIKAWA-TO-ENGLISH DICTIONARIES FLYING EVERYWHERE!! LVK: The table has been reduced to little more than shards, and Luke Kinsey is lying prone amongst all sorts of t-shirts and other memorabilia! [The attendant, who a moment ago looked fearful for his life, suddenly plucks up some Dutch courage, and shows his disdain for what just happened. He steps forward, yelling right at Courtade, "Look at this mess! Look what you've done". A collective drawing of breath and a "oh no, he didn't just do that, did he?" pop goes up from the fans both inside and outside the arena.] RP: That guy obviously finds it a burden to live. [Courtade raises his head slowly, his hate-filled eyes coming to rest on the unnamed attendant, glaring through war paint, persperation and an expression that could send shivers up the spine of the most hardened soul.] LVK: *gulp* He shouldn't have done that. [The fans roar as Courtade steps forward and thrusts out a hand towards the attendant, who's like a deer frozen in the headlights. Courtade's hand wraps around his throat, pulling him in close....] *SMAAAAAACK!!* [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: KINSEY! He _shattered_ something over Courtade's head, no doubt saving that merchandise seller's life! That's the second staff member he's saved from the grasp of Chris Courtade tonight! RP: Damn! I wanted to see him try to walk with his legs stuffed up his own ass! LVK: What _was_ that? What did Kinsey hit Courtade with? [The camera zooms in on the remains of the weapon in his hand, showing a shattered beer mug.] RP: A beer mug! Well, only one wrestler in RCW has his own line of personalised beer mugs, and that's Rum Barton! LVK: That one's in about a million pieces, and Chris Courtade has gone down to one knee, blood gushing from a wound on the back of his head! [The attendant remains fixed on the spot for a few more seconds, his eyes as big as saucers, but then like a shot, he's gone, running for his life.] RP: That guy should hug someone he loves tonight. Make the most of being alive. LVK: Kinsey discards the remains of the mug, and looks around for another weapon- *THWUUUUNNKK!!* RP: Courtade found one first! He nailed Kinsey over the noggin with a big piece of broken table wood! LVK: Did he ever! And now Courtade has hold of a t-shirt, and he's... CHOKING KINSEY WITH IT!! HE'S TRYING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF LUKE KINSEY! [Protest/panic pop!] RP: The bastard's relentless! [Luke fights for breath, clawing at the tight rope of t-shirt material wrapped around his throat, his eyes bugging out as the oxygen cuts off... and then he flops forward, struggling no more.] LVK: OH GOD!! Kinsey's not moving any more! Courtade choked him out! [Climbing back to his feet, Courtade keeps his gaze locked on Kinsey, then nonchalantly raises the t-shirt, opening it out to read it. He smirks, then holds it up to the crowd, the words "Luke Kinsey: RCW's Franchise" coming into view. HEEL POP!!] LVK: HE CHOKED OUT LUKE KINSEY WITH ONE OF HIS OWN MERCHANDISE T-SHIRTS!! RP: Oh, the irony! [Courtade lets the t-shirt fall from his grasp, and then turns and walks away from the shattered remains of the merchandise table, heading across the entrance courtyard and then disappearing from camera shot in the gap between the crowd and the building facade.] RP: Where's he going? LVK: I won't even try to guess Chris Courtade's intentions. But he's left Luke Kinsey in an unconscious state, and here's referee Marc Gioffre ready to make the count! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* [Kinsey starts to stir.] *SIX!* *SEVEN!* [He pushes up onto his hands and knees, the fans roaring their support, urging him to rise fully.] *EIGHT!* [Up to one knee.] *NINE!* [And struggles up to his feet in a wobbily fashion!] [BIG FACE POP!!] RP: That was close! Too damn close! LVK: It sure was, but somehow Luke Kinsey found the inner strength to fight his way back into consciousness and get to his feet! RP: He can hardly stand, and that... hey, what's that sound? LVK: ... [Suddenly a huge roar fills the air, as a dark blue sports car comes thundering across the courtyard, taking everyone by surprise....] RP: WHAT THE F[bleep]K? [The vehicle heads right for Kinsey, but right at the last moment Luke is able to leap out of the way....] *KAH-SMAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!* [THUNDEROUS SHOCK POP!!!!] RP: SWEET GODDAMN JESUS!! HE TRIED TO _KILL_ LUKE!! I MEAN, HE TRIED TO FREAKIN' RUN HIM DOWN LIKE A DOG IN THE STREET!! LVK: Kinsey was able to jump out of the way, but if he hadn't.... MY GOD! CHRIS COURTADE WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO WIN THIS MATCH!! _NOTHING_!! RP: He missed Kinsey, but smacked right into that lamppost! Damn, whose car is that anyway? LVK: I'm damned if I know, but I do know that Chris Courtade is a madman! [Kinsey rushes to the car, ripping open the driver's door, where Courtade is shaking his head, clearly feeling the after-effects of the collision. He staggers out of the car, looking for some kind of breathing space, but he doesn't get it...] LVK: KINSEY IS FURIOUS!! BY GOD HE'S POUNDING ON COURTADE LIKE A MAN WHO JUST SAW HIS LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES! AND I BET HE DID!! [A big haymaker sends Courtade sprawling onto the car's hood. A furious, possessed look in his eyes, Kinsey climbs up onto the hood, pulling Courtade up into a standing headscissors position up on there. HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!!] RP: YEAH!! DO IT!! DO IT!! LVK: He's gonna piledrive Courtade straight to hell! *AARRRGGHH-CRAAAAAAACCKKKK!!!* [MEGA SHOCK POP!!!] LVK: OOOOHHHHHH!!! COURTADE POWERS OUT, BACKDROPPING KINSEY UP AND OVER, AND RIGHT ONTO THE WINDSCREEN!! RP: THE IMPACT SHATTERED IT!! [His back arched and his mouth open in a silent scream, all that comes out of Kinsey's lungs is a gargled groan as he lies prone across the shattered windscreen.] LVK: My God, what impact! And now Courtade is dragging Kinsey up to his feet, grabs him by the head... *CLUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!* [THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: JUST ANOTHER STATISTIC DDT... RIGHT ONTO THE HOOD OF THE CAR!!!! RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!! LVK: That could be the defining moment in this match! That could be the moment that ends the career of Luke Kinsey! [With Kinsey lying prone on the hood, Marc Gioffre gets in position to start another count. But Courtade wants none of it, grabbing Kinsey and rolling him over onto his back, the Franchise's arms flopping out to his side, leaving him in a starfish-like sprawl on the hood. Courtade then walks around and climbs into the driver's seat...] LVK: What on earth is he doing now? *rrr-rrr-rrr-BROOOM!* RP: Oh crap. [The engine fires, and with a jerk, the car pulls away from the lamppost, and starts backing up, bringing a HUGE PANICKED POP from the crowd. Slowly it backs up, and then starts moving forward, towards the main entrance doors.] LVK: Is he... no. Surely not. [Several staff members, seeing that Courtade has no intention of stopping, pull open the big glass double doors, and the vehicle slowly creeps through the entrance, an overhead camera taking in the surreal scene of Luke Kinsey sprawled, unmoving, on the hood of the moving vehicle.] LVK: BY GOD, HE IS!! HE'S DRIVING THE CAR BACK INTO THE ARENA, WITH LUKE KINSEY SPRAWLED ON THE HOOD LIKE A HUNTER'S PRIZE CATCH!! RP: The sadistic, egomaniacal BASTARD! LVK: This isn't just about winning for Chris Courtade. He wants to not only end the career of Luke Kinsey, but humiliate him in front of millions of people! [For a moment the car disappears from sight, as the camera returns to inside the main arena. Then suddenly it appears near the side of the main entranceway, and drives smoothly into the aisleway, heading down towards the ring. HUGE SHOCK POP!!] LVK: Here they come! [The car creeps down the aisle and comes to rest just inches from the ring. Courtade cuts the engine and climbs out.] RP: I guess he wants to end this in the ring, which is about the only honourable thing Chris Courtade has done in months. LVK: I wouldn't speak so soon Rick, because Courtade is climbing back up onto that dented hood. The hood dented with the imprint of Luke Kinsey's skull! RP: Goddamn, it's gonna get another Kinsey-sized dent - Courtade's gonna powerbomb him right onto it! [Facing the front of the car, and consequently the ring, Courtade hoists Kinsey up into a powerbomb lift. But at the apex of the lift, Kinsey suddenly comes to life, driving his fist down into Courtade's forehead and face over and over. HUGE POP!] LVK: KINSEY'S FIGHTING IT! COURTADE'S OFF-BALANCE... STAGGERING... [...and stumbling backwards, until his feet hit the slanted windscreen. For a moment it looks like Courtade might regain his balance, but then he simply goes toppling backwards, Kinsey still attached to his shoulders...] *THWAP-RIIIIIIIIIIP-KAH-WUMMMPPPPPP!!!* [MASSIVE SHOCK POPPAGE!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! COURTADE FELL OVER, AND THEY BOTH WENT CRASHING RIGHT THROUGH THE SOFT-TOP ROOF OF THE CAR!! *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* [As the chant fills the arena, the camera stays fixed on the car's roof. A huge tear right down the middle, it reveals nothing more and nothing less... until a hand grabs hold of the side of the car, and a figure lifts itself up and over the door, flopping onto the ringside mats. DISAPPOINTMENT POP!] LVK: Courtade's out of the car, but there's no sign of Kinsey! RP: Gioffre's gonna count! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* [Still no sign of Kinsey, and the fans start to pop in panic.] *SIX!* *SEVEN!* RP: He's not getting up! *EIGHT!* *NINE!* [Suddenly a head appears through the rip in the roof, followed by the rest of Luke Kinsey, his hands grabbing at the torn fabric and ripping it open further, a defiant look on his face.] [THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!] RP: Well I'll be damned. LVK: INCREDIBLE!! Luke Kinsey has once again _somehow_ made it back to his feet! The fighting spirit of the man is simply amazing! RP: We always knew he had a lot of heart, but he's gotta start mounting some offense, and in a big hurry! [Grabbing Kinsey by the hair, Courtade drags him out of the car and then whips him...] *KAH-LAAAAAAANKK!* LVK: The onslaught from Courtade continues! He sends Kinsey _hard_ into the railing, and I honestly don't know how much more of this Luke can take! RP: Hey, keep that son of a bitch away from me. [The fans sense something bad going down as Courtade makes his way over to the broadcast table, where Rick's on his feet with his fists cocked.] RP: You try and lay a finger on me or Larry again, and I'll make sure this time _you're_ the one who ends up in hospital! LVK: Rick, just stay calm... [With all eyes locked on the showdown at the announce position, Luke Kinsey's climbing to his feet goes unnoticed. It isn't until he starts to sprint towards Courtade that the fans react, roaring in anticipation... ...but unfortunately for Kinsey, his target also anticipates it, spinning around and catching Kinsey on the charge, hoisting him into the air and spinning around again...] *KAH-RUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!* [...driving Kinsey down through the announce table with the spinebuster from hell, sending Rick and Larry diving for cover, smashing the table on impact, and scattering monitors and other equipment!] [MEGA-THUNDEROUS SHOCK/HIGHSPOT POP!!!!!!!] LVK: Rick, are you okay? RP: Yeah, I'm fine. HOLY SHIT! A SPINEBUSTER RIGHT THROUGH OUR TABLE!! *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* *ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!* [The chant fills the air as Kinsey lies unmoving amongst the mangled remains of the broadcast table. Courtade stands over him for a moment, surveying the damage, but then reaches down and pushes aside a destroyed monitor, before grabbing hold of a piece of its broken screen glass. He takes hold of it like it was a knife, and pushes this makeshift weapon against Kinsey's gut....] LVK: OH NO!! NOOOOOO!!!! [...drawing screams of protest from the crowd as he drags the glass across the flesh, instantly drawing blood.] RP: I gotta stop this! LVK: NO RICK! [Larry actually jumps in and holds back Rick, as Courtade drags the glass in several directions, opening up gashes in a criss cross pattern. As a VIOLENT PROTEST POP continues around the arena, he throws the glass aside, then holds up his right hand, forming it into a claw, before lunging it down and clamping it onto Kinsey's bloody midsection!] LVK: OH DEAR GOD!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!! HE'S APPLYING A STOMACHCLAW AFTER OPENING UP A BUNCH OF CUTS ON KINSEY'S STOMACH!! HE'S DIGGING HIS FINGERS RIGHT INTO THE EXPOSED FLESH!! RP: Goddammit, just give up Luke! It's not worth it! LVK: But Rick, there are no submissions! Referee Marc Gioffre is powerless to stand by and watch until he needs to make a count! RP: And Courtade knows that. DAMN HIM! [The screams that escape from Kinsey's mouth are blood-curdling, stunning many of the fans into silence, while others continue to scream their protest.] LVK: This is one of the most disgusting things I've ever witnessed. [Finally Courtade releases the claw, climbing back to his feet. Holding his blood-dripping hand in front of his face, he stares at it... spellbound.] RP: Evil, Van Keel. Pure goddamn evil. LVK: Is it evil? Or is it a man who's got no fans, no friends... a man who could be fighting his last match, who will go to any lengths to cling to his career? [While they ponder this, Marc Gioffre steps in again, and throws a hand in the air...] *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* RP: Come on kid, you can do it! *SEVEN!* [His facial expression resembling that of someone who's just emerged from a serious car wreck, Kinsey pushes up to his knees, clutching at his bleeding and pain-wracked midsection.] *EIGHT!* LVK: HE'S IN TOO MUCH PAIN!! *NINE!* [With a blood-curdling roar of agony and effort, Kinsey pushes up to his feet, immediately doubling over in pain, but beating the count. THUNDEROUS FACE POP!] LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! WHERE ON EARTH IS LUKE KINSEY FINDING THIS MUCH SPIRIT?? HE SIMPLY REFUSES TO STAY DOWN!! RP: His body's probably telling him its all over, his mind's even probably telling him to stay down. BUT BY GOD, HIS HEART IS TELLING HIM THAT EVERYTHING HE'S EVER FOUGHT FOR, EVERY DROP OF BLOOD HE'S EVER BLED.... IT WAS ALL FOR THIS MOMENT!! [Grimacing in pain, Kinsey remains doubled over, and suddenly loses control of the moment....] *BLUUUUUUUURRRRKKK!!* [...and his lunch. EEEEEEEEEW POP!] LVK: My God, how much more can a mortal human being take? [Seeing Kinsey rise to his feet, Courtade looks surprised, and more than a little bit pissed off as well. He stomps over, grabbing Kinsey by the head and rolling him back into the ring, with little in the way of resistence from the Syracuse native.] LVK: And finally this match has made its way back into the ring, where Chris Courtade is looking to finish it once and for all... RP: He's looking under the ring for something. [A couple of seconds go by, before Courtade re-emerges, rolling back into the ring with a roll of something in his hands.] LVK: BARBWIRE! [HARDCORE POP!] RP: You never know what you'll find under an RCW ring! [Unravelling the small roll, Courtade then holds out his right arm, and uses his left hand to start wrapping the jagged wire around it! HARDCORE INSANITY POP!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! LVK: We've seen this before, but not very often! Chris Courtade has only resorted to wrapping his lariat arm in barbwire in desperate situations! RP: He _is_ desperate! Hell, he's seen Kinsey get back to his feet when he's had no natural right to! Kinsey's an itch that Courtade can't scratch, but he damn sure intends to! [Kinsey is back to his feet in the ring, but swaying on unsteady legs, his eyes glazed over as vomit-laced drool oozes from his lips. Across the ring, Courtade finishes wrapping his arm and sets his sights on his hated rival, before charging....] RP: COURTADE- *SMAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKK-THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [THUNDEROUS HARDCORE POP!!!!] LVK: DEAR GOD ALMIGHTY!! COURTADE _CRUSHED_ KINSEY WITH A BARBWIRE LARIAT!! HE ROLLED OVER HIM LIKE A COMBINE HARVESTER OVER A STUFFED TOY, AND WITH THAT HAS ALMOST CERTAINLY CONFINED KINSEY'S CAREER TO THE HISTORY BOOKS!! RP: Damn. LVK: Marc Gioffre's about to start the count, and it'll take a miracle for Luke Kinsey to get up after that! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* RP: Forget it. He's not getting up in a million years. *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* [Suddenly Kinsey rolls over and grabs hold of the bottom rope with one hand, and a chant breaks out....] *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *SEVEN!* [His face wracked with pain and his eyes groggy, Kinsey reaches up and grabs the middle rope, roaring with the effort of trying to pull himself up....] LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *LET'S GO LUKE! LET'S GO!* *EIGHT!* RP: Come on Luke! Come on dammit! *NINE!* [DEAFENING FACE POP!!!!] RP: HE DID IT!! I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT KINSEY GOT UP!! LVK: HE FLAT OUT _REFUSES_ TO QUIT!! [Kinsey flops right back to the mat, as Courtade stands speechless, his mouth hanging open slightly in shock. His eyes? They show something most people would think they'd never see in the eyes of the Legend Killer - a hint of fear.] LVK: Chris Courtade has been in some of the most bloody, vicious matches in RCW history, but I can honestly say I've never seen him look like this! It's as if he's running out of ideas! RP: You spoke too soon Van Keel! [The momentary hint of fear is now just a memory, as a pissed-off Courtade rolls from the ring and makes his way over to the convertible. He pops the trunk, then starts fishing around in it, until he produces... a gas can!] RP: Oh man, this can't be good. LVK: Courtade has a gas can! Now he's looking through the glove compartment, and God only knows what he's looking for... RP: Well, he's found whatever it is.... OH CRAP! MATCHES! LVK: *gulp* [He rolls back into the ring, where Kinsey is up to his hands and knees, his head hanging low towards the mat as he recovers. Courtade twists the lid off the gas tank, throwing it aside, and then....] *glurk-glurk-glurk-SPLASSSH-SPLAAASH-SPLAAASSHHH!!* [THUNDEROUS SHOCK/PROTEST POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! HE'S POURING GASOLINE ONTO HIS OWN ARM!! THE ARM THAT'S ALREADY WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE!! RP: It's obvious what's coming next! I've only ever seen it once before, when Courtade used it to beat Juan Vasquez at the second Caged Rage pay-per-view in Dallas! LVK: He's emptied that whole can of gasoline onto his arm, and now Courtade has the matches. OH GOD, I CAN'T WATCH!! [Kinsey has made his way up to his feet, groggy and swaying on the spot, as Courtade strikes a match. It doesn't spark, so he throws it aside, and tries another....] *FWOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!* [INSANE FIRE POP!!!] LVK: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE!! CHRIS COURTADE'S ARM IS ON FIRE!! RP: Look out Kinsey! LOOK OUT DAMMIT! *SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK-THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [HIGHSPOT POP FROM HELL!!!] LVK: FLAMING BARBWIRE LARIATOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Ring staff immediately storm the ring to put out Courtade's arm with fire extinguishers, and the ring is momentarily engulfed in a cloud of white.] *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* *HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!* [The cloud dissipates, revealing Courtade hunched in a corner, a grimace on his face as he clutches at his right arm. In the middle of the ring, Luke Kinsey lies, unmoving.] *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* *NINE!* [MEGA-THUNDEROUS DISBELIEF POP!!!] RP: No... way. LVK: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!? LUKE KINSEY JUST GOT NAILED WITH THE HARDEST DAMN LARIAT YOU'LL EVER SEE... A _FLAMING_ _BARBWIRE_ LARIAT... AND STILL WAS ABLE TO GET TO HIS FEET!! RP: I thought he was done. I was _sure_ he was done. Wow. [As Kinsey staggers and almost falls over, catching himself against the ropes to stay upright, Courtade screams across the ring at him...] Courtade: WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU STAY DOWN?! LVK: Chris Courtade can't believe, the fans can't believe it... _we_ sure as hell can't believe it, but somehow Luke Kinsey is still in this match! RP: He looks like one of those Dawn of the Dead zombies. Hell, I don't think Luke even knows where he is - he's getting by on pure instinct and guts! LVK: Once again Chris Courtade has left the ring, and this time he's... got a steel chair! RP: Sure, why not? If at first you don't succeed... smack 'em with a chair! LVK: He's got Kinsey lined up... swings- BUT MISSES! KINSEY DUCKED! [They both turn around quickly, Courtade holding the chair out in front of him....] *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNKK!!!* [MEGA FACE POP!!!] LVK: MY GOD!! BIG BANG SUPERKICK DRIVES THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO COURTADE'S HEAD, KNOCKING HIM DOWN LIKE HE WAS SHOT!! RP: How the hell did he do that? LVK: God only knows... *THUD!* LVK: But that might have been the last of Luke Kinsey's efforts, because he fell facefirst to the mat right afterwards! They're both down! RP: And here comes the count! What happens if they both can't beat the count? Do they both have to retire? LVK: Good question! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* [Kinsey is the first to react, pushing up to one knee....] *FIVE!* *SIX!* [....then up to his feet. HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: Kinsey's up! Courtade's struggling up now, but can be beat the count? *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!] RP: Courtade beat the count too, so the match continues! LVK: What an amazing comeback by Kinsey, but Courtade is still in the driver's seat. Kinsey's out on his feet! [Courtade pounds him with a couple of right hands, then whips Kinsey into the far corner, Luke colliding backfirst and slumping against the turnbuckles....] RP: COURTADE ON THE CHARGE! *THAAAPPP!!* LVK: KINSEY MOVED!! COURTADE SLAMMED INTO THE CORNER LIKE A RUNAWAY TRUCK SMASHING INTO A TREE!! [As Courtade staggers back from the corner, Kinsey jumps up onto the middle rope in the corner, and grabs the big Texan's head in an inverted headlock. He then pushes off the corner...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: BY GOD, HE NAILED THE EGO TRIP!! HE DROVE COURTADE INTO THE MAT WITH HIS PATENTED INVERTED TORNADO DDT!!! RP: Not only that, but Courtade's head landed right on the chair! LVK: My God, you're right! And Courtade- [MEGA-SIZED NO SELL POP!!] RP: WHAT? LVK: COURTADE CLIMBED RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET, AS THOUGH HE DIDN'T FEEL A THING!! RP: He's goddamn unhuman! LVK: And now it's Kinsey who's left flabbergasted by his opponent's ability to get up after a seemingly match-ending blow! RP: He's not _flabbergasted_! HE'S STARING RIGHT INTO THE EYES OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF!! [Streaks of blood drying on his face, Luke stares right at Courtade with an expression full of fear and self-doubt. The Legend Killer stares right back, the skull warpaint messed up in several places but still presenting a horrific visage.] LVK: My God, what a scene! [Luke snaps out of his fear-lined trance, turning and running into the ropes, rebounding and charging at Courtade. The Texan lifts his right boot...] LVK: Yakuza- NO! Kinsey ducks and rebounds again- NO! He holds onto the ropes- *THWAAAAAACCKKKK!!!* RP: AND NAILS _ANOTHER_ BIG BANG SUPERKICK!! LVK: BUT STILL CHRIS COURTADE STAYS ON HIS FEET!! [The big Texan's groggy though, swaying back and forth. Kinsey rushes at him again, grabbing Courtade by the head....] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...and driving it down into the mat, bulldog style. Kinsey climbs right to his feet, and forming both hands into "guns" shoots them off into the air, before blowing at both "barrels". BIG RECOGNITION POP!!] RP: What, is he a cowboy now? LVK: Don't you see Rick? That wasn't just any bulldog. That was HIGH NOON! THE MOVE USED FOR SO MANY YEARS BY "COWBOY" KEN CURTIS!! RP: No way! LVK: Yes way! And Marc Gioffre's going to count! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* [Courtade pushes up to his hands and knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs...] *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!] LVK: COURTADE'S UP! HE GOT UP AFTER THE HIGH NOON!! [Courtade is exhausted and still stunned, as he stands in the middle of the ring, doubled over and breathing heavily. Suddenly Kinsey charges at him again, grabbing the big Texan's head in the process....] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! [Kinsey again climbs right back to his feet, and this time he points up the aisle towards the entranceway, nodding his head, then dropping the arm and smacking a fist against his chest. HUGE POP!] LVK: NOT JUST ANY SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! _NO SWEAT_!! RP: Langseth's move? LVK: YES! He gestured towards the back, where we _know_ Mark Langseth is! And now Kinsey is pulling Courtade up off the mat, into a standing headscissors... *THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!!] LVK: GOOD GOD, HE HIT THE LOBO BUSTER BOMB!! HE HIT COURTADE WITH THE GREMLIN'S BIG MOVE!! RP: I get it now! First the High Noon, then No Sweat, now the Lobo Buster Bomb! LVK: RIGHT!! LUKE KINSEY IS FIGHTING FOR EVERY MAN WHO EVER TRIED TO FINISH OFF CHRIS COURTADE BUT COULDN'T DO IT!! RP: Hell yes! LVK: HE'S SUMMONING THE POWER OF MEN LIKE KEN CURTIS, MARK LANGSETH AND THE GREMLIN TO PUT THIS BASTARD AWAY... ..._FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL_!! RP: Courtade's barely moving... I don't think he's getting up! LVK: HERE COMES THE COUNT!! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* *NINE!* [THUNDEROUS DISBELIEF POP!!] LVK: COURTADE GOT UP!! HE BEAT THE TEN COUNT!! RP: I don't friggin' believe it! How the hell did he do that? LVK: Luke Kinsey can't believe it either! After that flurry of truly-inspired offence, he's back to shock and utter disbelief! No, wait! I think he just thought of something! [Again Kinsey drags Courtade up off the mat, and stands in front of him, both facing the same direction. Holding onto Courtade's arms, with the Texan's head down between his legs, Kinsey then spins around, reversing their positions, and bringing a HUGE ANTICIPATION POP from the crowd!] RP: WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS! LVK: HE'S GOING TO FINISH COURTADE WITH... THE CASE CLOSED!! THE FAVOURITE MOVE OF THE MAN WHO COURTADE ONCE CONSIDERED HIS BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD, DEVON CASE!! [But just as Larry finishes his sentence, and as Kinsey readies to bend down and hoist Courtade up, the wily Texan breaks one arm free, and swings around...] *THWAAAAAAAACCCKKKKK-THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [DEAFENING SHOCK/STIFF POP!!!] RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!! SWEET SASSY MOLASSEY!! LVK: BY GOD, CHRIS COURTADE CAME FIRING BACK WITH JUST ABOUT THE HARDEST DAMN LARIAT YOU'LL EVER SEE!!! RP: There was no barbwire, no fire, but SWEET JESUS!! THAT WAS EVEN MORE DEVASTATING THAN THOSE LARIATS!! IT WAS _SOOOO_ DAMN HARD!! LVK: Luke Kinsey is _DONE_! He is absolutely not moving, and I don't see him getting up from that! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* *SIX!* *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* *NINE!* *TE- [TEAR-THE-ROOF-OFF FACE POP FROM HELL!!!!] LVK: INCREDIBLE!! SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!!! LUKE KINSEY BEAT THE COUNT!!! RP: I've seen some great matches in my time Van Keel, and I've seen most of the world's best wrestlers in action, but I'm gonna tell you right now... I've _NEVER_ seen two guys take this much of a beating, and just _refuse_ to lose. LVK: It's amazing alright, and now Courtade back on the attack... [He swings a right hand... blocked! Kinsey unloads a right of his own, then another, and another... pounding away at Courtade and drawing another HUGE FACE POP from the crowd!] LVK: KINSEY FIRING OFF RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND! [He turns and runs into the ropes, coming charging back at Courtade, who lunges forward, throwing out his right arm....] [....which Kinsey ducks! Stopping and turning, Kinsey hooks one arm around Courtade's waist, and hooks on a half nelson with the other one. In a flash he lifts Courtade up, then drops into a sit-out position while rolling Courtade forward....] *THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...driving him down into the mat on the back of his head and neck!] [MEGA MOTHERFUCKING FACE POP!!!] LVK: BIG CITY DRIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! RP: YES! YES! YES!! HELL YES!!! LVK: IT IS _OVAH_! NOBODY GETS UP FROM THE BIG CITY DRIVER!!! *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* [Courtade raises his head off the mat, but it falls right back down again.] *FIVE!* *SIX!* [He pushes up to one knee, swaying sideways, nearly flopping facefirst back to the mat, but barely managing to keep his balance, his glazed eyes searching the series of blurred colours before them.....] *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* *NINE!* [And he pushes up onto both feet!] [MONUMENTOUS DISBELIEF POP!!!!] LVK: I... I... RP: NO FREAKIN' WAY!! COURTADE SURVIVED THE BIG CITY DRIVER!! _NOONE_ HAS EVER DONE THAT!! [Having made it back to his feet, Courtade flops facefirst back to the mat.] LVK: He was only able to stand for a split second, but it was enough to break the count! RP: Courtade is... is.... wow. He can't be beaten. He just can't. [That very same thought must be going through Luke Kinsey's head right now, as he stands and gapes at Courtade, his mouth open in shock, and his eyes wide. He slaps both hands onto his head in despair.] LVK: I've seen some amazing things in my time, but this... I mean, we've just seen Chris Courtade take the No Sweat neckbreaker, the High Noon bulldog, the Lobo Buster Bomb... _AND_ the Big City Driver, and still have the energy left to get up inside of 10 seconds. [Slowly walking forward in a stunned daze, Kinsey stands over Courtade, lost in his own thoughts. But with a sudden changing of facial expressions, his brow furrows downwards and his eyes fill with an intense determination once again. His mouth creases into a growl of pure hatred, and he simply steps onto Courtade's right knee... ...grabs hold of the right ankle... ...and yanks the leg upwards.] *CRAAAACK!* [For a moment there's little more than stunned silence from the crowd, but slowly the cold, dark reality spreads through the arena, and the entire place turns to chaos.] LVK: ... RP: F[bleep]k. LVK: I... I'm going to be sick. [Chris Courtade immediately begins screaming at the top of his lungs, clutching at the now broken leg, his eyes thrust wide with unimaginable agony.] RP: HE BROKE HIS DAMN LEG!! LUKE KINSEY JUST SNAPPED COURTADE'S LEG CLEAN!! LVK: Uh... fans... oh God. [As Courtade writhes in agony, Kinsey stands over him, staring down at the man whose refusal to lose has caused him to go beyond the point where most men dare to step. He stands motionless for a few seconds, but then snaps out of it, grabbing hold of Marc Gioffre by the shoulder and gesturing at him to count. Gioffre remains frozen on the spot, shocked and sickened by what he just witnessed, but reluctantly starts to count...] *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* [Gritting his teeth as he fights the ungodly agony shooting through his body, Courtade rolls onto his side, and plants a palm down on the mat.] *SIX!* [The fans are by now almost silent again, watching with bated breath...] *SEVEN!* [...as Courtade, his right leg held out straight and tears leaking from the sides of his eyes, his teeth gritted and every vein on his face and neck straining, pushes over onto his hands, in a push-up type position....] RP: There's no freakin' way... *EIGHT!* [The stubborn bastard refuses to let the pain get the better of him, groaning and yelling as he pushes upwards...] *NINE!* [Onto one foot, then pulling the broken leg into place...] *ARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!* [....a hellacious scream escaping his lips as the leg gives out from under him, and all the colours of his world turn to grey....] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* *DING DING DING!!* [A good-sized FACE POP goes up, but not what you'd expect at this point. Many of the fans are simply standing, gaunt looks on their faces, completely shocked by what's just happened.] RP: HELL YEAH!! COURTADE'S GONE!! THAT SON OF A BITCH IS GONE!! LVK: Yes, but what have we just witnessed, Rick? Luke Kinsey has won, he has laid his demons to rest, and he has ended the career of Chris Courtade... but at what cost? RP: WHO CARES! Luke Kinsey has done it! He really did it! He took everything Chris Courtade could throw at him, and he _beat_ him! He went as far as a man can go, and when that didn't work, he went _further_. [Kinsey stands silently, looking down at Courtade, the Beast from Texas reduced to a barely-conscious, crippled shell of a man.] DS: Here is your winner... LUKE KIIIIIINSEEYYY!!! [BIG FACE POP! Many of the fans have overcome their shock to show their appreciation for Kinsey, but the man himself just continues to stare down at his fallen foe, his face solemn. He shakes his head, then drops and rolls from the ring. Fans reach out to touch him or slap hands, but he slowly walks up the aisle, his eyes never leaving the ground in front of him.] LVK: Chris Courtade's career is over. I can hardly believe I just said those words, but the wrestling career of the Legend Killer is done. RP: DAMN RIGHT! LVK: For all he's done. For all the misery he's caused, for all the people he's put in hospital, I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness at all of this. To see Chris Courtade _refuse_ to stay down, even when his leg was hideously broken.... whether you love him or hate him, we've witnessed the end of undoubtedly _the_ toughest man to _ever_ step foot in a wrestling ring. RP: Damn you Van Keel. Can't you just hate him? Can't you be happy that someone's finally finished him off? LVK: I wish I could Rick, I really wish I could. [Kinsey has stopped in the aisle, and continues to stare back at the ring, where EMTs are tending to Courtade.] LVK: Many people doubted that Luke Kinsey would have what it takes to end the career of a man like Chris Courtade. They thought that when it came down to the crunch, he wouldn't possess the guts... the _backbone_ to get it done. RP: Well, he showed all of them, didn't he? LVK: Yes he did. But at what cost? At what cost to this young man's mental state? Luke Kinsey may have put some of his personal demons to rest by beating Courtade here tonight, but to do so he had to embrace a moment of... pure darkness. [The camera has closed in on Kinsey as he stares down at the ring, and his blank, remorseful expression suddenly melts... ...into a smile.] [And we fade to black.] (c) RCW Productions, 2004.