[The RCW logo flashes up on screen for a couple of seconds, before fading away. Then the black screen fades...] [We open to a shot of a door backstage at the Fleet Center. There is a sign on the door that reads "Outlaws", and another (handwritten) one that reads "Do Not Enter Unless You Enjoy Hospital Food". Walking into view is one-half of said Outlaws, Brent Maverick. He's already geared up and ready to go, clad in the trademark black duster, black hat, and white gunbelt which he's not worn in years. The broad-shouldered man has scruffy short dark-brown hair, a fuzzy mustache, and two days worth of stubble on his prominent square jaw. He casts a distrustful glance around him before noticing something about the door.] BM: Thought I left this door locked... an' I know Holliday ain't here yet... [Brent pulls a length of chain from inside his duster, and kicks the door open! He rushes forward a step into the small room before stopping short at the sight of his wife. Jackie Mueller, a pretty woman with curly brown hair who wears a white blouse and skirt, doesn't even flinch.] JM: You are, beyond question, the most paranoid man I've ever seen aside from your partner. BM: OH! Hey, ya shouldn't be here! What'd I tell ya about bein' anywhere near this business?! Yer a target here! JM: I know, I know, I'll be leaving shortly after we talk. I wanted to wait until tonight to tell you this. [Brent stiffens visibly, as if he's afraid of some horrible news.] JM: No, no, hopefully, you'll like what I have to tell you. For a month now, you've run around and played Mr. Macho because some nearsighted twit kicked me. Then you went and did worse, you nearsighted twit, but anyway, I like to let you do that sort of thing because it makes you feel good. Too few things do anymore. BM: Jackie, I have meant every word I've said! JM: I know. You're a responsible man, Brent, and for years you've put your responsibilities ahead of everything else. You've worked hard, built a business, and provided for your family. But you've not been happy. BM: Whatdya mean by that?! Jackie, I love you and I love my kids! I... JM: Oh, I know, I know, that's why you stopped doing what made you happy and started doing what made you miss it. I've come here to tell you that you don't have to do that! I want the man I married back, Brent. He was everything you are, but he was happy. I mean, really, you weren't going to shoot Dan Thomas; you wanted to beat him up, because it was a perfectly valid excuse to beat somebody up! Oh, I know you were doing it to make your point... some sort of male thing, I've learned to live with that... but you can't deny that part of you missed THIS. [Jackie punctuates the word "this" by pointing down at the arena floor.] BM: Ya know I do, but my sons... JM: ...will be just fine, because they're just like their father. They're not infants anymore, and Matthew will soon be in school. I can manage raising them, Brent... it's not like you're home much anyway. You get home for more than four hours at a time, you start thinking that there's something somewhere you need to be doing. When you were wrestling, it took up enough of your time to keep you occupied. Home, you have three jobs and you still practically bounce off of walls when you don't have anything to do. You'll be home enough to let them know right from wrong, and it's not like I'm not capable of doing that myself. BM: So, yer sayin'... JM: I'm saying, that these past weeks, since you knew that you'd be doing this, I've seen that glint in your eyes come back. The "oh, boy, next Sunday I get to drop some fool on his head, I can't wait" glint. You've been happy. And making a very, very bad attempt to not let me see it. Brent, that's why you've always buried your wrestling gear in the closet, and hated talking to me about it. That's why you practically begged Ken Keening for a job running one of his schools. You've missed wrestling so much that it killed you. I never realized it until this past week, or I'd have told you this sooner. I mean, Holliday always told me that, but I've learned how far to trust him. This time, though, he was right. You should go back. Get it out of your system. BM: Now, look. I don' know why ya waited until NOW ta tell me that, because that's an awful lot ta digest. We'll have to think about it, discuss it more... JM: I know you better than that. You don't wait for anything if you think the time is right. That's why I'm telling you this now. Now, I'll be at the hotel. Try not to fall off of anything over ten feet tall. [Jackie gives her husband a hug, and we cut away from the tender moment to see Doc Holliday, attired just as Brent is, peering in through the door from out in the hall. A lean man with shoulder-length wavy light-brown hair, Doc's got that Hannibal Smith "I love it when a plan comes together" grin on his clean-shaven, angular face. A moment later, Jackie exits the room, and Doc steps back into a shadowed corner to let her pass without seeing him. Then a voice calls out from the dressing room.] BM: MATTHEW LEE HOLLIDAY! I DON' KNOW WHERE YA ARE, BUT I KNOW YA CAN HEAR ME! IF YER NOT IN HERE IN FIVE SECONDS, I'LL HUNT YA AN' DRAG YA IN BY YER FACE! [Doc saunters in, using his mahogany hand-carved cane as if he needed it to stand, and acts surprised as Brent glares hard at him.] DH: Hey, Brent, ah jus' got in. BM: Lie once more an' ya ain't gonna fight fer no titles tanight; you gonna be fightin' fer oxygen instead. I know my wife didn't git inta a locked dressin' room alone, an' I know she didn't jus' tell me what she told me because it was all her idea. DH: Ah see no need for aggression heah, on account of ya gittin' whut ya wanted fer past on five years. BM: Just got in, but ya knew what she said. Yer a low, low man, Matt Holliday. DH: Well, now, didn't ah tell ya ah had yer best interest in mind? Now this changes ever'thang; now we kin ack-shally BE Outlaws instead of "let's go one night on principle an' not win". BM: An' somewhere, in that insane mind you got, ya think I'm gonna accept ya workin' over my wife ta git your way? DH: Naw, ah expect it'd piss ya off ta no end. Good thang she tol' ya today, when they's Dan Thomas an' Andy Sterlin' an' six othah tag teams ta let it out on. Ah have always appreciated good timin'. BM: ...specially yer own. DH: Now, ah been snoopin' ta fin' out thet mystery team, an' ah got leads... BM: GODDAMN IT, HOLLIDAY! DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! YA WORKED ME, YA WORKED JACKIE, AN' SEEIN' HOW YOU SENT US THEM TICKETS INNA FIRST PLACE, I SUSPECT YA WORKED US FROM TH' VERY START! DH: Ah repeat thet ah see no need for aggression heah, on account of ya gittin' whut ya wanted fer past on five years; otherwise ah neither confirm nor deny. Now les' close this door on account of somebody might be listenin' in... BM: Oh, this changes everything alright... [The door shuts, cutting off the snooping camera, as the camera fades to black again...] ========================== RCW Presents: GLORY Free For All pre-game show ========================== [We fade up from black to the inside of the Fleet Center in Boston, as a huge cheer goes up. The camera pans around the excited fans, before zooming in on the ring, where we see backstage interviewer Gina Sarrazin, dressed in a sheer, tight black dress, and RCW President Jim Catanzaro, in a dark suit and tie. Gina and Jim smile as the chant starts up...] *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!* [Catanzaro has to yell to be heard over the chant, which quickly dies down as the boss's words are carried over the PA.] JC: Hello everyone, and welcome to the Fleet Center in Boston, home of the World Series champion Boston Red Sox! [MASSIVE CHEAP POP!!] JC: I'm Jim Catanzaro, and this is Gina Sarrazin... [Goddamn-she's-fine POP!] JC: ...and we welcome you along to the Free For All portion of our night's event, where over the next half an hour we'll be counting down to the biggest pay-per-view event of the year, GLORY! [POP!] GS: That's right Jim. We've got two matches lined up before the pay-per-view gets underway, plus we'll be hearing from several of the superstars who are going to be taking part in Glory. JC: Remember fans, if you haven't already done it, then you need to contact your cable provider and order Glory. Trust me, you won't want to miss a second of the pay-per-view, with great matches like the Unholy War for the vacant World tagteam belts... [POP!] JC: Martinez and Valentine battling for the River City title... [POP!] JC: Shock and Kujawa going to war over the Super J-Crown... [WORKRATE POP!] JC: Great superstars like Tommy Stephens, Danny Chayne, Mark Langseth, Griffin James, Alex Ripley and Colby Greene! [POP!] JC: And of course, the match that has the entire wrestling world on the edge of their seats, the World title three-way featuring Juan Vasquez, Luke Kinsey and Shane Destiny! [MASSIVE POP!] JC: So to those of you watching at home, if you haven't already done it, you need to ring your pay-per-view provider right _now_ and get hooked up! Well Gina, it's time for us to head to the back and get ready for Glory, so let's throw it over to our esteemed broadcast team, Larry Van Keel and Rick Perle! [HUGE POP! The camera pans over to Larry and Rick at ringside...] LVK: Thanks Jim. Rick, how good is it to be right here in Boston, knowing that in just under half an hour Glory is finally going to arrive and blow the damn roof off this place? RP: To be honest Van Keel, I've got butterflies in my stomach. But yeah, it's gonna be great. _Beyond_ great. And how lucky are these fans here in Beantown? Back in October they got to see their boys end 86 years of misery, and tonight they get to see the best damn wrestlers in the world at the peak of their game. LVK: I'd say the only thing that could make this night any better for the fans here in Boston is if we organised a public stoning of a Yankees fan right here in the ring. Heh. RP: Holy crap, Van Keel made a funny! LVK: Cut it out Rick. Well... hey, would you look at this! [The camera swings around to show former RCW wrestler Tommy Wyldside, dressed in a dark blue RCW t-shirt and jeans. He pulls up a seat, and pulls on a headset.] LVK: Tommy Wyldside! Great to see you! TW: Great to see you too Larry. Hey Rick. RP: Hey. LVK: Fans'll remember Tommy from his days as an active wrestler here in RCW, but these days of course, you're running the River City Wrestling School down in St Louis. TW: I sure am Lar. Having a ball too, helping the kids get the training they need to bust into the bigtime. Which is why I'm out here actually. LVK: Ah, our first match. A 12-man battle royal featuring a whole range of independent wrestlers, including some of the young men from the St Louis dojo. TW: Right. I figured I'd come out here and give you guys a hand on commentary for the match. LVK: Great! Your knowledge of these young men is obviously a lot greater than mine or Rick's. RP: Wait, we have a wrestling school? LVK: I rest my case. Let's send it to the ring, and the venerable David Stokes! [Cut to the ring, where David Stokes stands all spiffy and shiny in his tuxedo.] DS: The following contest is a 12-man over-the-top battle royal. Two men will start, with a new wrestler added every minute, with eliminations by way of being thrown over the top rope to the floor! [Pop!] [A few seconds later "7 Words" by The Deftones begins to play.] #Shut up you don't know me# #Shut up you don't know me# *SCRATCH!* [Then the song's distorted-metal-with-screaming-vocals chorus kicks in.] #Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck# #Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck, your f*$ing money# #Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck# #Suck Suck Suck Suck it bitch# [The one and only Karl "Grizzly" Gammond steps out of the entranceway, and stops at the top of the ramp. He wears a black "Rebels Without Applause" t-shirt and black jean shorts. His long brown hair is tied back in a ponytail. A moderate pop goes up as Gammond walks down the aisle and climbs into the ring.] DS: Introducing, the first competitor... from St Louis, Missouri... here is... GRIZZLY GAMMOOOOOOOOND!! [Gammond climbs into the ring and thrusts an arm into the air.] LVK: Tommy, your old Rebels Without Applause teammate. TW: Yup, and one of the head trainers down at the dojo. Karl didn't have much luck in the draw by the looks of things. [Then "If you think I'm sexy" by Rod Stewart starts to play, and out walks a large man. We're talking obese, fat, round... and what makes it worse is that this overweight guy is dressed like a Chippendale dancer, with a G-string and bow tie. Some of the fans laugh, while a few of the women dry reach.] RP: Sweet Jesus! It's Hopper! Hopper's back! LVK: That's not Chris Hopper Rick. RP: It isn't? I was just going to say how it's good to see he lost some weight. [The fat guy gyrates down the aisle, climbing into the ring and doing another dance that's probably supposed to be sexy, but is the very opposite.] DS: Next... from Buffsville, USA... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone... HANK BUUUUUUUUUFF! [A few people boo, but mostly there's silence.] TW: One half of the tagteam Buff Enough, and let me tell you guys, you _don't_ want to be in the catering area when the Buffs are in there. It's not pretty. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + FREE FOR ALL: + + + + Rookie Rumble + + + + Written by Fletcha + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ *DING DING!* LVK: There's the bell, and here we go! [Buff attacks, driving his forearm into the back of Gammond's head a few times, then trying to whip him into the ropes. Gammond blocks it though, and sends Buff for the ride. Buff jogs across the ring, taking a few seconds to reach the ropes, softly rebounding, then stopping and doubling over, gasping for breath.] RP: Oh brother. [The fans crack up, but Gammond isn't impressed. He shakes his head, then walks over to Buff and driving an elbow down into the back of his head. Big Grizz backs Buff back into the corner, and then fires off a chop...] *SMAAAACK!!* [...the impact of which sends Hank Buff's mass of blubbery fat into a jiggle. Gammond stares, as if in a trance...] TW: Uh oh! Grizz is mesmerised by the jiggle! LVK: OH! And Buff takes advantage with a thumb to the eye! [Boo! Buff leaves Gammond clutching at his eye, and goes running across the ring. This time he doesn't even make it to the ropes, stopping short and then slumping against the top strand, gasping for breath.] RP: This guy has no business being in a ring! [Suddenly we hear David Stokes...] DS: The next competitor in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["If you think I'm sexy" starts up again, and out of the entranceway walks a guy dressed just like Hank Buff, but his bow-tie is red instead of gold.] DS: The next competitor... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone... BILLY JOE BUFF! LVK: I'm assuming this is the other half of Buff Enough? TW: Right you are. They sure got lucky in the random drawing! RP: Unlike those of us having to watch this crap. [Billy Joe tries to roll into the ring under the bottom rope, but his volumnuous ass gets wedged. He pushes, pushes... and then over comes Hank Buff, reaching down and grabbing hold of one of his tagteam partner's arms, and pulling with all of his... uh... mass. Finally Billy Joe comes through, and climbs to his feet, both men panting and gasping for breath.] LVK: I don't like the chances of either Buff surviving until the end of this match. RP: I'll be surprised if one of them doesn't keel over from a heart attack in the next 20 seconds. [Having regained their breath a bit, the Buffs charge at Gammond, punching and kicking away at him, before sending the former Gateway champion into the ropes....] TW: DOUBLE PUDGY ARM LARIAT! LVK: No! Gammond ducked! [Grizz rebounds, the two fat guys slowly turning around as Gammond comes charging back...] *SMAACK-SMAACK-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [Pop!] LVK: Double lariat from Gammond, and down go both Buffs! RP: They'll need a forklift to get back up! TW: Yeah, but how's anyone gonna get them up and over the top rope? LVK: Good question! [A question that is answered as Hank Buff climbs back to his feet, and is grabbed by the back of the head by Gammond, who sends him up and over the top strand...] *THWAAAPP!!* [Pop!] LVK: Hmmm, I guess that answered our question. Hank Buff is the first man eliminated! [Gammond starts to pull Billy Joe up to his feet, but suddenly a chubby arm comes crushing up between his legs...] *OOPH!* [Mild heel pop!] LVK: Low blow by Billy Joe Buff! [Billy Joe climbs back to his feet, and backs into the ropes, gaining a bit of momentum, before coming charging at Gammond, thrusting out his mammoth gut...] *SMAAACKKK-THUUUDDDD!!* TW: LARI-FAT! RP: You've got to be kidding me. DS: The next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Wings of a Dream" by EdGuy starts to play, and out of the entranceway comes running a smallish guy dressed in a silver and black full body suit and black mask, which sports silver flames and black mirrored eye pieces.] DS: Next... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone... SKY SUPREEEEEEEEEEEEME!! [Supreme is down to the ring in a flash, and up on the apron. As Buff looks around to see what's going on, Supreme springboards in...] [...doing a forward flip through the air...] *SMAAAACKKK-THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dropping Buff with a somersault lariat! HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: WOW! What a way to enter the match! TW: I tell you guys, Sky Supreme and his sometimes tagteam partner Grand Dragon are _mega_ talented kids! [Supreme runs into the ropes as Buff climbs to his feet, the masked luchador launching into the air, and flying across the ring...] LVK: CROSS BODY- *SMAAAACKKKKK-THUUUUDDDD!!* RP: SWEET JESUS! He _bounced_ off the fat guy! TW: Deploy blubber shields! [As Sky Supreme lies on the mat, shocked and winded, Gammond and Buff start going back at it, swinging punches. Gammond pushes Buff towards the ropes, but Buff holds on tight, refusing to be eliminated. He fires a back elbow into Grizz's face, then scoops him up and slams him to the mat, before running into the ropes, and coming rebounding off into a big splash...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [Disbelief pop!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! He _crushed_ Grizzly Gammond! RP: Somebody get a spatula to peel the poor bastard off the canvas! [Buff climbs up, leaving Gammond coughing and gagging as he rolls onto his side in obvious pain. But then Sky Supreme comes charging back in...] *THWAACK-THUUUUDDDD!!* [..dropping Buff with a dropkick.] DS: The next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Gasoline" by Audioslave starts to play, and out of the back walks a guy with short black hair and a goatee, wearing black full-length trunks and red and black MMA-type gloves and boots.] DS: Next... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone... LAMONT JOOOOOOOOOOONES!! [Jones climbs through the ropes, as Sky Supreme comes charging over to him. Jones reverses a whip into the ropes, yanking Supreme back in towards him...] *THWACK-THUUDDD!* [...and drilling the luchador with a kick that comes sweeping around backwards, the back of his calf muscle connecting with Supreme's throat, dropping him instantly! STIFF SHOT POP!] RP: Holy schnikies! TW: Lamont Jones is one helluva wrestler, and he kicks harder than just about anyone I've seen... but his attitude leaves a lot to be desired. [Supreme climbs up onto one knee, and Jones lines him up, then...] *THWAAACK!!* [...kicks him straight in the face! HUGE STIFFNESS POP!!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! [Supreme looks to be out cold on his knees, but he's dragged up to his feet, and Jones runs towards the ropes, leaping up onto the middle strand and springboarding into the air, where he turns around in mid-flight, before rolling forward...] *THWAAAAAACKKKK-THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...his right boot coming down on the top of Sky Supreme's head, flattening him like a shotgun blast with a springboard kouppo kick!] [MASSIVE STIFFNESS POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! TW: That's the Black Dragon Kick! One of the most devastating moves in all of wrestling! LVK: Sky Supreme is like a rag doll in Lamont Jones hands as he drags him up... *THWAAPP!!* LVK: And tosses him out! DS: Next eliminated... SKY SUPREME! RP: Man, that was brutal! [Gammond and Buff are going at it on the other side of the ring, and Jones joins in, kicking away at Gammond as Buff punches Grizz. Buff lifts Gammond up in a bodyslam lift, but holds him with his head sticking out, as Jones runs to the corner, climbing to the top and then leaping off...] *THWAAACK-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and coming down with a scissor kick across the back of Gammond's head, Buff dropping him facefirst with the impact! Nice move pop!] LVK: And now Jones and Buff are combining forces to work on Grizzly Gammond! RP: What a team. The Karate Kid and the Michelin Man! DS: Next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [Fast-paced J-Pop music starts to play, and out of the entranceway runs a Japanese wrestler wearing red and white trunks with white boots, cleanshaven and with shortish hair.] DS: Next... representing Dream Fujin... TORNADO JINTEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII!!! [A few fans cheer, obviously puro fans. JINTEI sprints down to the ring, jumps up onto the apron, and then springboards in...] *THWACK-THWACK-THUUUDDDDDDD!!* [...getting great height before bringing one foot down on Buff's chest, and one on Jones' chest, at the same time, dropping them both with a double springboard dropkick. He kips up to his feet, as a BIG FACE POP rings out!] LVK: Tornado JINTEI entering the match with impact! TW: JINTEI's from Dream Fujin, the Japanese promotion run by my old buddy Billy Thomas. Billy tells me this kid's going to be one of the greats. [Jones rolls back to his feet, and is pushed into the ropes by JINTEI, who unloads with a knifeedge chop. He fires off another, but Jones shrugs it off, swapping positions by angrily pushing JINTEI against the ropes and then firing off a flurry of chops, finishing with a _stiff_ overhand chop to the side of the neck, which drops JINTEI instantly!] RP: Lesson number one - don't try to match martial arts with Lamont Jones! TW: Yeah, no kidding. [Before Jones can follow up, Gammond slams him from behind, then grabs him by the legs, lifting him up and over...] [...but Jones slides down onto the apron, and scurries under the bottom rope. Disappointment pop!] LVK: Close call there for Lamont Jones! [Gammond starts to stomp away at Jones, but gets blindsided by Billy Joe Buff, who whips Gammond into the ropes, Grizz rebounding back and ducking under Buff's punch...] *THWAACK-THUUUUDDD!!* [...but getting levelled by a spin kick from JINTEI! Pop!] LVK: This is getting crazy, with four men in there! [JINTEI turns and sees Billy Joe Buff running towards the ropes, so fires off a dropkick...] *THWAACK!!* *THWAAAPPPPP!!* [Pop!] LVK: Dropkick sends Billy Joe Buff out! DS: Eliminated... BILLY JOE BUFF! [Pop!] DS: Next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [There's no music, but out of the entranceway comes jogging a guy in a blue outfit and helmet remeniscent of the video game character Megaman.] DS: Next... representing the Professional Wrestling Independent Network... MEGAMAAAAAAAAAAAASK!!* [Pop!] LVK: Wow! I didn't realise we'd be having representation from P*WIN, that great East Coast independent league! TW: Well Lar, we _do_ have close ties with P*WIN these days, what with them defending the RCW Mid Atlantic title. LVK: Of course. [Megamask slides into the ring and ducks under a kick from Jones, before unleashing an openhanded finger thrust, that catches Lamont right in the temple, dropping him to the mat! Shock pop!] TW: That's the move he calls the Plasma Cannon, and that might have put Lamont Jones away! [But before Megamask can follow up...] *SMAAAAACK-THUUUUDDDD!!* [...he is dropped by a lariat from JINTEI!] LVK: OH! Lariat from JINTEI, and now he whips Megamask into the ropes- [Megamask rebounds and is backdropped into the air by JINTEI. However, he flips over in mid-air, coming down on the shoulders of Gammond...] *THUUUDDDDD!!* LVK: HURACANRANA!! TW: That was awesome! [Megamask is back up to his feet in a flash, and sent into the ropes by JINTEI, who leapfrogs, then spins as Megamask rebounds...] *THUUUDDDD!!* LVK: Japanese armdrag by JINTEI! *THUUUDDDD!!* LVK: And another! [JINTEI goes for a third, but Megamask dives over him, rolling back to his feet, but not seeing that Jones is back to his feet, and now charging at him...] *THWAAACKK-THUUUDD!!* [STIFFNESS POP!!] RP: SWEET MERCY! LVK: Bonecrunching Yakuza kick by Lamont Jones! My God, what impact! [Jones picks up Megamask and throws him over the top rope...] [...but Megamask holds on, refusing to go out!] DS: Next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Technosexual" by Escape from Yesterday starts to play, and out walks an olive-skinned young man who's dressed very fashionably, with highlights in his hair, and a disdainful look on his face.] DS: Next... representing Tri-State Internet Wrestling... CHO'KARIM LUTANIIIIIICAAAAAA!! [Clearly some of the fans here in the Fleet Center have made the trip up from Pennsylvania or New Jersey, because a mixed pop goes up for Lutanica.] LVK: Wow, I'm impressed! Not only GWZ and Dream Fujin guys, but P*WIN, and now TIW! TW: For those who don't know, TIW is a great little independent promotion operating out of the tri state area. [Lutanica climbs through the ropes, and right away is met by Gammond. But Lutanica blocks a punch, and unloads with a simple, but hard slap to the veteran's face! Gammond brings a hand up to his face, a look of disbelief on his face, but that quickly melts into a growl of anger. Lutanica realises he's made a mistake, his eyes growing wide as he's grabbed by Grizz's meaty hands, and backed into a corner, the bigger man unloading with a series of punches! Face pop!] LVK: Hmmm, I don't think Lutanica should have done that! TW: Grizzly's gone wild! Somebody call the park ranger! RP: You're so lame. [Across the ring, JINTEI and Megamask are trying their best to push Lamont Jones out over the top, but Jones holds onto the top strand for dear life, then brings his right heel down on Megamask's head _hard_, and does the same to JINTEI! He grabs JINTEI and flings him over the top...] [...but JINTEI falls onto the apron. Jones rushes over, and JINTEI rams his shoulder through the ropes into Jones' gut, then slingshots him, flipping over onto his feet. Jones spins around, but before JINTEI can do anything, Megamask launches at him, taking him down with flying headscissors!] DS: Next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Paradise City" by Guns n Roses starts to play, and out runs a luchador with his torso bare and gold trunks, wearing a black and gold mask that looks kind of like a dragon... well, kind of... *cough*Ultimodragonripoff*cough*.] DS: Next... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone... GRAND DRAAAAAAAGOOOOOONNNN!!! [A small pop goes up as Dragon slides into the ring, and blocks a punch from Megamask, grabbing him by the head in a sideheadlock, then pushing into the air and spinning around, as if going for a tornado DDT, but as he spins in a circle, his kicking feet smack Gammond in the face, then JINTEI, then Lutanica...] *THUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...before completing the tornado DDT on Megamask! BIG POP!!] LVK: WOW! WHAT A MOVE!! [Grand Dragon returns to his feet, and runs at the ropes, but in a flash Lamont Jones is back to his feet and charging over. As Dragon hits the ropes backfirst, Jones leaps...] *THWAAACKK!!!* [...the roundhouse kick catching Dragon right in the face, and sending him tumbling over the top rope...] *THWAAAPPPP!!* [...and to the floor! Shock pop!] DS: Eliminated is... GRAND DRAGON! LVK: Well, that was a short stay! RP: I guess he ain't so _grand_. [Jones goes back to fighting with Megamask, as JINTEI battles Lutanica, and Gammond catches his breath in a corner. Lutanica then walks over to Megamask, and the P*WIN wrestler lashes out with a kick, but Lutanica catches the boot, then wrenches him to the mat with a dragonscrew legwhip, before hastily applying a figure four leglock!] TW: Look at that! Lutanica's got a figure four on Megamask! LVK: Why? Submissions don't count! RP: Because Van Keel! It'll wear down the other guy, and think about it - you can't be tossed over the top rope with your legs all tangled up with another wrestler! LVK: That's true. [Megamask yells in pain, then tries to turn over the figure four, but Lutanica prevents him from doing so. However, Lutanica can't do anything but take it as JINTEI runs at the ropes, springboarding off the middle strand....] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and springboarding onto Lutanica with LA QUEBRADA!] LVK: OH! THAT'S ONE WAY TO BREAK IT UP!! DS: Next competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Revenga" by System of a Down starts to play, and out of the entranceway runs a young man with short cropped hair and a toned body, wearing dark green trunks and white boots.] DS: Next... representing Gateway Wrestling Zone _and_ Dream Fujin... DARIEN HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!! [Hawk slides into the ring, and gets into it right away with Jones.] TW: Darien's been wrestling over in Japan in recent weeks, and from all accounts has been very impressive. I hear the Japanese fans have taken to him in a big way. Also of note is that he and Tornado JINTEI have developed into something of a tagteam in Dream Fujin, so we could see them working together in this match. LVK: We've got six men in the match for the first time! [Hawk and Jones trade blows, as Lutanica has paired off with JINTEI and Gammond battles Megamask. JINTEI boots Lutanica in the gut, then ducks in behind, before leaping up onto his shoulders. But Lutanica quickly bends forward, letting JINTEI drop to his feet in front of him, and in a flash Lutanica slaps on a cobra clutch, then lifts...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...dropping him in a forward suplex!] LVK: OH! What a move! TW: He calls that the Last Rapture! [Across the ring, Hawk knocks Jones down with a kneelift, then finds Megamask sprinting at him. Near the ropes, Hawk hooks one of Megamask's arms, and lifts him up and over...] *THWAAAPPPPPP!!!* [...hiptossing him out! A split second later Lutanica sends JINTEI over the top rope on the other side of the ring...] *THWAAPPP!!* [POP!] LVK: There goes Tornado JINTEI and Megamask in quick succession! TW: We're down to four! DS: Next competitor in... 5... RP: Not for long! DS: 4... 3... 2... 1... ["Thrash Attack" by Destruction starts to play. Out walks a biggish man with short white hair and a white beard, dressed in a white fur coat. He takes off the coat to reveal a white wifebeater and white trunks as he climbs into the ring.] DS: Next... representing TIW... THE POLAR BEAR STUUUUUUUUUUUDD!! [He climbs in and is met by Hawk...] *THAAACK-THUUDD!!* LVK: Headbutt drops Darien Hawk! *THAACKK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: ANOTHER ONE SENDS LUTANICA DOWN! *THWAACKK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: AND JONES GETS THE SAME!! [BIG POP!! The Polar Bear Stud finds Gammond in front of him, the two biggest men in the ring staring each other down!] TW: THE POLAR BEAR STUD AND GRIZZLY GAMMOND!! I SAW THIS LAST WEEK ON "WHEN ANIMALS ATTACK"!! [The Stud drives a headbutt into Gammond, but Gammond no sells it, growling back at him, then firing in one of his own, which the Stud likewise refuses to sell, offering his own menacing growl. BIG POP!!] LVK: THE TWO BIG MEN ARE- [But then Gammond charges in, lariating the Stud, sending both of them up and out...] *THWAA-THWAAAAPPPP!!* [Surprise pop!] LVK: WHOA! They're both out! DS: Eliminated... GRIZZLY GAMMOND and THE POLAR BEAR STUD! [The two big men climb to their feet at ringside, angry growls on their faces, looking ready to resume their battle. But they stop, and Gammond grins, making the old "beer drinking" arm movement. The Stud suddenly smiles and nods... and the two men leave together, smiling and sharing stories! POP!] RP: Wha..? LVK: It looks like Grizzly Gammond has made a friend! TW: More like a drinking buddy. And I know how much Grizz can put away, so I hope The Polar Bear Stud's up for some serious embibing. RP: Goldilocks, if you're in town tonight, stay the hell away from the bars. DS: Next, and final, competitor in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [The theme music from Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger, the Japanese version of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, starts to play, and out walks a guy dressed in a black Power Ranger outfit.] DS: Next... representing P*WIN... MAMMOTH RAAAANGEEEEEEEEER!! [Mammoth Ranger strikes a pose, hands on hips, then suddenly sprints down to the ring, sliding in... right into a huge kick from Lamont Jones! SHOCK POP!] RP: Welcome to the ring punkhead! LVK: And so we have our final four - Lamont Jones, Darien Hawk, Mammoth Ranger and Cho'Karim Lutanica! [Jones pushes Ranger into the ropes and starts chopping away at him, as Hawk and Lutanica battle on the other side of the ring. Jones pummels Ranger with kicks, then hooks him in an inverted facelock, and lifts. But Ranger flips right over, landing on his feet behind Jones and hooking his head, reversing the inverted facelock, then dropping to one knee, and inverted DDTing him onto the knee! POP!] LVK: What a move by Mammoth Ranger! TW: Forget the goofy outfit, there's a good wrestler under there! [Ranger leaves Jones flat on his back and runs at the ropes, but rebounds...] *THUUUDDDD!!* [...only to be taken to the mat by a Lutanica drop toehold! He quickly slaps on a crossface like hold, but Hawk comes charging over leaping into the air and bringing an elbow down...] *SMAAACK-THUUDDD!!* [...only for Lutanica to roll out of the way, so Hawk elbowdrops Mammoth Ranger! Lutanica drags Hawk up, sends him into the ropes, and Hawk leapfrogs over his backdrop attempt...] *THWAAACKK-THUUUDDD!!* [...but runs right into a thrust kick from Jones! Shock pop!] LVK: My God, the action is coming thick and fast now! [Jones grabs Hawk by the hair, and throws him towards the ropes...] [...but Hawk stops himself from going out! Face pop!] LVK: Close call, but Hawk survives! [Jones is grabbed by Lutanica, who tries to throw him out. Jones does a baseball slide to stop from going out over the top, sliding to the floor. Lutanica is kicked in the gut by Mammoth Ranger, who tries to throw him out...] [...but Lutanica stops himself by grabbing the ropes. Mammoth Ranger charges, and is backdropped...] *THWAAPPPPP!!!* [...out to the floor!] DS: Eliminated... MAMMOTH RANGER! LVK: And then there were three! [Hawk aims a superkick at Lutanica, who ducks it, and then hooks Hawk in a cobra clutch, lifting....] *THUUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and driving him down into the mat!] TW: LAST RAPTURE! LVK: That's the second time he's nailed that move! [Lutanica climbs back to his feet, but doesn't see Jones climbing up onto the apron from the outside. Jones lines him up, but _he_ doesn't see Hawk rolling to his hands and knees in front of him. Lutanica turns around slowly, and Jones slingshots himself up into a springboard....] [...as Hawk rockets up to his feet, then leaps into the air...] *THWAAACKKKK!!* [...his feet driving into Jones' chest at the moment of the springboard...] *THWAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!* [...sending Jones crashing to the floor! HUGE FACE POP!] DS: Eliminated... LAMONT JONES! LVK: Wow! What a great move by Darien Hawk! TW: Just two left! It'll be Hawk or Lutanica walking away victorious here tonight! [Hawk is caught offguard by a clubbing forearm from Lutanica, who then looks to apply the cobra clutch...] LVK: He's going for another Last Rapture! [But Hawk breaks free, ducking under and popping up behind Lutanica. In a flash he hooks him and lifts belly to back style, but then takes a couple of steps forward...] *OOOPHH!!* [...and drops him crotchfirst on the top rope! Lutanica straddles the ropes, mouth open in pain, and Hawk backs up, then fires a dropkick...] *THWAAACKKK!!* *THWAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!* *DING DING DING!!* LVK: There goes Lutanica, and the match is over! TW: Great work by Darien Hawk! Wow, this was so cool to be able to see these young guys all competing on the biggest stage in the sport. [Hawk has his arm raised.] DS: Here is your winner... DARIEN HAWK! [Polite applause greets the announcement.] LVK: Fans, you've just seen a glimpse of the future of the sport, with 12 of the best young up-and-comers in action. And we're only just getting started! Remember, if you haven't already done so, call your cable provider _now_ and get hooked up for Glory! [Fade out.] [The scene opens on a closeup of former RCW Tag Team Champion "Showtime" Rick Marley. The cruiserweight's expression is the personifcation of determination. Sweat runs down his face as he breathes slowly in...and just as slowly exhales. As the camera pans back and tilts upright, revealing Marley to be lying on a bench, doing bench presses. The steady rise and fall of the weights punctuating his dialogue.] "You'd think that a win going into Glory would mean something." [Down. Up. Hold.] "You'd think that getting one over on Landis and the Russians would be cause for some sort of celebration...it'd be a positive thing." [Down. Up. Hold.] "You'd be wrong. It means two things: Jack, and sh[BLEEP], and Jack just left town." [Down. Up. Hold.] "So that's where we stand. Bumped to the pre show. Not drawing enough attention to warrant pay per view status. Thanks for your efforts, Mr. Marley, but management feels we need to go in a new direction at this time." [Down. Up. Hold.] "And you know what the worst part of it is? It matters." [Down. Up. Hold.] "I hear all of these people saying to keep my chin up. To keep plugging away. Take care of Landis and things will fall into place." [Down. Up. Hold.] "Yeah, right." [Down. Up. Hold.] "The fact of the matter is that for whatever reason, I don't seem to be able to make the mark that I feel like I should be able to." [Down. Up. Hold.] "I step out there...never back away from a challenge. I had the tag team belts stripped from me...never lost 'em. Got hosed out of the Battle Royale for the shot at Martinez...and greener guys than me see their careers advance." [Down. Up. Hold.] "But the guy that hosed me out of that shot...HIM I can do something about." [Down. Up. Hold.] "The announcers were certainly right about one thing on the last Impact, Landis. I WAS sending a message. Doing things the safe way isn't really working. Taking care of business and being a professional isn't cutting the mustard here in the River City..." [Down. Up. Hold.] "I need to do something more. I need to prove just WHY I deserve respect." [Down. Up. Hold.] "And if the respect that I deserve isn't given to me? Well then..." [Down. Up. Hold.] "I guess I'll just have to force the issue. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more fun and games. The happy go lucky attitude may work for guys sitting on the top, but looking up from the bottom of the pecking order, I'm not seeing a whole lot to laugh about." [Down. Up. Hold.] "Lucky you. You get to be the first recipient of my bad mood." [Marley drops the weights loudly into their cradle and sits up, wiping the sweat off of his face with his right hand. He stands and strides towards the showers without another word as the scene fades to black.] LVK: Alright, it's time for our next match, in which Rick Marley takes on Tom Landis. RP: All Landis was doing was keeping an eye on Colby Greene, and then Marley has get to in the way. LVK: That's hardly how it happened... Landis ended up costing Marley a shot at the River City Heavyweight title and, since then, Landis has constantly gotten involved in Marley's business. RP: And had Marley never gotten involved Landis' business, that never would have happened. LVK: Regardless of your spin on it, Rick, these two meet tonight to settle things... let's go to the ring. DS: The following contest is set for one fall! [The crowd begins to rumble with a chorus of boos as "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence begins to play over the PA system, and out from the back steps Chicago's own Tom Landis.] # Perfect by nature # # Icons of self indulgence # # Just what we all need # # More lies about a world that # [Landis walks out onto the stage and looks upon the crowd, a sneer crossing his face as both arms are raised over his head defiantly. He turns his head from left to right, mouthing off at the crowd on all sides of him.] # Never was and never will be # # Have you no shame don't you see me # # You know you've got everybody fooled # # Look here she comes now # # Bow down and stare in wonder # # Oh how we love you # # No flaws when you're pretending # # But now I know she # DS: Introducing, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty-nine pounds... "HELLRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAIIIIIISEEEEEER" TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM LAAAAAAAAAANDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS! [Landis is dressed in a pair of black full length tights with a silver diamond outline motif around the waistband, and the word "Hellraiser" written on the side of the left leg in red block writing. A pair of red boots and matching elbowpads complete his outfit, and Landis begins to stride towards the ring as the heel pops rain down from the crowd.] # Never was and never will be # # You don't know how you've betrayed me # # And somehow you've got everybody fooled # # Without the mask where will you hide # # Can't find yourself lost in your lie # [Tom heads for the ring and climbs up onto the apron, raises his arms again and basks in the hatred flowing from the crowd for a few seconds. He then ducks between the ropes and steps into the ring, walks to his corner and awaits the arrival of his opponent.] LVK: This man is not well received by these fans. RP: You think it matters to him, Larry? All that matters is winning this match and beating Marley like a red-headed stepchild. LVK: And I'm certain Marley is set on evening the score with Landis. RA: And now, his opponent... # Look# #if you had# #one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted# #in one moment Would you capture it# #or just let it slip?# #Yo# [The arena lights dim as laser lights begin to play around the roof of the arena for a five count. Suddenly, a pair of white pyro bursts set in time with the bass drum light up the entry way as the remainder of "Lose Yourself" by Eminem floods the PA system. As the audience's eyes adjust to the light level again, they see "Showtime" Rick Marley making his way to the ring. The fair skinned light heavyweight 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.] RA: He currently resides in Miami, Florida, and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds... "SHOWTIME" RIIIIIICCCCCKKKKK MAAAAAARRRRRRLLLLEEEEYYYYY!!! [Marley slaps hands with the fans at ringside until he is about 15 feet from the ring, at which point he sprints the distance, sliding under the bottom rope, striding across the squared circle to climb to the second rope in front of the announcer's table, where he raises both hands to the crowd.] LVK: Look out! Tom Landis from behind! RP: That's how you gotta get it done! [Landis attacks Marley from behind, clubbing him in the back and causing Marley to stagger off the turnbuckles as referee James Hunnicutt quickly calls for the bell. Marley starts to turn around and Landis laces into him with a series of vicious blows, trapping him in the corner.] ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + FREE FOR ALL: + + + + Rick Marley vs Tom Landis + + + + Written by Bob Morris + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ *DING DING!* LVK: Landis jumping Marley when he had his back turned to him... here's an Irish whip to the opposite corner... RP: Face-first to the buckles goes Marley! [Marley staggers out backwards as Landis grabs his opponent from behind... ____WHUUUMMMPPP!____ ...planting him into the mat with a vicious backdrop suplex!] LVK: Landis staying on the attack... look at him stomp away on Marley! RP: Landis is giving this punk Marley a wrestling lesson! LVK: Landis dragging Marley up... he's lifting him up for a suplex... ...NO! Marley sliding down behind Landis... Landis turns around... RP: Kick to the gut by Marley and... ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ LVK: DDT by Marley, and with impact! RP: Landis quickly rolling to the outside... smart move to break the momentum! [Marley attempts to go outside after Landis, but Hunnicutt cuts off Marley.] LVK: Landis shaking his head, clearly feeling the effects of that DDT. RP: Landis is now climbing to the apron... hey, keep Marley back! [Marley fires off a punch, but Landis blocks it, fires back with one of his own, and the two begin to exchange hard blows.] LVK: Hunnicutt trying to break up the two men, but he's not having any luck! RP: Landis with a hard right hand... no, Marley ducks! LVK: Shoulder to the midsection by Narley doubles Landis over! [Marley then moves a few steps back, charging forward and leaping at Landis...] ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ RP: GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST! LVK: SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! Marley takes Landis down the hard way! [HIGHSPOT POP!] RP: Marley's crazy to be attempting that... look, he may have hurt himself as well as Landis! LVK: Marley is slow to get up, but Landis is not even moving! And that gives Marley the advantage! [Marley drags Landis up to his feet, throwing him back under the ropes and into the ring, then climbing to the apron and going for the corner. As Marley climbs to the top rope, Landis slowly gets to his feet and...] ___SMAAACCCKKK!___ LVK: Marley with a FLYING BODYPRESS! RP: He's on top! ONE... TW... Landis kicks out at two! LVK: Marley not wasting any time with Landis... draggin him to his feet again! [Marley cinches up Landis in a front facelock, then grabs the tights and snaps him over with a quick snap suplex! Marley then looks to the corner and climbs once again, Landis slowly getting to his feet.] LVK: Marley leaps from the top rope and... ____WHUUUMMMPPP!___ LVK: He tries a missile dropkick, but Landis sidesteps him! RP: Big mistake by Marley! [Landis shakes off the cobwebs as Marley slowly gets to his feet, but as he does, Landis has recovered enough to nail Marley with a kneelift. He then grabs Marley and lifts him up...] ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ RP: RYE-DEEN BOMB! LVK: Marley's shoulders are down! ONE... TWO... And Marley with the kickout! RP: Landis straddles Marley... HA! Look at that vicious slap to the face! [HEEL POP!] LVK: Landis adding insult to injury as he brings Marley back to his feet... vicious right hand to the jaw of Marley! [Marley staggers backwards into the ropes as Landis moves in, firing off a vicious chop! "WOOOOOO!" Hunnicutt warns Landis to back off, but Landis pays him no mind, driving a knee into Marley's midsection before whipping him across the ring.] LVK: Marley off the ropes... back body drop... RP: WHOA! Look at that... Marley just rolled through and landed on his feet! LVK: And now Marley runs into the opposite ropes! [As Landis turns around, he takes a swing, but Marley baseball slides between Landis' legs... ...then as Landis turns around again, Marley leaps up...] ____THUUUDDD!____ LVK: MARLEY WITH A HURACANRANA! [FACE POP!] RP: GEEZUS! I can't believe he pulled that off so quickly! LVK: Landis rolling to his feet... DROPKICK by Rick Marley sends him right back to the mat! [Landis rolls to the corner, where Marley is there to meet him, firing off a vicious chop! "WOOOOOO!" Landis returns with a right hand, but Marley blocks it and returns one of his own!] LVK: Marley dragging Landis out of the corner... another right hand for good measure! RP: He's got him against the ropes... there's an Irish whip! [And Landis on the rebound is met by Marley, who leaps at him...] ___SMAAACCCKKK!____ LVK: FLYING FOREARM CONNECTS! [FACE POP!] RP: Marley running to the ropes again... GUILLOTINE LEGDROP! LVK: A cover! ONE... TWO... THR... NO! Landis with the kickout! RP: Landis better find a way to break the momentum again! Marley's on a roll! [Marley drags Landis to his feet again, firing off a boot to the midsection, then pulling him forward, attempting either a piledriver or powerbomb... ...but Landis counters it by back body dropping Marley to the canvas!] LVK: Landis leaning on the ropes to catch his breath... but Marley is back up! RP: Right hand... Landis blocks! He returns his own! [Landis follows up with a headbutt, stunning Marley, then cinches on a front facelock, hooking the leg...] ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ RP: FISHA-MAN SU-PLEX! LVK: Landis bridges! ONE... TWO... THR... No, Marley kicks out! RP: And now it's Marley's turn to roll outside the ring! [But as Marley tries to catch his breath, Landis is quick to respond, grabbing the ropes and...] ___SMAAACCCKKK!____ RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY! LVK: SLINGSHOT CLOTHESLINE BY LANDIS OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR! RP: WHAT A MOVE! [HEEL POP!] LVK: Landis straddling Marley... he's just raining fist after fist on him! RP: Hunnicutt wanting both men to get back into the ring... I say just let 'em wrestle! [Landis yanks Marley up by the hair, attempting to smash Marley headfirst into the ringpost... ...but Marley puts up a foot to block it, then fires off a fist to the midsection!] LVK: Landis tried to send Marley into the ringpost, but Marley blocked it! RP: Marley has Landis... ____SMAAACCCKKK!____ RP: Face first to the apron! [Marley grabs Landis and sends him under the ropes and into the ring, where Landis has managed to get to his feet.] LVK: Both men now exchanging blows! RP: Look at the intensity both men are firing off those blows with! LVK: Landis getting the upper hand... Marley backed into the ropes... [As Landis swings a fist, though, Marley ducks down, low bridging the top rope and causing Landis to tumble to the outside! FACE POP!] LVK: Landis falls to the floor! RP: He's getting up and... LVK: HERE COMES MARLEY! [Marley has charged to the corner, leaping up to the top rope... ...then leaping off, somersaulting in mid-air...] ___SMAAACCCKKK!___ RP: JUMPIN' JEHOSOPHAT! LVK: SOMERSAULT SUICIDE DIVE BY RICK MARLEY AND LANDIS GOES DOWN HARD! "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!" RP: That looks like it took a lot out of Marley as well! LVK: Marley grabbing Landis... drags him up and sends him back into the ring! [Marley then pauses to catch his breath, pulling himself up onto the apron and going to the corner.] LVK: Marley heading up top... what could he be setting up for? RP: Hold on... Landis is getting to his feet! [As Marley is now perched on the top rope, Landis moves quickly, leaping forward...] "OOOOOOOHHH!" LVK: LANDIS HITS THE ROPES AND CROTCHES MARLEY! RP: Now that's one way to turn the tide! [HEEL POP! Landis stops to catch his breath as Marley winces in pain, then Landis makes his move, going to the second rope and cinching Marley in a front facelock...] ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ RP: SUE-PAH-PLEX! LVK: COVER! ONE... TWO... THREE... NO, MARLEY WITH THE SHOULDER UP! [RELIEF POP!] RP: That lucky son of a... LVK: Landis looks pretty frustrated... he drags Marley up and there's a bodyslam! [Landis sneers at Marley, then goes to the corner himself, heading to the top rope.] RP: Here comes the Diamond Dust... and the end of Rick Marley! LVK: Landis up top... Marley up to his feet.... LANDIS JUMPS... ____WHUUUMMMPPP!____ LVK: NOBODY HOME! MARLEY DUCKED OUT OF THE WAY! [FACE POP!] RP: He's even luckier than I thought! LVK: Marley leaning on the ropes, catching his breath... Landis slowly getting up... [Marley, then seeing Landis out of the corner of his eye, makes his move...] LVK: CASTING CALL SUPERKICK... RP: LANDIS DUCKS! ____SMAAACCCKKK!___ LVK: ROARING ELBOW BY LANDIS! [HEEL POP!] RP: And Landis has Marley... looks like he's gonna finish this one off! [Landis snares Marley in a facelock, grabbing the tights and lifting him up...] LVK: WIDOWMAKER BRAINBUSTER BY... ...WAIT, MARLEY SLIPS OUT! [Marley quickly snares Landis in a front facelock as Landis turns around...] ___WHUUUMMMPPP!___ RP: MARLEY HITS THE LIMELIGHT! [FACE POP!] LVK: COVER! ONE... TWO... THREE... YES, IT IS! [BIG FACE POP as Rick Marley rolls to his knees to catch his breath.] RA: Here is your winner... "SHOWTIME" RIIIIIICCCCCKKKKK MAAAAAARRRRRRLLLLEEEEYYYYY!!! [Marley then slowly stands up as Marc Hunnicutt raises Marley's hand in victory. Marley soaks in some of the cheers before going to the corner, stepping to the second ropes and raising his arms victory as Landis rolls out of the ring, holding his head.] LVK: Marley secures a hard-fought victory over the veteran Tom Landis! RP: I'll give Marley credit, he certainly earned that victory. And Landis is as tough as they come. LVK: I'm sure Landis will continue to have an impact here in RCW, but right now, it's Marley's moment in the spotlight. [The scene fades into HERO Ishikawa's lockeroom. He sits, getting ready for his match... ...when there is a knock at the door.] HERO: Say whaaaaaa? [HERO paces over, turns the knob and opens the door to see, standing in front of him, hand on hips none other than his unlikely tag team partner for the evening, one Jamie Underwood.] JU: Konnichiwa! [Unimpressed with what he sees, Jamie looks the colorful Japanese superstar up and down, shaking his head in the process.] JU: God damn. You _ARE_ a freak! [With that out the way, Jamie barges past his slightly smaller partner and into the dressing room. Making himself at home, Jamie plants himself down, back against a locker, feet up across a bench. He then reaches over and grabs a handful of chips that are placed in a mini bowl. Whilst munching away, Jamie begins.] JU: You know, when I first heard the news that I'd have to share the ring with you, I was ecstatic. I felt a sudden urge of excitement rush through my body. It seemed that Jim Cata-whatever, and his crony friends had finally pulled their fingers out their backsides and made a decent decision. [Jamie takes another handful, crunches away, then swallows. He continues.] JU: Indeed, it appeared as though I was gonna get some retribution. As the saying goes, 'Revenge is a bitch' and buddy, tonight, you were set to become _my_ bitch! [HERO rolls his eyes, but manages to hold his tongue.] JU: But no. Yet again, the RCW has outdone itself in its' evergrowing department of stupidity, and has instead decided to put you and me, in the same ring, on the same _team_, in a tag match! [Jamie gets up to his feet and paces over to face HERO.] JU: Tell me Sushi Warrior, what the hell's that all about, huh? [With Underwood all up in his grill, HERO takes a step back...wait, no he doesn't. He stands right there, scrunching his nose before turning around, rolling his eyes out of Underwood's sight.] HERO: The seriouslyness... who eats chips before a match? [His usual smug self, HERO leans against a wall, smiling.] JU: Uh... What? [HERO continues smiling.] JU [to himself]: Man, where's the subtitles when you need 'em? [Being that it's such a small room and HERO is standing right THERE, he hears.] HERO: OH HO! Joke about me being Japanese and speaking the bad English. Ho! New one is there! Let me quote someone Jamie. [Ahem.] HERO: Well... the kind of quoting kind of because I will change words. So there. [Re-Ahem.] HERO: Ha ha ha! Oh gosh that so funny! You is really funny! Do you to write your own material? Do you? Because that is so fresh. You are the guy who doesn't speak English, I need a subtitle. You know, I've, I've never heard anyone make that joke before. Hmm. You're the first. I've never heard anyone reference, reference that other then you before. Because that's what is funny to say when peoplpe can't talk the English you do the subtitled right? Isn't it? I the need subtitles. And, and yet you've taken that and used it to go the to insult me in this everyday situation. God what a clever, smart Jamie Underwood you must be, to come up with a joke like that all by yourself. That's so fresh too. Any, any Titanic jokes you want to throw at me too as long as we're hitting these phenom... phenome.. that at the height of their popularity. God you're so funny! [HERO's smile during this quote... vanishes!] HERO: Family Guy... Stewie Griffin... bitch. [Taken off-guard a little, Jamie smirks.] JU: Very good, HERO. Bravo, bravo. [Mocking applause.] JU: Why don't you humor me some more. Word of warning, though; you'll have to shout. I might not be able to hear you over those pants. [Jamie looks down at them with a look of disdain. HERO looks down, mouthing "But they're blue" to himself.] JU: Yuck. [He focuses back on HERO himself.] JU: You wanna hear something funny? HERO: Be my guest. JU: Okay, check this out... [Jamie clears his throat.] JU: What did the left testicle say to the right testicle? HERO: ... [Jamie shrugs.] JU: I dunno, but they were both talking bollocks. HERO: ... [Jamie nods, grinning from ear to ear.] JU: FHM Magazine... Josh from Baltimore... beeyotch. [HERO refuses to say a thing. He got the joke. The joke sucked.] JU: In any event, back to business. And the question remains... Are you ready? [HERO attempts to speak, but Jamie cuts him off.] JU: Because I've been doing some extra weight training over the past week or so. Let's face it, HERO, I had to didn't I? Seeing as how I'm gonna have to carry around a hundred and eighty pounds for the next ten to fifteen minutes or so. Capeche? [HERO raises an eyebrow.] HERO: Say... huh? Tell you the what. I let you do all the work and I watch because you can win so easy. Then, when you the wins so easy I will come in and kick your ass. Capuchinno? [HERO gives his usual sarcastic smirk.] HERO: Until the then you just sit here and eat chips and get ready like a real star does eating chips. I am going to go... away. But don't forget Jamie. [HERO turns right before he leaves the room.] HERO: You are... NUMBAH ONE! [That'd be the bird, young Underwood. Jamie watches as HERO trots away.] JU: I'll give you Numbah One, jerkoff. [And with that, Jamie walks off camera... a moment later, he returns, snatching the bowl of chips and then exiting the room for a second time. Cut back to ringside.] LVK: Jamie Underwood and HERO Ishikawa will of course be tagteam partners in just one of the big matches we've got lined up for Glory. And fans, it's only a couple of minutes away! RP: Booyah! Bring it on! LVK: We'll see you on the other side of this... AT GLORY! [Cut backstage to where Andrew Sterling and Dan Thomas are standing backstage. Both are in their wrestling attire. DT: I don't know, Drew. I've got this sinking feeling in my stomach. AS: It's just guilt, Dan. Guilt about what we're going to do to those two. DT: It's not guilt, Drew. I know what guilt feels like, and this is a far cry from wishing I hadn't done something. I just don't think we're seeing the whole picture. AS: There isn't some grandiose picture to all of this, Dan. It's simple. You kicked Brent's wife. He wants to get you in that ring. Brent hit my wife. I want him in that ring. We're going to get that tonight with Unholy War. I don't care about Doc getting to reform the Outlaws for more than one night. All I need is one night, Dan. I need one night to drop Brent on his head seven different ways to make sure he walks out with a concussion. [Dan shakes his head.] DT: Anger is blinding you, Andrew. Doc and I have the most level heads in this entire situation. Doc? Doc's like that rattlesnake laying in wait for someone to just step over him. He's not rattling. He's going to strike. AS: Then let him strike. I'll be more than happy to give him a trip to the hospital as well. [ELK enters the locker room, looking rather distressed. Andrew and Dan turn and look at him.] ELK: Andrew, Jessie just called. There's an emergency. AS: What? ELK: I don't know. DT: Go call her back, Drew. I'll be here when you get back. [Andrew nods as he and ELK hussle out of the area. Dan turns and watches both men leave.] DT: I hope she's okay... [Abruptly, Thomas' words are cut off as Brent Maverick walks into view. Thomas gives the Outlaw a very suspicious stare as he walks right up to him. The backstage guy feels this is the best time to make himself scarce and quickly leaves the scene.] BM: Tonight's the night. Tonight, I've been wantin' ta settle up. DT: [scans the surrounding area quickly] I know, Brent. Tonight is the night you wanted. We've got our chance to settle this in the Unholy War match. BM: Just one problem with that. DT: What? BM: I changed my mind. [* B L A M ! *] [Dan has no warning at all as a mahogany walking stick smashes into the side of his head! Thomas collapses onto the ground. Doc Holliday emerges into view, having successfully snuck up on both Thomas and the camera, and stands where Thomas once stood.] LVK: OH MY GOD!! THE OUTLAWS HAVE ATTACKED DAN THOMAS BACKSTAGE!! [Maverick reaches off to the side and collects a steel folding chair from off-screen. As he speaks, he unfolds it... then folds it back up around Thomas' left ankle!] BM: Don' git us wrong. We ain't finishin' ya now. It's just that we don't like sharin'. This little number'll be sure an' set ya aside until we're good an' ready fer ya. [As soon as he finishes, Thomas regains his senses to realize that there is a steel chair wrapped around his ankle. He knows what will come next, and immediately scrambles to try and get the chair off, get away, or anything other than this. All he accomplishes is a moment of realization before Doc Holliday leaps off of a nearby ledge and stomps down on the chair with both feet, smashing it shut... with a sickening... * S N A P ! *] DT: YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! LVK: NO!! NO!! NOOOOOOO!!!! MY GOD, THEY SNAPPED HIS ANKLE CLEAN!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE LUNATICS?! RP: Oh man, that's cold. I LOVE IT! [Maverick picks up the chair, which has dented itself around Thomas' ankle, and gives it a sharp twist to get it loose... and to make sure that Thomas' ankle is broken. This succeeds on both counts.] DH: Nothin' personal, Dan. Hope ya git bettah real soon, on account of then we kin do this fer real. BM: Until then, here's one fer th' road. [* C L A N G ! *] [Thomas' left ankle is smashed between concrete and steel as Maverick drives the dented chair into it. Both Outlaws then hustle off, their damage done. Thomas writhes in agony on the ground as EMTs swarm the area.] LVK: WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED?! RP: I'LL TELL YOU WHAT!! THE END OF THE EPITOME OF COOL, AND THE BEGINNING OF THE ERA OF THE OUTLAWS!! [And with that we fade to black, as a countdown starts on screen...] GLORY IS ON THE AIR IN... ......10! ......9! .....8! .....7! ....6! ....5! ...4! ...3! ..2! ..1! [...] [From a black screen, the 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 back to black screen for a second or two, before fading into a shot of the sun rising over a horizon, the sky ablaze with vibrant colours. Quiet, yet dramatic, classical music fades in.] V/O: The Oxford Dictionary contains several definitions of the world Glory. [More of the sunrise, using camera tricks to speed it up, so the clouds race by, and the sun speeds up from the horizon into the sky, which gets bluer by the second.] V/O: "A highly praiseworthy asset." [Cut to a shot of a glittering, gold championship belt... no, _the_ championship belt, the words "RCW World Heavyweight Champion" featured prominently.] V/O: "A height of achievement." [We get quick shots of some of RCW's past "top" champions - Devon Case, Dan Kauffman, Johnny Axis, Vlad Stukovski, and Alex Extreme - all of them holding up the title belt in victory.] V/O: "Adoration, praise and thanksgiving offered in worship." [Now we see a slow-motion shot of a crowd in rapture, cheering and going crazy, their eyes looking up towards the ring as flashbulbs flicker around them.] V/O: "The splendor of perfect happiness." [Finally, a shot of Juan Vasquez, the World title belt clutched tightly to his chest, in the middle of the ring after beating Devon Case at Caged Rage 3, his face a picture of unmasked joy, his eyes pressed tightly closed, and an almost disbelieving smile spreading on his mouth. The shot slows down, freezing on Juan's face.] V/O: In the sport of professional wrestling, the greatest Glory goes to the man who possesses the greatest prize of them all, the World Heavyweight Championship. A Glory that a select few man have experienced, but a great many have dreamt of. [As the music starts to get more dramatic, with violins prominent, we see more shots of past champions, all of them having their arms raised by the referee.] V/O: Five years ago three young men at the very beginning of their careers... started their quest for Glory by venturing into River City Wrestling for the first time. [Next we get quick-fire shots of Juan Vasquez, Luke Kinsey and Shane Destiny, but not as we know them now. These are archive clips from when each man first entered RCW. Juan looks much younger, his Latino heartthrob good looks still there, but without the seriousness that five years of top level wrestling bring to a man's eyes. Luke looks very different - long brown hair, tanned, wearing a leather jacket and looking very wide-eyed and innocent. But it is Destiny who looks the most different - before the powerful head-dropper, there was the light-heavyweight grappler, about 20 pounds lighter, decked out in a black boxing robe and smiling.] V/O: Half a decade later, one has fulfilled his ultimate dream, and after an 11-month reign has become arguably the greatest World champion of all time. [We see the cover of Pro Wrestling Illustrated, showing Juan Vasquez at the moment when he won the RCW World title. The headline says "El Cholo... El Champion".] V/O: Another has come close to attaining his Glory... agonisingly close. [We get a close-up of the "Pro Wrestling Flashlight" website, with a headline in large print - "Destiny pushes Vasquez to his limits: 60 minute draw" - above a photo of Shane Destiny on the mat, exhausted and looking dejected.] V/O: While the third has earned the tag of the greatest to never wear the World title, his path to the gold so painfully cut short time after time. [Back to Pro Wrestling Illustrated, we see an issue from 2002, featuring a cover with Devon Case and Luke Kinsey, and the headline "Title Match of the Century", which is quickly replaced as another PWI drops on top of it, this one with a black cover and the words "River City Wrestling is Dead" on it in white.] V/O: Tonight, three men will engage in arguably the most important battle of their careers... each of them knowing that they will need to dig deeper than ever before... fight harder than they ever have... [We see shots of Vasquez, Kinsey and Destiny, each of them sitting alone in a dark room, a lone spotlight casting a pool of light from above... a pool of light that barely illuminates half of each man's body, all three sitting with their heads hung low.] V/O: ...in their quest for the World Heavyweight title, and for the one thing that will turn a simple man into a legend... [Destiny looks up, his eyes staring intently at the camera, the left side of his face still hidden by shadow, and he utters just one word...] Destiny: ...Glory. [Cut to Kinsey, who looks up...] Kinsey: ...Glory. [And finally Vasquez, who pauses, taking a moment, before...] Vasquez: ...Glory yo. [And we fade to black.] [For a moment, nothing, but then "If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue starts to play, and we go right into a montage of clips of RCW wrestlers in action.] #If I die tomorrow As the minutes fade away I can't remember Have I said all I can say?# [Madison J. Valentine nails an opponent with the Silver Bullet superkick; Corey Hart nails the Captivated somersault missile dropkick.] #You're my everything You make me feel so alive If I die tomorrow# [Alex Martinez Firebombs Alex Extreme onto the steel ringsteps; John Shock stands in the, covered in the three belts that make up the Super J-Crown.] #I spent all my life Looking for our innocence I've got nothing to lose One thing to prove# [The Cossacks nail an opponent with a double sickle move; Jamie Underwood walks to the ring; The Wild Cards do battle with the Taylor Twins.] #I won't make the same mistakes Now I know That everything will be ok When I die tomorrow# [Tommy Stephens nails an opponent with a low blow; Jeff Kujawa stands, holding the busted LHW title belt, an angry snarl on his face.] #If I die tomorrow As the minutes fade away I can't remember Have I said all I can say?# [Mark Langseth stands inches away from a ringside fan, an amused look on his face as said fan shows his hatred for the legend; The Epitome of Cool make their grand entrance into RCW, walking to the ring.] #You're my everything You make me feel so alive# [Danny powers through an opponent with a huge lariat; Colby Greene nails the Bayou Bomb on some poor schmuck.] #You make me feel so alive If I die tomorrow If I die tomorrow# [And finally... quick shots of Vasquez, Destiny and Kinsey, before we fade to black.] [Onto the screen appears a logo....] . _______ __ ______ .______ ____ ____ / _____|| | / __ \ | _ \ \ \ / / | | __ | | | | | | | |_) | \ \/ / | | |_ | | | | | | | | / \_ _/ | |__| | | |____ | `--' | | |\ \ | | \______| |_______| \______/ | _| \__\ |__| ==================================================== LIVE from the Fleet Center Boston, MA ==================================================== [And then the camera suddenly cuts to LIVE inside the Fleet Center!] *KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!* *PFFFSSSHHH! PFSSSHHHH!! PFSSHHHHHH!!* *KAH-BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!* [The fans go freakin' nuts as pyro erupts from the ring and entranceway area, illuminating a jam-packed area in a blaze of colours. 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 "GLORY" logo in blue and gold. The ring features a greyish coloured mat - with both the RCW logo and the "Glory" 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 "Glory" logo. 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: GOOD GOD, IT'S FINALLY HERE!! THE ENTIRE WRESTLING WORLD HAS ITS EYES LOCKED ON ONE PLACE, FOR ONE NIGHT... ONE GLORIOUS NIGHT!! WE ARE _LIIIIIVE_ FROM THE FLEET CENTER IN BOSTON... ...WELCOME TO GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORY~! [The camera swings through the crowd a bit more, before coming to settle on the announce table, where Larry Van Keel and Rick Perle sit, big grins on their faces. Larry's wearing a formal suit and tie, as always, with dark blue the dominant colour, while Rick wears an old school t-shirt from the first Glory PPV, underneath a black leather jacket.] LVK: Hello everyone! I'm Larry Van Keel... he's Rick Perle... and MY GOD THE FLEET CENTER IS ROCKIN' AND ROLLIN' TONIGHT! RP: Hey, when the Argh the See and the Dub throws a party, we do it properly! If you think the party's rockin' out here Van Keel, you should see the Club Elite dressing room. Naked stripper twister and cocktail sausages galore! LVK: Yikes. Anyway fans, we've finally arrived at the night that everyone's been waiting for with baited breath for months. Glory was the first RCW pay-per-view four years ago, and it was _full_ of matches that have taken on legendary status. Kauffman-Kinsey, Curtis-Courtade, Vasquez-Valentine, Case-Extreme... some of the greatest matches in RCW history. But Rick, I've got a feeling we're in store for something that'll top even that, right here tonight. RP: Well, we won't be seeing Kauffman, so it's already a million times better. [Larry rolls his eyes.] RP: But yeah, you're right Van Keel. Take a look at the line-up from top to bottom, and this is arguably the strongest line-up we've ever seen. Three big title matches, including the Unholy War to find new tag champs, and to top it all off, the match that we've been waiting five years to see. LVK: As we saw in the opening video montage, Juan Vasquez, Luke Kinsey and Shane Destiny are three men on the verge of legendary status, and they all know that tonight's winner will be one step closer to immortality. RP: Vasquez's title reign is already 11 months old, so if you ask me, he's already laid claim to being a legend. Kinsey... he's done everything _but_ hold a World title, and by winning tonight, he'll finally make that step up to the top tier. Same goes for Destiny, who came close against Vasquez a few months back in LA. LVK: They're three men who know each other very, very well, having wrestled together not just here in RCW, but elsewhere as well, and who've been friends at various points in their careers, but now bitter rivals. Rick, I can't wait for that one, but of course we've got plenty more great matches lined up before then, so let's get the ball rolling by sending it over to David Stokes in the ring! [Cross to Stokesy, very debonaire in his spiffy tuxedo.] DS: The following is the first match of Glory! [Pop!] DS: It is scheduled for one fall, and is a tagteam contest. The winning team will meet in a singles match to determine the number one contender to the Super J-Crown! # Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo.....# [A mild heel pop greets "Hit em High" by Cypress Hill. The lights shine down on Johnny F'n Malibu who stands in the entrance way, arms spread out like the sexy god that he is. He's dressed in white wrestling tights that are airbrushed colors of gold, silver, and black in wild patterns. He wears long black shin pads/boots that stretch from just below his kneecap down to his toes. Malibu's chest is covered by a white mesh jacket, unbuttoned, probably an Italian piece by some guy's last name you don't know how to pronounce.] DS: Introducing first... from Santa Monica, California... JOHNNY MALIBU! [Malibu climbs into the ring, and his music fades.] ["Good Boys" by Blondie begins to play, pyro pots exploding. The fans pop, all eyes on the entrance ramp. "Captivating" Corey Hart steps from behind the curtains and stands atop the ramp, a huge grin on his face as he surveys the cheering crowd. The young blonde wears a pair of white, pvc, wrestling tights, with a gold stripe along his right leg, and matching arm bands. He completes the look with white, kicking pads and white, Asics tennis shoes. Corey walks to ringside, excited and smiling. As he makes his way down the aisle, the young man makes sure to slap every hand that he can before entering the ring.] DS: And now, his partner... from Malibu, California... "CAPTIVATING" COREY HAAAAAAAAAAAART!!! [He hops up on the second turnbuckle and smiles, raising his arms as the fans pop. He surveys the crowd again and gives them an appreciative nod before stepping down.] RP: It's weird to see Malibu and Hart teaming together... we know they can't stand each other. LVK: Which I think is the point of the match. Jim Catanzaro wants to see which team can co-exist long enough to win a tagteam match... thus earning themselves a singles match to find the top contender. [Hart and Malibu glare at each other as Hart's music fades out.] DS: And now introducing... [With that, the drum beats of "Nightrain" by Guns N Roses kick-in.] DS: Hailing from Albany, New York... [The strum of the guitar kicks in. It's time to rock!] DS: "THE SAVIOR" JAMIE UNDERWOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! [Finally, "The Savior" Jamie Underwood steps out from behind the curtain where he is met by a chorus of boo's. Dressed in his wrestling attire, consisting of white trunks with the word "Savior" on the ass section, white boots with black lacing and matching black knee and elbow pads, the charismatic and confident twenty four year old struts to the ring soaking in the reception he's being given. He is also sporting a gold necklace and a sleeveless jacket. He rolls into the ring as a spotlight shines brightly down on him. He leaps up onto the second rope and raises both arms in the air and a cocky grin etched across his face.] LVK: If you think Hart and Malibu make a strange pairing, how about Underwood and Ishikawa? RP: Bizarre. #Where have all the good men gone #And where are all the gods? #Wheres's the street-wise Hercules #To fight the rising odds? #Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? #Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need [Bonnie Tyler hits over the PA system and the fans come to their feet with a massive ovation! You know him... you love him...] #I need a HERO! [...dashing out from the entrance way, spinning in place to a flexing stop is HERO Ishikawa!] #I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night #He's gotta be strong #And he's gotta be fast #And he's gotta be fresh from the fight DS: And finally, from the Naha Prefecture in Japan... weighing in at 180lbs... [Leaping from his kneeling position up, HERO makes sure to shoot a crotch chop out before bounding down the ramp towards the ring. He winks at girls too young to get winked at, crotch chops at a few milfs and bobs and jives his way all the way down.] #I need a hero #I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light #He's gotta be sure #And it's gotta be soon #And he's gotta be larger than life DS: He is the former Super J-Crown Champion... HEROOOOOOO ISHIKAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAA! [Again the crowd POPS big time. He's over and you freakin' know it! He hops quickly up to the apron, jogging across before slingshotting himself over and into the ring. He spins again, right to a Hogan like one arm flexing, one arm straight pose... coming back up and to his corner.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Super J-Crown #1 contender's match | \____________________________________________________________________/ _ ____ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ _ ___ ____ ____ _ _ _ ____ ____ ___ | |__| |\/| | |___ | | |\ | | \ |___ |__/ | | | | | | | | \ _| | | | | | |___ |__| | \| |__/ |___ | \ |_|_| |__| |__| |__/ and _ _ ____ ____ ____ _ ____ _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ ____ |__| |___ |__/ | | | [__ |__| | |_/ |__| | | | |__| | | |___ | \ |__| | ___] | | | | \_ | | |_|_| | | _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| ____ ____ ____ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ ____ ___ | | | |__/ |___ \_/ |__| |__| |__/ | |___ |__| | \ |___ | | | | | | \ | and _ ____ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ ___ _ _ | | | |__| |\ | |\ | \_/ |\/| |__| | | |__] | | _| |__| | | | \| | \| | | | | | |___ | |__] |__| ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Fletcha | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!* [Right away, Malibu attacks HERO and Underwood attacks Hart, the heels gaining the advantage on the faces with punches, before simultaneously whipping them into the ropes. Both men go for lariats, but the faces duck under and rebound again...] *THWAAACK-THUUUDDD!!* *THWAAACKKK-THUUDDDD!!* [BIG POP!!] LVK: OH! Stereo dropkicks from HERO and Hart, and there goes Underwood and Malibu from the ring! [The fans are going nuts, and HERO and Hart turn to each other, smiling, but then suddenly remember that they're on separate teams! HERO strikes the first blow, nailing Hart across the chest with an overhand chop...] *SMACK!* [...which Hart sends right back!] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: Hart and HERO chopping away at each other now... *THWACK!* RP: Side kick by Ishikawa! [The kick stuns Hart, but when HERO tries to throw another, Hart catches the foot, then throws it skyward, sending HERO flipping up and over backwards...] [...but not just on the spot. HERO flips right up and over the ropes...] *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *THWAAAP-THWAAAPPPPPPPPP!! [...coming down on Malibu and Underwood with an Asai moonsault!] RP: HOLY CRAP, DID YOU SEE THAT?! LVK: INCREDIBLE! [The three men at ringside are quickly up, but stunned, and Hart wastes no time in grabbing the top rope, slingshotting himself up into a springboard, then vaulting into the air...] *flashbulb* *THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!* [...and coming down on his opponents with a springboard somersault plancha! HUGE HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: OOOOOOHHHHH!! Hart with the big dive from the ring, and we're seeing some breathtaking action here in the early moments of this match! *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!!* RP: These guys are pulling out all the stops to get that Super J-Crown shot! LVK: No risk is too high for the right to wrestle for the top prize in junior heavyweight wrestling. [HERO and Malibu are the first two back into the ring, and Malibu punches away at the Master of Da Fistdrop~!, before turning and charging into the ropes, coming rebounding back...] *THUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: HURACANRANA BY HERO!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Malibu kicks out! [Disappointment pop! HERO is right back to his feet, and runs over to a nearby corner. But before he even makes it there, Underwood appears on top of another corner, and jumps...] RP: UNDERWOOD! *THUUUUDDDD!!* [POP!] LVK: Malibu moved! [And now it's Underwood flat on his back in the middle of the ring, and HERO leaping from the top...] LVK: FROG SPLASH- *THUUUUDDDDD!!* RP: No water in the pool! Underwood moved! LVK: Hart's up top! HE LEAPS! *THUUUUDDDDD!!* [Mixed pop!] LVK: AND _HIS_ ELBOWDROP MISSES! RP: Crash and Burn all 'round! [Malibu drags HERO up off the mat and pushes him into a corner, and a couple of seconds later Underwood does the same to Hart, but in the opposite corner. The heels unload with punches and kicks, then simultaneously whip their opponents towards the middle of the ring, only for the faces to reverse the Irish whips...] *SMAAAACKKKKKK!!!!* [BIG FACE POP!] LVK: OH! Hart and HERO countered the double Irish whip... Malibu and Underwood thudded into each other like two autos in a head-on collision! [The two heels are staggered and dazed by their head-to-head meeting. HERO and Hart both rush in from behind and then at the same time leap up onto their foes' shoulders - HERO on Malibu and Hart on Underwood. The heels are too stunned to do anything but stagger about on a spot, each with an opponent on their shoulders. The fans roar their approval as the heels stagger towards each other, and an impromptu shoulder fight breaks out, HERO and Hart swapping chops from their mounted positions! HUGE POP!] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: LOOK AT THIS! A SCHOOLYARD SHOULDER FIGHT!! [But the heels quickly come to their senses and start trying to get their opponents off their shoulders. There's a couple of seconds of struggle, both sets of guys turning away from each other, before the faces suddenly roll forward...] LVK: OH! DOUBLE VICTORY ROLL!! RP: DOUBLE COUNT!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- [Disappointment pop!] RP: And a double kickout! What woulda happened if it'd been a double pin, Van Keel? LVK: I'm not sure on that one Rick. Technically both teams would have been eliminated. But they weren't, and now referee James Hunnicutt is ordering that two men leave the ring, so we can get this match started properly. RP: Looks like it's going to be Jamie Underwood and... Corey Hart. [They lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow, until Underwood transitions into a side headlock. He wrenches down on it for a couple of seconds, until Hart pushes him off into the ropes, then catches "The Savior" on the rebound with an armdrag. Underwood springs right back to his feet... and gets taken down again! FACE POP!] LVK: Corey Hart with a pair of armdrag takedowns... RP: Underwood's saying he had his hair pulled! [Heel pop!] LVK: Referee James Hunnicutt will have none of it though. [They lock up again, and this time it's Hart who applies a sideheadlock, before taking Underwood over to the mat with a headlock takedown. Underwood escapes by bringing his legs around and applying headscissors. They don't keep Hart down for long though, as the young man kips up out of it, back to his feet! POP!] LVK: Fantastic agility shown there by the young man from California! [But Underwood, in a mirror image of what just happened, takes Hart to the mat with a side headlock takedown, only for Hart to reverse it into headscissors. Underwood looks to continue the role reversals by kipping up...] *THUUDDD!!* [...but Hart's legs stay clamped around his head, meaning Underwood only makes it a couple of inches off the mat, before flopping back to the canvas, still in the headscissors hold! POP!] LVK: Jamie Underwood tries but fails to escape the hold! [He tries again, but with the same result, as Hart clamps his legs together tightly. Now frustrated, Underwood shoots out his legs, placing his right boot on the bottom rope.] RP: He found a way. LVK: Yeah, but he had to use the ropes. RP: So what? One way of breaking a hold's as good as another. [As both men climb to their feet, the fans show their support for the "Captivating One".] *LET'S GO CO-REY! LET'S GO CO-REY!!* *LET'S GO CO-REY! LET'S GO CO-REY!!* *LET'S GO CO-REY! LET'S GO CO-REY!!* *LET'S GO CO-REY! LET'S GO CO-REY!!* *LET'S GO CO-REY! LET'S GO CO-REY!!* LVK: Corey Hart has developed into quite the popular young man here in RCW. RP: He's a talented young kid. But he's too green to be able to beat seasoned guys like Underwood and Malibu. LVK: And HERO? RP: Pankuheddo. LVK: You know the Japanese word for punkhead? RP: I'm a broadcasting legend all 'round the world Van Keel. [Hart reverses a whip into the ropes by Underwood, and nails him on the rebound...] *THWAACK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: Dropkick by Hart! He drags Underwood up again- [Heel pop!] RP: Greco Roman eyerake! LVK: Underwood resorting to lowdown tactics to gain the advantage, and now he punches away at Hart, applies a gutwrench... [He lifts Hart up as if going for a gutwrench powerbomb, but then overrotates him, dropping the young man down...] *TH-OOPHH-UDDDDD!!* [...across an outstretched knee!] RP: Nice move! LVK: Gutwrench gutbuster on the knee! Underwood covers! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Corey Hart kicks out! [Face pop! Underwood waits for Hart to get up, then drives his knee into the young man's side, doubling him over. Underwood drapes his right leg across the back of Hart's neck, then drives down....] *THUUUDDDDDD!!* LVK: GUILLOTINE FACEDRIVER! Another cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-NO! [Face pop!] LVK: Another two-count, and Jamie Underwood goes back to work on Hart with punches! Now he whips him into the ropes... [Underwood leapfrogs over Hart, then drops to the mat on the next pass, before springing back to his feet, and leaping up onto Hart's shoulders, looking for a huracanrana. But Hart blocks it, pushing Underwood up and off his shoulders. Underwood flips right over and lands back on his feet, and a split second after his feet hit the canvas...] *THWAAACK-THUUUUUDDD!!* [...he gets nailed by a dropkick from Hart! Hart jumps right back to his feet, and then leaps into the air....] *THUUUUUUDDDDDD!!* LVK: OH, WHAT AGILITY! HART WITH A STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! RP: How the hell does he do that? LVK: Here's the count! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NO! [Disappointment pop!] LVK: Only two, but already we're seeing exactly what the junior-heavyweight division here in RCW is all about, and that's incredible athleticism! [Hart leads Underwood over to his corner, and holds out his hand... only for Johnny Malibu to take a step back, dropping from the apron to the floor. HEEL POP!] LVK: Oh come on! RP: Malibu refuses to tag! LVK: I know he probably doesn't like Corey Hart, but surely he realises that he has to work with him in order to advance to the singles match, and therefore a shot at the number one contender's spot? RP: He realises that, but Malibu's just _that_ much of a bastard. [Hart, of course, doesn't look happy about this, as he frowns and admonishes his "partner". This allows Underwood to attack Hart from behind, laying into him with a couple of forearms to the back, then whipping him into the ropes on the far side of the ring. He ducks under Underwood's attempted punch, but instead of rebounding again, launches himself headfirst over the top rope...] *TH-UGGGH-WAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!* [...right onto Malibu! HUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: OOOHH!! HART WITH THE HUGE TOPE ONTO HIS OWN PARTNER! RP: He can't do that! LVK: Sure he can! And Johnny Malibu deserves it! [Dragging Malibu up, Hart slaps him _hard_ on the chest, then rolls him back into the ring. POP!] LVK: Malibu wouldn't tag himself in, so Hart did it for him! RP: Talk about your volatile teams! [Malibu climbs to his feet, and right away is nailed by an Underwood punch. Malibu reverses a whip into the ropes...] *smack* [POP!] LVK: HERO reached in and tagged himself in! RP: Bah! [HERO vaults over the top rope into the ring, as Hunnicutt orders Underwood from the ring, and the fans get excited...] *HE-RO! HE-RO!!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!!* *HE-RO! HE-RO!!* [The Japanese wrestler responding to their chants by dancing a little jig, then finishing with...] *crotchchop!* [FACE POP!!] RP: Goddamn punkhead. [Malibu charges, and HERO sidesteps, giving Malibu a shove in the back on his way into the ropes. Malibu doesn't rebound though, instead springboarding off the middle rope...] LVK: La Quebra- ducked! Malibu lands on his feet! [HERO charges at him, and Malibu drops to the mat. HERO rebounds, and Malibu swivels around on his back, thrusting out both legs, pushing them into HERO's midsection and pushing skyward. HERO goes flipping over... and he too lands on his feet! Malibu shoots back to an upright position, and both men adopt fighting stances. APPRECIATION POP!] LVK: More amazing athleticism! [But then HERO jumps out of his fighting stance, and shoots a middle finger in the direction of Malibu! Face pop! He then turns to Underwood, and gives him the finger as well! BIG POP!] RP: So when Malibu disrespects his partner, everyone's on his back. Ishikawa does it and it's cool? LVK: Something like that. RP: Bah. [They lock up, and HERO is sent into the ropes. Malibu charges forward...] *SMAAAACK-THUUDD!!* LVK: Big lariat from Malibu! [With HERO down on his back, Malibu turns to the crowd and fires off a mocking crotchchop at them, before raising his right fist into the air. He runs over to HERO, leaps into the air...] *THUUUUDDDD!* [POP!] LVK: Malibu tried to perform HERO's own trademark - Da Fistdrop~! - on him, but he missed! [As Malibu rolls to his knees, groaning in pain as he clutches at his right hand, HERO suddenly goes nuts, driving his boot into the side of Malibu's head, driving him down to the canvas. He gets right in Johnny's face, waggling his finger back and forth, letting him know what he thinks of Malibu trying to mock his moves.] LVK: Ishikawa clearly isn't amused by Malibu mocking him, and using Da Fistdrop~! [He drags Malibu up to his feet, then rakes his eyes, before dragging his fingers down Malibu's back! Malibu hops on the spot in shock and discomfort, then spins around, so HERO drags his fingers down his chest! Malibu instinctively spins around again... yup, you guessed it. Backrake! Spin... chestrake! The fans absolutely love this, cheering like crazy! LVK: There's something we've seen HERO Ishikawa do many times in the past... the rolling backrakes! *THWAACK-THUUUDDD!* LVK: And a spin kick drops Johnny Malibu! HERO... climbing out to the apron! [He springboards in, soaring through the air, his right fist cocked...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [HUGE POP!!] LVK: DA FISTDROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP~! SPRINGBOARD VARIETY! [And the cover...] ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NO! [Disappointment pop! HERO grabs a handful of Malibu's hair and pulls him up...] *OOOOPH!* [Heel pop!] LVK: OH! Low blow by Malibu! He's looking to get out of there... looking for the tag from Hart. [Malibu reaches out towards Hart, but Hart shakes his head, refusing to tag in. POP!] LVK: And now Hart refuses to tag in! RP: This is getting ridiculous! LVK: Corey Hart is an incredibly principled young man, and I bet this is because he refuses to take advantage of an illegal move by Malibu! RP: Goddamn choirboy! [Malibu begins to rant and rave, turning red in the face as he yells at Hart, but young Corey stands his ground, refusing to tag in. Malibu's tirade continues, but is broken up as HERO hooks him from behind, back to back...] LVK: BACKSLIDE BY HERO! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NO! [Disappointed pop! Malibu springs to his feet angrily and swings at HERO, only to get a boot planted into his gut. HERO hooks him in a front chancery...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...planting him with a vertical suplex, but kipping up to his feet the very moment his back hits the mat! And almost as instantly he fires a crotchchop down at Malibu! HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: KIP UP SUPLEX! WHAT A MOVE!! [Malibu pushes backwards, back-crawling away from HERO, and a hand reaches in through the ropes...] *smack* [POP!] LVK: Corey Hart tags in, and now we're going to see Corey Hart against HERO Ishikawa for the first time! RP: _Now_ he tags in? LVK: Sure. Malibu got what was coming to him, and now Hart can enter on an even standing with his opponent. [Hart and HERO circle cautiously, then lunge together into a collar-and-elbow, which lasts less than a second before HERO wrenches on the side headlock. Hart quickly counters it with a hammerlock though, causing HERO to grimace in pain. He looks for a way to escape, going left, then right, before reaching up and grabbing Hart's head, then kicking his legs up and over, and landing behind Corey! HERO hooks on the rear waistlock, and holds on as Hart runs into the ropes, both men springing back, but Hart holding onto the ropes as HERO does a backwards roll to the mat. He charges in as Hart turns around, and drops the shoulder, backdropping HERO up and over the top rope. He lands on the apron, blocks a punch from Hart, and fires off one of his own, then springboards in...] *THWAAACK-THUUUDDD!!* [POP!] LVK: A fast-paced flurry of offense by both wrestlers, ending with a dropkick by Hart that intercepted Ishikawa's springboard move! RP: Whoa, I'm dizzier than Gina Sarrazin right now. *bah-dum-pssh* LVK: If she were here she'd be threatening to do something nasty to a sensitive part of your body. RP: Like she does most Saturday nights... I'm on a roll! [Hart sends HERO into the ropes...] *THWACK-THUUDD!!* LVK: Spinning leg lariat from Hart sends HERO back to the mat! [And Hart is quickly to his feet and rushing over to the corner, where he vaults to the top rope...] LVK: Hart up top now- [He leaps, rotating forward and corkscrewing as well, coming down with a moonsault...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOOOHHHH!! CORKSCREW MOONSAULT HITS NOTHING BUT CANVAS!! RP: It was flashy as hell, but ended up hurting Hart! [As Hart climbs to his feet, grimacing and holding onto his midsection, HERO scoops him up and bodyslams him back to the mat, then runs into the ropes...] *SMAACK!!* [HEEL POP!!] LVK: HEY! Malibu reached in and nailed HERO with a forearm as he was rebounding off the ropes! [HERO goes tumbling to the mat, and Hart climbs to his feet, having seen what happened. He stomps over to Malibu, and pushes him in the chest! POP!] RP: Uh oh! Ol' goody two shoes is angry! [Malibu takes offense and climbs through the ropes, pushing Hart right back, the two sharing angry words. Hart pushes Malibu again... right into a roll-up from HERO!] LVK: ROLL UP! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [Disappointed pop!] LVK: That was close, and now here comes Underwood into the ring... we've got all four men in the ring at the same time! [Underwood clubs Hart across the head, blindsiding him, then tries to whip him into the ropes. But Hart reverses it, sending Underwood for the ride, and nailing him with a dropkick immediately as he rebounds...] *THWAACK-THWAAPPPP!!!* [Face pop!] LVK: Dropkick by Corey Hart, and it knocks Underwood from the ring! [As Underwood picks himself up off the arena floor, Hart watches him, waiting for the right moment, then runs, but not at Underwood, rather across the side of the ring, adjacent to the ropes. He jumps up and springs off the middle rope, launching into the air and over the adjacent ropes....] *flashbulb* *TH-UGGH-WAAPPPPPPP-WAAPPPPP-CLAANNNKK!!* [...landing on Underwood with an Asai moonsault!] [BIG HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: WHAT A MOVE!! COREY HART WITH A BEAUTIFUL DIVE OUT OF THE RING ONTO UNDERWOOD!! *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!!* [Meanwhile, back in the ring HERO runs into a big boot from Malibu, who quickly makes his way to the top...] RP: Malibu's gonna fly! [He leaps...] *OOPPH-THUUUUUUUDDDD!!* [...but HERO drops him into an inverted atomic drop, right on his knee! FACE POP!!] LVK: OH! What a counter by HERO, and now he slams Malibu to the mat! [With Malibu clutching at his groin, flat on his back, HERO slowly raises his right fist into the air! Then he snaps his head to the left... then quickly to the right... as the fans start to go wild with anticipation...] LVK: OH! WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE! [HERO turns and runs into the ropes, rebounding at full sprint... but stopping on a dime, right next to Malibu, his right fist cocked...] [...but then instead of slowly falling forward like usual, he stops altogether, drops his fist...] [...and turns to the crowd, raising both middle fingers! CONFUSED POP!!] LVK: WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON? [An angry looks on his face, HERO starts to go nuts, basically telling the fans off, as he slides from the ring and begins to leave up the aisle! Now the fans start to BOO!] LVK: He didn't follow through with Da People's Fistdrop~! RP: He flipped the bird at the crowd and now he's leaving! LVK: But why? [HERO makes it up the ramp, stops on the stage, and fires off the double middle finger one more time, as the boos start to get heavy. Then he turns and walks through the curtain.] LVK: HERO Ishikawa has walked out on this match! I'm a little confused here fans, but it appears that HERO... well, it appears that he has turned his back on the fans! RP: Hmmmm, I didn't see that coming. [Back in the ring, Malibu climbs to his feet, looking around in confusion. Referee James Hunnicutt also looks confused, leaning through the ropes to talk to David Stokes, who shrugs his shoulders...] *BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!!* *BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!!* *BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!!* *BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!!* *BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!!* LVK: The fans clearly aren't too happy about this turn of events! [Suddenly, "Geek Stink Breath" by Green Day starts to play over the PA, and Jim Catanzaro comes out through the curtain, making his way down the aisle.] LVK: Here comes RCW President Jim Catanzaro. [Catanzaro is handed a microphone as he climbs into the ring.] Catanzaro: Alright, alright... HERO Ishikawa... I don't know what the hell you're thinking right now... but you're not going to screw up this match. [He turns and points down at Underwood, who's at ringside.] Catanzaro: Jamie, you keep telling everyone that I'm purposely holding you back. If that was the case, I'd let this match continue... you against two opponents. [Pop!] Catanzaro: But I want to find a number one contender to the Super J-Crown _fairly_. So this match is now a three-way dance, every man for himself... first fall wins! [POP!] LVK: Oh boy, you heard it! It's now a three-way match! RP: Well, let's get on with it! [Catanzaro climbs from the ring, as the bell sounds again...] *DING DING!* [...and the three wrestlers get into position in the ring. Malibu and Underwood look at each other... then attack Hart! Heel pop!] LVK: Corey Hart's in trouble here, because his two opponents have decided to work together! RP: Malibu must be ecstatic! Now he can beat on Goody Two Shoes instead of being stuck having to team with him! [Malibu and Underwood whip Hart into the ropes, and go for a double lariat, but Hart performs a cartwheel, his legs breaking through their arms, and then leaps up onto the middle rope, springboarding into a backflip...] *THU-THUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dropping both heels!] LVK: DOUBLE LA QUEBRADA BY HART!! MY GOD, THIS KID IS AMAZING!! [Quick as a flash, Hart is up again and climbing to the top. But Malibu gets up as well, knocking Hart's legs out from under him, dropping him into a sitting position. Malibu grabs him under the armpits, lifting Hart up in an inverted crucifix position, then throws him forward, Hart rotating forward through the air...] [...and landing in a huracanrana position on the shoulders of Underwood...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...who powerbombs Hart into the canvas!!] [NICE DOUBLETEAM MOVE POP!!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! GREAT MOVE!! LVK: Who knew Johnny Malibu and Jamie Underwood could work so well together? RP: Pin by Underwood!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- LVK: BROKEN UP BY MALIBU! [POP!] LVK: I knew it wouldn't last! This is one fall wins, so there's no way alliances can work! [Malibu punches away at Underwood, then whips him into the ropes, before taking him down with a kneelift, that sends Underwood tumbling forward and crashing to the canvas. Malibu takes the opportunity to hold his arms out, asking the crowd how great he is. His moment of gloating is shortlived though, as Hart moves in behind, pushing his head between Malibu's legs then standing up...] LVK: Look at this! Malibu up on Hart's shoulders... [...and Hart pushes him up under the armpits, lifting and rolling him forward...] *THUUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: OH! Drops Malibu down onto his back! RP: Here comes Underwood! *THU-UGGH-UDDDD-UDDD!!* [BIG FACE POP!!!] LVK: UNDERWOOD WAS TILT-A-WHIRL POWERBOMBED RIGHT ONTO MALIBU!! RP: Kickass! LVK: And Hart jumps on top of the pile... but James Hunnicutt won't count the pin, since that's illegal. RP: Spoil sport. [Hart waits for Malibu to get back up, then leaps up onto his shoulders, facing the same direction. But as Malibu staggers on the spot, Underwood suddenly leaps up onto Hart's back, holding onto his shoulders and pushing his knees into the middle of Hart's back, his weight causing Hart and Malibu to fall backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [HUGE SYMPATHY POP!!!] RP: SWEET JESUS! THAT WAS BEH-RUTAL! LVK: HART FELL FROM UP ON MALIBU'S SHOULDERS... LANDING BACKFIRST _RIGHT_ ON UNDERWOOD'S KNEES!! [Hart writhes on the mat in agony, as Underwood climbs to his feet and drags Corey up by the hair, into a standing headscissors...] LVK: POWERBOMB- *THUUUDDDD!!* LVK: OOOHH!! RIGHT ONTO AN OUTSTRETCHED KNEE!! RP: Underwood's gonna beat Hart or break his back trying! LVK: Here's the cover now by Underwood! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-MALIBU BREAKS IT UP!! [Mixed pop! Malibu drags Underwood up and starts to punch away at him, as Hart goes rolling from the ring, clutching at his back. Malibu whips Underwood into the far corner, and charges in after him. But Underwood grabs the top rope with both hands, pushing his feet up, as Malibu goes underneath him, then bringing his legs back down, twisting around so that he's facing back into the ring....] *THUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: ROLL UP BY UNDERWOOD!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOO!!!!!! RP: Kickout by Malibu just in time! LVK: Underwood's got him right back to his feet now... into the ropes... [Malibu comes rebounding back, and Underwood droptoeholds him to the mat, before springing back to his feet, hitting the ropes and launching into the air, coming down with a big back elbow...] *THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: Malibu moved out of the way of jumping back elbow! [Now both men stay down for a few seconds, but then start to slowly rise. As they do, Hart suddenly reappears on the apron, the fans roaring in anticipation as he springboards in...] [...leaping right over both of his opponents and twisting around in the process, so that he grabs both of their heads in inverted facelocks on the way down...] *THUUDD-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...driving them into the mat!! HUGE FACE POP!!!] RP: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! LVK: A SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE INVERTED DDT!! WHAT A MOVE!! RP: I'LL SAY!! LVK: Hart's going for the pin on Malibu! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE-NOOOOO!!!!!!!! RP: UNDERWOOD WITH THE SAVE!! [Heel pop!] LVK: That was close! [Underwood and Hart get back to their feet, as Malibu rolls from the ring. Underwood looks to whip Hart into the corner, but Hart reverses it, Underwood hitting the turnbuckles backfirst, and then Hart comes charging in...] [...but in panic and desperation, Underwood grabs hold of James Hunnicutt, pulling him in the way...] *SMAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!* [...Hunnicutt taking the full brunt of the leaping lariat! SHOCK POP!!] LVK: OOOOHHH!! JAMES HUNNICUTT WAS ACCIDENTLY HIT BY THAT FLYING LARIAT... AND HE'S OUT COLD!! RP: Are you sure it was accidental? LVK: Yes I'm sure! In fact, it was Underwood who pulled Hunnicutt in the way, dammit! [Hart immediately goes down to one knee, checking on the referee, a look of concern on his face. But while he's distracted, Underwood strikes, spinning Hart around by the shoulder...] *OOOPHH!* [...and kicking him right in the nuts! HEEL POP!] LVK: LOW BLOW!! WHAT A DASTARDLY BLOW STRUCK BY JAMIE UNDERWOOD!! [And as Hart staggers on the spot, his mouth open in a shocked, silent scream, Underwood grabs him by the arm, applying a pumphandle setup, then lifting...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and driving Hart down with a Michinoku Driver II! BIG, BIG HEEL POP!!] RP: JAMIE DRIVAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! LVK: Dammit, the ref is down, and Underwood only got that move in because of the illegal low blow! [Underwood covers, but there's no ref. He climbs to his feet, sees the referee is still out, so decides now is a good time to show off to the crowd. He walks over to the ropes, pointing at himself and arrogantly grinning.] LVK: What a tool. RP: Did you just call him a tool? LVK: Yes I did. [But as Underwood continues to showboat, a figure comes sprinting down the aisle. He's wearing a red and blue mask, full body suit and a cape! BIG POP!!] LVK: HERE COMES EL SUPER MACHO!! RP: Oh no, not this punkhead! [El Super Macho slides into the ring behind Underwood, who doesn't see him coming, too busy showing off. He spins Underwood around by the shoulder, a big look of surprise coming over Jamie's face in the split second before ESM's gloved hand nails him in the jaw! FACE POP!] RP: OH, THIS SUCKS! LVK: El Super Macho with a flurry of lefts and rights, and now he whips Underwood into the ropes... *THWACK-THUUUDD!!* [FACE POP!] LVK: DROPKICK!! [ESM drags Underwood up again...] *OOOPHH!!* [...but he too gets a low blow for his efforts! HEEL POP!] RP: TAKE THAT ALFONSO, YOU OLD FOOL! [Underwood climbs up to his feet, then grabs ESM by the arm, and pulls him into the pumphandle position. HUGE HEEL POP!] RP: YEAH! CRUSH THE OLD BASTARD!! [But before he can lift ESM up, another figure comes sliding into the ring behind Underwood, wearing a referee's uniform....] [...Alfonso Reyes.] RP: WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!? [MASSIVE POP!!] LVK: ALFONSO REYES!! THAT MEANS HE ISN'T EL SUPER MACHO!! [Alfonso taps on Underwood's shoulder, and Jamie stops, his eyes growing wide as he releases ESM and turns around... his jaw drops open in shock!] LVK: UNDERWOOD CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! RP: Neither can I, dammit! [Underwood's shock continues as Alfonso grins at him, and suddenly Jamie is spun around by El Super Macho, who kicks him in the gut, hooks on the front chancery, hooks one leg, lifts, and then hooks the other leg too, before dropping back...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...driving Underwood into the mat with a double leghook Fisherman Buster!] LVK: MACHO DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [The fans go wild at the sight of this, as Underwood lies on the canvas, out cold, and El Super Macho suddenly high fives Alfonso Reyes! He then grabs at his mask, fiddling with it for a couple of seconds, before pulling it off, to reveal a good looking young Hispanic man.] LVK: It's MJ Reyes! RP: Who? Oh wait... Reyes? BASTARD! LVK: Alfonso Reyes' son! He's one of the most promising young stars in RCW's wrestling school out in St Louis! In fact, he's the reiging Gateway title holder! RP: Father and son... Jesus Christ, this is nauseating! [Alfonso and MJ share a hug, the fans cheering like crazy, before Alfonso gestures for MJ to leave the ring, so he can take over the officiating.] LVK: After Alfonso was subjected to that sickening attack at the hands of Jamie Underwood a few weeks ago, it was his son who came to his rescue, and who has been looking for a measure of revenge all these weeks! [Hart hasn't seen any of this, and he makes the cover on Underwood...] LVK: HERE'S THE COVER BY HART!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [Big disappointment pop!] RP: NO! Jamie got his foot on the ropes! LVK: Incredible! [And before Hart can follow up, Malibu comes back into the ring and attacks him. Underwood rolls from the ring.] LVK: Malibu's back in! [Malibu whips Hart into the ropes, and looks to backdrop him. But Hart sees it coming. He doesn't just kick Malibu in the face, but leaps into the air, performing a moonsault, his boot coming up into Malibu's face as he flips over...] *THWAACK-THUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: MOONKICK!! RP: HOLY CRAP! WHAT A MOVE!! LVK: Malibu up to his feet now, noticeably dazed... Hart hooks him by the head- *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* LVK: AND THERE'S THAT SPINNING ACE CRUSHER HE CALLS THE HART ATTACK!! [The fans start to chant...] *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* *CO-REY! CO-REY!!* [And explode into a HUGE ANTICIPATION POP as he points to the top turnbuckle! He runs over, quickly vaulting to the top, as Malibu struggles up to his feet, clearly too dazed to know what's going on. Then Hart leaps...] *flashbulb* [...flipping over in a somersault...] *THWAAACKKK-THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and driving a missile dropkick into Malibu's chest, driving him back to the mat!] [HUUUUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: CAPTIVAAAAAAAAAAATED!! HE NAILED IT!! AND HE GOES FOR THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING!!* [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: There's the three, and that means that Corey Hart is now the number one contender to the Super J-Crown, and he will go on to face whoever is the champion after our big match between John Shock and Jeff Kujawa later tonight! RP: BAH! Damn Alfonso Reyes and his bastard son! Damn them to hell! Underwood had the match won until they stuck their ugly noses in! LVK: They made sure that Underwood's cheating ways didn't affect the outcome of the match, and they didn't! Hart beat Malibu fair and square once Underwood was out of the way! [In the ring, Hart has his arm raised by Alfonso Reyes.] DS: Here is your winner... "CAPTIVATING" COREY HAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!!! [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: What a great way to start Glory, and we're only just getting started folks! [Fade out.] [Scene: The scene opens to a shot backstage as we see the walking mindfuck, the single most apathetic valet in all of wrestling, and one pretty lady...Anna, roaming the halls. Her hair is done up in a bun, held in place with a pencil and she's only partially dressed, wearing flip-flops with little cotton balls stuck between her toes. Although not quite ready to walk down to the ring with her fellow Club Elite teammates, she's still a striking mark of beauty...even if only half her make-up's done. Suddenly, a hand reaches out and yanks her by the hair, causing her bun to unravel and the pencil holding her hair in place to fall to the floor.] Anna: Owww! What the hell!!! [She holds the back of her head, ready to scratch some poor bastard's eyes out.] "You really should do something about your hair..." [Anna runs her hands through her hair with an annoyed look on her face as the pencil is tossed back at her, rolling harmlessly to her feet.] "...it makes you look like a slut." [She looks up at her tormentor and her face immediately scrunches up into an angered glare.] Anna: Juan. [Cut to a shot of the world champion, also not quite dressed ready for battle. Unless of course, he's going to wrestle Luke Kinsey and Shane Destiny in a pair of khakis.] JV: Anna. [There's a slight restraint in his voice, but his anger is apparent. He walks up to the girl he's known all his life, holding back just enough to prevent himself from strangling her.] JV: I'd say it's nice to see you again, but I ain't exactly in the mood to be giving any hugs. [Anna continues to just glare at him.] JV: Anyways, I think there was something you wanted to say to me? Anna: I... JV: ...already told the whole goddamned world? Yeah, I saw. It was such a pretty, little speech too. You were so passionate and emotional! I even got a little something in my eye hearin' that comin' from you. It just got me right here, ya' know? [He holds a hand to his heart. Anna looks less than impressed.] Anna: Cut the crap, Juan. If you're going to hit me, just do it. JV: Oh come on now, you know me better than that. I don't hit ladies... [Anna gives Juan an incredulous look.] JV: ...anymore. [Nice save.] Anna: Why are you even here? I could scream, you know... JV: And Luke comes flyin' in to the rescue? Mark Langseth defends your honor? I *know* you're smarter than that. [Juan pokes Anna in the forehead, but she quickly slaps his hand away.] JV: You know, with the way people in my life find a way to turn against me for whatever stupid reasons they got, nothing really surprises me anymore. After awhile, when you keep hearing someone tell you they hate you and tell you how much they hate you...you just get sick of it. [Anna rolls her eyes and shoots him the finger.] Anna: Well, then it sucks to be you, doesn't it? JV: And maybe once upon a time I'd be angry and filled with violent thoughts, but there comes a time when it just ain't worth it anymore. [Anna raises an eyebrow. Juan...violence...not worth it? That doesn't compute.] JV: So you know what? Go ahead and play your stupid little games with Luke. I got places to go and things to do and titles to defend and I ain't got time to be dealin' with your elementary school drama queen s[bleep]. If you wanna' be the vengeful, wounded bitch...then more power to ya'. [Juan turns to walk away, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun back around. Anna's practically seething with rage.] Anna: *I'm* the bitch, here??? [Juan gives a slight nod which goes unnoticed.] Anna: F[bleep] you, Juan! F[bleep] you! [She hits him in the chest, causing him to take a step or two back. Anna's so worked up, she can't even seem to articulate words to express her anger.] Anna: I...I didn't...I'm not the one that-...You...Oooooo!!! [Deciding hitting him a bunch of times would be a more appropriate response, Anna does just that. Juan sighs, and grabs her by one of the wrists to stop her assault, but shows no intention of retaliating.] JV: You can't trust him, ya' know. Anna: W-what? [Anna stops attempting to pound on him. She expected insults, violence...not whatever the hell this is.] JV: Luke's gonna' use you, stupid. [He flicks her in the forehead.] Anna: Ouch! JV: He's gonna' take whatever it is he needed from you and as soon as he's got no use for you anymore, he's gonna' stab you right in the f[bleep]in' back. That's who he is...that's what he does. And even though you're bein' a real pain in the ass, you don't deserve to have that happen to you. [Anna laughs. How hypocritical can you get?] Anna: Now you care? Now you give a damn? [He sighs.] JV: Fine...I'm sorry, okay? Anna: Huh? [That was...unexpected.] JV: I'm sorry for being a jerk or an asshole or whatever the hell you think I'm guilty of being. Anna: I'm not goin-... [Juan cuts her off, he's not asking her. He's telling her.] JV: Just go. Go home. Get the hell out of here before you end up getting hurt. Anna: It's too late for that, Juan. That's the entire reason I'm here in the first place. [He shakes his head.] JV: This doesn't have a damn thing to do with you. [She dismisses him with a wave of her hand.] Anna: Whatever. The only thing you really give a crap about is your precious, little belt, anyway. And nothing's going to make me happier than knowing that you're going to be so damn miserable without it. [Juan shakes his head and laughs.] Anna: What're you laughing about? JV: Is that what you really believe? That I...that... [Juan can't even complete that thought. He takes a step back and just stares at Anna with a bewildered look on his face.] Anna: What? [Anna seems a bit unnerved at how he's staring at her. Juan just sighs and turns his back to her.] JV: It's funny, ya' know? You can know someone their entire life... [He takes a step forward, before stopping and completing that thought.] JV: ...and they still don't understand a goddamned thing about you. [He walks off as we fade out.] [Fade up on Gina Sarrazin, standing backstage and being towered over by Club Elite's newest and youngest member, "Bayou Badboy" Colby Greene. Clad in his ring trunks and gear, Colby looks sweaty, and the white towel around his neck is a giveaway that the man just warmed up for his upcoming match.] GS: Colby Greene, in a matter of mere moments, you will make your pay per view debut against an RCW veteran, Griffin James. Are you prepared for what's in store? CG: What in store? De only thing in-store for my match tonight is fo' Griffin James to get his ass whooped Bayou style courtesy of me. He tread around 'ere like he's a big deal. Maybe yesterday, people care 'bout Griffin James. But not today. De only question on people's minds right now is how bad am I gonna hurt 'em. GS: That is awfully confident of yourself, considering Griffin James has a proven track record around here, and the biggest thing you've done is take a bribe to do Mark Langseth and Luke Kinsey's dirty work. [The crowd in the arena give us an "oooooooooh, she went there" kind of pop. Greene runs a hand through his wild brown hair, and glares down at Gina. Despite being obviously pissed, he speaks with the calm, Cajun accent.] CG: Ya know Gina, ever since I came 'ere to RCW, I had guys like Tom Landis trying to tell me what to do and what to think, because he thought he knew what best for me. And de biggest mistake I made since comin' 'ere was listening to him. Everyone tells me how siding with Luke and Mark was a bad idea. Well, I got news for d'em. It was de best thing I ever done. Now, I got real people lookin' out for me, and they know I be watching their backs. I ain't doing their dirty work. They're actually doin' me a favor. Because for weeks and weeks, I ask for a challenge. I step up and tell everyone I be lookin' for a fight, and I didn't get it. Now thanks to Club Elite, I have it. And now everyone knows that to get to d'em, you have to go through me. [Greene smirks and looks around quickly.] CG: And de line starts right 'ere, and I don't see anybody. Because they afraid of what The Bayou Badboy gonna do to 'em, and rightfully so. And in case anyone doesn't quite get it. [Colby smirks.] CG: Gina, you tell d'em to pay attention to d'is next match. Because Griffin James ain't nothing but a speedbump on my way to making an impact, and I'm gonna go right through him one way or another. And d'at ain't no gaurantee. D'at is a damned fact... [Greene snorts to himself as he tosses the towel aside and storms offset leaving Gina.] GS: An intense Colby Greene, apparently ready for Griffin James. Back to - ML: Hold on there, toots. Just hold on, would you? [Walking into the picture is fellow Club Elite member, Mark Langseth, in his wrestling duds of jeans, dress shirt, and a t-shirt. Gina Sarrazin's looking a little perturbed.] ML: Wait, what am I saying? Sorry, Ms. Sarrazin... I shouldn't have said that. [Gina nods.] ML: So let me correct myself... Please get the hell out our sight you stupid twit of a bitch. [A shocked and offended Sarrazin turns and storms out of the area, leaving just Langseth and Greene.] ML: So... I was overhearin', listening to you talk with that ditz and... Well, you sound confident. You sound ready. You sound like you're going steam roll right over that inflated nothing who DARED to lay his hands on me and Luke - and you - on the last Impact. [Langseth puts his hand on Greene's shoulder.] ML: And don't get me wrong here - I know you got it. I know you got it in you - hell, you're Club Elite. You have all the tools to decapitate that insignificant waste of space - I mean, we've trained and prepped for this night, you're pay-per-view debut. But I feel... I feel, well, I don't know... [Mark digs in his pocket, pulling out a nice little wad of bills.] ML: Are you going to bring it out there? Are you really going to let Griffin James know what it means to mess with the Elite of RCW? [Langseth slaps the wad of bills into Greene's hand and steps back a little, with a grin on his face. Colby Greene calmly counts out the bills and nods, with an equally slimy grin growing on his face.] GC: Fo' shore, fo' true Mark. You can consider Griffin James good to dead. ML: Now THAT's what I wanted to hear! [Langseth laughs as the two Club Elite members walk off before the shot goes back to the booth.] RP: And that's what _I_ wanted to hear as well! Here's hoping Greene really _does_ put that punkhead Griffin James on the shelf. ["Monty" by Spiderbait starts to play, and the fans start to boo as soon as Colby Greene walks out of the entranceway onto the stage. The Baby Bull is wearing a Club Elite t-shirt, and he pauses, glancing around at the capacity crowd.] DS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... he hails from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and weighs 261 pounds... representing Club Elite... "THE BAYOU BAD BOY" COLBY GREEEEEEEEEEENE!! [As the fans continue to boo, Greene smirks to himself and then charges down to the ring, sliding in and popping to his feet.] LVK: Colby Greene is certainly an impressive young man with a lot of potential, but his decision to join Club Elite... RP: Is the best thing he ever did! How many rookies get the chance to learn off not one, but _two_ of the biggest legends in the sport? # I can't imagine, to be like you The pain and the suffering you put me through... # [POP! Cue "Bitch" by Sevendust, and more importantly, cue the arrival of one Miss Cherry, who's dressed for the occasion in a black skirt and a black top, sans glasses and quite focused as she heads down the aisle, stopping half way to address the masses. She's got a mic in her hand, you see.] MC: So... Glory. _Again_. [She smiles, and dear God, it's genuine!] MC: Honestly, there's no other place I'd rather be. [HUGE CROWD POP!] MC: It feels like I've spent a lifetime working for this organization, and after the last time, I thought I'd never be back... but now I am. [Cherry's gaze narrows as she eyes Colby Greene in the ring.] MC: And people like _you_ are in my way. [POP! Cherry takes a breath.] MC: Colby, in another time... hell, in another era of this sport, I would have supported a guy like you in more ways than one... [Cherry gives the camera a fun little "IfyaknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo" look before continuing.] MC: ...but times change. Hell, people change... and I'm a much different person than I was last time. I'm trying really hard to make things happen the right way, and tonight's the first step. But first, a question. [Cherry gives Greene a sideways glance.] MC: Just _who_ are you and what the hell have you done? [HUGE CROWD POP!] MC: It's one thing to come into an organization and run over each and every person you face, getting that _almighty_ three count in the process... but what have you done, Colby? [Cherry mockingly puts a hand to her face.] MC: Oh my God, you haven't won a match! Jesus Christ, the industry's "next big thing" hasn't won a f[BLEEP!]ing match! What the hell are you besides a f[BLEEP!]ing joke?! [Greene shouts an answer, but Cherry obviously ignores it, rolling her eyes and composing herself just a tad...] MC: Nothing makes me angrier than the fact that this organization's gone down the tubes _so much_ that folks look to people like _you_ for backup. You ride coattails... hell, we might as well call you Shemp and have you replace one of the Stooges. [Who knew Cherry knew her pop culture?! She continues!] MC: You're a... "hanger-on"... and considering the fact that you're running with Kinsey and Langseth, you're a bottom-feeder. You know what that is, right? [Cherry raises an eyebrow.] MC: It's carp, pretty much. You feed on sh[BLEEP!]. [POP!] MC: You're sitting there gobbling down the legacy of the industry's _biggest_ coward and a guy who was better off when he was coked out of his head during some sh[BLEEP!]y promo from a couple of years ago... [Cherry starts to laugh.] MC: ...and you think you're great! You think you actually have a shot at something other than being the third man in the circle jerk known as Club Elite... [Cherry sighs.] MC: It's so sad - people actually think you're worth something. Back in the day, yeah - maybe you'd be able to get some sort of support... but now, fans are counting the days until Langseth and Kinsey kick you to the curb... [Cherry smiles.] MC: And tonight, _we're_ gonna help them do just that. [Cherry smirks at a sign at ringside that reads "THE BITCH IS BACK!" as two soon-to-be very important lines are heard: ] # MY COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS! MY COCK CAN WALK RIGHT THROUGH THE DOOR! # [The opening lines of System of a Down's "Cigaro" are cut off by "You Know What You Are?" by Nine Inch Nails, and the crowd lets loose with a SHOCKED CROWD POP as Griffin James prances out the back with the world's biggest grin on his face. The Forgotten Son is dressed in black baggy wrestling pants and a black sleeveless t-shirt that reads "Only Canadians Don't Know Who I Am" on the front. Griffin whirls around to take a look at the big screen, and we see that "No Offense, Eh?" is on the back, before he turns back towards the ring and heads down the aisle with Cherry at his side...] RP: The punkhead and _her_?! What in the hell is going on here?! LVK: They both returned on Impact, and now they're together! We all had no idea! RP: They probably had this planned from the beginning, Keel! We've been swerved! LVK: Colby Greene definitely didn't see this one coming! RP: He didn't have to! Cherry's washed up and damaged goods, and Griffin James is worthless! I can't- HEY! [Rick Perle is cut off by Griffin James climbing up onto the announcer's desk and looking down at the commentator with a bit of a smirk on his face. Perle shouts something, and Griffin responds with "I'm gonna borrow your patented crossface!" before "accidentally" knocking Perle's papers off the desk as he hops off the table. Cherry can be seen smirking at the display as Griffin yanks off his shirt and whips it into the crowd before rolling into the ring and flipping Colby Greene off as "You Know What You Are?" begins to fade...] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Singles Match | \____________________________________________________________________/ ____ ____ _ ___ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ____ _ _ ____ | | | | |__] \_/ | __ |__/ |___ |___ |\ | |___ |___ |__| |___ |__] | |__] | \ |___ |___ | \| |___ _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| ____ ____ _ ____ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ ____ | __ |__/ | |___ |___ | |\ | | |__| |\/| |___ [__ |__] | \ | | | | | \| _| | | | | |___ ___] ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Fletcha | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!* [Almost simultaneously, three things happen. James turns and grins at Miss Cherry, the bell rings, and Colby Greene charges like a rampant bull, swinging his big right arm at the Griffster's head... but missing! James sees it coming just in time, ducking out of the way, as Greene runs into the opposite ropes, rebounding and charging back at James...] *THWACK-THUUUDDD!!* [...but getting sent to the canvas by a dropkick that nails Greene right in the face! FACE POP!] LVK: Colby Greene wanted to get things started quickly, but now he's on the mat courtesy of a Griffin James dropkick! [Greene rumbles back to his feet, but is met right away with a skull-jarring blow to the side of the head, followed by another, and a third. Nope, they're not punches... they're patented Griffin James elbowshots!] LVK: LOOK AT JAMES GO, THROWIN' DEM 'BOWS!! [The blows stun Greene, leaving the big man staggered slightly as James runs into the ropes, rebounding at speed and kicking his legs just before reaching the bigger man...] LVK: YAKUZA KI- RP: DUCKED! [James keeps running, rebounding off the ropes and charging... only to be lifted up and driven down into the mat...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* RP: SPINEBUSTAAAAHHHHH!! BOOYAH! LVK: My God, what impact on the move! Power is one thing young Colby Greene possesses in _truckloads_! [Greene is up to his feet first, with James following slowly. He's whipped into the far corner, hitting the turnbuckles backfirst, and Greene charges in...] *SMAAACK-THAAPP!!* [Awe pop!] LVK: BIG LARIAT IN THE CORNER BY GREENE! [And he whips James again, into the far corner, and charges in again...] *SMAAAACK-THAAPP!!* RP: Another one! He _crushed_ James in the corner! LVK: Two hundred and sixty pounds running at full speed... that's a lot of impact before you even take into account Colby Greene's power and the _ferocity_ with which he hits all of his moves. RP: He's an angry young man Van Keel. Mucho angryo. [Greene scoops James up and hoists him into a gorilla press, holding him up for a few seconds, eliciting a round of cheers from the crowd, before throwing his smaller opponent towards the corner...] *THAAAP-THUUUDD!* [...Griff' hitting the top turnbuckle facefirst, his back going rigid, before he staggers back from the turnbuckles, and is scooped up from behind, Greene lifting James belly-to-back style, before swinging him around...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dropping him in a sitout powerbomb!] LVK: What a move, and here's the count! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LVK: NO! RP: You think that little punkhead wishes he'd stayed in Nowheresville and not come back to RCW? [Greene pulls James into a standing headscissors, angrily pointing at the mat, indicating that he's about to drive Griff' into it, before lifting powerbomb-style... only for James to flip right through... but instead of landing on his feet, he turns as he falls, grabbing Colby's head on the way down...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...drilling him into the mat with an Ace Crusher! POP!] LVK: OOOHHH!! JAMES COUNTERED THE POWERBOMB WITH AN EGO CRUSHAAAAHHH!! [Springing right back to his feet, James charges at Greene, who lunges with a punch, which misses, because James drops to the mat, baseball sliding between the big man's legs. James leaps to his feet as Greene spins around...] *SMAAACK!* [...to find James' elbow charging into his jaw! And a flurry of them follow, as James goes nuts on the Bayou Bad Boy!] *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* LVK: GRIFFIN JAMES IS UNLOADING ELBOW AFTER ELBOW ON GREENE!! HE'S FIRED UP!! [Greene is really rocked by the blows, being driven back step by step as James wails on him with tornado-like fury! He's really holding nothing back, the elbows hitting Greene in the face with stiff impact... then Griff' winds up...] *SMAAACKKKK!!* [...and unleashes a hellacious elbow, knocking Greene through the ropes to the floor! BIG FACE POP!] LVK: OH BOY!! WHAT AN ELBOW!! IT KNOCKED GREENE CLEAR OUT OF THE RING!! RP: Down goes the big man! LVK: And here comes James out after him! He's got a look of determination and urgency in his eyes! [Rolling out to the floor, James doesn't even give Greene the chance to get back to his feet, striking while the Bayou Bad Boy is up on one knee...driving a boot into the side of his head. This knocks Greene down to his hands and knees, but he powers back up to his knees...] *THWACK!* [...only to wear another boot in the face! Defiantly the Baby Bull drives up to one knee, but gets a boot in the gut, before James places his right leg across the back of Greene's neck, then lifts and drives down...] *THWAAAAPPP!!!* LVK: GUILLOTINE FACE DRIVER ON THE FLOOR!! RP: James is like a freakin' pitbull after a scrap of meat! This sure ain't the same old Griffin James we've seen before! LVK: I'll say! I've never seen him so... _brutal_. OH BOY! AND ABOUT TO UP THE BRUTALITY COUNT BY ABOUT A MILLION! [What's Larry talking about? How about Griffin James with a shiny, black steel chair, all folded up and in his hands! HARDCORE POP! He jumps up onto the apron, waiting as Greene climbs up to his feet, then leaping...] *KAH-LAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!!* [...and deliving a jumping chairshot that _crushes_ the chair over Colby's head! MASSIVE HARDCORE POP!!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! LVK: SKULLCRUSHING _JUMPING_ CHAIRSHOT BY GRIFFIN JAMES!! [Colby Greene dropped straight to the floor after the chairshot, but now... to the amazement of everyone in the arena... he rises to his feet, looking more pissed off than hurt. HUGE NO SELL POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! RP: THAT CHAIRSHOT JUST PISSED THE BAYOU BAD BOY OFF!! [James looks startled for a moment, but then swings into action, jabbing the chair end-first towards Greene's midsection... only for Greene to sidestep slightly, and plant a powerful hand on it, ripping the chair out of Griff's grasp! PANIC POP!!] LVK: UH OH!! NOW GREENE HAS THE CHAIR!! RP: Griffin James is a dead man! [Realising the position of power he now has, Greene doesn't strike right away. His eyes wide with adrenaline, he gets a good, firm grip on the chair, stalking forward slightly as James decides that there's only one way to defend against a chair... and that's by attacking. He charges forward...] *OOPPHH!!* [...but wears the end of the chair in his gut! This doubles him over, and Greene grabs hold of the chair by two legs, swinging it skyward...] RP: PREPARE TO DIE PUNKHEAD! *OOOPPPHHH!!* [BIG POP!!] RP: HEY! THAT BITCH! LVK: Miss Cherry strikes with a low blow before Greene can waffle James with the chair! [As Colby drops to his knees, letting go of the chair as he clutches at his groin, Miss Cherry looks at referee Marc Gioffre, a cute-and-innocent look on her face as she shrugs her shoulders and says "Sorry, force of habit".] LVK: I guess old habits _do_ die hard. [James rolls Greene back into the ring, and then slingshots himself back in over the top rope...] *THUUUUUDDDDD!!* LVK: Slingshot legdrop by James! And now the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NO! LVK: Only two! [James leaves Greene lying on the mat and makes his way to the top rope, the fans rising and cheering as he leaps...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...the elbowdrop missing its mark!] LVK: THE SHOWTIME ELBOWDROP MISSED!! RP: Greene rolled out of the way! [Both men roll to their feet, and it's Greene who strikes, nailing James with a hard punch, then moving in behind him, hooking on the rear waistlock. He lifts...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!* [HEAD-DROPPING POP!!!] LVK: BIIIIIIG GERMAN SUPLEX BY GREENE!!! RP: Damn, he dropped James right on his skull! LVK: Showing that he's not only powerful, but he'll pull out a big wrestling move when he needs it too! HE COVERS! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP! Greene drags James up, punching away at him, before applying a gutwrench, and hoisting him up, using his power to keep James elevated for a few seconds, before not merely dropping him... but _driving_ him down...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: POWERFUL GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!! GREENE HAS HIM FOLDED OVER, HERE'S THE COUNT!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! [Face pop!] LVK: Kickout, but it was close! Griffin James is in bad shape here, as Colby Greene continues to pound him into submission! [Greene whips James into the far corner, and charges in...] *THWAACK!!* [...right into both of Griffin's raised boots. This drives Greene back from the corner, a stunned look on his face. He stops, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, and gets ready to continue the battle... but stops when James suddenly points to his groin, yelling at him "Hey man, your balls are showing!" Greene looks down... sees that James is of course lying... but his gaze is still down south as Griffin's right boot comes flying in...] *OOOPHHH!!* [RUDO FACE POP!!] LVK: OOOOHHHH!!! RP: Goddammit, he kicked him square in the yambags! That's twice now that Greene's been belted in the grapes! LVK: It's hardly conventional, and I can't condone it, but then Griffin James has never been what you'd call conventional! [For the second time, Greene drops to his knees, clutching at his groin, leaving himself open to James' charge out of the corner...] *THWAAACKK-THUUUDDDD!!* [...nailing Greene in the face with a low, side-on dropkick!] LVK: Dropkick right to the face! The brutality continues! [James climbs the turnbuckles, but as he reaches the top, Greene lets out a furious roar and lunges to his feet, charging into the corner and driving a punch into Griffin's stomach, before climbing up to the middle rope, and lifting James up...] [...throwing him up and over his head as he falls backwards....] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: FALLAWAY SLAM FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE!! RP: How'd he get up so quick?! The guy must have steel 'nads! LVK: Uh, not sure on that one Rick, but Colby Greene _does_ have a steely resolve, that's for sure! [Cringing as he climbs to his feet, showing that all's not well south of the border, Greene looks decidedly pissed off. He stomps at James' head a few times, before turning to the crowd and yelling "shut the hell up". HEEL POP!] LVK: Colby Greene is in one _foul_ mood. RP: You would be too if you'd been hit in the yambags _twice_! [James staggers up to his feet, and gets yanked into a standing headscissors. With a roar, Greene hoists him up, takes a step forward...] *THAAAP-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [...powerbombing him into the corner, James' head slamming into the top turnbuckle! BRUTALITY POP!!] RP: HOLY CRAP! JAMES' HEAD BOUNCED OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE LIKE IT WAS BEING SLAMDUNKED BY SHAQ! LVK: James isn't moving! Greene covers! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE- [FACE POP!] LVK: NO! Somehow Griffin James finds the strength to kick out! RP: Yeah, but that might be the last thing he does in this match! The guy's barely conscious! LVK: And Colby Greene senses it. He's got James right where he wants him... [But instead of going for the kill, Colby grins and slowly walks over to the ropes, gesturing suggestively at Miss Cherry, who yells something back at him. Greene chuckles to himself, before returning to James, and making another cover... but this time putting his legs up onto the middle rope, showing that he has indeed learned a few tricks from his new mentors, Mr Kinsey and Mr Langseth...] LVK: Greene has his feet on the ropes... Marc Gioffre doesn't see it! HE'S COUNTING! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- [James gets his shoulder up, helped by Greene's legs being pushed off the ropes, by a certain little lady at ringside. BIG POP!] LVK: Miss Cherry made sure Greene wouldn't get the win by cheating! RP: Damn her! [Greene rolls to his knees, glaring out at Cherry, who smiles as if to say "who, widdle ol' me?" Stomping to his feet, Colby doesn't make any sudden movements, just standing and looking down at the former president of RCW, but then he grabs the ropes, and climbs through. PANIC POP!] RP: The bitch has bitten off more than she can chew now! LVK: Who knows what this monster will do to her? [As Greene slowly drops to the floor, Cherry starts to back up, the slightest hint of fear in her eyes. Her back hits the ringpost, the fans roaring for Greene to leave her alone... okay, so maybe a few are screaming for him to hurt her - those with long memories and who remember how much of a bitch she was during RCW's first run. Anyway, Greene advances, sensing that he's got her cornered, the smile returning to his face. But what he doesn't realise is that all of this has given James time to recover - he slides out of the ring behind the big man from Baton Rouge. Greene's too busy eyeing up the sexy curves of Miss Cherry. He goes to grab at her, but she strikes first...] *SMAAAACK!* [...slapping him right across the face! The force of the slap spins Greene around, right into a right-hand punch from James! This of course spins him back around...] *SMAAAACKKK!!* [...for slap numero dos! Back around the big guy spins, his face reddening with each second, and a dazed look in his eyes. James cocks his elbow... and drives the point of it down into Greene's forehead! FACE POP!!] LVK: LOOK AT THIS! JAMES AND MISS CHERRY ARE TEAMING UP TO REALLY GIVE IT TO COLBY GREENE! RP: Come on ref! Do something about it! [Marc Gioffre does slide from the ring and force Miss Cherry to back away from the wrestlers, leaving James and Greene to continue their battle. James has the advantage as he punches away at the bigger man, then whips him... but Greene reverses it...] *KLAAAANKKKK!* [Hardcore pop!] LVK: OH! Backfirst into the steel railing goes Griffin James! RP: The Bayou Bad Boy's firing up again! [Greene grabs James by the hair, dragging him away from the railing, then launching him with ease...] *KLANK!* [...headfirst into the steel ringpost! James goes tumbling to the floor, and for a moment it looks like Greene might continue his attack, but instead he stops, bending down and grabbing hold of the safety mats... and ripping them up! HARDCORE POP!!] LVK: GREENE'S REMOVING THE MATS, EXPOSING THE CONCRETE UNDERNEATH!! RP: OH MAN, JAMES IS IN _BIG_ TROUBLE! [The Louisiana native drags James back up to his feet, driving a punch into his head, then another, keeping Griff' subdued, before clamping both hands around his throat, and lifting...] *SHA-MAAAAACKKKKKKKK!!!!* [MASSIVE HARDCORE 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: Sweet Merciful Crap! LVK: BRUTAL DOUBLE-HANDED CHOKESLAM... RIGHT ONTO THE CONCRETE!! [James is in a world of pain, his back arched and surprise showing on his face as he groans loudly.] LVK: What an uncompromising athlete this young man is! RP: Ain't he great? LVK: We're seeing right now why RCW is rated the number one wrestling organisation in the world. It's not just because of the established superstars, the Vasquezss, the Kinseys, the Destinys, the Martinezes, the Valentines... it's also because of the next batch of world class superstars we're seeing develop before our every eyes - the Danny Chaynes, the Corey Harts, the Jeff Kujawas... the Colby Greenes and the Griffin James. [With Marc Gioffre barking at him to take it back into the ring, Greene gives the zebra shirt a disdainful look, then rolls James back in, before climbing in after him, and making the cover...] LVK: GREENE WITH THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FACE POP!] LVK: Griffin James survives after being chokeslammed onto concrete! INCREDIBLE! RP: Like I said before Van Keel, this ain't the same Griffin James as before. The old James would have given up by now. [Seemingly unperturbed by James' resilience, Greene yanks him up off the mat, and roughly pulls him into a standing headscissors, before raising one arm into the air. Anticipation/ panic pop!] RP: JAMES IS ABOUT TO TAKE A TRIP TO THE BAYOU! [Colby takes hold of James around the midsection, then easily hoists him up and into powerbomb position, keeping hold of him up there for a second... when suddenly James breaks free, sliding down Greene's back, dropping to his feet on the mat. Both men spin around, but James is ready...] *SMAAACK!* [...unleashing a hellacious elbowshot into Greene's face! POP!] LVK: OH!! BIG ELBOW BY GRIFFIN JAMES!! *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* [THROWIN' DEM BOWS POP!!] LVK: LOOK AT THE FEISTY LITTLE BASTARD GO!! HE'S THROWING ELBOW AFTER ELBOW AND HAS COLBY GREENE REELING!! RP: Jesus! Those elbows are so damn hard I'd swear it's his cousin Tommy James out there! [Pausing after his flurry of elbows, Griffin holds out his right hand, then hoicks a big wad of spit into the palm, before closing it up...] *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* *SMAACK!!* [...and changing his flurry of blows from elbows to punches! BIG POP!! Greene, stunned and dazed, swings a big haymaker in retaliation, which doesn't even come close to finding its mark, James easily ducking out of the way, then executing a short-arm whip into a drop toehold that drops Greene throatfirst across the bottom rope. Leaving him draped there, James runs and rebounds off the far ropes, coming charging back and leaping into the air...] *THWAAAACK-GURRRRRKKK!!* [...driving his right knee down into the back of Greene's head, which is of course trapped against the ropes! HUGE STIFFNESS POP!!!] LVK: OOOHHH!! COLBY GREENE JUST GOT PUNK'D!! RP: Aston Kutcher is here? Where? LVK: No Rick, that's what Griffin calls that move, and WHAT A DEVASTATING MOVE IT IS!! [James rolls Greene onto his back, then hooks the leg...] LVK: JAMES WITH THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE-NOOOOOO!!!!!!! [Disappointed pop!] LVK: So close, but Colby Greene kicked out! RP: The kid's got spunk! LVK: James has taken a heck of a beating himself in this match, but he's back in control now... dragging Greene up... [...and applying a front chancery, before hooking one leg...] LVK: HE WANTS TO FINISH HIM WITH THE JAMESTOWN MASSACRE!! [He lifts... but can't budge Greene! James tries again, but still can't lift him!] RP: He hasn't got the energy left in him to get the big Baby Bull up! [Suddenly Greene breaks free of the hold, ducking a punch from James and booting him in the gut. He applies a gutwrench, then hoists James up over one shoulder, Griffin looking up into the lights in a Canadian backbreaker position, as Greene lets rip with a gutteral, awe-inspiring roar! Then, holding James' torso, he drives forward, swinging him over...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...nailing an inverted powerslam move!] LVK: BRETT BOMB!! BRETT BOMB!! THAT'S THE FINISHING MOVE OF COLBY'S FAMOUS UNCLE, BRETT GREENE!! RP: HERE'S THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [?] LVK: NO! KICKOUT BY GRIFFIN JAMES!! [BIG FACE POP!!] RP: Dammit! LVK: But Colby Greene isn't giving up just yet! HE'S GOING FOR ANOTHER BRETT BOMB!! [James can offer nothing in the way of resistence as Greene hoists him up again into the Canadian backbreaker position, but suddenly he _does_ show resistence, raking the big man's eyes, forcing Greene to break his grip. James slides down his back...] LVK: James got free! He's back on the mat on his feet... *THAAAAPPP!!* LVK: ...and shoves Greene facefirst into the top turnbuckle! [Greene turns around, staggering out of the corner, and James goes running into the far ropes, rebounding and then kicking his legs, driving his right boot towards the Bayou Bad Boy's face...] *THWAAAACCKKK!!* LVK: YAKUUUUUUUUUUUZA KICK!!! RP: IT DIDN'T EVEN KNOCK GREENE DOWN!! [Seeing this, James runs into the ropes again, rebounding again, and repeating the dose...] *THWWAAAACKK!!* [...but while it rocks Greene back a step, it still doesn't knock him down. Greene shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs instantly, and then defiantly roars at James! NO SELL POP!!] LVK: MY GOD, A SECOND _BRAIN-RATTLING_ YAKUZA KICK AND STILL COLBY GREENE STANDS!! [Griffin James is a stubborn bastard, so of course he sprints into the ropes, determined to get even more momentum, then unleashing the Yakuza kick from hell...] *THWAAAACCCKKKKK!!* LVK: A _THIRD_ ONE, AND THAT ONE WAS HARD ENOUGH TO DRIVE AN ELEPHANT OFF HIS FEET!! RP: BUT YET COLBY GREENE IS STILL STANDING!! WHAT A _BEHEMOTH_!! [But Greene was clearly rocked by the third kick, and he takes a step forward, before his legs give way, and he collapses to the canvas! FACE POP!] LVK: He may be a behemoth, but even he couldn't withstand the force of that Yakuza kick, which was just about the hardest damn Yakuza kick I've _ever_ seen! [James actually slaps himself in the face a few times really fast as he goes nuts, firing himself up, before dragging Greene up to his feet, and hooking on the front chancery, then going to hook the leg....] LVK: JAMESTOWN MASSACRE- [...but Greene reacts out of desperation, driving James backwards into the corner...] *SMAACK-UGGGH-SMAACK-THWAAP!!* [...sandwiching Marc Gioffre between James and the turnbuckles! SHOCK POP!! Gioffre crumples to the mat!] LVK: OH DEAR! DOWN GOES THE REFEREE!! [Greene whips James into the ropes, firing a lariat at his head, but James ducks it, both men stopping and turning around. James scoops the big man up bodyslam-style and then quickly drops into a sitout position...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...driving Colby headfirst down into the mat beside him!] [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!] LVK: THERE'S THE NORTHERN LIGHTS BOMB, OR AS GRIFFIN JAMES LIKE TO CALL IT, THE _TUPAC_ BOMB!! THAT USUALLY MEANS LIGHTS OUT AND GOODNIGHT, AND NOW HERE'S THE COVER!! RP: NO REF! [PROTEST POP!] LVK: Marc Gioffre is still down, so there's noone to make the count! It's been more than three, but without the referee's count, it means nothing! [James climbs out of the cover and goes over to check on Gioffre, but the official is off in dreamland about now. Griff' looks angry, but then returns to Greene, grabbing him by the legs and applying a Scorpion deathlock!] LVK: THAT'S THE FORT WASHINGTON LOCKDOWN!! JAMES HAS IT LOCKED ON!! RP: Yeah, but the ref's still down! LVK: Greene looks ready to tap! [As everyone in the arena concentrates on Greene, waiting for his hand to tap against the mat, it takes a couple of seconds before anyone realises that a mystery figure has climbed into the ring... a figure dressed all in black, with a black mask and black cowboy hat.] LVK: Who is this? RP: Is that... wait... is it? LVK: Who? RP: The... Masked Outlaw? [Sneaking in behind James, the masked guy has a chair in his hand, which he cocks, the fans screaming to alert Griffin, but it's too late...] *KAH-LAAAAANKKKK-THUUUUDDDDDD!!* LVK: DEAR GOD!! THE MASKED OUTLAW JUST NAILED GRIFFIN JAMES WITH A CHAIRSHOT FULL FORCE FROM BEHIND! [The blow knocks James flat onto his face, and out of the Scorpion deathlock, as the fans go nuts, with a DEAFENING HEEL POP!!] LVK: What's going on here? Doesn't this guy work for another company? RP: I guess we must pay better... that or he got sick of watching some fat guy in a Lakers jersey give head to Caleb Temple. LVK: Ouch. [As the boos continue to rain down from all sides, The Masked Outlaw slides from the ring, his work done. Greene slowly climbs to his feet, and sees James laid out. He gives the referee a nudge, before dragging James up...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...and driving him into the mat with a high-impact sitout powerbomb!] RP: BAYOU BOOOOOOOOOOOMB!! LVK: After the chairshot from the Masked Outlaw, and now the Bayou Bomb, the count is academic... [The ref crawls over, and starts the count.] ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING!!* [Big heel heat!] RP: Yeah! Take that Griffin James! And you too Miss Cherry! LVK: Colby Greene picks up the win, but he had the help of The Masked Outlaw, who... to be honest, has raised more questions than he has answered by turning up here tonight. Is he aligned with Club Elite? Was he helping Colby Greene, or does he have some kind of vendetta against Griffin James? [Greene rolls from the ring, holding onto his head, but then thrusting both arms into the air.] DS: Here is your winner.... "THE BAYOU BAD BOY" COLBY GREEEEEEEEEEENE!! [HEEL POP!! Back in the ring, Miss Cherry tends to Griffin, who still hasn't moved after the chairshot and Bayou Bomb.] RP: The first of many great victories for Club Elite here tonight! And it's all going to end with Luke Kinsey as World champion! I can't wait! [Fade out to DVD commercials and the sort.] [Fade back in to Larry and Rick.] LVK: Well Rick, next up we're going to see a match that could come down to a battle between submission holds. We all know how devastating Alex Ripley's jujigatame is, and Tommy Stephens has been threatening to end Ripley's career with his Champion's Lock anklehold. Let's head to the ring! [Cross to David Stokes.] DS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! [Boiler Room's "Superficial" sounds out on the PA as the RCW Television Champion forever - the Champion's Champion - Tommy Stephens steps out to a large heel pop. Follow Tommy is his manager, Fudo Waru, decked in a slick blue pinstrip suit. Stephens wears his normal black with purple stripes wrestling tights, along with one very confident grin. As he approaches the ring, Tommy lets a couple choice words fly to a nearby vocal fan. Stephens points in the face of the fan before Fudo wisely directs him back to the ring before anything more could happen.] DS: Introducing first... accompanied to the ring by Fudo Waru... weighing 248 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan... TOMMY STEPHEEEEEEEEENS!! ["Outshined" by Soundgarden blares over the speakers. Face pop! Alex Ripley steps through the curtains, stopping immediately and looking out to the Boston wrestling faithful. His eyes stop on the diehard section of the crowd, and he points out at them in a challenging way, yelling out some choice words.] DS: And his opponent... from the Virgin Islands... weighing 224 pounds... ALEX RIIIIIIIIIIIPLEY!! [Ripley walks down the aisle, his eyes locked on Stephens. He rolls in underneath the bottom rope, pushing up to his feet and immediately walking to the far ropes. He throws both arms into the air, bringing a pop from the crowd.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Singles Match | \____________________________________________________________________/ ___ ____ _ _ _ _ _ _ ____ ___ ____ ___ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ | | | |\/| |\/| \_/ [__ | |___ |__] |__| |___ |\ | [__ | |__| | | | | | ___] | |___ | | | |___ | \| ___] _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| ____ _ ____ _ _ ____ _ ___ _ ____ _ _ |__| | |___ \/ |__/ | |__] | |___ \_/ | | |___ |___ _/\_ | \ | | |___ |___ | ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Terry Jue | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!!* [Stephens strolls up to Ripley with a hint of arrogance in his step. He points to Ripley's ankle and then brings up both of his hands, making them both into fists and completing a "Snap!" motion. He then makes a fist, threatening Ripley with severe bodily harm if he doesn't leave. Ripley looks down and away, before clenching his fist...] [FACE POP!] RP: Hey, that was a cheap shot! Ripley's like school in the summer...no class! LVK: Stephens was his usual arrogant self and was apparently expecting Ripley to forfeit this match! [Ripley is all over the stunned Stephens, backing him into a corner with an explosive flurry of forearm shots to the head and jaw.] LVK: I've never seen Alex Ripley so fired up! He looks like a man possessed! RP: Closed fist, damnit! Closed fist! LVK: Ripley hasn't even thrown a punch! [Stephens gets rocked by several forearms, looking incredibly stunned by Ripley's assault. Ripley backs away, before nearly decapitating Stephens with a perfectly executed European uppercut! Face pop!] LVK: OH! That European uppercut was right on the money! And Ripley sends Stephens for the ride... [Heel pop!] LVK: ...nobody home! Alex Ripley runs chest-first into the corner! RP: Ripley's not a brawler, Van Keel. He's supposed to be a technical wizard. Trying to go toe-to-toe with a ridiculously tough guy like Tommy Stephens is the greatest mistake you could ever make! LVK: "Tough guy?"..."Tommy Stephens?" Those words just don't go together, Rick. He's quite possibly the biggest coward I've ever seen step into a wrestling ring. RP: Cowardly...LIKE A FOX!!! LVK: *Sigh* [Ripley stumbles out of the corner with the wind knocked out of him. Stephens sprints into the ropes, rebounding off at resounding speed...and suddenly comes to a dead stop right in front of Alex Ripley.] [Heel pop!] LVK: Eye gouge by Stephens! What a total lack of respect for the rules! RP: "Lack of respect?" That's technical brilliance! [Stunning Ripley, Fudo Waru immediately leaps onto the ring apron as Tommy grabs Ripley by the hair, lifting a knee...] Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! LVK: Knee to the groin! That's totally uncalled for! RP: That's completely called for! LVK: There's no reason for Stephens to resort to any of these underhanded tactics! What on God's green Earth would give Stephens any justifiable reason to do that to Alex Ripley!? RP: The man's got burning genitals! Do I need to draw a freakin' map for you? [With Ripley curled up in a fetal position, Stephens struts his stuff around his opponent's prone form, pausing at the foot of his body, laying in an occasional stomp. He bends down and slaps Ripley in the back of the head a few times, shouting all sorts of horrible things about Ripley's mother.] LVK: This is classic Tommy Stephens, folks. In other words...he's being a complete and total jerk. RP: Who are you to doubt Tommy Stephens? He's doing exactly what he said he'd do. He's dominating this punkhead! [Stephens grabs Ripley by the hair and pulls him to his feet, driving a knee to the back. He follows up by lifting Ripley up into a sideslam position and smiles, even giving Fudo Waru a big THUMBS UP!, before dropping Ripley across his knee with a vicious backbreaker! Heel pop!] RP: That's right, Tommy, take your time. Dismantle Ripley piece by piece. LVK: A backbreaker right across the knee! I would've thought Stephens would be targetting that ankle he worked over with the Champion's Lock, but he hasn't even so much as looked at it so far. RP: When you're a perfect living weapon like Tommy Stephens, you can pick and choose which bodypart you're going to cripple first! [Ripley rolls to his knees, only to be knocked right back down with a nasty kick to the side. Stephens has a look of complete confidence on his face now. He backs up, motioning for Ripley to get back to his feet. Stephens' shout of "Your mom goes to college!" shockingly draws a huge amount of jeers from the crowd.] LVK: Alex Ripley struggling to his feet... RP: He's too stupid to realize that his body's already damaged beyond repair, obviously. He's just lucky he hasn't suffered through the mighty power of the Tommy Stephens-sty-... LVK: Don't even go there, Rick. [Ripley gets to his feet, as Stephens charges at him from across the ring, hellbent on...ummm...knocking him down with a clothesline. He misses by roughly five miles, as Ripley quickly grabs him by the wrist and SNAPS him over his shoulder with a judo-type throw!] *THHHUUUUD!* RP: ACK! Where the hell did that come from!? LVK: Ipponzei shoulder throw! Stephens was completely caught off-guard by that counter! [Rolling to his feet with Stephens' wrist still in his grasp, Ripley pulls it over his head and snaps Stephen's right arm right across his shoulder, dropping to his knees as he does it, causing the eternal Television champion to literally bounce into the air and onto his back, holding his arm in pain!] LVK: And an armbreaker takes Stephens down! Stephens scrambles back and immediately retreats into the corner! What a coward! RP: He's letting Ripley come to him. And the punkhead that he is, I bet he's going to follow him right in. [Stephens attempts to beg off, pulling Ripley by the front of his tights and tossing him into the corner! Heel pop!] RP: What'd I tell ya'! Oldest trick in the book! LVK: Ripley got suckered into the corner... [Face pop!] LVK: ...but Ripley cracks him right in the jaw with a back elbow! Stephens' plan backfired! RP: That's preposterous! He must be doing this lull Ripley into a false sense of security! LVK: Stephens is staggered... *THWWWWAAAAAPPPPP!!!* [POP!] LVK: ...and he gets flattened by a lariat! [Stephens is almost immediately back to his feet, but is clearly dazed, falling right back onto the canvas. He quickly rolls out of the ring and at the feet of Fudo Waru, sitting up and making a "T" with his hands, yelling "Timeout! Timeout!." However, before his elderly manager can give him any sound advice, Waru rushes out of the way like a bat out of hell as Alex Ripley slides under the ropes, nailing a standing Stephens with a baseball slide!] *THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!* [FACE POP!!!] LVK: Stephens hits hard, smashing right into that guardrail shoulder-first! RP: Damnit! He was in the middle of a timeout! LVK: There's no timeouts in wrestling, Perle! You wrestled for over twenty years, you should know that more than anyone! RP: Yeah, but I'm...OLD SCHOOL~! [Stephens stumbles up holding his shoulder, completely disoriented. Ripley grabs him and whips him forward into the ringsteps...] *CLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNNKKKKK!!!!!* [Face pop!] RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY! That damn Virginian's trying to kill Tommy! LVK: The Virgin Islands, Rick. He's from the Virgin Islands. RP: He can be the partially aborted fetus of the mythical Taylor triplet from Mama Taylor's festering womb for all I care! He can't do that to the Champion of Champions! LVK: Ripley rolls Stephens back into the ring. He hooks a hammerlock... *THHHUUUUDD!* LVK: ...into a back suplex onto the right arm! Beautiful chain wrestling by Alex Ripley and here's the pin... ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! RP: It's going to take a hell lot more than that, Ripley! [The crowd gives a sigh, as Stephens slips a shoulder up. Ripley gets back to his feet and pulls Stephens up, but he gets stopped cold by a fist to the midsection and an upward thumb thrust to the eye, that quickly backs up Ripley. Stephens sees his opening...] *SMMMAAAACK!* LVK: SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE MONEY!! RP: He almost took his damn head off! [Stephens doesn't follow up however, instead taking the opportunity to turn around and flexing his...well, something that can be considered biceps. Heel pop!] LVK: What an obnoxious jerk! Stephens should be more concerned with the match than with congratulating himself! RP: He's got everything under control now. What's there to be afraid of? [Stephens turns back around and makes a fist. He measures up and catches Ripley with a fist to the head, a quick hook to the body, and he then raises his hand high into the air, before planting an overhand slap to the chest that echoes throughout the arena!] *SLLLAAAAPP!* RP: Wahaha! Ripley's getting spanked like a Saigon whore! LVK: Rick! [Clearly happy with himself, Stephens kisses his knuckles and cocks his arm back, aiming for another well-placed punch...] LVK: Ripley catches Stephens' arm! *THHHUUUUD!* [FACE POP!] LVK: Into another ipponzei! He's trying to manuever Stephens into the jujigatame!! RP: Ah crap! LVK: But Stephens immediately scissors his legs around the ropes! Ripley was *this* close to locking in his dreaded cross-armbar! [Stephens gets back to his feet shaking out the kinks in his shoulder, only to be nailed with a quick kick to the gut. Ripley grabs Stephens by the arm and whips him towards the far corner, only to have it reversed, hitting the corner hard.] LVK: Stephens reverses...charges into the corner... *CLLLAAAANK!* RP: Damnit! Just stay there and take your beating like a man! LVK: Nobody home! And Stephens' hits the ringpost hard! [Stephens slowly pushes himself from the corner, but Ripley had already rebounded off the adjacent ropes, coming at the former TV champ at a blistering speed...] LVK: Ripley! [...leaping into the air and grabbing Stephens into a front facelock...] RP: Goddamnit, who does... [...spinning...twisting...falling as if he's going for a Tornado DDT...] RP: ...he think... [...but shifts his grip in mid-air, scissoring his legs around Tommy Stephen's arm...] RP: ...he is? [...and rolling...] *THHHUUUUD!!!* [...right into the jujigatame!! FACE POP!!!] RP: SWEET BUTTERY JESUS!!! How the hell did he pull that off!? LVK: HE'S GOT IT LOCKED ON!!! THE JUJIGATAME!!! STEPHENS IS IN AGONY!!! RP: Come on, man! Swat away this puny man with your God-like powers! [Between the tortured screams, however, Fudo Waru saves his charge from sure defeat, quickly climbing onto the apron to distract referee Marc Gioffre. As he goes to confront the aged manager, a familiar face leaps over the guardrail and slides into the ring. A man in a suit. A "mysterious" man in a suit.] LVK: The Mysterious Suited Guy! Tommy Stephens' former bodyguard! He's going to break up the jujigatame! RP: MSG back in the hizzy! [Seeing MSG, but too late to evade his stomp, Ripley breaks the jujigatame in time to receive a glancing boot to the back. He quickly gets to his feet as MSG charges in with a lariat, but Ripley immediately catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex, sending him over the ropes and out of the ring!] *THHHUUUUD!!* LVK: Belly-to-belly suplex on MSG! Ripley uses MSG's own momentum against him and tosses him hard onto the floor! RP: Damn him! [HEEL POP!] LVK: OH! Stephens catches Ripley with a chopblock! The distraction was enough! RP: Time to take Ripley to school! He can kiss that ankle goodbye! [Feeling pretty full of himself, Stephens gives Ripley a well-placed stomp to the ankle.] LVK: And Stephens immediately begins to work on that ankle! RP: He's going to hurt Ripley as much and as long as he can before he locks on the Champion's Lock, Van Keel. [Stephens grabs Ripley by the leg and drags him over to the ropes, draping it on the bottome rope. He looks out into the crowd for a split-second, before rapidly sitting down onto the leg! Heel pop!] LVK: And Stephens drives his weight down onto Stephens' leg! RP: You've never been in the ring, Van Keel, but I assure you that there's nothing worse than having to wrestle without the use of a limb. Ripley's screwed. He's utterly screwed. LVK: Stephens grabs Ripley by the ankle and lifts it into the air... *THHHUUUUNK!!* LVK: ...and slams his knee right into the canvas! RP: This is it, Van Keel! It's the beginning of the end! [The eternal Television champion stalks a pained Ripley, who attempts to crawl, scratch, and fight his way back to his feet, but Stephens pounces, driving his shoulder into Ripley's knee, before attempting to lock in the Champion's Lock!] LVK: He's going for it! Stephens is trying to turn Ripley over for the ankle lock, but Ripley's fighting it! RP: Stop struggling, punkhead, and let fate take its course! LVK: Ripley's kicking with his free leg...to the face...to the head...he's kicked free! RP: Crap! [Face pop!] LVK: I'm impressed by Alex Ripley! He's still fighting back despite Stephens' onslaught on his ankle! RP: Bah...he'll end up a legless gimp at this rate. [Ripley gets up slowly, pretty much hobbling on one foot. He gets to his feet as Stephens quickly recovers, charging right at him. However, the former protege of Mark Langseth is easily side-stepped, running right into the turnbuckles chest-first!] LVK: Stephens hits the corner hard! RP: Damnit Tommy, don't blindly run in! LVK: And Ripley with the waistlock... *THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!* [FACE POP!!!] RP: GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!!! Call him Rick Marley, because he just pulled that one out of his ass! LVK: Release German suplex by Alex Ripley! No bridge, all impact! RP: And he ends up hurting himself with the move. A freakin' clothesline would've worked there, too. LVK: I don't think Ripley even cares. He's waited months to get his hands on Tommy Stephens and he's going to do as much damage as possible. RP: That bastard! [Having seemingly aggravated the delicate condition of his ankle, Ripley is slow to his feet. Stephens is up as well, backing off a bit once he sees Ripley also on his feet. He holds up both hands as if he doesn't want any trouble, before suddenly lashing out with a punch that Ripley easily blocks, responding with a hellacious European uppercut! Face pop!] LVK: Punch...blocked! European uppercut by Ripley! And another! Stephens is staggered... [HEEL POP!] LVK: ...but he catches Ripley with a kick right to the ankle! RP: BRILLIANT! [Stephens grabs Ripley, but is immediately staggered by a headbutt that catches him across the bridge of the nose!] LVK: No! That headbutt catches Stephens' right in the face! [Pop!] And another European uppercut floors him! [Popping up to his feet, before Stephens can even figure out which Ripley is the correct one to punch through his double vision, he finds his arm grabbed and suddenly yanked down...] *THHHUUUUD!!* [...HARD.] LVK: Single-arm DDT! He could've separated Tommy Stephens' shoulder right there! RP: Don't let him get that jamiroquai locked on ya', Tommy! LVK: Jujigatame. RP: Gezundheit. [Pulling Stephens to his feet, Ripley hooks Stephens into a hammerlock, before scooping him up and dropping him right down onto his arm!] LVK: A hammerlock bodyslam by Ripley and now it's Stephens who's on the receiving end of an all-out assault on a limb! RP: He already tried to tear off Tommy's arm before, what more does this sadistic bastard want!? LVK: Tommy Stephens has used every loophole, every shortcut and every ludicrous method he possibly could to keep away from Ripley. [He pulls Stephens back to his feet, but is immediately stopped by an eyerake! Heel pop!] LVK: And just like that, Tommy Stephens buys himself more time with another underhanded tactic! RP: He's a brilliant ring general, Van Keel. Don't even try to deny it! [MSG suddenly leaps onto the ring apron, drawing Marc Gioffre's attention away. This allows Stephens to quickly drop to his knees...] LVK: Son of a bitch! [...and hits Alex Ripley with the damndest low blow that anyone may very well have ever seen! HUGE HEEL POP!] RP: Well, damn. Even I have to admit...that was just wrong. [Shaking out the feeling in his arm, he grabs a handful of hair and pulls Ripley to his feet. He hooks the former Super J-Crown champion into a front facelock and screams "It's over!!!" before lifting him straight into the air! Heel/Panic pop!] RP: Drop him on his damned head, Tommy! LVK: Stephens is going for the Vertical Suplex Spike! [However, the assault on Stephens' arm seems to have taken it's toll, because he can't seem to hold Ripley in place as his grip begins falters...] LVK: He can't hold on! *THHHUUUUD!* [...and Ripley immediately takes him down with an armbar...] RP: Oh crap! [...and once again locks on the jujigatame!!! FACE POP!] LVK: JUJIGATAME!!! Ripley's got it locked on again! RP: He's trying to fight it! Link your hands together, man! Link them together! LVK: Stephens is too far from the ropes! He's got nowhere to go! [Flailing away and rolling to and fro in order to find any way to relieve the pressure, Stephens' face is once again marred by pain. However, as before, ANOTHER familiar face from Tommy Stephens' past makes his presence known.] LVK: Goku Waru! It's Goku Waru! Tommy Stephens' original manager! RP: This is awesome! There's no way Ripley can win when the two greatest managerial minds in wrestler are in Stephens' corner! [Attempting to drag himself to the ropes, Stephens holds his free arm out, reaching out, still a few feet away. Sensing that his former charge is at his breaking point, Goku Waru immediately rummages through his kimono pockets as Fudo and MSG both leap onto the apron, distracting Marc Gioffre once more.] LVK: What the hell did Goku Waru just hand Tommy Stephens!? [HEEL POP!] [He slides an item into Stephens hands...] *CRRRAAAACCK!!* [HEEL POP!] LVK: That bastard! That low-down, sneaky cheat! Tommy Stephens just knocked out Alex Ripley with some foreign object! RP: Your filthy lies kill angels in heaven, Larry! He did no such thing! LVK: A roll of quarters! It was a roll of quarters! Marc Gioffre's back on the job, but Stephens already kicked it out of the ring! RP: Well, you know what they say. If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying! [Shaking off the effects of Ripley's offensive outburst, Tommy Stephens gets to his feet with a somewhat weary look on his face and some problematic pain in his shoulder. No longer looking quite as confident as before, he spots Goku, looking a bit shocked to see his old manager. He eyes a downed Ripley and a wide grin spreads across his face.] RP: The entire gang's back together! Ripley's got no chance, but it's not like he had one to begin with! Haha! LVK: I don't like that look on Tommy Stephens' face. Alex Ripley's in a world of trouble with all of Stephens' allies out here. [Stephens immediately tosses Ripley through the ropes and onto the ring floor, drawing a round of boos. He steps through the ropes and leaps down onto the floor and motions for MSG and the brothers Waru to give him a helping hand, pointing right to the steel ringsteps.] LVK: What the hell is he planning? RP: He's going to destroy that ankle, Van Keel! He's going to crush it into Lord knows how many pieces and then he's going to make this mook tapout to the Champion's lock! LVK: MSG and the Warus are pulling the ringsteps apart and Stephens' dragging Ripley over... *CLLLAAAANNNK!!* [Heel pop!] LVK: Come on, get this match back into the ring, Gioffre! RP: Skull on steel! I love it! LVK: Stephens just absolutely _slammed_ Ripley's head onto the steel steps! And now he's holding Ripley's ankle against the ringpost! What the hell's going on??? [MSG shoves forward, wedging Ripley's leg between steel steps and steel post. Marc Gioffre protests Stephens' shenanigans, but is rebuked by Stephens motioning of five across the eye. He takes a few steps back before doing a short sprint towards the steps...] *CLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKK!!* [BIG HEEL POP!] RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!! IT'S OVAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! LVK: What a vile act! Tommy Stephens just did a baseball slide right into those ringsteps! He could've broken Alex Ripley's ankle! RP: We can only hope. Ripley can join that punkhead Dan Thomas in the busted ankle ward of the hospital! LVK: He might have very damn well DID break his ankle! That was uncalled for! He should be disqualified! [With Ripley in agony, Stephens pulls Ripley back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, climbing back onto the ring apron and giving the crowd a big...THUMBS UP! Heel pop!] RP: Right back at at'cha, champ! LVK: Tommy Stephens has severely immobolized Alex Ripley, folks and you just know he's going to try to make him submit to the Champion's lock. RP: Poetic justice at it's finest, Larry. [Without missing a beat, Tommy Stephens goes in for the kill. He pounces on Ripley, twisting at Alex Ripley's ankle into directions it was never supposed to bend. HUGE HEEL POP!] LVK: CHAMPION'S LOCK!!!! STEPHENS HAS IT LOCKED ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! RP: This match is over, Larry! Ripley's deader than that hooker in Vasquez's closet! LVK: Rick! [With his body writhing in pain, his ankle feeling as if his foot's being torn away from his leg, and the ropes seemingly a lifetime away, Alex Ripley does everything in his power to distract himself from the pain, pounding his hands against his head and just letting his screams give him a release. The crowd roars, urging him to find a way to somehow escape this hold.] LVK: Look at the anguish in Alex Ripley's face! The pain must be unimaginable! But he's got too much pride to quit, he's refusing to give up! RP: Pride doesn't mean a damn thing if you only have one leg, Ripley! Tap! Come on! LVK: After getting his ankle smashed by those steel steps, I don't know if Alex Ripley can hold out. RP: This isn't some fist-dropping punkhead from Japan he's facing, Van Keel! This is Tommy freakin' Stephens! Of course he's gonna' tap! [Ripley claws his way forward, somehow getting himself up on one foot and suddenly rolling forward, pulling Stephens with him and sending the former Television champion stumbling into the ropes...] LVK: HE BREAKS THE ANKLE LOCK WITH THAT AMAZING COUNTER!!! [...and immediately rolling him up on the rebound!] LVK: RIGHT INTO A PIN!!! RP: He's got the tights! Damnit, he's got the tights! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! [Disappointment Pop!] RP: Oh God, that was close! Don't do that to me, Tommy! LVK: Alex Ripley almost stole the win the-... *SMMMAAAACCK!!* RP: "Thank you sir, may I please have another?" LVK: Tommy Stephens is furious! He got back to his feet and kicked Alex Ripley right in the head as hard as he possibly could! [Having damn near punted Ripley's head into the fifth row, Stephens regains some of that swagger. Tommy bounces off the ropes, strutting towards Ripley's prone form...] LVK: Oh my lord, he can't possibly be thinking of doing what I think he's going to do. RP: Shut up, Larry...and just watch. [He stops in mid-strut, screaming "Screw you, Juanny!"...] LVK: "Juanny?" [...and suddenly, he leaps into the air, crashing down hard onto Ripley back-first! The crowd immediately roars with boos as they instantly recognize the move. One made famous by the current world champion, but the one move that will forever be linked to its namesake.] RP: TOMMY STEPHENS-STYLE SENTON!! My god, Ripley must've suffered no less than thirteen concussions right then! LVK: He's still not done! He's running into the ropes again! [And once again, Tommy Stephens crashes down onto Alex Ripley with a senton backsplash! Heel pop!] LVK: Another senton hits the mark! RP: Get out the stretcher! Alex Ripley's been broken in half! [Stephens gets back to his feet and drops down lazily for a pin, holding up his arm into the air and counting along with the referee.] LVK: Stephens going for the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!! [Face pop!] RP: Impossible! That was a slow count! No one kicks out of that move! LVK: Alex Ripley just slips the shoulder! RP: Everything I believed in was a lie! [Slamming his hands down in frustration onto the canvas, Stephens pulls Ripley back to his feet, giving him disrespectful slaps to the head all the while. He whips Ripley off into the ropes, but his clothesline is ducked. He spins around and is knocked loopy by a leg lariat from Ripley! Face pop!] LVK: That leg lariat catches Stephens right in the mush! Ripley's still got some fight in him yet! RP: This can't be right! Ripley should've been hobbling on that bloody stump he used to call a leg by now! LVK: Both men are slow to their feet...Stephens with a punch...blocked! And Ripley fires back with a forearm shiver! And another! Kick to the g-... [SHOCKED HEEL POP!] LVK: No! Stephens catches his foot! He's trying to power Ripley down into that Champion's Lock again! RP: Do it! Get it right this time and finish Ripley and his burning crotch for good! [Stephens successfully turns Ripley over, planting a swift kick to the leg that finally allows him to lock on the Champion's Lock for a second time, causing the fans to go into a frenzied panic!] LVK: Stephens has that ankle lock clamped on again! RP: Isn't it great, Van Keel? We opened the first Glory with Rembrandt snapping a punkhead's ankle and we're going to have Tommy Stephens do the exact same damn thing tonight! LVK: Don't even remind me, that was still one of the sickest things I've witnessed in a wrestling ring. [However, this time Ripley seems to have quickly thought of a counter, turning his body over and shoving Stephens off with his free foot! Face pop!] RP: Damnit! He did it again! LVK: Alex Ripley's like Houdini out there! He escapes the Champion's Lock for the third time tonight! [Undeterred, Stephens quickly regains his senses and charges forward...] *SMMMAAAACCK!* RP: OH SHIZNIT! LVK: A wicked enzuigiri to the side of the head by Alex Ripley! I don't even know how he got the lift in his leg to leap up there! [Comically, Tommy Stephens throws a few wild swings, before dropping to his knees with a glazed over look in his eyes. Ripley quickly grabs his arm and steps over, grabbing Stephens and pulling him over into a pin...] LVK: LA MAJISTRAL!!! ONE!!! T-...NO!!! [BIG FACE POP!] RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!!! LVK: HE TURNED IT INTO THE JUJIGATAME!!!!!!! STEPHENS IS DONE FOR!!! RP: Crap! Crap! Crapcrapcrap...CRAP!!! LVK: He's trapped with nowhere to go! Stephen's trapped in the middle of the ring! [Stephens grabs for the ropes, but he can't reach them. He tries to pull himself towards the ropes, but is unable to, receiving resistance from Ripley, who torques back on the arm, bringing forth a primal scream of pain from Stephens! ] LVK: He's going to tap! He's got no choice! [But hell, what are friends for?] RP: Here comes the reinforcements! LVK: Damnit, no! [The Mysterious Suit Guy is first, sliding into the ring and forcing Ripley to break the hold just before his elbowdrop misses its mark! MSG gets back to his feet and charges, but Ripley sidesteps and shoves him, causing him to collide with Fudo Waru, who was standing on the apron! FACE POP!] LVK: There's goes Fudo! Alex Ripley's fighting them all off! RP: This can't be happening! LVK: Marc Gioffre's allowing this to continue on, because quite frankly, he wants to see a clear-cut winner and Alex Ripley's cleaning house! [MSG stumbles back, allowing Ripley to catch him around the waist and snapping him over with a German suplex!] *THHHUUUUD!!* LVK: German suplex to the Mysterious Suited Guy! And Ripley tosses him out of the ring! RP: Damnit, no! Get him, Goku! [Trying to sneak up behind Ripley, the original elderly Japanese manager of Tommy Stephens takes a wild swing with his Singapore cane, which Ripley easily ducks. Ripley then proceeds to power Goku into the air, half stumbling and half limping to the ropes, before dumping him over the top and onto MSG and Fudo Waru! HUGE FACE POP!!!] LVK: He took care of them all! Alex Ripley just devastated Stephens' entourage! RP: That has to be some sick joke! I can't believe it! [Ripley spits down at the pile of bodies at ringside, before turning his attention back to the business at hand. However, the interference bought Tommy Stephens the time he needed. Alex turns around, but walks right into Stephens' clutches. Stephens lifts him into the air, sliding Ripley's body down his back while keeping his hold on his legs...] RP: Oh snap. LVK: We've seen this before! He's going for it... [...and then swinging Ripley's body back forward, damn near putting him through the canvas as he sits out with a pendelum powerbomb! HUGE HEEL POP!!!] LVK: THE CHERRY BUSTER!!! THE WORLD CHAMP'S MOVE!!! RP: You got it wrong, Van Keel! That wasn't no Cherry Buster! That was the... [Deep breath, now, as Rick does his best Larry Van Keel impersonation...] RP: CHHHHHAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMPPPPIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN'SSSSSSSS BUUUUUUUSSSSSSTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LVK: Oh God. ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE-KICKOUT!!! [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: NOOOOOOOO SIR! ALEX RIPLEY LIVES!!! RP: Damnit all to hell! [Tommy Stephens just rolls away and lies face down on the canvas, completely disbelieving and deflated by Ripley's kickout. He pushes himself up from the canvas and walks to Ripley, roughly pulling him up to his feet. He clutches his shoulder in pain, before shaking it off and cinching Ripley into a front facelock. Heel pop!] LVK: Stephens is planning to end this now! He's going for the Vertical Suplex Spike! RP: Oh Lord, please drop Alex Ripley on his damn head. I'm beggin' ya'! LVK: Last time he couldn't keep Ripley up there, but it looks like he's sucking it up for the win! [Stephens lifts, his teeth gritted as he struggles to hoist Ripley up. But he manages to get him vertical, holding him there for a few seconds... but suddenly Ripley's legs come back down, his right knee driving into the top of Tommy's head once... twice... and the third one forces Stephens to drop Ripley back to his feet.] LVK: MY GOD! Ripley _kneed_ his way out of the vertical suplex lift! Stephens dropped him back down... [And in flash Ripley grabs the right arm and leaps up, wrapping his legs around the shoulder, and rolling Stephens to the mat...] LVK: ROLLING JUJIGATAME!! RIPLEY HAS IT LOCKED ON!! RP: ARGH! Come on Tommy! Fight! Fight like you've never fought before! [Ripley really has it locked on good this time, pulling back on the arm with all of his might, as Tommy screams in pain...] LVK: Surely Stephens must tap! [All eyes are on Stephens, and the referee, who's down on his hands and knees, asking Tommy if he submits. Tommy screams "no" defiantly, his face straining and red, sweat pouring down his face, and his teeth clenched tightly.] LVK: I don't believe it! Tommy Stephens is actually fighting it! He's refusing to submit! RP: What a champion! A champion's champion! [Ripley continues to yank back on the arm, and sensing that Stephens is somehow surviving the hold, he rocks forward, then yanks back with extra effort and leverage...] *RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPP!!* [An audible ripping noise is heard. Not the kind that you get when cloth is ripped, but the kind that is clearly muscles, sinews and ligaments being torn!] "ARGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!* [A gutteral scream of agony blasts from Stephens' mouth, and he immediately taps the mat frantically.] *DING DING DING!!!* [HUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! TOMMY STEPHENS TAPPED... BUT I THINK HE MIGHT HAVE HAD HIS SHOULDER TORN OUT OF ITS SOCKET IN THE PROCESS!! RP: NOOOOOOOOO!!! Tommy! [Ripley breaks the hold and rolls to his feet, as Stephens continues to scream and yell, clutching at his now-limp right arm. The Warus and MSG come rushing into the ring.] DS: Here is your winner... by way of submission... ALEX RIIIIIIPLEY!! [A good-sized pop greets the announcement, but many of the fans are shocked at what they've just witnessed.] LVK: Oh boy, Rick, this doesn't look good for Tommy Stephens. [EMTs rush the ring, as Ripley climbs out and makes his way to the back, casting a look back to the ring as he goes.] LVK: The medical personnel are out here, and from what we've just seen, I'd guess that Tommy Stephens is in a _lot_ of trouble right now. [Tommy's grunting and yelling in pain as he's slid from the ring, and an EMT gestures towards the back. Stephens' right arm hangs limply by his side.] RP: This is a tragedy! LVK: Rick, the medics are helping him now, and no doubt they'll get Tommy Stephens off to hospital as quickly as they can. [Fade out.] [We cut backstage again. Andrew Sterling is yelling at one of the backstage people as ELK is trying to calm him down.] AS: What do you mean Dan's gone to the hospital?! What the f[BEEP] happened!? BG: Someone told me she called for you and said it was an emergency. AS: _DAMN IT_! Those bastards got to Dan! Damn it, EL! ELK: [looks at the backstage guy] Who was it? AS: I'm gonna find and _kill_ those bastards! ELK: [still looking at the backstage guy] Go ahead, Drew. I'll get my answers from him. [Andrew turns and storms off in one direction, obviously looking for the Outlaws.] ELK: Who told you about the call? [If only Drew had stayed a bit longer.] BG: Uh... sir? He did. [The backstage guy points behind ELK, just as a gruff voice confirms ELK's sudden bad feeling.] BM: Always good ta reach out an' touch someone. ELK: Wha... [Before EL can finish his words... ___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___ EL meets the same end of the walking stick Dan met earlier. ELK crumples to the ground as the Outlaws stomp the crap out of ELK. Brent Maverick lifts ELK and brutally powerslams him back to the concrete floor.] LVK: OH... OH... MY GOD!! NOW THOSE BASTARDS HAVE ATTACKED ELK! HE'S NOT EVEN A WRESTLER DAMMIT! RP: Jesus, they really _do_ mean business! [Maverick and Holliday look down at ELK. Doc raises his foot to kick him again, but Maverick waves it off.] BM: Nah. Nothin' personal on this one. Wrong place, wrong time, an' ya backed th' wrong horse. Stay home nex' time. Our way ain't th' place fer someone lak you. [The Outlaws walk off, leaving poor ELK in a heap. Moments later, Sterling comes back into view. He doesn't even get a chance to say anything before he sees ELK on the floor, as the scene fades out to black...] RP: THEY BROKE DAN THOMAS' ANKLE! THEY LAID OUT ELK! THE OUTLAWS ARE UNSTOPPABLE! [Fade out.] [We return to Larry and Rick.] RP: Coming up next, the continued story of one of the best in our business today, and for that matter of all time. LVK: Allow me to paraphrase. Mark Langseth and Danny Chayne are set to square off here at Glory, in many have called a battle of David versus Goliath. RP: Those people are unimaginative hack writers. Chayne wants to rip Langseth's head off and spit down his throat, and Mark Langseth wants to teach the new guy some humility and how things are done here in Arr-Cee-Dub. LVK: Any way you cut it, let's get to the ring. [The thundering bass sound of a heartbeat rolls out across the arena. Once.... Twice... Three times... And then nothing before...] AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!! [The shrieking ROAR of rage splits the silence, quickly followed by the snarling guitars of Megadeth's "Angry Again"!] #The more of you that I inspect #The more of me I see reflect #The more I try to read your lips #The more the mask you're wearing rips #But when I seek out your voice #My ears are overcome with noise #You show and tell with greatest ease #Raving impossibilities DS: Introducing from Seattle, Washington at 6'10" and weighing in at 339 lbs of muscle and rage. This is... DANNY CHAAAAAAAYNE!!! [Out onto the aisle steps a _massive_ caucasian man with short black hair spiked and cut in a flattop style. His physique is of the sort where one would be forgiven for thinking that if you prick him with a pin he's liable to pop like a balloon. Muscles upon muscles! Thick, bulging veins under the skin stretched taut over the huge frame. Treetrunk arms and legs. Massive, wide chest and a neck which would not be out of place on a bull. Basically the classic "'roid-monster" look. His attire consists of a pair of full-length black tights with a printed silvery spiked chain pattern running from around the waist and then spiraling and crisscrossing down the right leg to a silvercolored wrestling boot. The left boot is plain black just like the that leg of the tights. He stops. He glares from side to side at the audience and then... DC: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!! [...He roars again as he throws his head and arms back, his hands clenched into fists and his face contorted in unrestrained fury.] #Engaged in crime I grasp my throat #Enraged my mind starts to smoke #Enforced mental overload #Angry again, angry again, angry ow! [Chayne stomps down to the ring, his steps matching the quick drumbeat of the music and the look on his face one of pure, undiluted rage.] LVK: We've already mentioned it several times tonight on the countdown show as well as the pay-per-view broadcast, but Danny Chayne is the most dominating rookie to set foot in an RCW ring in a long, long time. Perhaps ever. RP: Not to say that I'm second guessing Mark Langseth, because you just don't do that, but I'd really hate to be in his shoes in there against Chayne. [The Club Elite theme, "Hate to Say I Told You So" by the Hives, plays over the PA as the crowd gives a huge heel pop for the legend of the stable - Mark Langseth. The former EMWC great is dressed in a pair of baggy blue jeans, white unbuttoned dress shirt with a black "Club Elite" T-shirt underneath, and black boots. Langseth strides down the aisle, grinning like mad as passes the jeering crowd. As he passes by a cameraman, Langseth takes a moment to stop and clap his hands together.] ML: Tap, tap, tap! Get ready to see this freak beg for mercy at my historic, legendary hands! [Langseth cackles to himself and pushes the camera aside as he walks up the ring steps. Finally entering the ring, Mark takes his corner, showing nothing but confidence.] RP: It's the age-old story, the veteran against the rookie. LVK: Technically I suppose, but although we've been referring to Chayne as an RCW rookie, he actually started in this business some years ago. RP: Anyone know the guy's name before he came here? LVK: Well I- RP: Didn't think so. Check, and mate. ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Singles Match | \____________________________________________________________________/ _ _ ____ ____ _ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ ____ ____ ___ _ _ |\/| |__| |__/ |_/ | |__| |\ | | __ [__ |___ | |__| | | | | | \ | \_ |___ | | | \| |__] ___] |___ | | | _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| ___ ____ _ _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ | \ |__| |\ | |\ | \_/ | |__| |__| \_/ |\ | |___ |__/ | | | \| | \| | |___ | | | | | | \| |___ ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Mike Beeby | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!!* [The referee motions for the bell soon after Langseth comes out of the corner, eyes locked on Chayne who is likewise shaking with anticipation until the bell sounds, and comes at Mark Langseth straightaway. Langseth comes forward as well and tries to tie up the RCW rookie, but with a single shove by Chayne the former world champion is sent reeling back into the ropes. Chayne keeps coming as Langseth dusts himself off and again tries to get a hold of his opponent, but Chayne again with one hand sends Mark flinging backwards, this time into the corner. Langseth ducks underneath Chayne to escape the corner and grabs him around the waist, trying a different approach. But it's the same result, as Chayne breaks Langseth's grip and whirls around to shove him. Langseth is expecting it on the third try though and goes low, striking Chayne in the kneecap with a dropkick that causes the big man to stumble back into the ropes. A giant hand steadies himself however, and as Langseth returns to his feet Chayne grabs him with both hands and delivers a headbutt that sounds more like a thunderclap to the audience! HUGE POP!] RP: Jesus! That sounded like a gun went off! LVK: With the force that headbutt had, a gun might have done less damage to Langseth. Is his nose broken? [Langseth falls to his knees, holding his face in his hands and paying particular focus to the forehead and bridge of his nose as Chayne stands in front, snarling. He grabs Langseth by the head and pulls him back up, scooping the smaller man up for a bodyslam and tosses him a good couple of feet. Langseth, lying on his back and still dazed by the headbutt, is defenseless as Chayne walks across his stomach, momentarily putting all of his weight on Langseth's abdomen. As a natural result, Langseth turns over and gasps for breath, then moves to the side of the ring.] LVK: Wow, I hope for Langseth's sake he's got abs of steel. Chayne turned him into his own personal treadmill there. Danny Chayne stalking Mark Langseth once again, a kick to the ribs before the veteran can return to his feet and an elbowsmash to the skull! RP: Uh, I know you've got a plan Mark, but you might want to think about using it right now. And quick! [Chayne hoists Langseth back onto his feet and slings him into the ropes with an irish whip... rebounding, Langseth goes low and ducks a clothesline from the big man and comes back with a chopblock to the back of the left knee with all of his weight in it. Chayne stumbles forward but manages to stay upright as his foe shakes his head in disbelief, and wonders out loud to the nearest camera what it's gonna take to 'put the freak down'. Chayne again goes after Langseth, but the veteran keeps up the attack to the left knee with a sharp kick to the thigh and spins around behind Chayne for another knee to the back of the legs. The monster begins to pitch forward and falls across the ropes once more, then before he can regain his balance Langseth grabs his neck through the ropes, doing his best to conceal a guillotine choke along the top rope from the official.] LVK: Marc Gioffre with a quick five count, but Langseth reapplies at four and a half. RP: That's how a professional does it, Van Keel. The man's been champion more times than Sarrazin made the captain of the football team a man. [Langseth grabs Chayne and tries to apply a facelock but even so the big man is able to easily shove Langseth aside, gasping for breath and trying to regain his balance. Another knee into the back of the leg catches Chayne and knocks him forward, but Langseth slides out of the ring to avoid his opponent's grasp. Chayne starts to go after him, but Langseth quickly trips Chayne and takes both legs out from under him.] RP: He's down, Goliath's down! LVK: Mark Langseth, ever the wily tactician. And he's really opening up on that left knee now too, driving it into the edge of the apron repeatedly now! RP: Anything to keep Chayne from getting back up, it's his size that makes him a monster. LVK: And the strength and attitude have nothing to do with it, I suppose. [Satisfied with having worn out the left knee for a few moments at least, Langseth climbs back onto the apron and then heads for the middle rope, dropping an elbow into the same left knee.] LVK: A quick cover by Langseth... ONE!!! Easy kickout by Chayne! RP: Mark didn't expect to win there, that was more to remind Chayne who's in control of the match. Mind games, you know. LVK: With a Mark Langseth match, all too well. [Chayne begins to sit up, but a kick right to the chest lays him out again and Langseth takes no time at all time grab the left leg and twist it into a standing leglock. Chayne grabs the ropes, and Marc Gioffre puts another count of five on the veteran who releases a split second before he's disqualified. Next he tries to use an STF hold but Chayne powers back, throwing elbows into Langseth's face and then rises up, starting to favor the left leg and still catches Mark with a sidewalk slam. Now Chayne goes for the cover, but doesn't hook a leg.] LVK: PIN! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! SHOULDER UP!! [It's Langseth who shoves Chayne aside now as he starts to get up, but a clubbing blow to the small of the back has Langseth gasping for pain, and Danny Chayne rises first to set up for a powerbomb. Langseth grabs the ropes and escapes, but a clothesline takes him sharply down again. Before Chayne can capitalize Langseth once more rolls out to the floor for a breather, and the anger starts to build up again in his opponent.] LVK: I'm not sure making Danny Chayne angrier than he already was is a good plan, but that's just what Mark Langseth is doing by bailing out to the floor again. RP: It's just a case of the quick-witted outthinking the no-witted. LVK: As familiar as I am with that, I still don't think it's a good idea. RP: C'mon, you just have to- HEY! What the hell is that supposed to mean? [Langseth takes his time returning to the ring, almost the full ten count by Marc Gioffre, and as soon as he climbs back onto the ring apron Chayne grabs him by the head and leaves himself open for a kneelift through the ropes. At which point he grabs Chayne's left arm and drops back to the floor, snapping it off the top rope for leverage and causing Chayne to howl in pain. Langseth immediately returns to the ring and bowls Chayne over with another chopblock to the left leg, and as soon as Chayne is down he throws a leg scissorhold onto the shoulder and rolls the big man onto his stomach, reaches over and grabs the left knee and bends it back with his arms for a modified crab-type hold.] RP: It had to happen sometime, they ran out of submission holds for Mark Langseth to use so he's invented a new one of his own. LVK: Obvious discomfort on the face of Danny Chayne now, Langseth releases him and back to his feet... Leg trip by Chayne! Langseth down... And Chayne is *MAULING* him with a series of mounted punches! [A huge pop rises as Langseth is quite frankly throttled by the bigger wrestler until a thumb to the eye slows him and allows Mark to scramble to the outside for yet another breather. Now this time Chayne comes after Langseth and a small chase ensues, but it ends badly for the Seattle native as Langseth rolls into the ring first and greets him with a knee to the head. Already down, Mark keeps him there with a front facelock and adds a hammerlock to the left arm as well.] RP: *Another* newly invented hold, is there anything this guy can't do? LVK: So far tonight, he can't beat Danny Chayne. [Langseth once again lets up on his opponent, allowing him to get to his knees before dropping an axehandle into the top of his skull. Chayne still manages to get back to his feet however and Langseth grabs the left shoulder once more, turning it into a standing armbar... ...which is likewise turned into a short-arm clothesline by Chayne that comes close to decapitation! HUGE POP! Chayne grabs a dazed Langseth and before he can react and counter heaves Langseth up over his head with a gorilla press and drops him facefirst into the canvas. THUMP! Langseth rolls onto his back looking up at the lights, and then starts to go for the outside... ...and to a loud cheer, Chayne grabs him by the leg and prevents him from escaping.] LVK: Uh oh, Happy learned how to putt. RP: That's not funny! [Chayne grabs Langseth and turns him over, attempting to snag Mark for a catapult to the corner but Langseth turns it into a roll-through and comes up into a standing anklelock position!] LVK: GREATNESS PERSONIFIED, LANGSETH'S TRYING TO APPLY THAT ANKLELOCK! RP: YEAH BUT CHAYNE WON'T LET HIM! [Chayne furiously kicks his legs to avoid being caught up in the hold, and Langseth gives up and instead drops down and scissors the left shoulder again with his legs, trying to reach over and apply a Cattle Mutilation submission instead. Straining and fighting his way up however, Danny Chayne begins to rise back to his feet with Langseth across his back still scissoring the left shoulder, but Chayne soon reaches behind him and grabs Langseth's head and then with both arms begins to squeeze it into the middle of his back. The pressure causes Langseth to lose the scissors hold and once he's standing on the mat Chayne rehooks him, this time back against back and lifts Langseth up into a backbreaker rack!] LVK: Good god, he's fighting submission wrestling with submission wrestling! Langseth's screaming in agony, he's trapped in that hold! RP: That's no ray of sunshine for Mark Langseth, that's for sure! LVK: Langseth is trying desperately to escape that, and Chayne's grip looks like it's slipping... his left shoulder is giving him a lot of problems! He lost the backbreaker rack! [Langseth collapses to his knees as Chayne grabs his left shoulder, and a groin shot gets Danny wobbling back and forth. Mark attempts to pick Chayne up for a suplex, but instead finds himself suddenly grasped by the throat...] LVK: DANNY CHAYNE SETS UP... CHOKESLAM! COUNTER, ENZUIGIRI TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL BY MARK LANGSETH! RP: That's using your head- NO! It didn't keep Godzilla down! LVK: CHAYNE IS UP! DANNY CHAYNE IS UP! RP: Time for Plan B, Mark! [Chayne grabs Langseth and scoops him up onto his right shoulder and drops him with a Snake Eyes along the top turnbuckle that dazes Langseth, who walks into a kneelift and gets set up for a powerbomb. Before he can get hoisted up Mark pulls free... ...and suddenly reinforcements jump the ringside barrier and make themselves known by climbing onto the ring apron!] LVK: THE MASKED OUTLAW IS BACK! DAMMIT, CLUB ELITE MUST HAVE HIRED THIS GUY TO GIVE THEM ALL HELP TONIGHT! RP: Memo to Vasquez and Destiny, watch your backs tonight. [Marc Gioffre spins around and catches the Outlaw before he can climb in the ring, and the plucky ref stands in front of him and orders him to get down. A threatening fist from the Outlaw doesn't faze him, and to a roar from the crowd Gioffre officially orders him to leave ringside!] LVK: Yes! Lay down the law! Get him out of here- where the hell's Langseth going? He just bailed from the ring... RP: To get the equalizer, that's where. [With his opponent's attention now focused on the Outlaw, Langseth is able to slide from the ring and pick up a steel chair quite stealthily, then roll back into the ring... ...except that once again Marc Gioffre, super official, spots it out of the corner of his eye and grabs the chair from a shocked Langseth's hands. HUGE POP!] LVK: Nothing that Langseth and Club Elite have tried so far has worked, Chayne's got his hands on the Outlaw! Unmask him, yes! [Gioffre disposes of the chair as Chayne has a hold of the masked man's... well, mask. And once again Mark Langseth dips into his bag of tricks as he pulls out a length of chain from his pocket and wraps it around his fist. Before the audience can react Langseth spins Chayne around... BAM! And drills him with a shot right between the eyes!] RP: TIMBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! LVK: LANGSETH'S COVERING, THE SON OF A BITCH IS GOING TO TAKE IT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MARC GIOFFRE SAYS IT WAS TWO! CHAYNE KICKED OUT IN TIME! [ENORMOUS POP FROM THE CROWD, SEVERAL CHANTS OF "CHAYNE! CHAYNE! CHAYNE!" ARE ECHOING THROUGHOUT THE FLEET CENTER!] LVK: Good god, the chain didn't finish off Chayne! RP: I'm starting to wonder if anything short of a nuclear blast could! LVK: Langseth is back to his feet, but now Chayne back to his feet! And Langseth's down, he's on his knees! [The rush of noise from the crowd gets louder as Langseth has a look of fear in his eyes as he stares up at Chayne, who lets out a huge roar of defiance...] RP: OUTLAW! LVK: CHAYNE SAW HIM! LARIAT! THE OUTLAW GOES FLYING OUT OF THE RING! HE'S GOT AN ANSWER FOR ALL OF LANGSETH'S CRAP TONIGHT! [Gioffre climbs out of the ring and stands on the apron, pointing at the back and motioning for the Masked Outlaw to hit the bricks as Chayne lets out another roar of anger... BAM! ...and turns around to walk into another chain-assisted fist from Mark Langseth! The beast doesn't go down, so Langseth rears back even further and throws all the heat he can muster on a third! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Chayne's eyes roll back in his head from the third chain to the skull, and before he collapses the veteran who executes a swinging neckbreaker into the mat and then rolls on top to the chagrin of the crowd!] LVK: NO, NOT LIKE THIS! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING!!* [A monster heel pop rises now as Langseth rolls off his opponent, gets to his feet and goes right back to stomping on Chayne, kicking him in the ribs and screaming at him:] ML: Don't you ever talk down to me, cheat! Know of your damn place! LVK: Come on, you stole the match Mark, let it go! What good is this going to do except to enrage Danny Chayne- RP: When he wakes up maybe. [Langseth looks like a man possessed as he keeps laying in the kicks and the stomps as Chayne offers little resistance, and then grabs him by the right arm, leaving it outstretched on the canvas... STOMP! GRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNND... ...and does his best to crush the fingers on Chayne's hand by grinding them under the heel of his boot! The audience begins to rain down boos on the Club Elitist, as he kneels down beside Danny Chayne and grabs the hand...] LVK: Oh god, don- [____SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!____] RP: JESUS, HE SNAPPED THOSE FINGERS BACK LIKE THEY WERE TWIGS! LVK: It wasn't bad enough he used everything under the sun to beat Danny Chayne, he's gone and broken every finger on the man's hand! Listen to Chayne howl in pain! [Langseth grins as indeed Chayne is unleashing a loud howl of pain as he clutches his right hand... and then the howl turns angry...] DC: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! LVK: Uh oh... RP: What the hell??!?!?! LVK: CHAYNE'S GOT HIM BY THE LEFT HAND! HOW IN GOD'S NAME CAN HE STILL HAVE ANY STRENGTH LEFT... CHOKESLAM! A CHOKESLAM ON MARK LANGSETH! YES! [At this point, the audience comes unglued as Chayne stands over a stretched out Langseth, his left knee throbbing in pain, his left shoulder still knotted and damaged from the earlier wear and tear from the match, and his right hand now useless. After a few long moments, Langseth is able to roll painfully from the ring, and with assistance by the Masked Outlaw heads up the aisle, leaving the wounded monster in the center of the ring while the official announcement is made.] DS: Your winner... MARK LAAAAAAAAAAAANGSEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH!!! [A heel pop greets the announcement, but the boos quickly melt back into cheers as Chayne continues to stand centre-ring, his right hand a gnarled, twisted mess, but a seething, hateful glare filling his eyes as he watches Langseth retreat. He grimaces as he raises his hand, then thrusts it into the air...] DC: ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [...the massive roar bringing a HUGE FACE POP from the crowd, who're just in awe of this monster of a man.] LVK: MY GOD! I would _not_ want to be Mark Langseth... or any of Club Elite right now. They may have wounded the behemoth, but what they've also done is made him... *gulp* even _angrier_ than before! [Fade out.] [We fade into a commercial for the upcoming tour of Impact shows, as Larry tells us the towns that RCW will be coming to over the next few months, and tells us that tickets are available from Ticketmaster and from www.RCW.com.] [And then we fade back in to our esteemed announcers.] LVK: Welcome back fans. Rick, I'm honestly stunned by the sheer _brutality_ that we've witnessed so far here tonight. Some of it has been unintentional, like Alex Ripley injuring Tommy Stephens with his deadly jujigatame, but then there have also been acts of blatant brutality which have been _absolutely_ intentional, such as the Outlaws' attacks on Dan Thomas and ELK, and the act of violence we just witnessed... Mark Langseth purposely breaking all of the fingers on Danny Chayne's right hand. RP: It's Glory Van Keel... one of the biggest nights of the year. Everyone steps it up a couple of notches, and that's what we've seen. LVK: I still think it's disgusting. Well, next up we're going to be seeing the most coveted prize in the world of junior-heavyweight wrestling put on the line, when Super J-Crown champion John Shock faces Jeff Kujawa. The rivalry between these two men has been raging fierce for several months now. It all started way back at the Collision in Cali supercard, when both men were competing in a junior-heavyweight gauntlet. Shock eliminated Kujawa, and Kujawa illegally came back and attacked Shock, leading to him being eliminated. That started the bad blood, and it heated up two shows later, when John Shock won the vacant Super J-Crown. Take a look... [Cut to video clip.] ##IMPACT, FEBRUARY 17, 2005## [We see Shock get the three-count on Johnny Malibu.] LVK: WE HAVE A *NEEEEEW* SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPION!! AND IT'S JOHN SHOCK!! RP: Oh man, what a match. Friggin' awesome. LVK: This tournament started with nine of the best junior-heavyweight wrestlers in the world. They duked it out in a gauntlet, then came the tournament matches, and little by little the contenders were narrowed down to two, and now there is only _one_... one Super J-Crown champion! [As "Rock of Ages" by Def Leppard starts to play, the three girls carrying the title belts each climb into the ring. Referee Alfonso Reyes takes the belts one by one and hands them over to their new owner, as the fans go beserk!] LVK: What a shining moment for this young man from Texas! [One belt is attached around Shock's waist, the other two draped across the shoulders, as suddenly John Shock becomes swamped in gold.] LVK: John Shock now stands atop the mountain that is junior-heavyweight wrestling. He is now the best of the best, and following in a long line of legends who've held those belts before... [But suddenly another figure appears in the ring...] *THWAAAAAACK-THUUUUDDDDDD!!* [...Yakuza kicking the hell out of the head of the unsuspecting Shock!] LVK: NO! NO! NOOOO!!!! RP: KUJAWA!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!! Shock staggers back to his feet, the G-Pro Super-Middleweight belt still attached around his waist, and the SPW Independent Super-Lightweight belt precariously looped around one arm. Kujawa picks up the RCW World Light-Heavyweight strap...] *SHMAAAAACKKKK!!!* [...and drives it into Shock's face, knocking him flat.] RP: These two have hated each other since the first time they laid eyes on each other, way back at Collision in Cali! Catanzaro said noone could interfere _during_ these tournament matches, but now the tournament's over! Shock's fair game! [Stomping away at Shock, Kujawa rolls him onto his back, pulling the belt free from around his waist. He then stacks all three belts on Shock's chest, and rushes over to the corner, where he vaults to the top, before leaping...] *TH-SHMAACKKK-THUUUDDDDDDDD!!!* [...flipping forwards and coming down in a seated position onto the belts, driving them down into Shock's chest! VENOMOUS HATRED POP!!] RP: CHROMOPHOBIA!!! HE _EMBEDDED_ THE BELTS INTO SHOCK!! LVK: This was supposed to be John Shock's shining moment. This was when he was meant to be able to bask in the glory of his achievements. BUT JEFF KUJAWA HAS RUINED IT ALL!! HE HAS LET HIS GODDAMN BITTER JEALOUSY GET IN THE WAY!! [Leaving Shock in a coughing, moaning heap beneath two of the belts, Kujawa grabs the RCW World Light-Heavyweight belt again...] RP: If Shock hadn't gotten involved in Kujawa's first round tournament match, then Kujawa wouldn't have lost... and it might be _him_ getting presented with all those belts tonight. LVK: Kujawa got himself eliminated, you know that and I know that. But apparently Jeff Kujawa doesn't. HE'S SNAPPED! [Sliding from the ring, Kujawa grabs hold of one end of the belt with both hands, then swings it over his head...] *CRAAACK!* [SHOCK POP!] LVK: WHAT'S HE DOING?! *CRAAACK!* *CRAAACK!* *KAH-LAAANNK-CRRCKK!!* [That last noise was the belt clattering against the steel ringpost, the gold faceplate now dented and cracked in several places.] LVK: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!! THAT BELT WAS WORN WITH PRIDE BY RAYA OSCURA!! HOW DARE JEFF KUJAWA DESTROY A PIECE OF RCW HISTORY LIKE THIS!! *KAH-LAAANNK-CRRCKK!!* [There it goes against the post again, and Kujawa throws the belt onto the concrete, before stomping away at it...] *CRRCCKKK-CRCCKKK-CRCCCKKK!!* [...a piece of the faceplate coming loose and falling to the concrete... the rest of it virtually unrecognisable - dented, cracked and scuffed up. The fans are in near riot mode, throwing trash and screaming for vengeance.] RP: Oh man, this is getting ugly. Jeff Kujawa might not make it out of this building alive. LVK: And so he shouldn't! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!! [His demolition job done, Kujawa casually lets the shattered belt hang from his hand, and makes as if to sling it back into the ring. But he stops, looks at it, and then shrugs, before slinging the belt over his shoulder and heading for the back.] [Fade back in to Larry and Rick.] LVK: What a heinous attack that was. I've seen some callous things in my time, but never have I seen a wrestler _destroy_ a title belt. A belt that had a proud history, being worn by men such as Raya Oscura and Luke Kinsey. RP: Eh, it's just a lump of leather and metal. Catanzaro got another belt made up, didn't he? LVK: Yes he did, and since then Jeff Kujawa has carried around that busted title belt like it means something. That's how delusional he is. And not only that, but Kujawa has taken every opportunity he could to blindside Shock with sneak attacks week after week after week. To say the champ has some payback in mind is an understatement. Take it away David Stokes! [Cross to the ring.] DS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the RCW Super J-Crown championship! [POP!] [The extended version of "Entre Dos Tierras" by Heroes del Silencio hits the public address, calmly and quietly, until the song kicks up at the 30-second mark... and Jeff Kujawa makes his entrance, dressed in a pair of pink and white plaid shorts, black kneepads, black wrestling boots, and a black T-shirt with Mega Man on the front. He's also wearing his typical makeup scheme, with a bold black stripe over the eyes, as well as white lipstick. He's also sporting the rapidly crumbling RCW Light Heavyweight title belt around his waist.] LVK: Here comes the challenger, Rick, and we've been told that he has requested that he be nicknamed the "Pretty Hate Machine"... RP: Really, the kid's a great talent, but he's gone off the deep end lately. LVK: No matter what, he's still going to be a dangerous challenge to John Shock tonight. [Kujawa spryly hops into the ring, grinning as he removes his belt. He tries to hand it to the referee, but Kujawa is informed that his belt isn't an official title and isn't on the line. Kujawa sadly mopes as he puts the belt in his corner, and then wipes his eyes as the music fades.] DS: Introducing first... here is the challenger. He hails from Southern Pines, North Carolina, and weighs in at 209 pounds. Please welcome... "PRETTY HATE MACHINE" JEFF KUJAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [Heel pop!] "Gunter glieben glauten globen" [BIG FACE POP!] [The words signal the start of Def Leppard's "Rock Of Ages" kicking over the PA system. The first part of the song continues to pick up...] #Alright# #I got something to say# #It's better to burn out than fade away# _______FWOOOOOM!________ [An explosion of pyro goes off at the entranceway.] #All right# #Gonna start a fire# [And the former bullfighter, John Shock, is there, standing in the entranceway, hands on his hips, a big, white cowboy hat on his head, and also wearing a black vest with "John Shock" printed on the back in white lettering, a pair of black wrestling trunks with "Shock" on the back in white lettering and white wrestling boots. He has short, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes and a thick mustache. Slung over his left shoulder is the G-Pro Super Middleweight title belt, and over his right shoulder is the SPW Independent Super-Lightweight belt. Around his waist is a brand new RCW World Light-Heavyweight title belt, completing the three belts that make up the Super J-Crown.] DS: And now, introducing the Super J-Crown champion... hailing from Dalhart, Texas... weighing 200 pounds... JOHN SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!! [Shock tips his hat up slightly, a slight smile on his face, and then he makes his way down the aisle and to the ring, reaching out to give a high-five to a fan here and there. As he reaches the ring, he has to head up the stairs, unable to take the big leap he usually takes to the apron because of the title belts in his possession. Once there, he removes the two belts slung over his shoulders and hands them over to a ringside attendant, thus allowing him to vault over the top rope it into the ring, where he removes his hat and tips it to the crowd. He turns over his hat to the ringside attendant, then removes his vest and does the same, then removes the belt around his waist and holds it up to the cheering crowd.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Super J-Crown Championship | \____________________________________________________________________/ _ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ ____ _ _ | | | |__| |\ | [__ |__| | | | |_/ (c) _| |__| | | | \| ___] | | |__| |___ | \_ _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| _ ____ ____ ____ _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ ____ | |___ |___ |___ |_/ | | | |__| | | | |__| _| |___ | | | \_ |__| _| | | |_|_| | | ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Fletcha | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!* [Cautiously, the two men circle each other, pure determination showing on their faces and in their intense stares. Then they lunge together, into a collar-and-elbow position, pushing and jostling for position until Kujawa moves into a rear waistlock. He looks to lift Shock up and drop him in a waistlock takedown, but Shock blocks that move, landing back on his feet, then performing a standing switch. Kujawa looks left, then right, for a way out, before managing to pull Shock's left arm free of the waistlock and swing around behind the champ, into a hammerlock. He wrenches Shock's arm up his back, the Texan grimacing in pain and looking for a way out, and then quickly ducking under, reversing the hold! But Kujawa is also quick to escape, snapmaring Shock over to the mat, then unleashing...] *THWAAACK!!* [...a stiff kick to the spine!] LVK: Hard kick to the back by Kujawa, after a series of reversals! RP: Both these guys can flat out _wrestle_, but with the bad blood they've got, I don't think they'll be doing it for too long. [Both men have climbed back to their feet, Shock glaring at Kujawa, who manages a smirk as the two men make no sudden moves, standing their ground across the ring from each other. Slowly they approach the centre of the ring, and lock-up, but Kujawa quickly looks to whip Shock into the ropes, the champ reversing it and sending Kujawa for the ride...] *THWACK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: Dropkick by Shock sends Kujawa down! [Kujawa rolls back to his feet, as Shock runs at the ropes, leaping up and springing off the middle strand, into a back flip...] LVK: LA QUEBRADA- [...but Kujawa moves out of the way, so Shock lands on his feet! Pop!] LVK: Shock landed on his feet! [He charges at Kujawa, but right into...] *THUUUUDDD!* [...an armdrag! Both wrestlers vault back to their feet, and this time Kujawa charges, and Shock returns the favour...] *THUUUDDD!!* LVK: First Kujawa with an armdrag, now Shock! [Again they're both back to their feet like a shot, and Kujawa sweeps Shock's legs out from under him, and quickly covers...] LVK: Pin attempt! ONE!!!!!!!! Kickout! [In the blink of an eye they're both back up, and this time Shock sweeps Kujawa's legs out, dropping into the quick cover!] LVK: Quick cover by Shock! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Kujawa kicks out! [And both men kip up to their feet, adopting fighting stances! BIG POP!] RP: Goddamn, they're fast! LVK: Yes they are, and they've also clearly done their homework, because the lightning-quick counters and mirrored moves are amazing! [They move together to lock up again, but Kujawa strikes with a knee to the gut, then runs into the ropes. He rebounds, as Shock charges forward, leaping into the air, over Kujawa, who stops on the spot, and is taken down to the mat with a sunset flip!] LVK: SUNSET FLIP BY SHOCK! HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [...and Kujawa drives his feet up onto Shock's shoulders, lunging forward and driving Shock down onto his back on the canvas!] RP: REVERSED BY KUJAWA! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NO! [Relief pop! Up to their feet they climb, Kujawa driving a punch into Shock's jaw, then hooking his head in a three-quarter chancery, and putting extra effort into a snapmare throw...] [...which flips Shock over towards the middle of the ring, the champ showing incredible agility to flip right onto his feet! POP!] LVK: OOOHH!! WOW! [Before Kujawa can react, Shock charges at him, lashing out with a thrust kick, but Kujawa blocks it, grabbing the foot. For a split second neither man does anything, Kujawa standing there, holding onto Shock's right foot, the champ stranded on one foot. Then Kujawa thrusts the foot skyward... and Shock flips right over, landing back on his feet!] RP: Flippity freakin' hell! [Shock strikes with a kick... but finds this one blocked too! But this time instead of flipping Shock over, Kujawa drops down and offers a kick of his own, his right leg swinging around and sweeping Shock's load-bearing leg out from under him...] *THUUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: Leg sweep by Kujawa, and Shock takes a heavy fall to the mat! [Right away Kujawa climbs onto Shock, in what in MMA would be the "mount" position, and starts to rain down punch after punch on the champ's head!] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: What a flurry of blows by Kujawa! RP: Jesus! Kujawa's beating him like his name was Chuck Liddell and Shock was that overrated piece of crap Tito Ortiz! [But as Kujawa pauses for a moment, Shock's legs shoot up and push under Kujawa's armpits, catching him offguard and flipping him into his back!] LVK: SHOCK HAS HIM DOWN! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! [Right away Kujawa rolls over backwards, to his feet, angry at having been caught unawares. He takes a step forward, but suddenly Shock kips up, wrapping his ankles around Kujawa's head and pulling him over, sending him tumbling headfirst through the ropes to the floor! BIG POP!!] LVK: OOOHH!! KIP UP HURACANRANA!! WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE MOVE BY JOHN SHOCK!! RP: How the hell? [Shock climbs to his feet, as the fans cheer like crazy, and Kujawa picks himself up off the ringside mats. Then Shock points out of the ring to Kujawa, looking out at the crowd, and receiving a BIG POP as the fans give their approval for what's to come. Shock runs to the other side of the ring, then sprints across it towards Kujawa, vaulting into a handspring, back to his feet near the ropes...] [...Kujawa sees it coming, and moves out of the way!] [...so instead of backflipping over the ropes, Shock grabs the top rope with both arms, and does a small backflip over onto the apron. He then springboards back into the ring, into a forward roll on the mat, springing back to his feet, into a pose, hands on hips, staring back out at Kujawa! HUGE POP!!] LVK: OH WOW! RP: He... jump... flip... goddammit, now I'm dizzy! [Kujawa reacts angrily to this show of agility, jumping up onto the apron, intent on climbing through the ropes and delivering an asswhupping to Shock. But instead all he gets is the Super J-Crown champion's feet planted right in his face, as Shock comes charging over and delivers a dropkick...] *THWAAAPPPP!!* [...knocking Kujawa back to the arena floor! POP!] LVK: Dropkick sends Kujawa flying back to the floor, and now Shock- [Shock? With Kujawa climbing back to his feet at ringside, in a daze, he sprints across the ring, handspringing over to his feet and then flipping backwards right over the ropes...] *TH-UGGGH-WAAAPP-WAAPPPPP!!!!* [HUGE HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: THIS TIME HE NAILED IT!! THE SPACE FLYING TIGER DROOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! RP: That move kicks _so_ many different types of ass! [The fans think so too.] *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!!* [For a moment Shock and Kujawa remain in a heap on the floor, before climbing to their feet, Kujawa blinking in a daze, and Shock rotating his left wrist with a wince. Then Shock returns to the task at hand, grabbing Kujawa by the arm... but getting a boot in the gut for his troubles! Kujawa grabs the champ by the arm, and whips him...] *KAH-DAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGG!!* [Hardcore pop!] LVK: OOHHH!!! KUJAWA SENDS SHOCK CRASHING INTO THE STEEL RINGSTEPS! [Shock goes ricocheting off, slumping to the ringside mats, and Kujawa follows up with a couple of kicks to the ribs. He looks ready to continue the punishment, but his attention is taken away by a front row ringside fan who's yelling and holding up an official RCW John Shock t-shirt. Kujawa walks over to this fan, the usual angry scowl on his face. For a few seconds Kujawa just stands and stares at the fan, who's really letting Kujawa know what he thinks of him... but then Kujawa snatches the t-shirt out of the fan's hands! The fan begins to protest, until Kujawa cocks his fist, which sends the over-zealous crowd member cowering back. Kujawa smiles at this, then takes the t-shirt and drapes it around Shock's throat, and starts choking him with it! HEEL POP!] LVK: Jeff Kujawa just took away a fan's t-shirt... a _John Shock_ t-shirt, and now he's choking Shock with it! RP: Oh the irony! [Referee James Hunnicutt slides from the ring, and starts admonishing Kujawa, but the North Carolina native ignores the zebra shirt, taking the Shock t-shirt, opening up the bottom of it, and pulling it over Shock's face, so that his entire head is now covered. Shock begins to flail with his hands blindly, as Kujawa calmly lines him up...] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* [BRUTALITY POP!] RP: Holy schnikies! He's turning Shock's chest into hamburger meat! LVK: And the Super J-Crown champion is defenceless against the knife-edge chops! [Finally Shock gets the t-shirt off his head, but is quickly grabbed by Kujawa, and whipped across the ringside area...] *KLAAAANKKK!!!* [...slamming headfirst into the ringpost! Heel pop!] LVK: MY GOD!! Kujawa is just _brutalising_ John Shock! [Shock rolls over onto his stomach, near the apron, as Kujawa grabs the Shock t-shirt and mimics as if wiping his ass with it, drawing more heel heat. Then he throws the shirt right into the face of the fan who he took it from, before dragging Shock up off the floor. He lifts him up, walking over to the ring railing...] *G-UUURRKK-CLAANKK!* LVK: And now he drops Shock throatfirst across the ring railing! RP: In terms of pure wrestling, Shock and Kujawa are pretty damn even, but when it comes to that mean streak... that thing inside that makes you _crave_ seeing another human being lying in a pool of their own blood... Kujawa's the man. LVK: Well, Kujawa is well on his way to doing just that... because SHOCK HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN!! [Lying flat on his back on the floor, Shock blinks up at the overhead lights, a patch of dark blood forming across his forehead.] RP: Must have been when his noggin bounced off the ringpost! [Kujawa drags Shock back up to his feet and rolls him back in, climbing in after him...] LVK: Kujawa taking Shock back into the ring now... and making the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-NO! Kickout by Shock! [Face pop! Kujawa climbs to his feet, slowing things down to catch his breath a bit, waiting for Shock to get up, which he does extra slowly. As he reaches his feet, Kujawa moves back in, driving a knee into the champ's face, then driving an elbow down into the back of his head, before sinching on a standing headscissors and hoisting Shock up powerbomb-style. But instead of powerbombing him, he pulls Shock across his right shoulder, Canadian backbreaker-style, before leaping up slightly...] *THUUUUUDDDD!!* [...and dropping to both knees, the impact bending Shock's back over his shoulder viciously! Surprise pop!] RP: Holy Guacamole! What a move! LVK: John Shock's down and in a lot of pain, as Kujawa continues to dominate! [Scooping Shock up bodyslam style, Kujawa looks for a Michinoku Driver II, but before he can drop down, Shock pushes off his shoulder and drops down his feet behind Kujawa, hooking Jeff's head in an inverted facelock. A split second later, Shock drops back to the mat...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [FACE POP!] LVK: INVERTED DDT BY SHOCK!! The champ's not out of the match! RP: He's going for the pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- LVK: NO! [Shock staggers up to his feet, the blood oozing out of the cut on his forehead, and a look of half-daze in his eyes. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, then sees Kujawa climbing up, so charges at him, kicking his legs at the last minute, his right boot aiming right for Kujawa's head...] LVK: SHOCK KICK- [...but Kujawa ducks it, then both men spin around...] *THWAAACKKK-THUUUDDDDDDD!!* RP: SUPERKICK BY KUJAWA!! LVK: He ducked the Shock Kick and _BLASTED_ SHOCK IN THE FACE!! RP: He's going for the pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NO! [Face pop!] LVK: Kickout by John Shock! [Kujawa whips Shock into the ropes, and drops to the mat, his head pointing towards Shock as he rebounds. Kujawa thrusts up his legs, looking to reverse monkey flip the champ, but Shock dives over the legs, somersaulting and rolling to the mat. He rolls to his feet and charges, but just as he does that, Kujawa kips up...] *SMAAACKKK-THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...using his momentum to lariat Shock damn near out of his boots! HUGE POP!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! KIP UP LARIAT BY JEFF KUJAWA!! RP: Holy crap! We saw Shock do the kip up huracanrana, now that from Kujawa... THEY'RE TRYING TO OUTDO EACH OTHER! [Kujawa drags Shock up, slapping on a rear waistlock, then lifting...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* LVK: NOW A GERMAN SUPLEX BY KUJAWA!! HE'S BRIDGING!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: Great determination being shown by the young champion! [They both climb to their feet, Shock looking the worse for wear, his forehead a mess of crimson and his legs looking wobbly. Kujawa leaves him wobbling on the spot and runs into the ropes, only for Shock to suddenly leap up into the air, swinging his right leg around...] *THWAAACKKK-THUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* [FACE POP!!] LVK: ENZUIGIIIIIIIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!! KNOCKS KUJAWA FLAT!! [The fans, sensing a comeback, roar into life...] *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* [...and it seems to affect the popular Texan, as he climbs back to his feet again, clenching his teeth and flexing his arms in a show of guts and determination. Kujawa rolls to his feet...] *SMAACKK-THUUDDD!!* [...only to get rolled over by a Shock lariat! He rolls right back to his feet again...] *SMACCKK-THUUUDDDD!!* [...and gets flattened by another lariat!] LVK: Look at the champ go! John Shock's fired up now, and HEADING TO THE TOP! [He's up there quickly, then leaping off...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: TOP ROPE ELBOW!! SHOCK HOOKS THE LEG!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Workrate pop! Both men are up quickly, Kujawa in a daze, and Shock bounces off the ropes, charging in and then leaping up onto Jeff's shoulders...] LVK: HURACA- *THUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!* RP: KUJAWA TURNED IT INTO A POWERBOMB!! LVK: HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Disappointment pop!] LVK: Another close count, but still not enough! [Again both men rise, but it's Shock who's back to wobbling on the spot, seemingly knocked senseless by the powerbomb. Kujawa notices this, so applies a front chancery, with a wrist-clutch, and then hooks a leg...] RP: ALGORITHM- [...but Shock was playing possum, and he suddenly rolls Kujawa up in a small package!] LVK: OOHHH!! ROLL UP BY SHOCK!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NO! [THAT-WAS-CLOSE POP!] LVK: Shock almost caught Kujawa napping! He almost sneaked victory in the blink of an eye! [Kujawa rolls right to his feet, suprised at just about being pinned, and looking to pummel Shock. The only problem is, Shock was up a split second before him, and is now leaping into the air...] *THWACK-THUUDDD!!* [...spinning and driving a boot into Kujawa's chest, knocking him down!] LVK: SPIN KICK BY SHOCK! [As Kujawa climbs to his feet, Shock goes running into the ropes, getting momentum and then sprinting at his opponent...flipping into a handspring, back to his feet and then flying backwards at Kujawa, his elbow out...] [...only for Kujawa to catch him in a rear waistlock, then in one fluid motion, drive Shock backwards into the mat...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!* [MEGA SURPRISE POP!!] RP: SWEET JESUS!! HE FREAKIN' DUMPED HIM ON HIS SKULL!! LVK: WHAT AN INCREDIBLE COUNTER BY KUJAWA!! HE USED THE MOMENTUM OF SHOCK'S HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW TO GERMAN SUPLEX HIM _VICIOUSLY_!! RP: That... was... AWESOME! [Kujawa doesn't give Shock any time to clear his head, before yanking him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound and hoisting him into the air...] *THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...powerbombing him into the mat, then flipping over forwards, still holding onto Kujawa's legs as he ends up in the bridge pin!] LVK: POWERBOMB AND BRIDGE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEE- [FACE POP!] LVK: NO! Shock thrusts his shoulder up at the last moment! [They're slow to rise, but Kujawa is up first, and he backs Shock into a corner, where he pounds away with right hand after right hand, then dragging the champion out of the corner and whipping him into the ropes. Shock rebounds, and is scooped up into a tilt-a-whirl, his body becoming a blur as he's spun around...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...but takes Kujawa down with flying headscissors! FACE POP!] LVK: TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS! Here comes Shock back again! [The champ is quickly up to his feet and climbing out to the apron. But he stops, holding the top rope and looking like he might fall to the floor with exhaustion, as the match and the blood loss catches up with him. He steadies though, pulling himself back against the ropes, then holding the top rope... and launching himself up...] [...but what he doesn't see is Kujawa back to his feet, and the challenger comes running over. At the very moment that Shock's feet hit the top rope, so do Kujawa's, as he dropkicks the rope!] *THUUUDD-THWAAPPPPP!!!* [This sends Shock tumbling back on the outside of the ropes, hitting the apron on his side and then ricocheting to the floor! HUGE SURPRISE POP!!] LVK: MY GOD!! DID YOU SEE THAT? RP: AWESOME!! Kujawa dropkicked the goddamned _ropes_ to knock Shock down! LVK: Showing just how desperately he wants the Super J-Crown! [Shock drags himself up onto the apron, and is met by Kujawa, who punches him in the face from the other side of the ropes, then hooks on a front chancery... and lifts...] LVK: Kujawa looking to suplex Shock back into the ring... but Shock blocks it! [Kujawa tries again...] LVK: Blocked again! [And then suddenly Shock reverses, lifting Kujawa...] RP: ARRRGHHH!! *flashbulb* *THWAAP-THWAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!!* [MASSIVE HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! SHOCK SUPLEXED KUJAWA FROM THE RING RIGHT OUT ONTO THE FLOOR!! RP: Yeah, and by doing so _he_ took one helluva fall as well! They both did! [The camera shows Kujawa and Shock both lying on their backs on the floor, both of them grunting and grimacing in agony, as the fans show their appreciation...] *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: Rick, we knew it would be this way... neither man is leaving anything in reserve in this match! They're doing _everything_ they can to walk out of this building tonight in possession of the top _three_ belts in the world of junior-heavyweight wrestling! RP: It's still too close to call Van Keel, but what a match! I'm loving it! [Slowly, warily, they rise... Shock a real mess as blood covers his sweaty, exhausted face. Kujawa goes on the attack, punching Shock in the jaw, then again, and finishing with a jab to the forehead. The blows send Shock reeling, the Super J-Crown champion almost falling down, staggering on rubbery legs. He can offer no resistence as Kujawa wrenches him into a standing headscissors, and lifts extra quickly...] *THWAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!* [HARDCORE/HEEL POP!!!] LVK: GOOD GOD, A POWERBOMB ON THE FLOOR BY KUJAWA!! [With Shock flat out on his back on the ringside mats, face covered in blood and head slowly tilting from side to side as he groans in pain, Kujawa leaves him and walks over to the ring, throwing back the apron and grabbing hold of something, underneath, which he pulls out...] RP: WOOHOO! TABLE! [Hardcore anticipation pop!] LVK: Kujawa is well in control here, and looking to up the ante! [He opens out the legs and flips the table over, setting it up so that it's perpendicular with the ring apron and safety barrier. With the fans roaring in panic and anticipation, he drags Shock up, and into a standing headscissors. But before he can lift the Super J-Crown champ up, Shock suddenly roars with effort and drives Kujawa backwards...] *KLAAAANNKKKK!!* [BIG POP!!] LVK: OH! SHOCK WOULDN'T LET KUJAWA POWERBOMB HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!! HE DROVE KUJAWA'S SPINE INTO THE RINGPOST!! RP: Well, if there's one thing we've learned about Texans over the years, it's that they'll keep on fighting as long as there's a breath left in their body! [Kujawa, mouth wide open as he grunts out his agony, one hand clutched to his arched back, is whipped by Shock towards the ring railing...] *KLAAANKK-CRAASSHH-CLATTER!!* [...hitting the railing gutfirst and going toppling over it into the crowd! HARDCORE POP! Crowd control personnel rush over to clear the fans away, as Shock climbs into the crowd after Kujawa, meeting him with a right hand!] LVK: OH BOY! THEY'RE FIGHTING IN THE CROWD!! RP: God Bless James Hunnicutt! He's letting all this go! LVK: The match _isn't_ no disqualification, but we know from experience that Hunnicutt is the most lenient of our referees. RP: He used to work for South Pacific Wrestling... I don't think they _had_ rules. [Kujawa starts to fight back, the fists flying back and forth between the two competitors as they stagger about, knocking over empty chairs as they brawl. Kujawa then rakes Shock's eyes, and picks up a chair, folding it up...] *KAH-LAAAANKK!* [POP!] LVK: CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF SHOCK!! [This sends Shock staggering away, further from the ringside area, growling in pain, and Kujawa takes a firmer grip of the chair, waiting for Shock to come stumbling back, then lifts it, swings...] [...but Shock ducks the chairshot! They both swing around again, and this time Shock rockets his right boot towards the chair...] *KAH-LAAAAANNNNNKKKKK!!* [...driving it right into Kujawa's face! MEGA HARDCORE POP!!] RP: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!! LVK: MY GOD, WHAT A SHOT!! SUPERKICK DROVE THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO JEFF KUJAWA'S FACE!! [Dragging Kujawa up off the bare concrete floor, Shock drags him towards the ringside area. But instead of throwing him over the railing, he sits Kujawa in an empty chair, a foot or two back from the railing, and then hops over into the ringside area, before quickly jumping up onto the apron. Before the fans have a chance to realise what he's about to do, Shock grabs the top rope with both hands, lifting himself up and springboarding off the middle strand, launching into a huge backwards flip...] LVK: SHOOOOOOOOCK- *flashbulb* [...soaring through the air, flipping over backwards majestically...] *flashbulb* [...clearing the ring railing...] *KAH-LAAANKK-CRAAAAASHHH-CLAATTEER-CRAAAASSHHHH!!* [...and landing on Kujawa upside down and slightly side-on!] [THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!! JOHN SHOCK JUST ASAI MOONSAULTED ALL THE WAY INTO THE FRONT ROW OF THE CROWD... ONTO JEFF KUJAWA!! RP: HOLY CRAP, THAT WAS FREAKIN' AWESOME! *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!!* [Right after impact, James Hunnicutt went right out to check on both wrestlers, and now he climbs back over the railing, leaving both wrestlers to recover amidst a mass of knocked over chairs and cheering fans, who the crowd control guys are struggling to keep back.] LVK: John Shock is covered in his own blood... he's taken quite a beating at the hands of Jeff Kujawa... but BY GOD THE YOUNG MAN CAN THRILL A CROWD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!! RP: How the hell'd he get that much distance?! [Looking like a car crash victim, John Shock is the first to rise, a nearby female fan screaming as she gets a close up look at the bloody visage which was once a good looking young man. Shock grabs Kujawa by a handful of hair and throws him over the railing, Kujawa too stunned to even stand, as he flops to the mats.] LVK: My God, both men are in bad shape... Shock has lost a _lot_ of blood! [Shock drags Kujawa to his feet and leads him over to the timekeeper's seat, sending David Stokes scampering away as he sits Kujawa in the chair, then staggers away from him, turning back around a good 10-15 feet away, and then pointing at Kujawa, looking out at the crowd, who react with a huge pop to let him know that they're right behind him. Shock charges, and kicks his legs at the last moment before reaching Kujawa, performing what could easily be called an OLE OLE OLE SHOCK KICK...] [...except for one problem. That's Jeff Kujawa ducking out of the way at the last moment, causing Shock to crash into the ring railing, his right leg landing on top of it, and the champ then crashing back to the floor, his leg caught up in the railing!] *KAH-LAAANK-CRAAASHH!!* [SURPRISE POP!] LVK: OOHHHH!! SHOCK WENT FOR THE SHOCK KICK, BUT ENDED UP GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THE RING RAILING! HIS LEG'S ALL TANGLED UP, AND HE CAN'T GET FREE!! [Kujawa picks up the chair he was just sitting in, folds it up...] *KLAAAANKKK!!* [...and waffles Shock across the chest and midsection with it! HEEL POP!] RP: KUJAWA'S GOT HIM HUNG UP LIKE A PINATA, AND HE'S POUNDING FOR CANDY! [With Shock hanging lifeless, his body bent around so that his back and head are against the railing, his head against the floor, Kujawa places the chair in front of the champ's face, then climbs up onto the apron, the fans starting to roar in protest and panic as Kujawa then leaps off...] [...coming down with a missile dropkick...] *KAH-LAAAANKKK-KLAAANKKKK!!!* [...which drives the chair right into John Shock's face! MEGA-THUNDEROUS HARDCORE POP!!] LVK + RP: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! RP: HOLY CRAP!! HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP!! [The loudest chant of the night so far starts up...] *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: YOU'VE GOT TO BE FREAKIN' KIDDING ME!! KUJAWA MISSILE DROPKICKED THE CHAIR INTO SHOCK'S FACE!! LVK: ABSOLUTELY _BEH-RUTAL_! KUJAWA IS _DECIMATING_ JOHN SHOCK!! RP: And he's not done! [Unhooking Shock's leg from the railing, Kujawa tries to pick him up, but finds the Super J-Crown champion to be deadweight. He tries again, hauling Shock up to his feet and leading him over to the table that he set up earlier, hooking a wrist-clutch and leg hook in the front chancery, then lifting...] RP: ALGORIIIIIIIIIIITHM- *KAH-RUUUUUUUNNNCCHHHHHHHHH-THWAAPPPP!!* [THUNDEROUS HARDCORE POP!!] RP: ...THROUGH THE GODDAMN TABLE!! SHOCK IS _DONE_!! LVK: I THINK YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT RICK!! SURELY JOHN SHOCK CAN'T COME BACK FROM HERE! SURELY THAT SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE SPELLS THE END OF HIS SUPER J-CROWN REIGN!! [Hauling himself up to his feet, Kujawa staggers left, then right, before grabbing the ring apron to steady himself. Then he drags up Shock from out of the debris of the table. Shock, bloody, eyes glazed over, wobbles on the spot, and Kujawa decides to keep the onslaught going with a right hand... which is blocked! HUGE FACE POP!! Kujawa tries again, and Shock blocks that one too, firing back a right hand of his own! MEGA FACE POP!!] LVK: MY GOD!! JOHN SHOCK IS FIGHTING BACK!! RP: NO WAY! [Kujawa is...well, excuse the pun, but he's _shocked_ by this, as Shock fires another punch, then another, pausing to let rip with a roar of determination, which sends the crowd into an even bigger frenzy of excitement!] LVK: LOOK AT HIM GO!! SHOCK'S PUMMELLING AWAY AT KUJAWA, BACKING HIM UP THE AISLE WITH EACH BLOW!! [Punch after punch continues until they reach almost to the ramp, when Kujawa suddenly comes back, driving a kick into Shock's gut, then whipping him into the railing!] *KAH-LAAAANK!* RP: Kujawa's not just gonna let Shock fight his way back! LVK: No he's not! He _threw_ Shock at the ring railing, and now he's going to do it again... [Face pop!] LVK: NO! Shock jumped the railing! [And now he turns around, jumps up onto the railing, and springs off it...] *THWAAACK-THWAAPP!* [...and drops Kujawa with a flying leg lariat! BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: BUT SHOCK'S NOT GOING TO SURRENDER EITHER! NEITHER MAN IS WILLING TO GIVE UP!! RP: We're witnessing a _war_ between two _gladiators_! [And now they're back to trading punches, brawling their way up the ramp, onto the entranceway stage, where the blows continue. Shock starts to overpower Kujawa again with his stiffer punches, firing up in the process, backing Kujawa up with each blow, closer and closer to the edge of the stage...] RP: LOOKOUT! [ANTICIPATION POP!] [...but Kujawa manages to fire back a punch, then rakes Shock's eyes, before moving away from the edge of the stage.] LVK: They've got to be _so_ careful up there! It's a 15-foot drop down to the floor and all kinds of production equipment off the side of the stage! [Temporarily blinded, Shock staggers back, close to the edge, as the fans scream in panic, trying to alert the champ to the danger. He stops just inches from the edge, rubbing at his eyes, and seeing where he is. He hastily walks forward, but Kujawa charges...] *THWAAAAACKKKKKKK!!!* [...planting a superkick right on Shock's jaw, knocking him backwards...] LVK: SUPERKICK! [...and off the edge of the stage...] [THUNDEROUS PANIC POP!!] *flashbulb* *THA-WUUUUMMMPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!* [...landing in a pile of big, black canvas bags! Luckily it looks to be a soft landing, as whatever is in the bags seems to be soft.] [HUGE POP!!] LVK: MY GOD!! SHOCK WENT TUMBLING OFF THE STAGE!! HE FELL 15 FEET INTO A BIG PILE OF PRODUCTION GEAR!! [A split second later, Kujawa, having looked down and seen Shock lying in the pile of bags, flat out on his back... ...leaps!] RP: ARRGGHH!! KUJAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! [He throws his legs out in mid-air, plummetting backfirst...] *TH-UGGH-WUUUUMMPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!* [MEGALICIOUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: KUJAWA!! KUJAWA!! GOOD GOD, HE DOVE OFF THE PLATFORM AND LANDED _THE_ BIGGEST SENTON BOMB I'VE 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!!* RP: That was _insane_! [Kujawa rolls out of the equipment, back to his feet on the arena floor, but leaves Shock where he is. Spying a concession table a few feet away, Kujawa heads towards it with purpose, cocking his fist to send the concessionaire away with a look of fear on his face. Kujawa then...] *CRASH-CLATTER-CRASSSHHHHH!!* [...sweeps the merchandise off the table, sending Juan Vasquez bobblehead dolls, official RCW beer mugs and various t-shirts and DVDs flying. He grabs the table, folding up the legs, and then heads around the side of the ramp, table under arm.] LVK: Kujawa has a table, and he's heading back up the ramp! RP: After what we've seen in this match so far, I'm not even going to guess what he's got in mind! [Kujawa makes it to the stage and props out the legs, setting up the table. He starts to walk back down the ramp, but stops as he sees a blood-splattered, fired up Texan standing at the bottom of it! MEGA FACE POP!] LVK: SHOCK IS BACK ON HIS FEET, AND WALKING UP THE RAMP! RP: KUJAWA'S GOING DOWN TO MEET HIM! THE WAR'S CONTINUING!! [They collide with punches, the brawl continuing in earnest fashion. Rights and lefts going back and forth, but ultimately both men being propelled up the ramp by the battle, until they reach the stage. They continue the battle up there, Shock's punches once again proving the more effective, until Kujawa suddenly grabs him by the head and throws him towards the metallic panels beside the entrance curtain...] *KAH-THUUUNNNKK!!* LVK: OH! Shock sent headfirst into that metal wall! RP: Kujawa'll use whatever he can to get the job done, and... OH SHIZZY! LVK: HE'S ALREADY PUT SHOCK THROUGH ONE TABLE WITH THE ALGORITHM, AND NOW HE'S GOING TO DO IT A SECOND TIME!! [But before he can hook the leg, Kujawa is suddenly lifted up in a vertical suplex, and then dropped down frontfirst...] *KAH-THUUUUUUUUDDD!!* [...right onto the metal stage! HARDCORE POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! KUJAWA FELL HEAVILY RIGHT ONTO BARE METAL!! THIS MATCH IS _BRUTAL_! [Shock drags Kujawa up, nailing him with a punch, then another, and a third to drive the challenger back onto the table. The fans start to buzz, and Shock walks over to the side of the stage... and begins climbing up a ladder there! THUNDEROUS ANTICIPATION POP!!] RP: NO FREAKIN' WAY!! LVK: JOHN SHOCK IS CLIMBING... CLIMBING UP THE SIDE OF THE ENTRANCEWAY, UP TO THE RIVERTRON!! [The entire arena is a mass of yelling, screaming fans as Shock makes it up onto the small ledge that sits at the bottom of the massive RiverTron. He edges his way out into the middle of it... Kujawa lying on the table a good 20-25 feet below him...] LVK: HE CAN'T! SURELY HE CAN'T JUMP FROM THERE!! RP: I CAN'T WATCH... [...] RP: OKAY, I CAN! JUMP DAMMIT!! [...and Shock does just that, but it's not just a straight jump. He pushes out from the ledge and upwards, tucking his head and flipping over backwards...] *flashbulb* *flashbulb* *flashbulb* [...performing a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press, before coming down...] *TH-KRUUUUUUUUUNNNCCCHHHHHHH-KLAAAAAAANKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!* [...and driving Kujawa right through the table!] [TEAR-THE-GODDAMN-ROOF-OFF HIGHSPOT POP FROM HELL!!!!] LVK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWDDDDDDDDD!!! RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY MOOGILY GODDAMN MOOGILY!!! LVK: JOHN SHOCK WITH ONE OF _THE_ MOST DEATH-DEFYING, SPECTACULAR DIVES I HAVE _EVER_ SEEN, LEAPING FROM THE RIVERTRON ONTO JEFF KUJAWA WITH A MASSIVE _SHOCK WAVE_!! *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: Are they dead? They have to be... right? LVK: They're certainly both still down, and I would be _very_ surprised if either man gets up after that! [The crowd are in full voice, their chant changing...] *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!!* [...and after a few minutes of no movement, suddenly a figure rises out of the smashed remains of the table...] LVK: SHOCK IS UP!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] RP: You've got to be kidding me! He's lost about a gallon of blood, he's been beaten to within an inch of his life... jumped off the friggin _RiverTron_... and he's up on his feet? LVK: He can barely stand, but yes... John Shock continues the fight! [He drags up Kujawa, who's now also bleeding from the face, but his cut is lower down, on the left cheek. He's damn near unconscious though, as Shock leads him down the ramp, towards the ring.] LVK: I still can't believe we just witnessed a Shock Wave from off of the RiverTron. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes! [His face the proverbial crimson mask, wincing as he stretches his left side, Shock slowly leads Kujawa down the aisle, past the screaming fans who're stretching out their hands, screaming and cheering like crazy. A couple of times Shock has to stop, looking like he might keel over at any moment, but he digs deep and finds the strength to make it to the ring, where, with a grunt of effort, he rolls Kujawa in under the bottom rope...] LVK: John Shock's climbing back into the ring now, looking like he's gone 12 rounds with a combine harvester... AND HE'S GOING FOR THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [?] [BIG DISAPPOINTMENT/WORKRATE POP!!] LVK: NO! KUJAWA SURVIVED!! RP: I hate to say it, but if this match was falls count anywhere, I think it'd be all over after the big jump off the RiverTron. LVK: I have no doubt about that. But it's not, so Shock had to get Kujawa back to the ring to pin him... which gave Kujawa a little time to recover. [Having rolled off of Kujawa, Shock now lies similarly flat on his back, groaning slightly as he stares up into the arena lights, which are gleaning off the blood covering his face. He closes his eyes. Has he lost consciousness? For a few seconds it seems that might be a possibility, but instead he was just summoning his energy, to push up to his hands and knees, then to his feet.] LVK: The Super J-Crown champ is up again... Kujawa's getting up as well... [Kujawa charges... or rather _stumbles_ towards Shock, who sidesteps and takes the challenger down with a drop toe-hold, before hooking his legs around one of Kujawa's arms, then spinning and rolling forward onto the mat...] LVK: LA MAGISTRAL! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEE-NO! [Kujawa kicks out, then rolls over backwards to his feet, both men meeting again up off the mat, Kujawa ducking a punch, then hooking both of Shock's arms, the two men back to back. Kujawa drops to his knees and bows forward...] RP: BACKSLIDE BY KUJAWA!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEE-NOOOO!!!!! [Face pop! Again they're both up quickly, and Shock grabs Kujawa in a small package...] LVK: SMALL PACKAGE BY THE CHAMP!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-BUT NO!! [POP! They both roll right back up, and swing punches at the same time...] *SMACK-SMACK!!* [...both landing at the same time...] *THUUDDD-THUUUDDDD!!* [...and they both flop backwards to the canvas! POP!!] LVK: AMAZING! After the war these two men have waged on each other, they're still able to go through a rapid-fire series of pinfall attempts and reversals! RP: All it takes is three seconds Van Keel! LVK: That's what your wife told me. RP: Hey! Heh, good one Van Keel. [Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the two men struggle up to their feet, and Kujawa strikes first, launching a dropkick at Shock...] *THUUDD!!* [...that misses completely! Kujawa rolls back to his feet in a daze, and is easy pickings for Shock, who charges...] *SMAAAACK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: BIG LARIAT BY JOHN SHOCK! [Kujawa is up again, and Shock charges in again, but this time the lariat misses, and Kujawa is able to link his arms around the champ's waist from behind, then lift...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: GERMAN SUPLEX... BRIDGED!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [BIG FACE POP!!] RP: GODDAMMIT, HOW DID THAT NOT DO IT?! LVK: I don't think even John Shock could answer that question! [Kujawa angrily climbs to his feet, wiping some of the blood away from his cheek, then dragging Shock up, and lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Leaving him sitting, facing into the ring, Kujawa walks away towards the centre of the ring, then yells out...] RP: HE'S GONNA FINISH SHOCK WITH AN ALGORITHM FROM THE TOP!! [But the time it took to tell the crowd that is enough for Shock to regain his bearings a bit... enough so that when Kujawa turns back and around and begins walking back towards the corner, Shock leaps into the air, pushing out from the turnbuckles...] *THWAAAACKK-THUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and dropping Kujawa with a missile dropkick to the chest! BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: MISSILE DROPKICK BY SHOCK!! BY GOD HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD _QUIT_! [Shock doesn't cover, instead struggling up to his feet. He watches as Kujawa follows suit, then leaps up, wrapping his legs around the challenger's head. He falls back, but Kujawa somehow manages to block the huracanrana, leaving Shock dangling upside down for a moment, before swinging him back up. But this time Shock succeeds...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* LVK: HURACANRAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RP: NO! ONLY TWO!! ONLY TWO!!!! [GODDAMN-THAT-WAS-CLOSE POP!!] LVK: WOW! [They both roll right to their feet, and Shock lunges forward...] *SMAAACK!* [...right into a punch from Kujawa! The blow stops Shock in his tracks and stuns him, the champ teetering on the verge of flopping flat on his face, but he doesn't get the chance, as Kujawa scoops him up, flipping him upside down and into a Tombstone piledriver position! But suddenly Shock starts to kick his legs, unbalancing Kujawa, who staggers, teeters, then... falls backwards... Shock suddenly going from being upside down to standing on his feet, Kujawa now in the Tombstone position...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [HUGE POP!!!] LVK: TOMBSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! RP: Kujawa was trying to nail it, but Shock reversed! LVK: AND THAT SHOULD DO IT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [DISBELIEF/DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!] LVK: ANOTHER KICKOUT!! [Shock rolls away from Kujawa, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stares at the referee through a mask of crimson. Then he pushes up to his feet...] *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* *LET'S GO SHOCK! LET'S GO SHOCK!!* [...the chant ringing in his ears and urging him on as he plods over to the nearest corner, stopping to rest against the top rope, before pulling himself up, first to the middle rope, then struggling to pull his weight up to the top. As he does this, suddenly Kujawa rockets to his feet and charges the corner, leaping and springboarding off the middle rope, launching into the air...] *THWAAAAACKKK-THUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and driving a kick into the back of Shock's head, knocking the champ down to the canvas! POP!] LVK: SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI KNOCKS SHOCK BACK TO THE MAT!! RP: AND NOW KUJAWA'S GOING UP TOP!! [He's up to the top quickly, and wastes no time before leaping...] *flashbulb* *flashbulb* [...flipping over forwards...] [...but instead of coming down in a splash, he comes up short, falling in a sitting position...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...right onto Shock's chest! THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!] LVK: THAT'S THE CHROMOPHOBIA!! WHAT A MOVE!! RP: IT'S OVER!!! COUNT IT!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: NO!! ONLY TWO!! IT WAS ONLY TWO!! RP: Well I'll be goddamned. LVK: Jeff Kujawa nailed that beautiful highflying move that he calls Chromophobia... which in the past has been automatic lights out... but tonight it hasn't done the job! [Kujawa angrily wrenches Shock up to his feet, whips him into the ropes...] *THWAAACKK-THUUUUUUDDDD!!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!] LVK: MY GOD!!! SHOCK OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE SHOCK KICK!! RP: How the hell did he do that? LVK: Less than a minute ago he was a few hundredths of a second from being pinned, and now he takes Kujawa off his feet with a massive Yakuza kick! Incredible! [It was more of a desperation move than anything by Shock, and he's unable to follow up, dropping to the mat in exhaustion. A few seconds later he crawls over, flopping into a cover on the unmoving Kujawa...] LVK: HERE'S THE PIN! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SO-DAMN-CLOSE POP!!] LVK: And now the Shock Kick doesn't get the job done! RP: Man oh man. [Shock doesn't give Kujawa a chance to recover, dragging him over closer to the corner, then using the top rope to slingshot himself up, spreading his legs and falling into a splits position across the top strand...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dropping onto Kujawa with a moonsault! BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEE-KUJAWA KICKS OUT!! LVK: And _that_ can't finish it! [But again Shock is right back up, and he climbs out to the apron. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, he turns to the crowd, eliciting a huge anticipation pop from the capacity crowd. Then he steadies himself, and springboards into the air...] [...tucking and flipping over backwards...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: SHOCK WAVE- RP: MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSED!!! KUJAWA MOVED!! [MASSIVE SHOCK/SYMPATHY POP!!] LVK: The springboard shooting star press - the same move that the whole world is going to be talking about after John Shock nailed it _off_ the RiverTron - hit nothing but canvas on that occasion! RP: Kujawa's up! Shock's hurting bigtime! [Shock climbs to his feet, hurting but defiant, ready to fight. He swings a punch, but it misses, and Kujawa drives a boot into the champ's gut, before quickly hooking on a front chancery, hooking the leg, with the wrist-clutch, then lifting...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [THUNDEROUS FINISHING MOVE POP!!] LVK: ALGORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITHM!!! RP: HE NAILED IT!! NO, HE _DRILLED_ IT!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [?] [James Hunnicutt holds up... TWO FINGERS!!] [DEAFENING FACE POP!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! JOHN SHOCK ISN'T DONE!! HE SURVIVED THE ALGORITHM AT WHAT MUST HAVE BEEN TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! RP: That was three! It had to be! LVK: It was very, very close, but two, says James Hunnicutt! [Kujawa can't believe it, and his disbelief turns to anger as he gets right in the face of James Hunnicutt, arguing his case for it being three. Hunnicutt will hear nothing of it, shaking his head and holding up two fingers. Kujawa turns away and kicks at the ropes...] LVK: Kujawa is understandably frustrated, but he needs to keep his head in the game if he wants to become Super J-Crown champion! [Slowly he walks over to the nearest corner, and starts to climb... when suddenly Shock rolls to his feet and charges over, reaching the corner as Kujawa pushes up to the top rope. Shock steps up onto the middle rope, driving a fist into the side of the challenger, before pushing up to the top rope...] LVK: Kujawa went up top, but Shock has him caught up there! [He hooks Kujawa in a rear waistlock, pushing his head up from underneath his left armpit, then hoisting him up and falling backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!* RP: SWEET JESUS!! A TOP ROPE BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX!!! LVK: WHAT IMPACT!! JEFF KUJAWA FOLDED UP LIKE AN ACCORDIAN AFTER THAT MASSIVE DROP FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- RP: NO! HOLY MOTHERFREAKIN' CRAP, KUJAWA KICKED OUT AGAIN!! [The same determined grimace on his bloodied face, Shock climbs to his feet and gestures for Kujawa to follow suit, sizing him up. It takes a few seconds, but then finally Kujawa struggles up, and Shock charges...] [...lashing out with his Shock Kick...] [...but the boot misses Kujawa's head, and Kujawa catches the leg, before lifting the champ up and over...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...dumping him with a capture suplex! He keeps hold of Shock, rolling back to his feet with the set-up still in place...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and nailing a second!] RP: Two capture suplexes... he's going for the Triple Six! Here comes the capture buster to cap it off... [Kujawa lifts, but Shock swivels in mid-lift, rolling over to fall down behind Kujawa's back, grabbing his head on the way down, and falling into a sitout position...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...driving Kujawa down with an inverted facedriver!] LVK: SHOCK TREATMENT!! BY GOD, JOHN SHOCK ESCAPED FROM THE TRIPLE SIX AND NAILED THE SHOCK TREATMENT!! [THUNDEROUS ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: HERE'S THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- RP: TWO!! IT WAS TWO!! SWEET FREAKIN' JESUS!! LVK: INCREDIBLE!! [Both wrestlers climb to their feet, Kujawa stunned and dazed as he swings a wild punch at Shock, who easily ducks it, moving in behind, and then pushing his head under Kujawa's left armpit, and lifting him belly-to-back style...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...but dropping him right on the top of his head!] LVK: BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! DANGEROOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! RP: ARGH!! [Kujawa lies lifeless on the mat, and the place is in pandemonium as Shock rises to his feet and rushes over to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron. He grabs the top rope, and springboards into the air...] [...tucking and flipping backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!* LVK: ANOTHER SHOCK WAVE!!! WILL THIS ONE BE ENOUGH?! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [?] *DING DING DING!!!* [THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!] LVK: IT _WAS_ ENOUGH!! JOHN SHOCK HAS DEFEATED JEFF KUJAWA AND CEMENTED HIS PLACE AS THE WORLD'S TOP JUNIOR-HEAVYWEIGHT!! [The fans continue to cheer as Shock rises to his feet, his face covered in blood but a relieved smile showing through. James Hunnicutt reappears with the three belts that make up the Super J-Crown.] DS: Here is your winner... and _STILL_ SUPER J-CROWN CHAMPION... JOHN SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!! [Now with the belts draped over his shoulders and around his waist, Shock mounts a corner, raising the gold and smiling broadly.] LVK: This was a _war_, and John Shock has emerged victorious! He beat Jeff Kujawa fair and square, and has got a measure of payback for all of the attacks he's suffered at the hands of Kujawa in recent months! RP: That was all just mind games by Kujawa. LVK: But they failed to psych out the champion, and now there can be absolutely no doubt about the legitimacy of John Shock's place as the top junior-heavyweight in the world. [Shock continues to celebrate in the ring, the fans cheering him on.] LVK: Wow, what a match. Without a doubt John Shock and Jeff Kujawa are two of the greatest junior-heavyweights in the world right now, and it was _that_ close. Either man could have emerged victorious, but tonight John Shock is the man! [Fade out.] [We get the usual PPV commercial, shilling a range of RCW DVDs and other products, then fade back in... to a shot from inside one of the Fleet Center skyboxes, in which sits none other than "Mr. Excitement" Alex Extreme, who's sitting in a wheelchair, enjoying the show.] LVK: Welcome back and... [BIG POP! Extreme's up on the RiverTron as well, and the fans have seen him.] LVK: ...well, it's a big night, and on a night like this you expect big guests, but Alex Extreme? We haven't seen him in months! RP: Ever since Alex Martinez made Extreme wear his own sphincter as a hat. [Some of the bruises are stll visable as is the full cast to the elbow on his right arm. Extreme, wearing an RCW t-shirt and ray ban wafer shades, acknowledges the crowd. The words "thank you" can be made out. As Alex raises his left hand to wave, he suddenly winces immediately his left arm goes back down on the arm rest and looks very uncomfortable. Attendants start to wheel him out as the camera cuts back to Van Keel and Perle.] LVK: Well, if Madison J. Valentine needed any reminding of just what he's getting himself into by stepping into the ring with the Last American Badass... that would have done it. RP: Hell, if Valentine saw that, he's probably running out of the building right now, pissing his pants in the process. LVK: I doubt it Rick. But it's a timely reminder of the power of the River City champion, Alex Martinez. Let's send it down to David Stokes now! [Cut to the ring.] DS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FOLLOWING CONTEST, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL... IS A LUMBERJACK MATCH FOR THE RCW RIVER CITY CHAMPIONSHIP! [The crowd cheers, as a long rivalry is about to culminate in a match that has been widely anticipated. A small "M! J! V!" chant has already started in an upper level of the Fleet Center, as fourteen men walk silently to the ring. First out comes the HiLite Express (El Fuego Mascara and Corazon Moreno), followed by the "Hellraiser" himself, Tom Landis. Not long after comes Jeff Kujawa, and keeping a distance behind him is "Captivating" Corey Hart. The Taylor Twins are next, followed by the "Bayou Bad Boy" Colby Greene. The Cossacks, Nickolai Trevianski and Vasilii Ivanovich, march quickly to the ring after them alongside Petr Ivonovich, and then "Showtime" Rick Marley, followed closely by his brother "The Gambler" Judd Marley alongside his tag team partner Black Jack Baldwin, collectively known as the Wild Cards.] LVK: Here they come, Rick Perle. Fourteen men charged with keeping order between Madison J. Valentine and Alex Martinez. That is a task and a half, even for that impressive group of men. RP: "Alex Martinez" and "order" don't belong in the same sentence. And there are divisions of the U.S. Armed Forces that couldn't keep him in line. All these lumberjacks are gonna do is keep Valentine from escaping. The idiot's ruined any shot he might have had at taking down the Last American Badass. There's no way he can win if he has to stay at close quarters the entire match. If he could hit and run... maybe. But not now. And this fool brought it upon himself when he started with the "locker room solidarity" routine. As if THAT existed. LVK: This wasn't Valentine's idea, though. But at least it will force Martinez to do in Valentine with his own two hands rather than using weapons. What I'm interested in, though, is who's going to keep the lumberjacks themselves in line? Many of these men have already fought each other tonight! The tag teams in the Unholy War, Rick Marley and Tom Landis, and don't forget that Kujawa and Hart are gunning for the same title! A breakdown could happen any time! RP: Maybe that's Valentine's plan... cause mass confusion and hope someone takes out Martinez for him! LVK: Highly unlikely. [The lumberjacks are in position, and the crowd knows what's about to happen... they start cheering early, and they're not disappointed as a very familiar theme music opener bursts out over the PA soon thereafter.] # Holy Calamity! Scream Insanity! # [Pop!] DS: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER... [With the FleetCenter jumping to his theme music -- supplied by Handsome Boy Modelling School -- Madison J. Valentine yanks the curtain to one side and steps out on to the stage, drawing another huge cheer. In patent red wrestling trunks with white kneesavers and boots, raises a fist to the audience as he strolls down the aisle, his black hair scraped back into an impossibly small ponytail, his head bouncing in time with the booming "Holy Calamity" as he strolls down the aisle...] DS: COMING DOWN THE AISLE... ...FROM OTTAWA, ONTARIO, CANADA... ...WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED FIFTEEN POUNDS... MADISON! JAY! VAAAAAAALLLEEENTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Making sure to touch plenty of outstretched hands en route, Valentine reaches the ring; Corey Hart offers his hand and wishes him the best of luck as Jeff Kujawa looks on, scowling. MJV stomps up the steps and clambers up on to the top rope and, illuminated by a single white spotlight, he poses for the cameras and makes the time-honored "I want the belt" motion with his hands. Dropping into the ring he paces around, keeping his eyes on the mat as his theme music abruptly cuts... replaced by Tomoyasu Hotei's "Battle Without Honor or Humanity".] DS: AND HIS OPPONENT... [As the distinctive sound of Tomoyasu Hotei's "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" blasts over the loudspeakers, all eyes go to the entranceway, where the curtain is roughly pulled apart. Standing in the entrance is an impossibly huge figure, and his presence is greeted by a chorus of boos.] DS: COMING DOWN THE AISLE... ...FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA... ...WEIGHING THREE-HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS... ...HE IS THE REIGNING RCW RIVER CITY CHAMPION... "T H E L A S T A M E R I C A N B A D A S S" ALEX MARTINEZ !!!!!!!! [Martinez stalks slowly down the ring. He stoically ignores the crowd, who pelt him with boos and trash. Their angry, hate filled faces are reflected in the lenses of his mirrored sunglasses, and his only reaction to them is a cold sneer of hatred. Martinez moves to the ring, apron, throwing one long leg and then the other over the top rope. Standing in the corner, Martinez pulls off his sunglasses and his leather jacket, and moves to the center of the ring. His in ring attire consists of a pair of shiny black boots, with the letters "L.A.B." stenciled in gold on them, black leather pants adorned with silver buckles along the legs, a black knee brace on his oft-injured left knee, rubberized black tape on his hands, that goes from just below his knuckles to mid-forearm, and long black elbow pads that start just below his shoulder and nearly extend to the tape, leaving only an inch or two of exposed skin.. Martinez waits in the center of the ring, ready for the violence that is sure to ensue.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | River City Heavyweight Championship | \____________________________________________________________________/ ____ _ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ ____ ___ _ _ _ ____ ___ |__| | |___ \/ |\/| |__| |__/ | | |\ | |___ / (c) | | |___ |___ _/\_ | | | | | \ | | | \| |___ /__ _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| _ _ ____ ___ _ ____ ____ _ _ _ |\/| |__| | \ | [__ | | |\ | | | | | | |__/ | ___] |__| | \| _| . _ _ ____ _ ____ _ _ ___ _ _ _ ____ | | |__| | |___ |\ | | | |\ | |___ \/ | | |___ |___ | \| | | | \| |___ ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Jeremy Steigerwald | \____________________________________________________________________/ [*DING*DING*] LVK: We're underway, and I'm surprised that Martinez hasn't lunged right into Valentine yet! RP: He's got him cornered, Van Keel. There's no need to rush now. These past months, Valentine's been able to get away from most of their confrontations... and what happened when he couldn't? LVK: That's not really an accurate... RP: ...he got hurt, and hurt bad! Now it's all legal, and Martinez doesn't have to stop until there's nothing left. They're gonna have to carry out Valentine with a sponge, and put it on the shelf next to the sponge holding what's left of Alex Extreme. LVK: Referee James Hunnicut now has the River City Championship Belt, and he's showing it to the capacity crowd. Now he's showing Valentine... ATTACK BY MARTINEZ! He decks Valentine with an express train haymaker, and now Martinez is stepping right on his windpipe! RP: Ha, ha... the second that punkhead took his eyes off of the monster and laid his eyes on the prize, Martinez flattened him! He knew that egomaniac Valentine would want to take the time to look over the belt! LVK: Martinez can be calculating when he has himself composed. He's now picking up Valentine, and hammering him down with a brutal body slam! Simple power moves from a man like Martinez are enough to hospitalize normal men, and at two-fifteen, Madison Valentine isn't far removed from a normal man. Martinez reaching down, and grabs two handfuls of hair... WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT?! [The crowd gives an "oohhhhh" sympathy reaction as Martinez pretty much flings Valentine from his back to the other side of the ring... by his hair.] RP: One or two more of those, and Valentine'll need the new Tylenol With Rogaine. LVK: Martinez now stomping away! Oh, Valentine using his quickness to get to his feet before the big man can really grind him down with those stomps, but Martinez just unloading with rights and lefts! He's punching away at Valentine... RP: Heh, Valentine just punched him back. Martinez probably didn't even notice. LVK: Finally, MJV falls through the ropes under the onslaught! There's no way he can last if he gets caught in a brawl... and Tom Landis just shoved him back in under the bottom rope, so "caught" is an appropriate term. [Valentine drags himself up and he hustles away from the ropes, but he staggers enough for Martinez to snatch him by the back of the head!] RP: Well, nice knowing ya, Madison. LVK: Martinez with Valentine... Valentine fires back with a kick! And another! And... well, that wasn't effective. MARTINEZ THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR WITH EASE! Alex Martinez unfazed by Valentine's blows, and he's... following him outside? RP: I think Martinez either forgot what kind of match this is, or he's testing the waters! The Wild Cards have already put Valentine back in the ring... yeah, Martinez looks like he just plain forgot. LVK: Corazon Moreno now moving over to throw Martinez back in the ring... [The nearby fans, and even a couple lumberjacks and his own tag partner, look at poor Corazon with an "oh my god, you poor man, what were you thinking" look on their faces. We can make out two words on Moreno's lips as Martinez looks at him incredulously... the first word is "Oh" and the second is unprintable.] RP: That does it: "Corazon Moreno" now translates to "total idiot". [NECK SNATCH POP!] LVK: HE'S GOING TO FIREBOMB... NO! VALENTINE SKIES OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A SLINGSHOT TUMBLING BODY ATTACK INTO MARTINEZ! RP: He didn't even knock him down, Van Keel! LVK: But now all of the lumberjacks are swarming, and even Martinez can't handle that! Both competitors thrown back in, as it should be. Martinez... oh, man, he's distracted now, Larry. Martinez is yelling at the lumberjacks! AM [heard over camera mic]: "I'LL DROP YA ALL FOR THIS! YA PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, I'LL BURY YOUR ASSES, EVERY ONE OF..." [*SMACK* POP!] LVK: SILVER BULLET INTERRUPTED HIS RAMPAGE, AND THAT ONE KNOCKED HIM DOWN! VALENTINE FOR THE COVER! ONE... uh, well, no. RP: He didn't even get a one-count, Van Keel! LVK: Martinez getting up... Valentine scoops his left leg! That trips Martinez back down. The big guy isn't agile by any means, and everyone in the sport knows his one physical weakness! RP: It's only been attacked, what, nine hundred times now? Just because you know that Martinez' left knee is chronically injured doesn't mean that you can beat him with it. LVK: Good point, and Valentine going for a spinning toehold... he gets it locked on after fighting with Martinez a bit. Alex kicks him off immediately, and Valentine goes running off the ropes with that momentum... KNEE CLIP! RP: He got the Badass as he was coming up with a clip, and Alex rolls outside with it to take a breather... he can't have forgotten again already, can he? LVK: I don't think it's that he's forgotten... I just don't think he respects the ability of the lumberjacks to put him in! First one there is Jimmy Taylor, and Martinez swings... Taylor ducks! Now his partner jack is there, and Martinez shoves them both away... but he's gotten swarmed again! Too much humanity for Alex Martinez to fight at one time, and he's thrown back in again. RP: Alex is going to have to get over it. He's fighting Madison Valentine, not the lumberjacks. LVK: Getting over it isn't his strong suit. Valentine has Martinez on the mat, trapping his left leg so that he can't get to his feet! Legscissor submission on Martinez! There's no way Martinez will submit to anything, but this is still an effective weardown procedure on the Last American Badass. This move bends that knee the wrong way, and if Martinez takes much of that, he'll lose his ability to remain standing after big moves. RP: Focus, Martinez! The last thing we need is this punkhead running around with the River City title. His head would swell like a balloon and his attitude is already on my nerves. LVK: Martinez has the bottom rope, and Valentine has to break the hold. MJV tries to drag him back into the ring with that leg, but Alex is using the ropes to get himself to his feet! The Last American Badass kicks his leg away from Valentine, who charges him... [CROWD POP!] LVK: ...KNEE CLIP FAILS AS MARTINEZ PUNCHES DOWN AND DRIVES VALENTINE'S HEAD INTO THE MAT! RP: HA HA HA HA! That was great! Little Maddy got smashed down out of mid-air like a boulder landed on him! Martinez spiked his face to the canvas with his fist! LVK: I don't think I've ever seen that particular counter done that way before, and Alex Martinez wants to follow up immediately! Martinez grabs Valentine by the hair and pulls him up... vertical suplex position, and he lifts him up! Madison J. Valentine is upside-down, seven feet up in the air, and Martinez is holding him there! RP: That's a lousy position to be in, too... all that blood rushing in to fill Valentine's empty skull cavity. And there's nowhere to go but SEVEN... FEET... DOWN! LVK: Crushing delayed suplex by Martinez! Absolutely crushing! And as Valentine is writhing in pain from that, Martinez is following up. He lifts Valentine back off the mat... backbreaker! RP: No-nonsense meat-and-potatoes offense from Martinez here. He's not doing anything fancy, because he knows that with his insane power and size advantage, there's no need. LVK: Valentine is outweighed by a hundred and thirty-five pounds, and Martinez is taking advantage. The big man stepping on Valentine's lower back, and pulling up on the arms! This is a painful submission hold, and it's targeting the lower back! RP: By no coincidence, the lower back is where most of the offense has gone, and it's one of the many body parts reduced to thin red paste by the Firebomb. LVK: Martinez has a plan, that's for sure. He's no submission wrestler, but this hold can't be what Valentine was expecting. Martinez lets go, and I think he did so out of sheer impatience, Rick. RP: Yeah, he's an ADD candidate, I think we all know that. LVK: Madison Valentine whipped off the ropes... Martinez sets himself in wait... POWERSLAM! HE WHIPPED IT DOWN WITH MORE VELOCITY THAN I THOUGHT HE HAD IN HIM! RP: Alex Martinez has plenty in him, Van Keel. You can be sure of that. LVK: Martinez is in firm control now. Valentine's offense has not yet been effective, and Martinez has been brutal... this was the worst-case scenario for Valentine. He can't afford to let Martinez have control for any length of time. RP: Alex has him up again... over his shoulder. This isn't good for the Canadian. But hell, Canadians are pretty much there to beat up on anyway. LVK: RUNNING POWERSLAM... [BIG POP!] LVK: ...NO! VALENTINE SLIPPED DOWN MARTINEZ'S BACK, GRABBED HIS HAIR, AND SPIKED THE BACK OF HIS HEAD TO THE MAT! And that hurt Martinez! RP: That move would hurt anyone, but it's just one move, Van Keel. 'Mad' is going to need far more than that to get back in this match. LVK: Valentine gets up first, due to his quickness... sunset flip! I don't see why he's going for that... Martinez reaches down and grabs his neck! [NECK SNATCH POP!] RP: HE'LL FIREBOMB HIM FROM THERE! I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE! LVK: Valentine grabs the left leg... AND FORCES IT DOWN WITH AN ANKLELOCK! The sunset flip made Martinez lean his weight forward, and that made it easy for Valentine to drop him with this... brilliant! RP: But... but... dammit, we had Mark Langseth and Tommy Stephens wrestle tonight, and THIS fool thinks he can use an anklelock?! He ought to be sued for copyright infringement! He's not even doing it right! LVK: Valentine does have a different grip, because he wants to bend and torque that KNEE, not the ankle! And he's doing just that... Martinez is just trying to use sheer leg strength to straighten that leg out! Valentine is beginning to lose ground... he shifts into a half Boston crab to regain control! Smart mat-wrestling by Madison Valentine, who needs to use his smarts to win this match! RP: Look, Martinez is STILL powering out! Ha, he just kicked Valentine off of him! LVK: Madison isn't stopping, even though the hold is broken. He grabs the left leg again... TUMBLING HAMSTRING PULL! He flipped over Martinez' head and snapped that leg straight! That move obviously hurt the champion, and Valentine is back on that leg... TWISTING SIDE HAMSTRING PULL! He spun that knee around and jumped to the side... RP: That hurt, Van Keel, no doubt. He can hurt Alex Martinez this way, but how is he going to beat him this way? LVK: Valentine grabs the left leg again, and another spinning toehold... HE'S GOING FOR A FIGURE-FOUR! RP: Martinez is fighting it... HOLY! MARTINEZ WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE?! [The crowd reacts with a shocked "he did WHAT?" sort of noise, because this is the last thing you typically see from Martinez.] LVK: I don't believe it... but Alex Martinez just used a sort of an inside cradle on Valentine to counter the figure four attempt... but he's not going for a pin with it; he's holding Valentine down and pounding the stuffing out of him with closed fists! Martinez mauling Valentine on the mat! RP: Em Jiggy Vee is trying to escape, but he's hooked up, and what Martinez lacks in technique, he's got in raw strength and size! He's finished, Larry. LVK: Alex Martinez gets up, picks up Valentine... winds him up... SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE... DUCKED! Valentine with a go-behind, and a kick to the left knee! Martinez throws an elbow, dodge and another kick! Martinez punches, and another dodge and kick! The River City champion is irate, and he's throwing a clothesline... DROPKICK TO THE KNEE STAGGERS HIM! RP: Dammit, Valentine's gotten in a rhythm! Martinez has to hit him, break it up, something, or this punkhead's going to get some real offense going! LVK: Madison Valentine on the second turnbuckle on the inside... FLYING DROPKICK TO THE KNEE TAKES MARTINEZ DOWN! The "Badass" saw it, and he managed to keep from getting that leg planted underneath him, but in order to do that, he had to go down! And at three-fifty, going down isn't pleasant! Valentine off the ropes as Martinez gets up... RP: Stay down a minute, Alex, you're walking into... crap. LVK: VALENTINE SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE SECOND ROPE AND TURNS INTO A FLYING CHOP BLOCK ON MARTINEZ! Again the big man goes down, and again Valentine bounces to his feet immediately! RP: But Martinez just reached up and grabbed his trunks, Van Keel! MJV can't get away from him now! LVK: Martinez pulls himself up... ENZUIGIRI-LIKE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE! Valentine, from close quarters, kicked out Martinez' knee, and that time, the champion's foot was planted underneath him! He may have done some real knee damage with that... AND ALEX MARTINEZ HAS HAD ENOUGH! [HEEL POP!] RP: YEAH! Martinez just rolled over onto Valentine and is just choking him out! He's pissed! LVK: BLATANT CHOKE! RP: Best kind. LVK: Hunnicutt has laid a five-count on, but Martinez doesn't care! Getting disqualified means nothing to him, since he'll retain the River City title! Alex has Em Jiggy Vee in his grip, and Valentine throwing punches and kicks, but that won't break him out! RP: Oh, this'll break him out. Martinez is getting to his feet. I got five bucks on a Firebomb. LVK: Martinez... GOOD LORD! [HUGE IMPRESSED POP!] RP: HA HA HA! HE YANKED VALENTINE STRIGHT UP IN THE AIR, LET GO, AND CLOTHESLINED HIS STUPID BUTT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE CONCRETE! That was great! LVK: Alex Martinez just threw Madison Valentine up in the air like a baseball and swung at him! Valentine's thighs hit the top rope, and he went head over heels all the way to the floor! He's right near the Cossacks... you know those two aren't going to do him any favors. RP: Well, should they? LVK: No. Trevianski picks up Valentine... HEY! [The crowd boos, as the Cossack release wheelbarrow suplexes Valentine from the floor through the ropes and into the ring.] RP: He's back in the ring, isn't he? LVK: Valentine's hitting the ropes kept him from serious harm from that move, but it was still uncalled for! Now Martinez seems amused... he picks up Valentine... HEY! [The crowd jeers again as Martinez moves to a different side of the ring, and throws Valentine directly at "Captivating" Corey Hart. Hart slams to the floor, with MJV landing atop him.] RP: Ha! That punkhead Hart annoyed Alex some weeks ago, so why not take a shot at him? You know he's siding with Valentine anyway! LVK: Colby Greene walks over and fires Valentine back in immediately... and MARTINEZ JUST... DEAR GOD! [The crowd begins a "HOLY $#!T" chant as an amused Martinez has pitched Madison J. Valentine...] RP: ...INTO THE SIXTH ROW! [...yep, into the sixth row of the crowd! Several fans get a new and unappreciated close-up of the action as poor MJV crashes into their now unoccupied chairs. Popcorn and beer fly in all directions. Martinez leisurely leans on the ropes and dismissively waves the lumberjacks towards Valentine.] LVK: Doesn't this maniac care that we have fans that could be HURT by a move like that?! RP: Nope. Thanks for asking. LVK: We could get sued over something like that! RP: The three operative words: "Not. His. Problem." LVK: After being bodily thrown about fifteen feet out and at least that far down... into chairs... I think it's safe to say that Madison Valentine isn't in any condition to get up. The Taylors have gone in after him, and are carrying him back towards the ring. RP: Oh, come on, you two... he's not an eggshell, you know! Geez, they're babying him! LVK: The Taylors being careful not to inflict further damage, but they are moving Valentine towards... well, so much for that! That creep Landis ran over, grabbed Valentine by the face right out of the Taylors' arms, and practically spiked him into the apron and threw him at Martinez' feet! RP: Good lumberjacking skills, Landis! I'm glad guys like Landis, Greene, and Trevianski are making up for the obvoius lumberjack deadweight. LVK: I hope Alex Martinez has had enough of this playing 'ping-pong' with the lumberjacks. Look, he kicked him out again... he's finding this funny. RP: Very few things make Alex Martinez laugh, so when he finds one, he tends to enjoy it. LVK: The laughing is over as Martinez grabs Valentine upon his return into the ring courtesy of the HiLite Express. Elbow, punch, forearm... Martinez methodically taking apart Valentine with a brawling attack. MJV ducks a haymaker... only to get dropped with a double-axehandle! All that getting thrown out and back in seems to have slowed down Valentine considerably! RP: Well, yeah, a hardway trip to the sixth row tends to do that. LVK: Martinez doubling up Valentine... [*BLAM* The crowd pops for that one, as a Martinez powerbomb bounces MJV's head off the mat and is so loud that they probably heard it in Vermont.] LVK: ...DID YOU SEE THAT?! RP: DID YOU _HEAR_ THAT?! Martinez just knocked the Jiggy right outta Em Vee! LVK: That was one of the most vicious powerbombs I've seen in months, and the back of Valentine's head bounced off of the mat! He's rolling away from Martinez, which frankly shows incredible fortitude, because that would have finished most men in the sport! RP: Absolutely. Alex Martinez can turn a basic move into a finishing blow... and finishing moves into hospital visits! But you know he's not done with Madison until he Firebombs him. LVK: The seven foot River City champion follows up with some stomps to the back. He's got Valentine up for more... suplex position! Lift... AND RIGHT DOWN INTO A BONECRUSHING POWERSLAM! RP: Oh, he's not holding that Jackhammer for a pin, nuh-uh. He's systematically destroying Valentine now, and he'll not go for the pin until he's left no doubt. LVK: And it may be time, Rick. Martinez waiting for Valentine to get up... and he's getting up! I think everyone knows what's coming, except for the poor guy who's going to be on the recieving end! [NECK SNATCH POP!] RP: Oh, this is going to be sweet! LVK: Valentine surges back to life! He's kicking away at Martinez's left knee, but Martinez is just shaking his head and sneering... HE'S GOT HIM UP FOR THE FIREBOMB! RP: NO! [The crowd cheers wildly as Valentine gets both arms in between Martinez's arm and his chest, and pushes out, freeing himself from the choke lift just long enough to escape!] LVK: Valentine surprised him there... AND HE FALLS INTO A DROP TOEHOLD! He got Martinez down by dropping right into a takedown on the left leg! He's going right into... RP: STF! HE JUST SNUCK AN STF ON MARTINEZ! LVK: Martinez is so big, though, that all Valentine can do is maintain the toehold, and yank on Martinez' shoulder to keep those legs bent! He doesn't have the STF hooked in, but he does have a good toehold on that left leg, and that's what he's shooting for. And that's a dangerous hold, Rick... in the old days, that's what the old "shooters" would use to rip someone's leg apart! RP: Oh, I know it, I know it well. But I don't think Valentine has the balls to go there. He'll tweak it, he'll try and hurt him, but he won't go for the injury the way an Alex Ripley would. LVK: Martinez has the ropes, and Valentine breaks immediately. He's stomping that left knee, and now backing up... running start... [HUGE POP!] LVK: ...HURANCANRANA TOOK HIM OVER! INCREDIBLE! The damage to the knee has had the desired effect, Rick... there's no way that move works on Martinez if his knee hasn't been damaged! RP: And now the little twit's going to fly! LVK: VALENTINE ON THE TOP ROPE! The crowd going wild, as we might see a moonsault... but Valentine's gotten in an argument with Tom Landis at ringside! Landis' trash-talking distracting Valentine... RP: Fatal mistake, chowderhead! Martinez is getting up! LVK: Now Colby Greene is over there mocking him too, and Valentine is threatening to jump at Greene! Corey Hart and Rick Marley are over there trying to get Greene and Landis away! MARTINEZ WITH A FOREARM FROM BEHIND! Valentine stays up, barely, but now Martinez getting on the apron... oh no! RP: Oh, yes! [MONSTER HEEL POP!] LVK: MARTINEZ YANKED VALENTINE OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO A POWERSLAM OFF THE APRON! HE LANDED ON COREY HART AND RICK MARLEY, AND CRUSHED ALL THREE OF THEM! RP: Ha ha ha ha ha... oh, that was classic. Those two punkheads tried to be heroes and got Valentine powerslammed right on top of them! LVK: If nothing else, Valentine didn't hit the concrete. Martinez allowing Greene and Landis to throw Valentine back in the ring, and he re-enters himself. RP: And there's about ten or twelve collective sighs of relief at that. LVK: Alex steps over to Valentine, picks him up... what on Earth? [Alex Martinez hovers over Madison J. Valentine, and applies a double chickenwing, almost as if he were planning to Tiger Suplex him! Using his long arms, he stretches out enough to apply a chinlock, wrenching Madison's head back with a...] RP: MARTINEZ LOCK! He hasn't used this in YEARS! Oh, man, Valentine had no idea what he was walking into tonight! LVK: This painful submission hold is having a serious effect on Madison J. Valentine! Valentine's neck is being punished in this... the chickenwing here is really just a leverage bar to make the chinlock insufferably tight! Valentine getting his feet under him, but with Martinez' strength pressing him down, he can't get straightened up! RP: Madison trying to turn to the side to biel Martinez over, but there's no way he can do that. The size advantage is too much! Best way out is to tell the ref you've had enough, punkhead! LVK: MJV will never quit! Valentine kicks back... he can't even kick high enough to low blow Martinez! I don't know if that's what he's trying, but there is no way out of this hold! RP: Admit it... it's over. Madison J. Valentine was outgunned and outclassed from the start. LVK: That's an overstatement, and you know it! It's not over until the bell rings, and Valentine still has some fight left in him! He's going back down to his knees, and... what IS he doing? RP: Look, if Madison J. Valentine drops to his knees and starts doing something, I don't want to know about it. LVK: Valentine's backing up... he's trying to slip out under Martinez's legs! Martinez has to stretch forward to keep this hold on, so going forward is no help, but going backwards... he's slipped out of the chinlock! Martinez trying to re-apply, but Valentine already countering the double-chickenwing! UH OH! [And then, Madison J. Valentine pops up behind Martinez! He's not only crawled back under the big guy's legs... but he's got ahold of both of Martinez's arms! Valentine wrenches backwards, and Martinez has nowhere to go but over... he flips right onto his back! The fans go electric at this feat!] LVK: VALENTINE FLIPPED HIM OVER! THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS HITS THE MAT! RP: HOW?! LVK: Leverage! And Valentine is going to the corner... VALENTINE ON THE TOP ROPE AGAIN! [This time, Madison ignores the heels, and as he soars, the crowd pops!] RP: OH, NO! LVK: FLYING AXE KICK OFF THE TOP ROPE, CRASHING DOWN ON THE BACK OF MARTINEZ'S HEAD AS HE STOOD UP! ALEX'S FOREHEAD HIT THE CANVAS AND BOUNCED LIKE A BASKETBALL! RP: It didn't knock him down! LVK: Only because of the rebound, but look at his feet! He's rubbery-legged! Alex Martinez just got knocked goofy, and Valentine is rushing him... RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY! [DEAFENING POP!] LVK: SPINNING LEG LARIAT OVER THE TOP ROPE! BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP AND OUT! VALENTINE LANDS KNEELING, BUT MARTINEZ LANDS FLAT ON HIS FACE! [The crowd is going now! "M! J! V! *pause* M! J! V!", the chant goes, and Madison hops back up on the apron. He's dizzy and obviously in a lot of pain, but he takes a moment to cast a dazed glance out at the fans to soak in the adulation before taking to the turnbuckles again!] LVK: VALENTINE'S TRYING TO HIT THE HOME RUN! HE HAS TO DO SERIOUS DAMAGE! RP: It's a lumberjack match! He can't do this! The lumberjacks have to throw Martinez in! [To their credit, they try. Both Wild Cards and both Taylors grab Martinez, but a big wild haymaker scatters them. The blow connects with Jack Baldwin, who is nearly Martinez's size, and staggers him a bit. Martinez howls at the lumberjacks in defiance, and turns to face Valentine with bile in his eyes. Defiantly, Martinez faces down his opponent, daring him to jump. To the surprise of many, Valentine does not hesitate to do just that!] RP: HOLY... IS HE NUTS?! [The chant begins anew, as the fans cheer Valentine's daring attack!] LVK: VALENTINE WITH A FLYING ELBOW OFF THE TOP TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO MARTINEZ! MARTINEZ TRIED TO CATCH HIM COMING IN, BUT VALENTINE CONNECTED FIRST! MADISON J. VALENTINE FACED DOWN THE MONSTER, AND HE WENT RIGHT FOR HIM! RP: And if Martinez had caught him, he'd be in critical condition as we speak! LVK: True! The Cossacks set upon Valentine! Those big Russians just threw him OVER THE TOP ROPE into the ring! That was completely unneccessary! RP: Uh, hello? It's a freaking lumberjack match; that's their job! LVK: They tried to hurt him by throwing him over the top, instead of rolling him under as they're supposed to! They're going for Martinez now... Martinez shoves them away, and re-enters the ring himself! RP: Anyone who can shove both Cossacks off like that is stronger than anyone has a right to be, Van Keel. LVK: Valentine catches him with a knee to the face! Martinez is angry now, but that shot staggers him! Madison off the ropes... SILVER BULLET! [The hot crowd suddenly is hushed, as Martinez blocks the Silver Bullet superkick with one arm, winding the other arm back...] RP: NOPE! It's like Coors Light: the Silver Bullet won't slow you down! [NECK SNATCH POP!] LVK: BUT A FIREBOMB WILL! RP: SEE YA... NO WAY! [* W H A C K ! *] LVK: ENZUIGIRI COUNTER! AND IT DROPPED HIM! VALENTINE DROPPED MARTINEZ! HE'S GOT A CHANCE! RP: THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE! LVK: VALENTINE GOING UP TOP ONE MORE TIME! AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING FOR... [The crowd is on their feet, and they erupt... ...flashbulbs popping... ... ...well, come on, you knew time was going to stretch out like this; must be those damn flashbulbs... ...and Valentine comes down hard with his finishing move!] LVK: __AIR VALENTINE__! RP: __MARTINEZ MOVED__! [Oh, forgot to mention that. The crowd awwwwws, as Valentine's spectacular senton bomb hits bare canvas, and wipes him out!] LVK: VALENTINE WENT FOR THE RIVER CITY TITLE RIGHT THERE, BUT ENDED UP WITH NOTHING! RP: In about thirty seconds, that sentence will accurately describe Valentine's life for the past four months. LVK: Martinez staggers up, and he's angry! Valentine gets up as well, but too late... Martinez has already rushed him! BIG BOOT... MISSED! RP: NO! Alex's left leg went right over the rope! He's caught up in the ropes! LVK: Valentine dodged that kick... AND DUMPS MARTINEZ OVER THE TOP RIGHT ONTO HIS BACK! With his leg hung up like that, it didn't take much to send the rest of him over and out! RP: Valentine's trying to catch a breather, but Martinez is already up... and he's pissed! I mean more than usual, Van Keel! LVK: The Taylors over to get him in... he shoves them off! Now Corey Hart in... Jeff Kujawa... the Wild Cards... Martinez shoves them away! NOW THEY'RE ALL ON HIM! RP: There's nine guys on Martinez now... he can't fight off all of... [HUGE POP!] RP: ...them? LVK: MARTINEZ JUST THREW NINE MEN OFF OF HIM LIKE KING KONG BATTING AWAY HELICOPTERS! And now he's enraged! RP: Aw, man, he's Danny Chayne mad now. LVK: MARTINEZ HAS A CHAIR! The lumberjacks were supposed to keep this from happening, but it looks like nothing can stop him! Martinez swings at Rick Marley, who dodged just in time to keep his head in one piece! Now Martinez is turning to re-enter the... VALENTINE!! [MASSIVE POP!] RP: THAT LEMMING JUST SLID OUT AND SILVER BULLETED THE CHAIR RIGHT AT MARTINEZ! IT BOUNCED OFF OF HIS HEAD! LVK: It didn't connect solidly, but that stunned the big guy! CHOP BLOCK BY VALENTINE TAKES HIM DOWN! And now Landis knees him in the back and Greene throws him in! THAT WAS AN ATTACK! RP: That was an accident! Landis and Greene are working together to be effective lumberjacks, and they're doing just that. Look, it takes nine guys to put Martinez in after he gets a steel chair kicked into his face! LVK: The chair bounced into the ring after hitting Martinez's head... James Hunnicutt needs to remove it! It's going to end up being a factor if it stays in there! RP: Heaven forbid someone in a wrestling match uses a steel chair. LVK: Valentine goes upstairs, and Martinez gets up... I think Madison went to the well once too often! Martinez steps up onto the second rope! [NECK SNATCH POP!] RP: IF HE FIREBOMBS HIM OFF THE TOP, HE'LL KILL HIM! ...that would rule! LVK: VALENTINE KICKS HIM DOWN! Madison pushed out with both feet and Martinez fell! AND HE'S IN POSITION! VALENTINE HAS A SECOND CHANCE! [Once again, the fans stand as one, as Madison J. Valentine soars through the air... ... ...flashbulbs popping... ... ...you'd think these people would run out of film some time... ... ...and he lands hard with his finishing move!] LVK: __AIR VALENTINE__! RP: NNNOOOOOOOO! HE HIT IT! LVK: WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! ONE!! TWO!! THR... whoa! LVK: ALEX MARTINEZ JUST KICKED OUT, AND SENT VALENTINE ABOUT SIX FEET IN THE AIR DOING IT! RP: You've heard of the phrase "with authority", Van Keel? That's the picture you'll see in the wrestling cliche dictionary right next to it. Martinez's kickout just did as much damage as an actual move from anyone else on the roster. [Valentine sits up, horror and desperation mixing on his face as the monster begins to rise. His gaze shifts around the ring, and comes on the chair. It's right next to him. It would be so easy. The title would be his. Valentine grabs the chair. Hunnicutt moves over to stop him, but Valentine brushes him off.] LVK: Oh, no! Don't take the cheap way out now, Madison, not after all you've done! RP: After all he's done, he should know by now that this is the only way! He can't beat Alex Martinez without it! LVK: Madison's lining up the left knee... AND HE RAISES THE CHAIR! [The fans hush, as if upset at this shortcut. The relative silence is deafening, and Valentine hesitates. He looks up and around... then takes a long look at the chair in his hand. Disgusted with himself, Madison throws it away... the fans cheer his decision!] LVK: GOOD! Win it or lose it, but do it yourself! You can look yourself in the eye in the mirror tomorrow! [* W H A C K ! *] RP: ...and the first question you can ask is: "WHERE'D MY HEAD GO?!" LVK: MARTINEZ WHEELED AROUND AND CLOTHESLINED THE HELL OUT OF VALENTINE! HE TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT! RP: That stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID loser! He had the River City Title in his hands, Van Keel! IN HIS HANDS! And he threw it away for nothing! LVK: If he had won it that way, it would have been meaningless! RP: MEANINGLESS?! Number one contendership and an extra ten grand per paycheck meaningless?! I wish my life was that meaningless! LVK: Martinez picks up Valentine... crosses his arms... OH, NO! [The crowd reacts loudly as Martinez crosses Valentine's arms under his body, and powerbombs him with them!] RP: _OCEAN BOMB_! GOODBYE, PUNKHEAD! LVK: Martinez hasn't used that one in ages! He used to call it the Knight's End, and it may be the night's end for Valentine, because he's pressing it for a pin! ONE!! TWO!! THR... no! LVK: VALENTINE KICKS OUT! Martinez thought he had it, but the match continues! Martinez now shoving around James Hunnicutt! He's still irate from the lumberjacks pushing him about, and Valentine's tenacity is making him more so! RP: It doesn't take much to set the champ off, Van Keel. I've seen him Firebomb the catering table when they didn't have fajitas that one time. LVK: Alex picks up Valentine... GORILLA PRESS! Martinez pressing Valentine with ease... AND DROPS HIM NECK FIRST ON THE TOP ROPE! Valentine's head snaps back, and into a clothesline to the back of the head by Martinez! Vicious combo! RP: Em Jiggy Vee is getting bounced like a Superball. LVK: Martinez sets him up, and hooks Valentine from behind... HOLY! RP: SWEET CHRISTMAS, WHAT WAS THAT?! [The crowd starts a "HOLY $#!T" chant, as Alex Martinez launches Valentine into a Power Hoist... into the turnbuckles! Madison's sternum hits the top turnbuckle, and the rest of him just keeps going! He flies head over heels to the concrete floor, landing in a heap!] LVK: FOR ALL THAT LIVES AND BREATHES, ALEX MARTINEZ JUST DESTROYED MADISON J. VALENTINE! RP: I think he might have been better off with a Firebomb, Van Keel! That was just plain horrible! LVK: Jeff Kujawa throws him back in, and Valentine is unconscious! Martinez covers... ONE!! TWO!! THR... wha??? [MONSTROUS CROWD POP!] LVK: HE KICKED OUT! RP: IMPOSSIBLE! LVK: MARTINEZ CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! BUT VALENTINE KICKED OUT! RP: ALEX MARTINEZ IS GOING NUTS! [NECK SNATCH POP!] LVK: HE'S GOING TO FIREBOMB HUNNICUTT! MY GOD, THAT WOULD KILL HIM! RP: Aw, no... the Wild Cards, Hart, Marley, the Taylors, and the HiLites just jumped in! They're pulling Hunnicutt away! LVK: Martinez is glowering at them all... I don't like that look in his eyes! But he's turning to face Valentine... and I think he's putting his anger and aggression back where it's supposed to be! RP: Valentine's still down, and let's face it. When Alex Martinez hits you, you stay hit. LVK: Martinez picks up Valentine, and he's hooked him in vertical suplex position. NOW what?! RP: Now he should go for the Firebomb, but I think he's trying to make a point now! LVK: Martinez has him upside down in the air... drops him on the ropes... SLINGSHOT SUP... WHAT THE HECK?! [* W H A M ! *] [The crowd again strongly reacts, as Martinez bounces Valentine up with a slingshot, pivots, swivels him down, and Uranages him into the mat very, very hard.] RP: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT VALENTINE'S GOT TO BE FINISHED NOW! LVK: Martinez covers! ONE!! TWO!! THR... oh, no he didn't! [UNEARTHLY CROWD POP!] LVK: HE KICKED OUT AGAIN! RP: THAT WAS THREE! LVK: VALENTINE POPPED A SHOULDER! RP: THAT WAS THREE, VAN KEEL! [Alex Martinez stands up, raising his arm in victory... until he sees James Hunnicutt's arm raised with two fingers in the air. His eyes bug out of his head, and the raised arm turns into a windup!] LVK: Martinez is enraged that... HEY! IT'S NOT _HIS_ FAULT! [NECK SNATCH POP!] RP: YES, IT IS! Valentine popped the shoulder after three! LVK: The lumberjacks are stopping this again! The Wild Cards, Hart, Marley, the Taylors, and the HiLites are again preventing Martinez from... OH, NO! [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] RP: ALEX MARTINEZ JUST FIREBOMBED COREY HART! AND I THINK THERE'S MORE 'A-COMIN'! LVK: James Hunnicutt just got knocked on his face, as Hart was holding onto him! The lumberjacks trying to restrain Martinez... AND HE'S FIGHTING THEM ALL! RP: The rest of the lumberjacks just came in... WE HAVE A BATTLE ROYALE! LVK: THE COSSACKS AND THE WILD CARDS ARE HAVING AT IT, COLBY GREENE AND TOM LANDIS ARE FIGHTING THE TAYLORS, JEFF KUJAWA IS FIGHTING RICK MARLEY, AND THE HILITE EXPRESS IS DOUBLETEAMING ALEX MARTINEZ! RP: This always happens in lumberjack matches! Always! Is anyone surprised? Anyone at all? LVK: Double dropkick by the HiLites staggers Martinez! Corazon Moreno drops down, and El Fuego Mascara springboards off of his partner into a flying... [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] RP: ...FIREBOMB! LVK: Moreno gets up, sees that, and he dives at Martinez! RP: Yep, like I said... total idiot! [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] LVK: MARTINEZ JUST DESTROYED BOTH HILITE EXPRESS MEMBERS! The Wild Cards just threw both Cossacks out over the top rope, and they rush Martinez... DOUBLE GUZZLE DROPS THE CHAMPION! RP: Hey! Those punkheads can't get away with that! LVK: Trevianski and Ivanovich grab Baldwin's legs, and pull him out... Judd Marley doesn't see it! Marley's motioning for another doubleteam move, but he's alone! RP: They call him "The Gambler", but I think he's flat out of luck! LVK: Judd turns... he sees that Baldwin's being double-teamed on the floor, but it's too late! [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] RP: FIREBOMB ON JUDD MARLEY! Awww, look, his widdle brother's mad now! LVK: RICK MARLEY BLASTS ALEX MARTINEZ WITH THE CASTING CALL! His superkick sent Martinez into the corner... and now "Showtime" is checking on his brother! RP: Ten out of ten for compassion and familial loyalty, but negative five for brains. LVK: Martinez is already back! [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] LVK: RICK MARLEY IS FLATTENED NOW! ALEX MARTINEZ IS STILL ENRAGED, AND HE'S TEARING THROUGH EVERYONE! RP: Ha ha... look at Tom Landis beating down Rick Marley now that Alex Martinez has laid him out! See, now that's an example of working smarter, not harder. [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] RP: ...I stand corrected, Mr. Martinez, sir. LVK: MARTINEZ DEVASTATES LANDIS WITH A FIREBOMB! HE'S CLEANING HOUSE! EVERYONE THAT GETS NEAR HIM IS GETTING ANNIHILATED! RP: Uh, oh... Jeff Kujawa's going to try him! He's picked up that chair that was in the ring, and is sneaking up behind Martinez! [* B L A M M! *] LVK: KUJAWA BLASTED MARTINEZ WITH THE CHAIR... [NO-SELL POP!] LVK: ...AND ALL IT DID WAS MADE MARTINEZ ANGRIER! [NECK SNATCH... * B O O M ! *] RP: KUJAWA CRASHES AND BUUURRRRRNNNS... AND MARTINEZ NOW HAS THE CHAIR! LVK: The other lumberjacks have cleared the ring, because noone wants to go toe-to-toe with the Last American Badass in this mental state! Least of all when he's wielding a steel chair! Martinez is surrounded by bodies, and he's looking for someone to... RP: VALENTINE! [Once again, Madison J. Valentine flies through the air, this time coming from seemingly out of nowhere... ... ...and this time, noone has time to take pictures.] [* B L A M M! *] RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY! LVK: MISSILE DROPKICK PLANTED THAT STEEL CHAIR INTO MARTINEZ'S FACE!! MARTINEZ FALLS! VALENTINE GRABS HIS LEGS AND CRADLES HIM... HUNNICUTT IS THERE! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!! RP: NO NO NO NO... [*DING*DING*DING*] RP: ...NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!! [The fans go berserk! Martinez powers out a fraction of a second too late, and in doing so, sends Valentine flopping away and outside the ring!] LVK: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! MADISON J. VALENTINE HAS DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE! HE'S PINNED ALEX MARTINEZ! RP: THERE WERE SIX OTHER GUYS IN THE RING, AND A STEEL CHAIR! HOW DARE HUNNICUTT MAKE THAT COUNT?! [Martinez gets up, a look on his face consisting of equal parts rage, shock, and suspicion. He's not sure that he just heard the bell... but the official announcement makes him sure, dissolving the shock and suspicion from his face.] DS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... ... AND _____N E W______ RIVER CITY CHAMPION... ...M A D I S O N J. V A L E N T I N E ! ! ! # Holy Calamity! Scream Insanity! # [Madison J. Valentine, standing only because the ring railing and the front row fans are supporting him, is handed the River City Championship Belt. He's still semi-conscious, but the first hints of joy begin to creep across his face as he realizes that he's won. Martinez, conversely, slowly turns his head to look at James Hunnicutt. If looks could kill, Hunnicutt would die now. And since Martinez's ways of killing people require physical contact, Hunnicutt judiciously runs for it, escaping just in time to avoid an early retirement.] LVK: Alex Martinez's reign as River City Champion is over! He looked unstoppable... STILL looks unstoppable... but Valentine held him down for three seconds, and that's all it takes! RP: This is the most bogus crap I've ever seen! There were six other men in the ring... LVK: ...all laid out, and thus irrelevant... RP: ...a steel chair... LVK: ...which Hunnicutt never saw used, since Martinez knocked him down when he Firebombed Corey Hart... RP: ...and Valentine was pinned five minutes ago anyway! I promise you, Van Keel... everyone in RCW is going to wish this never, ever happened. You think Martinez is uncontrollable NOW? Just wait... that man is going to kill someone some day. LVK: Alex Martinez throwing a fit in center ring, as Valentine is practically being helped out of the arena! But he's the new River City Champion, and he's earned it! [Fade out.] [The camera fades up with the obligatory "Glory" banner, only it's not just the banner. The word "Glory" has been painted over, still visible, with "CCCP" now the dominant lettering on the banner. Below the banner, with his arms crossed across his chest stands Pet Ivanovich, looking down at the seated Cossacks, Vasili and Nickolai.] Petr: Glory...the chance for men to claim their "gold"...to claim their belts... To claim petty little prizes unworthy of the true battle they have to face. [Petr slowly pauses.] Petr: These...so called men....will enter into a ring with four corners and three ropes connecting it all together with one thought on their minds...a pair of belts. Belts...belts that are meaningless...like a land title passed down from generation to generation without actually earning it. Two of the...how they say...best of all time will glare at you two. They will look deep into your eyes and attempt to expose your soul in order to take it...and take the worthless belts they covet so very much. The Outlaws...cowboys...John Wayne...men with guns and...how you say...cheesy movie lines...fossil's from a time once considered to be the "golden age" of this business. Epitome of Cool...cool...a fad, a trend...something that passes with time...much as if they had... And the rest...Wild Cards... Quarry something or other... [Petr takes a long pause.] Petr: It doesn't really matter, does it gentlemen? [Petr lowers his head, shaking it from side to side before he raises it again.] Petr: Because they'll attempt to show you the difference between a wristlock and a wrist watch, while you'll show them what world class superior athletes can do. They'll attempt to show you the determination...and how you say..."grit" that it supposedly takes to win a championship, and you'll show them the unrelenting violence that it takes to win a fight. They'll attempt to show you what heart and hope can do in a battle...and you'll show them what hate and disdain can do in a war. Gentlemen... Tonight is the night. Tonight is the night we make a stand for what we believe...for mother Russia...for a time in which we ruled the world with an iron fist and time in which the sheer mention of us scared women and children into the embrace of their dispicable American husbands and fathers. Tonight is the night we no longer care about proving a point...tonight...tonight's the night we let the world know what we do... You two are animals. [Petr squats down, looking Vasili and Nickolai directly into their eyes.] Petr: You two are the epitome of what people once feared. You two are the epitome of the dominance that _we_ once showed the world each and every chance we could. You two...are the definition of machines. Heartless, soulless, hate filled, violence seeking machines that like nothing more then to hear the sound of a breaking bone and the empty last gasp of air from another man's body. You two don't care about personal vendetta's, liquor filled questions about "who's the best of all time?" or about two straps with shiny gold plates in the middle... You just want to hurt...and inflct pain... At any cost...by any means necessary. [Petr slowly rises to his feet.] Petr: You enter tonight a mere side story against the...how you say...holy war...between The Outlaws and the Epitome of Cool. You're not discussed around the water cooler. You're not picked as a favorite to win this meaningless little battle. You'll see no signs in the crowd from die hard "fans"...nor will you see any merchandise worn by brainwashed children in the front row. No one will cheer the sight of you entering the arena, and no one will shower you with praise from the anniouncers table... And that's precisely what you wanted. You want people to hate you, don't you? You want them to despise you...to wish you get carted off on a stretcher...because that's what you feed off of, isn't it? It's that little burning sensation you get...how you say...deep down in your soul. It's the...battery that winds your clocks... [Nickolai and Vasili finally begin to show emotion...maybe for the first time, their faces contorting into a mix of excitement and anger...] Petr: It's what will drive you to ignore the pain and punishment that you will have tonight. Because the pain you will feel in that ring will be nothing compared to the embarassment you will have thrown at you if you fail tonight. The punishment you will recieve tonight will pale in comparison to the shame and sorrow you will feel if you leave tonight as pathetic soldiers, cowering away from a war they couldn't win. And you know this... And because you know this... You will not fail _me_... You will not fail _each other_... [Petr stands up and turns around to the Glory banner with "CCCP" written over it...] Petr: And you will _not_ fail Mother Russia. [Fade, with Nickolai and Vasili standing up glaring at the banner...] [Fade back to Larry and Rick.] LVK: That was the Cossacks, the Russian tagteam that has really taken RCW by storm in recent times, with their own particular brand of Soviet brutality. RP: No matter what language you speak Van Keel, crushin' skulls and breakin' bones means the same thing everywhere in the world. And those two brutes love doing it. LVK: Speaking of broken bones, earlier tonight we saw the... well... the downright _evil_ attacks on Dan Thomas and ELK by The Outlaws. RP: Evil? It was fan-damn-tastic! [Larry shakes his head before continuing.] LVK: The Outlaws, who you'll remember are making their in-ring return here tonight, after being split up for several years, have shown everyone exactly what they're all about. And that's employing nefarious methods... waiting until the Epitome of Cool were separated and then attacking... frankly, the kind of thing you'd expect from a pair of gutless _dogs_. Dan Thomas has gone to the hospital... ELK has gone to the hospital... Andrew Sterling finds himself a man _very_ alone... let's hear what he has to say about all of this.] [Fade out.] [Andrew is in the locker room area. He's seated on a bench, face in his hands. His hands and arms are visibly shaking. He looks up to the camera, his chest rising and lowering with deep breaths. Anger is evident everywere in his body language.] AS: You hit my wife. You hit my two best friends. [Andrew shakes his head, grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw.] AS: Divide and conquer. I know the game. I've used it so many times in the past with Eddie. I was too dumb and blind to see it coming. So now? Now I have to go it alone tonight. Dan won't be at my side. EL won't be at ringside. Jessie won't be at ringside. [Another shake of his head.] AS: Jessie and EL aren't even wrestlers. They don't do this regularly. Yet, Brent Maverick and Doc Holliday felt the need to go ahead and eliminate them from the equation. [He forces a very hollow laugh.] AS: Everyone tells me what happened to Jessie was an accident. Know what? I don't buy that now. Not with what happened to Dan and EL. This was all pre-meditated. Doc? I damn well know you were behind all of this. [He pauses for a moment, grinding his teeth again.] AS: You took one comment the wrong way. I can't help it if you're insecure to actually think your accomplishments aren't worth merit. You engineered this whole thing. You just _hoped_ Brent would get involved. Unfortunately, he had to stick his nose in and blow everything out of proportion. It's a sick man that will put his wife in harm's way to justify coming back to the ring with his partner. You hear me, Brent? This isn't just about hitting Jessie anymore. This is about Jessie. This is about Dan. This is about EL. It isn't just you, Brent, that's going to lucky if he's wearing a halo for the next six months. Doc will be damn lucky if he's able to walk. [Another pause. A clenched jaw.] AS: For seven years, I always called direction with this team. Dan never disagreed and followed whatever I wanted to do. Even when we had our argument six and a half years ago. Dan fell in line and put his interests below what _I_ wanted to do. I wanted to do nothing but have fun and the expense of everyone. I wanted to entertain the crowd and fans. [He shakes his head.] AS: As much as Dan disagreed and felt we needed to focus and drive ourselves to the top, he didn't complain. He towed the line. He watched as people called me the heart and soul of the Epitome of Cool. He watched and never said a word. He continued to back me up and follow whatever direction I laid out. [He shakes his head and closes his eyes.] AS: And the first time I really should've listened. The one time I was blinded by anger. Dan was trying to steer my in the right direction. Did I listen? No. I continued to do what I wanted to do. I got duped into thinking Jessie was calling in an emergency. [He opens his eyes.] AS: I blame you for the attack. I hold myself partially responsible for not being there. It cost me my two best friends tonight. [Andrew's lips curl into what can only be considered a dark smile.] AS: I won't not participate tonight. Anyone can tell me anything they want. I'll be in the Unholy War tonight. You know what's scary, boys? [He pauses as if he's waiting for an answer.] AS: All people have ever said is I don't take this seriously. I don't have the drive. I don't have the determination. I don't have that killer instinct. And with lacking all of those things? I still manage to set _two_ record world tag team title reigns. Some people call us _the_ greatest tag team in history. Others call us one of the greatest tag teams in history. People all agree I'm now a legend. [He pauses.] AS: Heh. [Andrew stands up.] AS: To think, if I'm a legend and lack all of that stuff. What are they going to call me now that I have them? Guess we'll find out, boys. [Fade out.] LVK: Fans, what you are about to see is the crowning of new World Tag Team champions in one of the most unpredictable, insane and exciting matches I've ever witnessed. The Unholy War folks, and if you've never seen one all I can tell you is to buckle your seat belts. RP: In the back, the eight participating teams picked numbers from 1 to 8, which will dictate their order of entrance. The first four teams will start out, and when the first one is eliminated, team number five will come in. It will continue like that, with four teams in the ring at all times, until we run out of teams. LVK: The rules are pretty simple: Pins have to be in the rings, and managers can't be at ringside. Everything else, well... RP: It's anything goes, folks. LVK: Right. Now, to keep track of all the action we're going to be joined here at the announce position by Tommy Wyldside, who was on the pre-show and now makes his return to the booth. Tommy, welcome my friend. *click, click, static* TW: Thanks Larry, good to be back out here. Are you ready for this? RP: What the hell do you think, Wyldside? TW: What I thought! LVK: It's ring time, it's go time! Let's send it to Dave Stokes to get the anarchy underway! [Cross to David Stokes, with a bunch of index cards in hand.] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is the UNHOLY WAR FOR THE VACANT WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES! [MASSIVE POP!] DS: The rules are simple. Pins must be made in the ring. There are no countouts, no DQs. _Anything goes_. Early today the eight teams drew random numbers to determine their order of entrance. The first four teams will start in the ring and will continue on until there is a pinfall or submission, at which point the next team will come down to the ring! This will continue until seven teams are EEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED and the last team standing will be declared the NEW RCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! [POP!] RP: Come on, let's get it on! Let's go, Stokes! DS: Introducing the team that drew number one... [The opening drum beats of "Up In This Town" by Boy kick in over the PA system, then followed by the first guitar chords. As the guitar chords kick in, out from the back bursts the smaller member of The Taylor Twins, Jimmy Taylor. Jimmy wears a white T-shirt with "JIMMY" printed on it in big black lettering, brick red tights and white wrestling boots. He pumps his fists in time to the music. And as Jimmy steps down the wrestling ramp, his fraternaly twin brother Jack comes out from the entranceway. Jack wears a black wrestling singlet, matching kneepads and wrestling boots. He has a sheepish smile on his face.] DS: FROM ATLANTA, GEORGIA... WEIGHING IN AT AN EVEN FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS... JIMMY AND JACK... THE TAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYLOOOOOOOOOOOR TWIIIIIIIIIIIINS! [Jimmy struts down the aisle, gladly reaching out to slap hands with fans. Jack follows him, just smiling at the fans. As the two reach the ring, Jimmy climbs up the steps, then grabs the top rope and vaults over it, landing his feet on the second turnbuckle, then raising his arms to the crowd, once more pumping his fists to the music. Jack, on the other hand, slowly walks up the steps, ducks between the ropes, then steps back into the corner, taking a deep breath as he waits for the match to begin.] LVK: A _very_ daunting task for the young men from Atlanta, GA. But I tell you, Rick Perle, if they can manage to somehow survive the match and win the world titles, well, they won't be looked on as rookies anymore. RP: They'd be the men real quick. [Back to Stokes.] DS: THEIR OPPONENTS... [The arena lights go dark as a throaty female voice asks: "Are you ready to go wild?" As the PA system erupts with the opening guitar riff from "Wild Side" by Motley Crue. Two huge pillars of flame blaze to life on either side of the entrance way as three men appear. "The Gambler Judd Marley is a compactly built man with sandy blonde hair and is wearing a long legged purple and black singlet with white boots with a black stripe up the middle and a pair of dice showing snakeyes on the outside of each. He wears black elbow and knee pads and a knee brace on his right knee (worn under his tights). Black Jack Balwin is by far the largest of the three. He's wearing a long legged purple and black singlet with white boots with a black stripe up the middle and a pair of cards showing (Jack and Ace of Spades) on the outside of each. He wears black elbow and knee pads. The smallest of the men is "The Godfather" Vito Scapelli. He's an older gentleman of Italian descent and is wearing a black pin-striped three piece suit and is carrying a silver knobbed cane. He has silver streaked black hair and intense brown eyes that seem to bore out of his well tanned skin.] DS: FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA AND ALLENTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA RESPECTIVELY... WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 540 POUNDS... BLACK JACK BALDWIN AND "THE GAMBLER" JUDD MARLEY... THE WIIIIIILLLD CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!!! The three men make their way down to the ring with the wrestlers slapping hands with the fans in attendance and Scapelli bringing up the rear, gazing into the ring. As they reach their destination, Baldwin and Marley climb and mount the two near turnbuckles, then climb down to talk last minute strategy with Scapelli before bidding him farewell.] LVK: These men are the dark horses, in my opinion. They've been in these matches before, they know what it takes and they know how to prepare. They could walk away with all the gold tonight, guys. TW: The draw wasn't very good to them though. I'm not sure how much stamina and endurance a man as big as Black Jack Baldwin can have. [Back to Stokes.] DS: THEIR OPPONENTS... [The lights drop, replaced by a flashing white strobe that blinks in time to the opening grating strains of "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera. Projected down in center ring is the image of a playing card: the 21 of Spades. The crowd reacts with a MASSIVE HEEL POP as the ring announcer makes the call:] DS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, NOW COMING DOWN THE AISLE... AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO POUNDS... ...BRENT MAVERICK AND DOC HOLLIDAY... ...T H E O U T L A W S ! ! ! [As the ring announcer makes the call, The Outlaws burst right out from behind the curtain, as the fans continue to jeer lustily. Both men are clad in black dusters and 'cowboy' hats, with white leather gun belts (complete with guns) around their waists. They wear rust-red knee-length trunks with five playing cards running down each leg (four aces and the 21 of Spades, and reddish brown leather 'western' style boots with an engraved eagle motif along the front sides. Taking the lead is Brent Maverick, who storms directly towards the ring. Doc Holliday, limping a bit and using his mahogany hand-carved cane for support, follows behind, taking the time to interact with the fans on either side of the aisle. Holliday catches up to Maverick in time for both Outlaws to enter the ring in unison, Maverick going under the bottom rope and Holliday jumping over the top rope. The fans continue to voice their dislike as The Outlaws take center stage, going to opposite sides of the ring to play to the crowd. Maverick quickly goes to his corner, now focused entirely on the match, while Holliday continues to showboat and play to the crowd. The blinking strobe stops and the lights return to normal.] LVK: Here are two guys who managed to make a lot of enemies in a short time! Just a few weeks ago, we were all fawning over a reunited Outlaws, and in a matter of hours they have literally replused me! RP: Hell no, I like 'em. They knew Dan Thomas would be a problem, so they eliminated him. And now Sterling's gotta fight by himself, and, well... I definitely wouldn't wanna be him. TW: Their strategy, while not exactly real sportsman like, is pretty solid, I've got to admit. [Alright, one more time for Davey Boy.] ["Nothin' but a Good Time" by Poison starts to play, and sprinting out of the entranceway come the HiLite Express - El Fuego Mascara heading down the left side of the aisle, slapping hands with the fans, while Corazon Moreno does the same on the right side of the aisle.] DS: At a combined weight of 423 pounds... from St Louis, Missouri... EL FUEGO MASCARA! CORAZON MORENO! THE HILITE EXPREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!! [A good-sized face pop goes up as they slide into the ring, no doubt from long-time RCW fans in the crowd. The two masked wrestlers roll to their feet, and climb to the top of opposite corners, waving their arms and trying to get the crowd fired up. After a moment they hop down and get in their corner, waiting for the mayhem to start.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | Vacant World Tagteam Championship | \____________________________________________________________________/ _ _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ | | |\ | |__| | | | \_/ |__| | \| | | |__| |___ | _ _ _ ____ ____ | | | |__| |__/ |_|_| | | | \ ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Andy Doran | \____________________________________________________________________/ [DING DING DING] LVK: There's the bell! We are on the way to crowning NEW RCW Tag team champions! [The crowd goes BERZERK, letting out a roar of anticipation and excitement as all four teams stay in their corners for a moment, everyone looking pensive. The first one to make a move is Black Jack Baldwin, who races across the ring and PASTES Jack Taylor with a right hand! MEGA POP! Judd Marley and Jimmy Taylor follow suit, racing into the fisticuffs as the Outlaws take a smarter route.] RP: The Outlaws are smart, Wyldside, they just got the hell out of dodge. LVK: Doc Holliday and Brent Maverick just slid outside, letting the other teams put some wear and tear on each other! TW: They forgot someone though! [Indeed, as Doc and Brent talk strategy for a second, they happen to take their eyes off of El Fuego Mascara and Corazen Moreno, who each bounce off the far ropes and LAUNCH themselves over the top, landing on the reunited Outlaws with stereo suicide dives! HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: THE YOUNGSTERS PULL ONE OVER EARLY ON THE OUTLAWS! CORAZON MORENO AND EL FUEGO MASCARA LAYING INTO THE OUTLAWS ON THE OUTSIDE, AND LOOK AT THE KIDS GO! [As the HiLite Express pound away on the Outlaws, inside the ring "The Gambler" Judd Marley grabs Jimmy Taylor in a rear waistlock, to have it reversed with a standing switch by the smaller Taylor brother. From behind, Black Jack Baldwin headbutts Jimmy in the back of the neck, allowing Marley to snapmare him over.] "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" TW: Big lunging clothesline by Jack Taylor, and that forces Jack Baldwin into the corner! Jack Taylor is in the other corner now, plotting his next move... Marley charges him! [As Judd starts to run, Jimmy Taylor ducks down to get out of the way... and conveniently makes himself into a stepping stool for Marley, who steps off the back of the Smaller Taylor and springs into the air with an avalanche onto the chest of Jack Taylor! POP! Taylor stumbles out and gets clipped by Marley, who then gets out of the way for an oncoming Jack Baldwin.] RP: Nice move by Judd Marley- OHHH! Seven foot mafia kick by Jack Baldwin to the mug of Jimmy Taylor, and the Wild Cards' experience is showing so far in this match. TW: So far so good for the Wild Cards, who have been in an Unholy War before and know the key to surviving. LVK: Judd Marley throws Jimmy Taylor over the ropes as Baldwin now, off the far ropes... ohhh, right into a big powerslam by Jack Taylor! Great power by Jack Taylor, who now clubs Judd Marley with a forearm to the neck! [As Marley reacts to the blow, Jimmy Taylor pops onto the apron and looks at his brother. The Bigger Taylor nods and lifts Marley onto his shoulders just as Lil' Taylor ascends to the top rope and steadies himself. The crowd buzzes for the first high risk of the impending car wreck of a match... and Jimmy Taylor dives off the top rope with a clothesline... that Judd Marley dodges, bending down and tucking his head into a Victory Roll! MEGA POP!] LVK: INGENIUS COUNTER BY JUDD MARLEY, AND WE'VE GOT OUR FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY JACK TAYLOR! [Both men pop to their feet as soon as Jack kicks out, and watch as Jimmy Taylor, who landed on his feet plants a picture perfect dropkick to the mush of Black Jack Baldwin.] LVK: Jimmy whips Baldwin to the far ropes and drops to the mat, Baldwin races over- and runs right into a Jack Taylor clothesline! [POP!] RP: But doesn't budge! Taylor couldn't move the monster Baldwin! [The Bigger Taylor Brother's eyebrows go up as the Bald, uh, Baldwin says something to him and then they both take off in a flurry of right hands as the crowd roars once again!] TW: Here we go, another donnybrook in the middle of the ring! LVK: Right hand by Baldwin, returned by Taylor! Right hand to the cheek, left to the gut by Taylor. Another left, know a kneelift by the powerhouse Jack Taylor- "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" RP: There he is! There's Doc! LVK: Holliday takes the knee out from under Jack Taylor as Brent Maverick takes care of business on the outside! TW: Doc may be all about subtlety and trickerations, but Brent Maverick is straight ahead, tank in Tianeman Square style. RP: Trickerations? TW: It's a word! [Brent handles his business on the outside, plastering Corazen Moreno with a right hand and kicking El Fuego Mascaro in the gut. Another boot, and Brent launches EFM into the nearest ring post, then runs over Corazen with a clothesline. Grabbing El Fuego, he turns and hurls the masked man into the ring, following in behind him.] LVK: Maverick back to his feet, and he whips El Fuego Mascaro- "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" TW: Uh oh! RP: Right into Black Jack Baldwin! Take 'em downtown, Jack! [Right, like he needed to be told. Almost comically easy, Baldwin lifts the luchadore up with one arm, holds him in the air... and then drills him with a monster chokeslam! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!"] RP: APPLESAUCE, BITCH! LVK: _Huge_ chokeslam by Black Jack Baldwin, and now Judd Marley suplexes Corazen Moreno back into the ring and picks him right back up! Irish whip to the corner- "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: Good God! Moreno fell on his ass after hitting the buckle, and Marley drilled a running knee to the face as soon as he hit the ground! TW: That's called Going Bust, Larry. RP: Marley just about busted his nose! "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: Oh! Doc Holliday just about knocked out Jimmy Taylor with that patented left hand of his, and now he and Jack Baldwin- are getting right into it! [Doc and Jack, old adversaries from back in the day, renew acquaintances quickly. Baldwin bounces a forearm off Doc's head and then an elbow to the back of the neck, as Doc deposits a left to the gut and a right to the jaw. Another right from Holliday is blocked by Baldwin, who returns fore with a kneelift to the breadbasket that doubles the Good Doctah over. Baldwin then begins to drop to one knee, thrusting out a fist aimed for the Doc's nards while Holliday himself lashes out with a kick, both men getting struck in the sensitive parts at the same time!] RP: Oh my God, I hope Gina was distributing cups in the back. TW: I think she was distributing cup checks, if you know what I mean Rick. RP: Subtlety is lost on me, Wyldside. LVK: There's a shock! Doc Holliday now, doubled over from the Thunder Down Under and Corazan Moreno is back to his feet on the apron. He springs to the top... guillotine legdrop floors the Doc! [Let us not forget Baldwin, who is on his knees from the kick to Jack and The Kids... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"] TW: Seated dropkick to the face of Black Jack Baldwin by El Fuego Mascaro! Jesus, that sounded like a shot! LVK: Brent Maverick, he rushes at Jack Taylor... backdrop out of the ring, but Maverick landed on the apron! Taylor turns around, and Mav snaps his neck on the top rope! [Once he hits the floor, Brent reaches in and trips the Bigger Taylor, dragging him out of the ring and laying into him with right hands just as Doc Holliday recovers... and smashes Judd Marley in the nuts with a forearm! HEEL POP! But with the Gambler bent over tending to himself, El Fuego Mascaro bounds into action, sprinting across the ring and jumping on Judd Marley's back... springboarding off and flipping into the air, then crashing down onto the brawling Maverick and Taylor! HIGHSPOT POP!] TW: _Another_ somersault plancha by El Feugo Mascaro! LVK: Jimmy Taylor's back up on the apron, now he springs to the top rope... double flying clothesline takes down Doc and Jack Baldwin! The high flyers are taking over! [Not to be outdone, Corazen Moreno jumps to the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick to the back of Judd Marley's head, propelling him up and over the top rope! POP!] LVK: Jesus God, there's people flying all over the place right here in the ring! Jimmy Taylor is back on his feet and so is Doc Holliday, who Taylor has hooked... for a snap suplex, nicely done! Both men up, Doc goes for the ride, running knee lift by Ji- DOC ROLLS THROUGH INTO A ROLLUP! HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY JIMMY TAYLOR! [POP!] TW: Holliday nearly stole a pinfall right there! Jimmy Taylor was almost caught offguard! LVK: Doc springs to his feet and darts off the far rope, off the other side- [HUGE POP!] LVK: HE RAN RIGHT INTO JACK TAYLOR! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!" RP: SPINEBUSTER BY JACK TAYLOR! DOC HOLLIDAY IS NOW OFFICIALLY ON THE MENU AT IHOP! LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY THE DOC! [HEEL POP! As Doc crawls to his feet, Corazen Moreno continues to work on Black Jack Baldwin in the corner, rifling rights and lefts to his massive torso with more than a modicum of success. To add to the effects, El Fuego Mascaro climbs up the turnbuckles behind Baldwin and throws himself onto him, putting him in a chokehold as Corazen continues the onslaught!] LVK: Brutal double teaming from the HiLite Express, and it's all as legal as headlock in this match! Repeated boots to the gut by Moreno and he brings Baldwin out, with El Fuego Mascaro still on his back! This is nuts! Whip to the farside, reversed by Baldwin- TW: Get the hell out of here. LVK: _Big boot_ to Corazen Moreno, with EFM still on Baldwin's back! [One little piggy incapacitated for the moment, Black Jack reaches back with two hands and _hurls_ El Fuego Mascaro two feet in front of him, then takes a few deep breathes of sweet, sweet oxygen. He then takes a running start and drops a sharp knee to the face of EFM, as Corazen Moreno gets to his feet... ...and then gets taken out.] RP: SPPPEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR! ["THE SPEAR, THE SPEAR, TONY IT'S THE SPEAR" POP!] LVK: JACK TAYLOR HAS BROKEN CORAZEN MORENO IN HALF, NOW THE OUTLAWS ARE BACK IN THE RING! Double boot to Black Jack Baldwin! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!" LVK: Double DDT on Baldwin! Jack Taylor's got Moreno in a standing headscissors, Jimmy Taylor's on the top rope... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!" [FINISHER POP!] TW: TAYLOR MADE! MORENO'S DONE FOR! COVER! LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] DS: THE HILITE EXPRESS HAS BEEN EEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 7:01. LVK: Well, one team down, six more to go on our way to crowning new tag team champs, and quickly before the next team comes out, let's get your quick impressions, guys. RP: The Outlaws and Wild Cards are showing their experience. They stay close to each other, double team at every opportunity. They definitely had a strategy coming in tonight. TW: Two quick things. One: Judd Marley has been beaten around pretty good here tonight, and Two: Jack Taylor is proving to be a one man wrecking crew in the ring so far. LVK: Alright, here comes team number five... Crowd: FIVE!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!" [The crowd swells in anticipation, and all of a sudden the Fleet Center is plunged into total darkness.] LVK: Well I guess we're finally going to learn the identities of the mystery team here in the Unholy War match. RP: My money's on a reunited Damage Inc. LVK: Sssh, wanna get sued? We've heard more than a dozen names thrown around since this match was announced, from the Fraternity Boys to the Prophets of Rage. So who is it? [From darkness the building is suddenly lit up with STROBE LIGHTS~! And now a woman starts to moan... she moans... she moans... Oh hell yes, she is gonna blow... and as she does, the lights blink faster and faster, speeding up as she gets closer and closer to culmination... And then the classic song by the Divinyls, "I Touch Myself", kicks in and as the lights return to normal out walks a pair of men dressed in matching full length purple tights with various white marking lines across them. Each has a logo across the seat of the tights, the letters "NFC". One of the two men wears a vest, the other a large gold chain around his neck.] LVK: Well, we were wrong. It's worse. It's much, much worse. RP: Who are these guys? # I love myself I want you to love me # # When I feel down I want you above me # # I search myself I want you to find me # # I forget myself I want you to remind me # DS: At a total combined weight of 444 pounds, the team of "Slick" Ricky Reno... "Romeo" Matt Richards... NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO FAAAAAAAAAAAAT CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKSSSSSSSS! [The RCW newcomers take their time soaking in the audience reaction, which is a mix of jeers and "what the hell are they?" pops. One of the two, the one with "Romeo" written across the waist of his tights, obviously Matt Richards, goes over to a group of four young women by the guardrail and allows them to rub their hands down his oiled up chest. The other, Ricky Reno judging by "Slick Rick" written on his waistband, scans the crowd for a particularly busty female fan of his own and holds out his hand as she slips through the crowd to the front of the rail and Reno allows her to give him a peck on the cheek.] LVK: Plants, obviously. RP: These guys are fantastic! What'd they get announced as, No Fat Chicks? That's brilliant! # I don't want anybody else # # When I think about you I touch myself # # Ooh I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no # LVK: Yeah, and are they ever going to get to the ring for the match? RP: If you had fans like these guys obviously do, would you want to get in there with a bunch of sweaty guys? [The Wild Cards have had about enough. Marley and Baldwin storm out of the ring and into the aisle, then hurl the two NFC'ers into the ring, but when they come up? They come up a-fightin'!] TW: Who the hell are these guys? LVK: "Slick" Ricky Reno and "Romeo" Matt Richards! These guys have been all around the world and have fought the very best! Here we go now, No Fat Chicks on the attack! Right hands for everyone, the tempo has picked up again! TW: Who the hell are these guys?!?! [With NFC on the attack the pace quickens and everyone begins to brawl again. Black Jack Baldwin trades right hands with Brent Maverick, Doc Holliday gets chopped by Jack Taylor, Reno and Richards trade fists with Judd Marley and Jimmy Taylor. Taylor gets a boot from each guy and then a pair of fists to the head, knocking him off course for a moment. Marley takes the opportunity to rush the NFC, but they duck the attempted clothesline and coil themselves for when he turns around... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!"] [NICE MOVE POP!] LVK: Holy cow! Total Elimination from No Fat Chicks, and Judd Marley got flipped like a bad penny! Reno and Richards takes a moment to pose- RP: Bad move dudes, come on now! TW: Uh oh! [HEEL POP!] LVK: AND TURNS RIGHT INTO THE HANGMAN'S SUPLEX FROM BRENT MAVERICK! RP: He got dropped right on his skull by Mav, that hurt _my_ neck! ["Romeo" Matt Richards has no idea of the fate befallen his partner and continues to flex his pecs, until he's picked up rather easily by Jack Taylor in a sidewalk slam. Big Jack holds him there for a moment and then spins before sitting down with the slam... just as Lil' Jimmy comes over and drops a leg across the throat of Romeo as he falls! OLD SK00L~! TAG TEAM POP!] TW: That's a tried and true tag team move right there, Rick Perle. RP: Now he's gotta kick the body! Get rid of the Smokin' Gun! [HUGE POP!] LVK: Black Jack Baldwin has Brent Maverick now and chickenwings those arms. What could he be going for, perhaps a sambo suplex? [Not bloody likely, sunshine. Black Jack keeps it simple, trapping the arms and then going to town with his infamously hard head... "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAACK!" ...bloodying the nose of Brent Maverick and tossing him aside like last night's trash, turning around and decking his partner!] LVK: Jack Baldwin is on the warpath! Another right hand to Doc Holliday, and Baldwin picks him up... BENCH PRESSING HIM OVER HIS HEAD, AND THROWING THE OUTLAW OUT OF THE RING AND ONTO THE FLOOR! Here's Jimmy Taylor- boot to the gut! Vertical headscissors from Black Jack Baldwin... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!" TW: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB FROM BLACK JACK BALDWIN! HE CALLS THAT THE PAINFUL MOVE, AND DEAR GOD IS THAT APROPOS RIGHT NOW! [Of course, it couldn't last forever, as the big man turns around right into a Jack Taylor lunging clothesline that staggers him. In other news, "The Gambler" Judd Marley gets himself off the mat and races across the ring, baseball slide dropkicking a recovering Brent Maverick out of the ring, then turning around and driving a shoulder into the midsection of Matt Richards. Judd grabs Richards for a suplex and lifts him up... then hangs him out to dry across the top rope, eliciting a yelp of pain from Romeo. No sooner is Richards done yelling then does Marley bounce off the adjacent rope and kick him in the throat, causing Richards to fall off the ropes and to the ringside floor!] LVK: Judd Marley just did a number on Matt Richards, but his partner "Slick" Ricky Reno is right on Marley, shoving him into the corner and opening up on The Gambler! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" TW: Look at the chops from Reno, and look at the marks they're leaving on Marley's chest! Slick Rick came to fight tonight! RP: I'd like to remind the viewers of RCW that the only Slick Rick in _this_ organization is me. Thank you, carry on. LVK: Reno now, measuring Marley again- Judd grabs Reno by his black hair, and switches places with him, throwing the Georgia native in the corner! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" ["WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" 's all around, as The Gambler shows he can throw a mean knife edge chop himself. While Reno is faring badly, his partner is in far worse straights on the outside, where the Outlaws have him lined up with two of their favorite steel friends... "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"] [MASSIVE HEEL POP!] LVK: CON-CHAIR-TO ON MATT RICHARDS AND NOW THE OUTLAWS ARE BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF "ROMEO" MATT RICHARDS, STOMPING AWAY ON HIM! WELCOME TO RCW, MATT RICHARDS! [To the inside of the ring we go, where Jack and Jimmy Taylor are taking it to Black Jack Baldwin, setting him up on the ropes. Jack Taylor grabs Baldwin's long legs and lifts them up so that Black Jack is parallel to the canvas, as Jimmy Taylor bounces off the far ropes... leapfrogs over his taller older brother and comes down hard upon the lower back of the Wild Card! MORE OLD SK00L~! GOODNESS POP!] RP: That's straight up badassitude by the Taylor Twins! And here we go, they're setting up another move! LVK: Jack Taylor's got Black Jack in a bearhug and Jimmy's bouncing off the opposite rope, Baldwin's about to have a heart attack! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" TW: THAT'S INCREDIBLE! [Sure, Jimmy Taylor went for the bulldog lariat to complete the move, but Black Jack Baldwin stuck one of his long arms out and cut him off at the pass, grabbing him around the throat! With Jack Taylor still holding him in the bearhug, Baldwin lifts up... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!" ...and chokeslams Lil' Jimmy, right before Jack Taylor... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!" ...sits out into a Rydeen Bomb! DEAFENING POP!] LVK: UN-BE-LIEVABLE! BALDWIN WITH THE CHOKESLAM AS HE WAS BEING HELD BY TAYLOR, WHO THEN HIT HIM WITH A SITOUT SPINEBUSTER! AND NOW IT'S... [POP!] LVK: JUDD MARLEY WITH THE COVER ON JIMMY TAYLOR! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY JIMMY TAYLOR! [BIG POP!] TW: NOW RENO COVERS BLACK JACK BALDWIN! LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY BALDWIN! [Jack rolls out of the ring and collapses to the floor as the Outlaws roll in the ring and find Ricky Reno, trapping him in the corner and taking turns chopping the bejesus out of him. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"] RP: It appears as though Ricky Reno may have to break his own Golden Rule and romance Tommy's girlfriend, because no broad is gonna want anything to do with him after this match! TW: HEY! LVK: Well, she is a bit on the rotund side Tom. TW: Et tu, Van Keel? [The Outlaws let Reno out of the corner as Doc takes off for the other ropes. Brent grabs Slick Rick in a rear waistlock and starts to hoist back, waiting just as Doc comes charging forward with a Yakuza kick before finishing the German suplex! OHHHHHHH!] LVK: What a double team move by the Outlaws! Ricky Reno may be in outer space, and check out the Taylor Twins taking it to Judd Marley in the other corner! Jimmy sees the Outlaws and tells his brother... whip to the otherside... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" LVK: DEAR GOD! DOUBLE FLAPJACK BY THE OUTLAWS, AND JUDD MARLEY JUST WENT SAILING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! THE OUTLAWS AND THE TAYLORS HAVE CLEARED THE RING! [The crowd sees as much and gets on their feet, filling the Fleet Center with a raucous, throaty ovation just as the Outlaws walk toward the Taylor Twins, hands extended. Jimmy and Jack look at one another and then to the crowd, considering whether to shake hands with the notoriously treacherous Outlaws. Of course the answer is a resounding "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", but the Taylor Twins don't listen, stepping forward to shake the hands of Doc and Mav... ...who, as expected, pull them forward into clotheslines... HEEL POP! ...that the Taylor Twins duck! BIGASS FACE POP!] LVK: Boot to the gut on each Outlaw... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [BIG FACE POP!] TW: DDT's in stereo! The Taylor Twins have cleared the ring! [The brothers high five just as Judd Marley rolls back into the ring, where he's picked up by Jack Taylor. Big Jack lifts him up for an inverted powerbomb just as Jimmy runs in and cradles Marley's head as he plummets downward, DDT'ing him on the way down. EVEN MORE OLD SK00L~! POPS!] LVK: One Armed Scissor by the Taylor Twins, and Culture Jam must be smiling wherever they are! Here's a cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- BLACK JACK BALDWIN PULLS JACK TAYLOR OUT! [POP!] RP: No Fat Chicks are on the prowl! They've got chairs and the Outlaws have no idea! Holliday rolls to his feet, he doesn't see Matt Richards... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAA-CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" TW: Jesus! LVK: Right in the throat! Richards hit Doc right in the throat- and Reno cracks Maverick across the back with his chair! [Meanwhile, inside the ring, Jimmy Taylor props himself onto the top rope with his left arm curled around Judd Marley's head. He takes a second to watch Jack and Jack exchange pleasantries on the outside of the ring, then leaps off the top rope, spinning in the air for a tornado DDT... that is blocked and promptly reversed into a bridged Northern Lights suplex! POP!] LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- SHOULDER UP! [POP!] LVK: The Gambler rolls to his feet and drags Jimmy with him. Side waistlock... backdrop suplex by Marley, no, Taylor flips out of it! Irish whip, reversed by Marley. Taylor off the ropes, Marley picks him up into a tilt-a-whirl, reversed into a spinning headscissors by Jimmy Taylor! Hell of a reverse by Jimmy Taylor! TW: Judd Marley springs to his feet- right into a snap hurricanrana! [Enough of this technical wrestling bullshit, let's head outside where a fight be brewin'! Jack Taylor winds up and pastes Black Jack Baldwin with a forearm and then grabs him by his bald head, ushering the seven footer chrome dome first into the guardrail! Back in the ring, Taylor whips Marley to the ropes... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" ...and he gets blasted with a chair from Ricky Reno on the outside, making him stagger to one knee. Jimmy sees this and bounces off the ropes... bursting to Judd and stepping off his outstretched knee... _driving_ his knee into Marley's head. Or, where it would be. MASSIVE POP!] LVK: MARLEY REVERSED THE SHINING WIZARD INTO A DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP! ABSOLUTELY MARVELOUS ON THE PART OF JUDD MARLEY, WHO NOW SPRINGS TO HIS FEET! Taylor to his feet now and rushes to Marley, drop toe hold... [FINISHER POP!] LVK: AND MARLEY FLOATS INTO THE SNAKE-EYES SUBMISSION! [Taylor's left arm scissored between Marley's leg, Judd locks his hands around the chin of Lil' Taylor and pulls back as hard as he can, as the Fleet Center comes alive! On the outside, Jack Taylor sees his brother in trouble and dives into the ring to help him out... but he's pulled out by Black Jack Baldwin, who decks him with a right hand to keep him out of the ring! The pain is evident on Jimmy Taylor's face as The Gambler arches back with the hold, growling from the strain he's exerting... ...a strain that is too much for young James Taylor! ] TW: JIMMY TAYLOR GAVE UP! HE TAPPED OUT! JUDD MARLEY MADE JIMMY TAYLOR TAP OUT! [POP!] DS: THE TAYLOR TWINS HAVE BEEN EEEEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 13:49. LVK: A terrific effort by the youngsters who come up short, but they've got nothing to be ashamed of, Tommy Wyldside! TW: There will be many more nights for the Taylor Twins, but tonight just wasn't there night. RP: Son of a bitch. Jimmy Taylor... James Taylor. His name is James Taylor! Goddamnit, I could have busted his balls to no end! [You and me both dude.] LVK: The sixth team will come out in just a few seconds, with the Cossacks, Quarry Dogs and Andrew Sterling of the Epitome of Cool left! Here we go, team number six is about to be revealed! Crowd: FIVE!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!" [Cue AC/DC's "Moneytalks (live)" as the crowd goes absolutely nuts and the volume level in the arena comes close to deafening.] DS: Weighing in at 269 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan. Representing the Epitome of Cool. Here is... "ACME" ANDREW STERLING! [Andrew Sterling emerges in the aisleway. Sterling is decked out in long, red trunks to the ring with a white stripe down either leg. The front right leg has "EoC" scrawled down it. "Acme" is scrawled across the ass of his trunks. He also wears white boots with red trim and soles. He has kneepads on under the tights. Red elbowpads and white wrist tape are some more things he wears. He tops it off with a red bandanna tied around his head (not in the do-rag style, more like sweat band). Sterling looks at the ring for a moment and breaks into a full run, sliding into the ring and going right after Brent Maverick.] LVK: ANDREW STERLING IS NUMBER SIX! "ACME" ANDREW STERLING IS ON THE WARPATH AND HEADED RIGHT FOR BRENT MAVERICK! IT'S ON! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!] RP: Ha! Reno and Richards cut him off at the pass! TW: The crowd was amped up to see Andrew Sterling get his hands on the Outlaws, but No Fat Chicks has put a stop to that at the moment! LVK: Reno with boots, Richards with rights and lefts, these two guys are all over Andrew Sterling! Whip to the farside, here comes Sterling- [MEGA POP!] LVK: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY ANDREW STERLING TAKES OUT BOTH MEN! RENO UP... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!" RP: EXPLODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! LVK: Ricky Reno got drilled with the Exploder suplex! Here's Matt Richards- TW: There _goes_ Matt Richards! [POP!] LVK: Released overhead belly to belly suplex by Andrew Sterling! He's single handedly cleared the ring of the NFC! [As Sterling does that, both Outlaws turn around and clothesline a member of the Wild Cards out of the ring, Holliday knocking Judd Marley out and Brent Maverick taking care of Black Jack Baldwin. They turn around to find Andrew Sterling ready to rip their heads off! MEGA ANTICIPATION POP! The Outlaws talk to one another about how they're going to take him but Sterling forces the issue, charging both men!] TW: The Outlaws dodged that blind charge by Sterling and the beatin' is on! [The good Doctor grabs a hold of the ropes and starts thundering boot after boot into the midsection of Andrew Sterling as Mav fires off a rapid succession of double axehandles to the top of the cranium, as on the outside the Wild Cards and No Fat Chicks decide to play it smart and watch the goings on in the ring. Brent whips Sterling to the ropes and doubles him over with a knee lift, as Doc bounces off the near ropes and hits a quick swinging neckbreaker.] LVK: Silky smooth double team moves from the Outlaws, who look like they never split up seven years ago! Sterling bolts to his feet as Maverick lays in a right and signals to Doc. Both men off opposite ropes... "THUUUUUUUUU-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" RP: DOUBLE GOOZLE! TW: Holliday went low with the clip just as Mav rolled Sterling over with a clothesline! That's as good as it's ever gonna get, folks! LVK: Maverick yanks Sterling to his feet and sends him for the ride... bearhug into a flapjack by Mav... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" TW: And he fell right into an Ace Crusher by Doc Holliday! Sterling gets drilled with another double team move! [The Outlaws have more up their sleeves though and they drag Sterling back up and go behind him, each grabbing an arm of Andrew, then lifting and throwing backwards with a sort of double Tiger suplex. Sterling lands directly on his head and slumps to the mat, as the Outlaws get back to their feet and celebrate for a moment, high fiving and swapping pounds... as the Fleet Center EXPLODES IN A DEAFENING, EAR DRUM BUSTING FACE POP!] TW: Oh.. my... God. RP: Doc! Mav! Turn around, turn around! [And turn around they do to find a red faced, adrenaline filled Andrew Sterling standing right behind them! Doc is so shocked he falls to the mat as Sterling plasters Maverick with a right hand and another. And before Doc can get to his feet, he's grabbed by Judd Marley, Black Jack Baldwin, Matt Richards and Ricky Reno, who pull him out of the ring and proceed to stomp the ever loving shit out of him! DEAFENING POP!] LVK: THE OUTLAWS ARE GETTING DISMANTLED RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! DOC HOLLIDAY IS GETTING QUADRUPLE TEAMED ON THE OUTSIDE AND INSIDE THE RING, ANDREW STERLING GRABS A FULL NELSON... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!" LVK: And spikes Brent Maverick with a dragon suplex! Welcome back out of retirement Brent, better buy some Advil! [To even suggest that Andrew Sterling is going to let up is foolish. About to come apart at the seams from the rush, Sterling drags Brent up by his ear and hooks on a proper double chickenwing, then plunges back and hits a nasty Dragon suplex! POP! Done yet? HA! Andrew springs to his feet and drags Mav with him, not even affording him the time to clutch his neck. Once again he goes behind Brent and grabs a half nelson with one hand... a chickenwing with the other... and punches Mav's one way ticket to concussion city! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!"] LVK: MURDAHLIZAH! MURDAHLIZAH! BRENT MAVERICK AIN'T GOIN' ANYWHERE! TW: Where you goin'? NOWHERE! LVK: Sterling, dear God he's like a pitbull, he picks Maverick up and ties him into... the Tree of Woe! RP: Oh man, I gotta cover my eyes! [There is no let up, there is no mercy. Sterling stomps the upside down Maverick until he slides out of the Tree of Woe by himself. Andrew doesn't even notice, continuing with the onslaught of boots and then dropping to his knees and choking whatever life is left out of Maverick! On the outside, whatever temporary alliance that was struck between the Wild Cards is broken when Ricky Reno slugs Judd Marley and throws him in the ring. Matt Richards, having drawn the short straw, takes his cue and rakes the eyes of Black Jack Baldwin... who shrugs it off and continues beating the piss out of Holliday, who is muttering profanity in Latin in between deep breathes.] LVK: Doc Holliday is getting a grade A beating outside, and inside the ring- oh! Standing neckbreaker by "Slick" Ricky Reno on Judd Marley! Up now, Reno sends Marley for the ride, drop toe hold by Ricky Reno, who floats into an STF! TW: Great move by Rick Reno. Marley's been in the match since the very beginning and he's taken a hell of a beating. The STF takes it's toll on the entire body and requires the entire body to break! Excellent strategy by Reno. [As The Gambler struggles to fight off the stepover toehold facelock, Black Jack Baldwin punches Matt Richards square in the face and then takes off after him, chasing the womanizing Richards around and eventually into the ring... or, well, that's what he plans. Baldwin dives into the ring and breaks up the ]STF with a lunging forearm to Reno, just as Doc Holliday grabs his very long legs and drags him from the ring.] LVK: Holliday drags Black Jack Baldwin from the ring, but not before he breaks up the STF by Ricky Reno! Reno drags Marley to his feet, and sends him for the ride... spinning leg lariat! [As Marley hits the floor, Black Jack Baldwin boots the good Doctah in the face and then rolls into the ring, grabbing a charging Matt Richards and lifting him high over head... bench pressing him two times and throwing him like a lawn dart at "Slick" Ricky Reno! The Slickster stumbles from his partner being thrown at him... right into Andrew Sterling, who scoops him up for a bodyslam and throws him right back at Black Jack Baldwin! POP!] LVK: Baldwin caught Reno! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: Right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- KICKOUT BY, AH, WHOEVER BALDWIN WAS TRYING TO PIN! RP: That's Ricky Reno, ya dickhead! LVK: I'm sorry folks, this match has got me on E right now, and I'm just announcing it! What must it be like for the participants? [Black Jack answers that question, rolling onto his back and sucking wind for a few seconds, as Matt Richards recovers and grabs Judd Marley, then kicks him in the rics. "Romeo" sends "The Gambler" for the ride, but Marley puts on the puts on the breaks and uses his momentum to short arm the attempt. Richards turns around and ducks a clothesline attempt, then cocks his arm back and goes forward with a palm thrust when Judd turns around... but Marley dodges the palm thrust and takes Richards down into the Snakeyes Submission! MEGA POP!] LVK: Snakeyes Submission! Snakeyes Submission! Jimmy Taylor just tapped out from it, and Matt Richards might be next in line! RP: Hold on Matt, rememberthe Golden Rule! TW: I thought you didn't like these guys?! RP: Anyone who makes fun of fat chicks are friends of mine! [Reno yells for Richards to hang on as well and darts at Marley... only to get caught by his long black hair! On the other end of it is Black Jack Baldwin, who yanks Reno down to the mat and commences with the stompin'! Reno fights to his knees and returns fire with right hands to the midsection, then gets smart and drives his forearm into the junk o' the Black Jack. HEEL POP!] LVK: Baldwin is doubled over and Reno is up- [HIGHSPOT POP!] LVK: AND JUMPS OFF THE BACK OF BALDWIN, DRIVING AN ELBOW INTO JUDD MARLEY AND BREAKING UP THE SNAKEYES SUBMISSION! RP: A little bit of ingenuity from Ricky Reno, and he may have saved his team's chance at the titles! LVK: Reno rolls out of the ring as Richards gets to his feet, gingerly winding that arm... Reno taking off around the ring and slides back in- chopblock to Black Jack Baldwin! Good God, the big man is just a lightning rod for punishment tonight. TW: It makes sense, Larry. Baldwin's the one guy in this match who can end it with one move. He's got the power, the size and the surprising agility, so of course he's going to have a bullseye on his back. [Back to his feet, Baldwin gets blasted with a double dropkick from the NFC that staggers him into the ropes. Reno and Richards get back up and drag Baldwin to the center of the ring, then both wrap their inside arms around his collar... grunt, lift and slam in unison! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!"] LVK: OHHHHH!!!! That's a huge Golden Rulebreaker on Black Jack Baldwin! Double team uranage slam! RP: Man, more double teaming goodness! Last time I saw this much quality double teaming was on Anal Whores Volume 7! TW: A fine tape! [Both NFC'ers roll to their feet and spring into action. Richards backs away as Reno turns Baldwin onto his stomach and applies a single leg Boston crab. Richards bounces off the ropes, gains speed and then _cracks_ Baldwin in the face with a seated dropkick, making a sound like a shot and eliciting a huge EWWWWWWWW response from the crowd!] RP: They call that Coyote Ugly, although I prefer the movie with Tyra Banks in a wet t-shirt. LVK: Good God, this is getting vicious! TW: Getting vicious? It's been vicious, now it's just graduating to a higher level. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: Where the hell did he come from? [That'd be Doc Holliday, who slid into the ring and cracked Andrew Sterling across the back with a chair. Next up is Judd Marley, who walks right into a chair across the jaw. Finally, the Doc targets Ricky Reno and leaves him with a very special present, courtesy of the Outlaws... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"], LVK: Ricky Reno just got a steel necklace, and Doc Holliday has cleared the ring and finally given his partner some room to breathe! TW: Might be a little too late for that one, Larry. [Zoom in on Brent Maverick hanging upside down in the corner, his feet tied up in the ropes and his head slumped against the mat.] LVK: Richards is up, no, Doc ambushes him as he gets to his feet! He grabs the wrist and ducks under... [HEEL POP!] LVK: Arizona Sodbuster! Here's the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- RENO BREAKS UP THE PINFALL! [POP!] TW: Ricky Reno on _fire_ now, rifling in the right hands! Up, He puts Doc in a front facelock, snap su- Holliday floats over! [Doc grabs Reno around the waist and tries to pull him back into a rolling reverse cradle... but Ricky won't budge. That is until Black Jack Baldwin comes rumbling through town with his size 21 EEE, and nearly kicks Reno's face off! Doc goes with it and rolls back into the cradle!] LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- RICKY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! [In other action!] TW: Marley with a forearm to Sterling, and he brings Andrew to his feet. He wraps his arm around his collar and snaps back... side russian legsweep! He floats over into a cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- KICKOUT BY STERLING! [BIG POP! Marley gets up and drops a knee on Sterling's face, then another and another and another. Sterling finally gets smart and rolls away... but Marley doesn't drop a knee, instead anticipating Andrew's anticipating and attacking his as he gets to his feet!] LVK: Cobra Clutch! Marley locks on the Cobra Clutch in the middle of the ring, and Andrew Sterling is fading fast! He's flailing his arms, trying to keep his wits about him but Judd Marley has it cinched in tight! TW: With no partner to get his back, Sterling's got no one to help him out! RP: Say goodnight Drewski! Thanks for playing! [Running out of time, Sterling does just that, running to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing the turnbuckles, flipping back and into a pinning predicament on Marley! BIG POP!] LVK: OH! HERE'S THE COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- MARLEY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! [And, and, that's like _totally_ not all, dude! BIG APPRECIATION POP!] LVK: And he kept the Cobra Clutch locked on throughout the pinfall! Both men are back to their feet, and Judd Marley's still got that Cobra Clutch locked on! TW: Sterling's gotta get out of that move right now, he's got no more time to waste. "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" RP: Welp, that'll do it! LVK: My, oh my! Matt Richards went for a crescent kick, Sterling ducked and Richards decked Marley! ["Romeo" Matt Richards is repentant for... like, half a second. He shrugs and goes to work, grabbing the top ropes and bounding up, doing a split on the corner and backflipping off! HIGHSPOT POP!] TW: Split legged moonsault! Here's the cover by Richards! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- MARLEY GETS HIS LEG ON THE ROPE! [MAJOR RESILIENCY POP!] RP: So close, so close for Matt Richards! LVK: Richards brings Judd Marley to his feet, Judd Marley who has taken a BEATING since the opening bell- snap heel kick missed! Marley just collapsed, and he got the hell out of the way from that kick! [That's just the opening Andrew Sterling was looking for. Richards does a full rotation after missing the kick and ends up with his back toward the EoC'er, who scoops "Romeo" up as if for a backdrop suplex... then spins Richards around in mid-air... and hurls him down with a powerbomb! DEAFENING POP!] LVK: FALL FROM STERLING HEIGHTS! A RELEASE BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB, AND SON OF A BITCH DID MATT RICHARDS GET SPIKED! HERE'S THE COVER, STERLING HOOKS BOTH LEGS! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] DS: NO FAT CHICKS HAVE BEEN EEEEEEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 26:21 LVK: Great debut for No Fat Chicks, but the championship belts just weren't in the cards tonight! Sometime down the road, these guys will taste gold I'm sure, but not tonight. RP: Two teams are left, Van Keel. The Cossacks and the Quarry Dogs, and what an advantage they're going to have. The Wild Cards and the Outlaws have been in since the beginning, and Andrew Sterling is fighting by himself. Crowd: FIVE!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!" ["National Anthem of the Soviet Union" by the Red Army National Choir starts to play, and out of the entranceway walks three men. A good-sized heel pop goes up.] DS: And now, team number seven... from Siberia... weighing a combined 523 pounds... they are accompanied by their manager, Petr Ivanovich... NICKOLAI TREVIANSKI! VASILII IVANOVICH! THE COSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKS!!! LVK: THE COSSACKS, THE COSSACKS! THE RUSSIANS ARE TEAM NUMBER SEVEN! [The Cossacks jog down the aisle, Nickolai leading the way, chains in tow. They simultaneously slide into the ring as Andrew Sterling slides out, and Vasili wraps the chain around his fist just in time to plaster Black Jack Baldwin right between the eyes, as Nickolai runs over Doc Holliday with AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTHERUSSIANSICKLE! RUSSIAN SICKLE POP!] LVK: See ya later Doc! Trevianski bowls over the good Doctah, and now has Brent Maverick cornered! Maverick is just _now_ recovering from the beating Sterling has been dishing out for the last twelve minutes, and now he's got to contend with this machine of a man! Brent tries to escape, no, Nick throws him back in the corner. Another juke, Trevianski stays right with him- right hand- [BIG MIXED POP!] TW: Caught and turned into a jujigatame armbar! Nickolai Trevianski means absolute _bidness_! [The sambo expert rides the armbar to the canvas and immediately cranks it up a notch, kicking Brent in the mouth with his right foot as the Outlaw tries to fight out of it. These heavy boots knock Brent for a loop, and his head slumps back to the canvas as Marc Gioffre checks on him. Gioffre yells at Mav, imploring him to answer the questions when Doc Holliday breaks it up with a kick to the teeth of the Russian madman! POP!] RP: Doc just saved Brent's ass right there, Gioffre might have declared him unable to continue and stopped the match! LVK: Holliday may have indeed saved his team the titles, as Andrew Sterling slides back into the ring, with a chair! TW: Vasili's got the chain! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! LVK: Sterling tried to deck Ivanovich with the chair, but the big Russian _punched_ the chair with that chain wrapped hand! Both guys are stunned from that little exchange! [Sterling gets over his bout of shock first, discards the chair and shoots the a single leg takedown. Ivanovich immediately rolls onto his back and kicks Andrew off of him, into the waiting arms of the not so friendly Nickolai Trevianski... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDD!!!"] LVK: German suplex by the Russian, and boy those commie bastards sure know how to throw a suplex! TW: Vasili now racing across the ring at Brent Maverick- MAV'S GOT THE CHAIR! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" [That'd be Vasili Ivanovich bellowing in pain, after Brent Maverick turned the chair sideways and rammed it directly into the elbow of the big Commie. Brent keeps at it, swinging the chair like an axe and chopping Vasili down to the ground, then turning around and laughing to himself... ...and right into a Black Jack Baldwin mafia kick! BIG POP!] LVK: That dented the chair! Baldwin falls into the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- NO SIR, HOLLIDAY BREAKS IT UP! [HEEL POP!] LVK: Doc Holliday saves his partner once again, but he finds himself in the clutches of Nickolai Trevianski! Nickolai, grabbing him around the head. "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!" TW: And unbelievable head and arms suplex by Trevianski! [The Outlaw happens to land at the feet of Andrew Sterling, he himself having just gotten back up. The EoC'er pulls Doc up by his hair, glares at Trevianski...and executes a jarring leg capture suplex, hurling Doc right back at the feet of the Russian. POP!] LVK: Holliday finds himself in red territory, again, and now Trevianski... sambo suplex, right back to Andrew Sterling! We're having a suplex-off right here in the middle of the ring! RP: I fondly recall the dance off between Vasquez and MJV at the very first Glory. This isn't quite as cool, but I'll take it! LVK: Sterling now, dragging Doc to his feet... Holliday can barely stand up on his own power. [Double underhooking both of Doc's arms, Sterling lifts Doc straight up in the air... letting him hang there for a loooooong time, getting ready to drop with a delayed butterfly suplex, when a chair hits an upside down Matthew L. Holliday squarely in the face, causing Sterling to stumble and fall with Doc right on top of him.] RP: Jesus God! LVK: Well, it's now determined! Every man in this chair can swing a match! TW: Say what? LVK: Every man in the match can swing a chair! A case of being tongue tied, gentleman, I'm dehydrating a little bit. Quick, get me an IV Tommy. TW: Ahhh... yeah. ["The Gambler" Judd Marley sneaks around to pick the leavin's, and brings Doc to his feet... then gets spiked with a single arm DDT!] LVK: We got a cover, here we go! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRENT MAVERICK DRAGS MARLEY OFF! [HEEL POP!] RP: The Outlaws are making great use of their strategy right now, always being in the same vicinity and always being available to make a save. They must have saved each other about ten times tonight. LVK: Maverick stays on the attack, laying in a heavy right hand to Marley and bringing him to his feet, oh! Kneelift to the breadbasket of Marley, now Judd goes for the ride- intercepted by Trevianski! TW: Uh oh! [XENOPHOBIC HEEL POP!] LVK: Release overhead belly to belly suplex, perfectly executed by Nickolai Trevianski! Back to their feet, under arm drag by Trevianski, into a seated headlock. Headscissored out by Marley, Trevianski to his feet a second ahead of Marley who grabs the right arm and twists into a hammerlock, promptly reversed by Nickolai. "THUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: Marley with the drop toe hold and now he floats into a front facelock! These two men can exchange holds all day on the mat, they're as solid as can be! [Trapped in a grounded front facelock, Nickolai twists his body out and up of the hold as Marley raises to his feet. The crowd breaks out in applause as both men converge in a collar and elbow tieup, followed by the Cossack dropping to his knees and taking Marley over. Judd, on his thirteenth wind right now, rolls to his feet as Nickolai does the same and trips his adversary up, then drops an elbow that Nickolai dodges. The Mad Russian rolls to his feet and gets grabbed by Brent Maverick, who tosses him out of the ring and scoops "The Gambler" over his shoulder when he turns around! ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: Fireman's carry, that's the setup for Acey Deucy! We saw Alex Extreme use this last year to spite Doc Holliday, but Maverick is about to demonstrate the real thing! Mav- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: GETS CLOCKED WITH VASILI'S CHAIN WRAPPED FIST AND FALLS BACKWARD! JUDD WITH A CRUCIFIX! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- MAVERICK ROLLS OUT OF IT! [HEEL POP!] TW: Vasili Ivanovich nearly cost the Outlaws the RCW Tag titles! The big Russian turns around, into a boot to the gut from Black Jack Baldwin! LVK: Baldwin lifts up... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!! LVK: Pumphandle slam! We got a cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- IVANOVICH POWERS OUT! [Once he gets his shoulder up, Vasili rolls underneath the ropes to the outside, where he and Trevianski regroup for a hot second. The Cossacks on the outside, Andrew Sterling sees his opportunity and rushes Brent Maverick again, trapping him in the corner and taking it to him with rapid right hands! MEGA POP! Doc Holliday sees his partner in trouble and comes up behind Sterling, but gets a back elbow from the ever alert Drew, who turns around and gets kicked by Maverick. Brent shoves Sterling to the good Doctah, who procures a front facelock and spikes him with a DDT! HEEL POP!] LVK: DDT by Doc Holliday, but Andrew Sterling keeps fighting! He's right back to one knee, oh! And a vicious kick to the teeth puts him right back on the mat! Everything Brent Maverick does hurts, even thirty minutes into a match. TW: Mav throws Sterling back in the corner, and I don't like this one bit for Andrew Sterling. Brent rears back- [BIG POP!] LVK: But is stopped by Black Jack Baldwin! Jack Baldwin won't let the Outlaws tee off on Andrew Sterling- [MIXED POP!] RP: Or will he? LVK: _Huge_ uppercut by the seven footer, and that snapped Sterling's head back! [The big man drags 'Drew out of the corner, right into a lunging clothesline from Marley, but Baldwin keeps Sterling on his feet. A kneelift later, Jack puts the Detroit native in a standing headscissors, then lifts, lingers and lunges! BIG POP!] LVK: Diving powerbomb by Jack Baldwin, that's got to be it for Sterling! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- STERLING KICKS OUT! ANDREW STERLING JUST BARELY KICKS OUT! [MASSIVE POP!] LVK: Baldwin yanks Sterling to his feet and sends him for the ride, clothesline by Black Jack, no, Sterling! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!" LVK: HURRICANE DDT BY ANDREW STERLING! HE PULLED THAT OUT OF NOWHERE AND AT JUST THE RIGHT TIME! HE THROWS AN ARM OVER JACK BALDWIN! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUDD MARLEY BREAKS IT UP! [BIG MIXED POP!] LVK: Andrew Sterling is fighting four men at once, and is amazingly holding his own! RP: But these guys finally got smart. They're focusing their energy on the guy with no partner, that's sound strategy right there. LVK: Marley pulls Sterling up, whip to the corner, no, reversed! Judd goes hard to the corner chestfirt- "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" TW: ENZULARIATOOOOOOOOOOOH! [The crowd eats it up as Marley goes down from the clothesline to the back of the neck, and Sterling stumbles backwards from exerting so much force... right into a Brent Maverick spinning spinebuster! MASSIVE HEEL POP! Brent throws himself on to Sterling and hooks a leg for the cover, but before Alfonso Reyes can make the count the cover is interrupted by Black Jack Baldwin, who plants a big black boot into the side of Maverick's head! SAY WHAAAAAT? Doc Holliday has the same reaction and nearly jumps out of his boots, shoving Baldwin and hollering at the top of his lungs at Black Jack. Baldwin looks ready to plaster Doc, but Marley jumps in and breaks it up, yelling at Baldwin and pointing to the down and out Andrew Sterling.] RP: It's about time, you dumbasses! Work together! LVK: It looks like Doc Holliday is trying to say exactly that to the Wild Cards, and Judd Marley is on the same wavelength! [One guy who doesn't appear to be on the same wave length is Brent Maverick, who is still a little pissed that Baldwin booted him in the head. As Doc, Marley and Baldwin have a conference mid-ring, Maverick rolls to his feet and slugs Black Jack Baldwin in the face! HEEL POP! Now it's Baldwin who is pissed off and he goes after Brent, but Marley and Doc stop the seven footer from any physical contact with the Outlaw, leaving the two men to yap at each other.] TW: Jesus, these guys are going to kill each other. RP: Yeah, this working together stuff ain't going so good right now. LVK: It seems like cooler heads are going to prevail here, that Doc Holliday and Judd Marley have managed to assuage the situation... SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP BY STERLING ON BRENT! [BIG OL' POP!] LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T- BROKEN UP BY HOLLIDAY! [Waving the Wild Cards back, Doc brings Sterling to his feet and _pops_ him with his patented left jab, nearly buckling Sterling's knees with it. Instead, he bounces right into the arms of Brent Maverick, who puts 'Drew in a headlock and punches him in the throat. Next up is Judd Marley, who underhooks both of the EoC'ers arms and drops into a double arm DDT! MIXED POP!] LVK: This is like an assembly line, one after another these guys are taking their best shots at Sterling and connecting with every one of them! Black Jack Baldwin now, scoops up Sterling and presses him over head, maneuvering him into position for an Iconoclasm. [Alright Cossacks, come back in already, geez!] LVK: The Cossacks are back in the ring! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" TW: Vasili just lashed Brent across the face with that chain! Nickolai tackles Doc to the ground! LVK: The Wild Cards, setting up for the Suicide King- [DEAFENING POP!] LVK: STERLING SQUIRMS DOWN THE BACK OF BALDWIN AND SHOVES HIM INTO MARLEY! ANDREW STERLING LIVES! RP: Not for long! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" LVK: He walked right into Vasili Ivanovich, who scoops him up in a fireman's carry! C'mon Andrew, keep fighting! Come ooooon! RP: Oh baby, From Russia With Love, here we go! [Vasili Ivanovich takes a step and then throws 'Drew over his head, swinging him to the side and landing on his back as Sterling goes face and chest first to the mat! FINISHER POP!] LVK: NO! NOT LIKE THIS! TW: COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ROOF RATTLING HEEL POP!] DS: ANDREW STERLING HAS BEEN EEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 42:31. LVK: What a crock! The Outlaws have robbed the Epitome of Cool, they have royally screwed the Epitome of Cool tonight! Andrew Sterling valiantly fought his heart out, he was on a mission tonight but the numbers were just too great! RP: Oh well, better luck next time pal. LVK: What?! Is that all you can say after how well Andrew Sterling fought tonight! After all the Outlaws did to screw with them, that it took six men to beat him?! RP: Yeah, better luck next time! Hopefully he's not stuck in a 6 on 1 match next time! Jesus, sorry Mom. TW: Well, we know who the last team is, and man oh man do the Quarry Dogs have a golden opportunity to win the titles here tonight! RP: You trained them, Wyldside, they're screwed from the beginning. TW: ... Crowd: FIVE!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!" ["Hundred Mile High City" by Ocean Colour Scene blasts in the Fleet Center as the fans react anemically at best.] DS: At a total combined weight of 508 pounds... "BIG NASTY" ERIC JAMES! BEN "CRASH" DAVIS! THE QUUUAAAAAAAARRRYYYY DOOOOOGGGGGGGSSSSS!!! [The fans cheer a little bit more, turning to the entrance way and waiting for the rookies to run out... but they get nothing.] LVK; Alright, alright, I'm getting word that something's going on backstage, can we cut back there real quick? RP: Hijinks! [Cut backstage, where the camera finds both Quarry Dogs laying face down, blood oozing from every pore... with a chair and a steel pipe laying next to them. BIG POP!] LVK: Someone's laid out the Quarry Dogs! The Quarry Dogs don't look to be in any shape to compete! RP: Oh, boo hoo! [Back to ringside, where it's degenerated into a brawl once more! BIG POP!] LVK: We are nearing the forty five minute mark, and of the, well, the three teams left in the match, the Wild Cards and the Outlaws have been in the ring since the beginning! Their conditioning and stamina has got to be off the charts, and kudos to those four men for making it to the final three! TW: The Cossacks are still fresh as daisies though! Save for a few flesh wounds, they're in tip top shape! LVK: The Cossacks have got to have a huge advantage here. They benefitted from the luck of the draw, and got to sit back and watch as the six teams prior to them beat the tar out of one another for nearly a half hour. They- [The lights go out in the arena. The action presumably stops in the ring and the crowd grows nervously silent. An air raid siren fills the arena. The sound of machine gun bursts mixes in, shortly followed by eery chanting. The crowd, knowing this music but not having heard it in a long time, ROARS to life with anticipation] TW: That's... oh no. RP: What? What? [The Rivertron is awash in black, except for flashes of blue lightning and the distant spark of gunfire.] LVK: The lights have gone out in the Fleet Center, and I've got to say... for some reason I feel like I should know what this is setting up. TW: I know who it is, Larry, I know who took out the Quarry Dogs! I fought them a bunch of times, right here in RCW! RP: Oh! Oh! I know who it is! [The sounds mix and increase, building to a climax, until...] *BOOM!* [The screen, in perfect timing with the explosion flashes in large blue block letters T L M!!!!!] [EARTHQUAKE POP!] LVK: THEY'RE BACK! THEY'RE BACK! THE LEADING MEN ARE BACK IN RCW! RP: YES! MY BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN! ## YO ## ## MY OFFENSE IS A MIXTURE ## ## OF MIKE AND MUHAMMAD ## ## KNOCK A [EDIT] UNCONSCIOUS ## ## AND TALK SHIT ## [Appearing from the backstage area, Superstar Shade and "Vicious" Vic Valiant--The Leading Men--saunter down to ringside, followed behind by their Business Advisor, Kristoff St. Livingstone (carrying Vic's Super Double-Reinforced Steel Chair in tow.)] ## IN BARE KNUCKLE BOXING ## ## SPEED IS THE OBJECT ## ## WEAVIN' AND DODGIN' ## ## WITH DEFENSIVE BLOCKIN' ## [Tripp hits the ring first, sprinting down the aisle and tossing something on the outside, then sliding in the ring. Close behind him is "Vicious" Vic Valiant, who has his Super Double-Reinforced Steel Chair in hand. He slides it on the ground and then slides in the ring, getting right into the fray! DEAFENING POP!] "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" "WEL-COME BACK!" [Tripp Shade makes a b-line for Judd Markey as "Vicious" Vic goes after Doc Holliday, backing him into a corner and wearing him out with chops and right hands. In the other corner Brent Maverick headbutts Nickolai Trevianski, and in the fourth corner the two biggest men in the match slug it out. Vasili and an exhausted Black Jack Baldwin slug it out, with Vasili winning the slugfest and throwing Baldwin in the corner, opening up on him.] LVK: Tripp Shade has Judd Marley corner and rocks him with a forearm across the cheek. In the other corner, Vic Valiant- "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" TW: Big shin kick puts Doc Holliday on his ass! Valiant whips Holliday to Shade, who again drops the Doc with a back elbow! LVK: Shade now turning Holliday around, grabbing him by the thighs... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" LVK: Catapults him right into another shin kick from Valiant! The Leading Men are cleaning house! [Turning on their heel, TLM double clothesline Brent Maverick over the ropes and then move in on Nickolai Trevianski, whipping him to the ropes and taking him down with drop toe holds, then rolling into double single leg crabs to a big POP!] RP: The Leading Men are wasting their time! They're new, they've got the energy. They should be reeling off big moves, trying to finish this match as quick as they can and take advantage of the fact that these teams have been in a LOT longer than they have! TW: What are you nuts? You just said that TLM are the fresh faces, the longer this match goes the better it is for them! The Cards and the Outlaws are running on fumes anyway, and the Cossacks have been in for about fifteen minutes now! The Leading Men are in control! LVK: Vic Valiant now, drags Brent Maverick back into the ring and brings him up, front facelock... fisherman's suplex, and the keeps the bridge! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- MAVERICK GETS THE SHOULDER OUT! THAT KICKOUT TOOK A LOT OUT OF BRENT MAVERICK! [HEEL POP!] TW: Tripp Shade in the other corner, he sends Marley for the ride... and follows him in with a dropkick to the neck! Pinpoint accuracy by Tripp Shade, who now grabs Marley for a backdrop suplex... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" LVK: And Vic Valiant finishes it with a neckbreaker! [In another corner, the Cossacks have Black Jack Baldwin dead to rights. On the outside of the ring is Vasili Ivanovich, with one of the chains wrapped around his hand and the other wrapped around the neck of Baldwin. Ivanovich pulls for all he's worth as Nickolai Trevianski continually sends knees into the gut of Baldwin, occasionally stopping to punch him in the kidneys or sternum.] TW: Baldwin's getting Last Rites from the Communists, which is funny because they're atheists. Tripp Shade now, laying in the botos to Judd Marley... he doesn't see Vasili in the ring.. RP: WATCH OUT! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!" LVK: SPEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR! TRIPP SHADE GOT BENT IN HALF! [As Vic Valiant lays in a roundhouse kick to the dome of Judd Marley, Trevianski props himself up on the corner behind Baldwin and threads his arms around Black Jack's head... locking in the kata ha jime choke hold, then hopping back onto the canvas and pulling Baldwin back! HUGE PANIC POP!] LVK: Kata ha jime on Baldwin! That judo choke, Nickolai Trevianski is absolutely flawless with his submission holds! You know he's got this locked in perfectly... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!" LVK: And now Nickolai wraps his legs around the torso of Baldwin, who falls to the mat! Black Jack Baldwin is fading fast, Black Jack Baldwin is about to black out! [With one last burst of energy, Judd Marley raises to his feet and decks Vic Valiant, then throws him out of the ring. He stumbles and stutters, then makes his way to save his partner one last time... but gets run over by a Russian sickle by Vasili Ivanovich, who had wrapped that thick chain around his arm just in case the sickle wasn't potent anyway! MURDEROUS HEEL POP!] TW: MARLEY'S OUT LIKE A LIGHT! HE GOT PLANTED BY VASILI! LVK: James Hunnicutt is in the ring, looking a Jack Baldwin, watching the pressure being put on by Nickolai Trevianski! He's cut off his blood supply and has squeezed the life out of his torso! Come on Jack, fight it Jack, you can do it! RP: It's too late Van Keel, Baldwin's out! He's out! [DEAFENING HEEL POP!] RP: I told you! LVK: Black Jack Baldwin passed out from the Kata ha jime! The Wild Cards are out of it! DS: THE WILD CARDS HAVE BEEN EEEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 50:12! [As Black Jack Baldwin is rolled from the ring along with his partner Judd Marley, the crowd comes alive, thundering to their feet with a cacaphony of applause for the two men who battled tooth and nail from the beginning.] LVK: That's a very well deserved standing ovation for the Wild Cards, who came into this match as the second team introduced and fought for more than fifty minutes! One hell of a showing by the Wild Cards, who have gold in their future here in RCW. They have nothing to be ashamed of, guys. RP: You're right Van Keel, those two let it all hang out tonight and that's the important thing. As a competitor you can deal with losing, but when you go back to the locker room without giving your all it's hard to look at yourself in the mirror. These two guys went down fighting, and that's the only way to go. Hell of a match, guys. TW: Couldn't have said it better myself, Rick. [The announcers get out of their seats and clap for the Black Jacks as the action resumes in the ring. The Cossacks take Vic Valiant and throw him into one corner, while the Outlaws trap Superstar Shade in the other corner. The Outlaws are nearly out of gas and take turns laying in punches and kicks that while effective, cannot possibly have the effect they usually do. In the other corner the two Russian trained grapplers take apart Valiant with surgical precision, with Vasili rifling in a rapid string of headbutts as Trevianski goes outside and fetches himself a chair.] LVK: Uh oh, uh oh, what can the Cossacks have in mind here for Vic Valiant! The Leading Men came into this match five minutes ago with all sorts of energy, but being double teamed by the Cossacks will take it out of you right quick! RP: Trevianski opens up that steal chair and sets it up, this can't be good for Valiant. [No, it's definitely not. At the behest of Nickolai, Vasili Ivanovich pulls Valiant into a standing headscissors and lifts him up... then _hurls_ him onto and _through_ the steel chair, shattering it in the process! MASSIVE HEEL POP!] LVK: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! VIC VALIANT GOT PLANTED THROUGH THAT CHAIR, AND THE GODDAMN CHAIR FELL APART! RP: Look at Holliday, he's right on it! Doc's always got his head in the game, always. TW: What does he have there, Rick? What is that? RP: It's one of the legs that flew off the chair. TW: Ohhhhh. That's gonna hurt like a bitch. [Doc thinks so too, as he winds up and cracks it across the face of Shade over and over again, opening up the returning Supahstah. Maverick throws Shade to the mat and Doc stradles him, threading the steel part under Tripp's chin and pulling back with a modified Camel Clutch! HEEL POP! As the Cossacks throw Valiant to the outside, Brent comes around to the front of Shade and lays in stiff boots to the face, as Doc cackles away!] LVK: If there are two more vicious and cold hearted men in the business of wrestling, I have yet to meet them! The Outlaws are absolutely _torturing_ the Superstar, and finally Holliday lets up on it. Both Outlaws bring Tripp to his feet, whip to the far side... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" [HOLY SHIT! POP!] LVK: TRIPP SHADE JUST GOT DOUBLE BACK BODY DROPPED OVER THE ROPES AND HE HIT HEADFIRST ON THE MATS OUTSIDE! AS MUCH OF AN IMPACT AS THEY MADE WHEN THEY CAME IN AT NUMBER 8, THE LEADING MEN MIGHT HAVE ALREADY SEEN THEIR NIGHTS END! [Doc leans over the ropes and laughs at Tripp while Brent summons all of the saliva in his mouth and spits in Tripp's general direction... but when you've been wrestling for an hour, you ain't got a whole lot of spit to spare, nahmean? No sooner do they turn around then are the Outlaws ambushed by those sneaky fuckin' Russians. Trevianski takes Brent down to the mat just as Ivanovich bull rushes Doc into the corner, rocking him with an uppercut and then rifling shoulder blocks into his midsection.] RP: Trevianski isn't messing around! There's no way Brent Maverick can wrestle with Nickolai, and Nick just cinched on the triangle choke! See ya guys, thanks for playing! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!!" LVK: Huge brainbuster by Vasili... and he rolls right up and hits another one! The Cossacks are in total control of the match and seem to be on their way to the RCW Tag team titles! TW: Gold vill buy you veek's vorth of wodka, jah komrade? [Vasili whistles to Nickolai and picks Doc up in a bearhug. With Maverick down and out, Nickolai relinquishes the hold and goes to the second turnbuckle, setting up for the Super Sickle! HEEL POP!] LVK: If the Cossacks can hit this move, these two men will skate to the World tag team titles! The gold is within their grasp! [The crowd lets up on the booze and begins to buzz once more, as waking up from their prior dispatch are The Leading Men... who hop to their feet and climb onto the apron on either side of Nickolai! POP! Not too accustomed to the aerial what have you, the sambo master cannot manage to fight off both men and keep his balance... giving Shade and Valiant the opportunity to each grab an arm... ...and _hurl_ Trevianski off the top rope and to the floor! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!] [DEAFENING FACE POP!] LVK: SHADE AND VALIANT JUST THREW TREVIANSKI OFF THE TOP TO THE FLOOR, AND BOY OH BOY DID HE LAND BADLY! IN THE RING- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" TW: That big left hand from Doc Holliday! That's like a get out of jail free card, that thing is so effective! LVK: Vasili dropped Holliday and now Maverick is back to his feet! He tries, can he do it- no! Brent Maverick doesn't have the energy to lift Vasili Ivanovich for the Acey Deucy, and right now the Outlaws are at a loss! [But not TLM! The _original_ RCW tag team champions storm in the ring, favorite toys in hand -- Vic's got his Super Double-Reinforced Steel Chair, Tripp with the so-old-school-it's-got-a-beard De-Deuce-er, aka a big ass steel pipe...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [MASSIVE FACE POP!] LVK: TOTAL TLMINATION! TOTAL TLMINATION! VASILI IVANOVICH JUST GOT KNOCKED SILLY! COVER BY SHADE! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SUPER MEGA WAY FACE POP!] DS: THE COSSACKS HAVE BEEN EEEEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED! Time of elimination is 55:49! LVK: THE LEADING MEN ELIMINATED THE COSSACKS! WE'RE DOWN TO TWO! WE'RE DOWN TO TWO! THE NEXT TEAM TO SCORE A PINFALL WILL BE CROWNED NEW RCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! [The crowd is on it's feet as Vic Valiant leans over the ropes and taunts Nickolai Trevianski, while Tripp Shade rolls off of the now eliminated Vasili Ivanovich. But the one second "Vicious" Vic spent sneering at Nickolai is a second too much, because while Brent Maverick couldn't get 280 pounds of Russian bear up in a fireman's carry... 240 pounds is no sweat. MASSIVE ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: BRENT MAVERICK! BRENT MAVERICK HAS VIC VALIANT SCOOPED ON HIS SHOULDERS HERE WE GO! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!" [And just as his partner tackles the recovering Tripp Shade and grabs his legs, the returning Brent Maverick pops up to his feet... having delivered Acey Deucy... and collapses atop Vic Valiant...] LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING!] LVK: THEY DID IT! THE OUTLAWS HAVE DONE IT! [DING DING DING!] DS: THE LEADING MEN HAVE BEEN EEEEEEEEEEEE-LIMINATED IN 57:01! YOUR WINNERS... AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW RCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! DOC HOLLIDAY AND BRENT MAVERICK! THEEEEE OOOOOOOUUUUUUTLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!] LVK: As much as I've never been a fan of The Leading Men, and I'm certainly no fan of The Cossacks... I'd have taken either of those teams as champions over _these_ two cold-blooded bastards! RP: Dammit Van Keel, get past your personal bias for a second, would ya? We've got new tagteam champs, and it's The Outlaws! They've only been back for one match, and already they're the top team in the world! Woohoo! [Holliday helps Maverick back to his feet, the pair being handed the World title belts, which they thrust into the air, bringing more boos.] [Fade out.] [Fade in. Shane Destiny is sitting alone in a rather spacious locker room, still in his street clothes, looking kind of unsettled.] DESTINY [talking to himself]: I should get changed... I'm going to really need to get myself loosened up. I don't know how long this is going to go. [Destiny runs his hands through his hair and looks up at the ceiling.] DESTINY: No need for muscle tears or cramps, after all. [Destiny starts to take off his shirt when there's a knock on the door. Destiny slowly puts the shirt back down and rises to his feet. He grasps the doorknob and twists, walking with the door so the person on the other side can't see him... kind of a defense mechanism. However, when Destiny sees who it is, a wave of shock washes over him...] "Betcha didn't think you'd see me here tonight, did ya pup?" [The all too familiar sound of someone's voice no one's heard in a very long time fills the room. Walking through the door, with a slight limp, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, with his boots clicking against the floor is none other the the Legend Killer himself...Chris Courtade.] CC: I mean, of all the people who undoubtedly called you this past week ta wish ya luck, I nearly guarantee that you didn't in your wildest dreams think I'd be here, tonight... To see you. DESTINY: You're right... I didn't think I'd ever see you again, especially after what happened with Kinsey. So... why are you here, anyway? CC: Well, pup, I'm here because of one reason and one reason only. Ya see, this is your first dabble in the bright lights. This is your first dance around the room with the prettiest girl everyone's ever seen. This is your first time to walk down that aisle, before the biggest match of your life... And I'm here to empart a lil' bit o' wisdom. DESTINY: Wisdom? You and I have never exactly seen eye to eye, Chris, what makes you want to start now? CC: Hey man, that's fine, 'cause when I leave this here room... [Courtade looks around Destiny's locker room, and sighs, with a somber overtone.] CC: Man I miss this room. I miss this room, on _this_ night. I miss the feeling you have right now. The butterflies that have filled yer gut. The nerves that race through your body. The mixture of fear and anticipation that makes yer mind race. It's a feeling you can't bottle and a feeling you can't simply create. It's why you're here Shane... It's why you've been in this business since day one. Tonight isn't about chair shots or shitty little remarks towards your wife and family. Tonight's about a fifteen pound piece of leather and gold that you've had your mind set on since the day you set foot in this company. It's not about proving anything to anyone but yourself. It's not about becoming the best...but it's about climbing the god damn mountain... Do you have any idea what you're about to get into? [Destiny hesitates before nodding, and Courtade jumps on that hesitation immediately.] CC: All that pain inflicted on you, that ain' shit man. 'Member when you and I locked horns? You nearly killed me in the ring son. You did things to me no one had ever done. The following morning when I woke up my body felt like I had just gone through hell. I looked in the mirror and I tell ya what bawh, from that morning on...I knew my time was winding down. I could see it in your eyes, I could see what I once saw when I looked in the mirror. That look...that look of disdain and disgust for the poor pissant that choose to stride through the ropes and enter your own little house of horrors. I saw that in _you_... And I couldn't find it in me. Sure, dipshit Kinsey ended my career by breaking my leg...as if you haven't heard...but in reality, the night you beat me...was the night I began to turn my horse into the sunset. [Destiny looks stunned by what he's just heard, but doesn't dare speak up, just wanting to soak in the inspiration and wisdom that Courtade is giving him.] CC: Ego Max, remember those days Shane? The days when you were there lil' monkey? The days when you put yer ass on the line so those two jack asses could prance around and make little trendy jokes about someone's career? When you were putting your ass on the line, they were standing behind you, as if they were your masters. Well tonight Shane...you get to look them in their eyes, in their souls, and let them know they are no longer your master. 'Cause they're entering the same house of horrors I did Shane. The same house in which you'd rather burn it down with everyone trapped inside, including yourself, then allow them to walk out of your front door. _Tonight_. Juan beat the hell out of me in Dallas. He took a piece of my body with him, no doubt about that, but in the end, he was looking up at the stars, when I had my hand raised. Luke? [Courtade shrugs.] CC: Luke broke my god damn leg. I sent him over the edge, I _made_ Luke Kinsey what he is today. I took that little ball of wax and I created a candle that won't burn out until he gets what he wants. Thing is? That bawh still ain' figured out what he wants. He so busy with little shitbarbs about a mafia movie, or snazzy one liners about someone's family, he forgot what got him to the table to eat. He's forgotten that fire I lit inside of him...the fire that left me limping the rest of my life. And now he's got to pay for his forgetful mind... Now he's got to pay for not assuming the greatness he had in his hands. He thinks hanging around Mark'll make him something for the record books. News flash, ace, Mark's more washed up then I am. I buried him inside a ring a few years back, and all he is now is fancy wrapping paper outside of an empty box. But not you Shane... Not _you_. [Courtade steps closer to Destiny.] DESTINY: So what are you suggesting, Chris? That I forget about what they say? CC: Tonight when you begin to walk down that aisle, the moment you think about your chair shots and jokes, is the moment you lose. The moment you think about knocking someone off his damn high horse, is the moment you prepare yourself to look up at the lights for three seconds with yer back on the mat. [Courtade pauses, pulling a T-shirt from off camera and holding it in his hands.] CC: You beat the living hell out of me, took my belt, took a piece of my career and more importantly, took a piece of my soul. On _that_ night, the only thing you had in mind was your house and me not leaving it vertically. Tonight is _your_ night, Shane. Tonight's the night you cast aside the Ego Max, the anger and the hatred you have for Juan and Luke. Tonight's the night you worry about gettin' yer belt, and claiming what's rightfully yours... Your throne. [Courtade looks at the shirt, and tosses it to Destiny.] CC: Years ago, I was in this room, for these nights and I could only thing about one thing...how much I wasn't respected. It drove me, it made me...and it ended me. But for the short ride I had Shane? It was the best fucking years of my life. Nothing could match what it felt like to get mah hand raised on the biggest stage and raise up fifteen pounds of leather and gold. It's a feeling that makes all those long hours in the darkened, shitty gym worth while. It's what made self restraint towards the jokes worth it. It's what made every last ounce of blood you spilled and second of pain you felt worth it. It's why you here...and why I'm here Shane. Tonight you become what you've always known you would become... Tonight you become... [Destiny opens the shirt revealing lettering on the front reading "The Legend Killer". Courtade chuckles...] CC: What you've always known you'd become. [The Texan strides out of the room, leaving a stunned Destiny in his wake. Destiny stands quiet for several seconds, looking at the shirt.] DESTINY [in a hushed voice]: What I've become? Tonight, what I've become... [Destiny takes off his own shirt, and slips on the shirt given to him by Courtade.] DESTINY: ... is a Legend Killer. [Fade.] [Fade in from black, to the small, private dressing room in the bowels of the Fleet Center that has been claimed by The Outlaws. Here, a private celebration goes on, as the new World Tag Team Champions enjoy the fruits of their labors. Brent Maverick and Doc Holliday are wielding champagne bottles, and trashing the place. Holliday stands on a chair and spritzes champagne over his partner, who kicks in part of a wall and whoops.] BM: I had completely forgotten how good this felt. DH: Heh heh heh, whut, ya usedta git sprayed with alcohol often? BM: Only when ya got slobberin' drunk. Slow down, Holliday, ya gotta drive tanight! DH: Hell, we's th' worl' champeens agin'... we kin hire a fleet o' drivers! BM: Yeah... [Brent seems to settle down, his burst of celebratory behavior over. He reaches down, picks up his title belt, and looks at his reflection in it. Gina Sarrazin walks in, and since a camera is already here, starts an interview.] GS: Brent Maverick and Doc Holliday, you're the World Tag Team Champions. What are you going to do next? BM: WE GOIN' TA DISNEY WORLD! DH: An' ah got th' diesel fuel an' Molotovs ready fer th' trip! GS: No, no, no! I mean, this was supposed to be a one-night appearance! You can't just win the titles and then Brent disappears again! BM: An' ain't nobody could stop me from doin' it if I took a mind ta, but no. I'm back. The Outlaws are back. And we're back ta git shed of th' Epitome Of Cool fer good. DH: Whut we done tanight was jus' our way of positionin' thangs th' way we want 'em. We want Thomas an' Sterlin' inna ring alone, with no buncha clowns gittin' in our path an' divertin' our righteous fury. But we know them two varmints got people inna office wrapped aroun' they fingahs. Ta make it happen th' right way... Th' Outlaws way... we needed bargainin' leverage. [Doc holds up a title belt.] DH: Say hello to Mistah Bargainin' Leverage. BM: That was why we took out Thomas. Not ta cripple 'im... if we was set ta do that, he'd be crippled sho' 'nuff... but ta ensure our stake in a REAL showdown with them tinhorns. With th' titles, we can call our own shots. THAT was whut we needed. Now, we can git Thomas an' Sterlin' inna ring, an' on our terms. Ta hell with this sharin' with six other teams... I ain't a sharin' man. DH: Oh, ah'm sure Dan Thomas'll jump at that... jus' not anytime soon. [Holliday laughs at his own humor, while Brent pulls out a cell phone from a gym bag.] DH: Yeah, call us some room service at th' hotel, we got serious partyin' ta do! BM: You go ahead. I still got business ta attend. GS: But if all you want is the Epitome Of Cool taken out, and if you say you could have done it tonight, why on Earth didn't you? Seems awfully stupid to me. DH: Gina, ah don' insult yer intelligence. Don' insult mine. Ya know why. Ya know thet this was mah requirement. Brent woulda done 'im in then, but ah wanted it this way, on account of ah feel a need ta preserve a legacy. People go aroun' an' say these two are th' greatest tag team since they invented turnbuckles. We will not rest until thet distinction goes back whar it belongs, an' they's only one way ta make it happen. Ain't that th' truth? BM: THAT'S THE _DAMN_ TRUTH! GS: The new World Tag Team Champions are The Outlaws... and they've made their intentions clear. Back to you, Larry and Rick. [Gina hustles offscreen, because the life of a backstage intervieiwer during live PPV is a busy one indeed. Holliday sets about finishing his champagne as Maverick holds the phone to his ear, and someone answers on the other end. Mav gets down to a business demeanor.] BM: Cantazaro. This is Brent Maverick. ... yes, I know we're in th' same buildin', but we don't go runnin' around with seven tag teams all feelin' sour grapes on account of they got beat. ... yeah, we hear that a lot. ... Well, thank ya. I expect a contract befittin' a champion. ... Well, they can talk ta my agent, that ain't why I'm callin'. This has to do with the Epitome of Cool and when we get our hands on them in a team-on-team match, an' how it will happen, an' where it will happen. ... When I begin ta value yer opinion, I'll let ya know. No, we will tell you when it will happen, how it will happen, an' where it will happen. ... I reckon that all depends. Ya heard of "aggressive negotiations"? [On that note, we cut away.] [Scene: The scene opens to a shot inside the dressing room of RCW world champion, Juan Vasquez. He's seated on a bench, dressed in his familiar black-and-white tracksuit, putting the finishing touches to the tape wrapped around his hands and wrists. He tears off a strip with his teeth, before leaning back against the wall and spitting a piece of tape out. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and asks the question that's just about on everyone's mind.] JV: "Who's the better man?" [Juan drops his head and chuckles.] JV: Once upon a time, I knew that answer. [He sits up, holds out his arm, stares off into some wonderful place and dares us to envision! ...or something.] JV: Way back when, in a more innocent time, when I soared off that cage in St. Louis...when I seized that moment and Carpe Diem'd my ass into history...in that one moment, I don't think anyone had any answer but one. [A not too subtle point of the finger towards himself.] JV: Juan Vasquez. [He grins.] JV: For *one* moment in my life...I was the best. I knew, without any doubt, without any hesitation, without question, at that moment that I was the greatest damn thing goin' in that ring. The baddest motherf[bleep]er walkin' on planet Earth. And the saddest thing was when I realized that I probably was never going to be that good ever again. [He sighs.] JV: Ever since then, there's been doubt and there's been confusion. I fought Shane Destiny with an entire city in my corner, to just about the limit of my ability, with my pride, my reputation and my championship on the line...and I could only get a goddamn draw. I wrestled my best friend Luke Kinsey a week later in the most anticipated match in RCW history...and I barely escaped with that title by the hair o' my chinny-chin-chin. And people began to wonder if I really deserved this title or if I was just some lucky schmuck that was at the right place at the right time. [Juan chuckles.] JV: Luck don't have a damn thing to do with it, people. [He shakes his head.] JV: If it was all about skill, Shane would've pinned me in ten minutes. If it's all about plannin' and schemin' and taking every possible damn shortcut possible, Luke would be walking into the Fleet Center with the world title. [Juan looks at the camera with a slight smile.] JV: Shane? [The expression on Juan's face falls.] JV: He's a better wrestler than me. I'm not even gonna' argue that. [Juan sobers up a little, his humbleness more than a bit of embarassment for him.] JV: But that doesn't mean he's *better* than me. [He gives us a sheepish grin.] JV: He couldn't pin me. He couldn't make me quit. He did everything possible to put me down and failed. It's always going to be a matter of what's gonna' to break first. His body or my spirit. [Juan pounds his fist against his chest.] JV: And Luke? [His demeanor turns just a tad bit dark.] JV: There's a reason why Luke's never won a damn thing when it mattered. [He leans in close.] JV: Do you remember when he was fighting Chris Courtade? Do you remember when his brother got his back broken? Do you remember what Luke did after that? [The champion gives a sigh, the disappointment almost obvious on his face.] JV: He cried. He quit. He gave up and damn near went home. [He clenches his fists and grits his teeth.] JV: He needed an entire lockerroom to give him strength. He needed to hear thousands reassure him that he was still a f[bleep]in' man. When he still couldn't get the job done, he had to break his own mind in half in order to give him strength to do what was necessary. Something he could've and should've been able to do before his life was turned to hell. But that's just it, ain't it? [Juan gives us a quizzical look.] JV: Luke can't. He sits there and waits and waits and lets opportunity pass him by. He doesn't know how to seize that moment and make it his own. Whenever he grew, whenever he learned, whenever he takes any step forward, whenever he does great things...it's because someone or something takes him by the f[bleep]in' hand and shows him the way. [He counts off the names one-by-one.] JV: Dan Kauffman, Chris Courtade, Rick Perle, Shane Destiny, Ego MAX... [And he pauses, taking a second to laugh, because that's all he can do at this point.] JV: ...me. [Juan taps a finger to his temple.] JV: If the mind's strong enough...you can overcome anything. I tried to teach him that once upon a time, but poor Luke still can't understand that. [A sigh.] JV: That's why his words are so empty. That's why his desire falls so flat. That's why even with all the screamin' and yellin' and machismo being thrown around, he's still weak. That's why he thinks he needs Langseth and Greene and Anna and every damn crutch he can find to give himself a chance. After all, how the hell can you believe in Luke Kinsey, when he can't even believe in himself? [Juan grabs the belt and holds it up close to his face.] JV: I've kept this title for eleven months 'cause there ain't a damn person in this world that can convince me that I can't. They *tried* to break my body, they *tried* to break my spirit, they *tried* to tear apart my goddamn soul...but at the end of the day, I'm still Juan Vasquez. [He pauses, before speaking his finals words before what may be an end to his reign as world champion. His belief in these words never stronger.] JV: And I am that better man. [Fade out.] [Fade back in to Larry and Rick.] LVK: Rick, I haven't felt this nervous in a _long_ time, but it's time for the main event that _everyone_ has been waiting for. RP: Damn right! Let's do it! [Fade to David Stokes in the ring.] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time... time for the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! [Pop!] DS: It is a three-way match, to be fought under elimination rules... and is for the RCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOOOOORLD! [POP!] [Some soft piano music filters through the public address system, with a violin and a cello playing as well. As the music plays, the lights dim slowly. This continues for about twenty seconds, until the lights are completely out... and then we have silence... until.... ] # LEGEND KILLER!! # [HUGE POP!] # R-R-R-READY STEADY G-G-G-GO!! # [The strobe lights hit, as "Ready Steady Go" by Paul Oakenfold hits, and Shane Destiny slowly walks from the entrance... but he doesn't walk alone.] RP: Wait... who's that with Destiny? LVK: It can't be! [A huge "WELCOME BACK!" pop comes over the crowd... ... as Roxie is, once again, by Shane Destiny's side!] LVK: It's Roxie! Shane Destiny's wife has returned to RCW, and right by his side! RP: And she's not fat, either! I heard she had trouble losing that weight! LVK: Will you knock it off?! First Chris Courtade passes the Legend Killer name down to Shane Destiny, and now Roxie's back by his side! [Destiny is dressed in almost all white... white biker-style tights with his last name across the left thigh in a bold black type, white kneepads, and white boots. Even his wrist tape, normally black electrical tape, is white... although it's still electrical tape. The only thing not white is his black T-shirt... with "Legend Killer" across the chest, the same shirt given to him earlier in the night. Roxie is dressed in a floor-length white evening gown, to match Destiny. Destiny makes it down to the ring, with Roxie taking a corner. Destiny removes the T-shirt, gives his wife a big kiss, and then hops into the ring, ready for action.] DS: Introducing first... from Southern Pines, North Carolina... weighing in at 247 and three quarter pounds... accompanied by Roxie... please welcome... SHANE DESTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINY!! [Another cheer goes up. Then...] PA: This is for children who break rules, people that straight fool and every single teenager that hates school, maaaaaaaaan F[BLEEP!] OFF! #I JUST SAID UP YOURS BABY!# [HUGE HEEL POP! "Electric Head pt. 2" by White Zombie fires up in the Fleet Center as the house lights go down, the strobe lights go up and the place goes NUCLEAR. The entrance way explodes in a plethora of ear splitting pyro and two pinwheel type fireworks go off on either side of the stage and right on cue the The Franchise struts out. Luke Kinsey spins around once he fully steps out, and then points to the entrance way. For a moment there is no movement, but then the curtain is non-chalantly brushed aside, as the lovely if not somewhat bored Anna makes her way out. Kinsey grabs her by the hand and guides her out, then lets her do a little cat walk action to show off the duds: a white off the shoulder ruffled babydoll dress with matching stockings, as seen here http://www.snaz75.com/la-8745q-w.html . Please dear God, don't ask where that came from.] #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 fucker # #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [Kinsey is decked out in full length black tights, with "FRANCHISE" written in gold down the left leg. On the right leg is a gold-silvery hologram of a coiled snake, ready to strike. Both elbows are covered in black elbow pads, both hands in black fingerless gloves, both feet with black boots that reach mid shin. Over it all is a hip length, sequined, gold vest with "Loose Cannon" written in cursive on the back in black. Giving a wave to Anna, they begin their trek to the ring; Anna with a little glimmer in her eye and Luke with his eyes set on the ring, ignoring the fans screaming for his head. Once at the ringside area, Kinsey hops onto the apron in one step and holds the ropes open for his scantily clad valet, who looks to be wearing a huge stocking. She covers her bits, mostly, and ducks inside the ropes as Luke ascends the nearest turnbuckle and poses for a moment, then hops inside.] DS: From Syracuse, New York... accompanied to the ring by Anna... weighing in tonight at 234 pounds... he is the FRANCHIIIIIIIIIIIIISE... "COOL HAND" LUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! #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!# #Yeah - I want it# #Yeah - I need it# #Yeah - I love it# #Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you!# [As the Zombie dies off, Anna and Luke converge in the ring to talk strategy for a moment, and then she heads outside. Luke reaches out and high fives her, then spits on his gloved hands and rubs them together.] RP: Go time. [The lights in the arena go dark. The crowd roars in anticipation, as flashbulbs go off and the occasional teenage girl can be heard squealing in delight. Suddenly, the PA system hits...] Voice: "Same s[bleep], different toilet, yo'." [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!] "Mirror, mirror, on the wall...who's the top choice of them all?" ["Conceited Bastard" by Ras Kass begins to play as sparks spurt forth from the entrance. They clear out of the way just as a lone spotlight hits the entranceway, where we see the silhouette of a figure standing there with an arm held high into the air. The lights come back on, eliciting a deafening, frightening, "Holy crap, pre-anorexic Lindsay Lohan and Hillary Duff engaged in a passionate embrace while Amanda Bynes watches with aroused interest!" FACE POP~! from the crowd. There, we see the RCW world champion, "El Cholo" Juan Vasquez. Juan lowers his arm and stares out into the crowd, before a smirk appears on his face. Nodding to himself, he struts his way down that aisle, unleashing a mighty Cripwalk on his way down.] DS: And finally...from Los Angeles, California....weighing in at 238 pounds....HE is the RCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOORLD... "EL CHOLO" JUAN VASQUUUUEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ!! [HUGE POP! Juan's dressed in a black and white, Adidas tracksuit, with his hands heavily taped, a white towel wrapped around his neck, and he's wearing some pretty damn nice looking shoes. He points a finger out towards the crowd and spins around, before making it to ringside with a little "Who's yo' daddy?" in his step and some "Kneel before Zod!" in his strut. Juan climbs onto the ring apron, wiping his boots on the canvas and grabs the top-rope, before propelling himself into the ring with a seemingly effort-less somersault. He lands cleanly on his feet, knees slightly bent as he strikes a mighty pose. He moves off to a neutral corner and unfastens his belt. He gives it one last good, long look and kisses it, before handing it over to the referee.] ___ _ ___ ___ __ __ / __|| | / _ \ | _ \\ \_/ / | (_ || |__ | (_) || / \ / __________________\___||____| \___/ |_|_\ |_|______________________ / \ | World Heavyweight Championship | \____________________________________________________________________/ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ _ ____ ____ ____ _ _ ____ ___ | | | |__| |\ | | | |__| [__ | | | | |___ / (c) _| |__| | | | \| \/ | | ___] |_\| |__| |___ /__ _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| _ _ _ _ _ ____ _ _ _ _ _ ____ ____ _ _ | | | |_/ |___ |_/ | |\ | [__ |___ \_/ |___ |__| | \_ |___ | \_ | | \| ___] |___ | _ _ ___ | | ||_ -| \_/ |___| ____ _ _ ____ _ _ ____ ___ ____ ____ ___ _ _ _ _ _ [__ |__| |__| |\ | |___ | \ |___ [__ | | |\ | \_/ ___] | | | | | \| |___ |__/ |___ ___] | | | \| | ____________________________________________________________________ / \ | written by Fletcha | \____________________________________________________________________/ *DING DING!* [HUGE POP!] LVK: There's the bell, and BY GOD, THIS MATCH IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING! [The three men walk slowly towards the middle of the ring, and stop, each man's eyes going back and forth between his two opponents, all three of them looking determined and focused. Then Vasquez strikes, nailing Kinsey with a right hand! POP!] LVK: Vasquez strikes the first blow, and now he's trading punches with Kinsey! There's plenty of bad blood in this match, and most of it is between these two former friends! [The World champ backs Kinsey up with punch after punch, then whips him into the ropes. Kinsey comes rebounding back, but suddenly finds himself faced with not only Vasquez, but also Destiny. Both Juan and Shane drop their heads...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!* [...and send Kinsey high into the air, crashing down to the mat with a big back body drop! FACE POP!] RP: Hey! They're not supposed to be working together! LVK: I doubt it'll last for long Rick. Kinsey's obviously not too eager to take on both of his opponents at the same time, so he's rolled from the ring, and is looking to regain his bearings at ringside. [As Kinsey recoups at ringside, Destiny and Vasquez turn to look at each other, and Destiny breaks the ice...] *SMACK!* LVK: Knife-edge chop by Destiny! I told you Rick! [...which is eagerly returned with interest, and it's CHOPFEST TIME!] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* LVK: Destiny and Vasquez trading chops, and the fans are loving it! [Destiny's welt-inducing blows start to overpower Vasquez, allowing Destiny the opening to whip the World champ into the far corner. Juan's back hits the turnbuckles and a split second later Destiny charges in...] *THWAACK-THUUUDDD!!* [...only to be levelled as Vasquez comes charging out of the corner and leaps into the air, leg-lariatting Destiny across the face, sending him crashing to the mat!] LVK: LEG LARIAT BY VASQUEZ! RP: Destiny's easily the strongest man in this match, but he can't match speed with Vasquez! [Vasquez gets back to his feet, standing over the fallen Destiny, but suddenly gets nailed with a forearm to the back, before being hooked from the side...] *THUUUUDDDDD!!* RP: Kinsey back in with a SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ON VASQUEZ! LVK: And as is always the case in these three-way matches, it's going to be difficult for each man to keep his eye on _two_ opponents at the same time. [As if illustrating this point, Kinsey is met by Destiny, who drives an elbow into the Franchise's face, then whips him towards the corner. Kinsey reverses the whip, but Destiny keeps hold of his hand, spinning around and ducking under his own arm, effectively whipping Kinsey into the corner from close range...] *THAAP!* [...driving him chestfirst into the top turnbuckle. Kinsey staggers back out of the corner, still facing the turnbuckles...] *SMAAAACK-THUUUUUUDDDD!* [POP!!] LVK: ENZUILARIATOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!! RP: Lariat right to the back of the melon! OUCH! LVK: Kinsey's dazed, staggering, and... LOCKED IN A REAR WAISTLOCK BY DESTINY! [But before Destiny can punish Kinsey with one of his moments of head-droppery goodness, Kinsey fires a back-elbow at the North Carolina native's head, then another, and performs the standing switch...] LVK: Escape by Kinsey, and now _he_ has Destiny set up... NO! German suplex blocked by Destiny! RP: Luke's trying again... Nope! Can't get him up! [Realising he's probably fighting a losing cause, Kinsey reverts to a more simple and effective mode of attack...] *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!* LVK: Series of elbows to the back of the neck and head by Kinsey! [Leaving Destiny slightly hunched over and hurting, Kinsey runs and rebounds off the ropes across the other side of the ring, sprinting back and ducking under a Destiny lariat. But instead of rebounding again, Kinsey shows great awareness by seeing Vasquez recovering out at ringside, so launches himself headfirst over the top rope...] LVK: KIIIIIIIIIINSEY!! *flashbulb* [...tucking his head forward and coming down on Vasquez upside down and backfirst!] *UGGH-THWAAAP-THWAAAP-CLAAAANKK!!* LVK: OOOOOHHH!! KINSEY WITH A TOPE CON HILO ONTO VASQUEZ!! RP: Luke might have put on a few pounds and lost a second or two in outright speed over the years, but he can still do stuff like that, which shows you why he was once the best junior-heavyweight in the world! *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: What a fast-paced start to this match! [Kinsey and Vasquez lie slumped on the ringside mats, Kinsey on top of Vasquez, but rolling off of him as Destiny climbs out of the ring.] RP: Destiny's going out after them! LVK: He drags Kinsey up to his feet, and... *KAH-LAAAANNKKKK!!!* [BIG POP!!] LVK: ...WHIPS HIM BACKFIRST INTO THE STEEL SAFETY BARRIER!! [Kinsey arches his back, as fans reach out to touch him, before slumping forward to the floor. Destiny looks to continue to attack Kinsey, but sees Vasquez getting to his feet, so approaches...] *SMACK!* [...and nails the World champ with a STIFF CHOP across the chest! POP! Vasquez cringes, pulling a hand up to his chest, but then through clenched teeth fires back...] *SMACK!* [Yup you guessed it... CHOPFEST TAKE TWO!] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* [Until Vasquez ducks a chop and drives his knee up into Destiny's gut, doubling him over. He then grabs a handful of Destiny's hair, pulling his head up, then ramming it downwards...] *KLAAANNKKK!!!* [Hardcore pop!] LVK: FACEFIRST INTO THE STEEL RAILING GOES DESTINY!! RP: Bone and flesh hitting steel... it's like a symphony to this old man's ears! [We got a quick shot of Roxie, looking concerned. No sooner has Vasquez sent Destiny tumbling to the floor, clutching at his face, than he suddenly finds Kinsey charging back at him, hooking the World champ's head before Juan realises what's going on...] *THWAAAAAPPPPPP!!* [SHOCK POP!!] LVK: DDT ON THE FLOOR!! MY GOD, KINSEY SPIKED THE WORLD CHAMP!! RP: Make the most of calling Vasquez that, Van Keel. After tonight you won't be doing it anymore. LVK: We'll have to see about that. Kinsey is rolling Vasquez back in now, and he covers! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! Big kickout by Vasquez! [Face pop! The camera pans over to Destiny, who's down on his hands and knees at ringside, and blood is clearly visible, dripping from a cut above Shane's left eye.] RP: Destiny's been busted open! LVK: You sound like a giddy schoolgirl when you say that. RP: What? A guy can't enjoy some healthy, wholesome spilling of plasma? LVK: Not the way you enjoy it. [Kinsey whips Vasquez into the ropes and goes for a back bodydrop, but Vasquez anticipates it, launching over Kinsey...] LVK: Sunset flip! [...but Kinsey rolls right through it, back to his feet in a flash, with Vasquez still in a seated position, and fires a dropkick right at his face!] *THWAAAACKKK!!* [STIFFNESS POP!] RP: NICE! Dropkicked him right in the mug! [And to add insult to injury, Kinsey steps up onto Vasquez's face, as the World champ lies on his back on the canvas, and quickly spins on the spot! HEEL POP!] LVK: Twisting bootscrape by Kinsey! RP: I love it! [As Vasquez feels at his eyes, Kinsey drags the World champ up and leads him over to a corner, where he lifts him up and drapes him across the middle rope. With his head and legs poking out of opposite sides, Vasquez has nowhere to go, as Kinsey climbs up the ropes, steps over the top rope and down onto Vasquez's chest with one foot, then on his upper thigh with the other! BIG HEEL POP!] LVK: MY GOD, LOOK AT THIS! RP: I've heard of people stepping on others on their way to the top, but never like this! [Vasquez begins to cough and sputter, choking for breath as Kinsey's left foot slides down into the crook of his throat. The boos are loud and heavy, but Kinsey doesn't mind. He grins as he stands there and sticks both arms out wide, before yelling...] Kinsey: I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD! [HEEL POP!] LVK: This just goes to show that there is no limit to the shortcuts Luke Kinsey will take to get his hands on the World title! [Kinsey is all smiles, but his expression changes to surprise and dread as suddenly he feels two arms link around his waist from behind....] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: OOOOOHHHH!! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX BY DESTINY!! RP: Come on Luke, you gotta keep your wits about ya! LVK: He didn't, and he got punished for it! That suplex had extra force given Kinsey's elevated position, and he flew almost the whole way across the ring! RP: Destiny's covering! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! [Disappointment pop!] LVK: Only two, as Kinsey kicks out! [While the pin was going on, Vasquez has managed to slide free from the ropes in the corner, and collapses onto the arena floor. Back in the ring, Destiny waits for Kinsey to rise, then fires off an elbow shot...] *SMACK!* [...which Kinsey takes, before answering back with a right hand jab...] *SMACK!* LVK: Now Kinsey and Destiny are trading blows in the ring! RP: Vasquez is definitely the brawler in this match, but Kinsey can hold his own in a fistfight! LVK: As he's showing here, by overpowering Destiny with fists! [Whipping Destiny into the ropes, Kinsey stops him in his tracks with a spin kick that catches Shane in the chest. Destiny topples forward to the mat, and Kinsey runs at the ropes again, jumping up and springboarding into the air...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: LA QUEBRADA BY KINSEY! Hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-NO! [Face pop!] LVK: Kickout by Destiny! RP: Vasquez is back up on the apron! [The World champ grabs the top rope and slingshots himself up, into a springboard...] LVK: VASQUEEEEEEEZ- [...sailing right at Kinsey, who spins around and fires his right foot skyward...] *THWAAACK-THUUUUUUDDDD!!* [...catching Vasquez in mid-air with his patented superkick, the foot driving right into the World champ's chin and dropping him out of the air like a bird that's hit the windscreen of a Mack truck!! SHOCK POP!!] RP: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!! VASQUEZ DAMN NEAR LOST HIS HEAD!! LVK: INCREDIBLE!! VASQUEZ SPRINGBOARDED RIGHT INTO THE BIG BANG!! KINSEY COVERS!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOO!!!! [FACE POP!] LVK: Only two, but what a kick that was, and given extra impact by Vasquez's velocity! [Sensing that their hero might be in trouble, the fans roar into life...] *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* [Kinsey drags Vasquez up. Irish whip into the ropes is reversed by Vasquez, who ducks his head, looking for a back bodydrop. But Kinsey leapfrogs over him...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...only to be caught in Destiny's grasp and overhead belly to belly suplexed into the canvas! BIG POP!!] LVK: WHAT A SUPLEX BY THE SOUTHERN PINES SUPLEX MACHINE!! RP: Dammit, how are you supposed to wrestle in this match? You've got to have eyes in the back of your friggin' head! [Destiny climbs back to his feet, as Vasquez charges in...] *SMAAACK!!* LVK: OH! Vicious forearm shot catches Vasquez in the jaw! [And with Vasquez stunned, Destiny ducks in behind him, hooks on a rear waistlock, and lifts...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: GERMAN SUPLEX!! BRIDGED!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] LVK: Only two! RP: Destiny's pulling out all the stops now and showing us why he's the best damn suplexer in the sport! LVK: And there go Kinsey and Vasquez both out of the ring, looking for any escape from the onslaught of suplexes! [Climbing back to their feet at ringside just a few feet apart, Kinsey and Vasquez are in a daze as they back up, towards each other... and bump back-to-back! Upon coming together they both instinctively throw up their fists and spin around, ready to unload on each other. But the fists stay cocked, the two friends-turned-enemies glaring right at each other, an intense staredown taking place, until slowly they both turn their gazes on the man who is standing in the middle of the ring. Then they both climb up onto the apron, and through the ropes, as a MASSIVE DISBELIEF POP explodes from the crowd!] LVK: WHAT? RP: Am I seeing this? [With jaws dropping around the arena, the two former best friends turn back to each other and nod in unison, before setting their sights back on Shane Destiny, who can only stare in shock at what is developing before his eyes.] LVK: I don't believe it! Rather than tear into each other, Vasquez and Kinsey are going after Destiny! RP: They probably figure that Destiny is the biggest threat, and if they can eliminate him, then they can settle their differences one-on-one! [As Vasquez and Kinsey circle him, Destiny decides that attack is his best form of defence, lashing out at Vasquez with a forearm shot. But Vasquez blocks it and nails Destiny with a jab to the jaw, as Kinsey clubs him with a forearm to the back of the head. Destiny spins around to face Kinsey, and suddenly finds himself clamped in a Vasquez full nelson, as Kinsey backs up, then lashes out with his right boot...] *THWAAAACK-THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...the Big Bang superkick driving Destiny backwards into a headspiking Dragon suplex from Vasquez!] [THUNDEROUS POP!!!] RP: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! THE LIFE OF THE PARTY RIDES AGAIN!! LVK: Bridged pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [Mixed pop!] LVK: Only two, and I still can't believe my eyes! Vasquez and Kinsey are working together! [Leaving Destiny down and prone in the middle of the ring, his two opponents rush to opposite sides of the ring, both climbing out to the apron. Then simultaneously they both springboard into the ring...] *TTHUUUUUUDD-THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...Vasquez bringing a legdrop down across Destiny's throat, and Kinsey landing on his torso with a Frog Splash! Roxie looks mortified! MEGA POP!!] RP: HOLY DOUBLETEAM BATMAN! SUH-WEET MOVE!! LVK: And now Kinsey has the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Mixed pop!] LVK: Again Shane Destiny kicks out, but how much longer can he survive against the combined force of _both_ opponents? [And then... an amazing thing happens. Twenty thousand fans forget all about the fact that they hate Luke Kinsey with a passion. Caught up in the moment of seeing an impromptu Life of the Party reunion, they show their appreciation as loudly as they can...] *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* *L-O-T-P! L-O-T-P!!* LVK: MY GOD, LISTEN TO THIS!! RP: How could you _not_ listen to it? IT'S FRIGGIN' DEAFENING! [The chant ringing in their ears, Kinsey and Vasquez drag Destiny up off the mat, and the World champ pulls him into a standing headscissors. He lifts him up, Kinsey grabbing Destiny by the feet, and pushing down...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* RP: SPIKE PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! LVK: COVER BY VASQUEZ!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RP: THAT DID IT!! [BIG POP!] LVK: NO! NO! GIOFFRE SAYS IT WAS ONLY TWO!! RP: Damn, what's it gonna take to put Destiny out? [That's the question going through the minds of his opponents as well, as Kinsey and Vasquez start to jaw with each other, clearly frustrated. Kinsey gestures for Vasquez to pull Destiny up, which he does, but not far, just enough to lock on a Camel Clutch...] LVK: Vasquez with the Camel Clutch now... Kinsey into the ropes... [Kinsey comes charging in, and fires a running dropkick right at the face...] *THWAAAACKK-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...of JUAN VASQUEZ! MASSIVE HEEL POP!!] RP: Well, I guess that reunion's over. LVK: We were naive to think it was even happening. Luke Kinsey used the situation to his own damn advantage! RP: It's not his fault Vasquez is too damn incompetent to eliminate Destiny! [The boos of the fans ringing in his ears, Kinsey drags Vasquez up and attempts to whip him into the ropes. But Vasquez blocks the whip and turns it into a hiptoss... which Kinsey blocks. Kinsey tries for a hiptoss... blocked. Vasquez then succeeds with a hiptoss, but Kinsey flips right over and lands on his feet. He charges, and Vasquez drops his shoulder...] LVK: Backdrop sends Kinsey over the top rope to the floor... NO! Kinsey lands on the apron... *SMACK!* RP: Drives his shoulder through the ropes, into Vasquez's gut! LVK: And now Kinsey is locking on... SUPLEX OUT OF THE RING- [Relief pop!] LVK: But Vasquez blocked it! And now he lifts... *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: And suplexes Kinsey back into the ring! Vasquez up in a flash, into the ropes... *THUUUUDDDDD!!* LVK: AND DROPS A KNEE RIGHT DOWN INTO KINSEY'S FACE! [Taking a moment to regain his breath a bit, Vasquez then drags Kinsey up and whips him into the corner, and goes charging in...] *THWACK!* LVK: OH! Vasquez ran right into Kinsey's boot... *THUUUUDDDD!!* RP: And a nice swinging neckbreaker by Kinsey! LVK: He covers... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only two! [POP!] LVK: Both men up quickly now, and Vasquez firing away with punches! Ducks behind, hooks on the rear waistlock... [But Kinsey blocks the German suplex attempt by holding onto the ropes, so Vasquez leaps up and wraps his legs around Kinsey's midsection from behind, and hooks on a dragon sleeper...] LVK: DRAGON CLUTCH! VASQUEZ HAS IT LOCKED ON! [The fans roar in anticipation, as Kinsey keeps hold of the ropes, with all of Vasquez's weight on his back, and the dragon sleeper quickly taking away his bearings and breath. Whether by design or by pure luck, Kinsey lets go of the ropes, and falls backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [Surprise pop!] LVK: OOHHHHHH!!! Kinsey simply drove himself backwards, falling to the mat and squashing Vasquez with all of his bodyweight in the process! RP: Smart move, and it got him out of the submission hold! [Kinsey rolls to his feet first, and climbs out onto the apron. He grabs the top rope, but before he can springboard in, both of his ankles are suddenly grabbed by Destiny, who's been outside the ring recovering. He yanks on Kinsey's feet, pulling him down...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!* [...facefirst onto the apron!] RP: Dammit, where'd he come from? LVK: Kinsey goes down at ringside, and now Destiny is back in the ring! Vasquez back to his feet... and catches Destiny with a right, then a left, another right! He whips Destiny into the ropes- *THWAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!* [But instead of rebounding, Destiny goes flying over the top rope, which is now pulled down by Kinsey, who's using it to pull himself back up onto the apron! SHOCK POP!!] LVK: OH MY!! There goes Destiny crashing to the arena floor, as the action continues at a furious, frenetic pace! [Vasquez sees Kinsey climbing to his feet on the apron and approaches, reaching out, but instead of getting his hands on his foe, he instead has his head grabbed by Kinsey, who drops down to the floor...] *GURRRK-THUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...pulling Vasquez throatfirst across the top rope, choking him momentarily before the rope springs back, and the World champ is flipped onto his back!] LVK: Hot shot drops Vasquez in the ring... and Kinsey goes after Destiny! [Destiny is slowly rising to his feet as Kinsey approaches, grabbing Shane by the back of the head and thrusting him...] *KAH-LAAAAANNKK!!!* [...into the steel barricade! He keeps hold of Destiny's head and throws him towards the ringpost next...] *KAH-THUNNNKKK!!* [..which Destiny ricochets off headfirst, going tumbling to the floor.] RP: Kinsey's making Destiny his biznitch! [Leaving Destiny down on the ringside mats, Kinsey approaches the timekeeper's table, and suddenly pushes everything off of it, clearing it of objects. HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: I don't like the look of this! RP: I do! [He drags the table around sideways a bit, so that it's closer to the ring apron, and drags Destiny up, laying a few stiff right hands into his bloody forehead before laying the North Carolina native onto his back on the table. Then Kinsey climbs back into the ring and charges across to the other side, rebounding...] *SMAAAAAAACKKKK-THUUUUUUDDDDD!!!* [...but getting levelled by a huge lariat from the recovered Vasquez! BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: HUGE LARIAT FROM VASQUEZ TAKES KINSEY DOWN!! [And then Juan's eyes turn to the scene at ringside - Destiny laying prone on his back on a perfectly unbroken table. The temptation is too much.] LVK: OH BOY!! VASQUEZ IS CLIMBING TO THE TOP! [MEGA ANTICIPATION POP!! But as Vasquez starts to climb, Kinsey comes charging in from behind, and plants a forearm shot into the middle of the World champ's back. He then climbs through the ropes, out to the apron, and begins to climb the corner from the outside! HUGE SHOCK/ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: Kinsey's climbing up too! He nails Vasquez with a punch... and another... RP: HE'S GONNA SUPERPLEX VASQUEZ OUT OF THE RING- [But suddenly the fans roar even louder, as Destiny rolls off the table and walks the few feet between it and the corner of the ring where all of the action is taking place. Kinsey has Vasquez hooked in a front chancery, and is getting ready to lift, when Destiny pushes his head up between Luke's legs, grabs the thighs, and lifts, driving forward...] [...at the same moment as Kinsey lifts Vasquez off the corner...] LVK: OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! [...so that Destiny powerbombs Kinsey... who superplexes Vasquez...] *KAH-RUNNNNCCHHH-THWAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP-THWAAPPPPPPP!!!!* [...the World champ going crashing through the table, and Kinsey being driven into the floor powerbomb-style!] [THUNDEROUS SHOCK/HARDCORE POP!!!!] RP: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!! *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!!* LVK: INCREDIBLE!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BEGIN TO EXPLAIN WHAT JUST HAPPENED, BUT THE END RESULT WAS JUAN VASQUEZ BEING SUPERPLEXED THROUGH A TABLE AT RINGSIDE... AND LUKE KINSEY BEING POWERBOMBED ONTO THE FLOOR!! RP: That was... AWESOME! [The camera zooms in on the carnage - three wrestlers lying on the floor in various states of shock and disarray, amongst the smashed remnants of a wooden table. Then we get two quick shots, one of Roxie with her hands to her mouth, looking nervous and anxious, and then Anna yelling at Luke to get up. After a few seconds, Destiny slowly pushes up to his feet, breathing heavily and wiping away the stream of blood that is now seeping down into his left eye. He pauses, looking around, then drags up Vasquez and rolls him back into the ring. Destiny climbs in after him, and wastes no time in lifting the World champ up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Destiny climbs up to the top...] *OOOOPH!* [...but suddenly gets Vasquez's shoulder driven into his midsection. Juan pushes up to his feet on the middle rope, lifting Destiny up over his shoulder, holding his legs and then jumping out from the corner...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...swinging Destiny forward as he comes down, powerbombing him into the mat! HUGE POP!!] LVK: OH WOW!! A SECOND ROPE CHERRY BUSTAAAHHHHHH!!! HERE'S THE COUNT!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEE-NOOOOOO!!!!! [POP!] LVK: Destiny kicked out! INCREDIBLE!! [Vasquez is right back up to his feet, although he walks slowly back to the corner, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs as he then begins to climb the corner...] LVK: Vasquez is heading back to the top now- RP: Kinsey's back in the ring! [Vasquez is busy trying to balance himself up top, so doesn't see Kinsey charging at him until it's too late. Kinsey shows the kind of balance that once won him the World Light-Heavyweight belt, by running up the ropes in the corner, but as he reaches the top, Vasquez reacts out of desperation, hooking an arm under Kinsey's left armpit and lifting up and over...] *flashbulb* [...sending Kinsey into the air with the damndest hiptoss the world has ever seen!] *flashbulb* *TH-UGGH-WAP-CLANKK-KLAANNK-WAAPPP!!* RP: ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! LVK: GOOD GOD!! VASQUEZ LAUNCHED KINSEY RIGHT INTO THE SECOND ROW OF THE CROWD WITH A... A... TOP ROPE... RP: HIPTOSS~! A GODDAMNED TOP ROPE HIPTOSS~! LVK: Now I've seen everything. *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!!* [The camera searches for Kinsey amongst the sea of cheering, rabid fans and staff members, who're trying to keep the fans back from where Kinsey is lying amongst overturned chairs. Then the camera returns to the ring, where Vasquez is still up on that top turnbuckle. He steadies, turns around, and then launches into a backflip...] *flashbulb* *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!* [HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: MOONSAULT!! HE NAILED DESTINY WITH IT, AND NOW VASQUEZ HOOKS THE LEG!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP! Roxie claps her hands.] LVK: Shane Destiny continues to show great resiliency! RP: Forget that, what about poor Luke? He's out there with all those unwashed, beer-bellied fans, no doubt getting groped and prodded by their chubby little hands, and there's nothing he can do about it, because he just took ONE HELLUVA FREAKIN' FALL! LVK: Calm down Rick... I see Kinsey stirring now, and in fact he's climbing up to his feet slowly! RP: It's a miracle! Hallelujah brothers and sistahs! [Back in the ring, Destiny lies facedown on the mat, and Vasquez takes advantage of this by stepping onto the backs of his legs and pulling Destiny's legs up one at a time, hooking the feet around his own shins. He reaches down and grabs both of Destiny's arms, then rocks, once, twice, and pulls back... falling into a seated position with Destiny now on his knees, his legs trapped and his arms being pulled back painfully. Vasquez adds even more agony to it by pulling back with extra force and hooking Destiny's head with a dragon sleeper hold! HUGE SUBMISSION HOLD POP!!] LVK: What a hold! Look at the way it's stretching Destiny! I don't know if Destiny will be able to withstand much more of this! RP: Damn... that's gotta hurt like a mofo! [Suddenly Kinsey reappears up on the ring apron, and in a flash he springboards in...] *SMAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!* [HUGE FREAKIN' SHOCK POP!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! THE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK BY KINSEY NAILED DESTINY RIGHT IN THE CHEST, ADDING EVEN MORE LEVERAGE TO THE HOLD VASQUEZ HAS HIM IN!! RP: Yeah, but Vasquez didn't let go! He's still got Destiny all tied up! LVK: Kinsey back to his feet, into the ropes... *THWAAAACCKKKK-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [STIFF SHOT POP!!] LVK: BY GOD, THAT BROKE THE HOLD!! RP: A dropkick right to the back of the head'll usually have that effect! LVK: Not only that, but it might have knocked Vasquez out! Kinsey's covering! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEE-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! [BIG FACE POP!] LVK: But Vasquez kicks out just in time! RP: _So_ damn close! I thought that was it! [Kinsey punches away at Vasquez as the World champ climbs to his feet, dazed and wobbly. Luke leaps up, swinging his right leg around...] *THWAAACKKKK!!* LVK: ENZUIGIRI BY KINSEY! [The blow knocks Vasquez down to one knee, and before he even knows what's going on, Kinsey is on the other side of the ring, then charging back at him. Kinsey pushes off the outstretched knee of Vasquez with one foot, and aims a knee at the World champ's head...] LVK: SHINING WIZ- [POP!] LVK: BLOCKED BY VASQUEZ! [This sends Kinsey staggering backwards, off balance, and in a flash Vasquez is back to his feet, taking a step forward and unleashing a swinging right hook that would have made Mike Tyson proud in his heyday...] *SMAAAACKKKK-THUUUUDDDDD!!!* [THUNDEROUS POP!!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! WHAT A PUNCH!! RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSEY! [Kinsey goes flying across the ring, the force of the punch actually making him do a backwards roll, before flopping facefirst onto the canvas. Vasquez shakes his head to clear the proverbial cobwebs, then follows up, dragging Kinsey up by the ponytail and hooking on a front chancery. He hooks one leg and then lifts...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: FISHAMAAAAANSUPLEX! [Keeping the hold locked on, Vasquez swings his legs out to one side, swivelling and rolling to his feet, the chancery-leg-hook still applied...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [WE-LIKE-ROLLING-SUPLEXES POP!!] LVK: There's another! And Vasquez is setting up for a third now! [He lifts, but in mid-air, rotates Kinsey around and drops into a sit-out position, bringing him down with a bodyslam piledriver through his legs...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOHHHH!! TWO FISHERMAN SUPLEXES FOLLOWED BY A MICHINOKU DRIVER!!!! [But before the World champ can make the cover, Destiny is back in his face, unloading a stiff forearm shot to the face, then hooking Vasquez for a vertical suplex. He lifts, but in mid-air Juan floats over, falling down behind Destiny, grabbing his head as he falls...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [BIG POP!!] LVK: VASQUEZ COUNTERED THE VERTICAL SUPLEX BY DROPPING DESTINY WITH AN INVERTED DDT!! RP: Man, the counter wrestling in this match is OFF DA HOOK! LVK: Did you just say Off Da Hook? RP: I may have. LVK: Vasquez has Destiny in a front chancery now... *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* LVK: SNAP SUPLEX! He's holding on, rolling to his feet... HERE COMES ANOTHER! *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [WE-STILL-LIKE-ROLLING-SUPLEXES POPPAGE!!] LVK: Two snap suplexes... LIFTS DESTINY UP AGAIN- [But this time he lifts Destiny and pushes his bodyweight out in front, dropping him down chest and front-first in a gourdbuster...] *THUUUU-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...right onto Kinsey! BIG POP!!] LVK: OOOHHH!! He dropped Destiny onto Kinsey!! THE WORLD CHAMPION IS ON FIRE! RP: Now what's he doing? LVK: Heading to the top... he's left Kinsey and Destiny in a pile on the mat, and now he's sizing them up from up there on top! [With the fans going nuts, the entire arena a mass of excited, anticipating noise, Vasquez leaps, corkscrewing through the air, then flipping over backwards with his distinctive slow, arching, graceful moonsault style...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* RP: DESTINY MOVED! LVK: Yes he did, but Kinsey had no chance to get out of the way and TOOK THE FULL BRUNT OF THE CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! [In the blink of an eye Destiny is back to his feet and leaping into the air, bringing his right leg down...] *THUUUUUDDDDDD!!* [...right onto both Vasquez and Kinsey! POP!] LVK: And now Destiny nails both of his opponents with a double legdrop! [As Destiny climbs back to his feet, the other two lay in a pile, Vasquez on top of Kinsey, both wrestlers facedown but their feet pointing in opposite directions. Destiny steps over them and bends down, lifting Vasquez up under the arms and applying a Camel clutch. He doesn't hold Juan's head, but by sitting back pressure is applied to Vasquez's arms, draped across Destiny's knees. Under all of this lies Kinsey, his head out the other end of the pile... and in a moment of pure genius, Destiny grabs both of Luke's legs and pulls up on them, applying a Boston crab to him, while keeping the Camel Clutch firmly locked on Vasquez! INSANE SUBMISSION HOLD POP!!] RP: WHAT THE HELL?! LVK: LOOK AT THIS!! DESTINY HAS A BOSTON CRAB ON KINSEY _AND_ A CAMEL CLUTCH ON VASQUEZ, IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS AN INCREDIBLY INNOVATIVE DOUBLE SUBMISSION HOLD!! [Needless to say, both of Destiny's opponents are in a lot of pain, groaning and yelling as Shane sits back in a position of complete control, and the fans show their appreciation...] *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* [...the chant only dying out when Destiny is forced to break the hold, mainly out of exhaustion. A round of applause shows how much the crowd enjoyed the hold, and we see Roxie with a huge grin on her face at ringside.] LVK: Destiny breaks the hold, and Rick, he's lost a good deal of blood from that head wound, not to mention that this match has been extremely fast paced. RP: Are you kidding? _I_ need a rest! Assistant, get me a beer and a hot towel! LVK: Rick, you don't have an assistant. RP: You fired him? You BASTARD! LVK: You've never had an assistant. RP: Damn. LVK: Destiny's firmly in control now... he throws Vasquez from the ring... Kinsey is up, but groggy... Destiny grabs him- *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: EXPLODAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! RP: No cover though! HOLY CRAP! DESTINY'S GOING UP TOP!! LVK: You won't see this very often, but it just shows how important this match is! Destiny is willing to do something extraordinary to get the job done! [Destiny doesn't look overly comfortable scaling the corner, but he makes it to the top, steadies himself, and leaps...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [HUGE POP!!] LVK: TOP ROPE LEGDROP!! DESTINY HOOKS THE LEG!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NO! [Disappointment pop!] LVK: Shoulder up by Kinsey! RP: Come on Luke! [Destiny is slow to rise, but warily drags Kinsey up and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound and lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...which ends with a sitout powerbomb!] [MASSIVE POP!!] LVK: NORTH CAROLINA DEATHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!! RP: CRAP! CRAP! LVK: HE NAILED IT, AND HERE'S THE COVER- ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [?] [BIG MIXED POP!!] RP: ONLY TWO!! THANK GOD!! LVK: And now it's Luke Kinsey who's showing incredible resiliency! RP: Come on Van Keel, we _know_ that all three of these guys can take beating after beating and keep on ticking. We saw it with Destiny in his matches with Hannibal Carver, we've seen it time after time from Vasquez, like when he beat The Gremlin in the Rage in the Cage, and Kinsey overcame a _massive_ beating from Chris Courtade to end that bastard's career. LVK: You're right. In terms of stamina, durability and sheer guts and determination, I don't think you'll find any better than the three men in front of us right now. [Vasquez is back in the ring as Destiny climbs to his feet, and is met with a right hand to the face. Destiny fires back, and the punches start to fly. Destiny sends Vasquez into the ropes, and the World champ baseball slides between the Southern Pines Suplex Machine's legs, springing back to his feet as Destiny turns around, and stepping up off his right thigh with his left foot and swinging the right boot around...] *THWAAACKKK-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [STIFF SHOT POP!!!] LVK: GOOD GOD WHAT A KICK!! THE STEP UP ENZUIGIRI DROPPED DESTINY LIKE HE WAS SHOT!! [But in a moment of intense fighting spirit, Destiny springs right back to his feet, the adrenaline rushing for a second, before the effect of the blow kicks in, and he staggers, his knees threatening to buckle. Vasquez wastes no time ducking in behind, and locking on a full nelson...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: DRAGON SUPLEX!! VASQUEZ IS BRIDGING!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE- [POP!] LVK: SHOULDER UP BY DESTINY! RP: What the hell is it going to take? [Slowly rising, the sweat gleaming off his body as his chest rises and falls heavily with the effort of breathing, Vasquez leaves Destiny flat on his stomach, and grabs his legs, quickly intertwining them with his own to form an inverted Indian deathlock. SUBMISSION POP!] LVK: Vasquez is turning to an inverted Indian deathlock to try and finish Destiny. This is an extremely painful hold! [Vasquez, facing the same way as Destiny, slowly rocks back, applying more pressure to the hold. But suddenly Kinsey reappears, bouncing off the ropes to gain momentum and then charging at Vasquez...] *THWAAAAACK!!* [...nailing him with a Yakuza kick to the face, which of course knocks Vasquez backwards, eliciting a loud, agonizing cry from Destiny! POP!] RP: HOT DAMN! Did you see that? LVK: THE YAKUZA KICK FROM KINSEY DROVE VASQUEZ BACK, PUTTING INCREDIBLE PRESSURE ON THE SUBMISSION HOLD!! [Vasquez manages to keep his feet though, so Kinsey turns and goes running back into the ropes, again getting his speed up, and repeating the dose...] *THWAAAAACK!!!* [SHOCK POP!!] LVK: HE DID IT AGAIN!! RP: VASQUEZ IS STILL ON HIS FEET AFTER A _SECOND_ YAKUZA KICK!! AND LUKE'S NOT DONE!! HE'S GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!! LVK: HE'LL BREAK DESTINY'S LEGS!! [So for the third time Kinsey comes charging in, quickly kicking his legs at the last moment, driving his right boot towards Vasquez's head. This time the World champ ducks the boot though, and Kinsey stops, his leg dropping... and is quickly hooked around the waist by Vasquez, who lifts him up and over...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...driving him into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! THUNDEROUS DISBELIEF POP!!] LVK: MY GOD, VASQUEZ WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON KINSEY!! HE'S GOT THE BRIDGE!! RP: AND DESTINY'S STILL IN THE DEATHLOCK!! [What a sight it is - Destiny on his stomach his legs all tangled up and being bent impossibly by the force of the inverted Indian deathlock... Vasquez bridging back to the mat... and Kinsey flat on his back being held after the Northern Lights Suplex.] LVK: HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-NO! [THUNDEROUS MIXED POP!!] RP: KINSEY KICKED OUT, BUT DESTINY'S IN A WORLD OF HURT!! HE'S STILL TRAPPED IN THE DEATHLOCK! LVK: THE BRIDGE PUT INHUMAN AMOUNTS OF PRESSURE ON DESTINY'S LEGS!! [Destiny yells and growls in pain, as Roxie looks on almost with tears in her eyes, and Vasquez remains in the bridge, but then rolls away, their legs coming free.] RP: That had to hurt like a son of a bitch. LVK: Destiny is finally free of the hold, but he's in bad shape Rick. [Rolling away, Destiny holds onto one of his legs as he crawls towards the ropes, a look of panicked agony on his face. Meanwhile, Kinsey and Vasquez resume their battle, the World champ chopping away at Kinsey's chest a few times, then whipping him into the ropes...] LVK: Kinsey off the ropes... ducks the lariat... ducks a back elbow... [...and Kinsey springs off the middle rope into La Quebrada, but Vasquez runs forward, evading it, so Kinsey lands on his feet! AGILITY POP! Kinsey goes stumbling forward, towards the ropes on the other side, and Vasquez charges, only to be lifted up around the waist as Kinsey falls backwards...] *URRRRKKK!!* LVK: HOTSHOT BY KINSEY! RP: That's twice he's done that to Vasquez! Not only is it painful, but it'll make it hard to breath for a while! LVK: And with the insanely fast pace of this match, that puts the World champion at a _big_ disadvantage! [The hotshot staggers Vasquez, the World champ teetering on unstable legs in a daze, and Kinsey charges...] *SMAAAACK-THUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: VICIOUS LARIAT DROPS VASQUEZ!! RP: Luke's going for the pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE- [BIG FACE POP!] LVK: Kickout by the World champion! [The cheers quickly melt into panicked boos. Why panicked? Well, that would be because Kinsey has climbed back to his feet and is signalling for the Big City Driver, a confident grin on his face...] RP: YES! YES! DO IT! [Kinsey grabs a handful of the World champ's hair and starts to drag him up, but before he can get too far, Destiny suddenly comes charging over, spinning Kinsey around by the shoulder, planting a boot in his gut and lifting him up into a fireman's carry... and then dropping sideways...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: DEATH VALLEY DRIVAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! BY GOD, DESTINY _SPIKED_ KINSEY!! RP: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! LVK: OH! But the effort of lifting Kinsey up took its toll on Destiny's injured leg! He's in too much pain to follow up! [We see Destiny limping his way over to a corner, a grimace of pain on his face as he shakes out the left leg. Gritting his teeth, he pushes up to the middle rope, and then climbs even higher...] LVK: Look at this! Destiny's ignoring the pain and going back to the top! [But suddenly Vasquez charges the corner, unloading on Destiny with a big uppercut palmstrike, which knocks Destiny into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.] RP: Big mistake! [Vasquez climbs up to the middle rope, but Destiny fights back, driving a forearm shot into his face twice, the second one knocking Vasquez back to the mat. Vasquez pushes up to his hands and knees near the corner, but then Kinsey comes charging across the ring towards the corner, his sights locked on Destiny. Luke runs and pushes off of Vasquez's back, using him like a gymnast would use a vaulting horse... to gain height... height to drive his right knee into the side of Shane Destiny's head...] *THWAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!* [...the blow sending Destiny crashing from the top to the floor...] *THWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!* RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!! LVK: KINSEY USED VASQUEZ AS A SPRINGBOARD TO NAIL DESTINY WITH A FLYING SHINING WIZARD, KNOCKING DESTINY CLEAR OUT TO THE FLOOR!! INCREDIBLE!! *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!!* [After delivering the knee, Kinsey went tumbling back to the mat, but he's back to his feet now, and he drives a short, low dropkick into Vasquez, knocking him under the bottom rope to the floor. Climbing back to his feet, his two opponents both out on the arena floor, Kinsey takes a moment to pause and raise a fist into the air. A BIG HEEL POP goes up, but surprisingly there are actually a number of cheers. Gotta love those workrate fans.] LVK: The momentum of this match has swung back and forth between the three wrestlers more times than I can keep track of, and now it's Kinsey who's calling the shots. RP: As it should be! [Seeing Vasquez climbing to his feet near the ring apron, Kinsey grabs the top rope and slingshots himself out...] LVK: Pescado- [...but as he does so, Vasquez takes evasive action, ducking under the bottom rope and rolling into the ring at the same time. Kinsey manages to adjust his slingshot at the last moment, turning to land on his feet on the apron. Vasquez is up to his feet in a flash, and drives his shoulder through the ropes... but Kinsey sidesteps it and drives his boot up into Juan's face...] *THWAAACKK!!* [...driving him back away from the ropes, holding onto his face. Kinsey quickly grabs the top rope again, and springboards in... grabbing Vasquez by the head on the way down...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: SPRINGBOARD DDT DRIVES VASQUEZ FACEFIRST INTO THE MAT, AND KINSEY COVERS HIM QUICKLY!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE- [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: KICKOUT! RP: Damn, I thought that was it! I thought Vasquez was going to have to go back to the lockerroom and watch two other men fight it out to be the new World champion! LVK: Juan Vasquez will give every last ounce of sweat and blood in his body to retain his World title, you should know that by now Rick! RP: Don't worry, I know it. [Vasquez pushes up to his hands and knees and crawls over to the ropes, but Kinsey is right back on him, driving a boot into the champ's ribs, which draws a few boos. He then grabs Juan's head and pushes his face down onto the middle rope, before dragging sideways viciously! HEEL POP!] LVK: It looks like Kinsey is resorting to cheap tactics now in his efforts to get Vasquez to give up. [Juan goes tumbling back to the mat, clutching at his eyes, as Kinsey methodically stalks him, moving around to the side and then dropping a knee down...] *THUUUDDDD!!* [...right onto his forehead! Heel pop! Kinsey then pushes Vasquez into a corner, leaving him sitting with his back against the turnbuckles, and backs up a few steps. The fans know what's coming next, as Kinsey charges forward, raising his right boot...] LVK: RUNNING BOOTSC- *OOOPPPHHH!!* [...only to be stopped by Vasquez simply driving his fist upwards into unprotected territory! HUGE SHOCKED POP!!] LVK: OOOHHHH!! LOW BLOW BY VASQUEZ STOPS HIM IN HIS TRACKS! [Juan springs to his feet, pushing the stunned, open-mouthed Kinsey down to where he just was, quickly backing up, then charging forward...] *THUHH-WWAACKK!* [...driving his boot into the side of Kinsey's head and pushing it across Luke's face as his head turns sideways!] LVK: AND IT'S VASQUEZ WHO NAILS THE RUNNING BOOTSCRAPE! *THUHH-WWAACKK!* *THUHH-WWAACKK!* *THUHH-WWAACKK!* *THUHH-WWAACKK!* *THUHH-WWAACKK!* [RUDO~! POP!!] LVK: VASQUEZ IS REALLY GOING TO TOWN NOW, WITH A FLURRY OF BOOTSCRAPES!! RP: Luke made a mistake. You don't try to out-Rudo a guy like Vasquez. LVK: Well, Juan _was_ the undisputed King of Rudos for a long time! [Well and truly wedged into the corner, Kinsey looks hurt and dazed. He offers no resistence as Vasquez drags him up to his feet, then whips him across into the far corner, Kinsey hitting backfirst hard. Vasquez charges in...] *SMAAAACK!!* LVK: Vasquez now with a hard charging lariat into the corner! [Kinsey slumps facefirst to the mat, and Vasquez rolls him over onto his back, then leaps into the air...] LVK: STANDING MOONSAULT- *TH-OOOPPHH-UDDDDD!!* RP: EATS KNEES!! LVK: Kinsey got his knees up, knocking the wind out of Vasquez! Both men are slowly rising to their feet now... Kinsey whipped into the ropes... ducks the lariat... [Vasquez drops his head, going for a backdrop, but Kinsey sees it and backflips over his back, landing back on his feet. Vasquez turns around, but Kinsey is already leaping into the air...] *THWAAACK-THUUUDDD!!* LVK: SPIN KICK KNOCKS VASQUEZ TO THE CANVAS! RP: Luke's got him up again... hooking him and lifting him- *THUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [PANIC POP!!] RP: PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAHHHH!! OLD SCHOOL BAYBEE! LVK: AND THAT COULD DO IT!! HERE'S THE COVER BY KINSEY!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE- LVK: NO! KICKOUT BY VASQUEZ AGAIN!! [HUGE FACE POP!!] RP: Dammit! Come on! LVK: Destiny's still down at ringside, recovering from that awesome top rope Shining Wizard he received from Kinsey, and Luke Kinsey is looking to finish off the World champion! [We see a shot of Destiny flat out on his back on the ringside mats, then of Roxie looking concerned, and urging her husband to get up.] RP: That shining wizard was freakin' insane. LVK: Kinsey dragging Vasquez up again - the champ's groggy... [Kinsey ducks in behind, hooking one arm around Juan's waist, and looking to get the half nelson locked on... PANIC POP!] RP: HERE IT COMES! *OOOPPHH!!* [...but Vasquez swings a mule kick up into Kinsey's groin, preventing Luke from going through with the Big City Driver! POP!] LVK: Mule kick breaks it up, and just as well! RP: Damn right. Big City Driver equals goodnight! LVK: The same could be said for the City of Angels, _and_ Destiny's most devastating move, the Kismet Driver. [With Kinsey clutching at his groin as he walks gingerly on the spot, Vasquez moves in behind, hooks him under the armpit, and lifts...] LVK: BELLY TO BACK- [But before Larry can finish what he's saying, Vasquez walks forwards, towards the ropes, with Kinsey held high, and instead of falling back and belly-to-back suplexing him, he tosses Kinsey over the ropes...] *flashbulb* [...where he plummets towards the floor...] *flashbulb* [...but in mid-flight adjusts, so that he comes down on the shoulders of Destiny...] *THWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP-CLAAAANNNNKKKK!!!* [...taking him down with flying headscissors, sending Destiny tumbling forward and crashing into the steel railing!] [THUNDEROUS HIGHSPOT POP!!!] RP: HOLY GUACA-FREAKIN'-MOLE!! HOW IN BLUE HELL?!? LVK: SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!! [And the crowd, full of chants tonight, starts one that is rarely heard and usually reserved for only the best of matches...] *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* [The sort of chant that usually is taken up by smaller crowds, but forget that. Right now there's 20,000 adrenaline-pumped fans roaring it with all their might, caught up in the moment and loving every second of it.] RP: For once the fans are right! THIS _IS_ FREAKIN' AWESOME! [Kinsey climbs up onto the apron, holding onto the ropes and looking out at the crowd, clearly enjoying the reception. But suddenly Vasquez comes charging at him, dropping his head and shoulders and aiming between the top and middle ropes...] *SMAAAAAAAACKKKKK-THWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!* [...spearing Kinsey right to the floor!] LVK: AND NOW VASQUEZ SPEARS KINSEY _THROUGH_ THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!! JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER!! *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* *THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!* LVK: It seems like there hasn't been any type of pause in the action during this incredible match, which has been going for well over half an hour now, but _finally_ all three men are knocked down, off their feet at the same time! RP: These men are _athletes_ Van Keel. We're talking wrestling's equivalent of Michael Vick, LeBron James, Ichiro and... uh... screw hockey! [The first to rise is the ever-popular World champion, which draws a huge pop from the crowd. He's winded and hurt though, wincing and shaking out his right arm.] LVK: The spear through the ropes to the floor was a high risk move, and it might have hurt Vasquez! RP: Sure looks like he's favouring that right arm. LVK: His two opponents are still down on the floor, and- HEY! [A HEEL POP goes up as Vasquez suddenly finds himself face-to-face with a woman who he once included amongst his closest friends and allies in the world, his former valet Anna. Juan looks angry at first, but then his expression turns to one of being torn between emotions.] LVK: We saw a confrontation between these two earlier tonight, but now what's going to happen? RP: Go on girl, kick him in the yambags! LVK: Juan should hate her, but I can see it in his eyes... I don't think he _can_ hate Anna! Not after all they went through together. [Some emotional standoff huh? A real moment of human drama...] *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNKKK!!!* [...that is ended in one swing of a steel chair! MEGA-THUNDEROUS HEEL POP!!] RP: SWEET JIMINY CHRISTMAS! WHAT A FREAKIN' CHAIRSHOT FROM KINSEY!! LVK: HE USED ANNA AS A DECOY AND ABSOLUTELY _DECIMATED_ VASQUEZ WITH A CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! [The boos are still ringing out as Marc Gioffre rolls from the ring, grabbing the chair out of Kinsey's hands...] LVK: Is Gioffre going to disqualify Kinsey? RP: NO! PLEASE NO! [Gioffre admonishes him, throwing the chair away and warning him that if he does it again, he _will_ disqualify him.] LVK: A final warning, but dammit, Kinsey deserved to be disqualified! RP: A wise decision by the ref. *phew* [The camera zooms in to show Vasquez lying facedown on the ringside mats, eyes glazed over and the only sign of life his slow breathing. Kinsey doesn't get a chance to follow up though, as Destiny re-enters the fray, stunning Kinsey with a series of chops and forearm shots, then rolling him back into the ring. Destiny climbs back in, but is met by a knee to the face as he climbs through the ropes. Kinsey snapmares him to the mat, then steps back...] *THWAAAACKK!!* LVK: OH! Hard kick right to the spine of Destiny! [The blow causes Destiny to arch his back in pain, as Kinsey moves around to the front, and unleashes a kick aimed at Destiny's head. Shane ducks it though, then...] *THUUUUUDDDD!!* [...sweeps Kinsey's legs out from under him. Destiny pushes up to his feet, as Kinsey does the same, and Destiny keeps the advantage by grabbing him in a gutwrench and lifting...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [FACE POP!!!] LVK: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB BY DESTINY!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [Disappointed pop! They both climb to their feet, and Kinsey lashes out with a front kick, but Destiny catches his foot. In one movement, he throws the foot skyward, causing Kinsey to be flipped over backwards... where he lands on his feet! They both charge together, Kinsey ducking under an elbowshot, and both men turning around again, Kinsey the quicker to react. He thrusts his right boot towards Destiny's head...] *THWAAAAAAAACKKKKK-THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* [MEGA BIG MOVE POP!!!] RP: BIG BANG BAYBEE!! BOOYAH!! LVK: KINSEY'S PATENTED SUPERKICK WAS RIGHT ON TARGET, AND DESTINY WENT DOWN HARD! [But instead of going for the pin, Kinsey rolls Destiny onto his stomach, then hooks both his arms in a double chickenwing, before leaning in and pushing his head between Destiny's shoulderblades and flipping forward, landing in a bridge position and wrenching Destiny's arms upwards... a move some might call the Cattle Mutilation, but here in RCW that'd be...] LVK: GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE!! KINSEY'S GOT DESTINY TRAPPED IN THAT DEVASTATING SUBMISSION HOLD!! RP: It's tapout time! [Facedown on the canvas with his arms being wrenched up towards his head, bending the way they're not meant to be, Destiny can do nothing but scream in pain. Marc Gioffre drops down to the mat, getting right in Destiny's blood-crusted, red and pained face, asking the question...] LVK: How much of this can Shane Destiny take? RP: He's gotta tap! Gotta! [But what Gioffre doesn't see... what Kinsey doesn't see... what Destiny definitely doesn't see... is Juan Vasquez climbing his way to the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner, his eyes showing that he's barely conscious after the chairshot he just took, almost running on instinct right now. Some of the fans see it and start to roar in anticipation, as Vasquez wobbles up top, looking like he might just flop facefirst onto the floor from a great height, but then steadying himself... and leaping...] *flashbulb* *flashbulb* [...flipping forward through the air, completing one full flip...] *flashbulb* [...and rotating to come down with a big splash...] *THU-SMACK-UDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...right down onto the bridging, defenceless Luke Kinsey!] [SHAKE-THE-FOUNDATIONS SHOCKED POP FROM HELL!!!] RP: ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HOLY FREAKIN' SHIT!! LUKE! LUUUUUUKE!!! *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!* LVK: My... Oh... My God... [Kinsey writhes on the mat, screaming in pain, as Vasquez lies on his side nearby, winded by the impact and gasping for breath. Destiny is still facedown, savouring the escape from the submission hold, as Roxie slaps the apron with both hands, urging on her husband.] LVK: I can't believe what just happened! Juan Vasquez with that big 450 splash... right onto Kinsey, who was bridging, his arms tied up with Destiny's in the George Washington Bridge. I mean... wow... RP: He could have _killed_ Luke dammit! LVK: Kinsey's in a lot of pain, understandably, but I don't see any type of signal from the ref that would indicate a serious injury. I can only hope that Kinsey managed to somehow free his arms in the split second before Vasquez hit, because otherwise we would almost certainly have seen both Kinsey and Destiny with broken arms. RP: _Broken_ arms? Jesus Van Keel, I'm surprised Luke's arms didn't come popping off like the arms on my little sister's Barbie doll when I was a boy! [Gioffre is down on one knee, checking on Kinsey, who still writhes in agony, his arms clutched against his body. Vasquez seems to have caught his breath, because he crawls over, pushing Kinsey down in a cover...] LVK: HERE'S THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Marc Gioffre thrusts two fingers skyward!] [MEGA DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!] LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! KINSEY SOMEHOW KICKED OUT!! RP: I'm in awe. Luke Kinsey is a freakin' God! [Vasquez slowly rises, looking at Gioffre as if to say "you've got to be fucking kidding me". At his feet, Kinsey groans as he rolls onto his side, his arms obviously still giving him hell. Vasquez looks down at his fallen foe, but then over to Destiny, who's rising a few feet away...] LVK: Vasquez is going after Destiny now... nails him with a punch or two... whips Destiny into the- NO! Reversed by Destiny... [Vasquez comes rebounding back, and Destiny scoops him up into a tilt-a-whirl, the World champ going spinning around in a blur, before coming back to land on his feet in front of Destiny, who fires off an elbowshot, which Vasquez ducks, spinning around and grabbing Destiny across the front, before driving him down backfirst to the mat, sweeping his legs out to give it more force...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: S-T-OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!! RP: Cover by Vasquez!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE-NO!! [Mixed pop!] LVK: Kickout by Destiny, but Vasquez can sense the end is near! He's dragging Destiny up again... whip into the ropes- reversed by Destiny, who sends Vasquez into the corner- [Vasquez doesn't hit the turnbuckles though, instead showing great agility to be able to leap up to the top turnbuckle in one jump. He barely touches the top rope before pushing off it, back into the air, flipping over backwards...] *flashbulb* [...with a moonsault aimed at Destiny...] *flashbulb* [...but Destiny ducks out of the way... leaving Luke Kinsey, who has only just made it back to his feet behind Destiny, to take the full brunt of it...] *THWAAAACKKKK-THUUUUUDDDDDD!!* [...only Kinsey manages to leap up and dropkick Vasquez out of the air at the last second!] [DEAFENING HIGHSPOT POP!!!] LVK: OH MY GOD!! RP: YEAH! YEAH LUKE! LVK: HE DROPKICKED VASQUEZ MID-MOONSAULT!! RP: CRASH AND BURN BABY! [Kinsey spots his opportunity as Vasquez staggers up to his feet. He grabs the World champ from behind, hooking a rear waistlock with one arm, and using the other to apply a half nelson... PANIC POP!] RP: BIG CITY DRIVER- LVK: WAIT! DESTINY! [And again Kinsey is prevented from nailing his big move, as Destiny catches him from behind, hooking on a rear waistlock. In a moment of deja vu from the last Impact, Destiny lifts up Kinsey just as Luke lifts Vasquez... meaning two men get taken off their feet and lifted backwards...] *THUUUUUDDDDDDDD-THUUUUDDDDDDD-THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...the end result of which is Kinsey and Vasquez both being nailed with German suplex-like moves, the three wrestlers ending in a pile. MEGA-THUNDEROUS POP!!!] LVK: GOOD GOD... DEJA VU! THAT'S THE MOVE THAT ENDED THE MATCH ON OUR LAST IMPACT!! RP: And all their shoulders are down again! LVK: HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CONFUSION POP!] RP: NOT AGAIN! LVK: Wait! Wait! What's Marc Gioffre signalling here? [Gioffre points at Vasquez, then does a "shoulder up" signal before holding up two fingers. POP! He does the same after pointing at Kinsey. BOO! Then he points at Destiny... ...and repeats it again! HUGE POP!] LVK: THEY _ALL_ GOT THEIR SHOULDERS UP!! RP: YES! YES! I LOVE IT!! [So do the fans, as they cheer their lungs out. Destiny is the first wrestler up, and he drags Kinsey closer to the corner, before climbing to the top. He steadies, then leaps...] *THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOOHHHH!!! SHANE DESTINY MOONSAULT MISSES EVERYONE!! RP: Maybe he oughta stick to suplexes. [Kinsey and Destiny rise to their feet, Destiny in pain as he clutches at his chest. Luke ducks in behind, hooks on the one-armed rear waistlock, then the half nelson, then lifts...] [...using the arm behind Destiny's head to roll him forward in mid-air....] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [...and coming down in a sitout position, with Destiny dropping on the back of his neck and head!] RP: BIG CITY DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [MASSIVE POP!!] LVK: KINSEY NAILED IT!! THAT'S IT FOR SHANE DESTINY!! [Kinsey climbs to his feet, and in a normal one-on-one match that probably _would_ be it for Destiny, but of course this isn't - there's a third man in the ring. He charges at Kinsey...] *SMAAAAAACKKK-THUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...hitting him with a spear that knocks Kinsey clean off his feet, and sends him sprawling to the mat! FACE POP!!] LVK: _HUGE_ SPEAR BY VASQUEZ! RP: Dammit! Luke had it won! [Vasquez lifts Kinsey and sits him up on the top turnbuckle, and starts to climb...] *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-THUUUUDDDD!!* LVK: Flurry of short punches by Kinsey, and Vasquez falls back to the mat! [Vasquez rushes back in, but right into Kinsey's boot, and Kinsey then grabs him by the head, pulling him into an inverted facelock. But before he can launch off into his spinning inverted DDT, the Ego Trip, Vasquez lashes out in desperation, driving his right leg up over his head...] *THWAAACKKKKK!!!* [FACE POP!!] LVK: Kick by Vasquez breaks up the Ego Trip! And now the champ's climbing up with Kinsey! [Vasquez pushes up to stand on the middle rope, and blocks a punch from Kinsey. Kinsey tries another, but Vasquez ducks it, pushing his head into Luke's gut and then lifting him up and over his shoulder. Kinsey slides down his back, but is stopped by Vasquez grabbing his legs with one arm, then hooking Kinsey's head behind his back with the other, Kinsey now trapped upside down...] RP: ARGGHHHH!! [...and then Vasquez leaps out backwards from the corner...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...dropping into a sitout position, as Kinsey's head is spiked into the mat behind him!] [SHAKE-THE-MOTHERFUCKING-FOUNDATIONS FACE POP!!!] LVK: MY GOD! MY GOD!! CITY OF ANGELS FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!! RP: NO! NO! NOOOO!! LVK: COVER BY VASQUEZ!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Marc Gioffre holds up... ....THREE FINGERS~!] [MASSIVE FREAKIN' FACE POPPAGE!!] LVK: THREE! THREE! KINSEY IS ELIMINATED!! RP: NO! This can't be happening! This is Luke's night! THIS IS LUKE'S NIGHT GODDAMMIT! LVK: So he kept telling everyone. It looks like Luke Kinsey's quest to hold World title gold is going to have to wait for another night! RP: But... but... RAAARGHH!! LVK: Rick, no matter how much you protest, the fact remains that Luke Kinsey is gone from the match... and that means that either Juan Vasquez or Shane Destiny will leave the Fleet Center tonight with the most coveted prize in all of wrestling! [Kinsey is barely moving as he's helped over to the ropes by Marc Gioffre. Out of the back come running Mark Langseth and Colby Greene. HEEL POP!] RP: _Now_ there's gonna be hell to pay! HERE COMES CLUB ELITE!! [They jog down to ringside, but instead of climbing into the ring, they tend to their fallen leader, helping him off the apron and taking hold of him from either side, before slowly leading him up the aisle, Anna in tow.] LVK: You were saying? RP: Dammit! They should be raising hell! LVK: Right now they're concerned about Kinsey, who took the hardest City of Angels I've ever seen. I wouldn't be surprised if Luke spends the night in hospital. RP: *sigh* LVK: I do have to say Rick, that I'm surprised that Club Elite didn't play a bigger role in this match. I have a sneaky suspicion though that they were under strict orders from Kinsey _not_ to interfere in the match. No matter how easy it is to hate the guy, you've got to respect the fact that he wanted to win the title by himself. RP: Bah, screw that. He _didn't_ win it by himself, so that tells me he should have used the might of Club Elite to get the job done! [While this insightful banter is going on, Vasquez slumps with his face against a turnbuckle in the corner, breathing heavy as he tries to regain his composure. Across the ring, Destiny is only now getting up to one knee, Roxie watching him with an expression that shows she's overwhelmed by nerves and concern.] LVK: It's down to Vasquez and Destiny now, although neither man looks in a hurry to get things going again. In fact, Destiny looks in _very_ bad shape after taking the Big City Driver just moments ago. [Vasquez turns back towards the middle of the ring and slowly walks there. He stops, waiting for Destiny to get up, in a great show of respect.] LVK: The war between Luke Kinsey and Juan Vasquez is intensely _personal_, but there's no doubt in my mind that the rivalry between Vasquez and Shane Destiny is the greatest in wrestling right now. They went 60 minutes to a draw at Collision in Cali, and have never quite been able to settle the debate over who is the best wrestler in the world. [Destiny finally pushes up to his feet.] LVK: NOW THEY'RE GOING TO SETTLE IT ONCE AND FOR ALL! VASQUEZ AND DESTINY FOR ALL THE MARBLES, _RIGHT NOW_!! [Shane winces as he moves his neck, before taking a step forward towards the middle of the ring. His eyes lock on those of the World champ, as they take a deep breath, both men readying for the task ahead. But before they can make any kind of offensive move, the crowd kicks into life again, with alternating chants...] *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* LVK: Hold onto your seats folks, because we're one pinfall away from knowing who is the best wrestler in the world, and knowing who will walk away from Glory as heavyweight champion of the world! [Finally they lock up, and Vasquez gets the advantage, whipping Destiny into the ropes. He leaps up to leapfrog Destiny, who just holds onto the ropes. Vasquez can do nothing but let gravity do its job, falling back to the mat, which is when Destiny charges...] *SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK-THUUUUUDDD!!* [...nailing Vasquez with a _killer_ lariat, the blow knocking Vasquez head over heels, and dropping him right on his head!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! SHADES OF CHRIS COURTADE!! RP: It looks like that t-shirt isn't the only thing Destiny got off the Redneck Bastard tonight! [He drags Vasquez up by the arm and whips him into the far corner, a split second later charging in and lifting his left knee...] *THAAAAP-THUUUDDD!!* [...but Vasquez ducks the jumping kneestrike, leaving the knee to collide with the top turnbuckle. Destiny goes tumbling to the mat, yelling in pain and clutching at the knee.] LVK: OH! Down goes Destiny, and it looks like he's done further damage to that knee! RP: It's been bothering him since he was trapped in the Indian deathlock earlier, and we know that Destiny's had trouble with his left knee in the past. LVK: He first injured it while playing college football for Duke, and has blown it out on more than one occasion over the years. [Vasquez sees what's going on, so waits for Destiny to climb back to his feet, Shane gingerly trying to put weight on the left leg. That's when Vasquez strikes...] *THWAACK-THUUUDDDD!!* LVK: OH! Low dropkick by Vasquez, right to that injured knee! RP: I thought these guys liked each other? LVK: They _respect_ each other, but they'll still do whatever they can to be World champion. [Vasquez rolls Destiny, who's grunting and gritting his teeth in pain, over onto his stomach, grabs the left leg, and applies a single leg Boston crab! SUBMISSION POP!] LVK: LIKE THE TRUE PRO HE IS, VASQUEZ IS GOING RIGHT AFTER THE WEAK SPOT, TRYING TO FINISH THE MATCH BY MAKING DESTINY TAP OUT!! [The camera zooms in on Destiny's face, the blood now freshly running down one side of his face as he strains with agony. Teeth clenched, he shakes his head to tell Marc Gioffre no.] LVK: Can Destiny hold on, or escape? [Gioffre asks the question again...] [...but Destiny lunges and makes the ropes! BIG POP!!] RP: ROPE BREAK! [Both wrestlers climb back to their feet, Destiny looking troubled about the left leg, as Vasquez runs into the ropes, coming rebounding back...] *THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...but being scooped up into a flash tilt-a-whirl sitout powerbomb!!] LVK: NORTH CAROLINA DEATHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE-NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] RP: How'd Destiny do that with his knee so banged up? LVK: Well, the North Carolina Deathride is a quick move, so Vasquez's weight wasn't on Destiny for any real length of time. RP: I'm still impressed! [Both men are up again, and Destiny keeps the advantage with a hard elbowshot to the face, then another, before grabbing Vasquez by the head...] *THUUUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker. But no sooner have they both hit the mat, than Destiny rolls Juan over onto his stomach and floats over his back, and in a flash he applies a crossface hold, while pulling Vasquez's own arm across his throat to choke him...] [MASSIVE FINISHER POP!!] LVK: DESTINY STRANGLE!! RP: SWEET JESUS, HE'S GOT IT LOCKED ON!! IT COULD BE GOODNIGHT FOR VASQUEZ!! [This time it's Vasquez that the camera zooms in on, to show the strain on his face as he tries to fight the pain, as well as trying to stay conscious. With his free arm he reaches desperately for safety, but finds the ropes out of reach...] LVK: This could be it! This could be the biggest moment in Shane Destiny's career! [Marc Gioffre asks the question...] [...and Vasquez manages to reach around with his legs, putting his right foot on the bottom rope! MASSIVE FACE POP!!] LVK: HE MADE THE ROPES! RP: Man, that was _close_. LVK: Shane Destiny knows it. He realises he was only inches away from becoming World Heavyweight champion! [Slowly rising, sweaty, tired and bloody, Destiny drags Vasquez up, and pulls him into a standing headscissors. Then he lifts...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...nailing the powerbomb rapidly, so as not to put too much weight on his left leg. But no sooner has Vasquez hit the canvas backfirst, than he is rolling right back to his feet!] LVK: VASQUEZ IS RIGHT BACK UP AFTER THE POWERBOMB! [Staring right at Destiny, Juan clenches his muscles and lets loose a fired up, determined roar! HUGE FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!!] LVK: THE WORLD CHAMP IS FIRED UP! [Juan charges forward...] *SMAACK!* [...right into an elbowthrust to the face, but again it has no effect! He fires back with one of his own...] *SMAAACK!!* [...which rocks Destiny on the jaw, turning his head sideways. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he turns back and fires one off...] *SMAAACKK!!* [...this one nailing Vasquez with even harder impact!] LVK: DESTINY AND VASQUEZ ARE STANDING TOE-TO-TOE AND ELBOWING THE LIVING HECK OUT OF EACH OTHER!! RP: STRONG STYLE~! *SMAAACKK!!* *SMAAACKK!!* *SMAAACKK!!* *SMAAACKK!!* [Back and forth the elbowshots go, each one a bit harder than the last. Then suddenly they both turn and run into the ropes, coming charging back and spinning around, each swinging an elbow for the other's head...] *SMAAACK-SMAAAACK-THUUUDD-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [...both finding their marks, and dropping both men simultaneously!] [HUMONGOUS POP!!] RP: HOLY SCHNIKIES!! LVK: DOUBLE ROARING ELBOWS AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* [The camera zooms in both men from above, Juan blinking as he stares up at the overhead lights through glazed-over eyes, Destiny with his eyes shut, and his entire face now covered in thick, oozing blood.] LVK: My God, look at Destiny! RP: Those elbows really opened up the cut on Destiny's forehead! He's bleeding like a goddamn faucet! [Vasquez raises his head, looking like he's about to get up, but then just flops back to the mat, too exhausted to do anything.] LVK: We know both of these men have amazing stamina - we've seen them go for 60 minutes in one match - but I don't know if they're going to be able to continue right now! [Marc Gioffre steps between the two men, and starts to count!] *ONE!* *TWO!* *THREE!* *FOUR!* *FIVE!* [The fans start to panic, screaming for the wrestlers to get up.] *SIX!* [Vasquez rolls onto his stomach, then pushes up to his hands and knees...] *SEVEN!* *EIGHT!* *NINE!* [BIG FACE POP!!] LVK: VASQUEZ IS UP! He breaks the count! RP: Thank God for that. This match deserves a winner dammit! [As Vasquez hunches over, breathing heavily and clearly still disorientated, Destiny uses the ropes to pull himself up, testing out the left knee, but wincing as he puts weight on it. The blood from his face starts to stream down his glistening torso. Roxie slaps the apron with both hands, yelling "Come on Shane, you can do it baby!"] LVK: Oh man, Destiny is a _real_ mess. [Vasquez moves in on Destiny, ducking in behind him and then sweeping his legs out from under him! MIXED POP!] LVK: Down goes Destiny again... Vasquez is like a shark that smells blood! He's got his sights locked in on that injured knee! [Dragging Destiny away from the ropes, Vasquez holds onto one leg, before starting to apply a figure four leglock! The fans pop in anticipation, but before Juan can spin around and lock it on, Destiny uses his free leg to push on the champ's butt, sending him staggering into the corner... hitting the top turnbuckle facefirst!] LVK: Destiny escaped before Vasquez could get the figure four on! RP: He had to, because he has no hope in hell of surviving the figure four with his knee banged up like it is! [Vasquez is staggered near the corner, and Destiny rolls up to one knee, then up to his feet, limping as he moves towards Vasquez. The champ spins around, but can't react before Destiny's arms wrap around him... and he is lifted...] *THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY DESTINY!! RP: Going back to what works! LVK: Now the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE-KICKOUT! [POP!] LVK: It wasn't enough! RP: Surely Destiny realises that he needs to put Vasquez away quickly, before Vasquez can get any type of submission hold locked onto the knee. [Vasquez is up quickly, and runs into the ropes, coming charging back at Destiny. He ducks under a lariat from Destiny, and stops, spinning around and latching a rear waistlock on him. But before he can attempt the German suplex, Destiny fires back an elbow, then another, breaking the hold. Destiny spins around, applies a front chancery, and lifts...] LVK: OH! No go on the vertical suplex... Destiny can't lift Vasquez! RP: The knee! [Having released Vasquez, Destiny grimaces as he takes the weight off his left knee, reaching down to feel at it instinctively. This gives Vasquez the opening he needs, ducking in behind Destiny and applying a half nelson, before lifting Destiny and throwing him backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...spiking him _right_ on the top of his head, Destiny's body sticking skywards before flopping over to the mat! HUGE GODDAMN HEAD-DROPPING POP!!] RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!! LVK: THE HALF NELSON SUPLEX DROPPED DESTINY _HARD_ ON HIS HEAD!! MY GOD!! RP: Vasquez is going for the pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE- [Mixed pop!] LVK: NO! Destiny kicked out! RP: He's like a freakin' bad guy from a horror movie! I know... Vasquez needs to cut him up and hide bits of his body in different places around the world! THAT'LL STOP HIM! LVK: Calm down Rick. RP: CALM DOWN? _CALM_ DOWN?! ARE YOU WATCHING THE SAME MATCH I AM, VAN KEEL?! LVK: I sure am! IT'S A MODERN-DAY CLASSIC! [Destiny lies facedown on the mat after the kickout, and Vasquez improvises, stepping over the left leg and hooking it in a step-over hold, before falling down onto Destiny's back and locking on a facelock! SUBMISSION HOLD POP!!] LVK: S-T-F!! RP: IT'S OVER! DESTINY CAN'T SURVIVE THIS! [The fans are all on their feet, waiting for the bell, as Marc Gioffre scampers about on his stomach, mere inches from Destiny's straining, pained and bloodied face, asking the question over and over...] [...Destiny says no...] [...Destiny still says no...] [...and reaches the ropes with his free leg! BIG POP!!] LVK: HE MADE THE ROPES!! RP: Man, I'm in complete awe. [They both climb to their feet, Destiny limping on one leg, but realising that he can't survive for much longer, lashes out with a desperation elbowshot...] *SMACK!* [...that finds its mark, stunning Vasquez! He throws another...] [...but Vasquez ducks it, hooking Destiny from the front and side, then lifting him up...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dumping him! POP!] LVK: EXPLODAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! [But in a moment of adrenaline-fuelled fighting spirit, Destiny pops straight back up to his feet, forgetting about the ungodly pain his left leg, and charges right at Vasquez...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...only to be hoisted into a torture rack, then quickly spun out into a piledriver!] LVK: DIRTY SANCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!! RP: Can we say that on television? LVK: We're on pay-per-view Rick, and anyway... RP: Nevermind, I'll tell you later. LVK: HERE'S THE COVER BY VASQUEZ!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE-NO! SHOULDER UP!! [BIG POP!!] LVK: Somehow Shane Destiny keeps finding the true _grit_ to keep hanging in this match by a thin thread! [Vasquez rolls Destiny over onto his stomach, grabs him by both legs, and sits back...] LVK: OOOOHHHH!! BOSTON CRAB!! RP: IN _BOSTON_! OH THE IRONY! [IRONICALLY-NAMED-SUBMISSION HOLD POP! Roxie is beside herself, biting into one balled up fist anxiously.] LVK: Vasquez is really wrenching back on both legs! [Destiny isn't just straining with the pain this time - he's screaming with the agony. Marc Gioffre is back to his belly-to-the-canvas in-the-wrestler's-face position, looking for the tap or the word from Destiny...] [...Destiny refuses to surrender...] [...still refuses...] [...reaches for the ropes, but comes up short!] [...crawls forward... still short!] [...really grits his teeth and uses all of his determination in one last effort to make the ropes...] [...and makes it! THUNDEROUS POP!!!] LVK: WOW! RICK, WE ARE WITNESSING SOMETHING SPECIAL RIGHT HERE! AN AMAZING DISPLAY OF COURAGE AND DETERMINATION! RP: It's something else alright. [His eyes wide and showing the disbelief at what's going on, Vasquez pushes up to his feet and staggers over to a corner. There he slumps against the ropes for a moment, before straightening up again, and flexing his right arm, slapping the bicep slowly and methodically, his eyes locked on Destiny as he slowly rises... then he charges!] LVK: LARIAAAAAAAT- *THWAAACKK!!* [...but instead of being the helpless prey Vasquez was expecting, Destiny offers up a counter-strike, driving an elbowshot towards the charging champion, the point of the elbow meeting with the inside of the bicep...] "ARRRGGHHHHHHHH" [...which sends Vasquez tumbling to the mat, then out of the ring to the floor, screaming in pain as he clutches at the arm!] LVK: OH MY!! DESTINY COUNTERED THE LARIAT WITH AN ELBOWSTRIKE, AND IT LOOKS TO HAVE DONE SOME DAMAGE TO THE WORLD CHAMPION'S ARM! RP: Remember, Vasquez hurt that arm when he speared Kinsey through the ropes to the floor! That elbow just made it worse... a helluva lot worse by the looks of things! [Vasquez paces back and forth at ringside, a worried grimace on his face as he shakes out the arm. He's so preoccupied with the pain that he doesn't see Destiny come charging across the ring and drop into a baseball slide...] *THWAAAACK-KLAAAAANKKKK!!!* [MASSIVE POP!!] LVK: OOOHHHH!! BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK DRIVES VASQUEZ INTO THE STEEL RAILING _HARD_! RP: Van Keel, I think the momentum of the match has swung back to Destiny! He withstood all the punishment to his knee, and now he's found a weakness in Vasquez! LVK: I think you could be right! [Destiny rolls out, and now it's his turn to be the hunter after the kill, as he whips Vasquez into the steel ringpost....] *KAH-LAAANNKKK!!* [HARDCORE POP!!] LVK: SHOULDERFIRST INTO THE POST GOES VASQUEZ! RP: Impacting on the bicep too! Destiny senses victory! LVK: He rolls Vasquez back in now, and climbs in, into the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEE-NO! ONLY TWO! [POP! They both get up, and Destiny rams his elbow into Vasquez's face a couple of times, before pulling Juan's right arm across his own throat, and hoisting him up into a Torture Rack position... MASSIVE PANIC/ANTICIPATION POP!] LVK: OH! HE HAS HIM UP- [But in a panic, Vasquez wriggles and frees his arm, dropping off of Destiny's shoulders, to his feet!] LVK: NO! VASQUEZ ESCAPES THE KISMET DRIVER! [Destiny turns around, as Vasquez runs into the ropes, rebounding and throwing out his right arm...] RP: LARIAT- [...which Destiny ducks under and grabs hold of at the same time, using the limb to take Vasquez down to the mat, pushing him onto his stomach on the canvas and yanking the arm back across Juan's own throat, while applying the crossface hold!] LVK: DESTINY STRANGLE! DESTINY STRANGLE! [THUNDEROUS PANIC/ANTICIPATION POP!!] RP: HE'S GONNA TAP! HE'S GONNA TAP! [Gioffre assumes the position, asking the question...] [...but in a panicked hurry, Vasquez reaches out with his other arm, pulling Destiny slighty forward with him, and grabs the bottom rope! HUGE POP!] LVK: GOOD GOD, HE ESCAPED! RP: Who would've thought this match would come down to Vasquez and Destiny trading submission holds? LVK: Not me. But they're both such excellent all-round wrestlers that you never know what you're going to get, apart from an _awesome_ match! [Again they're both back to their feet, and Vasquez goes on the attack with a series of left-handed punches, but they don't have the same effect as his usual right-fisted blows, and Destiny blocks the fourth punch, then kicks Vasquez in the gut, before grabbing his head...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* LVK: ACE CRUSHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! [THUNDEROUS POP!! Destiny rolls to his feet, dragging Vasquez up, and again hooks him in the cut-throat hold, before hoisting him up...] LVK: DESTINY'S SETTING UP FOR THE KISMET- *THUUDDDD!!* RP: HIS KNEE GAVE OUT! LVK: He just didn't have the strength in that injured knee to get Vasquez up! RP: How much is that going to change things? Destiny's Kismet Driver has been neutralised! [With Destiny doubled over, clutching at his knee, Vasquez moves in behind and yanks his head back into an inverted facelock, then hoists Destiny up inverted suplex-style, before dropping him down Michinoku Driver II-style...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [BIG MOVE POP!!] LVK: THAT'S THE INCREDIBLE BOMB II!! A MOVE HE USED WHEN MASQUERADING IN A MASK OUT WEST A FEW YEARS BACK!! RP: Whatever it is, it might be the end of Shane Destiny's World title dream! LVK: HERE'S THE COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE- [BIG POP!!] LVK: NO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM SHANE DESTINY!! *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* [Vasquez drags Destiny up again, pulling him into a standing headscissors then reaching down and grabbing him around the waist...] LVK: Vasquez going for a powerbomb, or possibly a piledriver... lifts- BLOCKED! [Vasquez lets go of Destiny, slumping against his back, too exhausted to try anything else, resting on him for a few seconds. Then with a gritting of his teeth, he summons all of his energy for another lift... which is also blocked, sending the crowd into an excited frenzy. Sucking in a big lungful of breath as he concentrates all of his strength on one last attempt, Vasquez lifts...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!* [...and drops him with a powerbomb! MASSIVE POP! He folds Destiny over, pushing his legs down and folding him up like an accordion!] LVK: BIG POWERBOMB, AND HERE'S THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-DESTINY KICKS OUT!! [This time Vasquez doesn't hesitate before immediately climbing to his feet, and doing the ol' cut-throat hand signal, drawing a HUGE reaction from the crowd. He drags Destiny up, the challenger now a bloody mess, his face and chest splattered with blood, and his white trunks even featuring several big crimson smears. Vasquez hoists him up over his left shoulder, letting Destiny slide down before catching him by the legs, then reaching around...] [...but finding that the pain in his bicep means that he can't hook Destiny's head! A frustrated grimace comes over the World champ's face as he tries again, but still can't get his arm back! SHOCK POP!!] LVK: OOOHH!! LOOK AT THIS! VASQUEZ CAN'T DO IT! [Vasquez winces in pain again, but suddenly finds Destiny sliding down his back further, his legs coming free. Destiny swings his head down between Vasquez's head, grabbing him by the thighs, and pushes his feet up under Juan's armpits...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDD!!* LVK: SUNSET FLIP BY DESTINY!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-VASQUEZ ROLLS THROUGH!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE MIXED POP!] RP: Oh man, my heart can't take much more of this! [They both roll right back to their feet, and Destiny leaps into the air...] *THWAAAACK!!* [...dropkicking the right arm of Vasquez, eliciting a howl of pain from the champ!] LVK: DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE ARM! RP: BRUTAL! [Clutching his arm to his chest, Vasquez is really hurting, and unable to offer any kind of resistence as Destiny grabs him in a rear waistlock...] *THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!* LVK: GERMAN SUPLEX, AND DESTINY HOLDS THE BRIDGE!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [HUGE POP!!] LVK: NO! ONLY TWO! [Slowly both men rise to their feet, and Destiny keeps on the attack...] *SMAACKK!!* [...by unleashing a hellacious chop to Vasquez's chest!] RP: Holy crap! We've been going for close to an hour and Destiny can _still_ throw chops that'll strip the flesh right off your chest! LVK: Remember fans, there's no time limit on this match. We'll go all night if that's what it takes to find a winner! RP: The way these two keep kicking out before the three count, we _could_ be here all night! LVK: Destiny backing up Vasquez with another chop now... OH! And Vasquez answers back! *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!* [Back and forth go the chops, each one a bit harder than the last, as both guys, despite being bloody and exhausted, engage in a little game of "I can hit harder than you". But Destiny puts a stop to that, firing another of his hard, sharp elbowshots, which catches Vasquez on the temple!] LVK: WOW! What a shot! [Backing up a step, Destiny then lunges forward, spinning...] *SMAAAAACKK!!* [STIFF SHOT POP!!] RP: ROARRINGO ERBORRRUUUUU!!! LVK: MY GOD, HE _DRILLED_ VASQUEZ! [Vasquez takes a step to the right, his leg buckling but somehow managing to keep him upright as he staggers, eyes glazed over in dreamland. Destiny runs into the ropes, cocking his elbow as he comes charging back...] *SMAAAAACKKKKKK-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!* [...right into a massive lariat! HUGE POP!!] LVK: BUT VASQUEZ ANSWERS BACK WITH A _BONECRUNCHING_ LARIAT!!! RP: These guys are just trying to beat the ever-living crap out of each other now! [Both men are down again, Vasquez wincing and holding onto his arm as he lies flat on his back, Destiny lying with his blood-splattered face pressed against the mat, eyes half open and showing no signs of life.] LVK: Vasquez threw the lariat with his sore right arm, and while it laid out Destiny, it's left Vasquez in a lot of pain! *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* [Like bone-weary mountain climbers making those last few steps up to the summit of Mt Everest, Vasquez and Destiny return to their feet. Vasquez swings a punch, but it's blocked by Destiny, who fires in an elbowshot...] *SMAAAACK!* [...that catches Juan right in the nose! The camera captures it perfectly, as a big wad of blood goes flying from the nose, and Vasquez drops to a knee instantly. MASSIVE SHOCK POP!!] LVK: OH MY GAAAAAAAWD!! WHAT A VICIOUS ELBOW, AND I THINK IT MIGHT HAVE BUSTED VASQUEZ'S NOSE!! RP: No doubt about it! Vasquez's honker is _smashed_! [Vasquez brings a hand up to his nose and grimaces instantly, blood now splattered over his hand. He spits a big wad of blood and snot onto the canvas, as Destiny moves in again...] *SMAAAACK!!* [SHOCK POP!!] LVK: ANOTHER ELBOW, RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF VASQUEZ'S HEAD!! RP: I told ya Van Keel, they just wanna _hurt_ each other! LVK: Oh boy, the blood is streaming from the nose, and with Destiny having already been wearing the crimson mask for much of the match, we've got a bloodbath on our hands! [Vasquez is a mess as Destiny continues to pummel him, then backs up, before lunging forward and spinning...] LVK: ROARING ELBOW- RP: DUCKED! [...and in a flash Vasquez hooks a rear waistlock on Destiny, and drops him on his head...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!* [THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!] LVK: OH BOY!! VASQUEZ WITH A DESPERATION SUPLEX, SENDING DESTINY ACROSS THE RING WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! RP: HE _DUMPED_ HIM! LVK: Just when you think the World champion can't possibly fight back, he does! [Spitting more blood onto the mat, Vasquez wipes his nose with his forearm, and goes after Destiny. He leads him over to the nearest corner, then hoists him up into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, before climbing up, much to the enjoyment of the fans! BIG POP!] LVK: Vasquez has Destiny up top, and now is going up there with him! [Juan climbs to the middle rope, driving a punch into Destiny's head, then another, before making the cut-throat signal. DEAFENING ANTICIPATION POP!] RP: Oh man, he ISN'T! [Then he pushes his shoulder into Destiny's gut, and starts to lift him up and over...] LVK: YES HE IS!! VASQUEZ IS GOING FOR A CITY OF ANGELS FROM THE TOP!! [The Fleet Center is in chaos, as every fan in the place surges to their feet, screaming their encouragement. But as Vasquez lifts Destiny up, he doesn't quite manage to get him over his shoulder, before Destiny hooks both arms around the champ's torso, blocking it. Then he plants his feet, and hoists Vasquez up...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!* [MEGA-THUNDEROUS POP!!!!] LVK: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RP: HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!! LVK: TOP ROPE POWERBOMB BY DESTINY!! MY GOD, HE TURNED VASQUEZ'S ATTEMPTED TOP ROPE CITY OF ANGELS INTO A TOP ROPE _POWERBOMB_! [Having landed on his feet on the mat while Vasquez was powerbombed, Destiny immediately crumpled to the mat afterwards, clutching at his left knee. Now, in a lot of pain, he sees Vasquez sprawled on his back, and fights back the pain, crawling over and flopping onto him...] LVK: HERE'S THE PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RP: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!! [...] LVK: NOOOOO!!!! GIOFFRE SAYS TWO!! SOMEHOW... _SOMEHOW_ VASQUEZ KICKED OUT!! RP: NO FREAKIN' WAY! [The fans go absolutely nuts at seeing Gioffre with two fingers thrust into the air, and the camera zooms in on Destiny's face, the look of disbelief showing through the mask of crusted blood. Roxie can't believe it either, dropping her pretty face into both of her hands.] LVK: I've run out of superlatives! How does a man get _powerbombed_ from the top rope and then kick out? HOW? RP: Beats me Van Keel. Both of these guys are freaks of nature as far as I'm concerned. LVK: Look at it - Destiny has lost a _lot_ of blood, he can barely walk on his left leg... Vasquez has a broken nose and is now covered in his own blood, and has a right arm that's causing him a lot of pain. Add to that the fact that we've been going for more than an hour now, an hour of fast-paced, hard-hitting action... just wow. [Destiny is the first up, understandably, and he yanks Vasquez up to his feet, slamming his right forearm into the champ's broken nose viciously, then applying the cut-throat hold, and hoisting him up into a modified torture rack... MASSIVE PANIC/ANTICIPATION POP!!] LVK: DESTINY'S GOING TO FINISH IT- [...but Vasquez grabs the top rope desperately, refusing to let go as Destiny tries to yank him towards the middle of the ring!] LVK: VASQUEZ IS HOLDING ONTO THE ROPES FOR DEAR LIFE!! RP: IF DESTINY CAN GET HIM AWAY FROM THEM, HE'S GOT IT WON! LVK: BUT VASQUEZ REFUSES TO LET GO! [Finally Destiny concedes that Vasquez has won the moment, dropping him back to his feet. But in a flash he hooks both of Juan's arms behind his back and then lifts him up and throws him backwards...] *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [MASSIVE POP!!] LVK: TIGER SUPLEX!! DESTINY HAS IT BRIDGED!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO! NO! VASQUEZ GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!! [THUNDEROUS POP!!] *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* *LET'S GO JUAN!* *SHANE DES-TIN-Y!* [Slowly the two bloodied gladiators push up to their knees, just a foot or two between them. Bloodied, and exhausted beyond belief, the two men resort to the only thing that's left... they start to punch each other. One tired right hand is followed a couple of seconds later by another, each ineffective but still rocking the tired warriors back on their shins.] LVK: I'd say that both men are out on their feet, but they're not even on their feet, they're down on their knees! RP: They're running on fumes right now Van Keel. Pure instinct. [Punch... rock back... punch... rock back... punch... rock back... and so it goes until warily they both push up to their feet, and Vasquez's punches overpower Destiny, the World champ's superior brawling skills giving him the advantage. Destiny rocks back and forth on wobbly legs, like a prizefighter ready to be knocked out, and that's just what Vasquez has in mind, backing up, then charging forward with a big haymaker...] [...which Destiny ducks! And in one fluid motion he wraps Juan's arm around his own throat, and hoists him up into a torture rack, before dropping sideways...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and driving Juan headfirst into the mat with a cut-throat inverted Death Valley Driver!] [SHAKE-THE-FOUNDATIONS POP!!!] LVK: KISMET DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! RP: OH MAN, IT IS _OVAH_! LVK: HERE'S THE COVER FROM DESTINY!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [...] [MEGA-THUNDEROUS SHOCK/DISBELIEF POP!!] LVK: FOOT ON THE ROPES!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! RP: NO FUCKING WAY! LVK: JUAN VASQUEZ SURVIVED THE KISMET DRIVER!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! [Destiny sure can't, his eyes as wide as saucers as he sits hunched on his knees, staring right at Marc Gioffre. The fans, meanwhile, have swung right back in favour of their beloved World champion...] *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* *LET'S GO JUAN! LET'S GO JUAN!!* [Still gaping in disbelief, Destiny pushes up to his feet, takes a step forward, and then the toll of the match all catches up with him at once...] *THUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!* [...and he flops facefirst to the mat.] RP: Vasquez survived the Kismet Driver, but he's still easy pickings if Destiny could follow up... but he can't! It's all too much! LVK: Fans, we're running _well_ over time, but the producer has told me that we're going to stay here with the match as long as it takes. RP: Damn right! I'm exhausted just sitting here watching the match, but at the same time, I don't really want it to end! It's just too damn awesome!' [Faced with both wrestlers being down on the mat, unmoving, the fans roar back into life...] *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!!* [Until finally both wrestlers start to stir, and begin the gruelling, painful effort of climbing up to their feet. It takes a good 10 seconds for them to make it, and it looks like the simple act of walking will be too much for them, until... suddenly Vasquez roars into life, leaping up and swinging his right leg around...] *THWAAACK-THUUUUUDDDDDD!!* LVK: OOOHH!! VASQUEZ WITH AN ENZUIGIRI OUT OF _NOWHERE_!! RP: JESUS! LVK: But can he follow up? Can he even get back to his feet? Both men are down again, and... WAIT! VASQUEZ IS GETTING UP! [A MASSIVE ROAR goes up from the crowd as Juan struggles up to his feet, then staggers his way over to the nearest corner. Finding it hard to breath through his broken nose and the blood that's crusted around it, he pauses to rest against the ropes, glances behind him at Destiny, who's still sprawled on his back, then takes a deep breath... and pushes up and starts climbing...] RP: No freakin' way... HE'S GOING UP TOP!! [Juan struggles to climb, his foot slipping and almost sending him crashing back to the mat, but he catches himself and pushes on, making it to the top, but as he plants his second foot up on the top rope, the fans ROAR... as they see Destiny back to his feet and staggering towards the corner...] LVK: VASQUEZ UP TOP... BUT NOW DESTINY IS UP! [Looking like a drunk who's been through a meat-grinder, the bloody North Carolina native staggers towards the corner, and collapses against the ropes a few feet from it. So he doesn't reach Vasquez, but the effect is still the same, as the ropes wobble...] *OOOOPHHHH!!* [...and Vasquez falls crotchfirst onto the top turnbuckle! MASSIVE SHOCK/SYMPATHY POP!!] LVK: DESTINY HIT THE ROPES, CAUSING VASQUEZ TO BE CROTCHED IN THE CORNER!! [Destiny staggers the last couple of steps into the corner, faced with Vasquez's back, as the champ sits facing out of the ring, his face a mask of intense pain. Destiny reaches up and grabs Juan's head from behind, pulling it down and turning sideways so that Vasquez comes to rest on his shoulders in a torture rack, his right arm being pulled down across his throat. Then in a split-second Vasquez is lifted away from the corner...] [...Destiny's right leg threatening to give out, his teeth clenched and his face straining as he fights to keep upright... taking a step away from the corner...] *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!* [...and dropping Vasquez in the middle of the ring!] [SUPER-DEAFENING MOTHERFUCKING POP!!!] LVK: KISMET DRIVAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! HE NAILED VASQUEZ WITH A _SECOND_ KISMET DRIVER!! RP: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [...] *DING DING DING!!!!!!* [The Fleet Center erupts into a pop that threatens to lift the roof off the damn place, as the fans release the tension that's been building over the last hour-plus of exhilirating, back and forth action!] LVK: IT'S OVER!! IT'S FINALLY OVER, AND SHANE DESTINY HAS WON IT!! SHANE DESTINY HAS ENDED JUAN VASQUEZ'S NEARLY-YEAR-LONG REIGN AS CHAMPION, AND CAN NOW FINALLY SAY THAT HE _IS_ THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD!! [Rolling off of Vasquez, Destiny flops onto his back, blinking up at the overhead lights, the enormity of the moment overwhelming him. Then he rolls to his feet, as his beloved Roxie joins his side, ignoring the mess of blood covering her husband as she embraces him in a congratulatory hug.] LVK: Shane Destiny has fulfilled his lifelong dream, and has finally become the World champion of the number one wrestling promotion in the world! What a moment this is, as Roxie joins her husband in the ring... [Marc Gioffre reappears, the shiny, gold title belt in his hands, and he presents it to Destiny, Shane's eyes showing a look of almost disbelief that the belt is now his. He looks at it for a moment, like a child on Christmas morning, then asks Roxie to help him put it on. She does, doing up the belt behind his back, the impressive gold faceplate glistening amidst a sea of flashbulbs, as David Stokes makes it official...] DS: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and *NEW* RCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORLD... SHANE DESTIIIIIIIIIIIINYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! [Another huge pop goes up at the announcement, followed by a deafening chant...] *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* *DES-TIN-Y! DES-TIN-Y!!* [With every fan in the place on their feet chanting along, Destiny stands in the centre of the ring, the belt around his waist, his beloved wife by his side, and a huge smile breaking through the blood and sweat covering his face. But then suddenly Destiny breaks away from his wife, hurrying over to where Vasquez has stumbled up to his hands and knees, feeling at the back of his head. Destiny crouches down, placing a hand on the back of Juan's head, and utters some inaudible words.] LVK: Look at this... you can just see the respect these two men have for each other. Even after all they've been through tonight- [But suddenly Juan's arm shoots out, and pushes Destiny away! SHOCK POP!] LVK: What? RP: I don't think Vasquez is too happy about losing the title! [Destiny backs away, looking a little shocked, as Vasquez pushes up to his feet. A bitter frown on his face, he glares at Destiny, the tension thick in the air. For a few seconds, neither man makes a move, but then Destiny shoots out his right hand, offering it for a handshake. Vasquez looks at the hand, then at Destiny, back to the hand...] [...and shakes it! Then he steps forward, and the two men hug! THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!] LVK: What a moment! Two men who've fought in one of the greatest matches in RCW history right here tonight, who've given every ounce of their blood and sweat to try and beat each other... showing the ultimate sign of respect! [As they continue to hug, suddenly the cheers turn to boos. Into the ring climbs Luke Kinsey, still dressed in his wrestling gear, a hateful sneer on his face.] LVK: What the hell does Kinsey want? [Stomping over to Vasquez and Destiny, Kinsey first pushes Juan angrily, then Shane, yelling at them angrily, as the fans respond with a MASSIVE HEEL POP!] RP: He's clearly not a fan of heterosexual man hugs. LVK: He has no right being out here, dammit! If he wants to be here, he should show respect to the new champion, or get the hell out of the Fleet Center! [Destiny and Vasquez both look more than a little pissed off by this turn of events, turning towards Kinsey, shoulder to shoulder.] LVK: These two men have just competed in one of the most gruelling matches I've ever seen, but despite that I don't think Kinsey will want to pick a fight with both of them! *SMAAACK-SMAAAACKK-THUUUDDD-THUUUDDDD!!* [That's the sound of Vasquez and Destiny both being hit from behind...] LVK: LANGSETH AND GREENE OUT OF THE CROWD!! CLUB ELITE WITH THE PEARL HARBOUR ON DESTINY AND VASQUEZ!! [DEAFENING HEEL POP!! Club Elite stomps away at their downed foes, as Roxie scampers out of the ring, a huge look of concern on her face.] LVK: DAMMIT!! CLUB ELITE HAVE RUINED SHANE DESTINY'S MOMENT OF GLORY!! [Greene and Langseth drag Destiny up and throw him out of the ring through the ropes, before returning to the beatdown of Vasquez.] RP: I don't think this is about Destiny... they're concentrating on Vasquez! He was the one who eliminated Kinsey from the match, and since he's got the belt, he's enemy number one! LVK: But why now? [HUGE FACE POP!!] LVK: CHAYNE!! HERE COMES DANNY CHAYNE!!! RP: ARGGH!! RUN AWAY! [Club Elite don't do that of course, but Colby Greene offers little resistence as he turns around to see a rampaging Chayne in the ring...] *SMAAAACKK-THUUUUDDDDD!!* [...and is dropped by a huge lariat! Chayne then grabs Langseth and pushes him into a corner, where he starts to unload with a flurry of left hands that rock the Bayou Bad Boy!] LVK: DANNY CHAYNE IS UNLOADING ON MARK LANGSETH! HE'S FIRED UP AFTER BEING ROBBED OF VICTORY EARLIER TONIGHT! [While this is going on, Greene has rolled from the ring, and returns, chair in hand...] *KAH-LAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!* [DEAFENING HEEL POP!!] LVK: GOOD GOD!! GREENE WITH A _SKULLCRUSHING_ CHAIRSHOT THAT DROPS DANNY CHAYNE INSTANTLY!! [And now it's Vasquez _and_ Chayne getting the mud stomped out of them by Club Elite, as the boos rain down, until...] [HUGE FACE POP!] LVK: GRIFFIN JAMES!! RP: ARGHH! HE'S GOT A BALLBAT!! [The place goes nuts as James slides into the ring with the bat...] [...ducks a chairshot from Greene...] *OOOPPHH!!!* [...and jabs the end of the bat into the Bayou Bad Boy's ribs. Greene drops the chair and goes rolling from the ring, and James cocks the bat like a pinch hitter, looking for _anything_ to hit. Club Elite bails out of the ring! BIG FACE POP!] LVK: JAMES HAS CLEARED THE RING! CLUB ELITE IS ON THE RETREAT!! [They regroup in the aisle, Kinsey, Langseth and Greene all pointing, yelling and swearing angrily at James, who stands his ground in the ring, pointing the ballbat at them defiantly. But with his attention on Club Elite, he doesn't see the figure climb out of the crowd and slide into the ring behind him - a figure dressed in a black mask and black cowboy hat!] RP: THE MASKED OUTLAW! LVK: JAMES DOESN'T SEE HIM!! [The fans boo like crazy as the Masked Outlaw steps in behind James, and it's clearly obvious that he has something in his hands. He brings his hands together, as James finally realises that something's going on, and turns around....] *FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!* [...nailing James right in the face with a fireball!] [DEAFENING SHOCK POP!!!!!] LVK: ARRRGHHHHHHHHH!!! FIREBALL! FIREBALL!!! MY GOD, THE MASKED OUTLAW JUST THREW A FIREBALL RIGHT INTO GRIFFIN JAMES' FACE!!! [James goes tumbling the mat, rolling about as he screams in agony. Within a couple of seconds Club Elite are back in the ring, and Kinsey approaches the Masked Outlaw... and shakes his hand! HEEL POP!] LVK: I knew it! I knew this masked man was in cahoots with Club Elite! [Then the Masked Outlaw turns back to face the crowd, and pulls a hand up to the back of his mask... and yanks it off!] [...revealing a face that is instantly recogniseable to anyone who's watched wrestling from out in LA, or down in Texas, in recent years... a veteran with short dirty-blond hair, a black stubble beard, and scarring on his forehead, the result of many hardcore battles over the years.] LVK: IT'S SAM WILLIS!! THE MASKED OUTLAW WAS SAM WILLIS!! RP: HOLY SHIT! [A lot of the fans recognise him, some cheering, but most of them still booing that Willis has aligned with Club Elite.] LVK: What a coup by Club Elite! They've brought in one of the toughest sons of bitches to ever step foot in a wrestling ring! A veteran who's held gold in LA and in Detroit... and was a veritable _legend_ during his time in everybody's favourite indy, the now-defunct Texas blood-splattered battlefield that was the Longhorn Wrestling Council! RP: Kinsey didn't win the gold tonight, but it's still a huge night for Club Elite! Look at them Van Keel - Kinsey, Langseth, Willis, Greene... HOLY CRAP! HAS A MORE TALENTED GROUP EVER BEEN ASSEMBLED IN RCW BEFORE?! LVK: I can't think of one. [The boos continue, as some trash starts to hit the ring. Club Elite stand victorious in the ring, the fallen figures of Danny Chayne, Juan Vasquez and Griffin James lying at their feet...] [...but then the camera switches to the top of the aisle, where Shane Destiny is back to his feet, Roxie by his side. He backs his way up the ramp, and pauses, all eyes turning to him now, the new World champion staring down the aisle at Club Elite, but then turning to the fans and hoisting his title belt into the sky! MASSIVE POP!] LVK: Club Elite might have made a big statement here tonight, but they can't take away this moment from Shane Destiny, as he soaks up these cheers, the new World Heavyweight Champion! [Now up on the stage, Destiny backs towards the curtain, the World title belt still held high in the air, flashes going off all around the arena, Roxie beaming by his side. But as Shane takes a step back, his back doesn't meet the soft curtain that he was expecting. Instead it hits a hard mass of muscle...] [...muscle belonging to a certain Last American Badass. The cheers die away very quickly, as the fans fall silent in awe, and Destiny turns around, coming face to face with a monster.] LVK: OH BOY... DESTINY! MARTINEZ!! THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION IS FACE TO FACE WITH THE LAST AMERICAN BADASS!! WHAT A WAY TO END AN INCREDIBLE NIGHT!! [Destiny shows no fear, pushing his chest forward, staring up into the eyes of Alex Martinez, who glares down at him, their eyes locked in an intense staredown, the World title belt grasped firmly in Destiny's right hand. And that's the last image we see, as Glory goes off the air.] LVK: WHAT A NIGHT! SO LONG EVERYONE! [Fade to credits.] (c) RCW Productions, 2005.