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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 22 2006, 04:13 AM (276 Views) | |
| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 04:13 AM Post #1 |
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OBEY THE HYPNOTOAD!
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We start off the PPV, not in the arena, but instead in an office. In the middle of the office, we see a solid oak desk, a desk lamp, a pen holder, and numerous papers strewn about it. Behind the desk is a big leather chair with the AWL General Manager sitting in it with a large smile on his face. (Jensen) Greetings and welcome to the first ever Action Wrestling League Pay-Per-View event, Windy City Whiplash! Now, I know you're all wanting to get this show underway, but I first need to take care of some announcements regarding the Action Wrestling League and tonight's PPV event. Jesnen looks into the camera in silence as he gathers various things. (Jensen) First off, Jack Sparrows has had a family emergency that he needed to tend to and has gone back home to take care of it. Therefore, until he is able to return, Mr Sparrows has granted me full power over everything that goes on in the AWL...Which leads me to the announcements regarding tonight's PPV. Jensen picks up a piece of paper and glances over it before looking back up at the camera. (Jensen) The first macth, which was scheduled to be a triple threat match between Brad Guinup, David Steel, and Bobby Justice...Has been axed due to the release of Bobby Justice from his contract. Therefore, your opening match is now Brad Guinup versus David Steel vs Chris Levy in a Triple Threat match. Jensen gives off a slight smile before moving on. (Jensen) Originally, I was going to just plan for the gauntlet match to happen with the normal rules, but seeing as how this match will decide our first ever AWL Diamond Champion, and there's no doubt in my mind that those 6 men will do whatever they can to advance to the next match, i'm going to let them. During the gauntlet match, those 6 men can do whatever they want, where ever they want, and all the ref can do is count the pins and stop any outside interferance. Some of the crowd in the arena can be heard cheering for this idea. (Jensen) And finally... Jensen stops himself and ponders as if he's suddenly changed his mind about something. (Jensen) On second thought...I'll save this last announcement for when the time is right. So...Without further adieu...Ladies and gentlemen...WINDY CITY WHIPLASH! And cut. |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 04:28 AM Post #2 |
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OBEY THE HYPNOTOAD!
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After the AWL logo flashes across the screen, we get the starting up animations of the Triple Threat match. [align=center]You ready? Lets go! Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all c'mon It's just ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck em' He knows the code It's not about the salary It's about reality and makin' some noise Makin' the story Makin' sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist It's just twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be one hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames And I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?' This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot![/align] As we go through the three verses of the song, we see David Steel, Brad Guinup, and Chris Levy each hitting their finishers on each other as well as quick scenes for each wrestler. [align=center]It's just ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name They call him Ryu the sick And he's spittin fire at Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak Been a fuckin' annihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock The type woman want to be with And rappers hope he get shot Eight years in the makin' Patiently waitin to blow Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe He's got a partner in crime his shit is equally dope You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat[/align] By this point, we see scenes from the feud with Fox Strife and Peter Gilmour, ending with Peter and Ashley celebrating in the ring after the Over The Top Off With The Top match. [align=center]He's not your everyday on the block He knows how to work with what he's got Makin' his way to the top People think its a common owners name People keep askin him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No he's livin' proof Got him rockin' the booth He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent[/align] At this point, we see scenes for the members of the AWL Diamond Title Gauntlet Match, each member taking various poses and hitting various moves. [align=center]Forget Mike Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because he writes every note and he writes every line And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind It's like a design is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it? It's just ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name[/align] The last animatic scenes are that of the matches between Slambo and Vincent. Each scene shows both men hitting each other with various objects and moves, ending with Vincent standing tall in the match from the last episode of Fury. [align=center]It's just ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name![/align] [align=center]Posted Image[/align] The arena goes absolutely nuts as the pyro goes off at the end of AWL's Windy City Whiplash's opening theme song! The camera pans around the arena to show the packed fans and their signs like "Shordy Stole My Wallet!", "Drake Love = Big foot!", "Slambo needs a flea bath!". The cameras then pan to Steven Travis and Nikki Cooley as they sit at ringside! Steven Travis: Welcome everyone to our very first Pay Per View Event! WINDY CITY WHIPLASH!!! And boy have we got a great show planned for you all tonight, starting with our first match, as Brad Guinup, Chris Levy, and David Steel will be facing each other in a 3 Way Dance. The arena begins to boo slightly as “Enter Sandman” by Motorhead begins to blare over the PA as David Steel appears at the top of the ramp with an arrogant grin across his face, and David Steel walks confidently down to the ring, mocking the fans. Steven Travis: Well, Nikki, he physically looks like he can handle himself in the ring wouldn’t you agree? Nikki Cooley: Well, he may look the part right now, Travis. But looking like you can wrestle, and actually being able to wrestle are two completely different things. Steven Travis: This is very true Nikki. As David Steel enters the ring, the arena begins to cheer slightly as Rose Of Sharyn by KillSwitch Engage begins to blare over the PA, and “Big Baby Sweets” Brad Guinup then steps through the curtain. Brad over looks the cheering fans for a moment, before raising his arm into the air, and then making his way down to the ring. Once Brad enters the ring the arena quickly starts to boo as "My Voice” by Return to Arms begins to blare over the PA and Chris Levy then steps out from behind the curtain. Chris Levy stands at the top of the stage soaking in the boos for a moment as if they were cheers, before he then slowly starts to make his way down to the ring. Steven Travis: There is the sound of the bell, Nikki, and we are now on our way. As soon as the bell sounds, Brad instantly charges at David Steel, and drives him down into the mat with a pretty impressive shoulder block. David Steel quickly struggles to get to his feet, yet Brad quickly follows up with a few clubbing forearms to David Steel's neck. Brad then grabs onto David Steel and body slams him down into the mat. Brad then rushes to the near ropes, yet as soon as he attempts to rebound off the ropes, Chris Levy manages to reach under the ropes and trips Brad. Brad glares at Chris Levy, before quickly exiting the ring, and starting to chase after the little weasel. The arena cheers as Brad chases Chris Levy around the ring, before Chris Levy slides into the ring, with Brad right on his heels. Chris Levy quickly gets to his feet, rushing towards David Steel, before ducking under a clothesline attempt. Brad charges towards David Steel as well, yet David Steel doesn't miss with his clothesline this time, as he absolutely drives Brad down into the mat. David Steel then quickly drives down several boots into Brads chest, before then pulling him to his feet, and then driving him back down into the mat with a Russian leg sweep. David Steel then goes for the pin! 1... 2... No! Brad manages to kick out in time! David Steel slowly starts to pull Brad back to his feet, and attempts to whip the former officer into the far ropes, yet Brad manages to reverse the momentum and sends David Steel into the ropes instead. David Steel rebounds off the ropes, as Brad catches him, and drives the big oaf down into the mat with a powerful spinebuster. Brad then quickly pulls David Steel back to his feet and hits a sidewalk slam. Brad then goes for the pin... 1... 2... No! David Steel kicks out. Brad gets to his feet, and attempts to grab onto David Steel, yet Chris Levy comes out of nowhere, and hits a chop block into Brad's knee from behind! Brad absolutely collapses to the mat, as Chris Levy gets to his knees next to Brad, and fires off a string of punches into Brads head. Chris Levy then pulls Brad to his feet, before then placing him in a standing headscissors, and then driving Brad down into the mat with a piledriver. Chris Levy goes for the pin... 1... 2... No! Brad manages to kick out in time! Chris Levy wastes little time though as he continues to drive down several punches into Brads head, even bending over once to bite Brad on the forehead, before quickly breaking that up as the referee gets in close. Chris Levy quickly gets back to his feet, pulling Brad up with him, and whips him into the far corner. Chris Levy chases after him, yet Brad manages to bring his foot up at the last second, and drives it into the oncoming Chris Levy's face! Chris Levy stumbles back a step as Brad then charges out of the corner and takes Chris Levy down with a pretty powerful clothesline! After Brad drives Chris Levy down into the mat with the clothesline, he stumbles over to the near ropes, and leans against them as he tries to regain his breath. Yet, suddenly, David Steel comes out of nowhere and drives a powerful forearm into Brad's back. David Steel then grabs onto Brad from behind before then hitting a half nelson neck breaker! David Steel goes for the pin! 1... 2... No! Brad manages to kick out in time!!! David Steel grabs onto Brad, and starts to pulls him to his feet, yet Brad instantly starts to drive several elbows into David Steel's ribs! Brad then places David Steel over his shoulders and drives him down into the mat with a DDT. Brad goes for the pin... 1.... 2... No! David Steel kicks out in time! Brad shakes his head in frustration, and slowly gets to his feet, yet before he can do anything Chris Levy comes out of nowhere and grabs him from behind before shooting a stiff kidney punch that causes Brad to wince in pain, Chris jerks Brad around, and places him in a standing head scissors... Nikki Cooley: HOLY!!! Steven Travis: FINAL MISTAKE! Chris Levy Hit Brad With The final Mistake, that’s one HELL of a power bomb transitioned into a flipping face buster! Here’s Levy with the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *Brad Guinup has been eliminated!* Chris Levy then quickly gets off Brad, who in turn slowly rolls out of the ring, as Chris Levy then leaps on top of David Steel for the pin. 1... 2... No! David Steel manages to kick out in time. Chris Levy quickly gets to his knees and starts to fire off a bunch of punches into David Steel's head. Chris Levy then slowly gets to his feet, pulling David Steel up with him, before then driving David Steel back down into the mat with a very impressive DDT. Chris Levy gets back to his feet, before then stomping down on David Steel, and then rushing into the near ropes. Chris Levy rebounds off the ropes and drives down a knee drop into the back of his neck. Chris Levy rolls David Steel back over onto his back before then going for another pin... 1... 2... No! David Steel manages to kick out in time. Chris Levy drives down another punch into David Steel's head, before slowly getting back to his feet, pulling David Steel up with him. Yet, once he is halfway to his feet, David Steel drives several elbows into Chris Levys ribs. Once Chris Levy loosens his grip enough, David Steel then manages to work his way behind Chris Levy, and grabs ahold of him. David Steel then hits 4 very powerful german suplexs that are high and arcing, while holding on for that last suplex for a pin. The referee leaps into position... 1... 2... No! Chris Levy manages to kick out in time! David Steel quickly gets to his feet, before stomping down on Chris Levy, and even dropping an elbow into the weasel of a man. David Steel then quickly pulls Chris Levy to his feet, before... Nikki Cooley: LOOK AT THE IMPACT!! Steven Travis: Oh My...!!! What a move! I beleive David Steel calls that move the Philly Curse, a variation of the TKO!! David Steel is now going for the pin!! 1... 2... 3!!! Sputnik: The winner of this match by pinfall... David Steel!! Steven Travis: What an impressive debut by David Steel! Folks, don't go anywhere, as Fox Strife and Nikki Cooley vs Peter Gilmour and Ashley is next!! |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 04:40 AM Post #3 |
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We are in the back where we see diiferent people walking around. Some staff members and some of the crew. We then see Ashley Marie getting her hair done for the match tonight between her and her boyfriend Peter Gilmour against Nikki and Fox. Makeup person: You got nice hair Ashley. How do you keep it so nice and pretty? Ashley: Well, I use this new shamoo I got while me and Peter were on vacation in Cancun the last few weeks. Makeup person: Wow thats great! I bet you're real happy with Peter huh? I bet he's a nice guy. Ashley: Oh my he is! He's the best thing thats ever happened to me. This week will be our 1 year anniversary. I love him so much. Oh hey baby! Peter then comes into the scene and gives Ashley a big hug and kiss. They moan together. Peter: Mmm I love you so much baby. Are you ready for our big match tonight? Ashley: yes baby I am. Ive been hitting the gym everyday getting prepared for this match. You know baby, Nikki and Fox have to be the stupidest people on Earth. I mean, why have another match with us? We already beat them 2 times already. I beat that skank Nikki in that Rumble Rose match and then a few weeks ago, you beat Fox in that brutal Over the top off with HER top match. Even though I was a lil embarassed, no thanx to you, I still showed how much of a whore nikki really is. Tonight, I vow to show Nikki a lesson she will NEVER forget! Peter grins from ear to ear. Peter: I hope you do baby and I got your back as always. Fox, you just dont get it dont you? You will never be able to beat me because quite frankly, you're washed up. Too bad this is a tag match because I would LOVE to beat to a bloody pulp and take that one thing you cherish the most and that is the AWL world title. Well, I will say this. If me and Ashley win this match, you will have to put that belt on the line on fury next week against me. But if I lose, I will have to go back down to the bottom of the ladder and climb back up the ranks to get my shot. So what about it Fox? Do you accept? Choose wisely Fox because its your funeral win or lose! Lets go Ashley! Peter looks to walk away, but is stopped by Mr Jensen. Jensen: Peter Gilmour! I heard what you said, and quite frankly, as much as I want to give you an AWL Championship match with a title that Fox Strife doesn't hold...Unfortunatly, I have other plans for that belt. So i'm going to have to deny your title shot. Peter and Ashley leave the scene, somewhat angered with Jensen as the camera follows them to the ring. |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 04:58 AM Post #4 |
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Travis: Well, its now time for some mixed tag team action at Windy City Whiplash, and what a match this promises to be! I’m currently without my usual partner hear at the table, Nikki Cooley as she is in this match, but i'm joined by Jill Valentine for this match. Thank's for filling in Jill. Jill: My pleasure, and after what we've seen these between these two couples over the past couple of weeks, I don't think it'll end tonight. Travis: And let's kick it off to Kevin Sputnik for the introductions! Sputnik: The following match is a mixed tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first the team of Fox Strife and Nikki Cooley! The arena dims, green and yellow lights flash around as pyros go off. "Break Stuff" starts through the arena and Fox Strife walks from the back, with his partner Nikki Cooley, and they head down toward the ring. They stop at the top of the aisle and Fox puts both of his fists in the air, then pulls them back down as more pyros go off. Fox and Nikki walk down to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way. They get into the ring and Fox jumps on one of the turnbuckles and puts both fist in the air shouting into the crowd, whilst Nikki poses for the cameras. As Nikki stands near the corner, Fox jumps down and tests the ropes, getting warmed up for his opponent. Sputnik: And their opponents, the team of Peter Gilmour and the “Queen of Extreme” Ashley Marie! A load explosion comes from the entranceway and the music begins. After the main beat kicks in Ashley Marie comes to the rampway dressed in sexy blue jeans and a black halter top. She looks around the arena and smirks. she then points to the entranceway and Peter comes out wearing his trademark long black cloak. He gets next to Ashley and looks down. Then both of them throw up an "X" and fire emits beside them and then head to the ring as fans try to touch him. Ashley gets in the ring like Melina and crawls into the middle of the ring awaiting for her man to enter the ring. Peter gets on the apron, turns to the audience with head down then rips off the hood. He gets in the ring and Ashley meets him and crawls to him and places her hand on his inner thigh as Peter does the ABYSS taunt as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then start a stare down with Fox and Nikki, while Sputnik exits the ring and takes position at the announce table. Jill: Well Travis, this should be a rather exciting match, Fox and Gilmour are two of the most physical wrestlers in the company, and Nikki and Ashley aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty either. Travis: No doubt about that. It’s hard to pick a winner for this match, and I can’t wait for the first lock up. In the ring Ashley is whispering something in Gilmour’s ear while he grins evilly at Fox and Nikki. Fox and Nikki exchange some encouraging words before hugging and then Nikki waits on the apron. With only Gilmour and Fox in the ring Ref Bret Maxwell signals for the bell and this match is officially underway. Gilmour and Fox tie up and Gilmour gets Fox in a headlock, but Fox manages to work his way to the ropes and pushes Gilmour off him, and Gilmour bounces off the opposite ropes and Fox meets him with a strong clothesline, but Gilmour is quick to his feet, and whips Fox into the ropes and drops down to the mat, leaving Fox to leap over him and bounce off the opposite side ropes, and this time Gilmour greets Fox with a clothesline of his own, but Fox is also right back on his feet. The two tie up again, only this time Gilmour hits a knee to Fox’s stomach and picks him up for a scoop slam, but doesn’t drop him right away. Instead, he carry’s him in the direction of his corner and slams Fox in front of an applauding Ashley. Gilmour then stands against his own corner and measures up Fox, and with a two step start, drops a heavy elbow right on Fox’s chest. This is promptly followed by Peter backing up in his corner to try the same move again. Gilmour signals to the crowd, much to their distaste, and they let Gilmour know it. Travis: The crowd showing Peter Gilmour just how much they hate his guts. Jill: Well, they do have the right to boo and cheer anyone they please... Gilmour makes another two-step start towards Fox and drops the elbow again, but Fox rolls out of the way and Gilmour hits only canvas and makes his way to his feet favoring his elbow. Unfortunately for him, Fox is all ready on his feet and meets him with a nice clothesline that takes Gilmour down. Fox practically dives on Gilmour and starts punching away, with the crowd cheering every blow to Gilmour’s head. Fox relents after ten or so punches, and looks pumped. Gilmour on the other hand only gets to his feet with a little help from the ropes, while trying to recover from the flurry of punches. Fox gives him little time to recuperate, and quickly sends Gilmour into one of the neutral corners, and follows close behind with a spear which folds Gilmour between the second and third ropes. Fox grabs hold of the dazed Gilmour and sits him up on top of the third turnbuckle and then climbs up the turnbuckles himself and sets up for a superplex from the second rope, much to the crowds delight. Fox goes to suplex, but stops, and signals “no” with his free hand, and then forces Gilmour up on level higher so that they are both standing on the top turnbuckle! The crowd pops louder at this, and this time Fox follows through with the superplex and Gilmour is laid out cold. Fox himself is slow to move, but the crowd starts clapping to pump him back up with Nikki leading the effort. Fox manages to pull himself over to Gilmour and hook a leg for a pin. [align=center]One... Two...No![/align] Ashley ran into the ring and kicked Fox in the head, breaking the pin. Travis: And Fox almost gets a two count! Jill: Smart move by Ashley to break up the pin. The ref forces Ashley out of the ring and strictly warns her about illegally entering the ring. Meanwhile, both Fox and Gilmour are catching their breath in the ring. Fox is first to his feet and sets up Gilmour in a corner again, and this time lets loose well-aimed and methodical knife edge chops, with a crowd “woooo” accompaniment after each. Fox pulls Gilmour out of the corner and sets him up for a suplex, but Gilmour counters it a jawbreaker, and pulls himself over to his corner. He and Ashley exchange a few words and gets a tag into the match. The ref acknowledges the tag and then tells Fox to tag in Nikki, and he complies. Both women are in the ring for the first time and look ready to tear into each other. Travis: And here we go! This is what the fans have been wanting to see ever since they began to fight 2 weeks ago! Jill: And if I know them, they'll want to do whatever they can to make sure the other leaves this arena on a stretcher! The two meet up in the center of the ring and start trash-talking to each other, which Ashley breaks up by viscously slapping Nikki and the crowd gives a big “oooh” groan. Nikki looks back at her man Fox for a moment and then turns around and, like lightning, tackles Ashley to the mat and then starts stomping away at her, much to the crowds delight. Nikki roughly pulls Ashley back to her feet by her hair and then sets her up in a sleeper hold. Ashley fads a little bit before she can shove Nikki off and throw her into the ropes. Ashley greets Nikki’s rebound with clothesline that nearly decapitates Nikki. Ashley then bounces off the ropes herself and drops a leg right across Nikki’s throat. Nikki clutches at her neck in pain, but Ashley doesn’t relent, roughly pulling her up and hitting a body slam. Ashley then turns Nikki onto her stomach and drops an elbow right onto the back of her neck. Ashley then coolly rolls Nikki back over and goes for a pin. [align=center]One... Two... Thr-No![/align] Travis: Nikki managed to kick out, and Ashley is definitely frustrated. Jill: Well, Ashley did think she had the match right there, so I don't blame her. Ashley then goes for a headlock on the still recovering Nikki and really puts on the pressure. Nikki begins to fade, and Fox starts slapping his turnbuckle trying to get some momentum going and the crowd starts clapping in rhythm. The ref raises Nikki’s arm once, and it falls, the ref checks a second time and gets the same result. The third time however, Nikki keeps her arm up and starts working back to her feet much to Ashley’s shock who is vainly trying to keep the hold locked in. At last Nikki manages to get a hold of Ashley and drops her neck first in a rather well executed back suplex. Both women lie motionless on the mat and the ref starts a ten count. Gilmour wears a look of dismay on his face, and starts shouting at Ashley to get up, while Fox is still trying to rally support for his girl by pounding on the turnbuckle. Travis: And Fox trying to get the fans to get behind Nikki. Jill: Whilst Peter affectionatly shouts at Ashley... [align=center]One…… Two……[/align] Nikki is the first to start moving, and initially moves toward the wrong corner, but realizes in time to avoid Gilmour messing with her. [align=center]Three……… Four……[/align] Ashley, finally hearing Gilmour’s now mostly incoherent shouting, starts crawling toward her corner. [align=center]Five……… Six……[/align] Both are about equal distance from their respective corners. Fox is leaning as far as he possibly can into the ring to help Nikki out, meanwhile Gilmour is practically out of his mind for a tag. [align=center]Seven……… Eight………[/align] Nikki finally tags Fox in, and a split moment later Gilmour is likewise tagged into the match. Travis: And in comes both Peter and Fox! Jill: They're going at it like a house on fire! The two charge each other, and Fox welcomes Gilmour with a running clothesline, bounces off the ropes and hits a quickly recovering Gilmour with another clothesline, and then another. Gilmour stays down this time and tries begging off the attack and pulls the ref in front of him, barely in time to stop another Fox attack. Fox stops short of the ref and shares the audiences distaste of this move. The ref starts arguing with Gilmour about laying his hands on him, and doesn’t see Ashley sneak up behind Fox and nail him with a low blow! The crowd groans and Ashley quickly rolls out of the ring, but is pursued by Nikki, and the two start brawling once more outside the ring. Fox meanwhile is only concerned with his lower abdominal region, and Gilmour gets back to his feet laughing at him. Gilmour hits a few jabs to Fox’s head, and then gives a rather cheap chop to Fox’s throat. Fox collapses onto his side hacking out rather ragged breaths. Gilmour signals for the Brooklyn shuffle, and then bounces off the ropes and then drops a fist square into Fox’s temple, and Fox holds his head in agony. On the outside Nikki dispatches of Ashley by slamming her head into the announce table, and then turns her attention back to the match. Gilmour sets up Fox in a neutral corner, and races over to the other side of the ring, gives out a shout and charges Fox and then leaps up in a Stinger Splash! Fox moves at the last minute, and Gilmour ends up hitting the turnbuckle with his sternum and the ring post itself with his head. Gilmour backs up a few steps dazed and then collapses to the mat. Travis: Good gawd! Peter could have broken a rib with that move! Jill: Indeed he could. Smart thinking by Fox Strife to move at the last second. Fox takes a few minutes to catch his breath by walking along the ropes, Gilmour on the other hand is going nowhere for awhile. Fox goes over to the prone Gilmour and picks him up by the head and the camera reveals that Gilmour has been busted open rather well, much to the crowds delight. Fox seems to find new life at this sight, and picks up Gilmour and starts head butting Gilmour, once, twice, thrice, and then after a fourth, Gilmour weakly rebounds off the nearby ropes and is met with a waist lock from Fox. Fox promptly tosses Gilmour over his head like a sack of produce. Fox then sees his opportunity, and starts measuring up the slug-like Gilmour. Gilmour slowly makes his way to his feet after about 7 or so seconds, and is greeted with a picture-perfect super kick right to the chin! It’s the Lights Out for Gilmour, and indeed, Peter’s lights are out. Fox goes for a cover. [align=center]One... Two... Thr-NO![/align] Travis: And Fox get's a two with the Light's Out! But Ashley put Peter's foot on the rope to break the pin. Jill: Ashley barely was able to sneak Gilmour’s leg onto the rope! Fox buries his face in his hands when he sees this, and looks extremely frustrated. Fox then pursues Ashley to the outside of the ring and begins stalking her around the ring. Ashley backs away in fear, and the crowd buzzes in anticipation of Fox getting some payback in. Gilmour meanwhile rolls out of the ring and leans on it for support, and disjointedly starts making his way around the ring. Fox succeeds with his revenge, by backing Ashley into Nikki, at which point Nikki DDT’s Ashley on the protective mats, and Ashley is out cold. This comes at cost however, as Gilmour sneaks up behind Fox and slams Fox fast first into the ring post taking Fox out of the equation for the time being. Gilmour then sees Ashley lying prone on the mats and seems to find new life at this outrage. He turns his wrath onto Nikki, who cowers at the sight of this bleeding nightmare, and seeks refuge in the ring. Gilmour trips her up from outside the ring by reaching in. He quickly rolls into the ring and starts stalking Nikki around the ring, he looks ready to attack her when Fox makes the save by waist locking Gilmour from behind and connects with a German Suplex! Fox rolls through and nails a second, and then a third! He bridges for a pin. [align=center]One... Two... Three! NO![/align] Travis: Locomotion german suplexes! Jill: But it wasn't quite enough to pick up the win! Gilmour barely gets his shoulder up. Both men are slow getting to their feet, Gilmour is first back up, thanks to using the ropes to help himself up. He uses most of his remaining strength to nail Fox with a forearm to the back of the head, as he is almost back to his feet. The momentum of the move sends Gilmour stumbling to the opposite corner of the ring. Gilmour tries to catch his breath and sees Fox laid out. He weakly signals for Fox to get back up and against the crowd protests, Fox is struggling back to his feet. Gilmour charges once more and nails the End of Innocence on Fox! Both men are laid out, and Fox is out cold. Gilmour crawls over towards Fox and with his last ounce of strength, drapes and arm over his chest. [align=center]One... Two... Three![/align] Nikki tried to break the pin, but Ashley managed to grab hold of her ankle to keep her away. Sputnik: And here are your winners, Peter Gilmour and Ashley Marie! Jill: What a match! Gilmour and Ashley barely managed to pull out a win. Travis: It was a great effort by Fox and Nikki, just not enough to pull out the win. After the match, Ashley and Gilmour make their way back up the entrance ramp, with Ashley taunting Nikki, who is trying to revive her man Fox in the ring. Gilmour is a bloody mess, and looks completely exhausted as we cut to a promo. |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 05:09 AM Post #5 |
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OBEY THE HYPNOTOAD!
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[align=center]Posted Image Coming Next Week! ==========[/align] Earlier Today Kareem Jones creeps through the bowels of the arena, flinching at every sound that echoes in the darkness. He looks over his shoulder, trying to discern shadows and shapes as his eyes adjust. Jack Sparrows accompanies him, a box of doughnuts in hand...just in case. Jones: “Uh...Slambo? Are you down here? Jack here said I could come and interview you for your match tonight against Vincent Knite. Slambo? Slambo?” Jones turns to the camera. Jones: “I don't know, guys. This guy's been quiet all week. Maybe he just doesn't want to t...” Jack puts his hand on the interviewer's shoulder and nudges him out of the way. He sprints off into the darkness and a scuffle can be heard, then the unmistakenable sound of a person yelling out “DOUGNUTS!!! GIMMIE, GIMMIE, GIMMIE!!!”[/i]We then hear the sound of something being ripped and torn apart, The camera finally catches up with the action and we see Jack Sparrows standing over the prone body of Slambo The Clown, who quivers on the floor, stuffing doughnut after doughnut into his mouth. The scene fades to black. "5 Minutes Later" The scene fades up again, this time Slambo has been seated in a chair, Jack stands behind him with his hands across Slambo's shoulders. A line of drool slides out of the corner of Slambo's mouth as Kareem Jones tries to compose himself. Jones: “...just not sure that was entirely necessary is all I'm saying, why does he insist on being alone in boiler rooms and basements and all that rot? Is he...is he awake now?” Jack looks at Slambo and then twists his ear. The Clown shreiks. Jones: “I guess so. Slambo? Slambo it's Kareem Jones with the AWL Television Network. Slambo, you haven't had much to say this week in preparation for your Fed Ex...I mean, World Championship match with Vincent Knite this week. Don't you have anything to say to your opponent?” Slambo: “Well Kareem...I never knew you cared. Here I was thinking that no one wanted to hear what Slambo had to say about anything. Usually Jacky boy here is nice enough to put cameras down in my part of the arena so that I can...express myself. But this week when I got here, when I got home... nothing. Just darkness. I couldn't even find Fuzzy-Nuts. Have you seen Fuzzy-Nuts? Have you seen my Fuzzy-Nuts Kareem?” Jones: “Um... I'm sorry Slambo, I haven't... nor would I want to… If I could though, can I ask your thoughts on your match this week. You have a chance to become a champion here in AWL by defeating Vincent Knite, you could become the World Champion.” Slambo: “Oh that... hmmm... I don't know about that... I don’t care much for big shiny belts… I used to have this one a long time ago, that I got when me and that FUCKING MEXICAN used to come to the ring at the same time… I don’t care about being a champion really… Jack here don't have a belt. Don't you think that they should give Jack here a belt? To reward him for all of his hard work?” Jones: “Well... sure... I guess... but that is not really the issue here Slambo. You have been given a title shot with a chance to become the BEST in the company, the whole world even. Doesn't that make you happy?” Slambo: “Who do I get to fight again?” Jones: “Vincent Knite... He beat you last week in that 3 falls match where you were… unfortunate to win… Sounds like he’s hit you in the head quite a bit lately… Which brings me to my next point-” Slambo interrupts, Slambo: “I have a question. How come no one ever comes down to interview me before my other matches? I'm a nice guy. I like to talk to people. What gives?” Jones: “Surely you know Slambo that John Jensen has forbidden AWL staff from talkin...” Keeping one arm on Slambo Jack reaches his massive hand towards the camera and the picture suddenly goes black. 2 Minutes Later Jones, looking a bit roughed up straightens out his jacket and tie as Slambo laughs. Jones: “Let's just get this over with, all right? Slambo, Vincent Knite has used his win over you last week to declare that your match with him will be contested under rules of the first ever Federal Express match. And that the winner must utilize the Wooden Crate at the top of the ramp, place his opponent inside and slam the lid shit for the fall to count. Your thoughts on this?” Slambo: “Oh...oh yeah. THAT Vincent Knite. The guy that talks and talks and talks and talks all the time about how he wishes he were me... Mr. Cool… He's like Fonzie on Happy Days…. EEEEEYYY!!! I know that guy. Wait...” Slambo squirms in his chair, getting visibly more excited. Slambo: “Didn't... didn't that guy team with John last week? Yeah...yeah, they used their power to over turn everything I did in that match! They cheated me out of the win!!! Then he spat on me while my face was in the dirt... He just stood there. He LAUGHED at ME...” Jack, now struggling to keep Slambo seated, Slambo ignores it, continuing to grow more and more animated. Slambo: “He LAUGHED at Me. He LAUGHED AT SLAMBO HE LAUGHED AT JACK BOYS BEST FRIEND!” Jack grunts and then shifts his weight from his left hand to his right grabbing for the box of doughnuts, preparing to "sedate”[/i][/color]The Clown again. Slambo takes advantage of his split second distraction and kicks the chair a few feet away. Jack takes a step back as the clown jumps to his feet. Slambo whirls around and grabs the box of doughnuts from Jack’s hand and shakes wildly then steadies.. Slambo: “No one laughs at me… No one Laughs at Slambo… No one laughs at my friends. Not anymore. Not ever. Vincent Knite said he wanted to be me, he wanted the attention that I got, he wanted the love that the fans gave me, but then he went and turned his back on those same people and clobbered me week after week and that is... ...bad form. And we just can't have that. I don't care about this stupid belt that’s on the line. And I don't care about his stupid rules. The only thing I care about... Jack makes a move for Slambo, but he holds him off by pointing wildly at him as he tares open the box of doughnuts and holds a bear claw to his lips. Slambo then turns back to the camera. Slambo: “The only thing I care about is hurting Vincent Knite. His laughter will come at a cost to him and he will pay that cost to me. He will pay dearly. I will not stop while Vincent Knite stands under his own power. Tonight he will be hurt…. Badly.” The camera goes black. |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 05:13 AM Post #6 |
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OBEY THE HYPNOTOAD!
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(Travis) And we're back, and it's now time for us to crown our first AWL Diamond Champion! (Sputnik) Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the gauntlet match for the AWL Diamond Championship! There will be five matches in total, and whoever wins the 5th match will be crowned the first ever AWL Diamond Champion! Introducing first... The lights turn off as Green Pyro shoots off while crazy Kyd makes his way down to the ring. He hi-5's fans while the crowd is chanting Crazy Kyd. He makes his way up the ring steps onto the apron. Crazy Kyd does the hardyboyz finger taunt while more green pyro shoots out. He then enters the ring and immediatly goes over to a turnbuckle and does the Hardyboyz finger taunt pointing towards the crowd. Right before his music cuts, he stands in the center of the ring doing the taunt up in the air. Crazy Kyd then takes off his shirt, and throws it into the crowd. (Sputnik) Weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, from Folsom, California...CRAZY KYD!!! "96 Quite Bitter Beings" by cKy begins to play as Shordy walks through the curtain and stops. He looks around and stares at all the fans with a look of disgust on his face as they boo him. He walks down toward the ring, sometimes going up close to fans and taunting them. He'll do things like rip their signs, yell obscene things at them, etc. After he does all that, he continues to walk to the ring. Shordy walks up the ring steps and walks along the apron. He leans against the ropes and yells about how he's so great, and how the fans all suck. He then climbs through the ropes and waits for the match to start. (Sputnik) And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds, from Hellview, Pennsylvania...SHORDY!!! As soon as Shordy climbs into the ring, Crazy Kyd quickly starts to stomp on Shordy. He picks up Shordy and quickly whips him into the ropes and goes for the Party Time early, but Shordy holds onto the ropes then quickly slides out to the floor. Crazy Kyd yells at Shordy to come back into the ring, but Shordy just throws his arms up in the air and started to walk back up the ramp. The referee starts the ten count, but at about 5, Crazy Kyd stops the ref and climbs out of the ring after him. Crazy Kyd runs up to Shordy and grabs him by his shoulder, only to recieve a hard rake to the eyes. Crazy Kyd starts to back up and make his way back towards the ring, rubbing his eyes as Shordy points to his head as if to say he's outsmarted Crazy Kyd. Shordy quickly follows after Crazy Kyd and lays in a few clubbing blows to the back before rolling Crazy Kyd and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. As Crazy Kyd gets to his feet, Shordy leaps off and connects with a huge missle dropkick. Shordy then picks up Crazy Kyd for a suplex, but Crazy Kyd counters and whips Shordy into the ropes, hitting a dropkick of his own. Crazy Kyd then follows that up with a neckbreaker for a pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] (Travis) And Crazy Kyd almost puts Shordy away with that running neckbreaker. (Nikki) But it shouldn't be that easy to put anyone away in this sort of match. Crazy Kyd, not wanting to slow this match down, quickly runs over to the corner and hits a front flip leg drop to a now standing Shordy. Crazy Kyd taunts some before picking up Shordy, but Shordy bats Crazy Kyd's arms away and goes for a headlock, which Crazy Kyd quickly escapes. Crazy Kyd then goes to kick Shordy, but Shordy catches it and spins Crazy Kyd, only for the foot to come back on the other side. Crazy Kyd hits another neckbreaker. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] (Travis) And another near fall for Crazy Kyd! This time when Crazy Kyd picks up Shordy, Shordy comes out of nowhere with a knee, following it up with a hurricanrana. Shordy then climbs up to the top rope and drops down and springboards off with the Shordysault, but Crazy Kyd moves out of the way. Both men get back up to their feet, and Shordy whips Crazy Kyd into the ropes only for Crazy Kyd to come out of nowhere with a hurricanrana of his own. As Shordy gets to his feet, Crazy Kyd runs and connects with a spinning wheel kick and as soon as he gets to his feet, does the moonwalk. Crazy Kyd then climbs on the top turnbuckle and hits a missle dropkick. Shordy looks to be out cold now and Crazy Kyd signals to the crowd before climbing back up top and hitting the senton, but instead of going for a pin, locks on a side headlock. Shordy is able to escape and counters a DDT by hanging Crazy Kyd upside down in the turnbuckle and choking him out with his boot. Shordy then climbs outside of the ring and brings in a chair. Shordy hits the chair with his hand and then lunges at Crazy Kyd with a Van Damninator, but Crazy Kyd quickly rolls out of the ring before he can get hit. Shordy yells at Crazy Kyd to get back into the ring, in which he does, only to duck another chair shot attempt and come out of nowhere with a spear. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] (Nikki) CK just speared Shordy out of his boots! (Travis) And Shordy looks to be really in pain. Crazy Kyd quickly gets to his feet and hits a standing moonsault to Shordy. Crazy Kyd then picks up Shordy and whips him into the ropes, both men hitting diving forearm smashes and knocking each man down. Crazy Kyd and Shordy slowly climb to the ropes and use them to pull themselves up to their feet. Shordy grabs the nearby chair and runs at Crazy Kyd, connecting with the Van Damninator, but when he goes for the second one, Crazy Kyd ducks under, grabs Shordy's head from behind, and hits a reverse DDT onto the chair. Crazy Kyd then pins Shordy. [align=center]One... Two... Three![/align] (Sputnik) Shordy has been eliminated! “Cells” by the servant begin to play over the PA as the lights dim blue. Chill appears from from backstage and begins to make his way to the ring. He yells a couple taunts at the crowd on his way, and than rolls into the ring. He quickly jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle and yells at the crowd some more, before giving them a grin. He than jumps off the turnbuckle, turning his attention onto his upcoming match, removing his vest, and than handing it to the ringside attendant. (Sputnik) Introducing the third entry into this match, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, from Hanibal, Wisconsin...CHILL!!! Both Chill and Crazy Kyd stare at each other for several seconds, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Crazy Kyd smirks and just puts his middle finger up in front of Chill's face. Chill looks away with a smirk on his face, then turns and clock's Crazy Kyd upside the head. Crazy Kyd fires back with a right hand of his own and the ref calls for the bell to start the match. Both men exchange right hand after right hand, neither showing signs of slowing down. Suddenly, both men leap up in the air and try to dropkick each other, only to land on the mat and realize that it was all for nothing. Chill sits on one knee with a smirk on his face and Crazy Kyd just sits there and nods. Both men get up to thier feet and begin to circle each other. They lock up in the center of the ring, and Crazy Kyd quickly turns it into a side headlock. Chill hits Crazy Kyd in the gut a few times and backs Crazy Kyd up into the ropes and whips him across the ring. On the rebound, Chill tries for an arm drag, but Crazy Kyd is able to roll through and land on his feet. Still holding onto the arm, Crazy Kyd moves and positions himself to lock in an arm wrench. Chill, being the quick heavyweight he is, rolls through and knip-ups to his feet and locks in an arm wrench of his own, flipping Crazy Kyd onto the mat. (Travis) Nice chain and counter wrestling shown from both Chill and Crazy Kyd. (Nikki) I've seen better from Fox, but in this match in particular, i'm going to have to agree with you. Crazy Kyd gets to his feet as Chill just stretches his neck. Both men circle each other again and lock up in the center of the ring. Chill turns it into a side headlock but Crazy Kyd pushes him back into the ropes and whips him to the other side. Crazy Kyd ducks down into the splits and Chill leaps over him. Crazy Kyd rolls backwards onto his back for a money slip, but Chill leaps over Crazy Kyd and rolls to through his feet and runs at the ropes. Crazy Kyd gets to his feet and turns around and is met with a hard clothesline. Chill pins. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Chill picks up Crazy Kyd and locks on a front facelock and hooks Crazy Kyd's leg with his free arm. Chill goes to lift Crazy Kyd up, but Chill lifts Crazy Kyd over to far and Crazy Kyd rolls down and onto his feet. Crazy Kyd quickly leaps up and somewhat back so Chill can grab his legs. Crazy Kyd pushes off the ground and hits a wheelbarrow sunset flip, pinning Chill to the mat. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Crazy Kyd quickly gets back to his feet and runs and springs off the middle rope with a lionsault, but Chill rolls out of the way, and Crazy Kyd lands on his feet. Chill gets to his feet, and both men charge at each other. Chill goes for a clothesline, but Crazy Kyd rolls to dodge it. Chill turns around as Crazy Kyd leaps up for a dropkick, but Chill counters it mid-move into a sitout powerbomb. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Chill and Crazy Kyd both get back to their feet. Crazy Kyd goes to knock Chill down witha clothesline, but Chill ducks under and grabs around Crazy Kyd's waist. Chill lifts Crazy Kyd up and hits a german suplex. Chill rolls to one side with arms still locked and connects with a second german suplex. Chill and Crazy Kyd roll to their feet again and Crazy Kyd tries to grab a nearby rope, but it doesn't help as Chill connects with a third german suplex, arching up with his feet to pin Crazy Kyd to the mat. [align=center]One... Two... Thr-Kickout![/align] Both men get back to their feet, and they both run at each other, with Crazy Kyd coming out of nowhere with a DDT. Both men lay on the mat for several seconds, until Crazy Kyd suddenly kip-ups to his feet. Crazy Kyd points at the turnbuckle, signaling that he's going up high. Crazy Kyd goes over and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Crazy Kyd leaps off and connects with a high body splash to Chill. Crazy Kyd rolls around on the ring, holding his stomach before finally crawling over and going for a pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] (Travis) Good lord these two are quick! I cant even keep up with them in the commentary! (Nikki) I'm not exactly impressed with these two at the moment... This time when both men start to get back to their feet, they begin to exchange blows. First on both knees, then one, then on both feet. Both men continue the exchanging of blows, not showing any signs of slowing. Suddenly, both men run towards oposite sides of the ring, leaping up in the air with crossbodys on the rebound. Both men lay on the mat, holding their mid-sections. Again, both men slowly get back to their feet. Chill runs at Crazy Kyd, but Crazy Kyd pulls the top rope down, and Chill flies over the top rope and lands on the mats on the outside. Crazy Kyd stops breifly to catch his breath by leaning on the ropes as Chill slowly uses the barricade to get to his feet. Crazy Kyd sees Chill on his feet and runs to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes, hitting a somersault plancha to a standing Chill on the outside. The referee starts a ten count as Crazy Kyd and Chill try to regain their composer. [align=center]One... Two... Three...[/align] Both men start to move. [align=center]Five... Six...[/align] Crazy Kyd gets back to his feet first and rolls into the ring. [align=center]Eight...[/align] Chill now gets back to his feet and climbs onto the ring apron. Crazy Kyd goes to grab Chill, but Chill slaps Crazy Kyd across the chest. Crazy Kyd turns around and bend over, hoping to keep the pain minimal. Chill looks out at the crowd then leans back, then leaps up and over, grabbing Crazy Kyd's head on the way down and driving Crazy Kyd face first with a modified bulldog. (Travis) Well, that was innovative. (Nikki) In these sorts of situations, you HAVE to be innovative to win the match. Chill slowly uses the ropes to get back to his feet and sees the downed Crazy Kyd. Chill makes a signal to the crowd that that's it and goes over to the corner and begins stomping his foot. Crazy Kyd slowly gets to his feet, and Chill makes a quick signal and goes to kick him in the gut. But Crazy Kyd catches Chill's foot and puts up a middle finger. Crazy Kyd looks to hit a hard clothesline, but Chill instinctivly ducks under it and locks on the Frostbite, and Crazy Kyd quickly taps out. (Sputnik) Crazy Kyd has been eliminated! The entire arena goes dark, save for a few small lights lining the entrance. As "I Against I" begins, the lights that remain on begin to pulse in rhythm with the beat of the song. At about 10 seconds in, Solomon's tron video begins. At 58 seconds in the lyrics begin, and a spotlight hits the entryway, as Solomon steps through the curtains. He surveys the crowd cautiously, then his eyes lock onto his opponent as he creeps slowly towards the ring. He hesitates for a moment, then slides in the ring and gets to his feet as quick as possible, cautious of a cheap shot. (Sputnik) Introducing the fourth entry, weighing in at two hundred and fourty five pounds, from Charlotte, North Carolina...SOLOMON "DARK STAR" BLACK!!! As soon as the referee rings the bell, Chill and Solomon lock up in the center of the ring only for Solomon to quickly turn it into a side headlock. Chill pushes Solomon off and into the ropes before dropping down to the mat, forcing Solomon to jump over him. Chill gets back up to his feet as Solomon bounces off the ropes and hits a shoulder block, sending Chill to the mat. Chill gets to his feet and looks puzzled at his opponent as Solomon does some Chill poses. Chill goes over to the referee and complains about a pull of the tights, a closed fist, and a handful of hair, confusing the referee. (Travis) Yanno what...I'm going to say and predict this right now...This is going to be the comedy portion of the show...I mean, Chill just complained about 3 different things at once. (Nikki) How can you say that? Yes, Solomon does like to have some fun, but what Chill just complained about actually did happen! Solomon looks on at Chill, saying he didn't do anything and the two go to lock up again, but this time, Chill goes behind with a back waistlock, only for Solomon to quickly elbow Chill in the head, forcing him to release the hold. Chill once again complains that what Solomon did was illegal, but the referee argues saying it was a clean hit. Chill just shakes his head and turns his attention back to Solomon. They go to lock up again, and Chill looks to scoop slam Solomon, but Solomon counters out and gives Chill a scoop slam of his own. Once again, Chill complains and shoves the referee. The referee responds in kind, and as Chill turns around, Solomon once again scoop slams Chill. Chill gets up and walks over to the referee, and the referee drops Chill with a scoop slam of his own. Solomon quickly runs over to where the ref is, grabs his arm, and pulls him into a double clothesline on Chill. Solomon quickly pins Chill. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Solomon gets up to his feet and pulls the referee into a pin on Chill and counts. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Solomon gets up to his feet and bounces off the ropes and hits a quick leg drop to Chill and covers again. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Chill quickly rolls out of the ring to catch his breath as Solomon goes over to the referee and raises his hand, thus prompting the crowd to cheer. (Nikki) Oh that is just typical! The referee is against Chill in this one! (Travis) Just because Solomon and the referee double teamed Chill for about a minute? (Nikki) Yes! (Travis) If you ask me, I say that Chill deserved it. After several seconds, Chill climbs back into the ring and quickly charges at Solomon and takes him down with a hard clothesline. Chill begins to stomp on Solomon a couple of times before quickly picking up Solomon and whipping him into the corner. Chill charges and connects with a splash in the corner, causing Solomon to drop down into a seated position. Chill then begins to stomp away at Solomon before quickly going for a pin. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Chill picks up Solomon and whips him across the ring and into the other corner and charges once again, only for Solomon to get a boot up. Chill stumbles around some as Solomon quickly pulls himself up to the middle rope and leaps off, connecting with a diving clothesline. Solomon pins again. [align=center]One... Two... Thr-Kickout![/align] Solomon picks up Chill once again and hits a quick scoop slam before going out onto the ring apron. Solomon then leaps up and jumps off the second rope, springboarding himself onto Chill with a leg drop before covering once again. [align=center]One... Two... Thre-No! Kickout![/align] (Travis) More near falls from Solomon! (Nikki) Pfft..There's a consipiracy going on against Chill... Chill gets back up to his feet once again, moving himself into the corner as well as a stinger splash from Solomon. Solomon then whips Chill across to the other side and connects with yet another stinger splash. Chill stumbles forward, and Solomon kicks him in the gut, hooks both arms, lifts Chill up, and plants him with a release double arm powerbomb. Solomon then looks around at the crowd and calls for the end as he locks on the Black Light. Chill struggles to escape, but can't and is forced to tap out. (Sputnik) Chill has been eliminated! Cold by Crossfade plays throughout the arena. Phoenix walks out from the back and dwon the ramp as pyros blaze down the sides. He slides into the ring under the ropes and stands up in the middle and raises his arm for the Phoenix taunt. Pyros go off on all of the turnbuckles. (Sputnik) Introducing the fifth entry, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, from Wheaton, Illinois...PHOENIX! The referee allows Solomon to rest breifly before ringing the bell, at which point, Solomon and Phoenix begin to exchange forearm shots to the head. After a few seconds, Solomon runs and bounces off the ropes, and ducks under a jumping Phoenix. Phoenix drops down to his stomach as Solomon jumps over him and stops. Solomon waits for Phoenix to get to his feet and tries for a spin kick, but Phoenix ducks under that and tries to sweep out Solomon's leg, only for Solomon to jump over that. Phoenix and Solomon both get in ready positions as the crowd gives off a quick approval applause for the two. (Travis) And here we go with the 4th match of the night between Phoenix and Solomon. (Nikki) Chill would be in this match facing Phoenix if it wasn't for the fact that Solomon and the referee decided that they should double team him! The two lock up in the center of the ring and Solomon quickly gets behind Phoenix in a back waistlock. Phoenix tries for several seconds reverse it, and eventually succeeds, ending up in a back hammerlock. Solomon is then able to quickly turn and put Phoenix into an arm wrench, kicks him in the gut, then elbows Phoenix in the head before locking in a standing armbar. After several seconds of Phoenix screaming in pain, Phoenix is able to roll through and knip-up to his feet before turing into an armbar of his own on Solomon. Solomon struggles for a few seconds before rolling through the armbar himself and getting up to his own feet and locks on another arm bar. This time, Phoenix punches Solomon in the head and locks on a full nelson, but Solomon quickly moves out of it and goes behind for a back waistlock, but Phoenix is able to quickly move into a back hammerlock. Solomon, on the other hand, is able to go into a back hammerlock of his own before sweeping out both of Phoenix's legs and goes for the first pin in the match. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Solomon waits for Phoenix to get back up to his feet before sweeping out Phoenix's legs again and this time goes for an elbow drop, only for Phoenix to get back up to his feet and land an elbow drop of his own and we go back to another standoff as the crowd once again cheers for the two men. (Travis) And Solomon and Phoenix both demonstrate how fast they are for their size. (Nikki) Especially with how quick Solomon can pull of kicks of his own. Solomon puts up his hand for Phoenix to grab, and as he does, Solomon kicks Phoenix in the gut and quickly pulls off a snapmare takedown. With Phoenix on the ground, Solomon grab's Phoenix's head in a side headlock. Soon, Phoenix is able to fight out of it, only for Solomon to knee him in the gut and lock on a front facelock. Eventually, Solomon backs Phoenix into the ropes and chops him across the chest, causing Phoenix to double up in pain. Solomon then brings Phoenix up once again, and once again chops him across the chest. Solomon whips Phoenix across the ring, then jumps over him before dropping down to the mat as Phoenix runs over his back and, just as quickly, gets up to his feet and dropkick's Phoenix square in the chest. Phoenix gets up to his feet and Solomon hits a hard kick to the leg, causing Phoenix to fall to the mat. Solomon then picks up Phoenix and tosses him out of the ring. As Phoenix begins to stir on the outside, Solomon hits a baseball slide which sends Phoenix back into the barrier. Phoenix slowly gets back up to his feet and quickly slides back into the ring as Solomon comes over the top rope with a standing plancha, landing on the ground somewhat disoriented. Solomon turns around and Phoenix dives through the middle ropes with a suicide dive, leaving both men on the mats outside in a slump. (Travis) Good gawd! Phoenix could've injured himself and Solomon if he hit that wrong! (Nikki) Good! Chill can then come back and take his rightful spot in this match. Phoenix gets to his feet first and as Solomon slowly gets up to his feet, Phoenix begins kicking and chopping away at Solomon before raking him across the back. Several seconds later, Solomon begins to fight back with numerous chops and kicks of his own. Solomon then starts to lead Phoenix up the ramp and tells numerous fans to move out of the way. Solomon goes to toss Phoenix into the crowd, only for him to counter, sending Solomon in a row of chairs in the crowd. Phoenix backs up some and waits for Solomon to get to his feet, and when he does, Phoenix charges and leaps off the ramp and connects with a running and diving clothesline on Solomon as the crowd goes wild. As soon as Phoenix is able to get to his feet, he kicks Solomon in the stomach and slowly makes his way back to the ring with Solomon in tow. Phoenix climbs into the ring and waits for Solomon to start to climb back in, and hits another baseball slide, sending Solomon to the mats once again. Phoenix begins to stalk Solomon as he gets to his feet before leveling him with a hard double axe handle, causing Solomon to stumble backwards some. Phoenix goes to hit Solomon again, only for Solomon to duck under it, kick Phoenix in the gut, then get in a hard kick to the chest. (Travis) Did you hear that kick!? (Nikki) Yes...And I felt it, too! Phoenix now starts to get to his feet, and this time, Solomon gets in a couple of quick jabs to the face. Phoenix begins to fight back with some hard right hands before whipping him into the guard rail. Phoenix charges at Solomon, only for Solomon to get his boot up and into Phoenix's face, taking him down. Solomon picks up Phoenix and rolls him into the ring before rolling in himself. Solomon picks Phoenix up to his feet and hooks both arms and plants him with a double arm powerbomb. Solomon then points to the turnbuckle and climbs out to the ring apron. Solomon grabs the top rope and launches himself into the air, connecting with a slingshot leg drop. Solomon looks at Phoenix, and instead of pinning him, goes back to the ring apron and hits yet another slingshot leg drop and then goes for the pin. [align=center]One... Two... Three! No! Kickout![/align] (Travis) Near pinfall for Solomon! Solomon picks up Phoenix and attempts to whip him into the corner, but Phoenix counters and Solomon goes into the corner instead. Phoenix quickly follows that up with a hard running clothesline and backs up as Solomon stumbles out of the corner. Phoenix then grabs around Solomon's waist and hits a belly to belly suplex and going for a cover of his own. [align=center]One... Two... Three! No! Kickout![/align] Phoenix looks around in amazement before signaling the end of the match. Phoenix goes into the corner and stalks Solomon as Solomon slowly gets back up to his feet. Solomon, unaware of what's going on, turns and Phoenix nails him with the Spear followed by a cover. [align=center]One... Two... Thre-No! Foot on the rope![/align] (Nikki) And two near pinfalls for Phoenix! Phoenix, once again amazed that he couldn't put away Solomon, goes back to the corner and calls for the spear once again. Solomon starts to get back up to his feet and turns, but this time, dodges as Phoenix goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Phoenix slowly backs out of the corner as Solomon grabs his head, leaps up, and drops down onto his back with the Black Lung. Solomon then rolls Phoenix over and goes for a pin. [align=center]One... Two... Three![/align] (Sputnik) Phoenix has been eliminated! The arena lights cut off. Blow Me Away's slow monoatone plays. The song kicks up and the lights come on. Drake Love comes to the stage looking down as the spotlights flicker in with dark blue, forest green and blood red.Drake is wearing a duster. The duster is sleeveless; black; and hooded with the hood pulled up. Drake shoots his left arm out and a stream of pyro goes to the left. Still holding up his left arm Drake shoots out his right arm and a stream of pyro goes that way too. Drake still staring at the ground raises both arms in a quick motion and pyro shoot to both sides. Drake flips his hood off as he walks down to the ring. (Sputnik) Introducing the last entry, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, from Denver, Colorado...DRAKE "THE MILEHIGH MADMAN" LOVE!!! Now on his third match and obviously tired, Solomon gets up to his feet using the ropes and confronts Drake. The referee finally rings the bell and Drake starts to get the upper hand. Drake quickly whips Solomon into the ropes and Solomon hits an asai moonsault off the second rope, but Drake takes a few steps back as Solomon lands on his feet. Drake then grabs around Solomon's waist and hoists him up for a German suplex, but Solomon rolls out of it as Drake turns around and both men take fighting stances. After several seconds of staring each other down, the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Drake grabs one of Solomon's arms and locks in an arm wrench, only for Solomon to counter into the exact same move. Drake rolls through to his feet and puts the arm wrench back on Solomon. Solomon struggles for a few seconds, then trips up Drake with his free arm and locks on a side headlock. The two men then get to their feet whilst Solomon keeps the headlock on Drake. Suddenly, Drake fights out of it and gets behind Solomon with a back hammerlock. Solomon counters out of that with a hammerlock of his own, but Drake trips up Solomon with a drop toe hold and moves around to a front head/neck lock. Solomon quickly moves out of that with another hammerlock hold, hooks Drake's free arm and goes for a pin attempt, but only comes up with a one count before both taking defensive stances again. (Travis) Bah gawd! We're only about 2 or 3 minutes into this match, and we're already seeing why Solomon has been the Quicksilver Championship for as long as he has. (Nikki) What? You think outwrestling your opponent makes you a good wrester? You, sir...Need some help. Once again, the two men lock up in the center of the ring, with Solomon moving into a side headlock from that position. Drake then backs Solomon up into the ropes, only for Solomon to hit a hard shoulder tackle, taking Drake down to the mat. Solomon runs to the ropes as Drake rolls to his stomach. Drake then gets up to his feet and jumps over a still running Solomon. Solomon then stops as Drake runs towards the ropes, then jumps up and over Drake before dropping down to the mat with the splits. Drake quickly stops himself and goes for a leg drop to Solomon, but Solomon moves out of the way. Solomon takes a wild shot at Drake with a kick to the face, but Drake dodges that move as well. Drake then trips up Solomon and goes for an elbow drop, only for Solomon to roll out of the way, get to his feet and try for a senton leg drop, but Drake dodges that move as well and once again, we're back where we started. For a third time in the match, the two men tie up again, and this time, Solomon is able to force Drake into the corner. Solomon makes a clean break, but Drake has other plans with a hard kick to the midsection, followed by numerous elbow shots to the head. Drake then whips Solomon into the other corner, only for Solomon to leap up and over a running Drake. Drake turns around as Solomon goes for a dropkick, but Drake catches Solomon's feet. Drake tries to catapault Solomon into the corner, but Solomon is able to catch himself as he lands on the middle rope in the turnbuckle. Solomon waits for Drake to get back to his feet, and when he does, he attempts a back heel kick, but Drake dodges that move as well. Drake then kicks Solomon in the midsection and goes to whip Solomon in the corner, but Solomon counters and sends Drake into the corner. Solomon runs at Drake and goes for a monkey flip, but Drake lands on his feet and the two men take defensive stances once again. (Travis) Neither man can seem to get the upper hand on each other, this is technical wrestling at it's finest! (Nikki) Meh...I want more violence. When the two men go to lock up this time, Solomon begins to punch and kick at Drake's head and mid-section, Drake then pokes Solomon in the eyes as he stumbles backwards. Solomon charges at Drake, and Drake tries to dump him to the outside, but Solomon lands on the ring apron a little dazed and confused, but doesn't get any time to think as Drake knocks him off the apron with a standing dropkick. As Solomon slowly starts to get back to his feet, Drake runs and bounces off the opposite ropes, then runs back towards Solomon and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive, both men hitting the outside barricade hard. Solomon holds his back in pain as Drake holds his head as he slowly gets to his feet and climbs back into the ring. Solomon slowly begins to get back to his feet and begins to climb back into the ring, but Drake hits a baseball slide and takes out Solomon's knees as Solomon hangs on the middle rope. Drake sees this opportunity and runs against one set of ropes and leaps up into the air, connecting with a modified knee drop to the back of Solomon's head. Solomon falls into the ring as he holds his head in pain. Drake takes the advantage and goes to pin Solomon, but Solomon quickly kicks out at one. Drake picks up Solomon and sends him into the corner, then begins to chop at Solomon's chest before sitting him up on the second rope so he faces the crowd. Drake then pulls Solomon out towards the middle of the ring and hits a top rope inverted DDT before trying for another pin attempt, but this time, only gets a two. Drake goes to pick up Solomon again, but this time, Solomon starts to fight back with numerous shots to the gut. Solomon grabs Drake's arm and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Solomon quickly jumps up and launches himself off the middle rope at Drake, only for Drake to duck and for Solomon to hit the referee. (Nikki) WOO! Referee's out! Time for some un-authorized mayhem! (Travis) As much as I don't like to agree with you, you are right. With the referee down, I think it's safe to say that now these two are going to do whatever it takes to dis-mantle each other. Solomon checks on the downed ref, but only for a quick couple of seconds before dumping a running Drake to the outside of the ring. Solomon, using what energy he has, waits for Drake to slowly get back up to his feet before launching himself up and over the top rope with a standing plancha onto Drake. Solomon then pulls himself back up to his feet and tells numerous people in the front row to move out of the way. Solomon then pulls Drake to his feet and whips Drake into the crowd and a small pile of chairs. Solomon then rolls back into the ring, gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, then jumps up to the top rope, springboarding himself into Drake and the first through fourth rows of the audience. (Travis) OH MY GAWD! Solomon just launched himself from the top rope to almost the fourth row of the crowd! (Nikki) And they say that we need more fan interaction. Solomon then picks up Drake with a scoop slam to dump Drake to back to the mats, but Drake slides himself out of it and dropkicks Solomon into the barrier, causing Solomon to fall to the mats instead. Solomon begins to regain some of his strength and briefly disappears under the ring aporon and re-appears with a chair just as Drake is climbing to his feet on the mats behind him. Solomon sees Drake on his feet, and swings the chair, only for Drake to duck under it and quickly roll back into the ring. Solomon, feeling that he must his Drake with the chair, slides the chair into the ring before climbing into the ring himself. Drake picks up the chair as Solomon gets back to his feet and Drake takes a swing, but Solomon ducks under it and sweeps Drake's legs out from under him. Solomon then drops a leg on Drake before placing the chair on Drake's chest. Solomon then runs and bounces off the middle ropes with a springboard moonsault, but Drake quickly moves out of the way, leaving the chair as Solomon comes crashing down. Drake goes for a pin attempt, but realises that the referee is still out cold. Drake tries to revive the referee, but this allows Solomon to get back to his feet, even with the chair in hand. Drake, not realising anything is wrong, turns and Solomon whacks him across the skull before dumping the chair and pinning Drake. The referee slowly comes to and begins to count the pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... Three! NO![/align] (Travis) And Solomon took advantage of the fact that when the referee's down, anything goes with that brutal shot to Drake's head. (Nikki) FINALLY! That's right, Drake had kicked out at the last possible second. Solomon rolls onto his back as he and Drake lay there for several seconds. Solomon is the first person to move after what seemed like several minutes. Solomon kicks at Drake's chest, then runs at the ropes and goes for a sommersault senton splash, only for Drake to quickly pull himself out of harm's way. Both men get back to thier feet and Drake begins to kick away at Solomon's midsection. He tries to whip Solomon into the corner, but Solomon pulls him back, only for Drake to counter that with a DDT...Or at least that's what he thinks as Solomon is able to stay standing and hoist Drake over with a northern lights suplex, bridging up for a pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... Three...NO! Kickout again![/align] Solomon is now the first one up to his feet as he picks up Drake and whips him into the corner. Solomon picks up Drake and places him on the top rope, this time facing towards the center of the ring. Solomon punches Drake a few times before backing up to the other side of the ring. Solomon runs at Drake, but this time, Drake suprises Solomon with a shoulder block off the middle rope before pinning Solomon to the mat. [align=center]One... Two... KICKOUT![/align] (Travis) And Drake nearly gets the win with that middle rope sunset shoulder block. Drake begins to pound the mat in frustration and argue with the referee that he go the three count. The referee refuses to call the match and Drake picks up Solomon. Drake goes to throw Solomon into the ropes, but instead pulls him back into a short arm clothesline. Drake pulls Solomon back up to his feet and whips Solomon into the ropes, and on the rebound, hits a swinging DDT. Drake turns Solomon over then pins Solomon, not realizing that the swining DDT caused Solomon to kick the referee. Once realizing this, Drake gets a sly grin on his face and rolls out of the ring, picks up, and brings the chair back in. Drake sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and then picks up Solomon, whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, Drake drops down and connects with a drop toe hold, sending Solomon face first into the steel chair before quickly rolling out of the ring, holding his head in pain. Drake sits up and sees that the referee is still out and follows Solomon out of the ring. Drake picks up Solomon and whips him into the turnbuckle post shoulder first, then turns to the announce table. Drake quickly heads over there and pulls off the television boxes and other expensive items that they could be sued over before turning his attention back to Solomon. Solomon, now on his feet and clutching his arm in pain, heads over to Drake and kicks him in the stomach before grabbing his head with his good arm and plants him with a DDT on the mats. After several seconds, Solomon tries to kick up to his feet, but isn't able to, so instead, he just rolls over and stands up. Solomon begins to stomp on Drake, then sees the announce table. Solomon picks up Johny and looks to whip him into the announce table, but Drake quickly counters and sends Solomon into the post for a second time. Drake then goes over to Solomon, picks him up, and leads him over to the announce table. (Nikki) WOO! More fan interaction! (Travis) Uh...Nikki, I think they're going to use our announce table... (Nikki) What!? No! They can't have our jobs! (Travis) That's...Not what I mean... And indeed that's not what Travis means as he gets up from his spot as Drake slams Solomon's head into the table a few times before rolling him onto it. Drake then points at the turnbuckle post and goes over to climb up it. Once there, Drake makes a quick cut throat signal before grabbing his wrist and leaps off with a diving elbow drop through Solomon and the announce table. Both men are now out cold for several seconds, that is, until we see Drake start to stir, holding his elbow in pain. Drake then picks up Solomon and leads him back to the ring and rolls him in before following in himself. Drake gets to his feet and picks up Solomon, kicks him in the gut, then goes to lift him onto his shoulders for the Apcolayse Chokeslam, but Solomon lands on his feet, kicks Drake in the gut, then lifts him up and over before dropping down to the mat with the Shatterstar and goes for the pin. [align=center]One... Two... Three![/align] (Sputnik) And here is your winner and NEW AWL Diamond Champion...SOLOMON BLACK!!! (Travis) And we have our first AWL Diamond Champion! Good god that was one hell of a match! (Nikki) Yes it was, Travis, but you have to think, with Drake losing to Solomon, you have to wonder if Drake's going to try to challenge Solomon for the title. (Travis) That's a good question, but the answer to that will have to wait until later as we have another match to get to! |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 05:24 AM Post #7 |
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The crowd starts to buzz as the camera pans around backstage, we catch a glimpse of stagehands transporting equipment around, and the camera finally comes to a rest on the backside of Slambo the Clown. He seems to be leaning on a table filled with electrical equipment, with his head down and his eyes closed, Slambo just stands there, silent, deep in thought… Jack Sparrows suddenly appears behind him, and lays a hand across his shoulder, trying to catch his breath! He looks like he just ran 6 miles! Jack: “OK MAN…. I made it… just in time… I couldn’t catch a cab so I ran the entire way here… god I’m exhausted…” Slambo spoke with moving, Slambo: “…Is everything ok… with… your family I mean…” Jack took a deep breath, Jack: “Don’t worry about them… it’s nothing that bad… Nothing could keep me away from here tonight Slambo… I wouldn’t miss this match for the world!” Slambo stood there, his back to us, he still didn’t move… he didn’t speak… Jack squeezed Slambo’s shoulder and said with a sigh, Jack: “… Slambo… are you positive you want to go through with this… it isn’t too late to turn back now.” Slambo doesn’t move at first, in fact he doesn’t do anything at all, he just stands there, inanimate. Jack: “… Slambo… I know this isn’t the best of times… but I wanted to tell you something… about Clara…” Slambo moves slowly, raising his head up, a blank look still on his face, he doesn’t show any emotion, he doesn’t move… Slambo: “… yeah…” Jack shakes his head sadly, and grips Slambo’s shoulder tightly, Jack: “… Clara… I found out who she was… Clara Chapman… she lived in Reading England… and shortly after you left the country… she disappeared as well… no one’s seen her Slambo… not her family… no one… nobody knows where she went or what happened to her… she just vanished into thin air…” Slambo stood there; taking the bad news in… he closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head slowly… Jack: “… I’m… I’m Sorry Slambo… I truly am…” Slambo turned, facing Jack, he opened his eyes, he seemed to be blank… an empty shell… he spoke softly, Slambo: “… It isn’t your fault Jack… thank you… for trying…” Jack nodded, and patted Slambo on the arm, and coughed… Jack: “… So… You’re really going through with this aren’t you?” Slambo nodded, and folded his arms, his muscles bulging, Slambo: “… I have to Jack… this is something I’ve got to do…” Jack: “… Well… if this is the last time we see each other Slambo… and you know it could be… I want you to know… you’re my best friend Slambo… I love you like a brother…” Slambo smiled, and dropped his head, Jack: “… And one more thing… I don’t want you pulling any of that Forrest Gump bullshit tonight… if you get into trouble out there, don’t you dare run… You do whatever you need to do in order to win… if you have to, pick up whatever isn’t nailed down and use it! Come back to us safe, do you hear me?” Slambo stared a hole through Jack, then looked past him at the entrance way which was only a few yards away… Slambo never answered Jacks question… instead, he pushed past him without even blinking; Slambo then walked through the curtain, exiting the backstage area… The scene fades to black… |
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| MrJensen | Feb 22 2006, 05:25 AM Post #8 |
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When we come back to the arena, Jensen is now on the tron. (Jensen) Ladies and gentlemen...I said that I had one final announcement, and now is the time for that announcement. Tonight's Federal Express Match will not only be the end of one man's career in the AWL, but also the start of one man's reign of glory...Tonight...In our main event...We will crown the first ever AWL World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion! The crowd cheers as we go back to Steven Travis and Nikki Cooley at ringside. Steven Travis: Well, Nikki, as we are still trying to get some control with all the goings on that has been happening around the arena tonight, next up is our main event where we will see two bitter enemies standing toe to toe, and eye to eye, not saying a word since they have realized that they are only two men left in that ring tonight. It’s as if, Nikki, that perhaps to them there is no one else here right now in the Windy City Stadium other than those two. Slambo and Vincent. The two men destined to meet each other in perhaps the bloodiest battle AWL has ever seen… The following is the first ever, Federal Express Match… Tonight… It’s all or nothing… One man will leave tonight, packaged inside a black wooden crate… the other… will leave as AWL’s World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion... Nikki Cooley: Yes, Travis dear, and you can feel that the tension in the air is growing! Here we are! At the main event! And both men realize exactly what is on the line here! The AWL World Heavyweight Title! Slambo hopes to put Vincent in his place and perhaps out of his misery! Vincent hopes to win the title for the first time, and destroy the legacy that is Slambo the Clown! For both of these chaps failure is not any option, especially since they are fighting on the biggest stage ever created in AWL's existence... AWL's Windy City Whiplash! There can be only one winner... one World Champion... two men will enter this match tonight... And it will be the man who wants it the most... And that is the question of the evening... Who wants to be the AWL World Heavyweight Champion the most? Steven Travis: Well, Nikki, we're about to find out, as the bell has just rung to officially start this match. Our main event of the evening has just started as Slambo the Clown and Vincent Knite now face each other in the first ever, Fed Ex match, and the AWL World Heavyweight Title is now on the line!!! The stadium just explodes into cheers as the bell rings, soaking in the electricity that is being generated between the two men in the ring, knowing that they can cut the tension with a knife... Without a single word being said between either man, both men slowly start circling each other around the ring. Then, suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, both men tie up in a flash. Instantly the muscles for both men can be seen tensing up, and flexing, as the veins in their arms can be seen popping out of their skin as both men struggle to gain the advantage. Slowly Vincent is the man who gains the advantage as he slowly drives Slambo into the corner, and holding him there for a long second, before finally Vincent listens to the referee's instructions and slowly breaks the hold. Vincent then slowly backs away, as he stares a hole through Slambo, before motioning that by the end of the match the AWL World Heavyweight Title will be around Vincent's waist! Slambo just glares at Vincent, before stepping out of the corner, gets right into Vincent's face, and.... Nikki Cooley: Sweet Christ!!! Steven Travis: Slambo just slapped the taste out of Vincent's mouth! I guess Slambo doesn't agree with Vincent's prediction of the outcome of the match! Nikki Cooley: Of course, Travis, since everyone knows that if the end result does not lead to Slambo not only dominating this match, much less earning the World Championship, then those predictions are nothing more than a pipe dream!! As Vincent is taken back for a moment by the sheer power of Slambo's slap, Slambo wastes little time, and follows up that slap with a strong right hand down into Vincent's jaw! The force of the punch actually spins Vincent around, as he then falls to one knee, gripping his jaw in pain. Vincent struggles to get to his feet, yet as soon as he does so, Slambo closes the gap between the two men and drives his knee HARD into Vincent's ribs!! Vincent instantly screams out in bloody murder as Slambo drives another HARD knee into Vincent’s ribs!! Slambo: “WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME, BITCH!!!” Nikki Cooley: Brilliant move by the clown! As Slambo has wasted little time in going after Vincent's ribs! All Slambo has to do is continue to press on his ribs, and sooner or later Vincent will be forced to give up, and this match will belong to Champion of Clowns!! Slambo continues to hold Vincent up, as he then drives several strong punches into Vincent's injured ribs, before grappling him from behind in a reverse front face lock then following that up with a backbreaker, slamming his back across his knee. Vincent now is screaming out in pain, as Slambo grabs onto the ring ropes for extra leverage, as he then steps on Vincent's injured ribs applying as much pressure on the as he can! As Vincent is screaming out in absolute pain, the referee steps into give Slambo a 5 count to get off of Vincent. At the count of 4 the clown finally gets off Vincent, before stomping down on Vincent's ribs as hard as he can! Slambo then roughly pulls Vincent to his feet, hoists him onto his shoulders ala torture rack before then driving Vincent’s side down HARD onto his knee for a rib breaker! Slambo then tosses Vincent belly first down onto the mat before then placing Vincent in a bow and arrow! Steven Travis: Slambo really focusing on those ribs of Vincent. Vincent has to be in extreme pain here! Nikki Cooley: This is some heavy pay back, Travis. Vincent has done nothing more than torment Slambo for almost a solid month, week in and week out Slambo was reduced to a shaking mass of insanity, all because Vince wanted the attention Slambo was getting from the fans. It’s pure jealousy, and now, after all that he’s done, the Clown is having his day! The referee quickly gets into position to check on Vincent, asking him if he gives up, yet even though Vincent is screaming out in massive amounts of pain Vincent never once even gives the hint that he is ready to submit! Slambo continues to pry on as much pressure as he can though, holding Vincent in the move for several moments, screaming at Vincent to give up like the weakling that he is! Vincent thought continues to fight through the pain though, refusing to submit, even though the pain can clearly be seen painted on his face! Steven Travis: Not sure what the referee is even doing out there, he can’t really do anything other than call for the bell once someone goes into the crate. Finally, after several moments, Slambo releases Vincent from the hold. Slambo slowly lifts Vincent to his feet, before grabbing him by the wrist, and whips Vincent to the far corner. Slambo instantly charges after Vincent, yet as soon as Vincent gets near the corner, he manages to use the momentum to flip up, and behind, Slambo as the Champion of Clowns rushes underneath him. As soon as Vincent lands on his feet, he drives a precise dropkick into Slambo's back, and sends him sternum first into the corner. Slambo stumbles away from the corner, as Vincent then gets to his feet, grabs Slambo from behind, and hits a release back Suplex!!! Steven Travis: Vincent may have bought himself some time here to regain his breath! Nikki Cooley: I am not so sure of that, Travis, as look at that fool! He can't get up to his feet as the effect of the beating that Slambo has put on his ribs are takings its effect! Vincent has to work though the pain to have any hope of winning this match, and so far he has yet to do so... Slowly Vincent starts to get to his feet as he then turns to notice that Slambo has made it to his feet as well. Vincent stumbles over to Slambo, blocks a punch from the clown, before managing to drive a punch of his own into his jaw! Vincent flinches a bit at the price of that punch is nothing but a pure sharp pain to his ribs, but Vincent sucks it up, as he drives another punch into the big mans jaw! Followed by another punch, and another, and yet another one, as Vincent is driving Slambo back into the near ropes. Vincent then quickly grabs Slambo by the wrist, and whips him towards the far ropes, which Slambo rebounds off of. Slambo ducks under the leapfrog by Vince, heads into the near ropes, rebounds, and then is caught by a monkey flip, which sends Slambo halfway across the ring!! Vincent, as quick as he can, gets to his feet to face the rising Slambo. Slambo charges at Vincent, yet Vincent manages to catch the big man with an arm drag, before the two opponents once again get to their feet. Vincent quickly drives a kick into Slambo's gut, before then grabbing onto him, and then hitting a stalling shin breaker!! Vincent slowly gets to his feet, and stumbles over to the near corner, while favoring his ribs the entire time. Slowly Vincent climbs to the top rope, before then turning to face the demented clown, and leaping off the top rope to hit a diving leg drop! Vincent screams out in pain from the damage he just gave his very own ribs by doing the move, yet he semi quickly rolls over to his stomach, and crawls over to Slambo to make the pin! Yet the referee waves his hands “No!” at Vince and points up the runway at the crate sitting next to the entrance. Vince pounds the mat in frustration having forgotten the stipulations due to the pain in his ribs, Vincent doesn't waste much time though, as he grabs Slambo by the head, and pulls him to his feet! Vincent drives a knife-edge chop into Slambo's chest, followed by another one, then hitting a Belly To Belly Front Suplex! Vincent slowly gets back to his feet, while pulling Slambo up as well, before then hitting a sloppy piledriver! Vincent grips his ribs in severe pain, slowly gets back to his feet! Vincent pulls Slambo up as well, before then driving Slambo back down into the mat with a picture perfect DDT. Vincent then slowly stumbles over to the far ropes, steps through them to stand on the apron, before then turning to go climb up the far corner. Once on the top rope, Vincent doesn't waste any time as he leaps off, and... Nikki Cooley: Oh Hell!! Steven Travis: Oh My...!!! Vincent wasted a little bit too much time climbing up to that top rope! As soon as Vincent came flying off the top rope, Slambo managed to get to his feet, and drive a vicious Buzz-Saw Kick straight into Vincent's ribs!!! Vincent instantly falls to a heap onto the mat, as Slambo slowly gets back to his feet, and attempts to clear the cobwebs forming in his head. Slambo stumbles back over to Vincent, before driving down several more boots to the littler mans ribs, causing more damage to Vincent's already injured ribs. Slambo then slowly pulls Vincent to his feet, before then whipping him into the ropes, Slambo then signals the fans with the thumbs down before... Nikki Cooley: SWEET DEAR GOD HE’S KILLED HIM!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD!!! Slambo Just Absolutely Drove Vincent Into The Hard Padding Out Side Of The Ring By Tossing Him Over The Top Rope With A Tazz Capture Suplex!!! Vincent Is Just Broken In Half!! Oh My God!!! As the stadium is chanting "Holy Shit!", Slambo slowly exits the ring, and stumbles over to Vincent. Slambo slowly puts his boot over Vincent's heart and gives it a little to push to see how much of a reaction comes from Vincent. All that comes from Vincent though is a half conscious, very painful, moan! Slambo doesn't take Vincent's current condition for granted though, as he drives down another vicious stomp down into Vincent's ribs, before then lifting Vincent to his feet. Slambo then drives Vincent's head down into the ring apron, before grabbing him by the wrist, and then whipping Vincent as hard as he can into the ring steps near the announcers tables that the steps actually go flying off of each other! Slambo slowly stumbles over to Vincent, drives another wicked kick into Vincent's ribs, before once again lifting him to his feet. Slambo the Clown drags Vincent past the destroyed Spanish Announce Table, and drags Vincent straight over to where Steven Travis and Nikki Cooley are sitting. Steven Travis: It appears that our announce table is going to be once again in the middle of a war between two AWL superstars, Nikki. We better get out of here! As both Nikki, and Steven, flee from their positions, Slambo drives Vincent's head straight down into the tabletop! Slambo attempts to follow that up with another chance to drive down Vincent’s head into the table top, yet Vincent weakly manages to block the big man from doing so, before Vincent then grabs Slambo by the head, and drives face first into the announce table. Slambo instantly attempts drive the cobwebs from his head, as he stumbles back a step, before he kicks Vincent in the ribs to drive him back several steps. Slambo then grabs one of the television monitors, and threatens to hit Vincent with it, yet the referee comes out of nowhere behind the clown to yank the monitor out of his hands!! Slambo instantly turns to yell at the referee, yet the referee yells back saying this match is not a street fight, and Slambo better not use any weapons if he is smart! Slambo just glares at the referee grabbing the remaining monitor and bashing the ever loving SHIT out of the referee!!! Nikki Cooley: You don’t MESS with the Clown! Steven Travis: Oh My No, Look!! Vincent is attempting to catch Slambo off guard with a clothesline, yet Slambo manages to duck out of the way in time and take Vince out with a leg take down, sending him face first into the referee’s crotch! That’s a HELL of a head butt!!! As Vincent falters for a second, trying to get to a knee, Slambo quickly strikes. Slambo quickly closes the gap between himself and Vincent before driving a very powerful knee into the back of Vincent! Vincent instantly screams out in bloody murder, before falling back to his hands and knees on the ground, while favoring his injured ribs at the same time! Slambo continues to press his attack though as he drives several more kicks into Vincent's ribs, before then lifting him up, and tossing him onto the announcer’s table! Slambo quickly climbs up onto the table after Vincent, before lifting Vincent to his feet, and then signaling to the crowd with a "thumbs-down" that he is going to put Vincent away for good now! Yet, before the Champion of Clowns can perform any move at all, Vincent manages to drop down to one knee, before driving a forearm up into the Slambo's groin! Slambo instantly falls down to one knee, screaming out in pain, as Vincent slowly gets to his feet. Vincent, realizing that he has the advantage at the moment, begins to start to unleash a flurry of weak punches down into Slambo's head. Yet soon as the punches begin, they start flying at the clown’s head faster, and with more intensity, and with more power behind each shot, as Vincent's adrenaline obviously is starting to kick in. Once feeling that the clown is now weak enough, Vincent pulls Slambo to his feet, and.... Nikki Cooley: KNIFE BLOOD NIGHTMARE!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD!!! The knife Blood Nightmare! Vincent Just Drove Slambo Through Our Announcers Table With one of his trademark moves!! Oh My God! Neither man is moving right now!!! For several moments neither Vincent, or Slambo, or even the referee are seen moving as the whole stadium are standing on their feet while cheering and chanting "Holy Shit!" at the same time. Slowly Vincent is the first to move, as he slowly crawls away from Slambo, and towards the ring. Vincent slowly rolls into the ring, before laying flat on his back, desperately trying to gasp for air, no matter how painful that is due to his ribs. Steven Travis: Wait a moment... Who is that jumping out from the audience, and is getting into the ring?!! What on earth does that woman think she is doing?!! The arena begins to buzz in confusion as a tall, trim, and an incredibly fit woman enters the ring behind Vincent. The woman has red/blonde straight hair that goes to nearly her waist. The camera then catches her green eyes glaring down at Vincent. The camera also manages to catch that she has adorn herself in black leather pants, a black shirt, the same sleeveless black killer clown t-shirt that is identical to what Slambo wears. The mystery woman waits, as Vincent slowly gets to his feet, unaware of the woman standing behind him, as he then slowly turns as his eyes then meet with the woman. Vincent forms a confused look for a second, before recognizing the woman, and a single name escapes his lips.. Clara! Before Vincent can say, or do anything else, the woman reaches out to grab Vincent and... Nikki Cooley: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!! Steven Travis: Oh My...!! The Dagger Driver! That woman hit Vincent with what appears to be one of his very own finishing moves, The Dagger Driver, a variation of the Cradle Piledriver! Who is this woman?!! Why is she out here?!! Why did she just attack Vincent?!! Before any of those questions could be answered, and before security could storm the ring to get their hands on the mystery woman, the woman quickly exits the ring and makes her way out through the crowd. The whole stadium quickly lets out murmurs of confusion of what exactly just happened in the ring. Meanwhile outside of the ring Slambo, who missed what had happened in the ring with Vincent and the mystery woman, had slowly gotten to his feet, and sees that Vincent is laying unconscious in the middle of the ring. The clown then stumbles over to the referee, slaps him in the back of the head a few times to wake him up, before dragging the referee to the ring and tossing him in through the ropes. Slambo then slowly slides in after the referee, before dragging him over to Vincent and dropping to a knee. Slambo shakes his head shaking loose the cobwebs; he clenches his teeth and screams out in frustration, before slowly getting back to his feet, while pulling Vincent up with him. Slambo instantly drives several punches into Vincent's ribs, causing Vincent to stumble back several steps by screaming out in pain, yet Vincent block out the pain as best as he can by driving a solid uppercut into the clowns jaw, actually causing him to stumble back several steps. Vincent instantly goes on the offensive, driving several punches into the big mans skull, while driving him back into the near ropes. Vincent then grabs Slambo by the wrist and attempts to whip him into the far ropes, yet Slambo manages to reverse the momentum though, and sends Vincent rushing into the far ropes instead. As soon as Vincent rebounds off the ropes, Slambo manages to catch him, before driving Vincent down into the canvas HARD with a sidewalk slam! Vincent scream out in massive amounts of pain before Slambo runs off the ropes just as Vincent gets to a knee... Nikki Cooley: GOOD GOD!!!! Steven Travis: CLOWNING WIZARD! Slambo Just Hit Vincent with The Clowning Wizard!!! Slambo instantly gets up and points out at the crowd and begins going old school Hulk Hogan on them! He stops suddenly and points directly at the black wooden crate sitting at the top of the ramp!!! The crowd goes NUTS! Steven Travis: This whacko certainly knows how to work a crowd! Slambo grabs Vincent up by the hair of the head, blood pouring from his face due to the big boot from Slambo’s clown shoe. Slambo whips Vincent so hard he tumbles over the top rope and lands in a heap on the floor ringside. Slambo slides from under the bottom rope and motions for a chair, in which every fan on the front row oblige by throwing him their chairs, Slambo picks one out of the 12 or so chairs that came his way, and cracks it over Vince’s back, who in turn screams bloody murder!! Vincent starts crawling away up the ramp. Slambo follows closely behind; stalking Vince like a tiger stalks gazelle, Nikki Cooley: Look at him run! Slambo’s got him right where he wants him! Slambo cracks the chair over Vince’s back, which drops to the runway kicking and screaming! Slambo pulls him up by the hair and sends the chair into his ribs doubling him over, Slambo draws way back and smacks the chair across the side of Vince’s bloody head, sending him staggering up the steps towards the entrance. Steven Travis: This has got to be for every shot Vincent has given Slambo over the last few weeks, he’s getting paid back in full! Slambo swings the chair sideways, smacking it across Vince’s shoulder, causing him to spill to the floor, merely a few feet from the wooden crate. Slambo drags a thumb across his throat and motions for The Last Laugh! Slambo quickly works to put Vincent over his shoulder, as the fans let out a pop at the sight that Slambo is going for the Last Laugh, yet somehow Vincent manages to get a thumb in Slambo’s eye and prevents from hitting the move for the moment as he starts to unleash a flurry of elbow's into Slambo’s head. Slambo struggles to keep his grip on Vince, yet quickly is becoming woozy from all the elbow shot being driven into his temple, and slowly feels his grip on Vince loosening. Once Slambo has given Vincent enough slack to free himself, Vincent pushes himself off of Slambo’s shoulder, and lands on his feet behind the big man. Slambo slowly turns around to face Vincent, yet Vincent quickly leaps into the air and drives a standing dropkick into the fan favorite, causing Slambo to stumble back against the open wooden crate! Vincent quickly turns and charges back towards Slambo while screaming at the top of his lungs! Vincent then drives a massive clothesline into Slambo, which sends the clown reeling backwards into the wooden crate! Nikki Cooley: OH MY! All he has to do is slam the lid shut and he’s won it all!!! Vincent then stumbles away from the crate before falling to one knee as he tries the regain some of his breath while shaking away the cobwebs that have formed in his head thanks to the beating Slambo has given him most of the match. Inside the crate Slambo slowly gets to his feet, before gently touching his temple, before pulling his hand away to see that blood is coating his fingertips!! The site of his own blood sends Slambo into frenzy! He quickly lifts his leg over the side of the crate and darts for Vincent who is slumped on the steel runway, Slambo drives a running falling combination of a Polish hammer across the back of Vincent’s neck! Slambo starts hammering away at the fallen man, when suddenly he sinks his teeth into the back of Vince’s head!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD! SLAMBO’S BITING HIM!!! Nikki Cooley: HE’S DRAWING BLOOD! THIS IS SICK!! Steven Travis: I Seriously doubt Slambo’s had any Hepatitis shots. Slambo lets loose of Vince’s gushing head and spits his blood into the air, before hammering away with big right hands! Slambo pulls Vince to his feet by the hair, and suddenly latches on again, this time biting Vince on the nose! Nikki Cooley: HE’S TRYING TO BITE HIS NOSE OFF!!! Slambo suddenly flings Vincent across the stage, who collides with the wooden crate, flips upside down, and falls neck first inside. Slambo staggers over to the chair which lay on the ground, a dark red blood splatter gracing the seat, Slambo picks it up, walks over to the crate, and just as Vincent sticks his head out of the top, Slambo swings the chair so hard he busts the seat out of the chair!!! Vincent drops like a bag of hammers, and Slambo suddenly slams the lid of the crate shut!!! The stadium goes absolutely APE SHIT as "Grease Paint and Monkey Brains" begins to blare over the PA, and Slambo then slowly staggers backwards. The makes his way groggily up the runway and comes over to Slambo to hand him the AWL World Heavyweight Title, which Slambo takes, before then holding high over his head in victory!! Nikki Cooley: Yes!! I told you, I TOLD YOU, I fricken told you!!! There was no way that Vincent could defeat Slambo tonight for that AWL World Heavyweight Title! Slambo is perhaps the greatest wrestler in the world right now! I can tell that he is going to hold onto that belt for a very, very, bloody long time!! Steven Travis: What a match... What a show, Ladies and Gentlemen! Once again, in my opinion, AWL has managed to not only live up to its hype, but also surpass it at the very same time! We are out of time here though, folks, but we want to thank you for spending your evening with us by watching AWL's Windy City Whiplash! Be sure to join us next Friday for another edition of AWL's Friday Night Fury, where we’ll find out exactly where Slambo sends his package! Until then, this is Steven Travis, for Nikki Cooley, goodnight! Goodnight everyone! |
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