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Canadian Warfare 2006
Topic Started: Jun 15 2006, 03:32 AM (466 Views)
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Steve: Welcome one and all to the Halifax Metro Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada as the Action Wrestling League proudly presents "Canadian Warfare"! Im Steven Travis and besides me is none other than the sultry Nikki Cooley!

Nikki: Thanks Steven, We have a great Pay-Per-View event for you this evening as we have eight great matches for you!

Steve: I can't wait! We have a great line up for you folks including the one you have been waiting for, our once lovavble clown turned into evil hell spawn, Hunter Weiss, defends the AWL Heavyweight Championship against the frost man himself, Chill

Nikki: Will it ever! Slambo has snapped big time and even my hubby Fox couldn’t help, meaning Chill has not one, but two uphill battles tonight as he is gunning for the gold AND staying alive!

Steve: That’s not all either folks! We have our Diamond Champion Solomon Black putting his title on the line tonight against Mike Stryker in a Ultimate Submission Match!

Nikki: I don’t get men... They are fighting over who has the respective rights to their finishing move? I think this is gonna be another great match for the books!

Steve: Also for you folks we have the Hardcore Championship on the line tonight as the AWL Hardcore Champion, Eros Mako goes to defend his recently aquired title against the "Executioner" Peter Gilmour, in a “Contract in Blood” Ladder match!

Nikki: I will tell you this Steven, this will seal one of the two susperstars fates as it will prevent in one of them not getting another chance to fight for the hardcore title for an entire year!

Steve: I agree... We have the “Koopamaniac” Ash Koopa settling the feud with Mike Lane

Nikki: Now this should be the main event! This feud has gotten my eye for a while now!

Steve: Well we also have a “Tag Team Free For All” match that involves three of AWL’s best tag teams that will fight for the chance at the newly announced “AWL Tag Team Titles” it will be Greg Cherry and Eric "E-Bomb" Smiles, The Hitmen and The Model Youth!

Nikki: this match is going to be intense! I hadn’t seen such hostility towards these three teams and in no doubt are gonna shine out there tonight to get their hands on that cotenant gold!

Steve: Also on the line up tonight, we have Eliza Slaine, who as of late, caught the CEO of AWL, Jack Sparrows, in a compromising position in search of a shot at Travis Bane, only to get the wrath of “The Man” and placed against the one man that single handedly beat the stuffing out of Bane... The number one jobber of AWL, Joe Jobber!

Nikki: I think she was robbed! I still think it wasn’t her fault that Jack and Jill decide to go “down” to break their “crowns”!

Steve: Also we have for you tonight, we have a “Triple Threat Elimination Brabwire Deathmatch” involving another feuding couple, Blain Hamman and Rob Garcia, with newly added MCR to make it even more interesting!

Nikki: I will tell you this much... MCR being in the mix is gonna make it tough for him because Blain and Rob both have unfinished business with each other and they don’t take kindly to people meddling in there affiars!

Steve: And finally we have for you a special treat as the rest of the AWL talent will be put to the test as they will face each other in a "King of the Hardcore Hill” Match!

Nikki: This will be insane! Some much is at stake here as these men and women fight for the right to be named King or Queen of the Hardcore!

Steve: In any case this night will promise you an explosion of talent and talk... Welcome to the Action Wrestling League!!!

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[align=center]:::Last Man Standing Match:::
Ash Koopa vs. Mike Lane [/align]

Steve:Up next is the one match I have been waiting for all night! Ash Koopa vs Mike Lane! One on one!

Nikki: thats right these two men have had it out for each other, and tonight there facing off for we think the end of this feud!

Steve: lets go down to ringside where Kevin Sputnik is standing by.

Kevin: Ladys and Gentlmen!!! This next match is scheduled for4 one fall!!!!

The crowd stands to their feet as the opening riffs of Audioslave's "The Worm" blast over the speakers.

Kevin: Making his way to the ring from Kingsport, Tennessee!!!

As the intro picks up in intensity, Mike Lane steps into the arena, his face stretched into a smirk. He stands in the entrance way, and extends his arms in the crucifix pose as a small wall of pyro erupts around him. As the pyro vanishes, Lane swaggers down the entrance way, insulting the fans that line the aisle.


Kevin: Wieghing in at 285 pounds!!! He is MIKE LANE!!!!

The crowd erupt into boo's. The veteran pops his neck before walking up the steel steps, and climbing between the ropes. He heads to one side of the ring, and points towards the camera. Lane heads to the nearest turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the crucifix pose. As the music fades out he gets down off the turnbuckle and stares at the entry way waiting for Ash to come out.


Kevin: And his opponent!!!!

"Flash's Theme" by Queen blast over the PA! The arena lights begin flashing a combination of red and white in beat with the music. Once the main tune kicks in, the lights remain white and 'The KoopaManiac' Ash Koopa saunters out onto the stage with a grin on his face as he plays along with the music on his air guitar. The crowd is going wild!!!


Kevin: From Kissimmee, Florida

Reaching the top of the ramp, Ash looks out at the crowd and breaks into a pose, prompting a series of red fireworks to explode either side of him. Ash begins making his way down the ramp for the ring, slapping hands with the fans in between playing the air guitar and singing the lyrics to his song. Upon reaching ringside, Ash searches out a small child in the front row and places his red headband on the youngster, then bounces up the ring steps and quickly ducks through the ropes into the squared circle. Once in the ring, Ash heads straight up to the ropes


Kevin: Weighing in at 268 pounds! He is ASH KOOPA!!

Ash starts to performs the various Hogan poses, then gives a thumbs up to the fans, before stretching against the ropes whilst waiting on the bell. The fans are on there feet!


Steve: And would you listen to the fans, the are more then excited to see Ash Koopa here tonight!

As Ash put his arms down Mike Lane quickly strikes from behind with an elbow to the back of the head, sending Koopa stummbling forward!

Bell rings.


Nikki: And theres the sound of the bell!

Steve: Mike Lane with a cheap shot to the back of Koopas head!

Lane continues to hammer away at the back of Ash's head! Then grabing himinot a head lock and hitting him again in the fore head. As Mike has him in a head lock Koopa then picks him up for a side suplex slamingMike Lane down to the mat! Mike grabs his back in pain, as Ash Koopa is on his feet and ready for action! Mike Lane gets up and rush Koopa only to get caught by a hip toss! Mike goes crashing down to the mat, and is right back up to rush Koopa again, and is hit with a back body drop! Mike goes flying back down to the mat!! he gets back up stumbling backwards into the ropes, and Ash rushs him and hits a hard close line, that sends Mike lane over the top rope and to the out side area!! The crowd is going wild as Ash Koopa throws his hands up in the air nodding his head and then pointing at Mike Lane!

Steve: Ash Koopa came to play rough!

Nikki: I think Mike didnt expect that from a man with a injured leg!

Mike gets to his feet and waits a minute to get back into the ring. He grabs his back in pain. Then screaming at a near by fan! The crowd erupt into boos! As Mike is yelling at the fan he hasnt noticed Ash Koopa has slid to the outside of the ring! Ash grabs a hand full of Mike Lanes hair and brings him over to the ring and rolls him in. As Ash comes to roll himself back into the ring Mike quickly gets to his feet and starts stomping away at Ash's back! Once he finally gets Ash down he starts to stomp away at the injured leg of Ash! Ash grabs his leg and yells out in pain! Mike Lane takes a few steps back and then foward again and hops into the air hitting a knee drop right on to the leg of Ash! Mike then quickly back up grabbing Ashs leg and getting him in a leg lock! Ash starts to scream in pain, and the ref gets down to see if he will tap out.


Steve: Nice strategy by Mike Lane going straight after the injured leg of Ash Koopa!

Ash continues to tell the ref he refuses to quit! Suddenly the fans start cheering louder, and louder! AND LOUDER! Its grabbing Ashs attention and Ash starts pulling himself over to the ropes until he finally makes it! the ref now screaming at Mike to let go, in which he does. He then drags the hurt Koopa up to his feet and stand him up. As Ash is standing there ina daze Mike runs to the ropes behind Ash bouncing off and heading back his way and hits a bull dog sending Ash face first into the mat! Mike then rolls to the outside and walks over to the aounnce area. He throws the ring bell guy out of his chair and grabs it!


Steve: Just what the hell do you think your doing damnit! He needs that chair!

Mike ignores Steve, and starts to walk over to the ring. Ash has already gotten up, and as Mike walks over to the ring he looks up just in time to see Ash running and going threw the ropes to hit a suicide dive going head first into the chair and sending it sashing into Mikes face!


Steve: OH MY GOD! Both men got there heads hit on that one!!!

Ash is trying his hardest to get up as is Mike. But Mike is the first man up ad picks that chair up and Slams it across the face of Ash Koopa! Ash falls to his knees and then gets it smashed into his skull again by Mike Lane! Mike Drops the chair and goes to poick up Ash. As he does so, we see Ash Koopas head is busted open and the blood is starting to flow out! Mike Irish whips Koopa into the corner of the ring in which Ash hits the stairs ad goes stumbling into them, knocking them over and he falls on top! Mike Lane a little out of breath takes his time getting over to Ash. When he does he picks him up and hits a northern lights suplex on to the mat on the outside!


Steve: Ash hit the very very thin mat!

Mike sits back up and leans over and starts to bunch the bloody head of Ash. The fans are booing! he screams for them to shut up, and then on to his feet again. Pulling Ash up he Irish whips him into the guard rail. Ash grabs his back in pain, but as Mike walks over he is caught by an upper cut straight to the chin, Mike is sent stumbling back. Mike then rushs back and hits a hard boot to the face of Ash sending him to his knees!! he hits the head of Ash twice, only for Ash to snap out of it and shake his head!!! Mike hits him again but no succese! Ash is got one foot up!! Mike again strikes him and its not working!! Ash now on both feet and Mike gives him a hard hit to the head! Ash is saying hell no!!! And Punchs Mike straight into the jaw sending him stumbling back! Ash then waits and as Mike turns around he is caught with a cloths line from Ash.sending him crashing down to the floor!


Steve: Ash is fighting back!!

Ash then picks Mike up off the floor but sends him back down with a body slam!! Koopa then goes under the ring only to pull out a table, he sets it up and as Mike is getting up he grabs Mike, then power bombing him threw the table!


STEVE: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

The fans are on there feet! Mike seems to be out cold! But Ash picks him up again! This time laying him out on the stairs that he had knocked over earlier! Ash then rolls into the ring and goes to the top rope!


Nikki Whats he doing!?

Steve: NO NO!! Ahs this is suicide!!

Ash points to all the fans and then leaps off the top ropecrashing down with the Ultimate leg drop of doom!!! The fans are going wild!! The ref goes to the outside now to see the mayhem! He starts the count as Ash barely pulls him self up off the ground!

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Steve: ITS OVER ITS OVER!!! ASH KOOPA WINS!!!!

The bell rings and Ashs music hits! Ash IS barely standing up trying to hold himself up with one arm hanging on the bottom ropes! The ref runs over and raises his hand in the air! Ash nods his head and the fans are going wild!!! Ash barely points to the corwd and then starts limping to the back. So bad the ref then decides to help him to the back area!

Steve: And it seems Ashs leg is badly injured, was the war really worth it! In Ashs eyes I belive so! A great show by both men!

Nikki: Indeed they gave it there all, nice work to btoh men!

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We are LIVE from halifax, Nova Scotia as the fans cheer loudly. We then see Peter Gilmour getting ready for his big match tonight with Eros Mako in a CONTRACT IN BLOOD Match for the AWL Hardcore Title. We see Ashley Marie and Max Masterson are watching. Suddenly, Kareem Jones comes in. Ashley stops him.

Ashley: Not now Kareem, my man doesnt need to answer any questions now. He cannot be bothered. Come back later.

Max: How about never! Come on Pete! Show me that intensity. Show me what we’ve trained for over the past 3 weeks.

Peter does a few more crunches and then screams at the top his lungs. He then gets up to his feet and sees Kareem Jones looking on.

Peter: Ah, Mr. Jones. SO glad to see you. What can I help you with?

Kareem: Well, I wanted to know your thoughts on tonight’s match. You are going into a CONTRACT IN BLOOD match with Eros Mako. Now the winner is the first person to climb the ladder and get the briefcase that has a contract saying that the LOSER cannot wrestle in the hardcore division ever again and has to sign his name IN BLOOD! Do you have any doubts going into this match?

Peter laughs wickedly then looks at Kareem.

Peter: Doubts? You think I have doubts huh? Well, to be honest, I do. I do have a feeling that this may be my last hardcore title match. But if it is, its been a great run. Kareem, I’ve been in the hardcore division for 8 years and I’ve loved every second of it. Being hardcore is like a drug for me. You want to quit, but the addiction keeps drawing you back. That is why I accepted this match. I am so obsessed with the Hardcore Title that tonight, I will do EVERYTHING and ANYTHING to get it back around my waist. I will not let my legacy die. But if it does end tonight, then the legend of Peter Gilmour ends with it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go.

Peter, Ashley and Max all leave and head down the hall. The camera follows them to the gorilla position. Peter then stops and looks at a picture of himself that he took out from his pocket. Ashley looks back at Peter.

Ashley: SOmething wrong baby?

Peter: *sighs* No baby, I’m ok. Just let me be with my thoughts for a minute.

Ashley turns back to the gorilla position awaiting the cue to go out to the arena. Peter is still looking at the picture. It is of himself and the BPW title, the last world title he ever held before joining AWL. He looks at it intently then speaks.

Peter: Win or lose, the Executioner will be no more. Everyone will see a new breed of Peter Gilmour very soon. and its not going to be pretty. Eros, prepare to get taught a wrestling LESSON!

Peter rips up the picture he was holding and throws it in the garbage as he stands next to Max and Ashley as they await to go out to the arena for their match.

FIN

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*The camera fades into Jill Valentine, who is currently looking for Eric Smiles, apparently unaware of the promo that Eric cut prior to the PPV.*

Jill: ERIC!

*Eric turns around holding a water bottle. He is in full wrestling attire.*

Eric: Oh….hello MRS. Valentine.

Jill: Uhhh, hi Eric? I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions about your match tonight?

Eric: Of course, MRS. Valentine. Because we’re such good FRIENDS, and I would never do anything to BETRAY you.

Jill: Umm, that’s good. Anyway, what do you feel are your chances of victory tonight?

Eric: Well, since Greg is distracted by his friend’s problems, and I am distracted by certain BETRAYALS in my own life, I feel our chances aren’t too good. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you Jill?

Jill: No….no I wouldn’t. Who do you think will be your biggest challenge tonight?

Eric: Well, I would say TMY, because they have a habit of STABBING YOU IN THE BACK. You know, they COME FROM BEHIND and RIP OUT YOUR HEART and then proceed to EAT IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES.


*Jill is confused.*

Jill: Eric, why are you talking like that?

Eric: Like what, MRS. Valentine?

Jill: Like tha-Nevermind. Thanks for your time. Good luck tonight. I’ll be rootin’ for ya!


*Eric suddenly starts crying. He throws his bottle of water across the hallway.*

Eric: WHY MUST YOU TAUNT ME, YOU CRUEL SADISTIC HARPY!?!

*Eric runs away, crying, leaving a very confused Jill Valentine. The camera fades out.*

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~For #1 Contendership of AWL Heavyweight Championship~
Blain Hamman vs. Rob Garcia vs. MCR
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The match started off with all three men in ring, MCR the new guy measuring the other two up. Where as the other two think nothing of MCR. Blain and Rob lock up as MCR is pretty cautious of the ropes, sliding under them and going out and under the ring right away. He pulls out a chair with barbed wire wrapped around it, the fans go crazy for it. He slides in, but Blain and Rob stop their exchange of rights & lefts and team up on MCR for most of the start. MCR is at one point thrown into the ropes back first, and stays hung up for a few seconds, before Blain pulls him off. They continue doing battle until Rob gets hold of the chair and when Blain turns to go after MCR again, he gets hit in the back, and the chair is seen hanging off his back for about 4 or 5 seconds before it falls off, blood is can be seen. Rob tries numerous covers on Blain, but Blain keeps kicking out. MCR lays low under the bottom barb wire rope.

Later on in the match, Blain gets back to his feet as Rob runs in with a baseball slide to MCR, taking him out of the ring. When Rob gets to his feet, turns around, hes met with a thunderous chair shot by Blain, barb wire and all in the face. Rob goes down hard as MCR slides back in furious. He comes behind Blain whose looking at Rob, and spins him around. Bang! MCR is hit in the gut then across the back by Blain. Blain proceeds to do leg drops with the chair into MCR's frontside and backside whenever he flips over from the last shot. After about the 5th time, Blain lays off and turns, and is connected with a crossbody from the top turnbuckle by Rob. Rob seeing both men down goes out of the ring, under it, then pulls out a table, with barb wire wrapped around the centre. He sets it up and taunts the crowd a bit. He slides in and picks MCR up. MCR's chest is completely red and some blood visible, his backside much worse. He's whipped into the ropes opposite the table outside. MCR is hung up, as Rob grabs him by the back of the head. He rips him off, runs and throws him over the top rope nearest the table, and MCR crashes through, right in the centre. Rob turns his attention to Blain again, who is back on his feet in the corner. Rob runs in, but is met with multiple punches followed by a DDT. Al lthree men layed out.

Towards the 10 minute mark, it's still Rob in control. He hasn't gone near MCR since the table and has focused on Blain. Blain is hit with another chair shot in the face, and then Rob sees MCR getting up outside. He points to MCR, leaning against a commentary table, looking away. The crowd cheers, MCR thinking it's for him getting up. Rob goes opposite ropes and then runs, leaps over the top rope! Midair chair shot to the back of the head by Rob to MCR! MCR goes flipping forward over the commentary table, as Rob lays outside holding his own back from the fall.

About 4 minutes later, Blain is back up in ring and MCR still looks out of it completely. Rob is back in the game, trying to catch his breathe outside. Rob eventually gets back in, and is met with stomps from Blain. Blain gets the upperhand once again, whipping Rob into the ropes back and forth, 4 times. Rob gets pulled in by Blain and Blain plays the crowd. Blain looks like he's going to hit the AF1, but MCR gets back in the ring. Blain looks back and sees, and shoves Rob into the ropes, Rob gets hung up as Blain focuses in on MCR. MCR gets to his feet, turns around, face to face with Blain, AF1!!! MCR goes into the mat hard, but Blain doesn't think it's enough yet. He grabs the chair, but sees it's dented. He tosses it aside, and goes out and under. He pulls out... a 2x4? He holds it up high, now showing it has barb wire all around it's end. He slides in, and sees MCR to one knee. MCR is about to stand up but Blain nails him across the back of the head. MCR just drops. Blain drops the 2x4, and rolls MCR over. He covers, and gets the 3.


ELIMINATED: MCR

Blain celebrates his win, not seeing Rob is still up, just hung up on the ropes. Rob now pulls himself off and stumbles right into Blain with a clothesline to the back of Blain's head. Blain goes down hard face first. Rob grabs Blain's 2x4 and strikes down on Blain across the back twice. Blain screams out, now showing his backside is busted open. Rob covers, but Blain kicks out. Rob continues to perform various suplexs and holds on Blain.

Finally, Rob pulls Blain ot his feet, and Blain builds momentum up, exchanging evenly placed blows to Rob. They go back and forth, but its Blain who hits a knee to the gut. Rob doubles over and Blain connects with a powerbomb, but runs and "slams" Rob into the ropes with it. Rob practically flips over the top rope on his backside, being diggen into by the barb wire. Rob flips back into the ring, stumbles forward on his feet and right into a AF1!!! Rob goes down, Blain goes to the corner, up top, The Great Final!!! Blain covers, and gets the 3!!


ELIMINATED: Rob

Winner: Blain

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Steven: Wow what a great fight that was!

Nikki: No doubt about it! That one will go into the record books!

Steven: I really think those two men really gave it there... wait a minute... This just in!

Nikki: What the hell is your problem? You go little Timmy the newspaper boy on us?

Steven: I can’t explain it without cutting to the backstage cameras! Lets have a look!

Nikki: Yep... I lost him...

The scene backstage is brutal as we see AWL’s number one jobber, Joe Jobber, laying on a heap of wiring equipment in the parking lot area of the arena. He is bleeding from his forehead like a miniature Niagra Falls as EMT’s and AWL personnel tend to the fallen wrestler. Jobber is lifted up by a the EMT’s as his feet drag on the ground. He is placed on a stretcher and carted off as the CEO and President of AWL, Jack Sparrows, arrives on the scene to assess the situation

Jack: What the hell is going on here!?!

EMT: It looks like someone attacked Joe Jobber and left him for dead just about.

Jack: Ok I want everyone to start canvassing the arena and look for anyone, and I mean fans, vendors, even the AWL superstars that look suspicious! Now! I don’t pay you to stand around! GO!

The AWL staff members scurry off like a flock of seagulls being threatened to be ran over by a car in a McDonald’s parking lot. Jack bows his head in disgrace and shakes it back and forth in a “No” fashion when out of nowhere, an object catches his eye. He walks over and notices a shiny object hanging on a part of erect scaffolding and moves in for confirmation of the such out of place item. He places his hand around it and looks at it, seeing a silver cross pendant. He grips it in his hand with a such force that it bends the soft metal, then tosses it

Jack: Eliza... I got you now!

The scene cuts back to Steven and Nikki at the announcer’s table as they looked shocked

Steven: I can’t believe this! What poor sportsmanship to attack someone for there own gain!

Nikki: Are you nuts!?! If and I mean IF Eliza did do this, she was just protecting what she was rightfully given... The match against Travis Bane! It’s not her fault that the CEO decided to get shloshed with that skanky Jill Valentine!

Steven: That’s not fair to Jill, she was under the influence and taken advantage of...

Nikki: And let me guess... She was forced to drink that whisky... Get bent Steven!

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Cutting backstage in the Halifax Metro Centre, home to tonight's Action Wrestling League mega-event Canadian Warfare, live on Pay-Per-View for the masses - I had to add that - we find Kareem Jones, interviewer extraordinaire, walking backstage. Dressed in a white t-shirt, navy blue pants and matching sports jacket, along with a black flat cap, Kareem makes his way through the corridors of the arena, before stopping outside of the medical room and turning his attention to the camera.

Kareem: "Ladies and gents, Kareem Jones here. And I'm currently outside the Metro Centre's medical facility where, in just a few short minutes, I hope to get a few words with Ash Koopa, coming off of a huge victory over Mike Lane in the Last Man Standing match. Ash is, right now, getting patched up for all the bumps and bruises he took in th-"

Suddenly, Kareem falls silent as the whirring sound of an electric drill fills the air, followed closely by a blood-curdling scream. The scream of a grown man, that is. Obviously stunned, Kareem blinks slowly and tries to focus, before blinking for a second time and raising the microphone back to his mouth.

Kareem: "We'll be right back.."

Cue the extremely nervous and forced smile, before we fade and cut.
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Steven: Well, it looks like it’s time for another GREAT match!

Nikki: Yeah….great….did you know that Brangelina thought about naming their baby Gettysburg instead of Shiloh?

Steven: No, I didn’t know tha-WAIT A MINUTE! Why are you reading People Magazine right now?!

Nikki: Eros Mako bores me. As much as I love watching Peter Gilmour kick his ass, I already know exactly what is going to happen.

Steven: Oh my god, you are the most unprofessional person I have ever worked with.

Nikki: Let’s see, am I a spring tone, or do I match summer better?


*While Nikki ponders her skin tone, the lights in the arena suddenly go out. The crowd gasps loudly as a long, slow, dark, and intense operetta kicks up. A blue light shines down on the entirety of the entrance ramp, being a little bit brighter at the top of the ramp. Peter Gilmour comes out from the back, wearing an executioner’s robe, the hood covering his face. With his right hand he drags a large executioner’s axe behind him. Ashley comes out behind him, carrying some kind of dumby with a bag over it’s head. The camera suddenly focuses on a tree stump that has been placed at the center of the top of the ramp. Ashley places the dumby’s head on the stump, taking off the bag and revealing a face that is suppose to be in the image of Eros Mako. Peter Gilmour looks down at the Eros Mako dumby. He suddenly pulls a microphone from his robe and places it to his lips with his left hand.*

Peter: Eros Mako. You have been tried and found guilty of the defilement of the Hardcore Title. Your punishment is long, painful execution!

*Peter Gilmour throws the microphone down. He then does a slow cut-throat symbol, lifts the axe high above his head, and brings it down on the neck of the Eros Mako dumby, lobbing the head clean off. As the axe hits the stump, flames shoot from both ends of the ramp. The lights come back on and “Execution Style” by Soulfly hits over the PA. Peter and Ashley share a quick kiss and begin to make their way down to the ring, Peter Gilmour focusing solely on the ring. He walks up the stairs, holds the ropes down for Ashley, who struts her stuff as she enters, and then crawls over the second rope to enter the ring. He stands on the left turnbuckle, closest to the ramp, removes his hood and does a “next champ” sign over his waist.*

Kevin: The following contest is a Contract In Blood Ladder Match. Now, the Challenger, from Brooklyn New York, “The Executioner” PETEEEEEER GILMOOOOOOUUUUUURRRR!!!!

Nikki: Oh look, the Hardcore Champion is in the ring.

Steven: He’s the contender Nikki.

Nikki: He’s fighting Eros Mako, right?

Steven: Well, yes.

Nikki: Oh look, the Hardcore Champion is in the ring.


*The first tentative collection of chords signaling the beginning of Dir en Grey‘s “I‘ll“ signify the coming. The darkness covers, consumes, draws in and overtakes the arena. At the entrance, in a flash of thunderous lightning, stands the core of that darkness, one Eros Mako. He slides down the ramp, hands calmly together in mock prayer. He never even looks at the axe or the effigy of himself. He nods to the audience members, occasionally reaches out at them and for a hand shake. When he reaches the ring, he crawls in on his stomach. On his shoudlers, his trench coat is still there, and he hasn't seemed to have taken it off as he usually would do in a normal match. On his shoulder, is the Hardcore Championship Belt, which he hands to the referee.*

Kevin: And now the champion, hailing from Flint, Michigan, ERRRRROOOOOOOOSSSSSS MAAAAAAAKOOOOOO!!!!

Nikki: Let’s go midget!

Steven: Come on, he’s not that small.

Nikki: Santa’s Helper!


*Peter and Eros stare each other down at opposite ends of the ring. It can be noted that “Lady Acid” is not there.*

Nikki: See, the dwarves girlfriend doesn’t even have enough faith in him. I would also like to note he hasn’t taken his trenchcoat off. He doesn’t expect to be staying in this match long.

*Peter gets right in Eros’s face, pushing him a little, flexing his muscles, and showing off the size advantage he has. Eros just stares at him, not budging an inch, showing no sign of fear. Suddenly, Peter slaps the living shit out of Eros. Eros doesn’t budge. He simply stands there, holding his jaw and laughing. He takes two steps back, still smiling, and removes his trenchcoat, revealing his black spandex shirt, suspenders, leather pants, boots, elbow pads, and two kendo sticks strapped to his back. He reaches up for the kendo sticks, takes them off his back, and twirls them down. He then lashes out, striking both sides of Peter’s face with the kendo sticks. The ref calls for the bell to start the match.*

Steven: Looks like the “dwarf” just laid out the “hardcore champion”.

Nikki: Cheater…

Steven: It’s a no DQ Match?

Nikki:…….cheater
.

*Eros has acted quickly, going towards Peter Gilmour with the Kendo sticks, whipping him across the back with well placed, carefully aimed shots. Gilmour kneels down on one knee, holding the second rope and clutching his back. Eros places his two kendo sticks behind Peter’s neck and pulls his neck down, ramming Gilmour’s face into the upward moving knee of Eros Mako. Eros gives Gilmour three knee shots like this before giving two low roundhouse kicks to the ribs. Eros then moves behind Gilmour and gives him a thrust kick to the back, sending Gilmour flying into the second turnbuckle face first. Eros continues the attack, slapping both sides of Gilmour’s ribs with his kendo sticks. He then wraps the kendo sticks around the arms of Gilmour, making a modified Full Nelson hold with the kendo sticks. He then proceeds to wrap his legs around the frame of Gilmour and squeezes the exact spot that Eros had just hit. Gilmour grimaces in pain, but seems stuck. He is on his knees, trying not too fall, but Eros is applying a lot of pressure on his probably bruised ribs. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Peter opens his eyes, revealing a face full of rage and hate. He rises to his feet and runs backward slamming Eros into the opposite turnbuckle, spine first. Eros, somehow, holds on, squeezing harder. Peter falters, but manages to stay on his feet. He turns and runs backwards again, slamming Eros into another turnbuckle, spine first, even harder this time. Eros looses grip of one of his kendo sticks, thus losing control of one of Gilmour’s arms. Gilmour shakes violently, throwing Eros off of him and into the middle of the ring. Eros lands on the arm holding the other kendo stick, loosing his grip of the kendo stick. The kendo stick goes flying across the ring, almost falling out.*

Steven: What a combo of move by Eros Mako, but the power and drive of Peter Gilmour just too much for the much smaller man.

Nikki: The midget can pull off a nice submission, but his skimpy little arms can’t hold on for too long.


*Peter Gilmour looks down at Ashley and says something to her. Ashley nods and begins to look under the ring, pulling out the ladder and handing it up to Peter. Peter takes the ladder over to Eros and slams the top of the ladder onto Eros’s stomach. Eros rolls on the ground in pain, clutching his mid-section. Peter raises the ladder and tries again, but meets nothing but mat. Eros rolls out of the way and kicks Peter’s leg out, causing Peter to fall forward, his face colliding with one of the ladder rungs. Eros rolls over to the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet. He then walks over to one of his kendo sticks and picks it back up. Ashley, meanwhile, has dug under the ring and has found a broom. She gets Peter’s attention and hands it too him. Peter runs over to Eros, broom raised over his head, and tries to bring it down on Eros, but Eros quickly gets the kendo stick up, blocks it, and kicks Peter in the stomach with a toe kick. He then puts the tip of the kendo stick on the ground, jumps up, and gives Peter a big sidekick to the head. It doesn’t knock Gilmour down, but it does turn him around and cause him to take a few woozy steps away. Eros follows up with a couple of shots to the back with the kendo stick. Gilmour tries to turn around and punch Eros, but Peter’s fist meets nothing but Kendo stick, which causes Peter to jump about three feet backwards, shaking his hand, his face lit up in pain. Peter walks backwards into the ropes and holds the ropes, looking at his hand, foolishly forgetting about Eros. Eros, unfortunately for Peter, hasn’t forgotten about Gilmour. He runs forward, hits the tip of the kendo stick to the ground, does a handstand on the kendo stick, flips in the air, and lands a big dropkick to the face of Peter, sending Gilmour flipping over the ropes, crashing stomach/face first into the outside.*

Steven: WHAT A MOVE BY EROS!!!

Nikki: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING GILMOUR!?!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!


*The crowd begins to applaud, which Eros notices. He does a little mock bow, mouthing “Thank you, thank you” as the crowd applauds. Meanwhile, Peter is up, and kinda angry. He goes over the ring announcer and steals the man’s chair. He then goes back to where he was, acting like he is hurt, hiding the chair. Eros doesn’t notice, having been playing up the crowd. He runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off, and goes for the suicide dive over the ropes. Peter Gilmour is ready. He turns, brings the chair up, and swings. Eros dives right into the chair shot, face first!*

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nikki: Stupid midget. Hehe.


*Gilmour isn’t done. He gets Eros to his feet, revealing to the camera and the crowd that Eros’s nose is bleeding rather badly. He lifts Eros up in a vertical suplex, but holds it there for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to Eros’s head. He then drops backwards, suplexing Eros onto the barricade, Eros’s body bending over the barricade and nearly snapping like a twig. Eros just stays there, his fingers fully extended, his teeth grinding, his eyes clenched shut in pain. Gilmour follows up with a big elbow drop to the throat of Eros, knocking him off the barricade, Eros landing neck first.*

Nikki: Well, it looks like Peter Gilmour won.

Steven: The match isn’t over.

Nikki: Oh. I wonder how TomKat is doing?


*While Nikki finds out about TomKat, Peter decides that Eros is sufficiently beaten. He slides back in the ring and goes for the ladder he pulled out earlier. He sets it up, slowly, in the center of the ring, taking a second to catch his breath, still not quite recovered from Eros’s earlier assault. He then taunts the crowd, doing the “next champ” sign again. Finally, he makes his way up the ladder, going very slowly. He has not noticed that, somehow, Eros has found a way to get back to his feet. Eros slowly climbs to the ring apron and sees Peter climbing up the ladder. Eros acts quickly, lifting himself on the top rope, springboarding, and knocking Peter off the ladder and into the opposite ropes with a flying wheel kick!*

Nikki: Damnit Gilmour, pull your head out of your ass!

*The ladder also falls onto the ropes and rests there. Eros is laid out in the center of the ring. Peter is laid out at the ropes, only able to sit using the ropes as a prop up. The ref just stares at the two, not really knowing what to do, as referees are kinda useless in hardcore matches. Eros finally shows some life, slowly beginning to crawl his way towards the ropes. At this point, Peter finally catches his breath and slowly begins to stand himself up, focusing all his weight onto the ropes. Eros makes it to the ropes at the same time that Peter gets up. Peter runs over as Eros is getting to his knees and starts booting the boots to Eros, giving Eros a firm mud-stomping. Eros is beaten back down to the ground and is left basically helpless to the much larger, much angrier Peter Gilmour. Gilmour slides out of the ring and starts searching for something to use on Eros. A few seconds later he pulls out a trash can filled with a trash can lid, fluorescent t light tubes, a spool of barbed wire, and a large plastic bag filled with thumb tacks. Gilmour dawns a sadistic grin as he slides the trash can filled with goodies into the ring, Eros still rolling on the ground, trying to get to his feet. Gilmour dumps the weapons out of the trash can, picks up the trash can and slams it over Eros’s back, a loud “crack” echoing through the arena. Eros cries out and rolls away, clutching the bottom rope and trying to get up. Gilmour doesn’t allow him to get back up. Gilmour rebounds off the opposite ropes and comes charging at Eros, again driving the trash can into Eros’s back. Eros cries out and collapses in a heap on the ground, clutching his back, but barely moving other wise. Gilmour drops the trash can and picks Eros up by the hair, lifting him to his knees. Gilmour walks over to the pile of weapons and picks up two fluorescent light tubes. He looks down at Eros, smiling wickedly, and slams BOTH tubes on BOTH sides of Eros’s face, shards of glass shattering all around. Eros rolls on the ground again, clutching his face. Gilmour gets another light tube and precedes to drive that tube to the back of Eros’s head, glass shards and dust devouring the head of Eros. Eros hits the ground, twitching. The crowd has gone silent, except for Gilmour, who yells at Eros to “Get up and fight, you midget fucker!”*

Steven: COME ON GIlMOUR! Just get the damn belt!

Nikki: Ignore Travis, Gilmour. Fuck up the midget some more!


*Gilmour obliges, lifting Eros up on his shoulder and driving him down onto the trash can, Eros’s body causing the trash can to crumple in. Gilmour laughs at Eros, turning his back to Mako and dropping to one knee, holding his hands in the air and signaling for the crowd to cheer for him. Out of nowhere, Eros leaps up and latches on to the neck of Gilmour, hooking in a mean back chokehold, screaming and fighting like a rabid animal. Gilmour is too surprised to react, and he simply falls backwards. Eros takes quick advantage, wrapping his legs around Gilmour’s midsection and hooking in body scissors along with the chokehold. To add to the pain, he begins to viciously bite Gilmour’s head, the blood pouring from Eros’s mouth and Peter’s skull. Ashley screams in horror, but seems to afraid to do anything. Eros lets go of Peter, a mad look in his eye. It seems that the taste of his own blood, by the gallons, has gotten his blood(no pun intended) going. Eros grabs Peter’s wife beater and rips it off him. He then wraps it around Peter’s neck and begins to strangle him with it, crying out the whole time, “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!? HUH GILMOUR!?!”*

Nikki: SOMEONE STOP THAT CRAZY MIDGET!!

Steven: I can’t believe it. How is Eros even moving?


*Eros begins back up, Gilmour still caught in the noose created by Eros with Gilmour’s own shirt. Eros climbs up to the first rope, still holding the shirt and pulling Gilmour a little higher. He then goes to the second rope, pulling Gilmour a little higher. He then, with some difficulty, goes to the top turnbuckle, still strangling a limp and nearly lifeless Gilmour. Eros screams into the air, pulling back hard on the shirt, using all his strength to strangle Gilmour. However, Ashley has gotten over her fear of him. She digs under the ring and finds a steel chair….wrapped in barbed wire. She picks up the chair, climbs up onto the apron, and slams the chair into Eros! Eros looses his grip, falls of the top turnbuckle, and crashes to the outside, bouncing a couple of times before laying completely still. Gilmour slumps down into the turnbuckle, eyes closed, also not moving.*

Steven: Oh….my…..god.

*The ref questions his continuation of the match. He walks over to Peter Gilmour, going to check on him, but before he can, Peter Gilmour opens his eyes and begins to get to his feet! He is gasping for air and seems disoriented, but with a little help from Ashley, he gets back to his feet. Ashley points to the ladder, which Peter goes for, very, very slowly. He gets the ladder, but drops it. It takes him a couple of tries to pick the ladder up. Finally, through the blood and the pain, he gets the ladder set up. However, as he is doing this. He sees that Eros has gotten back up and has slid into the ring. Eros, however, is too weak to get to his feet, and is still on the ground. Peter goes over to him and gives him a couple of stomps. He then goes over to the previous pile of weapons and gets the bag of tacks. He pours the tacks out, lifts Eros up, and bodyslams Eros onto the tacks! Eros rolls around on the ground in pain, trying to tear tacks out of himself. Peter goes over to the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire, lifts it up, and slams it down on Eros’s back, causing Eros’s stomach to be pressed into the tacks! Peter continues the violence. He grabs the spool of barbed wire. He walks over to Eros, wraps the barbed wire around Eros’s right leg, and pulls it tight, causing the barbs to sink into Eros’s leg. Eros clutches his leg and rolls over to the turnbuckle as Peter begins to climb the ropes. Somehow, though, Eros gets to his feet, using the turnbuckles. He goes over to Peter and gives him a high roundhouse kick to the back, using the leg wrapped in barbed wire! Both Peter and Eros collapses to the ground. Eros, however, is able to get up using the ladder. He climbs up to the third rung and jumps off, doing a leg drop onto Peter’s back, using the leg wrapped in the barbed wire. Peter’s face lights up with pain as he crawls around on the ground, bleeding and screaming. Eros also writhes on the ground, clutching his leg, realizing now that he can’t get the barbed wire off. Still, Eros is on fire, and he can’t seem to slake his lust for blood. He rises to his legs, slowly, the pain on his face clear, and goes over to Gilmour. However, it seems that Gilmour has something else planned. He digs in his pants, pulling something out. As Eros picks him up, Peter throws a powder in Eros’s face, blinding him. He then begins to slam Eros with big punches, knocking Eros backwards. Ashley, in the meantime, has been setting Peter up, sliding in two chairs and a plate of glass. Peter unfolds both chairs and sets them up opposite each other, placing the plate glass in between them, creating a crude table. Peter then picks up another fluorescent light tube and breaks it over Eros’s head, just for good measure. He then kicks Eros in the stomach, catches him, and throws him high with a release Fisherman Suplex! Eros lands right on the plate glass, the glass shattering beneath his weight!*

Steven: This is insane. Why won’t one of these men just end this madness?

Nikki: What’s wrong, Travis? Weak stomach?

Steven: Your sick, Nikki, just sick. Is that how Fox likes it?

Nikki: Keep talking and I might break one of those light tubes over your head.


*Peter Gilmour smells blood and decides to go for the kill. He takes another glass pane set up by Ashley and sets it up into the turnbuckle. Peter Gilmour then signals for the End of Innocence. He lifts Eros up, but instead of Irish whipping him, he places him stomach first into the glass pane. He then bounces off the ropes and runs towards Eros, preparing to hit the End of Innocence. However, somehow Eros telegraphs it. At the last second, he pushes himself off the glass pane, using the moment to flip back, hitting the Rasen No Hebidoku with the barbed wire leg! However, the End of the Innocence still slams Eros, and he goes flying through the glass pane! Both men are down again.*

Nikki: Wow….I’m just….wow.

Steven: ……


*The crowd feels the same. They are not sure what to think of what they just saw. Eros lays in a pile of broken glass. Peter lays face down on the mat, his blood pooling around him. No one is really sure if either man is alive. The silence in the arena is deafening. Even the ref sits in stunned silence. A feeling of awe, respect, and fear hangs heavy in the audience. Finally, though, the crowd erupts in cheers as Eros is seen grabbing the ropes and trying to get to his feet. He pulls himself up, turns around, slumps his face down on the top rope, not really able to do much else. Meanwhile, Ashley has crawled into the ring, and she is helping Peter get back to his feet, helping him over to the turnbuckle opposite Eros. The crowd roars with applause for both competitors, and both Eros and Peter forget their hatred of each other and the brutality they have faced to turn to the fans and wave, thanking them for their support. After this, Peter whispers something to Ashley, who smiles maniacally. She then exits the ring and begins to dig underneath. Eros doesn’t notice this, as his back is turned. He turns right as Ashley leaves the ring. Peter and Eros limp towards each other in the center of the ring. They stare each other down. Then, suddenly, they start exchanging violent blows. Peter gets the upper hand, using his size advantage, and starts pushing Eros back with rights and lefts. However, Eros stops this assault by dodging a right hand, grabbing the arm, and hitting a judo-arm toss. Eros continues the assault by mounting Peter and doing a very UFC style “ground and pound”. Peter puts up his hands in an attempt to block, but Eros is far more trained in this style of fighting. He lands a few good shots before locking in an armbar, causing Peter to squirm in pain.*

Steven: Wow, this brutal hardcore match just became a real wrestling match.

Nikki: I know. It sucks now.


*Eros applies further pressure, trying to wear Peter down further with a basic submission. Due to the damage both men have taken, Peter is effected by the move much more than he usually would be. Still, he sees an opportunity just a few inches from his finger tips. It’s one of the kendo sticks Eros was using earlier. Using his power, he reaches for it, trying to pull Eros with him. Eros applies more pressure, trying to stop Peter, but he fails as his own kendo stick slams Eros straight in the nose. Eros releases the hold.*

Nikki: Now that’s more like it.

*Peter gets to his feet, a big grin on his face. He looks at where Ashley has gone to see how she is doing. While Eros had Peter in the hold, Ashley had set-up a three table pyramid. Underneath the top table were two plates of glass. Underneath the bottom tables were a punch of tacks. Sure enough, Ashley had set-up the death trap that Peter had whispered to her at the turnbuckle. Gilmour gives Eros a couple more kendo shots to weaken him up before sliding outside the ring. He looks under the ring and comes out a couple seconds later with another fluorescent light tube and a can of gasoline. Gilmour puts the tube down and begins to cover the death trap with gasoline. After the tables are sufficiently covered, Peter looks at Ashley, who pulls a pack of matches from her skirt. They light two and throw them on, watching as the tables catch fire and start blazing. Peter picks up the light tube and slides back in the ring. He raises the light tube and shatters it over Eros Mako’s back, making sure to have Eros beaten down before trying anything else. Peter then picks Eros up, kicks him in he stomach, and picks him up in a powerbomb position. He goes to the rope opposite the tables, turns, and points to his death trap.*

Steven: No. Peter, don’t do this!

Nikki: I’m not sure even I want to see this happen to Mako.


*Peter begins to run for the ropes, but Eros starts fighting back, hitting Peter in the head with his fist. This doesn’t seem to stop Peter. He keeps running, despite Eros’s punches. Right when they reach the ropes, Peter uses all his might to throw Eros, but Eros Holds On!! Both men go spilling outside the ropes and crash ONTO THE FLAMING TABLES/GLASS PANES/THUMB TACKS!!*

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Steven: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Nikki: Damn!


*Ashley is stunned. The crowd is stunned. If it weren’t for the immense lacerations and burns, Eros and Peter would be stunned. Both Eros and Peter lie in a heap of broken tables, thumb tacks, and broken glass. However, Eros, who managed to take the least amount of damage, is the first one to get up after nearly a minute of both men barely moving. He uses the apron and then slides in the ring, going for the ladder, figuring Peter to be completely out. Despite the loss of blood, the burns, and the extreme pain that Eros is going through, he manages to get the ladder and set it up in the middle of the ring. He begins to climb, Peter still laid out on the outside. First rung. Second rung. Third rung.*

Steven: It looks like Eros is about to-What’s Ashley doing!?

*Ashley runs into the ring and grabs hold of Eros’s legs, pulling him down, causing his face to collide with the third rung. The crowd begins to boo loudly as the referee verbally reprimands Ashley, but can’t really do anything, considering the no DQ rules. The fans boos suddenly become cheers as someone in a black jump suit. This person is revealed to be Beverly “Lady Acid” Houston. She waits behind Ashley, Ashley not even aware of Lady Acid’s presence. Beverly lines it up, prepares, and when Ashley finely does turn around, nails her with a deep STO!*

Steven: The Acid Trip on Ashley Marie!!! That’s what you call justice!

Nikki: What do you mean “justice”? Beverly isn’t even involved in this match!

Steven: Yes she is.

Nikki:…..shut up.


*Beverly isn’t quite done with Ashley Marie. She grabs Ashley by the hair and drags her over to the ropes. She then gets out of the ring, reaches back into the ring, grabs Ashley by the hair, and pulls her out, Ashley’s body hitting the outside with a loud thud. Beverly continues to drag Ashley by the hair, Ashley kicking and screaming, trying to get free. Beverly just continues to drag, taking her all the way to the back.*

Steven: Damn.

Nikki: Damn.


*Damn…..Anyway. The screams of Ashley must have gotten to Peter, because he finally managed to get to his feet, using the announcement table as a prop. Peter wipes some of the blood off of him and also rubs a few glass shards and thumb tacks off of himself. He then looks into the ring and sees that Eros is laid out in the middle of the ring, and the ladder is already in position. He begins to get back in the ring to go for the ladder, but reconsiders, remembering how persistent Mako could be. He digs under the ring and pulls out a table, which he slides into the ring. He then digs again and finds a glass pane, which he also slides into the ring. He slides himself into the ring and grabs the table, whistling the whole time in a mock calmness. He sets up the table in the turnbuckle. He then goes and does the same with the glass pane. He then gets the barbed wire steel chair from earlier in the match and nails Eros in the back. Eros writhes on the ground in pain. Peter winds up and hits him again. Peter slams Eros three more times with the barbed wire chairs, ripping Eros’s back to shreds. Peter continues to whistle, placing the barbed wire chair next to the table/glass pane combo in the turnbuckle. He then picks up Eros, intending to Irish whip Eros into the turnbuckle with the chair and the table, but Eros suddenly comes to life, slamming Peter with straight punches to the stomach, chest, and face. He then slams Peter with a rising uppercut before slamming Peter in the midsection with a spinning heel kick. At this point, Peter realizes that he’s in the turnbuckle. Eros goes for a toe kick, but Peter catches Eros’s foot. It doesn’t do a lot of good, because Eros turns it into a big Enziguri that dazes Peter and leaves him practically unconscious against the table/glass pane. Eros, seeing what he has set up, limps over to the opposite turnbuckle. Gets on all fours and starts laughing maniacally, scratching the bottom of his right foot against the ground like a bull. He then jumps to his feet and grabs hold of his wrist, as if in intense pain, and screams.*

Steven: Looks like we might see the Kuroraka!

Nikki: MOVE GILMOUR! Don’t let that midget get you with his rabbit punch!


*Eros starts running forward, limping heavily, charging forward at Gilmour, still holding his wrist. He continues to run forward, coming towards Gilmour and preparing to end the match. All of the sudden, Gilmour realizes what is happening. Right before Eros can hit him with the Kuroraka, he grabs the barbed wire steel chair and holds it out in front to block the Kuroraka!*

Steven: This won’t end well.

*Eros sees the chair, but he keeps coming, still screaming, and still clutching his wrist. He runs forward, draws back, and…CRACK!!*

Steven: OH MY GOD! KURORAKA INTO THE CHAIR!!

Nikki: I can’t believe he’s that stupid!!


*The hit is so hard, it dents the chair, sending the chair(and, subsequently, the barbed wire) into Peter, sending Peter flying through the glass panes and the table!! Eros jumps about three feet back, screaming in pain, clutching his fist.*

Crowd: HOOOLLLYYYYY SHIIIIIIIITTTT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Steven: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nikki: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!


*Eros was feeling the after effects of using the Kuroraka into the barbed wire, but it seemed to get the job done. Peter was not only slammed through the glass pane and table, but afterwards, he rolled outside of the ring, not moving in the least. Eros had cleared the ring, and the ladder was already set up. All he had to do was get up. Eros put his hurt hand on the ground to support himself, but he finds himself collapsing, the hand to weak to hold Eros’s body weight. Eros looks around and crawls over to the ropes, wrapping both arms around the second rope and managing to pull himself up to his knees. He does the same with the top rope, pulling himself up to his feet. He then, very slowly and carefully, so as not to fall, walks over to the ropes. Clutching his hurt hand, he grabs hold of the third rung, stepping up onto the first rung of the ladder. He slowly begins his climb, the crowd growing in volume as Eros reaches each rung. Slowly, but surely, Eros makes his way up the ladder. He finally reaches the top, in reach of the title belt, with no Peter in sight. He reaches forward, grabs hold of the title with one hand, fidgets with the clamp, and….PULLS THE TITLE DOWN! The ref calls for the bell!*

Kevin: The winner, and still AWL HARDCORE CHAMPPPPPPIIIIIIIOOOOONNNN……EEEERRRRRROOOOOOSSSSSS MMMMMAAAAAKKKKOOOOO!!!!!

*Eros waits a minute, catching his breath at the top of the ladder. He then holds the title high with his good hand, screaming to the crowd. He begins to make his way down from the ladder. He then gets out of the ring and heads straight for Gilmour, dropping down to all fours and holding the Hardcore belt in Gilmour’s face, laughing sadistically at Gilmour and Gilmour’s misfortune.*

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Cutting into the Pay-Per-View spectacular, we go backstage and find Kareem Jones waiting outside of the medical facility with a microphone in hand. If you read my earlier piece, you know what he's wearing and how incredibly dapper he looks tonight, clearly smartening up for the big show. Quickly realising that he is now live in over five different countries, Kareem smiles to the camera, then raises the microphone to his mouth.

Kareem: "Kareem Jones here in the back at Canadian Warfare, and ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Ash Koopa!"

With that being said, the red-painted door that leads to the mediocre medical facilities swings open and Ash Koopa somewhat bursts into the corridor. And by bursts, I mean that he limps whilst cradling at his ribs with one arm and clutching his back with the other. Still dressed in his wrestling gear, with the addition of a red t-shirt, Ash leans against the door-frame and smiles to the camera, then makes a bold attempt to leave the room. As Ash shuffles forward, the door swings shut behind him and smashes 'The KoopaManiac' in the butt, causing him to drop forward to his knees in pain. Evil doctors.

Kareem: "No need to bow, Ash. You crazy English people and your manners.."

Ash: "That wasn't a bow.."


Slowly, Ash battles back to his feet and rests his hands on his hips, forcing himself to stand up-right and desperately trying to hide any sign of pain. Satisfied with his ability to stand still, Ash turns and stares at the door before turning to Kareem and shaking his head in despair.

Ash: "I just jobbed to a door?"

Kareem: "Apparently so. Now, Ash, thanks for joining me. I know you're hurting pretty badly, but tell me, how does it feel to finally silence the critics you have in the wrestling business?"

Ash: "I have critics? Since when?"

Kareem: "Well, I.. don't really know.."


An awkward silence fills the scene, prompting Ash to speak up and take control of the situation. Whattaguy!

Ash: "Lemme tell you somethin' Kareem, and lemme tell all you KoopaManiacs somethin' too. When I started here in the Action Wrestling League, I made my debut in a completely different country to where I am right now. At this exact minute in time, I'm an English worker in an American company on Canadian soil, and when I started, I was an English worker in an American company in my own hometown, back over in England. I'd call it jolly old England, but that night certainly wasn't jolly, nor was it old. Infact, it was quite fresh. It's old now, but you get what I'm saying, right?"

Kareem: "Uh, right.."

Ash: "Wrong, Bucky O'Hare. I don't get it either, but I'm just going to keep talking because the docs in there gave me a lollipop or ten and, brother, am I getting my rush on. Still, point is, I made my return to the business in my hometown of Reading, where I hadn't wrestled in nearly a year. What was supposed to go down as being one of the greatest nights in my career turned into a pile of poop when Mikey Lane decided he wanted to make his debut as well. Just that he did it on my time, and he decided to punch my clock. We danced a little and had ourselves a match, which ultimately, Mikey won. By technical knock-out. I passed out to the pain of his signature Figure Four leg lock and I'm still feeling it today, right here in Halifax, Nova Scotia, which is a good seven-thousand miles west of Reading.."


Pausing to look at Kareem, as if checking that the interviewer is keeping track of this random out-burst of a promo, Ash smirks and turns back to his audience. But, most notably, he turns back to the camera.

Ash: "I left a lot of things in Reading that night. My pride was one of those things. My wallet was another. But the one thing I wanted to leave behind, I couldn't. And that was my knee injury, which has left me pretty messed up due to the constant pain I'm in. That's not my problem, though. Mikey Lane became complacent and forgot that he gave me something that I felt needed to be returned. I showed up a few weeks later, and dropped Mikey on his head, then laid down a challenge for a submission match. And do you know who won that match, Kareem?"

Kareem: "You, Ash. You won."

Ash: "I did?"


Looking perplexed, Ash stares at Kareem and begins thinking extremely hard, before realising that the interviewer is right. Then he laughs. Only a chuckle, though. And it's an embarrassed one.

Ash: "You're right. I won that match and equalled up with Mikey Lane. Then, last week, the dream team of myself and Solomon Black went up against Mike Stryker and Mikey Lane. Another victory over Lane for myself. And now, tonight, a third victory. Last Man Standing. Mikey Lane has robbed me of my ability to walk comfortably for a few months, but tonight, I robbed him of his ability to even get up off the floor. And that, 'Maniacs, is a whole lot more embarrassing."

Kareem: "So, this was all about embarrassing Mike Lane?"

Ash: "Not at all. That was merely an added bonus. Much like when you open a box of cereal and find two prizes, rather than one. You got what you expected, and a whole lot more. Same for the fans here in Halifax and all those watching around the world who expected a brutal fight between me and Mikey Lane. They got that, and a whole lot more. And that's exactly how it's going to be in the future, 'Maniacs, because you're going to be getting a whole lot more from Ash Koopa over the next few months."

Kareem: "What are you saying? Are you going to be getting more hardcore and intense?"


Apparently offended, Ash glares at Kareem and snatches the microphone from the interviewer, then turns and smirks into the camera.

Ash: "I'm going to be like a dozen presents under a Christmas tree in the middle of July.."

With that said, Ash thrusts the microphone back into Kareem's chest and slowly staggers away from the interviewer spot outside of the medical facility, looking to make his way back to the dressing rooms. After getting just a few steps away from Kareem, Ash suddenly lets out a yelp of pain, then clutches at his back and begins desperately looking around for sanctuary. Realising the situation, Kareem quickly runs over to Ash and helps him shuffle over to a blue mobility scooter, gently lowering Ash into the leather seat.

Kareem: "You must be pretty banged up, Ash. Just sit there and I'll go check with the doctors, see if they can't arrange you with some help back to the hotel.."

As Kareem disappears into the medical room, Ash slowly shuffles around in the chair and stares at the controls of the vehicle, looking bemused by the buttons and dials that are in front of him. Carefully, Ash raises his right hand and lowers his index finger on a small green button, causing the horn to sound, much to Ash's delight. Admit it, you like sounding the horn in cars - I know I do. Seemingly forgetting his pain, a big grin breaks on Ash's face as he presses a red button, then grips the handlebars, prompting the mobility scooter to begin moving slowly down the corridor.

Ash: "Can-Am Border, here I come!"

Suddenly, Ash pulls back on the throttle and the blue mobility scooter zooms down the corridor, then screeches around a corner and out of sight. After a few seconds of nothingness, a loud bang is heard and a number of cardboard boxes come flying into view, along with a stage hand as Ash chases after him whilst laughing like a maniac. As the stage hand dives for cover, Ash focuses his attention to the camera and drives directly for the cameraman, causing him to turn and run, only for the live feed to suddenly cut, and thus, ending the segment.
Ended, but fun.

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~Chance to face Travis Bane~
Eliza Slaine vs. Joe Jobber
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Steven: Well it is time for the next match, but I have no clue how it will actually happen with Joe Jobber carted off in the ambulance towards the hospital...

Nikki: Well he snoozes, he losses

Kevin Sputnik: This next match is a Prove it or Lose it match and is scheduled for one fall, on her way to the ring, hailing from Stars Hollow, Connecticut... ELIZA SLAINE!!!

The arena dims down as the mysterious sounds of “Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play out over the PA system. The top of the stage begins to fill with fog at the entrance curtain and as the music starts to hit high tempo, Eliza Slaine walks out from behind the curtain and marches out to the stage, head held a little low. She then snaps her head back as he long brown hair flies up and back as Eliza throws her arms out, standing like she is being held up by a crucifix. Pyros go off on both ends of her as she begins walking down the entrance ramp, the biggest smile on her face. She struts towards the ring and walks up the ring steps and hops on the outside of the turnbuckle post, raises her hands in the air and lets the crowd know what she thinks of the jeers. She hops in the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle post in wait of her opponent, smile still present...

Steven: Look at her... If she isn’t giving her self away that she was the one who attacked Joe Jobber!

Nikki: What is with you... You a chauvinistic pig? You think us women are against you men?

Steven: Yes...

Nikki: Well there is hope for you yet!

Kevin Sputnik: And her opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the #1 Jobber... JOE JOBBER!

The crowd cheers as they wait for Joe, but out of nowhere, Nickleback’s “Breathe” blairs on the PA system as none other than the CEO of AWL, Jack Sparrows, walks onto the stage with a microphone in hand

Jack: Eliza Slaine! I know you attacked Joe Jobber... I wont put up with this kind of behavior in my promotion!

The crowd cheers as Eliza’s smiles turns into a scornful look

Jack: You can’t intimidate me... Or blackmail me... You think you can win this battle but it is way over your head! So... since you can’t face Joe tonight... In 2 weeks at the next Friday Night Fury... You will be facing two of Joe’s friends that really want to avenge this wrong doing by you! You will face Two Ton Tommy and Tony E. Leet in a 2 on 1 Handicap match!

A roar is heard from the crowd as Eliza begins to throw a fit, kick the ring ropes and yelling at the CEO

Jack: And to top it off, you are not allowed out of your locker room without security right on your heels! And that is that!!!

Jack walks back to the backstage area as Eliza is being booed at as she is still throwing her temper tantrum in the ring

Steven: I guess she had that coming to her!

Nikki: This is outrageous! She did nothing wrong!

Steven: But what about the silver cross pendant she left behind... Hello... Earth to Nikki... That is like leaving a confession that she did it!

Nikki: You no nothing Steven and that is how you will die... Not knowing a damn thing!

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Steven: What a match!

Nikki: I will say I agree with you

And with that said, Nickleback’s “Breathe” blairs over the PA system as the crowd begins to chant “Loverboy!” The CEO and President of AWL, Jack Sparrows, walks out from behind the curtain, a scowl on his face. He raises his hand with microphone in hand and clears his throat in hopes to die down the crowds taunting

Jack: Ok that’s enough!

The crowd doesn’t let down

Jack: Fine... Have it your way... I will just wait for you to stop...

Yet again the crowd doesn’t let off

Steven: Why can’t they just let this go?

Nikki: Stop trying to fight it Steven, they all know its true!

The crowd dies down finally as Jack begins to speak

Jack: I am out here tonight for two reasons... One is to make an announcement for the GM of Fury, Victor Gang, who is not here tonight due to the flu...

The crowd lets him know how they feel about Vic not being here

Jack: I know, I know... But to get to the point, Vic has made it official that this next month, the AWL will be heading to the land of the rising sun, Japan, for a very special “Deathmatch Tourney!” And with the recent news of a roster split, both Fury’s roster and the new show, Breakdown, roster will participate

The crowd goes wild with anticipation

Nikki: Just what the doctor ordered! A good ole fashion hardcore beat down!

Steven: Is that all you think about is beating people to the point of now return?

Nikki: It comes with the territory...

Steven: Oh I see... I’m guessing your hubby Fox will be joining this little tourney of ours?

Nikki: Damn skippy!


After the crowd is seen still cheering, the camera cuts back to Jack on stage

Jack: I thought you would like that... And now for even bigger news... This week coming up, there will be a “Draft Lottery” where everyone on the AWL’s roster will be separated into 2 brands, Fury and Breakdown! It is simple... Victor Gang will represent Fury and the named to be GM of Breakdown will have a chance at picking out the new rosters of the AWL just like the NFL, NBA and MBL do. Also there will be in place a new development promotion in place to help train new talent that walk through any AWL door.

The crowd cheers on to such a great plan that AWL has made

Steven: Well... We got two things down so far... That the Deathmatch Tourney is going to the far east and that your little “Foxxy” could be drafted to the other show... How do you feel now Miss all in your face!?!

Nikki swings back and pops one into Steven’s face, sending him to the ground

Nikki: You feel that!?! There is your answer!!!

A bigger crowd pop comes from the action that Nikki executed

Jack: And now for one and all to see and hear. Let me introduce the newest member tot he AWL administration and Co Chairman to the newest brand to AWL... Breakdown’s WILLIAM REIGN!!!

"Born To Reign" by Will Smith hits, and the half of the audience that recognizes the name, stands up and cheers. The other half, just stare. The song plays for around twenty-five seconds. As the song's tempo picks up, Mister William Reign steps out from the back. The man walks onto the middle of the stage, and stops. Reign pauses to look at the people that remember him.

Nikki: Who's this joker?

Steven: I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure he bribed most of the crowd to cheer for him.

Reign walks to the ring, bobbing his head to the music, taking the time to spin around on the ramp to show off his baseball jersey, bearing the name "Reign" and the letters "Ri" instead of numbers. Reign arrives at the ring and jogs up the stairs. Reign steps into the ring, walks over to Jack and slips the microphone out of his hand carefully.

Nikki: Quiet...I think he's going to speak...

Reign: Welcome to the first minute of a Breakdown star.

Reign pauses.

Reign: I'm not a man of many words, because I'm not good at talking. ... And I don't know alot of the words. So I'm going to try to keep this short, and sweet, and explain who I am.

Reign pauses...again.

Reign: I am better than you.

Pause...

Reign: No, wait...that's Dave Richmond. Anyway, some of you know me from my own promotion, which will get plugged every three seconds in a hidden message that none of you will really see, but will suddenly feel compelled to go buy old video tapes.

Nikki: What kind of crap is this?

Steven: I don't know, but that Night of Reign sounds interesting...

Nikki: ...

Reign: But I'm about the here and now, and here is AWL, and now is late at night. I'm sure the fans of my promotion in the arena tonight are curious as to why I'm here, why I'm aligning myself with AWL. Well a simple reason is that I'm a greedy bastard, the full reason is that with my promotion no longer being on television, and my wanting attention, I wanted to get back on TV. So I pulled a few strings, met Jack, and he agreed to hire me for Breakdown's Chairmanship.

Nikki: Something's a bit off about him.

Steven: Yeah, but that Ground Zero event sounds interesting.

Nikki: ... What the heck are you talking about?

Steven: TRENO!

Nikki scoots away from Steven.

Reign: But I don't like doing business alone, as it tends to cramp my style. So as it's my show, I can bring in whomever I want to help with it. I've already signed a certain few people I've employed over the years that I'm loyal to, and of course, my co-Chairman...

Jack raises an eyebrow.

Reign: Ladies and gentleman... I bring to you... Miiister... John Jensen!

"Back In Black" by AC/DC then hits the PA system as John Jensen makes his way onto the ramp with a cocky smile on his face.

Steven: WHAT!?

Nikki: Oh no...Not THIS jackass!

Jensen makes his way down to the ring as the crowd boos intently. Jensen just shrugs the boos off as he climbs into the ring. Jensen shakes hands with Reign, then turns to Sparrows. Jack and John exchange looks that they really hate each other. Jensen then raises the mic up to his mouth as the crowd chants "Asshole" at him.

Jensen: Jack-y Boy...I know why you've got the look of taking a crap, and yes, Mr Reign did rehire me...And there's nothing you can do about it!

Once again, the crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Jensen: You see, Jack...I made Fury what it is today, and when I was wrongfully ejected from this company just over one month ago, I went straight to William Reign and proposed to him a business proposition...And to do that, I would've needed to..."Borrow" some of Reign Inc's talent...You see, ever since I was ejected, I have been laying in the wings, plotting my revenge...And that revenge started just 2 weeks ago with the debut of one's Rurik Krychek and Dave Richmond. When they came down to attack Slambo the Clown, it started something I knew would start a chain reaction and put Slambo over the top...Chill attacking Clara was just a bonus...

The crowd boos once again.

Jensen: And starting next week, a new era will begin with Mr Reign and myself at the helm as we single handedly take AWL to the top of the charts with global wrestling domination!

With that, Jensen drops the mic as he and William Reign exit the ring, leaving a perplexed Jack Sparrows by himself as we cut to the back.
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~AWL Tag Team Championship~
The Model Youth vs The Hitmen vs Bane/Alejandro vs Smiles/Cherry
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We cut back to the arena where we are shown a shot of the tag team championships being hung above the ring as Steven and Nikki cut in with commentary.

Steven: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for mayhem, it's time for carnage...It's time for the tag team free for all!

Nikki: If there was ever a match to signify warfare and choosing sides, this would be the match to do it.

Steven: Right you are, Nikki! There's 4 teams involved in this match, each team having their own reasons as to why they've decided to get themselves involved in this match.

Kevin: The following is the Tag Team Free for all match for the AWL Tag Team Championships, there will be no disqualification, and pinfalls will count anywhere near the ringside area. The team that can either eliminate the other 3 teams, or climb up the ladder to grab the tag team titles hanging above the ring will win this match-up! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 459 pounds...

The thunderous drumbeat of Cake’s “Comfort Eagle” rocks the PA system as AWL’s most hated tag team, the Model Youth, make their way out through the curtain.

Kevin: ...Chase Stephenson and Leon Hughes...

As the duo make their way to the ring, both Leon Hughes and Chase Stephenson motion cockily to the crowd, sparking pyro erupts all around the stage. LeSalle then helps both men into the ring by opening the ropes for them, and stands between the two of them clapping and shaking his cane as the two men ascend two of the turnbuckles and begin playing to the crowd as the beat of “Comfort Eagle” dies down, and the entrance ends.

Kevin: ...THE MODEL YOUTH!

Steven: So, these two young men were just handed the tag team titles just after Eradication In England last week, that was until Victor Gang made his debut and stripped them of the belts...

Nikki: Wrongfully stripped, mind you.

Steven: Needless to say, these two men believe they are still the tag team champions, and they'll be regaining their belts tonight in this match.

Kevin: Next, at a combined weight of 494 pounds...

The lights dim down as the familiar remix of “Lose Yourself” and “Kashmire” begin to blair withing the arena as from behind the curtain comes out “The Hitmen” Joey G. And Johnny C. They walk over to the corners of the stage and take off their sunglasses and fold their arms together as a wall of sparks rain down from the entrance right beneath the projector screen.

Kevin: ...Joey G. and Johnny C....

They then begin to walk down the ramp and head for the ring. Joey G. slides under the bottom rope as Johnny C. heads up the ring stairs. They make there way up the opposite turnbuckle posts and throw their fists in the air, taunting the crowd as a mix reaction of cheers and jeers are heard.

Kevin: ...THE HITMEN!!!

Steven: These two men are rumored to be hired by yourself to take out The Model Youth after they single handedly took out Fox Strife last month.

Nikki: I'm not one to toot my own horn...

Steven: Yes you are...

Nikki: Shut up Steven, or i'll have the Hitmen whack you!

Kevin: Next...

[align=center]LIFE'S THE PITS...DEAL WITH IT![/align]

After Greg Cherry's line kicks in, "Memory Remains" by Metallica kicks in.

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Mirror Vain
Gone Insane
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At this point, Eric and Greg have walked out at this point. At the end of the first line, Eric does the his Goldberg-esque taunt while Cherry does his AJ Styles-esque taunt. Red and Blue pyros go off, Red on Cherry's side and Blue on Eric's side. They both then make their way down to the ring, high fiving fans and playing up the crowd in their own fashion.

Kevin: ...At a combined weight of 400 pounds...

Upon entering the ring, Eric and Greg go to opposite turnbuckles and again play up the crowd in their own way, Eric usually leading the fans in the song.

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Eric and Greg will backflip off the top rope at this point and land on their feet. They then high five each other before quickly staring down The Hitmen and The Model Youth.

Kevin: ...ERIC SMILES AND GREG CHERRY!

Steven: And these two men are sick and tired of how The Model Youth think they're the best tag team in the Action Wrestling League, and are out to prove them wrong.

Nikki: But how can they prove The Model Youth wrong? These two men haven't teamed up once, and the Model Youth have been teaming since they've started out in this business.

Kevin: And finally...

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Kevin: ...At a combined weight of 532 pounds...

"Whatever It Takes" by POD hits the PA system as the lights alternate between blue, white, and black as Plan B's Jamie Alejandro and Travis Bane make their way out from the back.

Kevin: ...Jamie Alejadro and Travis Bane...

Travis and Jamie look at each other before sprinting to the ring as The Hitmen, The Model Youth, Greg Cherry, and Eric Smiles all bail out of the ring. Travis and Jamie climb up the turnbuckles and yell at the crowd some before climbing down.

Kevin: ...THE B TEAM!

Travis and Jamie then climb down as the other 6 men climb into the ring.

Steven: And last but not least, we have the two men who want to make it know that they are a force to be reckoned with by making an impact in the tag team division, whilst their partners, Rob Garcia and Chill, try to make an impact in the world championship title ranks.

Nikki: With these guys, it's more like a dent...

An animation then comes on the screen that lets us know that this match will be for the tag team titles. Travis and Jamie take are shown taking off their entrance gear as the referee rings the bell. And right off the bat, a large brawl breaks out, with the Hitmen, Smiles and Cherry, and the B Team all gunning for the Model Youth. With Smiles, Cherry, and the Hitmen occupied with taking out The Model Youth, Travis and Jamie quickly make their way outside to grab a ladder. They slide it in and set it up and begin to climb, only for the Hitmen to stop attacking Leon and head over to pull the B Team down.

Steven: Travis and Jamie almost sneak away with an early win.

Nikki: Yes, but the Hitmen know that if they want to get paid, they're not only going to have to take out The Model Youth, but also win the match and gain some gold for themselves.

The Hitmen begin to brawl with Jamie as Smiles and Cherry work on taking out Travis. With the two teams getting the advantage rather quickly before brawling with each other. Joey G then whips Greg into the ropes before pulling off a back elbow, taking him down, whilst Johnny C climbs up to the top rope and missing a diving leg drop as Eric Smiles moves out of the way. Smiles then gets up to his feet and whips Joey into the corner, whilst Cherry sends Johnny into another. Smiles then grabs the ladder and sends it face first into Johnny, then helps Cherry whip Joey into the ropes and they leap up, connecting with a double dropkick. The two men get up and then head over towards Johnny, only for Johnny to plow them both over using the ladder as a battering ram.

Nikki: My god! Did you hear that sound!?

Steven: Who couldn't!

Nikki: Deaf people.

Steven: That was a rhetorical question...

Nikki: You're a rhetorical question!

Leon and Chase are then seen climbing into the ring with a ladder of their own in hand. Leon quickly lets go of the ladder, allowing Chase to use the ladder to take down Johnny with a top of the ladder headbutt whilst Leon hits a quick suplex to Joey onto the ladder on the ground, causing Joey to scream in pain. We then see Chase set the ladder up in the corner to that is it hanging with the top of the ladder faing in towards the ring before TMY sends Johnny face first into the ladder.

Steven: And the Hitmen just got whacked by The Model Youth!

Nikki: Oh shut up...There's still three other teams in this match...

Just then, we see Travis and Jamie come back into the ring, and they attack TMY from behind. They then pick up a ladder and clothesline Chase down with it, followed by Leon. Travis sets the ladder up so that it's laying on the bottom rope as Jamie whips Chase into the ropes, and the duo hit a double drop toe hold, sending Chase face first into the ladder. Chase rolls out of the ring holding his head in pain as Travis and Jamie start to set up the ladder once again and begin to climb, but before they can get any higher, we see Smiles climb into the ring, get under Travis, and powerbomb him off of the ladder. Smiles then climbs up and begins to brawl with Jamie. The two men begin to exchange right hands until we see Leon run up to the ladder and knock it over, essentially guillotining Eric and Jamie onto the top rope.

Steven: And Leon may have just saved this match for himself and Chase!

Nikki: Crap...

Johnny comes back into the ring and begins to brawl with Leon, eventually getting him into the corner. He starts to lay into Leon with numerous right hands and kicks to the gut, which slowly gets Leon onto the mat and Johnny stomping him in the mid-section. Johnny climbs out of the ring and pulls Leon with him, as Chase is now brawling with Eric on the other side of the ring. In the background, though, we see Leon take Johnny down with a hard kick to the head. We then see Chase lead Eric over to the table that he has set up and lays him on it, but Greg runs over and sends Chase shoulder first into the ring post. Leon is seen climbing up the turnbuckle before Greg runs up and punches Leon in the head. Greg hits Leon a few more times before grabbing Leon's head and leaping off the apron with the Pit Stop. Eric rolls off of the table at the last second, which allows Greg and Leon to go through through the table.

Steven and Nikki: OH MY GOD!

The crowd starts up their "Holy Shit" chant as Greg and Leon lay on the ground unconscious. Back in the ring, we see Eric, Chase, Johnny, and Joey setting up two ladders side by side, with all four men climbing up their respected sides. Once at the top, they begin to brawl, with Eric taking Joey down with a hard right to the head, only for Chase to push over the ladder that he's on. Johnny and Chase then begin to trade blows of their own, with Chase getting the upper hand and taking Joey off the top of the ladder with a bulldog. Whilst the four men in the ring, we cut to the outside where Leon is shown, still down and out in the pieces of the broken table. We then see a reply of Greg taking Leon through the table with the Pit Stop.

Steven: I don't think Leon's going to walk out of this match on his own two feet unless he can get up, and even then, he'd need a miracle.

Nikki: I think I hired the wrong men to take out The Model Youth, as it looks like Smiles and Cherry are doing that themselves.

We then see Travis start to climb up the ladders, only for Chase to slowly follow. Once at the top, Chase is able to get Travis on his stomach across the two ladders that are side by side. Chase then repositions himself so that he's sitting on Travis' back, grabs his legs, and locks in a boston crab on top of the ladders. Travis screams as he tries to fight through the pain. Travis looks to tap out, but Jamie climbs up the ladder and pushes Chase off into the turnbuckle. Jamie then helps Travis get on his feet onto one of the ladders, but we see the Hitmen run up and push the ladder with him on it over, sending Jamie groin first onto the top rope before falling out of the ring. Travis then recieves the same fate as Smiles and Cherry slide into the ring and push over his ladder. We then see both teams set up the ladders and begin to climb, Joey and Eric climbing up one ladder, whilst Greg and Johnny climb up the other. Both teams start to brawl on the top, which leads to Joey taking Eric down with a hip toss, and Johnny taking Greg down with a suplex.

Steven: This match just proves how much each of these teams wants to win the tag team titles...And how they'll do whatever it takes to win them!

Leon is then seen getting up to his feet as he slides into the ring. He repositions the ladder and begins to climb up. only for Jamie and Travis to slide back in and the three men begin to brawl. Leon starts to fight both men off with whatever he has left in the tank, but the numbers game starts to get the best of him as Jamie starts to overpower Leon as Travis slides out of the ring. Travis grabs a couple of chairs and slides back into the ring. Jamie and Travis each grab a chair and hit a double chair head shot to Leon, and he falls to the mat in pain once again.

Nikki: YES! KILL HIM!

Steven: I thought you were cheering for the Hitmen.

Nikki: Right now, I don't care who wins as long as The Model Youth get what's coming to them!

Travis and Jamie look to have the advantage until we see Joey and Johnny slide back into the ring and start to lay in rights to Travis and Jamie. Joey eventually is able to Jamie to the outside, the duo then hit the Scarface on Travis. Travis rolls around in pain and Johnny and Joey begin to go for a table. They come into the ring and set up the table, only for Chase to come in with a chair, laying out both men with shots to their heads and stomaches. When it looks as though Chase starts to get the upper hand, Jamie drills him with a hard chair shot to the head before staggering around the ring some.

Steven: GOOD GAWD!

Nikki: I'm starting to like the B Team more and more during this match-up...

Jamie then rolls Joey onto the table and starts to climb up the ladder. Johnny, on the other hand quickly slides into the ring and begins to wail on his back. Joey is then seen rolling off the table. He sees Johnny fighting with Jamie, and climbs up the other side of the ladder. Eventually, Johnny sets Jamie up for a powerbomb, as Joey leaps off and the duo hit another Scarface, this time to Jamie through the table in the ring, which sets up another "HOLY SHIT!" Crowd chant.

Nikki: Now my boys are starting to prove their worth!

Steven: That may be so, but no one has been eliminated yet!

Joey is seen getting up to his feet, but is quickly pulled out of the ring by Eric and Greg, who begin to pummel Joey with rights. Joey fights them off and sends Eric into the announce table then hits a hard right hand to Greg, only for Eric to take Joey down with a TV monitor, and Joey falls lifeless to the floor. Eric and Greg then set up a ladder on the outside of the ring before Greg quickly picks up a nearby chair and drills Joey right between the eyes. Greg rolls Joey onto the table then begins to brawl with the now standing Chase as Eric climbs up the ladder and leaping off with an elbow drop, quite possibly taking both men out of the match as well as prompting yet another "Holy Shit" chant as we are shown a replay.

Steven: OH MY GAWD! Eric just dropped a huge elbow through Joey G and our announce table!

Nikki: Damnit! You're supposed to be taking out The Model Youth, not the Hitmen and our annoucne table!

Back in the ring, we see Johnny and Greg setting up a couple of ladders next to each other before begining to climb up the same sides. Once there, they both realize they aren't going to be able to grab the belts, so they begin to brawl, with Greg quickly gaining the upper hand and driving Johnny to the mat with the Cherry Pit.

Steven: CHERRY PIT!

Thinking that he's the only one left standing, Greg sets up the ladder and begins to climb. Chase is then seen sliding into the ring with a chair, and as he runs at Greg with it, Greg kicks the chair back into Chase's face, causing Chase to bounce off the ropes, pushing over the ladder and sending Greg to the outside in the process. Johnny is then seen getting back up to his feet as he and Chase begin to exchange right hands. Eventually, Johnny thinks he has enough of an advantage that he runs to the ropes and looks to clothesline Chase, only for Chase to duck and lift up Johnny into the air as we see Leon come out of nowhere and they hit the Model Ending. All three men roll around the ring in pain, with Leon slowly drapping his arm over Johnny for a pin.

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Two...
THREE![/align]


Steven: AND THAT'S IT FOR THE HITMEM!

Nikki: DAMNIT!

As Leon and Chase catch their breath whilst the Hitmen are being helped to the back, we see Travis slowly start to slide into the ring, picks up Chase and Leon, and dumps them to the outside. Travis then positions one of the ladders underneath the tag team belts and slowly starts to climb up. When he gets about a foot away, we see Eliza Slaine run down to the ring, and she quickly climbs up the other side of the ladder. Once at the top, she starts to punch at Travis' mid-section, then slam his face into the top of the ladder. With Travis now slightly out of it, we see Eliza grab Travis, lift him up, and takes him off of the ladder with the Malice. Eliza then looks around before dropkicking Jamie off the apron and then exits through the crowd. We then see Eric slowly start to climb into the ring. Bewildered by all the bodies in the ring, Eric decides to pin Travis.

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Two...
THREE![/align]


Steven: AND WE'RE DOWN TO TWO!

Nikki: Finally...

Steven: Now all either team has to do is either pin their opponents, or climb up the ladders to become our first ever AWL Tag Team Champions!

Eric grabs a nearby ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring as TMY slowly gets to their feet and set up a ladder of their own. TMY begins to climb up their ladder as we see Greg slide into the ring and climb up the other side of the ladder Eric is on. Once all four men are at the top, they begin to brawl, and as TMY begins to get the upper hand and grab the belts, we see Greg and Eric push over TMY's ladder, sending them over the top rope to the mats below. With TMY now virtually out of this match, Eric and Greg reach up and unhook the belts before falling to the mats below.

Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen...Here are you're winners and NEW AWL Tag Team Champions...ERIC SMILES AND GREG CHERRY!!!

Steven: ERIC AND GREG DID IT! ERIC AND GREG SURVIVED ONE HELLACIOUS MATCH TO BECOME OUR NEW AND FIRST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Nikki: Like I said before, as long as The Model Youth got what was coming to them, I didn't care who won this match, and Greg and Eric did just that!

Steven: Indeed they did, Nikki, but stay tuned, as we have more action for you up next!

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The scene opens up with Rurik and Dave in the parking in front of what appears to be a golf cart

Dave: Well here we are in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Krychek: If people wouldn't constrew it as fearing them, I'd say we skip the event and just go to Africa.

Dave: Yeah, I know what you mean... this place is teh suck...

Dave looks around.

Dave: Anyway, so I had an idea for our match tonight, I wanted to clue j00 in.

Krychek: I enjoy clues...

Dave: Alright, well after we provide the sole entertainment in our *air quotes* "match", when we show why we are truly teh kings of the old school... we-

Krychek looks to the right and notices a camera man. Krychek shoots Dave a look to tell him to shut up.

Dave: Again with the cameras... what is it with these places... we're in teh parking lot, do they really think anything entertaining happens down here... LOOKEY HE GOT OUT OF HIS CAR! OMG! Are Canadians really that starved for entertainment?

Krychek: Apparently they are as starved as the fans in Illinois.

Dave: Alright, I'll meet j00 by teh Soda Machines, after I go change.

Krychek: ... Have you become the stereo typical gay charecter on a sit-com where you must change your clothes every other scene? And by that I mean, why must you change?

Dave: Because tonight, I brought stretchy pants!

Dave smirks.

Dave: Alright see j00 in a few...

Dave picks up his bag and walks off the screen to the right. The scene fades

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~Anyone not booked in the above matches will compete in this match~
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-insert segwaying from the last segment to this one, referencing that most of the people in the match are already out there.

The lights darken as only a few orange lights go on and the titantron looks almost cartoony from a certain lighting shining down upon it. Six large fiery pyros go off harmony, one after the other on the entry way. As the smoke clears and the heaviness of the music begins, Ripped steps out of the smoke and does his "Your Excellence" pose. Slowly, he make his way to the ring to the mix of cheers and boos of the crowd. On the way to the ring, the camera appears behind him and follows him to the ring. The cartoony lights follow him until he gets to the front of the ring where they fade.

He stands in front of the ring for a moment, with each palm on the bottom ropes until the part of the song starts "Sleep my friend and you will see..." At this point, he hops onto the apron and looks left than darts his head right. An undescribable smile pierces his face as he takes one leg through the middle rope and come out and heads to the upper right hand corner. As his feet go onto the apron, a large amount of pyros go off in the middle of the ring until he finishes the "Your Excellence" pose, where they immediately end and the music fades, where he removes his gear to fight.


Announcer: Ripped!

The lights dim to ALMOST a complete black as the first few beats to "Animal I've Become" kicks in. Flashing orange, red, and yellow lights flicker in that order throughout the arena, and two spotlights of the color of fire focus on the entrance on the stage. As well on the entrance on the stage, a wall of mist rises from the stage, covering the entire view of it. As the first lyrics comes in, the shadow of Tang emerges from the back behind the mist. As the first few words are spoken, Tang comes out from behind the mist and does a "Hug" motion to the crowds but pointing it towards the arena's ceiling. He closes his eyes as two sparks of pyro shoot off behind him in the shape of an "X". Afterwards, he makes his way down to the ring, clapping hands and giving out highfives to the audience. When he enters the ring, he spins around twice then stops and does his Signature Taunt.

Announcer: Tang!

As the first few seconds of 'Points of Authority' by Linkin Park begins to play, the lighting on the stage flashes white, in an erratic, random manner as the main part of the entrance begins to fill with smoke, all the while the crowd cheering, fantically waiting...

Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last

As the music steps up a gear, Karnage's figure appears as he walks onto the stage through the smoke. His torso and head hidden away by a black hoody covered in a a white tribal design, KBH walks over to the one side of the stage and with one hand lifts up the front of the hood to peer out at the screaming fans before lowering the hood back down again and heading over to the other side of the stage where once again he lifts the hood to peer at the fans reaction before lowering the hood and heads back to the centre of the stage where he jumps on the spot a couple of times looking as if he's psyching himself up before walking towards the ring.

You like to think you're never wrong
(You live what you’ve learned)
You have to act like you're someone
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want to share what you've been through
(To live what you’ve learned)

At the ring, KBH heads round to the right hand side and hops up onto the apron. the second he reaches his feet he snaps round to face the crowd, almost ripping the hood off his head as he poses for the fans, the reaction resulting in countless numbers of camera flashes before KBH turns and enters the ring.

You like to think you're never wrong
(You live what you’ve learned)
You have to act like you're someone
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want to share what you've been through
(To live what you’ve learned)

In the ring Hurst heads to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs to the second before once again posing for the crowd to the same reaction of countless cameras flashing as before.

Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last

Still on the turnbuckle KBH takes off the hoody and throws it out to the crowd as he then steps off the turnbuckle and sits in the corner waiting as the music plays out to it's end.

You like to think you're never wrong (Forfeit the game)
(You live what you’ve learned)
You have to act like you're someone (Forfeit the game)
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want someone to hurt like you (Forfeit the game)
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want to share what you've been through
(To live what you’ve learned)

The crowd cheers, and Hurst hops around a bit, stretching, readying for the match.

Announcer: 'Karnage' Ben Hurst!

"Revolution" by Tool and Rage Against The Machine begins to play on the pa system. The crowd boos as Rurik Krychek steps out from the back wearing his glossy white trench coat, in addition to his typical wrestling attire. Also in addition to his typical wrestling attire, Krychek wears red underwear-esque tights over his normal black tights, with the Russian Sickle on it. Krychek arrives at the bottom of the ramp.

Announcer: Rurik Krychek!

"Revolution" is cut off by the lights going out as the big screen shows a black background with green letters and numbers spinning around, then suddenly several characters settle in front of them one at a time spelling out "D4V3 R1(|-|/\/\0|\||) > J00" followed by a large pyro shooting of on stage "Up Up Down Down Left Right B A Start" by the Ataris starts playing as the lights turn back on Dave is standing on the stage with his back to the audience with his arms outstretched. Dave, instead of his typical baggy blue jeans, wears dull purple tights, with gray rectangles with smaller yellow rectangles in them, and white spikey-toed boots. Dave whips around, revealing a fake mustache, and walks down the ramp while Krychek walks around to the commentary position.

Announcer: Dave Richmond!

Krychek removes his coat while Dave walks down to the ring and up the steps mocking the audience at ringside till he gets to the ring, where he climbs the steps and walks along the apron. He faces the crowd and makes the > sign before making a sweeping motion at the audience, he then takes off his sunglasses and tosses his t-shirt to the ring area. By this time Krychek is standing in the middle of the ring, with a microphone. Dave walks up to him and Krychek hands him it.

Dave Richmond: Greetings most inferior ones...

Dave smirks.

Dave Richmond: Teh American Hero, has decided to entertain j00 a little more before j00 get bored to tears...

Dave pauses.

Dave Richmond: Many of j00 may have noticed I have come out dressed as Teh Iron Richmond... I did this to prove a point... speaking a language is not a "gimmick."

Dave pauses.

Dave Richmond: A Gimmick is *in bad fake Iranian accent* teh evil foreigner... complete with pointy shoes, and mustache to twirl menacingly...

Dave begins to twirl his fake mustache.

Dave Richmond: And not to mention the... Enemy to Capitalism everywhere... Teh Communist Invader... Teh Red Menace... Teh Cold War Era Super villain!

Dave Points at Rurik.

Dave Richmond: Barely Half speaking a language is not a gimmick.

Dave smirks.

Dave Richmond: Since I'm dressed as this I guess it’s a pre-req to say...

Dave clears his throat and points at Rurik.

Dave Richmond: Russia! ...Number one!

Dave points to himself.

Dave Richmond: America! ...Number one!

Dave points at the crowd.

Dave Richmond: Canada?!

Dave looks around.

Dave Richmond: Ha...ptooey...

Dave smirks and hands the mic to Rurik. Krychek takes the microphone from Richmond.

Krychek: Now, the plebeians of the Canadian plains shall rise, in respect to the National Anthem.

Canadians all stand up, smiling, waiting for their anthem.

Krychek: Rossiya svyashchennaya nasha derzhava, Rossiya lyubimaya nasha strana. Moguchaya volya, velikaya slava. Tvoyo dostoyan’e na vse vremena!

The Canadians look around confused, as it's the Russian Anthem.

Krychek: Slav’sya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye, bratskikh narodov soyuz vekovoy, predkami dannaya mudrost’ narodnaya!

Canadians begin to get upset at Krychek's singing the Russian Anthem in their country.

Krychek: Slav’sya, strana! My gordimsya toboy! Ot yuzhnykh morey do polyarnogo kraya raskinulis’ nashi lesa i polya. Odna ty na svete! Odna ty takaya! Khranimaya Bogom rodnaya zemlya!

Boos begin to be heard as most Canadians sit down.

Krychek: Slav’sya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye, bratskikh narodov soyuz vekovoy, predkami dannaya mudrost’ narodnaya!

The wrestlers in the ring finally have had enough of Krychek's singing and charge forward. Hurst, Ripped, and Tang all reach Krychek before anyone else in the ring can, and begin beating him down with forearms. The rest of the people in the ring begin fighting amongst themselves. Richmond, upon seeing his friend hit the mat, quickly darted from the ring.

Nikki: That was so disrespectful to Russia, he didn't even get to the third verse!
Steven: What is your problem? Krychek has been nothing but disrespectful to America and slightly Canada since he was announced in the match.
Nikki: Yeah, but he sounds great, like he practices every night in the shower.
Steven: ... Why are you thinking of Krychek in the shower?
Nikki: I...I wasn't... LOOK! Richmond's coming over.
Steven: Oh don't give me that cr...wahey there he is.

Richmond sits down at the commentating table as some wrestlers spill out into ring side with their fighting. Hurst, having done his damage to Krychek in the beginning fires off a stiff right to knock Ripped off Krychek. Hurst then elbows Tang in the face to get him off Krychek. Krychek grabs the apron and pulls himself to the outside, as Ripped punches Hurst to the floor. Tang kicks Ripped in the stomach and snapmares him. The wrestlers that spilt over into ring side, have began dispersing through out the arena with random fighting.

Steven: What do we owe the pleasure, Richmond?
Dave Richmond: A new mother board.
Nikki: Blow up your computer?
Dave Richmond: Nah, starting another gaming computer.
Nikki: Another?
Dave Richmond: I only have three! IT'S NOT ENOUGH!

Hurst gets up, and begins trading blows with Tang. Hurst knees Tang in the gut and then runs to the ropes. Hurst leaps onto the middle rope, and flies back, spinning around with a dropkick to Tang's face. Hurst kicks up as Ripped has gotten back to his feet. Hurst charges at him, but Ripped sends him flying with a shoulder back toss. Ripped backs up to the ropes and mounts a stalking position, waiting for Hurst or Tang to get up. Both men begin to slowly get up, but as Ripped charges to go after one of them, he is stopped by Krychek holding his legs. Ripped turns around, and tries grabbing Krychek. Krychek steps back and tells Ripped to come get him.

Ripped goes to do so, but is chop blocked to one knee by Tang. Hurst runs up and kicks Ripped in the head. Hurst steps off onto the apron and grabs Ripped's head, but before he can attack, Krychek grabs his foot and yanks him off the apron. Hurst lands on his feet and cuts Krychek off with a kick to the stomach. Hurst then grabs Krychek quickly and lands a release northern lights suplex into the barrier. Krychek slumps over holding his head while Hurst gets back up. Meanwhile in the ring, Tang has continued putting boots to Ripped. Tang pulls Ripped to his feet, but Ripped shoves him away. Tang charges but takes a haymaker to the chest, knocking him down.

Hurst leaps onto the apron, and is back handed by Ripped. Hurst spins around and bends over, holding his face. Ripped grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the ropes, grabs Hurst's head and bulldogs him off the apron. The crowd goes "oooh." Ripped gets up, rubbing where he landed a little before crawling to the ring and going under. Krychek begins to get up as Tang gets out of the ring. Tang grabs Krychek and pulls him to his feet, as Ripped stands up with a lead pipe, smiling. Tang notices this and quickly goes to work at thinking by holding Krychek, and trying to lead Ripped into hitting Krychek instead of him.

Ripped goes to swing it, but Tang drops Krychek to his knees and backs up, not trusting Ripped. Ripped still goes to swing it but misses, as Hurst pulled the pipe out of his hand during the swing. Ripped turns around and grabs the pipe, trying to pull it away from him. Hurst manages to hold it long enough for Krychek to stand up, grab Ripped's head and headbutt him a couple of times. Hurst backs up with the lead pipe as Krychek backs away from Ripped, measuring him for something. Ripped, really wanting his pipe so he can do some quick damage to save himself time later, charge at Hurst, only for Hurst to toss it over his head.


Nikki: Richmond...aren't you part of this match?
Dave Richmond: Yes, I'm a commentator.
Nikki: No, I mean a wrestler.
Dave Richmond: I said...commentator.

Krychek catches the pipe and Ripped turns towards Krychek. Ripped heads towards him, but Krychek throws it back at Hurst. This goes on a couple more times before Ripped gets pissed and just stands there, while Krychek and Hurst make fun of him. Tang runs up behind Hurst and chop blocks him down so as Krychek tosses it to him, Hurst misses it. Tang gets up and runs at Ripped, who's back on his feet. Tang reaches Ripped, picks him up as he's running and lands a manhatten drop. Tang stands up, spins around and clotheslines Ripped down.

Tang covers. 1...2...Krychek lunges on top of him to stop it. Krychek gets up and pulls Tang to his feet. Krychek holds Tang's head and lands a nasty headbutt. Tang holds his head before Krychek lands a couple more. Krychek releases Tang, and Tang falls to one knee to deal with the headache. Hurst has crawled to another side of the ring and put up the apron, and begins dragging various items out. Hurst finally gets what he's looking for, a ladder. Hurst smiles as he pulls it all the way out, and slides it into the ring with a nice hard shove, getting excited.


Steven: Hurst is about to get high!
Dave Richmond: Lousy druggies... Dave Richmond > drugs!
Nikki: Aren't you...like...addicted to computers?
Dave Richmond: Quiet...Or I'll humble you, like in old country...on second thought you'd probably enjoy it too much.

Ripped is back up, as is Tang by the time Hurst has the ladder in the ring. Tang and Ripped begin landing some kicks to Krychek's stomach. Hurst quickly sets up the ladder and begins climbing. Hurst stops a couple rungs down from the top and squats down, waiting for the right moment to do the first huge leap of the match. Ripped stops Tang from kicking Krychek and tells him to get onto the barrier. Tang looks at Ripped like he's strange, before Ripped lifts Krychek up in a side slam position and kneels down. Tang gets the idea, and then hops the barrier. Tang climbs on top of the barrier, and Hurst springs to the top of the ladder and lunges off towards Tang. Now if this was the Matrix, we'd get a nice spinning shot of Hurst in the air. But it's not, so you'll have to do with Hurst landing a crossbody to Tang, into the crowd.

Ripped looks shocked at Tang's sudden departure from a vertical stance, giving Krychek enough time to punch him in the face. Krychek gets up, and kicks Ripped in the face. Krychek grabs Ripped's arm and pulls him to his feet. Krychek whips him into the barrier, runs and lands a running calf kick once he's hit. Krychek then grabs his legs and throws him over the barrier into the crowd. Krychek then takes a small walk, to catch his breath. Hurst is up, feeling his chest, and kicks Ripped in the head. Hurst grabs Ripped by the head and pulls him up. Hurst latches on a side headlock and begins leading Ripped through the crowd. Hurst reaches an upper level wall, and snapmares Ripped in front of it.

Hurst begins going up stairs to the upper area as Tang begins pulling himself up and through the crowd. Krychek sighs, walks up to the barrier and hops it. Krychek slowly walks behind Tang, not in any hurry to stop him. Hurst gets to the upper area, and is recieving pats on the back, as he throws his legs over a railing and waits, aiming for a diving leg drop to Ripped, but notices Tang's on his way. Hurst waits, and perches on the railing as Ripped begins to get up. Tang halts, remembering the last time Hurst was higher than he was.


Nikki: I feel like there was a drug joke made, and I'm just not getting it.

Tang begins talking to Hurst from where he stands, Krychek walks up behind him and shoves him forward. Hurst lunges at Tang, but Tang dives out of the way, and Hurst lands on nothing but cement. Hurst howls out in pain, towards the first person he sees, Krychek. Hurst holds his back in pain, Krychek kneels down behind him, and checks on him. Krychek then stands up and lands a kick to his back, sending out another howl of pain towards Hurst. Krychek smiles, turns around and takes a yazuka kick from Ripped. Tang then slams a steel chair over Ripped's head.

Tang lands a few more, staggering Ripped until finally he falls down. Tang throws the chair and covers. 1...2...Krychek lunges once more onto Tang to stop the pin. Krychek stands up, grabs a large biker and yanks him out of his chair, going to take his chair. The biker shoves Krychek and informs him if he wants the chair, he's going to have to take it. Krychek nods, thinks and without warning grabs his head and lands a complete shot to the chair. Krychek stands up and spits on the man before grabbing the chair. Tang is up, and walking away, to keep from getting hit by Krychek for the time being.

Krychek shrugs and covers Ripped. 1...2...Hurst lunges from his prone state to stop Krychek from finishing it. Hurst holds his back in pain as he begins trying to get to get to his feet, despite the grand pain he's in. Hurst gets to his feet as Krychek also gets to his feet. Krychek and Hurst begin throwing rapid punches at each other. Hurst begins rocking Krychek back, and finally Krychek drops to a knee. Before Hurst can do some type of move, Tang spears Hurst from behind. Ripped begins to get up.

Tang notices Ripped's getting up, and Ripped is looking at him. Tang stands up as does Ripped, and stare at each other, Krychek stepping away slowly. The two prepare to end their stare down, however, Ripped grabs a chair, and begins chasing Tang. Krychek runs after them, not wanting either one to become 'it'. Hurst begins crawling after them while trying to work out the problem in his back. Tang goes through a door into the hall way of the arena, as Ripped was catching up. Hurst gets to his feet and chases after the group.

Ripped goes into the door and stops just short of being crushed by a soda machine being tipped over, across the hall from a food court. Tang climbs on top of it and takes a chair to the knee from Ripped. Ripped climbs on top of the machine and begins beating Tang down with the chair. Krychek arrives, leaps onto the machine and shoves Ripped off, onto the sea of cans that came out of it. Krychek rolls Tang over and covers. 1...2...Hurst arrives and yanks Krychek off the machine. Krychek swings at Hurst, Hurst ducks, grabs Krychek by the waist and snaps off a german suplex. Krychek goes through the doors(the non-latching kind), hits the cement, and slides to the stairs and slides down several of them.

Hurst climbs over the machine as Tang and Ripped begins to get up. Hurst and Ripped trade a few blows. Tang gets off the machine, staggers up to them and elbows Ripped in the face. Hurst kicks Tang in the stomach, and Ripped clotheslines Hurst down. Tang grabs Ripped by the head for a ddt, but Ripped shoves Tang away, and goes for a clothesline. Tang ducks it, Ripped turns around and takes an Air-Tang for his missing the clothesline. Tang lays, holding his face from where he hit the floor.


Nikki: Wow.
Steven: Amazing.
Dave Richmond: Pft, I could do that. It's not that hard...
Nikki: Then go do it.
Dave Richmond: That would mean interfering in this mess.
Nikki: You're supposed to be.
Dave Richmond: I said...commentator.

Krychek, after two minutes of recovering, comes through the doors, looking quite irritated. Krychek climbs over the machine, and sees everyone on the floor. Krychek sprints over to the food court to get some foods, stopping at the first table with food. Krychek grabs a tray of food, and notices a man in loose and dirty clothing, with a seemingly random cloud of smoke over his head, smiling at Krychek in a very spacey manner. Krychek sighs at the man, takes the mustard off the table and squirts it in his eyes. Krychek walks back to the opponents, who are beginning to get up.

Krychek takes a cup off the tray, takes the cover off and throws it on Hurst's back. Hurst stands up straight and howls in pain, at the probably coffee filled container. Krychek then dumps the food onto the floor and whacks Tang in the head with the tray, before being clotheslined from behind by Ripped. Hurst walks away from the havoc, rubbing his back. Ripped starts walking after Hurst. Tang slowly pulls himself up and begins going after Ripped. The camera stays with Krychek long enough to see him crawling the opposite way than his opponents.


Nikki: Hey stupid, they're going the other way.
Steven: That's uncalled for, he's a super genious.
Dave Richmond: Krychek's smart. Out of his mind, but smart.

Hurst stumbles out onto the stage, where the crowd cheers for him. Hurst holds his back, right before Ripped charges out from the back and shoulder blocks him down. Ripped drops to one knee and takes a few breathes, before rolling Hurst over and covering. 1...2...Tang charges out from the back and drops a knee over Ripped's head, sommersaulting to his knees. Tang walks on his knees over to Ripped, who props himself up on his knees, and leans back. Tang slugs Ripped, and Ripped leans far back, nearly falling off the stage.

Tang lands another, and Ripped, again, almost goes over. Tang stands up, as Ripped leans forward, trying to keep himself on the stage. Tang stands over Ripped. Ripped lunges upwards, grabbing Tang from underneath as he stands up, bringing Tang up and quickly back down into a sit-out powerbomb. Ripped lays back, exhausted from the sudden movement. Ripped sits up to hold it as a pin. 1...2...Hurst charges forward with a forearm across Ripped's face. Hurst crawls over Ripped, and towards the ring.

Hurst arrives at the pile of weapons he had drug out from under the ring earlier and begins shoving things out of the way of the ring. Hurst stands himself up and grabs a table. Hurst sets it up on the ramp. At this point, both Tang and Ripped are on their feet and on their way to the ring. Hurst goes to one of the piles of weapons and grabs something as Ripped reaches him. Hurst swings around and whacks Ripped with a kendo stick. Tang reaches Hurst and takes one to the face.


Steven: WHACKED!

Hurst drops the kendo stick and climbs into the ring. Ripped slides into the ring after Hurst. Both men arrive at their feet and begin throwing right hands at each other. Ripped backs Hurst into a corner and heaves him onto the top rope. Ripped leaps onto the middle rope and then leaps for a dropkick to Hurst, but Hurst leans back out of the way, and Ripped lands on a top rope, and bounces onto the apron, landing on his feet. Hurst kicks Ripped in the face a couple of times, but before he can attack Ripped, Tang leaps onto the apron with a steel chair and blasts Hurst across the head. Hurst slumps over, landing on the apron.

Tang twirls around and smacks Ripped with it, sending him between the top and middle ropes, into the ring. Tang drops the chair and drops off the apron. Tang searches under the ring and grabs something. Tang begins pulling out another ladder, except one as tall as the one in the ring...while on the outside. Because I'm compensating for something. Tang sets up and grins evily as the crowd begins cheering. Tang begins climbing up. Hurst looks up and notices Tang's climbing. Hurst rolls himself off the apron, onto his feet, and begins walking away from the ladder, to ensure he's not the target.

Hurst gets on the far side of the ring as Tang reaches the top. Ripped begins to pull himself up, and Tang curses to himself. Tang begins measuring, readying to leap on Ripped anyway, when from the back, Krychek comes driving down the ramp in a golf cart.


Nikki: What the hell is that?
Dave Richmond: Teh l33t c3rt!
Steven: Yeah, don't you watch ANY of the l33t's promos?
Dave Richmond: Shut up.

Tang is preparing to jump when Krychek's apparent inability to drive in a straight line sends him swerving into the ladder legs. Tang tries keeping his balance but falls over backwards, and winds up going through the table Hurst had set up earlier.

Steven: Did you see that?!
Nikki: I hope he's alright.
Dave Richmond: Oh who cares, what about the c4rt?!

Ripped and Hurst stare at Tang's nasty little fall. Krychek stumbles out the other side of the cart, and grabs a golf club out of the back. Krychek walks up to the ring and rolls in, as Hurst slides in. Krychek gets up to his feet, but is met by a couple right hands by Ripped. Ripped whips Krychek into the turnbuckle, grabs the club, screams "fore" to the crowd, and then proceeds to upper cut Krychek with it. Meanwhile Hurst has snuck over to the ladder from earlier and collapses it.

Nikki: So Krychek is a golfing fan?
Dave Richmond: No...I'm not sure why he has those.

Hurst sets it on his shoulder, and waits. Ripped tosses the club out of the ring. Ripped turns towards Hurst, and takes a ladder to the face, javaline style. Krychek stumbles out of the corner, Hurst runs up and lands the Absolute Karnage. Hurst rolls Krychek over and covers. 1...A weird looking man in a jester out fit hops the barrier and heads for the ring...2...The jester slides into the ring, and forearms Hurst in the head, before sliding out and running back into the crowd. Hurst gets onto his knees and stares at the jester, running away.

Steven: What was that?!
Nikki: It appeared to be a misguided clown.
Dave Richmond: Tck. It was a boogeyman. Do you even LISTEN to Krychek?
Steven: What is a boogeyman? They don't exist.
Nikki: Obviously they do.
Dave Richmond: Eh, Krychek will explain.

Hurst gets to his feet, and is whipped around by Ripped. Ripped knees him in the stomach and then quickly lands Defiance. Ripped rolls Hurst to his back and covers. 1...2...Krychek barely rolls over enough to smack Ripped's back. Ripped, irritated at Krychek's smacking him, quickly gets up. Ripped pulls Krychek to his feet, and goes to knee Krychek in the stomach to help prepare the position for Defiance, but Krychek gets the leg, grabs Ripped's head, and lifts up. Krychek uses his last burst of energy to toss himself to the side with the Kingdom's Fall. Krychek simply lays there. If you were watching this, you would notice a microphone being set down, audio-wise.

Steven: Hey, where are you going?
Nikki: Richmond has stood up and is making his way to the ring.

Richmond whistles as he makes his way over to the steps. Richmond whistles all the way up the stairs, and steps into the ring. Richmond makes his way over to the body pile in the middle of the ring. Richmond looks over the three men before placing a foot on Ripped's chest and saluting. 1...2...3! Richmond's it, and it doesn't look like any of them are getting up. Richmond continues whistling as he makes his way over to a set of ropes, pauses, and then quickly rolls out, and goes running up the ramp. Tang, beginning to move, lunges at his ankles, but is no where near fast enough to catch the totally-fresh Richmond.

Nikki: NO! It can't end like this. Those four men gave hell in this match, and Richmond, who has said he doesn't even want any part of it...is gonna steal the match!
Steven: He's like...super intellegent.
Nikki: Oh come now.

Richmond has gone into the back, and the five minute timer is counting down. Tang tries using the table to support himself to get back to his feet, but the already broken table collapses under his weight, sending him back down. Ripped rubs his face, and Hurst props himself up on his elbow, as Krychek pulls his head up, glazed eyes, and looks around. Krychek looks over at the commentating table to notice Richmond's gone. Krychek just lays back down, knowing he couldn't catch Richmond at this point.

Nikki: Come on! Someone get up!
Steven: They're too tired, at this point it's like trying to catch up with a train.

A camera goes to the back and we see Richmond running around the back, dodging people as he runs through the back. We see Richmond pop into the l33t's locker room, grabs his bag, and goes out the door before it closes. Richmond proceeds to run to the end of a hall way, through the door and into the parking lot where a van pulls up, and Richmond stops. The door slides open and an extremely short man waves Richmond into the van. Richmond gets in and the door shuts before the van speeds away.

Nikki: NO! NO, NO, NO!
Steven: It's as though he had that planned...

The wrestlers, having been watching the giant screen, see Richmond has left the building, and proceed to just start settling with defeat, as their 'it' in the game of violent, violent tag has found the means of escape.
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Back near the parking lot area... a random stage hand heads out to said parking lot, but as soon as he opens the door to the lot...

VROOOOOOOOOOM!

A slender man riding a black and red Kawasaki Ninja drives right through the door, nearly running him over!


Stage Hand: "Holy sh..."

Of course, a guy riding a motorcycle INSIDE the arena doesn't go unnoticed. As such...

Random Security Guard (on his walkie-talkie): "Sean, we got a problem, get some guys over here!"

The man stops his motorbike near the catering table. He pushes the kickstand down and looks over at a pair of stage hands.

Man: "You two. Watch the bike. If anyone touches it, it's your asses."

As if on cue, here come Sean McCullins with a trio of security guards.

Sean: "Hold it right there! Just who do you think you are? Get that bike out of here!"

Man: "Oh come on. I just got here, didn't even take my helmet off and people are already getting in my face? Yo, listen. I don't have time for this... Just get out of the way."

Sean: "I don't think so, pal! We have rules around here! Now move the bike."

Man: "Huh. Make me. Four against one makes for a good little warmup."

Sean: "You arrogant little... get him, boys!"

The man unzips his leather jacket, then unzips the sleeves.

Man: "It's your funeral, then."

The first guard rushes the stranger and tries to grapple him, but the man ducks and punches him hard into the family jewels. As the guard mourns the loss of his potential children, he's caught in the face with a powerful elbow strike to the face that sends him to the floor.

Man: "Still want more?"

The other two security lackeys try to rush the man together, but he catches them both with a split kick, sending them stumbling backwards. One of them is quickly hit by two rapid thrust kicks to the ribs, followed by a spinning kick to the face. The other guard recovers and tries to punch the biker, but the punch is quickly blocked and he's hit with a front kick to the chin, followed by a flurry of punches that send him flying backwards into some random janitorial equipment. With all his lackeys down, Sean has only one choice left...

Sean: "Dammit... who are you?!"

Man: "That's not important for now."

Sean pulls out a nightstick and rushes at the man, hoping to hit him hard before he can be struck. Unfortunately, he is hit in the elbow with a kick, forcing him to drop the nightstick. The fighter quickly rolls past him, picking up the stick at the same time.

Man: "Funny thing about these nightsticks. They're such crappy tonfas.

The fighter quickly hits Sean on the nose with the nightstick, then over the head. Sean kneels over in pain, and the fighter sends him flying with a rapid knee strike. The fighter walks over to him and kneels down.

Man: "Now, how about you gather up what's left of your flunkies and let me go about my business? I promise I won't hurt, maim kill or threaten anyone's life."

Sean (while cleaning off some blood leaking from his nose): "Sure... that sounds.. fair..."

Sean stumbles up and gathers his troops, who walk away painfully. The biker fighter looks around...

Man: "Nice little place. I think I'm going to have fun here."

(end cutscene, bitch)

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[align=center]:::Ultimate Submission Match:::
~AWL Diamond Championship~
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Steven: Well folks, we're baout to get our next contest underway, and its an Ultimate Submission Match!

Nikki: Featuring Solomon Black and Mike Stryker, it's going to be a hellacious match for sure.

Steven: Lets head to Kevin for the introductions.

Kevin Sputnik: The following contest is an Ultimate Submission Match! The rules are as follows. Only legal submission tap outs will be counted. No pins, no give-ups, only submissions. The person to score the most within a 15 minute time period will win this match. Also, this match, is for the AWL DIAMOND! Championship!

The fans cheer for the match rules and then the arena goes dark and on the titnatron a graveyard is displayed, then "Go to Sleep" by Eminem, DMX, and Obie Trice begins to kick in around the arena as the fans begin various chants along the basic outline of "Stryker Sucks."

Kevin Sputnik: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at 229 pounds! From New York, New York! MIKE! STRYKER!

Nikki: Heres my pick to win it all right here.

Back on the titantron, thunder clashes through the sky displayed, spelling out "STRYKER". Stryker then appears on stage, hood up and his hair coming out from undernetah to the sides, and some in front. He walks towards the edge of the stage and ramp and holds up one fist as the fans instantly change to direct boos rather then chants. He makes his way down the ramp, ignoring anyone reaching out for him, and rolls under the bottom rope. He makes his way to the opposite corner of the stage and performs the one fist salute again to a chorus of boos. He reaches back after and pulls his sweater off, revealing the scowl of Stryker across his face directed back at the crowd. The sweater falls to the outside, as "I Against I" by Mos Def & Massive Attack hits. Stryker looks back at the stage from the turnbuckle.

Kevin Sputnik: And his opponent!

Steven: If he's yours, then this is mine.

The arena returns back to darkness, but the entrance to the stage remains lit by it's outlining lights. The lights outlining the entrance begin to pulse along with the song. At 10 seconds, his titantron begins to play, then he eventually reveals himself on stage with a spotlight on him. He looks around the fans and the cheers roll in. He slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Kevin Sputnik: Weighing at 245 pounds! From Charlotte, North Carolina! He is the AWL DIAMOND CHAMPION! SOLOMON! BLAACK!!

The fans erupt with cheers as Solomon rolls under the bottom rope, and immidiately into the corner opposite Stryker who stares im down.

:::Ultimate Submission Match:::
~AWL Diamond Championship~
Solomon Black vs Mike Stryker

Steven: I have a feeling Solomon may be taking this one to the bank.

Nikki: No chance, Stryker all the way!

Stryker looks eager to get this started as he pushes Solomon into a lockup more so, closer to the corner then the middle of the ring. Solomon takes over and pushes Stryker back to the other opposite corner. Solomon is told to let go and he does but comes in with a high knee to the gut of Stryker. He whips Stryker to the other side, but Stryker counter-whips Solomon into the corner. Stryker rus in, but Solomon gets the boot up into Stryker's face. Stryker stumbles away as Solomon runs out with a clothesline. Solomon drops down into a quick headlock on Stryker who's now laying on his front.

Steven: And looks like Solomon is grabbing hold of an early lead so to say.

Nikki: Lead? He has the guy in a headlock. I call it barely starting the match off.

Stryker begins to stand up, and delivers a right up at Solomon's head, repeatedly. Solomon eventually releases and Stryker who runs to the ropes. Stryker bounces off, comes back, running dropkick to the right knee of Solomon! Solomon drops down face first to the mat. Stryker quickly jumps at his pickings, and locks in a knee bender with his elbow. Solomon pushes himself up in a push-up position and then spins over, smashing his other free foot into Stryker's face. Stryker lets go and Solomon gets to his feet again. Stryker spins and gets up as Solomon comes in with a clothesline, Stryker ducks underneath, Solomon comes back with a boot, but Stryker ducks again! Stryker turns but this time Solomon stops just after he misses and kicks Stryker in the midsection, and puts him, hitting a DDT. Stryker goes face first into the mat. Solomon gets to his feet and begins to stomp wildly all over Stryker's backside as Stryker flinches at every interval. Solomon reaches down, and grabs around Stryker's head, locking his hands together around his forehead and then putting one knee into the back of Stryker, he pulls back. Stryker yells out as he reaches for the ropes, but is nowhere close to them.

Steven: Oh, nice hold by Solomon. I think Stryker might have to tap here-

Stryker has no place to go, so instead he grabs Solomon's hands and pulls them down enough so can bite the right one.

Steven: Or not.

Solomon releases shaking out his right hand. Stryker crawls quickly over to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet, but Solomon grabs him from behind. Solomon wraps his hands around Stryker's midsection and lifts, german suplex! Solomon keeps the hold in and brings him to his feet forcefully, and hits a second german! This time Solomon releases and then springs to his feet as Stryker tries to shake it off on the mat. Solomon pulls Stryker back up by the back of the head, and turns him around, kicking him in the midsection and setting up for a suplex. He lifts and keeps Stryker in the air, then drops back a few moments later with the delayed vertical. Solomon holds it in again, lifts him back to his feet and hits a snap suplex this time. Solomon now goes back to stomping away on Stryker's back, then drops his right knee into Stryker's spine. After the second, he drops it a third and keep its there, using his right arm, he reaches around Stryker's head, and locks it with his left, bending his head backwards over his knee. Stryker has nowhere to go again. Stryker reaches! Reaches! He Taps!

SOLOMON - 1
STRYKER - 0
Time: 5:08 Minutes


Steven: STRYKER TAPS!

Nikki: No! Stryker get your ass up and get him now!

Solomon is told he has to release the hold, and he does, backing away from Stryker for the moment, allowing him some time. Then he rushes back in, and stomps on Stryker's spine. The ref orders Solomon back and Solomon backs off. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, stumbling around a bit, holding his back as the ref gives Solomon the OK to start again. Stryker turns and Solomon comes in with a thunderous clothesline! Stryker practically ha his head taken off as he falls back, legs over his head. Solomon laughs and points, the crowd laughs along with him. Solomon comes back over, elbow drop to the rear end of Stryker! Stryker flails around on the mat holding his tail bone as Solomon gets back to his feet, and grabs Stryker's left leg, but Stryker somehow finds a way, turns over to his side, sending Solomon spinning through the air. Solomon lands on the mat back first as Stryker scrambles to get to his feet. He does, but stumbles backwards into the ropes. Solomon gets up and goes for yet another clothesline, but Stryker uses the ropes for momentum, bouncing off and ducking under. Solomon turns and goes for another clothesline, but Stryker ducks under that one as well, stops just behind Solomon, and jawbreaker! Solomon bounces through the air backwards to the ropes, leaning against them.

Nikki: Finally! Stryker fights back!

Steven: About time... He's already down by one.

Solomon comes back out and gives Stryker a right, Stryker comes back with a left, Solomon with a right buts blocked by Stryker! Stryker begins to go to work with lefts to Solomon's head, then locks in a belly-to-belly! Stryker lifts and throws him backwards. Solomon hits the mat hard, and Stryker grabs Solomon's foot, and then hits a spinning toe hold. Solomon goes to kick Stryker off, but Stryker grabs his other leg with his free arm and lets go of his toe. He flips Solomon onto his stomach and locks in a one legged boston crab! Solomon crawls around frantically, reaching out for the ropes, and gets to them. The ref counts, 1... 2... 3... but Stryker yanks Solomon hard off and away from the ropes to the middle of the ring. Stryker sits down, and Solomon is in trouble.

Steven: Looks like Solomon's in a tough spot here!

Nikki: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Solomon doesn't look like he's hurting, but he can feel it. Solomon begins to crawl again, intch by intch, trying to get to them, but once again Stryker pulls him back to the centre, sitting down. Solomon grabs his head with one hand and tries to use his other to do something to Stryker's back, but can't just reach him. Solomon drops his arms and taps!

Steven: Oh my god he taps!

Nikki: YES STRYKER, YES!

SOLOMON - 1
SRYKER - 1
Time: 8:12 Minutes


Stryker is pulled off Solomon by the ref, Solomon grabbing his backside. Stryker wants to go back in, but the ref tells him to let Solomon get back to his feet. Solomon tries but fails, falling to one knee. Stryker says he has enough waiting and comes back in with a swift kick to the spine of Solomon. Solomon flexes in pain, as Stryker drops to a knee of his own, grabbing Solomon in a sleeper hold. They both fall to their side, and Solomon begins to fade out. After about 20 seconds, Solomon begins to build up momentum, slamming his foot on the mat, getting the crowd into it. He gets to one knee, and then to both feet, then starts delivering elbows to the gut of Stryker. Stryker lets go, and Solomon runs to the ropes, comes back, and right into a flying knee to the face of Solomon. Solomon goes down hard as Stryker gives him an elbow drop to the chest. Stryker quickly flips Solomon over and hooks in an armbar. Solomon gets to a knee, then hits an armdrag on Stryker and into an armbar of his own. Stryker gets to a knee and once again flips Solomon back into his own armbar.

Nikki: Are they going to keep flipping over each other, or are they gunna make each other tap out!

Stryker pulls Solomon up hard by yanking his arm, then sets up and hits a german suplex. Stryker pulls Solomon up, still in the hold, and hits a second! Solomon looks exhausted as Stryker hits the third german, releasing afterwards. Stryker gets to his feet, and doubles over to catch his breathe. He shakes his head out and then pulls Solomon back to his feet, whipping him to the corner. He runs in, but Solomon gets the boot up. Stryker stumbles back and Solomon runs in for a flying knee to the face, but Stryker catches him in the air. Side powerbomb! Stryker grabs Solomon's leg, flips him over! Locks it in! NEW YORK CLOVERLEAF! Solomon scrambles around, desperately trying to get to the ropes, but is nowhere near them. He reaches out, but can't get them! HE TAPS!

SOLOMON - 1
STRYKER - 2
TIME: 10:33 Minutes


Steven: No way! He made him tap again!

Nikki: Thats the way to do it Stryker! Keep the tap outs coming!

Stryker once again is forced to release the hold, and does. He grins as he falls back into a corner. Solomon looks like he can't stand as he attempts to get to his feet. He stumbles around alot and looks like he's going to fall three times but gets there. Stryker runs out looking for a flying forearm, Solomon falls to a knee, and avoids it! Stryker goes down into the mat face first and Solomon gets back up to a vertical stance. Stryker gets back up and turns and goes for a kick, but Solomon trips over himself and to the side, avoiding that too. Stryker falls forwards a bit onto the leg he tried to kcik with and Solomon hits a standing clothesline. Stryker goes down and Solomon falls with an elbow. Solomon lands on his rear and gets back to his feet and pulls Stryker back up, getting his composure back. He whips Stryker to the ropes and he bounces back. Solomon hits a baseball slide to Stryker's leg, taking him down face first, and Solomon locks in a one legged boston crab! Stryker crawls, practically diving, for the ropes. He gets there and Solomon pulls him away.

Nikki: COME ON REF! GET HIM OFF!

Steven: It's all fair game!

Stryker looks like he's going to reach out again, but can't do it. He slowly crawls across the mat with both arms, but still can't get enough space in between him and the ropes to reach successfully! He raises his arm! HE TAPS!

SOLOMON - 2
STRYKER - 2
TIME: 11:48 Minutes


Steven: THEIR BOTH TIED! 2 A PIECE!

Nikki: STRYKER YOU CAN DO IT!

Solomon releases and immidiately pulls Stryker to his feet, the ref allows this one, as Solomon hits a chop block to the same knee he used the boston crab on of Stryker's. Solomon begins to barrage the back of Stryker's bad knee with punches, then getting to his feet, stomps wildly all around it. He drops his elbow into it, and begins to bend it backwards. He lets go and then grabs it, hooking in the boston crab in again! Stryker jumps up and for the ropes! He gets there! But Solomon refuses to let go! Solomon yanks hard on Stryker's leg, pulling him away from the ropes to the complete opposite side of the ring where Solomon reaches the ropes, Stryker has no place to reach out for! HE TAPS AGAIN!

Nikki: NNOO!! GET UP DAMN IT!

Steven: It has to be over... After THAT!?

SOLOMON - 3
STRYKER - 2
TIME: 12:59 Minutes


Solomon still refuses to release the hold, and keeps it in, Stryker's head bobs up and down as he yells out in pain. Stryker's upper body just drops to the mat in the severity as Solomon rips back on the leg. The ref is screaming for him to let go and eventually pulls him right off. Stryker's leg drops as the ref yells at Solomon in his face to back off. Solomon puts his hands out in the air and walks back to the ropes Stryker was reaching for. He leans back on them and looks at the titantron for the time, 1:46 remains in the match. He looks over at Stryker who's still on the mat with the ref checking on his knee. Solomon stands up straight, moves away from his ropes just a bit, bounces off and runs in, baseball slide to Stryker's face! Stryker grabs his nose, putting his head under himself as far as possible. Solomon hops over Stryker's entire body, and hooks Stryker's legs together! Solomon steals Stryker's signature finisher! NEW YORK CLOVERLEAF!

Nikki: HE'S CHEATING! HE'S USING HIS OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!

Steven: ONCE AGAIN IT'S ALL FAIR GAME!

Stryker flings around reaching for anything. Solomon cracks backwards on Stryker's body, and looks like he's trying to make a 90 degree angle with his body backwards. Stryker grabs the ref's shirt but releases! HE TAPS OUT AGAIN!

SOLOMON - 4
STRYKER - 2
TIME: 14:35 Minutes


Steven: This match is over. Theres no chance of Stryker coming back after what he's endured.

Nikki: God damn it!

Solomon refuses to let the hold go, holding it in until the bell sounds for the end of the match. The ref pulls Solomon off, eventually Solomon releases it on his own terms. Stryker lies there clutching his back, sweat everywhere on his face with an etched pain. Solomon holds his hands up in victory with the ref at his side.

Kevin Sputnik: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! AND STILL AWL DIAMOND CHAMPION! SOLOMON! BLAAAACK!!!

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The scene changes to a shot of an empty ring. In the middle stands a man wearing cargo camoflauge pants, and messy blond hair.

Man: Hello ladies and gentlemen alike, I am here to inform you of a new l33t product coming soon to stores near you.

The scene changes to a shot of a DVD cover, featuring the classic l33t promo shot of all five l33t members. Above their heads is the title of the DVD, "The Best Of The L33t, Volume 1" with the sub title, in ultra fine text: "The hero arrived, and he spoke unto them: The color of infinity inside an empty glass is to come from the prime basis of a trinity and signify nothing of great importance that a monkey shouldn't know already by the lipan or not." The DVD shrinks and goes to the corner of the screen.

Man: That's right, the l33t is releasing it's first ever Best Of. If you order now, you'll get some of the greatest matches in the l33t history, such as Dave Richmond's first title match, against Richter Krug. Krychek's indy debut against Gabriel the Archangel, and of course the unforgettable OSW Fatal Four Way Cage Match, featuring both Krychek, and Richmond, along with two people that simply don't matter.

The match listing on the DVD begins to roll.

"WWW World Championship Ladder Match, Dave Richmond vs Richter Krug
Indy Debut, Rurik Krychek vs Gabriel the Archangel
OW! Exhibition, The Black Mage vs Vladamir Malkavius
OW! Tournament Semi-Finale, Dave Richmond vs Billy the Kid
IPWS World Heavyweight Championship Paradom Match, Rurik Krychek vs Panther
OSW TLC Tag Team Title Match, Rurik Krychek & Ivan Rurik versus three other teams
OSW Old School Championship Match, Dave Richmond vs Prodigy
OSW World, Old School, and Television Championship Match, Dave Richmond vs Kuroi vs Ben Hurst
OSW World Heavyweight Championship, Rurik Krychek vs Ben Hurst
OSW Number One Contenders Tournament, featuring Dave Richmond and Ben Hurst vs Prodigy & JD Law, and vs Rurik Krychek and Ivan Rurik
OSW Number One Contenders Tournament Finale, Dave Richmond vs Ben Hurst
OSW World Heavyweight Championship Cage Match, Dave Richmond vs Rurik Krychek vs Ben Hurst vs Matt Cage
NAFW Quicksilver Challenge Battle Royal & Ladder Match Finale, featuring Dave Richmond, Rurik Krychek, Buddy Harbor, and Crazy Boy.
NAFW X-Treme Championship Match, Dave Richmond vs Rurik Krychek vs Buddy Harbor vs Crazy Boy"

The match list stops rolling.

Man: That's right, you'll get all the classics, including Dave Richmond's side of a number one contender's tournament, where he teams up with Ben Hurts, and then faces him in the final. If you call this number: 1-W>U-555-1337, right now, ignoring that symbol that you couldn't possibly dial, we'll throw in the bonus discs!

Two discs appear on the screen, one featuring Krychek and Richmond with microphones to their mouth, the other a picture of Richmond holding a mic, mid-word, and text saying "UN-DEFEAT-ED!" on it.

Man: The Best Of l33t Promos! Featuring the joke Richmond and Krychek was playing without anyone noticing it up until it became the sub title of this DVD. And a demo disc of Dave Richmond's own "Best Of, Volume 1" released back in January, featuring just the entrances of Dave Richmond.

The disc go to the side of the screen, next to the DVD.

Man: But WAIT! There's more! If you send in fifty proofs of purchases of the Best Of The l33t Volume 1, we'll throw in a free l33t t-shirt. Your choice between "> Hardcore," "> Heroes," the classic l33t crest shirt, or Krychek's "Seemingly random sequence of numbers shirt." First time that shirt will begin being sold. Coming with the shirts are also bonus discs, of one of the missing l33t members carrying bags into the arena, and the other one crying for six hours about topics no one cares about.

The man pauses and looks off screen.

Man: Hey guys, why aren't any of my matches on here?! I'M PART OF THE L33T DAMMIT!

The man stops off screen as a voice over of Richmond is heard.

Richmond: We are l33t! And we > j00!

The scene fades

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[align=center][Main Event]
:::Singles Match:::

~AWL Heavywieght Championship~
Hunter Weiss vs Chill[/align]

Steven Travis: Well Nikki, here's the match that everyone's been waiting for. It's been coming for two weeks, since we saw Sla.. no, Hunter Weiss become the horrible beast we're going to see in a few moments.

Nikki Cooley: I'll remind our audience that this match won't have hardcore rules, however, we're talking about a man who took a weed whacker to another man's face. Anything can happen.

Kevin: The following one on one match is for the AWL Heavyweight Championship and is scheduled for one fall! Entering the ring, by way of Hanibal, Wisconsin and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the challenger... CHILL!"

“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 has a big smile on his face as he pauses halfway to say some friendly words to fans. He than runs and slides into the ring. He goes and stands on the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air momentarily before dropping them and hopping of the turnbuckle. Then he turns, and leans against the turnbuckle. And waits.

Steven: Chill looks ready. His eyes are locked on the ramp. I don't know if that's anger or what in there Nikki, but whatever it is, he looks pretty hellish. It's almost out of character for him.

Nikki: The man's seen what Weiss can do to a man first hand. I mean, he has to take everything into account here.. this might as well be a deathmatch, with where mentally these two men have to be.

Kevin: And Entering the ring by way of Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the AWL Heavyweight Champion... HUNTER.. WEISS!

The lights slowly dim down until the arena is all black… The word “REDRUM” flashes randomly across the Fury-Tron when suddenly a clip from Stephen Kings “Pet Cemetery” is heard over the PA:

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A very brief silence is heard followed by the twisted opening drum beats of Disturbed’s: “Down With the Sickness,” A single spotlight shines down on the entranceway and out from the curtain and onto the runway walks Hunter Weiss carrying a Weed Whacker, he raises it above his head, mimicking Gunnar Hanson’s portrayal of Leatherface of the Original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Hunter walks to the ring, stopping only to threaten fans and the ring crew with the Weed Whacker. Hunter sits the Weed Whacker under the nearest turnbuckle and rolls under the ring. For a moment, he doesn't seem to be staring at anything in particular; the moment doesn't last. He's staring right into Chill's eyes from across the ring.


Steven: Can you feel this tension? Can you feel the energy here in the arena tonight?!

Nikki: Someone get that weed whacker away from him! This isn't hardcore, Chill's unarmed for god's sake!

Hunter either heard Nikki, or he had no intention of using the weed whacker in the first place. Before standing, he slides it out of the ring, then stands and walks out to the center of the ring. Chill doesn't have the same thing in mind. He sprints out of the corner, ducks, and spears Hunter to the mat! The bell's sounded, and Chill's laying into Hunter with fists to the face, actions that make the referee scream and warn him to open his hand up. Chill pulls back to try and lift Hunter from the mat... only to be
surprised by Weiss lunging, grabbing Chill's face and bitting him in the forehead. The audience doesn't like it, and that seems fine with Weiss, who despite Chill's punches to the head manages to latch on like a mad dog and drag Chill to the mat. Now in a mounted position, Weiss starts pounding Chill with thunderous right hands.


Steven: What the hell.. Hunter just bit him! Chill's in a bad spot!

The referee, foolishly, tries to pull Weiss off of Chill only to get a shove. Hunter's pretty much unresponsive at this point. He lifts Chill, and locks an arm over his head for what looks like a suplex... it is, he's lifting. And Chill plants himself! He counters with a Snap Suplex, dropping Weiss to the mat. Chill turns to capitalize, but Weiss rolls and gets back to his feet and charges for a clothesline. Chill ducks, turns, and plants a foot in Weiss' gut. A face lock and drop.. yes, a DDT! Weiss is down!

Nikki: That looked like it hurt.

Steven: Chill's playing tactics. Keeping Hunter down on the mat as much as possible is just plain common sense. Right now, he's gotta outwrestle Hunter and take advantage of the fact that this match doesn't cater to his hardcore sense!

Nikki: ...that was pretty good.

Steven: Thanks.

Nikki: Not you, Pixie Stix, Chill.

Steven: ...oh.

Chill, after landing that DDT from a moment ago, had slowed the match's pace down a bit with a Cross Armbreaker on Weiss. Probably not the best move. Chill had the move locked in for maybe fifteen seconds before Weiss managed to pull enough of Chill's leg back to sink his teeth into his adversaries leg. Chill screamed, and though he tried to keep his hold locked in, Weiss was being pretty tenacious and didn't let his teeth out. Chill flipped back and released the hold, and Weiss was up. He dived with his good arm just as Chill rose, and clocked him with a clothesline. Chill was down, now.

Nikki: It's really turning into a street fight. That's about what we expected though.

Weiss lifted Chill, obviously looking to follow up from the bite but Chill snaps out his momentary daze and starts landing right hooks to the side of Weiss' head. Weiss fires back, and both men are fighting it out until Chill turns and breaks to the ring ropes. He ricocheted, but Weiss catches him on the way back with the Kitchen Sink to the gut, flipping Chill clear across the ring. Weiss, with a manic and fairly
satisfied grin follows Chill. He rears back for another full on punch, but Chill ducks. Shifting Weiss onto his shoulders, he manages to get him up, and tumble him over the ropes and onto the ring apron.


Nikki: Hunter go boom.

Steven: Of all the things you could say, you picked something that juvenile. Get serious Nikki, this match is serious!

Nikki: It is serious. I just chose to give the facts as bare boned as they get. And Hunter, went boom.

Steven: Ugh.

Chill rolls out after Hunter soon enough and throws himself into an European Uppercut on Weiss, sending the champion reeling a ways around the outside. The ref's started the count, but Chill continues landing blows for a bit to the adulation of the crowd, and once he's driven Hunter back to the ring steps brings his head back for a slam against the ring steps. Hunter elbows and reverses, slamming Chill instead. Then again. And again. And again.

Nikki: Stop him! That's gotta be illegal!!

The referee's count is up to seven, so Weiss rolls back into the ring then back again, back to Chill who's trying to catch his breath on the floor beside the ring steps. The count's been reset.. and Weiss is on the other side of the steps. His expression is manic. He runs. Steps over the ring steps. And steps over, with a boot to Chill's face in a variation of a move he calls the Shining Black. He just barely clears the ring step and avoids hitting his head from the impact.

Steven: Holy shit! What was that about?!

Nikki: That was hell Steven, pure and simple. And I don't think Weiss is done yet.

Weiss is up around the time the referee hits seven again, and he's got a handful of Chill's hair. He tosses him back into the ring, then rolls in after him. Chill tries to get up, but Weiss has him by his hair again. He screams something at him, slaps him mockingly. Then Irish Whips Chill into the turnbuckle at the other side of the ring with a dive and with enough force to make Chill fall over when he slams into the turnbuckle. The impact leaves him kicking the mat in response to his pain. Weiss stalks him for a moment, then moves in and places Chill's neck on the middle rope.

Nikki: ..he wouldn't..!

Weiss backs up, runs, comes back and jumps on top of Chill's shoulders, sliding over him and through to the ring ropes and strangling him against the ropes in the process. The reaction is mixed from the crowd. Chill's on his side coughing, and Weiss is down on the ring apron threatening an audience member.

Steven: You know, it's really hard to be proud of a champion like that.

Nikki: A champion that works his ass off? Okay. Sure he might be a little brutal but what he's doing right now in that ring is world class science.

When he does come back into the ring, he immediately sends a brutal kick to Chill's side. Chill rolls, and Weiss gets a running start and kicks football punts him again in the chest. Now in the corner, Weiss follows Chill in and begins an assault with stomps to the chest and face, leaving Chill to block with his arms. Weiss lifts him, and Irish Whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. He charges, plants Chill with a clothesline, then steps back for just enough space to gather Chill in a vice grip and throw him overhead in a Capture Suplex.

Nikki: Wow. Hunter's pretty technical when he wants to be. You tend to forget with him swinging garden tools at people.

In an effort to get to his feet, Chill pulls himself up using the ropes. Weiss is already behind him. Weiss latches his hands for a German Suplex, but Chill hangs onto the ropes and plants, keeping himself from being thrown. Weiss pounds Chill's upper back with his forearm, and drags him from the ropes. He tries again to lift for the suplex, but Chill drops to a knee, elbows Weiss in the face, and from seemingly out of nowhere tosses him with a Snapmare!

Steven: That was impressive! Chill's back in the match with a beautifully executed Snapmare Takedown!

Nikki: Now he's probably back to just trying to keep Weiss grounded and isolate that brawler mentality of his. Either that or.. kick the crap outta him...

Chill was stomping a hole in Weiss' upper back, and throwing in elbows to boot. He was building up steam, and the crowd seemed behind him as he stepped back and looked like he was setting up for a Texas Cloverleaf. Weiss wasn't having it, he started kicking Chill until Chill had to move back away and to the ropes.

Nikki: Can't say he didn't try, at least.

Weiss stood, a bit slower now, and charged at Chill for another clothesline. Chill stops him short with a boot to the gut, then grips him. A face lock, Chill lifts.. A Stalling Suplex leaves Weiss completely vertical above the ring! When Weiss drops, he's dropped hard. Chill's up quick, and he's to the turn buckle in no time. He goes up, climbs up, and nods to the crowd. He's taking off... guilottine leg drop! He misses, Weiss rolls out of the way!

Steven: Perfectly done! Chill is officially off his game here!

Weiss, with a smile, covers and hooks the leg for the pin...

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....2......

...Kickout! That one was no where near a 3! [/align]


Nikki: Talk about premature.

Steven:Every pin cover Weiss gets means Chill has to burn just a little bit of steam to get out of it, and in a match like this both men are going to need every bit of tactical advantage they can get over the other.

Nikki: ..you seem more technical than usual tonight.

Steven: Just giving the fans the experience they paid for, Nikki.

Weiss is up pretty quick after his pin cover, and he brings Chill with him. The champion Irish Whips to the ropes... Chill reversals and sends Weiss instead. Chill ducks to throw Hunter overhead on the rebound, and that proves to work against him; when Hunter rebounds, he catches Chill with in a headlock and drills him with a swinging DDT.

Steven: Ouch.

Nikki: Was that any better than "Hunter go boom?"

Steven: Not really. I'm just taking your cue and being as bare-boned as possible.

Nikki: Get your own gimmick Pixie Stix.

Weiss is on top of Chill again with punches, but not for very long. He drags him over to the turnbuckle, then lifts him. Propping him onto the turnbuckle in suplex position, it seems like hard times are in store for Chill. Weiss goes up for a Superplex no doubt, but with a roar and a gasp from the audience Chill manages to shoulder throw him over the ring mat and onto the floor.

Steven: Good God, what a drop! Hunter should be out cold from that!! Wait, what's Chill doing?!

Chill's probably snapped a bit. Because he's up on the turnbuckle backwards. He jumps, sits out in the air.. and goes for the second Guillotine Leg Drop off the night. It connects! The fans show their appreciation after that.

Nikki: What the hell just happened?! What was that?! These aren't cruiserweights in the ring, these are champion level heavyweights, and Chill just dropped a huge bomb on Weiss with that high risk maneuver! We could be looking at a broken tail bone after that!

The referee's counting. Both men are reeling.

1... 2...

Chill's the first to attempt getting up.

...3...4..........5.....6...

Weiss starts to rise. Chill is on the barricade holding his lower back.

...7....8...


Steven: Get in the ring!

Chill rolls in, but immediatly rolls back out. The referee restarts the count.

Nikki: Smart. He's taking a cue from Weiss on that one, especially since he can't win the title on a disqualification.

Chill moves over to Weiss, and helps him the rest of the way up. He back chops him, with enough authority to make the champ stumble into the ring barricade. Chill follows, grabs Weiss' head and slams it into the barricade. Weiss stumbles off, trying to make some distance between himself and Chill. When Chill follows, Weiss turns and gouges his eyes. Taking Chill by the hair again, he runs to the ring post and slams Chill's face against it. Before Chill can even take in the fact that he's been hit, Weiss hits him again, and again, until he just screams with frutrastion and throws Chill's back against the ring barricade.

The crowd boos, and all they get is threats back as Hunter picks up Chill and throws him back into the ring on an 8 count. Chill's waiting for him though, with a volley of punches that gets the crowd moving. He's back in the game, as he jets off the ropes and comes back with a thunderous clothesline that levels Weiss and sends him spinning through the air.


Steven: Chill's on fire in there!

Nikki: ..that sounds really, really retarded and contradictive.

Chill pulls Weiss into a turnbuckle, and starts leveling him with more right hands. Weiss seems pretty dazed, and when Chill sends him into the opposite corner, he hits it chest first and just lays there. Chill starts working the crowd, jumping, waving his arms, getting them behind him as he prepares to charge. And he does, he sprints, and flies with an Avalanche Dive into Weiss' back.

At least it would have hit Weiss' back, if he hadn't moved out of the way... and taken the ring padding with him. Chill hit the bare turnbuckle chest first. The referee didn't seem to notice as Weiss deposited the padding, which he had no doubt worked off during the match and as he laid in the corner as he did a moment before, and when Weiss stalked Chill for what could have been the finish, the crowd tried their damndest to tell the referee what had just transpired.


Steven:Open your eyes ref! Damn it!

They didn't need to. When Weiss came in for a toe kick to set Chill up, Chill grabbed his leg and threw it back down with authority. He moved in quick, got his arm behind Weiss, and swung backwards with a violent Downward Spiral that left both men on the mat.

Nikki: Did you see that!? That leg sweep of Chill's came out of nowhere! We could be looking at the new champion right now!

Steven: That's assuming that he can get up or get an arm over Weiss. The referee's counting, and both men are pretty much out of it right now.

1...! .....2......3...

Chill and Weiss haven't stirred.

4...... 5....!

Chill starts to move. He pulls himself over to Weiss.

6....7..... Pin cover!

Chill has managed to flip Weiss and cover him.


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....thr... no! Weiss' foot is on the rope![/align]


Steven: He was so close! He was literally one inch away from becoming the new Heavyweight Champion! Damn it!

Nikki:It's his own damn fault. He ran like an idjit and hit that metal turnbuckle and hit his trademark right next to the ropes. He doesn't deserve to win!

Chill had gotten up. And that's when he screamed. "You WILL feel the CHILL!" The crowd screamed, and a "CHILL!CHILL!" chant started.

Steven: He might be signaling for the end here Nikki!

Chill pulls Weiss' limping form off the mat, and manages to lower his form. The Ice Pick was coming. Weiss suddenly sprang to life however, and immediately started flailing. Lowering to his knees, throwing his arms out. He looked desperate. He actually threw out a hard right hand, and caught the referee right in the face, sending him to the mat in a heap.

It wasn't confusion to Hunter. He pulled back, and brought his forearm up into Chill's groin. Chill hunches over, as Weiss rises, grabs his head, and brings Chill back over to the bare turnbuckle. He rams his head into it. With the same reckless abandon as he did with the ring post. Again. And again. He grinded Chill's face against the metal, punched him, did it again. The referee was just now pulling himself together, as Weiss was pulling a now bloodied Chill out of the corner.


Steven: He's sick! That was horrible! Chill's busted open and... oh god...

Weiss is taking his time, rubbing the fresh blood all over his face and arms. He's laughing manically, like the crimson is gold, while he lowers Weiss. He lifts Chill. Supports him on his shoulders. Gets a running start, leaps, and lands it... the Sickness Bomb!

Nikki: Dear lord... Chill's not moving..

Steven: Someone do something! This is getting out of hand!

Weiss looks over Chill's fallen caracass for only a moment, before moving towards the outside of the ring.

Steven: Where is he going? What... oh no, he can't!

Nikki: He can. He's used this before on Chill. This won't just end the match, hitting him with it while he's like this could be the end of Chill's career! This isn't a wrestling match so much as it is a massacre!

Weiss pulls the cord and starts the weed whacker, and though the fans were visibly and audibly infuriated, Hunter Weiss could have cared less. The weed whacker was on, and the stalked his motionless prey.

That was when Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff" started blaring over the loud speakers.


Nikki: ..oh my god. Oh.. MY GOD.

Steven: ...that music. It can't be. This can't be real!

Hunter knows that music. He growls, and walks to the side of the ring closest to the ramp. He's screaming, frantic, but it's hard to catch what he's saying over the crowd. They're screaming so loud, because the reason for the music is coming through the crowd.

Fox Strife.

He's over the barricade and in the ring, and now behind a bewildered Weiss, who isn't bewildered for that long. That's because he turns, and swings the weed whacker. Strife ducks. He jumps back... and fires out a super kick, knocking Weiss down to the mat and making him drop his weapon.. Lights Out!


Nikki: That's what I'm talking about! That's EXACTLY what the hell I'm talking about! Fox Strife is back baby! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Steven: N-Nikki, get off the table! Fox shouldn't even be in the ring but it's probably that he's here. Chill was about to get creamed by that weed whacker!

Fox shakes his head no. He lifts Weiss from the mat by his hair, and nods to the audience. He screams, "IT'S OVER!", then sends a toe kick into Weiss' gut,and lifts him for a stalled vertical. Fox spins. And Weiss is dropped head first. BACKYARD BOMB!!

By this time, Chill's started to come to, and what a sight to wake up to. He stares at Fox in bewilderment for a moment as he gets up, then looks down at Weiss. Fox points to the crowd, and they cheer. He points down to Weiss, nods, screams something that the mic's can't pick up. Chill smiles, then picks up Weiss. He lowers Weiss, then lifts him up.. ICE PICK! Hunter Weiss' been flattened by the Ice Pick!

Fox moves over to the referee and shakes him awake. He pulls him over to where Chill has hooked Weiss' leg for the pin cover.

The referee shakes off his daze. And starts slamming the mat.


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....2...!......

...THREE! IT'S A THREE COUNT! CHILL'S PINNED WEISS TO BECOME THE NEW AWL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
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Steven: Ladies and gentlemen...we're just witnessed history and the start of a new era here in the AWL! Chill has just been become our new Heavyweight Champion!

Nikki: AND Fox Strife has made his triumphant return to the AWL in the highest fashion! The fans are eating this up! They're elated!

Inside the ring, Fox has raised Chill's hand and the belt has been given to him. The referee is checking on Weiss, who hasn't gotten up yet. Fox and Chill celebrate, with shouts to and from the crowd.

Steven: What a night ladies and gentlemen! What an incredible Pay Per View event! For all those out there watching, this is Steven Travis and for Nikki Cooley, GOOD NIGHT FROM CANADIAN WARFARE!!

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