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| Excessive Desire 2006 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 4 2006, 02:07 AM (379 Views) | |
| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:07 AM Post #1 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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*The scene fades into the Staples Center Parking Lot. William Reign is exiting a limousine and heading for the entrance of the Staples Center. As he is about to enter the doorway to the back of the Staples Center, he looks down to his right. At his right is a man wearing tattered blue jeans, a solid black shirt, and black wrestling boots. The man appears to be sleeping.* Reign: Pitiful. The vermin they let sleep here... *Reign nudges Eric with his foot, gently pushing his face with his foot. Eric wakes up and begins to get to his feet.* Reign: I guess I should get security, and get him off the property. I don't want people thinking we're running a charity shelter. Eric: Wait! *Eric stands in front of the door.* Eric: Please, Mr. Reign. I’m sorry for what I said at EPP. I was out of line, I understand. Please, sir, I’m homeless, I’m jobless, I’ve got nothing. Please, let me have my job back. You’ve beaten me, sir. You’ve broken me, Mr. Reign. I’ve got nothing else. Please, Mr. Reign……Please…… Reign: So you're broken, beaten, jobless, homeless, weak, powerless, desperate, smell and look horrible... Why would I want such riff raff in a place I'm promoting? *Eric thinks for a minute.* Eric: Please, Mr. Reign. I’ll do anything for you. Whatever you ask, I’ll do it. Heel turns, got it. Hardcore and death matches, done. I’ll be the biggest jobber in the world. Just….give me a job……please. Reign: Jobber? Why do I need more jobbers? I've got Joe Jobber, that knock off of the l33t guy, hell if I want another jobber, I'll get jobber legend Charles Octavian. No. *Eric begins to get frustrated, but he keeps his cool, knowing he HAS to convince Reign to give him his job.* Eric: Then what would you ask of me? I will do ANYTHING you ask me to do, Mr. Reign. I don’t even care what it is. Don’t you see…..you won. You showed me that I am below you. You proved your point. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I don’t even care what it is, as long as it’s a job. I’ll be ring crew, janitor, your personal valet. It doesn’t matter to me. I just need my job. Please, for the love of everything that you may hold dear, for any mercy and compassion you have, please give me my job. Reign: I'm... I'm not sure I really believe you Eric. I think I need a little more reassurence that you're broken. *Reign stares into Eric's eyes for a moment.* Reign: Beg. *Eric looks shocked.* Eric: Please, Mr. Reign. You’ve taken everything else from me. Don’t take my dignity. It’s all I have left. Please, Mr. Reign. Please….. Reign: Maybe you're not as broken as you think you are. *Reign grabs Eric's shoulder, and pushes him to the side.* Reign: Go away. Eric: Wait…Wait. *Reign turns around, an evil smirk on his face. Eric looks into the eyes of what he would call the devil, hate and rage in his own eyes. Eric looks down at the ground, sadness and hate fuming off of Eric Smiles. He then bends at the knees, dropping to one knee. He lowers his head and holds out his arms.* Eric: ………..please? I….have……nothing. Please? *Reign smirks like the ever giant bastard that he is.* Reign: Meet me in my office, Eric. *Reign begins to turn around to leave, but turns back, places a foot to Eric's chest and shoves him over into a mud puddle. Reign's smirk grows, as he turns back around and enters the building. The camera gives one more image of Eric, who is face down in the mud, slapping the pavement with his fist. The camera fades out as the AWL logo flashes across the screen before it decends into black quickly. Ominous music plays as we see a black and white shot of an empty arena. We see transparent visuals of various wrestlers battling it out. Various ghost voices are heard, not attatched to anything in the visual, all starting with "I am" or "I am not." Most are looped over each other, and the only one that is ever heard mostly clear is "I am the greatest champion." A voice over is heard. [align=center]"We are, wrestlers. We are put on the television, as media icons. Raised to the platform of idols, being viewed as superheros to the viewers. To the children needing hereos, and to be assured that good triumphs evil. But we're all just human's. We're not Superman. We're not immortal. We hurt like everyone else."[/center] Mako Eros fades in, sitting on the far left corner of the ring, and the camera zooms in on him, staring off at the darkness, as though he's thinking about something, before speaking. [align=center]"I am not without reason."[/align] Mako fades away before the camera pulls itself to the near right corner, where we see Fox Strife leaning forward into the corner, staring at the camera. [align=center]"I am not your teacher."[/align] Fox begins to fade as the camera moves past Fox to the far right corner to see Ash Koopa sitting like Eros is, except without the look of thinking hard on something. [align=center]"I am not your superior."[/align] The camera pulls itself away diagonally to the middle of the ring, and the camera stops, showing only the left half of Drake Love's face. [align=center]"I am not your comfort."[/align] The camera pulls to the right a little more and stops on only the right half of Rurik Krychek's face. [align=center]"I am not your brother."[/align] The camera pulls to the left a little, between Drake and Krychek where Dave Richmond now stands. [align=center]"I am not your friend."[/align] The camera pulls away from those three as they turn transparent and fade away. The camera pulls up to the near left corner where Hunter Weiss is kneeling, facing towards the middle of the ring, and we only get a shot of him from the back and right. [align=center]"I am not your comedian."[/align] The camera pulls back to see the full ring and those that had faded away fades back in. [align=center]"I am Fox Strife." "I am Mako Eros." "I am Drake Love." "I am Ash Koopa." "I am Rurik Krychek." "I am Hunter Weiss."[/align] Those who weren't in the middle of the ring already, when they said their name they headed there, standing shoulder to shoulder. From left to right: Mako Eros, Hunter Weiss, Drake Love, Dave Richmond, Rurik Krychek, Ash Koopa, Fox Strife. The camera pans across them, skipping over Richmond, each one saying something. [align=center]"I am your entertainer." "I am a sinner." "I am a fighter." "I am your truth." "I am your equal." "I am your champion."[/align] Dave Richmond steps forward and the camera zooms in on him, as he lifts the AWL World Title onto his shoulder, and does his ">" sign on his chest. [align=center]"I am Dave Richmond. And I am your hero."[/align] Suddenly, we see a dollar sign take up most of the screen, with various letters piling up on each side, ending the graphic. [align=center]Posted Image[/align] "Original Fire" by Audioslave is heard over the pa system and the camera in the arena pulls away from the jumbo tron as the scene fades into the arena with the screaming fans all trying to get their signs on camera as it pans the arena. The pryro goes off on the stage as Steven Travis and Nikki Cooley start in with commentary. Steven: Welcome to the Action Wrestling League's Fifth, almost sold out Pay-Per-Veiw, Excessive Desire! Nikki: Wait...Almost sold out? Why didn't we sell out this arena? My man, Foxy, should've easily given this show some appeal. I mean, we should have people out the doors! Steven: Well, with some of the recent releases we've had, such as Solomon, Chill, Mustafa, and Viktor, we're slowly starting to lose some of our more talented wrestlers for currently unknown reasons... Nikki: I can't believe that...In fact, I refuse to believe that we're actually losing intrest because some people had to take their balls and go home! Steven: Nikki, please! They were all very talented wrestlers, each with their own set of fans, and when you lose a certain superstar, you also lose that superstar's fans. Nikki: Whatever, that just means that our current roster gets to be paid more and work harder to please the fans. Unlike my hubby, Fox Strife, who's already got thousands of fans just by showing up at the arena. Steven: Well, later tonight, he may not even walk out of the arena after Hunter Weiss is done with him. If memory serves me right, Fox hasn't been able to get a win over Hunter Weiss since the two started feuding several weeks ago. Nikki: Hey! He's been using illegal objects to try and litterally kill Fox! Hunter Weiss needs to burn in hell for everything he's put Fox through! I mean, it's just as bad as bad as Travis Bane's losing streak against Joe Jobber. Travis Bane should be practically undefeated! Steven: Well, no one's broken his losing streak, so if you think about it, he is. But that losing streak could not only end tonight, but also earn him some tag team gold as he and Mike Stryker challenge Daye and Night for the AWL Tag Team Championships. Nikki: Yeah, the refs are all crooked, and if the refs screw up again like they did last week, i'll just have Foxy kick them in the head. Steven Travis: Well, either way, let's get underway with our first match.[/color] Matt: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky... weighing 230 pounds... this is Panther!” "Boom" by P.O.D. cues up and out steps Panther. He makes his way down the aisle, wearing his game face and looking very focused. Nikki Cooley: This is the man who will be a Champion someday soon, I can feel it. Regardless of the Drake Loves of the world or even the Dave Richmond’s... Matt: “And his opponent... “ "God Says No" by Monster Magnet plays and Ash Koopa makes his presence known to the crowd. Matt: “From Reading, England and weighing in at 268 pounds... The Koopa Maniac - Ash KOOPA! Steven Travis: This should be quite interesting, Nikki. You have two forces in Ash and Panther that are basically oil and water, but more combustible. Nikki Cooley: I'm looking for this match to blow the roof off this place. Let's go, baby! The two combatants stare at each other. You can cut the tension with a knife. Steven Travis: This could blow up at any minute, I can feel it! As a reminder folks, the winner of this match will return later as the special guest referee for our Hardcore Title match later on tonight. The bell rings starting the match and Panther and Ash meet up at the center of ring, and Panther calls for a test of strength right off the bat. Nikki Cooley: What a brilliant classic tactic by Panther here. He wants to see if Ash Koopa still has what it takes in the ring. Steven Travis: I really don't think Ash Koopa will have a problem accepting this challenge. He is game for just about anything. Koopa and Panther lock hands and the crowd immediately gets behind their favorite; as we have a slightly mixed reaction. Koopa gets an early advantage, and is overpowering Panther. Panther doesn't take kindly to it, and immediately breaks the lock up with a kick the lower nether regions on Koopa. The referee warns Panther, while Ash drops like a sack of potatoes. Nikki Cooley: Brilliant strategy showed by Panther! Steven Travis: Oh please, he saw he was in trouble, and he took a short cut to get out of it. An ILLEGAL short cut while I'm at it. Nikki Cooley: Who cares? He didn't get DQ'd did he? It's BRILLIANT! Panther shakes off the ref and heads over to Koopa, and goes to get him back to his feet, but Ash is quick to grab Panther and rolls him up in a small package. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Steven Travis: Whoa, that was almost an upset in lightning-quick fashion. Nikki Cooley: Yeah, that would have made for a four-star match that would have gone down in the AWL annals as nothing short of “classic”. Ash Koopa takes advantage of the shock value expressed by Panther. He whips Panther to the ropes and catches him flush with a running forearm. He follows that up with an exploder Suplex and then a basic standing suplex. Steven Travis: Ash Koopa is starting to put on a clinic in there! Panther is dazed and confused. Nikki Cooley: Good movie. Steven Travis: What? Nikki Cooley: Dazed and Confused... it was a good movie. Steven Travis: Whatever. Anyway... Ash Koopa whips Panther to the corner, follows him in and rocks him with a thunderous forearm! Koopa is on top of his game at this point. Panther is going to have to figure something out and in a hurry. The crowd really gets behind Koopa, who continues his attack by placing Panther on top of the turnbuckles. Ash climbs up and hooks him for a superplex, but Panther is able to block it, and shove Koopa off and crashing to the mat. Panther moves down to the second turnbuckle and lands a flying elbow on Koopa. Panther picks Ash up and executes a flawless spinebuster. Panther is methodically taking his time and measuring his opponent. He scoops Ash up again and nails him with a side Suplex and a cover. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Steven Travis: Near fall by Panther, but Ash Koopa was able to sneak out at the last moment. Nikki Cooley: That fairy was lucky. Steven Travis: I'd hardly call it luck. Panther takes Ash Koopa over in a vertical Suplex, which has Koopa near the ropes. Panther makes the cover... 1... 2... Thr-No! Foot on the rope! Panther slowly gets to his feet and then starts yelling at Koopa. Ash Koopa has recovered enough to pull Panther by the leg and rolls him up. 1... 2... 3! NO! Nikki Cooley: Panther JUST escaped a horrid defeat. Steven Travis: It's not about fair, Nikki. There is bad blood between Panther and Ash. We knew it was going to spill in this match; it was just a matter of time. Nikki Cooley: It still sucks. Steven Travis: As do you, Nikki, as do you. Nikki Cooley: Hey! Ash Koopa stays on the attack by whipping Panther to the ropes and catching him with pinpoint accuracy with a big boot. He covers again... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Steven Travis: Another near fall, but no dice for Ash Koopa. He picks Panther up and pitches him over the top rope and to the floor... Ash Koopa rolls to the outside, bounces Panthers head off the ring steps and tosses Panther back in the ring, and follows suit himself. Ash Koopa locks Panther in and pulls off the Ash Bomber! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Steven Travis: Wow that was close! Nikki Cooley: Damnit! C'mon Panther! Steven Travis: In case you hadn't noticed, that's not Fox Strife in there. Nikki Cooley: Shut it! Koopa fires Panther to the ropes, misses a forearm, and Panther rebounds and nails Ash with a flying forearm of his own. Both men come crashing down to the mat. The referee starts a double-count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... Steven Travis: Both men stir and are trying to get to their feet. I can't believe the intensity of this match up! Panther and Ash make it to their feet before the ref can reach ten. They both come at each other and start firing punches at one another. Nikki Cooley: SLUG FEST! Steven Travis: Who can get the upper hand here? Both men have taken a lot out of each other already in this war. Nikki Cooley: It's too close to call. Panther blocks a punch from Koopa, and flattens him with a discus punch. Panther back-talks to the referee before following up. Panther picks up Ash Koopa and attempts a Northern Lights Suplex, but it's blocked... and blocked again. Panther tries a third time, but it's blocked by a knee to the gut, Ash places Panthers head between his legs... Steven Travis: Ash Koopa is going for the ’88 Comeback Special! But wait! Panther blocks it and flips Ash over his back, Koopa is up, WHAT’S THIS!??! Nikki Cooley: BLACK MAGIC! Panther hit Koopa with The Black Magic! Here’s the pin! 1... 2... 3! Matt: The winner of this match... PANTHER! Nikki Cooley: He did it! Steven Travis: Panther pulled off a hard-fought victory here tonight Nikki! Nikki Cooley: Ash is slowly realizing what has happened. Look at him staring a hole right through Panther. Steven Travis: If looks could kill Nikki, if looks could kill… We’ll be right back after this! |
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| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:11 AM Post #2 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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We are in the locker room of Peter Gilmour and Ashley Marie as Peter gets ready for his biggest match of his career as he faces Tang. If he loses, tang gets Ashey for 3 months but if Peter wins, Tang has to leave AWL and the Puppet Masters for 3 months. We see Peter is sitting down on his couch with his arms crossed and his head down. He can be herad crying hysterically. He has a picture of him and Ashley in his hand as well. Ashley then coems into the room and sees her man is crying and sits down on the couch next to him and comforts him with a hug. Ashley: Whats wrong baby? Is it because of the match tonight? Peter: No babe. Its just that this may be our last night together. I dont want to lose you. I dont know what I'd do without you. Ashley: I know baby but you cant worry about me. I will be ok. I can take care of myself. If tang thinks he will make me into his slave, hes wrong! All you got to focus on is beating Tang to a inch of his life and send him out of AWL. I know you can do it baby. I didnt stay by your side to see you fall from grace ok? I stayed with you because I love you very much and I want to be with you forever. Now I want you to suck it up and go out there and beat Tang. Peter gets up off the couch and wipes the tears away form his face. Peter: You're right baby! I cant let Tang take you away. I wil ldo anything to keep you in my life. I'll die if I have to. Tang, you think that you have it so easy tonight dont u? Well, face reality punk! Tonight, you will be beaten and bloodied. Broken and unconscious Tonight, Chris "Tang" winters. You are going to be taken to HELL and back. You wil meet your JUDGE.. JURY.. and EXECUTIONER and to take my catchphrase from your rotten mouth, YOU WILL BE TAKEN...... Ashley: TO THE XTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!! Peter: Say Goodbye Tang ! YOUR CAREER WILL BE SHOT TO HELLLLLLLLLLLLL! Peter laughs wickedly as he does the "X" taunt as Ashley flips the bird to the camera as we fade to the arena. The arena goes dark and the beginning guitar riff to Painkiller begins. We then see a red spotlight appear on the ramp. Suddenly, a wall of flames shoots into the air and Ashley Marie comes out. She steps over the fire which is now at a low level so not to totally engulf her. She heads to the middle of the ramp and looks back to the entranceway with a sick grin. Peter Gilmour comes out, looks around and isn't impressed. He then goes to the ring and gets in normally as Ashley performs a split under the bottom rope. Peter gets into the ring and does taunts the crowd in the center of the ring as fire emits from the turnbuckles. Peter then stands in the corner while Ashley exits. Matt: "The following is for a 3 month ownership of Ashley Marie or a 3 month ban on Tang! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 265lbs, he is the self-proclaimed "King of Xtreme", Peter Gilmour!" 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. Matt: "And his opponent, from Kitchener, Ontario, Canada; weighing in at 180lbs, Chris "THE TANG" Winters!!" Steven: "A definite difference in weight between the two. Gilmour's got practically eighty pounds on Tang." Nikki: "And it shows! Stupid fat slob!" Immeditately when the bell rings, Pete rushes Tang and catches him with some jabs. Tang staggers back but regains his balance and hits Pete with a savate kick, followed by some chops. Pete and Tang begin exchanging chops. Nikki: "I think I can see Pete's fat jiggle through his shirt! Ewwwwww..." Steven: "Nikki, that's not funny." Pete kicks Tang in the stomach and pulls him up, hitting a body slam. He goes for a sleeper hold, but Tang makes it to his feet and grabs him around the head before dropping down, hitting some sort of "Stunner chin crusher". Steven: "Owch! I think Pete might've lost a tooth or two from that move!!" Nikki: "As if he didn't look ugly enough before." Tang pulls Pete up and elbows him in the face. He then throws him in the ropes and catches him on the way back with a neckbreaker. With Pete grounded, Tang follows with a forearm drop. With Pete rolling around in pain, Tang handsprings to his feet and taunts the crowd. Pete staggers to his feet and hits Tang from behind with an elbow shot. He hits a few more and runs to the ropes, then hits Tang with a clothesline that sends him outside. Steven: "Tang's fallen to the outside! Pete's laughing at him now!" As Pete laughs, he lets his guard down, and Tang catches him by the foot and trips him to the mat, then drags him out of the ring. He throws Pete on the guard rail and hits him with a savate kick, sending him into the crowd. Pete stumbles back to his feet and heads back over the barrier, but Tang catches him with a knee to the gut and throws him back in the ring. Tang quickly follows. But as he's getting up, Pete grabs his foot and trips him into the rope. Pete then runs to the opposite ropes and tries that Steve Austin leg guillotine thingie, but Tang moves out of the way and Pete crotches himself in the middle rope. Steven: "Ooooh, looks like even IF he wins this match, he won't be in any shape to get funky with Ashley tonight!" Nikki: "That skank should consider herself lucky for that." Pete falls to the ground in pain, holding hit nutsack. Tang goes over to him and slaps on a cross-leg boston crab. Steven: "Tang with the submission! Can he win with it?" Pete screams in pain and crawls towards the ropes. But Tang quickly drags him back in the center of the ring. Steven: "Pete trying to get a rope break, but Tang'll have none of it!" Nikki: "I hope he does break out of that hold! His fat looks awful in that position!" Pete tries to crawl again, but Tang just lets go of the hold and hits an elbow drop to the back of Peter's neck. Steven: "Owch, that'll hurt in the morning!" Tang pulls Pete up and hits him with a bulldog. He pulls up Pete again, and drags him to the corner, where he bashes his head into the turnbuckles a few times before hitting him with a jawbreaker. Pete stumbles into the corner, and Tang rushes him for a clothesline, but Pete puts his foot up and Tang runs right into it. Pete then grabs the stunned Tang and hits the Fatal Sins backbreaker, and goes for the cover! 1... Tang kicks out! Steven: "It's too early, Pete! Tang's not tired yet!" Pete briefly yells at the referee, but decides to instead hit the ropes. He rebounds, stops at Tang's head, pretends to dust off his shoulders and drops his fist for the Brooklyn Shuffle... only for Tang to roll out of the way, and Pete ends up punching the canvas! Steven: "Pete missed his Brooklyn Shuffle! Too many antics before the move, I suppose." Nikki: "He's probably too fat to move any faster anyway." As Pete clutches his hand, Tang kicks him in the face and gets to his feet. He pulls Peter up, grabs his neck from behind and drops him backwards, propping his knees up. Steven: "The Cough Drop! Pete's lungs must feel like peanut butter right now!" Nikki: "If they were, he'd have probably eaten them." Tang is about to go for a pin, but Ashley jumps on the apron and calls Tang. She begins to do a hip dance to distract him, but Tang kicks her in the butt, throwing her off the apron. He then does a "stinky nose plug" gesture, to the delight of the crowd. Steven: "Nice try, Ashley, but Tang's stated numerous times that he's not attracted to you!" Nikki: "Dumb bitch!" With Tang still taunting Ashley, Pete stumbles to his feet and hits Tang with a forearm to the back. He hits a few more forearms, then turns him around and catches him in a front facelock. He looks at the crowd. Pete: "FATAL ATTRACTION! TO THE XTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!!!" Pete lifts up Tang and begins to turn, but trips on his legs and ends up falling backwards, with Tang on top of him. The ref goes for a count! 1... 2... Pete kicks out! Steven: "Pete missed his move and almost paid the price!" With Pete still down, Tang drops a knee right on his face. Pete gets up, his nose all bloody. Steven: "He's been busted open!" Fuming mad, Pete swings a punch, but Tang catches it, rolls him around and drops him with a devastating Tangifier! Steven: "Tang's hit the Tangifier! This could be it!" Nikki: "Finally!" Tang goes for the cover on Pete! 1... 2... 3!!!!! Steven: "We have a winner!" Matt: "Here is your winner, and the owner of Ashley for three months, CHRIS "THE TANG" WINTERS!!!!" Pete staggers to his feet. Realizing he's lost, he begins screaming like a madman. While Tang's hand is risen by the ref, Pete rolls out of the ring and grabs Ashley. Before anyone can realize what's going on, he runs away with Ashley, and the ref is quick to send security after them. Ref: "He's not allowed to be in contact with her anymore! Get him!" Security quickly gives chase, but Pete's already out of the ringside area... |
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| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:14 AM Post #3 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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The scene cuts to the parking lot where we see the l33t van pulling up, noticeable by the giant l33t crest on the sliding door. Ivan Rurik and James Unger, who are visible in the front seats quickly unbuckle and get into the back. Shortly there after another motor is heard and the back doors open. The l33t golf cart comes out of the back of the l33t van, with Richmond in the passenger seat, and Ivan driving. Unger hops off the back of the cart, puts the ramp back in and shuts the door. Unger turns just in time to see Richmond step on Ivan's foot, making the cart accelerate and forcing Unger to chase after them. The l33t enter the building. Steven: Wh...where's Krychek? Nikki: Or the little one for that matter. Steven: Black Mage. Nikki: Yeah, that dork. Steven: Please, they are not dorks, they are super intellegent beings! Nikki: Super intellegent? Black Mage was crying because he got kicked in the face, and Krychek was dreaming of basically a genocide on California. Steven: That's not the point, where IS Krychek and Black Mage? Nikki: Not here. Not right now at least. Steven: Either way, up next we have the Hardcore Title match, I must say, I feel rather sorry for Eros Mako. Losing his sanity, fighting in a hardcore match against a man who wants to, basically, kill Eros, AND he has to do it with Panther as the special referee. Nikki: I know, Travis. Isn’t it great! Steven: Nikki, did you just hear a word I said. Nikki: I know, Travis. Isn’t it GREAT!! *”Master of the Puppets” by Metallica hits over the PA system. AJ and Panther walk out from the back. AJ looks pissed, unshaven, determined, battered, beaten, focused, and downright evil. Panther has a grin. A rather EVIL grin.* Gooding: And now, making their way to the ring. First, from Louisville, Kentucky. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the special guest referee for this match. One third of the Puppet Masters…..PANTHER!!! *Panther throws his arms in the air, which is met with a chorus of boos. Panther just flips them off and keeps walking.* Gooding: And now, the challenger. From St. Louis, Missouri. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is one third of the Puppet Masters….AJ THE BOMB!! *Again, a chorus of boos, but AJ doesn’t seem to notice. He just walks to down to the ring, staring at the ring, the thoughts running through his head clear in his burning eyes.* Steven: AJ is frighteningly focused tonight. I am really worried about what is going to happen. Nikki: Midget’s gonna die. Isn’t that obvious? *Upon reaching the ring apron, AJ rolls underneath the bottom rope into the ring. He then walks to the opposite ropes and begins to shake the top ropes violently, screaming into the air like a mad man. Panther just watches, laughing to himself.* Steven: Poor, poor…poor Eros. Nikki: Midget’s gonna die! Midget’s gonna die! Die you sad, emo fuck! *”Master of the Puppets dies away as “I’ll” by Dir En Grey kicks up. Eros walks out from the back. Eros also looks very rough, still showing signs of the fights he and AJ had previously. It appears that both men have lost sleep and showers over this match. Eros walks down to the ring, cold staring AJ down. AJ, however, doesn’t want to wait. Before Matt Gooding can announce Eros, AJ gets out of the ring and charges as Panther signals for the bell.* Steven: And this match is off. Oh, I don’t think I can watch. Nikki: KILL! KILL! KILL!! *Eros and AJ meet at the bottom of the entrance ramp, and they instantly start trading punches. There doesn’t seem to be a style of fighting here. It’s just too men who HATE each other, pounding the hell out of each other, neither man giving an inch to the other. However, after a few moments of the exchange, AJ gets the upper hand, using his size advantage to his…..advantage. AJ manages to land a well placed uppercut, rocking Eros backwards, Eros catching his balance on the guard rails. AJ stalks forward to deal out more punishment, but Eros lashes out with his own series of attacks. Eros goes for what he knows. He immediately starts pounding the sides of AJ with low roundhouse kicks, slamming the ribs of AJ with kick after kick. After AJ has been tenderized, Eros launches with a straight punch right into AJ’s chest. AJ stumbles backwards, clutching his chest and catching his breath. Eros now stalks forward, slamming AJ in the stomach with kicks. AJ, however, manages to catch Eros’s foot. He pulls Eros in and wraps his arms around Eros’s wait, falling backwards and throwing Eros OVER the guardrail with an overhead Belly to Belly suplex!* Steven: This match not taking very long to get exciting. AJ and Eros HATE each other, and they seem to be doing anything they can to hurt each other! *The fans get out of the way as AJ gets back to his feet and crawls over the guard rail. He picks up the tiny hardcore champion, who is STILL wearing the belt, and tosses him back OVER the guard rail. He then grabs a steel chair a fan was sitting in and climbs back over the guard rail himself. As Eros fights back to his feet on his hands and knees, AJ nails Eros over the back with the steel chair. Eros collapses to the ground and rolls onto his stomach. AJ takes advantage, putting a few stops to the hardcore belt, slamming the metal into the stomach and groin area of Eros Mako. AJ then plants the chair in the same location, a sickening “THUD!” echoing throughout the arena. Eros tries to fidget with the belt, but AJ beats him to it. He lifts Eros up BY the hardcore title, Eros’s stomach pressing hard against the metal, the blood flowing to Eros’ face. AJ screams at Eros, telling him to fight back. AJ gets his wish, as Eros launches a backhand shot to the stomach of AJ. And another. And another! AJ finally drops the title and the chair and clutches his stomach. Eros lands on this hands and knees, jumping to his feet quickly and ripping the title off. He is going to throw it to the ground, but as he sees AJ grab for the steel chair, he gets another idea. He launches the title, and it collides directly with AJ’s SKULL! The crowd erupts!* Nikki: Wow. I will admit, that was some pretty clever thinking by the midget. Steven: Eros improvises and quite possibly changes the direction of this match. What is AJ going to do now? *AJ answers this by clutching his head and rolling on the ground. He eventually gets to a sitting position, but this proves to be a bad idea. Eros follows with a few swifts kicks to the back of AJ before grabbing hold of AJ’s head and flipping over, whiplashing AJ’s neck forward. AJ bounces backwards and hits his head on the steel of the entrance ramp. Eros again follows up, grabbing hold of AJ and lifting him to his feet. He kneels AJ over in a grappling position and begins to bring his knees up, slamming AJ in the chest and face with knee strike after knee strike. He then pushes AJ back and leaps into the air, following up with a leaping side kick that knocks AJ flat!* Steven: If I’m correct, Eros has drawn first blood. Not a lot, but it looks like AJ’s mouth is bleeding slightly. Nikki: Now that AJ can taste his own blood, he’ll get his act together and kick Eros’s ass! *AJ clutches his mouth and gets to his feet. Eros spins him around, but AJ was playing possum. Upon being spun around, AJ uses the momentum to slam Eros with a haymaker punch, knocking Eros flat from the suddenness of the attack. AJ then drops an elbow, using his bodyweight to crush the much smaller Eros Mako. AJ then grabs the head of Eros Mako and begins to pound Eros’s head with his fists, beating Eros senseless with punch after punch. Once AJ feels Eros is sufficiently beaten, AJ lifts Eros to his feet and Irish whips Eros HARD into the guard rails. Eros almost flips back over the guard rails, but manages to stay on the entrance ramp. AJ runs forward, driving a knee into Eros’s back, sandwiching Eros between the guard rail and AJ’s knee. Eros slumps down, resting his head on the guard rail. This proves to be a bad idea, as AJ backs up and runs forward again, this sandwiching Eros’s head between his knee and the guard rail. AJ then motions to Panther to get something out from under the ring, which Panther quickly obliges. To keep Eros down, AJ begins to stomp on the beaten Eros Mako. After a few moments of searching Panther pulls from under the ring a large pane of glass. AJ smiles a cruel and sick smile as he takes the pane of glass from Panther and places it on the guard rail opposite Eros. Panther laughs a sick laugh as he gets back in the ring. AJ tries to rest the pane on the guard rail, but it keeps slipping. Finally, he manages to get the pane of glass to stay, but upon turning around to get Eros, he finds the fallen hardcore champion to be not so fallen. Eros belts AJ with a HUGE sidekick to the chest. Sending AJ stumbling backwards into his own pane of glass. The glass shakes and cracks, but it does not break. Eros looks at AJ, resting against the pane and gets a sick look in his eyes. He backs up, runs forward, and leaps, flying knees first into…..a solid glass pane! AJ moved at the last second! Eros goes crashing through the glass pane and into the guard rail!* Steven: If AJ can capitalize, this match might be over! Nikki: What do you mean “might”? This match is over! Eros can’t survive a bump like that! *Eros clutches his knee and rolls around on the ground, which seems to make the situation worse, as the ground is now covered in broken glass. AJ takes a moment to catch his breath before going to the ring to find a weapon of some sort. He finds one that seems to suit him. A shovel!* Steven: Oh no. We’ve seen AJ do some pretty wicked stuff with that shovel! Don’t do it AJ! Just end the match! Nikki: Oh, he’s going to end the match, Steven. The match…And Eros’s career! *As Eros fights his way back to his feet, using the guard rail for support, AJ comes at him with the shovel, driving the shovel into the back of Eros. Eros screams out in pain as AJ hits him again. Eros screams out again, still holding onto the railing. AJ sees him holding onto the railing, so he raises his shovel and brings it down on the fingers of Eros Mako, sandwiching Eros’ hand between the rail and the shovel. Eros cries out in pain, releasing the rail and falling back into the glass, clutching his hand in agony. AJ grabs hold of Eros hair and drags him to the ropes, trying to send him underneath the ropes so that he can finish him off. However, Eros shows signs of life. Eros fights back, launching stiff elbows into the sternum of AJ. After five shots, AJ back off. He swings at Eros with the shovel, but Eros ducks and pushes AJ in the same direction of his spin, causing AJ’s shovel to collide with the ring post. The severe vibration in the shovel causes AJ to drop the shovel. Eros takes advantage, leaping onto the apron and then jumping off, spinning in mid-air and catching a turning AJ in the face with a leaping, spinning half crescent kick to the face!* Steven: What a counter by Eros! Nikki: Damn it, AJ. Get your head in the game! *AJ falls flat on his back, arms spread out, staring up at the sky with shock in his eyes. Eros clutches his leg, pulling a glass shard out of his knee. Panther gets out of the ring and begins to help AJ up. They both then dig under the ring and come out with….a table! While AJ sets up the table, Panther begins to dig again, this time coming out with a bag. He opens the bag and brings out a hand full of thumb tacks! After AJ sets up the table, Panther pours the bag over the table. AJ and Panther then both begin to stomp down on Eros, just to soften him up.* Steven: Oh, come on! This is a handi-cap match! Nikki: Bros before hoes, Steven. Steven: How does that statement apply to this match, Nikki? *After a good beating, AJ picks Eros up with the help of Panther. The two then help lift Eros OVER AJ’s head. AJ gets a sick grin on his face. He takes a couple of step forwards, laughs, and military press slams Eros through the thumb tack table!! AJ goes for the cover. *1.2.KICKOUT!* Nikki: How did Eros kickout!? Steven: Especially with such a fast count? *AJ looks a little surprised, but he doesn’t care. AJ and Panther pick Eros back up and double Irish Whip him hard into the guard rails! Eros goes tumbling over, slamming into the empty steel chairs that had been vacated by the frightened crowd. Panther and AJ both leap over the guardrail, grab Eros, lift him up, and drop him, stomach first, onto the guardrails! Eros gasp for breath, but he isn’t allowed, as AJ lifts his leg over the guard rail and Eros and plants himself on top of Eros, sitting on Eros’ back, pressing Eros’ stomach further into the rail. Panther slaps Eros and tells him to tap out, but Eros refuses. Finally, AJ gets off and pushes Eros back onto the entrance ramp. Panther gives AJ and boosts to jump over the rail and land a foot stomp onto the back of Eros. Panther then climbs over, making sure to step on Eros as much as is possible and necessary.* Steven: COME ON! This just isn’t right. How can Eros survive a match against two men when there are NO RULES! Nikki: That’s the point, Travis. He can’t! *Eros rolls on the ground, clutching his stomach, but he isn’t given the time to regain any strength. Panther and AJ lift him back up and just toss him up the entrance ramp. Eros slides a bit on the steel. AJ and Panther do this again, getting Eros all the way up to the the entrance. Panther then lifts Eros up and locks up his arms, allowing AJ to slam Eros with punches to the stomach, chest, and head. Afterwards, Panther just tosses Eros into the entrance walls. Eros slides down, only to have his head booted by AJ into the wall some more. Eros seems completely lifeless, so AJ goes for the pin.* *1..2..AJ lifts Eros’ shoulders off the mat, smiling sadistically.* Steven: This is just sick. AJ is just having fun now! *AJ and Panther lift the tiny champ up to his feet and toss him through the curtains backstage. A loud thud can be heard from behind the entrance curtains. As the camera follows AJ and Panther, we see Eros, who apparently collided with a mop bucket. Eros lays in a pool of dirty mop water and his own blood that is pouring from his body and head. AJ and Panther begin to stomp on Eros. They then lift Eros back to his feet, lift him up and launch him into a table covered in wires, TVs, and sound equipment. Sparks fly as the table, spilling Eros and the various equipment all around!* Nikki: What’s that, Travis? That spill took out your mic. Oh, thank god. This is a dream come true! *AJ and Panther again lift up Eros. Panther holds Eros while AJ smashes an already broken monitor into the already bloodied head of Eros. Panther legs go, and Eros crashes into a pile of broken glass, shattered monitors, and broken sound equipment. All the glass lacerates Eros’s skin, but he barely seems to notice at this point. AJ grabs Eros by the hair and just begins to drag him to the back. Eros is a mess of ripped clothing and blood. Panther follows behind, yelling at Eros. Eros is totally lifeless at this point. Upon reaching the back, AJ eyes a little snack bar set up for the AWL crew. AJ yells at the people around it to move, which they do…..rather quickly. AJ lifts Eros to his feet and walks him over to the table. He then grabs Eros by the hair, screams “Snack time!”, and slams Eros’ face into a plate of muffins. He rubs Eros into the muffins, smothering Eros in blueberry and chocolate chip demise. He finally lifts Eros from the muffins of doom, allowing Eros to catch his breath. This is short lived, as he takes a coffee pot with hot coffee in it and smashes it over Eros’ head! Hot coffee and glass shards cover Eros’ head!* Steven: O…….god……th……t…..ow! Nikki: Ah, if only we had more technical difficulties. *Eros lies on the ground, not twitching, blood dripping from his body and head. AJ looks down at the fallen hardcore champ and laughs. Panther stands in the background, smiling smugly. AJ looks back at Panther and shrugs. He then goes for the pin.* 1..2..3-KICKOUT!! *AJ is now furious. He grabs Eros’ head and just beats him with straight punches to the face. He then grabs the gash in Eros’ head and begins to pry it open, the blood pouring as Eros cries out in pain. AJ again goes for the pin.* 1..2..3-KICKOUT!! *AJ gets to his feet, yelling at Panther to count faster. He then turns around to pin again, and gets a fist to his crotch for the troubles. Eros begins to get to his feet, but only manages to get to his knees. He begins to swing wildly, rocking AJ in the head with lefts and rights. He slowly gets faster as he moves his fist. Eventually, he fights to his feet, controlling his fist a little more, knocking AJ against a wall. He follows up with straight knee shots to the stomach of AJ. Eros goes crazy, screaming as he drives knee after knee into AJ’s stomach. Panther looks to get involved, but Eros sees him coming. He let’s go of AJ and screams at Panther, who backs up. Eros then goes back to AJ with the knees. AJ begins to actually cough up some blood from the series of shots from Eros’s knees. After AJ is sufficiently beaten with the knees, Eros begins a series of straight punches to AJ’s face. AJ’s nose begins to bleed as Eros pounds his fists into AJ’s face. After this assault, he backs up, grabs his wrist, and starts screaming!* Steven: Kur…ka! Nikki: Damn, the voice is returning. *Eros runs forward, still clutching his wrist. However, before he can slam AJ with the Kuroraka, Panther pushes AJ out of the way, and Eros hands meets plaster! His hand punches a dent in the wall, and Eros jumps about three feet back, hitting the ground and clutching his hand!* Steven: ANOTHER…..FROM……THER!!! Nikki: Ther? *AJ looks a little shocked and even more pissed. He begins to boot Eros’ head into the cement before grabbing his hurt hand, squeezing it tightly, and pulling further into the back. He stops when he sees an aluminum trash can, which he uses to beat Eros down a little bit more. Five trash can shots later, AJ is pulling Eros down the hall again. Eventually, AJ comes to a nice open area that he finds fitting for his evil intentions. He opens up a janitor’s closet and tells Panther to find something. Meanwhile, AJ begins to set up two tables side by side.* Steven: How many..bles do we h.ve here? Nikki: A lot, apparently. *AJ goes over to the snack tables, finding glass bowls, forks, and various other nasty sharp things to put on the table. He begins to shatter plates and anything glass over the table, spreading the glass out nice and even. He then litters it with the forks, just for good effect. Panther comes out with a chemical on it that has a sign on it that says “flammable”. Panther then shows in his other hand he has a lighter!* Steven: No…not this. Nikki: BURN HIM! BURN THE MIDGET!! *Panther throws the bottle to AJ. AJ begins to pour the chemical all over the table. After the table is covered to AJ’s satisfaction, Panther lights the lighter and drops it. The tables and catch fire, creating a burning device of solid wood, broken glass, and sharp, protruding objects.* Steven: Come on, Eros! Get up! Nikki: That kid is going to get killed…….THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!! *Panther lifts Eros up and shoves him down into position. AJ grabs hold and gets ready for the AJ Bomb, but it is stopped short by a chair shot…FROM ASH KOOPA!!!* Steven: THE KOOPAMANIAC!! Ash just saved Eros!! Nikki: Damn you Koopa! *Ash Koopa is in the back, chair in hand. He then nails Panther over the head, just for good measure! The fans are going wild as Koopa holds the chair high, AJ and Panther rubbing their heads. AJ’s head is now bleeding rather badly. Koopa drops the chair and looks at the tiny hardcore hero, Eros Mako. He helps Eros to his feet, and they shake hands(using Eros’s good hand) for a moment. Through the blood and pain, Eros smiles at Koopa. Ash smiles at Eros.* Steven: Finally. Some sportsmanship. Nikki: Ugh. I hate this shit. *Eros turns as if he is going to go finish off AJ, but Ash won’t let go. As Eros turns, he sees a different look. A smile is still on Koopa’s face, but a different smile. A demonic one. Ash kicks Eros in the stomach and positions. He lifts into a stalled vertical suplex and back towards the death trap set up by the Puppet Masters.* Steven: No…oh no! Nikki: YES!! *The crowd boos loudly, but Ash can’t hear them in the back. All he can think of is what this will do to the tiny hardcore champion. Without further thought, he falls backwards, suplexing Eros through the burning tables!!!* Steven: OH MY GOD! Nikki: THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! *Ash gets to his feet, surveying the damage. Eros is now practically dead. Ash grabs Eros’ hurt hand drags him over to AJ. He then lifts AJ’s arms and slumps it over the hardcore champion. Ash then grabs Panther and slaps him, waking him up. Before Panther can respond, Ash points at Eros and AJ. Panther smiles and counts.* 1… Steven: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!! 2… Nikki: NEW CHAMPION!! 3!! Steven: GOD DAMNIT!! Winner and NEW Hardcore Champion: AJ the Bomb *Ash Koopa laughs to himself and walks off. Panther helps AJ up as a staff of paramedics and trainers rush in, putting Eros Mako on a stretcher. They then help AJ into the back to be looked.* |
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| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:16 AM Post #4 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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The scene cuts back out to the parking lot as we see a Meyer Manx dune buggy pull into the parking lot, being jet black. As the buggy pulls closer to the arena, we notice that Krychek is driving with Black Mage in the passenger seat. On the hood of it is the smokebox design that's always on the back of Krychek's shirt. Krychek parks, the car and the remaining l33t members step out of the vehical. Krychek and BM both grab a duffle bag, and a brief case made for lap tops. The duo walk into the arena. Steven: Well there they are. Why AREN'T they arriving with Richmond? Nikki: Obviously because of Richmond's rants. I mean, he accused Krychek of deliberatly losing the match, after Richmond hit him in the face with a championship belt. He superkicked Black Mage when he was trying to correct Richmond. Steven: So?! Nikki: It's obvious, the l33t are falling apart at their seams, and all members are going to be casualties of the war. Steven: This is a black day for wrestling... Nikki: It was a black day for wrestling when those guys joined the business. Steven: Either way, the entire l33t stable is in the building, and Krychek's driving a sweet new car... Nikki: It's a dune buggy. Steven: L33T BUGGY! Nikki: God you're a sheep. Steven: You're not Krychek, you can't call me his pet name! We then cut back to the arena as "King Nothing" by Metallica plays on the pa system. Mike Stryker and Travis Bane step out from the back. The duo simply walk to the ring and up the steps. Matt: The following match is schedualed as a thirty minute iron man match, and it is for the Tag Team Championships of the World. Introducing first, the challengers, Mike Stryker, and Travis Bane! "World Wide Suicide" by Pearl Jam starts playing as the lights in the arena cut low and a slight rock style laser light show starts to shoot through the arena. Then a light shines on the entrance as out comes Jessica Summers wither her normal hip swaying walk much to the enjoyment of the male fans. When she makes it half way down the ramp she turns and points to the entrance as the main cords of the son are struck, we see two figures in shadow due to the light blaring behind them. Daye and Night raise the opposite hands into the air as the lights come on. The two men make their way down the ramp stopping here and there to give their fans a high five, obviously Sammy more so then Joe. When the reach the bottom of the ramp Sammy and Joe take separate rig stairs up into the ring the two of them sitting on the rope to help Jessica in. Joe then goes and sits in a corner as Sammy hops to the three remaining turnbuckles throwing his hand up in the Rocker symbol. Matt: And their opponents, they are the World Tag Team Champions, Joe Daye, Sexy Sammy Night, Daye And Night! The bell rings, and Joe Daye and Travis Bane begin circling the center of the ring. They go to lock up, but Bane quickly grabs Daye's arm and goes behind in a hammer lock. Daye looks behind him and squares Bane up, and tries a back elbow, but Bane releases the hammer lock, ducks the elbow, and applies a northern lights. Bane tosses Daye over head with a release northern lights suplex. Bane quickly covers. 1...2...kick out. Bane grabs Daye's hand, gets up and pulls Daye up. Bane clotheslines Daye down, and using the arm he's holding he yanks Daye back to his feet. Bane grabs Daye by the neck, pulls him over to the corner with Stryker and tosses him into it. Bane knees Daye in the stomach, and tags in Stryker. Bane leads Daye to a set of ropes and whips him across the ring as Stryker steps in. Bane heaves Daye up and slams him with a powerslam. Stryker quickly follows this up with a Ric Flair style rolling knee drop. Stryker covers as Bane gets onto the apron. Stryker gets to his feet and pulls Daye with him. Stryker brings Daye to a corner and pushes him in. Stryker lands various punches and elbows to Daye before irish whipping him out of the corner. Daye hits the opposite corner with enough force to drive him into the mat face first after hitting. Stryker runs up to Daye as he's holding himself up with one arm, and using the other to feel his back. Stryker kicks Daye in the face, rolling him over. Stryker grabs Daye's arm and pulls him into the middle of the ring. Stryker covers. 1...2...kick out. Stryker grabs Daye's head and begins pulling him up. Stryker gets Daye to his knees, and Daye bats Stryker's hands away, and unleashes a series of punches to his stomach, before finishing with an uppercut. Daye quickly crawls beneath his legs, heading for Sammy Night. Stryker regains himself in enough time to spin around, charge, and level Sammy Night with an elbow, dropping him off the apron. Steven: Take that! Nikki: Stryker's not the good guy. Steven: Oh...you jackass. Daye arrives at the corner to see no Sammy, and to get a knee to the side of the head. Stryker grabs Daye by his pony tail, and leads him across the ring towards Bane. At this point, Night slides into the ring and tries running over to them, but the referee cuts Night off and complains to him. Bane seizes the chance, drops off the apron, goes under the ring and grabs the billy club again. Bane grins as he rolls into the ring and gets up. Stryker holds Daye and Bane hits Daye in the stomach with it. Bane lands a few more shots around Daye's body before finishing the assault off with a stiff club to the back of the head. Bane tosses the club out of the ring and steps back onto the apron. Night gets back on the apron, and watches in horror as Daye slumps over. Stryker grins, and drops to his knees, staring right at Night as he covers. 1...2...3! Nikki: First fall! Stryker gets off Daye and Daye groggily lifts his head up, trying to kick out, even if he's late. Stryker grabs Daye by the head and pulls him to his feet. Stryker grins while watching Sammy, as he casually tags in Bane. Bane steps in and takes Daye from Stryker. Stryker gets onto the apron as Bane applies a butterfly lock. Bane grins at Night and hits a double arm suplex, hanging onto the butterfly lock, and rolling over head to his feet. Bane pulls himself to his feet, bringing Daye with him, and then drops with a double arm ddt. Bane gets them to their feet again, and straddles Daye's head. Bane heaves Daye up, and not out of desperation. Not out of need. Not out of anything but fun, Bane uses his signature finisher of the Blackpool Bomb. Bane holds for a cover. 1...2...Night dropkicks Bane off of Daye. Night gets back to the apron and calls for Daye, who is completely out of it. Bane gets to his feet and grabs Daye's head. Bane pulls Daye to his knees and slaps Daye. Bane berates Daye verbally, and Daye grabs Bane's tights. Daye swings with his right hand, but Bane catches the weakly swung arm, and kicks Daye in the chest. Bane pulls him to his feet, and tosses him into a corner. Bane proceeds to knee Daye in the stomach a few times before pulling Daye out of the corner, into a bear hug, and away with a belly to belly suplex. Daye slumps over in the middle of the ring and Bane quickly covers. 1...2...Night stops it with a running double axe handle. Night quickly gets back to the apron. Bane, begins to lose his cool because of this, and grabs Daye's head. Bane pulls him up and whips him at a corner. Daye hits and cringes. Bane charges at Daye, and Daye gets his feet up into Bane's face. Daye heaves himself up onto the second rope, his eyes half open, and mouth parted purely because he doesn't have the mental ability at this point to close his mouth and open his eyes. Bane staggers back in, Daye front facelocks him, grabs his tights, and with what little strength he has at this point, heaves Bane up, and lunges forward and off the corner with a Negative Creep ddt. Steven: I am creeped out! Nikki: So is Bane. Daye, can't capitalize, and can't go for Night. Bane and Daye lay for several seconds before both begin to stir. Bane is already reaching for the middle rope as Daye is proped up on his elbows. Night runs down the apron, grabs an arm of Daye, and drags him to the corner. Night grabs the tag rope, then tags himself in. The crowd cheers as Bane arrives on his feet and Night hops over the top rope, full of energy. Night quickly drops Bane with a punch, and greets the oncoming Stryker with a punch as well. Robert Gibson...I mean, Sammy Night, then greets Bane with another punch as he got back to his feet. Stryker is back to his feet now as well, and Night dropkicks him, sending Stryker back to the mat. Night walks over to Stryker, and pulls him up. Night grabs his head and chucks him over the ropes, before getting double axe handled from behind by Bane, who looks slightly woozey from the sudden movements and the Negative Creep earlier. Bane lands a few more before Night elbows him in the stomach and whips him to the ropes. Bane comes back, Night heaves him up and slams him to the mat with a flap jack. Night gets up and walks over to a corner. Night climbs up and grins. The crowd cheers as Night's up top. Night grins and nods before flying off with the Chart Topper. Night covers. 1...2...3! Steven: Flips, twists, I haven't seen so many twists in one show since WCW. Nikki: ZING! Daye is kneeling on the apron now, leaning against the ropes. Stryker gets back to the apron, feeling his back from where he hit the floor. Night stands up, and lands a standing frog splash onto Bane, and covers again. 1...2...Stryker cuts him off with a stomp to the back of the head. Night gets up and pulls Bane to his feet. Night bends him over and straddles his head. Night grabs his waist and heaves him up for the Hard Days Night, but is poked in the eye, resulting in Night bending over, and Bane straddling Night's head. Bane heaves Night up in a powerbomb, charges at the Bane/Stryker corner and tosses Night into the corner. Bane sways a bit before tagging Stryker, and falling over. Bane rolls onto the apron as Stryker gets into the ring. Stryker lands a few quick kicks to the chest of Sammy. Stryker pulls Sammy away from the corner and lands a few punches, staggering Sammy. Stryker whips Night to the ropes. Night comes back, Stryker tries a side walk slam, but Sammy wraps around his arm, landing behind him, and latching on a headlock, bending him over backwards. Sammy twists to the side, spinning Stryker a few times, going for the Lithium, but in mid second twist, Stryker snaps backwards, snap suplexing Night. Stryker covers. 1...2...kick out. Stryker gets up and pulls Night with him. Stryker whips him at a corner and charges at him. Night grabs the top rope and heaves his legs into the air, doing a hand stand. Stryker hits the ropes and stumbles out as Night swings his legs back to the mat, then springs up onto the second rope and flies backwards for an elbow. Stryker catches him, however, and guides him over into a german suplex bridge. 1...2...kick out. Nikki: That is NOT what Night had intended. Both men quickly get to their feet as Daye is cautiously standing now. Stryker and Night exchange various punches and chops before Night begins gaining the advantage and kicks Stryker in the stomach. Night quickly lands the Clash. Night covers. 1...2...Bane kicks Night. Bane gets back on the apron and Night pulls Stryker back to his feet. Night applies a sleeper hold, and gets Stryker to begin flailing around, aiming for the ropes. Stryker soon finds his shoulder to Night and lands a few elbows before running to the ropes. Night cuts him off with a dropkick. Night gets up, charges at the ropes, leaps onto the top rope and lunges back with a springboard moonsault, crashing down onto Stryker's knees. Night bounces to his feet, and holds his stomach, as Stryker reaches up and low blows Night, and then covers it with a fireman's carry. The referee, suspicious, checks on Night as he's holding his groin more than his back. Daye sneaks into the ring and drops Stryker with a ddt before rolling out. Bane, pissed off, drops off the apron as Night crawls on top of Stryker. 1...2...3! Bane grabs the billy club and heads over to Daye while the referee continues checking on Night. Bane whips Daye around and clubs him with the...club. Night crawls over to the ropes and grabs Bane's hair. Bane slugs Night in the side of the face, and drops to the floor, chucking the club under the ring as he does so. Stryker reaches for Night and pulls him into a school boy. 1...2...ding ding ding. Nikki: The timer ran out, they didn't get that pinfall! Steven: LOSERS! |
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| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:22 AM Post #5 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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The scene opens up with William Reign sitting on his desk. We are to assume that his chair is broken. Because he's not sitting in it. Reign stares at the camera. Reign: Ladies and gentleman, I have a brief announcement, regarding an earlier incident. It seems Peter Gilmour prefers to put it all on the line, but not live up to his contractual obligations. As such, since Peter Gilmour and Ashley uh...Ashley, fled the building earlier, I am here by nulling and voiding the contract they signed to AWL, and therefor, they are no longer members of the roster. Thank you, continue with the show. The scene fades back to the arena as suddenly the lights in the arena go out. The entrance area begins to emanate orange smoke and a orange strobe light as the opening guitar instrumental of "Sanitarium" by Metallica. As the music builds up to its crescendo, the strobe light gets quicker like the last seconds of a timer and Ripped staggers out on the ramp with his head looking up to the heavens and his hands clenched in fists. Large pyros go off on both sides of Ripped, the lights come back on, and he slowly but steadily makes his way to the ring, never taking his eye off of what is ahead... Steven Travis: And here comes Ripped now, Nikki, and he looks all business here tonight. Nikki Cooley: Well it seems that the fans here are excited to be here Stevie. Its damn near deafening in here, listen to all those mixed reactions. Nikki was right, fans didn’t know to cheer Ripped or to Boo him, he staggers down the runway trying not to put any pressure on his leg, Steven Travis: I’ve just been given a note regarding Ripped here tonight, it seems that he is going to be at a major disadvantage here tonight. Apparently the other night he damaged his leg during a match in our Sister Federation, the EPP. Nikki Cooley: He needs a wooden leg with a kickstand! Steven Travis: Nikki! Nikki Cooley: What? The camera cuts to a random fan sitting in the front row. The fan, who appears to be well over 6 feet tall, is wearing a Ripped t-shirt, and is decked out with Anarchic Check and Stitch clothing as he holds up a huge sign that reads "You’re at Wit’s End!" The fan sees the camera and holds up his finger as he wildly signals that Ripped is #1!! Nikki Cooley: Hmmph... It seems that Ripped' #1 fan is here tonight. As that guy is just going nuts right now.... Steven Travis: This just goes to show that no matter how you act towards people in this business, be it with respect, or coming off as just plain snotty… Steve takes a second to look over and stare at Nikki… Steven Travis: … That these fans, regardless as to how you treat them, there are still one or two out there that remain loyal. These fans are just happy to see on of their favorite superstars... As Ripped enters the ring the music over the PA changes too "Hey Now" by Tantric. The lights remain low while a red, yellow, and blue light show begins at the entrance way. Smoke rises from the floor and Greg Cherry steps out from behind the curtain and walks through the smoke as he then heads to the ring. Nikki Cooley: Greg appears to be is pure business here, Stevie... As we've seen on AWL television for the past couple weeks, Ripped has been turning sour towards random people. Greg here promises that he's going to take out his anger against Ripped tonight with sheer violence, as sort of “Avenging” his fallen comrades. And with Ripped’s leg the way it is, I can almost bet on Greg Cherry becoming the new Diamond Champion... Steven Travis: Oh yes, that’s right folks; one of these 2 men will become the new AWL Diamond Champion here tonight. We'll see how Ripped responds with his bum leg, Nikki, as there is the sound of the bell and this match is officially underway... Greg quickly slides into the ring and charges towards Ripped, ducking under Ripped's clothesline attempt, before quickly turning and driving a stiff forearm right into the back of Ripped's head. Before Ripped has time to react Greg reaches out, grabs Ripped by the hair, and wildly yanks Ripped' head back forcing Ripped to fall to the mat. The referee tries to warn Greg for his actions, yet he ignores the referee and quickly drives down a elbow drop down into Ripped's chest.... Nikki Cooley: Greg is full of fire here as he is unleashing a series of stiff punches into Ripped' head! Steven Travis: He's not finished there though. Greg is pulling Ripped to his feet and is whipping Ripped towards the far corner! Ripped hits the corner hard yet manages to pull his good leg up at the last second and drive his foot into the face of the charging Greg Cherry!!! Nikki Cooley: Oooh! What a shot!! I wouldn't be surprised if Greg has a few teeth knocked loose after that shot!! Steven Travis: Ripped is hopping on one foot out of the corner as Greg is stumbling away before Ripped takes Greg down with a stiff clothesline to the back of the neck!! Ripped is pulling Greg to his feet before dragging him over towards the near corner and rams him face first into the top turnbuckle. Greg nearly falls to one knee, yet Ripped pulls him back to his feet, and rams him face first into the turnbuckle pad for a 2nd time. Ripped then grabs onto Greg from behind and hits a sloppy botched German Suplex! Steven Travis: What a suplex!! Ripped nearly drilled Greg out of his boots with that suplex!! Nikki Cooley: And he was only using one leg! Ripped is now rushing into the near ropes, rebounds off them, while then hitting a stiff sliding baseball slide dropkick with his good leg right into Greg's skull. Ripped is going for the pin... 1... Greg kicks out. Yet Ripped quickly gets to one knee, drives down a few punches into Greg's temple, before pulling him to his feet. Ripped attempts to whip Greg to the far ropes, yet he manages to reverse the momentum, and sends Ripped crashing into the ropes instead. Once Ripped rebounds off the rope he flips in the air after Greg drives a stiff knee into Ripped's gut, before Ripped crash lands on the mat. Steven Travis: And it appears that the momentum has returned to Greg's favor! Nikki Cooley: And Greg is taking full advantage of that as he is now tossing Ripped out of the ring. Greg's intent on taking his violence outside of the ring!! The fans cheer as Greg tosses Ripped out of the ring and follows him to the outside. Greg pays little attenion to the fans though as he drives a kick into Ripped' nose. Ripped cries out in pain as he rolls away, yet Greg is hot on his tail, as he pulls Ripped to his feet. Greg then drives Ripped back first into the near guardrail. Ripped screams out in pain before Greg follows up with a stiff knife-edge chop, followed by a stiff rake to the eyes!! With Ripped firm in his grip, Greg drags Ripped over towards the ring steps and rams him face first into the steel! Ripped cries out in pain before falling to his knee. Greg doesn't let up on his attack though as he pulls Ripped back to his feet and whips him towards the far ring steps HARD!! The arena lets out huge OHHH towards Greg, as the referee steps out of the ring, and screams for the Greg to take this fight back into the ring. Greg glares at the referee but does end up doing as he is told, as Greg picks up Ripped, and rolls him into the ring. Greg slides in after Ripped and makes the pin... 1... 2... No! Ripped manages to kick out in time! Greg is stunned for a breif moment before grabbing onto Ripped' head and drives down several stiff punches. Greg pulls Ripped to his feet before then hitting a picture perfect T-Bone suplex. Greg then rushes into the near ropes, rebounds off them, and drives a stiff knee lift into the slowly rising Ripped. Greg goes for another pin... 1... 2... No!! Ripped kicks out again. The fans are going nuts for this match. The camera cuts back to the ring where we see Greg pulling Ripped to his feet. Greg pushes Ripped backwards into the near ropes and pins him there. Greg fires off a string of strong elbows into Ripped' temple before then whipping Ripped into the far ropes. Yet once nearing the ropes Ripped leaps onto the 2nd rope with his good leg, springboards himself backwards, and drives a stiff flying elbow right into Greg's nose!! Steven Travis: And Greg falls like a sack of potatoes!! Nikki Cooley: No, no, no.... Get up Greg! Don't let that fairy get the better of you like that!! The fans cheer and boo wildly as Ripped gets to his feet, the mixed reaction becoming more and more dominant now. Ripped struggles to shake free the forming cobwebs that he had before looking down at his opponent, he hobbles around on his good leg, using the ropes for support. Greg struggles to get to his feet as Ripped quickly rushes into the adjacent far ropes! As soon as Ripped rebounds he takes Greg down with a stiff flying clothesline!! Ripped quickly gets to his feet and follows up with a Neck Cracker!! Ripped goes for the pin... 1... 2.. No! Greg manages to kick out again!! Ripped quickly gets to his feet before firing a stiff kick into Greg's ribs, Ripped grabs at his bad leg and winces in pain as he fired that kick out of instinct. Greg falls to the mat in a heap coughing, and groaning, as he cluthces at his ribs. Ripped pushes through the pain in his leg and again rushes into the near ropes, before rebounding off, and hitting the Last Image over Greg's ribs! Greg screams out in pain as Ripped then heads over towards the far corner!! Steven Travis: What's this..?!! Ripped is going to the top rope!! Nikki Cooley: Holy....!!! Ripped just leapt off the top rope and connected with the Nirvana!!! That fruitcake is now going for the pin!! The referee leaps into position to make the pin... 1... 2... Thr... No! No! Greg barely kicks out in time!! Ripped shakes his head in frustration before getting to his feet. Ripped wastes little time in pulling Greg to his feet. Yet once halfway to his feet Greg drives a stiff headbutt into Ripped' gut, followed by a stiff Europoen uppercut right under Ripped's jaw! Ripped stumbles back a step before Greg quickly gets to his feet and drives a kick right into his opponent. Ripped stumbles back, falls against the ropes, before Greg reaches out and grabs onto Ripped! Steven Travis: And Greg plants Ripped right into the mat with his trademark a CDDT!! Nikki Cooley: That's it! It has to be over!! As if hearing Nikki, Greg wastes little time in pinning Ripped. The referee leaps into position to make the pin... 1... 2... No! Ripped barely manages to kick out in time! Greg quickly gets back to his feet and drives a stiff kick down into Ripped. Steven Travis: Greg is now pulling Ripped to his feet as the angry Pennsylvanian is now signalling that its time to put Ripped away for good... Nikki Cooley: Haha!! Greg appears to be going for the Cherry Pit here!! If he hits this then thats it... You can mark this match as good and done!! Steven Travis: Wait... Ripped managed to escape though by hitting Greg with a back body drop!! Greg is crying out in pain here as both men are struggling to their feet. Greg tries to throw a punch at Ripped, but Ripped blocks it before... Nikki Cooley: Holy Hell!!!! Steven Travis: DEFIANCE!!! Ripped just hit Greg with the DEFIANCE!! Ripped quickly goes to make the pin. 1... 2... 3!!! The winner of this match by pin fall... and NEW AWL Diamond Champion, Ripped!! Ripped slowly gets to his feet and stumbles, staggering into the ropes while favoring his leg badly, as the arena is going nuts. Ripped takes a moment to look to the heavens and smile, yet the smile doesn’t look pleasant... Ripped heads towards the ring ropes, before glaring at Greg and the making the signs of the Cross. Ripped reaches down the front of his tights and produces something small and sliver, Steven Travis: What is that he’s got? Nikki Cooley: A Silver condom maybe? Steven Travis: Nikki! Shut it! Nikki Cooley: What’d I say? Ripped grips Greg Cherry by the hair and pulls him up to his knees and holds the small silver object in the air, the camera zooms in closely, Steven Travis: That’s a… That’s a Razor Blade! Ripped brings it down and slices a big gash into Greg Cherry’s forehead! Greg grabs at his face wildly and rolls out of the ring as blood starts to spurt out of his flesh. Ripped begins laughing manically as he hops out of the ring and over to the announcers table, he grabs his newly won Championship Belt and holds it in the air, adjacent to the razor blade in his other hand. Ripped throws his legs over the guard rail and soon disappears into the crowd of massive screaming fans! Steven Travis: What a match, a bit gruesome here at the end ladies and gentlemen, as we just witnessed Ripped come away with the victory in this one – but then like the past few weeks he shocks the crowd by doing something just downright horrid! But don't go anywhere folks, as our next match will be up shortly, we’ll be right back after this! |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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*The scene opens up in Mister Reign's office, where we see the GM standing behind his desk, and Eric is sitting on the floor, on a pink towel, with mud dried onto him.* Reign: Ladies and gentleman, I bring the camera into my office at this time to inform you that Eric Smiles will face Draven Hall on the next episode of Friday Night Fury. And Eric will do this for no money. None what so ever. And if Eric does not win against Draven at Fury, then Eric will not get his job back. *The camera fades after zooming into Eric Smiles face. Despite the filth and pitiful condition of Eric Smiles, he has one look in his eyes. Determination.* Steven Travis: Well here it is, Nikki, the one match several have been waiting all night for. The Semi-Main Event! As we will see the Miami Mauler Hunter Weiss, take on your boyfriend, the man on a mission, Fox Strife. This should be a classic... Nikki Cooley: Well, one sure hopes so... As these two have been at it for nearly a solid month now, both men have their own ideals about how unbeatable they are... Well, tonight, will see the immovable object face the irresistible force. One of these two men will fall, the only question is which one... The fans leap to their feet as "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit begins to blare over the PA and Fox Strife then steps out from behind the curtain. Fox’s eyes are cold, focused, and very intense. Fox pays little attention to the crowd as he makes his way down towards the ring. Once Fox slides into the ring, he slowly gets to his feet, before then turning his eyes towards the AWL Giga-Tron, pacing back and forth, waiting for the man who has single handedly wrecked his life... Steven Travis: Fox looks as focused as ever here. Fox is determined take Hunter out tonight. Nikki Cooley: That and a quarter will barely get him a newspaper around here. Determination will only get you so far, Steven... We'll soon see if my Fox has what it takes to take that coldhearted bastard down a notch, and I personally don't know if he can do it... I mean, I love my Foxy with all my heart Steve but… Weiss is… well… different… that’s all I can say… [align=center]“GOD DAMN IT BOY! GET THE MEAT!” “Get out the BIG Skillet!” “I’ll be in Hell for Breakfast!”[/align] The wild cheers then turn to massive, heated, boos as the sound of chainsaws echo over the PA as “Leatherface” by Laaz Rockit begins to blare over the crowd, and Hunter Weiss steps through the curtain with his trusty blood splattered pale green Weed Whacker strung over his shoulder. Weiss soaks in the boos for a long moment, before then letting out a disturbing laugh, before then making his way to the ring while never taking his eyes off of Fox.... Once Weiss reaches ringside, he slowly enters the ring, before flashing an arrogant smile at Fox. Weiss begins to trash talk his challenger as he removes his Weed Whacker, kisses it, before then setting it down ringside. Steven Travis: Earlier in the week, we saw Hunter with that thing and a spool of barbwire. Hunter has actually removed the hard plastic wiring from the weed whacker, and replaced it with many strands of razor sharp military grade barbwire! This self destructive bastard vows to use it on Fox tonight… may God… have mercy on his soul… Just as soon as Weiss steps through the ropes he blind sides Fox with a wild left to the jaw! The two men begin trading punches yet Hunter maintains and gets the early advantage in the slugfest, knocking Fox back into the ropes with another stiff shot to the jaw, and then clotheslines him out of the ring! Hunter follows him out there, lifts Fox up to his feet and irish whips him into the steel guardrail! Fox arches his back and Hunter bodyslams him to the floor! Hunter puts the boots to him and then lifts him to his feet, and attempts to irish whip him into the steel steps, but Fox reverses. Steven Travis: OHHHH!!! Hunter just hit the steel steps hard! This match has already turned into a FIGHT! The steps come apart, and Fox picks up the top step, and charges towards Hunter, who is picking himself up, and rams the steps right in his face! Steven Travis: My goodness! Hunter could be out of this match already, and maybe has a concussion after that vicious shot from Fox! Fox drops the steps, yet Hunter starts moving, trying to crawl to his feet. Hunter is up! Fox tosses Weiss back into the ring, and follows him in. He lifts Hunter to his feet and shoots him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a devastating clothesline! Fox lifts Weiss to his feet and plants him into the mat with a Fisherman Suplex! Hunter quickly begins to stir and crawls over to the ropes. Hunter uses the ropes to get to his feet. Fox just shakes his head and smirks in disgust, before walking over towards Hunter, only to be met with a clothesline, sending Fox down to the mat! Steven Travis: Weiss looks like he has more fight in him than that. He wants to hurt Fox tonight, and he isn’t planning on letting anything stop him! Fox quickly gets up from the clothesline, but Weiss kicks him in the gut and drives him head first into the mat with a vicious DDT! Weiss pulls him up and whips Fox into the turnbuckle, then follows him in with a corner clothesline, jarring Fox, causing him to slump with his head resting on the second turnbuckle. Hunter proceeds to stomp a mud hole in Fox, with the fans booing loudly. Hunter then grabs Fox by the head, and places him open mouthed on the bottom turnbuckle. The crowd is stirring, not knowing what Hunter is about to do. Weiss goes to the opposite corner; to get a running start, and charges out, getting ready to deliver a running Stomp to the back of Fox’s head, but Fox suddenly rolls out of the way, and out of the ring. The crowd cheers. Nikki Cooley: Fox avoided disaster there, no doubt about it! Fox is stumbling on the outside, looking for a weapon to use. Hunter follows Fox to the outside, grabs him, and rams him head first into the announcers table. Hunter grabs a steel chair from the time keepers table, and nails Fox right in the back with it, sending him down on his belly! Steven Travis: Oh my! What a vicious chair shot from Hunter! Fox begins to stir, desperately trying to fight through the pain and get to his feet. Hunter stands calm, holding the chair. Hunter charges towards Fox with the chair, only to get kicked in the gut and DDTed on the floor! Fox gets up and sits on the announcers table, Hunter begins to stir, looking to get back to his feet. Weiss is up, and Fox is pissed! Fox quickly grabs the chair and raises up, looking to nail Weiss with it. But Weiss counters with a kick to the groin, causing the crowd to go “ohhhhhhhhh”, and pop for Weiss regaining the advantage. Fox slumps down to the floor, in a fetal position! Hunter pulls the padding off of the floor, exposing the plywood on the platform where the ring is set up on, and lifts Fox to his knees, and then places him in a standing head scissors, and lifts him up upside down, with his head looking to be driven into the wooden floor. Steven Travis: Hunter is looking to pile drive Fox into the floor!!! He is trying to break Fox's neck by pile driving him on plywood!!! Fox is squirming and kicking, trying to block it. He does, and sends Weiss into the wooden floor with a back body drop! Weiss lands with a sickening thud! The crowd chants “holy shit” at the sight of the impact. Steven Travis: Oh my god!!! Hunter just got back dropped on plywood!!! He isn’t moving!!! Fox rolls into the ring, and pulls himself up, as the referee begins to count Hunter out. The crowd starts a “Fox” chant, to get behind Mr. Strife. Hunter is beginning to stir, and turns onto his belly, holding his upper body up with one hand, trying to make his way to his feet. The crowd is still chanting “Fox”. Hunter grabs the ring apron, and pulls himself up. He grabs the ropes, and makes it to his feet, as the crowd boos! Fox just sneers at Hunter, as he is making his way into the ring. Hunter moves towards Fox, but Fox knocks Hunter down with a toe kick! Nikki Cooley: Nobody has the balls to stop this match Stevie! If they do, Weiss would hunt them down and kill them! This match is basically all or nothing! Steven Travis: I honestly don’t know how Hunter can take this kind of punishment, Nikki. If this keeps up, Fox just might be able to pull off a win here tonight against him, I mean, Weiss has been in many brutal matches over the past month, he even injures himself when he’s not at the arena. Weiss is crazy, he has a death wish, Fox could obliterate him tonight if he plays his cards right! Nikki Cooley: *sarcasm* That would sure break *my* heart! Fox picks Hunter up, but Hunter is fighting back, punching Fox in the gut! He nails Fox in the gut with a knee, and then quickly plants Fox with a side Half Nelson Face Buster! The crowd begins to stir. Hunter grabs Fox and places him over his shoulder, and hooks him upside down in the corner for a Tree of Woe. He goes outside and grabs the steel chair used earlier in the match, brings it back into the ring, and places it over Fox’s face, and goes to the other corner and gets full head of steam, nailing Fox in the face with a baseball slide dropkick! The crowd pops! Steven Travis: Hunter is getting back into the match! Fox is in trouble after that viscous maneuver! Fox slumps to the mat face down. Weiss is beside himself with joy, he giggles as Fox barely moves his legs, his feet slipping on the mat whilst trying to get himself up. Hunter grabs Fox, and attempts to shoot him into the ropes, but Fox turns and manages to block, reverses the whip, and then catches Hunter with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!! Hunter begins rolling around on the mat, while arching his back. Fox goes over to Weiss, then scoops him up in a sidewalk slam position, then delivers another backbreaker!!! Steven Travis: Fox is working over the back of Hunter. Nikki Cooley: We might see Hunter get paralyzed, right here at Excessive Desire, Stevie! Weiss is prone on the mat, Hunter crawls, trying to get to his feet. Hunter makes it up! Fox, just incensed, grabs Hunter by the neck, and begins to trash talk him, getting right in his face, telling him to just quit!!! He gives Hunter another sneer, just before spitting in his face! Fox suddenly side steps and lays Hunter out with the Lights Out right in the center of the ring! The crowd cheers as Fox stumbles over against the ropes, he screams out at the fans Hunter is done! Hunter, laying on his belly after getting driven into the mat with the Lights Out Super Kick, begins crawling to the ropes. He is trying to make it to his feet. Fox just looks at him and starts shaking his head, as the fans are rallying behind Fox do something. Hunter begins to pick himself up. He is up!!!! The crowd pops!! Steven Travis: I don’t believe this!!!! There are some fans out here actually cheering that maniac! Hunter will just not quit!!! Nikki Cooley: What the hell does it take to put this demented bastard away!? Fox is pissed, kicking the bottom rope and screaming!!! He charges towards Hunter, only to be caught and driven down into the mat with a Leg Capture Suplex! The crowd pops!!! Both men are down. Both men quickly get up, and they move towards each other, and begin battling it out in another slugfest! The crowd is cheering as both men are pounding each other with right hands once more. Hunter grabs Fox and shoots him into the ropes... Steven Travis: SPEAR!!! Fox just caught Hunter with The Spear, out of nowhere!!! Nikki Cooley: That is what makes Fox so dangerous, Stevie. Just when you think you got him, he turns it right around on you. Fox gets up and stands in the natural corner, waiting on the referee’s count. Hunter begins to stir, desperately trying to beat the count. Hunter barely makes it! Fox, very pissed off, grabs Hunter. He places him in the corner, and then shoots him into the other corner. He starts undoing the turnbuckle pad on the top turnbuckle. Steven Travis: Fox is just getting desperate now. Nikki Cooley: He hates Hunter, Stevie, and he is willing to do *anything* to beat him tonight. Fox goes over towards Hunter, and shoots him HARD into the exposed turnbuckle! Hunter hits it back first, and then slumps to his knees, arching his back, before falling to the mat face down. Fox just smiles, as the referee makes his count. Hunter begins to crawl to his feet. The crowd is cheering, trying to encourage Hunter to get up and beat the count. Nikki Cooley: I don’t believe this! Steven Travis: I really hate to say this Nikki, but it seems like the fans are turning on Fox Strife! They’re either rallying behind that sick fuck Weiss, or they want this match to continue! Hunter is up at the count of nine. Fox is just pissed. He walks over to Hunter, and hammers him with some forearm shots, before setting him up in the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. He puts him in place, before going to the corner on the opposite side of the ring, and squats into position. Steven Travis: Oh my god!! Fox is setting up for another spear. Hunter is set up in the corner, and Fox is about to break him in half! Nikki Cooley: Looks like Hunter’s match is OVER, Stevie! Fox charges towards Hunter with The Gore, but at the right moment, Hunter changes out of the corner, nailing Fox in the right knee with a baseball slide dropkick. The momentum causes Fox to flip over on his back, with his knee hitting the bottom turnbuckle! The crowd pops, as Fox is rolling around on the mat, clutching his knee, and screaming in pain! Steven Travis: What a counter by Hunter!!! He just dropkicked Fox in the knee as Fox charged at him with the spear, while he was trapped in the corner!!! Nikki Cooley: If Hunter wants to win this, he better go for that knee as hard as he can, and as often as possible! The crowd is stomping their feet, as Hunter is pulling himself up with the ropes. Fox is doing the same on the opposite side of the ring. Replays from different angles show what just happened. Hunter gets up and walks towards Fox, and kicks him in the injured leg, causing him to fall on his belly! The crowd pops, as Hunter begins working over the leg, Ric Flair style, by placing it on the first stand and driving his butt it, driving knees into it, etc, as Fox is desperately wailing away in pain. Steven Travis: This crowd is going crazy!!! Hunter is doing exactly as you said he should, Nikki... he is destroying Fox’s leg right now!!! Hunter slaps the Single Leg Crab on Fox, straddling his leg and actually sitting down on it! The crowd is rabid. Fox is screaming in pain, desperately trying to turn over onto his back, to escape the hold. Steven Travis: We could see a submission victory for Hunter right here! Nikki Cooley: It won’t be that easy, Steve. Remember one thing... Fox wrestled our ex World Champion last year with a bad arm and nearly WON! Hunter had better be careful, for his sake, because even with a hurt body part, Fox is still a dangerous man to trifle with. Finally, Fox manages to turn the figure four, causing Hunter to release the hold. The crowd boos. As Fox is getting up, with help from the ropes, Hunter comes from behind and clips Fox right back down to the mat! The crowd is cheering, as Hunter sprints towards Fox, and starts hammering his knee with forearm shots and drives more knees into it. Fox is backing away from Weiss, into the corner, but Hunter places Fox’s knee on the first strand, and begins stomping the hell out of it, with each stomp faster and more intense than the last, with the crowd buzzing louder and louder. Fox is flapping around, clutching the corner tightly, as Weiss is continuing to stomp on the knee. Weiss then wraps the knee around the rope, pulling on it. Steven Travis: My god!!! Hunter is like a shark that smells blood in the water!!! He is just tearing right into that knee!! Nikki Cooley: I hate to give this creep credit, but he knows that this may be his only chance, and he is taking advantage of it!!! Hunter slides out of the ring, dragging Fox’s hurt knee to the ring post, crotching Fox around it. Fox is kicking around, trying to break free, but to no avail. Hunter looks to the crowd, before slamming Fox’s knee into the ring post, with the crowd counting along. Crowd: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Hunter continues to hold onto the leg, and grabs the other one, and places it over the hurt knee, in a figure four position. He then hooks Fox in a figure four around the ring post!!! Steven Travis: My god!!!! You can only imagine the pain shooting through Fox’s right leg right now!!!! Fox is screaming in pain, with Hunter continuing to hold onto the ring post figure four. The referee sprints over towards Fox, and asks him if he wants to submit. Fox wildly shakes his head and screams no! Steven Travis: What is it going to take for Hunter to put Fox away?! How much longer can Fox survive this?! Nikki Cooley: I told you, Stevie, how hard it is to get Fox to quit! If Hunter can’t get him here, he just isn’t going to get him! Period! Hunter finally lets go of the hold. Fox is crawling away from the corner, trying to get to the center of the ring. Hunter goes over to where the steel chair was dropped, and then picks it up. He slides into the ring, and is slowly walking towards Fox with the chair. Fox begins to beg off, but Hunter continues to stalk Fox. Steven Travis: Looks like Hunter is going to continue to punish Fox’s knee with that chair! This looks VERY bad for Fox Strife. Just as Steve says that, Fox lunges forward, nailing Hunter with a low blow, causing him to fall to the mat in a heap. The crowd cheers Fox for his actions. Nikki Cooley: You were saying, Stevie!? BLAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! That was just a brilliant move on Fox’s part! Suckering Hunter like that was just great! Fox and Weiss are slow to get up. Fox grabs a chair and just nails Hunter right in the head with it, knocking him down and out! Steven Travis: Oh what a shot!!! Nikki Cooley: Fox may have completely scrambled what was left of Hunter brains with that one! That was just sick! Hunter begins to stir, a sick smile on his face. Fox screams “FUCK!” at the sight of Hunter trying to get up. Fox plants the chair right in the center of the ring, then goes over to Hunter and grabs him, and maneuvers him to the center of the ring. He then hooks his arms around Hunters waist from behind... Nikki Cooley: He is going to give a German Suplex Bomb Nikki!!! Right on the steel chair!!!! Fox completes the move, with Hunter’s head hitting the chair with another sickening thud! Fox clutches his right knee afterwards, as the referee counts both Hunter and Fox down. Hunter is trying to pull himself up. Steven Travis: I don’t believe this!!! What the hell is it going to take for Fox to beat Hunter tonight?! He has pretty much hit him with everything but the kitchen sink! Hunter is up!!! Steven Travis: I honestly don’t believe it! Fox takes the chair and tries to hit Hunter again, but this time Hunter ducks and nails Fox with a punch to the ribs! Hunter goes behind Fox, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a cross body block on the back of Fox’s legs. Fox falls forward onto his knees, and cries out in pain as his right knee is further damaged. Steven Travis: OH MY!! Hunter just nailed Fox with the Shining Black!!! He is setting Fox up for the Sickness Bomb!!! If he hits it, it will most likely be over, as I don’t see Fox lasting long after the punishment his knee has taken during this match! Weiss grips Fox by the hair and pulls him to his feet, placing his head between his legs. Weiss grips Fox around the waist and hurls him upward onto his shoulders, Weiss spins in a circle, takes a running leap and SMASHES Fox Strife’s lower back across his shoulder while sitting down flat on the mat! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD! Did you see how his back bent!?!?! Weiss hooks the leg, and the first and only pin fall attempt takes place, the ref his the mat, 1… 2… 3!! “I already Played with My Parents, Now I want to Play with YOU!” “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed begins playing over the PA as Hunter raises his arm in victory, that sick smile of his a mile wide. But it wasn’t over yet! Weiss rolled out of the ring and went over to where he had stashed his pale green weapon of destruction. He slung it over his shoulder as he marched back up the steps! Nikki Cooley: Oh God NO! Not this again! NO! DON’T! Steven Travis reached over and grabbed Nikki by the arm and forced her back in her chair, Steven Travis: Nikki sit your ass down! If you go out there you’re going to get hurt! There’s nothing you can do to help him now! Nikki Cooley: I can’t just sit here and watch this SHIT! Nikki tried to pull away but Steven held on to her arm and wouldn’t let her leave the announcers area, Steven Travis: I’m not going to let him hurt you again! Just turn your head, don’t look at it! There’s nothing you can do Nikki! Please!!! Nikki turned and buried her face in Steven Travis’s shoulder as Hunter Weiss circled her beloved Fox Strife in the ring. Weiss smiles as he jerks the ignition cord on his precious weed whacker, his smile turns into a little chuckle, from a chuckle into a full fledged laugh, and then into a sadistic cackle! The lights from the arena dance wildly in his wicked eyes once more as the weed whacker, laced with gruesome barbwire comes to life in his hands! Steven Travis: Don’t look Nikki! It’ll be over soon! Steven clutched Nikki in his arms, hiding her face away from the horrible scene in the ring. Fox lay flat on his stomach, and Weiss placed his foot across Fox’s shoulder blades and pressed down hard, not allowing him to get up. Weiss held the weed whacker high over his head and laughed, the barbed wire spinning around in random directions above him. Weiss brings the weed whacker down to his chest and points it directly at Fox below him, Hunter spits on the body of Fox Strife below him, returning the gesture from earlier in the match, Weiss swings the Weed whacker upwards and brings it down, slicing into the back of Fox’s head! Flood splatters everywhere!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD!!! Fox’s body shakes and jerks violently, but Weiss holds him into place, holding the weed whacker against the back of his skull for around 5 seconds, enough time to do massive damage, causing huge deep gashes in the back of his head! Weiss lets his foot up and as Fox grips his head and rolls out of the ring, Weiss brings the weed whacker down a 2nd time, slicing a foot long gash into Fox’s exposed back! Blood splatters everywhere, there is a mist floating around Hunters feet! He grins and laughs in excitement! Steven Travis: You sick sadistic mother FUCKER! One of these day’s someone’s going to knock your dick in the dirt! Mark My Words! Weiss laughed like a mad man as EMT’s rushed down the runway to tend to Fox Strife. Hunter laughed and screamed insanity as he began spinning in circles, swinging the Weed Whacker around in random directions, Fox’s blood staining Hunters legs and the mat around them! |
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| Channel 81 | Oct 4 2006, 02:51 AM Post #7 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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We fade into an almost extreme close-up of Drake's face, which prompts a mixed reaction from the crowd. Drake: Lately, i've been trying to connect with wrestling fans all around the California area, and suffice it to say, when I showed up for an autograph signing just over a week ago, it seems like the only people that showed up were middle aged women and children. We see Drake's hand move in front of his face and slide down. One would suggest that Drake's somewhat frustrated, and wouldn't you be, too, if you were trying to connect with the fans, only to get about a quarter of the whole group? Drake: It seems as though true wrestling fans are lost as of late, and when I go out there to the ring every week, I bust my ass to make sure i'm putting on the best possible show for you people, and all I ask in return is that you people recognize that. Drake pauses briefly to gather his thoughts before continuing. Drake: Tonight, I have the privilage to wrestle in quite possibly the toughest match in my career in the Action Wrestling League when I face Rurik Krychek and Dave Richmond for the World Heavyweight Championship. If I beat either one of them, I will become the World Heavyweight Champion, and I will show you what real wrestling really is. Whether you people care to boo me or cheer me is up to you, Ii'm here to put on an entertaining match for the fans, and I just hope that you people will see it as such. With that said, the scene cuts back to the arena. Nikki: And now, it is time for the Main Event. Steven: Woo, that's right, we're gonna see Krychek and Richmond totally own Drake's ass. Nikki: Have you not been paying attention? Steven: The l33t are the new God's, ALL HAIL! Nikki: Stop that. For those who haven't been paying attention, there is a drift in the l33t. Steven: Oh come now, you have to know they're much smarter than that. Nikki: There's nothing smart or dumb about the fact Dave Richmond, accidental or not, hit Krychek in the face with a championship, costing them the match to Drake Love, and then blamed Krychek, accusing him of letting himself get pinned. Steven: It's all games, Nikki, it's all games. Although I will be totally honest... I don't care who wins...because no matter who walks out as champion tonight, I leave happy because these three guys all rule. Nikki: Such a suck up. Steven: Thanks, think they'll let me into their fan club now? Nikki: No. Learn l33t chess, and maybe. Steven: I would, but the blue prints of the White House still scare me. Nikki: Either way, the l33t are at arms with each other, Black Mage being the only l33t member talking to Krychek. Steven: This can only be good news to Drake. Nikki: Of course, the l33t aren't on the same page, if he had one chance at all to possibly win in the triple threat, he needed the l33t to not be on the same page. Steven: Of course. Nikki: It's time, right here, right now, to decide the champion. Can Dave Richmond prove to be the champion he acts like? Can Drake Love prove to everyone that Krychek's taunting that he hasn't changed is a load of crap? Or does Krychek have the mental advantage over everyone? Steven: I think, personally, all three will be fulfilled... Announcer: The following match is schedualed for one fall, and it is our Main Event. It is a triple threat match, and it is for the AWL Heavyweight Championship of the World. The lights dim and "Revolution" by Rage Against The Machine and Tool hits the pa system. Green lights along the ramp turn on and just point straight to the sky, creating the image of several pillars along the way to the ring. Rurik Krychek and The Black Mage steps out from the back in his usual attire, except his tights are completely black except for a red stripe down the outter portion of his right leg. In addition to that, Krychek also wears a cape attatched to a hood, on his head, just hanging over his face enough that you can't see his eyes. BM wears his normal blue robe and steeple hat. Krychek leads his pet Shahanshah to the ring. Krychek arrives and quickly ties his pet to a far end of the ring, and then leaps onto the apron. Krychek steps through and waits in the corner. BM walks up to the commentator desk and grabs a microphone. Nikki: Okay, they always wear weird ass things for pay-per-views, usually trying to be someone else, because they realize they're worthless. But I can't figure out who he is. Steven: The BARON! CLEARLY! God, don't you know anything! Nikki: The who? Steven: No, not Neidhart. Black Mage: Introducing first, hailing from Arizona Bay, Aldaraia. He weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds, and the giant pygmy height of five foot five, he of course hates your faceless guts, he is The Baron Rurik Von Krychek! The arena lights cut off leaving the stadium dark and damp. Various dark blue, forest green, and blood red spotlights flicker around the crowd as the main portion of the song kicks up.Out comes Drake Love dressed in a hooded sleeveless duster that hangs down to the top of his midnight black boots. The hood is drawn up as Drake stares down at the ground on the rampway. Suddenly Drake shoots his left arm out and a stream of pyrotechnics goes to the left. Still holding up his left arm Drake shoots out his right arm and a stream of pyrotechnics goes that way too. Drake Love raises both arms in a quick motion and pyrotechnics shoot to both sides. Drake’s music thunders throughout the arena. Drake begins down the rampway flipping his hood off on the way down. He looks focused as his dark eyes burn with hatred. Drake walks up the steps and steps into the ring. Drake stares at Krychek from across the ring. Announcer: The second man in this match, he is a challenger, "The Mile High Madman" Drake Love! "Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu begins playing, as the green lights begin flashing, James Unger walks out from the back, with arms outreached as the crowd boos him, he swipes teh mic out of Black Mages hands, and walks up the stairs, and steps between the ropes, going through his foot catches teh bottom rope and James trips and falls flat on his face. James gets up and looks around quickly as if checking to see if anyone noticed it, he then attempts to play it off as if it were planned. Unger: Greetings True Believers, it is I Teh original, greatest and uber James Unger, though I don't have time to chat I've got a job to do... Unger clears his throat. Unger: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing next the opponent weighing in at an unprecedented ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS, from Glasgow, New Jersey, He is A hero to the entire world, he is "the New Career Killer", he is the AWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION, and tonight he is "Rowdy" Roddy Richmond, please welcome "1337" Dave Richmond! James makes a sweeping hand motion towards the entryway as "Cadence To Arms" by the Dropkick Murphys plays as aposed to the usual theme for the champion, but the crowd knows nonetheless who it is, and begins to boo. The lights dim for a few seconds and turn back on with the explosion of pyros going off on stage, where we see Dave Richmond standing with his back to the ring, arms spread, and AWL World Heavyweight title around his waist, and a kilt on. Ivan Rurik stands beside of Richmond as he spins around and lowers his arms. Ivan bends down and picks Richmond up onto his shoulder, and carries the champion to the ring. Ivan arrives and sets Richmond down on the apron. Richmond steps into the ring and takes his title off. Steven: I know you think Ivan would only do that for Richmond...but he does that for me too. Nikki: You were riding Ivan...? Steven: Yeah, it was fun, being big and muscular, it's not hard for him to take me where ever he wants. Nikki: ... I don't think you know how that sounds. Steven: ...what are you talking about? Unger and BM put their mics back. Unger goes to Ivan and BM sits down on Shahanshah while the three wrestlers in the ring stare at each other. The referee calls out the rules to the participants. While he does so, all three men completely ignore him, staring at each other. Krychek unties his hood, while Drake removes his sleeveless hoodie. Richmond shows off his title to the opponents, slapping it and reminding them that it's leaving with him. Drake and Krychek toss their attire out, and the referee takes Richmond's title. The referee raises it to the air for everyone to see before handing it out to a stage hand and calling for the bell. Nikki: This is it. Steven: Go time! The bell rings, and Richmond quickly dives out of the ring. Drake and Krychek quickly turn to each other and meet in the middle of the ring with various right hands. Drake, being the bigger man, obviously gets the upper advantage in the fist fight. Drake takes Krychek's hand and whips him across the ring. Krychek rebounds off the ropes, and Drake lifts Krychek for a pendulum backbreaker, but Krychek wraps around the arm of Drake, slipping over and behind him. Krychek wraps his arms around Drake's waist and charges forward, until they hit the ropes. Krychek falls backwards, pulling Drake with him, and pulling him into a roll up pin. 1...kick out. Krychek stumbles forward but remains on his feet. Drake Love quickly gets back to his feet as Richmond quickly leaps onto the apron and ascends a corner. Drake tries a clothesline, but Krychek commando rolls under it. Krychek lays down once he sees Richmond on the top rope, and the unknowing Drake turns around into a flying front dropkick from Richmond. Krychek gets up while Richmond kicks up to his feet. Richmond turns around as Krychek is coming at him, and cuts Krychek off with a front elbow. Steven: Richmond's on the mark thus far, hasn't missed a move. Nikki: He's done TWO moves. Steven: And he didn't miss. Drake pulls himself up, while Richmond knees Krychek in the stomach and runs to the ropes behind Krychek. Drake steps in front of Krychek, Richmond rebounds, leaps onto Krychek's back, and lunges off at Drake, going for a hurricanrana, however, the monsterous Drake Love, or at least compared to Krychek and Richmond, stops the hurricanrana from taking him over, and quickly snaps backwards, throwing Richmond face first into a corner with a doctor bomb. Nikki: Good God, Drake just broke Richmond's face. Steven: His face! HIS UBER FACE! Richmond's now held up entirely by his arms being draped over the corner, because his legs gave out from the sudden pain. Krychek stands up holding his back as Drake Love gets up and grabs a fistful of Richmond's hair. Krychek runs up behind Drake, leaps and lands an elbow to the back of his head. Drake staggers a bit, and Krychek turns him around. Krychek whips him across the ring, but then turns to Richmond. Krychek grabs Richmond by the hair and pulls him out, much like Drake was intending to do. Krychek wraps Richmond's arm around his head and lifts him up as though to go for a back drop. Krychek sits Richmond on the top rope, makes sure a leg is under the bar going from the post to the pad, and then pulls Richmond down so he's up side down, his kilt getting caught between his leg and the rope so it doesn't fall...down? Up? Richmond begins to come to from the sudden hit to the head, and is just in time to see a few kicks come from Krychek. Krychek takes a step back, raise a leg behind him and goes to lunge forward with a mean kick to Richmond, but Drake Love catches the leg, and simply lifts it up, tripping Krychek so he falls face first into the mat. Nikki: Hah, look at that. Steven: Drake, careful, if he loses too many brain cells they may remove him from Mensa! Drake Love then takes a few steps back himself, and charges at Richmond, spearing his stomach. Drake stands up and grabs Richmond by his hair again. Drake sits him up on the top turnbuckle and turns his back on Richmond. Drake reaches up and grabs Richmond by the arm pits, and steps away from the corner, with Richmond in a crucifix position. Drake steps into the middle of the ring and tosses Richmond over head and drops him with a smokey mountain powerbomb, folding Richmond over himself. Drake holds for a pin. 1...2...Krychek lunges from his prone position and lands a front elbow to the back of Drake's head. Krychek gets up and grabs Drake's head. Krychek pulls him up and knees him in the stomach while Richmond crawls to the ropes. Krychek stuns Drake with a couple of elbows, and then runs to the ropes. Krychek comes back, but Drake tosses the russian with a belly to belly suplex. Krychek rolls over onto his stomach, holding his head, and kicking his legs, as Drake gets up. Drake looks at Richmond as he drops off the side of the ring, and Ivan and Unger come running over to him. Drake walks over to Krychek and grabs his head. Nikki: Richmond regroups on the outside as Krychek is left to fend against Drake. Steven: And that sucks too, because as much as I love the l33t and believe in them, they're vastly under qualified, Drake's taller, heavier, and more powerful. Krychek bats the hands away and resumes feeling his head. Drake tries again, this time grabbing hair, but again is batted away. Drake tries yet again, but this time Krychek lunges forward, grabbing a leg and tries tripping Drake, to no avail. Drake twists slightly and drops a knee across the back of Krychek. Drake stands up and grabs Krychek by his shirt pulling the russian to his feet. Drake pulls it over his head and tosses the shirt, showing for the first time ever; Krychek's chest. Steven: WOOP! Nikki: ... That is THE whitest chest I have ever seen. Steven: And you've seen some! Nikki slaps Steven. Drake slugs Krychek, who responds with a chop. Drake slugs, and Krychek chops. Drake smirks and lands an over head open palm slap to the bare chest of Krychek, dropping him to the ground, gasping for air. Drake grabs Krychek by the hair and pulls him to his knees. Drake pulls Krychek over to a corner and rests him in it. Drake then puts a knee to the back of Krychek's neck and head and pushes him against a turnbuckle. Drake has Krychek there for about twenty seconds, before Richmond is back in the picture with a flying forearm to the back of Drake's head. Richmond turns Drake around and lands a couple of front elbows to his face. Richmond whips him across the ring. Richmond charges after, steps onto the second rope beside Drake, leaps, lands a dropkick to his chest, and then sommersaults off as Krychek is pulling himself up. Richmond uses his momentum to carry him into a Headkicker to Krychek. Richmond uses his adrenaline rush to lunge at Drake who has stumbled out of the corner, and tries another Headkicker. Steven: Yeah, kick that head you crazy cat you! Nikki: What the hell are you on... However, Drake catches the leg, to Richmond's surprise. Krychek slowly stirs as Drake tosses Richmond's leg. Richmond does a complete 360, and drops Drake with a step up enziguri, where Richmond manages to flip back to his feet as Krychek arrives on his feet. Richmond uses this momentum to fly into the air with a pele to the back of Krychek's head. Richmond covers Krychek. 1...2...kick out. Richmond quickly crawls over to Drake. 1...2...kick out. Richmond looks somewhat frustrated as he crawls back to Krychek and covers again. 1...2...kick out. Richmond gets up and walks over to Drake Love. Richmond pulls the non-l33t member to his feet and delivers a couple elbows before trying a non-step up enziguri, which Drake easily ducks. Richmond tries getting up to beat Drake to the punch, but Drake knees Richmond in the side of the head. Drake grabs Richmond by his neck and pulls him up with no problem. Drake uppercuts Dave as Krychek begins getting up. Drake whips Richmond at the corner, Richmond leaps onto the second rope, lunges and twists backwards for a crossbody, but is caught by Drake. Steven: Oooh. Nikki: Oooh. The crowd goes "oooh" at Drake's strength and Drake tosses Richmond backwards with a fall away slam, with enough force to cause Richmond to barrel roll. However, what Drake had not meant for, was for Richmond to crossbody Krychek in the process. Richmond lands on top of Krychek and keeps for the pin. 1...Drake looks slightly confused...2...Drake looks behind him and lunges, grabbing Krychek's feet and yanking him out from under Richmond. Drake pulls Krychek's legs up and then falls backwards, tossing Krychek into the corner, hitting the steel post. Krychek slumps into the corner much like Richmond did earlier. Drake sits up as Richmond weakly pulls himself to his feet. Richmond charges, and steps onto Drake's head, using it to boost himself up, into a dropkick on Krychek's back. Richmond backflips off, and lands in front of Drake. Richmond tries for a basement dropkick, but Drake bats the legs away, causing Richmond to land beside Drake. Drake pulls himself up and then grabs Richmond by his kilt, pulling him up. Steven: I can't look! Nikki: I can...but it's only because it's like a train wreck, you just can't look away. Drake grabs the kilt and rips it off Richmond, revealing...pants with it's legs rolled up. Richmond lunges at Drake with a front elbow, but Drake, getting pissed off at all the elbows, levels Richmond with one of his own, dropping the World Champion. Richmond bounces onto his hands and knees and goes scurrying away for a corner while Drake follows. Richmond arrives in one and feels his face as Drake grabs Richmond and pulls him to his feet. Drake latches on a suplex hold and snap suplexes Richmond. Drake rolls them to their side and gets back to his feet. Nikki: Multiple suplex plan from Drake. Drake arrives back on his feet, pulling Richmond with him, and lifts Richmond straight up in a normal suplex. Drake simply holds him there as Krychek regains his footing and stumbles out of the corner. Drake drops Richmond face first into the mat and charges across the ring towards Krychek. Drake drops Krychek with a clothesline. Drake grabs Krychek's head and pulls him up. Drake applies a front facelock and grins at the crowd, who begin to cheer, as Drake goes for the Colorado Clutch. Drake leaps up, wraps his legs around Krychek and falls back, and begins wrenching it in, trying to get Krychek to tap out. Richmond at this point is still clutching his face from the drop, and doesn't know the submission is locked in. Ivan Rurik looks at Richmond and at Drake, and tries yelling something to Richmond, but Richmond doesn't understand Russian. Ivan grunts and slides into the ring. Ivan walks up to Drake and kicks him in the face, causing him to let go of Krychek. Drake gets up and faces Ivan Rurik. The two men exchange words...in separate languages of course... Drake shoves Ivan and Ivan responds with a punch. Nikki: Ivan's not in the match, get him out of there. Steven: Why? This is awesome! The referee tries getting Ivan out of the ring, but doesn't dare step between Drake and Ivan. Drake and Ivan exchange a few blows until Drake knees Ivan in the stomach. Drake whips Ivan at the ropes, and Ivan comes back, and ducks under a clothesline from Drake, and hooks an arm as he goes under it, reaches and hooks the other arm of Drake. Ivan stops, turns and twists Drake around. Ivan knees Drake in the stomach and whips him at a corner. Ivan charges at Drake after Drake hit, but Drake reaches out, grabs Ivan and spins around with a spinebuster into the corner. Drake grabs the top rope and steps onto the second rope. Krychek and Richmond are slowly recouperating in the corners while Drake begins pummeling at Ivan. After ten punches, Drake lifts his arms to celebrate. His celebration is cut short as Ivan grabs Drake and steps out of the corner with Drake on his shoulders. Drake struggles trying to get down. Those listening closely can hear Drake say "oh fuck" as Ivan slams him down with Ivan's finisher of a powerbomb. Ivan kneels down and covers. 1...2...The referee remembers Ivan's not a part of the match and tells him to get out of the ring. Nikki: Now get him out of here! Steven: With all due respect to Ivan, I think Drake would've kicked out anyway. Ivan shifts his eyes and rolls out of the ring, as Krychek is quickly on the scene, to cover Drake. 1...2...Richmond dives over and lands a double axe handle on Krychek. Krychek holds his head as Richmond tries. 1...2...Krychek elbows Richmond in the head. Richmond gets off and Krychek makes it to his feet. Richmond watches Krychek waiting for something as Drake slowly begins sitting up, feeling dazed after the powerbomb. Krychek quickly lands a kick to the back of Drake, causing him to lay back down, feeling his back. Richmond makes it to his feet and shoves Krychek away, exclaiming "that's not how you do it." Richmond helps Drake sit up and then lands a similar kick. Drake this time stays sitting, and feels his back in pain. Krychek then runs to the ropes in front of Drake, comes back and kicks him in the face, laying him down. Krychek then motions to Drake, for Richmond to try it. Richmond sits Drake up and runs to the ropes. However, on his way back, Krychek cuts Richmond off with a dropkick. Steven: Krychek has out smarted Richmond! Nikki: I can only hope Mensa is watching...and deciding never to let you in. Krychek stands up and grins as Richmond rolls to the ropes, holding his head. Krychek then tries a kick on Drake, but Drake catches the leg. Drake stands up, and pulls Krychek towards him, latching on a bear hug. Krychek grabs Drake's head and headbutts Drake a couple times, using his unusually hard head to free himself from the bear hug, possibly into a suplex. Krychek takes this time with Drake some-what bent over, to hit a mongolian chop. Steven: Okay, I'm a fan of Krychek and all, but who the hell uses that!? Krychek pulls Drake into the middle of the ring, and latches on a head and wing catch before dropping back with a complete shot. Krychek throws his legs up and locks in the Ænema. Richmond pulls himself up on the apron while Krychek keeps the submission locked in. Drake, this time, is unable to being crawling towards the ropes, too focused on the pain he's sustained in his head. Richmond quickly ascends a corner and perches. Richmond waits a few seconds to let Krychek get that much more pain in, before flying off with a frog splash, crashing into Krychek, and freeing Drake. Richmond gets back to his feet and grabs Krychek's head. Richmond pulls Krychek up and bends him over backwards. Richmond grins and mimicks a gun shooting himself in the head before spinning for the Headshot, but Krychek twists out of it, grabs Richmond and drops him with the Leg Sweep. Krychek rolls to the side and gets up with Richmond. Krychek then catches Richmond with a head and wing catch and drops him with a complete shot. Krychek tries the Ænema on Richmond, but Richmond bats the legs forward, forcing Krychek to roll onto his stomach. Nikki: Richmond counters the enema from Krychek. Steven: No, no, it's the Ænema. Nikki: That's what I said. Steven: No, you said enema. It's Ænema. Nikki: ... Nikki slaps Steven again. Richmond gets up quickly, puts a leg of Krychek's across the back of his other knee, and roll back into the RTS. Krychek screams in pain as Richmond pulls back as much as possible. Drake notices the submission, and begins pulling himself up. Drake walks over and stomps Richmond in the face. Drake grabs Richmond's head and pulls him up. Drake straddles Richmond's head and grabs his waist. Drake lifts Richmond onto his shoulders, and charges towards a set of ropes. Just before he gets there he slips Richmond off his shoulder to the right, into his hand, and leaps onto the second rope, tossing Richmond out of the ring with the Apocalypse Chokeslam. Steven: Oh... Nikki: Fucking... Steven: Shit... Richmond flies through the air... You know those moments when you don't need special programming to make something seem like it's in slow motion? Yeah, this is one of those moments. Richmond flies through the air and crashes through the commentating table, his legs rolling over him, and him sliding into the barrier. The crowd begins chanting "holy shit" as Richmond is not moving. Drake stares out at Richmond while Krychek slowly begins working to his feet. Steven: He broke the table! Nikki: My coffee! Steven: Never mind that, the champion just got broken in half. Nikki: Yeah, but my coffee is like thirty six dollars a gallon. Krychek makes it to his feet, and Drake turns around. Krychek runs and lands a high knee to Drake's chest, sending him back into the corner. Krychek grabs his head and snapmares him out of the corner. Krychek steps onto the apron and ascends the corner as Drake is already getting back up. Krychek lunges off at Drake, going for the Magitek flipping neckbreaker, however, Drake catches Krychek as he's verticle, and hooks his legs. Drake drops to his knees, delivering his own neckbreaker. Drake stands up, and tosses Krychek's legs forward, and drops down with a front facelock. Steven: Colorado Clutch! COLORADO CLUTCH! Nikki: Starbucks, Starbucks, I need another cup of coffee... Drake hits the mat, Krychek lands on top of him, and wraps his legs around Krychek's body. Krychek screams in pain and reaches for the ropes, but they're just out of range as Drake wrenches it in. Krychek keeps reaching for it as he begins fading. Black Mage is quick to go up to them and BM pleads with Krychek to tap out. After a few more seconds of pleading, and Krychek's almost blacking out as Drake wrenches it in further, Krychek taps out. Steven: DRAKE WINS! DRAKE LOVE MADE RURIK KRYCHEK TAP OUT! Nikki: My coffee is all over the place now... Steven slaps Nikki. Nikki punches Steven in the testicals. Steven collapses. The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Drake rolls Krychek off him, Krychek being barely concious. Krychek glances over at BM and tells him something, as Drake gets to his knees and raises his arms, screaming in joy. Confetti begins falling from the ceiling as the referee fetches the championship and hands it to Drake. Drake clutches the title, smiling. Krychek rolls out of the ring, onto his feet...and promptly collapses. BM runs over to Unger and Ivan and talks to them. Nikki: This is a great day for wrestling, the l33t have been defeated, and Drake Love is the Champion! Steven speaks in a high pitched voice. Steven: Well I said it before the match, I'm happy with any ending that could've come from it. Nikki: And I suppose you could say all three questions were answered. Steven: Damn straight, Krychek played his smart game like he usually does. Richmond didn't get pinned and went down fighting. Drake Love, IS the champion, he IS not injured. Nikki: And most importantly, he's the new era of AWL. Steven begins pulling himself up. Drake Love stands up and holds his championship up. The confetti stops falling and Drake Love puts the title around his waist. A few seconds after he throws his fists back into the air; Ivan, Unger, and BM strike from behind. Ivan, Unger and BM beat the champion to the mat with a flurry of forearms and then with a load of stomps. The referee tries pulling them off, only to be thrown out of the ring by Ivan. Drake protects his head and simply doesn't move, as the l33t members stare down on Drake. Nikki: This is despicable! Steven: This is almost awesome... The camera gets a shot of Krychek, laying passed out on ring side, then a shot of Richmond laying on the collapsed table. The final shot of the night is of Drake Love, laying on the floor of the ring. Nikki: This is wrong, so very wrong. Steven: Be that as it may, this has been Excessive Desire, and ladies and gentleman, that's all the time we have. Nikki: Somebody set this right! [align=center]===End Show===[/align] |
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