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| Tweet Topic Started: May 16 2007, 05:42 PM (381 Views) | |
| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 05:42 PM Post #1 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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[align=center]---Earlier This Week---[/align] We open up backstage to William Reign's office, decked out in it's usual wood and dark green monotone colors. Reign is working on various paperwork when there's a knock on the door. Reign: Come in. The door opens and in walks Fox Strife and Snake, both wearing cheap suits. Fox: Mr Reign...We bring you all the papers to what we want in Snake's match with Hunter Weiss. Reign looks over Snake and Fox, particularly glaring at Snake for wearing a mask and a suit at the same time. Reign takes the papers from Fox and begins to read them. Reign: This sounds violent. Snake: With all due respect, Mr Reign...With what Hunter Weiss has done since he emerged, this is the ONLY way that we can rid the AWL of this monster, once and for all. Reign: So you're fighting violence with violence. I'm no Krychek, but that sounds amazingly stupid to me. Fox: Well...How the fuck would would you fight him? With logic? I mean, I tried that once, and look at what he did to that... Fox points to his crutches. Reign: You've never had much logic or sense, Mister Strife. You see my problem with this is, it's too violent. I can't allow this, if one of you gets seriously injured, all it would take is a smooth talking ambulance chaser to get you to sue me. Snake: So what? Are you denying us taking Hunter Weiss out once and for all!? Reign: Well he does bring in ratings after all. But you two have three choices. One, you don't fight at all. Two, you sign a waiver, and convince Weiss to sign a waiver. Three, I don't sanction the match, but send a camera out to watch whenever you gentlemen go to decide it on your own terms. Fox: We're not going to drop the match with that sadistic son of a bitch...And I know for a fact, Weiss isn't going to sign a waiver...So if you don't want to sanction the match to save your own ass, then so be it. We'll still put Weiss out of his misery...No matter if it'll be an official match or not. Snake nods at Fox and the two exit the room, leaving Reign by himself. Reign: Money, money, money, money, moooooooneeeeeaaaaaaeeeaaaaaaaaay. Buy rates are through the roof for those three morons... And end scene! [align=center]Posted Image[/align] *The scene opens up, and the AWL logo flashes across the screen before flashing off. It's silent for a few seconds before a light turns on over a small platform with a microphone on it. The camera rotates slightly to show a wide desk with Mister Reign, Edgar Scheeze, and Steven Travis sitting behind it.* Mister Reign: Alright, auditions for Windy City Whiplash 2's theme song, go. *An acoustic guitar begins to play as a blonde woman steps onto the platform. She opens her mouth and sings WAAAY off key. After being excused, a man with pink spiked hair steps onto the stage and screams into it. After being excused, Sanjaya steps onto the platform and just stands there. The camera pans over to the judge table.* Simon Cowell: What the hell are you doing here? *The judge table now has Simon Cowell in place of Edgar. Reign and Steven look at him.* Mister Reign: What the hell are YOU doing here? Simon Cowell: I just follow him around and berate him. Mister Reign: Where's Edgar? *The camera pans a little behind them where Edgar is seen tied up with a black eye and bleeding from the nose. The camera pans back to Sanjaya, still just standing there. A few seconds later the masked man from the Fury viginette runs up on stage, and screams consonants and vowels at Sanjaya, causing him to run off in fear. The man turns to the judges and takes the microphone.* Masked Man: ZwagabwananaSHANNAJANABAOOOHGANTATAPLOOOKANA! *Cut off.* Simon Cowell: What the bloody hell is that? You're the worst wrestling singer I've ever heard. And I've heard Randy Savage. *Rimshot. The masked man stares at him a bit before taking several steps towards him. Cowell stands up and steps away from him.* Masked Man: ....Pthhhh......ag....haga! *The masked man continues pursuing Cowell.* Simon Cowell: You just keep away from me, you freak. *The masked man runs Cowell off as Mister Reign sighs. A tall lanky man steps on stage and takes the microphone. The acoustic guitar picks up into "Rockstar" by Nickelback as the man begins to sing.* "I’m through with standing in line, To clubs we’ll never get in." *Various shots of Ash Koopa, Travis Bane, and Joe Daye walking towards the ring, down the Furyious ramp.* "It’s like the bottom of the ninth, And I’m never gonna win." *A shot of Snake standing in the ring, followed by a shot of Hunter Weiss weilding a bat, followed by Snake watching Weiss from the outside of the ring.* "This life hasn’t turned out, Quite the way I want it to be." *A shot of Panther being belly to belly suplexed through the chambers pexiglass, followed by a shot of Weiss falling and dislocating his shoulder, followed by Eric Smiles sitting on the back of a train.* "I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs. And a bathroom I can play baseball in." *Daye and Night double suplex someone, followed by Drake Love german suplexing Mike Sullivan. I don't care if it didn't happen, don't question me!* "And a king size tub big enough For ten plus me." *A shot of Travis Bane billy clubbing Daye, followed by Drake Love tossing Dave Richmond from the ring through the commentating table.* "I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit And a big black jet with a bedroom in it." *A shot of Drake Love making Rurik Krychek tap out, followed by Daye, Night, Stryker, and Bane drawing in their TLC match, followed by Ash Koopa pinning Eros Mako for his championship.* "Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet." *A shot of Joe Daye dropping someone with the Negative Creep, followed by a slow motion shot of Dave Richmond hitting the System Crash.* "I want a new tour bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard." *A shot of Synkai Daythona leaping over the ropes to the outside, followed by the Longshots sitting their bar, followed by Sammy Night standing on a corner, pointing at his abdomen.* "Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me." *A shot of Krychek hitting the Kingdom's Fall on someone, followed by Eros Mako hitting the Rasen no Hebidoku on someone.* "I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I’d even cut my hair and change my name." *For absolutly no reason, a shot of an unknown person cutting their hair, and someone else at a building changing their name.* "‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars. And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars." *A shot of Chill applying the Frostbite on someone, followed by Bane, Stryker, and Reign all kicking Eric Smiles.* "The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap. We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat." *A shot of Dave Richmond accidentally clubbing Rurik Krychek with the World title, followed by Greg Cherry delivering the Cherry Pit on someone.* "And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars. In the VIP with the movie stars." *Two shots of Synkai knocking Krychek and Eros out with his mace, followed by Panther Black Magicing someone.* "Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there. Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair." *A montage of Dave Richmond PWN3d!ing ten different people.* "Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar. Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar." *A simple shot of Dave Richmond and Drake Love staring at each other in the ring. The music continues as the screen fades into the arena to show a huge pyrotechnics display go off on this year's stage. The camera pans the cheering crowd, finding such signs as "Eros Isn't Happy!," "D4\/3 R(_)|_3$ j00," "Saint Love Saints Again," and "Ash Koopa's Gonna Koop You." The camera settles in on Steven Travis and Iron Mike.* |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 05:44 PM Post #2 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Steven: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS WINDY CITY WHIPLASH! And it's the night everyone in the company is looking forward to as Dave Richmond is going to become our first two time AWL World Heavyweight Champion! Iron Mike: Okay...I'm getting sick and tired of your "Leet Love." Steven: What do you have against our main event match and the inevitable? Iron Mike: The fact that you think Dave Richmond could ever beat Drake Love for a title that Drake Love beat him for. Steven: DRAKE LOVE HAS NEVER PINNED DAVE RICHMOND! IT HASN'T BEEN PROVEN! Iron Mike: Well, it will be tonight...But also on the card, we have a ladder match between Eros Mako and Synkai Daythona where the winner of that match gets the chance to compete against the champ whenever the hell he feels like it. Steven: Dave Richmond will never agree to that... Iron Mike: Says you...He'll be contractually obligated to IF he wins...And judging by how Richmond's been running from the champ these past few weeks, I highly doubt he will. Steven: I'm getting tired of talking about Drake Love losing to Dave Richmond...Let's talk about something else... Iron Mike: Like? Steven: Rurik Krychek winning the Diamond AND Hardcore Titles in the same night. Iron Mike: Well...To do that, he's gotta go through five other people who want those belts just as bad as he does. I mean, with six people going for the hardcore title for 20 minutes, it's highly possible we could have numerous multitime hardcore champions...And with all that carnage, it could get ugly. Steven: If you want to discuss things that could get ugly, let's discuss what could be quite possibly the ugliest in AWL... Iron Mike: Hunter Weiss and Snake? Steven: I sure as hell hope you mean that their match is going to get ugly. Iron Mike: Pfft...Yeah right. Weiss has scars all over his face, and Snake wears a mask...How much uglier can you get? Steven: Well, once Fox Strife and Snake reveal their stipulations for the match, lets just say if people didn't consider them ugly before the match, they might want to prepare to shun those two to ugly island. Iron Mike: Wait...Aren't we supposed to be impartial? Steven: When haven't we been? Iron Mike: May 19th of last year... Steven: Let's kick it off to- All of a sudden, the PA system kicks into life with the hard beats of “Go With The Flow” by Queens of The Stoen Age, essentially killing the buzz of the fans within the United Center, as El Bizkito and Senór Aqua burst through the curtain and make their way across the stage. The two young up-starts rush down the ramp and begin slapping hands with the disinterested fans, before running around the ringside area to continue their series of high-fives. Mike: “Uh, what’s this all about? Why are these two punks out here?” Steven: “Funny you should ask that. We have ourselves a special attraction match that was only added to the card this afternoon. It seems that this tag team contest is a qualifier match for the upcoming tournament. Whichever team wins, they are essentially guaranteed a spot..” Mike: “Well, couldn’t they have thrown this match on the pre-show, instead of eating up valuable time that the good people at home have paid for?” Steven: “But, there isn’t a pre-show..” Mike: “Exactly.” As the two partners meet in front of the announce table, they turn toward the ring and slide under the bottom rope, then quickly get to their feet and head to opposite sides of the squared circle to pose for the crowd. Senór Aqua heads across the ring to join his partner facing the camera as Matthew Gooding takes centre stage with a microphone in hand. Matthew: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is a pre-tournament exhibition match. Introducing to you first, currently standing in the ring, at a combined weight of four-hundred pounds, and hailing from Mexico City, Mexico. They are El Bizkito and Senór Aqua; LOS LUCHAS!!” Upon hearing their names, Senór Aqua and El Bizkito throw their arms up, then climb the ropes and begin yelling for the fans to make some noise in support. After a few mild cheers, attentions turn toward the stage as the PA rallies back with “How Soon Is Now?” by The Smiths, resulting in another round of silence from the fans. After a few seconds, a bulky man with black hair and dressed in a red t-shirt emerges from the curtain and raises his arms above his head, then motions behind him as a hulking bald man in shorts and a defined man with a black mullet wearing trunks step onto the stage. The leading man motions to his associates and heads down the ramp, and the duo follow as the mullet man walks in silence, whilst the bald man beats his chest and throws his arms up. Matthew: “And their opponents, being lead to the ring by Maxx Anderson. They weigh in at a combined five-hundred and forty-two pounds, and they come to us from Reading, England. This is HiM and Krusher, K-2!!” As the trio reach ringside, Maxx heads up the steps, whilst the bald Krusher pulls himself onto the apron and the mullet-wearing HiM slides under the bottom rope into the squared circle. Krusher quickly ducks through the ropes and turns to his left, then climbs onto the second turnbuckle pad and beats his chest, as Maxx joins his clients in the ring and begins yelling at their opponents, whilst HiM stands in silence. Mike: “These guys are from Reading, England? More Brits?” Steven: “Not just any old Brits, Mike. Maxx, the guy in the t-shirt, actually trained our Diamond Champion, Ash Koopa, as well as the other two, HiM and Krusher. They used to compete with Ash back in England and, I must say, I’m surprised to see them here tonight. I guess Ash pulled some strings or something, but it’s not as if these three are unfamiliar with a few of our top stars..” Mike: “Maybe not with the stars, but certainly with the fans. They’re bigger nobodies than Los Luchas, and other than a few wins over Chill, they’re pretty big nobodies themselves..” Steven: “Even still, if I remember correctly, this trio have had run-ins with the likes of Slambo, Jin Ryusaki, Seven, Chill and Neo Carner. Their presence here in the Action Wrestling League may grab the attention of a few people in the back, not for their ability, but simply for their history and associates.” Mike: “So they have a reputation. Pardon the cliché, but big whoop..” Steven: “Regardless of your opinion, both teams have a big opportunity. El Bizkito and Senór Aqua haven’t been seen since the original inception of this company, whilst HiM and Krusher just haven’t been seen. I really have no idea what to expect out of this.. Maxx calls Krusher down from the ropes and brings his two clients together, then gives them a few words of encouragement and begins shouting at Senór Aqua and El Bizkito, before making his way over to the ropes and climbing out to ringside. HiM and Krusher smack fists with one another, then turn to face their opponents as El Bizkito and Senór Aqua extend their hands, looking for a handshake from the new duo. Slowly extending their hands for the shake, HiM and Krusher suddenly lunge forward and catch Senór Aqua and El Bizkito respectively with kicks to the mid-section, forcing both members of Los Luchas to double up in pain. As HiM lays into Senór Aqua with forearms to the jaw, Krusher viciously clubs El Bizkito across the back, forcing the referee to signal the bell and officially start the match. [align=center]=-=-=[/align] Steven: “And we’re off! The first match of Windy City Whiplash is officially underway and it’s the new team of HiM and Krusher that are currently in control of the situation!” Mike: “Impressive start. These boys appear to know what they’re doing..” As Krusher delivers another vicious clubbing forearm to the back of El Bizkito, HiM boots Senór Aqua in the mid-section and quickly throws him through the ropes to ringside, before turning his attention to his partner. HiM helps Krusher pull El Bizkito to his feet, then the two partners each grab one of El Bizkito’sarms and launch him across the ring into the far set of ropes with an Irish whip. As El Bizkito rebounds off the ropes, Krusher grabs his partner’s left arm and whips HiM toward the on-coming opponent, allowing HiM to score with a vicious clothesline that causes El Bizkito to turn inside-out before hitting the canvas. Before El Bizkito can really accept the pain, Krusher begins stomping on his left arm, pushing El Bizkito toward the ropes, before HiM jumps up and drives his knee into El Bizkito’shead, causing him to roll off of the apron and slump on the ringside mats. Steven: “What a clothesline that was! It damn near decapitated El Bizkito!” Mike: “I think decapitation is the last thing El Bizkito needs to worry about. His pooper just became his mouth and vice versa.” Steven: “Then he’ll be talking out of his backside, much like you do, Mike.” HiM and Krusher turn back toward the centre of the ring as Senór Aqua pulls himself onto the apron and slingshots onto the top rope, then throws his feet forward and dives across the squared circle, scoring with a double-footed dropkick to HiM’s chest. As he hits the canvas, Senór Aqua kips back up to his feet and rushes at Krusher, narrowly ducking under an attempted clothesline, before hooking Krusher’s head and dropping to the mat for a neckbreaker, then floats over for a lateral press. [align=center]ONE TW-[/align] As HiM lunges in for an elbow drop, Senór Aqua quickly releases the pin and rolls out of the way, resulting in HiM nailing his fallen partner in the chest. Blinded by confusion, HiM tries to apologise to his partner, only for Senór Aqua to blindside him with a blistering knife edge chop to the chest. With Maxx shouting on from ringside, HiM quickly gets back to his feet and is caught with a second knife edge chop from Senór Aqua, who then grabs HiM’s left wrist and executes an Irish whip, only for HiM to counter and send Senór Aqua into the ropes. Instead of rebounding, Senór Aqua manages to grab hold of the ropes and taunts his opponent, prompting HiM to rush forward in attack mode, only for Senór Aqua to duck down and elevate HiM over the ropes, sending him crashing down to ringside. Mike: “So much for that advantage they had, then..” Steven: “It appears to be speed versus size and power. HiM and Krusher have a lot of weight on both Senór Aqua and El Bizkito, as well as having their size to their advantage.” Mike: “It’s like two peas going against two oranges. The oranges may be big and juicy, but they can squash the peas with no hassle. Not that any of this is relevant..” Turning back to his larger opponent, Senór Aqua tries to pull Krusher up from the canvas, only for Krusher to grab his left arm and attempt a Fujiwara armbar takedown, prompting Senór Aqua to roll forward onto his back and reverse the pressure. Senór Aqua quickly kips up to his feet and uses his momentum to wrench Krusher’s arm around into a spinning wristlock, only for Krusher to over-power his opponent and reverse the hold on Senór Aqua. In a bid to escape the wristlock, Senór Aqua cartwheels over to his hands and back onto his feet to reverse the hold, only for Krusher to pull Senór Aqua in and floor him with a vicious short-arm clothesline. Still holding onto Senór Aqua’s left arm, Krusher pulls his opponent back up to his feet, then yanks him forward and delivers a second brutal short-arm clothesline, sending Senór Aqua sprawling to the canvas. Steven: “Absolutely brutal. These guys are like a two-man wrecking crew with those clotheslines..” Mike: “They’re pretty rough looking lariats, I’ll give ‘em that much. I think if Krusher went for the pin now, he’d have a pretty good chance of winning the match. Senór Aqua looks as though he’s out of it..” As HiM climbs back onto the apron with encouragement from Maxx, Krusher looks around at the Chicago crowd, then pulls Senór Aqua up from the mat by his hair, earning Krusher a warning from the referee. With no resistance from Senór Aqua, Krusher scoops his opponent up and throws him down in the centre of the ring for a body slam, then quickly follows up with an elbow to the chest. Looking over to his partner, Krusher pulls Senór Aqua up from the canvas and leads him toward the K-2 corner, then makes the tag to HiM, bringing him into the match. As Krusher holds Senór Aqua’s arms behind his back, HiM stares blankly at his lifeless opponent, then jams his index finger into Senór Aqua’s right eye, drawing a few laughs from the fans. Mike: “How about that double team offence, eh? Poke to the eye.. wow..” Steven: “It was certainly different, and actually quite illegal. But I think HiM and Krusher are toying with Senór Aqua right now. Almost like a lion hunting a dead zebra, just for kicks..” Mike: “And here I am thinking that my oranges versus peas analogy was bad.” Krusher releases his grip on Senór Aqua, allowing the battered wrestler to slump to his knees, and steps out to the apron as HiM rocks Senór Aqua with a forearm to the temple. HiM pulls Senór Aqua to his feet and forces him into a standing headscissor, then jumps up and brings all of his weight down onto the back of Senór Aqua’s neck, before gut-wrenching his opponent up and dropping backward to the canvas for a piledriver. Mike: “Big piledriver by HiM, but it doesn’t appear that he wants a pin.” Steven: “He’s the lion and Senór Aqua is a dead zebra that he’s toying with. That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Of course he isn’t going to pin him just yet..” With Maxx calling for more offence, El Bizkito slowly pulls himself onto the apron and reaches through the ropes, desperately looking to tag his partner. HiM quickly gets to his feet and pulls Senór Aqua up, then motions to Krusher, who leans forward over the top rope, allowing HiM to slam Senór Aqua’s head into Krusher’s skull, causing Senór Aqua to stagger backward and slump on the canvas. Rubbing his head from the impact, Krusher extends his hand for the tag, only for HiM to headbutt his partner and knock himself silly in the process. Steven: “I.. uh.. unorthodox tag by HiM..” Mike: “I don’t think unorthodox is the word. He headbutted his own partner for the tag, but pretty much scrambled his own fried eggs in the process. Krusher doesn’t even seem phased..” As HiM pulls himself off the mat and staggers out to the apron, Maxx begins berating him for assaulting his own partner, only for Krusher to laugh it all off and climb through the ropes. Krusher pulls Senór Aqua up from the canvas and slaughters him with a right hand haymaker to the jaw, sending Senór Aqua sprawling into the ropes, whilst El Bizkito begins calling for his partner, prompting Krusher to turn and rush across the ring, only for El Bizkito to jump down to the ringside mats. As Krusher turns back toward his legal opponent, Senór Aqua staggers the big man with a desperate forearm to the chest, then follows with a kick to the mid-section, forcing Krusher to double up. Senór Aqua pauses for a second to catch his breathe, then rushes forward and performs a sunset flip, only for Krusher to keep his balance and reach down, grabbing Senór Aqua by the throat with both hands for an illegal choke. As the referee reaches the count of three, Krusher drags Senór Aqua to his feet, then applies a front waistlock and throws him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex, sending Senór Aqua sailing across the ring. Mike: “That was one Hell of a throw. This Kruncher guy is throwing Senór Aqua around the ring like an anorexic Barbie doll!” Steven: “I can’t really argue that, other than the fact that his name is Krusher, and not Kruncher.” Mike: “So I got his name wrong. Again, big whoop..” Despite landing hard, Senór Aqua desperately begins crawling toward his partner, only for Krusher to stomp viciously on his left shoulder. As Krusher pulls Senór Aqua to his feet, he begins yelling at El Bizkito, then turns Senór Aqua around and lifts him for a belly-to-back suplex, only for Senór Aqua to flip through and land on his feet, before backing himself into the ropes. Krusher quickly turns around in confusion as Senór Aqua rebounds off the ropes for a flying forearm, only for Krusher to duck down and drive his shoulder into Senór Aqua’s ribs for a brutal standing tackle, straight into a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO TH- EL BIZKITO MAKES THE SAVE!![/align] Steven: “Nice save by El Bizkito. I very much doubt Senór Aqua could have kicked out of that. He practically broke himself in half by running into Krusher’s tackle..” Mike: “I’ve never seen a tackle executed like that. Senór Aqua did all the leg work and Krusher got the pay-off. Brilliant stuff, making the opponent mow themselves down..” Steven: “Maxx has taught these two well, it would appear. If their mean streak is anything like Ash’s, I’d say that K-2 have a decent future ahead of them here..” Desperate to change the tide of the match, El Bizkito pushes past the referee and catches Krusher with a low roundhouse kick to the back of his head before he can make it to his feet, dazing the big man for a second. El Bizkito tries for another shot, only for the referee to intercept and push him back toward the Los Luchas corner, much to the delight of Maxx at ringside. Steven: “That might be the first thing the referee has done right this match and it couldn’t have been a worse thing to have done for Los Luchas. Whilst K-2 have taken advantage of the rules, Los Luchas seem to be getting punished for everything..” Mike: “Mainly because no-one likes them..” As the referee deals with El Bizkito, HiM quickly climbs through the ropes and rushes forward, delivering a running stomp to the back of Senór Aqua’s head, before allowing Krusher to pull Senór Aqua to his feet. With Senór Aqua dazed on his feet, HiM hooks him from the side in preparation for a side Russian leg sweep as Krusher runs himself into the ropes and rebounds with a vile kick to Senór Aqua’s face, before HiM snaps backward and drives the back of Senór Aqua’s head into the canvas. HiM quickly floats over and makes a pin cover as Maxx calls the referee away from El Bizkito, only for the referee to argue that HiM isn’t the legal man. In protest, Krusher claps his hands together, only for the referee to begin a count against HiM, prompting the illegal man to quickly roll across the canvas and under the bottom rope to ringside. Steven: “Looks like the referee is wising up to HiM and Krusher’s antics..” Mike: “Why do you keep referring to him as ‘the referee’?” Steven: “Because I don’t know his real name, okay? Is that a problem, Mike?” Mike: “Not at all. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t alone on that matter. I think our referees need identity cards or to have their names on the back of their shirts, like football players. Maybe even have numbers on their backs..” Steven: “Why on earth would we need to number the referees..” Glaring at the referee, HiM climbs back onto the apron as Krusher pulls Senór Aqua to his feet and wrenches his arm around into a wristlock, then tags out to his partner. As HiM begins to climb the turnbuckles, Krusher pulls Senór Aqua’s left arm to his chest and snaps backward to the canvas for a jumping arm breaker, then rolls out of the way as HiM dives down and drives his elbow into the back of Senór Aqua’s neck. Opting not to pin, HiM sits down on his opponent’s back and hooks Senór Aqua’s arms across his legs, before pulling back on his chin for a camel clutch. As El Bizkito rallies the crowd from the apron in a series of claps, Senór Aqua desperately tries to fight the hold, only for HiM to push his head down and flip Senór Aqua forward into a back mounted clutch for a pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- KICK-OUT!![/align] Steven: “I have no idea how Senór Aqua just kicked out of the Gedo Clutch! He has been absolutely battered in this match, but he seems to be getting stronger with every hit..” Mike: “Must be the ‘roids. That kid is gassed up..” Steven: “I can’t believe you can sit there and say that sort of crap.” As the crowd begin clapping and cheering for Senór Aqua, HiM tries to pull Senór Aqua to his feet, only for Senór Aqua to trap HiM in a front facelock and pull him into a small package. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE NO!! KICK-OUT!![/align] With Maxx ranting in shock from ringside, HiM jumps to his feet and rushes at Senór Aqua, hooking him from behind with a headlock, before lunging forward and planting Senór Aqua face-first into the canvas with a bulldog. Mike: “Close call there..” Steven: “Like I said, Senór Aqua seems to be getting stronger and stronger. And he almost stole the match from right under HiM’s nose..” HiM quickly pulls Senór Aqua to his feet and rocks him with a forearm to the jaw, then spins Senór Aqua around and lifts him for a belly-to-back suplex, only to rush forward and dump Senór Aqua on the top turnbuckle pad of the K-2 corner, before tagging out. As Krusher climbs through the ropes, HiM nails a vicious forearm to Senór Aqua’s lower back, then ducks out to the apron. With Senór Aqua dazed, Krusher turns his back on his opponent and reaches up, holding Senór Aqua across his right shoulder, then pulls him away from the turnbuckles in a Canadian backbreaker rack. Krusher proudly parades around the ring before dropping Senór Aqua forward and driving his out-stretched knee into Senór Aqua’s left shoulder. Opting not to pin, Krusher gets back to his feet, only to dive forward and deliver a headbutt to Senór Aqua’s left shoulder. Mike: “Krusher seems very meticulous, working the Hell out of that left arm with power moves, rather than wrestling holds. I like it; it’s different..” Steven: “These two obviously know how to play to their strengths, though it may have been smarter to work on the legs, taking away Senór Aqua’s aerial game.” Mike: “Don’t start trying to criticise people’s work, Travis. I’ve warned you before..” Krusher gets to his feet and reaches down, viciously clubbing Senór Aqua across the back, then grabs two handfuls of hair and pulls Senór Aqua up from the canvas, before leading him across the ring and slamming him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad of the K-2 corner. As Krusher forces Senór Aqua into a standing headscissor, he makes the tag to HiM, who quickly climbs through the ropes and charges toward the far set of ropes. As HiM rebounds, Krusher gutwrenches Senór Aqua up onto his shoulders and looks to hit a powerbomb, only for Senór Aqua to snap backward and counter with a hurracanrana, sending Krusher sprawling forward into the turnbuckles. A split second later, HiM collides with his partner, hitting HiM with an avalanching forearm to the side of Krusher’s head. Steven: “Good Lord, what the Hell just happened?” Mike: “I think Krusher was going to bomb Senór Aqua into the turnbuckles, but got countered and HiM just didn’t react in time to stop. There was a malfunction at the junction, you might say..” Steven: “No kidding! Senór Aqua’s got a real chance to tag out here!” With the crowd rallying behind him, Senór Aqua begins to make his way toward El Bizkito, who desperately hangs over the top rope with his arm out-stretched for the hot tag. Not wanting his charges to lose their momentum, Maxx begins yelling at HiM, whilst Krusher slumps backward against the turnbuckles in a daze from the heavy hit. Realising the situation, HiM quickly rushes across the ring and looks to nail El Bizkito with a forearm, only for El Bizkito to duck between the top and middle ropes, driving his shoulder into HiM’s mid-section. As HiM staggers away clutching his ribs, Senór Aqua staggers forward and throws HiM over his shoulder with a back body drop, before lunging forward and making the tag to El Bizkito, bringing his partner into the match. Steven: “El Bizkito got the tag!” El Bizkito quickly slingshots over the top rope and charges across the ring toward the K-2 corner, then lunges forward and launches his shoulder into Krusher’s mid-section, driving him backward into the turnbuckles. El Bizkito quickly ducks backward and opens with a series of forearms to Krusher’s chest, then glances over his shoulder and dives out of the way as HiM rushes in and collides with partner for the second time. HiM staggers out of the corner in a daze, as El Bizkito quickly jumps onto the middle rope and springboards backward, then twists around and hooks HiM in a front facelock, before swinging around and planting HiM head-first with a tornado DDT. Steven: “There’s the Bizkit Breaker! El Bizkito is on fire!” Quickly crawling across the canvas, El Bizkito climbs on top of HiM and hooks both legs for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THRE- KRUSHER BREAKS THE COUNT!![/align] Krusher pulls El Bizkito to his feet and shoves him backward into the ropes, then tries to scoop El Bizkito up on the rebound, only for the momentum to send him up and over, landing behind Krusher. Quickly regaining his bearings, El Bizkito jumps up and scores with a dropkick to Krusher’s back, sending him sprawling forward and through the ropes to ringside. Mike: “The momentum has completely shifted in this match! I don’t believe it, but it looks as though El Bizkito and Senór Aqua might actually have a chance of winning this thing!” Steven: “You forget that anything is possible in the world of professional wrestling. If the fans are behind you, at some point or another, you’re going to get that burst of adrenaline, just like this!” Mike: “I know. I hate it.” As Maxx begins to go insane at ringside, El Bizkito pulls HiM up to his feet and rocks him with an overhand chop to the chest, then follows with a forearm to the jaw, before finishing with a kick to the mid-section. With HiM dazed, El Bizkito goes behind and lifts his opponent from the canvas, before dropping backward for a belly-to-back suplex close to the ropes. El Bizkito gets to his feet and makes the tag to his weary partner, then turns his attention toward Krusher and slingshots himself over the top rope for a crossbody, only for Krusher to catch El Bizkito, much to everyone’s disbelief. Krusher quickly looks around, then lunges backward and throws El Bizkito overhead with a fall away slam, sending him crashing into the mats at the bottom of the ramp. Steven: “And just like that, the momentum seemingly swings back in the favour of HiM and Krusher. It only takes one mistake..” Mike: “Yeah, and that mistake may just have cost El Bizkito the ability to feel his legs!” Trying to maintain his focus on the match, Senór Aqua slowly makes his way along the ring apron and slingshots himself onto the top rope, then dives forward for a splash on HiM, only for Krusher to pull HiM out of the way at the last second, resulting in Senór Aqua colliding with the canvas. As Krusher climbs into the ring, HiM staggers to his feet and hooks the grounded Senór Aqua in a reverse waistlock, then drags him to his feet and falls backward with a slow-motion German suplex, viciously dumping Senór Aqua on the back of his head. Mike: “A dead-lift German?! I don’t think Senór Aqua can even be alive after that..” Amazingly, Senór Aqua staggers to his feet in a show of defiance, only for Krusher to cut him off with a kick to the mid-section, before grabbing his left wrist and sending Senór Aqua charging into the ropes. On the rebound, HiM and Krusher execute a double hiptoss, only to catch Senór Aqua in their arms, before nodding to one another and throwing Senór Aqua up into the air, allowing Krusher to drive him down with a kneeling powerbomb whilst HiM catches Senór Aqua with a neckbreaker at the same time. Mike: “That is it. Senór Aqua’s dead.” Steven: “An incredible powerbomb and neckbreaker combination move! I think you’re right, Mike, this match is over..” As Krusher gets to his feet and watches for any intruders, HiM climbs onto Senór Aqua and cradles the far leg for the pin attempt. [align=center]ONE TWO THREE[/align] A mixed reaction escapes from the crowd; a combination of applause for the match and jeers for the winners. Maxx quickly climbs into the ring and raises the arms of his clients as “How Soon Is Now?” hits the PA system for the second time tonight. Matthew: “The winners of the match, via pinfall, the team of HiM and Krusher; K-2!!” |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 05:45 PM Post #3 |
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Whilst HiM continues to have his hand raised, Krusher breaks free of Maxx’s grip and begins stomping on Senór Aqua’s left arm, prompting the referee to intervene. As the referee tries to push Krusher away, Maxx steps between the two men and leads Krusher away, allowing the referee to check on Senór Aqua’s condition. With the victory under their belt, Maxx motions to his two clients and then climbs out of the ring, before jumping down to ringside. As Maxx heads up the ramp, HiM and Krusher give chase and follow their manager toward the backstage area, with Krusher taunting the fans as they go. Mike: “I hate to say it, but that was quite the impressive opening match for Windy City Whiplash. These fans didn’t know who two of those guys were, and they just didn’t care for the other two. But now, the fans are on their feet and are ready for the rest of the show..” Steven: “Not only that, but we now know that K-2 are pretty much set for the tournament. With Maxx Anderson guiding them, they’ve got a good chance of going far..” Mike: “And even if they’d have lost the match, I don’t think that Senór Aqua and El Bizkito would’ve been in any condition to compete. They’ve been broken in half Decimated, even. I don’t think I’ve seen those two kids fight so valiantly and get destroyed so easily..” Steven: “It wasn’t exactly easy for K-2, but it probably won’t be considered the most challenging match of their career..” Mike: “I think it’ll be interesting to see those guys in a competitive match against the likes of Travis Bane and Mike Stryker. Or even Daye and Night. These two might just be the saviours of tag wrestling..” Steven: “Do you ever listen to yourself talk? Anyway, let’s head to the back folks..” The scene opens with Ajax Whethers (of The Longshots) drinking his third can of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Nova Lynn Jackson, his tag team partner, is knocking back a bottle of Killian's Irish Red. Ajax: Now, we're probably going to be facing one of these teams in the tourney, so watch carefully. Nova: You got it, Ajax. Eyes are pealed, ears are open, and mind is... Well, it's the usual. Ajax snickers slightly as he finishes off the can. He stops drinking at this point, not wanting to get TOO buzzed. Ajax: By the by, I heard about Carlos. How you taking that? Ajax tone is very matter-o-fact, but Nova knows, he still cares. Nova: I changed my phone number, and I told my mom she shoulda told him I died. I... Part of me misses him, but that part of me is weak. I don't wanna be that little girl anymore. Ajax shrugs. Ajax: Then don't be. 'Sides, if he comes around, ole Ajax can break his pretty little nose. There's a sound, something like a bird call or something equally inappropriate for the inside of an arena. The camera pans, and catches the sight of two men walking down the hall. One, the shorter of the two, is the one making all the noise with his hands around his mouth, sounding not much unlike an owl in the middle of strangling. The other man, the taller of the two (the much, much taller at two inches sigh of seven feet) is quiet, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The smaller man is laughing about something, excited even. He's talking too fast for the camera to really pick up what he's saying. He stops,. however, when he sees the monitor showing the action in the ring. Or, actually, when he sees who's looking at it. Rand: I smell tits. Nova: Eww, Ajax! I just showered, you shoulda told me I smelled icky!! Ajax looks over at the smaller of the two. This man moves past Ajax, shoving him out of the way in the process. He leans in and sniffs Nova Lynn. With a long... sort of creepy breath. Nova slaps him, backing up in disgust. Nova: It's sniffing me!! That man holds his face, and laughs. He grins. He hasn't even looked at Ajax. With the camera closer, it's easy to see that he's Rand Terra, one half of the team "Dragon Inc".The man with him is standing in the background, watching the monitor like nothing happened. That man is William Trevelan, Rand's tag team partner. Rand: Damn. You know, I got a girl. Plan to marry me. The last time we boned, she slapped like that. It makes me hard, you know what I mean? You wanna see, right? Ajax shoots up, his chair flying away from him. He grabs the shoulders of the smaller man, lifts him HIGH in the air, and places him away from Nova. He then spins the punk around, grabs his shirt, and raises him face to face. Ajax: There a fucking problem here!? And that was where William stepped in. He didn't really do much... just sort of grabbed his smaller cohart by the scruff of his neck and pulled him away from Ajax' grip. Nova turns to the larger guy, rubbing her neck and feeling filthy. Nova: Your friend is a dick. Ajax is gonna kick his ass. Ajax responds by popping his neck and rubbing his knuckles. Rand: Yeah, yeah, what, that's right! You lucky my boy here pulled me up off of you, what?! I was finna' BLAST you in the grill! William: Translation. I stepped in before he swung. Rand: Yeah, yeah! Ajax looks down at the guy at laughs. Nova: Oh, shut up. Nobody here believes you, you creepy hobo. Ajax: It's sad that your friend has to translate you. Get out of here before I break your nose. Nova: And brush your teeth. Your breath is rank. And Rand laughs. A hearty, sort of dark, almost sinister laugh. Rand: Might as well tell ya' my name. I'm Rand Terra. That's T-E-R-R-A. And this here's William Trevelan. Since the two of you ain't boning, we're guessing that you're a tag team or something. This girl ain't higher than a seven... so she ain't cha' valet. So we'll break it to ya' propa', ya' know? We're taking over this joint. So stay back here and watch TV. Not unless you wanna play in the back, chica. Ajax quirks an eyebrow. Rand strokes Nova's chin. Ajax grabs Rand's head and shoves him back. Ajax: You're not very smart, are you? Ajax looks up at the bigger guy. Nova visibly bristles. Nova: Not higher than a seven!? And it's STILL touching her? Bitch, you take your stank Cockney-Mexi accent and shove it up your ass. Ajax: You seem like the smarter of the two. Mind calmin' your friend down? Nova: Yeah. Put a muzzle on your animal. William looked down at Ajax. He sighs, and shrugs. Then he starts to walk away. This was while Rand was rearing back and, for lack of a better term, pumping up. Rand: You don't even KNOW me like THAT! I'll kick that ass from here to New Orleans. You know what... whatever... haha... okay... whatever... Rand follows William's lead and starts to walk away. Rand: I gotchu'. Tehehe. Pork ya' later, Tits. Ajax grabs Nova's Killiam, shattering the bottle, leaving the sharp end in his hand. Ajax: Whenever you feel froggy, short stack. Nova turns to Ajax, eyes wide Nova: Is he for real, or is he pretending to be that much of a dick? Ajax: O...kiay? Ajax shakes his head. Ajax: What a moron. Nova: Seriously. If this were Macy*s, I'd have his ass canned for sexual harassment. As it is, I just feel better about destroying this guy in the ring. Ajax takes a whiff. Ajax: You do smell like tits. Nova: What?! Nova leans down and sniffs, finding all to be satisfactory. Nova: Oh, fuck off, Jaxi. The camera shifts to in front of the retreating Rand Terra and William Trevelan. Rand is laughing a bit, and William is just nodding. A body juts in front of them though. And the camera. The camera slides around, to reveal that it's none other than Beverly Houston. Beverly Houston: Tits, huh? Rand: Oh baby, c'mon. Did you SEE her? That's all the girl had. Tits. Beverly reaches out and grabs Rand by the ear. He screeches. She tugs him away. She's talking fast, and what's worse is that sounds almost like some gibberish language consiting of part English, part Japanese and part Spanish. The camera settles on William... who shrugs. We cut again to the parking lot where we see Fox Strife and Snake standing in front of a large piece of black cloth that's beign used to cover something...Obviously. Fox has a large grin on his face, as Snake is standing there putting on his wrist tape and adjusting it to his liking. Fox: Hunter...You're time here in the AWL is almost up. You challened us to come up with the most demonic deathmatch that we could come up with, and come up with the most demonic deathmatch we did. What we have behind us is so sick and twisted that a normal wrestling ring won't be able to contain it, which is why we're going to be competing in the parking lot. Fox gives off a slight laugh, as Snake stretches his neck quickly before speaking. Snake: Weiss...You may say that you've locked Slambo away for good, but what we have behind us is a key to that cell. Tonight we're going to lock you back into the solitary confinement of Slambo the Clown's mind, and bring back what was once a man loved by all. With what we've got behind us...We're going to take you to the uknown, beat you to a bloody pulp, then leave your rotting corpse to die. Snake and Fox give off another chuckle as we cut back to the commentary table. Steven: Wait...What does he mean by "We"? Fox is cleared to wrestle! Iron Mike: Steve-O...Obviouly the "We" refers to Snake and whatever the hell is under that black tarp...Kinda like how Al Snow used to refer to Head as a real person, obviously, Snake's got something, that in his mind, is a living, breathing entity. Matt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a four way tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. If someone breaks up a pin or submission, or if someone rolls out of the ring, it will count as a legal tag. Introducing first... Byzantine's "Jeremiad" begins to blare through the arena and the lights quickly dim down as the entrance is lit up by white and red strobe lights. Once the song really begins to start with the lead singer OJ screaming the vocals, Heretic jumps out from behind the curtain and Syn follows by walking out behind him. While Heretic is banging his head to the music, Syn just stands there observing the cheering fans in attendance. The two men begin to walk down to the ring while the flashing of the strobes follow them as the lighting moves right along their path. After Syn reaches up and grabs the middle rope and uses it to pull himself up to the apron, Heretic slides in underneath the bottom rope. The two men pace around the ring as the lights go back to normal and the music fades away. Matt: At a combined weight of 435 pounds...Syn and Heretic...[/b]THE BLOODLINE!!![/b] "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: Introducing second...At a combined weight of 461 pounds...Joe Daye and Sammy Night...DAYE AND NIGHT!!! "King Nothing" by Metalica begins to play over the PA system as Travis Bane and Mike Stryker begin to make their way down to ringside to a chorus of boos from the fans. Bane and Stryker totally ignore the fans in the crowd and keep their eyes locked on the two teams already in the ring. They climb into the ring and do their respective taunts before taking a spot in one of the corners of the ring. Matt: The third team in this match....At a combined weight of 461 pounds...MIKE STRYKER AND TRAVIS BANE!!! The PA kicks into life with "Sky High" as Joey and Chris emerge from the back with a spring in their step, then make their way down the aisle whilst slapping hands with the fans. The two men charge at the ring and slide under the bottom rope, then climb to their feet and head to opposite sides of the ring, taunting the fans as they jump onto the middle rope. Matt: And finally...At a combined weight of 392 pounds...Joey Bourne and Chris Young...BOURNE YOUNG!!! There's bickering from all four teams as to who's going to start the match, that is, until we see Bane and Stryker dart across the ring and go after Bourne Young. Syn, Heretic, Joe, and Sammy all try to get in their shots on Bane and Stryker, but the referee in the match acts quickly and sends the four men to their respective corners. Travis Bane continues his assualt on Joey Bourne as the referee is finally able to get Mike Stryker to his corner and helps Chris Young to his. Bane stomps on Bourne a few seconds, then grabs Joey's foot, pulls him towards the middle of the ring, drops an elbow, and quickly makes a pin, but doesn't even get a one count. Before Joey has a chance to bat an eyelash, Mike Stryker has come off the top rope with a hard elbow drop after being tagged in by Travis. Mike picks up Joey and hits Joey a couple of times in the head with right and left jabs. Mike then back Joey into the ropes and whips him into the ropes, hitting a spinebuster in the middle of the ring and quickly floating over for a pin. [align=center]One... Kickout![/align] Iron Mike: Hah! We're not even a minute into this match, and Joey's already losing! Steven: Well, they're isolating Joey Bourne from being able to tag out. Smart teaming by Bane and Stryker. Mike tags Travis back in and the duo lift up Joey and connect with a double suplex. Mike gets up to his feet and returns to the ring apron as Travis bounces off the ropes and drops a knee to the head of Joey Bourne. Travis laughs at Joey and slaps him in the head a few times as he raises him up to his feet. Joey bats away Travis' hands and starts to get in a few quick forearm shots before bouncing off the ropes and running right into a hard right clothesline. Bane kneels next to Joey's body, shakes and points to his head with a sly grin before quickly hooking the leg for a pin attempt. [align=center]One... Tw-Kickout![/align] Steven: Almost a two count. Iron Mike: Joey needs to just give it up...He's not going to win the match...None of them are! Travis picks up Joey and backs him into his team's corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and starts to repeatedly punch Joey in the head. Travis jumps off the turnbuckle and takes a few steps back and signals for Joey to come at him. Joey stumbles around some, but is eventually able to stagger his way over to Travis Bane. Travis grabs Joey around the waist and lifts him up and brings him down onto his knee with a reverse atomic drop. Joey bounces up a bit then holds his nether regions as Travis kisses his fist, pulls back, and lets his right hand fly. Joey, on the other hand is able to get an arm up and blocks the right hand attempt, and lets loose with a right hand of his own. Travis tries to throw another right, only for it to be blocked as well. Joey starts to pick up his pace with forearms and bounces off the ropes. Travis anticipates this and throws another arm out for a clothesline, but Joey ducks it and slides under the bottom rope. Travis turns and yells for Joey to get back into the ring. Travis backs up briefly, then bumps into Chris Young...Who had a made a blind tag. Steven: Travis forgot about the special rules for this match! Iron Mike: He has a plan...I know it! Travis quickly backs away from Chris and signals that he wants to face Sammy. Chris looks at the crowd, and the crowd cheers for him to do it. Chris looks over at Sammy, who puts his hand out for the tag, and Chris obliges, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Iron Mike: See? What'd I tell ya! Travis wants to bring Sammy in so he can beat him again! Sammy climbs into the ring and the duo begin to circle each other, but as soon as Sammy starts to advance, Travis tags in Syn and quickly bails to the outside, thus prompting the crowd to boo. Steven: Well, Sammy was going to be facing Bane, but Bane quickly tagged out to Syn. Sammy stares a hole through Travis as he and Mike laugh in the corner. Chris also looks as though he's about ready to tear Travis limb from limb, but those feelings fade as Sammy and Chris begin to circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Sammy quickly turns the move into a side headlock, but Chris is able to counter that with a back suplex. Sammy has other things in store as he is able to roll out of it and land on it feet. Sammy quickly grabs around the waist of Chris and looks for a german suplex, but Chris blocks that move, and quickly switches position into a back wasitlock of his own. Chris tries to hit a german suplex, but Sammy blocks that, and instead counters into a roll up pin attempt. [align=center]One.. Kickout![/align] Somehow, Chris is able to use his leg strength and roll forwards, pinning Sammy in almost the exact same predicament. [align=center]One... Kickout![/align] The duo get to their feet, Chris charges at Sammy, who pulls out a quick arm drag, and after they get to their feet again, Chris responds with one of his own. Chris tries to hit an elbow drop on Sammy, but Sammy quickly rolls out of the way and goes for one himself, but Chris is able to escape that, then throws Sammy down for a pin. [align=center]One... Kickout![/align] Chris quickly gets up and bounces off the ropes, and goes for a front elbow drop, but Sammy rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, only to be taken down with a springboard lariat from Syn off of a blind tag. Chris goes to head towards Sammy, but the referee stops him, quickly explains the situation, and sends him to his corner. Iron Mike: Counter...Reverse...Counter...Reverse...Damnit...This is just like a bad version of the Macarena! Steven: You mean there was a good version? Chis looks slightly annoyed with Syn, but doesn't want to get his team disqualified and steps onto the apron. Meanwhile, Syn has pinned Sammy, but only gets a two count. Syn picks up Sammy and whips him into the ropes, bending over for a back body drop attempt, but Sammy senses it coming and leaps over for a sunset flip pin. [align=center]One...[/align] Syn is able to counter that and springs into another pin prediction where he's laying on top of Sammy for a pin of his own. [align=center]One... Two...[/align] Sammy quickly grabs around Syn's waist and arches up, quickly respositions himself, and goes for a back slide pin. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] The two men get up to their feet, nod at each other as the crowd cheers, then tag out to their partners. Steven: What a showing from these teams...They all show they want to win just as badly as the next team. Iron Mike: But not as much as Travis Bane and Mike Stryker...They're playing it smart by staying out of the match. Heretic and Joe both step into the ring and quickly lock up in the center of the ring. Heretic quickly turns the move into a side headlock, but Joe counters that into an arm wrench. Joe quickly begins to throw a few shoulders into Heretic, along with a handful of elbows. After a few seconds of struggling, Heretic rolls forward, then does a kick up to his feet before twisting joes arm into a back hammerlock. Joe spends a few seconds trying to escape the move, but can't seem to get ahold of a body part. Joe throws a few back elbows that connect with Heretic's head, but Heretic ducks under one of them and goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Joe is able to float over and slide down Heretic's back. As he slides, Joe grabs Heretic's legs and hooks his legs under Heretic's arms, using the momentum to pull Heretic into a pin attempt. [align=center]One... Kickout![/align] Steven: Not even a two count. Joe and Heretic bot get up to their feet, and Joe ducks under a clothesline from Heretic, bounces off the ropes and ducks another clothesline attempt from Heretic, but for Heretic, the third time's the charm as he catches a flying Joe, who was attempting a calf kick, and turns to his team's corner to see Syn come flying off the top rope with a missle dropkick to Joe's midsection. Syn quickly climbs back onto the apron as Heretic swings Joe and sends him face first into the mat with a modified facebuster. Heretic goes to pin. [align=center]One... Two... Sammy makes the save![/align] Steven: Another impressive amount of coutners and reversals. Iron Mike: Hey...Macarena! Oy! Damnit...Now they got that song stuck in my head. Steven: By wrestling? Iron Mike: It's that subliminal advertising Reign's always talking about... Sammy starts to lay in a few boots to Heretic's back as Joe is seen rolling out of the ring. Sammy picks up Heretic and throws a few forearm shots before whipping him into the ropes and into a fist to the back thanks to Travis Bane. Heretic stumbles forward, holding his back in pain as the referee signals that Travis made a tag. Sammy gets a large grin on his face and signals for Travis to get into the ring whilst Travis and the referee argue over the officiality of the tag. Sammy, not wanting to wait for Travis to come to terms with what has happened, heads over to Travis, grabs him by his head and makes up Travis' mind for him. Travis quickly gets up to his feet and is met with a hard clothesline. Travis gets up to his feet again and Sammy whips Travis into the ropes and hits a back elbow. Sammy stalks Travis, who's trying to use the ropes to get to his feet. Sammy charges and takes Travis over the top rope with a clothesline. Steven: And Travis is sent to the outside! Iron Mike: Yeah...But I wonder if Sammy remembers the other modified rule of the match... And he apparently doesn't, as he walks right into a spinebuster from Mike Stryker. Mike yells at Sammy then quickly covers. [align=center]One... Two... Break-up by Joey Bourne.[/align] Joey start to throw wild right and left forearm shots to Mike's back and head. Mike starts to get to his feet and begins to overpower Joey's attacks as though they're not doing a damn thing to him. Mike whips Joey into the corner and charges with a follow up shoulder tackler, but Joey moves out of the way at the last second. Mike stumbles around, holding his shoulder, but his pain is about to move as Joey grab's Mike by the head and runs up the turnbuckle, pushes off, and comes crashing down with the Bourne Supremacy. Mike rolls out of the ring and Joey gets the crowd riled up, but forgets the modified rules as well as Travis Bane comes from behind and hits the Complete Travisty and hooks the leg for the pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... Break-up by Syn![/align] Steven: And Syn saves the match. Iron Mike: Why doesn't he save me from the song that they stuck in my head... Travis gets up to his feet and starts to knife edge chop Travis as hard as he can before pulling him in and hitting the Jackhammer. Syn hooks the leg for a pin of his own, but Sammy Night quickly breaks it up. Sammy quickly goes to work on various body parts and picks up Syn and sets him up for the Clash. With Sammy still down, Syn rolls out of the way as Heretic is seen coming from out of nowhere with the Death From Above. [align=center]One... Two... Thre-NO! Break-up by Joe Daye.[/align] Steven: Joe saves the match at the last possible second for his team! Iron Mike: BUT CAN HE CAPITALIZE ON THE MACARENA! *Pause* Damnit! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Joe begins to go to work on Heretic and whips him into the ropes. Heretic ducks under the clothesline attempt and goes for a clothesline of his own on the reboud, but Joe ducks under that and is able to quickly pull off the Daye Breaker. Joe gets up to his feet, but it hit with the Young Buck from Chris. [align=center]One... Two... Three! NO! Break-up by Mike Stryker and Travis Bane.[/align] Travis picks up Joe Daye and tosses him out of the ring. The referee looks around the outside and checks on Joe Daye, meanwhile, Mike's hit the Strykerplex on Chris Young. Travis goes and picks up the billy club and is ready to hit Chris with it, but Mike stops him. Mike gives a gesture that he wants to hit Chris with the billy club...And Travis obliges. Travis hands Mike the billy club and holds Chris in position. Mike winds up and swings as hard as he can, but he misses and accidentally hits Travis in the head. Travis slumps down to the mat in a lifeless heap, with Chris laying on top of him. Mike's demeanor quickly changes to that of being sick as he looks at what he's done. But before anything can happen, we see Joey blindside Mike out of the ring. The referee sees the pin and counts the fall. [align=center]One... Two... THREE![/align] Matt: And here are your winners...Joey Bourne and Chris Young...BOURNE YOUNG!!! Steven: BOURNE YOUNG DID IT! BOURNE YOUNG BECOME THE SECOND AND THIRD JOBBERS TO WIN A MATCH IN AWL! Iron Mike: *Singing* When I dance they call me Macarena... Steven: ...Let's cut to something else so I can help Mike get this song out of his head... |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 06:05 PM Post #4 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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*"Rockstar" by Nickelback plays again. The camera pans the crowd, whom are cheering. A DVD case spins onto the screen, and stops in the middle, showing a white case with the Ultimate-X Elimination Chamber on it, and the six participants standing in it, and the words "Dawn of Legends" above them.* Steven: Ladies and gentlemen, Dawn of Legends is now on DVD, pick it up at the concession stands, at the site, or at my van parked outside where I'm selling them totally legally. Featuring such great matches like the one with Rurik Krychek, and then that one with Dave Richmond. Iron Mike: They were in the same match. Steven: I know, it was great. Anyway, i'm told we've got Jamie Irish waiting in the back parking lot with a report where later tonight we’ll see Hunter Weiss take on Snake is a specialty match that has yet to be announced, Jamie? The scene switches to the parking lot area in the back where Jamie Irish is waiting with Fox Strife, who has had a string of head injuries lately. Behind them rests a HUGE structure about 20 feet tall, it’s in the shape of a cube and is covered by very large black sheets… Jamie Irish: Thanks Steve. I'm here with Fox Strife. Fox, you’ve suffered several bad blows to the head, back, and body over the past several months from the man we’ve all come to know, and me personally, as Hunter Weiss, and yet you will not take the cautionary steps to take time off and rest your injuries. What are you thinking? Fox Strife: Wha the...? Pffft yooo shoof.... dun ass sush stufu.... Jamie Irish: Fox? Are you all right? Fox Strife: Look man, we’ve all been through a lot over the past year. In fact, this coming Saturday marks the day that exactly a year ago, that sick Bastard Hunter Weiss was released into this world. We’ve waited this long to get that guy in a match like this tonight, and I assure you, you won’t be disappointed with what we have concocted behind us. Jamie Irish: That brings another point Mr. Strife. You and Snake both have YET to inform anyone as to what your choice of match is thus far. Mind if I take a look over there under the black tarp and see what you- Fox interrupts Jamie and forcefully takes the microphone from his hand, Fox Strife: Look little dude, I know you’re just trying to do your job, and you of all people DESERVE to see the death trap that we’ve built for Hunter back there, but I’m sorry man I can’t let you see anything! I had to call in a special contractor to help design and build this thing and I don’t want to give anything away. Jamie Irish took back the microphone, Jamie Irish: Special Contractor huh? Anyone I know? To build whatever that is behind us? Must be some kind of amazing structure then huh? Jamie leaned his head back trying to take a peak under the black sheet, yet Fox drew back and slapped the piss out of his hand! Jamie Irish: OUCH!!! Fox Strife: HANDS OFF YOU LITTLE MUTANT!!! You’re going to have to wait like everyone else, that’s all I’ve got left to say about the cage – Jamie Irish: OH! So it’s a cage huh? Fox Strife: Damn it! Get the hell out of here!!! Fox stomps his foot at Jamie who ducks and takes off running off camera as Fox shakes his head, annoyed at the interviewer… The scene now comes back to the announcers’ desk with Steven Travis and Iron Mike Sisco. Steven Travis: Heh, looks like Jamie better get outta there while he can. Folks it seems we’re just going to have to wait a little longer to find out what kind of special cage the boys have built, and hopefully it’ll deliver. Iron Mike: Poor boy, he always was a coward. Takes after my brother you know, I used to sit on his head and fart – it was hilarious! Steven Travis: Mike… You disgust me… Gooding The following triple-threat contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit.." “Cells” by the servant begin to play over the PA as the lights dim blue. Chill appears from from backstage and begins to make his way to the ring. He has a big smile on his face as he pauses halfway to say some friendly words to fans. Iron Mike "Here's a face we haven't seen in a while..where has Chill been anyways?" Gooding "Introducing first, he is from Hanibal, Wisconsin and he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds..CHILL!!" Steven Travis "Don't ask me, I'm not the guy's Mother. Speaking of Mother's..Happy Mothers Day Mom!" He than runs and slides into the ring. He goes and stands on the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air momentarily before dropping them and hopping of the turnbuckle. He than focuses on the match. Iron Mike "Well, no matter where he's been, Chill looks prepared for this match!" The lights flash rapidly in shades of green and gold as a waterfall of pyro begins to fall onto the stage. Vin Vaux pushes his way through the stage curtain, walking out straight through the pyro, and continuing onto the ramp, stopping about halfway down. Gooding "And his opponent..hailing from Westchester, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and five pounds..Vin VAUX!!" Steven Travis "A couple of weeks ago, we saw Vin in a triple threat match in which he lost. Maybe he'll do better this time around." Vin looks to his left and right, before throwing his arms out to his sides, causing a massive explosion of various colored pyros to erupt along the entire width of the stage. Vin waits for the explosion to finish before continuing to the ring. He climbs the ring steps, and walks along the apron, until he reaches the center, where he spins and hooks his arms on the ropes, so that he is now facing the crowd. He stays there for a few moments to listen to the crowds boos and heckling. Vaux then climbs through the ropes and walks over to one of the corners, leaning with his back against the turnbuckle. Iron Mike "I sure as hell hope so, Steve. Vaux is an amazing athlete with alot of talent." The opening rifts for "Blindfolds Aside" rip through the arena as "House of the Dog" begins to strobe onto the Fury-Tron, slowly picking up speed until the singing commences. At that moment, the words flash a bright white as white pyro lights up the entrance area. Gooding "And last, but not least..from Ft Wayne, Indiana..he weighs in at two-hundred and sixty pounds..Stray..Dog..KID!!" Iron Mike "This is about the only guy in this match I can't really stand is this Stray Dog Kid. I mean, what kinda name is that anyways?" Steven Travis "I dunno..Irish maybe?" Stray Dog Kid makes his way out, drinking from a water bottle. He acknowledges the crowd, somewhat, before tossing the bottle to the audience. Once he gets into the ring, he begins stretching, waiting for his opponent." Iron Mike "Whatever, let's get this show on the road!" The referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match as all three men look at each other closely waiting to see who will make the first move. Both Chill and Stray Dog Kid look at each other then both go on the attack against Vin Vaux opening up with right hands and kicks to the mid-section that send him down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid grabs a hold of Vin Vaux then lifts him back up to his feet. Stray Dog Kid gives Vin Vaux a couple of right hands to the face and whips him into the ropes. As Vin Vaux bounces off the ropes Chill hits him with a dropkick to the chin that sends him down to the mat hard. As Chill gets back up to his feet Stray Dog Kid grabs him from behind and hits Chill with a belly to back suplex down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet then stalks around Vin Vaux as he staggers back up to his feet. Stray Dog Kid grabs a hold of Vin Vaux from behind and hits him with a reverse DDT down to the mat hard. Iron Mike "I can already tell this is gonna be a match to remember!" Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Chill and lifts him back up to his feet. Stray Dog Kid gives Chill a couple of right hands to the face then whips him into the turnbuckle spine first hard. Stray Dog Kid gets a running start then leaps into the air and hits Chill with a monkey flip out of the corner and down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Stray Dog Kid balances himself on the top rope then leaps off and hits Chill with a corkscrew legdrop down to the mat hard. As Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet Vin Vaux gives him a boot to the mid-section and whips Stray Dog Kid into the ropes. Stray Dog Kid bounces off the ropes and hits Vin Vaux with a spinning heel kick to the face that sends him falling onto his back in the middle of the ring. Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet then races towards the ropes. Stray Dog Kid leaps to the middle rope then leaps off and hits Vin Vaux with a lionsault down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid hooks the leg and makes the cover on Vin Vaux as the referee slides in. [align=center] 1... 2... Kickout! [/align] Chill gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and lifts him back up to a vertical stance. Chill gives Stray Dog Kid a couple of right hands to the face before whipping him into the turnbuckle spine first. Chill makes his way over to the corner then grabs onto the top rope and begins stomping a mudhole in Stray Dog Kid and walking it dry. Chill backs away from the corner a bit then extends his long leg and uses the bottom of his boot to begin choking Stray Dog Kid as the referee comes over and starts his five count. Chill lowers his leg and lets go of Stray Dog Kid by the count of four as Stray Dog Kid drops to the mat gasping for air. Steven Travis "Chill isn't taking anymore of this bullshit from Stray Dog Kid is he?" Chill turns around and then stalks around Vin Vaux as he staggers back up to his feet. Chill grabs a hold of Vin Vaux and then hits him with a side russian leg sweep down to the mat. Chill gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and lifts him back up to a vertical base. Chill gives Stray Dog Kid a couple of right hands to the face then whips him into the ropes. As Stray Dog Kid bounces off the ropes Chill hits Stray Dog Kid with a big boot to the face that sends him back down to the mat hard. Chill turns around and stalks around Stray Dog Kid as he staggers back up to his feet. Chill rears back and hits Stray Dog Kid with a bitchslap to the face that causes him to stagger. Iron Mike "Whoa, now! That's quite an insult to Stray Dog Kid!" Quicker than the speed of light, Chill grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and hits him with a short armed clothesline down to the mat hard. Chill turns around then waits in the corner as Vin Vaux staggers back up to his feet. As Vin Vaux turns around Chill charges out of the corner and hits Vin Vaux with a spear that takes Vin down and knocks the wind out of him. Chill gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Chill perches himself on the top rope as Stray Dog Kid staggers back up to his feet. As Stray Dog Kid turns around Chill leaps off the top rope and hits him with a missile dropkick down to the mat hard. Chill hooks the leg and makes the cover on Stray Dog Kid as the referee slides in. [align=center] 1... 2... Kickout!! [/align] Iron Mike "What a kickout! I thought that Chill had this match for sure!" Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Chill and lifts him back up to his feet. Vin Vaux lifts Chill up into the air and hits him with a snap suplex down to the mat hard. Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet then stalks around Stray Dog Kid as he staggers back up to a vertical position. Vin Vaux gives Stray Dog Kid a boot to the mid-section then bounces off the ropes. Vin grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker down to the mat hard. Vaux gets back up and then stalks around Chill as he staggers back up to his knee's. Vin Vaux charges and hits Chill with a shining wizard kick to the side of the head that sends Chill down to the mat hard. Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet as Stray Dog Kid rolls over and lays against one of the turnbuckle pads. Vin Vaux gets a running start then leaps into the air and hits Stray Dog Kid with a bronco buster in the corner. The crowd goes wild as Vaux bounces up and down on the chest and face of Stray Dog Kid. Vin Vaux gets up from the corner and then bounces off the ropes as Chill staggers back up to his feet. As Chill turns around Vaux leaps into the air and hits Chill with a bulldog lariat down to the mat hard. Iron Mike "Vin Vaux is making a HUGE come back right here, Steven!" Steven Travis "I don't know how much more Chill can take after that, Mike!" Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and drags him to the center of the ring. Vin Vaux turns around then leaps into the air and hits Stray Dog Kid with a standing moonsault down to the mat hard. Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet but then is met with a boot to the mid-section from Chill as he sends off into the ropes. Chill ducks his head down and goes for a big back body drop but Vin Vaux counters and hits Chill with a tornado DDT down to the mat hard. Vin Vaux gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Vaux perches himself on the top rope as Chill staggers back up to his feet. As Chill turns around Vin Vaux leaps off the top rope and hits Chill with a high cross body block! Vin hooks the leg and makes the cover on Chill as the referee slides in. Iron Mike "This could be it!!" [align=center] 1... 2... KICKOUT!!! [/align] Steven Travis "OH! Almost a three count, but it wasn't enough to put Chill away I guess." Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet then stalks around Vin Vaux as he staggers back up to his own two feet. Stray Dog Kid grabs a hold of Vin Vaux from behind and hits him with a german suplex down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid keeps his hands locked then gets back up to his feet dragging Vaux back up to his feet. Stray Dog Kid lifts Vin Vaux back up into the air again and hits him with a second german suplex down to the mat hard. Stray Dog Kid keeps his hands locked again then gets back up to his feet dragging Vin Vaux back up to his feet. Stray Dog Kid lifts Vin Vaux back into the air again and hits him with a third german suplex down to the mat hard. As Stray Dog Kid gets back up to his feet he's met with a running clothesline from Chill that sends him down to the mat. Chill grabs a hold of Stray Dog Kid and lifts him back up to his feet. Chill gives Stray Dog Kid a couple of backhand chops across the chest then whips him into the ropes. Chill catches Stray Dog Kid and hits him with a sidewalk slam down to the mat hard. Chill gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Vin Vaux and lifts him back up to his feet. Chill gives Vin Vaux a couple of right hands to the face then whips him into the ropes but Vin Vaux reverses the whip and sends Chill into the ropes. Vin Vaux catches Chill and hits him with a spinebuster! As Vaux gets back up to his feet he doesn't notice Stray Dog Kid sliding around on the mat behind him. As Vin Vaux turns around Stray Dog Kid sneaks up on him and spins him around. Stray Dog Kid goes for a right hook but it's blocked! Vin Vaux connects with the Daze Of The Weak! He makes a cover.. [align=center] 1... 2... KICKOUT!!!! [/align] All three men rise in opposite corners of the ring and begin to run in at each other all at once. Suddenly, the bell rings and all the men stop and look at Matthew Gooding. Gooding "Ladies and Gentlemen..I regret to inform you that the thirty minute time limit has expired. The match is a no contest.." Cutting backstage in the United Center, we find 'The Natural' Ash Koopa strutting down the corridor pulling a travel bag with him, having just arrived at the arena. Wearing a pair of casual trousers and a red t-shirt, Ash smirks to the camera, then focuses his attention on the path ahead as he passes a few members of the ring crew. And, of course, the Diamond Championship accompanies Ash on the journey, sitting comfortably on his left shoulder. As Ash reaches an intersection, Jamie Irish steps into the shot with a microphone in hand. Jamie: "Ash, ca-" Before another whole word can escape Jamie's mouth, Ash plants his left hand in the interviewer's face, sending him reeling backward into the wall. Without turning to check on Jamie, Ash continues walking down the corridor, now accompanied by a smug grin on his face. Ash: "The Champ is here, minions!" With a slight demonic chuckle, Ash struts past the camera and disappears around a corner, out of sight. As a result, the camera cuts elsewhere. Neo Carner was walking into a convience store, a non-descript run of the mill type local mini-mart. Lit by florescent lights, light tan tiled floors and a collared average joe behind the desk making minimum wage from 9 to 5. Neo walked over to the fountain drinks, grabbing a large cup and filled about a quarter of it with Ice. He looked at the selection of liquids to fill his container when his eye gazed out his peripheral vision and caught the camera, quickly turning ot the camera to plea his so called "boring" case. "Emo? What's Emo? I have a nephew who said that once. He ran up to me with his black hair on his forehead and yelled "DEATH IS MY BITCH LOVER FOR I AM EMO!" I didn't get it. Kids these days with their slang and their tape deck players. And your accusations of Girl pants?" Neo looks down at his pants and blinks for several seconds at his levi's. The pants dangle from his waist, a leather brown belt tightly fastened. Neo was of a slim figure, but the pants left much to the imagination, the pants didn't tightly grip around his thighs or calves in anyway. "Where did you get that accusation? Are you looking too far into me mr. Koopa? Are you even watching the right videos? I'm in my mid thirties. I don't have time to play the social scenes and dress the part of the teenagers. Get off MySpace, stop stalking the 15 year olds and get to business. With your...hair...and it's comeoverness. Yeah I said it, and I'd do it again. And if I had a third chance I'd do it once more!" Neo brushed his face several times, rubbing his hand through his scruffy beard. He looked back at the fountain drink selection and picked a brown carbonated beverage. He stirred the drink in the cup for several seconds, the sound of ice shifting back and forth as it clicked against the side of the plastic rim. "I don't know. I've got guys left and right just...going on and on about shit I cannot keep track of. I've been on the road you see? Driving to the "Windy City Whiplash" event, staying at cheap motels and eating free breakfasts at expensive ones. It's not an easy life being a wrestler...I dunno. You get used to it after awhile....Hmm." Neo looked at Nachos and the selection of toppings then shook his head, patting his belly then walked to the check out line. Several people in front of him. "Damnit...This could take awhile. Hey Mitch, you can go. This could take awhile." The camera pans to the front of the line where an elderly fella with a large glass jar filled to the top with pennies as he took a handful at a time from the container and placed them on the counter counting them slowly one by one trying to pay for a bag of chips. The camera panned back to Neo who shrugged his shoulders and just sighed. The camera slowly began to fade to black. END. |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 06:07 PM Post #5 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Iron Mike: AND Welcome back folks! Up next is the match I’ve been waiting for all damn night! We’ve seen it in video’s, we’ve seen it in clips, and now it’s time to see it live, and introducing this match, I give to you none other than the King of the Crowbar, The Cambodian Monster, Victor “HangMan” Gang! The crowd erupts in cheers, as it’s been MONTHS since they’ve seen the Hardcore Legend, the camera pans around the outside audience as a large black sheet covers the large cube in the middle of the parking lot. There is electrical equipment everywhere; it obviously takes a lot to broadcast an outside event. Over to the side by the entrance rests a very large Big Screen Television. Steven Travis: I can only assume that that’s some kind of cage, but I, like you Iron Mike, can not WAIT to see exactly what it is that is under that black tarp! They’ve been hiding it from us all night, and now it’s time for Victor Gang to do the honors! “Wait and Bleed” by SlipKnoT plays over the outside loud speaker that’s been set up for this match, as all the spot lights shine on the black tarp covering the monstrosity. Victor Gang steps out into the parking lot, making his entrance through what are ironically the Buildings “Exit” doors. He smiles big to the crowd, his blue skull mask graces his face as he walks down the isle towards the area surrounded by cars. He smiles as the reflection of light causes something to twinkle around his neck, upon further inspection he appears to have a wedding ring on a gold chain around his neck… With a clipboard in his hand, in the other he holds a microphone to his lips, Victor Gang: FANS OF AWL… DID YOU MISS THE VIOLENCE??!!?!? The AWL parking lot crowd instantly responds with “HELL YEAH!!!” The music begins to die down as Victor continues, Victor Gang: You know folks, over the past Decade I’ve been in all kinds of matches, one or two that I’ve even created myself. I gained a tremendous amount of pride from taking part in one of my creations, which is why I was honored to receive a phone call from Fox Strife and Snake 2 weeks ago… Iron Mike: I think I like where this is going! Victor Gang: You see, I’ve been away for several months on my Honey Moon, and was enjoying Retired life pretty well. Fox explained to me over the phone everything that had happened since I left the company all those months ago… He told me all the stuff that Hunter Weiss has done, and explained that NOW’s the time for AWL to strike back! NOW is the time to take Action! So he asked me to help him and Snake design this… Victor motions with his hand to the VERY large object that stands behind him, cloaked in a sheet of blackness… Iron Mike: That’s right! That’s Right! Get to the Good Part!!! Victor Gang: Behind me stands a Cage of solid Steel, Standing Twenty feet tall… There is No Wrestling Ring… The wooden floor is tic tack toed with razor sharp barbed wire. It comes complete with a built-in steel ladder, and a 2nd level. To insure that there is no escape, the top has been lined with 30 yards worth of Prison Grade Razor Wire. There is one set of built in ropes, and several hardcore stations throughout, and is filled with weapons of choice made by Fox Strife and Snake… Ladies and Gentlemen… it is my great pleasure to present to you… THE CAGE… OF… PENANCE!!!! And with a motion of his hand, the 4 black tarps covering up the cage instantly drop, unveiling the Cage in its entirety. [align=center]Posted Image[/align] Iron Mike: SON OF A BITCH!!! Steven Travis: I am at a loss for words! Iron Mike: LOOK AT THAT SHIT! It’s something out of the mind of Hannibal Lector! Steven Travis: Only Victor Gang could come up with something like this Mike! Just as Victor said, Weapons litter the Cage; there are all kinds of things, even a REAL Kitchen Sink! The music suddenly switches over to “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed, and the fans cheers instantly turn to boo’s, Iron Mike: Bah, It’s just like this bastard to show up and ruin the party. Through the Exit doors walks Hunter Weiss, a scowl on his face, with his trademark weed whacker slung over his shoulder. He has blood in his eye, and his forehead is covered in ACE Bandages, some blood seeping through. He marches through the parking lot and makes his way right up to Victor Gang, who in turn drops the microphone and clip board and comes face to face with the Miami Mauler… Iron Mike: Knock the PISS out of him Victor! Steven Travis: For once I agree! Beat the PISS out of him! Hunter cocks his head to the side and looks at the cage, his eyes travel up and down, left and right, and finally they come back to Vic, the two men lock eyes. Hunter finally cracks a smile, a sick look of joy springs to life in his beady eyes… Victor narrows his brow, ready for anything, but not at all ready for what was about to happen- -Hunter reached out and grabbed Victor’s hand and – Shook it! Iron Mike: What the hell? Victor looked sort of startled, but still stood his ground. Hunter leaned in until he could whisper in Victor’s ear. The camera got a close up as Hunter mouthed the words: Hunter Weiss: … Thank You… Victor’s expression didn’t change, he pulled his hand away from Weiss and Weiss began to chuckle to himself like a mad man. Weiss turned and walked away, looking up at the cage giggling, he dropped the weed whacker off his shoulder and to the side near the cage. Victor shook his head and turned leaving as well. Steven Travis: The hell was that all about? Iron Mike: You got me. Looked like Weiss just thanked Victor for building that Death Trap. Steven Travis: Weiss must be insinuating that Fox, Snake, and Victor’s own creation will be their own undoing. Here’s to hoping that doesn’t happen. Suddenly “I Fucking Hate You!” by Godsmack begins to play over the outside speakers, and out walks Snake and his manager Fox Strife. The parking lot erupts in cheers as they stomp the ground. Snake raises his arms over his head as the two men stand atop the isle. Snake walks halfway down the isle and stops as Fox stands still at the top, a microphone in his hand. Steven Travis: I wonder what Fox has to say; he’s got the microphone in his hand. Iron Mike: Probably going to rub it in Weiss’s face. Fox holds the mic to his lips. Fox Strife: Your challenge has been met Weiss! Before you, stands a concoction that only our 3 minds could come up with… Before the night is over, as God is my witness, you will be left for DEAD in that very cage… And to insure that you do… I’ve enlisted the services of an old friend of yours… Iron Mike: An old friend? What’s he talking about? Steven Travis: I have no idea; the surprises just keep on coming! Fox motions with his hand to the big screen TV located to his left. It comes to life and begins to play a montage of Slambo the Clown wrestling in an older promotion. Iron Mike: Huh? Slambo? I don’t get it? Hunter IS Slambo, the hell is going on? Fox Strife: Weiss! At the last show, you fell in defeat at the hands of Snake; you were pinned 1 – 2 –3! Snake and I have won the right to choose the match type and stipulations for this event… You’ve seen the match type… now it’s time for our stipulations… Suddenly the song “Forces” by Susumu Hirasawa began to play as the lights in the parking lot begin to flicker! Weiss’s eyes grow wide as he begins to look around frantically, somewhat actually scared! Fox Strife: Tonight’s Match up will in fact NOT be one-on-one… Oh no… the ball’s in our court this time Hunter! Tonight you’re going to wrestle Snake in a Handicapped match! Steven Travis: Handicapped match? You mean 2 on 1? But Fox isn’t cleared to wrestle! Iron Mike: This music sounds AWFULLY familiar to me Stevie… Fox Strife: However I cannot compete here tonight, but I’ve got that covered… I’ve been planning this for months Hunter… it took me a long time to track this guy down, but I found him… He’s a man who knows you inside and out! A Man who knows ALL of your strengths and weaknesses… Ladies and Gentlemen… I present to you… Suddenly all of the lights in the parking lot turn pitch black, there is a long pause from Fox… Cameras begin to flash wildly; some car horns begin to honk as the suspension builds… Fox Strife: … SUPER UNKNOWN! Iron Mike: HOLY JESUS SHIT!!! I KNEW IT!!! The lights suddenly flash back on, and standing silently directly behind Hunter Weiss is a man standing only slightly shorter than him, covered from head to toe in black, wearing a black mask and black trench coat, not a single piece of skin showing, even his eyes are covered. The man suddenly reaches around from behind and latches on to Hunter with a Cobra Clutch! He swings sideways and slams Weiss’s head into the cage! Steven Travis: KNEW WHAT?!?! Who the HELL is that??!? Iron Mike: THAT’S SUPER UNKNOWN! SLAMBO THE CLOWNS TAG TEAM PARTNER FROM XWA!!! The man in black lets go of his grip and instantly fades into a waist lock from behind and suddenly tosses Weiss backwards overhead into a release German Suplex, sending him crashing onto the hood of a nearby car! Steven Travis screams: Steven Travis: HOLY SHIT! Iron Mike: I haven’t seen Super Unknown for EIGHT years! Not since I supplied Color Commentary for X-Treme Wrestling All-Stars! Steven Travis: WHAT?! Who the hell is he? Iron Mike: Weren’t you fucking Listening Steve? He’s Super Unknown! Nobody knows exactly who he is! He tag teamed with Slambo the Clown for 2 years in XWA, they were multiple tag team Champions! Steven Travis: I don’t get it? If they tagged together why’s he helping Snake? Snake runs down the isle and leaps up, landing a foot onto the trunk of the car, he runs along the top of the car and jumps, landing a diving leg drop across Hunters throat! Super Unknown removes his trench coat and throws it to the side. There is a large Superman-esque Logo that graced his chest, a Question mark instead of an “S”. Super Unknown grabs Weiss by the hair and drags him off the hood of the car and onto the concrete. He lifts his arm, Straddles it, and drops a knee into Weiss’s shoulder hitting a sickening Arm Breaker! Steven Travis: OHH!!! What an Arm Breaker there by Super Unknown! Iron Mike: Back in the Day, Super Unknown and Slambo the Clown eventually came to differences, they began what became one of the most heated feuds in company history, it ended when Super Unknown was run down by a car in the parking lot, and he hasn’t been seen since – until now! Steven Travis: You mean these guys used to be friends!?!? Super Unknown latches a rather large hand around Weiss’s throat and pulls him to his feet. Snake stands on the hood of the car and jumps off, hitting Weiss who is being held by Super Unknown in the stomach with a diving dropkick! Iron Mike: YES! NOBODY knows Hunter Weiss better than Super Unknown! This is an absolutely BRILLIANT move here by Fox Strife! I tip my hat to the son of a bitch! Super Unknown grips Hunter by the hair and collar and flings him into the window of a nearby Ford truck; his head goes CRACK against the glass! Super Unknown grips him by the hair and pulls him up and using both hands slams his head against the glass a 2nd time, and then a 3rd! Over to the side, Fox Strife hands Snake a 10-foot ladder. Snake uses it as a battering ram and takes off running, hitting the top step against Weiss’s head, sandwiching it between it and the window, and causing the glass to suddenly shatter! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL! Steven Travis: Did you see that Fiberglass just shatter?!?! The left side of Hunter’s face is now trickling blood; he drops to the ground offering no retaliation at all, his eyes are weak. Super Unknown reaches inside the truck under the steering column and pops the hood. He points at Snake instructing him to do something. The 2nd masked man nods in agreement. Snake grips Weiss by his hair and drags him across the ground and lifts the hood of the truck up, throwing Weiss face first at the exposed engine. While he was doing that, Super Unknown prepared the ladder and had begun his decent into the air. Snake slams the hood down onto Weiss, causing a loud thud and a small dent to form into it. Super Unknown is now at the top, his back facing Snake and the Truck. He motions a loop-the-loop with his hands, Iron Mike: VOID SAULT! Steven Travis: A What-Sault? Iron Mike: A Void Sault, it’s one of his signature moves, The Void Sault. Steven Travis: Oh ok – VOID SAULT! Iron Mike: VOID SAULT! Super Unknown flips backwards in the air, arching his back for a beautiful High Moonsault, coming down perfectly on the hood of the car, sandwiching Hunter between it and the exposed Engine!!! Steven Travis: THIS GUY’S SICK! Iron Mike: Fox Strife chose the PERFECT guy for the job Stevie, and they haven’t even gotten inside the cage yet!!! As Super Unknown rolls off the truck gripping his stomach, Snake pulls Hunter out from the Engine and flings him back first into the cage where he instantly falls into a sitting position. Snake unloads a stiff boot into Hunters face, finally causing him to tilt over and hit the concrete with a plop. Snake walks off camera as Super Unknown comes back into the picture. He shuts the hood of the truck and pulls Hunter back up and runs him over to the truck, sliding him up onto the hood face first. Super Unknown scales the trick and performs a Standing Moonsault splash onto Hunters back. Snake returns back on camera with a trashcan in his hand. He gets Super Unknowns attention, giving him and order like he gave him earlier. Super Unknown nods in agreement and ascends the truck a 2nd time. Snake, using only one free hand starts to climb up the side of the cage parallel to the front of the truck, taking the trashcan with him. Steven Travis: I don’t think I like what’s about to unfold here. Iron Mike: Are you sure? I fucking love it! That bastard owes AWL for everything he’s done to us since he got here! Now he’s getting everything he deserves! Super Unknown grabs Weiss by the hair and pulls him further up onto the truck until his head as well as part of his upper body is draping over the windshield of the truck. Snake has made his way to the top of the cage, still gripping the trashcan. He touches the razor wire with his hand and slices open one of his fingers. He looks at it and shakes his hand slightly and wipes the blood off onto the back of his mask. He manages to turn facing the truck down below, takes a big leap and tucks the trashcan under him! Iron Mike: OH BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL!!! Snake comes crashing down sitting on the trashcan, sandwiching Weiss between the can and the windshield, the windshield spider-webs and shatters!! Steven Travis: SON OF A BITCH!! DID YOU SEE THAT?? DID YOU JUST FUCKING SEE THAT??? Glass is now everywhere, Hunter’s whole upper body now inside the truck, his legs sticking out of where the windshield OUGHT to be. Super Unknown opens the door on the passenger side of the truck and again grabs Hunter by his hair. He pulls him partly out of the doorway, and suddenly slams shut the door onto Weiss’s head! Iron Mike: OH! That’s got to hurt! Snake comes running by and performs a rolling dropkick to the door, slamming it even harder against Hunters exposed head! Steven Travis: They’re trying to kill him! Both men suddenly point towards the cage and the crowd began going nuts! It now took both men to lift Hunter, as he was practically out cold! Super Unknown let go of Hunter and returned to the ladder, folded it up and proceeded to take it with him into the cage. Back inside, Snake had shoved Weiss shoulder first into the built-in ladder that leads up to the 2nd level. Upon Super Unknown entering the cage, he tossed the folded up ladder at Hunter, hitting him in the back with a violent clang! Ring assistants now scramble to the cage door and begin chaining it shut. Once the chain is firmly into place, the leader of the assistants throws the key into the crowd! Iron Mike: Uh oh, that thing’s gone forever. Back inside the cage, Snake has lifted Weiss up and locked in a front face lock. He sends Hunter to the wooden barbed wire covered floor, hitting a VICIOUS DDT, and then leaps back onto his feet with a kip-up. Steven Travis: Nice athleticism there by Snake. Super Unknown goes over to the one set of built in ropes and suddenly bounces off, hitting a very nice Tope Atomico! Iron Mike: These two guys are just beating the HELL out of Hunter Weiss, don’t get me wrong, the son of a bitch deserves every bit of it, but this is some of the most sadistic shit I’ve ever seen! Super Unknown slowly got to his feet, as Snake had found a nice steel chair and picked it up, slowly he turned it down and placing his hands on the hilt of the weapon. Jousting it down and gutting Hunter once in the stomach. Weiss bounced up and clenched his stomach in pain. Snake placed the chair firmly on the corpse body of Weiss and slowly made his way to the ring ropes, climbing up to the top rope he placed his hand over the air and pumped it forward like gasoline towards the audience. The crowd popped as Snake jumped backwards in a full-fledged Moonsault that seem to have no control in the sickening whip backwards. Yet, Hunter quickly before the move was executed rolled out of the way, showing the first signs of fighting back in the match, the chair being simply left there for Snake to Crash into face first! The crowd echoed as Mike and Steven reacted in a rather insane manner. Steven Travis: HOLY SHEEP SHIT BATMAN! Iron Mike: Holy Sheep Shit Batman Indeed Robin! Super Unknown looked around shocked, and grabbed the closest thing next to him in which was a kendo stick. Weiss had gotten to a knee when Super Unknown unloaded a powerful swing of the stick into Weiss’s chest! Yet Hunter doesn’t budge, instead he lets out a scream of anger as he clenches his fists and comes into a standing position! Steven Travis: The HELL man? Where’s this coming from? They had him beat! Iron Mike: Well you got to remember Stevie, Those two have been performing at a high rate all night, Hunter hasn’t done a damn thing, he’s been reserving his energy. Steven Travis: Are you trying to fucking tell me that he’s been LETTING them beat the snot out of him? Iron Mike: I hate to say it but YES it would appear that way! Hunter stands there, daring Super Unknown to hit him a 2nd time, in which the man dressed in black is happy to oblige. He cracks that kendo stick so hard against Weiss’s stomach that flies into splinters and doubles him over! Super Unknown quickly swings around behind Weiss and hits a jumping Neck Breaker, sending him into the wooden floor covered in barbed wire a 2nd time. Yet, Hunter doesn’t stay down long, already he’s on his hands and knees as Super Unknown gets back up. Super Unknown grips Hunter by the hair, yet Hunter sends a clenched fist into his stomach, another, and another! Hunter hauls off and cracks him in the jaw with a European Uppercut that sends him reeling! Weiss then tackles Super Unknown into the cage. Hunter now locks his arms around Super Unknown and flings Super Unknown all the way across the cage with a big Leg Capture Suplex onto a big set of stacked tables that aren’t set up!! Iron Mike: Sweet Christ!!! Look at that distance he got with that thing! Snake now comes back into the game with a wicked Chair shot to the chest of Hunter Weiss, yet Hunter doesn’t go down, but he does let out a huge gasp! Snake grips Hunter by the hair and runs him head first into the built-in ladder, opening up one of the many cuts bandaged up on his forehead! Snake executes a knife-edge chop that sends Weiss reeling into the side of the cage. Snake grabs Weiss and runs his head in between 2 steps of the built-in ladder. He takes the chair in both hands, raises it high above him and brings it down across the back of Hunters skull!!! The crowd erupts into a wicked chant: [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Iron Mike: HE NEARLY BEHEADED HIM!!! The chair now bent all to hell and useless, Snake drops it to the side and staggers back a step or two and regains his bearings as Hunter is left held in the air by the built-in ladder and its steps. Super Unknown has gotten back to his feet, now appearing to be breathing heavily, starts to unfold and set up one of the many tables he was just suplexed on. He sets it up about in the middle of the cage and then staggers over to one of the corners and picks up a medium sized burlap sack. He reaches inside, Steven Travis: Thumb Tacks! Super Unknown pours out a big pile onto the table and spreads it out evenly. He waves over to Snake who nods his head and goes behind Hunter. After only a short moment of struggling, Snake manages to lift Hunter onto his shoulders in a piggyback. He walks Hunter over to the table and tosses him forward while sitting down, Super Unknown helps in an assisting face buster, breaking the table in half, and causing hundreds of thumbtacks to be driven deep into the face, chest, and arms of Hunter Weiss!!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Iron Mike: Looks like the balls back in their court now I’d say! Steven Travis: You got that right Iron Mike. The camera gets a nice close up of Hunters face; it’s studded silver with a nice crimson liquid running over it. Snake and Super Unknown begin to communicate like before, pointing at what one wants the other to do. Snake clears the broken table pieces out of the way as Super Unknown takes Weiss over to the one set of built-in ropes. Super Unknown unloads a nice chop and then a well-placed fist into Hunters jaw. Snake is now in the process of dragging the large wooden sand box from one side of the ring to the other. Steven Travis: What’s with the sand box Iron Mike? You know this stuff better than I do. Iron Mike: What he’s got there, Stevie, is a Torture Pit. It’s a big wooden sandbox like you said, about 5 feet by 3, stands about a foot and a half off the floor. The inside of that friggen thing is NOT filled with sand by any means! That thing is filled to the brim with broken glass and whole light bulbs. The top of the box is covered with a mesh of barbed wire netting. Steven Travis: WHO IN THE HELL COMES UP WITH THIS STUFF??? Iron Mike: I don’t know, but I’d like to have dinner at his house one night. I’d make a toast, “To you, the crazy Fucker who makes those wonderful toys!” Snake lines the torture pit up just right as Super Unknown climbs the ropes behind Hunter Weiss. Super Unknown places a knee behind Weiss’s head and pushes off with his foot against the cage, sending Weiss face first and with a knee drop to the back of the head, into the torture pit!!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Steven Travis: SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN!!! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!!! Steven Travis: I’m afraid this is getting too violent! Iron Mike: YOU SHUT UP! YOU SHUT THE HELL UP STEVE! NOTHING - I repeat - NOTHING can ever become “Too” Violent! Back in the cage, Snake hits a leg drop smashing Hunter’s head deeper into the glass for good measures. When they pull him up, glass is embedded in is skin all over, blood just pouring out of his face, arms, and chest like a faucet. The two men toss Weiss to the side like a wet dishrag and begin setting up another table. Wasting little time, Super Unknown picks up the ladder that he brought with him into the cage and begins to head for the built-in ladder. Snake however, positions the table just right, and places not 1, not 2, but 3 steel chairs onto it. Super Unknown reaches the 2nd level of the cage and begins to set up the ladder parallel to the table down below. Snake lifts Weiss up and cracks him in the jaw for good measure and rolls him onto the table on top of the chairs. Back up top, Super Unknown had pulled loose from the side of the cage several light tubes, about 3 in total and has begun to ascend the ladder! Iron Mike: Oh SNAP this is going to be good! Steven Travis: I really don’t like the looks of this folks! The crowd is going NUTS as Super Unknown makes it to the very top; the ladder is so tall that it actually reaches up past the top of the cage. Super Unknown is now somewhere between 25 – 28 feet in the air! He moves his arm in a cutthroat motion, as Snake gives a double thumbs down. Super Unknown takes to the air and tucks the Light Tubes under him as he falls to the earth with lighting speed, cameras flash like mad and he collides with the prone Hunter, breaking the table in half, the glass from the tubes shattering between them, the chairs bending into positions you can’t even imagine! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!! BLOODY HELL!!! BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL!!! Steven Travis: HOW DO YOU TOP THAT? How do you top something like that Mike? Iron Mike: You don’t! You just fucking don’t! You don’t even bother to try! The two men lay there amongst the rubble as Snake continues to pump the crowd up. Super Unknown rolls away gripping the backs of his legs. Snake grabbed hold of Hunters hair and pulled him out of the wreckage and to a knee, yet Hunter surprisingly swung a wild fist at Snake’s midsection, Steven Travis: He’s fighting blind Iron Mike; look at the amount of blood in his eyes! Weiss’s shots were missing heavily. Every punch was hitting nothing but air. Snake shot forward and hit a big knee lift into Weiss’s face, throwing him off guard. Snake finally pulled the bigger man to his feet yet Hunter suddenly clawed Snake in the eyes, jamming both of his thumbs into his eyes as hard and sharp as possible. Snake stomped his feet and pulled away in time for Hunter to rush forward with a clothesline but Snake ducked under it, spinning around and grappled Hunter in a scoop lifting him up onto his shoulder. Snake staggered forward in hopes of body slamming the wrestler into the wooden floor covered in barbed wire. But Hunter squirmed like the worm he was onto the ground behind him. His feet tapping the ground and quickly Hunter sent a Buzz Saw kick to Snakes lower back, sending the smaller man to his knees wincing in pain. Hunter quickly ducked down and hooked a single arm around the throat of the two hundred and twenty pounder. Hunter wringed his arms back and forth trying to squeeze the everlasting air out of his opponent, Snake waving his arms around trying to build momentum started to pull himself up to his feet with much of the crowd behind him. Steven Travis: Snake with an elbow to Hunter’s midsection, and another, and another! Iron Mike: OHH! But it’s not enough to make the big man loosen his grip, Weiss pays Snake back for all the head thumping he’s done in the night and runs Snake forehead first into the built-in Ladder! Steven Travis: Hunter grips Snake by the top of his mask and begins his climb up the ladder. Hunter pulls Snake up with him and the two make it to the 2nd level. Hunter grips Snake around the throat with a vice-like headlock, his muscles tensing tightly, his veins protruding like worms underneath satin sheets. Hunter runs Snake’s head into the steel cage wall and begins just grinding away like a cheese grater! Hunter bangs Snake’s head against the steel and finishes it off with a nice stiff knee to the back of the head. Hunter stumbles backwards and notices Super Unknown finally back on his feet down below. Hunter fixes that nuisance by lifting the ladder used before over his head, he throws it down to the bottom level flat out knocking the CRAP out of Super Unknown. Iron Mike: His head’s Hollow! Snake makes it to his feet and grabs hold of one of the remaining light tubes attached to the side of the cage, he swings wildly, but Hunter manages to duck under it. Hunter grabs a light tube of his own, and now the two men stand opposite of each other, each having a tight grip on their light tubes. Steven Travis: We got dueling swordsmen! Iron Mike: It’s like Luke Skywalker battling Darth Vader in there! Snake motions with his hand, daring Weiss to be the first to swing. Hunter licks his top row of teeth and grins that evil grin of his. Suddenly the two both come out swinging! Snake gets caught across the left side of his neck, Hunter takes his right in the face, both tubes explode in powder and both men fall into the cage and wince. Hunter goes for another tube, as does Snake. Hunter with a wild swing, Snake ducks, Snake with a suicide swing, Hunter leans back avoiding it, both men collide again with the tubes exploding into white powder just like the last two! Snake staggers back towards the middle of the platform while Hunter stumbles into the side of the cage. Hunter pulls loose the final 3 tubes and drops them at his feet. During the big battle, Super Unknown had pulled himself out from under his ladder and had begun to set up the remaining 3 tables. In the center of the cage, Super Unknown placed two of the tables side by side, and then placed the 3rd on top of the other two. He stumbles, and leans against the side of the cage, noticing a large shard of glass sticking out of the back of his leg. He grips the side of the cage using it for balance as he forcefully yanks the bloody chunk of glass out of his leg, a spurt of blood spits out onto the wooden floor, he grunts in pain as he drops to a knee. Back up top Hunter leaned against the cage, daring Snake to come at him. Snake regains his bearings and charges Hunter, which was exactly what he wanted him to do. Hunter moves out of the way as Snake runs his own head into the cage! Hunter spins Snake around and gouges him in the throat and bends him down placing his head between his legs. Weiss gives the fans a double thumbs down and grips Snake by the tights and falls back for a pulling piledriver onto the 3 light tubes from before! Snake’s head collides with the floor shattering the bulbs into nothing! Iron Mike: OH that’s got to freaking hurt! Back down on the lower level, Super Unknown was attempting to pick up the torture pit. The barbed wire stuck into the palms of his glove-covered hands but he didn’t flinch. Glass fell out of the pit, but not enough to really matter as the pit was practically filled to the brim. Super Unknown lifted it up sitting it on the first level of tables, then, after getting a good enough grip he lifted it up higher and onto the top level of the tables. Steven Travis: I wonder what the hell he has planned? That doesn’t look like it’s going to feel very good Iron Mike. Iron Mike: Not by a long shot eh, Stevie? Super Unknown stumbled away from the monstrosity and over to this large oil drum; that sat in the corner. Inside appeared to be a large wooden handle of some sort. Super Unknown reached inside, gripped the handle and produced a weapon that was basically a wooden paddle with hundreds of 7-inch nails driven through one side. Iron Mike: OH MY GOD! It’s an Iron Toothbrush! Steven Travis: What’s he doing with it? Super Unknown had pulled out of his pocket a small canister of what appeared to be lighter fluid! He staggered back over to the tables he had set up and began spraying it down heavily with the lighter fluid! Steven Travis: Oh Jesus, he isn’t going to do what I think he is, is he? Iron Mike: I don’t think he’d be pouring it down with lighter fluid if he weren’t you dumb ass! Super Unknown sprays down the tables and the torture pit up top, and then sprays the Iron Toothbrush in his hand! Iron Mike: Man, he’s coating that thing down good isn’t he? He tosses the lighter fluid over his shoulder and then turns towards the built-in ladder, it was time he got back in this match. He stumbles towards it, still favoring his bloody leg. He reaches the bottom and starts the long climb. Up top, Snake and Weiss are in a test of strength. Snake stomps down on Hunter’s foot, bringing him off guard. With Weiss distracted, Snake uses all of his strength and forces Hunter backwards, running his back into the bed of nails situated in the corner on the top level! Hunter lets out a painful yelp, and grips his back with both arms. Snake brings the hammer down as he stomps Hunter in the temple, knocking the back of his head into the nails! Snake now places his foot on Hunters throat and grips the side of the cage for leverage. He begins choking the life out of Hunter and grinding him into the bed of nails at the same time. Super Unknown rolls onto the top level and gets to a knee. He grips the cage and pulls himself up. He twirls the iron toothbrush once in hand and reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a cigarette lighter, and much to the desire of the crowd, he lights the lighter fluid covered Iron Toothbrush on FIRE! Super Unknown held the toothbrush high above his head and motioned for Snake to pull Hunter to his feet. Iron Mike: OHH this is going to be NASTY! Quick let me get my camera! Snake nods in agreement and let’s loose his choking of Hunter. Grips the blood soaked man by the hair and yanks him up, Hunter grunts in pain as he’s pulled up by his roots once again in this match. Super Unknown starts to slowly close to gap between them as he twirls the flaming Iron Toothbrush in hand. Hunters’ eyes are glazed over yet he’s still conscious enough to notice a man coming at him with a flaming black of wood. Hunter shakes his head “No”, and yells it out even, “NO! NO!” Super Unknown nods his head “Yes” twirls the toothbrush one last time and raises it over his head and leaves a stream of fire in the air as he swings it down! Iron Mike: BLOOOODY HELL!!!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD!!! HE JUST CLOBBERED – SNAKE!!! And he did! Super Unknown whacked the unsuspecting Snake right between the eyes with the flaming Iron Toothbrush! Snake dropped like a sack of potatoes as Hunter Weiss began laughing like a mad man!!! Steven Travis: WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!? Iron Mike: HE TURNED ON HIM!!! THAT MASKED SON OF A BITCH!!! Super Unknown held out his hand and helped Hunter to his feet, Hunter laughed maniacally!!! Blood covered Hunter from head to toe, his laughed echoed through the parking lot as the fans instantly began to riot! Beer Bottles and objects of all kinds bounced off the cage as Super Unknown and Hunter Weiss stood over the body of Snake, blood now seeping through his scorched mask!! Fox Strife arrives back at the cage, furious! Iron Mike: My GOD! What does this mean? Steven Travis: OH NO! LOOK! Back in the cage, Super Unknown tosses the flaming toothbrush off the side of the 2nd level down onto the stacked tables and torture pit - it goes up in FLAMES!!! Hunter Weiss’s insane laughter grows louder, as if it even could!! Both men grab Snake up and turn him so that he’s facing the corner. Hunter grabs the back of Snake’s mask and slams him face first into the bed of nails in front of them!! Snakes head snaps violently as more blood begins to soak through his green mask. Hunter grabs the back of Snakes mask and starts to untie the laces holding it on, but Super Unknown grabs Hunters hands and quickly shakes his head “No!” Hunter looks angry but stops. Super Unknown pointed to the side of his own mask and again shook his head “No!” Hunter frowned and looked down at Snake and simple slapped him across the back of the head and then lifted him up. Iron Mike: What was that all about? Steven Travis: Looks to me like Hunter wanted to unmask Snake, but Super Unknown told him not to… Weird no? Super Unknown pointed down at the large pile of flaming tables and the torture pit filled with bulbs and glass! Hunter’s frown instantly changed back to that lovable smile of his, his greenish yellow teeth shining bright. Each man takes hold of one of Snakes arms, they both swing him backwards and slingshot him chest first into the bed of nails! Snake grunts as small holes form in his bare chest and blood starts to trickle out. The dirty duo does it again; sling shooting Snake Chest first into the bed of nails a 2nd time! Hunter then gets right up in Snakes face and waves “Good Bye!” with his hand. The duo performs a BIG slingshot into the bed of nails, this time letter go. The force is such that the recoil causes Snake to stumble backwards off of the 2nd level!!!! Iron Mike: BLOOOOOOOODY HELL!!!!!!!!!! Steven Travis: SOMEBODY CALL 911!!! Snake falls through the air backwards and lands directly on his neck hitting the FLAMING torture pit! Glass flies everywhere, all 3 tables collapse and break, flinging into large charred hunks, a HUGE fireball explodes like a mushroom cloud as Snake’s body is consumed by renegade shards of glass and wild flames!!! Fox Strife grabs hold of the cage and begins shaking it violently, screaming: Fox Strife: “YOU BASTARD!!! YOU BACK STABBING BASTARD!!!” Super Unknown flips Fox the bird as Hunter grabs the cage and starts to climb up. Iron Mike: This beats all that I’ve EVER seen Stevie! Steven Travis: I’m in disbelief Iron Mike! Look at Snake! He’s burned to a crisp, and nobody can get to him!!! Fox screams up at Weiss who is now climbing through the razor wire that line to top of the cage!! The razor’s rip his flesh to bits, blood shoots out of his open wounds as he throws a leg over and moves to the outside of the cage! Steven Travis: Fox better run, Weiss is coming after him! Hunter climbs down halfway and then just drops to the parking lot floor, not 5 feet away from Fox Strife who is instantly all over Hunter with wild left hands that connect against Hunters neck and back! Fox slams Hunter’s head against the cage and kicks him in the back of the leg, yet it isn’t enough to take down the man who’s been through hell and back tonight, if he could survive this he sure as hell could survive even more! Hunter’s quick with a fake-out and flat out ROCKS Fox Strife with a clenched right hand to the jaw!! Fox staggers back as Hunter charges in with another big right to the stomach! Now, with Fox doubled over, Hunter drops him to the concrete floor with a big double axe handle to the back! Back inside the cage, Super Unknown has made his way down to the bottom level. He walks past the wreckage that is Snake’s body. He’s scorched and his skin is charred. The flames hard almost out now, thank god it was only lighter fluid, but Snake is down and out cold. Super Unknown walks to one of the corners where there were a few remaining weapons. He picked up a crowbar and went directly to the steel doors that were chained shut earlier, and begins trying to break the lock using the crowbar. Back on the outside, Fox Strife is on all fours trying to crawl his way up the isle towards the exit doors, but it’s no use. Hunter stomps down on him and causes him to drop. He kicks the Wild Wombat in the stomach and rolls him over on his back. Weiss now mounting Fox’s stomach, he begins choking Fox’s throat and biting at his forehead! Super Unknown manages to break the lock and the chain comes tumbling off, he kicks open the doors but doesn’t exit right away. He returns back to the corner where he had found the crowbar and picks up what would appear to be an actual Kitchen Sink! Steven Travis: Oh God, I can’t imaging what he’s going to do with that, they’ve done everything so far except shove something up someone’s ass, and I’m not so sure that thing will fit! Iron Mike: If there’s a will, there’s a way Stevie… I bet Rodney King would want to see this. Steven Travis: Oh shut up Mike! Hunter spits out a large mouthful of Fox’s blood, it now streaming down face. Hunter stomps choking him, long enough to slap him across the face! Hunter now gripping someone else by the hair for a change pulls Fox into a sitting position. Super Unknown now comes charging at the two, the Kitchen Sink in hand, he lets go and throws it at Fox Strife, hitting him in the chest so hard that the porcelain actually cracked and chipped off!! Iron Mike: OHHH!!! That’ll knock the breath outta ya! Hunter laughs at the carnage that the two are unleashing! He stops only to tell Super Unknown to get something from the back, and points at the Exit doors of the building. Super Unknown nods and staggers off as Hunter kicks Fox in the stomach again. Hunter bends down and picks up the Kitchen Sink and turns towards an old 1960’s Pontiac GTO. Hunter holds the Sink up chest level and hurls it at the Drivers side window, shattering it instantly, the sink falls to the ground and breaks in half!! Steven Travis: OHHH!! That’s a Vintage Classic!! Iron Mike: Yeah I’d hate to be the owner of that thing… Well… NOW I would… Hunter reaches inside and unlocks the door, and flips down the visor, and much to his enjoyment a spare set of keys drop out! Hunter holds the car keys in hand and tilts his head back and laughs, just as Super Unknown returns back to the parking lot through the exit doors. In one hand he holds a large spool of barbed wire, and over his shoulder he drags behind him a large human sized wooden Cross!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD! They’re going to CRUCIFY him!!! Iron Mike: I honestly don’t know what to do Stevie! I don’t know whether to be offended, or be happy about this! Steven Travis: MY GOD MIKE! You actually have to QUESTION if this is ‘Good’ or ‘Bad’? Iron Mike simply looks at Steven Travis and points at himself with both index fingers, Steven Travis: Oh… Right… Iron Mike: Damn right… Super Unknown throws down the cross as Hunter stomps Weiss in the gut causing him to spit up some blood, right now he’s so bloody we honestly can’t tell if it’s internal or external. Super Unknown begins unrolling the barbed wire, as Hunter drags Fox’s carcass up and onto the cross. Weiss slaps Fox a couple times across the face and spits down on him. He looks up to see Super Unknown handing him a long piece of barbed wire. Weiss takes it and begins tying Fox’s right arm in place on the cross. Super Unknown pulls off another long piece and throws it to the ground next to them, and then goes back to unrolling more. Hunter takes the piece that Super Unknown tossed to the ground and begins to tie Fox’s feet together and to the bottom of the cross. Super Unknown snips off another chunk and finishes up this unholy act by tying Fox’s left arm in place. Hunter finishes up the feet and then stands pointing at the Pontiac GTO. He and Super Unknown now both lift Fox and the cross off the ground and are heading over to the car. Steven Travis: Now what?! Now what are these BASTARDS going to do? Iron Mike: Your guess is as good as mine Stevie! The two men lift Fox and the cross up onto the hood of the car and place the bottom of the cross firmly into the hood scoop assuring no tilting. Weiss tells Super Unknown something and he nods quickly and walks towards the ring crew as Hunter tosses the keys in hand and paces back and forth across the front of the car, giggling to himself… Super Unknown shoves a stage hand out of the way and grabs the microphone he was holding and turns back towards Hunter and tosses him the microphone… Steven Travis: Looks like this BASTARD is going to say something… Hunter flips the switch on the bottom of the microphone and we can now hear his laughing much louder as he walks down the isle away from Fox and the car… Hunter Weiss: Heh, heh, heh, HA, HA, HA, HA!!! You thought you had me tonight, didn’t you, you son of a bitch! Hunter walked down the isle, next to the cage… Hunter Weiss: I must tell you Wombat… You ALMOST had me… you were THIS CLOSE man… but you fucking fell short… like always… Hunter walked right over to where he had dropped his trusty weed whacker at the beginning of the match and bent down picking it up, grunting slightly and breathing heavy as he talked… Hunter Weiss: Wombat… when are you going to learn, you ignorant fucker… that you can’t stop perfection… I’m always going to be one step ahead of you my friend… always… going out at finding Super Unknown was a BALLSY move bitch… He had dropped off the face of the earth, but you found him didn’t you, you fuck… Hunter turns and walks slowly back up the isle towards the car, the weed whacker in hand… Hunter Weiss: You thought, that you could go out and find Slambo the Clowns old tag team partner, and think he’d know me inside and out… Well you were right Wombat, he does… but there was one small thing you forgot about son… Hunter giggled as he came up to the car next to the helpless Fox Strife who lay crucified across the hood of the 1960’s Pontiac GTO… Hunter Weiss: It wasn’t I who fucked up his relationship with the man in black over there… it was Slambo the Clown – who FUCKED that up! Not me… Yeah, that was a bold move you tried to pull buddy… but it, just like your dick… was too little, too late… Heh, heh, heh, heh… Weiss handed Super Unknown the weed whacker who then jerked the ignition cord, not once, not twice, but on the 3rd try the weed whacker came to life! Hunter Weiss: How’s it feel Wombat? How’s it feel to know that every time you think you’ve taken one step forward, I knock your ass 2 steps back? Every time we meet I tell your ass the same thing… And every time we meet, you disregard a certain fact… YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!! Super Unknown revved up the Weed Whacker, raised it overhead and brought it down over Fox Strife’s stomach!!! Fox SCREAMED in agony as a mist of blood flew out from his stomach! Fox’s body jerked, and he tried to break free of the barbed wire, but he just couldn’t. It was too tight, and he had too little strength… Hunter Weiss: HOW’S THAT FEEL WOMBAT? HUH? FEEL GOOD? You’re the sorriest sack of SHIT I’ve ever seen… I’m honestly starting to get tired of FUCKING you over… But you know what, it’s still pretty damn fun! I want you to listen to me and listen close… Super Unknown turned off the ignition to the weed whacker and stepped aside as Weiss leaned in until his face almost touched Fox’s… Hunter Weiss: … You are never going to beat me Wombat… Never… If you survive what’s about to happen to you, I want you to think long and hard about that tomorrow… Think about it the next day too, and the day after that… From now on, until the day you die… You can’t beat me Wombat… You CAN’T beat Hunter James Weiss… Hunter stood and tossed the car keys in his hand, and walked to the driver’s side door and opened it. He cleared out the glass in the seat and got in, and in an instance the muscle car came to life! Steven Travis: Oh my GOD! What the Hell’s he going to do?!?! Super Unknown pointed at the cage repeatedly and shook his head, encouraging his new partner in crime, Hunter Weiss! Hunter revved up the engine, yet we could still hear the sickening laugh that could only belong to Hunter James Weiss! He moved the gearshift into drive and the car began rolling, the fans shrieked loudly as on live video Hunter began driving directly towards the Cage of Penance itself!!! Iron Mike: Bloody Hell NO! NO DON’T DO IT!!! Steven Travis: NO!!! DON’T YOU’LL KILL HIM!!! But he did, he kept driving, he picked up some speed and floored it!! The tires squalled as he gripped the steering wheel as his knuckles went white with desire! Hunter Weiss drove the 1960’s Pontiac GTO THROUGH the Cage wall!!! Iron Mike: MY GOD!! HE’S KILLED HIM!!! HE’S KILLED FOX STRIFE!!! The car stopped about a quarter of the way inside the cage. The cross in which Fox Strife had been tied to had flung off the hood of the car and into the rubble of tables and glass! Fox Strife now lays stomach first in the wreckage next to his partner Snake who was still out cold from the drop from the 2nd level!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Iron Mike: BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Steven Travis: DID YOU SEE THAT!?!? [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Steven Travis: SOMEONE GET SOME FUCKING PARAMEDICS OUT THERE!!! [align=center]“HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT!”[/align] Hunter Weiss opens the car door and laughs maniacally!!! He doubles over in laughter, his face and upper body covered in a sheet of his own blood!! Super Unknown meets Hunter at the Cage and helps him up, throwing one of his arms around his neck. The two men hold up their arms and laugh like the SICK FUCKS that they are!! The two men both hobble their way up the isle and into the Exit Doors, the entire parking lot sends out deafening madness!!! Steven Travis: I am at a loss for words folks… I don’t know what to say here… we may have just seen the last of Fox Strife here tonight… Iron Mike: Folks I know it’s hard to continue with the show after something this violent, but as they say, ‘The show MUST go on.’ Up next we have a Double Falls match for both the Hardcore and Diamond titles… Stay tuned… The brutal scene comes to an end as several Ambulances and Fire trucks arrive to the parking lot, Hunter Weiss and Super Unknown walk into the building, living to fight another day… Once again the camera cuts backstage, and, once again, finds 'The Natural' Ash Koopa strutting down a corridor in the United Center, this time dressed ready for combat. Along with his wrestling gear and a black training coat, the Diamond Championship snugly clings to Ash's waist like a giant belt buckle. Ignoring the camera, Ash turns and opens a locker room door, before stepping forth and entering the private room. Ash: "Evening, gentlemen." The camera follows Ash into the locker-room, revealing the two of the newest AWL signings to be crashed out on a couch, wearing nothing but their wrestling trunks. As HiM and Krusher focus on swilling from a bottle of beer, Maxx Anderson walks into the shot and extends his hand toward Ash, who promptly accepts and shakes with his mentor. Maxx: "Good to see ya, Ash. How you been?" Ash: "All the better for seeing some friendly faces here, I can tell you that much. I hear your boys put on an impressive display earlier tonight. I'm just sorry I missed it.." Maxx: "They pretty much demolished Los Luchas. I think they had to scrap one of the kids off the mat with a spatula. The boys did well, so I bought them their first victory beer.." Krusher: "You's is good to we's, boss.." Maxx: "Be quiet and drink your beer. The grown ups are talking." A smirk breaks on Ash's face as Krusher focuses on drinking his beer, whilst HiM simply pours the beer just left of his mouth, sending it spewing all over his chest. Ash tilts his head as he looks at HiM and goes to speak, but Maxx cuts him off by poking 'The Natural' in the chest. Maxx: "So, what did you come by for? I know you didn't check in to see if we were getting comfortable.." Ash: "Actually, it was exactly that. And to give my congratulations. I've been told it's customary to bring muffin baskets to welcome people, but I'm not an American and last time I checked, you don't like muffins. So, after the show, I found a little pub that is run by some folks from Manchester just around the corner. I figured I'd take you three there and buy you some drinks to celebrate my successful retention.." Maxx: "You're pretty confident about this match then?" Ash: "I'd be stupid not to be. After all, I'm the only one in the match who got their training from you." Smirking at his mentor, Ash extends his hand to Maxx and the two men shake again. Ash: "Good seeing you again, old man. I'll see you after the show.." Maxx: "Kick some arse, Ashy boy." With a slightly embarrassed look on his face, Ash turns and waves to HiM and Krusher, who somehow manage to miss the gesture as they stare at their bottles of beer. As Ash exits the room with a genuine smile, Maxx winks to his protégé, then closes the locker room door, bringing the scene to a close. |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 06:10 PM Post #6 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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**Backstage we find ourselves near a Pepsi vending machine where we notice Seven leaning up against the side while chatting on his cell phone. He looks like he's ready to go for his big six man match as we notice that he's already in his full wrestling attire. Wrapped around his left arm is a black band with the letters 'A.D.' on it in white. Seven hangs up the phone before noticing the camera man walking towards him.** Seven "Jesus, you guys sure know how to sneak around to get a shot of somebody. What if you came across the big bad Mister Cherry one day and be cracked your face wide open?" **A voice from behind the camera is heard..more than likely that of the camera man himself.** Camera Man "Mister Cherry? I've filmed him many times..no problem there." **An amazed yet confusing look comes over Seven's face.** Seven "Hm..so either Cherry isn't this tough guy that he claims to be or maybe he's just scared of you. Or maybe..just maybe, he thinks the same way I do and doesn't want a lawsuit for smacking around a college grad that's just trying to make a living as a camera man. Then again..I don't think Cherry has enough juice to comprehend that thought, so we'll just say he's scared of you just for the fun of things. So..Mister Camera Man, do you want to be the Hardcore Champion?" Camera Man "Umm..I'm not a wrestler..I'm just a camera man." **Seven just stands there and shakes his head.** Seven "Dammit, Camera Man, do you want this oppertounity or not? I don't care what you are now, I'm asking you if you'd rather have the chance to be something. You know..at one point in his life I'm sure Cherry was nothing more than an assiant manager at Kinko's. Well...at least that's how he looks. Maybe I should call him next time I need help copying nude photos of his Mom, what do you think?" **Laughter is heard as the camera begins to move up and down as if the camera man was chuckling. Seven reaches up and grabs the camera lense to hold it still. Seven "Hey..this is Whiplash, Camera Dude, not live at the Apollo. One thing that everyone has chosen to over look about me is that I've got the desire of a champion and tonight..I plan on deticating a championship win to my Uncle Artie who's in the hospital right now. I'm not in the fucking mood to dick around with Panther or Krychek tonight, I'm going straight for Cherry then for Koopa. If anyone has a problem with that..then oh the fuck well!" **Seven shoves the camera back in a rage and walks out of the scene.** Matt Gooding: The following match is schedualed as two falls. The first fall will be contested under a Time Limit rule. The last person to have won the Hardcore Championship in the match will be declared the winner. The second fall will be contested under battle royal lumber jack rules, and it is for the Diamond Championship. "How Soon Is Now?" by The Smiths hits the PA system, the arena lights fade slightly and a pair of spotlights focus on the stage as 'The Natural' Ash Koopa steps through the curtain with his arms raised. Ash stands at the top of the stage and looks around the arena with a smirk on his face, then slowly saunters down the ramp toward the ring, taking his time to point and argue with the fans along the way. As he reaches ringside, Ash quickly bounds up the ring steps and along the apron, pausing only to look around at the fans before climbing through the ropes into the ring. Ash quickly bounds across the ring to the far ropes, then slows down on the rebound and simply walks around the ring as he removes his jacket and waits for the match to begin. Matt Gooding: Introducing first, he is the reigning Diamond Champion, "The Natural" Ash Koopa! A record screech is heard leading into "Paranoid" by Tantric. The crowd begins to boo as Greg Cherry walks down the aisle with Jack Campbell and Eddie Parker, the other two members of the Pit Stop Crew, behind him. Greg looks out into the crowd with disdain at the top of the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring. Once in the ring, he climbs the turnbuckles and outstretches his arms while looking down with his eyes closed. The boos continue as Greg walks over to an opposite turnbuckle and leans against it, getting some last minute advice from Jack and Eddie. Matt Gooding: The second man in this contest, he is the reigning Hardcore Champion, Greg Cherry! The innovative power driven guitar stylings of The Bled kick over the PA system where Neo Carner appears only after the yelled vocals and power driven guitars kick in. Neo stands at the top of the ramp, egging the crowd on with arm gestures and such. Saunters down to the ring, giving the crowd their just rewards of handshakes and slaps to show face kindness. Making his way to the ring and jumping onto the ring apron, leaping over the top rope then to the nearest turnbuckles. Throwing his arms over his head then lowering them to give himself a fistful pat on the chest. Neo then wanders around the ring waiting for his opponent or seeing them eye to eye in the center of the squared circle. Matt Gooding: The third man in this contest, Neo Carner! The arena dims down as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage begins to blares over the arena's PA system. A spotlight shines on the entrance and when KSE's lead singer, Howard, begins to scream a large explosion goes off and fire begins to shoot out of the stage. When the first verse begins, we see Seven and his manager, Kristin, standing tall looking over the cheering fans in attendance. The two make their way down slowly, greeting some fans along the way. Seven slides into the ring under the bottom rope and runs to jump into the nearest corner. A bright spotlight shines down onto the ring while Seven looks at the fans again with a a giant grin on his face during the chorus. The lights slowly begins to brighten back up to normal as the music fades away and Seven begins warming up while awaiting his opponent. Matt Gooding: The fourth man in this contest, Seven! A roaring panther is broadcast as "Boom" cues up. Panther walks out just smirking at the crowd. Panther just takes his time walking down the ramp, taunting fans and his opponent (if already in the ring). Pyros shoot off across the front of the ramp as Panther then slides into the ring and jumps on a turnbuckle and gives his taunt. Matt Gooding: The fifth man in this contest, Panther! "Revolution" by Tool and Rage Against the Machine hits the pa system and the arena dims. Rurik Krychek steps out from the back, in addition to his wrestling attire, he also has on a pair of sun glasses and a white glossy trench coat. Krychek walks to the ring, ignoring the jeers from the crowd. He arrives at the ring, walks up the stairs and steps into the ring. He removes his jacket and sun glasses, and hands them to a stage hand. Matt Gooding: The sixth and final man in this contest, Rurik Krychek! The six men stand and stare at each other. The referee makes sure they're waiting before waving for the bell. The bell rings. Neo and Ash Koopa immediatly begin thrownig fists at each other, while Greg and Seven do the same. Panther heads for Krychek, but Krychek quickly slides out of the ring. Panther stops, and just glares at Krychek for taking a cheap way out of the fight. Seven drops the Hardcore Champion with a right hand, and Panther runs up and back elbows him to the ground. Krychek makes his way over to the commentators and takes a seat. Iron Mike: What the hell is he doing? Steven: I think he's coming over! Iron Mike: Great, get your merchandise ready so he can sign it. Neo catches a punch from Ash Koopa, twists behind him, and applies a hammerlock. Ash quickly begins trying to circle around to get behind Neo, but Neo keeps up with him. Finally Ash dives at a set of ropes, and Neo is thrusted through the ropes, to the outside. Panther, never one to pass up oppourtunity, kicks Ash in the head as Seven and Greg pull themselves up. Seven starts towards Panther, but Greg Cherry leaps on his back and applies a sleeper hold. Panther pulls Koopa to his feet, and shoves him into the corner. Panther climbs onto the second rope and fires off a few punches into Ash's face. Seven, meanwhile, is flailing around with Greg on his back, trying to get him, off and eventually Greg is thrown off, but keeps a hold of the sleeper. Seven bends over, and Cherry hooks his leg around Seven's, followed by a sleeper hold leg sweep. Neo leaps onto the apron with trash can lid in hand and smacks the face of Panther. Panther, stunned, is then spinebustered by Ash. Neo climbs up the corner, but is caught by Ash, who pulls on the top rope, sending Neo's balls into hard steel. Bet you wanted to know that, huh? Iron Mike: Nice of you to join us Krychek, what are your thoughts? Krychek: Neo should've worn a cup. Greg Cherry rolls out of the ring and goes under it for weapons. He immediatly pulls out a ladder and lays it against the apron, poking into the ring, and goes back for more. Ash grabs the legs of Panther and heaves him up onto his shoulders. Ash falls back, and Panther is shot into the air, crashing into Neo, knocking him off the corner, to the outside. Seven is pulling himself up. Greg has pulled a table and a trash can filled with random objects. Greg begins putting the legs of the table up as Seven leaps onto the end of the ladder in the ring, see-sawing it into Greg's face, instantly breaking open Greg's nose. Greg falls back into the steel steps. Seven slides out of the ring and covers. 1...2...3! Seven has obtained the Championship Iron Mike: Seven has obtained the title for this moment in time. Steven: Krychek, can I have your autograph?! Krychek: No. Ash Koopa slides out of the ring as Seven gets up. Seven charges at Ash and shoulder blocks him down. Neo uses his left foot to kick the trash can lid in the air and then proceeds to use the right foot to kick it into the face of Seven. Ash and Neo pull themselves up and slugs Seven a few times. They grab his arms and whip him into the steel rail. Ash grabs Neo's arm and whips him toawrds Seven. Neo extends a leg to kick him in the face, but Ash yanks him back, and Ash shoulder back tosses him. Panther slides out of the ring, and Ash steps up to Seven. Iron Mike: These people are beating the hell out of each other, Krychek why aren't you in there? Krychek: ...Because they're beating the hell out of each other. Steven: Ingenius use of pulling a Richmond! Krychek: Stop coining phrases using our names. Iron Mike: I think it's kind of hypocritical of you to brag about being able to beat these guys last Fury, and yet aren't wrestling them. Krychek: Hypocrite's my middle name. Ash straightens a side of his tights quickly before grabbing Seven's arm and whipping him at the steel post, which Seven slams into. Panther slides out of the ring as Greg is pulling himself up. Panther slugs Cherry, and Cherry turns into the steel steps. Panther grabs the trash can, and empties the contents before slamming it over Cherry's back. Ash grabs Seven's head and leads him away from the ring, to the ring isle. Ash quickly drops Seven with a DDT as Neo is working on getting up. Ash stands up and begins peeling back the padding. Ash gets a strip of cement cleared, and Neo rounds the corner. Neo leaps and clubs the back of Ash. Neo brings him to the ring and slams his head into it. Panther shoves the ladder into the ring for seemingly no reason as he turns back to Greg Cherry and pulls him off the steel steps. Panther slugs him and Cherry turns, hitting into the steel steps again. Panther backs up and charges, but Cherry trips him with a drop toe hold into it. Seven has arrived back on his feet, as Neo is pressing the face of Ash into the apron. Seven comes up from behind and grabs Ash's legs, and hoists them up, surprising Neo who didn't see Seven. Iron Mike: Team work from Neo and Seven. Steven: Their team work will never compare to Krychek and Richmond's team work. Krychek: He doesn't shut up, does he? Iron Mike: No. Neo and Seven exchange a quick greeting, and Neo reaches under the ring. Neo pulls out a chair and leaps onto the apron. Ash begins to squirm, and Seven knee lifts his stomach. Neo takes a short sprint across the apron, before leaping, placing the chair behinds his legs and leg dropping it into Ash's back. Neo falls back onto the ring side padding pile. Seven lets go and Ash feels his back in pain. Cherry pulls Panther off the steps, and grabs a weight bench weight up. Cherry then smacks it into Panther's face. Neo gets up and motions for Seven to pull Ash back up. Seven does so, and Ash winces at his back. Neo grabs the chair and leaps back onto the apron. Neo makes sure Seven's ready, then sprints down the apron, leaps, and dropkicks the chair into Seven's face, sending him backwards into the steel rail. Neo, this time doesn't land on the padding, and lands shoulder first into the cement. Neo takes a moment to wince at his shoulder, before crawling to Seven and covering. 1...2...3! Neo Carner has obtained the Championship Iron Mike: Who saw that coming? Krychek: I did. Iron Mike: Of course you did. You know everything, don't you. Why don't you tell me what I'm thinking of doing right now. Thump. Steven: Ow. Iron Mike: Close enough. Greg hears the bell ring, and looks over as Neo is starting to try and pull himself up. Cherry makes his way around the ring towards Neo. Cherry grabs his arm and whips him around. Neo clutches the arm from where the shoulder hit the cement, and Cherry is quick to take him down into a reverse armbar. Cherry leans far back into it, really trying to wrench it in. Neo tries fighting it, but decides he'd rather be able to wrestle and get it back in a few minutes, and as such taps out. Greg Cherry has obtained the Championship Iron Mike: Ten minutes left to go, and Neo Carner has given up the title for the sake of being able to fight later. Greg pulls himself up, as Ash and Panther are pulling themselves up. Greg grabs the chair Neo was using and slams it into Ash' back. Greg goes to slam the chair into Seven's head, but Seven moves out of the way and kicks Greg in the kneecap. Panther slowly moves around the ring, as Seven gets up. Greg arrives on his feet, and Seven clotheslines him down. Panther picks up the trash can lid Neo had used earlier, and runs up to Seven, clubbing him with it. Neo pulls himself up and Panther slams it into his shoulder. Panther covers Greg quickly. 1...2...kick out. Panther pulls himself up and grabs Neo's head. Neo elbows Panther's stomach several times before spinning around and clotheslining him to the ground. Ash pulls himself up, holding his back. Neo begins pulling himself up, but Ash violently kicks him in the face, standing him up. Ash bends Neo over, heaves him up and drops with a sit-out powerbomb. Steven: The cement was never meant to be used as a weapon. Iron Mike: But it should be. Did you see Neo's head bounce off the concrete? That was good. Ash rolls Neo away and pulls himself up. Seven pulls himself up and charges into Ash. Seven shoves Ash for a bit until they trip over the padding and Ash goes fast first into the steel steps. Greg, meanwhile, has been crawling around the ring, trying to get away from the action. Seven notices his foot going around the corner of the ring, and follows him. Greg grabs the edge of the table he pulled out earlier, as Seven grabs his foot. Seven pulls him back towards the open floor, trying to keep the champion where he can do the most damage. Krychek: So which one of you morons noticed that Ash Koopa came out to the same theme that K-2 did earlier? Steven: Probably just a production error. Krychek: They're not bright, but they're not that stupid. Greg flops over onto his back and kicks Seven in the stomach. Greg crawls backwards as Seven tries grabbing him. Greg uses a foot to raise the legs on one side of the table into Seven's gut. Greg rolls backwards over his head, pulling the other table legs up as he did so. Greg grabs the table, heaves it up and spears it into Seven's stomach, sending him to his knees. Greg flips the table over, and makes sure the legs are locked. Greg grabs Seven and pulls him up. Greg grabs his head, and leaps over the table for a Pit Stop, but Seven shoves him off, and Greg slams into the steel post. Greg stumbles backwards, Seven applies a full nelson and flips Greg over head with a full nelson suplex, bridging for a pin. 1...2...Panther lunges and breaks up the pin. Panther stands up, and pulls Seven up. Panther head and wing catches Seven for the Black Magic, but Seven elbows his way out of it and aims for a suplex onto the table. Iron Mike: Five minutes left, Greg has a chance of retaining. Steven: It'd be a miracle if he did. Panther flips over his head, however, landing on his feet. Panther elbows him in the head, and quickly slides across the table to the far side. Seven turns around and Panther kicks his end of the table up into Seven's face, sending Seven stumbling. Panther moves the table closer to him as Ash is getting up. Ash lunges, and spears Seven into the table. Ash begins pulling himself up as Panther runs and spears Ash to the mat. Greg, meanwhile is pulling himself up using the railing, and Neo has pulled himself up. Neo walks up to Panther and kicks him in the head. Neo headlocks Panther and kneels down, slamming his face into his knee. Panther stands up holding his face, and Greg runs. Cherry leaps and Pit Stops Panther. Greg begins getting up, and Neo tries kicking him in the chest. Cherry catches it, and slams the foot down. Cherry goes up quickly and begins taking Neo down with a reverse armbar takedown, but Neo rolls through. Both get up, and Neo kicks Cherry in the stomach. Neo is quick to ddt Cherry into the cement. Ash pulls himself up as Neo does the same. Ash runs and spears into Neo. Ash keeps running, however, and doesnt stop until he slams Neo into the steel ramp. Ash is quick to pull Neo back up and snap suplexes him onto the steel ramp. Ash stands up and grabs Neo's hurt arm. Ash wraps his hands around Neo's hand, and uses his arms to pull Neo's arm towards the outness of it's socket. Seven crawls over to Cherry, and covers. 1...2...3! Seven has obtained the Championship. Iron Mike: Seven has snuck in a quick pin, but there's still time. Ash Koopa is still in pretty decent shape. Seven rolls off Cherry, and feels his back from where he hit into the table. Ash continues attempting to separate Neo's arm from his body. After a bit of this Ash releases and stands up. Ash grabs the arm and yanks it, causing to Neo to yelp. Ash then holds the arm up so Neo dangles by it. Ash is a cruel bastard, but a smart one as well. Neo gets his footing, leaps and backflips, catching Ash with two kicks to the back of the head. Neo lands, and clutches his arm as Ash lands on his hands and knees, desperate not to fall all the way down, so he doesn't show too much weakness towards getting kicked in the head twice in a matter of seconds. Cause wrestlers have their pride you know. Ash is the first to his feet, and kicks Neo in the shoulder. Ash glances at the jumbo tron to see there's less than a minute left on the clock. Ash quickly walks over to Cherry and covers. Ash bangs his head as he counts, 1...2...3...4?...5?... Ash gets off Cherry as he realizes he's not the one. Ash covers Seven, and presses hard to try and keep him down. 1...2...Seven kicks out. Ash gasps, he found the right one, but didn't keep them down. Ash stands up and quickly pulls Seven up. Ash front facelocks Seven for a DDT, but Seven responds with a quick northern lights suplex as the timer goes out. Matt Gooding: The end of fall one, and Seven is your new Hardcore Champion! The crowd cheers as Seven has won the title. Stage hands rush out from the back to tidy up ring side. A few set up chairs and help wrestlers into the chairs for resting. Iron Mike: Seven is the new Hardcore Champion. Steven: Greg Cherry's not going to be pleased once he finds out. Krychek: If Greg Cherry should be not pleased about something, it should be that he's Greg Cherry. The rest of the stage hands clean up ring side, sweeping the weapons back under the ring, and putting the padding back down. Krychek: Well that's my cue. Krychek sets his head set down and goes to the ring. Krychek leaps onto the apron and stands there, waiting. The rest of the wrestlers get onto the aprons or into the ring. Matt Gooding: And now, fall two. Greg Cherry and Neo Carner are the first two in the ring, while Ash Koopa, the new Hardcore Champion Seven, and Panther are on the apron with Krychek. The bell sounds and both men circle the center. Finally they lock up and shove at each other. Cherry, the ever intellegent bastard he is, presses into the left arm of Neo, putting pressure on the bad arm. Neo flinches and looses his footing and Cherry backs him into the ropes. Neo doesn't loose his fighting spirit, however, and rolls so Cherry is in the ropes. Cherry rolls it back, and drop toe holds Neo. Cherry is quick to stand up, and pull Neo up. Cherry wrenches Neo's arm and pushes on the shoulder blade, resulting in a grunt of pain from Neo. Neo commando rolls through to his knees, grabs Cherry's legs and pulls them to trip him. Neo covers. 1...2...kick out. Both men quickly get up and Neo charges at Cherry. Cherry bends over and heaves Neo up and over the ropes, to the outside. Ash Koopa is the next in the ring, being it's under lucha libre tag rules, he can do that legally. Ash and Greg run up to each other and slug each other a few times. Iron Mike: You have to love the fighting spirit in Ash Koopa, he's not discouraged by barely missing out on the Hardcore title. Ash finally blocks one of Cherry's punches and stuns him with a discus elbow smash. Cherry stumbles, and Ash backs him to the ropes. Ash whips him across the ring. Cherry comes back, Ash lifts him up and drops him with a pendulum back breaker. Ash lets Cherry bend over his knee for a moment before grabbing his head and standing up. Ash pulls Cherry up and shoves him into a corner. Ash grabs the middle ropes and begins shoulder thrusting the lower back of Cherry. Panther slowly sneaks into the ring, and sneaks up behind Ash as he finishes the shoulder thrusting. Panther runs up and shoulder blocks him from behind, sending Ash through the ropse to the outside. Panther grabs Greg's arm and turns him around. Panther lands a vicious chop to the chest of Cherry. Panther then front facelocks Cherry and heaves him up for a suplex. Cherry shifts his weight at the right time to slip out of Panther's grasp. Cherry grabs Panther's waist and rolls backwards, ending with sitting on Panther's legs. 1...2...Panther kicks out and Cherry uses the momentum to go through the ropes so he can have a break. Iron Mike: Cherry is quick to take a break when he needs to. Steven: Well it is an elimination match. Iron Mike: Speaking of which, I don't think there's supposed to be tagging in this match... Steven: Well if there was a writer, I'm sure he just mistook the match, and thought it was a six-man mayhem. Iron Mike: What are you talking about, writers? Steven: I don't know, I think Krychek slipped something into my water. Finally, at this point, Krychek steps into the ring as Panther is pulling himself up. Krychek charges to the ropes in front of Panther, rebounds and levels Panther with a running calf kick. Krychek smirks and covers. 1...2...kick out. Krychek stands up and wanders over to Seven. Krychek tags him, even though all he would have to do is leave the ring, and returns to his corner. A slightly befuddled Seven shakes the oddness of Krychek's being in for so little time before leaving, and enters. Panther is on his hands and knees as Seven steps up to him. Seven kicks him in the face to verticlize Panther while on his knees. Seven then back spins for a kick, which Panther catches. Panther throws the foot down, stands up and rear waist locks Seven. Panther tosses Seven over head with a german suplex, and holds on to it. Panther pulls himself up and brings Seven up with him. Seven stomps his foot, goes behind, and tosses Panther with a release german suplex. Seven pulls himself up and walks over to Panther. Seven grabs his arm and wrenches it. Seven pulls Panther up and offers a hand to Krychek to tag him in, but Krychek shakes his head and waves off the tag attempt. Seven shakes off the eccentricicities of Krychek and knee lifts Panther. Iron Mike: Krychek finally wrestled for a bit, but seems completely disinterested in the match in general. Steven: It's all part of his master plan. Iron Mike: Of? Steven: Pft, like I'm smart enough to figure it out. Seven pulls Panther into the middle of the ring and wraps Panther up for a northern lights suplex. Panther knees Seven several times to break it up. Panther discusses for a clothesline, Seven catches the arm, and brings it behind Panther into a hammerlock. Panther bends over quickly, flipping Seven over head. Panther quickly drops with an elbow drop. Panther begins getting up as Ash Koopa steps into the ring. Ash runs up behind Panther and knees him from behind, sending Panther out of the ring. Ash Koopa falls down into a pin on Seven. 1...2...kick out. Ash stands up quickly and pulls Seven up. Ash holds his head and neck and levels Seven's face with a few front elbows. Ash whips Seven into a corner and charges after him. Ash lands a hard clothesline, and mouths off to Neo Carner as he steps out of the corner. Ash grabs Seven's arm and pulls him out of the corner. Ash Koopa proceeds to wrap him up in a northern lights and suplexes him. Ash bridges for the pin. 1...2...kick out. Neo Carner steps into the ring and begins unloading with elbows to the back of Koopas head. After he has Ash hurt, Neo shoves Seven out of the ring and kicks Ash in the head. Neo pulls Ash Koopa to his feet and whips him across the ring. Ash bounces off the ropes, and Neo goes for a clothesline. Ash catches the arm, twists him and Neo around, grabs Neo's head and hits That Robert's Move. Ash covers. 1...2...3! Neo Carner has been eliminated. Iron Mike: First elimination, and Neo Carner is out of here. Ash stands up, and rolls Neo out of the ring as Panther gets back into the ring. Ash stands up and Panther re-enters the ring. Panther and Ash circle the center for a moment before locking up. Panther and Ash shove at each other, and soon Ash takes Panther down with an arm drag. Both men get back up, and Panther hip tosses Ash. Ash gets back up and Panther kicks him in the stomach. Panther head and wing catches Ash, heaves him up and drops him down with the Black Magic. Panther begins to get up, as Seven enters the ring. Seven runs up behind Panther and pulls him into a school boy. 1...2...3! Panther has been eliminated. Steven: Seven steals the pin, and Panther's gone. Panther kicks out of it a split second too late and sighs in disappointment. Panther rolls out of the ring and joins Neo Carner as one of the lumber jacks. Seven grabs Ash's head and pulls him up. Seven elbows Ash in the face and whips him at the ropes. Ash comes back and is given a powerslam. 1...2...kick out. Greg Cherry gets into the ring, comes up behind Seven and grabs his neck and tights. Greg leads him to a side of the ring and tosses him through the ropes. Greg turns back to Ash and sits him up. Greg kicks Ash in the back, and proceeds to pull him up. At this point Krychek steps down the stairs into ring side. Iron Mike: Where the hell is he going? Steven: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME! Iron Mike: ... Thump. Krychek heads towards the back, as Greg chops Koopa. Greg knees Ash in the stomach and underhooks him. Greg heaves Ash up and drops him over his knee with a back breaker. Greg covers. 1...2...kick out. Greg grabs Ash' arm and pulls him up. Ash quickly headlocks Greg and takes him to the mat. Ash wrenches in the headlock, while Seven watches from the apron. 1...2...Greg shoots an arm off the mat to ensure he doesn't get pinned while in a headlock. Greg hooks an arm in Ash's arm pit, and rolls, rolling Ash into a pin. 1...2...kick out. Both men quickly get back up, and Ash klunks Greg over the head with his forearm. Ash front face locks Greg and pulls him to his feet. Ash goes for That Robert's Move again, but Greg wraps his legs around Ash's leg, and yanks backwards, dropping Ash to the mat. Greg rolls over head and applies his own front face lock. Greg stands up and yanks Ash to his feet, before dropping with a ddt of his own. Greg rolls Ash over and covers. 1...2...kick out! Greg sits up, screams in frustration. Greg gets to his feet and grabs Ash's head. Greg pulls Ash up and Ash falls down, bringing Greg into a small package. 1...2...kick out! Both men get to their feet, Greg leaps, and Pit Stops Ash. Greg covers quickly. 1...2...3! Greg gets on his knees and raises his arms in the air, celebrating getting rid of Ash, and being one step closer to getting the Diamond Championship. Ash Koopa has been eliminated. Iron Mike: Ash Koopa is gone. Steven: Krychek appears to be as well.... I suppose this ends Ash in fourth? Iron Mike: I guess. On the way back up, Greg is taken down with a clothesline from Seven. The referee rolls Ash out of the ring, who lands on his feet. Ash leans against the apron, and looks around, disappointed with how he did. Ash smacks the apron before slowly walking to the back with a head ache. Neo and Panther remain on the outside to be used as lumber jacks, but it doesn't seem they're getting much use. Seven pulls Greg to his feet and grabs his leg and arm. Seven snaps and twists for the Bloodlust, but Greg spins out of it, and grabs Seven's waist. Greg rolls backwards into a pin. 1...2...kick out. Both men get up, and lock up in the center of the ring. They push and shove at each other. Greg drops with an arm drag. Both men get up and Seven arm drags Greg. Both get up and both try a dropkick, but only kick the other's feet. Both get up and Greg runs into Seven who heaves him up with a military press with a quick release. Greg bounces off his chest and stomach back to his feet, and groans in pain. Seven grabs Greg's waist and german suplexes him into the turnbuckle. Greg leans into it after hitting it, and winces in pain. Seven gets up, and quickly heads towards Greg. Seven bends over to grab Greg, but Greg kicks him in the stomach. Seven tries again, but again Greg kicks him in the stomach. Greg kicks him in the face and pulls himself up. Greg heaves himself onto the second rope and lunges off with a Lou Thesz press. Greg holds for the pin. 1...2...kick out! Iron Mike: Possibly the last ditch effort from Greg. Steven: Such a crappy move. Greg slumps over, and Seven coughs. After a minute or so of lying down both men slowly begin to move. Eventually they arrive on their feet and Greg stumbles away from the ropes into Seven's grasp. Seven heaves Greg up for the Bloodlust, but Greg again spins out of it. Greg grabs Seven's head and quickly hits the Cherry Pit. Greg covers. 1...2...3! Iron Mike: Greg Cherry has won the Diamond championship! He loses the Hardcore, but gains the Diamond! The crowd boos as the Pit Crew quickly run out from the back. They slide into the ring and roll Greg off Seven, and try getting him to stand up, but Greg's too tired to stand right now. The referee quickly retrieves the belts, and lays the Hardcore title on Seven and the Diamond on Greg. Iron Mike: Two new Champions crowned, is this a sign of things to come? Steven: Yes Mike, yes it is. 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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 06:13 PM Post #7 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Gooding "The following contest is the Windy City Whiplash Ladder Match to decide the NEW Number One Contender for the AWL World Heavyweight Championship. Hanging above the ring is a briefcase with the proper documents that the winner must sign in order to have his title match.." The arena is cast in darkness. The guitar beckons, the snares bang, the bass rides. "Last Dinosaur", by way of The Pillows, is playing. It's twenty seconds in, twenty seconds of darkness and roaring rock before the lyrics kick in, and the lights in front of the entrance ignite. Gooding "Introducing first, from Flint Michigan, he weighs in at one-hundred and fifty pounds..Eros...MAKO!!" Steven Travis "Eros Mako has come a long way in his career to get to this very match here tonight. Let's see how well he does." Standing there, with his head low and out of sight by the hood of his trench, is Eros Mako. He moves rhythmically, down the ramp and past the crowd with both hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat. The ring steps are climbed, then the turnbuckle which he mounts from the outside. He waits a moment... and the coat is thrown the arena floor. A nod to the crowd around him, then he climbs completely into the ring. Across the ring he goes, to climb the opposite turnbuckle from the inside. An admiring stare, a nod. Eros takes a seat on the turnbuckle facing inside of the ring. The darkness encompassing the arena fully subsides. [align=center]"...He's coming..."[/align] As the brooding voice of the young girl fades into the night, everything quiets down in the arena, the gargantuan lights fade into the abyss as a slew of dim orange lights manifest into the roaring arena, making it seem as though the entire arena was being illuminated by an unseen candlelight. As the fans bicker throughout the arena, the stage lights up in agony as a series of ten bright pyros befall the entry ramp before slowly fading into smoke. As the last pyro diminishes, the first chord is heard and suddenly "Beast of Blood" by Malice Mizer institutes itself over the speaker systems. The haunting melody echos throughout the arena, summoning the fans' mixed reactions. As the riffs kick in, slowly drowning away the organ playing of the brooding melody, the fans roar with passion as a figure steps from the boundaries of what seemed to be emptiness, enthralled by the vast quantity of people surrounding it. The chords ripple once more as the camera focuses on a shadowy figure in the midst of life in the audience and the litter of bickering fans all turn to that figure at their own pace. Gooding "And his opponent..hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at one-hundred and ninty pounds..SYNKAI!" As the first word is heard, the lights shine down over the random entrance in the midst of the crowd and Synkai Daythona is seen in a 'Your Excellence' pose, standing on a platform about a foot above the slew of people scattered throughout the area. Basking in the roars of the people surrounding him, Synkai steps down from the platform and begins walking through the array of people obstructing his path to the ring, whilst being patted, groped, grasped and even hugged. But his nonchalant demeanor remained the same, as did his forward march straight down through the people in the crowd. Iron Mike "Well if you ask me, I think neither one of these men deserve to be in this match, Steven. Neither one of them weigh over two-hundred pounds!" As Synkai reaches the foam barricade, he - in nearly slow motion - hops over the top and paces around the barricade, near the fans, allowing them to get up close and personal with him as the camera pans behind him, but soon Synkai's first foot touches the steel step and he humbly steps onto the apron before placing his right leg over the top rope, followed by his left leg, to place him in a sitting position. From there, he leans back completely to hang much like a bat by the top ropes. As the cameras stop going of, Synkai does a sit up from that position into the ring. As he steps into the frame of the camera in the center of the ring, he looks to his left and to his right before walking to the Northeast turnbuckle and stepping onto the top turnbuckle to perform a 'Your Excellence' pose. From there, the music fades as he removes certain gear from his attire; much to the delight of the females in attendance, who show their support by screaming at the top of their lungs. Steven Travis "Prehaps you're right, Mike, but these two men have heavy hearts!" The referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match as Eros and Synkai walk to the center of the ring and shake hands. Synkai and Eros back away from each other then circle around a bit. Synkai and Eros lock up collar and elbow then struggle for position. Synkai gains the advantage by forcing Eros back into the turnbuckle. The referee breaks the two men apart but Synkai rears back and opens up with knife edged chops to the chest of Eros which echo throughout the arena. Synkai grabs a hold of Eros and goes to whip him out of the turnbuckle but Eros reverses the whip and sends Synkai into the turnbuckle which he previously stood. Eros grabs a hold of the top rope then begins stomping a mudhole in Synkai and walking it dry. Eros grabs a hold of Synkai then whips him out of the turnbuckle and into the ropes. As Synkai bounces off the ropes Eros hits him with a dropkick to the chin that sends him down to the mat hard. Steven Travis "He could be out cold from that shot!" Eros gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Synkai and lifts him back up to his feet. Eros gives Synkai a couple of right hands to the face and then whips him into the ropes. Eros Mako ducks his head down and goes for a big back body drop but Synkai puts the breaks on and gives Eros a stiff kick to the face that causes him to stagger. Synkai grabs a hold of Eros and sends him face first into the mat hard after connecting with a bulldog. Synkai turns around and stalks around Eros as he staggers back up to his feet. Synkai grabs a hold of Eros and connects with a belly to back suplex that lands Eros right on his neck. Synkai gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Eros and lifts him back up to his feet. Synkai gives Eros a couple of right hands to the face then whips him into the ropes. Synkai catches Eros and hits him with a powerslam down to the mat hard. Synkai climbs out of the ring and retrives the ladder. Eros rolls to his side and places his hand behind his back. Synkai slide the ladder underneath the bottom rope and then slides in himself. Eros begins to make his way to his feet before Synkai delivers a boot to Eros' face. Steven Travis "Synkai is trying to keep Eros down so he can set up that ladder." Synkai sets the ladder up underneath the briefcase and begins to climb up to the prize. Eros begins to recover and Synkai notices that his opponent is begining to get back to his feet. Synkai looks up at the briefcase then back down at his opponent before deciding to leap off and drop an elbow right into Eros' shoulder. Synkai gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Eros and lifts him back up to his feet. Synkai gives Eros a couple of right hands to the face and then whips him into the ropes. As Eros bounces off the ropes Synkai hits him with a big boot to the face that sends him back down to the mat. Synkai turns around then stalks around Eros as he staggers back up to his feet. Synkai grabs a hold of Eros from behind and hits him with a full nelson slam! Synkai gets back up to his feet then makes his way back up over to the corner and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Eros gets back up to his feet quickly and makes his way over to the corner and grabs Synkai. Eros jumps to the second rope and locks his arms around Synkai then leaps off the rope and hits Synkai with a huge belly to belly suplex! Iron Mike "HOLY SHIT!" Eros gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Synkai and lifts him back up to his feet. Eros sends Synkai into the ropes and as Synkai comes running back he's met with a spinning wheel kick to the face. Eros turns around and stalks around Synkai as he staggers back up to his feet. Eros grabs a hold of Synkai and hits him with a sidewalk slam down to the mat hard. Eros then gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. He balances himself on the top rope and then leaps off and hits Synkai with a flying elbow drop! Eros rolls around the mat holding his shoulder in pain a bit but raises up to his feet and focuses on the the ladder. Eros sets the ladder up in the ring and slowly begins to make his way up. Steven Travis "It could be over right here, Mike!" Eros continues to climb while starring up at the briefcase. He doesn't realize that Synkai has begun to rise up to his feet. Synkai notices Eros is climbing and rushes over to push the ladder over. Eros and the ladder come crashing down in the ring. Iron Mike "OH! Not enough Steven. Synkai recovered too quickly for Eros to even get half way up!" Synkai walks over to Eros and lifts him up to his feet. Synkai lifts Eros into a back body drop but Eros reverses it! Eros hooks the head and twists himself around to deliver a painful ddt onto the ladder! Both men lay on top of the ladder in pain. Eros gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Snykai and lifts him back up to his feet. Eros lifts Snykai into the air and then hits him with a body slam down to the mat hard. Eros makes his way over to the corner and then measures up Snykai who's laying on the mat. Eros comes charging out of the corner and then hits Snykai with a leg drop down across the throat. Eros gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Snykai and then lifts him back up to his feet. Eros tosses Snykai into the corner and runs at him connecting with a huge shoulder block. Eros backs up and Snykai stumbles forward before falling down to the mat hard. Eros makes his way over to the corner and then begins climbing the turnbuckle. Eros balances himself on the top rope then leaps off and attempts a moonsault off the top rope but Synkai moves out of the way! Eros hits the mat hard and both men lay motionless on the mat. Steven Travis "Neither one of these men are going to limit their abilities here, Mike. They're pulling out all the stops!" Both men slowly begin to recover but to everyone's surprise Eros is the first to his feet. Snykai uses some nearby ropes to help pull himself up before Eros grabs Snykai and lifts him the rest of the way up. Eros goes for an irish whip but Snykai reverses it. Snykai goes running at Eros and connects with a running knee lift that causes Eros to flip over and land on his back. Snykai drops to a knee while the crowd goes absolutely wild. Snykai staggers back up to his feet. Snykai stalks around Eros as he staggers back up to his feet. Snykai grabs a hold of Eros from behind and tosses him into the nearest turnbuckle face first. Snykai pounds Eros' head repeatedly into the turnbuckle until his head is busted wide open. Snykai grabs a hold of Eros from behind and hits him with a reverse DDT down to the mat hard. Snykai begins to limp towards the fallen ladder and lifts it off of the mat. Eros begins to recover and sits up. Synkai draws the ladder back and plants the top of it into Eros' face hard causing his forehead to be split wide open. Eros falls back down and holds his head in pain while Synkai sets up the ladder. Iron Mike "This is it..this has gotta be one of the most brutal battles these two men have been in for some time!" Synkai begins to lift himself up the ladder and closer towards the briefcase. Synkai is a mere foot away when Eros begins to recover and stands up to a vertical base. Now Synkai is inches away from the prize but Eros begins to climb up the other side of the ladder. Synkai notices his opponent on the ladder and focuses a few right hooks at Eros to try and knock him off the ladder. It doesn't work though as Eros just fights back with a few hooks of his own. Eros and Synkai are at the same equal length from the briefcase as the two continue to fight. Eros grabs Synkai by the back of the head and begins to bang it against the top of the ladder. Synkais forehead begins to split open and blood starts dripping down his face. With no other option left Synkai begins to rock the ladder side to side until the ladder comes falling down and both men fall chest first into the top rope. They both go bouncing off and land onto the mat while the crowd begins chanting 'HOLY SHIT!' Steven Travis "JESUS!! These men are pulling out all the stops to get to that case! What a great match!" Both men lay motion less in the ring while the ref begins to check on both of them. Synkai gets up to his feet first then stalks around Eros as he staggers back up to his feet. As Eros turns around Synkai reaches out and grabs a hold of him by the throat. Synkai lifts Eros high into the air and hits him with a chokeslam down to the mat hard. Synkai wipes the sweat from his face and then paces around the ring a bit getting his adrenaline flowing. Synkai stalks around Eros as he staggers back up to his feet. Synkai gives Eros a boot to the mid-section then shoves his head between his legs. Synkai grabs a hold of Eros by the waist then lifts him up into the air and hits him with a powerbomb down to the mat hard. Synkai turns then makes his way over to the corner and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Iron Mike "Well this couldn't be good. We've seen both men go for high risk moves tonight!" Synkai begins climbing his way up to the top rope slowly as Eros lays on the mat motionless. Synkai reaches the top rope and goes for the Wit's End! At the last second Eros moves out of the way causing Synkai to crash and burn down to the mat hard. Eros staggers back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Synkai and lifts him back up to his feet. Eros twists Synkai around and then hits him with a hangman's neckbreaker down to the mat hard. Eros gets back up to his feet then stalks around Synkai as he staggers back up to his feet. Eros gives Synkai a boot to the mid-section then hits him with a double arm DDT down to the mat hard. Eros lifts the ladder up and over his head before violently slamming it onto Synkais chest. Eros drops down to a knee. Iron Mike "God that's gotta hurt! These guys have gotta be fatigued." Steven Travis "I think we're seeing a side of Eros we haven't really seen before, Mike." Eros gets back up to his feet then stalks around Synkai as he staggers back up to his feet. Eros gives Synkai a boot to the mid-section then goes for a ddt but Synkai counters and pushes Eros away and off into the ropes. Eros bounces off the ropes as Synkai goes for a big boot to the face but Eros ducks under it. Eros grabs a hold of Synkai from behind and hits him with a fallout jawbreaker down to the mat hard. Eros walks over and picks the ladder up. He sets it up underneath the briefcase and begins to climb. Iron Mike "Something tells me that this is the end right here!" Eros is already halfway up the ladder when he looks down and notices Synkai begining to get up. Eros takes a few more steps up and turns to face his opponent before leaping off and catching Synkai with a missle dropkick to the face! Steven Travis "Wrong Mike. Eros and Synkai are going to fight until one of them is either unconcious or dead!" Eros gets to his feet and raises Synkai to a vertical base. Suddenly boos being to fill the arena as Rurik Krychek comes running down the ramp with a kendo stick. He slides in underneath the bottom rope and begin to approach Eros. As he raises the kendo stick into the air Synkai comes from behind and wraps his arms around Krychek's waist. Synkai lifts Krychek up into the air and delivers a german suplex. The kendo stick slips out of Krychek's hand and falls onto the mat. The ref focuses his attention on getting Krychek up and out of the ring. Eros picks the stick up after Synkai gets back to his feet. Eros and Synkai stand side by side as they look down at Krychek. Suddenly Eros pulls back and takes a huge swing and plants the kendo stick into Synkai's stomach! Synkai drops to his knees gripping his midsection as he looks up at Eros in confusion. The fans begin to boo while Eros stares at his opponent with hatred. Steven Travis "What the hell!? Why did Eros just attack Synkai like that?" Iron Mike "Well with the ref distracted like this, I don't see a chance in Eros being dis-armed anytime soon!" Eros draws the kendo stick back once again before taking another massive swing that connects with the side of Synkai's head. Synkai slowly falls down to the side and to his back. Eros tosses the stick out of the ring and resets the ladder underneath the briefcase. Eros has climbed to the point where he is just a few inches away from retrieving the prize. Synkai lays motionless on the mat starring up at the lights. Eros grabs a hold of the case and gives it a hard tug before it comes loose and the bell rings. Steven Travis "No! No! Eros won the match!!" "Last Dinosaur" begins to echo throughout the arena again as the fans begin to boo Eros for his actions. He climbs down the ladder and limps his way out of the ring. Even though he won Eros is still showing signs of injury. Eros hops out of the ring with a huge smile on his face and helps Krychek up to his feet while some front row fans begin to cuss at him and flip him off. Gooding "The winner of the match and the new number one contender for the AWL World Heavyweight Championship..Eros..MAKO!!" Eros and Krychek begin to walk up the ramp towards the back while the AWL medical team rushes to the ring to help Synkai. Steven Travis "This is a damn travesty! Why did Eros turn on us all? Is there an alliance between Krychek and Mako? What the hell is going on!?" Iron Mike "I don't know..but I've got the feeling that I'm gonna like it!" *The scene opens up in the office of Mister Reign. As usual it's got it's wood theme, and dark green to accompany it. The Reign Jersey is still in a picture frame. Reign stands behind his desk as Stryker and Bane slump in their chairs.* Mister Reign: Goddamnit, what the hell is the matter with you two? *Reign smacks a basket of paper work onto the floor, fuming at the ears.* Mister Reign: I give you a simple tag team match, a simple four way tag team match. And you two morons couldn't win the damn thing. *Stryker begins to open his mouth for a rebuttle, but can't get a word in.* Mister Reign: I could very well just bring in the Regulators to do your jobs. I give you SIMPLE tasks, and you two twits fuck it all up. I am THIS close to just calling them. Because they'll do as I say, and they'll do it right. *Stryker and Bane sigh.* Mister Reign: I could have the Rottweilers in here in three heart beats, and they'll not only do your jobs, they'll do it in half the time. *Stryker again opens his mouth to speak.* Mister Reign: Shut up! If I wanted a team that spoke to me, I'd call my cousins. They couldn't do the job, but at least I have to listen to them because they're family. You're employees, you don't speak. Especially not you, since you're the one that cost you the match. *Stryker is visibly pissed off at being treated like a moron.* Mister Reign: Now the tag team tournament is coming up, and at this point I think I may just call both the Regulators and the Rottweilers to do your job anyway, since I don't think you two morons can do it. It starts on Fury, don't fuck it up. Now get out of my office. *Stryker is all too happy to be dismissed and is out the door before Bane can even get out of his seat. The scene fades away.* |
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| Channel 81 | May 16 2007, 06:15 PM Post #8 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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*The scene opens in the back of the arena somewhere, Standing in the frame... or more so leaning in the frame dressed in a Dropkick Murphy's baseball jersey, cargo shorts, a backwards green ball cap, and sun glasses is Mike Sullivan* Sullivan: Greetings to you fans of the AWL, you probably don't know who I am... but that's okay really it is. *He pauses and clears his throat slightly and grabs a bottle of water taking a swig* Sullivan: Ahh... thats good water. *Product Placement here* Sullivan: Anyway as I was saying. My name is Michael Sullivan. Some people even call me the patriot... long but funny story... I'll tell you later. Anyway the most you probably know me as is the dude who lost to Drake Love last week on Fury. *He sighs slightly and takes another sip of water* Sullivan: That's also okay... because for every loss you learn... thats what my mentor taught me.. and after that match.. I've learned... I learned Drake Love... Now I know that I was brought into the AWL as a stipulation for Davey boy.. but... that stipulation gave little old Mikey here a contract. *He glances towards the camera and takes off the glasses* Sullivan: And with that contract I plan to make an impact... I plan on making a very large impact. Yes I lost to Drake Love... but I just have one humble request for after this fine pay per view... I want Drake Love again... Mano e mano... one on one.. once more into the squared circle... to not only proove a point to myself but to all of you fans out there. *He takes another sip* Sullivan: To give all the little kiddies a role model. To show the world I can hang with the big boys. So after this whole thing if you walk out a champ... hey I prove I can beat the champ... If you don't then... sorry Charlie, it'll be all the same when your down and you hear that... One....Two.... Three. *He grins at the camera* Sullivan: Good luck Drake... *He starts to walk off camera, but stops* Sullivan: Oh and Dave... your Uncle says hi... but more importantly... if you manage to win back that title... after I pin "Private Love", that sounds wrong on sooo many levels... but if you win thjat belt back... after I beat Love... I'm coming... for you. *He salutes the camera and then turns and walks out of the scene as it fades.* The camera cues to the backstage area, and to a familiar sight; Beverly Houston, Eros Mako's manager and co-host to AWL's radio show, is making her way down the hall. She seems frantic. Her hair, kept in place with a scrunchee, is disheveled. Her steps are hurried, her hands busy with trying to make herself presently. She doesn't look like she's ready for the camera at all, since she's not wearing any make up and is only wearing blue jeans, a camoflauge baby t-shirt and flip flop sandals. She immediately cuts around a corner, and the camera follows her as she goes to a dimly lit area of the arena's backstage. Beverly: Sai! What the hell was that?! What was Krychek doing out there?! Eros Mako is sitting on top of a stack of boxed equipment. His arms are crossed, his expression blank. He stares at her, over a pair of sunglasses. Beverly: Answer me! You and I both know that Krychek just wants me to not be your manager anymore. Are you letting him get in your head?! Eros: Get into my head? That's part of the problem. I don't think any understands that my head is mine and mine alone. No one gets in, unless I allow them to. I make my own decisions. Beverly takes a step back. The camera slides to a profile shot of the two of them. Beverly: What's that supposed to mean? I don't make decisions for you. Why do you suddenly so threatened or something? Eros: ...I've made a few changes in my paperwork and done some work with the accountants. You can know put all of your attention on the radio show, if you like. Your services as manager of my finances and affairs will no longer be necessary. There's a pause. Then, Beverly laughs. Beverly: Haha. What are you talking about? This isn't really funny, you know. Why don't you come down from there, huh? You just had a match. You must be tired. Eros: I'm fine. Actually, you must be the tired one. Why don't you go and take a break for a while? Beverly: Haha. C-c'mon. I told you. This isn't funny. Beverly takes a step forward. There's a sharp movement; Eros has picked up a kendo stick that was behind him and has it pointed right into her face. She raises her hands, in surprise. Her eyes are wide. Eros: I love you, Beverly. You're like a sister to me. If you take another step towards me, however, I will destroy you. You've held me down long enough. It's time, for me to evolve. Beverly: And so WHAT? You think Rurik's going to help you do that?! You're smarter then that! You don't need him! You don't need the l33t!! Eros: You're right, I don't. I also don't need you. Go home, Beverly. Go back to Michigan. Return to the way your life was. I don't want to sever our business relationship by doing something I may regret. There's a few arena workers who come by and stop. They're watching closely. There's a woman with a bamboo sword in her face, after all. She sees them, and backs away. Her head lowers. She holds her mouth. She shakes her head. And she walks away. Eros sighs. And then he snickers. He drops the kendo stick, and moves away from the camera, which then spins to watch Beverly walking off in the other direction. Matt Gooding: The following match is schedualed for one fall, and it is for the AWL Heavyweight Championship of the World! *The Lights dim and James Unger Walks out from the back, however instead of wearing his usual jeans t-shirt and leather jacket he is wearing business slacks, with red suspenders, a business shirt with a red tie, a pair of black framed glasses, with a briefcase in one hand and a Microphone in the other* Unger: Listen up you cheats! It is I the greatest Announcer in history, James Unger, and it is now time for the MAIN EVENT! *The audience is a mix reaction of booing at James, Cheering for the main event, or just not caring because it’s James Unger.* Unger: In which Your Hero, 1337 Dave Richmond will soundly defeat Drake Love! *The audience boos only to be partially drowned out by piped in cheers* Unger: and it is scheduled for ONE FALL! Where Dave Richmond must make Drake Love submit or pin his shoulders to the mat for a three count... well in theory Drake could pin Dave... but we all know that’s not happening! *Boos and piped in cheers! * Unger: anyway this match is for the AWL World Heavyweight Championship, and it will be the last encounter of Dave Richmond and Drake Love... tonight.... *Audience continues to get annoyed at Unger's continued stalling* Unger: Now then... Introducing first at an unbelievably gigantic Five Foot Five Inches, and a completely unheard of ONE HUNDRED AND SIX-TY FIVE LBS.... *Unger pauses... * Unger: From Seasonal Residences, New Jersey... and has more money in his bank account than a small country, ... he is the smartest and quite possibly richest man in the building right now. *Unger begins pacing back and forth on the stage* Unger: He is tied with some Swi$$ guy for the most moneymaking man in Wrestling. *Dave stops his pacing* Unger: HE IS!... *Over the loud speaker a loud "XAXAXAXAXAXA" is heard before "For the Love of Money” by the O'Jays begins playing. As Dave Richmond steps out from the back wearing an Emerald Tuxedo with Dollar signs on the lapel, Dave puts his hands on the lapel as he looks over the crowd. Ivan Rurik steps out behind him wearing a white version of the same tux with a red trim, with the arms cut off the jacket.* Unger: THE MILLION DOLLAR 1337! Dave Richmond. *As Unger says his name Dave lifts his head back and gives forth the second greatest evil laugh in wrestling... before walking down to the ring, with Ivan and Unger in Tow behind him. Dave stops and points at a random fan in the audience then rubs his thumb index and middle finger together, before continuing down to the ring. He climbs up the steps and delivers the laugh once more, before he removes his shirt, jacket and bow tie before handing it to Ivan, he wipes his boots on the mat and enters the ring. The ref looks at Dave and his two goons on the floor and yells at Unger and Ivan to go to the back. Dave rolls his eyes as the two leave* Matt Gooding: Introducing first, he is the Un-Deafet-Ed, he is the former Heavyweight Champion, he is the l33t Dave Richmond! [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. [/align] Drake steps out onto the entranceway wearing his custom cloak. It is jet black and the tail drapes all the way to the top of his boots. It has a simple hood which is pulled up as Drake steps out onto the entraceway. Drake hangs his head down low and stands still on the stage. [align=center]This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake shoots out his left arm sending a spray of pyros rippling down his left side. Drake keeps the left arm extended before shooting out his right arm which also ignites a stream of pyros exploding in a line. Drake then raises both arms high into the air and pyros erupt from both sides, this time all at once instead of the streams as before. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Drake flips off the hood and proceeds down the rampway. Drake ignores the fans on his way down but instead stays focused on the ring and his task ahead. [align=center]This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.[/align] Drake enters the ring and stands in the center. Drake's face becomes a mask of cold fury as he removes the cloak and prepares to go to war. Matt Gooding: And his opponent, he is the Career Killer, the Mile High Madman, he is the current reigning and defending AWL World Heavyweight Champion, Drake Love! Drake and Richmond immediatly begin circling the center of the ring. They continue this a tad longer than most people do, to the point where Richmond just jogs in a circle, attempting to irritate the champion with shennanigans. Soon Drake catches on and simply stops. Richmond continues running, however, and collides with Drake. Richmond falls back into a seated position and looks up at Drake. Richmond quickly crawls backwards as Drake walks after him. As soon as Richmond bumps the ropes, he grabs them and slides out. Richmond takes a small walk as the crowd boos him. Iron Mike: Richmond has never been a beloved man. Steven: That's a lie. I LOVE YOU DAVE RICHMOND! Thump. Steven: Ow. Richmond stops his walk and scowls at the crowd. Richmond shakes his head and leaps onto the apron. Richmond steps into the ring, and Drake says something to Richmond. Clearly admiring his walking. Richmond runs up to Drake, grabs his head and slams his elbow into the nose of Drake a few times. Richmond turns and runs to the ropes. Richmond comes back and Drake heaves him into the air. Richmond freezes, unsure of his next move. Richmond doesn't get the chance to think, however, as Drake then tosses him over the ropes to the outside. Richmond lands on his feet but collapses down onto his back because of the momentum. Richmond smacks the floor and gets back to his feet. Richmond quickly slides back in, but before he can get to his feet, Drake stomps him. Drake does so a couple more times before pulling him up. Drake throws Dave into the corner and viciously lands a knee to the small of Dave's back. Drake pulls Dave out of the corner and whips him across the ring. Dave hits a corner chest first, Drake runs up behind him, and uses Dave to stop his momentum. Drake wastes no time in turning Dave around and whipping him across the ring again. Drake charges again, but this time Dave thrusts a foot back and up into his chin. Iron Mike: Dave isn't the biggest guy in the ring, he's not the strongest, but one thing you can't say is that he isn't the quickest thinker. Dave pushes himself away from the corner but drops to his knees holding his ribs. Drake regroups, and grabs a fistful of Dave's hair. Drake drags him to the middle of the ring. Drake begins pulling him up, but Dave punches him in the stomach. Dave does this a couple of times until Drake release his hold on Dave's hair. Dave runs to the ropes, and as usual when hitting them he leans back. Unfortunatly he leans back too far and hurts his already damaged ribs. Dave grabs the top rope and keeps himself from falling on his face in pain. Dave twists and gets to his knees. Drake walks up, wraps his arms around Dave's upper body, heaves him up, steps back into the middle of the ring and drops Dave back first onto his knee. Dave falls off the knee and holds his ribs, and cringes at the pain. Drake grins as he stands up and grabs Dave's head. Drake pauses to grin at the cheering crowd before pulling Dave to his knees. Drake berates his challenger verbally. Dave eventually gets irritated enough to spit in Drake's face. Dave takes the moment he's obtained to quickly lunge to the side and roll out of the ring. Dave's quickly clutches the ribs he landed on in the midst of his rolling, but quickly begins to move before Drake could grab him again. Drake does, however, begin to follow Richmond. Richmond gets around two corners of the ring before noticing that Drake is gaining on him, mostly because Richmond isn't running. On the other side of steps, Dave promptly turns around, charges onto and back off of a set of steel steps. Richmond then collides with Drake Love with a Lou Thesz press. Dave is quick to his feet, and rolls into the ring, and back out to onto the apron to break the ten count. Dave faces the ring and grabs the top rope. He leaps on the middle rope and begins going backwards for an asai moonsault, but stops himself, and steps back onto the apron. Dave rubs his ribs in pain, not liking the idea of risking more pain to himself. Dave turns around, and then leaps off. Dave tries a knee drop across Drake's face, but Drake stood up before he hit. Drake obviously had too much time to recover. Dave clutches his knee, and Drake Love pulls himself up. Drake grabs the leg Dave landed on and pulls on it. Dave winces slightly, but no where near like he had with the ribs. Drake wraps his arms around the knee, and begins to lift Dave up by it. Dave remains ridgid as he's lifted up and uses his other leg to kick Drake in the face. Drake releases and Dave lands on his back and ribs. Dave yelps in pain. Dave immediatly begins to crawl away. Drake grabs a leg, and Dave is quick to kick him in the side of the head several times. Iron Mike: It's going to be a constant up hill battle for Richmond. As it was he was giving up height, weight, possibly experience, and not being the champion, but now he's got at least bruised ribs. Steven: Pft, this is just another round of Riskopoly. And Dave's doggie is about to take over Australia. Thump. Dave then quickly crawls under the ring as Drake tried to grab him again. Drake looks around for him, but fails to see what side he's coming out on. Drake rolls back into the ring due to the ring count, and remains there, having a better place to scout Dave from. Richmond emerges on the far side of the ring, and quickly stands up. Dave turns to the ring. Dave charges and begins to slide in. Drake immediatly lunges forward for a stomp, but Dave slides back out and Drake misses. Dave grabs the middle rope, yanks himself onto the apron, grabs Drake's head and drops back off the apron in a near fluid motion. Drake snaps back and stumbles across the ring, grabbing his throat from where it hit the ropes. The 1337 1 then slides back into the ring. Dave charges across the ring, and leaps onto the top rope. Dave lunges backwards and twists into a crossbody, tackling Drake to the ground. Dave rolls off to a side, and scoots to the ropes, feeling his ribs, and quickly planning. Dave gets up and charges to a set of ropes beside Drake. Dave comes back, leaps, Koopa Killer's Drake in the chest, and uses that to spring him to the top rope, where he slides onto his legs and falls back into an arabian press onto Drake. Dave grins as he pins. 1...2...Drake bench presses Dave into the air and sits up. Dave lands on his ribs behind Drake. Drake pulls himself to his feet and grabs Dave's hair again. Dave bats the hands away and returns to feeling his ribs. Drake scoops up his arms and pulls him to his feet against his will. Drake begins trying to heave Dave up for a tiger bomb, but Dave fights it as best he can, eventually getting himself under Drake. Dave scoots his legs under Drake and sits, smiling at his ingenius counter. Drake continues pulling, but Dave keeps fighting it. Finally Drake gets tired of this and sits down. On Dave Richmond's head. Drake steadies himself and pulls back on the arms, trying to rotate the shoulders in a way they're not meant to. Thump. Steven: OW! Hey, I didn't say anything. Iron Mike: Quiet. Thump. Drake sits there for a minute or so before standing up, grinning at bending the l33t one in a way that only a 2 was meant to. Drake reaches down and hooks Dave's legs whiel still holding the arms. Drake heaves him up and charges at a corner. Drake rolls Dave up some and tosses him with a throwing tiger bomb into the corner. Dave bounces off and lands on his hands and knees, grunting in pain. Drake looks down at the thorn in his side, and puts a foot on his back. Drake then stands up, squishing Dave to the mat. Drake steps off Dave and walks to the corner. Dave begins trying to pull himself up, favoring his ribs. Drake steps onto the apron, and begins climbing the top rope. Dave notices this and understands, he's gonna die. Dave pushes himself to his feet, and runs up to Drake. Dave elbows him in the face, dropping Drake back to the apron. Dave takes a deep breath before grabbing the top rope and throwing his legs over the ropes for a headscissors. Drake shoves the legs past his head and Dave lands on the apron. Drake wraps Dave's waist quickly and german suplexes him off the apron, and through the commentary table. Steven: DAVE! NOOOOO! Iron Mike: That bastard spilt my fucking coffee. Steven: Why don't you go complain to him. Iron Mike: I just may after the match. Drake holds his head from where he landed on the ground as Dave feels the wind whipping through his hair as he dreams he's flying amist his unconciousness. The referee quickly darts out of the ring and begins checking on Richmond, with Steven. Drake winces at his head, but fights through it to his feet. Drake rolls back into the ring, stands up, and watches the referee and Steven checking on Richmond. Steven: Wake up stupid, it's for the title! At this point, the entire l33t begins making their way down the ramp. James and Ivan still in their weird attire, while Dexter Cloud has a giant cents sign on his hat. Krychek wears a giant Indian head dress. The stable makes their way down the ramp, and all slide into the ring behind Drake without alerting him. The l33t grin as the referee is distracted for a while. Dave slowly begins to come to, and begins getting asked if he wants to continue. Dave lifts his head with the bleeding nose, and slowly nods. Dave crawls to the ring, and uses the apron to pull himself up. Drake backs up across the ring and prepares for the wrestling, but backs into the l33t. Drake turns around and backs up as they begin to make a move towards him. Iron Mike: The l33t have arrived, and I don't think they're liking what Drake's been doing. Dave slides in, makes it to his feet and charges across the ring as Ivan's pulling his hand back to strike Drake. Richmond lunges and shoves Ivan back to the ropes. Dave stumbles and falls over. Dave props himself on an arm and points to the back. Dave shouts at them, and the l33t look at each other. They shrug their shoulders, and Ivan and BM steps out of the ring. Drake says something towards Unger, and Unger makes a move towards Drake. Krychek steps into it and catches Unger before he gets to Drake. Krychek forces Unger out of the ring as the referee gets in. Krychek leaves the ring, and the l33t go to the back, watching the ring. Iron Mike: Dave Richmond. He's a rat. He's scum of the earth. But he's respectable, and honorable. Steven: Even so, I think that was a very bad move on his part. Dave grabs the ropes and leans into them as he pulls himself up. Dave leans against the ropes as Drake rubs his knuckles. Dave stares at him and Drake pops his neck both ways. Drake charges at Dave, and Dave steps under his arm's swing. Both turn around and Dave chops Drake. Drake responds with one of his own, which drops Dave. Dave feels his chest. Drake grabs an arm of Dave's and twists it. Drake pulls him up by this arm and applies a hammerlock. Drake attempts to lift Dave using just the arm he's holding, which creates great pain for Dave. After several tugs, Dave leaps up with it, grabs Drake's head for the PWN3d!. Except Drake catches Dave, and falls backwards, dropping Dave Richmond on the back of his head and neck. Drake bridges for the pin. 1...2...kick out. Dave slumps over as Drake sits up, somewhat irritated, and yet still smiling, because Richmond's a pile of jello just waiting for a spoon to finish him. Drake pulls himself to his feet, straightens his pants, and grabs Dave's head. Drake whips Dave to a corner and charges at him. Drake crashes into him with an avalanche. Drake, without waiting, whips Dave across the ring again. Dave doesn't make it to the other corner, as he loses steam mid-way across, and collapses to his knees in the corner. Dave begins pulling himself up as Drake charges. Drake leaps and spins around so his back will hit Dave. Dave drops to his hands and knees and Drake bounces off the turnbuckles, not Dave. Drake stumbles into the center of the ring and Dave pulls himself up. Dave coughs up a bit of blood before he charges around Drake and leaps, grabbing Drake's head for the PWN3d! Steven: PWN3D! PWN3D! Drake, again, however, catches him. This time Drake tries dumping him over head, but Dave holds onto his head and lands on his feet, bending Drake over backwards. Dave mimicks a gun shot to his head before spinning and landing the Head Shot. Dave covers. 1...2...3! Steven: He won! Dave Richmond becomes the first two time World Champion in AWL! Iron Mike: History has been made, love him or hate him, right now he is the man to beat. The crowd shows their love for Dave. In the form of words that really can't be said on television. The referee quickly retrieves the World title and rests it on Dave's chest as he rolls off Drake. What little energy Dave has left is spent on draping an arm over the title so someone doesn't take it. Steven: What is the matter with these people, they are the disrespecting the GREATEST CHAMPION! Iron Mike: Well your Great Champion has been an advocate for free speech, so I assume he'd be fine with it. Steven: We both know he's a hypocrite, so shut it! Iron Mike: Frankly I wouldn't call him the greatest champion just yet, he hasn't beaten Hunter Weiss one on one. Steven: Well that's just another hill to climb. On behalf of Dave Richmond, I challenge Hunter Weiss! Iron Mike: I don't think he's gonna like that. As you'd expect, the entire l33t come storming down the ramp. They all slide into the ring and the three small ones quickl come to Dave's aid in trying to help him up. Ivan rolls Drake to the apron and then uses his foot to push him off the side. Unger, BM, and Krychek have Dave on his feet as Ivan comes back to them. Dave stumbles out of their arms and leans into Ivan. Dave raises his title to the air, in celebration. The crowd boos at them, the l33t clap for Dave. Dave pushes off Ivan and stands on his own feet, smiling and nodding. The crowd slowly dies down as Eros Mako begins walking down the ramp. The l33t stare at him, and the entire crowd watches as Eros walks to the ring. Beverly comes out about ten feet behind him and follows. The l33t watches as Eros arrives at the ring, and looks up in them. Iron Mike: Eros, you're above them. Don't you get in that ring. Steven: COME TO THE DARK SIDE! Iron Mike: What come to, you're not even there. Steven: Shut it! Thump. Beverly arrives beside him and grabs his arm. Eros turns to her and she says something to him. Eros look back and forth from her to the l33t, before saying something and leaping onto the apron. The crowd boos as Krychek sits on the middle rope for Eros to step in. Eros accepts, and steps in with them. Dave offers Eros a hand and Eros shakes it. Eros and Unger grab Dave and heaves him in to the air. Iron Mike: And another one bites the dust. Steven: Ladies and gentlemen, this has been Windy City Whiplash two, we have crowned a new champion, we have crowned a new l33t member. I am Steven Travis, we'll see you on Fury! Iron Mike: And I'm Iron Mike, reminding you to... Thump. The scene fades. [align=center]---End Show---[/align] |
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