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| AWL Presents: All Hallows Eve; November 16th, 2007 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 11 2007, 04:11 PM (377 Views) | |
| Channel 81 | Dec 11 2007, 04:11 PM Post #1 |
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We open up in the average viewer's home, a bunch of friends all crowded around the television, food and drink readily available, and the television screen fades into the Watcher's Choice Pay-Per-View Service notification about copyrights and fines. As the notification fades into the AWL logo, the viewers recognize the show is about to start, and high-five and cheer... When suddenly... There's a knock at the door... A guy wearing a Detroit Red Wings jeresey gets up to answer the door. He grabs a big handful of candy that sits in a bowl next to the door. He swings the door open and a voice from outside goes: [align=center]"Trick or Treat Mother Fucker!"[/align] Into the house steps The Iron Man, "Iron" Mike Sisco, wearing a Zebra-Print Cowboy hat, holding a Golden Pimp Cane with an Iron Fist at the top, Lepard-Print skin tight bellbottom pants, gold rings on each finger, Glittering Platform Shoes, and wearing a Big Fluffy White Fur Coat. He quickly boots the door greeter in the stomach and hits him with a Stone Cold Stunner! Candy goes flying everywhere! The crowd of people on the couch freak as the AWL Announcers points at them next, [align=center]"BLOODY HELL!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAH!!!"[/align] Iron Mike's eyes glow red as his laugh turns into a deep haunted cackle, the scene [align=center]fades into the All Hallows Eve Logo:[/align] [align=center]Posted Image[/align] The logo fades inside the Las Vegas Thomas and Mack Center, the live fans leaping to their feet and popping as "This is Halloween" by Marylin Manson rocks through the arena, and a massive machine-gun fire pyro line goes off, running the entire length of the stage, ending in a pyro waterfall that engulfs the entrance area. The entire arena is decked out in a Halloween theme, the usual Black and Green Color Scheme has been replaced with Black and Orange. Jack-o-lanterns litter the arena, skelletons and bats hang everywhere, two big tombstones with the AWL logo rest one either side of the archway, it truly is a sight to be seen. The camera pans over the cheering crowd, picking up signs such as "$KR3W J00!", "Drake Rules!", "Can I cut Krychek's hair?", "Wasabi Phoenix is a F'N ATV!!!", and "If you can read this, These Letters are Too Big!" We're then taken to the announce table, where the broadcast team needs to yell to hear themselves over the roaring crowd. Steven Travis: Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Thomas and Mack Center in Las Vegas, Nevada, where we're LIVE for AWL's ALL HALLOWS EVE! I'm Steven Travis, ready to call the action, and as always, I'm joined by my broadcast partner, the man, the myth, Iron Mike Sisco! Iron Mike: Hey, what happened to Legend? Steven Travis: Maybe in your own mind, Mikey, but not mine! Iron Mike: Why would I expect anything less from you ya prick? That PPV Commercial of mine was Emmy Award Winning Material! That's Instant Legendary Status right there, not to mention my Un-Rivaled 15-Month Ironman Title Reign! Steven Travis: Whatever you decrepit old fool. Folks, we've got a great show lined up for you tonight! All the AWL Titles are on the line tonight as Joe Jobber defends the Underdog Title against rival Charles Octavian. Mike Sullivan defends the Diamond Championship against NC-17's Replacement. The 1337 take on SEXXY and Daye & Night in the final 3 Rounds of the Round Robin Tourney to crown the new Tag Team Champions. Eros Mako defends the World Heavyweight Championship against foe David Richmond, and yet for some reason William Reign has motioned that Hardcore Champion Travis Bane defend his title against a Mystery Opponent here tonight in the Main Event! Also tonight, we'll see The Amazing Spider-Man take on one of his Many Arch-Nemesis' The Hobgoblin, in what we're calling the First Ever Pumpkin Bomb Match! Iron Mike: There's a lot of great matches on tap here tonight, Stevie. I'm going to go on record right now and say we're going to have a new Champion somewhere tonight. I predict a title will in fact change hands! Steven Travis: Can't be any more specific than that, Mike? Iron Mike: I'm still honing the process, Stevie! Steven Travis: I see. One thing we can't forget tonight is the return of Drake Love to AWL, as he takes on long-time rival Rurik Krychek in a Burid Alive Match! Each and every match tonight has a unique Halloween Theme to it, everything from First Blood, to Burid Alive, to Pumpkins and Ghosts, It's sure to be HUGE! And it all gets under way tonight! Names from all over the industry have ventured into AWL looking for gold, and we get to watch it all unfold starting tonight! Iron Mike: This is going to be a real treat for AWL fans who may not know of or seen some of these guys wrestle before. They don't know what they've been missing, and I'm looking forward to it! Steven Travis: As am I! It's time to go to ringside now to Matthew Gooding, and we're going to get under way with our first match of the evening! Matthew Gooding: Ladies and gentlemen! WELCOME to AWL's ALL HALLOWS EVE!!! Steven Travis: Its time for the first match of the night on this All Hollow's Eve and the crowd is excited! “Iron” Mike begins to laugh Steven Travis: What? Iron Mike: You look so gay! Steven Travis: Enough of the semantics and lets get ready to call the match Iron Mike: You know your making Count Chocula cry right now... Steven Travis: ENOUGH! Why is it every single day we commentate, you have to go and bash on me? Iron Mike: Because we love you? That and if I don't, I will have to pull out my pimp slapping powder Steven shakes his head as AWL staff begin to wheel out coffins and begins placing them around the ring Iron Mike: Hey Steven, they are bring out your home! Steven Travis: Well to explain a little bit of why these coffins are here, this is going to be a “Living Dead” match. These coffins will hold someone, or something and if you fall out of the ring, you might be attacked by what lies inside! Iron Mike: So it is a lumberjack match then? Steven Travis: You could call it that... Iron Mike: No, I call it “Steven Travis's Family Reunion! Matthew Gooding: This match is a “Living Dead” match and is for the Underdog Championship! On his way to the ring, weighing in at 230 pounds, he comes from Des Moise, Iowa, the current Underdog champion, he is JOE JOBBER! "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba pumps out of the PA system as Joe enters on the stage, dressed as Beavis from Beavis and Butthead, to a flurry of cheers, throwing his arms in the air. He jogs down to the ring and leaps to the top rope, tossing his arms in the air. The crowd cheers him on as he jumps in and goes to a corner, warming up Steven Travis: Who the hell is he supposed to be? Iron Mike: You never watched MTV growing up? Its Beavis from Beavis and Butthead! Steven Travis: And whats so popular to go and dress up as one of the characters from the show? Iron Mike: Thats it! Where is one of my Ho's!? Wheres my powder!? Matthew Gooding: And his opponent, hailing from around the corner and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is CHARELS OCTAVIAN! *The Warriors Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Charles Octavian makes his way out from the back, dressed as Butthead, from Beavis and Butthead. He gets halfway down the ramp before making a Ric Flair style spin. He gets into the ring, staring down Joe Jobber. Iron Mike: Now this is gonna be a great fight! The two stupidest people on Television, finally get to throw each other around our sacred ring! Where's the producers of MTV? Steven Travis: I'm guessing that is the other half of Beavis and Butthead? Iron Mike: Duh! You Friggen Moron! The folks over at awl.com held a web poll to pick these guys' costume for the night, Beavis and Butthead won 42.86% of the total vote! Senior Referee, Bret Maxwell, calls for the bell and the match is under way as both men circle around and lock up, Octavian powering Joe into the corner and throwing a chop to the mid section. The crowd boos and Charles throws another chop and another. Joe doubles up and sits on the mat. Octavian backs off and then runs forward and drives a knee into Jobber. Charles struts to the middle of the ring, and throws his hands in the air, only to get booed by the crowd, He yells at the crowd, not knowing that Joe is on his feet and is running towards him, connecting with a shoulder block. Steven Travis: Thats what he gets for showing off! Iron Mike: As much as I agree with you, there is nothing wrong getting the support form you fans Steven Travis: Boos are supportive? Iron Mike: I boo you and your still here next to me and I am still supportive Joe picks up Octavian and locks up, pushing him into the middle of the ropes. He Irish whips him across the ring, having Charles go up and over the ropes, hitting the floor outside the ring. Joe runs to the closest turn buckle and leaps off with a cross body, landing square on Octavian. The crowd, on there feet, as Joe gets back up and leans on the ring steps, trying to collect himself, when suddenly there is movement from one of the coffins. Steven Travis: What the hell!? You see that Mike? Iron Mike: Oh yeah! Lets see whats behind door number 1 The coffin finally stops moving, then suddenly, a crack of the wood and a arm with a fist attached breaks through, follower by the body of what looks like a zombie, the wood shattering and splintering with the zombies escape. With movie like movement, the zombie heads towards Joe Jobber but almost trips on Octavian who is still rattled by the cross body. The zombie looks down and grabs Charles by the hair, picks him up and begins laying in a few well placed punches into the chest of Octavian, before throwing him back in the ring Iron Mike: Holy crap those shot were vicious! Where is George A. Romero when you need him? Steven Travis: I agree that is one nasty zombie! Iron Mike: I wonder whats in the others? Come on wolf man, daddy needs a new commentator! As Joe finally gains himself back he sees the zombie walking his way and runs up the side of the ring and hops in, heading to Charles only to be blindsided by a eye rake. Jobber stumbles back as Octavian takes advantage and scoop slams Joe to the mat. Charles covers for a pin 1... 2... KICKOUT! Octavian wastes no time and covers again 1.. 2.. KICKOUT! Charles, frustrated, tries one more time, but is countered by a boot to the face by Joe and is sent back outside the ring. Steven Travis: Seems like Charles was a little preemptive in making his pins Iron Mike: That wasn't preemptive, that was smart mat technique! Pins themselves can seriously put a drain on you having to kick out. Steven Travis: I can see your point... Iron Mike: Thats right player! Steven Travis: Umm Mike, I think it is Playa, not player... Mike psychs Steven with a fake out backhand Iron Mike: Don't correct me fruit bat! Charles gets up off the ring mats and stumbles a little, leaning against the coffins. It took him a moment to realize after feeling what was behind him wasn't the ring barrier and leaps off the coffin and hugs the ring post, shaking his head, knowing what might be behind the coffin. Unknowing to him, Joe runs towards Octavian and with a baseball slide, aims for Charles but Octavian swings around making Joe slide right into the coffin. Charles backs off and goes under the ring and grabs a chair as Bret Maxwell starts warning him to drop it. Joe gets back up and sees Octavian armed and takes his time to head towards the chair wielding opponent when suddenly the coffin breaks open to expose yet a second zombie Iron Mike: Yes... Oh another zombie? What they hell! Steven Travis: Another Zombie! Iron Mike: This is getting old quick! What did Jack Sparrow forget to pay the creative team again? As the crowd shouts, Joe slowly turns around to see a forearm of a zombie heading straight for his face as it connects, sending him to the floor. Charles starts laughing and points to the champ, forgetting that there is another zombie right behind him and gets a double axe handle to the back dropping him to the floor. With both wrestlers on the floor mats, the zombies give in their own little “punishment from the grave” with a few well placed kicks and punches the send both men back into the ring. Steven Travis: Words can't describe the beating Jobber and Octavian just got from the two zombies! Iron Mike: If I am right, which I would say all the time, the zombies are fighting more then both of the AWL superstars! Bret Maxwell starts the 10 count as both men try to get up. Charles gets to his feet first, Joe following, and Octavian send a kick to the mid section, having Jobber clutch his lower torso. Octavian grapples up and with a little struggle, send Joe to the mat with a snapmare, then heading straight for a sleeper hold. Charles applies pressure as Joe struggles to break the lock. Bret checks on Jobber to see if he want to continue as Octavian brings on more pressure, making Joe go limp. The crowd begins to chant Jobber's name as Bret raises his arm and it falls. The ref calls 1... Iron Mike: Its over... All that loss of oxygen has sent him to the graveyard! Steven Travis: Now your calling out cliques? Iron Mike: I was calling out Cliques before you could crap in your diaper! The crowd gets behind Jobber as Bret raises his arm and it goes limp again, the ref calls for 2... Steven Travis: What does me and diapers have anything to do with cliques? Iron Mike: everything! All your cliques are so bad that a baby could do better! Bret grabs Joe's hand one last time as the crowd is going wild and it falls but stops withing inches of the mat and Joe starts to breath life again and tries to break the sleeper hold. Charles struggles to maintain the submission but starts to get overpowered and both me get to their feet. Joe delivers a few well placed elbows into Octavian and breaks free. Jobber runs and rebounds off the ropes and goes in for the attack but gets lifted in the air by Charles and is sent packing over the top rope and onto the floor mats. The two zombies start to make their way to Jobber. Steven Travis: What great wrestling from both men, Jobber with the crowd's help, breaks the sleeper to keep the match going, but Charles with great response sees Joe's attack and throws him back outside the ring! Iron Mike: Octavian had this planned all along... he knows whats outside the ring and is gonna use it to his advantage to get the championship! The zombies do make it to Jobber and begin to lay in some hits as Joe struggles to get out of their grasp, only to get the third coffin to break free another zombie. Now the third zombie joins in on the action and the beat down continues before they push Jobber back in the ring. Charles sees this and runs over to Jobber, grabbing the top rope, Octavian just uses his feet to push Joe back out of the ring, a smile on his face Steven Travis: What the hell!? Charles is throwing Joe back to the brain eating zombies! What a dirty move! Iron Mike: What a clever move is the term Steve! Why exert yourself when you can have someone else do the dirty work for you? As Octavian stands on the ropes, pointing and shouting at the zombies to get Jobber again, one of the zombies grabs Charles leg and pulls him off the ropes, making him hit the mat hard, and drags him out as well. As the zombies work on both opponents, Jobber breaks free and crawls to the other end of the ring barrier to catch a breather, only to not realize he is next to the fourth and final coffin, which is opening slowly to expose yet a fourth zombie. Joe scrambles to his feet and begins retreating backwards, only to back into Octavian, who is retreating from the other three zombies. Both men turn and gets ready to strike at each other then in almost agreeable fashion, nods and both men begin to lash back at the zombies outside of the ring. The crowd goes wile as both wrestlers begin to lay in punches kicks to the walking dead. Iron Mike: Now it is getting good! Kick their asses! Steven Travis: With a possible degree of desperation, both Joe Jobber and Charles Octavian made a quick pact and are now beating down the zombies! Joe and Octavian finally begin to keep the zombies on the floor as Charles lays in a super kick into one of them and Joe sends another for a stunner. The two men, after bringing the small group down, they take a breather and laugh a little to what they did Steven Travis: Jobber stuns one of the zombies! Iron Mike: Thats nothing! Octavian just super kicked one of them almost half way across the ring mats! Fox Strife would be proud! Steven Travis: I bet he wou... Wait a damn minute! As they get ready to get back in the ring to finish the match, the zombies raise back up as it was nothing and both me grow pale with fear. They both start walking backwards towards the ramp as the zombies follow as the crowd goes wild. Behind their retreat, a horde of zombies emerge from backstage, heading in Joe and Octavian's direction. As both men retreat unknowing of what lies behind them, back up into the horde and stop. They turn around and in the most movie esqued shock, they scream as the zombies wave at them and begin the mass assault. Iron Mike: They called in the calvary! Steven Travis: I can't believe this! A hole platoon of zombies just came from the backstage area and are now beating on both competitors! Iron Mike: If this doesn't get AWL an Oscar, then Gene Shallot should be hanged! Steven Travis: This coming from a man that said two zombies was boring Iron Mike: You know what Steve? I should just pick your gay ass up off that chair and throw you in the pile for good measure! As the zombie horde keep at their assault, you can see a few of them jump off the ring barrier with elbow drops and leg drops to add to the pain of the pile on the ramp. AWL security with Sean McCullins, start to pull the pile apart, only to get thrown into the scrap between the zombies and the two wrestlers. As the pile thins out of zombies, AWL security and staff, we start to see the victims of the assault, their costumes in shreds and Jobber's mask just barely on. To the surprise of everyone, Joe Jobber has his arm on top of Charles Octavian's chest. Bret hits the ramp and begins the count. 1... Steven Travis: I can't believe it! Joe has his arm over Octavian! 2... Iron Mike: Wait! You have to be kidding! That is counting as a pin? 3!!! Matthew Gooding: He is your winner and still the Underdog Champion... JOE JOBBER!!! Steven Travis: I can't believe my eyes! Again words can't describe what a great march this was! Iron Mike: That wasn't a fair fight! The zombie pileup was to blame for Octavian to lose! Joe did nothing to gain that pin! Steven Travis: What the hell are you talking about? You were agreeing with what Charles was doing earlier in the match by pushing Joe back to the zombies! Iron Mike: What did I say about me being right? Steven Travis: being right and stating your opinion are two different things Iron Mike: Where is a stage hand, I need a wooden stake to jab Steve with! Steven Travis: Thats just a myth you... WHAT THE HELL!? As the crowd cheers die out a little bit, from the backstage are emerges what looks to be the Grim Reaper, Scythe and all in hand. As fog rolls from the stage, he drops down to his knees and pulls out what looks like a bag from his tattered shroud. Steven Travis: Is that... Iron Mike: THE GRIM REAPER!!! Steven Travis: What the hell is the Grim Reaper doing here? Iron Mike: Looks like he is claiming the first soul of the night! Steven Travis: You have to be kidding? Iron Mike: You think? Why don't you run up there and ask if he is kidding!? Steven Travis: No... I'm good with that! Iron Mike: Like I thought... You just a pussy in a vampire costume! As the Reaper stands back up, he begins to pull the body bag with the defeated Charles Octavian back towards the backstage area as Joe comes to and sees the walking deadizen dragging Octavian away. With fear instilled, Jobber backs off and falls off the ramp and with out phasing the pain from the fall, Joe begins to make his way over the barrier and into the crowd, running away from the Reaper, his head fixated on the scene Steven Travis: I can't believe this night so far! Zombies, the Grim Reaper, “Iron” Mike being a bigger dick then normal... Words can't... Iron Mike: Who you calling a dick? [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] As the stage crew clears the ring of any "rubbish" left behind, Matt Gooding approaches the ring again, dessed in a Mummy outfit, ready to announce the next match for the night... Matt Gooding: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is Match 4 of Round Robin 1 for the AWL WORLD Tag-Team Championships! Introducing first! At a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-one pounds! Danny Amorous and Irving Kenton! They are- SEXXY! Iron Mike: You think he means it when he says that? Steven: I always thought he was bi… Iron Mike: As long as he keeps his “mic” in his own hands I’m fine with whatever he’s doing when he’s not around me. "S-E-X-X-Y" by they Might be Giants plays. Irving Kenton and Danny Amorous step out from the back… wearing the other’s attire as their costumes just in their normal sizes. The team struts down the isle towards the ring. The team jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring. SEXXY strip their other’s accessories off and hand them to a stage hand. Steven: You couldn’t think of anything better to say, could you? Iron Mike: Was drawing a blank- And up next is! Matt Gooding: And their opponents, at a combined weight of… “Matt, are you still in the clos-…” Teh l33t… “Otherworld” by Nobuo Uematsu hits the PA system and out comes James Unger and Ivan Rurik of teh l33t. They make their casual way to the ring laughing down at a sneering Matt Gooding whose exiting the ring. They eventually get into the ring, Irving having a bit more trouble due to his large RHINO costume. James shakes his head while standing in his “Colonel Fury Pose”. Eventually they get into the ring, wave to Matt some more then the bell sounds. Steven: Here we go! Iron Mike: I guarantee six minutes before this match is over. Steven: I’ll see that bet with seven minutes. Unger and Amorous start the match, with Amorous with the advantage after an immediate right hand before the initial lockup. Amorous whips Unger to the ropes, Unger ducks a clothesline, but hooks his arm for an over-the-back pin attempt! But Amorous powers out before the ref can even count. Amorous stands only for Unger to connect with a spinning kick to the back of his head. Amorous drops back to his knees and Unger hits a running neckbreaker. Unger rises and tags in Rurik. Rurik (barely able to get into the ring) runs across and nails a large clothesline to the now-back up Amorous. Amorous drops and Rurik connects with an elbow drop! Cover! ONE! TWO-! But Amorous slips out from under his arm at two. Rurik gets up, but is too slow as Amorous is up first and hits a knee lift to his gut. Amorous whips Rurik across, but Rurik hits a big shoulderblock. Amorous gets up quick as Rurik runs to the ropes, and Amorous is taken down by a clothesline! Amorous up quick again, but only to be knocked down by another shoulderblock! Amorous steamed about this tags out to Kenton who jumps in and only into another shoulderblock by Rurik. Iron Mike: The immoveable object is showing why RHINO was such a great choice! Steven: You realize it’s just a COSTUME, right? It doesn’t MAKE him the Rhino… Iron Mike: Of course it does! Just look at the proof in that ring! Immoveable Object wins every time! Indeed it seems that way as inside Rurik knocks Kenton down with a swinging hammer fist to the face. Kenton falls hard against the mat as Unger applauds in stiff posture from the apron. Amorous on the outside yells across, and Unger only has an open palm “come bring it” to reply with. Amorous climbs in, but the ref stops him as “Colonel Fury” climbs the top rope with Rurik holding Kenton’s legs wide, only for Fury to drop with a stiff falling stomp to the middle of Kenton’s legs! Kenton rolls around, cringing in excruciating pain as Rurik exits the ring and Unger pins with the ref now undistracted by Amorous! ONE! TWO! THR-! No! Kenton shoots a shoulder up nearing the last seconds before three. Unger stands up and stomps a few times into Kenton, pulls him to his corner and tags Rurik back in. Rurik proceeds to lay in very large boots to Kenton’s head. After a few shots, Rurik backs up, bangs his chest with one arm then charges the corner, but Kenton dives out of the way! Rurik runs chest first into the corner and stumbles out for Kenton to connect with a chop block! Rurik stumbles and doesn’t QUITE fall! Kenton goes for a second, but Rurik jumps up, spins and stomps the lowered-head of Kenton straight into the mat! Kenton’s head bounces off the canvas and Rurik laughs in triumph. Iron Mike: The Immoveable Object RHINO has done it yet again! Steven: For God sakes he’s not actually Rhino! Kenton rolls onto his back to show a beat red colored face and injured face. Rurik stops laughing, turns and charges Amorous at the corner, taking him off with a forearm to the face. Amorous goes flying off and into the barricade outside. Rurik turns, but is given a few more quick shots to the head by Kenton. Kenton whips Rurik across, but Rurik counters, when Kenton makes impact with the corner, Unger grabs his arms and holds him in place! Rurik runs in and lays into Kenton with a huge running splash as Unger lets go. Steven: What impact! Iron Mike: That’ll leave a mark. Courtesy of the RHINO! Rurik covers, but Amorous is in the ring and breaks the pin! Rurik battles from under Amorous whose throwing punches, but from behind him, Unger comes racing out from his corner and clotheslines Amorous down! Amorous is pulled back up, and Unger takes him and himself over the top rope. Inside for the next few moments, Rurik continues his assault. However, after finally missing a running clothesline, Kenton connects with a dropkick to the back of Rurik’s right knee taking him down! Kenton mounts a comeback attack and drills Rurik in the face with a running boot! Kenton mounts Rurik with rights and lefts then jumps off with a ferocious roar into the air. Rurik stumbles to get up, but when he does, Kenton goes to lift him for a suplex. Kenton can’t quite do it as Rurik counters, but Kenton slides down behind him and connects with an incredible feat of strength in the form of a German Suplex! Both men now lay exhausted in the ring. Outside however, something TOTALLY different was going on. Both Unger and Amorous realized something. It’s a Clockwork Orange Match and no rules apply, as both grab steel chairs laying outside and try to smash each other with them! Naturally, they only clang together numerous times almost as if in a Star Wars sequence. Eventually, Unger lays a direct hit to Amorous’ gut and then over his back. He drops the chair and goes under the ring, pulling out a table! He slides it into the ring, but Amorous grabs him before sliding in and sends him crashing into the steel steps via irish whip. Steven: It’s about TIME these men realize the weapons are actually involved in this match! Iron Mike: Ooooh yeaaah... Isn’t this a Clockmock Yellow Match or somethin’? Steven: … Why are you allowed to talk? Iron Mike: *Seemingly whips out his AWL Contract with a circle around his pay per hour* That’s why, Stevey, that’s why. Steven: Hey! Why the hell do you make twice as much as I do-!? Back inside the ring, Kenton has now seen the weapons suspended on the rope between half of the steel cage and the single pole in the opposite corner. He turns to Rurik and lays in a few stomps, and pulls him up. He whips him across to the ropes, but Rurik comes running in with yet another shoulderblock. Rurik laughs as Kenton once again tries but his efforts in vain from a shoulderblock. Finally in a fit of rage, Kenton stands up swinging his arms through the air as Rurik backs away laughing. Kenton turns his head between Rurik and the baseball hat connected from the rope. Kenton snaps it off from the rope as Rurik runs in, but is met with a Homerun Swing to the chest, knocking him from his feet! Iron Mike: NO! NOT RHINO! Steven: Immoveable Object, meet the Unstoppable Force! Kenton lays in two jabs to the gut of Rurik before tossing the bat away and reaching for a shovel! (Rurik spits up some blood during this process and begins to stand up quickly knowing Kenton’s after more weapons) Kenton yanks the shovel from the rope and as Rurik stands, swings, but Rurik sees it too soon and ducks it, and instead delivers a knee to the spine of Kenton followed by an inverted DDT. Kenton lands hard and awkward as Rurik stands back up. Rurik sees the table thrown in by Unger who is now trading fists outside with Amorous, and kicks it out, and surprisingly lands beside the half-cage and yet on the apron and on top of the barricade as if it were set up! Unger shoves Amorous into the barricade back first then connects with a DDT to the floor in brutal fashion. Unger pulls Amorous up, and then throws him face first into a corner post. Inside, Rurik delivers a knee to the head of Kenton then rips off a frying pan and throws it out to Unger who catches it. Steven: What in the-!? Iron Mike: A FRYING PAN!? As Amorous is stirring on a knee and shaking his head, Unger comes around the corner and slams the frying pan down on top of Amorous’ head! Denting the pan in the process! Amorous instead stands, stumbles back and looks dazed. Unger points at him and yells “I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS MOTHER F*CKING AMOROUS IN THIS MOTHER F*CKING MAT-”, but that’s all he can get out before Amorous realizes what just happened and slams a running/leaping boot to his head. Unger falls back to the floor as Amorous continues to shake his cobwebs out. Inside, Kenton is being lifted by Rurik in a fireman’s carry and Rurik runs for the cage! He hurls Kenton face first into the cage and holds on! Rurik goes to do so again, but this time Kenton jumps behind and shoves Rurik head first into it! Rurik comes back out and Kenton catches him with a sidewalk slam! Kenton with a cover! ONE! TWO! THR-! No! Rurik kicks out before three. Kenton rises to his feet and grabs a bag being held shut by the rope. He pulls it down and off, peers inside briefly and looks up with a grin. He stands over Rurik and begins pouring the contents of the bag beside him, thumbtacks. Kenton throws the bag away and pulls Rurik up to his feet. He toe kicks him and lifts for a suplex, but Rurik is too big with his costume and not to mention Kenton’s exhaustion! Kenton releases, only for Rurik to grab him and pick him up in a bearhug! Rurik swings Kenton a bit then throws him backwards, back first into the tacs below!!! Kenton jumps off them while still laying down and rolls around as blood drips from where the tacs are in his back! Steven: Oh my God! That must’ve hurt like a- Iron Mike: -A BITCH…! What? I stubbed toe on the bottom of this booth. Stupid table. *Kicking noise is heard* OW! Rurik continues his attack by lifting Kenton up and then slamming him with a Spinebuster. Cover! ONE! TWO! THREE-! NOO!!! KICKOUT JUST BEFORE THE THREE COUNT! Outside the ring, Unger is back up as Amorous lays in two more right hands then whips him into the barricade. Unger leans against it as Amorous runs in, but Unger side steps and throws him right over! Amorous crashes as Unger climbs on top of the barricade and leaps off with a hammerfist to the back of Amorous! Unger pulls him back up almost right away however and clotheslines him back over the barricade. Unger climbs back over and this time drags Amorous by the arm towards where the table’s set up. He lifts Amorous, but Amorous slaps his hands away and goes for a right, but Unger blocks and kicks him backwards into the barricade! RIGHT after doing so, Unger spins on the balls of his feet and jumps up, grabbing hold of the cage! Unger begins climbing as Amorous trails behind him, almost something out of the movies! As Unger shimmies right and Amorous follows right, Unger lines Amorous up with the cage and inside when Kenton was thrown into the cage, Amorous drops to the table…! But in an odd coincidence, the table didn’t break!! Steven: Peculiar position is Amorous right now! Iron Mike: Oh my God! Colonel Fury is calling in reinforcements!! Look!!! Steven: What!? From on the cage, Unger has whipped out what appears to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. LOGO’D COMMUNICATOR! The Colonel is yelling orders into it, and from the rafters comes a rope ladder!! Unger climbs on and is lifted a few more feet into the air! Steven: IS THAT THE HELICARRIER!!?? Iron Mike: YES IT IS STEVEN! ALL WE NEED NOW IS IRONMAN! No less, the man in the rafters who threw the ladder down is dressed in an Iron Man Costume. Iron Mike: THERE HE IS! Steven: Jesus on a crutch…! Unger now suspended above the table pockets the communicator and the crowd goes nuts! Unger leaps off with a moonsault from the rope ladder! Unger falls and crashes into the table, but Amorous jumped off the table in the last possible moment! Unger has taken himself seemingly out of the match!! *THUDDD!!!!!* is heard throughout the arena! Steven: HOLY F*CKING SHIT!!!! Iron Mike: UNBE-FUCKING-LIEVABLE!!! At this point, the crowd has now gone into a frenzy of cheers and chants as the ref leaps out of the ring to check on the fallen Unger. He holds up the “X” as EMTs rush down to ringsid. Inside the ring, Kenton is being kicked in the gut in the corner during this chaos. Rurik pummels Kenton with some more rights, but Kenton blocks after a few more and reverses the positions and hits a big impacting irish whip to the opposite side. Rurik comes out, as Kenton reaches behind him and snaps off a steel chain from the rope! He grabs Rurik from around the neck and begins choking him out, assassin-style! Rurik eventually chokes out and resorts to tapping out! Matt Gooding: Here are your winners! SEXXY! After the match, the EMTs have Unger on a stretcher and Amorous/Kenton have reunited in the ring in success. Rurik has crawled to the side of the ring in which Unger is setup. But as Kenton and Amorous climb the turnbuckles to celebrate, the lights turn off! Both men leap off as two spotlights turn on! One centered in the ring on Kenton and Amorous and the other on Rurik and Unger on the outside! Then a third spotlight scrawls up the side of the Titantron and then to the rafters and we see Iron Man knocked unconscious from the setup “Helicarrier” and The Grim Reaper standing looking down! His right arm raises up with his left on his Scythe and his boney finger points downward at Kenton and Amorous. Then eventually points over to Rurik and Unger as well! Steven: It’s the Grim Reaper! And it seems he has a “bone” to pick with all four men here tonight! Iron Mike: And you said I shouldn’t be allowed to talk… You and your stupidetic puns. Steven: At least we both get to keep our money from this bet. [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Neo Carner, a man not seen much these days was on the phone and speaking quite clearly to somebody he knew quite well. He was in a lockeroom, whose nobody was quite sure of. He was rifling through a bag with one hand while the other kept the phone to his chin so he could speak into it. Neo: "Well I'm sorry, Mom asked you to do one simple chore and your going to flip out about it? Isn't that a little childish? Yes, I am aware of the irony she asked you to do the dishes and I said childish. Dad, I have work to do tonight...Yes, I know I don't wrestle anymore...No I am not Spider-Man...No, I don't care if we're family I'm not going to admit I'm Spider-Man...alright Dad...your gonna cry...Hey, how about you go put your skirt on and do the dishes like Mom's supposed to." Neo closed the phone and pocketed it. He sighed and procured an item from the bag. It was a plastic wrapped suit, the camera panned closer to Neo's face as a smile slowly grew onto his face. The camera slowly began to fade, that shit eating grin still plastered onto his face. [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Steven Travis: Well it looks like we are ready for another match here at AWL's All Hollow's Eve! Iron Mike: And this match will be one of my personal favorites! Can anyone say “First Blood”!? Steven Travis: Right up your alley Mike! Iron Mike: Damn straight! I feel a woody already! Steven Travis: Sick! You know kids could be watching this! Iron Mike: And their mothers too! Matthew Gooding: This match is a “First Blood” match and is also a non title match. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 pounds and is from Quincy, Massachusetts! He is MIKE SULLIVAN!!! Shipping up to Boston by Dropkick Murphy's begins to play out of the speakers after 29 seconds Sullivan bursts out from the back, wearing a Red Sox baseball uniform of Manny Rameriez. He stands center of the ramp with his legs shoulder width apart. He takes his Red Sox cap off and wipes his hair back as he looks over the crowd. He flips his cap in the air catches it and puts it back on his head before walking down the ramp high fiving fans on the way. At the base of the ramp he quickly sprints the rest of the way and slides into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle takes off his cap and yells encouragement at the fans and tosses into the stand. He jumps down from the turnbuckle spinning in mid air, he pulls off his current jersey slides out of the ring finds a random female fan and hands it to them, he slides back into the ring and leans in an unoccupied corner for the match to start. Steven Travis: Looks like Sullivan is running off the latest World Series victory of the Boston Red Sox against the Colorado Rockies. Iron Mike: That series was a joke! The Rockies just let them steam roll over them like if they were not even there Steven Travis: Looks like Sullivan can have the same effect and “steamroll” his opponent. Matthew Gooding: And his opponent, hailing from Huntsville, Alabama and weighing in at 385 pounds, he is “TWO TON” TOMMY! The PA kicks into life as it plays the Austin Powers Theme and Tommy walks out from the back, dressed up as none other then “Fat Bastard” with a baby doll in one hand and a turkey drumstick in the other, ignoring the fans as he walks down the aisle toward the ring. As he reaches the ring, Tommy climbs onto the apron and slingshots over the top rope into the ring, then walks across to the opposite side of the ring and beats his chest, as he leans against the top rope. Iron Mike: You have to be kidding!? Is he wearing a fat suit? Like the guy needs any more fat on him! Steven Travis: What a costume... Think that turkey drumstick is real? Iron Mike: I bet the baby is real too! EAT THE BABY!!! Senior referee Bret Maxwell, signals for the bell as Mike Sullivan and “Two Ton” Tommy begin to circle the ring and Sullivan runs in to grab Tommy, be the fat costume that Tommy is wearing, makes Mike bounce back like if Tommy was a beach ball. Sullivan hits the mat and rolls back to his feet as Tommy begins to laugh and points to his stomach, saying “GET IN MY BELLY!” He charges towards Sullivan and tries for an attack but Mike dodges him and Tommy hits the turnbuckles and bounces back wards, half way to the other end of the ring Steven Travis: That is one unpredictable belly! Iron Mike: laughing- This is too much! All Sullivan has to do is dribble him and the match is over! As Tommy begins to struggle to get up wearing the fat suit, Mike heads outside the ring and goes under the ring, and pulls out a baseball bat. The crowd begins to cheer “MANNY!MANNY!MANNY!” as Sullivan hops back in the ring, he begins to set him self up by Tommy, getting a few practice swings in like if he is at the plate. Tommy manages to get to his feet and as soon as he turns around, Mike swings and connects with Tommy's midsection, only for that belly to rebound the attack and send the bat into Mike's front side, making him drop to his knees, holding his torso. Iron Mike: Swing and a miss! Steven Travis: “Two Ton” Tommy knew what he was doing in this match by wearing that fat suit. He is almost invulnerable! As Mike tries to gather himself, he leans in the corner to catch a breather, but Tommy takes advantage and runs towards Sullivan, landing a cross body splash, crushing Mike between him and the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Tommy begins to strut around the ring, taunting them. He then turns and runs towards Sullivan and lands a knee into him for good measure. While Mike is down, Tommy heads towards the baseball bat that was used earlier and picks it up and heads towards Mike, ready to swing down, but Sullivan sees the attack and throws a punch below the belt and lands a low blow, making Tommy stumble back some, holding his lower half in pain. Mike pops up and dropkicks Tommy to his backside Steven Travis: A low blow by Mike Sullivan! Iron Mike: Its legal! In a match like this, you need to use what ever dirty trick you can think of to save any chance a winning Steven Travis: Well it was very effective as Tommy is on his back Iron Mike: “laughing” Look at Tommy! He is like a turtle on its back! As Tommy struggles to gain any ground in getting up, Mike turns to the turnbuckle and unlaces the padding, exposing in the metal underneath. He tries to drag Tommy to his feet and with some effort does so and begins to meet Tommy's face with the new weapon that is in play. The crowd begins to shout the number of times Tommy's face hits the metal 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10!!! Mike throws Tommy down and begins to raise the crowd as they cheer him on. Tommy looks sluggish as Mike turns back to him, yet not sluggish enough to nails Mike in the crotch with a clenched fist as he returns to an attempted beating. Tommy pushes with all his meaty might to get to his feet, and staggers backward about to fall over like a human bowling pin. Tommy turns and yells at the crowd, who boo back at him, and then turns back to the ring, in time to catch a stiff clothesline from Mike. Tommy rolls and gets to a knee, and Mike nails him with a diving clothesline before picking him up and whipping him to the ropes. Tommy rebounds and runs right into a big elbow from Mike. The crowd cheers on the elevation of Mike, who then picks up Tommy and fires him into a near corner, the entire ring shakes as he collides. Mike charges in, nailing a huge running forearm that drives Tommy further into the turnbuckle. Mike winds up to pummel Tommy with some right hands, but Tommy takes the easy way out and ducks out between the ropes. The ref steps in to break things up, and as the ref tries to pull Mike off of him, Tommy mulekicks and catches Mike directly in the nuts. The crowd groans, and Mike staggers back out of the corner. Iron Mike: I think I'm starting to like this Fat Bastard! No pun intended by the way. Steven Travis: Oh, please. Iron Mike: What? He has a great ring presence; can take advantage of any situation! The fans groan as Tommy walks around and slides into the ring. As he wraps his hands around the bottom rope, pulling himself up, the ref checks and his face is still clear… Mike regains himself and slides back into the ring and clubs Mike in the back and kicks him in the calf knocking him back down to his knees. Mike stomps away at Tommy's back in anger, and picks him up and whips him to the ropes. Tommy rebounds into an evil DDT! The crowd groans as Tommy gets back up, but Mike stays on him, lifting Tommy to his feet, and then hooks Tommy into a front face lock, yet Tommy manages to somehow spin around behind Mike, and hooks him in for a German suplex, yet Mike blocks that by hooking his leg around Tommy's, then Mike switches around behind Tommy, and goes for a German of his own! He manages to lift Tommy upwards, but Tommy’s weight is too great for him, He lets go and favors his lower back. Tommy turns around and CLOCKS Mike in the mouth, knocking the taste out his mouth. Tommy whips Mike into the corner, builds up some steam and runs in, throwing all of his weight into him!! Iron Mike: HA HA! He Sandwiched that prick! This match is great! I can’t stop laughing at this shit! As the crowd boos, Mike stumbles out of the corner after the sandwich and Tommy catches his opponent with a big sidewalk slam. Tommy then steps over his opponent and locks in a leg lock, twisting Mike's knee around his own, yet as Tommy gets the hold applied, Mike manages to kick Tommy off with his other foot, and sends Tommy into the ropes. Mike gets to his feet as Tommy rebounds off the ropes, and Mike uses his momentum to press Tommy into the air and let him drop face first on the mat! The crowd goes wild!!! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!! HE PICKED THAT FAT FUCK UP!!! Steven Travis: OH MY! He Slammed him right on his own face!!! Iron Mike: That weight should have driven his own head out of his ass!!! Tommy doesn’t budge! He’s out like a light! Steven Travis: That’s Three Hundred and Eighty Five Pounds crushing right on his head! It’s a wonder he isn’t dead!!! The referee pushes Tommy over as blood spills from his HORRIBLY broken nose!!! The ref calls for the bell! Steven Travis: IT’S OVER!!! Matthew Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner the All Hallows Ever First Blood Match, MIKE SULLIVAN!!! Mike throws his arms in the air as the fans erupt with a flurry of cheers! Steven Travis: Now THAT was truly Amazing Mike! Sullivan lifted a near 400 pound monster and dropped him right on his face! Iron Mike: Honestly I don’t care who won, that match was the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages! Two-Ton Tommy Dressed as Fat Bastard, that’s pure Genius! As Mike is still celebrating in the right, suddenly his music skips, the lights slowly begin to dim! Steven Travis: Did it suddenly just get cold in here? Iron Mike: Oh my Christ, there’s that weird fog again! A foggy mist fills the entranceway as a dim blue light fills the arch, and out from backstage slowly walks the man in the tattered black shroud, carrying a razor sharp scythe and dragging with him a huge body bag, yes, it was the Grim Reaper himself, appearing once again to lay claim to another soul! Steven Travis: IT’S THE REAPER AGAIN! Iron Mike: He’s taken the losers of the matches with him, how’s he going to carry that Fat bag-o-crap Tommy out of here? The Reaper enters the ring as Mike slides out, he moves far away from the Reaper as possible. The Reaper approaches Tommy’s corpse, kneels down beside him laying out the large body bag. With his boney hand he rolls Tommy inside, his face still gushing blood. The Reaper slowly zips him up and proceeds to drag him out of the ring. Iron Mike: My GOD! He’s actually pulling that fat creep with little to no effort! Steven Travis: He’s the GRIM REAPER Mikey! He’s got super natural powers and shit! Iron Mike: Whatever! Where’s he taking these people? Steven Travis: To the Void Mike! To the Void! We’ll be right back folks with more action here at AWL’s All Hallows Eve! |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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As we cut back in from commercial break, we open up on the food court of the arena. We see people moving by the camera and eating their meals happily, but the camera slowly pans in on what appears to be… Iron Mike: Look, Mike! Its David Richmond! And he;s eating PEOPLE food! Steven: Richmond has a big night ahead of him as he takes on Eros Mako for the AWL World Championship later... tonight! Richmond begins leaving the area towards the hallways to the Lockerrooms, but beyond him appears to be a figure watching him from behind a column running from the ground to the roof of the arena… [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Matt Gooding: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! And is a Tag-Team, Animalz Rulez Match! And is also Match 5 of Round 2 in the FIRST Round Robin for the AWL World Tag-Team Championships! Steven: I actually can’t wait for this match… We’ve already seen someone get destroyed via table already tonight while SEXXY was in the match with them. Iron Mike: I doubt Daye OR Night will make that same mistake. “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. Matt Gooding: First, at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty one pounds! The team of DAYE AND NIGHT! 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 Gooding: And their opponents! At a combined weight of four hundred and fifty one pounds! THEY ARE SEXXY! Iron Mike: Hehe… Matt… Steven: That joke’s about two matches old now, let go of it. "S-E-X-X-Y" by they Might be Giants plays. Irving Kenton and Danny Amorous step out from the back. The team struts down the isle towards the ring. The team jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring. SEXXY strip their accessories off and hand them to a stage hand. Steven: Here we go! Iron Mike: Let the carnage begin! *DING* *DING* *DING* At that moment, both teams leave the ring and go after their own weapons of choice. Daye and Night grab a ladder together as SEXXY, still looking beaten up from their previous match in the night, throw in two tables. At this point, Night climbs in at the same time as Amorous. Amorous charges across the ring and delivers an elbow to the back of Night who was picking the ladder up. Night drops and Amorous immediately goes to work with stomps to his back. Night manages to shove Amorous away while turned away and when Amorous comes back in, Night leaps up and delivers a perfectly executed dropkick. Amorous drops as Night springs back up as Daye from the top turnbuckle! Daye connects with a leg drop! But here comes Kenton with a boot to the head of Daye whose sitting up! Night from in front of Daye leaps over him as he falls and connects with a Hurricarana to Kenton! Every man is down except for Night who is now “getting down” with the boogey with some Disco Inferno!! Steven: Hot damn! A combination of various moves right there ending with some Classic Travolta Strutting! Iron Mike: I wouldn’t call it “hot damn” worthy, but it was a nice beginning touch to the match... And Travolta sucks. Steven: *Gun heard loading* What did you just say…? Night lifts Kenton back up and whips him across, but Kenton counter whips. Night comes back and ducks under a leaping split-legged Kenton. Kenton stops behind Kenton however, and as Kenton spins around for the rebound, Night with a Disco Finger to the eye of Kenton! Kenton stumbles back as Night approaches “rolling” his hands in front of him! Kenton turns again and Night throws his hands upwards delivering a hammerfist to the chin of Kenton! Kenton is sent wheeling back into a corner and shakes his head out, but from behind comes Amorous with a big lariat. Night drops to two knees as Amorous and Kenton now double team him with stomps. But here comes Daye with an incredible leap to the closest middle turnbuckle then off with a Double Crossbody! Daye takes them both down and springs up. Amorous gets up first and runs at Daye, but Daye ducks a clothesline, grabs Kenton by the back of the head in a bulldog position. Daye continues to run straight and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, kicks off with both feet and delivers a Bulldog to Kenton and a Dropkick to the chest of Amorous!! Daye jumps up with an explosion of energy! Steven: Daye is on FIRE here tonight! My God! Iron Mike: For now anyways, we saw what SEXXY can do to people, and it’s not pretty. Daye has now grabbed a table and has also began to lean it against a turnbuckle. Night is back to his feet as Amorous does the same. Night trades fists with Amorous to keep him at bay and is whipped to the ropes. Night comes back and Amorous doubles over, but Night with a big knee lift to Amorous’ chest! Amorous jerks up straight and Night then proceeds on with a scoop slam. Night runs to the opposite ropes, back off the rebound, and delivers a big running moonsault to Amorous! Night gets up, but Kenton from behind grabs him by the head and as Daye moves out of the corner, Kenton throws Night head first through the table and through the top & middle turnbuckle as well! Night looks in pain as Kenton turns and begins to trade shots with Daye now. Steven: Wow! Big switch there as Kenton puts Night through a table in the corner. But REMEMBER, the only way to win THIS match is to put your opponent through a table when you have jumped off a LADDER. Daye is caught by a knee by Kenton and is whipped into a corner. Kenton runs in, but Daye side steps out and Kenton runs in chest first. Kenton stumbles back and then down to a knee as Daye jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and off, but Kenton jumps and catches Daye in midair with a SPEAR!! Daye crashes into the canvas hard, his head bouncing off it awkwardly as Kenton shakes out his own cobwebs. Steven: Bad positioning on Daye’s part there. Iron Mike: That’s going to cost him quite a bit… Kenton stands up as Amorous gets back up and both men grab the other table brought in looking to end it quickly. They get it setup diagonally to one of the corners and grab the ladder inside the ring. Kenton gets it setup as Amorous grabs Daye by the hair. Amorous positions Daye onto the table and Kenton begins to climb up the ladder. The crowd boos and as Kenton leaps off, Daye shoves Amorous away and dives off! Kenton crashes through the table!! Amorous furiously begins to lay in stomps to Daye quickly before he can build an offense, but from behind comes a woozy Night! Night taps Amorous on the right shoulder and he turns, but Night ducks behind his back. Amorous turns, but Night taps him on his left shoulder. Once again Amorous turns, but Night ducks again. Daye gets on all fours and when Amorous turns, Night springs up with a dropkick, which causes his legs to catch Daye and make him fall first into the canvas! Daye resets himself up on all fours and Night steps off his back with a running, hang-time leg drop across the neck of Amorous! Iron Mike: HEY! This is no time to play practical pranks here! Steven: A good distraction by Night so Daye could setup there folks, and Night sure as hell capitalized on it! Daye and Night look to be kicking it into high gear as Night tears the ladder down and picks it up, holding it so its on a diagonal slant touching the floor with his hands holding the top edge in midair. Daye backs up, runs up the ladder Night’s holding and jumps off with a Swanton Bomb to the stomach of the downed Kenton now out of the wreckage of the table!! Kenton whirls around in pain as Daye grabs his gut. Night drops the ladder and picks up Amorous whose getting back up. Amorous gets an eye rake to Night who stumbles back, and Amorous runs in for a clothesline and connects to Night with a thunderous blow that nearly takes his head off and down right into the ladder Night dropped!!! Night bounces off the ladder back first and onto the main rolling out grabbing his back as Amorous now grabs the ladder. Iron Mike: Yeah, Amorous! Show ‘em what it means to be SEXXY! Steven: That was horrible… Iron Mike: *Loading of a gun is heard* Whatchu say boy? Steven: AH! When the hell did you grab that from me!? Amorous places the ladder now in one of the corners away from everyone else. He turns and Daye is still down after his high flying acrobatics, Kenton is sitting up against a corner’s bottom turnbuckle and Night is laying face down holding his back with both hands. Amorous moves towards Night and lifts him up quickly. Amorous whips him to the ropes, Night comes back ducking a clothesline attempt, Amorous turns for another clothesline, Night picks up momentum and ducks another one! Amorous spins around and Night comes charging back with a HUGE leaping Crossbody to the head! Amorous falls backwards and flips as Night lands on his feet and falls against the ropes. Kenton pushes himself up and runs at Night leaning against the ropes, but Night doubles over and throws Kenton up and over the top rope. But Kenton lands on the apron! During this, Amorous has gotten up and so has Daye! Amorous stumbles forward and Night catches him with a double knee lift to his face after grabbing his head! Amorous falls backwards and Night drops down to all fours! Daye runs off Night’s back holding the ladder horizontally in front of him and suicide dives the ladder into Kenton waiting on the apron!! Kenton goes flying off and over the barricade into the front row, the ladder drops outside of the ring and Daye lands barely making himself not fall out of the ring under the bottom rope. Steven: My God! My God what a combination of moves! Iron Mike: He could have killed himself! He could have killed Kenton! What a maniac! Steven: Well its going to TAKE TWO MANIACS to win THIS match here tonight! And we know for sure Daye is one! Now can Night make it two!? Iron Mike: Not while Amorous still has something to say about it! Amorous is on both knees trying to shake his head out as Night comes from behind with a swift kick to his spine. Amorous jerks upwards and Night kicks him again in the back. Amorous gets up to one knee knowing he has to get up to avoid the kicks. Night runs to the ropes and back, but Amorous catches him with a spinning backfist to the face! Night drops like a bag of potatoes and Amorous falls back onto two knees and hands. Amorous pushes himself back up to his feet as Daye stands back up using the top rope. Amorous moves in at Daye, but Daye backbody drops Amorous over the top rope similar to Kenton just a few moments earlier! But again, Amorous lands on the apron, though barely on one foot. Daye turns and Amorous gives him a forearm to the head. Daye backs up as Amorous shakes his head and climbs in slowly, but at the moment he gets back in and straightens up, both Daye & Night are charging at him and double team him right over the top rope!! Amorous goes flying over the top rope via Double Clothesline as Daye & Night remain in the ring catching their breathe. Steven: Looks like these two men want this one. Iron Mike: SEXXY won’t go down that easy! Just look! Both men are back up! Steven: Incredible! Even after all the punishment they’ve taken! Amorous is using the apron to get up as Kenton in the front row is standing up and slowly stepping over the barricade. But Daye & Night won’t have none of that as Night doubles over and leans out of the ring to give some rights to the head of Amorous! And as he does Daye goes to the other side of the ring’s ropes! Comes running back! STEPS OFF NIGHT’S BACK AND SUICIDE DIVE TO THE BARRICADE WHERE KENTON IS! Both men go crashing back down into seats of the second and third row where security has now grabbed the fans back! But it’s not over as Night gives a hard right to Amorous making him fall backwards, Night grabs the top rope, pulls back, and launches himself over the top rope, but Amorous catches Night and slams him back first into the outside flooring! Iron Mike: HOLY CRAP! THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! THAT HOW YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN! Steven: Night may have just had his back literally BROKEN by Amorous there! Iron Mike: WOOO!!! Steven: Not to mention Kenton and Daye out in the freakin’ crowd!! Iron Mike: Its clear sailing for SEXXY now as they have the upper hand! After a few moments of the ref going back and forth between both pairs, Amorous has gotten to his feet, though extremely dazily, and picks Night up who seems lifeless. He throws Night into the ring and goes under the ring, pulling out another table. He sends it into the ring and moves towards the ladder. He throws that in too and follows in after. In the crowd, Daye and Kenton look completely out cold. Amorous grabs the ladder and sets it up so its open, but Night is laying on the steps on the canvas and it can be snapped shut to enclose on Night’s front and back. Amorous moves to a turnbuckle and begins to the climb to much of the crowd’s displeasure. Amorous runs his thumb across his neck signaling he’s going to look to “kill” Night at this point. Amorous stands up and leaps off, but Night rolls out of the ladder trap and Amorous only meets his chest to the ladder! Amorous bounces off and nearly out of the ring by the corner he leapt from as Night has rolled away to a safe distance. Iron Mike: Aw, damn it! Steven: That was a close call on Night’s part! Iron Mike: We can’t afford to make any more mistakes like that! After at least what seems to be minutes, a stirring from the crowd has erupted as Daye throws himself back over the barricade to ringside. Kenton is slowly crawling after him. Inside, Night has used the top rope to pull himself up as Amorous tries to get himself reoriented on his feet. Night runs across the ring, but Amorous side steps and shoves Night head first into the top turnbuckle and proceeds to bash his head on it. Amorous lets go and yanks Night’s head down and plants him with a big DDT. Amorous looks out to see Kenton now falling over the barricade and nods as he picks Night back up and scoop slams him back onto the mat. He then drops a knee to his gut and begins to methodically pick apart each of Night’s body parts with carefully placed boots. Daye has now gone around the ring to another table and has begun setting it up on the outside by the entrance ramp where as Kenton has grabbed yet another ladder from ringside and thrown it into the ring. Kenton slides in as Daye finishes up and catches his breathe. Inside, Amorous lifts Night up and gives him a swift forearm uppercut, sending him backwards into the waiting Kenton who gives him a spinning sidewalk slam! Kenton then begins to set up a ladder in the middle of the ring as Amorous places the table open in front of it. However, Amorous isn’t done as Kenton lays in rights and lefts to the now lifeless Night on his feet. Amorous sets up THE SECOND ladder beside the first and begins to climb up. Kenton begins to shove Night up the ladder beside Amorous’ now as the crowd explodes with boos while Kenton trails below Night. Steven: What in the hell can these men be looking at here!? Iron Mike: I believe they may be bringing SEXXY back! Steven: WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP! It now seems evident that Kenton and Amorous have set Night up high above on the ladders for a double powerbomb attempt, but they did not count on Daye climbing up Amorous’ ladder behind them! As Kenton and Amorous pull Night over each of their shoulder’s, Daye grabs him by both hands and yanks him over the ladders using their momentum! Amorous and Kenton just about lose their balance as Night and Daye position themselves at the top of each ladder and leap off to the sides, Night grabbing Kenton and Daye grabbing Amorous, each with a Bulldog and planting both men through the table below!!! Steven: THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! DAYE AND NIGHT HAVE WON! Iron Mike: NO! NO! NO! HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED!? They had it in the freaking bag!! Matt Gooding: Here are your winners, the team of DAYE! AND! NIGHT!!! Winners: Daye & Night via Double Ladder Bulldogs through Single Table @ 15:03 Just as Daye and Night raise their arms in victory, the lights suddenly begin to dim once more, the stage begins to fill with smoke and the archway turns a dark blue! Iron Mike: OH MY GOD! It's the Grime Reaper again! Let the sombitches stay die first before you come and claim their souls! Steven: He does seem to be raining on everyones parade doesn't he? The Reaper enters the arena, scythe over his shoulder, dragging two body bags. He passes up Daye & Night all together, as if they weren't even there. Daye turns to Night and motions over his shoulder that they should leave, Night nods quickly and the duo high tails it out of there! The Reaper takes his sweet time in collecting the bodies of Kenton and Amorous, crossing their arms and zipping their broken bodies up in their body bags. Once his is finished, he takes both his prizes and drags them away from the ring... and back... into the darkness... [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] The lights in the arena go dark a few seconds later... "Real American" by Rick Derringer plays out of the speakers, while Dave rules appears on the jumbotron. The lights blink a pattern of green, yellow and red. James Unger walks out from the back, wearing a bald cap and a tuxedo... you can tell he is still harboring the injuries from earlier in the night... but apparently Dave didn't care enough. Unger: Hello... once again... everyone. *huff* I'm Mean... Jim Okerlunger... and if you see me that means one thing... the following contest is scheduled to have some sort of wacky table stipulation, but it is for the AWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE... introducing first from Venice Beach... New Jersey, weighing in at 165 lbs. of pure Daveamania he is The Man... the midth, the l33tgend... Hulk Richmond!... now if you'll excuse me... Unger immediately collapses... Dave Richmond walks out from the back wearing a yellow bandanna, yellow shirt with Daveamania written on it in Green, a pair of red and yellow tie dye long tights, a red weightlifting belt with Dave Richmond written on it, and a pair of red boots with his face airbrushed on. Dave flexes on the stage for a few seconds... then looks at the fallen Unger and shakes his head... he then makes no attempt to walk over him instead choosing to walk on top of him. he begins walking down the ramp playing air guitar. He walks down the ramp and up into the ring, he flexes and then rips his shirt off revealing the greatest physique in AWL... well not really... but still. Steven: Look at those Pythons! Iron Mike: Pythons? Steven: Alright Garter snakes but the fact remains they're ophidian! Dave stands near the center of the ring waiting for the match to start. The arena is cast in darkness. The guitar beckons, the snares bang, the bass rides. "Last Dinosaur", by way of The Pillows, is playing... Matt Gooding: and his opponent from Flint, Michigan weighing in at 150 lbs, he is the AWL World Heavyweight Champion, Eros Mako. In the middle of Matt's entry spiel Eros walks out from the back early in his street gear and carrying the title on his shoulder. The lights turn back on as he makes his way down the ramp, He walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. He takes the title puts it on Dave's shoulder, he raises Dave's Arm before sliding out of the ring, and exiting the arena through the crowd. the crowd is in silence, the ref pushes his earpiece listening for what call to make, he walks over to Matt and whispers something in his ear Matt Gooding: The winner of this match as a result of a forfeit, and NEW AWL World Heavyweight Champi- Dave grabs the mic out of Matt's hands Dave: NO! Dave hands the ref to the ref Dave: After everything I've done to revalue this title, after everything I've said about what this symbolizes. j00 didn't honestly believe that j00'd come out here hand me teh title and leave and I would be completely OK with it did j00? Dave pauses Dave: I don't care what anyone in teh back says on teh matter, I did not just win teh title. Dave begins pacing Dave: So right now I propose an open match. A Texas Table Massacre Match or whatever teh hell they call it, for teh World Heavyweight title. Dave Richmond vs. teh first person to get out here, and I don't care if j00 call it a substitution, I don't care if j00 call it a defense. Just someone get out here now. Dave looks towards the ramp Dave: What does no one want a title opportunity in this company? Dave continues pacing back and forth while looking at the ramp Dave: This is a once in a lifetime chance, sure j00'll probably lose horribly since no one can match my talent, but maybe by some divine intervention j00 could actually beat me. Dave looks around the crowd Dave: Take your time I've got all night, and if I really get bored, who knows maybe I'll extend teh offer to anyone in teh audience. Dave throws the mic at Matt Gooding, and slides out of the ring. He grabs a chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring waiting. [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] [align=center]It was the night before Canada. And all through the League. Not a person was stirring, not even Two Ton Tommy. Their matches were posted on the GM's door with care. All in hopes that this day, they'd have made it and be there. The stars were all nestled, all snug in their hotels. While visions of Titles and Championships, danced in their heads. But late that one night, while the rooms were all still. Up from the great north came one man... to... ... kill... *STATIC*CANADIAN WARFARE*STATIC* "... 'He's Coming'..."[/align] [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] The sounds of fans chanting, fading into “Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult nearly blows the roof off the building with cheers as Corybantic makes his way out from backstage wearing a Tasmanian Devil Costume. He spins in circles just like his favorite cartoon character, yet he stumbles almost instantly losing his balance and running into the barricade. With a low chuckle and several incoherent sentences, Corybantic gives a quick acknowledge to the fans before setting his eyes on Richmond and making his way to the ring. However, before he gets even halfway down the ramp Richmond runs out and attacks Corybantic!! The crowd goes nuts as both men unload on each other with lefts and rights, forcing the referee to call for the bell immediately! Iron Mike: OH MY SWEET JESUS! IT'S CORYBANTIC! Do you realize what this means Stevie? CORYBANTIC COULD BE OUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!! Steven Travis: Well, even so Mike, its time for what's sure to be one hell of a barnburner as these two tackle each other one on one in a Texas Table Massacre Deathmatch for the AWL World Heavyweight Championship!! The match will be 2 out of 3 falls!!! This match is about one thing for these two; PAIN AND PUNISHMENT! Iron Mike: Both these men have a weird relationship with each other; Hell, Corybantic has a weird relationship with himself! No matter whom you put in front of him, as soon as the bell rings he’s looking to put a hurting on someone. This is a match that will not be for the faint of heart. Much blood is going to be spilled tonight Stevie. Both men trade blows as they slowly make their way toward the ring, Richmond rakes Corybantic in the eyes to take control. He launches Corybantic into the ring post shoulder first dropping him to the ground, holding his shoulder area in screaming pain. Richmond calmly walks over and picks up a steel chair and heads over to Corybantic, as Corybantic tries to get up Richmond runs up from behind and… [align=center]*WHACK!!*[/align] He waffles him with a chair shot to the back!! As Corybantic is face down clutching his back, Richmond shifts a bit, looks for the injured shoulder and… [align=center]*WHACK!!*[/align] … HITS HIM RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER WITH THE CHAIR!! Iron Mike: Bloody Hell!!! Steven Travis: My GOD!! Richmond is not wasting any time in trying to brutalize Corybantic!! Richmond, still with an ice-cold expression on his face, slides the chair into the ring while Corybantic lies on his back, crying out as he holds onto his injured shoulder. Richmond picks Corybantic and slingshots him into the steel steps shoulder first to cause more injury! With Corybantic down, Richmond picks up one of the tables and slides that into the ring as well. Richmond then picks Corybantic up and casually tosses him into the ring. Corybantic tries to get up via the ropes with his one good arm at the moment. Richmond just coldly punches Corybantic IN the shoulder to drop him to his knees. He then picks up Corybantic and hits him with a Shoulder-Breaker! Richmond still isn't happy, so he goes over and sets up the table vertical in one of the corners the ring. He then picks up Corybantic and Irish whips him shoulder first into the table!! Iron Mike: He’s lucky right there! Corybantic could have gone right through the table with that kind of force, however the table was sturdy enough to take it! Richmond has a frown on his face, as he picks up the chair again. But this time Corybantic sees him coming, grabs him by front of his tights and jerks him forward into the table and the chair *WHACKS!!* Richmond right in the face!! The fans cheer as Corybantic starts to get up with a pissed off look on his face. Corybantic stomps both his feet and smacks himself in the face. He grabs the chair and before Richmond can get up he waffles him in the back with it! Then he gears up and hits him again, then he waits a bit and then hits him a THIRD TIME!! Richmond is hurting, holding his back, but STILL finds a way to get up to his feet, Corybantic yells at him “WAHARGHPZZZT!!!” and then *WHACK!!* He nails him dead in the face with the chair!! Richmond is now busted wide-open, blood pouring down his face!! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL! Steven Travis: Corybantic has drawn first blood on Richmond!! The tide is turning in Corybantic's favor! Iron Mike: Come on Richmond! Don't give up now!! Still feeling the affects of the attacks on his shoulder, Corybantic heads outside and retrieves the ladder! The fans cheer as he brings it in the ring and quickly uses it by ramming it into Richmond's gut!! Corybantic hoists the ladder onto his shoulders, sticking his head through the middle rung and begins spinning around like a helicopter blade! “WAGABAGAZAHH!!!” Screams Corybantic as Dave stumbles to his feet and gets CLOCKED by the spinning ladder, leveling him to the mat instantly! Corybantic staggers a bit, obviously dizzy (That’s the excuse we’re using,) and struggles to keep his footing as he tosses the ladder off his shoulders. Corybantic stumbles backwards and falls out of the ring all on his own between the top and middle ropes. Corybantic smacks himself in the face, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Corybantic slowly crawls on all fours trying to regain what little bit of mind he has. He finally stops as his hand lands on the stack of tables. He jerks one up with a smile and slides it into the ring and then proceeds to set it up in the opposite corner! Corybantic then walks over to Richmond and nails him with a Zwanadon for good measures! He then picks Richmond up and tries to whip him into the table BUT Richmond reverses it and sends Corybantic into it smacking him in the face! Richmond charges in and SPEARS him in the back, Smashing him right through the table!!! The crowd starts another "Holy Shit!!" chant as Richmond and Corybantic lay in a heap outside. Matthew Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen, as of now the Scores for this 2 out of 3 Falls Texas Table Massacre Deathmatch are David Richmond One, Corybantic Zero! Richmond rises up and Smiles that damn smile of his. He stands, grips Corybantic by the mask and drags him out of the wrecked table. He staggers to his feet and grabs the ladder and pistons it into Corybantic's chest and ribs several times! Richmond then sets up the ladder in one corner. He then walks out and picks up another table and throws it into the ring. Corybantic tries to get up, so Richmond picks up a steel chair and *WHACK!!*'s him across the back with it! He then sets up the table in the corner on the opposite end from the ladder. Steven Travis: What's Richmond up to Mike? Iron Mike: I don't know Stevie but I'm guessing its going to be painful for Corybantic!! Richmond grabs Corybantic and punches him several times in the head, then he grabs his legs and slingshots him INTO the ladder face first!! Corybantic walks out and does a Flair Flop onto the mat, as the camera zooms in to show he is now busted open in the forehead from the slingshot!! Blood pours from under his mask as Richmond comes over and starts to work the cut over with some right handed fits! He then picks up Corybantic and nails him with Piledriver!! Richmond looks to add more punishment, so he picks Corybantic up and ties to whip him into the ladder, BUT Corybantic reverses it and sends Richmond back first into the ladder!! With Richmond stunned for a moment Corybantic pulls out a insane move and... Iron Mike: BLOOODY HELL!!! Steven Travis: MY GOD!! COREY JUST SPEARED DAVE INTO THE LADDER!!! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT!!" as Richmond is barley conscious after that hit! He staggers out in a daze from the corner. Corybantic then grabs him and whips him into the opposite corner with the table, Dave smacks into the table and slumps as Corybantic slaps himself in the face! Corybantic motions to the crowd and they go insane as he charges and.... Iron Mike: BLOOODY HELL!!!! Steven Travis: SWEET HEAVEN!! COREY BANTIC JUST SPEARED DAVID RICHMOND THOUGH THE TABLE!!!! RICHMOND HAS JUST BEEN BROKEN IN HALF!!!!! The fans go insane as "Holy Shit!!" echoes across the arena!! Corybantic hurt himself with that move, but is able to drag Richmond out of the corner. Matthew Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen, as of now the Scores for this 2 out of 3 Falls Texas Table Massacre Deathmatch are David Richmond One, Corybantic One! It is all tied up! Iron Mike: This match is incredible Stevie! I'm declaring BOTH MEN INSANE!! Steven Travis: The brutality, the blood, and the wreckage... WHAT A MATCH!! Corybantic looks outside and seems to get a idea, he heads outside and takes the time to not just set up one table, not two... but THREE tables one on top of the other!! Steven Travis: What is Corybantic doing?! Iron Mike: I told you Stevie, INSANE! Corybantic then grabs the last intact table and slides it into the ring. At this time Richmond is finally getting back on his feet. Corybantic walks over with the chair and nails him in the back with it to slow him down some more. He sets the table up, then he sets up the ladder! The crowd buzzes in anticipation!! He goes to pick up Richmond but Richmond responds with a low blow on Corybantic! He then reaches out, picks up the steel chair and *WHACK!!* Nails Corybantic in the face with it! Richmond yells out to the crowd “IT’S OVER!” Dave moves fast and places Corybantic outside on top of the 3-stacked tables! Steven Travis: OH NO!! He's going to put Corybantic through those tables!! Could this be the end?! He then picks up the chair and slowly climbs up the ladder! The crowd goes nuts as he nears the top of the ladder, Yet Corybantic rolls off the table!!! Iron Mike: Bloody Hell! Corybantic just REFUSES TO GIVE UP!! Richmond is pissed, and yells "YOU’RE DEAD NOOB!!" The crowd goes insane as Corybantic climbs up the ladder after Richmond! The two meet at the top and start to exchange lefts and rights!! Corybantic knocks the chair out of his hands! Both men teeter on the top, Both men grabs the other by the throats!! Trying to throw the other off the top!! Corybantic let’s out a huge wild scream “WHAGAGAGAAAH!!!” Corybantic draws way back and completely LEVELS Richmond across the face with an enormous clenched fist!!! Dave loses his balance and drops off the ladder gripping his face in agony. Corybantic stands atop the ladder beating his chest as if he were King of the Jungle! And Then… … Every Light in the Arena Turns Pitch Black! Iron Mike: WHAT THE HELL MAN!?! Steven Travis: Wait! What’s that on the Fury-Tron? The entire screen goes Static! Suddenly a set of Blood Red Words Emerge from the Static. [align=center]*STATIC*CANADIAN WARFARE*STATIC*[/align] [align=center]*STATIC*"... 'He's Coming'..."*STATIC*[/align] As the Static dies down, the lights come back on and now there is a 3rd man in the ring!!! Iron Mike: Who in the Bloody Hell is that?!? The man stands there in front of David Richmond; he wears a Red and White Cloak with a Maple Leaf on the Back. He has his hood drawn. Dave stands there wide-eyed and in shock. The man it Red/White quickly side steps and Super Kicks Richmond in the throat!!! Steven Travis: OH MY GOD! David Richmond rebounds from the Super Kick and falls against the ladder tipping it over! Iron Mike: “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL!!! COREY BANTIC HAS BEEN KNOCKED OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE 3-STACKED TABLES!!! HE’S A MANGLED MESS!!! HE LOOKS LIKE HE WAS JUST IN A CAR CRASH!!! The crowd erupts in a huge chant [align=center]Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”[/align] The crowd blows the roof off of the Thomas and Mack Arena with a HUGE “Holy Shit” chant!! Corybantic lay among the ruins of the tables motionless. Matthew Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen, Your Winner of the All Hallows Eve Texas Table Massacre Deathmatch, And NEW AWL World Heavyweight Champion… DAVID RICHMOND!!! Dave Richmond lay on his back at the feet of the man in Red/White. Neither man moving at all!!! As a band of referee’s go to check on both men, suddenly all of the lights in the arena flicker off AGAIN!!! The Fury-Tron comes back to life a 2nd time, another set of Blood Red words emerge from the White Static. [align=center]*STATIC*January 2008*STATIC*[/align] [align=center]*STATIC*CANADIAN WARFARE*STATIC*[/align] [align=center]*STATIC*"... 'HE… IS… COMING'..."*STATIC*[/align] As the lights flicker back on, the man in the Red and White Cloak is nowhere to be found!! Iron Mike: “What in the blue FUCK was that!?!? Who the HELL was that Guy!?!? Why did he attack Richmond and cost Corybantic his title opportunity??!! Steven Travis: “Only Time will Tell Mike! Wait! What’s This?!? Now, instead of the lights flickering off like before, they slowly, oh so slowly, dim down to complete darkness! The entranceway slowly fills with fog as a dull blue light emerges from the archway. Out from the Darkness walks the man in black, his Scythe draped over his shoulder. Iron Mike: “It’s The Grim Reaper! He’s here to lay Claim to another Soul!!! The Reaper marches slowly down the runway, approaching the mangled body of Corybantic. The Reaper reaches into his tattered shroud and produces yet another body bag! The Reaper places Corybantic’s remains in the bag and slowly zips him up with his bony fingers. As he stands, the smoke begins filling the rest of the arena. The Reaper grips hold of Corybantic’s bag and slowly begins dragging his lifeless corpse up the runway and into the black bitter darkness… [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Spider-Man, the hero to the masses and gladiator of the Action Wrestling League was standing outside of a locker room, it being his was a long shot. It had a strip of duct tape slapped on it and in crude black permanent marker read "Spidey". Spider-Man stood with his arms crossed and leaned against the door, looking up at the flickering light that blinked above him. He seemed to be in a deep thought, a constant wondering. He looked down at his hand, in it was a blue berry muffin. A rather delicious treat for anybody who enjoyed their fluffy delights. He spoke, to only the camera and the muffin in a passing manner. Spider-Man: "Now, I could eat a blue berry muffin a day, some days even two knowing they'd be free. So that'd be... ten a week, fifty-two weeks a year, for at least another... forty years, which works out to... Twenty thousand muffins!" The ol' web headed counted on his fingers, he looked at his hands as the calculations started to pile up. He seemed astounded at what life would be like if he had muffins in his everyday life. Spider-Man: "My life suddenly seems long, measured in muffins..." Spider-Man sighed...and then raised his head and looked around. Spider-Man: "Don't I have a match or something to be at? Oh yeah..." Our comical hero lifted up his mask above his nose and wolfed down the muffin in two bites. He then sauntered off for his match, which was about to begin! [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Iron Mike: Once again, thank you for being with us tonight on All Hallow's Eve; we have a new World Heavyweight Champion in Dave Richmond. Steven: Making him, count it, the one, two, THREE time World Heavyweight Champion. There's a reason why he is elite. Iron Mike: Up next the first ever Pumpkin Bomb match. There are little pumpkins with little bombs in them, filled with paint. When the bomb goes off it needs to splatter on the opponent in order for it to count. Three colors must cover the opponent. Steven: It's a very unique match, really no wrestling need be involved, but I can guarantee there will at least be some brawling. Iron Mike: There better me. Steven: It was a unique build up. For months the amazing Spiderman has run around, last big mention was when Rurik Krychek tried playing mind games with him in an attempt to get him disqualified. Iron Mike: It made sense, and was still fucking confusing. Steven: It started when Phoenix and Corybantic were shuttling explosives around in one of Phoenix's pranks. Spiderman asked if they needed help, were given the silent treatment, and he stole some, irritating Phoenix. Iron Mike: My question is, what the hell did he need it for? Steven: Who knows, he's nearly harmless. It's Phoenix's bombs that worry me. Iron Mike: It worries us all my little punching bag. It worries us all. Steven: Pressing on, eventually Phoenix got a hold of a comic book Wasabi Dragon was using, and created the Hobgoblin costume that he will be wearing tonight. Iron Mike: The gimmick is an homage to the Hobgoblin's pumpkin bombs in the comic books. Steven: Let's go to the ring then. Matt Gooding: The following match is scheduled for three to five falls, it is the Pumpkin Bomb match, and here are the rules: The two competitors must ignite three different pumpkin bombs, and they must splatter on their opponent. The special guest referee will determine if the splatter is enough. Disqualifications are limited to attempts on life, where in the victim may get a free throw of a pumpkin bomb. The winner is the one that splatters their opponent with red, blue, and green paint. "Over The Rainbow" begins to play and the crowd is consistently confused as to why that music is playing. But they begin to cheer once they see who steps out from the back; that ever funny prop comedian; Gallagher. Wielding in his right hand his humorously large and possibly over compensation mallet, he wears a giant watermelon costume, with black pants and shirt. The top portion is cut off, and tied to his head for a hat. Gallagher walks down the ramp, jokingly threatening to hit people with the mallet on his way to the ring. Gallagher walks up the stairs and steps into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring. Matt Gooding: Here is the special guest referee for the Pumpkin Bomb match, he has been a professional prop comedian for twenty-eight years; Gallagher! One last cheer from the crowd before a high pitched cackle of a laugh is heard, and "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie hits the PA system. The cameras in ring side get a close up view of some fans that are booing, but with smiles on their faces. The camera swivels and looks up above the jumbotron, a couple seconds later a couple of wires appear from a hidden hole above the jumbo tron that usually Wasabi Dragon's dragon would come out of, instead, the wires pull out a replica of the sky stick from Spiderman 3 in which the New Goblin rode on, this time we see Phoenix in a Hobgoblin outfit on the sky stick. A mostly purple suit covering all of him, except for underwear that has turned orange...either painted or just worn over time we don't care to ask which, and a sleeveless shirt tucked into the underwear. He wears a mask with the Hobgoblin mask printed on it, and even has the orange hood that expands down into a full cape. The wires pull Phoenix through the air, swooping low over the crowd a couple of times before soaring back over the ring. Phoenix reaches down and unclasps his feet from it, and drops down into the ring as it does so. Phoenix lands on his feet, and hops around as the sky stick speeds back for its hole. Matt Gooding: Introducing first, hailing from Mexico, Phoenix as the Hobgoblin! -insert Spiderman’s entrance Matt Gooding: And his opponent, hailing from New York City, Spiderman! Spiderman and Phoenix in his Hobgoblin outfit stare at each other from across the ring. The camera in front of the commentators moves to the side and examines a box of little baby pumpkins, which have clearly been cut into from the looks of the tops. The camera switches to one on the stage, which looks at a box laying to the left of the entrance way. The camera stationed in the crowd resumes its duty and pulls out a bit from its tight shot on the wrestlers to find scaffolding hanging from the ceiling with another box of little pumpkins on it. The two wrestlers stare at each other, with Gallagher standing in the middle. Why does he have the balls to stand in the middle of two wrestlers, despite being the size of a green bean? Because he has a huge fucking mallet: That's why. Iron Mike: We just got the view of the three pumpkin boxes; I'm not sure which has what color in it. Steven: Are they allowed to move the boxes? Iron Mike: I don't see why not, in fact for places like the scaffolding box, it'd be smart to move it. Steven: Well then Spiderman won't do it... The bell rings and the two men quickly...dive out of the ring. Spiderman quickly charges for the pumpkin box between the commentator tables, and grabs one. Spiderman presses down on the stem, igniting the bomb portion. Phoenix arrived on that side of the ring as he did so. Spiderman chucks it at him, and Phoenix quickly dives under the ring. It goes off and splatters the shoes and pant legs of people in the first and second rows, and the ring apron with red. Phoenix lunges out from under the ring, and tackles Spiderman into the ring barrier. Phoenix grabs his arm and whips him at the ring. Spiderman runs up to the ring and leaps onto the apron. Phoenix runs up, and Spiderman leaps backwards with a back flip, but Phoenix ducks and slides into the ring. Phoenix runs across the ring and rebounds off the ropes as Spiderman is stretching out a leg he landed on. Phoenix leaps onto the top rope and proceeds to leap high into the air, front flip, and land with a dropkick into Spiderman's chest. Iron Mike: Nice dropkick from Phoenix. Steven: Finally, you’re giving the man some credit! Phoenix for the win! Iron Mike: Uh, they have to throw Pumpkin Bombs at each other. Steven: Don’t tell Spidey that. Spiderman rolls out of the ring to try and regroup as the Phoenix goes up to the top rope. Spidey notices this and shoots a web at the Phoenix, knocking him off the top rope and into the barrier. Steven: What the hell? Where did that come from? Iron Mike: Spiderman used his web to knock the Hobgoblin off the top rope and now he can take advantage! Steven: Damn it, Phoenix! Get up! Spiderman looks under the ring and pulls out a ladder. The crowd erupts in cheers as Spidey places the ladder against the announce table and raises his fists in the air to the delight of the crowd. Iron Mike: Spidey’s got some evil intentions here. Steven: Why is he so close to us? We really don’t have to be anywhere near this match. Iron Mike: I’m just glad that they haven’t started throwing bombs yet. Steven: If they do, I hope one hits you. I could use a new partner. Out of nowhere, Phoenix grabs a chair and whips it at Spidey’s head. The chair bounces off the skull of Spidey as the crowd ohs. Spidey falls back onto the ladder, still set up on the announce table. Phoenix rolls back into the ring and glances down at Spidey. A smile comes across his face before he runs off the opposite side ropes and does a forward flip plancha over the top rope and lands right on top of Spiderman, snapping the ladder in half! Iron Mike: HOLY SHIT! Steven: WHAT A MOVE! PHOENIX HAS GOT HIM NOW! Iron Mike: Spiderman has to be broken in half! Steven: Get him Phoenix! Get the bombs and end this one! Iron Mike: Both men are down and for good reason. They both just went through a steel ladder! Phoenix is slow to get up and Spiderman lies in the broken ladder. Phoenix stumbles to his feet and looks up at the pumpkin bombs above the ring on the scaffolding. He glances at Spiderman before looking underneath the ring for another weapon. Iron Mike: What is Phoenix looking for? What could he possibly be looking for? Steven: Whatever it is, it’s going to do damage to Spiderman. Find something hard and painful! He walks over to another side of the ring and pulls out another ladder. Phoenix puts the ladder in the ring as Spiderman begins to move from the broken ladder on the outside. Phoenix looks up at the scaffolding again and positions the ladder right underneath it. He climbs the ladder as he glances towards Spiderman on the outside. He gets to the top of the ladder and looks at the sky stick. He smiles as he positions himself to get the sky stick as he grabs a bomb. Steven: He’s got a bomb! It’s time for Spidey to die! Iron Mike: This is an insane match already and we don’t have a fall yet! Phoenix hops on the sky stick and proceeds to fly around the arena a little bit as Spiderman crawls in the ring. Phoenix heaves a bomb at Spiderman who narrowly escapes the impact. The bomb explodes in the ring, making people in the front row duck for cover. Phoenix shows frustration as he brings the sky stick closer and clotheslines him with the sky stick, knocking Spiderman for a flip as the crowd ohs at the impact. Steven: Oh, that was a thing of beauty! The Webmaster has to be out cold! Iron Mike: What a brutal shot from that sky stick…that glider that Phoenix, the Hobgoblin or whoever he is tonight, just used! Phoenix grabs another bomb on his way around the arena and throws it towards a motionless Spiderman. The bomb falls right at the side of Spiderman and Spidey is lifted off the ground by its impact. He falls against the ropes and is standing on the apron as Phoenix smiles and raises a fist in the air. Iron Mike: Damn it! Phoenix has the first fall in this match! Steven: Ha ha! The Wall Crawler is in a web of trouble right now! Iron Mike: You were just waiting to use that line, weren’t you? Steven: I’ve been practicing all week. Now shut up as I watch Spiderman get blown up again. Phoenix taunts the fans for a couple seconds as Spiderman begins to recover. He spins the sky stick back into position and towards Spiderman again, but Spiderman leaps on the top rope and catches Phoenix with a clothesline sending the sky stick flying onto the ramp as both men lay in the ring. Steven: What the hell? Where did that come from? Iron Mike: Spiderman with a hell of a clothesline. I don’t know where he got that from. The momentum is starting to shift! Steven: What are you talking about? Phoenix is up one fall already. He’s got this one in the bag. Iron Mike: You obviously underestimate Spiderman. Steven: I think he sucks. I honestly think I’m overrating him. Spiderman gets to his feet slowly as Phoenix tries to shake off the impact of the clothesline and the fall. Spiderman runs off the ropes and takes Phoenix down with a flying cross body. He rolls out of the ring after the impact and falls outside close to the ring apron. He glances under the ring and finds another ladder and a table. He grabs all three weapons and pulls them out. Iron Mike: Spiderman is taking everything out from under the ring. He’s got something on his mind if he’s bringing all of that out. Steven: He’s stupid. He should be trying to even this thing up instead of hurting Phoenix. Iron Mike: Earlier you were begging for Phoenix to find something big and painful. Steven: I hate spiders. They need to be crushed. Spiderman sets the table up on the outside as Phoenix rolls to the outside. Spiderman positions the table as Phoenix charges. Spidey gets an elbow up knocking Phoenix back a few steps. Phoenix retaliates with an uppercut to the jaw of Spiderman. Spidey stumbles back to the table and Phoenix charges only to get back dropped through the table. The crowd cheers at the impact. Iron Mike: Phoenix through the table! What impact! Steven: No! Come on, this can’t happen! Get up Phoenix! Put him away! Iron Mike: Your strategy changes with every move. Spidey takes the ladder and sets it up in the ring before glancing back to the entryway. He looks out at the crowd and notices the sky stick still on the ramp. He points to it leading to cheers from the crowd. He goes to the outside and gets on the sky stick and begins to ride around the arena to the delight of the crowd. Steven: Hey! That’s the Hobgoblin’s glider! You’re not allowed to take that! Iron Mike: Spiderman is taking this match into his own hands. Steven: Yeah, he’s a thief. Some hero he turned out to be. Iron Mike: He’s in battle. He’s trying to beat Phoenix, not be his friend. Spiderman grabs a couple bombs and throws one at Phoenix who rolls out of the way and under the ring. The bomb explodes as Spidey wonders how he’s going to get Phoenix now. Iron Mike: Near miss for Spiderman, but now Phoenix went under the ring again! Steven: Well, if he throws a bomb under there, he’ll have to pay for the ring. I don’t think he’s that stupid, but then again, I’ve been surprised before. Spidey jumps off of the sky stick and lands in the ring waiting for Phoenix to appear from underneath the ring. Spidey holds the bomb behind him like a baseball. Phoenix climbs out from underneath the ring and glances up to see if Spiderman is anywhere near him. He looks around and then sees Spidey in the ring. The pumpkin bomb is thrown towards him and he dives out of the way, watching the bomb explode just feet from him. Phoenix breathes a sigh of relief as the crowd boos. Steven: Ha, he’s not much for accuracy, is he? Iron Mike: Honestly, that was a mistake by Spiderman. He shouldn’t have waited that long to throw the bomb. He could’ve tied this match up. Steven: His ego got the best of him. He wanted to be all cocky and it may have cost him this match! Phoenix gets up and runs up the ramp as Spidey rolls outside the ring and grabs pumpkin bombs near the announce table. A bomb is tossed towards the announce table landing right in front of it but missing Spiderman. Steven: Holy shit! This is getting way too close for comfort! Iron Mike: Quit hugging me. I’m not going to save you. Steven: I’m having bombs thrown at me. I’m not going to be out here in meditation, moron. Spiderman climbs to the top rope and throws a bomb in the general direction of Phoenix but misses again. Each man throws a bomb and the bombs collide and explode in mid-air. The crowd cheers at the efforts of both men. Iron Mike: This crowd is loving this match and now it’s a showdown between the two to see who can get the bombs off. Steven: Our crowd apparently loves getting covered in whatever this crap is inside these bombs, too. What a mess. Someone call the janitor to clean it up. Actually, better idea. Someone call Joe Jobber. It’s not like he’s doing anything special. Phoenix goes to throw another bomb but it slips out of his hand and it blows up behind him, startling him for a second. Spiderman seizes this opportunity and launches a pumpkin bomb at Phoenix and it hits him square in the back. The crowd cheers as Phoenix rolls around in pain. Iron Mike: Phoenix couldn’t hold on to the bomb and Spiderman took advantage! It’s now tied at one apiece! Steven: Son of a bitch! Phoenix, hold on to that thing! Who do you think you are, Kyle Boller? Iron Mike: Who’s that? Steven: Never mind. I didn’t expect you to get that. Spiderman celebrates but only for a short while as he goes to the announce table and notices that it’s out of pumpkin bombs. He looks up at the scaffold and climbs the ladder to get to the top. Phoenix meanwhile gets up on the outside and crawls over to his sky stick. Covered in blue, Spiderman throws a bomb at Phoenix. Phoenix flies through the air and dodges the bomb while covered in green. Iron Mike: Phoenix has his glider back and now he’s looking to take out Spiderman again. Steven: He will. No one can stop him while he’s on that glider. Iron Mike: We’ll see about that. Phoenix grabs Spiderman and brings him onto the sky stick and the two have a fight in midair. They hammer each other with right hands. The two come dangerously close to the scaffolding and while pounding each other, both run right into the scaffolding and fall to the ring below. The scaffolding begins to shake back and forth as the crowd takes cover. Steven: That scaffolding is about to fall! If it falls this way, I’m not saving you! Iron Mike: That box full of bombs is swaying, too! If it falls this one could be over! Steven: Phoenix! Get out of there! Both men lie on the ground as they see the pumpkin bombs box tip back and forth on the shaking scaffolding. Spiderman uses his “Spidey Sense” to move out of the way and roll out of the ring. The box of bombs falls down onto Phoenix and the bombs explode all around Phoenix. Gallagher calls for the bell and the crowd cheers as Spiderman weakly holds up his arm. Steven: Damn it! That’s a cheap way to win! Iron Mike: Spiderman has won this one, ladies and gentlemen! Steven: Son of a bitch! Phoenix, how could you lose it? Spiderman walks up the ramp with his arm raised as Phoenix lays on the mat with a pumpkin bomb beside him, frustrated at the loss. Gallagher picks up one of the bombs and looks out into the crowd. The crowd starts to cheer as he looks around and points to the bomb. Phoenix is waving it off as he didn’t want Gallagher to do anything with the pumpkin. Gallagher threw the pumpkin down and it landed near Phoenix who flew back from the impact. The crowd cheers as Gallagher shrugs and waves at the crowd before pumping his fist in the air. Steven: What an idiot Gallagher is. Who invited him here anyway? Iron Mike: I don’t know, but this crowd loves it. Suddenly as the Prop Comic legend is celebrating in the ring, a large silver blade rips right through the canvas floor in the ring! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!! What's that!? What's happening!?!? The Blade rips right through the canvas like tissue paper, and suddenly smoke begins pouring out from the hole in the ring! Gallagher sees this and takes off running, scrambling to get out of the ring! Iron Mike: RUN YOU MAGNIFICENT NINETEEN EIGHTIES BASTARD YOU!!! As smoke bellows out from the hole in the ring, a boney arm appears from the hole, and then a dark tattered black shroud! Steven: IT'S THE REAPER!!! The Reaper came up merely a few feet away from Phoenix's pumpkin gut-covered corpse. The Reaper reaches out with his undead fingers, grips hold of Phoenix's boot, and drags him foreward! He wraps a boney hand around Phoenix's throat and drags the unconscious wrestler into the smokey pit below the ring... Steven: OH MY GOD! He pulled him under! Iron Mike: AND THERE GO THE LIGHTS! WHAT THE HELL?? The arena went pitch black for a few moments as soon as Phoenix disappears into the ring, and soon the lights flickered back on, yet the ring was bare, there was no hole to be seen, it was as if the ring was untouched! Steven: HOLY CRAP I think I just pissed myself! Iron Mike: Get a man down there! Check under the ring! As stage hands steadily scramble under the ring, we quickly find out that there's nothing to be found. Phoenix and the Grim Reaper were both... Ghosts... Steven: I don't know if I can handle too much more of this shit Mikey! This crap has my blood pressure peaking! Iron Mike: Settle down and get hold of yourself, you damn light weight! Folks stay right there, we got more Halloween action coming your way right after this! [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Spider-Man fumbled himself into the backstage area, staggering as he gripped at his black suit. The costume seemed to be bothering him, he couldn't stand it any longer. The match was over, he just felt so smothered in this costume. Perhaps the first real challenge he had ever faced in a long time had pushed him too far, he couldn't stand it. Slowly he began to rip off the costume little by little, tearing the gloves off and then began to shred his leotard from the chest and then down he went and shredded the pants. He tossed the black suit aside, letting the sweaty pieces of costume sizzle on the floor. There he stood, locks of long brown hair stuck to his sweaty face. He swayed back and forth, his breathing was heavy. It was evident he was exhausted from that ballistic match. There he stood...in a pair of Spider-Man boxers...the man who had always claimed he wasn't Spider-Man. Neo Carner! Neo: "God...it was hot in there." He began to slowly drift away, his feet dragging under him like pieces of concrete. His arms limply laid at his sides, his head sunk between his shoulders. There he went, Neo Carner...costumeless. He had done everything there was to be done with Spider-Man...he could finally rest, safely assured that the day, was saved. [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] Steven: Well, up next is a match which has been in the making for a few weeks now… A Buried Alive Match featuring Drake Love pitted against Rurik Krychek! Iron Mike: Rurik Krychek has definitely gotten inside the head of Drake Love over these past few weeks since Drake’s return to the AWL and now its finally culminated into this. Steven: It’s going to be a hellacious match, that’s for sure and you have to know that one of these men are going to look to put the other’s future, literally, six feet under... permanently. Matt Gooding: The following contest is the Buried Alive Match! The rules are simple. The first man to put their opponent into the dug-up grave in front of the Stage and drop the dirt on top of them using the Bulldozer will be the winner! The crowd goes into a fever pitch as the lights suddenly go off and “AFI’s Prelude 12-21” hits the PA and the Drake Love Entrance Video on the Titantron. [align=center][doHTML]<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr5pPcgW5uc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>[/doHTML][/align] [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] Matt Gooding: Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds! From Denver, Colorado! DRAKE! LOVE!!! 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 entranceway. 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. [align=center](Oh-uh, Oh-uh, ) Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh, Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep. (Oh-uh, Oh-uh)[/align] Steven: Drake Love looks focused, ready and determined here tonight. He does NOT want to lose this match, because in theory, it could mean the end of his own career. Iron Mike: I highly disagree. Drake Love is the kind of man who could take a monumental beating, come back a week later, take another worse beating and then return the following week looking for more. He’s JUST. THAT. TOUGH. Steven: Definitely right on that one, but remember the mind games that took place. Matt Gooding: And his opponent! Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds! From Provideniya, Siberia, Russia! RURIK! KRYCHEK!!! "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 Steven: Rurik Krychek is rocking his more classic attire here tonight. Iron Mike: He wears that same outfit every week Steve… As both men stand inside the ring looking across from each other, a loud “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” sound is heard as the Excavator moves in closer to the dug up grave and it’s driver exits showing he left the keys in the ignition. Both men turn back to each other. Steven: Here we go! Iron Mike: Its about time. *DING* *DING* *DING* Both men instantly begin circling each other around the ring. Drake Love can’t shake the fact out that Krychek is wearing a dome helmet as he goes for a lock up, but his hands slip across it and Krychek capitalizes with a toe kick. Drake backs away and straightens up as Krychek waves his finger “no”. Drake sneers and shakes it off as both men circle again. They go for another lockup attempt, but this time Drake slides under Krychek’s right arm and hooks him around his waist. Krychek tries to reach Drake around his back, but his costume is a bit too beefy for him to do so. Drake now takes charge and connects with a German Suplex. Steven: I can’t believe Krychek is wearing a damn Misterio outfit tonight… Iron Mike: We might as well have a Sinister Six reunion after he assassinates JFK tonight. Steven: … Iron Mike: What…? Too soon? Drake is back on his feet and lays in a couple boots to Krychek’s side. He picks him up and pushes him by his arm to the ropes and whips him across. Krychek storms back, but Drake ducks an oncoming clothesline. Drake spins around and dodges Krychek charging him again on the rebound. But this time Drake runs to the ropes Krychek was just at as Krychek goes to the other side. Both men come at each other, but its Drake who takes control with a lock around Krychek’s waist and nails him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Steven: Drake is on FIRE tonight! Iron Mike: He barely managed to avoid three moves and hit a single, sloppy mind you, belly-to-belly… That’s not really on “fire”. Steve: SHUT UP! Drake stands up and stalks behind Krychek. Krychek rises to his feet a bit woozy and turns and into a big Spinebuster by Drake! Drake immediately grabs hold of Krychek’s right foot and slaps in an ankle lock while falling to his back. Krychek scrambles around the canvas and manages to get to the ropes to which Drake releases on a three count. Drake stands, but grabs Krychek by his left foot and drags him out to only slap in an ankle lock on the other ankle now! Krychek scrambles once again, but this time is nowhere near any ropes. He turns over causing Drake to get to a knee from his back. Krychek gets onto his hands and available foot as Drake stands to a vertical base. Krychek then jumps, spins and nails Drake in the head with his right foot! Drake drops Krychek and is sent stumbling back. Krychek springs to his feet and charges Drake, taking him into the corner behind him. Krychek proceeds to deliver shoulders into Drake’s midsection and finally whips him across. Drake counters, but to no avail as Krychek pulls him in using his own momentum into a HUGE clothesline![/color] Steven: Wow! Krychek barely able to get out of those ankle locks by Drake and manages to put Drake down with a massive clothesline! Iron Mike: Someone get out there and get the man some advil! Krychek shakes his left ankle out the most and drags Drake into the center of the ring. He drops and puts Drake into a Sleeper hold, but it doesn’t last very long before the crowd gets behind Drake and gets his momentum going. Drake gets to his feet, and gives Krychek two stiff elbows to the gut. Krychek lets go, but instead of running to escape his clutches, Drake simply turns and connects with yet another belly-to-belly suplex! Krychek is sent through the air and Drake jumps back up and delivers quick knee drops to Krychek’s open right side. Krychek rolls onto his side to cover it, but only allows Drake to drop and lock in an armbar on his left arm. Krychek begins to crawl and gets to the nearest bottom rope and though Drake releases the hold at three again, he grabs Krychek’s right foot and pulls him back a few steps and drops backwards with yet ANOTHER ankle lock!! Krychek scrambles around in pain, yelling mumbed curses through his helmet. Steven: Drake is using a good strategy by eliminating Misteri- I mean Krychek’s right and left feet! Keep him off his feet, and he won’t be able to do anything but get dragged helplessly to his own grave! Iron Mike: It might seem like a good idea now, but what about the rest of Krychek? His feet may be a key role so far, but if Drake continues to allow Krychek’s upper body to go unchecked, Krychek will continue to use his undamaged head to get out of his holds. LIKE THIS! As Iron Mike was saying, Krychek had rolled onto his stomach like he did earlier and sommersaults forward, thrusting Drake forward into a nearby corner face first! Drake bounces off and comes back, and Krychek is on two knees behind him and takes Drake off his own feet with a big sweeping left arm chop block! Drake falls as Krychek mounts and begins to deliver unmerciful rights and lefts to his head. Drake tries to cover, but it’s not doing much good. Krychek eventually lets up and gives Drake a parting boot to his torso. Drake grabs himself as Krychek goes to the corner! Krychek begins to climb up as Drake rolls onto his stomach and gets to both knees. Drake stiffens up, only for Krychek to leap off with a big hammerfist to the back of his neck! Drake falls forward as Krychek flips forward across the ring and lands on his feet. Steven: Krychek really took it to Drake that time. Iron Mike: I’m sure it’ll get a whole lot better. Krychek now motions for Drake to stand up. Drake seemingly listens to him and stumbles to feet and then forward right into Krychek’s hands and Krychek plants him with a quick toe kick then DDT combination. Krychek almost immediately exits the ring and begins walking around it until he reaches the side with the commentating desk. He goes under the ring, and is heard moving a few things around until he pulls out a number of small items. More importantly, three bags of unknown contents, a lead pipe and a steel chair. Iron Mike: Ooooh, boy! Here it comes! Steven: What in the hell could be in those bags!? Iron Mike: I think I’ve got a good idea of what’s inside! Krychek slides in after tossing each item into the ring and begins stalking Drake from the opposite side of the ring. Drake is on all fours and pushing himself up when Krychek runs across and punts him in the stomach. Krychek holds one hand above his dome to see “how far” his kick went then waves it off. He picks Drake back up and whips him across, but Drake counters. Krychek goes back first into the other corner and stumbles out, and Drake runs in and connects with a big time knee to Krychek’s face in midair! Krychek drops hard and Drake begins going to town with stomps into Krychek’s gut and chest. After a good number of shots, Drake turns and sees all the “goodies” Krychek brought in with him. He grabs one of the three bags labeled “1” and looks inside. He picks Krychek back up while holding the bag still and whips him across. Krychek comes back, and Drake ducks a clothesline. Krychek on the rebound, but Drake jumps over Krychek who ducks while running. Krychek comes back, but this time Drake drops to his stomach and when Krychek comes back for the third time, he throws the contents of the bag at Krychek! It’s a red cloud of smoke! The bag seemingly “explodes” around Krychek and he can’t seem to maneuver out of the cloud. Drake quickly seizes the steel chair brought in and the moment Krychek manages to find his way out of the large floating red cloud, Drake lights Krychek’s right leg up with a big chair shot! Krychek drops on all fours and Drake jabs the chair into Krychek’s chest. As Krychek falls backwards, Drake slams the chair down and into the right knee in the air of Krychek! Steven: Oh my God! Drake just used Misterio’s own smoke bomb against him! Iron Mike: Wow… How amazing… Drake tosses the chair across the ring and grabs hold of Krychek’s right leg, and proceeds to step over and into a Single Legged Boston Crab!! Krychek reels in pain as he tries to crawl to a rope but can’t manage it! Krychek tries to swing his body now to find a counter move, but Drake is unrelenting as he is thrusted up, but comes back down with a slam to Krychek’s knee! Krychek finally swings himself around enough to kick Drake off of him and it sends Drake flying back and out through the middle and top rope. Drake crashes to the floor as Krychek rolls around on the canvas holding his right knee. Steven: Drake is still trying to eliminate Krychek’s legs out of the picture so Krychek can’t save himself if he winds up in the hole! Iron Mike: If they even GET to the damned hole! They’ve been going on now for a solid seven minutes and they haven’t ONCE even gotten out of the ring at the same time. This is just FRUSTRATINGLY boring! Steven: Well what do you expect? Both men need to wear the other completely out so they don’t find themselves in the grave. If they bring the fight there while they’re both still in perfect shape, they’ll just keep falling in then climbing out. It’d go nowhere fast. After a few moments, it seems the pace has picked up again as Krychek finds himself on the opposite side of the ring using the ropes to pull himself up and Drake using the apron to stand back up outside. However, the moment Drake’s head peers from below the apron, Krychek runs across the ring and dropkicks Drake through the middle and bottom ropes! Drake is sent backwards into the barricade and almost flips backwards into the crowd. Krychek stands back up as Drake stumbles forward and uses the top rope to slingshot himself over! But nobody’s there as Drake simply walks away allowing Krychek to fall face first into the floor!! Iron Mike: OH NO! Steven: Krychek just found himself on the wrong end of his own dive! Iron Mike: And look! He’s STILL moving! Steven: The hell with that, I’m more impressed his helmet hasn’t even fallen off or has a scratch on it yet! Drake is just around the corner and finds himself going under the ring now and pulls out a table. He picks it up and begins to set it on the apron and the barricade. He ducks under it and pats the table signifying he’s going to use it. Krychek is trying to use the steel steps to climb into the ring again, but Drake grabs him by his costume’s cape. He swings him around and gives him a nice, “HEY, YOUR-EY-ER-A MISTERIO AINTCHA!?” and gives him a nice kick to the inside of his right leg. Krychek falls into a sitting position on the steps as Drake continues. “WELL WHY DON’T YOU-ER-A HAVE A SEAAAT!?” And with that Drake backs up and runs in with a big spear-like tackle over the steel steps! Steven: JFK just-er-a, kicked some ASS!!! Iron Mike: You & Drake’s impersonations of JFK is quite pathetic… You’ve been watching WAY too much of Clone High recently. Drake is on all fours and shaking the cobwebs out as Krychek lies motionless, eagle-spread on the floor. Drake grins to himself as he pushes himself up and to his feet. He grabs Krychek and pulls him up. He grabs Krychek by the arm and swings him around the corner towards where the table it set up. He shoves Krychek back into the barricade and then whips him into the apron front first! Krychek leans against the apron and Drake grabs his shoulders from behind, but Krychek with an upward kick backwards into Drake’s crotch! A low blow by Krychek sends Drake to lean against the barricade behind them. Krychek reaches into the ring, and is seen grabbing the two bags from earlier! He pulls them closer, but snatches only one and as Drake comes forward, Krychek spins and tosses a fine green liquid into Drake’s eyes! It begins to give off a green tinged white smoke both from the bag and the liquid on Drake’s face as if it were “acid”. Drake swings uncontrollably aiming for Krychek, but instead Krychek kicks him and whips him shoulder first into the steel steps! Steven: What is with Krychek and his damn bags of magical pixie dust and liquids!? And was that ACID he threw at Drake!? Iron Mike: Find out the answers to these questions in just a few short moments…! I don’t know! And I don’t care! Krychek turns and grabs hold of the table from the side resting on the barricade. He pushes it and makes it slide into the ring and goes under. Krychek pulls out yet ANOTHER table and shoves it into the ring. He moves to Drake and rolls him inside, follows him and grabs the third bag sitting on the apron. Krychek ties the bag to his belt and grabs a table. He puts it leaning against one corner and then grabs Drake. He whips Drake into the opposite corner of the table, but when he moves in to whip him across, Drake counters and throws Krychek into the corner! Drake begins to light Krychek’s chest, stomach and even his shoulders with rights and lefts from every direction! Krychek doesn’t know where to block, but is somewhat stopping a few of the blows raining down on him. At the same time, Drake tries to retain some control as the green liquid is still seen stained on his face and seemingly hindering his eyesight still. Drake grabs Krychek and gives him a knee to the gut and oddly enough, manages to wrap his arm around the helmet and carries Krychek out like a battering ram! But before Drake gets halfway, Krychek slips out and trips Drake with a drop toe hold. Drake falls but gets right back up, but when he turns to face Krychek, THE LIGHTS GO OUT!! Steven: WHAT THE HELL!? What’s going on!? Iron Mike: How the HELL am I supposed to know what’s going on!? The crowd grows restless after ten seconds but before you know… [align=center]***KA-BANG!!!***[/align] The lights come back on and a MASSIVE cloud of white mist is seen rising from the ring… And now there’s FOUR Misterios in the ring!!! Drake is surrounded inside of a square of Misterios in identical poses seemingly laughing at him. Drake rubs his eyes thinking it’s the substance in his eyes, but its real. Suddenly, one of the Misterios attacks, but Drake counters and lights him up with a stiff forearm uppercut. A second charges, but he gives him a backbody drop! The third, but is only met with a Spinebuster! The fourth charges and is the only one to catch Drake off guard with a knee to the side of his head as he was getting back up! Steven: HOLY HELL!!! There’s FOUR of them in there!! Iron Mike: That’s just how great Krychek is! He can be in four different spots at one time! Steven: This has become a damn HANDICAP match! Four on one! How is at all fair!? The crowd boos loudly as all four Misterios gang up on Drake and begin to stomp away. Finally, two of them let up and grab the second table, setting it up in the opposite corner of the first. As they’re doing that, a third one picks Drake up and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, they double over and Drake delivers a kick to their chest! The fourth one runs at Drake, but Drake side steps and throws them head first over the top rope behind him!! The third runs in, but Drake drops and grabs the top rope down, and sends them flying over!! Steven: DRAKE IS OVERCOMING THE ODDS! Iron Mike: Come on Krycheks! You can do it! Play the numbers card…! Play it…! *Shakes fist at monitor* Drake stumbles into the center of the ring and one of the remaining two Misterios realize this. They move in towards Drake, but Drake gives them a toe kick, reels them in, flips them up and running powerbomb into the first setup table!! The Misterio is sent through with massive impact, and at that time their helmet goes flying off revealing… TEH L33T’S UNGER! Steven: AW WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? THE LEET HAVE DESECRATED ANOTHER MATCH! Iron Mike: Well if your “Drake Love” is so great, why doesn’t he just “over come the odds”..? Steven: I pray he can! The final Misterio realizes his ally has just been incapacitated through the other table and turns, but its too late. Drake has begun running and connects with a SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE! Drake puts the fourth Misterio through! Their helmet falls off as well and reveals BM!! Drake gets up and shakes his head out. He wipes his eyes clean and looks down at Unger and BM and nods his head in disapproval. He turns around, *BANG!* chairshot by one of the other two Misterios! Drake collapses as the Misterio walks closer and bends down and begins yelling at him. Drake is grabbed and pulled back up. The Misterio runs to the ropes still holding the chair and comes back to swing for the fences-! But Drake ducks it, they spin around and he kicks the inside of their right leg! But their reaction isn’t really “injuring” and he realizes its not Krychek! He grabs their helmet and rips it off to reveal Ivan Rurik! Drake yells out, “SONUV-EY-ER-A BIIIITCH!” and goes to town with three strong right hands to Ivan’s head then shoves him back enough for him to clothesline him out of the ring! Steven: Drake has eliminated the three imposter Misterios! Now all that’s left is Krychek! Iron Mike: Even then, you think being clothesline out of a ring or put through a single table will keep the other L33T down for that long? Drake has to put Krychek into that damn hole now and throw the switch before they all come to. And by my predictions, he doesn’t have that very long! Steven: For once, I have to agree with you! Drake is panting heavily as he sees the real Miste- Krychek sliding into the ring with the lead pipe in hand from earlier. Drake reaches down and picks up the chair Ivan had on him and as Krychek gets to his feet, Drake slams the chair to the right side of Krychek’s right leg! Krychek is sent horizontally in the air then downward into the mat as Drake slams it down against his leg again and again and again repeatedly. Drake finally lets out a vicious roar of newfound energy and unleashes a final chair shot over Krychek’s front side. He throws the chair away and out of the ring, grabs Krychek by the collar and whips him to the ropes where Ivan was taken out of, but mistakenly as Ivan was getting to his feet he put his hands on the apron which caused Krychek to step on them. Ivan yelps and Krychek spins around distracted by him. Krychek turns back giving Drake enough time to follow up with a big clothesline to Krychek sending him over the rope! Iron Mike: One of Krychek’s Misterios is back up! Now would be the time for Drake to mount any kind of a comeback. Too bad its Krychek and TEH L33T he’s dealing with. Drake climbs out onto the apron and as Krychek & Ivan get themselves composed and turn around, Drake leaps out with a cannonball to both. All three men go down, and Drake rolls onto his feet after impact. Drake slams his fists into the ground as he gradually pushes himself back to a vertical base. He grabs Krychek and begins to pull him by his arm towards the grave setup in front of the Titantron. Drake shoves Krychek forward as they reach it and Krychek narrowly falls inside, but keeps himself out. He stumbles forward and lays in a right hand to Drake, and also strains his right leg. Krychek hops in place on his left leg as Drake comes back with a hand of his own. They trade blows two more times before Krychek mounts a comeback consisting of three more blows afterward then a big headbutt with his helmet to Drake’s forehead. Drake drops to a knee and Krychek pulls him back up, but drops with a Jawbreaker to Drake! Drake falls backwards to the ground holding his mouth as Krychek gets time to catch his breathe. Steven: You know… How has Krychek managed to get new air circulating through that suit and helmet all match without taking it off? Iron Mike: Well Ste-… Actually… I’d like to know that too. Steven: Mental Note: Check to see if Rurik Krychek is a zombie. Krychek is back up and pulls Drake up, now showing Drake’s mouth to be busted open and a small point of incision on his forehead too. Krychek spins and whips Drake towards the hole, but Drake catches himself just in time. But Krychek charges him yet misses as Drake dives out of the way! Krychek goes falling head first into the hole!! The crowd explodes with applause as Drake crawls to the excavator’s operating controls. He’s narrowly there as Krychek is seen having his upper body out of the hole and from behind Drake, A FIFTH MISTERIO APPEARS FROM BACKSTAGE! They run in and slam themselves violently against Drake into the heavy machinery and proceed to pummel him with stomps. Krychek crawls out of the hole as waves for Drake to be thrown in. The fifth Misterio picks Drake up and begins to walk with him in a headlock to the hole! Steven: NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! DON’T LET IT END LIKE THIS! PLEASE NO! Iron Mike: OK HONESTLY NOW! Even I’m concerned about all these damn Misterios! How the hell did Krychek manage to find FOUR other guys dressed like him tonight! Steven: … That’s not their actual costume… They’re only doing this to screw and confuse Drake! Who’s about to be thrown into THAT DAMN HOLE! NO! The fifth Misterio throws Drake head first forward and in the process, causes Drake to fall into the hole. The crowd erupts into an explosion of boos and ugly chants. Krychek yanks his right foot from the hole at long last as the fifth Misterio is seen laughing as he grabs the door handle to the machine. He opens the door and is halfway in, but from the hole comes Drake’s hand gripping Krychek’s right ankle! Drake leaps from inside and slaps in an Ankle Lock while half in the hole and somehow manages to pull Krychek into the hole with him!! The fifth Misterio in the machine watches on with the door open trying to see into the hole, but instead hops out after a moment or two. He looks around and then goes under the machine, pulling out a baseball bat! Steven: WHAT THE HELL!? A BASEBALL BAT UNDER THE MACHINE!? Iron Mike: WOW! Krychek thinks of EVERYTHING for his matches! The fifth Misterio slowly moves to the hole to toss the bat in, but instead Drake is seen jumping out again and grabbing the Misterio by the feet. Drake trips him up, but the Misterio throws the bat at his head. Drake ducks it as it falls into the hole and Drake slowly pulls him in with him. A few more moments roll by before a cameraman is able to get mobile and move to the hole, when finally its DRAKE LOVE who appears from within. Battered, tired and bloody faced (even some green stain on it from earlier) he crawls out and begins to rise to his feet. The crowd cheers as he pauses briefly to catch his breathe standing on the edge of the hole, but from NOWHERE Krychek appears from inside with his helmet finally removed and baseball bat in hand! He swings and takes Drake by the left knee causing Drake to inadvertently fall on his side against the edge of the hole and into it!! Steven: OH MY GOD! NO! NO!! Iron Mike: THIS DOESN’T BOLD WELL! Steven: Drake may have just suffered injury there! Or possibly worse! Iron Mike: You REALLY think Krychek cares about that!? Krychek jumps out of the hole and throws the bat across where a ramp would normally be and moves to the machine. He opens the door, climbs in and a loud “*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*” is heard along with thunderous boos as the machine lowers its load inside its claw above the hole. From within, a figure’s hand reaches out from it and onto the edge to pull themselves out… AND ITS- Steven: IT’S THE OTHER DAMN MISTERIO! SON OF A- Iron Mike: EY-ER-A BIIIITCH!!! The fifth Misterio crawls out and waves to Krychek who throws the switch and allows all of the dirt in the machine’s claw to fall into the hole… burying Drake Love… alive. The crowd goes quiet as the door to the machine swings open and Krychek falls out to the fifth Misterio helping him back up. The crowd finally finds itself booing again at Krychek, some fans throwing their garbage at Krychek and the fifth unidentified Misterio holding him up. Steven: WAI-… WHA-… What… happened to Drake!? Iron Mike: He lost the match… Matt Gooding: Here is your winner… RURIK! KRYCHEK!!! With Krychek giddy with himself, he celebrates his victor by giveing the crowd the "Up Yours!" hand jesture. As he laughs The crowd boo's continously, until all the lights in the arena beign to dim once again! Steven: Oh no! It's him again! Iron Mike: Here comes the Reaper! Just as Iron Mike finishes his sentence, the archway turns a dark blue as smoke begins spilling out from backstage, and out onto the stage walks The Grim Reaper! Behind him, he drags a body bag, his Scythe is firmly strapped to his back as he carrys an already dirt encrusted shovel in his hand. He approaches Drake Loves resting place, turns the shovel downward and spikes the blade into the dirt, LIGHTNING STRIKES! And the entire arena Echos loudly! Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL!!! That shit was loud! Steven: The Reaper is digging up Drake's body! Looks like he's going to be here a while though! Iron Mike: Don't Fear the Reaper Stevie! We'll be right back folks with more Halloween Action! 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| Channel 81 | Dec 11 2007, 04:30 PM Post #4 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Matt Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is the sixth match of the second round of the round robin matches for the Action Wrestling League Tag Team Championships and will be a Lucifer Cage Match! "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 the mechanic and the disco king. Joe and Sammy both high five various fans as they make their way down to the ring, climbing up opposite turnbuckles to play up to the crowd. Matt Gooding: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 461 pounds, the team of Joe Daye and "Sexy" Sammy Night...DAYE AND NIGHT!!! "Other World" by Nobuo Uematsu hits the PA as the lights begin to dance various colors. R.H.I.N.O. and the Green Goblin are the next two out from the back, Ivan and Black Mage wearing their respective costumes for tonight's show. Black Mage argues with the fans whilst Ivan keeps a watchful eye on Daye & Night until they reach the ring. Matt Gooding: And their opponents, at a combined weight of pounds, the representing the L33t...IVAN RURIK AND BLACK MAGE!!! The four men look at the ominous enclosed cage structure that looms above them as it is slowly lowered down around them. Once locked into place so it doesn't move, and there's no chance of escaping, Joe and Sammy quickly converse as to who's going to take on who. After several seconds, and a few quick games of "Rock, Paper, Scissors," Joe gives off a look that says "You ass," probably meaning that he lost the "game" and now has to be the one to fight Ivan whilst Sammy gets to face Black Mage. Steven Travis: Well, assuming Joe hasn't done his homework, and knowing how lazy he is, he probably hasn't, he's pretty much screwed over in this match. Iron Mike: Pfft...Sammy'll pin Black Mage and we can get this match over with with new tag team champions. The referee signals for the bell and Sammy quickly goes after Black Mage, who easily dodges anything and everything that Sammy tries to get ahold of Black Mage. Eventually, Sammy is able to get ahold of BM by the back of his Green Goblin hood. Sammy laughs as BM struggles to get away, only for Sammy to turn him around and attempt a short arm clothesline. BM ducks under the clothesline, and Sammy turns around and looks to grab BM in a front facelock, only for BM to dive in between Sammy's legs. Sammy turns around, and BM jumps up onto Sammy's shoulders, spins around, and hits a hurricanrana to take Sammy off his feet for a second as BM goes to try a running manuever on Sammy, only for Sammy to pull a low dropkick to the knees out of nowhere. BM rolls around some, trying to keep his leg pain as minimal as possible. Iron Mike: Nice low dropkick from Sammy Night takes Black Mage off his feet. Steven Travis: Gah! His trick knee! Joe, on the other hand, hesitates going after Ivan, whilst Ivan sits there and eggs Joe on. Eventaully, Joe gets his nerves together and walks right up to Ivan and punches him in the gut, but Ivan doesn't even flinch. Joe punches Ivan several more times in the gut only to get a slightly evil chuckle out of the man in gray spandex. Seeing that his plan isn't exactly working out, Joe, for some strage and idiotic reason, thinks a slap to the face is going to help him. But alas, all this does is anger the 6'9" man. Joe's face is now that of one who realizes he's pissed off a bear and is backed ino the corner by the Russian. Joe looks for an escape plan, but every direction he picks always ends him back into the corner as Ivan is able to stop him and toss him back into the corner everytime. Ivan slaps his chest as he screams in Russian at Joe, probably telling Joe to suprise him. Steven Travis: Yeah...Like Joe can take on Ivan by himself. Joe'll probably give himself a hernia just trying to LIFT Ivan before he gets any sort of advantage. Iron Mike: That may be, but Sammy's starting to get to his feet. Joe gets a slight smirk on his face as he nods at Ivan and waves goodbye. Ivan is now slightly confused, only for Sammy to jump off the ropes and hook Ivan's legs for a modified sunset pin attempt. Sammy struggles to take Ivan off his feet, and Joe realizes it's going to need to be a joint effort to take the monster of a man down. Joe turns towards the turnbuckle as we see Ivan punch Sammy right in the jaw. Joe jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and springs off, only to be caught mid-air by Ivan. Ivan holds onto Joe for several seconds before tossing him overhead onto Sammy. Sammy and Joe are both rolling on the ground, holding various aching body parts. Ivan grabs BM and pulls him on top of Sammy, then puts his foot on Joe. The referee makes the count. [align=center]One... Double Kickout![/align] Iron Mike: The Double Pin attempt failed! Steven Travis: Well, there goes my $50... Ivan cracks his neck as a slight sadistic smirk comes on his face. He knows that he gets to inflict more pain, and decides that Sammy's going to be his next victim. Ivan picks Sammy up to his feet and pulls Sammy in for a short arm clothesline for good measure before grabbing Sammy by his hair and sending him head first into the cage wall. Sammy, on the other hand, senses the steel and is able to stop himself with his foot before any damage is done. Ivan charges at Sammy, and Sammy hits a drop toe hold, sending Ivan face first into the cage. Ivan hangs with his face in the steel and his arms drapped over the middle rope, until we see the now standing Joe Daye run with a dropkick to the back of Ivan's head. Iron Mike: And Ivan's now going to be tasting colors for a week. Steven Travis: That doesn't even make se- Iron Mike: I'd shut up before I make YOU taste colors for a week. Both Sammy and Joe shake off the cobwebs that may still be present whilst they get a quick breather. Black Mage is now back to his feet, and for some stupid reason, thinks he can take on both members of Daye & Night by himself. Black Mage suddenly chucks a fireball at Sammy, begins to get in a fist fight with Joe, where he is quickly back body dropped to the mat. Joe goes for a cover of his own. [align=center]One... Tw-Kickout![/align] Sammy picks up Black Mage and puts him over his shoulder and points at the cage wall. Sammy looks to ram BM head first into the cage wall, but BM is able to wriggle free and dropkick Sammy, causing Sammy to taste the metal. Joe looks for a front face lock, but Black Mage quickly rolls him up with a small package. [align=center]One... Tw-Kickout![/align] Joe and BM get to their feet at the same time, only for Joe to take BM out with a clotheline. Joe then picks up BM and grabs his hood and sends him into the cage wall and, whilst BM stumbles around, Joe rolls him up with a school boy pin. [align=center]One... Two... Kickout![/align] Steven Travis: And there's a few quick pins from both sides. Iron Mike: Speaking of which...As a pimp for the evening, i've got a couple of lovely ladies that'll give it to you from both sides. Steven Travis: But wouldn't that mean that you've go- Iron Mike: I don't discriminate, Steve-O, I just give you the "women" for your nightly druken mistakes. Joe, first up to his feet, walks right into a kick to the gut from Ivan. Ivan sets him up in a standing headscissors, then lifts him up into the air for the Russian Revolution, but instead of bringing him down into the middle of the ring, Ivan instead tosses him into the cage wall back first. Sammy is then seen jumping off of the top turnbuckle, but he is caught by Ivan, then slammed down into the mat with a powerslam. Ivan then goes back over to Joe, picks him up, and sets him in the corner. Ivan begins to pummel on Joe's back, and sets him up for what looks to be a modified version of his Russian Revolution, but Sammy comes out of nowhere with a hard dropkick to Ivan's back. Ivan is just about out of it as we see Sammy climb up the outside of the turnbuckle, stand on Joe's back, hook Ivan's arms and hits the Night Fall into the center of the ring on Ivan. Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL! Steven Travis: That was a top rope Night Fall off of Joe's back! Iron Mike: And Ivan's out cold! Both men look to be out cold, but we then see Joe sitting on the top rope, who slowly realizes that Ivan is in perfect position. The crowd sees the position that Ivan and Joe are both in and begin cheering wildly. Joe takes a few seconds to realign himself and leaps off the top turnbuckle with the Better Man. Steven Travis: BETTER MAN! Iron Mike: BLOODY FUCKING HELL THAT WAS AN AMAZING MOVE! [align=center]One... Two... Thr-Save by Black Mage![/align] Black Mage and Sammy start to exchange rights as they slowly fight their way up to their feet. Sammy begins to get the upper hand, and whips Black Mage into the ropes. Sammy ducks down for a back body drop attempt, but Black Mage senses this and connects with a Tornado DDT. Black Mage signals that he's going to end the match now and starts to climb up the nearest turnbuckle. Black Mage gets his balance and looks to be ready to jump off, only to make a wish as Joe stumbles over to the ropes, knocking Black Mage off balance and landing groin first on the top turnbuckle. Iron Mike: And The Green Goblin just lost his Pumpkin Bombs! Steven Travis: God, I hate these puns... Joe slowly makes his way over to where Black Mage is still singing alto, smacks him across the head, then climbs up the turnbuckle with him. Joe switches positions with Black Mage, sets his head between his legs, then jumps over head with the One Hit Wonder. Iron Mike: ONE HIT WONDER! Steven Travis: BLOODY HELL! Iron Mike: THAT'S MY LINE, ASSHOLE! All four men are now down in the ring for almost a good minute, but Joe and Ivan are the first two men up to their feet. Ivan sees the standing Joe Daye and charges. Out of instinct, Joe ducks under an oncoming Ivan Rurik Big Boot attempt. Ivan turns around and gets a grease rag to the face. Joe then dropkicks him into the corner, then picks up Black Mage, and sends him into Ivan's misdesction. Black Mage stumbles around some and walks right into a kick to the midsection from Joe, who follows it up with the Negative Creep. Instead of going for a pin, Joe goes towards the nearest corner for the Better Man, but when Joe is ready to jump off, Ivan comes out of nowhere with a big boot, nearly taking Joe's head off in the process. Iron Mike: BLOODY HELL! Steven Travis: Joe's gonna taste colors now, isn't he Mike!? Iron Mike: Yes, but more because of the Mary Jane he had earlier in the night. Who coincidentally is one of my women of the night... Ivan, seeing the carnage he's practially single handedly caused, picks up BM in an overhead press and drops him onto Joe Daye. Sammy is seen stirring in the corner as Ivan picks up Joe, yells something in his face, and locks in the Unholy Alliance. Joe screams in pain as he tries to struggle to get free, or at least touch the ground with his feet for leverage, and looks like he's about to tap out. But seconds before that happens, we see Sammy sprint across the ring, jump onto the middle rope, and springboard back towards Ivan with an extended leg, kicking Ivan square in the jaw. This knocks Ivan off his guard as Ivan stumbles backwards, allowing Joe to plant his feet, and use what strength he has left to pull Ivan into a backslide pin. Sammy, not wanting to let Ivan up, grabs Ivan's legs and flips over for a backslide pin, jacknife pin combination. The referee looks bewildered at the combination pin, but quickly snaps out of it and counts the pin attempt. [align=center]One... Two... THREE![/align] Iron Mike: THEY DID IT! DAYE AND NIGHT DEFEATED THE L33T! Steven Travis: DAMNIT! Krychek isn't going to be happy about this...Especially with Ivan, cause this is his second loss of the evening. Matt Gooding: And here are your winners and NEW Action Wrestling League Tag Team Champions...Joe Daye and Sammy Night...DAYE AND NIGHT!!! Suddenly, the lights begin to dim again. the Grim Reaper is one again seen coming to the ring to claim the defeated bodies of Black Mage and Ivan Rurik. Steven Travis: Somebody needs to stop this! Iron Mike: Okay, Steven, get your ass in there and save them! Steven Travis: Fuck no, this is a rental costume... With little to no effort whatsoever, the Grim Reaper claims his latest acqusitions as he places them in bodybags and drags them out of the ring and up the ramp. Steven Travis: I wonder where he takes them. Iron Mike: ... Steven Travis: What? It's a valid question! The Grim Reaper comes, claims his victims, then leaves...But where the hell does the Grim Reaper take his victims? Iron Mike: I'm not even going to dignify that stupid question with an answer... Steven Travis: Maybe he's taking them to the indisclosed location that Mr Reign is currently taking Travis Bane for his match? Iron Mike: Was that a segway? Steven Travis: Pfft...Like William Reign and Travis Bane can BOTH fit on a segway... Iron Mike: *PIMP SMACK!* [align=center]----------------------------------------[/align] |
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| Channel 81 | Dec 11 2007, 04:36 PM Post #5 |
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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Travis Bane: “Where in the bloody ‘ell are we going?” - Said Travis Bane as he sat in the back seat of an AWL Shuttle Bus as it rounded the corner of a Las Vegas street. William Reign: “Would you PLEASE stop asking questions? My associates and I are escorting you to your title defense.” Travis Bane: “But we were already at the Thomas and Mack Center, just where in the blue hell are you taking me?” William Reign rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and sighs… William Reign: “… The match is being held at a remote location, it is not important where exactly, all that matters is that you just shut up, put your costume on, and wrestle.” William pushes a cardboard box towards Bane as he says the word “Costume.” Bane takes the box and flips open the lid really arrogantly, his eyes bulge, Travis Bane: “What kind of buggary is this? If you’re taking the piss with me, you best be holding your horses right there, granddad. I am NOT wearing this-this-this abomination!” William Reign: “It’s ALL that was left in the stores Travis! My God! What man waits until the very last minute to pick out his costume, especially when he KNOWS he’s going to need one.” Travis Bane: “Do you want to remind me exactly why I’m required to wear this idiotic tapestry?” Again, William groans and rubs the bridge of his nose. William Reign: “… It was never my idea… Sparrows, the old man up stairs came down with the idea… He stated at a press conference that any and all superstars that appear on the pay per view would be required to wear costumes in regards to the Halloween season. Any and all stars, including champions, who do not appear in costume, will forfeit their match as well as any titles they hold… Since you waited until the last possible minute, that is all that I could find for you.” Bane peered inside the box. Travis Bane: “… It’s just so… so…” William Reign: “Put the damn costume on Bane, we’re almost there.” Travis shakes his head, swallows his British pride and pulls the brightly colored costume out of the box. Travis Bane: “The Queen Mum’s rolling over in her grave because of this.” William Reign: “Just put it on.” Travis removes his Bane 3:16 t-shirt and pulls the brightly colored jumpsuit over his boots and shorts, and slips his arms in the sleeves. As he buttons the buttons, we see that he is wearing what looks like a flamboyantly baggy clown outfit, complete with puffballs and colored like the British Flag. The camera travels over the Reign who is covering his mouth and trying to stifle the laughter that’s building inside his gut. Travis buttons the last button and looks over at Reign. Travis Bane: “How do I look?” With a smile, Reign answers: William Reign: “Smashing!” Reign hands Travis a small red ball with an elastic string connected to it. Travis Bane: “What is this?” William Reign: “It’s your nose, your rubber clown nose.” Travis Bane: “I am not wearing that!” William Reign: “Put it on or you’re fired!” With a grumble Bane snatches the rubber nose and snaps it over his face, looking annoyed he turns back to Reign who has already handed him another object, a small red, white, and blue child-sized cowboy hat. Travis Bane: “Now THAT is where I draw the line!” William Reign: “Champions don’t half-ass it Bane! It’s all or nothing!” Bane looks so sad as if he were about to puke. He takes the hat and puts it on. Suddenly Reign grabs hold of him and begins drawing on his face with a magic marker! Travis Bane: “Help I’m being bloody accosted!” William Reign: “Quiet! You’re going to make me mess up, a clown has to have makeup!” When Reign sits back, we get a nice shot of Bane and his new makeup. He has big eyelashes, a tragically exaggerated smile, and what appears to be the word “WANKER” written on his forehead. Travis Bane: “How do I look now?” William smiles big, William Reign: “You look absolutely fantastic Bane, very handsome.” For some (obvious) reason, Bane felt a little piece of himself die inside as he looked down at his Hardcore Championship that lay by his feet in front of him. William Reign: “… So… are you ready for your match?” Travis Bane: “… is anyone ever ready for one of these god awful garbage matches? I don’t even know who my bloody opponent is for this thing.” William Reign: “So you’re saying you aren’t pumped?” Travis Bane: “No, I’m ‘pumped’ as you say.” William Reign: “I said, ARE YOU PUMPED SOLDIER?” Travis Bane: “Uh- YES! YES I AM PUMPED!” William Reign: “GOOD, because we’re here! GO GET EM’” Suddenly, Reign flung open the sliding door to the shuttle bus and pushed the clown-clad Travis Bane from the speeding bus, Travis Bane: “AHHHHHHH!!!” Bane hit the ground hard and barrel rolled into a dusty ditch, sand sprayed every which way as he finally stopped in a heap on the side of the road. William Reign yelled one final thing before the shuttle bus drove out of sight, William Reign: “REMEMBER TRAVIS, FALLS ONLY COUNT AT THE ARENA!” Travis coughed and coughed as if he were about to hack up a lung. He got to his knees and he wiped off his arms, the road and sand had nicked and scraped his flesh up a bit, he mumbled something about “Bloody Politicians” as he staggered to a standing position before turning around to inspect his surroundings. He stands along a long row of black iron fencing that leads up to a big gate, above the gate a large sign reads “Eden Vale Cemetery.” Travis Bane: “… Oh… Shit…” And just then, all of a sudden, the gate, which was currently the resting spot of a family of Ravens with red beady eyes, opened all by itself with a loud screech… Travis Bane: “… No way… screw this…” Just then, Bane heard a noise coming from behind him; he turned around to see only shadows… nothing... Bane hurried inside the Cemetery and shut the gate behind him, just in time for the nothing to do just that…nothing, as opposed to ripping him a new one…. Bane breathes a sigh of relief as we hear 2 voices – Steven Travis: “Hello Wrestling Fans, Steven Travis here joining you for our main event this evening along with my color commentator The Iron Man, ‘Iron’ Mike Sisco. What’s your take on this Mike?” Iron Mike: “Well, judging from everything we’ve seen here tonight already, obviously the laws of physics and everything anyone could consider ‘Normal’ have been thrown out the damn window tonight. We’re all trapped in a Horror Movie right now, and Mister Bane there just made one of the dumbest damn decisions anyone could make in a horror film. I’m somewhat of a Horror Movie Connoisseur.” Steven Travis: “A Connoisseur eh?” Iron Mike: “An EXPERT, Stevie.” Steven Travis: “I know what it means!” Iron Mike: “Even so, chances are you would have just made the same mistake wonder boy just did.” As the duo continue to talk over Horror movie trivia, Bane turns and walks away from the gate as one of the Ravens squawks at him. There is an odd smoky mist that covers the ground all around him, with several freshly dug graves scattered all over. Bane shivers as he walks past a set of stone angels on some of the graves, their eyes seem to watch him as every step he takes. Steven Travis: “What do you mean?” Iron Mike: “In the real world, people go to cemeteries after they die. In a horror movie, people go to cemeteries moments BEFORE they die. Boneyards are the hubs of just about every horror subgenera because cemeteries stir the creepiest nooks of our imagination. They’re the place where our comfy little lives end and the long winter of death begins. And sooner or later, screenwriters will steer you towards one. If you’re any kind of a horror movie survivalist, you’ll run at the first sign of an epitaph. However, if the plot has made it impossible to carry a shovel through the gates, don’t just fucking gallop inside, or you might end up staying a lot longer than you had planned!” Travis Bane creeps along in the dark, every step is more slowly than the one before it. Suddenly, we hear a twig snap, and Bane stops dead in his tracks! Steven Travis: “RUN! RUN YOU IDIOT RUN!” Iron Mike: “No use in doing that now, he fucked himself the moment he stepped foot inside. If he were to run now, he’d get killed rather quickly.” Bane takes another step towards the sound, which came from behind a large statue of Jesus Christ. Iron Mike: “Well, here are 2 more rules this dumbass has broken.” Steven Travis: “What’s that Mike?” Iron Mike: “Well, rule number one, if you’re in a horror movie, particularly a slasher flick, when you hear a spooky noise, you never, ever, ever, EVER, go to investigate it. 2nd thing is this Statue of Jesus here.” Steven Travis: “What do you mean? What’s wrong with Jesus?” The camera focuses on the statue of Jesus, its eyes are open, sending a dreadful stare straight at the camera. Iron Mike: “See! Right there! Directors love cutting to ‘Creepy-Pupils Jesus’ to build dramatic tension. Don’t hand them an invitation.” Bane creeps closer and closer towards where the sound came from. And then… … Suddenly… “MEOW!” Out jumped a black cat! Steven Travis: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Iron Mike: “Oh damn! Bane is fucked! He’s FUCKED!” After Steve Travis regains his composure while Bane picks the black cat up into his arms, Steve asks Steven Travis: “My-My-God… Why’s he screwed?” Iron Mike: “Well aside from the Cemetery rule to never stand in, on, above, below, beside, or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum, or other domicile of the dead, our boy here has just inspected a noise that turned out to be a cat, not just any cat, but a black cat, a black cat that’s bad luck, and has just crossed his path… He’s screwed… no doubt about it… he might as well write his last will and testament right now… not only that, he’s picked it up and claimed it. DO NOT keep pets such as cats, dogs, hamsters, or anything cuddly. If you must, do not let them out of your sight for as much as a second.” Just then, the cat heard a noise and jumped out of Banes arms and ran off. Iron Mike: “Man, the director must hate this guy.” Steven Travis: “What director?” Iron Mike: “Shut up and watch.” Bane suddenly hears the cat squall, and Bane immediately starts taking a few steps backward, Iron Mike: “Ok, here’s another mistake he’s making, something scary has just happened and now he’s backing away in a strange place and not watching where he’s going. 50% of the time the victim either backs into the killer, or a big inanimate object!” Suddenly Bane bumps something, shrieks and spins around to see that he had just backed into a tree!!! Steven Travis: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Iron Mike: “What did I tell you? Right about now though is when the killer would make his first appearance, everything is now at a level where everyone is still high strung, but also in a calm state of relief, perfect time to strike!” All of a sudden, just as Mike expected, Travis Bane tilted his head to the left just in time for a huge Machete to lodge itself into the tree by his head! Steven Travis: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! RUN!!! RUN YOU CRAZY WHITE BOY! RUN!!!” A very tall figure jolts into view wearing tattered moldy dark green clothing and a 1950s Styled Hockey Mask!!! The bigger man takes Bane down with a huge open palm strike to the chest, knocking him to the ground! Steven Travis: “AHHHHHHHHH!!! IT’S MICHAEL MYERS!!!” Suddenly we get a shot back in the Arena of Iron Mike backhanding Steven Travis out of his chair!!! Iron Mike: “NO IT’S NOT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! IT’S JASON VOORHEES!!! I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE CONFUSE THEM!!! It’s fucking SIMPLE people! Jason wears the Hockey Mask, Michael wears the white Captain Kirk mask from Star Trek!!!” Anywho, back on screen Bane lay on his back in shock, looking up at the near 7-Foot man who had knocked him on his ass with one punch. Jason grips the handle of his machete and jerks the blade out of the tree and slowly turns towards his prey… Travis… Bane! Steven Travis: “So Jason’s his opponent?” - Said a groggy Steve Travis with a swollen jaw, Iron Mike: “It appears so, and if that’s true, Bane is fucked six ways to Sunday.” Jason swings the machete high above his head, the moon backlit behind him like some fucked up Friday the 13th Bat-Signal, he swings the machete crashing down between Banes legs!!! Steven Travis: “AWW FUCK!!! HE CUT OFF HIS JUNK!!!” Iron Mike: “WAIT! NO HE DIDN’T!” Bane almost died of relief when the blade came a near inch away from his penis-and-friends!!! Finally, Bane uses this to his advantage, he draws back and stomps Jason in his knee and gets up and starts hauling ass!!! Iron Mike: “Oh man, he’s making ANOTHER mistake!” Steven Travis: “What now? We’ve been telling him to run from the beginning! What’s wrong with doing that now?” Iron Mike: “Well, before he didn’t have an S.S.T. chasing after him, that’s a Strong and Silent Type. SST’s often wear masks and coveralls to hide their disfigured or decaying flesh and never, ever speak (either for psychological reasons, or because their vocal chords have decomposed). And thanks to their freakishly large physiques, they can walk faster than humans can sprint. They also have no pain receptors, so they take being shot, stabbed, and dismembered in stride!” Bane rushes quickly through the cemetery back to the gate where this all started. As he gets to the gate, he finds that it’s been locked behind him, either by Jason himself, his wonderful boss William Reign, or by one of the cute little Ravens perched above! Bane jerks on the gate repeatedly, until he hears a noise behind him. He turns to see that Jason is following him; he’s merely a few yards away now! Bane says, “Fuck it!” and starts to climb the gate! He shoos away the Ravens as he nears the top, he throws a leg over just in time for Jason to kick the gate, causing Bane to fall and split his boys in two on top of the gate! Steven Travis: “AWWW!!! I felt that!” Iron Mike: “Did you?” Steven Travis: “No not really.” Suddenly Iron Mike punches Steven in the crotch, he spits out a garbled grunt, to which Mike replies: Iron Mike: “Now you have!” Bane falls off the top of the gate and hits the dirt on the other side. He favors his groin as he gasps for air. But hey, at least the gate is separating him from Jason right? Wrong. Jason kicks the gate a 2nd time, and then a 3rd, the 3rd time the gate’s lock breaks with violent force and the gates double doors swing open! Jason steps out of the cemetery and confronts Bane who has now gotten to a knee and has taken off in another wild run, zigzagging in random directions! Jason starts after Bane, his machete by his side, taking big steps along the way. As Bane runs in random directions, Jason walks in a simple straight line right down the road. As they enter the town of Las Vegas, for some odd reason the song “Nowhere to Run” by Martha and the Vandellas starts playing in true horror-movie fashion. [align=center]“Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide It's not love I'm running from It's the heartaches That I know will come 'Cause I know You're no good for me But you’ve become A part of me”[/align] Bane rounds a corner and hides in an alleyway but it’s no luck. Jason appears and grabs him by the shirt and flings him into a row of garbage cans, trash flying everywhere! Bane gets back up and throws a bag of trash at Jason, which hits Jason and does absolutely nothing but piss him off that much more. Bane takes off running again, tripping over his own feet as he staggers down the alleyway. [align=center]“Everywhere I go Your face I see Every step I take You take with me, yeah Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide I know you're No good for me But free of you I'll never be, no”[/align] Jason catches up to Bane easily and grabs him by the back of the neck, he jerks him backwards and hammers him across the throat with a mighty forearm, he whips him side ways and slams him shoulder first into a brick wall! Then, just as Bane is about to slump to the ground, Jason pulls him back to his feet and flings him out of the alleyway and crashing head first into the passenger window of a parked car!!! The car alarm siren goes off as the song continues to play: [align=center]“Each night as I sleep Into my heart you creep I wake up feeling sorry I met you Hoping soon that I'll forget you When I look in the mirror And comb my hair I see your face Just a-smiling there Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide”[/align] Jason pulls Bane’s bloody head out of the car and suddenly hoists his entire body into the air and sends him crashing down, power slamming him across the hood of the car! Jason hammers him across the chest with several big forearms! Jason turns him around sideways and again raises his machete in the air, he swings it down aiming fro Bane’s head, but again Bane manages to move just in time for the machete to cut into the thick fiberglass of the cars windshield! Bane slides off the car and runs off into the streets as Jason pulls hard trying to loosen the Machete from the glass. [align=center]“I know you're No good for me But you've become A part of me How can I fight a lover That's sugar sweet When it's so deep, so deep Deep inside of me My love reaches so high I can't get over it It's so wide I can't get around it, no”[/align] Bane runs past a group of people, he screams at them: Travis Bane: “HELP!! HELP ME!! THERE’S A GUY AFTER ME! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!!” The group just laughs at Bane, who, as a reminder, is dressed like a clown. One of the guys in the group, who just so happens to be dressed like a 70’s guy with a giant Afro, says: Afroman: “Relax baby, it’s Halloween, take a chill pill and let yo freak flag fly my brother!” Bane just looks at this white guy in ghetto-clad and looks disgusted, when suddenly Bane is knocked on his ass again as Jason comes into view and backhands him into the air with a wild backhanded punch! Afroman: “OH SHIT BABY! IT’S MIAMI VICE! RUN LIKE HELL!!!” The group of people scatters as Jason looks around at them in confusion. Bane gets to a knee and swings a big elbow that catches Jason in his lower mid section, Bane then takes off in another sprint, trying to escape his impending fate. [align=center]“Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide From you, baby Just can't get away No matter how I try I know you're no good for me But free of you I'll never be Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run Got nowhere to run”[/align] Bane is running as fast as he can but just can’t seem to run fast enough. Suddenly he’s caught by Jason from behind and thrown head first through a department store window! On further inspection we can see that it’s a Radio Shack. Jason reaches inside, lifts a 32-inch TV over his head and smashes it down over Bane’s back! Bane crumbles quickly to the ground, but doesn’t have any time to recover as Jason grips the poor boy by the wrist, jerks him to his feet and swings him around in a circle letting go! Bane soars through the window of the radio shack and smashes sideways into a rack of Televisions and Stereos!!! With the alarm in the store raising hell, Jason steps through the broken window kicking glass and mini-TV’s out of his way. He takes a look around, inspecting the carnage he has caused. Broken TV’s lay everywhere, a red security light flickers overhead as Jason wades through the trashed electronics, Travis Bane however is nowhere to be seen... Suddenly: “Backstreet's back, alright!” Jason’s head snaps quickly to the left, sitting on the floor is a boom box, which suddenly began playing a Backstreet Boys song. Jason takes a slow step towards the boom box. He slowly walks up to it as it spits out the lyrics, [align=center]"Everybody Yeah, Rock your body, Yeah, Everybody, Rock your body right, Backstreet's back, Alright Alright!!!" CRUNCH!!![/align] Jason violently stomps, crushing the boom box with his massive foot, silencing those boy-band bastards once and for all! He draws back and kicks the now dead boom box across the room, sending it smashing into a glass case filled with Apple I-Phones! Iron Mike: “Now would be a good time for the hero to make his sudden appearance.” Jason stands there in the room of broken carnage, scanning through everything, which lay around him… Suddenly, SMASH!!! Travis Bane rounds the corner with a large TV in hand, smashing the screen over Jason’s head! Sparks fly every which way as Jason twists and jerks violently! He staggers to the right and crashes into a case of lap top computers, electricity spitting out from around his neck! Finally, with a loud pop, Jason tilts and collapses to the ground, the TV falls off his shoulders as Jason lies there in a heap, his head now scorched from the electrical shock!!! Steven Travis: “JESUS H. CHRIST!!!” Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL WHAT AN ATTACK!!!” Travis Bane stands there breathing heavy, he gulps and tares off the cowboy hat which William Reign made him wear and throws it aside, he mumbles to himself, Travis Bane: “Bloody Rubbish…” His eyes travel back to Jason’s body, which lay there lifeless. Travis Bane: “Not so tough now are you? Toe Rag!” Bane stumbles amongst the wreckage of the store and pushes broken electronics out of his way with his feet as he approaches Jason’s prone body. Iron Mike: “He’s making a mistake! Have you ever been in a theater when the girl in the movie hears a strange noise and decides to see where it’s coming from? Notice how everyone in the audience starts tensing up as she climbs the stairs? That’s because they know one of the basic horror movie equations.” Steven Travis: “Even I know this one! Investigation Equals Mutilation!” Iron Mike: “That’s right Stevie, you know you’re about to bite it when your character says something like ‘Do you think it’s dead?’ No bitch! Go ahead and poke it with a stick! We want to watch it grab your arm and bite half your face off!” Travis Bane steps up to Jason’s body and nudges his arm with his foot, Jason’s arm falls limp. Travis sighs with relief… Suddenly Jason comes to life and grabs Bane by an ankle! Bane almost shits himself with fear as he starts pulling away violently from his attacker! Bane makes a last ditch attempt at escaping and boots the hockey mask-wearing psycho in the face and makes a break for it! Bane jumps out the window like a track star jumping a hurdle! Jason quickly collects himself, his machete, and shakes off the effects the TV left on him. He stands, and instead of leaving via the window, Jason kicks through the glass door of the shop, sending a mist of glass raining into the street as he catches a glimpse of Bane running down the street and into a very populated area. Jason takes several deep breaths, his chest heaves in and out, and he then picks up the pursuit instantly. The camera quickly switches back to Travis Bane who’s running down the street, darting through crowds of people heading into Casino’s, Strip Clubs, Vegas Show Rooms, and Bars. As he passes by a group of people, the camera turns back to see Jason plowing through the crowd like a battering ram, knocking people out of his way as he makes a B-Line for Travis Bane. As Jason rampages through the crowd of people looking to make it big here in Vegas, he comes to a small Newspaper Vending Machine and kicks it over with a mighty thrust of his large boot. Bane sees Jason gunning for him, and rushes inside a Hotel/Casino called “Hooters Casino Hotel” With Hooters Girls walking around with skimpy shirts and Buffalo wings, Bane rushes inside knocking a large platter out of one of the girls’ hands. As she screams “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!” Jason kicks through the glass revolving door and punches a Bouncer in the mouth knocking him on his ass! Bane thinks quickly and picks up the large platter that dropped, he runs over to Jason who is still caught up in the revolving door and bashes him over the head with the metal serving platter, Buffalo Sauce splatters everywhere! Steven Travis: “What the hell man?!?! Why’re they fighting in a Hooters Hotel and Casino?!?” Iron Mike: “Dude, you can’t have a slasher movie without chicks with big tits! What the hell’s wrong with you?” Bane draws back a 2nd time and dents the platter over Jason’s masked head! He hits him a 3rd time! And a 4th! Jason drops down to a knee as Bane puts his shoulder into the revolving door, squashing Jason’s chest and throat in the process! Bane unloads a thick boot to the skull as Jason struggles to get back up! Suddenly Jason grabs hold of Bane’s ankle and pulls his feet out from under him, sending him flipping onto his back! Jason gets to his feet and tries to pull his leg loose from the door but a large jagged piece of glass holds his pants and leg in place! Jason hacks away at the glass with his machete, sending glass in all directions. Once he removes his leg from the doorway he enters the Casino and grips Bane by the collar! |
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| MrJensen | Dec 11 2007, 10:35 PM Post #6 |
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OBEY THE HYPNOTOAD!
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In a mighty show of strength, Jason lifts Bane from the ground with one hand! He flings Bane around in a circle and sends him flying through the air, smashing into a Blackjack table! The Blackjack Dealer halls ass as Bane collides with the table, chips and cards go flying everywhere as Bane gasps for air! Jason comes from behind, grips Bane by the head and smashes him face first into the green Baize Felt material covering the table, leaving it red and blood splattered as we literally see a tooth fly from Banes mouth!! Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL! There go the Teeth!” Jason begins clubbing Bane across the back as he has him bent over the table! After about 4 vicious shots, Jason takes his machete and GRINDS the razor sharp blade into Banes forehead!!! Steven Travis: “MY GOD!! Look at the blood just spewing out of his face!” Iron Mike: “It’s like a goddamn fountain!” Jason lifts Bane off the blackjack table and presses him in the air! He rushes quickly and sends him soaring, crashing into a Craps table, sending people scattering! Bane lay there helpless on heaps of chips and dice and Jason ascended the table. He lifts Bane into a standing position and places his head between his legs! Jason hoists Bane upwards and sends him headfirst back onto the table with an absolutely VICIOUS Piledriver!!! Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL!!! Did you just see that?!!?” Steven Travis: “I sure as hell did! Look at the big bloody spot his head left on the table!” With Bane out like a light, Jason drags him off of the table by way of just his hair, leaving a trail of blood from the large spot in the center of the table, all the way to its edge. Jason drags Bane across the floor towards a Roulette Wheel! Jason uses his mighty strength to spin the wheel as fast as it could possibly go; He then slams Bane’s bare face into the Wheel, filling the wheel with Banes raw rancid blood, splattering it everywhere! Iron Mike: “JESUS CHRIST! IT’S A BLOOD BATH DOWN THERE!!!” With Bane bleeding profusely from the head. Jason lifts the lifeless Bane up again and marches him down an isle of game machines! Jason Grips Bane by the collar and hair and smashes his head completely THROUGH a Pachinko machine! Iron Mike: “OH MY GOD! I thought those were only in Japan!” Jason pulls Bane’s bloodied skull out from the sparking game machine and sends him flying backwards cracking the back of his head against a Wizards Fruit Slot Machine!!! Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL!!!” Steven Travis: “WAIT-WAIT!!! … Cherry… Cherry… Cherry! …. Cherry!!…. CHERRY!!!” Iron Mike: “JACK POT!!!” Small little lights start flickering and we hear a loud whistle sound as a huge amount of coins start spilling from the machine, hitting Bane’s bloody face & head like a waterfall of pain! Bane musters up enough strength to get to a knee, as he standing up Jason swings his heavy machete down finally slicing into Bane’s flesh! Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL!!!” Steven Travis: “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!” The machete sliced through the back of Banes costume opening a 6 inch gash in his back, blood sprays everywhere as Bane screams for his life!!! Travis scrambles away from Jason on his knees. He grunts while screaming and squirming as blood continues to pour down his back. Jason reaches up above him and jerks down a stream of flashing lights overhead. With sparks spitting out of the wires, Jason lunges forward wrapping the light cord around Bane’s throat. He wraps it and wraps it and jerks up with a sickening snap, causing Bane to convulse uncontrollably as blood now dribbles out of his mouth as he turns a dark shade of purple! Jason sends a frying pan sized fist into the back of Bane’s head as he pulls quickly and begins dragging Bane through the Casino towards the back door Exit’s. As Jason reaches the exit, another Bouncer runs up, this one with a nightstick. Bouncer: “Take this you sick fucker!” The Bouncer cracks Jason across the back of the head, knocking him forward into the wall. Jason slowly stands and turns facing the Bouncer, who stands there, mouth agape. Jason instantly slaps on a chokehold, and lifts the Bouncer up off if the floor with only one hand! The Bouncer’s feet dangle off the floor; he kicks wildly and slaps Jason with the nightstick to no avail. Jason turns and sends the Bouncer flying into a fixture of stacked champagne glasses! Iron Mike: “He’ll be feeling that in the morning!” Jason returns his grip to the cord of lights around Bane’s throat. He turns and boots the exit door open, which triggers an alarm. Jason then proceeds to drag Bane outside into the back alleyway! The camera switches outside where we see Jason dragging Bane’s body through the alleyway and into the next street, which just so happens to be right in front of the Thomas and Mack Center! Iron Mike: “Well, it finally looks like they’re coming our way Stevie!” Steven Travis: “Somebody’s going to die tonight aren’t they Mike?” Iron Mike: “If we’re lucky!” As Jason drags Bane through the street, the rugged asphalt rips and scrapes Bane’s already tattered and bruised flesh all to bits. He gasps for air and jerks violently in fear as a car comes speeding towards him and Jason! The car slams on its brakes just in time for Bane to nearly piss himself. The driver sticks his head out the window and screams, Driver: “HEY! GET OUT OF THE ROAD!” Jason’s head snaps to the right at the Driver. With one sarcastic motion, Jason jerks Bane to his feet using the cord of lights, he suddenly lifts Bane overhead and body slams him onto the windshield of the Drivers car! Driver: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The Driver slams his foot on the gas and speeds off with Bane still on the hood of the car, yet Jason’s deadly grip on the cord of lights drags Bane’s body off the car as it speeds away! Bane hits the ground hard as the cars taillights disappear in the night. Jason reaches down with his mighty hand, gripping Bane by the back of his neck. Her jerks him upward and proceeds to escort him to the entrance of the Thomas and Mack Center. The camera gets a nice shot of the inside lobby when suddenly Travis Bane comes flying through the window! With security keeping everyone back, Jason steps through the window menacingly. Bane slowly crawls away from the bloody wreckage that is himself as Jason takes a step or two towards him. He crawls helplessly as Jason once again grips him by the collar, jerks him upwards and sends him sprawling towards the stage area! Steven Travis: “They’re finally coming our way Iron Mike!” Iron Mike: “It’s about damn time if you ask me!” As Jason drags Banes near lifeless body into the arena, fans go wild as Jason sends him tumbling down the runway! Iron Mike: “We’re in the heart of Jason country Stevie! These bloodthirsty fans can’t get enough of this brutalized beating he’s been giving Bane all night!” Travis gets to his knees as Jason approaches him, Machete drawn, ready to strike again at any given moment. With the blade raised, Bane finally fights back; he drives an elbow into Jason’s knee! Bane stumbles to get to his feet, and when he does he sends a last ditch uppercut connecting flush with Jason’s mask! Jason staggers back as he and Bane start to slug it out at ringside, and Jason tries to shoot Bane into the guardrail, but Bane reverses it, sending Jason into it instead. Iron Mike: “Wow, looks like our British Heroine has gown himself a pair of nuts! If he’s just now starting to fight back, not only is he crazy, he is also an idiot!” Bane drags Jason up and pulls him forward, and then levels him. Steven Travis: “Clothesline!! That nearly decapitated Jason!!” Bane drags Jason up, and takes him over to the ramp, and then shoots him into the steel steps. [align=center]THUNK!!![/align] The steps become dislodged upon impact. Bane picks up the top part of the step, and then lifts it high above his own head, before dropping it on Jason’s midsection. [align=center]THUNK!!![/align] Steven Travis: “Good god!!” Iron Mike: “Bane seems to be in the mood for Cracked Rib tonight. I wonder if Jason has any to give him.” Steven Travis: “After that, he probably does.” Jason rolls around on the floor, clutching his midsection, Bane drags him up, and takes him over to the ramp. Once there, Jason begins fighting back with punches to the midsection, but Bane cuts him off with a clubbing forearm. Bane then puts his shoulder into Jason’s stomach and Spine Busts him on the ramp. [align=center]BAM!![/align] Bane drags Jason up. He then takes Jason back to ringside and tosses him into the timekeepers table, nearly knocking over Matthew Gooding and everyone else in the process. Bane goes to pick Jason back up, Jason surprises Bane with a stiff uppercut to the jaw however, which surprises the fans and gets them to pop. Steven Travis: “Oh what a shot!! Bane was staggered there.” Jason picks up a steel chair, and charges at a staggering Bane with it, looking to ram him with it. But Bane catches the chair, and uses Jason’s own momentum to toss him to the ground. Steven Travis: “Good power display by Bane.” Jason gets up, but Bane hits him directly in the forehead with the chair. [align=center]CRACK!!!![/align] Steven Travis: “My goodness!! Jason had his brains scrambled there, and he is BUSTED OPEN to BOOT!! Good god!!” As Jason staggers backward into the guardrail from the shot we see a large mass of blood flowing from under his mask, down his neck and through the eye holes of his mask, the chair shot did indeed bust him wise open! Steven Travis: “SEE!!! SEE!!! He busted him open! Bane managed to Bust him open! He made him BLEED! He HURT him! He’s NOT a Machine! He’s a MAN!” Bane slides into the ring, raises the chair into the air, and taunts the crowd, who in turn boos him. Jason slowly stands up from the guardrail. Iron Mike: “Stay on him, Bane!! Don’t give him time to rest!! Hey wait a minute...” Steven Travis: “Good lord... a fan in the front row just sacrificed his own seat, as he just gave his chair to Jason!! I feel like I am watching a match that’s taking place in THAT federation, inside their small bingo hall!!” Iron Mike: “I sense a skull cracker coming up Stevie!” Steven Travis: “Hey, wait a minute, why are all these fans cheering for Jason?” Iron Mike: “People always cheer the Villains in Horror Movies Stevie! What rock have you been living under?” Steven Travis: “I don’t get out much.” Jason moves to the ring apron, and ducks down low. Bane sees him, and goes towards him. He reaches out, but gets a steel chair across the face for his troubles. [align=center]CRACK!!![/align] Steven Travis: “Jason mounting a comeback!!” Jason slides into the ring, and the crowd is going nuts. Jason is all over Bane with knees and stiff kicks to the head, before slamming the chair down, and DDTing Bane onto it. But instead of pinning Bane, he turns him over, and places him in a cross face. Bane screams in pain, but lets go before Referee Bret Maxwell who has just now joined the match can check on a submission. He then drags Bane up and tosses him outside of the ring. Jason then runs towards the ropes and leaps up, and lands on Bane with a suicide dive to the outside!!! [align=center]Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”[/align] But instead of going for a cover, he looks underneath the ring, and pulls out a bag. The buzz in the arena is getting thicker. Jason goes back into the ring, and opens the bag, and spills thumbtacks all over the ring! Steven Travis: “Oh my GOD!!” Jason pulls Bane into the ring, but Bane low blows Jason, and then lifts the big man into the air and sloppily power bombs Jason onto the tacks!! Steven Travis: “OH MY GOD!!!” [align=center]Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”[/align] Jason grunts in pain as he rolls around the mat. But instead of pinning him, Bane drags Jason around the ring and to the apron, before kicking him out of the ring. Bane then follows him out. Steven Travis: “Bane has Jason, and he’s not pinning him!!” Iron Mike: “He thinks he has it won, Stevie.” Bane goes over to the Spanish announcers table and moves everything out of the way, including monitors. Steven Travis: “Bane is prepping that table to do some serious damage to Jason here.” As Bane is doing that, Jason gets up and is crawling into the ring. Once there, he reaches for the chair. Bane drags him back to the outside by the ankle, and Jason hits him in the head with the chair. [align=center]CRACK!!![/align] Bane is staggered, and he goes backwards into the table. Jason places the chair on the table, and sets Bane up for a suplex. Steven Travis: “There is no way he can... OH MY GOD HE DOES!!! JASON SUPLEXES BANE ONTO THE TABLE, AND IT *DOESN’T* BREAK!!!” Jason climbs up to Steven and Iron Mike’s table, and points a finger at Steven’s direction. Steven Travis: “What! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Iron Mike: “I think he wants your chair Stevie!” Steven Travis: “You want my chair? Sure thing, here!!” The crowd pops as Steven hands Jason his chair. Jason gets off the table, goes into the ring, climbs up to the top turnbuckle near where Bane has managed to crawl away from the table, with his back facing the ring Jason comes leaping off the top rope to the outside with a double knee drop, with the chair placed on his own knees, and comes crashing down on Bane’s back!!! [align=center]CRASH!!!! Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”[/align] Steven Travis: “THIS IS CRAZY AS HELL!!!” Both competitors are lying in a heap. Bret Maxwell counts both men down. [align=center]Ref: 1... Ref: 2... Ref: 3... Ref: 4... Ref: 5... Ref: 6... Ref: 7... [/align] Bane is motionless. Jason used the guardrail to get up, with help from several front row fans, yet he jerks an unwelcoming arm away from them. Jason approaches the ring and lifts up the skirt, apparently searching for something. After a few moments of looking, he doesn’t find what he’s searching for, so he moves to the other side of the ring and lift’s the skirt there… Steven Travis: “I wonder what he’s looking for?” Iron Mike: “Beats me Stevie.” Jason reaches under the ring and suddenly produces a 2-gallon jug of Kerosene!!! The crowd ERUPTS in cheers! Slowly a Chant starts up, [align=center]Crowd: “JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU! JASON’S GONNA KILL YOU!!!”[/align] Jason holds the Kerosene high overhead, and suddenly turns towards Steven Travis and Iron Mike! Steven Travis: “Oh… Shit…” Jason tares off the top of the jug and begins sloshing the remnants of the jug out all over the top of the announcer’s table! Iron Mike: “Hey! Some of that got on me!” Jason draws back and sloshes a huge glob of Kerosene all over the front of Mike’s Pimp costume!!! Steven Travis: “IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!!!” Steven jumps up from his seat and kicks over his chair, he hops the barricade and escapes into the crowd, leaving his kerosene soaked partner behind! Iron Mike: “STEVIE YOU CHICKEN SHIT!” Jason now holds in his hand a book of matches; he sparks the whole book and throws them on the table, instantly igniting it!!! Iron Mike: “AHHHHHHHH!!!” Iron Mike jumps up and takes off running, he barely manages to get away, yet the fire STILL managed to get hold of him! His pant leg catches fire as he runs up the runway, kicking and stomping to put it out! Iron Mike Disappears backstage… With the announcers table burning consistently, Jason returns to his pray, who has managed to pull himself to his feet using the ring for leverage. Jason comes around the corner and sends a massive fist into the side of Bane’s head, causing the crowd to go “OHH!!!” Jason rolls Bane into the ring and follows suit. Once inside, Jason stands and sends a big boot into Bane’s gut, which sends him rolling towards the center of the ring. Jason lifts Bane into a standing position, whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him nearly out of his shoes!!! Bane cuts a complete flip in the air, landing on his stomach!!! Jason rebounds off the ropes and sends a thunderous boot to Bane’s mouth, kicking a mouthful of blood out onto the canvas. Jason grips Bane by his hair and drags him to the corner. He grips the top rope and sends a big heel into the back of Banes neck! He sends another one, and another, and another still!! Jason reaches down, lifts Bane to his feet, hammers him across the face not once, not twice, but 4 times for good measure. He then hoists him up onto the top rope. Jason places Bane’s legs across his shoulders, hooks his arms, and starts to climb himself. Jason struggles to find the footing on the top rope while keeping his balance, but he manages to lift Bane up into the air with his massive arms!! And then, in the sickest of moments, Jason leaps off into the air… The crowd gasps… Time just seems to slow down… When suddenly… [align=center]CRASH!!! FWOOOOM!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!![/align] Jason Super Powerbombed Travis Bane off of the top rope, to the outside, directly through the flaming announcers table!!! A whoosh of flames engulf Travis Bane, setting the remaining remnants of his clown outfit on fire, which was obviously made out of nylon so it could burn faster! [align=center]Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”[/align] As Jason staggers to his feet, favoring both of his knees badly, a team of stagehands rush to the aid of Travis Bane who’s entire body is engulfed in flame!!! They quickly douse the flames with Fire Extinguishers and bottles of water. His Screams are Legendary. Jason pats down his forearms, as they seemed to have been charred from the fall themselves. As soon as it appears the stagehands have put the fire out, Jason plows right through them, knocking them out of the way with his massive shoulders! He covers the charbroiled Bane and hooks the leg. Bret Maxwell, who is in shock, just like the rest of us, stutters for a few moments before he realizes that he’s still the referee in charge of the match. He drops to the ground and makes the count - [align=center]1... 2... 3!![/align] Matthew Gooding: “Here is your winner… AND NEW AWL Hardcore Champion… JASON VOORHEES!!!” Suddenly we hear a voice over our TV’s, Steven Travis: “What a war we just saw fans! I’m reporting to you live from the concession area at the back of the front row, I just managed to see a huge cloud of fire explode from where I had been sitting all night as Jason put the former Hardcore Champion through our announcers table! I’m going to try and get my chair back in a few moments, and we will hopefully get Bane and Jason some medical attention!” Iron Mike: “Stevie is that you?” Steven Travis: “MIKE! Are you ok? Where are you?” Iron Mike: “I’m backstage in the EMT Room getting my burn looked at, it’s nothing major, I watched what unfolded on the monitor back here.” Steven Travis: “Well, from what I can see from back here the carnage isn’t over just yet, Jason seems to be fighting off the EMT’s and Stagehands that are attempting to tend to Travis Bane, it looks like-” All of a sudden while Steven was talking, every light in the arena flickered off once again! Steven Travis: “-Oh No! We’ve seen this before, we’ve lost power AGAIN tonight!” Iron Mike: “Jesus Christ Stevie, we even lost power backstage as well! It’s all over the arena!” The entranceway suddenly turns a shade of dark blue as a mist fills the whole stage, and out from the back walks the man in black, The Grim Reaper, carrying his Scythe in one hand and dragging with him another body bag! Steven Travis: “WHO is this guy?!? He’s been taking losing competitors away all night!” Iron Mike: “He’s the Reaper Stevie! He’s laying claim to the Souls of the Fallen!” The Reaper rounds the corner, his bony hand clenching the Scythe, dragging the black leather body bag behind him. He approaches the smoldering wreckage where the EMT’s scatter, deserting what remains of Travis Bane’s char grilled carcass. Jason stands his ground planting his feet firmly as the Reaper approaches him… Now only thing standing between The Reaper and his fallen prey is none other than the new Hardcore Champion… Jason! The Reaper twirls his scythe once, and taps the hilt on the floor before him before leaning it against the ring. The Reaper takes a step towards Jason, and moves his hands to his hood, pulling it back, Steven Travis: “OH MY GOD! Are you seeing this Mike? The Reaper is removing his hood! We’re about to see who he is!” The Reaper flips back his hood, the crowd gasps as we learn the true identity of the man who has laid claim to the fallen all night long! Iron Mike: “BLOODY HELL!!! IT’S-IT’S” Steven Travis: “SUPER UNKNOWN!!!” Yes! It was indeed Super Unknown, The Human Enigma, The Walking Mystery himself. There he stood before Jason, his cold dead stare escaping his mask, filling the arena with distilled fear. Steven Travis: “My God what a bomb shell, It was Super Unknown all along who was-” Iron Mike: “WAIT A MINUTE STEVIE! If The Grim Reaper was Super Unknown, that would mean-” Steven Travis: “OH MY GOD! You’re Right Mike!” Jason’s hand slowly moves to his mask, his thumb slips under the chin part and in one slick motion he tares it off as blood that had been sealed off inside the mask begins flowing quickly down his face! He shakes his shoulder length black hair loose from the bald cap he had been wearing, and with a sadistic cackle, every single fan in the audience gasps as they realize just exactly whom they had been cheering for all night! Hunter Weiss: “BE EVER SO HUMBLE, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!!!” Yes it was Hunter Weiss, the King of Deceit, and the Father of all Lies. He cackled madly as blood flowed down his face like a waterfall of endless pain! He staggered forward and jerked Matthew Gooding out of his chair that just sat there and screamed like a little girl! He tore off his headset and flung him aside. Matthew got to his feet and ran away, it was his only defense, damn coward. Hunter put the headset on and giggled uncontrollably. Hunter Weiss: “It's no fucking wonder why I want to burn this God Damn company down to the ground and then piss on its fucking ashes!!! More and more this company is filled with jerk offs, pussies, and little rabbits who have no excuse to live, yet stand around and claim that they are some of the toughest men on this planet…” Hunter slowly shakes his head. Hunter Weiss: “Just like the little rabbit that I nearly MURDERED tonight! Some no-nothing little punk who decided to let William Reign boss him around! I did the SAME thing to him that I’ve done to everyone that has crossed my path, I ERASED him!” Hunter flashes his sick grin. Hunter turns to glare into the camera as his low, guttural, chuckle escapes his lips. Hunter Weiss: “He walked BLINDLY into this match, saying that he was ready for anything, ready for anyone… and look… take a LOOK! What did it get him? A Concussion! A Possibly Shattered Spine! 3rd Degree Burns! And a whole Gallon of Blood! And look at me! LOOK AT ME! Hunter Weiss is STILL standing here strong within AWL!” Hunter holds up one hand and barely holds his fingers an inch apart. Hunter Weiss: “Perhaps I was *this* close... *This* close... to ending Banes life tonight, and career, once and for all... Here’s hoping… Do you hear his breath slowly exiting his body! His face turning blue! His eyes rolling back in his head! But the little rabbit was saved because the maggots in the arena decided to bum rush the ring and put his flaming ass out! They tried to become the hero's to save their hero! Yet all it got them was a boot to the fucking face!” Hunter once again lets out another low, guttural, chuckle. Hunter Weiss: “In case you are too fucking blind to see it, you fucking sheep, Unknown and I are tearing this God Damn company down to the ground brick by fucking brick! Snake is nearly destroyed! Fox Strife might as well be DEAD! Travis Bane was taken out before he could even become a threat…” Hunter flashes his teeth as he gives his sick smile. Hunter Weiss: “And now that son of a bitch William Reign has decided to place anyone I want on a fucking platter at the feet of Brutal Psyche!! And now, tonight, AWL Crowned a new set of Tag Team Champions, Joe Daye and Sammy Night! They’re calling their pairing AWL's Dream Team! Pfft... I got news for you FUCKS… You are nothing more than the latest lambs being lead to the slaughter! If you get sicked on us, we will fucking topple the two of you over, there is no question of the power, the pain, and the control that I have over this God Damn company!!” Hunter's smile fades as he glares into the camera. He wipes his nose with his arm before slowly shaking his head. Hunter Weiss: “Once again, those who stand before Hunter Weiss stand under the false belief that this match is being fought for status, for ego, in this company. That the better man will rise to the top, and the loser will fall to the wayside! That is where you are wrong! When you step on the hunting ground of Hunter Weiss, little rabbits, you are not fighting for some pathetic victory!” Hunter sneers into the camera as he screams! Spittle flies from his mouth! Hunter Weiss: “You Are Fighting For Your Own FUCKING Survival!! You are fighting for one more day to breath fucking fresh air into your lungs! You are fighting for your heart to continue beating the next day! You are fighting to see your loved ones one more time!!! You are fighting for your fucking lives!!!” Hunter lets out his low, guttural, chuckle! Hunter Weiss: “You have no hope, little rabbits! Make peace with whatever God you call your own, as you will meet him face to fucking face after I am through with you! Your end is near!” Hunter nods slightly. Hunter Weiss: “AND WHEN THE TIME COMES… David Richmond… You and Rurik Krychek may have been the ones who are responsible for bringing me into this god damn company…” Hunter flashes his teeth as he gives his sick smile! Hunter Weiss: “… So one day… I'll return the favor by being the one who sends both of you out of this company in a fucking pine box!!!” Hunter laughs madly as he points a finger straight up at the ceiling, Hunter Weiss: “… As long as there is a Star in the sky… Hunter Weiss is going nowhere… And as the song goes… If you don't live for something you'll die for nothing… What we have are not possessions we own… It's not weighed by greed or personal gain… This is real a desire for freedom… a place apart from a world in abandon… Every Drop of Blood! Every Bitter Tear! Every Bead of Sweat! I LIVE FOR THIS!!!” Hunter then fills the arena with his low, guttural, laughter! The light from the camera then flickers, and goes out, as the darkness quickly reclaims its dominance of the space that the light held! The laughter is still heard coming from the darkness before it is replaced by: “Live For This” by Hatebreed. [align=center]-=::End of Show::=-[/align] |
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