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| GIW TV 12-1-01; First show! by Mike Gilliand | |
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| blibblab | Apr 5 2008, 12:06 PM Post #1 |
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[The credits for Good Times fade to black.. as darkness envelopes the screen for a few brief moments. With that, a logo displaying "GIPA 68" comes on the channel blue on white.. a simply yet effective diamond shape making the logo. A voiceover hits the air..] V/O: You are watching Grand Isle Public Access.. channel Sixty-Eight. Coming up next.. see the premiere broadcast of Grand Isle's newest local company.. Grand Isle Wrestling!! Two hours of jam-packed southern style wrestling at it's finest! Only here.. on channel Sixty-Eight! [And with that the logo disappears.. and we cut to the make-shift parking lot of the Sand Dollar Marina. By this time in the night, a thin eerie fog has slowlying began snaking its way throughout the numerous muddy pickups and beat up cars poorly lined up to give the non-existent presents of order.] [Without warning, a rather large figure, masked in a black leather trenchcoat, steps out in front of the camera. Its massive back remains to the camera as the lens tries to take in all of this image... a 6'6 300 pound frame, wide shoulders and topped off with stringy, jet black roots dangling from the figure's head.] [The seconds slowly multiply as only silence is heard. Finally a low, hoarse grumbling escapes the figure...] "There was once a boy named Christopher..." [The figure pauses for a moment as the musty swamp air fills his lungs.] "Christopher was a good little boy... loved by his teachers... admired by his peers... championed by his family... He was always told that 'he who does well in school as in life, would always get that to which they longed for...' The only thing Christopher ever longed for was to own his very own pet wolf. Everyone filling that pathetic town knew that of anyone in the world, Christopher had the best chance of gaining the fabled wolf of his dreams... but deep down they all knew in their hearts that it would never happen. It could never happen because the only wolf ever seen around that town had disappeared like a cigerette ash in the night and hadn't been seen for years." [The figure chuckles lightly to himself for a moment... envisioning something we could not.] "But it mattered not to Christopher... and every night and day he prayed that his wolf would come to him and give him the dream he longed for throughout his life..." [The figure slowly drops to one knee and scoops up a bit of soft dirt within his fingerless gloved hand.] "One day after mastering another one of his many tests, Christopher returned home with a wide-eyed amazement... There in the middle of his living room floor sat a large grey wolf, cleaning itself. Realizing what his parents had done for him and that finally his hard work had paid off. Christopher ran to his parents room to thank them... [The figure stands up, still toying with the dirt within his hand.] "And that's where he found them... drowning in a crimson pool of disembowled pieces of human flesh, which had been torn from limb to limb. Seconds later he felt the sharp cut of ivory teeth in the back of his neck... And the moral of the story?" [The grumbling of a sickening laugh escapes from the figure.] "Be careful of the dreams you wish for... In the end they may turn out to be your worst nightmares... " [As the figure drops the dirt and begins a slow walk to the Sand Dollar, the camera fading to black.] [The screen remains black.. as a guitar slowly strums in the background.. unfamiliar at first, that is until it starts to hit it's opening riff.. it's got to be "Born On the Bayou" by Creedence Clearwater Revival. The camera then fades in to a dirty.. dreary.. and dark inside of a building.. four big overhead lights directing itself towards a rather cheap but sturdy looking wrestling ring.] #Now, when I was just a little boy,# #Standin' to my Daddy's knee,# #My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you# #Do what he done to me."# #'Cause he'll get you,# #'Cause he'll get you now, now.# [The camera pans closer to ringside as we see a good number of fans standing at their foldout chairs.. I'd say about one hundred fifty strong.. moths swarm up at the lights in masses as we now pinpoint our attention to ringside. A steel barricade surround the ring with about six feet of room between ring and barricade.. extending off the northeast portion that hits a makeshift portal/wall that will be used as the entranceway.] #And I can remember the fourth of July,# #Runnin' through the backwood, bare.# #And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',# #Chasin' down a hoodoo there.# #Chasin' down a hoodoo there.# [At the southwest corner inside the barricade sits a table at ringside. This is the spot where our two announcers will call tonight's action.. neither man at thier seats for they are actually in the ring.. the fans starting to get a pretty decent murmur and various chants going.. ranging from "G-I-W! G-I-W!" to "Grand Isle! Grand Isle!".. yeah, the genius.] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [After taking a good look at the ring and it's surroundings.. we focus on the fans and what is inside the open-top Sand Dollar Marina. Off to the far south wall of the marina lies a long and dimly lit bar.. and yes, it is a full stocked Louisiana bar.. to ensure the rowdiest crowds as possible of course!] #Wish I was back on the Bayou.# #Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.# #Wishin' I were a fast freight train,# #Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.# [Then.. a cheap graphic comes up on your television.. showing up simply "Grand Isle Wrestling 12-01-01" in yellow.] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [The music fades away as the fans cheer quite madly.. as mad as one hundred fifty people can in somewhat close quarters. The camera focuses straight on the two men in the ring.. one wearing a cheap black suit and tie.. standing about 5'5" and weighing no more than one hundred and forty pounds.. his short black hair combed forward neatly.. very professional looking. And the other.. well.. he's about 6'3".. wiry and shady looking.. has long brown hair and a cheap grin. He sports a brown sports jacket and jeans. These men must be the battery.. plus.. they have microphones in hand.] [The shorter and more professional looking of the two smiles cordially and then let's out an excited hollar.] JR: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF GRAND ISLE, LOUISIANA!! [POP!!] WELCOME TO.. GRAND ISLE WRRRRRESTLING!!!!!! [BIG POP!! from the 150 strong.. lots of hootin' an' hollerin' going out in the crowd.. rowdy seems the appropriate word as the man smiles gleefully.] JR: I'm Jacob Rodgers.. and the man beside me is- [That man cuts Jacob off in mid-sentence to a small heel pop from the crowd.] DD: That man beside him is Dirk Davidson.. God of the books.. and hater of all that is Grand Isle, Louisiana! [BOOOO!!] I thought Paradise Valley, Arizona was a fecal matter infested pisshole.. well.. this place takes the cake!! Don't you people have air conditioning? [bleep]! JS: Dirk! DD: What?! We are on public access.. ain't nobody watching! [The crowd boos as Davidson smiles cockily.. Rodgers just shaking his head in disbelief. Rodgers then returns his attention to the cameras.] JS: Anyway.. tonight is a very special night here in the Bayou! We start our legacy right here.. right now! [Pop!] Tonight.. you will see action like you've never witnessed before.. you will see people unknown to the popular wrestling audience or organization.. and these people will amaze you.. you will learn to love some and you will come to hate some.. and hopefully, by the end of the night.. we'll find a place in your heart here at Grand Isle Wrestling! [Big pop!!] DD: Blah blah [bleep]in' blah! You gonna stop giving the oral pleasures and get on with the show, or what? Midget man! JS: [sighs] Well.. at the urging of my partner.. let's get on with the show. We got four scheduled matches tonight.. so without furtherado.. let's go to some comments recorded earlier from one of the men in the first contest of the evening.. Jaime Roth! [Cut away from the ring to some cheesy audio fizzle.] [Open up to backstage at the Sand Dollar Marina. The camera focuses on a fairly handsome young man -- sporting short, spikey brown hair with blonde highlights and wearing a black "Deftones" T-shirt, along with a pair of navy blue Puma warm-ups -- helping a technician carry a huge ladder.] TECH: Nice to see one of the boys helping, at least. MAN: It's no problem, dude. I used to do this stuff all the time back in the -- [Just then, the youngster is stopped by a gorgeous, auburn-haired woman. She's clad in a black babydoll tee with "Generation Rx" across the front as well as a pair of flared blue jeans.] WOMAN: Just as I suspected. "Mr. Goodie Two Shoes" Jamie Roth helping out the crew, huh? [As she speaks, the woman juts her index finger into one Jamie Roth's chest. Jamie gets an awkward expression on his face and looks towards the tech.] TECH: Psh, you're on your own, kiddo. [With that, the tech carries the ladder off, by himself -- stage left.] JR: Jesus, Angie -- you won't let me do _anything_, will you? I mean, first you toss my Poison and Winger CD's into the marina, then you decided to sell all of my vintage Guns N' Roses T-shirts on eBay...and now you're not letting me help out the crew? A: Listen up, Jamie -- first of all, it friggin' _stinks_ around here, okay? JR: [mumbling] It's not _that_ bad... A: Second of all, I either tossed or sold your 80's cock rock crap because, you know, image is everything, dearie! You need to get with the times! And thirdly? You aren't going to be helping out the crew because you need to do some warming up for your very first match here in GIW. Isn't that just fabulous? [Jamie bites his lip, as if trying to absorb what Angie -- who now clings to his arm in excitement -- just spewed out.] JR: Okay, um...wait. Who's my opponent? [Angie playfully tugs on the sleeve of Jamie's T-shirt.] A: It's that Donnie White dude. I'm sure you've seen him around -- after all, you've been here, oh, _all day_? I'm supposed to be helpin' you out, Jamie, but it doesn't seem as if you're letting me do that. JR: First, I haven't seen Donnie around, and even if I did, I'd be _nice_ to him. Because, you know, Angie, I'm a nice guy. That's the type of guy I am and that's why people like me...and stuff. Second of all, I _am_ letting you help me. It's just that, you know, you get a little bit...I don't know...overbearing at times? [Angie jerks herself from Jamie and feigns a look of shock. Jamie just stands there, looking unimpressed.] A: [gasps mockingly] But...but I'm only trying to help you from becoming a total and complete _loser_! JR: BY CUTTING MY FRIGGIN' HAIR AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE NICK FRIGGIN' CARTER?! A: Oh, God. Would you _curse_ once in awhile? It wouldn't hurt, you know. Anyway, we've got some training to do -- JR: Is that what they call "it" these days? A: Shut up. _You_ have some training to do...that is, unless you want to look like a total buffoon as Donnie White embarasses you. Then, you won't have a manager because, like, you suck. Then maybe -- just _maybe_ -- you can grow your precious, nasty little hair back out. JR: Hrm. The 80's will never die...and you know it. A: Whatever. Let's go. [Angie tugs Jamie off-screen. Fade back to Jacob Rodgers and Dirk Davidson.. who now sit at their foldout table at ringside.. both wearing matching headsets. Davidson's facial expressions of one part disbelief nine parts disgust fill the screen.] DD: Well.. I'd like to thank Jaime Roth for reaffirming a belief of mine. JR: What's that? DD: Oh.. that I'm truly in Hell. Nothing big or anything. JR: [sighs] I see I'm going to be commentating with a bastion of happiness.. oh joy oh joy. DD: Can the pity routine Jake.. JR: Look who's talking! DD: Oh.. and before i forget.. just who the hell was that guy in the parking lot? JR: I'd be lying if I said I knew.. in all honesty, I don't know.. but what I could tell from his back.. the man is big and seemed pretty nasty. DD: He gave us one twisted fable.. that's for sure. Hopefully we'll know more about who that was by the end of the night.. 'cause I wanna see the carnage I think he'll bring with him. JR: He gave me the creeps.. I kn- DD: Oh my god! A midget is in the ring!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!! [That's right.. the trusty Grand Isle Wrestling ring announcer Antonio Hervez is standing in the center of the ring. His eyes are glassy as though he's been working on his habit of pounding back shots of Cuervo. The fans pop for the midget.. hell.. who doesn't love a midget?!] JR: That's Antonio Hervez, Dirk.. he's our ring announcer and I wouldn't piss him off if I were you. DD: OH! I remember this guy back in Paradise Valley for that whole one show in it's existance.. this guy is a character man! JR: Watch it man. DD: Oh.. give me a break.. he could never get a clean shot to the face in on me. JR: He could use your groin as a punching bag though. [And with that.. Hervez makes the call.] AH: LADIES AN' GENTLEMEEN.. WELCOME TO THE SAND DOLLAR MAREENA!! [POP!] AND WELCOME TO GRAND ISLE WRESTLING!! [POP!] DD: Didn't we already do that whole warming the crowd up deal? JR: Hush. DD: Ok mommy. AH: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall.. with a fifteen meenute time leemit! [The house speakers blast out the opening guitar sounds of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality", as the fans pop solely because this is the first match of GIW's history. It sure won't be for the guy that's about to step into the aisle.] AH: Introducing first.. [After a few seconds, the curtain opens... and out steps a youngster who looks like he's still waiting on puberty to run it's course. A black man, standing around 5'10" or so... hardly developed muscularly yet. But the one feature that stands out? He's got blonde hair. Ladies and gentlemen... this _is_ "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White!] AH: From Southaven, Mississippi... weighing in at 190 pounds... please welcome the "Atomic Blonde"... DONNNNNNIIIIIIEEEE WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTEEEEEEEE! [Donnie flashes a _big_ grin... it's a real toothy grin, showing a set of perfectly straight and very pearly whites. Donnie never missed a visit to the dentist, you see. He wears a black t-shirt, black tights with a fluorescent green biohazard symbol on the back, and black boots with the same symbol on the sides. Donnie thrusts his arms into the air, struts his way down to the ring... slides under the bottom rope... and takes the house mic.] DW: Whoo hah! Grand Isle Wrestling... your king has arrived! [...] DW: That's right! "Mr. Personality" himself has signed on with Gee-Eye-Dub... and you all know what that means, right? [Umm... nope.] DW: It means ratings, baby! Just look at me! I've got ratings written all over me! [A grinning "Mr. Personality" points to his shirt... which, sure enough, has "RATINGS" in big white letters on the front.] DW: Yeah! The man with the most charisma in _wrestling today_ is down the Louisiana way, dig? And we gonna show all ya'll what the "Atomic Blonde" can do in this ring. I'm gonna tease ya, I'm gonna please ya, and I'm gonna make ya say, "hmmmmm!" Jamie Roth! I'm really, _really_ gonna hate to do this to you... I'm gonna hate to be the one to put your name down in the record books as the first loser in Gee-Eye-Dub... but dammit, I tell ya... _my_ name sure can't be there, dig? I've got greatness ahead of me, man! I can't start off this storied career with a _loss_, now, can I? [White shakes his head.] DW: So let's get this party started, huh? I got some charisma to show off. DD: Ok.. now this guy rocks! Great theme music too.. he's gotta be the favorite for this match.. at least five to two. JR: Oh christ.. not the odds again. [White stands in wait as Hervez takes back the house mic.] AH: And his opponent.. [And now, Slaughter's "Up All Night."] # UP ALL NIGHT, SLEEP ALL DAY! # [Suddenly, a cheap-sounding static effect is heard, and "Chemical" by No One begins booming over the PA to a mixed pop.] # It's hard to percieve my mind is at ease # # It's hard to believe I don't feel a thing # # Am I wrong to reveal such bliss that ain't real # # How can I keep it if I'm taking over me # # Down into this moment # # Now the chemical is taking over # # The inside and out of me # # I keep telling me this is a reality # # I see it, I feel it # # Now the world is changing around me # # Was it once a place I could keep? # # I try to walk away, but I can't! # [Out from the back comes none other than Mr. Ex-Freak-and-Geek, Jamie Roth, accompanied by the lovely Angie. Roth is clad in his usual ring attire -- carbon-colored tights with flames going up the side of each leg, white boots, and white athletic tape around his wrists -- while Angie is in a black babydoll "Generation Rx" tee and a pair of grungy-looking flared jeans. Her long, auburn hair is let down.] RA: Making his way to the ring.. accompanied by Angie [Male Pop!!].. he weighs two hundred and twenty-two pounds.. hailing from St. Louis, Missouri.. here is.. JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!!! # What's inside my brain? # # What's breakin' me down? # # What's inside this # # Raging chemical? # [Roth, blonde-highlighted brown hair spiked and all, strides towards the ring, flanked by Angie. As Jamie makes his way towards the ring, he high-fives any fan willing to accept, as well as messing up some 5-year old kid's hair a bit. Angie simply blows kisses and waves at the horndogs in the Sand Dollar Marina. Jamie slips into the ring underneath the bottom rope as Angie remains on the outside, applauding her own human work-in-progress. Jamie simply hops onto the ropes, holding his balance with his legs and an arm, while the other is raised in the air, throwing up the "devil" sign.] DD: I hope Donnie White kills this little douche bag. ---------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Opener!! "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White vs. Jaime Roth w/Angie Written By: Andy Doran ---------------------------------------------------- *DING DING DING* JR: And here we go. You're witnessing history people. History. DD: Hey, what's this guy doing? [What Jamie Roth is trying to do is shake the hand of Donnie White. But Angie yells at him, because "badasses" don't shake hands, and he takes the hand away. But Roth just can't do it, and he apologizes to White and attempts to shake hands...only to get kicked in the gut by White!] DD: Ha! JR: Roth keels over and White grabs a headlock...run up the ropes... "THUUUUUUDDD!!!" DD: Nice. JR: The first move in GIW's history is a Tornado Bulldog! White pulls Roth to his feet and whips him to the ropes...caught... DD: Hotshot! JR: White's there to meet him, pickup..atomic drop! DD: That'll hurt the balls. A definite testy tester. JR: *sigh* [Roth jumps up and down, his jewels hurting, and ducks a clothesline from the Atomic Blonde! Roth goes with the momentum and bounces off the opposite rope, jumping off the ground and hitting a high cross body!] JR: Great move by Jamie Roth, here's the pin... ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Clean kickout by White! DD: I'd like to re-neg on my call. I still say White's gonna win, but it's four to one now. JR: Roth back up, and a front chancery on White... "THUD!" JR: Snap suplex! Angie shouts instructions.. DD: Man look at that ass. I'd like to break my dick off-- JR: HEY! Give us a fighting chance at staying on TV, Dirk. DD: Whatever. JR: Roth brings Donnie White to his feet and sends him for the ride...drop toe hold! [Jamie pops right back up and bounces off the rope, gaining momentum and dropping a leg that the Atomic Blonde dodges. White scrambles to his feet and brings the still-in-shock Roth up as well, hooking him around the waist and then dumping him back with a belly to back suplex! White gets back up and scales the top rope, taking a second and then...] JR: JUMP! "THUUUUUUDDDD!!!" JR: _HUGE_ top rope elbow from Donnie White, and he hooks the leg... ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY ROTH!!! JR: Donnie White quickly gets to his feet and just as quickly ascends the top rope...I had a feeling this match would turn into a high flying affair Dirk...MISSILE DROPKICK! DD: He kicked the little peckerhead right in the moosh. JR: And Donnie White is up again! To the top rope... "OHHHHHHH!" DD: Hahahaha!! JR: White slipped as he attempted that moonsault, crotching himself. DD: Both of these guys are pretty new to wrestling. JR: Yes, both of these guys are rookies in the sport. [Jamie takes advantage of the mistake, climbing up to the top rope and belly to back superplexing White off the turnbuckles!!] "THUUUUUUUD!" [Roth brings himself to his feet and quickly ascends the ropes in the same fashion White did, facing the crowd. Jamie corkscrew moonsaults off, landing perfectly on White, and immediately covering.] JR: ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!! DD: Hrrrm, this is closer than I anticipated. Where's my damn phone, I gotta make some calls. JR: Angie pounds on the mat.. DD: I'd like to pound her if you know what I mean. JR: I get the picture. Angie cheers Roth on, as he brings the Atomic Blonde to his feet and whips him to the ropes... "THUUUUUD!" JR: ...and catches him with an overhead belly to belly suplex!! Roth darts to the ropes, Asa-he slipped on the ropes! DD: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JR: White's back to his feet, having cleared his head...Roth's up...armdrag! Jamie's back up, he charges...hiptoss from the Atomic Blonde! Roth back up, hiptoss--BLOCKED! Roth ducks underneath...backslide!!! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DD: White rolls out of it! Sunset flip! JR: ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it's Roth who flips out! [Jamie stands up, with White's legs hooked underneath his arms...and catapults White out of the ring!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHH!!!" [POP!!] JR: WHITE'S OUT ON THE FLOOR, GATHERING HIS BEARINGS, AND ROTH'S LOOKING TO FLY!!! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!" [HIGHSPOT POP!] DD: Damn, it's like a car crash! JR: Jamie Roth with a breath-taking tope and _both_ men hit hard! DD: Finally these two pansies took it outside, and now it's gonna get interesting. JR: Both men back up, Roth drapes an arm around White and intertwines legs.... "KLAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGGG!!" DD: NOW WE'RE TALKIN'! JR: SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE GUARDRAIL!! White's head was rammed into the steel... DD: STEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL! JR: ...into the steel, and Roth's not letting up! [Jamie grabs the Atomic Blonde by the arm and whips him to the far guardrail, but White reverses and Roth hits back first!] "KLAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKK!!!" [Roth staggers out and into the grips of Donnie White, who hotshots Jamie on the railing and alides inside!] JR: Now it's White's turn to fly.... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!" [HIGHSPOT POP!! Again.] DD: TOPE SUICIDA! JR: Very good Dirk. White rolls in Jamie Roth and picks him up... "THUUUD!" JR: DDT! Donnie goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles...he leaps... "THUUUUUUUUUUUDDD!!!" DD: Moonsault! He hits it! JR: Cover... ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-ROTH KICKS OUT! [POP!!] [White stands up and brings Jamie to a knee, then applies a vertical headscissors. He stands still for a minute, wraps his arms around the trunk of Roth...] "THUUUUUD!" [...and plants him with a piledriver! White doesn't let up, bringing Roth to his feet and hooking his arms behind him. Donnie sticks his head into the back of Roth and coerces Jamie back, lifting him upside down for a Kudoh Driver...but Roth flips out!! POP!!] JR: White turns around, Roth... "TWAAAAAAAAAACCCKK!!" JR: ...step up enziguri! DD: But White didn't go down. He's still on his feet. "THWAAAAAAAAACCCKKK!!!" JR: DOWN HE GOES! ROTH WITH A SUPERKICK AND THAT FLOORS THE ATOMIC BLONDE! Jamie goes to the outside and grabs the top rope...SLINGSHOT SPLASH!!! COVER... ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-WHITE WITH A SHOULDER UP! DD: This guy's tough Rodgers, he's taken everything Roth can give him. JR: Both men have brought out the goods tonight, trying to make a good first impression upon their debuts. Roth picks up Donnie White and slings him to the ropes.... "THUUUD!" JR: Hurricanrana!! Jamie Roth darts outside as Angie shouts instructions! Roth grabs the top strand.... "THUUUD!" DD: Friggin rope whip move! JR: A guillotine legdrop to the laymen, and Jamie Roth has Donnie White right where he wants him! [Seizing the moment, Jamie again goes outside and climbs to the top rope. The Sand Dollar cheers him on as he throws his arms wide and dives off with a headbutt...that hits absolutely nothing! THUUUDDD!!!] DD: White moved!!! Roth missed by a goddamn mile! JR: The Atomic Blonde brings Jamie Roth to his feet and lets loose with a mile wide smile, underhooks the arms... "THUUUUUD!" JR: DOUBLE ARM DDT! White planted him and now _he_ goes outside... "THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!" JR: FROG SPLASH!!!!! COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-ROTH KICKS OUT!!! DD: This is really f[bleep]ing me up man. How am I supposed to lay bets if neither of these two punks will stay down? JR: Both men to a standing base...dropkick by White! And another one! A third dropkick lands Roth in the corner and Donnie White sizes him up.... "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" [White does a little dance before attempting a fourth chop, but Jamie Roth reaches out, slings White into the corner, and goes to work!] "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" "WWWHHAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!!" [POP!!] JR: Good gravy, Jamie Roth with four _vicious_ knife edge chops and he brings White out of the corner... "THUUUUD!" JR: Inverted DDT! DD: This is the punk's chance, this is his chance! JR: Roth leaps to the top rope as White regains his footing.... [POP!!] DD: FLYING CLOTHESLINE!! JR: He nailed it, caught White right under the throat! [The Dollar on it's feet and Angie cheering on as loud as she can, Roth brings the Atomic Blonde to his feet, and scoops him up in a fireman's carry. Jamie walks around, hooking White's head and prepares to execute a Death Valley Driver when White swings himself out of it! Donnie touches the ground and quickly boots Roth in the gut, hooking his head and...] "THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!" [...planting him with an Implant DDT!! POP!!] JR: THE MELTDOWN, THAT'S THE MELTDOWN!!! WHITE'S GONNA WIN IT! DD: I knew it! That's why I'm the goddamn bookie, I know my stuff. JR: White neglects to pin, why I don't know, and goes to the top rope! I know what this is...he calls it the Atomic Bomb... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!" [POP!!!] DD: HE MISSED!! Goddamnit White, I got money on this! JR: He missed the senton bomb, the Atomic Bomb!! Roth back to his feet and drags a weary Donnie White up...he hooks both arms, and twists under... "THUUUUUUUDDD!!" JR: SHOEGAZER! SHOEGAZER! HE HIT IT!! COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!!] *DING DING DING* AH: Your winner..... JAAAMMIIEEEE ROOOOOOTTTTTHHH!! JR: What a way to kick off Grand Isle Wrestling! What a hot contest between two youngsters who will have a lot to say and show us in the future! DD: My ass. I mean.. Donnie White kicks some ass.. but that Jaime Roth is a complete douche bag. JR: Don't say that! DD: What? Douche bag? Why not? JR: It's not nice. DD: I'm not being paid to be nice dingleberry. JR: I'm not a dingleberry! DD: Whatever you say.. fruitball. |
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[One of the production guys comes over and whispers something to Rodgers.. who smiles and shrugs. We see Roth leaving the ring with Angie as the crowd gives an appreciative pop to them..] JR: I guess we just received a tape that we are supposed to show.. I'm not sure what it entails or whatever.. but let's see what we got. [The camera fades just outside a small church in Lufkin, Texas. The church itself, darkened, only the falling sunlight itself, shines upon the church, glistening the stained glass windows throughout the church. Just in front of the church, we see a late model Cadillac, pristine white, sitting on the church lawn. Sitting on the hood of the card, stans a man, chuckling to himself. He wears a black coat, with a buttoned up white shirt beneath it and gently takes his fingers, and rubs the cross over his neck, shinning the gold reflection off the sun. The man slowly opens his mouth, speaking with a soft, yet shriveled voice.] Defay: Welcome to the dawning of a new era. For my name...is Bobby Joe Defay, and who I am...is the man you'll want to highly consider making ammends with. Don't look at me like that...I can tell...you see, I'm no "rassler"...but rather, I'm the keeper of something. Some call it an uncanny sense of destruction, some call it the ability to see the fear and deception in men... and play off of it... Some just call it luck. [Defay cackles.] Defay: Bobby Joe Defay..._learn_ that name, because soon my children, you'll learn that name with the addition of "please" and "Would you mind" and "sir" attached to it. Sure, I'm arrogant, but you don't know what I do. You see, here in this town, used to lay a monster...a man amongst children, a wolve amongst sheep. He was hidden, tucked away under a system designed to punish those, that merely seek redemption by their own standards. I've searched all my life to find someone like this. Christ, I've dreamed of this...no longer will I hear the dissappointment in the voices of the people that talk to me...like I'm some giant failure. Because I've got the sure thing. Ever wonder what happened when all things went freakishly wrong...and all that was left, was the materials that didn't get destoryed? Well, I found the materials...all lumped into one man...one _single_ man. I've taken him around this crap hole countryside, for the past six months, getting nickles and dimes, and whole lotta "Ohhhhh's". Guess how many of those pay _my_ bills? _None_. So now I come to the Gee Eye Dubbya... And I'm gonna put the "Ohhhh's" and make them the screams of money giving people, from all around. You've got some little battle royal thing...don't'cha? I even hear it's for some title, some way to get people's ass in the stands, and a way to get a little motivation for the back of the house to perform at their "best". Funny how the sheep flock to a location...unaware of the wolve laying in wait. [Defay looks back down at the cross, and then back at the camera.] Defay: He was raised in this church...learned to forgive man, for all their wrongdoings...and then things went terribly wrong...until I came along. Now, he's _mine_...and he does as I say, because he owes me _everything_. So, I say...I take what he cherishes so...and I bring it to you. I bring the religion that turned him into a coward...and I bring the hate that made him public enemy number one...and what took him into the depths of hell rarely seen by "man". I bring the fire inside the man that merely wants to rebel against a sociey that has deemed him "a freak" for far too long. And he's coming along with me... [Defay closes his eyes, smiling wildly.] Defay: ...For you...and your lives will never, _ever_ be the same again. Believe me...because if you don't...you'll end up like the man that put him through hell...and brought him to me. [Fade out] DD: Um.. what a goddamn whackjob. JR: Yeah, tell me about it. And what's this secret he's got.. some monster? DD: Goddamn are you gullible. He is probably full of piss.. JR: I kinda doubt it. DD: You are adopted. JR: [sighs and shakes his head] Whatever man. Anyhow.. next up we got ourselves two men on opposite sides of the ropes. One is the ageless Scott Von Braun, father of popular wrestling sensation Brian Von Braun.. while the other is the younger and cocksure "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins.. DD: Hah! You said cocksure! JR: So? Anyhow.. let's see what Bobby Ray Wilkins had to say earlier this evening. V: 'Ey! 'Ey bawh? Ain't anybody gon' innerview me? Ah'm from Texas... ya better respect me! [We fade into a shot of someone standing in front of a GIW backdrop, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and wearing a black vest. He's "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins, and he's awkwardly holding a hand mic, looking off screen for a few moments as he rants and raves.] BRW: Ah demand a bit o' respect 'round here! See, Ah'm Bobby Ray Wilkins, and Ah'm one o' tha best damn talents 'round this 'ere summabitchin' or-gan-i-zay-shun... an' Ah can't believe ain't nobody gonna innerview me! [Wilkins sulks a bit before continuing.] BRW: But that's alright... Ah'm so talented, I can conduct one o' these here 'promos' by mah damn self! I don't need ta be playin' off of no lil' summabitchin' bastard's comments... so right nawh, Ah guess Ah'm gonna have ta talk 'bout Scott Von Braun. [Wilkins pauses again.] BRW: Who in the hell 's Scott Von Braun? Ah ain't never heard o' him before ever, so he can't be good! Ah said, he can't be good... if _Ah_ ain't heard of ya, then ya ain't good, bawh! Ah'm from Texas... that means Ah'm a great rassler just like e'ry other damn Texan ever ta come out tha Lone Star State! So... who in the hell is Scott Von Braun? Ah'ma tell ya... and it involves a story. [Wilkins gets a bit quiet.] BRW: My pop had this lil' mutt. Little bastard thing had brown spots and shit all o'er tha damn place, that my pop love that summabitchin' mutt. Never whooped it's ass or anythang, it was just 'im an' tha mutt, and they respected each other. Then, one day, that mutt caught hisself a case o' tha rabies. Lil' bastard was all foamin' at tha mouth this way an' 'at, and you know what mah pop did? He stomped that summabitch's skull in! Dog brains was all on tha damn floor, but you know what? My daddy done did what he 'ad ta do. [Wilkins wipes his nose.] BRW: Now, Von Braun... Ah don't respect ya, bawh, 'cuz ya ain't nothin' but a mutt. Ah don't like ya... Ah don't know ya... ya ain't nev'r done nuttin' ta make me even regard ya as a human, ya summabitchin' bastard. So, Ah'ma do tha only thang I can 'side stompin' yer skull in lahk that damn dog... Ah'ma whip yer ass for my daddy _and_ 'is dog! That's right, bawh... ya think Ah wasn't gonna whoop yer ass? Ya think Ah was just gonna let you beat me? That ain't tha way it goes boy... an' just one thang is gonna 'appen ta ya... Yer gonna get Tha Lar'at, bawh! [What the fu-...] BRW: That's right, yer gonna get tha goddamned best summabitchin' Lar'at in tha business! Ah'm from Texas, so you know it's gonna hert ya somethin' downright awful! And when Ah'm done Lar'atin' ya, bawh? Ah'm gonna do it again! Remember, ya might walk to the ring, but yer limpin' back. If ya walk to tha ring, yer limpin' back... and Ah'm tha only man that can say that. 'Cuz Ah'm from Texas... and that means Ah can do anythang Ah want! Ain't nobody gonna stop me, ya summabitches! Nobody! Nawh, someone call a resturant 'round here... gotta find mahself a place that serves STEAK N' TATERS~! [Fade to black.. then back to the commentators.] DD: STEAK N' TATERS~!~! JR: Oh lord.. please, somebody shoot me. DD: That can be arranged. JR: I was just being sarcastic. DD: That's not your angle.. let me handle that. JR: Let's now go to the ring.. and Antonio Hervez. ------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Match!! "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins vs. Scott Von Braun Written By: Andy Doran ------------------------------------------------- AH: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT! Introducing first... ["Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts up as the crowd gives a decent sized pop. Scott Von Braun emerges from the entrance portal and stands at the top of the aisle for a moment as the crowd can't help but support a grizzlied-veteran of the ring wars. After a moment he starts down the aisle and towards the ring.] # Big wheels keep on turning # # Carry me home to see my kin # # Singing songs about the southland # # I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin # AH: From Huntsville, Alabama and weighing in at 270 pounds. Here is... SCOTT VON BRAUN! # Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her # # Well, I heard ole Neil put her down # # Well, I hope Neil Young will remember # # A southern man don't need him around anyhow # [Scott Von Braun gets to the ringside area. He walks around the ring looking at it and the people inside of it as he makes his circle.] # Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue # # Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you # [He gets to the ring steps and stops. He loosens up his neck and shoulders before using the steps to ascend to the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and starts pacing around the ring.] # In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor # # Now we all did what we could do # # Now Watergate does not bother me # # Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth # [Scott Von Braun goes over ot a turnbuckle. He climbs to the second buckle and raises both arms in the air getting another good-sized pop from the crowd.] AH: His opponent... ["Atomic Clock" by Monster Magnet begins to blast throughout the venue, as Bobby Ray Wilkins emerges from the back to a chorus of boos. Wilkins stands still for a moment, various complaints streaming from his mouth a mile a minute, as he stalks to the ring, shaking his head and not looking too happy about having to wrestle. Wilkins is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and a black leather vest, and slides the vest off, dropping it on the floor as he climbs up on the apron.] AH: From Houston, Texas and weighing in tonight at 254 pounds... "THE VIOLATOR" BOBBY RAY WILKINS! *DING DING DING* JR: Both men down to ringside Dirk, and the Violator stands on the apron, not wanting to get it. DD: That's a strange goddamn nickname, I'll tell you that. JR: Eli Francois is leaning over the ropes, telling Wilkins to- DD: Francois? Is that French? I _hate_ the French! Hate the dirty bastards. JR: -Francois tells Bobby Ray Wilkins that he better bring himself into the ring to start this match. [Wilkins looks at Francois with a sneer, yelling something about "not wantin' to hurt the ol' summabitch," and begins to walk along the apron.] DD: What in the good goddamn is this drunken derelict doing? JR: Wilkins finally gets _inside_ the ring, but goes to the corner and refuses to come out! DD: And look at Father Time across the ring, he's antsy to get going. [Scott Van Braun takes matters into his own hands, storming across the ring and throwing Francois out of the way, and then popping Wilkins in the jaw with a left hand! POP! Wilkins head snaps back, and Bobby Ray ducks under the ropes and bails to the floor, feeling his jaw as if he just got hit with a wrench.] JR: And Wilkins ducks back outside. DD: What a pussy. [The Violator leisurely strolls around ringside, getting in the face of a fan and arguing with her. Then her husband, or a suitably large man, comes over and gets in his face. Wilkins holds his ground and the audience guy looks like he cocks his fist and Wilkins steps away, turning to the ring and yelling at Francois, this time something about "that summabitch tried t' hit me!" Bobby Ray continues to walk around the ringside area, as the fans boo him.] DD: I don't blame him really. JR: Yeah, that guy was pretty big. Cripes, he scared off a wrestler, give the guy a contract. DD: Screw him, sign his wife. She's gotta be weighing in at a ripe forty fifty. JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins _refuses_ to fight in his debut match- [POP!] JR: And Scott Van Braun has seen enough! The veteran ducks outside the ring and chases after Wilkins! The Violator slides into the ring, and SVB follows-- DD: Stomp to the neck! Ha! That was all to sucker the old bastard in! JR: Wilkins didn't even give him time to stand up, laying the boots into Van Braun the moment he slid in the ring! And now Wilkins drops an elbow... "THUD!" JR: ...and another! "THUD!" DD: One more! "THUD!" JR: _Another_ elbow! "THUD!" DD: Make it five! "THUD!" JR: Wilkins drops another... "THUD!" JR: VAN BRAUN DODGED IT! The veteran gets to his feet...stinging left hand! [Wilkins moves back just a tad as Scott Van Braun alternates punches--left, right, left, right, left, right--that have the Violator reeling! The Huntsville native winds up for a final big left and Wilkins bails again! Bobby Ray slides out and points to his head, as he yells at Eli Francois that SVB is cheating. Van Braun kicks the ropes in frustration as Wilkins decides to wrestle again, climbing onto the apron, ducking in and offering a collar and elbow tieup.] JR: Van Braun warily accepts the lockup, thinking perhaps Wilkins might head for higher ground. DD: No man, he's gonna wrestle now. JR: Collar an elbow tieup, both men jockeying for position, and it's Scott Van Braun with the side headlock. The long time vet wrenches in the hold, and Bobby Ray Wilkins gets out of it with a hammerlock. Wilkins applies a side headlock of his own-- DD: Got damn this sucks. JR: --and now Wilkins pulls the hair of Scott Van Braun! Van Braun now... "THUUD!" JR: ...Scott Van Braun with a back suplex and pulls Wilkins up...snapmare, and Van Braun clamps on a reverse chinlock. [Van Braun curiously lets go, and allows Wilkins to get to his feet. Bobby Ray gets right in the face of Francois, again, and complains of hair pulling, only to be turned around into a stinging left hand jab! Van Braun hits a quick inverted atomic drop, and then bounces off the ropes and drops Wilkins with a lariat!] JR: Scott Van Braun gets to his feet and stomps Wilkins! Van Braun stomps him again, and again, moving around him clockwise and stomping every side of him! DD: Last I heard, the old fart calls it the Van Braun stomp. JR: Right you are Dirk, and now Van Braun--SPINNING TOE HOLD! Scott lets go, AND REAPPLIES IT! Wilkins is screaming like a little girl! [POP for Wilkins screaming quickly turns into one of disappointment, as the Violator reaches the nearby ropes, and demands that Van Braun get off of him. The grey haired Van Braun does so, letting Wilkins get to his feet again.] JR: Both men back to a vertical base, and in for the collar and elbow--POKE TO THE EYE BY WILKINS! DD: The old Greco Roman eyepoke! I gotta say Wilkins is gonna take this, six to one odds. That assures me of it. JR: An eyepoke? DD: Damn straight. JR: Whatever. Wilkins with a kneelift to the breadbasket of Scott Van Braun and now he grabs him in a headlock... DD: Goddamnit, what the hell is this?!?! JR: A rope burn! He dragged the head of Van Braun across that top rope, and I've got to believe that doesn't feel to good, especially by the way Scott's reacting. Scott turns around and Wilkins scoops him up... "THUUUUUUUD!" JR: _Biiiig_ fallaway slam by the Violator and he picks SVB right back up. Whip to the ropes... "WHAAACK!" JR: Big doouble axehandle to the face! Wilkins covers... ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!!! VAN BRAUN KICKS OUT WITH EASE! [POP!] DD: That man is physically unable to do anything with ease. He can just about walk without sounding like a popcorn machine. JR: Van Braun is a gritty old man, that's for sure. Both men are back to a vertical basis, and Wilkins swings but Van Braun side steps! Side waistlock and Scott lifts... "THUUUD!" JR: ...kneebreaker! Wilkins grabs for his knee as Van Braun works up a head of steam... "THUUUUD!" JR: Bulldog! [SVB gets to his feet and moves about step away, turns to his side and promptly falls to his side, slow like a tree that was just cut, and drives a fist 'tween the eyes of Wilkins! Von Braun covers again, and hooks a leg!] JR: ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WILKINS KICKS OUT! DD: I have never seen a man get pinned after a fistdrop. Earth to Van Braun, this isn't 1971. JR: Von Braun gets to his feet and abruptly drops a leg across the throat of the Violator! Scott pulls Bobby Ray to his feet and send him for the ride...caught... "THUUUUUUUDDD!" [BIGGEST POP SO FAR!!] JR: My goodness, a stunning spinebuster by the grizzled vet! Listen to Wilkins! [Indeed, listen to Wilkins, who screams about the spinebuster being illegal. Von Braun reaches down and hooks the legs of the Violator, turning him over into a Boston Crab! POP! Wilkins hollers bloody murder, but gets smart and grabs the ring ropes. Francois tells Von Braun to let up, and he does and Bobby Ray is quick to slide out of the ring.] JR: Wilkins takes a breather, as he walks around the ring, complaining about God knows what-- "KLINK!" "KLINK!" "KLINK!" DD: What the hell was that? JR: Wilkins just pounded on the ring steps, for no apparent reason, and now Wilkins walks up those steps and gets into the ring. Von Braun rushes with a lariat--DUCKED! Wilkins moved out of the way and has Scott Von Braun by the hair! "THUMP!" "THUMP!" "THUMP!" "THUMP!" "THUMP!" [HEEL POP!] JR: A series of headbutts by Bobby Ray Wilkins, and Wilkins sends Scott for the ride... [Scott runs back and is caught by Wilkins, who hits a spinning side slam!] "THUUUUUUUD!" [Wilkins covers the old man, and hooks a leg!] JR: ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-VAN BRAUN KICKS OUT! [POP!] [Wilkins looks at Francois and pounds the mat, covering Von Braun again!] JR: ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-VAN BRAUN KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN! [POP!!] DD: Count faster you dirty French bastard! Don't ruin this for me! JR: Wilkins is irate! He gets right up in the face of Eli Francois and- DD: OLD MAN! JR: ROLLUP! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-WILKINS KICKS OUT! [Scott Von Braun quickly brings Wilkins up again and whips him to the ropes, and then plants a fist into the gut of Bobby Ray on the way back! Von Braun locks the head and executes a quick swinging neckbreaker. SVB backs off and lets Wilkins get to his feet.] JR: Swift boot to the gut of Wilkins and Von Braun looks on a front facelock...he lifts... "THUD!" JR: Suplex! Von Braun is going for the kill here, he has Wilkins in a vertical headscissors... again, Van Braun lifts... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!" DD: DAMN! A jumping piledriver, Wilkins looks dead! JR: Scott Von Braun has laid out Wilkins in the middle of the ring, and props himself up on the middle rope! Scott Von Braun takes aim... "THUUUUD! DD: WILKINS MOVED! JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins dodges the second rope fistdrop, and the Violator brings Scott Von Braun to his feet. [Wilkins wraps Von Braun up, and plants him with a side belly to belly suplex with a resounding "THUD!" Wilkins bounces back up and brings Von Braun to his knees, and applies a vertical headscissors. In one smooth motion he lifts Scott up...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!" [...and _slams_ him down with a powerbomb! Wilkins drops down and covers the stunned Von Braun...] JR: ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!! THR-SCOTT VON BRAUN KICKS OUT!!! [BIG POP!!] JR: Scott Von Braun will not stay down! DD: This old bastard must be running on some illegal drugs. JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins brings the Huntsville native to his feet, kick to the gut... "THUD!" DD: DDT! Maybe this will put Gramps down. JR: Wilkins is not yet done. He grabs Van Braun in a bearhug and sets him on the top rope...you don't think... DD: Oh, I hope it is. I hope it's what you're bitching about!! JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins now climbs up himself, he grabs a front chancery and throws the arm, don't tell me-- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!" DD: SUPERPLEX! VON BRAUN'S DEAD, THAT OUGHTA PUT HIM AWAY! JR: Wilkins picks Von Braun up once more! Whip to the ropes...powerslam! Cover... ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! THREE?!?! [HUGE POP!!] JR: VAN BRAUN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! DD: He's like a big, gray haired roach. You can stomp on him all you want, the sonofabitch just won't go away! [The gritty Von Braun gets to his feet as Wilkins complains, but Bobby Ray turns around just in time to catch left hands to the face! POP! SVB rocks Wilkins against the ropes with fists to the face and body, when Bobby Ray blocks a punch, grabs a healthy handful of hair and _slams_ Von Braun down to the mat!] JR: That cheatin' sonofa- DD: Hey, if you ain't cheatin' ya ain't trying. Fact of life. JR: Wilkins brings Scott Von Braun to his feet, and peppers him with rights! Now it's Von Braun who's reeling and Bobby Ray is gonna try a suplex! He hooks the veteran, but he won't budge! [POP!] JR: He tries one more time, and Von Braun blocks it! Von Braun slides out, and picks Wilkins up...kneebreaker! Von Braun still has hold of that one leg, and he kicks the other leg out from under Wilkins! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! [Von Braun has his bread and butter move hooked on right in the center of the ring and Wilkins is in pain, flailing his arms, pounding on the mat and generally making a scene. But something striked Wilkins, he digs into his pocket and sits up...] "WHAAAAAAACK!" [BIG HEEL POP!] [...and slugs Von Braun, dropping the veteran and releasing the hold.] JR: HE HAD A CHAIN! HIS FIST WAS WRAPPED IN A CHAIN! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! DD: Calm down Rodgers, check out Wilkins! JR: Scott, turn around, turn around!! "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKK!!!!" [HUGE HEEL POP!!] JR: LARIAT! WILKINS KNOCKED VON BRAUN SILLY WITH A LARIAT! COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* AH: The winner of the match... "THE VIOLATOR" BOBBY RAY WILKINS! JR: What a solid debut by both men.. and what a solid transition to an earlier junior heavy match. Scott Von Braun put up one helluva fight.. but the cheater in Bobby Ray Wilkins prevailed. DD: Von Braun bites. I hate old people. JR: Wow.. bitter. DD: Bitter and underpaid. Goddamn work release program. JR: Work Release Program?! DD: Just kidding man. [We see Bobby Ray Wilkins hold his own hands in the air as the crowd boos madly.. before cutting to Dirk and Jacob.] JR: Next up we got ourselves what should be an old-fashioned southern brawl as Russ Brady is scheduled to face George "Buzzsaw" Stevens. Brady wrestled in the now defunct NEO.. as Stevens has wrestled up in AVW.. both men look to make their mark here tonight in the Grand Isle. Let's go to some pre-recorded comments from both men. DD: Oh lord.. I hope these two don't like eighties glam rock. [Scene: An empty bus stop. But not for long, as a bus comes screeching into view. The vehicle comes to a complete stop, and the doors open. No one walks out, except for one man. Blue jeans, white tee shirt, an old leather vest over that and two black duffle bags over his shoulder, Russ Brady steps out of the bus and into view. A large man, going about 6'5 and weighing in the vicinity of 300 pounds, Brady already has a Lucky struck up by the time his feet hit the ground. He takes a deep breathe of the air and speaks with the cig still in his mouth.] RB: Ya only get ta make a firs' impression once. That's whut all 'em fancy doctors'll tell ya, an' fer th' most part Ah b'lieve 'em. Th' danger in it is 'at if ya screw it up, yer pretty much up s[bleep] creek. Such is the case fer GIW and mahself. [Russ finds a nearby bench to sit on and takes a draw from the Lucky, setting the bags down.] RB: A new permotion, based oughta Lousiana..fer some goddamn reason...and they wanna put they best foot forw'rd. Ah ain't one ta put on a shirt'n tie, an' Ah sure as hell won't wear no friggin' wing tip shoes neither, but Ah don't thank that's whut they looking fer. Ah thank they lookin' fer some tough sumbitches ta fight like animals, ta get the wheels rollin'. That, Ah can do. [Russ cracks his knuckles as he lets out another puff of smoke.] RB: Fer mah firs' match, they throwin' some poor guy name o' George Stevens at me. Calls hisself th' Buzzsaw. A catchy little name fer sure, but it fails ta serve it's purp'se. See George, 'at name don't scare me none. Buzzsaw, chainsaw, hacksaw, don't make no diff'ernce ta me. Far's Ah'm concerned, yer jus' 'nother piece o' meat. But, Ah did have th' sense ta get a little back'roun' check on ya, an Ah saw somethin' 'at int'rests me plenty. Seems yer from Texas. [Russ stubs out the Lucky and manages a half smile.] RB: See, that lil' fact just gave me ever' reason ta sign yer death certificate. In Oklahoma, men've been killed fer less, an Ah'm sure yer no exception. But say ya are. Let's say ya ain't a low down, dirty bastard who ain't got no balls. Let's pertend yer not a pompous, arrogant sumbitch who can't back up any o' th' s[bleep] he talks. Let's say yer a fahn, upstandin' man. Ah'm still gonna kick yer tooth down yer throat. See, they don't pay me fer per'motional work, and they sure don't pay me fer bakin' cookies with th' church group. They pay me ta kick ass 'n ta take names. Yers'll be th' first on th' list. That's all. [Russ brushes back the locks of blonde hair from his face, and sits back on the bench, stretching out his arms.] RB: Me rippin' yer friggin' head off, that's jus' bidness. Th' fact 'at yer from Texas...'at gives me reason ta enjoy mah work. An' rest assured, 'ats all it is. A job. Ah just happened to meet alla th' prerequisite qual'fications fer this line o' work. O' course, mah work ain't done that night neither. They decide'n th' firs' TV champ 'at night. In some damn battle royal thang that's jus' beggin' fer me ta hurt ever'one involved. An' Ah jus' might do that, fer s[bleep]s'n giggles. 'Cause Ah can. O' course, Ah'd be a damn fool fer not wantin' ta win 'at belt. Winnin' 'at belt makes me part o' hist'ry, an' even Ah can 'preciate 'at. [Brady mulls it over for a moment, and speaks again.] RB: Hell, beatin' up on a goddamned Texan, an' 'en' makin' hist'ry...'at ain't so bad. Matter o' fact...'at sounds like a good time. Ah'm startin' to lahk this place a'ready. [Fade.] JR: Big words from a big man right there. DD: You understood what he was saying? People from Oklahoma.. sound retarded. JR: DIRK! DD: Huh? JR: Now let's hear what Stevens has to say.. [The camera spots a blue pickup truck with rust spots dotting the sides of it pulling up to the arena entrance. Julio Vasquez, younger brother of MotR announcer Juan, gives a look of confusion to the camera and begins to approach the truck with security right behind him.] JULIO VASQUEZ (JV): We're going to have a talk with this next... superstar? [The driver's side door opens and out pops a large man in a pair of ratty jeans, a worn "Buzzsaw's Bar & Grill" t-shirt, and a baseball cap that reads "R.I.P. Sylvester Ritter" on the front of it. He tosses his keys to a kid in a red suit.] GEORGE "BUZZSAW" STEVENS (GBS): Ya park that thang fer me 'n keep it all nice, 'n there might be a dollar in it fer ya. [The kid flips the big man off as he turns to the interviewer with a smile on his face.] GBS: Ya gotta know howta treat the children, know what I'm sayin' Pedro? JV: The name's Julio. [Stevens puts his arm around the hispanic interviewer.] GBS: Ah whatever! A great night we have tonight here Jew-lee-oh, ain't it? JV: Well it is. But who are you? [Security starts to move in around the big man.] GBS: Oh now. Don' tell me ya don' know who ah am! [Julio just shrugs and Stevens removes his arm and throws his hands in the air.] GBS: Keeeeeid, th' name's George Stevens. "Buzzsaw" if ya weeeeeill. JV: Oh. You're the new guy. GBS: Sure am. JV: Well... uh... great. GBS: Sure is. Yer an easy guy to agree with, Jew-lee-oh. Ah'm here ta take a look at th' Gee-Eye-Dubya 'n see how these folks like ta run their shows. [Stevens looks down at Julio's tuxedo.] GBS: And damn! Ah can see they like ta wine 'n dine here pretty fancy! I feel a li'l bit like a slob, Jew-lee-oh. But at least they dressed you up. Look at you! Betcha don' see mucha those clothes down in th' bare-eee-oh! [Stevens slaps Julio on the back, but Julio looks unamused.] GBS: Damn Jew-lee-oh. Loosen up! Ya look like an Oklahoman who jess realized that th' reason his wife barked so much durin' sex is 'cause she's a doberman. [Julio just raises an eyebrow to him.] GBS: Okay. That wasn't very good. How 'bout this one? You'll 'preciate this one. How many officers does it take t' arrest a Mexican? JG: Oh God... Mister Stev- GBS: Give up? Four. Now ask me why four. JG: Oh man... I deserve a raise. Why four? GBS: One t' arrest him, th' other three to carry his oranges. [Stevens slaps Julio on the back and laughs hard.] GBS (laughing): Wasn't that good? Come on Jew-lee-oh! Ah thought ya'd like that! JG (not amused): Mister Stevens... I think you need to get to your locker room. You have a match tonight. GBS: Oh yeah! Sure! Hey lis'n. Yer a good guy there, Jew-lee-oh. Ah might need some help in th' ring t'night, fightin' big Russ Brady. Ya wanna watch mah back? JG: I couldn't. I'm working. GBS: Oh sure. Gotta make that cash ta git yer family over the river. Ah unnerstand. [Stevens gives Julio a friendly slap on the back.] GBS: Been damn nice talkin' to ya, keeeeid. Damn nice. Ya have a good time out here, 'n if ya change yer mind, drop by th' ring. [Stevens spits the tobacco out of his mouth before he enters the doors, then wipes his mouth off with his hand, and smiles at a doorman and wipes his hand off on his jacket.] [Fade back to Dirk and Jacob.] DD: HAHAHA!! MEXICAN JOKES RULE!! JR: Fans.. we here at Grand Isle Wrestling do not necessarily agree with what our employees may say on live television at our shows.. we fe- DD: Oh stop. It's no big deal. JR: No big deal? We don't have a fanbase as is.. much less if we start alienating peoples of differing origin. DD: People of differing origin? Pee Cee is for pussies. JR: [sighs] Let's go to the ring.. and Antonio Hervez for the introductions to our next contest.. |
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[Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is scheduled fer one fall.. with a twenty meenute time leemit!!! Intorducing first.. *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGG* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGG* [The church bells ring, signifying the wicked guitars and heavy drums of "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. The fans roar, the curtains open and Russ Brady slowly walks through. Brady has mid length blonde hair soaked back with sweat, icy blue eyes and could probably use a shave. Black jeans, held up by a leather belt with a silver buckle, and a sleeveless white tee shirt are Brady's battle attire, as well as black cowboy boots. His hands are heavily covered with white athletic tape. Russ stalks down the aisle, keeping his focus on the ring until he gets there. Russ walks up onto the apron, wiping his feet and ducking in, raising both hands to...uh, a pop of some sort.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at three hundred and seven pounds.. hailing from Tulsa, Oklahoma.. here is.. RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!! [He nods to the crowd as they pop. He then just eyes the entranceway.] # They judge a boy by his friends # # And all of mine are trash # AH: Ladies and gentlemen... entering the ring now, hailing from the Straight Shot Gulch and weighing in at 298 pounds... here is... [A tall, bulky man in a baseball cap, vest, and blue jeans appears behind the curtain... one fist raised lazily in the air.] AH: ... GEORGE "BUZZSAW" STEVENS!!! [The man rolls his head and stretches his arms as he walks to the ring with a cool, almost lackadaisical swagger. He sighs a bit as he reaches ringside, his baseball cap reading "Marty Lunde's Bar-B-Que" clearly visible.] # Cheap... thrills # # Don't you know I like # # Cheap... thrills # # Night after night # # Cheap... thrills # # Well if you ain't supposed ta do it I will # [He steps onto the ring apron and between the ropes, where he stands in his corner stretching, waiting for the action to start, looking uninterested and even a bit lost.] JR: Both men have made it to ringside.. and this is surely gonna be a war.. DD: These two are some big sumbitches.. and that's AFTER seeing a guy like City Jack just a little while ago. JR: Well.. both men are ready.. as we are about to- [Suddenly, the fans turn their attention to the entrance ramp!] JR: Wait a minute! There's somebody making their way out! DD: Is that who I think it is?! JR: What the hell is he doing here?! [The fans pop heel as a large man clad in black work boots, ragged blue jeans, and a white "Hardcore" Frank Anthony t-shirt slowly makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, mic in hand! The man's unruly black hair is pulled back into a pony-tail, and the smoldering cigar clenched between his teeth leaves a trail of blue-grey smoke behind him!] JR: I can't believe it! "Dirty" Doyle Woodall is here! DD: And it looks like he's got business with one of the men in that ring! [Stevens walks over to the ropes and glares at Woodall as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a mic. Woodall removes the cigar from his teeth and raises the mic...] DDW: Didn't think ya'd ever see ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya again, did ya Buzzsaw? [Stevens grabs the top rope and leans over, still glaring at Woodall...] DDW: Well, to tell ya the truth, after ya tucked yer tail and ran out o' Ay-Vee-Dubya the way ya did, ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya thought he'dn ever see yer happy ass again either. But there ya are, live and in livin' color... [Woodall points at Stevens...] DDW: ... standin' right there in that ring. Ya just don't know how much it warms the Dirty One's heart to see ya, Buzzsaw. Ya just... don't... know. [Woodall takes a couple of steps towards the ring...] JR: I guess we know why Woodall's here. DD: And George Stevens doesn't look very happy about it, either. DDW: Ya gotta know why the Dirty One's here, Buzzsaw. I believe there's a little matter you and me never got squared away back in Kentucky. Seems I recall there was just a little bit o' friction between the Buzzsaw and the Dirty One that never got resolved. And the Dirty One's court-appointed head-shrinker, she says that the way to get rid o' all this anger I got wellin' up inside me is to confront the sources o' my stress and deal with 'em face to face. [Woodall smiles...] DDW: That's one o' the little nuggets o' wisdom I picked up when I wasn't starin' at her knockers. [Breast reference pop!] DDW: So here I am, standin' right smack dab in front of a sumbitch that caused me a great deal o' stress back in Kentucky, but didn't quite have the sack to hang around 'till the fight was fought and over with. And the little head-shrinker, she calls that "unresolved conflict". See, me and you, we got us an "unresolved conflict"... [Woodall points at Stevens...] DDW: ... and the Dirty One's here to resolve it. [The crowd pops as Stevens steps back and beckons Woodall to the ring! Woodall smiles and waves Stevens off...] DDW: I believe ya got more pressin' issues to deal with at the moment, Buzzsaw. If I was you, I'd be more worried about that sumbitch standin' in the ring with ya right now than the Dirty One. But don't worry none, sunshine... [Woodall grins wickedly...] DDW: ... yer gonna git all ya can handle from ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya in that little battle royal these folks are throwin' later on tonight. [Crowd pop!] DD: What?! Woodall is in the Battle Royal!? JR: You heard what the man said! Gee-Eye-Dubya is full of surprises! DDW: So you go ahead and handle yer business with that curtain-jerker there, and the Dirty One won't bother ya none. I've waited this long to git back at ya, I can wait just a little bit longer. But make no mistake about it, Buzzsaw, the Dirty One will have his day... [Woodall's wicked smile changes to a hard stare and he points a finger at Stevens...] DDW: ... and it's gonna be the longest damned day o' yer life. [Woodall tosses the mic, glares at Stevens for a moment, then turns and disappears through the entrance curatain.] DD: What a shocker! "Dirty" Doyle Woodall is here, and he's gunning for George "Buzzsaw" Stevens! JR: Woodall is an up and coming star in this business, but Stevens is a tough customer as well! When those two go at it, it's gonna be a dogfight, you can bet on that! DD: Well, we won't have long to wait! Thank God I'm a bookie.. and the hotline number is.. JR: Oh, stop that. DD: Commentate! JR: Ladies and gentlemen.. both men in the ring are somewhat taken aback by what has just transpired.. somebody ring the bell and let's get this party started!! ---------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Match!! Russ Brady vs. George "Buzzsaw" Stevens Written By: Ryan Duffy ---------------------------------------- [DING DI-] DD: That's great, the first night and we've already broken the ring bell. Can this place get any worse? Oh, I forgot who I was sitting next to... JR: Thank you for those kind kind words Dirk. DD: All in a night's work at a place that smells like rotten pus... JR: Anyways. We're just about to start this match, as each man does some last minute stretching here. But what a surprise we just saw as "Dirty" Doyle Woodwall has made it known that he is on the roster of GIW and he's looking forward to finishin' up business with George Stevens. DD: That's great to know, just another hick looking to get even for probably something that involved his sister. But, I gotta ask you Jakey, is there anyone here who doesn't drawl when they talk? JR: Is there anyone you're not going insult? DD: I have yet to pick my favorites. [And with those words, we are off. Brady and Stevens start to circle each other, both men are about equally sized and from there they quickly lock-up! After a few moments of pushing back and forth they break the lock-up. It seems they each want to rethink their strategy, but then quickly lock-up once again.] JR: Both of these men are close to three hundred pounds... and it is showing as they just can't seem to move the other one around. DD: Sort of like the NFL. JR: Stevens drags his fingers across the eyes of Brady! They don't allow that in the NFL. DD: You've never watched a Raiders game. JR: Stevens backs up Brady with some quick punches, we knew that this one would be a brawl and here it comes. Stevens' hard shots with the rights are send Brady back up into the ropes... a big swing by Stevens... No! Brady ducks under and he fires back with some shots of his own! [The rapid fire shots back Stevens up towards the middle the ring of again. This time it is Brady who goes for the haymaker, but Stevens ducks under... Brady spins... SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK! DD: And that is the sound you hear from the forearm of George Stevens connecting with the throat of Russ Brady! JR: Big time lariat by the Buzzsaw and no one throws a lariat like a Texan... wait a second! [Brady gets back up to his feet quickly.] JR: Brady got back up! Stevens has no clue, he probably thinks that he took Brady's head off with that one. Stevens spins around... SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK! [Pop from the crowd.] JR: And there's a lariat by Brady! He clubbed the unsuspecting Stevens. DD: On the redneck scale, I give that lariat the hoot-in-anny rating. [Stevens is up to his feet with a little help by Russ Brady, of course. Brady throws Stevens into the ropes but Stevens is able to duck under the clothesline that Brady throws. Off the other side of the ropes Stevens charges at Brady, leaps into the air... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! JR: A shoulder block from Stevens and both men hit the mat with a lot of impact there! Stevens took off and that's a 300lb missile coming at you, there's no way you're going to stand on your feet. DD: In the battle of Texas and Oklahoma, Stevens is showing why Texas is always the better state. Oklahoma is just so... you know, crappy. JR: Russ Brady, his being from Oklahoma, I assume is what you're talking about? DD: No, I'm trying to place my bets up college games. I'm thinking to let it ride with Texas. JR: You always seem to amaze. DD: I do my best. [Back in the ring, Stevens is back up to his feet first and he puts the boots to Brady. With each stomp, however, it seems that Brady is able to get more and more to his feet. Stevens pulls Brady fully back to his feet and then takes his backhand and... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAP! ...smacks it across the chest! He winds up and again... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAP! ...across the chest!] JR: Brady's smiliing after those openhanded slaps across his chest! I think likes it! Stevens is taken back by this and now Brady goes on the offensive with a pair of hard rights... kick to the midsection THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUD! [Big pop from the crowd!] JR: DDT DRIVES STEVENS' FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT! DD: Dear lord you can scream loud. JR: Brady hooks the leg, this could be a quick win... ONE! TWO! TH- JR: No! Still plenty left in the tank of George Stevens. DD: Not to mention that referee Eli Francois is as blind as a bat. He probably didn't know he was in a wrestling arena in the first place. JR: Eli may be a little on the old side, but he's still a heck of a referee... DD: It still took him long enough to figure out that this place wasn't a strip club. I know it smells like one, but still... [Brady is back to his feet and he helps Stevens back up as well. He tosses Stevens into the corner and takes his shoulder and just rams it into the stomach of George Stevens.] JR: Brady is trying to get Stevens to toss his lunch with those shoulder thrusts. These two guys seem hellbent on just punishing the other man. DD: Eli needs to break this up, it's just not right. JR: How's it not right? DD: Because I have ten bucks riding on Stevens. [With Stevens bashed into the corner, Brady seems pleased and now brings him out towards the middle of the ring and folds Stevens over in half...] JR: Brady seems to be going for a powerbomb, or some other variation of one! But the question is, can he lift George Stevens!? He tries to pull him up... No! Stevens is too heavy for Brady, Brady tries for it again... No! Now Stevens stands up and he sends Brady over the his shoulder and to the mat. DD: Brady needs to keep it simple against someone of such equal size. JR: Brady is back up but Stevens is waiting for him with a volley of jabs, Brady is backing up and Stevens is letting him have it... quick lock up for Stevens and he pulls... Suplex! Stevens was able to pull Brady over the top and sent him crashing to the mat. [Brady lands but sits up holding his back in some pain. He's backed up near the corner and this gives Stevens the chance to really put the boots to him! So much so, that he backs up into the corner... well, more like pushed back into it.] DD: See, this is where that whole being from Texas thing pays off. They are so used to taking Oklahoma and just stomping the living hell out of them. JR: It might be the case right now, but I don't think you're going to keep Brady down for long. [Uh-oh pop from the crowd.] JR: George Stevens is leaving the ring, and he's going to go get himself a chair. DD: Looks like he took your advice Jake, and he's going to hit Brady with something much better. [Stevens slides back into the ring and drops the chair a few feet out in front of where Brady tries to get back to his feet using the corner ropes. Stevens grabs him by the hair and pulls him towards the chair. He doubles over Brady with a quick kick to the midsection and then sets him up for a possible powerbomb... just like Brady tried earlier.] JR: And now Stevens is looking for a powerbomb now! But instead he's going to try and slam Brady onto that folded steel chair. DD: If he hits this, you could call it a match. And you can pay me the line... JR: Stevens lifts! No! Brady is too heavy, and now Brady lifts up... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [CROWD POP!] JR: Brady drops Stevens right across that steel chair! Stevens' plan backfired as Brady reverses the powerbomb and drops Stevens over his shoulder... great counter there and Brady has to go for the cover here. DD: I don't think Brady even realizes what he dropped Stevens onto... he's not considering going for the cover, and that's probably because he's from Oklahoma! JR: Why are you so anti-Oklahoma? DD: The Sooners losing to OSU cost me big Jake, big! JR: Brady is back to his feet first, and now he's got Stevens by the hair.. he sends him into the ropes, here's the rebound.. SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM! [Oof!] JR: Spinebuster! Stevens gets slammed into the mat the hard way by Brady. Brady is not going for the pin, but instead it looks like he has just eyed the steel chair that Stevens brought into the ring! This could spell serious trouble for the Texan Stevens. DD: This is cheating, this is very typical of Russ Brady and people from Oklahoma! I am not shocked at all, instead... I am pretty upset that Eli the blind referee is allowing this. Even _he_ could see that this is cheating! JR: Ah shut up, Dirk. [Brady points the chair which gets a good pop from the crowd. He scoops it up and brings it over his head as he waits for Stevens to get into the best possible position for maxium damage! The crowd waits for Brady to do so... [HEEL POP!] JR: Low blow by George Stevens and Russ Brady drops the chair! Stevens put his fist right to the family jewels of Brady and that just took the man out. DD: It not only took him out, but it also will prevent an unnatural breeding between Brady and his sisters and/or cousins. JR: Stevens is back up and he hooks the head of Russ Brady... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [A collective "ouch" by the GIW crowd.] DD: DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! COVER HIM AND END THIS! JR: Here's the cover... ONE! TWO! THREE!? JR: NO! Brady gets the shoulder up somehow! Only a two count for George Stevens. DD: That was a slow count! My grandmother could have counted to ten during that and this guy can only hit two!? I'd like to apologize to the Stevens family, because their son just got robbed! JR: It was a close fall, but Brady was able to pick up his shoulder at the last moment. [Stevens is livid at the "slow" count and quickly shows his disapproval by grabbing referee Eli Francois by the shirt, of course he doesn't notice that Russ Brady has been able to get back to his feet.] DD: Good, maybe Stevens will knock some sense into Francois. JR: Russ Brady is back up and I don't think Stevens has any clue that's he about to... THHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD! [Pop from the crowd!] JR: AND BRADY JUST DUMPS STEVENS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR! DD: I don't think Brady is smart enough to realize that in fact this isn't the battle royal. I bet he'll think he's won now. JR: No, it looks as if Brady is following Stevens to the outside of the ring and now we're going to have a brawl on our hands. [To the outside we go. Brady picks up Stevens by the head once again and quickly slams it right into the side of the ring! Stevens' head bounces right back up and Brady takes him by the head over to the guardrail and slams him once again face first! The crowd gathers around where Stevens and Brady are standing] JR: Brady is giving Stevens the tour of the Sand Dollar Marina! Stevens is out on his feet and once again Brady goes to slam his head... no! Stevens blocks the attempt and now he's the one that slams Brady facefirst into the guardrail! DD: Stevens didn't like the tour... JR: Stevens picks up Brady in a bearhug... but he isn't going for the submission here, Stevens slams Brady back first into the guardrail and look how far it gets pushed back! That's nearly six hundred pounds of force. DD: Are you using a physics formual there Jake? JR: No, just adding their weight. DD: Well if you knew anything... JR: And again Stevens picks up Brady and he slams him back first into the side of the ring! The ring shook, I swear it shook from that impact. DD: That's because it's a cheap ass ring. JR: It's not that bad. [Stevens has Brady down to his knees after the sudden back shots... this gives him the chance to head on over to the corner of the guardrailing and he starts to pull at it!] JR: What the hell is he doing? DD: It appears that he's trying to get himself a piece of the guardrail to use on Russ Brady. And come to think of it, that's a really good idea... JR: Stevens yanks free a section of that steel guardrail... this can't be good for Brady. He's got it high over his head and it seems like he's going to just toss it onto Brady for good measure here... CCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHH! [FACE POP!] JR: SPEAR! BRADY WITH A SPEAR INTO THE STOMACH OF STEVENS! DD: And the guardrailing goes sailing... dammit, it didn't hit anyone. If I was a gambling man, wait.. I am a gambling man, nevermind. JR: We're lucky it didn't anyone, but now Brady's got Stevens to the ground and he's just punching away like a madman! Brady with the stiff shots and mercifully he gets back to his feet and brings Stevens up with him. DD: We need some security down here, because some creatons might get through that gapping hole in the guardrail and try to touch me. JR: I don't think anyone would want that. DD: Damn right, have you seen the skanks here? CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH! [Brady clears the fans out of the way as he tosses George Stevens to where the guardrailing was and into the first few rows of chairs instead!] JR: Oh my! George Stevens just took out the first three rows of chairs! DD: See now all of this needs to be stopped. We need to promote _quality_ wrestling. JR: I don't want to be the one to tell either of these guys to bring it back into the ring and clean it up. You can. DD: Hell no, I'm not nuts. JR: Stevens is now taking a seat in the third row as he tries to bring himself back to his feet! And now Brady wants to keep taking it to Stevens, you can't let him rest for a moment as this match has been pretty much back and forth to this point. DD: This is the match that Stevens wanted to fight... we're in what would be a crappy bar and he's fighting. [Brady heads over, but Stevens leaps off of the chair and connects with a hard right! Brady is taken back and now Stevens goes takes Brady through the crowd of people that have gathered around of these two... Stevens has to actually shove some out of the way due to the lack of security and now near the wall of the round shaped Sand Dollar Marina, Stevens takes Brady by his head and.... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAP! JR: Brady's body just bounced off of that concrete wall! Again Stevens with the toss... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAPPP! DD: That is just awesome! George Stevens is making Russ Brady his bitch here tonight! JR: I wouldn't go that far, Dirk. This has been back and forth mat.. brawl. DD: You were going to say match, weren't you? JR: Only for a moment Dirk. DD: Five bucks says you'll call it a match one more time before it's over. JR: And as we now get a good shot of Russ Brady, we can see that he's been busted open a little bit. But I don't think that'll only make him a little more angry! Stevens picks up Brady once again and he takes him the other way.... CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHH! [HUGE HEEL POP!] DD: Oh man! That was even better! JR: And now it's Stevens who sends Brady into the rows of chairs! They have managed to destroy one of the sections completely! It's going to take these people some time to reset up the seating arrangment. DD: But it does not matter, because Stevens is kicking Brady's ass. [Brady tries to pull himself out of the pile of chairs that he was pretty much buried in! Stevens is over there quickly and helps Brady to his feet some. It seems that Stevens has his eyes on that pile of chairs as he picks up Brady.] JR: Stevens scoops up Brady over his shoulder... where's he going to dump him?! DD: Right onto those chairs! JR: No! Brady wrestles out of it and ends up in back of George Stevens... Stevens spins around... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAP! [CROWD POP IN FAVOR!] JR: AND BRADY SENDS STEVENS FACE FIRST INTO THE WALL! DD: Unfair! That's cheating somehow, you can't do that in this match! JR: Ah-ha! You said match! DD: See, that's where I just tricked you Jakey, it doesn't matter if I say it, it only mattered if _you_ said it. So pay up. JR: Brady now with Stevens by the back of the head and he starts to take him around the back wall and it seems as if they are heading towards the bar! Ah yes, the Sand Dollar bar... DD: So that's who has been feeding these mutants alcohol all night long! [The two head over to where the bar is, and in typical Okalhoma/Texas fashion the two start to brawl right out in front of the bar... the crowd parts as the two start to duke it out back and forth some.] JR: Both men have taken this into a bar brawl... which seems to fit both men. Stevens for the haymaker... no! Brady throws Stevens right into the bar instead! DD: Get that man a drink. JR: This brawl started in the ring, but has made its way around the Sand Dollar Marina to the bar. [Brady slams Stevens into the wooden bar face first a couple of times and then says something to someone standing behind the bar.] JR: What's he doing here? DD: I don't know, but they just passed him a beer... JR: Russ Brady has that beer in hand, maybe he was thirsty after all of this brawl... [Brady holds the beer up after taking a quick chug... getting the rallying approval of the crowd!] DD: That's great... send the message to all the kids at home that drinking is good. JR: Since when do you care about kids? DD: I am a man of many layers Jake... many layers. [Brady takes the beer and now smashes it over the head of George Stevens! The crowd roars as Stevens stumbles trying to get beer out of his eyes.] JR: And now it looks as if Brady is ready to start bringing him back towards the ring as he starts to guide Stevens towards the aisle area. DD: See look, those people are touching George Stevens this is just not right Jake. JR: You have a weird train of thought there Dirk. Brady just whips Stevens right into the guardrail that lines the entrance aisle! Stevens smashes back first across the steel, and here comes Brady... SLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAMMM! [HEEL POP!] DD: Great move there. JR: George Stevens somehow ducks down and Russ Brady goes over the top and smacks the concrete floor! Stevens now steps over the guardrail and he starts to stomp away at Russ Brady some more... he needs to bring him back into the ring and he needs to somehow get this victory. [Stevens picks up Brady, but Brady isn't out of it yet. Once again, the two start to exchange shots... lefts and rights fly, but neither man is able to take to the advantage.] JR: The punches are flying, but there's just one problem... they're not heading towards the ring, instead these two men are headed back towards the entrance way! I don't think they even care, they just want to pummel the other man as much as possible here. DD: It's good to see that George Stevens throughly dominated here tonight, and I want to claim this one as a victory... JR: The match isn't over yet! DD: I think it is. [The two exit through the entrance way once again... the entire time they slug it out, both men busted open, but that didn't seem to matter. It looks like referee Eli Francois is going to call this one a draw.] JR: What a brawl!! What a night of action!! DD: Shill. JR: Damn right I'm shilling! We've rocked the house all night long.. and we now approach the crowning of our first champion ever! DD: The Television title.. big deal! JR: It is to those in the back. This title will be defended once every show.. that means a ton of TV time and exposure. Let's get this party started. DD: Alright.. MC Hammer. JR: MC Hammer?! DD: You heard me midget man. JR: [sighs and quickly tries to change subject] Well fans.. what a night we've had so far.. so before we go to the battle royal invitational for the Television title.. let's hear from a few of the entrants.. starting with Shane Destiny. DD: Oh god.. do we have to? [Welcome to the Sand Dollar Marina. Specifically, the Cargo Stationing Area. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny has arrived for his upcoming booking with GIW a couple of days early, and has Roxie in tow, as they are being given a tour of the place by a weathered-looking attendant. Roxie doesn't appear to be exactly thrilled to be here, as she sports a distressed expression on her face. Destiny, however, has a simple, blank look on his face. The attendant points to an area known as "The Pit".] ATTENDANT: And right there, that's the pit. That's where they're going to put the ring, and the seating. 2SD: Ya sure? That's awfully small. ATTENDANT: That's what they told me, kid. [Destiny nods, and walks over to the area. Roxie, meanwhile, complains.] ROXIE: Shane, can we _please_ get out of here? This place smells! [Destiny doesn't even glance back.] 2SD: Don't worry, honey, we're almost done. Besides, get used to it. We're gonna be here for a long time on the first. [Destiny continues his inspection of the area.] 2SD: So, do ya know what they've got me doin'? They told me they'd let me know when I got here, but I ain't seen hide or hair of them promoters. ATTENDANT: What'd you say your name was? [Destiny glances up.] 2SD: Shane Destiny. My nickname's "Sweet Dreams". [The attendant snorts.] ATTENDANT: "Sweet Dreams", y'say? 2SD: Yeah. ATTENDANT: Y'got a reason for having such a queer nickname? [Destiny glares a hole through the attendant.] 2SD: Tell ya what -- come see the show on the first. Ya might just understand then. Now, do y'know what they've got me doin'? ATTENDANT: Well, there's something about a battle royal with the whole group of you folks. Other than that, all I see is your name at the bottom of the flyer. 2SD: Ya just wait, old man. Soon enough, I'll be at the top of that flyer. [Roxie stamps her foot.] ROXIE: SHANE! Let's go! 2SD: Alright, alright, calm yerself. [Destiny exits the pit, and places an arm around Roxie's neck and shoulders, hugging her close.] 2SD: A battle royal. [Destiny grunts, as he and Roxie exit the building. The attendant scratches his head.] ATTENDANT: I still say he's got a queer nickname. [Fade.] DD: FLAMER!!!! JR: DIRK!! DD: What? JR: Don't you remember Destiny back in Paradise Valley? DD: Ah, I thought he looked familiar.. he had some talent if I recall correctly.. but, he's still a bit on the queer side. JR: He's got a valet. DD: Yeah.. well, wasn't Elton John married at some point? JR: Point taken. Anyhow.. let's now here some thoughts from a relative newcomer to wrestling as a whole.. here is Ryan Faith. DD: Cool name. [A generic GIW backdrop. Standing in front of this backdrop, is a newcomer to the world of wrestling. His young face, slightly covered by his shaggy hair. He stands there, cracking his knuckles. He is fully attired in his wrestling gear which consists of just his blue jean shorts and black boots. He looks nervous... but manages to compose himself before he speaks.] RF: This is just how I expected it to be. The tension and the drama, and the excitement, just running through my veins. Man, I tell you, this is going to be crazy stuff. GIW... [Faith smiles] RF: And my first match there is a Royal Rumble to crown the first GIW Television Champ. You'd think I would be nervous. But I'm not. You would think that the pressure would be eating away at me. But its not. I may be young, but I know what I want. I know how I want to get it. My folks back at home, are still calling my crazy for packing up my bags and traveling down here to wrestle for the GIW. They dont think I'm strong enough to handle this. They think their poor lil' boy ain't gonna make it big. That I'm just going to get lost in a sea of wrestlers, and that I wont be able to swim out of it. They think I'm gonna drown. [Faith sighs visibly] RF: Screw that. They wanna watch me, great for them. They wanna wait to see me fail, cool. But they are just gonna have to keep waiting and waiting and waiting. Because Ryan Faith isn't about to lose. Ryan Faith isn't about to fail. Hell, Ryan Faith is going to excel. [smiling] RF: I'm going to be everything I told them I was going to be. And well, maybe I'll just have to walk out of the arena as the GIW Television Champion to prove that point. So many questions.... so many possibilities. But I'm willing.... Is everyone else willing... [pause] RF: To test their faith? [Fade] JR: Ryan Faith seems ready to prove everybody wrong.. including his parents. DD: He's got the fire in his eyes Jake.. I'd saay he's ready to take the bull by the horns and run ut of here as the Television champion. JR: Is he your odds on favorite? DD: Hell no. He's a good choice.. but I have a feeling there's gonna be a surprise or two in this event.. and I'm not picking anybody.. until the time is right. JR: Sounds like a cowardly way out. DD: A coward with cash.. call me that if you must. We got anymore promos to run? JR: as a matter of fact we do.. and this one comes from a man who held the only title won in the last run of the glorious Longhorn Wrestling Council.. DD: Goddamn did that place rule. JR: I agree.. so without furtherado.. let us take you to.. city Jack. DD: City Jack! He's one fat mofo! [A kind of grainy, wobbly shot of a small apartment complex somewhere on the Grand Isle. A couple of movers go from a van to the apartment with some boxes and such as a fairly large man sort of oversees the operation... Though, all this guy does is give some small talk to the two movers as they pass by. With the movers done, the large fellow pats them on the back... and gives them some money, of course, with the goodbyes as they leave. CJ: You all have a good day there now. Thanks for the handles on the job! [Nope, guess there's no "Movers Inc." tagteam coming to GIW then... Instead, though, the large man turns around to show a somewhat familiar face to some Kentuckians & extreme southern Texans. He's got a big frame in that it's wide... very wide. He's also got strongy black hair, a neatly kept beard, and some sweat all over his face and on his too-tight T-shirt & jeans.] CJ: Ain't that somethin'? Just some years ago, I was doing that type of work too. So I know what those guys go through, having to haul all sort of things everywhere and anywhere. It's a killer on that back of mine, I say. [The man nods.] CJ: Ah, where'm at? I'm here acting like you all out there know a lick of me and myself. Maybe some you do, but I do highly doubt that much. [The man cracks a smile to the camera.] CJ: Well, for starters, the name's City Jack. How I got that name? Well, that's a time and place for somethin' interesting, I can say. But not now. I need to get some good background on you folks before I even get into any of that story, you hear? [Jack chuckles a bit to himself before looking around what seems to be his new home.] CJ: Grand Isle, huh? I never done lived on an island before. Always a land-locker myself. I don't even think my toes touched the ocean until this past summer! [City chuckles a bit louder, grabbing his belly in the process.] CJ: It's time for a new change, place, and name, huh? It's not matter for me, mind you all, but quite a move the past couple months, got to say so. From wheeling my way down from the good home of Kentucky to that hot, hot place of south Texas, now to this nook of sea. I can tell you what, it's been a tiring pace for this ol' sob. [Jack looks around for a bit as he continues.] CJ: This place, though, it's no different from where I've been, how I've lived, how I've seen things. Same place, just with the name a little different from the rest. Same small homes, same nice people, and same nice weather. [City Jack spots and sits down on a crate, and exhales as he does.] CJ: Whoao, I needed that... I done needed a good sit after all this... I tell you, I am one hard workin' fellow, but it's nothing without a fine rest like now. [Jack takes out a napkin and wipes his brow.] CJ: It might not be that hot right now, but I am sweatin' like a pig, aren't I? Whoao, it's just tough out here too. But I can sweat it, don't worry... I can sweat it... [Jack nods as he stuffs his napkin back into his shirt pocket.] CJ: Yeah, I can sweat this. I've been sweating larger thing than some heat, I know that. I've been sweatin' things none of you all out there could even imagine, that's how much experience I've got in this whole world. And mind you, I say world and not "profession" cause I've done more things than just some grappler. But you all'll hear about that in much due time, I do say. [Jack nods.] CJ: If there's one thing I know, it's work. I've seen all types, been in all types, and boy do I got some stories for you. Maybe... Yeah, maybe I should tell one just now, a little intro maybe for you all to hear? [Jack smiles.] CJ: Yeah, sounds good to me. Relates a little to this GIW here and that there match of everybody going around. You see, there was this time I was going around my old hometown - Liberty, Kentucky. Just gotten a job of cabbie. Now maybe to you big city folk out there, that's nothing special. In Liberty though? Yeah, I was the cab, the only cab out there. Now this was all before I got into this fighting deal, mind you. [Jack gives a slight nod.] CJ: Now I went around and around and around, lookin' for a couple riders for some money. Now if there's one thing that wouldn't work in Liberty, it was a cab. Just imagine people asking for a ride down the other side of town when you could easily peddle you're own feet down there anyway. But I kept goin' at it. Didn't get one rider for four whole weeks. The only cash I was getting was the change from the cash I paid for the gas. [City Jack laughs a bit at that.] CJ: After all that trouble and all that time, I finally got one rider: a little ol' lady who needed to get to the outskirts there. I can tell you, that was one of the lightest days ever as I finally found a little area to use that cab to work. After that, word of mouth spread like all fire and I was runnin' one damned good operation there. I was out doin' the bus for a period of time. [Jack pauses and smiles a bit at his past.] CJ: Now, 'course it all ended that day when I done wrecked the front of the cab... and the back, but that's not something to go into right now. No, no, the story there was just how I am. I don't know, maybe I be failing left and right in that first show on yonder down this Isle, maybe the next five, six, seven shows. But City Jack? [Jack gives a slight nod/turn of the head.] CJ: He'll keep workin' away until he's got what he wants. TV gold? Maybe. All those fans screaming like mad? Maybe. Total domination of all them other fighters? Maybe. Just as long as this ol' sob keep duking it forward, I'll be sure to get what I want. [Jack smiles and nods before rising from his crate.] CJ: Now, though, it's time for me to reayd for this home of mine. I done seen it once and... Ha, can't say much nice yet. Maybe next time. But remember fans, this weekend, come on down and see City Jack do his thing and work his way... Heh, to whatever goal I want. [Jack nods again, this time with a wave, as he enters his new building before the shot cuts away.] DD: He sweats just from standing! This guy is a riot! JR: I don't think that's comedy. DD: Fat people ARE comedy! JR: Real nice Dirk, real nice. DD: Hey.. I've seen city Jack work in LWC.. I know he can hang with the best.. that.. makes it that much funnier really. JR: Fans.. what a night of action we've had here tonight.. first we saw Jaime roth with an impressive debut win over the equally impressive youngster in Donnie White.. then we saw a cheaters dream as Bobby Ray Wilkins beat the ageless Scott Von Braun.. DD: Who? JR: Scot- DD: I know! I was just doing my clever Bobby Ray Wilkins impersonation. JR: Good God. And fans.. then we witnessed what was just a menacing brawl between Russ Brady and George Stevens and I gotta believe that if they tangle tonight in the rumble.. sparks will fly again. DD: and what about that DeFay guy's prophecy or whatever.. and that guy on the opening of the show? JR: I don't know what to tell you.. all I can say is that there are thirteen slots in the rumble.. so.. expect thirteen people. DD: Wow.. thanks captain. JR: Shut up.. or better yet.. let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the introductions.. |
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-------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: MAIN EVENT!!! 13 Man Royal Rumble for the GIW Television Title! Written By: Mike Gilliland -------------------------------------------------- AH: Ladies and gentlemen.. it is time for our Main Event of the evening!! [POP!!] And it is for the Grand Isle Wrestling Television Title!! [POP!] Thirteen men have randomly chosed a number ranging from one to thirteen.. and the first two will start out in the ring.. after five minutes of action.. the third man will come out.. and a person will follow every two minutes after that!! To be eliminated.. you must be knocked over the top rope and both feet must hit the floor.. and the last man standing in the ring.. is declared the victor!! DD: Blah blah blah.. get on with it.. or at least yell "Da Plane! Da Plane!" JR: Heh.. that was pretty good. AH: Introducing the man who drew number one!! [The grinding, crunching sounds of "Down On Me" by No One fill your mind, as we see "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny making his way to the ring, followed closely by Roxie. Dressed in black canvas pants held up by a white cow-spotted belt and black wrestling boots, he quickly walks down to the ring, not even acknowledging the crowd. He wears a black bandana under his hair, and his wrists are covered with black electrical tape. He gives Roxie a kiss before he climbs into the ring, as his music fades.] AH: Here is "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY!!! DD: Ouch. Destiny drew number one.. and that can't bode well for the juniorheavyweight. JR: Cleverly said. DD: I'm a clever man. But look at Rocks-E.. I'd like to bury my face in her jigglies. JR: Stop it! DD: I'd never. JR: Well.. Destiny drew number one.. so let's see who drew number two. AH: And the man who drew number two!! [And now, Slaughter's "Up All Night."] # UP ALL NIGHT, SLEEP ALL DAY! # [Suddenly, a cheap-sounding static effect is heard, and "Chemical" by No One begins booming over the PA to a mixed pop.] # It's hard to percieve my mind is at ease # # It's hard to believe I don't feel a thing # # Am I wrong to reveal such bliss that ain't real # # How can I keep it if I'm taking over me # # Down into this moment # # Now the chemical is taking over # # The inside and out of me # # I keep telling me this is a reality # # I see it, I feel it # # Now the world is changing around me # # Was it once a place I could keep? # # I try to walk away, but I can't! # [Out from the back comes none other than Mr. Ex-Freak-and-Geek, Jamie Roth, accompanied by the lovely Angie. Roth is clad in his usual ring attire -- carbon-colored tights with flames going up the side of each leg, white boots, and white athletic tape around his wrists -- while Angie is in a black babydoll "Generation Rx" tee and a pair of grungy-looking flared jeans. Her long, auburn hair is let down.] AH: Here is.. JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! # What's inside my brain? # # What's breakin' me down? # # What's inside this # # Raging chemical? # [Roth, blonde-highlighted brown hair spiked and all, strides towards the ring, flanked by Angie. As Jamie makes his way towards the ring, he high-fives any fan willing to accept, as well as messing up some 5-year old kid's hair a bit. Angie simply blows kisses and waves at the horndogs in the Sand Dollar Marina. Jamie slips into the ring underneath the bottom rope as Angie remains on the outside, applauding her own human work-in-progress. Jamie simply hops onto the ropes, holding his balance with his legs and an arm, while the other is raised in the air, throwing up the "devil" sign.] DD: WOOOOO!!! This douche bad drew humber two!! All is right in the Grand Isle.. all is right!! JR: You sure don't like this kid. DD: He's a moron who likes outdated and utterly crappy music.. what is there to like about him? JR: His wrestling ability.. hell.. he outwrestled the guy who kinda dug in Donnie White earlier tonight.. DD: So? The sun shines on a dog's ass every once in a while. JR: but check this out.. we got two of our juniorheavies kicking it off for a good five minutes of what should be a hotly contested exchange.. what a way to kick off the rumble. DD: If you say so. [DING! DING! DING!!] JR: And here we go!! Destiny and Roth circling each other now.. and into a collar and elbow tie-up.. Destiny backing Roth into the ropes.. irish whip by Destiny, reversed by Roth! Roth leaps over the incoming Destiny.. springboard backelbow, caught by Roth! German sup-, blocked by Sweet Dreams! Backelbow! And another frees Destiny! Hiptoss sends Roth to the mat! Quickly back up.. [Thud!] And down again courtesy of a Japanese armdrag! Both up.. and a standoff! [The crowd pops nicely for a good earlier exchanges by the cruisers. They both clap and start to circle again.] DD: Destiny outclassed Roth right there.. he's just the better man. JR: And you can tell that how? DD: I'm an ex-bookie.. I know a thoroughbred when I see one Jake.. and I also know a dead horse.. and Roth is certainly said dead horse. [Well.. during Davidson's diatribe.. they have converged into a lock-up.. Roth gaining the upperhand by getting Destiny in a wristlock.] JR: Destiny tapping that arm and grimacing in pain here.. wait! Forward roll.. kip up.. and reversal by Destiny!! [Thud! Pop!] But a quick hook kick catches Destiny right in the jaw! Clever move by the youngster! DD: Lucky, lucky move! JR: Destiny right back up.. and a BIG DROPKICK SENDS DESTINY STUMBLING BACK!! AND THROUGH THE ROPES!! [Many pop as they believe there was an elimination..] DD: HAHAHA!! Stupid people.. gotta go OVER the top rope.. not through the ropes! JR: That is right.. Destiny is in bad shape on the floor as he's gathering his senses after that picture perfect sent him barreling out to the concrete. DD: Maybe Roth with do a over the top rope plancha.. go for it kiddo!! [What a dick. However.. Roth does seem to be eyeing Destiny up on the outside..] JR: Oh.. I hope he doesn't forget the rules here. DD: Go for it junior! JR: Destiny back to his feet.. holding that guardrail.. [crowd murmurs and rises] and Roth looks like he's going to take it to the air!! Off the far ropes he goes.. INCOMING!! [Roth gains a full head of steam.. and propels himself between the middle and top rope..] [CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!] [BLOODTHIRSY POP!!!] DD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: He missed!! Roth went for a suicide dive!! But he hit nothing but guardrail!! Headfirst into the guardrail!! Destiny saw it coming the whole way!! DD: Wow.. these two wanna kill themselves right from the get-go.. seems fine with me. JR: Well.. I guess they figure they got five minutes to strut their stuff.. go for broke. DD: Broke is right.. like Roth's neck perhaps. [Destiny wastes no time picking up Roth and rolling him back into the ring.. quickly hopping onto the apron and climbing the ropes.] JR: Destiny perched up high on the turnbuckle.. liftoff! [THUD!] JR: And he lands a picture perfect flying legdrop on the back of Roth's neck!! The youngster is reeling on the mat clutching that neck! DD: What a clever opportunist! Destiny quickly up now.. lifting that cumpstain to his feet.. JR: Irish whip by Sweet Dreams.. big clothesline, ducked by Roth! Roth off the far ropes.. on the retur- [THUD! Pop!] and caught with a big overhead belly to belly by Destiny!! He almost threw Roth over that top rope but he bounced off and back into the ring unceremoniously!! DD: OK.. Shane Destiny is quickly getting into my Cool Book. JR: Why's that? DD: Like you have to ask.. because anybody who tosses this two bit ass nugger around is cool with me. [That's right. Now Destiny lifts Roth to his feet.. and points to the outside of the ring that entices many drunken fans to scream out obscenities and bloodthirty poppage!] DD: Yeah! Get that buttpuppet out of here! JR: Destiny very methodical right now as he's trying to pick Roth up and over that top rope.. [Pop!] but roth won't go quietly!! Roth is fighting him off!! Backelbow staggers Sweet Dreams! Left! Left! And a big righthand by Roth sends Destiny to the mat!! Destiny right up!! [Thud!] And right into a DDT!! DD: Damnit!! I hate this punk!! [Yes, yes he does. Must be his distaste for bands like Mr. Big and Nelson. Anywho.. Roth grabs the right leg of Destiny.. lifts it into the air.. and drives it into the mat that has Destiny reeling on the mat holding that knee.. effectively buying Roth a much needed breather.] DD: Cheater! JR: Um, what?! DD: That's cheating in my book. JR: And what book is that pray tell? DD: The Book of Ass Whuppery! JR: Riiiiiight. AH: THIRTY SECONDS!! [The crowd pops for the announcement of another contestant soon to come. With that, Roth picks up Destiny and locks him in a front chancery.] JR: Vertical suplex by Rot, but Destiny slides down the back!! Destiny quick to attack with a rear waistlock pushing Roth into the ropes.. rolling reverse cradl-, but Roth holds onto the ropes!! Destiny rolls through.. Roth turns to mee- [THWACK!!!] and WHAT A SUPERKICK BY SHANE DESTINY!! DD: Did you hear that impact?! Sheeeit. That had to hurt. JR: Thanks captain obvious. DD: Lemme do the sarcasm.. stick with what you are good at.. being a little girl. JR: Excuse me? [Roth is on his stomach on the mat.. just holding his face.. as Destiny takes this time to wink to his valet Roxie at first.. then moves over towards the legs of Roth.. grabbing them both into some sort of human wheelbarrow looking position.] DD: That don't look right. JR: I agree. Some sort of wheelbarrow.. Destiny lifts.. [THUD!! POP!!!] and sitdowns into an INVERTED SITDOWN POWERBOMB!! Face on mat.. full impact!! DD: Awesome!! He's knocking the sheeit out of this mongoloid! JR: Man dirk.. chill with the derogatories. DD: You know what.. you can kiss my as- [Dirk is luckily cut off by Hervez who stands outside the ring.] AH: Introducing.. the man who drew number three!! [POP!! just for a new face mentioned.] [The house speakers blast out the opening guitar sounds of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality", as the fans start to slightly boo.] [After a few seconds, the curtain opens... and out steps a youngster who looks like he's still waiting on puberty to run it's course. A black man, standing around 5'10" or so... hardly developed muscularly yet. But the one feature that stands out? He's got blonde hair.] AH: Ladies and gentlemen... this is "ATOMIC BLONDE" DONNIE WHITE!!!! DD: DONNIE!!!! JR: Settle down ringrat. DD: Don't you EVER call me that again Jake.. never! JR: Destiny not paying any attention to White who's quickly making his way to the ring as he lifts Roth back to his feet on the farside of the ring.. White up onto the apron now.. [With that Destiny backs Roth into the far ropes.. and goes with an irish whip..] JR: Whip reverse by Roth! Here comes Destiny!! DD: Here comes Donnie!! [THWACK!!! MIXED POP!!!] DD: OUCH! JR: Destiny just ran right into a springboard dropkick from the Atomic Blonde!! All impact!! [White gets immediately up and points to his head with a cocky smile.. apparently he's forgotten about someone!] DD: Damnit! Turn around Donnie!! [He does..] [TTTTHUUUUUUUD!!!! POP!!!] JR: WHAT A SPEAR BY JAIME ROTH!! THAT HAS ANGIE JUMPING UP AND DOWN.. AND THE CROWD ONTO IT'S FEET!! [White struggles but makes it back to his feet rather quickly using the ropes as Roth eyes him up..] DD: Watch out Donnie!! JR: Roth charges in.. with a big clotheslin-, no! White ducks and flips Roth up and OVER THE TO-, No! [Pop!] Roth lands on the apron!! White with a big haymaker, but Roth ducks under and slides back under the bottom rope!! Quick rear waistl, [OHH!!] but Donnie White goes low with a backkick to the groin!! DD: Right in the nuggets! The jewels! The faba beans! [Roth holds his groin as he slowly starts to backpedal away from the ropes.. giving Donnie White an idea.. methinks.] JR: White's eyeing Roth up for something here.. what exactly I do not know.. but it can't bode well for the young Jaime roth. DD: Stop using the word young and youngster.. all three of these guys are youthful.. you are confusing even me and I'm sitting next to you. JR: Point taken. Anyhow.. White now faces out towards the crowd holding that top rope.. he jumps.. [A few flashbulbs.] [Thud! Pop!] JR: What a nice springboard moonsault onto the standing Jaime Roth by the Atomic Blonde!! Right on the money he was! DD: See.. this guy has skills.. and he's got a bright future in this business.. and I think he has a good shot at going all the way here! JR: Is he your bet. DD: Nah. [Through all this.. Destiny has quietly creep his way behind White who has gotten back to his feet and smiling with his pearly white towards the crowd..] DD: Destiny! JR: Shane Destiny is up and right behind Donnie White.. and he doesn't even know it!! Donnie turns! [THUD!!!! POP!!!!] JR: HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX BY DESTINY!! WHITE RIGHT BACK UP.. AND RIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF DESTINY!! DESTINY LOCKS HIS HEAD IN WHITE'S ARMPIT.. [THUD!!!!!] AND A HUUUUUUUUGE RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX KEEPS THE ATOMIC BLONDE DOWN!! DD: He's a proverbial house of fire! AH: TEN SECONDS!! JS: White is down! Roth is trying to rise to his feet and is on his knees! And Destiny is just eyeing the entranceway! Who's gonna come out from behind the curtain! Who's number four! DD: We are about to find out the answer to said question little man! AH: Introducing the man who drew number four!! ["Classical Gas" by Chet Atkins plays as City Jack strides on through the entrance. At the top of the aisle, he raises his arms and points out as the crowd gives a decent pop as a little clan recognizes him from the past. He wears a dark brown wrestling singlet that has a blue stripe down the side of each leg and also has a red T-shirt that just fits over his torso. Jack moves his way down the path, shaking the hands of whomever he can reach to in time as he passes, nodding and smiling to them all. City Jack finally makes his way to the steps and starts walking up them, giving a little shoulder shake with each step. He gets to the ring as Antonio makes the intro.] AH: Here is.. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!! [City Jack gets into the ring.. a monster among the three other juniors.. but that matter none to Destiny who charges right at him!] DD: Here comes Destiny! Big right, blocked by City Jack.. and a big elbow to the head drops Destiny to the mat! JR: Here comes Roth! Big elbow send him to the mat as well! The fans are cheering like mad for the big man as White is to his feet.. White charges [Thud! Pop!] and gets sent to the mat with another big elbow to the skull! City Jack is cleaning house! [The fans pop big as the big man let's out a big yell to entice the crowd as they absolutely dig City Jack. He walks over to White and picks him up to his feet.. quickly locking him in a Bearhug.] DD: Oh no! The fat bastard has White in a bearhug! He'll break his ribs!! Let go fat bastard, let go! JR: Stop calling him that! DD: Why? Isn't this the guy from Austin Powers 2? JR: NO! DD: Striking resemblance. [Meanwhile.. City Jack has that bearhug cinched in deep as White yells out in pain.. little does he know that this is actually a set-up for City Jack's marquee finishing manuever.. the Metroboom.] JR: City Jack has him set for the ride.. the Metroboom belly to belly must be on deck as he seems to be positioning himself closer to the ropes.. oh lord.. is he gonna belly to belly White out to the floor?! DD: Christ! JR: City Jack is set.. and he hur-, no! [Boo!] Destiny stopped the belly to belly by clubbing City Jack in the side of the face! Now he's raining down clubbing right across the back of the big man!! And here comes Roth!! Both men are just clubbing city Jack as much as they can! But the big man won't go down! [Pop!!] DD: Damn him! JR: Big forearm smash drops Roth like a bad habit! [BOOOO!!] DD: DESTINY!!! Shane rocked him in the cock!! JR: DIRK! DD: Cock as in rooster! JR: Far.. far stretch! DD: That's what your mom says too! [Meanwhile.. City Jack was hunched over by the groin kick.. as Donnie White gets back to his feet.. looking at Destiny before they both get the big man straight up..] JR: Double irishwhip.. City Jack off the far ropes.. [Thud!] and a double dropkick sends the big man staggering back into the ropes!! Roth is up!! He's eyeing the big man.. DD: Don't let this punk eliminate City Jack guys! Get him for yourselves.. make a name for yourselves!! JR: Roth seems to be telling White and Destiny that he's got City Jack under control! Here comes Roth! [As Roth sprints towards City Jack.. Jack hops forward in a surprise for Jaime roth.. quickly using the young man's momentum to throw him hurtling backwards.. And over the top rope.. CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: My God. JR: City Jack just belly to belly suplexed Jaime Roth OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OFF THE GODDAMN GUARDRAIL!! DD: And the fans love him for it! Hell.. I'm all for that!! You the man!! AH: JAIME ROTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! [Angie makes here way over to the semi-conscious roth.. screaming her head off at him.. not like he can prolly hear her in the least.] DD: What a foxy bitch. JR: Roth is gone.. and White and Destiny look taken aback at the turn of events as City Jack is just glaring at them both.. [And with that.. they all charge..] [Pop!!] JR: HUGE clothesline sends but White and Destiny to the mat!! AH: TEN SECONDS!! JR: And there goes City Jack.. he's got White back to his feet and is trying desperately to get the smallest man on our roster over the top rope but White just won't go.. he's just clinging on! DD: Hold in there Donnie! Help is coming! JR: Help? DD: Well.. I can hope, right? AH: Introducing the man who drew number five!! # They judge a boy by his friends # # And all of mine are trash # [A tall, bulky man in a baseball cap, vest, and blue jeans appears behind the curtain... one fist raised lazily in the air.] AH: He is.. GEORGE "BUZZSAW" STEVENS!! [The man rolls his head and stretches his arms as he walks to the ring with a cool, almost lackadaisical swagger. He sighs a bit as he reaches ringside, his baseball cap reading "Marty Lunde's Bar-B-Que" clearly visible. The fans are booing him straight to hell.] # Cheap... thrills # # Don't you know I like # # Cheap... thrills # # Night after night # # Cheap... thrills # # Well if you ain't supposed ta do it I will # [He steps onto the ring apron and surveys the action.. checking out Destiny now clubbing City Jack to free Donnie White on the opposite side of the ring..] DD: Rock on. The Buzzsaw is here.. and things are about to pick up!! JR: I can't believe they were able to seperate Stevens and Bra- [Nope.. he can't get it out as RUSS BRADY is in a dead sprint from the curtain to the ring.. as the fans POP LIKE MAD!!] JR: BRADY! BRADY! DD: TURN AROUND GEORGE!!! TURN AROUND!!! [Stevens doesn't get into the ring as he gets thrown off the apron and to the floor by Brady! The fans are all on their feet as Brady lifts the suprised Stevens up and drops him neckfirst on the guardrail!!] [BIG FACE POP!!] DD: DAMN HIM! HE'S GOT TO WAIT HIS TURN!! JR: I think he just said damn the rules! [CCCCCCLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAANNNNNNNKKKKKKKK!!] JR: And whipped into the guardrail hard goes Stevens!! Brady is a man possessed! And I think he's gonna get into the ring now! [Meanwhile.. Destiny is working over the big City Jack while Donnie White is taking a breather.. not for long though.] JR: Brady is in the ring and has his sights locked on the Atomic Blonde! DD: Go get 'em Donnie! JR: Donnie charges.. big right! And another! and another! [POP!!] DD: Sheeit. JR: It didn't even phase the big man!! [Thud!] Oh my! He damn near took Donnie White's head off with a short arm lariat!! DD: Oh man.. that was f'n nasty!! [Thud!] JR: Whoa! Destiny just tried a frankensteiner and was planted to the mat with a powerbomb by City Jack!! [Russ Brady took notice and seems to not want to be outdone as he lifts Donnie White up to his feet.] DD: Oh lord.. please don't tell me!! JR: Russ Brady has Donnie White in a standing headscissors.. and if I was a betting man.. I'd say he was preparing to powerbomb this kid through the mat! [That he is. Brady yells out to the hungry crowd as they yell back in approval as City Jack seems to watch on..] JR: Brady lifts.. [BOOOOOOOOO!!] DD: STEVENS!!!!!! JR: Oh man! Stevens just slid into the ring out of nowhere and damn near too Brady's head off with a running lariat of his own!! DD: Stevens rules!!! [Pop!!] JR: And there go City Jack and Stevens!! Toe to toe!! Left by Jack! Left by Stevens! Right by Jack! Right by Stevens! [BOO!] DD: DONNIE WHITE!! White with a lowblow on City Jack.. man.. they are playing punching bag with Jack's sac tonight! JR: Stevens looks to take full advantage as he's got the big City Jack now locked up in a standing full nelson... DD: Full nelson.. how old school is that? I bet he taps!! JR: HIGHLY doubtful! DD: Oh man.. I don't think he's gonna stop with the full nelson!! [That's right.. Stevens somehow lifts City Jack's big frame up into the air with an impressive show of strength.. driving him forward.. TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] JR: Damn. DD: He calls that Down in Rocky Gulch!! And for those smarks watching at home.. it's also known as a lifting full nelson faceslam!! And he just did it to a three hundred plus pounder! JR: Quite an impressive show of strength I must say so myself.. [Stevens gets back up and turns.. Pop! Right into the chest of the awaiting Russ Brady!!] JR: BRADY!! Both men exchanging punch after punch after punch!! [Pop!] And so are Destiny and White!! Two pairs of men in the ring.. all four going toe to toe!! [Brady and Stevens lean along the ropes changing positions as they end up in the corner.. Stevens back to it. Brady decides to stop punching and goes for a blatent choke!! Meanwhile.. White and Destiny have worked their way into the center of the ring.] JR: Kick to the midsection staggers Destiny now.. irish whip by White.. reversed by Destiny.. AH: TEN SECONDS!! [THUD!!] DD: WOW!! What a nice flapjack into a diamond cutter by White!! And soon we get another new face! JR: Soon enough! And look at Stevens.. he's turning goddamn blue in the corner! But thank god Brady has just released the hold and is now just driving boot after boot into the face of the slumping George Stevens! DD: And look at City Jack.. dumbo is finally getting back to his feet. AH: And the man who drew number seven! [We quickly cut to the back, where "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins is still wearing his blue jeans, with a white towel around his neck, throwing a fit...] BRW: Whatcha' mean Ah go back out thar? Ah done rassled once an' whooped that summabitch's ass! Ain't no need fah me ta go out thar again! [Wilkins punches the wall.] BRW: Ah'm tryin' ta go eat some STEAK 'N TATERS~!, gawddamnit! Is this how ya treat all yer Texan stars... that's right, ya only got one, an' that's me! Y'all better respect me... good rasslers from Texas ain't e'rywhere, ya know! Ah throw tha best damned Lar'at in tha business! Can't nobody see me rassle if thar's a whole bunch o' other bastards in tha damn ring! Ah don't deserve this! Ah'm tha greatest damn wrestler ever ta step outta Texas- [Wilkins pauses...] BRW: Whatcha'll sayin' 'Kool-Aid' off camera for?! Ah ain't that colored bawh that rassles for them lil' queers in California! Ah don't drink them ghetto drinks... quit all yer damn mumblin'! [Hee.] BRW: Y'all cuttin' inta my time now, and Ah can't have that! Ah'm supposed to be eatin' some STEAK 'N TATERS right now! Just fah this, Ah'ma go out thar an' kick all yer summabitchin' asses! Get this gawddamn towel off me! [Wilkins flings the towel off his person.] BRW: This is a waste o' mah gawddamn time, and Ah'ma take it outta all yer hides! Get outta my way, bawh... Ah got somethin' ta do! [Cut back to ringside.] DD: What a shame!! They didn't even tell him he had to wrestle again!! He should win by default!! JR: Well fans.. I'm getting word that Bobby Ray Wilkins is our number seven man and any moment now he should be making his way to rin- [And he is.. as Antonio Hervez can finally attest to.] AH: Here is.. "VIOLATOR" BOBBY RAY WILKINS! [He walks out catiously from behind the curtain to a massive load of BOOS from the crowd. He takes a very very long time walking down the aisle..] DD: What a smart man.. he's gonna save himself for as long as he can! JR: He's a cheating coward! And I hope when he finally gets into the ring.. I hope somebody wails on this punk! DD: Look at Donnie White.. he's just stomping away at Destiny!! [That he is.. but let's go to city Jack who's back to his feet and working over Stevens alongside Brady.. both stomping the hell out of Stevens in the corner.] JR: City Jack backs away from the corner now as Brady raises Stevens back to his feet, letting him rest along the turnbuckle.. [Pop!!] And City Jack is pointing across the ring at Stevens.. charge!! [City Jack gallops towards Stevens who is being held back by Brady.. City Jack jumps..] [HEEL POP!!] DD: WAY TO GO STEVENS!! JR: STEVENS JUST PULLED BRADY IN THE WAY AND HIGHTAILED ALL IN ONE!! AND CITY JACK JUST SQUASHED BRADY IN THE CORNER!! CITY JACK CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! [Oh.. and by the way.. Bobby Ray Wilkins has quietly made his way to the ring.. and is walking up behind City Jack..] DD: Bobby Ray!! [Oh! Heel Pop!] DD: Groin kick to city Jack by BRW sends the big man down! [Boo!] And now he just stomped on the nuts of Brady!! Stevens is smirking and BRW has put his hand up for Stevens to clap! JR: Oh.. what a bad alliance these two could make. [Stevens goes to slap hands..] [Oh!] DD: What?! BRW just soccer ball kicked Stevens in the groin! Stevens is down! JR: I think I see a pattern. DD: Yes.. yes you do! JR: Donnie White is surveying the wreckage and is just pointing at BRW.. and Wilkins is trying to play off like he didn't do anything! DD: Watch out donnie! Behind you! [With that.. White is pushed in the back by Destiny.. sending White stumbling.. right into a GROIN KICK BY BRW!!] JR: Jesus! This is sick! DD: IT'S GREAT!! JR: Listen to the fans.. they HATE this sonofabitch.. and so do I! [Destiny charges BRW.. staggering the cowardly prick back into the ropes..] JR: Destiny is just taking it right to the groin shot master.. irish whip by Destiny, reversed by BRW!! Bobby Ray Wilkins holds it and pulls Destiny back in.. [BOOOOOOOO!! Like you didn't see it coming?] DD: Groin shot!! Down goes Destiny!! Bobby Ray wilkins has knocked everybody out with groin shots!! And where the hell is he going? JR: He's leaving I bet.. like the coward that he is. [BRW climbs through the ropes and jumps to the floor as most of the fans throw obscenity after obscenity at him.. he then gets onto the ground and starts to crawl under the ring.] DD: He's getting a table!! JR: No he's not! He's.. he's hiding!! [The fans boo madly as BRW's whole body gets engulfed under the ring.. I swear to you.. he's hiding under the ring.] DD: Hahahah! What a strategy!! He's not official gone.. he's gonna bide his time!! This man is a genius!! JR: Stevens.. Brady.. and City Jack are all coming to.. and all are looking for Bobby Ray Wilkins.. but he's gone!! He's under the ring damnit! DD: They don't have a clue! AH: TEN SECONDS!! DD: BRW is my pick to win! You heard it right here right now! Bobby Ray Wilkins will be crowned the first ever GIW Television champion! JR: Well.. if he ever comes out from his hiding place.. he's a deadman.. everybody wants him and they want him bad! DD: Maybe you are right.. but you aren't! JR: Whatever. AH: And now the man who drew number eight! [A voice rings over the PA system...] Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!" [And with that, "Lowrider" by WAR begins to play as we see "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane slowly strutting his way out from behind the curtains. He's wearing a feathered fedora hat along with a sleeveless red sequined robe over his wrestling attire. Bobbing his head to the beat of the song in a completely unrhythmic sort of way, he begins to shake his shoulders and points his fingers furiously as the trumpets blare, grooving towards the ring in a bizarre and foolish looking sort of strut. The crowd begins to boo, because...hell, he looks like a damned fool.] AH: Here is.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!! DD: This guy sure is classy! JR: He's a clown! DD: A great one. #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip with meeeee...# [As if he didn't look stupid enough already, Lane stops in front of the ring apron to sing along with his own theme music. With each chorus, he points to a section of the crowd...whom begin to throw bottles and such at him. He pulls off his robe and hands it to the ringside attendant, whips off his hat, and leaps onto the ring apron, where he...strikes a pose. He steps in.. JR: Russ Brady looks hardly amused. DD: He's gonna get his teeth kicked down his throat! JR: Lane's charging right at the big man.. [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: BIG BACK BODYDROP SENDS LANE SOMERSAULTING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE CONCRETE BELOW!!!!!!!! DD: WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!! AH: KENDRICK LANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! [Lane gets up and just starts to throw a massive fit.. stomping up and down protesting to the two security guards who are asking him to leave ringside.] DD: Look at Lane! He's beside himself! He was cheated upon! JR: My ass he was! [And all of a sudden.. Lane stops the tantrum.. composing himself right quick.. and starts to calmly walk towards the back. DD: He's a whackjob! He rules! JR: He also was eliminated in under ten seconds.. what a debut! DD: Sarcasm isn't your thing damnit! Stop! [Thud!] JR: Well.. through all the excitement.. Destiny picked up Donnie White and just absolutely planted him with an Exploder! DD: And look at the three big men all staring at one another.. something is gonna break here! [Wow.. you are right Dirk! All three men converge.. big paws just clocking each other in a three way toe to toe to toe brawl!] [Oh!] DD: Big kneelift by Stevens stops Brady in his tracks! [Thud! Pop!] JR: And a big forearm smash from City Jack backs up the Buzzsaw! City Jack grabs Buzzsaw.. irish whip.. [Thud!!] and deposits Stevens with a HUGE running forearm clothesline! But here comes Destiny!! DD: Destiny has got City Jack!! He's gonna eliminate him him!! WOOOOO!! [Maybe. See. Destiny came up from behind City Jack and has pushed him almost directly on top of the nearby top rope.. but City Jack being the balloon of a man that he is.. won't go over.] DD: Destiny needs some help damnit! [THWACK!!!!!] DD: Oh sheeit. JR: Wow! Did you hear that?! Donnie White just blasted Shane Destiny in the back of the skull with that superkick! And White is on the prowl! He's picking destiny back to his feet.. front chancery.. [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! BOOOOO!!] DD: MELTDOWN!! DONNIE WHITE HIT HIS MELTDOWN IMPLANT DDT!! JR: Wow.. and he sure did plant Destiny! I'm sure Destiny is out for the count right here! But this isn't a pinfall win here.. this i- [Rodgers cuts himself off as White gets up and turns right into Brady.. who kicks him in the gut.. and then sets him up for a piledriver..] [TTTTTTTTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDD!!] JR: THE REDNECK BY BRADY!! HIS FACEFIRST PILEDRIVER WAS RIGHT ON!! DONNIE WHITE HAS GOT TO BE OUT!! Brady isn't wasting any time here.. he's picking White back up.. [Pop!] and look at that.. he's got White bench pressed over his head! DD: What a cockgobbler. [As Brady looks for the right side to toss White out to.. George Stevens has gotten back to his feet.. as has City Jack.. Stevens makes a b-line for Brady from behind.] [BOOOOOO!!] DD: YES! Chopblock by Stevens onto Brady!! And White just landed right on the illiterate fool Russ Brady!! JR: But Stevens is in more trouble than you think! Look who's behind him! DD: NO! TURN AROUND GEORGE!! [He does..] [Pop!] JR: Big bearhug by City Jack!! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDD! POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: THE METROBOOM!! CITY JACK JUST HIT THE BELLY TO BELLY METROBOOM ON STEVENS!! AH: TEN SECONDS!! JR: Three men are absolutely laid out.. Brady is trying to shake off that chopblock while City Jack is the lone man truly standing.. and he's eagerly awaiting the next man to step out to the ring! DD: He should worry about trying to get some people out of this ring for starters.. that's how you win afterall. JR: For once.. i tend to agree with you. AH: And now the man who drew number nine!! ["Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts up as the crowd gives a decent sized pop. Scott Von Braun emerges from the entrance portal and stands at the top of the aisle for a moment as the crowd can't help but support a grizzlied-veteran of the ring wars. After a moment he starts down the aisle and towards the ring.] # Big wheels keep on turning # # Carry me home to see my kin # # Singing songs about the southland # # I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin # JR: Here comes SVB.. and he's gotta be steaming mad about his loss earlier tonight.. albeit it a cheap loss at the hands of Bobby Ray Wilkins.. and speaking of him.. is he still under the ring? DD: Damn straight he is! [SVB gets to the ring.. crawls onto the ring apron.. and steps into the ring.. him and City Jack just staring at one another. That is until Brady comes from the side..] JR: WOW! Brady from the blindside just lariated the huge City Jack inside out!! And he's just pointing at Scott Von Braun! [Pop!] DD: Von Braun just told him to bring it!! JR: There goes Brady! Both men are exchanging punch for punch!! Neither man is giving an inch!! SVB may get the upperhand here seeing that he's the fresh man in this excha- [Mixed Pop!] DD: Destiny! [Thud!] Inverted russian Legsweep on Scott Von Braun!! [Ohhh Pop!] And he just SLAPPED RUSS BRADY IN THE FACE!! [Pop!] JR: And there goes Brady.. Destiny is trying to run around the ring.. he may be too agile to catch.. Brady is closing in and.. there's Donnie White! From the blindside comes Donnie White!! [But as White comes to get Brady.. Russ apparently feels him coming.. as he turns and catches the incoming White.. and hoists him into the air..] DD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! JR: Brady has him benchpressed again!! And there he goes!!! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: DAMNIT! DAMN RUSS BRADY!! JR: Russ Brady just threw Donnie White up and over the top rope and harshly to the concrete below!! Donnie White is toast! AH: DONNIE WHITE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! [BIG TIME POP!!] DD: Screw these douche bag fans!! Goddamn inbredic imbeciles!!! JR: Settle down Dirk.. it's only one match. DD: Bleh bleh bleh! |
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| blibblab | Apr 5 2008, 12:10 PM Post #5 |
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[Meanwhile.. SVB has locked his sights on Destiny who is standing near the ropes.. hoping that Brady doesn't retake notice of him.] JR: Here comes SVB.. he's gonna take Destiny's head square off his shou- [But as SVB comes in with a lariat Destiny quickly ducks and flips up SVB..] JR: Oh my God! [THUD!!] DD: YES!! YES!! THE OLD TIMER IS GONE!! AND HE'S GONNA BE SOOOOOO PISSED OFF!! JR: Damn.. he made one mistake.. going for the kill and it cost him! Destiny ducked and sent Von Braun up and over that top rope and to the floor! AH: SCOTT VON BRAUN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! [Boo!] JR: People dig Scott Von Braun.. but tonight just wasn't his night. DD: He sucks. JR: Oh.. that's a bunch of crap. Just wait.. SVB is gonna make a huge damn impact here.. I promise you that. AH: TEN SECONDS!! JR: We are getting deep into the numbers now fans.. we have four men left to make an entrance.. we have four men left in the ring and one buffoon under it. DD: Hey.. that "buffoon" is my pick to win mthis thing. JR: What a shocker. [Thud! Pop!] JR: And FINALLY Brady caught Destiny and just planted him with a spinebuster! AH: And now the man who drew number ten! ["Sabra Cadabra" by Black Sabbath starts to play over the pa system. Seconds into the song, Ryan Faith steps from backstage to a rather low mixed reaction. He runs his hands through his shaggy dirty blond hair before making his way down the ring. He wears a pair of blue jean shorts and high, laced up black wrestling boots. He then starts a light jog towards the ring, causing his beaded necklace to move about. He slides into the ring and right into Russ Brady..... who doesn't seem to take notice.] DD: WOO! This kid has mad skills yo! JR: Word? DD: Shut up dingleberry! JR: Ryan Faith drew number ten.. and this healthy looking youngster could be a force to be reckoned with here in Grand Isle Wrestling, there's no doubt about that. DD: He's sharp. [Thud!] DD: WOW!! JR: BIG release german suplex on Brady!! And Faith has his sights on the downed Destiny.. he picks him to his feet.. [Thud!] DD: EXPLODER!!!! JR: What an impressive show of strength by the freshest man in the ring... Ryan Faith is the proverbial house of fire! [And the proverbial house of fire gets back to his feet and bumps right into arguably the largest man in the company.. in City Jack.. which causes the crowd to rise and pop!] DD: Uh-oh.. the roof is about to blow off this pile of crap dustbowl.. as City Jack is up and lookin' quite.. tired. JR: Or pissed! But.. whatever you wanna call it is your gig. DD: Can it douche master! [They eye each other.. and then Faith fires an overhand right!] JR: And here they go! Big forearm shiver by Jack! Another right by Faith! Forearm by Jack! Back and forth they go! [Pop!] Neither man is giving up an inch! Big right, blocked by Jack! Front chancery.. suple-, no! Faith slipped down the back! DD: Go Ryan go!! JR: Rear waistlock applied by Faith! He lif, no! He can't get the big man up.. Jack is fighting! Big elbow backs the youngster up! [Thud!] DD: WOW. JR: What a wicked running forearm shot by Jack and that just absolutely floored Ryan Faith! [BIG TIME POP!!] JR: And look at that! City Jack is dancing.. or jiggling around the ring!! He's playing to the crowd and they absolutely love it!! [That's right.. the three hundred-plus pounder is dancing in the ring after nearly decapitating Ryan Faith.. unbeknowest to him though.. Shane Destiny and Russ Brady are getting back to their feet and seem ready to try and take the big man down.] DD: Go get that sonofabitch! JR: City Jack has truly made quite a presence here tonight and I think Russ Brady and Shane Destiny are looking to spoil his party. And here they come! [Destiny and Brady grab City Jack unexpectedly from behind.. pushing him forward towards the ropes.. and finally getting City Jack about halfway over the top rope.. where the big man finally starts to fend it off.. trying desperately just to hang on.] DD: City Jack is toast! He's just biding his time.. but it ain't gonna help! Later fatty! JR: Don't speak too soon now Dirk.. City Jack is clinging on.. and although he's got nobody to help him.. he's a huge, huge man.. DD: That's what your mom said about my dong. JR: Doubtful. [Faith has come to know as he gets up and walks over to the three men working along the ropes..] JR: Who's Ryan Faith gonna help here.. is it gonna be on the elimination of City Jack or [Slap!].. and there's your answer! He just slapped the taste out of Destiny's mouth! Destiny kick-, Faith catches the boot.. [Thud!] t-bone suplex!! DD: But look at Brady.. he's eyeing up Faith! [Faith turns to check on Brady!] JR: Brady's got him by the throat!!! [TTTTTTTTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!! POP!!] DD: Chokeslam!!! AH: TEN SECONDS!! DD: I can't wait to see who's gonna come down that aisle now! Maybe he can finally put City Jack's chump ass out of misery! JR: Maybe.. maybe not.. but we will find out very, very soon. AH: And the man who chose number eleven!! [The entrance curtain splits and "Dirty" Doyle Woodall, clad in a baggy blue jeans and black Wolverine work boots, makes his way out to the top of the ramp. The fans shower him with boos as Woodall, a cigar clenched between his teeth, makes his way down the aisle towards the ring...] ### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ### ### Somewhere in this town ### ### See, me and the boys we don't like it ### ### So we're gettin' up and goin' down ### ### High and low, lookin' right to left ### ### If you see us comin' I think it's best ### ### to move away, do you hear what I say? ### ### From under my breath ### [Woodall reaches ringside, stops to point a finger at and jaw with a fan at ringside.] DD: WOODALL!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!] DD: HOLY SHEEIT!! STEVENS!! OUT OF NOWHERE JUST SPEARED WOODALL ON THE CONCRETE!! JR: Where the hell did he come from?! I forgot he was even in this match! DD: After taking that Metroboom it seems like he pulled a Bobby Ray Wilkins and took some breathing time on the floor. JR: Oh God.. I forgot about him. [Meanwhile.. Stevens is putting the boots to Woodall on the concrete.. then stopping and lifting Woodall to his feet and rolling him into the ring.. Stevens come in right after him.] DD: Bad move George!! Russ Brady is in there!! Watch ou- [THWACK!!] [POP!] JR: TOO LATE!! Big boot to the back of the skull of Stevens by Russ Brady!! Brady is all over Stevens!! Flailing fist after fist!! DD: Damn him! Damn this Russ Brady clown!! [Brady lifts Stevens to his feet and points to the floor that gets a major rise out of the fans!] DD: NOOOOO!! JR: It looks like Brady wants to throw this punk out of here! And good riddance!! DD: Shut up damnit! [Brady hooks Stevens with his arm.. lifting him high.. and up.. and over.. BUT STEVENS HOLD ON TO BRADY!!] [SOMEWHAT UNHAPPY POP!!] JR: Oh my!! Russ Brady hiptossed Stevens out of the ring.. but Stevens held on and sent Brady out with him!! Both went over the top.. but hit the floor!! DD: Thank God Brady f'd that up!! AH: GEORGE STEVENS AND RUSS BRADY HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!! JR: What a showing by both men.. both men fought their hearts out toni- [POP!!!] DD: And there they go!! Stevens and Brady are exchanging fist for fist outside the ring!! These two truly have lit a fire under each other's asses!! My God! JR: And both men are taking the punches flush in the skull.. how intense! [The fans continue to watch the brawl outside as Brady and Stevens continue to brawl closer and closer towards the entranceway..] JR: Brady has a cup of beer!! [THUD!] DD: Oh damn! JR: Brady with a beer assisted overhand right just backed Stevens up and out the curtain! And there goes Brady! [As they exit.. the fans return their attention towards the ring.. as the four are left in the ring currently.. Ryan Faith, City Jack, Shane Destiny, and Doyle Woodall.] [Pop!] JR: There they go! Faith and Destiny! Woodall and City Jack!! Toe to toe!! DD: These guys are going crazy! But Woodall and Destiny definitely are taking it to the others! JR: My ass they are! DD: Jake! Language! [Faith and Destiny exchange fists as City Jack and Woodall tussle at the other end of the ring. Faith gets the upperhand.. and whips Destiny across the ring..] JR: Incoming! DD: Woodall and City Jack duck!! [And as they duck.. Destiny goes for a mean ride.. way into the air.. far over the ropes.. CRASH!!!] DD: GOOD GOD!! JR: DESTINY WAS.. JUST SUPER BACK BODYDROPPED BY CITY JACK AND DOYLE WOODALL UP AND OVER THAT TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! WHAT A SICKENING THUD!! [The camera cuts to Shane Destiny.. who's basically lights out as Roxie rushes over to him and tries to revive him.] DD: That's nuts! He went totally airborn! Wild, wild sheeit right there! AH: TEN SECONDS!! DD: And we are down to the final two!! People are flying outta here like hot cakes!! This is firggin intense baby!! JR: A hint of excitement? DD: Hey.. this ain't half bad.. except for the balmy weather and f'n moths! JR: Here here! Double irish whip on Faith.. Jack and Woodall catch him on the return.. [TTTTTHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!] JR: MY GOD! What a wicked spinebuster! And Woodall turns to Jack.. double choke.. [TTTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDDD!!] DD: Double arm chokeslam!!!! Wicked!! [And amidst the carnage.. let's find out who drew number twelve.. shall we?] AH: And now the man who drew number twelve!! [Out pops a face we recognize from earlier.. a man that calls himself Bobby Joe DeFay!! The fans pop in anticipation.. as he proclaimed a prophecy of greatness earlier tonight..] JR: Well.. there's Bobby Joe DeFay! I wonder what he's got planned for us tonight! Maybe he's behind the man who was chosen number twelve! DD: Let's hope he's bigger than this turdstain!! TURDSTAIN!! BOOYAH!!!!! JR: Settle down Arsenio. DD: No.. Conan O'Brien. JR: Huh? DD: Nevermind. [DeFay looks back at the curtain and motions something to come forward.. meanwhile.. you hear a scuffle with the headset as if somebody if giving notes to the commentators amidst the confusion.. hint hint. And then.. out from the curtain.. steps probably one of the biggest men you'll ever see in your life.. you'd gotta believe he's over seven feet tall and tipping the scale at close to if not a bit over four hundred pounds.] DD: Well.. good goddamn. If that's not one of the biggest sonsabitches I've ever seen.. and he don't look friendly in the least! JR: According to my cards.. his name is Leviticus Nelson.. and by God Dirk.. you aren't kidding! This man is HUGE!! And looks angry as hell! This can't be good for those in the ring!! This guy looks like one mean mother- DD: Jake! Shut yo mouth! JR: I'm just talkin' about Nelson! [Wow.. even during a momentous occasion.. they can bust out some sarcastic comedy. Anyhow.. Nelson stands in front of the entranceway as the fans are simply quiet in awe.. most of them have a "Holy Shit." expression on their face. Nelson has long and dreary black hair that extends over his face.. and is as wide as he is tall.. not fat wide.. but built like a brick shithouse. He slowly stalks down towards ringside as Woodall just looks towards the big man..] DD: Woodall doesn't look scared! Woodall is a bad mother.. and he's gonna put this oversized clown in his place! JR: Well.. that's gonna have to be seen to be believed 'cause this guy looks.. and walks.. like a one man army. DD: He's just a little school girl.. JR: Well.. here he comes.. why don't you say that to his face? DD: Because it's not in my contract. [The fans all start to look to the left side of the arena as Nelson approaches the ringside area.. stalking with purpose around the ringside area.. but the fans aren't looking at Nelson.. or are they? Some are looking behind their seats.. some are still in awe.. and Woodall is just waiting as City Jack and Faith try to get theie bearing under them.] JR: And here is Leviticus Nelson up close and personal.. and man.. I hate to harp on it but goddamn is this man massive.. and I'm sure he's gonna be an immediate impact in this match and in the direction of this company as a whole. DD: Whoa! Slow down tiger.. let's take this one show at a time. JR: I am.. I'm just sayi- [And that murmur to the left we mentioned earlier.. now we know what it truly was about.. as a man.. rather damn big himself.. hops the guardrail from the crowd behind Nelson.. the man sports an open black trenchcoat.. a black tank top.. black jeans.. and black boots.] [BIG POP!!] DD: HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!! THAT'S THE GUY FROM THAT OPENING PROMO!! AND HE'S RIGHT BEHIND LEVITICUS NELSON!! JR: AND IF I'M SEEING THINGS TELL ME SO!! BUT THAT LOOKS LIKE.. [With that.. the crowd heel pop!s as the man pulls out a chain from his trenchcoat and drives it harshly into the back of the skull of the big seven footer.. dropping him to a knee.. and another.. and another! And finally the big man is down as Bobby Joe DeFay just looks on with awe. Even Doyle Woodall seems slightly surprised.] DD: YES!! YES!! IT IS HIM!! IT IS!! I THOUGHT HE WAS DONE FOR GOOD!! I THOUGHT HE RETIRED FROM THIS SPORT!! JR: [rather speechless] My God. Do the honors Dirk.. do the honors. DD: IT'S.. IT'S.. [BIG TIME HEEL POP!!] "BAD EYE" MCBAINE!!!!!!!!!!!! [With that.. McBaine takes that chain and extend it out full.. wrapping it around Nelson's head and through the nearby steel guardrail as the fans nearby throw insults at him with every word.. he proceeds to pull out some sort of padlock.. and clamps it down through the chainlinks.. effectively neutralizing the big man by his neck in the guardrail.] JR: My God!! Bad Eye McBaine is here and talk about an immediate impact?! He's locked the biggest man we've ever seen by his neck in the guardrail!! And he's heading into the ring! DD: Oh man!! He rules!! McBaine is God!!!!!! [With that.. the 6'6" three hundred pounder enters the ring rather purposefully.. and takes aim at Woodall.. who seems game.] [Pop!!] JR: And there goes Woodall!! He's going blow for blow with the Bad Eye! [Oh!] Knee to the stomach by McBaine doubles over Woodall! [Thwack!] And a big kneelift to the face sends Woodall to the mat! But here comes Faith!! DD: Faith swingly madly at McBaine.. and he's backing the big man into the ropes.. irish whip! [McBaine hits the ropes.. and holds on.. then just looks at Faith and motions nastily for him to simply "Come Get Some." HEEL POP!!] DD: Haha! Right on McBaine!! JR: And here comes Faith!! [Thud!] And right into a big boot goes the face of Ryan Faith!! And down he goes!! [Pop!] CITY JACK!! [The tubby bastard catches McBaine from the blindside with a nasty forearm shiver that stumble McBaine into the nearby corner..] JR: Bull charge!! [Pop!] And City Jack just squashed McBaine in the corner! McBaine stumbles out.. right into the bearhug!! METROBO-, No! McBaine blocked it with a big elbow to the bridge of Jack's nose! DD: Kick his ass McBaine.. send this bastard straight out of here!! JR: My God!! McBaine has just scopped city Jack onto his shoulders.. no way! He's not gon- [TTTTTTTHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!] DD: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!!! BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!! JR: MY LORD! McBaine just did his variation of the devastating Death Valley Driver onto City Jack and Jack is just out! [And with that.. we hear a loud ass crash/break sound as the fans absolute.. PPPPPPPPPPOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!] DD: Oh.. WOW. JR: Leviticus Nelson is awake fans!! And he just broke that chain right into half with his goddamn neck!! And just ripped himself right out of that hold!! And he's on the ring apron and climbing into the ring!! And McBaine doesn't even know it!! DD: Turn around Bad Eye for God's sake!! TURN AROUND!! [With that Leviticus gets that slow but sure seven footer charge across the ring as McBaine gets to his feet holding the ropes for safe measure.. he thinks.. as he slowly starts to turn around..] JR: NELSON CONNECTS!! [With one of the most menacing running clotheslines you'll ever see.. which sends McBaine.. and himself well up and over that top rope.. and crashing to the concrete below.] [BLOW THE ROOF OFF POP!!!!!] DD: NOOOOO!! JR: My God.. Nelson just eliminated himself!! But I don't think he gave a rat's ass about anybody or any title or anything other than "Bad Eye" McBaine!! DD: Not this way!! McBaine was my choice! Wait.. no he wasn't!! Bobby Ray Wilkins is!! BOOYAH!! JR: Look! [The camera pans to the floor where McBaine and Nelson get right up.. nope, I'm not shittin' ya. Both men are immediately up as they tangle with each other and fight their way towards the guardrail.. both men toppling over it and into the crowd as the fans start to chant.. "G-I-W! G-I-W!" "G-I-W! G-I-W!" "G-I-W! G-I-W!" "G-I-W! G-I-W!" "G-I-W! G-I-W!" "G-I-W! G-I-W!"] JR: Toe to toe on the floor.. they two behemoths are at each others throats! [Thud!] And look at that! Nelson just heaved McBaine over two rows of chairs!! But McBaine is right up!! [CRACK!] DD: And he just dented that chair over the head of Nelson!! And christ!! That didn't even phase the monster!! [Neither man will go down.. they already hate each other way too much we fear.. as they brawl towards the back of the left side of the arena.. where a pair of double doors reside.. Nelson flings McBaine into the doors as they burst open into the night.. Nelson follows out after him as some of the rowdy patrons follow.] JR: And there they go!! I wish we could get a camera out there but we don't have that sort of budget, now do we? DD: Goddamnit!! Cheap ass place! You know they gotta be messed some sheeeit up out there! JR: I don't doubt that in the least.. but the true action is left in the ring as one of these thre- [And seemingly on cue.. the fans hell pop to hell!! And why? Oh.. because Bobby Ray Wilkins has crawled out from under the ring and is surveying who is left in the ring at this moment.] DD: BOBBY RAY!! JR: Oh lord.. excuse me. One of these FOUR men will be crowned our first Television champion. Who will it be fans?! We know Dirk's pick.. DD: What's yours? JR: I'm paid to be impartial.. and that's what I'm gonna be. DD: Puss. [Bobby Ray Wilkins slides into the ring and starts to kick away at the kneeling City Jack as Ryan Faith gets to his feet..] DD: Kick his ass Bobby Ray! JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins just relentless with those boots here as City Jack is trying to cover up to very little eff-.. Ryan Faith! [Thud!!] DD: GODDAMN IT! JR: What a half melson suplex by Faith!! He just folded up that sorry little punk Bobby Ray Wilkins in half! DD: Hence the name half nelson! JR: No.. not at all, actually. [Pop!] JR: The fans are on their feet cheering for this relative newcomer to the sport as a whole.. Ryan Faith. He's got a chance at becoming a champion in his very first match professionally and what a feeling that would be! DD: Kinda like when your mom gives me a hummer. JR: Never. DD: Ok.. so it's not THAT good. JR: I didn't mean it like that! [Faith gets up and right into the face of the now standing and agry Doyle woodall.. who just shoves Faith haflway across the ring.] [Oh!! Pop!!] DD: Shoving match! Testosterone city! JR: And here comes Ryan Faith.. with a wicked shove of his own sending Doyle Woodall into the ropes.. and off Woodall comes.. clothesl, ducked by Faith! Faith off the far ropes as Woodall turns in place.. [Thud!] and catches the returning Faith square in the center of the ring with a powerslam! DD: Woodall is the bomb man.. the absolute shizzy. JR: Shizzy? DD: Beats me. [Woodall smirks at the downed Faith.. and doesn't notice City Jack who's huffin' and puffin'.. but a movin'. City Jack taps him on the shoulder.. as to which Woodall turns.] [Pop!] JR: Big elbow to the head! And another! And another! City Jack is on fire with those elbows! Irish whip.. [Thud!] and a belly to belly overhead suplex downs Woodall! But Faith is back to his feet! DD: Damn that kid is resilient.. I'll give him that. JR: He wants the title badly.. they ALL want that title badly.. it's just a matter of who wants it the most! DD: Faith with stinging rights is staggering the big man!! [That they are. He's got City Jack backed up to the ropes..] JR: Irish whip.. reversed by City Jack! [Shocked Pop!!] [Turned Into Heel Pop!] [Why? Well.. as Faith was propelled across the ring.. Bobby Ray Wilkins just so happened to be leaning on them.. and dropped down holding onto that top rope.. as Faith sailed by.. up and over.. THUUUUUDD!] DD: YES!!!!!!!!!!! JR: That goddamn imbecile! DD: Imbecile? He's a genius! JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins just held down that bottom rope and Ryan Faith was sent up and over and to the floor with a sick thud.. right on his shoulder.. he could be hurt.. but what we DO know is that he's now officially out of the hunt.. and what a good looking wrestler he looks to be.. DD: Suck him off anymore? JR: I'm giving credit where credit is due.. that kid has a bright future here.. I can feel it. AH: RYAN FAITH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! DD: Goddamn that sounds so good right now. Ryan Faith has been eliminated. JR: You were singing his praises a few minutes ago. DD: What a difference a few minutes makes. [Uh-oh.. Bobby Ray Wilkins has nowhere to go as City Jack approaches him with an eager.. sweaty eye.] [Heel Pop!] JR: You gotta be kidding me?! Bobby Ray Wilkins is half in the ring.. half out.. and calling for a timeout?! DD: This guy is AWESOME! A-W-E-S-O-M-E! AWESOME! JR: City Jack apparently doesn't think so. [Pop!] JR: Big clubbing overhand rights to the back of Bobby Ray Wilkins has him hunched over the middle rope! And now City Jack is dragging BRW into the center of the ring.. [Thud!] and a huge legdrop over the back of BRW! All weight.. all impact! DD: Woodall is up!! Go kick some white trash ass! [Woodall creeps behind City Jack who's doing a little.. tired strut for the fans.. then turns to get a kick right into the stomach.] [Thud!] JR: DDT by Woodall! And boy did he plant City Jack into the mat with that one! DD: Man.. I'll give City Jack some credit.. he's been in here a long time.. and has taken some ferocious moves and yet his tubby ass continues to exist. Quite awestruck am I. JR: woodall lifts City Jack up to a vertical base now.. and a thick short arm lariat sends City Jack stumbling back into the ropes.. and he's just hanging on those ropes for support! I'd say he's ripe for the picking! DD: Yes he is.. eliminate him NOW Doyle.. go for the kill.. get your Television title and run with it baby! JR: Woodall is lining him up.. and here he comes charging across the ring.. big boo- [Pop!] City Jack dropped down and out of the way and Woodall just crotched himself on the top rope!! He's dangling by his jewels on that top rope.. he's easy pickings! DD: Ripe for the picking! Easy pickings! Can it douche master! C'mon Doyle.. get your sheeit together! [Woodall is hung out to dry on that top turnbuckle as noneother than Bobby Ray Wilkins gets to his feet.. a grin a mile wide over his face as he motions with his hands as though lining Woodall up perfectly for the kill.] DD: BRW!!! MY PICK!! JR: Here he comes! Running clothesli-, OHHHH! [As BRW leaps off his feet.. Woodall comes to life.. leaning forward.. doing some sort of tuck and roll as he holds the top rope down with him.. as BRW can do nothing but fly right by.. catching the rope with his feet.. doing a 180 in midair.. and thudding.. on the concrete!!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!] JR: BOBBY RAY WILKINS IS GONE!! BOBBY RAY WILKINS IS GONE!! LORD HAVE MERCY!! LORD HAVE MERCY!! DD: Sonofabitch! Can't these people do anything right?! He had him toast! He had him right where he wanted him and he choked! JR: and then there were two! It's City Jack and Doyle Woodall!! Which man will become the first champion ever in our fledging corporation!! Who will carry that TV title over their shoulders proudly! AH: BOBBY RAY WILKINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! [Another pop for his departure! Although.. he's not leaving.. no, instead he's arguing with the security that he didn't go over the top rope but instead the middle.] DD: He's right! JR: No he's not! Are you blind?! [City Jack scrambles to his feet.. sweaty as all hell.. worn and torn.. as does Doyle Woodall.. who's been in less but has taken and given out just as much punishment. They circle each other in the ring as the fans murmur greatly.. they exchange punches!] [Big Time Pop!!] JR: What a brawl this has been! Fist for fist!.. right for right!.. left for left!.. but it seems Doyle Woodall is getting the best of City Jack here! City Jack's backed into the ropes.. and look at Bobby Ray Wilkins trying to get back onto the apron on the farside! DD: Irish whip.. reversed by City Jack! [HOLY SHIT POP!!] DD: NOOOOOO!!! NOOOO!!! [Oh.. as Woodall sprinted across the ring.. Bobby Ray Wilkins decided to snap the rope down.. and.. well.. Woodall.. he flipped up and over the top rope.. down to the concrete.. his feet touch.. he hits the concrete hard!] [DING DING DING!!!] [EXPLOSIVE POP!!] JR: MY GOD! MY GOD!! BOBBY RAY WILKINS JUST COST DOYLE WOODALL THE TELEVISION TITLE!! CITY JACK IS THE CHAMP!! CITY JACK HAS WON IT ALL!! DD: GOOD GOD NO!! NOT THAT HEAP OF SHEEIT!! NO!! NO!! NO!! JR: YES! YES! YES! LISTEN TO THE FANS HERE IN GRAND ISLE LOUISIANA!! THEY ARE LOVING THIS MOMENT.. AS AM I!! [With that we cut to City Jack who's doing his fat man dance to please the crowd.. eyeing but Woodall who rather semi-conscious on the floor.. and Bobby Ray Wilkins who's just evilly smirking at the downed Woodall as he now starts to quickly pace away from the ring and to the entrance. Antonio Hervez.. literally dwarfed by the belt he's holding and the man he hands it to.. makes the call in the middle of the ring.] AH: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. THE WINNER.. AND NNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION.. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER POP OF THE EVENING!!] JR: All is right in the world!! Maybe it'll be just for one night!! But damnit.. all is right in the world!! DD: Goddamn this is bull[bleep]!! JR: NO!! NO!! THIS IS GIW.. AND FOR DIRK DAVIDSON.. I'M JACOB ROD-.. [As we stay with a live shot of City Jack celebrating with the fans.. holding the title in the air.. we hear Rodgers mumbling something..] JR: Um.. fans.. apparently we've got a live feed via a handheld camcorder outside.. not sure of what or why.. but we'll have voiceover.. let's take you to that RIGHT NOW! [Fade out of the arena.. and onto a slight jittery camcorder view.. right outside the marina as you can faintly hear the fans inside cheering on City Jack still. We view over to a row of cars parked out front.. and then you hear a distinct.. CRASH!!! to the left.] JR: Are we on? Ok.. I'm not sure what we are lookin- [And Rodgers pauses as we see Leviticus Nelson and "Bad Eye" McBaine tussling and just utterly punching the shit out of each other beside a rather nice black and gold mid-80s Trans Am. Cue porn music.. no.. just kidding there.] DD: BOOYAH!! JR: Oh God.. McBaine and Nelson are just at each other's throats! And you've gotta believe they've been going at it like this since they busted out of here a good ten to fifteen minutes ago! [Thud!] DD: Oh man! Not the Trans! They just fell right onto that hood of the Trans.. that's gotta be dented to hell!! [Yes, yes it is. As they roll around punching at each other on the hood.. McBaine gets the upperhand and slams Nelson's head not once.. but twice right into the hood.. freeing him up to start to walk away.. and towards a big Dodge Ram.. big mean and black.. with the bed empty.. McBaine opens the back up.. and then returns to Nelson.. who's playing possum!] JR: Nelson firing back with huge lefts is backing McBaine onto that truck bed! McBaine is crawling to the front of the bed!! He can only go so far! And Nelson has just climbed onto the back!! DD: This can only end with misery for one man! JR: Let's hope not! DD: My ass! JR: Nelson is stalking McBaine.. [Oh!] but McBaine just lunged and caught Nelson square in the.. DD: Nuggets! JR: Balls with an uppercut! The big man is hunched over and McBaine is up.. and he's.. he's looking our way? [That's right.. McBaine sees the camcorder.. smiles evilly and then points to the right.. off camera. The camera swings..] JR: Oh no. DD: Yes! JR: McBaine is pointing to that car parked next to the Dodge Ram. He's gonna put Nelson through that car! DD: That's quite impossible. JR: You know what I mean! This could end a career! Somebody has to stop him! [McBaine grabs Nelson with one hand on his head.. the other by his jeans.. and prepares to fling him off the bed.. when..] JR: NO! Nelson is holding his ground!! He won't go over!! He won- [With that McBaine tries again.. but Nelson holds on.. and they both go.. falling.. falling.. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!] [Right through the car's front windshield.. the cameraman hops up onto the bed.. as we see both men.. parts of both men.. motionless half inside.. half outside the car.. with glass everywhere. The arena can be heard utterly silent. JR: My God.. My God. [The camera fades out to that still picture.. finally fading to black.] *This Production Brought to You by Grand Isle Wrestling |
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| Manbearpig | Apr 6 2008, 09:55 AM Post #6 |
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