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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.. watch the hard-hitting action 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 the camera cuts to the locker-room and "Dirty" Doyle Woodall, clad in baggy blue jeans, a white "Bruiser" Bob Cannon T-shirt, and a blue bandana doo-rag tied around his unruly black hair, standing in front of a row of lockers. Woodall produces a Zippo lighter and flips open the top, putting flame to the cigar jutting from between his clenched teeth. Woodall puts the light away, takes a hard drag from the cigar, then removes it from his teeth and exhales a cloud of blue-gray smoke...] "Ya know, they say that no matter where ya go, there ya are. And believe me, there ain't a sumbitch walkin' the face o' this Earth that knows that better'n' ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya. Ya see, the Dirty One's spent the better part o' this year tryin' to make a name for hisself in this bus'ness. And whether is was jerkin' curtains in some backwoods s[BEEP]thole or main eventin' in the biggest arena in the goddamned country, one damned thang has remained the same... ... there's always somebody lookin' to put the f[BEEP]k to the Dirty One." [Woodall takes another drag from his smoke...] "Wilkins? I don't know ya too damned well, and to tell ya the truth, I really don't care to. I thought I made myself pretty damned clear when I stepped foot in the Sand Dollar for the first time and gave the Buzzsaw a bad case o' the what-the-f[BEEP]k's. The only damned reason the Dirty One even came to this God-forsaken place was to settle a score that never got settled back in Bowlin' Green. But now? Now the Dirty One's got hisself a new debt to git squared. And where the Dirty One comes from, the only way ya square a debt like the one Bobby Ray Wilkins run up for hisself is by takin' the balance square outta his ass... ... along with a little int'rest to boot." [Woodall takes another drag from his smoke...] "So if I was you, Bobby Ray, I'd grow a pair o' eyes in the back o' my head. The Dirty One didn't git where I am in this bus'ness by lettin' sumbitches like you pull the crap that you did and git away with it. The payback will come, sunshine, and it's gonna come right soon. And when it does, yer gonna wish like hell ya never laid eyes on "Dirty" Doyle Woodall." [Woodall takes another drag from his cigar...] "But tonight, there's more pressin' bus'ness for the Dirty One to tend to, namely young Ryan Faith and that first-round tournament match. Ya mighta impressed the right folks with yer little showin' a couple o' weeks ago, Faith, but as far as the Dirty One's concerned, yer way the hell outta yer league here, young man. When ya walk that aisle tonight, yer not gonna be steppin' in that ring with some s[BEEP]t-for-brains curtain-jerker fresh outta wrestlin' school, yer gonna be steppin' in between those four posts with a man that's paid his dues... a man that's laid out some o' the toughest sumbitches this bus'ness has to offer... and a man that's willin' to put yer ass in a sling to lay claim to that strap." [Woodall takes one last drag from his smoke and drops the butt to the ground, grinding it out with his boot heel...] "Tonight, the ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya takes his first step on the road to greatness in Gee-Eye-Dubya, and as far as I'm concerned, yer all in the Dirty One's path. And Ryan Faith? Yer gonna find out tonight that in the Dirty One's path ain't no good place to be, come hell..." [Woodall glares into the camera...] "... or high water." [Fade 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 Credence 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 their 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 12-24-01" 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!!!!!! [POP!!] I am Jacob Rodgers and alongside me here is my colleague and color commentator Dirk Davidson! [Booo!] [Davidson spins around and give the fans the bird to an even bigger heel pop as Jacob Rodgers just sorta smiles and shakes his head.] JR: What a night we had only three weeks ago.. we crowned a new champion in City Jack! [Pop!] We had some major debuts like "Dirty" Doyle Woodall!! [Pop!] And "Bad Eye" McBaine! [BOOOOOO!!!] DD: [interjects] Bow down to the Bad Eye you inbredic morons! [Heel Pop!] JR: And what about that huge seven footer in Leviticus Nelson! [Massive Tweener Style Pop!] DD: Hey! JR: What? DD: You gonna stop lubing up their johnsons and get on with tonight's show already? ["JOHN-SON! JOHN-SON!"] ["JOHN-SON! JOHN-SON!"] ["JOHN-SON! JOHN-SON!"] JR: [shakes his head] Sounds like a plan. Tonight fans.. we have _five_ HUGE matches in store as City Jack will defend his Television title as well as two first round matches in our eight man Heavyweight Title tournament! [Pop!] DD: You guys wanna hear my prediction? [Pop!] DD: MCBAINE!! HAAHAHAHAA!! [BOOO!!] JR: Sit back and enjoy tonight's action.. but right now let's go to some footage taped earlier from our contests in our opening contest for this evening! [Fade in. We appear to be at the makeshift bleachers used by GIW. Seated on the bleachers, dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt and baggy blue jeans is "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny. Joining him, as usual, is Roxie -- dressed in a red pullover fleece jacket and tight blue jeans. Destiny moves a bit closer to the camera, as the bleacher make a small creaking noise.] 2SD: I guess y'all know who I am now. I went into that battle royal drawin' number one, and I lasted damn near 25 minutes against anyone this promotion threw at me. From the smallest of the juniors t'the largest of the heavies, I took'em all on -- and I did a pretty good job for someone who was outsized and outnumbered. I'd like t'think I made a lastin' impression on y'all -- but I really haven't. [Destiny pauses.] 2SD: Y'see, I got a match with this guy, by the name of Jaime Roth. Seems like a decent fella -- no nonsense, no ego, just straight-upp wrestlin'. I like t'see that in a wrestler. And t'be honest, I like what I see in ya, bro. [Roxie speaks up.] ROXIE: I don't like that Angie girl. 2SD: Oh, that's right -- Roxie here don't like yer girl. Seems she isn't too fond of the manipulation y'seem t'be goin' through. ROXIE: Shane, just say it, he's whipped. 2SD: Al--right. Whatever you say, hon. I'll let ya deal with her anyway ya want -- but Jaime, yer all mine. And what you got in the openin' part of the battle royal, it's goin' t'feel like Christmas dinner compared to what yer in for on the twenty-fourth. Just remember, though -- it's just business, it ain't personall. [Cut back to Rodgers and Davidson who have positioned themselves at their table for the evening. Davidson has a funny look on his face.] JR: What's so humorous? DD: Oh, nothing. I was just daydreaming about a three-way with Angie and Roxie. JR: Oh lord. DD: Oh.. like you haven't?! JR: Ahem.. now let's go to some pre-recorded comments by Jaime Roth. DD: SEE! [Open up to GIW's all-around good guy himself, Jamie Roth, sitting on a bed inside a room within a small motel stationed in good ol' Grand Isle, Louisiana. Jamie, wearing a Santa Claus cap over his spikey brown hair, appears to be nursing a wound of some kind on his right shoulder -- at least it appears to be a wound from this perspective. Zoom in as Roth peels off the bandage. On his bicep is a bold, black tattoo -- something in Kanji. Zoom back to a semi-medium shot of Jamie as he winces, looking down at the tattoo.] JR: Ouch. Ouchouchouchouch. [And now, Angie's voice pipes in, cueing the camera to zoom out, revealing that she's sitting behind him on the bed with her arms draped around his neck.] A: Are you _still_ irritated by that little thing? JR: Little thing? It's, like, almost more than two inches! I didn't want one this big, you know! A: Psh. Stop your bellyaching. Besides, I can only think of one thing that'll hurt more than getting that silly little tattoo. JR: Your voice? [Angie slaps the "wounded" shoulder, thusly, causing Jamie to cringe quite a bit.] A: Ass. I meant Shane Destiny beating the crap out of you if you don't continue the superb performance you displayed last week, snookums! JR: Oh, right. Well, I'll say this right off the bat -- Shane's a great wrestler; I've seen him in action and trust me, he's done pretty good for himself. A: Yeah, okay, great for him. Thing is, we don't really care about what he's done or what we can do. We only care about what _you_ can do, which is what we're going to use to _beat_ him. Get me? And if you don't, trust that you'll be the guy who got beat by the man with the queer nickname. [Jamie pauses for a moment, looking as if he's in thought.] JR: Y'know, "Sweet Dreams" isn't that bad of a nickname. Yeah, unoriginal, but cool, nonetheless. A: What do you know? You like Poison. JR: Yeah, but -- nevermind. Anyway, trust me, Angie -- I'm gonna beat Shane Destiny. I showed him exactly what I can do last week, and this week, I'm gonna finish the job but good. [Affirmatively, Jamie nods. Then, uneasily, it comes...] JR: Shane's goin' down. A: Okay, that sucked. JR: What?! THAT WAS AS NASTY AS I COULD GET! A: Blah. Your mom could get nastier than that, Jamie! JR: Please, don't put that image into my head... A: Ooooh! You're useless! [Fade, as Angie storms off.] DD: Trust me.. his mom DOES get nastier than that! HAHAHAHA! JR: Oh lord.. the tomfoolery continues. DD: Tomfoolery.. speaking of which.. what the hell were you given during that promo? JR: To be honest.. I don't know.. it just says to open and read it before the first contest. DD: Well.. JR: Well what? DD: OPEN IT! JR: Ok. [Rodgers rips open what appears to be an envelope.. pulling out a memo of sorts. He takes a glimpse at it and then starts to speak.] JR: Well.. here we go.. "Jacob and Dirk, if you are reading this when you are supposed to, congratulations and thank you. As you both know, we have an opening contest pitting Jaime Roth against Shane Destiny. Well, I, the owner of the company am forced to switch things up a bit for that match. There seems to be a man of lucha and Japanese garbage wrestling legend that believes he has what it takes to work in our beloved company. But I, I don't hand out freebies to nobody, so consider the opening match to now be a triple threat match.. pitting Roth against Destiny against, well, you'll see. It's a tryout match in all honesty, so enjoy." And it's simply signed, The Owner. DD: Sweet! Garbage wrestling legend!! Must be William Craven! [...] [Dead silence.] DD: Christ! I was just kidding! JR: Thank god. Well fans.. let's finally hand this over to Antonio Hervez who's in the ring at this time.. for the opening contests introductions! [The crowd pops massively for the Latino midget ring announcer Antonio Hervez.. who looks three sheets to the wind. He smiles.. sorta.. as he speaks.] AH: Ladies and gentlemen of Grand Isle, Louisiana.. welcome to Grand Isle Wrestling! [Massive Pop!] DD: Jesus Christ. He did it again! We already pumped the crowd up dingleberry! AH: Our first contest is a triple threat match [Pop!].. and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. [Suddenly, a sigh is uttered from the PA, cueing the recognizable lone acoustic guitar intro to "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison.] # Every rose has its thorn # # Just like every night has its dawn # # Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song # # Every rose has its thorn... # # Yeah it does -- # [Suddenly, after a cheap static effect, "Die MF Die" by Dope begins blasting over the speakers to a face pop as none other than Jamie Roth, accompanied by the always-lovely Angie, make their way to the ring. Roth is decked out 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 -- as well as a black GIW T-shirt. Angie dressed in a black leather skirt and one of those cute Powerpuff Girls tees.] AH: Coming to the ring accompanied by Angie, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 221 pounds, here is... JAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMIEEEEEE ROTTTTTHHHHHH! [As Roth reaches the ringside area, he skins the T-shirt, throwing it into the crowd so some foo' looking for a cheap souvenir can have it. Afterwards, he slips into the ring under the bottom rope as Angie applauds him from the outside.] DD: Holy gayness. Roth must use the Monsters of Rock greatest shits album as his theme music.. I hope our new guy murders this stupid bastard. AH: And his opponent.. [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: In the ring at this time.. accompanied to the ring by Roxie [Pop!].. from Southern Pines, North Carolina.. weighing in at 233 pounds.. here is.. "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd pops nicely for the young man who throws his hands in the air.. then stretching out by the ropes.] AH: And their opponent.. ["Horror Business" by the Misfits hits the airwaves as the crowd all stands up awaiting this anticipated newcomer. Out from the entranceway steps a short, powerfully built Mexican young man. He's well-built, and well-defined, but not really what you'd call "pretty"- it's a physique developed through athleticism, hard work, and stupidity, not to impress the boys in the back, and it shows. He's also covered with scars- a ridiculous number of scars, in fact- surgery scars, barbed wire scars, burn scars, broken glass scars, roadrash-looking scars (which are actually from being dragged over ground glass), and the like. The right side of his face, neck, and his right shoulder, all have a slight glassy look to them, from a fire match that got a bit out of hand.] [Oddly, he's a fairly attractive guy, in an odd sort of way. His skin's a vibrant chestnut brown (where not crisscrossed with ropes of white scarring), and his eyes a deep, dazzling hazel above high Indian cheekbones, lending a certain exotic cast to his features when contrasted with his strong jawline, thick neck, and broad, thickly-muscled shoulders. He wears his hair in a waist-length braid hanging from the center of the crown of his head and dyed a striking blood red, the rest of his scalp shaved smooth. He also wears an odd Fu Manchu mustache in the form of a jet black braid hanging from each corner of his mouth, down an inch or two past his jawline, the rest of his face (including eyebrows) cleanshaven.] His ring attire consists of a pair of full-length red tights with a black spiderweb woven around the left leg and onto the pelvis, the corners of it centered in front and back (it's a 3-point web- the bottom point of the "inverted triangle" is underneath his left kneepad). Over this, he wears black kneepads and red wrestling boots, with black martial arts kickpads on the boots themselves. Throw in a pair of red fingerless gloves and wrists wrapped in black electrical tape, and there you have it. The man slowly stalks down to the ring.] AH: Making his way to the ring.. hailing from Guadalajara, Mexico.. and weighing in at 233 pounds.. here is.. TARANTELLA!!!!!!!!! [Bloodthirty "We heard some crazy things about you" Pop! The man known as Tarantella slides into the ring and simply eyes his opponents down as Dirk Davidson busts over the airwaves.] DD: I know this guy! That's Biohazard SPIGA! He _is_ a garbage wrestling legend, the guy is absolutely nuts! And oddly enough, he's one of the nicest people you'd meet.. and I hate nice people.. but, can't be mean to this wicked [bleep]. JR: I thought he looked oddly familiar! What a surprise here to kick off the show.. Biohazard SPIGA now apparently going by the name of Tarantella is getting a tryout of sorts here tonight against Roth and Destiny who just eye the wartorn competitor. -------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Triple Threat Opener! Jaime Roth vs. Shane Destiny vs. Tarantella Written by: Andy Doran -------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!] DD: I got ten on this new looking guy takin' the match Jake, he's a total nut. JR: All three men are just looking at each other, no one wanting to make the first-- [POP!] JR: Tarantella dropkicks Destiny in the gut! He gets up and turns around--JAMIE ROTH WITH A CROSSBODY, ROLLED THROUGH BY TARANTELLA! Both men up... "THUD!" JR: ...hurricanrana by Tarantella! DD: So much for no one wanting to make the first move. [The Mexican gets to his feet and is immediately grabbed in a rear waistlock, then hurled through the air with a German suplex by Shane Destiny! Tarantella flips in the air from the strength with which he was thrown, in effect doing a moonsault, and landing on Jamie Roth! POP!] JR: Tarantella quickly back up, Destiny grabs his arm and winds in a wristlock. Tarantella fights it, somersault, and another...to the ropes...he climbs up and balances on the top rope-- [HUGE POP!] JR: TARANTELLA SITS DOWN AND BACKFLIPS OFF, SCOOPING DESTINY ACROSS HIS BACK- "THUUD! DD: Samoan drop! Damn, this little bastard's nuts and he's stronger than he looks! JR: Tarantella back up...standing somersault legdrop! Wow, what athleticism! [Tarantella gets up again, but is met by a Jamie Roth spinning heel kick that knocks Tarantella to the ropes. He bounces off and into an overhead belly to belly...] "THUUUD!" [...by Roth, who quickly climbs to the top rope! As Jamie gets his footing, he's met with a right hand by Shane Destiny, who quickly climbs to the second rope, hooks Roth in a front facelock...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!" [HUGE POP!!] [...and superplexes Roth _onto_ Tarantella!] JR: HUGE MOVE BY DESTINY, WHO COVERS.... ONE!!!! TARANTELLA EASILY KICKS OUT! DD: That's a bigass suplex from Shane Destiny Jake. Five bucks says Tarantella has some rib damage. JR: Destiny brings Tarantella to his feet and hooks him for a suplex...lift for a vertical suplex... "THWAAAACK!" [POP!] DD: Damn! Superkick to the chops causes Destiny to fall! JR: AND TARANTELLA FALLS ON TOP! ONE!!!!! Broken up by Jamie Roth! [Roth snatches Destiny up and shoots him to the ropes, juking out of the way and scissoring his ankle with a drop toe hold, as Tarantella bounds off the ropes with a Quebrada, landing on the back of Destiny! POP! No sooner does Tarantella get to his feet when Jamie Roth dropkicks him and whips the Mexican to the ropes...] JR: Reversed by Tarantella, Roth off the ropes now, leapfrog... "THUUUUUUUDDD!!!" [POP!] DD: Jesus! JR: Tarantella with a sunset flip that damn near looked like a powerbomb! Roth's head was whipped and hit the mat _real_ hard! Now the luchadore to his feet, runs to the ropes...second rope sen- DD: Caught! Destiny caught him! "THUUUD!" JR: Powerslammed _onto_ Roth! DD: This dude with the bangin' valet is dominating! Throwin' these fools around like the owe him something. JR: Very hip Dirk, well done. Shane Destiny brings Jamie Roth to his feet, whip to the ropes..._huge_ clothesline! Roth got knocked silly! [Indeed, Jamie got knocked for a corkscrew and landed right on his head. "Sweet Dreams" goes to the just recovering Tarantella, hooks him for a suplex...bounces him off the ropes and slams him onto the chest of Roth! POP!] JR: Destiny is totally dominating here in the early going! DD: Hell yeah, where's my goddamn phone?! Gotta call the bookie. JR: Shane brings Tarantella to his feet, inverted headlock...suplex coming--TARANTELLA FLIPS OUT OF IT! "THUUUD!" JR: Inverted DDT! Destiny got planted and Tarantella leaps onto the ropes, turning to face the ring in midair! Leap... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!" [HUGE POP!] DD: DIVING HEADBUTT! JR: Tarantella drilled Destiny but he's not done! To the top rope again... DD: ROTH! "CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!" [SHOCKED POP!] DD: JESUS H. CHRIST! JR: JAMIE ROTH SNUCK UP BEHIND TARANTELLA AND DROPKICKED HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!! TARANTELLA LANDED HEADFIRST ON THE FLOOR! DD: Tarantella looked like a United States missile crashing into one of the goddamn caves in Afghanistan! I'm surprised he didn't explode on contact, causing little ants with diapers on their head to run around! [Roth hops down to the ringside area and picks Tarantella up, wrapping an arm around him and grapevining the leg, and plunging back...] "KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKK!!" [...with a side russian legsweep into the guardrail! POP! Tarantella hits headfirst and Roth looks on with a bit of concern as Angie races around the ring, telling him to go back to business inside the ring.] DD: That broad has no concern for anyone, she's all about the win. I like her Jake. JR: Angie cheers on Roth, as he stands up on the apron and springboards in... "THWAAAAACK!" JR: Dropkick to the face of Destiny! Cover.... ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT! [POP!] JR: Roth brings Destiny up, front facelock...snap suplex! DD: Roth's piece of ass is cheering him on and look at Destiny's piece of ass! JR: Roxie's making her way over to Roth, and we might have some fisticuffs! DD: Hot woman on woman on action! GIW action is lesbian-riffic! [Roth gets one look at the action and slides out of the ring, getting between Angie and Roxie, preventing any catfighting, regretably. By the time Jamie gets done playing peacemaker, Destiny's in the ring waiting for him. Roth slides back in and strikes with a kick...] JR: Caught by Shane Destiny! "THWAAAAAACK!!" JR: ENZIGURI! Destiny flies head over heels, but Roth is right back on him! Stood up, into a fireman's carry... "THUUUUUDDDD!!" DD: Death Valley Drivah! Roth is back as the favorite, 6 to 1! JR: Tarantella! Behind Jamie Roth...rear waistlock! "THUUUUUUUDDDD!!" JR: BRIDGED! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! JR: Roth gets the shoulder out at two! Back up, Tarantella whips Roth to the corner... [DEAFENING POP!] JR: HANDSPRING ELBOW! Roth staggers out, into a front facelock... "THUUUUUUDDD!!" DD: Brainbuster! Suspended brainbuster by that scarred up little moron, who goes to the top rope! JR: Tarantella! Jumps! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!" DD: FROG SPLASH! HE NAILED IT! JR: Cover! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! [POP!] DD: Tarantella to his feet!! "KAA-LAAAAAAAAANNNKKKK!!!!" [HARDCORE POP!] JR: CHAIRSHOT! Destiny bent that chair over Tarantella's head!! Roth to his feet...! "KAA-LAAAAAAAAANNNKKKK!!!!" DD: Roth goes down faster than his valet! [POP!] [Destiny picks Roth up, throws an arm around the neck of him and chucks him with a T-Bone suplex! POP! Shane gets to his feet and turns around, right as Tarantella races at him. Destiny picks him up for a suplex, but Tarantella slips over the back and rolls up Destiny!] JR: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT! DD: Destiny kicks Tarantella right into Roth! "THUUUD!!" JR: HURRICANRANA! ROLLUP! ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! DD: KICKOUT! [POP!] DD: TARANTELLA! "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGG!" [MASSIVE POP!!] JR:TARANTELLA THREW THE CHAIR AT JAMIE ROTH, WHO CAUGHT IT AND GOT A CHAIR ASSISTED DROPKICK TO THE FACE!! DD: Damn! That kid can kick like a motherfu- JR: HEY! Censors, remember?! DD: Right, right. JR: Tarantella picks up a dazed Shane Destiny and whips him to the ropes... "THWAAAAAACK!" JR: TARANTELLA FOLLOWS WITH A LEG LARIAT, AND USES HIS MOMENTUM TO BACKFLIP ONTO THE APRON! Tarantella scales the ropes and grabs Shane by the head, turning him around so he faces the turnbuckle... "THUUUUUUUD!!!" DD: TORNADO DDT!! JR: Tarantella with the cover... ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! DESTINY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! [POP!!] JR: Shane Destiny's had the tables turned on him now! A while back, he was dominating the match but now he's getting it taken to him courtesy of Tarantella. DD: Speaking of him, where's he goin' now? [Tarantella exits the ring and digs under it, grabbing a trash can and chucking it in the ring. An alert Jamie Roth catches it, and wheels around just as Shane Destiny is getting to his feet...] "KAAAA-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!" [...and dents the trashcan with Destiny's head! MEGA POP!] JR: Jamie Roth brings Shane to his feet, front facelock.... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!!!" DD: DDT ON THE TRASHCAN! JR: Cover! ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-TARANTELLA BREAKS IT UP!!! [Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.] JR: Jamie Roth nearly had the win, but Tarantella broke it up! And now both men are nose to nose... [POP!!] DD: Oh Jesus, it's a pier six brawl! JR: Roth with a right stuns Tarantella, swung to the ropes...backdro--TARANTELLA FLIPPED OUT AND LANDED ON HIS FEET! [HUGE POP!!] JR: Roth turns around, kick-DUCKED! Jamie, rear waistlock, German [ANOTHER HUGE POP!!] DD: He did it again! JR: Tarantella flips out of the German suplex and applies a rear waistlock of his own! German--blocked! Again--Roth blocks with his leg! [Neither man notices Shane Destiny sneaking up behind Tarantella. As both men fight over the German suplex, Destiny grabs Tarantella and with a mighty grunt German suplexes both men! HUGE POP! Shane bounces up and drops an elbow on both guys and covers Roth!] JR: ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-KICKOUT!! JAMIE ROTH KICKS OUT! [POP!!] JR: Destiny brings Jamie to his feet, whip to the ropes...clothesline ducked! Off the other side...cactus clothesline! Both men over the ropes from a Jamie Roth clothesline! [Jamie and Shane begin to duke it out on the outside, with their respective valets screaming support from just behind them. The only person not in the equation is Tarantella, who's bouncing off the opposite ropes and diving through them, headfirst onto everyone! INCREDIBLY LOUD POP!!] JR: TARANTELLA TAKES EVERYONE OUT!! SUICIDE DIVE, ONTO _EVERYONE_!!! TARANTELLA GETS TO HIS FEET AND SLINGS BOTH DESTINY AND ROTH INTO THE RING!! [BLOODTHIRSTY POP!!] JR: Whoa Jesus, Tarantella pushed a table into the ring! Both Destiny and Roth are out on their feet, and now it's Roth in the corner, trying to hold himself up! DD: Tarantella sets the table up and goes after Destiny! JR: Shane Destiny on the table now and Tarantella jumps onto the top rope! Tarantella turns around, facing the ring.... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" [HUGE, HOLY SHIT POP!!] DD: HOLY SHIT! JR: 450 SPLASH, THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!! BUT DESTINY MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!! DD: Roth leaps to make the cover!! JR: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING!! AH: Your winner...JAAAAMIIIEEEEEE ROOOOOOOOOOOOOTH!!! [HUGE POP!! as Roth slowly gets to his feet.. Angie quickly helping his roll to the floor as Roxie slides in and helps her man who seems none too happy.] JR: What a wild way to kick off the show! DD: Damn that pop rocker [bleep]! He'll get his man, he'll get his! JR: Wow.. you really hate that kid.. he must be doing something quite well. DD: Blow me. [And the bickering stops as we see Tarantella roll over, blood flowing from his mouth.. as he then sits up. And he just flashes a wicked smile to a Monster Pop!! from the blue collar crowd!] DD: He's smiling? What a certifiable madman! I dig!! JR: Let's hope this isn't the last time we see this man since he really put on a show, what a pick-up by the head office here, and he's cool in my book. DD: Unfortunately your cool book means jack sheeit to anybody important. [Time for Jacob Rodgers to change subjects.] JR: Well.. with that.. let's take you to some pre-recorded comments.. DD: From who? JR: You'll see. DD: Ohhh.. suspense! You're a dingleberry. [Scene: A table, on which sits a closed book. Sitting at the table, eyeballing the book is Russ Brady. He doesn't read it or even attempt to open it, but rather just stares at the book.] RB: Ah was never much fer book learnin'. Don't get me wrong, Ah went ta high school'n all 'at stuff, graduated, but every'thin' Ah ever learned, Ah did it through experience. Trial'n error. Fer instance, in mah younger years, Ah cin r'member bein' fascinated with pennies. Especially in 'ssociation with light sock'ts. [Brady cracks his knuckles and, well that's all.] RB: No matter how many times th' ol' man'd tell me Ah'd kill m'self, Ah never b'lieved 'em till Ah actually stuck the damn penny in the light socket. Damn near 'lectracuted m'self. Trial'n error. Ah gaurantee y'ain't gonna find that in some goddamned book. [With a sweep of his hand, Russ knocks the book off the table, and leans back in the chair.] RB: This brings me ta Donnie White. Th' 'tomic Blonde'r some such nonsense. Went ta wrasslin' school, learned to do all 'em fancy moves he did. That's all well'n good, if Ah was someone else. Mebbe if Ah was one o'them funny little Mehicans, witha mask'n stuff. Then he'd be in good shape. But Ah'm not. [...] RB: Ah didn't go ta no wrasslin' school, er throw no money at some goddamned thief who jes' wanted ta make a few bucks from a sucker. No sir, ever'thin' Ah know, Ah learned on th' job. The bes' way. All 'em suplexes...yeah, all three o'em...Ah learned on the road. Any o'them headlocks er holds...all from th' road. You? Ever'thin' ya know 'bout this bidness was taught ta ya by a fat bastard in Bumblefuck, Wes' Virginia who never 'mounted ta nuthin. Sure, sure, it all looks real easy in practice, but this ain't practice, Junior. Th' trainin' wheels're off, an' Ah'll tell ya straight up...y'ain't ready fer this sumbitch. [Brady points to himself, scowling.] RB: They won't be no breaks'n they won't be no time outs. It's real, live'n in color, an' Ah suggest 'at you come with yer fightin' boots on, er ya best not come at all. An' get'cher money back from that fucker in Virginia, cause ya might not be real "interested" in wrasslin after this match. Call it a hunch. [Fade back to Davidson and Rodgers.] DD: Big words from a goddamn hillbilly. JR: Why don'cha tell him that when he comes down here in a few? DD: I don't wanna bother anybody, I'm a professional. JR: Suuure. DD: Blow me, dingleberry. Anyhow, I don't need to beat this nancy down.. George Stevens seemed quite willing to do it just a few weeks ago. JR: Those two definitely don't like each other. DD: Really?! JR: Shut up.. anyhow.. let's see what "The Atomic Blonde" Donnie White had to say earlier about his match tonight. DD: The Blonde bomber! [We open in the generic backstage setting. See, this is easy because it takes little description, and you already know what it looks like, right? Good. Anyway... there it is. And standing against the wall in said backstage setting is the now 0-1 "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White. Now Donnie... he's ready to rumble. He's decked out in his ring attire, although the angle we're at shows very little of it. What we see most of is his self-assured little grin. Well, that, and his bleach-blonde hair, standing in stark contrast with his dark skin.] DW: Alright... so... Donnie White lost his debut in GIW. [He's bright, isn't he?] DW: You know what I say to that? So... freakin'... what. Yeah, that's right... I ain't sweatin' that, dig? Ain't no thing... just 'cause Donnie White lost once, that don't mean that he ain't travelling the superhighway to superstardom. [The self-proclaimed "Mr. Personality" flashes a big toothy grin.] DW: Because I am, you know. Now, tonight... we gonna try to get back on that road one mo' time against some big ol' goof named Russ Brady. Now I gotta admit... I heard of Greg Brady... and I heard of Marsha Brady... and I even heard of little Cindy Brady... but I ain't heard about no Russ Brady. Guess you must be a long lost cousin, or maybe the one kid neither Mike or Carol wanted, dig? [Donnie pauses, chuckling to himself.] DW: Course, that don't mean Donnie White's gonna feel sorry for ya, and therefore ease up on gettin' medieval on yo' ass, slick. 'Cause that's exactly what I'm gonna do to ya, ya big goofy honkey. I took it easy last week, dig. But this week, I ain't letting up. Aw no, there ain't no half-steppin' with Donnie White in the ring tonight, Russ Brady! In fact... [Again, White pauses, bending down and picking up... a Santa hat. He flamboyantly places it on his head and continues.] DW: In fact... Donnie White's done been gettin' into the whole Christmas spirit thing, dig? So what I'm gonna do tonight, is I'm gonna give all the fans out there my very own Christmas present... I'm gonna go out and strut my stuff, 'cause I'm too damn tough... I'm the power load that's ready to explode... I'mma drop the Atomic Bomb on you, and there ain't nothin' you can do, dig? Donnie White's in the hizzouse tonight, Russ Brady. And it don't matter if you bring the whole damn Brady Bunch to ringside witcha... Donnie White's got history to make in this Christmas holiday. Tonight, I'm launchin' the greatest career ever. [Donnie nods confidently, smiling all the while.] DW: And I _know_... I'm gonna have myself a happy new year. Now 'scuse me while I go strut my stuff. [Fade back to ringside.] DD: Donnie White! This guy is tits. JR: Is tits?! DD: Hell yeah, he rocks. Like a good ole pair of jugs. JR: Well.. let's not waste another moment here.. let's go to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions. AH: Ladies and gentlemen.. our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. introducing first.. *BOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGG!* *BOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGG!* [And to a good reaction, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" as done by Metallica blasts throughout the Sand Dollah and the fans turn to the curtains. They are parted by a huge paw, and out through the entrance comes the scowling Russ Brady. Brady wears black jeans and a sleeveless grey tee shirt with "KILLER" printed in bold black letters on it. Both hands are wrapped in white tape, much like a boxer, and the tattoo of a skull and crossbones over a Confederate flag is easily visible. His dirty blonde hair is slicked back with sweat, and it can be seen that he's in need of a shave. The black leather boots on his feet click as he walks down the aisle and stomps up the steps. He ducks into the ring, and energetically thrusts both hands in the air to a POP!] AH: Standing in the ring at this time.. he stands in tonight at 307 pounds.. hailing from Tulsa, Oklahoma.. here is.. RUSS BRADY!!!! [Big pop as Brady throws an arm in the air!] AH: And his opponent.. ["Cult of Personality" blares over the speakers, sending the crowd into a mixed pop. A few seconds after the opening guitar riff starts, the rookie himself, "Mr. Personality", "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White steps into the aisle with a big ol' crap-eating grin on his face. He makes his way to the ring to some boos now.] AH: Making his way to the ring.. he stands in tonight at 190 pounds.. hailing from Whitehaven, Mississippi.. here is.. "ATOMIC BLONDE" DONNIE WHITE!! [Bigger boos as he hops onto the ring apron.. he hops into the ring and throws his arms in the air ultra-cocky.. before eyeing his much bigger opponent.] -------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Match!! "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White vs. Russ Brady Written By: Terry Jue -------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!!!!] [White stares across the ring at the huge Brady and gives a sort of, "Holy crap..." sort of look. However, he toughens up and meets up with Brady in the center of the ring...] Crowd: OH!!! [...and gets tossed damn near across it.] JR: What power shown by Russ Brady! DD: Ah, shut the hell up with your bias opinions, Jacob. I'm tired of your uneven play-calling. JR: I'm just stating the obvious, Dirk. Brady damn near threw Donnie White out of the ring! [Looking a bit shocked, White picks himself back up and charges at Brady, bouncing off the large Oklahoma native. He leaps up to his feet and charges once more, this time, ducking a swinging lariat and bouncing off the ropes. He launches himself with a crossbody block...] Crowd: OH!!! JR: Brady caught him in mid-air! DD: That's it, Donnie...wear him down! JR: ..... [With a smug look on his face, Russ Brady adjusts the positioning of his hands and lifts White into the air with an impressive looking military press. He begins to do reps, pressing the "Atomic Blonde" not once, not twice...hell, not even three times. He presses White over his head a good five times, before nonchalantly dropping him face-first onto the canvas! Pop!] DD: That's it, Donnie! You have him on the run! Work those arms...he won't know what'd hit him! JR: Good God, Dirk! What are you talking about!? Russ Brady's strength advantage is so huge, it's stupid! DD: Hey, just you watch...Russ Brady's going to feel numbness and them...*BOOM!* it'll be all over for him! [Having a pretty good time out there, Brady picks up the still hurting White, and places his head between his legs. He looks around a bit, before lifting White up for a powerbomb...] JR: No! White lands behind him! DD: Kick to the knee! Yeah, baby! That's how you do it! JR: Didn't you just tell him to work the arms? DD: Shut up, Rodgers! Donnie's got the redneck on the run! [Temporarily slowing the big man down with a kick to the knee, White repeats this move, kicking him in the knee twice more. He bounces off the ropes and manages to take Brady down with a stunningly swift dropkick to the knee, to some mild shock from the crowd.] JR: Sound strategy by Donnie White, as he finally manages to take Russ Brady down! DD: Trying to change sides, eh? Too bad, Rodgers! I already called this winner! JR: *Sigh* Whatever you say, Dirk. [With Brady stunned, White grabs him in a headlock as he rises, and races towards the turnbuckles, using his feet to kick off and twist in mid-air...] _____THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!_____ ["Nice move!" pop!] JR: TORNADO BULLDOG BY DONNIE WHITE AND THE COVER!!! DD: That's it! ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! DD: Damnit! [A bit annoyed, White pulls Brady back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, only to have the big man easily reverse it. As he comes off the ropes, White leapfrogs a spear attempt, catching a turning Brady with a kick to the gut and...] _____TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!_____ [Heel pop!] DD: It's over, count to a million...Brady ain't kicking out! JR: Double-arm DDT plants Russ Brady on his head! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!! SO CLOSE!! DD: That was a slow count, damnit! This match's got to be fixed! [Without missing a beat, White immediately gets back to his feet and runs up the ropes. He straightens himself up and backflips over...] Crowd: OHHH!!! DD: Goddamnit!! JR: Brady caught him...again!! [Why yes, Russ Brady did. He straightens White up a bit and backs up. With Donnie White frantically shaking his head and punching down on him, Russ Brady merely shrugs off the blows and runs...] Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!! JR: Oh my. DD: HOLY CRAP!!! [...launching White out of the ring, much like a lawn dart. A one hundred and ninety pound lawn dart to be exact. Huge pop!] JR: I...I think that may be it for Donnie White. He just got thrown clear out into the aisle. DD: Never give up, Donnie! Come on, you can do it! [At any rate, referee Eli Francois begins to make the count outside the ring. However, before he can even reach "Two!", Brady shoves him aside and exits the ring. He pulls White back up to his feet and lifts him into the air into another military press, before tossing him back into the ring through the second rope to another pop!] DD: Disqualification, damnit! JR: For what? DD: For...for being a big, stupid redneck! It should be illegal to be that big and dumb! [Brady slides back into the ring and whips White into the ropes...] _____THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!_____ [Face pop!] JR: SPINEBUSTER NEARLY BREAKS DONNIE WHITE IN HALF!!! DD: Damnit...enough playing around...win the match already, Donnie! JR: Here's the pin... ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! WHITE SLIPS THE SHOULDER AT THE LAST SECOND!!! [Shaking his head a bit, Brady picks White back up and slings him into the ropes. However, White manages to slide between his legs and quickly nail him with a kick to the groin! Heel pop!] JR: Come on, Francois...do your job! DD: Old man's blind as a bat...gotta' love it! [With Brady doubled over, White quickly sends him down with an ugly piledriver, more-so from the fact that Brady's a bit too heavy for a man that's White's size to pick-up, rather than from not knowing what the hell he's doing. A bit dazed, White climbs to the top rope and does a goofy sort of gesture towards the crowd, that sends a chorus of boos his way.] JR: I think White's going for the Atomic Bomb...his version of the senton bomb! DD: Whoo...can I call a winner, or what? [White gives himself a reassuring nod and then leaps...] _____THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!_____ Crowd: OHHHHH!!! [...and misses!] JR: Brady moved out of the way! White missed! DD: ARGH!!! [And Brady's back up on his feet...] _____THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!_____ [HUGE POP!] JR: REDNECK!!! DD: You don't have to point out Russ Brady, I already know what he looks like, damnit! JR: Here's the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! BRADY WINS!!! [FACE POP!] DD: DAMNIT!!! [DING DING DING!!] JR: Donnie White's inexperience was the deciding factor here. He went for his finisher way too early...and Russ Brady was able to capitalize on that mistake with the Redneck. DD: Don't...don't even talk to me. JR: Let's go to Antonio Herves for the official word. AH: YOUR WINNER... RUSS BRADY!!!!! [BIG POP!! for the southern big man who throws his arms in the air!!] DD: What a damn shame. Trust me, once White gets off the snide, he's gonna be a force to be reckoned with. JR: He's a young stud.. with more experience under his belt, I tend to agree with you there. DD: As you should, I'm always right. JR: Hardly. Russ Brady with a big win over the promising Donnie White, and I'm sure George Stevens had a watchful eye on this one. DD: Doubtful, he's prepping for his big match later on this evening. [Rodgers nods ina agreeance.] |
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JR: And speaking of big matches fans, next up is the first title defense for City Jack as he takes on "Classy" Kendrick Lane, who's definitely looking to improve on a poor showing on the first of this month. Let's see what they had to say about tonight's contest. [Scene: Open up to outside the Sand Dollar Marina Cargo Stationing Area. The camera comes upon a pair of sandals, khaki chinos, a tacky looking blue Hawaiian shirt, and a goofy looking grin on the face of one..."CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane. His long, blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and his goatee is, as always, trimmed to perfection. Lane does some goofy looking "cha-cha" motions with his shoulders as the camera moves in closer...] Lane: #Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump# [And closer...] Lane: #Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump# [Closer...] Lane: #Ba-bump...# [Suddenly, he pauses in mid "cha-cha" and holds up his hands.] Lane: #BUH-DUUUUHHHHH!!!!# [And with that, he effortlessly moves back to his "cha-cha" movements, before dropping his arms to his sides and laughing to himself.] Lane: Two weeks ago...heh, yeeeeaaahhh, *you* know what I'm talking about. [He holds up two fingers.] Lane: _TWO_ weeks ago, you people all saw Kendrick Lane strut his way down to the aisle with the most darn impressive entrance... [Kendrick gets a crazed look in his eyes and suddenly yells.] Lane: ..._EVER!!!_ [Just as abruptly, he stands back straight and dusts off his shirt.] Lane: Yes...the most impressive entrance ever. You saw as I displayed my grandfunk jiggy skills and brought everyone in that arena into a frenzy. But then, you saw me, just as quickly, be eliminated by that Brady guy. [His face contorts to one of disgust, anger, and really bad over-acting.] Lane: ME! Me of all people! Kendrick Lane! [He balls up his fists and furrows his brow.] Lane: Grrrrrr.... [Down, tiger.] Lane: AND YOU KNOW WHAT!?!?!?!?!?! [And once again, he abruptly drops his arms to his side.] Lane: That's what I planned to happen! [He nods enthusiastically.] Lane: Yeah! I _let_ myself lose! It's bad for business if I just went in there and outclassed everyone, you know. I mean, I have to be nice to these people! What kind of example would I be setting to all the boys and girls in the audience if I just waltzed in there and tossed each and every last one of those guys? I have to make it look like they're actually tough or something! So...yeah. [He looks around suspiciously, before sticking out his chest and placing his hands on his hips.] Lane: I *let* myself lose! Yeah...I did! [Lane's shoulders suddenly slump and he shakes his head.] Lane: But who would've known that City Jack guy was going to win? I mean, what's the point of being fair to people like that if a fat guy like that wins? [Kendrick pauses to ponder what he just said. His eyes light up and he quickly holds up his hands and shakes his head furiously.] Lane: Woahwoahwoah! Before you take that last statement as an admission of my hatred towards big-boned people...think again! I'm far too classy to speak ill of the morbidly obese! [...] Lane: All I'm saying is that GIW can do *so* much better than City Jack. Sure, he's an inspiration to like...all those ugly women that try to pick me up in the parking lot after shows, but really, is he the kind of guy we need carrying the banner of our organization? [Kendrick thinks about his own question and sorta nods.] Lane: YEAH, IS HE!?!?!?!? [He smiles and shakes his head.] Lane: No...he isn't. [He points an accusing finger towards the camera.] Lane: YOU KNOW DARN WELL THAT HE ISN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!! [He pulls his hand back close to his chest, looking kind of shocked.] Lane: Sorry about that folks, I don't know what came over me. But still, none of us need City Jack as the TV champion. No, we need somebody else. [He begins to nod.] Lane: Yeah...somebody that's a heck of a good wrestler! Somebody that's like...tall! Somebody that's from Ann Arbo-....Syracuse, New York! Somebody that knows Luke Kinsey! [He pumps a fist.] Lane: Yeah! And...and that somebody should be really handsome! With blond hair! Yeah! And he should like...not be prejudice against fat people! And...and he should be classy! [He snaps his fingers and points a finger into the air.] Lane: You know what, guys? I think I know who that somebody is! Yeah...I think you know who it is, too! Because, folks...face it. [Kendrick fixes his shirt and points a thumb towards his chest.] Lane: I *am* that somebody! [Another "cha-cha" of the shoulders, a goofy smile, two big thumbs up, and we finally...fade out.] DD: What a class act. We need more stand-up guys like Kendrick Lane around these parts. JR: You are joking, right? DD: Never. JR: Lord.. help us. DD: Can't.. I'm busy. JR: [sighs] [Scene comes to one of the harbors on the Grand Isle on a kind of ominous-looking day with the clouds and the wind and all... Rain maybe. Important thing, though, is that one City Jack - GIW Television Champion - is out here, sitting down on a fold [and stressed]-out chair. Sitting the hefty man's lap is the TV title in all its glory. Jack would pick it up, but he's got his hands full with a beer and a sandwich. Anyway, let's just go to Jack.] CJ: Why, I'm just here trying to put down two stones at the same time, you see? I haven't done the time to look around this ol' place much and, hey, I got shoot one of these things for you people out there. A two for one, if you see? [Jack nods with a smile.] CJ: I only had time to come in to this Grand Isle, setup myself for a bit, and then go out there and do my show. Other than that there, I hadn't time to enjoy any of this ol' place. 'Cept for today, where I can the people of this place are just a hot-full as my Liberty. Why today, I just met a couple of these boaters, traded a few stories, you see - something I always love to do. [CJ laughs a bit.] CJ: But I guess you all don't want to hear about how chumming it up with the locals is a great thing. Naw, naw, I know what you all want to hear, so I'll save my weeks here for when I meet you all personally on this island. [City nods, hoping he gets to meet some of his fans soon.] CJ: I'm guessin' what's it like having this title around me? Ha, can't be much different from anything else this year. If I could fit these dagone things around me, I'd say I'd be naked with out one! Ha, but it's true, been a good year for me and nothin's changed here with GIW. Got a title and had a grand ol' time gettin' it. [Jack takes a swig of his beer before going on.] CJ: Yeah, this ol' sob was having fun left and right running my show in that there ring couple weeks back. It was something else, I'll tell you, seeing all those bodies chucked out one by one as I kept on motorin' myself all around that there ring. I'll tell you, though... [Jack shakes his head.] CJ: I did done get a lil' fright in this body when I saw that guy come out near the end. I never saw such a sight as that - that man was a huge son of... heh, better not say, but you know. When I saw that thing come on out, I was like a deer in those lights for a moment, but then had to just go on with my business. I had to know that things would just be fixin' themselves out for me as long as I kept running that there show. And things did, for luck I guess. [Jack smiles, takes a bite out of sandwich, and then pats his title with his beer hand... spilling a little beer on the face. Oh well, Jack buffs it off.] CJ: Ha, better be more careful, huh? Don't know what them GIW people would say to this here metal smelling like some grade-A ale. [Jack lays the title down by the chair.] CJ: But as I was talking, I kept rolling in there and I did done win that there title. Can say I'm the only sob in the whole GIW with on of these things. Even though the way I won it I didn't like much, it is good to say "Champion City Jack". [Jack smirks a bit.] CJ: Yeah, but I'll say this to that Faith man - if you want a shot at this here title any time, you just go ahead give the answer to my mug. Havin' that Bobby Ray Wilkins plan-out cheat ya from a one-on-one shot with City Jack just wasn't right in my book. I ain't gonna enjoy this title all I can until I beat you over it. [Jack gives a hard nod to that.] CJ: But before I even get into anything like that, I got this little matter of this "Classy" Kendrick Lane putting a bid on the Tel-e-vision Title. Now people tell me that this Lane character was in that there dukefest, but I didn't see one second of the guy. Maybe it cause I was boppin' all over the ring at the time, and he went out as fast as comin' in. But even so, bust even so... [CJ holds his index finger up for a moment as he takes a swig of beer.] CJ: Even so, I can't say nothing bad about this guy until I actually see the man, right in front of my lil' ol self... Haha, maybe not so lil', but you know what I know. [Jack gives a wink to the camera.] CJ: Naw, I'm not going to this challenge any lightly... In fact... [Jack nods... uh oh, storytime.] CJ: In fact, I remember back up there in Kentucky, my debut match in fact. Now you see, before I got into all this fightin', I actually was one of those people settin' up that there ring, fetchin' this and that all over the place just to setup the night. Now this one night, I came in and the promoter, he came to me and said, "Now City, I got ask you a favor..." Now I'm sure you could tell I was surprised, and I'll say even nervous, but I took it. Something new always whets this sob's appetite. So I went in there... [Jack smiles and shakes his head.] CJ: It was against Grant Stone, one of my most hated enemies. At that time, he was the top dog in Louisville - after Liberty, we moved to Louisville, you see. Anyway, he was the champ and I was just there to put up something for the fans to enjoy. Now I went in there and knew lick. Absolutely nothing. ANd ol' Grant, ah, yeah he knew the same and boy was that one smug mug. Hated seein' that face. But boy... [Jack leans a bit in.] CJ: Boy, I done just went wild on the man. Fists were a-flyin' and Grant's body, it was a-droppin'. Now, in the end, Stone there got the duke on me and won, but I showed him something that in any match on any day... You just got to be prepared for everything. Who knows? [Jack leans back with a smile.] CJ: This Kendrick Lane could be the City Jack in my story there. Thing is? See I know, I'm coming prepared. I'm no smug mug myself, so I've got the leg up there. And also unlike that Grant Stone, I'm going to have some fun in that ring and make it something to watch for those fans. So you all, come on out to the Marina and watch a good one. [Jack gives a nod.] CJ: I know at least on my end, it'll nothing but a party. I'll try to invite you all down. [Jack lifts his beer up and then drinks it down as the camera fades out.] DD: I hate this fat sumbitch. JR: I doubt he likes you either. DD: Like I care? After tonight, he won't be sheeit. JR: Well, let's go to Antonio Hervez and find out right now! DD: Ok.. dingleberry. [Cut to Hervez standing in the ring.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is for the Grand Isle Wrestling TELEVISION TITLE!! [POP!!] [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.] #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 through the ring ropes and struts around the ring some more, snapping his fingers to the beat as the song mercifully...ends.] JR: Kendrick Lane, who didn't make much of an impression at the very first GIW event. In fact, he might have set a world record for the shortest time in a battle royal. DD: Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute there Jake. I had a chance to talk to Mr. Lane and he told me that from his view the people in the ring weren't up to his level as far as quality goes, and I can't blame him.. we had more rednecks in that ring then you ever want to see. So, I applaud Mr. Lane for getting out of the way of a white-trash rumble. JR: Are you done? DD: No, as far as Mr. Lane's opponent tonight... he's not even close to his level, he's- [As "Classic Gas" by Chet Atkins starts up, the crowd at the Marina gives a healthy cheer for entering the Television Champion. City Jack - dressed in his dark brown wrestling singlet with a blue stripe down the side of each leg and a very snug red T-shirt - walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans nearby as he passes. After shaking some hands with the ringside fans, Jack sort of juke's & jive's his way up the ringsteps and into the ring to a face pop. After giving his title to the ref, City Jack raises his arms in the air with a wide smile for just a bit more of a pop.] JR: Here's Antonio with the introductions. DD: He looks a little bit taller this week. [We take to the midget in the middle of the ring.] AH: Standing to de right of me at des time. Hailing from Syracuse, New York. He stands in at six feet four inches and weighs in at a very... I don't know dat man. Here's the challenger, CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASY KENDRICK LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLANE! [A good number of boos from the crowd.] DD: Great job there Antonio. Can't we fire this guy yet Jake? JR: He adds something to the aura of GIW. AH: And his opponent is standing to my other right at des time. He hails from Liberty, Kentucky... he stands in at six feet two inches. He is _yer_ GIW Television Champion! Here is CITY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! [A great reaction from the crowd.] ----------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Television Title Match!! "Classy" Kendrick Lane vs. City Jack [c] Written By: Ryan Duffy ----------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!!!] JR: Let's get this one going... and there's the bell. These two are very close in height, but City Jack has himself a good fifty pounds of size to his advantage. DD: That's fat, mind you. JR: Yes, we know... everyone at home can see that. DD: I'm just pointing it out. JR: And there's the collar and elbow tie-up, quick side head lock by Kendrick Lane. Lane is backed up into the ropes by the much larger Jack. DD: Fat. JR: Whatever, Jack sends Lane into the farside ropes... shoulder block and down goes Lane! Lane back up to his feet but now it's City Jack who comes off the ropes and there's another shoulder block! And again Lane hits the mat hard. DD: Those ropes can't take much more of Jack's body weight slamming into it! [Jack now picks up Lane once again and backs him into the ropes once again, but this time with a pair of quick elbow shots. This time Jack goes for the big irish whip, but Lane is able to reverse it.. into a drop toe hold! City Jack hits the mat face first!] DD: That was classy. JR: A good move by Kendrick Lane there, and now he measures up City Jack as he gets back to his feet... DROPKICK! Right to the face of City Jack he plants a dropkick. Lane winds up on the stunned City Jack... BIG ELBO- NO! Jack sidesteps him and counters with a full nelson from behind! [BIG POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: FACE FIRST SLAM! Lane is driven face first into the mat... DD: He was just squashed! [Jack goes for a quick cover but Lane kicks out before referee Eli Francois can get to one. Jack picks up Lane from the mat and tosses him into the nearest corner of the ring. He plants him into the corner with a big back elbow.] JR: City Jack going to work on wearing down Kendrick Lane here.. SLLLLLLAPPP! JR: A backhand chop there and the echo was incredible. SLLLLLLAPPP! JR: Oh my! Another one and you can see the red on Lane's chest now. DD: This isn't wrestling, this isn't what Kendrick Lane signed up for.. City Jack isn't a wrestler, he's just a big fa- [POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: HEADBUTT! And Lane just crumbles in the corner. DD: Oh and what the hell does City Jack think he's doing now!? JR: A little dancing by the T.V Champ! And the crowd loves it. DD: He's just jiggling! JR: Doesn't matter, because he's having fun out there right now. [Jack finishes off his little dance and picks up a very stunned Kendrick Lane out of the corner and whips him into the ropes, Lane stumbles off the ropes and right into a BIG BEARHUG by City Jack!] JR: Bearhug by the Champion! DD: That's like a big old grizzly bear hug too... JR: It looks like Jack could be going for his Metroboom, but an elbow from Lane to the side of Jack's head prevents it! There's another one and Jack lets go of the the bearhug. Lane with an uppercut chop to the throat of City Jack! DD: Cut the big man's air off. JR: Jack is holding his throat in some serious pain... but Lane comes in and hooks his head, SWINGING NECKBREAKER! [A big thud by City Jack hitting the mat. Lane goes for a pin himself but Eli can't even get his arm started before Jack lifts his shoulder off of the mat. Lane gets up quickly and puts the boots to the champ, trying to wear him down some more. Lane backs up to the ropes and comes off of them, he lifts his leg high into the air as he leaps..] THUUUD! [FACE POP!] JR: CITY JACK SAT UP! LANE GOES FOR THE LEGDROP AND JACK SITS UP AT THE LAST MOMENT! DD: What did you say brother? JR: I don't get it. Jack is back to his feet and waits for Lane to get up, but Lane's holding his tailbone in some pain there as he gets up. [Lane walks right into a big time body slam by City Jack! Jack jives a little bit more for the crowd, shaking his arms to the right and left... and his stomach follows the jiggling.] DD: His fat.. it's almost hypnotic. JR: City Jack is getting down in the ring. DD: Ahhh! [Jack picks up Lane, but Lane is quicker and stops Jack from dancing with a quick jab to the stomach. Another, and two more! Lane gets back to his feet, abandons the punches and goes for a headbutt on City Jack!] JR: And Lane just found out the hard way that you don't headbutt the big man! Lane stumbles around holding his head in pain... he turns around HEADBUTT by City Jack and Lane hits the mat. DD: But Lane is smart here and he rolls out of the ring to the outside for safety. Oh don't... don't... crap, Jack is going to start dancing again, isn't he? We need to get this guy off of TV and quick. JR: But Jack isn't going to dance, instead he himself heads to the outside of the ring! We've got ourselves a brawl on our hands now. [Jack and Lane exchange rights on the outside of the ring, but it's Lane who gets the advantage with a rake to the face of City Jack.. Lane winds up and slings Jack right into the guardrail! Which backs up a good six feet from Jack's size. The crowd clears out of the way quickly.] DD: We need a retention wall, I do believe. Look kids, Shamu! JR: Will you stop? DD: Never. Well, not until Jack goes on the Subway diet. JR: And now Kendrick Lane has himself a chair! This can't be good for City Jack. [Lane heads over into the sort of bow shaped guardrail that Jack created. He winds up with the steel chair in hand... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [HEEL POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: Across the back with that steel chair, this is uncalled for Dirk. DD: No, the dancing is uncalled for, this.. this is necessary. JR: Lane is winding up again, and I don't think Jack's back will be able to withstand under the pressure of another chair shot. Lane swings... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [AN EVEN BIGGER HEEL POP!] JR: Jack is now just in a heap on the outside, and that chair has been dented... that son of a bitch Lane didn't hit him on the back again... DD: He hit in him in the most fatty part of City Jack... his head. JR: I can't believe that you think this funny Dirk, this is uncalled for. DD: Well, it's pretty funny. [Lane tosses the dented chair aside and begins to drag the TV Champ towards the ring some, however, his size prohibits him from pulling the champ all that far. Lane tries to bring Jack to his feet, but that too he has little luck with. Lane is seemingly getting frustrated with Jack on the outside and puts some quick stomps to the back of his head.] JR: City Jack could be seriously hurt here and all Kendrick Lane can do is kick the man while he's down. DD: We are going to need a forklift out here to get City Jack into the ring. JR: It looks as if Lane has resorted to trying to pull Jack up by the hair here... and it looks like a very tired and very beaten City Jack is now getting back to his feet, thanks to help from Lane. DD: See, now that's classy. JR: Wait.. here's the whip... LOOK OUT! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUD! [HEEL POP!] [City Jack is whipped by Lane right into the announcers table! Jack's body sort of spills up on one side which makes him end up right in the way of Dirk Davidson. Dirk is semi-repulsed by City Jack near him and this causes him to back away.] JR: Seems like Dirk doesn't want to call this match with me, and now Kendrick Lane with those jabs right to the side of the head of City Jack. No remorse here by the Classy one, and it might be his best bet at upsetting the Television Champion. [Lane peels Jack off of the table and brings him back to the ring. Dirk returns, but doesn't put on his headphones just yet... Lane slams Jack face first into the side of the ring. This causes Jack to fall to one knee, but Lane picks him up by the head and rolls him back into the ring.] JR: And now Lane is back into the ring as well, he climbs to the middle rope... SLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [Heel pop!] JR: He drops an elbow from the middle rope right onto City Jack! Here's the cover by Lane, this could be it! ONE! TWO! THRE- JR: Shoulder up by City Jack! Two and nine tenths right there, but wait.. Lane pushes Jack back to the mat, here's another pin! ONE! TWO! TH- JR: Jack kicks out even quicker this time! There's something still left in the tank of City Jack, and I think we're about to see it explode here. DD: I gotta tell you, that was sick, there is now sweat all over this place... and it seems like Crisco, I swear! I need towel out here pronto. JR: And now Lane drives his forearm over the face of City Jack! [You can see as Lane pushes down, Jack shakes in a lot of pain.] DD: That's gotta hurt like a mother fu- JR: Anyways. [Seeing that that has had its effect, Lane gets up to his feet and heads outside and up to the top rope. Egging on the crowd the entire time as well.] JR: Kendrick Lane is going to fly here, but it seems as if he's waiting for City Jack to get back to his feet... Jack's a little slow up, but he's trying to get up. DD: It takes him ten minutes to get up normally! JR: Will you shut up!? DD: I'm speechless! JR: Thank God. [City Jack gets back to his feet.] JR: Lane leaps from the top rope... Double Axehan- NO! Jack with a punch to the stomach and Lane flips over onto his back! Great counter! Lane's back up though... SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM! [FACE POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: SINGLE ARM DDT BY CITY JACK! DD: This is not good, not good at all! [City Jack gets back up to his feet and quickly drops an elbow across the throat of Kendrick Lane! He gets back up and drops another one! The crowd starts to get into it as Jack gets up again and drops a third elbow! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! ... and on that one City Jack is tired and can't seem to bring himself back to his feet again, but he lays on Lane for the cover!] ONE! TWO! THRE- JR: Kickout at the last moment by Lane! But Jack drops seven incredible elbows and that had to take its effect on Lane. DD: And with the weight behind those, you can only wonder how isn't Kendrick Lane's throat crushed after all of that. And on top of that, is it really possible that a man can sweat _that_ much!? JR: It's been a long match, and City Jack has fought hard.. yes, when you do those things you start to sweat Dirk, it's a fact of life. DD: Yeah, but that's like normal sweat... this is like buckets of sweat. JR: City Jack rolls Lane up back to his feet. No! Eye rake by Kendrick Lane! Jack is blinded for the moment and that gives Lane an opening... elbow shot of his own and that backs up City Jack! There's another elbow shot... DD: Why aren't the fans cheering for these elbows like before? Don't they know talent!? JR: Lane for a third elbow... Blocked by Jack! [City Jack just then shakes his index finger at Lane along with shaking his head saying "I don't think so."] JR: FOREARM SMASH! THE METROPILL! AND JACK FOLLOWS UP WITH AN ELBOW BLAST! DD: Blast? [Lane hits the mat hard after that last shot.] JR: As in, not standing anymore. DD: You mean the _illegal_ elbow shots that City Jack has been using? Yes, if we didn't have such a blind referee this match would have been stopped and the title would have been given to Kendrick Lane. JR: They aren't illegal. DD: They should be. [Lane is back to his feet using the ropes. And Jack comes over to pick him up the full way... HEEL POP!] JR: Lane goes low with a back kick and Jack is now in a serious bit of pain. DD: I didn't see a thing. JR: And now Lane has the advantage here... modified Russian legsweep as Lane sends City Jack face first into the mat. DD: That right there was an _inverted_ Russian legsweep... again I have to carry this announce team. JR: Great. [Lane grabs one of the legs of City Jack and looks to lock on.] DD: GENIUNE CLASS! FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK THIS WILL WIN IT! [FACE POP!] JR: NO! CITY JACK PUSHES OFF LANE WITH HIS OTHER LEG! DD: Damnit. JR: Kendrick Lane goes into the corner, and now City Jack is back to his feet... he charges into the corner... NO! Lane moves out of the way and City Jack splashes face first into that corner... DD: And wow did the whole ring move or what? JR: Indeed that was a heck of an impact there. DD: Lane needs to take the advantage here again, he needs to finish it off. JR: There's an irish whip by Lane... No! Reversed by City Jack... Lane into the ropes on the farside he comes off and INTO A BEARHUG! [FACE POP!] JR: And now he holds Lane in the bearhu- [BIG MOVE POP!] JR: METROBOOM! METROBOOM! BEARHUG INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! CITY JACK WITH THE COVER! DD: He's crushing the life out of Lane with that pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] AH: De winner of de match and _steel_ Television Champion.. CITY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! [The title is handed to the very tired and very sweaty City Jack in the ring and the crowd gives off its biggest roar yet.] JR: And here we go, some more dancing and jiving by the T.V Champ... City Jack. DD: There goes our five viewers to vomit. JR: What a big win for the TV champ, and what an equally great showing by Kendrick Lane. DD: Jack got lucky, Lane got robbed, enough said.. let's move the fizzuck one. JR: Fizzuck? [City Jack takes his dancing to the outside to celebrate with some of the fans around ringside. And then we fade out.] [The camera opens to a bright, sunshine filled morning, just outside of Bossier City, Louisiana, a small gambling hub of the bayou state. Leviticus Nelson, the giant that he is, simply stands behind the much smaller Bobby Joe Defay. Nelson wears a simple white "wife beater" with black cargo pants, his face stoic as always, while Defay wears a black suit, with a collar less white shirt underneath the suit. Defay sips a bit of his coffee from a cup within his hand, and sets the cup down on the front of his late 90's model Cadillac Seville, as Nelson walks back from behind him, around to the back of the car, and leans back against the trunk, his massive back as a backdrop for the tiny Defay. Defay smirks slightly, as he looks over his shoulder, then back into the camera.] Defay: It's funny...the lengths a man will go, in order to shower his inhibitions with a small touch o' courage. I mean...look behind me...massive...angry...controlled monster...and someone had the courage to attack him from behind...and cost him a little chance to win the Rumble. I've got to hand it to you McBaine...you're reputation precedes you. You're some sort of "legend" in this "business", aren't you? For instance, you've been in some heated battles, with some very violent men, haven't you? [Defay smirks.] Defay: No really, I'm impressed. [Defay smirks yet again.] Defay: I mean, what better example...then one that's already been established as the pride and joy of this company. The way the backstage was...it was as if the coming of the Lord himself, had just happened, and I shoulda been lucky I was there to witness it. They oogled over you... they dropped their jaws...they looked as if they had just seen the impossible. So, with that in mind...I should just tell him to stay clear of you...isn't that right? I mean, that's certainly what you'll tell us to do, isn'? You'll warn of the damage that you'll cause, because...certainly...there's been some horrible act that's caused you the pain that "wilts your inside's away"... Right? [Defay looks back at Nelson, who's head is still lowered, as if he's attempting to ignore all of the words Defay speaks.] Defay: Allow me to save you the time McBaine...I don't think he cares...and I damn sure don't. See, he's my cash cow, make no mistakes about that...there _is_ no confusion. He does what I say...because when his darkest days haunted his soul...I was there to add light. He's found his "Lord" but make no mistakes..._I'm_ his savior. So, there's no real problem when I simply tell him to bleed you dry. Because, he's got something you know nothing about McBaine. Sure, you've got that fancy little eye condition, and a killer reputation...but he's got loyality...loyality to whatever I ask of him. And McBaine...? I'm asking for your body to be placed at my feet. [Defay smiles, as he lowers his head, chuckling softly, almost maniacally] Defay: And trust me McBaine...he'll do just what I say. [Fade back to the table.] DD: What a con artist. This guy is so full of sheeit.. it stinks. JR: Clever. DD: My ass. JR: What about it? DD: Eat it. Like mother like son. JR: Low. DD: Hey.. as soon as you say DeFay is a douche bag and Nelson is an oversized buffoon.. I'll stop. JR: That's yet to be proven. DD: Whatever.. let's go to somebody who WILL prove it soon enough.. here is a prerecorded message from the badass himself.. "Bad Eye" McBaine. [Blackness...] *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . Voice: Let me tell you about a boy name Jack... [Slowly the glare from a single, dingy light bulb overtakes the scene. The wispy neon burning filaments within the bulb sear with a steady hum as the camera gently begins to pull back from it. Within moments a massive looking, heavily scarred back emerges beneath a matted mound of jet black vines of human hair. The body of the scarred figure is hunched over heavily, seemingly lost within what appears to be a rather dingy mirror in one of the bathrooms of the Sand Dollar Marina. After a few moments a low, raspy voice that was once VERY familiar to the wrestling world and now is again is heard in almost a whisper...] Voice: Jack was of the flesh of the average man... [The scarred back slowly expands and then shrinks as a heavy breath is taken.] Voice: But that was not where his true strengths lay... oh no... his strengths were in what engulfed his mind... and what seethed in his heart... [Another hoarse deep breath is heard as the camera slowly begins to approach the matted vines of the figure.] Voice: Some believed that Jack’s slaughter of the abominable freak of nature was a righteous act... an act in order to give his family food... and proper shelter... so that they could live another day... A ‘charitable act’ to bring balance to the unfairness that fate had passed down on to him... Much like Robin Hood... [The figure pauses a moment to chuckle...] Voice: A man who would be no more than a modern day cross-dressing, thug... using his delusions to fuel his hunger for attention... But see, that is where everyone is wrong... Jack was not a hero... Jack was not a man who tried to right the wrongs of a twisted time... Jack was a cold-blooded assassin... who broke into the house of the town’s whipping boy... a man like any other... but one size too big... Jack broke into his house... disrupted the new life free of torment, the giant had tried to begin by moving away... stole his only friends, a mere animal and a harp... and then killed the giant without a second thought... [The camera pauses as the black rattails of hair now fill the entire screen. Slowly it begins to circle, trying to reveal a face.] Voice: All this but for one reason... *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . Voice: To prove that he could... [The camera circles enough so that a rather large black eye patch can be seen beneath the raggedy vines. As the moments soon pass, blackish gray stubble can be made out as well beneath the vines... pointing to but one man, all thought was gone for good... until he appeared last week...] Voice: If you ask me... he was the TRUE monster... [The stringy vines of hair covering "Bad Eye" McBaine's face shake slightly as he chuckles under his breath.] McBaine: A monster after my own heart... [The single good eye of McBaine drops to something beneath the view of the camera as he continues.] McBaine: I can hear all of the many, many voices... they ask... they plead... they wonder... Why has the One-Eyed Warrior returned... Why did the King in the Valley of the Blind... return by attacking an over seven foot monster... [McBaine’s head gently begins to sway from side to side.] McBaine: Was it due to some vengeance for a historical event which took place between him and the giant? No... Was it because the stories of the giant’s strength were heard far and wide, while my own had slowly begun to fade into the night? No... [A devilish smile is slowly seen emerging beneath the string vines.] McBaine: I’m sure a positive answer to any of those questions would bring a smile to the face of the giant... if not to the man that leads him around by the collar. But the truth of the matter is actually much simpler... [The camera slowly begins to pull out revealing more scarred skin of McBaine's massive chest.] McBaine: He was in the wrong place... at EXACTLY the wrong time... *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . [The camera finally pulls back enough revealing a white porcelain sink directly in front of McBaine's hands which are stained with a deep crimson. The crimson droplets fall daintily into the now stained water within the sink as he continues to pull what appear to be pieces of glass from his right arm. His focus returns to his arm as he speaks.] McBaine: Nothing more... possibly less... [McBaine chuckles to himself for a moment.] McBaine: I cared nothing about a name... and to this moment either of their names escapes me. All I know is that one is a preacher... and the other an ogre-like slave. All they were to me... is exactly what they remain to me as of this day... A deer that walked into my headlights... [McBaine dips his hand into the crimson water and swirls it around slightly.] McBaine: I will admit that I found it quite interesting though when the ogre returned, with what appeared to be a purpose in his eye... a rage for me destroying his mythical proportions... [Laughter escapes McBaine as he takes his crimson stained hand and wipes his hair from his face exposing his black eye patch.] McBaine: Someone should have enlightened him on the past... all giants are made examples of... *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . *Drip* . . . McBaine: And soon another example will be made... Of the ogre? I doubt it, for the fear I left in his eyes was quite amusing. No, no... this time around the example will be made through another man... a cocky Texan known by the moniker of... Buzzsaw... [McBaine’s one good eye drops back to his arm.] McBaine: Buzzsaw... to begin with... you should feel honored that I took the time to learn your name. See, it separates you from the way I envision the ogre. The ogre was merely an example... something that you will become as well... BUT... I have bigger plans for you... where as the ogre’s example was due to my thirst for amusement... yours will be to teach you a lesson as well... And that lesson being this... [The one good eye finally leaves the torn flesh of the arm and focuses on the camera.] McBaine: Men who pretend to be something they are not... often suffer for it... You are not the fearless, ‘badass’ you pretend to be... you are nothing more than a over-grown child clinging to humor in an attempt to build your pathetic ego... Well boy... fate has led you to me... [A devilish smile slowly is born from his contorting lips.] McBaine: And now the lesson must be learnt... [Cut back to ringside.] JR: Well.. McBaine with another story or analogy.. the guy sure can creep me out. DD: But does he not rock the house? JR: Oh.. I give credit where credit is due. McBaine is a legend at the independent and national level.. and a certifiable madman.. a deadly combination.. but George Stevens is no slouch and with a title looming on their respective horizons.. don't plan to see a cakewalk. DD: I don't. Stevens is a tough sonofabtich.. but I'm gonna go with the odds on this one and go with the favorite in "Bad Eye" McBaine. JR: You heard it here folks.. let's go to the ring for the official introductions.. AH: Ladies and gentlemen.. this contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is a first round match in our Heavyweight Title tournament!! [Pop!] Introducing first.. # 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...] # 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 # [Suddenly, "Bad Eye" McBaine is out in the aisle behind Stevens, the chain wrapped around his forearm!] --------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: 1st Round Heavyweight Title Tournament!! George "Buzzsaw" Stevens vs. "Bad Eye" McBaine Written By: Greg Roberts --------------------------------------------------------------- JR: It's McBaine! DD: Where the hell did he come from!? [McBaine charges Stevens and nails him in the back of the head with a chain-laced lariat! Stevens falls to the floor, and McBaine puts the boots to him!] JR: GOOD GOD! McBaine is on the warpath! Get out there, ref! [McBaine pulls Stevens up and whips him hard into the guardrail! The ringside fans pop as McBaine grabs Stevens and whips him across the aisle into the opposite guardrail! Stevens grimaces and slumps to the floor, but McBaine is on him, wrapping the chain around his neck!] JR: McBaine is assaulting George Stevens! Where the hell is the referee!? DD: Who cares!? This is great! McBaine is out of control! [McBaine drags Stevens towards ringside as Stevens struggles to free himself from the chain! McBaine gets to ringside and turns to Stevens as he gets to his knees! McBaine grabs Stevens by the hair... but Stevens lands a low blow! McBaine doubles over and grabs his crotch, and Stevens throws an uppercut that staggers McBaine back! McBaine drops the chain and falls back into the ring apron as Stevens gets to his feet!] JR: Stevens is up! DD: Big deal! He shoulda stayed down! [Stevens grab McBaine and pulls him towards the ring steps! Stevens yells at the ringside fans and slams McBaine head-first into the ring steps! McBaine falls over the steps as Stevens starts pounding him in the back with a barrage of forearms!] JR: And now Stevens is in control! Good Lord! DD: Get out there, ref! Where the hell is the referee!? [Stevens grabs McBaine and rolls him into the ring! Stevens slides in behind him, and the referee rings the bell!] DING! DING! DING! JR: Well, it's about time! DD: Who's paying that guy, anyway? [Stevens stomps McBaine a couple of times, then pulls him to his feet! Stevens whips McBaine across the ring into the corner, and follows him in with a hard running clothesline! McBaine slumps but Stevens pulls him up and whips him across the ring... no! McBaine reverses the whip and sends Stevens into the corner! Stevens hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers out... right into a stiff running clothesline by McBaine! Stevens hits the canvas and McBaine falls on top of him for a cover!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: No! Stevens kicked out! DD: Looked like three to me! JR: Come on, Dirk! Can you try to be a little bit unbiased here? DD: I don't get paid to be unbiased, Rodgers. I get paid to call it like it is! [McBaine straddles Stevens, grabs him by the hair with his left hand, and starts jack-hammering right hands into the his forehead! The ref yells at McBaine to open the fist, but McBaine ignores him and continues the barrage of fists to Stevens' head! McBaine lets him go, then slaps him across the face!] JR: Now _that_ is uncalled-for! There's no need for that! DD: McBaine could care less about George Stevens, Rodgers! It's all about humiliation! [McBaine gets to his feet and starts stomping Stevens! Stevens struggles to get to up his hands and knees, and McBaine raises his boot and stomps hard on Stevens' fingers! Stevens yells in pain and falls back down to the mat!] JR: What a dirty move by McBaine! DD: Stomping his fingers! I love it! [McBaine takes a step back and drops a big elbow down across the back of Stevens' head! McBaine pops up and drops another big elbow! McBaine rolls Stevens over and cover him again!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: No! Stevens kicked out with authority! DD: One thing's for sure, Stevens sure can take a beating. JR: This match's not even getting started, Dirk! [McBaine gets to his feet, pulling Stevens up with him, and whips him across the ring into the ropes! Stevens rebounds and somehow ducks McBaine's clothesline, propelling himself into the opposite ropes! McBaine wheels around as Stevens rebounds, and Stevens ducks another clothesline! Stevens puts on the brakes as McBaine spins around, and Stevens nails him with a boot to the gut! McBaine doubles over and Stevens grabs him, pulls him into a front facelock, and plants him with a big DDT!] JR: Big DDT! Cover him, Stevens! DD: Pot... kettle... black, Rodgers!. JR: Oh shut up, Dirk. [Stevens rolls over quickly and covers McBaine!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: No! McBaine kicked out! DD: Wishful thinking on Stevens' part there! McBaine's been popped harder than that by his old lady! [Stevens gets to his feet, pulls McBaine up with him, and throws him through the ropes to the floor!] JR: Stevens is taking the match outside! DD: He oughta be careful what he wishes for! McBaine is lethal on the outside! [Stevens drops to the mat and rolls out as McBaine struggles to get to his feet! Stevens takes a running start and kicks McBaine hard in the ribs, knocking him back to the floor! Stevens grabs McBaine and pulls him up, dragging him towards the ringpost! The ringside fans pop big as Stevens yells out and slams McBaine head-first into the ringpost!] JR: And McBaine is posted! Stevens has really taken control of this match! DD: Match?! This ain't no wrestling match, Rodgers! This is a fight! [Stevens pulls McBaine up from the floor to his feet, and a thick trail of crimson runs down McBaine's face!] JR: McBaine's busted open! DD: We've got color, ladies and gents! And it's about damned time! [Stevens slams an elbow into the back of McBaine's neck, then drags him towards the announcers' table!] JR: Oh man, here they come! DD: I'm outta here! [Rodgers and Davidson shed their headsets and scramble away from the table as Stevens pulls McBaine over! Stevens slams McBaine head-first into the table, then reaches over and grabs one of the headsets! The ringside fans pop big as Stevens wraps the cord from the headset around McBaine's neck and chokes him with it! The referee yells at Stevens to let McBaine go, but Stevens cranks up the pressure! McBaine struggles to breathe as Stevens chokes him down! Stevens suddenly releases the choke and starts jack-hammering right hands into the back of McBaine's head! McBaine slumps down to the floor, but Stevens pulls him back up and throws him up onto the announcers' table! The ringside fans pop with anticipation as Stevens turns back to the ring and climbs up onto the apron! Stevens turns to face McBaine, throws an arms into the air, and yells to the crowd, causing them to pop big! Stevens slaps his elbow and leaps... BIG CROWD POP!!! ... and McBaine moves, causing Stevens to miss the big elbow and crash through the table! McBaine rolls away from the ruins of the table as Stevens writhes around, grimacing in pain and holding his ribs! McBaine gets to his feet and pulls the bleeding Stevens up out of the wrecked table, dragging him towards the ring! Rodgers and Davidson make their way back to what's left of their table, and grab their headsets as McBaine rolls Stevens back into the ring!] JR: Are we still on!? Dirk can you hear me!? DD: I can hear ya, Rodgers! JR: I can't believe this! Our table is in ruins! DD: Guess we're gonna have to call the rest of this one standing up! [McBaine rolls the bloodied Stevens back into the ring and slides in after him, covering him quickly!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: No! Stevens kicked out! DD: What the hell!? JR: Stevens kicked out! DD: I saw it, but I don't believe it! [McBaine slaps the mat and rolls under the rope back to the floor!] JR: Where's McBaine going? DD: Looks like he's calling in his backup! [McBaine grabs a chair, slides it into the ring, and rolls back in!] JR: No! No! Damnit, McBaine! DD: Stevens is in _big_ trouble now! [McBaine grabs the chair and gets to his feet as Stevens gets to his hands and knees! McBaine raises the chair... BIG CROWD POP! ... and the referee steps in front of McBaine, admonishing him to drop the chair! The blood flows freely from McBaine's forehead as he glares at the referee and waggles the chair, but the ref stands firm! McBaine drops the chair and pushes past the ref to Stevens who is up to his hands and knees! The ref kicks the chair to the corner as McBaine pulls bloody Stevens up to his feet and pulls him into a standing head-scissors! The crowd pops heel as McBaine throws an arm into the air, then grabs Stevens around the waist, lifts him high, and plants him with a big release powerbomb!] JR: GOOD LORD! McBaine nearly put Stevens through the canvas! DD: Stevens is dead! He's dead, I tell ya! [McBaine stands over the prone Stevens and spits on him, then turns and heads to the corner!] JR: McBaine's going up top! I can't believe this! DD: McBaine is a bloody mess! How can he see through all that crimson?! [McBaine climbs to the second turnbuckle and turns back to face Stevens! McBaine throws a fist into the air! McBaine leaps... BIG CROWD POP!!! ... and Stevens moves! McBaine hits the mat hard, missing the big legdrop!] JR: Stevens moved! Stevens moved! I can't believe it! DD: What the hell is this guy drinking!? And where can I get some of it?! JR: George Stevens is definitely showing some mettle here tonight against one of the biggest names in our sport! [Stevens slowly gets to his feet as the bloodied McBaine writhes on the mat, holding his lower back! Stevens wipes the blood out of his eyes and grabs McBaine, whipping him across the ring into the ropes! McBaine rebounds and Stevens catches him, lifts him, spins around, and drives him into the canvas with a big spinebuster!] JR: GOOD LORD! What a big maneuver by Stevens! DD: McBaine's in trouble! I cannot believe this! [Stevens rolls over onto McBaine for the cover!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: THREE!!! DD: NO! McBaine got the shoulder up! [Stevens slaps the mat in frustration and points at the referee, but the referee shows him two fingers! Stevens gets to his feet, wiping the blood out his eyes again, and turns towards the corner!] DD: No way! I know Stevens isn't going up top! Is he insane!? JR: I think he's got more sinister things in mind! [Stevens grabs the chair from the corner, and turns back to McBaine! The ref yells at Stevens to drop the chair, but Stevens pushes past him to McBaine, who struggles to get to his feet! Stevens suddenly drops the chair and grabs McBaine by the hair, pulling him into a standing head-scissors!] JR: Stevens is going for the Rocky Gulch Bomb! Stevens is gonna win it! DD: It ain't over yet, Rodgers! [Stevens grabs McBaine around the waist and lifts him up high... BIG CROWD POP!!! ... but McBaine hammers him in the forehead with a series of right hands, causing him to loosen his grip and drop McBaine! Stevens staggers back and McBaine gets to his feet and charges, levelling Stevens with a running clothesline! McBaine pulls Stevens up and lifts him in a fireman's carry! McBaine yells out and suddenly drives Stevens down into the chair with a big DVD!] JR: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER! DD: It's over! It's over! [McBaine rolls over onto Stevens for the cover!] ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DD: THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! DD: HE GOT HIM! JR: "Bad Eye" McBaine has won this incredible match up! What a match! DD: Both of these guys are out! Good Lord what a match! JR: McBaine and Stevens are going to need medical attention, that's for sure! Both of these guys are busted open bad! [Yes, yes they are. But.. McBaine somehow rises back to his feet to a vicious heel pop from the crowd.. as a few choice fans throw full cups of beer.. no, not bottles, this isn't Cleveland. He doesn't seem to care as he just eyes the entranceway.. and starts to yell out one word.. over and over again.] DD: Balls! JR: McBaine is busted to hell, he's just been through a war.. and he's calling out for NELSON! Leviticus Nelson? Is he nuts?! DD: Well.. yeah. That's why he's such a hardcore mofo. [The fans start a NEL-SON! NEL-SON! chant as McBaine never takes his eyes off the entranceway.. BIG POP!!!] JR: HE'S HERE! [The huge seven plus footer wastes no time char |
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[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, as usual ... but manages to compose himself before he speaks.] RF: Did you all see what I managed to do? [nods happily] RF: I'm too young. I'm too inexperienced. I'm not supposed to be able to hold my own here in GIW. Right? I'm just curious though, do you all see who is main eventing this next card? [Faith smiles, showing his eagerness] RF: Oh yea, you're right, it's me. Ryan Faith. But I'm not surprised to see my name there. No, the only people surprised is everyone but me. You see, when I say I'm going to go out and do something, I go out and do it. I don't beat around the bush, I don't use these far out metaphors and stories I heard somewhere while I was getting my haircut or something. You see, I don't have those stories. I don't have stories of past conquests or of past championships or of rivals and allies. [shrugs his shoulders] RR: That's why I'm here. I'm here to make those stories happen. I'm here to write a history for myself. [runs his hands through his shaggy hair] RF: So I'm sorry if I can't relate this upcoming match to ones before. I'm sorry if you're expecting me to say, how I've climbed this mountain before or how I've conquered this obstacle before. Instead Woodall... [pause] RF: ...just worry about me. About what I am capable of. Worry about how a ball of fire is going to go right at you and through you and burn you. That's what you have to look forward to. Not some mealy mouthed lil' runt who came off of the street and can't hack it. Not some kid who can't go toe to toe with some badass from Las Cruces. Again, I'm Ryan Faith, born and bred in Southborough, MA. [nods emphatically] RF: I've got nothing to lose Woodall, but all to gain. What about yourself? Prepared to lose to a 19 year old? Prepared to face the defeat at the hands of a kid who up until last month, never had a job, was given everything to him by his parents. A spoiled brat, Woodall. [chuckling] RF: That's all I am. A spoiled lil' kid in a game of men. Are you ready to be that big bad bully, who loses to him? You ready to be the Goliath to my David? Are you ready.... To test your faith? [Fade back to the commentators.] DD: What a spoiled bitch. JR: Ryan Faith impressed the masses with what could only be described as an unexpected showcase of talent during that royal rumble. He came up short.. but he made big advancements in other areas.. DD: He got new kneepads?! JR: Or.. experience. But he's got a tough task ahead of him.. as we are prepared for our main event of the evening.. a first round tournament match.. the winner will face "Bad Eye" McBaine in the second round sometime in the future.. DD: Wow.. what a prize to win too! JR: [sighs] It's Ryan Faith against "Dirty" Doyle Woodall.. take it away Antonio! [Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies and gentlemen.. this.. is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! [POP!] And it is a first round Heavyweight Title tournament match! [Pop!] Introducing first.. ["Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye busts out over the speakers.. as the crowd isn't sure what to expect.. NOTE: Somebody needs entrance music, tsk tsk. Ryan Faith pops out from the entranceway and then the crowd pops big for the youngster! He starts his methodical walk on down to the ring..] AH: On his way to the ring at this time.. he stands in tonight at 242 pounds.. hailing from Southborough, Massachusetts.. here is.. RYAN FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big time pop!! as Faith slides into the ring.. throws an arm into the air.. and then starts to stretch out with the ropes.. awaiting his opponent.] DD: This guy annoys me like none other. JR: What about Roth? DD: Yikes, I stand corrected. [Suddenly, the opening riffs of Thin Lizzy's "Jailbreak" fill the arena!] AH: And his opponent.. ow making his way to the ring... [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, then climbs up the steps and through the ropes into the ring...] ### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ### ### Somewhere in the town ### ### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ### ### So don't you be around ### ### Don't you be around ### AH: ... from Las Cruces, New Mexico... weighing in at 270 pounds... "DIRTY" DOYLE WOODALL! [The crowd continues to boo as Woodall, the cigar still clenched between his teeth, steps to center-ring, grins wickedly, and throws both fists into the air!] DD: There's the winner! Woodall is one tough bastard and tonight he takes his first step towards all the glory. JR: Quite possibly you may be correct. Woodall is one gritty competitor.. and he could very well be the TV champ at this current moment if it hadn't been for Bobby Ray Wilkins. DD: BRW rocks! JR: I'm not surprised you've taken to him. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Main Event!! 1st Round HW Title Tournament!! "Dirty Doyle Woodall vs. Ryan Faith Written By: Mike Gilliland ------------------------------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!!] JR: And there's the bell.. quick collar and elbow tie-up here.. Faith with the advantage as he backs Woodall into a corner.. Referee Francois telling Faith to release the hold and he do-, and a quick eye poke by Woodall flusters the youngster! DD: There ya go Doyle, get dirty early. JR: Woodall quickly living up to his name as he now starts to rip into Faith with big overhand rights.. big irish whip.. [Thud!] and he deposits Faith to the mat with a shoulderblock! [Faith gets right back up..] JR: Big right ha, [Pop!] blocked by Faith! Big right of his own! And another! And a big kneelift doubles over the Dirty One as Faith quickly locks in a front chancery. [The youngster lifts Woodall high into the air.. holding it for a good.. long.. time as the crowd pops for the impressive show of strength.] [Thud!] DD: Well.. a pretty nice textbook vertical suplex there by Ryan Faith.. but that ain't gonna keep the Dirty One down for long. JR: And that's why he's quickly flaoting over to the legs of Woodall.. lifting them off the mat.. as Faith now starts to kick the back of Woodall's right knee.. seemingly trying to implement his strategy.. without the wheels.. a big man can get in big trouble. DD: No sheeit? [Woodall lets out a grunt as Faith drives his knee into the back of Woodall's right thigh.. and once again. Woodall lunges towards the ropes.. latching onto the bottom turnbuckle.. Faith still holding that leg.. but now coming closer to gain leverage.] JR: Faith trying to pull woodall back into the center of the ri-, [Thud! Boo!] DD: And Woodall just heaved Faith through the ropes and to the floor! What a smart move by the veteran in this match! Faith hit the concrete hard on his shoulder.. he could have jammed it! JR: Faith looks in a good deal of pain clutching that arm as Faith is back to his feet.. shaking out that right leg. And he's not gonna waste any more time as he exits to the floor. [The fans all stand as custom when they expect some sick action on the floor.] JR: Doyle Woodall lifting the youngster up.. and irish whi- [Clank!] and Faith hits the guardrail backfirst and real hard! He's clutching that back as Woodall stalks his prey.. DD: This guy is meticulous. JR: That he is. Woodall has Faith by the head.. and a short arm irish whip [Clank!] right into the ringpost! [Boo!] Faith just went shoulderfirst right into that post.. and you gotta believe Woodall is looking to dislocate that shoulderjoint here in the early going. DD: Smart move my friend, not to mention fun to watch unfold. [Woodall grabs Faith by the back and slides him under the bottom rope.. sliding in himself right after. He starts to put the boots to the right shoulder of Faith as the youngster reels in pain.] JR: The Dirty One ruthless here in the early going.. he lifts Faith to a vertical base.. irish whip, reversed by Faith! Woodall off the far ropes.. and he ducks a big spinning roundhouse kick by Faith! Faith turns.. irish whip by Woodall again.. Faith now off the ropes.. incoming.. [Faith leaps with an attempted Thesz Press.. but Woodall carries the moment and falls backwards.. Catching Faith neckfirst across the top rope! Heel Pop!] DD: WOO! Hotshot counter of the Thesz Press by Woodall! What a move by the crafty Dirty One! JR: And that dropped Faith to the mat clutching his throat.. that had to take a lot of spunk out of the youngster.. and early on here it seems that the more experienced man has been one step ahead of the youthful, less experienced counterpart. DD: Of course. [Woodall walks over to the downed Faith.. and just drops to his knees and grabs Faith around the neck to a big heel pop!] DD: Chokehold! Woodall is choking the life out of the human douche bag! JR: Cheap! DD: But effective! JR: Eli Francois will have none of this and he's pulling Woodall off of Ryan Faith [Pop!] and the fans love it! [Boo!] But now Woodall is up and pushing around Referee Francois! He's close to getting a disqualification! DD: Did you forget? JR: Forget what? DD: Eli ain't down with that. JR: Oh.. yeah.. I did forget. [Instead.. the ref finally decides to push back.. as Woodall turns away.. and right into a standing Ryan Faith. Pop!!] [Thud!] JR: Hiptoss by Faith! Woodall up.. [Thud!] and a Japanese Armdrag takes him down again! Woodall back up and charges.. [Thud! Pop!] and back down courtesy of a drop toehold! Doyle Woodall now crawling into the corner and calling over Referee Francois! DD: His hair was pulled! [That's right. As the fans boo madly.. Woodall pleads to the ref that his hair was pulled.. yanking back on his own hair to show his dismay. Francois simply shakes his head in noncompliance as Faith simply smiles, knowing he's got the big man frustrated.] DD: What a cheap little punk. Pulling the hair.. this isn't Canada.. we don't allow women to wrestle in our rings.. they are cooking and cleaning.. and making babies.. the sheeit they were put here to do! JR: Well.. thanks for the lawsuit. DD: No prob. JR: Woodall back to his feet now.. and back to the center of the ring.. collar and elbow tie-up.. but Woodall quickly up and under and now behind Faith with a hammerlock.. [Thud!] Headlock takedown reversal by Faith and here's a quick cover! One! DD: And an equally quick kickout by the Dirty One! How amateur. JR: Both men up.. [Pop!] and here they go exchanging punch for punch! Left by Woodall! Right by Faith! Left by Woodall! Right by Faith! Left, blocked by Faith! [Thud! Pop!] And a dropkick to that right knee by the youngster sends Woodall to the mat in pain! He's just clutching that knee.. what a quality strategy by the youthful Massachusetts native! DD: He's a cocksmoking nancy. [Nice, Dirk. Meanwhile.. Faith lifts that right leg of Woodall up in the air.. and starts to turn it over.. to a nice pop as Woodall fights it desperately.] JR: Ryan Faith trying to lock on a half Boston.. but Woodall is fighting it! DD: He won't go over.. he can't go over.. he's too damn go- [Pop!] JR: Faith turned it over! And he wrenching back on that right knee with a half Boston! Doyle Woodall is screaming in pain! [That's right.. lucky for him.. the positioning was slightly off by the inexperienced Faith.. who has it locked in far too close to the ropes. Woodall starts to inch closer and closer as Referee Francois asks if he gives.. getting nothing but obscenities.] DD: Fight it Doyle! You are almost there! JR: Yes.. yes he is.. but this move is taking it's toll.. for every second locked in.. more damage is done to that knee.. the power base of Doyle Wood-, and he reaches the ropes! DD: Let go damnit! [Faith, a good boy, release the hold immediately.. as the crowd pops for the youngster.. which he simply smiles at.] DD: That was a five count damnit! JR: Are you delusional?! DD: No.. but I'm hung like a horse. JR: Riiiiight. Faith back over to Woodall who's back to his knees by the ropes.. Faith lifts Wood, [Boo!] and a lowblow by the Dirty One sends Ryan Faith crashing to the mat in obvious pain! [He rocked him in the cock. Yep.] DD: Damn.. that hurt _me_. JR: Same here.. and I'm sure it hurt Faith a whole lot worse. DD: Good. That's what he gets for cheating. JR: Nuts.. you are certifiable. DD: Doyle back to his feet.. slightly limping but fizzuck it.. he don't care.. JR: And now he's using his good leg to stomp the hell out of Faith's right shoulder.. going back to his strategy.. Doyle working on that shoulder while Faith focusing on the knee.. Faith quickly lifted back to his feet.. front hammerlock by Woodall.. he lifts holding that hammerlock on that right shoulder.. [Thud!] and a big bodyslam jolts that right shoulderjoint! DD: Here.. have some oxygen.. heh. JR: No kidding. [Woodall lifts Faith back to his feet.. lifting up Faith also..] JR: Irish whip.. Faith on the rebound.. [Woodall catches him.. spins.. and plants.. Thud!] DD: Big spinebuster!! Oh yes! He planted him!! JR: And he's not done apparently now as he's all over Faith.. he lifts and hooks.. [Thud!] swinging neckbreaker!! [Yep.. and he's right back on top of Faith as the fans Boo!.. dropping a few legdrops across the neck of Faith before quickly hopping onto the nearby second rope turnbuckle.. measuring Faith up..] [Thud!] JR: Big second rope legdrop caught Faith flush in the throat! DD: That's it! JR: What's it? DD: He calls that Three the Hard Way! The spinebuster.. the swinging neckbreaker.. and the second rope legdrop in succession! It's over! JR: The hook of the leg! One! Two! Th- Kickout! [POP!] [Woodall shakes his head a bit disturbed that Faith had enough left in him.. slowly getting to his feet and egging on the crowd with just a cold stare. They boo! And that just made Woodall quite a happy man.] DD: They boo because they don't understand greatness. I mean.. they have the Saints for God's sake.. how many playoff games have they won? JR: That's a touchy subject in these parts. DD: And for good reason.. they suck. They don't know greatness.. that's my point. JR: Woodall back over to Faith now.. who's trying to get his bearings under him.. front chancery by the Dirty One.. he lifts.. vertical sup-, no! Faith slides down the back! Woodall turns! [SMACK!!!] DD: Oh sheeit! JR: A tooth-jarring superkick just floored the Dirty One! Woodall trying desperately to get back to his feet as Faith has the crowd behind him big time now.. [As Woodall staggers back to his feet.. Faith comes off the farside ropes.. just in time for Woodall to turn to face.. THWACK!!!!!!!!!!! BIG TIME FACE POP!!!!] JR: MY GOD!! FAITH DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED DOYLE WOODALL WITH A _SICK_ RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!! THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! [DISAPPOINTED POP!!] DD: So close yet so far! [That's right.. Faith slams a fist on the mat as he really thought he pulled a fast one on the Dirty One.. but nonetheless.. he's got momentum and the crowd on his side.] JR: Faith slowly back to his feet now.. as Woodall is simply laid out on the mat.. and I do belive he is busted open. DD: So what.. once he tastes his blood.. it's frenzy time! JR: Faith grabbing Woodall by his legs.. folding the right leg behind the left.. DD: Texas Cloverleaf. JR: By God.. you may be right. Faith is going to lock on a Texas Cloverleaf to work over that knee just a bit more it seems! He lifts.. [But before he can turn it.. Woodall.. crimson mask and all.. reaches up and grabs Faith.. rolling him down into a small package!!] JR: ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! DD: Damnit!! So close! JR: Faith quickly back to his feet.. as Woodall is using the ropes for leverage.. Faith quickly over.. and peppers Woodall with big overhand rights that has the big man on dream street! [Faith grabs the Dirty One by the arm.. and fires him to the ropes..] JR: Irish whip.. Woodall on the rebound.. [Thud!] and is caught with a HUGE overhead belly to belly suplex by Faith! And the youngster is wasting no time making his way towards the corner turnbuckle!! DD: This is a big risk that won't pay off.. and good riddance. This guy fizzucks cattle and farm animals. JR: Please.. stop saying that! [Faith slowly makes his way up the turnbuckle.. finally reaching the top as the crowd pops big!!] JR: Faith is perched on the top.. Woodall isn't moving.. DD: He's playing possum! JR: Faith leaps!! [A few scarce flashbulbs!] [He pumps his arms and legs!!] [THUD!!!] [FACE POP!!] JR: HUGE FROG SPLASH BY FAITH!! THIS COULD BE IT!! THE HOOK OF THE LEG!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DD: NO! NO! FRANCOIS IS SHOWING TWO FINGERS!! WOODALL GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!! YES!! YES!! THERE IS A GOD! [That's right.. Woodall kicked out. And Faith is just taken aback.. he can't believe he didn't win it right there.] JR: What resiliency by Doyle Woodall.. he won't go quietly.. DD: He won't go at all.. it's Faith's turn to die. JR: That's reassuring. DD: Isn't it? JR: Faith back to his feet now.. taking in a few deep breaths.. DD: He's winded. JR: Wouldn't you be? DD: Nah. [Meanwhile.. Faith decides to lift Woodall back to his feet.. slowly.. and grab his sideways..] JR: Russian legswee, blocked with a back elbow by Woodall! [Boo!] And another eyepoke blinds the youngster! [Boo!!] And now a big knee to the stomach doubles over Faith! DD: He's returning the favor from earlier! [Woodall.. bloody faced.. puts Faith in a standing headscissors.. and then lifts.. THUD!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: WHAT A SITDOWN POWERBOMB BY WOODALL!! WHAT STRENGTH!! JR: AND THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-SHOULDER UP!!! [BIG TIME POP FOR FAITH!!] JR: And look at Woodall! It's his turn to be agitated! DD: Yeah.. but when he gets mad.. [Woodall slides to the floor and quickly picks up a nearby chair.. tossing it in the ring.] DD: He gets serious. JR: I see what you mean. Woodall sliding back into the ring now.. going over to that chair.. and picking it back up. Faith is trying to get to his feet as he's on his hands and knees.. DD: This is an opportunity that Doyle Woodall just won't miss out on! [That's right.. Woodall just seems to line his prey up.. and.. THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!] DD: WOOOOOOO!! JR: My God!! Five HUGE chairshots across the back of Faith has him clutching that back on the mat. DD: And he's rolling around like a girl! JR: Five chairshots hurts, my friend. DD: No sheeit? JR: Gah! [Woodall drops the chair into the middle of the ring.. and lifts the badly bruised, we are sure, Ryan Faith to his feet.. locking him in a front facelock.. trying to line him up with the chair..] DD: He's gonna plant Faith's mush right on that chair! Yes! He rules! Woodall is a bad mamma-jamma! JR: Sure.. Stevie Wonder. DD: Blow me. JR: But you are right. He IS going to plant Faith into that chair.. [Pop!] but Faith is fighting back with lefts to the ribs.. [Thud!!! POP!!!] and a BIG northern lights suplex counter!! AND THE BRIDGE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-KICKOUT BY WOODALL!! [Boooo!!!!] DD: Whoa! Too close Doyle! Way too close!! JR: And look at Faith.. he's up and seemingly pissed!! The second wind is his! Woodall is back up.. kick to the stomach by Faith! He's eyeing that chair! DD: Don't do it! [Faith wastes no time scooping the big man up.. THUD!!!! _driving_ the big man into the chair with a..] JR: MICHINOKU DRIVER TWO!! HE PULLS BACK ON A LEG!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEE-KICKOUT!! BY GOD!! WOODALL SOMEHOW MANAGED TO KICKOUT!! DD: YES!! Woodall is the shiizzy! JR: Holy christ.. what is wrong with you!! [Seriously. Meanwhile.. Faith rolls onto his stomach and just lies on the mat for a few seconds gathering some air as Woodall lies bloodied and tired on the mat beside him, a bit more worse for wear.] JR: Both of these men are beaten and battered but neither will give an inch. We could be here all night folks! DD: Please.. don't say that. I've had just about enough of the smell and moths and tuna stench for one night. JR: The youngster finally gets back to his feet as the crowd lets him hear it.. they truly are behind this kid one hundred percent tonight. DD: For what reason.. only God knows. JR: Faith lifting Woodall back to his feet now.. front chancery and lift.. vertical su, no! Woodall slips out the back! rear waistlock applied!! And the lift!! [THUD!!] DD: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!! THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! THR-DAMNIT!! FAITH KICKS OUT!! [POP!] JR: And the fans are more than happy to see Faith still in this contest here.. although Woodall seems to disapprove heartily. DD: No way?! The opponent.. disapproving of his combatants ruggedness?! JR: Bite me. DD: Tell the story, old chum! [Woodall slowly rises to his feet using the ropes.. blood streaming from his face.. just sorta standing there sucking wind while Faith just lies rather motionless on the mat.] JR: Both these men are on E. DD: E for? JR: E for empty. DD: I know.. just wanted to make you say it. JR: Rather pointless, don'cha think? DD: Your play by play.. yeah, I agree. JR: [sighs] Ass. DD: I thought that was rather clever, oh well. JR: Woodall walking over to that chair.. heavily dented as it may be it's still a well-used instrument of war. DD: You got that right. [Woodall takes the chair and starts to slam it on the mat.. which incites the fans to boo heavily. It also seems to wake up Faith who slowly starts to get to his knees.] DD: Woodall has all the time in the world right now Ryan! Take your time buddy! JR: Stop egging him on. DD: It's my job man, chill. JR: Faith trying desperately to get to his feet here.. and he does so.. but I have a bad feeling he's setting himsel- [He turns as Woodall charges and takes a wicked.. wicked.. _wicked_ swing with the chair.. CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: GOODNIGHT!! WHAT A RUNNING CHAIRSHOT RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF FAITH!! HE KNOCKED HIM OUT COLD!! HE'S DEAD!! JR: Christ! He very well may be!! Woodall depositing the chair now.. as the fans are letting him know EXACTLy what they thought of that tactic! [Which means they are shouting obscenities.. but what does he care.. he just killed his opponent..] JR: The cover.. and this is elementary damnit! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEE POP!!] JR: MY LORD!! FAITH GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT BUT THE YOUNGSTER WON'T SAY NO!! HE WON'T BE DENIED!! AND WOODALL IS LIVID!! [Yep, Woodall is back to his feet and he's chewing out Referee Francois.. yelling that it was a three.. going back to the hair pulling that gets a loud pop of boos and laughter from the crowd. He just flips Francois the bird before looking out at the crowd jawing with nobody in particular.] DD: Yeah, you tell 'em Doyle! They are trying to jew you out of a title! JR: Jeez man.. don't say that! DD: I know.. I wanna see him win the title too! JR: [sigh] DD: I know man, sheeit happens though, unfortunately. JR: Oh, stop! [Meanwhile, Woodall has stalked over to Faith.. and has lifted him to a vertical base.. Faith just wobbly and out on his feet. Woodall looks at Dirk and Jacob.. and just mouths.. "It's over."] DD: It's time!! He's gonna end it right here, right now!! No more toying around!! JR: Woodall seemingly is going to go for his jumping tombstone piledriver he calls Nothin' Fancy.. and if he hits this.. I don't care how much Faith has taken tonight.. he won't be getting up from that. DD: Scoop up by the Dirty One now.. he's got him in position.. now walking into the center of the ring.. JR: It's elementary from here.. as he's picking an appropriate spot for the demise of Ryan Faith.. [And with that.. Woodall leaps.. THUD!!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: NOTHIN' FANCY!!! NOTHIN' FANCY!!! JR: THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-- [SHOCKED, PISSED, MOTHER OF ALL HEEL POPS!! AND NO.. NOT FOR WOODALL!!] DD: BOBBY RAY WILKINS!!! BRW JUST PULLED THE REF OUT OF THE RING!! HE'S HILARIOUS!! HE'S THE MAN!! JR: And he may incite a riot! [Yes, BRW somehow made his way out here unnoticed and just screwed Woodall out of his win. Which has Woodall back up and sliding out of the ring after him.] DD: Run Bobby Ray! Run! JR: Damn this bastard! I don't like Woodall, but he won this contest fair and square.. and BRW just screwed him, not to mention all the fans here, out of a great contest. DD: Who cares.. look at Bobby Ray run!! JR: Woodall is gaining on every turn though.. it'll only be a matter of time before he catches this son-, and BRW slides into the ring. Woodall right in after him, but BRW is raining down and has overtaken him with big boots to that knee of Woodall! Damn this little punk! DD: He's great. BRW is my favorite guy on the roster.. he's a legend in the making. [Uh.. sure. Anyhow.. BRW has lifted Woodall to his feet while Faith is slowly getting back to his own.] DD: Irish whip by Bobby Ray.. Woodall on the return! [THUD!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!] DD: _THE_ LARIAT!! _THE_ LARIAT!! THE HARDEEST THROWN LARIAT IN THE BUSINESS ADMINISTERED BY BOBBY RAY WILKINS!! AND DOYLE WOODALL IS OUT COLD!! JR: And now BRW is sliding out of the ring and out of Faith's sight! Faith has now idea what is going on.. what has transpired! [That's right.. Francois is back in the ring.. and Faith is finally back to his feet and looks around.. simply wondering why Woodall is out cold. But no complaints..] JR: Faith lifting the seemingly unconscious Woodall to his feet.. he has no idea what has happened or else Ryan Faith wouldn't stand for this. DD: Riiiight. JR: Oh no.. Faith has Woodall in a double underhook standing headscissors.. he's gonna go for the Test of Faith!! [Yep.. he lifts.. and comes crashing to the mat with his ever-so-deadly version of the Tiger Driver '91!! The fans semi-pop.. but not in the magnitude of earlier in the contest.] JR: This is highway robbery.. but no one can blame Ryan Faith.. he worked his ass off for this win.. and he hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- [ASTONISHED MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!] DD: BRW AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA! GODDAMN HILARIOUS!! JR: I.. can't believe it! Bobby Ray Wilkins pulled Francois out again! Now he just cost Ryan Faith the match! And Faith now has his sights locked on BRW!! DD: Time for BRW to fly!! JR: Settle down REO. DD: Gah! [Here we go again! Around the ring goes the chase as fans actually take potshots at the passing BRW this time.] JR: I'd like to take a shot at him myself. DD: Don't lie, little woman. JR: I'm dead serious. Faith is gaining much like Woodall was.. and now I feel like I'm watching a re-run as BRW slides into the ring.. Faith quickly after him.. but BRW starts to stomp away at the right shoulder of Faith! DD: Can't say he didn't do his homework before making his presence known. JR: True.. but it's still despicable AND cheap. DD: As cheap as your suit? JR: This is an Armani. DD: And I'm an Ethiopian Crack Dealer. JR: Coulda fooled me. [BRW quickly lifts Faith back to his feet.] JR: Irish whip by the Violator has Faith careening off the far ropes.. THE Lariat, ducked by Faith! [POP!!!!] BRW turns around and is met with huge lefts and rights by Faith!! [POP!!] He's got BRW reeling!! BRW is backed to the ropes.. irish whip by Faith!! [BRW hits the ropes.. and holds on.. and then slides out of the ring.. as the fans BOO MASSIVELY!! All BRW does is point to his head. Faith walks over to that side of ropes and just glares down at BRW who gives him the bird.] DD: Hah! Bobby Ray owns you all! [Um.. by the way.. Woodall has slowly stirred during this whole turn of events.. and is quietly stalking behind Ryan Faith.] DD: Woodall is back!! JR: Oh my!! He looks like a train wreck.. but he's up!! And Faith has no idea!! [Faith turns around to return his focus to what he believes to be a downed Doyle Woodall.. but instead he gets scoop upside down.] [TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!] [SEMI-HEEL POP!!!!!!!!] DD: NOTHIN' FANCY!!! ANOTHER ONE!!! THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: YES!! YES!! YES!! WOODALL ADVANCES!! JR: Ryan Faith was robbed again!! The youngster fought with all his heart and soul.. but he was on the receiving end of a sham! DD: Hey! Woodall had him beat first! JR: Perhaps.. but we'll never know since BRW got his hands all dirty in the mess. AH: The winner of the match.. "DIRTY" DOYLE WOODALL!! [BOOOOOOOOO!!] [Speaking of BRW.. he's back in the ring and positioning behind Woodall who is leaning on the ropes with an arm raised in the air. BRW charges!!] JR: INCOMING!! [But right before BRW unleashes his lariat.. Woodall senses him coming.. and turns to face.. ..catching him.. ..and throwing him.. ..up and way over the top rope.. TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!] JR: MY GOD!! A HUGE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE CONCRETE BELOW BY DOYLE WOODALL!! BRW IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT!! FAITH IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT!! AND THE LADT MAN STANDING IS THE MAN WHO WILL FACE "BAD EYE" McBAINE IN THE SECOND ROUND..!! DD: And that's Doyle Woodall!! JR: For Dirk Davidson.. I'm Jacob Rodgers.. good night!! [Fade out to Woodall.. bloodied to all hell.. wild eyed staring at BRW who lays on the concrete below.] |
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