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| GIW TV 01-12-02; Third show by Mike Gilliland | |
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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 simple 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.. cutting to the muddy parking lot of the Sand Dollar. We soon find a thin white mist born of the swamp, snaking its way through and around all of the dingy cars and trucks in the lot. However the cars and trucks are not alone.] [Sitting on a black and dusty pickup truck we find a rather large figure covered in a brown trench coat with only its black strings of matted hair visible. As the camera slowly moves in, the figure speaks...] Figure: Life... [The hoarse words barely escape the sullen figure.] Figure: In the end... all it appears to be is an infinite array of choices and repercussions haphazardly strung together by the rising and falling of a particular -- yet relatively in-discriminant -- celestial body... [As the camera slowly begins to circle the figure, it cocks its head while extending its right hand, palm up and open as if it contained something of value in it... instead of nothing.] Figure: Take for instance my life over the past few weeks since the opening of this federation... Take for instance the life and time of "Bad Eye" McBaine... [McBaine runs the thumb of his right hand over his knuckles.] McBaine: I made the CHOICE to leave my retirement and enter this barely known federation... And the repercussion was that I now stand in line to be its greatest champion... I made the CHOICE to debut by strangling an over 7 foot ogre... And the repercussion was the claim that the ogre would deliver my body, broken and bloody to the stinking feet of his master... [McBaine looks up for a mere moment, devilishly smiling to himself.] McBaine: Of course, we are ALL still waiting for that one to come to fruition... [McBaine shakes his head lightly while laughing softly to himself.] McBaine: And speaking of the ogre... let us look at his life over the last few weeks... He made the CHOICE to listen to his twerpish master and enter this federation... And the repercussions were a chain around his neck and the sucking in of breaths which he thought were his last... He made the CHOICE to listen to my voice when I called him to the ring... And the repercussion was him again breathing in what could have been his last breaths... [McBaine wipes the matted strings from his face, freeing the vision of his one good eye.] McBaine: You would think by now the ogre would have realized the pattern... By now you would think he would stop listening to the demands of other, and listen to the ones seething within his heart... The ones telling him... [McBaine drops his head causing the black vines to cover his face again.] McBaine: To run... Far... Far... Away... [McBaine pushes himself off of the truck, head still lowered towards the ground.] McBaine: But I doubt that he will listen to the one he should... After all it appears that he learns in much the same way as one by the name of Russ Brady... [A muffled chuckle causes McBaine's upper torso to shake quite violently.] McBaine: On come now Russel, you didn't this that I would simply and conviently forget about your... [McBaine raises his head and peers into the camera through his jet black hair.] McBaine: 'Interference,' shall we call it? Or maybe we should call it 'curiosity?' See, by calling it curiosity I give you the benefit of the doubt. I give you the excuse that you are just plain stupid--- [McBaine quickly cocks his head to one side and places a single finger over his lips.] McBaine: Oh... my mistake... that isn't politically correct. Maybe the proper word is 'slow?' You've already told the world that you never learned anything by listening to those wiser than yourself... And you've never learned of anything from a book... You learn things _SLOWLY_ through 'trial and error,' right? Well let me inform you of something, Russel... [McBaine wipes the strings of hair from his face and takes a step closer to the camera. The humor now gone from his face and replaced with an eerie calmness.] McBaine: What you _TRIED_ two weeks ago was an agregeous _ERROR_ on your part... An error that will bring you a repercussion I don't believe you've ever experienced before... And one that you will not soon forget... [Suddenly McBaine's lips begin to contort into what can only be considered as a demented grin.] McBaine: And you thought sticking that penny in the socket was bad... [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 Creedence Clearwater Revival. The camera then fades in to a dirty.. dreary.. and dark inside of a building.. four big overhead lights directing itself towards a rather cheap but sturdy looking wrestling ring.] #Now, when I was just a little boy,# #Standin' to my Daddy's knee,# #My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you# #Do what he done to me."# #'Cause he'll get you,# #'Cause he'll get you now, now.# [The camera pans closer to ringside as we see a good number of fans standing at their foldout chairs.. 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 in the ring as usual.. 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 01-12-02" 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 THE NEW YEAR!! [POP!!] AND WELCOME.. TO GRAND ISLE WRRRRRESTLING!!!!!! [POP!!] I am Jacob Rodgers and alongside me is my colleague and color commentator Dirk Davidson! [Booo!] DD: New year.. same ole shithole. You think we can get air conditioning up in this mother?! JR: [sighs] Welcome to the first broadcast of two thousand two.. and boy do we have a big show set for you fans tonight! DD: Yes, yes we do! The total destruction of City Jack! Russ Brady's gonna get ripped up by Bobby Ray Wilkins! And who cares who wins the other tournament match.. as long as they maim each other! JR: Um.. well.. tonight fans as ordered by our unknown proprieto- DD: You know who it is! Why don't you tell me! JR: I honestly don't know Dirk. DD: Eat my ass you don't! JR: Hmm.. no I don't.. on both accounts. As I was saying Tarantella goes through his second phase of testing for employment as he faces off against the debuting high flyer in "Airwalk" A.J Summers! [Pop!] DD: From what I've heard.. Summers can get as crazy as Tarantella.. so who knows what we may have on our hands right there. JR: That's right. And how about our first ever tag match! [Pop!] JR: That's right! Tonight.. Jaime Roth and Shane Destiny and their valets much co-exist against the team of Kendrick Lane and Donnie White! DD: What a great tag team! Lane and White.. those two are future stars of this business. JR: Perhaps they are. We'll see fan favorite City Jack [POP!] take on his toughest adversary to date in my book when he squares off against George Stevens for Jack's Television title! DD: Ya know.. I REALLY hate that fat bastard. Ever seen Austin Powers Two? JR: Nope. DD: Oh man.. you missed City Jack's acting debut then, a shame. JR: Really? DD: [snickers] Yep. JR: And the night will culminate with the final first round matches for our Heavyweight Title tournament!! [BIG POP!!] As we get the singles debut of the monster Leviticus Nelson facing off against the ageless veteran Scott Von Bruan.. and in the main event.. Russ Brady will face the man that's gotten to a lot of people here in one month's time.. "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins! [BOOOO!!] DD: They boo because they are half-retarded. [BOOOO!!] DD: See! JR: So let's kick this thing off.. here's some pre-taped comments from one of the men you'll see later this evening.. Leviticus Nelson. [The camera opens just outside a small playground, at some local elementary school in Lufkin, Texas. We see small children, endlessly playing around, as they seemingly have no care about them. They tussle with each other, play on swings, the normal childhood activities. Then, the camera swings to it's right, where we see Bobby DeFay, sitting on a park bench, looking towards the children. He wears his normal attire, black pants, a white t-shirt, and a newly purchased straw hat. DeFay smirks, as the camera zooms in slightly.] DeFay: Their so innocent when they're this age, aren't they? I mean, look at 'em...playing around, not really carin' about much, except maybe for who's the dirtiest when they go home. Funny...I always won that. [DeFay smirks yet again.] DeFay: Sooner or later, one of these here kids is gonna go postal, ya know? He'll start tellin' stories about what his big brother showed up, who'll undoubtedly wear something really spooky around his neck, like maybe a skull, or something. Then that kid will get blacklisted to all the parties, no longer be one of the "cool kids"...and eventually... He'll become a "scary" pro rassler... Ain' that right "Bad Eye" McBaine? [DeFay softly chuckles, as he lowers his hat, covering the sun slightly, on a more then mild Texas winter afternoon.] DeFay: See, that's the thing McBaine, we all see ya telling us these scary little tales about your trials and tribulations. So, at what point is Leviticus and myself supposed to be scared? I mean, after he demolishes one of the four thousand Von Braun's, surely you'll come from under the ring, through the crowd, or out from Von Braun's ass, right? Because, well, you're spooky, right? You're supposed to make a man that's twice your size, who's been in prison for the past few years, who's got a manslaughter on his rap sheet...really scared, aren't ya? [DeFay looks down slowly, then back up, shaking his head the whole way.] DeFay: Look McBaine, if ya want a piece of the monster, just ask for it, it's not like he's gonna wet his pants at the sight of your one "good" eye. But, do us a favor, quit being a damn fairy, and do it like a man, ya understand? I don't really think I need to say more to ya, 'cause I reckon at some point, this'll all sink in. [DeFay looks over to the right, where see Levitcus Nelson, simply leaning against a tree, looking out towards the streets of Lukin.] DeFay: And there he stands...lookin' for something to do. It's a burdon being that large, and having all that pent up agression inside. Think back to when you were a child, didn't ya always wanna see if the biggest kid was tough? Didn't ya always wanna gather some friends around, to see if you could jump the big 'un, and take 'em down. Hell, if ya did, you'd be legends back then, you'd be looked at with fear, and respect. Childish ways never change...when ya never stop being the "big 'un". So, another punk wants to take a shot at the monster, because if he does so, you'll gain a ton of respect, right? Think again Von Braun, all you're getting out of this, is an education in how to get your ass handed to you. See, Leviticus is like a large bomb. He's slowly ticking on the inside, waiting for the moment in which someone takes the time, to simply arm him. And when someone does... Everyone around gets hurt, one way or another. So Von Braun...it's time you pay the price for the deeds of McBaine. He's armed the monster, and now... [DeFay smirks] DeFay: You gotta pay the unfortunate price. [With that, DeFay just gets up, and heads off towards Nelson, as the camera fades back to the seating area of the commentators.] DD: DeFay is a child molester.. peeping on those poor kids. JR: You're sad Dirk. DD: Not as sad as DeFay is gonna be after tonight my friend. Did you hear what McBaine said at the top of the show? He's coming for Nelson AND Russ Brady.. if I were them.. I'd be riding out of town right now. JR: And that is why you aren't a pro wrestler. [Rodgers looks over a note passed him way apparently during the Nelson promo.] DD: Another note to read? JR: Seems like it. [Rodgers continues to read it..] DD: Well? JR: It basically says.. "Well, since Tarantella did quite a good job a few weeks back, I've decided to run a second phase at him in the form of a singles match. Let's see how he fares against this highyl touted youngster Summers, and we'll go from there. The Unknown Proprietor." DD: Word for word? JR: No, not really. But that's what it says in essense. DD: Blah! JR: Well.. let's go down to Antonio Hervez then.. for the opener of tonight's big show! [Cut to Hervez, the Spanish midget ring announcer.. who's three sheets to the wind slightly teetering in the ring as the fans pop big!] DD: Holy christ! He's wasted! [Hervez pulls the card out and starts up..] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our first contest is scheduled for one fall.. with a fifteen minute time limit.. introducing first.. ["Invincible" by Edna's Goldfish blasts over the speakers as the fans rise to get a glimpse of this apparent newcomer. Quickly "Airwalk" A.J. Summers bursts out from the curtain.. his shoulder-length wavy blonde hair bouncing as he paces towards the ring slapping hands with the people in the aisles. He sports a short pair of neon green shorts as he climbs into the ring.. getting onto a turnbuckle to a decent pop from the crowd.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at one hundred ninety-seven pounds.. hailing from Massapequa, New York.. here is.. "AIRWALK" A.J. SUMMERS!!!!!!!!!! [Decent pop for the newbie as he jumps on the turnbuckle and raises up his arms.] AH: And his opponent.. ["Horror Business" by the Misfits hits the airwaves as the crowd all stands up awaiting this hotly enjoyed daredevil. Out from the entranceway steps the 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!!!!!!!!! [Tarantella slides into the ring as the crowd pops BIG for this relative newcomer. He raises a hand in the air.. never leaving his focus off his opponent.] DD: Damn! Talk about a focused look in a man's eyes! Tarantella already looks like a man possessed! -------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Opener!! Tarantella vs. "Airwalk" A.J. Summers Written By: Jimmy Tits -------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!] DD: Good God. Summers is a dead man walking, Rodgers. Tarantella's gonna own him here... speaking of which, gotta call my bookie. JR: Oh, jeez. A.J. Summers is a newcomer to this sport as mentioned before and he surely has a tall order in the form of the former Biohazard SPIGA, Tarantella! [The match begins rather cleanly with Summers and Tarantella circling each other, one man sizing the other up. Suddenly, A.J. and Tarantella enter a collar-and-elbow tie-up, however, Tarantella uses his weight advantage over Summers to back him up in the corner.] JR: Tarantella now trapping the youngster in the corner -- "SMMMMAAAAACKKKK!" DD: Goddamn! Tarantella just smacked the living shizzy outta the Backstreet Boy! Rodgers, you don't seriously believe this kid has a chance against the T-man, do ya? JR: Erm, I won't dignify that with a response. At any rate, Summers whipped to the other side by Tarantella. Tarantella barges in -- [As Tarantella darts towards Summers, Summers springs his body upward using the turnbuckles and lands behind his opponent!] JR: Summers blindsiding Tarantella...and spins into a sunset flip! [Mixed pop!] ONE! TWO! THR -- [Relieved pop!] DD: THAT SON OF A-- JR: Wow! Summers just caught Tarantella off-guard! Tarantella easily rolled out of that predicament, however, and lands a seated dropkick _square_ into the face of A.J. Summers! DD: Awww...the pwetty face of A.J. Summers! Hehehe. This is gonna get sick, Rodgers. JR: I'll take your word for it. [The crowd pops for the heavily-scarred Tarantella as he brings a dazed Summers to his feet. Tarantella then whips Summers to the ropes...Summers darts back towards Tarantella, who hops over the rookie with a leapfrog.] JR: Summers rebounds off the ropes again...Tarantella keels over at the right moment for what could've been a back bodydrop, but Summers just rolled over Tarantella's back and landed on his feet! DD: Bah! Enough of this flippy shit already -- I want some violence, Goddammit! JR: Summers with a waistlock on Tarantella -- nope, Tarantella reverses it and here's a German sup -- [Pop!] DD: That bastard just landed on his feet! JR: Amazing counter by A.J. Summers! Summers just flipped over and out of that German suplex from Tarantella! [Pop as Tarantella quickly reacts, catching Summers with a victory roll!] ONE! TWO! TH-- [Disappointed pop as referee Eli Francois raises two fingers in the air!] DD: DAMMIT! JR: Summers manages to kick out! Now, both men make haste to get back on their feet...Summers with a kick to the gut of Tarantella! He hooks him -- [Summers attempts to hit a quick-strike brainbuster on Tarantella, however, the luchadore shifts his weight and manages to land feet-first on the apron.] DD: See, this is why I'm betting on Tarantella and not Summers. See, Summers is stupid. He should just give up. JR: I doubt he's just going to lay down, Dirk. DD: He should. Moron. [Meanwhile, Summers, for some reason, grasps the top rope...which opens the opportunity for this next shocking moment.] "THHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!" [SICK BUMP POP!] DD: Holy shit! JR: GOOD GOD! TARANTELLA JUST FLIPPED A.J. SUMMERS FROM INSIDE TO THE RING TO THE _OUTSIDE_! I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN THAT! DD: Goddamn, get a spatula out here! I think the kid's lungs are collapsed... "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" DD: Agreed on _that_... JR: Waitaminute -- Tarantella goes back into the ring...comes off the ropes and -- HOLY CRAP! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" [With a no-hands suicide dive, Tarentella is a veritable missile, hitting the veritable Tora Bora mountain that is A.J. Summers with a sickening thud.] JR: LORD ALMIGHTY! DD: Hehe, I can see the G's rolling in, baby! [The crowd militantly chants "G-I-Dub!" as both Tarantella and A.J. Summers are sprawled out on the floor, looking like bodies in a crime scene.] JR: You know, if Francois counts them _both_ out, you're probably not getting your money. DD: Yeah...but Francois counts real frickin' slow. I mean, _real_ slow. JR: Touche. At any rate, Tarantella and Summers are slowly getting back to their feet... Tarantella winning the race, obviously. Summers really took a pair of hits, Dirk. DD: Poor kid. He should just go home to the Backstreet Boys where he belongs. JR: Please. He's doing his best here; give him some credit! DD: Uh, no. [Tarantella manages to bring himself back to his feet, although very dazed. He pulls up the ring apron and drags out a wooden table to the satisfaction of the mob.] DD: Awww, yeah! JR: Ladies and gentlemen, this is about to get _ugly_. Tarantella has just brough out the hardware here; he's setting up this table and obviously, someone will be going through it! DD: Yeah! A.J. Summers! [Tarantella picks up the semi-limp body of Summers and places it on the ring apron. Tarantella climbs up to the apron as well and then brings Summers to his knees. He then places Summers in an standing headscissors to a rather big pop...] DD: Man, I think he's going to put Summers through the table with a Spiderbomb! That's... insane! I love it! JR: Tarantella is taking a _huge_ risk here; I don't know if he can pull this off without hurting himself! [Tarantella manages to lift Summers, despite the narrow space he has, but Summers slips out! Although he lands rather awkwardly, Summers quickly hooks Tarantella from behind...] "CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHH!" [HUGE SHOCKED POP!] DD: ... JR: _OH MY GOD_! SUMMERS JUST _DECIMATED_ TARANTELLA WITH A BULLDOG THROUGH THE TABLE AND STRAIGHT DOWN TO FLOOR! A BULLDOG TO HELL! DD: Son of a -- I CAN'T [BLEEP]ING BELIEVE IT! JR: Lemme guess: you're gonna be making a call to your booker right about now? DD: Damn straight, sonny. [The crowd is in absolute awe, as is poor old Eli Francois, who's given up completely on the 10-count and all those crappy rules. And yes, all you hear is...] "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!' "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" [Summers, favoring his back after hitting it smack-dab on the edge of the table as he bulldogged Tarantella through it, gingerly gets back to his feet, using the ringpost for balance.] JR: Good lord. Both of these men are hurt. They've gotta be. DD: What a way to start off GIW TV, eh, Rodgers? JD: Damn right. Summers grabs Tarantella now and puts him back inside the ring; Summers is back inside as well and makes the cover with a sloppy lateral press... ONE! TWO! THREE?! [POP!] JR: NO! FRANCOIS SAYS IT'S A TWO! DD: Aw, what does that old coot know? Summers got the three! JR: Wait a sec -- weren't you rooting for Tarantella? What the hell happened to "Summers is a moron"? DD: Well, things change, Jacob. I'm a flexible individual. JR: Yikes. Let's not put that image in our heads... DD: Leave the witty insults to me, dickweed. [Summers slams his palm on the canvas, obviously getting a little frustrated. Tarantella, meanwhile, tries to roll onto his stomach in an attempt to prevent any other chance of a pinfall attempt from Summers.] JR: Summers getting a little bit frustrated here, but he's rolling with the punches. Summers unrolls the scarred body of Tarantella...and flattens him with a beautiful split-legged moonsault! [Pop for the moonsault! However, Summers is unable to make the cover as he's inadvertantly injured his back on the move.] DD: Agh, dammit! Cover him! JR: A.J. must've injured his back with that bulldog earlier...and he could've worsened the injury worse right there. Summers delaying a bit, but here he goes with the pin! Francois in position! ONE! TWO! THR-- [Pop!] JR: NO! Tarantella gets a shoulder off the mat in the nick of time, folks! DD: Unbe-frickin'-lievable. This man is like the Energizer Bunny or something; you can't kill him! JR: Tarantella has had some wild days as Biohazard SPIGA, Dirk; this man has been through a lot and something tells me that this match isn't even the worst he's been through. [Summers brings Tarantella to his feet and shoots him towards the ropes. Summers attempts a clothesline, but Tarantella manages to baseball slide through his legs!] JR: Summers now vulnurable after that missed clothesline...Tarantella just leapt onto the shoulders of A.J. Summers and now rolls him up with a victory roll! [Pop!] ONE! TWO! THR-- [Pop!] JR: SUMMERS REVERSES IT! DD: Yeah, get 'im, A.J.! ONE! TWO! THR-- [Another pop!] JR: No way! Tarantella maneuvers out of it and jackknifes onto Summers! ONE! TWO! THR-- [POP!] JR: AND SUMMERS KICKED OUT! DD: Oh, God. I think I need to...uh, change my bets. JR: Listen to this crowd! They're applauding the efforts of both of these superb athletes! "SMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!" [...and down goes Tarantella.] DD: Damn! Summers just jacked T's jaw with a superkick! JR: Good move by Summers, catching the deadly Tarantella off-guard! And now, A.J. going up top, and quite possibly, he just might hit the Space Jam here! DD: "Space Jam"? What a queer name! Just for that, I'm changing my bet. JR: You're so fickle. DD: No, no, no. Like I said, Rodgers: "flexible." [The crowd is charged-up. Summers leaps...] "CRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNNNCCCCCHHHH!" [...and misses the shooting star press.] JR: HE MISSED IT! DD: Big mistake, [bleep] [bleep]head Summers! JR: Will you stop?! DD: What? Ain't noone watchin' us! [The crowd cheers on for both men, apparently, as they slowly get back to their feet. Tarantella is the first to get up, though, and brings Summers to his feet.] JR: Both men are back on their feet here, and you can only guess what's going to happen next -- [Suddenly, Summers takes a rather sloppy, almost-drunken swing at Tarantella, who ducks the ugly punch. T. spins around Summers, kicks him in the gut, and locks him in a standing headscissors...] "CRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCHHHHH!" [HUGE SICK LANDING POP!] DD: THERE YA GO! JR: HOW SICKENING WAS THAT?! SPIDERBOMB EXECUTED BY TARANTELLA ON A.J. SUMMERS, WHO GOT FOLDED LIKE AN ACCORDION! DD: Cover him! [And Tarantella does just that...] ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] AH: And the winner of the match...TAAAAARRRRAAAAAANNNNNTELLLLLAAA! DD: YES! YES! WAIT TO GO MEXICAN MAN!! JR: Dirk?! DD: Whoops.. over-excited, my bad. JR: Regardless.. what a great victory for the man fighting for a job here in Grand Isle Wrestling and what a crafty debut by the high flying A.J. Summers who gave it all he had.. DD: But he didn't have enough! JR: Not this time as Tarantella waited for the moment to strike and hit the big and ever-so-nasty Spiderbomb for the big three. DD: I wonder what'll happen to Tarantella now.. he's victorious tonight.. is he hired?! JR: In time I'm sure we'll find out more.. but in the meantime.. let's see some pre-recorded comments from Shane Destiny. [The camera fades away as we see the fans cheering big STILL for Tarantella who's leaving the ring..] [Fade in. No fanciness -- just "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny in front of a black backdrop, dressed in a royal blue T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Roxie is standing beside him, dressed in a tight red babydoll shirt and tight blue jeans. Destiny speaks.] 2SD: Y'know, I've had my fill of losin' in this place. Two matches, two weeks the ol' 2SD didn't pick up the win, yet two weeks my shoulders were never pinned. And Jamie Roth -- two weeks our paths have crossed. Maybe, if the owner didn't like to spring surprises on us, we could've shown just what we can do. But that's okay, 'cause I got a feelin' that we'll be crossin' paths real soon. [Destiny nods.] ROXIE: Yeah, especially with that _bitch_ you have for a girlfriend draggin' you around by your balls. What the hell is up with that, anyway? You not man enough to stand up for what you believe in? Like Shane here, he has a Backstreet Boys CD, but I don't care! 2SD: Honey, I thought we got rid of -- ROXIE: And yeah, so what, he likes watching soap operas when he's home, big deal! 2SD: But it's just to kill time -- ROXIE: And yeah, he cried when we watched Titanic! So what? 2SD: I did _not!_ ROXIE: But that's okay, because that's just the kind of guy he is, and I love him for it! 2SD: I _didn't_ cry at the end of Titanic, there was stuff in my eye. ROXIE: It's okay, Shaney, I don't mind. [Destiny glares at his fiancee.] 2SD: Don't call me "Shaney"! ROXIE: You don't mind it when we're at home! [Destiny blanks out.] 2SD: Yeah, well, uh -- that's true. ROXIE: Anyway, look, Angie, the fact of the matter is, you're nothing more than a manipulating little tramp that can't accept your -- uh -- however you're attached to him, and I don't like it! Jesus, if I tried to change Shane just because he owns a Sailor Moon T-shirt -- 2SD: Whoa, whoa, hold up -- that's a good show. ROXIE [ignoring Destiny]: -- then I'd wouldn't love him for what he really is. Maybe you should learn that little lesson -- maybe I should beat it into your little bimbo skull. [Destiny continues glaring at Roxie.] ROXIE: What, Shane? 2SD: That was -- damn. [Destiny rubs his chin and walks out of the frame, impressed.] ROXIE: Yeah, bitch. See you on January 12. [Roxie nods, and follows Destiny off-camera.] DD: Awesome! The odds of a catfight tonight have just risen! Hey Jake.. you think Roxie would give me a hummer? JR: The car?! DD: Oh christ Jake.. you really need to get out more. JR: Apparently so. Well we've heard what Shane and Roxie had to say.. now let's see what Jaime roth and Angie said earlier this evening.] [Black. Suddenly, a slightly shrill-yet-attractive (if that makes any sense at all) voice rings out.] V: I can't believe it. Now you're _teaming up_ with him?! [Fade in to none other than Jamie Roth's manager, Angie, looking at this coming week's booking sheet for GIW TV. Jamie is there, looking over Angie's shoulder. He's in a black sweater, a beaded choker, and a pair of dark blue jeans. As usual, Jamie's hair is messily spiked. Angie, meanwhile, is in a black T-shirt with the Superman logo on the front and a green plaid skirt.] JR: I dunno, Ang'. Me and Destiny might make a pretty good team. You know, we might win the GIW tag team titles! A: Jamie? There _are no_ GIW tag team titles. [As Angie glares at her man, he shrugs.] JR: Hey, you never know -- this mysterious proprietor guy might see me and Shane working so well together, that he decides to create one. All it takes is one good showing, Ang' -- remember Tarantella? I mean, sure, I beat him in a rather bullshit way, but still, he impressed the big guy so much that he's getting a match next week! A: Psh. Forget Tarantella, dearie. Now we've gotta worry about...ugh, "Classy" Kendrick Lane and, um, that other guy -- what's his name? [After a sigh, Jamie does a roll of the eyes.] JR: Jeez, don't do that corny I'm-pretending-to-forget-his-name-just-so-I-can-insult-him deal. It's a bit...unoriginal, don't you think? A: Shut up. I really did forget his name! You tell me! You know practically everybody here, dammit! JR: Erm, if you're gonna be all mean and stuff, I don't think so. A: You're stupid. [Jamie shakes his head with a sarcastic smile creased in his lips.] JR: See, this is what I'm talking about, Angie-baby. Anyway, it's Donnie White. The weird, small, Sisqo-like dude I beat in my first match here. You know what the thing is about that guy? He tries so hard, yet he kinda...fails. Couldn't really bare to watch Brady demolish him the way he did last week... A: That was just, ugh, sad. Speaking of sad, I hope that rat Roxie isn't going to show up for the match. [Angie sticks out her tongue in disgust.] JR: What's your problem with her? Yeah, she's gonna be there, babe -- so, I think you better, you know, be nice and stuff. A: [sour grin] Nah, I don't think so. "Nice"? That's more like -- I don't know -- _your_ area? C'mon, dearie. Gotta get your cute li'l but to the gym. JR: Bah. [Fade back to the booth.] DD: Oh man.. total catfight potential now, for sure. And maybe even Roxie and Angie will get into it!! AHAHAHA! Get it? JaR: Lame Dirk. Well.. sorta lame, sorta funny I must say. But what may give tonight is colossal.. our very first tag match in our history.. and two men on one side are bond by the mutual hatred of their valets.. that's drama right there. DD: Or a mental enema. JR: Ugh, that's nasty. DD: You've tried em? JR: What? DD: [shrugs] I'm lost on this one. JR: Me too.. let's now see what Kendrick Lane had to say about the upcoming tag team contest.. DD: CLASSY!!!!! [The scene opens up to a shot backstage at the Sand Dollar Marina. We see a wrestling attire-clad "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane, seated on some wooden crates. He bobs his head to the beat of some song in his head without much rhythm or control of his body. Reading a letter, the semi-smile on his face soon disappears...] KL: "...and our client has expressed that you cease and desist your..." [Suddenly, Kendrick looks up, quickly holding the paper behind his back.] KL: What? [Looking around] What? What do you want!? [He smiles a pretty phony looking smile.] KL: I...I wasn't doing anything. Just reading one of the many fan letters I get from my... uhhh...many fans. It's not a restraining order from my *good* friend Luke Kinsey or nothing... [He looks around nervously, before balling up the paper and throwing it off camera.] KL: It...it was a letter from a stalker. [He nods his head slightly.] KL: Yeah. [Awkward silence.] KL: So...did any of you catch that match I had? [Suddenly, the grin on his face grows very big.] KL: *Pretty* impressive, right? [And he shouts for no apparent reason.] KL: YOU'RE DARNED RIGHT I WAS!!! [Just as easily, he slides back into a mask of calm, cool collectiveness.] KL: And to all my little Lane-iacs out there...don't be fooled by what you saw. City Jack did *not* beat me. Sure, he "pinned" [Quotation mark fingers] me. And sure, I might have been "unconscious" [Q.M.F.]. And...yeah! He "won" [Q.M.F.] the match, but the fact is...City Jack did *not* defeat me. No... [Kendrick gets a wide-eyed look on his face.] KL: ...HE CHEATED! [The wide-eyed look remains.] KL: HE'S A DIRTY, ROTTEN, OBEST, BAD-SMELLING, MEDIOCRE DANCER OF A CHEATER!!! [He returns to his calm state of mind.] KL: Uh huh...that's the truth! How else do you explain me hitting him with a chair? I'm...I'm far too good of an athlete to use weapons! He must've used some sort of psychic power/hypnosis trick to beat me! [Lane nods his head, almost as if he's trying to convince himself of that lie.] KL: That's how they got Dillenger, you know. [Awkward pause.] KL: *Ahem* But...enough about that rule-breaking low-life. Because folks...I have to do battle in a tag team match. Now...I have no idea who this guy I'm teaming with is...and uhhhh...yeah, I don't know who the heck these guys I'm fighting are, but rest assured... [He points a thumb to his chest.] KL: *I* will make sure this match will not have to resort to mind manipulation in order to defeat anyone...unlike _SOME_ people we know(City Jack)... [Lane mutters something unintelligible.] KL: ... [He looks down at the ground for a second, before shooting his head back up.] KL: THAT SCUM-SUCKING CHEATER!!!!!!! [He dusts off his robe and gets up on his feet.] KL: But rest assured, I'm over it. I'm looking towards the future. I can see myself in that very ring now, out-wrestling everyone, just like I always do! And...hey! You all have to realize that when I get into that ring, I'm something that those guys standing across from me will never be. [He laughs and shakes his head.] KL: No...not handsomer! [He places a hand on his heart and makes his wrist go limp.] KL: (Although that's true...) [Kendrick smiles a bit, before snapping out of it and returning his attention back towards the camera.] KL: No! I've got all that matters in that wrestling ring! People, the reason my partner and I will win tonight, is because I'm... [He turns his back to the camera, before swiftly turning his head back towards the camera.] KL: ...CLASSY~! [Fade out.] DD: CLASSY!! That guy kicks so much ass! JR: And yet he's still not off the snide. DD: Oh lay off him.. he's just biding his time to truly arrive on the scene.. perhaps it'll be tonight! JR: Perhaps. Let's go to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions and find out right now.. DD: Let's do that then! |
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AH: Ladies and gentlemen.. our next contest is our first ever tag team contest [POP!].. and it is scheduled for one fall.. with a twenty minute time limit.. introducing first.. [Suddenly, intro to "Here I Go Again" by the almighty Whitesnake begins blasting over the PA. You _definitely_ know what's coming.] # I don't know where I'm goin' # # But I sure know where I've been # # Hangin' onto promises and the songs of yesterday # # And I've made up my mind # # I ain't wastin' no more time # # Here I go again... # # HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWN! # # GOIN' DOWN THE ONLY ROAD I'VE EVER KNOWN! # [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 skin-tight white dress shirt, a short plaid skirt, and a pair of black high-heeled boots, completing the "nasty schoolgirl" look she was going for.] AH: Coming to the ring accompanied by Angie [Pop!], 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: Oh man.. I can't wait for Roxie to get out here! It's gonna be.. pussy galore! JR: The chick from that Bond flick? DD: Oh man.. you are so out of it. AH: And his partner.. [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.. he's accompanied by Roxie [Pop!].. weighing in tonight at 233 pounds and hailing from Southern Pines, North Carolina.. here is.. "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big pop for 2SD as he raises his arms in the air.. the camera then catching Rozie and Angie in a staredown seperated by the ringpost..] DD: GRRRRRRRRR!! JR: Indeed. AH: And their opponent.. [A voice rings over the PA system...] Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!" [BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] [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.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 258 pounds.. hailing from Syracuse, New York.. here is.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!!! [More boos from the crowd as Lane smiles and struts awaiting his partner.] AH: And his partner.. ["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.] AH: Making his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 190 pounds.. and hails from Whitehaven, Mississippi.. he is.. "ATOMIC BLONDE" DONNIE WHITE!!!!! [The fans erupt in a full out boo!! as Donnie slides into the ring and shakes hands with Lane then throwing his arms up to the crowd..] DD: What a team Rodgers! These two CANNOT be beaten! JR: That is yet to be proven. DD: You'll see. -------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Tag Team Contest!!!! "Classy" Kendrick Lane "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny "Atomic Blonde" Donnie White vs. Jaime Roth Written By: Andy Doran -------------------------------------------------------------- *DING DING DING!* JR: To start off, we've got Jamie Roth and Kendrick Lane. DD: Oh man, screw the match. Let's see the two broads dyke it out! JR: Charming, I'm sure. Both men circle around...into a collar and elbow tieup! Jamie Roth with the headlock and sends Kendrick to the ropes...he hits the ground as Lane sprints over him... off the other ropes... [Jamie hits the deck again and Lane again jumps over him. As Lane bounces off the ropes a third time, Roth gets to his feet and leapfrogs over Kendrick, who dutifully bounces off the ropes a fourth time. Jamie turns and jumps for a leapfrog, but Lane pulls up just short and PLOWS INTO THE LEFT KNEE off Roth as he falls down, causing Jamie to go crashing to the ground! HEEL POP!] DD: Muahahahahahaha!!! That's CLASSY~! JR: What a complete ass he is! Roth with a bit of athleticism and Kendrick Lane just took out his knee!! DD: Boo hoo, cry me a river Jake. These guys are trying to hurt each other, this isn't a tickling contest. JR: Eli Francois goes to check on Roth, but Lane shoves him out of the way! "THUD!" JR: Elbow drop to the knee of Roth!! "THUD!" "THUD!" "THUD!" DD: Three more!! Beautiful!! JR: Lane grabs the ankle of Roth and lifts up... "THWHAAAACK!" JR: ...and drives the knee of Jamie into the mat! "THWHAAAACK!" JR: AND AGAIN! [Eli Francois comes over to check on Roth, but Kendrick Lane cuts him off. They get into a spirited arguement until Lane "accidentally" pokes Eli in the back! HEEL POP! Francois tends to the eye and turns around as Kendrick checks him out and then smiles at the blind old man's plight, dropping a knee to the groin of Roth! BIG HEEL POP!] DD: Ha! Hahahahaah! Jesus Christ, this Lane cracks me up! What a schmuck Roth is. JR: Lane picks up the legs of Jamie Roth and...hooks them underneath his arms...he lifts.... "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!" "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!" DD: YES!! GIANT SWING! JR: Kendrick Lane pulls the Giant swing out of mothballs!! Mark your calendars ladies and gentleman! DD: Moveset, baby! JR: Lane wanders over to his corner... "SLAAAP!" JR: ...and tags in Donnie White! Both men bring Jamie to his feet and swing him to the ropes... "UUUUUUUGGHHHHHH!" DD: Punch to the gut! White off the other ropes... "THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!!" JR: Swinging neckbreaker! [With a simple move out of the way, Kendrick goes over and tells Eli Francois all the holes he saw in Eli's matchcalling, as Donnie spreads the legs of Jamie and nails him with another nutshot! HEEL POP!] JR: Another lowblow from these guys! They're so dirty it's incomprehendable! DD: A well oiled team, or something. JR: Back up, Roth charges... "THUD!" JR: Hiptoss! Back up... "THUD!" JR: ...another one! Jamie's back to his feet, another hipt--BLOCKED! Roth twists underneath ...backslide! ONE!!!! KICKOUT!! [POP!] JR: Roth nearly pulled one out of his hat, but that gave him the time to... "SLAAAP!" DD: Tag in Destiny. Yay. JR: White to his feet as Roth bounces off the ropes... "THWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!!!" [POP!!] JR: Destiny with the lariat, Roth clips the knee...the old Double Goozle! Great double team move! DD: Yap yap yap, whatever. JR: And now Shane Destiny's in for the first time in this contest. He brings Donnie White to his feet... "THUD!" JR: Belly to belly! [Back to a vertical base, Shane sends the "Atomic Blonde" for the ride, and buries a knee into the gut of Donnie as he comes barreling off the other side. Destiny immediately picks him up, locks him in a front chancery...and bounces Donnie off the ropes, and then _snaps_ him to the ground in a painful looking slingshot suplex! POP!] "SLAAP!" JR: Back in comes Jamie Roth. Both guys bring Donnie White to his feet...shot to the ropes... "THWWAAAAAACK!" [POP!] JR: DOUBLE DROPKICK! DD: Give me a goddamn break. This is like elementary crap, I can do this stuff. JR: Shane Destiny exits the ring as Jamie brings White to his feet...boot to the gut... "TWAAAAAAAAACK!" JR: Step up enziguri! That knocked White for a loop! DD: That was marginally more impressive. JR: Roth to his feet, off the ropes...cross body--ROLLED THROUGH!! WHITE HOOKS A LEG... ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT BY JAMIE ROTH! [Relief POP!] JR: A close one there, courtesy of Donnie White. DD: Who apparently bleaches his teeth. JR: Ummmm...right. Anyways back up, White with the headlock...he runs to the corner and springs off... "THUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!" [HIGHSPOT POP!] JR: Tornado bulldog! DD: Now see, that's interesting shit! [Cut to a picture of Angie, pounding her hands on the mat, trying to get Roth out of his momentary funk. Just visible in the picture is Roxie, looking at Angie with much disdain.] DD: Ohhhhh daddy, those two are gonna be rolling on the ground in a minute! JR: While Dirk was gawking, Donnie White tagged in his partner. Lane brings Roth up...and drops him across his knee with a side backbreaker! He keeps Jamie there as White comes off the ropes... "THUUUUUUUUUD!" [POP!] JR: ROTH DODGED IT! He dodges the elbow from the second rope and is back to his feet, Lane.... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKK!!!" [BIG POP!] DD: Superkick knocks out Lane! Not a bad move by the faggot from the 80's! "SLAAAAP!" [POP!] JR: In comes Destiny!! [The scene gets a bit chaotic, as Roth and White exchange a few punches in the corner while Shane rushes in, catches an oncoming right hand by Kendrick, hooks him for a head and arms-plex, and suplexes Lane out of his boots! POP! Roth tosses Donnie to Destiny, and Shane quickly locks in a front chancery...and suplexes White onto Lane! POP!] JR: A bit of the same strategy we saw last week by Destiny! Just throwing people onto each other!! DD: Bully for him. JR: Destiny throws White out of the ring and brings Lane up, one arm around the waist...under the arm... "THUUUUD! JR: Northern Lights suplex! Bridged! ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! T-KICKOUT BY LANE!! DD: Classy move by Lane right there. JR: What? Kicking out? DD: Not everyone can kick out with the style he can. JR: Give me a break Dirk. DD: Watch it Jake, I know people. JR: Both men back up, Destiny with a front chancery...he lifts...and he keeps Lane vertical, letting all the blood flow to his head in an impressive bit of strength! DD: I bet he bangs that Roxie chick alot. That would probably build one's strength, lots of the old pelvic thrust. JR: DIRK! "THUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!" DD: Hey, he hit the suplex. JR: Yes he sure did, but you're a sick man. DD: Indeed suh. JR: Okay, Destiny has Lane on his feet and sets him for the ride-REVERSED by Lane! Destiny shoots off the ropes... "THUUUUUD!" DD: Into a powerslam by Lane!! JR: Kendrick hooks a leg... ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-DESTINY KICKS OUT IN TIME! [POP!] [Kendrick gets back up, and drags Destiny up, snapmaring him over into a sitting position. Lane backs into the corner and charges out, flipping over Shane and grabbing his head as he goes. Destiny falls back, but is brought to his feet by Lane, who grabs a front waistlock, lifts, and rams him back down with an inverted atomic drop, then bounds off the ropes and takes Shane's head off with a clothesline! HEEL POP!] JR: When he's not being an imbecile, Kendrick Lane is a very capable wrestler. DD: Like I said Jake, these guys are trying to win. You do whatever you gotta do to win, if you want it bad enough, and obviously he does. JR: Whatever. Lane has made his way to the top rope and waits for Destiny to turn around...he jumps... "WHAAAAAAAM!!" [POP!!] JR: HE TOOK TOO LONG!! Lane took to long on the top rope, and Destiny clocked him with a haymaker to the gut! Destiny hooks him... "THUUUUUUUD!" [POP!!] JR: T-BONE SUPLEX!! He launched him and now he goes over to tag in... DD: But the broad is distracting him, not that it's a bad thing mind you. [To clarify, Shane Destiny went to make the tag to Jamie Roth, who was distracted by Angie, who was giving him advice. Shane has a few words for Jamie, as Roxie goes ballistic on the other side of the ring.] JR: Kendrick Lane pulls Destiny back in, trying for a German suplex, but Shane fights back with elbows to the head of Lane! Another, and ano-DUCKED! Lane... "THUUUUUUUUD!!" JR: Huge belly to belly from Lane, who tags in Donnie White! DD: Oh man, Destiny's bitch is going nuts!! And Roth's broad is yelling right back at her!! JR: Lane winds in an arm wringer as White comes off the ropes... "THWAAAACK!" JR: And lands a big double axehandle to the arm of Shane Destiny! Now a kick to the gut... "THUUUUD!" JR: DDT! DD: Simple but efficient. JR: Donnie White with a cover... ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! DESTINY KICKS OUT!! [BIG POP!] JR: "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny showing some resiliency as he kicks out. Back up and Donnie White sends him for the ride...coming back... "UUUUUUUGGHHHHH!" DD: Kneelift to the gut!! He's gonna hurl!! JR: Stop it. Donnie White ascends to the second rope and measures up Shane... "THUUUUUD!" JR: Bulldog! [Mr. Personality does a little strut as Lane applauds, and then Donnie brings Destiny to his feet again, sending him for the ride and catching him as he bounds off, hotshotting him on the opposite ropes! Shane gets it right in the throat and bounds off, into a dropkick to the face that shoots Destiny over the ropes and to the floor! HEEL POP!] JR: A dropkick throws Shane Destiny right outside and here comes Donnie.... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!" [MASSIVE HIGHSPOT POP!!] JR: SWEET BUTTERY JESUS! DONNIE WHITE WITH A SLINGSHOT PLANCHA AND THAT TAKES OUT SHANE DESTINY!! [POP!!] JR: And in comes Jamie Roth... "THUUUUUUUDD!!" JR: ...and he slingshots Kendrick Lane in!! DD: Hey! What the hell is that?! JR: Back up, Jamie sends Kendrick for the ride...drop toe hold! Back up, Lane again for the ride... "THUD!" DD: Attaway! Heads up! JR: Lane grabs the leg... [HEEL POP!!] DD: GENUINE CLASS!! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED ON!! JR: Hey! He's pulling on the ropes with his hand!! [And with his free hand, Kendrick leans over and grabs the hair of Roth, causing Eli Francois to adminster a five count...that Kendrick ignores until the count o' 5. When he lets go, he reaches out and cheap shots Jamie with the free hand to a BIG HEEL POP!! Then he goes back to pulling the hair, damn near driving Eli Francois nuts!!] JR: Come on Francois do something!! NOW LANE GRABS HOLD OF THE ROPES AGAIN!! DD: Ten to one says this guy wins the match Jake. He's really controlling things. JR: He's cheating. DD: Eh, whatever. JR: Lane goes back to the hair... [POP!!] JR: FRANCOIS KICKED HIS ARM OFF THE ROPES!! DD: Goddamn Frenchmen. JR: Lane untangles his legs and brings Roth to his feet...standing neckbreaker! He covers... ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-ROTH KICKS OUT!!! [POP!!!] JR: Roth gets the shoulder up!! [Let us direct our attention for a moment at the goings on outside. Shane Destiny and Donnie White are slugging it out, as Roxie cheers on her man. Seeing this, Kendrick Lane gets himself on the apron, watching the proceedings. Taking a two step approach, Kendrick takes off... ...flying off with a shoulderblock that goes _nowhere_ near either White or Destiny... ...and hitting Roxie right in the chest, causing her to fall back...RIGHT INTO ANGIE!!! BIG OH NO SHE DI'NT POP!!!] JR: Ohhhhh no, oh no, this is a volatile situation. DD: Oh man, these bitches are gonna _fight_! [Indeed, Angie and Roxie are nose to nose, yelling at each other...] JR: Destiny throws White and Lane into the ring and runs to Roxie trying to hold the two ladies off from fighting. DD: Let 'em go, let 'em go! JR: Jamie Roth is even leaning over the ropes, begging the ladies to be civil... [HUUUUUGE POP!!] [And they're off! Angie runs into Roxie, both ladies with arms a-flailin', hair a-pullin' as the GIW contingent GOES CRAZY!! Finally, they fall to the floor and roll around as Roth screams over the ropes.] DD: *Ahem* CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHTTTTT!!!!! JR: IF WE HAD ANY CONTROL, IT'S ALL BEEN LOST!! THE VALETS FOR SHANE DESTINY AND JAMIE ROTH ARE ROLLING AROUND ON THE ARENA FLOOR, BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF EACH OTHER!! DD: Titty twister!! Purple nurple!! MOVESET BA-BEE!! [Roth didn't realize that Kendrick Lane has snuck back into the ring, and is waiting behind him. Kendrick spins him around and kicks him in the gut, locking in a front chancery...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!" [...and drilling the Coup De Grace! BIG HEEL POP!! Kendrick goes for the cover as Eli slides in position...] JR: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* AH: The winners of the match.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE AND "ATOMIC BLONDE" DONNIE WHITE!!!!!!!!! [Nobody seems to care as they all watch Roxie and Angie going toe to toe.. now both rolling on the ground tugging at each other's hair! Old man Francois is now out there seperating them both, and doing a fairly nice job.] DD: What a big win bay-bee! Off the snide and alive! JR: And look at Eli! He's breaking these two apart while Destiny and Roth just look on from the ring now! [That's right.. Destiny has entered the ring and Roth is back to his feet though wobbly.. both watching the catfight frmo above. Roth is just floored.. but Destiny looks absolutely pissed.] DD: Oh man.. Destiny may explode here and rightfully so! Two shows in a row he hasn't been pinned yet was declared a loser! JR: That's gotta be tough on the you- [SHOCKED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: DESTINY POUNCES ON ROTH!!! REAR WAISTLOCK!! [THUD!!!!!!!!!] DD: YES! YES! HUGE HIGH ANGLE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! THAT BROKE THESE TWO CHCISK APART!! JR: My lord how cheap! [The crowd boos madly as Destiny isn't finished.. lifting Roth to his feet.. yelling something.. "SMACK!"] DD: OH YEAH! What a vicious bitchslap! JR: This is sick.. absolutely gut-wrenching! DD: Destiny grabs Roth and lifts.. [THUD!!! HEEL POP!!] DD: GRIFFIN SUPLEX!! GRIFFIN SUPLEX!! AND ROTH IS OUT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! JR: What a wicked attack by Destiny! You've gotta believe he's just lost it all! [The camera shows Roxie all happy and smiling and Angie all worried trying to get into the ring to check on her man.. with that Destiny slides out and starts to head to the back to MONSTER BOOS!!] JR: Absolutely despicable actions displayed by this sore loser Shane Destiny.. this is sick! DD: No, wrong! Jaime Roth cost him yet another match! Destiny has yet to taste defeat by himself, yet he's lost two shows in a row! Both because of Jaime Roth! JR: That may be so in some twisted fashion but that gives him no right to lay out Jaime Roth here and now! DD: Oh but it does! [Angie now checking on Jaime Roth as Destiny and Roxie laugh it up to a bunch of boos as they walk through the curtains.] DD: Rock on Shane! Rock on Roxie! JR: Horrible. Let's go to something more rational.. how about a City Jack promo? DD: WHAT?! JR: Sounds good to me! [A grainy shot comes to the inside of an airport. A couple people are lying around in the waiting area as they're victims of the freak Southern Snow Storm. From the 1996 Olympic banners hanging, one can tell that this must be some airport in Atlanta. The camera moves around a bit - not very steadily, however - until itt comes to a window showing the snow on the runways and the clean-up crews trying to clear it out. A voice then is heard, presumably from the person holding the camera.] CJ: Now I done seen everything! Snow up in the hot hell o' the South! Look at all that white layin' down like some blanket out there. [Yeaup, it's GIW Television Champion, City Jack, behind that camera. The shot starts moving around again and then stays still as it views a chair right in front. Stepping into the shot - blocking much of it, mind you - is that City Jack. He sits his bulging frame into the chair and takes a second to get comfortable. Jack's wearing a pair of jeans, black T-shirt that's a tight fit, and black baseball cap with #3 on it.] CJ: You see out there, that snow done made my ride back to my new home at the Isle late. Me, I'm just coming back from ol' Liberty, seein' the folks and making my way on the merry ever since that last show. It was a grand time, I say, and I got this here camera from under that tree on the 25th. Came in handy, didn't, now that I'm in this place for God only knows how long? [Jack gives a smiling nod and a small tip on the bill of his cap.] CJ: Had to do one these here deals with all you folks before the big show on the 12th, so why not here and now? Might not be like the Isle, but it sure ain't bad. [Jack gives a wink.] CJ: But enough of me and this holiday of mine - maybe for another time cause I'll tell ya, that there New Year's Eve was on barn hopper up there in downtown o' Liberty. I'm sure some of you all on the 12th'll be hearin' from me on about that one way in the back before that show. [CJ gives a grin... must've been a good night.] CJ: Now not even all that wild party scene could stop this ol' sob from remembering that show before Christmas day. I said I wasn't going to take that kid lightly and look at what that Lane fella did. He fought and fought, brought his A-game and made it one hell of match. Can't say I liked them bruises as Christmas presents there, but the satisfaction of betterin' a man with some fight in him was a good one. [Jack nods.] CJ: He almost did in this ol' sob with that leglock of his, but I just gathered whatever little bits and morsels left in this body's tank... Used it to fight and power out of it, get on up and go for the big stopper Metroboom. But I tell ya again, I was one tired sob out there after getting that pin. Spent out so much of myself in that match that had to hop on a bus and get down to my apartment. [Jack gives a loud exhale.] CJ: After the vacation, though, with stoppin' in my Liberty - getting my bones rested and my mind all emptyin' out all them worries, I do feel like a new man. Ready to tumble, ready to juke, and sure on ready to jive it on down that ring again. Just got to get out this here aeroport first. [Jack looks around for a moment.] CJ: Naw, naw, I'm sure I'll be done on the Isle soon, very soon. That snow can't on keep coming this way. Not even ol' Kentucky could get that punishment like that. Naw, I'll be there like I always am, ready for the fight. And on that there show on the 12th, I'll be doin' what I'll always be doin' - putting my Tel-e-vision title on the line against someone's bid. [Jack nods to that.] CJ: And this Stevens fella, well I do remember him that there big rumble 'bout a month past. Big, tall drink with a little attitude. That's fine, that's fine. They can be tall, they can be wide, or they could be the biggest daggone thing in the world - doesn't matter to City Jack. I know I can take ya, so it's all up to Stevens to bring what he's got, duke it out, and see who's the better in the end. [Jack points to himself and smiles.] CJ: Now I heard from some of those fine fans a little later that day before leaving to the Main that Stevens got a good puttin'-to after I left. I didn't see it cause I was bumping along on that bus there, but I take the fans' world all right... And, boy, did they say Stevens looked something gruesome by the end of his duke with that McBaine character. Blood drippin', pourin' even, down his face... [Jack makes a motion with his hand down his face to re-create the crimson mask.] CJ: And I bet some bones aching and one helluva a headache to boot. Now, I don't know... I don't know, but maybe, just maybe... somethin' like that'll happen to ol' George by the time the 12th rolls it way on down. I'm not a man to put a rip in another fella's face, but when I get a rollin' and when I get a rockin'... [Jack throws a couple phantom punches.] CJ: Anything can and will happen down on that ring. Now I remember a time myself when I got a big gash right here o'er my eyes... [Jack runs a line across his forehead.] CJ: Courtesy of one Earl Husker back up there in Kentucky. "Fine Dinner" Earl, I should say. Took a pipe and smacked it right across my head. Busted my skull like nothing else. While I wasn't fully on that dream street, I sure done remember my vision going from clear to red in one second. I won't say much about who won or lost that there match, but the thing I want to say is I did do my stuff and battled back. Now this Stevens charactah? This guy? [Jacks gives a little look annoyed face as he looks down for a moment.] CJ: He might just come up out that there rut, clean up his bruises, stitch up those cuts and carves, come down to that ring o' mine on the 12th and bring a fight matchin' that Lane fella. If he does do that, hey, I'll just do what I always do, like I said. He don't? [Jack smiles.] CJ: Hey, no problems there folks. This ol' sob always makes sure to give ya your dollar's worth. Can ensure a fun time when City Jack's jukin' & jivin' about like I am. [Jack tips the bill of his #3 black baseball cap again.] CJ: But now, I got to going back to the waiting of my aeroplane coming around here soon. I'll be there, for sure, maybe a moment or two late, there though. You just make sure you all come around to the Sand Dollar. [As Jack continues, he makes pointing motions with his hands.] CJ: I'll be there, you all be there, Tel-e-vision title will be there, Stevens'll be there, the fish, the water, the rain, the snow, the sky, the ring, the cameras... Everybody and everything under the blue sky'll be there watchin', so you better be too. [Jack gives one more smiling nod before getting up and taking the camera with him, fading out as he walks back operating his gift. Cut back to Dirk hands folded and pleading in the air.] DD: Please God.. I beg of you.. JR: what is wrong with you? DD: I'm praying to God that City Jack doesn't make it here in time tonight. JR: Jeez, how childish Dirk. DD: Yeah?! So? JR: Good point.. never been past you before. DD: Exactly. JR: Without furtherado.. let's go down to Antonio Hervez for the introductions to tonight's big Television title match! [Cut to Hervez in the ring.. still stammering around a bit.] |
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AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is for the GIW TELEVISION TITLE!! [POP!!] Introducing the challenger.. # They judge a boy by his friends # # And all of mine are trash # [BOOOOOOOOO!!] AH: Ladies and gentlemen... entering the ring now, hailing from the Straight Shot Gulch and weighing in at 298 pounds... here is... [A tall, bulky man in a baseball cap, vest, and blue jeans appears behind the curtain... one fist raised lazily in the air.] AH: ... GEORGE "BUZZSAW" STEVENS!!! [The man rolls his head and stretches his arms as he walks to the ring with a cool, almost lackadaisical swagger. He sighs a bit as he reaches ringside, his baseball cap reading "Marty Lunde's Bar-B-Que" clearly visible.] # Cheap... thrills # # Don't you know I like # # Cheap... thrills # # Night after night # # Cheap... thrills # # Well if you ain't supposed ta do it I will # [He steps onto the ring apron and between the ropes, where he stands in his corner stretching, waiting for the action to start, looking uninterested and even a bit lost.] DD: What a bad mofo right here. He's had Brady's number as of late but rumor has it he's been having problems backstage with the head.. any word on that Rodgers? JR: Hmm.. that's news to me man. DD: Riiiiiiight.. you are so full of it. JR: [smirks] DD: See.. don't lie to me. JR: Can't say anything man.. anyhow, here comes City Jack! DD: Switching subject bastard. AH: And his opponent.. ["Classical Gas" hit the airwaves as the pop huge in awaiting their Television champ.. but nobody is coming yet.] AH: Um.. and his opponent! [They restart "Classical Gas".. but nobody enters from the entranceway as the fans start to boo in disapproval.] DD: YES!! YES!! He didn't make it afterall!! Stevens is gonna be the new champ!! STEVENS RU- ["Classic Gas" by Chet Atkins cues up as the crowd roars in approval for City Jack finally showing up. To make up for his missed time, Jack runs his way down the aisle... well, as fast as he can run, all the way to the ring.] DD: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! AH: On his way to the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 309 pounds and hails from Liberty, Kentucky.. here is the GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! [POP!!!!!!].. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd pops massively as Jack finally gets to the ring, throws his TV title aside, and rolls himself into the ring.] [Suddenly, Stevens charges City Jack and unleashes a barrage of fists!] JR: Stevens is wasting no time! DD: Ring the damned bell! ------------------------------------------------ Grand Isle Wrestling: Television Title Match!!! George "Buzzsaw" Stevens vs. City Jack [c] Written By: Greg Roberts ------------------------------------------------ DING! DING! DING! [Stevens keeps throwing blows, staggering Jack back into the corner! Stevens steps up the assault, grabbing the ropes and putting the boots to Jack! Stevens stomps Jack in the chest, driving him down to the mat!] JR: Stevens is really laying the leather to Jack here! DD: I like this guy! Go get him, Buzzsaw! [Stevens pulls Jacks up and whips him across the ring, but Jack reverses the whip, sending Stevens hard into the corner! Stevens staggers out and Jack floors him with a running clothesline! Jack dances a juke-joint jig as Stevens pops up and charges, but Jack drops him with a big right hand! Jack does the funky chicken, causing the fans to pop big! Stevens gets to his feet and charges again, but Jack winds up and drops him with another big right hand! Stevens rolls out of the ring for a breather!] JR: And Stevens takes a powder! DD: But not for long! [Stevens turns around and Jack is on him, throwing right hands! Jack staggers Stevens with a right jab and then charges, levelling Stevens with a running clothesline! Jack pulls Stevens up and whips him hard into the guardrail! Hardcore pop! Stevens slumps but Jack is on him, pulling him up! Jack scores Stevens up and drives his elbow into the top of Stevens' head! Another elbow! Another! Stevens slumps and Jack goes to work, stomping Stevens into the floor!] JR: Jack is giving Stevens a dose of his own medicine! DD: Yeah, but if he knows what's good for him, he'll get back in that ring! Stevens is lethal on the outside! [Jack pulls Stevens up and off the rail and whips him towards the ringpost, but Stevens somehow reverses the whip, sending Jack into the post! Jack slumps but Stevens is on him quick, stomping him in the back! Jack tries to get up but Stevens grabs him, pulls him up, and rolls him back into the ring!] DD: That's it, Stevens! Get him back in there so you can win this thing! JR: The end of this match is still a long way away, Davidson! City Jack is one tough customer! [Stevens rolls in behind Jack and quickly gets to his feet! Stevens stomps Jack a couple of times, then reaches down and pulls him up! Stevens tries to whip Jack into the ropes, but Jack reverses the whip! Stevens rebounds and ducks a clothesline by Jack, propelling himself into the opposite ropes! Stevens rebounds and Jack steps aside, sending Stevens to the mat with a drop toehold! Jack slides up Stevens and grabs him in a headlock!] DD: What the hell is this? JR: It's called _wrestling_, Davidson! It's why we're here. DD: It's why _you're_ here, Rodgers. I'm here for the booze and the ring rats. [Stevens gets to one knee as Jack cranks on the pressure! Stevens and Jack get to their feet, and Jack cranks up the headlock! Stevens yells out in pain, then throws a forearm into Jack's ribs! Another! Another! Jack loosens his grip on Stevens' head and Stevens pushes him off into the ropes! Jack rebounds and Stevens floors him with a shoulder-block! Stevens propels himself into the opposite ropes and Jack flops over to try to trip him! Stevens hurdles Jack, propelling himself into the opposite ropes! Stevens rebounds and ducks a Jack clothesline, then puts on the brakes! Jack wheels around as Stevens throws a kick, but Jack catches his foot!] JR: And the champion has Stevens in a pickle! DD: A what? JR: A pickle! DD: That's what I thought you said. [Jack yells to the crowd, points at Stevens and wags his finger in a "no-no" motion, then spins Stevens around! Stevens wheels around and Jack floors him with a hard clothesline! The crowd pops as Jack falls onto Stevens for the cover!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Stevens kicks out! [Jack gets to his feet, pulling Stevens up with him! Jack scoops Stevens up and slams him back down hard, then quickly drops an elbow down across his chest! Jack pops up and quickly drops another elbow, then pops up and drops a third big elbow down across Stevens' chest!] JR: Three big elbows! Stevens has got no wind left! DD: Stevens' ribs are probably dust by now! [Jack gets to his feet, backs into the ropes, then steps up and leaps, splashing Stevens with a big belly-flop! Jack hooks the leg!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Stevens kicked out again! DD: Stevens ain't going down that easy, Rodgers. That man is tougher than a nickel steak! [Jack gets to his feet, stomps Stevens s couple of times, then pulls Stevens to his feet! Jack scoops Stevens up and drops him hard back down into a shoulder-breaker! Stevens falls to the mat and Jack flops on top of him for the cover!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Stevens kicks out again! [Jack gets to his knees, pulls Stevens up to a sitting position, and clamps on a chinlock!] DD: What the hell...? JR: It's called a chinlock, Davidson. They should've taught you that in announcer's school. DD: I flunked out. JR: That doesn't surprise me. [Jack yells at the referee to ask Stevens for the submission, but Stevens shakes it off. Jack shakes Stevens' head and cranks up the pressure on the chinlock, then asks the referee again. Stevens agains shakes off the submission, and Jack releases the chinlock...] DD: Finally! [... and grabs Stevens' arms and plants his knee in Stevens' back, yanking his arms back into a surfboard!] DD: Oh Good Lord! What is this, a resthold clinic? JR: Would you knock it off? Every match doesn't have to have a table spot or buckets of blood. There are still some fans out there that appreciate good old-school wrestling. DD: Name one. [Jack yells at the referee to ask for the submission again, but Stevens shakes it off again! Jack cranks back on the arms, causing Stevens to yell out in pain, but again, he shakes of the submission. Suddenly, Jack releases the arms, gets to his feet, and starts stomping Stevens in the back!] DD: Now that's more like it! [Jack pulls Stevens up and whips him into the ropes! Stevens rebounds and Jack catches him, lifts him, and spins around, driving him into the canvas with a spinning powerslam! Jack hooks the leg!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Stevens got the shoulder up! DD: Lookit Jack! Is he pissed or what?! [Jack slaps the mat then slaps his hands together three times, but the ref points at him and shows him two fingers! Jack glares at the ref then gets up, pulling Stevens up with him. Jack pulls Stevens into a front-facelock, grabs his tights, then tries to lift him for a vertical suplex, but Stevens blocks it with a leg hook! Jack tries to lift him again, but Stevens blocks it again! Stevens suddenly grabs Jack's arm and swings it out, dropping Jack to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker!] JR: Great reversal by Stevens! DD: Yeah, but can he follow it up? [Stevens slowly gets to his feet as Jack rolls on the mat, holding the back of his head and neck! Stevens lays the boots to Jack a couple of times, then pulls Jack up by his hair. Stevens grabs Jack and whips him across the ring! Jack hits the turnbuckle hard, shaking the ring! Stevens charges in and nails Jack with a running clothesline! Heel pop!] JR: Stevens is on the comeback trail! DD: Master of the obvious, huh Rodgers? [Stevens pulls Jack out of the corner and whips him hard into the opposite corner, following him in with another hard running clotheseline! Jack slumps a bit as Stevens steps out of the corner and beckons Jack to bring it on! Jack gets up a bit but Stevens is back on him, grabbing the ropes and kicking Jack in the gut!] JR: Stevens is really taking the fight to City Jack! If this keeps up, we may be seeing a new Television Champion here tonight! DD: Something's gotten into Stevens all of a sudden, that's for sure! [Stevens pulls Jack up in the corner, lifts his chin... * WHACK * ... and delivers a hard knife-edge chop! WHOOOOO! Jack grabs his chest and grimaces, but Stevens pushes him back into the corner and... * WHACK * ... nails Jack with another chop! WHOOOOO!] JR: Listen to those chops! Good Lord! DD: Lookit that chest! On second thought... don't. JR: It's already turning red! [Stevens grabs Jack and whips him across the ring, but Jack somehow reverses the whip! Stevens goes hard into the corner and Jack charges in, but Stevens gets a knee up into Jack's face! Jack turns around, holding his jaw, and staggers out of the corner! Stevens regroups as Jack turns around, and Stevens charges!] JR: Big running clothesline by Stevens! DD: And the big man is down! [Stevens quickly falls and covers Jack!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Jack kicks out! DD: Stevens had delusions of grandeur there! JR: Hey, you can't win 'em if ya don't pin 'em? DD: Did you just think of that? JR: Yeah. DD: Wow. [Stevens gets to his feet and starts putting the boots to Jack again! The referee yells at Stevens, but Stevens blows him off and keeps stomping Jack in the ribs! Stevens steps back and measures Jack up, then drops a forearm down across the back of his head! Stevens pops up and quickly drops another forearm! Stevens gets to his feet, pulling Jack up with him! Stevens scoops Jack up and bodyslams him hard back down to the canvas! Stevens jumps and drops a leg down across Jack's throat!] JR: Stevens is pulling out all the stops here! DD: Cover him! [Stevens rolls over and covers Jack!] ONE! TWO! JR: No! Jack kicks out again! DD: Stay on him, Stevens! He's already sucking wind! [Stevens gets to his feet, pulling Jack up! Stevens pulls Jack into a front facelock, grabs his tights, and lifts him high! The crowd pops heel as Stevens holds Jack aloft for a few seconds, long enough to turn and face every side of the crowd before droppins him hard with a big vertical suplex!] JR: Now _that_ was impressive. DD: It looks like the Buzzsaw's been mixing his Wheaties with a little Andro! [Stevens rolls over onto Jack for the cover!] ONE! TWO! DD: THREE! JR: No! Jack got the shoulder up! [Stevens pops up, then drops a quick leg down across Jack's throat! Here's another cover!] ONE! TWO! DD: NEW CHAMP! JR: NO! Jack got the shoulder up again! [Stevens slaps the mat, then gets to his feet, pulling Jack up with him! Stevens scoops Jack up and bodyslams him hard back to the mat, then steps back, measures Jack up, and drops a knee down hard across Jack's forehead! Stevens rolls through the kneedrop and back to his feet, and turns and stomps Jack a couple of times before pulling him up! Stevens locks his arms around Jack's considerable waist, lifts him, and plants him with a belly-to-belly suplex!] JR: Good Lord! That ring is begging for mercy! DD: Pin him, Buzzsaw! Damnit! [Stevens rolls over and covers Jack again!] ONE! TWO! DD: IT'S OVER! JR: NO! City Jack got a foot on the ropes! DD: Damnit! [Stevens yells out in frustration, then gets to his feet, pulling Jack up. Stevens throws a couple of hard right hands into the side of Jack's head, then grabs him and whips him across the ring, but Jack somehow reverses the whip and sends Stevens into the ropes! Stevens rebounds and ducks Jack's clothesline, propelling himself into the opposite ropes! Jack wheels around as Stevens rebounds and leaps for a Thesz press!] JR: NO! Big spinebuster by City Jack! What a reversal! DD: Both men are down! JR: But Jack is stirring! [The referee reaches five before Jack gets to his feet and starts stomping Stevens! Jack pulls Stevens to his feet, but Stevens jabs a thumb into his eye! The crowd pops heel as Stevens starts throwing right hands into the side of Jack's head! Stevens backs Jack into the ropes with the barrage of fists, then grabs him and whips him across the ring!] JR: No! City Jack reverses the whip again! DD: Where does he get it from? [Stevens rebounds and Jack grabs him and lifts him, locking Stevens in a big bearhug!] JR: Here it comes! [Suddenly, Jack wheels around and leaps, driving Stevens into the mat with a HUGE belly-to-belly suplex!] JR: METROBOOM! METROBOOM! DD: Stick a fork in the Buzzsaw! [Jack covers Stevens...] ONE! TWO! JR: THREE! DING! DING! DING! JR: It's over! And City Jack retains his Gee-Eye-Dubya Television title! What a match! DD: I don't like City Jack, but I gotta give him his props for this one. He took a lot of punishment in there and still got the duke! [The referee hands Jack his title belt, and he holds it high as the fans pop big! Jack does a little victory dance, jiving and jiggling a little bit before dropping down and rolling under the ropes to the floor.] JR: City Jack seems to have a firm hold on that Television title! DD: Yeah, until McBaine or Wilkins decide they want some gold for their mantle. JR: Speaking of Wilkins, we'll see him in action in awhile as he'll face Russ Brady in our huge main event.. but before that we got ourselves a match between a monster and a grizzled veteran.. as Leviticus Nelson will go toe to toe with Scott Von Braun. DD: Oh joyous. Maybe the lights will crash down and kill them both, and DeFay.. goddamn what a great night that would be. JR: Hmm, not really Dirk. DD: Oh trust me, that'd rule. JR: But before our big first round title tournament match.. I caught up with Doyle Woodall earlier today to see what the Dirty One had to say about tonight's show.. let's see what he had to say. [The camera opens on the backstage area where Jacob Rodgers stands, mic in hand. The crawl at the bottom of the screen reads "EARLIER TODAY"...] JR: Hello, wrestling fans! As you know, I'm Jacob Rodgers and I'm standing here in the backstage area awaiting the arrival of one of the rising stars in our business, "Dirty" Doyle Woodall. I've been told that the Dirty One has indeed arrived, and should be... [Suddenly, the door to the outside swings open violently and "Dirty" Doyle Woodall enters, carrying a ragged canvas gym bag. Woodall is clad in black work boots, baggy blue jeans, a black David Allan Coe concert t-shirt, and a blue bandana doo-rag tied around his unruly black hair. Woodall spies Rodgers, the mic, and the camera, and starts shaking his head...] JR: Mr. Woodall! I... [Woodall pushes past Rodgers...] DDW: Ain't got time, Rodgers. JR: But Mr. Woodall! The fans wanna know... [Woodall stops and turns back to Rodgers...] DDW: The _fans_ wanna know? Gimme a goddamned break, Rodgers. The fans don't wanna know nothin' about nothin'. All the fans _need_ to know is when the Dirty One is gonna break his foot off in Bobby Ray Wilkins' narrow ass. And if they lay down their hard-earned money and grab a seat tonight, they'll find out soon enough. JR: But you're not scheduled to compete tonight. [Woodall glares at Rodgers...] DDW: You think the Dirty One needs to hear a damned bell before I can kick the hell outta somebody? If ya do, then ya don't know ol' Dee-Dee-Dubya that goddamned well. I'll say this to Wilkins right here and now... [Woodall turns and points at the camera...] DDW: Ya cost the Dirty One the Television title. Ya damned near cost me my tournament match. So tonight, the Dirty One's gonna git his pound o' flesh from ya, Wilkins. Come hell... [Woodall glares into the camera...] DDW: ... or high water. [Woodall abruptly turns and leaves... the camera cutting back to the announcing team.] DD: [chuckles] Wow.. good investigative work there Jake.. you really hit him with the tough questions.. you will go far! JR: Oh can it man. DD: No really.. you are a journalists wet dream! JR: I guess so. DD: HAHAHAHA! I'm joking.. that was WEAK man! JR: Blow it out your pooper. DD: Pooper! JR: [sighs] Well fans.. it's time for our first of two big first round matches in our Heavyweight title tournament now as Leviticus Nelson goes toe to toe with Scott Von Braun! DD: Damn, I've been loathing this point in the night. JR: I'm sure you have Dirk, so for you.. let's go over to antonio Hervez for the official introductions! DD: Sheeit. [Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. this contest is scheduled for one fall.. and is a first round match in the Heavyweight Title tournament!! [POP!!] Introducing first.. ["Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts up as the crowd gives a decent sized pop. Scott Von Braun emerges from the entrance portal and stands at the top of the aisle for a moment as the crowd can't help but support a grizzlied-veteran of the ring wars. After a moment he starts down the aisle and towards the ring.] # Big wheels keep on turning # # Carry me home to see my kin # # Singing songs about the southland # # I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin # AH: Coming to the ring.. he hails from Huntsville, Alabama and weighs in tonight at 270 pounds. Here is... SCOTT VON BRAUN! # Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her # # Well, I heard ole Neil put her down # # Well, I hope Neil Young will remember # # A southern man don't need him around anyhow # [Nice pop!! as Scott Von Braun gets to the ringside area. He walks around the ring looking at it and the people inside of it as he makes his circle.] # Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue # # Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you # [He gets to the ring steps and stops. He loosens up his neck and shoulders before using the steps to ascend to the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and starts pacing around the ring.] # In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor # # Now we all did what we could do # # Now Watergate does not bother me # # Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth # [Scott Von Braun goes over ot a turnbuckle. He climbs to the second buckle and raises both arms in the air getting another good-sized pop from the crowd.] DD: I may not like the oldest of six hundred Von Braun's but I'll respect the fact that he's been around and survived for many a year. JR: Scott Von Braun, father of rookie of the year Brian Von Braun, sure has a large task tonight as he's going against the biggest man on our roster in terms of sheer size.. DD: But Nelson lacks mental capacity.. he's a blatent idiot and needs some child molester to tell him what to do. JR: That's yet to be proven. DD: Oh.. you'll see it on Cops or something soon enough. [Back to Hervez.] AH: And his opponent.. ["Bad Blood" by Sepultura kicks up, as Leviticus Nelson begins his slow walk to the ring to a HUGE Pop! In front of the giant, walks his "handler" Bobby Joe Defay, with an arrogant, yet attentive smile on his large face. Leviticus shows no emotion, with nothing but a stone look on his face, as he continues to walk towards the ring. Defay slowly stops in front of the ring, and looks back at Leviticus, and then points in the ring. Leviticus nods, closing his eyes, and heads towards the ring.] AH: On his way to the ring.. accompanied by Bobby Joe DeFay [small pop].. he weighs in tonight at 397 pounds.. hailing from Lufkin, Texas.. here is.. LEVITICUS NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG POP!! As the song continues, Leviticus strides over the top rope, and enters the ring. Defay slowly walks up the ring steps, stopping at the top step, as Leviticus looks back and nods slowly, yet again. Leviticus grabs the top rope, and closes his eyes, beginning a slow prayer, as you can see in detail, the massive amount of tattoo's on his arm. His large hands grip the rope tightly, as he stops the prayer, opens his eyes, and slowly turns around, glaring across the ring at Scott Von Braun who's ready to fight.] DD: Oh man I really loathe this over-sized buffoon. He's like that retarded kid from There's Something About Mary. JR: I wouldn't go THAT far. DD: I would.. and I did. JR: But you cannot deny the presence nor the sheer size of Nelson.. he's a fierce and dangerous competitor. DD: Perhaps. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: 1st Round Heavyweight Title Tournament!!! Scott Von Braun vs. Leviticus Nelson Written By: Ryan Duffy ---------------------------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING] JR: A notable size difference between Scott Von Braun here and Leviticus Nelson, and Von Braun is one of the bigger men in GIW at six foot five. Nelson is just a monster out there, and the veteran is going to have to find away around that.. DD: Nelson has been battling McBaine, however, which means he doesn't have any brains. [The two men start to circle each other and Nelson quickly goes to the attack with a big overhand right attempt. SVB is able to duck under and he quickly goes after the lower part of the knee with a side kick..] JR: SVB showing his battle plan early here, he's gonna try and get the big man off of his feet. That kick sort of buckled Nelson, but it might have just pissed him off. DD: SVB needs to get himself a car, then he'll be able to take him down. JR: SVB with a quick pair of shots to the kidneys, but Nelson is only momentarily stunned.. Nelson pushes off on Von Braun and sends him right into the ropes. SVB rebounds and Nelson wraps his hand around Braun's throat.. he lifts. No! Von Braun with a left hand to the jaw of Nelson! DD: It should be noted that SVB is a south paw. It's tricky to keep off of his strong hand in the ring there. [SVB doesn't stop with one.. in fact he fires three more shots to the jaw of Leviticus, the third one sort of rocks back Nelson a couple of feet. Von Braun hooks his feet around the leg of Nelson and twists, causing Nelson to fall with a spinning toe hold!] JR: Incredible! SVB was able to trip the big man off of his feet. DD: Somewhere in the back, McBaine is taking notes. Wait, I'm in GIW.. they don't have TVs in the back, let alone paper. [Von Braun pulls up on the leg of Leviticus and quickly slams it down onto the mat, knee first! The Alabama native pulls up the leg of the big man again and slams it once more into the mat!] JR: SVB trying to take apart Leviticus Nelson one knee at a time. DD: It's crazy, but it's smart. JR: Von Braun is lifting that leg high into the air once again, he going to try and shatter the knee of the seven footer.. NO! Nelson pushes off, Von Braun through the ropes and to the floor below! Great counter by the big man there. DD: Now the question is can Leviticus get back to his feet. I've got five to one odds saying no way. JR: Leviticus is slowly getting back to his feet here, using the ropes for help the big man is able to get to a verticle base. [Instead of getting back to his feet, Nelson slides out to the outside of the ring and now he's back to his feet. Nelson quickly grabs hold of SVB and overpowers him.. with the littlest amount of effort from Nelson he tosses SVB right into the guardrailing. Von Braun smacks back first against the steel... but before Nelson is able to charge in with a double axehandle smash.] JR: Quick feet by the veteran Scott Von Braun, there's a quick shot by Von Braun and another jab with his feet, he winds back and connects with a left hand! DD: You're just ticking him off SVB. JR: Nelson backs up some.. With a running start here comes Von Braun.. NO! Nelson catches him with a bearhug! [The big man near the corner of guardrail really puts the squeeze on SVB. Just then he takes a running start of his own towards the ring... _SMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ JR: Nelson drives Von Braun back first into the corner post! Big move there and that might have some serious damage. DD: Back up and do it again! End Von Braun! JR: Not a Von Braun fan? DD: Eh, his kid impresses me more. You know, _whooooooosh_ and stuff. Now that's cool. [Nelson doesn't drop SVB, no no no. Instead he once again backs up towards the corner again then charges forward... _SMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ JR: AGAIN HE DRIVES VON BRAUN BACK FIRST! That's gotta be painful for the Alabama native. DD: Crush! It makes a better sound than whoosh, actually. JR: Interesting. [The now semi-crushed SVB slumps to the ground in front of the corner post, but he doesn't get off so easy. Leviticus pulls SVB back up to his feet and with a feat of strength not seen in GIW yet, Leviticus Nelson gorilla presses the 270 pound SVB over his head and tosses him through the middle rope! There is a large pop from the crowd after that one.] JR: Oh my! He just bench pressed SVB into the ring as if he was a rag doll! Incredible strength by this big man. DD: Wow. I'm speechless.. JR: And another GIW first! DD: Take a picture, it'll never happen again.. I promise. JR: Nelson back into the ring now, SVB just holding his back in some serious pain.. OH MY! Nelson is standing on the lower back of Von Braun! All that weight on the lower back, that's just gotta hurt. DD: It'd be best for Von Braun to quit now and be able to walk tomorrow.. [Seeing the damage has been done Leviticus steps off of the back of Von Braun. SVB can do nothing but roll to his side, probably a form of defense, who knows. Nelson reaches down with his big hand and picks up the man from Huntsville. Nelson quickly tosses him into the corner and with as much force as a seven foot plus man can brings his open hand down onto the chest of SVB! _SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLAP!_ JR: That sound you heard just bounced off every single part of the arena! DD: Part of this shack, you mean. JR: Again Nelson reaches high into the air with his big hand, he could possibly crush Von Braun's chest here... NO! SVB moves out of the way and Nelson's hand slams into the corner turnbuckle! [Nelson tries to shake it off in his hand, but this gives SVB the chance he needs and quickly Von Braun sneaks up from behind latches on with a back waist lock and quickly lifts up and drops backwards... _THHHHUUUUUUD!_ ... a pop from the crowd due to the impact!] JR: Belly to back suplex there by Scott Von Braun, but the sheer sound that the big man Nelson made hitting the mat was incredible. DD: I don't think a GIW quailty ring can handle much more punishment. JR: Von Braun is back to his feet, still feeling some of the effects from those corner post shots, but he's able to fight off the pain and now comes off the ropes and _drives_ the knee right into the forehead of Nelson! Big knee drop there. DD: He's gotta stay quick here, or he'll end up splat. JR: Von Braun again back to his feet and this time he again drops down, this time slamming the elbow into the chest of Nelson. Scott Van Braun hooks the leg, he's going for a pin... ONE! TWO! [POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: Nelson doesn't just kickout! He bench presses Von Braun at leat four feet into the air there and off. DD: Impressive I must say, Bobby Joe Defay has himself a great wrestler there. JR: Yes Defay is on the outside, barking orders towards his wrestler Leviticus Nelson. DD: Defay gives off that creepy preacher vibe. [The crack GIW camera crew now gets a shot of Bobby Joe Defay standing on the outside of the ring, he's short with thinning black hair and his eyes just gaze into the ring watching his monster do the work.] JR: Von Braun is back to his feet and he puts the boots to Nelson some more... Nelson is trying to fight it off and get back to his feet, but those stomps seem to be slowing him down some. DD: Hey, if you're Von Braun you're going to try and slow this guy up as much as possible. JR: Von Braun again drops the elbow this time across the back of the neck of Nelson. That drops the big man back to the mat. The fifty year old Von Braun is really taking it to this seven foot, close to four hundred pound man... you gotta love that. DD: Does Von Braun qualify for the Senior discount at Denny's yet? [SVB is slow moving in the ring, but he doesn't have to hurry because Nelson still has yet to get back to his feet. Nelson tries to pull himself back up, but SVB is right there waiting for him and quickly tries for another belly to back, but this time Nelson is just too heavy and doesn't budge. A quick back elbow by Leviticus causes SVB to break the waist lock..] JR: Nelson with a spinning back fi- No! Ducked by SVB... _SLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_ [Pop form the crowd.] JR: Von Braun counters and catches Nelson right across the throat with a short-arm clothesline! Crafty move by the veteran there. He was able to knock the big man to the mat, after getting Nelson to be off balance there. DD: After thirty years in the sport, you'd hope SVB would have picked up something like that. JR: Von Braun might have hurt his arm on that one, so you can only imagine the pain that was inflicted on the big man. Both men are a little slow getting back to their feet... [SVB holds his arm in pain as he rolls back up somewhat slowly, Nelson coughs a few times and grabs at his throat as he tries to bring himself back up to his feet after what was an impressive clothesline. SVB is back to his feet first, but he isn't able to get a shot in the big man, as Nelson is the first to throw a punch and connects.. the punch rocks SVB backwards, and quickly Nelson fires another big right dropping him straight to the ground!] JR: Big time power shown there by Nelson, and now he's been able to regain control on Von Braun. Nelson now rolls SVB into a standing head scissors position... this can't be good, Nelson lifts up hoisting Von Braun up in the air... _SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_ [BIG TIME MOVE POP FROM THE GIW CROWD!] JR: OH MY! A powerbomb from the seven foot tall Leviticus Nelson and.. and.. DD: He might have just crushed Von Braun's back! JR: Von Braun with a sickening thud on the mat there, and now Nelson moves into position for the pin, this could probably do it... ONE! TWO! THRE- [SHOCKED POP!] JR: VON BRAUN GETS THE SHOULDER UP! DD: Stay down dummy! JR: Somehow SVB was able to get the shoulder up, and this first round GIW title match is still on. DD: The title isn't worth crap if you have to defend it from a wheelchair. JR: Von Braun is a competitor and I don't think he's about to lay down in a match that he's worked so hard in up to this point. But the same could be said for Nelson, because he's back to his feet and looks a bit frustrated. [The big man just stands over the body of SVB. Von Braun slowly moves around and tries to use the ropes to get back to his feet. That is, until the big hands of Leviticus Nelson reach down and pull him fully back to his feet... with little effort, Nelson throws SVB into the farside ropes with a whip.] JR: Nelson ducks down as SVB comes off the ropes, this might not be pretty.. _THHHHHHHHUUUUUD!_ [FACE POP FROM THE CROWD!] JR: DDT BY VON BRAUN! HE DRIVES NELSON FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT! DD: Damn, the old man can still wrestle... kind of. [Both men are slow getting up, still sort of recovering from the match. SVB is able to crawl to his feet first just as Nelson rolls over onto his back. SVB measures up Nelson and drops a corkscrew elbow drop right into the heart of Nelson!] JR: Another big move there by Von Braun. And now it looks as if he is headed towards the corner ropes, this could mean trouble for Nelson. DD: This could mean a heart attack for Von Braun! JR: SVB up on the middle ropes, and now he's got his fist raised in the air... could this be a fistdrop? _THHHHHHHHHHHHHHUD!_ [FACE POP!] JR: NO! Nelson somehow sits up at the last moment there! SVB hits the mat fist first! DD: Damn, he might have broken his hand... or maybe his hip! JR: Stop. [SVB gets back to his feet shaking his hand in some serious pain, Nelson is also able to get back to his feet and charges in at SVB, who backs up against the ropes. Nelson connects with a clothesline sending SVB and himself over the top rope and to the floor below! The crowd pops as the two meet the floor.] JR: Over the top rope! Both men hit the floor hard.. I don't know who took the worst of that fall, but I can tell you that neither man is really moving to much at this time.. DD: And because they're not moving, we take this time to remind you to drink Geritol. Yes, the miracle drink for old timers like Scott Von Braun. Drink Geritol. JR: Will you stop it, please? DD: What? And take away from the gripping fact that both men aren't moving too much out there? JR: I hate my job. [The two men are still trying to get back to their feet, Leviticus Nelson is using the guardrail pull up method, while SVB tries to crawl it off on the floor. The crowd all gathers around Nelson as the big man pulls himself back to his feet. _SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ [SHOCKED POP LIKE NO OTHER!] JR: WHAT THE HELL!? A BASEBALL BAT FROM THE CROWD JUST HIT LEVITICUS NELSON OVER THE TOP OF THE HEAD! DD: Who's the damn fan that did that!? [And just then "Bad Eye" McBaine leaps over the guardrail, sure enough, baseball bat in hand. The crowd really starts to lay into McBaine. McBaine stalks over to where now Nelson holds his head laying in a slump on the ground... he quickly picks up the baseball bat again.. _SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ [ANOTHER HEEL POP!] JR: A SECOND SHOT TO THE HEAD OF LEVITICUS NELSON BY MCBAINE! DD: That's _Mister_ McBaine to you Jake. JR: He's a son of a bitch, I'll tell you that right now. The man is sick in his head. [SVB gets back to his feet, but McBaine just gives him a quick look and turns around headed right towards Bobby Joe Defay. Defay starts to back up the aisle as McBaine slowly walks right at him.. the two slowly make their way up the aisle.] JR: "Bad Eye" McBaine took two cheap shots at Leviticus Nelson with that baseball bat and is now walking Defay right out of this match.. DD: You see, to you that was a cheap shot. To me, he smacked some overgrown freak with an equalizer. [Defay and McBaine disappear beyond the entrance and are well out of sight. At this point, SVB is having some trouble trying to drag the big man back into the ring apron. Von Braun is eventually able to get Nelson back in, and now the camera picks up the first shot of Nelson's now bloodied face.] JR: Those baseball bat shots really opened up the big man, and it probably has cost him the match.. and ultimately cost Nelson his shot at the GIW title. Here's the cover by Von Braun... ONE! TWO! THREE!? [FACE POP!] JR: NO WAY! HELL NO! LEVITICUS NELSON JUST KICKED OUT! DD: What the hell? [SVB can't believe it either and brings the big man back to his feet looking for an even bigger move to put away the big man. SVB musters up all of his strength and tries for the big irish whip, but Nelson is somehow able to reverse it and sends SVB into the ropes... _SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_ JR: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY NELSON! INCREDIBLE MOVE! DD: Ok, now _that_ had to have broken one of Von Braun's hips. JR: Von Braun is back to his feet, but he's rather out of it right now... Nelson is also back up.. covered in blood, but still it looks like he's right in this match. SVB stumbles backwards right into the outstretched hand of the seven foot tall monster! [FACE POP!] _THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD_! [ANOTHER FACE POP!] JR: DESENTION INTO HELL! DESENTION INTO HELL! NELSON WITH THE REVERSE CHOKESLAM! VON BRAUN WAS DRIVEN INTO THE MAT FACE FIRST ON THAT ONE! HERE'S THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] JR: He did it! Leviticus Nelson pulls off the big win after being attacked by "Bad Eye" McBaine! What an incredible effort by both men, but only one could win tonight, and now it's the seven foot tall monster that moves on in the GIW Title tournament! DD: Damnit! Why can't this man just die! I hate him Jake.. he's unbearable! [Nelson gets his arm semi-raised as he pulls it away and quickly exits the ring.. definitely looking for his handler.] DD: Oh look! The seven foot monster is lost without his child molesting handler.. what a poo-say! JR: Dirk! DD: What? JR: Don't say that. DD: I'll say whatever I feel like saying because that is my job. JR: I can't believe they pay you. DD: And handsomely. JR: Folks.. while they clear the ring for our main event.. let's take you to some pre-recorded comments from Russ Brady about his big match tonight. DD: Ok.. I don't like this kid.. but he can be nasty. |
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[Cut to the locker room, where Russ Brady is. Dressed in black jeans and a black sleeveless tee shirt, with "KILLER" written in bold red letters, as well as an old brown leather vest, Brady sits on a bench, taking the occasional drag from a Lucky. His dirty blonde hair is not yet matted with sweat, but the stubble is there. He looks around as he speaks.] RB: Someone 'round here likes me. Whut brings me t' somethin' like this? Well, th' evidence is there. There's few things, innis life, 'at really bother me. One o' 'em...is Texas. Ah hate Texas, an' Ah hate the bunch o' cunts 'at live there. All o' 'em scream th' same comp'ny line, "Ah'm from Texas so Ah'm jes' won'nerful. Ah'm from Texas, so ya'll should fear me, cause Ah cin stick an entire steers horn up mah sphincter." If they'd ever wake up from th' goddamn wet dream they livin' in, they'd rea-lize 'at no one gives a good goddamn about them, or 'at piss water hell hole of a state. [Russ takes a deep breathe and flicks the Lucky.] RB: As much as Ah hate Texas'n ever'thin' 'bout it, there ain't nuthin Ah love t' do more'n beat the shit outta one. Th' dead man Ah'm fightin' t'night...why he's jes' about th' proudest Texan Ah ever seen. It's gonna be mah pleasure t' break'em in half. But they's a secon' thing 'at really bothers me...an' 'ats a bitch. No, not a woman, Ah mean a goddamn bitch. Someone 'at won't fight like a man, someone who runs from ever'thin'. Someone who won't stand up for theyself. Now, look again 'at th' dead man across from me t'night. Yeah, Bobby Ray Wilkins. Take a good long look at 'em. That man is a bitch if Ah ever seen one. An' 'at man is a Texan, if Ah ever seen one. [...] RB: 'at is a man livin' on borrowed time, if Ah ever seen one. [...] RB: Th' fact 'at this is in a tournament fer some title really don't make a lick o' differ'nce t' me. Without doing a goddamn thing, Bobby Ray Wilkins made 'is match personal. Without doin' a goddamn thing, Bobby Ray Wilkins just signed hisself up t' get beaten like a dog, by the angriest sumbitch he ever met. Like Ah said, someone innis place likes me. But after t'night, it sure ain't gon' be Bobby Ray Wilkins. [Fade back to Dirk and Jacob.] DD: I assume he must hate Texans. JR: You think? DD: Can't blame 'em.. I mean that Nelson fella is a stupid Texan.. and the only guy here from Texas worth a piss is the guy Brady has to fight tonight.. Bobby Ray Wilkins. JR: In your heavily biased eyes perhaps. DD: I'm always right Jake.. you should know that by now. JR: [sighs] Oh.. I forgot. And on that ridiculous note.. let's cap off a great night with the final first round match of our Heavyweight Title tournament.. Antonio Hervez.. take it away! [Cut to Hervez in the ring as the crowd is already hot for our main event to come. Hervez clears his throat and proceeds with the introduction.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening!! [Pop!!] It is scheduled for one fall.. and is a first round contest in the Grand Isle Wrestling Heavyweight Title tournament! [Pop!!] 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!] DD: Racist. JR: Excuse me? DD: Not you, Russ Brady. JR: I know who you meant! DD: You see that white trash tattoo? JR: It's a cool tattoo I must say. DD: You are a moron. AH: And his opponent.. ["Atomic Clock" by Monster Magnet begins to blast throughout the venue, as Bobby Ray Wilkins emerges from the back to a chorus of boos. Wilkins stands still for a moment, various complaints streaming from his mouth a mile a minute, as he stalks to the ring, shaking his head and not looking too happy about having to wrestle.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 254 pounds.. hailing from Houston, Texas.. here is.. "VIOLATOR" BOBBY RAY WILKINS!! [BOOOOOOO!! Wilkins is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and a black leather vest, and slides the vest off, dropping it on the floor as he stalks closer towards the ring.. but stops in his tracks.] JR: And here comes Brady!! He ain't waitin' any longer! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Main Event!! 1st Round HW Title Tournament!!! Russ Brady vs. "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins Written By: Mike Gilliland -------------------------------------------------------------------- [DING DING DING!!!] JR: And there goes BRW!! He's on the run!! [That's right.. he saw Brady coming after him and he's hopped the guardrail and is running through the crowd.. but not getting very far as the fans won't let him go anywhere.] DD: Run Bobby Ray!! He's right behind you! JR: Brady hopping the guardrail and giving chase! [Pop!] He's right behind BRW as he taps him on the shoulder.. BRW turns! [POP!] And there goes Russ Brady! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Handful of hair by Brady as he's pulling BRW back towards the guardrail.. DD: Goddamn this inbred.. BRW was trying to get to the ring.. but Brady won't allow him to! JR: Have you lost your mind?! DD: I must have.. I'm working color for Grand Isle Wrestling. JR: Touche. DD: Touche this. JR: Brady dragging BRW back to that guardrail.. irish whip.. [THUD!! POP!!] and a big irish whipping hiptoss sends Bobby Ray Wilkins up and over that guardrail and back into the entranceway! Brady hopping back over.. BRW back to his feet and backpedalling towards the ring.. Brady giving chase! Running laria-, ducked by BRW!! [Ohhhhh!!] DD: Backkick to the nuggets by the Violator! He's got Brady doubled over at ringside! [Thud!] And a textbook swinging neckbreaker sits the silly dumb bastard from Oklahoma onto the concrete! JR: Nice counter and momentum change for the Texas native here.. as the fans boo violently for this man.. these people sure have grown to hate BRW in short time. DD: They deny greatness.. typical of country yokels. JR: I wouldn't consider Bobby Ray Wilkins great at anything but being a coward from what I've seen of him so far in our telecasts.. DD: Yokel. [BRW, meanwhile, is taking this time to kick away at the upperback and neck of Brady.. who's trying to cover up to no avail.] JR: BRW lifting the big man from Oklahoma to his feet and rolls him finally into the ring.. the Violator quickly in after him as Brady fights back to his feet.. DD: Not for long. JR: Scoop by BRW.. as he holds Brady up.. [Thud!] falling back with a beautiful Fallaway Slam! The first cover of the contest! ONE!!!! KICKOUT!! [And it wasn't one of those minor kickouts.. Brady damn near sent BRW through the ropes and to the floor.] JR: And what a kickout by Brady.. I don't believe BRW actually thought he could put him away there! [Heel Pop!] DD: Now you know why he didn't! It was a slow count and Bobby Ray is gonna make sure Francois knows that! JR: BRW screaming at the ref but he should be more focused on who's getting back to his feet.. DD: Why bother.. this is just another ploy or tactic to use against the half-retarded Russ Br- [POP!!] JR: OH MY!! BRW turned right into a vicious running boot by Brady!! BRW quickly up.. boot to the midsection by Brady! [THUD!!!] JR: DDT!! The cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!! DD: Not even close! JR: Brady pulls BRW into a seated position now.. down to a knee goes the big man from Oklahoma and applies a rear chinlock on the Violator! DD: Weak! If Brady wants to put weak ass submission moves on and think it'll impress the crowd he may as well go wrestle up in Canada with blowhards like Qu- JR: Dirk! DD: What? JR: Last thing we need is a blood war with a national wrestling promotion.. DD: What do we have to fear? They can't fly any blimps in here. [Both laugh.] JR: BRW screaming and clutching at his neck trying to break this hold as Brady seems tired of the annoying screaming and lets go of the hold.. BRW rolling quickly to a corner and yelling for Francois to come over there. DD: Yeah, you tell him Bobby Ray! [As the ref walks over to BRW.. Bobby Ray lashes out screaming and pulling his own hair insinuating that Brady is cheating. Heel Pop!] JR: You've got to be kidding me! DD: Yeah, no sheeit. I thought Brady was an upstanding citizen and wrestler, guess not. JR: Oh can it. DD: If I was BRW, I'd protest and ask for a DQ win. JR: There are no such things in Grand Isle Wrestling.. we are blue collar. DD: Riiiiight. JR: Brady has seen enough here as he's stalking over to Francois and BRW.. pulling the aging referee aside.. [And with that.. BRW gets on his knees and starts to plead with the big man from Oklahoma! Heel Pop!!!] DD: Let Bobby Ray go, Russ! Be a man! JR: I wonder what BRW would do in Brady's shoes. DD: He's let him go! [Pop!] JR: Wrong answer! Brady kicking away at the skull of BRW who just slumps in the corner covering up to as little avail as Brady before.. Russ lifts BRW back to his feet.. irish whip.. Brady follows in.. [POP!] and rocks BRW in the opposite corner with a vicious lariat!! DD: Cheap! JR: Brady backing up.. and he's motioning for BRW to give him BRW's ever so deadly lariat of his own! The Texan looks dazed but not willing to give up such an opportunity! Out charges Wilkins! Lar-, ducked by Brady! DD: Damnit! Turn around Wilkins! JR: Wilkins turns.. [Pop!] and Brady grabs him around the neck!! Chokes-, no! BRW kicks away at the knees of Brady and the man from Oklahoma lets go! BRW runs off the far ropes.. [BOOOOOOOOOOO!!] JR: And right out of the ring goes BRW!! He's walking around ringside!! DD: Ingenius! He's taking a breather! He's taking back the momentum he had just lost earlier! JR: He's a damn coward! DD: Call it what you will.. it's a clever gameplan. [Pop!] JR: It sure has Brady irritated as he slides out of the ring.. and the chase is on!! Around the ring they go.. Brady catching up on the Violator! [But just before Brady gets his hands on BRW.. Wilkins slides into the ring.. Brady does as well.. but gets treated to more boots to the neck by BRW that incites quite a large heel pop!! from the crowd.] DD: This guy rules nine levels of godliness. JR: Um, if you say so [sighs]. DD: Indeed! JR: Wilkins taking a few steps back now.. lunging forward [Thud!] and dropping a knee right into the neck of Russ Brady as the big man just tosses and turns on the mat.. DD: He's got Brady right where he wants him.. on the mat and in no shape to get high impact on BRW. JR: For once you said something halfway logical. DD: Hey.. blow me Jake. JR: Welcome back Dirk. Another well placed knee to the neck now as BRW picks the Oklahoma native to his feet.. irish whip, reversed by Brady! BRW off the far end.. Brady spins.. big rolling elbow, ducked by Wilkins!! [Thud!!] DD: Reverse DDT by Wilkins!!! What a counter!! JR: Crafty manuever by the Texan as he hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!! [POP!!] DD: Damnit! I thought we had him there! JR: We? DD: Yes, the populace who think all that is Bobby Ray Wilkins rules. JR: That's a scary thought. DD: It's a reality too. JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins back to his feet.. once again berating Eli Francois for what he feels was another slow count- DD: Which it was! JR: No matter.. this match must continue and he better re-focus on Brady who is his actual opponent. DD: Blah blah. [BRW does re-focus as he picks Brady up and fires him into the far corner.. slowly walking towards the corner himself.. mounting the turnbuckle above Brady..] DD: Ten punch count!! Everybody follow my lead!! JR: Oh lord! DD: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! T- [THUD!! POP!!] JR: Brady with a huge inverted atomic drop out of the corner!! Brady hooks BRW up.. and he lifts!! [THUD!!! POP!!!] JR: HUGE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!! [Disappointed Pop!] DD: You can't keep this man down!! He's the damn man!! He's destined to be Heavyweight champ! JR: What about your pick of McBaine? DD: Well.. hmm.. we'll get to that down the line. JR: Sure. [Brady, unlike his opponent, wastes no time lifting BRW back up.. BRW tries to fight back feebly with a few weak overhand rights that Brady swats away..] JR: Big knee to the breadbasket doubles over Wilkins.. uh-oh! Standing headscissors applied by Brady here! DD: Damnit Bobby Ray, defend yourself! JR: Brady eyeing the crowd as they cheer the fan favorite on.. Brady lifts Brady onto his shoulders.. here comes a powerbo- [Boo!] DD: Yes!! JR: Oh! BRW with a poke to the eyes of Brady as BRW is dropped onto his knees of the mat as Brady struggles with his eyesight here! [Brady is pulling one of those blind man swinging wildly at nothing routines as BRW tries to get in a good position to time an attack.] DD: Watch out for those flailing arms BRW.. pick your spot wisely! JR: BRW a few feet behind the wildly swinging Russ Brady.. BRW charges! [THUD!!! HUGE POP!!!] JR: MY GOD!! THE BLINDED RUSS BRADY DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED BOBBY RAY WILKINS WITH A HUGE LARIAT THERE!! DD: There isn't a God.. damn it! Russ Brady is really starting to grate on my nerves.. and it may be time to call Vegas. JR: I thought you got out of that business. DD: Everytime I try to get out.. it just pulls me back in. JR: What movie is that from? DD: Sheeit.. I forget. JR: BRW is out on the mat but Brady has no idea what he just did as he's backed into the corner rubbing at his eyes.. DD: What the hell? Did BRW poke right through his eyes? JR: Who knows.. Brady could have serious damag- [And with that Brady turns and eyes the downed BRW with renewed vigor. The crowd pops as Brady walks over to BRW and returns the favors of earlier by kicking away at the neck of BRW who is just rolling around on the mat feebly.] JR: Guess not. DD: You and your assumptions.. you jinxed Bobby Ray Wilkins.. I hope you are proud of yourself. JR: Oh.. I am. DD: Bastard. JR: Brady lifting BRW back to his feet.. irish whip.. BRW slowly into the ropes.. on the return.. kitchen si-, BRW rolls past with a show of rather excellent agility! Brady turning around! DD: BRW is back!! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! JR: BRW backing the Oklahoma native into the ropes.. backing up now and he's just measuring Brady up for a big blow it seems!! [Brady is backed into the ropes as BRW lines up for the kill.. BRW lunges forward with a MONSTER overhand right..] [POP!!!] JR: BRADY DUCKED THE HUGE RIGHT!! HE'S GOT HIM HOOKED AND LIFTED!!!!!!!!! [Up and over the top rope goes BRW.. ..barrelling towards the floor.. TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [HUGE POP!!!!] DD: HOLY SHEEIT! JR: HOLY SHEEIT IS RIGHT!!! BRADY WITH A HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX ON BRW SENT THE TEXAN FROM THE RING RIGHT TO THE CEMENT BELOW!! AND BRW LANDED SQUARE ON HIS BACK WITH A SICK SPLAT!! [A small but trusty "G-I-W! G-I-W!" chant starts up as Brady smiles at the carnage below him.. Francois ready to make the call but Brady calls him off.] DD: At least Brady is gonna be a man about it! I thought he'd have BRW counted out like the sisy Brady is! JR: Sissies don't head and arm suplex people to their doom. DD: Wanna bet, nancy boy? JR: Blow me Dirk. DD: No time for love Doctor Jones! JR: [sighs] DD: Sorry man, we got a job to do. JR: You bastard.. gah! BRW slowly getting back to his hands and knees on the floor as Brady finally deciding to climb onto the apron and to the floor below. [Comedy Pop!] JR: Jeez! Am I seeing this right?! [Yes.. you are. BRW noticed Brady coming out to get him and has started to climb under the ring to get away.. but Brady caught him by the ankles and is starting to drage BRW out from under the ring.] DD: Damnit.. BRW was getting out a table.. 'cause he is HARDCORE LIKE SABU!! JR: Is he Technical like Malenko? DD: Damn straight he is. [While we all share in a hearty group laugh.. Brady has finally dug BRW fully out from under the ring.. little does Brady know that BRW is holding something in both of his hands.] JR: BRW with a kangaroo kick sends Brady backing up a few feet as the Texan rises to his feet.. and he's got a Stop Sign in his hands?! DD: Yes!! Come get some Russ Brady! [THUNK!!!!!!!] [POP!!!!!!!!!] JR: And a huge Stop Sign shot to the skull didn't even stagger the big man!! [THUNK!!!!!!!] [THUNK!!!!!!!] [THUNK!!!!!!!] [THUNK!!!!!!!] JR: And four more shots and FINALLY Brady falls to the concrete! DD: And he's busted open too, this is starting to rule man!! Absolutely rule! [BRW raises the sign to the air with a self-gratuitious look on his face.. which unleashes a wicked heel pop!!] JR: What an arrogant little women. DD: Watch what you say about the future champ of this company! JR: Oh lord.. what a horrible day that would be in the Grand Isle. DD: Glorious! Absolutely glorious day! JR: Stop mocking me. DD: I'm not. JR: Wilkins lifting Brady back to his feet.. blood starting to trickle down the forehead of Russ Brady as he's flung back into the ring.. BRW following quickly.. hook of the leg! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!! [POP!!] DD: Getting real close now Jake! It's only a matter of time before BRW advances in this tournament over this Texan reject. JR: In your opinion.. in mine, this is far from over Dirk. DD: Yeah, but you're an idiot.. so who cares what you think. JR: Wow.. thanks for the encouragement, partner. DD: No problem.. I'm always there with a helping hand. JR: [sighs] BRW back to his feet and lifts Brady up as well.. Wilkins getting behind Brady side rear waistlock.. BRW lifting.. [Thud!!] DD: Big belly to back suplex bounces Brady hard off the mat!! And look at Wilkins!! He's not through! [That's right.. this crazy SOB is walking over towards the turnbuckle.. motioning to the booing fans that he's gonna scale the top.. which he starts to do.] DD: Oh man.. if he hits this.. it's all over Jake, nobody gets up from the legendary Bobby Ray Wilkins top rope arsenal! JR: Um, riiight. I don't think I've ever seen him scale the top rope. DD: It's his secret weapon.. he's a mastermind. JR: I bet.. no matter.. BRW is now perched on the top turnbuckle but brady has made his way to his knees.. but I'm not sure Brady has a clue where BRW actually is.. DD: Of course he doesn't! JR: Brady back to his feet and very wobbly as he looks around the ring for Wilkins.. finally turning to face as Wilkins jumps.. [THUD!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: DOUBLE AXEHANDLE!!! OLD SCHOOL BABY!! HE DROPPED BRADY LIKE A ROCK!!! JR: and he hooks the leg!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG RELIEF POP!!!!!!!!!] DD: DAMNIT!! SO CLOSE!! JR: Very close call for Russ Brady right there as BRW just slams his hand to the mat in frustration.. I'm sure he thought he had the victory right there. DD: Wouldn't you?! He hit the vaunted and deadly top rope double axehandle.. that move is LETHAL! JR: No doubt it is. DD: [shrugs] Perhaps. JR: BRW back to his feet.. just stalking a circle around Brady who has rolled onto his face and is trying desperately to get to his hands and knees.. fighting to said position now.. [BOOOOOOO!!] DD: Yes!! BRW is signalling for THE LARIAT!! If he hits his vicious Texan lariat.. it's ALL OVER!! JR: That it is.. you know Texans and their love for the dangerous lariat.. and BRW is no exception. DD: Damn straight. JR: Brady back to his feet now as BRW stalks behind him waiting for the right moment to uncork that lariat.. Brady turning to face.. Wilkins with THE LA-, ducked by Brady! [Pop!] Rear waistlock!! [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: GERMAN SUPLEX AND THE BRIDGE BY BRADY!! OUT OF NOWHERE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE-SHOULDER UP!!! [Disappointment Pop!!] DD: [Eddie Vedder impers.] OHHH I UH-UH I'M STILL ALIVE YEAH!!!!!! JR: Holy christ.. don't EVER do that again Dirk, please. DD: Hehe, sorry. Got a little carried away after the great kickout by one Bobby Ray Wilkins. JR: I noticed. Fans.. you may hate BRW.. but he's showing us a lot tonight with his resiliency.. and Brady just the same. Two warriors.. neither willing to give up their dreams of winning the GIW Heavyweight title! DD: Blah blah.. BRW is trying to wind Brady down.. lull him in for the big fall. JR: Per- [The camera.. the fans.. everybody focuses now on the entranceway.. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: What the hell is he doing back out here?! [Yep. "Bad Eye" McBaine has parted the curtain.. bat in hand.. as he starts his slow yet deadly and purposeful walk towards the ring.. fans booing and even throwing empyt containers and the such at him.. McBaine never flinching, not even once.] JR: Where does this guy get off?! DD: Probably at home. JR: Oh man.. that's just.. wrong. [Brady notices the man walking towards the ring.. walking to that side of the ring.. just eyeing McBaine down who continues the slow walk.. bat resting at his side.] JR: Brady isn't afraid of this lunatic! Russ Brady has seen far worse in his life! DD: That's for sure.. he's from Oklahoma.. the fourth ring of Hell. JR: We know McBaine is agitated at Brady for what he stopped on Christmas Eve.. but this is ridiculous.. he's gotten himself involved in both title tournament matches tonight.. absolutely uncalled for. DD: He hasn't done sheeit yet here Jake. JR: Brady just eyeballing McBaine gravely.. [Everybody is so focused on McBaine.. that nobody notcied BRW coming up from behind Brady.] DD: ROLL-UP!!! ROL-UP BY BRW!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JR: NO! NO! FRANCOIS IS SHOOTING UP TWO FINGERS!! [POP!!] JR: BRADY KICKED OUT!! DD: BULLSHEEIT!! FRANCOIS IS A CHEATER!! [Needless to say.. that woke Brady up who springs right back to his feet along with BRW.. they converge in the middle of the ringas McBaine gets to the ring.. just standing outside watching..] [POP!!] JR: Here they go!! Punch for punch! Left by Brady! Left by Wilkins! Right! Right! Left! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! And now Brady is taking control with brutalizing right hands! He's got BRW backed into the ropes! Irish whip, reversed by BRW.. Brady off the far- [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: HELL YES!!!!!!!!! JR: DAMN HIM!! MCBAINE JUST WASTED BRADY RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH THAT BAT!! BRADY JUST DROPPED TO THE MAT LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!! THIS IS NO WAY TO LOSE A DREAM!! BRW IS LAUGHING AND DRAGS BRADY TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! NO! DAMNIT NO!! THE HOOK OF THE LEG!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SUPER HUGE POP!!!!!!!!] DD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JR: YES! YES! BRADY KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!! WILKINS IS BESIDE HIMSELF!! HE'S ABSOLUTELY LIVID!! [That's right.. BRW is back to his feet screaming at the ref at the farside of the ring opposite of McBaine who stands there motionless.] JR: Damn that man! He'll get his damnit.. he'll get his! DD: Never Jake, McBaine is a God and a legend! JR: He may be a legend.. but legends can fall just like the rest of us! DD: Nah! JR: BRW is just screaming for Brady to get back to his feet.. you gotta believe he's gonna go for the Lariat and end this here and now.. DD: You are damn right Jake! Go for broke right here! [BRW stands with his back on the far ropes.. just waiting for Brady to rise to his feet.. who is to his hands and knees as we speak. With that.. MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!] DD: OH SHEEIT!!! JR: THROUGH THE CROWD BEHIND WILKINS!! IT'S DOYLE WOODALL!! DD: DAMNIT BOBBY RAY!! TURN AROUND!! JR: WILKINS DOESN'T SEE WOODALL WHO JUST HOPPED THE GUARDRAIL AND IS STANDING DIRECTLY BEHIND AND BELOW BRW ON THE FLOOR!! BRADY IS UP!! BRW LAS-, [THUD!!!] WOODALL TRIPPED WILKINS UP!! DD: SONOFABITCH!! [With that.. BRW gets up and looks behind him.. his face completely flushing full of anger as Woodall just grins at him from the floor below.. Woodall points for BRW to turn around..] JR: WILKINS TURNING TO FACE!! KICK TO THE GUT BY BRADY!! STANDING HEADSCISSORS AND LIFT!! [TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] JR: THE REDNECK!! THE REDNECK!! BRADY COVERS!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!] [SUPER HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: HE DID IT!! BRADY BEAT WILKINS!! DD: SONOFABITCH!! [bleep] [bleep]!! AH: LADIES AN' GENTLEMEN.. THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.. RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!] JR: And here comes McBaine!! And Woodall from the opposite side!! [McBaine makes a b-line for Brady.. but gets cut-off by Woodall.. as the crowd pops huge for this showdown!] JR: WOODALL AND MCBAINE!! THEY GO AT IT IN THE SEMI-FINALS TWO WEEKS FROM TONIGHT!! BUT TONIGHT THEY ARE LOCKED IN A VICIOUS STAREDOWN!! DD: Knock his teeth out McBaine!! [SUPER POP!!!!!!!!] JR: And look who's running with purpose down to ringside!! IT'S LEVITICUS NELSON!!! [That's right.. Nelson's massive frame lumbers down to the ring and climbs into the ring behind McBaine unnoticed. Woodall points to his chin.. daring McBaine to hit him with the bat..] JR: McBaine pulls back to swing!! [POP!!!!!] But Nelson grabs the bat!! McBaine turns around!! DD: SHEEIT!!! [THUD!!!!!!!!!] JR: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM BY WODDALL AND NELSON PUTS MCBAINE ON THE MAT!!! YES BABY!! YES!! DD: Where is his help?! Come on out troops!! JR: What troops?! DD: Beats me!! I can pray!! [Meanwhile, Brady is back to his feet and watching the carnage before him.. the bat which McBaine had has rolled clear across the ring.. right in front of the only other man in the ring.. one Bobby Ray Wilkins.. who is to his hands and knees.. clutching the bat.] DD: Go get yourself some moron Bobby Ray! JR: He's a dead man. DD: Get em!! JR: Bobby Ray back up and charges with the bat! [POP!!] JR: But Brady from the side just ripped it straight out of the Violator's hands!! DD: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Foiled again!! JR: And look at BRW!! [All three men.. Brady, Woodall, and Nelson eye BRW who slowly backpedals into the corner.. dropping into a seated position.. hands outstretched and pleading for mercy as the three close in.] DD: give him mercy! JR: Mercy my ass! Torch his ass! DD: Jake?! JR: Only fair! ["WHIP HIS ASS! WHIP HIS ASS!"] ["WHIP HIS ASS! WHIP HIS ASS!"] ["WHIP HIS ASS! WHIP HIS ASS!"] ["WHIP HIS ASS! WHIP HIS ASS!"] ["WHIP HIS ASS! WHIP HIS ASS!"] JR: Do it guys!! DD: Hey Jake, look who's back up! [McBaine is.. but he's without his trusty bat. He slowly stalks behind the three.. digging into the pockets of his jeans all the while. And with that.. BRW points past them.. all three turning their heads.. PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!] DD: HOLY SHEEIT YES!!! POWDER!! IT'S OLD SCHOOL NIGHT!! MCBAINE HAS BLINDED ALL THREE MEN WITH THE AGELESS TRICK OF POWDER!! [THUD!!!! HEEL POP!!!] JR: SICK!! THIS IS SICK!! BRW WITH THE LARIAT TO THE BACK OF WOODALL'S SKULL!! [THUD!!!! HEEL POP!!!] DD: AND DOWN GOES NELSON BY A BIG MAFIA KICK FROM MCBAINE!! [THUD!!!! HEEL POP!!!] JR: GODDAMN!! AND ANOTHER BRW LARIAT SENDS BRADY TO THE MAT!! AND NOW THESE TWO ARE STOMPING THE HEEL OUT OF ALL THREE MEN!! THIS IS SICK!! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SICK!! DD: THIS RULES JAKE!! GODDAMN RULES!! [The duo of madness stomp away like mad, primarily on Woodall and Nelson.. as the fans start to rain down on the ring with half full cups of Coke.. and various other objects.] JR: These fans have lost it! They are beside themselves! And I can't blame them, not one bit! DD: I do.. these people are retarded, we aren't in Cleveland! This isn't football! JR: No, because that sport has rules against nonsense like this! DD: Blah blah! Who cares?! Look at what McBaine and Wilkins are doing! [McBaine leans over and picks up his bat to a MAJOR HEEL POP!! before motioning to BRW to pick somebody up.. that happens to be Woodall.] [CRACK!! BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: And down goes Woodall!! [CRACK!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: And down goes Nelson!! Lift up Brady.. bash that fool upside the skull with that bat baby!! [BRW starts to pick up Brady.. HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: RYAN FAITH!! RYAN FAITH!! HERE HE COMES DOWN THE ENTRANCEWAY CHAIR IN HAND!! HE'S SEEN ENOUGH!! HE'S GONNA TAKE THESE TWO FOOLS TO SCHOOL!! DD: SONOFABITCH!! [Faith slides in.. screaming at BRW in particular.. that chair grasped firmly with both hands.. McBaine standing in front of BRW.. bat in his hand.. smirking evilly, basically begging Faith to attack with his eyes!] DD: Faith's scraed!! JR: Faith's cautious! He'd like nothing more than to take a piece of BRW for costing him his title match last week! He'd like nothing more than to wrap that chair around his skull! [POP!!] JR: BRADY IS BACK TO HIS FEET!! THE ODDS ARE EVEN!! [And with that Faith starts to charge McBaine.. but turns abruptly.. CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!] [HOLY SHIT SHOCKED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!] JR: DAMNIT, NO!! RYAN FAITH JUST WASTED BRADY ACROSS THE FACE WITH THAT CHAIR!! GODDAMN RYAN FAITH!! WHY?! DD: BECAUSE HE'S THE GODDAMN MAN BABY!!! RYAN FAITH IS GOD!!!!!! [McBaine and BRW start to immediately go back to kicking away at Nelson and Woodall as the fans now throw more and more shit in the ring.. security barely holding them back. Faith.. who now is wild-eyed and looks like a man possessed.. drops the chair on the mat and picks up Brady.] JR: DON'T DO IT RYAN!! DON'T DO IT!! YOU'VE GOT A BRIGHT FUTURE, DON'T RUIN IT LIKE THIS!! DD: Ruin what?! He's MAKING a future right here, RIGHT NOW!! JR: GODDAMN IT! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK STANDING HEADSCISSORS!! DON'T DO IT RYAN!! [He lifts Brady up.. CCCCCCRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! BIGGEST HEEL POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: THAT SONOFABITCH!! TEST OF FAITH!! THAT DESTRUCTIVE TIGER DRIVER '91 RIGHT ONTO THAT CHAIR!! THIS KID IS SICK!! I FEEL SICK AS A DOG!! DD: THIS IS THE GREATEST NIGHT IN OUR SHORT HISTORY!! [Faith gets up and smiles devilishly as the mat.. THUDS!!] JR: JESUS CHRIST!! BLIND VALLEY DRIVER BY MCBAINE TO WOODALL!! [And finally.. THWACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: THE LARIAT TO NELSON!! ALL THREE OF YOUR HEROS ARE OUT COLD!! LONG LIVE DESTRUCTION OF ALL THAT IS GOOD!! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!!! YES!!! JR: THIS IS HORRIBLE!! WHO CAN STOP THE PATH OF DESTRUCTION?! WHO CAN STOP MCBAINE, FAITH, AND WILKINS!! WE ARE OUT OF TIME, OH LORD ARE WE IN TROUBLE!! [The camera fades out to the trio of Ryan Faith, "Bad Eye" McBaine, and "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins standing over their fallen adversaries.. the shit hitting the fan as the crowd throws everything they got.. as we finally fade to black.] |
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