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Brawlin' of the Dock of the Bay '02; First GIW Supercard
Topic Started: Apr 20 2008, 10:55 PM (823 Views)
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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, Louisiana's local wrestling company.. Grand Isle
Wrestling!! A special THREE HOUR edition of jam-packed southern style wrestling at it's finest!
Only here.. on channel Sixty-Eight!

[And with that the camera fades out.. and then the camera slowly opens to a chilling, chilling
image. The face of Bobby Joe DeFay, as he sit, alone, on a chair inside a small, somewhat dark
room. He slowly begins to tremble with anger, as he looks down, gritting his teeth, before
looking back up...his chin slowly quivering. We see DeFay, but he can only see...part of us....
the other part is covered with a bandage, nearly covering half of his face. DeFay takes his
right hand to the bandage, and slowly shakes his hand, before he removes his hand.]

DeFay: I sat in tha god damn hospital...for three days. Every other minute it seemed, another
wave o' doctors came into my room, poking, prodding away at my face. I couldn't feel anything-
hoped up on drugs. I could barely see them...

Seems I wasn't prepared to only see out of one eye...

[DeFay begins to slowly lose control of his emotions.]

DeFay: You sick son of a _bitch_! What did I ever do to you?! _Me_, what did _I_ do?! I didn't
lay a god damn finger on you, you sick, heartless prick. Do you think this is retribution? Do
you think that making another suffer the pain _you've_ suffered, somehow makes it all better? A
f[BLEEP!]in' _eye_...this isn't a business anymore McBaine...what you did...

[DeFay begins to come overwhelmed with emotion, as a trail of tears begins to come down his
face, only over one side.]

DeFay: What you did was...it was inexcusable...what you did...so help me God McBaine...so help
me f[BLEEP!]in' God...I'm a business man, I got Leviticus out of jail...to make money, I'll
never deny that. But you...you sick piece of s[BLEEP!]...I...I...

[Slowly, a hand forms over DeFay's shoulder, and makes a side to side motion, as DeFay bites
down on a finger drawn to his mouth. Out of the shadows, he walks forth. He slowly pats DeFay
on the shoulder, before he drop to one knee, just over DeFay's shoulder. His hair is pulled
back, his eyes, dark as night, glare into the camera.]

Nelson: It's ok Bobby...It's ok...

[DeFay just nods, as he continues to attempt to control his emotions, clearly overwhelmed.]

Nelson: McBaine, was that supposed to make me sleep less at night? Was beating up a man a third
of your size, and possibly taking the sight from one eye away from him...your plan to "get" to
me? Is that what you're doing now McBaine? Have you gotten _that_ desperate? Have you drawn
yourself into the corner of darkness, and realized the only way to see the light...is to attack
a man that's got nothing to do with _us_?

McBaine...you disappoint me...in many ways.

[Nelson pats DeFay over the shoulder yet again.]

Nelson: There _I_ was McBaine, all seven foot of me...all four hundred pounds of me...but yet,
what did _you_ do? You attacked a weak, weak man. A man that's never showed aggression or
anger, and why? Well, I think we know why McBaine, don't we? You attacked him, because that
gave you the precious ego boost you needed. After you tasted concrete the week before, you
questioned yourself. The aura of invincibility was gone, wasn't it McBaine? You weren't the
spooky man with an eye patch...

You were just another human being...and you couldn't accept that.

You never have been able to, McBaine, because you're forever bitter. A patch over your eye, has
_made_ who you are. It's never been about accomplishments, nor about proving something to
anyone...just about an eye patch over a damaged eye. Well guess what McBaine?

I'd gladly lose an eye...

To piss on your grave.

[Nelson slowly stands up, the giant walking in front of DeFay, as he stands directly in front
of the camera.]

Nelson: For years you've talked about stories and dreams. For years you've hidden behind the
shadows and crept up from behind. You did so, because when it came down to it...you wanted to
become something you never were. You wanted to become the reaper of souls that haunts everyone
at night. You wanted to become some sort of mythical legend that people talked about years
after you sulked back into shadows. But to do that...you've needed to pray on the fears of
others, and create an aura of evil...

You failed.

When I took you...and drove your face into the concrete...I drove something else into the
ground...I drove who you were into the cold concrete. I took what you tried to create...and I
left it laying flat on the ground, inside of you. Much like a desperate man...you attacked an
innocent...to get that feeling back...

You failed.

[Nelson slowly raises his arms to his side, showing his massive wingspan.]

Nelson: I've never lost sleep over you...I've never listened to your stories of fear and
pain...and I've never checked the shadows for you McBaine. It'll all come to an end McBaine...
inside a ring constructed of barbed wire. Maybe then you can use the barbed wire to take out my
eye, would that add another story to tell? Maybe then you can attack a fan, or maybe someone
walking around the bar...will that bring you retribution? Or maybe...

It'll be your end McBaine.

[Nelson nods slowly, his arms still outstretched.]

Nelson: It's time to come home McBaine, it's time to come back to reality. You're a frail man
that's lived a life full of anger and pain...and you've attempted to mask it inside the screams
of agony from others. You're a man that's attempted to live a story, inside a story...to tell a
story...and that won't stop this time...

Because you've got a story to tell...

With an ending that I create...

[Nelson closes his eyes.]

Nelson: Of the night the bad man...

_Died_.

[The camera fades, with Nelson keeping his eyes closed...slowly forming a smirk.]

[The scene remain black as we hear the distinct sound of the tide waters crashing onto the
beach.. you know.. that sorta distinct "Whoooooosh".. which soon is followed by the opening of
"(Sittin') On The Dock Of The Bay" by Otis Redding.. as we cut to a shaky handheld version of
"Bad Eye" McBaine and Leviticus Nelson falling from a bed of a truck and through the windshield
of a nearby car.]

#Sittin in the morning sun,#
#I`ll be sittin' when the evening come,#
#Watching the ships roll in#,
#And I'll watch 'em roll away again, yeah,#

[The camera cuts to the big Royal Rumble.. as various men are brawling in the ring.. then
cutting to City Jack lifting up the Television title as the fans are all on their feet.]

#I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay,#
#Watching the tide roll away, ouh,#
#I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay,#
#Wasting time.#

[Clips of Roxie and Angie rolling around on the outside.. and then a clip of Shane Destiny
dropping Jaime Roth square on his head unexpectedly! Robert Kellan and Lucas McCall brawling
around ringside..]

#I left my home in Georgia,#
#Headed for the Frisco bay#
#I have nothing to live for,#
#Look like nothings gonna come my way,#

[A quick clip of "Dirty" Doyle Woodall walking down to the ring.. a big cigar clenched between
his teeth.. followed by a clip of "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins pulling down the bottom rope as
Woodall flips over and to the floor.. followed by a quick clip of Woodall powerbombing BRW in
the center of the ring.]

#So I'm just go sit on the dock of the bay#
#Watching the tide roll away,#
#I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay,#
#Wasting time.#

[Clips of Kendrick Lane cutting a promo as the fans boo.. then a clip of Reggie Calhoun
blasting City Jack in the throat with the clipboard. Jake Cutler and Harisoto Mashima
counterwrestling and taking it to the mat.. followed by a clip of Ryan Faith hitting the Test
of Faith on Russ Brady onto a chair.. and then a quick clip of Russ Brady hitting the Redneck
on Bobby Ray Wilkins.]

#Look like nothings gonna change,#
#Everything still remain the same,#
#I can't do what ten people tell me to do,#
#So I guess I'll remain the same, yes,#

[Flashes of the faces of Jake Cutler.. Harisoto Mashima.. Robert Kellan.. Lucas McCall.. Shane
Destiny.. and Jaime Roth..]

#Sittin' here resting my bones,#
#And this loneliness won't leave me alone, yes,#
#Two thousand miles I roam#
#Just to make this dock my home#

[Flashes of the faces of Russ Brady.. Ryan Faith.. Reggie Calhoun.. Kendrick Lane.. City Jack..
Dave Bryant.. Bobby Ray Wilkins.. and Doyle Woodall..

#Now I'm just go sit at the dock of the bay#
#Watching the tide roll away, ooh#
#Sittin' on the dock of the bay#
#Wasting time.#

[And then the stills of two faces.. staring right at each other.. on the left side.. the face
of one "Bad Eye" McBaine.. and on the right.. and glaring, icy stare of "Leviticus Nelson.. as
the music starts to die as big bold yellow lettering lines the center of the screen..]


GRAND ISLE WRESTLING PRESENTS.. BRAWLIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY!
March 10th, 2002


[With that.. the music completely dies as the camera fades in to a jam packed Sand Dollar
Marina!! And only one thing can be heard.. chanting throughout the marina..


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"


"G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]

[The crowd continues to chant as the camera swivels around from an upper level fixed position..
looking down at the ring and around the marina.. the fans are packed to the brim tonight..
standing room only behind the back rows.. shit, we may have 200-250 people in the house
tonight. The camera tilts up to show the open air dome and the dark night's sky.. as moths
swarm in masses around the two main overhead lights fixed above the ring.. the camera then
tilting back down.]

[It starts to zoom towards the ring.. the apron flaps on the side read "BRAWLIN'" in red
lettering on black.. the mat itself your basic light blue.. plain looking right now, but we are
sure to see it stained red by the end of the night. And in the ring stand our lovable
broadcast team of Jacob Rodgers and Dirk Davidson.]

[Rodgers is decked out tonight in a black slacks and a black sports jacket.. white dress shirt
underneath.. his black dress shoes presenting a shiny glare off the camera. Dirk Davidson, on
the other hand, sports a pair of blue jeans and a brown sports jacket with a black T-shirt
underneath, true class at it's finest. Rodgers smiles to the camera.. raising a microphone to
his lips.]

JR: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE GRAND ISLE.. WELCOME TO GRAND ILSE WRESTLING.. AND WELCOME TO..


BRAWLIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY!!!!!!!!!!


[MONSTER POP!!]


JR: I'm Jacob Rodgers and alongside me as always is-

[The crowd rips into a vicious heel pop as Dirk puts his hand over the microphone of Rodgers,
effectively cutting him off.. then produces a microphone of his own. Dirk smiles cockily.]

DD: No need for an introduction.. my fans here in the Grand Isle know who I am!

[Rodgers sighs.]

JR: Interesting. Nevertheless.. tonight is the night! Ever since December 1st.. two thousand
and one.. we've crawled onto the independent wrestling scene and cemented our lock in this
industry.. and it's all led up to tonight! [Pop!] Tonight.. we crown our first _ever_
Heavyweight Champion!


[Big time pop!]


DD: And kids.. don't be too goddamn disappointed when "Bad Eye" McBaine.. the legend himself..
takes home the prize! [Boo!] Boo all you want.. but there has not been a more vile or
destructive man in this company since day one than McBaine.. and tonight.. he takes the
Heavyweight title.. and this company.. hostage!

JR: But to do that.. he's going to have to take on the biggest.. baddest.. and easily the
angriest sonofabitch in this company in Leviticus Nelson! [Major Pop!] And not just in your run
of the mill match.. no, no.. these ropes.. they are going to be replaced.. with barbed wire!
[Big hardcore pop!]

DD: McBaine has fought in these types of matches before.. and he's come out on top!

JR: My money is on Nelson.. if not just to bury McBaine.. he's going to do it for Bobby Joe
DeFay.. his handler.. and the man who may have lost complete eyesight due to a heinous, sick
attack two weeks ago at the hands of McBaine himself!

DD: Goddamn, that was sooooooooo sweet!

JR: [sighs] And besides our huge main event.. we have five other _big_ matches signed for
tonight.. as we shall see "Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins [Boo!] finally have to face the man he's
cheated and screwed over time and time again in "Dirty" Doyle Woodall [Pop!].. and they'll face
off in a West Texas Death Match! [Big pop!]

DD: Poor Bobby Ray.. I really liked that kid.

JR: You don't think he's got what it takes to beat Doyle Woodall?

DD: I may be biased.. but I'm not stupid.. BRW has bitten off far more than he can chew tonight
I'm afraid.

JR: He very well may have.

DD: Then again, who knows what BRW may have under his sleeves.

JR: True.. true. And then the Television Title will be on the line in a triple threat match!
[Big Pop!] "Classy" Kendrick Lane [Booo!] and Reggie Calhoun [Booo!] will try to dethrone the
big man from Kentucky and perennial fan favorite.. City Jack!


[Monster Pop!]


DD: What the hell do you morons see in this man?! Oh.. wait! I got it.. fat people love fat
people! [Boooo!] Likeness in image!

JR: Pleasant.. real pleasant, Dirk.

DD: I'm not paid to waddle past the truth, screw that.

JR: Regardless, City Jack is easily going to be put to his toughest task to date.. as both men,
Calhoun and Lane, have a lot to prove and really nothing to lose tonight.. but everything to
gain.

DD: That's right! City Jack has his back against the wall.. and tonight.. he's gonna lose some
weight! Weight in gold! [Booo!]

JR: We will see the youthful upstart upstart Ryan Faith [Heel Pop!] take on the man he turned
his back on.. the big man from Oklahoma.. Russ Brady! [Big Pop!]

DD: Ryan Faith is gonna wipe the mat with Brady's blood tonight! All my money is riding high on
the young crazy bastard Ryan Faith.. as he takes one more step up that giant ladder of success!

JR: Our line-up is littered with intriguing match-ups, but to me, this match is probably the
hardest to call. Both men are amazing performers.. both men are tough as nails.. and both men
want it bad.

DD: Want what bad? Your mother?!

JR: [sighs] No.. the match.

DD: Oh, well, that's a given.

JR: The hatred between wrestler to wrestler and valet to valet comes to a head tonight as
"Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny collides head-on with Jaime Roth!

DD: Who cares about Destiny and Roth?! Who out there wants to see some bouncin' titties!


[Big time pop!]


DD: Exactly. Bring on the girls!

JR: Angie and Roxie will be at ringside, and anytime those two are near each other, who knows
what may happen. And this match obviously is huge for both Destiny and Roth on a professional
_and_ personal level as I'm sure neither of them wants to go home a loser.. especially in the
eys of their mate.

DD: Couldn't have said it better myself.. then again..

[Rodgers just scowls at Davidson who lets out a smile. Jake continuing..]

JR: And we'll kick it off tonight with a big tag team contest.. pitting bitter rivals on
opposite ends.. and pitting a rematch of sorts from two weeks ago on opposite ends as well.. as
we'll see the team of Robert Kellan and Harisoto Mashima collide against Lucas McCall and
"Razorblade" Jake Cutler!

DD: McCall is the man! There aren't many class acts in this world.. but Lucas McCall sure is
one of them.

JR: You've got to be kidding me?!

DD: Not at all.. and with Jake Cutler on his side.. it's going to be tap out time for Mashima
and Kellan.

JR: I tend to disagree.. Mashima has some redemption at his hands to be had stemming from two
weeks ago.. and we all know Robert Kellan has some heated unfinished business to take care of
with Lucas McCall..

DD: True enough..

JR: Plus many more questions hopefully will be answered tonight.. as we've gotten word that
"The Doctor of Love" Dave Bryant is in the house! [Booooooooo!!]

[Rodgers nods with the crowds disapproval as Davidson scoffs.]

DD: You people are just pissed the doctor gave your wives a personal "examination".


[Heel Pop! as Davidson laughs it up.]


JR: And the man that has been shown at the last two shows.. in that drab hotel room.. he's
proclaimed that tonight is the night of his arrival.. who is it? Will he even show at all?

DD: Oh.. I have a good feeling he will.

JR: But now.. let's take you to some comments recorded moments ago from Lucas McCall.

[Fade into a shot of outside the Sand Dollar Marina. Sitting on the wooden overpass underneath
which sits water is GIW's resident cheater, Lucas McCall. McCall sits staring out over the
water with a 'Die 'Toine Die' shirt on, black jogging pants and black shitkickers. McCall
speaks in his heavily tainted Boston accent.]

LM: Otis Redahing was a fahgot.

[Gasp. Did he just call the great Otis Redding a fag? Shame on you, Lucas.]

LM: Ah was alwahs a Mahvin Gaye fan, mahself. Too bad his pops shot him in his dome. All good
things must come to ahn end, 'eh?

[McCall shakes his head before speaking again.]

LM: It'll happen again tonight. Robaht Kellan will be stopped from beatin' that hot piece o'
ass he calls a wife and I'll take his manhood away in fahont o' the entiah wahld.

[Lucas nods. Exciting guy, isn't he?]

LM: No mattah if I have to team with Bahzilian guy oah go against you and that slope, Robaht.
Ah'm goin' to kick yah in the balls a hundred times then push you ovah and piss on ya' fallen
body and take ya' bitch away from you, roidstah.

[McCall grabs a nearby rock and throws it at the water, watching it skip once then fall under.]

LM: Looks a littla like mah careeah so fah. One good step then anothah backwahds. I got mah
ass handed to me by the tubster last time but hey, shit happens. Ah mean, hey, Robaht Kellan
was born, nothin' else can be as hoahbile as that, can it?

[McCall shudders at the thought. How frightening.]

LM: Cutlah, you stay out o' my way and take care o' yah little rice cake eatin', slant-eyed
enemah and I'll worry about the wife beatah. I figure if we can work half well togetha we
should be able ta' win. You figuh a Texan, who bahely speaks English in his own right and a
yella' skinned fella' can't really speak to one anotha'. Ya' got me?

[He's criticizing others use of the English language? Interesting.]

LM: Mah point is easy, Kellan, I'm goin' to kick yah ass, Mashimamamahlr ah howeva' you say dat
shit, I could cahe less 'bout ya', I'm sha my tan-skinned friend will take cahe of you. Have
fun, retahds. See ya'.

[Fade out.. and fade back to the commentator Rodgers and Davidson who have taken up their seats
at ringside.]

DD: Hmm, I'm not sure. Otis Redding was a pimpdaddy.. but I do hope he stops Robert Kellan
once and for all.. so that beautiful wife of his doesn't get another black eye.

JR: Good lord! Let's see what Robert Kellan had to say about tonight.

[And he's pacing. He is pacing and he looks none too pleased. No sir, Robert Kellan isn't in
a good mood. The big man paces back and forth in his locker room, his nostrils flaring, his
head shaking, his fists clenching and unclenching. Dressed in his ring gear, a plain grey GIW
T-shirt over top, the Ohio-ite turned Texan brushes a hand through his short brown hair,
flustered and angry no doubt.

Sitting on a bench, looking on in concern is his ever so lovely wife, Lydia. The cinnamon
haired beauty sits back, following her husbands pacing with a sympathetic look. She is
dressed in a hip hugging jeans and a long leather jacket over top a v neck shirt.]

LK: Come on hon', relax. Just sit down and take a break. Being all angry for nothing isn't
going to help things.

[Stopping in his tracks he turns his head towards her, a look almost condescending etched upon
his stern visage.]

RK: For nothing? For... nothing? That sonofabitch lied to me even after I told him NOT to
talk to you, not to even come _near_ you and I ain't supposed to mad. I told him...I
[BLEEP]ING told him! Stupid sonuva...

[Trailing off, Kellan gets a look of dejection as he realizes the tone he was taking. Letting
out a deep sigh he sits on the bench beside his wife, Lydia wrapping her arms around his thick
frame. His head bowed, he wipes his hands over his face.]

LK: Listen Rob, you're being over protective. Lucas is actually a pretty nice guy, you just
got to get to know him. He hasn't done anything bad to us. He hasn't tried to hurt us. Heck
hon', he's better then most of the creeps around here. Besides, I can protect myself.

[She grins, trying to force one out of Kellan, a grin that just doesn't come. He sits up,
facing he wife, his look still one of utter seriousness...worry?]

RK: Of course you're gonna think he's a nice guy. But you don't hear the stuff he says behind
your back. I don't need some [BLEEP]hole like that hanging around Bobby and I could only
imagine what the jackass would try with you. I am telling you Lydia, he's a no good piece of
[BLEEP]. Stay away from him. I don't care _if_ he is being nice. I don't care _if_ you think
he's a nice guy.

No talking to him. No going near him. Nothing, got that?

[Lydia sits up, a look of "Oh, so you're my boss now" on her face. You know the look guys.
The kind that you get right before you find out you're sleeping on the couch. That kind of
look. Needless to say Robert hates sleeping on the couch and sees what he just did...]

RK: Sorry babe. I didn't mean to say it like that. You're a big girl, you can protect
yourself but I'm your husband, I'm supposed to be like that.

LK: Well don't go out there tonight trying to kill the guy. You're here to wrestle, to show
all of us a good time...do that. I don't want to see you getting hurt Rob. You make very
little as it is doing this, we don't need you getting hurt. Besides Bobby is going to be
watching and what do you think he'd think if you got hurt, it'd break the poor kids heart.

[Standing to his full height, the imposing figure of Robert Kellan towers over his wife, is not
in the least menacing, rather exuding an apologetic aura.]

RK: No one's getting hurt, but I'm not going to be nice to him, no favors, nothing. I am
treating McCall just like anyone else out there...well maybe not, but I'll try not to kill him
babe.

[A wink...or just to be cool DA WINK~!]

RK: Where is Bobby anyhow? I wanted to tell him to wish me luck.

LK: He's out sitting with your brother. Didn't really want him back here while we were talking
about this. He's young, impressionable Rob. He doesn't know any better. Hell, he is in awe of
Nelson and that guy scares me. I'll talk to him though Rob, tell him that Lucas is a bad guy
and stuff.

RK: Yeah...let him know the truth.

[Uh-oh, that look again.]

RK: Well I better go and get warmed up. Between that jackass McCall and this Cutler guy I'll
have my hands full. I should go talk to Mashima anyhow, make sure we're on the same page...
blah blah.

Whatever.

[Standing up, Lydia walks over to her husband, stands on her tip toes and plants a big ole wet
one...right on his cheek. Hey, there are kids watching...Wait...why did he swear? I dunno,
kids swear too nowadays. They shouldn't though, stupid kids. And they shouldn't smoke, hell
no one should....oh wait...sorry, getting off topic. Anyhow, yeah ...Lydia...Robert...kiss...
he's leaving...]

RK: Thanks.

[A purr and a smile...]

LK: Go get 'em Tiger.

[Awww, how sweet.]

[Fade.]

DD: G-A-Y gay. And talk about denial.. sheeit. Did you see all those bruises on Lydia's face
and arms?! Kelan is a poor, poor bastard.. and a wifebeater to boot!

JR: Bruises?! She looked pristine!

DD: Riiiight.

JR: Robert Kellan is probably the nicest man in our locker room, period.

DD: Niceness doesn't win wrestling matches though.

JR: Whatever. Now let's hear from the other two men in our big tag team match.. first a first
comments from Jake Cutler.. and then some comments from Harisoto Mashima!

[Outside of the Sand Dollar Arena. One of a thousand watering holes along the coastline of the
Gulf of Mexico, settled comfortably into its role as a third-stringer establishment. We see
the backlit GIW logo above the doors; pallid blue letters barely gripping onto the rusted metal
sheets that make up the building's structure.

The ground is cold and black, where it can be seen through the polluted waste that stains the
walkway. Leaning against the defiled walls is the "Razorblade" Jake Cutler. He's wearing a
sleeveless gray shirt and black denims, one booted foot hooked around the other as he steadies
himself against the building. There's the faintest smile on his face as he speaks up.]

Jake Cutler (JC): Nice to see a familiar face. You have probably been in the trenches for
quite a long time I presume, eh Mashima? What a hell of a way to make a career for yourself.

There is just something about this place, isn't there? Nobody comes through the meat-grinder
untouched. Who is to be more envied, the people who make it - or those who get pulped in the
gears?

[His lips purse a bit in consideration.]

JC: Yet here four of us stand, bound together as one to be fed to the masses like enslaved
gladiators in the Battle of Carthage for the Gee-Eyes first big supercard. It would seem that
it takes a truly reprehensible f[bleep]-up to get ahead in this business. Watching the dark
and brooding owner and his ilk makes one feel somewhat inadequate, eh?

Yet we of course swallow these spoonfuls of strife like good little infants, seeing a benchmark
to be raised instead of the personal hell and demeaning contest that we have been thrown into.

[His callous digits grind into the raw temples of his hairless scalp.]

JC: And while Harisoto, Robert, and Lucas turn the other direction as we are thrown into a
meaningless battle I for one will accept my subordinate role and fade into obscurity with all
the other worthless personnel of this godforsaken place.

[There's a long, awkward pause.]

JC: At least that is what the big-bad, mysterious president was hoping for. Unfortunately the
Razorblade plays by his own set of rules as far as I am concerned.

Because the meaning of Hard-core no longer has anything to do with physical punishment.

Now...

[A quick, scornful snort.]

...now it is a measure of how much mental torture one can absorb before they burst like a
ticking time bomb. And while your limbs may still be attached to your body by dangling cords
of muscle, and your bones, though shattered, will still be enclosed in your deteriorating
flesh...your brains will be splattered across the mat like a rotting pile of human feces.

[He leans forward, his eyes are compelling now, unblinking and shaded underneath the roof's
overhang.]

JC: And slowly, one by one, you will all begin to understand what the Razorblade is all about.
And as you throw your hearts at my feet, begging me to end your pathetic lives, I will simply
laugh.

Because I am going to burn this place to the ground starting from the bottom and working my way
up. And I will stand inside, watching all of you crumble to ashes right along with it until
the Gee-Eye is no more.

[The corner of his mouth twitches...just once.]

JC: And as you look down at the floor of hell that your worthless lives will have become and
see footprints engraved into the very foundation on which this place was built on only one name
will come to your minds.

The Razorblade...

[There's a competitive gleam in his eyes now. His gaze magnetic. His stare predatory.]

...Jake Cutler.

[Black.]

[Watching GIW Television, you'd think that the Sand Dollar Marina was an black and white,
macabre, industrial wasteland in the film noir style. Like some sort of modern-day Lovecraftian
fishery, where all the buildings are decaying and it just seems like the village's waiting for
it's time to die and become a ghost town. There are some areas that are contrastive to that
image, like the bright, clean recreational areas... and there are some areas that completely
correlate that imagery. This is one of them.]

[A dwarf of a lighthouse, white paint peeling from the stone, sits alone on a stone finger that
juts out almost a quarter of a mile into the bay, a distance down the beach from the
residential, loading, and recreation areas. A slender sand path leads from the nearby highway
to a dilapidated wooden door, huge boulders resting atop each other on both sides, almost
giving the impression of walking through a small canyon. A small wooden placard, nailed
alongside the lighthouse's door, reads "Sand Dollar Exploratorium, b.1952". On the far side of
the three-story structure, a circular clearing in the stones. From this point, we can see the
water, the horizon... and the Mashima-san. Sitting on the small cliff, knees to chest, he
speaks, attempting to be heard over the calls of gulls. ]

HM: Heh. My neck's killin' me. That was quite the suplex there, Cutler.

[He stands, brushing sand from the ass of his black slacks. He's looking very casually dapper,
maybe borderline indy rock, in some dress slacks, his Chucks, the "Blood on the Water" Mashima
GIW ringer-tee (available now from monstermash.com), a light grey jacket, and chunky black
glasses. Leaning to the left, he picks up a small, smooth, round stone, skipping it over the
water. ]

HM: Not quite the impressive debut I was hoping for, but I have a chance to redeem myself.
Tonight, in about two hours, as a matter of fact, I'll partner up with a man I've never met to
fight Cutler again, only time, he'll have backup, in the form of McCall. Kellan, I have to say,
I'm kinda' dubious about this. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you're a hell of a guy, but it just
seems to me that your name is built on your wife's chest. Whether or not that's true, I'm
hoping that you're coming into this with the intention of bringing as much as I can promise you
I will. Because I don't take kindly to losing. And Cutler's arms around my neck, bridging into
that pin, has stuck in my craw all week long.

When I watch the show on tape, later, and see Cutler mocking me, it'll just compound that
feeling. Whether or not you come into this thing looking to compete, Kellan, I'm looking to
kick some ass tonight. And if I have to go through McCall to do it, so be it. Cutler, you took
me for the 3 last week. But I'm tenacious. And I'm not gonna' stop, I'm gonna' keep going with
this, until you're the next victim of the F.A.D.

[ Mash glances at his watch, turns on his heel, and walks the path towards the docks... ]

HM: Tonight, Cutler, come McCall, come Kellan, come 100 fans in the middle of a 100 degree
building, come two bulbous globes on two long legs, tonight, come Hell or high tide, it's
revenge tonight. Be ready.

[Fade back to the commentators.]

JR: All four men with some mean talk.. now it's time to see who can back it up! Let's go over
to Antonio Hervez in the ring for the official introductions to our opening match here at
Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay!!

[Cut to the everybody's favorite ring announcer.. the latino midget sex machine himself,
Antonio Hervez, who stands in the ring.. wearing a pair of blue jeans.. and a black T-shirt
that reads "I May Be Short In Stature, But I Got Size Where It Counts!". He wavers a bit which
the fans pop to.. before lifting the microphone to his mouth.]


AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our opening contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall..
with a tweenty meenute time leemit! [Pop!] Introducing first..


[It's at this time that the opening strains of "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie begins
to crawl through the speakers, filtering out over the P.A. system and kindling a small reaction
from the die-hard Jake Cutler fans that have become more like a cult then a cheering section.
The arena lights fade as the beat escalates, led by the trademark guitar riff by Rob Zombie
himself as the "Razorblade" steps lithely through the curtain.]

# I am the astro-creep #
# a demolition style hell American freak #
# I am the crawling dead #
# a phantom in a box shadow in your head #
# say acid suicide freedom of the blast #
# read the fucker lies #
# scratch off the broken skin #
# tear into my heart #
# make me do it again yeah #
# more human than human #

[The Brazilian Assassin steps forward, his head bowing down to the masses while beads of sweat
drip down from his glistening, hairless scalp. He's clad in a tattered "Ticking Time Bomb"
shirt, the sleeveless ends grip onto his broad shoulders that reveal his defined, spider veined
arms. Tight gray shorts hug his dense quadriceps, stopping halfway between his waist and
kneecap and lined with a thin black stripe that spikes down into the word, "TAPOUT" on his rear
side. A black ensemble of knee, shin, and elbow pads decorate the respectful body parts while
his hands and feet are wrapped tightly in black tape.]


AH: On his way to the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 256 pounds.. and he hails
from Rio de Janeiro.. here is..


"RAZORBLADE" JAKE CUTLER!!!!!


# I am the jigsaw man #
# I turn the world around with a skeleton hand say #
# I am electric head #
# a cannibal core #
# a television said #
# yeah #
# do not victimize #
# read the motherfucker-psychoholic lies #
# into a psychic war #
# I tear my soul apart and I eat it some more #
# more human than human #

[The crowd slightly boos as Cutler tilts his head up, his black eyes now dead set on the ring
ahead of him. The Assassin lurks down the long GIW aisle, effortlessly dragging his feet along
the at times blood stained walk way.]

# I am the ripper man #
# a locomotion mind #
# love American style #
# yeah I am the nexus one #
# I want more life #
# fucker I ain't done - yeah #
# more human than human #

[Finally the Brazilian native ascends the ring steps, raising one clenched fist into the air
before stepping over the middle rope. The fans, stillin awe if not tantalized by the body
crippler himself, begin to show somesort of reaction as they boo the mighty warrior known as
Jake Cutler as the music fades out.]


AH: And his partner..


['Protect Ya' Neck' by the Wu-Tang Clan plays as out from the back, or front, or whatever the
entrance is of this fine establishment known as the Sand Dollar Marina walks Boston native,
Lucas McCall. McCall wears a 'DIE 'TOINE DIE' shirt that shows Antoine Walker, three-point
mastah on the front with a big line through him. Black jogging pants and black shitkickers
finish the ensemble as Lucas' jet black hair is shown tonight. He looks like he just walked
out of the Salvation Army with this get-up but that doesn't matter. The man who knows 1,000
variations of the low blow walks down to the ring and slides underneath the ropes, waiting for
his South American partner in their corner.]


AH: Standing in the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 237 pounds.. and he hails from
Boston, Massachusetts.. here is..


LUCAS McCALL!!!!!


[The crowd rips into a heel pops as McCall smiles and takes it in.. before eyeing the
entranceway for his opponents.]

DD: These two look primed and ready to rip Kellan and Mashima a new one here tonight!

JR: They do look ready, I'll give 'em that.


AH: And their opponents..


[The opening baseline of hed p.e.'s "Swan Dive" sweeps over the public announce as the house
lights dim somewhat... and flicker with cheapness...]

## I climb, hand over hand, closing my eyes... ##
## Too scared to look down. ##
## I climb, hand over hand, putting distance between I and the
ground... ##

[The guitars kick in... ]

## I get to the top... ##
## I stand on the edge... ##
## I look to the sky... ##
## And say all my prayers... ##

[The curtain is thrown back, allowing the Mashima-san room to walk the aisle. ]


AH: Hailing from Nippon, Japan...


[The chorus washes over the arena as the Suicide Dragon approaches the ring, clad for battle in
black cords, rolled to expose gray Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars, a canary yellow tee-shirt
sporting an image of a Chinese dragon with a shotgun to its temple, and a blackened leather
mask, open in the back, cut in precise rectangles to expose eyes and mouth. Blue eyes cut a
sharp contrast the the darkened hide, tranquil, almost dazed, as they stare out over the
throng.]

## What could be better than a... ##
## Swan dive into the asphault? ##
## I don't know, nothing could be better than a... ##
## Swan dive into the asphault. ##

[The lights blink red over the ring, once, as he mounts the steel steps, hands shoved into the
pockets of black cords, rolled into cuffs...]


AH: At a weight of two hundred and thirty pounds...


## You should ask somebody... ##
## 'Cause I've got nothing to lose tonight. ##
## I've misplaced my life tonight. ##
## Chased all my friends away tonight. ##

[He passes between the ropes, slowly, entering the ring as the chorus hits again. Crossing the
ring, his hands, sporting spindly fingers, snake to the mask's straps, adjusting and tightening
to the point to nearly appear painful. ]


AH: That Hardcore Mutha' Truckin' Purodore...


[Mashima mounts the turnbuckles, the lights, suddenly, cutting out completely, save those over
the ring, which again bathe the canvas in red, sorta! Blotches of dust and dirt over the
hanging light's lens cast oblong and opaque shadows, cutting into the seemingly thick
column of crimson. ]

## Tell me... ##


AH: He is...


## Who can control the flood? ##
## No one! ##


AH: HARISOTO MAAAASHIIIIIIIMAAAAA!


## Where are the angels? ##
## Nowhere. ##

[Raising a fist, he holds his free hand over his throat, feigning a choke, saluting those
attendance and those watching around the world.. or Louisiana.]

## Where's the honesty? ##
## Nowhere. ##
## Where's the compassion? ##
## Nowhere. ##

[The music fades, the lights come up. ]

DD: Wait a second.. how come Sebastian Bach-lite gets fancy pyrotechnics?!

JR: Beats the living hell out of me.


AH: And his partner..


[And the crowd is on their feet as Seven Mary Three's "Cumbersome" hits over the cracking PA
system, everyone turning their attention towards the entrance way as the first guitar notes
hit.]

#She calls me Goliath, and I wear the David mask#
#I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now#
#You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass#
#All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall#
#I have become cumbersome to this world#
#I have become cumbersome to my girl#

[Bursting through the entrance curtain comes the large figure of Robert Kellan. A loud cheer
rocks from one specific part of the audience, they, unlike most, knowing who this man is, most
of the rest of the audience joining in. A smile creases his face and with a quick, energetic
gait he makes his way down the aisle and around the ring, full circle, exchanging high fives
and pleasantries with anyone holding a hand out. A quick hop up onto the apron and he raises
his fist in salute one more time before entering the ring and stretching in his corner,
shedding both his GIW T-shirt and his baseball cap.]


AH: Ladies and gentlemen, from Beaumont, Texas, weighing in at 273lbs....


ROBERT KELLAN!!


[POP!]


[Kellan is a large, thickly built, young man. Only in his mid/late twenties, he sports a
babyface, usually clean shaven, and short cropped, spiked brown hair to go with green-ish eyes.
Kellan is quite muscular, obviously a hard worker, with heavily chorded arms and neck, wide
shoulders and a thick back. Attractive in a rugged way, Kellan is often a hit with the
ladies...well more then often, something his wife doesn't really like, but hey, she goes home
with him so she can't complain.

In the ring Kellan wears either a pair of dark blue wrestling shorts with a silver star on the
back of them. He also wears silver knee pads, black boots and heavily tapes his hands and
wrist in white tape. He eyes down McCall and Cutler as all four men are now in the ring.]

JR: Look at this staredown between the teams!

DD: Wow, the tense is rockin'!


---------------------------------------------------
Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Tag Team Opener!!

Robert Kellan/Harisoto Mashima

vs.

Lucas McCall/"Razorblade" Jake Cutler

Written By: Josh Ritter
---------------------------------------------------


[DING! DING! DING!]

JR: Referee Eli Francois calling for the bell and this tag match is going to be underway.

DD: Eli's pretty blind, think he can call a match involving four people?

JR: I'm sure he'll do great, he's a fine referee.

DD: I hope he doesn't ruin my chances of winning, I put money on this match, only a 5'er but
hey, it's something.

JR: You bet five dollar on a wrestling match?!

DD: What do you expect? We can barely afford to pay the electric bill around here, let alone
pay someone like me. 'Sides, for some reason Kellan/Mashima were ahead so I thought I'd make
some money on my boys in there.

JR: True.

DD: Damn right it's true, now call the action.

JR: After some arguing on the Cutler and McCall side it seems like Jake Cutler is starting out
for his team.

DD: Looks like Jake and Lucas don't get along too much.

JR: It would seem so, yes. Seeing Cutler in the ring, Harisoto Mashima has started out for his
team, leaving Lucas McCall and Robert Kellan on the apron for their respective teams.

[Mashima and Cutler circle one another then meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and
elbow tie-up, Cutler quickly shows his advantage in that department and goes behind Mashima
with a rear waistlock.]

DD: Cutler already showing he's better than Mashima, that's what I'm talking about.

JR: Well, yes, he quickly moved out of the collar and elbow tieup and went behind Mashima, but
he has yet to do anything.

[Mashima tries reversing the hold but Cutler drops to the mat before he can, leaving him in his
grasp, moving up Harisoto's back, Jake sits in the middle and begins unleashing furious lefts
and rights to the back of Mashima's head.]

DD: Ohh! Cutler's beating his ass!

JR: Well, I wouldn't say that, but Cutler is using his striking advantage here by working over
the back of Mashima's head, Harisoto is trying to block those blows but he seems to be failing.

DD: Ah, he doesn't block too many blows, I'm sure.

[Dirk cackles just in time as Mashima moves backwards, flipping Cutler off of him. Jake falls
awkwardly to the mat face first as the fans applaud for the reversal by Harisoto.]

JR: Nice ring prescence by Mashima, wriggling free and getting Cutler off of him.

DD: Maybe a good move but Cutler looks pissed now.

[Already looking evil enough, Cutler rises up from the mat glaring at Mashima who is clutching
at the back of his head while back-peddling but still circling the dangerous Jake.]

JR: While these two circle one another it looks like Lucas McCall is trying to talk to Lydia
Kellan, Robert Kellan's wife!

DD: Lucas is a pimp.

JR: What are you talking about? He's a snake and it seems like he's trying to break up their
marriage, that isn't honorable at all.

DD: Honor is for pussies.

[Indeed, McCall is bent down and talking to Lydia. Robert sees this from across the ring and
tries to go towards but referee Eli Francois stops him from doing so.]

JR: Let him over there! Kick his ass, Robert!

DD: Calm down, Jacob, it will be okay.

[While the announcers talk and Lucas talks to Lydia Mashima has now turned his back towards
McCall and Cutler's corner. Jake doesn't care though and runs at Harisoto for a spear but
Mashima sidesteps and Cutler crashes through the ropes, taking McCall down to the outside and
into the guard rail!]

*CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK*

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE pop from the crowd at the heels not working well with one another.]

JR: Oh my! McCall was too busy paying attention to Lydia Kellan that he didn't see his partner
in this match Jake Cutler coming towards him. I don't think Cutler meant to hit McCall but
that doesn't mean anything now!

DD: Dammit, that didn't need to happen.

[Mashima goes through the ropes on the outside and picks Cutler up, rolling him back into the
ring. Lydia Kellan looks on with concern towards the fallen Lucas but McCall begins moving,
looking a little angry at what just occurred.]

JR: Mashima and Cutler back in the ring now and Mashima whips Cutler into the ropes, Cutler
comes off and tries to nail a Russian sickle on Harisoto but Mashima ducks underneath!

DD: Cutler's off balance now.

[With his back turned to Mashima, Harisoto takes control and spins Jake around, picking him up
and onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, Cutler wriggles free and lands on his
feet behind Harisoto.]

JR: Cutler now behind Mashima and grabs him in an inverted facelock!

DD: He could hit him with an inverted DDT here.

[Looks like he's trying too but Mashima turns his body around inside the hold, now in just a
front chancery position. Harisoto lifts him up and over for a Northern Lights Suplex but
Cutler somehow escapes and lands on his feet behind Mashima.]

JR: These two are just reversing everything one another does.

DD: Cutler has the advantage now though, because Mashima is just now turning around.

[Right when he turns around, Cutler tries to Russian sickle Mashima once again but Harisoto
ducks underneath again and lifts him on his shoulders _AGAIN_, this time dropping him quickly
with a DVD, bouncing Cutler's head up and off the mat.]

JR: OH! He spiked him with that Death Valley Driver! Nice.

DD: Bah.

JR: Mashima going for the pin now and Eli Francois with the count.

ONE!!!












TWO!!!












TKICKOUT!

[Heel pop!]

JR: Lucas didn't even move, not even trying to help his partner out there, bad blood may have
boiled now since Cutler accidentally hit him earlier.

DD: Well, Boston people sure do hold grudges for a while. Hell, look at the Red Sox.

[Cutler gets to his feet and Mashima tries a standing sidekick, which Jake maneuvers out of the
way of, grabbing Harisoto from behind and locking on a belly-to-back suplex position. He
lifts, twisting and drives Mashima to the mat hard, floating directly over into a pin without
hooking the leg right after.]

JR: Nice spinning belly-to-back suplex by Cutler there and now he's got the pin!

DD: Get 'em Jake.

ONE!!!!!!!!!














TWO!!!!!!!!!














T[Kellan breaks the count!]

[Face pop!]

JR: Kellan got in the ring and broke the count to help his partner out and walks directly back
out.

DD: He's too scared to get in the ring with Cutler, although I wouldn't blame him, Jake is
pretty ferocious.

JR: I don't think Kellan is scared, he just abides by the rules and he doesn't want Mashima to
lose any of his honor by losing to Cutler once again.

DD: Blah, blah, blah, whatever you say, Jacob.

[Mashima gets up, holding the back of his head once again and stumbling to his corner, tagging
Kellan in. Cutler on the other hand gets to his feet and eyes the larger Kellan as he steps
through the ropes right after going back to the outside.]

JR: Kellan and Cutler now, this could be very interesting, folks!

DD: Don't get so excited so much, Jacob.

[Kellan and Cutler lock-up and Kellan quickly shows his power advantage by pushing Cutler back,
rolling him across the mat. The fans give a nice face pop for that.]

JR: Oh! What great power by Robert Kellan, he just manhandled Jake there.

DD: Whoopdedoo, Cutler is just bating him, you'll see.

JR: Cutler back up and locks up with Robert again, Jake putting his weight down and lowers
himself, getting the advantage and pushing Kellan back into the corner.

DD: Francois is asking for the break, surprised the old bastard has mind enough to do that.

JR: Cutler backing off with his arms in the air, nice sportsmanship.

DD: Spoke too soon.

[Cutler kicks Kellan in the stomach when he backs up, doubling Robert up.]

JR: Oh well, I guess I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch.

DD: Nice analogy.

JR: Thank you.

DD: Not really, but I didn't want to make you feel that bad.

[Cutler grabs Kellan in a front facelock but immediately Robert pushes him off and towards his
own corner, seeing him coming, Lucas McCall grabs Cutler by the throat and throws him over the
top rope, basically tagging himself in to a heel pop.]

JR: What the hell is wrong with McCall?

DD: I guess he's getting back at Cutler for hitting him.

JR: Well, these two sure are forming bad blood if so and now it's McCall and Kellan, the heat
between these two has built up a bit over the weeks.

DD: What's so wrong with McCall thinking Lydia has a fine ass? It's the truth, isn't it?

JR: Yea--, Hey, wait! You set me up!

DD: Because your intelligence is beneath mine.

[McCall enters the ring and immediately he and Kellan began walloping away on one another with
lefts and rights, Kellan's blows take more of a toll because of his size, Lucas stumbles back a
bit, against the ropes but comes off and nails a clothesline to Kellan, failing to knock the
big man over in the process.]

JR: Stonewalled!

DD: Bah.

[Lucas flinches a bit but eye rakes Kellan, getting the advantage for a second. Kellan doubles
over, grabbing at his eyes and Lucas grabs him in a front facelock, hooking Kellan's arm around
his neck, trying for what looks like a vertical suplex.]

JR: I don't know if McCall can lift Kellan up.

DD: Well, we're going to see, so just watch.

JR: He's trying, but Kellan is putting his weight down and not letting McCall get him up.

DD: Get him up? You perv.

JR: [sighs] Lucas tries again but Kellan keeps himself down again and lifts McCall up in a
vertical suplex position and just _THROWS_ him across the ring.

[McCall falls away and lands hard on his back, causing the ring to shake a bit from the
pressure, Lucas goes towards the ropes to bring himself up but he looks to be in pain as the
fans pop for Kellan's strength.]

DD: I think Robert does roids, the odds are in the favor of such. 60/40. Good odds, wanna
place a bet, Jacob?

JR: I don't have any money...Besides, I don't think he does, he's just a naturally tough and
strong individual, not because of some enhancement to his body, Dirk.

DD: Denial isn't just another river in Africa.

[McCall gets to his feet and walks over towards Kellan, Robert lunges after Lucas with a lariat
but McCall ducks underneath and pushes Kellan against the ropes, Robert bounces back and McCall
rolls him up, schoolboy style and pulls the tights for leverage.]

ONE!!!!!!!!














TWO!!!!!!!!














KICKOUT!!!!!!

[Fairly good sized face pop as Kellan pushes McCall off of him, Lucas rolls backwards across
the ring and picks himself up, just as Robert does the same.]

JR: McCall up on his feet near the ropes and Kellan sees this and looks like he has a fire in
his eye.

DD: I never got that analogy but 'eh.

[Kellan charges at Lucas and McCall ducks down, throwing Robert over with a back body drop, the
big man shows his agility though by landing on his feet on the apron outside as McCall begins
laughing, pointing out to the crowd, thinking he got him down.]

JR: Lucas is in for a wakeup call, Kellan looked like a cat on that one.

DD: ....A fat, roided up cat, maybe.

JR: McCall turning around.

[Lucas turns around and Kellan immediately grabs him under his arm and nails a nice hiptoss
over the top rope and to the floor, McCall lands hard on his back and Robert steps down from
the apron. Kellan's family are to the right of the scene as Robert goes down, he winks at
Lydia and smiles to his son before picking McCall up.]

DD: Kellan's a jackass, he shouldn't be laughing it up with his family, that kid shouldn't even
be out here, the wife can stay since she's got a nice ass on her but 'eh.

JR: I wouldn't say that around Kellan, we've seen him jack up McCall in the past.

DD: This his roided up muscles, of course.

JR: ....

[Kellan picks McCall up off the ground and whips him hard towards Kellan's on family, Lucas
stops before he hits them and smiles at Lydia, who returns the smile. McCall turns around and
is _WALLOPED_ by a Kellan lariat, nearly flipping him on the outside, Lucas falls to the
ground, holding his throat as he does so. Nice face pop from the crowd.]

JR: Kellan looks pissed and he's about to unleash into the fallen McCall!

[Before he can speak, Robert looks up into his son's eyes. He breaks down and decides not to
throws obscenities in front of his child, instead picking Lucas up and rolling him back in the
ring.]

DD: Boo hoo. Why didn't he just do it? Not like little Johnny hasn't seen worse, I mean, you
know he's seen daddy beat mommy.

JR: Quit throwing accusations around, Dirk.

DD: Whatever.

[Kellan slides underneath the ropes and pins McCall, hooking the leg with it.]

JR: Francois down for the count again.

DD: He's about to be going down to the count on life. He'll job to death sometime soon, I'm
sure, 2 to 1 odds, get 'em while they're hot.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!














THRKICKOUT!

[Heel heat for McCall kicking out!!]

JR: Again, Cutler doesn't try to help Lucas just as McCall did earlier, looks like these two
are on two totally different spectrums.

DD: Well, when you have two great people on one team, the greatness overflows and it's hard to
combine.

JR: ....

DD: Exactly.

[Kellan picks McCall up again and throws him towards the ropes, Robert bends down and tries for
a back body drop but Lucas stops and gets to one knee, uppercutting Kellan right in the mouth,
sending him falling to the mat in a heap as the crowd rains down with a heel pop.]

DD: Ha ha! The oaf got what was coming to him there.

JR: McCall is still holding onto his neck though, he could've hurt it with the assault he took
from Kellan.

DD: Yeah, well, the sun shines on a dog's ass, too.

[Lucas stomps on Kellan's forehead once, twice, three times. The final time he holds his foot
down on Robert's face, twisting it around and basically digging into him with his shitkicker.
McCall spins his body around, finishing off the bootscrape on Kellan's face to another heel
pop.]

JR: What arrogance by McCall, why would he want to make Robert angry?

DD: Doesn't matter, Lucas has been fighting his whole life, so why should he care? If Kellan
goes on a roid rage, that's his fault, not McCall's provocation.

JR: Riiiight, nice logic, Dirk.

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DD: Kellan's pretty close, he could tag in the gimpy slope if he wanted but I don't think
Robert has much common sense in that brain of his.

JR: Might want to watch your words, Dirk, he maybe watching this tape later.

DD: So? I'm Dirk Davidson, I'm afraid of no man.

JR: Cutler wrenching back more and Kellan looks to be in pain, he does indeed reach out though,
inching closer and closer to tagging Mashima in.

[Kellan inches just close enough to tag in Mashima, Harisoto quickly comes in the ring, kicking
Cutler in the back of the head to get him off of Robert. Kellan falls down and begins picking
himself up, holding at his back when he does so.]

DD: Well, atleast Roidman is out now.

JR: Riiiiight. Mashima motioning to Kellan and Robert follows over towards the downed Cutler,
they both lock him in a front facelock and lift him up into the air, we'll probably see a
double vertical suplex here!

DD: Gee, what made you think that, Jacob? I need your logic.

[Kellan and Mashima fall backwards, slamming Cutler into the mat. Kellan gets to his feet,
holding at his back in the process before stepping out.]

JR: Nice double team move by Kellan and Mashima. Harisoto goes down and tries for a pin on
Cutler.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















THRKICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Heel pop!!!]

JR: Mashima up and picks Cutler up also, both men to their feet and Harisoto whips Cutler into
the ropes, picking him up on the reverse and spinning him around and into a tombstone position!

DD: Someone's about to feel some head droppage.

[Mashima drops Cutler directly on his head with a tombstone, Jake's head bounces off the mat
and his neck crumples down as Harisoto gets to his feet.]

JR: Mashima nailed that perfectly and Cutler is laid _OUT_ now, Dirk.

DD: Quit speaking directly to me, I can see, dammit.

JR: You can't see?

DD: Yeah, I can, but I don't feel like talking to you.

JR: Nice to know.

[Mashima runs towards the ropes and springs off the middle, nailing a beautiful Asai moonsault
right across the chest of Cutler.]

DD: That was pretty nice.

JR: Mashima showing his high flying side off here and has a pin!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















THREKICKOUT!!!!!!!!!

[Oh so close heel pop!!!!!!!]

JR: Both men getting up now and Cutler is grabbing at his ribs.

DD: Well, it happens when someone lands on you, Jacob.

JR: Logical answer.

DD: I'm a logical kinda guy, don't you know?

JR: I do now.

[Mashima and Cutler are both up and just as Mashima turns around, Cutler unleashes with a
helluva russian sickle, nearly tearing Mashima's head from his shoulders, Cutler goes right
down for a pin.]

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















THRKICKOUT!!!!!!!!!

[FACE POP!]

JR: Nice move but Mashima is a tough individual.

DD: We'll be seeing how tough he really is, I'm sure.

[Cutler immediately picks Mashima up and locks him from behind. He grabs him in a full-nelson
position and throws him over right onto his head with a dragon suplex, keeping the bridge on
for the pin.]

JR: Another pin.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















THREKICKOUT!!!!!!!!!

[Another face pop as Mashima kicks out!!]

JR: Another kickout by Mashima and he is picked up by Cutler once again.

DD: Cutler's about to lay into his ass.

JR: Jue betcha!

[Cutler kicks Mashima right in the side of the head, sending Harisoto stumbling towards his
corner, Kellan tags himself in and Cutler turns around, walking over towards his corner and
grabbing Lucas by his shirt and _THROWING_ him over the top rope into the ring.]

DD: What the hell?

JR: Did you see that?! Cutler just threw his own partner into the ring. This guy's got some
problems.

DD: I don't think Lucas likes that too much.

JR: Indeed so.

[Lucas turns around and _NAILS_ Cutler with a right hook to the face, knocking Jake off the
apron. McCall smirks a bit and turns around, right into the hands of Robert Kellan.]

DD: He nailed Cutler but now Kellan has him.

JR: Indeed, Kellan lifts him up in a vertical suplex position and throws him up and down,
SILVER STAR BOMB!! ORANGE CRUSH POWERBOMB!! HE'S GOT THE PIN!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
























THREE!!!

[BIG TIME FACE POP!!]


[DING!! DING!! DING!!]

JR: Harisoto Mashima and Robert Kellan score the big victory here at Brawlin'!

DD: Goddamnit! I dig this Jake Cutler but what he just did was uncalled for!

[And with that, Cutler climbs into the ring eyeing down Robert Kellan who's standing with his
back turned..]

DD: Here comes the Razorblade on the att-


[THUD!!]


[BIG TIME POP!!]


JR: OH MY!! Cutler was about to go for a big football tackle into Kellan but Harisoto Mashima
just came out of nowhere with a huge spear that took Cutler right out of his boots!

DD: Damn those Japanese! Damn them!

[Kellan turns around to see what just happened and simply nods to Mashima who stands guard from
Lucas McCall who's rolled out of the ring..

Mixed Pop!]

JR: And now McCall is stomping the hell out of Cutler on the floor! And out comes Kellan! The
fans are going nuts as McCall pulls back..


[Pop!]


JR: But Kellan caught the fist! He spins McCall around..


[Heel Pop!]


DD: Yes! Beg Lucas! Get out of it!

JR: McCall is begging mercy from Robert Kellan who's looking around the are-, oh my! And right
at his wife and son.. both of them are telling him not to hurt him! What a dilemma!

[And with that.. Kellan lets go.. as McCall starts to backpedal out of ringside.. smiling the
entire time, directly at Robert Kellan who sports the scowl of scowls. And while we are at
it.. let's let Antonio Hervez make the winners announcement..]


AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winners of the match at fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds..
the team of..


ROBERT KELLAN AND HARISOTO MASHIMA!!!!!!!


[The crowd pops again as the duo start to head back towards the entrance curtain..]

JR: What an exciting opening contest on a show that will only get better as the night continues
on..

DD: I can't wait for our next match.. hopefully we'll see some jigglies!

JR: The jigglies Dirk refers to.. hopefully.. are those of Angie and Roxie.. the managers for
Jaime Roth and Shane Destiny respectively.. and those two are set to go head to head in just a
few minutes..

DD: Destiny is gonna throw the punkcard at Roth, you watch!

JR: And your opinion is valued by somebody I'm s-

[Rodgers gets cut off as the lights dim slightly...and Metallica's "Bad Seed" filters in over
the PA. The fans quiet for a moment, probably unsure of who's about to come out...then stand
up and boo like champions when "The Doctor of Love" himself, Dave Bryant, emerges from the
back. Dave is dressed in markedly casual street clothes, a pair of blue jeans and a white
t-shirt, to be precise. He grins as his strides down to the ring, pausing for a moment to fire
off the tried-but-true crotch chop to a particulary offensive fan. After this momentary
diversion, however, Dave quickly makes his way down the aisle, jumping up onto the ring apron
and slingshotting over the top rope, grabbing the house mic on his way in. After a moment,
"Bad Seed" cuts out, and the mic is raised.]

DB: You know...I just don't get you people.

[Heel pop, Dave looks around, shaking his head.]

DB: Didn't you see that chain come into play? Didn't you see Nelson bring that chain into the
ring?

[Bigger heel pop, and Dave sighs audibly.]

DB: It's so hard to be the honest one. I mean, between Nelson bringing that chain into the
ring and Doyle Woodall _deliberately_ striking the injured arm of Bobby Ray Wilkins...

[The boos just get louder, and Dave looks confused.]

DB: How am I supposed to maintain law and order in a match where three of the participants are
such blatantly cheating bastards? I'd like to see one of you rednecks try it!

[Dave actually looks vaguely irritated now.]

DB: If it weren't for my presence, Woodall, Nelson, and Brady would've stolen a win from the
rightful victors! Ryan Faith, "Bad Eye" McBaine and Bobby Ray Wilkins are fine, upstanding
individuals. Bobby Ray even fought off the pain of a severe arm injury to compete in the
match!

[Dave looks almost admiring...then smirks.]

DB: I'll say this right now. If any of those three assholes has a problem with my officiating,
he's welcome to drag his sorry ass out here and say something about it to my damn face! C'mon!
Anyone? ANYONE?!

[Pause...]

DB: Yeah, that's right, bitches. You cheating bastards know I was in the right! Therefore,
you...

[Dave waves a hand to the crowd.]

DB: Can shut the fuck up.

[Dave smirks at the heel pop, which just gets louder.]

DB: See, there's something that I know that you don't...and I'm not talking about how to wash
myself, brush my teeth, or date someone who doesn't share my family tree.

[A cup flies at Dave, but he ducks out of the way.]

DB: I know who really backs this company...

[The crowd actually quiets, while Dave's smirk just grows.]

DB: So, I went to this mystery backer, and I asked him for a favor. That favor? Well...it
involves a match right here tonight! So, I've got a little bit of bad news for a couple of
people...namely, Bobby Ray Wilkins and Doyle Woodall. That nasty little stip match you guys
had planned? It ain't happenin'...


[Monster Boos!!!]


DB: ...and now, it's a Three Way Dance, featuring Bobby Ray, Doyle Woodall...and "The Doctor of
Love" Dave Bryant. Why? Because your backer knows damn well that Dave Bryant is money, and
that's something he needs a lot of if you wanna keep your little hole in the wall running.

[Dave drops the mic and heads out of the ring, getting booed all the way down.]

JR: WHAT?! What an egotistical little prick!

DD: Jake!

JR: No, screw that! This man is making a mockery of our company.. and now he's screwing the
loyal GIW fans from one of the most anticipated matches of the evening! This is garbage!

DD: Dayumn Jake, settle. We still get to see a high quality match.. and now the Doctor of Love
is involved! It's gold, baby!

JR: I'm not buying that! While I settle down.. let's hear some comments from Jaime Roth.

[Fade in to the lockerroom area in the Sand Dollar Marina. Sitting on the bench is none other
than everyone's favorite '80s metal freak, Jamie Roth. Roth, spikey hair and all, is decked out
in his usual wrestling gear, along with a Dokken T-shirt. Meanwhile, his manager Angie, who is
standing next to him, wears a black cocktail dress with matching high heels.

Jamie has a rather aggressive look on his face -- more aggressive than usual, to say the least.
Angie appears to be quite pleased with it.]

JR: You know, this is the first time in a _long_ time since I've felt this much anger, this
much animosity towards someone. Hell, I don't even think it's one bit healthy...

A: Psh. Don't worry about it, dearie; this'll only help you against Destiny, you know.

[Jamie, not even making eye contact with Angie, begins taping his fist -- something he never
does, as he usually limits the taping to his wrists.]

JR: Heh. I don't know. I mean, I know I'm right...at least I _hope_ I'm right. I can't just
let someone betray my trust like that. It's like, every time I trust someone, they always end
up turning their backs on me. It's been happening since I was a kid, Angie.

A bunch of assholes picked on me in the schoolyard. Obviously, it would've seemed like my
friends would've saved my butt -- but not so. My ex-girlfriend said that she loved me...but
then, I catch her making out with some other dude in a car.

[Angie sighs and gives Jamie a hug from behind.]

A: Look, Jamie...stop it with the sob stories. I know you're sensitive about this "trust"
stuff, but right now, you've got a chance to redeem yourself, whether you believe it or not.
Through beating the shit out of Shane Destiny tonight, you're going to be showing everyone that
you're not gonna take things lying down...

[Jamie nods in agreement. However, before the next statement, Angie rolls her eyes.]

A: ...even though you're just a really annoyingly nice guy.

[An odd look appears on Jamie's face as he looks back at a grinning Angie.]

JR: Heeeeey!

[Fade.]

DD: You cool?

Jacob Rodgers: I'm getting there, but I'm still steaming about Dave Bryant, what a bas-

DD: Dude, chill man.

JR: Jaime Roth looks as ready as ever.. let's see what on the mind of Shane Destiny.

DD: ROXIE!

[Fade in. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny sits before us, dressed in a pair of beaten-up blue
jeans and a T-shirt bearing the faded logo of a long-forgotten indy fed in the Carolinas.
Behind him is Roxie, dressed comfortably in a turtleneck sweater and beaten-up blue jeans.
Destiny leans forward and speaks.]

2SD: Angie -- y'fuckin' glory hog -- stop ridin' Jamie Roth's jock and let'im listen t'what I'm
about t'say, 'cause as far as I'm concerned, this ain't about y'no matter how much y'want it
t'be.

[Destiny pauses.]

2SD: Hope I got y'er attention, Roth. Cursin' isn't somethin' I do normally, so pay attention.
Maybe I didn't exactly make is all crystal-like so y'can understand it the first time, so I'll
try again. Y'go out in the ring with all y'er talk about how y'respect this, and y'er trust
garbage. Respect and trust are fine, but they don't amount t'nothin' but spit in a bucket
t'me. Just 'cause of one thin' -- wrestlin' ain't some fuckin' side job f'er me, son. It may
be f'er ya. It's not f'er me. Wrestlin' is my livin' -- wrestlin' is one of two thin's I have
left in my life. The other is my Roxie -- and y'all are tryin' to fuck with _that_, too, just
because y'have a fallback in case I break y'er spine.

[Destiny nods.]

2SD: What y'did when y'cost me two straight matches was take food off o'my table. It took
money out o'my wallet and my bank account. Y'cost me a livin' with y'er mistakes, and act all
surprised when I bite y'er hand. Y'can talk all y'want about how y'think I don't respect the
sport, or that I didn't care about petty bullshit -- because I know it's just
that, Roth. Bullshit. I know what I got in here --

[Destiny points to his heart.]

2SD: -- and what I got here --

[Destiny takes the hand of his fiancee.]

2SD: -- so I don't want your fuckin' words and sympathy. Yeah, I respect the sport -- but I
have to fuckin' eat. Just 'cause I don't jock a fuckin' register at a music store on the
weekdays like _some_ people don't mean I can go around missin' bookin's just 'cause y'can't
finish the God damn job. That's exactly what y'did, and that's exactly why I'm mad at ya. I
couldn't give a shit about y'er nutclamp of a wife, or how much she's pussy-whippin' ya.
That's what Roxie's concerned about. What _I_ care about is two notches in the loss column
because of y'and the bookin's y'cost me by causin' me those losses.

[Destiny pauses once again.]

2SD: And Roth, son, if you can't understand that, then you've got fuckin' shit for brains. But
don't go actin' all hurt and make me the bad guy because y'suck a nut in the ring and because
y'er too fuckin' nice and trustin'. I sure as shit ain't the bad guy in this. And I won't
fuckin' accept any fan that's gonna take y'er side because y'er a worthless joke of a wrestler
-- just like y'er a worthless joke of a man.

[And with that, Destiny leaves the frame, and Roxie takes his seat.]

ROXIE: Angie -- you pathetic whore. You really think you're something with the way you've got
Jamie Roth under your thumb, and with the way you've managed to steal the spotlight away from
my Shane. You say a curse word, show some skin, and the crowd loves you. You get into a
catfight with me, and the crowd loves you. All the while, you're stealing the spotlight away
from the people that deserve it.

[Roxie smirks.]

ROXIE: Now, I know what you're going to say, Angie. You're going to say that I'm just letting
Shane control my life. But Angie, don't you get it? Don't you realize I'm happy with what I
do? I'm happy just being there to guide Shane through the tough times. I'm happy standing in
Shane's corner and being the moral support. I'm happy, because I have fun, and being with
Shane means everything to me. Not like you, and the way you've taken control of Jamie Roth's
life. You don't love that man -- you just wanted a lump of clay to mold as you see fit, and
you'll just throw him away when you get bored.

[Roxie pauses.]

ROXIE: But Jamie Roth is a lost cause. I tried to help him out, as the nice woman I am -- but
he's blinded. And now -- you've brainwashed Jamie Roth to his annihilation. Shane is _not_
happy with what Jamie's cost him -- and it's all your fault. I just hope you're happy with
what you've done, because when Shane gets through destroying Jamie, you're going to wish you
had never pushed his buttons. He'll never admit that you've pissed him off, Angie, but I know
Shane better than that -- and I know he's just as pissed at you as he is at Jamie. He won't
dirty his hands with you, though --

[Roxie smiles.]

ROXIE: -- but, Angie -- that doesn't mean I won't, too.

[And from there -- fade.]

DD: What a sexy bitch.

JR: I'll give her that.

DD: Damn right you will. Those two are a force to be reckoned with.. I really like the edge
Destiny has taken on lately.. and the odds are in his favor tonight..

JR: So i take it you like Destiny in this next contest?

DD: Damn straight I do!

JR: A match-up between two young studs here.. so let's toss it over to Antonio Hervez in the
ring for the official introductions.

[Cut to the wobbly Hervez in the ring who gets another pop for his demeanor and great t-shirt.]


AH: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. with a tweenty meenute time leemit! [Pop!]
Introducing first..


[No '80s metal intro tonight. Instead, the hardness that is "Single" by 26 Weeks begins
blaring over the PA. The then crowd pops face as none other than Jamie Roth emerges from the
entrance portal, wearing an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. In front of
him, leading him, is the lovely Angie.]


AH: He comes to the ring accompanied by Angie [BIG TIME POP!!].. and he weighs in tonight at
221 pounds.. hailing from St. Louis, Missouri.. here is..


JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!


[Big pop! Roth wears carbon-colored tights with flames going up the side of each leg, white
boots, and white athletic tape around his wrists. Meanwhile, Angie is in a black cocktail
dress with matching high heels. Roth slides into the ring as the crowd pops again as he starts
to warm-up stretching out against the ropes.]

DD: Angie is looking awfully scrumptious tonight!

JR: As always. And Jaime Roth looks as determinded as we've ever seen him!

DD: Who cares?


AH: And his opponent..


["Hello Pricks" by Sick of it All. Don't you feel like this sometimes?]

# Don't be a prick in the roses #
# No one's impressed with your lack of respect #
# We're all black sheep and we know it! #
# So don't fuck it up for the rest! #


AH: Weighing in at 233 pounds, and hailing from Southern Pines, North Carolina, he is
accompanied to the ring by Roxie [POP!!!].. here is..


"SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY!!!


[Shane Destiny makes his appearance, with Roxie faithfully by his side. Destiny grins widely as
the GIW fans steadily boo him, soaking it all in.]

# So good, so far, it's been our right #
# Could we be more blessed? #
# It's so sad to see aggression so misguided and misplaced #
# Heads up! Throw down! Blood will spill! #
# We're only human here! #
# It's where I thought not to be a slave to human fault #

[Destiny slowly walks to the ring, smiling as each fan voices their displeasure. Destiny is
dressed in baggy-as-fuck zebra-striped pants, black wrestling boots, and his wrists are taped
with black electrical tape. Roxie is dressed in a matching miniskirt and a tight black
babydoll shirt with her name across the front in white right across her chest. Destiny wears a
black bandana underneath his long bleached-blond hair, and his fingernails are painted black.]

# We swear we're here for the fun and to release the angst #
# From this we feel, we deal, don't deprive us of that right #
# Stand up to those who think they're king #
# Let them know they're wrong #
# Stand up for things that will keep this action going strong #

[Did we mention that Destiny is taking his sweet time getting to the ring? Pointing and
giggling at the fans with Roxie can take up a lot of time, you know. Destiny starts to climb
the steps up into the ring, but changes his mind to engage in a loooooooooong smooch with
Roxie, which the crowd boos.]

# Don't make a name for yourself #
# By stressing out everyone else #
# And don't bring your personal wars #
# Through -- these -- doors! #

[Destiny _finally_ gets into the ring, as the song is actually coming to a close, as the
referee checks him for weapons. He then just locks eyes with Roth who stares back as the
tension builds.]

JR: This place is on it's ends right now!


---------------------------------------------------
Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Singles Contest!!

Jaime Roth vs. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny

Written By: Andy Doran
---------------------------------------------------


[DING! DING! DING!]


JR: And the bell rings on a heated grudge match Dirk. These two have come along way since being
buddy buddy partners a few months ago. Thoughts?

DD: Ten on Destiny and twenty on the ol' Dirkmeister getting some sandwich action with Roxie
and Angie.

JR: Charming. Both men meet in the center of the ring and lockup in a standard collar and
elbow...both men jockeying for position...and Shane Destiny shoves Jamie Roth away!

DD: Sweet.


[HERE WE GO POP!]


JR: BUT ROTH ANSWERS BACK WITH A VICIOUS RIGHT HAND! DESTINY ANSWERS BACK! IT'S BROKEN DOWN
INTO A BRAWL IN THE EARLY GOING!

[Surprisingly the smaller in stature Roth wins out, backing Destiny up with punches and aiming
up for a hard right hand, but the smart Destiny ducks it and when Jamie turns around...]




"THWAAAAAACCCKK!!"




[..."Sweet Dreams" clocks him with a hardass lariat, that causes Jamie to do a backflip in the
air and land flat on his face! HEEL POP! Shane brings his nemesis to his feet and whips him to
the ropes, doubling him over on the way back with a fist to the gut...]

JR: Destiny off the adjacent rope...


"THUUUD!"


JR: ...running neckbreaker, nicely done!

DD: I've said it before Jake and it's worth saying again. Once Destiny dropped the nice guy act
and started wrestling with an attitude, he's been much better.

JR: Roth gets back to his feet and gets a forearm _right_ to the throat!

DD: Goddamn, what a shot!

JR: Destiny slips behind Jamie and puts on a rear waistlock...






"THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!"






JR: ...German suplex! But Shane rolls through and holds on!

DD: Back up again, here we go..






"THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!"






JR: Another German suplex but Destiny rolls through once again!!






"THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!"







DD: THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES!! Do I smell four?!






"THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!"



[HUGE MIXED POP!]



JR: YES I DO! Incredible show of strength by Destiny, who covers the crushed Roth, as he digs
his forearm into Jamie's throat...




































ONE!!!!!!!!!!



























T-KICKOUT BY ROTH!


[POP!]


[Destiny stands up and brings Roth to his feet, swinging for another lariat but instead...]



"THWWWAAAAAAACCCKKK!!"



[...gets dropkicked in the knee! POP! Jamie stands up and grabs Shane by his long hair,
applying an inverted facelock and dropping for a DDT, sticking out a knee at the last minute
and guiding Destiny backfirst into it. Roth stands back up, and as Angie bangs on the mat in
encouragement, picks Destiny up in a side waistlock and plants him in a side backbreaker. POP!]

JR: Sound strategy by Jamie Roth, if Destiny is having back pains he can't utilize all his
suplexes!

DD: If you got a bad back, you can't do anything Jake. Least of all give it to Roxie up the
tail pipe.

JR: So true...so true.

[Roth drops an elbow on the back of Destiny, make it two, and then bounces off the ropes. But
Roxie's there to reach up and grab his feet, then sneer at Jamie as he turns around. HEEL POP!
This gives Shane the time to get to his feet and sneak behind Roth, picking him up in a belly
to back suplex position...]








"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"









[...and depositing him crotch first on the top rope!]

DD: Oh no...His balls don't work, or they won't after that! Fear not Angie, Dirk will make you
work! Hehehe.

JR: Shane Destiny backs up into the corner and props himself up onto the second turnbuckle...



"THWAAAAACCCKK!"



[HEEL POP!]



DD: Bam! Dropkick to head knocks Roth off the ropes!

JR: What a bastard move by Destiny, who could have done any other move to Roth but chose to
kick him right square in the face!

DD: I told you Jake, bastard equals success.

JR: Shane brings Roth back to his feet and slams his knee into Jamie's face, dropping Roth!
Cover...




































ONE!!!!!!!!!!

























KICKOUT! That was done just for spite!


[POP!]


DD: I love it.

[With a smirk Destiny brings Jamie Roth to his feet, sliding behind him and locking him up for
another German suplex. But on the lift Roth grapevines the left leg of Shane and rolls out of
the move, ending up on his feet in back of Destiny and atomic dropping him! POP! Shane bounces
into the ropes and turns back, into an inverted atomic drop that stands him up straight, in
time for Roth to bounce off the far ropes and level Shane with a SWANK~! spinning leg lariat!
POP!]

JR: Great string of moves by Roth, who covers Destiny...





































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






































KICKOUT BY SHANE! Destiny got the shoulder up in plenty of time.


[HEEL POP!]


DD: Of course he did.

JR: Back up, Roth shoots Destiny to the ropes but Shane reverses. Back off--

DD: SUPERKICK!

JR: DUCKED! Roth rolled under it and now Destiny turns around...


[POP!]


JR: ...right into a hurricanrana! Jamie Roth grabs the legs...




































ONE!!!!!!







































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!











[POP!]










JR: DESTINY HOOKS THE SHOULDERS AND PULLS ROTH INTO A SUNSET FLIP!





































ONE!!!!!!!!!!






































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















[Another POP!]















JR: Roth rolls out of it but keeps hold of the legs...INTO A BOSTON CRAB!!

[The crowd lets out an appreciation pop as Roth sits back in the submission hold, and Eli
Francois slides down to ask Destiny if he submits. Shane argues with him as Roxie climbs up
onto the apron, leans into the ring...]




"SLAAAAAAP!"



[...and bitchslaps Roth! HEEL POP! But she doesn't see Angie rush over, well rush being a
relative term as she is wearing heels and a cocktail dress, and wind up as if to slap her.
Roxie turns to see it and has the shit scared out of her, so much in fact that she falls off
the apron as Angie laughs at her.]

DD: I SAW A NIPPLE! I SAW IT!

JR: Roth leans over the ropes and is laughing at Roxie and turns right into a kick to the gut!
Shane with the front chancery and he lifts...into a delayed vertical suplex!

DD: Shane let this chump hang up there good and long, to let the blood rush to his head.

JR: Destiny drags Jamie to his feet and grabs him...



"THUUUUUUUDDDD!!!"



JR: Head and arms suplex! The Carolina native brings Jamie Roth to his feet once more...AND
HITS A FOREARM SHIVER TO THE THROAT OF JAMIE ROTH!!

[Roth falls to the ground coughing as Destiny cackles at him, then begins to stomp on Jamie's
throat to a wild HEEL POP! When finished with that, Shane stands over Roth and begins to slap
him in the face, not hard enough to hurt Jamie but rather just to humiliate him. Destiny lets
up and walks back to Angie, taunting her somewhat. And when he turns around...]

JR: ROTH!







"THUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!"






[HEEL POP!!]



DD: DAMN! Rydeen Bomb, Roth is flattened!

JR: Jamie Roth jumped at Destiny, attempting god knows what, but Destiny caught him and fell
into that powerbom variant!

DD: Shane Destiny is giving this little bitch Roth a proper Jap slapping.

JR: Real nice Dirk. Shane Destiny brings Jamie Roth to his feet and hooks him in a front
chancery, lifting up...and hanging him out to dry on the top rope!

DD: Rock.

[Destiny simply shoves Jamie Roth to the mat and drops a knee on him, dropping down to cover
and hooking the far leg...]

JR: ONE!!!!!!




































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






































T-KICKOUT BY JAMIE ROTH!


[POP!]


JR: There's still a lot left in his tank!

DD: Right.

JR: Shane drags the rookie to his feet and sends him for the ride, lar-DUCKED! Roth off the far
side...HIGH CROSS BODY! COVER...






































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







































T-KICKOUT BY SHANE DESTINY!


[HEEL POP!]


DD: Come on Angie! Let's go Roxie! Dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke!

JR: Back up and Destiny catches a Jamie Roth kick




"THWAAAAAACCCCKKK!!"



[POP!]



JR: Big time enzuigiri! Destiny falls flat on his face and Roth aims up his back...kneedrop to
the lower back!

[Jamie grabs both arms of Destiny and sticks his foot square in the middle of Shane's back,
pulling back with a surfboard that makes the veteran holler in pain. Just as quickly, Roth lets
go and races to the far ropes, darting back and coming in low...]





"SMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!"





[...with a seated dropkick to the face of a kneeling Shane Destiny. POP! Destiny falls flat on
his back as Roth goes to the apron and hops the top rope, turning 90 degrees to the left and
landing on the second rope of the adjacent side, backflipping off and moonsaulting onto
Destiny! HIGHSPOT POP!]

JR: Jamie Roth with the cover...





































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!








































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








































TH-KICKOUT BY DESTINY! A very close call right there!

DD: If this kid keeps it up, I may have to make a few calls.

JR: Roth backs away from Destiny, who's getting to his feet near the ropes. Roth charges...



[BIG POP!]



JR: AND A CLOTHESLINE SENDS BOTH GUYS OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!

DD: Now it should get interesting!

JR: Roth picks Destiny up and throws an arm over his shoulder...





"CLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNGGGG!!!"




[POP!]



JR: ...side russian legsweep into the guardrail! Back up, Roth grabs Shane around the waist...





"KAA-LAAAAAAAAANNNNKKKK!!"




[POP!]



DD: Jake, gimme my phone!

JR: Hot shot into the guardrail! Jamie throws Destiny in and climbs on the apron himself,
slingshotting in...



"THUUD!"


JR: Guillotine legdrop!

[Gaining confidence with each move, Jamie brings Shane to his feet and buries a knee to Shane's
gut, then gliding to the front of Shane and underhooking both of his arms to set up the
Shoegazer! FINISHER POP! But Destiny unhooks his arm and twists out, landing in front of Jamie
and armdragging him across the ring.]

JR: Some quick thinking by Destiny, who takes Roth over with a gutwrench suplex!

DD: A move last used in 1983.

JR: The veteran brings Roth to his feet and hooks on a full nelson...




"THUUUUUDDD!!"




JR: Dragon suplex! That is such a dangerous move and Jamie Roth looks to be feeling it's
effects.

DD: Sweet. Maybe his spine's broken...I could comfort Angie in her time of need.

JR: Shane Destiny brings Roth back to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex--ROTH
SLIPS DOWN THE BACK, PUSHING DESTINY AWAY TO THE ROPES!

DD: Dammit, I guess he's ok.

JR: Roth charges Destiny-
















"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!"











[BIGASS POP!!]








"G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!"




"G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!"




"G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!"




"G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!"




"G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!" "G-I-DUB!"












JR: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!! OVERHEAD RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! ROTH GOT LAUNCHED OVER THE TOP
ROPE AND CRASHED TO THE FLOOR!!

DD: That...was...awwwwwwesome!

JR: Angie helps Jamie to his feet, pulling her man up, and he gets to the ring apron but here
comes Destiny!




"THWAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK!!"





"KLLAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK!!"




DD: Baseball slide dropkick sends Bitchboy crashing into the guardrail! Rock on!

[Destiny drags Roth to his feet and slings him to the far guardrail, but when Roth gets there
he pushes off it with his hands and kicking up his feet high enough so that Destiny, who was
following him in, crashes into the guardrail underneath him! POP! Upon landing Jamie buries a
forearm into Destiny's lower back, and then follows suit with his knee.]

JR: Roth grabs Destiny and whips him--REVERSED BY DESTINY!!





"KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNKKKK!!!"



[HEEL POP!]



JR: AND ROTH FLIPS OVER THE STAIRS, TAKING A NASTY BUMP!!

DD: Oh man, I'd like to give Roxie and Angie a nasty bump or three.

JR: Are you even watching this match?

DD: Sort of.

JR: Destiny rolls Roth back into the ring and picks him up, arrogantly putting on a front
chancery...Shane lifts...




"THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!"




DD: Right on his empty friggin' head, again.

JR: Huge brainbuster by Destiny! That was positively brutal and Roth shows the results. Shane
taking his time and...going outside?

DD: This is make or break time Jake, time to crank it up a notch.

JR: Shane Destiny is standing on the top rope, measuring Jamie up...








"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!"






[HIGHSPOT POP!]




JR: PICTURE PERFECT FLYING ELBOW! BRILLIANTLY DONE BY DESTINY, WHO COVERS...



































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!



































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






































TH-ROTH KICKS OUT!


[BIG POP!]


JR: Destiny nearly had the match right there! He drags Roth to his feet and sends him for the
ride...clothesline ducked...


"WHAAAAAACCKK!"


[POP!]


DD: Goddamn him!

JR: Flying forearm to the face! Roth stunned Shane Destiny and now he's to his feet! Inverted
facelock...



"THUUUDD!!"



JR: ...and Roth drops into an inverted DDT!

[Jamie Roth scrambles to his feet and gets his thoughts together, bounding to the top rope and
waiting for Destiny to get to his feet. "Sweet Dreams" does in short order and turns around...]







"THHWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK!!!"








[...right into a missile dropkick! POP! Shane lands by the ropes and Jamie spies it, going to
the outside, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting in with an impressive rolling senton! POP!
Not missing a beat Roth kips up (~!) and runs to the opposite ropes, hoping onto the middle
strand and backflipping off with an Asai moonsault! HIGHSPOT POP!]

JR: Jamie Roth races to the top rope and takes a deep breath...











"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!"








[MEGA POP!!]







JR: CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL!



































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









































THR-DESTINY WITH A SHOUDLER UP!!! INCREDIBLE RESILIENCY!! JUST INCREDIBLE!

DD: That little skater bitch looks good now, but ultimately Shane's gonna beat Bitchboy like he
was his daddy.

[The St. Louis native brings a bewildered Destiny to his feet and sends him for the ride,
retreating as Shane bounces off and bending over...]






"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!"






[...and backdropping Shane to the outside! MEGA POP! Roth follows suit, bouncing off the far
ropes, gaining speed and hurling himself over the top rope, doing a front flip on the way down
and obliterating Destiny with a no hands somersault plancha! HUGE HIGHSPOT POP!!]

JR: EXHILARATING MOVES BY JAMIE ROTH! SHANE DESTINY HAS TO BE ON DREAM STREET AS HE GETS ROLLED
IN! COVER!




































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








































THREE?!?!










[....]








DD: NO! OLD ASS ELI SAYS TWO! I KNEW IT GODDAMNIT, I KNEW SHANE WASN'T GONNA LOSE!!

JR: Jamie Roth was so very, very close to getting a win over Shane Destiny! One tenth of a
second away!

DD: How about showing a little professionalism and being unbiased here Rodgers. Just a little
journalistic integrity, that's all I ask for.

JR: Pot, kettle, black.

[The now confident Roth brings Shane to his feet and shoots him to the ropes, jumping for a
hurricanrana but Destiny simply sits down...]











"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!"






[...into a powerbomb! HEEL POP!]

JR: Smooth move by Destiny, who dropped Roth on his head but picks him right back up! Into a
front chancery...




"CRAAAACK!"



[HEEL POP!]



DD: Hehehe.

JR: Front layout suplex by Destiny, but Shane knelt down so that Roth's face would be smashed
into his knee!

DD: And once again, Angie looks like she needs a little more Dirk in her diet.

JR: I'm sure. Shane brings Roth to his feet and scoops him up in a bodyslam, and falls down...




"THUUUUUD!"



JR: Into a Northern Lights Bomb!

DD: Moveset bay-bee!

JR: Shane Destiny picks Jamie up once more picks him up this time into a fireman's carry...

[Shane takes a few steps to the center of the ring, grabs the head of Roth and swings him
around into a Michinoku Driver! HEEL POP! Jamie looks to be dead, or at the very least severely
hurting, as Destiny again climbs to the top rope and dives off...]





"THUUUUUUUUUUMP!!"




[...with a diving headbutt! HEEL POP! Shane drops an arm over Roth as Francois begins to
count...]

JR: ONE!!!!!!!!!!




































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







































THR-JAMIE ROTH KICKS OUT AGAIN! UNBELIEVABLE!


[BIGASS POP!]


DD: This little bastard is starting to piss me off. Let's go Shane!

JR: Destiny brings Roth to his feet and kicks him right behind the knee...nearly bending him
over backwards. Now he places his leg over the face of JAmie...




"THUUUUUD!"




JR: Inverted Rocker Dropper! Nice move by Shane Destiny!

DD: Not as nice as the way I can picture Roxie bending over in my head...but it was pretty
slick.

[The North Carolinian once again brings Jamie Roth to his feet and scoops him up for a slam
again, but moves him to the side, wraps his arms around Jamie's upside down body and drops into
an Emerald Fusion! HEEL POP!]

JR: Again! Destiny drops Roth straight on his head once more, and this is beginning to get
malicious.

DD: What did you expect? These two guys really dislike each other, especially Destiny toward
Roth, and you expect them to just slap each other around? Hell no, this is war baby! NICE IS
FOR LOSERS!

JR: This is true Dirk, but that can cause serious damage.

DD: Maybe he won't be able to remember his address! What a friggin tragedy that would be, he
can't remember which box on the streets of St. Louis belongs to him.

JR: I'm confident that Jamie Roth owns a home. At any rate Shane Destiny lifts up Jamie Roth
and sets him on the top rope, then climbs up after him!

[Destiny shoots some rights to the face of Roth and then puts on a front chancery, lifting off
for a superplex...]













"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!!










[HOLY SHIT POP!!]





[...that's reversed to a DDT in midair! BIGASS POP!]


JR: OHMYGOD! WHAT A COUNTER BY JAMIE ROTH! HE SPIKED DESTINY WITH A DDT FROM NEARLY THE TOP
ROPE, DESTINY'S OUT LIKE A LIGHT!

DD: But so is Roth, he can't even cover Destiny! He's too tired from getting dropped on his
empty peanut head for the past five minutes!

JR: The fans in the Sand Dollar are on their feet, making a ruckus in the hopes that Jamie Roth
can make the cover! They're cheering him on and dammit so am I! Come on Jamie!

DD: ...I am shocked and appalled.


[HUGE POP!]


JR: HE MAKES THE COVER!!



































ONE!!!!!!!!!






































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







































THR-DESTINY _KICKS_ _OUT!_ I DON'T BELIEVE IT!


[A MASSIVE appreciation pop rings out from the crowd, as Jamie Roth flops onto his back, in
disbelief. Both valets are on the outside, urging their respective men to get to their feet and
amazingly it's Shane Destiny who makes the first move, getting to his knees and then using the
ropes to get to his feet. Roth isn't far behind him and he quickly goes over to Destiny and
unleashes a right hand that hits Shane square in the face! POP!]

JR: Roth with another right hand and now he leads Destiny out to the center of the ring, and
scoops him up into a fireman's carry-

DD: SHANE SLIDES DOWN! Destiny slipped down the back of Bitchboy!

JR: Into a rear waistlock, German suplex coming up...


[HUGE POP!]


JR: ROTH FLIPPED OUT OF THE GERMAN SUPLEX! DESTINY TURNS AROUND, INTO A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK...










"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!"











[GIGANTIC FINISHER POP!]




JR: SHOEGAZER! JAMIE ROTH HIT THE SHOEGAZER!! DESTINY'S OUT!!

DD: Goddamnit, gimme the phone, gimme my goddamned phone!

JR: But he doesn't cover him! Roth neglects to cover, instead going to the top rope! What in
the world?!?!

DD: Mo-ron!

[Amongst a sea of flashes, Roth leaps off, into a backflip...a perfect shooting star press...]
















"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDD!!!"










[...that hits nothing because Shane Destiny got the hell out of dodge! HEEL POP!]

JR: DESTINY MOVED! SHANE DESTINY DODGED THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND NOW SHANE DESTINY
CAPITALIZES!

DD: Shane drags Jamie out...AND LOCKS ON THE DESTINY STRANGLE!!


[HEEL POP!]


JR: In the center of the ring! Destiny Strangle on Jamie Roth right in the center of the ring!
There's nowhere to go for Jamie Roth, there is no escape!

DD: He's gotta tap out, he's gotta give it up! Destiny is gonna make Bitchboy submit, cleanly,
in the center of the ring! Thank you Jay-sus!

JR: But Jamie's fighting it! Roth won't give in without a fight!

DD: This is stupid, he's gonna end up getting crippled! Roth's gotta give it up, he's gotta
submit!

JR: JAMIE ROTH IS ABOUT TO PASS OUT! HE'S LIFELESS! GIVE IT UP JAMIE, GIVE IT UP! HE'S TURNING
BLUE FOR CHRISSAKES!

[Seeing this, Angie scrambles onto the apron and screams for referee Eli Francois's attention.
The crowd is in hysteria as Angie screams at the top of her lungs, but Francois won't come near
her when...]








[DING! DING! DING!!]





[HUGE POP!]



DD: HE GAVE UP! HE GAVE UP! JAMIE ROTH GAVE UP, I KNEW IT!

JR: I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, I NEVER SAW OR HEARD JAMIE ROTH SUBMIT OR TAP OUT!

DD: Oh bullshit! He had to give up!


[All eyes are on Antonio Hervez as he drunkenly bumbles his way into the ring.]


AH: Ladies an' gentleman...after conferring with de referee...due to dee time leemit running
out..he has declared dees match...


A DRAW!


[A Big Time Shocked Pop! as Destiny finally releases the hold.. Angie immediately climbing into
the ring to check on Jaime Roth.. who slumps down facefirst on the mat..]

JR: The kid has heart! He was trapped but he refused to give up! Jaime Roth exhibiting a mile
of heart right there!

DD: Damnit! Shane Destiny was robbed! Absolutely robbed!

JR: By nothing more than the time limit! But who knows.. Roth may very well have reached the
ropes before he gave up..

DD: Riiiiiiiight.

JR: In comes Roxie as she looks over Shane Destiny with quite the displeased grin.. she simply
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Put your money where your mouth is. Step up to the goddamn plate. Come on, Brady.

[cracking his knuckles]

RF: You thought this was all personal. It wasn't, till you made it that way. You were just
another blur, a face staring across from me in the ring. You were nothing.

Pardon me...

[snickers]

RF: You are still nothing. But now, you're a target. A crosshair is planted directly on your
forehead. And all I have to do quite frankly, is pull the trigger.

[mocks shooting]

RF: Its all falling into plan quite nicely Brady. Right, Russ?

[stops]

RF: Hell, what kind of name is Russ, anyhows?

[stops, just laughing at himself]

RF: Damn man, do you realize, that I just dont take you seriously, whatsoever? I dont deem you
any kind of threat. You're no one, Brady. You're the type of wrestler, that stands in my way
from stardom. A nobody. A slab of humanity, just wasting away. And Brawlin'...

[sighs]

RF: Just a chance for me to show the whole world, how much of a waste you truly are. A chance
for Ryan Faith, to discard you, and take his place in history.

Not you.

[shakes his head]

RF: No, never. Because you Russ Brady....

[snickers]

RF: It's time to test your faith.

[Fade]

DD: I'll tell you exactly what kinda of name Russ is!

JR: What kinda name?

DD: The name of a pussay!

JR: You care to say that when Russ gets down here?

DD: Riiiiiiiiight. I'm not stupid Jake.

JR: That has yet to be proven.

DD: Blow me.

JR: I'll pass.

DD: Oh, c'mon, like mother like son!

JR: [sighs] Weak.

DD: Whatever you say.

JR: Let's take this deadend conversation over to Antonio Hervez for the introductions to our
next contest!

[Cut to Hervez in the ring..]


AH: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. with a thirty meenute time leemit! [Pop!]
Introducing first..


*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG!!*






*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG!!*


[And with that, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica thunders on out throughout the Sand
Dollar Marina as the fans unleash a bigass FACE POP. A moment later Russ Brady stomps through
the curtains, but slows down to a walk as soon as he's in the aisle.]


AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds.. and he hails from Tulsa,
Oklahoma.. here is..


RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!


[Monster Pop! Instead of an angry grimace, Brady is has an indifferent expression as he slowly
walks to the ring, staring at his opponent. Brady is wearing blue jeans and a sleeveless black
tee shirt, as well as weathered brown boots. His hands are very heavily taped and his dirty
blonde hair hangs above his shoulders, not matted with sweat for once. He walks up the stairs,
wipes his feet on the apron, and ducks into the ring, raising a single fist into the air to an
eruption from the fans.]

JR: Scarily stoic expression on Brady's face..

DD: Yeah man, it's actually kinda creeping me out.


AH: And his opponent..


["God Hates A Coward" by Tomahawk blasts over the speaks as the GIW faithful get on their feet
and boo heavily.. as Faith walks out from behind the curtain to even more boos.]


AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 242 pounds.. and he hails from
Southborough, Massachusetts.. here is..


RYAN FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Big Time Heel Pop!]

[Faith walks slowly but purposefully towards ringside as a few fans try to take a shot at him..
a few cups whizzing past his head as he slides into the ring and locks eyes with the big man,
Russ Brady.]

JR: These two have been at odds for weeks, and now finally they get to take it to the ring, toe
to toe.. let's find out just who is the better man!

-------------------------------------------------
Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Singles Match!!

Russ Brady vs. Ryan Faith

Written By: Rob Christie
-------------------------------------------------


JR: Eli waves at the timekeeper...


[DING! DING! DING!]


DD: Let the slaughter begin!

[Despite Davidson's desire to see a thorough ass-kicking, both Brady and Faith actually take a
step back after the bell...each man observing the other, waiting for the first move to be
made.]

DD: What the hell?

JR: They're sizing each other up, Dirk.

DD: Come on, get a move on already! Let's see some fists a-flyin'!

[Brady and Faith begin to circle each other slowly...Faith feinting at Brady a few times, the
big Oklahoman returning the favor as Faith backs away. Finally, they come together in the
center of the ring and tie up.]

DD: They're wrestling! Isn't that illegal?

JR: Brady definitely has the advantage in this situation, he's taller than Faith and he's a lot
heavier to boot.

[Faith has no intention of staying in this position, however, as he quickly slips behind Russ
Brady and into a rear waistlock. Brady throws a right elbow back, then a left, but Brady
avoids them both, keeping his head just out of range. Finally, Brady's had enough and he locks
his leg behind Faith's, spinning around and applying a rear waistlock of his own. Faith fights
to escape it, but, for the moment, Brady is cinched in.]

JR: Brady reverses the waistlock into one of his own...the big man showing a surprising amount
of skill. I think we all expected him to come charging in, to just pound away at Faith, but
he's playing a smarter game instead.

DD: Brady isn't smarter than anything and you damn well know it, Rodgers.

[Brady still has the waistlock cinched in, but Faith manages to slip out of it, grabbing
Brady's arm and wrenching it back into a hammerlock, pulling up on the big man's arm
momentarily before kicking him in the back of the knee, sending Brady down to the canvas, the
hammerlock still applied. Faith quickly releases the hammerlock, however, sliding forward and
putting a side headlock on Brady, wrenching on his own arm to apply more pressure to the neck
of the big man.]

JR: Francois has to be careful here, that hold could turn into a choke in a second.

[Eli, however, can still slip his hand between Brady's throat and Faith's arm, so we know
that's not the case. Brady suddenly pushes his way out of the headlock...grabbing Faith's arm
and wrenching it up into the hammerlock position as the crowd cheers him on.]

DD: Have we slipped into the fucking Twilight Zone here? What's going on?

JR: We do work for Grand Isle _Wrestling_, you know, Dirk.

DD: Damn it, I want blood! I want pain!

JR: I think Ryan Faith _is_ in pain right now. Just because it's not a double somersault
Michinoku armbar doesn't mean it isn't painful.

[Faith is struggling to reverse the hold, to escape the grip of the bigger man, but Brady has
the hold applied soundly, and Faith's only escape is to drag himself and Brady forward, finally
snagging the bottom rope with one hand. Brady releases the hold and quickly moves back in, and
is met with a European-style uppercut from Ryan Faith! Brady stumbles back and Faith is
quickly to his feet. Brady quickly regains his senses and stops, staring at Faith, who shakes
his arm slightly, loosening it up again.]

JR: Ryan Faith lands the first shot of the match, bought himself enough time to get to his
feet...and now both men are circling again.

DD: It's hard to say who got the better of that exchange, and I'll be damned if I thought Russ
Brady had anything remotely resembling technical skill.

JR: Apparently you were wrong.

DD: Who says?

[Faith and Brady quickly close in on each other again, locking up in the collar-and-elbow
tieup. This time, however, Brady doesn't give Faith any room to breath, quickly muscling him
into the corner. Francois moves in to break the hold, and when Brady lets go, Faith quickly
slips behind him, kicking him hard in the back and snagging him by the hair, bringing him down
into a side headlock, wreching on the head and neck of Russ Brady.]

DD: Back to square one, Brady!

[Ryan Faith, however, isn't content with the hold, and tries to get a running start...Brady
locks down, however, refusing to be moved. Faith wrenches hard on his neck, then takes off,
leaping up for the bulldog -- but Brady, reacting quickly, catches Faith in the air and keeps
running, dumping him over the top rope and onto the floor! The crowd pops for the move as
Brady rolls his neck to get the kinks out.]

DD: Ack!

JR: Faith just got thrown over the top rope like a rag doll! That was one hell of a quick
reaction by the big man, and he might've just turned things around with that move.

[Faith is slow to get back up to his feet, shaking his head as he leans on the ring apron,
using it for support. Faith turns and looks in the ring, seeing Brady up and waiting. Faith's
lips curl in a sneer as he rolls into the ring -- as Brady charges in to stomp away, Faith
rolls out, laughing. He moves around to another side of the ring and gets up on the apron,
rolling in, and again rolling back out, laughing as Brady fumes. Faith turns his back on the
big man, yelling something at a particularly obnoxious fan --which turns out to be a mistake.]

DD: Break that up, Francois! He's pulling Ryan Faith's hair!

JR: Faith just got hauled up to the ring apron by his hair and --

[The crowd lets out a collective 'Ohh!' as Faith grabs Brady by the head and jumps off the
apron, snapping the Oklahoman's throat across the top rope! Faith is quick to slide into the
ring and nail Brady with a quick kick to the stomach, before hitting the ropes and driving a
stiff kick right into the side of Brady's head! Faith quickly hauls the big man up to his
feet, hooks him...and hits a big snap suplex! Faith holds on, hauling Brady to his feet...and
nails another snap suplex! He still holds on...rolls him over, picks him up...and hits a third
snap suplex! Faith gets to his feet, standing over the dazed Brady as the crowd lets out a big
heel pop for the sequence.]

DD: Finally! Impact!

JR: That was a hell of a suplex series from Ryan Faith, and I suspect he's nowhere near
finished with the big man.

DD: Are you kidding? Russ Brady turned on Faith, and now he's gonna pay!

JR: What the hell? Faith was the one who cheapshotted Brady, not the other way around!

DD: Bullshit. Brady said something really mean about Ryan's mom.

[Faith reaches down and pulls Brady up by his hair, hitting a stiff knee to the gut before
whipping Brady into the corner, charging in and hitting a big elbowsmash! Faith quickly rears
back as Brady stumbles out...and hits the rolling elbowsmash, knocking Brady back into the
corner! Faith spins him around, hopping up to the top rope, Brady secured in a side headlock
...then Faith leaps off, drilling Brady with a swinging DDT! He goes for the pin!]




ONE...









TWO...









KICKOUT!!



[The crowd pops for the kickout, but Faith isn't shaken, getting right back up and pulling
Brady to his feet, hitting him with a pair of stiff kicks to the ribs that double the big man
over...setting him up to get a big-time DDT from Ryan Faith! Instead of going for the cover,
however, Faith runs over and climbs to the top rope, stands up...and leaps from the top,
dropping a leg across the throat of Russ Brady! Faith smirks at the heel pop, then reaches
over and pulls Brady's leg up, staying on for the cover!]





ONE...









TWO...








KICKOUT!




DD: Damn it!

[Faith slaps the mat, briefly frustrated by the kickout, then gets up and right back to work...
wrapping a leg around the throat of Russ Brady, then hooking it down, completing the
figure-four sleeper! Brady tightens his legs, trying to cut off the circulation, and Francois
is down, asking Brady if he wants to give it up, the response being a resounding, "NO!".]

DD: Give it up!

JR: Faith has the figure-four sleeper locked on tight, but Brady's rolling from side to side,
trying to break the hold!

[Brady rolls to his left side, dangerously close to reversing the hold...but instead of getting
himself into a compromising position, Faith simply unlocks his legs, letting go of the hold,
quickly getting up to his feet and kicking Brady full in the face! The impact draws a
sympathetic pop as Faith picks the bigger man up, locking his arms around his waist...and
hauling him way up, driving him into the mat with a big-time powerbomb! Faith drops to the
mat, the effort tiring him, but quickly he shakes it off and pulls Brady up, shoving the dazed
Oklahoman into a corner. Faith steps back...and blisters Brady's chest with a knife-edge
chop!]

["WHOOOOOOOO!]

DD: What a chop!

JR: Faith pulls back...

["WHOOOOOOOO!"

DD: And hits another huge knife-edge chop! Those have to hurt like hell.

[Apparently so, as Faith reaches back, preparing to unleash another...only this time, Brady
grabs him by the arm and spins him into the corner, hitting Faith with a series of rights! He
hits a couple of lefts, drives his knee into the stomach of Faith, then reaches back, drilling
Faith with a huge right cross that knocks him over the top rope and out to the floor! The
crowd pops big time for the barrage, but Brady isn't giving Faith any time to rest, climbing to
the outside!]

DD: Where the hell did that come from? And why isn't Francois DQ'ing him for using a closed
fist?! Conspiracy!

[Brady quickly peels Ryan Faith off of the floor...then sends him flying into the guardrail
with an Irish whip! Brady walks over to the dazed Faith, pulls him off the guardrail, then
picks him up, dropping him jaw-first onto the guardrail! Faith is down on the floor, and Brady
yanks him up and slings him into the ring, quickly following, driving some stomps into the back
of the downed Massachusettes native!]

JR: Brady is taking over in this match, Dirk!

DD: This can't happen! I put a lot of money on Faith to win!

JR: Wait, you put money on something that's pre --

DD: Watch it, Rodgers.

[Brady stomps on Faith's back a few more times, then yanks the smaller man to his feet, sending
him into the ropes -- and crushing him with a huge lariat, flipping Ryan Faith head over heels!
Brady picks Faith up again, sending him into the ropes again...and he nails another big-time
lariat! Faith simply crumples to the mat, and Brady is quick to cover!]





ONE...








TWO...








THR -- KICKOUT!



[The fans groan in disappointment as Faith kicks out of the predicament. Brady, however, al
most looks pleased as he rips Faith to his feet, hitting him with a succession of rights and
lefts before sending him into the ropes again, then gorilla pressing him up into the air...
catching him with an Ace Crusher on his way down!]

JR: Did you see that? Faith almost went into the lights!

DD: Shut up, Rodgers! This is horrible...Faith's getting tossed around like a ragdoll!

[Brady doesn't go for the cover, he peels Faith up off the canvas, sends him crashing into a
corner...and charges in, crushing Faith with a huge avalanche splash! Faith slumps into the
corner, but Brady yanks him out, sendins him careening into the opposite corner...then charges
in with another huge avalanche! Brady yanks Faith out and locks him up, arms around his waist
...he hoists Faith up, spins around, runs -- and drops Faith with a huge powerbomb! Brady
stays down for the cover!]





ONE...








TWO...








THRE -- SHOULDER UP!



JR: Brady didn't have any weight on the shoulders of Ryan Faith there, and it may have kept him
from getting the pinfall that time, Dirk!

DD: I told you Brady was an idiot, Rodgers! You'll never pin Ryan Faith that way!

[The fans are buzzing, as they suspect Ryan Faith is about out of gas. Brady shakes his head
slightly, however, shoving Faith's legs away from him as he gets up, then locks in a rear
waistlock, pulling Faith to his feet, letting him stand momentarily before tossing him over his
head in a huge release German suplex! Faith comes crashing down on his head and neck, but
Brady isn't letting up! He pulls Faith right back up, cinching him up for what looks to be a
vertical suplex...but instead, Brady falls straight down, drilling Ryan Faith with a
brainbuster!]

DD: He's trying to break Ryan Faith's neck!

JR: Why not? Faith tried to break his!

DD: That was different, Jacob! Ryan was just a little angry!

[Brady looks like he's considering going for a cover, but he changes his mind and simply brings
Faith to his feet. The big man quickly locks one arm around Faith's waist, puts the other up
on his shoulder, lifts him up and brings him down to the mat with a crushing uranage!]

JR: He's going for the cover...Francois is down to count!




ONE...









TWO...








THREE -- KICKOUT AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT!!



DD: Fast count! Fast count! Get with it, Francois!

JR: That wasn't even a fast count...Ryan Faith just barely got out of that one!

[Brady stands up and shouts, "Hell with this...his ass is done!"]

JR: Brady motions over his shoulder and points to the turnbuckle...he's going for the Oklahoma
Stampede!

[Brady hoists Ryan Faith up to his shoulder...and takes off!]

DD: No, this can't happen! This can't --

JR: Faith slips off! He slipped out of Brady's grip! Brady stops and turns around --

[Big "OHH!" from the crowd!]

DD: He just took a huge Yakuza kick right in the mush from Ryan Faith!

[Faith quickly moves in, cinching the dazed Brady...and hoists him up overhead, dropping him on
his neck with a big head-and-arm suplex! Faith can't capitalize on this good fortune, however,
as he's still recovering from the pummeling he's taken in the match!]

JR: Ryan Faith just barely escaped the Oklahoma Stampede...if that had connected, he would've
lost the match!

DD: Now Francois is counting both men down...get up, Ryan!




ONE...









TWO...









THREE...









FOUR...









FIVE...



JR: Neither man has moved...and the crowd is starting to get upset.

DD: They don't want to see it end like this...and neither do I!

[Francois is looking at both men, who are moving...barely, but moving. Francois shakes his
head, as he has no choice but to continue the count!]





SIX...









SEVEN...



[Faith has rolled over onto his stomach...and he's pushing himself up to his knees. Brady is
laying on his side near the ropes, grabbing at them with one arm, trying to use them to help
himself up.]






EIGHT...




[Brady slips off the ropes, hitting the mat...]





NINE...




[Faith is up...and Brady sits up...right before Francois would've gotten to ten!]


JR: Ryan Faith is up, so is Russ Brady...and this match is gonna continue!

DD: Brady looks completely out of it, Rodgers! That Yakuza kick scrambled his brains...not
like there's much there to be scrambled!

[Brady is up now, his eyes looking somewhat glassy as Faith quickly moves in, kicking Brady
hard in the stomach, then sending him into the ropes. Faith bounces into the near ropes and
leaps up, drilling Brady with another harsh Yakuza kick! Faith grabs Russ Brady by the hair
and yanks him up, still shaking off a few of the cobwebs. Faith quickly snags Brady, however
...and he hits a wristlock Exploder!]

DD: What a suplex by Ryan Faith! Russ Brady is toast!

[The fans boo Faith as he stands over Brady briefly. The moment doesn't last long, however, as
Faith stomps on the back of Brady's neck three times, then hauls him up to his feet, dropping
down quickly to sweep his legs out from under him, then hitting a moonsault from the standing
position, putting Brady into a pinning predicament!





ONE...








TWO...







THRE -- SHOULDER UP!



[The crowd pops as Brady barely slips a shoulder up, and now Faith is starting to look more
than a little annoyed. He hauls the big man up to his feet and nails him with a pair of stiff
forearms to the face, causing Brady to fall back into the ropes. Faith hooks the arm of Russ
Brady, then short-arm whips him into a huge elbow to the face! Brady stumbles back, but Faith
is on him like a bulldog, hitting another elbowsmash, then spinning around and drilling Brady
with a huge rolling elbow! Brady stumbles back, the ropes pushing him back into Ryan Faith,
who scoops him up...and in an impressive display of power, nails a moonlight bomb! Faith
slumps across the shoulders of Russ Brady, Francois drops down to count the fall!]




ONE...








TWO...








THREE -- NO!



JR: Brady got a shoulder up! He got a shoulder up!

DD: God damn it! What does Ryan have to do to keep this fuckhead down?!

[Apparently he has no idea, as he gets up and grabs Francois by the shirt, yelling in his face,
indicating that the count was slow. Francois shrugs his shoulders and Faith turns away,
kicking Brady hard in the ribs. He boots Brady again, then picks him up, doubles him over,
hooks his arms...and he hits a big butterfly suplex! He quickly pulls Brady back up, hooks him
up for another butterfly suplex...but this time, he hits a tiger driver on the big Oklahoman,
staying down for the cover!]




ONE...







TWO...







THREE -- SHOULDER UP!



DD: Stay down, you stupid son of a bitch!

JR: Russ Brady refuses to lose this match...and Faith is up!

[Ryan Faith gets up and quickly draws one thumb across his throat, then pulls Brady up. He
hooks his arms, then hauls him back up and over his head...driving Brady into the mat with an
Aztec Suplex! Faith holds onto the bridge, and Francois gets into position...]

DD: Aztec Suplex! Brady isn't getting out of this one!






ONE...






TWO...





THREE -- KICKOUT!




DD: ARGH!

JR: Russ Brady kicked out at two and 15/16ths, and Ryan Faith is furious!

[The crowd pops huge for the toughness displayed by Russ Brady, and Faith is just getting
pissed off. He quickly picks Brady up and sits him up on the top rope, facing in, then climbs
up, hitting Brady with a pair of stiff forearm shots before bending him over, hooking his arms
over his head!]

JR: Oh my God...he's going for the Test of Faith!

DD: He'll drop him right on his neck on the outside...Brady's career will end in a heartbeat!
If we're lucky, he might even break his goddamn neck!

JR: That's disgusting! Faith doesn't care about winning the match now, he just wants to end
Russ Brady once and for all!

[Faith heaves upwards...but Brady blocks it! Faith tries again, but Brady is firmly
entrenched, and Faith loses his grip on Brady's arms! Brady is quick to pull back...then he
drives his fist into the Faith family jewels!]

DD: Cheapshot! Disqualify that man!

JR: Brady hits a low blow on Ryan Faith, and now Brady is standing up! He has Faith locked...

[Brady flips himself over the back of Ryan Faith, keeping a grip on his waist...and hitting a
_huge_ sunset flip powerbomb from the top rope to the mat! Francois is down to count the
pinfall!]






ONE...









TWO...










THREE!!!


[DING! DING! DING!]


DD: NO!

JR: Brady wins! He caught Faith in a big sunset flip powerbomb and he won the match!


AH: The winner of the match,,


RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[The crowd pops huge! as the big man gets back to his feet and raises his arms in the air..]

JR: What a huge victory for Russ Brady! What a stunning sunset flip powerbomb by the big man
from Oklahoma! Who'da thought Brady would or could bust out something like that?!

DD: I'm sure Faith didn't! Just look at him!

[Cut to Faith who is just shaking his head, eyes wide with shock still.. as Brady slips out of
the ring and starts to slap hands with the fans as he heads to the back.]

JR: What a war.. and there is nowhere to go but up for these two youngsters!

[Scene: The docks. Somewhere along the crowd of fishermen and...uhhh...fisher women, is a figure
that stands tall amongst these would-be masters of the sea. Yeah, that's right..."CLASSY~!"
Kendrick Lane. Kendrick's dressed in a black T-shirt that reads, "WTF?" on the front and a pair
of khaki shorts. He spots the camera, giving us the good 'ole double-click and point!]

KL: Awwwww yeah! Lane-o-vision is in the house!

[He does a double thumbs up!]

KL: In just a few hours, Lane-iacs the world over will finally watch as their hero triumphs
over that no good, obese...uhhhh...fat guy, City Jack!

[Kendrick nods to himself.]

KL: Uh huh...he cheated last time, ya' know. And that's just not kosher...that's not kosher at
_all._

[He frowns.]

KL: I mean, there's no way he'd actually beat me one-on-one, right? With that goofy
soul-sucking, mystical martial arts judo throw thingy. That's not right! Come on, now...you
know he had no chance against my superior skills. You've seen him...he's fat!

[Awkward silence.]

KL: And...uhhh...fat people aren't good at _anything!_

[...]

KL: Yeah. And uhhh...

[Kendrick pauses for a minute, not knowing what to say.]

KL: ...yeah, anyway...I'm going to win.

[He smiles.]

KL: Who's going to stop me? Reggie Calhoun?

[Kendrick rolls his eyes.]

KL: Pffffffttttt...what kind of name is Reggie? He sounds like the type that'd hide in
alleyways wearing a trenchcoat and exposing himself to little girls.

[Lane dwells on that for a bit.]

KL: As a matter of fact, I'm sure of it! Yes! Reggie Calhoun exposes himself to little girls!
*Sigh* And that, my friends...is about as unclassy as you can get. I'll be damned if I'm going
to let that pervert win. No...

[Kendrick lifts his head up high and smiles.]

KL: I'm going to be the new GIW Television champion. I'll finally give GIW a champion they can
be proud of! As your Class-ssiah...as the only shining example of integrity and decorum in this
stinkhole...I will prevail!!!

[He turns his head back to the camera.]

KL: YOU BET YOUR SWEET-ASS I WILL!!!!!

[As soon as the words escape his mouth, Kendrick gasps.]

KL: Dear god, what have you monsters done to me!?

[...]

KL: ANSWER ME, DAMNIT!!!!!!!

[All eyes turn to Kendrick, who stares back.]

KL: Wha?

[He massages his temples, trying to keep calm.]

KL: *Groan* Evil fat sorcerers, wifebeaters, and pedophiles...is *this* what GIW has to offer?
Is *this* the kind of garbage I have to deal with week in and week out? It's hard, folks. It's
soooooooooo hard to be a role model in this sea of sick freaks. But, I will win. Mark my words
...I *will* win.

[Suddenly, Kendrick perks up.]

KL: Because, try as they might, these deviants can't overcome one thing. They can't be what I
already am. My strength *is* their weakness! They will never...and I mean, _NEVER_ be...

[Dramatic pause.]

KL: ...CLASSY~!

[Fade out.]

DD: CCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYY!!

JR: Good Christ! Do you have to scream that everytime we see Lane?!

DD: Of course, he's the man!

JR: We shall soon find that out.. but first let's hear some comments from Reggie Calhoun!

[We open up on a plain black backdrop, and some grainy, shaky footage of GIW newcomer, Reggie
Calhoun.]

RC: City Jack! Kendrick Lane! It doesn't matter!

[Calhoun takes a deep breath.]

RC: It doesn't matter if you throw the whole damn company in front of me! It doesn't matter if
God himself descends into the ring! Nothing is going to stop me from walking out of this card
with that gold around my waist!

[He nods emphatically.]

RC: City Jack, you've already proven yourself to be just another sap, just waiting for someone
like me to come along and show it to the world. You're lucky I didn't kill you when I had the
chance, boy! But I didn't! Because I've got a point to prove -- that Reggie by God Calhoun is
_the man!_

[He pumps his fist in the air, and inhales deeply again.]

RC: And you, Lane?! You're a talented son of a bitch, I'll give you that -- I'll give it to
you! But you're no champion! You're no genius, baby! You're no Calhoun!

[That's right, he's not.]

RC: GIW, you're lookin' at your next Television Champion, and there's nothing anyone -- anyone!
-- can do about it!

[Fade.]

JR: Reggie Calhoun does not lack confidence, I'll say that much.

DD: I like this kid.. he's got the champion look and sound to him.. he's gonna be a champ here
real soon, perhaps even tonight!

JR: Oh, that's a joyous thought.

DD: Isn't it?!

JR: [sighs] And now let's hear from the real champion, our TV champ, city Jack!

DD: Damnit, I was loathing this time of the night!

[Scene comes to the late-night life at one the Grand Isle's better pubs - and one of City
Jack's favorites - the Cisco's Cajun Cantina. Being a cooler than normal night, not many
customers are sitting at the outside tables. There is that one burly, husky, and familiar
looking man sitting down with a pitcher of beer. Yes, CJ's enjoying the night before the big
event as he talks with some of the other patrons. They all give a hearty laugh as the camera
comes in closer to listen in.]

CJ: Now that there was one of the damnedest times I've seen! Whoo, it was something, I'll you.
But I'll tell ya'll this - I never gave up after that little mis-happen. Naw, I got right back
up, gave him some of my dukes and showed him that ya just don't do that to City Jack. Now sure,
in the end? I might've lost to the kid, but I showed him I could cut him up pretty good. In
fact I did just that a little later, but -

[Jack finally notices the camera and smiles.]

CJ: Ah, well, another time folks? Got a little business I gotta attend to here. You be there
this weekend, won't ya?

[The other customers nod as they disperse, patting the big Television champion of the shoulder
as they leave.]

CJ: Now don't you all worry about none of those tickets to this shindig down here. I'll get
them for ya in no seconds.

[Jack smiles and waves to the people as they all finally exit.]

CJ: Nice folks you got here, I'll tell ya. Bravin' a night like this to hear me talk and talk
and talk on for all my stories. Why they do it, I don't know, but it sure good to relive some
of them days up there in Liberty. But me, I can't be doing that this week, especially this
Sunday.

[Jack downs a bit of beer and gives a smarting face in the process. As Jack rubs his
beard-covered neck, he goes on.]

CJ: Thought ya had me there, Mister Calhoun? Flatterin' me, goadin' me on until I caved in to
give ya spot. Sure, you done your homework, ya know one of my weakness bein' that it's
compliments, but Calhoun?

[Jack shakes his head.]

CJ: Well, I don't know about that totally. I don't know ya done did all your homework on me.
That little stunt you pulled there with your clipboard was something people just shouldn't be
doing to a guy like me. You see, around here, with there good people, or out there in that
Marina ring performin' - I'm a nice guy. I'm an easy going, lively, full o' life and just fun
guy. But boy...

[Jack gives a slight shake of the head along with a whistle.]

CJ: You just done something I haven't had to be in quite a while there Calhoun. It's been some
time since I've wanted to take someone apart, make them hurt for some good time. You see, last
time I done feel this way was way back up there in Liberty, going against a guy much like
yourself there.

[Jack gives a grin.]

CJ: Yeah, Grant Stone his name was and he felt he was ever bit the cock o' the walk up there.
Said he'd been champion here and there, best there and best here. And he, like ya, made sure to
take me on at any opportunity, cleanly of dirty. I remember getting hit in the head with a
bell, a chair, sandwiched between them steps - about every dirty, low down trick his off mind
could think of, he done did to me. Many times I was left just lyin' there, blood drippin' and
the my head spinning. Every time...

[Jack shakes his head.]

CJ: Every time, I'll tell ya, he put some sort of different hit on me. But never, not once, did
he see it to meet me in the ring. No, he never wanted to get in there with me cause he knew me.
He knew what I could to a man when pushed to the edge there. I never done got my hands around
him to give him just what I thought. And that's where you fall short of ol' Grant there,
Calhoun. He knew to avoid me after proddin' me on. You...

[City Jack gives a wide smile as he sits back.]

CJ: Oh yeah, you didn't do enough homework on me. No, sir. Cause this Sunday, a little piece of
wood to the throat's what you'd be wishin' to get. You won't be staring at the same City Jack
you see here or you saw before you whacked my gullet. No, you'll see a big, round, ball of fire
tumbling right down your lane to burn and bulldoze you right down to the mat. I'm sure you'll
be hoping it'll be a quick three, Calhoun.

[Jack nods to himself as he gets down some more beer.]

CJ: Now I know you're not the only body in that match against me. No, I'm well aware of the
other windbag trying to get at my title. Yeah, I've done heard your words, Lane. I know you
don't like that you got drilled to the mat some months back in my first defense of my
Tel-e-vision title. And now you've probably got an even better chance at it, seeing how you'll
think I'll be too busy getting at Calhoun, right?

[Jack gives a sarcastic "oh sure" face & nod.]

CJ: Smart guy, getting in while it's good. Thing is there, Lane, is that this ol' sob's not
lettin' anyone named Kendrick Lane walk out of that ring with a title. This ol' sob's not
letting anyone named Reggie Calhoun leave that squared battle with a title. No, no, the only
living thing comin' out of that ring with a belt in hand is three hundred and nine pounds of
America's finest. That's what's going down there this weekend, I'm sure of that.

[Jack leans in as the some of the passer-bys give a hello to CJ.]

CJ: But to do that, I will have to have the fight of my life. Both of them cowards could gang
up on me, take advantage of the numbers, and steal my title away. With three guys, it's for
damn sure there'll be some holes to allow those suckers to get some weapons in there. I know
it, but I can't let myself get down with the odds. Naw, I've just got to go out there...

[Jack gives an assured-nod.]

CJ: And just do what I've always been doing. Give 'em the fight of their lives. Now, sure, to
do that, I've got to give them the fight of my own life, but that's somethin' that comes easy
to City Jack. Them two bugs, Calhoun and Lane, they'll be too busy bickerin' and cheatin' to
give a fight. So, sure, maybe the numbers aren't on my side. Maybe the rules aren't on my
side...

[City shakes his head in defiance.]

CJ: But no, I'll tell ya... I know I'm on my side and that just about evens everything up. The
desire? The will? It's all with this ol' sob and no one else. You can count that up four fold
if ya want.

[City Jack proudly nods. He then points at the camera.]

CJ: This Sunday, folks, this sunday. You all be there and watch what happens when City Jack's
gone to the edge and pushed to his limits... and see just how this champ can get it done.

[Jack nods once more and tips his cap to the camera as it fades out.]

DD: Thank God.. I thought he'd never shut the hell up.

JR: City Jack knows the odds and numbers are stacked against him tonight.. but he's as
determined as ever to successfully defend the belt that nobody has been able to take away from
him.

DD: He's gonna lose it tonight, he can't combat two men, no way in hell.

JR: Let's go to Antonio Hervez for the introductions and find out!

[Cut to Hervez.]


AH: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH [Pop!].. for
the GIW TELEVISION TITLE [Big Pop!!].. introducing first the challengers..


# I LOVE THE GIRLS AND THE MONEY AND THE SHAME OF LIFE... #

["The Shame of Life" by the Butthole Surfers begins playing over the PA system, and the crowd
responds with a mediocre heel pop as Reggie Calhoun saunters through the entranceway.]


AH: On his way to the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 220 pounds.. here is..


REGGIE CALHOUN!!!!


[Heel pop! Reggie's got a full head of blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a healthy tan, and
he's wearing an obnoxious glittery red robe and a white feather boa. He takes a few steps down
the aisle, pauses, and turns around a few times, posturing for the fans. At length, Reggie
struts his way down the aisle and ascends the ringsteps, entering the ring. He removes his
robe and hands it to one of the ringside attendants, and then moves into his corner and
finishes stretching out.]


AH: And his opponent..


[A voice rings over the PA system...]

Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!"

[And with that, "Lowrider" by WAR begins to play as we see "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane slowly
strutting his way out from behind the curtains. He's wearing a feathered fedora hat along with
a sleeveless red sequined robe over his wrestling attire. Bobbing his head to the beat of the
song in a completely unrhythmic sort of way, he begins to shake his shoulders and points his
fingers furiously as the trumpets blare, grooving towards the ring in a bizarre and foolish
looking sort of strut. The crowd begins to boo, because...hell, he looks like a damned fool.]

#Take a little trip...#
#Take a little trip...#
#Take a little trip with meeeee...#


AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 258 pounds.. and he hails from Syracuse,
New York.. here is..


"CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!!


[As if he didn't look stupid enough already, Lane stops in front of the ring apron to sing
along with his own theme music. With each chorus, he points to a section of the crowd...whom
begin to throw bottles and such at him. He pulls off his robe and hands it to the ringside
attendant, whips off his hat, and leaps onto the ring apron, where he...strikes a pose. He
steps through the ring ropes and struts around the ring some more, snapping his fingers to the
beat as the song mercifully...ends.]

JR: What an idiot!

DD: Simmer down Jake! This is our next TV champ you are talking about!

JR: Good lord, we can only pray not.

DD: Won't help!


AH: And their opponent..


[Chet Atkins' "Classical Gas" begins to play as the Marina crowd stands and cheers for the GIW
Television champion. City Jack strides on out to the top of the aisle and raises his title high
in the air for a couple extra pops. Jack looks ready to party here, wearing a "Liberty High"
t-shirt that's ultratight over his brown wrestling singlet, black boots, and with his black
stringy hair, neatly kept mustache & beard, and a smile. He points to the ring as he looks to
the crowd and nods furiously as he starts to get pumped and his body shakes & jiggles.]


AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 309 pounds.. and he hails from Liberty,
Kentucky.. and he is YOUR GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! [BIG TIME POP!!].. here is..


CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[City slaps a couple nearby fans' outstretched hands before coming up the ring. He slowly gets
his way up to the ring and in, where he hands the title to the ref and gives one last juke &
jive to the crowd.]
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Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Television Title Triple Threat Match

City Jack [c] vs. "Classy" Kendrick Lane vs. Reggie Calhoun

Written By: Jimmy Tits
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[The crowd cheers on as City Jack begins jukin' and jivin' as he always does. However, he
doesn't manage to notice Reggie Calhoun and Kendrick Lane discussing something together...]

JR: City Jack is jukin' and jivin' tonight...but it looks like Calhoun and Lane have got
something up their dirty sleeves!

DD: Damn straight they do. They're gonna win the TV Titles!

JR: There's only one TV title, Dirk.

DD: Well, um, I knew that. Hey, you know, as long as they beat the living crap outta City
Jack, I'm perfectly fine with that.

[City Jack turns around to take a glance at his opponents, only to be greeted with a double
clothesline from them! Heel pop!]

DD: There you go, boys! Kick 'em! Kick the fat bastard, Goddammit!

JR: Would you stop that? At any rate, it appears as if Lane and Calhoun have indeed joined
forces here in a two-on-one assault against City Jack here, as they're stomping a proverbial
mudhole in the TV champion --

DD: -- and what a huge, pretentious mudhole it is, huh, Rodgers?

JR: Oh, jeez.

[After laying in some hard stops into Jack's body, both Lane and Calhoun bring the big man back
to his feet and throw him into the ropes. As Jack comes back, Lane nails him with a dropkick,
knocking him down!]

JR: Nicely-placed dropkick by "Classy" Kendrick Lane there...and now, his, um, "partner" here
-- Calhoun -- drops a pair of elbows rright into the sternum of the champ!

DD: This plan is working out pretty well, don'tcha think, Rodgers? Jack is done for!

JR: Well, what about when someone tries to go for the pin? Only one man can become the
champion here, Dirk.

DD: Well...they'll make a compromise! Like, flip a coin or something!

[Uh-huh. At this point, to the crowd's chagrin, Calhoun and Lane drag a disoriented City Jack
towards the ropes, where Calhoun begins to just choke the life out of the man. Francois
attempts to stop Reggie, but to no avail.]

JR: For God's sakes! Calhoun is choking Jack on the ropes there, while Lane comes off the
ropes and --

[Heel pop! Lane makes an rope, throat, and ass sandwich.]

JR: This certainly isn't looking good for City Jack, folks...it hasn't looked good from the
get-go!

DD: Psh, you've gotta live with it, Rodgers. Accept the fact that City Jack is a loser for
tonight! Haha!

[The audience voices its disapproval as Kendrick Lane makes the cover over City Jack! Francois
goes down to count it...

ONE!















TWO!










THR--]


[Pop!]


JR: CALHOUN JUST PULLED LANE OFF!

DD: What?!

JR: Calhoun just pulled Kendrick Lane off of City Jack, and now, it seems as if these two are
having a tiff!

[Lane begins jumping up and down, basically having a hissy fit as Reggie Calhoun just looks on.
Suddenly, Calhoun just knocks the CLASSY~! one out of his boots with a clothesline!]

JR: Nice clothesline by Reggie Calhoun, absolutely knocking the wind out of Lane there!

DD: Dammit, Reggie! Why'd you have to ruin it for the guy? He almost became the champ! Let
'im be!

JR: It's every man for himself here, Dirk.

DD: Spare me the cliches, dingleberry.

[After a couple of hard stomps, Calhoun brings Lane to his feet and whips him into the ropes.
Lane comes back towards Calhoun...]



"THWWWWWAAAAAAAMMMMM!"



JR: Ooh! Spinebuster!

DD: Reg', watch out --



"THWAAAAAACKKKKK!"



[Huge face pop!]

JR: Metropill! Metropill from hell, courtesy of City Jack! He just damn near cracked Reggie
Calhoun's skull!

DD: Goddammit! Put that fat cow back down!

JR: Kendrick Lane is back up now, but he's in for quite a surp-

[Right before Rodgers can finish his sentence, Lane walks _right_ into City Jack, who grins
heartily.]



"THWWWWWAAAAAAMMMMM!"



[Huge that-shook-the-ring pop!]

DD: AUUUUGH! He just _crushed_ poor Kendrick!

JR: What a _huge_ powerslam by the TV champion, Dirk! City Jack has just taken out Reggie
Calhoun and Kendrick Lane, and this crowd is _heavily_ behind him!

DD: Oh, please. That's not going to last for too long. Just watch, Rodgers, just watch.

[The fans pop wildly for Jack as Lane rolls out of the ring, leaving Calhoun in there to take
the punishment from the TV champ. Calhoun gets back up, only to get grabbed by the hair by
City Jack...]

DD: Oh, no! Do something, Reggie!

[Heel pop!]

JR: Blatant low blow, dammit! Calhoun just kicked Jack in the unmentionables, and it's
unbelievable that Francois didn't do _anything_ about that!

DD: Well...Eli's kinda yelling at him, isn't he? That counts for something!

[After aformentioned low blow, Calhoun begins pushing Jack back with knifeedge chop after
knifeedge chop. For good measure, Calhoun then strikes Jack in the throat. Heel pop!]

JR: That was unnecessary, for crying out loud!

DD: I didn't see it...

[As Francois lectures Calhoun again, Calhoun simply ignores the elderly referee and whips Jack
to the ropes. Jack, however, reverses it and sends Calhoun into the ropes instead...]

JR: Calhoun comes back -- gets caught in a bearhug by City Jack! This could be the Metroboom
coming up, folks!

DD: That ain't gonna happen if Calhoun keeps punching Jack in the top of the head the way he is
right now!

[The crowd pops huge, hoping that Jack will attempt to hit the Metroboom, but hope slowly dies
as Calhoun continues to resist! Finally, Calhoun ends Jack's Metroboom attempt with the
ever-classic eye gouge.]

DD: Hehe. Greco-Roman eye gouge, baby!

JR: Calhoun went for the eyes, and now, Jack is dazed a bit; Calhoun comes off the ropes...and
clips the right leg of City Jack!

DD: That's a smart move right there, Rodgers; obviously, Calhoun's got the weight disadvantage
here, and he's going to keep Jack grounded!

[Booing rains down on Reggie Calhoun as he locks in a figure-four leglock!]

DD: Figure-four!

JR: Waitaminute -- Kendrick Lane is on the outside of the ring...and he just struck Calhoun
right in the throat with that forearm!

[Mixed pop!]

DD: Jue betcha!

JR: Uhm...Lane sliding back into the ring now and elbowdrops City Jack! He makes the cover!


ONE!













TWO!











THR-


[Pop!]

JR: Jack kicks out, though! It's not going to be that easy to put away the champion,
obviously.

DD: Oh, stop saying that! We know it's not gonna be that easy. Jesus.

[Lane shows obvious signs of frustration as he pounds repeatedly on the mat, thinking that he
indeed got the pin. Francois, however, keeps informing him that he didn't win. Lane begins
stomping a mudhole in Jack out of frustration...before going to the top rope?!]

DD: Uh-oh...Kendrick's gonna fly!

JR: Well, this'll be interesting.

DD: What's that supposed to mean?

[Lane clumsily ascends the turnbuckles, managing to trip along the way and damn near crotching
himself. The fans chant, "YOU FUCKED UP!", but obviously, Lane simply ignores them...and
celebrates a bit as he's finally reached the top.]

JR: Like I said, Dirk...[chuckling] this'll be interesting!

DD: So, what? Okay, so maybe he's having a bit of trouble here...but watch him _crush_ that
fatass!

JR: ...

[Finally, Lane leaps off the top with the ugliest frog splash ever seen...]







"THWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"






[...and _completely_ misses City Jack, who has rolled out of the way!]

DD: Ack!

JR: Tough luck for Kendrick Lane, who, um...attempted that sad frog splash and came up _very_
short!

DD: Stop taunting the man! It's all in the effort, dammit! Have _you_ ever tried a frog
splash?

JR: No, and I don't plan to, quite honestly.

DD: Alright, then! Hah!

[As Lane sells a pair of injured knees, City Jack stumbles back to his feet, picks up the
Classy One and locks him in a bearhug! Huge pop!]

JR: Could we see the Metroboom coming up here?

DD: Dammit, where's Calhoun?

JR: Jack has Kendrick Lane locked in that bearhug --











"THWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!"









[Huge finisher pop!]

DD: AAAAGH!

JR: METROBOOM! CITY JACK JUST HIT THE METROBOOM! IT'S OVER!

[City Jack goes for the cover over Lane!


ONE!



















TWO!




















THREE?!














_HUGE_ HEEL POP!]

DD: Thank the deities for Reggie Calhoun!

JR: Unbelievable! What a close call! Just as Francois' arm was going down for that
three-count, Calhoun just leapt in and made the save! The fans are not liking this at all,
Dirk...

DD: Of course. They're jealous of Reggie's mad skillz!

JR: ...

[The crowd hisses and boos at Calhoun, who struggles to pull himself back to his feet using the
ropes. At the same time, though, City Jack manages to get back to his feet, only to get hit by
a huge clothesline from Calhoun...which doesn't knock the big man down.]

DD: Uhh...run, Reggie!

JR: That clothesline from the 220-pound Reggie Calhoun _did not_ appear to phase the 300-pound
City Jack...and now, Calhoun appears to be begging off a bit!

DD: Psh. It's the ol' rope-a-dope...and that big piece of crap over there is indeed a "dope."

JR: I wouldn't underestimate City Jack, Dirk...just ask the men who've wrestled him. At any
rate, Calhoun tries to clothesline Jack _again_, but to no avail!









"THWWWWWAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!"







[Pop!]


JR: METROBOOM! Calhoun gets smacked right in the face and goes back to the outside...but this
time, City Jack follows him!

DD: Hey, wait a minute...are they coming over here?

JR: Why, thinking of running, Davidson?

DD: Uh...

[After shaking off the cobwebs, Calhoun spins around...only to be met with a City Jack
bearhug!]

CJ: This one's for you!






"SPLAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!"





[Pop!]

DD: Ugh!

JR: Hey, Dirk, that one's for-

DD: Yeah, I heard him!

[As Calhoun crumbles to the concrete, City Jack looks down at him. However, he doesn't yet
notice Kendrick Lane sneaking up behind him. The fans scream, trying to warn Jack, but...]











"CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!"










[Huge heel pop!]


DD: THAT ONE'S FOR YOU, FAT BOY!

JR: GOOD GOD! KENDRICK LANE JUST NAILED CITY JACK IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL
CHAIR!

DD: This is starting to look good, Rodgers. Very good...

[Lane throws away the dented chair, picks up Jack, and rams him headfirst into the opposite
ringpost, making for a sickening "splat" sound! Heel pop!]

JR: Ugh! Did you hear that?

DD: Yup, I did...and it was _great_.

JR: You make me sick.

DD: Good.

JR: Now, it seems as if Calhoun and Lane are starting to reform that little alliance they had
before, as they both toss the champion back inside the ring...

[Calhoun and Lane reenter the ring as well. They start discussing some kind of plan to destroy
City Jack, obviously, as they stand over his barely-conscious body.]

JR: What these two have in mind, I _don't_ want to know...

DD: Shut your mouth for a sec, Rodgers, 'cause Lane's giving City Jack a dose of Genuine Class!
Bwahaha!

JR: You've been waiting for a good moment to use that line, haven't you?

DD: ...yes.

JR: Kendrick Lane has that figure-four leglock cinched on City Jack, who is hurting like hell
right now...and here comes Reggie Calhoun with a _huge_ elbowdrop right into the sternum!

[The crowd pops heel again as Calhoun hits Jack with two more elbows as he's trapped in the
figure-four...obviously, it doesn't appear as if the champion will give in anytime soon.]

DD: Wait a second. If Jack taps out -- which he _will_ -- who's gonna win the TV title?

JR: Obviously Kendrick Lane, Dirk.

DD: Uh...hmm.

JR: Wait a minute, now; Reggie Calhoun just went to the outside and -- oh, no. He's got that
steel chair Lane hit Jack with!

DD: Aww, yeah...this'll get good and nasty!

[Calhoun cocks back the chair and takes aim at City Jack to a _huge_ heel pop...
















"CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!"












...but then slams it right across _Kendrick Lane's_ face! Mixed pop!]


"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: Goddamn, that looked like it hurt!

JR: Are you kidding me? Reggie Calhoun just crushed Kendrick Lane's head against the canvas
with that chair! And now, Calhoun makes the cover over Lane...


ONE!













TWO!












THR--


[FACE POP!]

DD: BWWHAAAT?!

JR: City Jack made the save, by God! An elbowdrop right to the back of Calhoun's head!

DD: How'd he get that burst of strength to do that? The guy just got the living crap beat out
of him!

[Calhoun slowly gets back up to his feet, holding the back of his head. Jack, meanwhile, grabs
the chair...]


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


[...and low-blows Calhoun right between the legs with one side of it! Pop!]

DD: DQ! DQ!

JR: Hey, I didn't see you whining when Lane or Calhoun hit Jack down South...

DD: That's because they actually _helped_ Jack. He probably didn't know he had any because of
all that blubber.

JR: Oh, jeez.

[With the crowd behind him, fueling him, Jack quickly incapacitates Calhoun with a single-arm
DDT! Pop!]

JR: Nice DDT by City Jack, who now makes the cover!


ONE!














TWO!











THR--


[Heel pop as Calhoun gets a shoulder up!]


DD: Damn you, City Jack, damn you! I've got money ridin' on this, you know!

JR: Don't you have money riding on _every_ match?

DD: Well, yeah. But I hate losing when it comes to these stupid City Jack matches.

[Jack pulls Calhoun to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Calhoun comes back and gets hit
by an elbow smash, courtesy of City Jack...however, Jack is blindsided by a barely-conscious
Kendrick Lane _again_ as Lane clips the knee!]

JR: Lane is somewhat back in the game now, as he takes out City Jack's weakened knee!

DD: Unbelievable. I can't believe the resilience of that man...

JR: Yeah, Jack's a fighter...

DD: Are you joking? I'm talking about Kendrick Lane!

[City Jack drops down to one knee, but he keeps trying to stand up. Lane, though, still
slightly dazed, locks a sleeperhold on the big man! Heel pop!]

JR: Lane, now, trying to put Jack out of commission with that sleeper. He's halfway there,
I'll give him that...

DD: C'mon, squeeze! Squeeeeeze!

JR: Like I said: you _are_ sick.

DD: Yeah, I know, I know...but this is City Jack suffering, for cryin' out loud! I can't help
myself!

JR: ...

[Jack begins to fade out as Lane continues to tighten the sleeperhold. The crowd chants,
"JACK! JACK! JACK!" Lane begins shaking his head nervously as Jack begins to stand up,
feeling the surge of energy from the crowd...]

JR: Looks like Lane's in trouble here...

DD: No, he's not! Shut up!

[As Jack begins standing up, though, Reggie Calhoun is back on his feet and begins nailing Jack
in the midsection with right hand after right hand!]

JR: Calhoun is hitting Jack with those gutshots --

DD: Like that'll do any good...'cause, you know, the gut and all...

JR: -- but Calhoun just got knocked on his ass by a Metropill! Amazing!

DD: What?!

JR: Jack backing up here...













"THWOOOOOCKKKKKKK!"






[Pop!]


JR: ...and sandwiches Kendrick Lane against the turnbuckle!

DD: Dammit! Why's he always doing this? You know...getting back up!

[Jack comes out of the corner and is greeted by a charging Calhoun, who gets knocked down by a
shoulderblock! Pop! Calhoun gets back up again, but Jack manages to catch him with a
clothesline, nearly turning the 220-pounder inside out.]

JR: Ooh! Nice clothesline by City Jack there, knocking the wind out of Reggie Calhoun! Jack
now has Calhoun again...and locks on a cobra clutch!

[Huge pop! Eli Francois gets in position to check on Calhoun, who seems to be fading out
rather fast.]

DD: It's a chokehold! Make 'im release it!

JR: Oh, please. At any rate, Jack is really cinching that cobra clutch in and he's putting all
of his weight on it, which obviously can't be too good for Calhoun, there...

DD: Ugh. _All_ his weight?

[As Jack begins swinging Calhoun back and forth in the cobra clutch, Lane pops out of the
corner and nails Jack in the back of the head with a forearm shot! Heel pop!]

JR: What a shot to the back of the champion's head by Kendrick Lane! Now, it seems the tables
have turned yet again, folks...

DD: Is it me, or is it that City Jack just can't keep his offense up for more than two or three
minutes?

JR: Well, it's kind of hard when you're supposed to be wrestling two other people at the same
time, Dirk.

DD: Yeah, but...[mockingly] IT'S CITY JACK~!

[Jack is phased by the shot...but not for long. Grimacing, he turns towards Kendrick Lane, who
immediately begins begging off. However, from behind, Calhoun attempts to schoolboy the TV
champ!]

JR: What's this? Calhoun attempting a schoolboy here, but Jack isn't going down that easily!

DD: He should've gone for the low blow, as per usual; that _always_ works, Rodgers.

[Suddenly, Lane _shoves_ City Jack...allowing Calhoun to go for the schoolboy cover?!]

DD: What the-?

[Francois goes down to make the count!


ONE!

















TWO!













THR-?!]


JR: LANE JUST BROKE THE PIN! HE REALIZED HE ALMOST HELPED _CALHOUN_!

DD: Wha- I'm just friggin' confused now, Rodgers!

[Jack clears the cobwebs a bit as Calhoun shoves Kendrick Lane, who still looks a bit confused
about what he did.]

DD: Aw, c'mon, guys! Don't bicker -- kill City Jack!

[The two nearly get into fisticuffs until they notice City Jack standing up. They trade
glances and attempt a tandem clothesline...but Jack ducks underneath it! Pop!]

JR: Jack just avoided that double-team from Calhoun and Lane...





"THWWWAAAAAAMMMMMMM!"




[City Jack pop!]

JR: ...and hits both of them with a clothesline of his own!

DD: Oh, great.

JR: Lane is back up, though, and Jack catches him with that bearhug!

DD: Rodgers, he's tried that Metroboom crap once before and it didn't work. What makes you
think this attempt is gonna work?

[It doesn't. That's because Reggie Calhoun comes in from behind and takes out City Jack's knee
to a nice heel pop.]

JR: Once again, Calhoun manages to take out that injured knee of City Jack...and obviously,
this man is on Jack's bad side ever since that clipboard incident.

DD: Does he looks like he cares, though? Hehe...that was pretty funny, though.

JR: And now, Calhoun's looking to lock on that Iron Cross finisher on City Jack...but Lane
obviously has a problem with that!

DD: Well, duh, Rodgers; he wants to win the Goddamn match!

[Calhoun and Lane begin a shoving match...until Lane sticks his hand out as a peace offering?]

JR: Wait a second...does Kendrick Lane want to make amends with Reggie Calhoun? That's- that'd
be illogical!

DD: Nah, it's cool! Watch Lane kick him in the stomach!

[Calhoun refuses Lane's handshake offer, though...and then sticks out _his_ hand? The crowd
seems to be confused, judging from their mixed pop.]

JR: I don't get it.

DD: ...

[Lane grins and is about to take Calhoun's hand...only to get kicked in the gut! Mixed -- but
mostly heel 'cause he clipboarded City Jack -- pop!]

JR: A kick to the gut from Calhoun...






"THWWWWAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!"




JR: ...and follows up with Amazing Grace!

DD: Ack! I had my money on Lane, dammit!

JR: Well, looks like another lost bet for you, Dirk, huh?

DD: Shut up!

[Calhoun quickly goes for the cover...


ONE!



















TWO!
















THR- FACE POP!]


JR: CITY JACK MADE THE SAVE!

DD: That greedy fat bastard!

JR: Jack makes the save...but now, Calhoun and Jack are entangled in a fistfight! Calhoun
traps City Jack against the ropes...

[As City Jack leans on the ropes, Calhoun takes a few steps back and attempts a clothesline...]




"SPLLLLLLLAAAAAAATTTTT!"




[Pop! Instead of hitting the clothesline, Calhoun gets chucked over the top rope and onto the
floor by the big man!]

DD: Shouldn't that be a DQ?

JR: We're not going by old school rules, Dirk.

DD: Well...Jack's bigger. Those rules should apply to his fat ass!

JR: In any event, Jack is going outside after Calhoun; obviously, there's some animosity
between these two competitors.

DD: It's not Calhoun's fault Jack broke his clipboard.

JR: What're you talking about?

[Jack picks up a dazed Calhoun, but gets nailed in the gut. Jack, however, fights back with
some right hands into the top of Calhoun's head...]

DD: Uh-oh...looks like Lane's going to get himself some action here.

JR: You've got that right -- Lane's on the ring apron. What the hell is he doing?

[The crowd buzzes as Lane takes a running start from the apron...and then leaps off, hitting
both Jack and Calhoun with a shoulderblock! Heel pop!]

JR: What the hell was that?

DD: Haha...Lane went LUCHA~!

JR: It's guys like him who really shouldn't try aerial maneuvers if they're going to look that
nasty.

DD: I'll tell him you said that.

[As Jack, Calhoun, and Lane are sprawled out on the concrete floor, the fans begin chanting
Jack's name, hoping that he can get up first and kick some ass. However, the noise dies down
as Calhoun -- who took the least of the brunt from Lane's "lucha" attack -- manages to pull
himself up using the guardrail.]

JR: Looks like Calhoun has won that race...and now, he grabs Kendrick Lane and tosses him back
into the ring!

DD: No, dammit! These two should be working together to take out City Jack!

JR: That doesn't look like it's happening, Dirk; Calhoun really wants to win that TV title, and
I think he's made the smart choice by tossing a weakened Lane in there...

[As soon as Calhoun gets into the ring himself, he immediately covers Lane with a lateral
press.


ONE!

















TWO!















THR-- HEEL POP!]


JR: No! Lane manages to get his foot on the ropes!

DD: Now, _that's_ good ring positioning right there.

JR: Something tells me that if City Jack did that, you would've called it the coward's way out.

DD: Yeah, but that's 'cause he's a fatass who should show us how damn good he is!

JR: ...

[Calhoun drags Lane into the center of the ring and drives several knees into the left leg of
Kendrick Lane. After that, Calhoun attempts a figure-four leglock...only to get kicked
chest-first into the turnbuckles by Lane!]

JR: Calhoun tried to go for the figure-four there, but it seems as if Lane knew what was
coming!

DD: Yeah...Calhoun's not just dealing with a dumb preppy in there. Lane's head is full of
smartness!

JR: Riiight. At any rate, Calhoun stumbles out of the corner there...and Lane crushes him with
a nicely-executed spinebuster!

[Heel pop! Lane stands up and circles around to Calhoun's legs, where he signals to the crowd
that he's going for the Genuine Class figure-four leglock...and cinches it in! Another heel
pop!]

DD: GENUINE CLASS, BABY!

JR: Lane has Genuine Class locked on Reggie Calhoun, who is flailing! Lane just might walk out
of that ring with the TV title!

[As Calhoun struggles in the leglock and deals with Eli Francois asking him whether he wants to
submit or not, Lane grins confidently...and lays in some bitchslaps as Calhoun leans forward.]

JR: Jeez, how disrespectful is that?

DD: It's not disrespectful, Rodgers. It's CLASSY~!

JR: ...

[The fans begin cheering loudly for some reason, and as a result, Lane thinks the cheers are
for him. However, he gets a big surprise when...]















"THWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!"








[...City Jack comes out of nowhere and hits him with a big splash! Huge pop!]

DD: WH-WH-WHAT?!

JR: CITY JACK OUT OF HELL WITH THAT BIG SPLASH! HE MIGHT'VE BROKE KENDRICK LANE'S RIBS!

[City Jack keeps his large frame on Kendrick Lane's body, allowing Eli Francois to make the
count...


ONE!

















TWO!













THREE?!







Heel pop!]


JR: NO! NEAR FALL, AS REGGIE CALHOUN MADE THE SAVE!

DD: This- this is insane! That fat bastard _always_ finds a way to ruin things for me! Aaah!
Kick his ass, Calhoun! Kick his stupid fat ass!

[Calhoun begins pushing Jack back with right hands and knifeedge chops, prompting a few,
"WHOO!"s here and there. As City Jack stands there, reeling, Calhoun rears back his arm...]

DD: Dammit, Calhoun should just go for Amazing Grace right about now!

JR: I agree with that sentiment, Dirk...however, Calhoun just tried to hit a lariat on Jack,
but Jack ducked it, and Calhoun struck Kendrick Lane instead!

[Face pop!]

JR: Calhoun doesn't look like he cares too much, but...

[As Calhoun turns around, Jack puts him in a huge bear hug! Pop!]

JR: Jack is attempting the Metroboom again...but will he be successful?

DD: No, dammit! No!

[Jack lifts...]

















"THWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!"












[CITY JACK-JUST-CRUSHED-'EM POP~!]

DD: Oh, God! If someone says, "he's not a player, he just crushes alot," I swear to God I'm
going to kill someone!

JR: City Jack goes for the cover!


ONE!

















TWO!















THREE!










[DING! DING! DING!]

DD: No, Goddammit! Aaagh!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!]


AH: The winner of the match.. AND STILL YOUR GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION..


CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!


[The crowd continues their monster pop as Referee Francois hands City Jack the belt.. City Jack
rolling out of the ring and then hoisting it high into the air at ringside!]

JR: What a huge defense for City Jack! Reggie Calhoun and Kendrick Lane tried to double team
him but in the end it backfired and cost them both their chance at the gold!

DD: They'll both be back!! One of them will take that belt!

[Lane gets off the mat.. and has now finally realized he's lost.. and he absolutely loses it!]

DD: Oh My! Lane just chased Francois out of the ring!! Lane is following after him!


[Heel Pop!]

JR: Lane stops.. [Thank!] and he just launched a chair into the crowd?! Who does he think he
is, Bobby Knight?!

DD: Lane is absolutely beside himself.. but look at Calhoun!

[Calhoun is up.. and just glaring dead ahead at City Jack who finally exits the entranceway..
Calhoun's scowl growing as he slides out of the ring.. and starts to stalk towards the back..]

JR: You gotta believe that the war between City Jack and Reggie Calhoun has just started..

DD: Calhoun isn't gonna lie d-


[Thunk!]


JR: And another chair thrown into the crowd courtesy of the temper tantrum of one Kendrick
Lane!

[And with that.. Lane starts to stomp off towards the back..]

JR: Thank God that's over..

[Backstage.]

[A door opens.]

"Surprised to see me?"

"No. I had a feeling you would not leave me until you got what you came for."

[The low and somber voice of the "Razorblade" Jake Cutler casts a surreal tone over the soft,
melodious whisper of Chimera Belle; the psychiatrist who fell victim to Cutler's heinous attack
last week. With his back turned towards us Jake lithely steps forward, slowly approaching
Chimera who remains seated, cross-legged, in the far corner of the room.]

JC: You have come a very long way to be rejected, Ms. Belle.

[Harshly, his words are spat out.]

JC: If this is the kind of "help" you offer, you will have to wait in line. I used to see
amateur psychoanalysts once a week in Brazil. Then I beat them mercifully and do not think I
will make an exception for you because you are a woman.

CB: [teasingly] I wouldn't expect you to make any special arrangements for little ole' me.

[As we cut to the front side of Jake who has made a fancy of wearing plain, sleeveless tees and
shredded denims, we notice his upper lip slightly twitching.]

JC: Cute. Now if you do not mind, my business for the evening is over and I was planning on
getting out of this rotting cesspool.

CB: Oh, but what's the rush, Jake? Another battle to wage? Another body to dispose of during
your in-ring temper tantrum and psychotic mental eruptions? The "great" Jake Cutler couldn't
possibly need another human to mane to feel good about himself, could he?

[Cutler's deeply-set black eyes roll back into his head.]

CB: Or is it...no, it couldn't be. It's just that - [playfully stroking her chin] could you be
preparing for an even bigger opponent, Jake? Possibly, oh I dunno...[quick pause] yourself?
You see I have reason to believe you're still at war with your inner self Mr. Cutler, you've
just learned how to hide it more skillfully over the years. You've come very, very far on your
own but there's only so much you can do without help.

[Long, heavy silence.]

JC: And...you mean to help.

CB: Helping people help themselves is my profession, Mr. Cutler - and I'm very good at what I
do. I can see your hurdles from angles that you can cannot, give you insights you may not have
considered. Think about it.

[She flicks several errant brunette strands from her face.]

CB: Peace of mind. Resolution. The going won't be easy, but I think we can put you back
together again.

JC: What's...

[Suspicious now, but not angry, he finishes his sentence.]

JC: What's in it for you?

[And for the first time Chimera truly smiles, not quite chuckling. She has done the unthinkable
and set the Razorblade at ease.]

CB: My doctorate. You're a pretty high-profile case, you know.

JC: So I am.

[Jake makes a moue, thinking.]

JC: Call me Ms. Belle. We shall talk.

[His tone is curt, and he gives a motion for the cameraman to stop filming. As the view fades
out, the eagle-eyed may see Chimera Belle... smile.]

JR: I'm glad to see Ms. Belle didn't get murdered back there.

DD: Me too, I wanna tap that ass before she is set out to pasture.

JR: dirk!

DD: Hey man, I can't lie.

JR: But what about this Jake Cutler.. he's a certifiable lunatic!

DD: Which is what you have to be to be able to withstand the crappiness that is Grand Isle,
Louisiana.

JR: Well.. it's almost time for our big [sighs] Three Way Dance between Dave Bryant, Bobby Ray
Wilkins, and Doyle Woodall..

DD: Rockin'!

JR: Woodall sure has his back against a wall here.. but you never know what can happen.. so
let's take you to Antonio Hervez for the introductions..

[Cut to Hervez.]


AH: This next contest.. is our THREE WAY DANCE [BIG POP!!]!! And it is going by elimination
style rules.. introducing first..


[Silence...then the sound of a loud cough is heard over the PA. A few people in the crowd
recognize it, and start to boo. Shortly after, a single word comes over the PA...]

#Bad...#

[From there, we launch full-on into Metallica's "Bad Seed", and a loud heel pop hails the
arrival of the "Doctor of Love", Dave Bryant. First, his valets step through the curtain...
Elena to the right, Shannon to the left. They both turn and point towards the entrance,
fingers curled in beckoning gestures...then the man himself steps through the curtain, arms
raised high in the air. The boos only get louder, which is fairly impressive given the size of
the audience. The song reaches it's chorus as Bryant puts his arms around the waist of each
valet, strutting down the aisle, the smirk plastered on his face.]

#Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Bit more than you need
Now you're chokin' on the bad seed
On the bad seed...
Ahh, chokin'!#


AH: On his way to the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 218 pounds.. and he hails
from Las Vegas, Nevada.. here is..


"THE DOCTOR OF LOVE" DAVE BRYANT!!!


[A big heel pop erupts as the trio reaches the ring, Elena and Shannon climbing up the
ringsteps and parting the ropes for the Doctor, who steps through, keeping one boot on the
middle rope so the ladies can step in easily. Dave makes his way to the center of the ring,
then holds his arms out to his sides. Elena and Shannon proceed to remove the black silk robe,
revealing a pair of royal blue tights, black kneepads, and black wrestling boots. The robe is
handed off to a ringside attendant as Bryant, Elena, and Shannon stand in the center of the
ring, the two women with an arm each around his waist. Dave simply grins, his arms folded in
front of him. After a brief pose, the ladies make their way out of the ring and Dave stretches
his arms out and rolls his shoulders, getting ready for action.]

JR: This guy really irks me to hell.

DD: He's great man, pure genius.


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. 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 enters the ring and heads to the corner, yelling a few more complaints at the crowd as he
waits for namely, one Doyle Woodall.]


AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 254 pounds.. and he hails from Houston,
Texas.. here is..


"VIOLATOR" BOBBY RAY WILKINS!!


[Monster heel pop!!! as BRW just scoffs at the crowd and looks at Bryant who smiles cockily..
then returning his eyes towards the entranceway.]


AH: And their opponent..


[Suddenly, the opening riffs of Thin Lizzy's "Jailbreak" fill the arena!]


AH: Now making his way to the ring...


[The entrance curtain splits and "Dirty" Doyle Woodall, clad in a baggy blue jeans and black
Wolverine work boots, makes his way out to the top of the ramp. The fans shower him with cheers
as Woodall, a cigar clenched between his teeth, makes his way down the aisle towards the ring
...]

### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ###
### Somewhere in this town ###
### See, me and the boys we don't like it ###
### So we're gettin' up and goin' down ###
### High and low, lookin' right to left ###
### If you see us comin' I think it's best ###
### to move away, do you hear what I say? ###
### From under my breath ###

[Woodall reaches ringside, stops to point a finger at and jaw with a fan at ringside, then
climbs up the steps and through the ropes into the ring...]

### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ###
### Somewhere in the town ###
### Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak ###
### So don't you be around ###
### Don't you be around ###


AH: ... from Las Cruces, New Mexico... weighing in at 270 pounds...


"DIRTY" DOYLE WOODALL!

[The crowd continues to cheer as Woodall, the cigar still clenched between his teeth, steps to
center-ring, grins wickedly, and throws both fists into the air! Bryant and BRW look on
suspiciously as Woodall then turns to face'em.]
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Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Three Way Dance!!

"The Doctor of Love" Dave Bryant

vs.

"Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins

vs.

"Dirty" Doyle Woodall

Written By: Ryan Duffy
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[DING! DING! DING!]


JR: And we're underway here, what started off as a West Texas Death Match is now a three way
dance between Dave Bryant, Doyle Woodall, and Bobby Ray Wilkins!

DD: Three very dirty wrestlers... this should be great!

[The three men stand around waiting for the other to make the move for someone. They slowly
circle around.. that is until Wilkins fakes a charge at Woodall, but instead hightails it the
other way out of the ring!]

JR: Wilkins is out of there already, and now Woodall looks like he wants to head after... No!
Club from behind by Bryant.

DD: Smart shot there by Bryant.

JR: Bryant with a pair of double axehandles and Woodall is up against the ropes. And now he
goes to work on the ribs of the bigger Woodall.. Bryant the smallest man in this match-

DD: That's not what the ladies say.

JR: Ha ha. Anyways, Bryant giving up the size here against Woodall and has opted to attack
from behind as Bobby Ray continues to refuse in the match.

DD: Well, Wilkins has that cast on his arm... why _should_ he have to fight?

JR: Because he signed the contract?

[As Bryant continues to attack Woodall in the ring, Wilkins walks around on the outside with
that cast on his arm, it doesn't seem like he's too anxious on getting back into the ring.]

JR: Bryant sets up Woodall for the ride here with a whip.. reversed by Woodall and now Bryant
is off the farside ropes... Woodall with the clothesline, no ducked under by Bryant!

DD: Good agility shown there by Bryant.

JR: Bryant off the ropes again, and he leaps for the cross body block.. No! Woodall dives under
and Bryant hits the mat hard!

[And with that smack Bryant is a little stunned getting back to his feet. Woodall slides back
up and quickly comes off the ropes just to drop the elbow across the back of Dave Bryant!]

JR: Woodall now back up to his feet after that shot, and he _again_ drops down the elbow across
the back of Bryant.

DD: Woodall living up to his name as Dirty, because those elbows are cheap.

JR: They're what?

[But just as Woodall is about to go for number three, Bobby Ray slides into the ring and hits
Woodall from behind with a double axehandle of his own!]

JR: Wilkins from behind and now he's going right after Doyle Woodall with some shots.. Woodall
up against the rope.. wait, what's Wilkins up to here?

DD: Looks like a side headlock to me.

JR: And he drags Woodall face first across the ropes! Woodall in pain here, but it looks like
Wilkins is now shouting out to Dave Bryant..

DD: Bobby Ray playing the numbers game here against his rival.

[Bryant is up and the two begin to go to work on Woodall up against the ropes.]



_CHHHHHHHHOPP!_



[Backhand by Wilkins.]



_CHHHHHHHHOPP!_



[Backhand by Bryant.]



_CHHHHHHHHOOOOP!_



[Another backhand by Wilkins.]



_CHHHHHHHHHOOOOP!_



[Not to be outdone, another by Bryant! And the crowd lets these two have it, because they
_really_ don't like either man.]

JR: The double team by Bryant and Wilkins here. These two are really taking it to Doyle
Woodall here..

DD: You see, this is smart. Since it's not a first pin three way, you can afford to just take
out one guy. In this case, Wilkins is getting away with his rival.

JR: Wilkins and Bryant now with the double team whip as they send the big Las Cruces native
into the ropes... both men drop down a little bit...







_SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMMMMM!_






[A good negative pop for that move!]




JR: And Bryant and Wilkins have just pancaked all two hundred and seventy pounds of Doyle
Woodall onto that mat! They sent him high into the air and dropped him down...

DD: The teamwork here is flawless.

JR: Figures.

[Woodall tries to get back up, but once again Bryant and Wilkins are there to meet him half way
up. The two again back him up against the ropes with some quick shots and soon they set him up
with the double whip into the farside ropes...










_SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_ _SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_






[MASSIVE POP!]



JR: WOODALL COUNTERS WITH THE DOUBLE DDT! BOTH BRYANT AND WILKINS DROPPED THEIR HEADS AND
WOODALL COUNTERS!

[Woodall is back up to his feet and he awaits for one of his two opponents to get back up.
Bryant is the first one up and he staggers from the effect off of that DDT he got hit with.]

JR: Clothesline by Woodall on Bryant! And Bryant goes down again! Wilkins is back to his feet
and there's a clothesline by Wilkins.. No! Woodall ducks under that one... the go behind, he
picks up Wilkins and _drops_ him with an atomic drop!

DD: And everyone in the arena with a pair of nuts just cried out in pain! Woodall with the
cheap shot there...

JR: Cheap!?

[Wilkins acts as if he just got shot in the ass by a gun, and hops around. However, Woodall is
waiting for him to turn around in his direction...






_SLLLLLLLLLAMMMMMMMM!_




[BIG POP FOR THAT MOVE!]




JR: SPINBUSTER BY DOYLE WOODALL ON BOBBY RAY WILKINS! AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE COVER HERE...




ONE!














TWO!









[Damn!]





DD: No! Wilkins is able to kick out of that one.

JR: Two count there, but Bobby Ray still has plenty left in the tank.

DD: Annnnnd, he's fighting hurt.

JR: If you're talking about the cast, then we still have yet to nail down what exactly the
injury, if there is one, is.

DD: He hurt his arm, doi.

JR: ...

[But this has given Bryant plenty of time to get back up behind Woodall, as Doyle starts to
stand back up to his feet. Bryant leaps towards Woodall, but Woodall seemingly is waiting for
Bryant! Woodall with the gorilla press...









_SLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_








[Pop from the crowd.]




JR: And Doyle Woodall Gorilla Presses Dave Bryant right onto Bobby Ray Wilkins!

DD: Use of a foreign object! Use of a foreign object! Foul!

JR: Wilkins rolls out of the ring in a whole lotta pain. Woodall back to the attack here on
Dave Bryant as he brings him back up to his feet and tattoos him with a right hand! Bryant
backs up into the corner after that one..

DD: Woodall is using every underhanded tactic in the book tonight.

JR: Woodall now with a handful of hair here, and slams Bryant into the turnbuckle head first!
Here comes number two...

[And the crowd chants along with the turnbuckle smashes.]


TWO!




THREE!




FOUR!



FIVE!



SIX!



SEVEN!



EIGHT!



NINE!



TEN!


[And there's a huge pop as he finishes off number ten and Bryant's head out of continues to
bump itself into the turnbuckle a few times, before the Doctah starts to stumble around the
ring.]

JR: And Woodall is taking Dave Bryant's ass to the woodshed here!

DD: That's not a good thought.

JR: Woodall scoops up Bryant here from the side... SIDESLAM! And he drives Bryant's back right
into the mat!

[Wilkins is back up in the ring, but he doesn't go for Woodall.. oh no. Wilkins gets right
into the face of Referee Eli Francois and begins to complain about his arm and that it was
hurt.]

JR: And while Bobby Ray is bitching, Woodall is going for the cover on Bryant!

DD: I don't think he's doing that on purpose, his arm is _really_ hurt!

JR: Woodall is to his feet and he has his eyes locked in on Bobby Ray Wilkins! He wants him a
piece of Bobby Ray right now..

DD: And look! Bobby Ray has stopped complaining and he looks like he's going to kick ass
against Doyle Woodall here.

JR: Here's the lock- no! Bobby Ray takes off and high tails it out of the ring! They didn't
even lock up and Wilkins is already running for his life. But I think Woodall has had enough
of these antics from Bobby Ray and he's going after him!

[Exactly. The chase is on the outside of the ring as Bobby Ray runs around the ring, followed
closely by Doyle Woodall. The crowd certainly wants Woodall to get his hands on Wilkins..]

JR: Bobby Ray running for his life here..

DD: Wouldn't you!? Woodall looks nuts! You never know what's he's going to do once he gets his
hand on you.. Run sucka run!

JR: Oh! And Bobby Ray falls to the ground here, it looks like he's pointing to his knee in a
lot of pain here.

DD: Time out! Time out!

[Woodall slows down, seeing that Wilkins is holding his knee near the corner of the ring.
Doyle cracks a twisted smile and quickly flips up the apron of the ring, searching under it for
something.]

JR: This can't be good for Bobby Ray... Wilkins has... A CHAIR!

[Big pop from the crowd as Woodall holds the chair high into the air.]

DD: You can't do this! This is wrong! A man is hurt!

JR: I don't think Doyle Woodall cares much about it...

[Woodall makes his way over towards Bobby Ray, who is still holding his knee as if it were just
ripped. Woodall raises the chair high up with both hands as it looks like he just wants to put
one shot on Bobby Ray that's going to put him out for good here. The crowd cheers him on, as
they are out for blood against Bobby Ray!]














[Dammit Pop!]


JR: Wilkins goes low on Woodall! A kick to the groin..

DD: Nizzuts!

JR: Yeah, those too. Wilkins is back to his feet here...

DD: Bobby Ray was just playing possum about the hurt knee. He tricked Doyle Woodall with that
one, and now he's going to pay!

JR: Bobby Ray has the chair in hand.














_SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_














[OH WHAT A POP!]






JR: AND BOBBY RAY COMES DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF DOYLE WOODALL WITH THAT CHAIR SHOT! WOODALL IS
SILL ON HIS FEET THOUGH!

DD: That's not a good thing when Bobby Ray is around!

JR: Bobby Ray lifts the chair up again..


















_SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_











[ANOTHER BIG POP!]













JR: AND THAT CHAIRSHOT SENDS WOODALL UP AND OVER THE GUARDRAILING!! AND LOOK AT THAT CHAIR
THAT BOBBY RAY IS HOLDING!

DD: He bent the sonofabitch!

JR: Woodall is out and now Bobby Ray is sliding back into the ring here.

[Wilkins holds the chair high into the air showing off to the crowd on how sweet he really is.
However, he seems to have forgotten that Dave Bryant is still in this match. Bryant sneaks up
from behind...]

JR: Dropkick to the back of Bobby Ray's head! Wilkins stumbles forward and tumbles through the
ropes to the floor below..

DD: As much as I like Wilkins, I gotta admit.. that was pretty cool.

JR: Where is Bryant going here? He's heading to the.. to the top rope?

[Indeed he is. As Wilkins stumbles back up to his feet Dave Bryant, to the encouragement of
his valets Elena and Shannon, climbs to the top rope and waits for Wilkins to turn around...










_CRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSH!_













[HUGE POP FROM THE CROWD!]










JR: DAVE BRYANT SOARS THROUGH THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A FLYING BODY PRESS ONTO BOBBY RAY
WILKINS! BOTH MEN HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT HERE!

DD: Now that was pretty damn cool too.

JR: It doesn't look like either man is going to get a chance to recover here, because Doyle
Woodall is back and he's headed right towards them.

DD: Oh, _he's_ still in the match.

JR: Woodall with a handful of Bobby Ray Wilkins' hair and he just tosses him back into the
ring. Wilkins was just dead weight on that one, and now he picks up Dave Bryant and tosses
_him_ into the ring as well... both of them look like they're out cold.

DD: Well, they have been wrestling this entire time and Woodall has been taking a breather.

JR: Um...

[Woodall goes to climb back up into the ring, but he is stopped by both Elena and Shannon as
they both try and distract Doyle. With one foot on the ring apron and one foot inside the
ring, Woodall turns to start to talk towards both of Bryant's valets. This gives time to Dave
Bryant to get back to his feet.. Wilkins pulls himself into a corner and more or less tries to
cover up.]

JR: Bryant again from behind on Woodall with that double axehandle smash. His valets certainly
giving Bryant the upperhand here..

DD: That's so cool to have women at your beck and call.. and he doesn't even have to beat them
like others in GIW.

JR: Will you knock that off?

DD: I didn't name names!

JR: Bryant now bringing the stunned Woodall back into the ring and pushes him up against the
ropes, there's the whip into the farside... no reversed by Doyle Woodall and Bryant goes flying
into the ropes..

[Doyle drops his head as Bryant comes off of the ropes, Bryant leaps up grabbing the head of
Woodall in the process. They spin in the middle of the ring and Dave Bryant drives the skull
of Woodall right into the canvas!]

JR: Swinging DDT by Dave Bryant and he just took out Doyle Woodall.

DD: Dave Bryant has been a star in some of the biggest federations in wrestling, this guy knows
how to get the job done.

JR: Bryant looks like he's gonna go for the pin, but Bobby Ray Wilkins is up from behind and he
takes a couple of shots into the lower back of Dave Bryant!

[Bryant stumbles forward, but turns around rather quickly. Wilkins goes for the lariat with
his cast arm, but Bryant ducks under it and now he leaps up grabbing the head of Wilkins..
planting him into the mat!]

JR: And there's another DDT by Dave Bryant! What's he doing here?

DD: It looks like he's dragging Doyle Woodall on top of Bobby Ray...

JR: It's not a pin attempt here as Woodall lays back first onto the stomach of Bobby Ray
Wilkins.. Dave Bryant heads towards the ropes, and is he going up top?

DD: I think so!

[Bryant leaps up to the top rope and stares down at the pile of his opponents. In one motion,
Bryant leaps off...












_THHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUD!_










[BIG MOVE POP!]




JR: WOODALL MOVED! WOODALL MOVED! AND DAVE BRYANT JUST FROG SPLASHED BOBBY RAY WILKINS!

DD: No!

JR: It looks as if Bryant hurt his ribs as he connected with that massive frog splash, and now
Doyle Woodall hooks the leg of Bobby Ray for the pin!


ONE!




















TWO!
























THREE?






















[Disappointment Pop!]










DD: WILKINS KICKED OUT!

JR: Somehow, someway, Bobby Ray Wilkins was able to kick out of that pin at the last moment.

DD: Thankfully, Eli Francois has one of the slowest counts in the history of wrestling or this
one would have been down to just Doyle Woodall and Dave Bryant.. and we can't have that!

JR: Tell us how you really feel, Dirk.

DD: Hey, it's true.

JR: It doesn't look like Doyle Woodall is all that happy with the count, but he's not about to
take his eyes off of his opponents here. Bryant is back up and Woodall goes right after him
with a quick pair of vicious backhand chops!

[Bryant backs up under the attack, Woodall goes for the bodyslam, but Bryant is able to block
and turn it into a small package! Eli Francois slides in for the cover...

ONE!


















TWO!


















THRE-








JR: Kickout by Doyle Woodall but that counter by Bryant was able to get him for two and a half.
Dave Bryant isn't trying to out power either of these two, he's going to use his speed to his
advantage.

DD: And the fact that he has something neither of these two have.

JR: What would that be?

DD: Two hot chicks.

[Bryant complains about the count, but he turns his attention back towards Woodall just as he
is about to get back to his feet. Bryant goes in for the double axehandle shot, but Woodall
hits a back elbow shot right into the chest of Dave Bryant.]

JR: Bryant went to the well one too many times and Woodall was able to see that axehandle
coming from a mile away. Woodall back in charge here with a quick pair of backhand chops.

DD: I thought that count was slow myself, by the way.

JR: Woodall hoisting a very stunned Dave Bryant up onto his shoulder here... this can't be good
news for the Doctor of Love.
















_SSSSSSLLLLLLLAAAAAMMMMMMMM!_
















[Big move pop from the crowd!]








JR: RUNNING POWERSLAM BY DOYLE WOODALL AND HE JUST WIPED OUT DAVE BRYANT WITH THAT MOVE!

DD: But he's not going to get the chance to go for a pin, because Bobby Ray Wilkins is back on
his feet..

JR: Wilkins charges in for the attack here on Woodall... But Woodall is waiting for him and
sends Bobby Ray over the top rope and to the floor below!

[Big crowd pop as Wilkins crashes onto the concrete.]

DD: That's gotta be illegal.

JR: Doyle Woodall is now headed to the corner ropes. What does he think he's doing here?

[Woodall climbs up to about the middle rope and holds out his fist as he stares at Dave Bryant.
Woodall jumps...












_THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUD!_















[Huge sized crowd pop~!]







JR: FISTDROP FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE BY WOODALL! HE BURIED HIS FIST RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF DAVE
BRYANT AND NOW THERE'S THE COVER... THIS COULD BE ALL SHE WROTE FOR BRYANT!





ONE!





















TWO!














THRE-










DD: That was damn close, but Bryant was able to kick out. Incredible.

JR: Indeed that was very close, but Dave Bryant still had something left in the tank and was
able to kick out of that one.

[Woodall is in a little bit of shock, but he doesn't get the chance to complain, because Bobby
Ray Wilkins pulls him out of the ring by his legs! Bobby Ray quickly takes Woodall by the head
and flings him into the guardrailing!]

JR: Wilkins from behind again taking the advantage on Doyle Woodall here..

DD: That's the second time that Woodall has taken a breather on the outside! This isn't fair!

JR: Wilkins pulled him out, Dirk.

DD: And? He could still get back into the ring.

JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins back in the ring and he's got with him that bent up steel chair that he
used earlier.

[Bobby Ray throws the chair to the mat and goes right after Dave Bryant, who is still
recovering from Woodall's attack. Wilkins picks up Bryant onto his shoulder and looks to slam
him down onto the steel chair...]

JR: Bryant is able to slip out of the fireman's carry by Wilkins...

DD: He's a sneaky one.

JR: Wilkins turns around and now Bryant tries to pick up Wilkins in the fireman's carry here,
he's got him up... could this be Bryant's Sin City Driver?

[Wilkins is just too big for Bryant and Bryant isn't able to get Wilkins up into the air before
Bobby Ray is able to squirm out himself. Bryant turns around, but before Wilkins is able to do
anything to Dave Bryant...












_SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAM!_











[WHOA!]





JR: Out of nowhere comes Doyle Woodall and he yanks Bobby Ray Wilkins' feet and Wilkins hits
the chair face first in the ring!

DD: Doyle Woodall is such a cheap shot artist. He needs to be disqualified or something...
this is insane.

JR: As opposed to using a fake cast, right?

DD: Right... I mean, wait that's a legit injury to the arm of Bobby Ray Wilkins!

JR: Uh-huh, sure.

[Woodall climbs back into the ring, but he doesn't go after Dave Bryant. Instead Woodall
points to Bryant, and Bryant heads outside the ring and starts to slowly climb to the top rope.
Woodall scoops up the dead weight that is Bobby Ray Wilkins and quickly slams him back down on
the mat.]

JR: This can't be good for Bobby Ray Wilkins!

DD: Dave, don't team up with Woodall! That's wrong!

JR: Bryant takes flight....












_SSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAM!_















[HOLY CRUD POP!]
















JR: 450 BY DAVE BRYANT! 450 SPLASH ONTO BOBBY RAY WILKINS! AND BRYANT LOOKS LIKE HE HAS HURT
HIMSELF HERE AFTER THAT MOVE AS HE IS UNABLE TO MAKE THE COVER!

DD: Ok, that was pretty sweet right there.

[Bryant starts to roll to his feet, but he's still shaken up a little after that move. This
gives Woodall the perfect chance to slide in and try to take the pin on his heated rival.]

JR: Woodall with the cover..

DD: Thief!


ONE!
















TWO!






















THRE-











[WHAT THE FU- POP]




JR: Dave Bryant just broke up the pin! Woodall had Wilkins covered for three fall and Dave
Bryant just went ahead and saved Bobby Ray Wilkins.

DD: Well, when you pull off a hell of a move like that 450, and someone like Doyle Woodall just
goes ahead and tries to steal _your_ pin, well... you tend to get a little pissed off.

JR: But that would have eliminated Wilkins.

DD: There's something more than winning-

JR: I never thought I'd hear you say that.

DD: Damn, you're right. What the hell am I saying!?

[Woodall gets back up to his feet after being pulled off by Dave Bryant. And boy does he
looked pissed, well that would be an understatement. Woodall spins around and immediately gets
right into the face of Dave Bryant. But Bryant is right there as well, and he too is yelling
into the face of Doyle Woodall.]

JR: And these two are now exchanging some _very_ heated words.

DD: Looks like the team that formed just a few moments ago has fallen apart quicker than a
meeting at Enron.

JR: Indeed it does and now they are shoving each other..

[The exchange continues, and all the while Bobby Ray Wilkins pulls himself back to his feet and
props himself up using the ropes. Woodall and Bryant continue, and then Bryant goes for the
rabbit punch, but Woodall blocks it!]

JR: Woodall with a right of his own and that backs up Bryant against the ropes. Woodall goes
for another shot, but Bryant counters with an eyerake!

DD: That's what Woodall gets for being a bully!

JR: Bobby Ray Wilkins is stalking around to that side of the ring, he's in the corner.. they
need to keep an eye on him.

DD: Dave Bryant is winding up for something here...

JR: This could be his Call me in the Morning!
























[BIG POP FROM THE CROWD!]




JR: NO! WOODALL DUCKS UNDER THE SUPERKICK ATTEMPT BY DAVE BRY-





















_THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUD!_
















[MEGA HEEL POP FROM THE CROWD!]














JR: GOOD GOD! BOBBY RAY WILKINS CAUGHT DOYLE WOODALL IN THE EYE WITH A CAST ASSISTED LARIAT!

DD: And we've all seen what shots to the eye in GIW can do!

JR: Woodall is out cold here and Dave Bryant just slumps to all fours as Bobby Ray Wilkins
hooks the leg of Doyle Woodall.. this could be it..



ONE!
















TWO!















THREE!





[DING DING DING!]


JR: And we are now down to Dave Bryant and Bobby Ray Wilkins here!

DD: Who to pull for? I'm so confused!

[A very hurt Doyle Woodall rolls out of the ring, leaving just Bryant and Wilkins there. Both
men take this chance to get that last second breather before they have to go toe-to-toe once
more.]

JR: Bryant back up to his feet, just as Wilkins is.. the two look ready to duke it out once
more.

DD: I'm going to flip a coin here..

JR: They start to square off, slowly circling each other.

DD: Call it in the air.

JR: There's the lock-up and Wilkins is able to get to the advantage with a quick side headlock
here... Bryant trying to escape, but with no luck.

DD: It's heads.

[Bryant and Wilkins back up against the ropes, and Bryant is able to slip out of the sidehead
lock by sending Wilkins into the farside ropes with a whip.. more like a push, but you know
what I mean!]

JR: Wilkins off the ropes and here comes Bryant...







_THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUD!_








[BIG MOVE POP!]



JR: Flying forearm by Dave Bryant and he just leveled Bobby Ray Wilkins! Bryant is headed to
the corner here.. but he's not climbing.. he's waiting for Wilkins to get back to his feet.

DD: This could be the end for Wilkins!

[Wilkins gets back up to his feet.]

JR: Bryant going for the Superkick....
















_SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_









[POPPAGE!]








JR: CALL ME IN THE MORNING CONNECTS! BRYANT HITS THE SUPERKICK!

DD: But Wilkins is smart enought to roll to the outside here! There's going to be no pinfall
here.

JR: Wilkins is safe on the outside of the ring.

[And just then, there is a loud murmuring amongst some of the members of the crowd. That is
when a very large man hops the guardrailing. The man has a bottle black beard and shaggy long
black hair, he wears a pair of blue jeans which are covered by black leather chaps. He also
wears a black leather trenchcoat which has a flame pattern on one of the arms and on the other
sleeve spells out "DEATHRIDE" in white script.]

DD: Who the hell is that?

JR: That's... that's... JOHNNY BLACK!

DD: Johnny Black!?

JR: Yes.. I wasn't expecting him to be here either. But he's about to make his presence known
to Bobby Ray Wilkins!

[Wilkins doesn't seem to notice that behind stands Johnny Black. Enough though the crowd
buzzes, Wilkins probably thinks it is for him...]

DD: Turn around Bobby Ray! Turn around!

JR: That might not be a good thing!

[Wilkins turns around and in charges Johnny Black, not giving the man a second to react...

















_SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_














[HOLY SHIT POP!]







JR: BLACK MASS! BLACK MASS! THAT RUNNING LARIAT JUST CAUSED BOBBY RAY WILKINS TO DO A FULL FLIP
IN THE AIR BEFORE HE CRASHED DOWN!

DD: What is this guy doing here!? And why is he attacking Bobby Ray!?

[Black picks up the dead weight that was once called Bobby Ray Wilkins and tosses him back into
the ring. He doesn't follow, but instead opts to start searching under the ring for
something.]

JR: Dave Bryant doesn't know what to make of this, but Wilkins has just been destroyed in front
of his eyes and this could be the easiest pin his career!

DD: You sure that wasn't Mike Sebastian?

JR: Bryant hooks the leg and goes for the pin...




ONE!
















TWO!
















THREE!







[DING! DING! DING!]


AH: The winner of the match..


"THE DOCTOR OF LOVE" DAVE BRYANT!!!!!!!!!!!


JR: And Dave Bryant, who wasn't he supposed to be in this match has pulled off the victory with
a big assist going to Johnny Black.. who has set up a table on the outside of the ring?

DD: I think Black is going to rub some salt into the wounds of Bobby Ray Wilkins
here...

[The crowd lets out a vicious MIXED POP! as Black rolls into the ring.. the big Texan rolling
to his feet.. as Dave Bryant smiles the mile-wide smile.. as he eyes down the shocking presence
of one Johnny Black!]

DD: Cahoots! SCWA lives on with the duo of Johnny Black and Dave Bryant! Rejoice!

JR: These two may end of being one helluva alliance, I'll give 'em that! And just look at
Bryant, that cocky bastard is loving this!

[With that Bryant walks up to Johnny Black.. grabbing his arm and raising it into the air to A
MASSIVE ROUND OF BOOS!!]

JR: Sickening! I don't like nor plan to like Bobby Ray Wilkins any time soon.. but he just got
royally screwed by this new fo-


[MONSTER POP!!!]


DD: WHAT THE HELL?!

JR: DAVE BRYANT JUST TRIED TO PULL AWAY BUT BLACK IS HOLDING THAT HAND STILL!

[And then Black instantaneously launches a boot into the gut of Bryant doubling him over.. to
another MONSTER POP!!]

JR: BLACK HAS BRYANT AT HIS MERCY AS HE PUTS THE DOCTOR OF LOVE IN A STANDING HEADSCISSORS!!
HE DOUBLE UNDERHOOKS BRYANT'S ARMS AND LIFTS HIM HIGH INTO THE AIR!!!

[And then he turns.. walking over to the nearside ropes where the table is set at ringside..
as he whips Bryant down..



..down..



..down..



CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!]



["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]

DD: JESUS CHRIST!!

JR: SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE!! SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE FROM THE RING THROUGH A TABLE AT RINGSIDE
JUST OBLITERATED DAVE BRYANT!! ALL IS WELL, ALL IS WELL!!! THE FANS ARE GOING ABSOLUTELY
NUTS!!

[Black simply stands in the ring, head down, chest working like a bellows as one angry breath
follows another, muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching in the very portrait of
not-so-suppressed rage. Antonio Hervez, heedless of the sheer violence settling about the big
man, wanders up and nudges him, causing Johnny to pull his eyes from the wreckage that was, by
parts, Dave Bryant and the ringside announce table. The big man looks down at the little man,
arching a single brow in question as he's offered Hervez' omnipresent bottle of Cuervo. With a
roll of his heavily-muscled shoulders, Black accepts, reaching down to grab the bottle in one
hand, then straightening and draining fully a third of it in a single, breathless pull, much to
Antonio's wide-eyed awe.]

[He pulls the bottle from his lips, dragging the side of his forearm across his lips, and
exhales heavily, in a manner reminiscent of a bull before the charge. He cops another quick
pull from the bottle, before returning it to the diminutive Latino, and Hervez grins at the
huge Texan, before offering him the mic. Black shakes his head, but the midget ring announcer
nudges the mic towards him again, and with a decidedly "What the hell..."-esque gesture, Johnny
snags it from him and raises it to his lips, dark eyes blazing as he looks out over the crowd
before returning his gaze to Bryant. His voice is deep, but smooth, just a slight note of
growling undercurrent that, combined with his looks and build, would seem to suggest that he's
not exactly the least popular man in the world with the ladies... and probably not the most
popular with the ladies' boyfriends.]

Johnny: Stupid, sleazy-ass has-been... think I dunno what you are, Bryant? Forget who broke me
into this business, bitch? Think I came out here out of the goodness of my heart, to help you
add 'nother undeserved notch to your belt?

[He barks a dark, unpleasant snarl of pseudo-laughter, and continues.]

Johnny: Whenever your ass wakes up, old man, you remember this moment. Remember it real damn
good... 'cuz you step up to that plate again, I ain't gonna be satisfied with knockin' the kink
outta your geriatric spine... next time- if there _is_ a next time, an' there better god damn
well not be- I'm gonna rip your neck out from under your empty-ass skull, an' take your head
home to use as my 'fficial Corona mug, Bryant. An' we both know there ain't a god damned thing
you can do 'bout it, either... so enjoy your nap while I 'ttend to the other piece of dead meat
out here.

[The badass Texan turns his attention to the fallen form of the erstwhile Violator, where he's
managed to roll himself out to of the ring and slumps, semi-conscious and cradling his neck on
the concrete floor ringside, all the while Hervez nodding in seeming approval, in between
nursing his diminished bottle.]

Johnny: An' you, Wilkins? The FUCK were you thinkin', boy? Christ... draggin' your sorry ass
out here, callin' yourself the baddest Texan there is? Hypin' up that weak-ass flailin'
whatever you call a lariat? Lemme ask ya somethin', Bobby Ray... how come I ain't hearin' ya
runnin' your yap now? I mean, you're the baddest Texan there is, right? Biggest, hardest
sumbitch to claw your way outta the Lone Star state, right?

[Black smirks, but it's all cold menace and infernal hatred, no mirth whatsoever in his dark
eyes.]

Johnny: Right?

Well, consider tonight a li'l lesson for you, too, bitch, 'cuz I will break your god damn
spine, ugly up that goat-lookin' face of yours, an' dent up your forehead 'til they have to put
you in a home for the rest o'your unnaturally born life just to keep ya from eatin' your own
shit an' the crayons beside, before I'll let you claim big dog honors from _my_ state.
You understand that, Bobby Ray?

[And again, that black, unpleasant near-laugh.]

Johnny: Hell... I ain't even sure you can hear me right now... but somebody'll play you the
tape, or tell you 'bout it, or just 'splain to you why you're feelin' like a dead man an'
holdin' your head at an angle.

[Johnny looks around at the crowd, who are cheering rather loudly by now, and, in truth, the
big Texan looks a bit stunned by the reaction, and not a little confused. It's pretty clear
that fan support isn't something he's used to, nor sure how to deal with... but, ultimately, he
just shrugs, apparently deciding to just let the people do whatever they're going to do.]

Johnny: Both you sorry sons o'bitches, an' any o'you froggy-feelin' motherfuckers sittin' in
back, thinkin' 'bout talkin' shit 'bout the state o'Texas... pay real god damn close 'ttention
to what happened tonight... because from now on, you feel like runnin' your mouth?

Your ass gonna is gonna be goin' for a ride...

[With that, Black turns and tosses the microphone, underhand, to Hervez, who catches it rather
well. The two men share a quick nod, and then Johnny steps over the top rope and out of the
ring, hopping down to the floor. He starts to walk towards the back, pauses, turns around to
nail BRW with a hard stomp to the fingers curled protectively around his neck, a purely
spiteful gesture, and then turns and walks to the back, still seeming a bit nonplussed by the
cheers of the GIW fans.]

DD: Dayumn! Johnny Black means business!

JR: Fans, what a night! Johnny Black has made his presence known, and he's absolutely laid
Dave Bryant and Bobby Ray Wilkins to waste! And now .. now it's time for our HUGE main event..
so while the ring attendants take down the ropes and put up the barbed wire..

DD: and pick up the table scraps and allow Bryant and BRW to awaken..

JR: That too.. while that is happening let's take you to some words recorded a little while
ago.. from the man who will face Leviticus Nelson in just a few moments.. that man being "Bad
Eye" McBaine.

DD: Our soon-to-be champ!

[Blackness... ]

Voice: Though you may not believe it Leviticus... I have but only one final story to tell....

[Suddenly a single lightbulb hanging from the nothingness flickers on to reveal the large,
scarred naked back. With each slow, deep breath, its back raises a lowers almost as if the
figure is laying in wait... much like a predator after its prey. The jet black, stringy
rat-tails from its head move slightly as the figure turns just enough for a large black eye
patch to be made out hidden beneath the matted hair. He is "Bad Eye" McBaine... and he speaks
again...]

McBaine: To tell the truth... it is not so much a story... as it is merely an observation of
life to which I feel the need to pass on to you, Leviticus...

[McBaine pauses for just a moment...]

McBaine: Have you ever watched the hunt of the lion...

The hunt of the lion of, let us say... an elephant or two... more so... a mother elephant and
her child.

[The muscled back of flesh raises and lowers as a deep breath is taken.]

McBaine: The lion watches from afar for quite sometime, just until he sees the perfect moment.
Not the moment to strike both elephants down in a flurry of crimson and torn flesh...

No no no...

He waits for the moment when the child has fallen behind just enough as it attempts to walk on
its own... so that when his strike finally does occur... the mother is still barely in range to
hear its child's shear screams of terror and death...

[McBaine begins to chuckle to himself.]

McBaine: Sadistic little ones, aren't they Leviticus?

[With each short burst of laughter the rat-tails atop McBaine's head flutter in the air.]

McBaine: I know what you are thinking now, Leviticus. You are saying that the lion is as much
as a coward as I am...

You see the supposed 'King of the Jungle' as merely a bully... taking pot-shots at a prey which
may hold the possibility of defending itself _IF_ the lion met the child head on...

But see Leviticus...

That's exactly where you have become lost once more...

[McBaine flexs his back causing the muscles beneath his skin try and escape their fleshy
prison.]

McBaine: As we continue to watch the dance of survival play out, we notice something very
interesting...

We notice that the lion's 'cowardly antics' have not killed the child... but has merely rised
its ire. Its screams and thunderous calls of frustration soon call the mother to its side...

A fact to which the lion knows full well will happen, for that is the reason why he has let the
child survive...

[McBaine pauses again.]

McBaine: So as the mother charges to the aid of the child... her eyes blinded by rage and
worriment for her child...

Her pride and joy...

Her reason for living life itself...

[McBaine raises his right arm, exposing a rather large gash around his elbow as he slowly
crushes some non-existent object in his fist.]

McBaine: She soon finds her throat torn to shreds by the teeth of their stalker....

[McBaine lowers his arm as he body shakes violently trying to capture the laughter.]

McBaine: By this time... the lion has moved on just enough... the mother's blood covers the
plains however she has 'saved' her child... and they too begin to move on...

But before the sun may set...

The mother drops to the ground... a mere shell of the 'savior' or 'warrior' she just was...

Grief striken, her child stays by her side... never knowing what next to do in his life...

[McBaine cocks his head to one side.]

McBaine: Worry begins to set in...

Rational thought which the child had used in the past for survival, now becomes non-existent...

And guess who suddenly appears in the picture once more...

[McBaine slowly turns around finally to face the camera. His lips slowly contorting to form a
devilish grin.]

McBaine: That's right... and in mere seconds... the lion is feasting like the true king he
is...

[McBaine runs his hand up and over part of his face to reveal his eye patch.]

McBaine: Draw any similiarites, Leviticus?

You being attacked in and out... nothing enough to do anything but bruise your ego and alter
your perception of 'redemption'?

Your 'mother' trying to come to your rescue?

[McBaine begins to laugh again under his breath as he slowly holds up a crimson stained chain
next to his face.]

McBaine: Don't believe it all yet, Leviticus? Is there still room for doubt in your mind that
the one you turn to for guidence... the one you owe your life to... _IS_ leading you to your
final end?

[McBaine begins to wrap the blood-stained chain around his fist as he brings it close to his
lips.]

McBaine: Maybe if I was in your position... I would still be blind too...

After all what evidence does a madman like myself hold?

Only that Defay has been reading twisted stories in order to prove his trival points?

Or maybe it's just Defay's 'trendy' new eye wear?

[McBaine slowly runs his tongue over the chain... tasting the salty pain of another man life.]

McBaine: It is time for the final lesson, Leviticus. And in this moment it will _NOT_ be only
for you to see and know...

No no...

It will also be for all who enter this federation under the assumption that my name is one to
be brought to the hilt only to receive the clapping of the masses...

[McBaine's one good eye looks intently at the camera as the second slowly multiply.]

McBaine: Prepare yourself Grand Isle Wrestling...

For your first HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION shall be crowned tonight...

But most of all...

Prepare yourself Leviticus...

[McBaine's eye drops from the camera as his matted hair hides his face once more.]

McBaine: For you've wandered the plains for way too long...

[McBaine begins to laugh manically as his arm swings out and smashes through the hanging
lightbulb, plunging the room into darkness.]

McBaine: And now the sun is about to set...

[Cut back to ringside.]

DD: He's focused, primed, and set for destruction Jake!

JR: There is no doubting the danger that "Bad Eye" McBaine presents whenever he steps into the
ring.. but tonight he faces a man that has fought toe to toe with him showing no fear..
absolutely _no_ fear towards the man or his legacy.

DD: After tonight.. he will.

JR: We shall see.. we truly shall see. And just like that.. the ropes of barbed wire have have
put in place.. so let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the final introductions of the evening..
for the fight we all have been eagerly awaiting..

DD: A duel.. perhaps.. to the death.

[Cut to Hervez who is standing in the ring of barbed wire.. the wire seems to have been hastily
put together but it shall serve it's purpose as the fans of the Grand Isle all stand on their
feet awaiting the intros.]


AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!


[MONSTER POP!!!!!]


AH: And it is a BARBED WIRE ROPES MATCH [HARDCORE POP!!].. FOR THE VACANT GIW HEAVYWEIGHT
TITLE!!!!


[HOUSE ROCKIN' POP!!]


AH: Introducing first..


[A drum beat followed by a deep reverberating sound of a guitar is suddenly heard throughout
the Sand Dollar as a tormented voice speaks...]

## Where do I take this pain of mine? ##
## I run but it stays right by my side... ##

[With that a MASSIVE HEEL POP ignites over the crowds as Metallica's "Until it Sleeps" flies
into full force. A single hand, covered in a fingerless black glove and black electric tape
slowly pulls apart the curtain to the back.]


AH: And now coming to the ring.. standing six feet six inches tall.. and weighing in at 302
pounds..


[The curtain is finally shoved aside as the figure that was opening in finally steps through.
He is dressed in a black tank top, jeans and thick steel-toed boots. His jet black, stringy
matted hair hangs loosely trying to hide his face but two features can be readily seen... a
blackish grey stubble covering his face and a large black eye patch shielding his right eye.]


AH: He hails from the Valley of the Blind..


[Almost on cue the man known as "Bad Eye" McBaine steps out into the isle, scars mapped onto
his body and a sadistic grin to his face.]

DD: Look at him!! THAT'S OUR FIRST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

JR: He certainly looks ready I will admit that, but I am sure that this will NOT be a walk in
the park for McBaine.

DD: Are you kidding me?!?! Do you see what McBaine has in his right hand??

[With that the camera zooms in on McBaine as he raises a single fist into the air. The crowd
erupts in a BIG HARDCORE POP as they realize that McBaine's fist is dressed in the same blood
stained chain which took the sight of Defay two weeks ago.]


AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. here is..


"BBAAAADDDDD EEYYYEEEE" MCBAINNNNNEEEEE


[As McBaine slowly makes his way to the barbwire roped ring, he brings the blood stained chain
to his lips and tenderly runs his tongue over it.]

JR: Now that's just COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR and UTTERLY SICK!!!

DD: And THAT'S the EXACT reason why he's our FUTURE CHAMP!!!


AH: And his opponent..


["Bad Blood" by Sepultura kicks up, as Leviticus Nelson begins his slow walk to the ring to a
MONSTER FACE POP!! In front of the giant, walks his "handler" Bobby Joe Defay, with an
arrogant, yet attentive smile on his large face.. but looks different as he sports a huge
bandage over one eye. 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 eye, and heads towards
the ring. As the song continues, Leviticus steps up over the top strand of barbed wire, and
enters the ring.]


AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 397 pounds.. and he hails from Lufkin,
Texas.. accompanied to the ring by Bobby Joe DeFay [Pop!].. here is..


LEVITICUS NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Another rippling face pop as Defay slowly walks up the ring steps, stopping at the top step,
as Leviticus looks back and nods slowly, yet again. Leviticus 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 his nemesis, "Bad Eye" McBaine.]

DD: He better pray! That's his only chance of survival tonight!

JR: Go get yourself a piece Nelson, redeem your mentor!


-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brawlin' On The Dock Of The Bay: Heavyweight Title Barbed Wire Ropes Match!!

"Bad Eye" McBaine vs. Leviticus Nelson

Written By: Mike Gilliland
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------


[DING DING DING!!!]


JR: And there is the bell, over three long months these two have waged wars.. and tonight
business will be finished in this ring of barbed wire!

DD: A career may end as well, this is a serious, serious type of match.

[McBaine elicits a heel pop as he does a throat slashing gesture at the giant.. who scoffs and
charges at the Bad Eye!]

JR: Lunging haymaker right,ducked by McBaine! And into th-, no! Nelson stopped himself from
going right into the barbed wire.. McBaine spins the big man around! Big right! And Another!
And an, [Pop!] blocked by Nelson! And now it's Nelson firing back with huge overhand lefts
that are staggering McBaine!

DD: These two purely hate each other.. this is going to be beautiful!

JR: Irish whip by Nelson.. incoming!!

[The crowd buzzes.. but then starts to boo as McBaine does a slide stop as he reaches the
barbed wire ropes, effectively stopping himself from hitting the barbs.]

DD: McBaine has come prepared!

JR: McBaine back to his feet as he dives towards the big man! Left by McBaine! Right by
Nelson! Left! Right! Left! Right! [Boo!] Big rake to the eyes by McBaine.. irish whip and there
goes Nelson..

DD: Time to tear so-, damnit!

JR: Nelson with his own slide stop before the barbed wire! It's gonna take more than a simple
irish whip to get these men enveloped in barbed wire!

[The crowd pops as Nelson gets back to his feet and waves a finger at McBaine.. in which
McBaine flips him the bird to a heel pop!]

JR: These two have the barbed wire ropes match well scouted.. and we all know how well they
know each other, this is definitely the feeling out period of our contest.

DD: No sheeit?!

JR: Shaddup.

DD: No time for love Doctor Jones!

JR: What?!

DD: Beats me.. seemed funny to say.

JR: Both men back to the middle of the ring.. as they circle each other now.. both men putting
a hand out as McBaine slaps the hand of Nelson away.. kick to the mid-, caught by Nelson!
Nelson spins the Bad Eye around.. _huge lariat, ducked by McBaine! The giant turns back
around..

[Thud!]

DD: And a huge diving lariat floors the monster, Leviticus Nelson!

[Both men climb right back to their feet.. as McBaine lunges in with a boot to the stomach that
doubles over Nelson.]

JR: McBaine with a front chancery.. looks like he's gonna go for a DDT, [Pop!] but it seems
like Nelson is fighting it!

DD: Damn this oafish punk!

JR: Nelson lifts! [Thud! Pop!] And a big inverted atomic drop has McBaine out on his feet..
doubled ov-


[THWAP!!! POP!!!]


JR: And what a big boot to the bridge of McBaine's nose!! That absolutely floored the man from
the Valley of the Blind as he rolls under the bottom strands of barbed wire and to the floor!

DD: McBaine needs to regather his thoughts.. good move by the future Heavyweight champion!

JR: I can't disagree with the tactic at all.. last thing you wanna be is at the mercy of your
opponent while in a ring of barbed wire.

DD: Exactly.

[Leviticus Nelson is done waiting though.. as he climbs over the top strands.. as McBaine takes
his attention away from Nelson and locks eye to eye with Bobby Joe DeFay.. McBaine snickering
as he starts to close in on Nelson's handler.]

JR: Oh, give me a break! Hasn't he done enough to poor DeFay!

DD: Apparently not!

[The fans start to boo madly as he picks up the pace towards DeFay.. who trips and falls on the
floor while backpedaling.. McBaine only a few feet in front of DeFay..]


[Pop!!]


JR: Nelson!! He spins McBaine around! Big right! And another! And another! Irish whip!


[CLUNK!!]


JR: And hard into the steel goes McBaine! My oh my did McBaine hit that guardrail with some
impact or what?!

DD: I think he dented the damn thing!

JR: And look at Nelson smirking.. he's sizing up McBaine here as he charges!

[Nelson chugs towards McBaine..]

JR: Running boot, [Heel Pop!] but McBaine moved out of the way! Nelson effectively just
crotched himself on that guardrail! And McBaine is wasting no time..


[Monster Heel Pop!]


JR: What bastard! He just pushed Antonio Hervez right out of his chair!

DD: Nobody fucks wit da Hervez!

JR: You said it! But nevertheless.. McBaine has that chair gripped firmly in his hand as
Nelson is still just hung out to dry..

[McBaine winds up.. and unleashes with that chair..]


[CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!]


JR: Oh my! What a chairshot to side of Nelson's face! That just put Nelson back into ringside
and perhaps into dreamland!

DD: For sure.. did you hear that shot?! My god.. McBaine putting everything he had into that
one!

JR: But he doesn't look like he's done as McBaine stands over Nelson who is kneeling on all
fours..


[CRACK!!]


[CRACK!!]


[CRACK!!]


[CRACK!!]


DD: YES!!

JR: Dear lord! Four monster chairshots square to the back of Nelson finally put the big man
facedown on the concrete! And finally McBaine tosses that chair away..

[The camera pans in on the chair.. which is now just a broken piece of metal.. as the crowd
boos for McBaine who starts to administer boots to the downed Nelson.]

JR: McBaine slowly lifting the monster back to his feet as McBaine grabs his by the head..
[Heel Pop!] it looks like he's gonna drive Nelson's head right into the bottom strands of
barbed wire?!

DD: Rock on with yo bad self!

[McBaine attempts to slam Nelson's face into the barbed wire.. but to the crowd pleasure,
Nelson puts his hands on the apron and braces against it..]

JR: Yes! Nelson blocks! And a big left elbow to the stomach.. and another releases McBaine's
grip! Nelson with a hold of McBaine now as he rolls him under the bottom rope! Leviticus
wants to bring this back into the ring of barbed wire!

DD: What an idiot. McBaine has been a step ahead of him so far.. what makes him think it'll be
any different their second time around in the ring?

JR: Gut feeling? Or maybe.. a little payback!

DD: Doubtful, chumpstain.

JR: Nelson back into the ring now as McBaine rolls to his feet.. as they engage in.. well..
quite an ice cold staredown!

DD: The tension is building rather quickly here man..

JR: You can say that again. The right side of Nelson's face is starting to slightly swell as
well.. obviously an effect from that vile chairshot moments ago..

DD: You think?

[Both men slowly stalk towards the middle of the ring.. as the crowd pops huge when they get
face to face.. nose to nose.. and start talking trash to each other.. until Nelson reaches back
and just rips a left cross to the skull of McBaine!]

JR: McBaine firing back with a big right of his own! And both men exchanging punches yet again
in what has resembled nothing more than a pure brawl in the early goings!

DD: Man.. neither guy giving an inch here!

JR: Trading blow for blow! [Boo!] Until finally McBaine has had enough as he throws a knee into
the stomach of Nelson! Whip into the corner goes Leviticus Nelson! McBaine quickly following
up.. [Thud! Pop!] but Nelson gets a boot up which staggers the Bad Eye back a few feet! In
fact.. he's staggering all the way back near the far side barbed wire
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DD: Damnit! Somebody stop him! Somebody stop the madness!

JR: Screw that! And Nelson won't stop! He's like a man possessed as McBaine can do nothing
but yell out in pain as his face is being turned into a bloody mess by the barbed wire!

DD: This is sick! And you of all people should not be condoning this action!

JR: This is the meat and potatoes of this sort of match! This is for our Heavyweight title..
you must pull out all the stops!

DD: Riiiiiight.

[Nelson finally stops raking the face.. standing up to a big pop as McBaine rolls off the
barbed wire.. showing a crimson mask!! Nelson throws an arm into the air to a big pop..]


[Thud!]


JR: And a big splash by the Lufkin native.. and the cover!


ONE!!!









KICKOUT!!!

DD: Not even close!

JR: Nelson wasting little to no time here as he gets back to his feet.. and what's he pointing
to?

DD: He's trying to make eye contact with DeFay.. but he forgets that DeFay only has one eye!!
AHAHAH-

JR: Dirk! He can still make eye contact regardless.

DD: Blah.

JR: Nelson administering some big boots to the downed McBaine as DeFay seems to be searching
under the ring now..


[Hardcore Pop!]


[And why? Because DeFay has gingerly pulled out a small spool of barbed wire from under the
ring.. as he sits it down at ringside.. now pulling what appears to be a pair of wire cutters
from his pocket.]

DD: Hey! That's illegal!

JR: Nothing is illegal, Dirk! It looks like DeFay is cutting out a small section of that
barbed wire.. but meanwhile.. Nelson has risen McBaine back to his feet.. irish whip.. no!
Nelson holds on and swings McBaine back into his arms as he lifts!!


[Thud! Hardcore Pop!]


JR: Modified hotshot into the barbed wire neckfirst goes McBaine! And look!! He's sticking to
the barbed wire by his skin! Christ, that is disgusting!

DD: Goddamn this big, stupid bastard! Nelson is cheap, illegal.. and.. and..

JR: Cat got your tongue?

DD: Screw you!

JR: Nelson pulling McBaine off the barbed wire.. and just look at the face of McBaine?!

[The camera pans in on his face.. what is now purely crimson red with blood.. while Nelson has
blood trickling from his neck and onto his shirt. The ring is slowly starting to resemble a
bloodbath.. slowly.]

JR: Big boot to the midsection doubling over the Bad Eye now as Nelson quickly locks him in a
standing headscissors..

DD: This just can't be good.

JR: The Lufkin native lifts McBaine high into the air!


[Thud! Big Pop!]


JR: And oh my! Leviticus Nelson just spiked "Bad Eye" McBaine into the mat with a vicious
whipping powerbomb! The cover!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!













KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!

DD: No chance in hell! You gotta damn near murder this bastard to keep him down for three..
it's a damn near impossibility!

JR: I hear that.. as proven a month ago when he took out Doyle Woodall on our first ever Grand
Isle Street Fight.. he showed a lot of heart, I ain't afraid to say it.

DD: You shouldn't be.

JR: Nelson slowly rolling back to his feet now.. [Pop!] and it looks like DeFay is done with
his cutting!

[Yep.. DeFay has cut out about a 3-4 foot long barbed wire strand.. which is tosses into the
ring to a big pop! Nelson quickly but smartly picks it up without puncturing himself.. as
McBaine rolls back onto his hands and knees.]

JR: Oh my! Is Nelson gonna do what I think he's gonna do?!

DD: And that would be?

JR: Whip the crap outta McBaine with that strand of barbed wire!

DD: Oh sheeit! I hope not!

JR: Nelson is just circling McBaine as the Bad Eye gets to a knee now.. here comes Nelson with
the barbed wire raised hi-, [Heel Pop!] but McBaine counters with a blatent low blow! McBaine
just doubled Nelson over with a vicious low blow causing the big man to drop the barbed wire!


[Monster Heel Pop!]


DD: And now McBaine has picked it up! Nelson is doubled over and McBaine is back up with that
barbed wire in hand! And he's not gonna waste any time!


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[THWAPPPPP!!]


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!]


JR: My God! McBaine is just whipping Nelson with that barbed wire! Every time he has to
forcibly pull it back off the flesh of Nelson! Seven big thwaps with the strand and finally
Nelson has hit the mat facefirst in pain!

DD: And look at his back!

JR: Good God.. Nelson's shirt is torn to shreds.. drops of blood forming at various spots on
his back! That barbed wire tore through the big man with no remorse!

DD: It don't matter how tall you are or how much you weigh.. barbed wire will wreck your sheeit
up!

[McBaine isn't done with the strand as he takes a few moments to give DeFay and then the crowd
a sadistic smile.]

JR: Look at this evil sonofabitch! He's bleeding like a sive but all he can do is smile!

DD: The sign of a real champ, Jake.

[And then McBaine gets down on one knee in front of Nelson.. lifting Nelson's head off the
mat.. saying something to him the cameras and mics can't catch..]

JR: I wish we could hear what he is s-


[SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!!!]


DD: Did you hear that?!

JR: McBaine just slapped the taste right out of Nelson's mouth!


[Heel Pop!]


JR: And now he's mounted the back of Nelson! AND HE'S TRYING TO CHOKE NELSON WITH THE STRAND
OF BARBED WIRE!!

DD: He's gonna make Nelson tap!! This counts as a submission! Tap Nelson! TAPPPPPP!!!

[Nelson yells in obvious pain as McBaine digs that barbed wire into the already opened up wound
that is Leviticus Nelson's neck. McBaine even gives out an evil holler as he pulls back on the
barbed wire with vigor!]

JR: This is sick! McBaine is sick! But through it all.. Nelson has yet to tap.. he's yet to
give in.. and that's got to be wearing on the Bad Eye's patience!

DD: It's just a matter of time now, Jake, just a matter of time!

JR: Referee Francois asking Nelson if he gives now.. [Pop!] and Nelson just spit in his face!
I guess that's a resounding no!

DD: Spitting on the ref?! He should be disqualified!

JR: Give me a break!

DD: McBaine releasing the barbed wire hold.. can't blame him.. time to go to the next level.

JR: Maybe he realized that even barbed wire grating the neck of Nelson won't be enough to put
the big man from Lufkin, Texas away..

DD: Riiiiiiight.

[McBaine gets to his feet quickly.. holding that strand in his left hand.. as he uses his other
hand extend out both of the big man's legs.. putting them together.]

JR: What in the blue hell is McBaine up to now?

DD: Beats me.. truly, I have no idea.


[Heel Pop!]


JR: Uh-oh! McBaine is trying to tie Nelson's ankles together with that barbed wire strand!
But this has Nelson back to a seated position!


[Face Pop!]


JR: And there goes Nelson with seated lefts and rights to the prone McBaine who's still trying
to tie his ankles to-, [Pop!] and Nelson just unleashed one of those big boots right into the
skull of McBaine that backs McBaine damn near all the way into the barbed wire ropes!

DD: Good move by the big man, I'll give him that.. he's bought himself enough time to get back
to his feet.

JR: That he has as he kicks that strand of barbed wire out of the ring.. McBaine staggering but
now bracing himself.. [Pop!] and we got ourselves, yet again, another standoff!

[Yep, that's right. Both men engage in a staredown.. as the fans pop huge.. everybody on their
feet.. as they lay eyes on two men in a ring littered with blood and barbed wire. Nelson's
entire neck is covered in blood.. as is his shirt and back.. while McBaine's entire face is red
with his own lifeforce.. but even through the blood.. you can see the anger and rage these two
have for each other.]

JR: Here comes McBaine.. big right, blocked by Nelson! Nelson now peppering the big, bad
McBaine with huge overhand lefts! McBaine just getting pummeled with huge, huge lefts by
Nelson who's a house of fire!

DD: He's got herpes?!

JR: What?!

DD: Call the match!

JR: Nelson's absolutely rattling McBaine here as he backs him almost into the barbed wire,
[Boo!] but McBaine stops the barrage with a rake of the eyes!

DD: The simple yet effective tide turner!

JR: McBaine switching positions with Nelson now.. irish whi, reversed by Nelson!


[TTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!!!]


[BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!]


JR: AND INTO THE BARBED WIRE ROPES GOES MCBAINE BACKFIRST!! HE'S STUCK ON THE BARBED WIRE!!

DD: Goddamnit!

JR: Holy shit! Here comes Leviticus Nelson!

[Nelson charges.. leaping off his feet..



..catching McBaine..



..CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..



..TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..]



["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!!"]


JR: GOOD LORD!! LEVITICUS NELSON WITH A HUGE FLYING SPLASH.. JUST RIPPED THE WHOLE SIDE OF
BARBED WIRE ROPES APART.. AND HE AND MCBAINE JUST FLEW OUT OF THE RING AND TO THE CONCRETE
BELOW.. BARBED WIRE ROPES AND ALL!!

DD: Good.. god.

JR: MY LORD!! I CAN'T FATHOM THAT EITHER MAN COULD BE CONSCIOUS RIGHT NOW!! I'VE NEVER SEEN
ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE!!

[And with that.. the camera pans away.. giving us a clear look at the ring and surrounding
area. Three sides of the ring look normal.. sans the barbed wire ropes.. the mat is spilled
with blood in various spots.. but then there is the nearside of the ring from this camera
angle.. the barbed wire ropes broken in two.. barbed wire strands gathering at ringside along
with two men who lay basically motionless on the concrete below.. those figures being "Bad Eye"
McBaine and Leviticus Nelson.]

JR: Bobby Joe DeFay making his way over to the carnage and barbed wire-ridden side of the
ring.. and I'm sure he's going to check up on his commodity.. who seems to have gotten the
better of that fall.. since he lies somewhat on top of McBaine..

DD: Christ! If the whole fall wasn't bad enough.. McBaine is basically trapped under a four
hundred pound man!

JR: McBaine could have suffered some broken ribs.. easily a concussion and who knows what else
from that fall!


[Pop!]


JR: And the fans cheer for Nelson who has finally shown some signs of life as he rolls off of
McBaine and onto his stomach.. DeFay leaning down and talking with him now.. but McBaine is
still out like a light!

DD: He's dead. That's one way to defeat McBaine.. homicide.

[Nelson slowly gets on his hands and knees with the help of Bobby Joe DeFay.. then to his
feet.. backing up and bracing himself against the ring apron.]

DD: How is he up?! How in the hell is that man standing?!

JR: There are some things we will just never understand, this is one of those things, m'friend.

DD: Tell me about it.

JR: And Nelson now pulling McBaine's lifeless form to his feet and flings him into the ring!

[The crowd pops huge as McBaine lies motionless on the mat.. prime for the cover! Nelson rolls
in as well.. slowly but surely draping an arm over McBaine!!]

JR: THE COVER!!!!!!!!






ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













THRREEEEEEEEEEE!! NEW CHAM-, NO! NO!

[HEEL POP!!]

DD: YES!! MCBAINE GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!! MCBAINE SOMEHOW LIVES ON!!

JR: I.. I can't believe it! I figured McBaine to be unconscious as did these fans.. I figured
we had a Heavyweight Champion as did the fans! But it's just not the case yet!

DD: Damn straight, this baby ain't over yet!

[The camera pans on Nelson who rolls over onto his stomach.. and then sits up with a bloodied
look of actual disbelief on his face.. which is quickly replaced with a glare of anger.. a
vicious scowl.]

JR: Oh my.. Nelson looks livid!

DD: And rightfully so!

JR: And he's back to pointing at DeFay for something.. these two must know each other's eye
movements and gestures since DeFay is immediately searching under the ring again.. on that side
where the barbed wire is now completely tore off..

DD: Decimated may be the proper term.. Nelson and McBaine decimated that side of the ring..
plain and simple.

JR: True enough..


[Hardcore Pop!]


JR: And DeFay is bringing out the hardware! He's starting to prop up a table at ringside!
We've already seen Dave Bryant take a South Texas Deathride from the ring through a table at
ringside.. and I'm sure these fans would appreciate seeing McBaine take a similar path!

DD: Bullsheeit!

JR: DeFay propping it up at ringside.. as Nelson has McBaine by the blood drenched hair..
lifting him back to his feet but now by his own power that is for sure..

DD: Blah blah blah.. McBaine is still in this contest believe you me!

[DeFay finishes propping the table up on the floor.. as Nelson then eyes the crowd madly to a
WICKED FACE POP!!]

JR: CLAWHOLD BY NELSON!! NELSON IS GONNA GO FOR THE DESCENTION INTO H-, [HEEL POP!!] NO!
McBaine just kicks Nelson square in the family jewels!


[THUD!!!]


DD: And he just planted the big man with a big DDT!! Big tide turner there baby! YES!

JR: Both men are down.. but McBaine now rolls out to the floor.. and he's staggering about..


[Hardcore Pop!]


JR: Oh lord.. he's found that strand of barbed wire again!

DD: Time to whip the kid again! He'll learn damnit! He.. will.. learn!!!!

JR: Back into the ring goes McBaine as Nelson has risen back to his knees..

[The crowd gives another hardcore pop as McBaine takes that barbed wire.. and starts to wrap it
around his right arm.. up to his elbow!!]

JR: What the?! McBaine has wrapped that barbed wire around his arm and you gotta figure that
has to put him in some excruciating pain!

DD: But not in as much pain as Nelson may be very, very soon!


[Booooooo!!]


JR: And McBaine is signaling for a barbed wire lariat! He's gonna blast Nelson with that
lariat as Nelson is getting back to his feet.. Nelson turns! [Heel Pop!] Good god! McBaine
just wound up and then kicked Nelson square in the nuts again! That just dropped Nelson right
back to the mat!

DD: [laughing] That's hilarious! Who ever said McBaine doesn't have a sense of humor?!

JR: You find that funny?!

DD: As long as it ain't happening to me, sure!

JR: Understandable.. and look at McBaine! He's climbing the far corner turnbuckle.. standing
on the second turnbuckle as Nelson is face up on the mat!

DD: Time to fly!

JR: McBaine jumps!


[TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!]


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!]


DD: Second rope elbowdrop with that barbed wire around his arm!! My God what a call by
McBaine!! IT'S ALL OVER!!! THE COVER!!!!!





ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[BIG RELIEF POP!!!!]

JR: NO!! NELSON KICKED OUT AT TWO!! FRANCOIS IS SHOOTING UP TWO FINGERS!! AND MCBAINE IS
BESIDE HIMSELF!!

DD: That can't be! It just can't be!

JR: Well.. it is.. so deal with it! It's gonna take extreme measures for either man to become
the first Heavyweight champion of this company.. and the fans wouldn't have it any other way!

DD: Screw the fans!

JR: If need be.

DD: Not literally!

JR: Oh.. well.. back to the action then..

DD: Yeah, best change the subject quick-like.

JR: McBaine rolling back to his feet now.. taking some time apparently to unwrap that barbed
wire from around his arm.. and he sure isn't being very cautious! Just look at him rip that
right off his arm!

[Yep, McBaine rather devilishly ripped the barbed wire off his arm.. surely tearing some flesh
off the arm as fresh streams of blood flow from various spots on the arm.. not that McBaine
cares any.]

DD: Now THAT is a real man.

JR: And back to work goes McBaine with a few stinging stomps to the side of the face of
Nelson.. who's face is already heavily bruised from that chairshot earlier in this contest..

[McBaine stops dead in his tracks and smiles.. right at Bobby Joe DeFay!]


[Heel Pop!]


JR: Not again!

DD: Go get that little bastard! Make him completely blind!

JR: McBaine hopping down to the ground from that open side now.. and c'mon! Does he really have
to bully around a man half his size?! Why doesn't he just focus on the task at hand! He's far
from winning that belt they've bled for!

DD: Oh can it already, Jake!

JR: DeFay sees McBaine coming though and he's definitely not gonna just hand himself over to
the Bad Eye.. he's gonna make the big man at least give chase..

DD: And give chase he will!

[The fans boo madly as DeFay starts to pick up his pace scurrying around the ring.. as McBaine
starts to pick up the pace and starts to catch up rather quickly.. as Nelson gets to a knee..
now eyeing what is going on across the ring and on the floor..]

JR: Nelson has come to.. and I don't think McBaine gives a crap at this point..


[Heel pop! Shocked Pop!]


DD: Hahaha! DeFay just tripped backpedaling and now McBaine has him dead to rights! McBaine
is now slowly just creeping towards DeFay! This poor man's gonna diiiiiiiiieee!

[And with that.. Nelson.. who is on the farside of the ring.. stands up.. eyes fixed on the
prize that is "Bad Eye" McBaine who's got his attention purely set on DeFay..]

JR: You don't think?

DD: Dear God.. I hope not!

JR: Oh my god! Nelson into a dead sprint towards the barbed wire ropes!!!!!!! HE LEAPS!!!




[FLASHBULBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




[CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!]




["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"]


JR: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!! NELSON JUST LAUNCHED HIS FOUR HUNDRED POUND BODY _THROUGH_ THE TOP
STRAND OF BARBED WIRE AND _INTO_ "BAD EYE" MCBAINE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!! THE FANS HAVE
ABSOLUTELY LOST IT!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT AND ONCE AGAIN BOTH MEN ARE CRUMPLED ON
THE CONCRETE LIKE THEY'VE JUST HAD A CAR WRECK!

DD: They _did_ just have a car wreck! Or more like a train wreck! Good God.. Nelson ripped
that top rope right off the posts and absolutely creamed McBaine! But that had to take it's
toll just as much on Nelson as it did on McBaine!

JR: Leviticus Nelson's primary goal is to take care of his handler.. and by God if that wasn't
the biggest save for Bobby Joe DeFay in his entire life.. I don't know what could be.

DD: I hear that.

[The camera cuts to the carnage at ringside.. Nelson reaching a massive paw up on the guardrail
elicits a MONSTER POP! from the crowd.. and from DeFay who smiles and walks over to Nelson
shouting words of encouragement.. and maybe even a Thanks in there somewhere.. and now DeFay
turns his attention to McBaine.. actually trying to get McBaine to his feet?!]

JR: Why in God's name would he want to lift McBaine back to his feet?!

DD: Maybe he realizes the mistake he made! Maybe he wants to be in the camp of the future
champion!

JR: Please don't let it be s-, wait! He's trying to roll McBaine back into the ring! He's
trying to set McBaine up faster so Nelson can slide in and get the pinfall!

DD: Hrm.. well sheeit.. don't let it be said that this pedophile doesn't have some brains in
him afterall!

JR: My God! Look at the face of McBaine! Or should I say what is left of it, as DeFay
_actually_ rolls McBaine under the bottom rope!

[Cut to the sickly, gut-wrenching picture of McBaine's face.. cut to shit.. pure red and free
flowing.. which makes even some fans at ringside slightly turn their heads in disgust.]

JR: And now DeFay helping Nelson get his bearings under him.. [Pop!] and Nelson is up and he
rolls in under the bottom rope! [BIG TIME POP!!] Nelson flops an arm over the motionless
McBaine!!




ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















THRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!

[BIG DISAPPOINTMENT POP!]

JR: OH MY!! HOW CLOSE CAN IT GET?!

DD: Close enough for me.. sheeit.. I almost had a heart attack!

JR: That's not good!

DD: Not sheeit, dingleberry!

JR: [sighs] Regardless.. McBaine got a shoulder up and this match is not over! We've said it
before and I'll say it again.. what the hell is it going to take to put either man away for the
three count?!

DD: And like I said.. short of murder? Nothing.

[Nelson sits back up.. slowly but surely lumbering his big frame back to a knee.. and now to
his feet. McBaine rolls over on his face.. trying desperately to push himself up..]

JR: Nelson making his way back to his feet first now as he grabs a handful of blood-soaked
McBaine hair.. lifting him back to his feet..


[Big Pop!!]


JR: Clawhold! Clawhold! Nelson going for the Descen-, [no! McBaine fighting back now with
backelbow after backelbow! A third finally releasing the grasp.. as McBaine staggers away..
now turning around with a short arm lari-, ducked by Nelson!

DD: Damnit Bad Eye.. regain your balance!

JR: Nelson quickly locking McBaine from behind with a full nelson! [Boooo!] But McBaine kicks
back and pops Nelson in the nuts.. goddamnit! Can't this guy do anything without it involving
a nutshot?!

DD: Let's see!

JR: McBaine turning back around now as he's got the giant doubled over holding his jewels..
McBaine locking Nelson's head under his armpit.. double underhook now,. and he lifts!


[THUD!!]


JR: Double arm DDT and he just planted Nelson's face into the mat with that one! THE COVER!!



ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sigh of Relief Pop!]

DD: Oh man! I really thought McBaine had the belt right there! So close!

JR: Yet so far, ain't that right!

DD: Yeah, yeah.. whatever.

JR: Both men are down.. but McBaine seems to be slowly getting his bearings under him as he
rolls onto his stomach.. both of these men have extolled a ridiculous amount of energy as well
as blood and you gotta believe these two are near running on empty..

DD: You think?! McBaine tips the scales at 300 pounds while Nelson hits 'em at nearly 400..
these men aren't built for stamina.. they are built for quick and nasty destruction.

JR: I couldn't have said it better myself, for once.

[McBaine finally sits up as pools of blood can be seen from where his head just was laid..
blood smudges all over the ring.. a sickly sight indeed. Nelson remains rather motionless of
the mat..]

JR: Bobby Joe DeFay looks mighty concerned here.. as he hasn't really moved from that side of
the ring where Nelson took off the top barbed wire strand and did one of the damndest suicide
dives I've ever seen..


[Heel Pop!]


DD: Hahahaha! Speaking of!

JR: Ok.. this is getting sorta repetitive, don't you think? McBaine back to his feet now and
slowly stalking over to the side of the ring where DeFay stands.. Bobby Joe's just shaking his
head..


[Pop!!!!!]


DD: What the hell?!

JR: DeFay just gave McBaine the finger!! And the Bad Eye just let out a big laugh! I don't
think he can believe the balls exhibited by DeFay!

DD: McBaine is just leaning over those two ropes of barbed wire now.. I'm not too sure if he's
gonna give chase although he sure is giving DeFay the meanest damn looks I've ever seen..

JR: Well.. he better turn his attention to his monster of an opponent.. because Nelson is back
to his knees!

DD: Oh.. sheeit! Damnit McBaine! Turn around man! The giant douche is back in action!

[Yep.. Nelson now has gotten back to his feet.. eyeing down the back of McBaine as "Bad Eye"
continues to stare down at DeFay who's now just smiling.. the perfect set-up yet again.]

JR: Into a dead sprint comes Nelson once again!

[But this time.. McBaine is ready.. as he turns and steps forward.. checking the 400 pounder
and lifting him..




..sorta..




..into the air..




..as McBaine falls backwards..




..as we head towards those bottom two strands of barbed wire ropes left..




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TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


JR: HOLY CHRIST!! MCBAINE CAUGHT NELSON COMING IN AND JUST HOTSHOTTED LEVITICUS NELSON INTO AND
RIGHT THROUGH THE TWO BARBED WIRE ROPES WHICH IMMEDIATELY SNAPPED IN TWO?!?!

DD: Good Christ what sick impact!

JR: AND TO TOP IT OFF.. NELSON FELL RIGHT OUT OF THE RING DANGLED IN BARBED WIRE AND LANDED
RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS SKULL!

DD: Nelson is in REAL bad shape right here.. just look at him!

JR: Nelson is lying face up with those broken barbed wire ropes digging into his back! Blood
covers his whole front torso as McBaine just looks over the apron with a sick smile!

DD: He's knows he just upped the ante right there.. he's almost got Nelson at checkmate!

[Yep, the sickly crimson-masked madman from the Valley of the Blind decides to wipe some blood
off his face.. and sorta flicks it onto the mat to a cringing from the audience.. before
planning his next course of action..]

JR: McBaine backing up a few feet from the apron now as opposite sides of the ring now have no
ropes at all.. in what is slowly becoming nothing more than a ring of death and destruction..

[McBaine takes a few steps forward quickly..]

DD: Here he comes!

JR: McBaine jumping off the apron!


[TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[HEEEL POP!!]


JR: Flying senton off the apron with all three hundreds pounds of impact across the chest of
the big man!

DD: Great move! Take away the already fragile air supply of the four hundred pound Leviticus
Nelson.. never let it be said that McBaine isn't a smart man when it comes to wrestling!

JR: I wouldn't go that far.. this man is a brawler, pure and simple. McBaine rolling off
Nelson now and back to his feet at ringside.. slowly lifting Nelson back to his knees.. and now
to his feet as he rolls the big man into the ring..

DD: But he's not following up.. he's searching around ringside for something..

[Yes he is.. and he finds what he is looking for in an unused steel chair.. which gets him a
big heel pop!]

JR: Only evil intentions can be had when a man like "Bad Eye" McBaine has a chair in hand..

DD: You ain't lyin'!

JR: McBaine hopping back into the ring with that chair in hand as Nelson is getting back to his
hands and knees.. blood just pouring down his back as that shirt is cut to shreds from the
barbed wire.. these two men resemble nothing more than a human slaughterhouse right now.. but
it's McBaine with the advantage.. and it's McBaine stalking behind Leviticus Nelson with a
steel chair in hand..

DD: Evil intentions Jake.. _evil_ intentions!

[Nelson tries desperately to get to his feet as the fans pop big for the fan favorite.. he, of
course, does not know of the man stalking him from behind..]

JR: Leviticus Nelson is back to his feet but he's wobbly.. and he has no idea what's behind
him!

DD: This is beautiful.. pure magic!

JR: Nelson slowly turning arou-


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[HEEEEEEEEEL POP!!!... TURNING FACE POP!!]


JR: MCBAINE JUST WAISTED NELSON OVER THE SKULL WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR BUT NELSON DIDN'T FALL!!
NELSON IS STILL STANDING!!


[CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


DD: GOOD GOD!!

JR: AND ANOTHER SHOT!!


[BIG TIME POP!!!]


JR: BUT NELSON IS REFUSING TO GO DOWN ALTHOUGH THAT SHOT REALLY STAGGERED HIM BADLY!!

DD: ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD!!


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[TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!]


DD: THIRD TIME'S A CHARM AND DOWN GOES NELSON!! WE GOT A NEW CHAMP!! WE GOT A NEW CHAMP!!
MCBAINE DROPS THE CHAIR AND NOW HOOKS THE LEG!!!!



ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-DAMNIT! [MONSTER POP!!]

JR: HE KICKED OUT!! NELSON KICKED OUT WITH SO MUCH LIFE THAT HE SENT MCBAINE TOPPLING AND
ROLLING OVER A FEW FEET!! WHAT AMAZING STRENGTH AND FORTITUDE!!

[The camera cuts to McBaine who sits back up.. blood pouring down his face.. but a definite
look of frustration overcomes his face.. he then stands up with a vicious scowl looking out at
the crowd eliciting a lot of boos..]

JR: McBaine is livid!

DD: Can you blame him! He just broke a steel chair over the guy's head three times.. and
Nelson launched him like a lawn dart on the pinfall.

JR: Indeed! But Leviticus hasn't moved much since he kicked out.. he may have expended all the
energy he had left!

DD: And look at that glare of McBaine.. he's _pissed_!!

[And then McBaine just yells out..

"BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!"

to a shitload of boos.. a rippling heel pop! In which he then takes that dented to shit chair
and places it right in the middle of the ring.]

DD: YES!! McBaine is calling for the end!

JR: You think he can put the big man on his shoulders?!

DD: He's done it to men just as big I do believe!

JR: Well.. this I gotta see! McBaine slowly lifting Nelson back to his feet here.. he's
signaled for the Blind Valley Driver onto a chair no less and if he hits it.. we've most
likely got ourselves our first champion.. back to his feet goes Nelson..

[McBaine tries to lift Nelson into the fireman's carry..]


[BIG TIME POP!!!]


JR: NO! Nelson slides off the back of McBaine!!!


[SUPER MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!]


JR: BACK OF THE HEAD CLAWHOLD!! But McBaine kicks ba-, [POP!] NO! Nelson knew it was coming
and caught the back kick releasing the clawhold!!!

DD: Damnit! He's got McBaine hopping on one leg in the middle of the ring!

JR: Nelson spins McBaine around.. [Clasp! Pop!] chokehold!! Nelson lifts!!!!


[TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JR: CHOKESLAM!! WHAT A VICIOUS DRIVING CHOKESLAM BY LEVITICUS NELSON!! HE JUST PLANTED MCBAINE
RIGHT INTO THAT CHAIR BACK AND NECKFIRST!! NELSON WITH THE COVER!!




ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




























THRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!]


DD: HE SURVIVES!!! MCBAINE WON'T BE DENIED!!

JR: So close! And what does Leviticus Nelson do now?! He's tried everything but the kitchen
sink and nothing will keep the Bad Eye down for the full three!

DD: I fear if this match continues on much longer that one of these two will pass out from
blood loss.. just look at 'em and the blood spilled all over the mat!

JR: Truer words have never been said from the Davidson camp, fans, this place has been turned
into a barbed wire bloodbath!

DD: Nelson just has that look of utter despair.. he doesn't know what to do ne-


[BIG POP!]


JR: I think he's found his next objective! That table set up at ringside! That table has
stood untoyed for quite some time in this match and it seems to be Nelson's next step.. as he
simply eyes it down as he rises to his feet..

[That table is set up a foot or so away from the apron.. on the side where the first of the
barbed wire ropes were destroyed.. making it a very, very easily accessible table to hit from
the ring.]

JR: You gotta believe Nelson is gonna try to end it right here with whatever he's got left as
he finally returns his attention to the bloodbath that is "Bad Eye" McBaine..

DD: Bloodbath? Both men are bloodied from head to toe.. so don't you go sayin' McBaine
resembl-

JR: Dirk! Settle down man!

DD: Whoa, got the overacting bug again, my bad.

JR: A tired and bloodied Leviticus Nelson slowly lifting the brutalized "Bad Eye" McBaine to
his feet.. as he starts to drag him by the crimson-drenched hair.. towards the open ended side
of the ring with that table they go!

DD: This is bad.. this is _real_ bad.

JR: Nelson has McBaine at his total mercy just dragging him closer to inevitable danger as
Nelson finally stops their slow walk to the edge of the apron..

[Nelson looks out at the packed house that pops big time for the big man! He then eyes
McBaine.. and puts McBaine's head between his legs..]

DD: Oh Christ! Goddamnit "Bad Eye"!! Do something!! DO SOMETHING!!

JR: Standing headscissors applied here by Leviticus Nelson! And if he powerbombs McBaine from
the ring through the table at ringside.. you can say goodnight to "Bad Eye" McBaine and you can
say welcome to our first champion!

DD: Don't say that!

JR: Johnny Black did this a while back and effectively wasted Dave Bryant.. and although
McBaine may be a bigger man in more ways than one..

DD: Um, that's fucking dirty.

JR: NOT THAT WAY! DAMNIT!

DD: Riiiiiiight.

JR: Moral is.. he won't be able to retaliate, much like Bryant couldn't!

[Nelson finally lifts as a few random flashbulbs go off! He lifts McBaine all the way up to
his shoulders.. before McBaine shoots a well placed thumb right into the eye socket of
Nelson!!!]


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!]


DD: YES!!

JR: McBaine with a thumb to the eyes and Nelson was forced to drop McBaine back to the fringe
of the apron! McBaine is down on his kne-,


[ANOTHER HUGE HEEL POP!!]


JR: And the "Bad Eye" just reached up and uncorked a big shot right to the family jewels of
Leviticus Nelson! How many times does he have to do that?!

DD: As many as it takes, Jake!! As many as it takes! And look at Nelson!! He's doubled over
the edge of the ring!!

[And with that.. McBaine hops back to his feet.. front facelocking Nelson and immediately
falling back..



..and down..



..FLASHBULBS!!!!!!..



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[MONSTER, MONSTER HEEL POP!!.. preceding..]



["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["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: HOLY HELL YES!!!!!!!

JR: MY GOD!! "BAD EYE" MCBAINE WITH A DDT OFF THE APRON AND THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE!!
THAT ABLE EXPLODED ON IMPACT AS NELSON WAS DRIVEN HEADFIRST THROUGH THE TABLE AND INTO THE
CONCRETE!!

DD: This is the greatest day of my life!!!

[Bobby Joe DeFay quickly makes his way towards the carnage.. with which both men are barely
moving although McBaine seems better off for sure. Blood starts to puddle around their mangled
bodies that lay on top of one another, McBaine on top of Nelson, table scraps everywhere.
DeFay has a real look of concern on his face as he goes into his pocket.. and to a big pop!!..
pulls out those wire cutters again!!]

JR: And it looks like DeFay is gonna try to take the matters into his own hands here as
Leviticus Nelson is in some serious trouble late here!

DD: Cheaters! Nelson don't need some handicapped child molester to fight his battles! Let him
lose on his own!

JR: Until that hand is slapped onto the mat three time, nobody has lost anything!

DD: Logical.. but utterly stupid.

JR: Thanks. DeFay now searching under the ring.. God only knows what the handler of Leviticus
Nelson is trying to conjure up while "Bad Eye" McBaine gets his bearings under him and gets
Nelson back into that ring..

[Almost on key.. the bloodied pulp that is "Bad Eye" McBaine props himself up and against the
ring apron.. the wear and tear of this match quite evident as he barely can keep himself
propped up.. the crowd buzzing madly..]

JR: These two have expended so much energy.. so much sweat.. and so much blood here.. it's
amazing these two are even conscious at this point..

DD: McBaine has always defied the laws of nature.. and although I still hate Nelson.. every
minute that goes by here.. I start to gain some respect for him..

JR: Indeed. McBaine finally lifting Nelson back to his feet.. as slow as can be.. but thorough
enough to roll the seven foot monster back into the ring..


[HARDCORE POP!!]


JR: OH MY!! DeFay just whipped a whole spool of barbed wire into the ring?! Is he nuts?!

DD: Does he know that McBaine is really the only man that could take advantage of such a
deadly, ultimate weapon right now?!

JR: You'd think so.. but who knows what that man is thinking right now!

DD: And McBaine back into the ring and just smiling at the big spool of barbed wire just thrown
in..

[And with that.. McBaine points to the barbed wire spool.. and then to Nelson which rips out a
massive heel pop!!]

DD: YES!! Drill this sonofabitch into that barbed wire!! End it here! End it now!

JR: McBaine is trying to get the big man back to his feet.. slowly but surely.. and you gotta
think that if McBaine hits his Blind Valley Driver onto that spool of barbed wire.. not only
will be it be curtain call for Nelson, but he'll need a good doctor to restitch that back of
his! That's how serious and critical this point of the contest is!

DD: Bow down Jake! Bow down to our first Heavyweight champion!

JR: Finally.. the big man is back to his feet but barely.. and if McBaine wasn't holding him up
he'd collapse for sure!

DD: But he is.. and he looks like he's slowly working his way into position for the Blind
Valley Driver!

[Translation: He's gotten his body positioned with his side to the front of Nelson.. prepared
to hoist the 400 pounder into a fireman's carry lift..]

JR: He lifts!


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!]


DD: HE'S GOT HIM UP!! HE'S GOT NELSON ON HIS SHOULDERS!! BARBED WIRE CITY HERE WE COME!!

JR: But look at DeFay!!!!!!


[BIG TIME FACE POP!!! erupts as DeFay climbs into the ring.. a look of true anger on his face..
and a pair of wire cutters in hand..]


JR: McBaine sees DeFay and has to drop Nelson off his shoulders now as DeFay charges!! DeFay
swinging with those wire cutters, [HEEL POP!!] but "Bad Eye" McBaine ducks! DeFay spins around
with his own momentum.. and right back into the face of Mc-


[TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!]


DD: OH MY!!!

JR: MCBAINE JUST DECLEATED BOBBY JOE DEFAY WITH A SICK LARIAT RIGHT THERE!!


[BIG TIME HEEL POP!!]


JR: OH GOOD GOD NO!! McBaine just picked up those wire cutters and he's just smiling down at
the squirming Bobby Joe DeFay!

DD: Get the other eye!

JR: How can you say that?!

DD: Easily, I just did!
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[McBaine, blood dripping off his face onto his chest.. and the mat.. slowly stalks DeFay who
sits up with fright.. trying to push himself backwards but to no avail.. he's effectively like
a deer in headlights..]

JR: Oh! What a big man! He just kicked a defenseless Bobby Joe DeFay right in the skull!

DD: Defenseless my ass! He tried to carve out McBaine's other eye just a minute ago with those
same cutters McBaine has right now!

JR: And now McBaine has DeFay at his mercy in the corner.. and McBaine has those cutters in
hand!

[Yep, and he lifts DeFay's head up off the canvas as the crowd gasps!]

JR: Don't do it McBaine! Don't do it!!!!!

DD: YOU CAN DO IT!!


[HHHHHHHUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEE SHOCKED HEEL POP!!!!!!!]


JR: MY GOD! MCBAINE JUST DROVE THOSE CUTTERS RIGHT INTO THAT HEAVILY BANDAGED EYE OF BOBBY JOE
DEFAY!! HE'S TRYING TO REWORK AND REINJURE THAT EYE!! THIS IS SICK, ABSOLUTELY SICK!!

DD: Goddamnit! This guy is a master of the ring!

JR: Whoa! Don't say those words!

DD: Oh.. good point!

[McBaine pulls the cutters back.. where the camera then catches DeFay screaming in pain and
rolling out of the ring.. the white bandages quickly staining red with blood as McBaine stands
up.. a look of sick elation on his face as he just stares down at the squirming Bobby Joe
DeFay.. so much that he doesn't notice Nelson who's wobbled to his knees..]

DD: Whoa! Wait! Turn around McBaine! Nelson! NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!

[McBaine slowly turns.. as Nelson grabs that spool of barbed wire.. tossing it towards
McBaine.. who turns.. surprised.. drops the cutters and catches the barbed wire spool to a
grimace! And that's when Nelson just makes the desperation leap!]




[TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




[BIGGEST FACE POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JR: MY GOD!! MY GOD!! LEVITICUS NELSON LUNGED OUT AND JUST WASTED MCBAINE WITH A LARIAT THAT
SENT THAT SPOOL OF BARBED WIRE RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE BAD EYE!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! BOTH
MEN ARE DOWN!!

DD: ROLL OUT OF THE RING MCBAINE!! GET AWAY DAMNIT!! GET AWAY!!

JR: Nelson with a monster lariat but he can't capitalize! Both men are just too damn out of it
to capitalize at the key points here down the stretch!

DD: What?! Don't confuse DeFay's dumbass interference a non-capitalization!

JR: Did McBaine take the win?!

DD: No.. bu-

JR: No buts about it then! These fans are going nuts as they try to get Nelson to react to
their chants of his name!


[BIG POP!!]


JR: AND HE SEEMS TO BE RESPONDING!! NELSON HAS ROLLED ONTO HIS FACE!!


[And with that.. he slowly.. limply.. tosses an arm over the motionless "Bad Eye" McBaine to a
big fucking pop! As Referee Francois soon follows..]


JR: THE COVER!!!!!!!!!!!!








ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!

[A RIDICULOUSLY LOUD SHOCKED POP FROM THE CROWD!!]

JR: I.. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

DD: OH YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!!

JR: MCBAINE.. HE.. HE KICKED OUT!!

DD: And these fans can't believe it either! They have just gone silent! McBaine has
effectively sucked the wind out of the entire goddamn arena!

JR: We are all too shocked to speak.. I can barely breathe..

DD: Um, settle down Jake!

JR: I'm trying!

[Nelson actually.. quite exhausted rolls out of the ring and lands on his knees at ringside..
blood dripping off his face as he looks down at the ground.. McBaine, meanwhile, hasn't moved
since his miraculous kick out.]

JR: These two have been running on empty for the past ten to fifteen minutes at least yet
neither man will say die.. this is amazing!

DD: This is where you see what kind of man you truly are.. when you've been pushed to your
limit!

JR: True enough.. and the fans cheer on Nelson here as he's gotten to his feet.. what's he
doing?!

[Leviticus Nelson has started to yell at the front row of fans at ringside something we can't
pick up.. but then we do..


As chairs from the first row start to be flung into the ring.. a few hitting McBaine at the
feet.. some narrowly missing his face.. a good eight to ten chairs in all as the fans pop big
time!]

JR: Nelson needed some chairs and he didn't have to expend any energy tossing them into the
ring, that's for sure!

DD: Cheap! Why can't he be a man and do it by himself, huh?!

JR: Like tossing chairs in the ring dictates your manhood!

DD: Blah!

JR: Nelson back into the ring now.. as he's slowly picks up a chair.. [Thud!] and drops it in
the center of the ring.. [Thud!] and another.. [Thud!] and another..

[This happens another six times in all as the fans POP HUGE! for every chair tossed in the
center.. the center of the ring stacked with chairs in a small pile.. nothing too neat.. but
very dangerous looking..]

JR: This is trouble for both men! This is murder in the first!


[HUGE HARDCORE POP!!!!!!!]


DD: Then what is that?!

JR: Nelson has just picked up that spool of barbed wire and placed it on top of the pile of
stacked chairs!!

DD: Good lord, don't do it Leviticus!! Don't be that cruel, big man!!

[Nelson smiles sadistically.. as he grabs McBaine and lifts him back to his feet.. dragging the
man from the Valley of the Blind back to his feet.. and towards the pile of destruction in the
center of the ring..]


[LOUD, LOUD MURMURING AS THE CROWD GETS ON IT'S FEET!!]


JR: Everyone is at the brink!! Nelson has got McBaine at his mercy! He spins "Bad Eye"
around!


[MONSTER POP!!!]


JR: CLAWHOLD!! CLAWHOLD!! THE SET-UP FOR THE DESCENTION INTO HELL!! HE'S GONNA SEND MCBAINE TO
HELL AS HE LIFTS!!

DD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[As he holds him up.. he looks off to his right..


..and freezes..


..as he sees his handler grasping at the apron..


..DeFay's good eye is closed with pain..


..but his bandaged eye is stain dark with red..


..and this is the first time Nelson has seen what has happened to his handler..


.. and he's frozen with McBaine high in the air..]


[SUPER SHOCKED HEEL POP!!!]


JR: OH NO!! MCBAINE JUST KICKED AWAY INTO THE MIDSECTION OF NELSON WHILE THE BIG MAN SEEMED
STUNNED, SEEMED FROZEN IN PLACE!!

DD: GO FOR IT BAD EYE!!

JR: MCBAINE LIFTING NELSON ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!! GOOD GOD!! NOT LIKE THIS!! NOT LIKE
THISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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[TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!]




["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"]


JR: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!! BLIND VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE SPOOL OF BARBED WIRE AND THOSE STACKED
CHAIRS!! CHAIRS WENT FLYING EVERY WHICH DIRECTION!!

DD: AND LOOK AT THE WRECKAGE!!

JR: BOTH MEN ARE OUT!! BUT IT'S MCBAINE WHO'S LAYING ON TOP OF NELSON!! NOT LIKE THIS!! NOT
LIKE THIS!!!

DD: THE COVER!!!













ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























THRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







[DING! DING! DING!]







[BIGGEST HEEL POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

DD: HE DID IT, MCBAINE DID IT!! HE'S OUR FIRST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! LONG LIVE GRAND ISLE
WRESTLING'S FIRST CHAMP!! LONG LIVE "BAD EYE" MCBAINE!!

JR: What a travesty! What an absolute travesty! Both men fought with heart, body, and soul
and by God we have just witnessed what could be the benchmark contest that will set the
standard for everything else this company puts forth..

DD: Amen to that!!


AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of this contest..


and _NEW_ GRAND ISLE WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION......


"BAD EYE" MCBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!


[HUGE, HUGE, HUGE HEEL POP!! as Hervez slides the gold belt into the ring.. with which Referee
Francois takes and holds for McBaine.. who, bloodied and mangled, slowly rises.. grabbing the
belt and holding it high into the air to another massive heel pop!!]

DD: What a night Jake!! What a goddamn historic night, and what a main event we just watched
with out very own eyes!

JR: You gotta hand it to both men.. "Bad Eye" McBaine and Leviticus Nelson, a normal man would
have folded up his tent long ago.. but these two are extraordinary beings.. and both men
deserve that title, but unfortunately, only one can take it home.. and through grit and some
illegalities.. that man is "Bad Eye" McBaine..

DD: Illegalities, my ass!

[The camera cuts to DeFay who slumps back onto the concrete.. as Francois starts to throws the
chairs out of the ring.. while McBaine just looks around the crowd.. a sick, crimson-masked
smile on his face as the fans start to throw cups into the ring.. McBaine raising the belt into
the air.. then looking towards the entranceway.. motioning..]

JR: what the hell is he doing?!

DD: He's motioning for something, or someone!

[And instantly, the boos resonate across the building as Ryan Faith and then a slightly limping
"Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins charge out of the entranceway.. Faith making it quick to the
ring.. and instantly starts to lay the boots to Nelson.. as the crowd boos madly!]

JR: GIVE ME A BREAK!! These two lost, and just like sore losers.. they are gonna take their
frustration out on Leviticus Nelson! How typical!

DD: There is nothing typical about this Jake! They aren't here to avenge anything.. they are
here to take Nelson out for good!

JR: Oh Christ.. you may be right!

DD: BRW into the ring now as he's laying the boots to Nelson now as well! Faith with ultra
vigor as he starts to lift the big man to his feet!

JR: Oh! Don't tell me! Faith is gonna test the faith of Leviticus Nelson?! The Tiger Driver,
after all this?!

[McBaine smiles evilly, just watching with the belt around his shoulder.. and then.. as Faith
tries to duck Nelson between his legs.. the crowd busts out a MONSTER FACE POP!!]

[And why?]

JR: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!! RUSS BRADY AND JOHNNY BLACK!! THESE TWO ARE OUT FOR BLOOD!!

DD: Damnit Bobby Ray! Get out of there! Let the other two handle this!!

JR: In slide Black and Brady!


[MONSTER POP!!]


JR: BRADY AND MCBAINE TRADING BLOWS!! BLACK AND FAITH!! [THUD!!] DOWN GOES FAITH WITH A HUGE
RIGHT HAND!! AND NOW IT'S BLACK AND BRW!! IT'S PANDEMONIUM!!


[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!]


DD: HERE COMES DAVE BRYANT!! HE'S HOLDING THAT NECK BUT IT WON'T STOP HIM!! IN HE SLIDES!!

JR: And he's going after Black too! It's two on one on Black as BRW and Bryant shower him with
lefts and rights!


[BIG TIME FACE POP!!!]


JR: NELSON!!! THE MONSTER IS UP!!

DD: TURN AROUND FAITH!!

[He does so!!]


[BIG TIME POP!!]


JR: NELSON AND FAITH EXCHANGING BLOWS AS BRADY AND MCBAINE CONTINUE TO BRAWL IN THE CORNER!!

DD: This is nuts!! There are people.. and there is blood and barbed wire and chairs and table
scraps everywhere!!

JR: BLACK IS FIGHTING BACK ON BOTH BRW AND BRYANT NOW WITH HUGE CLUBBING LEFTS AND RIGHTS!! ALL
SEVEN MEN ARE AT A STALEMATE BUT NOBODY WILL BACK DOWN!! NO-


[And that's when the biggest..


HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OCCURS!!!]


[As a man.. walks out from behind the entranceway.. his large frame quite a presence.. as he
just stands at the entranceway.. surveying the monster brawl in the ring filled with barbed
wire..]

[The big man is dressed in black denim jeans.. his black cowboy boots showing the sharp silver
spurs hanging from the back. He sports a shirt that reads, "Broken in body but not in spirit"
A black Stetson hat tops off the attire as do the eyes haunted by more wars than most will ever
experience. The man just glares down.. not moving a muscle as the fans have completely lost
it!]

DD: HOLY CHRIST!?! IS THAT.. IS THAT?!


[PAUSE!!]


JR & DD: "THE OUTLAW" BOBBY TAYLOR!!!

JR: HE MUST HAVE BEEN THE MAN IN THAT HOTEL ROOM!! THE MAN FROM MCBAINE'S PAST!! AND LOOK AT
MCBAINE!! HE'S STOPPED BRAWLING WITH BRADY!! HE'S JUST STARING AT THE OUTLAW AT THE
ENTRANCEWAY!!


[TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!]


[HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE POP!!!]


JR: DECLEATING LARIAT BY BRADY ON THE CHAMP!! AND TAYLOR JUST WATCHES ON!! WHY IS HE HERE?!
WHAT IS GOING ON?! WE'LL FIND OUT SOON HOPEFULLY!! BUT WE ARE OUT OF TIME!! WHAT A NIGHT!!
WHAT A HISTORIC NIGHT!!

[The camera fades to Johnny Black, Bobby Ray Wilkins, Ryan Faith, Dave Bryant and Leviticus
Nelson brawling in the ring of barbed wire as Brady just stares down at the downed champ..
Taylor stoic at the entranceway.. complete fade.]


Grand Isle Wrestling 2002.
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