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| GIW TV 3-28-02; Sixth show by Mike Gilliland | |
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[The credits for Good Times fade to black.. as darkness envelopes the screen for a few brief moments. With that, a logo displaying "GIPA 68" comes on the channel blue on white.. a simple yet effective diamond shape making the logo. A voiceover hits the air..] V/O: You are watching Grand Isle Public Access.. channel Sixty-Eight. Coming up next..watch the hard-hitting action of Grand Isle, Louisiana's local wrestling company.. Grand Isle Wrestling!! Two hours of jam-packed southern style wrestling at it's finest! Only here.. on channel Sixty-Eight! [And with that the camera fades out.. then simply fades into a small scene...simply, the last ride of a frail, small man. We see Levitcus Nelson, bed side of his handler Bobby Joe DeFay...as he slowly walks away from DeFay, as we see the face that can only be described as utter hell. It's bandaged terribly, and a mere shell of what it used to be. Nelson just shakes his head, as he heads out of the room of DeFay, walking down a long hallway...as he looks out a large bay window. His arms are heavily scarred, his face still bandaged slightly, but that doesn't seem to hamper his aggression, as he looks out the window...the first signs of anger show...his chin quivers slowly. Nelson then turns to the camera, his face shaking slowly...dropping his arms to his side....] Nelson: To see a man..._any_ man..._that_ man...bleeding, everywhere...his face covered...I had no choice... [Nelson slowly shakes his head.] Nelson: It takes a bad, bad man to attack a little piece of crap like DeFay, that's for damn sure. I mean....that's how you become a "monster" these days, isn't? Attack a man that's got nothing to do with anything...for a _second_ time. Bad man... _real_ bad man... [Nelson balls his fists, as he looks back out the window.] Nelson: See, that's the thing...it's all perception, isn't? Everyone perceived me as cattle...as a lamb, if you well, lead to a slaughter by DeFay...for the world to see, and mock. They perceived me as the mere lamb feed to McBaine...the "spooky" man that every cowers in fear too. And now, they're going to see a sign of human sacrifice...as a sign of weakness... Aren't they? [Nelson turns his head back.] Nelson: They're going to see me...for that instant, sacrificing a piece of leather and gold...and a title that's meaningless unless you're half the man you claim to be...and they're going to claim weakness. Funny isn't? Because I don't attack people with bats, hit them from behind, or hide in the shadows..._I'm_ weak, correct? Because I choose to come to a man's aid...that has _lost_ a god damn eye...I'm weak... Well, to those that wish to utter those fateful words... I tell you this... The weak shall inherit the wrath of the mighty... And I _am_ the mighty. [Nelson pauses slightly.] Nelson: You see...I was once a simple man...wishing for only a simple life...but now...I'm haunted by one night before... and now a second night. The night I killed a man... And the night I killed myself. And for the first trial...for my first series of tribulations...I get the young, arrogant and brash wretch...that wishes to be a star. Ryan Faith...did you watch? Did you see the horror before your very eyes? Did you see the pain and suffering I put my giant body through...in order to hurt someone else? Or, where you still talking to anything that could possibly have a pulse, in an attempt to stroke your fledgling ego? [Nelson begins to noticeably seethe yet again.] Nelson: I served 3 years of my life, in the correctional facility...for an action that I didn't choose to commit. A young man, similar to you, arrogantly, through the fluid that caused him courage, got in my face...and placed his hands upon me. Minutes later...it was silent...and he the last breath had leaked from his lungs. For that? I served time. McBaine slaughtered DeFay, taking his eye...and causing the man to never see properly again...and he gets a title. So Ryan Faith... answer me this...in a place that harbors no rules, in a time in which fate has passed you by...and glaring into the eyes of a man that no longer cares for his own life...let alone yours... What will I get this time... What punishment will be served on me... [Nelson softly chuckles, eerily] Nelson: What will they do to me now Faith...now that I wish to hurt...hurt anything that moves? What will they attempt to do, to alter my "behavior"...after I've seen what I've seen? And most importantly...child...after you talk the talk of a warrior, while walk in the body of an infant... What will they do to me...after I completely annihilate you? Will they "suspend" me? Will they "fire" me? Or will they bask in the glory of the first of many men to suffer my rage. You see young Ryan...the giant has risen from his sleep...and with that...he's lost all self respect, much less respect for an adolescent that walks the fine line of arrogance...and death. So Ryan...consider this...when I see you, across from me... urine streaming down your leg...as you look into the eyes of the closest thing to walking hell you'll ever see... What will they do to me next? [Nelson chuckles a little louder, darker.] Nelson: After they finally identify you. [Fade with Nelson merely standing there.. to blackness.] [The scene remain black as we hear the distinct sound of the opening guitar riff of one "Born On the Bayou" by CCR.. 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.] #Now, when I was just a little boy,# #Standin' to my Daddy's knee,# #My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you# #Do what he done to me."# #'Cause he'll get you,# #'Cause he'll get you now, now.# [The camera 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.] #And I can remember the fourth of July,# #Runnin' through the backwood, bare.# #And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',# #Chasin' down a hoodoo there.# #Chasin' down a hoodoo there.# [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! Then another clip of roth locked in the Destiny Strange as the bell sounds for the draw!] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [Quick clip of Dave Bryant superkicking Doyle Woodall.. 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 Johnny Black's South Texas Deathride on Bryant through a table at ringside!] #Wish I was back on the Bayou.# #Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.# #Wishin' I were a fast freight train,# #Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.# [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 the end clip of Brawlin'.. where Nelson, Faith, McBaine, Brady and Wilkins brawl in a blood soaked ring of barbed wire carnage.. then cutting to the stoic face of "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor as the crowd is beside itself!] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [Flashes of the faces of Jake Cutler.. Harisoto Mashima.. Robert Kellan.. Lucas McCall.. Shane Destiny.. Jaime Roth.. and Reggie Calhoun..] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [Flashes of the faces of Russ Brady.. Ryan Faith.. Kendrick Lane.. City Jack.. Dave Bryant.. Bobby Ray Wilkins.. Johnny Black.. Leviticus Nelson.. and Bobby Taylor..] #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou;# #Born On The Bayou.# [And then the stills of one man's face.. bloodied to shit.. his eye patch caked with blood.. as we pan out.. we see the man holding the GIW Heavyweight title.. that one man being "Bad Eye" McBaine.. we freeze on this picture as the music starts to die and big bold yellow lettering lines the center of the screen..] GRAND ISLE WRESTLING TV March 28th, 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 "GRAND ISLE WRESTLING" 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 ISLE WWWWWWWWWWWRESTLING!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd rips into a big time Pop as the duo actually both smile to the biggest regular TV show crowd in our history to date.] JR: Two weeks removed from Brawlin' and oh my have we got many things to discuss.. many people to talk to.. and many, many motives to be understood.. DD: And! JR: And? DD: We got a Heavyweight Champion! [BOOOOOOO!!!] JR: [sighs] That we do.. and although I'm not a big fan of the man in the least, "Bad Eye" McBaine proved to the world that he is the best the independents have to offer! DD: Indies, my ass. He's one of the best in this entire business, period! JR: Points could be made to justify such a notion.. but we are not here to do anything but tell you what we have in store for you tonight fans! DD: City Jack WILL lose tonight! I'm not a fan of Russ Brady, but damnit, the big Oklahomo is gonna murder that obese bastard! JR: That's right fans, City Jack [Pop!] will be taking on the man who got right into the face of our Heavyweight champ at the end of Brawlin'.. Russ Brady! DD: That was an idiotic move though, last thing you want is to piss off the champ.. he'll blind your sorry ass! JR: Furthermore.. our Tag Titles Tournament kicks off tonight with two of the four first round matches.. single elimination and boy do we have some interesting pairings tonight! DD: Calhoun and Lane.. that's gonna be fun to watch.. and what about Shane Destiny tagging with Jaime Roth?! JR: The last time they tagged.. it ended with Roth getting spiked into the canvas by his own teammate! DD: But the team with the littlest competition tonight has got to be the team of Bobby Ray Wilkins and Dave Bryant.. I mean, Mashima and Kellan?! TOO EASY! JR: Harisoto Mashima and Robert Kellan could possibly be the darkhorse however, as these two were successful as a team only two weeks ago.. and as you know in GIW.. anything can happe- [Suddenly a deep mellow sound of a guitar reverberates through the Sand Dollar 'arena', as a weakened voice speaks over the sound system... as Davidson and Rodgers know exactly whose music this is and quickly hightail out of the ring and to their seats..] #Where do I take this pain of mine# #I run but it stays right by my side# [Suddenly the guitar blares to life as the Metallica's "Until it Sleeps" echoes throughout the Marina. A HUGE heel pop ignites over the jam-packed Sand Dollar as the chaos is swallowed into the night sky.. you can hear the headsets being put on..] *DD*: It’s DA CHAMP!!! *JR*: That he certainly is with a hard fought victory over Leviticus Nelson at Brawlin’ on the Dock of the Bay. Of course after watching how he attacked an ALREADY injured manager, not a wrestler, Bobby Defay, it makes me AND a lot of people wonder if that’s the type of man we want representing our organization! *DD*: What are you cryin’ about?? He did what he NEEDED to do to get where he is now! The GIW NEEDS and finally HAS LEADERSHIP like that! #So tear me open, pour me out# #The things inside that scream and shout# #And the pain still hates me# #So hold me until it sleeps# [A camera zooms its way up the make-shift aisle finally stopping at the curtains. A hand emerges from behind the curtains and slowly begins to pull one of the curtains to the side. A massive figure dressed in black jeans, boots, a tank top with a face hidden behind his matted hair appears in the aisle way. A rather large eye patch can be made out beneath the hair and a litter of wounds stitched closed but still wet with life covers the figure’s body. It is the one eyed warrior known to the Grand Isle as "Bad Eye" McBaine. In his left, finger less gloved hand he drags the Grand Isle Wrestling Heavyweight Championship by his side.] *JR*: Despite the way McBaine carries that belt, ladies and gentlemen, that’s what every man in this organization has their sights set on. To one day hold that championship. *DD*: I don't know, man. After seeing what McBaine would do to get that belt, would YOU really want to try and take it off of him? *JR*: I value my health, so that would be a no. *DD*: Bitc- *JR*: DIRK-- [McBaine slowly makes his way to the ring, surveying the masses every couple of steps with a slight look of amusement. Once McBaine reaches the ring, he tosses the championship belt in to the center of the ring as he slides under the bottom rope. McBaine raises to his feet and immediately glares at little Hervez until the announcer quickly stumbles into the ring and hands a microphone to him. McBaine slowly spins around studying the screaming masses as he brings the microphone to smirking lips.] McB: ....... [McBaine drops the microphone to his side and looks off down the aisle as if his remaining eye had fallen upon some great vision. Seconds give birth into more seconds as McBaine stands entranced due most likely to some vision within his mind.] *JR*: Well? What’s he waiting for? *DD*: He’s the Champ! He can wait for as long as he wants! *JR*: A Champion who tosses this federation’s Heavyweight title on the ground and has yet to pick it up! *DD*: You want to tell him all this face to face? He’s right there! *JR*: Um, I think I'll pass. [Finally McBaine brings the microphone to the lips that have tasted more blood than most would want to ever imagine...] McB: On the morning of December 1st of 2001... I received a phone call... I had never heard the voice of the person on the other end before, but they came to me with an offer. They offered me the chance to do something that I do extremely well... they offered me a chance to do something that has always been in my heart for years upon years... They offered me a chance to draw fresh blood... [BIG HEEL POP!] McB: Now ever since the moment I walked away from this life well over a year ago I have received offers upon offers to come back for various organizations... you name a city... and they wanted me there... But there was something different about this offer... and that is why I took it... [McBaine lightly moistens his lips.] McB: It was different for one reason... There were no censors to please... There were no merchandising to feed... There were no strings attached... There was only the promise that IF I could handle it... I could run free to do as I pleased... [McBaine’s lips slowly curl into a smirk.] McB: So that’s what I did... Moralizing a giant... Stealing an eye... And picking up this little thing along the way! [The crowd explodes into a HUGE HEEL POP as McBaine lightly kicks the GIW Championship. He then bends over and picks up the belt. On the golden faceplate of the belt, there are three large dried, crimson streaks down the front of it. Next to the third streak is a small dot.] McB: Being the type of man I am... I decided to personalize this little trophy of mine. Each stroke marks the passing of a man that crossed my path... George Stevens... Doyle Woodall... Leviticus Nelson... and Bobby Joe... [McBaine pauses for a moment as memories of a squirming Defay fill his head. A light chuckle escapes him.] McB: In the last few months here I have spilled much blood, but despite what you believe it was not merely for my own pleasure. No no no... It was to try and ‘enlighten’ many of the lost and delusional souls that wander around this federation under false pretenses. It was to ensure that some people in this organization are put to a stop before they hurt themselves... [McBaine begins nod his head.] McB: Now there have been many intelligent men in this organization who have chosen the right path. They have chosen to fall in line, as it were, with the steps of the man who leads Grand Isle Wrestling... Me... [A BIG heel pop ignites over the crowds in the arena, as the war-hardened face of McBaine become more serious.] McB: Then again, there are also those men in this organization who still feel the need to go against the rules that are set out in place for THEIR OWN benefit. While some may use the excuse of being a newcomer to these lands, much like the bastardized offspring of that coward Casey James does... What was his name? Oh yes, Johnny Black... [A BIG FACE POP for the man who laid many out through tables on his first appearance in the GIW as McBaine chuckles slightly to himself.] McB: Black... you are new here so I shall give you this warning, personally... you are to follow MY LAWS while you tread in my land... otherwise you will join the marks upon my belt... Furthermore that goes out to any and all in this organization who believes that they are above MY LAW... [McBaine stops for a moment as his demeanor slowly begins to mold in to one of disdain.] McB: And that even goes for those ‘Outlaws’ out there. Got that, Taylor? If you follow my lead... we just MIGHT be able to start anew, friend... Otherwise it may just be like the last time you stood across the ring from me, battered and bruised in that ‘other’ dust ball of a town... [A slight pop bubbles for the mention of that ‘other’ fed. McBaine slowly proceeds to the ring ropes and looks to the back.] McB: With all that being said, there is just one other topic I must address... Russ Brady... [McBaine glares intensely at the back as he continues.] McB: The same man which squeezed a victory from the hands of defeat as his Faith was tested... The same man which cowardly hit the GIW Heavyweight Champion from behind while he wasn't paying attention to him... Russ... get you're ass out here... *DD*: Yeah! Get that gutless coward out here! *JR*: Gutless coward?? McBaine has hit more people from behind than Hervez has beers during a card! [Ask and ye shall receive...] #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNGGGGG!!# #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNGGGGG!!# [The church bells sound off and "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica fires up to a face pop. All eyes turn to the entrance as Russ Brady gives the curtain one good whack and calmly walks through, eyeing up the champion. Clad in black jeans, a loose white tanktop and black boots, and his scraggly, dirty blonde hair held back by a thin black bandana, Brady wastes no time getting into the ring and coming face to face with McBaine.] *JR*: These men do *not* like each other one bit, make no mistake. *DD*: Maybe we'll see some righteous hick ass kicking from McBaine. Grab your left nut and pray Jake. *JR*: WHAT?! *DD*: For righteous hick asskicking! [Brady commandeers a microphone from the outside and stares at the one eyed champion, sneering.] RB: Well, here Ah am "champ." [Russ says it derisively, making it sound like an insult.] RB: Gotta say...never thought Ah'd hear all 'at whinin' from such a legendary toughman, such as yerself. A lil' hot'n bothered 'bout me hittin' ya from behind at Brawlin', Ah see. You can keep on whinin' an' moanin' 'bout that, if ya want, but rest assured that Ah'd have hitcha jes' the same if you were facin' me. [Brady nods to the champ, cracking a sly grin.] RB: You may scare women'n small children, McBaine, you may be feared throughout the wrestlin' landscape, but Ah don't buy it fer a second. Ah ain't scared of you, freakshow, an' Ah'm tellin' ya to yer face...figured ya may 'preciate that... considerin' how much that lariat from the back pissed ya off. But that ain't all Ah came ta say. See, that shiny little belt you were kickin' around before...well hell, Ah ain't gonna mince words...Ah want the sonofabitch. An' if Ah gotta go through you, if Ah gotta rip your legendary ass to pieces...Ah'll do it, an' Ah'll enjoy doin' it. Ah won't think twice about it, hear me champ? [Brady steps right up into the face of the champ, pointing to the title thrown over his shoulder as McBaine stares through him.] RB: So Ah guess you can say ya got yer first challenger to the throne. [McBaine's deadly serious face suddenly lightens as a devilish smile curls across his face.] McB: Russell... RB: That's Russ to you. [FACE POP as the smile from McBaine's face drops away... only to return seconds later.] McB: 'Russ'.... You seem to be brimming with such an overbearing amount of pent up anger in your soul. It makes me worry about you sometimes. See, I've been watching you Russell and from what I've seen... you remind me of a story I once heard... RB: Is there a reason ya called me down here, tough guy, or did ya jes' wanna tell war stories an' bullshit for a bit? [McBaine chuckles slightly.] McB: Fair enough... you just want to get down to business, don't you? I can respect that. More so Russell... I respect you. [A small 'WHAT DA FUCK?' POP erupts as McBaine pats the belt on his shoulder. He takes a step closer to the somewhat confused Brady.] McB: I completely understand where you are coming from Russell... You were born in the back of some two bit barn somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Family nothing more than a plethora a 'country hicks' and 'mountain rednecks'... and at this stage in your life you are ashamed. [McBaine taps his index finger on Brady's chest.] McB: You are ashamed of what you might end of being forever... You... [Brady looks down at McBaine's finger for a moment causing McBaine to draw it back.] McB: You don't REALLY want to fight me for this belt, Russell. That's just what all those delusional people out there THINK you need to do. But it won't help you really. All it will do is cause you to bleed and still remain... A hillbilly... [A TREMENDOUS "IT'S ON!!!" POP explodes as Brady takes a step even closer to McBaine.] McB: But fear not, Brady! I know EXACTLY what your TRUE heart desires. It's not about this gold of mine... Understand Brady... you and me... we are men cut from much of the same cloth. We back down from no man and are not afraid to take advantage of an ‘opportunity’ when we see it. The way I see it, Russell... we belong on the same side... side by side... And THAT Russell... is what you truly desire... [McBaine slowly extends his hand to Brady, who looks at it and backs away.] RB: Put yer hand down. Now gimme one good reason why I should forget about kickin' yer ass, why I should forget about winnin' 'at belt, jes' to be yer...partner. An' Ah don't mean money, nuthin' like that...Ah mean how's it gonna benefit me...then, maybe, Ah'll get back to ya. [Brady throws the mic down and exits the ring, eyeing up McBaine as he backs down the aisle. McBaine slowly lowers his hand, still watching Brady.] McB: If you truly want a reason Russell... I'll make sure you receive one... Even if it kills you... [McBaine drops the mic as we cut back to ringside.] JR: Oh my! What a way to start off the show! "Bad Eye" McBaine trying rather desperately to bring Russ Brady to his side, but it seems like Russ is unwilling and unwavering! DD: Desperately? McBaine is the goddamn champ, he doesn't need Brady nor his help, he's just trying to save Russ a lot of pain, and a lot of heartache. JR: So you say.. DD: And I am right, nootch! JR: [sighs] Fans, in our opening contest, two men who were tag partners at Brawlin' just two weeks ago, will collide one on one.. and there is no love lost between 'em! DD: Clever change of subject, but nevertheless, Jake Cutler and Lucas McCall had their opposing team dominated at Brawlin' .. but Cutler's mental instability cost them the contest, and tonight.. in just a few minutes, the badboy from Boston is gonna exact some revenge on the rehtahrd! JR: Way to say it like such. DD: Eat my cock. JR: I'll pass. DD: That's a first. JR: [sighs] Anyway.. let's go to some pre-recorded comments from one Lucas McCall! [Fade into a shot of backstage at the Sand Dollar Marina, sitting in the dilapidated locker room is one Lucas McCall, pulling his last shitkicker on as we enter. His jet black hair is covered by a green beanie that has the Celtics logo on the front, a Paul Pierce Jersey and black windbreaker pants finish the ensemble. Upon seeing the camera, Lucas smirks a bit and speaks, in his heavily tainted accent.] LM: Well, I lost again. This time ta' a couple ah retahds because of mah equally retahded pahtner. Robaht, I'm goin' to get ya' ass back, you can count on that, and the slope? I couldn't cahe less 'bout you, boy. [McCall sighs a bit.] LM: Losin' and losin' and losin' just ain't somethin' I can get used ta'. But the fact remahins, that ah have too, sometimes. Now, I get a little bit o' my pahide back by facin' Jake Cutlah. [McCall smirks a bit at the name.] LM: Cutlah, you my fahiend ah a dime a dozen. You got an attitude? So what? You beat women? So does half the rostah heyah in Gee-Eye-Dubya. What does that make you, Cutlah? Special? Ah think not. I'm goin' to rip ya' head off and shit down ya' thahoat, whethah you like it o' not. [McCall chuckles at the thought, then goes on.] LM: So, we've come down to the fact that you ah nothin' moah than a fifth rate wannabe. But you have wrasslin' skill, 'eh? [Lucas spits.] LM: That don't mean shit when ya' don't have ya' arms, son. You can take ya' special training in Brazil, you can take your titles, your awahds and ya' accolades, and shove 'em straight up ya' ass. They'll mean just about as much as they do now. Wrasslin' is wrasslin', so Ima do what I have to do to win, whethah it means followin' the rules or not. It may seem dishonahable ta' ya', but it all falls the same. In the end, ya' goin' ta' be stahin' stahight up at the lights. See ya' then, bitch, nighty night. [Fade out.] DD: What an accent! JR: Good Christ, that's.. just horrible. DD: You makin' fun of Bostonians?! JR: Not in general. DD: Regardless, it's time for Lucas to exact some damn revenge! JR: Possibly.. let's take it over to Antonio Hervez for the official opening introductions.. [Cut to Hervez, who's got that bottle of Cuervo resting beside him on the mat.. his eyes already heavily glazed over as he gets a rip roaring pop! from the crowd!] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our opening contest ess scheduled for one fall.. with a feefteen meenute time leemit.. 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 "Razorblade" 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 Janiero, Brazil.. 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 # [Finally Cutler tilts his head up, his black eyes now dead set on the ring ahead of him as the fans begin to boo the certifiable madman to shit. The Assassin lurks down the long,drab, plain 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, still in awe if not tantalized by the body crippler himself, begin to show some sort of reaction as they boo the mighty warrior known as Jake Cutler as the music fades out.] JR: This man is a true warrior and one who, in my opinion, if he can keep his head straight, will make a great impact in this company in the near future. DD: For once, well said. AH: And hees opponent.. ['Protect Ya' Neck' by the Wu-Tang Clan plays over the Gee Eye Dub sound system, out from the back walks Lucas McCall, he walks gingerly to the ring, cursing at the fans as he does, plastered across his face is both a drunken daze and a shit-eating grin, nothing fancy 'bout this guy.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 237 pounds.. and he hails from Boston, Massachusetts.. here is.. LUCAS McCALL!!!! [Monster heel pop! for this quickly hated man from Boston. He just smiles at the boos, then at Cutler..] JR: No love lost between these two, lemme tell ya that. ----------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Opening Singles Match!!! Lucas McCall vs. "Razorblade" Jake Cutler Written By: Terry Jue ----------------------------------------------- [DING! DING! DING!] [Cutler and McCall rush at each other at the outset, with Cutler shooting low, going for a double leg takedown and McCall taking the opportunity to nail the Brazilian with an overhead forearm smash across the back. However, Cutler keeps his hold around the New Englander's legs, absorbing the blows and finally muscling McCall down. At which point, the two begin to roll around the canvas, exchanging wild punches.] JR: Cutler and McCall are going at it, but neither of them can seem to gain an advantage! DD: It's all in the ring strategy, Jakey-baby. First one that gets in that nutshot or eye gouge has gotta' win! [The two finally roll away from each other. But just as soon as they reach a vertical base, they rush at each other again. This time, McCall swings out with a lariat, but Cutler rolls under, catching the lumbering Boston native with a kick to the back of the knee. McCall is then quickly taken down with a reverse drop-toehold, sending him falling onto his back. Cutler gets to his feet, trying to turn McCall over for some sort of leg submission, but...] *****SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!!!***** [BRUTALITY POP!] JR: DEAR GOD!!! LUCAS MCCALL COULD'VE BROKEN JAKE CUTLER'S JAW WITH THAT PUNCH!!! DD: That was no kick to the groin, but it'll have to do! [Time seems to stand still after the resounding crack echoes throughout the arena from the punch. Cutler backs up a few steps, holding his jaw, before almost comedically falling straight onto his back. McCall gets up gingerly, with a very slight limp to his step. He immediately drops down, choking Cutler. Mixed pop...the crowd doesn't really care for either guy.] JR: Lucas McCall's choking the life out of Jake Cutler! Come on, Francois...keep this match clean. DD: Don't kid yourself, Rodgers. Cutler and McCall are gonna' pound the living crap outta' each other and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it! [His eyes watering from the strain, Cutler throws several closed-fists to the side of McCall's head, rocking the Bostonian's head, but not releasing his grip. Finally, Cutler grabs McCall's wrist with both his hands and twists.] JR: Beautiful counter right into a hammerlock out of nowhere by Jake Cutler! DD: What's with this wrestling crap!? Come on...back to the punching! JR: You're hopeless, Dirk. DD: And you're a mamby-pamby goody two-shoes homo-erotic punkbitch. But...I'm not complaining. JR: ..... [Having reversed positions, Cutler, seated on McCall's back, releases the hammerlock and smiles, having obtained the most dominant position in shoot-fighting. He cocks back an arm and...] _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ _(_(_(__SMACK!__)_)_)_ [HUGE BLOODTHIRSTY POP!] DD: He's smacking the s[bleep] outta' him!! JR: Those open-handed strikes to the back of the head are devastating! Cutler could pop an eardrum...he can knock McCall out right now! DD: Crap! Not so soon! I got the over/under at five minutes! [Left with not many options other than covering up, Lucas McCall does just that, finally managing to spin out, knocking Jake Cutler off his back and McCall quickly rolls out of the ring, holding the back of his head, walking in quite a daze.] JR: Lucas McCall finally got out of that assault, but he's certainly worse for wear. DD: Just give him a couple of seconds to recover. He'll be exchanging bitchslaps with Cutler before ya' know it! [Cutler slides out of the ring, stalking McCall. He tries to sneak up on the New Englander with a clothesline, but McCall surprises Cutler by quickly spinning around and stopping him cold with an uppercut to the jaw that snaps the Brazilian's head back. Staggered, Cutler doesn't have time to prepare for what's coming...] Crowd: OH!!! JR: LOW BLOW!! God, this must be the most brutal, lack of technique encounter in a wrestling ring that I've ever seen! DD: Who cares? This is beautiful! This is the goddamned Van Gogh of wrestling matches! [Looking mightily pissed, McCall slings a hurting Cutler into the ring. He enters quickly after, nailing Cutler in the back with a series of stomps. He pulls Cutler up and slings him into the ropes, catching him with a kick right in the gut upon his return. McCall sticks Cutler's head between his legs and pounds him on the back with another stiff forearm smash, before lifting...] ____TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!____ ["Hey, it's a piledriver!" pop!] JR: PILEDRIVER...and Jake Cutler got spiked! DD: Not yet, man! It ain't been five minutes yet! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT! JR: No! Cutler gets the shoulder up! [McCall slaps his hand on the canvas and curses to himself. He drags up Cutler and nails him with several kidney shots, before slinging him off towards the ropes once more. He throws a wild roundhouse kick, which Cutler ducks, by clipping his balancing leg out from under him! McCall drops to the canvas, clutching his knee.] DD: Oooo...that's gotta' hurt. Joe Theisman retired from less! JR: Who? DD: Joe Theisman! Former football great! Washington Redskin! You never heard of him? JR: Well... DD[Muttering]: Punkass bitch. [Cutler presses his advantage, nailing McCall in the knee with several more kicks. He drags McCall up, and picks him up on his shoulders...] ____TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!____ [Mixed pop!] JR: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! DD: Right on the head, too! God, these guys have been killing each other. JR: But why isn't Cutler going for the pin? [Cutler rolls to his feet, waiting for McCall to rise. He locks McCall into a front facelock, grabbing an arm.] JR: He's going for the Decollater! His single-arm DDT! DD: Watch for the... [...] Crowd: OH!!! [However, McCall counters with a quick knee to the groin! Heel pop!] DD: ...low blow. JR: Another cheapshot in a match filled with nothing but cheapshots! Wait, small package by McCall! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [Heel pop! as a bruised up Lucas McCall leaps to his feet, holding up an arm in victory.] JR: Out of nowhere!! The small package roll-up takes the dupe for Lucas McCall!! DD: What counter, what a man.. he's a modern day legend!! [And cut to Cutler.. who is back to his feet.. fire burning in his eyes.. as McCall keeps his hand raised.. and back to Cutler..] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. LUCAS McCALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Massive heel pop!! for the announcement.. and then a semi-heel, semi-face pop as Cutler immediately lashes out.. rocking McCall in the back of the skull with a rolling elbow!] DD: Down goes Frazzzzziah! JR: Cutler attacking McCall from the backside.. and to be quite honest, I don't know whether to be angry or joyous.. for both of these men are despicable! DD: Bullsheeit! Cutler on the attack.. he's picking McCall back up.. he's got him locked and tosses.. [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] [SEMI-POP!!!!] JR: EXPLOIDAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DD: With impa- [And then the crowd explodes in a big time FACE POP! as the masked dragon himself, Harisoto Mashima sprints down to the ring.. hopping onto the ring apron.. and then up to the top turnbuckle with pure brilliance..] JR: MASHIMA IS HERE!! AND CUTLER HAS NO IDEA!! [Cutler turns around.. and Mashima leaps.. TTTTTTHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!] JR: TOP ROPE SPINNING HEEL KICK JUST CAUGHT JAKE CUTLER FLUSH IN THE CHIN AND CUTLER ROLLS TO THE FLOOR!! DD: The question begs.. why help Lucas McCall?! JR: I don't think he was saving Lucas as much as getting osme payback for his singles loss to Cutler weeks ago.. DD: What a staredown! [That's right.. as Cutler backs up the ramp holding his face.. he points to Mashima.. and just glares.. the masked man seemingly looking right back..] JR: What a way to kick off the show! Fans.. up next is the first of two first round contests held tonight in the GIW Tag Titles tournament.. and boy this one should be a doozy. DD: A doozy? This one is gonna be brutality, Jake. On one side.. we got a duo that couldn't come together and lost to that big hunk of shit City Jack at Brawlin'.. and on the other side.. we got two guys who absolutely hate each other.. JR: Not only do they hate each other.. at Brawlin'.. they went to a twenty minute time limit draw.. something that surely does not sit easily in either man's stomach.. DD: Ya got that right. JR: Let's see what Shane Destiny had to say earlier this evening.. [Fade in. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny is standing "backstage", dressed in his ring attire, as well as a black Florida Marlins jersey, worn open. Roxie stands beside him, also dressed in her usual gear. Destiny wipes his nose for a second, and then speaks.] 2SD: It seems as if some folks have a sense o'humor. It seems as if the folks runnin' GIW have a really funny sense o'humor. They take the one person in this damn place I hate the most, team him up with me, and throw us in a tag team tournament. Expectin' us to get along. Funny, eh? [Destiny sneezes.] 2SD: And on top o'that, I got a cold. Life certainly has taken a turn towards the unusual. [Destiny pulls a handkerchief out of his back pocket, and wipes his nose again.] 2SD: But now ain't th'time for excuses. Jamie Roth -- y'know I hate y'er stinkin' guts. Y'know that if y'fuck this one up f'er me, I will make sure that th'next time we cross paths, you won't be leavin' unless y'er in a wheelchair. [Roxie pouts and elbows Shane in his ribs.] 2SD: Ow! What the heck was that for? ROXIE: I don't want this match to happen, Shane. 2SD: I know, sweetie. But it's either team with Roth, or we don't come back here anymore. ROXIE: Well, we might as well just pack up! If not having to deal with Angie means we get to leave this festering stinkpit, then I'll be glad to do it! 2SD: Now, now, hon -- y'know y'll miss the gumbo and that other spicy stuff y'like if we don't come back here. ROXIE: Hey, I do _not_ like gumbo. 2SD: Besides -- it won't last long. Knowin' Roth, he'll find another way t'screw this one up. Then, it'll be back to where we knew best -- on our own. [Destiny sneezes again, pulling out the handkerchief to wipe his nose.] 2SD: God _damn't!_ [With that, we fade back to the commentators.] DD: This is horrible! Shane is sick.. and he's gotta tag with the man he hates the most?! JR: Sounds like a betting man wo- DD: Jake! You are right! Lemme get out my cell! JR: [sighs] Figured you would. While Dirk is checking the odds.. let's see what Shane Destiny's partner, Jaime Roth, had to say about tonight. [Fade in to the backstage area of the Sand Dollar Marina, where one Jamie Roth is pacing back and forth. He's wearing a White Lion T-shirt, a pair of Puma warm-up pants, and has his dark brown hair all spikey, as per usual. Jamie doesn't appear to be his usual jolly self, obviously.] Roth: Man, a time limit draw? That's unbelievable... [Jamie shakes his head with a sigh as he continues pacing.] JR: And now, I've gotta team with Destiny. Just great. [sighs] You know, I've gotta admit it, Shane: it was a pretty good match. We showed each other that we were on the same level; that we were no better than each other when it came down to pure skill. But you know what, Shane? I hate to sound all high and mighty, but the fact is that you didn't prove yourself to be a better person than _me_. [At this point, Roth stops pacing and glances towards the camera with an intensity like we've never seen before within him.] JR: See, Shane, you make excuses for your shortcomings. Now, I'll admit that I make mistakes myself...but at least I don't hide 'em like you do and take my frustrations out on others. The difference between you and me, sir, is that you're an _asshole_. [Jamie nods, affirming that, yes indeed, he -- the goodie-two-shoes nice bawh -- did just call Shane Destiny an "asshole."] JR: Yeah, I'll do the honorable thing and team with you, Shane. I won't bitch, I won't moan, I won't complain, period. I expect you to be professional...but then again, you're not exactly the most trustworthy man in the world, are you? [Suddenly, Angie bursts onto the scene.] A: Okay, let's start the pro- [...] A: Jamie, did you just start the promo _without_ me? JR: Well, yeah...but hey, when you see the tape of it, I think you'll be pretty impressed with it! A: Ooh! You're a burden sometimes, Jamie...but you know what? I'll take your word for it since you're such a nice, honest guy. Let's go. [Jamie shrugs and walks off-screen. Angie sighs, blowing a bang away from her face, and proceeds to follow her charge. Fade.] Rodgers: What a respectable young man in Jaime Roth. DD: Riiiiiight. JR: The kid is smart Dirk, he wants gold, and he knows he'll have to work with Destiny as a unit to accomplish such a goal. DD: True enough, but see, they are facing Lane and Calhoun.. it won't matter! JR: Speaking of Kendrick Lane, let's see what the self-proclaimed "Classy One" had to say earlier tonight. [Scene: We're standing outside the Sand Dollar Marina Cargo Stationing Area. Or rather...your own personal Class-ssiah, Senor Class, the man with various other nicknames that have "class" in them, "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane, standing outside the venue, working his mojo. He's dressed in a preppy looking sweater and khaki chinos, looking much like an Old Navy model. He catches sight of the camera, giving us a big 'old thumbs up!] KL: Hey there, guys and dolls! It's that time again! [Cue the cheesy grin.] KL: It's the classiest five minutes in television today, people! Kendrick Lane coming to your television sets in low-definition! [He semi-Hula dances briefly, before stopping and giving the camera a nice flex of his right bicep. He pats his arm, admiring himself quite nicely.] KL: *This* is the product of a life lived well. A life dedicated to truth, justice, and the Kendrick-ian way! [He sighs.] KL: Of course...that _still_ doesn't stop people like City Jack from trying to destroy this beautiful way of life. Did you see him? Him and that child molestor guy. Yeah...that Calhoun fella'. Notice how they were working together in an effort to defeat *me*, the obviously SUPERIOR wrestler? Notice that? [...] KL: DID YOU NOTICE IT, GODDAMNIT!?!?! [He calms himself.] KL: *Ahem* Well...yeah, of course you did. Fans of mine aren't blind to the truth or nothing. Oh...nonono, you saw their evil plan! You saw that devious scheme! Heck, good 'ole Kendrick saw through it like it was Jaime Roth's whore's silky underwear. [He shakes his head.] KL: Only evil, demented minds would _EVER_ think of a plan like that. I mean, is it _NOT_ obvious that their intent was for me to beat the ever loving _FUDGE_ outta' Calhoun, only to let City Jack attack me from behind like a coward!? [Kendrick frowns.] KL: That hurt. It...it really did. I never expected them to stoop to levels *that* low just to defeat me. I'm so angry, I could...I could... [...] KL: ...I COULD RIP THAT BITCH'S DAMN FACE OFF!!! [Oops! Kendrick covers his mouth, eyes wide open.] KL: *Gasp* I...I have no idea what happened there. It's...it's all just too stressful for me right now. That's right...so very stressful... [He closes his eyes and takes deep breaths.] KL: Think classy thoughts....think classy thoughts.... [He finally opens his eyes, looking much better.] KL: But...the kicker, my legion of Class-sciples, is that I'm teaming with Calhoun this week. How's that for a kick in the gonads? *Me*...Kendrick Lane, teamed up with a man that's hellbent on picking up his dates at the local playground. [Lane shakes his head.] KL: Sometimes, you have to wonder if there's something wrong with those people running the GIW. And heck, look at who my opponents are! Roth and Destiny! Didn't I just beat both of them single-handedly like...last week!? [Kendrick rolls his eyes.] KL: And yeah...they're a real respectable bunch of people. [He cups his hand over his mouth and leans in close.] KL: I'm not the one to gossip or start false rumors, but you know Shane Destiny's girl? The pudgy one? Yeah...the fat chick. I don't wanna' start anything, but you know what they say about that kind of girl, right? [Kendrick frowns.] KL: You don't know? Do I have to spell it out for you? [...] KL: I mean, just look at her! Come on, it's obvious! [He sighs.] KL: Alright, I'll tell you...but keep it a secret, 'k? [He grins.] [...] KL: FAT CHICKS ARE EASY, DAMNIT!!! SHE'S A SLUT! A SLUT!!! A DIRTY, MORAL-LESS HELL BOUND SLUT!!! [And once more, Kendrick's face is filled with calm serene.] KL: But...I'm not one to judge. [He shrugs.] KL: Heck, after all, I'm just a regular guy. A regular guy who just also happens to be... [Strike that dramatic pose!] KL: ...CLASSY~! [Fade out.] DD: CLASSY! JR: Kendrick Lane definitely looks up for the challenge tonight.. so let's take you over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. |
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[Cut to stumbling Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is a first round match of the GRand Isle Wrestling Tag Titlte Tournament! [Pop!] And it is scheduled for one fall.. introducing first.. [Without an '80s metal intro, because our hero grew out of it, "Single" by 26 Weeks begins blasting over the PA, prompting a face pop. Of course, this means that none other than Jamie Roth emerges from the entrance portal, led by his manager Angie.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he is accompanied to the ring by Angie [POP!!].. he weighs in tonight at 221 pounds.. and he hails from St. Louis, Missouri.. here is.. JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big time face pop!!! Roth, clad in his usual ring attire, follows Angie towards the ring, high-fiving some fans along the way. Angie and Jamie then enter the ring, where Jamie proceeds to hop on the middle turnbuckle and raise a devil sign in the air as Angie points towards him.] AH: And his partner.. ["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.. "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.. Destiny glaring down Roth who glares back..Roxie and Angie staying away from each other.. but the tension is nasty.] JR: You could cut the tension with a knife right here. DD: Time for the classy entrance! JR: Good God. AH: And introducing their opponents.. [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 a buffoon. DD: Stop yappin' Jake.. this man is classier than you ever could be! JR: I bet. AH: And his partner.. # 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. 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: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 220 pounds.. and he hails from [pauses].. beats the shit out of me [Pop!].. here is.. REGGIE CALHOUN!!! [Pretty decent heel pop as he just eyes down the opposition.] ------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: First Round of Tag Titles Tournament!! Reggie Calhoun/Kendrick Lane vs. Shane Destiny/Jaime Roth Written By: Andy Doran ------------------------------------------------------------- JR: This is the first of the first round matches to determine the first ever GIW tag team champions. DD: A lot of firsts there, I'll tell ya' a first though, last night was the first time I cornholed three girl-- JR: [interrupting] Anyway folks, we have Reggie Calhoun and Kendrick Lane taking on Shane Destiny and Jamie Roth, should be interesting with the volatile characters involved. DD: Should be interesting since we have the CLASSY~! one here, that's for sure. He'll dominate. JR: "He'll dominate?" But it's a tag match. DD: Doesn't matter, he'll dominate, trust me. JR: [sigh] Anyway folks, Eli Francois is calling for the bell and this one is underway. [DING! DING! DING!] DD: Lane and Roth starting it off. JR: Indeed they are. [Both men circle one another and Roth tries for a dropkick to the knees of the much bigger Lane, who sidesteps and kicks Roth in the face, sending him back a bit. Roth gets up to his feet and charges at Lane but Kendrick pushes him down back to the mat, laughing a bit as the crowd gives a heel pop.] JR: Lane showing his power and size advantage by man-handling Jamie. Not a good sign for Roth so far. DD: He's cla...cla...CLASSY~! What do you expect? JR: Would you stop that? DD: Stop what? JR: The whole CLASSY~! thing, it's annoying. DD: ... [Roth gets back up again and goes over, kicking the smiling Lane directly in the stomach, doubling Kendrick over. The Classy One then is locked in a front facelock by Roth, who drives him into the mat with a DDT. Jamie goes to run off the ropes but Destiny slaps him on the back, tagging himself in, nonetheless Roth comes off and nails a legdrop across the throat of Lane to a face pop from the crowd.] JR: Roth out of the ring and glaring at Destiny as he does so, Shane tagged himself in without any sign of approval from Roth, you can tell these two aren't going to work well together. DD: Oh well, atleast we get to see Angie and Roxie, and really, isn't that all that matters? JR: [sigh] [Destiny picks Lane up and throws him against the ropes, Kendrick bounces off and ducks underneath a Destiny clothesline attempt, bouncing off the other side and coming with a classy clothesline of his own, knocking Destiny to the ground. Lane kicks Destiny in the face while on the mat, causing a heel pop from the crowd.] JR: Lane is really showing no respect to Destiny and Roth, I guess he feels he's above them on some level. DD: Well, he is, he _DID_ beat them both, ya' know. JR: Doesn't mean he's above them. DD: By logic it does. JR: Whoever said we have to be logical? DD: Good point. [Lane picks Destiny back up but Shane stops him in his tracks with a kick to the stomach, doubling Kendrick over. Lane's sore ribs at the hands of a City Jack splash are shown as he grimaces in pain, Destiny on the other hand takes the opportunity and locks the Classy One in a front chancery. He lifts him high into the air and falls back with a vertical suplex, shaking the ring from impact. Destiny gets up and shoots a quick glare at Roth before focusing back on Kendrick.] JR: Nice vertical suplex by Destiny, he does execute moves well, have to give him that. DD: I don't have to give him anything, really. But he is pretty cool and he's got a fine ass bitch so he's okay in my book. [Destiny bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across the throat of Lane, following right up with a hook of the leg and a pin.] JR: Eli Francois with the count. ONE TWO THKICKOUT! DD: Kickout by the master of class. JR: Reggie Calhoun didn't even make an attempt to break it up, I guess we can see how this is going to go. DD: Pretty obvious, neither of these teams like their respective partners so I wouldn't count on any kind of teamwork at all. JR: That's evident. [Destiny picks Lane back up again and Kendrick is the one to fire back this time, with a slap to the side of Destiny's head, temporarily stunning Shane. Lane locks him around the waist and throws him over with a belly-to-belly suplex, falling hard to the mat. Destiny grimaces in pain, holding at his back as Lane holds onto his side a little bit, his abdomen hitting the mat and Destiny when it fell, still showing the after-thoughts of City Jack.] DD: That fat bastard has put a dent in the armor of Kendrick, blasphemy. JR: Let's not get started on City Jack, he's not involved in this so leave it alone. DD: Bah, he's so fat that he takes up space wherever he is, so technically he _IS_ in this match, his rotund girth precedes over all. JR: [sigh] [Lane picks Destiny up off the mat and locks on a front chancery. He quickly throws him over with a snap suplex, the impact apparent by the size of the thud. He's not done yet though as he picks him directly back up, keeping the chancery on and throwing him over with _ANOTHER_ snap suplex. Not to be outdone by anyone else, Kendrick picks him up again, spiking his head into the ground with a DDT to finish the chain of moves.] JR: Nice set of moves by Lane there and he's going with a pin on Destiny. ONE TWO THREKICKOUT! [Roxie, on the outside yells at Roth for not going in and breaking up the count but Jamie just shrugs. Angie laughs a little bit as the fans on the outside just stare at the respective asses of the two beautiful ladies.] JR: Destiny barely kicked out, it was almost over. DD: That's what happens when you get in the ring with a man with so much damned Class. JR: Jesus, stop it already, I've asked ya' once already. DD: Don't hate. JR: Riiiiiiight. [Destiny picks himself up off the mat as Lane argues with the referee on the count a bit. Shane grabs Lane and tries throwing him in the ropes but Kendrick reverses, sending Shane to the ropes, Lane ducks down for a back body drop but Destiny sees this coming and kicks Kendrick right in the chin, sending Lane's head snapping up, taking control once more, Destiny grabs him and throws him over with a Northern Lights Suplex for a pin.] ONE TWO THRKICKOUT! [Both men get right back to their feet and Destiny charges at Lane, Kendrick, ever on his toes picks Shane up and throws him over with a hard spinebuster.] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD" JR: Ouch, that'll put your spine in check. DD: Indeed. [Lane picks Destiny up again and throws him towards the turnbuckle, Destiny reverses and Lane hits hard in the corner. Kendrick comes back out, in a daze and Shane grabs him, throwing him over with a t-bone suplex, nearly heaving him halfway across the ring, showing off his brute strength. Before he can go to keep the advantage his way , Roth slaps him on the back, tagging himself in, the two men glare at each other as Roth enters the ring through the ropes.] JR: More miscommunication 'tween Roth/Destiny, they're not really ones who seem to want to tag in and out. DD: Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Jacob, for all of our mentally retarded viewers out there. [Roxie and Angie begin jawing on the outside and each of their men turn to try and calm them down while still in the ring. This gives Lane an opportunity to get to his feet. Which he does, walking over slowly to his own corner and tagging in Reggie Calhoun. Lane goes and rests on the outside, watching the scuffle between the women as well.] JR: Calhoun in now, Roth and Destiny better quit watching the ladies or try to calm them down if they want to win, because Calhoun and Lane are dangerous, _ESPECIALLY_ when backs are turned. DD: I think your dangerous when someone's back is turned, if ya' know what I mean. JR: ... [Seizing opportunity, Calhoun runs up behind Roth, knocking him into Destiny, sending Shane through the ropes and to the outside and rolls him up with a schoolboy.] ONE TWO THREKICKOUT! [Face pop.] JR: Almost got him there, out of nowhere with the roll-up. DD: Almost doesn't matter though, unfortunately for Calhoun. [Roth gets up and Calhoun immediately tries for an open-handed slap, Roth ducks underneath and lifts him up on his shoulders, driving him down quickly with a Death Valley Driver, snapping his head off the mat with such. Jamie quickly gets to his feet and runs over to the ropes, springing off the middle rope with an Asai Moonsault right across the sternum of Calhoun to a nice pop from the crowd.] JR: Nicely executed. DD: He's not finished yet, since he's getting to his feet again. [Indeed, Roth goes to the outside and waits, watching Calhoun intently. Reggie begins getting off the mat, clutching at his stomach as he does so and Jamie leaps to the top rope, perching himself up. Reggie turns around and Roth jumps off with a missile dropkick.] "THUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD" CROWD: OHHHHHHHH! JR: Calhoun moved! He sidestepped the missile dropkick! DD: Roth fell _HARD_ to the mat, now _THAT_ has to hurt. [Roth gets up and holds at his legs as Calhoun preys behind him. Turning around right into the arms of Reggie, Jamie is dropped in an inverted atomic drop, getting a sympathetic groan from the males in the crowd, Reggie bounces off the ropes and comes back with a knee to the face of Roth, sending him down to the mat again.] JR: Calhoun taking control here now. DD: As we can see. [Reggie lifts Jamie up and off the mat and picks him up, landing a hard backbreaker across his knee, Roth slides off, holding at his back as Calhoun thinks of his next move. Reggie bounces off the ropes and comes back, trying for a fist drop but Roth rolls out of the way, making Calhoun hit nothing but mat.] JR: Although he isn't too experienced, you can tell Jamie has a lot of common sense. DD: Well, I'd hope so, you don't want someone to wallop on your forehead, that's for sure. [Roth gets to his feet and Calhoun slowly rises to his, clutching at his hand as he does so. Turning around, Jamie levels him with a superkick right to the chin, spit and sweat flies over from the impact as Calhoun drops like a ton of bricks. Roth goes over for the pin.] ONE TWO THRKICKOUT! [A heel pop as Roth looks a little miffed, picking Calhoun up and to his feet. Jamie goes over and actually tags(!) Destiny in, Shane looks as surprised as many as he gets in, the two stare at each other for a split second and Calhoun takes advantage, trying to whip Destiny into the ropes, Shane reverses and drops down to the mat, Roth sees the opportunity and bounces off the other side, Calhoun goes over Shane and Destiny rises to his feet, Jamie tries to hit a cross-body block on SD but Calhoun sidesteps and Roth hits Destiny, sending Shane through the ropes.] JR: More miscommunication between the two. DD: The way the cookie crumbles. [Roth just shrugs and goes outside the ring to his team's corner and Destiny gets up on the outside, looking a little confused, nonetheless he comes back in and Calhoun tags in Lane. The classy one emerges, as Destiny comes back in.] JR: Destiny and Lane once again. DD: The two best dudes in the match-up, methinks. JR: Of course you do. [Destiny and Lane lock-up and Kendrick takes quick advantage with a side headlock, Destiny doesn't let this last long however as he grabs Lane around the waist and throws him over with a belly-to-back suplex, Kendrick bounces up quickly and comes at Destiny with a big boot, Shane ducks underneath and grabs him, throwing him over this time with a head-and-arm suplex. Lane again pops up and stops another hold from Shane by grabbing him up on his shoulders and tossing him over his head and onto his knee with a gutbuster to a nice heel pop from the crowd. Destiny clutches at his stomach as Lane gets up, however the delay of pain from the two aforementioned suplexes finally kicks in and Lane falls over, face first into the mat.] DD: What a warrior Lane is, he just couldn't take the pain anymore and had to lie down. JR: .....Right. DD: See? Even Jacob knows. JR: Sure I do. [Both men are down momentarily and each other's partners don't seem to be too worried about it. Lane begins moving first, then Destiny, both men rise to their feet at about the same time. Lane tries for a clotheline on Shane once again but Destiny ducks underneath and pushes Lane into his own corner, Kendrick tags Calhoun in and moves out of the way of Destiny, who was charging into the corner with his chest. In a daze, Shane falls back and Lane holds him up. Motioning for Reggie to do something, Calhoun nods and steps back.] JR: This maybe it. DD: Maybe? This _IS_ it. [Reggie tries for a superkick but Destiny ducks down and Lane is hit instead, Kendrick falls backwards and onto the apron. Knowing he messed up, Calhoun sticks his head through the ropes to check on Kendrick. Destiny grabs him from behind and locks on a half-nelson. He throws Calhoun over, Reggie's head bouncing off the mat from the pressure into a bridge, perfectly executed Eli Francois counts.] JR: HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! AND THE BRIDGE!! ONE TWO THREE!!!!!!!!!!! [DING! DING! DING!] JR: DESTINY AND ROTH WIN! DD: Dammit! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winners of the match.. the team of.. "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY AND JAIME ROTH!!! [Big time pop mostly for Roth as the fans still hate Destiny.. Roth climbing into the ring and locks eyes with Destiny who returns the evil staredown..] DD: They sure aren't acting like winners. JR: Destiny and Roth stepping closer and closer towards another.. you could cut the tension with a knife now as they are face to face! DD: Kick his ass Shane! Kick his as- [Dirk can't finish as Destiny fires a right.] [Big time pop!] JR: Big right blocked by Roth! And now it's Jaime Roth firing on all cylinders! right after right landing to the face of Shane Destiny as he's backed him all the way into the ropes.. [And with that Roth backs up and then lunges forward.. uncorking a lariat!] [BIG POP!!] DD: Sonofabitch! JR: Huge lariat just sent Destiny to the floor! And Destiny is pointing at Roth as he and Roxie start walking to the back! They've won tonight.. but the rivalry continues on! DD: I hate Jaime Roth, almost as much as I hate that douche bag City Jack. JR: Highly doubtful. [Roth and Angie start to head to the back now as Calhoun has just exited.. Lane drawing some major heel heat now as he hops the guardrail.. security rushing that way!] [WTF?! pop!] JR: What is going on over there?! DD: Somebody in the crowd musta been rubbing the loss in, that's not classy! And Kendrick is going over there to tell him so! JR: Security has Kendrick Lane and listen to him scream and flail his arms! This man is a lunatic! DD: He' classy and misunderstood, damnit! JR: Whatever you'd like to call it.. security is taking him through the kitchen area since it seems a closer jaunt as Jaime Roth and Angie have made their way to the back.. what an exciting night of action so far.. and it's only gonna get bet- [Without warning, the all-too-familiar riff that leads into AC/DC's "Back In Black" is heard over the PA. The crowd responds with a confused buzz as the music hasn't been heard in Grand Isle Wrestling to date.] DD: What's this all about? JR: I've got no idea. [The crowd rises to it's feet, waiting to see just who will emerge from beyond the curtain... and as it parts, they respond with a massive amount of applause for the man who enters the arena.] JR: Bobby Taylor is here in Grand Isle! DD: We saw him... he promised he was coming for weeks and at the end of Brawlin', we saw him walk out just like this. JR: We thought for sure he was gonna join the fray... that wild melee that ended the event, but Taylor didn't budge. He just stood there at the entryway and watched men like Bad Eye McBaine, Dave Bryant, Johnny Black, and other brawling with one another. He didn't move an inch. [Taylor grins at the reaction, freezing just beyond the curtain for a moment to soak up the cheers of the crowd. He's clad in a pair of black jeans, his trademark black Stetson cowboy hat, black cowboy boots with the spurs jinglin' and janglin' as he moves... and to top it off, a T-shirt that reads, "_The_ Outlaw. Period."] JR: So, the question remains... why is Bobby Taylor here?! What brings the one and only true Outlaw of Professional Wrestling to Grand Isle? DD: Whatever it is... I can guarantee it's bad news for a lot of people. JR: I've gotta agree there. [Finally, the Outlaw starts making his way down the aisle, reaching his arms out to slap hands with an occasional fan hanging over the railing. His right hand is covered in a studded black glove with the fingers cut out. As he reaches the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope... somehow managing to not lose his hat as he does so. Taylor climbs to his feet, gesturing for the house mic.] JR: Well, whatever reason he's got for being here... I think we're about to find out exactly what it is. [Taylor does a throat-slashing gesture... asking for the music to be cut and as it is, he cracks another grin at the huge reaction he's getting from the Grand Isle faithful.] BT: Wasn't quite what I was expectin' to be honest. You see... the last time I stepped into a wrestling ring... well, let's just say I wasn't one of the darlings of the people. [The crowd quiets down to listen as Taylor chuckles in remembrance.] BT: I was running with a group of guys who didn't give a damn what the fans thought... didn't give a damn about the fans period. And I was right there with them, doing all the stuff I knew the fans would hate. Beatin' up their favorites... cheating to win every match. The boos sting at first... but ya get used to them. But I gotta admit... it feels pretty damn good to be cheered again. [A big smile crosses the Outlaw's face as the crowd responds with another big cheer for him.] BT: Well then... let's get down to business. There's one question everyone's been asking since Brawlin'... and it's not "Who is McBaine's first challenger gonna be". It's not "Who the hell is Johnny Black?". And it's damn sure not, "What's Dave Bryant gonna do next?" There's one thing every damn one of you wants to know. "Why is the Outlaw in Grand Isle Wrestling?" [Taylor looks out over the crowd.] BT: I've done things for a lot of different reasons in my career. I called out men like John Wesley Hardin and Brody Thunder cause I wanted to be made famous. I beat the hell out of Casey James and Chris Myers because they made things personal. I teamed with Simon Ezra because I wanted to walk that razor's edge of insanity. I've done a lot of things... some of which I'm not too proud of, but I did them nonetheless. So, when you ask me why I'm in Grand Isle... the answer's pretty damn simple actually. [Bobby Taylor flips his Stetson hat off, hanging it on the corner ringpost as he strolls around the ring.] BT: Some people think it's because Bobby Taylor wants to lift a company up on my shoulders... a company just getting off the ground... they think I want to pick it up and carry it to the promised land. You think that's it, Grand Isle? You think the Outlaw's here to make all of you rich and famous? [A scattering of cheers from the Grand Isle fans, eager to see their hometown indy fed make it big.] BT: Nah, that's not it. Some people think I'm here for revenge. They think I've got an issue brewin' with someone here... that I want payback for some sin done to me long long ago. You think that's it, GIW? Am I here to make Bad Eye McBaine remember every moment that I put the boots to him in South Laredo? Am I here to make Dave Bryant remember all the crap that he's waded through in his career to wind up here? [A few more cheers this time... fans eager to see the Outlaw tangle with either man he mentioned.] BT: The fact of the matter is... I ain't here for glory... I ain't here for pride... I ain't here for revenge. And that pretty much leaves only one thing left. [A sneer crosses Taylor's face.] BT: I'm here for money. [Big shocked pop!] JR: Money?! Bobby Taylor's come to Grand Isle for _money_?! DD: I don't get it. [Taylor waits for the reaction to die down.] BT: You see... the truth is, the last time I was in a fight in this business, I was a damn fool. I got so carried away... I jumped off a damn semi-truck trailer trying to end someone's career. Well, his career got ended... but mine almost did too. I broke my leg... I cracked my tailbone... and I messed up my back something bad. And while I was laid up wondering if I was ever gonna wrestle again... ... I got fired. [The Outlaw's eyes grow cold... almost as if reliving the moment.] BT: I probably could have gone home and hung up the boots. I could have gone home knowing that I'd had a nice, full career and that I could retire with pride, dignity, and a nice pile of money to grow old on. But that's just not my style... that's not the way the Outlaw does things. But the fact remains... while I still had the desire... I didn't have anything left to accomplish. I had nothing left that I always wanted to do. And that's when fate came knockin' at my door. [Taylor leans over the ropes, glaring at the fans.] BT: Everyone's talking about this mystery financial backer for GIW... everyone's talking about the man who opened his wallet enough to bring Bad Eye McBaine to Grand Isle... to get Dave Bryant out of retirement. ...and now you can add to that list, the man who brought the Outlaw to town. I was sitting at home... and my phone rang. And on the other end was a man offering a lot of cash for the Outlaw to come down here... and to do what I do better than anyone else. They wanted to pay me to beat the hell out of people. [His face fills with a broad smile.] BT: How could I resist? I've never been able to resist breaking people for money... not in LA... not in Texas... not even in Japan. I've fought and bled all over this world for money. I don't need the spotlight anymore... I don't need the glory. But what I do need... is money. And a place where I can do what I was born to do and not get put in jail for it. [Taylor chuckles.] BT: So, McBaine... you can sleep easier tonight. The Outlaw hasn't come to Grand Isle for your title... the Outlaw hasn't come to Grand Isle to avenge a long forgotten score. I've come here to do exactly what you do... make people bleed... and take a stranger's money for doing it. And I can't wait to get started. [The Outlaw tosses down the mic and starts to leave the ring when suddenly... "Bad Seed" by Metallica blares over the PA. Taylor steps back into the ring, looking disdainfully at the entrance, where "The Doctor of Love" Dave Bryant has just emerged. The heel pop is loud as the Doctor walks about halfway up the aisle and stops, producing a microphone from the inside pocket of his robe. He raises the mic and says nothing...until the music stops.] DB: You know, Bobby... [Dave chuckles.] DB: You missed your true calling. Anybody ever tell you that you're one funny motherfucker? 'Cause, damn, I was listening to that bullshit you were spouting and I could not stop laughing. [Dave wipes away a false tear, then smirks.] DB: Let's face it, Bobby...our generous benefactor doesn't give half a damn about you. You were hired for one reason, and one reason only...that reason? I'm glad you asked. [Dave clears his throat as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, straight into the mic.] DB: You are here... [Dramatic pause!] DB: To make me look good. [Heel pop as Dave's smirk widens.] DB: That's right, Taylor! You were brought in to give me a run for my money, but eventually, my superior experience and talent will triumph. You'll win a battle, maybe even two, but in the end? I'll win the war, Taylor! Once I win that war...just like that sorry bastard whose legacy you so proudly carry...you'll just disappear without a trace, never to be seen again. Well, check that...never to be seen anyplace that will be more than a shitty hole in the ground. [Bryant smirks, the heel pop continues, and he appears to be waiting for some sort of response.] BT: Ahhhh... the Doctor of Love. It's good to see you, Dave. In fact, I think the last time I saw you... I was chasing your pathetic ass out of Los Angeles. [Big pop as Bryant's face turns red with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.] BT: You think the money mark behind this little venture brought me here to make you look good? [Bryant nods.] BT: You're dreaming. [Taylor turns away from Bryant, heading for the exit. The Doctor of Love turns away, gloating to the Grand Isle crowd.] DD: That's it?! JR: Apparently the Outlaw has decided to let Dave Bryant have this moment... to let him enjoy this spotlight. DD: But why? [The Outlaw steps through the ropes... and pauses, looking back into the ring as Bryant mocks a ringside fan holding a "THE OUTLAW RIDES AGAIN!" sign. The crowd roars at Taylor's hesitation... and somehow grows even louder as he steps back into the ring.] BT: You know what, Dave? [Bryant turns around suddenly, a bit surprised.] BT: Maybe you're right... maybe I am here to make you look good. [Taylor nods as Bryant looks on confused.] BT: In fact... I think I'll put your ass on the highlight reel right about now. [And without warning, Taylor lashes out with a boot to the midsection of Bryant, doubling him over.] DD: Front facelock! He's gonna do it! JR: Grand Isle is about to see... [The Outlaw turns around... a complete 360 to allow the entire crowd to see what he's about to do... ... hoists Bryant into the air and _spikes_ his skull into the canvas! Deafening pop!] JR: CATTLEBUSTER!!! CATTLEBUSTER!!! CATTLEBUSTER!!! DD: My lord what a devastating maneuver! JR: BRYANT IS OUT!! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!! BOBBY TAYLOR IS HERE.. AND HE'S HERE TO STAY!! DD: Bryant was flattened! What a bad few weeks for Dave! First johnny Black.. now Taylor?! Say it ain't so! JR: Oh, it is so! Taylor is leaving the ring to the roar of the fans, after just wasting Dave Bryant with the world renowned Cattlebuster! I love it! DD: Segue! Damnit, segue! JR: [glee in his voice] On deck next.. Russ Brady is set to face off against the dominating Television champ in City Jack for his strap.. this was has the makings of a real good'un! [For shits and giggles, the camera pans quickly to Bryant who is slowly getting to his feet as Taylor finally exits through the curtains.. the fans booing of Bryant continues..] DD: Good'un? Lemme tell ya Jake, ain't nothing gonna be remotely good when City Jack lazy ass is set to wrestle.. I'll tell ya that! JR: Complete and utter bias and hatred I'm sure.. but anyhow.. let's hear some prerecorded comments from Russ Brady taken before the show.. [Scene: A quiet, picture-esque lake. All is calm as we see Russ Brady sitting at the very edge, resting on comfortable looking chair. In his hands a fishing rod, and by his side is a second fishing rod, stuck into the mud and held up by holder type contraption. Clad in a huge pair of overalls, his hair held back by a Hickory Crawdads baseball cap, Brady looks the picture of serenity.] RB: Ever' man has somethin' 'at they do to relax. Some watch th' tel'vision fer hours on end, some drink beers till they can't see straight...some jes' sleep fer days'n days. Me...? ...Ah fish. [And for the first time on a GIW camera, Russ Brady smiles.] RB: They say ya can't teach'n ol' dog new tricks...er somethin' lahk 'at. An' if Ah was a bettin' man, Ah'd bet 'at Ryan Faith thought he'd seen it all when it comes to this ol' sumbitch...but you was wrong boy. An' Ah hadda helluva tahme provin' to that lil' punk bastard jes' how wrong he was. But 'at's inna past...an' why dwell on 'at, when it's a'ready done? [Shrug.] RB: Y'see it's a funny thang, fishin' is. Ya jes' cast off, an' ya never know if you'll catch somethin'. Some say it's luck to catch one o' them squirmin' lil' bastards, others say it's a skill. Ah su'scribe to it bein' skill...ain't no such thang as luck. Ya make yer own luck, but still all th' same yer takin' a chance. Jes' lahk 'at fat bastard City Jack...takin' a chance. Puttin' his belt on th' lahn 'gainst me...'ats takin' a chance fer sure. See Jack, Ah know yer game...Ah seen it all th' way through. Sure, ya ain't lost no matches, but then 'gain ya been fightin' a bunch o' pansies, bitches'n other assorted frauds. But ya ain't dealin' with 'at goofy bitch Lane no more, an' ya ain't 'cross th' ring from 'at Calhoun cat. No no fat man...yer dealin' with Russ Brady now...an' he ain't 'bout to letcha off easy. You wanna keep that shiny belt o' yers...yer gonna hafta earn it fat man, an' b'lieve me by th' tahm th' bell rings, Ah ain't gonna be relaxin' no more. Ah won't be in a fishin' mood Jack, Ah'll be in the mood to sep'rate yer head from yer shoulders...dig? [With a nod Brady relaxes himself and sits back in the chair.] RP: But then again sometimes yer th' fish, an' sometimes yer th' fisherman. An' jes' lahk City Jack caught hisself a fish when he cast his line....Ah been doin' a bit o' fishin' mahself, see. But Ah ain't lookin' fer jes' any fish, no Ah'm looking fer a specific fish. Th' fish whut has only one eye...that's th' one Ah'm after. An' this fish, see, he's one o' them legendary fish, if ya catch mah drift...an' only a few people can say 'at they ever caught 'em...an' even then, it's only th' best o' the best whut ever caught 'em. But where others may be intimidated...Ah'll barge right in. Ah've come 'cross 'at fish a few tahmes...an' he don't scare me. Matter o' fact...Ah happen to think all o' that legend crap ain't true, th' fish jes' has a good publicist. [Brady gently sets the rod down on the ground and reaches for the other one, pulling up and reeling the string in...to show a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Brady chuckles as he takes a can, putting the fishing rod back in the water.] RB: In th' end...all 'at legend crap is jes' a show, meant to protect th' fish...cause he'd rather hide b'hind 'at name rather than prove hisself. Sure, every once in a while he shows his face, but he ain't nuthin' special when he does. But it's th' fact that he picks'n chooses where'n when he comes'n goes...that's what makes him so goddamned hard to catch. An' that's why... [Brady cracks the beer.] RB: ...sometimes ya gotta go out ' yer way to make 'at fish come out o' hiding. 'cause when he does...all hell breaks loose. [Russ takes a healthy gulp of the frothy refreshment, looking off into the distance before setting the can down.] RB: Till next time...this has been fishin' with Russ Brady. [Fade out as the theme to Smokey and the Bandit plays.] DD: Jesus.. he's getting as goofy as City Jack.. slapass buttnugget! JR: Slapass.. buttnugget? DD: Damn straight J-money.. west- JR: Stop. DD: Aw, I thought that was quite fun. JR: Oh contrar.. DD: Bah. JR: I've got something that'll cheer you up. DD: Oh, your mother in lace? JR [sighs] No.. no.. a City Jack promo! DD: Oh fizzuck. [Scene come to a nice springtime weather night on the Isle. Sitting down and reclining on his fold-out in front of his apartment building is City Jack. The TV champ looks up at the clear night sky as he works over a beer.] CJ: Now looky way up on there, them stars there. Now that is a sight to see, I gotta say. All them things shinin' so bright far away, they come around here to my eyes as just some specks. Now see... [Jack brings his head down and smiles.] CJ: This is here when I use that all for one of them there analogies, sayin' while I'm the big and bright moon dominatin' the sky up there, people like that Reggie Calhoun can't cut it. That he might've been something big some place else, coming around these parts he's another guy who's failed to take away that there Tel-e-vision title. [Jack takes another swig from the can of Dixie Beer.] CJ: Now for all your talkin' and messing around with me, all it got you was a lost shot at that TV title o' mine. Sure, you fought a good fight, I guess I can say, but when the odds are always in your favor, havin' that mutt Kendrick Lane doing the work for ya, I guess it's not that hard to look good. [Jack gives a wide smile.] CJ: No hard feelings, I hope now. We all just proved who was the better man that night and maybe, just quite possibly. One on one, now, I don't know. Could be a different story, could be the same old dig. You, sir, aren't gonna get a shot at that there title of mine until I first take care some business of my own first... [Jack takes another downer of the Dixie brew.] CJ: And even then I don't even know if the like of ya are even worthy of that there strap. [City Jack nods.] CJ: Now while that match was a wild one, it sure did take a whole lot out this ol' sob. I swear, I've been sayin' that same thing every single time I do one of these things here and it's sure true. That Tel-e-vision title's a great one, but boy it sure takes a whole lot of work to keep it. Other guys around these parts have their weeks off to rest up and keep goin' fresh. But me, I'm always in that there ring, dukin' and jukin' all about. [Jack holds a hand up.] CJ: Now, now, I'm not complainin' here - there's nothing I love bettah than having that title and going up to that ring to fight in front of you all fans every week. I'm just sayin' don't be surprised if you see me fatiguin' and tirin'.. tiring as I'm working them matches. Sure am working on near empty, but I know I've always got some reserves stocked up to put on another show. [Jack chuckles as he slaps at his gut.] CJ: But I know this week... Whoo, I know this'll be a downright, flat out barnburnin' test of myself against that there Russ Brady. Now, I usually get to see this fella's matches after I'm restin' up in the back at the shows and there's just one word to call this guy: tough. You could probably break a chair over his back, cut him up, and slam him down and he'd still be clubbin' ya down to the mat. [City shakes his head.] CJ: Wow, I don't know 'bout this one, I'll tell ya. That Brady looked like one big ol' force at Brawlin'. If he's still on a roll, he might take this sob for a ride and then take that there belt. But I know what I'm capable of, so don't you all worry about this champion. [Jack finishes the remaining beer.] CJ: I know, no matter the size, the mindset, or the odds, that City Jack's going to be comin' at full steam and never look back. Might have to give a fight of mine and maybe even give some o' my blood to that mat, but in the end I can see the final... I know I can see it. [Jack raises his arm, holding the empty Dixie Beer can high.] CJ: I can see that ring, with me in it, raising me arm as I hold that title there after I just put down another oncomer. But hey, maybe that's just me there thinking... Got to go in positively, I must say. [Jack nods as he lowers his arm.] CJ: So you all come in here positively too, ready to cheer, hootin' and hollering and making all the noise you can for this champion and that tough gun, Brady, and we'll make sure to put on one helluva a five star show for you'all. [Jack smiles as he looks around for a place to put his empty beer can, but just lays on his gut as he stretches back to look up at the sky again. Fade.] DD: I pray.. that tonight is the night.. that tonight.. City Jack will finally lose his title! JR: You've been harping on this for months now. DD: Yes, yes I know.. but tonight is the night.. the real deal! JR: Luke Steele?! DD: Jesus fuck Jake.. don't ever say that again. JR: Wow.. my bad. I shoulda known better. DD: Yeah, no kidding. JR: Might as well take this over to Antonio Hervez for our official introductions.. |
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[Back over to Hervez in the ring.. this time with the bottle of Cuervo in hand.. mic in other and to his mouth it goes.. the bottle of Cuervo I mean! POP!! Now.. he's ready to introduce.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled for one fall.. and eet ees for the GIW Television Title [POP!!] Introducing the challenger.. #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!# #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!# [The church bells chime, eliciting a pop from the crowd, and within moments "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica is blasting in full force throughout the Sand Dollar, as the house lights drop and the spotlights flicker on and off wildly, criss crossing one another to give the Dollah that cool strobe feel. The curtains are batted away and through the entrance way steps Russ Brady, eyes focosed on the ring. Clad in black jeans and a sleeveless grey shirt that he's already sweated through, Brady's brown cowboy boots click as he walks. His hands are heavily wrapped in white tape, and his blonde hair, as always, is matted back with sweat. Russ stomps up the stairs and ducks in, raising both hands to a tremendous ovation and retreating to his corner, methodically cracking his knuckles and neck...eyeing up the entrance way.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds.. and he hails from Tulsa, Oklahoma.. here is.. RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!! as Brady lifts an arm into the air.. continuing to stare down the entranceway.] AH: And his opponent.. [The fans cheer loudly for their GIW Television Champion as Chet Atkins' "Classical Gas" plays. City Jack strolls on out, title in one hand while the other is raised - which garners an extra pop for the crowd. He's dressed in a black GIW T-shirt over his wrestling singlet. Jack's lively today as he high fives the fans on his way down and has a big grin smacked across his face. Walking up the ring, he gives a little juke there and jive there with each step until he finally gets into the ring.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 309 pounds.. and he hails from Liberty, Kentucky.. he is the GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! [POP!!] Here is.. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Another equally loud face pop for the big TV champ.. who continues to jive.. and finally stops as he awaits the bell.] DD: Goddamn.. I HATE this man.. truly, truly HATE him. JR: Duly noted. -------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Television Title Match!!!!! City Jack [c] vs. Russ Brady Written By: Chris Buse -------------------------------------------------- JR: And here we go folks...a mere few weeks after both of these men beat the living hell out of each other...they're here ..._tonight_! DD: I need Hervez's Tekillya stash...and I need it bad. JR: What's wrong there, Dirk? DD: Well, for one, we've got a sloth like..._thing_ in the ring, defending a title that _requires_ him to wrestle every week. How frickin' unfair is _that_?! JR: Well, I'd agree...I think in time, that would wear on City Jack, but at some point, we've got to attribute that factor, in finding what makes City Jack one of the toughest men in this business. DD: No you idiot...it's unfair because we've got to watch him wrestle every damn week. That's gonna put a strain on me... hell, it already has. JR: What about Brady? DD: Brady's wrestling as well?!? Sweet mother of _God_...it's like I've stepped inside Simon Lebec's bedroom... everything's completely screwed into something, and it's all sticking out, and it's ready to prod me... JR: What in the holy hell? DD: DO YOU SEE WHAT THESE TWO DO TO ME?!? JR: Someone get this man a shot of Cuervo please. DD: I just...I just... JR: SOMEONE QUICK! DIRK'S LOSING HIS "WIT"! DD: I can't take that fat man anymore! I JUST CAN'T DO IT!! [Rodgers sighs] JR: Oh shut up you frickin' wuss...suck it up, and be professional! [As they banter back and forth, City Jack looks around the small bar, and the bar responds with a rousing ovation. Brady slowly slaps his arm, as he looks at Jack, and begins to circle the much maligned television champion.] DD: Please God...if you're listening...can you make both of these men beat the ever living hell out of each other? JR: Praying won't get you anywhere...after all, it hasn't got you anywhere thus far. [Brady quickly powers CJ to the corner with a collar and elbow, as they back into the corner, Francois quickly attempts to slide between the two. Brady mocks a right hand, as Jack folds up, before he backs up, smirking slightly, giving the clean break asked for.] JR: Good sportsmanship there, Brady clearly let up when he had a clear shot at Jack. DD: Sportsmanship?! Screw that...hit 'im...hit 'im!! JR: You need help. DD: I need more alcohol to live through this crap. JR: Brady and Jack lock up again, this time Jack backs Brady down. Gee Eye Dubbya official Francois asks for a clean break ...and of course, the television champion obliges. DD: "Shocker!" JR: You're so bitter. DD: Of course I am...we've got a demented version of the Doughboy as a _champion_. JR: He's one of the hardest working men in this business. DD: HARD WORKING?! He weighs more then a Yugo! [Jack and Brady lock up, as Brady backs Jack into the corner. Jack's whipped off the ropes, where he shoulder tackles Brady, but Brady doesn't move. Jack sort of "quickly" "bounces" back off the ropes, where Brady attempts to clothesline Jack. Jack ducks under, and bounces back off the ropes. Jack then takes "flight" off the ropes, and cross body blocks Brady to the mat.] DD: What the holy crap?! JR: When you've got that much mass, if it moves foward...it's effective. [Brady quickly powers Jack off his chest, before Francois gets the chance to make the count. The crowd gives it's normal reaction to City Jack, as the champ shakes a little ass after that...unique move.] DD: Not the dancing! NOT THE DANCING! JR: Gotta love it! DD: Only if you like fat men shaking their...large asses. JR: These people love it! DD: Oh sweet God I need more alcohol...someone...bring me _something_. JR: I believe there's a member of the Vasquez family here tonight...maybe they can bring you some liquor and an orange? DD: More Mexicans?!? JR: Cheap labor..._cheap_ labor. [Meanwhile, Jack and Brady exchange right hands, as Brady reels back into the ropes. Jack whips him across the ring, and catches him off the ropes with a clothesline, sending the proud Oklahoman to the mat. Brady quickly back to his feet, as he shakes the cob webs off, only to be met with another dancing display by Jack.] JR: I don't know if that's the best idea to sorta mock Russ Brady. That big giant is not a man to piss off. He put Ryan Faith through hell and high water at Brawlin' on the Bayou...and I don't think he's the kind of man that takes that kindly. DD: He's from Oklahoma...rumor has it...they take anything, anyway up there. JR: Brady looks pissed, and he's jawing with Jack, who's smiling back at him. He's not backing down at all! DD: Damn't...I heard that...so it must be true. JR: I'm ignoring you. DD: DAMMIT! JR: Brady and Jack are going at it...exchanging left and rights...both men still clearly worn out from their respective huge matches from a few weeks ago...but Brady's apparently the fresher of the two, because he's got jack reeling! [Brady continues to land stiff rights to the chin of City Jack, as Jack bounces back against the ropes. Brady whips him farside...and as he comes back off the ropes...] JR: DEAR LORD!! DD: HOW IN THE WORLD IS _THAT_ POSSIBLE?! JR: GO-RILLA PRESS SLAM BY BRADY! THE CHAMP'S ON THE MAT AFTER BEING LIFTED SOME EIGHT FEET IN THE AIR!! DD: That big bastard from Oklahoma just lifted El Gordo Del Honky over his head, and slammed him home. How does he still have arms?! JR: City Jack back to his feet...but he's really shaky. Brady likens him up...clothesline...City Jack over the ropes! Jack's on the floor...and the TV champ in in trouble...he's in real trouble. DD: Oh please let him lose...even if it's to that inbred piece of trash...please just let him loose! JR: Brady climbs over the top rope, and sends City Jack back to the floor with a double ax handle. Brady's really got Jack on the edge here. That press slam truly took something out of both men...but mostly out of the champion! [Brady works City Jack over with a series of right hands, before finally sliding Jack back in the ring. Brady gets Jack to his feet, and takes him to the ropes, whipping him off, and caching him off the ropes...] JR: HUGE SPINEBUSTER BY BRADY! AND THE COVER!! DD: COME ON! ONE! TWO! THR-- JR: The champ lives! [Huge pop!] DD: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! Can't anyone beat the fat bastard?!? Anyone?! I've got 2-1 odds that that fat bastard's gonna get his head kicked in, and still fine a god damn way to make me hate _that_. JR: Brady takes Jack up...and takes him back off the ropes. Boot to the gut! Snap DDT! City Jack's really on dream street here. Could this be it? Could this be the one test that City Jack cannot pass? Will this be the last time we see City Jack with the belt he's busted his ass to get? DD: I'd never thought I'd cheer for Russ Brady...and I don't think I will...but I think I'd prefer both men to break their damn necks...but just for my own liver...I'd prefer Brady to win...to get City Jack out of that damn ring. [Brady gets Jack up to his feet, as Jack begins to show true signs of wearing down. Brady clubs Jack over the back, as Jack falls to a knee. Brady gets Jack back to his feet, and scoop's Jack up...and rumbles a few steps out...and drills City Jack with a huge powerslam.] JR: City Jack's gotta be out...this could be it...Brady with the cover... ONE! TWO! THRE- [HUGE POP!] JR: NO! DD: GOD DAMMIT! Well...wait...Brady still didn't win...so, hell... JR: What's that? DD: I can't win...but I can't lose...where's the tekillya! [As Dirk begins to look for the midget Mexican that gets all the ladies...Brady gets to his feet, obviously frustrated.] JR: The big man from Oklahoma, just weeks after beating Ryan Faith, is truly frustrated right now... DD: Sexual tension does that... JR: Tension? DD: Well, I _hear_ that cow tipping is a really big event in Oklahoma...it, ya know..."lines 'em up", so to speak. JR: You're a disgusting little man. [Brady gets Jack back to his feet, as Jack fires a shot to Brady's stomach. Jack fires another one, as Brady backs up finally. Jack quickly grabs Brady by the head, and sends him to the mat with a one armed DDT. Both men lay on the mat, as the ref begins to count.] JR: City Jack with the desperation move! Brady's on the mat as well... [The ref gets to six, and City Jack slowly gets to his knees. Brady does as well, as each man fires right hands at each other.] JR: They're trading blows from their knees! DD: Not the first time you've seen two men do that, is it? JR: What the? DD: Or the first time you've said that, either. JR: Why you little... DD: Hey...don't get mad at me...I'm not the one that's been around Canadian locker rooms, and actually _seen_ this type of thing. [Brady rocks back, as Jack fires a series of short rights. As he rocks back slowly, Jack begins to open 'em up...] JR: ELBOW BY CITY JACK! DD: This guy needs to die. JR: Another elbow by City Jack! He's got Brady on dream street! DD: Is that where you see two guys trading blows on their knees? Because you sure as hell say that a lot. JR: City Jack's to his feet...and this place is loving it! [A plethora of drunks scream, or something as City Jack gets Brady to his feet, and fires another elbow, as Brady rocks backwards, nearly hitting the ropes...then Jack "sorta" wheels around...] JR: DISCUS ELBOW!!! BRADY'S DOWN!! HE MIGHT BE OUT!! DD: NOOOOOOOOOOO! JR: CITY JACK WITH THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE- JR: NO! ALMOST! DD: This is hell...I can't even want someone to lose! JR: City Jack gets Brady back to his feet. He takes Brady off the ropes...bulldog lariat by City Jack! DD: Oh Lord...here he goes. JR: Jack gets Brady back up...Jack takes him to the ropes...HUGE BACK BODY DROP BY CITY JACK! DD: Brady better get his act together...or he's gonna wind up like the rest of them...losers to the fat man. JR: Brady slowly to his feet...City Jack hits him in the stomach...front face slam! Brady's down...Jack covers! ONE! TWO! THREE... JR: NOOOOOOO! [HUGE POP] DD: Thank God! JR: Jack loosens up that elbow pad...and he's circling around Brady...Brady gets up...THE CITY SLEEPS! SLEEPER BY CITY JACK! AND HE'S GOT IT ON GOOD! DD: Can you imagine being trapped under that fat arm of his?! Grrrrooooooosssssss! JR: Brady's flapping his arms, trying to break the hold...but that only makes it worse...he's gotta do something, and do something fast! [And as if on cue...Brady grabs the head of City Jack, and drops to his ass, nailing Jack with a jaw breaker. Brady turns around, and quickly snatches City Jack into a small package...] JR: BRADY WITH A THE SMALL PACKAGE!! DD: Another quote you've said about a man before, I'm sure... JR: CAN HE GET CITY JACK?!? ONE! TWO! THREE.... [HUGE POP!] DD: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! JR: Soooooo close for Brady...so, so, so close. JR: Brady back up to his feet...as is City Jack...Brady rocks City Jack to the ground...he's got City Jack in his sights. He stomps City Jack in the stomach...he slips his head between his legs. DD: Uh huh...you're enjoying this aren't you? [And as he does so, he looks around the bar, where people raise their drinks in the air. Brady locks his arms out to his side...and double underhooks City Jack. And then the big Oklahoman does the near impossible. He lifts City Jack in the air...and hesitates just so slightly, before throwing his legs out in front of him, and finishing off City Jack...as the television champion crashes heard into the mat.] JR: SWEET GOD! SIT OUT POWERBOMB BY BRADY!!! DD: GOOD LORD...I'VE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH BLUBBER IN THE AIR BEFORE. JR: BRADY'S GONNA BE THE NEW CHAMP...HE GRABS THE LEG....COVER!! ONE! TWO! THREE...! [HUUUUUUGE POP!] JR: HOW'D HE DO IT?!?! HOW DOES HE ALWAYS DO IT?!? DD: SOMEONE KILL THAT DOUGHBOY!!! [And the ovation dies off, as Brady gets to his feet, signaling for the last nail in the coffin of the brilliant title reign of City Jack...but as he does so...everything changes...because walking down the ramp...] DD: FINALLY!! JR: What in the hell is _he_ doing out here?! DD: THE CHAMP HAS ARRIVED!! JR: Bad Eye McBaine just walked out to the ring, and I'll be damned if I know why! [Brady whirls around to see the man that he's got his eye set upon, and immediately glares at McBaine who merely shakes his head, and throws his arms up in the air.] DD: That man's just here to visit...that's all! JR: Oh that's crap...and _you_ know it! [Brady takes his eyes off of City Jack, as he heads towards McBaine.] JR: We could have an explosion right here! And right now! DD: Brady's losing his focus...take notice in that. McBaine just had to show up, and Brady already lost this focus for this match. He had City Jack dead...dead in the rites, and he had the television title. JR: And right now, he's got a snarl aimed at McBaine, and the television champion that's getting to his feet. [City Jack gets to his feet, and grabs Brady by his arm. He whips Brady around, and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but Brady reverses...and as he does, McBaine to the apron, and smacks City Jack in the back of the head, causing City Jack to collapse to the ground.] JR: What in the hell was that?! DD: McBaine attempted to help Brady win the match?! JR: I'm lost here folks...Bad Eye McBaine just nailed City Jack in the back of the head, unintentional or not... DD: And that jack ass Brady is being quite ungrateful! [Brady completely ignores City Jack, as the champ struggles to his feet. He simply walks over City Jack, and the big man glares McBaine, eye to eye, the two warriors standing mere inches from each other.] JR: OH LORD! KATY BAR THE DOOR! THIS COULD BE A WAR READY TO EXPLODE...RIGHT HERE...RIGHT NOW! DD: McBaine would eat this punk alive. He's already caused him to lose complete focus in this match! [McBaine jerks towards Brady, as Brady backs up slightly, a smirk forming over McBaine's face. Brady then reacts as he only knows how...he takes a swing!] JR: BRADY PULLED BACK TO HIT MCBAINE BUT STOPPED! DD: What the hell is going on?! [With that, McBaine grin evilly as he hops off the apron..] JR: McBaine is leaving, and Brady is staring him down! So close to explosion, but Brady restrained and we have no idea why! DD: And Jake! Look at City Jack! He's back to his feet! [With that.. Brady turns around to face..] JR: City Jack hooks his arms around Brady...bear hug... DD: NOOOOO! [HUGE POP!] JR: METROBOOM!!!!! CITY JACK GOT 'IM!!!!!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] JR: CITY JACK RETAINS! BUT COULD THE BIGGER STORY BE THE NEAR EXPLOSION BETWEEN RUSS BRADY AND McBAINE THAT BASICALLY COST BRADY HIS CHANCE AT GOLD?! [With that, we cut to McBaine watching at the entranceway.. a slight smirk overcoming his face as he then exits.. CJ gets to his feet to a HUGE Pop!] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. and STILL YOUR GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION.. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [They continue to pop as CJ hoists the title high into the air before jukin' and jivin'.. as Brady gets back to his feet.] JR: Brady is none too happy.. DD: He was robbed, or something! [And the crowd pops again as Brady puts out his hand.. which CJ shakes!] JR: Yes! What a great show of sportsmanship by Russ Brady! The consummate professional! DD: BORING! JR: Next on deck we have our second and final first round match of the Tag Title tournament for this evening.. in what could easily be the match of the night! DD: I'd say so! BRW AND the Doctor of Love, teaming together?! Unstoppable! JR: They weren't unstoppable at Brawlin' as Jo- DD: Johnny Black this.. Johnny Black that! Lemme ask you a question.. have you seen the [mock] South Texas Death Ride [/mock] tonight? JR: No. DD: Exactly. JR: Who knows whether that fares well for BRW and Bryant or not.. time will only tell.. as they face off against a duo with a tag win already under their belt in Robert Kellan and Harisoto Mashima. DD: Chumps. JR: So let's see what Harisoto Mashima had to say concerning tonight's big contest. [ Cut to Mashima relaxing in the front row of the seating within The Pit. His muscled arms are folded over the cut-the-cord new "I bled all over Mashima's shoes... and all I got was this shirt."... erm... shirt, his Chuck Taylors propped on the back of the seat in front of him.] HM: I love this place. Some of you may catch me on the programming for a certain other organization, so you know I work elsewhere. That place has its charm, charm aplenty, but its here, it's The Pit, that's my home away from home. There's something ten times more intimate about performing in front of a crowd this size. They appreciate your work a bit more, they're a little bit happier with you killing yourself doing something crazy, they're a little bit more ardent supporting their heroes and booing their villains. It's not just the fans. Here, you don't get washed up in someone else's hype. You get to know the guys you're working with, because everything's pretty tight-knit. Sometimes, that works to your advantage. [Hari laces his fingers behind his head, sliding further down the chair, sighing in contentment.] HM: Not many people really expected Robert Kellan and myself to walk away from our match with Cutler and McKellan as the winning team. And while some might say that Cutler and McKellan's infighting was responsible, I think it was the unspoken partnership forged between Mr. Kellan and myself that helped us pull things through in the end. I don't really know how Robert felt, but standing with him in front of those fans and hearing them cheer us both gave me an adrenaline rush. Like I said, intimate. You could -feel- the crowd getting behind what we were doing. The both of us. I think it's a combination of factors, those very things that make Grand Isle what it is, that allowed us to team so well. And now we're being given the opportunity to do it again, only this time, we've been entered in the tournament to decide our new Tag Team Champions. [Mash scrubs a hand through his straight black hair.] HM: I'm a singles wrestler by nature, but I have no qualms at all with creating a lasting team and actually being one half of the Tag champs. I'd be pretty proud. "True" tag teams spend their entire lives working, living, eating, and just being together so that they can be good enough in a group environment to best people that are doing the same exact thing. They do whatever it takes to form a symbiotic bond, one that allows them to react positively to the offense and defense of their partners, and in the end, utilize one another's strengths to take home the win. So, to me, actually becoming a worthwhile tag team when you're two singles wrestlers thrown together is that much more of a challenge. Kellan and myself would be forging something worthwhile before the very eyes of these fans, something that'd be quite remarkable just for the simple fact that we did it at all as two guys used to having their own space, much less being the first champs. I'd be damned proud. [The Dragon leans forward, linking fingers.] HM: This week, we're wrestling two guys that are both on hot streaks of their own, Dave Bryant and Bobby Ray Wilkins. Bryant's turning quite a few heads, and both guys make good showings in what some would say is our most competitive division. While Bryant and Wilkins might be a bit of a flavor change from Kellan and myself, and while their motivation might be a bit different, I'd have to believe they want this as badly as we do. I'd say it's gonna' be my stiffest challenge yet in my stay here, and it's one I'm really looking forward to. To Kellan, I'll just say that I promise I'll bring you everything I got. And to Bryant and Wilkins? [Hari smiles.] HM: Well, guys. These tee-shirts aren't too hard to find. [Fade back.] DD: Over-confident foreigner.. has he learned nothing? Has Cutler knocked this moron's brain loose? JR: Harisoto Mashima looks as ready as he ever will be.. so let's see what his partner, Robert Kellan, had to say about tonight.. [Open backstage, namely outside an open door which appears to enter into a locker room. Standing in the doorway, filling the frame with his own, is the solid figure of one Robert Kellan. The well liked grappler is dressed in his dark blue and silver ring attire over which he wears a plain grey GIW emblazoned T-shirt and a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. The handsome babyface'd Kellan leans forward rubbing his son's sandy blonde hair, a large smile across both his face and that of his wife, Lydia Kellan. The pair exchange an intimate smile, he leans forward and kisses her cheek and she leaves. It is only as she departs off screen that you hear her speak.] LK: Go get 'em Tiger. [Kellan simply turns into the room, smile still plastered on his face and closes the door.] [Out.] JR: Kellan looks ready for war, wouldn't you say so Dirk? [Pause.] JR: Dirk? [Pause.] JR: DIRK! DD: Whoa! My bad! Robert Kellan put me to sleep!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JR: Real nice, Dirk. DD: He could be an official sleep aid! JR: [sighs] Let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. [Cut to drunk ass Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled for one fall.. and eet ess a first round match een our Tag Titles tournament [Pop!].. introducing first.. ["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, an odd grin on his face, as he makes his way to the ring, looking so damn happy that it's almost scary. Wilkins is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and a black leather vest, and slides into the ring, grabbing the ring mic from Hervez before his introduction, to a heel pop!!.] BRW: Nawh, nawh... Ah'm so damn happy, that if Ah wuzen't uh real Texas man, Ah'd be cryin' lahk one o' them fellas 'cross tha North'n border... [The crowd lets out a few boos as Bobby Ray continues.] BRW: At tha real big card... with all tha brawlin'... ya know, that one... Ah did what Ah had set out ta do! Ah whooped Doyle Woodall's yellerbellied ass an' sent him packin' from tha G-I-W! [BRW raises his arms into the air to a loud chorus of boos.] BRW: Nawh, there's sumthin' Ah'd lahk ta clear up... 'ppparently, there wuz a few satellite companies or some whosawhatits that wuz sendin' out doctored footage. [BRW shakes his head.] BRW: These evil bastards... lemme tell ya what they did... they di-gi-tal-ly in-ser-ted Dave Bryant into tha match, an' then with tha use o' ... what's that stuff called? Oh yeah, modern day computer technology... they had him pin me! Can you believe that?! Ah mean... that's jus' a conspiracy against mah good name! How is tha gov'nment gonna do that ta me? Ta _me_! Ah mean, Ah know Ah'm tha greatest rassler ta ever come outta Texas... but that's jus' wrong, man. [They're really letting BRW have it now.] BRW: An' yeah, it gets wurse! Then, they used this here, uh... _stock footage_ and had some guy named... erm, Johnny White run in an' hit me wit' some newfangled terrorist move! One o' them, uh... illegal moves from overseas! He ran mah good name through tha mud! But it's alright, 'cuz er... he ain't real! [BRW lets out a laugh that's irritating as all hell.] BRW: But, that's all in tha past... tonight, Ah'm teamin' up wit' mah good buddy Dave Bryant, who was shocked an' appalled when Ah told him about all that doctored footage, an' we're gonna face two other people... uh, some guys... uh... Mishashima and... Helen Keller? Anyway, it don't matter who we face! Ah'm tha greatest rassler that ever lived... an' Dave Bryant's gonna do just fine if he don't got tha shakes, so we're gonna win! An' that's all Ah got ta say 'bout that! ["Atomic Clock" fires back up, as Wilkins hands the mic over to Hervez.] JR: What a jackass. DD: He's right. And where did we get all the money to do that? Huh? Am I getting underpaid?! where's my Union?! JR: Oh.. can it man. AH: And his partner.. [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'!# [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.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he is accompanied by Elena [POP! and Shannon [POP!!].. he weighs in tonight at 218 pounds.. and he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada.. here is.. "THE DOCTOR OF LOVE" DAVE BRYANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Massive heel pop! as Dave smirks and soaks in the boos as he awaits his opponents along with BRW.] AH: And their opponents.. [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.] AH: And his partner.. [At The Drive-In's "Arc Arsenal" begins to weep over the P.A. The house lights dim slightly as the song kicks into its first verse...] ##Must have read a thousand faces...## ##Must have robbed them of their cause...## ##Sickened thirst, sickened thirst keeps it together...## [The curtain is thrown back, revealing a well-muscled man of average height. His torso is bare, muscles rippling, and his face is hidden behind a black leather BDS&M mask, sewn shut, in white, at the mouth. Black couroroy pants, rolled, and black All-Star sneakers complete his ring apparel. He stands stone still in the aisle's entrance, turning his eyes to gaze out upon the mass of humanity gathered around him.] ##Soft white glow in the cranium...## ##A bull's eye made sedated...## ##Beware.## ##Beware.## [The guitars rev up as he walks, slow and seemingly at ease. His poise is remarkable, his spine stiff but his motions fluid . Slowly, slowly, he stalks the ring, making a circuit and pausing at the foot of the steel steps. Taking each in time, he pauses at the crest, turning his head to slowly take in the crowd once more, soaking in cheers with raised fist and head bowed.] AH: Hailing from Nippon Japan... ##Must have read a thousand faces...## ##And all these voices won't give up.## ##Sickened thirst, sickened thirst...## ##Glues it together...## AH: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... [He slips between the ropes, standing before a set of turnbuckle pads, his arms folded upon his chest...] ##A catatonic leisure...## ##At 10,000 miles per hour...## AH: That Hardcore Mutha' Truckin' Purodore... ##Beware.## ##Beware.## AH: He is... HARISOTO MASHIMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ##Beware.## [The music fades, the lights come up.] DD: Eighteen and life he got it.. EIGHTEEN AND LIFE TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! JR: Stop that Dirk! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: First Round of Tag Titles Tournament!! Dave Bryant/Bobby Ray Wilkins vs. Harisoto Mashima/Robert Kellan Written By: Mike Gilliland ----------------------------------------------------------------- [DING! DING! DING!] JR: And here we go.. Harisoto Mashima and Dave Bryant seem ready to kick this match off, Dave Bryant I'm sure still may be feeling the effects of that Cattlebuster earlier and let's see if it hinders his ability.. DD: The Cattlebuster is weak. JR: Riiiiiiight. [Bryant and Mashima jockey for position circling the center of the ring as they finally converge..] JR: Collar and elbow tie-up.. Bryant up and under applying a hammerlock on the man from Nippon.. Mashima looking for a way out of the hammerlock.. [Thud] as he snapmares Bryant to the mat.. DD: Not bad counterwrestling there.. but The Doctor of Love is right back up.. JR: Another collar and elbow tie-up.. and now it's Mashima with a hammerlock! Oh.. nice standing switch by the Vegas native as he lifts.. German suplex blocked by Mashima! Bryant pushes off and into the ropes goes Harisoto Mashima! DD: This is a definite feeling out period.. JR: Mashima on the return as Bryant hops over Mashima who hits the farside ropes.. on the return again.. Bryant leaps again! [Thud! Pop!] JR: But this time Mashima stopped and Bryant landed crotch first on the knee of Mashima with a sorta modified inverted atomic drop that backs Bryant into the ropes! Bryant stumbling back towards Mashima! Belly to bell, blocked by Bryant! DD: Counter city! [Bryant fires a knee into the breadbasket of Mashima who releases the belly to belly hold.. turning around and back.. and right towards the big superkick of Dave Bryant!] JR: MISSED! Mashima ducked the Call Me in the Morning superkick! Bryant spinning back around.. caught! [THUD!] [POP!] JR: Big t-bone suplex by Mashima spikes Dave Bryant! [Slap!] DD: And in comes the wifebeater! Damnit! JR: Robert Kellan tagged in here as he stalks over to Bryant and lifts him to his feet.. [Pop!] and just heaves him into a neutral corner! Kellan looks ready as he's just firing big left after big left into the mush of Dave Bryant in the corner .. and talk about a size difference.. Dave Bryant is in big trouble here! [And that's why BRW has casually walked his way along the apron towards that corner.. waiting for the right opportunity to strike..] DD: Go get some Bobby Ray! JR: It doesn't look like Robert Kellan has a clue that BRW is ready to str- [Thwack!!! POP!] JR: OH MY! Kellan just uncorked a monster right to the temple of BRW and down goes the big man from Texas.. to the concrete below! [Heel Pop!] DD: Yes! But BRW bought Bryant enough time to kick the wifebeater right in the nuggets! JR: Bryant with the ultimate equalizer right there as he's got Robert Kellan hunched over near the center of the ring.. running start by the Doctor of Love.. [Thud!] JR: And a textbook swinging neckbreaker finds it's mark and down goes the big man and hard! DD: Dave hops on Kellan with the quick cover! ONE!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!! JR: A little too early for that, don'cha think? DD: Never hurts to try, damnit! [Slap! Heel Pop!] DD: BRW time! JR: BRW tagged in for the first time tonight.. as he stalks Robert Kellan who is getting back to his feet.. you gotta believe he's looking for the right opening to uncork that vicious lariat of his.. DD: THE LARIAT! Say it! JR: _The_ Lariat. DD: Good. [And he's right.. BRW continues to stay in the blinders of Kellan.. waiting for the big man to turn around.. which he finally does..] DD: THE LARIAT!! [Pop!] JR: Ducked by Kellan! [Heel Pop!] JR: Oh, give me a break! BRW missed the lariat and slide right out to the floor! What a goddamn baby! DD: He's a genius Jake! It's all about the mindgames, all about the mindgames! JR: mindgames are one thing.. but this guy is just a pansy! DD: Jake! JR: And out to the floor comes Robert Kellan! And back into the ring slides Bobby Ray Wilkins! DD: Hahahaha! BRW is the man! JR: In comes Kellan.. [Boo!] and immediately the boots of Bobby Ray rain down on the back and head of Robert Kellan who blocks with all his might.. but you gotta believe some of those shots are landing flush.. DD: Of course they are! [BRW lifts Kellan back to his feet.. and Irish whips him across the ring.. BRW leaning back against the far ropes just waiting..] JR: Kellan on the rebound as BRW ducks down! Up and ov-, no Kellan back bodydropped but he lands on the apron! BRW wasting no time as he starts his sprint across the ring! Off the ropes he goes and incoming towards the apron standing Robert Kellan! [Who uses the ropes and springs into action.. vaulting his massive body over the ropes..] [THUD!! BIG POP!!] JR: OH MY! what athleticism by the big man Robert Kellan! Just wasting the charging BRW with a springboard shoulderblock! He wasted BRW with that maneuver! The cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!! [BOOO!!!] DD: Whoa! Too close! JR: Mighty close right there.. and even Bryant is somewhat shocked at the closeness! [Kellan gets back to his feet and peppers BRW with some big boots to the stomach before walking over to his corner.. ] [Slap!] JR: Mashima tagged in now.. as he's starting to climb the top turnbuckle.. Robert Kellan picking BRW up and back to his feet.. Irish whip by big Robert Kellan.. BRW on the return now.. [Kellan catches BRW.. spins.. and plants!!!!!!] [THUD!!!] [BIG POP!!] JR: what a big spinebuster by Robert Kellan! And out leaps Harisoto Mashima! [A few flashbulbs!] [THUD!!!!] ["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: OH MY!! MASHIMA JUST WASTED BRW WITH A BEAUTIFUL 450 SPLASH RIGHT AFTER THE SPINEBUSTER!! THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-THWACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HEEL POP!!!] DD: DAVE BRYANT SAVES THE DAY!! JR: Dave Bryant broke up that three count at the last second with a dropkick right to the face of Harisoto Mashima, and Mashima is hurtin'! [Yep, Mashima has rolled onto his face clutching the mask in obvious pain.. as Bryant tries to drag BRW as close as he can to his corner.. before Eli pushes Dave away to a nice pop!] JR: what a double team maneuver by Mashima and Kellan though.. these two really seem to be working well as a team.. DD: Hey, I'll give em credit.. they are definitely a good fit. JR: wow, an odd compliment given by Dirk Davidson.. you heard it first here! DD: Oh, shut up. JR: Mashima back to his feet.. [Slap!] DD: But BRW leapt up and tagged in Dave Bryant! JR: The contest coming full tilt here as the two men who started the war walk back into the center of the ring.. collar and elbow tie-up.. [Boo!] and a quick eye poke by Dave Bryant staggers Mashima back a few feet.. Bryant grabbing and Irish whipping Mashima.. hard into the turnbuckle.. Bryant following in fast and hard.. [Thud!] DD: Oh my! Ferocious running knee strike caught Mashima right in the mush! Haven't seen that one from Dave.. in.. forever! JR: Highly effective maneuver by Dave Bryant who has Harisoto Mashima at his mercy right now.. Bryant lifting Mashima and sitting him atop the turnbuckle as the fans are starting to murmur and rise to their feet! DD: Time for the Doctor of Love highlight reel! JR: He's gonna get Cattlebuster'ed again?! DD: Can it Jake! JR: Dave Bryant climbing up as well now.. as he stands Mashima up on the top.. [And with that.. Dave grabs.. heaves.. and throws Mashima over his head as a few flashbulbs pop! Mashima barrels towards the ground.. and then.. TTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!] DD: HOLY CHRIST YES!! DAVE BRYANT WITH A HUGE BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPERPLEX!! AND MASHIMA HIT THE CANVAS HARD!! STIFFER THAN A CORPSE I TELL YA! JR: Sick! Bryant rolling over and hooking the leg of Harisoto Mashima! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!! [SIGH OF RELIEF POP!!] DD: Three! Three! Goddamn Francois, learn to count! JR: Mashima up at the last second! It looked like he sneaked a shoulder up! DD: Sneaky Pete?! JR: Huh? DD: Oh, nevermind. [Bryant wastes no time lifting Mashima back to his feet.. and Irish whips him into BRW/Bryant's corner!] DD: Time to cut the ring off, baby! JR: Bryant arguing with the ref now for no apparent re- [HEEL POP!!] DD: Now you see the reason?! JR: Bryant buying time as BRW chokes the life out of Harisoto Mashima in their corner! Cheap, dirty, bastard tactics being applied by the duo of Bryant and Wilkins right here! [Thud! Thud! Thud! Thwap! BOOOOOOO!!] JR: BRW with a series of clubbing forearms and then a wicked short arm clothesline to the back of Mashima's skull just sent him back into the center of the ring.. DD: And it looks like Bryant and Francois have settled their differences.. JR: How timely. DD: Yeah, tell me about it. JR: Only these two gotta resort to cheap tactics such as those, because they aren't good enough to win on talent. DD: Excuse me?! These two are goddamn studs of wrestling, show some respect! [Meanwhile.. Bryant has lifted Mashima back to his feet.. and has carried him back into their corner.. tagging in BRW to a round of boos as Bryant pulls Mashima's arm into the air.. exposing those ribs for BRW..] [Thwap!] JR: Vicious right hook to the exposed ribs of Mashima as Bryant exits the ring.. BRW with an Irish whip now.. Mashima on the return.. LARI- [POP!!] ducked by Mashima!! DD: Damnit!! JR: Mashima off the far end.. here he comes on the retu- [THUD!! BOOOOOOOO!!!] DD: YES! JR: And Wilkins catches the youngster square in the chin with a big boot! Just when you thought Harisoto Mashima was gonna turn the tide.. BRW exhumes the fires with a timely boot to the chin! DD: That's because BRW is a thinking man's wrestler. [Thud!] And the thinking man's wrestler just dropped a well placed knee right into the forehead of Mashima! [Thud!] JR: And another! As these two definitely have taken Mashima out of his game and cut the ring off from Robert Kellan.. [Cut to Kellan who is stomping and trying to get the crowd behind Mashima.. as the crowd starts s a small "MA-SHI-MA!! MA-SHI-MA!!" chant.. BRW turns and gives the crowd the big finger to a nice heel pop!!] DD: Yeah, you tell'em Bobby Ray! JR: BRW pulling Mashima back to his feet here.. Irish whip and into the neutral corner goes Mashima and hard! DD: BRW is just sizing him up! JR: Wilkins charges.. big shou-, [POP!!] Harisoto Mashima moved and BRW just shoulderblocked himself right into the ringpost! Both men are hurt.. Mashima collapses to the mat as the fans are on their feet cheering on the man from the Rising Sun! DD: C'mon Wilkins!! shake them cobwebs loose!! Shake em loose! [BRW does.. as he staggers slowly towards his corner.. as Mashima continues to lie facedown on the mat.. slowly lifting his head and getting to his knees.. SLAP!!] DD: Here comes Bryant on the tag! JR: But he may be too late as Mashima gets to his feet.. Bryant charges! Mashima turning to face! Spinning heel kick! [But Mashima catches Bryant.. and just drops down with the momentum.. TTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!] JR: Some sort of modified Blue Thunder bomb by Harisoto Mashima as he absolutely caught and wasted Dave Bryant! Mashima stumbles to his feet.. back to his cor- [SLAP!] [MASSIVE POP!!] DD: No! JR: And in comes Robert Kellan! Bryant back to his feet! [Thud!] And down with a huge lariat! Here comes BRW! [Pop!] JR: Kellan caught him coming in with a boot to the midsection! DD: Damnit! JR: Vertical suplex hold by Kellan.. he's holding it up.. this is it!! [Kellan then drops BRW in front of him.. into a beautiful sitdown powerbomb.. aka an Orange Crush bomb!] [HUGE, HUGE POP!!] JR: The Silver City Bomb on BRW!!! Kellan just hit his biggest move on BRW and Wilkins has rolled out of the ring and to the floor! This team.. nobody gave em a chance.. but they are coming together and trying to pull off quite a first round upset here! DD: Yeah, but he hit the wrong man! Stupid Kellan! JR: Kellan back on the prowl of Dave Bryant now.. who is using the ropes to get back to his feet.. Bryant wobbling and coming to the center of the ring.. this can only be tro- [TTTTTHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!] JR: LONE STAR LARIAT!! LONE STAR LARIAT!! THE COVER BY KELLAN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! NO! SHOULDER UP!!! [BIG DISAPPOINTED POP!!] JR: OH MY, SO CLOSE!! DD: But yet so far!! AHAHAHA- oh sheeit! [MASSIVE, MASSIVE POP as the camera cuts to BRW on the outside.. who is propped up against the guardrail.. looking into the ring.. not having a clue about the man who stands towering behind him.. but the fans, they know who it is..] JR: JOHNNY BLACK!! JOHNNY BLACK IS STANDING BEHIND WILKINS!! DD: Good Christ Bobby Ray! Turn around! TURN AROUND! [With that.. Black taps BRW on the shoulder.. BRW just brushing it off not looking.. so Black taps him again.. with which BRW spins around with an ultra agitated look on his face.. POP!!!!! ..which then becomes a look of fright!] JR: BRW looks like he's seen a ghost! [Pop!] Black has BRW by the neck.. he lifts! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] [POP!!!] DD: Holy sheeit! JR: Johnny Black just heaved BRW over the guardrail and a row or two into the crowd! Black is taking BRW out of this match and right into hell! [The crowd sorta parts.. half following Black who is just carrying and punching the hell out of BRW as they make their way towards the back.. the other half glued back to the action in the ring..] DD: This is horrible.. absolutely horrible! Dave Bryant is in enough trouble as it is! And now's he's gotta fight two men .. two on one?! Goddamn that Johnny Black! Damn him to hell!! JR: Back to the ring we go.. as Robert Kellan admittedly was watching Black as were we.. and now he returns his attention to the kneeling Dave Bryant who has no idea what has just happened.. DD: This sucks, man! JR: Kellan grabs Bryant by the head.. [Heel Pop!] Oh my! Another great equalizer by Dave Bryant with a soccer kick to the nuts of Kellan who staggers around.. and falls in this corner.. [Pop!] BUT NOT BEFORE HE TAGGED OUT TO MASHIMA!! DD: And look at poor Bryant! He's down and crawling to his corner.. but there is no one to tag to! [Bryant leaps out and makes for the desperation tag.. but comes up empty! BIG POP!!] DD: Sonofabitch! JR: Just look at Dave Bryant, he can't believe it! He's absolutely livid! [That's right.. Bryant is slamming his fists on the mat as his valets look on with fear.. Bryant gets back to his feet.. and decides to kick away at the bottom rope in pure anger.. he's forgotten that there might be a man behind him..] DD: Focus Dave! Focus! JR: What a night for Dave Bryant.. first a Cattlebuster.. and now no tag partner? I wish I could say I feel bad, but this is Dave Bryant.. so nah! DD: Oh, real funny Jake! Real goddamn funny! [The crowd begins to murmur as security rushes over to that area at ringside where Black had thrown BRW just moments before.. as a lady is on the ground, seemingly shaken up.] [Heel pop!] JR: Somebody is hurt! And Dave Bryant just ducked a big Yakuza kick by Mashima! Kick to the stomach by Bryant.. front chancery and lift! [Thud!!] JR: HUGE brainbuster by the Doctor of Love! The cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!! [SIGH OF RELIEF POP!!!] DD: Damnit! So close again! [And as both men roll onto their back.. we pan to the injured lady.. who appears to be..] JR & DD: Lydia Kellan?! [Yep, Lydia is down and slightly shaken up..] [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!] DD: And here comes her hero to save the day!! JR: What the hell is Lucas McCall doing out here?! DD: He's going to check on his lady! JR: McCall hopping the guardrail now as he does seem genuinely concerned as he's leaning over Lydia.. DD: What a good humanitarian.. [We pan to Kellan.. who finally has his bearings under him.. as he looks out at the sea of security.. and Lucas McCall.. bending over his downed wife.. and with that.. Kellan's face flushes red as he leaps off the apron and charges over towards the group..] JR: Oh my! Things are about to heat up! DD: The wifebeater is angry! Ike Kellan is on his way! JR: Kellan hops the guardrail! [BIG POP!!!] JR: And there he goes!! He just pounced on McCall and is.. oh my.. he's slamming McCall's face into the concrete!! Robert Kellan has lost it! DD: Sick sonofabitch! He's a madman! He's certifiable! JR: Kellan is all over Lucas McCall!! This is insane! Security is trying to break this up!! Four men have Kellan subdued! The other two are checking McCall now! [The fans pop huge as McCall gets propped to his feet with the help from the security.. his face displaying a crimson mask .. Kellan tries desperately to get free to attack.. but is being taken to the back.. as is McCall.. Lydia back to her feet and has a look of amazement over her face.. she hops the guardrail and starts to head to the back as well..] DD: big man straight fizzucked up there! She's gonna file for divorce now! JR: I've never seen that out of Robert Kellan, he's just lost it.. and it's now become a singles match virtually, to move onto the second round! [Yep, and both men have gotten to their feet.. but Dave first as he stomps his leg waiting to unleash the superkick..] DD: He's calling for the Call Me in the Morning& |
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| blibblab | Apr 20 2008, 11:10 PM Post #4 |
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[It is a scene that parallels earlier...but only in structure. Robert Kellan stands in a doorway, his wife in front of him, his son not present. The two look at each other, her eyes red and swollen from crying, his face flush red with anger, the tension palpable. He reaches out to her with shaking hands, a motion brushed off as she steps backwards, her face shooting upwards to look straight at his, tense, taut, a visage of raging emotions.] LK: Don't... [The tape enveloping his hands are soaked in blood, shaking as he pulls them away, rubbing them together, almost ashamed to have them be seen. Kellan shakes his head in defiance.] RK: Listen. I did what had to be done. That's it. LK: HE WASN"T DOING ANYTHING ROBERT! GODDAMMIT I'M NOT SOME MAIDEN THAT NEEDS RESCUING! [Silence. A very awkward, shocked silence.] LK(in a trembling voice): He wasn't doing anything. Lucas was out there to help me, that's all. That other guy knocked me over, I didn't know what was going on. If it wasn't for him I could have-- [He interrupts in a quiet yet disconcertingly angry voice.] RK: Listen Lydia, I turned around, saw you on the ground, that [EDIT]ing bastard standing over you. What was I supposed to think Lydia? Tell me what was I supposed to think? [She goes to speak, Kellan stopping her before she can even utter a sound.] RK: No. [Shakes his head.] I told you to not talk to him. I told you I didn't want him near you at all. I told _him_. But what does he do? he has to get his drunk ass involved once again, just to piss me off. I won't have it. I don't care what you say. I don't care what he says. I don't care what anyone says. He is just out to screw with me Lydia. Open your god damn eyes. He is putting on this act for you, acting like a gentleman, being nice. It's a [BLEEP]ing act, why can't anyone else see that?! [Lydia looks on shocked, her lips pursed, all emotion drained from her face. She stares at her husband, not saying a word. He opens his hands as if to ask 'What?'. She responds...] LK: Don't put yourself on a pedestal Robert. You wanna talk about people opening their eyes. How about opening _your_ mind. [She turns, leaving him standing gape mouthed, ashamed, embarrassed.] LK: I hope you do open your mind Robert. Maybe you can search around in there and find the noble, caring, unprejudiced, non-judgmental man I fell in love with. The man I married. When you find him, let me know. [She leaves...and we fade.] DD: Trouble in paradise! Sweet consolation for the debacle we just witnessed. JR: You really do relish in other people's affairs.. don'cha? DD: What kinda affairs? JR: [sighs] Forget it. Fans.. the ring has been cleared.. and we are set for tonight's main event.. as Leviticus Nelson is set to take on the brash youngster Ryan Faith! DD: Both men are coming off heartbreaking defeats at Brawlin'.. and tonight is the night for one man to get back on track.. and it's gonna be Ryan Faith, baby! JR: We shall see.. let's take it over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. [Cut to Hervez.. hammered to shit and lovin' every minute of it..] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. this ees our main event of the evening.. [POP!!!] and eet ees scheduled for one fall.. introducing first.. ["Bad Blood" by Sepultura kicks up, as Leviticus Nelson begins his slow walk to the ring. The crowd pops big as Leviticus nods, closing his eyes, and heads towards the ring. As the song continues, Leviticus strides over the top rope, and enters the ring. Leviticus grabs the top rope, and closes his eyes, beginning a slow prayer, as you can see in detail, the massive amount of tattoo's on his arm. His large hands grip the rope tightly, as he stops the prayer, opens his eyes, and slowly turns around, glaring towards the entranceway.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 397 pounds.. and he hails from Lufkin, Texas.. here is.. LEVITICUS NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Roaring big time pop! as Nelson continues to glare towards the entranceway.] 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, Leviticus Nelson.] DD: These two truly hate one another, and fans, I must even say so myself, I think we are in for a treat! ----------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Main Event!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leviticus Nelson vs. Ryan Faith Written By: Mike Gilliland ----------------------------------------------- [DING! DING! DING!] [And out comes the monster Nelson.. charging at Faith who seems game..] [POP!!] JR: And here they go! Nelson! Faith! Nelson! Faith! Blow for blow they go! But it's Nelson, it's the giant who's getting the best of the exchange as he starts to wail in with blow after blow.. backing Faith all the way into the corner! DD: Dayumn, he looks like a man possessed! JR: Nelson has Faith trapped in that corner.. grab of the collar by Nelson.. and a hurl! [THUD!! POP!!] JR: OH MY! Nelson just hurled the rather large Ryan Faith like ragdoll from the corner damn near completely across the ring! And Faith is completely taken aback and is using the far corner to prop himself back up to his feet.. DD: Christ! Here comes the four hundred pound maniac! [Yep, that's right.. Nelson charges from the opposite corner.. leaping towards the corner..] [THUNK!!! POP!!!] DD: Jesus Christ. JR: Leviticus Nelson with a giant-sized avalanche just crushed Ryan Faith in the corner.. and boy, we have never seen this sorta ferocity from the big man from Lufkin, Texas. DD: Maybe McBaine DID put him over the edge with the mindgames.. maybe we are seeing a new leaf being turned, and by God, I don't like it.. and I sure as hell know Faith doesn't appreciate it.. [Nelson lifts Faith back to his feet, the youngster completely shellshocked and in deep trouble..] JR: Irish whip by the Lufkin, Texas native.. Faith off the far side.. incoming.. [THUD!!!] JR: And the assault continues as Nelson damn near takes the young man's head off with a huge boot to the skull! And Faith rolls out to the floor.. DD: Smart move.. very smart move by the youngster.. he's getting out of what is surely becoming nothing more than a deathtrap. JR: When a man the size of Nelson, is in a zone like he apparently is in right now, I don't know if he's stoppable, by any man. DD: Oh, I wouldn't go that far. Our esteemed Heavyweight champ could take him.. in fact.. he DID take him. JR: This seems to be a different Leviticus Nelson. [And with that, they show the face of Nelson.. who simply, coldly, scowls.. and then climbs over the top rope and hops to the floor below.. where Faith is trying to gather a few breathes leaning on the nearby guardrail.] JR: No rest for the wicked here as Nelson is making a b-line right towards Ryan Faith.. DD: Like a man.. possessed. JR: Nelson closing in on Faith who has to see the big man coming.. [And he does.. as he lashes out with a few overhand rights that somewhat stagger the big man..] DD: There you go Faithster! JR: Faith peppering the big man with some overhand rights.. finally seeming to mount some off-, [Pop!] I take that back as Nelson just swats away another punch attempt and catches Faith right in the stomach with a huge kneelift. DD: Ouch. JR: Nelson lifting Faith up.. and down! [POP!!!] DD: Oh man! He just crotched him! [Yep, Nelson just set Faith unceremoniously onto the guardrail crotchfirst.. as Faith winces in obvious pain.. teetering on top of the guardrail.. as Nelson backs away a few feet..] JR: This is just bad.. Faith in a precarious position as Nelson lines him up.. and charges.. [THWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!] JR: OH MY!! WHAT A RUNNING LARIAT BY NELSON!!! HE JUST FLIPPED FAITH RIGHT OFF THAT GUARDRAIL AND INTO THE FIRST ROW!! DD: Good Christ! This is an old fashioned ass whippin'! JR: You can say that again.. this monster is.. well, he's just that.. like an unchained, ruthless monster! DD: Yeah, it looks like without DeFay.. this man has no sanity! [Nelson slowly stalks over the guardrail.. as the crowd clears.. leaving just Faith on the ground.. a lot of chairs propped and folded.. and Nelson.] JR: Leviticus seemingly taking his time plotting his next course of action here.. as he.. [POP!!!] JR: Picks up a chair now.. he's just waiting for Ryan Faith to get to his feet.. and Faith is doing so, slowly but surely.. DD: This.. is simply torture! JR: Faith wavering but back to his feet.. he has no idea where he is.. but he's turning around to what will have to be certain doom! [Faith turns.. Nelson swings.. THE SWING OF SWINGS!!!] [CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["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 sheeit. JR: If that wasn't the damndest chairshot to the skull that I've ever seen.. then I'll be damned! Nelson swung for the home run.. and kids.. he got all of that one! DD: And he's just on fire.. he's not wasting any time neither.. he's just discarded that completely trashed chair.. and is lifting Faith back to his feet?! [Yes he is.. and.. the camera cuts to the face of Faith, who is bleeding profusely from a fresh cut on his forehead.] JR: Dayumn, that cut is BAD. DD: Well, I expected that.. I mean, that chairshot was sickly hellacious.. and although I've never liked Nelson, I do sorta like the style he's presented so far tonight.. JR: How am I not surprised? DD: I gotta like him.. I wanna live and all. JR: True enough. And with that.. Nelson has Faith in a standing headscissors as the fans are cheering him on.. and those nearby.. oh lord.. you don't think? [The camera pans back.. to get a glimpse of what is around as they are only maybe two rows deep past the guardrail.. a row of chairs in place as Nelson stands in front of em.. with Faith helplessly in a standing headscissors..] JR: Nelson lifts.. and high into the air goes Faith!! Nelson just pauses as he's got Faith high in the air.. a good seven feet above a row of chairs! DD: Don't do it Nelson! Not to Faith, not to Faith! [And with that.. Nelson whips Faith down.. ..down.. ..down.. ..TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..] ["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: GOOD LORD!! NELSON WITH A POWERBOMB FROM HELL RIGHT INTO AND THROUGH A ROW OF CHAIRS AT RINGSIDE!!! HE PUT FAITH THROUGH THEM ALL, THEY ARE ALL DENTED TO SHIT AND THE FANS HAVE ABSOLUTELY LOST IT!!! DD: Somebody.. ANYBODY.. stop this match.. this is sickening! JR: This is what the little punk gets! DD: For what? JR: Undisclosed reasons! DD: Oh.. JR: And Nelson again not wasting any time as he lifts the lifeless body of Ryan Faith.. and just launches him back into the ringside area.. perhaps attempting to bring this match back towards the civilized lands of professional wrestling, it's ring.. DD: What the hell was that? JR: Was what? DD: The civilized lands, you are stretchin' here.. JR: Yeah, so? Sue me. DD: Damn, testy. [Nelson walks over the guardrail.. and instead of going right at the bloody mess that is the downed Ryan Faith.. Nelson walks over to the ring.. and drops on his knees.. to a HUGE POP!!] JR: Uh-oh. DD: Looking under the ring?! Now what?! JR: I don't know.. but whatever it is.. it can only mean bad things for Ryan Faith! [And soon we find out what it is he searches for.. as Nelson pulls out a table to a nice, warm, monster pop! from the bloodthirsty Grand Isle, Louisiana fans!] DD: Table for one? JR: Sure seems that way as Nelson is setting the table up at ringside as Faith desperately claws at the ring apron.. trying his best to gather himself to his feet.. and here comes Nelson.. DD: And into the ring rolls Faith with the help of a hearty push by Leviticus.. who rolls in himself, just look into the eyes of that big bastard, seriously. JR: His eyes are those of a man on the end.. a man with no care.. no compassion.. and he's taking it all out on his rival, Ryan Faith. DD: What a bad night to be Ryan Faith.. what a bad night to draw Leviticus Nelson.. just.. bad. JR: Nelson back to his feet.. as is Ryan Faith surprisingly.. who.. [Heel Pop!] [Why? Because.. through the crimson-mask.. through the visage of torture.. Ryan Faith mustered up one thing.. the middle finger! And with that.. Nelson attacks!] JR: NELSON WITH HIS HANDS AROUND THE NECK OF FAITH!!! HE'S CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF THE YOUNG STUD!! DD: That's illegal! He's snapped! He's absolutely snapped! JR: Nelson has gone over the edge.. he was teetering.. but that middle finger just blew him through the roof! Faith is going down to the mat.. but Nelson continues to just shake Faith back and forth.. clutching his neck and choking the life out of him!! DD: Damnit.. Eli! Get over there damnit! You can't let Nelson kill.. again! JR: Without his handler, Nelson has become an angry monster just awoken from the slumber.. he's out of control! [And he continues to choke out Faith.. even though Francois is pleading with him to let go.. Francois starting his five count.. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: He's not breaking the hold!! Nelson refuses to let go!! DD: What can Francois do now?! JR: He's grabbing and tugging at Nelson, demanding him to let go of Ryan Faith! [And that's when Nelson does so.. only to grab Francois by the neck!] [SHOCKED YET STILL POPULAR POP!!!] [TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [ANOTHER SHOCKED POP!!!!] JR: NELSON JUST CHOKESLAMMED FRANCOIS!!! NELSON JUST CHOKESLAMMED THE DAMN REFEREE!!! HE'S GONE!! HE'S ABSOLUTELY LOST IT!! DD: This man.. Christ! And now he's lifting Faith back to his feet.. and pointing at that table?! [HARDCORE POP!!!!!] JR: Nelson has Faith at his mercy! They are standing near the ropes.. and that table rests just below on the concrete aside.. back of the neck clawhold!! You don't think?! DD: Oh.. my.. God! JR: HE'S GONNA DO IT!!!!!! [Nelson lifts Faith high.. high.. high into the air.. so high that Faith's feet clear the top rope.. and then Nelson releases.. as Faith falls.. ..down.. ..down.. ..down.. ..down.. TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["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: DESCENTION FROM HELL!! DESCENTION FROM HELL FROM THE RING THROUGH A TABLE AT RINGSIDE!! THAT ABLE EXPLODED INTO A HUNDRED PIECES AND THIS PLACE IS GOING ABSOLUTELY NUTS!! DD: INSANE!! THAT WAS INSANE!! JR: Nelson is just glaring down at Faith.. the ball of wreckage on the floor! This whole contest has taken a sharp turn into hell!! Into Leviticus Nelson's own personal hell! DD: And he's taking us on a goddamn tour. [And as Nelson looks down at the lifeless Ryan Faith.. the bell sounds..] [DING! DING! DING!] JR: What the? DD: Look, Francois is on the mat and he's telling that damned midget to ring the bell! Francois has seen.. and felt enough, I guarantee it! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our esteemed referee has informed me.. that the winner of this match due to a disqualification.. is.. RYAN FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Monster heel pop!!!] DD: Holy Christ!! Who'da thought that up until a few seconds ago?! JR: Nelson pushed Francois too far.. and the referee had to make a call.. a call that we here in GIW stress not to be made.. unless under extreme circumstances and this was such a circumstance! DD: No sheeit. JR: Nelson is a new man.. he's a man with no emotion, no fear, and his reign of terror has just only begun!! DD: what a bad goddamn thought! JR: Oh my.. so much to be said.. so much has happened.. but we are out of time!! DD: Christ!! Now?! JR: Blame the channel, Dirk, but we gotta go!! What a night!! What a way to come off of Brawlin'!! Goodnight fans, see you in two weeks!! [We stay on the figure of Leviticus Nelson, not moved by the announcement.. as he just stares.. frozen with anger.. looking down at the mess that is a broken table.. and a bloodied Ryan Faith.. as we finally fade out.] Grand Isle Wrestling 2002 |
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If a wholly Great One rules, the people hardly know that he exists. Lesser men are loved and praised, still lesser ones are feared, still lesser ones are despised. How thoughtful one must be in what one says! The work done, business takes its course, and all people think: "We are free." - Lao Tzu "Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free." - Ronald Reagan "The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government." - Thomas Jefferson | |
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| blibblab | Apr 20 2008, 11:22 PM Post #5 |
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Just a note - I had posted this a little bit early - read the Brawlin' on the Dock of the Bay first. This show is the first show after Brawlin'. |
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If a wholly Great One rules, the people hardly know that he exists. Lesser men are loved and praised, still lesser ones are feared, still lesser ones are despised. How thoughtful one must be in what one says! The work done, business takes its course, and all people think: "We are free." - Lao Tzu "Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free." - Ronald Reagan "The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government." - Thomas Jefferson | |
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