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| GIW TV 4-16-02; Seventh show by Mike Gilliland | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 24 2008, 06:25 PM (664 Views) | |
| blibblab | Apr 24 2008, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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[The credits for Good Times fade to black.. as darkness envelopes the screen for a few brief moments. With that, a logo displaying "GIPA 68" comes on the channel blue on white.. a 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.. and then it cuts to the smokey interior of what appears to be a rather dingy establishment. A few drunken patrons fill the enterprise as the camera slowly pans around the musky room finally settling on the massive leather jacket covered back of a figure sitting at the bar. The camera approaches the figure as very familiar voice to the Grand Isle is heard...] Figure: When I was but a young lad, I was told of many stories of a man that walked this Earth much like you do Jack... [As the camera begins to reveal the profile of the figure, his face covered in a matted mask of stringy jet black hair, the Grand Isle Heavyweight Championship Belt sits on the bar in front of the figure. It is the one eye warrior "Bad Eye" McBaine... and he speaks again...] McB: I can remember sitting motionless for hours upon hours listening to the wondrous tales of the almost mythical powers this supposed 'man' held within his hands... The mere mention of his name would send a slight shiver down my spine because I associated it with unmeasurable power... After all... That's what the world believed he actually contained within him... [A small chuckle barely escapes McBaine's chest.] McB: I can remember the look of pure joy on my poor mother's face whenever I asked her to retell me the stories that she had told me the night before... He brought hope to her heart... I could see that... Even through the bloody noses... the black eyes... the swollen lips... The mere thought of him brought out something in her that she normally never held while we lived with that monster she called her love... [McBaine reaches over the bar and brings a half finished bottle of Wild Turkey to him. He proceeds to drop his head back and take a swig of the sweet nectar.] McB: He gave her hope... [McBaine remains motionless for a second, vision lost in a memory.] McB: He gave ME hope... [McBaine slowly begins to shake his head causing the black vines it to sway back and forth.] McB: Jack... I see what you do... it is something that I cannot and will not deny... and I am a big enough man to admit it. For all those fans who litter the Sand Dollar week in and week out... for all those fans who tune in to a channel buried within the confines of a digital cable box... You give them a smile while they watch you inhale a plate of sticky chicken wings instead of lifting a bit of iron over your head... You give them a chuckle when they watch you dance and jiggle your rolls of sweaty bounty instead of putting the finishing touches on an opponent... You give these delusional people many, many things to which they BELIEVE they actually need... [Seconds slowly give birth to more of their kind as McBaine's one good eye intently watches the bottle within his hand.] McB: It is the reason why you are like the 'man' from my past... You give the masses the taste of something they believe they actually need in life... Hope... [McBaine quickly takes another swig from the bottle.] McB: They see you and they think to themselves... "If I smile and make a mockery of a lifestyle that the true of heart are drawn to... then I will be successful..." "If I fill my body with any and all that I wish... I will be able to call on it to do my bidding whenever and where ever I choose..." "If I emulate the Fat Man... I will be undefeated in life and hold a prize which all others will look up to..." [McBaine softly shakes his head.] McB: Jack... All you are giving them is a false hope, for they do not realize that your supposed undefeated streak is nothing but a fluke... and that piece of gold you hold by your side is an even bigger joke... Why? Because I hold this... [McBaine points a single finger at the belt before him.] McB: This is the only belt in this federation which means anything. That is why you will be meeting me face to face tonight... because you know that what you hold is merely a toy compared to the glory I hold... But I welcome your feeble attempts tonight to test the waters of true manhood. I welcome them because there is something I want from you Jack... I want that undefeated streak... I want the screams from the masses as I pull the hope from their 'champion'... I want to pull the hope from them like it was pulled from me in my childhood days... For the power of mythical Fat Men is just that... A myth... [McBaine turns around on the bar stool and faces the semi-empty tavern.] McB: Santa doesn't exist... And after tonight... Neither will you, Jack. Neither will you... [McBaine slowly lumbers up, his good eye focused on the ground when suddenly the side of his mouth curls into a devilish smirk.] McB: And by the way, Russell... You made the right decision by not raising your hand to me... but it still seems as though that you do not truly understand the gift that I have offered you... A position next to the Champion... A position that if you do NOT take will cause you to soon look like the man I will be facing tonight... [McBaine cocks his head just enough to peer at the camera through the corner of his eye.] McB: And if you have a question to what that fate will look like... feel free to get a closer view tonight at ringside... It would be my pleasure to show you how to handle 'business' properly... [With that McBaine lumbers off as the camera cuts.] [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 April 16th, 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!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG TIME POP!!!] JR: I'm Jacob Rodgers and alongside me is my colleague and friend, Dirk Davidson.. [Heel pop!!] DD: Oh, blow me! [Booooo!!] JR: Well, well.. starting off on the right track tonight as we've got five _huge_ matches and quite possibly the biggest main event on a regular show that we've had to date.. as champions collide! [Big Pop!] Television champ against Heavyweight champ.. the undefeated singles streaks of both men are on the line as City Jack [Monster Pop!] goes one on one against "Bad Eye" McBaine [BOOOOOOO!!!] for that big prize, the GIW Heavyweight title!! DD: City Jack doesn't have a chance! [Booo!] Deal with it people, he ain't got a shot in hell of beating the madman from the Valley of the Blind, bitches! JR: That has yet to be seen or proven. DD: You can eat my ass too, dingleber- JR: Ahem. Also tonight, we finish off the first round of our big Tag Titles tournament.. and one of those matches has two HUGE debuts.. as "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor and "The South Texas Death Ride" Johnny Black [Pop!!] team up to face off against the game team of Lucas McCall and Ryan Faith! [Boooo!!] DD: Ya know, as much as I dig Faith and McCall, if Black and Taylor show any semblance of a working tag team, those boys are in serious trouble. JR: Amen to that. And our other big first round match pairs up the recently maniacal Leviticus Nelson [Big Pop!!] with a man who's allegiance is in question with the fans as long as the guys in the back, in Russ Brady..[Pop!!] as they go toe to toe with the team of "Razorblade" Jake Cutler [Booo!] and a mystery opponent!! DD: Do you know who it is?! JR: Not a clue.. but logically speaking, unless our backer has a crapload of cash, I wouldn't expect to see some big name from El Aye or Can- DD: Oxymoron. JR: Yeah, superstar and Canada are oxymorons! [The crowd even pops at the mocking of moose-humpin' Canucks and their shitty wrestling organizations.] JR: Anyhow.. we'll kick it off with two big singles contests.. the first being a hot contest against "The Doctor of Love" Dave Bryant [Boo!] and Robert Kellan.. a man who's been qu- DD: Just say it. JR: Say what? DD: He's a wifebeater! Ask her! [Davidson points to the crowd, where the camera cuts to Lydia who's just shaking her head in disagreeance.] DD: Bah! They always lie for their man! [The crowd boos at the dickish rudo commentator.] JR: Whatever the case may be, Robert Kellan and Dave Bryant shall hook it up in just a few moments.. which will be followed by a match that many are calling a potential showstealer tonight as "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny [Booo!] will lock horns with the masked man from Nippon, Japan.. Harisoto Mashima! [Pop!!] DD: That definitely has the makings of a star studded affair.. but you gotta put your money on the hot hand, and that hand is one Shane Destiny. JR: So, you'd put money down on Shane? DD: Any day of the week. JR: Well, with the bets in, let's go see some recorded comments from "Razorblade" Jake Cutler. [Backstage.] [Jake Cutler is sitting alone, his back to us, exposed because he sits on a wooden stool. His back is bare, and well toned, he is just staring into a small mirror. The room about him is fairly empty, save one wall which is decorated with sporadic photographs and newspaper clippings. The room is clearly only lit by the dying sun through a dirty window. The Razorblade turns his head, the corners of his eyes are slits and they leer at us. He almost cracks a smile, but instead he looks impassive. Deeply set black eyes. Dried scalp glistening underneath the dimly lit room. And he stands, arms folded. Like a parent about to lecture a child.] JC: Shut down in my second match in a row. By a Bostonian. Another damned wannabe badboy. [Flat, without invective.] And here I am, matched up against two more. What on Earth am I missing? How is it that someone so ignorant and talentless can so defuse me? [Something roils in his beady-black eyes for just a moment, quickly stifled.] JC: Nevertheless, I'd like to start off with an analogy of sorts. Leviticus Nelson had to fight "Bad Eye" McBaine, less of a man and more of an elemental force. But he wasn't the one that reduced Nelson into a slobbering, bloody-thirsty wreck. The fires I burned in will soon be well-documented...but they didn't push me beyond the threshold. I owe that distinction to men like Lucas McCall and as of late...Harisoto Mashima. Thanks, guys. You pulled the veil from my eyes. Where Nelson was able to finally see what a reprehensible pussy he is...I feel strangely empowered. See, I've always felt that I needed some sort of "warming up" to do to establish credibility before I came out, guns blazing. "Brawlin" was supposed to fit that role. [He stresses "supposed," leaving the viewer to fill in the blanks.] JC: But here I am in GIW, being fed low-tier bottom feeders. I've got the notion in my head of battening myself on these folks, slowly but surely climbing my way up to some sort of "top" where I could - brag about beating Russ Brady? [A solemn shake of the head almost hides a faint twitch of his mouth. He's not so civil as he looks.] JC: The breaking point was, of course, the Gee-Eyes' biggest night ever. "Brawlin' on the Dock of the Bay". Apparently, a fight with McCall and Mashima is my penance for expressing disinterest in bumping elbows with all these subnormals. Is it supposed to be an insult? [Shrug.] It was demeaning, certainly at first. But that's not what got me. I started thinking, "Maybe it's some sort of a warning shot, sending these maggots my way? Surely they aren't the best this federation's got to offer?" But then I realized... Yes. This is the best they can do. From day one, the Gee-Eye has been using their Bad-Eye poster child to cover up the steep talent curve. It seems City Jack is literally the most deserving of what's inside of the Gee-Eye to get a crack at it's most prestigious belt. I knew this, and was enlightened. [There's a beatific, shit-eating smile for us...for all of a second. When it's gone there is something cold and horrible in its wake.] JC: But I'm done. I'm through. No more whitewashing, projecting good qualities on those that have none. It's been fun, children, but I must move on to better things. I refuse to fight men like Lucas McCall for eternity. I am as far beyond crap, as it is beyond them. [He spreads his arms, encompassing the clutter of his dressing room.] JC: You might imagine that this is a turbulent time for me right now, and so I'm equipped to handle it. What you see right now is the staging grounds of my evolution. This is the command center where I'm going to muster for a complete overhaul of my working environment...one parrot at a time. And I'm not leaving this room until match time. [He wheels across a backdrop of photos and posters taped to the wall, rifling through books and papers until he withdraws a box made of what looks to be black glass.] JC: [coyly] I'm not even going to tell you what this is. Just be assured that if I have to take out what's inside, bad shit will happen. [He drops it, going back to the desk - opening the drawer again with one hand, tapping a finger on a photo of Harisoto Mashima on the wall with his other.] JC: And as for you... [He reaches in the drawer, pulls out a crowbar, and calmly taps it across the desktop.] ...You've set things into motion that you can't comprehend, you've summoned something you can't put down. God have mercy on you... ...because I will not. [Cut, back to Rodgers and Davidson, who have taken their normal positions at the table at ringside.] DD: Cutler with a crowbar?! Things cannot be good for Harisoto Mashima with that certifiable madman running around with weapon! JR: Scary, isn't it. DD: Hell no!! It downright kicks ass!!!!! JR: Figures. You know what else you'll find kick ass? DD: Nude pics of your mom?! JR: Uh.. no. A Robert Kellan promo! DD: NOOOOOOOOOO!! V: Don't worry, Hon', I'll be fine. [The woman's voice, as we fade in, belongs to that of the ever so lovely Lydia Kellan. Standing in a doorway she addresses a sitting Robert Kellan (her husband for those just tuning in). He looks on disapprovingly, shaking his head. In his deep voice he responds.] RK: Listen Lydia, last week you almost got hurt. There is no reason that won't happen again. We got all these maniacs running around here, ripping each other up with barbwire, throwing fireballs, putting each other through tables...it's bad enough I'm out there but you (pause) ...I don't want to see you are Bobby get hurt. [She smiles, walking in and ruffling his short brown hair with her hands.] LK: Rob, I'll have one of the guys watch Bobby. I am going out there though. I'll sit in the back with one of the other girls, away from the ring. Plus there is security and all that stuff. I'll be fine, just don't you worry. [Grumbling under his breath he stands up, giving her a giant hug, holding her tightly. Still grasping her around the waist he backs off.] RK: Fine. Bobby stays in the back and I'll have Mash come out with me for my match so if anything happens and I don't see it, at least he will. Just be careful. [She winks.] LK: Of course, Tiger. [A kiss...another hug...one of those looks lovebirds give each other and she turns leaving the room. Kellan turns around to continue dressing, Harisoto Mashima sitting there, as he has been the whole time, laughing under his breath.] RK: What's so funny? HM: Just... I've never really seen anything like you two. Sometimes, you two act like you annoy each other to the ends of the earth and beyond, and other times you act like you're the only people in the world. Sometimes, my friend, I wonder how it is you can keep your head on your work with all that's going on around you. [Robert nods sarcastically, a smirk on his face none the less.] RK: Yeah, yeah, say what you want but I'd like to see you say you got a girl like that. [He pauses.] RK: You'll find yourself some lil' geisha girl, fall head over heels and understand. [He chuckles, bending over to lace his boots. The pair continue to ready themselves, talking as they do.] RK: You got no problem coming out with me for my match? HM: No. I know you've got your share of problems. Sometimes, all we can really wish for is someone to be there and watch our backs. I really should be focusing on Destiny alone, but I don't think it'll do any harm to be there and try to keep an eye out for you. RK: I appreciate it bro. I know you got Destiny on your mind but you just never know what's gonna happen around here. We got McCall running around, pissed out of his tree, trying to screw with my mind. You got McBaine and Black raising hell. [A disapproving head shake.] RK: You know, I always thought wrestling was supposed to be a family thing. Bring the kids, have all kinds of fun. Damn was I ever wrong. HM: Maybe. I still believe wrestling can be pure, an art. [Mash stands, jumping back and forth in place a few times, butterfly stretching his arms a few times.] HM: For me, when I step into a GIW ring, all I see is the art. Wrestling is as challenging as any endeavor a man can undertake. It's not only a contest of physical prowess and wills between two men, it's a war of self-control and resolve. I'll admit it. Sometimes, when I hear the same tired racial slurs, when I hear some guy that doesn't even know me talk about my character... I get angry. Really angry. End people's careers angry. But I try to focus and remember - I don't do this as some form of cheap therapy. For me, wrestling isn't about hurting people and destroying lives. It's the ultimate sport, but I'm there to put fans in seats and entertain them while I do. If I can get a little bit of personal enjoyment and enlightenment and success out of the deal, so be it, but I don't have an inflated sense of importance about myself. Wrestling is larger than me, or my anger, or even my pride or some sort of weird search for a better way. So maybe it isn't a family thing all the way through. And maybe people look at people like you and I and say that we have no place in civilized society. But I say there's no nobler cause or goal. If that's not family friendly, I don't know what is. What men like McBaine do is their own business. That's their route to their success, and it's obviously successful. Harisoto Mashima only worries about doing his job well enough to make a living at it, maybe stay around a bit, and try my best to make sure nobody feels slighted being in the ring with me or watching me perform or even just interacting with me. That means beating Shane Destiny. And looking out for you. [Kellan smiles, standing to his full height. He walks over to Mashima who looks on almost curiously. Kellan pats him on the shoulder as he grabs his baseball cap off a hanger.] RK: And that right there...the fact you think the same way I do about this sport... _That_ is why we'll make fine tag team champions. [The hat comes on and we...well, we fade.] DD: Good lord.. what a boring diatribe, David Carradine apparently in the house tonight, sheeit. JR: Jeez,real nice Dirk, go ahead and insult some more people while you're at it. DD: If I must.. JR: No, please, don't. Here, let's go to something that'll please you.. a Dave Bryant promo. DD: Wooooooooo! [Fade in. Standing in front of a GIW backdrop is none other than resident sleaze bag, "The Doctor of Love" Dave Bryant, dressed in street clothes and accompanied by his two lovely valets, Shannon on the left and Elena on the right. They all have the same sad look on their face, and Dave is actually shaking his head as the picture fades in.] DB: It's been said that the first step to solving a personal problem is to admit that the problem exists. [Dave looks up, nodding solemnly.] DB: As I, and the two ladies with me can tell you, Robert? It's true. [Dave and the girls simultaneously grin.] DB: It's easy, man. All you do is stand up...state your name and your problem, and suddenly, there are hordes of people willing to accept you, problems and all. There are people dedicated to helping you out, people whose whole life consists of listening to your problems and helping you through them, one step at a time. [Three heads nodding.] DB: It doesn't even matter what the problem is. You could be an alcoholic, a drug addict, a sex addict...they don't care. No matter how disgusting and depraved your behavior might be, they listen and they don't judge, Robert. They don't judge because, a lot of times, they've been where you are -- they've lived through the problems, dealt with them the best they can. [Dave pauses, rubbing his chin.] DB: It's easy, Kellan...all you have to do is stand up, clear your throat, choke down your shame, and say these words... [All together now.] ALL: "My name is Robert Kellan, and I beat my wife regularly." [Fade.] DD: HOLY SHEEIT!! Dave rules!! He is a Go-, wait, no, copyrighted. JR: Dave Bryant continuing on the tiring campaign of Robert Kellan, Wifebeater Extraordinare. DD: Hey, people like him and Kendrick Lane are trying to save Lydia a lot of heartache, and a lot of bruises. JR: Gimme a break.. let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions to our opening contest of the evening.. [Cut to the lovable Antonio Hervez, who is standing quite strong tonight in the center of that ring, no bottle in sight.. just the mic and the card.] DD: Wow.. maybe he's on the first of his twelve steps. 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| blibblab | Apr 24 2008, 06:27 PM Post #2 |
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AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our opening contest ess scheduled for one fall.. with a feefteen meenute time leemit.. introducing first.. [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# [Through the meager entrance curtain appears the thick form of Robert Kellan. Cheers rock from the audience as he steps through, making his way down the aisle. The cheer continues as the masked Harisoto Mashima follows him, ring gear and a GIW T-shirt his attire. A large smile creases the face of Kellan 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. Mashima does much the same, only staying at ringside.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he ees accompanied tonight by Harisoto Mashima, from Beaumont, Texas, weighing een at 273lbs.. .. ROBERT KELLAN!! [BIG FACE 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 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.] DD: Lord have mercy on this crippled soul, a man who beats his wife needs mercy from somebody. JR: Goddamn it Dirk, enough is enough, he's not a wifebeater! DD: Well, sure, he hasn't been charged yet, but you'll see. AH: And his opponent.. [Silence...then the sound of a loud cough is heard over the PA. A few people in the crowd recognize it, and start to boo. Shortly after, a single word comes over the PA...] #Bad...# [From there, we launch full-on into Metallica's "Bad Seed", and a loud heel pop hails the arrival of the "Doctor of Love", Dave Bryant. First, his valets step through the curtain...Elena to the right, Shannon to the left. They both turn and point towards the entrance, fingers curled in beckoning gestures...then the man himself steps through the curtain, arms raised high in the air. The boos only get louder, which is fairly impressive given the size of the audience. The song reaches it's chorus as Bryant puts his arms around the waist of each valet, strutting down the aisle, the smirk plastered on his face.] #Swing the noose again Pierce the apple skin Bit more than you need Now you're chokin' on the bad seed On the bad seed... Ahh, chokin'!# AH: On his way to the ring.. he ees accompanied by Elena 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!!!!!!!! [Heel pop!!] [The trio reaches the ring, Elena and Shannon climbing up the ringsteps and parting the ropes for the Doctor, who steps through, keeping one boot on the middle rope so the ladies can step in easily. Dave makes his way to the center of the ring, then holds his arms out to his sides. Elena and Shannon proceed to remove the black silk robe, revealing a pair of royal blue tights, black kneepads, and black wrestling boots. The robe is handed off to a ringside attendant as Bryant, Elena, and Shannon stand in the center of the ring, the two women with an arm each around his waist. Dave simply grins, his arms folded in front of him. After a brief pose, the ladies make their way out of the ring and Dave stretches his arms out and rolls his shoulders, getting ready for action.] JR: Dave sure has had his world rocked since appearing here, courtesy of Johnny Black, and more viciously by one Bobby Taylor, so who knows what is on his mind tonight.. DD: A victory is on his mind, simple enough. --------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Opening Match!!!!!!!!! Dave Bryant vs. Robert Kellan Written By: Terry Jue --------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [The two men meet in the center of the ring as Kellan goes to grab Bryant, only to have the self-proclaimed "Doctor of Love" duck under and escape his clutches. He points to his temple and turns his attention back to Kellan. Once again, Bryant slips away from Kellan, this time drawing a round of boos from the crowd.] JR: Dave Bryant is looking reluctant to get this match started. That's twice that he's avoided locking up with Kellan. DD: Hell, I'd be reluctant too! I mean, Kellan's libel to make Dave look like poor Lydia, there! JR: He doesn't beat his wife, Dirk. DD: A source no less credible than Kendrick Lane said he does! And that man's CLASSY~! JR: Shut up, Dirk. [This time, Bryant moves over to the ropes and mouths off with some of the folks in the audience, flexing his bicep for Lydia, who's sitting at ringside. She rolls his eyes, as he turns his attention back to a somewhat annoyed Kellan, who...] JR: Look at the power of Robert Kellan! Bryant was too busy showboating to Lydia Kellan and he's paying for it right here! DD: Great...he's a petty, jealous sadist, too. Man, his kid's gonna' have some f'ed up therapy bills when he gets older. [...lifts up Bryant into a military press! He holds up Bryant, keeping him in the air for a good ten seconds or so, before dropping him face-first onto the canvas! Face pop!] JR: Dave Bryant just got dropped on his face! He's going to have to rethink his strategy...Robert Kellan's got the strength of... DD: ...five trailer trash husbands? JR: ..... [With Bryant still down, Kellan goes for a kneedrop. He leaps into the air...] Crowd: OH! JR: Kneedrop finds nobody home! DD: Of course...you think a punk-ass fall like that's going to damage Bryant? Kellan's a damn idiot! JR: The man's not exactly a veteran of the sport, Dirk. He's still learning. DD: ...to find new ways to hurt women! Haha! JR: God, Dirk...don't you ever get tired of making jokes like that? DD: Who says I'm joking? [Both men get to their feet at the same time. Bryant immediately dives at Kellan with a dropkick to the knee, but Robert has the presence of mind to side-step it at the last second. Bryant is quick to spring back to his feet, but is quickly cut down by a shoulderblock from Kellan. Pop!] JR: Dave Bryant just got dropped like a bad habit! Kellan didn't even budge from that collision! DD: Bryant's just lulling him into a false sense of security, Jakey. And when he lets up...watch out! You know...kinda' like how Lydia stops moving after the first punch. JR: Riggggghhhhttt...anyhow, Bryant back to his feet and Kellan's challenging him to try that again! DD: Friggin' idiot...he wants to get hit? [Bryant smirks and runs into the ropes. He runs full steam at Kellan... Face pop! ...and once again finds himself on the canvas.] DD: Alright, Dave...I think you're gonna' have to find another gameplan. JR: Robert Kellan's built like a brick house! There's no way Dave Bryant's going to get him down that way. DD: Hey! He's telling him to do it again! JR: Bryant looks like he's going to accept the challenge! [Getting up with a little less gusto, but plenty of moxy, Dave Bryant backs up and runs into the ropes. He charges at Robert Kellan once more. However, right before impact...] DD: HAHAHAHA!!! JR: What a dirty cheat! [...he puts on the breaks and pokes Kellan in the eyes!] DD: Hah-...oh man...man-o-man...that's brilliant. JR: That's underhanded and against the rules! DD: Pffft...it's the 21st century, Jacob. Deal with it. [With Kellan temporarily stunned, Bryant nails him with the ever-elusive dropkick to the knee, that causes the Texan to hobble a bit. He follows up with a kick to the back of the knee and then one last dropkick to the knee that sends him down to the canvas!] JR: Bryant looks like he's trying to keep Kellan grounded with that attack on the right knee. DD: Hell, if he can't catch you, he can't hurt you! A lesson Lydia must've learned early on in their marriage. JR: Oh, for the love of... [However, Kellan isn't down for long, as he quickly pushes himself back up to his feet, albeit...limping. Not that Bryant cares. He ducks a wild right hand from the big man and quickly hooks him for a Russian legsweep, sending Kellan crashing into the canvas once more. Heel pop!] JR: Russian legsweep outta nowhere and Bryant floats over for the pin! One, two...no! Kellan gets the shoulder up! DD: Just keep at it, Dave...keep hitting him. Make him feel his family's pain! JR: Enough already! DD: You do your job and I'll do mine, alright, Jakey? You tell'em that Bryant's destroying Kellan's knee and I'll remind the public as many times as possible that this piece of trash is a wifebeater. JR: That's not your job, Dirk. DD: Shut up! [But hey, Dirk's right. Bryant was continuing his assault on Robert Kellan's knee. After taking Kellan down with a drop-toehold and an enzuigiri as he got to his knees, Bryant is perched on the second rope, waiting for Kellan to rise. As he gets back to his feet, Bryant flies off, drilling Kellan with a missile dropkick directed right into that much-abused knee! Heel pop!] JR: MISSLE DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE KNEE!!! Bryant could've done major damage to Kellan's knee right there! DD: That was DAMN good. I think this misogynist might be outta' the match. JR: But Bryant isn't going for the pin! [Indeed he isn't. Instead, he walks over to the ropes and turns his attention to Lydia once more, this time...thrusting his pelvis towards her direction! Heel pop!] JR: That's sick! Leave the poor woman alone! DD: Hey, that's just Dave's way of telling that dumb broad if she ever wises up, she's got the prescription for what ails her...if ya' catch my drift. [Kellan, who up until now, had been cradling his hurting knee, see this and gets back to his feet, looking pretty damn pissed off. He spins Bryant around and fires a right hand...] *SMACK!* JR: Whatta' right! *SMACK!* DD: Hey...closed fist! DQ that man! *SMACK!* [Kellan sends Bryant into the ropes for a ride...] *TWACK!* Crowd: OH! DD: Goddamnit! JR: A _MASSIVE_ boot to the face sends Dave Bryant down! DD: But look at him! Kellan can't even stand up! [Indeed, the momentum of the kick...coupled with the state of his knee, causes Robert Kellan to fall back as well. He gets back up though, and sends Bryant off into the ropes once more...] ______THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ [FACE POP!] JR: POWERSLAM AND THE PIN!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! JR: No! Bryant slips the shoulder! [Kellan pulls Bryant back up, still hobbling a bit. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a HIGH backdrop! Bryant gets back up and charges...] [FACE POP!] JR: TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Wait, I think he's going for the Rollercoaster backbreake-... DD: IDIOT! Crowd: OH! JR: He completed it...but I think he got caught up in the moment and forgot about that knee! [With the crowd, Mashima and Lydia looking on, Robert Kellan drags himself over, hooking Dave Bryant's leg!] JR: HE'S GOT THE PIN! DD: Kickout! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! JR: Bryant got the shoulder up at the last second! DD: That's right! Ain't no way he's going to lose to this punk! [Kellan and Bryant get back to their feet, with Kellan still throwing stiff punches at Bryant.] *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* [Kellan backs up, patting his bicep and lumbers right at Dave Bryant, arm outstretched...] JR: LONESTAR LARIA-... DD: DUCK THAT SHIT!!! Crowd: OHHH!!! [Hotshot.] JR: Bryant counters!!! DD: Was there ever any doubt!? [And as Kellan staggers back...] ______THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ [HEEL POP!] JR: GERMAN SUPLEX!!! DD: With the bridge, you incompetent ass! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! [Face pop!] JR: Dave Bryant almost stole the match right there! DD: Freakin' eh...slow count! [The bridge collapses and both men roll back to their feet. Bryant charges with a clothesline of his own, but Kellan ducks. As Bryant bounces off the ropes, Kellan scoops him up for a sidewalk slam, but suddenly drops him, quickly holding his knee.] JR: Sidewalk sl-NO! I think Kellan's knee just gave out! DD: Bee-yoo-tee-ful! [Trying to fight the pain, Kellan gets back to his feet, but...] ______THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ [HEEL POP!] JR: LEAPING DDT BY DAVE BRYANT!!! DD: Booyah! JR: Bryant's still not going for the pin! He's dragging Kellan's body to the corner... [Bryant climbs up to the turnbuckle and turns to Elena and Shannon, giving his two valets a double thumbs up before turning back to Kellan. He takes a deep breath and leaps... ...rotating through the air with the greatest of ease... ...and finally...] ______THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ ["HOLY CRAP, THAT RULED!" POP!] JR: SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY DAVE BRYANT!!! DD: IT'S OVAH!!! ONE!!! Crowd: ONE!!! TWO!!! Crowd: TWO!!! DD: THREE!!! Crowd: THREE!!! [Three?] THRE-SHOULDER UP!!! JR: NO!!! Robert Kellan refuses to quit! DD: Damnit...no wonder the courts can't stop him! [With a look of disbelief on his face, Dave Bryant gets back to his feet. He lifts Robert Kellan up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry. However, Kellan struggles, finally landing behind him. He catches Bryant with an elbow to the back of the head and hooks him, lifting him high into the air and slams him back down with a back suplex! Face pop!] JR: Both men have brutalized each other tonight, but now they're both down! DD: God, it's times like these I'm glad I hate City Jack. JR: Huh!? DD: You heard me! [Both men get back to their feet, Bryant going back to the good 'ole kick to the knee. He stops Kellan momentarily and approaches him, only to receive a kick to the midsection himself! He keeps on, but receives a stiff right hand to the jaw! Another kick to the midsection doubles him over and Kellan sticks his head between his legs. He braces himself and lifts Bryant up for a powerbomb...] JR: He's going for a powerbomb....no! A slingshot powerbomb! DD: Come on, leg! Collapse on him! [Kellan slingshots Bryant off the ropes and spins back around to complete the powerbomb...] [HEEL POP!] JR: NO!!! BRYANT COUNTERS WITH THE HURRICARANA!!! DD: Alright! Come on, don't let me down! [Kellan gets back up almost immediately, now hobbling badly. Bryant sees his opening...] JR: CALL ME IN THE MORNING!!! [FACE POP!!!] DD: ACK!!! JR: NO!!! DUCKED!!! [...] ______THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ [HUGE FACE POP!] JR: SILVER STAR BOMB!!!!!! DD: SHIT!! ONE!!! Crowd: ONE!!! TWO!!! Crowd: TWO!!! THREE!!! Crowd: THREE!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] AH: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH... ROBERT KKKEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAANNNN!!! [Big pop for Kellan as his hand is raised into the air.] JR: My oh my, what a way to kick off the show!! DD: To you, maybe!! Dave Bryant had that won!! Is this what GIW is all about?!! Cheering a goddamn wifebeater?! JR: Oh Christ, Dirk, lay off the man! DD: He should lay off his wife with those polished right fists of his! JR: [sighs] What a great win for the big man from the Lone Star state.. and what a hard fought defeat for Dave Bryant.. who looked tremendous tonight, but coming up just short. DD: He was robbed, fool. JR: [sighs again] Next up, folks, boy do we got a treat for you.. two young studs collide in what is sure to be a hot contest as Shane Destiny is set to lock it up with Harisoto Mashima! Can the new team of Harisoto Mashim and Robert Kellan sweep in singles competition tonight, or will it be Shane Destiny finally picking up his first singles victory? DD: Hey, you make that sound bad. Call it how it is, Destiny still has yet to be pinned in a GIW ring, he's just been on the losing side of a tag match or two, and a goddamn draw at Brawlin'! JR: Very true, very true.. so, let's see exactly what's on the mind of Shane Destiny tonight.. [Fade in. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny stands before us, dressed in a plain black T-shirt and blue jeans. His nose is bandaged, and his eyes are slightly blackened. Roxie stands next to him, dressed in a black halter top and a red miniskirt. She speaks.] ROXIE: Poor Shane looks the worse for wear, doesn't he? That's because he has a broken nose. He's injured, he's worse for wear -- and he's still here. He'll still be here. He'll still come to Louisiana and make your lives worth something again, by giving you the pleasure of watching in the ring. [Destiny holds up two fingers, as Roxie silences.] 2SD: M'nose hurts. It's healin', but it still hurts. But y'know what? It doesn't matter. I'm not th'kind o'man to rest on his laurels and complain about an injury. I'll be at Grand Isle this weekend. I'll be there because I know y'all need me there. Y'all need Shane Destiny there, to raise the workrate. Without me, the whole damn place is nothin' but a bunch o'hicks and brawlers that don't know a boot t'the butt from a wristlock, and they probably can't even get that right. Y'guys think y'er strong? [Destiny spits on the floor.] 2SD: Pick that up! [With that, we fade.] JR: Um.. ok. DD: He's pissed Jake!! I'd not come out to the ring if I was that goofy David Carradine wanna-be! JR: Christ, are you gonna refer to Mash as Dav- DD: Damn straight! JR: Ugh. Well, let's take it over to An- [Suddenly.. 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 appear from behind the curtains. The crowd roars with boos as the Panama hat-wearing, Hawaiian shirt-clad, sandal uhhh..wearing, classiest bastard on the Grand Isle makes his way down to the ring. He steps up onto the ring apron, leading the crowd in a chorus of "Lowrider", pointing to various sections, yelling "Now the boys!"..."Just the girls!" every few seconds. Finally, getting tired of having beer bottles thrown at him, Kendrick steps through the ropes. And well, we get a pretty cool chant going as Kendrick...sticks his hand into his pants?] "YOU'RE A HO-MO!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* "YOU'RE A HO-MO!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* JR: The fans letting Kendrick Lane know what they think of this rude interruption. DD: Rude? He's too classy to be rude, fool! [And with that, Mr. Lane whips out...his microphone. Kendrick seems truely...touched at the display of affection shown to him.] KL: Please...please...quiet down. Your Class-ssiah needs to tell you something very important. [The crowd continues to make noise. Anything to shut up Kendrick. Meanwhile, ] KL: I know, I know...you're excited to see me. I know. I understand! I'm excited to see you too! But really...I got something important to say. Just...just... [Did Kendrick's left eye just twitch? Uh oh.] KL: SHUT THE HELL UP!!! SHUT YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTHS AND JUST GIVE ME FIVE...[He holds up his hand.] ..._FIVE_ GODDAMNED MINUTES!!! I HEAR A SINGLE PEEP OUTTA ANYONE AND I'M GOING TO TEAR THEIR GODDAMNED THROAT OUT!!! [That shut them up. Kendrick's teeth are clenched and a wild look appears on his face. He head darts back and forth, staring at the various fans in the crowd, searching for any opposition to his words. The fans, wary of his recent actions towards the audience, remain silent. Finally, he returns to that serene mask of calm and demented optimism.] KL: Thank you. [The fans just keep staring.] JR: The man's a goddamned lunatic. DD: Your obvious hatred for all things classy sickens me, Jacob. [Kendrick removes his hat and tosses it toward the corner before continuing on, eyeing the crowd carefully...looking for any signs of movement. He frowns.] KL: Why're you all so quiet? [He shrugs.] KL: But you know...I'm disappointed. No, not in GIW. Not in this fine organization that employs wifebeaters, child molesters, and morbidly obest men. Nonono...you *can't* blame the front office for that. [Kendrick shakes his head sadly.] KL: You *can't* fault Robert Kellan for hitting his poor wife everytime he can't get it up. You *can't* blame Reggie Calhoun for having "those" kind of feelings for little boys in tight shorts. Oh...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooo! Of course not! [He shakes his head furiously.] KL: After all, it's just the way these people are! They have a _RIGHT_ to be moral-less, degenerate, _CLASSLESS_ deviants hellbound on corrupting the youths of the Grand Isle! [...] KL: And that's when I realized that *I* was to blame for all of this. ["Huh?" goes the crowd.] KL: I realized I was going about this all wrong. I mean, beating a wifebeater? What the heck was I thinking??? I might as well kicked Lydia Kellan's face in that night, myself. Violence...*sigh* violence only leaves to more violence, my Lane-iacs. I tried to solve all the world's troubles and I was only adding to them. [He drops his head, almost shamefully.] KL: And that, people...just isn't classy. [Kendrick frowns.] DD: Say it isn't so, Kendrick! Say it isn't so! JR: Don't tell me you're buying a single damn word of this, Dirk. DD: I don't know what to believe in, anymore. [The crowd begins to murmur.] KL: Hey... [Kendrick looks up and turns to the crowd, his voice threatening with just the slightest hints of letting his self-control go...] KL: ...are you people talking? [And they shut up once again.] KL: But, I realized that if I'm going to make any impact on the GIW. If I'm going to do any good in the Grand Isle, I'm going to have to return to the basics, my Class-ciples... Wrestling! [He nods.] KL: Yeppers. Wrestling! Insteading of trying to force change...I'm going to make a difference! As a role model! An example through my actions rather than my words! An example that's... [Dramatic pause.] KL: ...CLASSY~! [Strangely enough, the crowd chanted along with that.] DD: CLASSY~! JR: Shut up! [Kendrick continues to smile, as the crowd relaxes a bit. After all, the man just said his catchphrase...that's the end of the promo, right?] KL: So, right now...I'm laying down a challenge. A challenge to everyone in the back. I'll fight... [Big grin.] KL: ANYONE. [Big groan. Oh man, that woke the crowd up. Screw fear of death. If that doesn't get you booing, nothing will. Meanwhile, Kendrick pauses, looking around like the cat that ate the canary.] KL: ANYWHERE. [And in that booing crowd, we hear a voice...loud and clear, just as Kendrick begins to complete his statement, shout, "Lane caravan!"] KL: ANYTI-...okay, _that's_ it... [With that, Kendrick drops the microphone and leaps out of the ring. As he climbs over the barrier, fans scatter as security quickly grabs Lane before he can do any harm. They pull him away, dragging and screaming as the crowd, a little bit braver, boos him soundly.] JR: Kendrick Lane just tried to attack the fans...again! DD: Those losers wouldn't know class if it bit them in ass. But did you hear? Class is alive and well in GIW, Jakey! JR: Dear lord...*sigh* Lane finally dragged through the entranceway curtains, that guy has absolutely lost it, he's insane. DD: He's classy! Damnit! CLASSY! JR: That's a matter of strict opinion I guess.. but forget that.. let's head over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions to our next big contest.. AH: Our next contest ees scheduled for one fall.. weeth a thirty meenute time leemit.. introducing first.. [The opening baseline of hed p.e.'s "Swan Dive" sweeps over the public announce as the house lights dim somewhat... ] ## I climb, hand over hand, closing my eyes... ## ## Too scared to look down. ## ## I climb, hand over hand, putting distance between I and the ground... ## [The guitars kick in... ] ## I get to the top... ## ## I stand on the edge... ## ## I look to the sky... ## ## And say all my prayers... ## [The curtain is thrown back, allowing the Mashima-san room to walk the aisle. ] AH: Hailing from Nippon, Japan... [The chorus washes over the arena as the Suicide Dragon approaches the ring, clad for battle in black cords, rolled to expose gray Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars, a canary yellow tee-shirt sporting an image of a Chinese dragon with a shotgun to its temple, and a blackened leather mask, open in the back, cut in precise rectangles to expose eyes and mouth. Blue eyes cut a sharp contrast the the darkened hide, tranquil, almost dazed, as they stare out over the throng. and by his side is his partner, Robert Kellan.] ## What could be better than a... ## ## Swan dive into the asphalt? ## ## I don't know, nothing could be better than a... ## ## Swan dive into the asphalt. ## [The lights blink red over the ring, once, as he mounts the steel steps, hands shoved into the pockets of black cords, rolled into cuffs...] AH: At a weight of two hundred and thirty pounds... ## You should ask somebody... ## ## 'Cause I've got nothing to lose tonight. ## ## I've misplaced my life tonight. ## ## Chased all my friends away tonight. ## [He passes between the ropes, slowly, entering the ring as the chorus hits again. Crossing the ring, his hands, sporting spindly fingers, snake to the mask's straps, adjusting and tightening to the point to nearly appear painful. ] AH: That Hardcore Mutha' Truckin' Purodore... [Mashima mounts the turnbuckles, the lights, suddenly, cutting out completely, save those over the ring, which again bathe the canvas in red. Blotches of dust and dirt over the hanging light's lens cast oblong and opaque shadows, cutting into the seemingly thick column of crimson. ] ## Tell me... ## AH: He is... ## Who can control the flood? ## ## No one! ## AH: HARISOTO MAAAASHIIIIIIIMAAAAA! ## Where are the angels? ## ## Nowhere. ## [Raising a fist, he holds his free hand over his throat, feigning a choke, saluting those attendance and those watching around the world. ] ## Where's the honesty? ## ## Nowhere. ## ## Where's the compassion? ## ## Nowhere. ## [The music fades, the lights come up.] AH: And his opponent.. ["Hello Pricks" by Sick of it All. Don't you feel like this sometimes?] # Don't be a prick in the roses # # No one's impressed with your lack of respect # # We're all black sheep and we know it! # # So don't fuck it up for the rest! # AH: Weighing in at 233 pounds, and hailing from Southern Pines, North Carolina, he is accompanied to the ring by Roxie -- "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.] |
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-------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Match!!!!!!!! Harisoto Mashima vs. Shane Destiny Written By: Mike Gilliland -------------------------------------------- [DING! DING! DING!] JR: And there's the bell of what, on paper, has the makings to be quite a showstealer tonight as Mashima and Destiny circle the ring.. DD: These two have quite similar styles, which tends to make for that sort of highlight match you speak of, both men relying on head droppage and pure wrestling to get the job done.. but Shane Destiny is the more experienced and nastier of the two. JR: Both men continue to circle as they eye each other down.. as they finally converge in a collar and elbow tie-up.. quickly up and under goes Destiny into a standing hammerlock.. Mashima looking for a way out here.. [As Mash quickly contorts and spins to the ground.. dropping Destiny facefirst with a drop toehold out of nowhere! Pop!] JR: Beautiful counter by Mash who quickly floats over and grounds Destiny with a front faceloc-, no! Destiny rolls inward and out of the facelock and it's now Mash on the mat facefir- DD: Fujiwara arm-! JR: No! Mashima with a quick forward roll to counter the fujiwara armbar and both men scurry to their feet! DD: Mashima charging.. Destiny sweeps out the legs of the foreigner with his arm! Quick elbowdr- JR: No! Nothing there! Both men up! And now it's Destiny tasting the mat with a sweep by Mashima! Quick elbowdr-, no! Destiny rolls out of the way this time! Both men up!! DD: Double dropkick!! [And with that, both men scurry to their feet.. and right into a staredown stand-off!] [Big Pop!!!] DD: These two just sharing an evil stared-, oh.. well, at least Destiny looks mad.. who knows what the goofy fooker in the mask is thinking, he's prolly thinkin' of sweet and sour pork or some sheeit. JR: You almost went a minute without trashing anyone, almost broke your previous record. DD: I'll save that for our next supercard, I only break records on the big nights. JR: Good call. [Meanwhile, both men continue to stand face to face, toe to toe.. that is, until Destiny rears back and blasts Mashima in the face with an elbow strike! Heel Pop!] JR: Big elbow to the temple of Mash! [Pop!] And right back at'm goes Harisoto! Another by Destiny! Another by Mash! Elbow after elbow these two go, absolutely brutal! DD: Stiff as hell! JR: Oh! But Shane staggers Mashima back a few feet with a lunging knee strike to the abdomen! Irish whip by Sweet Dreams and off the ropes comes the man from Nippon.. hiptoss by Des-, [POP!!] oh my! Mashima flipped right through the hiptoss and continues off the far ropes! Springboard.. [Mash springs off.. catching Destiny by the arm..] DD: What is this nonsense?! JR: Big springboard armdrag just threw Destiny damn near across and out of the ring! DD: He's just pissing the Carolina native off man! Look at shane, he's livid! JR: Or frustrated.. DD: Bah, whatever! JR: Destiny tearing across the ring right after Mash! Yakuza ki-, ducked by Harisoto! [Thud!] And a legsweep takes Destiny down to the mat! [And with that, Mash just leaps into the air..] JR: Standing moonsault! [Thud!] DD: Nobody home! Destiny rolled out of the way and to the floor! [Booo!] DD: Good, good move by the wily Shane Destiny, this foreigner has come in with a good gameplan, I'll give him that, but he's still got nothing on Shane! JR: Roxie quickly to his side as Destiny buries his head in her.. DD: Dirty pillows! [The crowd pops as Mashima stands on the farside.. seemingly aiming up Destiny on the floor..] JR: Here comes Mashima! [And just as Mashima reaches the ropes.. Roxie and Destiny break like mad.. but luckily for Mash, he knew it was coming.. as he feints the tope.. spinning around in between the top and middle rope which gets a big time pop! from the crowd!] DD: Oh, real cute.. real goddamn fancy, this guy's more flamin' than Michelle Bailey. [... you rule Justin!] JR: Destiny seemingly not too high on the feint by Harisoto neither as he just shakes his head in disgust.. as he now slides back into the ring.. Mashima letting him back to his feet, the consummate professional that he is.. DD: Professional? That's a rookie mistake! You never let the man have a free pass back into the ring! JR: Nevertheless, both men circling once again as Destiny seems a bit cautious now, scratch that as he converges with the lock-up, [Heel Pop!] and a quick eye poke into the eye holes of Mashima's mask staggers him back into the ropes.. DD: That's the way to turn the tide.. by any means necessary. JR: Destiny on the attack now as he starts to rain in with big rights to the face of Harisoto Mashima who is leaning back on the ropes.. another! And another! And another! DD: Destiny is opening up a can of whoop- JR: Don't say that crap. DD: What? [...] JR: Irish whip and barreling towards the ropes goes Mashima now.. as Destiny quickly gets back into the center of the ring.. Mashima on the return as Destiny catches him! Belly to bell-, [Pop!] no! Mashima holds on as they sorta spin around! Now Mashima with the positioning! Belly to be-, [Heel Pop!] no! Destiny with a knee to the gut! Front chancery and lift! [TTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!] DD: Awwwwww yeah! JR: Wicked brainbuster just planted Mashima right on top of his skull! DD: Compression of vertebrate at it's finest! JR: Destiny with a quick cover! First pinfall of the contest! One!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!! [Pop!] JR: Big kickout from the man from Japan.. a lot left in the tank, but you gotta believe that brainbuster took some of the strach out of him. DD: Damn straight, he got dropped right on his goddamn skull, I love it! [Destiny gets back to his feet,quickly lifting up Mashima as well.. firing him into the turnbuckle.] JR: Destiny over to the corner.. and back to the overhand rights he goes as he just pops Mashima's head back with each stinging right.. DD: He's got Mashima in trouble! JR: Destiny lifting Harisoto.. sitting him on the top turnbuckle.. he must be sensing blood as he seems ready to go truly high impact.. DD: Damn straight he does! JR: The Carolina native slowly climbing up onto that bottom turnbuckle.. now the second.. [Pop!] and now Mashima is fighting back! One! Two! Three big elbows to the top of Sweet Dreams' head and down to the mat goes Shane! He hops back to his feet.. and right into a front chancery by Mashima who is sitting atop the turnbuckle! DD: No, damnit, no!!!! JR: Harisoto springs off the turnbuckle!!! He swings!! TORNADO DD- [HEEL POP!!!!] DD: Destiny landed on his feet!!! Northern lights suplex cou- JR: Blocked by Mashima!!! Harisoto lifts!!! [And lifts pretty high in the air.. twisting.. then dropping Destiny down.. and down on a vicious head dropping angle!] [TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!] JR: _HUGE_ LIFTING, SPINNING DDT JUST PLANTED DESTINY RIGHT ON HIS SKULL!! What a counter out of a counter by Harisoto Mashima! He rolls over and hooks the leg!! One!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!! [Booooooo!!] JR: So close! DD: What?! As close as the brainbuster, if that! Call it like it is Jake, or don't call it at all. JR: ... DD: I'm right, deal. JR: Anyhow, Harisoto Mashima rolling back to his feet as Robert Kellan watches on from ringside.. taking up a position near his wife.. DD: I hope she's ok. JR: Goddamnit, he doesn't beat his wife. DD: Riiiiight.. neither did Ike. JR: [sighs] Mashima rolls Destiny on his stomach as the Carolinian tries to crawl towards the ropes.. DD: What is this crazy foreigner setting up for?! [And with that.. Mashima pulls up and in one of Destiny's legs.. and then falls over Destiny.. to a huge pop!!!] JR: Harisoto Mashima looking to lock on the STF!!! DD: But look at Destiny!! He's fighting the crossface!! He's crawling and fighting at the same time!! Willpower Shane, willpower!! JR: Mashima trying desperately to lock the upperbody up to complete the STF but Shane is having none of it! Look at him fight for the ropes! [And in a sigh from the crowd.. Destiny grasps out..] DD: Wooooooo!! Sweet Dreams got to the ropes!! JR: Yes he did! And Mashima quickly releases what could have been the end of the game in the STF.. and back to his feet quickly goes Harisoto.. as he delivers a boot, and another, and a third to the back of Destiny who tries to cover up to little avail by the ropes.. DD: Look at this cheater, kicking a man while he's down?! That's pussy-rific! JR: Dirk! DD: Shesh, it's not like anybody is watching. JR: Mashima now dragging the tapped body of Shane Destiny towards the center of the ring.. and back to his feet goes Shane Destiny.. Harisoto wrenching Destiny's arm back.. twisting him now.. it seems to me that he's positioning him for some sort of pumphandle maneuver here.. DD: Pumphandle sheeitstorm, perhaps. [Jake is right.. Mashima does have intentions of a pumphandle something or other, in the center of the ring..] JR: Pumphandle by Mashima!! Sl-, [Heel Pop!!] no! Destiny slipped out the back!! Shove to the back and Mashima is sent into the far ropes! DD: It's Shane time, hooo! JR: The masked man on the return as Destiny awaits! [And he catches Mashima coming in.. locking him in the center of the ring with.. with.. with..] DD: The abdominal stretch!!!!!!!! JR: Destiny going truly old school here with an abdominal stretch locked on tight in the center of the ri-, [Thud! Pop!] but Mashima powers out and dumps Destiny up and over onto the mat with a modified hiptoss! Shane right back up though, and right into a boot by Mashima!! DD: Damn this quick Asian! [Mash, much quicker and crisper this time, stretches Destiny's one arm back.. stepping over.. and lifting into the pumphandle!] [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG, BIG TIME POP!!!!] JR: PUMPHANDLE MICHINOKU DRIVER!! MASH JUST PLANTED DESTINY RIGHT ON HIS SKULL!!! MAHS REACHES OVER AND PULLS THE LEG BACK FOR THE SITTING PIN!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!!! [Disappointed Pop!!!] DD: YES!! JR: So close! DD: But no go baby! JR: Harisoto Mashima out of nowhere with that pumphandle Michinoku driver absolutely spiked Shane Destiny into the mat, but Destiny is showing that heart that has gotten him much praise here and in other parts of the country. DD: Yes indeed, Shane won a belt in some Michigan independent recently, which goes to show you the sorts of talents this man possesses. [Yes indeed he has, congrats you Siamese whore! Anyway, Mashima has gotten back to his feet.. seeming to look down at Destiny before walking over to the nearby turnbuckle which elicits a pop! from the crowd!] JR: Looks like Mashima smells blood as he's apparently gonna take it to the air high risk style! DD: He's an idiot, he got one impact maneuver off and he thinks Destiny is ready for the kill?! What an amateur! JR: Harisoto climbing the turnbuckle now as a distraught Roxie looks on at ringside, you gotta believe she wants to get involved, but she can't with that monster Robert Kellan watching on as well! DD: Yeah, he legit beats women! Don't go near him Roxie! JR: The native of Nippon, Japan perched up on the top rope now as Shane Destiny hasn't moved a muscle since being planting with that pumphandle Michi- DD: Christ! Em Dee Deuce, baby! I hate long winded names! JR: The crowd is on their feet as Mashima looks out to both sides.. he's pumping the crowd up, or maybe it is vice versa as he arches back! He leaps!! [Whipping himself forward as he leaps.. ..spinning.. ..spinning.. TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [HEEEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: HE MISSED!! HE MISSED!!! JR: MASHIMA WENT FOR THE 450 SPLASH BUT DESTINY WAS PLAYING PSSUM AND ROLLED RIGHT OUT OF THE WAY!! MASH BOUNCED BACK TO HIS FEET ON IMPACT!! [HEEL POP!!!] [Yep, he bounces right to his feet.. and then back right into the arms of Shane Destiny!!!!] DD: DESTINY HAS THAT FOREIGN PUNK IN A HALF NELSON!! [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!] JR: HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! HE SPIKED HIM, AND HE HELD THE BRIDGE!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE-SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!! [Sigh of relief pop!!] DD: Damnit!! That was three!! Damn this French sheeithead referee! JR: Mashima rolled through and got his should up at the last second!! Roxie thought it was over, even Robert Kellan looks shocked at the will of this youngster!! DD: Look at Shane.. he's beside himself! [Yep, that's right.. good ole Shane Destiny is sitting up.. holding up the ever so appropriate three fingers to Francois who shoots up two and then the shoulder.. which gets Destiny to slam hisa hand on the mat.] JR: It sure looks like even Sweet Dreams himself thought this match was over with that possum play into the half nelson suplex, a crafty move by the young Carolinian. DD: He _did_ win.. but hey, now Shane gets to really drive the nail home. JR: And that's he seems ready to do as Destiny has gotten back to his feet.. and now _he_ is going to the top rope? DD: Destiny may be a juniorweight in size, but he doesn't regularly go to that top rope.. so this is either him being taken off his gameplan.. or this is him digging deep into his bag of tricks, and I reckon it's the latter. JR: Very well put there Dirk. DD: That's what your mom says, but, of course, in a slightly different "circumstance". JR: Low. DD: Heh. JR: Destiny wasting no time as he scales the nearside turnbuckle.. he's perched and ready to fly as he eyes up Mash who is still seemingly out on the ground.. once clutching his head now just trying to recuperate.. DD: Blah, blah.. he's out! Period, end of story! [And amidst the arguing, Destiny leaps.. and kicks out his legs as a few flashbulbs go off.. ..down.. TTTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!] [Booooo!!!] DD: _HUGE_ GUILLOTINE LEGDROP ACROSS THE NECK OF MASHIMA!!! HE NAILED HIM FLUSH!!!!! JR: DESTINY WITH THE QUICK HOOK OF THE LEG!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-KICKOUT!!!!!!! [Another sigh of relief pop!!!!] JR: AND AGAIN MASH KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!! WHAT RESILIENCY BY THE YOUNG MAN FROM JAPAN!! [And the crowd thinks so as well, as they rise and applaud both the efforts of Destiny, and the stamina of one, Harisoto Mashima. Roxie is stomping mad on the outside though, yelling at Shane to.. pull the mask off?!] DD: Yes!! Listen to Roxie, Shane!! Take his manhood away!!! JR: Cut off his pe- DD: Jake! JR: Ohhhhhhhh, the mask! Gotcha! [Yes, the mask. Shane seems to hear Roxie who screams "Mask! Mask!" as the crowd starts to increasingly boo as she's giving away truly evil intent.] JR: You can't go for the mask! That's Mashima's life! His pride and joy! DD: This isn't goddamn Mexico. JR: Good point.. but regardless! DD: And there he goes!! [A heel pop! erupts as Destiny sits Mashima up and just starts to claw and tear away at the eye holes of Mashima's mask.. as he quickly gets resistance as Harisoto pulls his arms up and tries to impede Destiny's progress.] JR: Mash is fighting it with all he's got! DD: Keep tearin' Shane!! Rip that damn thing right off his skull!! JR: Destiny is like a man possessed!! But Harisoto is wiggling about.. he won't let Shane get s a good rip at the mask!! [And so Destiny stops.. stands up.. and takes aim towards the back of the head of the sitting Mashima!] [TTTTTHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!] [Boooooooo!!!] DD: What a dropkick right to the back of the foreigners skull!! Hell yes Shane!! You the man!! JR: Vicious, that dropkick had a helluva lot of aggression and seemingly quite a lot of follow through as he rattled Mash's brains right there! DD: And look at Shane, right back to his feet and a smile a mile wide! [The crowd boos as Roxie applauds her man, who stands in the ring.. seemingly thinking over his next course of action as Mashima rolls onto his stomach.. still clutching the back of his head/mask.] JR: The thought process is over as he grabs the masked man by.. that mask.. and lifts Mash back to his feet.. DD: Destiny now just peppering Harisoto with stinging lefts and rights.. and boy are they packing a punch 'cause each one is just rattling Mashima further and further across the ri- [Pop!!] JR: And all of a sudden now it's Mashima firing back with rights of his own!! Right! Left! Right! Left! Mashima with an explosion of rights and lefts as he's back Destiny into the center of the ri- [Heel Pop!] JR: But Destiny stops the spurt with a vicious knee to the stomach that doubles over the man from Japan.. quick Irish whip as Mashima hits the farside ropes.. Mash on the return.. and right into the arms of Destiny who lifts and throws!!! [He tosses Mash high into the air with an overhead belly to belly throw/suplex.. ..but Mashima over-rotates.. MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!] DD: HOLY CHRIST!! JR: Mashima landed on his feet?! I can't believe it!! Destiny has no idea as he's getting back to his feet!! He turns!! Mashima catches and locks him up!!!! He throws!!! [TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!] JR: T-BONE SUPLEX!!! AND BOTH MEN ARE RIGHT BACK TO THEIR FEET!! DESTINY IS DAZED AND HE'S WALKING RIGHT BACK INTO MASHIMA!! DD: Damnit!! JR: KICK TO THE STOMACH!! FRONT CHANCERY.. MASHIMA LIFTS DESTINY'S RIGHT LEG.. AND NOW LIFTS HIS BODY!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [ANOTHER HUGE POP!!!!!] DD: Christ!! JR: Mashima just _drilled_ Destiny into the canvas with a fisherman's buster!!!!! Mash right up and he sprints towards the ropes!! [Catching them.. ..and springboarding off them.. TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: ASAI MOONSAULT!!! THE ASAI MOONSAULT JUST CAUGHT SHANE DESTINY DEAD ON!!! MASHIMA WITH THE COVER!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Disappointed Pop!!!] DD: He's unstoppable!! JR: What heart being exhibited by Shane Destiny here!! The fans.. everybody thought it was over, but not with Shane! DD: He won't be denied damnit, he just cannot lose tonight! JR: Mashima sitting up now and, well, if we could see the look on his face, I'm sure it'd be one of utter frustration and disappointment! DD: Much like his prom night. JR: And Destiny has rolled onto his stomach and he's clawing towards the ropes.. as Mash gets back to his feet, resting against the ropes as he sucks up a much needed breather here, while he can. DD: He's winded because he's flabby and out of shape! JR: Riiiiiight. [Shane Destiny has crawled to the ropes.. basically pressing his face against the bottom rope.. hanging his arms over the ropes, Roxie coming to his aid.. urging her man to wake the fizzuck back up and stuff! But it's gonna be too late.. as Mashima sees the opening and sprints across the ring..] [TTTTHHHHHWWWWWAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!] [POP!!!!] JR: What a running low angle boot right to the skull of the Carolina native!! Sweet Dreams got his world rocked and he's right back to the mat! That's definitely gonna leave a mark! DD: Speaking of makrs, stop being one! JR: It's my job! DD: Oh.. yeah. JR: And here goes Mashima laying the boots.. one after another.. after another.. he's just ruthlessly kicking away at the back and neck of Destiny who's trying to cover up.. DD: This man is a lowdown cheat! JR: He's doing what it takes to soften Destiny up for his Final Angel Driver.. and the strategy seems to be working well to this point. DD: Not really.. he hasn't even had a close pinfall yet! JR: What?! DD: ... JR: Exactly. Mash now lifting Destiny to a vertical base.. Irish whi-, reversed by Destiny! Harisoto goes in hard backfirst into the turnbuckle.. and Shane's wasting no time.. he charges.. HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW!!! [BIG POP!!!] JR: NOBODY HOME!! Mashima jumped out of the way and now it's Destiny backed against the turnbuckle! [Pop!!] And what's this? Mashima is climbing that turnbuckle from the apron! [Yep, that's right, Mashima has quickly scaled that same turnbuckle.. standing high atop.. then sitting down on the top turnbuckle.. grabbing Destiny in a reverse facelock!] DD: Oh no!!! No! NOOOOO!!! JR: Mashima has his set-up for something nasty!! Something vile!! Something that may finally put Destiny out to rest! He jumps! [And flips over Destiny while holding on..] [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: DIAMOND DUST!!! DIAMOND DUST!!! MASHIMA HIT IT!! THE QUICK HOOK OF THE LEG!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FRUSTRATION POP!!] DD: Holy lord he kicked out!!! Yes, baby! Yes!! JR: What a show these two young warriors are putting on here!! The fans are going nuts!! DD: And Destiny won't die! JR: And once again Mashima is sitting up.. he's holding those three fingers at Eli but Francois is just showing two.. what a heartbreaker that has to be for the young man from Nippon, Japan. DD: It's demoralizing, absolutely, utterly demoralizing. JR: But the young man has to keep on chuggin'.. this testimony of wills can only last so long, everybody has a breaking point.. DD: It's finding Destiny's that's been such a sheeiter for Harisoto Mashima. JR: That it has been. [And it seems like Mashima has had enough, as he quickly lifts Destiny back to his feet.. pushing him down into a standing headscissors.. as the crowd pops!] JR: You think he's gonna go for it? Is he setting up for that vicious Final Angel Driver, his modified version of that crucifix powerbomb?! DD: He can try.. but Destiny will will himself out of the maneuver! I have faith! JR: And with that, Mash lifts.. and he's got Destiny up!! Mash has those arms out in the crucifix powerbomb position!! He's gonna spike Shane with the Final Angel Driver!! Finish him Mash, do it no- [Disappointed Pop!! rips out.] DD: Yes!! Destiny just wiggled and slipped out the back!! [HEEL POP!!] JR: Oh my!! Destiny just reached back and kicked Mashima right in the nuggets!! Sweet Dreams with the ultimate equalizer and he's got the Nippon, Japan native bent over and in trouble! DD: Shane is great!! He never says die!! JR: Destiny ducking his head under Mash's armpit! Belly to back su-, no! [Pop!] Harisoto Mashima flips out the back!! Off the ropes goes Mash as Destiny turns around to meet!! YAKUZA KI-, ducked by Destiny! Both men turn to meet! [THUD!!] DD: And what a head jarring lariat by Shane Destiny!! He absolutely turned Harisoto Mashima inside out! JR: And he's wasting no time here as he's lifting Mash back to his feet! Kick to the stomach!! And now a standing headscissors applied by Destiny!! He lifts!! [And, with Mash on his shoulders..Shane Destiny decides to run across the ring.. then jumping.. TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: HE PLANTED MASH!!! DESTINY WASTED HIM WITH A RUNNING LYGER BOMB!!! JR: What a move!! What impact!! And the auto cover!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE-SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!! [Exasperation Pop!] DD: Damnit!! JR: So close!! And now it's Shane Destiny that looks frustrated, he's beside himself! He's up and.. c'mon!! He's in Eli's face! DD: Teach him how to count!! He'll either learn, or you punch his teeth out of his fricken mouth! JR: Oh, real nice, Dirk. [The crowd continues to boo as Destiny grabs Francois by the collar.. yelling at him to learn how to count, Roxie on the floor shouting the same as Kellan pounds on the mat trying to revive his newfound buddy in Harisoto Mashima.] DD: Look at Ralph Macchio trying to revive his sensei! JR: Dirk! DD: Well, you saw their promo, it was like something out of Kung Fu: The Legend. JR: Destiny continuing to give Francois an earful as Harisoto Mashima is back to his hands and knees, and Destiny doesn't have a clue!! [And with that, Francois has enough.. shoving Shane Destiny..] JR: DESTINY SHOVED RIGHT INTO A ROLL-UP BY HARISOTO MASHIMA!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Ohhhh Pop!!] JR: Both men scrambling to their feet!! Destiny up first.. and he dives! Diving clothesline ducked by Mashima!! Destiny staggering into the corner now as Mash gets his bearings under him.. he charges! [But as he charges.. Destiny pounces out from the turnbuckle.. catching Mash and lifting him.. falling backwards.. ..ultimately depositing him headfirst into the top turnbuckle!] [Heel Pop!!!] DD: What a counter by Destiny!! What a great maneuver!! Mashima has been hung out to dry in the corner courtesy of Shane Destiny!! JR: Great heads up wrestling by the North Carolina native! And there he goes.. he spins Mashima around and starts to sting Mash with big overhand rights and lefts!! [And as he does so.. Mash sinks lower and lower in the corner.. that is, until Destiny stops wailing and lifts Mash onto the top turnbuckle.] DD: Go for broke Shane!! JR: Destiny has Mashima set-up atop the turnbuckle and now it's Destiny climbing up as well!! [POP!!] But now Mash is fighting back with rights barreling straight down on top of Destiny's skull!! Shane can't climb up there because h-, oh! [Heel Pop!] Big thumb to the eye stops the assault from Mashima! DD: He's gonna get him here, Jake!! I can feel it! [Destiny climbs up and now they both rise onto the top turnbuckle.. they hold each other for balance.. but it's Destiny who gains control as he uses his free right hand to thumb the eye yet again!] JR: Both men are teetering on the top rope!! This could be disastrous for both men!! They could fall to their doom, they don't have any balance up there as Destiny grabs Mashima's right leg?! What the hell is he thin- [And before Jake can finish that sentence.. Destiny lifts and leaps back.. ..as both men fall.. ..and fall.. ..and fall..] [TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG, BIG, _BIG_ TIME HEEL POP!!!] DD: YES! YES! YES!! JR: OH MY!! SHANE DESTINY JUST WASTED HARISOTO MASHIMA WITH AN ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS SUPER FISHERMAN'S BUSTER!!!!! BOTH MEN BOUNCED OFF THE MAT!!! WHAT AN IMPACT!! DD: Cover him Shane!! COVER HIM NOW!!! [And as if Shane heard the pleas of one Dirk Davidson, the man from North Carolina limply tosses a tired arm over the body of Harisoto Mashima.] JR: THE COVER!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! [HEEL POP!!!] [DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!] DD: HE DID IT!! SHANE DESTINY HAS WON!! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY!!! JR: What a _huge_ win for Shane Destiny, and what a great showing by Harisoto Mashima!! Back and forth they went, and it took a _huge_ super fisherman's buster to finally put him away! DD: I'll give him credit.. Mash showed a lot of heart and a lot of skill tonight.. [Destiny rolls to the floor.. Roxie quickly lifting him to his feet, Destiny holding that broken nose.. while Kellan just looks on from ringside.] DD: Time for Roxie to give Destiny some of that home sugar! JR: Home sugar? DD: Beats me.. sounded fine in my head. [The crowd rips into a round of boos as a man hops the guardrail on the opposite side of ringside than Robert Kellan.. the man wields a crowbar as he slides into the ring.. right in time as Mashima gets to his feet.. and turns.. CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME HEEL POP!!!] DD: CUTLER!! CUTLER!! JR: Jesus Christ!! Jake Cutler just blasted Mashima right over the forehead with that crowbar!! And he's not done!! He's lifting that crowbar high into the air again!! He's going for the goddamn kill, this is disgusting! [Cutler holds the crowbar over his head.. ready to strike..] DD: KILL HIM!! JR: Cutler sw- [MONSTER POP!!!!] KELLAN!!! [That's right. Robert Kellan has slid into the ring behind Cutler and grabbed that crowbar before Cutler could strike!] JR: Robert Kellan has that crowbar in his hand!! Robert Kellan is gonna waste Jake Cutler, he's gonna take the maniacal bastard out!! DD: Here comes Shane Destiny!! [The crowd again rips into a heel pop!! as Shane Destiny slides into the ring, rather unnoticed by the crowd and definitely by Robert Kellan, but Shane is prepared to make some noise as he drags a chair in with him!] JR: Destiny in the ring!! He's got a chair!! Damn Robert, turn around!! Turn around! [He does.] [CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!] DD: TEE TIME!! What a ruthless chairshot to the skull of Robert Kellan!! JR: He just dented that steel over Kellan's head and that crowbar damn near hit us at ringside!! DD: And look at Cutler!! He's got a sadistic grin on his face!! He's got these two men at his mercy!! JR: This is horrible, absolutely sick! What the hell does Shane Destiny have on his mind? Why does he even concern himself with what Robert Kellan was do- [And as Destiny and Cutler lift Mashima to his feet.. the crowd pops mad!!!] JR: OH MY!!! HERE COMES JAIME ROTH SPRINTING DOWN THE ENTRANCEWAY!!! HE LEAPS UP ONTO THE APRON!!! DESTINY AND CUTLER DON'T SEE HIM ACROSS THE RING!! DD: DAMNIT!! I HATE THIS BASTARD!! [Roth springboards up and off the ropes.. TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] [HUGE, HUGE, HUGE FACE POP!!!] JR: YES! YES! JAIME ROTH JUST SENT CUTLER AND DESTINY THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR WITH A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!! ONE BOOT FOR EACH MAN!!! DD: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I HATE THIS BASTARD!! JR: Destiny is beside himself!! He's pointing and yelling at Jaime Roth from the floor, he's clutching that nose.. and Cutler is just glaring into the ring!! These two won't attack a man from the front, these cowards are backing down! DD: The war is far from over. [Roth checks on Kellan and Mashima who both rise to their feet to a big pop.. as the three men look out of the ring and towards Destiny who is backing up the aisleway.. pointing and yelling.. Cutler has long left the area.. prolly around backstage somewhere.] JR: What a show of comradery by these three men!! What a beautiful sight to behold! DD: Sickening, I think I'm gonna toss some cookies. JR: But the show must go on.. up next we've got ourselves a first round match in the Television title tournament.. [...] DD: Uh? JR: I'm getting word we've got to go to the back, the cameras have caught up with Jake Cutler.. this madman should explain his damn actions from a few moments ago! [Cut to Jake Cutler seated in the same dressing room where he was supposed to have confound himself too this week. Muted daylight streams through the windows. There's still a myriad of posters and photos on one side of the wall. He stands up, full of false composure. It's black denims and a white tee for him tonight; he's got a little dark fuzz on his chin from going without shaving. The whole picture is one of somebody receiving an "unexpected" visitor.] "Precisely what in gawd's name were you doing?!" [Chimera Belle, Jake's would-be psychiatrist, is thunderstruck. She throws her arms up in the air to emphasize the point -- when a medical therapist casts aside her clinical demeanor like this, you know her subject is a real psychopath. Cutler favors the woman with a maddeningly beatific smile.] JC: I fail to see a problem here. CB: [sputtering] You beat a man with a crowbar until he shat blood out of his ass, several minutes after claiming you weren't going to leave this room until your match. Don't you think there might have been another way? JC: Not particularly. [Cutler and Chimera have a staredown in cold silence. Jake's expression is inscrutable.] CB: I've noticed that when you contradict yourself like this, the initial statement is always made in a state of dispassionate serenity... or ignorance, I can't tell which...and the contradiction always occurs in moments of wrathful indignation. JC: [softly] Maybe you'd like to tell me how I'm being contradictory, Miss Belle. CB: Recall earlier when you lambasted Leveticus Nelson for threatening to cripple people in order to prove a point to the entire roster, and here we have you incapacitating another wrestler with a- JC: -I get the damned point. And you'll notice that I was not filled with incoherent rage. I had full control of my mental faculties when I attacked Mr. Mashima. CB: No. You've just gotten better at hiding it, Jake. JC: I prefer to think of it as channeling stress more productively. [Now it's Chimera's turn to dam a flooding Nile of frustration. She sighs, and glances at a clock on the wall.] CB: It's getting close to your match. We'll chat later, okay? [Cutler turns away from Miss Belle and steps out of the room, shutting the door behind him.] [Ringside.] DD: You satisfied, he's channeling stress! This sheeithole is stressful on a wrestler! JR: Oh, can the crap! This man needs help, he's sick and disturbed and highly fragile. DD: Fragile? JR: Yes! Fragile! And I'm tired of speaking of him.. so let's segue over to our big first round tag title match.. DD: Time for the mystery opponent! JR: That it is.. but first, I hear we've got footage of Russ Brady and Leviticus Nelson face to face.. man to man.. you gotta believe the tension is high. DD: Oh good, when you said man to man, I thought something far worse. [We fade to the locker room of Russ Brady, where the big Oklahoman sits quietly...clinching his fists. As he begins to stand up, the door swings open slowly, as the light that once cast into the room, is now merely darkness, as the giant himself, crosses the door path. Leviticus Nelson walks into the room, as Brady gets up, and quickly slides foward, like two giants dogs, marking territory before the fight begins. Nelson stands, motionless, his arms crossed, as he looks slightly down at Brady, who maybe for the first time in his life, looks up at another man.] Nelson: Are you angry at him? Do you feel that bottomless pit of hate inside of you...all that hate, all in _one_ direction? [Brady stares at Nelson, akwardly.] Nelson: I've felt it...and I still do...but if you allow it to overrun you...you'll get crushed, and buried under his childish mind games. Brady, what you want to do...I've _done_. What you want to accomplish...the pain you want him to feel? I've _made_ him feel. So heed my advice...that anger inside of you...release it...release it before it swells inside of you...release if before it becomes you. RB: Kinda nosey, ain'tcha? Bargin' in here, tellin' me whut ta think an' what not to. 'sides...who the hell're you ta tell me not ta let 'im get ta me? It's a cryin' shame 'at he injured yer little buddy...but Ah'll take care o' mahself when it comes to McBaine...you jes' worry about yerself...an' the world'll be a better place fer ever'one. [Brady offers a scornful half grin to the giant Nelson. Nelson: You want to question me? You dare question me, you little piss ant? [Nelson takes one giant stride foward, as his chin begins to shake with anger.] Nelson: Allow me to take you into _my_ world. I was sent to the depths of hell after what happened with McBaine. The world casted me off, without even a word from _me_..._by_ me. They considered me a one time phenomenon...a giant that walked through the masses...but was finally slayed by the reaper of lost souls. Do you think that too? Do you consider me a mere image of what I "could" have been? Because if so...I ask you this... Would a man lost no longer care about his own well being, much less that of any other? Would a man lost chokeslam another through a table, a bar, a car..._concrete_...? And would a lost man have the balls to enter _this_ room, and look down upon you, and question _your_ direction? [Nelson slowly shakes his head.] Nelson: Do not attempt to use your petty lil' "I'm a bad ass" games on me, because before the Lord himself...I will f[BLEEP!]in' break you...is that clear? [Brady slides foward, his head motionless.] RB: Swearin' to a fake God ain't gonna getcha nowhere in life...Ah figger'd ya might o' caught on bah now. An kickin' me down ain't gonna 'mpress no one neither...cause there's been many a man who put me down. Problem is, there ain't a man walkin' this Earth who's figgered out how ta _keep_ me down...an' b'lieve me big fella...you ain't the one who's gonna crack th' code. But if ya feel froggy, go ahead'n jump. Ah ain't got no pride ta speak of - Ah los' ta the fat man last week, 'member - so it ain't like Ah got a whole lot ta lose...and it ain't like there's somethin' Ah won't do to seperate yer head from yer shoulders. [...] RB: But if it's McBaine 'ats on yer mind...then yeah, Ah hate 'em fer bein' the evil bastard that he is. Don't like 'em cause he's a yellow, scared, opportunist sonofabitch ain't got the minerals ta fight ya one on one. But where you failed, Ah'll succeed. Ah ain't got a second, no one ta look out fer me. No one ta pull me back if Ah should ever feel the need fer blood...which means that McBaine has me and only me...an' all the hell Ah have ta give. [Nelson nods his head, as he stares foward.] Nelson: We share the same bond...we hate...we hate all that he's done, and we vow to avenge it. But you...you get that chance...you'll have that last opportunity. All I have to show is the trail of bodies and broken dreams that I promise to leave. All I have to show for his actions, are the crushed dreams of one man...and the blackened soul I now possess. It's time to add more bodies on the trail...it's time to punish anything that crosses my path... [With that, Nelson attempts to leave, but is spun around by Brady.] RB: Then stop talkin' about it. Fer chrissake...if ya ever bomb out o' the wrasslin' bidness ya'd make a fine poet. If blood an' guts are yer game, then ya found the right partner...an' right now Ah'm tired o' hearin' about yer black soul. Ah wanna see it in action. [Brady steps in front of the giant and opens the door, walking out a step and turning back.] RB: Let's go ta work. [Fade.] DD: No way. There is _no way_ these two will be able to compete together tonight, they are gonna explode! Cutler and his partner got this one like money in the bank! JR: But if they can play together, what a monster of a team to stop, Dirk. DD: Granted. JR: Well, let's head over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. [Cut to Hervez in the ring.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees a first round match een our GIW Tag Titles Tournament [POP!].. and eet ees scheduled for one fall.. 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.] # 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 # AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 256 pounds.. and he hails from Rio de Janeiro.. here is.. "RAZORBLADE" JAKE CUTLER!!!!!!!! [Finally Cutler tilts his head up, his black eyes now dead set on the ring ahead of him. The Assassin lurks down the long GIW aisle, effortlessly dragging his feet along the at times blood stained walk way.] # I am the ripper man # # a locomotion mind # # love American style # # yeah I am the nexus one # # I want more life # # fucker I ain't done - yeah # # more human than human # [Finally the Brazilian native ascends the ring steps, raising one clenched fist into the air before stepping over the middle rope. The fans, 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: The man who just recently attacked Harisoto Mashima with that crowbar certainly looks ready for war, and now it's time to see who his partner is going to be. DD: Wooooooooo!! AH: And his partner.. [The opening notes of P.O.D.'s "Boom" begin to play over the PA system and out from behind the curtains steps "Dynasty" Dane Levine. And on his arm is Cassandra Davis, who is always all smiles as she looks out at the crowd and back to Levine.] DD: Who is this guy?! JR: I.. have no idea. [Levine is of fairly average height for someone in his profession, but has a very well-chiseled build that's just about as perfect as anyone could ever want without being grotesque. He has short black hair that's spiked up just slightly, though not so much as to be considered a crew cut. He wears a pair of small rectangular sunglasses that rest on the bridge of his nose, but he makes certain everyone can still see the pair of bright green eyes that lie behind the sunglasses. He wears a pair of red tights with the word "Dynasty" written on his ass in black and a pair of black boots with red shin guards and knee pads. Cassandra wears a black leather strapless top that covers from underneath her arms down to her ribs, leaving her midriff bare and a pair of black leather pants that hug tightly to her hips, but curve down in the front and back to be a bit more revealing without showing too much of either side. She wears a pair of black platform style shoes on her feet that give her a couple more inches to her height.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he is accompanied by Cassandra [Pop!!].. he weighs in tonight at 247 pounds.. and he hails from Saint Louis, Missouri.. here is.. "DYNASTY" DANE LEVINE!!!!!!! [As they reach the ring, Levine stops in front of a young boy in the front row. With a smirk on his face, he removes his sunglasses and then carefully places them on the boy's face. Backing up a bit, he takes a good look at the kid and then abruptly snatches the sunglasses off of his face, shaking his head. Looking into the camera with an arrogant grin, he mouthes the words 'If ya can't make it look good, then ya shouldn't be wearin' it.' Levine then leads Davis up the steps and sits on the middle rope, allowing her to enter the ring. Dane then hops up to the second rope and outstretches his arms to his sides with that cocky smirk on his face as the whole crowd boos in unison. He just gives off an arrogant chuckle and then he hops back down to look at Davis as he says, 'They're so jealous.' to her and she smiles and nods in agreement. Levine then removes his sunglasses again and places them on Cassie's face. She smiles brightly and then exits the ring.] [Levine asks for a mic, which Hervez tosses to him as he exits. He takes a moment to look around at the crowd, a look of disgust on his face as he shakes his head slowly.] DDL: "GOOD LORD! I can't believe I'm going to be wrestling here. Mustier 'an all hell up in this bitch! I ain't even done anything and I'm sweating worse than I ever have in my life. And for what? To entertain a crowd full of inbreeding rednecks and foulmouthed whores!" [The crowd boos in disapproval of what they've just heard. Dane points to a guy in the front row.] DDL: "I mean, just look at you, for example. I bet you smell just like ass, don't you?" [The man gets up out of his chair like he's going to climb over the railing and attack Levine, but his own friends at ringside prevent him from doing so. Dane laughs as that characteristic smirk of his forms on his face.] DDL: "Oh, man ... and check this woman out. Can we get the camera on this specimen?" [Levine points to a woman that must weigh at least 300 pounds and looks like she's 30, but is probably more like 20. The camera rests on her for a second and then comes back to Dane.] DDL: "You've never even heard of the word 'diet', have you? And what's that grotesque thing growing on your shoulder, anyway? Wait ... oh my god! It's your _head!_ That's the grossest thing I've ever seen in my life! I've seen acne that was more appealing than you, lady! And I'm talking after it's been popped!" [The crowd is constantly booing at this point, some even throwing things at this newcomer. Levine sidesteps most of it and then waits for the crowd to calm down a little bit before continuing.] JR: You've got to be kidding me. DD: This guy rules! I hope he busts out some piss and fart jokes! DDL: "You people are probably so overwhelmed by having someone as good looking as myself in front of your presence, aren't you? Must be like having a movie star visit your city. But no ... the closest you all would ever get to that would be to go to your local video store." [More boos. Levine chuckles.] DDL: "So, I suppose you all are wondering just who I am and why you should care, right?" [A small "We Don't Care!" chant starts up and gradually it gets louder and louder.] DDL: "Oh, you'll care. You'll care once I've got gold around my waist!" [More boos from the crowd, while the chant dies down a bit.] DDL: "Aw, what's the matter? Don't want that to happen? Well, that's just too damn bad. 'Cause whether it's tag team gold with Jake Cutler or singles gold somewhere down the line ... I promise you, I'll have it soon enough. And unlike some people who end up with the gold around their waist ... I'll not only prove myself to be the best, but I'll actually _look_ ... like a champion." [Yet again, more boos from the crowd and Levine simply smiles.] DDL: "Don't worry ... you'll all grow to love me in time. And that name that's gonna be rolling off of everyone's tongues will be "Dynasty" ... Dane ... Levine." [Levine goes to hand the microphone back to the ringside attendant, but at the last second, pulls it back and holds his index finger up at him as if to say 'one second'. Dane pulls the mic back up to his face as he looks out at the crowd.] DDL: "Oh yeah, just one more thing. While I'm in town, you're all going to have to keep your women on leashes when they're within fifty feet of me. I don't want those nasty, drooling, slobbering, stinking, sweating, hairy, yellow-toothed fatties anywhere near me. And you security guards up front are responsible for keeping all these toothless, retarded beasts from getting their hands on Cassie there." [Levine points to his valet and a couple of the security guards nod their heads while they roll their eyes as though they aren't exactly eager to help him in any way. He then hands the microphone back to the man at ringside, while he pr |
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----------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: First Round Tag Titles Tournament!!! Leviticus Nelson/Russ Brady vs. Dane Levine/Jake Cutler Written By: Jimmy T ----------------------------------------------------------- [DING! DING! DING!] JR: What a match this is gonna be, folks. You've got a volatile Leviticus Nelson and an equally intense Russ Brady against Jake Cutler and his mystery partner, Dane Levine... DD: I dunno, Rodgers. As much as I hate the guts outta Nelson and Brady, I've gotta say this match is on their side. I mean, hell, do you seriously think the odds are good for Cutler and Dane when they're going up against two pissed... horned...devil cow-like thingies? JR: You mean bulls? DD: Erm, yeah. JR: At any rate, this should be an interesting mesh of styles here, as Cutler gets into the ring first against the big man, Russ Brady. DD: Pshaw. Nelson's the "big man" here. [Cutler begins circling around Brady, attempting to hook the big man's leg...but Brady quickly counters with a vengeance, using a vicious lariat! Huge pop!] JR: GOOD GOD! Brady just steamrolled over Cutler! DD: And it's pretty damn early! JR: Brady brings the former shootfighter back up to his feet now and corners him against the turnbuckles... [Russ pauses for a minute, only to suddenly smash his elbow right into the side of the "Razorblade's" jaw...again and again.] JR: A set of rather painful-looking elbows by Brady there, who now Irish whips Cutler to the other side...but Cutler bounces off the turnbuckles and takes down Brady with a spear! [Shocked pop!] DD: Wha- has anyone _ever_ done that to Russ Brady? Hey, where's my phone? JR: [sigh] Oh, jeez. At any rate, Cutler has just taken down Brady -- a bigger man than he is -- and he's wailing the hell away at the Tulsa, Oklahoma native! [After a good set of punches that have stunned Brady for a moment or two, Cutler makes haste back to his feet and tags in a now-anxious Dane Levine. Heel pop!] DD: Awww, yeah! The Danester's gonna kick some ass! JR: Oh, please. What a leech he is...look at Levine, just kicking and stomping away at Brady while he's down! And why the hell would you call him "The Danester," for crying out loud? DD: Uhh...shut up! JR: And now, Levine brings Brady back to his feet...whip to the ropes- no! Brady reverses it! [Levine comes off the ropes and ducks underneath a Brady clothesline...Levine comes off the other side again and he's able to hook Brady with his leaping tornado DDT! Huge heel pop!] JR: LEAPING TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE! DD: Go Dane! JR: Levine with the cover now! ONE! TWO! [HUGE POP!] JR: NO! Brady kicks out right after "two"! DD: You're joking. After a kickass move like that?! JR: Well, you're dealing with _Russ Brady_ here; that's one of the toughest sons of bitches in GIW, in my opinion. DD: Make that stupid; he's the one messing with Bad Eye McBaine. [Levine begins disputing the count with referee Eli Francois. Levine, although still not convinced, backs off and begins taunting the crowd. However, he's unaware of the fact that Brady has recovered...] DD: Uh-oh...Levine had better turn around! JR: Damn right he better. Levine, hotdogging the crowd right now...he turns around and- "CRRRRRRRUNNNNNNNNNCCCHHHHH!" [HUGE POP!] JR: -gets absolutely _demolished_ by a spinebuster, courtesy of Russ Brady! Brady peels Levine off the mat... "THUDDDD!" JR: Head and arm suplex! DD: Oh, no...don't tell me... [Huge pop as Brady has gotten trusty chain!] JR: My God...Levine doesn't even know what he's in for! DD: DQ him, Francois! DQ him! [Dane slowly gets himself back up to his feet, oblivious to the fate that awaits him, courtesy of one chain-armed Russ Brady.] DD: Watch out! "CLLLLLLLIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKK!" [HARDCORE POP!] JR: WELCOME TO GIW, DANE LEVINE! HOLY CRAP! DD: Oh, no! I think he's _bleeding_! JR: Well, boo-hoo! DD: "Boo-hoo"? JR: At any rate, Brady discards the chain and takes the opportunity to cover Levine! Francois in position... ONE! TWO! THR- [HEEL POP!] JR: And Levine kicks out! Unbelievable! DD: It's not "unbelievable," Rodgers -- it's CLASSY~! JR: Um, Kendrick Lane's not in this match, Dirk. DD: Yeah, I know. I just felt like saying that, okay? Get off my nuts, man. [Brady, a bit irked by the fact he didn't get a three-count, picks a bloodied Dane Levine up by the hair and drags him to his corner. Brady then tags in the monster himself: Leviticus Nelson. Big pop!] DD: Oh, God. I can tell you right now, Jacob, that Nelson- JR: Will beat the living hell out of Levine something fierce? DD: -has absolutely no freakin' chance against Dane Levine. JR: ... [Nelson immediately begins pounding away at "Dynasty," knocking the smaller man down with savage right hands. Levine, dazed, gets back to his feet, though...only to get knocked down again.] JR: Levine really needs to make the tag now; he's been bloodied...and obviously, the big man Nelson smells blood. DD: Oh, Jesus, stop being so cliche, will you? Anyway, Nelson's going to make a mistake; I feel it! JR: Levine now backing up into the corner, which is a huge mistake...Nelson charges right in...but Levine sidesteps it and Nelson goes chest-first into the turnbuckles! DD: Toldja! [The crowd pops heel as Levine is just inches away from making the tag to Jake Cutler...however, the miss didn't phase Leviticus too much, as he stalks down the "Dynasty."] DD: Holy crap...start running, Dane! JR: That'd be kind of difficult if you had blood in your eyes, Dirk; Levine is busted open and bad. [Levine is brought to his feet by Nelson and whipped to the ropes...Nelson attempts a running lariat, but Levine ducks under it! As he comes off the othe side, Cutler makes the blind tag!] JR: Blind tag by Jake Cutler...but despite that, Levine still ends up in Nelson's grasp! "THHHHHHHUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!" [Pop!] JR: OOOH! Sidewalk slam! "SMMMMMAAAAACKKKKKKKK!" ["Oooh!"] DD: Haha! Jake just nailed Nelson right in the face! JR: I don't know how Cutler's supposed to do battle against Leviticus, Dirk; I mean, that's a _huge_ man right there. DD: I'm sure Cutler can do it somehow... JR: As a matter of fact, Cutler comes off the ropes... "SMMMMMMMAAAAAACKKKKKKKK!" JR: And hits Nelson with a high-impact clothesline! He's trying to cut the big man down to size! [Cutler, frustrated, shakes his head and comes off the ropes again. Instead of hitting another clothesline, though (which Nelson might have expected), Cutler clips Nelson's right knee!] DD: Timmmmber! JR: Nelson's down to one knee! And now, Jake Cutler...striking Leviticus Nelson in the face with those nasty strikes! Looks like his old days of shootfighting are coming in handy... DD: Cutler's trying to lock a chickenwing on Nelson! JR: Nelson is larger-than-life...the man is _huge_...I don't know if this can be accomplished! [Cutler attempts to lock the hold on Nelson...but Nelson manages to shake him off! Cutler, a bit dazed after being elbowed, turns towards Nelson...only to get caught in the throat by his palm! Pop!] DD: NO, AARRGH! JR: Nelson has Cutler by the throat- "THWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!" [HUGE POP!] JR: WHAT A DASTARDLY CHOKESLAM BY NELSON! DD: "Dastardly"?! JR: Here comes Dane Levine! But Levine gets greeted by a Nelson shoulderblock! DD: Goddammit! Nelson should be banned from Grand Isle Wrestling! JR: I, uh, don't think that's going to be happening, Dirk, so relax. In any event, Nelson tags Russ Brady back in...Brady picks up Cutler onto his shoulder; we might be seeing the Oklahoma Stampede here, folks... [Nope. Instead, Brady dashes towards the ropes a bit...and chucks "Razorblade" right over the top rope and onto the floor! Huge pop!] DD: ... JR: GOOD LORD! BRADY JUST CHUCKED JAKE CUTLER OVER THE TOP ROPE LIKE A RAG DOLL! DD: Um...over the top rope! DQ! JR: Jesus, get with the times, will ya? [Brady instinctively goes outside the ring for his victim...and begins clobbering the living shit out of him with nothing but fists and...well, fists.] JR: My God...Russ Brady is doing a number on Jake Cutler on the outside! DD: That's nothing -- Cutler got swallowed by a shark once and beat his way out of the shark. JR: Um, the shark would've had to use its teeth, Dirk. DD: Actually, it was a sperm whale. JR: ...right. [Brady attempts to whip Cutler into the steel guardrail...but Cutler manages to reverse it, sending Russ back-first into the allegedly protective barrier instead!] JR: Unbelievable...Cutler just turned the tide in that battle with Russ Brady! DD: See, he's a survivor. JR: Like Destiny's Child? DD: Eat my ass. JR: No, thanks. [A bit dazed, Cutler tosses the bigger Brady back inside the ring. Cutler goes back in as well and begins working over the big man's back...starting with a rather painful-looking back-mounted crossed-arms chinlock.] JR: Gokuraku-gatame! Cutler's got it locked on Brady! DD: Goku-what? This is no time to be talking about Japanese animation, Rodgers! JR: That's the name of the hold, doofus! DD: Oh, right. I knew that. JR: At any rate, Cutler's got this hold cinched tightly...and I don't think I've seen Brady in this position before. DD: Why? Getting turned on? JR: Shove it, Dirk. [Brady attempts to get out of the hold, though, as he manages to get up off his belly and on his knees...obviously, this makes it look like Cutler's riding a donkey or something.] JR: Brady starting to shake his way out of that hold...and- and Brady is back up on one knee! Cutler's still got the cross-arms hold locked on him, though! DD: Wha- what? Knock 'im down again, Jake! JR: Brady...! "THUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!" JR: Oh, my! He just flipped Cutler over and the shooter just landed right on his ass! DD: Dammit! [Cutler quickly gets back up to his feet...but not quick enough. Upon standing up, he gets mauled by the freight train that is Russ Brady. Huge pop!] JR: OOOH! RUNNING LARIAT! DD: D-did I just see Jake's head come off?! JR: Cutler is back up, though, his mouth busted open... and boy does he looked pissed right now! DD: And rightfully so! [Cutler circles the ring.. as does Brady.. and they converge in the center of the ring..] JR: Both men jockeying for position here.. as Brady now with a big Oklahoman-sized side headlock.. Cutler with a push-off sends Brady into the ropes.. [Thwack! Heel Pop!] and right into a kick to the kidneys from Dane Levine! DD: Brady is pissed and he's glaring at Levine who's hopped off the apron! CUTLER!! JR: Cutler from behind! Full nelson! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!] [BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] JR: HOLY CHRIST!!! CUTLER JUST DRAGON SUPLEXED BRADY AND HOLDS THE BRIDGE!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SHOCKED POWER POP!!!] JR: A one count?! Look at Jake Cutler! DD: He's beside himself.. a two count is one thing.. but that monster move and only one?! JR: Cutler up and backing to his corn- [Slap!!] DD: And Levine wanted in so bad that he just tagged himself in!! JR: And Cutler looks none too happy about the developing situation as Levine is quick to the ring and has lifted Brady to his feet.. and sets him in.. [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] JR: Whoa!! Nice reverse russian legsweep by Levine!! The cover!!!! [HEEL POP!!!] LEVINE HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!! ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG POP!!!] JR: Close, but no cigar!! DD: Just imagine it.. Dane Levine in his debut in the Grand Isl,e beating one of it's premier stars in Russ Brady! JR: It could happen! But not if Levine continues to argue with the ref! [That's right.. Levine is busy showing the ref how to count to three as if Francois is uneducated in the art of the three count.. all this giving Brady time to rise up to his knees..] JR: Brady getting back to his feet.. I'm not sure the fans know how to react to Russ these days, in fact, I don't know how to act.. McBaine has got our bearings all messed up.. DD: He's in McBaine's back pocket.. he's a contract killer Jake! JR: Levine finally turning back ar-, lunging lariat by Brady! Ducked by Levine! Brady turning back around! Superk-, ducked by Brady! [Slap! as the big paw of Leviticus Nelson reachs far and tags himself in.. climbing in as Brady wraps his arms around Levine after the superkick.. TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!] JR: Powerslam by Brady!!! [And then Nelson leaps into the air..] DD: INCOMING!!!! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG FACE POP!!!!!!!!] JR: HUGE SPLASH!!! THE HOOK OF THE LEG!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [BOOOOOOO!!!] JR: So close!! But Dane hangs in there and kicked out at the last second!! DD: He's the man!! Stamina, baby! JR: Nelson wasting no time lifting the crimson-masked Dane Levine to his feet and tosses him into the corner! [And a BIG TIME heel pop as Dane starts to beg off to Nelson..] DD: Negotiator! JR: Look at this nonsense! Dane Levine is pleading for mercy to a man that will show no such thing! [And then the pleading turns to a timeout!!] DD: TIMEOUT!! He wants a twenty second timeout, Francois!! JR: There are no timeouts in- [Pop!] and Nelson is wheeling and dealing with overhand rights!! Irish whip! and hard into the far neutral corner goes Levine! Dane staggers out.. and here comes Nelso-, LARIAT!! [Boo!] Ducked by Levine! He jumps! [And in an impressive show of skill.. hooks his hands around Nelson's chin and he falls down.. THUD!!!!.. putting the seven footer down with a reverse neckbreaker!!] DD: What a move!!! [BIG POP!!!] DD: Goddamn it! [And why? Because Nelson has just gotten right to his feet.. which has the now standing Dane Levine beside himself.. as he stomps on the mat in anger!] JR: Here come Levine! [Thud!] And a big boot puts the newcomer to the mat! [Slap!!] JR: And here comes Brady!! Russ Brady quick to lift Levine to his fe-, no! [Heel Pop!] Levine just rolled away and he's crawling to his corner! Here comes the tag to Cut- [But as Jake is about to say Jake Cutler.. the Razorblade himself hops off the apron.. just glaring at Dane Levine.. who's now screaming expletives at his partner looking for the tag!] JR: What a poor sport! This man doesn't get along with anybody, what a punk! Jake Cutler is a punk! DD: He's smart Jake! JR: And Levine is confused to all hell.. he had the hot tag but Cutler is just standing glaring at ringisde.. Levine back to his feet and he can't believe what is going on.. [BIG POP!!] DD: Oh sheeit! TURN AROUND DANE!! JR: Levine turns to face!! Kick to the gut by Brady!! Standing headscissors and lift!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!] JR: THE REDNECK!! THE REDNECK!! BRADY HIT THE FACEFIRST PILEDRIVER!! AND THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING! DING! DING!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!] JR: YES!! YES!! Brady and Nelson advance!! Brady and Nelson move on! DD: Goddamnit! I dig Cutler and all, but that wasn't swift when I think about it! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winners of the match.. and moving on to the semi-finals of the Tag Title Tournament.. the team of.. LEVITICUS NELSON AND RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Monster pop!! as they both stand in the ring.. two monster men in their domain.. and now soaking in the cheers as Levine rolls to the floor, while Jake Cutler makes his way to the back..] JR: I'll give him credit, Dane Levine came in here tonight outsized and, without Cutler's help, outmatched.. and still showed up a lot of promise and ability and I look forward to more from Dane Levine. DD: He _is_ a dynasty afterall. JR: Quite possibly. DD: No, definitely. JR: Fans.. I can't help but express what an explosive night of action we've had so far, and it's only going to get better with our second big first round match.. loaded with two HUGE debuts that the fans are buzzing about here and nationwide! Johnny Black and Bobby Taylor team up to take on Lucas McCall and Ryan Faith! DD: Ryan Faith needs to get back on track after, well, getting decimated two weeks ago at the hands of Leviticus Nelson, who looked full of that rage tonight as well.. JR: That he did, and that Faith needs as well.. but right now we've got the cameras on Jaime Roth.. so let's see what he's got to say. DD: Oh man, this kid is gonna get it, soon! [Fade in to Jamie Roth, backstage in the Sand Dollar Marina. Roth -- donning his wrestling gear, a black GIW T-shirt, and a towel around his neck -- is standing there, watching a match on the monitor. To be more specific, though, it's his own match -- him and Destiny against Calhoun and Lane. The match that he and Destiny won. Jamie watches the video intently before he pushes the "stop" button on the cheap VCR. The screen goes black and Jamie, his arms in the "Thinker" posture, turns towards us. He shakes his head before thinking aloud.] JR: This is gonna be harder than I thought. Now... [More thinking.] JR: I've gotta find someone who knows about a good Chinese food place around these parts. I don't know if there even are any... [Fade.] DD: Oh man!! The set on this kid! He stuck his nose in business it didn't belong.. he kicked his tag partner, the guy who carried him two weeks ago, right in the face, and all he wants to know is if there is a good Chinese food place around here?! JR: Yep. DD: Well that's ridiculous. JR: No, I meant, there is. The Great China Buffet on Langley Avenue is rock. DD: Christ! Are you pimping a food place on our program?! JR: I guess so. But enough "pimping".. let's see what Bobby Taylor had to say early, about tonight's big debut. [Fade in to the backstage area where "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor can be seen. He's obviously getting ready for his match later in the evening as he wraps white tape around his wrists and hands. Taylor looks up at the camera and speaks.] BT: My first match in Grand Isle. The first night out in the lil' indy that could. [Taylor grins as he wraps the tape some more.] BT: Last time was fun. It's a lot of fun to kick Dave Bryant's ass all over god's green earth. Hell, that's why you see so many people lining up to do it. Last time was fun... this week? It's business. [Standing up, the Outlaw flips open his locker door.] BT: Speaking of people enjoying slapping Bryant around... I guess that brings me to my tag partner tonight. A man I'm pretty familiar with... but have never talked to. Johnny Black. [Taylor rubs his chin in thought.] BT: I'm not quite sure what to make of ya, partner. On one hand... I like your style. I like the way you smacked Bryant around, put him through a table, and did a lot of other stuff I'd like to do to him myself. On the other... deep down in your core... you've got a black heart. And you know exactly what I mean. [Taylor pulls off his shirt, facing away from the camera.] BT: I've been down that road, Johnny. I know both your mentors real damn well. Casey and I... we fought like dogs for longer than I care to remember. I hurt him, he hurt me... we both nearly killed one another. But in the end? We realized we were better allies than enemies. [Taylor continues to dig through his locker.] BT: And that's the exact same choice you're gonna have to make, Johnny. Fate has made us allies tonight... for this tournament... and if we win it, maybe even longer. We can be kindred, Johnny... and raise hell all over Grand Isle like no one has before. Or... we can go to war... and raise hell all over Grand Isle like no one has before. [The Outlaw turns back towards the camera, a grin on his face.] BT: We're family, kid. [Taylor points to his heart... and as the camera zooms in, we see a new addition to the body of the Outlaw, burned into his skin with a brand... ... the Syndicate Mark of the Beast.] BT: The choice is yours. [We stay focused on the brand on Taylor's beating heart as we fade to black.] DD: Bobby Taylor certainly has a past with the mentors of Johnny Black, but Johnny is his own man, and Johnny seems hellbent on making his own legacy, his own way. JR: But deep down, everybody wants gold, Dirk. These tag belts.. they'll drive these two monsters of the ring to work side by side, and I'll be honest, if these two are on the same page during this tournament, I can't see many people having a chance to take them down. DD: Well, figure this. Whoever comes out of this match the winner, faces the team of Leviticus Nelson and Russ Brady. JR: Good point. DD: Damn straight it is. JR: Speaking of Johnny Black, let's see what he had to say about tonight as well. [Fade in on none other than the South Texas Deathride himself, Johnny Black. Bloodshot eyes glare balefully at the camera, and the usually well-groomed Black looks a shade scruffy, jaws lined with stubble and his wraparound goatee looking a little shaggy. His black Casey James Harley Davidson dealer T-shirt isn't even tucked into the waistband of his black jeans, as well as looking like they've been slept in. He growls wordlessly and takes a deep pull from the bottle of tequila clenched in his big right hand, before finally speaking.] JB: Sons o'bitches. [A slow shake of the head, eyes closing to stave off the encroaching roomspin, and he continues.] JB: Buncha whiny, crying-ass little ratprick sons o'bitches. Dave Bryant out there yap yap yappin' away like the brokedick dog he is, over the hill at, what, Dave? Twenty eight? Twenty nine? Judgin' from the haggard look o'yer face, I'd guess closer to forty, but there ain't no way a sorry-ass quitter like you'd stay in the sport that long. And o'course, who can forget... uh... Watkins? Wilkins? Whatever the hell yer name is. The allegedly fearsome Bee Are Dubbya. Yeah... Texan, my ass. You ain't nothin' but meat on the hoof, boy, and when I get tired o'playin' with ya, I'm just gonna fuckin' break ya, and all the trash talkin' in the world ain't gonna save ya from a backbrace and a day job at some Denny's in the middle o' Oklahoma, where you damn well belong. And, o'course, we got the so-called bull o'the woods here, mentionin' my name. But we'll get to you in a bit, Blindside. First, I'm gonna have my say 'bout the lambs bein' sacrificed all official-like this week. [Johnny reaches up with his free hand to drag his nails through the bristly three-day growth idly.] JB: Ryan Faith an' Lucas McCall. A second rate also-ran lookin' to get killed by that big bastard Nelson, and... hell, I ain't 'zactly sure what role McCall fills in this goofy-ass little swamp circus here. Adulterer, maybe. Faith, I can see a few ways ya could go 'bout approachin' this little beatdown yer headed into. Could see ya thinkin' it's a chance to drop some young upstart on his back and reestablish some o'that credibility I ain't sure ya had in the first place... or I could see ya thinkin', why not make the best o'a bad situation, and use this as some kinda trial run leadin' up to whatever problem you and Leviticus seem to have brewin'. And I guess, at first, that second one don't seem too dumb. Hell, I ain't really that much smaller'n Nelson, so why not try yer hand with me, and take what ya learn into yer dealings with him, right? Only problem is... I ain't Leviticus Nelson. Now, I ain't speakin' ill o'the man... but yer not gonna see me drop a match 'cuz I'm worried about somebody who didn't have any damn business in the ring in the first place. There's a time for humanity, and there's a time for violence... and when yer in the ring? It's time for violence, and ya can worry 'bout collateral damage after ya kink the neck o'whoever the hell's drawn the short straw and stuck in there with ya that particular night. Or never, if ya prefer... either way works for me. But that ain't the only difference, by a damn site. See, the big man, he's comin' across as one o'those slow to anger types, and when it all breaks loose, that's when there's hell to pay. Me? Hell... I wake up surlier than a damn postal worker, and sunlight don't do much to improve my disposition. Ain't like it matters, though... 'cuz I don't gotta dislike ya to hurt ya. Way I see it... steppin' through them ropes is like signin' a damn waiver. Whatever happens ain't on my head... it's on yours, for bein' dumb enough to step up to bat in the first place. Yer gonna learn all 'bout that soon 'nough, though... And McCall? Yer probably thinkin' yer clever, with the li'l game yer runnin' with whitebread's wife. Make'er think yer a nice guy, get under his skin, make'im sloppy, get'im outta his game so ya can capitalize on it? [Johnny snorts.] JB: Whatever, man. It's clear as the day is long yer just doin' it 'cuz ya know that, deep down inside, the guy ain't got it in'im to give ya what ya got comin'. Truth be told, though, boy? If that was my wife ya were rootin' 'round inside the subconscious of? They'd be moppin' up what was left of ya off the lockerroom floor that same damn night, and they'd end up needin' two buckets just to get it all cleaned up. And hell, to continue the little game o'truth or dare? I'm more'n half tempted to skullfuck yer world on Kellan's behalf, just to save him and his family the trouble o'dealing with ya tryin' to ruin everything they built. Hmm... hell, I'm likin' that idea more an' more, actually. Tell ya what, McCall. Bring yer mindgames, yer underhanded tactics, and whatever the hell it is that passes for yer "A" game... you bring it all, and come get ya some... 'cuz no matter how ya 'pproach it, boy? Yer goin' for a long-ass, hateful motherfuckin' ride, and the greatest moment o'yer life's gonna be when ya hit the floor and it takes the pain away. Stupid-ass bitch. [Johnny growls again and takes another swig of tequila, sloshing it around his mouth a bit before gargling it, and then swallowing it. He lets out a heavy sigh, and once more shakes his head.] JB: Christ... can't believe 'at midget thought he was gonna outdrink me. God damn... [He snickers a bit, then shrugs, once more turning his baleful stare to the camera.] JB: And finally... got a few words for our resident self-important, half-assed wannabe badass. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, McBitch. Wanna talk shit 'bout me? Hell, go right ahead... see, I hear ya talkin'... but I don't see ya huntin' for me. I ain't hearin' any knocks on my door in the middle o'the night, sound o'you comin' to try to lay a beatin' on my ass. Hell, fact o'the matter is, all I hear ya doin' is... whinin'. Well, in between yer gloatin'. Hell, I came out here my first night and beat the hell outta two men, a helluva lot more convincingly that ya managed to do on that same night versus one... and ya don't hear me doin' my level damnedest to remind everybody that I'm Acme Brand Badass. See, McBaine, I know ya. My mentors knew ya. And as a result? I see right through ya. Ya got no spine. When push comes to shove, ya fold, 'cuz yer just a sad li'l man livin' in the shadow o'legends. Casey James? Owned ya. Tex Violence? Would've owned ya. Hell, Nelson damn near killed ya, and the only thing that saved yer stringy ass was attackin' somebody who didn't have a chance in hell 'gainst ya. Ya got under Nelson's skin... and he got stupid. Let his humanity get in the way. Try that shit on me, old man? I'll rip loose a big ol' pound o'flesh, and then I'll break yer brittle-boned spine. So just keep on talkin', old man. Keep tellin' yerself yer the better man, so ya don't hafta try to prove it. 'cuz the fact o'the matter is... yer an old ram, strugglin' to keep control o'yer little flock... and I'm a young wolf that's been cullin' yer god damned herd, and ain't 'bout to stop now. Eventually, Bad Eye, I'll get to ya. And with one bad eye, old man? Gonna make 'voidin' yer horns a whole lot easier... and open up yer whole damn side to my teeth. [Black smirks, and it is _not_ a pleasant expression, but rather a predatory, vicious one...] JB: Enjoy yer day while it lasts, McBaine. Take yer pleasure and fluff yer pride... 'cuz shit ain't gonna be like that forever. Now, if y'all'll excuse me... I'm gonna drag my ass back home, and get me some more sleep. This up before two in the afternoon shit ain't cuttin' it. [With that, Black walks off, and the camera cuts away shortly thereafter.] JR: Dear God. Talk about laying down the law. DD: That man is eternally pissed.. it's like his balls are in a vice 24/7. JR: You care to say that when he comes out here? DD: Uh.. nah, I think I'll pass and cherish my own health. JR: Heh, good choice. DD: Hey, you know who we haven't heard from tonight? JR: Oh lord. Yes, I know.. and we about to get to him. DD: Lucas McCall!!! JR: Yes, yes indeed. Let's hear what Lucas had to say earlier today. [Fade into a shot of the Sand Dollar Marina. Swinging around we see over by the water is GIW perennial lower card supahstah, Lucas McCall. He's throwing razorblades into the water, trying to get them to skip, to no avail. McCall sees the camera and flashes a pearly white smile. He begins speaking in his annoying, yet strangely erotic Boston accent.] LM: Looks like Gee Eye Dubya threw ol' Lucas a wicked curve ball. [McCall does a fake swing with a fake bat, twisting his shoulders in the process. He grabs at his left, man this guy is in great shape.] LM: Anothah tag match? For chrissakes, throw me a friggin' bone, here. [McCall sighs and picks up the dirty sand along the shoreline, quickly wiping it off.] LM: I keep havin' ta' wrassle in these tag matches, I'm gon' be dead by foddy. [McCall shakes his head before speaking again.] LM: They think mama McCall raised some fool? Naw, she didn't. I get ta' step into the ring with two o' the biggest guys in this damn federation. 'Tha Outlaw' Boibby Taylah and Johnny Black. Alongside Ryan Faith? What the hell is wrong wit' this pitchah? [Preach on brother Lucas.] LM: They tryin' to hold a boy from Southie down here in Loueazeyanna? Well, it's time fah me to _RISE_ above tha' hatahs. It's time for me to represent. [McCall hits his chest once and puts fist out.] LM: You two gon' be in fah a fight with this kid, I'll tell ya' that much. I don't care 'bout ya' ovah-used nicknames, ya' gay last names, or ya' reputations in othah places, 'cause frankly, they mean shit ta' me. [Woo, you don' got him started.] LM: Taylah, Black, hell, even Faith, you three come prepared fah an ass-whoopin', 'cause Lucas don't throw no punches and he sure as hell don't hesitate ta' kick ya' in the bwall sac. Now it's time fah me to talk 'bout my nearest and dearest pally, Robaht Kel-- [Lucas stops for a second.] LM: Ain't one o' you boys from Texas? Maybe both o' ya' are, wouldn't put it passed ya', with a queer nickname like 'Outlaw' and a name like 'Johnny' it may run that way. If ya' are, why don't ya' save yaself a beatin' and go do some ass-rammin' with one anothah? [McCall looks off camera, a faint voice is heard.] LM: Don't talk 'bout 'em like that? You think I give a flyin' fahk what they think of me? Fahk 'em, fahk 'em in their stupid asses. [McCall smiles again and goes back to his original thought.] LM: Now Robaht, don't think I haven't forgot 'bout you, I could nevah do such a thing, sweet'art. [McCall begins cackling wildly at the thought.] LM: I'm still goin' to rip ya' bwalls off and feed 'em to ya' faggoty little son while I drill ya' old lady in tha ass. See ya' soon, pally. [Fade to the commentators.] DD: Ball rippage! JR: Cute. Without furtherado, let's take it over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. DD: What?! No Faith promo? [...] JR/DD: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! JR: Riiiiiiight. [Cut to Hervez standing in the ring, still not wavering too much, a sight to truly behold.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is a first round match in the GIW Tag Titles Tournament [POP!].. and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first.. ["Mmmm Bop" by Hanson blasts over the speaks as the GIW faithful get on their feet and _laugh_ loudly in amazement.. as Faith walks out from behind the curtain to boos!] JR: Um.. interesting choice of music for Ryan tonight. DD: I'm surprised he's not wearing hot pink chaps coming out to this sheeit. 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 awaits his partner.] AH: And his partner.. ['Protect Ya' Neck' by the Wu-Tang Clan plays to a mild heel pop, out from the back walks Boston native and all-around good guy, Lucas McCall. He smirks as he walks down, ignoring most of the fans, unless it's a hot chick, then he smiles at them. He enters the ring underneath the ropes and waits in his corner for the match to start.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 237 pounds.. and he hails from Boston, Massachusetts.. here is.. LUCAS McCALL!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big heel pop!! as McCall sorta shrugs off the crowd and continues to wait for his opponents..] AH: And their opponent.. ["Back In Black" by AC-DC rips over the PA as the fans immediately rise to their feet and pop like mad! Slowly, the monster figure that is "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor emerges from behind the entranceway to an even bigger pop!! The Outlaw glares down towards the ring, and then starts his slow yet purposeful walk towards it..] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 270 pounds.. and he hails from Phoenix, Arizona.. here is.. "THE OUTLAW" BOBBY TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER POP! as Taylor gets to the ring.. raising an arm up and lifting himself onto the apron.. and then climbing into the ring, just staring holes through his opponents.. as he simply awaits his partner.] JR: Awww yes!! Bobby Taylor is here and ready to kick some ass! DD: Blah blah!! AH: And his partner.. ["South Texas Deathride" by Union Underground rips through the speakers as the fans immediately rise to their feet and pop!! And no sooner.. a man emerges from behind the curtain.. a man of immense size yet highly proportionate head to toe. He sports a bottle black beard with a chinspike below.. and shaggy bottle black hair that hangs slightly past his shoulders.. the man is..] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 291 pounds.. and he hails from Laredo, Texas.. here is.. "THE SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE" JOHNNY BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big time Pop! as Black walks towards the ring.. full length trenchcoat on as one sleeve is 3/4 white in a flame pattern.. and the right sleeve bearing the words "DEATHRIDE" spiralling in white script. He also has a tarnished machine chain held closed by a locked padlock.. he finally reaches the ring, getting onto the apron then climbing into the ring..] JR: My lord.. if these two can work as a team.. DD: God save our souls. JR: Exactly. [Black takes off the trenchcoat to a big pop!!! as we see the etching down his back in thin black gothic letters that reads "South Texas Deathride", then taking off the chain, giving them both to Hervez who rolls out of the ring with a lot of weight on his shoulders.. as Black and Taylor eye one another and just nod.] |
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----------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: First Round Tag Titles Tournament!!! Bobby Taylor/Johnny Black vs. Lucas McCall/Ryan Faith Written By: Terry Jue ----------------------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [McCall and Black start off the match, the two locking up. McCall quickly gains the advantage with...a well placed knee to the groin. Heel pop!] JR: THAT'S UNCALLED FOR!!! DD: Hey, what the ref don't see won't hurt anyone. [Lucas follows up with a series of right hands, but the initial advantage that the low blow gave him quickly leaves him, as Black stands straight up and grabs him by the throat, stopping him dead in his tracks! However, before anything can be done, McCall counters with a trusty...] Crowd: OH!!! JR: KICK TO THE GROIN!!! This is ridiculous! DD: That's the most technically sound exchange I've ever seen. [McCall quickly follows up with a clothesline that rocks the big man, but Black remains on his feet. He nails him with another clothesline, that rocks him back further still. McCall backs up and nods, before leaping at the big Texan...] ______SMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK!!!!______ [FACE POP!] DD: HOLY CRAP!!! JR: Standing clothesline just swatted Lucas McCall out of the air! [McCall looks up at Black, who stares down at the Bostonian with bad intentions on his mind. Lucas rubs his jaw and decides it's best to tag out. He quickly scrambles back to his corner, but as he reaches out for the tag, Ryan Faith leaps off the apron! MIXED POP!] JR: Ryan Faith doesn't want any part of Johnny Black! He just leaped off the apron! DD: Hey...no problem! McCall can handle... ______THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!______ [FACE POP!!!] DD: ...himself. JR: MY GOD!! That release German suplex just flipped Lucas McCall head over feet! [Landing onto his stomach, McCall scrambles back to his feet and stumbles into a corner. Unfortunately...it's the wrong corner.] *SMACK!* JR: Big punch from Taylor! *SMACK!* JR: And one from Black! *SMACK!* DD: Damnit, this ain't pinball! [Dazed, McCall walks right into the clutches of Johnny Black, who sends him flying across the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Face pop!] JR: *Big* suplex from Johnny Black! DD: It's alright...it's alright. Ryan can figure them out! [Holding his back, Lucas McCall looks up to find himself right by his corner. Ryan Faith has his back turned, jawing with the crowd. This allows McCall to slap Faith on the back. Faith turns around and his eyes grow wide as he realizes what just happened. Face pop!] JR: Lucas McCall just tagged Ryan Faith in, but I don't think he wants to get into that ring! DD: That doesn't mean anything! They're a well-oiled machine! McCall and Faith'll win the tag team titles! JR: Then why's McCall leaving the ring? [Indeed, without another word, Lucas McCall rolls out of the ring and begins to walk to the back. Faith screams at him, but McCall ignores his cries, disappearing behind the curtains.] *THUD!* [FACE POP!] JR: Johnny Black just tossed Ryan Faith into the ring by the hair! DD: You can still do this, Ryan! Just pace... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* [Face pop!] DD: ...yourself. He's going to die now, isn't he, Jake? JR: Yes, Dirk. Yes he will. [Faith falls back, only staying on his feet by being held up by the ropes. Black grabs him by the arm, slinging him into the ropes...] ______THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!______ [FACE POP!!!] JR: STANDING SPINEBUSTER!!! Ryan Faith just got violently hurled back down into the canvas! DD: This is sick! This is unfair! The man doesn't have a partner! JR: If Ryan Faith wasn't such a jerk, I'm sure Lucas McCall would still be here sharing in their mutual beating. DD: Hey...shut up! [Black pulls a semi-conscious Faith up by the hair, looking towards his corner, where the Outlaw's hand is outstretched for the tag. Black drags Faith along with him and slaps Taylor's hand! Huge pop!] JR: And here comes Bobby Taylor! DD: Awww man. I don't think I can watch any more of this. [Taylor and Black whip Faith into the ropes. As Faith rebounds back towards the duo, they both grab a leg and lift Ryan into the air...] *THUD!* [FACE POP!] JR: DOUBLE FLAPJACK!! Ryan Faith just hit face-first! DD: Damnit, why couldn't he just cooperate? Why did he have to abandon Ryan!? JR: It's Ryan Faith's fault, you know. DD: *Sigh* [Faith remains lying facedown on his stomach, not really moving. The Outlaw grins and takes a running start, before leaping into the air...] *THUD!* JR: Legdrop to the back of the head! Ryan Faith is _OUT._ It's only a matter of time before he's pinned. DD: Wait! I think I saw his leg move! Signs of life! JR: Give it up, Dirk...it's over. [Taylor pulls Faith to his feet, sticking his head between his legs. He lifts him high into the air, before whipping him back down...] ______THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!______ [FACE POP!!!] JR: Ryan Faith just got broken in half! That's one of the most vicious powerbombs I've ever seen! DD: He's still moving though! What heart shown by Ryan Faith! What courage! JR: He's twitching, Dirk...he's twitching. [Taylor looks down at Faith and then to Johnny Black, giving his tag team partner a look that almost seems to say, "You think he's had enough?" Black kinda shrugs his shoulders. Nevertheless, Taylor still tags out! Face pop!] JR: And Johnny Black back in to dish out more punishment! DD: Okay...that's enough, damnit! They're going to end up ending his career! Don't these bastards care!? JR: Beats the hell outta' me. I'm inclined to say...no. [Black pulls Faith up and places him into a standing headscissors. He motions for Taylor to go climb up the turnbuckles, as the crowd gives a cheer, knowing what's coming up.] JR: I think they're setting up for a spike piledriver here! DD: Oh no... [...] *THUD!* [FACE POP!!!] JR: SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!! And listen to this crowd, Dirk! They're crying for blood! They want Ryan Faith to suffer! DD: You know...you gotta' wonder just how far these two assholes are going to go to hurt Faith. And...I dunno...it goes against me feelings, but that's pretty intriguing. JR: And...hell, Black's signalling for another spike piledriver! [...] *THUD!* [HUGE FACE POP!!!] JR: Two spike piledrivers in a row! I don't think Ryan Faith's going to ever be the same! [At that point, Bobby Taylor rolls out of the ring and begins searching under the drapes. He pulls out a chair...and tosses it into the ring. Pop! He pulls out another chair and tosses it into the ring as well. Pop! Finally, he digs deep and pulls out something that brings out the biggest cheer of the night!] JR: Oh my. DD: Screw Faith...this is getting _DAMN_ interesting! [Black and Taylor begin to set up the table as Ryan Faith remains motionless. Finally, Black retreats to the corner, where he begins to climb up the turnbuckles. Taylor drags Faith over to the corner, lifting him up and into Black's clutches. Everyone in the Marina gets to their feet as they prepare to bare witness to what may very well be the end of Ryan Faith's career. Black lifts... ...and leaps with Faith in his clutches... ...and they fall...] ______CCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!______ ______CCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!______ [MOTHER OF ALL FACE POPS!!!] "HOLY SHIT!!!" "HOLY SHIT!!!" "HOLY SHIT!!!" "HOLY SHIT!!!" "HOLY SHIT!!!" JR: Wow. DD: Holy fuckin' shit. JR: What he said. [But wait...there's more!] JR: They're not through!? DD: Ruh roh... [Bobby Taylor drags Ryan Faith's mangled body from the wreckage and hooks him into a front facelock. He pauses, before...] ______THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!______ ______CLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKK!!!______ [HUGE FACE POP!!!] JR: CATTLEBUSTER DDT!!! What an exclamation point! What a way to end this brutal decimation of Ryan Faith! DD: Man...if he's picking him up after that...I'm outta' here. [Finally, Bobby Taylor drops down for the pin.] ONE!!! Crowd: ONE!!! TWO!!! Crowd: TWO!!! THREE!!! Crowd: THREE!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] AH: The winners of the match and moving on to the semi-finals of the Tag Titles tournament.. the team of.. "THE SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE" JOHNNY BLACK AND "THE OUTLAW" BOBBY TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And then the crowd rips into a ridiculously loud HEEL POP!! as Bobby Ray Wilkins and Dave Bryant storm down to the ring.. steel chairs in hand!!] DD: YES!!! PAYBACK IS GONNA BE A BITCH!!! JR: What the hell?! DD: Bryant first into the ring.. Taylor sees and charges.. but Bryant ducks the lariat!! Taylor turns!! [CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] [CCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] [CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: THREE MONSTER CHAIRSHOTS TO THE SKULL FINALLY PUTS DOWN THE OUTLAW!! [POP!!!] JR: Here comes Black after Bryant!!! [But BRW slides into the ring about the same time.. firing a chairshot.. ..THAT BLACK DUCKS!!!] JR: BRW turning back around!! Kick to the stomach and BRW drops the chair!!! Standing headscissors!! [The crowd starts to buzz like mad as Black is about to give good ole BRW the South Texas Deathride.. when.. CCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [HEEEL POP!!!] JR: OH MY!! CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK DROPS BLACK TO A KNEE!! BUT, RIGHT BACK UP IS BLACK!!! HE TURNS!! [CCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] DD: HOMERUN!!! JR: BY GOD, WHAT A SICK CHAIRSHOT TO THE SKULL BY BRYANT!! THAT ONE PUT JOHNNY BLACK ON THE MAT!! [And.. with both big men down.. well, Taylor is back to his knees but Black is down.. Bryant decides to stand over Black and yell out..] DB: Come on come on come on get up get up!! DD: SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE YOU MUTHAFU- JR: DIRK!! NOT FUNNY!! DD: Oh, bullsheeit it ain't!! JR: Bryant taunting Black as BRW is now kicking his in the face!! [BIG POP!!!] JR: TAYLOR!!! DD: TURN AROUND DAVE!!! [But Bryant is far too busy gloating to realize what is about to happen..] JR: Taylor grabs Bryant from behind!! He lifts!!! [And Taylor falls back towards the ropes.. with a belly to back suplex of sorts.. as he drops Bryant over the top rope.. ..down.. ..down.. SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [_HUGE_ POP!!!!] JR: OUTLAW'S CURSE!!! THE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR!!! AND LOOK AT BRW!! HE'S SLIDING OUT OF THE RING!! DD: Damnit!! I hate these two big sumbitches!! But Bryant and BRW got the job done!! They did a number on both Taylor and Black!! JR: With chairs in hand! DD: So? JR: BRW is dragging Bryant back towards the entranceway as Dave is on dreamstreet as Black is back to his feet!! [Big Pop!!!] JR: Taylor and Black standing tall!!! What a show of comradery by these two big men!! [Yep, they stand in the ring together.. glaring at BRW and Bryant.. who have just exited through the back.. Taylor and Black look at each other.. than bolt out of the ring!!] [POP!!!] DD: RUN DAVE!! RUN BOBBY!! THEY ARE COMING!! JR: There go Taylor and Black, they aren't through with those cowards yet!! [Speaking of cowards.. it looks like Ryan Faith has awaken.. and is back to a knee.. bloodied to shit.. the crowd boos instantly.] [MONSTER POP!!!] JR: UH-OH!!! NELSON IS STOMPING ON DOWN TO THE RING!!! DD: HAHAHAHA!! I hate Nelson, but this should be fun!! JR: Nelson into the ring.. and Faith back to his feet.. he turns.. reverse clawhold!!! Nelson lifts!!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: DESCENTION INTO HELL!!! AND NELSON HOLDS THE CLAWHOLD!!! HE LIFTS FAITH OFF THE MAT AGAIN!!!!! [TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: ANOTHER DESCENTION INTO HELL!!!! [HUGE, HUGE POP!!! Why? He's still holding the claw!!!!] DD: Good Christ!!! What a show of power!!! JR: NELSON IS LIFTING AGAIN!!!! THIRD TIME IS A CHARM!!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: A THIRD DESCENTION INTO HELL!!! FAITH IS DEAD!! FAITH IS DEAD!!! [And with that.. Faith is basically dead.. but fuck that douche.. this ain't over yet.] JR: What is Nelson doing now? He's looking at Hervez! He's motioning for Hervez to get in the ring!! DD: Look at the little bastard!! He's jumping for joy.. and he's even got that bottle of Cuervo with him!! [The crowd is ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT!! as Hervez rolls into the ring.. twirling the bottle of Cuervo like a six shooter in the wild west in his hand.. then stopping and pointing the "barrel" right at the unconscious Ryan Faith. BIG POP!!!] JR: Nelson is lifting Brady to his feet.. Nelson has Brady up.. and it looks like Hervez is sizing him up!!! DD: Hervez wants to get a running start!! JR: Here he comes!! [And with Hervez motoring as fast as the little bastard can.. he leaps up with a midget-sized karate kick.. ..RIGHT INTO THE GROIN OF RYAN FAITH!!!!] [BIGGEST POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JR: HOLY CHRIST!!! I CAN'T HELP IT!! I JUST GOTTA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! DD: Holy Christ how great is that!! JR: And he's not done!!! Nelson still has him held up!! And Hervez is pointing to the bottle!!! He pulls it back.. [And swings... ..connecting like he's Barry Bonds.. ..Mr. Cuervo.. ..meet.. ..Ryan Faith's nuts!!] [HOLY SHIT LAUGHTER POP!!!!!!!!] DD: GODLY!!! ABSOLUTELY GODLY!!! HE IS A CULT LEGEND!!! JR: COCKSHOT WITH THE CUERVO!!! COCKSHOT WITH THE CUERVO!!! FRANCOIS HAS SLID INTO THE RING!!! NELSON DROPS FAITH TO THE MAT!!!! HERVEZ MAKES THE COVER!!!!!!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HOLY SHIT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] [DING!!! DING!! DING!!!] [Hervez gets up.. and takes the microphone from Francois..] AH: Consider yer stinkin' ass... FFFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!] JR: AWWW YEAH!!! GOOD BYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!!! RYAN FAITH HAS BEEN FIRED!!! DD: Good, that overhyped pile of trash was a waste of payroll, a waste of airtime, and a waste on my patience! Fizzuck that douche bag! JR: Here here! While we wipe this "douche" off our mats and out of our minds.. looks like we have Robert Kellan in the back, let's go backstage right now.. [Open up to a shot of Robert Kellan, looking in a rather good mood considering... and walking down a hallway. He stops as he sees Lucas McCall standing over by a car outside an open door, taking a swig out of a container. McCall sees Kellan and smirks a bit, yelling out to him.] LM: 'Twas fun babysittin' ya' bastahd, Kellan. [McCall cackles and walks off. Kellan stands there...not moving. Not saying a thing. The shock is snapped as a hand brushes against his shoulder, the hand of Lydia Kellan. He turns and instantly she realizes something is wrong, taking a step back herself. The camera pans up to Kellan's face...a face utterly deviod of emotion, drained a pale white. His lips pursed, eyes wide open and bloodshot he looks forward, over and past his wife. Not at anything particular but definitely not at her. She is tentative but speaks..her fey voice meek and barely audible.] LK: Um...Hon'...let's go home. Bobby's already sleeping, it's been a long day. [He doesn't switch his gaze, just looks forward.] RK: ..... [Even her grabbing his arm does nothing.] RK: ..... [She pauses, looking up into his eyes, crooking her neck and staring into his eyes, almost playfully.] LK: Come on Hon'...let's go. Bobby's tired (smile), doesn't mean I am. [Then, she realizes. Then she understands. She backs off as he doesn't even flinch. His voice, low pitched, quiet...a restrained growl greets her.] RK: One of the boys took care of Bobby did they? I'm out there busting my ass...you're smiling and looking pretty and saying everything is fine and everything is safe and not to worry... LK(whispering): Rob? RK: Yeah, one of the boys'll take care of Bobby. [She shakes her head.] LK: They did. I told you they did. I made sure Bobby stayed with-- [She is interrupted in mid-sentence, the tension stopping her in her tracks.] RK: Someone will take care of Bobby...sure they will. How about we go home...no, how about you go home. [And like that in a fraction of a second, he is gone, turning on his heel and walking away. All that is left behind is a crying, pleading woman. Shaking...whispering as a tear rolls down her face.] LK: Rob? [Out.] DD: Call 9-1-1!! JR: Why? DD: Because Robert's about to go Ike Turner on her ass!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! JR: Not even funny, Dirk.. not even funny. DD: I'm serious. JR: Yeah, I bet you are.. well up next is our BIG, BIG main event for this evening.. two unbeaten streaks collide.. and it's for the big prize!! City Jack faces off against the Heavyweight champ, "Bad Eye" McBaine for the Heavyweight Title! DD: Easy first defense for McBaine tonight, and FINALLY.. somebody is going to drop City Jack like the bad habit he is! JR: Well, let's hear what City Jack had to say earlier tonight. [Screen comes to the outside of a brick-walled apartment building, where City Jack - sitting out in a fold out chair, beer in one hand, GIW TV Title in the other - is nodding as the camera becomes active. He wears what any normal Isle-ander would wear: a crabs-leg restaurant T-shirt (that just fits over him), some jeans, and a light pair of shades.] CJ: Well, hello, hello, hello GIW. It's a great day to be out here, on the Isle, experiencin' this weather we're having around here. But I got to tell you all something... [Jack nods.] CJ: While we've been havin' this nice ol' warm weather... While we've been having' a good ol' peaceful time... This ol' sob? This ol' sob's been steaming. Oh yessir, this biggun's been doing nothing but steaming, angering', and all out fumin' this whole past two weeks, I done tell ya! [City Jack gives a fierce look.] CJ: And I'll tell ya'll why... You see, all there folks, last two weeks, I've been doin' nothing but thinking... Thinking about that there match with that bull of a man Russ Brady - and I'll just interrupt myself there for a moment to tell you this, Brady: You had me beat there in that ring and that TV title of mine? It was as good as yours, I'll say. You were able to move this mountain of girth all around that there ring and no one - not a soul to date - has ever been able to do such as that there you've done to me. Any time Brady? [Jack nods.] CJ: Any time you want another shot for that there title of mine, you just say the where's, when's, and how's and I'll be more than happy to give it to ya. If it wasn't for... [Jack shakes his head before taking a sip of beer.] CJ: If it wasn't for that there beast of a man McBaine coming around that corner and taking out the whole greatness of that there match... Man alive, I say I wouldn't be here, angry as a pitbull. McBaine? Yeah, you're a big guy... Hold that there title of the whole wide world of GIW. Been in place I've never done seen or heard of in my whole life. But ya know what there, McBaine? [Jack raises an eyebrow.] CJ: You've done messed with one wrong big rolly, I'll be damned not to say. You see, you think you can run this here roost, thinking I'm nothing more of a joke you can play on that there Russ Brady. No sir, not this one McBaine, You see here McBaine, I'm not the type to just gawk at ya, wantin' your damned auto-graph while I'm laying in that there ring. No sir, I'm the type that bites back at ya when you've done something wrong to this potbelly. [City Jack stand up, laying his beer on his chair.] CJ: Now you've been tellin' your stories ever since you've gotten here, but this time you're gonna be listenin' to one of my own. Now you see, back up there in ol' Liberty, when I was with my first job in this wrestling business - and it was no wrestler, but rather I was one of those hard-workin' sobs stringing up that there ring and setting up the whole place for the show. [Jack nods before picking up his beer and taking another swig.] CJ: When I was doin' that, I used to always stick around and watch the show with the fans. And that time up there, one biggun of a man did go around, ruling the roost like you think you do, McBaine. His name, if I do remember, was... Concrete... Concrete Yard, that's it. Sure wasn't his real name, but the way he was built, he just could've been that. Now, him, he was the champ of the place and no one there ever got close to even pinnin' him a second, let alone three. [Jack cracks a smile before continuing on.] CJ: Now one of my friends there, ol' "Gravy Skin" Ross, he said to me one day that he was going to take that big bull down to the mat for three, five, and even ten or more seconds. Ross, he wasn't even half the guy's size - sure, he was big compared to everyone else, but against that Concrete monster, he was more of a midget than a man, I'll tell ya. But still... [City Jack shakes his head.] CJ: Still, that crazy bum got in that ring that stone beast and took one hell of a beating... But gave ol' Concrete Yard the worst scars, bruises, cuts, and all-over beatings I ever did see. No, Gravy Skin didn't win no title that night, but he did show all that the Yard could be stepped on, and badly I might add. After that shot, the concrete monster was nothing more than a pup as some other guy - a washed up sort, I done think - took his title and his career. [City Jack nods, finished off his beer, and cracks another smile.] CJ: McBaine? All that there what my friend did gone back? It's coming around to you. But you see there, monster, I'm not going to let no washed up folk take the title from you... No, no, no one goes around and takes a shot at ol' City Jack without putting the anger in him. And this Sunday, at that there Marina, in front of all them hootin' and hollerin' City Jack fans - [Jack widens his smile.] CJ: I'm going to not only give ya one good ol' payback of a beatin', but I'll be damn sure glad to take that there title you seem not to see much of. Hey, one's man trash is another man's treasury, right? And you McBaine, you're the trash in that picture. and me? [CJ quickly jolts his eyebrow up.] CJ: Well, I know all you fans can complete that one. You all just come on down this Sunday and see what happens... It'll be one helluva of a showin'. [Jack tips his beer can and guzzles the rest of it as the camera fades out.] DD: Concrete Yard? Never heard of him. JR: Like you were supposed to? DD: Hey, eat my ass. JR: [sighs] I'll pass. Without furtherado, let's take it over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions to our main event of the evening! [Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled for one fall.. with a tweenty meenute time leemit.. and eet ees for the GIW Heavyweight Title!!! [BIG POP!!!] Introducing the challenger.. [Chet Atkins' "Classical Gas" plays as the crowd gives a loud cheer for the GIW TV Champ. Right on cue, City Jack comes out with a confident smile on his face as looks around at the fans. Jack wears his usual duds - dark brown wrestling singlet with a T-shirt and his TV title in hand. CJ strolls down to the ring, taking his time to meet & greet the fans nearby. By the time he gets to the ring - and jukes & jives his way up on the steps - he holds up his well defended title for a last crowd pop before finally entering the ring.] AH: In the ring at this time.. hew weighs in tonight at 309 pounds and he hails from Liberty, Kentucky.. he is our GIW Television champion [POP!!].. here is.. CITY JACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!! as CJ throws an arm in the air.. as he eyes down the entranceway awaiting the Heavyweight champion.] AH: And his opponent.. [Suddenly a deep mellow sound of a guitar reverberates through the Sand Dollar 'arena', as a weakened voice speaks over the sound system...] #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.] #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 isle 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 isle way. A rather large eye patch can be made out beneath the hair and a litter of wounds stitched closed cover the figure’s body. It is the one eyed warrior known to the Grand Isle as "Bad Eye" McBaine. In his left, fingerless gloved hand he drags the Grand Isle Wrestling Heavyweight Championship by his side.] [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 slowly spins around studying the screaming masses as his lips slow contort into a wicked smirk.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 302 pounds and he hails from the Valley of the Blind.. he is the GIW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!.. here is.. "BAD EYE" McBAINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd let's out a ridiculously loud heel pop as he just sickly grins and glares towards City Jack.. as they both engage in such a staredown..] ------------------------------------------------------ Grand Isle Wrestling: Heavyweight Title Main Event!!! "Bad Eye" McBaine [c] vs. City Jack Written By: Mike Gilliland ------------------------------------------------------ [DING! DING! DING!] [McBaine picks up that title and continues to glare at Jack.. before handing it over to Francois.. which is just enough room for Jack!] JR: Here comes City Jack!! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right to the champ he goes backing McBaine into the ropes with a flurry of lefts and rights! DD: Cheater! JR: Irish whip by Jack! McBaine off the ropes.. [Thud! Pop!] fat man butt bump sends McBaine back the way he came!! "Bad Eye" quick to his feet and charges! [Thud!] DD: Damnit! JR: Big shoulderblock puts the champ on his back! McBaine right back up.. [Thud!] and a big hiptoss puts him back down!! [Big Pop!! as McBaine has to roll to the floor.. fury in his eyes as CJ begins to JUKE AND JIVE FOR THE CROWD!! POP!!] DD: Oh.. my God.. I am filled with some much anger right now, you don't even know. JR: As is the Heavyweight champ.. who's just glaring into the ring.. he's definitely surprised at the quickness out of the gates at which City Jack has barreled out at.. DD: He's too fat to keep this up.. too fat.. too old.. too stupid. JR: Not to mention undefeated. DD: Oh can it, dickless. JR: Poo poo? DD: Stop. [McBaine rolls back into the ring.. getting to his feet quickly and circles Jack who stands square in the center of the ring.. basically begging McBaine to attack.] JR: And there's the first collar and elbow tie-up of the matc-, as McBaine quickly doubles over the TV champ with a knee.. now two.. now three right into the gut.. DD: And what a gut it is. JR: City Jack doubled over.. and now it's McBaine with big clubbing forearms across the mammoth back of Jack! And down to a knee goes the man from Liberty.. DD: McBaine just administering punishing blow punishing blow! JR: That he is.. as he's relentless with those clubbing rights and lefts to the back! He's like a man possessed! DD: Or really pissed off. JR: McBaine pulling Jack up now.. scoop.. [Thud!] and a slam! [Heel Pop!] That's uncalled for! McBaine's just rubbing that toe of his boot right into the eyes and forehead of City Jack! [Yep, and as he stops we see our beloved City Jack writhing on the mat holding his eyes.. trying to rub the pain out.. but he doesn't get much time as McBaine quickly lifts the man back to his feet..] JR: Irish whip and into the turnbuckle goes City Jack and hard! DD: McBaine is all over him like a cheap suit! JR: Here he comes! [Thwap!] And the champ just rattles Jack in the corner with a huge running clothesline! McBaine following up with another irish whip and into the far side goes Jack!! And here comes the man from the Valley of the Bl-, [Thud!! POP!!] DD: Damnit! JR: Jack moved!!! McBaine just ate the turnbuckle!! And now it's City Jack!! ROLL-UP OUT OF THE CORNER!! One!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!!! [Booooooo!!!] JR: Oh my!! Jack almost pulled the big victory out of nowhere! DD: But look who's up first! [That would be McBaine.. since Jack isn't the fleetest of foot.] JR: Jack back to his feet.. [Thud!] and a running kitchen sink by McBaine turns City Jack inside out! DD: Damn straight! Regain control of this match there "Bad Eye"! JR: And out to the floor goes McBaine.. and for Christ's sake.. why can't this man keep a contest legal? DD: Everything is legal here, remember? JR: Sometimes I wish that wasn't the truth.. [Boooo!!] as McBaine has just pushed around Antonio Hervez, a man a quarter of his size.. and has tossed his chair in the ring.. DD: I'm surprised it's not a midget chair.. JR: Dirk! DD: Get it?! JR: Yes, unfortunately. McBaine rolling back in the ring and to the chair he goes as City Jack is using the ropes to get back to his feet.. [Thud! Thud! Thud!] [The sound you hear is McBaine slamming the chair against the mat while waiting for City Jack to get fully up.. and as Jack does so.. he turns..] [POP!] JR: A swing and a miss by McBaine!! He went for the homerun and City Jack ducked!! Kick to the gut by Jack doubles the Heavyweight champ over as he drops the chair to the mat!! DD: GAH!!! I hate this slimy fat bastard! JR: City Jack with a facelock!! [TTTTTTHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!] [HARDCORE-ISH POP!!!] JR: DDT ON THE CHAIR BY CITY JACK!!! THE COVER!!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!!!!!! [Ohhhhhhhh! from the crowd!] DD: It's gonna take a helluva lot more than a damn DDT on a chair to keep our esteemed champion peeled to the mat.. just ask Leviticus Nelson! JR: Why don't you? DD: Um.. I'll pass. JR: Jack slowly back to his feet as he kicks that chair out of the ring.. and good riddance. DD: Well, I'll give Jack some credit.. that's a good tactic to try and keep McBaine away from getting into his pure hardcore element. JR: You heard it here first folks, a Dirk Davidson compliment of City Jack. DD: It'll never happen again, trust me. JR: Jack pulling the now crimson-masked "Bad Eye" McBaine to his feet.. and is peppering the Heavyweight champ with some brutally _stiff_ forearms to the face that is backing the "Bad Eye" all the way into the ropes! Irish whip by the TV champ as McBaine springs off the far ropes..... [MASSIVE POP!!!] RIGHT INTO THE BEARHUG!! THE PRELUDE TO THE METROBO- [Boooooo!] DD: But McBaine frees himself with a beautifully placed kick to the cock!! Hahahahaha!! JR: City Jack going for it all, but McBaine was ready and now it's City Jack doubling over holding his nuggets and it's McBaine looking to capitalize! Standing headscissors! McBaine lifts!!! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: HOLY CHRIST!! A MONSTER-SIZED POWERBOMB!!! THE COVER!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Exasperation Pop!!] DD: So close!! JR: Yet so far, ain't that right? DD: Don't use my rudo techniques! JR: My bad. DD: Hehehe, and look at McBaine! JR: Oh, c'mon now! [Heel Pop!] McBaine is jigging over the body of City Jack! [Another Heel Pop!] And now he just spat blood right in the face of the downed challenger! What a show of disrespect! This man is a monster, he's awful! DD: Awfully cool! JR: Whatever. [Meanwhile.. McBaine has stopped his mock jig.. and has lifted City Jack to his feet.. dumping him through the ropes and to the floor.] JR: And to the outside we go.. a place City Jack more than likely would rather not be while confronting the Heavyweight champ.. DD: Well, duh. It's a no win situation out here for City Jack.. one.. he can't pin McBaine out here.. and two.. this is McBaine's strongpoint! JR: Indeed. And out to the floor hops McBaine as City Jack tries desperately to get to his feet using that guardrail for balance.. and here comes McBaine! [Thwap!] DD: Yes! JR: Jesus! McBaine with a mafia kick right to the side of City Jack's face.. and Jack just hit the ground like a lump of- DD: Sheeit. JR: Bricks. And the "Bad Eye" truly at home on the outside as he's just digging boot after boot right into the stomach and face of city Jack who's trying to block the shots rather meekly.. DD: He's got no chance out here.. I love it. JR: The Heavyweight champ lifting City Jack to his feet.. and he's got Jack by the back of the head.. as he fires him.. [Dong!] right into the ringpost! DD: Hehehe. I love that move.. it's maybe my second favorite manuever in wrestling. JR: What's your favorite? DD: The nutshot. JR: Figures.. as the champ has Jack in real trouble on the outside.. [The camera catching the face of City Jack.. which has blood streaming now from a gash over his left eye.. courtesy of Mr. Ringpost.] JR: Both men bleeding from the head now.. this is definitely molding into a big advantage for "Bad Eye" McBaine.. turning into a hardcore brawl.. DD: Damn straight.. he's a master strategist. JR: Can't disagree with you there. DD: I know you can't, that's why I said it. JR: McBaine lifting Jack back to his fe- [Pop!] and City Jack is firing away out of nowhere! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! He's got McBaine on his heels! Short arm lar- [Before Jake can finish.. McBaine has countered the lariat by lifting City Jack and falling backwards..] [Thunk!! Heel Pop!] DD: HOTSHOT!! JR: What a counter by McBaine!! He used City Jack's momentum against him and just hotshot City Jack's throat across the guardrail! DD: And look at Jack clutching that windpipe! JR: McBaine scurrying for a chair at ringside.. and he's got one! DD: That's what Jack gets for tossing that same chair out of the ring 'cause look where it ended up. JR: You called it a wise move earlier! DD: I lied! [THWACK!!!] JR: And a chairshot across the back has City Jack reeling! [THWACK!!!] JR: And another!! Jack turns to face in pain! [THWACK!!!] DD: HOME RUN!!! JR: McBaine just teed off and connected with a chairshot to the skull of City Jack and down goes the big man from Liberty, Kentucky! And the "Bad Eye" is in no hurry to throw him back in the ring.. in what you would think would be an opportune time to go for the pinfall.. DD: Eff the pinfall.. let's watch more destruction "Bad Eye" McBaine-style! JR: McBaine franticly searching under the ring while Jack is rolling around on the concrete nearby our table.. DD: Ringside seats for City Jack's destruction is truly a thing of beauty. [The crowd roars in it's hardcore hungry ways as McBaine produces.. another chair.. AND.. A pane of glass!!!] JR: Oh.. lord. How in the hell did _that_ get under the ring? DD: Beats me.. but rock the fizzuck on! JR: This is bad folks.. McBaine has just produced another chair.. and what appears to be a thick pane of glass.. good god almighty! DD: We may need some doctor's down here in a few minutes.. JR: McBaine drops the chair to the ground as he holds that pane of glass at his side.. using one arm now to slowly pull City Jack to his feet.. and whatever carnage awaits City Jack.. it is of the glass variety.. DD: Jue betcha! JR: Jack up to his feet.. and McBaine is just measuring him up!! He pulls that glass back and high over his head!! [But as McBaine is about to blast Jack over the head with it.. Jack kicks McBaine in the stomach.. BIG POP!!!] JR: Big kick and Jack just ripped the pane of glass out of McBaine's hands!! He pulls it back!! [CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!] DD: DAMNIT!! JR: CITY JACK JUST BUSTED THE PANE OF GLASS OVER McBAINE'S SKULL!! GLASS SHARDS WENT EVERYWHERE AND McBAINE IS OUT ON HIS FEET!! [And the crowd pops again as the crimson-masked City Jack waggles a finger in the glazed over face of the Heavyweight champ.. before lining him up.. and wasting him with a big forearm smash!!!!] [POP!!] JR: METROPILL FOREARM!!! THAT PUT THE CHAMP ON THE CONCRETE AND RIGHT INTO THE GLASS SHARDS!! DD: Damn.. that's gotta hurt! JR: City Jack's going for it all!!! He rolls McBaine into the ring.. Jack rolling in and hops on the heavyweight champ!!! Hook of the leg!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! DAMN!!] DD: YES!! SO DAMN CLOSE, BUT SO DAMN FAR!! JR: What a shocker that woulda been!! The Metropill damn near won the match!! Jack is winded.. McBaine is winded.. both men are bloody.. but this match must continue! [That's right.. City Jack is sitting up.. the fat man drenched in sweat and blood.. and a bit surprised he didn't just win the Heavyweight Title.. and who can blame him? McBaine, meanwhile, has rolled onto his stomach.. showing some cuts in his tanktop from the glass shards digging on the concrete on the outside moments ago.] JR: This is a City Jack we've never seen.. he's turned up the heat on the Heavyweight champ through hardcore actions.. with glass.. I guess this goes to show, if you bring it.. you better be ready to take it! DD: What in the good hell does that mean? JR: Well.. it me- DD: Oh, nevermind, I don't wanna hear it. He ain't won sheeit yet. |
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| blibblab | Apr 24 2008, 06:30 PM Post #6 |
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JR: True enough. And Jack is back to his feet.. lifting the blood drenched McBaine as well.. he spins him around.. [Pop!] and right into a full nelson submission!! DD: Fight it "Bad Eye"!! Keep fighting it!! JR: Jack has the full nelson cinched in deep!! He's cranking that neck of McBaine's forward and the Heavyweight champ is actually yelling and grunting in pain and anger!! Francois checking him now! Ref Francois: You give? McBaine: Fuck off. DD: I take that as a no! JR: McBaine refusing to give up! And City Jack is done wasting time!! He lifts!! [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: FULL NELSON SLAM!!! THE QUICK COVER!!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Disappointed Pop! again.] DD: You can't keep him down!! McBaine is unstoppable! JR: Both men have been unstoppable here, but a streak must end! DD: And it's gonna be City Jack, I swear to you.. it HAS to be City Jack! JR: Jack can't believe it once again, and neither can I! I thought he had the win right there, but McBaine continues to surprise and frustrate the masses.. he just won't die. DD: Because he's immortal fool! He's like the Highlander.. just not flamboyantly gay. JR: Hey now, Christopher Lambert rocked. DD: Yeah, but that guy in the TV series was a fizzucking fruitball. JR: True enough. [Yeah, so.. back to the match! And what else can Jack do? He's back to his feet as the crowd pops for him as he does an abbreviated jig for the crowd.. before sucking wind in and walking back to the now kneeling "Bad Eye" McBaine.. lifting him back to his feet..] JR: Irish whip by the big man from Liberty.. and off the ropes comes the "Bad Eye".. {BIG POP!!] right into the bearhug!! DD: But McBaine is fighting it off!! He refuses to be caught in the Metroboom and he's crowning City Jack with big elbows to the top of his skull!! JR: City Jack forced to break the hold as he staggers a few feet back now.. just enough room for McBaine!! He lunges with a lar-, ducked by Jack!! [Jack then leans back and grabs McBaine by the back of the head!] JR: Reverse neck-, [Booooo!!!] no!! McBaine kicked back and caught City Jack in the jewels yet again! McBaine spins around and now he's the one holding Jack by the back of the head!! He drops down!! [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!] DD: REVERSE DDT!!! REVERSE DDT BY THE REAL CHAMP!!! THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRRRRREEEEEE-SHOULDER UP!!! DAMNIT!! DAMNIT!! DAMNIT!! [Big sigh of relief pop!!!] JR: Jack with that shoulder up at the last second!! McBaine is beside himself.. he's glaring a hole right through Eli Francois who is diligently holding up two fingers and the left shoulder!! DD: Damn this old bastard!! JR: McBaine rolling back out to the floor rather quickly.. as he's over to the guardrail.. [A big heel pop! rips out as McBaine pushes a kid over in the first row.. taking his chair away from him!!!] JR: Oh c'mon now!! That's uncalled for!! Truly despicable act by our "heavyweight champ"! DD: Despicable, yes!! Highly hilarious? HELL YES!! JR: And now McBaine tosses that chair into the ring.. and the last time he attempted to use a chair in this contest.. it ended up around his head.. and discarded promptly by City Jack.. DD: Not this time, damnit.. not this time. JR: McBaine rolling back into the ring as Jack is trying hard to get back to his feet.. using the ropes for balance as the "Bad Eye" picks up that chair.. and unfolds it.. sitting it up in the center of the ring! DD: Oh my!! Trouble is a brewing! [Yes it is.. as McBaine runs and catches the kneeling City Jack right in the face with a boot and then scrape it a few times against his face for safe measure!!] JR: McBaine pulling City Jack to the center of the ring.. and you gotta believe he's going to implement that chair into his next move.. standing headscissors applied as the fans are on their feet booing!! You don't think?! DD: Powerbomb time onto that seated chair!! Hells yes!! Go for it "Bad Eye"!!! JR: McBaine lifts!! But Jack fights it!! No go!! And now it's McBaine with clubbing rights to the exposed back of City Jack!! McBaine wrapping and trying it again!! He lifts.. [And sure as hell as he lifts.. he gets the 300 plus pounder into the air.. whipping him down.. ..down.. ..CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.. ..TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!] DD: POWERBOMB ONTO THAT CHAIR!!! CITY JACK'S BODY ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED THAT CHAIR!! HE CRUSHED IT, BUT McBAINE VERY WELL MAY HAVE CRUSHED THIS FAT BASTARD'S WINNING STREAK!!! FINALLY!! JR: The cover!!! It's gotta be elementary here!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE-SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Huge shocked/happy pop!!!!] DD: No.. way. Sonofabitch! JR: What resiliency by the TV champ!! This is why he's undefeated!! This is why he carries that TV title and proudly I might add! DD: McBaine is livid, and rightfully so!! Francois cost him the match with the slow ass counts!! JR: Riiiiiiiiight, blame everybody but McBaine or crediting City Jack. DD: Damn straight, fool. [McBaine back up, blood streaming off his pain as you can still see the rage in his eyes.. as he glares down at the bloodied but not beaten City Jack.. and the chair of which City Jack rests over..] JR: McBaine doesn't know what to do next.. he's tried everything.. everything he kn- DD: No! Wrong.. he has yet to go for the Blind Valley Driver! JR: Oh lord. The man from the Valley of Blind slowly starts to pell his opponent off the mat as that chair is just a flat crumpled mess plastered on the mat.. McBaine looking down at it.. and now to his opponent.. [And then he heaves City Jack onto his shoulders..] [Heel Pop!!] DD: Yes!! JR: Fireman's carry by McBaine!! This is the prelude!! The prelude to the Blind Valley Driver!! He tucks Jack's ne-, no!! [Pop!!] Jack out the back!! [And with that Jack barrels back and gets momentum as he backs into the ropes..] JR: Here he comes! But McBaine catches and lifts!! [High into the air.. McBaine falls back.. ..and Jack falls down.. ..down.. ..CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG, BIG HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: FLAPJACK ONTO THE CHAIR!!!! FLAPJACK ONTO THE CHAIR!!!! JR: WHAT A COUNTER BY THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP!!! THE COVER!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!!!!] THR-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Shocked, and highly confused pop!!!] JR: What the hell?! Jack kicked out, Francois is holding up two fingers, but the bell sounded mid-count!! DD: He lost!! Jack lost, yes!!! JR: I don't know what is going on!! [As McBaine sits up.. he glares at Francois.. who is now sticking his head between the ropes and conferring with Antonio Hervez.. both men seeming satisfied with whatever is going on as Hervez takes the microphone and speaks on this.] AD: Odelay!!! [No.. I'm joking.. now for the real announcement.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. we have just been informed.. that the tweenty meenute time leemit has been reached.. and therefore this contest.. IS A DRAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Rippling boos!!! as McBaine's face.. underneath the blood, fills with rage as he slams his hand on the mat!!] DD: What a hunk of horsesheeit! McBaine had this wrapped up!! JR: Riiiiiiiight. It all comes down to the fact that McBaine couldn't finish off City Jack.. but what does he have to complain about, his belt.. and his streak continues! DD: But so does City Jack's, damnit!! JR: Definitely. DD: This won't sit well in the pit of McBaine's stomach! Not at all!! [No, it doesn't.. as McBaine rises back to his feet.. going over to Francois who tries his best to explain the decision.. but he gets a big shove to the mat!!! Heel pop!!!] JR: Oh!!! What a big man!! Pushing down a referee? The man is just doing his job! DD: Poorly at best!! McBaine needs to teach this punk how to count!! JR: And now the champ is going back to City Jack, I mean.. Christ!! Leave the damn guy alone already!! DD: Kick him while he's down!! Yeehaw!! JR: McBaine lifting City Jack back to his feet now.. good lord this is not right, not right at all!! Fireman's carry!! NO!! DON'T DO IT!! [And once again, to a HUGE POP!!.. City Jack slips out the back!!] DD: Damn fatman!! JR: McBaine turns!! [POP!!!] And now he's eating huge Metropill forearm smash after forearm smash!!! City Jack is tearing into McBaine!! He's taking him to school.. irish whip!! McBaine on the return.. [TTTHHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!!!] JR: Huge belly to belly suplex!! And McBaine is backing up into a corner!! He's scurried into the corner!! And Jack is slowly gonna stalk him do- [HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!! as a man hops the guardrail.. and slips into the ring a few feet behind City Jack.. unknowingly, of course!] JR: Who the hell?!?! DD: That's!! That's!! [But before Dirk can say.. the man tears towards City Jack.. and as McBaine points.. Jack turns.. ..and gets DECLEATED BY A HUGE SPEAR!!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!] JR: IT'S REMBRANDT!!! REMBRANDT IS HERE AND HE JUST WASTED CITY JACK WITH A SPEAR!! AND LOOK AT MCBAINE, HE'S GOT A GRIN A THOUSAND MILES WIDE!! DD: HOLY CHRIST!! THIS RULES!! [Yes, the human machine known as Rembrandt has made his presence known, and in a big way.. as McBaine looks at him and just nods.. as Remmy grabs the blood soaked head of City Jack.. lifting him to his feet.. Jack dazed and basically out on his feet..] [THWAP!!!] JR: Kick to the shin! [THWAP!!! HEEL POP!!!] DD: And by God, what a roundhouse kick to the skull.. it just spun Jack backwards!! [And since it did.. Remmy jumps forward.. grabbing Jack around the waist and lifting him back.. TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE THREE HUNDRED POUNDER!!! REMBRANDT IS DECIMATING CITY JACK HERE!! DD: LEG GRAPEVINE!!! [The crowd boos and starts to throw sheeit in the ring as Remmy ruthlessly cranks on that left leg!!! Jack is hollering in pain as McBaine watches on with a sick grin on his face.. until..] [RIP ROARING, ROOF ROCKIN' FACE POP!!!] JR: HERE COMES BRADY!!! HERE COMES NELSON!!! BOTH MEN ARE BARRELING DOWN TO THE RING!! AND IT'S GOT MCBAINE ATTENTION AS HE'S GETTING INTO FIGHTING STANCE!! DD: But look at Remmy!! He don't care!! He's gonna break Jack's leg if he can!!! This guy rules!! [Both men slide into the ring.. Brady going right for McBaine.. Nelson going right for Rembrandt!! HUGE POP!!!!] JR: McBaine and Brady in a staredown!!! Both men are locking eyes.. they are toe to toe but neither man is making a move!!! DD: Nelson's making a move alright!! Damn that overgrown douche!! JR: Nelson stomping on Rembrandt!! Remmy finall let's go of Jacks' leg and thank god!! To his feet comes Remmy.. [TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!] JR: AND RIGHT INTO A LARIAT BY NELSON!! REMMY BACK UP AGAINST THE ROPES!!! HERE COMES NELSON!! [And just like that.. Nelson uncorks a lariat.. sending Remmy up and over the top rope and to the floor with a thud!!!] JR: HELL YES!!! DD: DAMNIT!! JR: And back to that staredown!! What is Brady waiting for?! Why isn't he taking his boot out of McBaine's ass by now!! DD: Because!! JR: Because why? [And with a HELLACIOUS HELLISH HEEL POP!!! we know why.. because he and McBaine turn.. and look down the big man Nelson.. who just shakes his head in disappointment!!] DD: BECAUSE HE'S IN CAHOOTS WITH McBAINE!!! JR: NO!! SAY IT ISN'T SO RUSS!! TELL US YOU HAVEN'T MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL!! DD: He sure has! and now it's Nelson's blood that's they'll sign the contract with!! JR: Brady and McBaine both smiling evilly at Nelson.. [POP!!!] JR: Who just gave them both the middle finger!! Both charge!! [But Brady turns mid-charge.. the lariat he was supposed to aim at Nelson.. ... ...catches McBaine right in the side of the face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [EARTHSHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!] JR: YES!! YES!!! BRADY PULLED THE WOOL OVER THE MASTER'S EYES!!! BRADY JUST WASTED McBAINE!! HE SET UP THE CHAMP!!! DD: SONOFABITCH!!! JR: AND LOOK AT NELSON!! HE'S FINALLY SMILING!! [Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!] [That is the constant sound of boots hitting the downed "Bad Eye" McBaine.. courtesy of Russ Brady and Leviticus Nelson!!] JR: What a night!! McBaine is finally getting his!! FINALLY!!! DD: This sucks!! Remmy, where you at?!! Somebody.. help!! [And with that.. the camera.. and the fans.. seem to pick up a true monster of a man step over the guardrail.. the man then simply stomping onto the ring apron.. and stalking over the top rope..] JR: Wha-.. who in the hell is that man? DD: My God!! I know that face!! JR: I've never seen him in my life.. but even the crowd is somewhat silent.. Nelson.. Nelson is a seven footer.. he's four hundred pounds and I thought he was one of a kind.. but look at the size of this sonofabitch! DD: He may be lighter.. but not by much!! JR: Who is he? DD: That's.. PEGASUS!! [The man known as Pegasus.. is at least 6'10".. at least 350 pounds.. and oddly has the looks of a California surfer.. and oddly.. neither Brady nor Nelson has made notice of him behind them.. as they continue to stomp away on McBaine.] JR: What's this monster.. Pegasus' agenda!! Why's he here?! DD: Not sure.. but I'm guessing it's not to sign autographs!! JR: Definitely! He's sizing up Brady and Nelson!! NO!! [Pegasus gets a start.. and the pouncing alerts Brady enough to turn to face.. TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!] DD: YES!! HUGE BOOT TO THE FACE CAUGHT BRADY FLUSH IN THE FACE!!! BRADY IS DOWN!!! AND NOW He'S GOING FOR NELSON!! [HUGE POP!!!] JR: MY LORD!!! THESE TWO MONSTERS ARE EXCHANGING BLOW FOR BLOW!!! RIGHT FOR RIGHT!! LEFT FOR LEFT!! NEITHER MAN GIVING AN INCH!! HOLY COW WHAT WEIGHT BEING THROWN AROUND IN THE RING!! DD: Look at these two behemoths tear into each other!! [Yep, both animals continues to wail each other in the face.. that is.. until Pegasus goes for the breadbasket.. kicking Nelson in the gut which doubles the big fan favorite over!!] JR: Holy Christ!!! STANDING HEADSCISSORS!!! [But before Pegasus can go for his giant-sized Jackknife Powerbomb.. City Jack gets up and tears towards him.. Pegs sees this and drops Nelson.. but can only brace for impact!!] JR: RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!! AND UP AND OVER THE ROPES GOES PEGASUS!!! AND REMBRANDT HAS PULLED MCBAINE OUT OF THE RING AS WELL!!! DD: SONOFABITCH, CITY JACK!!! [The crowd is absolutely losing it here as the trio of Pegasus, Rembrandt, and the Heavyweight Champ, "Bad Eye" McBaine all starts to point and yell.. glare and hiss at the trio in the ring.. City Jack and Nelson on their feet.. Brady on a knee.. locking eyes of McBaine as they backpedal towards the entranceway!!] JR: GOOD LORD YES!!! McBAINE'S GOT ALLIES!!! HE'S GOT FRIENDS!! BUT TONIGHT, THE GOOD GUYS.. THE FAN FAVORITES.. OUR HEROES REIGN SUPREME AND HOLD THE FORT!!! TONIGHT WAS _OUR_ NIGHT!! DD: It'll be the last one.. for a very long time!! Pegasus, Rembrandt, and McBaine?!!? Suicide for those that oppose!! BETTER HOPE GOD HAS MERCY ON YOUR SOUL.. BECOME THAT TRIANGLE OF HATE WON'T!! [And with those words of wisdom.. we fade out to our heroes.. City Jack, Leviticus Nelson, and Russ Brady standing tall.. glaring from the ring towards the machine.. their adversaries.. the eternal enemy.] [Complete 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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