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| GIW TV 5-23-02; Eighth show by Mike Gilliland | |
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| blibblab | Jun 17 2008, 05:43 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 we fade back to a simple locker room, where we see Russ Brady, sitting by himself, preparing himself for the match later this evening, against Black and Bitch, as they're collectively called. Brady suddenly looks up, as the largest man in wrestling walks into the locker room, as Brady stands up, looking somewhat startled, as Levitcus Nelson stands before him, a defiant, violent look in his eye. Nelson looks at Brady, who simply nods his head, as Nelson folds his arms, looking straight at Brady.] Nelson: Tonight, we get to stand face to face...with a child that runs his mouth...and a sorrowful old man, that will never jump out of the shadow of embarrassment...to see the light. [Nelson looks around the room, as he unfolds his arms, his hands clinched.] Nelson: Last week...Johnny Black...ran his mouth, in a diatribe of nothing important, just hot air, blown at the wind, hoping someone would give a crap about him. He mentioned every man that's ever graced this business, at some point, and then proceeded to become my psychologist. He claimed that if I had simply been a little more like him, I would have never lost to McBaine...and I would be some legendary figure. Sorry Johnny... I don't care to be a bitch. I don't care to be a man that runs his mouth, with little behind it, except false promises of violence and redemption. I don't care to be a man that beats the hell out of Dave Bryant, and suddenly wants the world to fear him. Sorry Johnny... knocking Bryant around doesn't make you a bad ass...it makes you simple, plain...common. I don't care to be a little man that chooses to scream like a child, praying the world will listen to him...value him...when in reality all they want to do...is back hand you...and silence you. Well, Johnny? I'm here...and tonight... I'm gonna backhand the s[BLEEP!] out of you. [Brady's eyes bulge somewhat, taken a back by the emotion from Nelson.] RB: Ah think whut he's tryin' ta say is 'at fer all the talk ya do 'bout being a badass, it ain't gon' do ya a bit o' good. No one gives a good goddamn whatcha done elsewhere, but the way ya talk boy ya'd think ya ran this goddamn joint. But what've ya done so far boy? Slap aroun' someone who never even gave a shit 'bout hisself, let 'lone anyone else givin' a damn about 'em? Real impressive John, Ah think that'n a quarter'll getcha a hummer from Taylor's wife. Other'n 'at...you ain't proved a piddle o' shit 'round here. Ain't done a goddamn thing. Butcha dropped some names real nice, ya tol' us all 'bout how Tex'n Casey trained ya in there image, madeja all tough...well how th' fuck d'you know? You think playin' with Bryant proves yer tough? Beatin' up Ryan Faith makes ya tough? No it don't Johnny, that jes' makes ya a damn fool fer believin' yer own bullshit. [Nelson looks back at Brady.] Nelson: Black's a mere child, a child that walks into a playground, and considers himself the bully, because he claims so, and because he tells you so. He's no bully, he's the little child who in reality would rather cower in the corner, and hide from a fight. Casey James and Tex Violence trained you? Congratulations, that and a glimpse of a pair o' balls will still get you back handed by me tonight...you've run your mouth for quite long enough Black...tonight... You get silenced. [Nelson looks back at Brady.] RB: There ain't but two kinds o' Texans...the ones who ain't smart 'nough to pour piss out o' a boot, the same ones who like to talk a big game but cain't back it up cause they ain't got the sac. Ya know which ones Ah'm talkin' 'bout John... cause yer one o' 'em. The ones who got bein' gutless in there bloodlines, the ones who been runnin' from a fight since the goddamned Alamo. 'at's whut you are boy, cause that's how they make 'em down there...with an extra big yap but testicles sold seperately. Ah said it 'fore an' Ah'll say it agin...there's nothin' Ah like more'n stomping a shithole into a man from a shithole state ...so Ah'm gon' take alot o' pleasure in kickin' yer empty head off yer spineless body. [Nelson turns to look at Russ, eyes burning from Brady's words.] RP: But there's an 'xception to ever' rule Johnny, an' this man here is the 'xception. He done showed ever'body that he can talk the talk 'swell as walkin' the walk. Yer still lookin' for that chance but Ah got a feelin' 'at tonight ain't yer night. Call it a hunch. [Nelson cracks an odd, eery smile, as Brady does the same, Nelson re-folding his arms.] Nelson: Bobby Taylor...where do I begin? A man that's never seen the light, due to constantly being in someone else's shadow. A man that adopted a nickname of a mythical legend, and never considered that that legend itself...was merely a joke. A man that's had his head burned, his body sliced and lost more blood then he'd care to remember...to still only be considered a joke. Bobby, you came to earn money? You came because you felt as if you were needed back in this business...a chance for you to once again re-claim the "glory" you once had? Bitches don't have glory...they only have puddles of tears to wallow in. You see Taylor, I'm not a Texan with a Southern drawl, so there's no need to mimmick me. I'm not a cowardly old man, lookin' for the respect that others around him always got...and he never acquired, so there's no need to pretend to be myself. But, let me enlighten you as to what I am. I'm the man that's going to look you in your eye...and rip your pride from within you..and spit on it as many others have. I'm the man that you'll look up to, not down upon, and see the lack of hesitation in my eyes...and when you do Bobby? Pray to God himself you don't piss me off. [Nelson grinds his teeth, as Brady yet again, backs away slowly.] Nelson: Because if you do Bobby? I won't use a razor, I won't use a heart punch, I won't use a fancy little head drop that the world claims the greatest thing since sliced bread...but I will grab you by your little pitiful face, and I _will_ break your spine tonight, do you understand Bobby? You claim to walk into my house, and burn it down from within, because after all...you're Bobby Taylor, the almighty. When you look at me...tonight...Bobby? You'll figure out what we already did a long time ago...Bobby Taylor's just a name... He's no myth, he's no legend, he's not even the villian or hero of a classic story. He's merely a side bar, a part of the grand picture, one that will eventually fade away into obscurity. I've waited a long time to ask you this one question Bobby...and tonight, I'll beat the answer out of you... Ain't your life a _bitch_? [Nelson glares back at Brady, whose arms are still folded.] RB: Taylor, you insult me. Ya drag yer ass back to a bidness 'at didn't wan'cha anyway...fer the money? So yer little cocksucker son can have one more SPAM sammich? Well ain't that special. Mah heart goes out to ya ol' man, cause 'parrently yer dumber than even Ah gave ya credit fer, which is to say 'at yer one step away from droolin' in a wheelchair. If yer head ain't in it, 'at makes it 'at much easier fer me an' mah partner to cave the bastard in, dig? See, this ain't the Salvation Army, ain't no hand outs here for prior service. You want money to feed yer family? Yer gonna hafta beat it out of us ol' man, an' Ah don't think yer upto the task. An' from the looks o' the man right there... [Brady points to the fuming, violent Nelson.] RB: Looks like you'n yer fam'ly ain't gonna be eatin' fer a long, long time. [Nelson bristles as Brady walks away chuckling, and we fade out.] [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 May 23, 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.. DD: Colleague and friend? How about, your daddy! JR: Riiiiiight. Fans, welcome to two hours of jam packed southern style wrestling at it's finest here in the Grand Isle. We've got five huge matches on tap tonight headlined by our two big semi-final matches in our Tag Titles tournament! [POP!!] DD: Ya know, I could really care less who makes it to the finals, all I want to see is those four big, dumb bastards beat the sheeit out of each other in the main event! JR: No doubt that you do. Our first big semi-final match comes in the form of the unlikely duo of Shane Destiny and Jaime Roth taking on the hot and equally surprising team of Harisoto Mashima and Robert Kellan.. DD: If Roth and Destiny can stay on the same page.. they'll outshine, outclass, and outwrestle the foreigner and the wifebeater. JR: And that's your opinion. DD: And it's also all that matters. JR: The second semi-final contest, which will be our main event of the evening.. is a HUGE match between four of the meanest sons of bitches in our company. DD: On one side.. we got Bobby Taylor [Pop!] and Johnny Black [Pop!]! JR: And on the other side is the formidable team which we just saw moments ago in Leviticus Nelson [POP!!] and Russ Brady!! [POP!!] DD: It's all Taylor and Black, Nelson and Brady don't stand a chance 'cause too many people want to see them fail. JR: I assume you mean McBained and his damn cronies? DD: Cronies? More like assassins. JR: Alongside those two big matches.. City Jack [HUGE POP!!] will defend his TV title against the big man Pegasus [Booo!!]!! DD: _Finally_ somebody shall dethrone this fat bastard. JR: Rembrandt [Booo!] makes his in-ring debut as well in a triangle match with Dane Levine [Booo!!] and Lucas McCall!! [Booo!!] DD: Man, a star-studded match between three class acts! JR: What?! DD: You heard me. JR: And to kick it off.. Kendrick Lane [BOOO!!] will face the debuting and highly touted youngster in Phoenix Stevens! DD: River? JR: Oh lord. DD: I thought he died? JR: Fans.. let's take you to some comments recorded earlier from one Ri-, Phoenix Stevens. DD: AHAHAHAA!! You almost said it! V: Finally, I've made it... [And with that raspy tone of voice, we open up to a backstage area, run down in its interior. Old lockers swung open, the walls dented and peeling, and a single light buzzing from above, clinging to a rather decaying ceiling. Amongst all this dead commotion, sits Phoenix Stevens, seated on a small stool, putting gear into one of the lockers. As he finishes unpacking, the light cuts out, leaving a dark and misty atmosphere. Again, he speaks.] PS: I've finally arrived to the Grand Isle, my new home of sorts, I guess I can call it that, I've never really had one to begin with. Met a lot of people today, say this place is real nice, crowds are buzzing, the wrestlers are some of the best on the Indy Circuit...and after watching some of the shows on film last night... I tend to agree. [Phoenix pauses for a second, closing the locker door.] PS: I've asked around about this place. Heard some good things, heard some not so good things about it, but from what I see, it's not bad at all. The second I stepped into the Sand Dollar, I felt the respect, and I felt the admiration that one feels when associated with such a closely knit atmosphere...and I told myself, right then and there... I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to call GIW my dwelling, my place. And you know... This place may be situated in a hole in the wall, but for once I have somewhere to call home... [He looks around at the dirty walls, and the overall mess of the room.] PS: Home sweet home. [Phoenix pauses a bit, brushing his long blonde locks out of his eyes.] PS: But, don't think home for me, is about loving and caring, and all that nonsense. No sir, I wasn't brought up that way. The only words I knew were honor, and pride, and respect. Something I see GIW is all about, which makes me feel only that much better... But, then again, we have people like Kendrick Lane who treat this place like its a secondary place to be, like its a job. Hell, this is my life. Wrestling _is_ my life. The only life I've ever known... And I'll be damned to see someone spit on it, and just walk away. I'm talking about you Lane. [Another short pause.] PS: Were you dropped on your head too many times as a kid? Or are too caught up with being Classy, that you don't see how much your polluting this place? My bets are on either... You're exactly the kind of person I hate. Hell, you define it. And to see you, everyday, go out to the ring, and just _spit_ on everything on work hard towards, angers me greatly... And I'm not pleasant when I get angry. Believe me. [...] PS: People like you, are a plague to good things and good people. And its people like you, who don't deserve to be where they are. GIW to you isn't more then just a thought pushed far back into your mind. You dread going out to that ring. And me... I dread it too. Especially, when I have to begin my career against, such no-talent scum like you. The fans want me to shut you up, the suits do, hell, your own goddamn mouth would like a break once in awhile, and tonight, I can get it done... Know why? [Pause.] PS: Because you're running scared and you're running tired, and I've seen enough of it, and I haven't even stepped foot in a GIW ring yet. You're back there, smiling, because you have some green talent to work with, and if that's what you're thinking Lane, I can only... Have pity for you. This is my home now... And there isn't room for the both of us... I'll see you soon, Kendrick. [He flashes a quick, prideful smirk, as he heads out the door.] [Cut to the announcers back to their table at ringside where Dirk is phoning somebody on his cell phone.] JR: Who are you calling? DD: Tawny Kitaen.. she'll straight that whiny little bitch out in a heartbeat!! Ahahahaha!! JR: Heh, kinda clever. DD: Clever, but not _classy_. JR: Oh my, speaking of.. let's hear some words from the Classy One himself, Kendrick Lane. [Scene: We're on the Marina docks, where standing along the edge of the railing is a troubled-looking, yet CLASSY~! bastard...Kendrick Lane. He's dressed in a black "Fighting Whities" T-shirt and a pair of grey jeans. He turns to the camera and frowns.] KL: It's perplexing, Lane-iacs. [He holds his hands out, staring at them.] KL: It's...it's inconceivable. How can... [He clenches his hands into fists and slams them into the railing.] KL: ...how can my opponent come back from the dead!? [Kendrick shakes his head, not knowing what to think.] KL: I mean, I loved the man in "Stand by Me"... [Thumbs up!] KL: ...but hey, we all know the story about him. Viper Room and all that stuff, right? And heck...that's just not classy. That's not classy at _ALL._ [Kendrick sighs.] KL: Sometimes, I think that they're doing this to me on purpose. Why else would the single, shining beacon of decorum, virtue, and moral convictions in the mighty GIW be forced to fight all these freaks? These low-lifes...these bottom dwellers on the food chain of life...why!? [...] KL: ANSWER ME DAMNIT!!! [Awkward silence. Kendrick tries to retain his composure.] KL: Morbidly obest man. Wifebeater. Child molester. And an undead junkie. [He grins.] KL: That's just *great*. [He rolls his eyes.] KL: I mean, no offense to the Phoenix-meister there, but my opponents are pretty darn seedy people. So...you resurrected yourself just to get a piece of your Classiah, kid. That's great! Just the kind of enthusiasm we need around here! [Kendrick pauses.] KL: Buuuuuuuuuutttttttt...there's absolutely no chance that you're going to win this match. Nopenopenope...nuh uh! 'Cause, quite frankly, your sterling performance on "Family Ties" aside... [...] KL: ...YOU'RE A CRACKHEAD!!! [...] KL: *Ahem* And well...that's not cool. You think I'm going to let you corrupt the youths of America like that? He who returns from the dead hopped up on goofballs??? Nancy Reagan would roll over in her grave!! [Awkward silence.] KL: Well...that is if she were dea-...uhhh...yeah. [...] [Smile!] KL: No matter! Kids, please...do the right thing. Be like me! Be... [Dramatic pause.] KL: ...CLASSY~! [Smirk.] KL: Just say no to drugs. Thank you...and good night. [Huh? Kendrick takes a bow as we fade away from this promo turned public service announcement and then...to black.] DD: Hahahahaha.. Kendrick Lane rocks so hard. JR: What a damn fool. DD: Fool? He's _classy_! JR: Riiight. Well, without furtherado, let's go over to antonio Hervez for the official introductions for our opening contest!! [Cut to the drunken Latino midget.. the fan favorite.. the family man Antonio Hervez! He's dressed in a three piece suit.. as he staggers to the applause of the crowd before holding the card and mike to his face.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our opening contest ees scheduled for one fall.. with a feefteen meenute time leemit! Introducing first.. [As the lights dim, a guitar rift, starts banging over the Grand Isle speakers, as the crowd rises to its feet, to get a good look at the entrance. The bass leads into the lyrics of "Bullet in the Head" by Rage Against the Machine, and as the lyrics blare over the PA, a shadow appears from the back.] # This time the bullet cold rocked ya # # A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika # # Nothin' proper about ya propaganda # # Fools follow rules when the set commands ya # # Said it was blue # # When ya blood was read # # That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head # [Then from the back appears, Phoenix Stevens, a very well toned man, with straggily blonde hair. He smiles, as he starts to progress down the ramp, slapping fans pushed against the barriers hands. The song then kicks into full gear.] AH: Making his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 228 pounds and he hails from Salem, Oregon.. here is.. PHOENIX STEVENS!!!!!!!! # They load the clip in omnicolour # # Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time # # The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz # # And mutha fuckas lost their minds # [Stevens is wearing black and yellow styled pants, the norm, and on one of the pant legs he sports the mythical bird, the phoenix. He continues down the ramp, and slides into the ring, perching himself on the lower turnbuckle inside the ring, smiling and pointing at the fans as they applaud in approval.] # Just victims of the in-house drive-by! # # They say jump, you say how high # # Yeah # # Just victims of the in-house drive-by! # # They say jump, you say how high # # Run it! # [As the chorus to the song ends he moves toward a corner of the ring and as the lights come back on, Stevens is in his corner, with his head down, focused as ever and concentrating on the match ahead of him.] DD: What a goddamn tool. JR: Hey! DD: T-O-O-L. AH: And his opponent.. [A voice rings over the PA system...] Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!" [And with that, "Lowrider" by WAR begins to play as we see "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane slowly strutting his way out from behind the curtains. He's wearing a feathered fedora hat along with a sleeveless red sequined robe over his wrestling attire. Bobbing his head to the beat of the song in a completely unrhythmic sort of way, he begins to shake his shoulders and points his fingers furiously as the trumpets blare, grooving towards the ring in a bizarre and foolish looking sort of strut. The crowd begins to boo, because...hell, he looks like a damned fool.] #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip with meeeee...# [As if he didn't look stupid enough already, Lane stops in front of the ring apron to sing along with his own theme music. With each chorus, he points to a section of the crowd...whom begin to throw bottles and such at him. He pulls off his robe and hands it to the ringside attendant, whips off his hat, and leaps onto the ring apron, where he...strikes a pose. He steps through the ring ropes and struts around the ring some more, snapping his fingers to the beat as the song mercifully...ends.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 258 pounds and he hails from Syracuse, New York.. here is.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER BOOS!!! as Lane smiles and soaks them in.] DD: Cla.. cla.. cla.. classy! JR: Good lord. |
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---------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Opening Contest/Debut!! "Classy" Kendrick Lane vs. Phoenix Stevens Written By: Brian "Jugs" Blottie ---------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] DD: It's CLASSY TIME! JR: God help us. [Phoenix Stevens is the first to strike, rushing forward quickly, and trying a kick into the sternum of Kendrick Lane. The kick is caught, however.] JR: Kick blocked... [Quickly using his head, Stevens tries for the enziguri...] DD: WOO! Ducked! [... and gets pushed away forcibly by Kendrick Lane, sending him sprawling face-first to the mat, clutching his thigh.] JR: Heads up by Lane, and you can tell he knows what he's doing in the ring when he's not being a dick. DD: Kendrick _always_ knows what he's doing in the ring, even when he _is_ being a dick. [Kendrick smirks out towards the crowd, then swaggers over to the fallen Phoenix Stevens, giving the crowd enough time to let him know what they think of him with some well-placed HEEL HEAT!] DD: God, I love CLASSY! JR: I think you're the only one, Dirk. [With Lane approaching, Stevens scoots to his feet, trying to shake the pain out of his leg. He's not quick enough however, as Lane drives a hard kick to the upper thigh, waits for Stevens to try and stumble away, then clips his knee from behind.] JR: Kendrick Lane already has his point of emphasis, and with those continued attacks on Phoenix Stevens' knee, he's taking out a key point of Stevens' offense. DD: Are you kidding me? He's taking away _all_ of his offense. Phoenix Stevens is nothing but a flippy floppy little ring runt. Kendrick Lane is a ring _general_, and he's CLASSY! to boot. [Kendrick grabs Phoenix's leg, holds his arm into the air for effect, then sinks an elbow down into the knee, wrenching up on it once he lands, letting Stevens think about it. Kendrick gets back to his feet, then drops down with another elbow. Phoenix yelps with pain, trying to get Kendrick Lane off of his leg, but not doing a very good job of it. Of course, Kendrick doesn't follow up. He instead gets to his feet and begins to saunter, letting the fans know that if they know what's good for them, they'll take notes tonight.] JR: Now what good does that do? He injures the knee of Phoenix Stevens, he pounds away at it like a madman, he could very easily finish this match early with a well-placed submission, and he instead decides to play to the crowd, who hate him, by the way. DD: It's all part of his infallible strategy, Rogers. He's making sure these fans understand who the _real deal_ in GIW is, and that this little puke couldn't defeat a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. Especially since he's just become a one-legged man himself. [Cockily, Kendrick walks back over and starts to pick up Phoenix, making sure he's as slow and plodding as possible. A smirk to the crowd... which is quickly wiped clean off his face with a right hand! Kendrick drops back, a look of shock on his face, as Phoenix drops down to one knee, no longer having Kendrick supporting his weight. He doesn't stay on one knee for long, as Kendrick charges forward and drives a right hand to the face of Stevens, then another, and another for good measure.] DD: SNAPPAGE! JR: Ah, crap. [Lane drags Stevens to his feet, drills him in the chops with a fourth right hand, then proceeds to toss him clear over the top, Stevens landing with a hard thud. HEEL POP!] JR: This is totally unnecessary! DD: And I totally love it! [Following Phoenix to the outside, Kendrick drags him to his feet, wraps his arms around his waist, then rushes forward, driving Phoenix's back into the ring apron. Lane catches Stevens as he falls, wraps him up, and drives him _again_ into the apron, letting him feel every particle of the hard steel frame.] JR: Where is the referee during all of this?! DD: Lunch break. [And indeed, it seems that Eli Francois, bless his heart, is eating a sandwich on the opposite side of the ring, totally oblivious to the action going on around him. Old men gotta eat! So do guys named Phoenix Stevens, but I'm pretty sure they don't enjoy tasting steel, as Kendrick Lane Irish whips him to the cold, unforgiving metal of the ring barrier. HEEL POPPAGE!] JR: Kendrick Lane is dismantling Phoenix Stevens, and it's a damn shame, as Stevens had a lot of promise from what I've seen of him. DD: This is his first match. Have you been checking out Stevens' "flexibility" during your "extracurricular activities". JR: You're shameless, Dirk. DD: You're a homo, Rogers. [Lane picks up the crumpled pile of human flesh that used to be Phoenix Stevens, and deposits it back into the ring. Suddenly, a fan says something off-camera that gets Kendrick's attention. Woe is the fan who said this, as Lane dives towards the crowd, trying to get at a kid who can't be anymore than 12 years old. Luckily for the GIW's legal team, security saw something like this coming, and was beefed up around ringside. Kendrick doesn't even get one swipe at the boy, the security team holding him back.] JR: You see that? This man is trying to attack the fans _again_. How in the world does he still have a job here? How in the world could he have a job _anywhere_? DD: Oh-Blay the Anagement-May. JR: What? DD: Nevermind. [Seeing that trying to attack the fan is going nowhere, Kendrick turns around, pissed at the world. His nerves are going to be shot to hell in a minute, as Phoenix Stevens somehow got to his feet during all the fuss and uses the ropes to catapult himself from the inside out with a cross body block. FACE POP!] JR: Incredible! Stevens is still in this match! DD: That little... [Phoenix gets up _again_, though he's favoring his leg and clutching his back, and once again manages to defy the odds and somersaults over into a legdrop! FACE POP! Unfortunately, this ends up tearing up his injured knee even more, and he rolls off of Kendrick Lane cradling his leg as if it would fall off if not for his determination to keep it in place.] DD: You moron! I told you that flippy floppy crap would screw him in the end. JR: But he's done something I really didn't think he could do a few moments ago; he's swayed the tide of this match back into his favor! DD: For all of two moves! What a comeback story! Two moves does not a victory make. [And to prove him right, Lane slowly gets to his feet, absolutely seething, and ready to tear Stevens' limbs off of his body. He seemingly attempts to do just that, as he grabs the injured leg, and yanks as hard as he can.] DD: Call it, Rogers! JR: He's pulling his leg? DD: I don't think he's lying about the pain he's delivering! JR: You set me up. DD: You make it so easy, though. [Lane, sick of being near the scum of the Earth in the crowd, picks up and tosses Stevens into the ring, then slides in himself.] JR: What's this going to be? He grabs both of his legs... DD: WOO HOO! JR: GIANT SWING! Keep your eyes glued to your television set, folks, because you don't get to see this often! DD: And he's doing it to the one-legged wonder! He's not going to have to let go of the giant swing... Stevens' leg is going to be torn clean off his body! [One revolution... two revolutions... and a third! Finally, Kendrick lets Stevens fly, sending the young man skidding across the mat, and all the way to the outside! Eli Francois is confused, as he turns from left to right, trying to figure out what just went whizzing past him, then shrugs and goes back to eating his sammich. Kendrick Lane, meanwhile, celebrates like he just hit a game-winning homerun in the bottom of the 9th against the Yankees.] JR: This has been all Kendrick Lane here tonight, and even I have to admit, he has been _very_ impressive. DD: Damn straight! And do you know why? JR: I'm sure you're going to tell me... DD: Because he's CLASSY! [Kendrick is _still_ celebrating, much to the fans' chagrin, and we cut to the other side of the ring, where Phoenix Stevens is slowly pulling himself onto the ring apron, hurting. Kendrick is quick to come on over, seeing that he has a waiting victim to tear apart, reaches over the top... and ends up getting his neck snapped on the top rope, as Phoenix Stevens wraps his hands around the back of Kendrick Lane's head and drops down to his ass on the apron.] JR: Phoenix Stevens out of nowhere! DD: That little bastard! [Stammering around the ring, Kendrick Lane is clutching his throat, trying to get air back into this lungs. He turns... and ends up walking right into Phoenix Stevens, who uses the ropes to catapult himself forward, hitting a clothesline as he flies into the ring, and taking Kendrick Lane down _hard_! FACE POP!] JR: Slingshot clothesline! Phoenix Stevens is getting up, noticeably limping, but he's taken the much bigger Kendrick Lane down! We could be seeing a miracle tonight! DD: No... no, no, no! [Kendrick slowly gets to his feet, stammers backwards, and leans into the ropes, trying to regain his bearings. Phoenix takes quick advantage, rushing forward and hitting a flying leg lariat, taking Kendrick over the top and to the floor. Stevens saves himself the same fate, however, grabbing onto the top rope and skinning the cat! A quick pull up, and Stevens is back in the ring, taking in the crowd's appreciative pop.] JR: Kendrick Lane has to be furious! He's being taken to task here, and Phoenix Stevens is looking like he's ready to do more damage! DD: This isn't happening, dammit! [The fans are quick to bail out of the way, as Lane lashes out at them, blaming them for his misfortune. He then climbs back up onto the ring apron, his head still turned, jawing with an old woman.] JR: Here comes Phoenix! DD: Lookout! [But Dirk's warning either isn't heard or is ignored, as Stevens leaps _over_ Kendrick Lane, catches him around the waist, then drags him down forcibly off the ring apron with a powerbomb! MASSIVE face pop!] JR: Amazing! DD: CLASSY! pancake! CLASSY! pancake! [Both men are down, and both men are seemingly out of it. This gives the announcers a chance to kill time.] JR: So far, we've seen Kendrick Lane take it to Phoenix Stevens, now we've seen Phoenix Stevens take it to Kendrick Lane. I'd say that both these men are about even offensively here, especially since most of Lane's offense was cheap and illegal. DD: Your boyfriend is cheap and illegal, and I don't hear _you_ complaining. JR: Hey! [Kendrick Lane is the first to move, and he uses that movement to pull himself up using the apron, and roll into the ring.] DD: Yeah, Kendrick! [Now Phoenix follows, but instead of rolling, Stevens decides to slingshot himself in, trying one more time for a cross body...] JR: Slingshot Cross Body... CAUGHT! DD: Went to the well too many times, chump! [Lane turns, cocky smirk on his face, then drops down with a backbreaker, yet holds on. Lift again, and another backbreaker, and more holding. Lift, backbreaker, _more_ holding.] JR: The strength on Kendrick Lane at this point in the match is _insane_! DD: He's going to the corner. Watch this, Rogers... [Walking, turning, and then _drilling_ Stevens down to the mat with a running powerslam!] JR: Big move! PIN! ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRRR... JR: Kickout, just barely, at two! DD: Slow count! Slow count! [Lane is pissed, drags Stevens up to his feet, then whips him into the far corner. Of course, a scream from out in the audience causes Lane to turn around, a dirty look luckily being all he receives for his troubles, and then Kendrick charges.] DD: Big splash coming up! [But Lane waited too long, and receives a _jaw busting_ right hand to the chops, Phoenix Stevens charging out of the corner at the same time as Kendrick charged. Lane drops to the mat, his bells wrung but good.] JR: Big right! Big right! Phoenix Stevens is going to the top! He's going to finish this thing! [And it looks like he's about to do just that, signaling to the crowd that he's going for the Phoenix Splash. But just as he's about to lift-off...] JR: What in the hell?! DD: Yeeeeeeeeessss! [... Dane Levine comes out of nowhere, and shoves Stevens' legs out from underneath him, crotching him on the top.] JR: That bastard! That _bastard_! DD: Oh hell yes. Oh HELL yes. [Kendrick Lane gets to his feet, sees the situation, and takes advantage, going to the top rope... hooking him up for a superplex...] JR: Don't let it end like this! Not like this! [... lifts up, holding Stevens in the air... and then drops down. But not with a superplex, oh no. Instead, he drops with the dreaded TOP ROPE BRAINBUSTER!] JR: That sickening thud! That sickening move! Top rope brainbuster, and the floatover for the pin! DD: Call the paramedics, Phoenix Stevens is _DONE_. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! [Ding, ding, ding!!] AH: Your winner.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!! DD: Eat it, Rogers! EAT IT! JR: Kendrick Lane, with help, beats Phoenix Stevens. How are you proud of that? DD: My boy won. And he did it by being CLASSY! JR: Gimme a break. [Speaking of CLASSY!, Kendrick Lane seems to have decided that it would be a really good idea to celebrate by bashing a few fans' skulls in, especially since the fans are jeering him like it's suddenly become the posh thing to do.] JR: Oh, great. We're going to need more security out here! DD: SNAPPAGE! [Kendrick dives into the crowd, and proceeds to make a beeline for a group of fans, who part like the Red Sea. He rushes at one fan in particular, who just stands in his way, almost daring Lane to attack him.] DD: What an idiot! Kendrick is going to tear him _UP_. [A wild look crosses Kendrick's face, as he can't believe that this asshole _dares_ to stand up to him, and charges... only to be taken down with a drop toe hold.] DD: What the hell?! JR: Wait a minute... that's not a fan! MY GOD! [The "not a fan" is quick to transition from the drop toe hold over towards his legs, crosses them up as if he were going for a surfboard, then proceeds to slap Kendrick's sides, to bring his arms back. A quick grab of the arms, pivet, and he falls back... onto his knees.] JR: Tommy Ganz! "Deathdealer" Tommy Ganz is in our damn audience, and has trapped Kendrick Lane in a Kabel Naria! DD: WHO?! WHAT?! WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?! [With his arms locked around Lane's chin, Tommy pulls back forcibly, keeping Kendrick's feet trapped tight, making sure that Lane is stretched to his limit. And then, to make matters worse, he decides that this isn't _enough_ pain, and reaches up and locks on a dragon sleeper while keeping the hold locked on tight.] JR: Inverted Kabel Naria! Kendrick Lane is _finally_ getting his just due! DD: This is a travesty! A sham! THIS ISN'T RIGHT! [Finally, security is able to push their way through the crowd, and force Tommy Ganz to relinquish the hold. Kendrick Lane flops to the ground, whimpering, having been stretched in ways the human body has no right being stretched into. Tommy smiles down at the dismantled Lane, as security hauls him away and seemingly out of the building.] JR: Someone has done something about that bastard, and even though Tommy Ganz is _not_ a part of this company, I'm damn glad that a man like him did it. DD: You've got to be kidding?! CLASSY! doesn't deserve that! CLASSY! deserves the respect of you, me, and every single one of these fans. CLASSY! deserves the best, dammit! JR: What a wild way to start off the night here in the Grand Isle! DD: Damn that punk, damn that.. what's his name? JR: Tommy Ganz. DD: Damn that Tommy Ganz! JR: Folks.. plenty more ahead tonight.. so let's take you now to some pre-recorded comments from, well, a man who really made a splash last show.. the man known only as, Rembrandt. DD: This is one seriously bad motherf- [We open up on a close-up of the Killer from Kyoto, Rembrandt, standing in front of a black backdrop. We only see him from the waist up initially, and as he begins to speak, the camera slowly zooms in on him.] R: I have... many names. [He looks off to his left, a distant look in his eyes.] R: In Tennessee, they called me the Enforcer. I became... I became a legend in my own time. The man who ended nine careers in one night. The man you didn't dare cross, lest your jaw be broken in half. The man who came so, so close to being a champion... [He looks down, blinking once, a vain attempt to suppress the memories.] R: In Missouri, they call me the Killer from Kyoto. I came into Missouri looking for respect, and nothing more. It is... a struggle, to say the least. They think of me as a machine, heartless, cold, calculating. They see me, and they step aside. They fear me. [He looks back up, rolling his neck, flashing the makings of a smile -- a satisfied, confident, proud smile.] R: How will Louisiana treat the machine? The answer is simple, really... In a few short months, fans of Grand Isle Wrestling will have but one thing to say about me: I am a hunter. I am a hunter, and my prey is you, City Jack. [He blinks again.] R: Ah, but the powers that be feel I should prove myself by jumping through their hoops. I cannot have City Jack just yet -- there are others I must dispose of fiirst, I suppose, to show everyone what a force I am and how much I deserve to compete for the historic GIW Television Title. [He smirks.] R: So it goes. To those of you I will be making my GIW debut against: don't bother. Do not cross me, do not get in my way, do not interfere with what I have set out to do. You will fail, and fail miserably. I have not been given so many names because I do not deliver. As those who've made the mistake of crossing me in the past will surely tell you, my word is as good as gold. So, if I say I'll end the career of any man who tries to stop me from totally and completely annihilating City Jack? [He looks up at the camera.] R: You can bet your life on it. [Fade.] JR: Strong, strong words from the man from Kyoto, Japan. DD: He's a damn animal, Jake. City Jack's time is finally going to be up! JR: I bet you've lost a pretty penny betting ag- DD: Don't even finish that, seriously. JR: Hehehe.. while Dirk blows off some steam.. DD: Settle down, Arnold. JR: [sighs] Let's take you to some comments from the cocky, brash, well, punk, who we all loathe.. in Lucas McCall. DD: He rules! |
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| blibblab | Jun 17 2008, 05:44 PM Post #3 |
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[Fade into a shot of the backstage area of the great Sand Dollar Marina. Sitting on a bench for once is the loveable Bostonian, Lucas McCall. His attire for tonight is a black shirt that in red reads R.I.P. Len Bias, black jogging pants, and black shitkickers. His jet black hair is messily unkempt and he is tapping his foot to the lulling sounds of 'Put On Your Shitkickers' by House of Pain. He turns down his 'boombox' and begins speaking.] LM: Before I talk fah the night, I have a lil' announcement ta' make. [Lucas stops for effect.] LM: Johnny Black has no balls. [Lucas bows halfheartedly while sitting up.] LM: Thank ya' very much. [Lucas coughs and speaks again, what a great guy, no?] LM: Now, onto bidness at hand. Tonight I have ta' face more than one person..._AGAIN_. First, these Gee Eye Dub bastahds put me in tag match aftah tag match, ya' see what happens when ya' keep doin' that to me. [Lucas cackles at the Hervezing and subsequent firing of Ryan Faith.] LM: Now I get ta' be in a three way dance wit' two overly homosexual opponents. Ah get Rembrandt and 'Dynasty' Dane Levine. [Lucas frowns.] LM: Ah well, I guess two asskickings are bettah than one. [A toothy grin by Lucas.] LM: I remembah one time mah Ahnt Josie had these bunches and bunches ah dogs. There was this one dog ah always liked, the loner of the group, really. He didn't want ta' have ta' hang around with all the other dogs, that wasn't his style. [Lucas stops for emphasis again.] LM: Kinda like me. Anyway, one day the dog was forced into a pin with two otha dogs, and guess what happened? [Why don't you tell us, o' fair Lucas?] LM: The dog destroyed the othah two dogs inside the cage and left them fah dead. One died, the othah was a gimp the rest of it's life. [Lucas cackles.] LM: Okay, so, I'm not as good of a story tellah as Bad Eye McBaine but you get the picture, you guys are in fah a world of shit. Speaking of McBaine, let's get to the first opponent in this 'great' match-up. [Nice segueway, if I do say so myself.] LM: Rembrandt, ya' got ya'self sided with McBaine and Pegasus so I guess I should be scared. [A roaring laugh from Lucas.] LM: Hardly. I'm goin' ta' kick ya' ass, smash ya' face in, then feed ya' mah boot through ya' mouth. Got a problem with it? Do somethin' 'bout it. None o' ya' new found buddies or ya' momma is gon' save ya' from the thrashin' I'm gonna give ya'. [Lucas stands up and begins stretching for the match. Gotta stretch that leg for all them nutshots.] LM: Movin' along, the other worthless pile of piss that ah drew is 'Dynasty' Dane Levine. Don't know too much 'bout Dynasties otha than the Celts, babee! [Fist to chest, outstretch. Represent.] LM: If you were wicked smaht ya' would know ta' get away while ya' can. Take ya' ass back up Nawth o' whereva' ya' from and go stay with mommy and daddy. If not? I'll staple ya' eyelids to ya' forehead and take ya' picture ovah and ovah and ovah...with the flash on o' course. [Lucas smiles again.] LM: So, tuck the kiddies into bed, put a cup ovah ya' balls, and pray to ya' God, 'cause it's time fah a massacah. [Fade out as Lucas walks out the door.] DD: He's also certifiable, in my opinion. JR: Inde- DD: Certifiably righteous! Ahahahahaha! JR: Good lord. And right to the back we go again.. as we are getting word that Robert Kellan and Harisoto Mashima are preparing for their big match later this evening.. DD: Gag me with a spoon! JR: Like, totally? DD: Shut it. [The Suicide Dragon sits on a blue steel folding chair, a leaflet of paper in his lap, a thick gauze bandage wrapped around his skull. His thickleather mask, stained by sweat and blood, sits alongside, in a chair of its own. Hari is absorbed in the documentation, marking here, crossing out there, a look of concentration on his face. Suddenly, he, and by default we, are joined by Robert Kellan, as the latter pulls up a chair of his own. Kellan is dressed in his navy blue and silver ring gear, over top which he wears a GIW T-shirt and Florida Marlin's baseball cap.] RK: What's going on Harisoto buddy? HM: Looking over a match contract for myself and Mr. Cutler. [Kellan raises an eyebrow.] RK: Contract for you and Cutler? Does he know about this? HM: I'm planning on giving it to him sometime tonight. RK: Hey, man, if you need me to go with you just say the word. That guy can't be trusted as far as he can be thrown. HM: I'll be fine. I've dealt with men like Jake before. [The tone of Harisoto's voice, that hint of anger, speaks volumes. A look of resigned and exasperated comprehension comes over Kellan's face, as Robert just nods the affirmative. Mashima never looks up.] RK: At least tell me what you're planning to do. [No answer, as Mashima continues to glance over the papers. Kellan sighs.] RK: Alright, I can take a clue man. I understand what it's like, being constantly pissed off at something. But you got to control it man. You might be pissed to high hell, you might not be able to sleep...but trust me man, you gotta take it into control. Trust me I've been there...I _am_ there. [Hari pauses in his writing, looks up, and nods, a faraway look in his eyes. Slowly, he sets the documentation to the side, replacing his hands in his lap. Kellan chuckles...] RK: You're like a robot or something. Anyhow...enough of me, I'll let you be. [Mashima suddenly speaks.] HM: I have to admit... I've been a bit distracted, as of late. I don't think losing to Destiny was the best way to begin the last week or so. I promise I'll pick it up tonight. As of now, my focus is entirely on those titles. I don't think I'm off when I say that this hasn't been the best few months of my career, other than what you and I are doing together. I'd like to see the one good thing to come along recently actually go all the way. RK: Trust me man, I know where you're coming from. My life hasn't exactly been...easy of late but hell, we're tearing it up and just a couple matches away from some gold. [He snickers.] RK: Tell 'em Mash! [Mash chuckles.] HM: Okay. [Leveling his blue eyes on the camera...] HM: Tonight, it's the chink and the wifebeater... RK: HEY! HM: You're the one that said I had no sense of humor. As a matter of fact, I think you said, "You're like a robot." RK: Jesus... [Kellan just shakes his head.] HM: Tonight, it's the two of us against Roth and Destiny. Boys? I guess this is where you expect me to rant and rave... not that I've ever been a ranter or a raver. The cold facts are that I owe you one, Jamie, for doing the stand-up thing. And Shane, I've never been so callous as to not admit when I'm beaten. People have been saying this match is a lock and that you've got my number. Maybe. Maybe not. I've lost my share of matches. I'm not ashamed to admit that, either. Not in the least. But I don't think we'll be seeing a carbon copy of what happened the last time you and I were in the ring together. Being in there with you, I picked up on a couple things. I made a stupid mistake, you capitalized... but the thing about me? I never make the same mistakes twice. Jamie... like I said, thanks for the help. I appreciate it, I'm sure Robby appreciates it. When we go at it tonight, it's nothing personal. I know we both have the same goals, and it just so happens that the sport we both love is built on the struggles of enemies and allies alike. So, as I always try to adhere to, let's just go out there, lay it out, and see who's worthy. Because if you two manage to beat us, I'll be the first to raise your arms. Oh, and here's hoping you can sort out all that in-fighting, eh? [Hari's lips turn slightly. Kellan grins.] RK: Was that a snide comment coupled with a smirk from the Holier Than Thou Dragon? [Mashima looks flustered.] HM: What on earth are you saying? That's slander, you know. RK: We'll chalk it up to your getting hit in the head with a crowbar. You did make a point Mash. Yes, we owe Roth one. He did the stand up thing and fought on _our_ side. Jamie...you ever need the same you don't need to look any further. [He clears his throat, looking straight into the camera.] RK: But that means we owe you one two Destiny. Tonight is our night. You have your squabble, your problems...we have our...[chuckle]..destiny. Then...only _then_ we'll get on with your lives and you can sit there and watch us being the Gee-Eye-Dub tag champs. [Mashima stands.] RK: Where you going? HM: Time to get ready. We're up soon. [Kellan nods, and the duo exits screen. We zoom in on the leaflet, left lying on the floor, before a hand appears and picks it up off the ground. Panning up, we can see Harisoto's frumpled brow gazing down at the lettering, pure, unabolished fury burning behind his eyes. And that burning seems so, so odd on the usually-smiling face of our resident, all-around nice guy.] DD: Pansies. Real future champs have no mercy, these guys are just circus clowns in wrestling boots. JR: Not nice, Dirk, not nice. DD: The truth f'n hurts. JR: Indeed it does on occasion.. and on that note, let's switch it over to Antonio Hervez for the introductions to our special triple threat contest! [Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees a triple threat match.. and the first pinfall or submission wins the contest.. and eet has a tweenty meenute time leemit.. introducing first.. [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.] [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 somewhat platform style shoes on her feet that give her a couple more inches to her height.] [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 mouths 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 paces around the ring for a moment and then calls for a microphone, which an attendant at ringside hands him. He looks out to the crowd while they all boo him relentlessly, to which he makes a couple of obscene gestures at them. That, in turn, riles the crowd up even more.] DDL: "This crowd gets uglier every show, doesn't it?" [More boos from the crowd, which gets a smirk out of Dane Levine.] DDL: "Only reason you're boo'ing is because you hate the fact that I'm right!" [Could it get any louder? Dane just laughs while the crowd uses every breath they have to show their disapproval.] DDL: "I could work off of you stupid hicks all night long, but quite frankly, I don't have enough time in my schedule to be wasting it on a bunch of ignorant, inbred, rotten-toothed, vomit-inducing bastards that consider sex with animals to be foreplay!" [That did it. Fans are now actually throwing things in the ring at Levine, who swats the random cups and wads of paper away from him.] DDL: "No, because you see ... I have much more important things to worry about. Two weeks ago, I was humiliated in my debut match." [Cheers from the crowd at the mention of his loss, while Levine shakes his head and raises a hand as if to tell them to hold off, but obviously they don't.] DDL: "That's right, laugh it up while you can ... but I'm perfectly satisfied with my loss!" [The crowd quiets down a little, wondering what the hell he means by that.] DDL: "And I know a lot of you out there wonder how anyone can be satisfied with a loss in any sense of the word. But when you're as good as I am ... you know that losing a _handicap_ match doesn't really mean a whole hell of a lot. Which is exactly what it was ... oh, I had a partner. But ol' Cutler saw me in the ring and said to himself, 'GOOD LORD! This guy's incredible! I'm so impressed, I've completely _forgotten_ how to wrestle! In fact, he'd do better if I weren't even in this match! I'm probably throwing off his rhythm!'" [Some laughter from the crowd, but more boos than anything else. Levine seems to be speaking out of anger, even despite his claims of not caring about the match in question. Dane calms down a bit, pacing around the ring slowly as he walks off his aggression.] DDL: "And he was right. He _was_ throwing off my rhythm. He was in _my_ spotlight! But all that's done with and it's time to move on. Which brings me to tonight. Tonight, I face two men, much like my debut match. That says to me that the powers-that-be took one look at my debut and thought, 'GOOD LORD! I've never seen someone so talented! We've gotta make things difficult for someone so amazing, otherwise the match won't last more than a minute! Let's put him in a triple threat match with some stupid monkey named Rembrandt and a guy who's constantly in a drunken stupor! That'd make things interesting!'" [Again, a little bit of laughter since he's slamming on people they don't really care for anyway, but still some boos for his arrogance. Levine just smirks.] DDL: "And once again, they were right. You can't just put someone of my caliber into the ring against one man, because it wouldn't be a contest. It'd just be "Dynasty" Dane Levine winning a match ... and even though I think that's all a crowd full of stupid rednecks deserve ..." [And once again, the crowd goes nuts, boo'ing like crazy.] DDL: "... I can understand why they did it." [Levine pauses, soaking up the hatred from the crowd for a moment before continuing.] DDL: "But don't worry ... because even though you aren't worthy of seeing my brilliance in person, you get a special treat tonight as I acquire that first notch in the win column. And when it's all said and done, you will all have an epic tale to tell your grandchildren. Even though your grandchildren will probably be your own children since they would end up being the result of a sexual encounter you'll end up having with your own daughter." [It takes the crowd less time to start boo'ing than it does for him to finish that last sentence. Levine laughs and then raises the microphone back up to his mouth, but the crowd is so loud he can't even say anything. He waits for them to calm down a bit and then raises the microphone again.] DDL: "Just sit back and enjoy the ride. You're all just lucky to even be here watching me ... as for Rembrandt and Lucas McCall ... they're just lucky to be in the same ring as me. As for me? Well ... luck has nothing to do with it when you're "Dynasty" Dane Levine." [Levine smirks and then hands the microphone back to the attendant at ringside. Dane then waits in his corner for the his opponents to arrive.] JR: What a goddamn fool. DD: Don't confuse a fool with a new legend. JR: Ken Morl- DD: _Don't._ AH: And his opponent.. ['Protect Ya' Neck' by the Wu-Tang Clan plays to a fair-sized heel pop and out from the back walks Lucas McCall. He's wearing a black shirt that in read says 'R.I.P. Len Bias', black jogging pants, and black shitkickers. He slides under the ring and waits in a 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 McCALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!! [Monster heel pop!! as he flicks off the crowd and just waits.] AH: And their opponent.. # WHEN YOU'RE RIPE, YOU'LL BLEED OUT OF CONTROL, YOU'LL BLEED OUT OF CONTROL! # ["Elite" by the Deftones kicks in over the PA system, and the crowd immediately reacts - some of them cheering, others booing. The man known simply as Rembrandt steps through the entranceway and walks down to the ring, not bothering to acknowledge the reaction of the crowd, much less their existence. Dressed in a pair of simple loose black cotton pants, black boots, black gloves, and blue and gold shinpads, Rembrandt is focused solely on the ring. Rembrandt quickly approaches the ringside area, ascends the ringsteps, and enters the ring - shouting an instruction or two at the official, shakes his head, and moves into his corner to complete his prematch warmups.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 240 pounds and he hails from Kyoto, Japan.. here is.. REMBRANDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big time heel pop once more as Remmy doesn't bother to acknowledge as he warms up.. eyeing his opponents intensely.] JR: Look at the purpose in that man's eyes. DD: He rules so hard, actually, this is the greatest match in GIW history! Look at the talent! JR: [sighs] --------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Triple Threat Match!!! Rembrandt vs. Dane Levine vs. Lucas McCall Written By: Mike Gilliland --------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: And there's the bell.. let me reiterate the rules.. all three men are legal and the first pinfall wins this contest.. DD: And look at Levine! [Dane Levine slides out of the ring to a heel pop as the other two look on.. then glare at each other.. tearing across the ring to meet in the center!] JR: Rembrandt and McCall! Punch for punch! Left by Remmy! Right by McCall! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Remmy pulls McCall in and an Irish whip across the ring.. DD: But there's Levine! JR: Levine pulls down the rope! [TTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDDD!!] [MIXED POP!!] JR: And to the floor goes McCall as Levine pulled down that top rope! Levine is stomping away at the man from Boston as Rembrandt looks on with what can only be described as an evil scowl in the ring.. DD: Here he comes! JR: Rembrandt quickly to the floor and scurrying away goes that cowardly rat Dane Levine.. Rembrandt lifts McCall up.. Irish whip.. [Clank!] and into the guardrail goes McCall! Here comes Rembrandt.. and he rattles him with a running forearm shiver to the skull of Lucas! DD: Rembrandt is a killer, a cold-blooded assassin from the land of the rising sun.. he's loco! JR: He's not Spanish. DD: No sheeit, Sherlock. It's called an expression. JR: Remmy wasting no time as he grabs McCall by the head.. and rolls him back into the ring.. as the Killer from Kyoto slides back in quickly.. Levine hopping onto the apron as well.. but cautious of course, like the rat he is. DD: He'll attack when necessary.. why put himself in jeopardy or harm's way? JR: Because it's his job. DD: Says who? [As they bicker.. Remmy leans over McCall pulling him up to a knee.. before McCall reaches up and blasts Remmy right in the nuts with a stiff right uppercut! Heel Pop!!!] DD: That'll slow down this dangerous predator! JR: Remmy doubled over by the great equalizer of Lucas McCall.. and here comes Dane Levine! Springboard! [Levine flies through the air.. ..and connects feet to face with the Killer from Kyoto!!!] [Appreciation Pop!!] JR: Big springboard dropkick from Levine just floored Rembrandt! The cover by Levine! One!!!!!!!!! Tw-Oh! Kick to the skull of Levine courtesy of Lucas McCall! DD: Hehehe, this guy rules it all. JR: And now it's Levine on the receiving end of a hail of kicks by the man from Boston.. as McCall quickly picks up Levine.. Irish whip and into the turnbuckle goes Dane Levine and hard! DD: Don't slow down, Lucas, go for the throat! [McCall runs across the ring.. primed to rattle the law of Levine..] JR: Oh!! Levine with a leg up and he caught McCall flush in the face with that boot! McCall is dazed! Here comes Levine.. running clothesline, ducked by McCall!! Levine follows through!!! [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!] [SURPRISED POP!!!!!!!!] DD: And he was ABSOLUTELY DECLEATED BY A RUNNING SPEAR FROM REMBRANDT!! JR: Out of nowhere!! Levine is _out_. DD: He may be dead. JR: And Remmy back up.. and now we got an old-fashioned staredown as McCall and Rembrandt square-off in the center of the ring.. the fans are murmuring with anticipation! DD: They just wanna see these three destroy each other. JR: Here here. DD: Bastard. [Pop!] [And why? Because these two brutal warriors are going toe to toe once more, exchanging punches and punches until..] JR: Palm thrust by Rembrandt! And that's seems to have confused McCall a bit who is holding his nose.. [TTTTHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!] DD: Good God?! Did you hear that?! Rembrandt damn near just kicked McCall's head off with a wicked spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the face!! JR: But look at McCall.. whether through will or stupidity he's right back to his feet.. and right into the arms of Rembrandt again! He lifts and throws! [TTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!] JR: huge overhead belly to belly suplex! Remmy quickly over and the hook of the leg! One!!!!!!!!!!! [Oh, did we mention Levine is up and has made his way up top as the people paid little to no attention?] Two!!!!!!!!!!! [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!] [HIGHSPOT POP!!] DD: _HUGE_ Top rope guillotine legdrop by Levine just broke up the cover at the last second!! And Remmy rolls over clutching the back of his skull! JR: I must say.. he is rather cowardly but Dane Levine sure makes an impact when he decides to get involved! DD: You are damn right he does! JR: Levine quickly over to Remmy, no doubt he's going to try and capitalize on that guillotine legdrop just seconds ago.. he's got the left leg of Rembrandt's in the air.. he's trying to turn him ov-, yes!! Levine leans back and he's got the Killer of Kyoto in a single leg Boston Crab!! DD: Levine is going for the flash submission win!! He knows McCall is down temporarily.. he knows Rembrandt is hurting.. this could be all over right here.. right now! JR: Levine is cranking back on that leg.. Rembrandt is in obvious pain but he won't make a sound as he's just waving off Francois with nods.. and it looks like Dane Levine's time is about to run up as Lucas McCall is back to a knee and is about to see what is going on. [Yep, McCall now sees what is going on and races across the ring at Levine who lets go of the hold.. Thud! Pop! dropping McCall facefirst into Rembrandt's midsection with a nice drop toehold..] DD: Ouch.. on both accounts. Nobody wants to eat cock.. well.. unless your name is Mrs. Rodg- JR: HEY! I take a lot of your crap.. but let's leave my lady out of this, please. DD: Damn, fine. JR: McCall right back up and uber-pissed as Levine is just laughing! DD: And rightfully so, he just made a funny! JR: Made a funny? DD: Riiiiiiight. JR: McCall lunges forward.. Dane with a superkick, but McCall ducks! Levine turns around.. Lucas spins.. [Thwap!] and just wastes Levine in the face with a rolling elbow! Levine hit the mat like a lump of bricks! McCall quickly lifts him up.. standing headscissors.. a first for Lucas McCall!! He lifts.. and holds.. [Before dropping down.. TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!] [MIXED POP!!!] DD: Piledriver!! Old school, baby! JR: Gotta enjoy the piledriver, well, unless you are Dane Levine right now. DD: McCall is mad, Jake, he looks really mad right now, dare I say evilly revitalized?! JR: And here goes Lucas McCall!! He's just stomping the.. DD: Sheeit. JR: Yes! He truly is stomping the sheeit out of a prone and downed Dane Levine! The Dynasty is getting stomping straight to China! DD: What?! JR: ... the cover! One!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!! Th-KICKOUT!!!! [And with the kickout comes Rembrandt back to his feet.. behind Lucas McCall.. who has no idea.. as he turns.. right into the arms of Rembrandt!!] [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: T-BONE SUPLEX!! Rembrandt just planted McCall right on his skull!! And he's pouncing like a predator after the prey! He rolls McCall onto his stomach as McCall is trying to get to the ropes.. Rembrandt gets over him.. hooking the leg with his own.. [...] DD: STF!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Big Pop!] JR: Rembrandt has the STF, the very dangerous submission maneuver locked on near the ropes! McCall is desperately trying to reach those ropes with his free arm!! He's inches away but the pain.. he's gotta be in tremendous, excruciating pain! [That he is.. as McCall grunts his pains out loud.. reaching evermore for the ropes.. mere inches away as Rembrandt pulls back and back with such fierce intensity most viewers cringe at the stretch.] DD: Almost there, damnit!! Don't quit now!! Be a man!! [Semi-pop as Dirk's pleas are answered in the form of McCall grasping the rope with his free hand.. Rembrandt torqueing back once more for safe measure before releasing the hold.. getting back to his feet.. roughly the same time Levine does across the ring..] JR: This doesn't bode well for Dane Levine who's just gotten his bearings back under him.. [Heel Pop!] and well.. DD: You can say it. JR: That pansy just exited stage left! DD: He's a smart man! He's outgunned, so, he'll recuperate more outside the ring. JR: If that's what you call it.. I call it backing out like a weakling. Levine is standing at ringside as Remmy just shakes his head and returns his gaze upon the kneeling Lucas McCall.. DD: Rembrandt is gonna take his frustration out on this Bostonian badboy.. JR: I feel bad for Lucas McCall right now.. Remmy pulling him up to his feet and pushed back into the ropes.. Irish whip, reversed by McCall! Off the farside goes Rem-, [Thud!! Boooo!!] and Levine just grabbed Rembrandt's feet on the rebound causing Remmy to eat the mat! And look at Levine! [Cut to Levine who has backed away and points and laughs as Remmy gets right back up.. about to go outside before..] DD: McCall pulling this machine back into the ring.. kick to the stomach doubles over the killer.. standing headscissors.. JR: McCall lifts! [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!] [Mixed Pop!!!] DD: _Big_ powerbomb from Lucas McCall! And Levine is now frantically searching under the ring.. [Hardcore Pop!!] DD: And he's pulled out a table!! Levine slides it into the ring as McCall goes for the cover!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Th-Kickout!!!!!!!! [Wow! Close! Pop!] JR: Close call for Rembrandt, and for Levine for that matter who took a big risk pulling that table in the ring over breaking up a near fall count! DD: He knew Remmy would kick out, why waste his energy? JR: I highly doubt that was his path of thinking. DD: Like you know? JR: Well, no. DD: So can it. [Levine is in the ring now.. setting up that table.. as he props it into a corner as McCall gets to his feet and looks on with slight surprise.. then with a smirk as Levine locks eyes with him.. they both point at Rembrandt and laugh!] [Heel Pop!!] JR: Ya know, I hate Rembrandt as much as I hate McBaine.. but this is uncalled for and cheap! DD: Hey man.. you gotta do what you gotta do! JR: McCall lifting Remmy back to his fe-, no! Levine went for a spinning heel kick to the back of McCall's head but he saw it coming and ducked! DD: Hehehe, never trust a black man named Chip! JR; What?! DD: Ever seen Screwed?! JR: Nope. DD: Damn. JR: Levine quickly to his feet! Remmy back on the mat and McCall is waiting for the right time to strike! Levine turns! [Ohhhh!!] Kick to the balls by McCall!! [Ohhhh!!] And another! [Ohhhhhh!] Third times a charm as Levine just slumps onto the mat! DD: That's the DE-BALLER, Jake! Lucas has this match won! JR: Remmy is stirring and McCall makes the cover! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Rembrandt lunges.. but it's too late!!!!!!!] TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! [Heel Pop!!!] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] DD: Lucas won!! Hell yes, he won!! JR: What a fast-paced exchange by these three warriors of the ring! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. LUCAS MCCALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DD: It's not over yet, Jake, Rembrandt looks royally pissed! [That's right.. Remmy is up and scowling at Lucas McCall.. then the table.. then back at Lucas McCall.. before coming down hard on the back of McCall's head with clubbing fists!!] DD: Extracurricular! JR: What a sore loser! Remmy has McCall back to his feet.. irish whip at that table propped in the corner!! [Disappointment Pop!!] JR: But McCall stopped dead in his tracks right in front of the table.. he's pointing to his skull!! DD: Incoming!!!! JR: McCall turns!!! [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MASSIVE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: BIG TIME!! BIG TIME SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE CORNER BY REMBRANDT!!! JR: REMBRANDT JUST WASTED LUCAS McCALL!! HE GOT HIS PAYBACK!! DD: And what payback that was!! JR: My God.. we gotta get the ring crew down here to clean this all up.. we gotta get people down here to wake up Lucas McCall.. what an explosive night folks! We gotta get things back under control. DD: What?! Says who? JR: Just.. damn, things are breaking down early here. DD: Your basic night in the Grand Isle that we are definitely becoming accustomed to. JR: Damn right. And the night is about to get darker.. as we are being told we have some comments from our "esteemed" Heavyweight Champion.. DD: Rock! Roll footage! |
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| blibblab | Jun 17 2008, 05:45 PM Post #4 |
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[The camera cuts to find us lost within the sea of dingy and dusty vehicles belonging to those who have gathered to watch a night of rustic violence... otherwise known as Grand Isle Wrestling. The camera slowly surveys all the vehicles before locking on to one black pickup truck in particular. This one vehicle has one facet that the other vehicles do not... it has the Grand Isle Heavyweight Champion... the man known as "Bad Eye" McBaine, sitting on its bed.] [McBaine is silent as the camera approaches, dressed only in a black tank top, jeans and boots. Around his neck is the chain that he has used to alter many peoples lives since entering the GIW. On his should sits the Heavyweight title, dried blood streaks covering it and all. In his hand he holds what appears to be a bit of dirt which he watches quite intently through his matted vines of hair.] McBaine: Honor... [McBaine smooths the bit of dirt in the palm of his hand with his thumb.] McBaine: There used to be a time when the word HONOR actually meant something... [McBaine pauses for just a moment, still lost in the wonder of the earth within his hand.] McBaine: There was a time when a man would say what he would do... and do it... There once was a time when a man's word, actually meant that he would follow through with all that he believed... There was once a time when the TRUST WORTHY actually filled these 'arenas'... [McBaine cocks his head to one side as he continues.] McBaine: It was because of this belief I allowed a particular man in this federation an OPPORTUNITY... a chance to become more than he could ever reach on his own especially since being breed from such... miserable surroundings... I offered Russell the chance to be called my friend... And just like that... [With a single breath McBaine blows the dirt from his hand.] McBaine: He gave it up... [McBaine looks directly into the camera, face set in stone through his stringy jet black hair.] McBaine: And for what reason? [McBaine's lips slowly begin to curl into a twisted smirk.] McBaine: Cause he wants to be just like me... [McBaine pauses for a brief moment as he holds one finger up to the camera.] McBaine: He wants to have my title... [McBaine holds up a second finger as his smirk grows a bit more.] McBaine: He wants to have my courage... [McBaine holds up a third finger...] McBaine: But most of all... he wants to have my reputation... [McBaine's chest trembles violently as he tries to capture the laughter escaping him.] McBaine: If you really wanted to be me, Russell... you should have just accepted the position I offered you... After all, there can only be ONE McBaine... BUT there may be many on my side... [McBaine looks towards the ground as the vines of hair cover his face.] McBaine: Just ask the two men who joined me last week... Rembrandt... Pegasus... Science and Power... Who says I don't plan for the future?? [The twisted joy in McBaine's face returns.] McBaine: But unfortunately for yourself, Russell... you see only about 2 feet in front of you. You saw the chance to attack me from behind again... and took it... Bravo Russell... [McBaine holds up a single finger to the camera.] McBaine: But what you failed to realize is that if you REALLY want to be the next McBaine... I will have to bring you to it... [McBaine's eye falls back to the ground.] McBaine: Just remember Russell... You brought this on yourself... [McBaine begins to nod his head slowly...] McBaine: You brought it on yourself... [Cut.] DD: The gauntlet has just down thrown down! Bring it Brady! It's your ass now, partner! JR: Yee-haw? DD: Damnit! Don't downplay the glory! JR: Riiiiiiiight.. I'm not downplaying our champion, none in the least.. although I think the man to be a scoundrel and a bigot and a ch- DD: A what?! JR: He's still our champ. DD: Damn straight. JR: I guess we can follow that up with something to make you even more happy, huh? DD: Like what? JR: A City Jack promo! DD: Bastard. [Shot comes to the outside of the Grand Isle Medical Unit on a blustery, overcast day. Coming out of the clinic is the big GIW TV Champ, City Jack. He wears a "Grand Isle" T-shirt, jeans, and a windbreaker that just nearly fits his tubby frame. Along with that, he sports a pretty ugly looking stitched-up gash over his left eye as well as none-to-pleased look on his face. The wind starts to kick up again, prompting Jack to wave the camera on over to the hospital.] CJ: Come on in here for now... [Jack holds the door open and then enters in the smallish clinic himself.] CJ: Now I can't say this here's the grandest place I'd want to do one of these things, but them doctors forced me into it. They say I got to rest for a couple some days until my bones get all healed up. [Jack shakes his head.] CJ: "No sir," I had to tell that doctor in there. Not after that show, certainly no way in this green Earth would this sob not step back in that ring, no matter the condition... "No sir," would I just let that there attack go by and show up on them backstabbin' monsters. [City lets out a little snarl.] CJ: Now, sure, I'll be the man to admit that there McBaine had me good. If there was just a second more on that there clock, my time as undefeated champion would be as dead my ol' Aunt Sally. He done give me this here gash and I'll say on hell of beatin' I never done had in quite some while. [Jack nods.] CJ: But I'll tell ya what - I gave as good as I got on that McBaine. I showed him what it is to mess with ol' City Jack when you're not man enough face me one-on-one. I show that there beast what one gets when you done ignite the fire inside me and let me get a rollin'. But then that coward... [Jack nods empathically.] CJ: Yes, that there coward - "Bad Eye" McBaine couldn't leave none of them things alone. No sir, he had to bring a couple o' pals to even up them odds against him when he tried to ol' City Jack after that match. Now before I go on... [For once, we see a smile from the TV Champ.] CJ: I do have to say some thanks to Russ Brady and that Leviticus Nelson. I do remember when I first saw that Leviticus fellow and I'll say... Biggest thing I done ever seen in all my time and I'm damn sure honored to have fought, just a second or two, on your side. But back to that last time out... [Jack's smile goes away as quickly as it came up.] CJ: Now I got no problem with fightin' after the match, but putting that there Rembrandt fellow in that ring... No, that wasn't right at all. [City Jack narrows his eyes a bit.] CJ: I can't say I know a damned thing about ya, but hitting me like you did? Liftin' me up and then smacking me right back down to that mat, no strugglin'? Sure, damn sure impressive. You done caught my attention... But I'll say it'll only come back to bite you back. Hell, you want a fight? You just come along, get in my face and tell me so - I'll be damned sure to put the belt to ya and show you don't mess with this sob. [Jack shakes his head again, at a loss for words.] CJ: Thinking a couple hits and a couple ol' cracks at my left peg here'll put me out, getting that other monster of a friend of yours my title by default? No sir, not at all. That Tel-e-vision title? That's my pride, that's my babe - no shanked up legs, wounds, cuts, or broken bones would keep me from defending that title. I'd say I thought I was angry for that there McBaine fight, but this... [City gives a silent "whoo".] CJ: This here fight with you, Pegasus, you're going to get on pissed off bigman coming straight at ya. Who you are? Don't know, don't care. Big? Yeah, don't care though. Seem like you got some power, some moves, maybe some impressive history? Yeah, this one don't care none. Ya see, Pegasus, not only did ya try to mess with me, and not only did ya try to help them cowards, but you know what? [CJ shakes his head again, but with a smile.] CJ: You're going for my title, and there's nothing stoppin' me from stompin' you for that. [Jack nods and walks out of the hospital, into the windy outside as the shot fades out.] DD: Goddamn!! Sonofabitch!! I HHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE City Jack! JR: Settle down, Tripp Sh- DD: Is he a free agent? [Hint hint, Frank.] JR: Well, we've heard from City Jack.. so let's now hear from the monster that is his challenger.. the colossal man known as Pegasus. [Open to backstage. We see the mammoth six feet, ten inch tall "surfer." We only see from the waist up, and the camera seems to be at an upward angle, adding to the size factor, as we can see the ceiling. Pegasus motions with his pointer finger and the camera zooms in. He cross his arms over his chest.] Pegasus: I have to love first reactions. I love the thrill of the big man in the field turning around and seeing he's not alone anymore. I love watching people scatter as they see the new boys who're coming to the game. [He pauses for a moment and smiles.] Pegasus: I think seek and destroy says it all. City Jack? [He shakes his head, his blonde locks swaying about his shoulders.] Pegasus: I don't know a thing about you. I don't care a thing about you. Indifference is going to be your worst enemy. You're just an appetizer before I get to the main course. [A grin.] Pegasus: You're with Nelson. You're cool with him, I guess. I assume that means he'll be taking notes. That's even better than I could hope for. Maybe... _just_ maybe, he'll feel a bit of remorse after the dust clears. Maybe... _just_ maybe, he'll come down to help you out. Maybe... _just_ maybe, I'll get to do to him what I intended to do last week. [Still the same grin.] Pegasus: To both of you. Believe it or not, City Jack. What you wear around your waist is of little consequence to me. It's where you're going to end up after our encounter. Believe me. [Still grinning.] Pegasus: I'm coming at you with bad intentions. [Cut back to ringside.] DD: Bad intentions from a bad man!! JR: Trouble is afoot for our Television champ it seems.. so let's take it over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is for the GIW TELEVISION TITLE!!! [POP!!] Introducing first.. the challenger.. [Angus Young brings the opening strains of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long (live)" to life.] RA: Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee and weighing in at 348 pounds! Here is... PEGASUS! [Pegasus emerges from the entrance portal. His hair tied back into a loose ponytail. His ring attire consists of bi-colored, long tights. The outer and lower portion of his legs are a dark pink. The The inner thigh and upper portion of the trunks are a gold color. Across his rear is a dark pink winged-horse. He's also sporting dark pink boots with the back portion of the boot being gold and the colors divided by a black line. Black brace-like elbowpads with the elbow portion being a dark pink. He strides to the ring with confidence and a smirk crosses his face. He climbs the steps to the ring apron and then steps in over the top rope. He looks out to the crowd and strikes a biscep flex.] DD: These fans don't respect anything great.. to boo Pegasus is like booing the Pope! JR: Riiiiiight. AH: And his opponent.. ["Classical Gas" by the late Chet Atkins starts up as City Jack walks out to the aisle, GIW Television title in hand. The crowd pops as the champ raises his belt in the air, and CJ nods to the reaction. From last week's match, Jack's got a visible, yet scabbed-up wound above the left eye, and still looks worse-for-wear. But nonetheless, Jack's smilin' as he comes down to the ring, pointing at the crowd for pops and then pointing at Pegasus, along with some trash talking as he enters the ring.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds.. and he hails from Liberty, Kentucky.. here is the GIW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! [POP!!] CITY JACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Jack rolls into the ring.. gets up and jigs to the delight of the crowd.. then refocusing his attention on the mammoth beast that is Pegasus.] DD: Rest in peace.. City Jack. ----------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Television Title Match!! City Jack [c] vs. Pegasus Written By: Mike Gilliland ----------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: City Jack, the consummate people's cha-.. err, the consummate professional circling the ring now as the blonde giant Pegasus looks on with a smile.. DD: And why not? He's got at least half a foot on this tub of sheeit and he's a ruthless monster with the backing of guys like "Bad Eye" McBaine and- [HEEEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!!] [And even before Dirk can finish that sentence, Rembrandt comes flying down to the ring.. of course, in the blindspot of the circling Television champion. He slides in and gets to his feet.. glaring evilly at the backside of City Jack as the fans boo ruthlessly as Pegasus continues to smile at Jack!] DD: Rembrandt is here!! City Jack has no idea, and I am officially in heaven! JR: Turn around Jack, damnit, for your own good, turn around! [And that he does.] [TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!] DD: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! WHO'S NEXT?! [...] JR: Good lord, Rembrandt with a lethal spear just took the three hundred-plus pounder.. our Television champ right down onto the mat! Remmy up and grabbing the right arm of Jack.. good God no! Don't do it Rembrandt! DD: Bah! Don't listen to Jake! [And as Pegasus glares down an indecisive Referee Francois, Rembrandt leans back and tugs on that right arm.. effectively locking in a jujigatame AKA a cross armbreaker!] JR: Jujigatame! Rembrandt is trying to break that arm of City Jack!! Damnit Eli, do something! This isn't called for, Rembrandt shouldn't even be out here! DD: Hey, whatever happened to that fight to the winner deal? No disqualifications and all that jazz?! JR: There is also a circumstance where it's necessary! This is sick, this is brutal! DD: This is goddamn righteous. JR: Rembrandt looks ruthless, he's sick. He's already laid out Lucas McCall and now he's trying to break aprt a damn fan favorite, a damn good man.. and a damn fine champion! [Pop!] JR: And finally Francois is trying to get Remmy off of Jack! DD: Riiiiiiiiight. Like this plan of attack is gonna work! [Francois.. aged but determined begins to pull on Rembrandt, almost actually breaking the hold.. Heel Pop!! ..that is, before Pegasus lifted Francois up by the collar.] JR: Oh!! Real big man, a damn near seven footer picking on the referee?! DD: Maybe he just wants Francois to be in the right position to count! JR: Riiiiiiight. [Pan quickly on a yelling and hurt City Jack trying to get out of the cross armbreaker to no avail.] DD: Kick to the stomach by Pegasus! [HEEL POP!!] He just kicked the referee in the stomach.. and oh my.. standing headscissors! JR: Good lord no! DD: He lifts! [And whips down.. ..down.. ..down.. TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!] DD: JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB ON REFEREE FRANCOIS!! HOT DAMN HOW AWESOME!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: This match is over before it has even begun but we need some damn help out here! That psycho Rembrandt still has that jujigatame locked in.. and Pegasus.. no! DD: He's lifting Francois back up for another powerbo- [MONSTER POP!!!!!] JR: HERE COMES NELSON!! HERE COMES BRADY!!! DD: Get out of there Remmy, run Pegs!! Leave while you are ahead!! [Evil minds think alike as Remmy release and rolls out.. Pegs going over the top rope and to the floor as Brady and Nelson slide into the ring. Nelson just glares down Pegasus.. the two monsters exchanging devil eyes as Pegs backpedals up the entranceway with Rembrandt.. Brady checking on both Francois and City Jack..] JR: This is goddamn horrible. Those two.. along with McBaine have got to be stopped. DD: Oh c'mon now.. the Grand Isle is just starting to get fun. JR: Riiiiiiight. Jack is hurt, but he's sitting up now clutching that right arm which has got to be damaged in the least, Rembrandt did a number on Jack but I'll be the first to say it.. Remmy will get his. DD: Doubtful. JR: Francois is sitting up as well, and it just goes to show the toughness of that pesky old man.. DD: Sitting up? If sitting up is being held up by Russ Brady, well, then you are correct. JR: Fans, let's go to something more civil while we get our ONLY referee's bearings under him.. roll some footage please. |
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| blibblab | Jun 17 2008, 05:46 PM Post #5 |
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[Fade in to the lockerroom area, where none other than GIW's boy next door, Jamie Roth, is sitting on a bench, lacing his boots. Standing behind him is his manager Angie, who is massaging his shoulders. While she looks rather confident and is basically all smiles, Jamie appears to be a bit antsy.] A: You seem a bit tense, Jamie. Maybe a bit more tense than usual... JR: I dunno, Ang'. After last week, I really don't like the idea of teaming up with Destiny against Mashima and Kellan one bit. I mean, hell, it's bad enough I've gotta team up with Shane...but then I've gotta team up with him against the two dudes he tried to Pearl Harbor with Cutler last week? I dunno about you, but that kinda sucks for me. [Angie sighs restlessly, but she seems to know where Jamie's coming from.] A: Look, dearie, it's no big deal; I mean, it's not like you're friends with Rob or Mash, right? JR: Well, they've got the same ideals I do, Ang'. That's cool and all...but to try to beat them with Destiny, no less, would feel like I'm betraying 'em. Damn. I don't know what's worser predicament -- attempting to find a good Chinese food joint around here or this... "situation." A: You and the Chinese food again... [Just then, there's a knock on the door. Jamie and Angie trade looks -- cautious looks, at that -- briefly...and then Jamie responds.] JR: Come in, I guess... [The doors opens as the pair watch on and in peers the head of Robert Kellan. Looking a bit hesitant, he walks in, his massive frame dwarfing the pair, yet his aura is one that intimidates them none. He steps in, facing Roth as he speaks.] RK: I just wantd to come thank you for last week Jamie. You went way out of your way to do what you did and me and Mash, we both wanted you to know we appreciate it. [Angie smiles, Jamies nodding in acknowlegement.] RK: With everything going around all over the place here I can understand if you don't understand with me or don't accept it but I thought I'd come see you anyhow. This whole tag tournament has everyone on edge and of course its just your luck to get teamed up with someone you can't stand. But remember Jamie, friend or not, this is just business tonight. Me and Mash are damn well determined to get those titles, no matter what or who we have to go through. [Roth seems to become a bit concerned, standing up, a few feet away from Kellan. The big man smiles, lifting a hand in a show of peace.] RK: No man, you know me better then that. It's all business, we are winning that match but I can tell you this much, no matter what, you're getting a clean match from us. You're not going to see any of that crap from the two of us. We want a clean match as much as anyone. [Kellan smirks as he reaches out a hand, looking for a hand shake.] RK: Tell you what, after we beat you I'll take you our for a beer. God knows I could use one these days. [Jamie gladly accepts the handshake...but Angie pops in with a comment.] A: You know, I think you should realize that Jamie's last experience with alcohol was when he had to disinfect a cut or something. So, if I were you, I'd keep an eye on the kid. [Angie glances at Jamie with a devilish/flirtatious smirk as Jamie just looks a bit, well, pissed-off.] JR: "Kid"?! A: Honey, _I've_ had more beers than you. [Kellan smirks at the rapport between the two. Jamie blushes a bit and shakes his head.] JR: Well, I'll see you out there, dude. May the best man win. By the way, just so you know -- I don't believe that "wifebeater" crap for a second. [Kellan seems somewhat flustered, even bothered by the bringing up of his 'situation', but does his best to compose himself, taking a breath and clearing his throat.] RK: Anyone who does has another thing coming. Lydia and I are fine, we'll take care of it, we always do. [He looks at the pair, smiling.] RK: I am sure you two, if anyone around here, understands where this is coming from. Lucas thinks his stupid games are getting to me and... [He looks at the pair again.] ...and well they are but that doesn't matter. That's my worry, I'll take care of him before this is over. Right now, I've got bigger and better things to worry about, bigger and better then anything he'll ever get. But remember Jamie, it's business, nothing personal. You take care of your thing...we'll take care of ours...may the best man win. [Kellan smiles.] RK: But, when all is said and done, no matter what happens, I owe you one man and I always repay my debts... Always. [At this point, Kellan makes his exit as Jamie nods slowly. He turns around and looks at Angie.] JR: Man...he looks a lot bigger up close. A: [sighs] Do you always make these useless comments? [As usual, Jamie's response is a grin and a shrug. Fade.] DD: Well, it's official.. Angie is a front. JR: Huh? DD: It's so blatently obvious that Jaime Roth likes to take the cock right up the poopchute. JR: DIRK! DD: Hey man, promos don't lie. JR: True enough. DD: I wonder what Shane Destiny is wondering right now. JR: Classy segue! DD: I'm no Kendrick Lane, but I try. JR: [sighs] [Fade in. Shane Destiny sitting on a bench. Roxie's behind him. Do you really need more of a setting?] 2SD: Seems like th' same song an' dance every time I come t' this festerin' stinkpit. This whole "can Destiny an' Roth get along?" crap is gettin' kind o' tirin'. Especially since people are too fond o' pushin' m' limits. [Destiny rubs the back of his head.] 2SD: But we've got t' team. We don't have a choice. As much as I don't want t' rely on him -- I have t'. As much as I want t' drill his empty skull int' th' canvas, I can't. As much as I want t' pop that little glory-hound whore he drags around with him, I can't. Th' first two ain't exactly related to th' third, since m' momma always told me to never hit a lady. But Angie -- y'er pushin' it. If y' keep stickin' y'er nose in m' business, it ain't just Roxie y' have t' worry about -- I'll drive y' int' a hole so deep in th' ground, y' will be halfway t' th' core o' th' earth. [Destiny pauses.] 2SD: So, Jamie Roth. We're teamin' again. Y' have one more chance not t' screw things up. We're just two steps away from gettin' gold, an' as much as I don't want t' have t' share a title with y', gold is gold, an' I'll take it any way I can get it. I already softened up one o' our opponents -- an' was goin' t' d' more until y' decided t' be a hero -- so our work is half-done. But Roth -- I'm warnin' y'. Do _not_ screw this up for me -- 'cause it will be the last mistake y' make in y'er career. [With that, we fade.] DD: Looks like he's ready! I sorta hope Jaime roth messes up, I wanna see Shane just waste that pedo. JR: Pedo? DD: Pedophile.. he who fizzucks little boys. JR: Very.. educational. DD: I thought so. JR: Anyhow, let's kick it over to Hervez for the official introductions to this _huge_ semi-final contest! [Cut to wavering Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled for one fall.. and eet ees a semi-final match een our GIW TAG TITLES TOURNAMENT! [POP!!] Introducing first.. [The opening riffs to "Single" by 26 Weeks begins blaring over the PA. The crowd is quick to pop face as none other than Jamie Roth emerges from the entrance portal, led by the lovely Angie. Roth is in his usual ring attire: arbon-colored tights with flames going up the side of each leg, white boots, and white athletic tape around his wrists. He's also wearing a sleeveless GIW shirt. Angie is dressed in a black "Stone Temple Pilots" tee and a pair of flared khaki pants.] AH: Coming to the ring.. he is accompanied by Angie [POP!].. he weighs in tonight at 221 pounds and he hails from St. Louis, Missouri.. here is.. JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Jamie gladly high-fives several ringside fans as he makes his way towards the ring, as does Angie. Jamie then hops onto the ring apron and sits down on the middle rope, allowing Angie to enter the ring. He follows her inside and perches himself on the middle turnbuckle, looking out to the crowd with a wide grin, soaking in the cheers. At the same time, Angie motions towards him.] DD: 8 year olds, dude. AH: And his partner.. ["Hello Pricks" by Sick of it All. Don't you feel like this sometimes?] # Don't be a prick in the roses # # No one's impressed with your lack of respect # # We're all black sheep and we know it! # # So don't fuck it up for the rest! # AH: Weighing in at 233 pounds, and hailing from Southern Pines, North Carolina, he is accompanied to the ring by Roxie -- "SWEET DREAMS" SHANE DESTINY! [Shane Destiny makes his appearance, with Roxie faithfully by his side. Destiny grins widely as the GIW fans steadily boo him, soaking it all in.] # So good, so far, it's been our right # # Could we be more blessed? # # It's so sad to see aggression so misguided and misplaced # # Heads up! Throw down! Blood will spill! # # We're only human here! # # It's where I thought not to be a slave to human fault # [Destiny slowly walks to the ring, smiling as each fan voices their displeasure. Destiny is dressed in baggy-as-fuck zebra-striped pants, black wrestling boots, and his wrists are taped with black electrical tape. Roxie is dressed in a matching miniskirt and a tight black babydoll shirt with her name across the front in white right across her chest. Destiny wears a black bandana underneath his long bleached-blond hair, and his fingernails are painted black.] # We swear we're here for the fun and to release the angst # # From this we feel, we deal, don't deprive us of that right # # Stand up to those who think they're king # # Let them know they're wrong # # Stand up for things that will keep this action going strong # [Did we mention that Destiny is taking his sweet time getting to the ring? Pointing and giggling at the fans with Roxie can take up a lot of time, you know. Destiny starts to climb the steps up into the ring, but changes his mind to engage in a loooooooooong smooch with Roxie, which the crowd boos.] # Don't make a name for yourself # # By stressing out everyone else # # And don't bring your personal wars # # Through -- these -- doors! # [Destiny _finally_ gets into the ring, as the song is actually coming to a close, as the referee checks him for weapons.] AH: And their opponents.. 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. 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. ] RA: His partner, from Beaumont, Texas, weighing in 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. 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: It's time.. it's time.. it's WIFEBEATER TIME! AH: And his partner.. [The Suicide Dragon, the image of a Chinese-style dragon, in green on a black background, holding a shotgun's barrel against its temple floods the Extreme Screen as At The Drive-In's "Arc Arsenal" begins to weep over the P.A. The house lights dim slightly as the song kicks into its first verse, the Suicide Dragon fading into the Extreme Screen's background...] ##Must have read a thousand faces...## ##Must have robbed them of their cause...## ##Sickened thirst, sickened thirst keeps it together...## [The curtain is thrown back, revealing a well-muscled man of average height. His torso is bare, muscles rippling, and his face is hidden behind a black leather BDS&M mask, sewn shut, in white, at the mouth. Black couroroy pants, rolled, and black All-Star sneakers complete his ring apparel. He stands stone still in the aisle's entrance, turning his eyes to gaze out upon the mass of humanity gathered around him.] ##Soft white glow in the cranium...## ##A bull's eye made sedated...## ##Beware.## ##Beware.## [The guitars rev up as he walks, slow and seemingly at ease. His poise is remarkable, his spine stiff but his motions fluid. Slowly, slowly, he stalks the ring, making a circuit and pausing at the foot of the steel steps. Taking each in time, he pauses at the crest, turning his head to slowly take in the crowd once more, soaking in cheers with raised fist and head bowed.] AH: Hailing from Nippon Japan... ##Must have read a thousand faces...## ##And all these voices won't give up.## ##Sickened thirst, sickened thirst...## ##Glues it together...## AH: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... [He slips between the ropes, standing before a set of turnbuckle pads, his arms folded upon his chest...] ##A catatonic leisure...## ##At 10,000 miles per hour...## AH: That Hardcore Mutha' Truckin' Purodore... ##Beware.## ##Beware.## AH: He is... HARISOTO MAAASHIIIIIMMMMMMAAAAAAAA!!! ##Beware.## [The music fades, the lights come up.] JR: What a contest we have for you here folks, four young bucks going at it with the chance at the GIW Tag titles at stake! DD: Yippee. -------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Semi-Finals of Tag Titles Tournament!!! Harisoto Mashima/Robert Kellan vs. Jaime Roth/Shane Destiny Written By: Donkey Punch Patrick -------------------------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [Destiny nails Mashima from behind with a stiff forearm, dropping the Japanese native to his knees. He drags him back up to his feet and grabs him into a waistlock, tossing him over his head and into a release German suplex! Heel pop!] JR: HUGE German suplex by Shane Destiny to start this match! DD: Hey, he destroyed this chop suey bastard the last time they met. It ain't surprising. [With Mashima dazed, Destiny pulls him back to his feet and grabs him with another waistlock, ready to unleash another German suplex. However, as he throws Mashima over his head, Mash somersaults in mid-air, managing to land on his feet! Face pop! Destiny turns around...] *TWACK!* [Face pop!] JR: Standing sidekick right to the jaw by Mashima! DD: Damn lucky shot! JR: Mashima's got him set-up... ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [Face pop!] JR: A release German suplex by Mashima! He returns the favor to Shane Destiny! DD: Who the hell does this slant think he is!? JR: Dirk...watch your language. DD: What? You're afraid that I'll offend the massive Asian demographic our show brings in? JR: ..... [Mashima pulls Destiny to his feet and backs him up with a series of chops...] *SMACK!!!* "WHOO!!" *SMACK!!!* "WHOO!!" *SMACK!!!* "WHOO!!" *SMACK!!!* "WHOO!!" JR: Mashima is just laying it into Shane Destiny with those chops! He's got him reeling! DD: Those sissy bitchslaps??? You actually think they affect Shane!? JR: Yeah. DD: Well then... [Mashima, having backed Destiny into the ropes, slings him towards the opposite ropes. He attempts to scoop up the North Carolina native, but Destiny lands behind him. However, just as his feet hit the ground, Mashima shoots his leg out...] ______SMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!______ Crowd: OH!!! DD: Holy crap! JR: Standing sidekick right to the jaw! Shane Destiny might be out cold! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!! [HEEL POP!] DD: Yeah! That's my mo' fo! JR: ...... [Looking a bit disappointed, Mashima gets up and tags in Robert Kellan. The big man quickly enters the ring and scoops Destiny up into a side salto position and drops him across his knee harshly to some "Ooh's!" from the crowd. He holds on, spinning Destiny around and dropping him across his knee once more. Not quite done yet, he holds on, this time tossing Destiny onto his shoulder. He points to the corner and charges into the turnbuckles, slamming Shane into it back-first and quickly spinning around, shaking the ring with a running powerslam! Face pop!!] JR: The power that Robert Kellan possesses is just shocking at times. He almost broke Shane Destiny in half! DD: I heard he did the same thing to get Lydia to drop Johnny outta the womb. JR: God, can't we go through one night without having you making wifebeater jokes? DD: Once again, I must ask..."Who's joking?" [Kellan pulls Destiny to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a military press. However, before he can complete the move, Shane slips out and spins around, catching Kellan with an elbow to the jaw! Temporarily stunned, Kellan backs off a bit as Destiny continues his sudden assault, nearly taking Kellan's head off with a STIFF lariat!] JR: I've NEVER seen Robert Kellan taken down like that! What power Shane Destiny must possess! DD: It hurt, don't it Robby!? Share Lydia's pain, ya' bastard! FEEL WHAT SHE FEELS EVERY NIGHT!!! JR: ..... [Destiny presses on, pulling Kellan to his feet. Uneasy on his feet, Kellan stumbles a bit. Destiny grabs him and shocking drops Robert Kellan on his head with an Exploder suplex!] ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE HEEL POP!] JR: SHANE DESTINY DROPPED ROBERT KELLAN ON HIS NECK!!! HE'S GOT A WIFE AND KID, DAMNIT!!! DD: And they're probably breathing a sigh of relief as Shane Destiny moves them one step closer to freedom from his domestic violence ways! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-NO!!! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! [FACE POP!] JR: But Destiny won't let up! He's choking Kellan! [A well-timed bit of distraction by Roxie and Shane's off to the races. However, Jamie Roth screams at Eli Francois, pointing out his partner's blatent cheating. The old referee gets back to the job and pulls Destiny off Kellan!] DD: What the hell is that idiot doing!? JR: Jamie Roth wants this match to be fought cleanly...I don't see anything wrong with that. DD: You know...I'm not even surprised you came up with a lame-ass excuse defending that sissy-boy. [Clearly angered by his partner's actions, Destiny confronts Roth. He grabs Roth and pulls him over the ropes and into the ring. They stare at each other for a moment, before Roth realizes that he's been technically tagged in.] JR: Jamie Roth and Shane Destiny having some difficulties. DD: Roth's lucky that Shane hasn't ripped his eyes out and shoved them up his butt so he can watch Shane kick the crap outta him by now. [Roth allows Kellan to get back up to his feet, before catching him with a side headlock. However, Kellan easily manuevers him around and lifts Roth up for a belly-to-back suplex. At the peak of the lift, Jamie shifts his weight forward and Kellan ends up getting caught with a headlock takeover! Kellan gets back to his feet, only to be taken down by a step-up enzuigiri! Mixed pop!] JR: Jamie Roth, using his speed to his advantage against Robert Kellan! DD: God...notice how much more boring this match is now that Destiny isn't in the ring? JR: Shut up, Dirk. [Roth leaps over the top rope and lands onto the ring apron. He slingshots himself onto the top rope and springboards off, launching himself towards Robert Kellan. However, Kellan times it just right...] ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! JR: POWERSLAM!!! ROBERT KELLAN CAUGHT JAMIE ROTH IN MID-AIR AND ABSOLUTELY __PLANTED__ HIM!!! [Kellan sticks Roth's head between his legs and lifts.] JR: HE'S GOING FOR A POWERBOMB!!! DD: DO IT!!! CRUSH THAT BOYSCOUT!!! [As Kellan lifts Jamie into the air and onto his shoulders, he meets some resistance, as the youngster begins to pummel him with several punches! HUGE MIXED POP!] JR: Jamie Roth! Jamie Roth! Jamie Roth! DD: Stop screaming his name, JR...it's disturbing. JR: ..... [Roth then snaps back, flipping Robert Kellan over with a rana! Kellan gets back to his feet, staggered. Jamie grabs Kellan in a front facelock and runs toward the corner, kicking himself off the turnbuckles in a tornado DDT attempt. However, Kellan still has the presense of mind to simply shove him off, sending Roth flying! Pop!] JR: Wait! Here comes Destiny! [Seeing an opening, Shane Destiny runs in and grabs Robert Kellan...] JR: Destiny in the ring! He's got Kellan with the waistlock... ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE SHOCKED POP!] DD: Awwwww yeah!!! JR: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON ROBERT KELLAN!!! DESTINY TOSSED HIM LIKE NOTHING!!! [Kellan rolls out of the ring, holding the back of his head, as Mash runs in to confront Destiny. Destiny grabs Mash in mid-charge and throws his arm across the masked man's chest, before lifting him into the air and pivoting 180 degrees, SLAMMING him into the canvas with a Uranage suplex! Heel pop!] JR: HUGE URANAGE SUPLEX BY SHANE DESTINY!!! DD: HE NO RIKEY!!! JR: What!? ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-NO!!! MASHIMA SLIPS THE SHOULDER!! DD: Damn him!!! Damn that man and his mystical oriental martial arts ability!!! JR: He wasn't even the legal man!! DD: Pffftt...who cares? Francois can't even tell the difference. [Undaunted, Destiny pulls Mash up and slings him into the ropes. Ducking under an elbow, Mash rebounds off the ropes...] ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE SHOCKED POP!] JR: HUGE belly-to-belly suplex!!! Shane Destiny is a man possessed!!! He's taking Mashima apart!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! [HUGE FACE POP!] JR: NO!! KELLAN SAVES!! DD: Damn him! Damn his wifebeating hide!!! [MIXED POP!!] JR: But there's Jamie Roth with a missle dropkick to knock Robert Kellan out of the ring!! DD: I'm conflicted...they both suck harder than your mother behind an alley, but they're beating the living hell outta' each other. JR: Dirk...don't even go there. [With Kellan temporarily disposed of, Roth and Destiny whip Mash into the ropes. Destiny lifts him up with a flapjack and falls back. Roth grabs his head on the way down...] Crowd: OH!!! JR: HUGE FLAPJACK/DDT COMBINATION BY ROTH AND DESTINY!! DD: Booyah! [But wait, there's more!] DD: He's getting up!? What the hell is wrong with this goo-... JR: DIRK!!! DD: What? [...] Crowd: OH!!! DD: Goddamn. JR: Mashima *must* be out cold after that! DD: What the hell was it!? JR: It was a combination of moves! A Russian legsweep by Jamie Roth spiked with a reverse neckbreaker by Destiny!! [And well...remember Kellan?] [HUGE FACE POP!!!] JR: ROBERT KELLAN JUST TOOK BOTH OF THEM OUT WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!! DD: Argh! [Kellan pulls Destiny up and whips him into the ropes. He catches him and SLAMS him into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster! HUGE FACE POP!! A slightly dazed Mashima gets to his feet and spots Destiny. He leaps into the air...] [HUGE FACE POP!!!] JR: SUICIDE STAR PRESS BY MASHIMA!!! STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY MASHIMA!!! DD: Nice of you to tell us what the hell that thing was. ONE!!! TWO!!! [HEEL POP!] JR: ROTH WITH THE SAVE!!! He nailed Mashima with that springboard legdrop as he had the pin! DD: Finally! He did something useful!!! [Destiny rolls out of the ring as Robert Kellan charges at Roth. he swings his arm out, going for his Lone Star lariat, but Roth ducks at the last second and catches Kellan with a superkick, sending the big man out of the ring as well! Face pop!] JR: Jaime Roth is cleaning house! DD: Sure...*after* Shane did all the dirty work. ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE FACE POP!] JR: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! Roth is going up! DD: What the hell!? Pin him! Go for the pin! [Roth climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking to finish the match. He takes a deep breath and leaps...] JR: Corkscrew moonsault... ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE SHOCKED POP!] DD: Moron! JR: Nobody home!!! Mashima moves out of the way! ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ Crowd: OHHH!!! JR: Fisherman's buster!!! DD: Roth blew it! He had that damn railroad builder dead to rites and he blew it!!! JR: Mashima's going for the Final Angel Driver! [Mashima lifts, but at the apex of his lift, Roth kicks off, landing behind Mash. He manages to hook his arms from behind in a backslide position...] DD: What the... JR: Roth reversed! He's going for the Spin Cycle!!! DD: He just saved... [...but Mashima shoves him off...] DD: ...himself? [...sending him into Shane Destiny, who has managed to climb back onto the apron. Destiny holds on however, and as Roth turns around...] JR: They collide! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!] JR: HE HIT HIM!!! DESTINY HITS ROTH!!! [Jamie stumbles...] ______TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!______ [HUGE POP!] JR: DRAGON SUPLEX BY MASHIMA!!! DD: Break it up, Shane!!! [Realizing what just happened, Destiny tries to get into the ring, but Robert Kellan pulls him off the apron!] ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [HUGE FACE POP!] DD: [Bleep]! [Bleep]! [Blllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppp]!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: They did it! Robert Kellan and Harisoto Mashima advance to the finals!!! AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winners of the match and moving on to the Tag title tournament finals.. the team of.. ROBERT KELLAN AND HARISOTO MASHIMA!!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG TIME POP!!!] JR: Destiny just cost his team the match.. and look at angie, she's livid! She's walking over to Destiny and Roxie who are standing on the floor.. [Big pop! as angie pushes Roxi aside and gets right in the face of shane Destiny.. who perks up an eyebrow as if surprised .. then waves in her face..] DD: This is trouble! You don't push Roxie around! [Heel Pop!] JR: Oh! Roxie just clubbed Angie in the back of the head! Roxie has her by the arm now.. Irish whip.. [CLANG!!!] DD: Ouch! And hard into the guardrail goes Angie! She moved the damn guardrail at least a foot or two.. what impact! JR: Absolutely uncalled for! Angie wanted to know why Destiny snapped, and now's she's paying for it as that dastardly duo are making their way out of the ringside area.. and what's this? [We pan to Angie.. who rolls back towards the ring.. revealing another woman, a fan, down at ringside.. perhaps on the other end of that guardrail collision.] JR: Oh my, a fan is down. DD: That's no ordinary fan there, Jake, that looks like.. Both: Lydia Kellan! JR: My god, Lydia Kellan is down and she's clutching that ankle.. the security is rushing to her side as we speak fans.. DD: It appears that we have a man on the scene already! [Yes, we do.. a "wholeheartedly concerned" Lucas McCall has sprinted down and hopped the guardrail.. as Robert Kellan is helping Jaime roth up still, not noticing what has gone on since the end of the match.] JR: Great, like he really needs to be out here. DD: Hey, Lucas is a hero.. he's trying to sway a beautiful woman away from a wifebeater, and now he's helping them get Lydia back to her feet.. what a great gu-.. uh-oh. JR: And Robert Kellan sees what we see right now.. his wife hurt.. and Lucas McCall at her aid! And here he comes! DD: Get out of there Lucas! [Kellan tears across the ring.. slides out.. and grabs a hold of Lucas McCall by the head!] [Shocked Pop!!] JR: What?! DD: He's lost it! This adulterous skank! JR: He lifts.. and tosses Lucas McCall into the ringside area! [POP!!] Tee-off time for Robert Kellan as he's just mounted McCall and is raining down fist after fist after fist on the skull of Lucas McCall! DD: Man o man.. McCall is getting whooped! [Yes, the rage of a family man. The security, now seeing another thing breaking down, hop the railing and try to restrain Kellan who has busted McCall wide open with a sick flurry of punches to the face.] JR: Securtiy is trying their best to drag Kellan off McCall.. but boy has this man lost it!! DD: And to think! This man only came out here to help! JR: Robert doesn't know that! DD: Assumptions are.. well.. yeah! JR: Fans, let's send you to some comments from the Outlaw himself, as we get Kellan out of here, Lydia back on her feet, and give McCall, Angie, and Jaime some time to get to the back.. whew! What an explosive night so far! |
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| blibblab | Jun 17 2008, 05:46 PM Post #6 |
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[We cut to the locker room area where "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor is sitting, head tilted back against his metal locker. He's dressed in his boots and jeans, but his duster and Stetson are nowhere to be seen. Taylor rolls his neck, trying to pop it as he drags his finger across the "Mark of the Beast" brand on his chest. Without opening his eyes, he speaks.] BT: Emotions are the captains of our lives... and yet I feel none. I probably should... my heart, mind, body, and soul should probably be overflowing with emotion right now... as I get ready for my second night in a GIW ring. Grand Isle... tell me... what should I be feeling? [Taylor holds up his thumb, wrapped in white tape for the battle that's still to come.] BT: Pride? Should it be pride in the fact that Johnny Black and myself destroyed two people who never should have stepped in a ring with us last time we were here? Pride in the fact that Ryan Faith will likely never wrestle again because of what we did to him. I've ended careers before... of men much better than Ryan Faith. To destroy such a pathetic piece of trash doesn't make me proud. [A second finger pops up, Taylor's eyes still tightly closed.] BT: Frustration? Maybe I should be frustrated at the fact that I extended my hand to Johnny Black.. extended my hand to the man who is almost family to me in some warped sense... and in return, I got nothing. But I'm not. The question still hangs over how Black and I will part ways... as friends or as enemies... but sooner or later... maybe even tonight, we'll know the answer. I feel no frustration. ["The Outlaw" lifts his middle finger, the third so far... all taped in white.] BT: Desire? Is it the desire to win this match and get right into the thick of things for the Grand Isle tag team titles that I should be feeling? Maybe... maybe. But the fact is, I'm not here for titles. There's only one title I've ever wanted in my career and forces beyond my control stripped it away from me right before I ripped it from the waist of my rival. If I was here for a title, McBaine would have a bullseye bigger than the Grand Canyon on his chest. But he doesn't... cause the gold ain't why I'm here. [The fourth finger flips up... Taylor still leaning back.] BT: Anger. Yeah, this is probably what I should be feeling. Anger that I stepped into Grand Isle with the fans going crazy and the ratings going through the roof... and was promptly thrown away for the next thing to come down the pipe. Anger that I sacrificed more money than the people who work in this company will ever see... anger that I sacrificed glory and honor... to help put this company on my back and take it to the next level... and was promptly thrown away like trash. I'm not trash, Grand Isle... I'm the god damn Outlaw. [Taylor finally sits up... eyes slowly opening to reveal their coldness.] BT: And as of this moment, I'm serving notice... Whether it's Bad Eye McBaine... or Dave Bryant. Whether it's City Jack... or Johnny Black. Whether it's the biggest dog in the yard... or the newest kid on the block. [The Outlaw's eyes close again.] BT: You're all on notice... the Outlaw _is_ the man around these parts...not McBaine, not City Jack, not Nelson. Bobby Taylor is _the_ man. And it's time that respect be paid by everyone that crosses my path. [Taylor rises, flipping open his locker and grabbing his Stetson.] BT: Respect _will_ be paid. And it will be paid in full. Tonight, Brady... Nelson... you're not the targets. You're just unlucky. For the Outlaw... my days here are just beginning. But for the two of you? It's the end of the trail. [Taylor slams the locker door shut and walks off camera... fade to black.] JR: Dayumn. DD: Laying down the law is the Outlaw. JR: And that's one man I'd rather not have angry at me. DD: No doubt. JR: Let's not dance around, let's get right to the big match everyone here in the Grand Isle has been talking about for what feels like a month.. DD: It _has_ been a month. JR: Oh, right. Let's give it over to Antonio Hervez for the call on tonight's main event!! [Cut to a full blown drunkard in Antonio Hervez, who stumbles and wavers as he attempts to get thrugh these intros.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest is a semi-final match of the GIW TAG TITLES TOURNAMENT! [POP! And it is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! [POP!!] Introducing first.. ["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 as he simply awaits his partner.] JR: The _real_ Outlaw is here in the Grand Isle! DD: Tra- JR: Don't open that can of worms, let's be civil. DD: Fine. 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" spiraling 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: Once again you gotta wonder whether or not these two can function as a team tonight.. DD: Well, if they do.. we've got a big man bloodbath on our hands. [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.] AH: And their opponents.. ["Bad Blood" by Sepultura kicks up, as Leviticus Nelson begins his slow walk to the ring. The crowd pops big as Leviticus nods, closing his eyes, and heads towards the ring. As the song continues, Leviticus strides over the top rope, and enters the ring. Leviticus grabs the top rope, and closes his eyes, beginning a slow prayer, as you can see in detail, the massive amount of tattoo's on his arm. His large hands grip the rope tightly, as he stops the prayer, opens his eyes, and slowly turns around, glaring towards Black and Taylor.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 397 pounds.. and he hails from Lufkin, Texas.. here is.. LEVITICUS NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Roaring big time pop! as Nelson continues to glare towards his two opponents.] AH: And his partner.. #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!# #BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!# [The church bells chime, eliciting a pop from the crowd, and within moments "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica is blasting in full force throughout the Sand Dollar, as the house lights drop and the spotlights flicker on and off wildly, criss crossing one another to give the Dollah that cool strobe feel. But nobody comes out from behind the entranceway.] AH: He weighs in tonight at 307 pounds and he hails from Tulsa, Oklahoma.. here is.. RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd pops _HUGE_ for the big Oklahoman.. who finally emerges.. but not on his own two feet.. and not alone!] [Massive Heel Pop!!] DD: McBAINE!!!!!! JR: DAMNIT!! DAMNIT!! DAMNIT!! DD: McBaine has that fist wrapped with a chain and Brady is at his mercy.. and bloody as hell on his knees at the entranceway! [Yep, that's right.. "Bad Eye" McBaine elicits the heel heat of the night as he stands over a bloodied to shit Russ Brady who apparently has been wasted with that chain-wrapped right fist of the champ's. Nelson scowls as do the other two men in the ring.. but none make a move as McBaine lifts Brady back to his feet.. smirking at the big men in the ring.. ..then _DRIVING_ a right fist home right across the skull of Brady, who crumples at the entranceway!] JR: That sonofabitch! DD: My question is.. why isn't his partner helping? JR: Well, here comes Nelson.. he's climbing over that top ro- [Mixed Pop!] and TAYLOR AND BLACK ATTACK!! DD: Smart move!! McBaine is leaving Brady at the entranceway!! This is a great opportunity to destroy the pair of Nelson and Brady!! Ingenius move by Taylor and Black! JR: Taylor and Black raining down on the seven footer with huge clubbing fists! Nelson trying to fight back but this is too much even for a man of his size! DD: Not to mention he's caught crotching that top rope.. he's in a rather precarious disposition. [And with that.. Taylor and Black pull Nelson fully back into the ring.. pushing him again the ropes..] JR: Double irish whip.. and off the ropes goes the monster.. on the return [Thud!] and a _big_ double clothesline puts the monster on his back! Francois is trying to separate this double team but really to no avail as Taylor goes over to a corner.. and sits up on the top turnbuckle! DD: Awwwwwwww yeah, Taylor is gonna do a little flyin'! JR: Odd. DD: Not really.. he's got Nelson down and Black is still stomping the hell out of the monster! JR: Taylor leaps from the second turnbuckle.. [TTTTHHHHUUUUDDDDD!!!] [MIXED POP!!!!!] JR: Flying legdrop by the Outlaw! And now he's rolling to the floor and up to the apron! Looks like Johnny Black will legally start this contest off as he quickly lifts the monster back to his feet.. DD: These two have the match in the palm of their hands here early, they have to take advantage. JR: And that they are.. irish whip to the corner.. and backfirst hard goes the Lufkin, Texas native! Here comes Black.. and he absolutely rattles Nelson with a running clothesline in the corner! Black wasting no time here.. irish whip back into the far corner! Here he comes.. cloth-, no! [Pop!] Nelson with a backelbow caught Black and backed him up a few feet .. here comes Nelson! [Thud! Mixed Pop!] DD: and Black caught him coming in with a kitchen sink that just turned the big bastard inside out! JR: Let's face it.. Nelson may be the biggest, toughest, angriest man in this sport.. but he's no match for a two on one with men of this stature! DD: It's not his fault.. blame Russ Brady's bitchass. [Cut to Brady who is still pretty much out of it.. bleeding like a sive near the entranceway.] JR: He got attacked from behind.. with a chain! DD: We don't know who attacked who first.. maybe Brady went after McBaine and he had to defend himself. [Slap!] JR: Riiiiiiiiiight. Tag in to the Outlaw now as Nelson is back to a knee.. [Thunk!] and back to the mat as Taylor delivers a running boot to the side of the big man's face. A quick cover by Taylor.. One!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!! [Pop! as Nelson actually threw Taylor halfway across the ring.. impressive.] JR: I'd say Leviticus Nelson has quite a lot left in that tank of his. DD: Blah blah.. he takes it in the homo butt. JR: Poo poo? DD: Bite me. JR: Taylor back to his feet and quickly over to Nelson as he digs a fist.. and another into the temple of the kneeling Nelson.. now lifting him back to his feet. [Thwap!] Taylor's just tagging the big man with overhand rights that, with each blow, stagger Nelson back in the farside corner. DD: The big paws of the Outlaw are really wearing this monster down. JR: Taylor backing up now.. he lifts his left.. [Mixed Pop!!] DD: Bootchoke in the corner! Taylor has that boot right in the gullet of Leviticus Nelson! And look at feeble Francois.. administering a five count?! As if! JR: Regardless, Taylor breaks the count at three as he pulls Nelson along the ropes.. irish whip.. Taylor staggering out to the center of the ring as Nelson rebounds! [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!] [BIG MIXED POP!!!!!!!] DD: Spinebuster by Taylor!! He just spinebustered that big bastard Nelson straight to hell! JR: The hook of the leg! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Pop!] JR: And another big kickout by Nelson! DD: I'm starting to really dislike this dumb bastard as well, can't he just stay down like russ Brady! JR: Cheap. DD: Hehehe, I know. [Slap!] JR: Taylor with the tag out to Black as Taylor goes back and lifts the legs of Nelson in the air.. I'm not sure what they've got in mind but it can't bode well for the Lufkin, Texas native.. DD: No sheeit. [Taylor continues to hold his legs in the air.. Black backing up then running.. leaping..] [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!] [OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH POP!!!] JR: My lord! DD: Jumping double knee strike to the ribs of Nelson as Taylor held his legs in the air!! All the momentum went straight to those ribs and Nelson is clutching them now as Taylor exits the ring! JR: What a double team maneuver by these two bad boys.. they really have come to play and play hard! DD: Damn straight. JR: Taylor exiting the ring now as Black quickly lifts Nelson back to his feet.. and drives a knee. now two.. now three right into the gut of the seven footer which doubles him over.. Black backpedaling and into the ropes he goes.. here he comes.. [TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: And Nelson lunged out of nowhere and leveled Johnny Black with a lariat! Both men are down! DD: Sadly, it was only a matter of time.. but Nelson has got to be hurt bad after the furious attack from Black and Taylor.. JR: And it's showing as Black is back to his knees while Nelson is trying but lagging behind.. Black back up.. [Pop!] but so is Nelson now! DD: Gah! JR: And look at Black! DD: No fear! [Black and Nelson meet right in the center of the ring.. Black giving up quite a number of inches and a good hundred pounds but he don't care.] [Slap!!!] [Ohhhhhhhhhh! Pop!!] JR: My lord! What a bitchslap by Black! [POP!!] JR: And here we go!! Left by Nelson! Right by Black! Another left by Nelson! And another right by Black! Left! Right! Left! Right! DD: Who's getting the better of this exchange?! [That'd be Leviticus Nelson who just starts to dig in with left after left after left.. right before a MONSTER POP! Perhaps for the fact that Nelson has Black backed into a corner pummeling him.. but most likely because the bloodied to shit Russ Brady has made his way down to the ring and is on the apron..] JR: Brady is back! And he's looking for the tag! Things have just gotten even in a hurry! DD: Bah! Where's McBaine when you need him! JR: Irish whip and into the far corner goes Black! But he's comes barreling out.. Mafia kick by Black, ducked by Nelson! Nelson scoops Black from the back.. he lifts.. [TTTTHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!] JR: A _giant sized_ belly to back suplex by Nelson! He's crawling.. crawling.. [Slap!!!!] [Monster Pop!!] DD: Oh sheeit! JR: Here comes Brady! quick lift of Black.. irish whip.. [slap!] and Taylor tagging himself in as Black comes back off the ropes.. [Thud!] JR: What a powerslam by Russ Brady! DD: Here comes Taylor! [Taylor lunges with that vicious running lariat..] JR: Lariat ducked by Brady! He grabs Taylor by the head! [Thud!] Reverse neckbreaker! Brady is a house of fire! [Yep, Johnny Black has slid out of the ring and is going over to his corner while Taylor holds his neck on the mat. Russ Brady just looks out at the crowd who pop for the crimson-masked warrior..] DD: Goddamn, I hate big southerners. JR: You've just described every man in this contest. DD: Hrm, damn. JR: And in comes Nelson! DD: Where the hell was the tag? JR: Forget the tag! Brady pulling Taylor back to his feet now.. irish whip.. [Right into the arms of Nelson.. who catches Taylor.. ..turns a 180.. ..and plants!!!] [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG POP!!!!!!!!!] JR: Spinning spinebuster by Nelson! Returning the favor! And here comes Brady running off the ropes.. [Thud!] and lands a thick legdrop across the neck of the Outlaw! The cover by Brady! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!!!!!! DD: Not even close! JR: Closer than you think, as Nelson exits the ring apparently happy with his output this time around. DD: He cheated.. damn seven footer cheapskate! JR: Riiiiiiight. DD: Who the hell is the legal man on their team? JR: Russ Brady and Bobby Taylor are the legal men right now as Brady takes a moment to wipe the blood out of his eyes.. DD: Gotta love McBaine. JR: I'll pass. Anyhow.. Brady stomping at the lower back of Taylor now as the Outlaw tries to get on his hands and knees.. Brady effectively squashing him like a bug back to the canvas. Russ taking a handful of Taylor's hair as he lifts the Outlaw back to his fe- [Ohhhhh!!] no! Taylor dug in deep with an uppercut to the groin of Brady that's doubled over the big man from Oklahoma! DD: Awwwwwww yeah!! time to exact some justice, Outlaw! [Taylor gets to his feet.. and drives a knee deep into the breadbasket of Brady keeping him doubled over.. as he locks in a standing headscissors..] JR: He lifts.. [Pop!] but Brady denies! Taylor tries again! [Pop!] And again Brady won't be lifted! DD: Club him Bobby! JR: And that he does! Taylor raining down big clubbing forearms across the back of Russ Brady.. four.. five.. six now as he retains the grasp around his waist.. and he lifts! [High into the air.. a big show of strength from the Outlaw as he whips down.. ..down.. TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] [MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!] JR: WHAT A POWERBOMB BY THE OUTLAW!! DD: Hell yes! JR: Taylor with the cover! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thr-Broken up by Nelson! [Big Relief Pop!] DD: Nooooooo! Damn him, damn Leviticus Nelson! JR: And in comes Johnny Black! and look at Francois! [Comedy Pop! as Francois gets sandwiched in between Johnny Black and Leviticus Nelson.. somehow effectively parting them and admonishing them both back to their corners!] JR: Wow. DD: Dayumn.. way to go Eli! JR: Go Frenchy go! DD: Nelson going back to his corner.. but look at Black! JR: Johnny Black has stopped in his corner.. now helping Taylor lift Brady back to his feet.. DD: Awww yeah.. more well-oiled machinery teamwork going to be displayed here! JR: Like I've been saying for months.. if these two can work as a team, they can be unstoppable.. and right now they are taking it to two of the toughest, biggest, and baddest men to ever grace the rings in the Grand Isle.. double chokehold applied by Taylor and Black! They lift! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!] DD: Oh my! Double chokeslam by the dastardly duo and did you see Brady's head bounce off the canvas?! JR: What a wicked double chokeslam as they absolutely planted Russ Brady in the center of the ring.. Black going out now.. [Slap!] JR: And back in comes Johnny Black as the legal man as Bobby Taylor leaves with a cowboy's grin. DD: He's content.. as would you be if you were in his shoes.. just look at Russ Brady, he's a bloody mess! JR: Like he had anything to do with that? Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of the man.. but let's give credit where credit is due. DD: Fine, congratulate McBaine then! JR: Ugh, I'll pass. DD: Suit yourself. [Meanwhile.. Black has been stomping away on the crimson-masked Russ Brady.. finally bringing him back to his feet.. before irish whipping him across the ring..] DD: Here it comes! JR: Johnny off the far ropes.. here they come on a collision course! BLACK MAS-, ducked by Russ Brady! Brady stopped in his tracks but Black continues to the far ropes.. he rebounds! [SSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!] JR: What a Mafia kick by Russ Brady! He caught Black square in the face and he dropped like a ton of bricks! DD: Dayumn, that had some pent-up aggression or frustration or something in it.. that was just vicious! JR: And it's buying Russ Brady a lot of breathing room.. [Slap!] [BIG POP!!] JR: And in comes Leviticus Nelson!! DD: Good lord.. not him again. JR: Quick pick-up by Russ Brady as he's got Black at his mercy for Nelson as the big man climbs into the ring! DD: This is _not_ good for Johnny Black, not good at all! JR: A big shove sends Black right into the arms of the monster.. Nelson spinning Black around and grabbing him in a waistlock! He lifts! [And he lifts Black high into the air.. then dropping him facefirst forward.. ..right as Brady sneaks in front.. TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] JR: What a double team maneuver! A modified Ace Crusher/face crusher performed by Nelson and Brady.. and they've absolutely laid out Johnny Black!! The cover!!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Th-Kickout!!!!!!!!! [Surprised Pop!!!] DD: YES!!! He kicked out!! JR: Barely. DD: Barely works for me! JR: And Bobby Taylor is breathing a sigh of relief in his corner as that was closer than he would have liked I'm sure. DD: No sheeit, dingleberry. [Meanwhile.. Brady has exited the ring as Nelson stands over the fallen Johnny Black with a sick look of intensity..] JR: Time for real payback from earlier. DD: Blah blah. JR: And what's Bobby Taylor doing? DD: Checking under the ring while he's not a legal man.. constructive use of his free time. JR: I highly doubt this to be constructive.. more like destructive! [And the crowd pops as he pulls out a table.. propping it up at ringside..] DD: Tables!! Wooooooooo!! JR: And he's not done.. as the Outlaw has picked up a chair at ringside and has it with him on the apron! DD: And Nelson.. well, look at the fear in his eyes! JR: Fear?! He hasn't even noticed.. he's too busy throttling Johnny Black in the corner with huge lefts and rights! Nelson with an irish whip to the far corner goes Black! The South Texas Deathride stumbling out now.. and right into the arms of Nelson! [TTTTHHHHUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!!!!] [BIG POP!!!] JR: Belly to belly suplex!! The hook of the leg!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Th-[CCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAANNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!] [BIG, BIG MIXED POP!!!!!!!!] DD: HELL YES!! JR: Damnit! Bobby Taylor just broke the count with that damn chair! He just cracked Nelson square in the back of the head with that chair! [CLANK!!] And now another shot to the ribs for safe measure! That's uncalled for! DD: Bullsheeit Jake.. this contest decides who goes on to fight for the gold.. the tag belts.. you gotta pull out all the stops and then some! JR: I suppose.. but can't you do it fair? DD: Bah! Have you learned nothing? [Taylor checks on Black.. sorta pulling him over to their corner.. Black waking and pulling his hand back, opting to get up on his own two feet before..] [Slap!] JR: Tag in to the Outlaw! And he's going right after the kneeling Nelson scraping a boot across his face once.. now twice! He picks Nelson up to his feet.. iris-, no! Short arm clothesline stumbles Nelson all the way into a neutral corner.. and the Outlaw quickly follows up.. mounting the turnbuckle! DD: Time to rain down the mounted punches! [Excuse me if I don't do the silly count.. but he gets to ten rather quickly as the fans boo all the while. Taylor dismount and then pushes Nelson towards the middle of the ring.. but the big man doesn't slump over.. not until..] [TTTTTTTHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!] [POP!!!!!!] DD: Old-fashioned bulldog!! And he's not done! Right back to his feet goes the Outlaw! JR: And now he's dropping knees across the neck of the man from Lufkin, Texas! Knee after knee after knee! And here comes Russ Brady! [But as Russ tries to get in.. Francois blocks him.. admonishing him.. giving Black a chance to help double team.. tossing that steel chair in their corner to Taylor..] JR: And this is just trouble folks! Brady is trying to help but he may hinder Nelson in the worst of ways! Nelson back to his knees and Taylor is thumping that chair on the mat just waiting for Nelson to get to his feet! DD: This is gonna be so goddamn rulage! JR: Nelson turns.. Taylor swings.. [POP!!!] JR: Leviticus ducked! The Outlaw spun himself around.. and around.. and right back in the face of Nelson is Taylor with that ch- [TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!] [BIG, BIG, BIG FACE POP!!!!!!!] DD: SHEEIT!! JR: NELSON JUST LARIATED THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE OUTLAW! And the Outlaw quickly rolls to the floor! [Slap! And that comes from Johnny Black slapping his hands together and climbing into the ring to some boos.] DD: Defiance! Black gives up height and a lot of weight but he wants to be in! He wants to take it to the giant, and damn right he should! JR: Francois back on the job.. and I guess Black is the legal man now.. Taylor bailing out with what I must say was crafty ring veteran skill.. get out while you can. DD: He's a genius.. he's not a goddamn legend for no reason, Jake. JR: True enough. [And if this contest couldn't get anymore confusing.. a legion of men emerge from the entranceway.. the crowd absolutely EXPLODING WITH BOOS!] JR: What the?! Oh, come on! Bobby Ray Wilkins, Dave Bryant, Rembrandt, Pegasus, and the Heavyweight Champion, "Bad Eye" McBaine just standing at the entranceway.. what are they doing out here?! DD: They've all got vested interest in what's going on at ringside. JR: Ridiculous. DD: Nothing ridiculous about it. JR: And all four men at ringside are just glaring down the entranceway, but Black and and Nelson must re-focus on the prize ahead. And they do as they emerge in what could very possibly be the first collar and elbow tie-up of the contest.. Nelson with the size advantage is pressing Black back and back.. [Ohhhhhhh Pop!!] JR: And Black sensing the advantage slipping away just kicked Nelson in the groin and he's doubled over the big man.. off the ropes goes Black.. [Thud!] and a nice swinging neckbreaker puts the giant on his back! DD: And here comes the troops! [Yes, to massive amounts of boos.. the five man group start their slow walk towards the ring.. making all those at ringside rather uncomfortable.. Bryant and BRW leading the way with McBaine sauntering in the back.] JR: Great, just what we need. DD: Exactly. JR: I was being sarcastic. DD: I'm not.. JR: Black-, wait!!! [BIG POP!!] JR: There goes Russ Brady! He's tearing down the aisle! BRW and Bryant get out of the way! Big right and down goes Rembrandt! Big right and oh! a nutshot doubles over the monster Pegasus! DD: McBAINE AND BRADY!! McBAINE AND BRADY!! JR: There they go!! Toe to toe in the aisleway! Exchanging blow for blow! DD: Rulage! JR: And Johnny Black has Nelson set-up in the ring!! Standing headscissors! NO WAY!! HE'S GONNA GO FOR THE SOUTH TEXAS DEATHRIDE!! HE LIFTS!! [The crowd pops huge as Black ACTUALLY GETS the big monster up to his shoulders.. half way to the STDR.. as BOBBY RAY WILKINS SLIDES INTO THE RING!!] DD: Here comes BRW! JR: And her comes Taylor! Bobby Taylor tearing towards BRW!! DD: BRYANT!! [Yes, Bryant slips his way into the ring.. making a b-line for Taylor.. who's making a b-line for BRW.. guess who hits who first? Time is up!!] JR: OH MY!! BRYANT INTERCEPTED TAYLOR WITH A SHOULDERBLOCK!! AND INTO JOHNNY BLACK HE GOES!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER, MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"] ["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"] ["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"] ["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"] ["G-I-W!! G-I-W!!"] JR: Oh.. my.. God. DD: Black is dead!! JR: Taylor collided into Black.. and all the weight of that giant Leviticus Nelson just came crushing down on the sternum of Johnny Black!! The count by Francois!! One!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!] [That's the sound of Dave Bryant hitting the Call Me in the Morning superkick on The Outlaw who was trying to break the count..] TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [BIG POP!!!!!!!] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winners of the match.. and moving on to the finals of the GIW Tag Team titles tournament.. LEVITICUS NELSON AND RUSS BRADYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ANOTHER MONSTER POP!! but only briefly as BRW and Bryant start pounding away on the down Outlaw.. while Brady has finally been overwhelmed by that triangle of hate on the outside in McBaine, Pegasus, and Rembrandt.] JR: Oh lord! Things have absolutely broken down! Black is out.. Taylor is getting a mudhole stomped in him in the ring.. and Brady is getting a beating on the floor! [POP!] But Nelson is up! Nelson is standing behind BRW and Bryant! DD: Turn around guys! turn around! [They do.] JR: Double headbutt by Nelson! Double choke on both men.. he lifts! [TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MMMMMMMMMMASSIVE POP!!!!!!!] JR: STEREO CHOKESLAMS BY LEVITICUS NELSON ON BRW AND BRYANT!! NELSON EVENED THE ODDS!! DD: BUT NOT FOR LONG!! LOOK WHO JUST ENTERED THE RING!! JR: OH LORD!! PEGASUS IS IN THE RING.. AND HE'S RIGHT BEHIND NELSON!! TURN AROUND LEVITICUS, TURN AROUND!! [We quick cut to Brady getting beat down from Remmy and McBaine.. then cut back to the ring.. where Pegasus just smiles as he stands behind Nelson.. who turns around!] DD: Kick to the stomach by Pegasus.. standing headscissors applied!!! JR: Oh no!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DD: He lifts!! And he's got the monster up on his shoulders!! [With the massive man on his shoulders.. an equally massive Pegasus slowly walks to the ropes.. where that table is set-up at ringside.. ..as he whips down.. ..Nelson flies.. ..down.. ..down.. ..down.. CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] ["HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!"] JR: Holy shit. DD: JAKE! JR: MY GOD FANS.. PEGASUS.. HE JUST.. HE JUST POWERBOMBED NELSON FROM THE RING THROUGH A TABLE AT RINGSIDE!! THE GIANT IS OUT!! DD: Ding dong the witch is dead!! JR: And now Remmy is holding up Brady in the entranceway!! He pushes Brady towards McBaine!! Fireman's Carry!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MASSIVE, MASSIVE, MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!] DD: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER ON BRADY!! BLIND VALLEY DRIVER ON THE CONCRETE!! HE'S DEAD TOO!! RULAGE!! JR: This is sick!! This is horrendous and disgusting.. and I'm sick to my stomach! DD: Give in to the greatness! JR: Fans.. we gotta go.. God save us all.. God save us all!!!!!! [Fade out to the somber scene of absolute wreckage in the ring and out.. as McBaine, Pegasus, and Rembrandt all stand tall over the opposition! Complete fade.] Grand Isle Wrestling 2002 |
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