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| GIW TV 06-24-02; Tenth show by Mike Gilliland | |
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| blibblab | Jul 20 2008, 05:07 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.. then we fade into a small room, where we see one single, solitary candle, slowly burning as the door to the room creeks open. A large figure slides towards the candle, sitting down on a chair that's been positioned close to the candle. The man takes a deep breath, very audible, as he leans forward, his long hair sliding over his face, where we can barely see his facial features. The numerous scars, the war wounds, the marks of pain, and emotion..._etched_ on his face, his glare...his presence. The man lowers his head, slowly shaking it...Leviticus Nelson then looks back up, at the camera.] Nelson: When a man performs something that he once considered to be deemed impossible...he becomes a new man...a man now full of conviction...of pride...of supreme confidence. He'll walk more upright, with his head cocked, and his shoulders perched. A smile won't appear, for that shows surprise...no...he'll glare, and look "intimidating" as if to warn the world of what's to come. [Nelson slowly cracks a smile, an awkward smile.] Nelson: When you lifted me...did you feel as if a burden had been lifted off your shoulders? When you spiked me, like never before, did you wonder if you had reached a pinnacle...a zenith of achievement and celebration? After you walked away, the masses chanting wildly in appreciation, did you feel like a man..._finally_? Because you'll soon feel like a child...that I guarantee. For the path of a reaper doesn't run through the valley of death...for it runs through the hills, safely...in the night...alone. Pegasus...you shall not walk the path of the enlightened in your attempts to slay the monster. You shall instead walk the path of the clouded, your judgment misguided by your actions in that one moment. My retribution shall come. [Nelson rolls his hair back over his head, as he leans towards the candle.] Nelson: Much like this candle...you too flicker desperately, hoping someone shall not walk by too quickly, exhale air with too much pressure...or the lifeline of your flame be burned out, slowly into the darkness. You've walked down the hard road to get to this point, yet you haven't crossed the hardest crossroads of them all. Now you must stand before each other, side by side...and look into my eyes... [Nelson slides forward.] Nelson: The eyes of a man possessed by the memory of one moment, one moment in time. Have you ever seen someone suffer for no reason? Ever seen their dreams shattered for the simple reason of affiliation? I have, and because of that, I shall bring down the wrath of all that is unholy inside of me... Upon you two...upon _your_ dreams...for _your_ affiliations... You shall look into my eyes, and you shall see the pain inside of me. You shall awaken the giant and for that...he shall crush your spirit, your dream...and your will. There's no easy way to allow this to happen, no comforting way to cushion the pain you shall fear...only darkness... [Nelson gently blows the candle out, as the room gets totally dark.] Nelson: May God be with you...because the depths of hell is your last and final destination... [Fade.] [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 June 24th, 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: As always I'm your host Jacob Rodgers.. and alongside me here [Booo!] is none other than Dirk Davidson! DD: Big balls McGee is what they call me! JR: Riiiiiiiiight. Two weeks.. _two weeks_ until our second supercard ever!! That's right.. in fourteen days.. we g- DD: Get out of this stinking hellhole and get to broadcast a show up in New Orleans!! [Massive Boos!!!] JR: We broadcast live from the Cardinal High School Gymnasium in New Orleans for the Nightmare in New Orleans!! [POP!!] What a night it is going to be! DD: That's right.. the utter decimation of Russ Brady.. City Jack.. well.. will he even be there? JR: There are a lot of things that need to be answered tonight, Dirk! And what's a better way to go into the Nightmare in New Orleans than to have a blockbuster card here.. in the house of the rising sun.. tonight!! [Cheap Pop!] DD: I can't handle this place anymore.. Calgon take me away!! JR: The Grand Isle Wrestling Tag Titles WILL BE ON THE LINE TONIGHT!! In a 10 foot high STEEL CAGE!! [POP!] As Leviticus Nelson and his partner, Russ Brady, face off against the shocking underdog team of Robert Kellan and Harisoto Mashima!! [BIG ASS POP!!] DD: I'm in a living hell. JR: Furthermore.. we've got four other huge matches tonight as we'll see the in-ring debut of the frightening man known as the Scr- [Suddenly a deep mellow sound of a guitar reverberates through the Sand Dollar 'arena', as a weakened voice speaks over the sound system.] #Where do I take this pain of mine# #I run but it stays right by my side# [Suddenly the guitar blares to life as the Metallica's "Until it Sleeps" echoes throughout the Marina. A HUGE heel pop ignites over the jam-packed Sand Dollar as the chaos is swallowed into the night sky.. off-camera we can hear Dirk and Jake immediately scurrying out of the ring trying to place their headsets on..] DD: McBAINE!!! JR: What’s he doing out here? He isn't scheduled to join us tonight. DD: He’s the HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP!!! HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE SCHEDULED!!! #So tear me open, pour me out# #The things inside that scream and shout# #And the pain still hates me# #So hold me until it sleeps# [A camera zooms its way up the make-shift aisle finally stopping at the curtains. A hand quickly shoots from behind the curtains and rips one of the curtains to the side. A massive figure dressed in black jeans, boots, a tank top with a face hidden behind his matted hair trudges his way into the aisle. McBaine’s one good eye sits focus on the ring in front of him as he deliberately makes his way to the ring, completely ignoring the masses. In his left, finger less gloved hand he drags the Grand Isle Wrestling Heavyweight Championship by his side and in the right he hold a crumpled bit of paper.] JR: McBaine seems to be all business tonight. DD: Well wouldn't you be if two weeks before some hillbilly FORCED you into some DERANGED match and then made a completely unprovoked attack on you?? JR: UNPROVOKED??? Do we have to roll footage of McBaine’s past actions??? DD: Are you talking about the time he blinded the child molester or crushed the family jewels of the wifebeater? JR: DIRK!!! [McBaine quickly makes his way to the ring, tosses the championship belt in to the center of the ring as he slides under the bottom rope. McBaine rises to his feet and immediately glares at little Hervez until the announcer quickly stumbles into the ring and hands a microphone to him. McBaine slowly spins around studying the screaming masses as he brings the microphone to his waiting lips.] McB: Funny how the world works... [McBaine halts briefly as his one good eye spots something in the mass of people at ringside. Suddenly McBaine drops the mic, jumps through the middle ropes and approaches what appears to be a pack of Russ Brady fans holding up a rather long poster of the confederate flag merged with a spider web.] DD: Oh boy! The hillbillies are gonna get it!!! [McBaine tears the poster from the hands of the fans and swiftly reduces the poster to bits of scrap paper.] JR: Now that was un-called for! DD: You're right! How dare those fans back a scuzz bucket like Brady??? [McBaine slowly rolls back into the ring and picks up his mic, still glaring at the now rabid pack of fans.] McB: Damn rednecks... it teaches me for hanging around this shithole... [HEEL POP! McBaine surveys the crowd for a moment, his face still cold.] McB: As I was saying... I find it quite interesting watching the interplay of those who fight for what is right... and those who merely pollute our existence... For instance, two weeks ago that giant tub of lard, City Jack, was taught another lesson for his irreprehensible crimes of being nothing but an embarrassment to the sport of professional wrestling... But at the same moment the suits of the GIW allow one of the BIGGEST and most CHILDISH tirades that I’ve ever have had the misfortune to have to be subjected to. [McBaine slowly shakes his head in disgust.] McB: Bobby Taylor... ‘Outlaw’... my how the mighty have fallen... and fallen hard... Bobby, have you really sunk to the point of having to CRY week after week in order to get some attention? If that is so... I have a better way for you to get your attention. All you have to do is make one more promo where you have the audacity to call out to me and I’ll ensure you get all the attention that you can handle... As I stand over your broken carcass... [HEEL POP as McBaine slowly begins to pace around the ring.] McB: And then there are wondrous actions such as your very own champion providing a bit a martial assistance to those who truly need it... Not exactly sure what I mean? Just ask the sweet Lydia and her dear Robert... after all I finally gave them a reason why poor Robby can’t get it up... [McBaine chuckles slightly to himself for the first time.] McB: But then within the same night... a righteous do-gooder such as myself has to deal with the likes of a man named Russell Brady... [McBaine pauses for a moment as his face becomes deadly serious.] McB: Russell... why is it that you are so unbelievably dense? I offer my hand to you in friendship for a SECOND, and what do you do? You attack a one eyed man from his blind side... [McBaine suddenly explodes into laughter as a mischievous smile spreads across his lips.] McB: Just like a man after my own heart... Russell... we could have been quite the powerful combination... true you are a pathetic redneck that longs to be associated with greatness... BUT we do share something in common... The thirst to make our enemies bleed... [McBaine gently moistens his lips as he holds up the crumpled contract from last week.] McB: Spidernet Death Match... I must applaud your courageousness, Russell... You have seen me slay towering giants with strips of barbwire... you’ve seen me blind defenseless braggarts... You’ve felt me leave you in a pool of your own crimson multiple times before... And just think about it Russell... that’s when I was still offering my friendship to you... [McBaine good eye focuses on the floor as he raises a single finger into the air.] McB: But now things are different Russell, because I’ve grown tired of offering you my hand... Fool me once... shame on you... Fool me twice... [McBaine’s good eye slowly rises to the isle way leading to the back as he tenderly moves his finger from side to side.] McB: Oh no, Russell... not shame on me... I won’t take the blame for the violence and chaos that the GIW will be in for. You brought this upon yourself. I gave you plenty of opportunities to benefit from my knowledge... But you’d rather benefit from something a bit different... [McBaine closes his hand into a fist and brings it close to his face.] McB: You want to benefit from my pain... and to steal my championship... [McBaine’s head tenderly shakes from side to side. McBaine stuffs the contract into his pocket as his lungs draw in a large final breath.] McB: You want to forgo the mind games Russell? So be it... [McBaine drops the mic to the ground as his lips mouths the last line heard once more. With that he leaves the ring, dragging the Heavyweight championship in toe.] DD: There goes the champ, Jake! Show your love! JR: I'd rather.. DD: Don't finish that sentence. JR: Good call. Well fans, there goes the.. champ.. and boy does he have a rude awakening coming for him in the likes of Russ Brady in just fourteen days from now.. DD: Whatever, man. You thought Nelson would slay him.. but he didn't. And now you think Russ Brady will slay the champ.. but he won't. JR: That's why they play the game. DD: Blow me. JR: Fans.. coming up next will be the opening contest of our show as Jaime Roth is scheduled to face the debuting madman known only as The Scrayper.. DD: Man, did he make an impact on the last show or what? JR: He definitely made his presence felt as he staplegunned what we found out to be a contract for Mashima and Jake Cutler.. to the masked Mashima's skull.. DD: Rulage. JR: And tonight.. we get to see what he is really made of when he's not blindsiding his opponent.. DD: What?! He attacked from the front! JR: Sure he did.. anyway.. let's hear some comments from both Jaime roth and The Scrayper concerning tonight's big match. [Fade in. Inside the lockerroom, the lovely, auburn-haired Angie is standing beside Jamie Roth, reading a sheet of paper. Roth, clad in a sleeveless "Dog Fashion Disco" T-shirt and his wrestling gear, peers over Angie's shoulder.] A: Looks like you got the match with Destiny at Nightmare, sweetie. See, assertiveness pays off after all! JR: Yeah, I guess it does... and I'm gonna showcase some of that assertiveness against The Scrayper, too. A: I wouldn't get too cocky, there, Jamie. I mean, after all, that's the guy who staple-gunned Mashima last week. Can't have that happening to you, now can we? [Grinning, Jamie shakes his head.] JR: I can take care of myself, Angie. I'm not gonna let him get away with that kinda crap. He's gonna have to _wrestle_ against me whether he likes it or not... and I doubt he's gonna like it. I mean, the only way he was able to put down Mash was with an office supply. [Again, Jamie shakes his head. He glances directly towards the camera now.] JR: See Scrayper, it's not cool to do crap like that to people... but I could easily see why. A guy like you who weighs a hundred and eighty and holding a bad attitude like that probably has some self-esteem problems. I know how it is, dude, 'cause I used to be just like you... but at least I didn't go around stapling contracts to people's heads, you know? Hey, maybe I'm a goodie-two-shoes. Maybe I'm not the type of guy who uses chairs or barbwire... but when it comes down to it, you're probably gonna end up on your back, looking up at the Sand Dollar Marina lights. Regardless. When I push people around, Scrayper, I do it inside the ring... after the bell... and when it's official. A: Wow... you go, Jamie! [Angie proudly slaps her man on the arm.] JR: And by the way, Scrayper? Just like Ratt says, "you're a wanted man." A: Holy [BLEEP!]. That was so goddamn uncool, Jamie. [Angie rolls her eyes, Jamie shrugs. Fade.] [Backstage of the Sand Dollar Marina, the exposed rusted piping running from one end of the wall to the other is a dead give away of that. The camera follows the large pipe which splits off and runs vertical to the floor... this is where we catch the first image of the yet unknown man. The man pats his chubby face with a handkerchief as sweat seems to just form from the humidity of Louisiana. The man wears a black suit jacket over a white button down shirt, the sweat ring around his shirt is a good indication on how hot it is inside the Marina. His black hair has been tied to the back, and this shows off the nice receding hairline of the gentleman.] MAN: Gee eye dubba... let the nightmare, begin early. So sayeh Jeremiah Spize. [From the shadows peers out the outline of a pale white mask. The same mask of the man that stapled a contract to the skull of Mashima on the last GIW TV.] MS: I watched it from the crowd as it tore into the flesh of another, and even though you cannot tell its emotions from under that mask, I know that it took some joy out of what it did. I thought the contract was a bit much... but who am I to tell it to stop? [A smirk forms as Mr. Spize pats away some of the sweat from his brow.] MS: I tried stopping it once... [Just then the man in the shadows in the back let's a out low hiss for a voice.] S: Show them the scar, Spize. [Spize doesn't turn around to face the Scrayper as he speaks, but instead he pushes up the left sleeve of his black jacket. He brings his somewhat pale arm in front of his face and you can see a scar running from the middle of the forearm and past the elbow. Ashamed of this scar, Spize drops his head as he drops his arm back down to his side.] S: You failed to warn them all Spize. I was able to strike before you could warn them all of what was soon to follow, and now all your warnings are going to be just a step behind of what happens here. And now another's path leads to me tonight, another man steps into the unknown and the unwanted. To you, I simply suggest you walk this path alone... without your pretty companion... [The Scrayper pauses for a moment.] S: ...maybe you should show them the scar again Spize. [Spize doesn't even bother to look up as he just shakes his head side to side in a matter of disbelief. The Scrayper's mask dips back into the darkness as we fade to black.] JR: Those two are sick.. absolutely sick! DD: You check out that scar?! These guys are no joke. JR: I think Jaime Roth has it in him to take this madman and his manager out for good. DD: Keep dreaming.. Roth quoted Ratt for God sakes. That is disturbingly lame. JR: Um.. well.. hrm.. let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions! DD: Exactly. |
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| blibblab | Jul 20 2008, 05:08 PM Post #2 |
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[Cut to the crowd popping for our favorite Latino midget Antonio Hervez.. who has that typical glazed over look in his eyes from what has surely been a good night of drinking so far. He puts the microphone to his lips and attempts to introduce our contest.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our opening contest ees scheduled fer one fall.. with a feefteen meenute time leemit! Introducing first.. [A guitar riff starts off very slowly, it is from Slayer's "Dead Skin Mask" the music continues to play, out from the back area walks out the man known simply as Mr. Spize. With a hideous grin he walks out first, never taking his eyes off of the ring in front of him.] # How I've waited for you to come # # I've been here all alone # # Now that you've arrived, please stay awhile # # And I promise I won't keep you long.. # # I'll keep you forever (forever) # [Spize stops a few feet out in front of the entrance, and that is when the thing called the Scrayper makes his presence known as his enters the building. Mr. Spize never turns around to see if the Scrayper is actually there, it's more of a sense to him, and now the two begin to stride towards the ring.] # Graze the skin with my finger tips # # The brush of dead cold flesh appeases the means # # Provoking images delicate features so smooth # # A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon # [The Scrayper wears a long black leather trenchcoat which covers his small frame, it is completely buckled up and sports a couple of rips and tear here and there. But that's not the oddest thing, he wears a pale white mask in the style of Michael Myers. It is deviod of any human characteristics, except for the white hair which has been fused into the top of the mask.] AH: Making his way to the ring.. he ees accompanied by Mister Spize [Boo!].. he weighs in tonight at 180 pounds and he hails from South of Heaven, West of Hell.. here is.. THE SCRAYPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! # Dance with the dead in my dreams # # Listen to their hallowed screams # # The dead have taken my soul # # Temptation's lost all control # [They make their way to the ring, completely freaking out the crowd as they pass. Mr. Spize pulls the buckles apart quickly, and then removes the coat from the body of the Scrayper. He wears a pair of dark red loose fitted satin pants, this is topped off with a plain white sleeveless T-shirt. His upperarms are covered in scars from all of his wars and his forearms are taped to the bottom of his wrists in white tape... his hands are then covered in fingerless black gloves. The music fades as he climbs into the ring.] AH: And his opponent.. [The opening chords of "Single" by 26 Weeks shriek over the low budget PA system of the Grand Isle Marina. This, of course, stirs up a face pop as none other than Jamie Roth makes his way through the entrance portal, accompanied by the lovely (not to mention spunky) Angie. Roth is donning his usual ring attire: carbon-colored tights -- kneepads worn underneath -- with orange flames going up the sides; white boots; and to top it all off, white tape wrapped around the wrists.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he is accompanied by Angie [POP!!].. he weighs in tonight at 221 pounds and he hails from Saint Louis, Missouri.. here is.. JAIME ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! [As Angie leads Jamie to the ring, he high-fives as many fans as he can at ringside. When the two reach the ring, Roth climbs up onto the ring apron and chivalrously holds out his hand, leading his manager up the steps. He then sits down on the second rope, allowing her to enter the ring, following in afterwards. Jamie then leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, soaking in the cheers, as Angie points towards him.] ------------------------------------------ Grand Isle Wrestling: Opening Debut!!!!!! The Scrayper vs. Jaime Roth Written By: Chris Buse ------------------------------------------ [Roth looks back out at Angie, nodding his head, as she smirks. He claps his hands, and looks at Skyscraper...the bell slowly ringing.] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: Quickly, Roth whips Scrayper into the ropes, who flies off...ducking under the clothesline. Scrayper bounces off the ropes yet again, and nails Roth with a leaping forearm! DD: Too many damn Mexicans in this ring...! JR: There's...just one... DD: Hervez was in there! JR: But you have a certain "fondness" for Antonio...don't you? DD: I was drunk, god damn't! [Scrayper bounces off the ropes, and attempts a short leg drop. Roth rolls out of the way, and gets to his feet quickly. Roth off the ropes, as Scrayper gets to his feet. Dropkick to the back of Scrayper as he bounces chest first off the ropes. Roth locks up Scrayper, hands around his waist, and lets Roth fly over his head with a release German suplex.] JR: Beautiful suplex by Roth. [Roth springs to the middle rope, as Scrayper slowly gets to his feet...] JR: Roth off the middle rope....huge elbow to the forehead of Scrayper...Scrayper's down. Roth with the quick cover... ONE! TWO! JR: Scrayper kicks out, as Roth gets to his feet, taking Scrayper with him. Chest chops to Scrayper...Roth whips Scrayper into the ropes... [But Scrayper reverses, sending Roth off the ropes. Scrayper springs to the middle rope, and as Roth comes off the rope, Scrayper springboards off the middle rope...] JR: Springboard cross body! Roth gets pinned... ONE! TWO! JR: Roth kicks out! DD: Christ, the Tequila is really hitting me hard, they need to slow this down. JR: Long night so far? DD: Well, it's like this...if you had to watch that wifebeater in a damn main event, two weeks in a row...you should be getting plastered. JR: Scrayper gets Roth to his feet, and bounces him across the ring... [Scrayper winds up...slapping his thigh....] ___________________WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!_____________________ JR: SUPERKICK BY SCRAYPER! ROTH TO THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! DD: Crap...that Mexican circus act just drilled Roth. JR: Roth gets to his feet...as Scrayper climbs to the top rope... DD: Another Mexican "flyer"....shocker! [Scrayper takes flight...] JR: CORKSCREW MOONSAULT BY SCRAYPER!!!!! DD: Crap, that Mexican flew in the air...and landed on Roth. [Roth and Scrayper slowly get to their feet, as Scrayper takes the advantage, chopping Roth back. He slides Roth into the ring, as he grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself over...] JR: SLINGSHOT LEG LARIAT! ROTH'S DOWN! THIS COULD BE IT! ONE! TWO! JR: ROTH KICKS OUT! DD: These jerkoffs are really working hard here tonight...this is such a change from Bryant, or that wifebeater...or worse...listening to Brady talk. JR: I mean...I like Brady...but he sounds more and more like a drunken retarded child with each week. DD: Yes, but let's leave your family out of this. [Scrayper gets to his feet, slamming his fists into the mat, as he slowly climbs to the top rope...suddenly, Roth gets to his feet, and bounces off the ropes...sending Scrayper to the corner hard, crotching himself.] JR: Roth to the ropes...to the corner... DD: This is gonna be painful... JR: Huracanrana! Scrayper's down! Roth with the cover... ONE! TWO! THRE... JR: SCRAYPER KICKS OUT! [Roth struggles to his feet, getting Scrayper to his feet...Roth quickly spikes Scrayper with a DDT, as he floats over again for the cover...] JR: ROTH WITH THE QUICK DDT! ANOTHER COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE... JR: ANOTHER KICK OUT! [Roth slams the mat, and climbs to the top rope...positioning himself over Scrayper...he flies off the mat...attempting a moonsault...] JR: MOONSAULT! DD: THE MEXICAN MOVED! JR: INDEED HE DID! Scrayper moved...and Roth hit hard! DD: Scrayper now goes to the top rope...he flies off... JR: Er...what was that? [Scrayper sorta hits...what looks like a moonsault...only half his body didn't really hit anything but the mat...but it looked really damn good!] DD: Was that a moonsault? JR: Erm...sorta...but a cover attempt! ONE! TWO! THREE... [FACE POP!] JR: ROTH KICKED OUT! [Angie on the outside begins to get nervous as she slaps the mat, cheering on Jamie.] JR: Scrayper's getting Roth to his feet...he's signaling for...uhm... DD: He's just yelling...what in the hell?! JR: Attempted suplex? DD: ...sure. JR: ROTH REVERSES! SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! THRE...? JR: ANOTHER KICK OUT! DD: He won't stay down! The sign of a good Mexican former circus worker! JR: What in the hell? DD: ROLL WITH IT! JR: GOT IT! Roth gets to his feet...Scrayper does...Roth with a stomp to the midsection....he hooks Scrayper...fireman's carry...DVD! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! THAT'S GOT TO BE IT! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE... [But his shoulder flings up...off the mat.] JR: NO! HE KICKED OUT AGAIN! [Roth gets to his feet, signaling that it's over...as he gets Scrayper up as well, he hooks him in a standing headscissors...] JR: This will be it...Roth's going for the shoegazer! [Suddenly, a crowd disturbance...as running through the crowd...] JR: Wait...that's Destiny...he's behind Angie! DD: Roth doesn't see it... _________THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!_____________ JR: SHOEGAZER! SHOEGAZER! HE GOES FOR THE COVER... ONE! TWO! [But as the count of three begins to slide down, we see Destiny whirl Angie around...and lift her into the air....] _______WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!_______ JR: OH MY GOD! JESUS CHRIST! AIR RAID CRUSH ON ANGIE! DESTINY HAS DEMOLISHED ANGIE! ROTH'S LIVID! HE LET GO OF SCRAYPER! DD: WOW...he demolished that bitch. JR: Roth's leaning over the ropes...he's out to the floor...Destiny back up the aisle...Roth's checking on Angie...she's out folks... [Suddenly, Scrayper out to the floor, nails Roth on the back of the head, as he quickly whirls him back into the ring...] JR: Roth's dazed...Scrayper whirls him around... __________WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!_______ JR: SHORT ARMED RUNNING YAKUZA!!!!! ROTH'S OUT! SCRAYPER TO THE TOP ROPE! [Scrayper leaps off...nailing the shooting star press.] JR: DREAM SCREAM! HE HIT IT!! DESTINY COST ROTH THIS MATCH...AND MUCH MORE! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [BIG TIME BOOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!] AH: Ladies' an gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. THE SCRAYPER!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ANOTHER BIG HEEL POP!!] JR: What a damn travesty! Angie is hurt.. Destiny is just standing over her smiling and it cost Jaime roth his match! DD: what night!! WHAT A NIGHT!!! JR: How can you even say that?! DD: Easy.. damn easy! The Scrayper with a big win in his debut.. and wooooooooo!! [Dirk woos because the Scrayper has quickly returned to the top while Destiny watches with glee.. he leaps..] [TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MASSIVE BOO!!!!!] JR: ANOTHER DREAM SCREAM!! DAMNIT!! DD: This rules! JR: Destiny backing up the aisle.. The Scrayper finally leaving.. and Roth and Angie are out fans, this is sickening! But Roth will get his turn to shine in two weeks, and you better believe it's gonna be sweet revenge! DD: Never! JR: Damn that Shane Destiny.. he'll get his, he will get his! And maybe Roxie will get hers too! DD: Jake! Is Robert Kellan rubbing off on you? Why are you hoping ill will against women? JR: Good lord.. when are you gonna leave that poor family man alone? DD: Never! JR: Speaking of.. I hear we have Robert Kellan in the back.. DD: Maybe you got him in the back.. ahahahahaha!! JR: [sighs] Let's see what the big man has to say. [Fade into a shot of everyone's personal hero Lucas McCall walking through the back. He's got a 'Shut up Bitch' shirt on, along with some black sweatpants and his usual pair of shitkickers. He wanders upon the beautiful Lydia Kellan and her son Bobby. McCall smirks and walks up.] LM: Hello Lydia, how are you doing this fine evening? [McCall smiles and leans up against the wall. Lydia glance down at his T-shirt, eyebrow craning. None the less, she looks up, smiling in a polite a manner as possible.] LK: I'm doing fine, Lucas, thank you. Myself and Bobby are just getting ready to watch the show. Yourself? LM: Just about the same, really. Such a nice day today, everything seems to be going well and even better now that I've seen you. [McCall comes off the wall and gets close to Lydia, almost in her face, she recoils, seemingly surprised by the action as McCall just grins. She backs off a couple steps, looking rather uncomfortable, even pulling her son close to her side. Through it all she stammers out a reply, still smiling, even if forced.] LK: Um...th-thank you Lucas. We had better get going, wouldn't want to miss anything. Um...and good luck tonight... out there... LM: Wait! I didn't say you could leave yet! [Bobby shouts to Lucas, surprising both adults.] B: Leave my mommy alone! [McCall scoffs and turns to the boy.] LM: Get ya' stupid little bastahd ass outta here, this doesn't concern ya'! [Lucas goes back to Lydia, almost pleading.] LM: I love you Lydia, I want ta' be with you, drop Robaht and come to me. I can give ya' what ya' want. [Tears stream unabated down her face, Lydia trembling as she clutches her son close. Her voice is shattered and broken.] LK: Please... don't hurt...don't hurt us. Don't hurt my son. LM: Ah'm not gon' hurt the little bastahd! AH JUST WANT YOU!!!! [Lucas slams his fist against the wall hard, pain etched across his face, not from the impact, but because of the rejection. He recoils his fist and storms off, cussing up a storm. Lydia stands there, trembling...shaking....crying, Bobby held tightly to her, a lone bastion of support. The tears stream. Fade.] DD: THAT BITCH! Denying a man from lovin' is against the law in several states! JR: Lucas McCall is obsessed, how can you even condone such an act?! DD: Lucas just wants to tap that ass.. nothing criminal about that. JR: You are gone. DD: Yo.. momma? JR: Um.. we gotta go to the back again.. we are getting word that Bobby Taylor has just arrived in the building.. DD: Your point? JR: We shall see. [Fade in to the exterior of the home to Grand Isle Wrestling, the Sand Dollar Marina. Two security guards can be seen chatting it up, watching as women in bikinis stroll by from time to time. Suddenly, a third figure joins them... the one true Outlaw of professional wrestling, Bobby Taylor.] Guard #1: Mornin' Mr. Taylor! [Taylor ignores the guard as he moves past him towards the door to the building.] Guard #2: Good luck on your match tonight! ["The Outlaw" freezes, slowly wheeling his head around to focus on the second voice.] BT: Match? [The guard looks a little nervous as he replies.] G2: Erm...yes...yeah. The guy from Mexico. The lucha guy? [Taylor holds his gaze for a second... and then shaking his head in disbelief, he storms into the building, leaving the guards to sigh with relief. Fade back to ringside.] JR: It seems like bobby Taylor is none too pleased with his opponent tonight.. DD: Would you be? He's a goddamn legend.. he's the one and only true Outlaw of professional wrestling.. and he's gotta wrestle in some hole in the wall independent and wrestle the likes of debuting luchadores?! JR: Well.. when you put it that way, I see your point. DD: Exactly. JR: Fans.. up next we have a hot tag team contest pitting rivals on teams.. which simply is a recipe for disaster.. DD: And what is wrong with that? I tend to enjoy disasters.. JR: You enjoyed Blair Witch Two? DD: Well.. I wouldn't go that far. JR: Fans, lets hear from a few of the men in our tag team affair tonight in Tommy Ganz and Kendrick Lane.. DD: CLASSY!!!!! JR: Roll the footage. [Cut to the back, where Tommy Ganz is sitting stoically on a bench. He stares deep into the camera, and if it weren't for his chest rising and falling with each breath, he could easily be mistaken for a very lifelike statue.] TG: There's a lot of things I've been thinking about lately. Who I am, deep down, and what I have to do to make sure that things are set right in the world. The first part of that question was easy for me to answer. Deep down, I'm a quiet, thoughtful kid who isn't about to take any guff from men bigger, stronger, and more experienced than I am. I'm also God-fearing, and I believe that when good puts it's mind to it, evil will always be vanquished. [Tommy reaches up and rubs his forehead, contemplatively.] TG: But that second part is what got to me. What do I have to do to change this world from the perverted, crazed place it has become, and to drag it back, kicking and screaming if that's what it takes, to better times? What can a single man do to change a world that's given up on itself? [A deep breath, followed by Tommy shaking his head from side to side.] TG: Really, there's nothing I can do to change the big picture. There's nothing I can do to make a difference to everybody all at once. And there's nothing I can do when the people who I'm trying to help don't want to be saved. [Tommy looks up, intensity in his deep brown eyes.] TG: But every little thing counts. And when I saw Kendrick Lane trying to hurt people who had nothing to do with this sport? When I saw Kendrick Lane challenging anyone and everyone? It was right then that I realized that even if I can't change everything all at once... I can certainly start off on the right foot. [Tommy turns his neck to the right, cracking it. Then to the left with the same result.] TG: This is the sport I love, Kendrick. I've worked my whole life to get where I am now. I've busted my ass, put up rings, listened to my brothers and sisters telling me that our family is dead in this business, heard the claims that I'm too small, too short. It's taken everything I ever had to come this far, and I'll be damned if some two-bit hack who thinks beating on someone weaker than him is cool is going to ruin this sport for myself and for the fans. [Rising to his feet, Tommy slams his right fist into his cupped left hand.] TG: I waited in the crowd for you because I knew you'd go off the deep end again and try attacking someone. I waited until the right moment, when everyone parted to avoid you, and baited you into coming after me. And when you leapt that barrier and came after me, I dropped you like the insignificant little pissant that everyone knows you are. Hearing your screams as I locked you into the Kabel Naria, feeling you squirm in my arms as I pulled you further and further back, knowing that there was no way out ... that was beautiful. Every single fan in that audience wanted you stretched, and I did what every single fan _dreamed_ of doing. I made you cry like a baby. [Still a stoic statement stretches across Tommy's face, not even a hint of a smile.] TG: And now, after last week's attack, I have to step into the same ring as you, on the same side as you, and take on a man whom you've begun to buddy around with and a newcomer who is in the same situation as I am. You laid me out last week, I'll admit it. And when Jake Cutler locked on that leglock, and I felt my ligaments pull, I knew I was in trouble. Then I felt them. Kicks raining down on me while my leg was being twisted into an unnatural position. Kicks from two buzzards who saw fresh meat, and decided to feast on the flesh of the wounded. [Tommy slowly walks over to an open-faced locker, grabs a pair of wrestling boots we can only assume are his, and then walks back over to the bench, sitting down.] TG: You made a mistake, boys. I wasn't dead yet. And a wounded animal is a dangerous animal. It will fight for it's survival until it's dead and gone. And you two ... you two bastards made the mistake of getting on the wrong side of one hell of a wounded animal. You got on the wrong side of a "Deathdealer". [One boot pulled on, then laced up.] TG: I have to team with you tonight, Kendrick. But that doesn't mean I need to coexist with you. It just means that for one night, and one night only, you get a chance to rest on your laurels. [The second boot is pulled on, and this one is too laced up.] TG: After tonight, though? The war is on. And when I'm done with you and Dane Levine, you're going to wish you never entered this sport. If you're lucky, you two might be able to limp out of the arena. But if I'm lucky... [A smile.] TG: ... you'll both leave the arena on a gurney. Enjoy the ride, boys. It's just about over with... [Fade out.] [Fade in...] [Scene: Backstage. We see "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane strolling down the halls, clad in a preppy-looking sweater vest, blue slacks, and carrying his bag over his shoulder. He stops, spots the camera, drops his bag and quickly gives the camera a Fonzie-esque double thumbs up.] KL: Awwwwwww...shizzy! [Did he just say that?] KL: Lane-o-vision in full effect! [Kendrick begins to alternate fingersnaps as the camera zooms in and out, before he suddenly pauses and holds his hands into the air.] KL: BUM-BUM-BUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [He lowers his arms, nodding happily.] KL: Yes, oh yes my faithful Lane-iacs, your Class-iah returns to the Grand Isle once more, to battle for truth, justice, and the Kendrick-ian way! [He strokes his goatee, brooding in thought.] KL: This week, I step into the ring with my brutal attacker, Tommy Ganz. Yes, the very man that stalked me for weeks on end. Yes, the same Tommy Ganz that puts posters of me up on his wall and kisses them goodnight. Yes, the *same* Tommy Ganz that attempted to sodomize me in front of hundreds of people. That's the kind of man that they want me to team-up with. [Suddenly, his eyes bug out.] KL: WHAT THE F[bleep]!?!?! [Kendrick composes himself.] KL: *Ahem* You'll have to excuse the language. But seriously... [His eyes bug out once again.] KL: WHAT THE F[bleep]!?!?! [He sighs.] KL: As you can see, I'm under a little stress, folks. The fact I'm under constant attack by sexual degenerates? The fact Bobby Taylor's love man-slave came running into the ring to kick me in the face as I was about to vanquish him with my mighty fists of steel? When I think about it...oh man... [Kendrick gets...the look. You know, the one where he tries to look really angry, but ends up looking like someone kicked him in the nuts.] KL: I'm downright...perturbed. [Quite suddenly, his face falls back into that mask of goofy smiling and over-confidence.] KL: I'm kinda' scared, actually. I'm afraid of what I'm capable of. [He balls up his fists.] KL: These hands...these are deadly weapons! You wonder why I don't just get my revenge? Why I don't attack each and every freak of nature that comes my way? [He holds up a fist.] KL: This is why. I don't want that eunuch's blood on my hands! You saw what I did to Reggie Calhoun! You saw the awesome power I unleashed! If I happen to lash out in anger...if I act upon my primal instincts, my Lane-iacs...I just might kill poor Tommy Ganz. [Serious expression.] KL: And that wouldn't be classy, folks. That wouldn't be classy at _ALL._ [Happy expression!] KL: But you don't have to worry! After all, I'm filled with integrity! I'm bursting at the seams with virtue! I got decorum up the yin-yang! [Pause.] KL: Hell...I'm full of it! [Wow...did he ever hit the nail on the head with that one.] KL: Heck, Tommy can trust me not to crack his skull open with my deadly fists of fury. After all, he's *my* tag team partner! And *I'm*... [Dramatic pause.] KL: ...CLASSY~! [Fade out.] DD: [laughing] He cracks me up! That guy is a goddamn animal! JR: Good lord. DD: A Class-iah rather! 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[Cut to Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees a tag team contest scheduled fer one fall.. with a tweenty meenute time leemit.. introducing first.. [Keyboards. For those Faith No More fans in the audience, the song is immediately recognizable; "As The Worm Turns". For those who are not, the song will soon become attributed to the man whom uses it as his entrance theme. That man? The man who has stepped out from backstage, and stands stoically several feet from said entrance; "Deathdealer" Tommy Ganz.] #One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better #And you're probably an OK person, if only you had a job [Tommy, wearing a red singlet with a black anhk emblazoned across the chest, along with matching elbow pads, knee pads, and wrestling boots, makes his way to the ring, looking serious to a fault.] #Through the hollow tombs can see them #Through their mouths I can hear them praying for pain #But it's only a game [Rolling into the ring, Tommy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, then shuffles over to his corner, adjusting his elbow and knee pads.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 234 pounds and he hails from Boston, Massachusetts.. here is.. "DEATHDEALER" TOMMY GANZ!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG POP!!] #Listen, man, I know #That things are really rough #And everybody gets you #And life is really tough [One hand is raised, letting the fans know he's ready, which draws a mini-pop. He _is_ somewhat new, mind you.] #But I know that deep down inside #There's a feeling that rides #All the way to the end [The music fades, and Tommy knows it's go time.] AH: And his partner.. [A voice rings over the PA system...] Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!" [And with that, "Lowrider" by WAR begins to play as we see "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane slowly strutting his way out from behind the curtains. He's wearing a feathered fedora hat along with a sleeveless red sequined robe over his wrestling attire. Bobbing his head to the beat of the song in a completely unrhythmic sort of way, he begins to shake his shoulders and points his fingers furiously as the trumpets blare, grooving towards the ring in a bizarre and foolish looking sort of strut. The crowd begins to boo, because...hell, he looks like a damned fool.] #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip...# #Take a little trip with meeeee...# AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 258 pounds.. and he hails from Syracuse, New York.. here is.. "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [As if he didn't look stupid enough already, Lane stops in front of the ring apron to sing along with his own theme music. With each chorus, he points to a section of the crowd...whom begin to throw bottles and such at him. He pulls off his robe and hands it to the ringside attendant, whips off his hat, and leaps onto the ring apron, where he...strikes a pose. He steps through the ring ropes and struts around the ring some more, snapping his fingers to the beat as the song mercifully...ends.] AH: And their opponents.. [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.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he is accompanied by Cassandra! [POP!] He weighs in tonight at 247 pounds.. and he hails from Saint Louis, Missouri.. here is.. "DYNASTY" DANE LEVINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [As they reach the ring, Levine stops in front of a young boy in the front row. With a smirk on his face, he removes his sunglasses and then carefully places them on the boy's face. Backing up a bit, he takes a good look at the kid and then abruptly snatches the sunglasses off of his face, shaking his head. Looking into the camera with an arrogant grin, he 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.] AH: And his partner.. [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.] # 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 # AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 228 pounds and he hails from Salem, Oregon.. here is.. PHOENIX STEVENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Nice Pop!! 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.] --------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Tag Team Contest!!!!!!!!! Phoenix Stevens/Dane Levine vs. Tommy Ganz/Kendrick Lane Written By: Jimmy T --------------------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: There's the bell, Dirk, and this match is a disaster waiting to happen. Neither of these teams get along with each other! DD: You're right about that, Rodgers... and do you know what that means? JR: What? DD: I'm gonna have trouble picking which team to bet on. JR: Natch. [Both teams seem to be discussing their gameplans -- Stevens and Levine talking one one side, Ganz and Lane on the other. Neither of them appear to be clicking, either.] JR: Well, it looks like Levine is going in there first against Ganz... and Stevens and Lane don't look too happy about that, either. DD: Yeah, of course. Stevens is a cocky hotshot, while Lane knows he's damn good and that he deserves to be in there! JR: Oh, please. Phoenix isn't cocky at all... and I won't even touch on the topic of Lane. [Ganz and Levine circle the ring, glancing at each other. Ganz has a focused look in his eyes, while Levine just plain looks cocky. His valet, Cassandra, cheers him on outside.] JR: Ganz and Levine into a collar and elbow tie-up here... Ganz with a go-behind waistlock! DD: Oh, God... not this crap! [Levine tries elbowing Ganz in the face, but the Deathdealer sees it coming from a mile away. Ganz follows up with a takedown, slamming Levine to the mat. Tommy's grip slips, though, which allows Levine to escape and clinch a side headlock on the technician.] DD: Yeah, c'mon, Dane... squeeze is little head! Squeeeeze! JR: You're sick, you know that? Anyway, Levine has a side headlock locked on here... Ganz manages to get to his feet, though. [Ganz throws Levine into the ropes. Ganz rushes towards Levine as he comes back, but Dane does a leapfrog. Ganz comes off the other side... and gets caught by a cross body from Levine!] JR: Cross body! He got Ganz good with that one! ONE! TWO! [Pop!] JR: Ooh! Ganz kicked out! DD: That was a lie! JR: And Levine is having quite a tantrum there, Dirk. DD: Yeah, well, you'd have one, too, if you couldn't put away a bore like Tommy Ganz. [As Dane continues bitching at referee Eli Francois, Ganz sneaks up from behind and rolls up the Dynasty with a schoolboy!] DD: Ack! JR: Ganz from behind with a schoolboy! ONE! TWO! TH -- [Disappointed pop!] JR: Ah, two and a half. DD: I believe I witnessed some tights-pulling, Jake. JR: I believe you're watching the wrong match, because Ganz doesn't do that sort of thing. DD: I believe I will smack you upside your head. [As the commentators bicker, Levine resorts to an eye gouge to gain the advantage over Ganz. As Ganz is distracted with tending to his eye, Levine comes off the ropes...] "THHHHUUUUUUUDDDDD!" [... and drops Ganz on his head with a leaping Tornado DDT! Heel pop!] DD: Haha, yes! JR: Leaping tornado DDT by Dane Levine... "SMACK!" JR: ... who just got tagged out by Phoenix Stevens! [Pop! Levine glares a hole through his partner, who gives him a "them's the breaks"-style shrug.] DD: Hey, that wasn't fair! Francois should kick River's ass out of this match just for doing that! JR: Well, too bad... it's kind of perfectly legal, Dirk. 'Cause, you know, it's a _tag_. [Stevens picks up Ganz and hooks him. Phoenix then hoists him up and over with a quick vertical suplex!] JR: Ooh! Nice suplex by Phoenix, and Ganz is favoring the lower back now. Phoenix turns Ganz face first goes out onto the apron...? [Stevens grasps the top rope with his hands, jerks back a bit, and then springs himself forward. He flips over and lands on Ganz's lower back with a senton!] DD: Nice move by the kid. He must be learning things from Dane, huh? JR: I doubt that. Anyway, Ganz is in a world of hurt after that senton by Stevens onto his back... Stevens brings Tommy to his feet and tags Levine back in... [Dane reenters the ring, basically licking his chops now that he knows where Ganz is weakened.] DD: Ganz is lookin' pretty bad here, Rodgers. I'm obviously not gonna put a wager on him. JR: Right. Ganz is lifted up by Levine -- "CRRRRRUUUNNNNNNNCH!" JR: BACKBREAKER! Levine just dropped Ganz _hard_ across his knee! DD: He should've spanked him like a redheaded bastard child! JR: Um... DD: Wait, wait! I take that back! [Levine picks up Ganz's legs and hooks each one with each arm. He tries turning Tommy over for a Boston crab, but the Deathdealer holds his ground.] JR: Ganz isn't moving! Levine is trying to get a Boston Crab on him! DD: Just kick him in the nuts instead! JR: Would you stop, damn it? [Suddenly, Ganz yanks one of his legs out of Levine's grasp and manages to kick the Dynasty away. Pop!] JR: Nice counter by Ganz, who is getting back up to his feet... DD: He really needs to make a tag, though. JR: Levine sees Ganz and tries a lariat -- no! Ganz ducks under it! [Huge pop!] DD: No, dammit, no! JR: Ganz locks on a crossface chickenwing! Look at Levine flail! DD: It's a chokehold! Get in there, Francois! JR: Ganz is slowly ripping Levine's shoulder out of its socket... but I think he should just let go of the hold and tag in Lane. DD: Yes, I agree with that. Completely. [Heel pop! The crowd reacts to a mule kick to the crotch executed by Levine. Ganz collapses onto the ropes, holding his "special area" in pain. Levine, meanwhile, falls down to the canvas, grasping his left shoulder in pain.] DD: C'mon, Dane... you can make it! Tag in River! JR: For the last time, Dirk -- nevermind. Ganz just got hit down south by Levine, who's crawling over to his corner... looks like Ganz is doing the same, too. DD: Both of 'em are inches away, Jake. "SLAP!" "SMACK!" [Huge pop! Phoenix rushes into the ring at the same time as Kendrick Lane. However, as soon as Stevens and Lane are about to collide, Lane puts on the breaks and begins begging off.] JR: Look at Lane begging off! DD: Hook, line, and sinker, Rodgers. Hook, line, and sinker. [Suddenly, Lane lashes out with a kick towards Stevens's midsection -- but the leg gets caught! Pop!] JR: He caught the leg! Phoenix caught the leg! Lane is begging off again! DD: Hey, shut up! [Phoenix flings the leg away, nearly spinning the CLASSY~! One around. Stevens grabs Lane by the head and drops him with a DDT! Pop!] JR: DDT! Phoenix spiked him! Cover! ONE! TWO! THR -- [Heel/confused pop!] DD: LEVINE MADE THE SAVE! Hey, wait a minute... JR: What the -- ? Are you kidding me?! [Dane just stands there as Phoenix glares a hole straight through him. Levine just shrugs.] JR: That little egomaniac... DD: Eh, I dunno... I think Levine knew that Lane was gonna kick out, so why try? JR: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Dirk. [Just before Stevens is about to slug Levine, Lane comes in from behind with a rollup!] JR: Rollup by Lane! ONE! TWO! THR -- [Pop!] JR: No! Stevens kicks out in the nick of time! [As Lane lies there, still dazed, Stevens is back to his feet and storms towards his corner, where Levine hops down off the apron. He wants to avoid Phoenix's fury.] DD: Jesus, chill out, River. Dane was just trying to help you out! JR: Are you kidding me?! Wait a minute -- look out from behind! "THHHHUUUUDDDDD!" DD: Aww yeah! Classy bionic elbow! "THHHHUUUUDDDDD!" JR: And another one by Kendrick Lane! Phoenix is reeling! [Lane brings Stevens to the center of the ring, where he wraps an arm around Phoenix's head. Lane then sends Stevens' arm over his neck and lifts...] "WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!" [Heel pop!] JR: Ooh! Gourdbuster! [After that move, Lane stands up and begins taunting the fans, acting as if he'd won the match already.] JR: Oh, great. Lane is hotdogging now, which won't do favors for him. DD: Shut up, Rodgers... Lane's just having a little fun. JR: Normal people call it being way too cocky for your own good, Dirk. [Next, Lane extends his hand out to Ganz... but then pulls it away as Tommy was about to tag him in! Heel pop!] JR: Of all the dumbest things to do in this match... DD: Just having a little fun, Rodgers. No need to worry. [Just then, Ganz grabs Lane by the shoulder and spins him around...] "SMACK!" [...and nails Lane with a right hand! Eli Francois claps his hands in the air, signaling a tag!] DD: Hey! That was a punch, not a tag! You blind idiot! JR: Well, if it was legal, it was legal! Ganz nails an up and coming Stevens with a right... [Pop!] JR: And Ganz locks on the Kabel Naria! DD: No! JR: But here comes Dane Levine, booting Ganz right in the face! DD: Yes! [Levine picks up Ganz and holds him in a full nelson. Stevens pops back up to his feet and darts towards Ganz. Stevens tries to score a lariat on Ganz, but Ganz escapes from the full nelson, allowing Levine to be hit with the lariat instead! Pop!] JR: Oh! Stevens just lariated Levine out of his boots! DD: Oh, no! Forget about it, Phoenix -- sic Ganz! [Phoenix continues yelling at Levine, who is back up to his feet. Suddenly, Dane lashes out with with a superkick that sends Stevens into Ganz's arms!] DD: Agh! What're you doing, Dane?! JR: Ganz hooks Stevens -- "THHHHHHUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" DD: HOLY CRAP! JR: HALF NELSON SUPLEX! ALL IMPACT! GANZ BRIDGES IT! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING, DING, DING!] [MIXED POP!!!!] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. the winner of the match.. "DEATHDEALER" TOMMY GANZ AND "CLASSY" KENDRICK LANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ANOTHER MIXED POP!! as Ganz quickly slides to the floor getting out of the way of the oncoming Lane and Levine.. who both had the same idea.. Ganz pointing to his head and smiling as Lane now stomps his feet in anger and points back! Levine going over to the downed Stevens.. and starts stomping away!] JR: Stevens dropped on his skull because of Levine.. lost the match because of Levine.. and now Levine is kicking the man while he is down! Cowardly! DD: He's softening his opponent up for NiNO.. simple as that! JR: Thank God Levine is done.. as those two men slide out of the ring.. both want a piece of Ganz too but he's already disappeared through the curtains.. DD: He's a pansy. JR: Riiiiiiight.. he could take either of those two men with ease one on one.. but that's not Lane's style, now is it? DD: Lane likes two chicks at the same ti- JR: Ahhh, I didn't mean that. [Cut to Stevens who sits up.. shaking his head as if to say "what the fuck happened?".. he then rolls out of the ring and slowly makes his way towards the back.] JR: When those four men collide again in just two weeks in New Orleans, it's gonna be payback time for Tommy Ganz and Phoenix Stevens, I bet you that. DD: Doubtful, classy men don't lose to douche bags. JR: Oh, what a clas- ["Atomic Clock" begins to blast throughout the venue as "The Violator" Bobby Ray Wilkins slowly makes his way out the back to a huge heel crowd pop.] JR: Oh, just great. DD: I sense sarcasm?! JR: Yes, yes you do. [Wilkins grimaces at the bitter reception directed his way, wipes a hand over his face, and heads to the ring, muttering to himself as he does so. After a few moments, Wilkins gets the mic, and addresses the masses like only he can.] BRW: 'Fore Ah get dahn t'business 'bout what Ah'm gonna do at tha Nightmare in 'Nawlins... lemme address one fella that goes by tha name o' Johnny Black. [Wilkins looks down at the canvas before continuing.] BRW: Thank ya, bawh. Thank ya for comin' in here... runnin' off at tha mouth... an' then lettin' me spike ya on yer damn neck wit' tha Best Lar't In Tha Business, which put you outta yer misery, and saved all these here people from havin' ta lay their beady eyes on your unappreciative-o'-tha-sport self! HAW! [HUGE HEEL CROWD POP!] BRW: Johnny Black makes... two! [BRW holds up two fingers.] BRW: That boy, just lahk Doyle Woodall, he walked in 'ere, said 'is business, an' got stretchered out by tha Violator, that's right, good ol' B-R-W! Ah finally proved to y'all what exactly it is tha Violator does! Ah violate yer career! Ah _destroy_ it! And when Ah do... it's _legendary_! Ah'm not just tha "Violator" anymore! Ah'm tha _Legendary_ _Career_ _Violator_. C'mon, ya summamabitches, say it wit' me! ...LEGENDARY! ...CAREER! ...VIOLATOR! ...REPEAT AFTER ME, Y'ALL! ...LEGENDARY! ...CAREER! ...VIOLATOR! [BRW points to the crowd in an attempt to get them to cheer along, but all he hears is boos instead.] BRW: Ok... ok... Ah understand, Ah really do. It's gonna take some time for y'all to get wit' tha program, Ah know. Looks like we're gonna have ta take tha next step in Nawlins. See, Ah ain't got no opponent for the damn show! Black was supposed to be the man who was gonna get taken out, but Ah finished him off earlier than Ah expected! Boy ain't have no heart no way if he couldn't stand up after a broken neck! So, he's worthless, and now the Legendary Career Violator needs a new opponent! So, who's it gonna be? Ah ain't got to name no names, all o' y'all wanta piece o' tha best in tha business today, so which one o' y'all wanna come down here and take tha challenge? C'mon, I'm waitin'! [BRW brings the mic down to his waist, and walks over to the nearest corner, waiting. After a few moments, he pulls the mic back up, and says...] BRW: Ok, ok... Ah know what we gotta do for all them simple summamabitches in the back... we gotta hum tha Jep-er-day theme song! Dum dum dum dumdum dum dum dum... dum dum dum dum _dum_ dumdumdumdumdum... [And the boos are so loud, Wilkins nearly falls down.] BRW: ...ok, ok, ok... obviously, e'ryone's scared of the Lord of tha Ring-- me, o'course--, so Ah'ma tell y'all what Ah'm gonna do. Ah'm goin' to 'Nawlins... Ah'm walkin' down that aisle like tha real man Ah am, and one o' y'all is gonna answer mah damn challenge! Whichever one of ya does? Yer limpin' back. _Yer_ _limpin'_ _back_. [And with that, "Atomic Clock" by Monster Magnet begins to blast throughout the venue yet again, as Wilkins makes his way back up the aisle...] DD: The Legendary Career Violator!!!!!!!!!!!! JR: You gotta be kidding me. This punk puts a cast on his arm and claims his lariat is hot shizznit? DD: Don't blast the greatest man in this company. JR: Screw that, Dirk. This man put Doyle Woodall on the shelf.. this man broke the neck of Johnny Black.. he ended the poor kid's career with a phoney damn cast around his arm.. DD: Phoney? He has serious arm problems! JR: And you aren't gay! DD: [...] Hey! Wait a minute! JR: Folks.. up next we have the debut of our first ever true luchadore.. DD: Tarantella is back?! JR: [...] Hrm.. you know what I mean. Our first taste of Mexico as Gran Dragoneer Z is set to debut against a man who's been quite edgy lately.. a legend in his own right.. Bobby Taylor. DD: Edgy doesn't say half the story, Jake. This guy has menstrual cramps, consistently. JR: Thanks for the visual. Fans.. let's take you to some comments from Gran Dragoneer Z. DD: Odelay! [Fade in on a map of Japan. A young, male voice starts to narrate the voice-over.] VO: Japan, hotspot of Eastern civilization. A country filled with greatness. Be it tradition ... [Shot of a samurai riding a horse, cut straight out of "Shogun".] VO: ... skill ... [An anime ninja sneaks through the night.] VO: ... athleticism ... [Two sumo wrestlers clash.] VO: ... or technology ... [A parking lot filled with thousands of Toyota cars.] VO: ... Japan has always been cutting edge. Now, a man who embodies the Nippon qualities has stepped on the Grand Isle. [Cut to the shadow of a man.] VO: A man who has bested all the dangers Japan threw at him. [Rapid succession of images now: Samurai, sumo wrestler, ninja, Godzilla.] VO: A man who is out for blood and destruction who will change the face of wrestling. [Cut back to the shadow. The figure casting it slowly raises his arms.] VO: Beware the Gran Dragoneer Z. [The familiar battlecry of Godzilla can be heard. Fade to black.] DD: Um, Jake.. I thought you said he was a luchadore? JR: Hrm.. well.. my bad. DD: Hehehehe.. gotta love this place! JR: I thought he was.. well, damn.. anyway.. let's go over to Antonio Hervez for the official introductions.. [Cut to Antonio Hervez.] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled fer one fall.. with a tweenty meenute time leemit.. introducing fi- [Suddenly, AC/DC's "Back In Black" starts up to a huge pop from the GIW faithful that know it can only the mean the entrance of one man... "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor. Taylor storms through the entryway, a scowl plastered across his face. He pauses for a moment, in his usual black jeans, black boots, and of course, capped with the trademark black Stetson. Taylor shakes his head at the cheering fans before making his way to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.] DD: Bobby doesn't feel like waiting that extra ten seconds! He's pissed! JR: He sure has a scowl on his face, and this can't be good for the smallish Gran Dragoneer Z. ["The Outlaw" pulls a cordless mic from his jeans pocket and gestures for the music to be cut.] BT: I came here tonight expecting to have finally gotten through to some people. I came here tonight expecting that after what I did to Kendrick Lane last time we were here... someone might have noticed. What I did _not_ expect was to show up here tonight to see the same god damn disrespect I've experienced my entire career still being shown. [The crowd buzzes a bit, surprised by Taylor's words.] BT: All my life, I've fought to get where I wanted to be. All my career, I fought to get out from under the shadow of John Wesley Hardin... to put his god damn ghost to rest once and for all. I've fought the best in the world... and won a hell of a lot more than I lost. I've left bodies broken and bloodied from Los Angeles to South Laredo to New Jersey to Japan... ... and it's Grand [BLEEPING] Isle that wants to show me disrespect? [A few fans boo Taylor's mocking tone. He simply shakes his head.] BT: When I first came to this company, everyone wanted to know just what I'd do. They wanted to know whose side I was on... was I here to help McBaine and his flunkies? Was I here to help Nelson and his bitches? I'm starting to think that as soon as I stepped in the door I should have stepped right back out. [Okay... that pissed some fans off. The boos are getting louder.] BT: Grand Isle Wrestling apparently has no desire to show the respect a man, a warrior, a competitor like myself deserves. And you want the perfect example? Tonight... I come to this stinking sh[BLEEP]hole of what this promotion would have you believe is an "arena". I came to this place expecting to be given a match with a real challenge. McBaine... Rembrandt... hell, even Nelson or Brady. Instead? I get some god damn freak from Mexico making his [BLEEPING] debut. This isn't acceptable, Grand Isle. It's not acceptable at all. [Taylor removes his Stetson, hanging it on the post.] BT: And if you're not gonna give me the respect I deserve... maybe I'll just break the kid's spine and _make_ you respect me. ["The Outlaw" violently throws down the mic, gesturing towards the back.] JR: He's going off the deep end, Dirk! DD: Well, I would too with the lack of respect this company and it's fans have given him. JR: They've fallen for this guy.. and he spits all over them! DD: Hey, did you notice? JR: What? DD: He called him a man from Mexico too.. are you sure we got this guy's legal papers? JR: Yes, I don't know what to say. All I know is that I hope this man from Nippon takes it to the ultra-sensitive Bobby Taylor.. maybe end this miserable bastard once and for all.. AH: And his opponent.. ["Come with me" by Puff Daddy starts to play over the PA and at the head of the aisle appears Gran Dragoneer Z. The rather small man is wearing a full bodysuit, It is neon green in colour, with picture of old-school Godzilla on his back. The neon green mask covers his whole head. There is a red "Z" imprinted on it.] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 203 pounds.. and he hails from Nippon, Japan.. here is.. GRAN DRAGONEER Z!!!!!!!!!!! [Gran Dragoneer Z walks slowly to the ring. As he reaches the ring he raises his arms and the familiar battlecry of Godzilla (obviously played over the PA) echoes through the arena, to the laughter of the crowd. Dragoneer jumps to the apron, then hops on the turnbuckles and flips into the ring. The masked man bows to the crowd and moves into a corner, hopping to warm up.] DD: You gotta be shittin' me. JR: Dirk! DD: Well, c'mon now.. just look at this fool! JR: True enough. |
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----------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Contest Debut!!! "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor vs. Gran Dragoneer Z Written By: Terry Jue ----------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: Bobby Taylor's been on a rampage these past few weeks. I'm not too sure if this newcomer will have much luck against the "Outlaw." DD: It's a moron wearing a green bodysuit that comes out to Puff Daddy. What the hell do you expect him to do other than get his ass kicked by a pissed-off cowboy? [Taylor doesn't even wait, charging right at Dragoneer with a lariat, but the luchadore quickly ducks, slipping under and leaps back with a thrust kick aimed right under Taylor's chin...] ______SSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!______ Crowd: OHHH!!! JR: SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!!! TAYLOR NEVER SAW IT COMING!!! DD: Sweet Jesus jumpin' ja-hosa-fat... [Stunned, but not really hurt, Taylor gets to his feet to see Dragoneer keeping that funk alive with some spastic dance moves, drawing a small cheer from the crowd. The expression on his face is one filled with rage.] JR: But Bobby Taylor doesn't look the least bit hurt! He's back up and he's livid! DD: You got a man in a gimp outfit dancing at _HIS_ expense. You think he's going to take that crap? [Once again, Taylor charges right at the luchadore. Just like before, GDZ dodges the Arizona native, leapfrogging over Taylor, causing him to hit the corner hard. He stumbles back and receives a spinning leg lariat to the back, which sends Taylor back into the corner, draped chest first over the turnbuckle. Adding insult to injury, GBZ nails a dropkick to the back! Face pop!] JR: Gran Dragoneer Z is dominating Bobby Taylor in the opening moments of this match and I don't think any of us expected this! DD: What kind of fucked up alternate dimension have we fallen into!? This idiot should've been dead by now! JR: What was the over/under, Dirk? DD: *Sigh* ...45 seconds. [GBZ pounds on Taylor's back with some weak strikes, before pulling him back and knocking him down. He climbs to the top rope, busting out some more nifty dance moves, before setting himself...] DD: What's that idiot doing now? JR: I don't kno-... [...and leaping off the top rope... ...and arching backwards... ...into... ...a shooting star press!] ______TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ Crowd: OHHHHHH!!! [Do you believe in miracles?] JR: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He calls that the Super Gojira Flash!!! DD: Holy shit...what the hell's going on!? ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! [Heel pop!] JR: Taylor just sent Dragoneer flying across the ring with that kickout! DD: Run, you pitiful bastard...run _NOW._ [Looking pissed off and nothing more, Taylor gets to his feet, literally shaking with rage. GBZ stands his ground, hitting the "Outlaw" with several chops to the chest, but none seem to have any effect on Taylor. Finally, Bobby grabs GBZ's hand in mid-air and rocks him with a HUGE headbutt, sending him flailing to the canvas. Heel pop! The luchadore bounces back to his feet and is immediately grabbed into a double choke! Taylor hoists him into the air, choking the life out of him before harshly depositing him onto the canvas.] JR: Gran Dragoneer Z controlled the early portion of the match...even hitting his finisher, but Bobby Taylor's shrugged _ALL_ of his offense off! DD: This is going to be brutal, JR... [Taylor drags GBZ to his feet...] JR: Oh no... [BRUTALITY POP!] DD: Oh boy... ______TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ Crowd: OH! DD: Holy crap...he just landed on his head! JR: Gran Dragoneer Z got absolutely _SPIKED_ by that piledriver! DD: It's over, Jakey baby...but I don't think Taylor's going to stop it there. Ain't it great??? [GBZ tries to get to his feet, only to quickly stumble back down onto his ass, with a dazed look on his face. However, Taylor is more than willing to help him up...] JR: BIEL TOSS!!! He got sent across the ring with that one!! [Taylor charges at the dazed GBZ, who looks up just in time...] ______SSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!______ Crowd: OHHH!!! [...to receive a face full of boot.] JR: BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!!! I think Dragoneer's out cold! DD: I do believe...we're witnessing the end of a career. Isn't this just the best thing you've ever seen, JR? JR: It's sickening, Dirk. It's damn sickening. [Taylor pulls the dazed luchadore back to his feet. Taylor slings him into the ropes, but GBZ leaps onto the top rope...] DD: Wait a second... [...springs off...] DD: What the hell... [...and twists around in mid-air, the crowd getting to their feet...] DD: WHOO!!!!! [...and quickly sit back down as GBZ lands into the arms of Bobby Taylor! Heel pop!] JR: Springboard twisting bodyblock by Gran Dragoneer Z, but he got caught in mid-air! Taylor's setting him up... ______TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! JR: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!!! DD: Wait, damnit...not yet! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Heel pop!] JR: He picks him back up! DD: Yes! [Taylor grabs GBZ in a waistlock and maneuvers himself and his completely spent opponent towards the ropes. He cracks a devious smile, before lifting...] ______TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ [Stunned silence.] DD: Woah. JR: Oh my God. [The cameras cut to a shot of Gran Dragoneer Z lying on the outside, unmoving, errily still, the victim of an Outlaw's Curse suplex. The crowd saw the angle GBZ fell on his neck...and it did not look good.] JR: I...I think he's hurt. DD: Yeah. [Pause.] I think he is. [Taylor exits the ring and harshly throws GBZ back into the ring.] JR: Thank God. Pin the man and let him get some medical help. DD: That was ugly, JR. I...don't know what to say. The man hit head-first. ONE!!! TWO!!! [HUGE PROTEST POP!] JR: Damnit! The man's injured! You've proven your point! DD: He's gone, JR...Taylor's gone. Just let it be. [The "Outlaw" wags a finger, before pulling GDZ back to his feet. He hooks him in a front facelock, GBZ literally hanging off his arms...] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!] ______TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!______ JR: Dear lord. DD: Cattlebuster, JR. JR: I know. DD: Damn. [The crowd is oddly quiet.] ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [BIG TIME HEEL POP!!!] AH: The winner of the match.. "THE OUTLAW" BOBBY TAYLOR!!!!!!!!! [ANOTHER HUGE HEEL POP! as Taylor just rolls out of the ring.. a sick look of success across his face as Francois immediately starts yelling for the paramedics to come down as GDZ has not moved an inch since the Outlaw's Curse, much less the Cattlebuster!] JR: My God.. Taylor has lost it, and if we have any more injuries on this show.. I'm gonna be sick, Gran Dragoneer Z is hurt and he's not moved an inch.. DD: I'm.. well.. at a loss for words. Taylor didn't have to do that. JR: No crap he didn't have to do that! You don't end people's careers just for fun.. this man may have a family, and kids of his own.. and bobby Taylor tried his damndest to kill the guy and now we don't even know what is wrong.. he hasn't moved and now the paramedics are out here with a gurney, my oh my.. this is bad. DD: Just.. wow. JR: Fans, um.. we gotta.. right now we are gonna take you to some pre-recorded comments from City Jack.. we don't know where it was filmed or what exactly his condition is but I'm sure he'll tell us himself.. DD: Well, at least he isn't in the building, that's good enough for me. JR: Following that.. we will show you some footage of what Rembrandt had to say earlier as well.. as these two truly are on a collision course heading into the Nightmare in New Orleans.. DD: Remmy will take that belt off fat boy's waist.. if tubby even makes it. JR: Let's hear what they both had to say. [Cut away from the eerily quiet and somber scene of GDZ being set on the gurney cautiously.] [Scene comes to the outside of a brick rowhouse, where one City Jack sits in front of, soaking up the sunny skies in his lawn chair. A beer in one hand... and a cast on the other arm, one can see that CJ's not totally his sunny, healthy... well, relatively healthy self. Jack gives a tip of his black "#3" cap before starting up.] CJ:Ya know, I wasn't even gonna do one of these things here, one of these interviews, after last time around... [Jack pauses and gives a slight shake of his head.] CJ: I'd thought the worst... Just got done one helluva tough match with that Destiny fellow and celebratin'? It was all in my mind there once I got third count. Now sure, after all them other shows with that little weasel there of an artist coming in and stiffin' me to a beatdown, celebration should've been the last thing on my mind. Hell, yeah, I should have putting my eyes out on watch for that character. But I... [Jack shakes his head again and looks down at his casted right arm, patting it with his left hand.] CJ: But I done sure paid one big price for that... And, hey, I don't know it would have helped matters none. Seems like that Rembrandt got in that ring even before the match started, that's how quick it was to me. To hear that snap... To hear that... [Jack pauses and sighs.] CJ: Nothing else but my future was on my mind then. The pain, revenge, Rembrandt, the TV title - Naw, none of that was racing through my noggin'. The only thing I could think of, and damn I wasn't one scared son of gun thinkin' it... But all I could think of if this all was the end. I pretty much live off this here right arm of mine, hittin', lifting... everything. I ain't like them featherweights who can rely on their other assests like speed and agile-ity. [Jack shakes his head again while he takes his cap off to mop his forehead with a napkin. After a quick swig of beer, City continues on.] CJ: Ya know, it's something like... [City Jack looks down at his watch.] CJ: I guess about three hours until that there show now. Normally, right about now, I'd be down there to meet, greet, and share stories with all them fans like I always do. Hell, I'm only about twenty some minutes away right now from that Sand Dollar, but lookin' at this... [Jack slightly lifts up his right arm, with a bit of a grimace.] CJ: I know I can't go down there. That doctor of there's flat out told me not to come down there. Some of them higher ups also told me to stay away, sayin' they don't want to risk me getting injured or even attacked again by that Rembrandt. And me? I... I don't know. [Jack looks away for a moment.] CJ: I can't say in my life I done backed away from anything. If someone dared me to do something, I'd do it... Heh, even some of them dumb little dares we do when we're younger. Challenges - I always met 'em. I always gave them a try, win or lose. I can't say I remember once running away from anything or anyone... [Jack pauses again, a look of concern on his face.] CJ: But here, I can't say this is some little child-like situation here. Anythin' else were to happen to me, to my arm - I don't know, but I'm sure it can get brokener... Man, I can't say what would happen. I can't step away from this wrestling here... Not after all I've been through and done. [Jack sighs.] CJ: I just can't, you know? I just can't... [City Jack looks off to the side again as he takes in another dosage of beer. The camera zeros in on Jack's caste on his right arm until it fades out.] V: City Jack, City Jack... [We open up on a rather... grainy, shaky shot of the Killer from Kyoto, Rembrandt. It may be the lighting, but the man looks a little pale... Like he's had something on his mind for some time now, the sort of thing that can consume a person... He is standing up against what appears to be your average black backdrop, dressed in his usual ring attire - a black gi, no shirt. He has a distant, distant look in his eyes, almost as if he's lost in thought, his mind elsewhere.] R: I know... I know the situation looks bad. I know you're in a tremendous, unbelievable amount of pain. I know you're doing your best to fight off depression; I imagine it must feel like your world is closing in around you. It must feel like you're suffocating... It must be terribly frustrating. [A long pause - he looks down at his feet, supresses some kind of sick chuckle, and looks back up at the camera.] R: I can make it all go away, though, City Jack. I can make your world stop spinning out of control and plant your feet firmly back on the ground. I can bring you back to the real world, the world where you're nothing more than a glorified fat degenerate slob and not some kind of... superhero. I demand an apology, City Jack. [He nods.] R: That's right- I demand an apology. I want you to get down on your knees and _beg_, beg me to forgive you - forgive you for daring to believe that you could exist on the same level as me, that you're a true champion - you, City Jack, are not the best of the best. You're not a role model, you're no one to be admired. But by carrying that title around with you? You try and pass yourself off as one of the elite. You think it's your pass to Mount Olympus? You want to be like Hercules? Think again, boy. [He shakes his head.] R: I know you're hurting. I know you're desperate, deep down inside, for all of this to end. I can make it happen. I can rescue you from your despair. [Again, he nods, although not as enthusiastically this time - slower, more deliberate.] R: All you have to do is give me your title. All you have to do is grant my one wish, make my _dreams_ come true, City Jack. Otherwise? [He grinds his teeth, glaring directly into the camera lense.] R: I'll see to it that the first thing you feel when you wake up... And the last thing you feel before you fall asleep... [We slowly fade out, and the killer lowers his voice to a barely audible whisper...] R: Is misery. [Silence.] JR: Good lord. Rembrandt is certifable.. and City Jack.. well.. I've never seen Jack that far out of place mentally and physically.. DD: This bodes well for Rembrandt for in two weeks.. come hell or high water.. City Jack will either defend his title or forfeit it, either way.. it's going home with the Killer From Kyoto! JR: Oh, I do hope not. DD: It's hopeless. JR: We shall see. Up nex- [Drums pick up -- and the fans, those that watch the E, anyway, recognize the music. "Sweet Dreams" Shane Destiny and Roxie just storm out the entrance, to the sounds of "Touched by the Hand of God (Razormaid Remix)" by New Order -- Destiny's EMWC music. Destiny steps into the ring, and promptly shoves down Antonio Hervez, which triggers a heel pop so loud you'd think Destiny was the anti-Christ.] JR: The gaul fo this punk bitch! DD: Jake! JR: No! Screw this douche! DD: Jake! [Destiny scoops up the microphone that was dropped when he sent the poor midget flying, and begins to speak -- or he would, if the crowd wasn't railing on him so hard. He pauses, looks at his watch, and decides to start anyway.] 2SD: Th' hell with it -- I got a plane t' catch whether y'all want t' hear m' speak or not. S' I'm goin' t' say what I got t' say whether y'all are goin' t' simmer down or not. [Destiny looks around and rolls his eyes.] 2SD: S' Jamie Roth wants a two out o' three falls match f'er th' next card. That's fine with ol' 2-S-D. Thing is, tho', there's just not enough in it for ol' 2-S-D. Not enough at all. In fact, I was just about t' turn th' match _down_, when I had an epiphany. An' it came in th' form o' two manilla envelopes -- one from Los Angeles, one from Michigan. But y'all don't need t' know where those places are t' understand where I'm comin' from, right? [More boos. I guess not.] 2SD: Now, I got t' break this down for y'all, since combined y' got th' braincells t' start a lawnmower. Inside these envelopes were contracts -- contracts that put ol' Shane Destiny on easy street. Thing is, they said they'd let m' come to Grand Isle as much as I want t'. I think I lucked out -- I'm th' only person I know o' in both places that's allowed t' work for piddly littl' indies like this stinkpit. [Destiny pauses.] 2SD: So I thought t' myself, why not live up t' th' image Jamie Roth tries t' paint f'er me? H' wants m' t' b' th' biggest jerk in th' world? I'll give him that -- an' s' much more it'll hurt th' poor bastard t' even think about m'. [Destiny grins, looking at Roxie, who has a very broad smile in her face as well.] 2SD: GIW is all th' poor fella's got as far as wrestlin' goes -- so I'm goin' t' take that away from him. Jamie Roth -- two out o' three falls? That's peachy keen with m'. But -- if y' get t' pick that stipulation, I get t' pick one o' m' own. My pick? Loser -- leaves -- town. [And that just about tears the roof out of this place.] 2SD: Y' heard right, loser leaves town. Y' beat me, an' I'll pack m' bags, an' spend th' rest o' my career bouncin' between Los Angeles an' Michigan, an' never show m' face in Grand Isle again. But when I beat y' -- an' y' know I will -- I will have taken y' out of th' one ppromotion y' work for. Essentially -- I'll end y'er stinkin' career. This ain't about pride n' more, Roth -- this is about y'er career an' m' desire t' prove I am better than y'. Now, if y' will excuse m' -- I've got a plane t' catch. [The music fires up again, as Destiny exits the ring.] JR: LOSER LEAVES TOWN!! TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS!! ROTH AND DESTINY!! WHAT A MATCH!! DD: Yer damn right it's a classic in the makings.. for two reasons. JR: They are? DD: Well.. one.. both men will bring the goods. JR: Granted. DD: And.. two.. it'll be the last we ever see of Jaime Roth!!! JR: Not if Jaime has something to say about it! I hope that turnboat.. that punk Shane Destiny is canned.. have fun in Michigan and El Aye, Shane.. we don't want you anyhow. DD: Not gonna happen. [...] JR: Fans.. up next we've got ourselves a hot singles contest between two of the most hated men in the company.. Lucas McCall facing off against the monster in Pegasus.. let's hear what Pegs had to say earlier today. [Backstage. We see Pegaus pacing back and forth a bit. He's decked out in his wrestling attire and also sports a black "GIW" t-shirt. He stops for a moment and looks at the camera before starting back to his pacing.] PEGASUS: It's times like this I have to wonder why I even bother. I do the one thing no one has been able to do and what do I get for it? [He stops and looks at the camera.] PEGASUS: I get some schmoe as an opponent. And it's not even the fact it's a schmoe. It's someone I have absolutely no connection with. There's nothing for me to gain out of this. What? I beat the guy, and I move up the rankings inching my way closer to a title shot? [He rolls his eyes.] PEGASUS: Please. I walked in and had a title shot in my _debut_ match. If I got a shot at a belt in my debut match, what good is it going to do me to beat this schmoe? [He nods as if you guessed the answer to his question.] PEGASUS: No good at all. So what's the point? Want to hear me lob a few insults his way? Want to see me lift a clenched fist and smash it down onto his head as a I scream "Pegasus smash!" really loud? [He shakes his head.] PEGASUS: That's probably it. You know what? I won't give you the satisfaction of even seeing that happen. I'm going to do what I do in a situation like this. [He nods again.] PEGASUS: I'm going to do the very thing that people hate. You annoy me? I annoy you right back by striking where it's going to hurt the most... the fanbase. [Pegasus arches a brow sightly.] PEGASUS: Don't believe me? [He gets one of those half-smirks crossing his face.] PEGASUS: Just watch. [Cut back to ringside.] JR: A frightening specimen indeed is the one man army, Pegasus. DD: Yeah.. this man is a human wrecking ball, Jake.. a human goddamn wrecking ball. JR: Well, let's see what the human wrecking ball can do in singles action.. Antonio Hervez.. take it away. [Cut to Hervez.] |
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AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees a singles contest scheduled fer one fall.. with a tweenty meenute time leemit.. introducing first.. [Angus Young brings the opening strains of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long (live)" to life.] AH: On his way to the ring.. 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 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 bicep flex.] AH: And his opponent.. ['Protect Ya' Neck' by the Wu-Tang Clan plays over the Gee Eye Dub sound system, out from the back walks Lucas McCall, he walks gingerly to the ring, cursing at the fans as he does, plastered across his face is both a drunken daze and a shit-eating grin, nothing fancy 'bout this guy.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 237 pounds.. and he hails from Boston, Massachusetts.. here is.. LUCAS McCALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd rips into a heel pop as he tosses up a finger at the crowd in general.. then just smirks at his opponent..] -------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Singles Contest!!!!!! Pegasus vs. Lucas McCall Written By: Ryan Duffy -------------------------------------------- JR: And Pegasus isn't waiting for the bell here... as he goes in right after Lucas McCall with a big time boot to the side of his face! DD: GOOOOOOAAAAL! JR: What the hell are you saying? DD: It's World Cup time. JR: I didn't know you were a soccer fan. DD: Oh, I'm not. I just like to bet against the Americans. [Eli Francois signals for the bell as McCall tries to recover from the big boot. Pegasus goes right after McCall in the corner with right hands, each on rocks McCall back into the ropes bouncing off of them with a harsh force.] JR: Pegasus with an unrelenting attack here in the opening moments of this match. DD: He is just seven feet of pissed off goodness, isn't he? JR: I'd say so. McCall trying to get back to his feet, but he's a little wobbly legged.. Pegasus with the whip into the ropes... _SSSSSSSLLLLLLAMM!_ [A little bit of a pop from the GIW crowd.] JR: Side slam and a beauty! And now Pegasus back up to his feet, and this unforgiving monster is letting the GIW fanbase know how he feels. DD: I would be pissed if I was Pegasus too. Here you are, waiting for your shot against Nelson and they toss you into a match like this.. [Pegasus with some vile words towards the crowd and they quickly begin to cuss back at the man. Pegasus with a smirk on his face heads back over to where McCall is trying to, once again, get back to his feet.] JR: Pegasus with a handful of hair of McCall.. [Ooooh! Pop from the crowd!] DD: Day-um. JR: McCall goes low with a knuckle sandwich. DD: That's called blood in the urine. JR: McCall back up to his feet, and Pegasus still doubled over.. McCall off the ropes and comes down with a kick to the side of Pegasus' head! The big man still not off of his feet here, McCall off of the otherside... another shot to the side of Pegasus' skull! DD: And _still_ the big man stays on his feet. JR: McCall off of the ropes for a third time... NO! Pegasus catches him around the throat! He's going for a chokeslam. DD: It could be adios for McCall here... [Relief pop!] JR: McCall breaks the hold with a thumb to the eye of Pegasus! McCall is using every single underhanded tactic here, but the big man won't go down. DD: I gotta give McCall some credit here, he's not giving up the match. JR: McCall with the advantage here again, he backs up.. _SLLLLLLLLAPPP!_ JR: Short arm lariat by McCall, but the big man only backs up a few steps. DD: It's going to take a little more to drop Pegasus to his feet. JR: McCall again backs up.. _SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAPPPP!_ JR: And even stiffer looking short arm lariat and Pegasus rocks backwards in the ring...one more might be able to drop him to the mat. DD: Three to one says it doesn't. JR: McCall backing up once again and he comes lunging forward with this one... _SLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMM!_ [Heel pop for the move.] JR: And Pegasus catches McCall out of thin air and drops him quickly with a fallaway slam! McCall bounced off of the ring.. DD: And we know how cheap that ring is. JR: Pegasus is back up and McCall is trying to recover after that wicked slam. Pegasus with the quick shot with the side of McCall's head and once again that grounds him. McCall back up again, and Pegasus grounds him with yet another shot. DD: Stay down, it's less painful. [McCall instead takes the low road and rolls out of the ring and to safety on the outside. Pegasus, however, is soon to follow after McCall to the outside.] JR: McCall didn't get away far enough and Pegasus is right after him on the outside. Pegasus with a shove and that sends McCall right into the guardrailing! McCall hasn't been able to catch a break just yet. DD: That's why when you run, you've gotta run like O.J... don't half ass it, go for the border. JR: Pegasus with McCall by a handful of hair.. he goes for the... No! Poke to the eyes by Lucas McCall and that's going to give him some time here. DD: That's just going to piss Pegasus off some more, actually. JR: And now it's McCall who takes some shots to the side of Pegasus' head! [McCall continues to look for the advantage anyway he can, as he continues to hammer away at the near seven foot monster. Pegasus, however, still hasn't been knocked off of his feet just yet.] JR: Pegasus with a shot of his own! Right to the throat of McCall and that's going to send McCall stumbling backwards. DD: Here comes a big ass kicking. [Oooof! Pop from the crowd!] JR: A running kneelift by Pegasus! And that sends McCall up and over and crashing to the concrete floor! DD: Hey wow, we can afford concrete? JR: What were you expecting dirt? DD: Well- JR: Don't answer that. [McCall, with help from the ring apron, is able to pull himself back up. Pegasus is enjoying his time and even stops to throw some insults towards the GIW crowd. What a guy. Pegasus turns around in time to see McCall backing up towards the corner guardrailing..] JR: Pegasus charges in... [Big face pop!] JR: Pegasus missed with the boot! And crotches himself on the guardrailing! DD: Day-umn. But this is the time McCall needs to run! Run like the wind! JR: McCall isn't going anywhere... _big_ right hand and that rocks Pegasus backwards. McCall winds up and _connects_ again! Where's he going now? DD: He got his two lucky shots in and is now taking my advice. JR: No! McCall's got himself a chair! Lucas McCall still wants to get himself a piece of Pegasus and it looks like he's found the perfect weapon. [McCall folds up the chair and heads back over to where Pegasus is still trying to peel himself off of the guardrailing. McCall takes the usual proper batting stance as he winds up... _SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACK!_ [Big pop for that!] JR: OH MY! WHAT A CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE OF PEGASUS! DD: But Pegasus isn't even supposed to be here! [Pegasus more or less collapses to the concrete floor as McCall follows through with a solid shot.. 400 foot plus blast on that shot.. McCall inspects the chair for the crowd that has gathered around this area, and there's a nice sized dent in it.] JR: And now McCall is tossing the chair into the ring! This one is far from over yet, and McCall still wants to inflict some pain on the seven footer. DD: B plus on the swing, B minus on the follow through, but a total F on the idea. Why the hell would you want to piss off Pegasus? JR: Well, he's probably not conscience right now. DD: Doesn't matter! He's going to wake up! And there isn't a plane that travels fast enough out of this hellhole! Trust me, I've tried many times! [McCall turns his attention back to Pegasus, who is still a tad dazed... yeah, McCall picks the big man up with a handful of hair and quickly hits a couple of right hands before he brings him over and, in an impressive feet of strength, tosses the big man back into the ring.] JR: McCall in control now as he brings Pegasus back up to his feet. There's a kick to the midsection and that doubles the big man over... standing scissors lock applied by McCall.. he's going to try and he's going to try and piledrive him onto that _steel_ chair! DD: This can't be legal. Eli needs to get in there and break this up.. JR: McCall hooks his arms around the waist of Pegasus.. he lifts.. no! blocked! McCall tries to lift again... _SLLLLLLAMMMM!_ [Disappointment pop!] JR: Backdrop by Pegasus! And a good counter there. Was that a sigh of relief? DD: Gas. JR: Pegasus still on woobly legs after the chairshot, but was able to pull himself together long enough to backdrop McCall. McCall back to his feet quickly, and hits Pegasus from behind.. [Pegasus stumbles forward, and McCall continues his assault on Pegasus while the getting is good. A few more shots pretty much corners the big man.] JR: McCall's got him the corner... _big_ uppercut! And _another_ one! DD: Now, he's just begging for Pegasus to do something here.. JR: McCall pulls Pegasus out of the corner and he hooks the head in a front face lock. Could he be going for a suplex on the seven footer? DD: McCall was obviously smoking something before this match. JR: He goes to lift the seven footer.. No! Blocked by Pegasus. And now Pegasus pushes him off like a rag doll.. [But McCall is able to roll with the shove, and he pops right back up to his feet as once again Pegasus pauses to recover his marbles for a moment. McCall comes running in...] [No thud, slam, smash, or boom.] [...but a nice crowd pop!] JR: SMALL PACKAGE ROLL-UP BY McCALL! SMALL PACKAGE AND ELI COMES FLYING IN FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE- [Dammit pop!] DD: Phew. JR: And Pegasus is _just_ able to kick out of that at the last moment! McCall with the rare wrestling move, and it might have shocked Pegasus to the count of two and nine tenths. DD: It still brings McCall well short of the over under on his wrestling moves. JR: What did you have? DD: Three total. JR: That's actually a good bet. DD: Damn right. [McCall gets up and is a tad pissed off about the "slowness" of that count. He explains it to Eli how fast it should be, but then quickly opts to head over to where he tossed the chair earlier and scoops that up.] JR: Uh-oh. McCall's got that chair once again. DD: Like it's going to keep Pegasus down. JR: If McCall connects this could be the end of the match... [Pegasus gets back up to his feet, but is unaware that Lucas McCall is only a few feet away from him with that steel chair. Pegasus turns around... _SMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCKKKK!_ [Big heel pop from the crowd!] JR: PEGASUS WITH A BOOT TO THE CHAIR AND THAT SENDS IT INTO THE FACE OF LUCAS MCCALL! DD: McCall played with fire one too many times, and got burned! JR: McCall is laid out in the ring, but Pegasus isn't going for the pin on him just yet. This match is pretty much over, but Pegasus looks like he wants to get himself some more payback. DD: And you know what they say about payback? JR: Pegasus picks up the motionless body of Lucas McCall here. And quickly throws him into a standing head scissors! [Pegasus has some trouble keeping McCall on his feet, as the stunned McCall drops down to one knee, but eventually Pegasus is able to keep him up and locks his arms around the waist of McCall..] _THHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!_ [BIG HEEL POP FOR THE MOVE!] JR: A SICKENING THUD AS PEGASUS HITS A JACK-KNIFE POWERBOMB ON LUCAS McCALL! PEGASUS HOOKS THE LEG AND HERE'S THE COVER... DD: Not that he _needs_ to hook the leg. ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: And you winner Pegasus! DD: It was a hard fought.. no, I'm just kidding. Pegasus kicks the ass of Lucas McCall here tonight.. JR: Pegasus isn't leaving the ring yet! What else does this man want from Lucas McCall? [Pegasus begins to stomp away at McCall. The kicks send the already less-than-conscience McCall rolling towards the center of the ring in a heap of pain and possible injuries.] JR: This needs to stop! This is uncalled for! Pegasus is _trying_ to inflict injuries on an already defeated Lucas McCall. DD: More kicks by Pegasus, and I don't think the GIW has enough hired security guards to stop someone like Pegasus! [And not like he needed it, but Pegasus again begins to pull Lucas McCall up to his feet, and quickly throws him into another standing head scissors.] JR: Don't do this! The man has taken enough and this is just sick... [FACE POPS GALORE!] JR: HERE COMES LEVITICUS NELSON! DD: PEGS!! [Pegasus sees the monster of equal size jaunting down to the ring as he drops McCall to the mat.. Pegs opting to slide out the side of the ring as Nelson climbs in.. the crowd barreling into a big heel pop!] DD: Wooo! Good idea, Pegs, live to fight on equal grounds! JR: What?! What can be more equal than one on one?! DD: Anything but this! JR: Pegasus just pointing at Nelson in the ring.. and after what we just saw.. well, what is Pegasus afraid up truly? DD: What do you mean? JR: Leviticus Nelson is a tough, mean, monster of a man.. but what we just saw here was a decimation.. and do you think Nelson is up to the challenge? DD: Of course not! Pegasus will rule him! [...] JR: Don't ever quote that shitflick of a movie again, please. By the by, that was rhetorical.. for the fans.. if you ask me, Nelson is just what Pegasus fears.. a man of his size.. a man he can't push around.. DD: Blah blah.. are you just buying time while our crew sets up this travesty we call a steel cage? [Cut to the busy workers putting a side together hastily.. the cage no more than eight feet tall.. steel mesh.. as Nelson walks toward the back and McCall recuperates on the floor.] JR: Yes fans, we do have a few minutes to spare here as our crew works quickly at putting up our first ever steel cage here in the Grand Isle.. but fear not, as we have a few promos to run from the men involved in this match.. as we shall get their thoughts right now on what lies ahead.. a battle for the gold inside the steel cage! DD: Whoopy. [Backstage at The Pit, The Mashima-san stands alone, his tag team partner, Robert Kellan, conspicuous in his absence. A microphone in his hand, Harisoto scowls into the lens of the camera, pausing a moment to find a moment where the crowd noise lulls to a point where he can speak. A thick bandage is taped against his forehead.] HM: In a few short minutes, Kellan and myself are going to walk down that aisle and climb in that cage to sweat, bleed, and bleed some more for the privelege of carrying GIW tag team gold over our shoulders. They call us dark horses. They say we're cinderellas. I say f<beep> that. [The Dragon passes the mike from his right hand to his left, his voice growing louder and growling, somewhat.] HM: First and foremost, people tell me I'm crazy to do this tonight. I've got two men gunning for me, one that is pretty dangerous when he can manage to pull his head out of his ass, and another I have no clue about. Masked man, I know my focus should be on Nelson and Brady, and only Nelson and Brady, tonight, but getting 8 hardware staples yanked out of my skull kinda' puts you on my brain. I don't know what your fascination is with me, or what I did to you to warrant you interrupting my personal business with my personal bitch, Mr. Cutler, but let me make you aware of something - I don't care. The who's and why's of the matter are inconsequential. You signed your ass to me last week, Halloween, and I'll more than gladly cash that check. [Mashima points to the bandage.] HM: Don't think I've forgotten you in all this, Jake. The wound on my skull might not be fresh, and the bleeding might not be yours, but I'm still sporting a concussion from where you decided to spring me over the cranium with a length of iron. Just because I layed you out with the Billion Dragon Bomb last week don't make us even. We're so far from even I can't see even through a damned telescope. I don't know if you ever manage to catch my television elsewhere, but let's say that I've adapted a bit of a... change. Which is good news for me. Bad news for you. I'm still the man I was. Only now, I'm more. I can still outwrestle you on my worst day. Now, I'm going to kick your teeth out and laugh about it while I do so. Dark horse. Tonight, Brady and Nelson, you go toe-to-toe with the Wife Beater and the Bitch Eater. Good luck to you. You're gonna' need it. Everyone else says we ride the dark horse. I say we ride the pale horse, and all hell... [Hari flashes us a smile.] HM: Get ready. We're coming to the steel, mates, and walking away with the gold. [Fade out.] [He sits, tired, his wide back leaning against a concrete wall. A baseball cap covers his head, his torso sheathed in a grey GIW t-shirt. Robert Kellan looks like a man with a ton on his mind. His soul worn from the emotional storm inside him. The toiling within the Grand Isle, trying to make a name for himself. The battles against all manner. Through the tag tournament, through Bad Eye himself. But after all that, it's not his body that hurts so much. His thick torso is stretched, he is dressed in his blue and silver ring attire. One callused hand, one not fearful of a hard days work, rubs over his face as he inhales a deep breath.] RK: I've been dropped on my head. I've been punched and kicked. I've been put through tables and hit with chairs. But when the days over, I'm packing my gear, unlacing my boots and going home...it isn't any of that on my mind. It's not my job. It's not my family. It's you Lucas. You're on my mind. Everything you've done to me. All the lies and tricks and games you've been putting me...my family through, all for your sick pleasure. [He tilts not his head upwards, but his eyes, opening them slowly, glaring upwards. The determination...the intensity...the matter-of-factly gaze is fierce, sharp.] RK: Every little thought of every little minute is occupied with me wanting to get back at you. With me wanting revenge. With me wanting to wrap my hands around your neck and ... [He trails off, once again sighing.] RK: But I won't, Lucas, but don't take that as pity. Take it as me loving my wife enough not to do what I continuously think of doing to you. She keeps me back. She reigns me in. She keeps me from doing what I know I'd regret in the end. Now if she could control my thoughts things might be a bit easier. Maybe I could be a bit more focused on what I should be. [Sitting up, he tilts the brim of his cap upwards, allowing for a fuller vision of the room...and of his face. He pauses, speaking not a word, the forlorn, exhausted look on his face easing a bit as he lets his mind wander to a different subject...a different worry.] RK: Lucas or not, problems with Lydia or not, I got a job to do and no way am I letting Mash down...fans down...or myself down. No one thought we'd make it. No one thought we'd get anywhere but here we are, tonight, getting a shot at Gee-eye-dub's tag titles, in a cage match, in the main event. [He nods.] RK: Darkhorse indeed. [A smile creases his face as he continues.] RK: Myself [he points to himself] and Mash are on the same page. Nelson and Brady are on the same page. What does that make? That makes for four men about to go down the aisle, into that cage and sweat and bleed and break our bodies for those two leather and gold straps. Some might think we're insane. We think we're doing our jobs. That's what it'll be. Us four, doing our jobs and loving every moment of it. Not us four hating each other. Not us four going in there looking to kill each other. [He stands up, to his full, near six and a half foot height, stretching his two hundred and seventy pound musculature. His gaze fixes forward, staring intently into the camera.] RK: Russ, Leviticus...best of luck boys but tonight I have a feeling I'll be rolling the dice a bit better then normal. It might not be what people expected...it may be an upset...it may be pure luck...but that ain't gonna keep it from happening. [Again, he nods, the smile disappearing, a sheen of anger coming across his face and voice.] RK: I am not forgetting about you Lucas. They might be good guys, but they're going to be looking like you tonight. Every time I get in there, I'll be seeing you. If I can't get my hands on you...if I can't do what I please to you...if I can't do what you _deserve_... [And he is interrupted, stopping in midsentence. His voice halts instantly, not trailing off, just stopping. His eyes become fixated, wide open fixed on something out of sight. His mouth utters nothing, his jaw fallen. His eyes...his gaze...tells everything. In the doorway, tears streaming down her pale skin, body trembling...Lydia Kellan. His wife. He steps slowly, not saying a word, reaching out his trunk like arms to embrace her within his enveloping grasp. She disappears as her body collides with his, only a quiet sobbing heard. He holds her, holds her tight...close...not saying a word...waiting for one from her. She does speak, not moving from where she is. Her voice shakes, barely audible.] LK: Robert. Whatever it takes, Robert. [She cradles him closer, his chin resting atop her head. Maybe, just maybe if these were different circumstances... ...you might see a smile.] [Fade out.] JR: Talk about intense.. those two are ready for a war and a war is what they are going to get. DD: I hope all four of these bastards take a Johnny Black and die. JR: Dirk! DD: Had to say it. JR: Well, the cage is almost set.. so let's hear some final words from Russ Brady.. and then cut you right over to the cage and Antonio Hervez.. [Fade in to a hot summer day, with the sun hanging over an old junkyard. Standing in said yard, wearing blue overalls with only one strap buttoned and sweating profusely is Russ Brady. Russ' blonde hair is held back by a thin black bandanna, his face stubble-y as usual.] RB: Somethin' 'bout these 'ere junkyards...they's addictin', if'n yer a guy like me. In mah spare time, 'tween sheddin' an' spillin' blood...Ah like ta fool 'round with cars. Pick up a part here er there, see if Ah can make it fit somewhere. 'bout half tha time, they's stuff Ah can use, tha other half it don't go ta plan. Story o' mah life. Tryin' ta play the game tha way McBaine does...min' games'n such...wasn't a good move. Fergettin' mah way o' doin' thangs sure as hell didn't fit. So Ah had ta fix the situation. [Brady reaches down and picks up a wrench, holding it in his right hand.] RB: Bustin' yer head open, callin' in favors 'at were owed me...that's just part o' the solution, bastard. You been givin' me the run aroun', offerin' ta be yer "right hand man." Didja really thank 'at Ah would go fer that? Ah know ya din't, Ah know you was jes' tryin' ta delay tha o'vious. An' whut issat o'vious, you ask? Reach ta tha top o' yer head'n feel the lump. _That_ is tha o'vious. It's a harsh reality, as they say. An' Ah know the reality o' those actions...yer gonna show yer face this week. Ah know it. Cause yer ass cain't deal with me layin' you out. Well be mah guest McBaine, march yer ass down. Watch jes' what Nelson an' me do. [Brady nods his head, tossing the wrench as he leans against a car.] RB: Yeah, the title match. Fer the tag belts...with the big Texan as mah partner. Never thought Ah'd see tha day when Ah trust a Texan the way Ah do Levi...but the sumbitch is double tough, an' he sure as hell got mah respect, somethin' Ah jes' don' give out ta anyone. Per'aps maybe Ah should "respect" Kellar an' Mashermy, Ah mean after all they jes' din't get here on luck. They hadda put some sorry bastard on the mat fer the three, right? Mebbe so, but it still ain't gonna matter. Bah gettin' this far, ya jes' prolonged tha beatin', delayin' the obvious. Found a way ta keep movin' yer number ta tha bottom o' the pile...but there ain't no numbers left boys. So batter up. [Nod.] RB: Not ta say 'at Ah don't thank yer decent fighters, cause ya wouldn't be here if ya wasn't. Yeah, yer aright Ah guess...but yer also overmatched. An' when it's in the steel cage, well...it ain't gonna be pretty. But Ah ain't gonna say it's some message ta McBaine...cause it ain't. This match is about 'em belts...which Ah want. If McBaine wants a message, Ah can take care o' that. Easy. [Fade back to the cage.. a contraption of steel mesh.. looks sturdy and capable enough but nothing you'd see in the big leagues.. in the Empire, we just don't have that sorta cash. Instead.. it's 8 feet tall.. open top.. and looks razor sharp.. welcome to the Grand Isle. Hervez and Francois stand in the ring.. coming through the single door which shall be padlocked once Hervez sneaks out after introductions.. and speaking of..] AH: Ladies an' gentlemen.. our next contest ees scheduled fer one fall.. and eet ees a CAGE MATCH for the GIW TAG TEAM TITLES!!!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!] Introducing first.. [The opening baseline for 311's "Sick Tight" begins to flow as The Suicide Dragon makes his appearance, black leather mask in hand.] ## Head rush! ## [Clad in black cords rolled in cuffs, ratty black Chucks, and a white Mashima tank top, complete with dragon biting down on a shotgun, in green, on the torso, he is the image of casual slacker hipster. Wearing a smile, he climbs up the steps and into the cage, coming up quickly for the ring introductions.] AH: Hailing from Nippon, Japan, at a weight of two hundred and thirty pounds... [Hari slips the mask over his face, adjusting the two thick, brown elastic bands attached to the sides, along the back. Cut square in the eyes and the mouth, the leather has been tooled into the image of Mikaboshi, Japanese war god and fire spirit, a harsh, scowling visage not unlike the stereotypical Asian "Oni".] AH: The Suicide Dragon... HARISOTO MASHIMA!!!!!! [With that, Mash runs his paces, stretching a bit before leaning against the corner turnbuckle padding in wait...] AH: And his partner.. [Cue: Seven Mary Three "Cumbersome] [The crowd comes to their feet as they await the entrance of the up and coming star in Robert Kellan. He hasn't even appeared yet but they are standing...clapping...cheering.] DD: See, wifebeaters _can_ be cheered! I bet these people cheered the Nets! JR: Ugh... #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# AH: Introducin' first, the challengers... [Finally the curtains do part and lo and behold the fans do get that much louder, cheering as the thick form of Robert Kellan comes through the curtain, the intensity, emotion and volume from the crowd shocking him. A large smile creases his face as he starts down the aisle, exchanging high fives and hand shakes with every single fan that reaches out a hand.] JR: Kellan has become quite the fan favorite of late. These fans seem to be fully behind him, especially after his great performance against McBaine on the last show. DD: A performance in which he got his ass whupped. #I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past# #Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance# #But my old stone face can't seem to bring her down# #She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground# #I have become cumbersome to this world# #I have become cumbersome to my girl# AH: From Beaumont Texas, weighin' in at 271lbs... ROBERT KELLAN!!!!!!! [HUGE 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 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.] JR: Two shows in a row in the main event. Kellan and Mashima were darkhorses from the beginning yet here they are, in the finals. Quite the story. #Too heavy too light, # #Too black or too white, # #Too wrong or too right, # #Today or tonight# #Cumbersome# #Too rich or too poor,# #She's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more# #The bitter taste is cumbersome# [Circling the ring in full, he continues the exchange with the fans, _his_ fans, hopping up onto the apron and raising his fists in salute. He sling shots himself into the ring, the smile still there, still big and wide as he removes his baseball cap and t-shirt, warming up and stretching in his corner.] AH: And their opponents.. *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!* [POP!] DD: Oh Jesus, looks like Captain Redneck is coming to town. Stellar. [Indeed, Russ Brady quickly makes his way down the aisle as "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica plays. Dressed for war, the fans pop ridiculously HUGE for the man from Oklahoma.. who stops and peers at the cage with a somewhat smirking grin..] AH: On his way to the ring.. he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds.. and he hails from Tulsa, Oklahoma.. here is.. RUSS BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!! as Brady climbs up the steps and through the cage door.. looking at his opponents and waiting for his partner.] AH: And his partner.. ["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 ducks under the top of the cage 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 Mashima and Kellan.] AH: In the ring at this time.. he weighs in tonight at 397 pounds.. and he hails from Lufkin, Texas.. here is.. LEVITICUS NELSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [BIG TIME POP!!!!! as Hervez quickly hightails out of the ring.. as security quickly bolt the door in.. and we are set for war ladies and gentlemen..] |
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--------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Isle Wrestling: Tag Titles Cage Match!!!!! Russ Brady/Leviticus Nelson vs. Harisoto Mashima/Robert Kellan Written By: Mike Gilliland --------------------------------------------------------------- [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: Fans, let me reiterate this to you.. this match is under regular tag team contest rules.. which means one on one.. tag format.. the cage giving the men enough room between the ropes and cage to stand on the apron.. first pinfall wins the belts and the cage match.. DD: You sound like a robot. JR: My bad.. that's just how it reads on my cue card. DD: Heh. JR: Looks like Robert Kellan and Russ Brady are ready to start this contest off.. the cage not towering but it's at least eight feet tall and it's steel mesh.. a bad, bad thing to hit with impact of the flesh.. DD: Edgar Allan in the house! [The two men circle each other as the crowd murmurs.. small popping as they converge in a collar and elbow tie-up..] JR: Both men locked and jockeying for position here as it's Russ Brady driving on top of Kellan who's down to a knee.. Brady now pushing Brady slowly back into the corner.. quick turn and push by Kellan now has him on top.. and a break of the hold! [Small pop!] DD: Well, neither man seems to have a power advantage here. JR: Seems that way as they both eye one another.. another collar and elbow tie-up here as they switch positions along the nearside ropes.. Brady dumped into the corner backfirst.. big overhand right by Kellan, ducked by Brady! Kellan spins out of the corner.. [Brady starts to turn the heat up.. pouring in big right hands to the face of the off-balance Robert Kellan!] JR: Left! Right! Left! Right! [Pop!] And now Kellan fighting back! A left of his own! A right now! Left! Right! Left! DD: Brady grabs Kellan by the arm.. Irish whip.. off the ropes goes Kellan.. JR: Clothesline, ducked by Kellan! Robert off the far ropes.. he leaps.. [Thud! Pop!] and catches Russ Brady with a jumping shoulderblock! [Brady wastes no time getting right back up.. Thud! And right back down by a Kellan clothesline. Kellan lifts Brady up and carries him towards his corner.. Slap!] JR: Tag in to Mashima who scales the ropes now as his partner exposes the ribcage of the big man from Oklahoma.. Mash leaps and drives a fist right into the ribs of Brady who scamps away and falls to a knee clutching those ribs.. DD: Good idea by the underdog duo.. gotta take the wing out of the bigger team's sails.. I applaud the strategy of the faster duo of Mashima and Kellan. [Mash stalks to the side of Brady.. waiting for him to turn.. which he does..] [Thwack!!] JR: Ouch! What a superkick by the purodore! He caught Brady right on the jaw! The cover! One! Kickout! [Pop!] DD: No way.. not in a tag title match, not with gold on the line.. you'll need to do something more impactful than that Mr. Mashima. JR: And it seems like he is.. as he quickly pounces atop the nearside turnbuckle.. he's wasting absolutely _no_ time as he's perched up there.. he leaps! [Some flashbulbs.. ..he pumps his arms and legs.. ..TTHHUUDD!!!] [Semi-Pop!!] JR: He moved!! Mashima with a frog splash but he hit nothing but air! Brady back to his feet as Mash is back to his on instinct clutching those ribs.. he turns.. right into Brady! [TTTHHHUUDDD!!!!] [POP!!!!] JR: Spinning spinebuster by Russ Brady! And now he's crawling.. [Slap!] DD: Uh-oh.. and there is the tag to the monster! [Yep, Nelson climbs over the top rope.. as Mashima slowly gets to a knee.. the monster helps pick him up.. scooping him onto his shoulder like he is a rag doll.] JR: Mashima is absolutely at the mercy of the big Nelson now.. who's got him scooped onto his shoulder.. Nelson with a running start towards the cage.. [CCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!] [POP!!!!] DD: MY LORD! JR: Nelson just used Mashima as a lawndart! He just missiled him facefirst right into the cage! [Cut to Mash on the ground.. his mask possibly saving his face from a cutting of mass proportions. Nevertheless, Nelson picks the smallish in stature Mashima up again.. heaving him back onto his shoulder..] JR: Oh no.. not again! DD: I love it! This new kill anything attitude by Nelson is sure.. well.. killer! JR: Nelson sizing up another side of this cage.. and let me tell you.. this cage is no fort.. it is not built to last missile like attacks.. I hold it can hold as Nelson sprints again.. [CCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG POP!!!!!!!!!!] JR: Good lord! And again facefirst into the cage goes Mashima! Mask or no mask, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he must be cut up.. the steel is unforgiving and so is Leviticus Nelson! DD: You can say that again! JR: Ruthless.. how quickly things have changed since Nelson exerted his hand into this contest.. Kellan is trying to pump the crowd to life to get behind the purodore but I'm not sure if that can or will help.. DD: Nah, that's some hokey legend of wrestling.. that sheeit don't work. JR: Nelson picking Mashima up once again.. and look at the mask.. fresh blood starting to form over the top of it.. lord only knows how badly he's cut.. and by God, back onto Nelson's shoulder goes Harisoto! DD: The third time is a charm! [Apparently so.. as Nelson has Mashima at his mercy.. sizing up an unused side of the cage.. he runs again..] JR: Here comes Nelson again.. he th-no! [CCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!] [SURPRISED POP!!!!!!!!!] DD: WOW!! JR: OH MY!! Mashima slipped out the back and Nelson went full bore into the cage! DD: And did he ever! He almost ripped the damn side right off! [We wish he was joking.. but truth be told.. it does look a tad worse for wear.. what do you expect?] JR: No kidding! Nelson staggering back now.. Mash from behind.. MONSTER ROLL-UP!!! One!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!! [Almost a Shocker Pop!!!] DD: Good lord!! Too close for Brady and Nelson, too close! JR: One has to wonder whether either of those men's minds are on this contest.. as they both fight tremendous monsters and men who have really taken it to them fully in two weeks.. with Pegasus on schedule with Nelson and of course, that sick and devastating death match for Brady against our champ, "Bad Eye" McBaine. DD: From the looks of it.. who knows. I can never tell what's on the mind of white trash imbeciles. JR: Nice, Dirk. [Nelson gets back to a knee before Mashima dropkicks the joint.. sending Nelson back to the mat, this time holding his right knee..] JR: Mashima trying to keep the big man off balance and down as long as possible as blood drips off his mask.. he runs.. springboards off the ropes.. [Thud! Pop!] JR: and a nice springboard legdrop across the back of the head and neck of Nelson! Mashima up slowly and staggers to his corner.. [Slap!] DD: Uh-oh.. a wifebeater is on the prowl! JR: Good lord. Robert Kellan into the ring now.. as he slowly peels the seven foot monster off the canvas.. some blood trickling off the face of the giant now as well.. Irish whip.. and hard into the turnbuckle goes Leviticus Nelson.. DD: Kellan is sizing him up for a Wifebeater Supreme! JR: Kellan charges.. and catches Nelson square in the face with a clothesline that jars the big man.. Irish whip across.. and into the far corner goes Nelson now as Kellan wastes no time charging in.. shoulderbl-, [THUNK!] but Nelson moved out of the way and Kellan hit nothing but steel cage and the ringpost! DD: OUCH! [Ouch is right.. Kellan's momentum sent him into the turnbuckle which sent him sideways into the cage.. dumping his body on the apron between the ropes and the cage.] JR: What a predicament Kellan has gotten himself into here as Nelson is getting a chance to recuperate.. but as he once told me backstage.. a good defense is a relentless offense.. and he sticks to that notion as he reaches over the ropes and grabs Kellan up to his feet.. DD: Choke! JR: Standing chokehold By Nelson.. as he lifts and heaves! [CCCLLLANNNKKKKK!!!] [CCCLLLANNNKKKKK!!!] [CCCLLLANNNKKKKK!!!] DD: My God! JR: Nelson just lifted and drove Kellan backfirst into that cage behind him three times! Shoulder heave up and over the top rope.. what an impressive show of strength.. [Thud!] depositing Kellan back onto the canvas as Kellan clutches at his back! [Nelson sorta shakes off that right wheel that Mash semi-targeted before walking over and..] [Slap!] JR: Tag out to Brady.. who looks to capitalize on the big man's assault.. DD: An assault is exactly what that was.. he took the cage to his opponents like it should be done. JR: No complaints here. Brady closing in on Robert Kellan.. who tries to cover up to little or no avail as Brady starts to reign down clubbing forearms across his back.. opting to peel the man off the canvas and fire right hands to the face of the man from Texas.. DD: Right now Brady is using Kellan as a punching bag! I love it! [He is, actually. Brady is just peppering the weakly standing Kellan with rights and lefts.. Kellan firing one of his own!] JR: And once again Kellan firing back! Overhand right by Kellan, ducked by Brady! Robert spun himself around! Brady hooks and throws! [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG POP!!!!!!] JR: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX OUT OF NOWHERE!! THE COVER!! One!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!! Thr-TTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!! [OHHHH!! POP!!] JR: Mashima breaks the count with a springboard dropkick to the side of Brady's face! DD: Goddamn, did you hear that pop from foot to skull?! JR: What a wait to break a count and turn the tide in one fell swoop by Harisoto Mashima as Brady rolls onto his side.. Mash slowly getting up as Ne- DD: Nelson is in the ring! And he looks none too happy at Mashima! JR: I don't think Mash sees him though.. he's back to his feet and turns.. right into Nelson! Kick to the stomach! Standing headscissors and lift! [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG POP!!!!!!!!!] DD: MONSTER POWERBOMB BY NELSON ON MASHIMA!!! JR: That puts a stop to that rally! Nelson making his way back out of the ring as Francois admonishes him.. Mash rolling around and back into his corner.. but I doubt that was his intention as he rolls around looking for his mind.. DD: Oh, nice visual. JR: Thanks. Regardless still.. both Brady and Kellan are down.. but it looks like Brady making better time as he holds his jaw but does stammer back to a knee as Kellan uses the ropes to get to a knee as well.. DD: This is gonna be close.. perhaps a dead heat. [Contrary to popular belief, it is actually Robert Kellan who gets to his feet first.. taking no time charging towards Brady who is using the ropes as well..] JR: Running lari-, ducked and heaved by Brady! Up and over the top rope.. [CLANG!] and into the cage goes Kellan but he's somehow landed feet first! [Big time agility appreciation pop!] DD: Brady turns and can't believe Kellan is on his feet! Brady is backing up and you gotta belive he's gonna try to put Kellan through the cage! JR: Brady charges! Kellan uses the ropes and springs.. [TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!] JR: Springboard shoulderblock by Kellan!! My god what agility by the big man! He caught Brady by utter surprise and he hooks the leg! One!!!!!!!!!! Two!!!!!!!!!! Kickout!!!!!! [Appreciation Pop!!!] DD: So close! JR: Yet so far! [Kellan stomps his hand on the mat.. the crowd thought he had him too.. Kellan gets back to his feet.. pulling Brady on the ground beside him towards their corner.. Slap!] JR: Tag out to Mashima as Kellan stomps away at Brady on the mat.. Mashima going up top here.. using the cage to his advantage which gives him faster climbing speed as he perches atop the ropes.. DD: They are really taking it to the heavily favored duo of Brady and Nelson in this cage.. by God.. JR: Mash leaps! [And spins.. ..and spins.. TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: 450 SPLASH!!! 450 SPLASH ON BRADY!!! THE HOOK OF THE LEG!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!!!!! [BIG TIME POP!!!!] JR: And again Brady kicks out!!! My God, I thought we had tag team champions!! So close! DD: And like you said.. yet so far! JR: No doubt about it.. and Mashima pounds his fist on the mat as blood cakes his mask.. him and Nelson bloodied faces while Kellan has a bloodied back.. but it's Russ Brady in trouble right now as he's barely holding on.. DD: No doubt.. what a crushing loss this would be for him only two weeks from the big match of his career. [Mashima gets up.. and then slowly peels Brady off the canvas.. getting him back to his feet.. trying to size the big man up as he backs away..] JR: Mash charges forward.. [Smack!] and catches Brady right in the jaw with a roundhouse kick that backs Brady into the ropes.. his momentum carrying him back out again.. and right at Mash! [Thwap! Woooooo!] [Thwap! Woooooo!] [Thwap! Woooooo!] [Thwap! Woooooo!] [Thwap! Woooooo!] DD: Jeeeesus! JR: Harisoto Mashima chopping the hell out of Russ Brady.. Mashima now backing away.. he sprints.. handspring backelbo-, caught by Brady!!!! Brady with a full nelson!! He lifts!!! [TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!] JR: FULL NELSON SITDOWN SLAM BY BRADY!!! HE WASTED MASHIMA WITH THAT COUNTERATTACK!! DD: And both men are down Jake!! [Yep, both men are down.. but Eli don't pull that ten count shit unless he has to, and he doesn't have to here. Instead.. the crowd will get into a small and steady murmur and grow as both men try to will themselves to their feet.] JR: What a pivotal point in this contest folks! Both men are down.. both of their partners want the tag badly.. and whoever gets to his partner first may have the edge in how this how contest unravels! Mashima is moving.. Brady is crawling! DD: It's gonna be Mash, man, Brady has too far to go! JR: Brady does have the entire length of the ring to crawl.. Mash is almost there! [Slap!!] [BIG POP!!!] JR: And there is the tag to Kellan!! DD: Brady's not gonna make! JR: Kellan making a b-line for Brady! [Brady dives in a last ditch attempt!] JR: Will he make i- [Slap!!!!!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!] JR: YES!! Brady tags in Nelson and in comes the giant! But Kellan isn't gonna back down! Left by Kellan! Right by Nelson! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Irish whip.. reversed by Nelson! Off the far ropes goes Kellan.. shoulderblo-.. no! Nelson sidesteps and uses the momentum!!!! [CCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!] JR: AND TORPEDOES KELLAN FACEFIRST INTO THE CAGE!! AND BY GOD.. THE CAGE TORE A BIT AT THE BOTTOM! DD: What a hunk of shi- JR: Dirk! You know the money isn't there right now! And not many cages can take the brunt of a near three hundred pounder going full on into the thing! DD: Forget that.. look at Kellan's head! [Nelson quickly lifts Kellan off the mat, showing a fresh laceration over his head.. blood dripping into Kellan's eyes.] JR: And now he is cut open, and bad fans! That laceration does not look good at all.. and I assume that's exactly what Nelson wants as he just grins at the cut.. now driving a knuckle into the cut for safe measure! DD: There you go, Leviticus!! Get ruthless! [Nelson takes it one step further.. and incites a small heel pop as he starts to dig into the wound as Kellan flails around in pain.. opening the cut even wider and more freely!] JR: That's highly uncalled for! DD: No way, Jake! Win at all costs! JR: Nelson lifting the fellow Texan to his feet.. REVERSE CLAW!!! THAT'S THE SET-UP FOR THE DESCENTION INTO HELL!! HE HOLDS AND L-NO!!! Kellan fighting the hold as he kicks away at that right knee! DD: Wise move by Kellan, work on that knee that Mash went for earlier.. it can be a lifesaver! JR: And it is as Nelson lets go of the hold.. kick to the stomach double over the big man.. DD-, no! Nelson blocks the DDT attempt.. and is driving Kellan back.. and into the ropes! Kellan still has that headlock sunk in as Nelson is trying to drive his shoulder into Kellan's stomach! DD: Something has to give here.. [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!] JR: AND THAT SOMETHING IS A CLUBBING RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL OF KELLAN BY BRADY FOLLOWED BY A BACK BODYDROP BY NELSON.. AS HE LANDED RIGHT ON TOP OF ROBERT AS WELL!!! DD: My lord.. nothing technical about that.. Nelson hit the back bodydrop and carried his own momentum to crush right down on top of Robert Kellan! This could be over if only Nelson could hook the leg! [He's trying.. slowly.. and does so!!!] JR: The cover!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH-KICKOUT BY KELLAN!!!! [SHOCKED POP!!!!!] DD: SO CLOSE, AGAIN!! JR: All four men want these belts, badly! DD: Can't blame them at all! JR: Oh, and I don't. Nelson slowly getting back to his feet now.. as he's absolutely shocked this contest isn't over already.. a part of the cage is tore up.. and this thing isn't holding all too well here as Nelson back to his feet completely.. DD: And prolly with some bad intentions. JR: Oh, I can guarantee that as he backpedals into the ropes.. he looks to be sizing Kellan up as he closes in.. and jumps.. [Somewhat high.. ..down.. ..down.. TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: 400 POUND SPLASH!!! HE MAY HAVE KILLED ROBERT KELLAN!!! THE COVER!! NEW CHAMPS!! NEW CHAMPS!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!! [NO WAY IN HELL SHOCKED POP!!!!] DD: My... God. JR: I can't believe it and neither can Nelson or Brady!! But Kellan got his shoulder up.. he got his shoulder up!! DD: Unbelievable.. simply unbelievable. [And with that.. the crowd all whirl their heads towards the entrance and let out.. THE HEEL POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!] JR: What the hell?! What are they doing out here?! McBaine, Rembrandt, and Pegasus are walking down towards the ring.. DD: Maybe they are coming down to scout.. considering two of the four in the ring are next opponents for McBaine and Pegasus.. JR: I doubt that is why they are down here.. bad people come out unannounced to perform bad things.. [Yep, the trio slowly walk towards the ring/cage.. as Brady is the first to see, rolling his eyes as if to say "How predictable." Nelson also notices as he gets off the ground.. just glaring towards the blonde haired giant, Pegasus. Meanwhile.. Mashima is trying to root Kellan up off the ground for a hot tag.] [Slap!] JR: Nelson tags out to Brady now as both men have their attention slightly diverted.. which is giving Kellan just enough time to.. [Slap!] DD: Tag in to Mashima! JR: Mash and Brady collide in the center of the ring! Right by Brady! Left by Mash! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Irish whip by Brady and into the ropes goes Mash.. he's on the return.. [TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!] [OUCH POP!!!!!!!!!] DD: JESUS!!! WHAT A DECLEATING LARIAT BY BRADY!!! And the trio makes it to ringside.. and guess what? They've chosen to stand at the side that's somewhat torn open at the bottom!! [And with that.. Pegs and Remmy start to rip at the cage.. the fans ripping into a monster heel pop as they tear away at that side of the cage..] JR: What the hell?! They want in in the worst way!! Nelson is over to that side kicking away through the open hold but that's not deterring these men at all! DD: Awesome!! Maybe it'll collapse inward and kill the four in the ring! JR: Horrible thought, Dirk! Horrible! [Brady also goes over there.. yelling and cursing at McBaine and crew while McBaine just smirks evilly at ringside.. Kellan is even pissed and pointing and yelling for them to mind their own business.. but Mash.. well.. he's getting back to his feet..] JR: Mash back to his feet.. and Brady is too busy trying to keep the trio of hate from tearing the side of the cage down! And look at McBaine.. he's pointing to Brady, or is it behind him?! DD: I'm not sure.. but he's pointing and smirking with delight! JR: Oh my!! He's pointing at Mashima! Mashima is waiting for Brady behind him!! Brady turns.. kick to the midsection by Mashima!!!! He lifts!!! [TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: HOLY SHEEIT!!! JR: BILLION DOLLAR BOMB!! BILLION DOLLAR BOMB ON BRADY!!! THAT TIGER DRIVER THAT TOOK OUT CUTLER LAST WEEK!!! THE COVER AND NELSON DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Nelson turns and dives surprised..] [But not in time!!!!!!!] THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HOLY SHIT DEFYING THE ODDS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] JR: THEY DID IT!!! MASH AND KELLAN DID IT!!! AH: The winners of the match.. AND _NEW_ GIW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.. ROBERT KELLAN AND HARISOTO MASHIMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [RIPPLING POP!!!! quickly being drowned out as we hear.. CCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!] JR: HOLY CHRIST!!! PEGASUS AND REMBRANDT HAVE JUST TORN DOWN HALF THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!!! IN COMES REMMY.. IN COMES PEGASU-.. NO!!! NELSON MEETS PEGS AT THE ROPES AND SNEDS HIM TO THE FLOOR!!! OUT COMES NELSON RIGHT AFTER PEGASUS!!! [Nelson and Pegs start to exchange fire at ringside as Kellan and Remmy start to go at it, punch for punch while Mashima is given the tag belts.. not quite sure of what is going on behind him as he's celebrating with the crowd, sorta.] DD: Pegs and Nelson going up the aisle now exchanging blow for blow as McBaine just stands there at ringside smiling at the heap of metal and carnage.. Kellan and Remmy going toe to toe and now are on the ground.. JR: Kellan is just fighting for his own honor and respect here.. if Remmy thinks that just because Jack is not here he can throw his weight around, well, he's got another thing coming.. and uh-oh.. the champ is now climbing into the ring! [Yep, McBaine is now in the ring as Brady has started to stir.. Mashima.. now noticing the shit going down, gets a HUGE POP! as he attacks the champ while he's trying to enter the ring!!!] JR: Mash with big clubbing fists to the champ!!! [OH!!!] Lowblow keels over the now new Tag Team champion!! McBaine scoops him up with a fireman's carry.. dear god no! [TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!] DD: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!! BLIND VALLEY DRIVER!! [BIG POP!!!!] JR: RUSS BRADY!!! BRADY IS UP AND HOUNDING McBAINE OUT OF NOWHERE!!! LEFTS AND RIGHTS!! LEFTS AND RIGHTS TO THE CHAMP AS THE- [TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: ROLL OUT OF THE RING!! [More heads spin towards the entranceway as Jake Cutler and Lucas McCall run down towards the ring ready to capitalize on Kellan and Mash!] DD: Here comes Lucas! Here comes Cutler!! JR: And there goes McBaine and Brady!!! Punch for punch.. Irish whip by Brady!!! [CCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!] [BIG TIME POP!!!!!!!!!!!] JR: UP AND OVER THE GUARDRAIL FLIES McBAINE AND BRADY IS GIVING CHASE!!! McBAINE IS HIGHTAILING IT OUT OF THE CROWD AND BRADY IS HOT AFTER HIM!! DD: And in come McCall and Cutler!! Cutler doubleteaming Kellan now with Remmy while Cutler is kicking away at the downed Mashima.. this place has broken down in the cage of death!! [Robert Kellan fights valiantly but is now being pummeled by a flurry of kicks by Rembrandt and McCall.. as Mashima is trying to get up but continues to get downed by Jake Cutler..] JR: The tag champs are in serious trouble here.. they are getting pummeled brutally as th- [EARTHSHATTERING POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JR: CITY JACK!!! CITY JACK IS HERE!!! HE'S.. WADDLING DOWN TO THE RING WITH THAT ARM SEVERELY BANDAGED UP!! AND LOOK AT REMBRANDT!! HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S JUST SEEN A GHOST!!! DD: RUN REMMY RUN!!! [Rembrandt stops his assault on Kellan and immediately slides out of the ring.. hopping the guardrail just in time as City Jack gets to the ring.. the crowd starts to boo heavily as Jack smiles and waves to the departing Rembrandt! to a big pop!] JR: Awww yeah!! Rembrandt can't run in two weeks when Jack's belt is on the line!! No attacking from behind!! Nothing.. just straight one on one!! [BIG TIME POP!!! as City Jack starts dancing/jiggin' at ringside.. which actually freezes Cutler and McCall for a second.. just long enough for..] JR: STEREO NUTSHOTS BY THE TAG CHAMPS!!! Both men are slowly up and pounding away at McCall and Cutler.. all four men are duking it out in the ring!!! DD: This is fizzuckin' nuts, man! [And if it could get anymore strange.. from the good side of the cage a man hops the guardrail.. the crowd immediately booes as the dead skin masked man known as The Scrayper starts to scale the cage undetected!] DD: THE SCRAYPER!!! JR: The Scrayper is flying up that cage as the four men are all sharing punch for punch in the center of the ring!! Jack doesn't see him nor care I reckon as he continues to juke! Scrayper climbs to the top of the cage.. [And in one motion.. leaps.. ..spins.. ..corkscrews.. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["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: MY GOD!!! CORKSCREW PLANCHA OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE WIPED ALL FIVE MEN OUT!!! INSANE, THE SCRAYPER IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!! AND WE ARE OUT OF TIME, BY GOD, WHAT A NIGHT!!! SEE YOU IN NEW ORLEANS.. SEE YOU AT.. THE NIGHTMARE IN NEW ORLEANS!!! GOOD NIGHT!! [Fade out to the carnage in the decimated steel cage.. and new tag champs.] Grand Isle Wrestling 2002 |
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