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| IGA Tournament of Warriors; ...might as well get this ball rolling.. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 15 2009, 04:58 PM (488 Views) | |
| Vile Side | Feb 15 2009, 04:57 PM Post #1 |
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Figured I'd throw this up. Screwy finish at the end of the show aside, I was quite proud of the work I did with Duff. -G ***** [Pittsburgh was alive as the crowd exploded in cheers, fireworks exploded around the auditorium before settling on DeLuica and Streamline at ringside. "IGA! IGA!" chants continued while the PPV got underway!] DeLuica: Welcome to the Tournament of Warriors! Tonight, the IGA World Title goes on the line against the Hair of Both Bryant McCoy and Maxime St. Jean! Streamline: McCoy and St. Jean would give anything for the World Title...and Essex made them put their dignity on the line! Tonight, McCoy and St. Jean are going to be looking a lot like Mr. Clean! DeLuica: The Tag Team Titles are also on the line as New York's Finest, Chance Fortuna and Conrad Chase filling in for Tek 9 who's currently being held in New York on a 10,000 dollar bond! Streamline: Big Smoothy and Marcus Christian set him up! Tek was defending himself and now he's been screwed out of a PPV Title defense! DeLuica: Which is good news for Fighter's U. and the returning of Adrian Tanner as he brings Cecil Kennedy with him to debut tonight as NextWave! Tonight, they could make their IGA Debut and leave as World Tag Team Champions! Streamline: But knowing Adrian Tanner, they'll probably just leave! The Tournament of Warriors Finals will continue tonight as Nathan Taylor and Andrew Raynes meet in Semi Final Action along with Jayden Prince and Darkside Clyde Dixon! DeLuica: Gabriel Van Zahn and Beelzebozo are looking to settling everything tonight, once and for all! Streamline: I can't wait till that one is over and hopefully this will be the last we'll see of the Clown from Hell! DeLuica: The Women's Title is on the line as Lara Leigh Love defends against Apathy and Barbwire Barbie! Also Johnny Pain is looking to get pay back on Derek Douglas, Douglas...he's looking for the International TV Title to be around his waist and Ronnie Jamison is looking to add another title to his impressive resume! Streamline: The Emerald City Kidd's Cane goes on a pole as the blood feud between Lazz Sterling and Herb Van Buren come to a head tonight in Pittsburgh! DeLuica: And up first...Fight Club action! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FIGHT CLUB TITLE MATCH! 2nd Generation Vile "Vince" Viper vs "Wild" Bill Ian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Steel city...] [Caught in a heavy blizzard, the picturesque Pittsburgh looks like a model at the centre of a snow globe. Panning along Allegheny river until hitting the Roberto Clemente bridge, we then follow it into the downtown core. Zooming out we find a nice bird’s eye view of The ‘Burgh’s entire downtown core, from Rachel Carson bridge to Andy Warhol bridge it really is a majestic setting. From this high up, our camera crew could only be shooting from the top of the Steel Tower. Our pan continues until Jean Pierre Celine walks into frame, the fake Vile “Vince” Viper taking in the sights from the highest building in the Iron City. Bundled up, Celine rubs his mittens together as heavy snow hits him in the eyes... trying to put on a brave face, Celine smiles at you paying viewers.] JPC: ...’ello IGA! Welcome to Tournament of Warriors... I don’t know if you Americans are anything like us French. But when we spend our ‘ard earned money on a pay per view, we ‘ATE when it’s full of promos... I don’t know where I was going with zzzat point, but I do enjoy talking. [Leaning against the railing, Celine stares out at the city of bridges. His cold breath can almost be seen through the blinding snow.] JPC: ...What a great looking place. Whenever I’m in Pennsylvania I always make an effort to swing by my favourite town. Which would be Philadelphia. ...Zzzen after zzzat is Allentown, Scranton, Reading, ‘ersey, Intercourse, Lancaster, Erie, Harrisburg... well you get zzze point. ...Still Pittsburgh isn’t all bad... it ‘as a lot of ‘istory... like when you won zzze world tag team titles. [The camera pulls out to find the Big Smoothy standing next to the annoying French fuck. Unlike Celine, Smoothy isn’t dressed for the weather. The Smooth One has a scarf wrapped around his neck, but the lack of shirt finds his bare skin getting pelted with snow. More than one tourist and security guard give the Smooth One an inquisitive look. If the cold’s getting to him, he isn’t showing it. Downing a bottle of hoegarden, Big Smoothy turns to the irritating upstart with a smile...] Smoothy: You know what there Frenchie? Most people sleep with a nightlight because they are afraid of the boogie man..................................The boogie man sleeps with a nightlight because he's afraid of Big Smoothy. Which is why Marcus and I are walking out of that arena with the tag titles and getting into a limo full of little hookers. JPC: Yeah, I don’t know why zze other seven men would bother showing up. Despite some of zzzem being acquaintances of my good friend Monsieur Valley, none of zzzem stand a chance! You ‘ave zzzat in zzze bag. Might even put zzzis sleepy burg on zzze map! Smoothy: I'm as giddy as a school girl waiting to see you pull a sweet sassy molassy to get the fight club title back after Wild Willie punks your croissant eating ass you lose... You guys are like a bunch of monkeys trying to fuck a football, none of you tards are leaving with that strap. Get out your check book and pay grandma for the rub down that’s some good shit. JPC: Yes... [Celine takes another look over the building, before doing a triple take at Smoothy. 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” starts to look outraged, then realizing how much larger Smooth is begins to look distraught. Upset and confused, Celine questions his large companion...] JPC: ...What do you mean lose? Smoothy: This is like Woody Allen telling his girlfriend she's his adopted daughter, its common knowledge, you get your ass handed to you then pull an amazing come back out of your ass to get it back. It’s your little peanut in the shit. I nearly piss myself every week. JPC: ...Do Zzzey laugh at me behind my back? Are Zzzey so dense Zzzat Zzzey don’t get it? DO PEOPLE ZZZINK I’M A JOKE!?!?! Smoothy: ...Not a joke joke, unless your consider the kid chewing on the third hurdle at the Special Olympics funny. JPC: What about you? Are you mocking me too? [Celine directs this question off camera, so we pan around to the elevator, where “Wild” Bill Ian steps out into the shitty winter weather. Looking for business, Irwin doesn’t hesitate in his response, while moving towards Celine with an aggressive swagger.] WBI: The weather sucks, this place sucks, I'm out of smokes. Pepé Le Pew, you ready to get this going? [The camera pans to a baffled Celine, who turns to Smoothy for help. English isn’t his first language.] Smoothy: ...He put bubble gum on the hurdles at the Olympics to make sure Corky was chewing on it, so yeah he thinks your fucking clown shoes. [OH! Does he? It’s go time mother fucker! Spinning on his heel, a sneering Jean Pierre Celine starts to roll up his coat sleeves, showing how much he means business. Halfway up his arm, Celine realizes it’s cold as fuck and starts rolling the sleeve back down. Before VVV2 can finish with this ludicrous gesture, Wild Bill reaches him with a VICIOUS roundhouse right. The force sends Celine sprawling backwards into the railing, before following after him.] [Shaking off the stars, Celine spews his DEADLY BLACK VENOM at Ian... only to spit blood instead. That was a WICKED roundhouse right. Not appreciating being spit on, “Wild” Bill grimaces before burying a nasty forearm into New Vile’s chest. Overselling to a ludicrous degree, Celine teases falling off the side of the building. Not caring for that comedy shit, “Wild” Bill stomps on Jean Pierre’s foot, keeping him in place while peppering him with jabs.] [Who said that was comedy shit? Sneering, 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper throws himself forwards with a vicious headbutt. As “Wild” Bill staggers off of Jean Pierre’s foot, VVV2 grabs a fist full of hair, and rams Bill’s head into the railing. As the few tourists braving the cold take pictures, security look around helplessly, should they get involved? Or is this the best thing to happen in this town in years? VileR grinds “Wild” Bill into the railing for a moment, before trying to throw him over the ledge~!] Snot nosed kid: Excuse me mister Smoothy... can I get your autograph? [Fortunately this isn’t Halloween Havoc, and “Wild” Bill quickly kicks backwards hitting Celine square in the nuts. No sooner does Celine double over in pain, than Bill comes out with an uppercut. Blood stains the snow on the ground. Daggers dancing in his eyes, Celine starts to fire back with wild punches of his own. The small cold crowd starts to gather around as the two men trade right after left. Security looks ready to intervene every time the two get too close to a bystander, but Bill & Jean are never there long enough, as they brawl across the rooftop.] *BING.* [The elevator doors open, as a few more tourists decide to take in the view... only to have Bill plant Celine in the elevator with a running bulldog. Bill starts to stand up victorious, when a drop toehold sends him face first into a wall. The people in the elevator are happy to clear out onto the roof as the two violent wrestlers continue to brawl, oblivious to the collateral damage. The glass planes inside the elevator are quickly shattered, as the men take turns throwing each other into them. One wimpy looking businessman meekly tries to get past the two brawlers to escape to the roof, but every time he sees an opening they get in the way.] Meek Businessman: Excuse me... Pardon me... My company just went under, and I was hoping to jump... I really need to get out here... [Building his courage the meek businessman decides that life’s too short, and tries to push past the two DANGEROUS characters. BING. The man was just a second too late, as the elevator closes with all three inside. What a depressing conclusion. A confused cameraman pans over to Big Smoothy for a reaction shot. Shaking his head, Big Smoothy turns his attention to a weary looking security guard. Smoothy rolls his eyes, which seems to surprisingly calm the guard. Finishing his beer, Smooth tosses the empty over the edge.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gabriel Van Zahn vs Beelzebozo, Clown from Hell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ["Entrance of the Gladiators" hits the PA system, announcing the entrance of Beelzebozo, the Clown Prince of Unappreciated Promos. Beelzebozo walks slowly to the ring, jawing with the crowd as he walks down the aisly. The alcoholic sexual deviant dressed as a children's performer walks up the steps and goes through the ropes, awaiting his opponent.] DeLuica: Beelzebozo in the ring, waiting for his opponent, one Gabriel Van Zahn. Streamline: How long have these two been feuding? DeLuica: About four months now. Streamline: they have been building to this match for a quarter of a year and it's not even a featured match on the last PPV of the year? deLuica: yeah, that is kind of wrong, isn't it? ["Year Zero" by Thirty Seconds to Mars hits and Gabriel Van Zahn comes running down the aisle. Beelzebozo has a mic in his hand and he starts to talk as Gabe slides under the bottom rope.] DeLuica; here comes GVZ! Streamline: And he looks enraged! Beelzebozo: What's the matter, Gabriel? Can't take a joke? [GVZ doesn't stop for a second, running across the ring towards his opponent. Beelzebozo looks towards Gabe and drops the mic, spreading his arms to the side and waiting, still as can be, as Gabe kicks Beelzebozo in the nose. Beelzebozo drops, holding his face. The camera zooms in to show blood pouring through bozo's clasped hand, his nose obviously broken.] DeLuica: Bozo has his nose broken and the bell hasn't even rung yet! Streamline: This isn't going to be a match, this is going to be a mugging! [not hesitating for a second, GVZ pulls his trademark extendable baton out of the back of his pants, extending it and wailing on bozo over and over. the Clown Prince of mental Abuse covers up as he is wailed on repeatedly by the crazed Van Zahn.] **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** **THWACK!** [Beelzebozo is a bloody mess as Gabe tosses the baton to the side. Clutching the back of Bozo's head with his left hand, Gabe unloads with right after right to the mangled face of Beelzebozo.] DeLuica: GVZ not even trying to have a wrestling match. Streamline: This isn't about wrestling, this is about revenge. [Gabe lets go of Beelzebozo who crumples to the mat, barely moving. Gabe walks over to the mic, picking it up and walking back over to Beelzebozo. ] GVZ: You think this is all a joke, buster? THEN WHY AREN'T YOU SMILING? [Gabe throws the mic to the side, reaching into his pocket again. he pulls his hand up out of the pants and holds up a scalpel as their is an audible hush over the crowd.] DeLuica: Oh no! He's going to kill him! Streamline: get security out here right now! [GVZ crouches down and grabs Bozo's head, bringing the scalpel down to the Clown's face.] DeLuica: He's slicing his face to shreds! Streamline: SECURITY! GET DOWN HERE, NOW! [Beelzebozo's scrams echoed throughout the arena, as he yelled in agony as he was being mutilated by the crazed Van Zahn.] DeLuica: Beelzebozo is being mutilated and his screams are echoing through out this arena! Streamline: Finally! Security! [The security guards flooded the ring grabbing a hold of Van Zahn, who fought tooth and nail to get back at Bozo. The entire IGA security force was dragging GVZ away from the ring, as GVZ cursed and yelled, spitting at Bozo's limp, bleeding body.] DeLuica: Van Zahn is being held back, but the damage has already been done! Streamline: Get him out of here, right now. This wasn't supposed to happen! [Security dragged Van Zahn to the back as the EMTs rushed to the ring. The medical technicians were working on Beelzebozo, quickly trying to stop the bleeding and tend to his sliced up face and broken nose.] DeLuica: People think they can do anything in that ring, and that is just not true. Something needs to be done about this. Streamline: I'm going down there to see just how bad it is. [Danny Streamline rushed over to check on Bozo, who was......laughing?] Beelzebozo: I WIN! I WIN! AHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!! I WIN!!!! deLuica: i have no idea waht just happened. This is one of the most disturbing scenes i have ever witnessed. JPC: Merci monsieur... [Just outside the Steel Tower, Jean Pierre Celine retrieves some napkins from a hotdog vendor along with a foot long. Sitting down on a bench just opposite the large building; Viper starts to dab his gums with the napkins... hoping to stop the bleeding. Further down the bench “Wild” Bill Ian has produced some duct tape to seal laceration he’s gotten from the glass in the elevator. Gross. Not wanting whatever diseases a hotdog off a Pittsburgh vendor might be swimming with to get into his open wound, Celine slides down the bench handing the “food” to “Wild Bill. See Celine just has to envision how he’s going to win. Poison.] WBI: ...Thanks. JPC <mouth full of napkin>: ‘appy to... WBI: ...Paradise. JPC <furrowed brow, what the fuck do you mean?>: ‘uh? WBI: ...I think this was paradise in the movie Land of the Dead. The heaven that everyone is trying to get into... JPC <blank>: I am not familiar with Zzzis film. It doesn’t by any chance ‘ave Jerry Lewis in it? WBI: No. It’s a George Romero film. People trying to survive in a world filled with zombies, in the case of Land – trying to get into a giant building they can use as a safe haven. He shoots most of his films in Pittsburgh. Yeah, I’m sure this building is it... JPC <long pause>: ...’e shoots ‘is newer films in Toronto. Zzzis isn’t it... mon ami... [Dead silence.] WBI: ...Did you _HAVE_ to ruin my moment? [“Wild” Bill stabs 2nd Vile in the eye with his hotdog. Falling to the ground, Celine rolls around in the snow while coughing up bloody napkins. Getting up, an enraged Bill starts to kick away at the injured Viper. Getting some zesty mustard in his eye, the French Fraud screams like a little girl... it warms Bill’s heart. Maybe this is paradise. That warm feeling Ian is experiencing comes to an abrupt end when New Vile pulls his legs out from under him. The double leg takedown sees Bill fall backwards, the back of his head hitting the bench with a sick thud.] *THUD* [That sounded about right. Still holding onto the legs as he gets up, NEW Vile falls back with a slingshot that pulls Bill back up, headfirst into the bench. The degree of blood running out of it suggests Bill’s nose might be broken. Dick move. NEW Vile then lifts the bloody bastard up once more for a STIFF Backdrop driver. If only there was a referee around. Stepping on Bill’s crotch, Vile stands up again... brushing off his hands, the cocky foreign devil starts to exit. Leaving his beaten opponent in a puddle of his own blood, Vile walks off into the snow. He has a pay per view to show up for.] Meek Businessman: I’d like a chilidog. Hot Dog Vendor: ...You’re young... you have your whole life ahead of you. [That was too easy. 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper spins around on his heel just as “Wild” Bill shoulder tackles the French fuck into the hotdog stand. With Viper up on the stand, dangling off the side, Bill starts to hammer down with forearm smashes. Each blow sends NEW Vile closer to a burner. That would be unfortunate. Trying to regain some ground, desperate to end the assault, Viper reaches blindly for any weapon he can find. Unfortunately Bill doesn’t sell for hotdogs to the same degree Celine does. Damn.] Hot Dog Vendor: My poor stand... and after I gave you napkins. I thought we were friends. [Wow. Jean Pierre Celine feels like such an asshole. All this man wanted was to sell questionable street meat without a wrestling match breaking out on his livelihood... and he couldn’t even get that. Pulling out a ketchup bottle, Vile squeezes it up into the air... “Wild” Bill sidesteps the stream of condiments, letting them fall back down on Celine. Fuck. A double axe-handle chop sends Vile rolling onto the burner! Fried snake... smells like chicken McNugets. Still, industrial burns start to really take the humour out of this match. Jumping off the burner, Jean Pierre grabs the vendor’s mini-fridge, quickly clocking Bill over the head with it.] *DING* *DING* *SMASH* [The blood continues to flow down “Wild” Bill’s face, as an outraged Celine continues to bring the mini-fridge down on his head, over and over again. When Bill’s head eventually goes through the glass lid, all the pops and juices roll out onto the ground. Leaving a bloody Bill to stand there with a fridge wrapped around his head, Celine is quick to scoop up some Coke classics, pouring them over his burn tissue. As the pained sensation goes away, and the realisation that soaking yourself in liquid in weather like this might be a bad idea HITS him, Celine turns back to Bill. “Wild” Bill throws the broken mini-fridge into Viper’s gut, forcing the young man to double over. Pulling Vile between his legs, “Wild” Bill brings him up... then down across the cart with a powerbomb.] Fabian Cruz: Hey, sorry I’m late... did I miss anything? [Hanging on, Bill brings Viper down with a second powerbomb which causes a few cart wheels to spin off. IGA head of security Fabian Cruz walks into frame decked out in a referee’s shirt. Slightly more impartial than previous Fight Club referee Chazz Sterling, Cruz can feel the love as Bill continues to assault the hotdog cart with his repeater powerbomb. Shooting the late official a dirty look, “Wild” Bill brings Celine up for a jack knife powerbomb... following through on the momentum to land on top of both Vile & the cart. Spotting the makeshift cover, Cruz makes his way over, slamming his hand against the busted cart...] ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [...Before Cruz can make it to three, the cart falls apart at the sides, sending Bill and Viper sprawling to the concrete. A metal slab falls onto the cameraman knocking the camera over. As the signal starts to cut in and out, we’re left with the image of Celine & Ian rolling around in the snow trying to choke each other out. The two roll into busy traffic as we finally cut to static.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TOURANMENT OF WARRIORS! Andrew Raynes vs Nathan Taylor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Corlone: Introducing first, hailing from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. Andrew Raynes! [The lights dim and smoke fills the entrance way as 'Punch Me I Bleed' hits the speakers. After a few seconds, Andrew Raynes emerges within the smoke and looks around and sees the fans on their feet. He gestures forward flicking his shirt with his fingers and then flails his arms outward as pyro explodes all around him engulfing him in the pyro. He just slowly walks down the ramp...] Corlone: And his opponent hailing from Duluth, Minnesota. Nathan Taylor! [The instrumental guitar lyrics begin playing over the P/A as the lights go out. Everyone knows the song that's being played and upon the IGA-tron comes a picture shadow and the words Nathan Taylor flash across the screen showing his face. A spot light comes upon the entrance ramp and out from the back steps Taylor dressed in his wrestling gear.] #Now I've told you this once before You can't control me If you try to take me down you're gonna break Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me I'm picking you outta me you run away# #I stand alone Inside I stand alone# [Taylor throws his arms up for the fans before he begins making his way down the aisle quickly, the fans reach out to touch the mammoth of a man but he doesn't mind, or try to touch the fans in return. His eyes are focused on the ring and once he gets to the apron he reaches up grabbing the middle rope with both hands and yanks himself up onto the apron.] #You're always hiding behind your so called goddess So what you don't think that we can see your face Resurrected back before the final fallen I'll never rest until I can make my own way I'm not afraid of fading# [Taylor steps between the middle and top rope and makes his way into the ring. He takes the center of the ring and raises both arms up for the crowd again and then takes to his corner where he begins stretching out his arms using the ropes. Once stretched, Taylor turns and waits for his opponent as the music fades out with the last lines of the song.] #I stand alone Inside I stand alone Inside# DeLucia: This is the first of our final two tournament of warrior qualifying matches. The winner of this match goes on to face either Jayden Prince or Darkside Clyde. Streamline: The real challenge will be anybody getting past Taylor, his strength and size alone are enough to intimidate most anybody. You don't get into the NFL being, to quote Taylor here, a Pussy. *Ding Ding* [Raynes not one to be scared by someone the size of Taylor begins stalking towards the center of the ring and Taylor looking around the crowd in the front rows nods appreciatively as he steps from his corner and both men meet in the middle of the ring. Raynes begins talking some smack and Taylor talks it right back. Raynes takes initiative as he shoves Taylor back half a step and Taylor shoves Raynes back almost to his corner. Raynes looks pissed and he rushes right back at Taylor who rushes in with that NFL LB speed and nails Raynes with a shoulder block that drops him down to his back.] DeLucia: Raynes showing no fear of Taylor, guess he's not intimidated like 'anybody' as you just said Danny. Streamline: Well, Raynes has guts but that isn't going to save him, look at how far he got shoved back! OW! Huge Shoulder Block from Taylor! [Taylor backs up and hits the ropes as Raynes is down holding his arm and he comes back and drops down driving an elbow right into Raynes chest, taking the breath from his lungs. Taylor pushed himself back up to a stand and reached down pulling Raynes back up and grabbing him around the waist, he lifted him up onto his shoulder and with a mighty heave he throws Raynes legs up into the air with a modified back body drop but the force makes Raynes turn a flip in the air and he lands on his chest instead of his back.] DeLucia: Elbow drop! An elbow that big could crush your rib cage. Now he pulls Raynes up and onto his shoulder.. Streamline: Innovative move there by Taylor, that just has to hurt! [Taylor turned around wasting little time as he grabbed Raynes legs and pulled him out towards the center of the ring and then with the legs still in hand he pulled them and under his arms before he dropped back and catapulted Raynes up and into the air which sent him soaring over the top rope and down to the hard floor outside the ring.] DeLucia: Taylor just drags Raynes to the center of the ring like a rag doll. Streamline: He's up.. and he's over! That was worth 3 points! Field Goal! [Taylor didn't bother getting up as he rolled and got outside the ring himself. Taylor walked over to Raynes and pulled him up to a stand before he hooked him up and hoisted him onto his shoulder and turning around he rushed forward looking to plow Raynes head into the steel ring-post but Raynes had enough sense left to wiggle and squirm his way out of Taylor's grip and Taylor would up behind pushed from behind by Raynes once he escaped face first into the steel ring-post on the outside!] DeLucia: Taylor climbs out of the ring and heads after Raynes. He pulls him up and onto his shoulder yet again. Streamline: Raynes fighting for all he's worth, he's down now and he shoves Taylor head first into the steel post! [Raynes feeding off the momentum swing that just turned his way he reaches down and pulls Taylor up to a stand and pushed him up against the ring apron and tried to push him back into the ring but Raynes didn't have the strength. Taylor was shaking his head, luckily the shot hadn't busted him open but he pushed himself up into the ring and Raynes climbed in immediately after him.] DeLucia: Raynes having trouble getting the 375 pounder back into the ring. Streamline: The ref is counting out both men and Taylor pushes himself into the ring and Raynes is right on his heels. [Raynes grabbed Taylor's head and started to pull him up and managed to get up to his knee's and then Raynes released Taylor before he rushed across the ring and hit the ropes and came running back and delivered a basement dropkick right to Taylor's face. Taylor fell backwards and held his face and Raynes dropped down looking to score the winning pin.] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR - [SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: The first pin attempt of the match and Andrew thought he had it but Taylor managed to get a shoulder up just in time. [Raynes seemed a tad frustrated after the punishment he had been through and finally had gotten Taylor down and stunned and couldn't seal the deal. Andrew quickly pushed up to a stand and headed over to the ropes and climbed up to the top rope and without hesitating leapt off and came down with a Senton bomb right onto Taylor's chest. Raynes quickly went for a second pin attempt!] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - [KICK OUT!] DeLucia: Taylor kicks out, the Mastodon isn't extinct yet! [Raynes looks even more frustrated than before and Taylor has rolled over onto his side and is holding his chest. Raynes pushes back up to a stand and he struggles, but manages to bring Taylor up to a stand as well. Raynes slams a few shots into Taylor's gut doubling him over some, and then Raynes grabs Taylor's shoulders and uses his body to pull himself up and into hurricanrana position. Raynes leaned back trying to take Taylor over but the Mastodon held his ground and hooked his arms around Raynes legs leaving him hanging upside down. With a impressive show of strength Taylor yanked Raynes back up onto his shoulders, turned around and dumped Raynes down with a Powerbomb to the concrete outside the ring!] DeLucia: A hurricanrana attempt but Taylor blocks it! Oh no.. *HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!* Streamline: A Powerbomb from over seven or eight feet high down to the unforgiving concrete! I don't know how Raynes can survive this! One... Two... Three.. Four... [Rayne arched off the floor, before slumping back down.] Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... *DING DING DING!* Corlone: The winner of this match as the result of a Countout and advancing in the Tournament of Warrior's Finals! NATHAN TAYLOR! [HUGE FACE POP!] DeLuica; Nathan Taylor shocks the WORLD and advances to the Tournament of Warriors finals! Streamline: Andrew Raynes couldn't recover, but who the hell could! He took a hard fall to the floor! [Nathan's arm was raised in victory, the giant ducking out of the ring to the floor and checking on Andrew Raynes. Andrew gritting his teeth struggling to get off the ground, Taylor trying to help him up. Raynes got his feet underneath him and shoved Taylor away! Nathan was caught off guard, Raynes flipping Taylor off and using the barricade for suport heading back up the aisle. Taylor shaking his head and slapping the hands of the fans.] [Northbound traffic is completely backed up on the Rachel Carson bridge as two men brawl on top of the gridlocked cars. Some exit their cars to enjoy the violent confrontation, most are just pissed off about the delay, others still lament their damaged vehicles. As the mob starts to turn ugly, Fabian Cruz really wishes he wasn’t decked out in a referee shirt. Jean Pierre Celine jumps from one car to the next as “Wild” Bill chases him around with a tire iron. Getting a further lead, Celine starts to get cocky... right before plunging through a soft-top.] [The owner limbos out, looking to pick a fight, but thinks twice about his “motherfucker” comments as he eyes “Wild” Bill’s tire iron. Reaching down into the wreckage, Bill starts to pull Celine up, only to have the 2nd Generation of Vile “Vince” Viper catch him with a low blow. Hooking the iron around Bill’s neck, Celine pulls the Wild One into an exploder supex that sends both crashing into the hood of the next car. The first to recover, Celine is quick to pull Bill up, lifting him up for what looks like a delayed textbook suplex. Holding Bill up in the air, Celine looks for an interesting target. On one side VVV2 has a lotus, to the right is a rusty old Ford Pinto. Not wanting to explode, Celine drops Bill across the hood of the lotus. Calculating the collateral damage in his head, Fabian Cruz starts to tug the “IGA” logo off his shirt while disappearing into the crowd.] Guy from Final Fight Bonus stage: ...Oh... my... car... [Stepping up onto the hood, Celine pulls Bill into a poorly executed Boston crab. Celine doesn’t do the move that well, and it really doesn’t look painful, but he thought it would be a cool visual. It is. At least when Bill kicks out of the crab and Celine is sent flying head first through the Pinto’s back window.] [The Pinto explodes.] [That seems to disperse the crowd. At least if I wasn’t lying. I’m not. Picking himself up off the dented hood of the lotus, Bill rises just in time to find a heavily smoking Jean Pierre Celine stagger towards him wearing a broken windshield like a necklace. He looks kind of like Princess Diana. Have I gone too far? For shame Duff! Grabbing VileR by the windshield necklace, “Wild” Bill throws the new king of snakes into the front window of an AMC Gremlin. Lot of really shitty cars in Steel town! Yanking Viper off the gremlin, Bill then Irish whips Viper into a beetle, taking the car’s side mirror off in the process. The angry mob grows larger with each move.] [A hiptoss sends Vile careening through another window. Slumped halfway through the glass, Viper looks about ready to die. If Fabian Cruz was anywhere to be found, this match might even be over. Ripping the antenna off a BMW, “Wild” Bill starts to whip VileR across the back. Despite the heavy clothing, “Wild” Bill seems to draw even more blood with one vicious shot after another. Grabbing New Viper by the hair, “Wild” Bill starts to pull the Frenchmen out of the vehicle, when Celine springs to life with a car lighter to the forehead. Spitting up some blood and glass, a grimacing JPC rips the side mirror off a dodge viper.] [Charging over, Celine smashes the mirror into Bill’s potentially already broken nose. Finding the visibly upset mob also picking up makeshift weapons from the wreckage, Viper starts to move Bill away from the locals. Running towards the railing, VVV2 rams Bill’s bloody face against the rail. A meek looking businessman contemplating the meaning of life leaves his unsafe perch, wanting no part of the wrestlers. Seeing the crowd might be out for blood, 2nd Generation VVV throws “Wild” Bill over his shoulders. Good bye motherfuckers. Before the car owners and late commuters can take revenge, Vile “Vince” Viper II jumps over the railing... hitting a death valley driver into the cold Allegheny river.] [Maybe it’s frozen?] [Well it looks fucking cold, but there’s no ice yet... we can only hope they’re dead ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CANE ON A POLE MATCH! Lazz Sterling vs Herb Van Buren ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [“Bother” by Stone Sour begins to play loudly over the arena. The fans display a mixed reaction over the anthem, not knowing as to what to expect. From behind the curtains appears “The Florist” Herb Van Buren. He stands at the top of entrance ramp with his head tilted slightly as he scans the crowd. In his right hand, he has a death grip on the cane owned by Lazz Sterling. He slowly paces toward the ring with his eyes focused directly on the squared circle. Several fans around ringside torment Van Buren as he rolls in the ring and leans against the ropes in a corner of the ring. The ref walks over to Herb and asks for the cane. Herb stares at the ref with a blank look on his face. The ref asks Van Buren for the can once again and Van Buren tosses it at his feet. The ref picks up the cane and climbs up to the pole located in the opposite corner from Van Buren, and hangs the cane on the pole.] [The opening cords to "Revolution Man" by The Union Under Ground began to play over the arena's sound system causing Van Buren to rub his hands together wanting nothing more then to beat Lazz Sterling senseless. The lights began to dim down as the music continued as the crowd began to get louder and louder as the black curtain started to move when suddenly Lazz Sterling came out from under the ring!] DeLucia: Lazz was hiding under the ring, he's using some cat and mouse tactics here. Streamline: That idiot Herb doesn't even know it, hah! { Thunderous Crowd Pop! } [Van Buren toke a few steps forward wanting to get his hands on Sterling and as he did Lazz slide under the bottom rope before standing right behind Van Buren.] DeLucia: Lazz into the ring now an- Streamline: Look behind you Herb, you really are an idiot!! [As the music continued to play Van Buren held up his arms as he wondered what the hell is going on. Sterling smirked as he reached out tapping Van Buren on the shoulder causing him to spin around with a clothesline not caring who was behind him! Sterling ducked under causing Van Buren to spin around again only for Sterling to grab him by his waist brining him up into the air before falling backward bringing Herb down throat first across the top ring rope!] DeLucia: Lazz finally making his presence known to Herb here. { Holy Shit Pop! } Streamline: Oh, what a big hot shot by Sterling! [Lazz stood up before violently taking off his trench coat throwing it down into the face of Herb Van Buren causing the crowd to pop once again! Sterling quickly ran towards the ropes leaping into the air and over the top rope spinning as he was in the air. In mid flight he grabbed the top ring rope and swung down going feet first through the ropes driving his feet right into the face of Van Buren causing his head to snap backwards under the trench coat!] DeLucia: Lazz takes off his coat and just throws it down onto Van Buren. Streamline: Sterling going airborne and what an aerial display as he just slams HVB in the face with his feet! [Van Buren rolled around on the mat before removing the emerald green leather from his face as Lazz was on the outside of the ring grabbing a metal folding chair!] DeLucia: Lazz heads out of the ring and he's got a chair! { He's Gonna Fuck Him Up Pop! } Streamline: This could be ugly really fast. [Sterling had a hold of the chair keeping it flattened before he threw it through the ropes right into the flesh of Herb Van Buren causing him to grab for his face right away as blood started to flow down the bridge of his nose!] DeLucia: Sterling throws the chair with great accuracy! Sttttrrriiiiikkkkeee! Streamline: Herbs nose is busted wide open, it might even be broke. [Sterling quickly slid under the ropes grabbing the chair and unfolding it in the center of the ring. He grabbed Herb bringing him to his feet before pushing him into the corner of the ring. Lazz hit a few quick short uppercuts causing spit to fly from Herb's mouth before he bent down grabbing Van Buren taking him to the top rope where he sat on the top turnbuckle. Lazz jumped up to the second rope as Van Buren started to come to. Lazz punched him a few times before throwing his arm over his shoulder. He grabbed a handful of Van Buren's trunks setting him up for a superplex, but Herb landed a few punches to Sterling's midsection causing him to release his hold. Van Buren pushed Lazz down off the ropes, but Lazz bounced right back up and the two began throwing punches left and right, left and right....] DeLucia: Lazz setting up the chair and you know he has even worse intentions for Van Buren here.. Streamline: Lazz pushes HVB into the corner and he nails him with some uppercuts! Lazz sets him up on the top rope and he's going for a Superplex, but HVB is counting it with some shots. DeLucia: Lazz slips, but he's right back up and both men are exchanging punches! [Both of them continued to throw wild punches, but suddenly the tide began to change as Van Buren began to hit power shot after power shot. He pushed Lazz down off the ropes causing him to fall to his back. Van Buren stood up coming down for a flying foot stomp, but Lazz kicked his leg up driving his heel into the jaw of Herb causing him to fall back into the corner. Sterling popped back up before running into the corner jumping up placing his feet into the midsection of Van Buren before falling backward sending Herb through the air with a monkey flip just barely missing the chair in the middle of the ring. Van Buren got back to his feet as Lazz shot across the ring at him jumping up for a hurancanrana, but as he leaned back with his momentum Van Buren caught his balance and pulled Sterling back up before falling forward with a lay out power bomb sending Sterling's head right into the seat of the metal folding chair causing it to dent!] DeLucia: Herb gaining the advantage now and he knocks Lazz from the ropes. Buren comes off the top but Lazz brings his boot up right into his face! Streamline: Lazz up and leans back throwing HVB over with a Monkey Flip, he was so close to hitting the chair, that could've been lights out for HVB. DeLucia: Lazz up and runs across the ring as Buren gets back to his feet and Lazz goes for a hurricanrana, but Buren counters and powerbombs Sterling into the chair! Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [Sterling kicked his legs over and over as Van Buren shook his head clearing his head as he looked up right at the Emerald City Kidd's cane hanging up in the corner. Van Buren pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes before making his way up to get the cane in his grasp. As he extended his arms up Lazz got up to his feet. Herb went all the way up to the top rope and stretched Lazz ran at him shoving him off the top turnbuckle sending him through the air all the way down hitting the Spanish announcers table causing it to explode into millions of pieces!] DeLucia: Sterling's head must be throbbing, he's obviously in pain and Buren is shaking his head but he's making his way towards the cane. Streamline: Buren could win it right here, Lazz back up and he comes running up and shoves HVB off and sends him flying... and he crashes through the Spanish announce table! [Sterling slumped down grabbing his head still suffering the ill effects of the chair to his head. He staggered forward grabbing the metal chair folding it up the best he could. He made his way to the corner closest to the fallen Herb Van Buren before slowly getting up to the top. He steadied himself with the help of the pole holding the cane above him. Sterling looked up at the cane before looking down at the fallen Van Buren. He frowned before pointing down at Van Buren before leaping into the air pulling the chair to his chest before crashing down onto the heap of wood that was surrounding Herb Van Buren!!!] DeLucia: Lazz still in the ring and he grabs the chair and folds it up as best he can and he's climbing the turnbuckle! Streamline: What's he doing? Oh no, he's pointing down at HVB, he leaps off the top and comes down with the chair and hits a big splash with the chair! Holy shit man! { Holy Shit Pop! } [With both men laying motionless the ref can to check on them both and as he did blood was now flowing as a shard of wood was sticking out of the forehead of "The Emerald City Kid"!] DeLucia: Neither man is moving and Lazz has a piece of wood sticking out of his head! { What The Fuck Pop! } [Van Buren and Sterling both began to stir as the crowd began to chant "Sterling, Sterling, Sterling!!!". Van Buren used the metal security railing to pull himself up as Lazz did the same. Both men flung themselves at one another throwing punches causing them both to fall backward. Sterling fell flat on his back and Herb fell back into the railing keeping himself upright. Van Buren made his way through the broken down lumber before grabbing Sterling bringing him to his feet. He grabbed him by his trunks before launching Sterling head first right into the metal ring posts causing more blood to gush from Sterling's forehead!] DeLucia: This crowd getting behind Sterling and both men now are fighting to get back to their feet. Streamline: Both men are wanting to fight to the death, they're exchanging blows again! Lazz is down but Buren manages to stay up somewhat. He makes his way to Sterling and grabs him and throws Lazz right into the ring post! DeLucia: Sterling is pouring blood worse than before! [Lazz laid motionless on the arena floor as Van Buren grabbed him this time lifting him up and leaned him up against the ring post. Van Buren grabbed a metal chair the Spanish announce team table and folded it up. He measured up Sterling before swinging only for Lazz to fall out of the way causing Van Buren to drop the chair from the vibrations! He held his hands out as the pain shot through his arms giving Lazz enough time to get back to his feet. He grabbed the chair He went to lift it up over his head and right as he did Herb spun around lifting his foot up kicking the chair right back into Sterling's face!!!] DeLucia: Buren pulls Sterling up and sets him up against the ring post. Buren has a chair and he lifts it up and swings, but Sterling falls and Buren hits nothing but steel! Streamline: HVB's holding his hands in pain and Lazz is up and he's got the chair, oh no! no! HVB just kicked the chair into Lazz's face! He's going to be soar for a week. [Lazz was out cold on the arena floor as Van Buren stood over him before rubbing his hands together. He grabbed Sterling before tossing him into the ring. Van Buren went under the ring and when he came out he brought along a five foot long log chain!!!] DeLucia: Lazz is down and Buren pulls him back up and tosses him into the ring. Streamline: This isn't about any cane for Van Buren, this is personal! He could win it here, but he's going under the ring and.. he pulls out a big ass chain! [He threw the chain into the ring before grabbing the metal chair taking it with him as he got into the ring. Sterling began to crawl around starting to regain some sense before Van Buren drove the chair into the lower back of the former champion. Van Buren spit some blood from his mouth before going back to what he was doing. He grabbed the log chain and began to wrap the chain around the chair over and over until all five feet of thick metal was made into a huge deadly weapon!] DeLucia: Buren throws the chain into the ring and he gets a medal chair and gets back into the ring. Lazz starting to get back up but Buren slams the chair into his back! Streamline: Buren's spitting blood but that's not hindering him. He's wrapping that chain around the chair, oh man, this isn't going to be good! [Van Buren placed the weapon on the mat before grabbing the bloodied up "Emerald City Kidd" by his hair bringing him to his feet. He whipped him into the ropes causing Lazz to rebound right into Herb who went low on him lifting him up into a spinbuster driving Lazz's back down onto the chair wrapped in the log chain!!!] DeLucia: Buren sets the chair in place before he grabs Lazz and brings him up, he hooks the arm and whips him into the ropes... Streamline: Spine Bustah onto the Chair!! My god! [Sterling screamed out in pain as Van Buren shot back to his feet looking directly as the cane hanging up on the pole!] DeLucia: Sterling's yelling in pain and Buren finally takes notice of the cane. [Van Buren went to go after the cane and as he got to the corner Lazz begin to crawl over to the corner as well knowing what was at stake. Van Buren got to the second rope and as he did Lazz reached up grabbing his ankles. Herb kicked free and made it up to the top rope once again with the cane within inches of his grip. Blood running down his face he stretched and stretched with the cane brushing his finger tips. When suddenly Lazz got to his feet grabbing Van Buren and taking him down with a powerbomb of his own!!!] DeLucia: Buren heading for the corner now and Lazz is crawling right after him. Buren climbing up the turnbuckles but Lazz grabs his ankle trying to pull him down but Buren kicks him off. Streamline: Buren is about to win this match, he's within mere inches, but Lazz is back up and he hooks Buren and brings him down with a Powerbomb! { Huge Face Pop! } [Van Buren landed awkwardly on his shoulder causing him to roll around in sever pain. This gave a slouching Lazz Sterling a chance to get the cane himself! He slowly, and I mean slowly got to the second ropes. He smeared the blood from his face before he got to the top rope and just when he did...] DeLucia: Lazz back up and he's climbing the ropes, slowly but surely. { Heel Pop! } Streamline: What the hell! Sebastian Manning is here and coming out from the crowd... [Sebastian Manning came from the crowd pushing Lazz off the top rope clotheslines himself across the metal security railing! Manning jumped up grabbing the Emerald green cane of "The Emerald City Kidd" before bring it down. He stood in the ring with his arms raised like he had just won the match when from behind Herb Van Buren pushed him. Manning spun around with the cane trying to take his head off, but missed allowing Herb to nail him gut a boot to his gut. Manning dropped the cane and Herb quickly grabbed it!!!] DeLucia: This is highway robbery, Manning just screwed Lazz Sterling out of winning this match! Streamline: HVB and Manning are going at it though, Manning swings the cane but Buren ducks and he boots him in the gut. Buren grabs the fallen Cane, and this one is over. *Ding! *Ding!! *Ding!!! Corlone: The winner of the match, Herb Van Buren!!! [Manning slapped the cane out of Herb's hand sending it out of the ring coming to a stop inches away from Lazz's face! Manning and Van Buren were throwing punches back and forth... Back and forth!!!] DeLucia: Both Manning and Buren are now exchanging punches! [Lazz got back to his feet and looked down at the cane at his feet. A huge smile grew across his face before he bent down grabbing it and then raised it into the air.] Streamline: What is he, Hee-Man? [Sterling lowered it back down with his eyes never leaving it's view. When suddenly his head snapped up and he looked into the ring at Herb Van Buren and Sebastian Manning brawling! He slide into the ring and as Manning spun around Lazz drilled him right in the forehead with the cane dropping him instantly!] DeLucia: Lazz has the cane! He's back up and he's in the ring. Lazz lines up his shot, and he swings and BOOM! Right into Manning's forehead! [Van Buren went after Sterling, but Lazz swung and connected with his midsection doubling him over. Lazz stepped back and kicked him right square in the face causing blood to fly as Van Buren dropped down right next to Manning!!! Sterling smiled as the blood ran into his mouth making his teeth turn pink. He looked at Manning spitting a red wad at him before turning around and leaving the ring with the carnage left in the ring behind him.] DeLucia: Sterling may have lost the match, but he has the Cane. He is the only man standing, he dropped Manning and he dropped Buren. Streamline: What a blood bathe this match was! |
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| Vile Side | Feb 15 2009, 05:02 PM Post #2 |
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“F...u...*cough*...ck!” [Fabian Cruz and the cameraman come up to an embankment just in time to find an extremely damp “Wild” Bill Ian trading shots with a drowned looking 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper. The two men again go blow for blow. The crimson masks seem to have washed off in the filthy river, but new trickles of blood betray the next gory makeover as the two men STIFF the hell out of each other. That never sounds good.] Fabian Cruz: Hey, they’re alive! [VileR winds up for a Satan’s strut, but “Wild” Bill ducks under it, hooking Celine for a reverse Russian legsweep that sends both men headfirst under the murky waves. Kneeling upright, Bill gasps for some breath before falling back with a sadistic elbow. Kneeling on a submerged Viper, Bill slowly gets to his feet. The NEW king of snakes sits up as well, spitting out some disgusting looking water. Celine gasps for air, getting in a few gulps before “Wild” Bill takes his head off with a dropkick that sends the new VVV back under.] Fabian Cruz: You two alright? [Mounting his submerged opponent, “Wild” Bill fires down some brutal rights and lefts, skinning his pruning knuckles. Leaning over, Bill rams his head into the waves a few times, causing a visible amount of blood to circle around their portion of the water. Looking up at the well meaning official, Bill grunts before pulling one of Vile’s legs up into the air for the cover...] [...] WBI: Well? [Leaning an elbow into the water, so he can choke Vile out while covering him, “Wild” Bill shoots a puzzled look up at the concerned referee on the shoreline.] Fabian Cruz: Well what? [The last few bubbles rise to the surface.] WBI: I’m covering this trash! [Jean Pierre Celine starts to flail his arms around violently, almost like he can’t breathe. Bill ignores this while keeping the cover up...] Fabian Cruz: ...And? [Slapping Bill on the back, Celine’s desperate struggle is almost comical.] WBI: Shouldn’t you be making the damned three count? [His hand starts to slump down.] Fabian Cruz: It looks cold. WBI: It _IS_ cold! Fabian Cruz: I’m not going in there! WBI: How the fuck do people win titles around here? Fabian Cruz: Just cover him out of the water! WBI: Why don’t you just make the count from there? Fabian Cruz: I can’t see if his shoulders are down. [Jean Pierre Celine is essentially dead.] WBI: ...What did I ever do to deserve this? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS! Darkside Clyde Dixon vs Jayden Prince ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Corlone: First hailing from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 219lbs...here is ...JAYDEN PRINCE! ["The Rebirth" by Boy Hits Car blares through the PA System, the crowd exploding to their feet with a much more favorable reaction then what had been given before. Jayden Prince shoved the curtains aside, making his way towards the ring slowly, his hands slapping several of the fans along the way. Jayden slingshots himself over the top rope into the ring, rushing from one side of the ring to the other, bouncing off the ropes and getting ready for the match.] (Clyde's V/O): "The truth will set you free, but, first, it will piss you off. " ("10,000 Fists", by Disturbed, began to play over the loudspeaker, however, it could barely be heard over the sound of jeers and catcalls of the crowd. The words "Welcome to the Dark Side" flashed across the Trinitron, then the screen dissolved into a shot of Darkside Clyde landing a sucker-punch to the back of Essex's head.) # Survivor # Survivor (At that point, the stocky, shaven-skulled figure of Clyde appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, heralded by a shower of white pryotechics. Garbed in black boxing trunks, boots, and hand-wraps, Clyde smirked as he drank in the hatred of the crowd; meanhwhile, a sequence of clips that showed Clyde applying the Initiation to a series of unfortunate victims began to play across the screen.) Giovanni Corlone: 'This competitor hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...Dark...side...Clyde!!! # One more goddamn day when I know what I want # And my want will be considered tonight, consider tonight # Just another day when all that I want # Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah (Clyde raised a fist into the air, then turned this gesture into a middle-fingered salute- a gesture that only served to increase the volume of booing throughout the arena! The Trinitron now displayed a clip of Clyde hitting Anthony Alred repeatedly in the back of the head, followed by a sequence involving him giving Spike Nelson a T-Bone DDT from the ring apron to the arena floor!) # People can no longer cover their eyes # If this disturbs you then walk away # You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of # Ten Thousand fists in air (Once again, the screen displayed a shot of Clyde's sucker-punch of Essex. Meanwhile, Clyde began to stroll toward the ring, his smirk now transformed into a malevolent grin that displayed more than a hint of violence.) # Power un-restrained dead on the mark # Is what we will deliver tonight, deliver tonight # Pleasure fused with pain this triumph of the soul # will make you shiver tonight, will make you shiver tonight, yeah (Clyde made his way to ringside, stopping only to sneer at the fans in the front row, before sliding under the bottom rope and making his way to the nearest corner. Climbing to the second turnbuckle, he stared into the crowd, and thrw back his head in laughter as the crowd began to chant "F-You Clyde" as loud as they possibly could!) # People can no longer cover their eyes # If this disturbs you then walk away # You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of # Ten Thousand fists in air (A final shot of Essex being blind-sided appeared on the screen, while Clyde hopped down from his perch, and turned around, that nasty grin now replaced by a look of intense focus.) # We are the ones that will open your mind # Leave the weak and the haunted behind (As the song began to fade out, Clyde threw a couple of lightning fast combinations, his face a mask of concentration as he awaited the beginning of the match.) DeLucia: Alright, this is the last match of the finals, whoever wins goes on to fight Nathan Taylor later on tonight, where the winner gets a shot at the World Title. Streamline: Both men are ready, the ref signals for the bell and we're underway. *Ding Ding* [Both men headed out to the center of the ring very quickly and began exchanging lefts and rights. Obviously both men were eager to get this match over with quickly so they wouldn't be so weak and tired for whoever was advancing on. Both men had the same idea and Clyde was quickly gaining the advantage of the strikes, his shots were much faster and harder. Clyde began backing Jayden up with each shot until Clyde stopped with the assault, reached around Prince's chest, hooked his arms together and brought him up and over with a belly to belly suplex.] DeLucia: What an exchange right from the beginning, both men are throwing all they have at one another, but Clyde is taking over. Streamline: Clyde stops and he hooks Jayden and takes him down with a Belly to Belly Suplex. [Prince rolled away holding his back as Clyde quickly got back up to a stand and headed over towards Prince who ducked between the ropes making the ref get between himself and Clyde to make Clyde back up and give Prince room. Prince used the ropes to pull himself up to a stand and he began circling the ring and Clyde charged right in and Prince tried catching Clyde with a knee-lift but Dixon used his speed as he spun around and hooked the knee forcing Prince down and caught him with a school boy pin.] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHH - [KICK OUT!] DeLucia: Clyde going for an early win but Prince able to escape the school boy before Clyde could get the pin. [Prince rolled away and got back to his feet at the very same time as Clyde and Dixon headed for Prince who quickly side-stepped and caught Clyde with an arm drag. Clyde shook his head as he quickly made his way back to his feet but Prince was over where Clyde was and once he was up to his feet Prince leapt up and nailed Clyde with a dropkick sending him back down to the canvas..] DeLucia: Prince with some momentum now, arm drag on Clyde and he's back up.. Streamline: Dropkick right to Clyde's chest, and he's down again. [Prince rolled over and kipped up to his feet as Clyde held his chest from the dropkick and Prince walked over and hooked Clyde's head and pulled him up to his feet. Hooking his arm Prince turned and sent Clyde into the ropes, on the rebound Prince leapt up and nailed Clyde in the face with a leaping calf kick. Prince was back to his feet and headed over to the corner where he jumped up onto the second turnbuckle and sat on the top waiting for Clyde to get back to his feet.] DeLucia: Clyde sent into the ropes and he comes back and is met with a Calf Kick right to his face. Streamline: Jayden sitting on the top rope waiting for Clyde to get back up, he seems very calm. [Prince was patiently waiting and getting some of his breath back as Clyde was fighting to get back to a stand and once he did Prince stepped up onto the very top rope as Clyde looked around for Prince and when he turned his way Prince leapt off the top rope and nailed Clyde right across the throat with a top rope clothesline! Prince went for the cover on Clyde.] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRR - [SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: Clyde with the sholder up, the big clothesline wasn't enough to take him down. [Jayden shot up and looked at the ref in surprise and shook his head before he stood back up, hooking Clyde in the process and brought him up with him. Jayden turned hooking Clyde's arm again and shot him off into the corner, and then Jayden rushed the corner and delivered a corner clothesline. Prince backed up and Clyde stumbled out of the corner and Prince hooked Clyde's head and brought him down with a small package pin!] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE - [KICK OUT!] DeLucia: Clyde clotheslined yet again but the small package wasn't enough to hold him down. [Prince was looking very frustrated now and he pushed himself back up to a stand and stomped a boot down into Clyde's stomach. Prince bent down and hooked Clyde's head and brought him back up to a stand, he turned and whipped him into the ropes and leapt up looking for a dropkick but Clyde hooked his arms around the ropes making Prince miss with the dropkick. Clyde moved in like a cheetah and quickly grabbed Prince's ankle and turned him over onto his stomach before he locked on a standing Ankle Lock!] DeLucia: A whip into the ropes and Jayden leaps up and lands back first after a missed dropkick. Clyde hooked the ropes preventing a rebound off of them, very smart move there. Streamline: Clyde moving in quickly now, he's got the Ankle Lock applied! This could be the end for Prince! [Prince screamed out in pain as the Ankle Lock was fully applied and Clyde was turning the ankle outward putting a ton of pressure on the joints and ligaments. Prince wrapped his arms around his head and shook his head no as the ref asked if he wanted to give it up. Jayden put his hands to the canvas and used them to claw his way to the ropes but Clyde wasn't budging and Jayden raised his arm up and looked about to tap, his arm was shaking through the pain but he didn't tap. Prince slammed both hands down to the canvas and with a roar he shot himself up and spun inward taking Clyde over and down to his back and Prince hooked both legs of Clyde going for a surprise pin.] ONE.. TWO... TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... *Ding Ding Ding* [HOLY SHIT SURPRISE WIN POP] DeLucia: What a counter from Prince and he used it to get the win, and Clyde can't believe it. Corlone: The winner of this match and advancing to the finals of the Tournament of Warriors...JAYDEN PRINCE! [Prince had already rolled to the outside of the ring as Clyde was just looking around shocked as hell, just like the crowd was, that he actually lost when he was on the verge of making Prince tap out.] Streamline: It looks like Taylor and Prince will be facing off against one another again, but this time it's for a lot more than just JPV being pissed at them. [The National Aviary...] [The camera pulls in tight on the Yellow Throated laughing thrush. The small scruffy looking bird stares into the screen, apparently interested in its reflection. Despite the crap videographers the IGA hands me, this is actually some decent nature future. I should do that for a living. Very calm and serene... you might even visit it if you ever swing by Pittsburgh again. You really hope you don’t visit Pittsburgh. Nice bird though.] *SQQQQQWACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!* [The thrush flies off in a panic as our battered Fight Club division continues to make the rounds. Grabbing a fistful of damp hair, “Wild” Bill tosses Jean Pierre into another pond, disturbing some flamingos. Spitting water out on a nearby Scarlet headed Blackbird, VileR scrambles out of the pond, apparently still emotionally scarred from drowning to death in our last segment. Grabbing a handful of birdseed from a concrete feeder, Vile spins around tossing it at Bill’s head. “Wild” Bill manages to duck the birdseed... only to get caught by the feeder. As the Wild One struggles to lift the concrete off his chest, Celine grabs one of his legs...] JPC: ...Come on already! [The camera pans past the hundreds of emotionally distraught birds to find referee Fabian Cruz ducking in the doorway. A wave of multicolour feathers rain down from the ceiling, and other stuff. Cruz stares up at all the upset birds screeching around the ceiling...] Fabian Cruz: ...I don’t want to get crapped on. JPC: ...Of all Zzze... [Wait, that’s a good point! Realizing Cruz is wiser than he looks, the irritating French Fuck rolls off of Ian looking for shelter. Tossing the concrete off his chest, “Wild” Bill kicks upwards into Celine’s crotch. Vile is suppose to be doing the cheap shots! Before Jean Pierre can double over, Bill nails a stiff uppercut... the force sends Celine reeling backwards, into a helpful plaque containing facts about Pompadour Cotingas. An aggressive pelican flies into “Wild” Bill’s face. Going with the surreal violence this match seems to have taken on, Bill punches the pelican out. Reaching up, 2nd Generation Vile pulls Bill into the helpful plaque, bending his spine at an awkward angle. Jumping up, Pierre sends Bill slumping off the plaque with a vicious rocker dropper.] *QWACK* [Celine again starts to crawl away from this feathery, shitty mess... but Bill grabs him by the ankle. As Celine spins around, Bill hits him over the head with a stunned pelican. It might be a plastic pelican or a stuffed pelican, you don’t know. I’m just giving you reasonable explanations for the absurd situation I’m developing. It’s easy enough to fake, if it isn’t real. ...But why would you want to fake it? Jean Pierre sells like a motherfucker for the pelican shots. Grabbing two pink flamingos, Celine starts to block the pelican... swinging the flamingos by the neck like nun chucks! If you think THIS is bad, I cut the aquarium scene for time.] Fabian Cruz: ...I...I’m going to go now. [Parry! Thrust! Pivot... step... step... en guard~! The bird duelling is worthy of Highlander, or star wars, as Bill repels the flamingos with his one bird. His bird is a lot bigger though. Why doesn’t anyone stop these monsters? ...Because it’s afterhours. I do my homework. 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper throws one flamingo at Bill, but the Wild One ducks under it matrix style. You start to question why you ordered this pay per view. ...But only in front of civilized company, in truth you REALLY liked this depraved avian abuse. As the birds start to get more and more upset, a blue-necked Tanager flies into the camera. We once again cut to static.] ----static---- [We pan past angry store keepers, upturned garbage cans, and broken glass. A broken fire-hydrant shoots water up in the air, only most of it is already iced over, because Pittsburgh is cold as fuck. The path of destruction is easy to follow...] [The Andy Warhol Museum...] [What could those beasts be up to this time? Unlike the birds, this shit is expensive...] [The bloody messes that are “Wild” Bill Ian and Jean Pierre Celine walk out of a screening of Andy Warhol’s BLOW JOB. The Tom Baker that appears in the film is not the popular Doctor Who from the 70s. Bill feels lied too. Celine stuffs his face with a plate of shrimp that must have been handed out at one of the exhibits. Hopefully it isn’t one of the exhibits. Walking up to one of Warhol’s Elvis spreads, the two men take it in for a moment.] WBI: You really have to like his use of negative space... JPC: I Zzzink zzze messages ‘e was trying to convey are still pertinent in zzzis day and age... [Turning away, the two men spot the camera. They look taken aback. Dropping his jaw, half a dozen shrimp slip out of Celine’s mouth onto the floor. Always thinking on his toes, Bill grabs the Elvis painting off the wall and breaks it over Celine’s head. ...It was probably a fake.] WBI: ...Are you trying to say that working with YOU is my fifteen minutes of fame motherfucker!?! [Not as quick on his toes, Celine is a little hurt. Then clues in to the ruse...] JPC: Zzzat’s EXACTLY what I’m saying! If you were a film, it would be Andy Warhol’s JOBBER! [Celine kicks Bill in the leg. Celine’s arms are pinned to his sides by the painting, making the brawl pretty one sided. The two still manage to trade shots until they stumble away from the REALLY EXPENSIVE shit. As security guards chase after them with guns, the image once again cuts out.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ INTERNATIONAL TV TITLE MATCH! Johnny Pain vs Derek Douglas ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pain started to climb into the ring, Douglas charged forward with a running knee to the side of Pain's head before he was inside knocking him off the apron and to the floor! Pain was sent rolling clutching the side of his head, Derek climbing out of the ring after him and pulling the International TV Champion back up to his feet, grabbing his arm and whipping him into the barricade! Pain slumped a bit, Douglas grabbing him by the back of the head and rushing towards the ring steps launching him shoulder first into the steel!] DeLucia: Douglas isn't wasting any time as Johnny was caught off guard. Streamline: That's what you get when you go against a street fighter! You watch your ass! [Pulling the belt off from around his waist, Pain started to get back up to his feet slowly. Douglas grabbing him by the hair and dragging him up the aisle, smacking his head off the barricade! Pain slumped slightly against the railing before Douglas pulled him back to the ring and rolled him under the bottom rope, following in after him. Pain tried to get back up to his feet, Douglas knocking the spit out of his mouth with a stiff uppercut! Pain dropping to one knee getting turned around, Douglas dragged him back up to his feet and took him over with a snap mare, kicking him square in the spine!] DeLucia: This is NOT what Pain was expecting I don't think. Streamline: Are you serious? Anyone that knows Douglas knows he will do anything to injure someone. He isn't real technical! DeLucia: True, but usually Pain tends to go with a respect factor. He's a eye to eye sort of person. Streamline: Yeah, well, Douglas would stab his own family in the back if he thought it would be fun! DeLucia: Very true... [Douglas dragged Pain back up to the feet by the head, looking for another snap mare, Pain spinning out of it and hooking the arms of Derek. Dropping to his knees and taking him over with a backslide in the middle of the ring!] DeLucia: Quick pin reversal! ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTT...[KICKOUT!] Streamline: And Douglas managed to kick out! DeLucia: That was as close as you can get right there! And it was out of no where! [Douglas quickly got back to his feet, Pain was slow to move and caught an elbow to the side of the head and neck! Douglas grabbed Pain by the hair, pulling him off the mat while on his knees before face planting him in the canvas! Shoving the face of Johnny into the canvas and grinding back and forth trying to rub his face off! Breaking on Simon Jones' 4 count, Douglas was in control of the champion while Ronnie Jamison watched on approvingly outside of the ring. Derek pulling Pain back up to his feet and backing him into the ropes, whipping him across the ring and following in with a knee to the stomach! Pain flipped over the leg of Douglas landing on the mat clutching his stomach!] DeLucia: This is more of a street fight then a wrestling match, Danny. Streamline: And that's what Douglas wants. Do you not listen to me? DeLucia: I try not to... [Douglas was out to hurt Pain and it was more then obvious, pulling him back up to his feet and throwing him between the ropes to the floor! Derek climbed out after him and motioned for the time keeper to get out of the way, folding the chair over Derek moved up behind Pain and slammed the chair across his back! John flipped back and forth clutching his spine, Douglas throwing the chair aside and lifting Pain up onto the apron. Rolling him onto his back and pulling his head over to hang off the apron. Douglas climbed back up and measured Johnny, stomping down across his throat!] Streamline: Is this no dq? DeLucia: I don't think so, and I was thinking after that chair was used I thought it would be over. Apparently I was wrong. Streamline: No the first time... DeLucia: Excuse me? Streamline: Oh nothin... [Johnny jerked back and forth holding his throat, rolling into the ring struggling to catch his breath! Derek dragged him back up to his feet quickly, hooking Pain in a front face lock and reaching out grabbing his tights, lifting him up and twisting in the air with an implant DDT! Pain laid motionless on the mat, Derek rolling him over and hooking his leg for the pin!] DeLucia: Douglas going for a pinfall after the very first real wrestling move he's actually done! Streamline: But it was a good one... ONE... TWO... Streamline: NEW CHAMPION!!! TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR...[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: Oh man that was close! We almost had a new champion without the current champion getting hardly any offense in what so ever. [Douglas dragged Pain back up to his feet against the ropes, catching him with a stiff forearm to the side of the face! Derek whipped Pain across the ring, charging in after him with a lariat! Johnny ducked underneath and wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, exploding backwards with a release German Suplex in the middle of the ring! Derek landed on the back of his head and neck, flipping back and forth while both men were down and prone on the mat!] DeLucia: And the The champion, Pain with a huge reversal, and he really needs to take advantage of this! Streamline: I'm not even sure Douglas is hurt to be honest. I've seen him take some halicious beating in his past and he doesn't stop coming. [Struggling to get back up to his feet, Derek was always on the attack, grabbing the back of his head and neck trying to pull Pain up! Johnny shoving Derek backwards and unleashed a stiff knife edge chop! Douglas stumbled backwards and rushed in with a haymaker! Pain ducked out of the way and hooked Derek for a T-Bone suplex launching him into the middle of the ring! Douglas arched off the mat, Pain scrambling over and covering him for the pin!] DeLucia: PAIN WITH A COVER!!! ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: Near fall for the champ! Streamline: I told you he just keeps coming... He will have to be killed to beat him in my opinion. [Johnny pulled Douglas back up to his feet in the corner, unloading with a series of kicks to the stomach of Douglas! Grabbing the arm of Douglas, Pain whipped him across the ring into the far corner, charging in after him and going to the air with a dropkick! Douglas crumbled forward, Pain hooking him in a front face lock and snapping backwards with a snap suplex! Ducking out of the ring to the apron and heading up to the top!] DeLucia: Pain has become a ball of fire, and I'm not sure there's anything Douglas can do about it! [Pain measured Douglas and came flying through with a 450 splash! Douglas getting his knees up, Pain landing square across the knees of the challenger and rolling around the ring in agony. Douglas rolled over to his hands and knees pulling Pain onto his back and covering him!] Streamline: Except for that! HAHAHA!!! ONE... TWO... TTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEE....[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: And the champ is still alive!!! [Douglas slapped the mat, getting up slowly and pulling Pain with him. Hooking him in a front facelock, Douglas lifted him up for a vertical suplex, holding him vertical for a moment before coming straight down with a brainbuster! Pain curled in a fetal position holding his neck, Douglas motioning that the match was over, rolling onto Pain and covering him for the pin!] DeLucia: And Pain's neck could be broken all over again! ONE... TWO... Streamline: Douglas is laughing, look at him! DeLucia: HE IS FRIGGIN CRAZY I THINK! TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: PAIN KICKED OUT!!! PAIN IS STILL ALIVE! Streamline: Ehhh..... Who cares. I want a new champion! [Pain's shoulder came up, Douglas glaring at Jones and getting back to his feet. Moving across the ring, Derek motioned for Pain to get up. Stomping his foot on the mat, shouting insults at Pain the entire time, getting ready to kick his face off! Pain pushed up slowly, stumbling backwards and turning around! Douglas charged forward with a running Yakuza kick to the face! Pain pulling his head back and grabbing the foot of Douglas! Derek caught his balance before Pain spun him around, Derek turned full circle back to Pain who kicked the back of his leg out from behind him with an STO! Spiking Douglas into the canvas and locking in the Anaconda Vice!] { MASSIVE FACE POP!!! } DeLucia: HE'S GOT HIM!!! Streamline: DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!! DeLucia: DOUGLAS IS IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!!! AND PAIN CAN TASTE IT!!! [Douglas shouted out, Johnny latching the submission in tight in the middle of the ring! Derek reaching for the ropes or anything to grab onto! Pain pulling back and shouting out, his arms tense with the strain of trying to break Douglas!] DeLucia: PAIN IS SCREAMING FOR DOUGLAS TO TAP OUT!!! Streamline: There is no way Derek Douglas is going to tap out! Ever! [Douglas' hand raises getting ready to come down to tap out! Pain using all his body weight to pull back on the head and neck of Douglas, Derek reaching his hand over and raking the eyes of Pain breaking the hold! Douglas rolled away to his hands and knees, Johnny holding his face and getting back up to his feet holding his face! Derek crawling forward towards Pain, Johnny stepping into him!] DeLucia: DOUGLAS GOT OUT!!! WITH A HAND FULL OF EYES! Streamline: He does what he has to survive! It's not about win or lose with this guy, it's about survival! [MEGA HEEL POP!] *DING DING DING!* [Douglas caught Pain with a blatant low blow in the middle of the ring! Johnny doubled over clutching his groin, Douglas standing up and holding the head of Pain. Pulling him into a standing head scissors, Johnny fell to one knee before Derek pulled him up into position for a Piledriver! Holding him for a moment Derek jumped into the air and came down, compacting the injured neck of Pain into the canvas!] *DING DING DING!* Delucia: Douglas is trying to injure Johnny Pain! This was never about a title! Streamline: It's about survival, I already told you that! [Simon Jones got in the way of Douglas motioning the match was over! Derek grinning down at Pain, grabbing the side of his neck and his shoulder backing off towards the ropes and ducking out of the ring to the floor! Ronnie Jamison moving alongside him as they headed back up the aisle.] Corlone: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification! JOHNNY PAIN! Streamline: Pain might have won the match, but he didn't win the war. [Pain held his neck, laying on his side on the canvas, Simon Jones leaning down to check on him, motioning to the back for help. Douglas turning around and looking back into the ring watching Pain for a long moment before the camera cut to the back.] [The videographer pushes past a few people before taking a seat in the center of an auditorium. Various people curse him under their breath as he steps on their toes. Our cameraman wishes he could curl up and die. Spotlights on the stage follow two ballerinas as they circle around one another. They seem quite moving. The cameraman turns to the ballet patron next to him, only to get a dirty look. Ouch. The camera then swings to the right, where Fabian Cruz loudly munches on popcorn and gives us the thumbs up.] [The Pittsburgh National Theatre...] [A large number of dancers perform artistic director Terrence Orr’s variation on the Nutcracker. Orr’s version sets the Tchaikovsky classic in 1904 Pittsburgh, names, places, street names... yeah, Pittsburgh. If you like Pittsburgh... then this is the ballet for you. What the hell is wrong with you?] [I think ballet is kind of boring and gay myself, and I’m a pretty nerdy forwards thinking kind of guy... I’m not that prejudiced. But yeah... ballet? Still, the dancers are performing the complex material quite majestically...] [Wait... what is Fabian Cruz doing here?!] [...] [THE FIGHT CLUB MATCH IS STILL GOING ON!] [Jean Pierre Celine runs out on stage, still trying to get away... but in a manly kind of way. Before Celine can reach stage left, “Wild” Bill decks him from behind with a leg lariat. It looked like it hurt. Bill thrust kicks Celine in the head before realizing the entire auditorium’s eyes are on him. “Wild” Bill looks out at the sea of people, not quite sure what to do. Sure he wrestles in front of crowds 100 times this size, but this seems like a classy mob. More sophisticated than the group Bill usually entertains. You could hear a pin drop...] Fabian Cruz: Baryshnikov has nothing on you Bill! [Shush. Spitting up blood, 2nd Generation VVV grabs the closest ballerina, one dressed as a swan, and throws her like a weapon. The small anorexic Russian woman looks like a lawn dart flying through the air. Gasp. Bill catches her! Not so much to protect the woman as much as instinctually not wanting to get hit by her. As Bill protects this stunning swan, the crowd go wild!] [You did it Bill, you’ve become part of the ballet! You’ve been accepted by a higher class of people! Bill feels like he’s grown as a person. The audience throw bouquets at him.] [Never one to be out staged, Jean Pierre Celine DROPKICKS the dancer that Bill’s holding into the Wild One! The two crumple to the ground.] [That didn’t go over well.] [Throwing the ballerina off of him, Bill grabs a large set piece that looks like a tree, breaking it over Celine’s head. Still bleeding like a stuck pig, Celine gets knocked into the symphony. A number of flutists break JPC’s fall. Unfortunately he lands on his keys. The NEW Vile “Vince” Viper has never experienced pain this intense, and declares a jihad on Wild Bill. Before Celine can pull a flute out of his crotch, Wild Bill dives off the stage with a suicide dive. VileR catches him in midair with a tuba.] Cameraman: Shouldn’t you be officiating that? Fabian Cruz: I’d feel uncomfortable pushing past the audience before it’s over. [New Viper brings the tuba down again, and again, collapsing the bell as he beats Bill senseless with it. Getting caught up in the moment, Celine climbs out of the orchestra pit onto the stage to hit some wacky highflying tuba move. Before Celine can dive off, Bill is back up, snatching instruments away from players and whipping them at his new rival. Obo! French horn! Trumpet! Trumpet! Triangle! Cow Bell! What the fuck kind of ballet is this? Trombone! Snare drum! The instruments stack up on the stage as a bloody Viper gets buried under them.] Fabian Cruz <delayed reaction>: ...COW BELL! [Climbing back onto the stage, Bill staggers over to the pile of instruments and nails a standing senton onto them. Not all the instruments slide off Vile, so Bill goes back for another senton. That should kill him. Leaning back on the pile of instruments, Bill looks around for the referee before cursing and getting back up. Pushing away instruments, Celine’s face has swollen up to the size of a grapefruit. It looks like the cow bell chipped an orbital bone. ...VERY NASTY. The crowd is in shocked silence. Bill looks around at the audience for a moment, then does a pirouette before kicking Celine in the crotch.] [MASSIVE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The Nutcracker... get it?] [If ballet is about defying physics – and it is – then these two just balled their asses off. The crowd clap in appreciation of this fine performance. Bill seems pleased as Celine crawls off in a bloody mess...] [Most daring version of the Nutcracker you’ve seen in some time. WAY better than that Pittsburgh crap.] [One of the women’s locker room opens up as half-naked divas charge out of the backstage area. None of the big names, so don’t get your hopes up. Hell, the charge was so quick you barely saw a nipple. Why are they running? The door swings open again, as “Wild” Bill Ian charges out holding Jean Pierre Celine high up in the air.] [THEY’RE FINALLY IN THE BUILDING MEGA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Fabian Cruz follows after them, trying to make his presence in the ladies changing room less pronounced. Wait. Why the hell were they in the women’s changing room? Jon did you miss a segment? Did it turn from Family Guy chicken fight to ski school when we weren’t looking? Running halfway down the hall, “Wild” Bill plants Celine through a catering table with a THUNDER FIRE POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MOTHERFUCKER WAS DEAD BEFORE THE BABY CARROTS HIT THE FLOOR POP!!!!!!!!!!] [Cruz slides on top for the cover you’re sure will bring this tired bloodbath to a close...] ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? [--------------------Chazz Sterling breaks the pin. Before Fabian Cruz can complain; Chazz Sterling and Astoroth jump on “Wild” Bill. The two Celine sycophants start to put the boots to the Wild man while Viper is left to recover, smeared in vegetable dip and sandwiches. Putting Bill in a full nelson, Astoroth pushes the Wild One’s face down into the locker room door, where Chazz is happy to repeatedly slam the door shut. As Bill gushes blood across the floor, a woozy Jean Pierre Celine starts to brush food off his fine suit.] Fabian Cruz: It was over... why couldn’t you let it end? [Staring at the referee in contempt, Chazz kicks Bill in the back of the head. Astoroth pulls Wild Bill upright so Chazz can work over his ribs with a chair. Jean Pierre Celine straightens his tie as he looks on at his opponent in disgust. VVV Army represent. Catching his second wind, VileR decides to join the gang beating when...] [MASSIVE POP CAN BE HEARD BACKSTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Coming across this scene, Lazz Sterling drives the back of his cane into Jean Pierre’s forehead, reopening a cut. As the NEW king of snakes curses in French, Lazz Sterling brings the cane across Celine’s throat before nailing a side Russian legsweep back into the table debris. As Celine holds his throat in agony, Lazz stomps over towards the beatdown.] Lazz Sterling: HEY! [Wide eyed, Chazz drops his chair, before turning to address his kin. Not wanting to get involved in the family dispute Astoroth T-bone suplexes a barely conscious Bill into the wall. As Astoroth mounts the Wild One and starts piling in the rapid fire punches, the camera pans over to the Sterlings...] Chazz Sterling: Hey Lazz... what’s up? Lazz Sterling: Chazz... you were wearing a DRESS last week. What the hell is the family going to think? Chazz Sterling: Hey, I’m hanging out with Vile “Vince” Viper these days. I’m having a blast doing it. I wore the dress because New Vile thought it would be funny. It was funny. The family should be happy for me. Lazz Sterling: You look like an asshole. Chazz Sterling: Don’t blame me if you don’t have someone cool to emulate like Vile! It’s not my fault that VVV is twice as awesome as ECK! [...] [!] [OH NO HE DIDN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Lazz hits Chazz as hard as he can with his green emerald cane. The diamond studded “S” on the top of the cane leaves a visible “S” imprint on Chazz’s forehead. Both men wait for half a second before the blood starts to shoot out of Chazz like a lawn sprinkler. Still enraged, Lazz kicks Jean Pierre Celine in the crotch on his way out of the frame.] JPC: ...Why... does... EVERYONE go for Zzze CROTCH? [Astoroth starts to lift Bill up with a cobra clutch, when the WILD ONE flips the former tag champion over, headfirst through the door. Head through the door seems to knock Astoroth out, but just to make sure... a bloody... furious Bill breaks a chair across the Lost Soul’s back. Chazz looks like he’s ready to cry, placing his hands on his head in a last ditch effort to stop the bleeding. Happy to put him out of his misery, Bill starts to clobber Chazz with a chair leg.] JPC: Sac re... [Realizing that his gang violence scheme has failed miserable, NEW Vile starts to walk away. There is something about Bill bludgeoning a man to death that’s kind of scary. Pushing past Cruz, Vile starts to charge down the hallway. The bloody stump that is Bill stares up from his most recent victim, tossing the chair leg into Viper’s feet. Stumbling, the NEW king of snakes falls crimson mask first into the wall. Screaming like a madman, Bill starts to quickly hobble after his prey, swinging an unconscious Chazz Sterling like a weapon.] Chazz Sterling: WAIT! I’m still conscious! WBI: ...you don’t know how little I care. [...This seems to be getting darker.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS FINALS! Nathan Taylor vs Jayden Prince ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Corlone: This is the finals of the TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS! Introducing first...from Duluth, Minnesota and representing Taylor Made Enterprises! NATHAN TAYLOR! [The instrumental guitar lyrics begin playing over the P/A as the lights go out. Everyone knows the song that's being played and upon the IGA-tron comes a picture shadow and the words Nathan Taylor flash across the screen showing his face. A spot light comes upon the entrance ramp and out from the back steps Taylor dressed in his wrestling gear.] #Now I've told you this once before You can't control me If you try to take me down you're gonna break Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me I'm picking you outta me you run away# #I stand alone Inside I stand alone# [Taylor throws his arms up for the fans before he begins making his way down the aisle quickly, the fans reach out to touch the mammoth of a man but he doesn't mind, or try to touch the fans in return. His eyes are focused on the ring and once he gets to the apron he reaches up grabbing the middle rope with both hands and yanks himself up onto the apron.] #You're always hiding behind your so called goddess So what you don't think that we can see your face Resurrected back before the final fallen I'll never rest until I can make my own way I'm not afraid of fading# [Taylor steps between the middle and top rope and makes his way into the ring. He takes the center of the ring and raises both arms up for the crowd again and then takes to his corner where he begins stretching out his arms using the ropes. Once stretched, Taylor turns and waits for his opponent as the music fades out with the last lines of the song.] #I stand alone Inside I stand alone Inside# Corlone: His Opponent! From Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 219lbs...here is ...JAYDEN PRINCE! ["The Rebirth" by Boy Hits Car blares through the PA System, the crowd exploding to their feet with a much more favorable reaction then what had been given before. Jayden Prince shoved the curtains aside, making his way towards the ring slowly, his hands slapping several of the fans along the way. Jayden slingshots himself over the top rope into the ring, rushing from one side of the ring to the other, bouncing off the ropes and getting ready for the match.] DeLuica: These 2 have met before under different circumstances! Streamline: This time it actually means something! [Nathan Taylor and Jayden Prince locked up in the middle of the ring, Taylor stepped in and threw Prince backward and to the mat, the much smaller athlete sent rolling! Prince rolled back up to his feet and didn't waste time, rushing in and pulling Taylor into a side headlock, Nathan doubling over for a moment before reaching down and lifting Prince into the air with ease! Prince started kicking his legs before being thrown forward and to the mat, Prince landing hard on the mat and looking up at Taylor with a grin and a nod.] DeLucia: Taylor just showing off his impressive strength pushing Prince down to the canvas. Streamline: Prince with a headlock on Taylor now, but Taylor lifts him up and just tosses him forward. Prince smiles and nods, this one should be interesting! [Standing back up, Prince and Taylor began to circle each other again, Taylor rushing into the collar and elbow tie up pushing Prince straight back into the corner! Erik Rockwell calling for the break, Taylor slowly pulling back holding his hands up while Prince brought his hands up to defend himself! As Taylor took a step back, Prince fired with a stinging right jab to the jaw before unloading with several more that caught Taylor off guard! Nathan returned fire with several rights of his own knocking Jayden backwards into the corner! Nathan grabbing the arm of Jayden and whipping him across the ring into the far corner! Taylor charged in after him, Prince getting both feet up into the face of Taylor! Nathan stumbling backwards holding his mouth, Prince turned around to the corner and jumped to the top rope! Flipping backwards with a Moonsault Press, Taylor rushed forward ducking underneath Prince who adjusted in midair landing on his feet!] DeLucia: Both men circling one another and they lock horns. Taylor pushes Prince back into the ropes and the ref calls for a break and Taylor gives a clean break. Streamline: Prince not so clean as he hits Taylor as he was backing away, and now Taylor is firing back with some big shots. DeLucia: Taylor turns whipping Prince into the turnbuckle and comes charging in, but Prince gets the boots up! Prince turns and rushes the corner, he's going airborne but Taylor ducks the Moonsault, and Prince lands on his feet. [Taylor hit the buckles as he got out of the way, not expecting Prince to be following up so quickly. Jayden rushing forward with a spinning lariat in the corner! Taylor's head rocking backwards from the shot as Jayden's momentum carried him over the top rope to the floor landing on his feet! Taylor stumbled out of the corner holding his mouth, Prince climbed back up onto the apron and waited on Taylor, Nathan turned around looking for his opponent, Prince springboarding off the top rope with a flying body press! Taylor catching him in mid air and taking him over with a huge power slam! Shifting to cover Prince hooking his leg for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR...[KICKOUT!] DeLucia: Prince kicks out after the huge power slam. Great reversal by Taylor. [Prince kicked out and slipped out the back door, Nathan getting back up a moment behind Prince and spinning him around hooking him in a bear hug! Prince stretched for the ropes as Taylor lifted him up in his arms and began squeezing the life out of him!] DeLucia: Both men back up, Taylor turns around and locks Prince with a Bear hug! Streamline: Prince could have his ribs broken if Taylor doesn't watch his strength here. [Rockwell checked to see if Prince wanted to give up, Jayden shaking his head back and forth no. Pulling at his hair trying to fight through the pain before slapping his hands together around Taylor's ears! Nathan's grip slipped slightly before Prince caught him with another ear clap that broke the hold! Jayden unloaded with several forearms to the face before rushing into the ropes, Nathan catching him on the rebound and spiking him with a spinebuster!] DeLucia: Prince refusing to give it up, he's obviously frustrated but he breaks free clapping his hands over Taylor's ears. That could cause some damage to his hearing. Streamline: Prince coming back with some forearms and he runs back hitting the ropes. Prince on the return buy Taylor catches him and slams him down with a Spine Bustah! [Taylor didn't go for the pin, waiting on Prince to get back to his feet. The former Tag Team Champion slowly started to get back up to his feet, turning around into a Military Press, stepping forward and letting Prince crash face first to the floor! Taylor ducked out of the ring, pulling Jayden back up to his feet and rolling him under the bottom rope back into the ring, crawling in after him and covering him for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTH...[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: Brutal Gorilla Press Slam to the outside, Taylor goes for the pin, 1, 2, no! Prince got the shoulder up! [Prince struggled to get back to his feet refusing to give up after the long fall, Taylor waiting on him and wrapping his huge arms around his waist again with a bear hug, this time dropping to one knee and wrestling him down to the canvas! Prince losing any leverage he could have had standing while Nathan continued to squeeze the life out of him! Prince's shoulders fell backwards to the mat, Taylor driving his shoulder into his midsection trying to catch him off guard for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR...[SHOULDERS UP!] DeLucia: Taylor going for the Bear Hug again and turns it into a pin but Prince kicks out yet again. [Prince pushed the head of Taylor aside and fired away with several punches to his ear! Taylor's grip started to loosen as he punch smacked off the side of his head until Prince was able to slip out, Taylor didn't let him get far, pulling him back up to his feet by the head and rushing towards the corner! Prince's foot came up to the top turnbuckle blocking his head smash! Prince fired a back elbow quickly into the face of Nathan, Taylor stumbled backwards a step or two giving Jayden enough room to jump to the middle turnbuckle! Spring boarding off the second rope and turning around with a flying knee smash that took Nathan clean off his feet!] DeLucia: Prince just firing away on Taylor and he loses his grip. Taylor back up and pulls Prince up with him, he's taking him to the corner and is going to smash his he- no! Prince got his foot up on the buckle, blocking the attempt! Streamline: Jayden with an elbow into Tayor's face and Prince with a burst of speed leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle and comes flying back with a knee right to Taylor's face, taking him down! [Taylor got back to his feet, holding his mouth, Prince rushed into the ropes catching Taylor before he got all the way back up, flipping over head with a flipping neckbreaker! Taylor bounced off the canvas holding his neck, Prince scrambling over and covering him for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHH...[KICKOUT!] DeLucia: Flipping Neckbreaker and Taylor down for the count. 1, 2, no, Taylor kicks out! [Prince pulled Taylor back up to his feet and back down with a snap mare! Jumping to the middle rope near the corner, Prince sprang to the adjacent top rope and turning around in mid air with a flying leg drop! Nathan grabbed his throat rolling back and forth, Prince covering him and hooking a tree trunk like leg!] ONE... TWO... TTTT..[KICKOUT!] DeLucia: Taylor got caught in the throat and Prince with another pin, but Taylor kicks out a second time! [Taylor rolled into the corner and started to get up slowly, Prince rushing in and jumping onto him with a monkey flip! Taylor blocking it and stepping out of the corner, hooking Jayden in a belly to belly and launching him through the air into the middle of the ring! Prince sat up shouting out in pain, Taylor pulling him back down flat on the mat and covering him for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTTT...[SHOULDER UP!] DeLucia: Prince belly to belly suplexed and Taylor goes for the pin but only a two as Prince gets the shoulder up! [Grabbing the back of Prince's head, Taylor pulled him back up to his feet against the ropes. Whipping Prince across the ring, Taylor ducked down for a back drop, Jayden leap frogging over him and planting his feet! Taylor spun quickly, Prince throwing a superkick at Taylor, Nathan blocking it and spinning Prince around and catching him from behind with a belly to back! Jayden tried to throw a back elbow, Taylor ducking down and standing up with Prince across his shoulders in a Torture Rack! The crowd exploding as Taylor tried to bend Prince in two!] DeLucia: Taylor whips Prince across the ring and goes for a back body drop but Prince leaps over him. Taylor turns and blocks a Superkick by Prince! We've got some good counter wrestling going on here. Streamline: Taylor pulls Prince up for a Back Suplex but Prince tries to strike. Taylor ducks it and sets Prince for a Torture Rack! [Prince's arms flailed trying to grab hold of the ropes or find a way out, Rockwell checking to see if he wanted to give up! Jayden shaking his head shouting "No" just as Taylor dropped straight down to his knees, jaring Jayden across his shoulders! Prince flopped off of Kendra's Baby Brother, Nathan crawling over and covering him for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!] [INCREDIBLE HEART POP!] DeLucia: Wow, I thought it was all over there but Prince somehow managed to kick out! [Taylor pulled Prince back up to his feet, hoisting him up for a choke slam and planting him into the middle of the mat! Taylor backed off into the corner motioning for the end of the match, the crowd growing in support of the power house who dropped down into a 3 point stance! Prince struggling to roll over and get back to his feet! The Phoenix Weight competitor staggered up with his back to Taylor, turning around slowly, Nathan rushed forward with a spear! Prince dropping to the mat quickly and catching him with a drop toe hold! Taylor's face smacking off the canvas!] DeLucia: Taylor pulls Prince up and he takes him up and it's Chokeslam city! The crowd is cheering on the former NFL star, who's now down in a 3 point stance! Streamline: Prince back up to his feet and Taylor charges in for a spear, he's going to break him in half! NO NO! Prince side-steps and sends Taylor face first to the canvas with a drop toe hold! [Crawling into the corner, Prince ducked out to the apron and up to the top rope slowly! Taylor getting back up to his feet, his back to Prince, Jayden launching off with a Missile dropkick as he turned around taking the Taylor Made member off his feet and rolling of the ring to the floor landing on his feet! Prince rushed into the ropes and came off with a baseball slide to Taylor, Nathan stepping out of the way causing Jayden to slide out of the ring! Turning around Jayden was turned inside out with a huge clothesline!] DeLucia: Prnce climbing the ropes now and Taylor's getting up to his feet. Prince leaps and takes Taylor down, and Taylor rolls out of the ring and is on his feet. Streamline: Jayden is up and he hits the ropes and comes down sliding towards Taylor with a baseball slide but Taylor moves. OW! Jayden just got leveled by a big clothesline from Taylor! [Pulling Jayden back up to his feet, Taylor smacked his head off the canvas before rolling him back into the ring! Climbing in after him, Taylor pulled Jayden up into a standing headscissors and wrapped |
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| Vile Side | Feb 15 2009, 05:04 PM Post #3 |
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Keith
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[A saw starts to gear up over the PA system.] ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! [As the coarse buzzing sound gets louder and louder, disturbed children in the audience start to cry. If that buzzing wasn’t getting to you, the crying is. You could use some ADVIL. You chase it with some Sam Adams. Their commercials are REALLY gay...] ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! [What the hell is that?] [MASSIVE BAD ASS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [“Wild” Bill Ian staggers through the back curtains holding two Sais. They look really shiny & sharp... you wonder where you can get some, and if he’ll autograph yours afterwards. You know, make you feel like a real man. Those are some cool looking weapons. Great product placement. Maybe mail order. Where is that buzzing noise coming from?] [MIND NUMBING HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper follows “Wild” Bill Ian through the entrance curtains.] *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* [OH NO HE DIDN’T POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Celine seems to be chasing Bill with a cordless electric lawnmower.] [FUCKING CRAZY POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Holding the mower sideways, Celine seems to charge after Bill trying to push the powered on blades into his new arch-nemesis. For his part “Wild” Bill seems to be taking this attempted murder in stride, fighting back with his super cool Sais. Fuck duelling chairs... you’re watching duelling Sais/cordless power mower. You’re not sure if you can go back.] DeLucia: These two men have MURDERED each other in a surreal display of cartoonish ultra violence all over the city of Pittsburgh... Streamline: Almost made me want to visit Pittsburgh... DeLucia: ...But this may be crossing the line even by the standards THEY set! [Hey you know what happens when you put a metal chair in a ceiling fan? You don’t? Try that now. Yeah, the Sais hitting blades cause large sparks to fly out into the audience. I think one woman’s hair catches on fire. ...Maybe not. Still, that’d be cool foreshadowing if I reused the spot later. Or lazy, I haven’t decided. Catching the mulching blade head on, the force sends one of Bill’s Sais flying into the audience. It didn’t hit anyone. We hope. Still it would make for one hell of a souvenir!] Streamline: They look ready to kill one another! DeLucia: This started as a random pairing to get two prominent stars on the pay per view... there was NO rhyme or reason for this match... but now... Streamline: They absolutely hate each other! DeLucia: ...Bill made Celine sit on his car keys... it’s a holy war. [Delighted fans pat “Wild” Bill on the back as the two make their way down the aisle. They cheer their support and ask for autographs, while Bill rolls his eyes in disgust. Kind of busy here! Celine almost catches Ian’s leg with the mower. Jabbing at the sides, “Wild” Bill catches one of Viper’s hands with the Sai, leaving a bloody scar. Screaming obscenities, Vile starts to push on further; the potential homicide finally reaching the ringside area!] Streamline: I know we’ve seen these two do a LOT this evening... but this is REALLY pushing it. DeLucia: We really need to get some officials or some security out here... Streamline: I mean, this is getting ridiculous... [“Wild” Bill tries to jab the hand again, only for 2nd Gen Vile to fake him out, pulling the lawnmower to the left. Catching the blade head on, once more, the sai is forced out of Bill’s hand... flying into the ring. Finding himself defenceless, your blood goes cold as Jean Pierre Celine laughs maniacally... literally pushing forwards for the kill.] Streamline: Are they on crack?! [Diving under the bottom rope, Bill tucks his feet in just as Celine hits the apron with his upturned mower. The ring ropes are the only thing keeping the razor sharp blade from hacking off the feet dangling inches away.] DeLucia: ...fu... [Looking REALLY pissed off “Wild” Bill Ian starts to roll over towards his sai...] [OH MY FUCKING GOD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* Streamline: Jean Pierre Celine off the top... [A large shadow starts to form. “Wild” Bill Ian looks up just as 2nd Generation Vile “Vince” Viper flies off the top with his lawnmower.] DeLucia: ... [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Streamline: Jesus. [Reaching up, “Wild” Bill Ian grips the sides of the lawnmower keeping it a foot away from his face. Hair flying about wildly, eyes glowing with rage, a disgusted Jean Pierre Celine tries to put all his weight down on the lawnmower. Anything to prove he isn’t a joke.] [CRAZY HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [At his wits end, the disgusting beast climbs up on top of the mower, stomping up and down on it as “Wild” Bill gets closer and closer to a prettier mug. Before security has a chance to hit the ring, half the locker room clears out of the backroom area to stop this absurd outrage.] [MASSIVE CLUSTER FUCK APPRECIATION POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] DeLucia: HERE COMES THE BOYS! Streamline: ABOUT TIME! [Spring boarding off the top rope, Darkside Clyde Dixon knocks Jean Pierre Celine off the lawnmower knocking him halfway across the ring. Throwing the cordless mower off him, an enraged Bill Ian starts to scramble across the ring looking for his sai. Before Bill can get his instrument of death, Ricky Starr and Hunter York tackle him to the canvas.] Streamline: Dixon holding back Viper, while Starr and York try to keep Ian under control. Despite the severe beatings, fatigue, potential hypothermia, sars, and massive blood loss, these two STILL want to go at it! DeLucia: Well it’s been quite the contest, but enough is enough, and... JESUS CHRIST! [Jean Pierre Celine bites into Dixon’s neck with his razor sharp caps. Parents cover children’s eyes as Dixon starts bleeding heavily from the throat, shaking as he goes into shock. Spitting a lump of gore out into the well doers face, Celine proceeds to closeline Dixon over the top, sending the seriously injured man to some paramedics waiting outside.] DeLucia: THAT GOD DAMNED MONSTER! Streamline: Dixon tried to restrain Viper, and... it cost him... that’s disg... DeLucia: Wild Bill Ian sticking it to his own suppressors... Ramming Ricky Starr’s head into Hunter York’s using one to knock out the other. There unconscious... their faces look like hamburger... dammit Bill, you’re better than this... just let them go! [Sebastion Manning jumps into the ring, also looking to throw his weight around. Hate dancing in his eyes; NEW Vile shoots out his arm, sending a fireball into Manning’s face. The fireball seems to catch Manning’s greasy hair, setting it on fire. With his head ablaze, an agonized, and distraught Manning rolls out of the ring, desperately trying to roll out the fire, as paramedics attempt to help him stomp it out. NO ONE IS KEEPING THESE TWO APART...] DeLucia: Manning going up like a roman candle! Streamline: Starr’s face... well it looks better than Hunter Yorks... but... damn... this is horrific. [Trying to get back on the offense, Vile races over to his lawnmower. Wanting to get to that insane weapon first, “Wild” Bill Ian picks up the stump that is Ricky Starr’s limp body, throwing it at Celine. VVV2 ducks under the would-be corpse, letting it fall hard to the outside. More paramedics start racing out as the IGA locker room starts looking more like a train wreck.] DeLucia: Ricky Starr might be crippled, and security trying to roll out poor Hunter York! Streamline: Wild Bill racing for that lawn mower... but the Fighter’s U cut him off! Both Fighter’s U trying to cut off the ring, keep them back... DeLucia: Wild Bill and Jean Pierre each grabbing a different member of the Fighter’s U! Streamline: The boys in the back seem to be going at this black ninja style... there are two dozen guys at ringside, if they took the time to rush the ring, instead of going one at a time we’d be seeing a lot less career ending injuries! DeLucia: Someone has to catch the flying bodies from crashing to the concrete! [In their respective corners, “Wild” Bill and Jean Pierre both hit GANSO BOMBS on their respective Fighter’s U members. It’s hard to say whose Ganso bomb looks more gross, awkward, poorly executed, and dangerous, frankly our stars didn’t know it was a competition. Feeling he’s gotten the worst of the exchange, Celine hits a second Ganso bomb. Letting go of the failed tag team, the Fight Club division rush at each other, leaving these “fighters” twisted up in crippled lumps on the canvas.] DeLucia: El Rico sliding in... and Wild Bill just stomping a hole in him. They really want to be left alone. Streamline: The way these two have acted this evening, if the IGA had any sense we’d pretend we didn’t know them. I’d hate to see the lawsuits! DeLucia: El Rico can barely move, but Bill continues to stomp away at his spine! [David Kennedy jumps up on the apron, but before he can even enter the ring, Jean Pierre locks on his Satan’s strut variation, attempting to gouge the young man’s eyes out. Paramedics outside the ring pour water on Sebastian Manning’s head, assessing the burn damage. Looking down, Celine uses his free hand to throw another fireball down on Sebatian Manning. What a prick.] Streamline: Celine with that BRUTAL eye gouge variation... he’s drawing blood! Can we get some REAL security out here or something? [Rushing across the ring, Viper drags Kennedy along the apron before pulling him up for a chokeslam... which sends the young punk headfirst into the steel steps. Looking down, Vile spits some blood on the kid, then throws a fireball at his groin for good measure. A second wave of security guards start to rush the ring. Picking up the mangled husk of El Rico, “Wild” Bill Ian tosses the body into the oncoming security knocking them down.] DeLucia: ...This is really getting out of control... we’ve run out of paramedics. [The ring is calm. Maybe they got the message? Seeing an opportunity, 2nd Generation VVV dives across the ring looking for a weapon. Happy to flay his opponent with his bare hands, Ian forgets the weapons, just charging towards Viper. Vile falls short of the lawnmower before Ian catches up, grabbing Celine by the collar...] [!] [NOW _THAT_ IS EXTREME, POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Wow.] [Jean Pierre Celine has stabbed “Wild” Bill Ian through the hand with a sai.] [That’s going to leave a mark.] [It went clean through. Bill looks down at his bloody palm in shock, the sai is sticking right through it. Is shock setting in? That is a vicious wound. Feeling pretty good about himself, Celine fights back up to his feet, cracking his sleazy European grin as he spots his victory. What an irritating French fuck! Calmly, Celine starts to talk some mad shit to his arch-nemesis...] [Holding up his sai skewered hand, Bill stares at it in awe for a moment, before something Celine says gets to him. Turning his attention back to the fake king of snakes, “Wild” Bill somehow makes a fist around the sai. A roundhouse right knocks Viper off his feet...] [BIGGEST POP OF THE EVENING?????????????????????] *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* *FLASH BULB* [Jean Pierre Celine falls backwards into the running lawnmower.] [!] [Fuck.] [Coughing up some blood, Jean Pierre Celine slowly gets up out of the running blades. He seems to be shaking. Shock also sets in for him. The camera pans around the ring, checking out the large, deep gashes littering the new king of snake’s back. Both men are numb. They seem to be taking it in good stride though.] [You ever see the Japanese movie Dead or Alive? It’s about two men that hate each other SO MUCH they circumvent the laws of physics just to hurt each other. It’s war. Before VileR or Ian can produce a bazooka, the ring starts to fill up.] Streamline: ABOUT GOD DAMNED TIME! [The roster, the officials, the referees, the road agents, the security, production assistants, hot dog vendors, a few drunken fans... the ring is littered with bodies, pilling on the two men in an effort to stop this blood bath. One free arm sticks out of a dozen bodies, sai still stuck in the hand, reaching out for murder. Opposite the ring, Celine’s head sticks out, he’s trying to reach the gore stained lawnmower with his teeth. If he can just reach it, just make it a few inches, Celine can plow a clear line to “Wild” Bill...] DeLucia: ...ugh... [This isn’t over.] ANNOUNCER: ...Referee Fabian Cruz has ruled this match... A NO CONTEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEREFORE... 2nd GENERATION VILE VINCE VIPER... IS STILL YOUR FIGHT CLUB CHAMPION!!! [...Not by a long shot.] [Tournament of Warriors? There are only two warriors in the ring...] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE SCRAMBLE! New York's Finest vs Fighter's U. vs The Model and the Monster vs NextWave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DeLuica: Tag Team Scramble action under way! [Cecil Kennedy and Blackjack circled each other before locking up in the middle of the ring, Blackjack pulling him into a side headlock quickly and instantly grinding away. Cecil brought his hands up to the side of Blackjack's face pushing him into the ropes and shoving him across the ring, Blackjack rebounded and sent Kennedy to the mat with a solid shoulderblock! Blackjack stood over Kennedy motioning for him to get up, the IGA newcomer looked up at Blackjack for a moment and quickly got back to his feet shoving Blackjack motioning for Blackjack to try and take him down again. Blackjack sneered and rushed into the ropes coming off with another shoulderblock, Kennedy getting knocked down to the canvas again as he wasn't able to stand up to the power of the brawler.] Streamline: Cecil Kennedy proving that he's not the smartest of the new breed! DeLuica: Blackjack is a Veteran and Kennedy is a relative unknown youngster, Kennedy showing moxy here in the opening moments of the match. [Blackjack motioned to Adrian Tanner, telling the youngster to get some competition into the match. Kennedy stood back up quickly, Blackjack rushing into the ropes again, Kennedy throwing himself at the feet of Blackjack causing him to jump over to and head into the ropes! Cecil scrambled back up to his feet, and coming back around with a spinning clothesline! Blackjack put on the breaks at the last second and brought his forearms up stuffing the clothesline! Kennedy didn't hesitate, jumping into the air and catching Blackjack behind the ear with an enzuguri! Blackjack dropped to one knee trying to clear the cobwebs out, Kennedy unloaded with rights to the head before driving him backwards into the ropes and sending him across the ring! Kenney charged in, hot on his heels, as Blackjack rebounded, Kennedy knocked him to the mat with a spinning back elbow to the face! Cecil dropping to the mat and covering Blackjack for the pin!] DeLuica: Kennedy with the pin! ONE... TWO... [KICKOUT!] [Cecil waited on Blackjack, catching him with a spinning back kick to the stomach! Blackjack stumbled backwards into the ropes, Kennedy following up with a roundhouse kick to the stomach before grabbing his arm and trying to whip him across the ring, Blackjack put on the breaks and reversed it, sending Cecil into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a powerslam in the middle of the ring! Kennedy sat up gritting his teeth in pain, Blackjack grabbing him by the hair up to a seated position and unloaded with a series of cross face forearms! Cecil's head rocking from one side to the next from the stiff shots!] DeLuica: Brutal crossfaces from Blackjack! Streamline: That gets your brain rocking around inside your cranium, if it doesn't feel good now, it won't feel any better in the morning! [Blackjack pulled Cecil back up to his feet in a front facelock and twisted him around with a spinning neckbreaker! Kennedy grabbed the back of his head and neck rolling back and forth, Blackjack covering him for the pin!] ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!] [Kennedy's arm came off the mat, Blackjack trying to pull him back up to his feet. Kennedy pushing away and rolling into NextWave's corner. Adrian slapping the shoulder of Cecil and climbing into the ring, Blackjack started to back off towards the corner of the Model and the Monster, turning around quickly and slapping Marcus Christian across the face, tagging him into the match! Christian and Smoothy quickly rushed into the ring, Bull Anderson cutting Smoothy off as Blackjack ducked out to the apron. Marcus glaring at him before turning his attention to Tanner. Adrian and Marcus circled each other, Marcus holding his hand out towards Adrian who slapped it in respect before tying up. Adrian pulling Marcus into a side headlock, Christian wrapped his arms around Adrian's waist and took him over with a Side Salto Suplex! Adrian rolling over the shoulder of Christian and landing on his feet before sprinting into the ropes!] DeLuica: Tanner over the top fo Christian! Streamline: Marcus and Adrian are evenly matched, this should be an interesting exchange. [Christian spun around just in time to leap frog over Adrian, Tanner continued into the ropes as the Model dove at his feet! Adrian jumping over the top and hitting the far ropes again, Marcus scrambling back up to his feet and rushing forward with a clothesline! Tanner ducks underneath and hooks Marcus' arm, swinging his legs around with a crucifix and floating over the top of Christian, hooking his head for a float over DDT! Marcus, hooked Adrian around the waist and exploded backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex! Bridging off the canvas, Anderson dropping to count the fall!] DeLuica: Runway Lights Suplex! ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEE...[KICKOUT!] [Christian pulled Adrian back up to his feet and fired away with a forearm smash! Tanner stumbled backwards into the ropes, Christian rushing forward and whipping Adrian across the ring, Tanner rebounded with a spinning leg lariat that took Marcus clean off his feet! Adrian quickly stood back up, turning and rushing into a running lariat from Donovan! The crowd erupted in boos, Donovan started to pull Adrian back up as Chance and Conrad sprang into the ring, hammering away with clubbing forearms to the back of his head and neck! Donovan was quickly beat down, both men putting the boots to him, Blackjack climbing into the ring and pulling Conrad away, leveling him with a right uppercut that knocked him to the mat! Conrad popped back up to his feet only to be laid out again!] DeLuica: Conrad git drilled by the brawler! Streamline: Blackjack needs to be careful he doesn't hurt Conrad Chase! DeLuica: Be careful!? That's what he's intending on doing! [Blackjack pulled Chase back up to his feet and launched him over the top rope to the floor! Following him out to the floor, Chance raked the eyes of Donovan shoving him into the ropes and trying to whip him across the ring! Too Fortuna's surprise, Donovan reversed it, ducking down and elevating the tag champion with a big back body drop! Donovan pulled Fortuna back to his feet and unleashed a stiff European Uppercut, Fortuna fell backwards between the ropes and out to the floor! Donovan started to follow after him as Conrad slipped away from Blackjack and jumped onto the back of Donovan with a sleeperhold! Donovan flipping him over head and down to the mat without remorse! Big Smoothy climbed into the ring, not one to be left out of the action, Donovan dragged Chase back up to his feet and whipped him straight into Smoothy who caught him coming in with a military press! Conrad screamed for his life before being slammed to the canvas! Smoothy grabbed Chase by the arm, jerking him back up to his feet and clothesling him back down! Still holding his arm, Chase was pulled back up to his feet and clotheslined to the ground once more! With the ring cleared out of just the two of them, Smoothy hoisted Conrad up to his feet once more and whipped him into the Blackjack's corner. Charging in afterwards, Chase quickly got his feet up into the face of Smoothy! Smoothy stumbled backwards, Conrad rushing forward and diving over the top of the Monster with a sunset flip!] Streamline: Come on Conrad! He could pull him over! DeLuica: I got 1 to 1 odds this is gonna end horribly for him! [Smoothy didn't go over, he didn't even budge! Looking out over the crowd, Smoothy reached down grabbing Conrad by the throat with both hands and jerking him off the mat and throwing him backwards overhead! Chance quickly climbed the turnbuckles behind Smoothy waiting on him, as he turned, Fortuna dove off the top with a frog splash cross body block! Smoothy catching him like a baby in his arms, Fortuna began to kick and squirm, Smoothy throwing Chance up into the air and catching him with a sitout Powerbomb! Fortuna went limp, Smoothy pulling him towards the middle of the ring, Marcus rushing into the ring, Smoothy ducking down and lifting Marcus across his back turning back to Christian and flipping his partner down with a Fly Swatter across the chest of Fortuna! Marcus grit his teeth, sacrificing himself to possibly finish off Fortuna, rolling back over and covering him for the pin!] DeLuica: What a double team move! ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR...[KICKOUT!] [Fighter's U rushed into the ring, with Smoothy starting to leave the veteran Tag Specialists hooked him from behind with a double belly to back suplex! Smoothy rolled out of the ring to the floor, Christian turning around while Fortuna rolled out of the ring, Marcus rushed at Donovan with a clothesline! Donovan ducked underneath, Marcus rushing into Blackjack who caught him in an elevated bear hug! Turning around, Donovan measured Marcus and caught him with a Savate Hook Kick to the face! Chance rushed into the ring and caught Blackjack from behind with the Lucky Strike to the back! Blackjack getting knocked between the ropes and out to the floor, Donovan spun Chance around and swung with an European Uppercut, Chance pulling back out of the way causing Donovan to spin around! Chance hooked Donovan in a Full Nelson and spun towards the middle of the ring with a Dragon Suplex!] [HUGE HEL POP!] Streamline: Dragon Suplex! DeLuica: CONRAD CHASE OFF THE TOP! [Conrad climbed to the top rope, Donovan laid face first on the canvas, Chase dove off the top with a flying elbow to the back of his head and neck! Shoving Donovan onto his back, Chase covered him for the pin! Chance rolled out of the ring to the apron, Adrian Tanner pulled him the rest of the way out of the ring though and launched him into the barricade!] Streamline: Champions retain! ONE... TWO... [Cecil Kennedy slid into the ring and caught Conrad with a double axe handle to the back of the head! Kennedy hooked Chase in a front face lock and exploded backwards with a snap suplex! Twisting over, Cecil however floated over across the back of Chase and pulled back with a Standing Camel Clutch, pulling his head back and leaving him exposed.] Tanner: I took the 6 hour flight to Pittsburgh and all I got was this lousy BOOT TO THE FACE! [HUGE FACE POP!] DeLuica: This is going to end badly for Chase! [The crowd erupted as Tanner hit the ropes and came off with a basement dropkick to the head of Chase! Conrad went limp in the camel clutch, Blackjack climbed back into the ring and grabbed Kennedy by the back of the head, rushing towards the ropes and launching him out of the ring to the floor! Adrian spun Blackjack around and unloaded with several rights to the head, Tanner tried to whip Blackjack across the ring only to have it reversed! Tanner rebounded into the waiting ring general who lifted him into the air and drove him down with a stiff spinebuster! Blackjack tried to follow up, Big Smoothy sliding into the ring and grabbing the back of Blackjack's head, running him head first into the buckles!] DeLuica: This one has broken down and is flying out of hand! [Blackjack turned around, Smoothy unloading with a series of rights to the dome, Blackjack reaching down and lifting Smoothy into the air, falling back with a snakeyes across the top turnbuckle! Blackjack crawled away from underneath Smoothy, getting back to his feet, Cecil rushed at the rising Blackjack with the JFK! with roaring elbow sent Blackjack backwards and to the mat rolling out of the ring to the floor with spit spraying from the stiff shot! Big Smoothy turned around holding his mouth, Adrian catching him with an enzuguri! Smoothy's legs buckled but he didn't go down. Cecil turning around and rushing in with an enzuguri of his own! Again Smoothy didn't go down, falling into the ropes and stumbling forward again into a double enzuguri from both men! The Jersey Shore Juggernaut's arms flailed, his knees starting to cave in should a light breeze come by!] DeLuica: NextWave can't take Smoothy off his feet! Streamline: They're hitting him in the head! There's nothing up there, it's kinda pointless! [Cecil rushed into the ropes, Conrad hooking his legs from the outside causing him to face plant on the rebound! Adrian ducked out of the ring to the apron, climbing up to the top rope! Smoothy shook his head trying to clear it, turning to see Adrian and rushing in with an open hand slap to the chest that stopped Tanner dead in his tracks! Smoothy started to climb up, Adrian raking his face shoving him backwards, Adrian stood up on the top and flipped forward with a Somersault off the top, catching the head of Smoothy and reversing his momentum with a DDT! Smoothy's head was bounced off the canvas, the powerhouse was motionless, Tanner covering him for the pin!] DeLuica: DEAR LORD! Streamline: NEXTWAVE HAVE IT! ONE... TWO... TTTTTTTThhhhhh...[Marcus Christian dove over the bottom rope into the ring, coming down with a forearm across the back of Tanner!] DeLuica: And the Model saves the Monster! [Donovan dove into the ring at the same time, Christian pulling Adrian back up to his feet with several rights to the head in the corner. Cecil began to get back up slowly, Chance sliding into the ring with the opening, hooking him in an inverted full nelson and kicking the back of his legs out from underneath with the Last Chance! Kennedy shifted enough to not take the full blow and rolled out of the ring to the floor quickly! Adrian caught Marcus with a kick to the gut, hooking him in a front face lock and grabbing his leg for the SureShot! Marcus pulled free of the hold and pulled Adrian in with a short arm, turning his back on Tanner and dropping down with the Model Behavior!] [CROWD ROARS!] DeLuica: Model Behavior on Tanner! Streamline: But Tanner was knocked from the ring! He won't be able to capitalize! [Tanner bounced backwards from the Ace Crusher, falling between the ropes to the floor! Chance turned around into Donovan who was waiting on him, hoisting him across his shoulders and spinning around before planting the Manhattan Hotshot into the canvas with a DVD! Chance bounced off the canvas grabbing the back of his neck and rolling out of the ring to the floor! Donovan turned around, Big Smoothy was waiting and exploded forward with a running spear that turned him inside out and sent him rolling out to the floor as well! Marcus looked to Smoothy motioning to the floor, Smoothy pulling him into a standing head scissors and lifting him into the air and across his back!] DeLuica: Christian is going to sacrifice himself! Streamline: This could end horribly! [With everyone trying to regroup Tanner struggled to get up, Conrad firing rights into his head! Kennedy pulling Fortuna up slowly, Donovan using the barricade to get up and turning grabbing Kennedy from behind. Smoothy rushed forward and launched his partner over the top rope with a running power bomb into the other five! The crowd exploding into cheers from the high risk move as all six men went down from the Power bomb plancha!] [MAJOR FACE POP!] DeLuica: POWER BOMB PLANCHA INTO NEW YORK'S FINEST, NEXTWAVE AND DONOVAN! [Blackjack spun Smoothy around and kicked him in the stomach, grabbing his arm and whipping him hard into the corner! Blackjack ran full speed into the ropes, coming off with a clothesline from Hell! Smoothy ducked underneath and waited on Blackjack, Blackjack turned around, Smoothy hoisting him into the air with a Gorilla Press! Shoving Blackjack through the air into the middle of the ring, Smoothy speared him out of the sky with the D.N.R.! Blackjack was spiked into the canvas, Smoothy coming down ontop of him and hooking his leg!] [NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPION POP!] DeLuica: SMOOTHY'S GOT 'EM! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! ONE... TWO... [Conrad Chase dove into the ring, diving for the fall!] THRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE[Conrad came down with an elbow to Smoothy's back!]! Streamline: CONRAD BROKE IT UP! *DING DING DING!* DeLuica: NO! HE WAS TOO LATE! [MEGA FACE POP!] Corlone: The winners of this match...and NEW IGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE MODEL AND THE MONSTER!!! [Conrad grabbed his head and started bounding his fist on the canvas, Smoothy crawling off of Blackjack and getting back to his feet with the World Tag Team Titles handed down to him while Marcus Christian climbed back into the ring with him!] DeLuica: And the Model and the Monster are two time tag team champions! [The audience reaction is cut short by a loud, slow, sarcastic clap that echoes over the PA system.] #CLAP# #...CLAP# #........CLAP# [What a condescending sound. Where is it coming from? The image of our celebrating tag champions up on the IGA’o’tron sudden cuts to out, leaving only darkness to take up the large screen. Realizing something is wrong, the champions look up at the screen. The lights in the arena dim to further set the grim mood of our mystery guest. A cold chill runs down your spine. The darkness gives way as a figure lights a match, there isn’t enough light to illuminate the image, just enough to silhouette the speaker.] VOICE: ...Impressive... you should be proud... [The match moves closer to the lens, then pulls back, lighting a Cuban cigar. As the darkened figure takes a few long drags on his cigar, the embers burn, illuminating our image, and revealing the condescending figure. You thought he was retired. You thought he was dead. You thought he was a knockoff. You never expected to see him again in your lifetime. What a great bonding moment for you and your son... or whoever this kid is.] [Wait... god damn it, you keep getting your hopes up, but it isn’t Vile “Vince” Viper. No, it’s just FAKE Vile “Vince” Viper. That French asshole... Celine was it? Mother fucker... does that guy have to be all over the show? They really had you for a second there.] [NO wait; it’s the real Vile “Vince” Viper! You just exploded in your pants...] Vile “Vince” Viper Entropy: ...Congratulationsss on a riveting match; you really deserve to be the tag team champions of the world. <cringe> I was a world tag team champion once... but real life intervened. I had to cut and run, I might have been back on the drugsss. The point is, the company trusted me with the titles and I let them down. I let my partner down. I let my family down. I let the fansss down. It takes a long time for me to admit my missstakesss... even longer to face them, and for the past few years, I’ve been so far in a bottle I thought I’d never come back... [If you’re only recently familiar with IGA programming, it might surprise you to learn that Vile “Vince” Viper one of the most notorious villains in E-wrestling history is actually the IGA’s number one face. When Tommy Danger makes a surprise return at International Incident, and wins the one minute drill from start to finish, he might try to persuade you that he’s the number one face. Truth is, he says it, but most of the audience resents him, and everyone really likes me. That said, the reaction that Vile is receiving might be confusing you a bit... but just go with it.] “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” [Vile seems genuinely touched by this outpour of love from his devoted Viperteers. This strikes you as presumptuous as his comments are pre-recorded.] Vile “Vince” Viper Entropy: ...Thing issssssssssss, I don’t remember LOSSSING thossse titlesss. Maybe it’s because I flaked. Maybe it’s because I was drunk. Blinded by sssyphilis? Ssstranger things have happened. Perhaps putting on five star classics for my fans was too much, and I was back on the morphine. Point is... even if I was pinned in the center of the ring... in my books it didn’t happen. “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” “V! V! V!” Vile “Vince” Viper Entropy <chuckle>: ...I could take Essssssex on for the world title. He’s in need of a real challenge, and the brasssssss desperately need a draw. I want to help them. Christ knows I don’t want them begging Danger to return. Yeah, I could snap my fingers and be in the world title scene. But this isn’t about me... or being the bessst wressstler on the rossster... I’m the bessst wressstler in the fan’sss hearts, that’sss all that mattersss. <snicker> NO... this is about setting things right. I should be the world tag team champion; I should at least help build the division by making a strong showing of it and making the future ssstarsss of the sssport... ...Next week at Conquessst... I’ll be there. I’ll be gunning for you. You bring the tag ssstrapsss... I’ll bring a partner. [Vile puts the cigar out on his forked tongue. As the little light goes out, the tron is once again plunged into darkness. The lights go back up on the frenzied, excited crowd, as the tag champions look pissed off in the ring. Usually when they use the pay per view to hype the free television show I get pissed off... but Vile and a mystery partner against the tag champs? I’m there!] DeLucia: WOW... _REAL_ Vile “Vince” Viper has apparently gotten out of his contract with the competition and is looking for blood. Streamline: ...And he’s bringing company! DeLucia: ...What a major return! ...And the person he held the belt with last... could he return as well? Could we see a reunion of the GREATEST TAG TEAM IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE?!?!?!?! Streamline: ...Spike Nelson!?! DeLucia: Stranger things have happened. |
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| Vile Side | Feb 15 2009, 05:05 PM Post #4 |
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MAIN EVENT! IGA WORLD TITLE LADDER MATCH! World Title vs Hair Essex vs Bryant McCoy vs Maxime St. Jean ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [The lights dim. Blue lights shine around the arena aimlessly as silhouettes of Fleur-de-lis circle in the middle of the ring. A few seconds pass and the familiar chords of 'Champions' by Queen begins to filter through the arena........ But wait! It's not the version everyone was expecting! No, it's a remixed version done by the 'King Of Television' himself, Maxime St. Jean. As the beginning lyrics begin the crowd explodes!] 'I've paid my dues Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime And za bad mistakes I've made za very few I've had moi share of titles Around zis waist And have always come through And I need to go on and on and on and on' BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! [Pyros explode and Maxime St. Jean limps through the smoke, wincing and holding his back from the match a night earlier decked out in a navy blue Olympic style singlet with white Fleur-de-lis sprinkled all over it, blue knee pads with same design and white boots with 'MSJ' written down the side in fancy, navy blue lettering. A black Maxime 'King Of Television' t-shirt over top as well. He slowly spins around in a circle pointing to the fans with his left hand, wincing in pain as he does so!] Maxime is za champion- my friend And I'll keep on za fighting till za end Maxime is your champion Maxime is your champion No time for losers 'Cause Maxime is za champion of T.V!' [By now Maxime is half way down to the ring still in pain but playing to the crowd. The crowd cheers, Maxime soaking it all in and sings the lyrics to the ALL-TIME best theme!] I've taken my bows And my curtain calls Moi's title has brought me za fame and fortune And everything that goes with it I don't need to give any thanks at all My reign has been bed of roses, yes a pleasure cruise I consider it a challenge before the whole human race And I never looooooooose And I need to go on and on and on and on [Maxime slowly climbs the steps, wipes his boots on the outside ring then dips through the ropes. He holds his lower back and winces as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and once again soaks in the cheers, taking off his t-shirt and throwing it into the crowd!] Maxime is za champion- my friend And I'll keep on za fighting till za end Maxime is your champion Maxime is your champion No time for losers 'Maxime is za champion of T.V!' [The lights flicker as “Type A” by Zebrahead blares over the PA system speakers.] Shut up, I’m not like you. Back off, Don’t smother me [The pyros explode on both sides of the entranceway as Bryant McCoy emerges, leaping high into the air. he takes a few steps forward and then suddenly stops. The rock song lyrics erupt.] Fuck this I see through you Suffer me through [On the Tron, we see various eras of Bryant’s career. Him winning the XoW, EWA, and FTWO World Titles quickly flash across the screen. Finally, "Bryant" blinks in red, dripping ink. Bryant takes off running towards the ring as the guitar picks up.] Shut up I’m not like you (x3) Suffer me through Type a Fly away Don’t lie I won’t let you get the best of me (x3) [Bryant raises both his hands into the air as he climbs up on the middle rope of each side of the ring, one by one. Now on the Tron the words “Dangerous by Himself” fade into view.] #This is me, Black and most hated in all fifty, from genocide to swastikas and right wing committees, This is me, the witness to governmental conspiracies, overcrowded cells breed addicts to feed my street This is me,the one the aryan nation wanna touch, burn my church, set me up, hog tie, and wet me up, and at the same time my own block hold a nine and a bullet with my name in case I go against the grain.# [Essex shoves the curtains aside and walks out with his arms raised over his head in an 'X', the crowd roars in boos as Essex looked over one side of the arena to the other. With the World Title hanging around his waist, his rune tattoos along the insides of his arms were visible to the camera, his black hair was short and spiked up slightly. He wore a pair of baggy basketball shorts to the ring with classic black boots and knee pads, his hands were covered in red athletic tape.] #America sleeps, while children play with cyber sex, and my neighbor's hard to love cuz I know he child molests Money manifest the greed, greed manifest the murder, murder manifest revenge to hold the cycle of the sins# [He made his way down the rampway letting his arms fall down to his side and staying clear of the outstretched hands of the fans. Reaching the cage, Essex looked up into the ring, looking at Maxime and Bryant, pulling the World Title off his waist handing it to the official to hang.] #What is there left to lose? Why are you holding back? Your fifteen minutes will be over in a flash. The leeches are at your throat. We want blood. Lie if you’re feeling faint. We’ll tie you up and down and drain your life away. Bang, bang motherfucker yeah.# [E climbs up on the apron, ducking into the ring and backing off circling around the ring away from both challengers.] *DING DING DING!* DeLuica: THE WORLD TITLE MATCH IS UNDERWAY! The Title vs the Hair of Maxime and McCoy! [Bryant McCoy, Maxime St. Jean and Essex began to feel each other waiting to see who would make the first move. Essex dropped to the mat and slid backwards out of the ring, Maxime looked towards Essex and caught a right to the face from McCoy! St. Jean stumbled backwards and fired backwards with another right to the side of the face! Bryant unleashed with a stiff knife edge in return, Maxime tensed up and quickly unleashed a European Uppercut! Both men looking over and seeing Essex with a Ladder resting on the ring apron, looking at each other they both rushed towards the ladder with a baseball slide! Essex lifting the ladder up, both men sliding underneath and landing on their feet! Essex quickly rushed backwards jerking the ladder with him and catching Maxime in the face while McCoy ducked out of the way!] DeLuica: Essex is going for the ladder right away! Streamline: He's not being paid by the hour, let the other 2 beat the tar out of one another and capitalize on it! [Essex turned towards McCoy who lunged forward with a superkick into the ladder and E's chest! McCoy dragged Essex back up to his feet and drove him head first into the ring apron before rolling him under the bottom rope into the ring. Essex stumbled back up to his feet, McCoy pulling back and unloading with overhead rights into the head of Essex, so much for their agreement! Bryant continued to unload with rights before grabbing the arm of Essex and whipping him into the ropes, E jumped through the air reversing the momentum, McCoy hitting the ropes and diving through the air with a flying clothesline! Essex's head snapped backwards from the shot, McCoy dragging him back up to his feet and sticking him with an uppercut that sent spit flying!] DeLuica: So much for Collusion between Essex and McCoy! Streamline: I think we all knew that these 2 wouldn't hold an alliance for more then 30 seconds. With McCoy's ego, there's no way anyone could or would work with him for more then 30 seconds! [Essex stumbled backwards into the ropes and came off with a straight kick to the gut! McCoy fell to one knee grabbing his ribs, Essex ran straight into the ropes, coming off with the Brain Stew! McCoy dropped flat to the mat, Essex soaring over the top of McCoy and catching his balance, turning around McCoy jumped into the air with a jumping knee lift to the point of E's jaw! Essex crumbled to the mat face first, St. Jean climbed up on the apron, McCoy catching him out of the corner of his eye and rushing forward with a right! St. Jean blocked it and caught McCoy with a right of his own! Bryant stumbled backwards slightly, quickly grabbing the head of St. Jean and dropping to the mat clothesling him across the top rope!] DeLuica: McCoy fighting through his injured ribs and lower lumbar and is holding off Maxime and Essex! Streamline: But how long can he keep up this pace before it catches up with him! [Maxime fell to the apron holding his throat, McCoy turned around and stomped across the back of Essex. Turning back to St. Jean, McCoy pulled him up to his feet and hooked him in a front face lock, taking him back into the ring with a suplex, St. Jean twisted around and landed on his feet behind McCoy! Spinning McCoy around, Maxime kicked him in the stomach quickly, whipping him across the ring! McCoy rebounded off the ropes, Maxime catching him on the rebound with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Bryant shouted out in pain grabbing his lower back and rolling back and forth.] Streamline: That answers that question! DeLuica: St. Jean drove McCoy across his knee, that's could be the final nail in Bryant's proverbial coffin! [The crowd exploded after the high impact move, Maxime playing to the crowd before spinning around catching Essex sneaking up on him with a right to the jaw that sent him stumbling backwards across the ropes into the corner! Maxime charged in after him and burying a kick deep into his stomach! Essex doubled over, Maxime hammering away with rights to the head before sending him across the ring into the far buckles! Essex hit the corner staggering out and into a back body drop into the middle of the ring! St. Jean turned back to McCoy and flipped him onto his stomach, Stepping on the back of his thighs, Maxime came down with a shot to both of his kidneys. McCoy's arms came back, St. Jean grabbing them and rocking back into a surfboard! Bryant shouted out in pain getting his injured torso stretched once more!] DeLuica: There are no submissions but it Maxime can put McCoy out of the match and unable to continue then he's just bettered his odds of leaving the Steel City as the World Champion! [Essex stood back up catching his breath, rushing forward with a Yakuza kick to the exposed head of McCoy knocking him off of St. Jean's submission! McCoy rolled to the side clutching his head, Essex stomping away franticly on him! Maxime rushed up behind Essex, wrapping his arms around his waist and exploding backwards with a release German Suplex! Essex clutched his back, Maxime grabbing E's leg and twisting him over onto his stomach with the Quebec Crab! Essex screamed out in pain reaching for the ropes, Maxime sitting back on the hold. McCoy slowly got back to his feet holding his stomach, exploding forward with a clothesline that knocked St. Jean backwards off the World Champion!] Deluica: What a lariat! Streamline: That'll change the momentum of the match in a hurry! [McCoy dragged St. Jean back up to his feet and planted him with a body slam in the middle of the ring, turning around to see Essex starting to get up and dripping him with a forearm to the face! Driving Essex back into the corner, whipping him across the ring and following in behind him immediately with a spear against the buckles! McCoy doubled over and crumbled to his hands and knees, McCoy getting back to his feet quickly and seeing everyone down. The Crimson Cyclone climbed out of the ring to the floor pulling one of the ladders away from the barricade and setting it up on the apron.] DeLuica: If one ladder wasn't enough, McCoy obviously has plans in mind for a second! [MEGA HEEL POP!] [Essex seemed to get a second wind for a split second, rushing forward with a baseball slide into the ladder! The ladder getting knocked backwards into the head of McCoy knocking him to the ground! Maxime slid out of the ring to the floor, pulling the ladder up and setting it between the barricade and the ring steps. St. Jean turned back to McCoy, grabbing him in a front face lock, Essex climbed out to the apron and came off with an elbow to the back of Maxime's head and neck! Essex grabbed McCoy in a front face lock and started to take him over with a suplex on the steel rampway! McCoy hooking his foot inside E's leg blocking it, E tried again only to have it blocked once more! McCoy pushed Essex away, E lunging forward with a superkick leveling the challenger!] Streamline: And McCoy just had his lights dimmed! DeLuica: Which St. Jean had no problem with! [Turning around, Maxime exploded forward with a lariat that laid E out on the steel! Pulling him back up to his feet, St. Jean lifted him up for a suplex on the rampway! Essex returning the block, firing several rights into the side of Maxime before lifting him up by the legs and falling backwards with a Hotshot against the edge of the ring apron! Essex climbed up onto the apron and walked along the apron to the ladder, moving to the middle and measuring St. Jean. Bryant climbed up to the apron and walked onto the ladder, catching Essex with a right to the side of the head! E's arms flailed trying to catch his balance, Essex firing with a knife edge to the chest of McCoy! Both men struggling to keep their balance on the ladder battling back and forth, Maxime climbing up on the apron and clubbing McCoy across the back! With all 3 men on the ladder, St. Jean grabbing both men by the hair and smacking their heads together quickly before dropping down off the ladder while clutching both their heads, driving them both head first into the ladder!] [HUGE IMPACT POP!] DeLuica: ESSEX AND MCCOY JUST ATE THE LADDER! Streamline: I think St. Jean is riding high on confidence now and has the match where he wants it! [Maxime slid the ladder into the ring, climbing in afterwards, Essex crawled to the ring apron and grabbing the top of the ladder! Maxime grabbed the bottom rungs of the ladder trying to pull it back into the ring while Essex held on refusing to let go! St. Jean jerked trying to pull it free before letting go of the ladder and rushing into the ropes, coming off with a baseball slide into the ladder, it was driven straight into the sternum of Essex! E was knocked backwards and sent rolling up the rampway, clutching his chest in pain! Maxime pulled the ladder back up and into the middle of the ring, McCoy crawling into the ring after him using the ropes to get back up!] DeLuica: Maxime is going for the belt! Streamline: He could finally be the IGA World Champion! [Maxime climbed the ladder slowly, McCoy grabbing his leg and pulling him backwards off the ladder to the mat! St. Jean landed on his feet, McCoy firing away with several rights to the head until St. Jean hit the mat! McCoy pulled the ladder under the belt and began to climb the ladder again, Essex sliding into the ring and firing a forearm into the back of McCoy's head and neck! Bryant came down off the ladder and turned around catching him with several rights to the jaw, Essex snapping and firing forearm after forearm into the face of Bryant knocking him back into the ropes! McCoy tried to cover up, Essex still firing forearms to the head of McCoy before clutching the back of McCoy's head and firing knee after knee into the stomach of McCoy! The flurry left McCoy crumbling to his knees in the corner, Essex spitting in the face of McCoy with the momentum clearly in his favor! Essex spun around, Maxime lunged forward with a haymaker between the eyes that knocked Essex to the mat and sent him rolling!] Streamline: What a flurry from Essex! DeLuica: WHAT A RIGHT FROM MAXIME! [St. Jean followed up, grabbing the ropes and stomping down across the back of the head and neck of Essex! Dragging him back up to his feet and firing another solid right to the side of the head, Essex stumbled backwards, his knees looking ready to buckle! McCoy stood up slowly and spun Essex towards him, firing a right to the head! St. Jean spun McCoy towards him and connected with another European Uppercut! Maxime stumbled slightly, Essex sent a roundhouse kick into the stomach of St. Jean! McCoy folded the ladder over and set it up against the ropes, McCoy turned around into Essex who lunged forward with a headbutt to the face of Bryant! Essex grabbed the arm of McCoy and whipped him into the ropes, Maxime stood back up slowly, Essex and Maxime catching McCoy with a double hip toss into the ladder! McCoy landing on the steel and sliding down head first to the mat!] [CROWD ROARS!] DeLuica: McCoy was just launched upside down into the ladder! [McCoy rolled back and forth screaming out in pain, Maxime rushing at Essex with a jumping knee lift to the face that put him on his back! Grabbing the ladder, Maxime pulled it into the corner positioning it. Turning back to Essex and hammering across the back of his head with a forearm, driving him back into the buckles and whipping him into the ladder! Essex ran straight up the rungs of the ladder and back flipped off landing on his feet behind St. Jean! Maxime spun around into a straight kick to the gut, hooking him in a front face lock, Essex rushed up the ladder, kicking off with a Tornado DDT! Maxime stepping into it, preventing himself from being planted, with his arms wrapped around E's waist, Maxime exploded backwards with an overhead Northern Lights Suplex into the steel!] DeLuica: Essex was thrown into the ladder with no place to go! Streamline: That ladder has no give at all, Essex already knew that but he was just reminded the hard way! [St. Jean started to get up, never seeing McCoy who ran past him, hooking his head and just throwing him head first into the ladder! As effective as anything else! Maxime fell backwards to the mat holding his face and crawling away, McCoy rushed into the ropes and came off with a running knee to the side of his head! McCoy stood over Maxime and glanced up just in time to see a flying leg lariat from Essex to lay him out! Essex crawled towards the ladder, pulling it out of the corner and to the mat, setting it up in the middle of the ring, Essex began to climb towards the tops and the World Title! The crowd roaring as Essex began to close in on the World Title! McCoy climbing the other side of the ladder, trying to cut the World Champion off!] DeLuica: It's a race to the top! Essex looking to retain! Bryant trying to stop him! [Essex stretched his arm over head, inches from the belt but leaving himself open to a right to the mouth! Essex firing away at the head of McCoy trying to knock him off the ladder, McCoy reaching up and rakeing the eyes of Essex! E grabbed the top of the ladder trying to hold on, McCoy reaching down and pulling E's leg through the rung of the ladder and shoving him backwards! E hanging upside down in the Tree of Woe in the ladder! McCoy climbing down off the ladder, rushing into the ropes and coming off with a basement dropkick square to the face of the World Champion! E falling off the ladder and face first into the canvas!] [HUGE PAYBACK POP!] DeLuica: Goodnight Lucy! Streamline: I don't know how Essex is going to come back from that one! [Stumbling back to the ladder, McCoy steadied it and climbed the opposite side again, looking up at the title! Stretching his arm up to grab it, a few short feet away, McCoy began to climb higher until his finger tips scrapped the bottom of the belt and Maxime caught him with a forearm to the kidneys! McCoy winced trying to catch his breath, St. Jean climbing up behind Bryant on the ladder, hooking him from the side and taking him backwards off the ladder with a belly to back suplex!] [MEGA IMPACT POP!] DeLuica: All 3 men are down! Streamline: But Essex is moving to the ladder! [With both challengers down, Essex started to crawl towards the ladder, slowly moving up it! Essex inched closer and closer to the prize, Maxime crawling up the other side of the ladder trying to cut him off! Essex stretching for the belt, still a foot or so away, Essex hammered down with right after right into the head of Maxime! St. Jean getting stopped in his tracks, Essex grabbing him by the hair and smacking his head off the top of the ladder several times until St. Jean crumbled and slid down to the mat! Taking another step up towards the title, McCoy grabbed the ladder and pushed it over, Essex trying to hold on before falling off and clothesling himself over the top!] DeLuica: The Georgia native just stopped the Punk! [Dragging Essex back up to his feet, McCoy drove an elbow into his face before whipping him into the ropes! Essex jumped to the middle cable and spring boarded off, landing on his feet alongside of McCoy and took him over with a Side Russian Legsweep out of no where! Essex rolled backwards and climbed out of the ring to the floor, taking another ladder off the barricade and lifting it into the air over his head, setting it on the top rope and shoving it carelessly into the ring, the steel coming down flush across the face of Maxime!] [HUGE HEEL POP!] Streamline: He just dumped the ladder on St. Jean! [Essex crawled back into the ring, McCoy slipped out to the floor in the meantime, pulling another ladder off the barricade and moving it into the ring. Essex setting the ladder up next to the other, looking up at the title and back to St. Jean who was getting up. Essex moving towards Maxime who grabbed him by the front of the tights and jerking him backwards, face first into the middle turnbuckle! Maxime pulled E up to his feet and unloaded with kicks to the stomach of the punk, McCoy set his ladder up between the other two and began to slowly climb towards the top! St. Jean moving around the ladders and catching McCoy with a shot to the back stopping him in his tracks! McCoy stepped onto the other ladder, standing on both, St. Jean tried to pull him down but was left wide open for a right cheap shot from Essex that laid him out!] DeLuica: McCoy is inches away from the belt! This could be his time, he could finally.. Streamline: Stop choking and win the one that actually matters! [E began to climb the middle ladder, moving up alongside McCoy, firing away with rights to the forehead of Bryant! McCoy fired a back elbow to the face of Essex before smacking his head off the top of the ladder! Essex slumped over the top of the ladder, Essex twisted on the top of the ladder laying across two of them. McCoy sitting on the top of the 3rd ladder and shoving his feet into the small of Essex's back, reaching forward and grabbing his arms, pulling backwards with the Mark of McCoy ontop of the ladders!] [HOLY SHIT POP!] DeLuica: MARK OF MCCOY ON THE TOP OF THE LADDER! Streamline: He's trying to break Essex in two! DeLuica: Do you blame him!? [Essex screamed out in pain, barely balancing on the ladder as McCoy tried to break him in two! The crowd were on their feet, McCoy leaning backwards almost hanging all the way off the ladder! St. Jean began to climb the ladder, firing a right into the head of McCoy breaking the hold! Bryant shook his head from the shot trying to clear it, Maxime hitting with another right that broke the hold! Essex slid down off the top of the ladder, getting his feet underneath him on the end. McCoy caught his balance on the other ladder while Maxime began to climb the middle towards the top!] DeLuica: All 3 men in No Man's Land! Streamline: This is going to end bad for someone! [Maxime pushed the ladders over, Essex and McCoy both struggling to keep the ladders upright! McCoy saving his ladder from going over, Essex's falling to the side, E stretching his leg out to hit the top rope and push backwards to an upright position! McCoy fired a right into the head of Maxime, St. Jean firing back at Bryant almost knocking him backwards! St. Jean kicking E's ladder over again, this time Essex couldn't save himself and came crashing down to the arena floor!] [NEW CHAMPION COMING POP!] DeLuica: ESSEX CRASHED OFF THE FLOOR! [McCoy caught St. Jean over and over again with rights to the head! McCoy stepped over to the other ladder, pulling St. Jean up another rung and pulling him across the top of the ladder! McCoy wrapping his arms around his waist, lifting him up off the ladder and across his shoulder! Dropping off the ladder with the Crimson Rain! As Maxime was flipped over, he hooked the head of McCoy and rotated over, planting him with a DDT on the way down! The ladders fell over as the ring exploded with the impact of both men crashing hard into the canvas!] Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! DeLuica: WHAT A COUNTER! Streamline: I don't see any of these guys getting back into the match! [Neither man moved an inch, Essex crawled towards the ring, reaching underneath the apron and pulling out a chair! Using it to pull himself up, Essex rolled into the ring slowly, Maxime began to slowly get back up to his feet, pushing off one of the ladders to get his footing...] *CLANG!* [MEGA HEEL POP!] DeLuica: COME ON! Streamline: NO DQ! [Essex dove forward with the chair, bouncing it off the head of St. Jean! Maxime fell backwards over the ladder's legs bending in half! Bryant began to get up, his eyes glassy from the hard fall on his head, Essex spinning around with the chair, rifling it off his head!] *CLANG!* [NO WAY IS HE GONNA STEAL THIS ONE HEEL POP!] DeLuica: ESSEX JUST KNOCKED ST. JEAN AND MCCOY OUT COLD! Streamline: He's World Champion because he'll win at any cost and he just proved it! [Essex fell to his knees with the momentum he hit the McCoy with! Turning to one of the ladders and pulling it underneath the title. Shoving the chair aside, Essex began to climb the ladder slowly, moving towards the top, obviously in a world of pain.] [HOLY SHIT POP!] DeLuica: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Streamline: Oh...no... [The camera cut to the barber chairs side by side at the top of the rampway, the barber standing there getting shoved aside and sent rolling by Derek Weaver! The Heretic was dressed in street clothes, a 666 pentagram T-shirt and adidas. Weaver grabbed a pair of scissors from the barber's tray and walked down the aisle staring a hole at Essex! E had no clue what was going on, still climbing towards the title, looking back down at St. Jean and McCoy smiling a bit as he was seconds from retraining the title!] DeLuica: THE HERETIC IS IN THE RING! Streamline: With a pair of scissors! [Weaver slid head first into the ring as Essex reached up grabbing hold of the title! Reaching up with his other hand to pull the belt down, Weaver climbed the ladder quickly and grabbed Essex by the hair! Essex went wide eyed seeing Weaver, Derek flipping the scissors open and driving them into Essex's forehead! Essex screaming bloody murder as Weaver sneered sawing the scissors back and forth across the forehead of Essex trying to cut the flesh away from the bone!] [HARDCORE PAYBACK POP!] DeLuica: He's trying to cut Essex's face off! Streamline: I thought Weaver was done forever! He took an Essexcution on the ring steps, he's here and he's trying to kill the World Champion! [Essex continued to scream holy hell, blood flowing down his face faster then imaginable! Essex jerking backwards away from the scissors and Weaver, falling backwards off the ladder and rolling back and forth on the mat, a pool of blood left underneath him after a split second! Weaver raising the scissors to his mouth, with a sick grin licking the blood from the sharp blade!] DeLuica: That's disgusting! Streamline: That's....THE WORLD TITLE!?!?! [Reaching up, Derek pulled the World Title down off the rings and dropped down off the ladder into the ring! The crowd roaring as Erik Rockwell looked confused on the outside of the ring of what to do, Weaver leaving the ring clutching the World title in hand!] DeLuica: Weaver just took the World Title!!! Streamline: HOLY SHIT! [HE'S ALIVE POP!] [Derek climbed up the rampway, stopping for a moment as the curtains were pulled aside. Jazz Madison stepping out from the back with a smirk on his lips. Holding his hand out to Weaver, Derek folding the title over and handing it to the Owner of the IGA! Jazz continued to smirk, slinging the World Title over his shoulder and looking back at the 3 men who were down in the middle of the ring. His attention turned back to Weaver before motioning with his head to the back!] DeLuica: IT'S JAZZ MADISON! JAZZ MADISON IS BACK! Streamline: AND HE'S TAKEN THE WORLD TITLE! [Weaver grinned darkly looking back at the ring and down at the scissors, turning and walking back through the curtains, Jazz following behind him taking the World Title from the arena! Erik Rockwell moved over to Corlone and motioned to the back and the title shrugging.] *DING DING DING!* Corlone: Referee Erik Rockwell has declared this match a NO CONTEST! [THAT'S PURE BULLSHIT MATCH ENDING POP!] [St. Jean rolled to the ring apron, laying on his side and looking back across the ring with a vacant stare in his eyes. Essex remained drowning in his own blood while McCoy sat in the corner looking up to where the belt was still completely lost on what was going on. EMTs rushed to the ring checking on all 3, Essex being helped up to a seated position looking like he was shot point blank in the face with the amount of blood he was rapidly loosing. A towel held over his face from the Paramedics who tried to help him from the ring, McCoy pulling himself up with the ropes and stumbling across the ring into the far corner keeping himself proped up. Maxime being helped back to his feet, using the barricade for support.] DeLuica: In all my years in the sport, I've never seen anything like this. I've never seen a World Title match end like this! Streamline: Derek Weaver pulled down the World Title...he wasn't even in the match! And he delivered the title to Jazz Madison! JAZZ MADISON IS BACK! DeLuica: I know Kendra Taylor and Jean Paul Valley are NOT going to be happy about that! We're out of time folks! I have no idea what's going to happen but Combat Zone is going to be something you can not miss! [Fades to black.] |
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| ShaunSindelman | Feb 15 2009, 07:48 PM Post #5 |
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The White Shadow
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That was a crazy Fight Club division match. I also love the return of VVV to IGA -- and the fact that he thinks the regular show is called Conquest =) Finally, the finish is pretty odd and a bit insulting to the 2 guys in it. |
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| Vile Side | Feb 16 2009, 01:33 AM Post #6 |
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Keith
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Heh... hadn't caught that. Though I am running an angle in ICWF where Vile is a heel solely because he can't remember the name of the fed. Dementia. Like character like handler. I really didn't care for the finish either. I can understand wanting to free up the title, but there were other ways to do it. As a result we winded up losing St.Jean, which is as big a blow, as Weaver is a gain. |
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