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| King of the Crimson Sun Part 2 of 2; Second Half | |
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| USJPSkipper | Jan 28 2010, 03:00 AM Post #1 |
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[Cut back inside Korakuen Hall, the commentating booth. The 40 year old BJ Young has his blonde hair slicked back as usual to go with the thick black framed glasses. He wears a black and crimson King of the Crimson Sun polo. His partner Matt Jones, who still acts like he's back in college sometimes has his black hair in a messy look while sporting a crimson polo with black stitching. Matt does the Mr. Perfect pencil toss and fails miserably as Young gets things rolling.] BJ: Welcome back Jisatsu fans. The carnage has been cleared from that classic SPW Bunkhouse Brawl! We want to thank once again the great people at SPW for joining A Wandering Drifter Productions tonight and putting on a match of the caliber of Viper/Knight. MJ: No doubt an awesome match to end the first half of our broadcast! BJ: Truly a tremendous first half if I do say so myself. As you can see here the construction on the Cold Night in Hell match is complete, and these fans are amped up! MJ: Does Carter really want to turn these four guys loose in there? BJ: Anything to sell a DVD, even if it means sacrificing wrestlers' lives or well being. Everything from panes of ice, to ice blocks and sculptures. MJ: It's going to be mayhem! Am I the only one glad that Vanguard is still gone? I feel like he was weighing us down. BJ: [no sells the comment, fearing for his life] So let's take a quick look at the brackets as they stand currently... [THE BRACKETS] Battle Caliban Royal vs. Sabbath | vs. |___________ "Barbed Wire" Ken Xavier Orion | | vs. vs. | | Donovan O'Reily "Barbed Wire Ken | |______ KING OF THE CRIMSON SUN Bernie Cox | vs. Victor Frost | "Violent" Victor Frost | | VS. |___________| "Jester" Chad Allen | vs. Ranma Kurotsuki| Ranma Kurotsuki [Cut back to Young and Jones.] BJ: So we'll get a re-match from the Power of Pride Tournament between Ranma and Frost immediately following our next match... a four way Frozen Ghost match inside of a cell which has been dubbed a Cold Night in Hell. MJ: It was supposed to be a one on one match until Caliban got involved, twisting Carter's arm and basically forcing his way in to the semi-finals. BJ: Very well said Matt. Caliban disguised himself as The Baltic to attack and eliminate Sabbath when he made it to the final two with Xavier Orion who happened to be the other guy dumped by Caliban. MJ: Right place... right time I guess. BJ: Then we saw Ken defeat his rival Donovan O'Reily in a Wastelands Death match. Leaving us with four Jisatsu warriors who will battle it out with a trip to the finals on the line. MJ: Whoot! Whoot! BJ: Let's send it over to ring announcer Mark White. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' KotCS Semi-Final Match: A COLD NIGHT IN HELL Participants: SABBATH vs. CALIBAN vs. XAVIER ORION vs. "BARBED WIRE" KEN Stipulations: The ringside area will be surrounded by a BARBED WIRE CELL that also contains ICE SCULPTURES, BLOCKS OF ICE, DRY ICE, and PANES OF GLASS! This match can only be won by pin fall or submission! Writer: Jay R. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',- ' MW: Ladies and Gentlemen the next contest is a COLD NIGHT IN HELL!!! [HUGE POP!] MW: And it is a semi-final match in the King of the Crimson Sun Tournament! [BIGGER POP!] MW: The match will not end until three of the four competitors have been eliminated by pin fall or submission! Introducing first from the prison yard... Xavier Orion! [Orion strolls out from the back to some unknown theme music because I never received an app. Orion wearing a white prison jumpsuit takes his time walking down to the ring. Admiring the enormous cell structure that goes to about the roof of Korakuen Hall!] MW: Participant number two! [The house lights are cut and the fans in Tokyo immediately turn up the volume. The pounding sounds of The Birthday Massacre's "Red Stars" starts to fill the air of Korakuen Hall. The security guard rails on both sides get pushed a little closer together as young spiky haired fans and teen-age girls line up eagerly awaiting to see this next guy come through those curtains.] # Best of cruel intentions # Finding what they fail to mention # No truth, all pretension # Raise your hand to get attention MW: FROM TOKYO JAPAN! [MONSTOROUS HOMETOWN POP!] [A quick sweep over the crowd in attendance here tonight shows even the most quiet and well-behaved business dressed fans with their heads arched towards the entrance way, anticipation growing. A loud stomping emits from somewhere in the back of the arena. It seems to be spreading. These people are ready to party.] # You give and we take it # You build it, we break it # You sign and we erase it # You feel it, we fake it MW: "BARBED WIRE" KEN ! ! ! [Boom! The curtains part and with his head down “Barbed Wire” Ken marches through them. He looks up and the place goes BALLISTIC. Decked out in a long Black sleeve-less ring coat and bright Red tights mired with jagged Black lines that resemble the menagerie of scarring on his arms, a smirk crosses his face. Ken with his Jet Black and Red highlights stands in the smoky aisle way with his arms out. Cameras flash, fans reach out tugging on his jacket.] # It's my red star, I steal it # It's my red star, I can't let go # It's my red star, Conceal it # It's my red star, all I know [Ken starts his walk to the ring still cloaked in darkness. His shoulders sway and every step he takes he’s either fondled or pat on the back. He looks up towards the cell structure, nodding his head with a look of anticipation on his face.] # Wasted education # Celebrating imitation # Misplaced admiration # Speaking for a generation [Ken walks up the rickety old ring steps and enters the cell with Orion. Extremely hesitant to turn his back on Orion, finally climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and raises both arms up into the air SOAKING in the fans adulation.] # You give and we take it # You build it, we break it # You sign and we erase it # You feel it, we fake it [Ken shakes off his ring jacket as the music stops and the house lights return. We see Xavier Orion staring a hole through Ken from his corner ready to get this thing going.] MW: Making his official return to the ring...from Anchorage, Alaska... [The lights fade out as the acoustic guitar strains of Coheed and Cambria's "Welcome Home" play over the PA. Then, as the drumbeat and electric guitars lunge in, pot flares erupt in green flame at the entranceway!] MW: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... CALIBAN! [Striding through the flames is the Freak, the Monster, the Hand of Death himself, Caliban. He is clad in flared black wrestling pants with green flames along the legs, black wraparound boots, a simple black T-shirt, and taped fists. His once-long moppish red hair has been buzzed short, and his catlike green eyes focus on the cage and its contents with animal intensity. He raises his gnarled hands to the sky, sending off another round of pot flares before he continues to stalk methodically to the ring. Years have gone by since he walked to a ring in the presence of fans, but he barely even notices them. His focus is squarely where it needs to be...this match, this moment. The fans cheer surprisingly loudly for the Alaskan's return despite his antics earlier in the evening...a little show of affection for a forgotten legend perhaps.] MJ: Look at those eyes...I don't think I've ever seen Caliban so intense. BJ: Think what this would mean to him, to come back to the world of wrestling after years of being away, and to win the King of the Crimson Sun Tournament. It would be undeniable proof that he is one of the toughest men in the sport. MJ: For the record, Serge Annis damn near killed this man, and everyone thought Caliban would never walk again...let alone wrestle. But look at him! He looks like he's chiseled out of stone. That alone is undeniable proof that he is one of the toughest men in the sport. BJ: And here I thought you didn't like him. MJ: I don't. But I do respect him. A little. MW: And last... from Seattle, Washington! Standing six foot six inches tall and weighing two hundred sixty seven pounds.... "The Walking Contradiction" Sabbath! [Huge pop for the returning veteran who comes out to random entrance music. Sabbath doesn't bother to play for the crowd, a very focused look covers his face, only staring at the competitors in the ring... particularly Caliban.] BJ: We heard the words between Sabbath and Caliban earlier tonight, but can they put aside their differences to eliminate Ken and Orion so they can have the stage to themselves? MJ: I don't think they can Beej! BJ: These two guys absolutely hate one another, and I just can't see them working as a cohesive unit with the common interest being to destroy one another after they do. [Sabbath cautiously enters the steal structure, as referee Tristan J slams the door behind him, padlocking shut. Sabbath looks behind himself briefly, before returning his cold gaze to the ring.] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [The bell rings and all four competitors remain still. An eerie silence fills Korakuen Hall. Caliban and Sabbath stare a hole through one another while Orion and Ken glance back and forth at the two of them waiting for the carnage that is sure to come.] MJ: This is intense! BJ: Caliban and Sabbath not taking their eyes off one another. Neither Orion or Ken wanting to make the first mistake in this one. MJ: What are they waiting for!? I can't take it anymore. BJ: Not only is there so much at stake here, as in a trip to the finals of the King of the Crimson Sun... yet so much history as well. Caliban and Sabbath is a bitter blood feud that goes back many years! MJ: In who knows how many different feds! [A slow clap emerges from the capacity crowd, more than likely started by the American fan base. A smile emerges on Ken's face as he begins to hop around a bit and loosen up for the match.] BJ: They have been bitter enemies throughout their careers, but now Caliban has proposed they work together as allies.. MJ: After he cost Sabbath a victory in the Hardcore Hell Battle Royal! BJ: Will Sabbath work with Caliban? [A quick zoom out reveals the enormous structure which extends nearly to the rafters of Korakuen Hall. On the top of the cell a pane of ice rests on a pair of ice blocks, creating a table if you will. There are also various ice sculptures scattered about the top of the cage and ringside area creating quite the sight and giving the performers endless possibilities.] BJ: There is no telling what we are going to witness in this semi-final match Jisatsu fans. [Cutting back inside the cage we are just in time to see Caliban and Sabbath smirking at one another just before they attack Ken and Orion!] [SHOCKED POP!] BJ: And it's on! [Caliban pummels away at Orion with rapid fire forearm shots, while Sabbath puts the boots to Ken in the opposite corner. Bored with the forearms Caliban switches to closed fists, and the pair begin wailing away at one another!] BJ: It looks like Sabbath and Caliban have chosen to work together as a unit Matt Jones. They are going to work together in order to eliminate the other two competitors, guaranteeing one of them a spot in the finals. MJ: Do you think they were working together this entire time? BJ: Do I think Sabbath knew Caliban was disguised as The Baltic? No. But given the circumstances they were dealt, I think they improvised and would rather put their rivalry on hold until there is no one who could get in their way. MJ: We all know what they are capable of doing to one another. BJ: They had one of the hottest rivalries in the USJP. MJ: Home sweet home! [Ken fights back in the corner, catching Sabbath with some right hands which barely effect the grizzled veteran.] "THUUUUD!" BJ: Head butt from Sabbath dazes Ken. "THUUUUD!" "THUUUUD!" "THUUUUD!" [The fans moan and groan following the succession of head butts. Ken drops to his rear end in the corner while Sabbath just sort of shakes off the cobwebs... a sadistic grin covering his face.] BJ: Caliban charges in on Orion with the knee! MJ: No! Lucky for Xavier he manages to escape and Caliban's knee goes crashing in to the buckles. BJ: Like that will even phase Caliban. "THHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!" MJ: That might! BJ: Dear lord, Orion just tipped over one of those ice sculptures on to Caliban! MJ: That must be at least a hundred pounds. [Caliban who was bent over checking on his knee now lays beneath an enormous ice sculpture. Sabbath looks over to see Caliban in trouble and quickly directs his attention towards Orion, charging in and blind siding him with a forearm to the temple which sends Xavier crashing into a pane of ice leaning in the turnbuckles!] MJ: It didn't break! That is some thick shit. BJ: Sabbath staying on the attack, spinning Orion around and, tearing the man's jumpsuit open, exposing his chest completely! MJ: Time to go to work! I find that I like Sabbath a lot more when he's working alongside Caliban. BJ: No doubt about it, the Freak brings out the nasty side of Sabbath. "SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: Stiff knife edge chop! "SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: And another! [Before the Walking Contradiction can land another, "Barbed Wire" Ken is there to stop him with a basement dropkick to the knees. With Sabbath now leaning up against the pane of ice next to Orion, Ken seizes the opportunity backing up to the opposite turnbuckles and sprinting towards the two!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" MJ: ... BJ: Caliban just hurled that statue at Ken, stopping him dead in his tracks! CALI: (roaring like an animal) MINE! MJ: The Freak's making it clear, HE wants to be the one to put Sabbath away once Ken and Xavier are eliminated. BJ: What impressed me was Caliban's ability to hurl that massive, heavy statue like it was nothing. MJ: Like we said earlier it has to be at least one to two hundred plus pounds. [With Ken down Caliban drops a leg over his throat, while Sabbath stays with Orion flinging the former prison inmate to the floor, his body ricocheting off the barbed wire cell in route to the floor.] BJ: Now this match starting to spread out as Sabbath takes Orion out to the floor where there are all sorts of objects to use to inflict pain. MJ: This is the ice side of a Fire and Ice semi-finals if you will. BJ: Immediately following this match, Ranma Kurotsuki and Victor Frost will continue their rivalry in a Brickyard Triple Tables Match. MJ: Basically a lot of shit on fire, and things blowing up! Will either of the finalists have anything left for the finals? [Inside the ring, Caliban sets "Barbed Wire" Ken up for a Russian leg sweep through the pane of ice leaning against the turnbuckles but Ken manages to fight it off, connecting on a pair of back fists to the Freak's nose, temporarily dazing him.] "THWAAAAAAP!" BJ: Back elbow to the jaw stuns Caliban! MJ; The Freak is on dream street. [Ken makes some space, then charges at Caliban who remains all sprawled out on the pane of ice. With nobody there to get in his way, Ken going at full speed executes a cannon ball, hurling his body in to the Freak.] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!" MJ: CANNON BALL! BJ: Ken just put Caliban through that thick pane of ice. Caliban's back is all cut up! MJ: Ken risking his own body right there, but it seemingly paid off. BJ: I guess you could say that as he too lays in a pile of ice. [A close up reveals both men laying in the remnants of the ice. Blood pours from the back of Caliban who took the brunt of the impact. Back on the outside Sabbath tosses Orion head first into the barbed wire entangled cell.] BJ: Sabbath runs Orion's forehead against the cell. The flesh being sliced back open as it was earlier tonight in the Hardcore Hell Battle Royal to kick off the show. MJ: Do you think when Ken woke up this morning he thought he would be taking on three other guys if he made it to the semi-finals? BJ: Probably not. MJ: If you ask me, Ken really got the shaft in this deal. [Back inside Ken reaches down to pull Caliban up, but the Freak is one step ahead of him. He lunges at Ken with an ice shard that catches Ken across the forearm. A devilish smile forms across the face of Caliban as he stands and we get a good look at the blood streaming down his back forming a pool on the canvas. Ken covers up, protecting as much of himself as he can while the Alaskan Enigma jabs at him with the shard!] BJ: Caliban just stabbed Ken with that ice, and he's not done yet. Now driving it in to the biceps of "Barbed Wire" Ken. MJ: Do you hear these teenage girls in the crowd ooohing and ahhhhing? They are fascinated with this Ken. I say the Freak should leave a mark he'll never forget right across that pretty little face of his. BJ: Look at Sabbath out on the floor hoisting Orion up in the air. What does he have in mind? MJ: A Suplex perhaps? [Sabbath drives Orion's back in to the barbed wire steel cell before proceeding to drop him right on to his head!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!" MJ: BRAINBUSTAH!~!~ BJ: Out on the concrete floor! Crowd: SABBATH! SABBATH! SABBATH! SABBATH! [Sabbath immediately gets back to his feet and takes in the cheers from the diehard Jisatsu fans who encourage him on.] BJ: The Walking Contradiction heads back inside to assist Caliban with "Barbed Wire" Ken. MJ: We could be moments away from an elimination. [The Freak's hold on the ice shard finally slips and it shatters to the ground. As he switches to a Fujiwara Armbar, he decides to be satisfied with trying to rip Ken's left arm from his socket, and by the look in his eyes possibly eat it for lunch. Sabbath slides in under the bottom rope and begins stomping away at the head of Ken. A small heel pop arises from the crowd now, who apparently don't like Sabbath joining forces with Caliban, or maybe they just love "Barbed Wire" Ken _that_ f'n much!] BJ: Sabbath and Caliban working as a cohesive unit, hoisting Ken back to his feet and setting him up for a double team Suplex... "CRUUUUUUUUUUNCCCHHHH!!" BJ: ... right in to the pile of ice shards in the corner! Caliban quickly follows up with an elbow drop to the sternum of Ken! MJ: These two are having their way at this particular point in time. [With blood still trickling down his back, the Freak once again lifts Ken to a standing position. Following a devastating head butt, Caliban whips Ken to the far side, only to have Xavier Orion out on the floor grab Ken's leg to prevent him from rebounding. Caliban improvises, dashing towards Ken with a spear, but Ken avoids it and Caliban goes rocketing out to the floor, wiping Orion out with a suicide dive. Both men go crashing in to the barbed wire cell!] BJ: Sabbath lunges at Ken with a lariat! Ken ducks underneath... boot to the gut... "THUUUUUUUUUD!" ... and drops Sabbath with a double arm DDT! [Ken wastes no time in hitting the ropes and sprinting towards the side where Caliban and Orion return to their feet, both men a little groggy as Ken soars through the second and bottom rope, wiping both men out with a Tope Con Hilo... "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGG!" "SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!" ... as they go slamming in to the cell, the steel links snap, and all three men go crashing through the enormous structure out in to the barricade!] [EARTHSHATTERING POP!!!] "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!" BJ: The steel gave way, and three of the four competitors in this match are outside of the cell! MJ: There is no telling what we might see in this one now! BJ: Ken shot through the ropes with so much velocity on that Tope Con Hilo that it just carried him right through the barbed wire cell. [Zooming in we see Ken wrapped in barbed wire as he lays up against the cell, pretty much upside down. Caliban and Orion just below him. Inside the ring Sabbath rises to his feet and sees the damage on the outside. The fans slowly start to clap, picking up the pace, all the while staying in rhythm.] MJ: Now it's Sabbath's turn! BJ: Somebody tell those fans to get out of the way! MJ: You mean the ones in the front row who didn't get crushed by the cell? [Sabbath bounces off the far side cart wheeling near mid ring before executing a back flip over the top rope and on to all three men!] BJ: SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP! MJ: This is just non stop action! BJ: And just think, we haven't seen anybody eliminated yet! [Our camera man once again zooms in on the carnage laying around the ringside area. Orion is the first to stir, crawling his way from underneath limp bodies... crawling up the broken portion of the cell leaning against the barricade. Once to the top he manages to make it to his feet where he starts the slow climb to the top of the actual cell.] [HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!!!] MJ: What does this lunatic have in store, Beej? BJ: Orion heading to the top of the cell, which is basically the top of Korakuen Hall!!! MJ: I love how management conveniently set some props up there though. Begging these guys to find a way to get out of the cell and to the top. BJ: It will help sell DVDs that's for certain. [As Orion is slow climbing he is almost to the top before the other three guys make it back to their feet. Caliban decides to crawl out of the cell area as well while Ken follows. The bandage on his head has already fallen off and blood once again pours out of the wound.] BJ: I don't think any of them know where Orion is at. He's to the top of the cell! Caliban and Ken trading blows in the aisle! MJ: This is disaster waiting to happen! Good thing Edmond is paying their medical bills tonight, so all the wrestlers are covered. Go catch a morphine drip after the show, whatever. BJ: And now Sabbath on his way to help Caliban with Ken who is more than holding his own here in this match! MJ: This might be "Barbed Wire" Ken's coming out party. BJ: It might damn well be, you just never know. Will he be able to overcome the mayhem he went through with Donovan O'Reily in the Wastelands Death Match? [With Caliban, Sabbath, and Ken all battling in the aisle, the crowd rise to their feet all eyes on the top of the cell and Xavier Orion who gets a running start, hurling his body off the top of the cell, in the direction of his opponents.... ...... _TONS_ OF FLASHBULBS FILL KORAKUEN HALL..... ..... AND ORION GOES CRASHING IN TO HIS THREE OPPONENTS WITH A PICTURE PERFECT SENTON!!!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!" BJ: FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL! ORION JUST LAID IT ALL OUT ON THE LINE! MJ: HIS OPPONENTS NEVER SAW HIM COMING! "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!" MJ: A fall like that could put you in a wheel chair for the rest of your days! BJ: Ken and Sabbath took the majority of the impact on that dive. Caliban was just grazed I think as he appears to be alright. Orion still hasn't moved out on the floor. This is scary. MJ: Somebody get a doctor out here. What is official Andy Gatzz going to do? [Medics rush to check on Orion as Caliban lunges at them, with a sadistic grin which sends them all back pedaling to the curtain. The Freak stalks over his prey, pulling a limp Xavier Orion off the concrete floor and dragging him back towards the gaping hole in the cell where he tosses Orion through. Orion rolls down the broken piece of steel all the way to the ring apron.] BJ: Caliban heads back inside the cell structure with Orion who finally starts to flail his arms and legs a little bit, but he isn't even close to being able to defend himself here. MJ: The Freak could care less as he wants to inflict more punishment on Xavier. He could probably cover him right here and eliminate Orion but that's not what he wants to do. Caliban isn't here for the glory. He thrives off this style of match. He needs to bleed, to make people bleed! BJ: Sadly you are right, Matt. They don't call him the Freak for nothing. We've seen him in some blood baths with Serge Annis as well as Sabbath. [Caliban scowls at Orion and delivers a head butt, backing Xavier in to the turnbuckles. The Freak holds on to the top of Orion's head and pulls it down to waist level where he proceeds to deliver a series of Kawada kicks to the melon much to the delight of the fans.] BJ: And look who else is joining the party, it's the Walking Contradiction. MJ: This is the end for Orion I'm afraid. BJ: Ken is very slow to get up, still suffering the effects of that Xavier Orion dive off the top of the cell. [With a devilish smile on his face, Caliban pulls Orion's arms behind his back and turns Orion chest first towards Sabbath who proceeds to light the former inmate up with knife edge chops!] "SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!" "WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!" "WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!" "WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" BJ: Caliban sending Orion for the ride, hits the far side and gains momentum...big back body drop by Caliban! Sabbath hits the ropes...Orion still airborne... [EXPLOSIVE POP!] ... KNNEES TO THE FACE! WHAT A DOUBLE TEAM MANUVER BY SABBATH AND CALIBAN! MJ: How can two men hate one another so much yet still put aside their differences in this situation. I just can't understand it. They look so crisp together in the ring. BJ: What next? Caliban telling Sabbath to put Orion up on his shoulders, and Sabbath happy to do just that. [As Caliban makes his way to the apron and Sabbath hoists Orion to his shoulders our camera man gives us a glimpse of "Barbed Wire" Ken out on the floor, tearing strands of barbed wire off the cell.] BJ: Sabby has Orion up... Caliban leapfrogs in from the outside and... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!" .... PSP! ELEVATED PSP! MJ: Caliban covers! [Andy Gatzz slides down to make the cover, trying to avoid the ice shards in the ring.] ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!! MW: XAVIER ORION has been _ELIMINATED_!!! [POP!] BJ: ORION IS GONE! AND WE ARE DOWN TO THREE! MJ: Tremendous team work, I can't stress it enough by Sabbath and Caliban. That elevated PSP was simply devastating. Orion will be picking chunks of canvas out of his teeth for days! BJ: The action does not stop ladies and gentlemen until three of the four men have been pinned or submitted. [As Sabbath gets back to his feet he never sees "Barbed Wire" Ken sailing through the air, only to connect with a missile dropkick.] BJ: MISSLE DROPKICK BY KEN! AND HIS ENTIRE LEG AND FOOT WERE WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! HE CAUGHT SABBATH ON THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE! MJ: Sabbath has to be busted open after that. BJ: Look at the dedication shown by Ken! Right back to his feet and sprinting after Caliban who is caught off guard by the whole scenario, and a huge running knee lift to the jaw of Caliban sends him staggering in to the corner momentarily! MJ: HA! That idiot just slipped on the ice! BJ: Ken slipped on a puddle of melted ice it looks like and he twisted that ankle I believe. [All three men take a second to gather themselves and catch their breath. Sabbath grasps at his face which is now badly cut up from the missile dropkick with the barbed wire boot. Caliban crouches in the corner, as Ken tests his ankle in the far corner before charging at Caliban again, this time the Freak is ready as he lariats Ken in to next week!] BJ: Big lariat from Caliban and Ken is seeing stars. The Freak lays in to Ken with forearms to the side of the skull. Front face lock applied and... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNKKKKKK!!!" ... _ F A L C O N _ _ A R R O W _ ! ! ! MJ: And the count! ONE!!! TWO!!!!! TH- KICKOUT! [HUGE POP!!!!] BJ: Sabbath back to his feet and kicking away at Ken, as the blood trickles down his face! Sabbath hits the ropes and drops the point of the knee to the nose of Ken as Caliban watches with a smile on his face. Almost happy as to what he has turned Sabbath in to tonight. MJ: What's that? BJ: A monster, just like him. [Caliban sits on Ken's lower back, locking in the Boston Crab...] BJ: The Alaskan Enigma is going old-school on "Barbed Wire" Ken! That's Caliban's original finisher, The Freak Show! MJ: But look at THIS, Beej! [Sabbath sits back to back with Caliban, cradling Ken's chin, once again showing off their double team skills. The fans now full out booing this as they are one hundred percent behind Ken. This is after all his hometown!] BJ: These fans can boo all they want, but that doesn't change the fact that Sabbath and Caliban are as fluid a tag team as you'll see anywhere. They know each other so well. MJ: I can't wait to see these two dive into one another and kill each other when Ken is eliminated. Nobody may advance from this match and the winner of Frost and Ranma may get the trophy. BJ: That match comes up immediately following this match and a brief clean up period. But right now it's Sabbath and Caliban, stretching away at "Barbed Wire" Ken. [The camera zooms in on Ken's face, oh the agony!! Ken refuses to submit, yelling furiously at Andy Gatzz... NO! After realizing Ken won't submit they release the hold and Caliban goes for a block of ice while Sabbath heads out to the floor.] BJ: The strength of the Freak! The way he just hoisted that block of ice over his shoulder was unbelievable. MJ: Squash this kid like a bug! [The Alaskan Enigma hovers over Ken who lays stomach down on the canvas, trying to press up to his knees. Caliban proceeds to drop the enormous ice sculpture on to the back of Ken!!] [ENORMOUS HEEL POP!!!] BJ: DEAR LORD! HE MAY HAVE SNAPPED HIS SPINE IN TWO! MJ: That's what these morons paid to see, and flew half way around the world for. Give it to him again! BJ: Sabbath sliding back in to the ring and he has a chair. Once again the Alaskan Enigma holding Ken's arm's behind his back. Like that is even necessary at this point. MJ: There is absolutely no fight left in that body! He's done. Ring the bell! Let Sabbath and Caliban destroy each other! [Caliban doesn't hang on too tight as Ken appears lifeless. Sabbath pulls the steel chair back over his head, and goes for the kill shot. Ken must have been playing possum, because he is able to slide out of Caliban's loose grasp just as Sabbath is delivering with all the mustard he can dig up in that veteran frame of his...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!" BJ: SABBATH JUST DRILLED CALIBAN WITH THAT CHAIR BY ACCIDENT! MJ: Maaaan, when Caliban wakes up he's not gonna be happy about that, Beej. BJ: KEN HOOKING SABBATH... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!" .... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!! [GIGANTIC BABYFACE COMEBACK POP!] MJ: Taking Sabbath head over heels! BJ: And Ken hangs on for the pin, with the bridge! [Andy Gatzz slides down in to position to make the count.] ONE!!! TWO!!!!!! THRE- [Caliban charges in at Ken to break up the count, however Ken sees the Freak coming and stands up, instead taking Caliban by surprise and dropping him with a drop toe hold, following up right away with the STF! POP!] BJ: THE OFFICIAL RIGHT THERE! BUT WILL THE FREAK SUBMIT!? MJ: IMPOSSIBLE! BJ: KEN HAS THE STF LOCKED ON TIGHT! CALIBAN SHOUTING NO! [After a minute, Ken releases the hold before Sabbath gets to his feet. Ken looks down at his opponents, and then up at the top of the cell as the crowd shouts their approval!] BJ: Now Ken heading for higher ground! MJ: Why is he scaling the cell? I don't think it's a wise move. BJ: Either way you look at it Matt, it's pretty much boiled down to a handicap match the way Sabbath and Caliban wanted. Then they can destroy each other. But until then they are hell bent on dismantling anything that gets in their way! [Sabbath and Caliban eventually get to their feet and look back and forth at one another confused as to what just transpired. After a few moments of arguing, they look up top to find Ken anxiously awaiting his foes.] BJ: And there they go Matt! [POP!] BJ: Sabbath and Caliban scaling the cell from opposite sides! What is Ken's plan now? [Sabbath is slightly quicker than Caliban, and just as his head reaches the top of the cage, Ken comes diving in with a basement dropkick, sending Sabbath catapulting from basically the top of the cell to the floor of Korakuen Hall where he remains in the fetal position!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!!!" BJ: SABBATH DROPKICKED ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! MADNESS! MJ: OH MY GOD! BJ: AND THE FREAK HAS MADE HIS WAY TO THE TOP OF THE CELL! TRADING FOREARMS ARE KEN AND CALIBAN! NEITHER MAN BACKING DOWN! [FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!] BJ: A KNEE TO THE BREAD BASKET SLOWS DOWN KEN! THIS IS A VERY DANGEROUS SITUATION UP ON TOP OF THAT CELL JISATSU FANS! [Following a European Uppercut, Caliban hooks Ken around the waist before lifting him in to the air head over heels... "CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!" .... THROUGH THE PANE OF ICE ON THE TWO BLOCKS!!!] BJ: BACK DROP DRIVER THROUGH THE ICE!!! MJ: ... BJ: Caliban must now find a way to get Ken back in to the ring. MJ: That shouldn't be too hard. Just toss him off the side! [Once back to his feet, Caliban looks down at Ken, then off the side of the cage at Caliban who also remains motionless on the arena floor. Then back at Ken for a moment... then at Sabbath... Ken... Sabbath...] [BLOW THE ROOF OFF POP!] BJ: CALIBAN SCALING BACK DOWN THE CAGE! HE'S HEADING AFTER SABBATH!! MJ: Sabbath hasn't moved since he was drop kicked off the cell! Caliban's probably going to shake the cobwebs out of his partner! [Half way to the floor, Caliban drops down onto Sabbath, almost folding him in half with a Double Foot Stomp!] BJ: You were saying, Matt? MJ: (sighing) Yeah...looks like he was mad about that accidental chairshot after all! [Caliban gets atop the Walking Contradiction, then proceeds to pound away at the man's skull, seemingly bringing Sabbath back to life! The fans cheer as these two long time rivals roll around the floor, hammering away at one another.] BJ: It was only a matter of time! Sabbath and Caliban trading blows! Ken is laid out in the ice up on top of the cell. By God what a match! MJ: One of these men will move on to the finals of the King of the Crimson Sun Tournament. BJ: Nothing fancy, these two are just tearing away at each other! Sabbath goes head first in to the cell! [Meanwhile up on top of the cell, "Barbed Wire" Ken shakes off the effects of the Backdrop Driver and finally realizes what's going on down below. Ken makes his way to the edge of the cage and waits for both men to be at a vertical base before leaping off the cell!] [GASP!] BJ: .... MJ: .... [Caliban looks up in time to see the incoming Ken aiming for his shoulders. Instinctively Sabbath and Caliban catch Ken who fails with the Rana attempt. His opponents over powering him and denying gravity as they immediately drop "Barbed Wire" Ken through the pane of ice propped up on two more blocks in the aisle!!!] "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!" BJ: KEN DOVE OFF THE TOP OF THE CELL LOOKING TO RANA CALIBAN OR SABBATH! HOWEVER THE DUO CAUGHT HIM AND IMMEDIATELLY PUT HIM THROUGH THE SLAB OF ICE WITH A DOUBLE TEAM ACECRUSHER! MJ: THAT'S IT! DRAG HIS ASS IN THE RING AND PIN HIM! BJ: That's exactly what Caliban is telling Sabbath. There plan is nearly complete. One of these two will be advancing to the finals! [Caliban drags Ken to the ring, hurling his limp body under the bottom rope. Caliban orders Sabbath to get in the ring and put Ken up on his shoulders. After a brief hesitation Sabbath does what he is told realizing the carnage he can unleash on Caliban once Ken is out of the way.] BJ: Maybe looking for another elevated PSP here. The same maneuver that put away Xavier Orion earlier in this match. [With ken on Sabbath's shoulders, the Alaskan Enigma leapfrogs in from the outside, looking for the elevated face buster.... .... ..... but Ken somehow counters by leaning forward, and forcing Sabbath's momentum forward in to a pinning predicament before Caliban can connect with the face buster!] ONE!! TWO!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!! [EARTHSHATTERING POP!!!!] BJ: HE GOT HIM! SABBATH IS ELIMINATED! SABBATH IS ELIMINATED! MW: SABBATH has been ELIMINATED!!!!! [HUGE POP!] BJ: And now we're down to just two! "Barbed Wire" Ken and the Freak, Caliban!! MJ: What a match this has been! Whomever advances from this though, still has to wrestle one more time tonight. Will they have anything left? BJ: OH NO! AN IRATE SABBATH ATTACKING KEN! SABBATH IS TAKING HIS FRUSTRATION OUT ON KEN! [Sabbath cleans Ken's clock with a stiff lariat to the jaw, laying Ken out face first on the canvas. Sabbath looks over at Caliban, hatred in his eyes, and does some ordering of his own...] Sabbath: Lift him up! [Still in shock that Sabbath was eliminated without truly getting his hands on his arch nemesis does as he is told, realizing an opportunity to the finals is on the line. Sabbath climbs to the top rope as Caliban lifts Ken up on to his shoulders this time.] BJ: He better be careful he doesn't get rolled up himself. MJ: This is a bitter side of Sabbath, Beej! [Sabbath measures up Ken who Caliban has with his back turned to the buckles. The Walking Contradiction then leaps from the top, landing on Ken's shoulders and snapping him over backwards right on to his head and neck with the inverted Rana...aka...] [HIGH SPOT POP!!!] BJ: DOOMSDAY BLACK ZERO! DOOMSDAY BLACK ZERO ON KEN! [Sabbath hops out of the ring, and exits the cell to a chorus of boos and fans throwing trash at him as he exits Korakuen Hall. Caliban watches in shock, a sadistic grin covering his face. After looking down at Ken, Caliban drops to his knees and makes the cover.] ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE???????? BJ: NO! SHOULDER UP! KEN GOT THE SHOULDER UP! [HOLY SHIT POP!] BJ: KEN JUST WON'T QUIT! NOT HERE IN FRONT OF HIS HOMETOWN FANS! MJ: Is the King of the Crimson Sun worth all of this? Is anything worth going through this? [Caliban is beside himself, arguing with the official about the count, but Gatzz holds his ground stating it was a two. After realizing he can't win this argument, Caliban reaches down to peel the carcass of Ken off the mat, only to be rolled up with the Small Package!!] [GIGANTIC BLOW THE ROOF OFF POP!!!] ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THREE!?!?!?!? BJ: CALIBAN KICKS OUT! CALIBAN KICKS OUT! THE MATCH CONTINUES! MJ: I THOUGHT WE JUST WITNESSED THE UPSET OF THE CENTURY. BJ: Both of these warriors faces and bodies a bloody mess but neither one of them willing to stay down. These fans showing their support for both of these men! MJ: Rightfully so. [Caliban pops right back to his feet, signaling to the crowd that the match is over. He reaches down and pulls Ken to his feet, locking the smaller opponent in the Front Face lock.] BJ: What could Caliban be going for here, Matt? Whatever he hits Ken with, it's got to be big! MJ: After what we've seen here tonight it's hard saying. But you gotta believe both of these guys tanks are running on empty. BJ: Without a doubt, Matt! [Caliban hoists his opponent in to the air, but Ken manages to take the momentum up and over and on to his feet. Ken shoves the Alaskan Enigma into the turnbuckles, charging in from behind and connecting with the Lungblower!] [HUGE POP!] BJ: KEN'S NOT DONE YET! HE STILL HAS A SHOT! [Instead of going for the cover, Ken finds one of the ice sculptures in the corner, and after struggling momentarily to lift it, finally finds the strength to pick it up... way over his head in a press position... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!" .... AND DROPS THE MASSIVE ICE SCULPTURE ONTO CALIBAN'S BACK!] [POP!] BJ: THAT MIGHT HAVE DONE IT! COVER HIM! COVER HIM KEN! MJ: YOU FANBOY BEEJ! YOU'RE BIASED! LET'S KEEP THIS PROFESSIONAL! BJ: How can you not get wrapped up in this masterpiece! What a match!! [Ken quickly rolls to the outside, collecting as much barbed wire as he can from the cell before rolling back inside the ring and wrapping it around The Freak's arms, face, and torso! Seeing what's coming, the crowd goes absolutely BATSHIT.] BJ: Caliban was just crushed by that massive block of ice, and now Ken's coiling him in barbed wire! MJ: We know what this means! [The decibel level in Korakuen Hall is reaching deafening proportions! In the center of the ring, "Barbed Wire" Ken cinches in an Elevated Boston Crab on Caliban.] BJ: KEN HAS CALIBAN WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE AND TRAPPED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH THAT INVERTED BOSTON CRAB! HE HAS PUT MANY OF MEN AWAY WITH THIS HOLD! MJ: THE MUMMY! BJ: KEN WRENCHING BACK WITH IT! MJ: CALIBAN WITH NO PLACE TO GO! HE'S TRAPPED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! DEAD CENTER! BJ: And just think, Matt! As we mentioned earlier, Caliban's original finisher was this very same hold! MJ: Barbed wire aside, of course! [The camera shot zooms in on the face of Caliban which slowly starts to fade as the blood runs down his chin, splattering against the canvas. Ken grits his teeth, holding on with everything he has left in him.] BJ: HE'S FADING! CALIBAN IS FADING! YOU KNOW HE WONT SUBMIT! MJ: Caliban doesn't know the meaning of the word quit! [With the crowd popping as loud as it has all night, Caliban's arms stop flailing as his head thumps down to the canvas. Referee Andy Gatzz is in place immediately, lifting Caliban's free hand gingerly off the mat, trying to avoid contact with the deadly barbed wire... _THUMP._ Caliban's arm falls once... _THUMP._ Twice... _THUMP._ DING! DING! DING!] [LOUDEST POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!] BJ: "BARBED WIRE" KEN HAS DONE IT! CALIBAN HAS PASSED OUT AND THE OFFICIAL HAD TO CALL THE MATCH! MJ: UPSET OF THE CENTURY! MW: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND ADVANCING TO THE _FINALS_ OF THE KING OF THE CRIMSON SUN TOURNAMENT.... " B A R B E D W I R E " K E N ! ! ! ! " BJ: WHAT AN AMAZING... AMAZING EFFORT BY EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THIS MATCH! BUT ON THIS NIGHT, "BARBED WIRE" KEN IS VICTORIOUS! MJ: So he'll move on to take on the winner of our next match between Victor Frost and Ranma Kurotsuki. That's a big re-match as well Beej! BJ: Indeed it is, and it will be totally the opposite of this match. In this match you saw ice. In the next match you'll see fire and tables! MJ: Insanity! BJ: Give Caliban his due! The returning veteran who hasn't seen action in several years damn near fought his way into the finals! MJ: One hell of a display. He has to be proud of his performance. He and Sabbath for the most part worked together but it got ugly for a split second. BJ: Caliban showed that he still has what it takes to compete at the highest level in our sport. I really hope this isn't the last we see of The Freak in Jisatsu Wrestling. MJ: The guy scares the shit outta me Beej! BJ: We will do our best to get the ring area cleaned up, and come back to you with the other half of our semi-finals. But in the meantime let's take you backstage. [Cut to a promo for the official King of the Crimson Sun T-Shirt as medics tend to both wrestlers in the ring and the ring crew rushes around busily to remove the ice props and bring in the plunder!] http://www.customink.com/designs/proofs/14...20531/front.jpg http://www.customink.com/designs/proofs/14...020531/back.jpg |
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[Cut back inside Korakuen Hall. Ring crew scurries about the ring doing everything they can to try and soak up the water from the last match. The ring canvas has been completely changed, but the ringside area remains super slippery.] MJ: I wonder if Winston is paying this ring crew double time. BJ: They are doing a terrific job keeping the action flowing here tonight. As you can see the tables have been place around the outside of the ring between the apron and the cell in preparation for our next match... the Brickyard Triple Table Death match. MJ: Frost and Kurotsuki, Beej! I know a re-match many of the smarks have called for, for a long time. BJ: Kurotsuki currently holds a victory over Frost in the Power of Pride Tournament. A loss Frost has been waiting to avenge since that day! MJ: How significant that it's taking place in the semi-finals of the tournament? BJ: It's huge! These are two of the biggest names in the industry today. Two real heavy hitters! Yes there is a size differential. But Ranma can still strike with the best in the world. MJ: He won't back down from anything! One tough hombre. BJ: Frost has a lot of motivation though and he could derail Ranma's route to a fairy tale ending in the finals with his friend "Barbed Wire" Ken. MJ: Well former friend anyway. BJ: No, not former friend. Ken just had a few choice words for Ranma in one of his interviews for King of the Crimson Sun. Either way Jisatsu fans this one is going to be a barn burner. Hold on to your hats. MJ: Take it away Mark! BJ: That's my job! MJ: You know I like to do it once in a while. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' KotCS Match: BRICK YARD TRIPLE TABLE DEATH MATCH Participants: Victor Frost vs. Ranma Kurotsuki Stipulations: The ringside area will remain surrounded by a BARBED WIRE CELL that also contains BEDS OF COAL, BRANDING IRONS, and RAZOR WIRE WRAPPED SAW HORSES. The match-up can only be won by putting your opponent through two of the three... A GLASS TABLE, A FLAMING TABLE, and an EXPLODING TABLE! Writer: AJ -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' MW: This next contest is the BRICKYARD TRIPLE TABLE DEATH MATCH! [SICK POP!] MW: The only way to win and advance to the finals will be to put your opponent through _TWO_ of these three tables... A GLASS TABLE! [POP!] MW: A FLAMING TABLE! [BIGGER POP!] MW: And an EXPLODING TABLE!!! [DEAFENING POP!] [Kurt Russell's famous quote introduces the first competitor.] # HELL'S COMING WITH ME! [The quote segues right into "Black Mass" by Danzig. The strobe lights make way for a single crimson spotlight, shining on the entrance at the head of the aisle.] #If you call my name# #It's but one of many by which I'm known# #The borneless one# #There is no pain or anger that I am not# MW: Introducing first... From Dortmund, German...Weight 266 LBS! He is known world wide as the German Machine... "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST!!! [Allegra di Baggio bursts through the curtain. While her movements are perfect like a clockwork, her face betrays her concerns.] #Hell will come# #He will come# #Two nails in the palm of the hand# #Hell will come# [Victor Frost follows her out of the back. He is walking somewhat gingerly, his feet obviously still hurting after his first match. A bruise on his chest looks badly, almost swollen, and he is glistening with petroleum jelly were the medics tried to stop the bleeding of numerous cuts.] #I press the dagger to the center of my heart# #Of my heart# #I draw you close within the circle of my arms# #Of my arms# MJ: It looks like Bernie did get a few good shots in on old Victor in that Barefoot Thumbtacks match. BJ: Just being in the ring during that match does damage to you. Landing on the canvas can inflict damage to your own body. MJ: Everybody said Frost wasn't cut out for Death Match wrestling, well from what I've seen thus far, I strongly disagree. BJ: Me too! [The German and his Italian valet slowly make their way down to ringside. Gone is the smug smile and Frost scowls at the crowd. He stops as he passes the various instruments of destruction scattered around ringside. He nods in confirmation to himself and moves on.] #This my spirit hell# #From me come all things black and bright# #In the name of the damned# #My infernal service is at hand# [Gracefully, even in her stiletto heels, Allegra manages to brave the ring steps. Frost follows, climbing through the ropes with a grimace. He throws some punches into the air to warm up as Allegra looks on, concern again obvious on her face.] MW: And his opponent... [Flickering flames, the roar of a crowd. Sounds like revolution. People chant. The beat comes up and then with a muted explosion a low key piano strikes. The silky smooth voice of Rihanna plays out of the speakers and the fans get to their feet.] RIHANNA: Feel it comin' in the air, see me the streets from everywhere. I'm addicted to the thrill. It's a dangerous spooky man. Can't be scared when it goes down. Got a problem, tell me now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight... MW: From Tokyo Japan! [HUGE POP!] MW: RANMA KUROTSUKI!!! [A more urgent beat booms in over the top of the other.] RIHANNA: Is who's gonna run this town tonight... We gonna run this town JAY Z: We are! Yeah I said it. We are. This is Roc Nation. Pledge your allegiance. [The crowd begins making noise and through the back steps Ranma Kurotsuki. Ranma wears very baggy long board shorts tucked into his kneepads which extend all the way down his tall boots into kickpads. The pads are silver, while the boots are forest green. The shorts are brown with various patches (such as a dagger through a heart with a banner that says. "If You Aren't Now... You Never Were!") on them. They cover most of the trunks.] JAY Z: Get y'all fatigues on. All black everything. Black cards, black cars. All black everything. And our girls are blackbirds. Ridin' with they dillingers. I'd get more in Depth. If you boys really real enough. This is la familia. I'll explain later. But for now let me get back to this paper. [The hometown boy is a hometown hero tonight. They cheer and clap loudly as he stand in the entry way. He flexes, stretches. Then begins to walk his way to the cell.] MJ: Look at the confidence! Even after the hell he went through with Chad Allen! Allen nearly killed him... literally! BJ: I don't know how the man manages to tone out the pain! This is pain that would keep normal men out of work for weeks! MJ: But he doesn't even show it! JAY Z: I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back. I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks. Yeah I'm talkin' five comma. Six zeros. Dot zero. Here it go... Back to runnin' circles 'round white folks. Now we fired up. Hold up. [You can see the blood and wounds from earlier tonight. He doesn't let it get to him, Ranma soldiers on and ignores the pain.] RIHANNA: Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care. So I keep doin' my own thing. Walkin' tall against the rain. Victory's within the mile. Almost there, don't give up now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight. [He pauses in the aisle way and touches the out stretched hands. His eyes close and a peaceful smile comes over his face, before they flutter back open. His smile twists into a more typical arrogant look. This fits his face a lot better. There's infinite confidence in his eyes.] BJ: They love him here! MJ: They should respect him like this in the states. BJ: They do respect him in the states. He's just a dick. Americans hate dicks. MJ: The girls love the cock though! RIHANNA: Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy! Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy! Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy!(Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy! [He touches his tattoos one by one reverently. The sacred heart over his own with the thick olde English lettering that says "PURE," the broken barrel en scribed with "Bring Back Prohibition," the crossed straight razors that underline "Straight Edge" below a huge banner that proclaims Ranma "Better Than You."] JAY Z: We are! Yeah I said it. We are. You can call me C's r. In a dark Cigar. Please follow the lea-der. So Eric B. We are. Microphone fiend. It's the return of thee God. Peace God... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher. I'm in Mason. (Ah!) Martin Margiela. On the tape we're screamin'. What its the other side, they jealous. [Ranma stops in the aisle and as if on cue a huge torrent of streamers explode into the air above him. Brown, blue, green. He spins, getting caught up in them... He stops and begins to pull them off and the fans cheer loudly again! This is his night, the feeling is hard to deny!] JAY Z: We got a bankhead full of broads. They got a table full of fellas... And they ain't spending no cake. They should throw they hand in. 'Cause they ain't got no spades... My whole team got dough. So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro. [Ranma makes his way into the ring and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out the familiar white leather mask he wears during every death match and slides it over his frosted hair. It's been dutifully cleaned since earlier of any blood that might have gotten on it. Reaching back he ties the straps tight and puts a knot in it.] RIHANNA: Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care. So I keep doin' my own thing. Walkin' tall against the rain. Victory's within the mile. Almost there, don't give up now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight. [The music slowly fades as he awaits the start of the match.] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] BJ: Ranma with the charging kick! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: FROST caught it! He was ready! BJ: Lock from behind and German Suplex! All impact No bridge! [Ranma is rolling over, arms wrapped around his skull as Victor spreads his massive arms, roaring out. The fans are instantly on his case, booing back and the German Wrestling Machine laughs before returning to stalk around to his opponent's blind side.] MJ: You know I have to say, Victor Frost showing definite freshness and after dominating his opening match, may already have that much an advantage as he looks to move past Ranma Kurotsuki for the finals. BJ: Yes, we consider this "Before" -and when the match is over, I expect "After" to resemble a face first meeting with a car windshield at 60 miles an hour. Ranma is the best pound for pound athlete in this tourney, and he has more experience in the Jisatsu style we know and love. MJ: That has been raping our souls all night. King of the Crimson Sun, we will never forget! [The camera focuses in on the razor sharp barbed wire covered sawhorses as inside the ring, Frost is beating down into Ranma Kurotsuki. Ranma keeps trying to get up as we cut back to the hard camera and Frost takes the arm, to send Ranma hurtling at the ropes!] BJ: Ranma off the side, throws out the dropkick into Frost's leg! MJ: OH! Frost stumbling! Ranma sees his opening, up and snapping kicks to the leg and thigh! Leaping and GAMENGIRI connects across the face! BJ: Frost is dazed and Ranma floating around to grab the arm, leg over the face and he's securing in the Octopus Hold! He's got it in and Frost locked in this dangerous submission hold! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Right in the center of the ring, Ranma has the Octopus locked in, and Frost screams out to break the lock with his own power! The fans are popping in surprise and Victor grabs his wrist, to slug the short arm clothesline right into the face!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: Beej he just done broke the Maji-gatame with an incredible show of strength! I'll be! BJ: Raw Power, and slugged the clothesline now ducked to hook him over a shoulder; MJ: Kurotsuki with the rolling sunset flip! Frost rolling out and Ranma with the quick leg strike, kick across the skull! Oh Frost is hurt and Kurotsuki puling him in, locks the head and Fisherman's Suplex him up into the air and GUTBUSTER ON VICTOR FROST! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Frost is hurting, eyes wide open as Ranma moves around fast and stomps Victor in the skull! Frost rolls away, and as he tries to rise Kurotsuki kicks him in the abs! Victor shouts out, pushing up and Ranma charges with the Kawada kick, but Frost spins around as Ranma missed, Victor swinging the massive Black Mass Effect lariat and Kurotsuki flings himself backwards into a kip up as Frost misses taking off his head! Kurotsuki lands on his feet and locking the head jumps to leap over the side, landing on the apron as he falls and snaps Victor's neck off the top rope!] BJ: Stun gun from the outside! Frost turning Ranma with the high kick to the face! MJ: Frost still coming! Ranma through the ropes and shoulder to the guts! BJ: Victor bent over and Ranma springboards to jump the double stomp the spine! Oh! Kurotsuki running across the ring, Victor with the charge and Ranma spins to back roll off of Frost! Grabs the arm and Irish whip across the ring no! Frost reversing Ranma sent for the ride Frost with the spear RANMA LEAPFROGS Clear over top! MJ: Frost hits the deck as Kurotsuki off the side, forced to jump over and continue across the ring! BJ: Frost to a knee, looking for that Power slam Driver! MJ: RANMA held on! Stopped his momentum! BJ: And Frost charging with the lariat! Running scream to kill Ranma! MJ: WHO PULLS THE ROPE DOWN AND VICTOR FLIES OVER THE SIDE!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] BJ: FROST HIT THE FLOOR AND GETTING UP MAD! HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! MJ: RANMA KUROTSUKI SHOWING HIM UP!! AND FROST KICKING OVER A BARBED WIRE SAWHORSE IN FRUSTRATION!! BJ: Allegra trying to console him, Frost will have none of it! Swearing out at Kurotsuki in German, calling him out and promising to have his head! And these fans firmly behind the Puroresu Superstar! "RANMA!!!" "RANMA!!!" "RANMA!!!" "RANMA!!!" "RANMA!!!" MJ: Well, Victor Frost is furious. He hates Ranma Kurotsuki, and he got shown up by him at Power of Pride, he cannot stand the idea that Ranma is going right back to this flashback of an acid trip of a horrid nightmare for the SPW Superstar. BJ: And the Referee saying get in the ring, but Frost passing the dangerous barbed wire tables on the outside, and splashes right into a puddle left by the ice from the previous match before. Victor making his way to the steps, and ordering the Ref to keep Ranma back. [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Victor Frost is shouting at the Official, making his way up the steps as Kurotsuki wants him in. Frost swears at him and walking the apron, takes a ton of heat from the Japanese wrestling crowd. The gaijin are letting him have it as no one is impressed with Victor's enraged tantrum. Kurotsuki finally moves back as Victor kicks out a leg and ducks inside, flexing as he holds up his hands, telling Ranma not to cheat.] MJ: And Frost just shutting everything down, this is not the action that the fans paid to see, nor have come to expect from the King of the Crimson Sun. BJ: You go ahead and go tell Frost that, I dare you. MJ: Yeahhhh.... no. [Frost moves in closer, as Ranma goes in for the lockup! And he fires a kick right into Frost's leg! Victor curses and Kurotsuki snaps the kick to the stomach, and then to the back of the knee!] MJ: Series of kicks and Ranma has the powerhouse hurting! Ranma in and slams the chop across the chest! ***SSSMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** BJ: FROST WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! MJ: Ranma hits the mat! And sweeping kick rolling right into the knees!! [Frost falls to catch himself as Ranma stomps his jawbone! Frost is hurt and Ranma sits up and knife chops Victor across the eyebrow!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: BLOOD!! HE SPLIT VICTOR'S BROW RIGHT OPEN!! BJ: OH!! And dragging Victor up, takes the arm over and FROST WITH THE PICKUP AND SPINEBUSTER SLAAMM!! [The ring shakes as Frost sneers and tasting his own blood, touches his hand to his face and realizes he's bleeding! Victor rages and jumps on Ranma, punching away as it's all Kurotsuki can do to cover up! Frost slugs his fist into Kurotsuki, beating him like crazy and then grabbing him up- looks around and smiles as he grips up Ranma by his hair and runs the ropes to send Kurotsuki clear over the top rope, and right into a flaming bed of coal!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: OH MY GOD! BJ: RANMA ROLLING THROUGH THE FIRE AND FLAME! MJ: AND FROST SLIDING OUT TO AFTER!!! BJ: Ranma, Ranma Kurotsuki just thrown into a fiery bed of coals and now Frost over, snatching up a branding iron. Oh he is looking to inflict further, scarring for life damage, as he heads over and these two might just kill each other before the fight in the Barbed Wire Cell is up! [Frost laughs, sneering at the booing fans as he takes up Ranma's limp body and raising the branding iron, gets back dropped right up and into the barbed wire walls!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: RANMA WAS PLAYING POSSUM! BJ: AND FROST SUCKERED RIGHT IN! OH AND HIS BACK CUT UP TO MATCH HIS BROW! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: RANMA HAS THE IRON AND BRANDING FROST IN HIS FOREHEAD! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!] [Frost is screaming out as he locks onto Ranma and slams the low blow! Kurotsuki drops the iron, locking onto Victor's head for support as Frost pulls him up for the power slam and Ranma can only reverse into a Tornado DDT right into the Bed of Coals!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: BOTH MEN DOWN AND I CAN SMELL FLESH BURNING!!! BJ: FROST SHOVING UP!! FALLING OVER! AND RANMA ROLLING THROUGH THE COALS!! MJ: GOOD LORRRRD!!! I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THEIR PAIN MUST BE LIKE!!!! [Frost is rolling around, clutching at his face as his brow has been cauterized closed, Ranma on the far side of the bed of coals, trying to find the will and the strength to get up and make it to his feet. The fans are cheering out, astonished and amazed at the fact that the two gladiators are even conscious. Victor sits up, gripping at his face in pain and Ranma Kurotsuki slowly begins to push up. He rolls himself into the ring, just laying their in devastation. Frost is sitting down as he tries to rise and Ranma shoves up to reach over and grab a handful of hair, as he pulls Victor to his feet and Victor shouts out as he reaches up to throw a handful of burning coals in Ranma's face!!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: OHHHH!! OH MY GOD RANMA TOOK THE COALS TO THE FACE! BJ: AND VICTOR BURNED HIS HAND!! BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE!!! MJ: Ranma falling down, clutching at his face as Frost heading around the ring, he is furious and seething with hatred as he goes right around to a razor wire wrapped saw horse and he just grips it and THROWS IT UP INTO THE RING!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] BJ: The Saw Horse in the ring!! Just missed Ranma! And now Frost heading in, he is hating this, he does not work Jisatsu matches but for Kurotsuki and the Crimson Sun, he can make an exception! Oh you can just see the years of these guys' careers just shedding away like drops of blood on the canvas! MJ: Yeah this fight will not soon be forgotten! That Saw Horse just laying over, and Frost heading towards Kurotsuki, securing Ranma up and he rips him over, oh he's going to Power bomb Kurotsuki onto the razor wire!! BJ: RIPS HIM INTO THE AIR!! AND POWERBOMBS HIM DOWN INTO THE SAW HORSE!!! MJ: HIS BACK CUT OPEN! BUT FROST NOT DONE!! WRENCHING RANMA INTO THE AIR AND HE POWERBOMBS HIM AGAIN!!! BJ: FROST HAULS KUROTSUKI UP AND HE POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE RAZOR WIRE AGAIN!!! [The fans are shouting as Ranma rolls over shaking, still laying in the wire as he hits a leg that's sticking up. Frost searches around, looking wildly as he slides out to the floor, and heading over to the corner he sees the glass table. The fans cheer out as Victor takes it up, and shoves it into the ring through the ropes. Climbing back up inside, Frost goes for the kill by peeling Ranma off the saw horse, razor wire still sticking to his bleeding skin, and hauling him on his shoulder, kicks the table over to stand it up and backs up! Frost charges and Ranma slips right off his back!] [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: Oh the blood! The blood too much and Frost turns, RANMA WITH THE LIFT AND HE DIVES THE SPINEBUSTER SLAMMING FROST THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!! ****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHH!!!!!***** BJ: HE MAY NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE BUT HE JUST WIPED OUT VICTOR FROST AND PUT HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! MJ: OH BUT RANMA CUT UP HIS SIDE TOO!! BLOOD STREAMING NOW FROM BOTH MEN!! [Victor is practically out, destroyed as he lays in the glass pieces and shards, the electric crowd cheering like crazy. Ranma drops to his knees, panting as blood runs down from puncture holes in his back. The audience is cheering like crazy but neither man can distinguish beyond the blaring pain wracking through their half-broken bodies.] MJ: This is for the finals, to see who will advance and I believe that Before and After imagery invoked at the start of the match, will prove to be very accurate by the time the final bell rings. BJ: Completely. What pushes two human beings to do this to each other, for the love of money, competition? A fighting spirit? Whatever it is this is what makes these two athletes among the very pinnacle of this great sport. Whoever goes on to win definitely deserves to where the crown as King of the Crimson Sun. MJ: No doubt about it- RANMA getting up!? Unbelievable!! [Kurotsuki begins to stand, legs shaking under him as the fans are roaring, impressed with his endurance and resiliency. His back carved up from countless razor wire lacerations, Ranma takes the razor wire saw horse and drags it over top of "Violent" Victor Frost. He heads for the turnbuckles, as the audience rises to their feet. Sweat and blood running down his face, Kurotsuki stands tall and jumps to double stomp the board and wires straight into Frost's chest!!] [HUUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] BJ: DOUBLE STOMPED THE SAW HORSE INTO FROST!! AND VICTOR IN AGONY!!! MJ: RANMA taking things to the extreme! Oh he is possessed to win this match! But anyone who knows him and has followed his much storied career, knows exactly what this man is made of! BJ: Winding that man over, Ranma now dragging Frost through the glass and clinching in the reverse Indian death lock! Pulls up on the arms and foot in the back- STOMPS THE BOTTLE BUSTER INTO THE GLASS!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: FROST WITH A FACE FULL OF GLASS! [Victor raises his head, glass pieces sticking out, as bits slide off as his blood drains through the mat. Frost collapses, and Ranma takes his wrist, dropping to drag Frost halfway out of the ring. He searches under the ring apron cover, pulling up as he drags out the wooden table! Stepping back, Ranma wipes the oil off his hands and places the table up against the barbed wire cell. Kyra Braddock has a lighter on the outside and she shouts to her mentor. Ranma nods and pulling Frost out hooks his head, Victor's legs holding him to the apron and Ranma hits the DDT into the floor!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] BJ: FROST smashed into the floor and now Ranma looking for the kill! He is dragging the man to his feet! And Kyra- KYRA SETTING THE TABLE ON FIRE!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: RANMA THROWING VICTOR INTO THE BURNING TABLE!!! NO!! FROST HAS A LEG UP!! BJ: FROST WITH THE WAISTBAND AND YANKING RANMA RIGHT INTO THE FLAMES!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: RANMA WITH HIS HANDS UP TO CATCH HIMSELF! BURNING HIS HANDS!! BJ: KUROTSUKI BURNING HIMSELF! AND VICTOR FROM BEHIND REAR WAISTLOCK CLAMPED IN! PULLS HIM AWAY! AND RANMA HIT FROST WITH THE BACK ELBOW STRIKE!! MJ: VICTOR STAGGERING! OH RANMA HAS GLASS IN HIS ARM! BJ: KUROTSUKI WITH THE HIGH KICK NOOOOO! FROST CAUGHT HIM! MJ: LEG CAPTURE SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!!!! ****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHH!!!!***** [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: OH THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH IT!! AND THEY HAVE GOT TO BE PRACTICALLY DEAD! BJ: SOMEONE MAY WANT TO END THIS MATCH! FOR THE SAFETY OF THESE TWO WRESTLERS!! MJ: INSANE THE WAY THESE GUYS HAVE JUST TORN INTO EACH OTHER!! [Frost's leg kicks out, twitching and lays still. Ranma Kurotsuki lurches to sit up... and keels over as he rolls over to lay on his face, the audience screaming out in a blazing din swimming through the sound in both men's heads. Kyra is shouting to Ranma but he can't answer, as pieces of flaming table all around them burn themselves out. Victor Frost is motionless as Tokyo stands to their feet, giving up a rousing cheer to applaud the efforts of both men.] BJ: And Barbed Wire Ken has got to be loving this. MJ: I would be if I was him, you have got to think, how much more can these two possibly have left? Especially in a third finals match! You could use a pushpin to take them over! BJ: This match has been sick so far and one table remaining, whoever goes through it first will be the winner, there will be no draw, there will be no judges' decision, whoever puts the other man through it first earns the win and he takes this win home. MJ: Ranma lurching up, looking like death warmed over as he is crawling around the ring, avoiding a bed of flaming coals as he goes right up and over to another glass table. Ranma looking for the kill! BJ: Oh he has got to do further damage he has Frost with two tables and looking to inflict even more pain before that Exploding Table- you have to basically murder Frost to keep him down- he now has the glass table on its side and now reaching to pull it up wait a second ALLEGRA!! [Allegra has her hands through the barbed wire to hook onto Ranma's! She pulls as hard as she can to yank him into the barbed wire cell wall! The fans are screaming in heated revulsion and Kyra charges to kick Allegra right off of Ranma! Di Baggio smashes into the railing, collapsing down the side as her hands are bleeding, Ranma turning around and Victor Frost gores him straight through the glass table!!!] ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHHH!!!!**** [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] MJ: RANMA WENT FOR THE WEAPON AND PAID THE PRICE!! BJ: AND FROST DOWN AGAIN! THAT WAS EVERYTHING HE HAD LEFT! MJ: AND THE SCORE IS EVENED UP! WHOEVER GOES THROUGH THAT EXPLODING TABLE LOSES! BJ: DOES EITHER ONE HAVE ANYTHING LEFT!?! MJ: THIS IS AMAZING!!! [After a few moments Victor pulls himself to a standing position. He looks down to see Allegra outside of the cell bleeding in a heap on the floor of Korakuen Hall. Frost then looks over at Kurotsuki laying in the mess of glass... convulsing.] BJ: Victor Frost... well on his way to evening the odds with Ranma Kurotsuki and advancing to the finals of the King of the Crimson Sun. MJ: Stay focused big guy. This is it. [Frost reaches down in to the glass and pulls out a bloodied Ranma Kurotsuki, cuts and gashes all over his battered body. Both men extremely bloody and worn, but Victor finds it in him to toss Kurotsuki over his shoulder in route to making his way up to the apron, where he continues to the middle rope, standing just over the exploding table!] [ANTICIPATION POP!] BJ: OH NO MATT! FROST SETTING UP FOR THE VIOLATOR MARK II OFF THE SECOND ROPE! MJ: THEY ARE RIGHT ABOVE THAT EXPLODING TABLE! BJ: RANMA IS IN TROUBLE! [The crowd is on their feet as Frost stands up, looking for the Samoan Drop, but Ranma counters with a knee to the side of the head. The crowd roars as Ranma fights back with knees and elbows. Desperately struggling for his tournament life.] BJ: RANMA SLIPPED OUT OF FROST'S GRASPS! RANMA ON THE TOP ROPE! "THWAP!" BJ: LETHAL KICK TO THE SKULL OF FROST! [Frost's head falls forward, his neck just dangling as Kurotsuki leaps on to his back, taking the big German's momentum forward... knees on the shoulders... "KAAAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!" .... through the exploding table..... .... face f'n first!] [MASSIVE PANTY SHAKING POP!] [DING! DING! DING!] BJ: IT'S OVER! KUROTSUKI DEFEATS FROST! MW: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND ADVANCING TO THE KING OF THE CRIMSON SUN FINALS... R A N M A K U R O T S U K I ! ! ! ! [Some black smoke fills the air as the outside referee opens the cell door and medics come rushing in to check on Frost, and Ranma. Kurotsuki shrugs off the doctors as he walks slowly past Frost, who remains in a heap on the concrete, in a pool of his own blood. Doctors hover over him, a towel covering his face. Kurotsuki eyeing him the entire time walks right past, on his way out of the cell where he lifts his arms to a pop from the Tokyo fans!] BJ: This does not look good for Victor Frost, Matt. He put on one hell of a show for these Jisatsu fans. Allot of people said this wasn't Victor's style, but I think he proved without a doubt that it is. MJ: Truly one of the best in our sport today... of any style. BJ: Our medics tending to Victor, pouring water on that towel. Fans we hope Victor is ok, and can make a speedy recovery. [Allegra's wounds seem minor compared to Frost as she now makes her way in to the cell, kneeling at the side of Frost who still hasn't regained consciousness. Ring crews have already started disassembling the steel cell as medics start the process of moving Frost to the back, surely a hospital.] BJ: Frost could have easily won this match... this tournament. He was in complete control at the end of the match and Kurotsuki just got away. MJ: I agree, and I think he would of been in better shape then "Barbed Wire" Ken and could have taken this whole tournament. But face first in to an exploding table? Nobody gets up from that! Crowd: Thank you Victor! "Clap...clap.... clap clap clap!" BJ: This capacity crowd showing Victor Frost the respect he deserves! MJ: Get well soon Frost! BJ: Our finals are set ladies and gentlemen. "Barbed Wire" Ken will battle long time friend and employer Ranma Kurotsuki in the finals! MJ: I can't wait for that. Is either guy going to have anything left!? BJ: I can't honestly answer that after what we've witness thus far. Both men are really banged up and it's going to take a lot of mental toughness to will themselves to win the trophy tonight. MJ: Two local boys! What are the odds? BJ: Jisatsu fans we're going to get the ring side area cleaned up and we'll be back with more action! [Cut to a promo for the SPW Conquest show. The hottest wrestling show on the air today! Cut back to ringside! Needed more on cards guys!] |
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| USJPSkipper | Jan 28 2010, 03:05 AM Post #3 |
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BJ: Now it's time for a SURPRISE unannounced death match, between two men who supposedly didn't want to "put their bodies through" the Hell that our other combatants are. But the officials here convinced them that this could very well STEAL THE SHOW! MJ: Beej, this is going to be epic. Blood will run in rivers, people will talk about this match in the same hushed tones that they discuss the work of Vlad the Impaler and the Mongols. This... is one for the ages. BJ: Edwin Winston IV, a man familiar with many, and a man who was attending this match as a simple fan, steps in the ring with the psychopathic albino, a man who wasn't even booked tonight, Randal Gomez... IN A TEA AND CRUMPETS DEATHMATCH! MJ: My god, I think I just came in my pants. [Ring attendants mill like angry wasps in the ring, setting up the implements of sheer bloody mayhem. The fans are abuzz (pun fully intended) as the items continue to be brought in and assembled.] BJ: They've brought out the cups and saucers! MY GOD, NOT THE TEA KETTLE! MJ: That's sterling silver of the highest quality, and HARD AS STONE! BJ: That tea kettle has barbed wire emblazoned on it! MJ: THAT'S HARDCORE! THAT'S HARDCORE! BJ: Here comes the tray, filled with crumpets of assorted flavors and devastations. MJ: I don't even think that's a word, Beej! BJ: It's the nooks and crannies that make them good. [The tea is poured into fine-bone China teacups, and steam rises...much like the anticipation of our beloved Tokyo crowd.] MJ: That tea is a scalding 103 degrees! BJ: For an albino, that's, like, a MILLION. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' KotCS Match: TEA AND CRUMPETS DEATH MATCH Participants: EDWIN WINSTON IV vs. RANDAL GOMEZ Stipulations: Anything goes. Pin or Submission only! Writer: Blottie/Phil A. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',- MW: Introducing first... [A familiar opening starts, but most fans don't know it until the lyrics kick in.] #I got a pocket, #Got a pocket full of sunshine #I got a love and I know that its all mine #Oh, oh woah #Do what you want, #But your never gonna break me, #Sticks and stone are never gonna shake me #No, oooh [Moans and groans, as the poppiest of pop songs, Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocket Full of Sunshine", is cued up to torture the fans.] MW: He hails from a residence he probably burnt down last week, but no one really cares as long as he doesn't live next door to you. He is the fire-throwing, white-skinned, emo pyromaniac... HE IS RANDAL GOMEZ! [A man steps through the curtain with an amount of white makeup on his face that would make Bozo the Clown break-out in zits, a rastafarian wig that has been dyed white just for this occasion, and a candle that he stares at lovingly as if any moment now he's going to make sweet, sweet love to that fickle flame. The crowd, meanwhile, still must suffer through his entrance music.] #Take me away (take me away) #A secret place (a secret place) #A sweet escape (a sweet escape) #Take me away (take me away) #Take me away (take me away) #To better days (to better days) #Take me away (take me away) #A higher place (a higher place) ["Randal Gomez" makes his way to the ring, the song driving everyone just a little bit insane. Suddenly, the candle goes out. "Randal" looks devastated for a moment, sets the candle down mournfully, stares at the extinguished flame for a moment... THEN THROWS A FIREBALL, RELIGHTING THE CANDLE!] BJ: This may be the most hardcore entrance I've ever seen. MJ: He might have burnt the tips of his fingers there, Beej! [Finally, after the song has sunk it's sickly claws into the minds of every wrestling fan in attendance, to the point that they may not get the song out of their heads for HOURS, "Randal" hands his candle off to a ring attendant, who is told to make sure that the flame stays lit... forever. The albino-imposter slides into the ring, rubbing a little bit of white into the mat, climbs to his feet, and waves solemnly at the only love he has only known, the fire being placed gently down on a table at ringside.] BJ: I think we all have learned a harrowing lesson in love tonight. MJ: Yes. Love burns like herpes. BJ: That was just a rumor. We have no idea if Randal Gomez has herpes. MJ: The Valtrex in his bag makes me think otherwise. MW: And his opponent...the original 'Red Collar Worker'... [The strains of a legendary, epic song play through the hallowed halls of Korakuen...one that actually elicits cheers from the crowd. What kind of song could have such an impact? Is it Orff's "Carmina Burana"? Perhaps something by White Zombie or Metallica? Oh no, dear children. Behold the awesome...that is... "Because It's Midnite"...by LIMOZEEN~!] #Walkin' the streets #I got a feelin' #It's leather-tough #You better believe it #Wakin' up late #Asleep in the gutter #Breakin' the chains! You'd better cut me some [The curtain parts and an open-topped, Shriner-sized limousine putts its way from the back. Sitting in the back, waving to the crowd is a portly man in a black t-shirt with a tuxedo jacket airbrushed on the front. He appears to be smoking the foulest looking Cuban cigar in the history of Cubanos.] #Heart of a lion #And the wings of a bat #Because it's midnite! #Got the heart of a lion #And the wings of a bat #Because it's midnite! MW: He hails from atop a pile of money, where he looks down on you in scorn, ladies and gentlemen... EDWIN WINSTON THE FOOOOOUUUURTH! [The shriner-limo driver (a chimp wearing a t-shirt reading "CORPRIT LEVRIGE") ooks at his passenger as they pull up to the ring. "Edwin" steps up and out of the mini-car and slips the chimp a banana. The chimp drives his little clown car backstage, and our Million Dollar Moron begins climbing the ring steps. He pauses for breath halfway up, clutching at his back.] MJ: Looks like Edwin trained hard for this match-up, Beej. I don't think I've ever seen him in this kind of shape. BJ: He does seem to have (ahem) rounded out his skillset somewhat... [Finally, Edwin makes it into the ring, slumping heavily in a chair. He takes a dainty swatch of silk from his pants pocket and dabs at the river of perspiration on his forehead.] RG: Pip, pip, Cheery-oh, cheery-oh. Would you like a spot of tea? EW4: Why that sounds absolutely lovely. [Edwin lifts the cup of tea to his pursed lips.] BJ: Look at Edwin's form! His pinky is extended perfectly for sipping! [After taking a sip, he motions to Randal. The "crazed albino" blows into the tea, cooling it so it doesn't chap his heat-sensitive lips. Randal is about to take a sip, then remembers his manners, and extends his pinky.] EW4: Good show, chap! [The tea sipped, the two move on to the pastry portion of THE MOST DANGEROUS DEATHMATCH OF THEM ALL~!] EW4: Please, do enjoy yourself a wonderous pastry. I had them imported from Kuala Lumpur. They are the finest crumpets you shall ever place upon your lips. RG: Why thank you. You are a gentleman and a scholar. BJ: Good manners matter in deathmatches. MJ: I do love my deathmatches to be civil affairs. [Taking a moment to check his options, Randal decides on a rather plump crumpet. He looks at it longingly, raises it to his lips, and slides it into his mouth.] MJ: This isn't the first time Randal has handled a pastry! BJ: I'm sure Randal has had many a strudel in his mouth. [Edwin goes to pick up his own crumpet, when Randal suddenly bursts out.] RG: WHAT IS THAT?! [Distracted, Edwin, looks at where Randal is pointing, allowing the "crazed albino" to switch out his normal pastry with a much more devious one.] EW4: I didn't see it. RG: It was an unladen swallow. EW4: I wonder what it's air speed velocity was? [Edwin takes a bite of the FOUL, DISGUSTING, EVIL crumpet, and immediately grabs his throat.] EW4: Wha... what was... in... that?! RG: Peanut butter. EW4: I'M ALLERGIC! [A wicked smile crosses the lips of Randal.] RG: I know. [Edwin jumps up and throws his hands into the air with a flourish, spins on his heels, and falls to his back. He flops around like a salmon, crumpet and drool pouring out of his mouth.] ???: This... is terrible. ????: Agreed. [Cut to the sky box, where one of the voices is put to a face. Looking down on the proceedings from His position of esteem, Edmond Winston IV has a rather upset look on His face. The Billion Dollar Bastard puts down His champagne glass and turns to his right.] EW4: How about a bit of the old ultra-violence? ????: That sounds delightful. EW4: After you, Sir. [The camera pans to take in who it is that Edmond is speaking to...let alone addressing as an equal...] BJ: WHAT?! VANDAL GOMEZ IS WITH EDMOND WINSTON IV! MJ: He... he isn't supposed to be here! [The two warriors stroll from the sky box, no doubt with malice on their minds.] BJ: Oh good God... they're... they're heading our way. MJ: CLEAR THE RING! FAST! BJ: THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS COMING! [Back in the ring, unknowing of the carnage making it's way towards them, Edwin and Randal continue their skit.] RG: I have vanquished my foe, left him dead upon my mat, and thusly, and from this point forward, will be known as "The King of the Death Match". [Randal places his foot onto the still shaking "corpse" of Edwin, raises one hand eloquently, and looks down the aisle.] RG: If any man feels that he can lay claim to my newly won throne, let him speak now, or forever... [Randal's speech is interrupted by the light, airy strains of classical music...specifically, "La Gazza Ladra (The Thieving Magpie)" by Rossini. The fans initially don't know what to make of it...but when a man in a crisp white Armani suit steps out onto the runway, they begin to cheer. The cheers turn to a MEGA-HUGE, MONSTER, HOLY SHIT THE ROOF IS ABOUT TO COME OFF THIS JOINT pop when the white-suited Edmond Winston IV parts the curtain on the runway and welcomes Vandal Gomez out. "Edwin" and "Randal" suddenly leap to their feet, the fear of God in them.] BJ: Run away! MJ: THEY'RE GOING TO DIE, BEEJ! [Edmond lets Vandal go first, the crowd on their feet AGHAST at the return of the crazed albino. He looks around him, his white dreadlocks flowing longer and prouder than ever before, and after a moment of soaking in the crowd's adoration, he heads towards the ring. Edmond follows close behind, not wanting to miss any of what is about to happen.] BJ: Edmond Winston IV and Vandal Gomez are heading to the ring! These two TRUE "Kings of the Death Match" are ready to tear their imposters limb-from-limb! MJ: Two imposters that we had NOTHING to do with. BJ: Nothing at all! [Sliding into the ring on either side, Vandal and Edmond trap their imposters in the middle of the ring. The two faux-hardcore legends look like they're about to hardcore empty their bowels into their tights. Edmond slips a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a microphone.] EW4: You know Mister Gomez...there's an old saying. "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." I think that's how it goes. But that said... [Winston looks down at the cowering pair. The sharpness in His eyes matches the crispness of His white Armani suit.] EW4: I must say, I am sincerely...disappointed. [He shakes His head.] EW4: I mean, really... Mister Gomez, your impersonator's make-up is running under the heat of the lights. Or is there a different reason he's sweating so much? [Winston leans closer, His scrutinizing eye is terrifying the pair.] EW4: And Mine's not even wearing a proper suit. [Winston sighs, pressing the bridge of His nose with manicured fingertips.] EW4: We're not unreasonable men, you must understand. Mister Gomez, am I correct in My estimation that you'd be comfortable letting these two...flatterers...leave in peace so We can attempt to clean up the mess they've made of this evening's entertainment? [Winston passes the mic to Vandal.] VG: If they do it quickly. If they don't... [Vandal gets closer to his impersonator, and looks him up and down.] VG: ... I might have to eat their faces. [CANNIBALISM POP~!!!] VG: So please, leave while you can. Let the men give these fans what they actually _want_. [The two fakes are gone faster than you can say "I just crapped my pants!", leaving Vandal and Edmond alone in the ring.] VG: What do you say, Mr. Winston? I've missed the bloodshed. Shall we see how far we can go? EW4: It'd be my honor, Mister Gomez... [Winston picks up one of the china teacups, raising it high.] EW4: A toast... to mayhem, bloodshed...and violence. [Gomez lifts the other, and smiles at Winston... AND THEY CONCURRENTLY SMASH THE CUPS INTO EACH OTHER'S FACES! FACE POP!] BJ: Busted China! What a way to start this off! [Both men stammer for a moment... then charge at each other like raging bulls, raining fists down on each other, neither budging an inch.] MJ: These two are friends?! BJ: Frienemies, probably. MJ: Never say that again, Beej. [After a moment of punishing each other with right hands, Vandal pushes Edmond off, takes a step back... and just NAILS The Billion Dollar Bastard with a Yakuza kick right to the mush! Edmond doesn't go down, however, instead selling with his hands on his knees. Taking a second to collect himself, Edmond steps away... then turns and delivers a massive Yakuza of his own! This time it's Vandal's turn to absorb the punishment and do his best to stay upright.] BJ: Those kicks barely fazed either of these combatants. MJ: They probably have hookers kick them like that for an extra fiver! [Realizing that the kicks aren't going to work, both men go face-to-face, nose-to-nose, and jaw with each other. A hard forearm to the jaw from Edmond is answered by the same from Vandal. Two more each, and both men again break, staring at each other, wondering who is going to give first.] BJ: I have a feeling that this is going to be back-and-forth from bell-to-bell. MJ: I have a feeling that these two are completely off their freakin' rockers. [Suddenly, something unexpected happens. The two men... lockup? Quickly, Vandal arm drags Edmond down. Edmond answers with his own arm drag. A Japanese arm drag from Vandal. Now one from Edmond! Vandal is up, charges at Edmond, which Edmond sidesteps and pushes off on. Winston goes for the clothesline, but Vandal ducks, and comes FLYING back with a cross chop! EW4 is only down for a second, however, and is quickly on his feet and delivering a BEAUTIFUL dropkick right on the point of Vandal's chin. Both men rush to their feet and square off, much to the fans appreciation.] MJ: Chain-wrestling?! Who swapped out our normal death match psychopaths for ring generals? BJ: It's certainly not typical, but these two _can_ go without implements of destruction if they need to. [Seeing the psychotically violent pair actually wrestling as opposed to hitting each other with dangerous objects, a referee actually deigns to scoot his way to ringside. His timing is good, as Vandal and Winston lock up once more, this time the albino presses the advantage, forcing Edmond to a corner.] BJ: And the odds of getting a clean break from Vandal as the referee starts his count are... _SMMMAAACK!_ MJ: Slim to none, Beej. [The crowd 'ooohs' at the vicious slap Vandal lays across Winston's face. The shot seems to light a fire under the Billionaire, who grabs Vandal Gomez, twists, and puts him in the corner, winding up...] _SMMMAAACK!_ [UUWAAAAAH!] BJ: A Knife-Edge Chop from Winston! _SMMMAAACK!_ [UUWAAAAAH!] BJ: And another! Vandal's got to be feeling those, Matt! MJ: Well yeah, he's an albino. Poor choice not wearing a shirt to the ring. Edmond's an opportunistic bastard, everyone knows that. It's why they love him. [Edmond drives an elbow into Vandal's face, then scoops him up while he's reeling, and slams him down to the mat with authority. A leg drop across the throat later, and Edmond Winston IV is lazily pinning his opponent. The referee isn't even in position to count a 'one' before Vandal has kicked out.] BJ: First pin attempt of the match comes way too early. Vandal Gomez is nowhere near being out of commission yet. [Winston takes hold of the head of Vandal Gomez as he pulls him to his feet, only to take a few shots to the midsection! The albino hooks his arms around Edmond's waist and delivers a surprise Gutwrench Suplex that seemingly comes out of nowhere!] BJ: Gomez may be able to turn the tide in his favor here... [With Edmond starting to sit up, Vandal quickly hits the ropes... and EXPLODES off them with a flying elbow strike to the seated Winston! Another cover doesn't even necessitate a count as Edmond kicks out easily.] MJ: Man, Vandal NAILED that elbow spot-on the chin, and still Winston kicked out before even a one. BJ: Both of these men are tough as nails, and it's going to take a LOT to get them to stay down. [Now Vandal goes to lift up Edmond, only to receive a few shots to the gut. But instead of leading to Winston getting off an offensive move, Vandal BITES Edmond right on the nose! CRAZY ALBINO IS HUNGRY POP~!] MJ: HERE WE GO, BEEJ! BJ: It was only a matter of time before these two men would start going for blood! [Shoving Vandal off, Edmond scrambles to his feet, clutching his face. Stalking Winston, Vandal awaits the Billion Dollar Bastard's ascent to his feet... only to get caught with a boot to the gut just as soon as Winston gets there. A hard knee lift rocks the albino psychopath, and a STIFF head butt drops Vandal to his knees. Enzuigiri from Edmond puts Vandal on dream street! BJ: Running knee strike right to the face just BLITZES Vandal Gomez down to the mat! MJ: Which EW4 follows with a cover! [SLAP!] ONE! [Kick out, with authority.] BJ: First actual count of the match is in Edmond Winston IV's favor. MJ: And all is right with the world! [Undaunted, Winston brings Vandal to his feet. The crazed albino goes for a quick short-arm Clothesline, but Edmond ducks it! He reaches out and snags Vandal's free hand, taking him down with a Single-Arm DDT!] BJ: Serious impact from the Winston-Salem native as he spikes Vandal Gomez's head to the mat...and look at this! He's maintained the hold and flowed through into a Short Arm Scissors?! MJ: He's actually wrestling...check the moon for blood Beej...it's the goddamn Apocalypse! BJ: Well apparently that combination is one of Edmond Winston IV's trademarks...he calls it the "No More Mister Nice Guy"...this could be a sign that Edmond's through toying with Vandal Gomez... [With Edmond's leg so close to the face of the cannibalistic Vandal, it presents too tempting a target for Gomez to resist. He sinks his teeth in, drawing not only the referee's admonition but howls of pain from the Billionaire!] BJ: Well, that's one way to escape a hold, Matt! [Little spots of red seep through Winston's pant leg where he was bitten. He limps slightly, taking a moment to check his leg as Gomez tries to shake some life back into his arm. Vandal advances on Winston, who raises a pausing hand. The Billion Dollar Bastard reaches into his pocket, causing Vandal to take a defensive step back...only to chuckle as EW4 pulls out a cell phone. He dials a number quickly, and the camera picks up his voice...] EW4: Bring me out something to work with. I don't care what it is, anything! Well, get something for Vandal, too. Fair is fair. BJ: Vandal's reaching into his own pocket? MJ: Albinos can't use cell phones! [Confused, Winston wonders what is up... _WHHHUMP!_ and is caught in the jaw with a brutally stiff right hand! EW4 drops in a heap, and Gomez opens his hand. Glittering, familiar bits of metal fall from his pale white hand, landing on Winston's back.] BJ: He just laid Winston out with a roll of quarters! VG: I use payphones. [With Winston now down, Vandal initially looks like he's about to go for a pin. But then something catches his eye. A duo coming down to the ring, two garbage cans full of PLUNDAH~! in hand. They set the cans down, pull out a steel chair from one and a Singapore cane from the other, and slide them into the ring. The pin is forgotten, as Vandal grabs the rattan cane and holds it above his head for the crowd to admire. The crowd, finally about to see the beginning of their "death match", roars with their approval.] BJ: Oh boy, psycho with a cane! MJ: Edmond is prone and wide-open to anything Vandal wants to do to him! Which, knowing Vandal, will involve that phallic cane going into bad places! BJ: MATT! MJ: What?! I was talking about his skull! [Turning towards Edmond, Vandal raises the cane... _WHHHHHHHHAAAAAAP!_ ... then brings it down heavily across the Billion Dollar Bastard's chest. A look of shock and pain fills the face of Winston, as he rolls to his stomach and attempts to crawl away.] _WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP!_ BJ: RAPID FIRE CANE SHOTS! MJ: Winston's back is splitting open like a ripe melon! [Trapped in the corner, Winston rolls to his back and holds up his hands. A sick smile crosses Vandal's lips, and the cane is raised high up, ready to deliver the "deathblow". But Vandal delays just a little too long...] MJ: RIGHT IN THE JIMMY! [... allowing Winston to kick upwards, driving Vandal's testicles somewhere between his throat and his eyes. Speaking of eyes, Vandal's are almost out of his skull, as Vandal drops the cane, turns, and collapses to his knees.] BJ: The referee admonishing Edmond Winston, but it's a death match, so it's not like there is about to be a disqualification. This is giving Edmond plenty of time to recover and mount his own offense. MJ: Now Winston has that cane! [Not waiting, not pandering to the crowd, Edmond sets himself...] _WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!_ [... and attempts to hit Vandal's head into the bleachers, Hank Aaron-style!] BJ: WICKED SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MJ: He might have knocked Vandal clean out with that shot! BJ: He's not done, though, Mike! [The cane still in hand, Edmond pulls Vandal up to his feet, then wraps the cane across Vandal's throat.] BJ: White Russian Leg Sweep? [Nope, sorry Beej, but you're dead wrong on this one. Instead, Winston wraps the cane tight, and SUPLEXES Vandal up and over, down onto the back of his head and neck.] MJ: CANE-ASSISTED BACKDROP SUPLEX! VANDAL'S NECK IS BROKE IN HALF! BJ: COVER! _SLAP!_ ONE! _SLAP!_ TWO! BJ: Kick out at two! [Gomez clutches at his neck in pain, but Edmond Winston IV gives him something else to scream about... ...when he leans in and begins biting Gomez's forehead!] MJ: Trademark infringement! TRADEMARK INFRINGEMENT! BJ: Edmond Winston IV opening up those wounds on Vandal Gomez's head with his own teeth! MJ: Normally I'd say Vandal should sue, but it's Winston. Vandal would lose the suit, his shirt, and just about everything else he owns. [The crowd loves the savagery, especially when EW4 yanks a particularly large piece of busted china out of Vandal's head and spits it bloodily into the crowd!] BJ: Winston doing Vandal a favor by getting some of that fine-bone china out of his skull...but he's getting his suit all bloody in the process. MJ: I think I saw a spurt! BJ: Yes, one would think Vandal would be used to that by now. [Rising from his foe, Winston grinds his heel into Vandal's head once more before stomping over to one of the cans, removing a long slender object with great reverence...the crowd buzzes in anticipation as they see what wonder Winston holds...] BJ: Is that a nine iron?! MJ: Looks like it, Beej. [Dabbing some of the blood out of his eyes with his sleeve, Winston takes a moment to admire his titanium treasure...then drives it butt-first into Vandal's ribcage! When the albino spasms and clutches at his ribs in pain, Winston takes the opportunity to haul the man to his feet, scoop him up, and dump him unceremoniously upside down in the nearby corner!] MJ: Uh oh. [Winston laces Vandal's ankles around the top turnbuckle...] BJ: Edmond's got him in the Tree of Woe, Matt! MJ: That's not a Tree of Woe, Beej... [You can almost hear the hushed golf commentator whispering, "Now Edmond's making his approach..."] EW4: FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE! _TTTHHWWWAAACCKKK!_ VG: AAAAAUUUGGHH!! MJ: That's a TEE OF WOE! [Winston's swing with the club is perfect and precise...and if his opponent had not had the wherewithal to protect his face with his hands, it's quite possible the match would be over. Still, getting hit in fragile albino hands with a savagely swung golf club is no walk in the park... Vandal collapses to the mat, clutching at his injured fingers.] BJ: Thank God Vandal got his hands up, or else the front row would be scraping pieces of his skull out of their hair. MJ: Geez, graphic enough? [Satisfied with his work, Edmond leans on the golf club handle-down, smiling and waving at the crowd. The distraction leaves him unaware of the furious, rising albino to the side of him.] MJ: OH SHI... [Taking advantage of Edmond's pompous posturing, Vandal catches him off-guard, grabs him around the back of the neck, and falls backwards...] BJ: GOOD LORD! [... pulling Winston's throat down across the head of the club!] MJ: Edmond Winston's esophagus might have been crushed! Get a medic! [But there will be no medic, as Vandal reaches down into one of the garbage cans...] BJ: GET A TASER! [... and pulls a sickle out of the can! SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL POP!] BJ: Edmond Winston is gasping for air! He has no clue what Vandal has in his hands! MJ: He's about to find out! [Standing above Winston, waiting patiently, Vandal picks his spot. He takes it as Winston turns towards him, still clutching his throat, and DRIVES the point of the sickle straight into Winston's forehead. Edmond falls back and then rolls over onto his stomach, covering his face quickly to avoid any other attacks, but Vandal will have NONE of that.] BJ: Vandal has a handful of Winston's hair and is pulling him back... SICKLE TO THE FACE! MJ: He let go of the hair! The only thing keeping Winston's head up is that sickle digging into his flesh! [Blood POURS out of the rapidly opening wound on Edmond's head, as screams from the females in the audience are very audible, while the sick male fans shout their approval.] VG: Tap! EW4: OH GOD... NO! VG: TAP OUT! EW4: NEVER, YOU SON OF A... OH GOD! OH GOD! ARGH! [Finally, Vandal yanks _up_ on the sickle, releasing Winston's face from the blade, but at the same time opening a DEEP gash in his forehead that covers the mat below Winston's face in seconds.] BJ: I think I might be sick. MJ: Hold on there, Beej! I have a feeling that we're just getting started. [With Winston bleeding out like a stuck pig, the albino monster slides out of the ring, viciously lifts the ringside apron...] MJ: Get ready to be sick, Beej! [... and pulls out a barbed-wire board from under the ring. The board is slid into the ring, followed by Vandal rolling in. The bloodlust setting in, Vandal sets the board up into the corner, then sets his sights on Edmond Winston IV.] BJ: Oh no... oh no... [Shoving the blood-soaked Winston into the far corner, Vandal sets him up, and Irish whips him... REVERSAL!] BJ: OH NOOOOO! [But Vandal stops _just_ short of going face-first into the barbed wire.] BJ: Thank God... MJ: Don't thank Him yet! [Vandal spins, and is met by fierce right hands from The Billion Dollar Bastard. Vandal stammers back, closer and closer to the board. Edmond shoves Vandal, who stops just short, but then Edmond charges...] BJ: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MJ: OH GOOD GRAVY! [... and Vandal sidesteps, shoving Edmond face-first into the barbed wire board! HOLY SHIT POP~!] BJ: He... he's not done?! [With Edmond struggling to free himself from the board, his suit and hair caught in the barbs, Vandal suddenly delivers a spinning leg sweep, causing Edmond to fall backwards, the board still stuck to his torso! Not wasting a minute, Vandal leaps...] MJ: SICK BASTARD! [... lands on the top and in one motion spins off into a twisting senton down across the board!] BJ: Winston buried under that barbed wire board, with 230 pounds of man crashing down onto him! MJ: Edmond Winston IV was 32 years old. He will be missed. [While Winston flails and screams under the board, trying desperately to pull it off of himself, Vandal Gomez takes a moment to catch his breath. He slicks the blood from his forehead back into his dreadlocks, which eagerly soak it up...as if somehow they've missed the color. He looks down coldly at his incapacitated foe, and moves to the nearby corner.] BJ: Vandal Gomez is going up top, Matt...this does not bode well for the Tobacco Scion. [Indeed, the psychotic albino points a finger to the sky as he climbs the top rope...only to bring the finger down in an accusatory point at Winston.] BJ: Listen to that crowd Matt! They want to see what Vandal's going to do here! __KKEEEE-RRUUNNCCHH!!__ [WICKED POP!] BJ: VANDAL GOMEZ JUST HIT WINSTON WITH INSTANT KARMA! MJ: Winston's own signature double foot stomp! He used it against him! BJ: He just smashed that board into the Billion Dollar Bastard with authority! Edmond Winston IV has been folded up like an accordion! MJ: Like a bloody, barbed-wire covered accordion, Beej. [Winston is a bloody mess. His suit is tacky with fresh blood. The large gash in his forehead has soaked him almost from head to toe, and the smaller pierces and cuts from the barbed wire aren't helping either. Groaning in pain, he yanks a rather large chunk of wood out of his left forearm with his teeth.] MJ: I'd like to take this moment to give a brief plug to one of our sponsors, Super Poly-Grip. If your dentures can pull wooden splinters from your arm without it, we'll give you your money back. BJ: Oh please Matt, Edmond Winston IV doesn't have dentures. You're thinking of "Vile" Vince Viper and you know it. [Vandal's grin is ecstatic as he looks at the mayhem he's created. With the board broken in half, it becomes easier to maneuver, and EW4 finally manages to pry himself loose by stripping off his suit jacket, leaving him in a tattered and bloody vest and shirt. He rolls to his stomach, getting his knees under him. All the while, Vandal Gomez watches and waits like some sort of predatory animal.] BJ: Matt, I don't get it! Why isn't Vandal moving in for the kill? MJ: Well, here's my guess. Winston's bleeding pretty badly right now. All Vandal has to do is watch him spend his energy trying to get up, which is going to open up a bunch of those wounds all over Winston, and make him bleed even more. He'll be easier to destroy once he's been drained. BJ: Vandal Gomez is not a vampire! MJ: Pale skin, obsession with blood, hasn't been seen in ages...you sure about that? BJ: Ugh, sometimes you make me wish you were never born. [Winston's legs look like they are made of rubber. Vandal all but skips over to Edmond, and bounces a stiff right hand off of the deeply bleeding forehead of the Billion Dollar Bastard.] BJ: Winston down again from that hard right hand...but give the man credit, he will not stay down! VG: Come on, Edmond...I expected more from you than this... [Winston shakily gets to his feet again, this time taking a wild swing at Gomez before crashing to the mat once more...] BJ: Vandal Gomez is just toying with Edmond Winston IV at this point. Winston's blood loss looks really severe, Matt. He's just out of it. MJ: Stubborn, but out of it. [Indeed, Winston's trying to rise once more, and this time Vandal helps bring the man to his feet. The albino cocks his fist, aiming once more for that savage wound on Winston's forehead...] BJ: NO! Blocked by Winston! [Vandal tries another shot, but it's blocked once again! The crowd is cheering loudly as Winston slowly begins to gather himself...] BJ: Another shot by Gomez is blocked, and Winston fires back! Winston on the offensive! [Edmond's punches are finding their mark, and rocking Gomez! The albino has finally had enough of this nonsense and throws a block of his own, but Winston traps the arm!] BJ: Winston looks like he's setting him up--YES! [Battered and bloody beyond belief, Edmond Winston IV gets behind Vandal Gomez and cinches in a picture perfect Cobra Clutch Sleeper! His eyes are alight with rage and exhilaration as the crowd begins cheering insanely!] BJ: BLACK TIE AFFAIR! Winston has Vandal Gomez in the Black Tie Affair! MJ: Vandal can hardly believe it! Look at the disbelief on his face! BJ: There's no way Winston's got the strength to pull off his patented Black Tie Suplex, Matt. Not after what he's been through already. [Beej, sometimes you're a goddamned clairvoyant. He doesn't have the strength to do that... __WWHHUUMMPP!!!!__ But a front Russian Leg sweep from the Cobra Clutch position, INTO the remnants of the barbed wire board? Yeah, Winston has enough strength for that.] MJ: SUCK BARBED WIRE, ALBINO! [HUGE POP!] BJ: And Winston's on top of Gomez! He's raking the man's face into the barbed wire! MJ: He shouldn't have stolen Winston's move, Beej. Instant Karma's gonna getcha, every time. [The raking turns into Winston SLAMMING Vandal's face over and over again down into the barbed wire board. Exhausted, Winston stops to breathe... then grins, his blood-stained teeth looking like something out of a horror film.] BJ: What is Edmond thinking? MJ: Whatever it is, it can't be good for Vandal. [Grabbing ahold of a chunk of Vandal's dreadlocks, Winston starts weaving the hair into the barbed wire, basically making sure that the board isn't going anywhere. A back elbow catches Winston into the breadbasket, forcing him off of Vandal, but the job is done. Struggling to get free, Vandal finds that his face is stuck against the barbed wire.] BJ: Oh my, Vandal is trapped in that barbed wire! MJ: It's not stopping him from trying to get free, Beej. [Yanking upwards, trying to tear his hair free of the barbed wire, Vandal is completely oblivious to what is coming.] BJ: Edmond hits the ropes... GOOD GOD! _CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRACK!_ MJ: RUNNING CURBSTOMP! The barbed wire is IMPLANTED into Vandal's face! [The force of the stomp has broken the piece of board free, however, allowing Vandal to stammer to his feet.] BJ: HOW IS HE UP?! _CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRACK!_ MJ: HE'S NOT UP ANYMORE! YAKUUUUUUUUZA! [A _massive_ Yakuza kick drives the barbed wire board fragment deeper into the already substantial wounds on Vandal's face, leaving his body shaking on the mat in shock.] BJ: Cover, thank God! _SLAP!_ ONE! _SLAP!_ TWO! MJ: KICKOUT! THE CRAZY BASTARD KICKED OUT! [A deep breath from Winston, who doesn't seem to be surprised by Vandal kicking out. Instead, he grabs the barbed wire board...] _RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!_ VG: ARRRRRRRRRGH! [... and TEARS it off of Vandal's face, taking with it several dreadlocks.] BJ: Sick, sick, SICK! Edmond almost SKINNED Vandal Gomez! MJ: What's good enough for the Injuns is good enough for a Billionare! BJ: Beads and plague blankets? MJ: Don't give Edmond any ideas. He's already looking for more implements to use on Vandal. [Rummaging through one of the garbage cans, Winston finds a toaster. He picks it up, wraps the cord around his wrist, and grips it within the bread slots.] BJ: Jesus! [Blinded by the blood, Vandal continually rubs at his eyes, trying to clear his vision. Just as his vision is getting clear...] _CLANG!_ [... he narrowly avoids a right hand full of toaster, the blow glances off of his shoulder. Vandal roars in pain and anger...] MJ: CRAZY ALBINOOOOOOOOOOO! [... and SPEARS Winston into next week, the toaster sailing out of the ring and smashing against the guardrail at ringside.] BJ: Vandal's _very_ lucky that he avoided that toaster shot, and Winston ends up paying for his miscalculation! Now Vandal is looking for loot. MJ: He's not looking, Beej, he FOUND! [The chair tossed into the ring earlier has found it's way into Vandal's hands, and he sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then grabs a fragment of the barbed wire board, and places it onto the chair.] BJ: This isn't going to be pretty! MJ: Like any of this match has been "pretty"! BJ: Vandal with the Irish whip on Winston... DROP TOE... NO! Winston saw that move coming and dove over the leg lace! [The crazed albino scrambles to his feet, shocked that he missed the drop toe hold...] MJ: SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARRRRRR! BJ: THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! [... and totally gets destroyed by a SAILING Edmond Winston IV, the spear connecting so close to the ropes that both men fly out to the floor and crumple into a pile on the ground.] BJ: Neither man got the best of that! MJ: Ummm... is Winston... making another call?! [Why yes, Matt, yes he is. He murmurs something into the phone, the rest of his body not at all moving. But when he recovers, he clearly has something in mind.] BJ: Oh... oh no. MJ: SPIDER-WEBBED BARBED WIRE! [That's right! Edmond's servants bring out a sheet of spider-webbed barbed wire, not attached to anything. OH NO HE DIN'IN POP!] BJ: Edmond is pulling himself up using the ring apron. He looks almost dead. MJ: He isn't coming alone! Vandal is trying to get up as well, using the guardrail! BJ: But look at Vandal's eyes! They are rolled into the back of his head. He is damn near a walking corpse! MJ: ZOMBIE ALBINO! [Coughing violently, Edmond sees the attendants arrive at ringside, and directs them to just hold the barbed wire up. He pushes off the ring, grabs Vandal...] BJ: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [... and THROWS him into the barbed wire! "Luckily", Vandal is able to turn around and takes the barbed wire into his back, not his face. He still howls as the barbs pierce his flesh...] MJ: RUN AWAY! [... then suddenly lunges out at Edmond, wrapping the barbed wire around both of them tight!] BJ: My... my God. These two men are wrapped in a barbed wire cocoon! MJ: They're both struggling against each other, but neither man can do anything! The barbs are sticking them together like glue. [Then they both figure out what they can do.] BJ: HEADBUTTS! REPEATED HEADBUTTS BY BOTH MEN! MJ: God, they're BLASTING each other! [Trapped in the hellish barbs, slamming their skulls repeatedly against each other with hollow thunks, Vandal and Edmond walk around the ring, letting every fan bask in the insanity that is occurring. As they wander... they laugh.] BJ: Oh my God. They like it. Mattymatt, I think they like it. MJ: Yeah, that vomiting thing? I think you had the right idea. I might join you. [Finally, Edmond delivers a coup de grace, a head butt so hard that it ECHOES through the building. Both men collapse on the floor, unconscious, barbed wire slicing through their flesh like butter.] BJ: CALL THE DAMN MATCH! MJ: Ugh... this one has got to be over. [The referee, seeing the severity of the situation, calls to the back for help. It takes a moment, but several men rush from the backstage area, one of them carrying wire-cutters. Slowly, they begin to unravel the mess that is the bodies of Vandal Gomez and Edmond Winston IV.] BJ: Both of these men gave these fans what they wanted, a sure-to-be classic death match. But at what cost? MJ: I'll be shocked if they are eating solid foods tomorrow. [The barbed wire removed, the men start to rouse. The officials try to keep them stationary, explaining that paramedics are on their way, that the match is over. The idea of the match being over is what seems to incense them. Both men slowly pull themselves up, both using officials to do so.] BJ: No. Don't do this to yourselves! MJ: Stay the hell down! [But they are adamant, and they are pissed. Barely able to stand, Vandal and Edmond collapse against each other, looking at each other with determination and anger. Weak right hands give way to stronger ones. The crowd roars its approval. Now the two men are out-and-out brawling up the ramp, forgetting their injuries, forgetting their blood loss. All that matters is that this match _must_ end with one of them the victor.] BJ: This is insane! There is no way they should be able to do this! No way! MJ: We might very well have a real death in our death matches tonight! These two refuse to give up until the other one stops moving! BJ: God help us all. [The grins on the faces of the two men are the kind a shaman would experience while in the throes of a drug-addled religious hysteria. Both Edmond Winston IV and Vandal Gomez are ecstatic as they lay fist after fist into one another. For a moment, Winston takes the upper hand with a cruel shot to Vandal's throat...just long enough for the Billion Dollar Bastard to direct traffic again.] MJ: What in the Hell are his attendants doing now? BJ: Winston and Gomez are up on the ramp way...dear sweet lord! [The fans jaws drop in collective shock as Edmond Winston IV's ring attendants wheel out a massive rack of light tubes. Winston drops to a knee, and is handed one of the tubes from an attendant under the rampway.] MJ: Not good, Beej...not goo-- __SSMMAASSHH!!__ [In an explosion of white shards, Edmond Winston IV busts a light tube over the head of Vandal Gomez! Blood and glass fly in all directions, and even Winston reels from the blow!] BJ: MY GOD! [Winston gathers his senses first, and snatches up a second light tube from his little helpers!] BJ: THIS IS JUST UNCALLED FO-- __SSMMAASSHH!!__ MJ: HE HIT HIM AGAIN! BJ: But Vandal hasn't left his fee--LOOK OUT! [An enraged Vandal Gomez puts thoughts of strategy and survival aside. Running on pure instinct, he lunges forward and tackles Edmond Winston IV off the ramp way! Winston, not willing to meet his fate alone, clings to Vandal for dear life as they plummet... ____KKKAAA-SSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!!!!____ HUGE POP!] BJ: VANDAL AND WINSTON JUST WENT THROUGH THE LIGHT TUBES! MJ: JESUS! [The attendants are knocked clear as glass and light tubes fly in all directions. Surprisingly enough, some of the tubes even remain intact. The crowd has lost its mind at this point.] BJ: It's bedlam here in Korakuen Hall! Two men who aren't even in the King of the Crimson Sun Tournament are beating the very lifeblood out of one another... MJ: ...Just for the Hell of it! I've seen some sick bastards in my time Beej, but never ones as purely motivated by mindless violence as these two men. BJ: And you love it. MJ: YOU'RE GOD DAMNED RIGHT I DO! [Vandal Gomez has Winston in a precarious position... ...no, precarious isn't a strong enough word. "Potentially lethal" is a better descriptor. He is riding Winston's back, choking the life out of him with a fluorescent light tube.] BJ: WILL SOMEBODY STOP THE DAMNED MATCH! [Gomez seems to be trying to, but Winston won't stop struggling and squirming. Both of them are riddled with glass and soaked in blood, and Winston's lights are fading... Lights...funny thing about that tube Winston's being choked with...they're mighty fragile... ___SSMMMAAASSHHH!!___] BJ: NO! OH MY GOD! MJ: MEDIC! [The light tube SHATTERS against Winston's throat, causing him to recoil and clutch at his neck while reaching new heights of volume with his strangled screams. The referee is the first one at Winston's side as the crowd's shock is evident by their horrified silence.] BJ: (stunned) ...my GOD... what has Vandal Gomez done? MJ: That was...horrific. [Winston's panic is evident as the referee checks him over.] BJ: Vandal Gomez has gone too far, Matt. He almost slashed Winston's throat from ear to ear. MJ: People may not like Edmond Winston IV as a businessman, a wrestler, or a human being, but I don't think there are many who would actually want to literally see his throat cut. [The ref talks to Winston, and to the EMTs who arrive quickly on the scene.] BJ: It looks like it could have been a lot worse, Matt... [The referee mouths a question to Winston, who shakes his head and tries to rise!] MJ: Holy crap...he's not throwing in the towel, even after that?! BJ: Give this man credit, Matt. He makes more money in a year than you or I would in a lifetime, and still he has the guts to stand up and fight. He doesn't have to be out here tonight! He wasn't even in the tournament! He was just a happy spectator enjoying the show! He made one hell of a ballsy choice! [Vandal looks down in surprise at the rising Winston, and nods his head as if to say "Well, if that's the way you want it, and advances once more on the Billion Dollar Bastard!] BJ: I am just stunned, Matt...they're STILL going after one another? When's it going to be enough?! [Winston answers the question for everyone...when he buries a large shard of broken light tube in the meat of Vandal Gomez's shoulder!] VG: AAAAUUUUGGGHH!! [Quickly pulling away, blood SQUIRTS out of Vandal's shoulder, hitting Edmond in the chest. Even Edmond is a bit sickened by that, and allows Vandal to start retreating down the aisle, towards the ring.] BJ: Vandal is... running away? MJ: Dude, he just got stabbed in the shoulder with a light tube and it sprayed like a cat in heat. Even crazed albinos know that that isn't good. [Realizing that he has Vandal on the run, Edmond starts following him, the broken shard still in his hand and ready to utilize. He gets to ringside just as Vandal slides UNDER the ring.] BJ: What the hell? MJ: OK, hiding is a bit pussirific. GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN! BJ: Are you a man, Mike? MJ: Nope, but I'm also going to be alive at the end of the night! [Annoyed, Edmond throws up the apron to give chase...] _SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ [... and takes a GLASS COVERED HAND TO THE FACE!] BJ: MOTHER OF GOD! MJ: Folks, we visited Singapore earlier... now it's time to visit lovely TAIPEI! [Clutching his gushing shoulder with the hand not covered in glue and glass, Vandal emerges from under the ring pissed off and hurt. Edmond tries to get up...] _SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ [... but gets caught AGAIN with the glass-covered fist, this time across the back of the neck. Blood wells up quickly and violently from Winston's neck, running down his back.] BJ: Will they stop at nothing? MJ: I doubt it, Beej. [Realizing he's going to run out of real estate fast if he keeps crawling, Edmond tucks his head and rolls away from Vandal, springs to his feet, and starts looking frantically under the ring for _anything_ to stave off the monster approaching him from around the ring.] _SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!_ [Another blow, this one to the back of the head, forcing Winston to rush further away, trying his damnedest to keep his distance. Finally, he finds a chair under the ring...] _CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASH!_ [... only to have Vandal punch it away violently.] BJ: Look in Vandal's eyes. He's going to kill him. MJ: Edmond actually looks scared! [A fist flies towards Edmond's face, but Edmond somehow catches it short of smashing him directly in the nose. He tries with all of his effort to force the hand away, but Vandal pushes on, intent on finishing Winston's career in a bath of blood and glass. The fist is centimeters away... and Winston somehow finds the strength, whether through fear or adrenaline, to push the fist back towards Vandal. He shoves one last time, hard, pushing the fist against Vandal's face...] BJ: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! VG: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRRRRGH! MJ: LUNGBLOWER ONTO VANDAL'S ELBOW! He just _forced_ that glass into Vandal's own face! [Blinded by the glass and the blood, his elbow damn near destroyed by the force of Edmond's body hitting the ground, Vandal rolls into the ring screaming in pain.] BJ: He may have broken his elbow, dislocated his shoulder, hell, Vandal may have broken his damn arm with that move! MJ: Edmond has to take advantage, and fast! [As if taking Matt's advice, Edmond rolls into the ring quickly, grabs the injured elbow of Vandal Gomez... and WRENCHES back!] BJ: GROUNDED TOP WRIST-LOCK! Edmond is going for a submission in a death match! MJ: Don't be stupid, Beej. He knows he'll never make Vandal quit. But he also knows he can tear that arm apart and leave Vandal completely defenseless! [Screaming in pain, refusing to give up, blood just _pouring_ from seemingly every pore of his body, Vandal Gomez struggles with all of his might to get Edmond to release the hold. Slowly, he pulls Edmond closer and closer to the middle of the ring.] BJ: He's going the wrong way! He needs to go backwards to get a rope break! MJ: I... don't think that's what he has in mind. [Indeed, no rope breaks for Vandal. Instead, he finally makes it to the middle of the ring, where there still sits a chair. On that chair? A piece of board, covered in barbed wire. Vandal quickly grabs it, and DRIVES it into the forearm of Edmond.] EW4: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY ARM! YOU SICK BASTARD, MY ARM! [Yanking downwards, Vandal opens Edmond's forearm WIDE, causing Edmond to not only relinquish his hold, but to stagger back staring at the blood streaming down.] BJ: HE WAS TRYING TO SLIT HIS DAMN WRISTS WITH THE BARBED WIRE! MJ: Homicide is the only solution! [Winston raises a hand to Gomez as the albino advances once more, speaking quietly to him.] MJ: What's he saying, Beej? BJ: I can't tell, but that sick grin on Vandal's face is back. [Vandal nods at Winston's words, and hauls over the small table that once held pastries and a silver tray, a remnant of a 'match' that now seems eons past...] MJ: God in heaven...do I even want to know what's happening? BJ: It looks like Gomez is putting the fragment of barbed wire board on the table...what the...?! [In response, Winston piles on more chunks of the barbed wire board, looks around, and finds a few bits of spider netting to add to the table.] MJ: Craftsmen at work...this doesn't bode well for either of them... [Vandal has a gleam in his eye as he adds some more chunks of broken glass. Winston ups the ante by reaching into his pocket, pulling out his silver hip-flask...] BJ: And now Winston is pouring alcohol on the table?! MJ: Maybe he's pourin' for his homies, yo. BJ: This is Edmond Winston IV. He doesn't waste booze. And he doesn't have homies. [Winston takes a swig before pouring the rest of the flask out and tossing it into the crowd. Vandal looks at the plunder on the table, but doesn't seem to notice Winston slipping another hand into a pocket...removing a small velvet bag...] MJ: LOOK OUT VANDAL! BJ: DIAMOND DUST FROM WINSTON! [Luckily, Vandal Gomez covers his eyes before the ground up shards of diamond land in his face... ...giving him enough time to prepare a surprise of his own for Winston... ...one Winston not only sees coming...but has yet another counter for... ___FFFWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!____ ___FFFWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!____ MASSIVE POP!] MJ: _DOUBLE_ FIREBALL! BJ: AND THE TABLE IS AFLAME!! [Winston watches gleefully as Gomez staggers from the countered Fireball. He rounds behind Vandal, slipping up onto the top rope...perching like a bird of prey. Quickly, two men scramble to get fire extinguishers ready for whatever these men have planned.] BJ: Looks like Winston's setting up to Bulldog Vandal Gomez through that tab-NO! Vandal hits a Shotei that rocks the billionaire! [The crowd "uwwwaaaahhh"s loudly at the stiff shot, and they pop even louder as Vandal climbs up the ropes with Winston, planting another authoritative forearm into the Billion Dollar Bastard!] MJ: Oh my God...BEEJ! BJ: Looks like Winston's made a critical error here Matt...he's found himself in the perfect position for The 13th Sign! [Vandal tags Winston with another shot, then turns his back to his foe. He reaches back and cinches one of Edmond's arms...] BJ: He's setting it up! This could be it! MJ: Jesus...The 13th Sign?! Vandal is gonna come off the top and drag Winston with him, and forward Senton his ass through that abomination of a table! [Winston senses his end is near, and refuses to go down without a fight! With one arm already trapped by Gomez, he lashes out blindly with the other, clubbing Vandal in the back of the head! Vandal drops to the mat but hits feet first, turns himself around and comes back up the ropes to pummel the Billion Dollar Bastard with a wild haymaker...] BJ: WINSTON DUCKS! GUTWRENCH! MJ: No way...NO WAY! ______________CCCCRRRRAAAASSSSHHHH!!!!!!!!______________ BJ: THE PAY CUT! OFF THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD! MJ: HOLY MOTHER! _FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!_ [Both fire extinguishers erupt their contents onto the burning combatants, and as the smoke clears, Edmond Winston IV is lying prone across the chest of Vandal Gomez.] BJ: COVER! _SLAP!_ ONE! _SLAP!_ TWO! _SLAP!_ THREE! BJ: HE GOT HIM! WINSTON GOT HIM! MJ: AUUGHH! [The crowd ERUPTS as Winston and Gomez are both dragged out of the wreckage by EMTs and ring attendants. Both are drenched in each other's blood...breathing heavily and gasping for air...and both have the same, dreamy and blissful smile plastered on their ruined faces...even as they cough up more blood.] BJ: My God, Matt...My God! These two just laid it all out for the crowd tonight! This wasn't about tournaments or titles for either of them...just a sheer love of sickening levels of brutality! [The crowd is on its feet, applauding and cheering respectfully. The western contingent in the crowd is chanting things like "THAT WAS AWESOME!" and "BEST MATCH EVER!", while their eastern counterparts are simply cheering as loud as they can.] MJ: I don't think I've ever seen so much blood in a single match. I...wow. I know Edmond said he was taking care of everyone's medical bills tonight, but this match alone just might break his bank. [The crowd is cheering loudly....but the cheers get even louder when Vandal Gomez finds his feet and rises to his full height!] BJ: He's up! My God, he's standing after all that! [Not without help...he's leaning on an EMT for support, but there's no way in Hell he'd let a match of this magnitude go without raising the hand of his opponent...and once Edmond Winston IV has found his own rubbery-legged feet, that's exactly what he does! EARTHSHATTERING POP!] MJ: Gentlemen to the end, Beej! [Winston looks absolutely -wrecked-. His beautiful suit is practically hanging off of him in bloody shreds. Burns and cuts are everywhere...but still he has enough left to take a gracious bow to the crowd!] BJ: What a show of respect for-- ___WWHHUUMMPP!!___ [With Winston bowing down and his back turned to Gomez, it presents far too tempting a target to the albino...so he takes what's left in his gas tank to German Suplex the ever loving DAYLIGHTS out of Edmond Winston IV through the wreckage of the table!] BJ: What the?! VANDAL! MJ: Oh don't be sore Beej...Winston would have done that himself if he'd thought of it first... 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[Cut to the office of "Drifter" JD Carter, somewhere deep in the bowels of Korakuen Hall. Carter leans back in his big black leather chair, feet up on the desk, blabbing away on his cell phone. The room is empty, I'm not certain Carter even knows the camera is on.] JD: You should of seen it, it worked out to perfection. I set up a little rib on Winston, and he and Vandal who I happened to know would be here tonight came out and stole the show! [Carter listens briefly, then blabs some more.] JD: A Tea and Crumpets Death Match! Can you believe it? They hit each other with everything but the kitchen sink. [Listening.] JD: Yeah, it really was something. Like I said I wish you were here. Ken and Ranma are in the finals and they are both hungry. It should be something special. [Again Carter listens, he seems a lot more relaxed then he did earlier now that the tournament is almost at a conclusion.] JD: No they didn't wrestle yet. I know you love Sierra. Her and McBaine are up next. [As Carter listens in, suddenly a shocked look appears on his face.] JD: Who called!? [Pause.] JD: What did _he_ want? [...] JD: A business proposal? That's all he said? Did you tell him I was over in Japan for the tournament? [...] JD: If he calls back tell him I'll call him back when I get back to the States. Look I love you, and I miss you. I have to get out there and make sure the set up is going alright for the Wicker Man match. [One final pause.] JD: Bye. [Carter closes the phone and removes his feet from the desk, stands up and exits the office, slamming the door behind him on the way out as we slowly switch to ringside where Matt and BJ have been replaced by the PJG commentators.] CA: And welcome, once again to PARADISE! My name is Christina Areya, my broadcast partner this evening is Trent Munson- TM: This has been the most amazing night ever! CA: And we're joining you here at the King of the Crimson Sun to call the action in the return of Paradise Jisatsu Group! TM: Oh this is Paradise all right! CA: We're bringing you the best in Jisatsu right here! "BADEYE" MCBAINE VERSUS JACKSON KINKAID! -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' PJG Showcase Match: WICKER MAN DEATH MATCH Participants: "Bad Eye" McBaine vs. Jackson Kinkaid Stipulations: Lock your opponent inside the Wicker Casket. Writer: Mike Malaspina -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',- ## CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES ## THIS IS MY LAST RESORT [Without warning, the drums and electric guitar of Papa Roach's, "Last Resort" fills the air.] ## SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING ## I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF I CUT MY ARM BREATHING ## THIS IS MY LAST RESORT [The crowd roars immediately to life, cheering wildly!] MW: On his way to the ring... he weighs in tonight at TWO-HUNDRED and THIRTY-FIVE POUNDS... and he hails from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK... here is... JAAAAAACKSON KIIIIIINKAID!!!! [Just on cue, a man in his mid twenties steps through the curtain to the back. Dressed in a pair of worn jeans, steel toed boots and a sleeveless black T-shirt, Kinkaid pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning the crowd before him.] ## Cut my life into pieces ## I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing ## Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding ## Do you even care if I die bleeding ## If I took my life tonight, chance are that I might ## Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide CA: Jackson Kinkaid has had some epic encounters in PJG! Classic matches with Erik Grimsson, brutal encounters with "Barbed Wire" Ken and of course his battles with Kian Konga were epic! He won Wrestlebowl, he battled in the Power of Pride... [Eventually Kinkaid's eyes settle on the ring before him as a stone look overtakes him. He walks down the aisle, never allowing a fan to distract him from the chaos he's about to release for his little girl.] CA: But THIS. THIS is easily the single biggest challenge he's ever faced! ## Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind ## Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine ## Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind ## Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine [Once he reaches ringside he pulls off his T-shirt and drops it by his feet. He runs his hands over his black buzz-cut scalp as he licks his lips. He reaches up to enter the ring, but pauses suddenly. He looks to his tattooed shoulder, the name of his little girl embedded within his skin. He touches his shoulder quickly while nodding his head. With that he charges into the ring under the bottom rope. He pops up quickly and heads over to a corner where he patiently waits for the contest to being.] CROWD: JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! CA: The fans are chanting his name- [A mad cackling laugh rips through the area like a knife!] CA: :Shudder: TM: :Shudder... only it doesn't sound like he's afraid!: [The crowd goes silent. A deep mellow sound of a guitar reverberates through the arena, as a weakened voice speaks over the sound system.] #Where do I take this pain of mine #I run but it stays right by my side [Without a second more, the guitar blares to life as the Metallica's "Until it Sleeps" echoes throughout the air. A HUGE HEEL POP ignites over the jam- packed arena as more and more people yell to have their opinion heard.] #So tear me open, pour me out #The things inside that scream and shout #And the pain still hates me #So hold me until it sleeps [A camera zooms its way up the aisle finally stopping at the curtains. A hand emerges from behind the curtains and slowly begins to pull one of the curtains to the side... #Just like the curse, just like the stray #You feed it once and now it stays #Now it stays #So tear me open but beware #There's things inside without a care #And the dirt still stains me #So wash me until I'm clean [As if almost on cue, a massive figure dressed in black jeans, boots, a tank top with a face hidden behind his matted hair appears in the aisle way. A rather large eye patch can be made out beneath the hair and a litter of wounds stitched closed covers the figure's body. The masses explode in hatred for the man who looks now to end the life of their very own. Trailing along at his side looking scrumptious and yet more dangerous than a razor blade is his psychotic girlfriend, the ex-nurse Sierra Hayes.] #It grips you, so hold me #It stains you, so hold me #It hates you, so hold me #It holds you, so hold me... #Until it sleeps MW: Coming to the ring at this time... hailing from the Valley of the Blind... STANDING SIX FOOT, SIX INCHES AND WEIGHING IN A THREE HUNDRED AND TWO POUNDS... THE 'KING OF THE INDEPENDENTS'... THE 'TERROR OF GRAND ISLE'... " B A D E Y E " M c B A I N E ! [_HATE~!_] [McBaine slowly begin to make his way down to ringside as the chaos in the crowd seems to grow. Once at ringside, the one eyed warrior stops and surveys the insanity as the pro-Jackson Kinkaid crowd has literally become unglued at the hatred they have for this man. However it doesn't phase him in the least as he smiles slightly and enters the ring.] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] CA: Jackson Kinkaid looks grim and determined! TM: He has to be to survive this encounter! CA: McBaine slowly moves forward and Jackson begins to circle out of his range. [McBaine grins sadistically and Sierra Hayes screams at ring side!] CA: Kinkaid darts in and lands a punch! Doesn't phase "Bad Eye" a bit! Kinkaid avoids McBaine's grasp and circles back around the big man. McBaine shuffles to his left cutting off the ring and now Jackson is in trouble! [Kinkaid is stuck with the turnbuckles at his back and McBaine in front of him!] TM: Jackson vaults off the ropes and drives the point of his elbow into McBaine's face! CA: "Bad Eye" catches him! He bull rushes the turnbuckles and smashes Jackson! TM: OUCH! That was took the light out of his eyes! [The crowd gasps at the simple brutality of it and McBaine then falls back and flips Jackson over his head with a belly to belly Suplex!] CA: Kinkaid gasping for air and McBaine is back on him all ready! He grinds his boot into the forehead of Jackson! [Jackson gets up and tries to get away but "Bad Eye" has him slightly stunned. McBaine Irish whips Jackson into the corner and he slams hard into the turnbuckles!] CA: McBaine charges in after Jackson- OH! [FACE POP!] CA: Kinkaid gets a boot up! He rips off a drop kick! Off the ropes, flying clothesline knocks McBaine down! Jackson has the momentum and he needs to keep it going! TM: McBaine to his feet all ready and Jackson on his blind side with a chopping block! Kinkaid is going to have to fight with his head like this if he has any hope of winning. The truth is though, he's mostly known for getting by on his heart! CA: The love this man has for his daughter drives him to feats that no mere mortal could seemingly accomplish. Which is what beating "Bad Eye" McBaine falls under if you ask me! TM: No kidding! [Jackson stomps at McBaine's knees, to keep him on the mat and slides outside. He grabs a chair from the front row and tosses it into the ring. As he gets in, McBaine is on his knees.] CA: Jackson kicks McBaine from the blind side. But "Bad Eye" shrugs it off and gets to one knee! Jackson scrambles for the chair! TM: McBaine is up! Kinkaid swings the chair- *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!* [STUNNED POP!] CA: MCBAINE PUNCHES THE CHAIR IN MID-SWING AND IT CRUMPLED AROUND HIS FIST! TM: Not to mention conking Jackson on the head! ["Bad Eye" picks up the chair and unfolds it as best he can.] TM: McBaine setting something up here. CA: He pushes Jackson's head through the back of the seat and this is looking scary! [McBaine steps a couple feet to the corner and gets onto the middle turnbuckle. He aims and leaps!] *THUUUD!* [SICK POP!] CA: Elbow drop across the back of Jackson's head! TM: ...Gorgeous! He nearly took his head off! CA: McBaine- OH GOD! He lifts Jackson up and the chair is still around- *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!* CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! CA: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! With the chair wrapped around Jackson Kinkaid, McBaine just WRECKED him! ["Bad Eye" motions for the wicker man casket to be opened up.] TM: "Bad Eye" seems to think he can win it right here I guess. CA: Jackson's been down from worse than this. TM: McBaine just dragging him by the foot. [Outside the ring, a wicker casket stands upright with a good ten feet of clearance on all sides. It's strapped to a metal post that's welded to a steel plate beneath it. At the base is scattered hay. On opposite ends of the ring side are two lit torches. The referee, not bothering to even be in the ring, opens the casket and McBaine rolls out under the bottom rope. He hefts Jackson onto one shoulder with ease and walks over towards the casket. Kinkaid slowly begins to stir.] CA: "Bad Eye" taking his sweet time, possibly just toying with Kinkaid! [McBaine slings Kinkaid down onto his feet in front of the casket and... FACE POP! Jackson is broken out of his stupor, realizing where he is!] TM: What a flurry! CA: Jackson Kinkaid is all fists! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! I can't even keep count! TM: They're barely effecting McBaine though! [Jackson loads up his right hand and gives it a quick kiss and let's it rip!] CA: OH! That one got through! Jackson has DYNAMITE in his right hand! And he follows up with a low kick! [Male sympathy pop!] TM: Even "Bad Eye" is stopped short when you kick him in the balls! CA: Jackson tries to swing him around into the casket, but McBaine pulls away and gets some distance. [Sierra Hayes rushes around to check on her Blood Muffin.] TM: She's not happy! CA: No man's lover woul- Okay, well, you know what I mean! [Hayes steps between Jackson and her man! HEEL HEAT!] CA: She claws at Jackson's eyes! TM: Oh my God! [...Disappointed pop!] CA: Jackson went to smack her, but stopped himself! He glares a hole in her head and she grins and frolics away. [Kinkaid see McBaine coming and pulls back to get some room.] TM: "Bad Eye" tried to take advantage of Sierra's distraction, but Kinkaid is too wary. CA: He's smart enough to know their tricks are coming. TM: McBaine catches Jackson's big right hand this time and now he SQUEEZES! [Jackson drops to his knees in pain and "Bad Eye" grabs his left wrist and begins to crush that as well!] CA: McBaine using his strength and size advantage to pin Kinkaid in place and just punish him now. Jackson looks desperate, he tries to twist, but McBaine just stretches his arms in opposite directions! TM: Kinkaid decides to slide UNDER McBaine! CA: But "Bad Eye" isn't having that! He yanks Jackson up off the ground! Kinkaid with a low kick AGAIN! [McBaine loses his grip and doubles over!] TM: He's found Achille's Tendon! CA: More like Achille's Crotch. [Jackson reaches under the ring and comes back with a...] CA: Wicker cane! *CRAAAACK!* TM: He smacks McBaine in the ribs with it! Now he puts it across his throat and hits a Russian leg sweep on the outside! Sick! [There's all kinds of broken glass and thumbtacks leftover from earlier in the night down there and both men come up with oozing scrapes. Only Jackson is on his feet and McBaine is sitting hunched over and holding his head.] *CRAAAAAAAACK!* CA: Jackson unleashes on McBaine's back! *CRAAAAAAAACK!* *CRAAAAAAAACK!* CA: To the head! *CRAAAAAAAACK!* *CRAAAAAAAACK!* *CRAAAAAAAACK!* *CRAAAAAAAACK!* CA: The neck! The face! The chest! McBaine on his back now! Jackson has really worked him over with the cane! It's starting to splinter! What's he doing now...? OH! [FIRE POP!] TM: Jackson is trying to set the end of the wicker cane on fire with the torch! [Sierra Hayes comes running over and knocks the cane out of Jackson's hands!] CA: Sierra again protecting her man! Clawing at Kinkaid's eyes aga- NO! *SLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!* CA: Jackson Kinkaid slapped the TASTE out of her mouth! [You Done Fucked Up POP!] TM: McBaine just BOLTED up right and any pain he's got, he's not feeling it! Not right now! CA: Kinkaid ducks behind McBaine as he charges! Kick to the knee, McBaine spins on him and Jackson dives into the ring! TM: McBaine stops and catches himself before following him in. "Bad Eye" regaining his composure- CA: Or maybe the pain hit him again! TM: He checks on Hayes and she yells at him to tear Jackson's teeth out! ...What a beautiful thought! CA: God you're sick, Trent. ["Bad Eye" now takes his time climbing up the steps and stepping out onto the middle of the apron. He throws a leg between the top and middle ropes and ducks in as quick as he can.] CA: Like a shot, Jackson is on top of McBaine! McBaine weathering the punches and stands, but Jackson whips him across the ring! [Kinkaid turns and springboards off the ropes and flies backwards!] TM: Kinkaid takes to the air! *FLASHBULBS!* CA: CORKSCREW DOUBLE LEG LARIAT! [The audience gives a huge TWISTY ACROBATIC MOVE POP!] TM: Kinkaid looks fired up! CA: He's feeding on the crowd's reaction, adrenaline, the thought of his daughter... This is the heart of Jackson Kinkaid! *CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKK!* TM: His heart is brutal! I love it! CA: Jackson getting some revenge and smashes McBaine across the skull with the twisted remains of that chair. Now he's jabbing him with one of the bent legs! [Kinkaid places the leg in the center of McBaine's neck and begins to lean into it, choking the monster!] TM: Sierra Hayes does not look happy, but her cheek is still burning red... She's so pretty... CA: If you stuck your penis in half the women you thought were hot, you'd have lost it by now. And I don't mean to disease! [McBaine rolls out from under the chair. Jackson tosses it down and kicks McBaine in the head, then the neck, the back and stomps his knee. He repositions him near the corner and climbs outside the ring and up to the top rope.] CA: Jackson coming off the top rope! [HIGH FLYING POP!] TM: McBaine moves! *THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!* CA: Jackson crash lands on the somersault leg drop! McBaine getting to his feet and Sierra shouting for him! [McBaine clears the cobwebs and crawls over to Hayes. She stretches up on her tip toes and gives him a kiss, before handing him the cane!] TM: Turn about is a bitch! CA: I thought it was fair play? TM: No, it's a bitch! [McBaine lifts Kinkaid's chin to the end of the cane, until Jackson is looking up at him and then McBaine quickly pulls back and...] *CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!* CA: And the cane splintering across Jackson's face just gave him a huge gash across his left cheek! [MAJOR BLOODTHIRST POP!] TM: I just love that shade of red! CA: McBaine drops a knee to the back of Jackson's head. He lifts him up and whips him into the corner, coming right behind him! He hits like a freight train! [The lariat knocks Jackson up and over the turnbuckle, hanging half way out of the ring!] TM: What force! CA: McBaine dumps Jackson the rest of the way out of the ring and he falls hard on his back on the concrete outside! ["Bad Eye" follows Jackson to the outside and grabs his arms. He begins to drag him face down across the refuse left from all the earlier matches!] TM: A crimson streak left in his wake! CA: Jackson being cut and scraped to bits! TM: McBaine is punished him! Jackson hurt him, hit Sierra Hayes... Kinkaid may have bitten off more than he can chew by making "Bad Eye" angry! CA: You may be right! [McBaine seems satisfied with where he has Jackson now and just dumps him. Digging under the ring he comes out with a table! He begins setting it up and ass he does, Sierra Hayes saunters over and strokes his arms, his back.] TM: Aww, love... So sweet! CA: Frankly they just scare me. TM: Oh they scare me all right. CA: Thank God you're at least that sane! TM: I'm crazy, just not stupid! CA: Touche. [Sierra reaches into her back pocket and fishes out...] CA: LIGHTER FLUID! TM: Oh yes! [McBaine takes the bottle and begins to squirt it liberally all over the table! The crowd goes FUCKING NUTS!] CA: Kinkaid needs to get the hell out of there! TM: Too late! CA: McBaine hoists him up on the table... Following right behind him! What does he have planned here!? ["Bad Eye" directs Sierra over to one of the torches!] TM: ...yay! Fire! Fire is so pretty! CA: McBaine getting Kinkaid in piledriver position! Oh Lord this is going to be bad for Jackson! [McBaine lifts Kinkaid and... reaches... Tries to cradle it, but Kinkaid kicks his feet and lands back on the table, blocking the hold! The crowd cheers loudly!] TM: Showing some of that heart or maybe just a healthy sense of not wanting to DIE! CA: Probably both! Jackson fighting it! He tries a back body drop, but McBaine is just too big! TM: McBaine has him up again and this time... [HEEL POP!] CA: He gets the cradle! That's the signal! *FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!* *CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSH!* *THHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDD!* CROWD: THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!* CA: CRADLE PILEDRIVER THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE! [Jackson flops around, licks of flame scorching his jeans for a few moments after the crash! "Bad Eye" rolls clear and lays still, one hand reaching back for his tailbone!] TM: THAT WAS AMAZING! [Sierra hops over Jackson and then steps around the wreckage. She kneels down and comforts McBaine. McBaine slowly sits up with her help and then stands. He steps through the broken table and stands over Jackson. He grins nastily and grabs Jackson by his nostrils. He rolls him into the ring and slides in after him.] CA: McBaine peels Jackson off the mat and power slams him back down. Now heading for the corner. [McBaine steps out onto the apron and starts to climb the turnbuckles.] CA: It looks like going through the table is slowing him down. TM: Jackson isn't going anywhere! CA: McBaine giving him plenty of time to recover though! ["Bad Eye" steps up onto the top rope, causing them to shake and he nearly loses his balance! The crowd gasps as he fights to regain his footing. When he does he holds it for a moment and then... BIG MAN IN THE AIR POP!] CA: DOWN HE GOES! VISION REVIS- [SAVED BY A MILLIMETER FACE POP!] TM: NO WAY! CA: JACKSON ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! [McBaine plummets to the mat and smashes his knee into the mat with no target left to hit!] TM: McBaine landed hard! CA: Jackson is still down! He can't take advantage of this moment. McBaine is down, holding his knee, possibly hurt bad and he's getting time to recover! [Jackson rolls to the ropes and gets one hand on the bottom rope... Then another. He begins to pull... The fans begin to chant!] CROWD: JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON! [He gets grip on the second rope! He's nearly sitting up! He is!] CA: Kinkaid is showing life! McBaine is still hurt! TM: This is disastrous for the King of Independents! He had things clearly in hand and now somehow Jackson Kinkaid is getting the upper hand! CA: Jackson's will to fight on is immeasurable. [Jackson grabs the top rope and starts to pull... He slips, his hand covered in his own blood and falls on his ass. Across from him, McBaine gets to all fours. The crowd frantically calls for Jackson to get up.] CA: Jackson giving it another try! McBaine is testing out his knee, getting his weight on it and... [MIXED POP!] TM: They both stand up at the same time! [RESPECT CHEERING!] CA: Who will strike first! McBaine tries to grab Jackson, but Jackson throws himself back against the ropes and comes running out at "Bad Eye!" McBaine telegraphs a huge clothesline! [Jackson ducks under and spins!] *THWWWWWACK!* TM: Brutal! CA: Kick to the knee barely staggers McBaine! McBaine grabs for Jackson, but can't get him! Jackson with another kick! McBaine grabs him! Spins him around! *TTTTHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAACK!* [SURPRISE POP!] CA: Jackson comes back around with a roundhouse! Drop kick to the knee! McBaine staggering towards the ropes! [Jackson doesn't waste time, he nips up and the crowd "ooooh's" about it! He runs at McBaine!] TM: Spinning wheel kick! CA: McBaine falls into the ropes- [OLDFUCKINGSCHOOL POP!] TM: I thought the ropes didn't DO that anymore! CA: Oh they do! McBaine is stuck in the crucifix position! [Jackson quickly goes to the outside of the ring and begins looking for something. He comes up with the discarded wicker cane and again returns to the lit torch! FIRE POP! He holds the cane into the flame until it begins to burn!] CA: Oh boy! Jackson Kinkaid has a flaming wicker cane! TM: Sierra Hayes is trying to get McBaine free! CA: But it's too late! Jackson is in the ring and.... *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* [HOLY FLAMING CANE SHOT, BATMAN! POP!] CA: HE UNLEASHES HELL ON MCBAINE! [The fans are going out of their minds!] TM: JACKSON AGAIN! *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* CA: McBaine is busted open! His chest is welting like mad! *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* TM: And Jackson Kinkaid isn't stopping! *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* [The guttering flames wink out from all the swinging and still Jackson continues!] *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* CA: The cane is just disintegrating now! *CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!* *CRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAACK!* *CRAACK!* [Jackson is left just holding a handle with a few strings of wicker shooting out. He smashes the butt into McBaine's forehead and then throws it away!] CA: Kinkaid is an animal! And now he's saying it's time! TM: He's got McBaine free'd and dragging him across the ring! That's a lot of dead weight! CA: But with his surge of adrenaline, Jackson doesn't seem to have any problems with it! Kinkaid has "Bad Eye" to the edge of the ring and crawls out over the top of him. Jackson trying to maneuver McBaine towards that casket and- [Jackson drops McBaine who lands hard on the concrete and Jackson curses, the crowd lets out a big "oooooooh!"] CA: Loses him! TM: Jackson can't lift him back to his feet! [Kinkaid struggles to try and get McBaine upright, and can't! He begins dragging him again.] CA: Getting him to the coffin, that way when he gets him up he'll just have to shove him right there instead of carrying him the rest of the way! TM: Um, I think he's just gonna try and shove McBaine in like that! CA: Wow! You're right! [Jackson doesn't even try to stand McBaine up! Instead he drags him into a sitting position with his back inside the wicker coffin and tries to shove his legs up inside to no avail!] CA: Kinkaid having a hell of a time of it though! I don't think this is going to work! TM: McBaine is starting to come around! He better hurry! CA: Jackson trying to turn him sideways to fit in! [That doesn't work either and now, Jackson throws his hands up in futility.] TM: Kinkaid is frustrated! [Kinkaid yells, "Fuck it." and heads for the torch! BURN THAT MOTHER FUCKER POP!] CA: Sierra Hayes desperately trying to get "Bad Eye" out of his stupor! Ironic, isn't it? TM: Just a bit, but she's getting through to him! CA: Here comes Jackson though! TM: McBaine slowly getting up! Sierra is trying to pull him to his feet! [OH NO! FUCK! HATRED! POP!] CA: HE'S UP! [Jackson boots McBaine in the gut, Sierra Hayes runs to get out of the maddened gaze of Kinkaid, then he uses the bottom of the torch to shove McBaine backwards into the casket! He then smacks to the door shut! EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!] CA: MCBAINE IN THE COFFIN! Jackson with the torch- [ARRRRRRRRGH! YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING HEEL POP!] TM: "Bad Eye" bursts out of the Wicker Man enclosure and sends Jackson reeling! [The torch flies out of Jackson's hands and rolls into the ring! CA: Oh shit! There's another match! We can't burn the ring down! J.D. Carter will sue the shit out of us! Not to mention how pissed our BOSS will be! And the fans!? THE FANS WILL RIOT! TM: CALM DOWN! [The torch comes to a stop and the flame is safely held up and away from the mat... By the kerosene reservoir, yes, but the tiki style party torch doesn't light the ring on fire... Not immediately anyway!] TM: Look, it's fine! CA: *Phew!* [McBaine meanwhile is slugging it out with Jackson! The crowd cheers wildly!] CA: McBaine is still dazed! Jackson getting the better of this punching exchange! "Bad Eye" with a big right! Jackson ducks under! Pops McBaine from the blind side and the big man stumbles back towards the coffin! TM: McBaine teetering! CA: Kinkaid leaps onto the apron, ASAI MOONSAULT! *FLASHBULBS!* [OOOOOOOOOOOOH POP!] *THUD!* [MEGA TON HEEL POP!] CA: "BAD EYE" MCBAINE CAUGHT HIM! TM: McBaine is awake! CA: Oh God! Jackson trying to get free, but the wind was knocked out of him by landing on McBaine's shoulder! [McBaine dashes forward towards the corner of the ring!] *TTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUD!* [SICKENING THUD POP!] CA: McBaine crushes Jackson into the ring post! He must have broken some ribs! "Bad Eye" dumps Jackson on the apron and gets back into the ring. TM: He could try to end it now, but I think he wants to put an exclamation point on this victory! He doesn't want to just win, he wants to CRUSH Jackson Kinkaid's spirit! CA: That's McBaine to a tee! He doesn't fight to win, he fights to destroy! No wonder he came out of the woodwork! Think what a tempting target Jackson Kinkaid must have been for him! The tragic hero who always overcomes the newest horrible thing to happen to him! TM: McBaine may be the last horrible thing to ever happen to Jackson Kinkaid! CA: Why is it that that sounds like such a bad thing? TM: Because if bad things stop happening to Jackson Kinkaid it probably means he's DEAD! CA: Yeah, that'd be it! [McBaine sees the torch and gets an absolutely SICK smile on his face. He sits and stares at it for long moments, just grinning and causing the fans to get restless.] CA: This is NOT good! Jackson Kinkaid never should have taken this match! NEVER! TM: There's not many people who should take a match with "Bad Eye" McBaine! Let alone a Wicker Man Death match! CA: Jackson just coughed up blood! McBaine has him! GORILLA PRESS! [McBaine hefts Jackson up over his head and lets him hang there! Blood and gore dripping down McBaine's arms!] TM: It's like a rain of death! ...beautiful! CA: ...Gross! OOOOOH! *THHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!* [THAT'S NOT MY TONGUE! THAT'S MY SPLEEN! POP!] CA: McBaine drops Jackson gut first across his knee! TM: If he didn't have any broken ribs before! CA: No kidding! TM: McBaine still has a hold of him! CA: And up he goes again! He's trying to break him in half! TM: He drops him- [UNGODLY, EARTH SHATTERING, HOLY FUCK, RECOGNITION POP!] CA: HE CATCHES HIM ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS! TM: Blind Valley Driver! Blind Valley Driver! CA: McBaine- OH NO! NO WAY! HE CAN'T! [OH YES HE FUCKING CAN POP!] TM: McBaine taking careful aim! *THHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!* [INSERT ANALOGY TO SHOW HOW WILD THE FANS ARE GOING POP!] CA: BLIND VALLEY DRIVER ONTO THE TORCH! TM: Did you see the SIZE of that fireball!? CA: He shattered the torch and all the fuel went up at once! CROWD: HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! HE'S FUCKING DEAD! CA: They may be right! Jackson Kinkaid is burnt and charred all over now! The ring is on fire! OH LORD! [Security pours from the back with fire extinguishers to back up the ref! They quickly blast the ring and still as the smoke clears you can see a large part of the canvas has burnt through to the wood floor of the ring!] TM: Ouch, it looks like McBaine inhaled some of the chemicals or something from the fire extinguisher! [McBaine is hacking and coughing!] CA: Jackson isn't moving! TM: McBaine coughing bad! [The big man falls to his knees and clears his throat, spitting a huge bloody wad to the mat!] CA: Jackson just twitched! TM: But McBaine is standing and it looks like he wants to end things now! He just told Sierra to get the other torch! CA: He has Jackson! He hefts him up on his shoulder! [McBaine points to the casket and Sierra cackles loudly! She begins to set the torch to it!] CA: McBaine not taking any chances! He's going to put Jackson into an all ready burning coffin! TM: McBaine stepping over the top rope and drops to the ground! CA: He's watching the flames begin to lick up and around the entire Wicker Man coffin! TM: Now it's time- *THHHHUUUUUUUUUUD!* [SHOOOOCK POP!] CA: JACKSON! JACKSON! HE KICKED OFF THE TOP ROPE AND JUST DIAMOND DUSTED MCBAINE! KINKAID TO HIS FEET! SUPER KICK TO SIERRA HAYES AND SHE'S OUT! TM: HOLY SHIT! CA: KINKAID WITH AN IRISH WHIP! MCBAINE INTO THE WICKER MAN! JACKSON SLAMS IT SHUT! LATCHES THE DOOR! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! *DING!* *DING!* *DING!* CROWD: PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! PEE-JAY-GEE! [The flames engulf the Wicker Man and as they do the crew begin to hit it with the fire extinguishers!] MW: The winner of the match.... J A C K S O N K I N K A I D ! ! ! ! CA: The crowd chanting for Paradise! The HOME of Jackson Kinkaid! The HOME of BOTH men in your main event! And next month, FEBRUARY TWENTY TEN MARKS THE RETURN OF PARADISE! PJG BRINGS YOU TALIA WICHZINI VERSUS HELGA VON BUTCH! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! TM: ...My Goddess! CA: And leading up to her return to a Paradise ring we'll be releasing footage from the yet unseen EPISODE unlucky THIRTEEN of Bloody Paradise! TM: Thanks for hosting us, Crimson Sun! CA: We'll see you fans again SOON! |
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| USJPSkipper | Jan 28 2010, 03:11 AM Post #5 |
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[Backstage at the King of the Crimson Sun tournament there is a wealth of colorful people standing around, eating catering and generally looking usless. These are the unwanteds. The men and a couple women even, who came here tonight hoping for the misfortune of others. Or a miracle. They're the backup. They're the wrestlers who hoped that somebody might not be able to continue or that they could last minute like wrangle their way into the battle royale. After all, what's one more body in a massive meat grinder like that? One of these failures is a dirty, rotund man. He's got a thin blue bandanna around his forehead and denim shorts with a leather vest. There's some patches on the vest, most notably a fat hog with one eye riding a motorcycle. His name is Tsubasa Black, he runs a grime encrusted hand over his big, bushy beard and then makes a decision. He picks up a small square of tuna salad sandwhich and pops it in his mouth, ignorant of the blackened bread where his fingers touched it. He gets a sour look on his face and spits it down onto the platter. He then grabs what looks like a ham and cheese on croissant and from step 1 to step 5 he repeats the exact same process. Then a big smile appears on his face and he reaches down to pick up a giant kilbasa in a bun.] V/O: You gonna put that in your mouth or in your ass? [Looking like one of the Baseball Furies, half his face painted in drying blood, "Barbed Wire" Ken joins Tsubasa Black at the buffet line. Let’s take a look.... Medical Tape from his ribcage to his shoulder... An assortment of cuts and punctures left to breathe in the open air... A bruised and blackened right eye... And a bandage taped to his forehead that makes his hair stick up like some kind of spaz - Ken looks like the last thing he needs is another fight.] BWK: Any Laffey Taffey left or did you spit all over that too? TB: Can you put a shirt on, I’m trying to eat here. [Tsubasa Black takes another look at Ken before sneering and going back to his meal.] TB: That chest could give a child nightmares. BWK: You’re career arc gives me nightmares. Is this what you do now? Stand around every night waiting and hoping to be called? Does your family know you still wrestle? TB: Fuck you, Ken. How long did it take you get through Donovan? BWK: Not as long as it took you to get into those jeans. TB: I’m gonna make so much bank when Ranma tosses your scrawny Gaijin ass off that scaffold! [Ken looks back at his ass to make sure its not scrawny. Full, luscious and beautiful as usual.] EG: You know, it's always a pleasure to see you, Ken. It means I'm about to kick a whole lotta ass! [Ken turns until his body faces the direction he's looking. Behind him, well, now in front of him is Erik Grimsson! Grimsson and Ken have had their run in's in the past and Erik never liked Ken, nor the incest jokes he constantly makes about the Grimsson family.] BWK: So, fucked any hot cousins lately? [See? Erik lunges at Ken and Ken smartly ducks outta the way and into a super kick that plasters Tsubasa across the chin! Ken bolts for the nearest hall with Erik close behind him. As he enters the hall he slams into a thick slab of muscle. He looks up... Into the tangled mat of hair that hides...] BWK: Oh shit. ["Bad Eye" McBaine. Singed, bloody, all the scarier!] BWK: Sorry! My mistak-HURK! [A meaty paw wraps around his throat and McBaine growls. Erik slams into the BOTH of them and Ken wriggles free in the confusion.] BWK: What's next? I kick over Kazuki Shimizu's beer, break his favorite bong and insult his mother!? [...You'll never believe it! Ken runs down the hall and trips over something...] K"T"S: MY BEER! [Ken's arms flail out and smack something tall and cylindrical off a table!] *KAH-CHSSSSSH!* K"T"S: Oh no! You broke the Hunt for Red Bongtober! [Ken catches his balance and keeps running. Joining in on the chase now is a pissed off Kazuki "Tsunami" Shimizu.] K"T"S: YOU HAVE INSULTED MY MOTHER! [Ken all most trips again and throws a WTF look over his shoulder. Kazuki for his part just screams incoherently and throws his arms in the air!] BWK: No, I didn’t! [Ken high-steps it like Jackie Joyner Kersey. Kazuki for his part just screams incoherently and throws his arms in the air... Even MORE! The camera stays with Ken though as he ducks into and shuts himself off in what he thinks is an empty locker room and locks the door. Panting he leans against the door that pulsates from the pounding fists on the other side. Ken turns and yells through the door.] BWK: Fuck ya momma! [The locker room is not empty though.] RANMA: Still running, huh, Ken? BWK: Not from you bitch. You seen Kinkaid around here? [Ranma sits in his gear, toweling off his hair.] RANMA: Nope. I only invite my friends to my locker room though, not people who are apparently just my employee. BWK: Good mind if I hang out for a minute before I go out there and brain you? [Ken puts his arm up on a locker and looks real comfortable. Ranma laughs and can't fucking believe what he's seeing.] RANMA: Now we're friends again? What was it you said before? You wouldn’t pick up a crowbar to break me out of a sunken treasure chest? Where's the bitter, angry Ken, huh? The guy who shit all over our friendship? Said I used him. That just some other personality. You get hit in the head once too often? BWK: Oh no, Ranma. We aint friends. I just have no real desire to risk getting thrown out of here for thrashing on McBaine. If I go out there it’s gonna be trouble. [Ranma chuckles.] BWK: And yeah, I been hit in the head a couple of times tonight but I meant every word of what I said. When we’re up on that scaffold in a little bit - You need to know that. Don’t kid yourself. I was never your friend. I don’t think you have any real friends. Every relationship you have is based on “What is Ranma going to make out of this?” Don’t think I didn’t realize that when you hired me. And don’t think I didn’t realize it when you stood there while Jeter made me hand over the Suicide Soldier strap that I killed myself to represent. [Ranma scoffs.] RANMA: Who the fuck do you think it was that got a camera out there in the parking lot everytime you had an unofficial match. Who the fuck do you think kept security from busting that shit up. Who the fuck do you think kept you from getting FIRED for all that shit? Huh? Cause you know who WASN'T happy everytime you busted up a fan's car? Who WASN'T happy everytime you- Listen. If you don't think I ever did anything for you... I'm gonna do something for you right now. [Ranma walks over to the door, past Ken and opens it up.] RANMA: I paid you for the night, you work for me... Get the fuck outta here. [Erik and Kazuki both look puzzled and walk away. McBaine growls.] RANMA: You got what you wanted, didn't you? ["Bad Eye" thinks about it for a minute. Then turns and walks away.] RANMA: There. I did something for you. [Ken crosses his arms and presses his back against the cold metal lockers. He smirks.] BWK: Oh you did that for me, huh? You see if I go out there and I take a shot at one of them or all three of them, and I get hurt…Where’s the glory for Ranma? He beat a man who was hardly even conscious but he STILL had enough in him to go out there and compete for us. And whether those cameras were there for all of those fights in the parking lot or not, I still would have been. Why? Because you asked me to come with you and help make Paradise profitable. Jackson Kinkaid. Kian Konga. "Barbed Wire Fucking" Ken. We did that for YOU. And now.... Kian Konga has nine fingers and almost NO teeth. Jackson Kinkaid should be back on the needle.... And me? I am about to become the one thing I never wanted to be in my whole fucking life.... INDY - Because I WILL NEVER work for YOU AGAIN! [Ken kicks off of the locker with fire in his eyes.] BWK: Friend! [Ranma's expression is grim. A touch of sadness fills his eyes.] RANMA: You can see it however you want, Ken, but Paradise isn't about me. It's about you and Jackson and Kian and Donovan and Talia and Myra and everybody else... And if you wanna talk about killing yourself for Paradise... I killed myself for Sendai for years before you showed up and asked to ride with me. So fuck you. Get the fuck out. Friend. [He says it with such venom!] [Ken smirks.] BWK: I'll see you up there [Ken walks out.] BWK: Hey McBaine! Wait up... [Ranma slams the door behind him and then slams his fist into it.] RANMA: Fucking asshole. [Fade to black.] [Cut back inside Korakuen Hall one last time. From the hard cam we see all of the crazed Jisatsu fans scurrying back to their seats... beers, snacks, and souvenirs in hand!] BJ: And it all comes down to this ladies and gentlemen, the King of the Crimson Sun Tournament Finals! MJ: I realize we just saw these two in the back, and they are ready to go but I have no idea how. I guess a shot of Demerol can work wonders! BJ: Well we all know Ranma Kurotsuki is straight edge, no pain killers for him! But not to take away from the point you're trying to make Matt. The wars these two men have been through tonight have been extremely trying and gruesome. But they knew what they were signing up for. [The scene around ringside is truly a spectacle. The enormous 20 foot high scaffold hovers over the ring, with a barbed wire web at about ten feet between the scaffold and the ring canvas. Some electrified light tubes are scattered about the scaffold as well as random weapons, many of them brought in by the fans earlier in the night.] BJ: "Barbed Wire" Ken and Ranma Kurotsuki are friends. A couple guys who go back through the years, mainly via PJG. And here tonight they find themselves on the grand stage in Tokyo, Japan. MJ: It doesn't get any bigger than this Beej. The winner of this becomes the first ever King of the Crimson Sun! BJ: With the list of names who shed their blood, sweat, and tears for this tournament tonight you have to understand the pride that comes with winning a tournament of this magnitude. MJ: We've seen a little bit of everything tonight. From Dead Mans Chest Matches, to thumbtack matches... Tables matches... Frozen Ghost... even a Tea and Crumpets Death Match! BJ: Don't forget about the Bunkhouse Brawl or even the Wicker Death Match! We are _proud_ to be affiliated with SPW and PJG as they have been the best partners we could ask for. Operating with the up most class and professionalism. MJ: Now that the pleasantries are out of the way. [The ropes are gone, and on two sides they have been replaced with military grade razor wire. The other two sides of the ring have been left open. Outside the ring on one of the open sides is an Exploding Spider Net Death Trap and the other an Electrified Light Tubes Log Cabin! BJ: The road to get here saw Ranma Kurotsuki, battle his way through two SPW superstars! First Chad Allen in that terrifying Dead Man's Chest Death Match! MJ: One I'll never forget. BJ: And then Ranma squeaked out a win against his rival Victor Frost in that Triple Table Death Match. Kurotsuki now holding two major tournament wins over Frost. MJ: I thought for sure Frost would be advancing to the finals, but it was not to be! BJ: No it was not Matt. While on the other side of the bracket "Barbed Wire" Ken had to go through _his_ rival in a Wastelands Death Match. Of course I'm talking about his first round match with Donovan O'Reily. MJ: What a match that was as well Beej. Those two tore in to one another. Not holding anything back. It really could have went either way. BJ: And then because of an unexpected turn of events involving Caliban and Sabbath during the Hardcore Hell Battle Royal, Ken was forced to go through three other men in the Cold Night in Hell Death Match! Eliminating both Sabbath _and_ "The Freak" Caliban en route to advancing! MJ: There you have it folks. The stage is set! BJ: Let's send it over to Mark White, who is standing inside that death trap of a ring. MJ: Look at all those objects scattered in there. Is that a frigging car windshield!? BJ: So many toys to play with in this one Jisatsu fans. Buckle up, because it's going to be a wild ride down to the finish line! -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-' Main Event KotCS Tournament Finals: INDUSTRIAL DEATH MATCH Participants: RANMA KUROTSUKI vs. "BARBED WIRE" KEN Stipulations: The match will begin on a 20 FOOT HIGH CIRCUS STYLE SCAFFOLD with a BARBED WIRE TRAMPOLINE. In the ring below, the ropes on two sides of the ring will be replaced with RAZOR WIRE, the opposite sides will be open. One side will contain a EXPLODING SPIDER NET DEATH TRAP and the other an ELECTRIFIED LIGHT TUBE LOG CABIN. But that's not all, as the ringside, ring, and scaffold will be littered with various plunder including THUMBTACKS, CAR WINDSHIELDS, SYRINGES, WEEDWHACKERS, SICKLES, BARBED WIRE DRILLS, and any other sick demented object we can get our hands on. This match-up will be contested under TEXAS DEATH MATCH RULES and can only be won when one individual is unable to answer the referees 20 COUNT!!! Writer: Jay R. -'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',-'-,-',- [Flickering flames, the roar of a crowd. Sounds like revolution. People chant. The beat comes up and then with a muted explosion a low key piano strikes. The silky smooth voice of Rihanna plays out of the speakers and the fans get to their feet.] RIHANNA: Feel it comin' in the air, see me the streets from everywhere. I'm addicted to the thrill. It's a dangerous spooky man. Can't be scared when it goes down. Got a problem, tell me now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight... [A more urgent beat booms in over the top of the other.] RIHANNA: Is who's gonna run this town tonight... We gonna run this town... JAY Z: We are! Yeah I said it. We are. This is Roc Nation. Pledge your allegiance. [The crowd begins making noise and through the back steps Ranma Kurotsuki. Ranma wears very baggy long board shorts tucked into his kneepads which extend all the way down his tall boots into kickpads. The pads are silver, while the boots are forest green. The shorts are brown with various patches (such as a dagger through a heart with a banner that reads, "If You Aren't Now... You Never Were!") on them. They cover most of the trunks.] JAY Z: Get y'all fatigues on. All black everything. Black cards, black cars. All black everything. And our girls are blackbirds. Ridin' with they dillingers. I'd get more in depth. If you boys really real enough. This is la familia. I'll explain later. But for now let me get back to this paper. [The hometown boy is a hometown hero tonight. They cheer and clap loudly as he stand in the entry way. He flexes, stretches. Kurotsuki slowly and confidently begins to walk his way to the ring, eyeing the enormous scaffold structure.] JAY Z: I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back. I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks. Yeah I'm talkin' five comma. Six zeros. Dot zero. Here it go... Back to runnin' circles 'round white folks. Now we fired up. Hold up. [You can see the blood and wounds from earlier tonight. He doesn't let it get to him, Ranma soldiers on and ignores the pain.] RIHANNA: Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care. So I keep doin' my own thing. Walkin' tall against the rain. Victory's within the mile. Almost there, don't give up now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight. [He pauses in the aisleway and touches the out stretched hands. His eyes close and a peaceful smile comes over his face, before they flutter back open. His smile twists into a more typical arrogant look. This fits his face a lot better. There's infinite confidence in his eyes.] RIHANNA: Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy! Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy! Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy!(Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy! [He touches his tattoos one by one reverently. The sacred heart over his own with the thick olde English lettering that says "PURE," the broken barrel enscribed with "Bring Back Prohibition," the crossed straight razors that underline "Straight Edge" below a huge banner that proclaims Ranma "Better Than You."] JAY Z: We are! Yeah I said it. We are. You can call me C's r. In a dark Cigar. Please follow the lea-der. So Eric B. We are. Microphone fiend. It's the return of thee God. Peace God... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher. I'm in Mason. (Ah!) Martin Margiela. On the tape we're screamin'. What its the other side, they jealous. [Ranma stops in the aisle and as if on cue a huge torrent of streamers explode into the air above him. Brown, blue, green. He spins, getting caught up in them... He stops and begins to pull them off and the fans cheer loudly again! This is his night, the feeling is hard to deny!] JAY Z: We got a bankhead full of broads. They got a table full of fellas... And they ain't spending no cake. They should throw they hand in. 'Cause they ain't got no spades... My whole team got dough. So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro. [Ranma makes his way into the ring and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out the familiar white leather mask he wears during every deathmatch and slides it over his frosted hair. It's been dutifully cleaned since earlier of any blood that might have gotten on it. Reaching back he ties the straps tight and puts a knot in it.] RIHANNA: Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care. So I keep doin' my own thing. Walkin' tall against the rain. Victory's within the mile. Almost there, don't give up now. Only thing that's on my mind. Is who's gonna run this town tonight. [The music slowly fades as Ranma starts his climb to the top of the scaffold. Suddenly the house lights are cut and the fans in Tokyo immediately turn up the volume. The pounding sounds of The Birthday Massacre's "Red Stars" starts to fill the air of Korakuen Hall. The security guard rails on both sides get pushed a little closer together as young spiky haired fans and teen-age girls line up eagerly awaiting to see this next guy come through those curtains.] # Best of cruel intentions # Finding what they fail to mention # No truth, all pretension # Raise your hand to get attention [A quick sweep over the crowd in attendance here tonight shows even the most quiet and well-behaved business dressed fans with their heads arched towards the entrance way, anticipation growing. A loud stomping emits from somewhere in the back of the arena. It seems to be spreading. These people are ready to party.] # You give and we take it # You build it, we break it # You sign and we erase it # You feel it, we fake it [Boom! The curtains part and with his head down “Barbed Wire” Ken marches through them. He looks up and the place goes BALLISTIC. Decked out in a long Black sleeve-less ring coat and bright Red tights mirred with jagged Black lines that resemble the menagerie of scarring on his arms, a smirk crosses his face. Ken with his Jet Black and Red highlights stands in the smoky aisle way with his arms out. Cameras flash, fans reach out tugging on his jacket. Kurotsuki stares down at Ken from the top of the scaffold.] # It's my red star, I steal it # It's my red star, I can't let go # It's my red star, Conceal it # It's my red star, all I know [Ken starts his walk to the ring still cloaked in darkness. His shoulders sway and every step he takes he’s either fondled or pat on the back. He looks up towards the top of the scaffold at Kurotsuki... Ken looking as serious as ever, realizing the opportunity in front of him.] # Wasted education # Celebrating imitation # Misplaced admiration # Speaking for a generation [Walking past all of the props and gimmicks, not even paying them any attention. Ken walks up the rickety old ring steps and balances his way to the middle of the ring apron. He raises both arms up into the air SOAKING in the fans adulation.] # You give and we take it # You build it, we break it # You sign and we erase it # You feel it, we fake it [Ken shakes off his ring jacket and the house lights return. He then starts his climb up top to join Kurotsuki as Mark White starts his ring introductions.] MW: Introducing first...from Tokyo, Japan! [POP!] MW: He weighs in tonight at two hundred and nineteen pounds. He is the co-owner of PJG, as well as one of the most dangerous competitors in our sport. Presenting... R A N M A K U R O T S U K I ! ! ! [Huge pop as Ranma stands on top of the scaffold, looking out amongst his legions of fans filling Korakuen Hall! The Jisatsu star raises his arms briefly not once taking his eyes off "Barbed Wire" Ken.] MW: And his opponent... also from Tokyo, Japan! [GIGANTIC POP!] MW: He stand sin at 6 foot four inches tall and weighs two hundred fourty seven pounds... " B A R B E D W I R E " K E N ! ! ! [Ken poses on the scaffold for his many fans in attendance. Many of them teenage females, mesmerized by Ken and his greatness. Ring announcer Mark White exits the ring ever so cautiously not go get snagged up on the razor wire as our opening bell sounds!] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] BJ: Both of these former friends very similar in size. Ken about two inches taller and about twenty five pounds heavier. Both Ken and Ranma twenty seven years of age and hailing from right here in Japan! MJ: What Ranma loses in size he makes up for with his stiff fucking kicks! BJ: You said it Matt! Ranma one of the hardest strikers in the business and you better believe he'll be bringing everything he's got here in the King of the Crimson Sun Finals! [Kurotsuki and Ken briefly stare each other down before marching out to mid scaffold to meet. After sharing a few choice words the two former friends lock up, and immediately Ranma the better technical wrestler of the two gets the advantage, sliding behind and locking in the hammerlock.] MJ: It just sounds so dangerous up there! Every step they take, it sounds like the scaffold is going to collapse! BJ: I'm sure it is safe Matt. We have trained professionals on the ring crew. Only the finest hired by Edmond Winston IV, who is quickly becoming one of JD Carter's best buds it would seem. [From the hammerlock Ranma slightly leans Ken over the scaffold, sort of teasing him about the fall. Ken fights back with a pair of elbows catching Ranma square in the jaw and forcing him to release the hold as he takes several steps back.] BJ: Ken with a forearm between the eyes of Kurotsuki and he has Ranma reeling! And a boot to the midsection connects. "CLAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!" [That's the sound of Kurotsuki's back being introduced to the steel scaffold courtesy of a big diving lariat by "Barbed Wire" Ken. The Tokyo fans roar their approval!] BJ: Ken now picking up one of those electrified light tubes! What does he have in mind? He's challenging Ranma to a duel. MJ: What is this, Star Wars? [Kurotsuki slowly slides back making some space to return to his feet. Once to his feet he too reaches down for one of the electrified light tubes. A wide shot shows the two men squaring off, electrified light tubes in hand as they stand twenty feet over the ring on a rickety scaffold!] BJ: Ken makes the first move - but Ranma ducks underneath... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: SHOT TO THE BACK OF BARBED WIRE KEN AND THAT ELECTRIFIED LIGHT TUBE JUST EXPLODED! Crowd: KEN! KEN! KEN! KEN! BJ: This capacity crowd in favor of both of these fantastic wrestlers. Ranma however is not used to having the fans on his side, at least not when he wrestles in the States. [Ken drops to a knee, still holding the light tube. Ranma stays on the attack, taking a few running steps and leaping off the knee of Ken, blasting him with a knee to the jaw that sends the electrified light tube flying out of Ken's hand and landing in the barbed wire netting under the scaffold.] BJ: Shining Wizard connects! Ranma takes over on offense and Ken is dazed, he could be in serious trouble here in the Industrial Death Match. MJ: The thing about this match, is one good bump off of this scaffold and there is a real good chance this match could be over. BJ: It would take a super human effort to answer a twenty count after a fall from this scaffold. [Kurotsuki stomps the body of Ken, with the scaffold swaying ever so slightly as he does so. It seems sturdy, but it just gives you that creepy feeling like 'I'm glad I'm not up there'.] BJ: And Ranma levels Ken with a stiff kick to the skull! Right in the bandaged head of "Barbed Wire" Ken. These two "friends" holding nothing back here tonight. [Ranma goes behind Ken and applies the Full Nelson before falling backwards on to the scaffold as he applies the leg scissor. The fans pop as Ken flails his arms about the best he can, but Ranma musters up the strength to hang on.] BJ: Kurotsuki doing everything he can to suck the life out of Ken! MJ; That would make it real easy to dispose of him. You could just roll his limp carcass off the side of the scaffold. Problem solved! BJ: You're sadistic Matt. You know that. MJ: That's what women tell me after sex. [Some flash bulbs pop from up in the bleachers as Ken does all he can to try and roll Ranma over. Slightly heavier, he eventually does, rolling Kurotsuki to the edge where he is forced to break the hold or fall twenty feet to the ring!] BJ: Ranma had no choice, he had to break the hold, otherwise both men would have went crashing to the canvas, or at the very least the barbed wire. MJ: That's it, back off and regroup. There isn't a time limit. What's the rush? BJ: There's not much gas in the tank. While both men need to pace themselves, I'm sure neither man has an Iron Man match in them Matt. [As the two men take a few steps back, the crowd shows its approval with a round of applause. Ken shakes out his arms as he fights for air a little bit, the entire time keeping his eyes locked on Ranma. Across from him Ranma glares right back.] BJ: Again they go for the collar and elbow tie-up, this time it's Ken on top with the side headlock. Really cinching it in up there. MJ: We're seeing more technical wrestling right now up on that scaffold then we've seen all damn night on the ground. BJ: You might be right. [With Ken clenching down on his grasp, Ranma does the only thing he can think of, searching for and finding the strength to take Ken up and over with a Suplex!] "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" BJ: Ken held on to the side headlock! [POP!] BJ: Kurotsuki doing his best to roll Ken over on to his stomach, and now trying to make it to his feet. Does so with Ken still clamping down on that head lock! MJ: Big atomic drop, and that breaks it! [Ken spins around only to be caught with a beautifully executed dropkick square to the jaw! The fans roar as Kurotsuki charges in with the lariat, only to be ducked by Ken who immediately grabs the neck and snaps Ranma to the steel!] [POP!] BJ: HANGMANS NECKBREAKER! MJ: Both these guys look like they are gaining their footing up there after an initial feeling out period. BJ: No doubt about it Matt. I'm sure the adrenaline is flowing right now, and both of these guys are only thinking about hoisting that trophy here in their hometown of Tokyo! [Instead of attacking, Ken takes a moment to catch his breath, saving his energy for later in the match. Ranma grasps at his neck while Ken crouches down about mid scaffold, while Kurotsuki is at the right end of the scaffold.] BJ: Ken looking for some plunder Matt! And he has that weed whacker! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: OVER THE BACK OF KUROTSUKI! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: AGAIN! "CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: AND THE SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE NECK BREAKS THE WEED WHACKER IN TWO! [HUGE POP!] [Ken slams the weed whacker down to the delight of his fans. He then signals that he's going to drop Ranma off the scaffold. Once again the fans pop... not for one man or the other particularly, but the violence!] BJ: And Ken pulling Ranma to his feet by the hair. Ken with a knee to the temple, and lifts Kurotsuki up in to the firemans carry position! He's right by the edge Matt! MJ: This is going to be so sick! BJ: But Ranma battles back! Elbows! Elbows to Ken's head and Kurotsuki slides off his shoulders... and spins Ken around! "THWAP!" BJ: Forearm! Ken is reeling, he might be on the verge of falling here. All it would take is one good shot! "THWAP!" BJ: Another forearm! [Ranma lunges at Ken with another stiff shot, but Ken side steps and hooks Ranma by the head in a front face lock.... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" .... DDTing him on to the scaffold!] BJ: Both of these men literally spent on top of that scaffold and we're not ten minutes in to this match. I have serious concerns for both of these men's well being here tonight. This is not safe nor is it sane. MJ: You can say that again. BJ: There shouldn't be any kids watching this but we _don't_ recommend this at home! These men are trained professionals. MJ: As well as psychopaths and pain junkies! [Ken is the first to his feet, Ranma not far behind, but it's Ken delivering the European uppercut that startles Ranma! The crowd roars as once again Ken lifts Ranma up on to his shoulders, possibly looking for the Go to Sleep.] BJ: It could be over right here Matt! [This time Ranma counters with knees to the head, dazing Ken. As Ranma slips out he turns Ken around, hooking the left arm behind him in the Hammerlock position while cradling his entire body, the head in the front face lock position with his other arm.] BJ: OH NO! NOT THIS! MJ: YES! YES! YES! BJ: HE HAS IT LOCKED IN! [The camera zooms in on the eyes of Kurotsuki glaring through the white mask... an ever so sadistic look in those eyes. Kurotsuki screams out as he puts his own body on the line,, leaping off the side of the scaffold.... .... flashbulbs flicker, flash, and pop.... .... fans sit in awe as both Jisatsu stars and friends go sailing through the air... ..... ten feet down in to the barbed wire!] BJ: OH MY GOD! KEG CRUSHER! KEG CRUSHER! OFF THE SCAFFOLD IN TO THE BARBED WIRE NETTING! RANMA THREW HIS OWN BODY AND WELL BEING ON THE LINE TO DESTROY "BARBED WIRE" KEN RIGHT THERE! MJ: I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE! BJ: RANMA STILL HAS KEN IN HIS CLUTCHES! THEY ARE TRAPPED IN THAT BARBED WIRE! [Flashbulbs fill Korakuen Hall as both wrestlers struggle to free themselves from the tangle of barbed wire to no avail. After a few moments, the barbed wire gives way and both men go sailing once again... .... this time wrapped in barbed wire.... .... all the way down to the canvas another ten feet below!] "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!" BJ: THEY ARE DEAD! THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD! HOW COULD ANYBODY SURVIVE THAT!? MJ: WHY WOULD ANYBODY DO THAT TO THEMSELVES!? RANMA KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING! BJ: That's how much this Tournament means to him! [Senior official Billy Jones jumps back inside the ring where he had to duck for cover from the fall. Jones checks on both warriors before initializing the twenty count on both men.] Jones: ONE! TWO! THREE!! [Neither man moves as Jones continues to count. Flashbulbs are still popping all over.] Jones: Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight.... BJ: And Ranma just moved his head I think! Jones: Nine... Ten... Eleven..... Twelve.... BJ: And now Ken starting to stir as well! [POP!] [Ranma rolls over on to his chest as Ken drags himself towards the razor wire, not able to stand.] Jones: Thirteen.... Fourteen..... Fifteen.... Sixteen.... [Kurotsuki tries to stand but his legs wont hold up as he falls right back to the mat. Ken on the other side latches on to the middle strand of razor wire...ouch!] Jones: Seventeen.... Eighteen.... [And pulls himself up to a standing position to a huge ovation from the capacity crowd. Meanwhile Kurotsuki gives one more effort at making it to his feet...] Jones: Nineteen.... BJ: RANMA UP! BOTH MEN UP! THIS MATCH CONTINUES! MJ: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! [Ken looks at Ranma, the pain evident in his eyes. BWK motions for Ranma to bring it on. Kurotsuki obliges, diving at Ken and nearly falling in to his trap! Luckily he manages to put on the brakes before disaster has a chance to strike.] BJ: Ranma almost face first in to that razor wire, Matt! MJ: I don't know if that mask would even protect him from that razor wire. BJ: Ken with the rear waist lock... looking for the German Suplex, but Ranma holds his ground. [Kurotsuki drops down to his knees, and turns in to the razor wire, forcing Ken to go tumbling in to the wire to the roar of the crowd!] BJ: KEN RIGHT IN TO THAT RAZOR WIRE! HE'S CUT UP! HIS FACE AND ARMS MANGLED! MJ: ... [With Ken feeling the effects of the razor wire, Kurotsuki takes this time to do some constructing, going right for the glass windshield, which he leans up against the razor wire.] BJ: There's no telling what it will take to keep one of these men down for the count of twenty. MJ: We've already seen things that would kill most men! BJ: Ranma with a syringe! [Ranma hovers over Ken, moving in for the kill. The crowd is abuzz with anticipation.] MJ: Now wait a minute! If he's so straight edge, does he even know how to use that thing? BJ: It's a SYRINGE, Matt. You stick them with the pointy end! [The glittering steel needle is held in a death grip by Ranma as he gets into position over Ken. Ranma's chest is moving in and out rapidly, getting as much air as he can into his lungs as he battles exhaustion. Ranma is just about to drive the syringe home, but Ken grabs Ranma's wrist!] MJ: Ken's down but he's not out yet! [Holding on for dear life, "Barbed Wire" Ken is on his knees in front of Ranma Kurotsuki, trying to keep the syringe from taking a journey into his face. The camera is intensely close to the action, and we can see just how dangerously close that needle is to striking home. Ranma's disbelief is evident as he pushes with all his might, trying to force the syringe downward while Ken does everything possible to restrain him! The crowd is electrified!] BJ: My God! Ranma Kurotsuki looks like he's trying to put that syringe right into the eyes of "Barbed Wire" Ken! [Ranma comes very, very close to blinding Ken permanently... but he is suddenly stopped by a fist to the gut! Ken gets his face out of the way, causing Ranma to try and stab Ken once again, but Ken head butts Ranma in the midsection this time before reaching up and grabbing Kurotsuki and planting him with the chin breaker! POP!] BJ: Desperation move by "Barbed Wire" Ken! MJ: Desperation or not, it hit paydirt! [Ken's hand scrambles quickly to retrieve the needle, and he rises to his full height once it's in hand. There's a cruel gleam in his eye...] BJ: And now Ken has that Syringe! And he's stabbing away at Ranma profusely! [POP! Like a relentless piston, Ken proceeds to go to work with the syringe, striking at every inch of soft tissue he can find on Ranma Kurotsuki! Ranma's howls of pain illustrate just what a cruel little tool the syringe really is.] BJ: Jabbing it in to the body! The neck! The arms! MJ: This is disturbing...has Ken ever done time, Beej? He's using that thing like a damned shiv! [Once he's done, Ken hurls the syringe out in to the crowd. A mob of Jisatsu fans fight over the souvenir as Kurotsuki drops to his knees and we finally see blood running out from the mask, more than likely from the chin breaker.] MJ: Hepatitis! Sickos! BJ: It looks as though Ranma is bleeding from the mouth, it's hard to tell with that mask on. [Ken hoists the dead weight of Kurotsuki up to his feet, dragging him over to the glass windshield propped up against the razor wire. Ken takes a moment to get his wind back before he applies a front face lock and attempts to Suplex Kurotsuki in to the glass, but Kurotsuki slips out yet again, delivering a kick to the back of Ken's knee before spinning him around in the Indian Death Lock, which forces Ken to fall face first in to the glass which doesn't break... yet!] BJ: INVERTED INDIAN DEATHLOCK APPLIED! MJ: Great strategy to soften Ken up, even though there are no submissions in this match. BJ: Ken's face pressed up against that windshield! [Kurotsuki in a standing position uses his free leg to drive Ken's face through the glass, and down in to the razor wire with the curb stomp!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK" [SICK SPOT POP!] BJ: BOTTLE BUSTER! BOTTLE BUSTER THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD AND IN TO THE RAZOR WIRE! MJ: I hope it didn't catch Ken's jugular! That was extremely dangerous. BJ: This whole match is freakin' dangerous! [A close up reveals blood pouring from the face of "Barbed Wire" Ken who's face is a mask of anguish and pain. The camera captures all of his suffering as some chants of "He's Hardcore!" and "Holy Shit!" fill the arena. Flashbulbs explode and the fans try to capture the horrifying image. Not a fan is seated as many of them chime in with dueling chants.] "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" BJ: The gaijen fans showing their support for both of these extraordinary competitors! MJ: Ken's face looks like frigging hamburger meat, Beej. I hope the ladies still love him when all of this is said and done. BJ: And Ranma heading down the ring steps to the outside, and he has a steel chair... bringing it back inside the ring with him. MJ: You can't even call it a ring. There are two sides of razor wire. How is it a ring? [A murmur goes over the capacity crowd as Ranma stands over Ken, wielding the steel chair. After hesitating briefly Ranma drives the chair in to the kidneys of Ken who never sees the shot coming. The brash Jisatsu star screams in agony as Kurotsuki shows no remorse, repeatedly driving the steel chair in to the back and kidneys of Ken.] BJ: Ken is seriously cut after that Bottle Buster, and now Kurotsuki with the body shots using that steel chair. If Ken loses much more blood he may just pass out for the twenty count! MJ: The Internet smarks would shit all over that finish! BJ: Finish? MJ: Don't kayfabe me mother fucker. [Ranma holds his mask away from his mouth, allowing him to spit a huge wad of blood to the canvas before opening the chair and positioning it near the center of the ring. The straight edge warrior then turns his attention back to Ken who is beyond dazed, struggling to make it to his feet.] BJ: Ranma sizing Ken up, and _labeling_ him with those stiff kicks to the upper body! Ken desperately doing all he can to wipe the crimson from his eyes. MJ: Yes! More light tubes! BJ: Kurotsuki now finds a bundle of light tubes. We told you there were all kinds of toys Jisatsu fans. [Standing over top of Ken with the bundle, Ranma goes to break it over his face... "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK" ... but Ken manages to avoid contact by rolling out of harms way. By the time Ranma realizes what just transpired Ken is able to make it to a vertical base. Kurotsuki quickly spins around, hoping to be one step ahead of Ken.] [POP!] "SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: YAKUUUUUZAAAHHHHHH!!!! [It's Ken surprisingly the quicker of the two in this instance drilling Ranma with the Yakuza kick that sends Ranma flailing in to the razor wire! Pop!] MJ: That's gonna leave a mark. BJ: Now Ken wrapping some of the barbed wire remnants from the trampoline around his knee! Why do this to yourself? MJ: The scars are permanent! BJ: And he does it like every damn match! [With the barbed wire around his knee Ken grabs Ranma by his frosted tips and goes to town, kneeing his opponent right between the eyes over and over until Kurotsuki is on dream street. Ken then places Kurotsuki's head between his legs, possibly looking for the power bomb, but it's Ranma digging up the strength to back body drop Ken.] BJ: Big back body drop, getting himself out of harms way was Kurotsuki. Both men extremely slow to get up as this night has unquestionably taken it's toll on both individuals. MJ: Still not a fan sitting Beej. BJ: A tremendous crowd this has been for this first ever King of the Crimson Sun Tournament. Fans gathering from all over the world to witness this spectacle and these two men delivering plus some here in the finals! [As Ken makes it back to his feet, Kurotsuki uses the steel chair he had positioned earlier as a launching pad, leaping on to Ken's shoulders for the Hurracanranna attempt but Ken hangs on!] [ENORMOUS POP!] BJ: KEN HEADING RIGHT FOR THE SIDE WITH THE ELECTRIFIED LIGHT TUBES LOG CABIN! [The fans gasp as Ken sprints towards the open ended side of the ring, without a care in the world other than winning the King of the Crimson Sun. Once to the edge Ken jumps.... ... heading right for the log cabin of electrified light tubes... .... in the Sit Out _Powerbomb_ position!!!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKCK!" "CRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!" "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "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!" BJ: RUNNING LIGER BOMB IN TO THE LOG CABIN! MJ: A simple power bomb wouldn't suffice? What was he thinking going in all that glass with him!? BJ: Both men completely incoherent on the concrete! Laying in the shards of glass, their bodies and Ken's face cut to shreds! What more is it going to take? [The camera man catches all the gore, getting right up close on both competitors, basically covered in glass. Ranma's body twitches on the cold pavement as Billy Jones initiates the twenty count on both men.] Jones: ONE! TWO! THREE!! [Neither man moves as Jones continues to count. Flashbulbs are still popping all over.] Jones: Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight.... [The crowd gets a little nervous as Jones reaches the half way point of his count and neither man has started to stir. A close shot reveals a pool of blood under Ken's head.] Jones: Nine... Ten... Eleven..... Twelve.... BJ: Ken sat up! Ken sat up! [POP!] Jones: Thirteen.... Fourteen..... Fifteen.... Sixteen.... [Ken rolls about the glass shards, fighting and clawing to make it to the ring apron. Ken reaches one of his bloody hands up to the canvas, but can't seem to pull himself up...] Jones: Seventeen.... Eighteen.... Crowd: KEN! KEN! KEN! KEN! [But he just can't stand up. All he has to do is stand because Ranma has not moved an inch!] Jones: Nineteen.... [SHOCKED POP!] BJ: Ken just tripped the ref! MJ: That's one way to disrupt Billy Jones count! BJ: Oh wow! And he just collapses back to the glass and concrete! Did you hear his body splat when it hit the floor? MJ: These guys are going to be feeling this for months! [Jones gets back to his feet just as Ken starts to pull himself back in the ring. With his head just slightly above the ring canvas, kneeling out on the floor, we get another grueling image of Ken's crimson mask.] BJ: Finally Ranma has started to stir as Ken rolls back on to the canvas. Ranma crawling out of the glass a bloody mess, and these fans encouraging both warriors on. MJ: These stupid fans won't pay your hospital bills so why give them any more then they deserve? BJ: They won't pay the bills, but Winston will! MJ: True. [Still crawling around ringside, Kurotsuki gets completely out of the glass before pulling himself to a crouching position with assistance from the ring apron. Up on the ring canvas Ken grabs the steel chair and backs all the way up to the far side of the ring, then sprints towards the side of the ring with the razor wire... .... hurdling himself over the top strand of razor wire... .... steel chair tightly clenched up against his battered body... .... and crashing in to the unaware Ranma Kurotsuki!] MJ: KEN JUST CLEARED THE F'N RAZOR WIRE! BJ: He's known to do that dive with the steel chair over the ring ropes, but never over razor wire! MJ: What a match! These two giving it everything they have, just as we thought they would. BJ: Billy Jones starts up with the count! Jones: One..... Two...... Three..... Four..... [The fans are abuzz after the insane dive to the concrete that leaves both guys sprawled out on the floor.] Jones: Five.... Six.... Seven.... Eight..... [Ken is first to his feet, holding the dented steel chair over his head to the roar of the fans.] BJ: And Ken pulling Ranma up to his feet, wanting to finish this match off! "THUUUUUUUUUD!" BJ: Head butt by Ken, and Kurotsuki staggers back on wobbly legs! This could be the beginning of the end! [After shaking the effects of the head butt off himself Ken once again clears the blood from his eyes and nose before sizing Ranma up with the steel chair high above his head!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" BJ: BLISTERING CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF KUROTSUKI! [Ranma collapses in to a chair which was conveniently set in the corner of the guard rail. Ken slams the chair to the concrete and lets out a yell that his legions of fans respond to.] BJ: These Tokyo fans adore Ken! MJ: They're extremely fond of Ranma as well Beej! BJ: You're right Matt. What a main event we're watching unfold before our eyes! How fitting that the tournament finals comes down to two local boys! MJ: Brings a tear to my eye. BJ: Was that sarcasm? MJ: Me? Sarcasm? [With a bloody and unresponsive Kurotsuki in a seated position up against the guard rail Ken crawls up to the apron, where he backs up to the farthest ring post from Ranma.] BJ: Watch out Matt! [The fans cheer as Ken dashes across the apron and throws his body right in the direction of Kurotsuki who comes to and rolls out of the way...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHH!" BJ: CANNON BALL RIGHT IN TO THE GUARD RAIL! RANMA ESCAPED HARM THAT TIME! MJ: KEN MAY HAVE BROKEN HIS DAMN NECK! BJ: I DON'T KNOW IF KEN CAN GET UP! [Jones starts his count on both men.] Jones: One..... Two...... Three..... Four..... [Ken lays in the remnants of a twisted up steel chair upside down against the guard rail while Ranma kneels up against the apron gasping for air!] Jones: Five.... Six.... Seven.... Eight..... [This time it's Ranma's turn to pull himself to the apron. Jones continues his count on Ken while Ranma leans up against the ring post on the apron... his chest pumping up and down!] Jones: Nine.... Ten..... Eleven...... Twelve.... Thirteen.... BJ: Both these guys fighting for air. MJ: Who are you kidding? Ken is unconscious. Ring the damn bell. Ring it! [Ranma sees the eyes of Ken shoot open, and before he can even move the straight edge warrior dives at Ken with the double knees catching the upside down Ken square in the chest!] [HUGE POP!] BJ: KEN CAUGHT THE DOUBLE KNEES TO THE CHEST FROM RANMA WHO CAME FLYING OFF THE APRON! [More dueling chants as Kurotsuki realizing his time could be now, fights through the pain and brings himself back to a standing position.] "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" BJ: Win or lose, both of these guys can say they left it all laying in the ring here at the King of the Crimson Sun Finals! MJ: These two friends beating the living daylights out of each other. Why can't you and I do this once and a while Beej? BJ: No thanks. [Ranma rolls Ken back in to the ring by his spiked hair, while using the stairs to get back in himself taking all the time he can to catch his breath.] BJ: What a main event the Industrial Death Match has been and it's not over yet. Both these men willing themselves on! MJ: Is a trophy worth all of this? Go have one made! The runner up pay can't be that bad with Winston's hand in this a little. "THWAP!" BJ: Deadly kick to the skull by Ranma while Ken was on his knees! [Following a couple more kicks Ranma pulls Ken to his feet, helping him stand while in the front face lock. Kurotsuki hooks one of Ken's barbed wire wrapped legs as well, hoisting him for the Fisherman Suplex... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!? .... then taking all the air out of his lungs by turning it in to a Gut buster in mid air!] Crowd: RANMA! RANMA! RANMA! RANMA! BJ: What a move by Ranma! This could be the sequence of moves that puts Ken away! [Kurotsuki immediately pulls the dead weight of Ken back to his feet and plants with the High Angle Northern Lights Suplex! The fans sense the end is near yelling at the top of their lungs.] BJ: BIG SUPLEX AND KUROTSUKI AGAIN TO HIS FEET! WHAT ENDURANCE BEING SHOWN HERE IN THE LATE STAGES OF THE TOURNAMENT! MJ: THE DEDICATION! BJ: KUROTSUKI WITH THE LEGS! APPLYING THAT ELEVATED TEXAS CLOVER LEAF! RANMA HAS IT LOCKED IN! MJ: BUT THERE AREN'T ANY SUBMISSIONS! BJ: KEN COULD PASS OUT FROM THE PAIN! LUNAR ECLIPSE APPLIED! RANMA HAS THE LUNAR ECLIPSE LOCKED ON "BARBED WIRE" KEN HIS FRIEND! MJ: THERE AREN'T ANY ROPES TO GET TO IF YOU WANTED TO! [Ken screams in pain as Kurotsuki leans back with everything he's got left in the gas tank. Korakuen Hall is literally shaking from the noise of the fans as Ken fights to make it to the edge of the ring and perhaps break the hold by falling off the side but Ranma pulls him right back to the center of the ring to the roar of the Jisatsu fans.] BJ: KEN FADING FAST! KEN IS FADING! MJ: NIGHTY NIGHT! BJ: RANMA WITH THE LUNAR ECLIPSE SINCHED IN TIGHT! "BARBED WIRE" KEN HAS NO PLACE TO ESCAPE! [After a couple moments with flashbulbs exploding everywhere Ken's bloodied face falls to the canvas, almost instantly a pool of blood form around his nose and mouth. Ranma shouts at Senior Official Billy Jones to start the count but Jones insists that Ranma must release the hold in order to initiate the count. After a slight hesitation Ranma follows orders and Jones starts the count on a lifeless "Barbed Wire" Ken.] Jones: One..... Two...... Three..... Four..... [Ken remains in a pool of blood while Ranma limps around the ring in severe agony. ] Jones: Five.... Six.... Seven.... Eight..... [Ken... ... is motionless.] Jones: Nine.... Ten..... Eleven...... Twelve.... Thirteen.... [F'n out!] Jones: Fourteen.... Fifteen.... Sixteen..... Seventeen..... [Until the count of about seventeen and a half when he lifts his head off the canvas....] Jones: Eighteen.... [Then pushes himself up to his knees....] Jones: Nineteen.... [....] [EARTHSHATTERING POP!] BJ: HE'S UP! KEN'S UP! THE GUTS AND DETERMINATION OF "BARBED WIRE" KEN TONIGHT! MY GOD MATT! MJ: I said it before... win or lose this is Ken's coming out party! [Immediately after breaking the count Ken collapses in to the waiting arms of Kurotsuki who honestly can't believe Ken broke the count. Kurotsuki gives some words to his friend... his foe before attempting to lift Ken for the Suplex in to the Exploding Spider net Death Trap.] BJ: KEN BLOCKED IT! HEADBUTT BY KEN STUNS RANMA ENOUGH TO ESCAPE HIS GRASP! [Ken hoists the stunned Ranma up on to his shoulders in the Fire mans Carry position. The straight edge warrior squirms until Ken tosses him in to the air... "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ... and introduces his barbed wire wrapped knee to the jaw of Kurotsuki! Both bloodied and beaten warriors face belly up on the crimson covered canvas!] BJ: GO TO SLEEP! KEN HIT THE GO TO SLEEP! MJ: BOTH GUYS ARE OUT LIKE A LIGHT! BJ: THIS CAPACITY CROWD AS LOUD AS IT HAS BEEN ALL NIGHT! "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" "LETS GO KEN!" "LETS GO RANMA!" [Billy Jones reaches the count of seven before Ken makes it to his feet, motioning to the crowd that the match is over to a huge pop! Ken one last time wipes the blood from his eyes before dragging Ranma up by the frosty locks.] BJ: KEN DRAGGING RANMA TOWARDS THE EXPLODING SPIDERNET DEATH TRAP! MJ: WE SAW WHAT HE DID THROUGH THE LOG CABIN OF LIGHT TUBES! [Ken is in a very dangerous spot as he traps the arms while applying the front waist lock on Ranma.] BJ: KEN WITH HIS BACK TO THE SPIDERNET DEATH TRAP! WHAT DOES HE HAVE IN STORE FOR RANMA NEXT!?!? MJ: NOTHING WILL SURPRISE ME AT THIS POINT! [In one swift motion Ken pushes off the edge of the apron, while taking Kurotsuki up and over with him executing a back flip from the low perch....] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" BJ: SPANISH FLY IN TO THE EXPLODING SPIDERNET DEATH TRAP! KEN WITH THE SPANISH FLY ON RANMA! MJ: NO F'N WAY! BJ: SPANISH FLY! [Black smokes immediately rises from the remnants of the Spider net Death Trap. Neither competitor can be seen in the smoke as Billy Jones starts his count standing over the two men on the ring.] Jones: One.... Two.... Three.... Four.... [The fans watch patiently, hoping one of the two men is able to make it to their feet but it looks extremely grim at this particular point in time. EMT's wait near by, ready to check on both men after the match ends.] Jones: Five..... Six...... Seven.... Eight..... Night.... BJ: NEITHER MAN GETTING UP FROM THIS! HOW CAN THEY!? Jones: Ten.... Eleven.... Twelve.... Thirteen.... Fourteen.... [Suddenly a hand rises from the smoke!] [BLOW THE ROOF OFF KORAKUEN HALL POP!] MJ: WHAT!? BJ: BUT WHOSE HAND IS IT!? Jones: Fifteen.... |
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| USJPSkipper | Jan 28 2010, 03:12 AM Post #6 |
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[Grabbing the trophy with two hands from Billy Jones, Ken balances himself long enough to hold the trophy way up over head as flashbulbs explode all over Korakuen Hall.] [HUGE POP!] BJ: What a sight! By god "Barbed Wire" Ken is the King of the Crimson Sun! He was a damn fill in. One of the last guys to get in. MJ: Let's be honest the guy wasn't even invited. BJ: But his friend Ranma Kurotsuki convinced Carter that Ken was King of the Crimson Sun material. And here he is in the winners circle if you will! MJ: Boy do you think Ranma's regretting that right about now? [Medics tend to Ranma who still remains buried in the remnants of the Exploding Spider Net Death Trap. Black smoke still hovering throughout Korakuen Hall.] BJ: Try not to breathe the stuff in Matt. MJ: I thought I felt high! BJ: What a night for "Barbed Wire" Ken to outlast some of the biggest stars in Jisatsu wrestling to take home the prize! [We get a good shot of Ken smiling through all of the blood, his spiked black hair still pointing straight up, just matted with blood. Ken hobbles about the ring standing by the edge checking on Ranma Kurotsuki.] BJ: Thanks for joining us tonight fans. We hope you have enjoyed a King of the Crimson Sun. [Shot of Ken cradling the trophy, bringing it to his bloodied face, and delivering a kiss to the steel prize!] BJ: For Matt Jones and everyone at A Wandering Drifter Productions I'm BJ Young saying so long everybody! [In all of his glory Ken hoists the trophy one final time as we slowly fade to black!] |
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| Matt | Jan 28 2010, 01:20 PM Post #7 |
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Man, the second half of this show was just blow away. Cold Night in Hell is an early candidate for MOTY. Siiiick spots and it effectively turned Ken face which I didn't think could be done, even in Tokyo. Just awesome. Tea & Crumpets Deathmatch was a surprise and cracked me the hell up. Bravo. Kinkaid/McBaine was really good. Probably really cool for Weismann. It's not every day that you get to read two of your own characters going at it like that. And the finals were great. A well-deserved victory for Ken.
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| RanmaSolo | Jan 28 2010, 02:33 PM Post #8 |
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This show fucking rocked. I'm so glad you talked me into doing it! BIG congratulations to Joe, that was so damn cool to see Ken win. I remember when I first saw BWK in Two Bloody Nights In Texarkana and I thought... Wow, he sucks. lol And then to see the way he grew, changed and evolved in PJG, this is the culmination of that I think. Undeniable super star, man. ![]() -Mike |
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| shapshift | Jan 28 2010, 04:46 PM Post #9 |
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Gee Whiz
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90% of the awesome for that match is Blottie's fault. I do love how we basically took some BS'ing between us on the forums and turned it into -that-. It was hella fun to be a part of
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| themightyblot | Jan 29 2010, 12:30 AM Post #10 |
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Hey, don't short-change yourself, Phil. You were as much a part of that match as I was. We need to BS more often! Brian J. Blottie -Yeah, because two hours a night isn't enough. |
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| shapshift | Jan 29 2010, 01:04 AM Post #11 |
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I agree, and if you keep hooking me up with clips like the Yoshihiko ones (and the Lioncock) then all will be right in my little corner of the world. |
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| Matt | Jan 29 2010, 01:06 AM Post #12 |
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Do I even want to know what the "Lioncock" is? |
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| shapshift | Jan 29 2010, 01:27 AM Post #13 |
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Gee Whiz
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Indy wrestler Chris Bosh, dropping to one knee and punching people in the nuts, with Van-Damme'esque eyeball bulging, mouth agape "aaaah"-ing. Far, far funnier than it sounds when described. Witness for yourself. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Etotg3S3BeI |
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| Matt | Jan 29 2010, 01:34 AM Post #14 |
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Hahaha. I love it. So wacky. |
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| shapshift | Jan 29 2010, 01:41 AM Post #15 |
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You like that, you'll love Yoshihiko, from the DDT promotion. He and his tag team partner Danshoku Dino have given me much hilarity of late. Again, blame Blottie. |
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