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| Master of the Ring; Uh, it's really dead | |
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| nickdemola | Jul 5 2010, 05:31 PM Post #1 |
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Here's Kinsey/Holliday from MotR VII for everyone's, er, enjoyment. [The camera fades into a short, balding white man standing next to a tall, muscular Mexican. They are both wearing tuxedos as the short man speaks.] SJ: WELCOME EVERYONE TO MASTER OF THE RING SEVEN!!! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!! SJ: I'm Stuart Jennings, your host for these festivities... CROWD: JUA-NI-TO!!! JUA-NI-TO!!! SJ: They want you, Juan. JV: Damn right! SJ: With me, as always... The Muscle Behind The Mic... The Wizard Of Words... The ORIGINAL... ... JUAN VASQUEZ!!! JV: I love that intro. SJ: I know you do. Now, Juanito, we have a huge card to get to tonight. JV: Sixteen men fighting for the Master of the Ring Seven title! Two former MotR champs dueling it out in the SuperBout! A Tanning Bed Death M- [The lights go out.] SJ: It doesn't look like we're wasting any time! [Piercing violins sound out over the arena.] SJ: Hey! Those violins mean only one thing! JV: It's my boy! Nicky D's coming to the ring! [The violins lead to... _________BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!_________ _________BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!_________ ... TWO GUITAR RIFFS AND ACCOMPANYING EXPLOSIONS! _________BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!_________ _________BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!_________ ... and two MORE! And the nasally voice sings out...] # Take a look at these dirty hands # ["Bad Attitude" by Deep Purple BLARES throughout the arena as the house lights turn back on... # You got yourself a load of trouble now # # You got yourself a bad deal # # You say i've got a bad attitude # # How d'you think i feel # [... Nick Demola appears! The spotlight focuses on him as he struts down the aisle, yelling something to the crowd about forgiving their sins. He comes down the aisle in his "Submit or Die Tour: Last Ride" t-shirt, black jeans, and a towel around his neck. An attendant holds the ropes open for him as he jumps in the ring and raises his hands... to a chorus of boos.] SJ: Welcome to the ring, Mister Dem- DEMOLA: Damn it, Stu. This is MY ring. I don't need any welcome from you. Or these damn people. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HEEL POP!!! DEMOLA: You paid your money! Bitch all you want, boo me all you want, I got your damn paychecks, didn't I? SJ: I guess I should ask... to what do we owe this, uh, honor? DEMOLA: I just wanted to open this show up the RIGHT way. You and Juan here always blab your way through a five minute spiel and sell the card, even though these people just bought the show. I mean, it's not like they're going to LEAVE if you don't sell it correctly, right? So I'm taking some teevee time to let these people know the score on this show. JV: Yeah! DEMOLA: Stu and Juan, you kissass, just go down to your little seats at ringside and stay out of the way. [Jennings and Vasquez shrug and leave the ring as the fans give Demola a cascade of boos.] DEMOLA: You boo me, but I always give you what you want, don't I? Master of the Ring ALWAYS gives you the best show of the damn year. And this is gonna be the best one of them all, with the best tournament field of all time highlighting this show. [Demola nods.] DEMOLA: One of those sixteen men will join a long, long list of great champions. You have two of those champions wrestling tonight, in Jason Keening and Bad Eye McBaine. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!! DEMOLA: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. [A smattering of boos as Demola waves off the names he just mentioned.] DEMOLA: Then there are other names who reached their peak at this tournament, like Victor V. Hill and Brian Von Braun. CROWD: BIG POP!!! DEMOLA: And then... we get Rick Styles. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BOOS!!!! DEMOLA: At Master of the Ring Three I made SURE that Styles won that tournament! I knew he was the best man, and I made SURE he got that title! Not that punk Andrew "Flash" Tucker! Not Sabbath! But you misguided souls STILL hate me for that. I gave you the best, and you hate me for it! CROWD: ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!! DEMOLA: And tonight... I see the same opportunity. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HEEL POP!!! DEMOLA: That's right! Tonight, there are a couple of guys who I see as the most deserving of the title in this tournament tonight... ... and I will make sure that they win it. So Ace of Hearts. Terry Boston. Congratulations! You'll be fighting in the finals for the Master of the Ring Seven title! CROWD: BULL-SHIT!!! BULL-SHIT!!! DEMOLA: And one of you'll join all those great names I mentioned earlier as Master of the Ring champions! [And for the second time in this very young evening, the lights go out and a voice rings out in the darkness...a voice Nick Demola didn't count on hearing tonight.] V: Just like me, right Nick? JV: Oh no... SJ: IS THAT?! [And for a very long moment, precisely NOTHING happens. And then...] #I JUST SAID UP YOURS, BABY!# "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" [DEAFENING POP as "Electric Head pt. 2" by White Zombie roars to life and the lights come back up. Standing at the top of the aisle, microphone in hand, is none other than the greatest and _last_ MOTR Champion that nobody ever saw. In classic retro white jeans with black and blue wrestling boots curiously peeking out from underneath and nothing else, he takes two steps forward and grins a mile wide, soaking in the reaction of the stunned crowd. As he struts down the aisle, casting his gaze upon the stunned Demola, Stuart Jennings makes the call.] SJ: LUKE KINSEY IS IN YANKEE STADIUM! JV: What the heck is this guy trying to do? SJ: Maybe he's trying to get some actual AIRTIME on a Master of the Ring program! JV: He's the sixth Master of the Ring champion. He should go back to L.A. with his cool ass self and leave this show alone! [Luke walks that aisle and then hops onto the apron, raising his arms to a big pop and then slingshotting himself into the ring. He signals for the music to cut off and then begins to circle the shocked owner of the MOTR franchise, Luke's trademark grin giving way to a sneer. Instead of speaking, or perhaps even striking Nick...Luke does nothing. He just stares at Demola...] SJ: Quite a bit of tension in that ring, Juanito. JV: You can say that again. LK: Nickolas, we need to talk. You do realize that this is Master of the Ring VII, yes? You do realize that you're about to give away the MOTR crown to some Flavor of the Month from the bush leagues right? You're gonna soil the name of this "prestigious" tournament, the tournament won by guys like Jason Keening, Bad Eye McBaine, Rick Styles, Victor V. Hill and Brian Von Braun, five guys who've won your tournament before. On second thought...if Rick Styles and Victor V. fucking Hill won your tournament, maybe it doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot. I tell ya pal, it's a good thing MOTR six went off as well as it did. My God man, the star power was _immense_. Stevie Scott... [POP!] LK: ...Juan Vasquez version two... [POP!] LK: ...Jacob Cross, Braizen Haiden, a bunch of jerkoffs no one cares about, Doc Holliday and last but not least, yours truly...all in a sixteen man tournament, that over a three night span about set the world on fire. Those were the days, eh buddy? [Luke cocks an eyebrow at Demola, who mouths a curse at Kinsey.] LK: But say, Nick...why don't you tell us. Since you're a fiscally incompetent maroon, and no one got to see that show of all shows...tell these people just who won Master of the Ring six. [Demola shakes his head.] ND: I don't know what goddamn point you're trying to prove here, Luke. These people know you won the tournament. You know you won. But we're moving on here, Luke. We don't need to look on the... [Demola puts a finger in Kinsey's chest.] ND: ... mistakes of the past. Consider yourself lucky, Luke. You were Master of the Ring Six champion... and nobody can take that from you. LK: You're goddamn right I won...but if a tree falls in the woods and nobody's watching, does it make any noise? I've wrestled the greats, Demola. I've been in the most famous arenas and won some of the most coveted titles. I've done great things, pally. I've pulled the wool over the eyes of the best this game has EVER seen. Ended streaks, beat the unbeatable, done the impossible...yeah, it's sorta what I do. But I've _never_, _ever_ been better than the night I won the MOTR VI crown. And _you_... [Kinsey points his finger in Demola's chest, returning the gesture.] LK: ...stole that from me, cause you're a fuckin' moron. [POP!] LK: I don't take kindly to people stealing my stuff, bandejo, and before your seventh tournament gets off the ground you're gonna do the _right thing_ and award me what is rightfully mine. And if you don't? I'll lay you out so fast even God won't get the message. [Demola doesn't have time to respond, for even before Kinsey finishes the last word of his sentence, the opening of "Blaze Of Glory" by Jon Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA.] SJ: What is THIS NOW??? [Both Kinsey and Demola turn to the entrance ramp with genuine surprise, and the crowd pops wildly again for another uninvited guest. The type of uninvited guest who likes to pick fights, disturb the shit, and otherwise make things happen. That would be our good friend, Doc Holliday, with a serious, nasty scowl on his face.] SJ: DOC HOLLIDAY?! That's the man that Luke Kinsey edged out to win last year's Master Of The Ring! He wasn't invited, and certainly isn't expected! JV: Look at the look in his eyes! He's not here to talk, Stuart. [The theoretically retired runner-up to MOTR VI wastes no time marching to the ring. Doc is a lean man with long wavy light-brown hair, a handsome clean-shaven angular face, and is wearing a black jacket over a white silk dress shirt with black pants. But one clue to his true intentions may lie in the fact that he seems to be wearing his wrestling boots. That's never a good sign. Holliday marches up the steps, as Demola seizes an oppotrunity to change the subject.] DEMOLA: God damn it, who the hell let you IN HERE??? [Holliday rips the mic out of Demola's hands. The crowd cheers! The home audience cheers as well! Come on, you know you want to.] DH: Demola, try somethin' new. Shut up. [POP! Demola reacts angrily.] DH: An' Kinsey, ah do believe ah jus' heard ya claim yerself th' winnah of Master Offa Ring Six. Ah came heah tanight ta dispute that. See, ever'one jus' heard Nick Demola admit how he does business. He gonna fix this heah event so who he wants ta win it is a-gonna win it. Seems to me he's got some experience in th' matter. [Uh oh. Kinsey begins to see where Holliday is headed, and clearly doesn't like it. Demola still seems angry, but you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he ponders a way to use this situation to his advantage. Holliday turns to the crowd.] DH: PEOPLE! Anyone o' you that saw MOTR 6, raise yer hand. [Not a whole lot of hands raise.] DH: Well, let me tell ya whut ya missed. It was th' biggest screwjob outside o' th' Playboy Mansion. Luke Kinsey got hisself a free ride to win it all, on account of Nick Demola WANTED him ta win. [Kinsey practically blows up. He tries to take the mic from Holliday, but Doc snatches it right back.] DH: FACE IT! You was th' next big star, ya fought in th' trendy federations, an' ever'one was sure ya was gonna be a Name. Doc Holliday, he's a retired man. Yesterday's news. Nevah did follow th' trends, nevah did make thet Name. Ya know whut bein' a Name means, don'cha? Means yer a promoter's tool, kid. Means they hand ya everythin' on a silver platter, for th' low low price of spendin' alla yer days livin' a lie. Once upon a time, ah wanted thet. Ah wanted ta be a Name, ah wanted ta live thet lie. But at th' end of th' day, Kinsey, you have ta look in th' mirror. An' thet mirror don' EVER lie. Th' mirror's been tellin' ya somethin' fer th' past year-an-some-months, Kinsey. It's tellin' ya, "Luke... Doc Holliday was th' better man, an' you won because Demola's puppet refs made sure of it." [The crowd oooohs, sensing an imminent fight. Demola seems to be stepping in the middle, as Kinsey appears to be angrily considering a course of action.] DH: Oh, but don' jus' take mah word fer it. Show th' footage! Show th' slow counts! Show th' quick count you got at th' end! Whar's th' footage, Demola?! DEMOLA: Doc, you know there's no footage. DH: Ah, how convien-yent. [At this point, Kinsey grabs the mic away from Holliday.] LK: If you've fooled yourself into thinking that numbnuts over here had anything to do with me winning, you better hit the proctologist, Cowboy, 'cause I do believe you've misplaced your head. And it's a good thing there's no footage, because it would have shown me sending you into retirement with one mighty swipe... [Luke makes an exaggerated sweeping motion with his left hand.] LK: ...of my hand. Go crawl back into your hole, Papa Doc, this here's the winner's squared circle...y'know, the gold trophy. But the closest you'll be getting to gold tonight is when you pick the Salisbury Steak out of your teeth. So get to steppin', chump. [Holliday snatches the mic back, shoving Kinsey away by the face in the process.] DH: One mighty swipe o' yer hand, was it? One mighty swipe? That swipe go anythin' lak this? [Holliday swipes his hand past Kinsey. Luke reflexively raises his arms to defend, but the swipe isn't an attack. When Doc's hand comes back, it's clutching Luke's wallet, deftly plucked from his back pocket.] LK: Hey! DH: Ya swiped yer hand, jus' lak this. [Holliday tosses Kinsey's wallet at Demola, who catches it.] DH: An' that was yer mighty swipe, Kinsey. Ya made sure it was yer name thet Demola cashed in on. Demola's always been happy ta cut a deal... DEMOLA: Now before you go any further, you need to recognize who you're talking to here. [Holliday looks Kinsey and Demola up and down.] DH: Th' looks on both yer faces tells me ah'm right. So why not admit it, Demola? Ya already done admitted ya got th' fix out on this heah show! An' ya admitted ya fixed the others! Ah'm supposed ta believe you jus' suddenly decided ta skip a show las' time an' let th' best man win? [Suddenly, the glimmer of an idea appears in Demola's eyes. His anger swiftly morphs into self-satisfaction.] DEMOLA: No, no you're not. But Doc... Luke... I've got a way to settle this. A way to give you both what you want. [Demola nods to Kinsey.] DEMOLA: Luke... you're going to get awarded the MotR Six Title RIGHT HERE, TONIGHT!!! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!! [Demola holds up a finger.] DEMOLA: If you do one thing. [Demola uses the finger and points to Doc Holliday.] DEMOLA: Beat that man right there. Right here tonight in Yankee Stadium. Right now. SJ: WHAAAAAT??? [Demola points to the outside of the ring.] DEMOLA: LET THE MASTER OF THE RING SIX TITLE MATCH BEGIN!!! RING THE BELL! RING IT NOW! "COOL HAND" LUKE KINSEY VS. DOC HOLLIDAY - MotR VI Title Match [DING! DING! DING!] SJ: WE HAVE THE MASTER OF THE RING SIX FINAL GOING ON RIGHT NOW!!! JV: A year in the making, Stuey! SJ: And joining us... Nick Demola himself. JV: Nicky D! ND: Yo Juan. Pretty damn sweet setup, eh? [Kinsey and Holliday trade shots in the ring! Holliday backs Kinsey into the corner... and NAILS him with a left jab!] SJ: OH! The patented Holliday left jab! JV: He just snapped that off on Kinsey! [Holliday starts to remove his silk shirt... ... but Kinsey charges out of the corner and NAILS him with a clothesline!] SJ: These guys aren't even DRESSED to wrestle! ND: This is about pride, Stuey. Not the trappings of wrestling. Not the gear, not even the title. This is about pride, and I'm glad to give these guys a place to ply their trade here on MASTER OF THE RING SEVEN! THE GREATEST CARD EVER! SJ: Oh stop the shilling already. [Kinsey rips the shirt off of Holliday's back and starts to remove his belt.] SJ: Kinsey starting to remove his own belt here... JV: This is just a fight. Nothing on the line but pride and bragging rights, just like Nick said. Great point! ND: Thanks, Juanito. JV: Hey man, I'm always here for you. SJ: Ugh. [Kinsey holds the belt high overhead... SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! ... and just WHIPS HOLLIDAY IN THE BACK WITH THE BELT!!!] SJ: My GOD! Kinsey is just ripping Holliday's back APART with that belt! JV: The welts are forming, Stuey! The blood's about to flow! What a way to start this show! ND: You rhyme all the time. [Kinsey throws Holliday into the corner... and starts choking him with the belt!] SJ: Where's the referee? Where's the rules? Are there any rules? ND: Uh... sure! There'll be pinfalls. I think. And submissions. Maybe. SJ: You're just exploiting these two men! Again! ND: Nah. They started it. I'm just giving them a ring to settle their issues in. [Holliday stands in the corner as Kinsey continues choking him... ... Kinsey leaps in the air... ... AND OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR, STILL CHOKING HOLLIDAY!!!] SJ: WHAT A MOVE! Luke Kinsey using the momentum of his leap and the force of gravity to apply an even MORE brutal choke on Doc Holliday with that damn belt! JV: He's hanging Doc Holliday! This is NO WAY to treat a legend! [Holliday chokes a bit and leans on the ropes... then flips backwards over the top rope and lands HARD on the floor outside the ring!] SJ: Oh! Holliday with a tough spill there! JV: It was the only thing he could do to get out of that choke... but the damage has been done! Luke Kinsey has Doc Holliday down... ND: Just like he did at Master of the Ring Six. Trust me. [Kinsey holds onto the belt choke as he dashes up the ringsteps. He leaps off the ringsteps... ... and back over the top rope and into the ring... HANGING HOLLIDAY OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!] SJ: JESUS GOD ALMIGHTY! Kinsey holding onto that choke! JV: Can Holliday recover from this??? He wasn't ready to fight! How the hell could he have been ready for this onslaught??? [A referee slides into the ring and starts counting for a break... and Kinsey chuckles and lets go of the belt, sending Holliday collapsing to the mat.] SJ: FINALLY some order in there! ND: Good thing that ref ran in there when he did. Holliday may be headless if he didn't. Isn't that coincidental? SJ: This tournament is not your plaything! ND: You'll see, Stuey. You'll see. [Holliday holds his throat and gasps for breath as Kinsey stands on the inside of the ring, measuring Holliday up.] SJ: Kinsey's got Holliday measured up for some sort of dive to the outside! JV: But how the HELL is he going to do that with those dress shoes on??? He's going to kill himself! [Holliday staggers to his feet... ... and Kinsey charges at him from inside the ring!] SJ: LUKE KINSEY IS GOING TO FLY! [Kinsey LEAPS... ... FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE TOWARDS HOLLIDAY... ... HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!! ... AND HOLLIDAY CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR AND DRILLS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A POWERBOMB!!!] SJ: MY GOD! HOLLIDAY WITH A SKYHIGH POWERBOMB!!! JV: OUT OF NOWHERE! Kinsey's head just BOUNCED off the concrete! SJ: These men are just letting it all hang out! JV: Why not? If you're going to fight, you might as well just go for the kill. [Holliday pulls Kinsey by the hair to his feet and starts shuffling his feet in a mock dance.] SJ: Oh come on! What is this? [Holliday SNAPS a left jab and dances away from Kinsey.] SJ: He thinks he's Muhammad Ali in there or something? [Holliday comes back in... and SNAPS another left jab on Kinsey!] JV: It's great! Entertaining AND effective! Those jabs hurt! [Holliday dances away, comes back... ... and NAILS Kinsey with a haymaker that sends him into the guardrail!] SJ: WHAT A SHOT! JV: Holliday is showing his brawling capabilities in there! SJ: That's about all these guys would be prepared to do on such short notice. ND: I don't know about that. These men are pros. I think you'll see a damn good match before this one's done. [Kinsey leans on the guardrail... and Holliday charges at him!] SJ: Holliday's going to knock Kinsey's HEAD OFF here! [Holliday charges... ... and Kinsey ducks for a back body drop!] SJ: Great count- [... but Holliday stops in his tracks... and NAILS Kinsey with a european uppercut!] JV: You were saying? [Holliday... SNAPS off a discus punch that staggers Kinsey!] SJ: Holliday with the brawling again! [Holliday then leaps... ... and sends Kinsey OVER THE GUARDRAIL AND INTO THE CROWD with a leaping knee to the chin!] SJ: Kinsey's in the front row! And Doc Holliday, who looked like he might've been done just moments ago, is now in control of this... uh... fight, I guess. ND: It's a match. It's a match for pride. These men know it, and they're giving everything to win this match. [Holliday raises his arms in celebration as he leaps over the guardrail and approaches Kinsey in the first row.] SJ: Holliday's showboating a bit here. JV: You'd expect anything less? [Holliday moves in towards Kinsey... ... and Kinsey NAILS him with a low blow!] SJ: A low blow from Luke Kinsey! JV: He's pulling out EVERYTHING for this match, man! [Kinsey reaches to his side and grabs a chair, and holds it high overhead as Holliday turns towards him!] SJ: Kinsey with a chair! Kinsey has a chair! JV: Watch it, Doc! [Kinsey rares back... CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! ... AND NAILS HOLLIDAY IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!!!] SJ: WHAT A SHOT! HOLLIDAY IS DOWN! JV: This is just CHAOS out here! Total damn chaos! ND: Just what I was hoping for. [Kinsey starts to climb over the guardrail... ... but turns to the laid out Holliday, with a smirk on his face and a HUUUUUUGE POP accompanying it!] SJ: Wait a second! Why is Kinsey smirking like that? JV: He's got something devious planned. Something sick. This IS Luke Kinsey we're talking about here! ND: Ever the consummate performer. [Kinsey stands on the opposite side of the guardrail and lifts the chair overhead...] SJ: Doc Holliday's already busted open on the floor of the third row! JV: And it's just going to get worse here! [Kinsey lifts the chair... ... leaps ONTO the guardrail... ... FLIPS IN MID-AIR... ... SMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! CROWD: HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!! ... AND NAILS HOLLIDAY WITH A LEGDROP WITH THE CHAIR UNDER HIS LEGS!!!] SJ: OH MY GOD!!! SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT FACEBUSTER TO THE OUTSIDE!!! JV: KINSEY'S INSANE!!! [Kinsey holds his left leg and starts to shake it off as he gets to his feet and the crowd gives him a HUUUUUUGE POP!!!] SJ: And Doc Holliday's night might be over early! JV: Man, this is just too much. What a match already! [Kinsey grabs Holliday by the back of the head and just tosses him over the guardrail and to ringside, then leans on the guardrail and shakes his leg, tossing the chair over the guardrail and to ringside.] SJ: It looks like that Slingshot Springboard Somersault Facebuster may have hurt Kinsey as much as it did Holliday. JV: Do you SEE Holliday? SJ: Well, yeah. JV: Yeah. He's the guy laying motionless at ringside with blood all over his face. SJ: Kinsey definitely is feeling effects from that move, though. JV: Is Kinsey standing? Yes. Is he bleeding profusely from the head? No. Any leg pain is just a minor inconvenience. [Kinsey hops over the guardrail as Holliday starts to get to a knee at ringside.] SJ: Doc Holliday has some signs of life. JV: It's about to become a STOP sign! SJ: ... ND: That was terrible. [Kinsey holds the chair above his head as he approaches Holliday.] SJ: Kinsey going for another chairshot! This could finish the job! [Kinsey swings... ... BUT HOLLIDAY DUCKS IT!] SJ: Holliday escapes! [Holliday NAILS Kinsey with a boot to the stomach, and tosses him in the ring!] SJ: Doc Holliday trying to get control of this match! JV: He needs to slow the pace down, Stuey. He's an old man. He can't keep up with that somerspringboardsault stuff that Kinsey does. SJ: I don't know about that. ND: Well, he is bleeding from the head. That's enough reason to slow it down. [Holliday slides into the ring after Kinsey. Kinsey gets to his feet first and starts delivering boots to Holliday as he gets to a knee.] SJ: Kinsey seems to be the fresher man in there. [Kinsey grabs Holliday and whips him into the ropes... then hits a leapfrog over Holliday!] SJ: What a leapfrog! He just CLEARED Doc Holliday! [Kinsey lands... and Holliday just stops in his tracks! Kinsey turns, and Holliday grabs his arm, hooks his head... ... and hits a smooth Cobra Neckbreaker!] SJ: Canyon Runner by Doc Holliday! Out of nowhere! JV: Now that's experience coming into play! Doc Holliday with a momentum changing move! ND: He got Kinsey right where he wanted him, and now it's time for the old pro to take this match over. [Kinsey staggers to a knee... and Holliday hooks him up in an abdominal stretch!] SJ: Holliday's going to slow the pace of this match. JV: And he's right next to the ropes, so you know what that means... [The ref checks on Kinsey... and Doc Holliday grabs the ropes while holding onto the stretch!] SJ: DAMN IT! Doc Holliday is adding to the pressure on Luke Kinsey by grabbing the ropes on that abdominal stretch. ND: Just classic, classic stuff from Doc. JV: You've gotta appreciate the "oldie but goodie" tricks. [The ref checks on Holliday's arm, but he releases the ropes before the ref can get there.] SJ: Come on, ref! You have to know what's going on! [Holliday keeps the hold on... and grabs the ropes again!] SJ: In a match of this magnitude, these types of tricks just can't be allowed to happen! ND: Doc's an old pro. He knows what he's doing in that ring every second. You need five refs to keep all his tricks at bay. [Holliday holds onto the ropes... and the ref sneaks up behind him and forces him to break the hold!] JV: Oh come on, ref! He's just having some fun in there! SJ: That move just took its toll on Luke Kinsey. JV: Kinsey's abs must feel like mine after ten situps. SJ: Okay. JV: See, that was funny because I'm out of shape. SJ: Sure. ND: Real funny, Juanito. [Kinsey holds his side as Holliday approaches him, a smirk on his face again. Holliday extends a leg to kick Kinsey in the midsection... ... but Kinsey GRABS THE LEG AND SWINGS IT AROUND IN A DRAGON SCREW!!!] SJ: A DRAGON SCREW FROM KINSEY! Out of nowhere! JV: Kinsey's a sucker for those Dragon Screws. Kinda sounds like this little bar I went to in China. They had these cute little teena- SJ: Oh stop it! JV: She called me The Dragon Screw. SJ: That's enough already! [Holliday staggers to his feet as Kinsey charges at him, leaps... SJ: Kinsey looks like he's going for his patented Ace Crusher! ... hooks his arms around Holliday's head... ... ... but Holliday DROPS him to the mat and hooks on a Dragon Sleeper!] SJ: NO! Ace Crusher is blocked as Holliday hooks on a Dragon Sleeper! JV: Holliday's kind of a boring guy compared to Kinsey, man. SJ: Huh? JV: Well, Kinsey screws while Holliday sleeps. ND: You're on a roll, Juanito. [Holliday pulls back on the hold as Kinsey reaches desperately for the ropes!] SJ: That Dragon Sleeper is just being wrenched on by Holliday! It's not a usual move for him to do... ND: Knowing Doc, he's probably focusing on a body part right now. Working on the neck isn't ever a bad idea. [Holliday keeps the hold tight... ... but Kinsey reaches the ropes to a POP!] SJ: The fans give a nice cheer to Kinsey for breaking the hold. They saw the dire straits he was in. JV: He needs to get that chair and become the sultan of swing if he wants to win this one. ND: Yeah. Maybe I'll give Doc and Luke a little cash on the side if this match keeps going as great as it is. I don't give my money for nothing. JV: Yeah! You got it! SJ: That was a stretch. [The referee forces Holliday to break the hold as Kinsey lays on the mat, holding his neck. Kinsey starts to use the ropes to get to a knee.] ND: Now, you see, the ref made Holliday break too long. Kinsey's had enough time to recover. He needs to let Holliday loose on him! JV: Yeah. Did Kinsey pay the ref off or something? ND: Nah, these refs are all bought off long before the card occurs. By me. [Holliday approaches the now staggered, but standing, Kinsey. He goes for a boot to the midsection... but Kinsey catches his foot again!] SJ: Holliday going for a boot again, but Kinsey caught it again! JV: Went to the well once too often. [Kinsey goes to whip Holliday's leg around... ... but Holliday leaps for an enziguiri!!] SJ: NO! Enziguiri counter by Holliday! ND: All a part of his pl- [Kinsey ducks the enziguiri!] ND: - uh... plan? [Holliday lays on his stomach as Kinsey keeps hold of the leg.] ND: Kinsey's in a great position for an ankle lock of some type here. [Kinsey holds the foot... ... but Holliday brings his free foot SHOOTING BACK and NAILS Kinsey in the face with a kick!] SJ: HUGE Mule Kick by Holliday! JV: That Holliday's got one big mule... kick. [Holliday stands up quickly, turns to Kinsey... ... AND NAILS HIM WITH AN ENZIGUIRI, sending Kinsey crashing to the mat!] SJ: What a chain of moves! What an enziguiri! ND: Doc's old, but dangerous. [Holliday wastes no time in lifting Kinsey and putting him in vertical bodyslam position.] SJ: Arizona Sodbuster coming up! ND: This usually signals the near-end of the match for any opponent of Doc Holliday's! [Holliday runs with Kinsey in bodyslam position... ... and DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT HEAD AND SHOULDERS FIRST WITH A SLAM!!!] SJ: RUNNING MICHINOKU DRIVER II!!! THE ARIZONA SODBUSTER! ND: And, true to form, Doc's climbing to the top rope! SJ: Doc Holliday is going to go for his Reverse 450, called Aces High! [Holliday takes his time climbing to the top rope, standing with his back to Kinsey.] SJ: If he hits this, it's OVER! [Holliday gains his balance... ... but Kinsey gets to his feet!] SJ: Kinsey's to his feet! JV: I don't even think the guy knows where he IS! He's just staggering around in there! [Kinsey falls backwards... ... RIGHT INTO THE TOP ROPE!!! Holliday crotches himself on the top turnbuckle!] JV: But he staggered to the right place! SJ: Doc Holliday has been emasculated! JV: Emascu-what? [Kinsey shakes his head, and charges to where Holliday is crotched!] SJ: Kinsey with vengeance in his eyes! [Kinsey charges, leaps... ... AND NAILS HOLLIDAY WITH A DROPKICK THAT SENDS HIM CRASHING TO THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE!!!] SJ: MY GOD! Doc Holliday just took a HELLACIOUS fall! JV: He probably broke a hip. SJ: And now Luke Kinsey has control! ND: This is so back and forth. These guys are both legends, man. And they're fighting for ME! [Kinsey stands on the inside of the ring as Holliday... very... slowly... gets to his feet.] SJ: Holliday's just staggered. JV: He's in shock! He thought Kinsey was done! ND: Kinsey's a champion. It takes a lot to beat a champion. [Kinsey holds onto the ropes as Holliday turns towards him... HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!! ... AND KINSEY SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE AND NAILS HOLLIDAY WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!] SJ: MY GOD! WHAT A MOVE! JV: It SCREAMS desperation! ND: But it might've just evened this match up! [Kinsey holds his neck as he gets to his feet, beating Holliday to his feet.] SJ: The earlier neck work by Holliday may be paying off. JV: That crazy bump may be having an effect too. You can only do so much of that before your body just gives on you. I mean, look at the effect bumps have had on that speech-slurring, staggered Doc Holliday. SJ: Oh give it a rest! Holliday's controlled a good portion of this match! He's got it in him! JV: He's got pride, and that's about it. [Kinsey immediately grabs Holliday by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring.] ND: You can tell Kinsey's neck is bothering him by the way he's throwing Holliday in there so quickly. JV: Huh? ND: He wants this match done. He doesn't want to screw around on the outside with Holliday anymore. [Kinsey gets on the ring apron... but Holliday meets him with a STIFF left jab to the stomach!] SJ: Just when you think these guys are done... [Holliday holds onto the top rope right over Kinsey.] SJ: Holliday's going for a Sunset Bomb! JV: This could KILL Kinsey! SJ: And Holliday! [Holliday starts to leap... but Kinsey NAILS him with a shoulder to the gut!] SJ: Kinsey hangs on! JV: He's not going down! [Kinsey hooks Holliday around the chest, lifts... CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!! CROWD: HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!! ... AND THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!] SJ: OH MY GOD!!! HOLLIDAY'S SHOULDERS AND BACK JUST CRACKED ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! JV: WHAT A MOVE! KINSEY HAS NO CONSCIENCE! [Kinsey takes in the HUUUUGE POP from the crowd, then hops off the apron and hovers over Holliday.] SJ: Holliday's barely moving. He may be out. JV: I mean, why does he keep going? He could just lay down, get pinned... it's not like there's anything to fight for. ND: He's on the biggest show of the year, Juanito. He's got pride. In the end, that's all you're fighting for out there. [Kinsey moves away from Holliday and digs around under the ring... and pulls out A CHAIR!!!] SJ: Oh no. Not another steel chair! We don't need that coming into play! JV: Oh hell yes we do! Holliday's busted open, but Kinsey needs to open him up MORE obviously! [Kinsey measures Holliday up as Holliday gets to a knee...] SJ: He's going to go for one huge crack of that chair to try and put Holliday out once and for all! JV: This may be all she wrote! [Kinsey charges, leaps... POP!!! ... BUT HOLLIDAY BACKDROPS HIM OVER THE GUARDRAIL AND TO THE FRONT ROW!!!] SJ: Holliday's instincts came into play there! He KNEW Kinsey was going for something big, and pulled something out of desperation to avoid it! JV: And now Holliday's grabbing the chair! [Holliday grabs the chair and slides back in the ring. He holds his hands on his knees, seemingly winded, as he stands next to the far side ropes.] SJ: Holliday's tired. He's taking a break. ND: No, Stuey. I think he's just biding his time. He sees an opportunity, and he's about to take it. [Kinsey starts to get to his feet... as Holliday sets up the chair next to the near ropes...] JV: No way, Nick! He's going to sit in that chair and take a rest, like Stuey said. ND: If you believe that, there's no hope for you. [Holliday goes to the far ropes, takes a deep breath... and starts running!] SJ: Holliday charging towards Kinsey from inside the ring! [Holliday leaps onto the chair... ... leaps ONTO THE TOP ROPE... SJ: WHAT ATHLETICISM!!! ... LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE... SJ: MY GOD! LOOK AT DOC HOLLIDAY FLY!!! ... SPINS AND FLIPS TWICE IN MIDAIR... ... CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!! ... CROWD: HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!! ... AND NAILS A CORKSCREW 450 PLANCHA ON LUKE KINSEY!!!] SJ: OH... MY... GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!!! ARIZONA SUNSET BY DOC HOLLIDAY!!! ND: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??? HOW DID HE DOOOO THAT??? JV: Let me be the one to just say it... HOLY SHIT!!! [Kinsey and Holliday lay on the ground in the first row as the fans surround them and pat them on the back.] SJ: Good Lord. Good Lord. How the HELL can human beings DO THIS to themselves? JV: And this is just the first match of the night! And it wasn't even supposed to happen! [Kinsey and Holliday both get to their feet, holding onto the guardrail.] SJ: These guys are barely in it! They're holding the guardrail for support for God's sakes! ND: Another classic, Stuey. Another classic. [Holliday goes for another left jab... but Kinsey blocks it!] SJ: And they're STILL GOING! [Kinsey leaps in the air... ... and SNAPS off a standing dropkick that knocks Holliday back over the guardrail!] SJ: What a dropkick! A Kinsey specialty! ND: One of the best in the biz at that. [Kinsey climbs over the guardrail... slowly... as Holliday stays on the ground.] SJ: Holliday might've run out of steam here. [Kinsey grabs Holliday by the back of the head... and again throws him into the ring, but follows him in immediately.] SJ: And Kinsey's learned here! He's right back in the ring immediately, no waiting for a move or anything. JV: Holliday's capitalized on Kinsey's slow move into the ring a couple times. ND: But rushing in like that takes energy. Something neither man has much of. [Holliday gets to a knee with help from the ropes as Kinsey measures him up.] ND: Now, if I know Luke Kinsey, we're going to see a Shining Wizard here. [Kinsey charges at Holliday, leaps with a knee out... ... BUT GETS NAILED WITH A KICK TO THE GROIN!!!] SJ: KINSEY JUST JUMPED RIGHT INTO THAT KNEE! JV: Forget Shining Wizard, I think that's called the Jumping Groin First Into My Foot Have A Nice Day Wizard! ND: Very creative. JV: Like it? I stole it from my friend, Jeremy. [Holliday immediately hooks Kinsey in pumphandle position...] SJ: Holliday's going for The Ace in the Hole! The Pumphandle Leaping DDT! ND: NOBODY kicks out of this! If he hits it, it's over! [Holliday lifts Kinsey in the air... but Kinsey lands behind Holliday!] SJ: Great agility by Luke Kinsey! [Holliday turns around... HUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!! ... AND GETS NAILED BY A SUPERKICK!!!] SJ: SUPERKICK!!! THE BIG BANG SUPERKICK BY LUKE KINSEY!!! ND: WHAT A SHOT! JV: You could hear that all over the arena! [Kinsey covers.] SJ: HE'S GOT THE COUNT! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SJ: HOLLIDAY KICKS OUT AT TWO AND A HALF!!! JV: I REALLY thought Kinsey had it there! [Kinsey climbs to the top turnbuckle as Holliday gets to his feet.] SJ: Kinsey's measuring Holliday up for that Inverted Tornado DDT! ND: The Ego Trip coming up! [Holliday backs towards Kinsey... SJ: He's in PERFECT position! ... and Kinsey leaps... ... ... BUT HOLLIDAY CATCHES HIM!!!] SJ: HOLLIDAY WITH GREAT PRESENCE OF MIND AGAIN! [Holliday runs with Kinsey on his shoulders... BIG POP!!! ... AND SLAMS KINSEY ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS WITH A MICHINOKU DRIVER II!!!] SJ: ARIZONA SODBUSTER!!! THE SECOND ONE OF THE MATCH!!! JV: THIS COULD BE THE END! [Holliday quickly climbs to the top rope, his back to Kinsey.] SJ: Holliday to the top! Going for Aces High again! ND: Last time he took his time and Kinsey made him pay. But now he's got Kinsey on the mat! This SHOULD be the end! [Holliday stands on the top turnbuckle, his back to Kinsey. He leaps... ... FLIPS A FULL ROTATION IN THE AIR... HUUUUUUUGE POP!!!! ... AND NAILS KINSEY WITH A SENTON!!!] SJ: ACES HIGH!!! ACES HIGH!!! JV: DOC HIT IT! MY GOD, THAT MIGHT BE IT! [Holliday gets a quick cover!] ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! -NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SJ: MY GOD! MY GOD! DOC DID I- ND: NO HE DIDN'T! KINSEY KICKED OUT! SON OF A BITCH, KINSEY KICKED OUT!!! [Holliday sits with a stunned look on his face as the referee signals a "2"!] SJ: LOOK AT DOC! He's in SHOCK! JV: LIKE... WHAT THE FOCK! ND: Juan, put a sock- SJ: - BUT HE'S GOING UP AGAIN!!! [Holliday stands on the top rope, his back to Kinsey.] SJ: He's going for Aces High AGAIN! JV: NOBODY KICKS OUT OF ONE! Kinsey'll be DEAD after two! [Holliday stands on the turnbuckles, leaps... ... flips in the air... HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!! ... BUT KINSEY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!] SJ: WHAT AWARENESS BY KINS- ND: LOOK AT DOC!!! [... AND DOC HOLLIDAY LANDS ON HIS FEET!!!] ND: HE LANDED ON HIS FEET! SJ: Holliday's just WAITING for Kinsey now! [Kinsey turns... ... AND DUCKS A HOLLIDAY YAKUZA KICK!!!] SJ: Kinsey with great awareness! [Kinsey spins... ... and NAILS HOLLIDAY WITH A ROARING ELBOW!!!] SJ: ROARING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! ND: Kinsey just NAILED Doc with that one! MY GOD! [Kinsey hooks Holliday with a half nelson and grabs a waistlock.] SJ: Kinsey's going for the Big City Driver! JV: Now THIS should be the end! ND: I just don't know anymore! [Kinsey hooks on the half nelson... ... but Holliday gets a go-behind!] SJ: Holliday gets behind Kinsey! ND: And look! Look! [Holliday reaches for Kinsey's arm and goes between his legs...] SJ: HE'S GOING FOR THE PUMPHANDLE! GOING FOR THE ACE IN THE HOLE! [Holliday hooks Kinsey up... ... BUT KINSEY TURNS IT OVER!!!] SJ: KINSEY WITH THE REVERSAL!!! [Kinsey hooks Holliday in a Gannosuke Clutch!!!] SJ: KINSEY WITH THE GANNOSUKE CLUTCH! OUT OF NOWHERE! ND: HE'S GOT THE PIN!!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING! DING! DING!] MHB: The winner of this match... ["Electric Head pt.2 (the Ecstasy)" by White Zombie] ... "COOL HAND" LUKE KINSEY!!! CROWD: HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE DEAFENING POP!!!!!! [The referee holds up Kinsey's hand as he kneels on the mat, breathing hard.] SJ: And Luke Kinsey picks up the win in a sure-fire classic! ND: I'm glad this whole Master of the Ring Six matter has finally been cleared up. Now I've got one more point of business to attend to. SJ: Hey! What's this? JV: Nick! Where are you going? [Kinsey and Holliday both stagger to their feet and glare at each other across the ring to a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!] SJ: A tremendous match... and now Nick Demola's going into the ring for some reason. [Demola climbs in the ring as the crowd gives a HEEL POP!] JV: He's just going to congratulate the men on a great match! [Demola gets in between Kinsey and Holliday... ... and raises their hands in the air to a POP!] SJ: Maybe you're right. [Demola lifts a microphone to his mouth.] DEMOLA: Now THAT is Master of the Ring action! [POP!] DEMOLA: Brought to you... ... BY ME!!! SJ: What? DEMOLA: This is my creation! This is my show! I created this! This is my show, damn it! Now get on your feet and cheer ME! [HEEL POP!] DEMOLA: Luke, Doc, you can leave now. Your purpose has been served. You've done your little match... now this is MY SHOW! And I'll be with you ALL NIGHT LONG! Because this show is about putting ME over! This is about Nick Demola taking mic time! Nick Demola giving his friends pushes! Nick Demola getting the show that NICK DEMOLA WANTS! [Kinsey and Holliday look at each other, then at Demola.] DEMOLA: And you're going to sit here and watch MY NIGHT! Forget Master of the Ring... tonight is the NICK DEMOLA APPRECIATION SHOW! [HEEL POP... and Kinsey and Holliday approach Demola from behind.] JV: You tell 'em Nick! SJ: I don't think Kinsey and Holliday like what they hear. DEMOLA: You may hate me... but you'll do what I say! You'll watch whatever I tell you to! Because it's my way or no w- [Kinsey with a HUUUUUGE dropkick to the back of Demola's head!!!] CROWD: HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!! JV: What the hell??? [Demola staggers and turns around... ... and gets NAILED WITH A DOUBLE BOOT TO THE STOMACH BY HOLLIDAY AND KINSEY!!!] JV: They can't DO THIS! [Kinsey and Holliday lift Demola over their heads... ... and SLAM HIM TO THE MAT WITH A DOUBLE POWERBOMB!!!] SJ: LUKE KINSEY AND DOC HOLLIDAY ARE TAKING NICK DEMOLA APART IN THERE!!! [Kinsey and Holliday point to the outside of the ring and begin lifting Demola over their heads...] SJ: KINSEY AND HOLLIDAY ARE GOING TO DESTROY DEMOLA HERE!!! JV: They'll NEVER be allowed back on MotR again! That's for damn sure! [Kinsey and Holliday run with Demola on their shoulders... ... CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!! ... AND THROW DEMOLA OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE GUARDRAIL ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!] SJ: MY GOD! MY GOD! HE MIGHT BE DEEEEAAAAAAAAD!!! JV: NO! NO! SOMEONE STOP THIS! [EMTs come out to ringside as Demola lays motionless on the ground. Kinsey and Holliday stand in the middle of the ring... and raise each others' hands to a HUUUGE POP!!!] SJ: NICK DEMOLA IS OUT! HE'S OUT! Kinsey and Holliday have taken the man in charge of Master of the Ring OUT! JV: ARREST THEM! THAT WAS ASSAULT, GOD DAMN IT! [EMTs start to fit Demola with a neckbrace as Kinsey and Holliday leave the ring to a HUGE POP!] SJ: Luke Kinsey and Doc Holliday not ONLY put on a match for the ages here, but they've changed the face of Master of the Ring Seven! Nick Demola will NOT be interfering on this card! JV: And with his history of neck injuries, we may have seen the last of Nick. Damn it, this doesn't look good. [Demola gets lifted onto a stretcher as the EMTs start to roll him out.] |
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| keenings | Jul 6 2010, 08:06 AM Post #2 |
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Guards! Seize him!!
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Guess that finally settles that argument.
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| ProfessorDoran | Jul 6 2010, 12:00 PM Post #3 |
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The Learning Tree
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And that, as they say, is that. |
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Cole Hamels Fact #1685: The Devil went down to Georgia because he knew if he went to Philadelphia, Cole would strike his ass out. http://mysite.verizon.net/heyjude421/chf/chf.html | |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Jul 6 2010, 12:43 PM Post #4 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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Victor V Hill goes down in history as the 2005 Chicago White Sox of MOTR champions. |
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