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| PVW's Greatest Matches; Heatwave: May 30, 2008. Spectre v. Cole | |
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| orklad | Feb 9 2012, 11:05 AM Post #1 |
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So...Andy got me to thinking about the greatest PVW matches evar...and this is the one that came to mind as my #1... It frequently gets overlooked since it wasn't on a PPV or supercard, so I figured I'd post it here. Kudos to Jer on this one. ======================== [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] One on One, 4 Corners Strap Match: Rob Cole v. Spectre [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] [The camera provides a nice long shot of that ten-foot long leather strap to which both men will be connected. The Spectre has already donned his end of the strap, and as Cole enters the ring, he takes the other end from the referee, and reaches out towards Cole. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Spectre offers Cole the other end of the strap.] CL: And look at Spectre. You know he's trying to sucker Rob Cole in. [Cole marches up with an intent look in his eye, staring straight into the eyes of the Spectre. He reaches out, takes the offered strap, and begins calmly attaching it to his own wrist. Cole's body language is completely unhurried and normal, as the Spectre stands almost as if at attention... both men glaring into the other's eyes. Spectre still bears his grin, and Cole bears a scowl.] PW: Wow... staredown. I mean, this staredown would probably be enough to force a lesser man to tap out, Chip. The Spectre is waiting patiently, and Cole's not gonna give him the dignity of jumping the gun! It's like two guys with matches in a munitions dump! [The crowd is into the staredown, as Cole finishes attaching the strap. Referee Duke Martin calls for the bell.] <<< DING DING >>> [And we're underway! But neither man makes a move.] CL: Neither of these two wants the onus of losing the staredown. They're here to do more than test their bodies against one another. They are matching _wills_! PW: Uhm... this is getting uncomfortable. [Indeed it is, but both men are holding their ground, completely unwilling to defer to the other. In fact, it's almost a Providential act that breaks up the stalemate, as Duke Martin (whom you would think has the easiest job of the night) nervously moves around both men. He almost trips over the strap, and so has to pull it off of his foot. Both men feel the tug of the strap, and both immediately assume the other man is trying to reel it in to get the first control of the match's primary weapon. So both start grabbing for leather, pulling in as much strap as they can. They meet in the middle, and again lock eyes...] CL: Uh, oh! They both thought the other was taking the strap, and now they're in a tug of war! [...but this time, both men simultaneously launch crushing punches, connecting with the other man's face! And the donnybrook is on, to the approval of the crowd.] PW: They're throwing down now, Chip! CL: Two monsters colliding in the center of the ring with a flurry of blows, that leather strap wrapped around two fists as each man trades rights and lefts... Spectre a little faster with his shots, doubling up on each one of Coles’ own shots and forcing the Outcast to the ropes! There’s the irish whip, and he ducks for back body drop... PW: No! Too soon! [Cole puts on the breaks, snatches a length of strap and swings it down across the back! The crowd gasps at the stinging sound that brings Spectre to one knee... another crack of the whip brings the goth to his feet and he spins to face Cole, and gets a crack across the top of his head!] CL: Cole pulls the strap tight around the neck, forcing Spectre to his feet... he hauls him around the ring and drives him HARD into the corner! Shoulder to the gut! Another one! PW: Cole doubles Spectre over... he pulls the hair up and... oh that’s disgusting! [The crowd gives a disgusted gasp as Cole leans in and licks the back of Spectre’s neck with a strange gleam in his eyes... he rises and CRACKS that looped leather across the back of the Goths wet neck! The goth drops to one knee... and Cole wrenches his back and SPITS in his face!] PW: And here I thought it'd be Spectre who got aroused by the leather strap... yeesh. CL: Cole is trying to send a message, but I wonder if that doesn't play into Spectre's hands. That's what he WANTS from Cole: savagery. Cole wrapping the strap around Spectre's neck, and snapmaring him down! OH! That's painful... [Cole has Spectre on his back, with the strap wrapped around his neck. He has a foot in Spectre's asophagus, and is pulling up. That's like a choke, but instead of choking, it's trying to break Spectre's neck!] PW: Oh, man! He does mean business, Chip, you break a man's neck that way! CL: I'm sure that's the idea. Spectre grabbing the right foot of Cole, and twists... drags the Monster down to the mat! PW: Look, I know that's Rob Cole's nickname, but they're both monsters in there. Let's stick to the names, okay? CL: Spectre has a front facelock hooked in, and you know the only reason he'd use a move like this is to get control of a man to do something nasty. PW: Also to choke. CL: Yes, that too. [Spectre comes up on top of Cole, knees him in the face, and thus both men get to standing. The Gothic warrior boots Cole in the ribs, wraps the strap around his neck, and twists him violently to the mat!] CL: SWINGING NECKBREAKER USING THE STRAP! And right into a choke! PW: He's choking him with the strap and kneeing him in the ribs at the same time. Now that's effeciency. CL: Cole trying to fight back from his back, as Spectre is on top of him. Thumb to the eye breaks that up, and the two men brawling on the canvas now! Rights and lefts by both of them! Cole surging up to his feet... [As Rob rises, Spectre peppers him with some jabs. Cole answers one big looping punch for every three jabs, and when the Monster retakes his feet, he uncorks a big roundhouse right that floors the Spectre! Spectre rolls to his feet, immediately, and grabs for some leather... but Cole has had the chance to do the same!] [* S M A C K ! *] PW: OW! They both had the same idea! They whipped each other! [* W H A C K ! *] CL: And again! Each man with half the strap, and they are laying into it! [* C R A C K ! *] PW: Ugh! It's another test of wills, is what it is! Who will break down first? [* S M A C K ! *] [* W H A C K ! *] [* C R A C K ! *] [* S M A C K ! *] [* W H A C K ! *] [* C R A C K ! *] [The fans roar with each shot, as these two attack each other with the strap! Angry red welts rise up, as both men's shirts have been torn under this onslaught. And there is a brief pause... with they both seize upon!] CL: Cole launches a stiff forearm... [* T H U D D D ! *] PW: ...BUT SPECTRE POWERED THROUGH IT, BABY! CL: Overhead belly-to-belly, and he got the larger man over with ease! Spectre with a HUGE grin on his face, and if he loves pain, he has to be loving this match. It's all about pain! PW: Yeah, but pain motivates Cole. He don't like it, but it makes him stronger! CL: What's Spectre doing now? He's using the strap to tie Cole's feet together! PW: Oh, man! I knew he was into this sort of thing. But I didn't think he'd do this in a MATCH! CL: Whatever train of thought you were on, Putter, please jump the track now. PW: I'll tell you who's about to jump a track, Chip! Look what Spectre's doing! CL: Picking up Cole... OVER THE TOP ROPE! Spectre threw Cole out like a garbage bag, and with his ankles tied together! [Spectre slides under the bottom rope after Cole, heedless of the fact that this means the connecting strap between them is hung up in the ring ropes... one end over the top and the other under the bottom rope. And this seems to be the idea... Spectre pulls on his end of the strap, and Cole's body lifts off of the floor! His feet are lifted, causing his upper body to be the only part of Cole touching the ground.] PW: He's raising Cole like a flag, Chip! And I don't see anyone saluting! CL: What a tactic! Rob Cole is wide open, with no way to defend himself! And the Spectre is whaling on him! Boot after boot! [Spectre stomps and stomps at Cole's face like a man possessed. Each stomp bounces the Monster's head into the concrete floor, dribbling it like a basketball! The fans boo mightily, but there's seemingly nothing Cole can do about it.] PW: This has got to crack open Cole's skull like an egg! CL: Spectre backing up... and DRIVING the knee down into the head! A crushing blow, and the Spectre can't be counted out here, so there's nothing forcing him to stop. PW: Well, Cole just got his feet untied, so that'll help. I can't believe that didn't bust him open. CL: The Spectre rolls into the ring, and I have to say that I am surprised that he is breaking off the attack! What is he up to? [Why, removing the turnbuckle pad, of course. Spectre wastes little time in ripping the padding off of the top turnbuckle in the nearest corner... and then repeating the process on the second turnbuckle!] PW: Huh? Why is he doing THAT? CL: I've rarely seen anyone remove the padding from the second turnbuckle, but he won't get further as Cole is up on the apron. Cole hits him with a hard shot to the face. And another. And another! PW: He's not even bothering to get back in the ring, he's just beating him up from the apron! [Spectre staggers... and then shoves his enemy. Cole clutches the top rope with both hands to keep from going back first to the floor... which is exactly what Spectre wanted. He yanks on the top rope, catapulting Cole into the ring the hard way!] PW: Ha ha! Brilliant! CL: Spectre is treacherous and deadly, we all know that. As is his opponent, so he needs to control the match. Spectre lifting Cole, waistlock... [* T H U D ! *] CL: ...BRILLIANT SIDE WAISTLOCK SUPLEX! He drove Cole almost onto his head, and now the Spectre is in complete control! PW: It won't take many more shots like that, Chip. Not even Cole is THAT tough. CL: Spectre hoists Rob Cole up... Irish-Whip... INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL! Spectre sent him to the corner in which he removed the turnbuckles, and Cole is reeling! PW: Even more now! Spectre followed up with a clothesline! [Cole slumps into the corner, in a seated position. His head rests on the second turnbuckle, which is also now exposed. Spectre runs back to the opposite corner, dashes stright at Cole... and the resulting THUNK of metal against bone echoes throughout the arena! The fans react with a huge mixed pop for the vicious, vicious blow, as Spectre crushes Cole's head with a running knee that slams the back of his head into the exposed steel!] CL: GOOD GRIEF! THAT HAS GOT TO BE A CONCUSSION! PW: If not a fractured skull! CL: LOOK AT THAT! [Rob Cole is now busted open... in the BACK of the head! Spectre sees this and gleefully commences biting the wound. He rides Cole to the canvas, biting the whole time.] PW: Well, I've never seen a jawlock takedown, or whatever you want to call that bizarre cross between wrestling and cannibalism. CL: It's savagery, but we expected that coming in. Cole may be seriously injured... but he's fighting! Elbow, and a sitout-go behind... right to a rabbit punch on the Spectre! Cole getting up... uh oh. [As Cole gets to his feet, he sees the blood on Spectre's lips. This prompts him to check the back of his head... and he does not like what he finds. His anger level shoots even higher.] CL: Rob Cole exploding into an offensive flurry! Knee, right, left, knee, elbow, left, right, chop, knee... what an attack! Right, left, knee, headbutt! PW: You'd have to be dumb as a brick to use a headbutt right now. CL: I disagree, but Cole's anger got the better of him! He is hurt! His own headbutt stopped him cold, and Spectre is firing back! Body shots doubling Cole over, and a big clubbing double axehandle to the back of the head drops Cole to a knee! And then he grabs the hair and spikes him, back first to the canvas! But look at Spectre... there is a tiny dribble of blood on his own forehead. PW: Are you joking? That's barely a scratch. And with how short that offense lasted? Cole may be finished. CL: Spectre seems to think so too! He looks almost disgusted, as he picks up Cole... WHO ERUPTS INTO AN INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! PW: Ow, ow, and OW! Repeated inverted atomic drops! CL: And a big clothesline levels the Spectre at the end of that series! Cole has the strap in hand now... [* W H A C K ! *] PW: ACROSS THE EYES, CHIP! He tried to blind him for life! CL: Rob Cole can go into the gutter with the worst of them, and now he's coiling up the strap. I have no idea why, but Spectre is momentarily... we hope... blinded! [Once he has coiled some strap around his thumb, Rob Cole steps in short and snatches a gutwrench, hoisting Spectre up and over with a pop of his hips... and goes into a side mount, but immediately fish- hooks the eye socket! He grabs a handful of hair for further leverage and DRIVES his knee into the side of Spectre's skull! Immediately, he rises and does it again! And AGAIN! The crowd is on their feet as Cole hauls the gothic brawler to a seated position, keeping his finger fishooked beneath the brow; kneeling behind him.] CL: Rob Cole fish-hooking the eyesocket... and now with another fishook at the mouth and he grinds the back of the skull against his knee, stretching the face of Spectre! He might be trying to tear off the gothic star's face! PW: I don't put it past Cole at all... he's been crazy since getting smacked up by Spectre a few weeks back, and this is just sickening! He really is going down into the gutter just like you said! CL: Since getting smacked by Spectre? I don’t think he was exactly /sane/ before that moment. PW: Me neither. CL: And with what Spectre has done in this match, with no disqualification, I'm not passing judgement on him for it. [Cole releases one of the fish-hooks and wraps the strap around the face, looping it over the mouth so it resembles a bridle as he wrenches back with first one hand and then the next as he releases the eye socket!] CL: Rob Cole cinching back on this modified chinlock... PW: Chin?! He's bridling Spectre with that leather strap... someone has to do something to stop him! [Rob Cole leans back, and starts to laugh maniacally... he shakes his head, his blood-matted hair flying every which way as the laughter erupts from his chest. He finally shoves Spectre to the mat, and stands above him, smiling.] CL: Rob Cole living up to his reputation the Monster Beneath the Bed tonight, as the Spectre has wounded him and he has responded! PW: What’s he doing with the leather strap? [Cole extends the loop of leather he had twisted and wrapped around his thumb as he stares down at Spectre... as the other man finally manages to crawl to his knees, Cole steps quickly to the side and snaps the coiled lengths of strap around the goths’ face and cinches it tight with another knee to the back of the skull! The crowd gives a bloodthirsty roar!] CL: GOOD GOD! HE’S SAWING THE TWISTED LEATHER AROUND THE SKULL OF SPECTRE! PW: It’s like... he created some sort of spiral, like a drill... the edges of the strap are sawing at that small cut on the Spectre's head! It's not gonna be small for long! [Cole continues to saw, the referee taking a few steps back with his mouth open in shock as blood begins to dribble from the shortly opened gash across the forehead of Spectre! Coles’ own eyes alight with joy as he sees the crimson flow begin.] CL: Spectre now bleeding from the front of the head, Cole from the back of the head... [* W H A C K ! *] CL: ...and these strap shots to the forehead of Spectre are not doing him any favors! [* S M A C K ! *] PW: He's smiling. I mean, we KNEW he'd be smiling. But... I will never, ever get used to that! CL: Spectre smiling from taking the pain, or Cole smiling from dishing it? PW: Both! CL: Cole picking up Spectre... and runs HIM into the exposed buckle! Spectre taking a taste of his own medicine, and it is not to his liking! PW: Oh, I think it is. Remember why he wanted Cole in the first place! [Cole maneuvers the strapped hand of the Spectre across his neck, and applies a Cobra Clutch... but instead of pulling on Spectre's wrist, he pulls on the strap... wrapping it around Spectre's neck!] CL: LOOK AT THIS! Cobra Clutch chokeout with the strap! PW: This is the kind of move that can beat the Spectre, Chip! It don't matter how much pain you like if you're out! CL: Cole is leaning on him, trying to bring his weight advantage to bear! Spectre turning into the move... unloads on the midsection! [The Spectre has, indeed, bent over and moved to the side, to expose Cole's midsection to attack. He proceeds to punch him in the gut eight times in rapid succession.] PW: Ow! He's firing like a piston in there! CL: That will have to loosen Cole's grip! [It does, as the Spectre forces his trapped hand out a bit, giving him breathing room despite the strap still being wrapped all the way around. Spectre uses his free arm to get a loop of strap, and wrap it around Cole's neck.] CL: They are both choking each other now! PW: Another test of wills! These two won't stop! [Cole angrily abandons the Clutch in favor of a more conventional choke, as Spectre's trapped arm is now only serving to keep the strap off of his throat. Spectre quickly brings that arm to his forehead, and wipes the blood off... and then rakes Cole's eyes with it to the disgusted boos of the fans!] CL: AUGH! He... I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST DID THAT! PW: I'm telling you! You make Spectre bleed, and he will use his own blood to kick your ass! Now that's what I call dangerous! CL: The Spectre used his own blood to bling Cole, and now he's securing the strap around Cole's neck... OH, NO! [The demonic Spectre Irish-Whips Cole using the strap around his neck... but with a sickening snap, he JERKS back hard on the strap! The lower half of Cole's body goes right out from under him as his neck is nearly snapped in two!] PW: HE BROKE HIS NECK! CL: IS HE MOVING?! IS ROB COLE MOVING?! [The announcers are silent for a moment before it becomes apparent that yes, Cole is moving. His legs are thrashing about, albeit weakly. Spectre executes a couple of strap-assisted fistdrops in the meanwhile.] CL: I am sure that the Spectre just attempted to break Cole's neck! Again, we had to expect this in this type of match, but to see it happen makes my stomach churn and my skin crawl! PW: Thanks for the heads-up, I'll get you a puke bag so you don't use my jacket. Because If Spectre TRYING to kill Cole sickens you, what will you do when he succeeds? There's no time limit, no disqualification... he doesn't have to stop! Ever! CL: Thanks for the visual. [Spectre continues to rain down the attacks... punches and kicks, and even an elbow drop. Cole crawls toawrds the ropes, weathering these blows as best he can, but he's clearly hurt. Spectre rips the last tattered remnant of Cole's shirt off, and returns to the use of the strap.] [* W H A C K ! *] [* S M A C K ! *] [* T H W A C K ! * ] PW: No place left for the Outcast to crawl... no place to run... these two are connected at the wrist, and Spectre is taking firm advantage to whip the years of advantage out of the Outcast! CL: Both men have drawn blood tonight! Spectre stalking his prey, trapping Cole in the corner... and he starts gnawing at Coles’ skull once again... WAIT! COLE WITH A MOUTHFUL OF WRIST! [Both men bite ravenously, and the referee eventually pulls them off one another... each man having drawn blood from the other as they wipe their mouths. Spectre moves in, but Cole blocks the fist and launches in with a bite to the already bleeding forehead! The referee tries to pull him away and both men stagger to the center of the ring.] PW: They’re like rabid beasts in there! Spectre just opened the FRONT of Cole's head, and Cole just opened Spectre's wrist! And if he had gotten those two arteries under the wrist instead of the back of it... I think that's what he was going for, Chip! CL: In THIS match? Against THIS man? Can I blame him?! And Cole with a double leg takedown! He immediately starts to rain down blows on Spectre... who reverses their positions and starts raining down shots on Cole! [The crowd roars as Cole loops the strap around the back of Spectres head... and yanks him down into a snapped headbutt! He reverses their positions and yanks the strap up as he delivers a headbutt down! Then Cole yanks the cord up again, driving down a second headbutt.. and he immediately starts to twist the leather around his fist!] PW: Concussion or no, Cole is using that headbutt, and I think he'll drop some IQ points after this is over. Heck, he probably dropped some IQ points signing up for it! CL: POUNDING AWAY! That leather-wrapped fist is like a knuckle- duster. More damaging than a normal punch by far! PW: Neither man is fully human. I refuse to believe that human beings can do this to one another... GOOD LORD! He’s grinding that wrapped fist against the open wound, using the edges of that strap to open up that gash further! [The Spectre rolls away from this, and attempts to get some distance to clear the blood from his eyes, but Cole jerks on the strap, sending an unbalanced (in more ways than one) Spectre teetering right back within range of a big roundhouse right. Spectre staggers crazily across the ring, clearly dazed, but Cole yanks him right back in using the strap and smashes him again! Another time Spectre stumbles across the ring, and again Cole uses the strap to reel him in and deck him, this time flattening the Gothic fighter clean out.] CL: Rob Cole playing human tetherball with the Spectre, and the momentum has completely done a 180-degree turn! Cole hopping up on the second rope... OH MY! [The Monster Beneath The Bed jumps off into a short version of the rolling Senton Bomb he sometimes uses, but instead of landing on the chest... he lands on Spectre's HEAD.] PW: I'm not sure which one of them hurt more from that one! There's a reason people don't senton the biggest bone on a person's body. CL: Cole using the second rope so to reduce the chances of getting yanked down by the strap! And now he picks the Spectre up, and blasts him again with the knuckle-duster like wrapped fist! Spectre to a knee... and rebounds back with a lunging headbutt to the ribcage! PW: He might have knocked the wind out of him! That surprised Cole! CL: Spectre taking the opportunity to rush him... AND THEY BOTH GO OVER THE TOP! [The ghoulish Spectre launched a clothesline that sent both he and Cole tumbling over the top rope, in the style of Cactus Jack. Both of them now lay on the floor stunned, bleeding, and dazed, as the fans rally behind Cole to get up.] CL: Ladies and gentlemen... this match is taking us straight to the depths of hell as these men continue to tear each other apart in a game of one-upmanship in violence! PW: Spectre outside the ring with Rob Cole... this is a dangerous situation! Look, if they come anywhere near here, I am bailing out. CL: Good idea. They're up, and both men trading blows back and forth, and Rob Cole with a knee lift to the gut! He hooks the back of the neck... and drives the Goth face first into the ring post! PW: Someone has to stop this maniac before he hurts the Spectre! CL: But just a moment ago, you were... PW: Yeah, but I didn't really think Cole could DO it then! [Cole rears back with the Goth again, and drives him face first into the ring post one more time! As Spectre slumps to the ring steps, Cole snatches another length of loose strap and loops enough for decent length... and SNAPS the whip across the skull of his enemy! Spectre clutches at his skull, and his knuckles get the sting from the next crack of leather! ] PW: Stop him! CL: There's no stopping Cole tonight... He takes that length and loops it under the face... and cinches it tight, his foot in the base of Spectre skull as the Outcast yanks back on the strap, choking the life out of the Gothic superstar! [The crowd roars their approval as Cole leans back on one foot, his muscles cording as Spectre begins to turn purple, the blood pulsing from his open head wound... and suddenly launches forward as Cole releases the strap, SMASHING Spectre’s skull into the steel steps!] CL: Cole throws the Spectre back into the ring, and enters in after him. Cole winds up... big soccer kick to the ribs! And a knee drop to that bleeding gash on the head! PW: Both guys are covered in the blood of... well, both guys. This is pretty sick. CL: Understatement much? Cole picks up Spectre... looks like a suplex attempt, maybe his snap suplex... BLOCK! Spectre blocked it, and hooks underneath... RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! PW: Oh, that didn't have the big THUD that his early suplexes had, Chip. More like a wet THUNK, but still, he's weakened! CL: Both men down! And both slow to get up! [Spectre rushes up first, his inhuman pain tolerance showing as he shakes it off. Unfortunately, he got up too fast, and a bout of vertigo sends him back to a knee... Cole is the first one to make it to his feet and stay there. Cole launches a boot to the gut as Spectre finally rises, to which the Gothic monstrosity responds with a go-behind... wrapping the leather strap around Cole's eyes as he goes!] PW: Brilliant! He's blindfolded Cole, who's trying to pull the strap off... and can't defend himself from this! [Using one hand to pull strap over Cole's eyes, Spectre uses his other hand to pund on the gash in the back of Cole's head. He then buries a knee into Cole's back, staggering him forward. He follows that up by taking an end of the blindfold-area strap in each hand, and sawing back and forth with it! The crowd boos, though the sadists are cheering that one.] CL: SICKENING! PW: Hey, Cole tried to blind him earlier! And he sawed his flesh earlier! Double payback! CL: Doubly sick. Cole struggling to get out, and the Spectre leads him right into a corner... and kicks him right into it! Spectre drops the strap and is unloading on Cole in the corner! Body punch after body punch... PW: I know where this leads! CL: Spinning backfist into the corner... FATA MORGANA! THE SPECTRE HIT THE FATA MORGANA, AND THIS COULD DO IT! PW: In one motion, the backfist sets up the falling Ace Crusher... that's got to finish Cole. He's bleeding on both sides of the head! The only side left is the INside, and don't think Spectre won't go after that! CL: Spectre is making no effort to touch any turnbuckles! He's not here to win, he is here to destroy Rob Cole! Drags him into center ring... HE'S GOING FOR THE REBIRTH! [As soon as Spectre hooks the leg of Cole for the fisherman driver, Cole backdrops him, falling on top of the Goth from a combination of overexertion and spite. The fans pop loud for the finisher counter.] PW: Cole got out of that one! But he's running on borrowed time! He is losing more blood than the Spectre is! How long before he passes out from blood loss? CL: Not much longer, but he is a bit bigger than the Spectre, who is bleeding almost as badly! They both may pass out! [Rob Cole loops the strap around Spectre’s neck, rushing to the side of the ring and tossing the goth over the top rope... the big man is pulled up short with a jerk, his fingers preventing the strap from biting too deeply into his exposed throat! Cole’s muscles cord tightly as he leans his weight back...] PW: He’s hanging him! This isn’t a match anymore, it’s a lynching!!! CL: Things might be getting shoved beyond the limits of decency tonight, and I don’t know how much more these two men can do to one another. Spectre is losing consciousness, blood, and whatever sanity held him together... Cole long since left his sanity at the door! PW: You're saying Spectre is saner than Cole? CL: I take that back. Spectre may be getting the INsanity beaten out of him now! [Cole finally releases Spectre, the body slumping to the arena floor... Cole rolls over the top rope to follow along and pulls a handful of dreads up to lift Spectre’s prone form, and drags him to the announcers table! He rolls Spectre atop, directly in front of the announce team...] PW: What are you doing? You can’t do this, Cole... you can’t be serious?! [* S L A P ! *] [Cole suddenly lunges forward and SLAPS the announcer across the face, eliciting an approved roar from the audience as he slumps back in his chair with a look of stunned shock. Cole spins and begins to ascend the ring apron...] CL: Rob Cole with slap for my colleague... uncalled for! And now he’s measuring the distance, pulling that strap to its lengths... he may be going for the World's Ugliest Frog Splash! And Spectre is coming to on the table in front of me! HE YANKS THE STRAP! [The crowd almost gives a heel pop, but Cole catches himself on the top turnbuckle and leans his weight back... both men struggle, yanking the full length of the strap as it stretches across ringside! The announcers suddenly jump back as Specter gets to his feet, using the counterweight of Cole to achieve his balance... ] PW: Did you see what that lunatic did to me?! I hope Spectre yanks him down right on top of his head... OH DEAR LORD! [ * C R A A A S H * ! ] [Almost as if on cue, Cole suddenly shifts, and launches himself at the standing Spectre, who drops back to the table that doesn’t so much as buckle, but completely SHATTERS as Coles’ body comes crashing on top of Spectre with a World’s Ugliest Frog Splash from the second turnbuckle! There is announcer silence for a time, as the crowd roars and chants (several conflicting chants at once, actually), and both Rob Cole and Spectre lay there in a pileup of debris, limbs, blood, and wreckage! The camera gets a close of shot of one sharp table fragment that has found its way somewhere unusual: Rob Cole's left bicep. At last, the announce team gets their remote units working...] CL: MERCY! MERCY! This has to come to an end right now! This can’t keep happening... this is pure barbarism! Pure blasphemy on this sport! I can’t keep watching this massacre... oh God! PW: Forget that, I WAS SLAPPED! Disqualify that idiot! CL: Look at Coles’ arm! The table has cut a huge gash into the Outcast's arm! PW: Good! Got any salt? [Cole rolls to the side, clutching at the wound... he staggers towards the ring attendants and grabs a handful of electric tape from one of the camera men and immediately begins to tape it around his open wound!] CL: GET THE PARAMEDICS! Rob Cole is trying to treat himself with ELECTRICAL TAPE for crying out loud! He'll do more damage to himself, possibly give himself gangrene! PW: Gangrene is too good for him! HE SLAPPED ME! He should lose that arm entirely! CL: That's what gangrene does! PW: Obviously not fast enough! [The Spectre is actually the first to reenter the ring as Cole is taping himself, though the Monster follows quickly. Cole stomps away at his foe, who can only cover up at this point. CL: Cole with a kneelift, counters the axehandle and Spectre staggers back... Cole with another knee lift! He hooks Spectre... oh dear Lord, here we go! CAST OUT POWERBOMB! [* B O O M ! *] [The fans pop wildly for Cole's finisher, but Cole falls to the mat clutching his arm in agony.] PW: But look at the damage it did to his arm! Blood is pouring through that make-shift bandage. Cole had better tag all four of those turnbuckles quick... so he can get to a lawyer before he passes out! CL: He barely hit you, get over it! [Cole crawls towards one of the corners, and pulls himself to his feet... he tags the turnbuckle and turns to check on Spectre. A smile splits his lips from his teeth as his eyes glaze over, a feral hunger pulling him away from the turnbuckle. He suddenly stagger-charges Spectre and NAILS him on the side of the head with a boot!] PW: What? Making contact with your opponent breaks the turnbuckle count! He tagged a corner, and then went back to the attack?! Maybe he's lost so much blood that he's delusional! CL: Rob Cole with a chance to gain victory here, but what’s he doing?! He’s straddling the back of the Spectre, hooking those arms... CAMEL CLUTCH?! Rob Cole using the strap across the throat, yanking back as the referee starts pleading with him to release the hold! The referee is trying to end this match, and he may just throw it out for the safety of both men! [Spectre’s eyes roll in back of his head... Cole continues to lean back with his weight, smiling sadistically as he chokes out the gothic demon! His muscles cord tight as blood continues to pulse from his open wounds, and Spectre begins to change shades to purple... foam flecking his lips as Cole starts to... laugh?! The fans are not cheering anymore. They're still loud, but they're not cheering.] PW: The Spectre would be thrilled to see this! He was right! Cole is just like him! And in a minute, Spectre might just be able to see this as a ghost! CL: Rob Cole can win the match, but he's throwing it away... Duke Martin is threatening to call the match, but I'm not even sure he can! PW: Spectre is... still fighting, and I don't know how! [Spectre calls on his last reserves, and frees an arm. He uses it to claw at Cole's wound... Cole does not break the hold, but the pain lets Spectre get his knees underneath him.] CL: Spectre continuing to battle as if his life depends on it, and it might! Spectre is getting up... he's lifted Cole up onto his back! Where is he... OH NO! OH NO! [With his last energy, Spectre stands, runs back towards the corner, and falls. The back of Rob Cole's head hits the second turnbuckle, and this would be impressive and dangerous enough, if not for one important detail...] PW: THAT WAS THE CORNER WHERE SPECTRE PULLED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE PAD! CL: SPECTRE DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE CORNER, BUT THE EFFECT WAS WORSE! COLE IS UNCONCSIOUS! COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS! PW: Did he INTEND to do that? It looked like... it just sort of happened! [And your answer comes up off of the canvas... with an evil smile. Spectre doesn't look to see if Cole is finished. He knows Cole is finished. And then his knees buckle, and he also knows that he is as close to finished as anyone can get and still be moving.] CL: Spectre can barely stand... he slumps into a corner. And... he's going to another! Spectre knows he can't continue! He's touching the corners! PW: And why not?! His work here is done! CL: The Monster Beneath The Bed came out, and ripped him apart... he's lucky! Spectre outmonstered him tonight, but it might be only because Cole ripped himself up with that frog splash! One little happenstance here or there, and the roles would be reversed right now! PW: That's true, but that's wrestling. Every match is like that. Deal with it. [Spectre hits the last turnbuckle, and immediately sags... exhausted and wounded... into the corner as the bell rings.] *DING* *DING* *DING* [The ring floods with paramedics, and the crowd stands and boos the result.] HD: THE WINNER OF THE FOUR CORNERS STRAP MATCH... .. T H E S P E C T R E ! ! [The Spectre's music again begins to play, but he shows no acknowledgement of anything. His eyes are closed, his mouth drawn into a faint smile, and he is talking to... nobody. The camera moves in tight to catch his words, uttered very weakly...] Spectre: "We... told you... you were... just like us... Cole. We're... the same..." [And then the medics swarm him. Spectre tries to fight them off, but he just doesn't have enough left.] CL: ... PW: Tell me about it. CL: I never, ever want to see these two wrestle each other again. PW: 'Wrestle'? I don't think we've seen them 'wrestle'. They did a lot of things tonight, but 'wrestle' isn't a verb I'd have used. CL: I am petitioning the Championship Committee to never, ever book Rob Cole and the Spectre to face each other again! They barely LIVED through this! Look at that! The Spectre is too weakened to fight off MEDICS! And Cole is out of it, and who knows if he may have suffered a major concussion, or a fractured skull, or... or... PW: Cerebral hemmoraging? CL: HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT SO CASUALLY?! PW: BECAUSE HE SLAPPED ME! I might go put the boots to him! CL: And if he's NOT suffered a career-ending injury? PW: I... uhhhh... am just fired up about seeing such a great match so I say silly things? Ha ha? CL: It's not funny. We need to put this behind us... we'll be back. |
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| Codered | Feb 9 2012, 11:07 AM Post #2 |
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I was wanting to re-read this! And what is even funnier for some of the new blood, that is the same Preston Winfield who is now ahead of the PVW Booking Committee. Fred Hoyle hadn't replaced him yet. |
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| rcole | Feb 10 2012, 03:02 AM Post #3 |
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This is also my favorite match in the history of PVW. Again, no PPV, but it was just one of those matches that stands out for me and for my character. |
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| Codered | Feb 10 2012, 08:19 AM Post #4 |
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The Luther Burger
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I'd love to go back and find more gems in the Heatwaves. Over the past four years we had some good normal matches that get ignored side by side to the PPV classics. Anyone else remember any? |
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