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Road to Wrestlebowl; Pt 2
Topic Started: May 16 2012, 10:55 AM (461 Views)
ShaunSindelman
The White Shadow
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[In the background you hear thousands of fans cheering, as the "Road to Wrestlebowl" returns. Those cheers suddenly turn into a MASSIVE chorus of boos, as the camera focuses in on Vile "Vince" Viper's office. The former king of snakes sits behind his desk playing on his pink blackberry. The cameraman closes in on Viper who notices, looking away from his blackberry for a second, before glancing back. Vile’s pale albino face gets red with anger.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: For FUCK’SSS sssake! You don’t flash a pen light in Lang Lang’s eyes when he’s performing Beethoven’s 7th sonata! You don’t start laughing when Jasssy O’Neil is putting on a Patong Ping Pong ball show, causing her to lose concentration and die of complicationsss! You don’t play cards with Dave Pietka, and you sure as shit don’t try to get an interview with a man when he’s close to beating his highessst ssscore! <spitting mad> You made me losssssssssssse!!! Now how the fuck am I supposed to convince my grandkidsss I’m cool?

[The cameraman whispers to Viper that they’re on the air, Vile looks at the camera in contempt, and he could care less about the Road to Wrestlebowl, because he just lost his game. Hell, the only think he despises more than the Road to Wrestlebowl is Wrestlebowl itself. Why couldn’t AJ have roped in the Masters of the Ring? The talent certainly have more ties to it than fucking WrestleBowl. There was a time that Vile swore he would die before competing at the event. Sadly, Eddie Christian beat him to it. Ever the professional, unlike that bitch Serena Black, Vile carries on with his duties as Conquest GM.]

Vile “Vince” Viper <so angry his eye is twitching nervously>: You interrupt me for thisss? I wassss the high scorer in brick breaker!!! I don't care if the show has started... it's bad enough that My vastly superior show has to share the arena as those grotesssque Assscensssion losssersss...

[Vile looks really bummed out at that, but the General Manager puts up more of a fight against the depression then Eddie Christian’s mother did when EC was conceived, somehow managing to pick himself up. Thank goodness for mescaline.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: But tonight, I have a special gift for everybody! Ever since I left Memphisss, my phone has been blowing up with non-stop calls from the Memphisss PD and Eddie Chrissstian'sss PR team... How did they get my number? Which one of you Judasssesss sold me out?! I don't know, but that reminds me, I need to change it. They shouldn't be questioning me anyway, question those FISSSH in the Missssssissssssippi!!! Where did the bad man touch them? Sssleeping with fishes, Ed? You’re a bigger degenerate in death than you were in life... more entertaining too. In my defence, I had no idea he couldn't swim... how could I? Isss it really my fault that he's incapable only had a shallow gene pool to splash around in as a kid? Never stopped him from pissing in it. Is that really on the man upstairs? NOOOOOO it's not.

How can I be to blame for a man who committed SSSUICIDE?!?!?!?!?!?! Sick of living in the shadows of other men, disgusted by the idea that someone buys Frossstbite as a more legitimate title contender – for two fucking PPVsss in a row – then the Born Chumpion, Eddie saw his future prossspectsss... maybe losing to Marissssssa again on her way to beating Sssammy’sss record, and decided to end it all. Who could blame him? If I was Eddie, I’d have killed myself yearsss... decadesss... no... if I was Eddie I’d make it a point to be the still born champion.

Now since I’ve introduced religion into your dull, meaninglessssss exissstencesss, you’re probably keenly aware that SSSUICIDESSS don’t go to heaven.

Sssince Eddie can NEVER see the pearly gates, I’m going to bring GOD to him!

That’s right! No worries, Eddie Chrissstian fans... whoever you are... tonight... we're going to have ourselves a little funeral for our drowned acquaintance. He didn’t have any friends, or loved ones, so great news; YOU’RE all invited to attend! I, your funeral director, will host a service like no other has ever been seen!!!

Tonight, we’re putting the FUN back in funeral!

[Pleased with himself, God gets up and leaves...]



<<=========================================================RtWB===>>



[Cue "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva. Cue the crowd exploding in excitement. Cue the madman with the black fedora, already bounding out from backstage before he's even announced.]



Jack: THE EVIL VOODOO ICON IS LIIIIIVE HERE AT THE ROAD TO WRESTLEBOWL!!!



Emily: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome... "THE EVIL VOODOO ICON"... DAAAAAAAAAAAAVE PIETKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



[CROWD POP!]



[Pietka just saunters himself towards the ring, slapping the occassional hand as he does. Adorned in a black "VOODOO or VOODON'T: The Choice Is Yours" T-Shirt, jeans, and his hat on top of his black hair... he seems to be all smiles and excitement as he approaches. In fact, closer to the ring he gets, the more apparent his excitement is.]

Sean: I love this guy! A Hall of Famer, he kicks ass and takes names and nobody but nobody does it quite like EVD!!

Jim: The man made his name swinging furniture around he ain't no Marissa Monet! He ain't no wrestler he's a hardcore nutcase and these people love him!

Jack: Who doesn't love Dave Pietka and mostly the man does his own thing well now Ladies and Gentlemen he is here to pick his opponent for Wrestlebowl!

[Stepping into the ring, Pietka immediately makes a beeline to get a microphone... he doesn't even stop to pose for the crowd. Apparently, the excitement is too much for him, as he can't even be bothered to follow his own routine. As soon as a microphone is places in his hand, he walks back into the center of the ring, and begins speaking before the music is even completely off.]


Pietka: Well, boys and girls, it's been pretty fun, hasn't it? Been a pretty exciting time for Your Ol' Pal Voodoo.



CROWD: E V D! E V D! E V D! E V D! E V D! E V D! E V D! E V D!



Pietka: When I came back to SPW, I had a purpose. I wanted to come and make up a little snafu on my part, try to make a wrong right again. I put out a call to people in the wrestling world, saying that I'd like their help in making one of the greatest fights in SPW history on one of the greatest nights in wrestling, period. And what's happened since then?

[Pietka's hand comes out, and he starts counting on his fingers as he lists things off.]

Pietka: Well, a little creative coersion to try and get me back to SPW on a regular basis... hell, I was even in charge for one night and I even booked a Wrestlebowl match myself, but that was never my cup of tea, and you know that. I even said as much; the greatest fight that happens only happens because I'm a part of it.

[Pietka lowers his hand and looks out to the crowd, his eyes glinting and his lips curling upward as he speaks the following.]


Pietka: And by the Gods... I _WILL_ be a part of it!



[CROWD POP!]



Sean: I told yous he was going to pick his opponent here tonight!

Jim: Who's the one that's going to need to update his insurance policy?

Pietka: Now, since my little open call, I did, indeed, get a few responses. Apparently, when presented with the opportunity to beat me into a bloody, senseless, mess, the lines can get incredibly long. I was surprised by some, saddened by the absense of others, and then there were the ones I thought were a joke, and while I hate to be the bearer of bad news...

...Puppet Tommy Danger will NOT be considered in this matter.

[The crowd joins Pietka in that laugh as he walks over to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, looking out over the masses with his back to the stage, nodding his head in both approval and contemplation, if such a thing were possible.]

Pietka: All in all, kiddies, it looked like a nice turn-out. Plenty of good choices. A bumper crop, for a field so recently sown. Gave me a quandry, though. How am I supposed to choose. Out of all the respectable applicants, how on the face of the planet am I to select the greatest amongst them.

[Pietka smile gets broader, as he gives the crowd a knowing glance, as if they should know the answer already... and who's to say, maybe they do.]

Pietka: Well, kiddies, the answer is simple enough to make Occam cut himself on his own razor.

...completely at random.


Sean: Alrighty don't hold us in suspense!

Jack: The master showman!

Pietka: Now, since I already know each and every one of the canidates, it would be wrong of me to simply blurt out a name. I mean, I could, but then I feel I'd be robbing you again. I came to the conclusion that the best possible way to ensure that this is a fantastic match is that I have no bleedin' idea as to who I might face. That way, I can be as surprised as you are, and make that much more of a bang.

[He bounds off the turnbuckle and walks towards middle of the ring.]

Pietka: And it wouldn't be Your Ol' Pal Voodoo, boys and girls... if I didn't decide to put my own little spin on this.

[Pietka spins on his heel and faces the stage.]


Pietka: LADIES!


[Colorful lights start flashing through-out the arena and two lovely women, a blonde and a brunette with charming faces but otherwise unremarkable, adorned in shining golden dresses make their way down to the ring as the original theme to "Press Your Luck" plays over the PA.]

Jim: Whoo hoo, well at least he has taste. Even if he is a chair swingin freak.

[Pietka holds the ropes open as the ladies make their way up the ring-steps and demurely step through. Smiling all the way through this, Pietka bounds to the middle of the ring and dramatically thrusts his hands upward... and a giant cylinder decends from above, appearing to contain several plastic containers and a turn-crank on the side.]

Sean: The fans into this here we go, about to choose a winner!

Jim: How did we not notice that hanging from the rafters all this time?

Jack: Stop breaking the fourth wall ya dick, you ain't no Shadoe Rage.

[Once the cylinder reaches the ring, Pietka starts showing it off like a hand model would an expensive watch or something, while the ladies simply stand on either side of it. After a few moments of this... whatever it is, Pietka bounds in front of the cylinder, still smiling... seeming to get more eager and excited by the moment.]

Pietka: Here's the deal, boys and girls. Inside this rig is the name of every last person to answer my little casting call. Now, some were omitted, particularly those who actually have a match at Wrestlebowl, and believe me, that was only done because of contractual red tape. There were a couple of applicants I got that certainly wouldn't have minded a double-shift... but then, the SPW brass would have gotten all butt-hurt, as it's prone to do, because they wanted _their_ match to happen and not mine.


...pussies.


[Pietka just chuckles a little, looking over his shoulder at the gold-dressed women, and then looking direct into the camera.]

Pietka: But, a few choice selections aside, this field is certainly ripe with choices. Hell, let me pull a few out now, just for shits and gigs, to let you know what the field looks like.

[The blonde opens up the hatch on the top of the cylinder, and Pietka turns around and pulls out three of the plastic containers, which look like the kind you'd get out of a little vending machine at the grocery store. After handing two of them to the blond, he cracks one open and looks at the name...]

Pietka: Oooh, this one would be nice. A lot of people in SPW remember my little impromptu war, and I use that word with the most friendly of connotations, with this man. Blood flowed like sweat and I hear that SPW is STILL trying to get the stains out of some of the rings they own.

I truly think SPW would love to see one more confrontation between me ...and


THE WALKING CONTRADICTION, SABBATH!



[CROWD POP!]



Sean: SABBATH? NO WAY!!


[Replacing the paper back in the container, Pietka drops it back in and is handed the second draw by the blonde. He opens it up, and his eyes light up as he looks at the name.]

Pietka: Now, this one. THIS would be epic. I have to wonder if he's still around, but I don't think he'd turn down one last match against me, considering our history. After all, I am one of the black marks on his otherwise distinguished and illustrious career.

This is the one I'm really hoping for, because I certainly wouldn't mind another go-round... with SHANE DESTINY!


[CROWD POP!]


Jack: _THE_ SUPERSTAR HIMSELF? IN SPW?


Jim: Naw he's just messing with us!

[After replacing both the paper and its container back in the cylinder, Pietka is handed the final name that he picked. As he cracks it open and pulls the name out, he visibly laughs.]

Pietka: Ha ha haa... ok, I'll admit, I wrote this guy in. Still, from what I hear, you pay him enough, he'll show up anywhere and destroy whoever you want. That's the kind of person you'd really want to make history with, even though that's what you might become if you stand against him.

Still, it's a risk I'm willing to take if it's none other than... THE KING OF THE INDEPENDENTS, BAD EYE MCBAINE!



[CROWD EXPLOSION!]



Sean: My God Man that would be a war to end all wars!

Jim: Stop fucking with us Dave! Tell us who it is already!

[Pietka puts the name back in its container, and then drops it back inside. The blonde closes the hatch, and then goes back into her generic 'hands-on-hips' pose. Pietka can't contain his wild smile, looking like a kid who's been given full reign of the candy store.]

Pietka: Well, boys and girls, this is it! This is how it's decided, and let's not waste another moment talking about it. The music's gonna hit, the lovely brown-haired beauty will start turning the crank, and when everything stops, blondie over here will pull out one name, JUST ONE NAME, and that will be my opponent... unless they decide to back out, in which case, after a few minutes of juvenile name-calling, we'll do this again.

And so, without any further ado, kiddies...


It's... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME! HIT THE MUSIC!


[The music is, indeed, hit. Granted, it's just the music from the 'Cliffhangers' game from "The Price Is Right," but the brunette starts turning the crank and everything inside the cylinder starts tumbling about.]

Jack: Well originally Andrew Davis had made the challenge but he got suspended for failing a drug test-

Jim: WHICH was not his doing Chance Fortuna spiked his Jolt!

Sean: What? That's insane why the hell would Fortuna do that to AD4?

[Pietka's just clapping as this goes on, watching everything turn and spin, laughing with almost a child-like excitement as it does.]

Jack: Almost at the name now! Come on at anytime, we will see who the Wrestlebowl Opponent for Mental will be--

[And then, without warning, the music stops and the brunette stops turning the crank. As the blonde opens up the hatch, Pietka's hands are outstretched, making a "Gimmie Gimmie" motion as she reaches in and pulls on out completely at random... which Pietka then abruptly snatches and holds up to the crowd.]


Pietka: HERE IT IS, BOYS AND GIRLS! THE LUCKY WINNER! Oh, I can't wait... CAN I GET A SPOTLIGHT, PLEASE!


[The arena lights die down and a single spotlight shines on Pietka, still holding the container up high. His excited laugh is caught on his microphone before he starts to speak again.]


Pietka: This is it. The man who's going to help me make Wrestlebowl history by putting on the greatest match in its own history! DRUMROLL!


[A drumroll is now heard over the PA.]



LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOUR OL' PAL VOODOO'S OPPONENT FOR WRESTLEBOWL



IS...



[Finally bringing the container down to open it, he fumbles around with it until he finally gets it open. The paper inside drops to the ground, and he bends over to pick it up, all smiles...




...he picks it up, opening the paper, looking at the name on it...




...and his smile turns to that of slight shock and confusion.]



Jim: COME ON ALREADY!



[Pietka looks at the paper, the look of disbelief on his face as he looks at the women behind him, almost as if he were expecting an explanation. After a few moments, he turns back to the camera, smiling a bit awkwardly and shrugging.]


Pietka: Well... at least it kind of fits the whole selection process. *ahem*


[The awkwardness goes away, replaced by Pietka's usually showman facade.]




Pietka: YOUR OL' PAL VOODOO'S OPPONENT FOR WRESTLEBOWL IS...














...CHANCE FORTUNA!




[The drumroll ends with the pre-requisite cymbal crash, and the house lights turn back up.]

Travie McCoy V/O: Chance Fortuna! New York's Finest, baby!


[HUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


"All press is good press kids
So if you wanna see us gone
Then I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines
Unless you wanna mess that is
Your best bet is to set your dirty laundry separate
From the clean before your deadline"

[The curtains are shoved aside by Chance Fortuna as the soft piano plays behind the hip hop beats. Strutting though the curtains, Chance spins around before reaching the top of the ramp way. Pointing out to the crowd, a grin creeps across his lips, putting his fist over his heart and pointing out to the crowd that has just recently embraced him.]

"Admit it you wanted to be an artist
But your parents and that tiny voice inside you
Said it wasn't worth the hardships
What better way to compensate then to hate
On everything you wish you were
But didn't have the balls to harness"

[Still in street clothes, Chance starts walking towards the ring, slapping hands from one side of the aisle to the other before reaching the ring and jumping up to the apron. Looking at Pietka for a long moment Chance ducks between the ropes and into the ring.]

"Pop culture's my trip, somehow you think your gonna stop us
Cuz you flirted with a chick who's got my tongue in her esophagus
Bitches post anonymous We shat on 07, 08 is gonna be great imagine 2011
Give me one good reason I shouldn't dead this debate"


Jack: CHANCE FORTUNA! LIVE AT WRESTLEBOWL CHANCE WILL TAKE ON EVD!!!


Jim: Now this should be a good match! But I don't see why that asshat Chance who lied and framed AD4 gets REWARDED for screwing over Andrew Davis! Dave Pietka what is he thinking?? He's not thinking! He's been hit so many times over the head the man has to be nuts with this pick!

Sean: It was a random drawing ya goof! And what a great match this is and will be come WRESTLEBOWL.

[Walking past Pietka, Chance climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air, the crowd roaring in cheers. Chance slides his hand through his hair, watching the screaming fans for what seemed like an eternity to him but was nothing more than a few seconds. Jumping backwards off the buckles, Chance bounces a few times before turning around to face E.V.D. Standing in front of the legend, Chance looks him up and down slowly, making no bones about the fact he was sizing him up. Finally making eye contact with Pietka, Chance reaches into his front pocket and takes out a bluetooth headset. Slipping it over his right ear, a smile on his lips.]

Chance: I always come prepared...you better do the same. Now I'm not gonna say I didn't enjoy this little [motions around] dog and pony show you put on. And the name dropping definitely caused some pulses to raise and the viewership to raise for the time being JUST in case a name like...TOMMY DANGER! OR VILE VINCE VIPER! OR ASH! was pulled. Something like that could have flipped SPW on it's ear. But [chuckles under his breath.] looks like you got stuck with someone like me, someone like Chance Fortuna.


[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Holding his hands up a bit, Chance takes a step back and looks out over the crowd before letting his attention drift back to Pietka.]

Chance: I have no doubt, my name is the last one you would have expected to call out tonight. I don't think we've so much as crossed paths in the back. I have no doubt, you have no idea who the hell I am. But when you live in your own world, like you have for the better half of this century, there's a lot of things that will just pass you by.

[Starting to walk around the ring, Chance makes sure to keep Pietka in the corner of his eye.]

Chance: Now with our lack of association, that doesn't mean I don't know. I've been force fed your Voodoo Pie since I was in High School. I know you. I know your reputation. I know your growing legacy and if I said I didn't respect you, you could tell me I'm a liar, and you'd be right!


[CROWD ROARS IN RESPECT!]


Chance: If by the time my career is over, I've only accomplished an iota of what you have. I'd consider it a success and be happy to call it a night. I've got a long way to go, although this may be just another match for you...hell let's be honest with each other, I have no doubt you feel this match is probably beneath you by the look on your face when that slip of paper when opened. What I can promise you, whatever you thought you would get with Andrew Davis, is going to be nothing compared to what you're going to have on your hands with Chance Fortuna. I'm younger, I'm stronger, I'm faster and I'm damn sure better looking than AD4. And to top it off...I've also got the moves like Jagger.

[Chance nods to the crowd at his quip mouthing "Truth Fact" before stopping in front of Dave and turning to face him again, looking him eye to eye.]

Chance: Now this is where things get interesting, Andrew Davis blew off my challenge in order to meet you at Wrestlebowl, so the irony that now the role is reversed and I've taken his place is somewhat bittersweet...

[“Flashing Lights” by Kanye West echoes throughout Cedar Rapids Ice Arena, bringing the crowd to their feet! The SPWTron begins flashing “AGE OF AD4,” interspersed with Andrew Davis hitting Headshots on anyone and everyone!]



[MEGA-MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: ANDREW DAVIS IS HERE TONIGHT!


Jack: NO WAY!!!


Sean: Pretty sure that he’s been suspended; he’s not supposed to be at any Shootfire Events!!

Jim: You can’t suspend AD4!

[On cue, Andrew Davis walks out onto the stage, dressed in a pinstriped black suit, matching golden tie & pocket square, golden D&G sunglasses, while playing on his iPhone. He looks up at the crowd, feigns surprise, and then flashes a million dollar grin. He walks down to the ring, mic in one hand, phone in the other.]

AD4: Let me finish this tweet, guys; please don’t stop on my account. That was absolutely riveting television. Wait, that wasn’t, but this is. This is riveting television, because Andrew Davis is on the screen. Which is why, when I went to the Shootfire Board of Directors, and I brought in my agent, my manager, my accountant, and I visually demonstrated through a PowerPoint presentation that I did not create, pointing out just how much money Shootfire would lose with AD4 absent.

Do you know how much I’m worth? A lot. I’m worth millions of dollars. And when millions of dollars walks up and threatens to leave the movie that you have invested separate millions of dollars into, you listen. If you’re the Board of Directors, you realize that Kieran Rae and Serena Black made a TREMENDOUS, CATASTROPHIC, GAME CHANGING MISTAKE.

Here’s a list of things that you don’t do to millions of dollars.

[Andrew takes the steps, goes through the ropes, and is inside the ring, totally ignoring Chance & Pietka.]

AD4: ONE – you do not, DO NOT, videotape private GOD DAMN discussions. Didn’t work for Nixon, didn’t work for ACORN, didn’t work for Jesus, YES I SAID JESUS. TWO – you remember that millions of dollars, especially when they look like me, are treated differently than thousands of dollars, like Pietka, or tens of dollars, like Chance. I AM THE GREATEST WRESTLER, no, wait, not just wrestler, THE GREATEST COMMODITY in the WORLD TODAY, and I should be treated as such.

THREE – don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. Don’t claim that I failed a drug test, then refuse to show proof at that moment. Don’t take ambush me and think that I’m going to run off, tail between my legs, sit at home and eat Ben & Jerry’s Schweddy Balls until you tell me that I can come back. I’m the guy who sent Dave Pietka out of this organization, who chased Sammy Knight away, who has won the World Title 4 times, I’M ANDREW DAVIS. I’m not a fan of cursing, because it doesn’t agree with advertisers, but…


I AM ANDREW FUCKING DAVIS…


AND DO NOT FUCK WITH ME!



[HOLY SHIT POP!!!!!!!!]



Jim: Andrew not holding back!

AD4: And last but not least, reasons number 4, because I’m AD4 and it would be classless of me to not tie all of this together, FOUR: don’t squander millions of dollars. Take advantage of it, because you never know how long you will have it. Put it in a movie, put it on your shows, put it on your ads, put it on cups at 7-11, put it on the dark side of the moon. MY FACE should be EVERYWHERE. I am the most marketable star in Shootfire, the brightest star in the sky, and I don’t have a match at Wrestlebowl? I’m not invited to your little PPV?

What kind of shit is that? Are you pulling a Tea Party, trying to kamikaze the country out of spite? Or maybe you’re trying out some new brands, see how the Black Queen carries a PPV. That’s hilarious, I’m sorry, the idea that someone would buy a PPV to see Marissa Monet. Or James O’Connor. Or Rich Patterson. Or Frostbite. I wouldn’t buy a scratch off lottery ticket to see any of those people. VVV? Sure, I buy that, because he’s insane and not boring. JCA? Yeah, he’ll bring some clown shenanigans, that’s worth a few buys.



BUT WHO IS THE BIGGEST NAME IN THE WRESTLING WORLD TODAY?



It’s not Chance Fortuna, who is only known for being the guy who hates me because I didn’t want to be his mentor because I’ve seen more talent in an orchid I’m growing at home. It’s not Dave Pietka, who hasn’t been relevant since Britney Spears shaved her head, and has enough ring rust that a dab of WD-40 will cause him to instantly disintegrate.

But, here’s an idea. If you add Chance Fortuna to Dave Pietka, and take the average, that might be worth one AD4, if you carry the one and remember about the decimal point. So why don’t we take that guy, that guy, and this guy, and we have ourselves a little THREE WAY DANCE AT WRESTLEBOWL!



[MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!]



Jack: WHAT!?!


Sean: First Andrew returns from suspension, then he insults almost everyone on the roster, and now he proposes a three-way dance at the Pay Per View?!?

Jim: Sounds like Andrew Davis to me!

AD4: I just got millions of tweets of fans begging for the match, pleading for the match, look my phone is LITERALLY lighting up because of the words I just spoke. Let’s make all of my followers on Twitter happy, let’s make Shootfire money, and let’s remind the world that you two aren’t dead yet.

[Chance rolls his eyes and rubs his ear, stepping backwards away from Pietka and keeping him and Davis in front of him the entire time.]

Chance: Well glad to see the old Andrew Davis is back. With that being said, I've got no problem stepping into the ring with you at Wrestlebowl. Because the faster I can get you into the ring with me, the faster the changing of the guard begins. I've already started taking your endorsements, I've already started taking your matches, I've already starting taking your girls. At Wrestlebowl, I'll take your spot at the top of SPW.


E.V.D. I'm just going to take your respect.


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[During all this, Pietka's glance switches between both Fortuna and Davis. After a moment, he looks over at Chance, raising his finger up, mouthing the words 'One Second,' before turning over to glare at Davis.]

Pietka: Y'know, Andrew... for someone who likes to brag about being greater than , beyond, and all together better than Your Ol' Pal Voodoo, you certainly don't mind demanding my spotlight. And for what, Andrew? FOR WHAT?

To bitch and complain about some 'wrong' done you? To say that you're not getting the attention you deserve? To say that Wrestlebowl should be about you, only you, about how it should be changed to Davis-bowl, people should be sitting in the Davis-Row Seats, sitting on their souvenir Davises.


[Pietka shakes his head at Davis, rather disappointingly.]


Pietka: Save the self-pity for your blog, you fucking emo.


[CROWD POP!]


Pietka: I can't blame you, though. I wanted attention, too. And while I may need a bit of a stretch before I walk into Wrestlebowl, I am STILL one of the best damn performers Shootfire Pro has ever signed... and I didn't need Hollywood to bolster my fame, I went out and I made it myself. I made it from the blood and the bodies of whoever they threw at me, and I made it out of the cheers and the jeers the crowd gave me. And while, yes, Andrew, I haven't been able to best you... I can still do it a metric ton BETTER THAN YOU!


Commentator: Dave Pietka making a bit of a bold claim, but his skill and his contribution to SPW is certainly undeniable.


Pietka: So, Andrew, if you want to come out and try to steal the spotlight from folk you think to be beneath you... well, there's only one thing I can imagine doing in response...


...AND THAT'S STEALING IT THE FUCK BACK!


[Pietka then turns to Chance, smiling.]


Pietka: And as for you, Chance... clearly, I should be more excited about this than I thought. Most of the people who put their names in wanted me for shit I'd done to them... or to make themselves a name... but you?

All you want is respect.

I like that.


[Pietka takes a wide step away from Chance and goes back into the middle of the ring, pandering to the crowd once more.]


Pietka: BUT, in the end, it's my match... so it's my call. Chance Fortuna? Well, I'm certainly a man of my word, people know me for this. Chance Fortuna WILL be in the ring with me at Wrestlebowl...










*dramatic pause*












...and so will Andrew Davis!




*CROWD EXPLOSION!*




Pietka: One man who wants to justify himself to SPW... One man who wants to become the new face of SPW... One man who simply wants to entertain SPW.


...game fucking on!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


["Ladies and Gentlemen" kicks up over the PA System as the fans go crazy! The audience in the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena is worked up to fever pitch, as the camera goes to ringside and three smiling announcers.]

Jack: Folks, at Wrestlebowl we will have Dave Pietka to take Chance Fortuna versus Andrew Davis in a three way dance! What a match, what a concept, surely to be one for the ages!

Jim: Excellent to see and I am sure AD4 will prove himself vindicated by kicking the asses of Chance and EVD all over WB-

Sean: How in the hell does he get away with ending his own suspension? I'm told now that we have a message from Kieran Rae herself in response to this let's go live backstage the CEO is not impressed I am Sure.


<<=========================================================RtWB===>>


[Fade into the back as Jessica Marsh, the freckled blonde beauty in a white power suit holds the mic for Kieran Rae. The ravenous redhead in a blue Escada strapless dress, her ivory skin framing her scorching green eyes. Behind her stands the ever silent and vigil man in a red fiery mask known as The Red Dragon.]

Jessica: Kieran Rae, SPW CEO, what is your instant reaction to seeing AD4 back in SPW-

Kieran: Give me that.

[Kieran snatches the mic and the camera focuses on her blazing eyes.]

Kieran: Andrew Davis you are the height of unprofessionalism. You know damn well you failed that drug test. You earned the suspension but no, that wasn't something your EGO could withstand so you threatened to walk on your movie deal that would have cost us millions in lawsuits and that's why you're back on TV. Never in my life have I dealt with a primadonna more focused on themselves than anybody else and I work with Vile Vince Viper and Marissa Monet.

You need to understand one thing, I'm not petty enough to screw around with SPW's fans, with your fans or waste time in litigation with movie studios but I will say one thing. Going over my head makes you happy? Well look out because Dave Pietka is going to slam a chair over yours. And Chance Fortuna who you've falsely accused to everyone backstage who will listen is going to kick your teeth in. And then maybe we won't have to hear you speak for quite some time which was the one saving grace of that little suspension you just couldn't allow.

And then, after Wrestlebowl, whatever's left of you will go to this man.

[The Red Dragon folds his massive arms.]

Kieran: You want to fuck with me? Who the fuck do you think YOU ARE. Win, lose or draw I will make sure you can't work for thirty days because this man right here will put you on the shelf and you'll be sipping your Jolt through a damn straw. But until then, good luck best of luck I hope you win. Because everyone knows Andrew Davis always gets what he wants. But be careful what you wish for because now, after that match, you get five minutes alone in the ring with THIS MAN.



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Kieran: I can hear the box offices churning already. That is all.

[Kieran Rae turns and leaves, handing the mic back to a startled Jessica Marsh, as The Red Dragon stares with heated eyes... and we fade out on the sinister mask.]




<<=========================================================RtWB===>>



road to wrestlebowl
VILE VINCE VIPER, JACK EAST, TARA SILVER & A MASKED MAN
vs
JOHNNY PAIN, TEAM EGO & KEISHA LOVE
survivor elimination match



*DING. DING. DING.*



Jack: VVV, a masked man, Jack East now entering the ring.

Jim: Yeah but Tara Silver still on the outside... she is a professional but that's it she hates Viper.

Vik: So anyhow I says to Mabel I says.

Sean: Hooray it's Vik Avatar.

Vik: Hooray! Working with you is like givign a cactus plant a handjob.

Sean: ...Either way this is going to be a very tough match.

Jack: Well the problem when going up against the God of SPW match, is that he can turn the fight against you from the get go.

Vik: Balderdash and hypocrisy!




HCW DEATHMATCH





Jack: OH Come On!



*DINGDINGDING*


Vik: This match a tribute to the late, great Eddie Christian as his funeral will follow soon after.

Jim: He will be missed.


Sean: HE IS NOT DEAD.


Jack: Team EGO entering the ring to jaw with Vile and the Masked Man who are giving them a piece of their mind. VVV is pointing and shouting as the Masked Man bobbing his head as he and Shane Diamond have a oh no she didn't fight right in the middle of that ring!


[CROWD POPS]


Jim: SHANE with the backhand! And everyone is fighting!

[Tara Silver runs at Keisha Love and charges for the Silver Bullet but Keisha manages a leapfrog! Jack East swings the clothesline to take Owen Cage down! Vile Vince Viper goes for Shane but Johnny Pain ducks to swing Viper up on his shoulders, looking for a GTS but VVV kicks off!]


[POP!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: VIPER grabbing the waist and Pain with his tie- STUNNER ON GOD!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!]


[Pain makes the cover but the masked man stomps him off. Viper rolls from the ring to slither on down as Keisha Love catches Tara with the hiptoss, and whacks the kick right in her neck!]

Sean: Devilish Kick from Keisha Love! You could hear that from Boston!

Jim: Stick with the movey type word things with that hole in your face Sean, let Me do the color.

Vik: Please, you people would nosebleed in monochrome. This is why the Lord saw fit to let me direct the vocal barrage.

Jack: Well then Vik the Masked Man and Jack East doubling up on Shane Diamond, punching him in the ropes, no disqualifications in HCW Deathmatches, of course.

Vik: Yeah no kidding, that'd be like an Ilinois without fat people.

[East boots Shane in the stomach and locking the arms, goes for the jumping DDT but Owen Cage slings the forearm to the groin! The fans roar as the Masked Man throws the kick at Owen's Face but Shane locks him and tosses him over his partner with the Exploder Suplex!!]


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Johnny Pain to the outside, and pulls up a baseball bat! Pain rolling inside!!

[The Masked Man rises up and Johnny decks him across the back! He goes stumbling just in time for Shane and Owen to catch him in the


Sean: TOTAL ELIMINATION!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Jack East retreating to the floor! Keisha Love wrapping up Tara SIlver with the camel clutch, ripping her head up!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: The Masked Man has been eliminated!

Sean: He has to go! And Viper is down one partner!


VVV: FUCK THAT! ...I AM NOT DOWN A PARTNER!


Sean: Whoa.


VVV: INTRODUSSSING... ALTERNATE N O PERIOD ONE! COLT MONTANA!!!



[HUGE *WE LOVE COLT DESPITE WHO'S TEAM HE'S ON* POP!!]



Jack: Colt Montana running down and Team EGO can't believe it! Johnny Pain does not want to hit Colt with the bat Montana to the apron SPRINGBOARD off the top and Pain walks away as Colt misses the Hurricanrana!

[Montana lands on his feet and runs at Pain who turns to see him. Colt catches the bat and swings around Johnny to lock the shoulder and nail the armbar takeover! The fans in Cedar Rapids cheer as Montana flies at Team EGO, who catch him and throw him up in the air! Colt lands his calves around Shane's head and wraps up Owen's, throwing himself over into a spiral to take EGO off their feet!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Alternate No. 1! Vile Vince Viper is sliding in a folding chair!

Vik: The Holy Seat I'm sure.

Jack: Jack East limping over, taking up the chair as Pain charges DROPKICK to the chair to EAST in the corner!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Pain climbs and yells as he punches down into Jack East, beating the veteran across the head as the fans roar out! Jack wraps the legs and pulls Pain up to hit the snake eyes into the chair!]



***CRRRAAAAAAAAASHH!!!!***



Jack: OH! A DEVASTATING SHOT INTO THE STEEL!


Jim: Johnny Pain writhing but almost out from that maneuver!

Sean: Tara Silver recovering on the floor, she must have pulled herself to safety as Keisha Love coming out, oh she has a metal trash can lid!

[Keisha comes running and Tara dive bombs the Silver Bullet right into her guts!!!]



[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: That is why she is so dangerous! Keisha Love on the floor!

Jim: Jack East with Johnny Pain double arm and DDT!

Sean: Colt Montana forearms into Shane! Irish Whip across the ring no Diamond with the reversal!

[Shane catches Colt coming back and tries to back drop him but Montana twists in midair and landing on his shoulders does a forward roll to take Shane over into the rolling pin! Owen Cage charges off the ropes and hits a diving back forearm guard to the face!!]


[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: CAGE PINNED COLT!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: WHAT THE HECK!!


Jim: Shane Diamond getting up JACK EAST FROM BEHIND AND SIT DOWN FACECRUSHER!!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: CAGE RISING!! TARA HAS HIS LEG!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jack: SHANE DIAMOND ELIMINATED!


[Vile Vince Viper takes up his mic...


VVV: ALTERNATE NUMBER TWOO!! THE ANTIGOD!!


["Break Stuff" kicks up as the masked red giant AG storms out of the back, accompanied by Amber Rhiannon. A pipe bomb scar on his chest, the former Platinum Champion charges to the ring. The fans boo as Viper goes for more plunder, ignoring the hatred directed at his bodyguard.]



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: So, Viper gets as many alternates as he wants and now Team Pain is down a member?

Vik: You go down a member hehe.

Jim: Damn it! That was mine!

Sean: That's what he said.

Jim & Vik: Shut up Sean!

[The AntiGod steps in over the top rope just to be a dick about it and runs to grab up Johnny Pain. Pain kicks him in the stomach and rakes his eyes then hauls off and punches him as hard as he can. Shaking out his hand, Johnny rears back and AG crashes him with a side knee.]

Jack: AntiGod with the throat! Pain ducks inside THE PICKUP AND THE JUDGMENT SLAM!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: JACK EAST OFF THE ROPES LARIAT FROM HELL INTO JOHNNY PAIN! NO! PAIN CAUGHT HIM AND TAKING HIM DOWN THE ULTIMATE SUBMISSION!!


[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Viper tossing in a table!

Vik: And he shall break bread and the bones of the non believers! Repent oh ye heathens. This match is dedicated to the memory of Eddie Christian.

Jim: He's rolling over in his grave right now I'll bet.


Sean: EDDIE CHRISTIAN IS NOT DEAD.


[Tara Silver rolls in and sees Johnny Pain trying to make her partner tap. She turns and Viper slides her a hockey stick. Tara looks at it, and kicks it yelling at VVV to shove it up his ass!]

Jack: AMBER sliding in! And charging over to dig her fingernails in Johnny's eyes!!


[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: Viper rolling inside and taking up said hockey stick to go break it over Johnny's head- Tara getting in his way! Oh Viper looking to- oh he wouldn't!

Vik: Oh no. Stop. Don't hit my ex-wife.

Jack: Viper threatening to break it over her head! And KEISHA LOVE!!

[Keisha rolls in with a cookie sheet! Viper jaws at Tara as Keisha raises it and smacks Tara across the back of the head! Silver hits her knees as Pain climbs up, rubbing at his eyes!]



"OOOHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



Jack: VVV WITH THE HOCKEY STICK TO JOHNNY PAIN!!



[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Vik: GOD HAS STRUCK AGAIN!


Sean: That was like the first move.

Jack: PAIN is out and Jack East going for the cover! Owen Cage with the bat and cracks Viper across the shoulder!


[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: OH! Right in the arm! Viper hurting and drops the stick!

Sean: Keisha Love pounding on Tara Silver!

Jack: Owen Cage wrapping Vile in the Cagelock! Forearm Guard in the mouth! And THE ANTIGOD HAS OWEN BY THE BACK OF THE NECK!!


[AG rips Owen who yanks Viper into the air! The fans are roaring as the giant menace has both Superstars in the air!! AG turns with both hands wrapped around Owen's skull and chokeslams him to the mat! Viper is laying across the top as the AG counts his own pin!]



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: OH COME ON!!!!!! HE CAN COUNT HIS OWN PIN!? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MATCH IS THIS!!


Jim: AG IS A LICENSED REFEREE!!!


Sean: And now Team EGO are gone! Vile Vince Viper has eliminated Owen Cage!

Jim: World Tag Champions no less.

Jack: That leaves VVV, Tara, East and AG against Johnny Pain and Keisha Love-

[Pain starts to rise and then everyone starts stomping him to the canvas. The fans begin booing as Viper, East, AG are kicking at him. Viper yells at Referee Bull Moxely, and orders him to boot Johnny Pain too! The fans are booing as Keisha Love gets off Tara- and reaches into her boot!]

Sean: What the hell, is that MACE?

Jim: Keisha Love ripping East around! MACES HIM IN THE FACE!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: KEISHA MACING THE ANTIGOD!!


Jim: Vile Vince Viper running away! Oh like a snake in the grass!


Vik: RUN MY LORD! LEST THEY NOT DIGNIFY THEE WITH A BLACKENED PLAGUE!


[Viper curses Keisha as Pain rises up, bruised and sore but dragging the chair over, kicks it down. The AntiGod is pulling at his mask as Pain wraps the arm and does a flying armbar DDT right into the steel chair! Pain rolls AG over and hooks the leg for the pin!]


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: Pain has eliminated The AntiGod!

Sean: Vile Vince Viper beckoning for the microphone! Here comes Amber!!

[Rhiannon holds up the mic but Keisha Love comes flying over the top to splash right into her!!]



{CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: KEISHA LOVE TAKING OUT THE RING ANNOUNCER!


Jim: How is he supposed to announce Alternates!


Sean: Viper instead now just waving to the back!!!


["Registered Sex Offender" Frank Wilkes runs down the aisle as Viper cannot believe that's who he had left. RSO rushes to the ring and dives inside to get up and be caught by Pain who nails the Go To Sleep!!!]



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: AAAHH!!


Jack: Johnny Pain pointing at Vile Vince Viper he wants a piece of God once and for all!

Vik: Pride goeth before a fall!

Jim: Viper entering the ring, and dragging up Tara Silver- turns and chucks her over the side!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: TARA TO THE FLOOR! SON OF A BITCH!


Jack: PAIN ATTACKING VILE! BEATING HIM IN THE CORNER!!



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: JOHNNY BEATING INTO VILE! SWINGING SHOTS! BUSTING HIM OPEN!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: VIPER ON HIS ASS! HERE COMES EAST!


Jim: Well Pain went west and Jack hit the buckles!

Jack: Pain ducking him in, arm over the neck, has the legs to take up the man and MUSCLE BUSTER!! PAIN HAS HIM WITH THE PIN!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: HERE COMES VIPER DIVING ELBOW!!


Jim: PAIN MOVED! VIPER HIT EAST!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: PAIN WITH VILE AND CHUCKS HIM OVER THE SIDE!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: JOHNNY PAIN WITH THE CHAIR!! THE HOLY SEAT!!!




****CRRRASSSSSSSSSHHH!!!!***




Jim: AND CRACKS EAST OVER THE HEAD!!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: Down to Tara and Viper versus Keisha and Pain!


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[VVV collects with Tara on the floor, dragging her up to talk strategy as Pain goes for them, Keisha Love getting in his way. She tells Pain to focus, and Tara shoves Viper away! VVV goes for her neck as the fans shout out curses! Johnny slides right out of the ring to attack Viper! He pulls him away and Vile spits green Mist right in his face!!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: PAIN attacked again! VIPER chucks him into the guard rail!!


Jim: And now Viper heading for the ring! Keisha Love going for a baseball bat! Pain hurting on the floor right next to Tara!

Sean: Keisha with the bat and attacking Viper! SHOT across the back! Oh! Keisha with the bat and VIPER with a LOWBLOW of his own!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: THAT SON OF A BITCH!


Jim: VIPER RUNS HER THROUGH THE CORNER INTO THE POST!!!


Sean: OH!! And Keisha staggering back SATAN'S STRUT!!!!!!



[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: VIPER HAS JUST BEATEN KEISHA LOVE!


Jim: And Not Done Yet!? Viper going for the table and now setting it up, he wants to break Keisha Love in half!

Sean: Come on Johnny! Pain entering the ring and Tara Silver rolling in too! Johnny crawling up as Viper drags Keisha across the table!

Jack: Pain and Silver running across the ring JOHNNY OVER THE TABLE TO FOREARM TORPEDO VILE!!


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: Tara Silver rescuing Keisha? Helping her from the ring that was the right thing to do!

Sean: They've always been rivals only recently had it gone personal but good job Tara!

Vik: Bah.

Jack: Pain beating into Vile! Hauling off with forearm after forearm and now has Vile- and bangs his head off the table! Johnny Pain doing what we'd all like to do to God and sending Viper over the boards, but now what's this? Tara Silver asking Pain to let her help him?

[Pain is surprised as Tara points to the top and says let her do it! Johnny shakes his head as Tara begs and Pain says fine and goes to the buckles!]

Sean: What are they doing!?

Jim: No Way.

Vik: THE MISTAKE of their lives!!

Jack: You aren't serious man! Er, woman! Pain sitting up top, Tara climbing to sit right on his shoulders!


Crowd: WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Vik: ...heathens.


Sean: PAIN STANDING UP! AND SUPERBOMBING HIS GIRLFRIEND RIGHT THROUGH VILE!!



****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!!****



[Tara rolls around, kicking in agony as Johnny tries to force himself up! Vile Vince Viper is out of it as Pain rises and screams out across the crowd! He turns and goes to drop low and get the lateral press on VVV!!!]


Jack: HE GOT HIM!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Vik: LARK FENRIZ!!!!!!!!



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



[Fenriz slides in and crashes down on Johnny Pain! The audience roars in derision as Fenriz drags up Pain and smashes the forearm to his face! Johnny spits out blood as Lark drags up the chair and raises it t
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Sean: Sorry I am sure it will be great.

Vik: ...God may forgive your soul, but I'll send you to meet him. Don't fuck with me ginger. Y'all enjoy your miserable lives.

[Avatar chucks his headset and leaves.]

Jim: We will! Bye Vik!

Jack: Always a pleasure... wrestling fans of the Shootfire Nation, the final Semi Finals matchup of the M.A.T. is next. But first, the contract signing between The Jester Chad Allen and Ian Christoph. This will be wild. I get to do this so, pray for me.

[Jack gets up and heads off to prepare as Jim shakes his head.]

Jim: Good luck man. Nation, for months now, Ian and Iris Galiver have stalked JCA... Ian promises to do what so many others can't, and that's end the Wicked Clown once and for all. The Carnival of Darkness has to end sooner or later, and Iris Galiver has promised to destroy the scraps of her former lover. This could quite possibly be the most violent match in Wrestlebowl- make that SPW history.

Sean: Let's take you up to the ring with Jack Sharp, and sign on the dotted line with this devil's contract.

[We return to the middle of the ring, where a table and chairs have been set up in the ring, in the typical fashion for an in ring contract signing. At the head of the table stands Jack Sharp, dapperly dressed with an SPW mic in hand.]



[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the contract signing for yes Jim I believe you're right, what could be the most violent match in SPW HISTORY. Two men that simply do NOT like each other, facing off with no rules and no remorse. Introducing the first competitor, being led towards the ring by “The Pretty Pretty Princess” Iris Galiver, he is...



IIIIIIIIIIAAAAANNNN CHRIIIIIIIISSSSTOPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[The arena falls to complete darkness. "Xibir" by Dimmu Borgir begins to play out, casting a giant shadow of foreboding through the atmosphere.Then, black light strobes begin to mingle with a solid red light, one that has struck the entrance. A blood red spotlight. From the newly brought pitch, the face of darkness could be seen. A pale visage of wraith like qualities, haunting, sinister as the mask he wore hid his true visage]


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[The man began to move, past the curtain and down the aisle. Behind him walks the Hardcore Goddess, dressed in a torn and tattered pink baby doll dress, smeared in blood and who knows what else. Iris has a glint of evil in her eye, but her face is surprisingly serious. Her dolly hangs limply in her hand. The fans move back as the menace heads past, like a creeping fog of plague and death. Pure evil in its walk and mannerisms, Ian Christoph heads towards his threshing ground with the eager and ravenous blood lust of ferocious warriors past. His black taped hands significant, Ian reaches the side and rolls clear in, heading to the front of the table, and all four turnbuckles blaze fire straight to the sky, and forcing Jack to almost jump out of his loafers!!!]




[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




[Iris walks up the steps and into the ring, sitting in the corner. Ian looks around at the booing crowds, his face handsome yet cruel. He tosses his head back to let his black hair fall, as the SPWTron plays footage of Ian laying out Jester Chad Allen with the Dim Mok Touch. Staring at the fans with a look of sheer contempt, Ian grins at his handiwork and goes right to the second turnbuckle, spreading out his arms as the final three spray of volumes of flame!! Christoph speaks in an unknown language as he points and circles his arm, various symbols and ley lines evident as tattoos across his forearms and wrists.]



[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



[Ian's head flies back, and he laughs wickedly as the flames blaze higher at his back. His dark black smoke settles through the atmosphere, making fans cough and shield their eyes and nose from the smoke as it floats and drifts through the air. Christoph scales down, heading to his side of the table, awaiting his opponent]


Jack: AND HIS OPPONENT, The Wicked Clown, the Hardcore GOD….



“JJJJJJJJJESSSSTERRRRR” CHAAAAAAD AAAAALLEN!!!!!!!!!!



[MASSIVE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



[The lights of the arena slowly dim to a purple hue, as Twiztid's "HA Ha HA Ha HA Ha (Akuma Remix)" starts up with crunching guitars over Jamie Madrox's laughter. The jumbotron lights up with scenes from a rundown and assuredly abandoned circus. As the music swells, we see the shadow of a man amidst the rubble of the old circus, a man wearing a Jester's hat. The circus rides all light up as if one big switch has been thrown, showing the Wicked Clown himself, laughing amidst it all.]

"Woke up on the bad side of bed again,
I can't escape this phase,
Everywhere I turn there's another wall,
And the medicine cabinet feeling like I'm stuck in a maze,
I can only find my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction,
Look in the basement and you can see what I mean,
People all cut to pieces, soaking in gasoline."

[The SPWtron changes to shows scenes of wrestling carnage, the broken bodies of former victims of the man who is now stepping slowly out of the curtain, The Hardcore God, the Wicked Clown, "Jester" Chad Allen himself. He is decked out in a black “JCA FTW” shirt they are selling at the merchandise tables and black jeans and boots. His face is the black and white painted visage we have come to know. The image is topped off with the black cane with the image of himself he carries in his left hand, a small black duffle bag in his right hand, and the black and purple jesters hat he wears, falling over his right eye, leaving the left eye to scan the crowd. Jester lets out his trademark laugh as he steps down the aisle.]



[MONSTROUS CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



"I've always thought I was different from the start,
Born with a black heart,
Addicted to pitch dark,
I still don't understand why I'm so in love with Killing,
So I just sit and stare up at the ceiling"

[The lights start to come up brighter as the fans begin to cheer louder as the clown painted maniac makes his way slowly down the ramp. His eyes dart around to look at all the people in the arena, some with paint just like his. When he sees some of his clown painted brethren, he lets out another chuckle]

"Hoping I get to take this jacket off,
But not with all this crazy talk,
Maybe I will tend to find my sanity,
Or just embrace the fate the voices have handed me"

[Jester slides himself under the bottom rope and right to the bottom of the table, where he stands with his head back, eyes closed, and holds his cane high in the air, soaking in the moment.]

"I'm laughing like a lunatic,
I'm laughing like a lunatic.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,
I'm laughing like a lunatic,
I'm laughing like a lunatic!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,...
I'm laughing like a lunatic!...
I'm laughing like a lunatic!"

[As the music fades, the Wicked Clown lets out one more laugh, and sets his cane and bag down onto the table, giving a look to Iris for a moment before almost staring a hole through Ian.]



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Gentlemen, you both know why we are here, at Wrestlebowl, you men will face off in a match with No Disqualifications, No Count Out, and No Holds Barred!


[VIOLENCE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: And Jester, if you lose this match, then Iris Galiver, your former love, is going to be let loose to finish off what Ian had started, and END YOUR CAREER!

[CROWD BOOS as the camera gets a shot of Iris Galiver, still sitting in the corner, staring straight ahead, showing little to no emotion.]

Jack: Mr. Christoph, if we could have you sign on the 3rd page at the bottom, you will be accepting the terms of this match.

[Ian turns the clipboard sitting on the table towards him, looking over the front page of the contract for a moment. He grabs the pen on the table, flips to page 3, and signs quickly, setting the pen back onto the table. From there, he grabs the mic that sits on the other side of the table, bringing it up to his mouth.]

IAN: Spooky.. spooky clown. You simple, pathetic little man.

[He stalked around Allen. His black orbs staring the man down. The gaze was of course met. A scimitar smile etched into his visage.]

IAN: You have no idea what you're about to sign. In fact, as a rare act of mercy on my behalf.. I will grant you, the sheep.. a chance to escape this wolf's lair. Leave now, Allen.. acknowledge that in a world of scary clowns, I am the ring master! Your very concept.. makes you a joke to me fool.

[He stops before Allen, inches between them as the arena grows silent. Tension. Anticipation.]

IAN: I am a King among Jesters. A God among men. What you see in me that you so despise is that part of me that is simply a predator. It's the same part of you that realizes it is inferior ... the young cub trying the old lion.

[Laughter peeled from his lips.]

IAN: Sign this contract, and sign your own demise. So, if I where you I would most certainly take my one time offer of mercy, because while I promise no victories.. Allen. I do promise however, your demise. Because Extinction is, after all.. the greatest victory.

Jack: Now Mr. Allen, if you could also sign at the bottom of page 3, you will be accepting the terms of this match.

[Jester smiles for a moment, and goes right for the mic.]


JCA: BEFORE I SIGN…


[Jester chuckles as the crowd cheers…]

JCA: I have a present for you, Ian. You see, there has been a lot of nasty words and bad blood ever since you returned here to Shootfire, and instead of coming out here and continuing that, I wanted to give you something that, well, will simply make your wildest fantasy come true.

[Jester unzips the duffle bag that we have all been wondering about, as Jester begins to pull out a few small items, and a rolled up piece of black fabric (probably a shirt…)]

JCA: You see, it is almost October, so the Halloween stores are out in full force, so I got you some facepaint…

[Holding up a kid’s face paint kit, one that lets you paint up like a circus clown.]

JCA: And a Jester’s hat and my new shirt they are selling at the merch stands…

[Holding up the hat and the JCA FTW shirt for everyone to see…]

JCA: Because you see, Ian, for Halloween, it is acceptable to dress up and pretend that you are me…

[Jester slams the “presents” onto the table with a thud, his eyes flash from happy to serious anger.]

JCA: but as for the remaining 364 days a year, I DO NOT APPRECIATE IT.


[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JCA: So for the past few weeks, I have been doing my best to remove some of the pretenders, some of the people that have seen me on their TV screens in the past and thinking, “I can do that”, because ultimately the answer is…

[Jester looks DIRECTLY into Ian’s eyes]

JCA: NO YOU CAN’T! You may be good, Ian, and even I can admit that, but you never, and I mean NEVER will be the Wicked Clown, the Hardcore God! No matter ideas you have going through your head, I have not only thought about it, but I have done it, and reworked it to make it better! In fact, lets go way back when you were fighting “Heartless” Jakob Volga…


[BIG POP FOR THE HJV MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JCA: You remember that match don’t you? The finals for the Diamond Title, you going in to the match as the Ultraviolent favorite to take the gold, but ol Jakob was smart, and called on someone who could help him think like his opponent, learned what made him tick, and who do you think that guy WAS, Ian?


ME!!



[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JCA: I taught Jakob Volga everything he needed to know for that match, and he came out victorious over you. But if you think for a moment that I taught him everything *I* know, you are sadly mistaken.

[Another voice breaks into JCA’s ranting…]


Please don’t do this, Jester.


[A bit of a gasp, as Iris Galiver now has a mic. She still sits in the corner, but is pulling herself up to her feet, walking around the table to face off with the Jester.]


Iris: Please don’t do this.


[Iris looks down for a moment, is that a…a…tear?]

Iris: For me, please walk away. Because if he beats you, and he CAN beat you, Jester, not only is all this talk going to seem cheap and hollow, but I am going to have to come into this ring and take whatever of you is still living, and snuff it out.

[Even Jester seems stunned, the whole arena has gone quiet.]


Iris: And I will, Jester, I WILL.


[The former “Psycho Sweethearts” stare at each other for a long moment. The crowd is both stunned at Iris’s simple words, but also from her amazingly lucent behavior. Everyone is seemingly waiting for one of them to make a move, to flinch.


And Jester does, sort of…


He moves to the table, grabs the pen, signs the contract, to a HUGE crowd reaction!!!!]


Jack: Ladies and Gentlemen, the match is ON! Ian Christoph versus Jester Chad Allen!!!


[Jester looks to Iris for a moment. He doesn’t have the mic, but some people can read his lips saying “Do what you have to do.” Jester starts to leave, but Christoph cuts him off, a standoff between the Violent Viking and the Wicked Clown. Ian flashes a rare smile as Jester smirks for a moment, and then breaks out into his trademark laughter. Jester steps through the ropes and to the floor, looking back at Iris standing in the middle of the ring. Fade back to commentary.]

Jim: Iris making one last desperate plea to Jester, saying she begs him not to sign this because she doesn't want to have to destroy him.

Sean: No kidding but he says do what you have to do. Uncanny how twisted the relationship really is, between those two. Ian Christoph to face JCA and Iris Galiver to end the man's career that she helped build at Wrestlebowl. No DQ, No CO, and No Holds Barred. These two are going to end each other, and I for one hope JCA is victorious otherwise Iris Galiver will be forced to destroy what's left... even though it breaks her heart to do so.

Jim: Shhh... man, mental help is beyond what these three need. There will be blood, and fire, I can guarantee you that parents will not want their children to watch this match. Insane to even wrestle one of these two, er three at a stage like Wrestlebowl, but add them all against each other? Cuhh-Razy.

Sean: I agree. Welcome back Jack, it is time for the finals of the Semis here for the MAT. Jackson Hunter to face off with Lark Fenriz.

[Jack sits back down, eyes wide open as he thinks out loud, hands planted.]

Jack: Fenriz versus Hunter, but damn I felt I was near death in there. Something horrible is going to happen I can feel it in that, that "match" ...I am glad I won't be anywhere close to that ring come when Jester and Ian finally duke it out.




road to wrestlebowl
LARK FENRIZ vs JACKSON HUNTER
MAT semi finals match




Jack: Lark Fenriz throws the boot! Jackson Hunter around and under, up to grab the leg. Hunter with the head inside and pickup for the back suplex- Lark flailing out and breaks free to run across the ring!

[Fenriz charges the ropes with Hunter behind, twists to strike up the kick but Jackson rolls underneath it. He stands and swings the discus knife edge that smashes into Fenriz's chest.]


[FACE POP WHOO!]


Jack: Slapped the crap out of that man's chest and Hunter with the pickup of the front leg- DRAGON SCREW Legwhip oh to sinister effect.

Jim: He ain't paid to work by the hour.

Sean: No indeed and a sitting kneebar applied to the limb of The Wolf, not to be confused with the Deadman's partner.

Jack: Fenriz winding up and pushing Hunter away! Ok.

Sean: To his feet here comes Jackson Lark blocked! HEADBUTT from the big man!

[Jackson swings back but Lark caught his head and slams the inside kneelift. Hunter stumbles, clutching his waist and Fenriz clotheslines him down with brute strength. Hunter touches his lip as he leans up and Lark lands on his forehead with the diving kneedrop.]

Jack: Fenriz on Hunter- and beating his head in!!



[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: Hunter rolling away! He goes out to the outside here comes Lark and going right into the eyes!


[HUGE HEEL POP!]


Sean: And a warning from the Referee but Lark doesn't care- taking up Jackson and running him into a pole!


[CLANG!]


Jim: That will rearrange your head brains!

Jack: Hunter staggering back and Lark Fenriz with the head over, up and SNAP SUPLEX Into the Floor!

[Hunter rolls up holding his back and Lark rolls inside to break the count. He comes back out and dragging up Jax, locks his head in over the ring apron cover and begins to strangle his infuriated opponent. Lark smiles and laughs as he chokes out Hunter, the Referee beginning a five count!]

Jim: A five count!?

Jack: It's his match!


1!!!


2!!!!


3!!!!


4!!!!!!!


[Lark tosses Jackson down and yells at the Ref, pointing at him and telling him off...]

Jack: Giving Hunter time to recovery.

Sean: Jackson trying, he is a machine believe it, but the longer he stays outside the worst for his case.

Jim: A decorated DCWL Grand Champion, Hunter wants this match but he's gonna have to stay in longer. Not enough money the world fellas, to get me in the ring taking up with this kind of abuse.


[Lark drags Jackson up, and wrenching on his arm takes him around the side and begins to charge as he runs and throws Hunter into the steel steps!]



***CRRRRAAASSSSSHHH!!!!!****



Jax: SONOFABITCH!



[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Eww well that displaced cartilage.

Jack: Yup.

Jim: ...Wuss ass cartilage.

[Fenriz drags up Jackson by his mustache- and hammers his face into the ring apron! Tossing Hunter in, Lark situates his waistband and turns to the jeering fans. Fenriz talks some shit as he raises his finger, pointing at the people booing his existence.]

Jim: Tell em Lark! They ain't got nothing on you!

Sean: Fenriz would be better suited to get in the ring,

Jack: In absolutely Sean, there is no reason to take out your frustrations on the Shootfire Nation.

Sean: Iiii still wouldn't feed the bears, a nutcase like Lark Fenriz,



***CLANG!!!!***



Jack: FENRiZ JUST KICKED THE RAILING AND SCARED THE FANS BACK!!



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Fenriz returing to the ring here comes JACKSON WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: NAILED HIM!


Sean: Fenriz stumbling and here comes Jackson, second wind, has the arm and irish whips Lark FENRIZ right into the ring apron! Back First!

Jim: OHHH!! My coccycx!

Jack: C-4 vertabrae, and Jackson bundling Lark inside. This match for so much, a MAT Semi-Finals, the winner to go on meet Shadoe Rage or Chris King depending on injury, most likely Shadoe, at Wrestlebowl, for the Fusion Title.

[Jackson Hunter spits, and climbing inside gets up, falls back into the ropes, comes walking off and jumps to hit a rolling kneedrop right into the head of Lark Fenriz.]

Sean: Fenriz hurting and Jackson to the top rope?


[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: LARK getting up as Jackson struggling to get to the top! Here comes Fenriz for the push-

Jim: JACKSON struck him first! Whatta shot!

Sean: Fenriz off course, Jackson twisting the arm over, has the fingers locked and-

[Jackson holds out his arm and waves, as the walks the length of the tightrope holding the wrist bent backwards, forcing Fenriz to walk with him!]


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: WHAT Is THis!?

Jim: JACKSON Shouting at the fans- live it up buddy!


Jack: AND JUMPS FROM THE ROPES!! BULLDOG!!!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Hunter backing off to the corner! Lark getting up-



Jim: HUNTER WITH THe RUNNING SPEEAAAR!!!!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: JACKSON WITH THE COVER!




1!!!!!!!!!!!!!








2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









3- NO! LARK KICKED OUT!!


[Fenriz rolls up and tries to rise as Jackson throws him down and pummels him with a few rights of his own! The Referee looks for the pin but Hunter throws Fenriz down, and rises up to throw his fists in the air!!]



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Jackson stalking around Lark! Running his mouth and telling Fenriz off! In to grab the man by the shoulders and KNEE TO THE FACE!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: Huge FACE pop. Heheeh

Jack: Stop breaking the fourth wall.

Sean: Oh like they don't know.

Jim: Jackson for the pickup, arm over head inside, no Lark blocks the suplex! Fenriz Trying to hold up, Jackson with the block himself! Fenriz turning him around and suplex attempt for the ropes- but no Jackson sprawling turns and STUNNER ON FENRIZ!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: FENRiZ is down! But he has the bottom ropes!

Jim: Jackson smacking the mat and gets up, has the top and knee to the face! Again! Again! And again!


1!!!!!

2!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!

4!!!!!!!!!!!! !


Jack: Jackson finally relenting! Kneels down to grab the throat, and pushing Lark's head out underneath! Has the top and SLINGSHOTS OVER LEGDROP TO THE GUILLOTINE!!



[CROWd ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Jackson Hunter the man can do it all! NOW heading to the top rope!!

Jim: Climbing up and DIVES RIGHT OFF! SPLLLAAASSSH DOWN ON FENRiZ!!


Jack: Efficient.


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











3-NOO! LARK KICKS OUT!!


Jack: I gotta think that the majority of SPW fans would want to see Jackson Hunter, not Lark Fenriz go to the MAT.

Jim: Still, Lark Fenriz in a bad way-



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: FENRIZ'S FLUNKIE HEATHER!!


[Heather Owens climbs the ring apron in a sparlking short red dress, shouting as the Referee rushes over to get her down. Heather is yelling as Jackson turns his attention. He heads right over and she tells him to pop her in the face if he thinks he can. Jackson smiles, and turns to instead grab her head, and plant a monstrous kiss!!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: WHAT THE HELL!


Jim: HAAA!!! HEATHER DON'T LIKE IT!!


Jack: Hunter turning and LARK HITS A SLAPJACK!!



[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Where the hell did he get that?

Jim: Boot perhaps? Lark tossing the weapon, and Heather drops down. Oh, nevermind.



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: LARK HAS WON! HE IS GOING TO THE MAT!!!


Jim: What a travesty of justice! Aw man he got ripped off!

Sean: He- Johnny Pain?


Emily: AND YOUR WINNER IS...


Jack: Wait a second, Johnny Pain to the Referee, pointing to Heather!

[The official goes over and demands to know what the slapjack in her hands is for! She looks shocked as he turns to the video camera man on the apron and barks at him to do something. The video guy speaks to the truck as the Ref checks his earpiece, and the SPWTron rolls footage of Lark Fenriz slapping Jackson with the slapjack!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: INSTANT REPLAY!?


Sean: PAIN ToLD HIM EVERYTHING!


Jack: THE REF IS PISSED AND THROWS HIS ARM!



*DINGDINGDING!!!*



Emily: ...ok... AND YOUR WINNER! BY REVERSE DECISION AND ADVANCING TO THE FINALS OF THE M A T!!



JAAAAAAAAAAAACK SOONNNN HUUUUUUNNNTER!!!!!



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: LARK IS FURIOUS!! JOHNNY PAIN IS LAUGHING!!!


[Pain points his finger and flips Lark off before turning to head back for the stage. Fenriz grabs the top rope and swears! Heather is fuming and shaking her head as Lark screams and stomps around the ring! In the aisle, Jackson holds his head as the Ref helps him to the back, Hunter making sure to show the fans he knows he won! Pain is clapping as Jackson turns back and raises his arms, yelling for a title belt!]



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: And Jackson Hunter will head to the MAT Finals to meet Chris King or Shadoe Rage! What a fight this will be! Oh you don't want to miss it!

Jim: And now it's time for the Funeral of Eddie Christian!

Sean: Oh this ought to be rich. Vile Vince Viper unchained I'm sure, well give the devil his due he finally gets to dance on Christian's grave. Literally.

Jim: This will be amazing.
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<<=========================================================RtWB===>>



[The scene fades away from the arena, and opens up in a dark field in the middle of nowhere. There's no source of light other than the moonlight. The camera man stands in front of a hole, there's nothing inside it. There's a covered monument of sorts in front of the hole, and next to the monument is three bags, labelled "BULL SHIT"]





[Crunch]





[Crunch]





[Crunch]





[The footsteps heard belong to none other than Vile “Vince” Viper. The cheap heat machine carries a bag over his shoulder; that he sets down with a grunt when he reaches the gravesite. Straightening his tie, God looks around at the bleak surroundings...]

Vile “Vince” Viper: Not a lot of mournersss... <looking down at the grave> they say you can judge a man’s life by the quality of his friendsss. <chuckle> Maybe you should go on career accomplissshmentsss... <double take> maybe not.

[Vile looks up again, no one is coming. Why would they? Eddie Christian was an asshole.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: We might as well get this party started.

[God clears his throat.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: Friendsss... Loved Onesss... Admirersss... Fansss? No? We are gathered here today to put to rest the late, Eddie Chrissstian. A coward, who took his own life, rather than man up to facing me in the ring. ...But I let’s not remember the sssad, pathetic, dumb, thuggisssh, grossssss, lacklussstre, colossssssal failure of a missserably idiotic coward that Eddie Chrissstian was. I don’t want our last memories of Eddie to be of a ssscared ssstraight prissson sssketch... and these will be the last memories we have of him... no, forget Eddie Chrissstian the hopelessssss lossser... remember him fondly as a sssecond banana! For here lays rest to Ssshootfire Pro Wrestling's most notorious side kick. A huge thorn in my backside... not of Sssammy Knight’s calibre, but as thorns go, he meant well.

What can be said about a man like Eddie? He swam better than he wrestled.

Tonight, since we can't bury Eddie Chrissstian because he is fish food... We shall bury his legacy... <eyes narrow> ...or lack thereof.

[Viper opens the bag and pulls out the burnt, rusty IW World Heavyweight championship belt, and tosses it into the grave. That’s right; when we were searching for Eddie’s body we found the IW titles... perhaps we were just trying harder?]

Vile “Vince” Viper: We will bury that because that is the closest thing that Eddie Chrissstian has ever gotten to becoming SSSPW World Champion. Oh, it doesn’t hold a candle to the SSSPW world title... but then... Eddie barely held a candle to Marissssssa. Besides, that busssh league belt meant so very much to him, because in SSSPW he just couldn't hack it... poor loser. He gets an F for effort!

[God goes back into the bag, pulling out the IW Restricted championship, also having seen better days. The scarlet serpent makes sure to spit on the strap, before tossing it in the grave as well.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: Ressstricted champion, huh??? Fitting name for the wrestler who did nothing but ride coattails his entire SSSPW tenure... Eddie wasssn't a great wressstler... he’s like that kid with down syndrome you let play with the towels.... not even a good wressstler, just a great sssidekick. The greatest Robin to not put on a hideous costume and mask! ...And much like the boy wonder, Bruce Wayne definitely stuck it to him nightly. ...But what am I saying? Where’s Marissssssa Monet? Andrew Davisss? Nathan Galloway? Sssammy Knight? ...If he was so great a sidekick, why couldn’t his betters be bothered to show up?


...Did anyone like you, Ed?


I’m starting to think I’m your biggest fan.


[Vile “Vince” Viper kicks over the bag, letting the rest of the contents spill into the open grave, the last of the trash just happens to be a few remains of the burnt Blue Horizon Club.]

Vile “Vince” Viper: To a career marred by could haves, should haves, and would haves... Eddie Christian is dead, gone forever like the Immortal Wressstling, the Blue Horizon Club. About as fondly remembered as them, too! Ed, I hope you managed to find the sssubtle dignity in death, that you never obtain in life. Now that you're gone, the world will be a better place... old people can walk the streets without fear of getting mugged, Assscensssionsss five viewersss can happily tune into Conquessst instead, knowing our lamest star is long gone... and NO ONE will miss you.

You'll be forgotten after tonight... Now let's bury you. Even without a corpssse, you’re starting to sssssssstink.


But first a little gift from me to you...


[Reaching into his coat pocket, Vile pulls out a bottle of malt liquor to pour on his deceased peep’s grave... but after twisting off the top...]


Vile “Vince” Viper: Here’s to you...


[Rather than waste a drop, Vile starts to chug the liquor down. The camera then pans down slightly, in mid gulp, Vile undoes his pants, struggling a bit with the zipper...]





[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]





[Vile “Vince” Viper's pissing in the grave... how gross.]











*TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*






[What the fuck was that??]







[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]







[Viper falls forward into the grave... ewww... he landed in his own piss!]





[A white baseball bat falls to the ground, the bat rolls over revealing the "GoX" lettering.]







[IN THE ARENA: HUGE MEGA-MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]





[It's Eddie Christian!!!! His eyes are filled with rage, as he looks down on Viper, who's knocked out in the grave. Eddie is panting heavily.]



[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Christian: You move quite fast Vince. You think you had one up on me.. that you have gotten rid of Eddie Christian for good. Guess you're little masked man forgot to tell you that I took swimming lessons huh? I knew it would come to this, but a funeral... that's quite extravagant, but really Viper, who's funeral is it? Mine or yours?

[Christian walks around to the covered tombstone and picks up the bag of "bullshit" that's beside it. He pulls a pocket knife out and cuts into the bag, ripping it open.]

Christian: You're too caught up living in my past that you've completely overlooked and misjudged the Eddie Christian of the present. I'm not the same man I was 6 years ago. And honestly it's quite fitting that you're laying there next to my IW accomplishments, because like them.. you too are a thing of the past. Your funeral has been something that you've been avoiding for quite sometime. And while you've managed to escape death, you will not escape tonight's burial.

[Christian begins pouring the bullshit in the grave.]

Christian: I told the world that I would get rid of you. You're a cancer, Vile, a cancer to the sport, and a cancer to Shootfire. You're nothing without your goons. You're nothing without your power. Just an old, disgraced retard that needs to be exterminated. You're in deep shit now, Viper... how are you ever going to get yourself out?

[Christian finishes pouring the bullshit in the grave and throws the bag in it.]

Christian: You brought this all on yourself, VVV. You dug yourself into a hole, and now you're laying in it. Your grave site will be a lonely one, you old bastard.

[Christian walks around to the covered gravestone and unveils it. The cameraman zooms in as it reads


"Here lies Vile "Vince" Viper

3000 B.C. - 2011 A.D.

"Buried in his own bullshit"



Christian: I'd like to thank you all for attending the Funeral of Vile Vince Viper.


[Eddie walks off camera, as the scene cuts back to the arena.]





<<=========================================================RtWB===>>




*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*



Jack: ANDREW DAVIS in the ring attacking Chance Fortuna!



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!]



[Open from the break to see AD4 attacking Chance Fortuna as Monet, Patterson and Orchid watch on one side of the ring, Frostbite, JOC and Erica Olsen trying to get in on the other side as a bevy of officials rush to try and stop the unwelcome guest! Cedar Rapids is going nuts!]

Sean: DAVIS beating down Chance, into the corner, kick in the stomach and HEADSHOT!!

[The fans roar as the Referees pour in the ring and try to hold back AD4. The fans are mixed as Davis shouts epithets as the officials help Chance up. Andrew yells at Chance and runs to clock him in the face as the referees shout.]

Jack: AD4 with a cheapshot! And wasn't he on suspension!?

Jim: Unusually long for only a suspension no AD4 threatened to walk from his movie if they didn't let him back in.

Sean: Davis already had it out with Pietka and Chance earlier, and now he wants to do more damage wait Monet is saying to let AD4 stay? Why!

Jack: Davis saying he's in the match and replacing Dirt Dog? Did Monet sell his spot?

Jim: Did Andrew work a deal with Marissa just to get his hands on Fortuna?

[The Referees are arguing as AD4 heads to his corner. Rich Patterson gets in the ring as Orchid looks on, eyes to Davis as Patterson points across the ring at James O'Connor.]



[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




road to wrestlebowl
MARISSA MONET, ANDREW DAVIS, ORCHID & RICH PATTERSON
vs
FROSTBITE, JAMES O'CONNOR, ERICA OLSEN & CHANCE FORTUNA
survivor elimination match




[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: We are live in Cedar Rapids as 14,000 fans cheer for their heroes James O'Connor getting in. Rich Patterson of Ascension, he and O'Connor have had their wars dating back to history now; Conquest's favorite son ready to take the battle to his rival once again.

Jim: There was never really the question answered as to the who was the better. JOC and Rich Patterson have got to find this out once and for all at Wrestlebowl.

[O'Connor runs across the ring to grab for the head but Patterson charges at his guts. James grabs the shoulder and twists around to send Rich on his boot, JOC smacks the headbutt and kicks the side kneelift to the gut.]

Jack: Knee, Knee, right to the forehead! Forearm smash to the temple and knee in the back of the head, falling NECKBREAKER!!


[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!]


Jim: Into a rolling up and triangle armbar- PATTERSON has the tights! Into a pin on James!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Sean: JAMES let go he's up PATTERSON to the eyes!!


[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: CLOTHESLINE TO THE FACE!! Rich took him down!

[Patterson gets up off the mat, and James tries to rise. Rich sneers down and shouting, drives the forearm down across the back! JOC goes to a knee, and Patterson mangles his face, and slams a headbutt to the cheek.]

Sean: Devastating brunt to be delivered there- Rich with the back elbow right down into the head. Patterson over to tag to Monet, Marissa in and has James, back suplex pickup right into a Rich Patterson neckbreaker!


[MAJOR HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: James O'Connor trying to get up, Marissa kicks out the back of the legs PATTERSON with a diving elbow! Oh come on get out of the ring!

[Monet raises up a hand, and beckons as Rich throws James up against the corner. He slams fists to the guts as Marissa backs the Ref off- and backing up gets a running start as Erica Olsen charges through the ring and slams a shoulder into the side of her knee!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: ERICA CLIPPED THE QUEEN!


Jack: OLSEN into the air, pulls around she gets the FIGURE FOUR!!!!


[Andrew Davis gets in the ring as Frostbite does too, causing the fans to yell! Davis walks right across the ring to get nose to nose with the Cold Hearted Bastard! Chance Fortuna climbs back inside to go rushing at Davis!]



[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: ORCHID THROUGH THE AIR!! FROGSPLAAASH INTO OLSEN!!!!



[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: DAVIS BRAWLING WITH CHANCE!!!


Jim: REFEREE TRYING TO GET THEM OUT!


[Rich Patterson goes to drag James O'Connor up, as Marissa grabs onto Frostbite. She swings him around as Frostbite reverses to send Marissa around and she kicks him across the head! Monet sends Frostbite right at JOC who shoves Patterson right into him! Rich staggers back as James rips him around and goes for the C-4 but Rich yanks himself out over the side!]



[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: PATTERSON wise to hit the floor! He JAMES OVER THE TOP RIGHT ON HIM!!



[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: JOC through the air and crashed right into Rich! Marissa clobbering Erica Olsen from behind to help out Orchid! The Queen getting out of the ring as Orchid stepping out, but the Refs are counting out Patterson and JOC!

[Rich shoves James up against the railing, and swings but his punch is blocked as JOC strikes him back with a monster shot. A second haymaker puts Patterson back by the apron, and James charges right at him but Rich ducks the swing and twists to fire the lariat!]

Sean: PATTERSON striking James down! And rolling into the ring to break the count!

Jim: Sliding out JOC WITH THE FIREMAN'S CARRY! AND SNAKE EYES ON THE APRON!



[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Rich Patterson hurting and climbing in, James O'Connor in pursuit! Finally the Referee has restored some order, and Orchid wanting in. Andrew I can't believe he's teamed up with Marissa-

Jim: Davis does what he needs to do to get his point across. As he stated to EVD and Chance Fortuna earlier tonight-

Sean: Orchid wants in and the poison nightshade knowing that will bring Erica Olsen back in. James frowning as Patterson makes the tag and JOC forced to tag out to Erica. Mixed tag rules apply in the case of the SPW Vixens.

Jack: Olsen tagging in and no fear heading right for Orchid who is our Women's World Champion, Orchid right out of the ring and wants no part of the three personalities of Erica Duke, Nobody and Olsen.

[Erica rolls from the ring and heads around to go at Orchid. Orchid yells as Marissa taunts Erica, threatening to hurt her for attacking her leg- and Orchid rolls back in. Erica follows as Orchid kicks her! She screams down and pulling Erica's head up, rakes it down her bootlaces as she stomps!]


[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Orchid pointing to Andrew, what's going on there?

Jim: AD4 gets all the chicks.

Sean: That's why I don't bring my wife here.

Jim: No that's cause incest is illegal in Iowa.

Jack: Davis approving as Orchid pulls Erica up, SUPLEX INTO THE AIR AND Drops the legs across the top- Orchid with the head- and RUNS UP THE BUCKLES TO FLIP OFF SLICED BREAD NUMBER 3!!!!!!!!



[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Did Orchid just Invent a move here tonight at The Road to Wrestlebowl!?

Jim: Orchid with the cover and a most tremendous win-



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Jack: ERICA GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: And everyone on their teams freaked the fuck out for a second there!

Jack: Yes they did. Orchid cursing, drags up Erica, somersault piledriver?! NO! ERICA KICKING! Flips- FLIPS OVER AND ROLLING INSIDE CRADLE SHE HAS HER!



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*DING DING DING!!!!*



[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: ORCHID ATTACKING ERICA!! OH COME ON!


Jim: ORCHID ROLLING ERICA OVER! HAS HER HEAD--



SOmEr SAulT PILeDRIveRRR!!!!!



THE TOKYO DOOOOMM!!!!



[MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Orchid shouts enraged as she drags up Erica by her hair- and Frostbite steps in! He says enough is


*SLLLAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!*



"WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



Jim: Why do they always Do that!?


Sean: ORCHID SLAPPED FROSTBITE!


Jack: FROSTBITE WITH THE KRYONIC KICK!!!



***CRRRAAAAAAAACK!!!!***



Sean: ANDREW DAVIS IN THE RING AND FLYING HEADSHOT INTO FROSTBITE!!!



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: DAVIS UP! CELEBRATING! JOC WITH THE C-4!!!!


[Davis bounces on his head before flipping over as James yells rising and Rich Patterson hauls him over his shoulder to drop him with the Near Life Experience!]


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: RICH PATTERSON WAITING! JOC GETTING UP! PATTERSON CHARGING THE ROPES FOR THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL-


Jim: CHANCE FORTUNA GRABBING HIS ARM AND TAKING HIM DOWN INTO THE LUCK'S RUN OUT KEYLOCK!! THOSE TWO USED TO BE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!



[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: They did? WAIT! MARISSA DRAGGING ERICA UP! SHARK BITE!!!



[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: MARISSA WITH THE PIN ON OLSEN!!!



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*DINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*


[The fans are booing as Marissa Monet yells out in triumph! Her arms in the air, she celebrates as the wrestlers retreat from the ring. Chance steps into the ring himself, as Patterson heads cursing around the side, clutching his shoulder. Fortuna walks right up to Marissa and welcomes his former stablemate, as Monet scoffs and decks him as hard as she can across his mouth!]


[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: CHANCE STRIKES HER BACK!


Jim: MONET INTO CHANCE!!


Sean: BOTH JUST BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF EACH OTHER!!!


[Monet slams knee after knee into Chance, who clutches her throat and forces her back into the ropes. He smashes the big chop across the chest and hits a snapmare to leap and shoot a dropkick into the back of her neck! Monet is sat up as Chance begins rushing across the ring, to come back with a Lucky Strike kick right into her head!]



***CRRAAAAAAACK!!!!***



Jim: LUCKY STRIKE AND CHANCE WITH THE PIN!!



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Jack: MONET in a daze and Chance with the full nelson pickup and MONET REVERSES CLAWHOLD STO THE HAND OF GOD! BOTH ATHLETES DOWN!


[Fade to the overhead view of Chance and Monet laid out, Andrew Davis impatiently pacing as Frostbite and JOC yell for Chance to get up. Rich Patterson is nowhere to be seen until the cameras pick him up digging for something under the ring.]

Jack: Patterson what's he doing?

Sean: Marissa Monet and Chance Fortuna have both got to answer a ten count. Thus so far, both Erica Olsen and Orchid Rousseaux have been eliminated. Three Superstars per team are left.

Jim: Hooray math. Man Davis wants in.

Jack: Andrew demanding the tag I bet he paid big bucks to get the spot of Dirt Dog Unique Allah. AD4 has been demanding a lot of things lately, I can't believe he played politics to get off his suspension.

Jim: AD4 isn't like the rest of us Jack, he's better.

Sean: Either way the Actor pulled a Diva and now he's competing in the main event. Sure to get his hands on Chance, but it just so Happened to be the main event. When he should be sitting at home, watching this like everybody else for failing the drug test.

Jack: He blames Chance for that too.

[Monet crawls over, and makes the tag for Patterson but Davis tags himself in first. The fans pop again, as AD4 slowly walks over, and spreading his arms, swings them away then twists into a tornado to slam the pendulum elbow into Chance!]


[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!]


Jack: AD4 running the ropes, coming back into a dive roll up and SOMERSAULT LEGDROP down across the neck of Chance Fortuna!

Jim: AD4 now taking up Chance and talking trash, taunting him- takes him and RUNS HIM THROUGH THE PADS INTO THE POLE!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: WHAT? Come on man! Davis dragging Chance to sit him up top! Climbing up, he has the Cross Face Chickenwing on Chance Fortuna! And taking him to the very top!


[Cut to the back to see the CEO of SPW, Kieran Rae watching in a navy blue blazer, open blue dress shirt, her long brown hair expertly styled. She is watching AD4 closely, as The Red Dragon stands behind her. Davis makes his way to stand on the top rope, and yank Chance right off with the


Jack: MILLENIUM SUPERPLEX!!!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: CHANCE KICKING OUT!! DAVIS SHIFTS HITTING A SUPERPLEX INSTEAD!!!



***WWWHHHHAAAAAAMMMM!!!!!***



Jack: BUT THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF BOTH MEN!! MY GOD WHAT A PAINFUL LANDING!



[The fans in Cedar Rapids are cheering as the Superstars are hating life. AD4 crawls over, rolling for his corner as Chance Fortuna tries to lunge. Rich Patterson tags in just as Chance rises and dives out to JOC!!!]



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: JOC!! IN THE RING AND STRIKING INTO RICH PATTERSON! AGAIN! AGAIN! AND A MASSIVE BIONIC ELBOW FROM JAMES O'CONNOR!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: PATTERSON hurting and JAMES with the whip to the ropes! Patterson reversing! Rich swings the clothesline and JOC hooks the arms to float over kick around and JAM THE DDT!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR UP AND YELLING TO THE FANS! RICH IS RISING JOC RUNNING THE ROPES TO COME OFF THE SIDE AND FLYING BUSAIKU KNEE


Sean: PATTERSON DOVE OUT OF THE WAY!! JAMES ON HIS FEET!



Jim: PATTERSON TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: James BOUNCED on his FACE!!


[JOC gets up and Rich Patterson goes right to the eyes and rakes them down! James yells out, causing the fans to boo and swings the blind punch. Patterson blocks it to catch the arm and take the man over into a spinning neckbreaker! Rich floats over and makes the pin with a forearm in the face-



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3-NO! JOC KICKED OUT!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Patterson infuriated and he drags up James O'Connor by his hair, gutwrench, the pickup and OLD SCHOOL PILE DRIVER RIGHT DOWN ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! Patterson nailed it!

Jim: Damn and jumped for extra elevation! James O'Connor has to be dead.

Sean: The cover, hooks the leg this time and


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3-NOO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM JOC!!!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Andrew Davis yells stuff as Marissa Monet glowers from their corner. Chance Fortuna is beckoning to JOC as Frostbite starts to get the fans going.]

Jack: Rich Patterson putting the boots to James O'Connor, and credit the man's fighting spirit that gives him that never say die attitude. Patterson now, dragging JOC up and again with the pickup, hoisting him into the air what's this, for a powerbomb?

Sean: No I think he's going to run him at the corner! PATTERSON CHARGING THE BUCKLES


Jim: JAMES WITH THE SUNSET FLIP!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: TAKING RICH OVER AND ROLLS UP INTO AN ANKLE LOCK!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



"J O C" "J O C" "J O C" "J O C" "J O C" "J O C"



Sean: RICH PATTERSON SCRAMBLING TO THE FLOOR! HE'S ESCAPING THE RING!


[Patterson slides right the hell out and goes around the ring as James slides out right behind him and spinning Rich around, clocks him across the face! The fans all roar as Rich gets beaten back around the side until he gets a shot in himself! JOC staggers back and throws the haymaker that sends Patterson stumbling!]

Jack: JOC and Patterson brawling! And Rich with an inside kneelift! Grabbing JOC AND CHUCKS HIM INTO THE AUDIENCE!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: PATTERSON TALKING SHIT AT JOC'S FANS!!!


Jack: Oh come on man! Focus on the-


Sean: RICH JUMPING OVER JOC HIPTOSSES HIM INTO THE SECOND ROW!!!



Jack: You cannot DO that around JOC! And they're both brawling in the crowd!!



Sean: CHAIRS GOING EVERYWHERE!! RUN PEOPLE RUN!!



*DING DING DING DING DING DING*



[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Emily: BOTH JAMES O'CONNOR AND RICH PATTERSON HAVE BEEN COUNTED OUT!!



Jim: And they're STILL going at it!


[Referees come over the side as Patterson has JOC by the throat, until JOC gets into his eyes and rakes them as hard as he can! Rich is all curses as Officials climb in and try their best to separate, JOC being pulled back but he comes rushing and jumps on Rich to slam him with forearms!]



[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: Andrew Davis in the ring and here comes Chance Fortuna!


Jim: These two men will face off at Wrestlebowl also against Dave Pietka!


[Chance runs and throws the spinning heel kick just as AD4 rushes underneath it to charge and hit the ropes! He comes off the side as Fortuna rolls to get up and Davis sails with the flying clothesline! Chance leaps into the air and catches an amazing mid air monkey flip to send AD4 flying upside down into the ropes!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: How did he DO that!?

Jim: Because he's Chance Freaking Fortuna baby!

Sean: Andrew Davis to his feet falling back over into the corner HERE COMES CHANCE LUCKY STRIKE--


Jim: DAVIS MOVED! CHANCE HITS THE CORNER!!


Jack: Andrew slamming the man's head into his own knee! If Chance wasn't that flexible he is now!

Sean: Davis climbing up and dragging Chance's head in, reaching to tag out to Marissa who comes in, helping AD4 pickup Chance Fortuna into a Super MUSCLE BUSTER? A sharkbite! AD4 standing on the second rope and this could be the end-


Jim: NO! CHANCE KICKING AND FIGHTING!!


Jack: CHANCE FIGHTING FREE! GETS THE LEG UP AND SUPER HURRICARANA TO AD4!!! THEY BOTH GO FLYING!!!



***WWHHHAAAAMMMMM!!!!!!****



[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: CHANCE CRAWLING UP! MARISSA HAS HIM BY THE FACE!


Jim: CLAWHOLD NO! CHANCE REVERSES TO TAKE HER DOWN INTO THE KIMURA!! THE LUCK'S RUN OUT ON MARISSA MONET!!!



[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: FORTUNA ACTUALLY MIGHT MAKE THE CHAMP SUBMIT!!


[Marissa is yelling as Andrew Davis tries to get up, Chance Fortuna holding her down as he wraps in the keylock armbar. Cedar Rapids gets to its feet as Chance strains to make her tap out, Marissa reaching for anything as the Referee asks for her to tap! Monet is struggling and Chance wrenches back as AD4 dives up and slams the double axe into his neck!]



[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: FROSTBITE getting in and the Referee rushing to get the Cold Hearted Bastard out- Andrew Davis dragging up Chance with the rear waistlock into a GERMAN SUPLEX!! Taking Chance over, shifts to an under arm lock and TIGER SUPLEX!!

Jim: Monet limping up, slaps her own arm to make the sound of a tag whilst Frostbite actually costing his own partner at this point! Ref heard the sound, so Monet made her "tag" she's so smart! A thinking woman's wrestler that's why she's the champ!

Sean: Davis dragging up Chance one more time and full nelson- DRAGON SUPLEX WITH ThE BRIDGE!!



[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: Referee turns and sees the pin made! Sliding over and seeing Chance folded over AD4 makes the pin! He will eliminate Fortuna for spiking him with drugs and causing that suspension!


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CHANCE KICKS OUT!!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Andrew says "what?" and gets up telling the Referee to stop fucking around! AD4 turns to pull up Chance and takes a fist to the breadbasket for his troubles! Chance beats his way back to a vertical base, but AD4 cuts him off with a left jab and slams the inside knee. AD4 swings around to send Chance at the ropes and goes for the pickup but Fortuna gets out the legs and hooks a flying headscissors to send AD4 through the air!!]


[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: CHANCE FORTUNA OUTTA NOWHERE! AND HE HAS GOT TO GET UP AND MAKE THE TAG!!


Jim: Fortuna crawling to his feet, Frostbite reaching! Frostbite ready to come in and House of Fire if he can, but he has got to make it to his partner!

Sean: Ironically both the former partner Of Rich Patterson maybe these two should have teamed together instead.

Jack: Frostbite reaching, calling for Chance as AD4 lunging up and clobbering Fortuna from behind! Has him by the hair! Ripping the man around and HEAD SHOT!!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: ANDREW WITH THE COVER AND HOOKING THE TIGHTS!?!

Jim: HE HATES HIM SO MUCH!!



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*DING DING DING DING DING!!!!*



Jim: BWA HA HA! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW!?!


Sean: CHANCE HAS ANDREW'S FOOT!


Jack: HERE COMES FROSTBITE!!



Emily: CHANCE FORTUNA HAS BEEN ELIMIN-




***CRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACK!!!!***



Jack: FROSTBITE IN THE RING NAILING THE CELEBRATING DAVIS WITH THE KRYONIC KICK!!



[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: FROSTBITE STARING AT MONET! LATERAL PRESS!!



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*DING DING DING DING DING!!!*



Emily: ANDREW DAVIS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!


Sean: AD4 got knocked the Fuck out! BWAH HAHAHAHAHAA!!


Jim: SHUT UP SEAN!


Jack: Frostbite taking advantage Chance with the distraction! And now Marissa Monet has got to get in the ring with the man she will face at Wrestlebowl, the man she will have to defend her title- THE title against! The fans want to see it, and Marissa still on the apron.

[Monet just stares evil at Frostbite as they roll Davis out of the ring to trainers. Frostbite slaps his shoulders and plants his blue boots, pointing at Monet and then at the Wrestlebowl banners hanging in the distance, all around the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena. The fans are cheering to fever pitch as Frostbite motions for the belt, and slaps his heart to remind Monet he's fighting for his ailing wife. Marissa snorts and shaking her head, gets into the ring and walking right up to Frostbite, tells him when he fails she's going to die that much faster.]


Jack: FROSTBITE STRIKING MONET ACROSS THE MOUTH!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: BLOOD!! Monet staggering! But she does not fall! What a genetic PHENOM!!


Jack: MONET- MONET SMILING!? White teeth caked in blood her lip busted open but Marissa Monet laughing in his face! What sick kind of evil is this? The World Heavyweight Champion telling Frostbite he can beat her all he wants but his wife is still gonna die and there's nothing he can do about it! Keep her out of your head John! You can't let-

Sean: MONET striking with the kick to the side! And a kick to the ribs!! A kick to the head now! Frostbite caught off balance, Monet with the head and slams the high kneesmash! Now a HEADBUTT from Marissa to the back of the neck! And trying for the leg to set up that dangerous heel hook, no Frostbite fights her off.

Jack: Frostbite battling back with a forearm shot, and a fist! And brawling her back to the ropes, has Monet in the side-


Jim: MARISSA SPITS BLOOD IN HIS FACE!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: PICKUP AND HOT SHOT ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!


[Frostbite staggers and stumbles to stay up as Monet twists his head backwards over the side and hammers the exposed neck with a bionic elbow smash! Frostbite snaps back as Monet wraps his waist, and planting her feet screams as she launches Frosty right over her head with a superb German Suplex to the floor!!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! DEATH FROM BELOW!!!!


Jim: Holy Shit I think Frostbite is Dead!

Sean: Marissa Monet the personification of evil! Sliding outside to finish the job oh but the damage has been done- I don't see how anyone can survive that! Frostbite just landed on his upper back and neck area, and ringside mat or not that could end your career!

Jack: Frostbite in a bad way no doubt about it, and fans we implore you to order Wrestlebowl and see these two go at it for the World Championship- that is if there's anything left of Frostbite to make it to the pay per view....

Jim: Monet with a- what's that? A camera cord from ringside? And wrapping it up heading around SHE PUTS IT OVER FROSTBITE'S NECK AND STRANGLING HIM WITH IT!!



[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: OH COME ON REF!!


Jim: The Referee sliding out and Monet full aware of what she's doing and relinquishing before disqualification but Frostbite worse for wear and these fans know it!

Jack: Frostbite covered in blood can barely see, Monet choked him with the cord after a devastating suplex to the floor.

Sean: She will stop at nothing to get in his head and she does this at Wrestlebowl she keeps the title guys. Wrapping the rear naked choke around Frostbite and again, telling him how his wife's heart will break when he fails to beat her he may as well be killing her himself! That is insane!

Jim: I got to question this man, if Monet can get in his head as she's proven she can, using the man's inspiration against him, is there any real way he can hope to leave Wrestlebowl with the World Title around his waist?

Jack: What a psychotic bitch. That's our Champ folks. Wow.

[Marissa strangles Frostbite as he's turning blue in the face. The fans are on their feet, very concerned as they are looking to get help in any way they can, but Frostbite is fading fast. Marissa is all smiles through her bloody white teeth, her biceps straining as she drags up the man and hauls him across ringside to rip him backwards at the stairs!]



***CRRRAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!***



Jack: OH! And the back of Frostbite's SKULL hitting the side of the steel steps!

Sean: At this point the Referee may want to think about stopping this match. Marissa in his face, taunting him that Rebecca has weeks, days to live and this is the last thing she will remember her husband by! Come ON Marissa, why are you Doing this?

Jim: Because she can damn it! That's why! Frostbite made his wife a trending topic so it's fair game! He couldn't shut up about it! And Marissa Monet is of course going to take advantage of everything she can, and twist it to her advantage that's why SHE'S The Champ!

Sean: The longest reigning Champion in SPW History.

[Monet laughs and rising up, shakes her head in disgust and kicks Frostbite's head right into the steel.]



***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSHH!!!***



Jack: Good God. Kicked him as hard as she could. Frostbite... Frostbite he may be out.

Jim: Frostbite is half Dead. Monet scoffing, asking the camera if this is the best he can do. Pretty much 'Ris, pretty much.

Sean: Heart will get you far in this game, but for a Cold Hearted Bastard maybe it isn't enough. Frostbite looks like shit.

Jim: Beaten half to shit. If I was him I'd forget all about my wife.

Jack: You do that anyway Jim.

Jim: OH YEAH. Whoops.

[Monet drags up Frostbite and delivering an impressive show of strength, actually PRESSES the man into the air! The fans are amazed and she dumps him on his face, right into the stairs!]



***CRRRAAAAAASSSHHH!!!!***


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: GORILLA PRESS FROM THE CHAMP!!


Sean: And now Marissa tossing Frostbite in! Laughing as she does, Frostbite just ATE the stairs and worse for wear, Monet mocking him as she climbs the steps. Frostbite bruised and banged up, Monet circling the shark we all know she is.

Jim: Marissa heading past Frostbite and going for the leg, targeting the limb as she drags it up and stomps it down! Wrapping in the heel hook and sitting down dead center she has it! The patented submission maneuver of the World Champ!


[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: FROSTBITE AWAKE! BUT HE CANNOT MOVE!!



[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: FROSTBITE FLAILING AND FIGHTING! THE PAIN COURSING THROUGH HIS LIMB!


Jim: TRYING TO GET TO THE SIDE! CAN HE DO THIS!?


Sean: FROSTBITE HAND OVER HAND! YES!! MAKING IT TOWARDS THE SIDE! YES!! YES!!!


Jim: Stop chanting that it's annoying! NO!! NO!! OH Damn he's making it!!


Sean: FROSTBITE HAS THE ROPES AND THE REF SAYS BREAK!!


[Marissa refuses! The fans are booing as Monet is threatened with disqualification and she finally breaks. She screams at the Referee as Frostbite kneels up, telling the official to do his job and stay out of her business! She shoves Ref Ray Larch right out of her way and goes to grab up Frostbite who rises so fast he slams the top of his head right into her nose!!]



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: OHHHH!!!!


Sean: FROSTBITE INTO THE AIR AND SSSHHHHAAAARK ATTACK!!!!



[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




Jack: HE GOT HER!?! WITH HER OWN MOVE!!!!


Sean: HE CAN USE HERSELF AGAINST HER TOO MARISSA!!


Jim: I THOUGHT THAT WAS PATENTED! NOO!! NOO!!



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*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!!*



Jack: FROSTBITE HAS PINNED THE CHAMP AND HE SURVIVES TO WIN OUR MAIN EVENT!


Jim: WHAT THE FUCK! LAWSUIT! COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! ILLEGAL! REF! ILLEGAL!!


Sean: CAN HE DO IT ONE MORE TIME AT WRESTLEBOWL?? WE WOULD HAVE A NEW CHAMP!!!


Jack: AND WE WILL SEE YOU LIIIIVE AT THE PAY PER VIEW!!!! FROSTBITE VICTORIOUS HERE TONIGHT!!!



[Fade out as Frostbite stands over Monet, and spreading out his arms roars as he flexes to the ceiling! The fans are cheering out as Frostbite slowly motions for the World Heavyweight Title, looking dead ahead, cold blue eyes focused on the "Wrestlebowl" banner hanging in the distance. The Cold Hearted Bastard screams an unholy rage as the fans cheer him on!!]



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dalbellorage
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Nice to read after so long. Any idea how Wrestlebowl itself is going to work or is this the final broadcast?
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ShaunSindelman
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WB will be a full show. AJ is booking now and prepping to write it.
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