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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 16 2006, 08:34 PM (601 Views) | |
| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 16 2006, 08:34 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens up to the OK Corral saloon. The swinging half doors flap open and shut as two men enter wearing old style cowboy outfits. They have the hats, the boots, the pants, the holsters. Vests, the works. Apart from the vest, it looks great, but thats all they are wearing there. No shirt, just a vest, and about half a bottle of oil rubbed into there muscles under that vest. The two men are "The Rolls Royce" Jonathon Richards & "The New Sensation" Nathan Slater_High Maintenance. The both stop at the doorway, a silence coming over the room, as they look over the place. They then both mosey over towards the bar, things turning back to normal (for the time being, nothing stays normal for to long when these two are around). "New Sensation" Nathan Slater : (hick cowboy accent exaggerated) Howdy' ... two shots ... pronto. Slater emphasises the pronto slamming his fist on the bar. The barman looks none to pleased, but he knows his job and gets the shots. Slater and Richards both slam them down in stereo, and then slam them onto the bar in unison also. They then move towards a stage area set up, on the way, Richards stops at a table where a young women is dressed in a frilly red number, she is very attractive, and is eating diner with a young man. "The Rolls Royce" Jonathon Richards : You_ (to the women) My room_after the show. He keeps moving towards the stage, the young man feeling obliged to say something. Young man : Hey there, excuse me, but didn't you notice me siting right with her? Jonathon Richards : (looking over his shoulder but still moving towards the stage) Your not invited. Richards then turns his back on the young fella and moves up the stairs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, unfolding it and then holding it up for the Saloon to see. It is a wanted poster, and has a picture of F-dot on it. Jonathon Richards : Has anyone seen this man? The crowd continue about there business. Generally ignoring The Rolls Royce. Jonathon Richards (now shouting) : I SAID HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MAN? The tone of his voice silences the place, everyone now quite in there. Richards : He goes by the name of F-Dot! Is wanted by High Maintenance for many crimes, including assault from behind, running his mouth, although not since he was booked against me. Seems he wised up,a little to little, to late. And also is wanted for impersonating a wrestler. Very poorly i may add. You may of seen him around these parts, a slob of a man, most likely to be seen in the alleys at night and gutters during the day, begging for spare change. Drunk in the crowd yells out : Piss off idiot, who the hell do you think you are? Richards : I am The Rolls Royce! Jonathon Richards! One half of the best tag team in wrestling today, High Maintenance! I am the soon to be SWAT Grand Canyon Heavyweight Champion! I am the man who will be executing this F-Dot (screws up the wanted poster in his hand) later tonight at the Showdown at the OK Corral! I am the man who will come down there and powerbomb your rude drunk ass through that table, just for the fun of it if we hear another word from you. The drunk slinks down in his chair, but in the corner, there are a group of men playing cards. A seedy looking bunch. One of them pipes up. Card player : Thats great, you enjoy that "wrestling thing". Now keep it down, we are trying to play cards over here. Richards says nothing, just starts walking towards the man and table. The Saloon is silent once more, the card player not fazed though, and he leans back on the back legs of his chair, putting his feet on the table and giving the Rolls Royce a "what are you going to do" look. Richards saunters over to him, methodical and cool like, and in the same motion, without stopping, kicks the chair out from under the man. The card player jumps to his feet angrily, and is knocked back down by a hellacious chair shot from Richards, who had scooped up the chair after sweeping it from under the man. The man crumples limp on the floor, a Red Ace of Diamonds falling from his shirt sleeve. Richards picks up the Ace of Diamonds, places it on the table. Richards : I win! The rest of the players all look at him confused, and he then reaches in starts hauling in the pot of money in the middle of the table. Other Player : Like hell ..... Richards smashes him with a back fist punch sending him toppling backwards from the table. Another man jumps to his feet, and is sent to the floor in a heap courtesy of a New Sensation bottle shot to the head. The bottle smashing to pieces. The final man stands to his feet, he doesn't know whether to fight for his money, or run for his life, and he doesn't get time to decide, as Richards grabs him with both hands, and gorilla presses him ontop of the long bar. Richards then runs him along the bar, the man sliding on the bar in the old school move, drinks and glasses smashing off his battering ram head to the floor. Richards and Slater then move back to the card table and collect all the money. Richards (to Slater as they head for the swinging half doors) : Cards, i think i like this game. [fade] |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 16 2006, 08:35 PM Post #2 |
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[The scene opens up to a cgi locker room as AFI's "Miseria Cantere" starts to play.] Love your hate, [The scene shows a young wrestler, probably a rookie by the way he seems nervous, getting ready to wrestle, putting tape around his wrists.] your faith lost [The young wrestler fixes his knee pads and ties his shoes] You are now one of us [He puts on his elbow pads as there's a knock on the door. He opens it.] Love your hate, your faith lost Promoter: "It's time." You are now one of us [The young wrestler walks out of the cgi locker room into the hallway.] Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all [He walks down the hall, nervously trying to focus as all the "veterans" eye him, as if watching a dead man walk down the green mile.] Radiate, recognize one silent call As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate [He walks up to the entrance, and sneaks a quick look out the, and the scene cuts to a quick shot of a huge audience.] Promoter: "You'll be fine, kid." Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all [He nervously looks behind him, noting the veterans still watching, then wipes the sweat from his brow.] Radiate, recognize one silent call As we all form one dark flame Promoter: "You ready?" As we all form one dark flame Kid: "Yeah.." As we all... [He steps up into the entrance, his music hits...] Love your hate, your faith lost You are now one of us Ring Announcer: "And his opponent..." Love your hate, your faith lost [He steps through the curtain..] You are now... [And onto a stage in the middle of the Grand Canyon?!] one, [The crowd cheering him on as he cautiously steps down the ramp, towards the ring.] one of us [He steps into the ring, hops on the ropes and the crowd cheers louder!] S W A T A R I Z O N A [Blackness.] *BOOOOOOOOOM!!!* [Pyros light up the nighttime sky of the Old Tucson Studios Event Fairgrounds as all four corners of the ring explode in loud bursts of flames! Two large sets of bleachers adorn either side of the ring with the stage set in the middle. A large stack of tables sits near the stage. The camera zooms in to the Announce table by the side of the ring.] 'Kinda ol' Mike Ross: "Hello everyone and welcome to SWAT Arizona's "Showdown at the OK Corralle! I am as always, Mike Ross alongside...Melvyn." Melvyn: "Hey! C'mon Mikey, you know you love me." Mike: "No." Melvyn: "Admit it, it's ok." Mike: "No. We've got a great lineup tonight folks! SWAT World Deathmatch Champ Jack Kross puts the gold on the line against the Grim Avenger Spooky DOOM in a Table Ironman Match!" Melvyn: "Then we watch Shooty McShootsalot die for our sins at the hands of Roid-Monster #1." Mike: "Thats Jonathon Richards and F-Dot, Melvyn." Melvyn: "Thats what I said." Mike: "No...grrr! Anyways...then we have a match that I know I've been waiting for..Tommy Danger makes his in-ring SWAT debut!" Melvyn: "Yeah, Grandpa Danger gets to die at the hand of the Insurance Policy! Mr. Kaige is looking forward to this one with glee." Mike: "Danger's ready for "Mr Kaige," this time. I know he is." Melvyn: "Riiight..." Mike: "The Television Title will be on the line as the Egyptian War horse Amon Ra takes on the Red Storm, Rud Groz! Neither of these two have been very vocal lately, but they always deliver in the ring." Melvyn: "I have a feeling Mr. Kaige may have a few words for them tonight about that." Mike: "So now your friends with Mr. Kaige?" Melvyn: "Of course! Who wouldnt the FACE of SWAT in their back pocke...er...corner?" Mike: "...." Mike: "Anywho...then we've got a tag team match with the hottest rivalry in Arizona as John Ferrigno teams up with Damian Payne to battle Seven and Blockade!" Melvyn: "Rumors have stated Blockade forced himself away from food for the whole month, just so he could be "ready" for this match. I wouldnt wanna be Hulkling or Payne tonight, eating up the competition may take on a whole new term." Mike: "Blockade is NOT a cannibal." Melvyn: "You didnt see the look he had during the Battle Royal Mikey. It's only a matter of time." [Mike ross shakes his head and sighs. It's gonna be another long night.] Mike: "But up first, we've got Big V taking out his frustrations on "Old School" Mark Hodgeson. Freddy Vasquez: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "Showdown at the OK Corrall! This first match is set for one fall!" ["Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to play and the fans boo.] Freddy V: "Introducing first, from Toronto..Ontaroi Canada..."Old School" Mark! Hodgeson!" [Hodgson comes out to the top of the ramp, does a Chris masters like pose and continues to the ring taunting the fans] Freddy V: "And his opponent...from Dallas, Texas! This is....BIG! V!" [Pantera's "Walk" blares over the arena and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as he steps out onto center stage as pyro massively goes off sounding like a machine gun. Big V goes into a little area beside the ramp and gets some fans in there and starts a mosh pit. After about 10 minutes of moshing Big V walks to the ring and slides in.] Mike: "And here we go with our first match. Big V not getting the reaction he wanted I dont think, but who can blame the fans, after his association recently with Jack Kross?" Melvyn: "Fickle Sheep. If their booing him for THAT? They need to be lobotomized. There's plenty of_other_reasons to boo the..." *BAM!* Mike: "Wow! Big V not waiting for the referee's instructions..he just took Hodgeson's head off with the clothesline outta nowhere!" [Big V quickly pulls Hodgeson up, and drops him with a powerslam.] Mike: "Big V going for an early cover..." Referee Jim (No relation to Joe) Shmoe: "1" "2" "...No!" Mike: "Hodgeson kicks out. Way too early for the youngster to go down." Melvyn: "Dumbass shoulda stayed down. Now he's just gonna clobbered." [Hodgeson gets up and tries to chop the Big man, but Big V barely flinches.] Mike: "Those chops arent even registering on the big man. Hodgeson off the ropes...and he crashes into Big V with no effect! Big V egging him on...Hodgeson runs and...oooooh!!" [Hodgeson runs off the ropes and Big V drops him in a heap with a big boot.] Melvyn: "See? Why dont you people listen to me?!" [Big V lifts Hodgeson up into a suplex and drops Hodgeson neck first against his knee!] Mike: "Ouch! Big V picks Hodgeson up and whips him into the turnbuckle, then follows him in with a big splash!" Melvyn: "Mmmm Old School Pancakes sounds good right now." [Big V drags Hodgeson's carcass out of the corner...then sends him right back?] Melvyn: "Squash numero dos!" [Big V smirks as the Arizona crowd cheers the violence. He pulls Hodgeson out of the corner and seats himself on the top rope, pulling Hodgeson's lifeless body up with him...lifting hodgeson so he's sitting on Big V's shoulders while Big V sits on the second turnbuckle.] Mike: "Big V on the second turnbuckle with Hodgeson...whats he gonna...oh my god!" [*BOOOM* The ring shakes as Big V stands and jumps from the second rope crunching Hodgeson with a powerbomb!] Mike: "2nd turnbuckle Powerbomb! My god...he's dead!" [Big V covers.] Referee Jim (no relation to Joe) Shmoe: "1" "2" "3!!" *DING DING DING* Freddy V: "The winner of the match...BIG! V!!!" [The crowd cheers as the ref raises Big V's hand in victory.] Mike: "And that's it for Hodgy! Big V with an impressive victory!" Melvyn: "Meh." Mike: "Meh?" Melvyn: "Meh." Mike: "I hate you." Melvyn: "Of course you do." Mike: "We'll be right back.." |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 16 2006, 08:36 PM Post #3 |
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(Camera opens in the Rockies Training facility. Kross is seen training a rookie. They pause when Kross sees the camera.) Kross: Ok kid you did good today hit the showers go home put some ice on that eye and be back here first thing tommorw. Now as far as you guys go. Its bad enough I got all this publicty from the Rockies division being thier King and all. But then I got you guys with half working camera coming all the way from the desert to see what I have to say. Kross: Dont get me worng I enjoy this extra air time i am getting. But this week I am pissed. Now I have heard people say that they are pissed and they want to do something about but i have seen no action. Blockade You wanna say Spooky Doom took the shot that was supposed to be yours? You wanna say your going get me sooner or later. I say bring it bitch. I anit scared of you or anybody else in any SWAT locker room. All I hear is people running thier mouth about oh it should be me facing Jack Kross. You know there are alot of people who faced me and there alot of people who dont want to face me because of what i have done to people who have faced me. Kross: Blockade I happened to over here tha your afriad of blood. Or you have some strange phobia. Look I know your secret. You see I did little research into your back ground buddy. But dont worry I wont tell anybody about your little secret. (Kross starts laughing then stops.) Kross: All you need to worry about is that if you want a piece of me and this goes for everybody else to I will fight you. It doesnt matter what ring, what region, and whats on the line. You want a fight all you gotta do is ask. And I will be there. Not only will i be there I will beat you like your have never been beaten before. And win or lose. You will know that you went threw hell. you will know that I am the suicide messiah. Kross: This brings me to Spooky Doom. You know I really tried to watch some of your tapes to get a little homework done but the fact matter is you suck. I mean come on your name is Spooky Doom. The reaver of souls I believe is what you said. Let me tell you something you and whatever acid trip your on will not save from the beating that awaits at the ppv. First off your a luchador. Ok look at me a heavyweight then look at you a dwarf. If you think for one second that I am going be pinned or made to submit at the hands of a dwarf you must be high. Secondly I have no soul. So your just shit out of luck on that one boy. I dont care if I beat you so bad that your funeral would be the next day. You see I will do that if thats what it takes. I will so no mercy when you ask for it. Oh and trust me you will ask for mercy. Kross: You will beg and I will have none. I will continue to beat you. And as you lay there in a pool of your own blood I will continue to beat you. And if you think that this all a joke then maybe you should watch some of my matchs then you will know that this could pssibly be the last match you fight in. You are not prepared for the hell I will bring to that ring. You are not ready for the pain and the suffering that will be dished out. You wrestle under regular rules where there is DQ and there is countout and ropebreaks. I wrestle in totaly different realm. You wanna fight me then its under my rules. Which means there are no rules. And if you jack offs in the back are thinking of running out and screwing me out o my belt then you got another thing you see I anit coming to the show alone. No no I got back up. But they will make themselves none if needed. Kross: So arizona region get reayd to witness what would be considering inhumain in certain countrys. Get ready because the King of the Deathmatch is coming to town, and he isnt happy. (Scene fades.) |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 16 2006, 08:48 PM Post #4 |
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Ross: Now it's time for our weekly dose of the Seven/John Ferrigno show! This week, they team up with Damian Payne and Blockade in a tag team match!" Melvyn: "Oh joy!" Freddy V: The following contest is set for one fall! introducing first.." [The lights dim as the opening strains of “Bleed For Me” by Black label Society hits the PA system.] #This grave of life, I give to you# #Ignore what was, you know it's true# #Realms of fear, they speak the truth# #What has past, I hand to you# [From out of the back comes John Ferrigno. He has a look of determination on his face, but he is clearly getting a bit of an adrenaline rush from being out in front of the crowd. He walks with purpose down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans seated along the aisle.] #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# #I'll see you# #I'll dig a hole, and bow my head# #To see you smile, I'd face my death# #Realms of fear, they speak the truth# #What has past, I hand to you# [Ferrigno makes his way to ringside, walking up the steel steps and stepping onto the apron. He turns to the crowd and throws his arms up, fists clenched, getting a last reaction from the crowd before he steps through the ropes and heads to his corner, letting the referee check him.] #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# #I'll see you# [Ferrigno rubs his head with his right hand, and stands in the corner, loosening up as he awaits his introduction.] #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# #Bleed for me, I've bled for you# #Embrace me, child, I'll see you through# Freddy V: In the ring at this time, from RIP CITY USA, weighing in at 245 pounds........... JOHN FERRIGNO!!! Ross: John Ferrigno picked up his first win ever at our last show, defeating Seven in a first round match for the Grand Canyon title. But the war had just begun. An Irate Seven attacked Ferrigno during the Penalty box match and they brawled all the way back through the Diamondback's Locker room, where Ferrigno seemingly got the upper hand again. Melvyn: Seven got some revenge at the PPV, when he and JW Madison cost Ferrigno his chance at the main event tonight." [The lights in the arena go out... The fans start to cheer as they release what it means... Then just as abruptly - the big screen flickers into life... The scene is a cemetery in the middle of the night... The camera moves quickly through the headstones until finally coming to rest on one that simply says "Sadistic Insanity" Damian Payne... The camera zooms out slightly and a bolt of lightning flashes through the air and strikes the ground in front of the headstone... Seconds later a fist punches upwards through the earth and opens up... "Nookie (Androids Vs Las Putas remix)" by Limp Bizkit erupts over the PA of the arena as images of Damian Payne in action in numerous federations including the BWA, SFW, BSCW, ECLW, CWR, the UKWA, the Colosseum and WILD flash across the screen interspersed with shots of Damian holding the numerous titles that he has won in the ICWF, the IGA, the WWA, the ACWF, the UWL, the SCWF and VXW...] Freddy Vasquez: His partner... Hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 295lbs... He is “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payyyyyynnnnnee!!! [The camera zooms in from the bottom of the entrance ramp to the top as ?Sadistic Insanity? Damian Payne steps out onto the entrance ramp and glares out at the crowd before making his way down the entrance ramp... He has shoulder length slightly curly light brown hair and a light brown goatee beard... Damian Payne is wearing a pair of black boots, a pair of knee-length denim shorts and a pair of black elbow pads... He is also wearing a black T-shirt with ?ChokeBomb Central? in orange on the front and ?Hell Has Relocated!!!? in orange on the back... He pulls the T-shirt off and throws it into the crowd as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring...] Ross: During that PPV match, Ferrigno and Payne looked to team up and work as a unit... Melvyn: Yeah, until Hulk Jr threw his own "partner" out of the ring! Ross: "Both these men claim they can get along, but one has to wonder if it's really true. Freddy V: And their opponents...first, from Steel City USA...BLOCKADE! ["Renegades of Funk" hits and Blockade's imposing figure walks down the rampway. He climbs into the ring and raises his arms as the crowd delivers a wave of boos.] Freddy V: And his partner..Hailing from Edmonton Alberta, Canada! This...is....SEVEN! [The thumping of the bass from Korns Twisted Transistor echoes through out the building as the crowd starts to boo and chanting “Seven Sucks” as “Hated By All” flashes across the screen as Highlights of him winning the the GPW United States Championship and the GCW Television Championship. Then, silence as the bass kicks it up a bit and Seven makes his way out from behind the curtain Wearing his wrestling gear and a “Hated By All” T-Shirt on, he makes his way down mumbling to himself as he walks over to the steps and walks up to the apron and stands there for a bit before smirking at the crowd and the camera and then enters the ring where he takes off his T-Shirt and goes to throw it into the crowd but stops and places it in the corner laughing. ] Ross: Well it looks as if it'll be Payne and Blockade starting us off. Melvyn: As if we needed more overroided hossmonsters running around and eating everything in sight! Ross: Melvyn! You even complain when it's the little guys who wrestle! Melvyn: What can I say, I'm a picky person. A wrestling connoisseur, even. A fine appreciator of the grappling arts- Oooo, what a slap by Blockade! Ross: No respect for Payne! And that's three punches striking back at Blockade's face! Uppercut! Clothesline! Melvyn: Aw yeah, it has been brought. Ross: Blockade is still standing after this thunderous assault! Payne whipping Blockade into the ropes... big boot SWATTED by Blockade with one hand! Melvyn: Take that, boot! Ross: And he smacks Damian down with the other hand! Melvyn: Check it out, if Blockade can do this to the Sadistic Insanity, you gotta imagine what he would do if he had his hands 'round lil' Spooky Doom. Ross: Blockade has no problem lifting Damian, even with one hand! Chokeslam... into a backbreaker! Blockade's signature move! [Cut in action as Blockade stands over the body of Damian Payne, giving him the thumbs down as he steps on his chest. The crowd all sound their disapproval in unison.] Ross: One count and that's all he's going to get. Damian Payne is well too conditioned a big man to fall to such an assault. Melvyn: Doesn't change the fact that Blockade is dominating him. Ross: I wouldn't say that yet! Blockade picks up Payne and tosses him into the neutral corner: he's unloading lefts and rights, passing his anger out on Damian Payne. Melvyn: Now is it dominating? Ross: Crowd goes wild as Damian picks Blockade up and slams HIM into the corner! Lefts! Rights! And a big back elbow settles it! Melvyn: No it doesn't! Ross: Blockade retaliates, slams Payne BACK into the corner. Deep knee lift! Double punch! Double punch! And a third one for good measure! Melvyn: Damian Payne FINALLY considering discretion to be the better part of valor, rolling out, leaving the ring, good riddance, send us a postcard, arriverderci- Ross: Payne grabbing Blockade by the leg and pulling the 400+ pounder down! Slams a meaty thigh into a steel ringpost! Melvyn: But, but... he chickened out! He ran off from the fight! Ross: Payne using his ring experience there. He rolls back in and without a moment's notice drops a leg across Blockade's neck. Damian taking control as he switches to an inside toe hold, working the leg of his opponent some more. Melvyn: See, it's Damian who's responsible for slowing down the match! He's the one grinding things to a halt! Ross: Oh for Pete's sakes Blockade is well over 420 pounds! Damian tries to drag that blubbery butt across... and hey! He manages to make a tag! Melvyn: Oh, like Hulk-lad is going to make any difference! Ross: John Ferrigno has made quite the impact in SWAT Arizona with an impressive win over Blockade's tag partner: Seven. Damian holds Blockade's leg still as Ferrigno drop an elbow on the exposed thigh- double teaming action taking place! Melvyn: More like ganging up! Ross: We'll see what young John Ferrigno can do against the largest man in SWAT Arizo- the largest man in SWAT, period! Melvyn: Is that a new territory Soutter opened up? Ross: Ferrigno helps Blockade up to a knee... One, two, three forearm shivers to the face, John runs the ropes- Melvyn: And gets a knee to the back for his troubles. Ross: Seven interfering! John Ferrigno turns back to Blockade but he recovers- rising spinebuster grab taking down the young rookie! Melvyn: Time for Seven to take over: show that young punk how it's done here in Arizona. Ross: Blockade not even aware of the tag after that desperate maneuver; Seven just trying to get the pieces of John Ferrigno! Dropkick knocks Ferrigno back but Seven moves to prevent the tag. Armdrag on the extended hand even, chaining with an armbar submission! Melvyn: Johnny boy wanted to learn the fine art of wrestling? Well he's getting a fine scholarship courtesy of professor Seven, Ph.D Ross: Seven just taunting Damian Payne, but Damian not taking the bait. John Ferrigno rises to his feet but the armbar is still applied! Ferrigno circling around Seven but Seven ain't letting go. Ferrigno with a forward roll to relieve the tension, but Seven pulls him back in with a fireman's carry into a rear seated headlock. Melvyn: No escape! Ross: Lots of power from Ferrigno, he's back on his feet, trying to break out of the hold with repeated elbows to the stomach, to the head- Seven catches him with a half nelson! Turns it to a full nelson, steps over his leg and drives him down face first into the mat! And now we're right back where we started! Melvyn: ARMBAR! Ross: Of the Fujiwara variety. Ferrigno, again powering himself to a kneeling position, Seven spins across and switches to a front facelock. Grinding move by Seven, but John Ferrigno just forcing Seven's arm apart... and manages to catch Seven with an arm wringer! Switches to a hammerlock, Seven tries to reach between John's legs but to no avail- wait, he gets the leverage to spin under the move and reverses the hammerlock with one of his own! German suplex by Seven! Bridges! 1... 2... Ross: No dice! Melvyn: Earlier we witnessed the superiority in power of Blockade over Damian Payne. Now witness the technical superiority of Seven over John Ferrigno! Ross: Seven going to work on the lower body, dropping knees unto the inside leg! He steps through, looking for a scorpion deathlock- Inside cradle by John Ferrigno! 1... 2... Ross: Too close for comfort, Seven was getting overconfident again! Melvyn: Well now he's angry and ready to make a point! Ross: He's mostly reckless! Snap suplex by Ferrigno! Seven stands up but he's groggy! Knee breaker by Ferrigno, perfect form! Pick's him up: backbreaker! Flips him over: gutbuster! Melvyn: There are words coming out of your mouth, but I can't understand how the hell this is happening! Ross: Well when all else fails, TAG! Melvyn: Blockade! Ross: And John Ferrigno is on his case, smacking him with forearm shots before the big man even has a chance to know what's what! Melvyn: But it's not fair! Blockade still has his legs straddling across the top rope! He's only half inside the ring anyways! Ross: This is a man who took the best that Damian Payne could dish out and STILL remained on his feet! Moral of story? YOU DO WHAT IT TAKES!!! Off the ropes... roaring elbow's him the fuck out! Melvyn: He was only half in the ring to begin with! Ross: Well I'm going to simplify those fractions for you: he's gone! So is Seven, taking a powder rather then face John Ferrigno again! Melvyn: He's not running, you fool, he's regrouping! Seven and Blockade are making a strategic withdrawal! They're... What the hell is Damian Payne doing? Ross: It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... Melvyn: A poorly conceived bout of shameless cross promotion with a vastly richer major movie studio? Ross: High impact spear through the ropes! Damian Payne taking out both Seven and Blockade in one fell swoop! How's that for a Bitter Taste of Reality? HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) THIS IS AWESOME! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!!! DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!!! DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!! DA-MI-AN!!!! Ross: There's broken bodies everywhere! Damian Payne isn't a high flyer, I don't know how he did this. Blockade took the full brunt of the blow, he's down and quite possibly out. John Ferrigno... Thank God, he isn't doing anything exceedingly stupid. Melvyn: I think I lost sight of Seven... Ross: So did I... John Ferrigno helping Damian Payne to his feet- I think they're going for a Count Out victory after this brutal war. Not the way I would've wanted it to finish, but lets face facts: Blockade is the legal man, 420+ pounds and there ain't no way we're getting him back into the ring without a forklift handy. John Ferrigno returns to the ring, our referee is outside tending to Blockade and Damian Payne while still administering the ten count. Yeah, this is going to go down as a Count Out, even though it should technically be considered a Knock Out victory. Melvyn: SEVEN OUT OF NOWHERE! Ross: The fuck? Melvyn: SEVEN WITH A MONKEY WRENCH! Ross: Did he... Did he just slither his way underneath the ring, pick up whatever plunder he could find and- *** KA-THANK!! *** Melvyn: And knock the everliving fuck out of that greenhorn Joe Ferrigno? Absolutely correct. Is THAT the KO victory you were looking for? Ross: NOOOO!! Melvyn: Well sucks to be Mike Ross because that's just what happened. I'll even pick up for you, because that's the kind of guy I am. Also, you are the kind of guy who sucks. Ross: This is ridiculous! Seven tagged OUT to Blockade! Melvyn: But as you can clearly see, Seven is motioning to the ref that he tagged BACK to Blockade! And with everyone knocked out, who are YOU going to believe? Ross: There's a count out in motion! Melvyn: But the ref is missing the current three count pinfall! Seven in the middle of the ring, hooking John Ferrigno's leg 1-2-3. Hurry up ref, wouldn't want to miss a pinfall by the legal man! Ross: There's a pool of blood from where Seven struck Ferrigno in the head with a MOTHERFUCKIN' METAL MONKEY WRENCH!!! Melvyn: Hey! I'll have you know that Seven's finishing maneuver, the Seventh Heaven, is one bad ass MDK move. I think it's Elix Skipper's old Play of the Day... or the muscle buster... or maybe the air raid crash. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's an entirely plausible explanation for that pool of blood leaking from John Ferrigno's skull. Ross: He didn't even get to DO his stupid finisher! Melvyn: It doesn't matter. What matters is that the ref is interrupting the ten count for the three count. Call it. Ross: I refuse. This is a travesty. Melvyn: Fine then, I will! 1... 2... 3!!! Ross: You could count 'till a hundred after that! What a disgusting win by Blockade and Seven- Melvyn: But the history books won't remember that. What they will remember is that on this night, the team of Seven and Blockade wrestled and took out both experienced wrestling journeyman Damian Payne and wrestling rookie John Ferrigno. Especially John Ferrigno. And that Seven was responsible for that. Ross: Well now I hope we can concentrate on other, more important matters. Melvyn: Wheeling the still-unconscious Blockade out of here? Ross: Yes. Got a forklift handy? |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 18 2006, 03:22 PM Post #5 |
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["Winners" by Deadsy blares through the arena and the crowd boos mercilessly as SWAT Arizona Commishioner Alex Kaige steps out onto the ramp, dressed in a beige business suit. He ignores the boos and steps into the ring, snatching the mic away from Freddy.] Alex Kaige: "Thank you all for that "warm" introduction. I'm sooo pleased to be out here in front of all my adoring fans as well!" [Alex snorted his contempt for the fans as he continued.] Alex: "Dont worry, I wont take up too much of your time tonight. I'm out here tonight, to announce that our next show...aptly named "Casino Royale.." Mike: "Isnt that the name of the new Bond Movie..." Melvyn: "Quiet Mikey, the boss is talking." Alex: "Live from the MGM Grande in Las Vegas, Nevada..we'll see the first ever Grand Canyon Champion crowned!" Mike: "Wow! What an announcement!" [Huge pop for the Grand Canyon Championship mention.] Melvyn: "It's about friggen time." Alex: "You'll see the two other semi final matches, as Damian Payne takes on Big V, and Spooky Doom takes on John Ferrigno...and if the little midget manages to win the Deathmatch title tonight, that title will ALSO be on the line!" [Huge Spooky Doom mention pop!] Alex: "And the winner of those matches will meet the winner of the F-Dot/Jonathon Richards match tonight in the main event, in a triple threat, Falls Count Anywhere match for the SWAT Arizona Grand Canyon Championship!!" [The crowd cheers loudly and Alex soaks it in, thinking its for him.] Alex: "Yes, yes...I know. I'm awesome. I'm glad you all agree..." [The arena lights dim quickly to pitch blackness as the SWAT Tron flares up with a burning ghost flame on the black and white screen.] Alex: "God damni..." [The SWAT Tron shatters and explodes into flames, Including the outside rim of the SWAT Tron, Burning with a strange blue flame all around the steel lining on the outside as that sadistic smiley face flares up on the SWAT Tron, bringing a roar from the crowd in attendance, as well as that deep silky voice that causes women to shiver and some of the men too.] VO: My World.... [The crowd was already in an uproar, Signs flashing up "ENIGMA IS GOD", "INTERNATIONAL ENIGMA", "OBSOLETE ARMY" and "RESISTANCE IS OBSOLETE" amongst ten or twenty others.] VO: My Rules.... *BOOM* [The stage exploded in flames as an image appeared on the tron] ![]() "HE'S COMING..." [And suddenly, all was back to normal. Except for a seriously pissed off Alex Kaige in the middle of the ring.] Alex: "God damnit! I am SICK and TIRED of this! You hear me?! Why the hell does this keep happening to me? I'm the boss damnit! I...I cant deal with this now..." [Alex Kaige threw down the mic and took off up the ramp as the crowd heckled him all the way to the back.] Mike: "Wow! The Enigma in SWAT? What a coup!" Melvyn: "Haven's a shmuck." Mike: "Not that Enigma..." Melvyn: "There's another? Oh Jesus, do we really need Jay St Clair Jr in Arizona." Mike: "Jay St...what?" Melvyn: "Y'know, Jay St Clair, the man of 1000 nicknames already used by other people." Mike: "Your going to get us fired. I know it." Melvyn: "Meh. Their all shmucks anyways." |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 18 2006, 03:22 PM Post #6 |
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[We return to the ring, Rud Groz already inside warming up.] Mike Ross: "And here we go folks, the SWAT Arizona Television Title's first defense...as two monsters collide in the ring! Amon Ra vs Rud Groz! The self-proclaimed god-king vs the Russian wrecking machine! The Red Storm vs The..." Melvyn: "Are you done yet?" Mike: "Am I done yet? This is a match of epic proportions!! This could be the greatest Nitro ever!! Ever!" *SLAP* [Melvyn backhands the shit out of Mike!] Mike: "...Thanks." Melvyn: "Someone forgot to take their anti-shivonne pills again, didnt they?" Mike: "Yeah..." Freddy Vasquez: "The following contest is set for ONE FALL and is for the SWAT Arizona Television Championship!" [HUGE TV TITLE POP!] Freddy V: "Introducing first, already in the ring...from Novosibrisk, Russia..He is the RED STORM....RUD! GROOOOZ!" [The crowd gives a mixed response. "Undecided" by Silverchair hits and the crowd gives a nice pop for the Champ!] Freddy V: "And his opponent...he is the SWAT Arizona Television Champion....AMOOON! RAAAAAAA!" [Ra pats the belt strapped around his waist as he stalks down the ramp. He enters the ring and hands the belt to the referee.] *DING DING DING* Mike: "And we're underway! Collar-and-elbow tie up to start. Ra turns it into a hammerlock, Groz pushes off...looks for a short clothesline..Ra ducks and explodes with a spear!" Melvyn: "Yawn." Mike: "Ra sends Groz hard into the corner, and follows with a big clothesline that rocks the Red Storm! Ra pulls him up...big powerslam!" Melvyn: "Yawn." Mike: "...Ra drags Groz up and locks on a standing full nelson. He's got it locked in tight..." Melvyn: "Boring. Chris Masters he aint." Mike: "Groz struggling with all his strength, trying to break the full nelson but the large arms of Ra have it clasped on tight!" Melvyn: "C'mon...Do_something_!" [Ra lifts Groz up and slams him down with a full nelson slam.] Mike: "You were saying..." Melvyn: "Ohhh...one move. Big fricken whoop de do." [Ra poses for the crowd some, egging Groz to get to his feet. Groz gets up and Ra walks into a Heart Punch that staggers the big Egyptian back!] Mike: "Groz back to his feet after that heart punch. Ra rushes Groz but Groz slides behind...German Suplex! Groz follows with another...and another!" [Groz stands up, still holding onto Ra and locks on his own full nelson, quickly turning it into a full nelson slam of his own!] Mike: "Groz turning the tables on Ra with his own Full nelson slam! Cover!" Referee Mike Maxim: "1" "2" "...No!" Melvyn: "C'mon, that was 3! Are you blind ref?" Mike: "That was most certainly NOT 3. Ra's not going down that easily!" Melvyn: "He's a puts." Mike: "Who DO you like?" [Groz pulls Ra up and goes for a suplex, but Ra blocks it.] Melvyn: "Me." Mike: "Figures." [Groz tries again, and its blocked again!] Mike: "Groz tries for that suplex a third time...and Ra reverses...Snap suplex by Ra!" [Both men get back up, Groz charges at Ra, Ra slips behind going for a German suplex but Ra breakes it and slips behind. Groz tries for another German, but Ra...incredibly...lands on his feet.] Melvyn: "Shmucks." [Groz charges at Ra...Ra grabs him and spins...delivering a HUGE Belly to belly suplex over the ropes to the outside!] Mike: "And Groz goes flying out to the floor!" ["Winners" by Deadsy hits and the crowd boos] Mike: "Damnit, what now?" [Alex Kaige steps onto the stage, mic in hand.] Alex: "Oh please, dont let me stop you. Forgive my interruption, but I forgot to add something earlier." [The camera pans down to Groz, Ra and the ref, all watching Mr Kaige incredulously.] Alex: "Now I'd say it's no secret that both of you are "pet projects" of mine. And I had such high hopes for the both of you too. But lately...lately I just havent seen "it" from either of you. What's "it?" Well, it's..."it." That little spark that only the best have. And neither of you have shown me that spark lately." "See, I need a TV Champ who Can show me that spark. Sooo...I've decided that this match is now...a triple threat match!" Mike: "Hey! Wait a minute...someone's in the ring! That's...that's...." *BAM!* Melvyn: "Ahahahahahahahaha!" Mike: "Seven!! Seven with a low blow to Amon Ra while he wasnt watching...Seven rolls up Ra..NO! He's got the tights! Not like this!" [Referee Mark Maxim turns around just in time to see the roll up.] Referee Mark Maxim: "1" "2" [Groz finally realizes whats going on and leaps into the ring from the outside...] ..... [But he's too late...!] "3!!!" *DING DING DING!!* Freddy V: "Ladies and gentlemen...your winner...! And...NEW SWAT Arizona Television Champion....SEVEN...?" Mike: "I cant believe this! That rat bastard! Mr Kaige just screwed Amon Ra out of his title!" [An irate Groz chases Seven out of the ring. Referee Mark Maxim meets him outside and hands him the TV Title, raising his hands as "Twisted Transistor" blares through the arena, the crowd booing loudly.] Mike: "This is a travesty of justice! He cant just change the rules like this!" Melvyn: "Of course he can Mikey. He's the BOSS!" Mike: "This is...This.." Melvyn: "Yeah we know Mikey. A travesty of justice. Yadda yadda yadda. Deal with it! Seven's the champ Babay!" [Seven walks backwards up the ramp, holding the TV title for all to see as Mr Kaige stands at the top clapping.] Mike: "Go somewhere else. This is embarressing." |
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| ~ ELITIST ASSHOLE ~ | Aug 14 2006, 05:27 AM Post #7 |
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Just got to reading the show, you've come a long way man i'm very impressed. |
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| Packer | Jan 1 2009, 01:51 AM Post #8 |
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| TripleV | Jul 2 2009, 06:27 PM Post #9 |
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So wait, you had John Ferrigno, a midget, AND Damian Payne, without inviting the V-man? ....Tim... ...Tim... ::so disgusted, I"m going back to watching without breasts there is no paradise. Telelatino. |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jul 3 2009, 07:58 PM Post #10 |
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Ahem! I DID invite you~! I invited everyone from IGA, thats how I got Frank and John and Jon and Neil and Rick involved. This was 3 years ago so we werent really talking as much as we do now, and I think it mighta been around the time you disappeared again too. Also, you should check out my first show, this one only's half done and I never finished it. I'd be interested to see what you think of it. |
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| TripleV | Jul 3 2009, 08:37 PM Post #11 |
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Excuses, excuses... Even if we weren't talking... I'm VVV... I deserve singled out invites to everything. They're the only things I respond to. You monster. I'll be hard to correct this wrong, and talk Rick, Frank & John out of retirement so you can put on a proper SWAT Arizona show with BIGGEST V. ....Perhaps you'll have to take this to your grave. |
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