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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jun 23 2009, 10:03 PM Post #1 |
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**ICWF RAIN OF TERROR FLASH FLOOD #1** ------------ --------- --------- --------- NextWave ------------ --------- --------- --------- [We open up to... a large, familiar mansion. In California.] [Bel air, California.] [Yeah. Wait, what?] Voice #1: Just go with it. Voice #2: Yeah. [Oh god, not you guys again.] Voice #2: Yeah, us guys again. Wait, didn’t your head explode? [No.] Voice #1: Really? Then how do you know us? [That was my cousin.] Voice #1: Ouch, sorry to hear that. Which one was yo- [They were ALL my cousins.] Voice #2: .... Voice #1: O...kaaaaaay. [Look. Let’s just get on with this.] Voice #2: Sounds good. Voice #1: Yep. Now, who’s gonna do it again? Voice #2: Pff, I’m not doing that. Voice #1: Why not? Voice #2: Why not? Why NOT?! Are you kidding me? It’s... ludicrous. It’s preposterous. It’s- Voice #1: It’s no different from ANYTHING ELSE we’ve done yet. Voice #2: True... Fine then, you do it. Voice #1: HA! No. Your doing it. Voice #2: AM NOT. Voice #1: ARE TOO! Voice #2: NO U! Voice #1: NO U! Voice #2: NO U! Voice #1: NO U! Voice #2: NO - This is retarded. Voice #1: I agree. Okay, new plan. Voice #2: Game time? Voice #1: You know it! Voice #2: Alright! *ROCK* *PAPER* *SCISSORS!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !* Voice #2: ...F*CK! Voice #1: HA! Paper covers rock! You lose, b*tch! Voice #2: ...Fine. Voice #1: Get to it. Voice #2: Hate. You. Voice #1: Less talky, more doey. [The scene cuts out.] #In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'# “Fresh Prince of Bel Air is taped before a Live studio audience!” [End opening.] #IT’S NOT UNUSUAL TO BE LOVED BY ANYONE!!! IT’S NOT UNUSUAL TO HAVE FUN WITH ANYONE!!# [The scene opens up to the Banks family residence, in the living room. Where we find, as I’m sure most of you already speculated.. . Cecil Kennedy. #BUT WHEN I SEE YOU HANGING ABOUT WITH ANYONE IT’S NOT UNUSUAL TO SEE ME CRRRRRYYYYYY! !!!# [......Doing The Carlton Dance.] #OH, I WANNA DIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE! !!!!# [Yeah, I’m sure he does too. Cecil is dressed in black slacks a polka dotted corduroy shirt as he dances along in the most goofy looking version of the Carlton ever. Which is hard to do considering the source, but yeah. Adrian Tanner Jr, wearing tan khaki shorts and a black “We’ve got a Giant Robot, WHERE’S YOURS” Nextwave t-shirt, stands off to the side, laughing his ass off.] Familiar Voice: HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Y!!!!! [Uh oh. What’ve our heroes gotten themselves into now?] Carlton Banks: That’s not how you do it!! [Wait for it.] #IT’S NOT UNUSUAL TO GO OUT AT ANYTIME! BUT WHEN I SEE YOU OUT AND ABOUT, ITS SUCH A CRIME!!!# [....Wait for it.] Carlton Banks: THIS is how you do it! #IT’S NOT UNUSUAL, IT HAPPENS EVERY DAAAAYYYY!!! NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY YOU FIND IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIIIMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE! !!!# Adrian: Oh. My. God. [And now, there are TWO people, doing the Carlton Dance~! Which makes Cecil look even more ridiculous when he’s doing it right next to the Master!!! Adrian almost dies from laughing.] “CARLTON!” [An even more familiar voice comes from the other side of the room, near the kitchen. The crowd goes WILD as WILL SMITH enters the living room!!!!] Will: What the hell’s wrong with you, man?! Have you no dignity? How you gonna out ‘white-boy’ the two white boys staying in our house?! [Will turns off the stereo.] Carlton: But Will! Will: No buts, C, get your ass outta here now! [Will chases Carlton out of the living room. Cecil glares at Adrian.] Cecil: Why? Just. Why? Adrian: Look man, we’ve got a very important match coming up. ICWF TV Tag Team Championships. This is our second time walking into a federation and being handed a Tag Title shot and I for one, am not going to waste it again! Cecil: Yeah but why... [Cecil motions around the room.] Adrian: Cecil, my good chap. Think about it! TV Tag Titles! TEE-VEE! That means if we win, we’re the KINGS of TELEVISION! Cecil: I don’t think that’s exactly what it me- Adrian: So, what better way to prepare for our upcoming reign as KINGS of TV, by immersing ourselves into Television’s core! Genius, I know. Cecil: Genius wasn’t the word I was thinking of, but you make a good point. But still, why? Adrian: Think, man! You’re already TV champ of that other place. I mean, to really understand what it’s like to be TV Champs, one has to understand how TV works, don’t you think? Plus, it was just really f*cking funny. Cecil: So, we’re just gonna randomly go through TV, huh? Adrian: Yep! Kinda like... [Adrian snaps his fingers.] #Come and knock on our dooooooors# #We've been waiting for youuuuuuu# #Where the kisses are hers and his and... his?# #Three's company too!# [The theme of Three's Company shows up on screen, rolling through the opening credits of Jack and the rest of the cast going through a park. Adrian Tanner is standing near a cage filled with monkeys, throwing small unidentifiable objects at the furry little guys. Cecil is seen nearby... inside a lion cage, doing the 'ole head in the mouth trick... Until the lion's mouth clamps down gently, causing Cecil to tremble violently. Tanner and Jack run over to try to help the young rookie, while Don Knotts is seen behind them laughing menacingly. After the open credits are done, the scene opens up into Jack's apartment, where Jack himself is lounging about on the couch reading a newspaper. Suddenly, his best friend, (Was it Larry?) busts in through the front door ecstacically. Larry: JACK. TWINS. MY PLACE. THEY ARE AWESOME! Jack: Gee, I dunno Larry... The girls were tal- Larry: FORGET THEM JACK, THIS IS MUCH BETTER THAN THOSE TWO! Jack: Well... Alright! [They run out the door and the camera instantly changes to Larry's "humble abode", where the two of them waltz on through Larry's door, eyes flaring like the sexual deviants that they were.... At least, until they saw who was actually there. Yep, that's right! Your very own NextWave is seen inside the room, quite uncomfortable with themselves. Jack turns over to Larry. Jack: Larry... I thought you said they were twins! Larry: ...I thought they were gonna be FEMALE! Adrian and Cecil: YOU WHAT? Jack: Larry, have you been grabbing random phone numbers and calling them over for "a fun night in Lare-bear town" again? Larry: ....No, honestly! I'm pretty sure the voice I talked to was a lot more... feminine. Cecil: HEY, (bleep)HOLE! You talked to me on the phone! Adrian: I can see why he thought that, then. Cecil: Jack(bleep) Jack: What? Cecil: Oh, no. I wasn't saying your name, I just got cutoff by the censor. Jack: Ahhhhh, that makes sense then. [.....Awkward silence.] Adrian: You know, speaking of Perfectly Perfect Duo... Cecil: Ah, right! We still haven't talked about those (bleep)ers yet. Adrian: Well, what IS there to say? They wear fancy clothes? Cecil: ...I dunno. Let me check my notes. [Cecil pulls out a random pad of stickies.] Cecil: A.) They like to say perfect over and over again. B.) They shoot a promo about as hard and to the point as a gummy-worm riding a beach-whale. C.) They have a hot psycho b(bleep)ch of a manager. M.I.L.F, hey, it works! Larry: She have a sister? Twin sister? Cecil: Dunno. That's all I can really say about these guys outside of their ring behavior. They sure do look mean INSIDE the ring, though. Adrian: ....No. Cecil: Aw, c'mon! That attack they did on Al Pacino and Al Pacino's retarded 3rd cousin looked pretty convincing! Adrian: ....No. Cecil: Ah, well. Jerks. Adrian: ...Anyway, I think it's time we ditched this place. [Everyone in the room silently nods as NextWave leaves the room. The scene returns to Jack's apartment, where Jack and Larry enter through the door and collapse on a couch/chair. ] *Snap* [The scene changes again, this time to everyone’s favorite Reality TV Game Show~ WHO WANT’S TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? !!] Regis: And we’re back with more Who Wants to be a Millionaire? Our contestant right now, Adrian Tanner Jr, is up to 100,000 dollars so far. Now Adrian, your already a Millionaire, so why are you here anyways? Adrian: Well Regis, your already a giant prick, so why aren’t you inducted into “Worlds most giantest pricks” already? Regis: Why yo- Adrian: Basically, because I can, Reeg. Now can we get back to the game? Regis: Right, the game. Adrian, are you ready to play, for 100,000 dollars? Adrian: ...Duh? Regis: Alright! Let’s play!! [DUN DUN DUN!!!] Regis: Adrian, for 100,000 dollars, name the largest canyon in the United States. Adrian: Ah, damn that’s a tough one. Hmm, I should know this... Regis: Yes you should. Adrian: Hmm, it’s on the tip of my tongue... Is it... Samantha Bevins’s A**h**e? Regis: ....WHAT?! YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ON TV!! Adrian: Really?! I’m fairly certain that’s the answer. Regis: You can’t sa- What is your problem? What’s WRONG with you? We’re on cable television you ca- Adrian: OH! Can I use my Lifeline? I wanna use my lifeline! Regis: You can’t eve- [Adrian picks up his cell phone and dials a number.] Regis: Wait a minute, what are you doing? You ca- Adrian: Hey, a little decency please? I’m on the phone here! Hello? Ceece! [The shot cuts to a split screen showing Cecil Kennedy standing behind Adrian, talking on the phone to him from about 5 feet away.] Cecil: HEY! What’s up man? Adrian: Dude, I’m on Who Wants to be a Millionaire! It’s fricken sweet! Cecil: OH! Am I your lifeline?! Adrian: F*ck yeah you are! [Regis’s eyes almost bug out of his head.] Cecil: So what’s the question? Adrian: Okay reeg, what’s the question again? [Regis just glares at our heroes.] Adrian: Oh, right. Ceece, what’s the largest canyon in the United States? [Cecil ponders that thought for a moment. He looks to Regis, who looks like he’s about to murder someone.] Cecil: Hmm. That’s a doozy. Adrian: Isn’t it, though? Cecil: I believe it’s.... Samantha Bevins’s A**h**le, Adrian. Adrian: See? That’s what I said. Thanks man. [Adrian hangs up his phone. Cecil sits back down in his seat.] Adrian: Samantha Bevins’s A**h**e, Regis. Final Answer. Regis: YOU SONS OF BITCHES! YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ON TV!!! [Regis looks like he’s about to leap out of the chair and pummel Adrian to death. However, he looks at Adrian, and figures that’s probably not a good idea. Instead, he picks up the card, knowing that can’t possibly be the right answer and that he’d be rid of these jerkoffs in a moment anyways.] Regis: ....Okay. Fine. Final answer, huh you f**kers?! Fine. [Regis turns the card over.] Regis: I’m sorry Adrian, you fail. The answer was “Samantha Bevins’s A**h*- WHAT?! [Regis’s eyes bug out of his sockets, as the ‘right answer’ buzzer dings. One person in the audience claps. It’s Cecil. Everyone else is too busy wondering what the fuck just happened, or shocked and outraged to do anything. The producer of the show, who looks strongly like Brandon Young wearing a twirly moustache, a monocle, and a little top hat that says ‘producer’ on it, urges Regis to continue the game. Regis glares at the ‘producer,’ and then at Adrian.] Adrian: Uh, aren’t we supposed to be going to the next question now or something? Regis: .... [Regis turns towards the ‘producer’ again. As he does, he notices another ‘producer,’ who kinda looks Jimmy the Intern also wearing a top hat, monocle and twirly moustache, but this one is also holding a gun to Regis’s pet dog. The first ‘producer’ points to the dog, and then at Regis, and then at Adrian, again urging him to continue the game. Regis slumps his head.] Regis: ..Okay. Yay. You won. Our next question, I-.... [Regis looks over the question, then back at the ‘producers.’ The 2nd ‘producer’ cocks the gun.] Regis: ...SO, Adrian, for 150,000 dollars... Why is Nextwave, so awesome? Adrian: Are you kidding me? Is this a trick question? This is! This is a trick question, isn’t it? Regis: ...No. Adrian: Well Reeg, I mean... Why AREN’T we so awesome?! I mean fuck, I own a Giant Robot. Do YOU own a Giant Robot, Regis? Regis: No... Adrian: Didn’t think so. Besides the robot, I mean... well, look at us. I’m a fricken Tag Team God. I’ve a fairly good track record of winning titles no matter where I go, that’s gotta matter for something right? Then you’ve got Cecil, who’s kinda following in my footsteps. Cecil: HEY! Adrian: Well it’s true! We both won titles pretty quickly into our careers. We both teamed up with guys who taught how to be fucking awesome. [Adrian grins. Cecil rolls his eyes.... but smirks too.] Adrian: And yknow, theres the other fact. The fact a LOT of people take for granted. A lot of guys, they look at me, or they look at Cecil, and all they see is our height. They see two tiny cruiserweights, one of whom is a rookie, and they immediately think ‘easy win.’ But Reeg, and here’s the thing, me and Ceece? We’ve known each other since... what, like first grade? Cecil: Second. Adrian: Second. We’ve been best friends for the last... 20+ years. We have an incredible chemistry together. Outside, and especially INSIDE that ring. [‘Producer’ #1 runs over and hands Regis a new set of cue cards.] Regis: (reading from the cards) ...But your opponents at this... PPV thing, they’re all family with each other. And two of the teams are twins. Larry from 3's Company, sitting next to Cecil: TWINS! [Cecil bitchslaps Larry from 3's Company.] Regis: ...How can you honestly say you have better chemistry than them? Adrian: Well for one, we don’t have to worry about being distracted by Samantha Bevins’s A**h**e. [Adrian grins. Regis begins shaking violently. He falls out of the floor, foaming at the mouth and still shaking.] Woman: Oh my god he’s having a seizure!! Somebody help him!! [Cecil hops over the barricade for the crowd, and walks over to the stage.] Cecil: Hey man, you okay? Regis: AFNSJKFNESWIHGIEUFH KDJHKJFGJHKDJGKD D! Cecil: ...Ahh, he’s fine! Brando- I mean, ‘Producer #1:’ Hey, we still got a show to do here! Cecil: He’s right.... [Cecil grabs Regis’s cue cards, and hops over his drooling, shaking form, taking his place in the chair opposite Adrian. And out of nowhere, he’s also wearing a monocle, top hat a little twirly moustache.] Cecil: So, Adrian, you were saying? Adrian: Yeah, I was answering that other guy’s completely non-premade question about our opponents at Rain of Terror. The reason we’re better, the reason we deserve to be, and the reason we WILL be the ICWF Tv Tag Team Champions... Well, look at the competition. The “Perfectly Perfect Duo” have to be the most white bread bunch of men ever created in the history of women not doing the smart thing and getting rid of the waste of space of a child, ever. Cecil: Perfectly whitebread. The ONLY thing they seem to have going for them is the whole ‘twin’ thing,- Larry from 3's Company: TWINS!!! [Cecil stands up, walks over, and once again bitchslaps Larry from 3's Company. He then takes his seat on the stage again. All pretense of this being a real episode of “Who wants to be a Millionare” is all but gone now.] Adrian: That, and Samantha Bevin’s cavernous a**h**e. [Adrian looks down to the floor at Regis, who’s still spasming and drooling. Someone should probably help him. Maybe later.] Cecil: And their not even the ONLY team of twins in this shindig! Larry from 3's Compay: TW- [Cecil raises his hand. Larry from 3's Company shuts up.] Adrian: Oh god, Nuff Said. “Keith and Steve.” REALLY?! Cecil: Apparently these guys are so generic, they don’t even deserve last names. Adrian: Now THAT’s E‘Nuff Said. Cecil: Ha! I dunno though, they did seem to have some weird ability to make the crowd randomly decide to boo us on Thursday. Adrian: ...Yeah, they did. That was awkward. Cecil: Y’know what that means? Adrian: Their WITCHES! Cecil: I was thinking ‘Mutants,’ but uh... sure. Adrian: Nigga please. Their not cool enough to be mutants. THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE LAST NAMES! [The still-seizure frame of Regis vomits at the sound of the word ‘Nigga.’ However because he’s having a seizurific breakdown, the vomit flies all over himself. Nextwave pay him no mind. As usual.] Cecil: ...Good point. How about the Rossi’s? Adrian: The Rossis, what about the Rossis? Couple’a Italian losers. Typical wrestling stereotype #304949594-b. Talk a lot of sh*t but can’t back it up worth a damn. Cecil: So their basically the Shiros? Adrian: Yeah, but ITALIAN! [Cecil shudders at the thought of Italian Shiros. You’d cringe too if any of you knew who the Shiros were. Luckily, you don’t. Cecil does though.] Cecil: Really, jokes aside, I think our biggest competition comes from the Perfectly Whitebread Duo. Adrian: And Samantha Bevins’s A**h**e. Also, a correction, Our ONLY competition. The Rossi’s were being laughed at and mocked by everyone BEFORE we even came on the scene, and as for “Kamikaze” Keith and “Suicidal” Steve... Cecil: I’d be “suicidal” too if I didn’t have a last name. Adrian: Heh, yeah. Fact is, they could be all be related to EACH other, and it wouldn’t make a difference. They still don’t do what Nextwave does in that ring. Cecil: No sir. Adrian: We are pranksters, jokers, we like to have fun, but... we’re also students of the game. While everyone else is gonna push us off as “those new guys” and not worry about us, we’re gonna be studying every tape we can. We’ll be learning every weakness we can find. And we’ll be- Cecil: Coming up with the most badass and epic tag moves in history to exploit those weakness. Adrian: Yeah, that. We’ve already spent, what? 20 or so hours practicing for this match? Cecil: And coming up with the most badass and epic tag moves in history to exploit all your weakness, yes. Adrian: Thank you Ted, that was the joke. Cecil: Who you callin’ Ted, foo? Adrian: You, bitch! Cecil: Oh yeah? Adrian: Yeah! Cecil: OH YEAH?! Adrian: YEAH! Cecil: OH YE- Brandon: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET BACK TO THE PROMO! [....] Adrian:... Cecil: .... Adrian: Uh, yeah, so... TV Tag Team Champions - Nextwave. I like the sound of that. How ‘bout you? Cecil: Oh, definitely. Adrian: Me too. Me too. Cecil: I know, we just established that. Adrian: ...Quiet you. [...Fade to your mother.] |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jun 23 2009, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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The Face of S.W.A.T.
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**ICWF RAIN OF TERROR FLASH FLOOD #2** ------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- - NextWave ------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- - [3:19 PM Sunday - Open up to what looks like Camp Crystal Lake, where the camera focuses on a cabin. A stereotypical ‘goth’ girl (because there’s ALWAYS one), dressed in all black with a skull on her shirt, chains hanging off her skirt and piercing everywhere, sits on a bench.] Goth: I thought I told you to get that f***in camera outta my face! What am I waiting here for again? Cameraman: Uh, one of your other roommates... Goth: She better not be some bleach blond bimbo. Cameraman: Uh, sure... [Suddenly, the camera takes notice of one of the incoming people. She’s a stick-thin bleach blonde with a mini skirt that barely covers her ass, a bright yellow t-shirt that hides boobs that are probably eight sizes too big, and black shades covering her eyes. A team of about 8 bus boys walk behind her with about 50 suitcases. She notices the camera and breaks into a large smile.] Annoying Blonde girl: Like, HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIII! !!!!! Like oh. My. God. I like, canNOT believe I actually made it onto the show! This is gonna be like, the best time ever! Goth girl: .... Annoying Blonde: Oh, are you one of my roommates? Like, hi! I’m Amanda! It’s so like, totally awesome to meet you! Isn’t this gonna be the best? Goth girl: Don’t touch me. Amanda: I know what you mean. I’m like, sooooooooooooo dirty from the drive. I am soooooooooooooooooo ooo not used to driving in those um... What’s it called? The thing where it’s not like, flying and is like, long and yellow with that like, annoying bus driver? Goth girl: .... Amanda: Anywaaaaaayyysss! We should probably like, get going huh? Don’t wanna keep all the cute hunks waiting! [Amanda walks off inside the cabin, her army of bus boys trail along behind her.] Goth Girl: I’m going to shank her in her sleep. [4:24 PM - Sunday. Camp Crystal Lake, outside the cabin. A horrendous and monster reincarnation of a Cadillac lugs it’s way to the front of the cabin. When we say it’s a monster incarnation, we’re talking about the normal caddy frame turned ghetto trash gangsta wannabe with ridiculous suspensions, gay pink-neon bars stuck on the sides, and those tire-rims that spin at 88 miles per hour. Only everything previously listed is so poor and cheap that none of it works, so it’s basically just a crappy Cadillac with crappy modifications to transform it into one big Frankenstein of crap. The Crappy comes to a halt and from it emerges two men, both in oversized suits with the pants sagging and messy ties that almost touch the ground. Both men have short black hair and a very noticeable five ‘o clock shadow. The two of them had a couple stickey-notes slapped on their chests saying, “Joe” and “Moe”. Goth chick is still sitting on the bench, glaring evilly at the two now-approaching “gangsters”] Goth Chicky: Great… Another group of drawl rejects come to manically depress my maniacally depressed life. How appalling. “Joe”: Ey, whatta is this crazy mashugana talkin’ about….G? ”Moe”: Thinks we gots us a bit ‘o wise one eh, Johnny? ”Joe”: It’s “Joe” ya crazysonofalinguini . “Moe”: Who ya callin’ a crazy son of a linguini ya shmuck? “Joe”: I’m callin’ YOU a linguini, chump. ‘Ey you, whatta you’a mean, “another group”, huh? Goth Chick: Ugh, don’t even mention it. I’ve had more enjoyable times with a handful of suicidal lemmings than having to endure those… dire people. [She sighs heavily and taps on the cabin wall behind her. Four people suddenly exit from the cabin, almost equally as annoying and uninspiring to look at as The Italian Jobbers standing next to Goth Chick… If you haven’t guessed, two of them are preppie college idiot-twins with blonde hair and propped collars while the other two are… cardboard cutouts being held by Jimmy the intern and Brandon Young. The cutouts have, “I DON’T HAVE A LAST NAME” written on them with black sharpie. Amanda follows them all out, eyes oogling with excitement between the two twins and the cutouts.] Amanda: Like, sooooooo I can’t help but NOTICE that you can’t, like, SOOOOOOOO totally not take your eyes off me! That’s like, cutesy wutesy! Goth Chick: She said with oh so much delight towards the cardboard. Blonde Twin #1: Perfectly perfect! Blonde Twin #2: Perfection! We don’t sound perfectly gay at all! Jimmy the intern: [Moving the cardboard up and down.] I’m suicidal and don’t have a last name! ‘Nuff said! Brandon: [Doing the same.] Same! Only I’m a kamikaze! Did I mention I don’t have a last name? ‘Nuff said! Goth: Ugh, I can’t believe I’m wasting my time here… Looks like the last two are finally here as well. [A shadow looms over the ground where the Crappy is parked.] Amanda: Oh. My. Like. God. [Rosie, the gigantic Optimus Prime-lookalike, lands on top of the Crapallic, both destroying and making it more worthwhile than it had originally been… Which is to say, it served more of a purpose as a stepping stone moreso than a vehicle. Exiting from the robot’s interior is Nextwave, Cecil dressed in a, “Fear is not a Number” T-shirt and black jeans, while Tanner is dressed in <Insert Tanner’s clothing here. Will Geoff get his mark?>. The two of them walk up to everyone, grins and smiles upon their faces. The Ros- er, “Joe” and “Moe” are devastated from the loss, if you could call it that, of their Crappalic.] “Joe” and “Moe”: EY WHATTA YOU’A- [Tanner holds out his hand in a halting gesture.] Adrian: -Frrrrrrrrrrrom now on, you two are no longer allowed to talk when you are in the same room or outsidey-area as me, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkay ? “Joe”: You crazy m- Adrian: -IIIIIIF you disobey that rule one more time, I’m going to sick perfectly perfect dull-guys on you where they’ll beat your talentless asses yet again. Cecil: Where their egos will be fed just QUITE enough of jobber ala carte that they think they’ll have enough potency to keep up with skills of our magnitude. Adrian: It’s a trap! [Brandon Young cheers from behind his cardboard cutout. Nextwave lost a bet to him, it seems.] Cecil: Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a cabin to check out. [Nextwave makes their way inside the cabin, all eyes trailing their movements as they wade past twins and non-twins alike. An ominous narrating voice begins to speak.] Narrator: With the final guests arriving, all plans had been set into motion… Unbeknownst to them all, they were all purposely invited here for the sole entertainment of viewers everywhere… For they were all supposed to live together under one roof IN…. THE REAL WORD – ICWF EDITION! [The voice laughs maniacally while the screen fades to black. After a few seconds, the shot cuts back into the living room of the cabin. 7:37 P.M., Sunday – Camp Crystal Lake. Nextwave, Amanda, Goth Chick, and the wannabe gangsta urban ghetto trash-brothers are all sitting around a large oaken table, conversing with one another. It was actually more like Amanda was doing the talking, Goth Chick was stereotypical sighing and then swearing to the lord Cthullhu, Rossi- er, wannabe gangsta trash-brothers sounding like a cheap rip-off of a Robert Dinero impression, and of course Nextwave sitting there quietly, completely baffled by the levels of idiocy they have to endure. The stories we could tell you… Instead of story telling, Cecil decides to just put his hand to his face while Adrian sighs.] Amanda: Like, what is UP, guys? Adrian: Well ‘manda, we’ve only been here for three hours and I already have heard enough to wish someone would kill me and end my misery in this god-forsaken cabin. Goth Chick: I could arrange that…. Amanda: Like, put that frown upside down, frowny-bear! [Adrian’s body twitches.] Adrian: …Don’t ever say that again. The list of things that we could come up with to tell WHY I for one already hate this idea. Cecil: The list indeed! First there was the incident with the Perfect Perfect Duds trying to make a fire. Amanda: Like, hey! Cutie and Cutacious couldn’t have known that their hair would catch on fire from the slightest of like… sparks! Cecil: Uh huh. It wasn’t surprising considering those guys must spray like GALLONS of that shit on to keep their warped sense of “perfection” in line. Moving on the list, there was another incident involving the lemming’s version of The Brothers Grimm. Goth Chick: Two guys named after some shape or form of killing themselves fighting a bear and an owl… It was like being embraced by the sweet and sleek blade of a razorblade – So sexy and filled with bloody carnage. Adrian: …Which is why they are now lemmings. Cardboard lemmings, but lemmings nonetheless. Cecil: It would have been a great fight if they actually TRIED to look like they were fighting instead of… looking like they were having an exploratory rectumdectomy. [Everyone gives Cecil a weird look.] Cecil: Did you SEE the cutout after the bear and the owl were done? The guy’s lower torso was completely missing and there were owl feathers f(bleep)in’ EVERYWHERE. Adrian: Is rectumdectomy an actual medical term? Cecil: Moving along… Then there’s you four… The completely useless Ros- er, “wannabe gangsta Mafioso trash” that hasn’t done… well, ANYTHING important or worthwhile… and the even more useless Amanda and Goth Chick, who, and let’s be frank here… Adrian: Don’t really have any relevance whatsoever for our upcoming match, YET are more entertaining and actually viewable than the other three “teams”? Cecil: Aside from watching ‘Nuff Said get mauled by a bear ‘n owl combo, yeah pretty much. Ratings would SKYROCKET if it actually happened if you think about it. Think about our trip to China and us er… “Refurbishing” the monk’s temple there. Adrian: Good times… Still, being stuck in this cabin isn’t gonna do us much good. Just makes me wish that w- [Suddenly all the lights in the cabin turn off. The refrigerator/ freezer in the kitchen stops running and ceases all ice-making procedures. An unidentified vibrating noise from the PPD’s room goes silent. Crickets suddenly chirp REALLY loudly, enhancing the effect that one doesn’t necessarily hear everything when focusing on seeing things. All those sounds had been there before, but all the viewer heard was the voices in a promo. Really makes one think. If one WAS thinking, they would risk not paying enough attention to realize that there was movement going on in the living room, followed by the muffled scream of a girl. The lights turn back on randomly.] Adrian: Well, that was weird… Now Ceece, I know you’re afraid of the dark but could you not do that little muffled scream with your hand-thing next ti- [Adrian looks to where Cecil was, only to find that he was not there at all. Both gangsta twins were missing as well.] Adrian: Well… Ain’t this a mystery. [8:50 P.M., Sunday – Camp Crystal Lake cabin. Everyone is looking throughout the various rooms of the cabin, searching for Cecil Kennedy and the ghetto trash. Adrian is leaning against a wall in one of the rooms, looking casual. ‘Nuff said – That is, Brandon Young with a cardboard cutout missing it’s ass and Jimmy the Intern with a cutout missing it’s head – walk by the room and spot Adrian not really helping with the search.] Brandon: Tanner! The HELL you doin’, man? Your man Cecil is missing and you’re just leaning against the wall there like some retro dipshit? Y’do realize that you couldn’t even be MORE of an ass if you thought about what the wall might be th- Adrian: Please. I already busted out a Dr. Cox rant earlier this promo, save it. ‘Sides, Cecil’s either taking out the trash with the Super Trash Brothers or getting his ass beat 2v1. More than likely it isn’t the latter so I’m not worried. What’s the worst that could happen? [An extremely loud scream coming from outside the cabin makes everyone dash outside. Amanda is seen by the door, sobbing like crazy. On the ground in front of the cabin lies a very… dead wannabe urban ghetto gangsta trash brothers. Cecil is nowhere in sight. Adrian, suddenly obtaining the ability to diagnose any sort of illness or injury, bends over to check the cause of death.] Adrian: Both men’s necks have been… snapped. Based on the angles of which direction the necks were pulled and the severe joint-dislocation here, here, and here-[Adrian points to a few spots around the collarbone.] -we can assume this was done from a, “Sit on the top of your back while I simultaneously put all my weight on your neck while snapping it” position. I hate to say it but… Amanda: Like, Great Scott! Who could do such a horrible like, thing!? Adrian: Like I said… I’d hate to say it but… Cecil’s the only guy I know who would know how to do this, let alone take the time to somehow get the other guy to watch and sit still while he did it on his brother. Goth Chick: This night might be the best night ever. Adrian: …I know I was hating these guys, but Cecil can’t have hated them more than I did to go this far… It doesn’t make sense. I dunno… Brandon, Jimmy, what you guys think? [Adrian turns around, much to his dissatisfaction, to see the fifth-grader’s standard of perfection (IN STEREO) standing in front of him, blocking his view. He shoos them away, only to see even MORE dissatisfaction as it is revealed that both Brandon and Jimmy are gone. Much to his even FURTHER dissatisfaction, the cutouts of the Lemming brothers were gone too. Adrian didn’t have much time to miss them, however, as screams were heard from above and down came the cutouts, dropping from the sky. Seeing as how they were just cardboard, the landing didn’t really make much of an impact, but god bless Adrian Tanner… He sold it like it was real.] Adrian: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO! THIS ISN’T TRUE, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! [Adrian runs over to the cutouts, kneeling down next to the cutout that had no head.] Adrian: Speak to me… uh… Damn… Who were you again? If only you had a last name… I could have called both of you that instead of not caring to learn your first names and nicknames. [He shakes his fist at the sky.] Adrian: WHY! We had so much to teach each other… So much we could have shared with one another, THAT would have been ‘nuff said… Could Cecil really be doing this!? If he was then… THEY should be gone by now… [Adrian turns back over to the fake-yet-accurate PPD look-alikes with a hopeful look on his face. Nope, they’re still there, however Amanda and Goth Chick are gone.] Blonde Twin #1: Hey… this couldn’t be more perfect! Blonde Twin #2: Hey, you’re perfectly right! You couldn’t be perfectly more perfect than the perfection of your perficity you are perfectly perfecting, Mr. perfect! [Adrian twitches. Violently.] Adrian: ….Praytell, have you ever experienced a robot-enema? Blonde Twins: What? No… those aren’t perfectly perfect in our p- [Adrian brings his wrist to his mouth.] Adrian: ROSIE, COME! [The camera zooms out so as to not show any explicit material as a gigantic robot, glistening in the moonlight quite nicely one might add, stomps on the ground violently over and over again. The view panes back to Tanner, breathing heavily and slightly out of his mind. A sudden sound from behind him makes him yelp and spin about. Cecil is standing behind him, dressed in a butcher’s apron, a mask resembling those deku people from Legend of Zelda, and a meat cleaver in his left hand. Tanner’s mind is most likely going to split any second.] Cecil: Yo. [RIP.] Adrian: ….The f(bleep). Cecil: It’s the 13th! We’re at Camp Crystal Lake for Christ sakes! How does anyone not get this!? [RIP. Adrian’s mind cracks again, but this time it somehow glues itself altogether like magic, leaving him to be sane, but still distraught with the emotions.] Adrian: …You f(bleep)ing f(bleep)! That’s FRIDAY the 13th! Today is Sunday! Cecil: …Oh. Adrian: OH!? Cecil: Oh. It explains why everyone’s been running from me to their deaths. Adrian: OH!? Wait, what? Cecil: What, you think I would actually kill these people out of disdain? I’m not Psychotic Goth, you know. Adrian: …Like anyone will get that joke but me. What the hell, man!? Cecil: Well, you see… Me thinking it was the 13th and all, I rigged the lights to go out, which they did… Then, while they were out, I got dressed in this, held out a plate of lasagna in front of the gangsta trash’s face like a carrot-on-a- stick, and BAM! Lights came back on, they saw me, ran away like little girls, fell off those cabin steps- [He points to the cabin steps. It’s like two steps from ground to cabin.] Cecil: -and broke their necks upon impact. Adrian: Wha- No, that can’t be! I checked them, they had fractures in their collars and the evidence proves that someone YANKED the bones straight out of the sockets! Cecil: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ease. All this TV-Title talk has made you CSI-obsessed. You outta be in one of those commercials where the guy tells the criminal how he should bury him and what’s gonna lead CSI to finding him. Adrian: …That’d be awesom- Don’t change the subject! So, what if I believe that then. Where were you? Cecil: Based on your epic yells of intense drama, you know where I was: After seeing these two idiots break their own necks, I went up and hid in the attic until I could recollect myself. Surprised the fuck out of me when I saw the Lemming twins up there, though. Guess they were more surprised than I was, considering they stuck true to their nicknames. [Cecil points to the two cardboard cutouts. Adrian looks around.] Adrian: What about Brandon and Jimmy? Cecil: I think they went inside Rosie. Adrian: Ah… well, I guess that solves that then. Cecil: Yep. What happened here? [Cecil motions towards Rosie’s feet.] Adrian: That? Uh, nuthin’. Just a perfectly perfect waste of our time. Cecil: Eh, what can you do. I think the message was put out there well enough: In most scenarios, we don’t even NEED to do anything and teams will wipe out themselves. Adrian: -and in those other cases when we actually NEED to do something… Well, we’ll take advantage and overcome. Put us in the ring, we’re golden. Put a chair in our hands, and we’ll get the entire crowd to start chanting, “We will rock you” by Queen, using the chairs as rhythm. Give us a ladder? Cecil: We’ll climb that puppy and bust out some of the sweetest s(bleep)t you’ll ever see in Tag-team wrestling today. Why? Adrian: Because we are… Nextwave! The First and NEW TV-Tag Title Champions! [Both men assume epic pose position #152DR-1; The Criss-Crossing Power Rangers pose to form N and W and explosions booming behind them. Ah, what the hell. A 10 foot wave surges behind them as well. Fade to something that will never be as epic as this.] |
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| Arizona's Most Wanted | Jun 23 2009, 10:06 PM Post #3 |
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The Face of S.W.A.T.
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**ICWF RAIN OF TERROR** Gates: We love our ICWF fans just as much as they love us Gerald! But tonight is about champions and sacrifice Gerald. It's about history making events, and our match up next personifies all that! Casale: It sure does Barry... damn it I can hardly hear you over this screaming crowd! But like I was saying, you're right Barry, it's all about making history and our next match will re-write the history books as ICWF will crown _NEW_ ICWF Tag Team Television champions. Say that three times fast Barry! Gates: I won't even try Gerald. But folks, you at home watching, just like my colleague said, the history books will be looking to be re-written as we crown new ICWF Television tag team champions. The competition won't be light either Gerald. You have Perfectly Perfect Duo, The Rossi's, Nuff' Said and the newest tag team in ICWF, NextWave! Casale: I'll tell you what Barry. You could put all those names in a hat and pick one and any of them would make deserving champions. But I got my money on the Studd's, Barry. Gates: You are right about the picking a name Gerald. These four teams deserve to be in that ring. It would be hard to bet against the Studd's, but with the problems seeming to brew between them and Samantha Bevins... they will all have to be on the same page here to pull this off tonight. Casale: Don't worry about it big man. I was talking to the lovely and talented Sammy earlier tonight and she promised me that her and her men were all on the same page. In fact she told me they were the most focused she had ever seen them. Gates: Let's hope so, cause any slip up, any miscue and you could be on the outside looking in. ___ | \___________ _________ _________ _________ _____ | |\ \ ICWF TELEVISION TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH! | | |/ /----------- --------- --------- --------- ----| | / FOUR-TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH!!! | | |\ \----------- --------- --------- --------- ----| |_| \_\ | RAIN OF THE ROSSIS | TERROR VS. | 2_0_0_9 NEXTWAVE | | | VS. | |_ _| 'NUFF SAID | | | VS. | | | PERFECTLY PERFECT DUO | | |___________ _________ _________ _________ _____| |_| [DING! DING! DING!] Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOO!! ! Casale: And here we go! Slick Mick: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OUR NEXT MATCH IS A FOUR WAY ELIMINATION TAG TEAM MATCH FOR THE *NEEEEEEWWWWWW* ICWF TAG TEAM TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIPS! Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO! I-C-DUB! I-C-DUB! I-C-DUB! Casale: THIS PLACE IS DEAFENING! Gates: WHAT?!? Casale: EXACTLY... EXACTLY! ['Music begins to blare signaling the arrival of the Rossi's...] Gates: The first of our four teams here in the elimination match! THE ROSSI'S!! Casale: Don't sell these guys short either Barry. Old School tough Italians, if they don't a win... they mamma smack a dem in dee mouth!! Gates: WOULD YOU STOP! Casale: What? You never seen Soprano's or any other Mob movie? There all more afraid of their mothers then anybody else! Slick Mick: OUR FIRST TEAM, COMING DOWN THE AISLE. THEY BOTH HAIL FROM LINDEN , NEW JERSEY BY WAY OF PALERMO , ITALY . WEIGHING A COMBINED FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX POUNDS. HERE IS CATTIVO AND LUCA.... THHHHHHHEEEEEEE ROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSIIIIIIII' S!! Crowd: BOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! Gates: And the Rossi's not a very popular tag team to these fans. Listen to the disdain from this crowd! Casale: Luca and Cattiva could care less Gates. Their eye is on the prize! [Cattiva and Luca walk down in their usual in-ring attire. Making sure the fans don't touch them as they head to the ring. They slide under the bottom rope then raise their arms getting a booing response. Luca shrugs them off as Cattiva jaws at a few in the front row.] Slick Mick: and coming down the aisle! Gates: Here comes 'Nuff Said! Casale: Ah... whatever.... Gates: What do you mean whatever? These guys have a legitimate shot at becoming champions! Casale: Yeah.. but they could of been so much more. Instead look at them. Playing to this crowd. [Casale is right as the brown haired identical twins walk out, slapping hands with the fans and fist pumping on their way down the aisle. Gates: They look charged. Casale: Kind of like your hair Barry. I was going to ask, did you use a little volume or gel in the hair piece? Were you going for a messy spike look but the horse hair wouldn't stay up? Gates: WOULD YOU STOP. I PUT NOTIHNG IN MY HAIR AND YOU KNOW THAT GERALD. I'VE BEEN SPOTING THE SAME STYLE SINCE WAY BACK IN 1996!! Casale: So it's kind of like a 'retro wig' then right, never loses it's cool? Gates: I'm not going to even acknowledge this conversation. Slick Mick: COMING DOWN THE AISLE. WITH A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE POUNDS. THEY HAIL FROM NIAGRA FALLS NEW YORK . HERE IS KEITH AND STEVE.... 'NUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF FFF SAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII IDDDDDDDDDD! ! Gates: A good pop for the identical twins from New York .. Casale: I always hated fan lovers you know? I mean these people take great teams and turn them into cry baby losers. Gates: The fans are why we are here Gerald! Casale: Speak for yourself. I'm here for the drinks, money and the hot ladies in bikini's! Gates: I should have known. ['Nuff Said walk up the steps and dip through the ropes. The two teams instantly start to jaw back and fourth as the ref tries to keep the peace.] SLICK MICK: THE THIRD TEAM OF THE EVENING.... [The lighting over the arena goes completely out.] "Yeah!" [White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" begins to blast throughout the arena.] Slick Mick: BEING ACCOMPANIED BY SAMANTHA BEVINS.. THEY HAVE A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FIVE HUNDRED AND FIVE POUNDS. HERE IS MAX AND LANCE STUDD... THE PERFECTLY PERFECT DUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOO OO!! "I am the Astro-Creep A demolition style Hell American freak" [The crowd breaks into a heel pop as "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walks out. Samantha is looking glamorous, as always. She grins deviously and stands with her hands on her hips.] Casale: Sweet Lord she looks smokin Barry! She must have changed from when i saw her earlier. I would marry her in a second flat. Gates: You and half the roster Gerald. Samantha Bevins, beautiful as always! "I am the crawling dead A phantom in a box Shadow in your head" [The lights pop back on as none other than The PPD, Lance and Max Studd walk out behind The Sensuous One. Lance and Max both wear black wrestling tights and old school "PPD" t-shirts. Lance sports lime green knee pads and boots while Max's are bright yellow. Samantha begins to walk to the ring as the Studd brothers follow closely behind.] "Say acid suicide Freedom of the blast Read the fucking lines" [Samantha stops in front of the squared circle to allow Lance and Max to enter first. Lance jaws off to the fans in the front row as he enters the ring. Max enters behind Lance. Samantha climbs into the ring under the second and enters.] "Scratch off the broken skin Tear into my heart make Me do it again yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah" [Samantha walks to the center of the ring as Lance and Max stand on either side of her.] "More Human than Human More Human than Human More Human than Human More Human than Human More Human than Human More Human than Human" [The crowd boos the trio as the music begins to fade out.] Casale: Max and Lance look all business here tonight Gates. Scowling, focused. These guys are none to happy they were overlooked for the World Tag team championships. Gates: Having Breaser being managed by Sammy doesn't help either Gerald. These guys will be looking to prove a point here tonight. Casale: Okay, okay I’ll admit that Samantha has been a little.... distracted with Breaser, Marcus Davis and so fourth. But she's with them tonight, they should feel lucky to have such a talented, beautiful woman in their corner. [Suddenly, ominous music begins playing as spotlights start a blinding strobe light effect that's really more annoying than cool, but hey, shut up. That's kinda what we're going for here, okay? Who are you to question us anyways?!!!] Casale: What in the hell is this?! [Ahem. Anyways. Blinding strobe lights flash all around the arena, blinding everyone who hasn't shut their eyes, which is probably everyone because they weren't really expecting this. Then a loud siren begins ringing loudly. What the fuck is going on? Maybe there's a fire. Please god don't let the sprinkler system randomly come on right now. That'd suck.] [Nope. No sprinklers. Yet, at least. But man, those lights, and that siren. Fucking shut up, already!] *Darkness* [Oh hey, that actually worked! Well except now it's all dark and shit. This is even worse. Oh wait, here we go. Lights! And now there's a.... what the hell? There's a white screen lowering to the ground between the top of the ramp and the stage. Like one of those projector screens, only there's black cardboard pieces taped to it to make it look like a giant tv. Look! Up in the sky! ...No, it's not Superman. It's a, hey, it's a projector! And it's... projecting onto the screen. Various footage flashes by on the projector, like someone changing channels. It stops on one of them.] Announcer: Cheers! Is taped whenever we f*ckin feel like it. [The scene on the screen shows the Cheers! Bar in Chicago . Sam Malone and the gang are all there, enjoying some nice tasty brews.] Sam Malone: So any chance the White Sox'll make the playoffs this year? Cliff: Eh, I doubt it Sammy. Not enough firepower on that team. [Suddenly, the door to the bar, opens and two people walk in. It's Adrian Tanner Jr, and Cecil Kennedy.] Everyone in the bar: NEXT WAVE! [The channel changes to the opening of the anime, BLEACH!] #ienai itami kanashimi de kizu tsuita kimi yo kesenai kako mo seoi atte ikou ikiru koto wo nage dasanai de tsunaida kimi no te wo# #WOOOOOO!# #WOOOOOOOOOO! # B*L*E*A*C*H* ! [Badass substitute-turned real soul reaper Ichigo Kurasaki stands his ground, poised in front of some super-huge awesome mega-shadow ready to destroy the world with one punch from it's pinky finger. All of his friends have been neutralized. Uryu's energy arrows are out of energy, Chad 's arm is broken. Rukia is... well, she's Rukia, so she's the one their trying to save.] Ichigo: You bastard! I'll kill you! Super-awesome- mega-shadow: HA HA HA! No you wont. Ichigo: Yes I will! I'll Kill yo- Voice: HANG ON ICHIGO! [Suddenly, two new people enter the fray. It's ANIME NEXTWAVE! Anime versions of Adrian and Cecil hop down from a nearby roof, both are dressed in the classic Soul Reaper outfit.] Ichigo: what the fu- Anime Adrian : Don't worry Ichigo. We got this covered. Anime Cecil: How the f*ck do you play this game again? I don't see an A button anywhere. Anime Adrian: ...Here we go! [Anime Adrian pulls out a sword.] Anime Adrian: GO Insert name for Japanese Gun-Blade here! Ichigo: .... Super-awesome- mega-shadow: .... [Anime Adrian's puny little normal sword suddenly transforms into a super-mega-badass GUNBLADE. Anime Adrian merely so much as POINTS the gunblade at the shadow and it explodes into a bazillion pieces.] Anime Adrian: Whelp, our work here is done. Anime Cecil: Where the hell is my memory card!? Ichigo ............ ......... . [Suddenly the scene changes again. This time it's downtown Angel Grove, where Rita Repulsa has set another crazy evil monster on the heels of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers~ The Power Rangers have gathered in their badass Robot, the MegaZord, but are still having trouble fighting off the monster.] Red Ranger: Nothing's stopping it! Pink Ranger: There has to be something! Yellow Ranger: We can't give up! Black Ranger: This is cus I'm black, aint it? Crazy evil monser: Hahahahah! You will not beat me this time Power Rangers!!!! Yellow Ranger: What can we do? Red Ranger: We'd better call the Dragon Zord... Voice #1: Pfft. Dragon-zord? More like 'fagon-zord, " amirite? Voice #2: YEAH! Red/Pink/Yellow/ Black: .... Blue Ranger: *Delayed* Blue Ranger: ..... [The camera cuts to two figures standing on a roof.] Pink Ranger: Hey, what're you guys doing? Cecil: Saving your ass. Adrian : As usual. Evil Monster: I don't care who it is! I'll kill you all!!! Adrian : Riiiiight. [ Adrian pulls out a remote, and presses a button.. Suddenly, Nextwave's Giant Robot, Rosie flies into the shot, armed with a nuke on its back.] Evil Monster: OHSHI- Power Rangers: NO! DO- Adrian: FIRE IN THE HOLE! *BOOOOOOM!!! * [A huge explosion rocks both the tv-world and the real world. The screen catches on FIRE as weird.... dolphin sounds echo through the building.] # Boku miteru kimi Kashikoi iruka Dolphin kick Shinayaka yoru oyogu PUURU suimen no Baby's trick Wha fushigi Level Maxxx Sonna PEESE ga yokattari to kasuru no ga hiniku# [The dolphin sounds turn into J-Techno icons SOUL'D OUT as "Iruka" starts blaring through the P.A. The fire burns a perfect hole through the "TV" part of the projection screen, revealing NEXTWAVE, in true life, standing behind it.] #Itsu no ma ni ka sasoi komarete zabbu~n Tabun RIIDO sarete... mada kasunde mieru Gekkou ga jama shitari shite "Nani mo ki ni shinaide" tte amaete Oikakete sou muchuu de Oyuugi suichuu no yumi shubidoubi Futari dake no World soshite subete shitteru My girl# [Both members of Nextwave wear black and cyan pants, with their last name's down each side of them, and black windbreaker jackets with a cyan Superman "S" symbol on the back, with "NW" spraypainted in between the symbol in cyan lettering as well.] #Un...hashaida Innocent child Oh! Otonabita SUTAIRU nante ANBARANSU na Yume risou e ni egaita you na dekisu gi no Drama. It's like dat "Mou ni-juu-go META dake" "Mou muri da yo" Boyaku boku wo egao de sururito kawashite... # [They step out from the burning projection screen... and an army of creepy-looking mascots follow behind them. 5 Alfs, 5 Power Rangers, 2 guys in a Mr. Ed costume, a bunch of hot Sailor Moon cos-players, the cast of the Little Mermaid on Ice, a couple Teletubbies, Barney the Dinosaur, Barney the Flintstone, a couple guys dressed up as "World's Most Giant Doctor" from Scrubs, a group of life-size muppets from Sesame Street, Mureil, Eustice, Courage, Foxtrot, and the crazy chicken from outer space from Courage the Cowardly Dog. Cow and Chicken, Buzz Lightyear. And their all led by an army of creepy looking... Dolphin-men. ...And their all dancing along perfectly in synch with the music.] #(Diggy-MO') Tokutoku kodou oto Tsutawaru "What's goin'on?" Gikochi nai mada konnamon "What's goin'on?" Chokuchoku kao wo agete naito miushinai sou na Diamond# [Nextwave make their way down the stage towards the ring, slapping hands along the way. Their army of mascots following behind.] "Slick" Mick Karch voice-over: Introducing now... Hailing from Tucson , Arizona and Sunnyvale , Ca... Gates: ...Why are they doing a voice-over when he's right THERE? Casale: ...I have no idea. "Slick" Mick Karch voice-over: At a total combined weight of 459 Pounds. Adrian Tanner Jr, Cecil Kennedy... [KENNEDY!!!] [Nextwave continue down the ramp. They stop at the end of the stage, and Adrian lowers his head, readying for the usual ritual.] "Slick" Mick Karch voice-over: This. Issssssssssssssss #Kyuu ni KUURU nisaretto choushi kuruu mukuchi Futsuu nidou mite mo yappa saikou You so cuty koushite Soshite yagate to tha to tha to tha Top Secret# [ Adrian raises his arms in the air and throws his head back.] "Slick" Mick Karch voice-over: NEEEEEXXXXTTTTT WAAAAAVVVEEEEE! !!!! *BOOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* #Saisho kkara STuTTA-LuTTA Futari ga oyogu iruka dattara Konna yonaka dakara Suichuu yuuei Quick,Quick, Quick,Quick Turn# [a blinding white flash of pyro and fire EXPLODES behind our heroes. Because the stage is so packed with dancing mascots, some of them accidentally get set on fire by the flames. So we now have dancing mascots, and mascots running around insanely cause, yknow, their on fire and all. As usual, Nextwave are not phased.] #Me wo sukoshi ake mieta koukei amari ni Yabai mattaku maicchau na Mata kokkara MAKIN'MO'BETTER Hitotsu he Quick,Quick, Quick Turn# [Nextwave slide into the ring, and jump onto opposite corners. While their 'entourage (those that weren't set ablaze) dance around the ring. Adrian making a gun motions, while Cecil does his usual "egg" signal for the Chrono Trigger. Adrian cocks and fires the 'gun' and both men jump down and take off their ring jackets, and continue their warm up. The mascots all dance their way back up the ramp and out of the building as the music dies out.] Gates: Always the entertainers. ... NextWave with an entrance for the ag........ Casale: OH LUCA NAILS ADRIAN TANNER FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE AND ALL MAYHEM BREAKING LOOSE HERE!! [Indeed. Luca smashes Tanner in the corner as Cattiva struggles with Clyde . Max and Keith put each other over the ropes and go punch for punch on the outside as Lance and Steve exchange chops in the corner. As if on cue, All men who had the advantage are now on the receiving end! The ref runs around the ring trying to get everybody separated. Sammy hides by the ring post cheering her men on.] Gates: The ref trying to regain control of this match as all teams want to win! Looks like he has restored order in this match. He has ordered Luca and Tanner to start us off. Casale: This is going to be great.... if I could keep my eyes of Samantha! Touching that would be a violation of the health and food act I swear! Gates: Would you stop! [Luca and Tanner lock up with Tanner quickly getting the advantage and taking down Luca with a arm drag. Luca rolls back and fourth then gets to his feet, Tanner still having the hold. Luca reverses with Tanner now having his arm behind his back. Tanner reaches trying to grab at Luca who buries his head in Tanner's back. Tanner runs forward then does a baseball slide using the momentum to make Luca release the hold and slingshot through the ropes and to the outside. Cattiva, enters the ring and runs at Tanner with a big haymaker that Tanner ducks and responds with one of his own making Cattiva go over the ropes backwards and a do a drunken stagger into Luca's arms. The brothers hug, but not for long as Cecil takes them both out with a flying cannonball from the apron!] Gates: NextWave have both Rossi's on the defensive here. NextWave looking sharp in the opening minutes! Casale: NextWave better pace themselves. There are three other teams in this match. You can't be flying and bouncing all over the place the whole time. You got to pace yourself in these kind of matches. CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NEXTWAVE! NEXTWAVE! NEXTWAVE! [Luca rolls back into the ring as Cattiva goes back to his corner. Luca points at Tanner then turns and smacks Keith of 'Nuff Said on the shoulder. Keith enters the ring only to have Luca smash him in the back of the neck then throw him towards Tanner!] Gates: Luca smashing Keith in the neck then throwing him at Tanner! Why would he do that?! Casale: Cause it's an elimination Barry. Let the other teams eliminate each other, then move in for the kill. Great move by The Rossi's! [Tanner grabs the incoming Keith and hits an inverted atomic drop. Keith bounces up and down holding his 'friends' as Tanner knocks him down with a clothesline. . He drags Keith to his corner and tags in Cecil who jumps into the ring, jumps and bounces off the second rope and hits a twisting leg drop. He quickly picks up Keith and throws him into the ropes, Lance smacks his shoulder as he hits the ropes.] Gates: Blind tag by Lance there! Casale: And Cecil didn't even notice. [Cecil dropkicks Keith who rolls to his left just as Lance hits Cecil with a flying knee. Tanner screaming foul but the ref lets him know Lance did tag. Lance picks up Cecil and smashes some big forearms into his chest before giving him an arm wringer and moving him to his corner. Lance tags in Max who takes over the hold kicking Cecil in the ribcage as he puts pressure on the arm. Cecil tries to fight it but Max keeping the wringer on, he smashes down on the shoulder then takes him over with a big suplex! Max grabs Cecil by the hair and drags him to The Rossi's corner where Cattiva bounces up and down begging for the tag.] Gates: Cattiva looking for a little redemption here from that cannonball earlier! Casale: NextWave is going to be the first eliminated if Cecil doesn't get out of there soon. [Max tags Cattiva then holds the arm up so the Italian can bury a punch into Cecil's ribcage. Cattiva hooks a leg and takes Cecil over with a fisherman buster. Cattiva yells at Cecil in Italian then measures up and drops a knee across the throat. He goes for a pin attempt but Cecil kicks out before the ref is even in position. Cecil gets brought to his feet by Cattiva but is taken down by a swinging neck breaker. Cattiva outstretches his arms and gloats to the crowd, then goes to his corner where he hugs Luca. Cecil slowly rolls to his knees, Luca motions at Cattiva who quickly charges at Cecil only for the quick youngster to roll and tag in Steve. Steve springboards over the top rope and catches the charging Italian with a clothesline. Cattiva rolls and charges again getting taken down by another clothesline. Cattiva is mad, he slaps the mat, yelling in Italian. He gets to his feet and again sprints at Steve only to be taken up and over with a HUGE backdrop!] Gates: Cattiva airborne there! Casale: And not the way he wanted to be either! [Cattiva holds his back in pain as Steve picks him up, lands a couple stiff shots then presses him against the ropes. Steve lets off a few chops then hurls Cattiva at the other ropes, Steve stands at the far ropes waiting for him to come back but gets his head taken off by a blindside clothesline by Luca Rossi from the outside apron. Cattiva stops at the downed Steve. Drags him out to mid ring and starts old school boot screwing him like it's nobodies business. He grabs Steve by the hair, points a finger in his face while yelling at him in Italian then slaps him across the face. He picks up Steve and plants him with a DDT. Cattiva backs off and goes to scale the turnbuckle in PPD's corner. Max smacks him in the back of the head while the ref acknowledges the tag and Max is the legal man.. Cattiva mouths some Italian before being taken to his corner by Herman.] Gates: PPD smart tagging here. Coming in only when there is an advantage. Smart tag wrestling by the Studd's. Casale: What would you expect from a team managed by the sexy Samantha Bevins?! [Max picks up Steve and hoists him in the air..] Gates: Beautiful stalling suplex by Max Studd! [HOLDING..] [HOLDING...] [HOLDING.... ] [HOLDING.... .] BOOM! [The impact rocks the ring. Max 'brushes his shoulder off' then peels Steve off the canvas. He quickly grabs Steve by the neck and drops down in a modified neck/back breaker. He motions for his brother to enter the ring. Keith has seen enough and enters as well but is intercepted by The Rossi's who double clothesline him over the ropes. The Rossi's smack each other on the shoulders and trade compliments but are soon joining Keith of 'Nuff Said along with NextWave who take them over with double flying clotheslines! Max hoists the stunned Steve on his shoulders then turns away from the corner his brother Lance is perched upon.] Casale: THE PPE! [Lance flies through the air, grabbing Steve's head along the way and driving his face into the mat with a vicious bulldog!] Gates: He nailed it. MAX WITH THE PIN! THIS ONE IS ELEMENTARY! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING! DING!] Slick' Mick: 'NUFF SAID HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Casale: ONE DOWN TWO TO GO BARRY! PPD LOOKING DOMINATE. Gates: I would have to agree Gerald. The PPD looked hungry and focused. Nobody gets up from the PPE. [Max is charged up as Lance goes back to his corner. The celebration is short lived though as Luca tackles him from behind and starts raining down shots. Lance tries to get in the ring but the ref cuts him off. Cattiva uses the advantage and enters the ring with his brother. They bounce Max off the ropes and take him over with a double hip toss! Rossi's, wipe fake sweat from their brow, high five each other then drop double fist drop between the eyes of Max Studd! Herman Gehl orders Luca out of the ring who quickly complies.] Gates: The Rossi's looking solid here but Herman has told the wrong guy to leave the ring! Luca is the legal man! Cattiva keeping on top of Max however, dominating him! Casale: I don't want to talk about it! I got fifty bucks riding on this match! [Max grips at his back in agony as Cattiva grabs him by the hair and goes for a pin....] ONE! TW... [Max powers out and rolls to his knees. Cattiva rains down some shots then tags in Tanner of NextWave. Tanner runs at Max but is stopped in his tracks by a forearm low blow. The ref not sure he saw it and questions Max who shakes his head violently saying it was a 'gut shot'.] Gates: Max got away with one there! Casale: You do what you gotta do in a match like this Gates! [Max brings Tanner to his feet and rockets him into The Rossi's corner. Max runs and nails a big splash. Cattiva smacks Max on the shoulder and enters the ring. Max looks none to pleased as Cattiva rains down kicks on Tanner.] Gates: Cattiva Rossi stealing the blind tag from PPD's playbook. Max not very happy, but what goes around comes around! Casale: Yeah…, well we'll see what happens when PPD get a hold of those Italians!! [Cattiva rains down shots as unbeknownst to the ref who is blocked by Cattiva; Luca is holding Tanner by the hair so he can't move! Cattiva runs a hand through his hair then goes for a big shot, but Tanner elbows Luca in the side of the head and ducks at the very last second making Cattiva nail Luca! CROWD POP! Gates: Cattiva nailed his own brother right in the mouth with that big shot! Casale: and now he's exiting the ring to see if Luca is okay! [Cattiva consoles his brother on the outside. Luca and Cattiva begin arguing in Italian as Tanner slowly crawls towards his corner. He makes the tag and Cecil just stands there waiting. The ref count is to eight before Cattiva re-enters the ring. He looks surprised Tanner is not in the corner then turns just as Cecil grabs him and throws him in to the far turnbuckle with force. As Cattiva grabs at his back Cecil delivers a swift kick behind the knee making Cattiva take a seat.] Gates: Cecil motioning to Tanner. What is this all about? Casale: I’m not sure, but the ref has got to stop the double teaming! [Tanner obliges eagerly and steps through the ropes. He charges up then sprints across the ring and corner dropkicks Cattiva as Cecil follows in and lands the same move! Cattiva rolls around the ring, Luca seeing enough enters the ring but is met by a Daytripper superkick by Cecil as Luca spins around Tanner is on the other side and gives Luca a taste of his foot as well making the big Italian stagger around the ring and over the ropes.] Casale: NextWave nearly took Luca’s head of with that move! Casale: LAST CALL! That’s what they call it Gates! Cattiva still not moving from that Corner Death move laid on him! [As Cecil picks up Cattiva, Tanner knocks PPD off the apron with a few forearm smashes. He then springboards over the rope with a body press nailing both twins as Cecil wraps Cattiva’s arms around his own back then falls to the mat, wrapping his legs around Cattiva’s, locking him in.] Gates: CHRONO TIGER! CHRONO TIGER! CECIL HAS CATTIVA LOCKED IN THAT DEADLY SUBMISSION MOVE. LOOK AT THE FORCE BEING PUT ON HIS NECK! [DING! DING! DING!] GATES: CATTIVA YELLING HE QUITS AND THE ROSSI’S HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! WE ARE NOW DOWN TO TWO TEAMS! Casale: SAMANTHA WITH A LOW BLOW ON TANNER AND NOW LANCE STUDD JUST GIVING IT TO HIM ON THE OUTSDIE HERE! THE PPD ARE IN A BAD MOOD TONIGHT BABY! Gates: Someone get Samantha Bevins out of here! Casale: Get rid of Samantha? Then watch as the rating plummet? No thanks Barry. Samantha is protecting her men; Tanner started it by attacking them for no reason! Gates: PPD has eliminated ‘Nuff Said and now NextWave has eliminated the Rossi’s. Both teams showing their dominance here and this is only NextWaves second match! Who would have thought they would be one of the final teams?! Casale: It goes to show that anything can happen in the ICWF! [As Max is beating down Tanner, Lance quickly attacks Cecil who still has Cattiva locked in a submission. Lance drives some hard boots on the back of the neck, picks him up and powerslams him down to the canvas then hooks the leg.] ONE! TWOOO! THRE........ .....! NO! Gates: I thought it was over right there! Lance Studd almost got the pin. Casale: Samantha directing orders now. What a woman! [With Tanner still lying outside, Max enters the ring and helps Lance with Cecil by double whipping him into the far corner. Max grabs Lance and whips in towards Cecil, Lance nearly taking his head off with a HUGE clothesline! ] Gates: I THINK THAT MAY HAVE TAKEN CECIL’S HEAD OFF! THE PERFECTLY PERFECT DUO NOT HOLDING BACK. THEY WANT THOSE TITLES! Casale: GO DUO! Gates: Would you mind being an even keel commentator just once? Casale: Yes I would Barry… yes I would.. GO DUO! [The ref orders Max back to his corner as Tanner is slowly climbing up in the opposite one. Lance peels Cecil off the canvas, kisses his fist, shakes his ass then drives a fist between the eyes of Cecil knocking him back to the canvas. Lance struts around the ring, giving a flex for the crowd. He taunts Tanner who tries to enter the ring. As he does this, Max enters the ring. The brothers shoot Cecil off the ropes nailing him with a double flapjack on the way back. Max, using the momentum to roll to the outside, just as the ref turns around. Max holds up his hands saying ‘He wasn’t in the ring.’ then points at his brother who has Cecil for the pin. The ref slides in…] ONE TWO THRE….. Gates: TANNER WITH THE SAVE! AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT ADRIAN TANNER BREAKS THE COUNT AND THIS MATCH IS STILL GOING! [Tanner kicks at Lance before the ref bull rushes’ him back to his corner. Lance shakes off the kicks and picks up Cecil and walks him to his corner. Cecil fires a weak shot to the stomach that Lance neutralizes with a forearm to the neck. He tags in Max, twisting an arm as well. Max stands on the second rope and drops an elbow right on the twisted arm. Cecil holds his arm as he falls to the canvas. Max starts kicking at the arm with reckless abandon; the ref tries to intervene but his shoved on his keester!] Gates: Max’s aggression getting the best of him here. You cannot put your hands on an official and that almost cost him the match! Herman Gehl giving Max the business and now pushing him! Herman cannot and will not be bullied! Casale: Keep your cool Max! [As Herman continues his verbal warnings on Max, Cecil slowly starts crawling to his corner, as he hits mid ring, Max notices and drives a boot into the side of Cecil’s head. Tanner tries to get his teammate charged up, stomping his foot and clapping, telling the fans to help him! Crowd: CLAP-CLAP-CLAP- CLAP [Max jaws at the crowd while holding Cecil’s leg. He goes to grab the other but Cecil’s kicks him away. He goes for it again, but again Cecil kicks him away. Max angered, twists Cecil’s leg who uses the momentum to do a complete spin and send Max flying with a kick-off. Cecil crawls towards his corner.] Gates: Cecil inching closer! He is very close to Tanner’s outstretched hand here! He needs this tag. Casale: Get him Max! Think of Samantha, think of the gold! [Max scrambles after Cecil as Lance enters the ring to help out. The ref quickly intercepts him and argues with him to get back to his corner. Cecil lunges and makes the tag, Max just missing his foot!] CROWD POP! Gates: Cecil makes the tag and Tanner is in and fired up! Casale: Get out of there Max! Gates: Wait what is this?! Casale: The ref didn’t see the tag! He was to busy with Lance! Samantha is a genius! Gates: How is this have anything to do with Samantha? It was Lance who distracted the ref. Casale: Yeah, but I just like the way it sounds.. Anything that begins with Samantha is hot! [Herman Gehl orders Tanner out of the ring saying he didn’t see the tag. Tanner argues fiercely as Max drags Cecil by the hair over to his corner. Lance wraps the tag string around Cecil’s neck, choking him as Max lays the boots to the mid section. Tanner goes to his corner, fuming as he paces back and fourth then once again claps and stomps his feet on the canvas, trying to encourage his partner. Lance stops choking Cecil and walks across the apron with his hands up as Herman threatens to DQ the team. Max drives a few more boots into Cecil’s chest then stands on Cecil’s throat in the corner as Cecil is slumped on the bottom pad. The ref gets to four before Max breaks and tags in Lance. Max and Lance prop him back on his feet and give him a double chop sending him back down. Max quickly leaves the ring as Lance puts a knee on Cecil’s throat and holds the middle rope for leverage as he chokes him. The ref gets to four again before Lance releases.] Gates: PPD using the quick tags to keep Cecil in their corner and working him over. Cecil a victim of the tag the ref never saw and he is paying the price right now. Casale: Sammy couldn’t be happier! Look at her beautiful smile. If she’s happy, I’m happy Barry! Just give the PPD those damn titles already. NextWave have been totally outclassed tonight. They are in the wrong league! Go back to the CWA or HardKore or wherever the heck you came from. You just can’t handle it here NextWave! Gates: You’re totally out of line Gerald, give some respect! There is nothing wrong with those other promotions and NextWave has been holding their own quite well! Casale: Have you even been watching this match Barry? Maybe you should get that hair piece a trim [sarcastic] so the hair won’t fall in your eyes! [Lance has Cecil up and takes him to a neutral corner on PPD’s half of the ring. Lance nails a big chop followed by a few shoulder thrusts almost burying Cecil in the turnbuckle. Lance fires a left… and the crowd explodes as Cecil lets off a right…] Gates: A RIGHT AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER! CECIL HAS GOT LANCE ROCKING BACKWARDS! Casale: Where did he find the energy! COME ON LANCE! POKE HIM IN THE EYE! LOW BLOW HIM! Gates: Would you stop! Try to be a professional here! I’ll get you thrown out of here in a second! Casale: I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I just get out of hand sometimes. [Cecil rocks Lance with one more right hand then kicks him in the midsection. Cecil bounces off the ropes but Lance recovers and takes Cecil down by the corner with a HUGE spine buster, rocking the ring!] Gates: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER! CECIL COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF! Casale: Lance is going up top baby!! [Indeed. Lance scales the turnbuckles and stands on the perch, arms outstretched. He looks around at the crowd, looks down at Sammy who claps, then kisses his bicep before leaping in the air…] Casale: BIIIIIIG LEGDROP! [...but misses!] Gates: CECIL MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! LANCE GOT COCKY AND IT COST HIM!] [Lance rolls around on the ring holding his ass as Cecil slowly crawls to the outstretched hand of Tanner. Lance rolls and does the same, Max jumping up and down as his brother has the lead and he could intercept Cecil. Lance lunges….] Gates: LANCE WITH THE TAG TO MAX! Casale: I don’t know if he can make it! [Max sprints across the ring and reaches for Cecil’s leg. Cecil kicks him off then leaps tagging Tanner in! Tanner jumps over the top rope and shakes his fists, fired up. Max begs off…] Gates: CECIL GOT THE TAG AND TANNER IS IN. LOOK AT HIM GERALD. HE’S FIRED UP! Casale: Max… RUN!! [Max back pedals then swings a haymaker that Tanner quickly ducks and sends Max flying with a dropkick. Lance rushes in but Tanner sidesteps a clothesline and sends Lance up and over the ropes with a Hurricurranna! Cecil comes into the ring and helps Lance throw the bigger Max off the ropes. Tanner hits a high dropkick while Cecil goes low, twisting Max into a pretzel as he smashes to the canvas.. NextWave lay on their backs a moment then kip up at the same time, give a thumbs up and yell….] NextWave: EYYYYYY!! CROWD: EYYYYY!! WOOOOOOOOOO! ! Gates: NextWave taking a pose from The Fonz here in Florida and the crowd loving it! Casale: Look at poor Sammy beside herself. This is terrible Barry! Gates: Samantha Bevins could be seeing her title aspirations burning up before her eyes. NextWave in control and the crowd solidly behind them. Could they become the first ever ICWF Tag Team Television champions!? [Tanner focuses on Max as the adrenaline as ended for Cecil who winces as he grabs at his ribcage and dips to the apron catching his breath. Tanner works over Max with a rear chin lock as Lance has gathered his bearings and crawls up on the apron in his corner. Sammy squeals out directions but to no avail as Tanner keeps the pressure on. The bigger Max gets to his feet and powers out of the hold only to be drop kicked in the knee and taken down to one knee. Tanner bounces off the ropes and hits a picture perfect dropkick to the face. He hooks the leg… ONE! TW... [Lance pulls Tanner off by the leg only to get a flying forearm from a speeding Cecil, knocking Lance out of the ring again and almost hitting Samantha who scurries out of the way. Cecil waits till Lance is to his feet then springboards over the top and hitting a body press sending both into the barricade.] Gates: Both teams want to win! Both teams want to be champions, but there can be only one. NextWave and PPD holding nothing back here! Casale: The Ace in the hole is Samantha, Gates! I’m telling you right now, she has already proven she is Manager of the Decade. Her craftiness will see her men through! [As Cecil pummels Lance on the outside, Tanner has Max in the corner battering him with chops to the chest and kicks to the leg. The fans roar as Tanner spits in his hand and slaps Max across the face sitting him in the corner. Tanner goes to the opposite corner then rushes at Max, leaps in the air...] Gates: BRONCO BUSTER BY TANNER! Casale: OR THE GROIN FACE RUB, WHICH EVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT! Gates: Can you try and be professional? Casale: Nope. [Tanner bounces up and down doing the rodeo hand motions. Max slumps down to the canvas. Samantha climbs on the apron and swings at Tanner who ducks, grabs her by each side of the face, looks out at the crowd then back at Samantha and...] Gates: TANNER LAYING A LIP LOCK ON SAMANTHA BEVINS! Casale: THAT LUCKY S.O.B!! COPPIN A FEEL FROM MY GIRL! DAMN HIM! DAMN NEXTWAVE! Gates: Your girl? Casale: Shut-up Gates, not right now! [Tanner lays a good 10 second lip smacker on Samantha who fights to get him off. He finally let’s go and she jumps off the apron, wiping her mouth in disgust. Lance since has taken control of Cecil with a low blow and dropped him throat first across the barricade. Tanner picks Max up by the arm then sends him back down with a kick to the head. He climbs the ropes, holding his arm wide, only for Lance to push him off the top making Tanner crotch himself on the top rope before bouncing off and hitting the canvas in obvious pain.] Gates: That should be a DQ right there! Lance pushing Adrian off the top rope and getting his team control back. Casale: That's what you get for putting your hands on Samantha Bevins. A heads up move from Lance Studd! [Max wobbles to his feet holding his jaw. He collapses, but makes the tag to Lance who quickly comes in and lifts Tanner to his feet. Lance positions Tanner's head between his legs then outstretches his arms to either side. He wraps his arms around Tanner's waist, Cecil has recovered and knocks Max off the apron by pulling him by the feet. Cecil climbs the turnbuckle. As Lance hoists Tanner up for a big powerbomb, Cecil leaps and dropkicks Lance in the chest, making Tanner give Lance a butt splash of sorts. Cecil rolls out of the ring as Tanner more instinct then anything hooks the leg.. ONE TWO [Samantha puts Lance boot under the rope! The ref notices the foot and stops the count.] Gates: Samantha thinking quickly and saved her team from elimination. Someone remove her from ringside! Casale: Genius move on her part. Though I’m sure Lance would of kicked out anyway. But Samantha is the best manager in the federation hands down. It's not a crime if you don't get caught Barry! Gates: Where did you hear that from Gerald? Casale: My House of Pain cd Barry. I would burn you a copy off my burnt copy, but that would be against the law. Gates: Good Lord. [Tanner rolls off Lance and crawls towards his corner. Lance uses the ropes to get to his feet as his brother wants the tag. Lance tags in Max as Tanner tags in Cecil. Both men run at each other, Cecil slides under a flying knee attempt then hits a dropkick as Max turns around. Cecil executes a standing flip splash on Max then quickly bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop. He bounces off the other side and hits a elbow smash. Max gets to his feet and crouches over as Cecil is coming at him after hitting the ropes again. Max backdrops Cecil, but the youngster lands on his feet and continues to the other set of ropes.. Max pointing at his temple thinking he got him, but turns around right into a tornado DDT! Cecil turns but his knocked out of his boots by a charging Lance with a big boot to the face! Tanner enters and goes after Lance corner splashing him then hitting lefts and rights. Max grabs Tanner from behind in a full nelson then powerbombs him to the canvas.] Gates: Herman starting to lose control of this match here. High impact move by Max as neutralized Tanner. The ref trying to restore order. Casale: Tanner thrown out by Lance and now look at this! Were going to have new champions! [Lance and Max pick up Cecil and toss him into the far ropes grabbing him on the way back and double chokeslamming him! Max picks him up and drives down Cecil with a PP-DDT!] Casale: THAT'S IT! IT IS OVER!.... WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!?! Gates: Max is showing off to the crowd!! [Samantha screams to pin Cecil as Max jaws at the crowd who are giving him the gears big time. Lance yelling for Max to pin him as well but Max has had enough of a kid in the first row and rolls out of the ring to jaw at him. Max threatens to hit the kid before Samantha comes around and demands he get back in the ring and finish it. Max pleads his case about the crowd while inside the ring; Lance has picked up Cecil and looks to finish him off. Lance puts him in the powerbomb position only to have Tanner hit the big man with a flying roundhouse kick which gets Max's attention on the outside who slides under the ropes. Tanner is one step ahead and drags his fallen partner to the corner, dips out, tags himself in with Cecil’s hand and jumps on the tope rope and hits a flying clothesline on the charging Max. Tanner rolls through and is to his feet in a hurry, he runs at Max, but Max stops him cold with a boot to the midsection. Lance shakes out the cobwebs as Max regains himself. He fires Tanner towards the ropes, Samantha not looking at the ring pulls down on the top rope, but Tanner reverses it which sends Lance up and over and he crashes heavily on the ground holding his neck. Samantha covers her mouth in shock and worry.] Gates: Samantha's interference finally backfires. She pulled the rope down and thought it would be Tanner coming over top. But did she get a surprise! Casale: What the heck is Max doing?!? [As Tanner lays on the mat trying to collect himself, Max leans over the ropes and points at Samantha... the camera audit we can hear what he is saying..] Max: What the hell are you doing? [Can't hear Samantha as he shakes her head and can be seen mouthing it was a 'mistake'. Max is livid.] Max: You did that on purpose! What were you thinking!?! [Samantha can barely be heard saying it was an accident but starts jumping up and down pointing behind Max. Max looks at her like she has lost it but Tanner sneaks up and rolls up Max from behind...] ONE TWO THREE! [Max kicks out to late!] [DING! DING! DING!] Gates: WE HAVE THE FIRST EVER TELEVISION TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. IN ONLY THERE SECOND MATCH HERE IN ICWF THEY ARE THE FIRST EVER ICWF TELEVISION TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! A BOTCHED INTERFERENCE COST PPD THE MATCH! Casale: WHAT WAS MAX THNIKING, QUESTIONING SAMANTHA LIKE THAT! HE SHOULD HAVE HAD HIS EYES ON THE MATCH. THIS IS NOBODIES FAULT BUT MAX STUDD'S! Gates: LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS NOT WELL IN THE SAMANTHA BEVINS FAMILY. THERE IS AN OBVIOUS RIFT BETWEEN THE PPD AND SAMANTHA BEVINS AND IT COST THEM THE GOLD! Slick Mick: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND THE FIRST EVER, UNDISPUTED ICWF TAG TEAM TELEVISION CHAMPIONS... .. ADRIAN TANNER & CECIL KENNEDY NEEEEEXTTTTTTTTTTTT T WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE! ! [As Cecil and Tanner help each other up and celebrate, two hot valets enter the ring, each carrying the *new* ICWF Television tag titles. Each one hands a title to NextWave, who hold the titles high as the fans give a massive pop!] Gates: THIS PLACE DEAFENING FOR THE NEW T.V TAG CHAMPIONS, NEXTWAVE! WHAT A VICTORY! WHAT A MATCH! Casale: THIS WAR IS FAR FROM OVER!! I CAN GUARANTEE YOU, MS. BEVINS WILL STEER THE SHIP STRAIGHT AND THE PPD WON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AGAIN. ENJOY THOSE TITLES WHILE YOU HAVE HIM BOYS CAUSE IT WON'T BE FOR VERY LONG! |
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