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| Exotic Sunset; July 13, 2008 | |
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| Darren Williams | Jul 13 2008, 10:23 PM Post #1 |
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Before the show officially kicks off with action, cameras cut to the backstage corridors where Mikey Sparks is seen speaking with two people as the camera focuses on them. Sparks is dressed in a dark blue suit and white tie and the people he stands before are clad in typical street wear, casual clothing of jeans and a t-shirt. John Stubbs: Folks, we’re backstage of Exotic Sunset now. Mikey Sparks is currently speaking to New Jersey Sports and Exposition Authority, who are the owners of the New York Giant’s Stadium. Mike Adams: We are like one of the first if not the first wrestling promotions to host a show here. On most occasions we’re seeing the Giants out here kicking it off in NFL competition, baby. Sparks appeared serious and a tad bit concerned. Mikey Sparks: I’ve worked overnight to ensure this show is a huge success, guys. I appreciate all the stadiums that permit the EWF to host their shows in front of the crowds. I appreciate the Giants Stadium is where Exotic Sunset is taking place tonight as no other promoyion has received the honor of hosting here. I’m expecting big out of this show and you will not get anything less than that. NJSEA Person # 1: We appreciate doing business with you and thanks for the reassurance. I also can’t deny that I am an avid EWF fan myself. One of the NJSEA said that to Sparks while smiling. NJSEA Person # 2: I think the EWF is a prominent touring promotion across the states and one thing about it is that the fans are glued to it. Good luck with the show tonight, Michael. Sparks wasn’t pleased with the guy calling him by his actual full-length first name and didn’t look like he genuinely meant, “good luck”. Mikey Sparks: It’s Sparks or Mr. Sparks actually. However, thank you. Anyways, I mean, let’s give it a rundown here. With Logan O’Riley away for some personal issues, I’ve temporarily replaced him with current Mayhem General Manager Darren Williams and just look at the job he’s already done. Look at how the card lines. We got a Legacy Title Hell in a Cell match, a World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way match, a Triple Threat International Title match… Mikey Sparks’ words fade as the camera makes its way down the hallway and makes a right turn to enter in on a dressing room. Mike Adams: Looks like their worrying about the show, Stubbs. John Stubbs: The EWF always delivers; they have nothing to worry about… The camera is leading us off now… A man had his back turned to the camera as he stood. Full tattoo sleeves were painted on his arm, his locks nappy as hell. He was prepping for his match later tonight where he could potentially attain championship material. He was Adam Stone, the newest member of Legends by Nature. John Stubbs: Well there is the man that will be competing for the International Championship tonight. Mike Adams: Jesus, him and Damian went at it last week like two fighting pit bulls. I’m surprised meat ain’t hanging off any of them except a bloody nose Damian got lost week. Adam Stone wasn’t oblivious to the electronic equipment in the room and turned around to question the reason for the cameraman being there. Adam Stone: Ah…What brings you to the LBN dressing room? The cameraman apparently signals at the door and Stone goes to check out what he is talking about. Adam Stone peeks out to the left, Mikey Sparks is still talking to the owners of the stadium with back turned towards him, Adam Stone then peeked out to the right and “bam”, right between his eyes blasted a ten foot ladder, hypothetically almost shattering his skull as he plopped on the floor in a resounding heap. John Stubbs: Holy crap, right between the eyes, right in the face! Mike Adams: This is only getting from bad to worse, it seems. But why shouldn’t it, it’s great! Mikey Sparks heard the cracking shot and called for his security almost immediately, who weren’t very far away. Mikey Sparks: SECURITY! GET OVER HERE! Damian proceeded to lay the boots down on Stone, about five mud holes in the stomach. Damian not satisfied, got him to his feet quickly, looked him in the eyes with nothing but disdain, and kicked him square in the nuts. Stone was down on the floor clutching it, his precious manhood. Ray Damian: You think you’re even my equal? You think you can take my place in the Legends by Nature? You think you can size up with The Best Damn Gladiator? Well you know, people damn well think so, they think a lot, they think they’re above me and I’m tired to enlighten minds that, that is the furthest thing from the truth. I will put you down before you even get up in this company, bitch. Look at my nose. Damian’s nose had a band aid on it from this past week on Revolution where Stone had caused him to bleed. Damian stomped a hard ass mud hole in Stone. Stone was getting the parental beating of a lifetime and Damian was the daddy. Damian then dropped the ladder on Stone just before the security had come to the aid of the situation as they promptly detained Damian from his adversary. Ray Damian: See your ass in the ring! Damian went off with the escorting of the security leaving Stone laying there and holding himself by the “grapefruits”. John Stubbs: Gosh, what a sneak attack. Mike Adams: Not really. Damian waited till he was face to face with him and then blasted the holy hell out of him! John Stubbs: Oh boy, only your views! As it looked to take us back out to the stadium from there, James Draven walked by and saw the carnage. John Stubbs: Oh wait, it’s James Draven! He looked down at Stone and tapped his head repeatedly with his boot before kicking him in the head once. John Stubbs: Hey, cheap shot by Draven there! Mike Adams: Ha-ha-ha, you know Stubbs, something tells me the best is yet to come!! Draven looked to see if Sparks and the stadium owners were looking on but he was gone, a busy man he was. Draven walked off leaving the cameras to switch back to the stadium for the first match of the night. ----------------------------------- Opening Match Singles Match Tez v. Trinity Black ----------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, from Philadelphia, PA weighing 125lbs... Trinity Black! "FROZEN ROSE" by Anna Tsuchiya blasts over the PA system and shortly after Trinity Black makes her way out on stage, dressed in a black tube top, short shorts and boots. She is accompanied by her husband and manager, LJ. As the two walk down to the ring they just smirk ignorantly at the fans. LJ slides in the ring first as Trin walks up the stairs so he can hold the ropes open for her. Once inside the two raise each other's arms in the center of the ring to more boos from the crowd. Zach Hurly: I envy LJ Black. Chris Hush: Why is that? Zach Hurly: Not only is he a billionaire many times over, he gets to go to bed with that lovely young lady every night. Sean Williams: And her opponent, from Braknell, England weighing 225 lbs... "The Ladder Icon" Tez! Comes out with a black hoody on with the hood up. Pose on the ramp then run down to the ring. Roll into the ring heads to the corner and poses as he pulls down the hood. Chris Hush: I have heard this young man likes to take it to the extreme. Zach Hurly: He had better be extreme if he hopes to stand a chance against a veteran like Trinity Black. Trin and Tez lock up in the middle of the ring he takes her down with a sideways hip toss, Trin scrambles to her feet nailing Tez with a standing drop kick. Trin to the top rope she dives with a splash hooking the leg for the cover. one. two. No, Tez kicks out. Chris Hush: Only a two count. Zach Hurly: It was a slow count by the referee. Trin pulls Tez to his feet, Tez with a shoulder to the gut that has Trin bending over Tez hooks her byt the head and neck hitting a DDT. Lifting her to her feet he hits a suplex then waits for her to reach her feet before he drops her with a neck breaker. Tez makes the cover. one. two. No, Trin kicks out. Zach Hurly: I would give anything to pin that woman down Chris Hush: I'm sure you would. Trin is to her feet and takes Tez down with a forward Russian leg sweep; Tez is to his feet Trin with an arm drag taking him to the mat. Trin whips Tez into the ropes where LJ grabs his foot from the outside tripping him up. As the referee is admonishing LJ Trin sneaks up behind Tez hitting him with a low blow. Chris Hush: Why that sneaky... Zach Hurly: I did not see anything if you ask me Tez is acting. Chris Hush: You would say that. Tez recovers reaching his feet, Tez whips trin into the ropes catching her on the rebound he picks her up nailing a piledriver. Tez hooks the leg making the cover. one. No, Trin kicks out. Zach Hurly: It will take more then Tez has to take down Trinity Black. Chris Hush: Whatever you say partner. Zach Hurly: Shut up. Trin is to her feet she hits Tez across the face with the bitch slap. Tez Irish whips Trin into the corner then charges in with a spear, Trin grabs the ropes and leaps up causing Tez to ram his shoulder into the metal ring-post. Trin drops down rolling Tez up in a small package. one. two. No, Tez kicks out. Chris Hush: Running into that ring-post had to hurt. Zach Hurly: Tez should watch where he is running. Both wrestlers reach their feet Trin charges in taking Tez down with a spear, she mounts him laying into his face with a series of rights. Pulling Tez to his feet she whips him in the corner turnbuckle and mounts the second ropes where she once more with a series of rights. The crowd starts to count along with the referee. one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. Trin drop down to the mat letting Tez fall face first to the mat. Zach Hurly: Tez does not seem that extreme. Chris Hush: I'm sure he is just pacing himself. Trin goes to pull Tez to his feet instead he rolls her up in a school boy pin. one. two. three. Zach Hurly: Did Tez really think he had Trinity? Chris: Tez was inches away from the win. Trin is to her feet and Tez charges in with a spear, Trinity pulls the referee in the way and Tez spears him by mistake. Tez grabs Trin by the hair then hits her with a DDT planting her to the mat. Tez slides out of the ring and gets into a brawl with LJ, Whipping LJ in the steel ring steps he reaches under the ring pulling out a tall ladder. Tez slides the ladder into the ring setting it up. Tez ascends the ladder as he reaches the top he signals the fans he is going to fly, before he can though Trin knocks the ladder over sending Tez to the floor outside the ring. Chris Hush: My God Tez has to be broken in half after that fall. Zach Hurly: he should be disqualified for bringing a ladder into play. Chris Hush: Like Trinity Black plays fair. Zach Hurly: Are you saying Trinity is a cheater like this Tez is? Chris Hush: I'm saying... Zach Hurly: No one cares what you're saying. LJ Black picks Tez up and rolls him back into the ring where Trin lifts him up and delivers the Pink Slip (Inverted DDT). She hooks leg making the cover as LJ pulls the referee over who begins the count. one. two. three. Sean Williams: Here is your winner, Trinity Black! Zach Hurly: Trinity proved tonight why you should always bet on Black. Chris Hush: It took the help of a ladder and her husband to win. Zach Hurly: Tez bought that ladder into play, as for LJ he was just cheering his wife on. Chris Hush: That's not how I saw it. Zach Hurly: whatever. ----------------------------------- Backstagement Segment----------------------------------- Scene opens with Jenna Hawke in the parking lot. Having already parked her car, she is seen heading towards the entrance with a red sports car speeds, just barely missing her. Jenna jumps back. - Jenna Hawke - HEY! Watch it! Car stops directly in front of her. Camera pans over. It is none other than Brooke Logan. The fans boo. - Brooke Logan - Next time, I'll actually run you over, you little b*tch. Before Jenna can get in another word, Brooke speeds off finding her own parking spot. - Commentator - Wow. Brooke sure doesn't like our sweet Jenna, does she?! ----------------------------------- Match #2 Singles Match James Draven v. Madison Divera ----------------------------------- The arena lights in the EWF arena begin to flicker pink. The song "Human" by Skye Sweetnam blasts the speakers loudly and up on the tita-tron flashes of Madison Divera in her past wrestling days and in her owning days flash by the screen as she walks out on to the ramp with a look of vengence in her eyes, soon to follow.. her manager Jessie Dermont. Announcer: "Introducing first... weighing in at 184lbs.. she is from Damanhur, Egypt.. she is...MADISON "THE DIVA OF THE FUTURE" DIVEERRRAAA" She has a smirk about her face as she is standing on the ramp.. She raises her hands to the crowd and they cheer for the cocky heel as she makes her way down the ramp! Sliding in to the ring... as her manager stands on the sidelines of the ring. All of a sudden things begin to go wrong with the lights as they begin to flash on and off and the sounds of barking dogs is heard. After a moment things go back to normal, but a flag falls from the rafters with an 8-ball on it. In Hushed tones as the lights dim A wolf howls as a ladies voice haunting in her tome speaks "Through the Darkness one man will Rise" As the lights come up James Draven is stood facing the ring he looks out to the fans as he makes his way down I Stand Alone pumping through the arenas sound system. Announcer: Now making his way to the ring, this man is an All-Around wrestler. He stands 6 feet-6 inches tall, weighing in at 267 pounds. Fighting out of South Africa...Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing...JAMES DRRRRRRRRRRAVEN!!! The ref signals for the bell as Madison and James tie up in the center of the ring. James man-handles Madison and forces her into a Hammerlock. Madison elbows at his ribs, but it doesn't really phase the big man as he just smiles before executing a perfect Back Suplex. James gets to his feet and nails Madison with a few hard stomps followed by a huge Jumping Leg Drop and the cover, 1.....2.....Kickout! Madison just barely gets her shoulder up in time. James gets her to her feet and Irish Whips her into the ropes before ducking down for a Back Body Drop, but Madison spots it and lands a huge kick to the side of his head and drops him to a knee. Madison hits the ropes again and this time takes the big man down with a Dropkick to the face. She walks over to his head and without warning uses the heels of her boots and performs a Face Stretcher now getting heat from the fans as they begin to boo her. Stubbs: Its underhanded tactics like that, that will turn the fans against you. Adams: Underhanded? I think its great! Stubbs: You would. Jessie Dermont starts cheering for Madison as she nails James with a hard Knee Drop across his face. Madison gets Draven to his feet and goes for an Irish Whip, but he overpowers her and sends her crashing into the corner and out of the ring from the force of the Irish Whip. Jessie goes over and checks on Madison as she lays in a twisted heap. The ref begins his count, 1.....2.....3.....Madison begins to pull herself up.....4.....5.....Just then a wee man with a leash and a spiked collar runs down the ramp and chases Jessie Dermont away from ringside.....6.....7.....8.....Madison angrily pulls herself into the ring at the last second, but she took too long and allowed James to gather up his senses. Draven charges at Madison and almost decapitates her with a devastating clothesline then goes for the pin, 1.....2.....Madison barely gets her foot on the rope. Adams: Madison seems to be off her game tonight. Stubbs: Do you think those barking sounds had anything to do with it? She's been looking rather paranoid since that happened. Draven gets Madison to her feet and Irish Whips her into the corner before playing to the crowd and trying to get them on their feet. He backs up to the opposite corner then throws his arms out and lets out a loud warcry before charging at Madison and nailing her with a Splash! Draven begins to show-boat a bit as the fans get on their feet and begin to chant his name. Draven walks over to Madison in the corner and mounts the turnbuckles before beginning to punch Madison as the fans count, 1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....Jessie Dermont comes rushing back down to the ring.....6.....7.....8.....9.....Jessie jumps onto the ring apron and distracts the referee giving Madison the opportunity to nail James Draven in the family jewels with her steel pipe and then using his position on the ropes to execute the Madison Avenue! Madison falls on top of Draven and doesn't even hook his leg as exhaustion has already set in, 1.....2.....3!!! Announcer: Your winner via pinfall...MADISON DIIIIIIIIIVERA!!! ----------------------------------- Backstage Segement ----------------------------------- The cameras cut to the backstage area and a few event staff guys are standing around in the parking lot. They are three overweight employess who most likely hate their jobs. The bright yellow shirts glow under the light as they stand around holding their flashlights. A man enters the scene wearing a black Hurley hat tilts upward, a black t-shirt with a winged skull printed on the back of it, a pair of denim jeans with rips at the knees, and black shoes. The event staff step in front of the door and one man holds his hand up. Even Staff Worker: "Sir there's no smoking aloud in the building. I'm gonna have to ask you to put that out." The camera angle changed to reveal the man entering the building was Glen Hendricks. He stood in front of the event staff still smoking a cigarette and stared into their eyes as the paper burned down to the filter. Glen flicks the cigarette into one of the worker's eyes and throws two quick punches at the other two. Glen grabs a trash can and smacks all three of the workers in the heads and then tosses the trash onto their faces and bodies. Voice: "Wow, first day on the job and you’re already butting heads with the people that work here. But tell me was all that neccesary?" Glen drops the trash can as Dustin Reeves enters the scene. Glen Hendricks: "I felt the need to make an impression." Dustin Reeves: “Looks to me as if you got your point across… bet they’ll allow us to smoke back here from now on. Ha ha. Hendricks and Reeves open the door and enter the building. Reeves reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out two bottles of Womaniser. Dustin Reeves: "By the way mate, thanks for the introduction to this damn stuff; it really works wonders." Glen Hendricks: "Ya it works.....NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Hendricks and Reeves stop dead in their tracks as Glen stares into the eyes of the 5TAR Rebel, the patron saint of rock 'n roll alcoholism, Steve Steele. Glen Hendricks: "What's up bro?! Long time no see, this brew you cooked up is potent shit." Glen Holds up the bottle of Womaniser and chuckles a bit. Steele pulls his leather jacket open pulling out his own bottle of beer, twisting the cap off and clinking it to Hendricks' as he blows out a few plumes of smoke from his Marlboro reds. Steve Steele: "Glad you like it, man. Yeah, I think this stuff's caused people an awful lot of shitty morning's, but what ya gonna do right? And I'll be doin' a lot better once I win the battle royal on Saturday. What about you? I ain't seen you since you... well... died." Glen Hendricks: "Ya I died once, so what. This is my friend Dustin Reeves, he's accustom to cocaine." Steele and Reeves clank bottles and then they all take sips of their beer. Glen Hendricks: "So you're in that big cross brand battle royal eh? I actually have a match here myself tonight so that should be a show stealer. You seen Monroe around?" Steele momentarily ignores Hendricks' and stares at Reeves. Steve Steele: "Cocaine huh bro? Good shit man, good shit" He turns his attention back to Hendricks. His words echoing amungst his drunken thoughts. Steve Steele: "A match? Here? Tonight? Well who would have thought they'd see the day when Glen Hendricks and Steve Steele would be in the same federation again? How about that? As for Monroe, I dunno man. I think I seen him hangin' outside the diva's locker room, lookin' for some tail, y'know how it goes man, a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do and all that. I think right now Monroe needs to nail some pretty lil' thing. Although knowin' straight nasty she dun have to be so much pretty as more off a thing." The three laugh as Steele throws his cigarette to the floor, stamping it out as he drinks his beer. Glen Hendricks: "Oh ya, he's nasty as he fuckin' wants to be. Well shit I'll be sure to go find him in a minute, but I've got one more question." Hendricks takes a drink from his beer before speaking. Glen Hendricks: "I saw this girl in the parking lot earlier today, she had a european championship. Do you know who she is?" Steele smiles a knowing grin and nods, downing the rest of his beer. Steve Steele: "Oh yeah, she's one fine lookin' piece of ass but definately one mean fuckin' bitch man. Her name's Eva Michaels, heartless as she is beutiful. Still with tits like that who gives a shit about a heart right?" Glen Hendricks: "Very true. But you know i'm a pretty heartless sun of a bitch myself so I just might have to make her world a better place." Hendricks finishes his beer and tosses it. We here the bottle shatter and Glen turns around to check is anyone saw it. Glen Hendricks: "Sorry about that guys." Dustin Reeves: “Mother nature is going to kick your ass one day man…” He turns back to Steele. Glen Hendricks: "It was good seeing you man, I gotta give Monroe back his car keys, he's gonna be so pissed." Steele grins at Hendricks' apology taking him a little by surprise. Steve Steele: "You never cease to amaze me Hendricks. I doubt Monroe will be straight enough to drive anytime soon, but by all means be my guest. Probably needs help dealing with some diva with pepper spray anyways. And since you got stuff to do maybe me and Reeves could hang out for a lil' bit." Steele throws an arm around Reeves as if he's just found a new best friend. Steve Steele: "So you got anymore of that columbian white bro?" Reeves looks at Steele and gives him a sheepish grin. Dustin Reeves: “Perhaps… we’ll talk about it on the way.” Reeves and Steele begin to wander down the hall, talking to each other as Hendricks continues in the opposite direction. Scene fades black. ----------------------------------- Match #3 Fatal Four Way Match John J. Battles v. Kevin Thompson v. Dante v. Silencer ----------------------------------- Chris Hush: Mayhem gets its second match of the night in a few seconds. Zack Hurly: We've been hearing much from Silencer but not any of the other wrestlers, oddly enough. Chris Hush: This Fatal Four Way Match is about to begin. Zack Hurly: (chiming in) Under Sudden Rules, don't forget that. Chris Hush: (annoyed a little) I'm not. (Ring announcer Sean Williams is in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, our third match of the night is a Fatal Four Way Match contested under Sudden Death rules, and this is from Mayhem! First, coming from El Paso, Texas and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is JOHN J. BATTLES! ("Whiskey For My Men, Beer For My Horses" by Toby Keith and Willie Nelson starts playing as John J. Battles makes his way to the ring. With a Stetson on his head, Battles comes down the entrance aisle with a no-nonsense attitude. He steps up the ring steps and steps through the top and middle ropes. He then puts a fist up, commanding the cheers of the crowd, as he awaits his opponent.) Chris Hush: John J. Battles, Mr. Law and Order, makes his EWF pay-per-view debut here tonight. Zack Hurly: I'm glad he's not in the Main Event tonight. He needs to get a win before going for the top gold on Mayhem. John Stubbs: (butting in) You mean on Revolution. Chris Hush: Actually, no, because you don't have a World Heavyweight Champion yet. Mike Adams: We get the Main Event tonight, not you guys. (Sean Williams stares at the announcers before returning to his duties.) Sean Williams: His opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 226 pounds, he is KEVIN THOMPSON! (The lights goes down as "Inside the Fire" from Disturbed begins. The instrumental sends the crowd silent. As the song explodes into action, pyro explodes in the arena, almost destroying the whole set. A young Kevin Thompson emerges from the curtains to a huge pop from the crowd. Kevin walks down towards the ring, with a meaningful look in his eye. He makes positive gestures to the crowd, which send them into a frenzy. Thompson rolls underneath the bottom rope at speed and darts for the furthest turnbuckle, where he motions a rifle with his hands before raising his arms to a huge pop from the crowd. He drops from the turnbuckle and looks ready for battle.) Chris Hush: The second of the Mayhem rookies wanting glory in this match tonight. Zack Hurly: He was also the third person eliminated in the debut of Keith Melton's four-man demolition and lost his second match against the X-Kore Champion Lee Fu. Chris Hush: He gets his shot as well tonight in this Mayhem rookies match. Sean Williams: (in the ring) And their opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona, and weighing in at 238 pounds, he is DANTE! (Lights dim low as the big screen flickers on to static. The screen goes bright then fades into the form of a bondage mask. The mask starts to rotate slowly, then picks up speed as flames burst from the bottom of the screen engulfing the mask in a ball of fire. All goes black in the arena. "Psalm 69" by Ministry begins to play over the PA system as a low frame sparks from the entrance way. The flame spreads and engulfs the entire stage and ramp. Dante walks out on stage with a wicked grin on his face. He plays to the crowd as a chorus of boos washes over him. As Dante makes his way down the stage and down the ramp, the flames seems to die out under his feet. Dante makes it to ringside and then enters the ring by hopping up on the apron and rolling himself over the top rope to the canvas.) Chris Hush: Dante is our show's third rookie in this contest. Zack Hurly: Another guy who lost his debut match. Chris Hush: You can't say that about this guy since this IS his first match in the EWF! (Still in the ring...) Sean Williams: And their opponent, riding in from New York City, New York, and weighing in at 195 pounds, he is SILENCER! ("Go Ahead... Silence Me..." The words echo throughout the arena as the lights slowly fade out, replaced by a dull red. The fans grow restless as the video screen flickers to life. The video screen shows an opponent from Silencer's past, when all of a sudden, Silencer hits 'Break the Silence' on his opponent, and the words "SILENCED" appear across the video screen. Several others follow suit. Finally, "Morning Star" by Seraphim Shock starts to play as the lights start to flicker. A single flame lights up on the ramp. It starts to pulse along with the beat of the music, until suddenly the flame explodes, quickly dying down and leaving Silencer standing alone on the stage, covered in black and red tights along with facepaint. He looks around at the crowd with a half smile on his face, before bowing his head and slowly walking toward the ring. He stops every so often to bask in the cheers of the fans and smiles at the people holding his signs. He reaches the ring and closes his eyes before breathing deeply... He sways his head back and forth a little, getting himself psyched up a little in his mind, and then climbs into the ring. When in the ring, he spins in a circle, looking at the fans around him before shaking his head. He stops dead in his tracks and lowers himself to his knees in the middle of the ring, before crossing his arms over his chest and emitting a scream from his painted lips... He falls forward as the lights turn back to normal, however, this is short lived as a loud explosion emits from the rafters, followed by a deep-red pyro showering down upon the ring, bathing Silencer, and the ring in a blood-red glow. Silencer stands and walks to his corner, looking at the fans, uninterested by the rest going on around him.) Chris Hush: Silencer intending on making his impact here in the EWF. Zack Hurly: Damn, I can't criticize this guy until the opening bell rings. (Referee Justin Timers meets up with all four of the competitors, going over the rules with them. Silencer and John J. Battles begin this one.) Chris Hush: We have Silencer and Battles starting things off. Zack Hurly: Even if Silencer does win, it won't be that impressive. Chris Hush: You haven't seen anything yet, dumbass. (Silencer and John J. Battles circle one another, then they get into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Battles turns it into an armbar, trying to force Silencer to his knees. Silence does a forward somersault, then a backwards somersault on the canvas, and then he stands up and reverses the armbar into one of his own. Battles hits Silencer with a Roundhouse Kick and goes for the cover.) ONE! T-- (Silencer kicks out.) Zack Hurly: On a scale of 1-10, I'm giving Silencer a 6 so far for kicking out after that kick. Chris Hush: Only one move is a turnabout. Zack Hurly: What?! (Battles helps Silencer to his feet before scooping him up and dropping him with a bodyslam. He shoots off the ropes and drops a knee to the face of Silencer. He stands up and attempts another knee drop for good measure, but Silencer rolls out of the way. Once Battles is on his knees, Silencer shoots off the ropes and hits him with a basement dropkick. With Battles down, Silencer goes for the cover.) ONE! T-- (Battles kicks out. Meanwhile, Dante and Kevin Thompson are at their corners, grabbing onto the tag ropes. As Battles and Silencer continue grappling...) Chris Hush: We have Dante and Kevin Thompson waiting to get into that ring to show their stuff. Zack Hurly: I tend to go by first impressions, and they didn't dent the canvas at all in their debuts. Chris Hush: Well, you ought to get a first pay-per-view impression of these guys. (Battles and Silencer are back into the collar-and-elbow tie-up they used to start the match. Both men are trying to push one another toward the ropes. Battles turns it into an armdrag and goes for the cover, but Silencer kicks out.) Zack Hurly: Silencer is doing nicely here. Chris Hush: Wait until we get into the middle of the match. Zack Hurly: I thought you wanted me to get the first impressions of these guys at Exotic Sunset. Chris Hush: Hush up! Battles going for an Irish Whip, but Silencer reverses it and WAIT! He goes for a Springboard Arm Drag and takes John J. Battles down. Silencer goes for the cover.) ONE! TW-- (Dante runs in and drops a double-sledgehammer to break up the pinfall attempt. Silencer gets up and turns to see Dante behind him. Both men get up to each other, nose to nose, toe to toe. They shove one another before Dante shoves Silencer so far back that Silencer goes to the ropes, rebounds, and hits Dante with a dropkick, sending him to the canvas and rolling out of the ring via underneath the bottom rope.) Chris Hush: Hey, Kevin Thompson wants in on this, too! (Kevin Thompson hops over the top rope and enters the ring to face off with Silencer. Silencer grabs him in an armbar, but Thompson hits him with a legsweep. With Silencer on the canvas, Thompson goes for a cover, but Silencer shoves him off before the referee can even take notice. Both men get to their feet and into their fighting stances to the cheers of the fans.) Zack Hurly: I have to admit, that was good...somewhat. Chris Hush: It was in fluid motion, not missing a beat. (As Timers tells Thompson to go back to his corner, Battles gets Silencer with a Schoolboy Roll-Up, but the referee turns around a few seconds later than usual.) ONE! T-- (Silencer kicks out. Battles helps Silencer to his feet and tries to Irish-whip him toward the ropes, but Silencer tries to reverse. Battles and Silencer are going in circles, grabbing each other's arms. They both spin a few more times before they Irish-whip each other into the corners of Dante and Kevin Thompson, who make blind tags to get into the ring. Dante steps through the top and middle ropes to meet Kevin Thompson who enters by hopping over the top rope inside.) Chris Hush: Dante and Kevin Thompson get their turn now! (Dante and Thompson meet each other, and Dante runs toward Thompson, clotheslining him to the canvas. Thompson gets to his feet, and Dante attempts another clothesline, but Thompson hits him with a clothesline of his own. Both men roll to their feet and attempt to clothesline one another, but Thompson fakes Dante out by instead doing a hurricanrana on him for a pinfall.) ONE! TWO! (Silencer enters the ring and dropkicks Thompson, allowing Dante to reverse into a pin of his own.) ONE! TWO! (Battles runs in and kicks Dante square in the jaw in order to break up the pin. Dante falls back, and the back and forth on pinfalls has stopped.) Chris Hush: Battles and Silencer are saying, "Just because you two are in the match doesn't mean you can have all the attention." Zack Hurly: I thought Dante and Thompson might say that. (Timers orders Battles and Silencer back into their corners. Thompson rolls backwards to his feet and hits Dante with a basement dropkick, then another pinfall attempt.) ONE! TW-- (Dante kicks out. Thompson rolls backwards to his feet and shoots off the ropes. Dante stands up and nails Thompson with a vicious Super Kick. Thompson's head nods back and forth involuntarily before Thompson drops supine down to the canvas. Dante goes for the cover.) ONE! TWO! (Thompson kicks out. Dante rolls to his feet and puts Thompson in an STF. Both Battles and Silencer are still waiting in their corners.) Chris Hush: Not many people can escape from the STF. Zack Hurly: Don't forget, this was a hold invented by the late Lou Thesz. Chris Hush: Interesting. Of course, I already knew that, though. Zack Hurly: (sarcastically) Right. (Thompson looks around to find the nearest set of ring ropes and does so. He puts his elbows down on the canvas, then he starts using his free leg to push himself toward the ropes. Dante hangs on, but Thompson inches several inches to safety.) Chris Hush: It's odd that Battles and Silencer are letting Dante have Kevin Thompson. (Thompson inches himself a bit more, then he grabs the bottom rope. Referee Justin Timers orders Dante to break the hold. Dante refuses to do so for a few seconds but then he reluctantly lets go.) Zack Hurly: Dante tried hanging on as long as he can. (As Thompson helps himself to his feet, Dante clotheslines him over the top rope. He steps back to survey his damage, but he steps too close back to allow Silencer to tag himself into the match.) Chris Hush: Kevin Thompson and Silencer are now the legal men in this match. (Silencer enters the ring, shoots off the ropes, and dropkicks Dante over the other rope. Battles enters the ring, and Silencer gets him with a leg lariat. Dante slides back into the ring. Once he gets to his feet, Silencer grabs him by the arm and goes to the ropes.) Zack Hurly: Ultimate Arm Drag by Silencer and...BAM! (Silencer has just flipped Dante across the ring with a Springboard Arm Drag. He goes for the cover.) ONE! TWO! (Battles breaks up the pinfall by hitting Silencer with a straight downward thrust punch to his kidney region.) Chris Hush: I hope that didn't tap into any leaky faucets of his. (Silencer gets to his feet, and Battles hits him with a roundhouse kick to knock him out. Dante rolls to his feet and clotheslines Battles.) Zack Hurly: I think the fun is about to begin. (Kevin Thompson scales the top turnbuckle. Dante turns around and Kevin Thompson jumps and splashes himself onto a standing Dante with a top turnbuckle crossbody. Thompson stays on him for the cover, but Dante shoves him off.) Chris Hush: Dante not letting that happen. Zack Hurly: Besides, Dante is not the legal man here. (Dante rolls to his feet and lifts Thompson up to his. Dante gets Thompson up into a Falcon Arrow, then -- BAM!) Chris Hush: Dante dropped Thompson with the Mortal SYN! Zack Hurly: Check this out. (Battles rolls into the ring as Dante views his damage done to Thompson. He sneaks up behind the larger opponent, and just as Dante turns, Battles nails him with the Winds of Justice, dropping Dante nearby Thompson. As Battles climbs up to the top rope, Silencer sneaks up behind him. Once Battles is up on the top rope, Silencer gets behind him and gets him with a reverse Frankensteiner. As Battles and Dante are down, it is now Silencer and Kevin Thompson, Silencer out of no where with a quick roll up... 1.... 2............. 3...................... The bell sounds, Silencer getting the quick victory. ----------------------------------- Match #4 Tag Team Match The Wave of the Future v. O.G. Kris & Johnny Goins ----------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall entering first…. Bodies by Drowning Pool plays over the arenas pa system as Michael Santiago and Shane Knight make their way to the ring. Sean Williams: Weighing in at a combined weight of 498 pounds, THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE! John Stubbs: Wave of The Future was impressive last week, they’re looking to pull out a Echoing through the speakers all through the arena... "I'm Gettin' money mufucka cus I'ma real nigga/ white boy witta gun man Ima true killa/ its a thrilla bein a contract killa/ I thrive on the action of a real killin/ provin Im a copkillin mufuckin villian/ Cus I'm gettin mon---" Tupac breaks the freestyle off that Kis was rapping... "I'm Gettin' Money" starts blasting: I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked Niggaz laughed, til the first motherfucker got blas-ted I put the nigga in his casket and now they covering the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular F*ck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, F*ck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo and holla five-oh when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five in the city where the little niggaz die Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G I'm gettin money echoes on and on during a chorus break. Out comes O.G. Kis walking like a straight g down the entry ramp: Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin Kinda boomin round the way, think today I make a killin Dressin down like I'm dirty, but only on the block just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops... The music dies off as Kis hits the middle of the ring awaiting his victimizing opponent. Sean Williams: Their opponents entering first, from Lawrenceberg, IN weighing in at 235 pounds, O.G. KRIS! "Rollin" by Big n' Rich plays over the PA System and Johnny Goins walks out from behind the curtain. He stops and raises his hat to the air as fireworks go off behind him. He puts back on his hat and walks down to the ring with the fans cheering him on. He slides into the ring and jumps onto one of the turnbuckles and raises his hat again. He jumps back off the turnbuckle and starts to take off his hat and shirt. Sean Williams: From Austin Texas, weighing in at 235 pounds, “The Texas Star” Johnny Goins! The bell sounds and Shane Knight and O.G. Kris will be starting the match with the others waiting on the ring apron. Knight and Kris lock up quickly and Knight places Kris in a hammerlock. Kris screams in pain as he tries to break free of it. Kris throws two elbows and lands them on the side of Knight’s face causing him to stumble backwards. Kris runs at Knight and nails him in the side of the head with an enziguri kick. Kris makes a quick cover, …1 …1.6…Knight gets the shoulder up. Kris mounts Knight and begins throwing wild punches landing one after another. Kris hops to his feet and tags in Goins. Goins and Kris throw Knight into the corner and begin to exchange kicks and punches in correspondence to each other. The other steps between them and tells Kris to leave the ring. Goins continues the attack on Knight and delivers a headbutt. Knight drops to the mat and his head rests against the bottom turnbuckle. Goins places his boot across Knight’s throat and use the ropes as leverage to apply more pressure. The ref yells for Goins to let go out the ropes,..1,..2,..3,..4,..Goins releases the foot choke and steps away. Goins turns to Santiago and nails him in the face with a right hand. Santiago tries to enter the ring but is quickly met by the ref. Meanwhile O.G. Kris and Goins go to town on Shane Knight. Goins slams Knight to the mat via a spinebuster, Kris leaps from the top rope quickly and lands a moonsault on Knight. Goins steps to the ring apron just as the ref turns around to count the cover, …1 …2 ..thr..Santiago jumps in and breaks up the count. Mike Adams: Michael Santiago just made a much needed save. John Stubbs: Well I’d say so. O.G. Kris walks over and tags in Goins. Goins steps through the ropes and continues the attack on Knight. Goins throws Knight against the ropes, Knight returns and ducks the clothesline attempt. Goins turns around and is nailed by a spinning haymaker. Both men fall to the mat and the ref starts the count, …1 …2 …3 Both men crawl to their partners. …4 …5 …6 …7 …Shane Knight reaches out and tags in Michael Santiago. Santiago rushes into the ring and grabs Goins boot dragging him away from his corner. Santiago makes an attempt to lock in the Santiago Death Lock but Goins quickly fights out of it. Goins grabs Santiago’s leg and trips him up. Goins jumps to his feet and charges at Santiago, delivering a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Santiago hits the mat with a thud as Goins stands over him and yells a few words out to him. John Stubbs: Good golly, Johnny Goins just laid out a Texas size clothesline. Goins brings himself to his feet and tags in O.G. Kris. Kris heads to the top rope as Santiago brings himself to his feet. Kis leaps from the top rope and goes a hurricanrana, but just as he goes for the flip Santiago drops to his butt and spikes Kris on the mat with a perfectly executed piledriver. Mike Adams: That was an impressive move bye Mike Santiago. His names Mike, so he must have brains. John Stubbs: Sure Mike. Santiago hooks the leg when he makes the cover, …1 …2 ..Johnny Goins jumps in and breaks up the count and heads back to the ring apron. Santiago pulls Kis to his feet. Kis punches Santiago in the midsection and he doubles over. Kis jumps up and executes LTK. John Stubbs: License to kill by O.G. Kis. He makes the cover, …1 ….2 ….THR… NOOOO KICK OUT! HE KICKED OUT! O.G. Kis walks over and tags in Johnny Goins. Goins steps through the ropes and stalks Santiago as he begins to make it to his feet. Goins lifts Santiago off the mat and slams him back down via a sidewalk slam. Goins makes a cover, …1 …2 Santiago gets the shoulder up. Santiago sits up and Goins locks in a reverse chinlock. John Stubbs: Johnny Goins has got that reverse headlock locked in tight. Mike Adams: Come on Santiago you can’t disgrace my first name. Goins wrenches back and the crowd starts to cheer for Santiago. John Stubbs: This sell out crowd is really getting behind Michael Santiago. Mike Adams: As they should, his name IS Michael. Shane Knight steps through the ring ropes and the ref quickly turns to Knight and begins to force him out of the ring. O.G. Kis head to the top rope and goes for a missle dropkick. Santiago breaks free of the chinlock at the last second and Kis nails Goins in the face. Kis looks in disbelief for a moment but quickly turns back to Santiago who hits him with some kind of lead pipe, the referee not noticing as Santiago goes for the cover... 1...... 2.............. 3...................!!! The Wave of the Future score the victory as they slide out of the ring, heading up the ramp. ----------------------------------- Match #5 Cross Brand Singles Match Alex Liddel v. Glen Hendricks ----------------------------------- The lights in the arena flash blue and gold as "Body Rott" by Bone Thugs N Harmony begins to play through the PA system. The fans have a mixed reaction as A shower of sparks fills the entrance way. As the sparks cease, Alex Liddel stands in the center with his wife and manager Gabriella Williams on his arm, blowing smoke from his mouth. Liddel and Gabriella begin to walk down the rampway, Liddel shaking a few hands with a couple fans as Gabriella tries to keep him focused on his match. When the couple gets to the bottom of the ramp, Liddel stands behind Gabriella, lifting her onto the apron. Gabriella enters the ring before Liddel jumps up, onto the apron, sending a shower of sparks flying from the tops of the turnbuckles. Liddel climbs into the ring and smirks a bit, holding his arms out to his side as he makes his way over to his corner, getting ready for the bell to ring as Gabriella climbs out. Liddel stretches on the ropes as the lights return to norma l and the music fades. Up next was Glen Hendricks, Mayhem superstar ... hone Home by Lil' Wayne begins to play and the fans start to nuts. The arena lights flicker off and on as smoke fills the ramp way much like the Undertaker's entrance. Glen Hendricks steps through the curtain to a standing ovation from the crowd. Hendricks stands at the top of the stage wearing his wrestling attire and a homemade black leather vest(leather jacket with the sleeves cut off). Hendricks continues towards the ring with a smirk on his face as he wields a crowbar in hand. Hendricks stops just as he reaches the ring apron and looks to his left and then to his right before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Hendricks jumps to his feet and walks over to his corner. He places the crowbar under the bottom turnbuckle and removes his leather vest. With both in the ring, the bell is rung and the match begins. Before Liddel can even make a single move, Hendricks outwits him and clotheslines him down. As soon as he gets up, another clothesline, knocking the wind out of him. Hendricks picks him up to his feet and whips him mto the ropes. Liddel bounces off, ducks from Hendricks' third clothesline, bounces off the other set of ropes and simply spears Hendricks down to the mat. The fans boo. Hendricks slowly gets to his feet knowing that he has to finish Liddel off. Slightly stunned, Hendricks finally gets to his feet but Liddel waits. As soon as Hendricks turns around, big boot to the face! Hendricks goes down again. Liddel goes for the pin fall. 1 ... 2 ... KICK OUT! The fans cheer, definitely not a fan of LBN. Liddel goes for a quick roll up right away, desparate for a pin but Hendricks kicks out right away, the energy coming back to him. Liddel then sets Hendricks up for a surfboard submission before he can make the next move, Liddel seeming to have the upperhand. It looks like Hendricks is slowing down but he refuses to tap out, refuses to quit. Out of frustration, Liddel drops him to the mat. Hendricks quickly gets to his feet and gathers himself together. Out of no where he delivers the northern lights suplex. Both men are down for the moment. The referee begins to count. 1 ..... 2 ..... 3 ..... No one moves. 4 .... 5 .... Hendricks slowly moves over and drops himself on top of him, cover him. Referee counts. 1 ... 2 ... 3. Your winner is GLEN HENDRICKS> ----------------------------------- Backstage Segment ----------------------------------- The scene cuts backstage once again to Glen Hendricks walking through the backstage area. He enters a nearby restroom and stands in front of a urinal and begins to drain his pipes. Glen takes a huge wif of the air and he doesn't know whether to smile or vomit. The smell of chronic is overwhelmed by the smell of human fecal matter. Glen finishes his business and then turns around to see if the other person in the bathroom is who he thinks it is. There's a sound of running water but there is no water running. Hendricks looks toward the bottom of the stall and he recognizes the shoes. He recognizes the empty baggy with the IMINFluential logo printed on it. The man in this stall must be Jason Kash. Glen Hendricks: "Hey buddy, what's that you're smoking on? Smells like chronic, but it smells extra shitty so it may be some of that alaskan thunderfuck." Jason Kash: "Who's there? I know that voice yet I'm too high to wipe my ass without getting shit on it. So excuse me if the voice isn't ringing bells." Glen Hendricks: "That's Nasty! Need to some wetnaps? I'm the only other man who knows his mary jane as good as the next." Jason Kash: "Give me a second man the first lady was making tamales for the 4th of July and I'm still tightening the ass when I feel a fart." Kash grunts a few times and smokes a bit as Hendricks waits by the sink twisting a blunt of his own. Hendricks puts the final touches to the blunt and turns around to see Jason Kash standing behind him. Jason Kash: "No way, what're you doing here? Last I heard you weren't aloud to step foot in a wrestling ring again." Glen Hendricks: "It was the doctors orders, but I'm back into the wrestling business now. I know you've heard the buzz, I have my debut match tonight and..." Jason Kash interrupts. Jason Kash: "Yeah I heard the buzz, I also see a small alliance between Eddie Monroe, Steve Steele, and yourself. You turned on IM a while ago but right now I got other spit on my mind man. Welcome to EWF, Good luck in your match, I've got a X-Kore Title to win." Jason Kash walks past Hendricks and exits the bathroom. Hendricks shakes his head and exits the bathroom. The scene cuts back to ringside. |
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----------------------------------- Match #6 X-Kore Championship Match Dumpster Match Lee Fu © v. Jason Kash ----------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following is a Dumpster Match for the EWF X-Kore Championship. Introducing firstfrom Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at a 240 pounds...The Bad Influence JASON KASH!!! Kash jogs up the steel stairs at the corner of the ring and looks around again when he reaches the top. The fans and haters alike go wild as he walks the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. Bouncing off the middle rope he is in the ring where he bobs his head to the music and watches every camera flash from within the arena. Kash grabs the ropes, pulling on them to stretch out some and then throws up his hand with the his fingers in a "K" position representing his name. Pulling off his chain from around his neck, Kash hands it off to the ring boy and awaits the sound of the bell to begin the match. Chris Hush: Kash is in for the fight of his Life LeeFu will not give up that title while there is still breath in his body. Zach Hurly: Kash will beat Lee Fu so bad then dump his lifeless body in that dumpster. Sean Williams: Introducing his opponent from Tokyo, Japan weighing in at 198 pounds, he is the EWF X-Kore Champion! Lee Fu! The music starts and Lee walks out, wearing his normal in-ring gear. He shows little emotion and he walks through a shower of sparks without reacting at all. He rolls into the ring and suddenly comes to life. He springs of the ropes and does a backflip with his title around his waist, showing his agility. He places himself in a corner and works his shoulders up and down as he stared at his opponent. Both men lock up and Lee Fu lifts Kash up over head and drops him aKash his knees with a back breaker. Pulling Kash to his feet he whips him in to the corner turnbuckle, charging in leaping to the middle rope he starts to pound Kash in the face as the referee counts. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Chris Hush: Why is the referee counting? Zach Hurly: Because he is an idiot. Both men reach their feet and Kash, charges hitting Lee Fu with a spear before pulling him to his feet and hitting a twist of fate. Kash then heads to the top rope flies hitting an elbow to the heart. Zach Hurly: Kash is trying to wear Lee Fu out before throwing him out like the trash he is. Chris Hush: Lee Fu will not go down with out a fight, there is a reason he is X-kore Champion. Lee Fu and Kash lock up in the middle of the ring, Kash whips Lee Fu into the corner. Lee Fu grabs the ropes and stops himself. Hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, he flies with a reverse corkscrew dive, knocking Kash to the mat Both men are to their feet. Lee Fu takes a swing at Kash who ducks under, wrapping his arms around the waist of Lee Fu. He lifts him up and hits an atomic drop. Chris Hush: I can’t believe the skill Lee Fu is showing tonight. Zach Hurly: He is just lucky. Both men reach their feet Lee Fu with a spinning heel kick to the head of Kash. Lee Fu pulls Kash to his feet and hits an elbow to the jaw. Kash is reeling as Lee Fu goes for an Irish Whip Kash reverses sending Lee Fu into the corner turnbuckle he then charges in with shoulder to the gut. Zach Hurly why doesn’t the referee make LEE Fu get Kash out of the corner. Chris Hush: Anything goes in this match. Kash shoves Lee Fu back and charges with a clothesline. Lee Fu ducks, Kash turns and Lee Fu wraps his arms around his waist, hitting a belly to belly suplex. Lee Fu waits for Kash to rise to his feet and turn around. Kash turns only to be met face first with a super kick to the face. He falls on his back as Lee Fu climbs the turnbuckle. Standing on the top rope, he raises his arms in the air before he flies off, delivering a devastating frog splash to Kash. Zach Hurly: Come on Kash bring the gold home to I.M Chris Hush: That may be hard to do Lee Fu is dominating tonight. Kash pulls Lee Fu to his feet. Lee Fu, with a serious of elbows to the gut, sends Kash back doubling over trying to catch his breath.Lee Fu grabs Kash in a headlock and Kash struggles to get out of the hold. He lands blow after blow to the side of Lee Fu, forcing him to release the hold. Kash follows up with punches to the face of his opponent. Lee Fu knees Kash in the midsection. Hooking both of Kash's arms. He flips him up and plants Kash with a butterfly suplex! Lee Fu climbs to the top rope raising both arms, signaling to the crowd that he is going for a big splash. He leaps from the ropes. Kash gets his knees up just as Lee Fu is coming down. Lee Fu is rolling around on the mat in pain as Kash slowly rises to his feet. Zach Hurly: That had to hurt. Kash waits for Lee Fu to raise then drops Lee Fu to one knee with a kick to the back of his left knee. Lee Fu moves back to his feet. Lee Fu hits Kash with a rolling elbow smash to the face. Lee Fu then drops him with a DDT to the mat. Kash is back to his feet. Kash punches Lee Fu in the gut. Kash throws Lee Fu off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. Kash knees Lee Fu in the gut and rolls back to his feet. Kash bounces Lee Fu off the ropes and clotheslines him. Lee Fu is up again. Lee Fu hits Kash with a slingshot bodyblock taking him to the mat. Chris Hush: This is getting interesting. Kash is to his feet Irish whipping Lee Fu into the ropes, Lee Fu holds the ropes to stop his momentum Kash charges in knocking Lee Fu to the floor with a clothesline. Kash follows him to the floor. Kash grabs Lee Fu shoving his legs between his legs he power bombs him to the mat covering the floor outside the ring. Zach Hurly: That is it all that is required now is to get the Dumpster and take out the trash. Kash makes his way to the side of the ramp and rolls out a huge dumpster, Kash rolls Lee Fu back in the ring and climbs back into the ring he then picks Lee Fu up and tosses his him in the Dumpster. Kash goes to close the lid when Lee Fu stops him laying into him with a series of left and right forcing him back Lee Fu climbs out of the Dumpster back into the ring. Chris Hush: That was close we nearly had a new X-Kore Champion there. Zach Hurly: Lee Fu just got lucky there. Lee Fu with a Scissors kick to the side of the head, Lee Fu reaches down and drags the Kash to his feet. Kash connects a right fist to the gut of his opponent. Hooking his neck, Kash drops Lee Fu to the mat with a DDT. Kash drops an elbow into the heart of Lee Fu. Kash then stands up and begins to taunt the booing crowd before turning and pulling Lee Fu up by his neck. Lifting him over his head, Kash holds him there for a number of seconds before dropping Lee Fu to the mat. Zach Hurly: Kash is proving why he is one of the top guys in the EWF. Kash grabs Lee Fu around the neck pulling him to his feet he drags Lee Fu's face across the ropes. Kash goes for the Irish whip, but Lee Fu reverses it, sending him to the opposite side ropes. As Kash comes off the ropes, Lee Fu catches him with a stiff knee, stopping him in his tracks. Lee Fu lifts Kash up and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Kash crashes hard to the mat on his back and lower neck. Chris Hush: Lee Fu is showing he has the heart of Champion. Zach Hurly: The heart of a chump is more like it. Kash slowly gets to his feet and Lee Fu charges with a clothesline attempt but Kash ducks under, hitting Lee Fu with a neckbreaker both men are no laid out on the mat. Zach Hurly: Come on Kash get up and toss him in that Dumpster. Lee Fu raises to his feet grabbing Kash pulling him to his feet he drags him to the ropes. He tosses Kash into the dumpster, however, before he can close the lid Kash fights his way out. Both men begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. Zach Hurly: Come on Kash Chris Hush: Bias much? Zach Hurly: Shut up. Both men are to their feet. Lee Fu with a right that's blocked by Kash. Kash nails Lee Fu with a right of his own. Kash with another right that is once again blocked as Lee Fu hits a right of his own again. Lee Fu tags Kash with a right, then a left and another right. Kash is weaving around... Lee Fu goes for the KO hit but Kash ducks as Lee Fu spins around. Kash catches Lee Fu and hits him with a snapmare suplex. Chris Hush: Both men are leaving their all in the ring tonight, but only one can walk out with the X-Kore title. Kash and Lee Fu pop back up at the same time and Lee Fu knocks Kash back down with a clothesline. Kash gets back up... but Lee Fu drives a spinning heel kick right to Kash's gut, and then follows it up with a double underhook face slam. Both men are to their feet Lee Fu tries to whip Kash into the ropes... but Kash reverses, and takes Lee Fu down with a belly to back suplex on the rebound. Kash gets back to his feet, and begins to stomp away at Lee Fu. Kash lifts Lee Fu to his feet...Kash takes a few steps back, and then charges forward... but Lee Fu grabs Kash around the waist, and sends him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Lee Fu picks Kash up and sets him up for a piledriver. But Kash manages to reverse it into a back-bodydrop. Both men slowly get to their feet... and begin to trade punches. Zach Hurly: This is one hell of a fight. Lee Fu is suddenly picked up by Kash who positions him for a power bomb. Lee Fu is able to lock his legs around Kash's neck and execute a hurricarana, taking Kash down. Chris Hush: what a move by the X-Kore Champ. Both men are to their feet. Lee Fu grips Kash by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Kash slingshots back and ducks under the attempted clothesline. Kash grabs Lee Fu and hooks his arms in a butterfly position before planting him head first in to the mat with the double arm DDT. Kash pulls Lee Fu to his feet. Kash lifts Lee Fu onto his shoulders and delivers a back body drop Lee Fu's body hits the mat hard, bouncing Zach Hurly: We are moment’s way from crowning a new X-Kore Champion. Chris Hush: You may be right partner. Zach Hurly: Don’t be agreeing with me. Kash lifts up Lee Fu who hits him with a huge kick to the gut and then out of nowhere.... Lee Fu runs at Kash with a clothesline... Missing.... Flying over the top rope... And into the dumpster, the bell sounding. Sean Williams: Here is your winner and new X-Kore Champion, JASON KASH!!! ----------------------------------- Match #7 X-Division Championship Match Ladder Match Ryot © v. Anthony Tarantino ----------------------------------- John Stubbs: WOW! You’ve got to be ready for this one, Adams. This is going to be one hell of a match up. Anthony Tarantino hasn’t been on the best role lately but he has beaten The Living Highlight to get this chance tonight where he can potentially become new EWF X-Division Champ. Mike Adams: Ready? Sure. These two are going to step into hell with that ladder to my enjoyment and at the end of the day, only one is going to successfully scale that ladder and retrieve the championship. If I were to bet on this one, money is on Ryot. John Stubbs: I couldn’t agree more after last week when Ryot attacked Tarantino and later locking on The Noose (Modified Gogoplatta) causing him to bleed from the mouth. Ryot can be dangerous! He isn’t double champ right now for nothing. He has stepped between those ropes and done a lot of things that has made him a solid superstar. For some flashbacks, his feud with Spectre that culminated in a Japanese Death match back when this place was PWF was deadly, he took out Sanchez who is an all-time original EWF icon, since he had a Ladder match with The Living Highlight at Kings of Hell, The Living Highlight has never been the same. Ryot is a walking career killer and Anthony better watch out! The strobe lights in the Giants Stadium directed downwards and provided a circling spotlight, illuminating the steel ladder at the exterior of the ring and at the end of the rampway. Cameras switch up above the wrestling ring and high in the air where folded and suspended above, hangs the EWF X-Division Championship in its suspender. “DING, DING, DING!!!!!!” Sean Williams stood in the middle of the ring as he makes his focused introductions to the next match on this solid night. Sean Williams: The following is a Ladder match and is for the EWF X-Division Championship! “C.R.E.A.M” by Wu Tang Clan erupts over the stadium from the big speakers to some boos as Anthony Tarantino comes out of the curtain with Matty Broccoli in front of him and Tina Tattigleone to his side, making their way past the stage and down the ramp. Sean Williams: Here is the challenger from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds! He is accompanied by Matty Broccoli and Tina Tattigleone! He is Anthony Tarantino! Tina clings onto Tarantino’s side and they exchange words which make her laugh. Tarantino signals for the fans to “F” Off by waving his chin. John Stubbs: Well how rude is this competitor, telling our fans to go you know what? Mike Adams: Good for every one of them. They can’t just come to see such an awesome show and not even receive not even a little harassment. John Stubbs: Okay that is so low, Adams. Just damn low. These fans pay a lot to see this show, they deserve none of that. Mike Adams: Oh and I care!? John Stubbs: I’ve always seen the reason for why you have not even an ounce of sense which that’s why I don’t even bother with you. Anyways… for the thuggish challenger Anthony Tarantino, his time may spell now and factor in two of his side kicks with him, you got to wonder if they will play any role whatsoever. Matty looks happy and looks back and talks to Tarantino about whacking someone. Matty soon reaches into a pocket and hands Tarantino a huge stack of hundreds and he rolls it out and quickly waves it in front of a fans face. He then pulls it back and gives it back to Matty who places it back in her pocket. Mike Adams: Might wanna send some of that money over here! They don’t pay me enough! John Stubbs: You mean too much. Mike Adams: I don’t recall talking to you! Tarantino reaches near the ring back stops to check out the ladder at the bottom of the ramp as he inspects it quite a bit, shifting it from left to right and predetermining how he plans to use it while his peoples encourage him to use it to the furthest extent. He then continues on with them and rolls into the ring with Matty behind him. Mike Adams: Tina? Come over here! Matty holds out his hand while Tarantino practices punching his hand. Tina steps onto the apron after using the steel steps to get up before Tarantino goes to pull the ropes apart for her to enter the ring. They share a peck prior to Tarantino running around the ring and beginning to say “f” off to the fans again. Shortly, Tarantino then approaches and hops to the middle turnbuckle to the far end of the ring and gives a final chin wave and this time he screams out, "f*ck off" while Tina and Matty departs the ring for the outside area. Tarantino now awaits his opponent. Tina sees and hears co-commentator Mike Adams calling for her as he invites her only to a seat and she heads over to it. He gives her a headset. --- The lights go out and the “Death in Vogue” by Deathstars instantly hits the speakers along with flashing lights to the eruption of the crowd who wanted and waited to see Ryot all night. Ryot comes out with the EWF Tag Team Title that occupied his right shoulder and pauses at the top of the ramp extending his arms out side to side as blue flames ignite on the sides of the ramp all the way down. Ryot makes his way down the ramp. Sean Williams: And his opponent from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 278 pounds! He is one half of the EWF Tag Team Champions and the EWF X-Division Champion! This is Ryot!! John Stubbs: These fans have anticipated seeing Ryot tonight and here he is! Mike Adams: But they will not be pleased if he loses that belt for sure as we conducted a poll on EWFederation.4t.com and the results showed that if Ryot loses his championship voted by the fans, they will riot. John Stubbs: Really!? Mike Adams: I know eh, you’re actually straight! You’re lucky this country isn’t that harsh on h-o-m-o. John Stubbs: Well out of the blue here you come again. You know what, you’re lucky that your jokes are funny enough for management to keep you in this position. Mike Adams: Whatever dumpling, focus on calling this thing, because it’s the only exercise you really get. But unfortunately it ain’t doing a damn thing for you. Ryot walks his way all the way down the ramp. John Stubbs: Mike, shut up! Sorry folks for that, I apologize on behalf of both of us ‘cause I’m the nice one anyway. Mike Adams: The fat-ass nice one. John Stubbs: Anyways, resuming professionalism, Ryot has nearly been running with that EWF X-Division Championship for two months. He has defended once against The Living Highlight at KOH and now question remains to be unfolded on this night, can he defend against Tarantino? Can he go on and hold that belt for a longer time? Can he shatter Nick Shaw’s record setting of 114 days? Time is the only answer. Ryot stops by to look at the ladder knowing he’s downed TLH in a Ladder match at the previous PPV who came after his title and seemingly looked to want to do another one like that tonight. He goes off to the ring steps, up, and between the middle ropes he enters with only a determined look on his face throughout it all. Ryot stared up at the EWF X-Division Title and then looks over at Tarantino sure within himself that the championship will only stay in his possession after the confrontation while pointing himself out. Tina Tattigleone: You know guys? This Ryot guy is a real jerk for attacking my man last week and he will lose that belt, I guarantee. Ant will win tonight. John Stubbs: Yeah and what makes you so sure? Tina Tattigleone: Confidence, John, confidence! Tarantino tells Ryot to “go f*ck yourself” and stands in the ring just watching Ryot as Ryot disregards his words seconds later just maybe thinking he’s another typical mobster and paces around trying to warm up a bit for the proceeding. Tina Tattigleone: Yeah you tell him!!! By this time, the Announcer Sean Williams had known it was time to go over towards the broadcast section to take a seat. Tarantino stands there legs separated, thumbs hitched to his gear like a true ruffian mobster with a rude boy pose. Matty cheered him on at ringside. Ryot brought some of his hair back with his right hand as the championship belt still sat over his shoulder. He only brought that belt out to slightly show it off. He paused to take one good look at Tarantino and muttered “You think you can beat me, huh, me, double champion?” before shaking his head in disapproval. The referee, Justin Timers approached Ryot now as Ryot handed him the title. Timers departed with the belt out of the ring. The bell was rung. DING, DING, DING! John Stubbs: Time to finally kick this one off. Ryot and Tarantino move into the center of the ring now and both looks up at the belt before meeting eye to eye. They have this kind of communication between them that tells them that they’re both planning to go for a lock up. Ryot and Tarantino extends their arms out now and are about to lock it up. Their hands get closer and closer and “bam!!” Tarantino pulls a dirty one when he takes advantage of a swift motion to jab Ryot right in the face that forces Ryot to favor his face while turning away feeling out the impact of that sleazy cheap shot. “Boo” the fans said with depreciation. Tarantino gets quick on mounting the offense on Ryot. Tarantino turns Ryot around and begins striking some more blows into his face with Ryot backing off just a bit and stumbling onto the ropes near the ring-front. He is certainly caught off guard from that sucker punch. John Stubbs: Dirty tricks by Tarantino there. Match is however off to a solid start. Tina Tattigleone: Dirty tricks? This isn’t a standard match, Stubbs. This is a Ladder match which means anything goes. Mike Adams: You got it Tina! Tina Tattigleone: I know, I think I should become one of you guys. Tarantino measures him up and takes a couple steps back to come in with a Clothesline and he does. But Ryot avoided and ducks under the incoming arm of Tarantino, using his shoulder and arm to Back body drop him over the top ropes to the delight of the fans. Tarantino lands sideways on the apron. Ryot thinks he has flipped him over successfully but that is until a hell of a blow meets his neck-back. Tina Tattigleone: Get him Ant. As Tarantino goes to climb the turnbuckle from bottom rope, to middle, to top rope and Ryot is holding the back of his neck unaware of his opponent’s intentions, Tarantino ascends to the top. Ryot turns himself around slowly and his fate comes crashing down on him, particularly a Missile dropkick, sending him to the canvas of the ring. The fans groan. Tarantino is immediately getting back to his feet. Ryot gets up slowly by using his elbows to get on his hands and press himself to his feet and ultimately a vertical base. However, Tarantino doesn’t wait around as by the time Ryot gets to both feet, he is gutted with fierce kick to the middle. Tarantino runs to the nearby ropes, rebounds as the ropes presses him off and he Dropkicks the side of Ryot’s face, sending him back down to the canvas. John Stubbs: Tarantino is just taking it to Ryot here, showing him why he is the number one contender! Mike Adams: I wanna see these guys tare more hell out of one another. Following that while Ryot is on was prone on the mat and out from the kick to the head, Tarantino walked over to Ryot and got down simultaneously turning him over and repeatedly clobbered him with his right hand, square into the face, hard shots that appeared to want to open Ryot up. Ryot covered up a bit until he saw the opening to shove Tarantino off of him as Tarantino fell to the mat and got right back up. Ryot was given the time to get back to his feet and Tarantino stood right in front of him. An Irish whip sends Ryot to the ropes but he jumps and turns to counter the whip with Tarantino reaching the ropes as his back rebounds but Ryot meets him at the end and takes his head off with a Clothesline, both go falling to the concrete floor on the outside as the crowd outbursts with an uproarious cheer. John Stubbs: Whoa, huge Clothesline over the top rope, both men down on the floor. What an explosion!! Mike Adams: I think I’m going to see what I’m asking for. Tina Tattigleone: Come on Ant. Get that sucker, Ryot. Both crawl for leverage to use to get back up. Ryot uses the barricade, Tarantino uses the apron. While they are located near to the ringside to the front of the ring, Tarantino pursues Ryot but only gets a kick to his stomach region and his head slammed against the barricade. Ryot takes him by the scruff of the head, bringing him over to where the ladder is located and just drives Tarantino’s face right into it and Tarantino is flipped forward in the process – his back crashing down on the ladder during the fall. “Yeah, take that Tarantino” says a loud fan in the crowd. Tarantino looks hurt as he holds his elbow that had knocked up on the steel. Ryot keeps on the attack and picks up the afflicted Tarantino and firmly whips him into the steel steps with Tarantino being forced to crash his shoulder into the top step “boom” the top step flies off and he drops face down on the floor. “OHHHH” says the crowd, the impact having an effect on them. Ryot touches his face a bit, trying not to wipe off any face paint but he still felt the punch that landed there from earlier. John Stubbs: Damn! I think Tarantino is hurt badly. Tina Tattigleone: Oh no! Mike Adams: I’m absolutely enjoying this, where’s the popcorn when you need it. John Stubbs: Sick, you derive pleasure from other’s discomfort. Ryot bent down to lift the ladder between his fingers and dash it into the ring under bottom rope. He took a short breath by leaning on the apron but he was five seconds later back on the beat down. Back after Tarantino again, he got to him, knelt down, flipped him over and planted some good right in his face, remunerating Tarantino for his previous vicious streak. Ryot got up and left Tarantino to lay and rest on the floor and no not after The Sick Feet Under. He roamed over to the right side of the ringside from the ramp. He flipped the apron curtain up onto the ring and pulled out something and it was a table. “Yeah” says the fans as Ryot slid the folded table under the bottom rope. He went around to where Matty was and just knocked him on his ass, making the crowd cheer even more and they laugh as well. Ryot walked passed the broadcast table but then realized he was done doing what he was doing and turned back around to go up the steps near the broadcast table and into the ring. Tina Tattigleone: Don’t you put your hands on MATTY!! John Stubbs: That punch is certainly going to leave Matty on Dream Street for some time, Tina. Tarantino was out of this world on the outside as Ryot went for the ladder he slid into the ring. He picked it up and brought the ladder to the center of the ring, situating it folded upwards before opening and stretching it out and getting it in the accurate position. Ryot went to a climbing side and started up the ladder for his X-Division Title very slowly to the building momentum that followed with every step up a rung. Tarantino moved showing life. He soon got to his knees and was grabbing onto the apron with one arm followed by the other very slowly as Ryot almost got half way up. We then we see Tarantino’s face, completely out of it he looks. He soon slides himself under the bottom and Ryot wasn’t much far from the top of the ladder. Ryot reached out for the title, just fingertips away from its reach. Tarantino got to his feet as soon as he could but was it too late? Tina Tattlgleone: Ryot’s going to win! No stop him Ant. John Stubbs: Just inches away from pulling down his belt. Ryot was too busy trying to reach the title and didn’t see Tarantino was on his feet. Tarantino walked over groggily to the ladder and fell against it as the ladder tittered over taking Ryot with it but he jumped off very promptly on his feet as the ladder fell folded to the mat, “clank” it sounded against the mat. Tarantino was on his hands and knees. Ryot grabbed the ladder from the mat after bending down for it and straightening up. He targeted for Tarantino and just launches the ladder across his back as Tarantino yelled in acute pain and anguish with a big “AHH!” before going down on his elbow in the process and said “shit” in pain for the same elbow he had sustained affliction from earlier. He is certainly feeling the consequences of a Ladder match. John Stubbs: The ladder strikes right against the human body. Tarantino is not leaving this match untainted. Mike Adams: I love this! Tina Tattigleone: Well I don’t, not one damn bit okay? Ryot placed the ladder on him, the ladder laid flat out on top of him, Ryot goes by the ropes, clings on to the top rope with both hands and stomps the ladder onto him “stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp”. Following this onslaught, Tarantino was in enough pain that he quickly rolled out of the ring clutching his entire self. “Boo” the fans uttered as they didn’t like the fact that the situation became evitable for him. Ryot hadn’t either and he had something in mind. Ryot reached the ladder up, fled backwards to the opposite ends of ropes and came forward all the way to the end of the next set of ropes and… John Stubbs: OH MY GOD! Ryot just leaped over the Top rope with a hell of a Diving leap landing on Anthony Tarantino with the ladder. “WHOAAA!” said the crowd. They were delighted by every minute of this match. They now said “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”. Mike Adams: Have we ever seen that from him? John Stubbs: Whether we have or not, that is what the X-Division is all about - High flying, risk-taking action! Tina Tattigleone: Come on Ant. Come on! Ryot had leaped way into the air and landed forward on Tarantino, taking him to the floor in the process in the area of ringside, near the steps to the front of the ring. Both were out on the floor but Tarantino especially because he was the recipient of the ladder shot. It seemed like bedtime for the two who were just sprawled out. Couple seconds later, specifically 30 seconds, Ryot made the first move and attempt to get on a knee. He did so and paced over to the broadcast table to give time to Tarantino to get his ass up off of the floor but he was still out. Matty at this time had just got back to his feet not content one bit after Ryot struck him earlier. The referee ran pass Ryot and over to Tarantino getting down and questioning Tarantino if he’s alright and if he wanted to give up the bout, Tarantino said “hell no”! The referee accepted and walked off back to ringside while Ryot came right back over to him. John Stubbs: He ain’t going to give this one up so easily ref. Tarantino motioned and exhibited life, he took his hurtful time to get up off the floor, Ryot measured in on his target, the radar was set, Tarantino near the barricade and Ryot launched himself out for a Spear on Tarantino. But he dodged it and “BOOOOM!” Ryot felt one of the hardest self-inflicted blows when he knocked up into the thick barricade as the fans go “OHHH”. Fans in row one stood up and stared down at him holding his shoulder. Tarantino was shaking off that elbow of agony. He went to pull the apron curtain up and reached under for a second ladder but a longer one that was slid under the bottom rope after taking hold of it. He pulled the curtain back down, stomped on Ryot three times and entered after the ladder. John Stubbs: A second ladder comes into play now, a much longer one at that. Tina Tattigleone: Yes! This is great. John Stubbs: You just said you didn’t like it. Tina Tattigleone: What happen? A girl can’t change her mind? Tarantino stood up; grabbed the ladder and set the ladder up underneath where the championship hung. There was such a gleam in his eyes for it and he went up the rungs for it but he was weakened and fatigued. He took a step and five seconds later another as things followed in that pattern. Ryot remained to still be hurt on the outside. Tarantino continued up in that state of progress just only reaching the middle after a minute. Ryot somehow found his way back to his feet. That belt had him doing everything to make sure he retained it. Ryot slid into the ring, Tarantino a little further than half way still moving slowly. Tina Tattigleone: Climb faster Ant. John Stubbs: He’s getting there but not fast enough. Ryot caught up with him once he got up the ladder. Both exchanged and reciprocated fatal right hand shots and both were desperate to stay in this thing. At the top now, Ryot sent one to Tarantino, he sent one back. Back-and-forth it went between the two until Tarantino grabbed Ryot’s hair and slammed his face against the top of the ladder, unbalancing Ryot and almost causing him to fall off. Tarantino sees his chance to proceed and maybe climb for the title while Ryot is down. Tarantino repeats by grabbing the hair and hitting the face against the top of the object they stand on and…Ryot falls off the ladder to the canvas, back-first, breathing heavily. Tarantino is your winner here, he’s a clear winner and all he has to do is reach out for that title. Tina Tattigleone: yes, he wins, he wins!! Mike Adams: It seems Tarantino has this won now; all he gotta do is reach. The title is within his grasp. John Stubbs: For sure. Tarantino climbs just a couple more steps when an idea strikes him right in the mind. Stupidly instead of going for the title, Tarantino decides he wants more of Ryot in this match; he wants to show off more of his abilities. Tina Tattigleone: NO!!! WHAT IS HE DOING!!! Mike Adams: Something very stupid that will come back and bite him in the ass. John Stubbs: Oh my… tell me he didn’t just make the craziest mistake of his career? Tarantino rather switches to the other side of the ladder and mounts to the top looking down at Ryot as the fans get ready for something huge. Tarantino presses off the ladder, going backwards, flipping in the air, head hanging down, Moonsault baby, and he twists and lands for a big Moonsault elbow!! Some fans clap, some fans boo and some say, “WHOA”!! Likely after this assault, Tarantino had just used up the last fuel in his tank but stupidly when he had the chance to retrieve the title. He just thought he was bad-ass and needed to get at Ryot. Both lay flat out on the canvas. Ryot pulled the hair out of his face, Tarantino only moved a leg from side to side. They had the tired look basically upon the both of them. 23 seconds later after hard breathing and predetermination of the next move, they’re back up again and the fans are ready for another go if anything was left in them. John Stubbs: I am just impressed and amazed with that move by Tarantino, very phenomenal. Tina Tattigleone: I can’t believe he did such a stupid thing, we definitely gotta talk after this. Ryot hands Tarantino a slow right, he receives one back, Ryot sends another slow right, Tarantino comes in stronger with this time a Clothesline that caught air as Ryot ducked under the arm, both spun around now, Ryot with a Big boot, Tarantino telegraphed the foot and surprisingly ducked under that too, waiting for his opponent to spin back around. A kick and another and another and another and he dropped Ryot for a DDT straight down on his head. He then walks over to the turnbuckle near the steps close to broadcast area. He untied the turnbuckle padding and exposed it. Fans booed as there was absolutely nothing the official could do about it as he looked on from the outside. He went back for Ryot picking him up and dragging him by the head to the expose turnbuckle. He intended to slam Ryot’s head into it and as he had Ryot by the nape of the neck, and brought his head down for the fatal blow, Ryot blocked the blow by holding onto the turnbuckle and preventing Tarantino from bringing his head down for the bounce on the buckle as fans said “yeah”. John Stubbs: Momentum shifts again, Ryot now in the driver’s seat. Tina Tattigleone: I am so disappointed that Tarantino decided to make such a move! Ryot punched away at Tarantino and draped him in the corner going all out wild on him with furies of punches and lining him up good too. Ryot pulled him out of the corner now and strikes his hand around the neck of Tarantino, Chokeslam time maybe. No, Tarantino blocked and kicked Ryot between the legs, a desperate move to avoid a Chokeslam. Tarantino watched Ryot drop to his knees in pain and then pushed the rest of him down. It was time for Tarantino to climb and this could be his last chance to potentially seal the deal. Tarantino goes up one rung and another rung and gradually reaches the middle. Ryot moved around in anguish while Tarantino continued to climb. Ryot astonishingly hops off his hands to his feet and pushes the ladder over and there goes Tarantino in utter shock with the tittering ladder as he lands right on the family Juels in between the top rope. Ryot had fell back to his hands and feet but got up and ran with a Big boot and “bam”, Tarantino is knocked to the outside in severe pain. John Stubbs: Vicious kick to the face and the might be it right here. Tina Tattigleone: Oh no, this one looks over. NO!!! John Stubbs: But… Tina…! Ryot holds onto the ropes in so much pain it wasn’t even pretty – his testicular area was in sheer pain. But he knew it was time to end this thing so he fixed the ladder up and started up when Tina Tattigleone and Matty got into the ring as soon as possible to try and stop Ryot. Ryot got down and gave two of them stern eyes. Ryot punched down Matty and took Tina who was screaming to the fans delight and enjoyment and put her between his legs for the Ryot Driver! “Bang!”!!! She was definitely out after that. Ryot climbed the ladder, rung after rung after rung and finally got to the top and released his championship from the suspender. “DING, DING, DING!” Tarantino was out cold on the outside while his two peoples were out in the ring. Sean Williams: Your winner of this match and still EWF X-Division Champion… Ryot! Ryot dropped down to the ring with his championship clutched in his arms and still feeling some pain that will likely effect him overnight. John Stubbs: OH MY GOD!! This was a great match! It was very physical from the beginning to end, it had its moments and at the end of the day, Ryot is still X-Division Champion. The only thing that wasn’t implemented however was that table but still, a great match here at Exotic Sunset!! Mike Adams: Tarantino gave it what he could for that belt and it didn’t pay off but he had a chance to take the win and he went to do something stupid just because he wanted to show off his abilities. He’s lucky stupidity ain’t a crime. John Stubbs: Well folks the next match on this massive piece of Pay-per-view is coming right up shortly. Ryot got to his feet after a few long seconds for the ref to raise his arm as he raised the belt in the air and later drooped to the mat and rolled out of the ring with his belt as he raised it aloft while making his way back up the ramp to the back. ----------------------------------- Match #8 Cross Brand Battle Royal Match Steve Steele v. Jon Cannons v. Sean Cameron v. Koda "Studilicious" Daniels v. Carson Alexander v. Genocide v. Korrupt v. The Maverick Elite v. Robert Davis v. Anton Steele ----------------------------------- (All 10 wrestlers -- 5 from Revolution and 5 from Mayhem -- are in the ring. The referee calls for the opening bell.) DING, DING, DING! (Wrestlers from each brand go after wrestlers from the other brand. It's Steve Steele and Genocide, Jon Cannons and Korrupt, Sean Cameron and The Maverick Elite, Koda Daniels and Robert Davis, and Carson Alexander and Anton Steele.) John Stubbs: All 10 men are getting crazy in that ring! Chris Hush: Steve Steele and Jon Cannons don't seem to have any trouble disposing of Genocide and Korrupt. (Steele and Cannons stand up with their respective Revolution opponents. They then throw Genocide and Korrupt over the top rope, both pairs of both feet hitting the floor.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, GENOCIDE AND KORRUPT HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: Genocide (Revolution), Korrupt (Revolution) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), Sean Cameron (Mayhem), Koda Daniels (Mayhem), Carson Alexander (Mayhem), The Maverick Elite (Revolution), Robert Davis (Revolution), and Anton Steele (Revolution) Zack Hurly: I knew those two could be an effective tag team! Mike Adams: This is not a tag team match, dumbass! Zack Hurly: You're right! It's more of a 5-on-3 handicap match! (Anton Steele and Koda Daniels are slugging away at one another. The Maverick Elite is trying to fend off Steve Steele and Jon Cannons while Sean Cameron and Carson Alexander double-team Robert Davis.) John Stubbs: Davis trying to fight out of his predicament. (Sean Cameron grabs Davis around the waist and hoists him up above his head as if he were preparing for a German Suplex. Alexander shoots off the ropes. He comes at Davis with a clothesline, but Davis ducks and Alexander hits Cameron!) Mike Adams: That's for the first two eliminations! (Alexander inadvertently clotheslines Cameron over the top rope. Cameron collapses to the floor with both feet touching it.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, SEAN CAMERON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: Sean Cameron (Mayhem) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), Koda Daniels (Mayhem), Carson Alexander (Mayhem), The Maverick Elite (Revolution), Robert Davis (Revolution), and Anton Steele (Revolution) (Meanwhile, Koda Daniels and Anton Steele are talking trash at one another in the ring. Both charge at each other and hit each other with a double spear. Both men are knocked out.) Chris Hush: Look at this! Steve Steele and Jon Cannons are picking up what's left of Anton Steele! John Stubbs: At the same time, we have The Maverick Elite and Robert Davis helping Koda Daniels to his feet! Zack Hurly: And Carson Alexander waits in the corner, trying to see what happens! (Steve Steele and Jon Cannons have Anton Steele on their shoulders and walk to the ropes. They dump his knocked-out body over the top rope and onto the floor. Both of Anton's feet hit the ringside mats.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, ANTON STEELE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: Anton Steele (Revolution) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), Sean Cameron (Mayhem), Koda Daniels (Mayhem), Carson Alexander (Mayhem), The Maverick Elite (Revolution), and Robert Davis (Revolution) Mike Adams: The Maverick Elite and Robert Davis are preceeding to dump Koda Daniels' lifeless body over the top!... Koda goes over and his feet hit the floor! (Koda is at ringside, body collapsed into a weak fetal position as his feet are grazing the floor.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, KODA DANIELS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: Koda Daniels (Mayhem) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), Carson Alexander (Mayhem), The Maverick Elite (Revolution), and Robert Davis (Revolution) Zack Hurly: It's still a handicap match in Mayhem's favor! Mike Adams: Don't count out Maverick and Virus! Remember, you can't get rid of a virus that easily, especially if he is Maverick on the side! (Robert Davis gets a crazed look in his eye and runs up to Carson Alexander, who picks up Davis and slams him with an authoritative Spinebuster!) Chris Hush: Carson Alexander showing us that anybody that gets in his way will be taken out easily! (Alexander walks around Davis and surveys his damage. He is at Davis's head when The Maverick Elite gets up behind him and grabs him by what little hair he has on his head. Maverick goes over and slings Alexander over the top rope! Maverick walks over to Steve Steele and Jon Cannons, telling them about what he did when Alexander does the Skinning the Cat maneuver to get himself back into the ring.) Chris Hush: Carson Alexander's not out of it yet! (Alexander sneaks up behind The Maverick Elite and tries to slam his head into the nearest turnbuckle, but Maverick blocks it and slams Alexander's head into the turnbuckle, from top to bottom, back up to the top.) Mike Adams: Maverick's got the edge on this lone wolf here! (Steve Steele and Jon Cannons walk over to try and help Alexander, but Robert Davis jumps on the back of Jon Cannons and tries to choke him out with a variation of the Kata Hajime that has Cannons still standing. Steele goes over to help his fellow Mayhem wrestler. Maverick uses this to take advantage of a groggy Carson Alexander, whom he slings over the top rope.) Zack Hurly: Carson Alexander's still hanging on! John Stubbs: Hold up! Maverick's hitting Alexander with knife-edge chops to the chest! (Steve Steele sees Maverick trying to eliminate Alexander. He charges over and aims for a clothesline, but Maverick ducks down and Steele hits Alexander, who falls off the apron and hits the floor, both feet first.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, CARSON ALEXANDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: Carson Alexander (Mayhem) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), The Maverick Elite (Revolution), and Robert Davis (Revolution) Mike Adams: Maverick takes advantage of a distraction and charges at Steele! Chris Hush: Wait up! Jon Cannons, who just managed to get Davis off of his back literally, is coming in and helps Steele hoist Maverick up! They hit him with a double-team chokeslam! John Stubbs: Robert Davis is not taking this lying down! (Davis springs himself off the second rope and turns around to aim Cannons with a springboard dropkick, but Jon Cannons slams him down to the canvas with one hand! Steele mounts Maverick and starts punching him repeatedly in the face. Cannons picks up Robert Davis with relative ease and shoots himself and Davis off the ropes, grabbing onto the back of Davis's neck. They both run to the opposite set of ropes and Cannons slings Davis over the top rope, sending Davis flying onto the entrance ramp face-first!) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, "THE VIRUS" ROBERT DAVIS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: "The Virus" Robert Davis (Revolution) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem), Jon Cannons (Mayhem), and The Maverick Elite (Revolution) John Stubbs: Look! Get a close up on Davis! His face is busted open at various spots! (Camera zooms in on Davis, who has several cuts on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. The cuts start dripping blood as Davis staggers himself to a standing position.) Chris Hush: That's Jon Cannons for you! Zack Hurly: I thought Pitbull was a better name for him. (Now it is Steve Steele, Jon Cannons, and The Maverick Elite. Steele and Cannons try to circle Maverick, but he is quick enough to see where they're going around him. Both Steele and Cannons get up in Maverick's face, licking their lips.) Zack Hurly: Mayhem's bloodthirsty for Maverick here! (Maverick slaps Cannons in the face, then slaps Steele in the face. Maverick clotheslines Cannons to the canvas, then he clotheslines Steele. Both men get up and charge at one another but stop just as Maverick gets out of the way. Maverick looks at the fans and taps the side of his head.) Mike Adams: Maverick was smart there! John Stubbs: Maverick, turn around! (As Maverick turns around, Cannons and Steele double-team him and grab him by the throat. They hoist him up in the air and walk over to the nearest set of ropes. They attempt to throw him over but look at one another and shake their heads. They go to the adjacent set of ropes and think about sending him over them, but they change their minds. They do this with the other two sets of ropes until...) Chris Hush: What are they gonna do to Maverick?! Zack Hurly: Damn! Chris Hush: You mean "bam"? Zack Hurly: No, I meant "Damn! I'm disappointed that Steele and Cannons decided to let that old fart go!) Mike Adams: See, they know better. John Stubbs: There are no disqualifications so Maverick can pull a trick of his own, you-- Chris Hush: Steele and Cannons are picking Maverick back up and slinging him over the top rope! Zack Hurly: I knew those two had something up their sleeves! (Maverick flies over the top rope and crashes up against the announcers' table. He is too dazed to keep his feet up so he rests them on the floor. Steele walks over to the ropes and smirks as he sees Maverick trying to get up from that crash.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, THE MAVERICK ELITE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! -- ELIMINATED: The Maverick Elite (Revolution) -- Remaining Wrestlers: Steve Steele (Mayhem) and Jon Cannons (Mayhem) Chris Hush: It's now up to these two, and it has been Mayhem dominating Revolution, but WAIT A MINUTE! CANNONS SHOOTS HIMSELF OFF THE ROPES AND IS COMING AT STEVE STEELE! Zack Hurly: CANNONS HITS STEELE WITH THE BIG BOOT FROM BEHIND! (Steele falls over the top rope and his feet immediately hit the floor. The rest of his body falls to join Maverick as Jon Cannons raises his arms in the air to mixed reaction from the fans.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, STEVE STEELE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! The winner of this Cross-Brand Battle Royal is JON CANNONS! -- ELIMINATED: Steve Steele (Mayhem) -- Remaining: Jon Cannons (Mayhem) Zack Hurly: (laughing) I knew Jon Cannons was the bigger jerk out of those two! Chris Hush: Mayhem gets this one for the night! Mike Adams: How could they double-team an old man and a young kid? John Stubbs: Don't worry. We took out Koda Daniels and caused some of their guys to eliminate their own roster members. (The referee rolls into the ring and raises Cannons' arms in the air.) ----------------------------------- Match #9 Womens Championship Match Singles Match Kelly Roviska v. Lucy Taylor ----------------------------------- (The camera cuts to John Stubbs and Mike Adams at the Revolution announcers' table.) John Stubbs: It's finally time. We will crown our first EWF Women's Champion since our return a few months ago. Mike Adams: This one will be good. We have Kelly Roviska vs. Lucy Taylor, both of whom have winning streaks that are about a few matches long, but one Diva's streak will end tonight. John Stubbs: Let's get to the Divas, shall we? (Sean Williams is once again in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.) Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Diva's Match from the Revolution brand for the vacant EWF Women's Championship match! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 119 pounds, she is KELLY ROVISKA! ("Light a Fire" by Nuts in a Blender bursts over the P.A. system. The lights slowly begin to dim as the fans erect to their feet in cheers. From the backstage area comes Kelly Roviska, running out in her wrestling gear, stopping at the top of the ramp. She raises her arms pointing to the left and then pointing back to the right. Kelly nods her head as she continues to walk down the ramp with a smile on her face. She slaps the hands of a few of the fans and then slowly walks up the black steel steps. She grabs hold of the top rope, pulling it back and shooting forward, jumping over the top rope. Kelly runs to the nearest turnbuckle, jumping to the middle turnbuckle and raising both her arms as the crowd once again erupts into cheers. Kelly jumps down as her music fades out and she awaits her opponent.) Mike Adams: I've been seeing a mean streak in this woman as of late. John Stubbs: She is determined to establish the EWF Women's Division as a force to be reckoned with. Sean Williams: And her opponent, from Manhattan, New York and weighing in at 110 pounds, she is LUCY TAYLOR! ("Take Me Back" by Story of the Year fills the arena, and the fans on hand get up to their feet in anticipation of the Diva they all know who was about to make her entrance. Lucy Taylor steps out of the curtain to an uproar of cheers as camera flashes lit up the dark arena like lightning in the night sky. She smiles her little smiles as she heads down to the ring, touching the hands of the fans fighting for position to touch the red-haired goddess. Lucy climbs the metal stairs as she walks along the apron of the ring, delicately grazing the top rope with her hand arriving at the end of the apron. She gracefully turns around to more cheers as she smirks sweetly and enters the ring under the second rope. She crosses into the middle of the ring and poses for some pictures, blowing kisses to her adoring fans as the music begins to fade into the distance.) John Stubbs: We have Lucy Taylor, perhaps the biggest challenge to Kelly Roviska as of now. Mike Adams: I can't believe Lucy is coming out here with that bruised eye of hers. John Stubbs: That's an EWF Diva for you. (Referee Hawk Peterson goes over the rules with both Kelly and Lucy. He goes to the timekeeper to retrieve the EWF Women's Championship title belt, holding it up to let everybody know that this is a title match. After handing it back to the timekeeper, he calls for the opening bell.) DING, DING, DING! (Kelly and Lucy grapple each other, starting off with the classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. Kelly turns it into a wristlock, followed by a hammerlock, then into a side headlock.) John Stubbs: Kelly on the offensive here against Lucy. Mike Adams: Andrew Watts probably taught Ms. Roviska well. John Stubbs: (hesitant) I'm not sure if Kelly wants you to mention Andrew's name. (Lucy pushes Kelly off of her and to the ropes. Kelly rebounds and knocks Lucy down with the shoulderblock. She shoots off the adjacent ropes and hops over Lucy as she rebounds. She goes off from the opposite set of ropes and when she rebounds from that set of ropes, Lucy catches her with a Swinging Neckbreaker and goes for the cover.) ONE! T-- (Kelly kicks out. Lucy helps Kelly to her feet, but Kelly responds by delivering a Monkey Flip, delivering Lucy to the turnbuckle. Lucy turns around as Kelly charges at her with a shoulder thrust. Kelly goes for another one -- BAM! Kelly goes for a third one, but Lucy pulls herself up in time to allow Kelly to ram herself into the shoulder post. Lucy comes down on Kelly with a Sunset Flip out of the turnbuckles into a cover.) ONE! T-- (Kelly kicks out by kicking Lucy's head at both sides with her shins. As Lucy leans back, Kelly does a backwards roll to her feet. She grabs Lucy's feet and drags the rest of her opponent into the middle of the ring. Still holding onto her ankles, Kelly flips herself on top of Lucy with a jackknife roll-up.) ONE! T-- (Lucy bridges up with Kelly on top of her. She spins herself and Kelly around until they are back to back, then gets Kelly in a backslide pin with a bridge.) ONE! TW-- John Stubbs: Close one here! Mike Adams: I must say that was rather nice. (Kelly kicks out. Both ladies roll to their feet as the crowd cheers for the match. Some fans start chanting "KEL-LY!" while others chant "LU-CY!" Both ladies bask in the glory briefly before getting back to business as they meet up with a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Kelly has the advantage as she tries to bring Lucy down to her knees. Lucy slowly gets up on both feet and tries to force Kelly down, but Kelly only budges a little. Lucy brings her knees up to Kelly's chest and delivers a Monkey Flip to her, but Kelly floats over before Lucy lands on the canvas back-first. With Kelly back-to-back with Lucy, she gets her opponent in a backslide pin with a bridge.) ONE! TW-- (Lucy rolls backwards and hits Kelly with a basement dropkick. She goes for the cover.) ONE! TW-- (Kelly kicks out. Lucy sees the set of ropes to her right. She runs toward them and jumps off of them, attempting to hit an Asai Moonsault in the ring, but Kelly rolls out of the way, Lucy lands on her feet, and in quick fashion Kelly switches behind Lucy and gets her with a Schoolgirl Roll-up.) ONE! TWO! (Lucy rolls over and puts Kelly in an armbar with Roviska on all fours while Lucy is lightly sitting on one of her shoulder blades. Kelly has her arm out for the ropes, waving her fingers, then she flips herself on top of Lucy, transitioning smoothly into a Maghistal Cradle.) ONE! TWO! (Lucy rolls to her side to avoid the "THREE". She quickly wraps her legs around Kelly's neck while grabbing onto her wrist, basically locking her into a Triangle Choke.) John Stubbs: Lucy not giving up here. Mike Adams: Oh, but Kelly made it to the ropes! (Hawk Peterson orders Lucy to release the hold. Lucy does a backwards somersault, and as she does, Kelly rolls her up.) ONE! TWO! (Lucy kicks out and rolls backwards to her feet. In a wrestling stance, she faces Kelly, who is also in a grappling stance. Both ladies circle each other and charge at one another, slugging away. Kelly gets the upper hand -- or fist -- as she punches Lucy, who goes off the ropes and catches her in a front headlock. Lucy goes and jumps off the adjacent set of ropes before driving her down to the canvas with a Springboard Tornado DDT.) Mike Adams: Damn, Lucy! John Stubbs: Lucy still not letting up on Kelly. Mike Adams: Both ladies are down. (With both ladies not to their feet, Hawk Peterson starts the 10-count.) ONE!... (Their bodies writhe on the canvas.) TWO!... (Lucy rolls to her side, getting both shoulders up while Kelly is on all fours.) THREE!... (Lucy is now up on her knees while Kelly uses the ropes to help herself up.) FOUR!... (Lucy staggers to a standing position while Kelly is now on both of her feet. Peterson stops the 10-count and lets the match continue.) John Stubbs: Kelly seems to be recovering rather nicely from that DDT. Mike Adams: As long as I get to see women wrestling, I'm fine. (Lucy charges at Kelly, who spears her down to the canvas. Kelly throws her head back in arrogance before covering Lucy.) ONE! TWO! (Lucy kicks out.) Mike Adams: Kelly is frustrated over this match. John Stubbs: She thought she had the Women's Title all to herself, but Lucy's bringing a damn great challenge to make sure we get a great Women's Champion tonight. Mike Adams: What are these Divas going to do next? (Kelly helps Lucy up to her feet. She whips Lucy into the ropes and shoots herself into the opposite set of ropes.) John Stubbs: WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?! Mike Adams: I DON'T THINK I CAN LOOK MUCH LONGER! (As Kelly and Lucy are coming at one another...) John Stubbs: LOOK AT THIS! (When both ladies rebound, Lucy goes for a kick. Kelly grabs her foot, but Lucy whacks her upside the head with an Enziguri Kick. Kelly staggers back as Lucy rolls to her feet. As she tries to regain her senses, Lucy jumps up in front of her and BAM!) John Stubbs: LUCY TAYLOR HITS THE CUSTOM TAYLORED FOR THIS ONE! (Kelly bounces off the canvas before laying back first. Taylor rolls herself on top of Kelly for the pinfall attempt.) ONE! TWO! THREE! (Hawk Peterson calls for the closing bell as Taylor sits up and has a dramatic look of relief and gratefulness on her face.) DING, DING, DING! Sean Williams: (with a microphone) Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and the FIRST EWF Women's Champion since we've returned to the wrestling scene...LUCY TAYLOR! (Peterson retrieves the EWF Women's Championship belt from the timekeeper and hands it over to Lucy Taylor, who grabs and holds it up with one hand while Peterson raises her other hand. Once he puts her hand down, Lucy walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and holds up the EWF Women's Championship belt for everyone to see.) John Stubbs: Lucy Taylor has just accomplished her goal here tonight! Mike Adams: She's not too bad for a Women's Champion! John Stubbs: You haven't seen anything yet, Mike! (As Lucy raises the belt above her head and basks in the glory, Kelly rolls of the ring and wipes her eyes while holding onto the ring ropes. Lucy sees this and yells something at Kelly, who takes notice. Kelly points to Lucy's belt and motions around her waist.) Mike Adams: Don't count Kelly Roviska out of this one! John Stubbs: I won't! She worked her ass off for this night! -- WINNER & NEW EWF WOMEN'S CHAMPION: Lucy Taylor -- |
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----------------------------------- Match #10 #1 Contender Match for the Legacy Title Singles Match Keith Melton v. Mark Mason ----------------------------------- "How Soon Is Now" by Love Split Love plays as white smoke fills the top of the stage. Ali Mason, in a black leather top and matching pants with black thigh-high boots, makes her way on stage and holds her arms out, introducing her husband who walks out on stage wearing a white-hooded robe. The two make their way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. Mark holds the ropes open for his wife who then removes his robe once they have both entered the ring. Chris Hush: Mark Mason has gotten better every week and now he could earn a shot at the Legacy Championship. Zack Hurly: Yeah he could, but he won't. Chris Hush: What makes you so sure? Zack Hurly: I'm a genius. The lights in the arena go out and white lights begin to flash in unison with the drums as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot begins to play through the speakers. The fans begin to cheer as the song kicks in and red lights flash along with the white ones as Keith Melton appears on stage, smoothing his mohwak, then looking out at the fans holding his arms out before making his way down the ramp. As he begins to get down the rampway, he starts walking, pounding fists with a couple of the fans along the way. About halfway down the ramp, Keith stops, looks around and jumps, spinning in the air with his knees tucked, landing on his feet hard, igniting a huge flame explosion across the stage. Keith then continues down the ramp to ringside where he climbs the steel steps and and head bangs down the apron before climbing in the ring, and making his way to the ropes, standing on the middle rope, throwing the "devil horns" into the air and banging his head to the music. Keith steps down, making his way to the center of the ring where the lights return to normal and the music fades. Chris Hush: Melton seems to have some sort of grudge against Mason and it comes to a head tonight. Zack Hurly: With Keith Melton bringing home the W. Chris Hush: What do you have against Mark Mason? Zack Hurly: Nothing, he just isn't going to win. Mason and Melton tie up and Mason grabs a side headlock, Melton tosses him off against the ropes and Mason bounces off and hits him with a shoulder block. Melton gets up just in time to see Mason flying off the ropes to hit Melton with a clothesline. Mason then picks up Keith and tosses him into the corner and starts hammering away with chops and then climbs up to the second rope and starts hammering away on Melton with ten right hands, Mason then hops down and Melton falls to the ground. Mason stalks Melton and when he gets up Melton runs at Mason only to get hit with an arm drag. Mason gets to his feet and goes to the top turnbuckle, when Melton gets up Mason leaps off and hits him with a double axe handle and then makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Mason gets to his feet and attempts to lock Melton in the ankel lock, Melton manages to flip on to his chest while Mason is still holding his ankle and then reaches up and grabs Mason by the head and flips him for a small package .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Both men get up and Melton attempts a clothesline but Mason ducks and hits a drop toe hold on Melton onto the turnbuckle. Melton leans against the turnbuckle holding his face and Mason grabs him by the back of the head and hits a forward russian leg sweep on him and then makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Chris Hush: And Mason seems to be dominating early on. Zack Hurly: Yet Melton has still managed to get a near fall, that's why he will win. Chris Hush: Because he got a cheap two count while getting dominated? Zack Hurly: Exactly. Chris Hush: Okay... Mason gets up and starts stalking Melton for the Kick of Fate, Melton stumbles to his feet and Mason lunges at him for it, but Melton ducks under it and hits Mason with a kick to the gut and a double arm ddt. Both men struggle to their feet with Mason getting up first, while Melton is on one knee Mason hits a double axe handle to the back and then runs against the ropes and attempts a dropkick, but Melton moves out of the way and Mason hits the canvas. Melton gets up as does Mason and Mason attempts a spin kick but Melton ducks and then leaps up and hits a flying head scissors on Mason. Melton stalks Mason and when he gets up Melton, from behind Mason, leaps up on his shoulders and pins him with a victory roll .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!!! Melton picks up Mason and attempts the Prelude but Mason wiggles out behind it and hits another forward russian leg sweep. Both men get up and Melton attempts a right hand but Mason blocks it and hits a belly to belly suplex and makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Chris Hush: Both of these men want to be number one contender, but only one man can win the match. Zack Hurly: And it will be Keith Melton. Chris Hush: I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. Zack Hurly: Well thank god your not me. Mason picks up Melton but gets caught with a jawbreaker, while Mason is still reeling from the jawbreaker Melton kicks him in the gut and hits a piledriver. Melton slowly pulls himself to his feet while Mason is holding his head, Melton stomps Mason a few times then runs and springboards off the ropes hitting Mason with the One Step Closer and then hooking his leg for the cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Melton lifts up Mason and attempts the Sad But True, but Mason pushes him off into the turnbuckle Melton bounces off and turns around right into the Kick of Fate. Both men collapse to the ground and the referee starts couting them out before he can say nine Mason flings his arm acrossed Melton's chest for the pin .....1 .....2 .....3!!! John Stubbs: Mark Mason picks up the win and the number one contendership! Mike Adams: Whoaa whoaa whoaa not so fast Stubbs pay attention. In the ring the referee holds up two fingers and points to Melton's right leg which is under the bottom rope. Mason rolls back over on his back and the referee starts to count them out again this time Mason gets back to a vertical base before seven while Melton is still on one knee. Mason starts stalking Melton for the Kick of Faith again and attempts it when Melton gets up but Melton catches Mason's leg and hits a dragon screw. Melton stumbles to his feet moments later followed by Mason and they start trading rights and lefts, Melton gets the advantage with a kick to the gut then hits another double arm ddt and makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!!! Melton gets up and pulls Mason to his feet and attempts the Prelude, but again Mason wiggles out behind Melton and pushes him into the turnbuckle, Melton blocks the turnbuckle impact by catching himself and then turns around and gets drilled with the Kick of Faith, this time Mason falls on top of Melton after the kick and the referee makes the count .....1 .....2 .....3!!!! Chris Hush: The second time is the charm for Mark Mason and his Kick of Faith. Zack Hurly: FLUKE!!! Chris Hush: I don't know about that but the fact of the matter is Mark Mason has won this match and the number one contendership ----------------------------------- Match #11 EWF International Championship Match Triple Threat Match Best in the Business © v. Ray Damian v. Adam Stone ----------------------------------- ere up above the arena rafters, looking down, observing the entrance set on display upon the stage in which shows no motion pictures, and suddenly, the down-beaming white arena lights fade. The only light provided derives from two lights atop the entrance set. A voice emits set speakers. Are you ready for this...? Imma put shit down... and if you wanna come stop me... me and you right now...now.... In an instance, the camera angle switches to the end of ramp in arena silence. Camera incepts slowly gliding forward, slanted. Seven quick pyro-bombs rip up ramp-side. Promptly, the theme of “Good Life” by Kanye West hits as wrestling action snippets of Ray Damian emerges upon the screen of the set. I go for mine, I got to shine, now throw your hands up in the sky... The gliding carries on. Eventually at the entrance, we meet up an emerging, cockily and sarcastically smirking, geared up Ray Damian and glowing sexily clad girlfriend, Kandize. Stubbs: And here we go it’s time for the EWF International Title match! Adams: I’m looking forward to this one John. Ray Damian flaunts hardened six pack of abs; cool black sunshades, black customized wrestling pants with term “BDG” descending the pants sides, and black wrestling boots and elbow pads. In general, his entire star-studded look. Kandize sells beauty and femininity with her black hair up in one with pink streaks; crimped bangs along face side, dazzling silver eye-drop-shaped earrings, clear-color lip-gloss, black alter-back top (glittered), short mini pink faded-white jeans skirt, and black high heels. They make confident steps to the stage area with multicoloured strobe lights flashing down on them as camera moves back. The crowd boos heavily. Williams: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first the challengers. Hailing from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds accompanied by Kandize, according to him, he is the one and only Best Damn Gladiator, The Athletic Diamond, this is Ray Damian! Damian and Kandize stop at top of the ramp. Damian brings his head back, chugging down the remaining contents of his canned nutritional supplement he had brought out in hand. He brings his head back up with mouth slightly bloated and discards the can to the right (quite usually almost hitting a fan). His mood instantaneously changes and he glares sarcastically, showing expressions of scorn and disdain in his directed attention to opposite sides of located fans and ultimately, spits some of the contents out, looking disgusted now. He jumps up with arms in the air pointing himself out, mumbling trash talk and clapping the back of his right hand into his left hand palm and raises arms out in rhythm to theme. Kandize reacts giving a pleased smile accompanied with impression, and softly claps. Negative energy proceeds to wipe over arena. Damian and Kandize, two abreast, continue forward, camera angle switches near end of ramp. Damian ambles boastfully. He becomes mentally prepped and oriented. His two eyes focus at the ring while Kandize models sexily down the ramp way. Red and black coruscation vividly shoots criss-cross over their head from the ramp-side pyro-holes. When they arrive at bottom ramp, it concludes. Damian stands ring-front, some distance away, premeditating. He diverts his focused black eyes on fans to the right and makes a mean face seconds to removing his black sunshades and handing them to Kandize, who fits them on and takes off to ringside. Damian runs, high jumps atop apron near the end of which located steel steps are, quickly back walks close down to the next end, and enters red and white flashing strobe light ring through second rope just as camera angle switches over by steel steps near announcer’s table. After approaching far end right turnbuckle, he grabs top ropes and surmounts second turnbuckle ropes. He claps his back of right hand into left hand palm again before extending arms up in air to receive applause from Kandize on ringside, flash photography and few more boos. He dismounts the turnbuckle, goes to test the ropes, and readies himself for the proceeding as Kandize watches on happily from ringside, looking through Damian’s sunshades. Damian’s entrance music and video fades as lights resume to regular white. Adams: Damien looks to be in excellent condition for this match Stubbs: I’m not going to take that away from the guy; after all he is the athletic gladiator. Adams: Oh stop sucking up John! "Fear Of The Dark" by Iron Maiden hits the P.A. system. The lights fade out as mist begins to fill the arena a blue glow is given off from the black light that illuminates the stadium. Adam slowly walks out from behind the curtain. His eyes focused on the ground below him. His multi-colored, but mostly black, hair hangs down in his face dripping with water. A.S. in script glowing on his white wife beater from the black lights. Williams: Now making his way to the ring he hails from Vero Beach, Florida. He stands 6’3” and weighs in at 228 pounds. He is a member of Legends by Nature… The Fallen Angel… ADAM STONE! Stone slowly makes his way down the ring various fans slapping his arms as he walked down the ramp. Grabbing onto the top rope he pulled himself onto the apron. Using the top rope as a catapult he flipped into the ring. As his boots hit the mat blue pyro explodes from each corner of the ring. Damian jumps from the ring to the outside as Stone psyches himself up for the match ahead, pulling on the ropes as the lights return to normal. Stone and Damian exchange words over the rope as they await the appearance of the International Champion. Stubbs: This guys gotta be the favorite to walk out of here with the belt tonight! Adams: Are you kidding me? This kid’s about to get the ass kicking of the night. “Bloodspattered Satisfaction” by Waking The Cadaver blares over the speakers as International Champion and self-proclaimed Best In The Business makes his way out from behind the curtain with a strut much to the displeasure of the jeering fans. He stands at the beginning of the stage, and waits. Gold and red sparks fly from behind and under him as he throws his hands up simultaneously. Williams: And finally making his way to the ring, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana. He stands at 6’2” tall and weighs in at 255 pounds. He is the reigning EWF International Champion; he is the Best In The Business. Best continues to walk to the ring making obscene gestures to fans and stomps up the stairs. Best enters and taunts a little. Holding the title up as the fans boo emphatically. Damian slides back into the ring and stands up as the three competitors stand, all looking to referee, Justin Timers, who holds the belt up, showing the fans what’s at stake. He passes the belt to the outside and signals for the bell. Stubbs: Here we go; it’s time to get this show on the road. All three men circle the ring, sizing each other up. They all come into the center of the ring and Stone extends his hand to Ray Damian as the crowd boos. Stone looks around ignoring the fans obvious protest. Damian grins and looks at Stones hand, slapping it away. Stone looks disheartened at the show of disrespect and tries with Business instead to the same fan reaction. Business nods his head smiling and grips the kids hand, shaking it once, he keep a hold of Stone’s hand and hits him hard with a left hand, rocking Stone before Damian comes in with a hard right elbow knocking the fallen angel to the mat. Both Business and Damian begin stomping down on Stone before picking him up and firing him into the ropes. Damian and Business grip hands trying to clothesline the youngster who ducks underneath them, rebounding off the ropes again and hitting a flying double clothesline of his own, sending both Damian and Business out to opposite sides of the floor. Stone immediately jumps back to his feet as the fans cheer. He grabs hold of the top rope and bounces off the bottom going between the middle and bottom rope with a drop kick that levels Damian. Stone pulls himself back up straight away and runs across the ring, throwing himself over the top rope and coming down on the Best In The Business with a somersault plancha. Stone’s back to his feet quickly and celebrates with the fans. He spies Damian rolling back in at the opposite side of the ring and jumps up to the ring apron. As the athletic gladiator makes his way across the ring Stone springs to the top rope and looks for a springboard clothesline. Damian ducks and Stone saves himself, both men bouncing off the ropes. As they meet in the middle Damian leapfrogs Stone and continues running, holding onto the ropes as he meets them. Stone isn’t so lucky and as he rebounds off the opposite side the Best In The Business grabs his ankle and tips him. Stubbs: And the Best In The Business is already playing dirty. Adams: Are you kidding me, the man’s trying to defend his belt here, he’s going to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Damian’s quick to pick Stone up as Business re-enters the ring. Best In The Business grabs Damian and ships him in after Stone, Damian nailing him with a big splash in the corner, moving out the way just before Business connects with a high knee right to Stones face. Damian grabs Stone, rolling him up out of the corner and Timers doesn’t even have time to count one before Business pulls Damian off, asking him what the hell he thinks he’s doing. Damian apologizes and Business nods his head, turning to Stone only to be clubbed in the back by Damian, causing him to stutter step into the ropes. Damian turns him around and chop BIB hard across the chest before whipping him across the ring and catching the International Champion right in the jaw with a back elbow before celebrating as the crowd boo hard. Stone’s back to his feet now and jumps up, hitting Damian with a standing drop kick, knocking him forward, his throat landing on the second rope with his under arms. Stone looks around as the crowd cheer and bounds towards the opposite ropes, as he turns back towards the ring Business is already waiting for him and he gets elevated high in a huge spinning spinebuster, bringing Stone down hard. Stubbs: Huge move there from the Best In The Business! Adams: What were you expecting? A finger poke? Maybe a hip toss that would rip his pectoral muscle off? His name tells you exactly what he is and that the best in the business! Business picks Stone up and spins him around, he hoists him up onto his shoulder and drops Stone down on his neck and shoulders with a sick back suplex. Damian’s waiting as Business gets back to his feet and grabs him from behind and delivers a release German suplex, letting Business fly across the ring, landing hard on his front. Damian goes to the outside and climbs the ropes He goes high elevation looking to crush Stone with a big crossbody but Stone reverse with a big standing drop kick to the sternum, crumpling and winding Damian as both men fall to the mat. Stone’s not down for long through and nails the recoding Best In The Business with a big spinning heel kick, knocking him to the mat before he rolls from the ring to recover. Stone lets him go and turns his attention back to Damian who pulls himself up using the ring ropes. Stone grabs him and quickly pulls him back in a side Russian leg sweep forcing Damian to grab the back of his head. Stone looks to go high risk and bounds to the top rope the second he’s back on his feet. He leaps high coming down with a big swanton bomb on top of Damian who grabs his torso in pain. Before Stone can even think about the cover BIB, whose now back in the ring, grabs him and throws him through the ropes to the outside. Business makes a lax cover on Damian. 1…2…foot on the ropes by Damian. Business looks at the referee arguing. He climbs to his feet pushing the referee back as Stone finds the apron, he bounces to the top rope. Business turns around as Stone springboards and gets caught with a huge hurricanrana into a pin. 1…2…Damian throws himself at Stone to break the cover before hitting the mat again. Stone’s back to his feet quickly as the crowd get behind him: “FALLEN ANGEL! *clap, clap, clap, clap* FALLEN ANGEL…” Stone grabs hold of Damian and pulls him to his feet. He grabs him in a front face lock and screams loud, looking for his jumping-swinging DDT but Damian won’t let him and throws him over with a northern lights suplex, but can’t make the bridge for the pin. Business now back to his feet after that rocking hurricanrana. He grabs a recovering Stone and hoists him up, planting him down on the top turnbuckle he nails him with a nice European uppercut before climbing to the second rope. Damian moves up from the canvas, pulling himself up with the ropes. He climbs to another top turnbuckle as Business pulls Stone up and superplexes him down into the ring. Damian watches both men drop and then runs the ropes, jumping off about half way along and coming down on top of the Best In The Business with a 450 splash, covering him immediately. Adams: NEW CHAMPION! That’s gotta be it… 2… Stubbs: SHOULDER UP FROM BUSINESS! I can’t even imagine how he managed to kick out of that! Damian looks at the referee in disbelief but quickly straightens himself out, turning his attention instead to the fallen Stone. He grabs the Fallen Angel up and knees him hard in the mid section, knocking him back into the ropes before firing him across the ring. On return Damian looks for a huge hurricanrana of his own but Stone changes his plans and drops him with a big sit out powerbomb much to the enjoyment of the capacity crowd. Stone rolls Damian off of him though, not content to get the pin yet. Stone stumbles to the ropes and climbs to the top. He looks at Damian and leaps high into the air, landing with a big five star frog splash as Kandize looks away. Stone bounces off of Damian , rolling forward holding his own abdomen. As he looks up the Best In The Business connects with a big boot right into Stone’s face knocking the Fallen Angel back down again. The Best In The Business holds the top rope, breathing hard from his title defense. He looks to Damian who has pulls himself to his knees using the ropes. He rushes him looking for a big boot to the side of the head but Damian moves, BIB’s foot going between the second and top rope, Damian bounces back to his feet and nails an over head pele kick on Business to knock both men to the canvas, joining Stone as the crowd boom their appreciation. Crowd: “EWF, EWF, EWF, EWF!” Stubbs: I think the crowd are loving every minute of this one Mike. Adams: Eh D’UH, ya think? Stubbs: I’d like to see Mayhem follow this match up. All three men take their time in getting to their feet. Stone runs towards Damian only for Damian to look for a back body drop over the ropes. Stone hangs on however and lands on the outside ring apron, grabbing Damian shoulders and pulling him to the mat as he tries to walk away. It looks like Stone’s going to sling shot in, but Kandize grabs his foot and pulls him off the apron causing stone to bash his head on the way down before falling to the mats, the whole time, Timers was distracted by The Best In The Business. Business grabs Damian as he getting up and pulls him off his feet with a scoop slam, burying him in the canvas, he goes to the turnbuckles and climbs all the time keeping his eye on his downed prey. After a quick unpleasant gesture to the fans the Best In The Business flies, coming down hard on Damian with a big leg drop from the turnbuckles. BIB smiles and doesn’t bother going for a better cover, just leaves his leg over Damian’s head as the referee counts. 1…2…shoulder up from Damian. Business punches the canvas and tells the ref to count properly as he returns to his feet. Stone makes it back onto the ring apron again. Business picks up Damian and signals for the Best Brainbuster. He hooks Damian up in the front face lock as Stone slingshots into the ring, landing himself on the second rope he springboards off, moonsaulting through the air and catching Business in a reverse headlock. The chain then all falls with Stone dropping Business in a reverse DDT and Business driving Damian into the mat with a DDT of his own. Stone’s quick up though as the crowd once again come alive. Stone’s quick to go to the ropes again executing the same springboard moonsault, landing hard on the Best In The Business for the cover. Stubbs: Gotta be it this time! But no Damian breaks the pin up. How much longer can this match go on? Damian and Stone both make it to their knees firing right hands at each other over the fallen body of BIB. Damian begins to get the better of Stone, rocking him with right hand. HE bounces to his feet and quickly takes a short run off the ropes, returning with a basement dropkick to Stone’s chest and inadvertent senton splash onto Business. Stone roles back just about on to his feet but goes over again, sitting against the rope as Damian nips up to his feet. He runs towards Stone and jumps between the ropes looking for a 619 style maneuver but Stone pulls himself forward so that his torso drops to the mat. Damian lands on his feet having caught nothing but thin air as Stone gives the crowd a nip up of his own. Damian looks for a round house kick but stone bridge under it Matrix style and pulls himself back upright to nail Damian with a shuffle side kick, knocking the best damn gladiator back to the mat. Stone celebrates only to be knocked down by a running elbow delivered from Best In The Business, who falls under arms first over the top rope, exhausted from the match. At the ring apron Kandize passes a chair into Damian before she herself jumps onto the apron to distract the referee... Damian turns to see Stone downed and the Best in The Business with his back to him. Damian takes his chance and slams the chair across Business’ back. Business howls in pain and grabs his back only to be nailed with a shot to the back of the head, knocking him to the mat. Stone’s back on his feet and steps forward, delivering a spinning heel kick to the chair Damian’s holding which connects with his head. Stone’s quick back to his feet and kicks the chair from the ring as Kandize jumps from the ring apron in disbelief at Timers’ warning. Without hesitation Stone grabs Damian and pulls him to his feet before hoisting him up and burying him in the middle of the ring with the Angel’s Wings, holding onto Damian’s leg for the pin. 1… Business begins to come round 2… Business see’s the pin. 3! Business doesn’t get there in time and we have a new International Champion. “Fear Of The Dark” can barely be heard over the speakers as the fans scream. All three men lying on the mat, exhausted from what they’ve just put themselves through. Kandize helps Damian roll out of the ring as Timers hands Adam Stone the International Title as he makes it to his knees. Stone looks at the title and hugs it to his chest emotionally as Business makes it to his feet. Business grabs Stone by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He draws back a closed fist and looks like he’s about to nail the defenseless Stone but instead tells him that he will get a rematch and he will get his belt back. Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW EWF International Champion… ADAM STONE! The Best In The Business drops from the ring, frustrated at his loss as Stone climbs the turnbuckle, holding the belt high as the fans go nuts for the Fallen Angel. Stubbs: A well deserved victory for that young man right there, and what a triumphant upset for him in his early career. Adams: Upset? The Best In The Business wasn’t even pinned for his own belt! Stubbs: That’s the rules in a triple threat. They often work against you Adams: Oh yeah and in a normal triple threat match are you allowed to use steel chairs to secure the victory, he screwed the Best In The Business and for that matter he screwed Ray Damian! Stubbs: Excuse me, but it was Damian who brought the steel chair into the match. But just in case your Alzheimer’s is acting up again, let’s take a look at some of what went down. ----------------------------------- In Ring Segment ----------------------------------- Towards the end of the B2 Stone and Damien match the perfect alliance make there way from the back and surround the ring MAverick Elite Mike and Shane take a place at each side all of them looking at Stone, The matc continues Stone obviously distracted ok this part after who ever wins if its one of the others have Stone in the ring still if its Stone he can be celebrating... The Perfect Alliance make as if they are going to climb in the ring Stone daring them his eyes on fire, The keep taunting him when from behind Ray Damien hits him with a steel chair hard knocking him down the Perfect Alliance take there places round the ring stopping any interfearance. As Ray Damien begins to pound on Stone, As Am I evil by metalica hits the drum beat and the guitare rocking the Arena through the curtains steps four large security guards all wearing flak vests they make there way to the edge of the stage as The Immortal one steps through the Curtains the surround him as the crowd starts chanting. He has a microphone in his hand as he makes his way down to the ring passing Best in the Business and shaking his hand, He steps down and throws a bag at Maverick with a smile he climbs up the steps the security standing there waiting for Watts to try to interfear. Draven stands over Stone looking at Damien a smirk on his face he drops the Knee to Stones head and then starts to lay the boot in as am I evil is still blaring through the arena. He speaks " Watts EWF you just suffered a Hostile Takeover" He shakes damiens hand and raises it while pointing to the Perfect Alliance they climb in the ring and stand with Damien and Draven he continues "Watts you think you are all powerful all mighty well look how your soldier lays at our feet look how he bleeds. You where right AoD was dead but that is the fault of the leader. You see what happens Watts one at a time we will take out every one of your soldiers every one of your new lackies and when all is said and done when the chips have fallen we will stand over you brocken and crying in a heap" The crowd go wild as he continues "You created me Watts I hope you are proud because my old friend the thing about a Hostile takeover is you can never be quite sure who to trust, It could be your manager it could be your partner it could even be your lover or your boss. because sunshine I have news for you Dont trust anyone" He throws down the Mic and picks up Stone and locks on his Cross face chicken wing. The ref being held back after a few seconds he deposits stone in a heap and they leave ----------------------------------- Backstaqe Segment ----------------------------------- The scene goes backstage once again, this time Glen Hendricks is standing against the wall smoking a cigarette. The current EWF European Champion walks past Glen and she catches Glen's eye. Glen Hendricks: "Hey pretty lady, are you on your way to polish my title belt?" Eva stops dead in her tracks and whips around facing Hendricks. Eva: "Well, you MUST be stupid." Rolling her eyes, labelling him already since he is apparently claiming her European Championship as his own. Glen Hendricks: "Not exactly stupid, I'm just making a little conversation, the names Glen and you are..." Eva: Well then, you're just not the brighest crayon the box. She smirks, looking him once over, studying. Eva: .....Eva. She finally answers... Glen Hendricks: "Ah, Eva.. as in THE Eva Michaels? I heard a little about you, but I didn't hear about how beautiful you were. All I ever heard was how much of a bitch you were. I guess when you're the champion you have a right to be a bitch." Eva laughs, not minding the bitch comment at all. She is what she is. Eva: Ooh .. you're too kind! She smirks, smug. Eva: Fact of the matter is, I *AM* the champion ... and bitch through and through, no matter what. Glen Hendricks: "You flaunt being a bitch but you really hate being called one I think. Infact I think you're only a bitch because you feel no one will respect you in a ring full of men." Rolling her eyes. Eva: God. Same f*cking shit all around. Do you guys read from the same f*cking manual!? Learn a few more lines, better than the ones you're dishing out, and then come talk to me. What a waste. She says, ready to walk out on Hendricks. Glen Hendricks: "Lnes? Oh no my dear you are sadly mistaken, I'm new here I'm only looking to meet new people and you aren't a familiar face. You're a bit edgy, but you get to the point and I like that. We need to work together and find a way to help you channel your anger." Tossing her head back, eyebrow cocked slightly. Eva: Teamwork isn't my strong point, doll! She whips around, shoving the edge of her European Championship against his neck, a little rough, merely knocking the wind out of his pipes. Eva: So you should probably figure something else out, hmm? She flashes an all knowing smile, her face just inches away from his. Hendricks coughs a little as he catches his breath. Glen Hendricks: "I think you're a little pissed this belt is keeping us apart." Eva: I think you don't know when to keep your mouth shut. She says, head titled slightly, narrowing her eyes to near slits. Glen Hendricks: "Oh i know a lot more than when to shut my mouth. The real question is do you know when to shut yours?" Glen grabs the championship belt and Eva stumbles forward and Glen quickly steps to the side. Eva falls against the wall and turns around in disbelief with an annoyed look in her eyes. Glen Hendricks: "This is nice looking belt here. It's almost as pretty as you." He hands the belt back to Eva. Eva snatches it and immediately goes to smash it across his face but he anticipates it and blocks it. She snarls, completely rubbed the wrong way by him. Eva: Don't flatter yourself, new guy. This is my European Championship and I don't see you anywhere on the list of top contenders so back the f*ck off! She hisses. Hendricks certainly knows how to press her buttons. Compliments and comments about her title all rolled into one. Glen Hendricks: "You've got some fire to you, i like that. I'm aware I'm not on the contender's list and it's not your title I'm after." He smirks. Hendricks: "But I see I've pushed all the buttons I've needed to push so I guess I'll let you go about your business. Good luck in your match tonight, I'll be watching sweetheart." Eva: I'll save you the time. I win. Predicting the out come of her match. She grabs him by the jaw, peering at him for a second. Her face unreadable before she shoves it aside. She doesn't notice Eddie Monroe standing behind but Hendricks does. Monroe throws bunny ears behind her head and puts his tongue out as he stands behind doing crude and sexual gestures. Eva turns around and scolds Monroe before she walks off. Hendricks stares as Eva walks off, hips swaying in the distance. Eddie Monroe: "Where the fucks my car Judas?" Hendricks holds the keys in the air and jingles them over Monroe'shead. Glen Hendricks: "I need to warn you though..I ran into some pissed off russians and what used to be a wind-shield is now a central air conditioner." Eddie Monroe: "What the F*ck?! First you take off with my baby and leave me high and dry in the middle of the fuckin' dessert. Not to mention my vial I had stashed in the glove box which better be there. Second, you tell me there's jizz all in the back seat. Not fuckin' cool! And now you tell me the windshield is broke. You've got to be kiddin' me. What happened? You and Bentley get too rough in the gay porn he directs and fucked on my hood?" Glen Hendricks: "Whoa, whoa, man I didn't leave you, you were in the car with me for a few hours you told me to drolp you off so you could bang butt." Eddie Monroe: In the middle of the fuckin' dessert? Glen Hendricks: "You remember those two chicks we saw at that strip club? The strip club off the highway, the only place of business for miles. Those chicks left you in the desert man. But yeah, there is jizz and coke in your backseat and the windshields gone. But if you're really that pissed man you can go to my garage and have a car of your choice. I DO have twelve foreign cars man." Eddie Monroe: “F*ck that. I want a fuckin' RV or caravan man. We need to tour the country up and party like hell.” Glen Hendricks: "What about a big ass party bus? With beds in the back. I just found out my ex-girlfriend is a pornstar, I know how to pick 'em." Eddie Monre: “A tour bus... might work. You, Steele and I tearin' the streets up crashing every party we run in to. No shit though, a parnstar?” Glen Hendricks: "Yeah man, I mean I always knew she was a sex addict, but damn two oversized russians? She saved my life the other night, but I've got my eyes on a new prize, Eva Michaels. She totally wants me." Eddie Monroe: “She totally wants everyone man from Watts to your buddy Jason Trash. Let's tag team that shit.” Glen Hendricks: "Nah not her man. She's different. She came at me a different way. I saw it in her eyes, she finds me irresistible." Eddie Monroe: “You or Damien?” Glen Hendricks: “I don't even know.” Eddie Monroe: “Or was it the fact that she knew you were in tight with me.” Glen Hendricks: “Good question, wanna take some seats at ringside and watch her match? Kick back with the loyal fans?” Eddie Monroe: “I don't know man. I have a big match coming up. But check it, after my match we can kick back, drink a few and party like a mother fucker. I know you got some of them z's.” Glen Hendricks: “I got them z's like sleep homeboy. I turn into Bruce Banner when I catch a few z's though man beware.” Eddie Monroe: “I know it. Do this for me though. While I'm ripping Wisler a new one in the cage look out for any funny business. Steele will be on the look out too. I know Wisler can't beat me alone, he knows it. I am getting the feeling IM has a trick up their sleeve.” Glen Hendricks: Man that's the shrooms talkin' got you all paranoid. Kash knows I'm in the building and he don't want none. But I can guarantee any outside interference will be dealt with accordingly.” Eddie Monroe: “I knew I could count on you. And I know Kash will be hiding out back knowing you're here. You killed IM already. Now they are just trying to revive the dead. F*ck, what ever happened to Noah Reece? He went MIA like Kash should have when he realized his career was done. Glen Hendricks: "I guess I'm John Constantine because I'm sending the dead back to hell. Reece, the youngster of I.M. he had talent man I'm not sure where he went. Kash got sour after I broke ties to I.M. and without Bentley he had no idea what to do so he went and found Rich Amsterdam. What is he Bentley's redhead step brother that stayed in the basement?" Eddie Monroe: “Hey, what's bentley's number? I need to ask him something about how he carried Wisler in AW:X and made him into the piece opf shit before us now.” Glen Hendricks: “Honestly, I lost my phone bro. I could give you Matilda's num...no no nevermind.” Eddie Monroe: “Apparently Wisler is living if make belive world where he can create stories in the past that never happened. Instead of trying to impersonate Tony Salieri he should step his game up and quit letting that bulldog mouth overload that puppy dog ass.” Glen Hendricks: "I couldn't more, smoke?" Hendricks holds a carton of Newport 100's up in the air. Eddie Monroe: “Nah, none for me. Not those strong bitches anyways. Dude, go to the store and get a few cases of beer and put them on ice. Tonight we celebrate.” Glen Hendricks: "Aw you scared Monroe? You always turn down the potent shit. You should send Steele to get beer man, I need to focus. I'm trying to win someone’s heart right now.” Eddie Monroe: You can do that later. Tonight, we get drunk and F*ck bitches. You take the fatties. F*ck it, I will. I'm the nasty mother fucker.” Glen Hendricks: “Ya, I don't need cushion I like to smack bones and skin not porkchops and birthday cake.” Eddie Monroe: You know any hookups here in Jersey? Glen Hendricks: Haha, I know pharmacists all over this bitch. Hell, Nic Leone is around this state somewhere along with X-Klaus. Eddie Monroe: Let's F*ck with that white bitch tonight. Glen Hendricks: Oh no, no, no, my friend. I don't do that, talk to Reeves and Steele. Their in a bathroom somewhere in this bitch. Eddie Monroe: Look it, I gotts get to the locker room and get ready. Watch out for me. F*ck, you can come and hang out if you want. If not then I'll see you after my match and the show is over. Who wants to watch the Revolution jerkoffs anyways. I'm closing this bitch down. Glen Hendricks: Last time I did that shit I had to evade five squad cars, do you know how much running I did? Hahah oh yeah, the b-team of EWF. Eddie Monroe: Yea I know right. Us, Wasted Potential, we're the A-Team. Where the F*ck is Mr. T. Haha... oh shit. I can't get ready for the matchg now. I have to see my car. How bad is it? Where you park the bitch? Glen Hendricks: It's in garage A, parking next to the big semi. Don't be too pissed. Eddie Monroe: Shit, I've been lookin' to sell that bitch anyways. F*ck it, lets see the damage. Roll with me *i*k breath. Hendricks and Monroe leave the scene as Monroe removes a blunt from his coat pocket. The cameras follow them to the parking garage, the event staff Hendricks beat down when he arrived are still knocked out on the concrete. Hendricks and Monroe walk to the car and Monroe’s eyes widen. The scene fades back to ringside. ----------------------------------- Match #12 EWF European Championship Match Triple Threat Match Eva Michaels © v. El Presidente v. Terry Slattery ----------------------------------- Hush: What a triple threat match we just seen for the international title and we’re set to see another one right here. Hurly: Yup we sure are, but this one will be better since it’s for a mayhem belt. “I’m A Man” by the Yardbirds hits as Terry Slattery walks out from the back in his wrestling gear and varsity jacket to a small cheer from the crowd. Williams: “Ladies and gentleman, the next bout is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWF European Championship. Now making his way to the ring from Jasper, Alberta, Canada. He stands 6’5” tall and weighs in at 250 pounds… Terry Slattery!” Just as Terry reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp Eva Michaels clocks him from behind having ran out from the back. She nails Slattery in the back of the head with her European title belt, knocking him to the concrete. She grins as the crowd boo loudly and she tosses the belt onto the ring apron. Hush: This is despicable, jumping the man before the match has even started. Hurly: You may call it despicable Chris, but me; I call it strategy, and a damn good one! Michaels goes straight for Slattery’s eye as he tries to recover, raking it hard as he howls in pain, and stumbles to his feet, veering off to the ring apron, trying to lose Eva. Michaels grabs Slattery and with all her strength Irish whips him into the ring post, watching in delight as his head bounces off it and he falls back to the mats. She approaches Terry mounting him. She throws hard right hand down on Terry’s eye as he tries to defend himself, trying to fight upwards and manages to push the mayhem diva of off him. Slattery crawls away, managing to round a corner and find his feet using the ring apron for balance. Turning, he ducks a clothesline from Eva and returns fire with one of his own. Slattery’s quick to pull Eva to her feet and throws her into the ring. As he climbs up onto the ring apron Michaels nails a low blow, forcing Slattery to double over on the ring apron, clinging to the top rope for support. Eva takes a moment and bounces off the far ropes before nailing a suicide dive like spear between the ropes and take Slattery back to the floor below. The referee is screaming at Eva to bring it inside, but she just flips him off, pulling Slattery back up once more and punching him backwards into the barricade before backing up and charging in. Slattery sea’s it coming and bends down, back body dropping Michaels over the barricade and too the floor much to the fan’s joy. Slattery hangs on the barricade looking for breath when “Giorgio Moroder” hits and El Presidente appears from behind the curtain, a huge grin adorning his face. He takes his time getting to the ring with the first lady as Slattery manages to find his composure, unfortunately so has Michaels who climbs the barricade and comes down on the distracted Slattery with a double axe handle to the back. Eva grabs up a chair as Slattery rolls into the ring. The referee jumps out of the ring, confronting Michaels telling her to put the chair down. Slattery’s finally to his feet in the ring and looking at the diva, but El Presidente turns Slattery around and nails a huge clothesline. The referee sees Presidente and slides into the ring. Eva is quickly into the ring to make sure El doesn’t go for a cover and the referee finally signals for the bell. Hush: After all that it looks like this one’s finally underway. Hurly: What a beating on Terry Slattery so far from Eva Michaels. In saying that she’s so beautiful Terry should be thankful for this beating. Hush: What is El Presidente doing now? El Presidente holds his hands up telling Michaels he doesn’t want any of her and slides out of the ring as she drops on Slattery for the cover. 1…2…shoulder up from Slattery! El Presidente laughs on the outside as he slowly and coolly makes his way around to the time keepers table, throwing the time keeper from his chair and taking the seat for himself, sitting the first lady on his lap, as they watch the action take place in the ring. Referee, Michael Peterson, tells him to get in. Peterson can’t afford to get too tied up with El Presidente though as Eva continues to put the pressure on Slattery, going back and racking his eye once more. Eva kicks Slattery in the breadbasket and drops him with a snap DDT, his head bouncing off of the canvas as she gets back to her feet, posing and smiling to the jeering crowd. It’s at this point she notices the first Lady has picked up the European Championship and is admiring it. She goes to the ropes shouting at both El Presidente and The First Lady as does Peterson, telling Presidente to get in the ring again. With Michaels distracted Slattery pulls himself back to his feet and grabs her from behind elevating her high into a German suplex with a bridge as Peterson drops for the count but can’t even get to the canvas once before Eva kicks out. She’s quick back to her feet and tries to deliver a body kick to Slattery only for him to catch her leg under his arm, getting back fully to his feet as the crowd cheers and she pleads with him to let go. Slattery looks to the excited fans and then kick Michaels other foot from under her. He grabs up her other leg and turns with his back to the turnbuckle, dropping back and catapulting her towards it. Eva manages to miss the collision though and lands on the second rope, as Terry gets back to his feet Michaels jumps and spins into a crossbody only to be levels with a vicious powerslam driving all the air out of her. Slattery finally makes the pin and Peterson drops. 1…2…El Presidente pulls Slattery from the ring and hits a big European Uppercut on him, knocking him to the mats. Presidente takes off his leisure jacket and shirt, wrapping the shirt around Slattery’s neck and choking him as Peterson, starts a five count, being very liberal with what’s taking place in the match. At four El Presidente relinquishes the hold and holds his hands up as if to say he wasn’t doing anything. He slides into the ring as Michaels stumbles to her feet, Presidente with a quick roll up. 1…2, kick out with authority from Michaels. Both participants in the ring are back to their feet fast and it’s Presidente who takes the advantage whipping Michaels into the ropes he catches her with a text book dropkick, knocking the European Champion back to the canvas. Presidente looks around and notices Slattery pulling himself up with the ring apron and goes looking for a baseball slide but Slattery moves and Presidente slides to the outside, Slattery opening up on him with right hands before hitting him with a wicked belly to belly suplex on the arena floor. Michaels vaults over the top rope, landing hard on Slattery’s shoulder who doesn’t think twice about ramming her back first into the ring post, undoing his letterman jacket and throwing it off to the cheering fans. Hush: And finally it looks like Slattery’s levelled the playing field. Hurly: Yeah, yeah. Very good, do you see him walking out with the belt though? Cause I sure don’t! Slattery grabs the winded Eva and throws her back into the ring, ducking a clothesline from Presidente straight afterwards and catching him from behind, dropping him with a half nelson suplex on the outside again. Slattery jumps back to his feet, getting fired up as he slides back into the ring. Eva runs at him jumping and looking for a spinning heel kick but once again Slattery captures her and hits a modified pumphandle drop. Slattery begin hitting Eva hard, coming down on her face with vicious elbows before digging his thumb into her eye as she kicks and screams, referee Peterson counting to four again before Slattery releases her. He looks at the referee and pushes him away as he grabs Michaels by the hair, pulling her up and shooting her into the turnbuckle. Slattery charges like a bull out of the gate and screams Michaels with a spear into the turnbuckles. Slattery then repeatedly thrusts his shoulder into her midsection before pulling her up over his shoulder and driving her into the mat with a huge spinebuster. Slattery signals for the Belly Flop and the crowd goes nuts as he begins to climb the ropes. Upon reaching the top however El Presidente is on the ring apron and shakes the ropes, causing Slattery lose his footing and end up crotches on the top turnbuckle. El Presidente pushes Slattery’s leg over the top rope, allowing him to climb up behind him. El Presidente grabs Slattery in a reverse face lock and from the top rope somersaults bring Slattery into the ring with a hellacious diamond dust. As Slattery comes off of Presidente’s shoulder he spasms in pain. Presidente goes straight for the cover after that massive move. Hurly: This is it new champion! Hush and Hurley: ONE… TWO… Hush: Eva makes the save, she may have just saved her European Championship from El Presidente. Hurly: What do you mean “may have” didn’t you see that move? Let’s see it again The screen goes into double feature to show the diamond dust from the top rope again as in the ring El Presidente gets up in Eva’s face. Michaels slaps Presidente hard and bounces off the rope quickly ducking one of his clotheslines and rebound from the other side of the ring to hit him with a flying forearm straight to the face. Eva’s beginning to feel it again and as Presidente gets back to his feet she locks in a sleeper hold. Kicking his right knee out from under him as she does so. With Presidente kneeling on one knee she jumps off the mat, capturing him in a body scissors pulling him backwards on to of her, locking the sleeper in tight on the mat whilst making sure her own shoulders aren’t down. The first lady cheers on at ringside, trying to get Presidente to get up, his eyes rolling back in his head as Eva restricts more air. The referee raises Presidente’s arm for the first time but it doesn’t matter as Slattery stomps down on Eva’s face making her relinquish the hold and roll quickly to the outside. Slattery looks down for a moment to Michaels then to the fallen Presidente who has only just began moving again. He grabs him up from the mat and shoots him into the rope. Meanwhile on the outside Eva chases the First Lady, capturing her on the ramp by the hair. The first Lady Struggles as Michaels points to the ring where El Presidente leap frogs the back body drop attempt by Slattery and rebounds off the opposite ropes only for Slattery to leapfrog Presidente’s spear attempt. Back to ringside and Eva kicks the first Lady in the midsection doubling her up, she lifts up the helpless valet and drops her with the Blackout as Presidente drops Slattery with a famasser after another attempt at a back body drop. Michaels makes it back to ringside as El Presidente captures a glance of the downed first lady. He slides from the ring, running to her to check she’s alright as the sneaky Michaels slips back into the ring from another side, staying out of El Presidente’s view and looks for the pinfall on Slattery. 1…2…shoulder up from Slattery. Eva can’t believe it and grabs Slattery’s arm, pulling him onto his stomach she drops down and applies the dangerous curves ahead. As the first Lady comes round a little Presidente looks back to the ring and rushes it, sliding under the ropes he mercilessly stomps down on Michaels, forcing her to break the hold. He grabs her and pulls her up with ease, he berates her before applying a standing head scissor and lifting the champ up, spiking her down with a piledriver. As Eva flops to one side Presidente is caught off guard with a basement dropkick from Slattery. Both men get up to their feet and Slattery knocks Presidente down with a running clotheline, then another as he gets back to his feet. Slattery looks for the third but Presidente ducks it and catches Slattery with a reverse DDT. Presidente back to his feet and on fire now, he grabs the recovering Eva and throws her into the turnbuckle HE grabs her by the throat screaming at her some more before lifting her up onto the turnbuckle and throwing her legs over the ropes to the outside, he grabs her in front face lock and drags her forward, dropping to the mat with a hanging DDT. Hush: The champions in some serious trouble here, maybe hitting the first lady with the black out wasn’t such a good idea. Hurly: Maybe not but I’m putting my money on Presidente to win this bad boy. Michaels holds her head in pain as Presidente kicks her from the ring and turns back to Slattery who has recovered back in the corner. He runs at Slattery hitting him with a big avalanche, crushing him in the corner. El Presidente refuses to let him drop though and runs towards the ropes with a handful of Slattery’s hair, leaping the ropes and nailing the bay of pigs, Slattery’s throat bouncing off the ropes and firing him back into just about center ring as he gasps for air. Presidente signals for the Cuban Missile Crisis and fires up the ropes… As Presidente makes it to the top rope Peterson checks on Slattery. Presidente on the top turnbuckle now, only Eva makes it to the canvas and shakes the ropes, dropping him crotch first onto the turnbuckle. Before Presidente can even howl in pain Michaels nails him in the side of the head with the European title belt, knocking him to the floor from the top rope as she drops the title before Peterson can look round. She enters the ring as Slattery slowly recovers, she stumbles towards Terry and grabs him from behind, dropping back into the roll up as Peterson drops to look at Slattery’s shoulders. 1… Hush: Peterson look up she’s got the ropes! 2… Hush: Unbelievable Eva’s going to steal it! 3! The bell sounds and Michaels quickly releases the ropes, rolling to the outside and stumbling to the bottom of the ramp as Peterson runs after her with her title much to the fans disgust. “Getting Away With Murder” by Papa Roach blares over the speakers as Eva’s hand is raised by Peterson. Williams: You’re winner and STILL European Champion, Eva Michaels. Eva holds the back of her neck as she hugs the title belt to her breast, in some pain after that hard title defence. Hush: Getting away with murder is right, what an apt song for that jezebel! Hurly: I did tell you Eva was going to walk away with the belt. Hush: The hell you did! Let’s take a look at some of the action from the match. We take a look at some of the replays from action that took place during the match, including its conclusion, showing Michael Peterson paying too much attention to Slattery’s shoulder to see Michaels holding onto the rope. |
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----------------------------------- Backstage Segment ----------------------------------- As Monroe and Hendricks walk towards the Mustang tension is felt between the two. Monroe's eyes are wide open in disgust as he looks at the damage the Mustang had taken. The windshield is busted out. The left front fender is dented badly. The left front wheel is scraped and beaten up pretty bad, probably from the same impact that messed the fender up. Monroe: What in the F*ck did you do *i*k breath? Hendricks: Oh, it isn't that bad. Monroe: Bulls*it... Monroe opens the driver door and looks at the inside. He shakes his head back and forth from the horrific appearacne the inside has undergone. Monroe: Dude, you weren't lying about the jizzum. That's some nasty shit. That vial better still be in the glovebox. And you better have a bag of what white bitch left over for after the show tonight. Hendricks: Scrape some from the back. Monroe: F*ck you. Why don't you go and hang with your IM boys then. Hendricks: F*ck IM, I killed it once. As soon as Kash wins that title from Fu I'm coming after him to take the title and finish what I had started. Monroe: I hear that. So, is it still in the glovebox? Hendricks: As far as I know. Monroe gets in the drivers seat and leans forward opening the glovebox on the passenger side. After digging around for a moment he pulls out a small glass container. A smile comes to his face as he gets out of the Mustang and puts the container in his pocket. Monroe: Man, I can't drive this now. Hendricks: Why not? It's only cosmetic damage. Monroe: Really? Monroe gets back insdie and places the key in the ignition. He attempts to turn the engine over but it hesitates for a moment. Finally turning over it runs but sounds horrible. Monroe quickly turns it off and gets out slamming the door behind him. Monroe: You fuckin' owe me Judas! Hendricks: I got you covered. Monroe: You fuckin' better. We better have an RV or "Luxury" bus like IM. If they can take my idea and use it then I sure as F*ck can take it back. The road is my home. Those bitches belong in their high dollar planes sipping champagne and suckin' each others dicks. Influential Masterbaters. Hendricks: F*ck Jason Trash and those bitches. They can't stand next to us, Watsed Potential. Monroe: No shit. So, what do we do now? I'm not driving this bitch anymore from show to show. I need to ditch it. At this point in time Steele walks into the scene with a gas can in one hand and a bucket full of ice and beer in the other. Monroe looks over at him suprised. Monroe: Well isn't this an odd surprise? Hendricks: Haha Steele: Yep. I saw the car earlier. We figured we would torch it to get you some insurance loot off of it. Monroe: I don't fuckin' have any. And if I did, they wouldn't cover all of the upgrades and parts I have invested in my baby. Not to mention the man hours and labor. Hendricks: So what now? Steele: What do you want to do? Monroe: F*ck it, you guys were goin' to do it anyways. Lets burn this bitch and drink a few beers watching the fire before getting back to the show. Hendricks: That's right! Steele: Sounds like a plan to me. Monroe: I fuckin' hate you guys. Hendrick, you owe me a car. Steele hands the gas can to Monroe as he holds it for a moment thinking to himself. He then walks around the car pouring gas on it but mostly on the inside. Hendricks smokes on the blunt while watching as Steele drinks a beer. Monroe: Anyone have some matches? Steele tosses Monroe a pack of matches as Monroe takes out his cigarettes. He puts one in his mouth and lights it after striking a match. Taking a drag from the cigarette he then tosses the match onto the Mustang. It goes into flames as the three jump back from the big eruption. Hendricks looks over at Monroe laughing. Hendricks: Yo pu**y! Why are you smoking? The blunt is still burning. They all sit back and watch the fire in front of them as Monroe smokes on the blunt. Hendricks pops a few pills as Steele watches one drinking his beer. He hands Monroe and hendricks one as the scene fades. ----------------------------------- Backstage Segment ----------------------------------- The cameras go backstage, we see Eddie Monroe warming up behind the curtain as the roar of the crowd is heard. Monroe jumps up and down, punching at the air, the adrenaline already flowing as he readies himself to defend his title. From the edge of the scene a bottle knocks against Monroe's arm, forcing the camera to pan out as Monroe looks round to see Steve Steele offering him a bottle of Womaneiser. Monroe grins and takes it from Steele. Steele: So are ya ready champ? Monroe: You kidding man? I was born for this shit. Monroe holds the legacy title between them and they both clink their beer bottles to it. Only for anotehr bottle to enter the frame tapping against it as well. Both of them look around to see Glen Hendricks with his own bottle of beer. Hendricks: Best of luck champ. Oh and in case Influential Minds even think of getting involved, we've got your back, ain't that right Rebel? Steele: Damn straight man. All three down their beers in one and toss the bottles, Steele and Hendricks tag Monroe's hand and head off together as his music hits and the cameras go back to ringside. ----------------------------------- Semi Main Event EWF Legacy Championship Match Hell in a Cell Match Eddie Monroe © v. Ryan "Big Pimpin" Wisler ----------------------------------- "I'm A Pimp" by Too $hort plays, as the song starts all the fans shift their attention to the top of the ramp. The arena is flooded with a sea of boo's as Ryan "Big Pimpin" Wisler's music kicks in. Ryan "Big Pimpin" Wisler appears at the top of the ramp, with his I.M. chain around his neck, and arm in arm with two beautiful women. The boo's get louder as Wisler and the women unlink arms, Wisler spreads his arms above his head as fireworks go off behind him and sparks flutter down to the ground, Wisler then links arms with the women again and continues down to the ring. On his way to the ring Wisler stares at the outstretched arms of a few fans and laughs, then acts like he is going to smack one only to bring it back at the last second. As Wisler makes his way down to ringside he unlinks arms with the two women again and they hop up on the apron and sit on the second rope as Wisler steps in, Wisler stands in the center of the ring and spreads his arms above his head again as the two women come over, one grabs one arm of his jacket and one takes the other. Wisler then takes off his I.M. chain and kisses it and hands it to the girl that didn't grab his jacket. The women then take the jacket and the chain to the outside and watch Wisler inside the ring. The song continues and Wisler leans outside of the ring as each of the girls give him a kiss. Wisler then goes to one of the turnbuckles then climbs up and points to himself with his thumbs, as the crowd boos him wildly. Wisler then hops down and waits in the corner for his opponent as the crowd continues to boo him and the song comes to an end. "Fake It" by Seether begins to play over the arena as the lights dim and smoke fills the entire stage area. As the guitars begin to play Monroe comes out from the back pump up and ready for action. He waves his arms up and down to get the crowd behind him and loud. He walks to the center of the stage and raises his hand to his mouth as if he were smoking a joint and then pretends to throw it into the crowd as green neon lights begin to flash all over the arena. Monroe then begins to walk down the ramp giving the fans fives and enjoying himself. He gets to the ring and runs to slide under the bottom rope. He gets up and walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air forming an X as the music continues to play and slowly fades out. The two combatants stare at each other in the ring, both of them itching to get at each other. The referee signals for the cell to be lowered. A few minutes pass as the cell is lower providing no way out for the two men and the official. The referee signals for the bell and the match begins. Monroe and Wisler both begin to circle each other in the ring each of them trying to find an opening so that they could be the first to strike. This doesn’t happen however and after a short game of ring around the rosy the two tie up in the middle of the ring. Like two bulls that have locked horns they begin to shift and try to overpower each other. Monroe gets the upper hand first and lands a clean punch to Wisler’s jaw. Ryan stumbles back a bit, which gives Monroe just enough time to rush in and perform another tie up. Again Monroe gets the upper hand and delivers a quick body slam to Wisler. Ryan’s body connects with the canvas making the ring and the entire cell structure shake. Monroe like a rabid dog rushes over to Wisler’s side and begins to deliver stomps to his stomach. Wisler being an in ring professional only lets a few kicks fall before he rolls to the side and quickly stands to his feet. Again Monroe is on him and ties up quickly Irish Whipping Wisler across the ring into the ropes on the other side. Ryan bounces off and comes right back to Monroe who is waiting for him. Monroe takes a swing at Wisler trying to connect with a quick clothesline but “Big Pimpin” quickly ducks under it and as Monroe turns around he’s met with a swift kick to the abdomen. Bam! Wisler connects with a swinging neck breaker and both men hit the canvas. Wisler quickly stands and watches for a second as Monroe holds the back of his head in pain. Wisler doesn’t give Monroe much of a break though and quickly mounts the other man delivering hellish right hands to Monroe’s face. Monroe pulls his arms up to his face and manages to block out most of the punches. Still Wisler gets off of Monroe and grabs him pulling his opponent to his feet. We can almost feel the thirst for gold that Wisler emits off of himself as he quickly Irish whips Monroe across the ring. Monroe bounces off the ropes and comes right back at Wisler who is at the ready and quickly performs a back body drop sending Eddie over the ropes to the outside. The official quickly slides out the ting and checks on Monroe to see if he can continue the match. Wisler is right outside of the ring standing by the referee. He pushes him aside and grabs Monroe again lifting him to his feet. Bam! Wisler delivers a quick right hand to Monroe and sends him stumbling back into the chain link structure. Bam! Monroe bounces back and delivers a right hand of his own. The two men begin to trade blows on the outside of the ring in-between the ring and the cell. Wisler finally gets the upper hand and grabs Monroe forcing his face into the cell. Crash! Monroe quickly reverses the move and in turn Wisler’s pretty face connects with the structure. Wisler falls to the ground holding his face as Monroe leans against the ring apron to catch his breath. Wisler slowly begins to climb to his feet but Monroe is now well rested and attacks Ryan with a passion we rarely see in Monroe. Bang! Monroe delivers a overhead belly to belly suplex forcing Wisler to collide with the cell once again. The crowd moans and then cheers as Monroe stands to his feet dragging Wisler towards the cell door. The perspiration is evident on Monroe’s face and we can see that the match is taking its toll on his body. He stands Wisler up and leans him against the door of the cell. The crowd looks on in anticipation as Monroe backs up a bit for what looks like a running start. Like an airplane taking off Monroe charges at Wisler and then flies into the air performing a forearm smash that is aimed straight at Ryan’s head. Wham! Wisler rolls out of the way and Monroe crashes through the cell door and lands on the outside in a whole world of pain. The official checks on both men but Wisler brushes the referee off and pushes him aside before he can even get to Monroe. Wisler is on his feet again but is moving at a much slower pace after the last move Monroe pulled on him. Staling Monroe like a lion he moves in on him and lifts the hurt man to his feet. Blood pours from Monroe’s arm from where he had hit the cell door. Wisler grabs Monroe and then quickly delivers an arm drag forcing Monroe to crash into the cell once more. Wham! The entire structure shakes from the force of the impact of Eddie’s flying body. Again Wisler is on his feet moving a bit faster now he grabs Eddie and then heads up the side of the cell forcing Monroe to climb up with him. Half way up Eddie reaches for Wisler’s foot and begins to tug on it. The quick tug ensures that Monroe gets to the top first as Ryan’s grip on the cell loosens and he tumbles downward. Still his quick reflexes save him from a complete downward tumble and he once again regains his balance and heads for the top. Monroe is now already up and is taking a quick breather holding onto his bleeding arm. Wisler is now on top as well and Monroe gives him a welcoming give by delivering quick right hands to Ryan’s skull. The official looks up in fascination as both men are on top of the cell beating the living shit out of each other. Bam! Monroe gets the upper hand and drives Ryan’s skull into the cell with a quick DDT! Wisler holds his face in pain as blood begins to pour from the newly found gash on his head. Monroe looks on in excitement and a sick smile comes to his face. Like a wolf awaiting its prey Monroe stalks Wisler waiting for him to get back up to his feet. Wisler slowly does this trying to shake the cobwebs from his head and wiping the blood from his eyes. Wham! Crash! Bang! Monroe rushes at Wisler and delivers a spear that almost bends the other man in half! Both men come crashing through the ceiling of the cell and land right on top of the referee. The two combatants and the official all lay in one massive heap of broken bodies and blood. The crowd looks on in horror as no one moves. Finally out of the pile of flesh Monroe begins to stir; disoriented he crawls over to Wisler and throws his arm over his chest. Much to his dismay there is no count to follow as the official is still incapacitated. The crowd brings on a shower of boo’s as Monroe stands to his feet thinking he has the match won. He looks around and finally realizes that the official is knocked out cold. A look of rage fills Monroe’s face and he slides out of the ring reaching underneath for a weapon of sorts. Pulling out a steel chair is tosses it into the ring and slides in after it. The official and Wisler are now both on their feet. However the official is leaning on the ropes for support and Ryan is standing right in front of him. Eddie charges like a Trojan warrior along with a battle cry to match; he swing the chair wildly. Wham! Wisler rolls out of the way and causes the chair to crash on top of the officials head just as he fully regains awareness. Eddie curses and then turns back around to face Wisler; too late Ryan has regained full consciousness and delivers a quick standing dropkick. Wham! The chair almost bends in half as if collides with Monroe’s face. Monroe sprawl out on the canvas blood now pouring from his face as well as Wisler struggles back up to his feet using the rope. “Big Pimpin” looks around the arena as the crowd showers him with boos; Wisler shrugs this off and then makes his way towards Monroe delivering a few stomps to his bleeding face. Wiping the blood from his own mug Ryan scoops up Monroe and Irish whips him into a corner. Wham! Monroe’s face collides with the turnbuckle and he’s whiplashed backwards falling onto his ass in a sitting position. Wisler once again stalks over to Monroe limping as he goes and lifts him up. The referee stirs from his peaceful slumber and slowly makes stands using the ropes as support. Wisler grabs Monroe and delivers a quick kick to the abdomen and then an almost neck breaking DDT. Bam! Monroe’s head connects with the canvas and Wisler takes the chance to make the cover. 1…2… Thr… NO! Monroe somehow manages to kick out of the pinning predicament. Wisler gets up and shakes his head in disbelief. Again he scoops up Monroe and hits him square in the jaw. Wham! Monroe goes down to the canvas with ease his body worn down and the loss of blood making it hard for him to not be tired. Wisler goes for the cover again. 1…2… No! Eddie kicks out once more and Wisler now climbs to his feet with a look of rage on his face. “Big Pimpin” stands up fully and grabs Monroe up from the ground the crowd continues to boo as Ryan takes a few seconds to wipe the blood from his eyes. Wisler grabs up Monroe into an inverted face lock then he hoists him up into the air. A quick spin and slam finishes it all off as Wisler lands his finisher called Pimped Out. Wisler for the third time now goes for the pin as the referee moves into position. 1…2…3! The bell rings as the crowd begins to boo loudly and Wisler looks up in disbelief almost. The cell begins to lift upwards as an official from the outside slides into the ring and hands Wisler the Legacy Title that he so clearly earned tonight. Wisler slowly stands to his feet a bit wobbly and lifts up the top prize of Thursday Night Mayhem. ----------------------------------- Backstage Segment ----------------------------------- The cameras fade in to the backstage area. Andrew Watts laying in a pile of his own blood in the backstage area. John Stubbs: What the... Mike Adams: Someone took out Watts. EMT's rush towards Watts. John Stubbs: So...? ----------------------------------- Main Event EWF World Heavyweight Championship Match Triple Threat Match Blair v. Roxxie Roberts v. Joey Harris ----------------------------------- With the three competitors each standing in a different section of the ring the referee calls for the bell. Joey Harris and Roxxie Roberts have their eyes locked on each other. Each of them shooting glances at Blair. While Harris has his eyes focused on Roxxie, Blair quickly runs up and gives him a forearm to the head causing Harris to fall back into the ropes. Wasting no time Blair quickly keeps on throwing lefts and rights. Roxxie approaches where Blair has Harris against the ropes. Each Roxxie and Blair takes Harris by the arms and throws him into the ropes. As Harris is on his way back the two competitors bend down slightly as they are trying to toss him out of the ring. Getting his wits about him Joey begins a slide before making it back to them. Halfway down he grabs each of them around the neck and connects with perfect DDT. Quickly up to his feet with the help of the ropes Joey turns around to see Roxxie still working her way up and Blair already on his arms and knees. A few kicks, and an elbow to the back of the head quickly stopped that from happening. As Joey turned around he was met by Roxxies’ right foot but being the experienced wrestler he was Harris quickly grabbed it and began taunting Roxxie as she was jumping around on one foot. Getting a little too overconfident he was bet in the back of the head by Roxxies’ left heel. John Stubbs: Beautiful ensaguri there by Roxxie Roberts. Looks like Harris got a little bit too cocky with his remarks in the ring. Mike Adams: Oh that was cheap! He was just trying to tie her boot for her so she didn’t trip. John Stubbs: Oh be quiet Mike. You know exactly what he was doing. Mike Adams: So what! Gripping the back of his head Joey Harris rolled over onto his side Roxxie standing there looking over her victim didn’t notice Blair was now on his feet. Sprinting full speed Blair connected with a great spear, pinning Roxxie between his right shoulder, and the turnbuckle. A loud “OOOF” coming out of the lips of Roxxie as she was pinned in the corner, she then dropped to her knees as Blair backed away eyes focused on her. Knowing she was out of commission for a few Blair turned his focused to Joey Harris who was now back on his feet rubbing his eyes, and shaking his head trying to clear out the cobwebs. Blair wasting no time walked over to him, and pushed him back against the ropes taking him by his right arm he whipped him against the ropes on the other side, Harris locking both arms outside of the ropes to stop himself from coming back towards Blair. The two men approach each other in the center of the ring, and start a grapple. Blair the larger and stronger man quickly gets the upper hand trapping Harris in a wrist lock. Neither of them paying attention to Roxxie, who still holding her stomach, was crawling over to them in the center of the ring. Blair with his back to her was the first one she reached she whipped her right fist up in the air connecting with Blair’s groin. Mike Adams: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! Did you see that? Roxxie Roberts blatantly punched Blair in the twig-n-berries. John Stubbs: Mike, I believe before you were the one saying before how you need to be ready for anything in this game. Blair is a seasoned veteran he should have known better than to completely ignore an opponent. Mike Adams: STILL! He might need those later tonight! Shaking his wrist a little bit still in obvious pain Harris walks over to Blair and grabs him by each of his feet. Spreading his legs open he began to kick him in the right thigh. After three kicks Harris spread Blair’s legs open wide jumping in the air, Harris extended his right leg landing all of his body weight across the groin of Blair. He quickly rolled over on his back, and flipped himself back onto his feet. He ran towards the ropes he jumped toward the second rope and used it as a spring for a moonsault. He landed directly across the chest of Blair; whose age was now starting to have an adverse affect on him. Roxxie was had now made her way back to the corner of the ring, and was grimacing in pain as she was lifting herself up by the turnbuckles. Seeing Blair was in a weakened stage Harris quickly placed him that patented elevated ankle-leg lock. John Stubbs: There it is everyone. The TROUBLESHOOTER! Mike Adams: How are both Roxxie and Harris going to attack Blair like this? He’s an icon not mention old enough to be their father. This is not fair! Seeing that Blair was close to tapping out Roxxie ran at Harris and connected with a diving clothesline causing him to break the hold. She quickly got back up to her feet and connected with an elbow drop across the throat of Joey Harris, causing his to face to almost instantly turn red. Stretching Joeys right arm out straight to the right she began to attack it. Lifting herself in the air with her knees and tip toes she was causing 138lbs of her body weight to come crashing down on Joey’s right shoulder. Getting back to her feet Roxxie begins to stomp on Harris’s chest for a few seconds. She then pulled him up by his head and backed him into a corner. She lands a beautifully placed right hand, but Harris quickly comes back and lands a hard left of his own. Back and forth for about five or six punches Harris quickly gets the upper hand on his much smaller opponent. Harris quickly spins Roxxie into the corner, and begins to chop away at her chest. Harris was then staggered by a fist from Blair to the back of the head. Grabbing Harris and sending him against the ropes Blair stood in the center of the ring as Harris came back Blair went for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but it was quickly countered into a inverted DDT by Joey Harris. John Stubbs: Did you just see that? Oh my god it was beautiful. Mike Adams: I don’t know how Joey got his bearings spinning in the air like that. Amazing! John Stubbs: What’s this Roxxie is climbing the turnbuckle now. Mike Adams: She’s at the top what is she planning on doing from up there?! Noticing that both men were down she used this time to try and capitalize. Jumping from the top rope she landed a perfect shooting star press on Blair. She instantly went for the pin seeing Harris was all the way on the other side of the ring. The referee came sliding in and began the count 1….. ……2………… ……..2.95…………… John Stubb: Your win--- NO! Joey Harris got there at the last second. Mike Adams: That was close. A little bit too close for my comfort. Harris quickly pulled Roxxie off from the top of Blair before the referee can get his hand to the mat for the three count. Angrily, Roxxie grabbed he hair, and screamed a bit. She almost had the match won if it wasn’t for Harris. Spinning to her feet she caught herself just has Harris was running towards her. She quickly began a fall connecting with a perfect drop toe hold. Holding Harris ankle between her legs she reached up with her right hand, and used her nails for an eye rake. Standing up and backing away from Harris she waited for him to pull himself to his feet as he did so and walked to the center of the ring she quickly kicked him in the gut. As he was doubled over in pain she walked around behind him and placed him in an abdominal stretch. Using her free arm she began punching Harris in his side oblique to intensify the pain of the hold. John Stubbs: You can just see the pain on the face of Joey Harris. Mike Adams: Haha yeah it looks like he’s going to cry. Cry for us Joey, please! John Stubbs: Would you grow up? I would love to see you in a hold like that. See how you would react. Mike Adams: A hold like that? Against a girl? I would be fine. Using all the strength he could muster Harris locked his arm around the back of Roxxie, and quickly flipped her over. Relentlessly he picked her back up, and lifted her straight in the air holding her there for a few seconds as she was light enough he quickly let her fall backwards he mid section landing across the ropes causing here to bounce back inside the ring directly on her back. Lifting her up by her hair he pushed her against the left turn buckle. Back up to the other end of the ring he ran full speed and her, and jumped in the air. Roxxie quickly dropped to her knees, and rolled out of the way causing Harris splash to put all of his weight into the turnbuckle instead of her. Bouncing off he fell onto his back leaving us will all three competitors down on the ground. Mike Adams: No one is getting up. John Stubbs: They are about to get up though. All three superstars are finally on their feet. Joey Harris is hit with a huge knee to the head by Blair. Blair throws Roxxie over the top rope, posing but not realizing it as out of nowhere... ...And the Cradle Will Rock.. The cover... 1...... 2.............. 3.................... Mike Adams: WOW! John Stubbs: New champion. Joey Harris grasps the World Title into his chest, his arms raised high into the air, a smirk on his face. John Stubbs: Ladies and gentelemen thank you for joining us, tune in again Monday Night on Revolution! |
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