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| Darren Williams | Jul 20 2008, 11:03 PM Post #1 |
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[size=4]Monday Night Revolution Opening Video[/size] [dohtml]<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DujYbDafUCY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DujYbDafUCY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>[/dohtml] The EWF Monday Night Revolution cameras open up to an overhead view of Notre Dame Stadium. Each and every available seat in the stadium was filled to capacity. In the background "We Fall, We Fall" by Dead Celebrity Status blared out of the multi-million dollar PA system the EWF had setup. As the cameras began a downward spiral to get a closer view of the fans inside there were various different poster boards behind held up each and everyone of them a shout-out, or something that would hopefully be noticed by their favorite wrestler. As the cameras scanned by the front row we could see none other than those who have graced this stadium with greatness, former Notre Dame quarterback Brady Quinn sat front row, next to him Ryan Grant the former runninb back of the Notre Dame Fighting Irish, next to him former Notre Dame wide reciever Arnaz Battle. Each of them wearing their respected NFL football jersey. As the cameras panned back to the center of the ring and showed the entrance ramp way there was a large explosion of pyro down the ramp, and around the ring. The cameras then panned back to show the faces of both John Stubbs, and Mike Adams. John Stubbs: Hello everyone and welcome to a very special EWF Monday Night Revolution. Mike Adams: Special indeed, our first show since EWF Exotic Sunset. John Stubbs: Lets take a quick look back at some of the crazy events that went on last Sunday. The cameras film the titontron which begins to replay historical events from Exotic Sunset. "Always" By Saliva begins to play, starting off slowly. "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...................!!! John Stubbs: They do it! The Wave victorious here at Exotic Sunset" The scene cuts to the next replay, "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. Chris Hush: Glen Hendricks is victorious! Mike Adams: Oh damn you Liddel." The scene cuts to the next replay, "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!!!" The scenes begin to play non stop, showing all the major highlights as the song blasts into it's chorus. "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!" The song screamed. "I love you I hate you I can't get around you." "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!" The song bursting even louder, "I breath you I taste you I can't live without you." "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. Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW EWF International Champion… ADAM STONE!" The song continues to roar. "Always, always, always, always, always, always" "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." The song begins to slow down, entering the replays of the main events. "“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! Chris Hush: WISLER DOES IT! Zach Hurly: Yes! New Champion!" The song slows down even more. "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...?" The song slowly begins to come to it's final words as we view the main event. "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." The video slowly comes to an end with Joey Harris on his knees, hugging the title as we cut back to our announcers. John Stubbs: What a night it was. Mike Adams: And what a night tonight will be. John Stubbs: Apparently Mikey Sparks has sold over all of his rights to the EWF. Mike Adams: However to who is not known yet. John Stubbs: Oh lets go to the ring, apparently we have a surprise coming. Mike Adams: Could it be the new owner? John Stubbs: Possibly. -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- "Wake Me Up Inside" by Evanescence bursts over the P.A. system, the crowd erects to their feet with loud cheers and clapping. The loudest ovation that we have heard all night here in the kickoff of the EWF. Smoke clouds up the top of the stage as Andrew Watts comes running through the smoke, leaned down and looking at the ground, walking behind him, his new manager, Brooke Logan. She throws her arms up in the air. Watts is wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a green t-shirt with some sort of random design on it. Watts begins to walk down the ramp, smirking at some of the fans who look on still cheering. Watts stops about halfway down the entrance ramp, he gets down on a knee posing in a muscle taunt, Brooke stops right behind him and she raises her arm in the air, leaning her head back as blue and white fireworks explode behind them. Mike Adams: Andrew Watts, is he the new show opener now? John Stubbs: Look at that cut on his eye Mike Adams: Big deal Sean Williams: Ladies and gentelmen please welcome Andrew Watts. Watts jumps to his feet, running towards the ring and sliding in, jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle and raising his arms into the air once again. Brooke enters the ring through the bottom rope. Watts jumps back doing a back flip back to the middle of the ring as he bounces off of the ropes a few times and then stops, grabbing a microphone as his music slowly comes to an end. He stops with the microphone in his hand, Brooke next to him as he looks to the left and then to the right before bringing the microphone to his mouth. Andrew Watts: Well first off I'd like to say Exotic Sunset was one hell of an event... The fans erupt into cheers, screaming their lungs off, throwing their hands, signs, shirts and everything in the air as Watts continues. Andrew Watts: However someone decided to ruin the night for me. The fans let out a few boos, some cheering, some booing. Andrew Watts: I know exactly who and I promise you he will pay tonight, whether he tries to prevent it or not he will pay for what he did to me. Watts walks over to the ropes, looking at the former Notre Dame Football Players. Andrew Watts: Now I can't be to excited about being in the Notre Dame Stadium considering I live and breath Ohio State Football, but I can say that I respect that mine right there. Watts points a finger at former Notre Dame Quarterback Brady Quinn who smirks, clapping his hands. Andrew Watts: Brady Quinn, a native of Columbus, Ohio and Cleveland Browns top Quarterback! The fans give a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Quinn continuing to clap as Watts turns around, walking to the middle of the ring, continuing. Andrew Watts: Now I have had a talk with managment and after reviewing a few facts and statistics, I am still the number one contender for the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. The fans give a mixed reaction, most of them clapping and cheering, the rest of them giving Watts a few boos. Andrew Watts: So I would like to inform you all that come next month, come Capital Combat. I will be the NEW EWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I will take the spot that I deserve at the top of the EWF, I will be the man that everyone wants to beat, the man that everyone wants to be and the man that every women wants to see. Watts smirks, mixing his words a bit, creating his own little quotes as Brooke claps, standing next to him. Andrew Watts: Well the first thing I had to do tonight was come out here and address that the World Title will be mine sooner than later. Now I must complete my mission, secondly I must defeat this so called Virus guy and then I must track down the man who took me out at Exotic Sunset and show him exactly why he should have never messed with Andrew Watts, I will MAKE YOU REGRET EVER MEETING ME! With that said Watts drops the microphone, his music blasting over the P.A. system again as he slides out of the ring, Brooke following him as the two of them walk up the entrance ramp together, exiting into the backstage area, Watts feeling very confident as we prepare for our next match. -------------------------------------------------- Opening Match Fatal Four Way Match Killyjoy v. Kevin Moretti v. Gary Schneider v. Kyle Churchill -------------------------------------------------- "He walks among us as a shadow, void of light. Powered by your own darkness." A morbid, raspy voice booms over the loudspeakers, the entire arena in dead silence, listening to the creepy voice from nowhere. John Stubbs: Where's that voice coming from? Mike Adams: Your head. You're insance! John Stubbs: What?! Noo... "Strengthened by your own wickedry. A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires, cast and reflected back upon yourself. Brothers and sisters, the time has come for the Jester. The unleashing of the Joker card. The arrival of....KillJoy!" Deranged laughter echoes throughout the arena before "This Is Halloween" blares through the PA system and the lights go green and purple, smoke fills the stage, and in the midst of the smoke emerges KillJoy. He laughs insanely for a moment then makes his way to the ring. John Stubbs: Wow, this Killjoy character sure looks creepy. Mike Adams: Yeah. I like him! John Stubbs: You like anything with make-up, don't you? Mike Adams: I like your mom. She wears make-up. Killjoy slowly saunters down the ramp, almost trance-like, before crawling into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands to his feet, laughing hysterically to himself as his music cuts out, only for "Gone" by Fuel to hit shortly after. The lights dim down, some white lights flashing through the arena. John Stubbs: And a sudden change in the atomosphere now, with the arrival of the next opponent. Mike Adams: Kids calls himself the Canadian Phenom, but I don't think there is a such thing! John Stubbs: Don't be prejudice, Mike! There are plenty of good things to come from Canada. Mike Adams: Like what? Nickelback? John Stubbs: .... Mike Adams: Yeah, shut up! Moretti sits on the ramp on one knee, as he holds his fist ot his face, with his head down. He gets up and spins around with his arms open. He walks down with one hand in the air, as he snarls at a couple fans, letting him know what he thinks about them. Kevin approaches the ring as he notices Killjoy repeatedly slamming his head into a turnbuckle. He looks up at Moretti, unleashing a wicked laugh that seemingly creeps out the Canadian Phenom. He starts looking around frantically, before deciding to wait outside the ring. Mike Adams: Ha! It seems the 'Phenom' is scared to get in the ring with Killjoy! John Stubbs: I would be scared to be alone with that freak, too! Have you read the story behind this guy! He used to be a murdering, cutting smiles into the faces of his victims! Mike Adams: Sounds fun. John Stubbs: Sicko. Four red spot lights pan the arena and "Gone" cuts out, just as "Many Men" by 50 Cent hits the PA system. All four spot lights come together at the top of the ramp. As they do a red stream of fireworks pure down like a waterfall. Mr. Showtime walks through the fountain and stands there for a moment, looking out at the crowd. Mike Adam: Aw look, he's playing with sparklers! John Stubbs: This guy looks to be the favorite in this match, my money's on him! Mike Adam: I'm betting on the clown. John Stubbs: Yeah, I hear you're fascinated by men in make-up. Mike Adams: Shut up, or I'll make him eat you. Mr. Showtime sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He stands in the center as red fireworks go off around the outside of the ring. He shows no sig of fear, looking straight at Killjoy, who simply sits in the corner of the ring, rocking back and forth with a sick smile splattered over his twisted perma-grin. The music stops, and the arena goes dark, as "I Walk Alone" by Saliva hits the PA, indicating the arrival of the final competitor. Flashing strobe lights flicker around the arena,until the lights finally come back on. Kyle is standing on the ramp, and the lights once again go off. Pyro's go off and then the lights come back on full time as Kyle heads down the ramp; in the ring, Killjoy stares up at the ceiling fondly, wondering if the lights will be going out again. Mike Adams: And here he is guys, "The Instant Cataract" Kyle Churchill! John Stubbs: Don't you mean "Instant Classic"? Mike Adams: Not after that light show, I don't! Kyle starts running, grabbing Moretti's head and aggressively throwing him face-first into the steel post on the outside, as Killjoy and Mr. Showtime simply stare in awe; Killjoy laughs hysterically, amused at the torture of the Canadian Phenom. Schenider, turning his focus to the match, turns around and shoulder-checks Killjoy, who stumbles back a step in bewilderment. He flashes a sick smile before throwing a swift hand to Mr. Showtime, followed by another, and then a kick to the gut, as the bell sounds. Killjoy proceeds to drag Schneider up by the hair, but Showtime counters with a knee to the sternum, and connects with a picture-perfect suplex the clown from the Dark Carnival. He goes to make the pin, but is pulled away by Churchill, who stomps at Schneider's body. John Stubbs: Wow, an aggressive match so far by all three competitors! Mike Adams: Yeah, and Sleeping Beauty is still laying outside the ring! Haha! Churchill drops a few leg drops to the back of Schneider's head before being taken out from behind with a dropkick from Killjoy. He laughs hysterically, beating at the limp body of Kyle Churchill before locking him into a triangle choke. He rips at the body of Churchill before taking a stiff kick to the chest from Mr. Showtime. Killjoy falls backwards, slowly staggering to his feet, a sick smile on his face as if he enjoys the brutality. He motions with his hands at Mr. Showtime, yelling 'Come on, hit me!' in a mocking tone as he slowly saunters towards Schnieder. Showtime simply shrugs, coming out of nowhere with the Show Stopper, his signature Superkick finisher. Killjoy falls over, seemingly lifeless as Schneider makes the cover. 1........................ 2................................................. 3........................................................ The bell sounds, Mr. Showtime Gary Schneider standing to his feet, raising his arms in the air, winning his debut match. Sean Williams: Here is your winner, Gary Schneider. Mike Adams: Wow... John Stubbs: A big win for this rookie. Schneider slides out of the ring, making his way back up the entrance ramp, feeling very confident as he exits into the backstage area. -------------------------------------------------- Backstage Segment -------------------------------------------------- (Trent Sumners is walking, dressed in a blue denim jacket, bright red tights, black winter boots, and a backstage pass on a lanyard around his neck.) Mike Adams: Who the hell is he and what's he doing backstage? John Stubbs: I think that's Trent Sumners. He manages the Slatterys. Wonder what he's doing here as well. (Trent saunters his way a few more feet before coming up against Alex Assur, the EWF's Head of Security. As expected, Alex can go toe to toe with Trent, who looks like he can handle him.) Mike Adams: Trent better not do anything stupid! (Alex folds his arms as he looks at Trent.) Alex: I see you have a backstage pass. Aren't you the Slattery Brothers' manager? Trent: (nodding) Yes. Alex: What are you doing here backstage on Revolution? Trent: Well, I figure I'd get a look at some competition in the Tag Team Tournament. Alex: That's good to know. Trent: Yes, it is. Alex: So, why is it that those Slatterys can't seem to win a match? Trent: It's because they haven't been tapping into their wild side. Alex: (nodding his head) Oh. (As Trent and Alex continue chatting, two cameramen dressed in Revolution T-shirts, Revolution beanie hats, and faded jeans pass by the twosome. The cameramen have bad-looking short hair and are hiding their faces with cameras.) John Stubbs: First Trent, now those two clowns. Mike Adams: Don't you know they have to be at ringside to film the matches for Revolution? (The cameramen make it out of the frame clear without being noticed as Trent and Alex finish up their conversation.) Alex: ...wish your team good luck. Trent: (smirks) They won't need luck. They'll need their brains and their animal instincts, but thank you anyway. (Trent walks by Alex, who looks over his shoulder, looking as if everything is all right in his line of work.) John Stubbs: I don't like the look of those two cameramen. Mike Adams: They're not supposed to be on film, dumbass. -------------------------------------------------- Match #2 Singles Match Johnny Goins v. O.G. Kis -------------------------------------------------- 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. Adams: O.G. Kris is ready for action this week! He seems pumped for this match... Stubbs: As I'm sure his opponent, Johnny Goins is pumped as well to pick up a victory here!! "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. Stubbs: This should be a good match up! Adams: Let's get it started.. The bell rings as Kris rushes across the ring and attacks Goins from behind as he hands the ring announcer his hat and shirt. Kris takes a quick upper hand as he whips Goins into the ropes and connects with a stiff right to the jaw. Kris grabs Goins by the hair and slams an elbow into Goins face. Goins stumbles back but quickly comes back and cracks Kris in the mouth and they begin trading punches. Goins catches O.G. Kris with a strong lariet, Kris bounces back up and catches another lariet from Goins. The fans enjoy the jump into action as the match first started. They lock up and Goins flips Kris over with a nice Belly to Belly and Kris bounces against the canvas as Goins gets up and rushes over to continue his assault. Kris pulls at Goins feet bringing him on his back to the canvas as well. Now both men on the canvas are rolling around punching eachother in what appears to be an offical scrap fight. Pushing off O.G. Kris, Johnny Goins throws his body back and gets to his feet. Kris starts to get onto his feet when Goins comes and hits him in the face with a flying knee. O.G. Kris is down on the mat again, grabbing at his face. Goins lifts Kris to his feet, whipping him hard into the corner post. Kris slaps against the turnbuckles and flops forward hitting the mat again. Putting O.G.'s back into the turnbuckle, Goins lifts him up to the top turnbuckle and slaps him across the face. Goins pulls Kris forward and connects with an impact DDT from the top ropes. Kris rolls around grabbing at his neck as Goins gets up and stomps down on Kris. Goins jogs and bounces off the ropes and comes back leaping into the air, trying to hit a leg drop. O.G. Kris moves and Goins lands hard on his ass in the middle of the ring. Kris and Goins both get to their feet, Kris rocks Goins in the mouth with a left and Goins stumbles back before coming back with a hard right. O.G. Kris throws a leg that Goins catches as Kris nails an Enzugiri to the back of Goins head. Kris hits a short knee drop to Goins forehead, rolling forward off the canvas. Kris stomps on Goins a few times, before he begins to lift Goins up to his feet. Kris whips Goins but is reversed and whipped into the ropes, as Kris comes back at Goins he is slammed with a vicious spinebuster that sends him into the mat. Stubbs: A classic spinebuster! Adams: Yay for him.. Johnny Goins steps on Kris's ankles before grabbing them and slapping on one of his trademark moves he calls "Eyes Of Texas" which is a form of the Figure 4 Leglock. O.G. Kris screams in pain as the pressure of his legs put his will to win to the test. Goins has the hold locked in and the referee is checking on Kris every other second to check if he wants to continue. The fans start chanting "TAP OUT, TAP OUT" to show their support for Johnny Goins as the match continues. Kris sits up through the pain and starts swatting at Goins as they lay on the mat. Kris pulls his body along with Goins towards the rope, trying to get a rope break and barely reaches it but does. The referee calls for the break and Goins releases the hold. Back to their feet, the referee jumps back as O.G. Kris explodes on Goins with right and lefts to the face. He's swinging like a mad man and has Goins backing up and blocking very well against this sloppy swinger. Goins decides to fall backwards but he grabs Kris's front waistband, sending O.G. Kris through the ropes and to the outside ring area. The referee checks the situation and begins his slow count. 1............................. Goins rolls out of the ring and the count starts over as he kicks down at Kris who is leaning against the walling of the guard railing. The count by the referee is slow as it just now goes to 3 but Goins ignores the count as he drops Kris down with a stiff DDT. Getting right back up, Goins slides in and out of the ring so the count restarts yet again. He is playing the cards perfectly as he controls the situation. He picks Kris up, lifting him to slam him with a powerslam but it's reversed. O.G. Kris leaps and lands with Goins head hitting a beautifully executed Bulldog to the outside. O.G. Kris gets up and throws up some gang signs and the crowd reacts to him as he taunts the live audience. Adams: He's the 7th Letter in the Alphabet!! Stubbs: He's a G? Oh I get it! I'm hip you know? Adams: Hip like a Catholic Priest...The ref continues counting!! 4............................. 5.............................. 6................................... 7...................................... O.G. Kris tosses Goins back into the ring and climbs in himself. Kris climbs to the top turnbuckle and taunts Goins some more as Goins slowly gets back to his feet. Kris comes flying off the top ropes and connects with a Cross Body Pin attempt. Goins wasn't ready for a cross body and catches Kris and hits the canvas hard on his back. The referee slides down to the mat and begins to make the 3 count. 1..... 2......Kickout! The 2 count frustrates O.G. Kris and he grabs Goins by the head and begins banging it against the mat like a mad man. Kris whips Goins into the corner and collides with a clothesline. O.G. Kris whips Goins out of the corner and sends him with a strong Irish whip clear across the ring. Goins back pounds the other turnbuckle and he falls face first to the mat. Kris locks in a side headlock on Goins but he doesn't keep in the tight hold. Kris lets go off the hold and drives his elbow on the forehead of Goins. He then runs to the ropes and goes for a big boot to the face of Goins as Goins begins to rise up off the mat. It drops him to the canvas and O.G. Kris then follows it up with a big time elbow drop to the midsection and then covers Goins for the pin. The referee goes down for the count of three, but Goins manages to kick out at the final moment as Kris looks at the referee who gives him just a signal for a two count and that the match has to continue. Kris grabs Goins by the hair and whips him in the ropes, he goes for a clothesline. But Goins ducks it and runs to the other side of the ring and goes for a flying clothesline towards his opponent. Goins crashes into Kris and connects with the flying lariat. Goins goes for the cover. 1......................... 2.......................................KICKOUT!! O.G. Kris kicks out, barely realizing where he has. Goins gets up, angry, he knee lifts Kris’s face, sending him back to the ground temporarily. Johnny Goins taunts to the crowd, almost asking them if they are ready for the victory. The crowd erupts in small bursts of cheers. He goes for the legs of O.G. Kris but Kris kicks up at him and connects a hard heel to the mouth of Goins. Goins stumbles back rocked with the upward heel kick as O.G. Kris hurries to his feet and steps up fast, hitting Johnny Goins with L'Burg's Finest. After the connection of the vicious move, Kris makes the cover. 1................ 2............................ 3........................................ Adams: The Lawrenceburg Gangster wins here Tonight!! Stubbs: Lawrenceburg? Is that next to Winchestertonville, IA? No O.G. is from Indiana... Sean Williams: Here is your winner, O.G. Kis! -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- Put Ya Mutha F**kin Hands up! Mike Adams: That sounds familiar Jon. Could it be? :: All of a sudden the fans begin to go wild as Ace Cutta runs down the aisle ramp and slides under the ropes. :: Jon Stubbs: We haven't seen him in an Arena for weeks! Mike Adams: Well it looks like he has some business to take care of. :: O.G Kris ain't payin much attention and thinks the crowd is rooting him on. He smiles out pointing out to the crowd who gets louder when Ace slowly closes up in on him. Ace smiles his grille and throws up a local Hand sign before tappin O.G Kris on his back. Kris quickly turns and Ace hits the Hood Fab on O.G Kris sending him down hard onto the canvas. Ace stands up flippin O.G off a couple times and motions for a microphone. A girl obliges and hands it over. :: Ace Cutta: Yo Indiana put dem f**n HANDS UP!!! You know dey wasn't gonna keep ya boy out da game fa to long right!? :: The fans scream at Ace who again just smiles, showing off his grille and then lookin down at O.G Kris. He points. :: Ace Cutta: You want this to be ya next X- Division Champion? :: Crowd boos. :: Ace Cutta: Cuz mayb my hearin a little messed up but I coulda swore homie was yappin off talkn bout he wanted to go after the X- Division Title.. I mean I was hearin right wasn't I? :: He shakes his head letting his hair flow in the air for a second. :: Ace Cutta: Only one problem wit dat Idea O.G and dat is the fact that I'm goin for X- Division title bitch.. so you see where dat gon' raise a problem between us. But that ain't all Kris you see I feel a bit disrespected havin you walkin round the halls like you makin things happen. Man we all know you ain't no FUCKIN G Kris.! :: Ace kicks O.G Kris in da back a couple more times. :: Ace Cutta: So how bad you truly wanna become da Champ here Kris. I mean you know you gon' have to get thru me first right? You think you can dat homie? Just remember tho that I'm to fuckin Hood for you to handle. :: And with that Cash Flow goes back on and Ace drops the mic down onto the floor exiting up out the ring. -------------------------------------------------- Backstage Segment -------------------------------------------------- We cut backstage just in time to see Jeriko Kane saying a few last words to Adam Stone who slowly walks off out of the camera view. We notice Andrew Watts standing a few feet behind Jeriko, his eye brow cocked and a confused look on his face. Jeriko turns around. Jeriko Kane: Watts? What do you want? Andrew Watts: Why don't you leave my stable alone? Jeriko Kane: What you talking about dude? Andrew Watts: Your trying to take Stone away, I ain't having it. Watts pushes Jeriko up against the wall, Jeriko's head and neck smashing into the wall hard as Watts throws his forearm across the throat of Jeriko, pinning him to the wall. Andrew Watts: Like I was saying. Leave the LBN alone, or you'll be six feet in the ground before you know it. Watts knees Jeriko in the gut as Jeriko lets out a loud grunt, Watts still pinning him to the wall with his forearm, Watts obviously has snapped a bit this last week or so. Andrew Watts: I think I've made myself clear. He lets his forearm off of the throat of Jeriko, swinging his other arm with huge force, connecting to the side of the forehead of Jeriko Kane as he falls to the ground, his left eye cut open and Watts walks away, a bit of blood dripping from a few of his knuckles on his right hand. -------------------------------------------------- Match #3 Tag Team Title Tournament Tag Team Match Korrupt & Eddie Perez v. James Draven & Ray Damian -------------------------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following contest is the first match of the Tag Team Title Contenders Tournament. Mike Adams: This should be decent. Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring first... Walking The Demon plays over the PA system as Korrupt steps from behind the curtains with a strict serious look on his face as he hears boos as a reaction from the crowd as he walks to the middle of the stage and lets out a big howl towards the top of the arena. Spit flying everywhere he finally decides to move on towards the ring as he is introduced to the crowd. Sean Williams: Coming all the way from The Depths of Hell... Weighing in at 255 lbs.... Korrupt! Mike Adams: Yeah hes from hell, my ass. John Stubbs: Hey you never know. Mike Adams: I know. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and walks up to the rings stares at it for a while and climbs up on the apron on continues to duck under the rope pacing around the ring waiting for his opponents. Mike Adams: And next I'm guessing is Genocide. Sean Williams: And his tag team partner... 'We fly high' hits the loudspeakers as the crowd gives a mixed reaction not knowing exactly who this might be. Then out of n where "Latin Fury" Eddie Perez comes out from the backstage area with a serious look on his face. He stands at the top of the stage, his hands on his hips as he checks out the ring, fans and arena. Sean Williams: From New York City, weighing in at a 230 pounds. "Latin Fury" Eddie Perez! He smirks as he walks down the rampway. He slaps hands with a few of the fans before sliding under the ropes, and making his way up to a turnbuckle, to pose for the fans as they take pictures, he then walks over to his partner Korrupt, not knowing much about him but keeping his distance. Mike Adams: This guy looks like an idiot. John Stubbs: You think everyone does. Sean Williams: And their opponents. Were 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. Mike Adams: Shes so hot. 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 boo heavily. Sean Williams: On his way to the ring, 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. John Stubbs: So apparently he teamed with James Draven or something. 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. Mike Adams: Man if she wasn't with him that would be the most boring enterance. Sean Williams: And his tag team partner... 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 wearing a black t-shirt reading Alliance of Defiance on the back and AoD on the front is stood facing the ring he looks out to the fans as he makes his way down slapping the hands of a few fans. Sean Williams: From Darlington England. Weighing in at a 267 pounds! James Draven!!! As he walks towards the ring I stand alone pumping through the arenas sound system as he jumps up onto the ring apron, entering the ring through the middle rope and running towards the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes, stopping himself in the middle of the ring and throwing a few punches at the air and turning to the man he normally had on his side. John Stubbs: Here we go... The bell sounds as Ray Damian starts off in the ring with Korrupt. The two lock up and Korrupt uses his size to overpower Ray Damian into a gripping headlock. He squeezes the head of Damian, attempting to cut off the breathing circulation as Damian's face begins to turn a light red color. Damian fights back with a few elbows to the gut, attempting to break the grip by inflicting pain on Korrupt who begins to loosen the grip from the pain in his abdomen. Damian finally squeezes his head out, standing behind Korrupt as he hits him with a front dropkick to the middle of the back that pushed Korrupt forward, his chest bouncing off of the top turnbuckle as he grasps the center of his chest in pain while Ray Damian goes for a quick roll up from behind, gripping the tights of Korrupt... 1........ 2.................... A quick kickout by Korrupt who gets to his feet as fast as Damian does, running at Damian, a look of anger in his eyes as he goes to grab Damian who ducks under the arms of Korrupt, kicking him in side of his calf, Korrupt falls to a knee as his calf cramps up. Damian runs at the ropes, coming back with speed and hitting a huge knee to the face of Korrupt that sends Korrupt to the canvas. Damian walks over to Draven, tagging him in. Mike Adams: Damian taking early control here. John Stubbs: But it is still ... Mike Adams: Yes I know, it is still very early. Draven walks in towards Korrupt who is slow to get to his feet. Korrupt gets to a knee only to be sent back down to the ground by a hard fist to the forehead from Draven. Draven then begins to stomp away on the chest of Korrupt who finally gets away, rolling away from Draven and trying to quickly get to his feet only to be snuck up on by Draven who hits him with a clothesline to the back. Korrupt stays on his feet, bouncing off of the ropes in front of him as Draven attempts a german suplex, however he can not lift Korrupt who hits him with a huge back elbow. Draven grabs the side of his face in pain as Korrupt runs at him with a huge clothesline, Draven's body flipping in mid air from the force, Korrupt falling to his knees from all of the power put behind the clothesline. Mike Adams: Wow he took his head off. John Stubbs: He certainly did. Mike Adams: He certainly did. John Stubbs: What are you five? Mike Adams; What are you five? John Stubbs: You know I hate that. Mike Adams: I know you like that. Korrupt grabs Draven by the hair, lifting him to his feet as he hits him with a huge knee to the gut, followed by a fist to the forehead of Draven. Draven tries to fight back but is hit by a huge spinning back fist from Korrupt. Korrupt grabs Draven by the hair again, throwing him into the turnbuckle that Perez waits at. Korrupt tags in Perez who enters the ring, the two of them begin to pound away with kicks to the gut of Draven who falls into a sitting position, his back leaned up against the bottom turnbuckle. Korrupt exits the ring to the apron as Eddie Perez hits Draven with a huge punt to the face, going for the quick cover... 1.......... 2...................... ..................................... .................................................2.7...!!! A kickout by Draven, showing he still has lots of fight left in him as Eddie lifts him up only to be met by a huge jumping tornado DDT by Draven, OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Draven and Eddie are both slow to get up, Draven rolls around to his stomache as he slowly begins to crawl, Eddie slowly begins to get to his knees. Draven is just inches away from Damian who is reaching in as far as he can, Draven swings his arm but comes just short of the tag. Draven finally gets withen reach but Eddie Perez wraps his arms around the leg of Draven, dragging him back to the center of the ring. Draven lifts his free leg in the air, kicking Eddie right in the face as Eddie losses grip of Draven's other foot. Draven finally gets to his corner, jumping up from the ground to slap his hand on Damian's. John Stubbs: This should be good. Mike Adams: Uh yeah sure. Damian enters the ring with full confidence, making his way towards Eddie who has just got to his feet, smashing him with a clothesline. Korrupt enters the ring only for Damian to run at him with a jumping knee to the face. Damian turns around to see Eddie going for a huge elbow to the face but Damian ducks under it, hitting Eddie with a huge t-bone suplex. Damian gets to his feet as Korrupt runs at him only to be tossed over the top rope and outside of the ring. Damian grabs Eddie by the neck, pulling him up to his feet and hitting him with a huge body slam. Damian goes for the cover... 1................... 2....................................... ........................................................ ....................................................................2.8...!!! At the last second Eddie Perez gets his shoulder up, saving his team from the loss that would knock them out of the tournament. Damian shakes his head as he gets to his feet, climbing the turnbuckle and awaiting Eddie who slowly gets to his feet. Damian motions his arms, taunting as the fans instantly begin to boo him. He shakes his head with a smirk as Eddie Perez finally gets to his feet. Eddie slowly turns around and Damian... Damian leaps off of the top rope... Flying through mid air... Going for a huge flying clothesline... Connecting!!! Damian tags in Draven who climbs the top turnbuckle, diving.... Through mid air... Huge body splash!!! The cover........ 1............. 2............................. ..................................................... .................................................................3...!!! The bell sounds, Draven and Damian getting to their feet, both raising their arms in the air, nodding their heads. Sean Williams: Here are your winners, Ray Damian and James Draven! -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- (Ray Damian & James Draven celebrate in the middle of the ring when the two cameramen from earlier come around to face them, carrying big old-school cameras with good-sized flash bulbs. One of them waves at the winners.) John Stubbs: What are those two up to? Mike Adams: I think it's the celebratory picture. (As Damian & Draven try to figure out what's going on, the cameramen snap their pictures with those flash bulbs going off in their faces.) John Stubbs: What's this all about? Mike Adams: I don't know, but I'd be annoyed at the flash bulbs if they went off in my face that brightly. (Damian & Draven try to regain their eyesight as the two noticeable cameramen walk through the entrance aisle and into the backstage area.) Mike Adams: What the...? -------------------------------------------------- Backstage Segment -------------------------------------------------- The scene opens up in the halls of the Notre Dame Stadium. The camera rounds the corner and we are shown the tag champions Brian Adams and Ryot standing in the hall talking to each other. We can’t really make out their voices as they seem to be whispering something private to each other. Suddenly the cameraman is pushed aside and two figures run into the hall. Both men are dressed in black suits with a white shirt and black tie. One man is wearing a black cloth mask that covers his face up making him indistinguishable to the audience that is watching; the other man’s face is hidden as well behind a Barack Obama mask. Wham! The man in the black mask swings a steel chair wildly at Brian Adams making one half of the tag team champions crumple to the ground. Obama on the other hand swing a green cucumber wildly hitting Ryot in the face connecting with his nose. Smack! Pieces of the green vegetable fly everywhere. Ryot falls to the ground but tries to get back up, but before he can do that Obama grabs the chair used by the other masked man and swings connecting with Ryot’s skull. Now both of the tag champions are on the ground as the masked men stand over them. Masked Man: What the hell were you thinking? Obama: Listen you told me to bring a weapon… Masked Man: So you bring a fucking cucumber?! Obama: I was making salad man… It was the only thing around besides the knife… and we can’t exactly stab them now can we? Masked Man: Good point… Let’s just get out of here. Obama: Good call… Both of the masked men walk down the hall whistling as the scene fades to black. The last thing we hear is the man in the black mask mutter, “A fucking cucumber man… You really are something.” -------------------------------------------------- Match #4 Singles Match Robert Davis v. Andrew Watts -------------------------------------------------- Mike Adams: Those guys were funny. John Stubbs: But who were they? Mike Adams: No clue, hey your buddy is about to wrestle... The lights flicker and then go to a dim green. Smoke floods the stage and the Virus appears wearing a gas mask. The lights slowly return to normal and the smoke slowly fades as he takes off the mask and drops it to the floor at his side. Hi music plays and he walks slowly down to the ring, acknowledging his fans. When in the ring, he looks around the arena, smiling demonically and rubbing his hands together. John Stubbs: The Virus has a good chance to raise his stock here tonight. Mike Adams: Against Andrew Watts? I don't see it happening. John Stubbs: Anything can happen in wrestling you know that as well as I do Adams. "Wake Me Up Inside" by Evanescence bursts over the P.A. system, the crowd erects to their feet with loud cheers and clapping. Smoke clouds up the top of the stage as Andrew Watts comes running through the smoke, leaned down and looking at the ground. He is wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a green t-shirt with some sort of random design on it. Watts begins to walk down the ramp, smirking at some of the fans who look on still cheering. Watts stops about halfway down the entrance ramp, he gets down on a knee posing in a muscle taunt as blue and white fireworks explode behind him. Watts jumps to his feet, running towards the ring and sliding in, jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle and raising his arms into the air once again. Doing a back flip back to the middle of the ring as he bounces off of the ropes a few times while his music fades. John Stubbs: It doesn't look like Watts is feeling the affects of the attack at Exotic Sunset. Mike Adams: That's because he is a pro. John Stubbs: I don't know about that... Watts and Davis tie up, Watts grabs a side headlock but Davis takes him to the ropes and throws him off, Watts bounces off the ropes and collides with Davis knocking him to the mat with a shoulder block. Davis gets up and Watts kicks him in the gut then backs him into a corner with knife edge chopes, when Davis is in the corner Watts hits him with knee strikes until he slumps down and then Watts starts hammering him with punch after punch until the referee pulls him off. Watts then stalks Davis and when he gets up Watts hits him with a diving spear and then covers him .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! John Stubbs: Andrew Watts is starting out like a man possessed. Mike Adams: Don't expect it to stop Robert Davis is overmatched here. John Stubbs: Maybe but even David beat Goliath. Mike Adams: Yeah by a fluke. Watts picks up Davis and hits a belly to belly suplex then starts stalking Davis for a super kick, when he gets up Watts lunges at Davis for a super kick but Davis ducks and hits a neckbreaker. Both men get up and Watts hits several right hands then whips Davis only for Davis to bounce off the ropes and hits Watts with a diving crossbody block. Davis gets up and stalks Watts, when he gets up Davis hits him with a roundhouse kick to the skull that knocks Watts down Davis then drops down and covers him .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Davis gets to his feet and pulls Watts up, he kicks Watts in the gut and attempts the overdrive but Watts pulls Davis' leg out from under him and it trips him to the ground. Watts takes a deep breathe and then goes to the top turnbuckle, when Davis gets up Watts leaps off and drills him with a diving spear and then hooks his leg for another cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Watts picks up Davis and attempts The Highlight, but Davis pushes Watts into the turnbuckle then hits him with a russian leg sweep. Davis goes to the top turnbuckle and when Watts gets up he leaps off and hits him with a diving bulldog and then makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Davis picks up Watts and attempts to tie Watts in the ropes for the Respiritory Arrest, but Watts counters by kneeing Davis in the gut and hitting him with a fame asser. Watts pulls himself up and then brings Davis to his feet, Watts kicks Davis in the gut and whips him against the ropes, when he bounces off the ropes Watts hits him with spinebuster and then makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!!! John Stubbs: Several near falls on both sides but neither man can keep their opponent down for the three count. Mike Adams: Give Watts a minute and he will end it. John Stubbs: I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. Mike Adams: That's probably why you aren't me, and never will be... Watts picks up Davis only to get caught with a jawbreaker Watts stumbles backwards as Davis gets up and hits him with a fish-hook suplex. Davis gets back up and goes to the top turnbuckle, when Watts gets up Davis leaps off the top at Watts, but Watts jumps up and meets Davis in mid air with The Highlight, Watts then rolls over on Davis and makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....3!!!! John Stubbs: And out of nowhere Watts hits The Highlight and picks up the win. Mike Adams: What did I say Stubbs? Davis didn't stand a chance. John Stubbs: It was competitive until the end Adams. Mike Adams: In your mind only. At least your buddy won. -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- Watts stands up, a smirk on his face but he is not finished. He slides out of the ring, grabbing a microphone and tossing it in the ring. He then grabs a steel chair, tossing it in the ring as well. He slides in the ring, grabbing the steel chair and stalking Davis who is slowly getting to his feet. Davis has no idea that Watts is still even in the ring as he turns around and.... SMAAAASSHHH!!! Watts smashes the steel chair over the skull of Robert Davis whos forehead bursts open with blood, Davis falling backwards to the canvas, completely knocked out. Watts then places Davis' neck in the chair, closing the chair and climbing to the middle turnbuckle. Watts hops off of the middle turnbuckle, smashing the chair and possibly the neck of Davis. Davis lays there, crippled by Watts who grabs the microphone. Andrew Watts: Davis you promised to take me out, you said you knew you had the upper hand, you said I wouldn't stand a chance. Well I just showed you that words are only words. I'll pay for your wheel chair. With that said Watts drops the microphone near the head of Davis as EMT's rush to the ring with a stretcher, helping Davis on it. Mike Adams: Wow, Watts is going crazy. Watts slides out under the bottom rope as he walks up the entrance ramp, not looking back to see if Davis was okay, not caring one bit about the man he may have just paralyzed. Watts exits to the backstage area as Davis is put on a stretcher and rolled out of the arena. |
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-------------------------------------------------- Match #5 International Title Tournament Singles Match Mark Steele v. "The Golden Boy" Matt Bishop -------------------------------------------------- Smoke fills up the entrance way as Mosh beings to play, a figure emerges with his head down.He then lifts his head and clicks his knuckles before walking down the ramp. John Stubbs: This match should be interesting to say the least. Mike Adams: You say interesting I say boring. "The Church of Hot Addiction" By Cobra Starship begins to play through the arena. The crowd gets the their feet and a huge pop is heard as Matt heads to the ring. As he walks down, pointing to the crowd while making his way down the ramp, pyro shoots up on each side of the ramp. He hops up onto the ring apron, and leap frogs over the top rope. He walks to the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd. He climbs off the turnbuckle and takes off his T-Shirt and tosses it into the crowd as he stretches his arms and prepares for the upcoming match. John Stubbs: Who do you have winning this one Adams? Mike Adams: I can tell you who I have losing. John Stubbs: Who is that? Mike Adams: Me for having to sit through it. John Stubbs: Why are you so down on this match? Mike Adams: Because it is going to suck. John Stubbs: And you know this because... Mike Adams: I am an expert. Bishop and Steele tie up and Bishop back Steele into a corner then knees him in the gut and slam him back first into the turnbuckle. Bishop whips Steele into the opposite corner then runs and spears him into the turnbuckle. Steele stumbles out and Bishop tosses him back into the corner and starts hammering him with back hand chops. Bishop eventually stops chopping him and Steele stumbles out of the corner, Bishop walks up behind Steele and hits him with a german suplex and bridges it for a cover .....1 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Bishop gets up and attempts to pick up Steele, but Steele counters with a double leg take down then starts pummeling Bishop with lefts and rights until the referee pulls him off. Bishop gets to his feet and Steele swings at him but Bishop ducks and attempts another german supelx, Steele flips over Bishop and then hits him with a yazuka kick to the back. Steele stalks Bishop and when he gets up hits him with a side belly to belly suplex and then makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Steele picks up Bishop, but Bishop trips Steele to the ground and attempts to lock him in the Texas cloverleaf, but Steele push's Bishop off into the turnbuckle Bishop stumbles forward and Steele gets up and hits him with a leg hook suplex and then hooks his leg for a cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!!! Steele picks up Bishop for the Steele Driver but Bishop wiggles behind it and locks Steele in a standing sleeper hold. Steele fights it for a while but then he starts to fade, after a while the referee lifts Steele's arm in the air and it drops once, the referee lifts it up and it drops twice, he lifts it up and it drops, NO his Steele's arm shoots back up in the air right before it drops for a third time. Steele fights out of the sleeper with several elbows to the gut then hits Bishop with a back drop. Both men get to their feet and Steele attempts a right hand, Bishop ducks and hits a kick to the gut scoops him up on his shoulders and hits an oklahoma slam and makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! John Stubbs: Near fall, now is this match interesting you Adams? Mike Adams: Huh? I'm sorry you just woke me up from my nap. John Stubbs: That's real nice Adams sleeping on the job. Mike Adams: Shhhhh what if the boss hears? John Stubbs: Then hopefully you will get fired. Bishop picks up Steele and whips Steele into the ropes then Bishop runs against the ropes and attempts The Gold Rush, but Steele dives to the ground and Bishop launches himself in the air only to land flat on his face. Bishop gets up and turns right into a kick in the gut from Steele followed by a snap suplex. Steele gets back up and stalks Bishop, when he gets up Steele attempts a super kick but Bishop ducks and attempts a clothesline that Steele ducks under then hits a headscissors takedown on Bishop and makes the cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Steele picks up Bishop and attempts the Atlanta Destroyer, but Bishop back body drops Steele to the canvas. Bishop takes a deep breathe then turns in time to catch a yakuza kick intended for his face Bishop reels Steele in by the leg and drills him with a clothesline. As Steele is getting up Bishop runs against the ropes, when Steele gets to his feet Bishop knocks him down with a running shoulder block. Steele stumbles back up only to get hit with a kick to the gut and a vicious piledriver followed by a cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Bishop picks up Steele and attempts the CheckMate, but Steele ducks under it and hits Bishop with a super kick of his own. Both men stumble to their feet and start exchaning lefts and rights, Bishop gets the advantage and then hits a kick to the gut and attempts a vertical suplex, but Steele counters behind it and locks Bishop in a rear naked choke. Bishop is stuck in the middle of the ring with the hold locked in though he is still on his feet, he starts to stumble backwards and falls right into the turnbuckle sandwitching Steele between himself and the turnbuckle. John Stubbs: With both men down this is anyones ball game. Mike Adams: And hopefully this match is almost over. John Stubbs: You really are terrible at this job. Mike Adams: Why thank you. Both men get up and start exchanging punches, for every Steele left there is a Bishop right, this goes on until Bishop hits a knee to the gut and a vertical suplex. Bishop starts stalking Steele for the CheckMate and when he gets up lunges at him for it but Steele ducks and hoists Bishop up from behind and hits him with the Steele Driver and then turns him over and hooks his leg for the cover .....1 .....2 .....3!!! John Stubbs: Steele picks up the win in a close match here tonight. Mike Adams: And I didn't die from boredom. John Stubbs: How do you keep a job? Mike Adams: You know I really don't know. Steele slides out of the ring with what may have been the biggest win in his career as he makes his way up the entrance ramp and into the backstage. -------------------------------------------------- Backstage Segment -------------------------------------------------- Matt Moore is sitting in what looks to be a small dressing room in a director's chair. Across from him is a young lady, who is new to the EWF scene, recently signed Kaitlyn Marie Baker. Baker is attired in a blue button up shirt with black slacks and heels. Her hair is pulled back in a braid, which hangs down her back. After a moment of sitting there, Matt smiles at the camera, nodding to the cameraman as he begins to speak: Matt: Hello ladies and gentlemen in the arena as well as at home. I am Matt Moore, and this lovely lady here with me is none other than the newest future superstar of EWF Revolution, Kaitlyn Marie Baker, though she has told me in no uncertain terms that I should use only the name Katie here. Katie had quirked a brow when he said her whole name, which had made him kind of double back with that last part and say her name was Katie. She smiles, a bright smile that might light up most rooms and nodded to him, giving him the indication that he could continue. He smiled and then looked back at the camera, continuing with his introduction. Matt: Katie is the youngest of six children, isn't that right? Katie: Yes it is Matt, all of my older siblings were boys, and we were rather close in age, so you can imagine the things that I learned about how to defend myself. As she says that last part, she smiles again, that winning smile before turning back to the camera. Matt actually smiles in return, nodding to her as he continues on with his introduction. Matt: So, as the youngest of six, you learned to protect yourself at a rather young age? Katie just nods in answer to his answer. Matt: So what made you decide that wrestling was what you wanted to do as a career? I mean, with such a large amount of males in your family, I would think that you would have gotten enough testosterone in your life. Katie: Fights were not only common in my house, but on the streets near my house and at school. So, I did what many inner city high schoolers did, I dropped out and got my GED. Once I hit eighteen, I decided that I wanted to continue with fighting, but in a more civilized and rule based manner. Of course, at the time it helped that the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was in an amateur federation. So, I became his manager. It was not long after that that I decided that I wanted to continue with my wrestling career and moved on up the rung, choosing a school and beginning to attend. I trained for two years, graduated, and came here, to my number one choice, the EWF. Matt: What about the guy? Katie gives him a look that says if looks could kill, he would be dead, and the poor man looks a bit scared for a moment. Katie: He is no longer in the picture, and that is all that needs to be said about him. The tone in her voice, lets him know that she is done with that part of the conversation and he should continue with the interview. Matt: Ah, well, right, so, anyway, moving along. He pauses a moment, seeming to collect himself. Matt: And that is all the time that we have for this evening folks, perhaps I will get a chance to talk with this young lady a bit more at the next show. With that, the scene goes back to the ring. -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- [ BlairVision theme starts up. Crowd goes into instant boos. Out steps Blair and his crew. Blair is not in a taunting mood - instead he just looks very ticked off and silent. Robin Cradle is not seen wearing her usual revealing outfits - instead she is wearing a sweater with blue jeans. Following them is Earl and Elmo. Both are wearing suits and have on reading glasses. Each of them has War and Peace in their right hand with bookmarks around the middle. Jeff Jericho and Avery are following last in the group. They take a few seconds passing out papers to people in the stands. Avery on one side of the aisle and Jeff Jericho on the other. They do this the whole way up the aisle to the ring. Blair is in the ring with Robin, Earl and Elmo behind him. Blair has the mic and is about to speak.] Blair: ............. [ Blair hesitates as if he wants to say something but just won't say it. He does this a couple more times and then finally he just drops the mic and stands in the corner. When Avery and Jeff Jericho arrive in the ring, they pick the mic up and do speak. ] Jericho: Blairski, do not worry my brother, this is all going to be taken care of right now. You see peons and peons of peons. Did you like that Blairski, I used one of your lines. [ Blair is seen clapping for the use of his line. ] Jericho: Now we are going to make this real short here tonight because we here at BlairVision do not have much time right now. Avery and myself have passed out the Be Fair to Blair petition. We are asking that each and everyone of you sign it and tell your local EWF staff member that you deserve to see the very best in action at Capital Combat. Tell them that you want Paul Blair in the Main Event. For those of you at home, go to the EWF website and vote online. Tell them that I deserve to see Paul Blair get his rematch from Exotic Sunset and I deserve to see it at Capital Combat. [ At this time Avery steps up to the center of the group and Jericho hands him the mic ] Avery: Now we are asking that Darren Williams make his way out here. We are going to ask him face to face, man to man will he be giving Paul Blair his rematch at Capital Combat. Paul Blair is a legend, he does not have to demand anything, he has more than earned this shot. The Ruler Rooters out there all know he deserves this shot. There is not one man around who deserves this more than Blair. So Williams all we are asking is that you above all people, Be Fair to Blair. Now Williams come on down and give us the answer we deserve to hear. Mike Adams: Well...? Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry bursts over the P.A. system, the crowd giving a mixed reaction, temporary Revolution General Manager Darren Williams comes out with a half grin on his face. He comes strutting out of the backstage area, stopping at the top of the entrance ramp, a cocky smirk on his face, raising his left arm up into the air as he gets a bit more cheers. Sean Williams: Ladies and gentelmen please welcome General Manager Darren Williams Mike Adams: Oh god he is still in charge? John Stubbs: Obviously. Williams makes his way down the ramp as he quickly jogs up the black steel steps, making his way onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle rope. He walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the middle padding and raising his arms yet again. He jumps back down to the canvas as he walks over to Sean Williams, stealing the microphone from him, walking to the middle of the ring while his music fades out. He stands in front of the crowd. Darren Williams: So you want a rematch at the title? Blair nods his head. Darren Williams: Well thats nice, I want to be drunk but we can't always get what we want now can we? Blair rolls his eyes. Darren Williams: Don't you roll your eyes at me you son of a bitch, listen up. You had your chance you lost your shot. You should be happy that I put your piece of crap ass in that International Title Contender tournament. The fans give a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Darren Williams: So the answer is NO! There is already a number one contender who never got his Title match because someone decided to take him out pre-match. Now feel free to argue, feel free to not talk during your promos but it will not, I repeat WILL NOT get you a rematch. "Crazy Bitch" bursts over the P.A. system again as Williams slides out under the ropes, walking up the entrance ramp, leaving Blair and his little friends very angry in the ring. -------------------------------------------------- Match #6 Tag Team Title Tournament Tag Team Match Jeriko Kane & Adam Stone © v. The Wave of the Future -------------------------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following contest is the second match of the first round of the Tag Team Title Contenders Tournament. "No More Words" begins to pulse through the speakers and Jeriko Kane appears on the stage as a huge pyro of some random explosions go off behind him, bursting into the air as they evaporate into sparks which scatter along the stage and Jeriko Kane. He smirks before strutting towards the ring with a confident swagger. Sean Williams: From San Francisco, California. Weighing in at a 265 pounds, "The Prodigy" Jeriko Kane! Mike Adams: Why does everyone call themselves The Prodigy? John Stubbs: No clue man, no clue. Jeriko walks to the left of the ramp and towards the black steel steps as Jeriko climbs the steps and walks across the apron then mounts the corner and throws his right arm into the air as the arena erupts in cheers and thousands of flash bulbs from the cameras as he awaits his tag team partner. Mike Adams: What a showoff. Sean Williams: And his tag team partner... "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. Sean Williams: From Vero Beach, Florida, weighing in at a 228 pounds, "The Fallen Angel" Adam Stone!!! John Stubbs: I'm looking forward to this match after seeing the last one A.S. in script glowing on his white wife beater from the black lights. He 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. Mike Adams: Isn't his partner supposed to be Andrew Watts? John Stubbs: Yes but Andrew Watts already had a match. Mike Adams: Yeah I remember, you drooled on my arm when he came out. Sean Williams: And their opponents. Let the bodies hit the floor blairs over the p.a. system as Michael Santiago appears at the top of the ramp, a smirk on his face, dressed in his usual ring gear as he nods his head. He taunts as pyros go off all around him and then turns around, signaling towards the entrance way, the lights dim as green strobe lights flood the entrance tunnel as Shane Knight appears at the top of the stage. Shane smirks at the crowd before heading down the ramp alongside him his tag team partner Michael Santiago. Mike Adams: I like these guys. John Stubbs: They have been very impressive. Mike Adams: I didn't say that. They gives some fans "high-fives" as they makes their way down to the ring. They roll into the ring and climbs separate turnbuckle to taunt as they both jump down, passing each other in the middle of the ring and giving each other "high-fives" as they jump on opposite turnbuckles and taunt yet again, before jumping down to the canvas, having a few words with each other just before the match goes underway. John Stubbs: We are ready, I can't wait! Mike Adams: Will these guys finally lose? John Stubbs: Time to find out. The bell sounds as Michael Santiago starts out in the ring with Adam Stone. The two looking each other in the eyes, not fans of each other as they move in towards each other slowly, confidence ratiating off of both of them as they lock hands with one another. Santiago using his great technical skills to quickly get down on his knees, dragging down Stone by his shins and hopping on his head with a quick crossface, however Stone gets out of it quickly, pushing Santiago when they get to their feet, Santiago pushing back as Stone shoots at him with a huge right hand. Stone throws another right hand as he nails it right in the nose of Santiago. Santiago tackles Stone into the turnbuckle, fighting away with rigths and lefts to the gut of Stone, still bent down in the tackle position while Stone fights away with fists to the back of Santiago before the referee pulls them apart. Stone pushes the referee down to the ground and runs at Santiago with a huge spear, taking him out and jumping to his feet, taunting Santiago with a smirk as he begins to hammer away with kicks to the face of Santiago who can't do anything but throw his hands over his head, attempting to block the kicks. John Stubbs: Wow both men look very competitive early on. Mike Adams: They sure do. John Stubbs: Adam Stone looks like he hates Santiago. Mike Adams: Well I don't think he likes him. Shane Knight can't help but interfering and he does so as he enters the ring, running at Stone with a shoulder thrust, knockin him down as Jeriko Kane goes to enter the ring but is stopped by the referee who is distracted while Shane Knight and Michael Santiago begin to hammer away on Stone with kicks to the head and body while Stone rolls around on the ground, attempting to do something to fight back but absolutely nothing possible. The two men grab Stone, lifting him up and hitting a double DDT as Santiago slides out of the ring, standing on the apron as if he were no longer the legal man. Jeriko Kane exits the ring and the referee asks Shane Knight if he was tagged in, Shane nods his head, obviously lying but the referee beliving him as he lifts up Adam Stone, driving his head into the top turnbuckle pad, the skull of Stone bounces off of the pad as Shane Knight jumps up hitting a huge dropkick to the head of Stone, sending him to the ground. Mike Adams: I think I might like these wavier guys. John Stubbs: They are not Waiver guys, the are Wave of the Future. Mike Adams: Yeah Wave of the Ocean, I said that. Shane grabs Stone by the hair, lifting him up and pushing him into the turnbuckle, climbing the turnbuckle over Stone, to the middle rope as he begins to pound away with fists to the head, the fans counting with each punch. 1...2...3....4....5...6....7...8...9...Just as Shane goes for lucky number 10, Stone hits him with a huge powerbomb, both men lay on the canvas in pain, not able to do anything but roll around on the ground. Stone tries to use that to his advantage, rolling towards the corner to tag his partner, however when he reaches an arm up it is slapped back down, he looks up to see Michael Santiago. Stone had rolled to the wrong corner. Stone began to get up with help from the turnbuckle only to be hit with a knee to the face by Santiago, the referee running at Santiago, arguing with him as Jeriko Kane ran into the ring, grabbing Stone and whipping him out of the ring, Stone falls to the ground as Jeriko begins to hit huge kicks to the gut of Shane. The referee turning around as Jeriko claps his hands together, as if he was saying he tagged in. John Stubbs: Karma... Mike Adams: Huh? John Stubbs: The Wave tried to cheat but Jeriko did it right back to them. Mike Adams: Oh, uhm, cool? Jeirko Kane lifts up Shane Knight, hitting him with a knee to the gut and throwing him towards the ropes, Knight bounces off of the ropes, coming back with a huge clothesline but Kane ducks under it, Knight bouncing off of the ropes again as he comes back and is met by an amazingly huge Spinebuster from Jeriko Kane. Jeriko instantly throws his body on top of Shane Knight's for the cover, the referee sliding down to count... 1........... 2.................... .................................. .............................................2.7...!!! A kickout at the last second by Shane Knight. Jeriko shakes his head, getting to his feet and pulling Shane up with him, kicking him in the gut and then out of nowhere, turning around to hit Michael Santiago with a huge right hand, catching him off guard and knocking him off of the apron, Santiago hitting his jaw on the apron on the way down. Jeriko Kane turns around and is met by a huge spinning haymaker that knocks him to the ground. Shane Knight then wants to finish it, climbing the turnbuckle and signaling for one of his favorite moves, pointing up in the air ... He jumps... Soaring through mid air... He goes for a huge flipping legdrop... And it... Connects...!!! The cover, 1.................... 2........................................ ...................................................... .......................................................................2.8...!!! Adam Stone breaks it up from out of nowhere. Mike Adams: What the? John Stubbs: I thought he had it! Mike Adams: What the? John Stubbs: Stone saves the day at the last second. Mike Adams: What the? John Stubbs: You okay? Mike Adams: ...Hell Adam Stone lifts up Shane Knight who pokes him in the eye, hitting him with a huge clothesline out of nowhere. Shane gets to his feet, making his way to Jeriko Kane, grabbing him by the hair and lifting him up as he hit him with a huge piledriver. Shane sat on the ground, he was in pain as well as he slowly laid back, rolling over, not sure whether to cover or tag in Michael Santiago. He slowly gets to his feet as he falls back towards his corner, tagging in Michael Santiago. Santiago walks face to face with Stone who stops him. But wait....Stone looks at Kane, spitting on him and sliding out of the ring as he walks up the ramp, leaving his partner alone with the other two men. Santiago walks over to Jeriko Kane who is slowly getting to his feet, Santiago stalks him... Kick to the gut.... He sets up Jeriko.... The SKO... CONNECTS...!!! The cover... 1.............. 2............................ ................................................. .................................................................3...!!! The bell sounds, Shane Knight running into the ring and raising the hand of his partner. Mike Adams: And they advance, nice! Sean Williams: Here are your winners, The Wave of the Future! The Wave slide out of the ring, walking up the ramp together, one step closer to a shot at gold, both of them smirking and seeming very happy as they make their way backstage. -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- (The Wave of the Future celebrate in the middle of the ring when the two cameramen from earlier show up at ringside, hiding their faces with those cameras and holding up those huge flash bulbs.) John Stubbs: Oh, no. Not this again. Mike Adams: Yeah, where's the sneak attack after this one? (As The Wave of the Future try to figure out what's going on, the cameramen snap their pictures with those flash bulbs going off in their faces, temporarily blinding them.) John Stubbs: They did it again! Mike Adams: They blew it again! Those two should've gone on the attack right away! (The Wave of the Future try to regain their eyesight as the two cameramen walk through the entrance aisle and into the backstage area.) -------------------------------------------------- Match #7 International Title Tournament Singles Match Paul Blair v. Best in the Business -------------------------------------------------- Sean Williams: The following contest is the second match of the first round of the International Title Contenders Tournament! Making his way to the ring first... "Bloodsplattered Satisfaction" by Waking the Cadaver plays over PA system. The fans instantly begin to boo as Best comes out from behind the curtain with a strut. He stands at the beginning of the stage, and waits, looking from side to side with a cocky smirk on his face. Gold and red sparks fly from behind and under him as he throws his hands up simultaneously, he whipes his shoulders from the sparks that flew on him as he takes a few more steps. Mike Adams: This guy..I don't know. I used to love him but lately he just hasn't had it. Sean Williams: From Indianapolis, Indiana. Weighing in at a 255 pounds. Best in the Business! Best continues to walk to the ring making obscene gestures to fans who boo him. He stops halfway down the ramp, arguing with a fan who flips him the bird. Best spits right in the guys face as the fan whipes his face in disgust. Best continues down the ramp, laughing as he stomps up the stairs. Best enters the ring, looking at some female fans as he climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms. He jumps down as his music slowly fades and he awaits his opponent. Sean Williams: And his opponent. BlairVision theme starts up. Fans immediately begin to boo even before the curtains move. A few seconds later, curtain is moved and out comes Paul Blair with his left hand raised in the air - allowing the fans to know how much better he is than anyone else. He uses his right hand to keep Robin Cradle as close to him as possible. Blair slowly makes his way down the aisle with Robin right in front of him. Sean Williams: From River Falls, Wisconsin. Weighing in at a 275 pounds. Paul Blair! Mike Adams: This guy is funny sometimes. John Stubbs: Hes a character all right. Popcorn and other garbage is being tossed at him from the fans. Blair moves over as if he's about to go attack one of the fans but after a brief staredown, he continues back towards the ring. Finally he walks up the steps and holds the ropes open for Robin. After she walks in - bending over to give the male fans near ringside a great view. Paul then steps in and Robin takes off his robe. Paul then gives her a kiss on the cheek and makes sure she makes it to the outside. He then waits in the corner for the match to begin. Mike Adams: Here we go. The bell sounds, the two men standing opposite each other as they stare each other down. Both men really wanting to get their hands on title gold. Paul Blair wanting the World Title and B2 wanting what was formerly his. However both should settle for the International Title if they were to win this tournament. They move in towards each other, locking up as Blair gets the better of B2, gripping him in a quick headlock, squeezing tight as B2 fights back with fists to the gut. Blair then takes a few steps forward, throwing his whole body forward as he hits B2 with a huge bulldog. Blair goes for the quick cover, really hoping to get a lucky one here... 1............... 2......................... A quick kickout by B2, barely letting Blair score a 2 count. B2 tries to get to his feet but Blair kicks him in the chest, sending him to the ground and kicking the wind out of him. Blair grabs B2 by the hair, lifting him up and dragging him over to the turnbuckle, smashing his head off of the turnbuckle and then hitting B2 with a huge german suplex that sends B2 across the ring. Blair walks over to B2 for yet another cover. 1................. 2........................... Another quick kickout by B2 at barely a 2 count. Mike Adams: Wow, Blair is on a roll. John Stubbs: He really means business. Mike Adams: Yeah and business doesn't seem to mean business. John Stubbs: It's still... Mike Adams: Early, we know. Blair once again slaps his hand on the top of the head of B2, gripping his hair and pulling him up, walking him over to the turnbuckle as he smashes his head into it. Blair the hits a knee to the face of B2 followed by a slap to the face, toying with B2 who can't do much at the moment. Blair then spits in B2's face, B2 not liking this one bit as he spears Blair to the ground, pounding away with right hands to the face of Blair who tries to get free but can't. B2 is set off like a ticking time bomb as he begins to head butt Blair in the forehead before the referee stops him. B2 grabs Blair, lifting him up and hitting him with a few huge punches to the face and then hugs him, squeezing tight and hitting a huge belly to belly suplex, sending Blair into the canvas hard as he quickly goes for the cover... 1............. 2........................... A quick kickout by Blair, definitely not wanting to lose this match either. B2 grabs Blair, throwing him into the turnbuckle and hitting him with a few shoulder thrusts to the gut. B2 then pokes Blair in the eye and is warned by the referee as he kicks him straight in the gut, followed by a huge punch to the side of Blair's head, followed by a huge jumping DDT that sends Blair bouncing off of the canvas head first. B2 quickly goes for another cover. 1................... 2........................... Another quick kickout by Blair. Both men getting to their feet quickly. Mike Adams: Wow B2 looking decent. John Stubbs: Yeah this one may just go either way. Mike Adams: Yeah, we'll see... B2 runs at Blair, going for a quick clothesline however Blair ducks under it and out of nowhere... Blairkick!!! Connects!!! The Cover...... 1............... 2................................ .................................................. ............................................................3...!!! The bell sounds, Blair quickly getting to his feet, looking down at B2, a cocky grin on his face as he nods his head. Sean Williams: Here is your winner, Paul Blair! Blair exits the ring through the middle rope, walking up the entrance ramp, he heads towards the backstage area, exiting to the backstage area. -------------------------------------------------- Backstage Segment -------------------------------------------------- (Trent Sumners wanders around backstage, minding his own business as he passes the crew workers. He makes a right turn and sees the two cameramen from earlier standing nearby a stack of crates, one guy removing tapes from the handheld video cameras and the other guy making sure two photos are dry. He approaches the twosome, who have their backs turned to him.) Trent Sumners: Did you get them? (The two cameramen take off their beanie hats and what look to be bad wigs, and turn to face Trent, with smirks on their faces, revealing themselves to be the Slattery Brothers.) John Stubbs: What's this now? Mike Adams: How'd they get past Alex?! (Les Slattery holds up the tapes while Terry Slattery grabs a photo and shows it to Trent. The photo cannot be seen too clearly, partly because of the camera angle, partly because of the glare on it.) Les Slattery: How do you like us now, hun? Terry Slattery: Yeah, brother-in-law. How do you like us now? (Trent looks at the tapes and the photos. He inches closer and smiles as he hugs both Slatterys in the sort of celebration done after a devious plot had been carried out perfectly.) John Stubbs: I think they were spying on the Revolution guys in the Tag Team Tournament! Mike Adams: Clever bastards. (Trent reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a handheld tape recorder, and holds it up in the faces of the Slatterys.) Trent: Let's say I cracked the code on our Revolution opponents. (Les leans back on the crate, and Terry sets the photo back on the nearby crate while Trent puts the tape recorder back into his pocket.) Mike Adams: There's nothing wrong with spying on your opponents. John Stubbs: Have you forgotten that they're Mayhem wrestlers? If these guys get ahead, we could be seeing them come on our show and run amok! (As Les and Terry gather up their things...) Trent: We don't have much time. We have a few days to get back to Fargo. Let's go. (Trent, Terry, and Les all gather up their items and walk away from the stack of crates.) -------------------------------------------------- Main Event Singles Match The Maverick Elite v. Joey Harris © -------------------------------------------------- "Sweetest Perfection" by depeche mode plays and The Maverick Elite makes his way to the ring. John Stubbs: A huge opportunity for The Maverick Elite to make a mark against the World Heavyweight Champion. Mike Adams: Yes and he is just the man to do it. John Stubbs: We will see about that. The bass plays as the lights go dim, and the roar of the crowd starts to build, as does the music. The guitar kicks in and pyros shoot off, as Joey jumps through the curtain, dancing to the ring as the fans chant his name: "Joey's Gonna Kill You!" John Stubbs: And here comes the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Joey Harris. Mike Adams: He got lucky at Exotic Sunset and his reign will be a short one, trust me. John Stubbs: Harris has all the makings of a great champion and I wouldn't be surprised to see this reign last for a long time. Mike Adams: Ohh you wouldn't because I would be very surprised if he makes even one title defense. Maverick and Harris tie up in the center of the ring and Maverick hits a knee to the gut and a hip toss then runs against the ropes, Harris hops up and Maverick drops him back to the mat with a shoulder block. Maverick pulls Harris up by his hair and locks him in a standing arm bar, Maverick applies the pressure then lets go of the arm bar and hits an arm drag then starts stomping on that arm. Maverick then locks Harris in another armbar, this time on the ground. Harris struggles and squirms and manages to get his foot under the bottom rope and the referee forces Maverick to break up the hold. Maverick lets go and pulls Harris to his feet and hits a single arm ddt on the arm he has been working on. Maverick pulls Harris to corner then slides outside the ring and grabs Harris' arm that he has been working on and then pulls him by it into the ringpost. Harris grips his shoulder as Maverick rolls back into the ring and makes the cover .....1 .....KICK OUT!!! Maverick pulls Harris to his feet and attempts a suplex, but Harris struggles out behind Maverick and then hits Maverick with the ...And the Cradle Will Rock. Both men lay on the mat before struggling to their feet, Maverick throws a left hand but Harris ducks under it and attempts a kick, Maverick catches it but Harris then decks him with an enziguri and then hooks his leg for the cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Harris gets to his feet and pulls Maverick up then whips him against the ropes, but Maverick reverses it and then ducks down only to get hit with a stiff swinging ddt from Harris. Harris gets back up and then runs against the ropes and does a handspring into a standing moonsault on Maverick, he stays on him after the moonsault for a pinfall .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!!! Harris picks up Maverick but gets caught with an eye rake, Harris holds his face as Maverick gets up and kicks him in the gut, Maverick then hoists Harris up on his shoulders and hits a shoulder breaker onto Harris' shoulder that he has been focusing on. Maverick gets up and shakes off some of the damage he has taken so far and goes back to work on Harris stomping on the injured shoulder then locking him in a crossface, Harris screams and claws his way to the ropes before eventually reaching it, but not before even more damage is done to his shoulder. Maverick lets go and pulls Harris to his feet then whips him into a corner, Maverick runs at Harris and spears him into the corner and Harris slumps into the corner. Maverick starts stomping on Harris' injured shoulder until the referee pulls him off, Maverick grabs Harris by the hair and pulls him up then grabs Harris by the hand and pulls him in for a shoulder butt, Harris falls to the mat holding his shoulder and Maverick drops down for a cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!!! John Stubbs: And Maverick is really going to work on that shoulder. Mike Adams: The man has created a weakness and is now keying in on it, not good for Joey Harris. John Stubbs: He is champion for a reason though, he will not go down without a fight. Mike Adams: No but he might leave here with a seperated shoulder if he doesn't get on the offensive. Maverick pulls Harris to his feet then hits a snapmare on Harris putting him in a seated position, Maverick then hits a dropkick right on Harris shoulder. Harris falls backwards clutching his shoulder as Maverick laughs at him, Maverick pulls Harris to his feet and kicks Harris in the gut then hits him with a hip toss followed by a leg drop and then covers him .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Maverick grabs Harris by his hair and pulls him up by it then, still holding him by the hair, slaps him across the face. Harris stumbles backwards and Maverick runs at him for a clothesline, but Harris sidesteps and hits a drop toe hold on Maverick. Maverick gets up and runs at Harris again, but Harris ducks down and Maverick bounces off the ropes when he comes back Harris hits him with an impressive looking standing dropkick. Harris pulls himself up as Maverick is still smarting from the dropkick, when Maverick gets up Harris attempts a right hand but Maverick ducks under it and attempts a clothesline, Harris ducks under this and then hops up onto Mavericks shoulders and hits a hurricanrana then grabs Mavericks legs for the pin .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!! Harris gets up and pulls Maverick to his feet then kicks him in the gut and attempts The Natural Disaster, but Maverick counters into a standing arm bar in the center of the ring, Harris screams in pain as Maverick wrenches the injured shoulder of Harris without remorse. Harris realizes he isn't going to be able to make it to the ropes so he manages to counter with an arm drag, Maverick bounces off and gets right back up then runs at Harris only to get hit with a swift kick to the head. Harris goes to Maverick's legs and attempts to lock him in The Troubleshooter, but Maverick uses his other leg to kick Harris in his injured shoulder and send him to the mat clutching his shoulder. John Stubbs: It seems like Harris' shoulder is really becoming a problem for him. Mike Adams: I told you Maverick has worked and worked on it and it will win him the match. John Stubbs: It's not over until the fat lady sings. Mike Adams: Please Stubbs don't call your mother names. Maverick makes it up as does Harris, Harris swings at Maverick but he ducks under it and kicks Harris in the gut. With Harris slumped over Maverick hits a swinging neckbreaker on Harris and then goes for the quick cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! Maverick picks up Harris and attempts The Maverick Plex, but Harris counters it into a small package for a cover .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!!! Both men get up and Maverick runs at Harris for a clothesline but Harris ducks and Maverick hits the turnbuckle he stumbles backwards and Harris rolls him up with a school boy .....1 .....2 .....SHOULDER UP!!!! Both men get up again and Harris throws a right hand but Maverick ducks under it and hits Harris with several knife edge chops, Harris then responds with a right hand and then Maverick responds with two more knife edge chops, Harris attempts a right hand but Maverick ducks under it and hits a kick to the gut and then a double underhook ddt and then hooks his leg for a cover .....1 .....2 .....KICK OUT!!! John Stubbs: And another close two count for The Maverick Elite. Mike Adams: Don't sound so surprised about that Stubbs, I told you Maverick would win and he will. John Stubbs: I keep telling you and you keep not listening Adams, don't underestimate the champ. Maverick gets up and pulls Harris to his feet then signals for The Maverick Plex, he grabs him for it but when he lifts him up Harris manages to counter in mid air into a neckbreaker. Both men get up and Maverick attempts a right hand, but Harris ducks and pushes Maverick into the turnbuckle he bounces off and stumbles right into The Natural Disaster from Harris followed by the pinfall .....1 .....2 .....3!!!! John Stubbs: And Harris wins it! Mike Adams: What?!? He got lucky that's it. John Stubbs: You don't become the World Heavyweight Champion by luck Adams. Mike Adams: That's what you think... -------------------------------------------------- In Ring Segment -------------------------------------------------- As Harris is celebrating his win The Maverick Elite slides out of the ring, heading for the backstage area. Mike Adams: Wow what a night. John Stubbs: Yeah this was one hell of a night alright. Then out of nowhere, "Wake Me Up Inside" bursts over the P.A. system. Andrew Watts comes out from the backstage area, a wooden baseball bat in his right hand as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, Harris stares at him, Watts stares back, locking eyes with Harris who bites his lip a bit, not feeling to happy about the picture of Watts holding a baseball bat. Mike Adams: So does this mean...? John Stubbs: I think so. Watts slowly begins to walk down the ramp, taking his time, looking at the ground, then out of nowhere he takes off sprinting for the ring, jumping up onto the apron and hopping over the top rope like it was an olympic sport. Watts swings the bat for the head of Harris who just barely ducks under it, sliding out of the ring and walking towards the entrance ramp. Watts' music fades as Joey tries to make his way up the entrance ramp. Andrew Watts: Hey! Hey! Where you think your going buddy? Harris continues to walk, not stopping, not turning around, completely ignoring Watts. Andrew Watts: Hey Mr. Attacker stop right there. With those words the crowd gasps, Joey Harris stopping in his tracks, slowly turning his head. He signals for a microphone as a worker runs one over to him, Joey rips it out of the workers hands and brings it to his lips. Joey Harris: What did you call me? Andrew Watts: You attacked me at Exotic Sunset didn't you/ Harris shakes his head. Joey Harris: Hell no I didn't touch you. Watts smirks, laughing a bit as he continues. Andrew Watts: Dude cut the crap I KNOW that you attacked me, I KNOW. Joey Harris: You don't know something, I think your starting to lose your mind a bit. Andrew Watts: Lose my mind? That may be possible, however I know I am saying the truth when I say that you are my attacker. You were afraid to face me in that ring, afraid I would take that title you have on your shoulder right now. Joey Harris: I'm not afraid of you, your just a big pu**y, you can't do shit to me. Andrew Watts: Come say that to my face. Harris shakes his head: Joey Harris: I just told you. Andrew Watts: Okay and I'm the pu**y? Right... Harris shakes his head, walking towards the ring, cautiously entering, keeping his eyes on the bat in Watts right hand as he gets in Watts' face. Joey Harris: I didn't attack you. Watts points up to the titontron. A video begins to play, Watts is walking backstage when a man comes out of nowhere with brass knuckles on his fist as he swings it at the eye of Watts from the side, smashing Watts and cutting him open. The man knees down next to Watts on the ground, hammering away at Watts, leaving him completely knocked out. The man stands up, lifting his head up to reveal Joey Harris. The cameras go back to the ring, Harris nods his head with a smirk. Joey Harris: So I attacked you, big deal. Andrew Watts: It was a big deal. You are a coward, you knew I was a shoe in to win that title so you decided to take me out before I could get to the ring. Your a loser Joey, your scum and you sure as hell are not a worthy champion. You get lucky and win your first match which happens to be a battle royal and you automatically get a title shot. I won SEVEN matches before I got my title shot, or before I was supposed to. Joey Harris: That shows how much better I am than you. Andrew Watts: If you were better than me you wouldn't have taken me out, you and I both know that. Harris shakes his head. Joey Harris: Whatever I've had enough of this shit. Harris begins to walk away but Watts grabs him by the shoulder, turning him back face to face with Watts. Andrew Watts: Capital Combat, it's already booked. I get MY World Title shot and your little reign as Champion. IT ENDS! Harris pulls his arm back to himself, going to walk away when... SMAAAASSSHHH!!! Watts smacks the bat against the back of the head of Harris, leaving him on the canvas with a possible concussion. Watts gets down on his knees next to Joey. Yelling into the microphone. Andrew Watts: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE ATTACKED JOEY? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET HIT FROM BEHIND? HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? Watts throws the microphone at the back of Joey's head and then slowly begins to get to his feet, grabbing Joey's title and looking at it. He nods his head, spitting on the title and then tossing it back on Joey who is knocked out. Watts slides out of the ring as he walks up the entrance ramp, stopping at the top of the ramp and turning his head towards the ring. Mike Adams: Wow Watts is officially crazy. John Stubbs: Well this was a jam packed Revolution. Ladies and gentelmen thank you for joining us and tune in once again next week!!! The cameras slowly begin to fade to black, still focused on Watts who stares back at a knocked out Joey Harris. The sceen goes black as the show comes to an end. |
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