*Scene opens at a hospital in Minneapolis with the words "Earlier this week" on the bottom of the screen. Lying in his bed recovering from a hellacious battle at Malice in Minneapolis is none other than Danny Starr. Starr's privacy sheet is pulled around the bed when he hears the door open. In walk a couple of people. Starr hears some voices as someone is helped into the bed in the spot next to him. He then makes out who he can hear.*
Deth: You going to be alright here man?
Razor: Yeah, you got to get to Nepal. I will be fine.
Danny Starr: You have got to be fuckin kidding me!!!
*Deth swings the privacy curtain open and all three men just stare at each other
Deth: Oh this can't be good. What in the hell are you doing in here?
DS: Well if your boy there hadn't dropped my head into the ring steps I wouldn't have to see your ugly ass faces.
Razor: Oh so now we're ugly? Have you looked in a mirror lately?
DS: Hey pal, ugly or not....let me tell you this....I never threw in that damn towel....but man oh man....was that one hell of a friggin match.....you got my respect....but man oh man....you and Deth are damn ugly! It might be the concussion though....so you better take the compliment now!
Deth: Leave me out of this one. I've got a plane to catch... *turning to Razor.* you sure you are going to be ok here with him. *Gestures to Starr.*
Razor: Yeah I will be fine. *Deth leaves the room closing the door behind him.* Before anything gets too crazy, I know you didn't throw in the towel. You think I wanted to win the match that way?
DS: I know for a fact you didn't want to win that way.
*Starr begins to sit at the edge of his bed closer to Razor... He moves his IV stand over so he can move closer.*
DS: I've always said I am in this for the competition, and I know for a fact you’re the same way, so I know you weren't pleased at all with this result. But I still think me and you put on the match of the night...so win or lose bro...We have to admit that was one hell of a ride.
*Razor sits up gingerly as he begins to speak.*
Razor: You know something... You're absolutely right. That was one hell of a match. I mean I never even knew what was going on half the time. Things were blended into a blur once the blood started to pour. We bled and fought one hell of a fight. You have indeed earned my respect Starr... but don't go telling everyone.
*Razor starts to laugh, but his injured ribs prevent him from anything more then a weak chuckle.*
DS: Yeah well don't tell any one about me blowin smoke up your ass either. It won’t do much for my rep you know, but let me tell you this...
*Starr begins to stand up and lean towards Razor again but slips off the bed. The camera goes above Starr to see him now sitting Indian style on the floor.*
DS: Damn...forgot about the dizziness...this concussion is messing me up, but let me tell you this... you really got my respect now and I will keep my word, and not bother you any more at the shows or any where else for that matter.
Razor: And you can expect the same for me. Your business is yours, and mine is mine. Should our paths cross again, I will welcome taking you on in a match. It will be one out of respect, and not hatred.
*Razor swings his legs off the bed, but his body still prepared to work the way he wants it to he soon finds himself on the floor with Starr.*
Razor: Ouch!!! Well... what do you say? Let's let bygones, be bygones and bury the proverbial hachet.
*Razor extends his hand to Starr. Starr looks at Razor for a few seconds. He then smirks and shakes Razor's hand.*
DS: Bygones are bygones and the hatchet is 6 feet under pal. Let me just say this if you ever have problems that you may need help with, or even if Deth's got a problem, you let me know, cause like I always say, I'm technically sound, and if Deth Squad wants to become a little stronger, you can give me a call.
*Razor smirks back at Starr and then a nurse opens the door and sees the two men on the floor.*
Nurse: I don't think it would be wise for the two of you to be wrestling in your conditions at the moment.
*Both men try to laugh, but their respective injuries prevent them. The scene then cuts into the Nepal arena as pyros shoot off and cameras pan through the crowd to pick up signs saying: "Necra - Drop Dead Sexy", "Ban Rizzo from TV", "Nitrus makes me laugh", and "Hey Redd Dogg, I Need A Beer". The scene then focuses on the announcer's table with Jimmy Rollins and Brutus.*
JR: Good evening fans as welcome you here live to Nepal, the first stop of our International tour of Asia.
B: This crowd is hyped. I wonder if they've ever seen a wrestling show before.
JR: Well whether they have or not, tonight's show promises to be a good one.
B: No kidding, I was watching the footage from earlier this week, of all the carnage that was left and how most of the IEW's superstars deserve time off after Malice In Minneapolis. Matt Rison is pushing all of the talents wrestling tonight literally as hard as many of them can go.
JR: Hopefully there won't be any injuries tonight as its now time for our first match of the evening.
The Mic: The following contest is a debut match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Runcorn, Cheshire,
England, weighing in at 345 pounds, Jack "The British Brute" Price!
*The British National Anthem plays as Jack Price walks aggressively to the ring carrying a large British Flag. He
stands on the turnbuckle waving the flag around.*
Jimmy Rollings: This looks to be a good match! Jack Price and Jason Twisted both make their IEW debuts here in Nepal!
Brutus: A good show for sure, I can't wait to see these two get it on!
The Mic: Aaaaaaand his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing 267 pounds, JAson TWISted!
*The opening notes of "Clocks" by Coldplay start upon the stereo. Twisted steps out onto the stage, dragging his
trademark wheeled trashcan full of hardcore weapons (kendo sticks, 2 x 4's, cinder blocks, a fake plant, etc.) Twisted
stands at the top of the stage and stiffly raises his left fist. Behind him as he does this a series of fireworks
explode. Twisted makes his way to the ring, his eyes focused and intense. When he gets in the ring, he takes off his outer
shirt and throws it into the crowd. Then he stretches for the match.*
*DING DING DING!*
*Price starts the match off by charging Twisted with a clothesline, which Twisted ducks. He turns around, however,
into a crisp European uppercut. Twisted shakes off the blow, then responds with an uppercut of his own. The men then
exchange a flurry of punches, with Twisted coming out on top and flooring Jack Price with an overhand right.*
JR: Jason Twisted has the early advantage!
*Twisted lifts Price from the ground and executes a spinning neckbreaker. He keeps the hold on Price's neck applied and
lifts Price back up, then executes the Twisted Cut. Twisted springs back up as Price lays on the ground, clutching his
neck.*
B: Jason Twisted is really going after the neck of Jack Price! Those two devastating moves are gonna have Price at
the chiropractor Monday morning for sure!
*Twisted backs off into the ropes as Price stumbles to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. Twisted then charges at him
and levels him with a devastating lariat.*
JR: What a clothesline by Jason Twisted!
*Twisted again lays off Price, backing off into the corner while the British Brute stumbles to his feet. Twisted charges
with another clothesline, but Price ducks, and lifts Twisted off his feet in the torture rack.*
B: What a recovery by Jack Price! The torture rack! He has it locked in!
*Twisted quicky slides off Price's shoulders and, in one fluid motion, executes a DDT.*
JR: Look at the reversal by Jason Twisted! He has the momentum going back in his direction!
*Both men rise to their feet at the same time, and they tie up. Twisted gets the best of the tie-up, and picks Price up
for a tombstone piledriver. It connects and Prices head hits the mat with a sickening thud.*
B: OH! What a DEVASTATING piledriver from Jason Twisted! Price is out on his feet!
*Price has stumbled back to his feet and fallen back into the corner, where he appears to be almost unconcious. Twisted
motions for the end, and hooks Jack Price in a front facelock.*
JR: This could be the end! It might be time for Anguish!
*Twisted drops Price to the ground in a DDT, and, keeping the hold applied, puts on a guillotine choke.*
B: THE ANGUISH!!
*Price quickly taps out as the referee signals for the bell.*
*DING DING DING!*
JR: Well, this one is over before it got started. Jason Twisted beats Jack Price in a STOMP!
B: I was hoping to actually see more out of the Brute, but when you have someone as warped as Twisted in the ring with you, sometimes you need to go ahead and grab the Brawny to wipe up the pool of blood you're going to leave behind.
[Scene opens up backstage in a hallway leading to the ring. The camera pans around the
area until Dream Man appears. The fans begin to boo loudly, as Dream Man looks amped up
preparing for his match. Suddenly out of the blue, Dream Man gets clotheslined from
behind. The camera pans to the attacker but you cannot tell who it is because he’s
wearing a hooded sweatshirt. The attacker continues to kick and stomp away at the fallen
Dream Man. The attacker then mounts Dream Man and applies a rear-neck chokehold. After 7
seconds pass, the attacker releases the hold on Dream Man, gets up and leaves the scene
as Magnum and the Patruzzi family comes to the aid of Dream Man.]
JR: Whoever that was in the hoodie might've just taken away Dream Man's chances at even participating in the TV Title Tournament.
B: Not to mention that his match is coming up next!!!
*A solo trumpet version of the "Star Spangled Banner" begins to play as back ground music
and an American flag, waving in the wind comes up on the Jumbotron. As the music begins,
a voice over of an unfamiliar voice starts.*
Voice Over: What a lack luster effort by both competitors. What a bad example they give
of America.
[The crowd grows silent trying to make heads or tails of the promo.]
Voice Over: Well the days of America being misrepresented by half whits here in the IEW
are over. It's high time America took its rightful spot as the number one country in
every aspect. We're the best place to live, we have the most powerful economy and
military, and our citizens are second to none. It's just not fair that we look so bad in
this wrestling promotion when in actualy fact... We're GREAT!
[The Nepal crowd boos loudly.]
Voice Over: That fact is about to change, however, for the absolute best that America
has to offer is about to grace the IEW and this Asian soil with their presence. Prepare to be shocked and prepare to be awed as America unleashes its
own weapons of mass destruction on the IEW... and THE WORLD!
*The scene up on the Jumbotron fades out as the "Star Spangled Banner" comes to an end and leaves only the words "Coming Soon" on the screen.*
B: Did I see that right? The IEW is about to have its own Weapons Of Mass Destruction. You don't suppose they're from Iraq do you?
JR: I've got no idea where they are from, but what I do know is we're about to witness one hell of a match.
Brutus: Damn Skippy! We got Rizzo, We Got Dream Man, We got Scott S and we got the big man, Driz. All in a four way fatal match up!
JR: All this, is for a chance to be put in the tournament for the Newly created, IEW Television Champion! And the Mic seems ready to go
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the opportunity to go onto the IEW Television championship tournament! First, weighing in at 233 pounds.... RIZZO!
*The lights go out. White lights flash with the opening chords and drums of "White Room" by Cream. Pyros blast with the solo snare shot and the arena gets flooded with multicolored lights as the lyrics & main riff kick in. Rizzo comes from the back with Nick Sloan and Heidi by his side. The trio make their way to the ring slowly and with a purpose. Rizzo enters the ring and Nick and Heidi take their place at ringside.*
The mic: His opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds...SCOTT S!
The arena lights get very dim. Then "Headache" by Dark Lotus plays over the P.A System. After the song plays for about 26 seconds Scott walks onto the ramp. He is wearing a Straight Jacket but it isn't tied up. He walks to the ring very slowly looking at the fans and constantly mumbling stuff. He then rolls into the ring and sits in the corner and rocks back and forth till his opponent comes to the ring.
The Mic: And his opponent, weighting at 300 pounds...DRIZ!
Sudden Darkness falls upon the crowd, a haunting grey blue light begins to filter from below the ring and from overhead. An energetic crowd begins to cheer in anticipation, sensing a build up... A large airburst rips through the air as King of the Closet kicks in hard and fast... Two ultra violet spots cut through the smoke that comes from below the stage and focuses on the stage enterance... the Video screen projects the familiar Driz Logo as the crowd erupts. Several pyros set off as Driz walks unto the stage. The video then begins to show images of Driz in action as he begins to move towards the ring with intensity... as Driz jumps up to the ring apron and then over the top rope, the house lights go up as Driz circles the ring in preperation.
The Mic: And their opponent...he weights in at 250 pounds...here he is....Dream Man!
Dream Man comes out to trapt's Headstrong showing off his body and talking trash to the camera
All four men are in the ring and are in each of their corners, all not moving as they size each other up. Rizzo looks at Dream man, Dream looks at Scott, who in turn, looks at Driz. The fans can feel the energy flowing from all four men. Rizzo starts talking trash to all four men, rubbing this wasits as to say " I am the next TV champ boys, belive me!" Driz shakes his head no and walks towards Rizzo, and Rizzo does not budge, but before Driz can make it, Dream man comes running and starts lancing Driz. Rizzo then backs off, playing it smart. Scott tries to ambush Rizzo, but Rizzo clothlines Scott hard to the mat. Dream man keeps on the attack as Rizzo stomps away at Scott. Rizzo picks up and throws Scott over the top rope as Rizzo slips under the ropes to follow him. Meanwhile, back in the ring Dream Man tires to do an Irish whip Driz, but Driz overpowers Dream Man and grabs him and gives Dream man a damn mighty slam. Driz then drops an elbow on Dream man and goes for a pin.
1....
2...
KICKOUT!
Driz picks up Dream man and tries to slam him again, but Dream man slips over Driz's back and locks in a dragon sleeper. Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Rizzo is just pounding the shit outta Scott, but Scott is still standing, though stumbling. Rizzo puts throws Scott into the steel steps and Scott slumps down, Rizzo backs up and tries to give Scott a knee to the face. When Rizzo goes to charge, Scott slips outta the way, but Rizzo just stops in time and taps his temple with his index finger as to say " Haha! I am just too damn smart!" Then Scott pops behind Rizzo and smashes his face on the steel steps. Scott then rolls Rizzo in, which Rizzo has his face covered. By now, Driz has got out of the dragon sleeper, but Dream Man is still in control. Driz tires to punch Dream Man, but Dream Man ducks the punch and nailes a falling neck breaker on Driz. Scott bounes off the ropes and hits a flying clothesline on Rizzo knocking him down.
Brutus: Your damn right!
Scott then drops a forearm on Rizzo and tries to press his forearm into Rizzo's neck, trying to choke him out, while Rizzo then grabs Scott's forearm and flips him over and locks on a armbar and tries to make Scott submit. Scott screams in pain as Rizzo rips away at the shoulder blade. Meanwhile, Dream man has Driz in a standing headlock, But Driz uses his great strength to give Dream man a high angle back body drop, making Dream Man land on his own neck. Dream man grabs his neck and rolls out, holding his neck. Rizzo almost makes Scott tap, but Driz kicks rizzo in the head, making rizzo let go of Scott. Rizzo gets up to attack Driz, but Driz gives Rizzo a big boot to the face. Rizzo falls hard and Driz keeps on the attack. Driz tries to pick up rizzo, but rizzo gives Driz a nastly euroupen style uppercut to the groin of Driz. Driz bends over and Rizzo then quickly hits a DDT and then quickly goes for the pin.
1....
2......NO!
Driz kicks out with lots of power, when Rizzo stands up, he turns but is too slow to react as Scott comes off the top rope with a missle drop kick. Rizzo folds back and holds his head. Scoot pulls his self up and kicks at the fallen Driz. When he turns around, he himself is too slow, Dream Man is now back into the ring and he flap jacks Scott him slef. Dream Man picks up Scott and slams him back down with a powerful spinebuster. Dream man then waits for Rizzo to get back up and flips him off. Rizzo flips Dream Man off and they run towards each other and they start to brawl in the middle off the ring. Scott moves a little as Driz moves towards him. Driz spears Scott S back into the turnbuckles so hard it backs Driz up sending Scott S over his head with a backdrop to the canvas. At the same time in another part of the ring Rizzo hits a 3/4 neckbreaker originating out of a front facelock.
JR: Corkscrew and a cover by Rizzo!!!
1...
2...
JR: And Driz is there to break the count.
B: Did you see what Driz did in the corner to Scott S?! I think he almost bent the ringposts back out to where they should be with that impact.
Rizzo gets up to his knees and delivers a low blow to Driz's groin, dropping him limp except for the occasional pain kick as Driz now lays on his stomach holding himself. Rizzo gets to his feet looking down at Dream Man ready to finish him off as Magnum walks out onto the entrance ramp from the back carrying a microphone, shining his watch off the arena's lights reflecting it into Rizzo's eyes. Rizzo then walks over to the ropes and begins to yell at Rizzo from in the ring.
B: Hey look, a distraction!!!
JR: Magnum has Rizzo's undivided attention.
B: And Dream Man getting to his feet. Turn around Rizzo!!!
Dream Man walks up to right behind Rizzo who continues to taunt with Magnum, as Driz gets back to his feet in a spring hitting Dream Man in the back of the head with a big boot sending him over the top rope and taking Rizzo with him as the crowd explodes with excitement.
JR: Dream Man and Rizzo are motionless on the outside of the ring as its now down to just Driz and Scott S.
B: Driz is calling for the "End Of The World"!!!
Scott S gets to his feet and slowly staggers towards Driz as Driz turns and gives him a kick to the midsection and places Scott S's head between his legs. Driz flips Scott S up to on top of his back holding Scott S's arms just above the triceps. Driz holds in that position for a moment as cameras shoot off from all over the arena and he powerbombs Scott S into the canvas onto his upper back.
B: I don't think Scott S is getting up from that one.
JR: Driz with the cover...
1...
2...
3!!!
***DING***DING***DING***
JR: With that victory Driz has just solidified his place in the TV Title Tournament.
B: And what of Rizzo? Every time he gets into a tournament someone screws him over.
Rizzo sends Dream Man back first into the ring apron on the outside of the ring before turning around and slowly walking up towards Magnum.
B: It looks like we're about to have another confrontation already!!!
Magnum slowly keeps backing away from Rizzo as Dream Man takes every last bit of energy he has and runs at Rizzo, ducking under Rizzo's arm as it cocks for a punch at Magnum and grabbing Rizzo around the neck landing him with a diamond cutter on the entrance ramp. Magnum grins as he lifts Dream Man up, putting Dream Man's arm around his neck to keep him on his feet. He then raises the microphone up to his mouth and begins to speak.
Magnum: Rizzo, you want to face me in a two out of three falls match, well I'll accept it if you accept my stipulations. In
the first match, we will have a no interference, fair wrestling match. The second fall A
falls anywhere match. And the third and final match, a submissions anywhere match. So
Rizzo, what do you say to that?
Rizzo continues to lay unconscious on the ramp.
JR: Magnum has just made a challenge to Rizzo.
B: Isn't is supposed to be the other way around?!
JR: We're going to have to wait till next week to find out if Rizzo accepts.
B: I hope he does, because then we don't just get to see him demolish Magnum one time, but three times!!!
JR: I’m getting word that we are going to show something that happened earlier today in the IEW pre-production.
The scene flashes to Hammerhead Harold Heyfish and Shane Stevenson, the head IEW referee. They are watching a monitor and looking at each other with concerned faces.
HHH: Arrrh, we’ve seen this seven times, are ye sure this time, ye striped shirt wearing bilge rat?
SS: Yeah, I’m sure. I’m going to take this copy to Rison. You know where to take the duplicate, don’t you?
HHH: That I do, matey, that I do. This is gonna shiver the IEW’s timbers, for sure.
*The scene then changes to Jaret Cannon seated in the passenger seat of a Toyota Camry. The car is clearly speeding
rapidly, and Cannon is smiling as the driver next to him looks nervous.*
JC: Kathmandu, baby! I'm almost there! I've seen the Asian countryside the last couple of days, and I think my karma is
in rhythm with the land, eh, Che?
Che (the driver): Yes, Mr Cannon. You...
JC: Are going to with the Intercontinental Title? I know, I know. E.G.! I hope that gold is nice and shiny! I plan on
wearin' it out tonight when I hit the Kathmandu club scene!
*Cannon laughs as the scene changed back to the ring and P.I.M.P. by 50 cent blares through the speakers off the arena as Lil Tank walked out slowly with a carmello throwback and blue denim shorts. He grasped a mic in his right hand as he stared back up the entrance ramp.-
Lil T: Matt Rison, get your butt out here now. I need to talk to you.
["A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn hits the speakers as Matt Rison walks out of the backstage area and down to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ropes and stands face to face with Lil Tank. Lil T stands silent in Rison's presence.]
Matt: What are you doing out here Tank? Everybody knows your weekly performance doesn't deserve to grant you even a sippy cup of coffee with the IEW logo on it.
-Tank smirked and held the mic up to his mouth -
Lil T: Is that so? You think I should just role over and die because of one match? You think Im soft just like everyone else...
[Matt Rison grins as he replies.]
Matt: Well, the thought had crossed my mind.
-Tank laughed abit-
Lil T: Ok you got a point. I mean your the boss. Who said I was done? Im not so easy to put on the cross. After all your just another fat blob. I bet you rather have a pie eating job.
-The crowed bust out with laughter as he ends the flow-
Matt: I really don't know exactly why you prefer "pie" references when we're talking about the highlight of your IEW career as being the man who feels somewhat out of place when his shoulders aren't down in this very ring...
[Matt Rison raises his right hand.]
Matt: And especially when the ref isn't counting his one, two, three on your sorry ass.
-Tank chuckled again and pointed down towards him-
Lil T: See you don't understand do you? This is my new play pen. That's what I wanna talk about...
-Tank shifted himself abit then made hisway to the ring. He rolled into the ring and smiled at Matt-
Lil T: Im here to get another shot at my first impression. So I can show this crowd my ruthless aggression.
Matt: Let me tell you something Tank. Matt Rison doesn't give out second chances. But what Matt Rison will give you is another match and some words of advice.
-Tank looked coldly at Matt Rison stepping directly to him showing the size comparison between the two.-
Lil T: Yea!? Whats that Matt!?
Matt: You're going to fight in the Television Tournament next week, and one of your partners will be the same man whose shoulders were down next to yours, Ramos Tenchi.
Lil T: Ramos tenchi, huh? Iight, fine. I got what I want. How could I pass? Now that I got Ramos we gonna kick...
-Tank held the mic up let the crowd scream in the blank. He smirked dropping his mic and backing up to the ropes-
Matt: I'm happy you think that way, because partnered along with the two of you will also be Danny Starr, just another loser from last week at Malice In Minneapolis, and then quite possibly the only man who can really make a difference for your team. The only man who has had what it took to beat 3 other men on his own, the man who just won the fatal 4-way earlier this evening to become the 4th man on your team...STEVE DRISDELLE!!!
[The crowd roars with excitement.]
Matt: But now, let me tell you who you're fighting.
-Tank leaned back down and grabbed his mic. He rose it to his mouth.-
Lil T: Before you say that, what do you mean the only man that can change the faith of my team?
-He walked into Matt Rison pushing him back abit with a angry look in his face.-
Matt: What do you think I'm saying?! Your team is made up of one pure bred winner, two losers...
[Matt Rison stares up into Lil Tank's eyes.]
Matt: And one great big momma's boy.
Lil T: Momma's boy? Me?
-Tank pushed him back by the throat to the ground-
Lil T: Now, Matt you talk alot of trash...
-Taml looks into the crowed-
Lil T: Would you like to seem him catch a whiplash?
-The crowed goes wild as Tank stares back down at Matt as Matt Rison pulls the microphone back up to his mouth.-
Matt: Now before you go doing something that will get you fired on the spot, why don't you let me finish what I was saying?
-Tank let him go standing up abit and waited for matt to speak-
Matt: Smart move, I knew you weren't stupid enough to get stranded out here in Nepal, thousands of miles from everyone who has ever known you.
-Tank just shook his head-
Lil T: Who am I facing Matt?
Matt: Now as I was saying, next week your team of losers are going to face another team of recent losers. Only thing is, the team your up against has a whole lot better past track record, and unlike you they've held gold around their waists before.
Lil T: Well you know...I've only had one match up in this industry Matt...So here's the deal...If I win this match up...You give me any match I want....with anyone that steps foot into this building...
Matt: Lets get one thing straight Tank, you might think you intimidate me as a big boy, but the truth of the matter is boys only get your size from sucking on their mother's teet.
[The crowd acts astonished at Matt Rison's words.]
Matt: So before you go around here thinking you're the big shot, first things first, you're going to hear me out as to who your opponents are. You're going to let me answer your questions without the hostility you're bringing towards me, and then if you ask me another question again its going to be *looney toons voice* "My deary Matt, you're not going to leave me here in Nepal are you?"
[The crowd busts out in laughter.]
Matt: Because Tank, this business is built on respect. When you defy that you not only shoot the leg your future stands on in the foot, but you also hobble around on your other leg begging for someone to carry you. Which without respect, you're just there, standing in one place waiting for someone who will never come. Which leads me to a question I have for you. Do you want to go back home and suck some more on your mom's teet or do you want to be a man and get what this ring has to offer to you?
-Tank sat speechless for a second shaking his head his head.-
Lil T: Ok....So who is this other great team Im suppose to be fighting anyway, shorty?
Matt: As I was saying, your team of losers is going to fight yet another team of losers. Each of you has only one winner each. And your team of teet suckers will face the likes of "run for hiding" Morris Foxx, "i'm on fire" Boca Del Inferno, "the penny smasher" Jack Price, and Mackie's latest victim, the One Bitch Army herself, "i'm too busy getting trampled by small dudes" Khrystal Walker.
-Tank shrugged -
Lil T: Shoulds good shorty...Im gonna be wearing gold around my waist and If I lose this next matchup...Im taking it out on my team mates.
-Tank moved to the ropes-
Lil T: Oh yea, You talk alot of lip but you cant take me pound for pound. Messing with me you'll get gunned down.
Matt: I might now weight as much as you, but I can do more than most men do.
Lil T: Man, you are whack think you clever....I got my fans anyway so sh*t whateva
-Tank smirks tossing the mic aside and rolling outside. He dusted off his shoes to his whack lines and looked at matt. He threw up the middle finger as the crowed went crazy. He continues back up the ramp holding up the the index finger up on one hand anthe the other fist clench crossing them over to make 01. He then disappears behind the curtains.]
Matt: Well I'll tell you what Tank, I don't mean to be dissin', but one part of respect is you must learn to listen. So hear my words and heed each one well, you disrespect me again I'll have you wishing you were in Hell.
["A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn hits the speakers as Matt Rison slowly exits the ring and makes his way to the back.]
JR: I always knew someone would eventually call Matt Rison out to the ring over how he was running things, but who would've thought it would be Lil Tank?
B: Well it just goes to show you that Matt Rison is corrupting the place from head to toe, starting with Rizzo all the way down to the winless Lil Tank.
JR: I hate to say this, but it seems as if Matt Rison has his hands in everything.
B: The power he wields enables him to be everywhere. I wonder if anyone will ever be able to take the power out of his hands.
JR: Until we can answer that for certain, what do you say we go ahead and get on with our next match?
B: You're on.
The Mic: Ladies and gentlemen its time now for round one of the Television Title Tournament, now elimination from this match is given by a pin fall a submission, a Disqualification or a 10 count. Introducing first from Rio De Janeiro, Mexico weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds Lone Panther.
*The lights go out, and the familiar Aztec Tribal drumming is heard over the P.A a spotlight shines at the apron of the ring and Lone Panther is seen he is wearing his usual attire the black baggy pants with the purple P and the panther mask. Lone Panther jumps over the ropes and into the ring and pyro shoots out in a X as the lights return to normal, Lone Panther walks around the ring almost as if he is checking it out*
The Mic: And now from Chicago Illinois weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds DOWNFAALL.
*Downfall makes his was to the ring wearing his black wifebeater with the winged skull on the front, and his loose black leather pants with the red lightening down each leg and his trademark black boots, he climbs into the ring and looks around at the crowd*
The Mic: Next out weighing in at three hundred and three pounds High Voltage Steve Adams.
*The lights go out, and the arena is filled with darkness as Steve Adams makes his way to the ring, he slides in the ring and performs his usual pose before going to each corner of the ring posing again and doing a final pose in the center of the ring as pyro explodes from each corner*
JR: Three down five more to come out.
Brutus: Yeah then we can get this tournament underway I can’t wait JR!!
The Mic: And now at a weight of two hundred and eighty nine pounds RAGE
* Immortality Insane by Pantera begins to play as smoke rises from underneath the ramp, as a huge explosion of pyro resembling fire hits on the ramp, Rage runs through the pyro and smoke and down to the ring*
The Mic: Entering next originally from San Francisco at a weight of three hundred and eighteen pounds Night Hawk.
*The lights dim down as smoke fills the arena, a hawks cry is heard and the Hell Song by Sum 41 plays around the arena. Night Hawk comes running down the ring and settles him self in the middle of the ring and makes a very weird call and as if from no where Kale comes flying onto Night Hawks shoulder*
The Mic: Introducing now from the Bronx in New York, at a weight of two hundred and forty five pounds Redd Dogg.
*One Mic by Nas hits over the P.A and Redd Dogg walks confidently onto the ramp and pauses on top stage; he does a slight crip walk dance, and points to someone in the crowd. Walking his way to the ring he climbs in using the stairs and jumps up onto the turnbuckle and once again points to someone in crowd*
The Mic: Next at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds introducing Shotgun.
*The lights in the arena start flashing red and white as Use Your Fist by Marilyn Manson begins to play, shotgun walks out slowly with his head down until pyros fly over his head rises up slowly extending his arms outward. Shotgun makes his way to the ring and enters looking round at the other 6 guys already in the ring*
The Mic: And now the final competitor in this match up hailing from Sudbury Ontario Canada at a weight of two hundred and eighty six pounds DETH.
*The arena goes black as the opening riffs to Rammsteins “Du Hast” begins. White and red laser strobes are flashing in sequence to the music, as the heavy riff from the guitar starts, Deth appears from behind the curtains the crowd are excited by the appearance of Deth. He has a focused look on his face as he makes his way to ring dressed in his usual ring attire with his “DETH EFFECT” t-shirt on. He stands in the center of the ring and raises his arms slowly as laser strobes flash all over his body and white and red pyro explodes from each corner of the ring*
Brutus: Finally we can get this tournament for the Television Title begun this should be great huh JR?
JR: Yes indeed it should be a very entertaining match up!
* Redd Dogg and Lone Panther are going to be the starting two*
“DING DING DING”
JR: Here we go folks.
*Redd Dogg starts off the match with quick arm drag taking Lone Panther down, Lone Panther backs away and walks round the ring still facing Redd Dogg. Both competitors lock up and Dragon gets the better of it and unleashes a standing hurricanrana using his speed he gets to work on Redd Dogg, with some quick stomps keeping Redd Dogg on the canvas, Lone Panther goes for a leg drop but Redd Dogg moves out of the way causing Panther to land straight on his ass. Referee Brukowski asks Panther if he wants him to check and see if his ass is ok, Panther looks at Brukowski with a worried look, as Lone Panther turns away from the ref, he is met with a huge European uppercut knocking him straight back down*
(Redd Dogg goes to the ropes and says “That lil bitch can’t hurt me and he laughs)
*Lone Panther is still on the canvas as Redd Dogg puts a chinlock on him, Panther reaches for the ropes quickly and Redd Dogg breaks the hold, Panther reaches out for a tag but Redd Dogg kicks him in the back, Redd Dogg picks up Panther whips him into the ropes and catches a drop toe hold on him sending Panther back down to the canvas. Redd Dogg goes to his Corner and tags in Deth, Deth is very quick to beat down Panther with huge uppercuts to the abs followed up by a devastating short arm clothesline.*
Brutus: looks like the little guy Lone Panther just can’t take it with the big boys of this fed!
*Deth whips Panther into the ropes and attempts a Big Boot to the face, Panther ducks runs into the ropes and counters with a dropkick knocking Deth down, Panther tags in Steve Adams.*
JR: Here we go two of the biggest guys in the match.
*Steve Adams goes straight to work on Deth with a Sidewalk Slam followed up by mudhole stomping to the body of Deth, Steve Adams lifts Deth to his feet and hits a DDT drilling Deths head to canvas. Steve Adams goes for the chokeslam but Deth counters the move with an elbow to the side of the head and face. Deth grabs Steve Adams and locks in the Bearhug, Adams tries to hold on and wriggle out of it but the power of Deth is too much Steve Adams looks like he is out. Brukowski Grabs Adams’ hand and strokes it, he lifts it up.*
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*Brukowski lifts up Adams’ hand again*
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JR; This is it where about to se our first elimination.
*Brukowski lifts up Adams’ hand for the third time he drops it but Adams has found life from somewhere he opens his eyes looks into the eyes of Deth and begins pummelling him in the face with his huge fists, Deth’s grip on Adams is weakening and with one final punch Adams breaks out of the hold and clotheslines Deth to the Canvas. Steve Adams lands a legdrop across the chest of Deth driving the air out of his lungs. Adams climbs to the top rope looks down at Deth jumps and lands a crushing elbow drop on the chest and throat of Deth. Deth rolls around gasping for air and manages to tag in Shotgun, Adams looks at shotgun, at nearly a foot taller Adams is looking down at Shotgun, Adams turns away as if he is going for his corner for a tag but turns round and plants Shotgun with a huge right hook to the forehead, Shotgun gets to his feet quickly but is knocked down again by a big boot, he gets to his feet and runs around the ring looking one of his team mates to help him*
Brutus: HAHA look at the little guy go, HAHA
*Adams gets frustrated with this but Shotgun is much quicker than him, Adams goes to grab Shotgun but instead grabs the turnbuckle as he turns around Shotgun begins the offence by hitting Adams with everything he has punches and kicks and a suplex into a pin*
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*Adams throws Shotgun off, of him but Shotgun is the quicker to his feet again, with his speed he kicks Adams in the back of the knee and then runs against the ropes and catches Adams with chopblock to the back of the knee knocking Adams down, to his knees, Shotgun comes in front of Adams performs a piledriver, ramming Adams head into the canvas. Shotgun looks at Adams prone body and then the turnbuckle he climbs up to the top turnbuckle*
(The fans in Nepal are going crazy at this point with a cheer of shogun shogun shogun)
*Shotgun leaps from the turnbuckle attempting a moonsault but little to his knowledge, Adams was playing possum and moved out of the way. Adams now begins his offence on Shotgun, and damn near smashes him through the ring with a chokeslam.*
(Adams screams “That’s it it’s over for this chump”)
*Adams lifts Shotgun to his feet and hits the Nightmare, he roils him up for the cover*
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The Mic: Shotgun has been Eliminated!!!
*As shotgun is walking back down the ramp he looks at his team mates with a look of disgust and screams at them “where was my backup huh???”.*
JR: Shotgun is gone its now 4 against 3!!!
*Steve Adams tags in Downfall as Night Hawk comes in the ring, Downfall is explosive as he enters the ring for the first time, hitting Night Hawk with a series of punches and triple header German suplex, Night Hawk gets to his feet and says hello to a spinning heel kick, Downfall runs against the ropes and hits a running toe kick in the side of the head of Night Hawk. Night Hawk is stunned momentarily as Downfall lets out a guttural scream, Night Hawk is just getting to his feet again and Downfall Irish whips Night Hawk and connects with the Beast Kick*
JR: Surely Night Hawk is out of it!!
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*Redd Dogg climbs in the ring and kicks Downfall in the back of the head breaking the count, Downfall goes to the ropes and flips off Redd Dogg, behind his back Night Hawk tags in Deth, Downfall turns round and Deth slams him back down with a Choke Toss, while Downfall is on the ground Deth connects a Double Axe Handle in the middle of Downfalls back, Deth leans over Downfall, and goes to lift him to his feet by his head, but Downfall hits a low blow, one which Brukowski didn’t see, Downfall rolls to his corner and tags in Lone Panther, Panther starts of by going for a top rope hurricanrana but Deth catches him and hits the D-Monator
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The Mic: Lone Panther has been eliminated!!!
Brutus: Well that worked just goes to show JR these high flyers just take to many risks.
JR: Sadly I have to agree with you Brutus Lone Panther pretty much eliminated his self from that match!!!
*Deth tags in Redd Dogg, Steve Adams climbs into the ring, both men eyeball each other and lock up, Steve Adams wins that grapple by throwing Redd Dogg to the ground, Redd Dogg gets back to his feet quickly and they lock up again, once again Steve Adams throws Redd Dogg to the ground, They up once more, Redd Dogg this time wins the exchange by putting Steve Adams into a Headlock, he punches Steve Adams in the face and head and launches backwards to slam Adams to the canvas with a back breaker,, Redd Dogg whips Adams into the ropes and hits five Belly to Belly Suplexes*
JR: MY GOD FIVE I repeat FIVE belly to belly’s,
*Redd Dogg goes for the cover*
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JR: OOOH a weak kick out from Adams
*Redd Dogg grabs Steve Adams arm and pulls off the triangle headscissors and immediately puts it into an arm bar. Steve Adams writes in agony in the center of the ring as Redd Dogg pulls on the arm bar even tighter, Steve can’t move as when he does Redd Dogg pulls on the hold even tighter or jerks his body making it to painful move, Adams bangs his fist on the mat. Brukowski asks him if he wants to give up, Adams shakes his head, Rage climbs the turnbuckle makes a signal and lands a huge 450 legdrop on the back of Redd Dogg’s head breaking the arm bar hold Brukowski orders Rage out of the ring but the damage looks to have been done, Steve Adams crawls to his corner but Redd Dogg is to his feet first. And he pulls Adams away from his corner, Redd Dogg lifts up Adams, Redd Dogg runs against the ropes and hits the street sweeper, Redd Dogg lifts Adams up one final time and unleashes the last temptation*
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JR: Now the team who was at a 4 man to 3 disadvantage has the upper hand now they have 3 men and its only Rage and Downfall left on the other team.
Brutus: Speaking of Rage, he is now in the ring squaring off with Redd Dogg
*Rage and Redd Dogg exchange punches in the middle of the ring Rage winning the exchange whips Redd Dogg into the corner, Rage runs at Redd Dogg and hits a shoulder charge knocking the air out of Redd Dogg. Rage waits for Redd Dogg to get to his feet and folds him up like an accordion with a capture suplex, Rage rolls his body over and covers Redd Dogg*
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*Redd Dogg puts a foot on the bottom rope breaking the count, Rage climbs the top turnbuckle as Redd Dogg is getting to his feet once again Rage leaps through the air*
JR: MISSILE DROPKICK MY GOD WHAT A MOVE
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*Redd Dogg barely gets a shoulder of the mat, Rage now bangs his fists on the canvas and screams at Brukowski*
“C’MON MAN WHERE THE HELL IS THE THREE COUNT?”
*Rage claps his hands three times to emphasise his rant as the referee, while Rage is shouting at Brukowski Redd dogg made the tag to Night Hawk, Night Hawk makes his presence known with a running clothesline knocking Rage down. Night Hawk grabs rage by the ears forcing Rage to go with the flow and get to his feet, Night Hawk runs up each top rope with Rages’ head in his hands burning Rages’ face on the ropes at the last turnbuckle he slams Rages’ head into the turnbuckle for good measure*
(The camera focuses on rages face there are 4 thick bright red lines over Rages’ face, from the rope burn)
*Rage climbs up the ropes to get to his feet, Night Hawk throws him to the corner again. Nighthawk lifts Rage up and climbs with him*
JR: My god it looks like he is going for a superplex night hawk is three hundred and twenty pounder and Rage a two hundred and ninety pounder this is going to be huge!!!
Brutus: My god JR make em stop this is what end careers oooh my GOD.
*Nighthawk lifted rage high in the air while standing on the top turnbuckle and performed a hugely devastating top rope superplex, Night hawk rolls up Rage*
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*Downfall saved rage by elbow dropping Nighthawk in the back of the head. Downfall is refusing to leave the ring Redd Dogg jumps in to followed by Deth*
JR: All hell is breaking lose here we have five men in the ring its Redd Dogg and Rage Beating the hell out of Downfall wait now its three on one night Hawk is getting in on it to.
*Brukowski, clears Redd Dogg, Deth, and Downfall out of the ring while Night Hawk leans over the top rope and bad mouths Downfall. Rage has got to he spins Night Hawk round and gives him a kick to midsection, Nighthawk doubles over and Rage hits a Powerbomb on Night Hawk*
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JR: How in gods name did night Hawk get a shoulder up, he couldn’t kick out but this is just instinct getting the shoulder up there!!!
Brutus: This is great JR!
*Rage pulls Night Hawk up and slams him back down with a spinebuster, Night Hawk rolls around the ring holding his lower back Rage stomps a little on the lower back and then sets up the Superstar Sharpshooter. Rage locks on the submission hold and Night Hawk is screaming in pain, he edges nearer to the ropes, Rage loosens the hold only to pull Night Hawk right into the Center of the ring and lock on the superstar sharpshooter tighter then before. Brukowski warns the other guys to “stay the hell out of the ring” Rage lets out a scream of aggression and lowers his center of gravity forcing more pressure on the lower back and quadriceps of Night Hawk.*
*TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP*
JR: Night Hawk is tapping out Night Hawk is gone from this match.
*Night Hawk rolls out of the ring cradling his lower back*
The Mic: Night Hawk has been eliminated !!!
JR: Were down to half way, four men gone four men left the scores are equal again its two on two.
Brutus: Watch a Match JR!!!!!
*Redd Dogg enters the ring again to face of with Rage, a little fatigue is setting in now as the lactic acid builds up in the muscles, Redd Dogg goes at Rage with ferocity landing left and rights to the face body and head of Rage. Rage backs into a corner Redd Dogg Backs up and takes a run at Rage landing the Corner Splash*
(The fans in Nepal are cheering in appreciation for this effort being displayed in front of their eyes)
*Redd Dogg drags Rage to his feet and pushes him against the ropes so Rage is leaning on them Redd Dogg takes a run against the opposite ropes and hits a spear sending him self and rage flying through the middle rope and onto the cold hard concrete*
(OOOHHH)
JR: That’s it match over for both of these guys there has to be injuries after that!!
Brutus: NO WAY there both to their feet I can’t believe this!!!
*Both Mean roll back into the ring Rage looking the worse of the two Redd Dogg Irish whips Rage into the corner where Deth is standing, Deth wraps his arms round Rages’ throat. Downfall attempts to get into the ring to even the numbers, but Brukowski stops him with his back turned Deth and Redd Dogg double team Rage and finish it up with a double suplex. Downfall sees he is not helping and stops trying to get in the ring, Redd Dogg covers rage for the pin*
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*Rage being so near the ropes puts a hand behind him to rest a hand on the ropes and break the count. Redd Dogg sits Rage up and dropkicks him in the back of the head. Redd Dogg covers rage again*
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*Rage this time gets a shoulder up, Redd dogg lifts rage to his feet lifts him high spins round and lands a crushing pendulum backbreaker, Redd Dogg goes for another cover*
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*Rage once again manages to get a shoulder up, he is still lying on the mat and gasping for air, Redd Dogg tags in Deth, Deth kicks Rage a couple of times while he is down, then lifts him up by the hair. Gorilla Press Slam*
JR: Holy mother of god how much more can Rage take?
*Deth goes to send Rage into the corner, but Rage reverses it sending Deth hard into the corner. Rage falls to the mat as Deth hits hard in the corner, falling face first to the mat as well. Rage crawls slowly to his corner and tags in Downfall, who comes in and lifts Deth up throwing him back into the corner. Downfall begins punching and kicking Deth as Redd Dogg begins climbing to the top of the neutral turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Downfall looks over his shoulder and sees Redd Dogg's position as Downfall sends Deth full steam into the far corner. Redd Dogg jumps off as Deth approaches and hits a somersault neckbreaker from the top rope. Downfall then stands face to face with Redd Dogg before they both hit a high five and Downfall locks a boston crab on Deth applying additional pressure to the neck area.*
JR: Redd Dogg just turned on his own partner!!!
B: I admite the guy for being clever, but what is he thinking?! I mean this could cost him his shot at the TV Title.
*Deth does not appear to be moving so Balls checks Deth's arm. It drops.*
Balls: 1!!!
JR: Deth doesn't appear to have anything left.
B: Well after what Redd Dogg and Downfall did to him a few moments ago, I'd be surprised if hes still even conscious.
*Balls checks the arm again, it drops.*
Balls: 2!!!
JR: Come on Deth!!! You can do it.
B: You're right Jimmy, he can tap when hes ready.
*Balls checks the arm again, and it drops for the third and final time.*
Balls: 3!!!
JR: Balls is saying he can't continue.
The Mic: Deth has been eliminated.
JR: Now its down to just Redd Dogg against Downfall and Rage.
B: And look what Redd Dogg is doing. He's just laying down!!!
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***DING***DING***DING***
The Mic: Here are you winners... Downfall and Rage!!!
JR: Downfall and Rage have done it. They have kept their team in the hunt for the TV Title.
B: And its all thanks to Redd Dogg. I wonder whats in it for him.
The scene switches to backstage. Heyfish knocks on a door marked, Khrystal Walker. The sign is written in multi-colored crayon. Walker beckons him in. She is in the middle of doing Hindu squats while Penny colors in the lap of Lady O, who seems to be asleep.
HHH: Ye need to see this lassie, pop it in ye VCR and see it now, I tell ye!
KW: That important, huh? Sure, I’ll watch it. She pops it in her player and starts looking, away from the camera.
Lady O suddenly snaps awake. “Mr. Heyfish, I suggest you leave now.”
HHH: Why?
Lady O: I know what’s on the tape, and you don’t want to be near when she sees.
HHH starts to leave when suddenly Walker looks up with the gleam of death in her eye.
KW: HEYFISH! GET ME RISON! She starts stalking toward the pirate.
Lady O: Go Mr. Heyfish, I’ll see if I can delay her!
Heyfish runs around the corner as Lady O rolls her chair in front of Walker. Walker stops, but then crushes an unopened can of soda in her massive right paw.
[The scene changes to the hooded individual from the earlier attacks who is spotted backstage by
IEW reporter Simon. Simon with his notepad in which he draws in, walks over and just
looks strangely at the hooded man without saying a word. Simon continues to look until
the hooded individual finally mutters a word.]
Man: Why in the hell do you stare for so long but never say anything?
Simon: Who are you?
Man: DO you really wanna know?
[With that being said, the man removes the hood and it’s revealed to be long lost Havoc
member Morris Foxx. While he was gone, Morris Foxx obviously has a new look, which
includes a new haircut. The camera zooms in as he begins to speak.]
Foxx: Indeed it’s true Simon. The guy that’s been MIA has officially made his return and
is ready to get back to causing Havoc for everyone in the IEW. Simon, I know you don’t
like to talk much, so you could just make my job easier if you listen to what I must say
for the next couple of minutes.
[Simon looks at Foxx and has an expression of disgust as he raises the mic and holds it
closer to Morris Foxx’s face. Foxx continues to talk.]
Foxx: Since I’ve been gone, my main man Rizzo has been handling necessary business and
the recent arrival of “The Infamous One”, Havoc is back. Magnum and Dream Man been trying
to take shots at Rizzo but the muscle of Havoc is officially back. One mission of mine
has already been completed tonight.
Simon: What’s that?
Foxx: The ass kicking of Dream Man earlier. The next mission will be complete in a few
weeks at the next pay-per view. I plan on winning the whole TV title tourney and taking
the title and bringing it home to Havoc. IEW, you have one week to prepare your self for
the return. Once I return nothing will be the same..
[As soon as the statement was over, Foxx hurries and walks down the hallway leaving
Simon and the hooded sweatshirt. Simon looks around and then puts the hood on and over
his head as the camera fades out to IEW wrestler Jaret Cannon and Che standing next to the car,
which has steam pouring from under the hood. The front right tire is completely flat, and the rest are all dangerously
low.*
Che: The car is dead, Mr Cannon. I can take you no further. I am sorry.
*Cannon thinks for a second, then looks down the road the direction they were headed.*
JC: How far is the arena from here?
Che: Oh, about two or three miles, on this road. But there are no sidewalks, and...
JC: Thanks for the right, Che. Keep in touch, alright, buddy?
*Cannon slips Che a few hundred dollar bills, then starts off at a jog towards the arena. The scene then switches back to the announcer's table.*
B: From car trouble to another unhappy camper in Rison's trailer park, we've sure seen it all tonight.
JR: I have a feeling we haven't seen it all yet as its time we got on to our next match, and from the looks of things its going to be a doozie.
The Mic: The following 8 man tag elimination match is a first round match in the Television Title Tournament. Coming to the ring they weigh in at a combined 887 pounds, the team of Necra, Sephiroth Du Loc, Nitrus and “Dangerous” Dave Jess.
[”I Want to Conquer The World” by Irn Mullet plays as Dave Jess and company walk out. The four men get down to the ring. Nitrus, Jess and Necra go to the outside as SP waits to start the match off.]
The Mic; And their opponents come in at a combined weight of 952 pounds. Here is the team of Black Panther, DarkDragon, Joe Phoenix and “The Infamous One” Mack Weaver.
[”Reload” by Rob Zombie plays as Mack Weaver and hi teammates make it down the aisle. Weaver, DarkDragon and Joe Phoenix stand on the apron as Black Panther enters the ring.]
Jimmy: This is a quite a strange set of teams.
Brutus: Yeah, let’s see who has the better overall talent.
*Panther and Loc lock up. Both men end don’t budge and they let go. They lock up again and this time Panther catches Loc with a surprise knee to the gut. Panther chops Loc into the ropes. Panther whips Loc into the opposite ropes and he nails Loc with a back elbow smash. Panther covers.*
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Jimmy: Only a one count but Panther was looking to draw first blood tonight. If he keeps this up he may.
*Panther lifts Loc up but Loc rakes the eyes. Loc kicks Panther several times with snap kicks to the body. Loc finished the flurry with a spinning thrust kick to the gut. Loc whips Panther into the ropes and he connects with a spinning heel kick. Panther gets to his feet and Loc executes a snap mare with Panther ending up in the sitting position. Loc tags Panther in the bag with a stiff kick. Loc covers.*
Brutus: Impressive display of the martial arts by du Loc.
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Jimmy: It was impressive but it wasn’t enough to score the first elimination.
*Loc gets up and he drags Panther to the corner. Loc tags in Nitrus and the two men work on Panther with stomps until the ref forces Loc out. Nitrus lifts panther up and he boots him in the gut. Nitrus grabs b the head and executes a double arm DDT. Nitrus covers.*
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thr NO!!
Jimmy: WOW that was SO close
Brutus: That had to hurt ALOT!
*Nitrus lifts Panther up and he lands a series of punches. Nitrus whips BP into the ropes and Panther ducks a clothesline when he bounces off. Panther bounces back at Nitrus with a clothesline. Panther gets to his corner and tags in DarkDragon. Dragon climbs to the top and when Nitrus gets up Dragon connects with a missile dropkick. Dragon covers.*
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Brutus: Well, this is DarkDragon’s first match and he’s already putting on a show.
*Dragon lifts Nitrus up and connects with forearms smashes to the head. Dragon whips Nitrus into the corner and he follows with a corner splash. Dragon jumps up and takes Nitrus out of the corner with a monkey flip. Dragon springboards off the 2nd rope and onto Nitrus with a springboard moonsault. Dragon stays on top for the cover and hooks the leg.*
Jimmy: WOW this kid is taking it to Nitrus!
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Brutus: Nitrus still has too much left in his tank to be kept down for the 3.
*Dragon gets up and he tags in Joe phoenix. JP gets in the ring and he picks Nitrus up. Nitrus breaks JP’s grasp and he lands several rights to the head. Nitrus pulls JP in and levels him with a short-arm clothesline. Nitrus picks Joe P up and Nitrus boots him in the gut. Nitrus lifts Joe up, holds him in the air for a couple of seconds and then Nitrus takes Joe down with a vertical suplex. Nitrus covers.*
Jimmy: Nitrus is now putting on a show of strength.
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Brutus: Joe Phoenix kicked out but he won’t if he takes much more of this.
*Nitrus gets up and he drags Joe P into the corner. Nitrus tags in Necra and he executes a back breaker as she climbs to the top. Nitrus holds Joe P on his knee and Necra flies with a legdrop taking Joe P off Nitrus’ knee. Necra covers.*
Jimmy: GOOD GOD that was a great but very painful tag move by Necra and Nitrus.
Brutus: A great display of teamwork in this match.
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(DING DING!)
Jimmy: Such an impressive move it drew the first elimination. Now it’s down 3 to 4.
*DarkDragon enters the ring and he goes right after Necra. Dragon whips Necra into the ropes and he goes for a standing dropkick but Necra holds onto the ropes. Dragon hits the mat face first. Dragon starts to get up and Necra attacks him with forearm shames to the back. Necra connects with a series of rights and she whips Dragon into the corner/ Necra charges and hits a corner spear. Necra pulls Dragon out of the corner and she executes a side Russian legsweep. Necra covers.*
Brutus: Of he gets pinned by a woman he’s going to want to quit.
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Dragon kicks out.
Jimmy: Looks like his dignity is in tact.
*Necra tags in Dave Jess who goes to work on Dragon by stomping the hell out of him. Jess lifts Dragon he whips him into the ropes. Jess catches Dragon and crushes him with a big spinebuster. Jess covers.*
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Brutus: Jess is beating the hell out of this kid right now.
*Jess picks Dragon up and he kicks him in the gut. Jess executes a snap release Northern Lights suplex. Jess picks Dragon up again and whips him into the corner. Jess charges but Dragon gets his foot up. Dragon climbs to the 2nd rope and takes Jess down with a flying shoulder block. Both men are down.*
Jimmy; That was a desperation move by DarkDragon but it sure did stop Jess in his tracks.
*Balls Brukowski starts a 10 count. 1.... 2.... 3.... 4... 5... Dragon grabs the ropes and uses them to lift himself up. Jess also gets up but only as Dragon tags in Mack Weaver.*
Jimmy; This is what the fans pay to see!
Brutus: Time for fun!
*Jess and Weaver meet in the middle of the ring exchanging punches. Weaver gets the advantage and he whips Jess into the ropes. Weaver throws Jess up in the air with a back body drop. Jess gets up and Weaver clotheslines him back down. Weaver picks jess up and then he slams Jess down with a side suplex. Weaver covers.*
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Jimmy: Jess barely kicked out of that.
*Weaver picks Jess up and he chops him into the corner. Weaver tags in Black Panther. Panther and Weaver take Jess down with a double vertical suplex. Weaver climbs to the outside as Panther assaults Jess with stomps to the body. Panther lifts jess up and he whips him into the corner. Panther grabs the middle ropes and he uses them to drive his shoulder into Jess’ midsection. Panther lifts jess up and sits him on the top rope. Panther climbs up and he takes Jess down with a top rope belly to back superplex. Panther gets up and he grabs Jess’ legs. Panther puts Jess into a Sharpshooter.*
Brutus: Black Panther has Jess feeling a little Ailurophobia
*jess tries to fight the pain, but it’s too much for him. Jess taps out.*
Jimmy; HOLY MOLY! Black Panther just surprised everyone by eliminating Dave Jess! Now we’re back to even odds!
*Loc rushes into the ring and he takes Panther down with a running knee strike. Loc lifts Panther up and he boots Panther in the gut. Loc bounces off the ropes and takes Panther down with a scissors kick. Loc covers.*
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thr NO!
Brutus: Panther just scored a big pinfall but now he’s paying dearly for it.
*Loc and Panther both get to the feet. Loc goes for an Irish whip but Panther reverses it. Loc bounces back and into a cross body press by Panther. BP covers.*
1..
2...
Kickout.
Jimmy; Black Panther nearly got fall #2 for his team!
*Both men get up and Loc attempts a clothesline but Panther ducks it. Panther bounces off the ropes but Loc is quick to grab him and throw panther with an overhead belly to belly suplex.*
Brutus: Sephiroth Du Loc is on a mission tonight that’s for sure!
*Loc lifts Panther but Panther rakes the eyes. BP jumps and tags in Mack Weaver. Weaver rushes in and he attacks Loc. Weaver whips loc into the ropes and he executes a tilt-a-whirl slam. Weaver covers.*
1...
2...
Jimmy; Somehow Sephiroth Du Loc got his shoulder up!
*Weaver drags Loc to his feet and he drops Loc with a hard right. Weaver repeats the process one more time. Weaver picks Lock up one more time and he whips Loc hard into the corner. Weaver charges at Loc but Sephiroth Du Loc sidesteps him. Weaver hits the corner face first and he stumbles out of the corner. Loc tags in Nitrus who enters the ring. Nitrus chop blocks Weaver as Sephiroth Du Loc superkicks him right in the chin. Nitrus covers.*
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Jimmy: Good god, that was one hellacious move by Sephiroth Du Loc and Nitrus.
Brutus: Weaver will be buying a stair lift thing sooner than he thought.
*Nitrus lifts Weaver up and he connects with a few punches. Nitrus whips Weaver into the ropes and bends over for a back body drop but Weaver counters with a double ace handle across the back. Weaver follows it up with a kneelift to the face. Weaver covers.*
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Brutus: Weaver is definitely carrying his team.
Jimmy; Hey, DarkDragon is doing his job as well.
Brutus: True.
*Weaver stands up and he brings Nitrus up but Nitrus connects with a low blow the ref doesn’t see. Nitrus stands up, wraps his arms around Weaver and slams mack down with a spinnign inverted powerbomb.*
Brutus: He just hit the Oxidizer!
*Nitrus covers.*
1....
2...
3!
Jimmy: What a crazy turn of events! Both Mack Weaver AND Dave Jess have been eliminated.
*Black Panther returns to the ring and he attacks Nitrus with punches and kicks. Panther lifts Nitrus to his feet and he connects with a hard chop. Panther lands a second and then a third chop. Panther grabs Nitrus and scoop slams him. Panther jumps and nails a knee drop. Panther covers.*
1...
2...
Kickout.
Jimmy; That was almost a three, but almost doesn’t count in the IEW.
*Panther lifts Nitrus up and he goes for an Irish whip but Nitrus reverses it and nails Panther with an axe kick. Nitrus tags in Sephiroth Du Loc. Nitrus holds Panther’s arm up to expose the ribs and Loc connects with a hard kick to them. Nitrus exits as Loc hits another kick to the ring. Loc scoops Panther up and he drops BP with a rib breaker. Loc covers and he hooks the leg.*
1...
2...
thr NO!
Brutus: Sephiroth Du Loc nearly made this a 3 on 1 match.
*Loc lifts Panther up and he hits a karate chop. Sephiroth Du Loc jumps and hits a jumping savate kick to the face.*
Jimmy: Sephiroth Du Loc just hit Panther with the Shadow Kick!
*Loc covers.*
1....
2...
3!
Brutus: And just like that DarkDragon is on his own.
*Dragon enters the ring. Loc charges at Dragon but he rolls out of the way. Loc turns around just as Dragon executes a standing dropkick. Loc stagger into the corner and Dragon follows him with punches to the head. Dragon slams Loc’s face into the top turnbuckle and then he hits an atomic drop. Dragon grabs Loc by the head and he executes a tornado DDT. Dragon covers.*
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Brutus: WHOO! Sephiroth Du Loc Just got his shoulder up.
Jimmy: That was so close!
*Dragon picks Loc up but Loc drops down with a jawbreaker. Both men are down and the ref counts. 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5.... 6.... 7..... 8... Loc gets up and he tags in Necra. As Necra enters the ring Dragon stands up. Necra charges at Dragon and Dragon catches her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Dragon lifts Necra up and he whips her into the corner. Dragon charges but Necra counters with a drop toe hold that send Dragon face first into the 2nd turnbuckle. Necra grabs Dragon from behind and she executes an inverted DDT. Necra climbs up to the top and she flies with a splash but Dragon gets his knees up. Dragon and Necra both rise to their feet slowly. Dragon boots Necra in the gut and crushes her with a twisting lay down ¾ neckbreaker*
Jimmy: He calls that move the Dragon’s Rage!
*Dragon covers.*
1...
2...
3!
Brutus: The only female in this match has been eliminated. Now it’s down to 2 on 1!
*Nitrus enters the ring and he begins clubbing Dragon with many forearm smashes to the back. Nitrus picks Dragon up and he throws him across the ring with a release German suplex. Nitrus covers.*
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Brutus: How the hell did he kick out? He should’ve been knocked out cold!
*Nitrus picks Dragon up and he boots him in the gut. Nitrus picks Dragon up in a powerbomb position and Dragon lands several rights. Dragon falls down and catches Nitrus’ head on the way down driving Nitrus into the mat with a big DDT.*
Jimmy: What a counter by DarkDragon!
*Dragon gets to his feet and he waits for Nitrus to move. Nitrus gets to his knees and Dragon hits him with a hard kick to the back of the head.*
Brutus: Hie just hit the Dragon’s Flight!
*Dragon climbs up to the top rope. He jumps of and he flattens Nitrus with a shooting star press.*
Jimmy: Darkness Falls!
*Dragon covers and he hooks the leg.*
1...
2...
3!
Brutus: Nitrus is gone! We’re down to the last 2 men!
*Sephiroth Du Loc gets in the ring and he kicks Dragon as he stands up. Loc lifts Dragon up and he executes a swinging neckbreaker. Loc covers.*
1...
2...
Jimmy: DarkDragon just got his shoulder off the mat!
Brutus: This is one hell of a match. I’m glad it didn’t suck as bad as it seemed like it would.
*Loc lifts Dragon to his feet and Loc whips him into the corner. Loc charges but Dragon gets out of the way. Loc slams his shoulder into the steel post. Dragon drags Loc out from between the ropes and rolls him up.*
1...
2...
thr NO!
Jimmy: Man oh man this is one crazy match! Who’d have thought THESE two guys would be the last men on their teams left?
Brutus: I sure as hell didn’t.
*Dragon and Loc both stand up and Dragon takes control with a series of forearm blows. Dragon whips Loc into the ropes and he takes Loc down with a drop toe hold. Dragon gets up and drops a quick elbow to the back of Loc’s neck. Dragon rolls Loc over and covers.*
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Brutus: DarkDragon has a chance to be a hero for his team. If he wins this he’ll have eliminated 3 people in a row!
*Dragon lifts Loc up and he hits a few chops to the chest. Dragon whips loc into the ropes but Loc comes back with a spear. Loc stands up slowly and he drags Dragon to his feet. Loc kicks Dragon in the gut and he executes a high angle implant DDT.*
Jimmy: FALLEN ANGEL DDT!!
*Sephiroth Du Loc covers.*
1...
2...
3!!
DING DING!
Brutus; Well, DarkDragon fell short in the end, but he sure did impress a few people tonight, including me.
Jimmy: How about Sephiroth Du Loc? He just won the match for his team! Two VERY impressive debuts!
The Mic: The winners of this match Sephiroth Du Loc, Nitrus, Necra and “Dangerous” Dave Jess
Brutus: That sure was a doozie. I think I'm ready for my, "if this was America" afternoon nap.
JR: We have a disturbance in the back! It seems like Khrystal Walker is headed to the ring.
Brutus: My baby’s got back, and she’s back in trouble!
Walker pushes past security in the back, and shoves through the curtain as her theme music, “Trouble” by Pink plays.
Pulling a mike out of her pocket, she begins to talk.
KW: Before you can start this match, I have to show these fine IEW fans what I just saw! Roll that footage, AV Squad!
The jumbotron fires up to reveal Walker hitting E.G. Mackie with the SKD, driving his head to the mat with stunning force. She covers, and referee Balls Brukowski starts the count.
KW: Slow motion guys, I don’t want the fans to miss this!
The jumbotron view slows to watch Balls count 1, 2, 3. Walker rises, and Balls looks down at Mackie, who is beginning to stir. He then declares a two count.
KW: Stop the tape! Ok, here we have it. I got the three count on Mackie. Now, why did Balls declare a two count! Look here at the end of the tape!
Balls is seen putting his hand on the buttocks of Mackie.
KW: Now I have nothing against true love, but if this is the case, Balls shouldn’t have been the ref for Mackie’s matches. If he is just smitten with Mackie, he should have been a professional and made the count. As it is, the IC title picture is clouded, to say the least.
So we have a situation. Cannon, I don’t have anything against you. In fact, if you’re the man you say you are, you’ll give me a title match to settle the issue of who the real champion is if you win.
Mackie, if you don’t have anything going with Balls, that’s cool. If you do, that’s your business. But you must realize you are not the legitimate champion, I am. If you win, I want a match to prove who is the best. If you lose, I still want a match. I am better than you, and I want to see it marked on the IEW records that I am. That’s all. That’s enough. Point made from the real champ, Khrystal Clear!
JR: I don't believe it.
B: Last week Khrystal Walker got screwed, and I had nothing to do with it!!!
(The camera switches to Boca del Inferno walking around backstage, looking furious. He comes across a crew man and suddenly grabs him by the throat and looks at him right in the eyes. He picks him up off the floor a few inches and continues his hard gaze.)
Boca: Would you happen to know where Bakuryu's locker room is, by any chance?
Crewman: I-- I-- Don’t kn-- Wait, I do! First one on your left-- Sir!
(Boca throws the man to the side and heads for the indicated locker room. The door is partly open, and on it is written the name "Bakuryu!" with plenty of colors and stars and arrows around the name. Boca looks at it with disgust and rips it off. He pushes the door open and takes a step in the room. Suddenly, a bucket of water drops on him. Boca is soaked. He continues a little bit and trips over a rope that triggers a bucket of flour to fall on him. Boca is covered with sticky flour, and angry as hell.)
JR: HA! Look at him! He got what he deserved for attacking Bakuryu!
BB: Kind of reminds me of Home Alone...
(The camera pans around and a message is written on the wall, with colorful paint.)
"Hey Boca. Not to be rude or anything, but I'm not going to be here tonight. We'll have to postpone our meeting to next Sunday. Keep the smile! Your friend, Bakuryu."
(Boca is furious. He turns around, not knowing what to do when, out of nowhere, a trash can is thrown on him. He stumbles forward and Bakuryu comes flying out of nowhere, taking Boca down with a Kendo Stick. Bakuryu stands back up and is obviously not in a good enough shape to do something like he just did.)
JR: Wow! He can do THAT?
BB: I'm not so sure, look, he's barely able to stand up!
(Bakuryu begins hitting Boca on the ground, but Boca kicks one of Bakuryu's legs and he trips. Boca stands up and looks at Bakuryu with fire burning in his eyes. He shakes off the kendo stick and trash can shot and then charges Bakuryu. As Boca charges at him Bakuryu swings the kendo stick, but Boca catches it and snaps it in half with a side chop and then smashes his half over Bakuryu’s head. Bakuryu stumbles back and when he shakes it off he is knocked off his feet by a very hard and swift super kick. Blood flies from Bakuryu’s mouth and splatters across the message as Boca grabs a chair from the corner.)
JR: This does not look good for the Extreme Champ.
BB: Well he gets what he deserves. You piss a wild man off and you will get broken in half.
(Boca smiles and then begins to pound Bakuryu’s sides, ribs, chest, and stomach with the side of the chair. When he finally throws the chair to the side Bakuryu is coughing up dark blood showing that he has an internal injury. Boca rolls Bakuryu over and then locks him in the Tazzmission, but sits on Bakuryu’s back and leans back in a camel clutch type Tazzmission. Bakuryu screams out in pain but Boca just retches back harder and harder. Just then the EMTs and security run in. The security people try to pry Boca off but he doesn’t move. The dark blood begins to flow fro, Bakuryu’s mouth and nose now and he has gone quite and is turning paler and paler. Boca then yells out as a security man smacks him in the back of the head with his club and another shocks him. They drag Boca off and attend to Bakuryu.)
JR: It is about time someone gets involved.
BB: They should of let him kill him.
(JR rolls his eyes as the camera cuts to Boca handcuffed and laying on his side in the hall. Matt Rison walks over and kneels down next to Boca and grabs him by the hair.)
Matt: Are you happy now Boca?!? Did you fill your taste for pain and destruction?!?
(Boca smiles and licks his lips as Matt shakes his head)
Matt: Bakuryu must now go to the hospital and they already said that he will not be able to wrestle until we are in Pakistan. I should suspend you, but you have an important match next week. I will however have you escorted to a nice holding cell. You will be released tomorrow when you cool off.
(Boca spits on the ground as he snarls. Matt runs a hand through the flour on Boca cheek)
Matt: At least get washed up while you take a break in the cell tonight.
(This time Boca spits in Matt’s face. Matt whips it off and then slaps Boca in the face with the same hand. The security men grab Boca and drag him off as Matt shakes his head and walks away. He is about half way down the hall when we hear gun shots. Him and the camera run back down the hall to the parking lot to find a police officer knocked out and several others reloading their guns. Matt looks at Joe Patruzzi.)
Matt: What happened?!?
Joe: Boca slipped out of the cuffs, knocked the cop out and stole his car. They tried to shoot the tires out but only managed to shatter the windshield.
(Matt shakes his head.)
Matt: So what now?
Joe: They sent a few cars after him and they should have him before the morning.
Matt: Lets hope so.
(The scene then cuts back to the ring and we see Jimmy and Brutus staring at the screen)
JR: Boca is leading the Tibetan police on a wild goose chase.
BB: They won’t catch him.
(JR looks at him and shakes his head)
JR: We have wasted enough time. Let’s get to the main event. This is going to be a killer of a match.
BB: Not really. Cannon has this match under control.
JR: Well lets just see if he gets here first.
The Mic: Introducing first, weighing in at 130 pounds and hailing from Kirkcaldy, Scotland, your IEW IC champ, E.G Mackie!!
(The arena lights flicker and a solemn atmosphere is created as 'The song of the Volga Boatmen' plays slowly, volume increasing as upon the titantron images are shown. The images seem to be in black and white, like old movie footage, and the film has been placed erratically like someone has tried to fit the film together in a hurry. The images consist of cost lines and beaches, and then all is changed when a single eye appears and stares forward. The eye is all that is seen on the screen, but within the pupil there spins an hypnotic symbol. A black `M spins counter clockwise within a silver circle spinning clockwise, with an almost alluring effect. But it does not stay long as the eye closes and from there E.G Mackie walks out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring. As he walks the images change to phrases, that look like they have been scratched into the film. Phrases such as 'Kill the ego' and 'Don't wake him up' and of course 'Euan is Good' E.G Mackie walks slowly down to the ring and he looks around at the crowd, and upon entering the ring he climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the crowd, with a quick personal celebration, in which he raises both arms with his hands outstretched. He leaves the turnbuckle and grins foolishly as his music trails off. He remains leaning on the ropes at the turnbuckle, waiting, patiently.)
JR: Mackie looks ready and waiting to get this going.
BB: Just wait till Cannon hit’s the ring.
The Mic: Now the challenger, weighing in at 225 pounds and standing 5 foot 10 inches tall, Jaret Cannon!
(The arena lights flash quickly and then stop, and The Offspring's "Hit That" plays over the sound system. The music continues but no one comes out. The music stops and the crowd begins to get rowdy. Head referee Shane Stevenson looks towards the entrance ramp, which is empty. The Nepal crowd erupts in a raucous chant of, "CANNON! CANNON!")
JR: Jaret Cannon may have journeyed across the Asian countryside only to forfeit his title shot!
(Stevenson shrugs and begins the count-out.)
SS: 1! ... 2!
(Just then, "Hit That" by the Offspring begins to play over the PA, and the crowd goes wild, continuing their chant.)
JR: That's Cannon's music, but where's Jaret Cannon?!
SS: 3! ... 4! ... 5!
BB: Looks like we can chalk up a victory by count-out for E.G. Mackie! Jaret Cannon is a no-show!
SS: 6! ... 7! ....
JR: Wait! Look in the crowd!
(The crowd is parting on the right side of the ring. Ten rows back, and climbing through is Jaret Cannon. The fans pat him on the shoulders and back as he runs to the ring, ripping off his shirt as he gets to the guardrail and sliding under the ring as Stevenson reaches 9 in the ten-count.)
BB: Jaret Cannon! Jaret Cannon's here! And this match is going to happen after all!
(The bell sounds as Mackie jumps down from he turnbuckle and hands his title over to the ref. Jaret takes this opportunity and charges E.G. Euan sees him coming and waits for it and when Jaret is close enough he ducks under his arms and then hit’s a back kick to the side of Jaret’s head. Cannon rubs his head and is struck by another kick and then another as he tries to get up. He gets up to his hands and knees and is knocked back down as Mackie hit’s a standing 360 leg drop. Mackie backs off and smiles at the crowd as he goes back and grabs Cannon’s hair.)
JR: Mackie takes and early lead in this match.
BB: Question is, can he keep that lead?
(As Mackie picks Cannon up, Cannon hits an elbow to Mackie stomach fallowed by another and another until Mackie lets go of him and holds his stomach. Cannon goes in for the kill but Mackie kicks at his chest. Cannon catches the leg under his arm and then hit’s the hardest chop in the world. Mackie stumbles back into the ropes rubbing his chest as the crowd yells, “Wooo!” Cannon smiles and hits another chop and another. Mackie screams out in pain as each chop brings more and more blood to his chest and makes it redder. Cannon then fakes a chop and hit’s a haymaker that knocks Mackie over the ropes.)
BB: What did I tell you, it would not last.
JR: The match is not over yet Brutus.
BB: Maybe not in your eyes.
(Cannon positions himself for a dive over the ropes. Mackie is laying on his back staring up at the ceiling as Cannon jumps over the ropes. Just when it looks like he will connect, Mackie rolls out of the way, jumps up and off the railing, and hit’s a small moonsault as Cannon’s chest connects with the padded but hard floor. Both men lay there as Shane shakes his head and begins the 10 count.)
SS: 1.…2...
(Mackie rolls over and coughs a few times and so does Cannon.)
SS: 3...4.….5
(Mackie and Cannon both make it to their knees and slowly up to their feet.)
SS: 6.…7.…8...
(Mackie and Cannon look at each other and then dash under the ropes before Shane can even think 10. As they both stand back up the punch war begins. No one gets the upper hand but they both back each other into a corner and then stop and pant. Mackie smiles and when the ref turns his back he hit’s a hard low blow that sends Cannon to his knees. Mackie climbs the ropes and pulls Cannon up by his hair and signals for a DDT. He jumps off and swings around but Cannon stops him and sends him backwards with the Northern Lights Suplex.)
JR: I don’t agree with Mackie’s Low blow and it looks like he paid for it.
BB: He paid for it dearly.
(Cannon goes for the cover as Shane slides over)
1.…
2.…
(Mackie kicks out and rolls Cannon over into a cross face. He has it on for a few seconds before Cannon grabs the rope and Mackie breaks the hold. Mackie stumbles away from Cannon as Cannon gets up rubbing his shoulder. Mackie rests against the post as Cannon rubs the pain from his shoulder and smiles. They both go for a dead sprint at each other and go for a clothesline at the same time. Mackie ducks down and under and hit’s a spinning neck breaker fallowed by a jumping splash. He misses the splash as Cannon rolls over and hit’s a knee drop onto Mackie’s back. Mackie rolls around holding his back as Cannon sets him up for a flying body press. As Mackie stands up Cannon jumps. Mackie sees Cannon and hit’s a super kick right into Cannon’s face. Cannon lands on the mat out cold and the force from the kick and connection causes Mackie to stumble back to the mat.)
JR: I think Mackie just killed Cannon!
BB: Nah, Cannon is just playing dead. You playing, right Cannon?
(Mackie rolls over for the pin and Shane slides across the ring for the count.)
1.…
2...
Thr….
(Cannon kicks out at the last second. Mackie rolls over shaking his head. Mackie stands up and waits for Cannon to get half way up. When he does Mackie points up the ramp like someone is coming. The ref turns to look and Mackie kicks Cannon as hard as he can in the crotch and then hit’s the Circle of Thorns. The ref turns back around and goes for the count when he sees Mackie on top of Cannon.)
1...
2...
Thre….
(Cannon kicks out again. Mackie jumps up thinking he won but Shane tells him no. Mackie kicks the bottom rope and then smiles. He picks Cannon up by his hair and sets him up for the Third and Final Beast. Before he can pulls the move off Cannon slides down and hits a DDT that bounces Mackie all the way across the ring. Both men are down and Shane looks at them and shakes his head. Shane checks both of them for movement before starting a ten count.)
SS: 1... 2... 3...
JR: Niether of these men are in any shape to continue.
B: Sure they are, its just that they want to tease you first.
(Both men stay down and motionless as the count continues to get higher.)
SS: 4... 5... 6...
JR: Not a muscle has flinched since they both landed on the mat moments ago. Hopefully they're both alright.
B: Of course they are. They're in superb physical shape compared to your donut gut.
(Jaret Cannon begins to move and manages to get up to one knee as the count continues.)
SS: 7... 8...
JR: Jaret Cannon is beginning to get to his feet. Can he get the pin?
B: Over Mackie?! Get real!!
(Jaret Cannon falls back down onto his back as the ref continues counting.)
SS: 9... 10!!!
***DING***DING***DING***
B: HA HA!!! Mackie retained!!!
JR: But look at what Cannon has done tonight. He literally ran to his match from miles away and then gave Mackie the match of his life.
B: I can see your point if all that really happened. I know Hollywood when I see it.
JR: Well folks, thats all the time we have for this evening. This is Jimmy Rollins and my partner Brutus wishing you all a goodnight from Nepal.
[End Transmission.]