[The scene opens with an "earlier today" on the bottom of the screen to a room set up like classroom; with a regular fold-up table in the front, a dryerase board off to the side, and every chair in the room facing to the front. The board has the current schedule for the night drawn on it. Filling the seats are Nightwing, Sexy Boy CT, Rowdy Wallace, Athena Young, Kumba, Mike Sensation, Surge and "Silencer" James Assassin. Missing from the meeting with names on their chairs are Dave Jess and Bengal Supreme. Matt Rison walks in through a door at the side of the room while looking over the latest release of the Nielson rating charts. He looks up with a look of disappointment at those in attendance as he begins to speak.]
Matt: Thank you all for showing up. In case you're wondering why you all are here, its because I've looked at the most recent ratings involving your matches. I must say that when you guys are booked together, they are far from perfect. I've decided to fix the problem by taking all of your matches and throwing them all together into one massive battle royal.
[All of the men sit in silence, totally dumbfounded by what they have just heard.]
Matt: Ok, let me see if you guys can understand this. You see that lineup right there. Consider half of it a thing of the past. Nightwing and Sexy Boy, you no longer have to fear flying high. Rowdy Wallace and Athena Young, you are no longer fighting for blood. Kumba and Mike Sensation, you no longer have to worry about splinters. Dave Jess, Surge, Silencer, and Supreme Bengal, y'all no longer have to worry about the first pin being the last. And best of all, Troy Bishop and Havok, you no longer have to worry about not getting a paycheck this week. They've all been pulled out of their previous spot in the lineup and placed in a battle royal. And Rison's Rules are this: elimination is over the top rope only, but anyone and. everyone who goes over the top rope before the bell rings is eliminated.
[Matt Rison sits back down on the table.]
Matt: I know that sounds simple, but I know how you IEW Duds can be. So I'm telling you right now, if you want to stay here in the IEW that tonight, you're going to have to go out there and get me some ratings.
[The stay all stay seated looking at Matt Rison.]
Matt: WELL GET GOING!!!
[In a mad rush all of the men jolt up from their seats and scrable out the door. The camera then closes in on Matt Rison shaking his head and throwing the Nielson chartbook on the floor as the scene fades into the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. Pyros shoot off as "Hardest Button To Button" plays throughout the arena and cameras begins to pan through the crowd. Signs around the arena say: "Under New Management...Again", "Bengal Supreme=BS", and "The Millennium Ended 3 Years Ago". The scene switches to the announcer's table.]
Rollings: Good evening fans and welcome to Friday Night Mayhem. I'm Jimmy Rollings with my partner Brutus, and we have a great night of wrestling lined up for you tonight as the IEW World Heavyweight Tournament continues.
Brutus: And lets not forget about E.G. Mackie going up against "Millenium" Morris Foxx later this evening for the IEW Intercontinental Championship.
The Mic: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be falls count anywhere! Making his way to the ring, Cyberian BULL!
***The music plays for about 10 seconds and than pyro erupts from the stage and Cyberian Bull walks out. (Like Booker T's pyro) The Cyberian Bull struts down to the ring, rolls under the bottom ropes and raises his arms after getting on the turnbuckle.***
The Mic: And now, presenting to you the challenger. Apollo ADDAI!!!
*** "Everything Zen" by Bush plays over the speaker system. Then out walks Apollo Addai. The crowd have a mixed reaction to Apollo. Apollo gets in the ring and looks at the fans as he looks very ready for this match. ***
The 6foot 5inch Cyberian Bull is the first to make an aggressive move, he charges at Apollo and manages to knock him to the floor with a clothesline. Almost instantly Apollo is back on his feet but Cyberian Bull knocks him down again. Apollo’s up just a little bit slower this time but manages to duck Bull’s clothesline, catching him with some right hand as he turns around. Bull then grabs Apollo and the two lock up. Each try to power the other out but it’s not working, then Apollo gets the advantage, C.B begins to bend backwards but with a sudden rush of power he pushes Apollo into the corner. From there he lands a devastating chop to the chest, which can be heard echoing throughout the arena. Apollo begins to fight back with a knee to the gut that sends Bull reeling. As Apollo charges out Cyberian Bull catches him in a perfectly executed snap suplex! Apollo puts a hand against the small of his back, which had connected badly with the canvas. Cyberian Bull stands up and taunts at the crowd, raising his arms in the air. Apollo surprises him from behind with a heavy-ish dropkick that sends Bull over the top rope and out of the ring. Apollo rolls out of the ring as C.B. gets to his feet and the two exchange right hands. Bull begins to get the upper hand again and then whips Apollo into the steel steps, again focusing on the back, trying to weaken it. Bull follows this up with a few kicks to the back before lifting Apollo to his feet. Cyberian Bull hooks his head and then a leg, lifting him up and holding him in the air for a full five seconds before bringing him down in a fisherman suplex. Bull stays in that position, going for the pin. 1…2…kickout. That was close. The Cyberian Bull doesn’t seem surprised or angry about it, he keep his cool and instead signal for a finish to the match. Cyberian Bull again lifts Apollo to his feet and begins slamming his head off of first the barricade and then the announcers table. Addai tries to fight back but that’s quickly ended with a knee to the gut. Cyberian Bull drags Apollo up onto the table right in front of the commentators. He once again hooks Apollo’s head and lifts him way up high. Then he jumps to the side and brings Apollo down into a jackhammer from the top of the table to the cold, hard floor below! He hooks the leg and the referee counts 1….2……3!!!!!!
The Mic: And the winner of this match, Cyberian Bull!!!
Rollings: What athleticism by the former hardcore champion.
Brutus: He know what it feels like to wear gold, and if he keep this up he might get the gold strap everyone in this business envies.
['I want to Conquer The World' by Irn Mullet blasts through the PA. As soon as the crowd realizes what it is they pretty much split in half, one side going nuts for Dave, the other booing mercilessly. 'Dangerous' Dave Jess struts through the curtain with an arrogant grin on his face, both arms raised in the air. Dave struts slowly down the ramp flipping the bird to some of the fans whilst merely shouting abuse at the others.]
Brutus: What the Hell!? Dave Jess isn't scheduled to be out here, what the hell's going on?
[Dave rolls into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands with his arms at his sides for a few seconds before making the 'up-yours' sign and jumping back down. Dave beckons for the Mic to get in the ring. The Mic slowly rolls into the ring with the house mic. Dave reaches into his pocket and hands the mic some cards. The mic looks at them briefly before looking back at Dave with a disgusted face. Dave simply outstretches an arm and flicks his hand telling The Mic to hurry up. The mic begins to read from the cards.]
Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen, in the ring Gracing us with his presence standing at a manly six foot three inches tall, weighing in at a rugged two hundred and thirty pounds and hailing from the heavy metal capital of the world...Glasgow, Scotland...The only thing that makes IEW worth watching...the man who for the past two weeks fooled all us imbeciles...'Dangerous' Dave Jess.
[The crowd is still giving Dave a mixed reaction.]
Jimmy: Man, Dave Jess might just be THE most arrogant man in IEW
Brutus: You took the words right outta my mouth
[Dave grabs the mic.]
Dave: Thank you, thank you...you're really too kind...So I guess you're all wondering what I'm doing out here right?...No, no it's not to rub it in about how I've been fooling you all into thinking I'm 'Man A' for the past few weeks...I mean you all had to sit through that god-awful Adrian Slayer speech on Sunday night so you've suffered enough...But actually, Mr. Slayer is part of the reason I'm out here tonight...You see...since Slayer chickened out of wrestling his IEW world championship is up for grabs...Now I look at the tournament tree...And what do I see?...I see the biggest travesty of justice since Slayer got his shit-stained fingers on the belt...Child-Molester Morris Foxx, my buddy Euan and some losers...Troy Bishop, Havok and Dream man...They all get byes to the next round...And I thought wait a minute!...I was in the ring with Slayer at the end of the last World Title tournament...It was me and him. Until his little butt buddy 'The Infamous Jack-ass' Mack Weaver, who I eliminated pulled me over the top rope...Did I ever get a rematch?...NO...Why?...Because Slayer feared me, he knew that...So if anyone deserves a bye through to the next round it should be me...But no...I have to wrestle like the rest of the chumps on this card...just like when Slayer cheated me out of the gold...Well, I'm not leaving this ring till Matt Rison comes out here and we can sort this out...
[With that 'A.D.I.D.A.S' by KoRn hits the PA and Matt Rison steps through the curtain with a mic. He's laughing pretty hard.]
Brutus: What's so funny?
Matt: Whoa, whoa, whoa...So let me get this straight Dave, you come out here and you piss and you moan and you expect me to just LET you through to the next round?
[Dave is leaning up against the ropes as he listens to Matt, he ponders for a minute.]
Dave: Well yeah, pretty much.
Matt: Well, Dave I can't do that for ya, I mean, if I was to let you through I'd have to let everyone through wouldn't I?...where would the sense be in that?...But here's what I will do...Next week, I'll yet you all the way through to the final match of the tournament...on one condition...You have to beat ME in a match!
Brutus: What?...Dave Jess vs. Matt Rison next week...That's huge!!!
Jimmy: Man...The second round of the tournament, then this...Next week's show's gonna be insane!
[Dave begins to pace around the ring.]
Dave: So let me get this straight...If I beat you next week I go straight into the championship match?
[Matt nods. Dave leans back up on the ropes.]
Dave: You're on!
[The crowd goes nuts at that announcement. Dave and Matt stare each other down as Matt heads back through the curtain.]
Brutus: I can't believe this, Dave Jess...Matt Rison, next week...This is awesome.
Rollings: Next up is the 3-way elimination match and this one looks to be a great contest tonight!
Brutus: Oh yeah! The Extreme Champion Rage takes on Tremor Christ and DNA,
one of my favourites here in IEW.
[Fear by Disturbed hits over the pa system and out walks Darien Nicholas
Adams. He raises his arms high over his head and you can see the anger and
confidence etched in his face. Fireworks explode either side of him as he
walks down the ramp. DNA smiles cockily before sliding into the ring and
crouching down, awaiting his opponents.]
The Mic: Coming down the aisle weighing 246 pounds and standing at 6ft 4ins
Darien Nicholas Adams!
Jimmy Rollings: This man has potential to be a legend in wrestling.
Brutus: I wouldn't doubt that for a second.
["Immortally Insane" by Pantera begins to play smoke risses from the vents
underneath the ramp. Suddenly a large set of pyro goes off and Rage runs
through the fire and settled smoke. He runs down to the ring and enters. ]
The Mic: Now on his way to the ring, weighing 289 pounds, and standing at
6ft 4ins, the IEW Extreme Champion, the offspring of xtremity.RAGE!
Jimmy Rollings: Everyone in that ring will have difficulty with that
talented, and arrogant man.
[Crazy Train hits and Tremor slowly makes his way from the back. He stands
atop the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face as he struts to the ring.
Tremor shakes a few hands and slides under the bottom rope.]
The Mic: Now coming down the aisle standing at 6ft 3ins and weighing 255
pounds, Tremor Christ!
Brutus: A newcomer to IEW, but he's very experienced, and could shock us all
here tonight!
[All men begin to stare at each other as the match begins. Suddenly DNA
makes a run and drives onto Rage and sends him into the corner. DNA starts
to give Rage blows to the midsection in the corner. Tremor Christ watches
on, and then as DNA finishes with Rage he turns only to meet Tremor with
full force. Christ knocks DNA over the top rope with a powerful super kick.]
Jimmy Rollings: Bloody hell! What a shot!
[Tremor starts to stomp on Rage. Rage slowly gets up to his feet. Despite
the kicking Rage rises and pummels Tremor to the floor. Tremor gets up and
tries to kick Rage, but he catches him, and whirls him over his head in a
capture suplex. Tremor falls right down next to a turnbuckle, which has DNA
on top of it! DNA leaps high and lands a body splash on Tremor.]
Ref: 1...2 Kick out!
Brutus: DNA is focused tonight!
[Rage goes outside the ring ropes and springboards over leg dropping DNA's
head. Ad DNA rolls out of the ring Tremor gets to his feet along side Rage
and the two men brawl for control. Tremor wins the punching exchange, and
throws Rage to the turnbuckle, which he follows up with a brilliant clothes
line. Rage collapse as the crowd cheer for Tremor.]
Jimmy Rollings: The Tremor Chug-alug !
Brutus: Tremor could win this right here!
[But he won't. DNA runs in the ring and grabs Tremor in a waist lock that
becomes a German Suplex. Tremor folds neatly from the landing and bounces
over onto his front. Rage gets to his feet and sweeps DNA's legs out from
under him. After some brutal stomps to the back of DNA's legs, Rage applies
the Superstar Sharpshooter.]
Jimmy Rollings: DNA! Don't tap! Not yet!
[DNA might have no choice. He struggles and struggles until Tremor breaks
the hold with a big boot to Rage. But DNA is still on the ground, so Tremor
executes a Boston Crab. DNA cries out in pain. Then Rage bulldogs Tremor to
the canvas. DNA rolls to the outside of the ring. Again a brawl and grapple
begins between Tremor and Rage. Tremor wins again. And kicks Rage in the
midsection. Rage doubles over and Tremor sets him up high for a pile driver,
but he arches Rage's legs over his shoulders. Tremor falls to his knees and
Rage Plummets head first into the canvas. Rage balances on his head for a
slight second, then falls with a thud onto the canvas.]
Brutus: Well I think that's Rage on the list for spinal surgery.
[Tremor then drops to his knees and begins to pin Rage, but then sees DNA
climbing back into the ring. He runs and knocks DNA off the apron and back
to the floor. Tremor turns back to see Rage getting slowly to his feet.
Without hesitation, Tremor picks rage up in a torture rack, and twists and
spins Rage down full force on his face. There is a grown from the crowd.
DNA manages to climb in the ring, and he lunges forward with a clothesline
to Tremor, which quickly becomes a hip toss and DNA falls back outside.]
Jimmy Rollings: DNA has spent the majority of the match on the outside of
the ring.
Brutus: I think it has been mostly involuntary though.
[Rage stands again, not going down so easily, and Tremor has no idea what to
do except kick Rage in the gut again. Now Tremor is going for the Crucifix
power bomb Well he would be, if DNA didn't hit him square in the love orbs.
Tremor falls holding his groin. DNA sees his chance and lifts Tremor up high
in the Pedigree power bomb! Tremor falls to the ground and buckles on his
landing. He lies motionless. DNA visits the turnbuckles one last time and
elbow drops Tremor, and hooks the leg of the pin.]
Ref: 1.2. (Rage makes his presence felt with a fabulous 450 splash.)
Jimmy Rollings: My god! Rage is unbelievable?
[Now Rage lies on top of both DNA and Tremor Christ. The Ref makes the count
again.]
Ref: 1.2..3 TREMOR CHRIST IS ELIMINATED.
Brutus: Now only two men left!
[DNA gets up slowly as Rage does. DNA grapples with Rage and holds him in a
head lock. Rage reverses it into a German suplex and DNA flies over him. DNA
quickly gets up and Rage clotheslines the back of his head. DNA gets up a
final time and Rage kicks him in the groin. Now Rage sets DNA up for the
Xtremity Maker. One power bomb is successful, but now a second is not going
to be possible as DNA has fastened his legs round Rage's face. Rage walks un
steadily with DNA wrapped round his face. Rage cannot keep his balance with
DNA landing blow after blow. Rage poleaxes backwards at a fearsome speed
with DNA still wrapped round his neck. As they fall DNA lands a leg drop
over Rage's face and as they land DNA is thrown over to the bottom rope
where he is hung throat first. Rage rolls around in agony, and DNA holds his
throat and chokes for a moment. Both men lie motionless as the referee
begins the count.]
Jimmy Rollins: Both men are down right now! What a hard hitting, fast paced
exchange we have just witnessed!
Brutus: If the ref counts both these guys out, nobody advances correct?
Jimmy Rollins: Thats exactly right.
[1..........2...........3...........4....Rage has managed to roll over to his
side, trying to shake off the blows DNA laid on him. DNA still favoring his
throat starts to cough as he is trying desperately to catch his breath, at the
same time trying to brace himself on that bottom
rope.4.........5.........6........7.......8..just before the ref hits nine Rage
is able to get to his feet. Shaking off the blows he walks over to DNA who is
trying to use the ropes to stand. One kick to the side of the ribcage from Rage
sends him back down to the canvas. Rage picks him up slowly by the hair, irish
whips him into the ropes and hits with a knee to the cut of DNA.]
Jimmy Rollins: Rage looks in command of this match and DNA, well he looks in
trouble at the moment!
[Rage shoves DNA into the corner, smashes his elbow to DNA's temple. He takes
two steps back and taunts the crowd and DNA to come out and hit him. Before DNA
can recover, Rage hits another elbow to DNA's temple. Rage whips DNA to the far
corner, where he hits very hard. Rage storms after him, DNA moves out of the way
and Rage's face hit the top turnbuckle with such force. DNA tries a schoolboy as
Rage stumbled backward. Ref counts.....1........2.......NO! Kickout by Rage, DNA
slaps the mat knowing he almost had Rage. AS he stands and turns, Rage quickly
nails a vicious clothesline. Rage again irish whips DNA who reverses but makes a
mistake by dipping down too fast for a back body drop....Rage sees it and hits a
swinging neck breaker. Rage gets off the mat and signals he's going to finish
DNA off.]
Jimmy Rollins: This could be it right here!
Brutus: I smell another X-tremity Maker attempt and here it comes!
[Rage places DNA's head between his legs and stalls for a moment before hoisting
him up onto his shoulders. Once DNA reaches Rage's shoulders he slips back,
landing on his feet on the mat infront of Rage. A stunned Rage receives a kick
to the groin bending him over. DNA quickly takes advantage and hits the PEDIGREE
POWERBOMB!]
Brutus: Just when you thought Rage had it signed sealed and delivered DNA just
hit his Pedigree Powerbomb!
Jimmy Rollins: This thing should be over!
[DNA covers Rage...ref counts.....1......2........3!! DING!! DING!! DING!!]
Jimmy Rollins: DNA did it!
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winner advancing to the second round of the
World Title Tournament, Darrien Nicholas Adams.....DNA!
[DNA celebrates in the ring as Rage is starting to slowly recover to understand
what had just happened.]
Jimmy Rollins: What a match, we have just seen DNA advance to the next round at
the expense of the IEW Extreme Champion Rage!
Brutus: I can guarantee you that Rage won't take this one laying down again. If I were DNA I'd be watching out for him in the coming weeks.
*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 in street clothes with a mic in his hand. Rizzo walks to the ring and he slides in. Rizzo starts to speak.*
Rizzo: Well well well, here we are, one week from the Bash, and only one man is still standing after a HELLACIOUS Temple of Doom match. Now, I don’t see “The Extreme One” anywhere, do you? That’s because he’s not going to be doing much of anything for a very long time. See, earlier this week, I took it upon myself to make sure that Havoc’s message was loud and clear, this is OUR house and we will protect it. I went and I made sure I kept a promise I made a long time ago. Ladies and gentlemen, you are now witness to the official end of the Adrian Slayer era.
*Rizzo points to the giant video screen and the scene switches to inside a Toys R Us. The picture quality suggests it was taken on someone’s home video. A crowd of children and their parents are lined up in front of a table. Above the table is a banner that says “IEW World Champion Adrian Slayer.” Slayer is behind the table, signing autographs. Suddenly, Rizzo comes from behind Slayer and he slams an aluminum baseball bat on his back. The kids start screaming and cell phones pop out.*
Rizzo: Feel the burn baby!! Now, how’d it feel? You sure those ribs don’t hurt you, huh?
*Rizzo nails Slayer again with the bat to the ribs.*
Rizzo: Shit man, I think I just heard your last good one go snap, crackle ad pop. That didn’t sound good at all!
*A good number of parents are on the phone to 911. Various versions of the story are being told as Rizzo continues his assault.*
Rizzo: Do you believe in karma Adrian? Because I sure as hell do. Right now, you are a victim of your own bad karma. You lied, cheated and stole your way to the top, and now I’m here to make sure you get your just due.
*Rizzo slams the bat on Slayer’s ribs again before discarding it. Rizzo picks Slayer up and he executes a backbreaker. Rizzo lays Slayer face down on the floor. Rizzo kneels on Slayer’s back. Rizzo grabs Slayer’s legs with one arm and the he hooks under the throat with another. Rizzo leans back until he’s on his back with Slayer bent over his knees high up the air. Slayer screams in pain as Rizzo jerks him down on the knees by his throat and legs.*
Rizzo: Feel that bitch? That’s your career ending the only way I will allow it. Here’s to a long and fruitful crippled life.
*Rizzo lets go just as the cops burst into the room.*
Rizzo: Great, the f****g Keystones.
*The cops handcuff Rizzo and haul him out of the store. The scene cuts back to Rizzo in the ring, laughing.*
Rizzo: Now, Mr. Assassin, how dumb do you feel now? Do you feel as bad as Slayer’s injured back and ribs? You call me a petty thief when you, my friend, were following the biggest thief who ever lived. Silencer, you better start living up to your name, because if you peep the name Havoc once more, or if you dare to interfere in our business, you will suffer the same fate as your broken hero. Good night, and see you in a few!
*Rizzo drops the mic as the music kicks in again. Rizzo exits to a loud chorus of boos.*
Jimmy: My God, what in the hell did he do? How the hell did he get away with that?
Brutus: He was just doing the community a service. The law doesn’t punish true heroes like Rizzo.
Jimmy: You’re just as twisted as Rizzo, you know that?
JR: And now onto our next match up….
BB: Yeah…the elimination tag match….should be a good one….
JR: Heres the Mic with intros….
Mic: the following contest is an elimination tag team match….Introducing first….the team of Nick “The Sledgehammer” Sloan and Thomo!
The house lights dim to almost nothing. The giant video screen flashes pictures of buildings being demolished as the opening chords of "Not Today' by Hotwire start up.
"I'm coming."
The screen spells out the word "Sledgehammer" and then the lights go all black.
"I'm coming. NOW!"
The pyros blast as the heavy guitars and drums kick in. Nick "Sledgehammer" Sloan and Thomo emerge as the flood lights turn blue and multi-colored spotlights flash. Sloan walks to the ring and he climbs in, Thomo slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Sloan stretches on the ropes in preparation for his match.
Mic: and the opponents….the Team of Gulgameck and Magnum!
The lights go out in the arena completely, For Whom The Bell Tolls kicks off, one the video screen a picture of a tall individual standing in front of a white light is shown. It appears gritty as if filmed on 8mm.AS the chorus kicks in, one bright white light shines out from the entranceway, the only light on in the entire arena, mist rises from both sides of the walkway. Out slowly walks Gulgameck, and Magnum, stopping just as they enter the arena. From the white light behind him all u can see is the outlined form of a massive man. He slowly makes his way to the ring. When he reaches ringside he stops for a moment, reaches up with one hand grabbing the top rope to pull himself up. Swinging one leg over the top he enters the ring. Magnum just climbs up the apron and into the ring.
JR: All four combatants have made their way out….
Ding Ding Ding
BB: And we are under way!
Sloan and Magnum are both in the ring to start the bout….Sloan quickly walks up to the ref and shoves him down to the mat, he then picks up the ref…..Magnum takes a running start at Sloan….but Sloan quickly pulls the ref in front of him and moves out of the way….Magnum hits the referee with a clothesline by accident.
JR: The match is just underway and the ref already gets hit in the opening seconds….
BB: Yeah it looks like the guy is hurtin too…
Sloan quickly grabs Magnum and connects with a huge chokeslam…..Sloan quickly jets out of the ring and grabs a chair….Magnum slowly makes his way to his feet as Sloan lifts the chair over his head….
BB: Sloan! Don’t do it….the ref isn’t knocked out!
JR: For once your right! The ref is watching the whole thing….
With a sickening thud Nick Sloan pelts Magnum in the head with the steel chair….the ref immediately calls for the bell disqualifying Nick Sloan….Sloan smiles and leaves the ring with the chair….
JR: Nick Sloan is eliminated just like that….and Magnum….oh god Magnum is busted wide open from that chair shot!
BB: Oh man…look at that blood flow…kinda reminds me of my days as a wrestler….that blood is soooo sweet!
Thomo comes running into the ring and quickly goes for the cover……
1……………………………
2……………………………….(Gulgameck climbs through the ropes……)
3…………………..
JR: NO! Gulgameck with the save for his partner….
BB: Man that was close and Magnum aint even moving!!!!
Gulgameck quickly grabs Thomo by the head and executes a huge big boot to the cranium of Thomo…..Gulgameck grabs Magnums hand and drags him over to the their corner….he lifts Magnums hand and makes the tag to himself.
JR: Gulgameck tags himself in….
BB: And boy is Thomo in for a rude awakening!
Gulgameck grabs Thomo by the throat and begins choking him. The ref administers the count….he gets to four and Guglmeck then lifts thomo over his shoulder and connects with a running powerslam….
JR: That power slam had some authority….
BB: Look at Thomo….hes wiggling around….this is great….the painful look on his face makes me so greatful to be involved with this sport….
JR: You’re a sadistic b*stard…
BB: Takes one to know one….ha ha…..
Gulgameck picks up Thomo by the hair once again and connects with a kick to the midsection….he signals for the end….
JR: You know what this means right?
BB: The Purification!!!!!
JR: Indeed!
Gulgameck lifts Thomo over his head and powerbombs him…..he still holds on after and lifts him for a second powerbomb and this one has more authority…..Gulgameck drops on top of Thomo for the pin….
JR: This is it….its gotta be over….
1……………….
2………………
3………………
Ding Ding Ding
Mic: The winners of the tag team elimination match….Gulgameck and Magnum!
JR: Impressive win by these two fine men!
BB: And look at this…Gulgameck is helping his battered buddy up and raising his hand….
JR: You know if Sloan hadn’t crushed Magnums head, these two could have been an impressive tag team….
As Thomo roles out of the ring Gulgameck quickly puts his whole hand around Magnums neck….he picks Magnum up over his head and begins doing reps with the near lifeless magnum.
JR: What is he doing…..Magnum is his partner….
BB: I guess not any more!
Thomo finally stands on the outside of the ring to see what is going on….Gulgameck sees Thomo out there and Throws Magnum over the top rope and onto Thomo!
JR: I guess he got rid of two birds with one stone there!
BB: Yeah….whatever….Gulgameck doesn’t need any one….the guy is a friggin beast!
For whom the bell tolls begins to blast as Gulgameck goes to the corner and celebrates his victory……
Our next tournament match up features a very heavy favorite to
win this thing Rizzo taking on Spike Machinko in an I-Quit Match. It's gonna be
interesting because earlier we saw Rizzo getting his revenge against former IEW
Heavyweight Champion Adrian Slayer!
Brutus: Rizzo got the last word if you ask me.
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen are next Tournament contest is an I-Quit Match!
First making his way down to the ring, accompanied by Nick " The Sledgehammer "
Sloan and Heidi.....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....
*Before The Mic can start the introduction Spike Machinko comes sprinting from
the locker room. He slides underneath the bottom rope and charges at Rizzo who
sees it coming and is able to pull down on the top rope allowing the big man to
spill all the way to the floor.
Jimmy Rollins: We are underway, the big guy tried to get a jump on Rizzo and it
backfired in a big way!
Brutus: That's what you get for being impulsive.
*Spike is onto one knee on the floor trying to shake off the hard fall he
experienced. Rizzo goes up top, he drops Spike with a top rope splash to the
floor. The back of Spike's head smacked off the guardrail. Rizzo slowly gets up
and starts laying his boots into the side of Spike who is still down. Rizzo
slowly picks Spike up by the hair and then shoves his back hard against the
steel. Rizzo against heads up top, this time poised for a moonsault. This time
Spike was able to catch Rizzo on his shoulder. Spike moves Rizzo down into a
body slam position, steps back and rams Rizzo's back onto the hard steel ring
post. Rizzo is slumped against the post favoring his back. Spike steps back
taunting Rizzo, he charges at Rizzo and gets nothing but hard steel to his
shoulder. Spike is bent over holding his shoulder. Rizzo then again rams Spikes
shoulder against the post, Machinko is wincing in pain favoring that shoulder
heavily. Rizzo is able to roll the big Machinko bag into the ring. Rizzo stays
outside, looks underneath the ring for a moment before tossing a chair into the
ring. Rizzo slides back in and picks up the chair. Machinko slowly gets up and
walks right into a chair shot to his shoulder from Rizzo. It sends Spike down to
one knee still favoring the shoulder. Rizzo teasing the big spike walks to his
side and again hits a vicious chair shot to the big guys ailing shoulder.*
Jimmy Rollins: I would not be surprised if Spikes shoulder has been dislocated.
* Rizzo pulls Spike up by the hair, brings him over to the corner and twists
Machinko's injured limb into an armbar. Rizzo walks up the turnubuckle to the
top rope, still with Spikes arm twisted. Rizzo jumps off top turnbuckle to the
floor pulling Machinkos arm as he goes down then releases just before he lands
on the outside causing Spikes arm to snap down and back violently.The ref starts
to ask Spike if he gives up, the shoulder is looking pretty bad right now. Rizzo
stands on the outside for a moment smirking as he watches Spike hold his injured
limb. Rizzo slowly slides underneath the bottom rope. Lays some punches onto
Spikes shoulder, then a dropkick. Rizzo lays some haymackers on the Spikes
cranium. Rizzo bounces off the ropes but gets caught by a massive clothesline
from Spikes only good arm left. Spike desperatley trying to buy some time for
his shoulder.*
Jimmy Rollins: Well Spike right now needs to be thinking that for the rest of
this match he has to wrestle Rizzo with one arm.
Brutus: Do you see the size of the man? Do you think that really matters?
* Spike lays some stomps on Rizzon, picks him up by his neck with his only good
arm and shoves him very roughly back into the corner, Spike steps back and
misses a corner splash as Rizzo moved out of the way. Again the shoulder took
another massive impact. Spike stumbled away from the corner, Rizzo is able to
clip Spikes left leg. Rizzo lands three swift kicks to the hurting leg of Spike.
Machinko now is trying to shake off the stinging from his knee. Spike hobbles
around he gets closer to the corner, Rizzo takes the chair again and viciously
slams it into Spikes good leg sending him crashing to the mat. Rizzo slides
outside pulling Spike towards the ring post, placing both his legs on either
side of the post. He slams Spikes legs several times against the steel post.*
Jimmy Rollins: Spike is in deep trouble now he's got two injured limbs and Rizzo
is not being sympathetic in the least bit.
*Rizzo pulls the chair outside and slams it against the knee which in turn is
squashed against the steel ring post. Rizzo repeats that sequence several times.
The chair infact was dented. Rizzo drops the chair and then is able to hook in a
figure four around the ring post!*
Brutus: This is it, Rizzo is going to advance!
Jimmy Rollins: That knee of Spike must be throbbing and now the figure four is
locked in, remember now the referee can not make Rizzo break this even if Spike
grabs the ropes.
* Rizzo is yanking back as the hold is still locked in, Spike could be hear
screaming in agony a few rows up into the stands. He still doesnt give. Rizzo
eventually releases the hold. Spike roughly is able to drag himself away from
the ringpost and into the middle of the ring. He is still down and with all the
serious punishment done to that knee it would be surprising if he can even stand
up anymore. Rizzo slides back in, grabs the knee...places his foot onto the back
of Spikes hurt knee while grabbing Spikes foot and rams the knee roughly back
down to the canvas. Spike is flat on his stomach with his hand down holding the
knee. Rizzo stretches out the hurt arm, steps back and hits a legdrop roughly
onto the shoulder.*
Rizzo: Going back to the shoulder now, Spike is like a hurt animal.
*Spike is on the mat just in pain. Heidi and Sloan still looking on from the
outside watching Rizzo take the big man apart. Spike rolls over to the ropes,
with his one good arm he is trying to use the ropes to pull himself back to his
feet. The ref is still checking if he wants to give up. Obviously Spike is still
refusing. Rizzo is standing back almost amused at the site of the 7 footer
struggily mightily to get to his feet using the ropes. Finally after a very
difficult time Spike is back on his feet while still bracing the top rope. Rizzo
in the meantime got himself a new chair, as Spike slowly turns around...Rizzo
nails the side of his face with a chair shot sending Spike facie first to the
mat. Rizzo wastes no time he locks Spikes arms and bridges back into....The
Shocker!*
Jimmy Rollins: There was a method to his madness now Rizzo has The Shocker
locked in! I dont know how long Spike can keep up with this pain.
Brutus: Like i said Rizzo is advancing!
*The ref is right in Spikes face asking him if he gives up. Spike is screaming
in pain, he keeps shaking his head no to the refs questions. Rizzo has The
Shocker tightily locked in. The ref still keeps asking Spike. Eventually Spike
gave out one last scream before he started saying I-Quit over and over. The ref
signals for the bell* DING! DING! DING!
Jimmy Rollins: That's it Rizzo has done it!
Brutus: What did i tell you?
Jimmy Rollins: He is now on step closer to the World Title he desperatley wants.
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner....Rizzo!
*The ref raises Rizzo's hand. As he does Matt Rison walks out clapping, with a mic in one hand. Rizzo is smiling as Rison starts to speak at the top of the ramp.*
Matt: Well there Rizzo, looks like you are one step closer to the title that eluded you a few short weeks ago But you know what buddy, I got some bad news for you. See, I can appreciate the fact that you feel you deserved the IEW title. I also appreciate the fact that you just couldn't allow Slayer to have the last word. However, what you need to appreciate is the fact that you crossed the line buddy boy.
*Rizzo starts making the "title around my waist" motion while yelling and Rison.*
Rison: See, I can't let your outrageous aggression go unchecked. So effective immediately, you are hereby suspended from the IEW for one month. As a result, you hereby forfeit your match to Spike Mackino. Looks like you'll be waiting a bit longer for you title shot. Maybe this will get you to think about the consequences of your actions.
*Rizzo goes crazy in the ring. A busload of security guys come out from the back and they make their way down to the ring. Rizzo stands tall, middle finger brandished at Rison, as the security filters into the ring. One guy touches Rizzo's shoulder and Rizzo pushes him off.*
Rison: Guys, get him out of my arena. See you in a month Riz!
*The security guys grab Rizzo and they drag him out of the ring. Rizzo kicks and spits and yells all the way up the ramp. Rison laughs as the security guards drag Rizzo past him. Rizzo spits on Rison before he disappears into the back.*
Rison: Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the rest of the show.
Matt Rison turns around and walks up to the backstage curtain before turning around and walking back to the front of the ramp. He looks down to the ring where Spike Machinko is just beginning to get back to his feet.]
Matt: And by the way Spike, for losing to someone as worthless to the structure of this business as Rizzo is, don't bother showing up next week. You're FIRED!!!
*Rison disappears into the back and the scene cuts to Jimmy and Brutus.*
Brutus: RIZZO WAS ROBBED AGAIN!! What the hell does that man have to do to get his just dues?
Jimmy: I think he just did. What he did was disgusting, uncivilized and even perverted. That man deserves just what he got!
Brutus: Rizzo didn't do anything but finish business from where Slayer chickened out.
Jimmy: Speaking of chickens, why don't we go one more animal up the food chain and get on to the main event of the evening?
Brutus: Sounds like a good idea to me.
The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the IEW Intercontinental Championship. Coming to the ring first he is the challenger. He hails from Kirkcaldy, Soctland an he weighs in at 130 pounds.. 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 while leading a white horse, and he 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. Mackie feeds the horse a little but and then he enters the ring. 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.]
The Mic: And his opponent hails from New York City, New York and he weighs in at 240 pounds. He is the current reigning IEW Intercontinental Champion… “Millennium” Morris Foxx!!
[The lights dim to black when on the tron an image of the work Millennium is shown written in many different styles. Some People Hate by Jay-Z begins to play over the PA when you can hear Morris Foxx's murmur the words.
"Oh! This must be the way the 'Pac felt when he made
Me Against the World, All Eyez on Me
People got me feelin like "all eyes on me",
"me against the world"
Mmm, y'all got me on at the top of my game
Thought people would appreciate what I did to this game
Being that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from
We share basically the same stories
Thought people would appreciate what I came and did
since ninety-six, every year
Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world
I know y'all ain't hatin"
Morris Foxx comes out to the reaction to the crowd. As he comes out Trinity comes behind him. Foxx just stands there and scans the crowd until Trinity makes her way down the isle. As Trinity begins to walk, Foxx comes behind her and poses in the middle of the isle as pyros blast off at the top of the ramp. Foxx makes it down to the ring apron and climbs up, he lets Trinity in and enters after her. Foxx gets in the ring and taunts the crowd as he awaits his match.]
Brutus: What in the hell is that thing doing here?
Jimmy Rollings: Good question.
*The bell rings and both men circle the ring. Foxx goes to lock up with Mackie but Mackie does a somersault out of the way. Mackie gets up and he catches Foxx off guard with a series of chops. Mackie goes for an Irish whip but Foxx reverses it. Mackie leapfrogs Foxx and bounces back at Foxx with a flying forearm. Mackie backs Foxx into the corner with a flurry of cops and kicks. Mackie crushes Foxx with a European uppercut. Mackie whips Foxx into the opposite corner and he charges. Foxx gets his knee up and it nails Mackie in the face. Foxx charges out of the corner and he levels Mackie with a clothesline.*
Brutus: Mackie is a glutton for punishment. Foxx isn’t the biggest guy around, but he’s GINORMOUS compared to Mackie!
*Foxx lifts Mackie to his feet and he drops EG with a big right. EG gets up and Foxx meets him with a boot to the gut. Foxx throws Mackie down with a gutwrench suplex. Foxx lifts Mackie up and he pushes him into the corner. Foxx grabs the middle ropes and he drives his shoulder into Mackie’s gut several times. Foxx drags Mackie out of the corner and he nails a quick vertical suplex. Foxx floats over for the cover.*
1….
2….
JR: Little old Mackie can take some punishment, that’s for sure!
*Foxx lifts Mackie up and he props EG up on his shoulder. Foxx charges at the corner but Mackie slides off and he pushes Foxx into the corner. As Foxx bounces out of the corner Mackie rolls him up.*
1…
2…
Brutus: WOW that was too damn close to call!! Mackie nearly stole this one!
*Foxx and Mackie stand up. Foxx goes for a clothesline and Mackie grabs onto Foxx’s arm, gets up on Foxx’s back, and takes Foxx down with a crucifix pin.*
1…
2…
th NO!!
JR: Mackie keeps catching Foxx by surprise! He’s a lot faster than Foxx thought.
*Foxx and Mackie stand up and Foxx pokes EG in the eye. Foxx chops Mackie hard across the chest several times. Foxx executes an Irish whip and he crushes Mackie with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Foxx stands up and he drops an elbow on Mackie’s chest. Foxx hooks the leg.*
1…
2…
thr NO!!
Brutus: Alright, now the ref is just being retarded. That was SUCH a 3 count!
*Foxx lifts Mackie up and he slaps him in the face. Foxx whips Mackie hard into the corner. Foxx charges at Mackie and Mackie gets out of the way. Foxx hits the corner face first and he stumbles out of the corner. Mackie springs up to the top rope and he takes Foxx down with a top rope somersault neckbreaker. Mackie quickly covers.*
1…
2…
thre NO!!
JR: HOLY CRAP! We almost had a new IC champ. And what a MOVE by Mackie!
*Mackie gets to his feet and he kicks away at Foxx. Mackie lifts Foxx up and he connects with a couple of European uppercuts. Mackie pushes Foxx into the corner and he dropkicks him square in the face. Foxx falls on his ass, sitting up in the corner. Mackie backs up, charges, and baseball slides right into Foxx’s lower area.*
Brutus: DISQUALIFY HIM!!!
*Foxx rolls out of the ring holding his balls. The ref starts to count. 1…. 2.... 3…. 4…. Foxx stands up and as he does Mackie catapults himself over the top and onto Foxx with a cross body press. 1….. 2….. Mackie stands up and he drags Foxx to his feet. Mackie tries to whip Foxx into the steel steps but Foxx reverses it sending Mackie back first into the steps. 3…. 4… Foxx picks Mackie up and he slams his face into the steel post. 6…. Foxx rolls Mackie into the ring. As the ref checks on Mackie, Bengal Supreme emerges from the crowd. Bengal grabs Foxx and he nails a reverse DDT from a Samoan drop position. Bengal rolls Foxx into the ring and he disappears into the crowd.*
Brusts: WHAT THE HELL!!! He has NO business being out here!
JR: Foxx is in deep trouble! He just got hit with the Rising Sun on the outside by Bengal Supreme!!!
*Mackie crawls over to Foxx and he covers.*
1….
2…
3!!
Brutus: THIS AND THAT *points to a mound on the floor* IS HORSESH*T.
JR: It is what it is.
The Mic: The winner of this match and NEW IEW Intercontinental Champion… EG MACKIE!!
JR: This was truly an upset!
Brutus: Sh*tt*ng a sailboat is an upset, this is a f*****g catastrophe!
*Mackie rolls out of the ring and he mounts the horse. Mackie rides to the back holding up the title belt.*
Rollings: E.G. Mackie is the new Intercontinental Champion. This has been a great night of wrestling.
Brutus: I'm glad you think so.
[End Transmission.]