Dark Matches:
IEW Dark Match: Underdogg vs. Jefe Martinez
In his debut, Underdogg faced off against the Mexican Pimp. At first, Jefe had a good showing, but the tides turned in favor of Underdogg and they never went back Jefe’s way. A double arm DDT finished Jefe off for the 3 count.
IEW Dark Match: "The Ace" Chris Booth vs. The One
In the second debut match, The Ace took on The One. Chris Booth took it to The One from the get go, and he ended the match quickly with a pulling piledriver for a three count.
On Air Event:
( The camera pans the crowd as the mic starts talking. )
The Mic- Ladies and Gentleman, the following Fire Side Chat has been taken out of IEW commercial time and paid for by your home town hero ... Hugh Bristic!
( The crowd boo's at the mention of his name. )
The Mic- It is a very special Nations Capital Fire Side Chat!
( The camera zooms into the ring and we see the special set-up. The ring has a podium set up in the center. Surrounding it are about 6' feet 3d cardboard models. On one side of the podium is a model of the Lincoln Memorial and the Capital. On the otherside is the Washington Monument and the White House. Behind the podium is the usual fake fireplace, with bright red and yellow strips moving at a fast pace to simulate a fire. Then all of a sudden "Pomp and Circumstance" hits the speakers. The crowd boo's heavily. )
The Mic- Please rise for your home-town hero, he is the only multi-time IEW champion and the longest reigning IEW Champion ... Hugh Bristic!
( The crowd boos some more as Hugh Bristic steps out from the back, and with slow and cocky strides, makes his way to the ring. He does a little circle in the ring, soaking in the boo's as if they were cheers. He gets up the podium where a mic has already been attached. )
Hugh Bristic- Washintonians!!! It is so great to be back in the city of my most favorite of my lavish homes. A city that represents many of the characteristics I bring to this ring every day. Intelligence, charisma, excellence ...
( The crowd boos. )
Hugh- I am here tonight to offer my gratitude for your support over the past year and a half of my IEW and wrestling career. And I am glad to finally be able to wrestle here in my favorite of all cities. I have also come tonight, to give you something new to cheer about. A new idea from my brilliant mind. One that will offer opportunity for the very best of the IEW roster. And entertainment for all of my fellow Washintonians.
JR- Does he actually think these people cheering him. There booing him out of the building!
Brutus- They sound like cheers to me Jimmy. Hugh is in his element here tonight. And I for one can't wait to here his great idea.
JR- I am sure it will actually benefit someone else other then him.
Brutus- Hugh's always had great ideas Jimmy, and they benefit all the IEW and its fans.
JR- Name one.
Brutus- The Fire Side Chat, the Wrestle Offs
JR- Hugh was trying to benefit one person with all that, himself!
Hugh Bristic- When I go into the back of that IEW locker room, I feel like it's missing something. Well, we all know it's missing talent.
( Boos. )
Hugh- But it is also missing that party atmosphere. It is missing organization. And perhaps most importantly, it's missing any bond of true brotherhood. That is why tonight I am annoucing the formation of a new organization. Well, not new, but pioneering this organization into a new field. We have one for elderly men, we have one for young college men and women, we even have many for different professions. But never, has there ever been ... a Professional Wrestling Fraternity. Or to be more precise, since the International Fraternity Council wasn't being so cooperative ... I am annoucing the formation of the first ever Professional Wrestling Secret Society!!!! And I am announcing that soon enough I will begin the rush process, and sort out the elite, and the best this company has to offer. Those lucky few will be given the opportunity to join the greatest IEW Champion in this company's history, in a bond of brotherhood!
( The crowd offers a mixed reaction at this. )
Brutus- What a GREAT idea!
JR- Knowing the jerks that Hugh will probably pick, I doubt that.
Hugh- Now before I exit, I ask that I recieve a proper Home town hero reaction. A celebration of excellence for the only multi-time IEW Champion and the longest reigning IEW Champion. How about it, give me some cheers...
( The crowd boos Hugh but he opens a wide smile, taking them all in as cheers. Hugh steps out from the ring and makes his way back up the ramp. )
JR- He's crazy to think these people actually like him.
Brutus- They love him, he's the hometown hero!
The scene changes to backstage where Malachi and his trainer Jonah are walking down a corridor quite fast. Malachi is in his full in-ring gear and looks pretty hyped up.)
Jonah: Well, I can see you’re all ready for tonight then?
Malachi: (with a big smile on his face) You’re damn RIGHT I am! You know me, I’d never want to disappoint the great fans here in WASH-ING-TON D.C!!!!!! (The crowd pops loudly at the mention of their home).
Jonah: That’s what I like to hear buddy! We’ll just re-tape your wrists and then you’ll be set.
(They both approach Malachi’s dressing room, and Jonah takes the lead, opening the door showing the room with its lights off. Jonah goes to flick the lights on but only a spotlight comes on, revealing a figure that is deformed sitting on a chair. The figure gets up from the chair and slowly walks over to Malachi and Jonah with the spotlight following along. The figure looks at Malachi as if staring through him.)
Malachi: (after a good few seconds looking right back at the figure, raising his eyebrows)……….. Hmmph.
Figure: Hello, Malachi, you know me, but I want to play a game. There is a way you can win this, and that is to find these clues that is hidden all over the arena for you. You have 45 minutes from now to find all these clues and to find me. Watch your step, there maybe something that could “trip” you up.
Malachi: What the hell, you DO realise I have a match pretty much in a minute, right?….
(The figure does not respond in any way. Malachi looks at Jonah who shrugs back, before addressing it again.)
Malachi: ... So I know you huh? Something tells me I really don’t. And besides, what makes you think you know anything about who I am?
Figure: Malachi, a guy who thinks he is the most popular man since Jesus Christ, a man who thinks he is bigger then the so-called saviour of human kind. If you were so popular then you would've been champion right now.
Malachi: (smugly) Aha! (with his trademark smirk on his face) So you HAVE heard of me….
Figure: Hmm, another pointless joke, just like everything you do in the IEW. If you were serious about serious competition and getting sour competition and not getting that lackluster match or matches then your facing the wrong person or people. If you face the right person then you will get those matches. Yet, I can see into your soul and see your afraid of true competition and that lackluster match. What do you have to lose? Follow your eyes and make your choice.
(The figure crumples in a heap in front of Malachi and Jonah and the lights suddenly come on and on the bathroom wall, written in oil it says, “Only you know what to do. Follow your heart, you know what to do.”)
Malachi: I guess I should be getting freaked out right now, yeah?
Jonah: I’d have thought so, but I know you won’t be.
Malachi: Hmmmm, I’m more intrigued than anything… although a bit worried. God knows what’s in store.
(Malachi reaches into the rubble and pulls out a picture of a boiler room. He looks at it confused for a few seconds.)
Jonah: Mal, check the back man.
(Following Jonah’s advice, Mal turns it over, only to reveal a message on the back.)
Malachi: …. Hmmm….“Can you find me?”
(Malachi looks at the message quizzically while Jonah looks around the room. The scene then changes back to ringside.)
The Mic: The following contest is schedule for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he hails from Wolverhampton, England and he weighs in at 220 pounds… MALACHI!
[The scene shows the arena, when suddenly the Jumbotron starts to flicker and get filled with static, causing the house lights to go on and off sporadically. After a few seconds, "Insomnia" by Feeder starts up, the arena lights cut out, and colored beams of light move randomly around the stage. The JumboTron flashes up the word "Malachi" along with Mal doing such moves as the hurracaranna, rope flip, Frog Splash, and his finisher "The Fallout." After a few seconds Malachi emerges on the stage, signaling to the crowd as they cheer. Then as the lyrics kick in, he stands at the top of the ramp sideways on with his left hand in his pocket and his right arm in front of him, and then he swings his right arm above his head with his fingers about to click, and as he brings it down, he clicks his fingers and their there are huge pyro explosions on either side of him on the stage. He then walks down to the ring greeting fans, climbs in, and gets onto the middle rope on one of the sides, holding the top rope with his left arm and signalling to the crowd with his right. He then goes to the other side of the ring and does the same.]
The Mic: And his opponent hails from Hollywood, California, USA and he weighs in at 205 pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by Sister Starlett….. Here is Johnny Contour!
[“Believe” by Breaking Benjamin blares very loudly, as the lights flicker very quickly to make, creating a slow motion image. Images of Johnny doing very dangerous moves and spots over his short career appear on the large screen. Sister Starlet walks out wearing her very short mini skirt and tight top in her “Nun Robe”. As the lyrics are heard, Johnny jogs out and points to the crowd and hits his chest with a clenched fist and points to the crowd, receiving a huge pop. Johnny then tags the fans hands along the way down to the ring, with Sister Starlet following Johnny, swaying her hips. When they get to the ring, Johnny holds the ropes down for her, so Sister Starlet can get in. When Johnny gets in, climbs the nearest turnbuckle, again he hits his chest and points to the crowd, once again getting a huge pop. Johnny then back flips off the top and gets ready for his match.]
Jimmy: This ought to be a great match!
[Just before the match starts, “Prayer” by Disturbed plays very loudly as fog machines kick in and pour out heavy fog as Tommy “Showtime” Contour stands in a Jericho Style Pose until the lyrics kick in. When they do, Tommy quickly spins around and puts his arms in the air, receiving many boos from the crowd. Reverend Rougeau and Tommy make their way slowly to the ring as Johnny stares at him and goes to confront him, but the ref holds him back. ]
JR: What the hell are they doing here?
B: Why not ask Tommy!
Just then Tommy and Reverend Rougeau sit down and make spare head seats and take two steal chairs and join Jimmy and Brutus.
B: Weclome guys! What brings you down here?
TC: I'll tell you what brings us down here. I am taking part in the IEW Lightweight championship tournament next against an old foe of mine, Croc. When I beat him, I'd like to what I'm up against, not that it matters though, as I am with out a dout, the single greatest wrestler to ever set foot in any wrestling ring. I am scouting out poetinal opponents. That's it.
JR: It has nothing to do with Johnny being the tournament as well and that your feuding with him”
RR: No, it doesn't! Are you calling The Great Tommy Contour, the future of IEW, the saviour of professional wrestling, a lair?
JR: Well...
RR: Shut up and call the damn match. Do your job for once!
(The ref calls for the bell. Both men circle the ring before locking up. Mal puts Johnny in a headlock. Johnny pushes Mal off and into the ropes. Malachi bounces off the he hits JC with a shoulder. Mal bounces off again as Johnny gets up. Johnny ducks a clothesline. Mal bounces off again and Johnny nails a standing dropkick. Mal and Johnny both sprigs up. Johnny puts Mal on the mat with an arm drag takedown. He applies an armlock. Mal and Johnny both stand up and Mal hits a couple elbows to Mal’s midsection. Mal lands a hard thrust kick to JC’s midsection and then he follows it up with a running knee lift. Johnny gets up as Mal bounces off the ropes. Malachi hits Johnny with a flying forearm smash. Mal covers.)
TC: That was fun. Match’s over.
1….
2..
Kickout.
Jimmy: Not quite. Johnny’s a lot tougher than you’re giving him credit for.
(Mal and Johnny both get up, with Mal hitting a few forearm smashes. Mal goes to whip JC into the ropes, but Johnny reverses it. Malachi bounces back and Johnny executes a back body drop. Mal gets up and Johnny clotheslines him right back down. Johnny lifts Mal up and he hits a snapmare. Johnny lands a stiff kick to Mal’s back, sending a loud *SMACK* throughout the arena. Johnny picks Mal up and he whips Mal into the corner. Johnny charges and he gets hit with a boot to the face. Mal pulls himself up to the 2nd rope and he nails Johnny with a flying elbow smash. Mal gets back up and he drags Johnny to his feet. Mal whips Johnny into the ropes. Johnny holds on to the ropes as Mal jumps for a dropkick. Johnny peels Mal off the mat and he hits a vertical suplex. Johnny stands up and he quickly drops a leg across Mal’s throat. Johnny covers.*
RR: This is quite the boring match. Johnny has NOTHING on Tommy.
Brutus: I’ll give ya that.
1….
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Kickout.
Jimmy: Malachi kicked out, but Johnny’s finally found his groove.
(Johnny stands up and Mal also gets to his feet. Johnny hits a few rights to the face, backing Mal into the corner. Johnny hits a few more rights and then he sits Mal on the top. Johnny starts to climb up, but Malachi fights him off. Mal pushes Johnny off. Johnny gets back to his feet and Malachi hits a missile dropkick. Both men are down for a moment.)
Brutus: Whoever wins this match is still a loser in my book.
Tommy: Next week, the real heart and soul of the Directors will advance. That’s’ for sure.
(Malachi stands up and he drags Johnny to his feet. Malachi lands a few boots to the midsection and then he hits a DDT. Mal quickly goes to the rope, and he lands on top of Johnny with a top rope splash. Mal stays on top and he hooks the leg for the pin attempt.)
Jimmy: What a lightning quick series of moves. That could be just what Malachi needs to win this!
1….
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Kickout.
Brutus: Boo! That was as slow of a count as I’ve EVER seen!
Tommy: It’s going to be all fine. Sooner or later, Johnny will succumb.
(Mal stands up and he goes to the top rope again. He climbs up as Johnny starts to stand up. JC turns around, and as he does, Malachi flies. Johnny nails Malachi with a dropkick to the midsection in mid air. Both men fall to the mat. Johnny pulls himself up and he lifts Malachi to his feet. Johnny scoops Mal off his feet and he nails a body slam. Johnny picks Mal back up and he executes an Irish whip. Johnny catches Mal and he hits a Samoan drop. Johnny springs to his feet and he hits a standing senton. Johnny covers.)
1…
2…
Tommy: And like usual, Johnny can’t keep his opponent down. The only person he COULD keep down was his own partner.
Rougeau: Amen to that.
Jimmy: I think you guys are a tad delusional.
(Johnny gets to his feet and he picks Mal up. Johnny lands a few rights before executing a backbreaker. Johnny runs to the ropes, and then he hits a springboard moonsault off the 2nd rope. Johnny stays on top for the cover.)
1….
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Kickout.
Brutus: Man, Malachi is as hard to kill as herpes.
Jimmy: Only you’d know about that.
(In the ring, Johnny gets up and once again he picks Mal up. Mal grabs Johnny by the head and he drops with a jawbreaker. Johnny staggers backwards as Mal stands up. Jhonny charges at Mal, but Mal hits a drop toe hold. Mal picks Johnny back up and then he throws JC face first with a front face slam. Mal lifts Johnny up and eh backs JC into the corner. Mal grabs his head and he drives JC head first into the mat with a tornado DDT. Malachi covers.)
Jimmy: Wow, Malachi’s really turned the tables.
Tommy: As if that’s a surprise. Just the normal pattern in Johnny’s career. Almost there, but always falling short.
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thr KICKOUT!
Brutus: Oh come on, end this fiasco of a match already!
(Malachi stands up and he’s in disbelief. Mal picks Johnny up and he whips JC into the corner. Malachi charges, but Johnny gets out of the way. Malachi hits the corner face first. Johnny grabs him from behind and he plants Mal with a belly to back suplex. Johnny gets up and he takes a second to recover. Johnny pulls Malachi up and then he hits a hard knee to the gut. Johnny bounces off the ropes and he takes Malachi down with a running knee lift. Johnny drags Malachi right back up and he hits a butterfly suplex. Johnny climbs to the top and he nails Malachi with a top rope leg drop. Johnny covers.)
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thre NO!!!
Jimmy: OH MY GOD that was SO close! We almost had a winner!
Tommy: Almost…. Another word to associate with Johnny/
(Johnny stands up and he pleas with the ref. As he does so, Malachi starts to come to. Johnny turns around only to be kicked in the gut. Malachi follows that up with a swinging neckbreaker. Malachi picks Johnny back up only to send him back ot the mat with a snap suplex. Malachi gets up and he bounces off the ropes. He does a somersault towards Johnny and he nails a senton (Rolling Thunder for you marks). Malachi covers.)
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Thr NO!!
Brutus: This match just keeps going and going. That’s good if you’re having sex, but not if you’re watching this train wreck.
(Malachi stands up and he picks Johnny up. Malachi whips Johnny into the ropes and he crushes JC with a corner splash. Malachi whips Johnny again, but this time Johnny counter it. He sends Malachi into the corner, and then he destroys Mal with a corner spear. Johnny picks Mal up and he sits Mal on the top rope facing the crowd. Johnny climbs up to the top and then he takes Mal down with a top rope sunset flip powerbomb. Johnny covers.)
Jimmy: DEAR GOD! That’s got to be it for malachi!!
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Thre NO!!
Brutus: How the hell did Malachi get his foot on the ropes?
Tommy: Call it divine intervention.
(Johnny stands up and he picks Mal up as well. Johnny rams Mal back first into the corner. Johnny whips Mal into the opposite corner and eh charges closely. However, Mal is quick to springboard off the 2nd rope and nail Johnny with a spinning wheel kick.)
Jimmy: malachi just hit the Death from Above!
Rougeau. A fitting name for a move that’ll end Johnny’s chances of winning.
(Mal waist for Johnny to get up and then he nails a side kick to the gut. Malachi grabs his head and he destroys Johnny with a three quarter facelock bulldog.)
Brutus: That’s it! He hit the Fallout!
Tommy: Indeed, the end is nigh.
(Malachi covers.)
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DING DING!
Jimmy: What a great match! And what a huge win for Malachi. He goes on to face the winner of Hugh Bristic versus Malachi!
Brutus: Let’s pray for Hugh to win. Last thing we is a pirate and a clown facing each other.
Tommy: Well, our time here is done. Have a good night.
(Tommy and Rougeau take their headsets off and they leave through the crowd. Malachi celebrates on his way back to the lockerroom. The scene switches to Pussy Valiant's office. She is reading over some documents on her desk as Matt Rison storms. He walks up to her desk fuming placing both of his hands on it's hard wood surface.]
Rison: Pussy!!! How could you have let someone like Mackie do what he did to me two weeks ago in my hometown?!
Pussy: What are you talking about Matt? Mackie didn't do anything to you.
Rison: Oh yes he did. He broke the rules!!! You know just as well as I do Pussy that I am still the IEW Anarchy Champion. And you want to know why?
[Pussy Valiant takes a good chance to get a confused look on her face before taking a glance at Matt Rison's waistline.]
Pussy: Why is that Matt?
Rison: Because Jaye Doyle was my scheduled opponent, not Lion; therefore making my match a non-title competition.
Pussy: HAHAHAHA!!!
Rison: What? What are you laughing about?
Pussy: You Matt. Because you know just as well as I do that all scheduled lineups are eligible to change at any time, and you of all people should understand that.
Rison: Then I want my rematch!!!
Pussy: Hold on!!! I'm getting around to that. You see, when I left Mackie in charge for the evening he had full control of the show for that evening, but also the direction for the show in the coming weeks. Just because I wasn't around at the end of the show for you to find doesn't mean that someone else wasn't there and well enough in position to give you a rematch.
Rison: What are you saying Pussy?
Pussy: What I'm saying is that something else you put into writing while you were president is about to come back to haunt you. It says that anyone with authority who makes a written decision of any kind is the only person who can reverse that decision.
[Matt Rison gets a grin on his face and points at Pussy Valiant.]
Rison: Uh huh!!! But what about the vote?
Pussy: Well, it says that a two-thirds majority vote can also be used to reverse the decision.
Rison: Yes!!!
Pussy: But as you and everyone else should know by now as well, just like when you were the pres of the IEW, I don't have a staff or a committee underneath me to challenge my decisions. Besides, my decision that night was that Mackie would be in charge. He earned it.
Rison: Lets get something straight, Mackie hasn't earned anything on his own. Practically every belt he has ever "earned" so to speak was because he stole them, either that or he just happened to be in the right place at the right time yelling "Har, Me Matey!!!".
Pussy: Oh yes, you bring up a good point about Mackie back in the HKC Renegade days. Which reminds me, he and I had a rather detailed conversation about just how he did get those belts.
[Matt Rison gets a wide-eyed look on his face as his jaw drops.]
Pussy: But lets just keep that between us, shall we?
Rison: Definately!!! Now about my rematch...
Pussy: Yes, about your rematch. I don't feel like you quite deserve a rematch after your most recent performance. But perhaps there is something you can do to make me change my mind.
[Matt Rison looks at the door and looks back at Pussy with a grin on his face. But then Rison gets a concerned look on his face as he raises up his right hand and looks at it.]
Pussy: Is something wrong?
Rison: I don't know yet. It's been so long, the thought of what you might have in mind almost seems new to me.
Pussy: Well, how bad do you want that rematch?
Rison: I want it pretty badly.
Pussy: Then you had better show me how badly you want
it.
[Matt Rison pauses for a moment to look more intently at his right hand before glancing back over at Pussy Valiant.]
Rison: Does this mean I can get my pornos back?
Pussy: I don't see why not.
[Matt Rison stares at his right hand for another moment as Pussy Valiant gets out of her seat revealing she is wearing a short skirt. She sits down on the corner of her desk with her legs crossed showing off her thigh.]
Rison: You know, I think I really want my championship back.
[Matt Rison begins to make his move, but she sticks up her arms to hold him back.]
Pussy: Hold on.
[Pussy Valiant reaches down opening up the drawer to the table. She pulls out a wad of keys and places them in Matt Rison's right hand.]
Pussy: I think you better start out by working your way back up into contendership big boy.
[Matt Rison looks at the keys and then back at Pussy Valiant confused.]
Pussy: If you want your rematch, then tonight you are going to do something you have never done before. You are going to scrub all of the restrooms in the arena and have them spick and span by morning; and you can only use your right hand to do it.
Rison: My right hand?! But what if it gets tired?!
Pussy: Then I guess you'll have more stamina for your next title opportunity...amongst other things.
Rison: I really hate you sometimes.
[Matt Rison begins making his way to the door and just opens it.]
Pussy: By the way, the janitor's closet is just down the hall to the right.
[Matt Rison looks back at Pussy Valiant.]
Rison: Yeah, I bet you know that place by heart.
[Matt Rison turns slamming the door behind him. Pussy Valiant just chuckles for a moment before getting back to her paperwork as the scene switches back to Jimmy and Brutus.]
Brutus: That woman is crazy with power.
Jimmy: No, she’s just making sure Rison earns his shot.
Brutus: What did Walker do to earn a shot?
Jimmy: She’s busted her ass and she’s done what she’s needed to do. All Rison did was lose his title.
Brutus: Whatever.
Jimmy Rollins: Second match of the night and this one has Main Event potential.
Brutus: We get to see the smartest man in the IEW, the man who should still be the reigning World Champion, take on the saltiest dog of them all, the butt pirate, E.G. Mackie.
Jimmy Rollins: He’s not a butt pirate, Brutus, just a pirate, and if you’re not careful, (in a salty pirate voice) he’ll make ya walk the plank ya filthy land lubber… yar!
Brutus: I certainly hope that’s not contagious. Let’s get down to ringside before Jimmy here starts to shiver his timber.
The Mic: The following contest is a quarterfinal match for the IEW Light Heavyweight Championship and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… he stands at 6’4” and weighing in at 230 lbs… HUGH BRISTIC!!!
(“Pomp & Circumstance” begins to play as Hugh Bristic comes out of the back. With a big smile on his face, he begins his usual slow and confident walk down to ringside.)
Brutus: There he is, the smartest man in the IEW and he knows that if this comes down to a battle of brains or wits that he’s a shoe in to make it to the next round.
Jimmy Rollins: E.G. Mackie is an evil genius who should not be underestimated. He’s one of the few men here in the IEW that could wipe that smile off of Bristic’s face real quick like.
Brutus: Keep dreaming, Jimmy. Unless Mackie’s got a boatload of pirates ready to run down and help him tonight, Hugh Bristic will be wrestling again in the semis in two weeks time in Boston.
The Mic: And his opponent… He hails from Kirkaldy, Scotland. Standing at 5’5” and tipping the scales at 140 lbs… E.G. MACKIE!!!
(The arena is filled with the sound of gulls calling along the coast, then to break the calm 'Ghost Love Score' By Nightwish begins to loudly play. Upon the giant screen there is a flag gently blowing in the wind. There is a Jolly Rodger, with patches over both eyes, and crossed spoons. Imprinted on the forehead is a single letter…..`M. A caption written in bones says, ‘Arrrgh! Beware The Salty Dogs’ E.G Mackie arrives with his saber drawn, as he gracefully sweeps down the aisle like a romantic ghost from the past. Due to his pretentious nature, E.G Mackie stands poised for a moment before he enters the ring, as the floor is lit from lights below casting his shadow around the arena. The dramatic music creates such an immense atmosphere, that his entrance draws a hush on the crowd, who before had welcomed his entrance with cheers. Then with the stillness E.G Mackie enters the ring, and prepares himself like such heroes do….)
Brutus: I cannot understand what the hell is going through that man’s mind. I’m literally in awe.
Jimmy Rollins: He is something of a spectacle isn’t he? But the fans love him and he can more than hold his own in the ring.
Brutus: I think he suffers from a mental defection of some sort.
Jimmy Rollins: Much like yourself then.
(Tina Garcia signals for the bell and this one is underway. Bristic circles the ring as Mackie sizes him up. Mackie then rushes Bristic and goes for a Lew Thesz press right off the bat. Bristic catches him but still staggers back. Saved by the ropes, Bristic bounces back and hits a massive spinebuster right off the bat. Bristic drags Mackie up and drives an elbow into Mackie’s temple… then another… then another. Bristic drives a boot into Mackie’s midsection then whips Mackie hard into the corner. Bristic follows up quickly and hits a heavy European uppercut then knocks Mackie up off the mat. Mackie is holding onto the top rope as he slumps almost down to the mat.)
Jimmy Rollins: Hugh Bristic really caught Mackie there and is just laying into the pirate now.
Brutus: Hugh read that Lew Thesz press in yesterday’s news.
Jimmy Rollins: If you say so Brutus.
Brutus: Well I do.
(Bristic nails Mackie with another huge European uppercut that takes Mackie off his feet again. Mackie’s seated on the mat now and Bristic drags him back up. He nails Mackie in the forehead with a closed fist then whips him off the ropes. Mackie bounces off the ropes but ducks a clothesline by Bristic. Mackie then slingshots himself off the opposite ropes and takes Bristic down with a shoulder tackle. Mackie is up quick and bounces off the ropes with a shooting star press. He hooks the leg for the cover;
1… and Bristic kicks up right away. Mackie stays on the attack and drags Bristic back up. He whips him off the ropes and grabs Bristic in a bear hug.)
Jimmy Rollins: A slip up by Bristic and Mackie took the opportunity to switch things around here.
Brutus: All part of Hugh’s plan. You’ll see. It’ll all work out in the end.
(Britsic powers himself away from Mackie enough to get a stiff right to Mackie’s forehead. Mackie breaks the assault with a spinebuster of his own then goes for the pin;
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Thr… and Bristic gets a shoulder up. Mackie drags Bristic up but is quickly brushed off with a thumb to the eye. Mackei staggers away and Bristic backs into a corner for a breather. Mackie regains his composure and after a couple of deep breaths Bristic is ready to go again. The men inch in and go for a collar and elbow tie up. Bristic snaps Mackie in for a side headlock. Mackie worms his way out but Bristic holds on with a wrist lock.)
Brutus: Hugh is back in control after kicking out of a Sheep Squeezer by Mackie. It’s all Hugh again and it looks like he’s trying to wear that squirmy little bugger down.
Jimmy Rollins: Smart move by Hugh to try and slow the pace down, taking the advantage away from the quicker pirate.
Brutus: Of course it’s smart. Everything he does is smart. He’s the smartest man in the IEW for crying out loud.
(Bristic yanks down with a stomp which causes Mackie to writhe in pain. Bristic does this again before pounding on Mackie’s shoulder, sending the man to one knee. Bristic applies some more pressure that brings Mackie back up to his feet in a rather uncomfortable manner. Bristic then pulls Mackie back in with a hammer lock. Mackie tries to move to alleviate some of the pressure to no avail. Elbow by Mackie that connects with the side of Bristic’s head. Followed up with another… then another. The hammerlock is broken and Mackie quickly bounces off the ropes and takes Bristic down with a flying forearm.)
Jimmy Rollins: Great move by Mackie it I don’t think Hugh was expecting that.
Brutus: Of course he was. Hugh knows this guy inside and out. He did his homework. ‘Course, someone with your limited mental ability wouldn’t know anything about homework.
Jimmy Rollins: Whatever the case Mackie’s going full steam ahead.
(Mackie hops back up and bounces off the ropes connecting with a Guillotine leg drop. Mackie rolls back up then drags Bristic up with him. Reverse rear headlock by Mackie into a DDT and Bristic flips right over onto his belly from the momentum. Mackie slides over for the pin;
1…
2…
Thr… and Bristic gets a shoulder up again. Mackie glares over at Garcia and as soon as he takes his eyes of off Bristic, he’s floored with a low blow. Mackie immediately drops to his hands and knees. Both men are down but Bristic is up first. Bristic bounces off the ropes and rolls Mackie over in an Oklahoma pin;
1…
2…
Thr… and Mackie kicks out.)
Brutus: Oh, so close. Hugh was so close to moving on to the next round.
Jimmy Rollins: Close… but no cigar… yar!
Brutus: (Audible sigh.)
(Both wrestlers roll back up to their feet and lock up immediately. Bristic twists around so they are back to back, then takes Mackie back down with a backslide pinning attempt;
1…
2… and Mackie kicks out again. Both men are back up but Mackie quickly drives a boot into Bristic’s midsection. Mackie gets Bristic in a gutwrench and uses the ropes to bounce Bristic over. Halfway up, Mackie converts it into a piledriver and Bristic is out. Mackie goes up to the top ropes then hits a spinning senton splash. Mackie hooks a leg;
1…
2…
Thr… and Tina stops the count. She taps Mackie on the shoulder and points to Bristic’s foot on the bottom rope.)
Jimmy Rollins: Incredible. I’m absolutely amazed that Hugh had enough in the tank to kick out of that. He must really want this bad.
Brutus: And what the smartest man in the IEW wants… he gets.
Jimmy Rollins: I think one E.G. Mackie might have something to say about that.
(Mackie is flipping out and as he gets to his feet he kicks the bottom rope. Mackie is over chewing out Tina while Bristic slowly gets back up to his feet. Finally Mackie turns his attention back to Bristic but receives a kick to the midsection followed up with a double underhook suplex. Both men are down and Garcia begins to count them both down; 1… 2… 3… 4… and Mackie struggles back up to his feet… 5… 6… and Bristic uses the ropes to haul himself up. Mackie sees Bristic and rushes but Bristic ducks down and pulls down the top rope in the process. Mackie goes sailing over the top rope and down to ringside.)
Brutus: Fantastic move by Hugh Bristic! He’s always thinking three steps ahead you know.
Jimmy Rollins: Mackie has sailed over the top rope and has landed hard at ringside. If Hugh can capitalize on this, Mackie is in a whole lot of trouble.
Brutus: Well Hugh will, and Mackie is.
(Bristic climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Mackie to get back upright. As Mackie turns, Bristic leaps and nails him with a flipping neck breaker. Both men are down. Garcia begins to count both men out; 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… Bristic finally pulls himself up with the aid of the apron then quickly slides in and out to break the count. Mackie has struggled up to one knee a standing side headlock. Mackie begins to shake his arms as the pair walk around the outside. Mackie delivers an elbow into Bristic’s midsection… then another… then another and Bristic releases the headlock. Mackie is shaking and gyrating as he shoves Bristic off of him.)
Brutus: Uh-oh.
Jimmy Rollins: Uh-oh is right! It’s time for some Mackiebation baby!
(Mackie takes a few steps back then runs and spears Bristic to the concrete. Mackie straddles Bristic and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights as Bristic attempts to cover up. Mackie gets off Bristic and drags him back up to his feet then rolls him into the ring. Mackie then hops up to the apron and climbs in as Bristic gets up to his feet. Mackie bounces off the ropes and runs at Bristic but Bristic catches him in a powerslam and hooks the leg for a quick count;
1…
2… and Mackie gets a shoulder up. Bristic gets up and bounces off the ropes as Mackie gets back up. Drop kick t the ankles by Bristic and Mackie goes right back down.)
Jimmy Rollins: We’re back in the ring now and Hugh even fought off a Mackiebation to take back control of this one.
Brutus: Hugh Bristic, a heavyweight wrestling in a light heavyweight world.
Jimmy Rollins: Whatever that means.
(Bristic drags Mackie back up and drives a boot to the midsection. DDT into a facebuster and Mackie is laid out. Bristic hooks the leg and covers;
1…
2…
3!!! NO!!! Mackie kicked up at the last possible instance. Bristic is in absolute shock and pleads his case to Garcia who just shrugs her shoulders. Bristic gets back up t his feet and drags Mackie up too. He then bounces off the ropes and goes for his patented high front drop kick but Mackie brushes it aside and stumbles into the ropes. Mackie is leaning on the ropes as Bristic rolls back up to his knees. Mackie does a tired, yet spirited clapping of his two little fingers.)
Jimmy Rollins: This is great. Mackie is saluting Hugh’s efforts here tonight with a Petit Bravo.
Brutus: Argh, I can’t believe Mackie kicked out of the GPA… and to top it off now, he’s making fun of Hugh.
(Bristic rushes Mackie who is still resting on the ropes. Mackie lunges out with his foot at the last minute and buckles Bristic over. Mackie is quick to hit a one armed DDT and rolls Bristic over for the pin;
1…
2… and Bristic kicks out. Mackie rolls Bristic over onto his belly and hooks in a camel clutch. Bristic struggles a little but fades quickly. Garcia is in to check his arm. It goes down once… it goes down twice… it goes down a third time, NO! Bristic immediately shoots his arm back up and powers up to his knees. Bristic gets up to one foot, then the other with Mackie still holding on in a reverse chin lock.)
Jimmy Rollins: Mackie almost had Hugh there but it appears any celebrations were premature ‘cause this one ain’t done yet.
Brutus: Let’s go Hugh… Let’s go Hugh....
(Bristic falls back and crushes Mackie between him and the mat. Bristic picks up Mackie and delivers a side slam. He picks Mackie up again and whips him off the ropes. Bristic ducks down too early for a back body drop and Mackie sends him down to the mat with a knee lift. Mackie runs off the ropes and hits a springboard Unorthadoxide. Mackie hooks the leg and Garcia slides in to make the count;
1…
2… and Bristic kicks out with some force. Mackie is up and bounces off the ropes as Bristic pulls himself up. Mackie drives Bristic down to the canvas as he leaps and hits his Vicious Blossum.)
Brutus: Oh. That didn’t look good.
Jimmy Rollins: The Vicious Blossom.!!! The Vicious Blossom!!! It’s all over! Surely it’s all over!
(Mackie hooks the leg and Garcia hits the mat to make the count;
1…
2…
Thr… and Bristic just barely slides a shoulder up. Mackie is in awe. He can’t believe it. Mackie drags Bristic back up to his feet. Quick small package by Bristic;
1…
2…
Thr… Mackie struggles to reverse it so now it’s Bristic in the small package;
1…
2…
3!!! Mackie rolls off of Bristic and can’t believe he’s won. Bristic is in an equal amount of awe that he lost.)
Brutus: This is a travesty! That was a slow count! That idiot Garcia forgot that three came after two!
Jimmy Rollins: You can say what you want but E.G. Mackie has won and he’s movin’ on baby, he’s movin’ on.
The Mic: The winner of this bout… E.G. MACKIE!!!
(The crowd roars their approval as Garcia raises Mackie’s hand in victory.)
Jimmy Rollins: Excellent match. Two of the IEW’s best athletes just put on one heck of a show, but in the end it was a pirate’s revenge as Mackie got the last laugh… yar!
Brutus: Oh stick it up your rear. Hugh was robbed and everyone with twenty-twenty vision saw that as plain as day.
Karl Weiss: Im being joined now by both members of The Purge, Gulgamek and Adam Chastane. Gentlemen, since the both of you busted onto the scene of the IEW it has been a seemingly never ending blood feud with you guys and the Inner Circle.
Chastane: The Inner Circle believe their the end all be all when it comes to this business. All ive ever wanted was for people to know that “The 7th Angel” or The Norse Nightmare are not pushovers, we simply refuse to join the long list of names the Inner Circle have run down in this federation. They’ve had their moments in this ‘feud’…but so have we. I guarantee you now Mr Weiss…that as long as we live and breathe the Inner Circle should never feel their in a safe position.
Karl Weiss: That definitely is a bold statement Mr Chastane, especially since over the last few weeks there seems to have been some turmoil inside The Purge.
Chastane: I wont deny it, there has been. I have been blind to what makes a team click, but thanx to some “outside resources” The Purge is going to be better than ever. Well prove it next week in Philadelphia when we relieve those IEW Tag Titles off the Dream Team in their own back yard.
Karl Weiss: It must be so hard knowing that the Inner Circle will be in a vulnerable position tonight in their gauntlet match with Khrystal Walker yet you guys are powerless to do anything about it.
Chastane: Well….
Hahahaha!
* From outside the scene a laugh can be heard, stepping into the picture are both Hightower and Red Dogg. Gulgamek and Chastane’s demeanor changes quickly. *
Hightower: Mr Weiss you hit the nail right on the head my friend! You two pieces of shit have been an unnecessary thorn in our asses for some time now! Ive told you time and again Chastane I will live to make you eat your words. I believe Pussy Valiant has helped me with that tonight. You two are powerless to do shit tonight!
Dogg: But knowing you Chastane, that renegade image that you try and push off on anybody who will listen, and you Gulgamek with that monstrous rage inside you…knowing you two youd want nothing more than peek your heads into another matter that has nothing to do with you two. Infact the big man and I are begging you to get involved. Come on down to the ring, trade some blows…distract the official anything!
Hightower: Hahaha, what are you talking about Dogg you know damn well their just too pussy for something like that! Lets go! Hahaha!
* The Inner Circle leaves, the camera focuses on both members of The Purge who look highly agitated.*
Jimmy: A classic bout is about to get underway. An IEW Gauntlet match. You know Brutus, One could call this a bit one sided.
Brutus: Right you are Jimmy. Some would even think that numbers don’t matter in this game. However, it seems like pretty good odds that they are.
Jimmy: Yeah. Well, tonight, we have Khrystal Walker going against all four members of the Inner Circle.
Brutus: Both sides have been at each other’s throats all week in preparation. But, that was the talk, so let’s see if they can back it up.
Mic: the following contest is an IEW Gauntlet match. One competitor will be left alone while one member of each team will come out and face the competitor until either all of the members of the other team are eliminated or until the competitor herself is eliminated. Entering first, hailing from Alaska, she weighs in at 275 lbs. She is alone in this match. She is “The One Bitch Army” KHRYSTAL WALKER!
*“You Can Hate Me Now (instrumental)” by Nas plays over the PA. On the jumbotron, in anime-style, you see Khrystal rise from bed and walk into her bathroom. The camera moves in on the door. It opens to reveal the outside door to her house, where she stands catching a cab. She moves from the passenger side to the driver's side, opens the door, and is at the airport. She is then seen carrying her luggage out to another waiting cab. She slides again and is out at the hotel. Opening the outer door, she closes it, as it becomes the door to her hotel room. She hangs up her coat in the closet, only to pull out her gear in a locker room. She walks out of the locker room, heads to ramp entrance. She stops at a mirror to check her hair, and it breaks. She descends below the ramp way and stands on a platform. The platform rises, and as anime Khrystal disappears, the real Khrystal appears, rising on the ramp way. The screen changes to show Khrystal's name, with snow falling around it. The scene changes to show Walker's past victories and feats of strength and skill. Walker strides to the ring, glaring.*
Jimmy: Khrystal sure looks very confident in right now.
Brutus: I bet you she wouldn’t if all four members were going to be in at the same time with her.
Mic: Entering first, representing the Inner Circle, he hails from the Bronx, New York. He weighs in at 245 lbs. He is REDD DOGG!
*The opening beats of "Breathe" by Fabolous play on the PA. Redd Dogg walks confidently onto the ramp and stands on the top stage. He does a slight Crip walk dance, points somewhere in the audience, then he walk to the ring. He jumps up on the turnbuckle and points somewhere in the crowd, and throws his jersey to the crowd. Then he hops down and prepares for the match.*
Jimmy: Looks like he’s ready for this match.
Brutus: yeah he should. Then again, he could just be too big for his britches.
Jimmy: You know, sometimes your age shows Brutus.
Brutus: Really? Where?
*Jimmy just shakes his head.*
DING! DING! DING!
*Redd rushes towards Walker and hits her with several lefts and rights. Redd the dropkicks Walker, which makes Walker reel back and not fall. Then Redd goes and locks in a triangle headscissors/armbar combo. Walker tries to stay on her feet but then ends up stooping to one knee. The ref asks Walker if she gives up and she just shakes her head no. Walker slowly makes her way to the ropes as Redd just screams for her to tap out and cinches the move on tighter. Walker reaches out and grabs the rope. The ref begins to count.*
1.
2.
3.
4.
*Redd lets go and goes to grab Khrystal. Khrystal hits Redd in the groin and the ref asks Khrystal if she did and she shakes her head no. Then Redd goes after Khrystal and is met with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT. Then she backs up a bit.*
Jimmy: Not a bad match so far, Brutus. Redd seemed to have a minor advantage, yet maybe Khrystal is turning this back in her favor.
Brutus: I don’t know but we’ll soon find out. She might be going for the Clothesline from Alaska.
*Redd gets up and Walker clotheslines him but not with the Clothesline from Alaska.*
Jimmy: That wasn’t the Clothesline from Alaska, but Walker’s going for the pin anyway.
Brutus: This could be the end for Redd Dogg.
1…
2…
3. KICK OUT!
*Walker argues with the ref about it being a slow count. Red goes up and attacks Walker from behind and then Redd runs off the ropes and goes for a Clothesline from Hell.*
Jimmy: Redd’s going for the Streetsweeper.
Brutus: This match could be over before it even gets started.
*Redd comes off the ropes and Khrystal sidesteps and then Redd turns and is met with a kick to the gut. Then Walker puts Redd into a power bomb position and executes a Last Ride, but then she falls with opponent to add momentum.*
Jimmy: CHERRY BOMB BY WALKER!
Brutus: It’s over for Redd.
1…
2…
3…
DING! DING! DING!
Mic: Redd Dogg has been eliminated.
Jimmy: Well, Khrystal survived the encounter with Redd Dogg.
Brutus: But there are three other members of the Inner Circle left. So let’s find out whose next.
*Redd Dogg is walking up the ramp after he loses. a fan reaches over the guard rail and tries to grab and swing at Dogg. Dogg backs up into a defensive position as the fan swings at him. *
JR: What the heck is going on?
Brutus: Seems as if good ole Dogg isnt too popular in these parts, I don’t see why not?
JR: Security needs to break that up as the action continues in the ring.
* A staff member shows up on the scene wearing ann IEW ball cap and a yellow jacket with Security on the back. He grabs Dogg by the arm and starts to lead him away from the area. Dogg continues to yell into the crowd as the fan disappears back into the crowd. Dogg is led down the aisle and is turned into the open area just to the left of the entrance ramp. From out of nowhere Gulgamek appears and puts the shocked Red Dogg on his shoulders. He walks closer to the stands that are about 10 feet above the open area.*
JR: Where did Gulgamek come from?!?!
* The same fan who tried to assault Dogg earlier in the aisle appears as he perks himself on the ledge, leaps off and nails From Heaven To Hell on Dogg who takes the full brunt off of Gulgamek’s shoulders. *
Brutus: Ill give ya two guesses just who that fan is JR!
* The fan pulls off his glasses and baseball cap to reveal Adam Chastane. Chastane stands over the unconscious Dogg yelling insults to him. The staff members removes his ball cap and jacket to reveal Charles Childs making his return to the IEW. *
JR: Its Charles Childs! He’s back!
Brutus: Oh dear lord!
JR: I guess The Purge is back on the same page! I don’t think Hightower knows what went down with his partner!
* Chastane high fives Gulgamek and gives Childs a big hug. All three stand over the downed Dogg. Chastane and Gulgamek both turn to the camera and make the gesture to their wastes of wanting a title belt. All three scurry into the crowd as additional IEW staff arrive on the scene. *
Mic: Entering next, hailing from San Diego, California, and he weighs in at 450 lbs. He is HIGHTOWER!
*The lights go out, and a demonic laugh is heard. "Freak On A Leash" by Korn plays over the PA. When the lights come back on, Hightower walks onto the stage, throws his hand up (Big Show style), and screams something to the crowd. Then he stares with intensity at the ring, and walks slowly down. Khrystal goes and kicks the ropes, which go into the groin of Hightower. Then she puts him into a school boy.*
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Jimmy: Khrystal tried to get a cheap win but to no avail.
Brutus: Yeah, but the ref doesn’t look too happy.
*The ref backs Khrystal up and then when he steps away, Khrystal is attacked by Hightower and they engage in a fist fight. Hightower gets the upper hand and executes a big boot. Walker hits the mat and rolls. Walker gets up and rushes at Hightower and the two get into another fist fight. Walker then executes a belly to belly suplex. Walker executes a spinning toe hold. Hightower screams in pain. Khrystal wrenches the hold as Hightower tries to squirm towards the ropes. Hightower then kicks Walker in the face and gets her off.*
Jimmy: Hightower sure found a way to get Walker off his legs.
Brutus: That’s for sure Jimmy. This might mark the turn of this part of the match.
*Hightower uses the ropes to pull himself up and starts limping towards Walker. Walker gets up and goes towards Khrystal. Hightower executes a hanging power slam. Hightower then executes a monster leg drop. Hightower gets up, backs up, and eggs Walker to get up. Walker gets up and is hit with a clothesline from Hell. Hightower then walks over to Khrystal and tries to pick her up. Khrystal begins fighting back and the two enter another fist fight.*
Jimmy: This is turning into a terrible beat down on Walker.
Brutus: I know this could be over soon.
*Hightower then executes a sit-down piledriver. Hightower calls for it to be over.*
Jimmy: Hightower could be going for the Hang Time.
Brutus: Walker will have to try and pull a miracle out of somewhere for her to get out of this one.
*Hightower picks Walker up and she low blows Hightower. Then the ref backs Walker up and warns her. Then she agrees and the ref moves out of the way just as Hightower begins to get up. Hightower gets up and Walker hits Hightower with the Clothesline from Alaska. Then she goes towards the turnbuckle.*
Jimmy: CLOTHESLINE FROM ALASKA! Wait what is Walker doing?
Brutus: Oh no! Don’t tell me she is going for the Muff Dive.
*Walker climbs the top rope. Then she jumps off and sits on Hightower’s head and goes for the cover.*
Jimmy: Oh, Brutus it WAS The Muff Dive.
Brutus: I feel bad for Hightower now.
1…
2…
3…
DING! DING! DING!
Mic: Hightower has been eliminated.
*Suddenly, the lights go out. Shots of Warpath's former victims and winnings flash the big screen. Strobe lights hit, fog surrounds the stage, and then pyros explode as Warpath ascends from the back to "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie. Warpath pulls out a mic as The opening notes of "Man or Animal" by Audioslave fade in on the PA system. Downfall walks out with the IEW World Title draped over his shoulder along with Michelle. Warpath puts the mic to his mouth and addresses Walker.*
Jimmy: What the heck is going on here? This is supposed to be a gauntlet match not a handicap match.
Brutus: Actually, it’s already a handicap match. Let’s hear what Warpath has to say.
Warpath: Good job, Walker, you took out our boys in record time. But Downfall and I just got through with talking to Pussy Valiant, and she saw my point, that Downfall needs to be rested and ready for his title defense against Jaye Doyle next week. And I know the stipulation is that, well, nobody who's not a member of the Inner Circle can take part in this match... but that's why I came up with this. You see, Walker, this man was a member of the Inner Circle, one of the founding members in fact. A former Tag Team Champion, a hardcore legend in his own right, I believe you know him?
*"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie plays on the PA, as Twisted runs out onto the stage, and runs to the edge of the stage and screams something to the fans, a la Edge, then points to the ring.*
Brutus: What the hell! Warpath brought back Twisted!!
JR: Downfall still doesn't look like he trusts Twisted. There has been a lot of bad blood between these two men. But Warpath has invited him back into the Inner Circle!!
Mic: Entering next, representing the Inner Circle, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 275 lbs. Here is JASON TWISTED!
*Walker looks concerned as Twisted rushes down to the ring. Then Twisted slides in the ring and the two get into a fist fight. Twisted then gets the upper hand and executes an evenflow DDT. Then Twisted stomps on Walker repeatedly. Then Twisted locks in a butterfly hold. Walker screams in pain as Twisted cinches the hold.*
Jimmy: Twisted is trying to do what Redd and Hightower couldn’t.
Brutus: Well, he must think that Walker’s weak enough for him to just breeze by her.
*Walker begins to struggle to get up. Twisted then has Walker in a full nelson submission. The ref checks Walker, but she refuses to give up. She backs Twisted into a corner. Then she struggles free while holding Twisted in the corner. Then she elbows Twisted in the gut hard enough to hunch him over. Then she slams him head first into the turnbuckle. She, then, locks on the hangman hold. Commanding the referee to check for submission, she will slowly back up into the corner. She will hook Twisted's feet into the ropes, locking him in place with the hangman. Since the ref is busy checking for submission, he won’t see the feet locked, and Twisted submits.*
Jimmy: What a dirty, underhanded trick by Walker.
Brutus: Hey, she’s just trying to get revenge, by ANY means necessary. So far, she’s being successful.
*After Twisted loses to Walker; he'll get out of the ring, pissed off, and walks over to the crowd near where Driz is sitting. One of the fans at ringside is laughing at him.*
Jimmy: DRIZ! The heck…
Brutus: That’s what I was about to say.
Twisted: What the hell are you laughing at bitch?
*He slaps the fan in the face. The fan gets to his feet, and Twisted cocks back for a punch. The punch is blocked by Driz, who grabs Twisted's hand.
The two men stare each other down for a second, talking trash to each other, and then Twisted leaps over the guardrail, tackling Driz, and the two men try to get at each other before it's broken up by security.*
Twisted: Stay out of the Inner Circle's business old man. Just stay retired and you won't get hurt!!
Jimmy: Well, that was certainly… interesting.
Brutus: Does that mean Driz is coming back to the IEW?
Jimmy: Probably Brutus.
Brutus: Oh great, like we need HIM back here.
Mic: Entering next, representing the Inner Circle, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at 275 lbs. He is WARPATH.
*Warpath rushes down to the ring and slides under the rope. The two get into a fist fight. Then Warpath executes a belly-to-belly suplex. Then Warpath locks in a Texas cloverleaf. Khrystal screams in pain as she struggles to try and grab any nearby rope. The ref asks Khrystal if she gives up and she just yells no. Warpath uses the advantage of ring position and grabs the ropes for leverage. The ref looks and Warpath quickly releases. The ref checks again and Warpath, once again, grabs the rope. Khrystal screams louder and then the ref looks again and Warpath releases just in the nick of time. The ref, again, checks Khrystal and Warpath grabs the rope again, and then the ref catches Warpath in the act and begins to count.
1.
2.
3.
4.
*Warpath releases and is backed up by the ref. Khrystal begins to favor her leg.*
Jimmy: Warpath tried to use the ropes for leverage one, too many times.
Brutus: Yeah, but at least it worked. That just gained Warpath a major advantage.
*Warpath goes and stomps on Walker’s leg several times. Then he hoists her up. But Walker gets in a fist fight with Warpath. Then Walker hits a DDT. She lays down trying to catch her breath.*
1…
2…
3…
4…
5… *Walker begins to stir.*
6… *Walker gets to the ropes and tries to pull herself up. Warpath is getting up.*
7… *Walker gets up, as does Warpath. They run at each other and Walker executes a Clothesline from Alaska, and at the same time, Warpath executes a clothesline from Hell. Both get knocked down.*
Jimmy: WOW! They just got up and are now back down.
Brutus: Maybe one of them should have sidestepped, and then came behind and hit their clothesline after one missed.
1…
2…
3… *Warpath begins to stir.*
4… *Warpath gets on his stomach.*
5… *Warpath gets on his hands and knees, as Walker begins to stir.*
6… *Warpath crawls over to the ropes, as Khrystal begins to try and pull herself up.*
7… *Warpath hoists himself up and walks over to Walker who is on the ropes trying to pull herself up. He kicks her hard in the head with a big boot that sends her to the mat. And then Warpath chokes her with his hands. The ref tries to break up the hold and then begins to count.*
1.
2.
3.
4.
*Warpath releases. He tries to hoist Walker up and then she begins to fight back.*
Jimmy: Where is Walker getting this burst of energy?
Brutus: I don’t know. But, I’m kind of happy because we’re in the middle of a great match thus far. I kind of don’t want it to end.
*Walker then gets in a fist fight with Warpath. Then Walker executes a sidewalk slam. Walker gets up and begins stomping on the leg of Warpath. Walker then locks in a standing figure four with the bent leg's foot between her legs, she reaches down and grabs Warpath’s neck and pulls inward.*
Jimmy: WALKER LOCK! Looks like she’s trying to put Warpath away now.
Brutus: Oh no! Warpath, DO SOMETHING!
Jimmy: You don’t know who to root for in this match do you?
Brutus: Are you crazy Jimmy? This is just a good match and I want to see it continue.
*Warpath tries to struggle towards the ropes, fighting with all he can muster. The ref checks on him and he still screams no. Then Warpath gets to the ropes and grabs them. The ref demands that Walker let go. Walker doesn’t let go and we hear the count to five.*
1.
2.
3.
4.
*Walker lets go and gets backed up by the ref. The ref moves away and Warpath lunges at her, starting, yet again, another fist fight. Then Warpath executes an overhead belly to belly suplex. Then he goes over to Walker and picks her up and she begins punching him in the gut. Then she executes a Manhattan drop. Then she goes for a dragon sleeper and Warpath just hits her in the head while he quickly gets up. He goes after Khrystal and she just kicks him in the gut and then tries to pick Warpath up in a vertical suplex.*
Jimmy: She could be going for the Shattered Khrystal Driver here.
Brutus: Darn. And I wanted this match to continue.
*Then Warpath blocks the vertical suplex, and then proceeds with one of his own.*
Jimmy: Warpath had that move well scouted.
Brutus: What do you expect? He is now the IEW Wrecking Machine.
*Then Warpath locks in a modified Crippler Crossface, only he pulls back in a headlock applying even more pressure to the neck.*
Jimmy: THE DEATHLOCK! This could be it.
Brutus: Aw, man. I wanted it to be longer.
*Walker tries to fight out. Plus, when the ref checks on her, she keeps screaming no. She begins to try and twist and turn her body to try and get out of the hold. Warpath lets go and yells out “Not yet!” Warpath then hoists Walker up and hits a butterfly suplex. Then he reels back and eggs Walker to get up.*
Jimmy: What is Warpath going to do now?
Brutus: I don’t know. But we’re about to find out, Jimmy.
*Walker gets up. When she turns towards Warpath, he runs at her full speed and executes a spear. Then he gets up top.*
Jimmy: What a spear by Warpath, Brutus. I wonder why he’s going up top.
Brutus: Oh, I hope it’s The Cuban Missile.
*Warpath gets up top and then hits a moonsault.*
Jimmy: OH MY GOODNESS!
Brutus: That wasn’t the Cuban Missile, but it was an awesome display to say the least.
*Warpath gets up and backs up a bit waiting for Walker to get up. She gets up and he hits her with a super kick, which sends her over the top. Then when she gets up, she tells the ref to get him back. While the ref is lecturing Warpath, Walker gets a bottle from under the ring. She soaks her elbow pad in the liquid.*
Jimmy: What the heck is that liquid that Walker’s soaking her elbow pad in?
Brutus: I don’t know. But what she’s going to do, she’s going to do soon.
*Then Walker takes off the elbow pad and turns the pad to the inside. She then quickly gets back into the ring, where she hooks a sleeper on Warpath. Warpath fights back as best as he can and then starts to slow up.*
Jimmy: Oh no. She soaked that elbow pad of hers in chloroform.
Brutus: Well, I can probably say I’ve seen everything. Although with all the partying I do, I wouldn’t be surprised if I have and I just don’t remember.
*As Warpath goes under, she will say, "See how you like it, you son of a bitch!" Then she drops him down and pins him.*
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DING! DING! DING!
Mic: Warpath has been eliminated.
Jimmy: OH COME ON! SHE USED CHLOROFORM!
Brutus: Jimmy, do you want to live to see tomorrow?
Jimmy: Of course.
Brutus: Then shut up before Inner Circle turns you inside out for that comment.
*She then gets a break as the paramedics have to remove WP. Downfall stands at the top of the ramp, not moving.*
JR: I don't think Downfall wants any part of Walker.
Brutus: Don't be ridiculous. He's just saving himself for the title defense next week against Walker.
*Suddenly, Pussy Valiant comes out, carrying a mic.*
Pussy: Hold on there Downfall. Now, I appreciate that you have a match next week to get prepared for, but you did sign up for this match and there's no backing out now. Now, please get in the ring and finish the match or I will strip you of the title and suspend you.
*Downfall looks pissed. Pussy tells him to get in the ring. Reluctantly, he walks down the ramp along with Michelle. He hands her the title, before taking his shirt off.*
Mic: And the final member of Inner Circle, hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He weighs in at 228 lbs and he is the IEW World Heavyweight Champion. He is “The Beast Unleashed.” Here is DOWNFALL!
*Downfall slides in the ring and Walker limps over to him. The two engage in a fist fight. He dropkicks Walker in the knee where she gets to one knee. Downfall then hits a buzzsaw kick (a la Tajiri). Downfall then locks in The Walls of Jericho. Walker only has one hand visible, as the other one is under her body.*
Jimmy: This could be it! Downfall has the Dark Backward locked in.
Brutus: I know, this is great. If this is a sign of what to come next week, then Khrystal won’t be the IEW World Champ anytime soon.
*The ref checks on Walker and she keeps screaming no. Then she fights her way as best as she can to the ropes and then grabs. The ref commands that Downfall break the hold.*
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*Downfall lets go. Downfall tries to pick up Walker and Walker hits him in the gut and then gets up and hoists Downfall into a torture rack, which she turns into a neckbreaker. Then Michelle gets up on the ring apron as the ref tends to her. Walker reaches in her tights and pulls out some brass knucks and puts them on her hand. Then she backs up and eggs Downfall to get up.*
Jimmy: Oh no. This is probably going to be how Downfall loses the World title if this is a sign of things to come.
Brutus: Don’t count Downfall out yet Jimmy. He isn’t the World Champion for nothing.
*Downfall gets up near where Michelle is, without knowing it. Then Walker runs at Downfall and he sidesteps, allowing Walker to hit Michelle with the brass knuckled hand. Downfall looks shocked and then yells at the ref. “Hey! Aren’t you going to call that?” The ref looks puzzled and Downfall just runs and slides between the legs of Walker and forces her hand to be shown with the brass knuckles on it. The ref looks wide eyed and calls for the bell, as Warpath comes running back down. Walker tries to argue with the ref. Michelle slides the title to Downfall.*
Jimmy: Looks like Walker’s cheating has caught up with her.
Brutus: YES! That’s what I’m talking about.
Mic: The Winner of this match via disqualification… DOWNFALL AND THE INNER CIRCLE!
**Downfall comes from behind, blasting her in the back of the head with the World Title belt. Warpath lifts her up, and holds her arms, as Downfall backs up, runs off the ropes, and hits her with the title again. They drop Walker, bleeding from a cut on her forehead.*
JR: Can anyone stop this alliance of Downfall and Warpath?!
*He then hands the title to Warpath, and looks down at Walker sadistically, until finally lifting her limp body at this point up and nailing a Twister to put the nail in the coffin. Then Downfall gets the title from Warpath and holds the World title close in Walker's face, and screams "THIS IS MINE! Understand?! MINE!!" Warpath and Downfall raise their hands to the mixed reaction of the crowd before finally heading to the back.*
Jimmy: Well, after that, it kind of makes you wonder what’s going to happen next week.
Brutus: I know what you mean Jimmy. My guess is that Downfall will STILL be the champion after next week’s Mayhem as well.
Jimmy: Well, that’ll be something to see.
Brutus: Right you are Jimmy.
(The scene switches to the backstage area. Nick Sloan is walking down the hall and he arrives at a dressing room. The name on the door reads “Rizzo.” Nick opens the door slowly and he peeks in. He opens it all the way and Heidi is sitting on a couch, watching the event. She looks up and sees Nick, and her face exhibits fear. Nick walks into the room and he closes the door behind him.)
Nick: Oh Heidi, relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t’ do that to you. But, I did come to see you.
Heidi: I suggest you leave before Rizzo gets here. If he finds you here, you’re dead.
Nick: That little pipsqueak isn’t going to do shit to me.
Heidi: I varned you.
Nick: Look. I’m not here to make war. I’m here because I’ve noticed something. I’ve seen the way you eyeball me. I see that look in your eye.
Heidi: In your dreams baldy!
Nick: You can keep denying it all you want, but it’s the truth. You want me, and you want me bad. You know that your life isn’t as good as it could be. Lord knows that things aren’t as good as they could be in the sack. I’ve seen that bored look on your face before.
Heidi: Probably in your dreams ven you’re dreaming about f*****g me. Vatever you zink, zere is no vay I’d every sleep wiz you.
Nick: You say that now, but I’m confident that in due time, you’ll follow your heart.
Heidi: My heart is and alvays vill be vith Rizzo.
Nick: Poor Heidi, maybe it’s the unbalanced hormones from your pregnancy messing with your head. Just hear me out though. You know how Rizzo is. You’ll never be #1 in his life. Everything he does is for himself, and only himself. You’re just secondary. To him, you’re just a trophy. He doesn’t fully appreciate you. That baby of yours, he sees it as his. That’s HIS baby, not both of yours. Besides, who’s going to raise the kid? You are. He’ll be out, traveling around the world, possibly even hooking up with chicks because his wife is fat with her baby. What you and that baby needs is a real man to be a real father.
Heidi: HAH! You consider yourself a real man? Zat’s pretty funny. First of all Nick, you’re ugly, and I don’t go for ugly guys. I have standards, and you don’t meet them by any stretch of ze imagination. Secondly, Rizzo is a real man, in and out of ze bed. Also, real men don’t try to pick up a pregnant voman and try to steal her avay from her husband, to whom she is very, VERY happily married. And yes, I vill be raising this kid, but I’ll be doing it because Rizzo vorking and making ze money hakes it possible.
Nick: Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.
Heidi: You’re pazetic. Here you are, hitting on me, all because you can’t get your own girl. Hell, even Alec has had better luck zan you with the ladies. Zat’s pretty bad if you ask me. But, you know vat? *Heidi reaches into her pocket book and takes out a few $100 bills.* Take zis. Go find yourself a hooker and get yourself some pussy. It’s realistically the only vay you’re going to get any. As for me, I’m going to leave now.
(Heidi gets up and she walks toward the door. She starts to open it, but Nick puts his hand on it and closes it. He gets very close to her and speaks.)
Nick: You’re not leaving until I get a kiss.
(Nick leans forward and tries to kiss Heidi, but she slaps him in the face. Nick retracts and a look of anger washes over his face.)
Nick: Fine. By the way, give Rizzo a message for me.
Heidi: Vat’s zat?
(Nick lands a hard right to Heidi’s stomach. She crumples to the floor, clutches her stomach and cries. Nick exits the lockerroom. The scene cuts to the outside where Alec is standing. He has a very disapproving look on his face.)
Alec: That was not cool my man. I heard everything you said in there. I don’t care how much you hate Rizzo, it’s never excusable to steal another man’s wife. Never!
Nick: Like I said, one way or another I’m going to hurt Rizzo very, very badly. I’m sure I did just that.
(Nick walks away laughing and Alec hears Heidi crying inside. Now knowing what Nick did, Alec pokes his head inside. Alec yells “JESUS CHRIST!” and he whips out his cell phone. He dials three numbers, obviously 911, and the scene cuts to Jimmy and Brutus.)
Jimmy: I’m speechless. That… that wasn’t right at all.
Brutus: Normally, I’d back my man Nick up, but that was WAY out of line. WAY out of line.
Jimmy: Let’s just hope and pray that Heidi and her baby are OK.
Brutus: Indeed.
Jimmy: The only question is… what’s Rizzo going to do now?
Brutus: I don’t know. But if I were Sloan, I’d sleep with one eye open.
(The arena is still buzzing after Walker and Downfall have cleared the ring. Suddenly there is a massive pop and the camera pans to show Jaye Doyle emerging from the wrestlers’ entrance and marching down to ringside. Doyle’s got his blue jeans on with his blue Reebok runners. His hair is wetted down and is hanging down over his custom Oakley sunglasses. His t-shirt is white with a flag on it, similar to the Irish flag, but instead of orange, there is pink, and underneath it is written, “REPUBLIC OF NEWFOUNDLAND”!)
Brutus: Just when you think we’ve had a fantastic card, this guy shows up and ruins everything.
Jimmy Rollins: Well, the people of Washington, D.C. feel otherwise.
Brutus: Yes, but what do they know anyway?
(Doyle takes his time, slapping the hands of as many fans as he can reach before climbing up the steps and into the ring. Doyle climbs up a turnbuckle and wraps his hands around his waist, indicating that he’s the champ… or soon will be. The crowd is loving every minute of it as Doyle hops down then heads for the opposite corner. Doyle climbs up again, points to himself then holds up one finger, showing that he’s number one. The crowd is still roaring as Doyle asks for mic, then climbs down and heads for the middle of the ring. Doyle then raises his hand to quiet down the crowd before he addresses them.)
Jimmy Rollins: Not booked tonight but even with the night off, here is Jaye “The Big Dog” Doyle to address his fans.
Brutus: You mean these morons. What could he possibly have to say that would interest anybody?
Jimmy Rollins: Why don’t you ask the fine people of Washington here tonight? I’m sure they’d be all to happy to fill you in.
Jaye Doyle: Silence is golden… Unless we’re talking about present company. Your lack of silence was certainly golden just a short while ago, and while I chose no music tonight for my introduction, your cheers of support was certainly music to at least my ears.
(The crowd roars again in support for the Big Dog as a grin curls up one side of his mouth.)
Brutus: Please. Why must I sit through this? Why?
Jimmy Rollins: Pipe down will ya?
Jaye Doyle: There’s an old saying… you live and learn, but in Downfall’s case, I think he just lives. It seems none of the lessons taught to him in the past have been learned and remember for future use. Well the future is now, and if he’s truly learned nothing, the here and now will not be friendly to our World Champion.
(The majority of the crowd begins a “Downfall sucks… Downfall sucks…” chant.)
Brutus: How disrespectful are the people here in Washington? This is deplorable to hold our World Champion in such low regard.
Jimmy Rollins: Respect is earned, Brutus, and when you respect no one, you get none in return.
Brutus: Oh please. What do you know about respect? You’ve got respect for Jaye Doyle, for cryin’ out loud!
Jaye Doyle: Since our match was booked for next week in Philadelphia he’s asked, what have I done to be rewarded with a title shot? I mean, it’s not like I’ve pinned the World Champion… (in a sinister tone.) yet.
(Doyle looks around the arena for the crowd’s approval and quickly gets it.)
Jaye Doyle: If I’m really not that great, Downfall, and I believe that’s how you put it, then how can beating one of the IEW’s best… me… help silence your critics? I tell you want WON’T silence your critics… barely beating a woman and needing tweedledumb and tweedledumber, along with your new hired hitman, Warpath, to soften her up first. Imagine, a WOMAN almost beating you and your three buddies. How bad is that? … But I suppose, yet again, I’ve seen everything all wrong and what really just occurred was the decimation of Khrystal Walker at the hands of Downfall… the greatest wrestler to ever grace the IEW. I must be losing my eyesight in my old age, ‘cause that’s not what I saw at all. What I saw tonight was very similar to Injustice Served, where the only injustice served was by Warpath on the IEW’s very own transvestite… Ms. Walker.
Brutus: Look at Mr. Highandmighty talking the talk. If I’m not mistaken, the last time he face Khrystal Walker in the ring, she made everything Khrystal Clear did she not?
Jimmy Rollins: And the time before that Khrystal just couldn’t manage to run with the Big Dog now could she? So as far as I can tell, that score is all tied up.
Brutus: But what has he done for me lately?
Jimmy Rollins: Uh, led his team to victory over Downfall’s team on the last Mayhem for starters.
Jaye Doyle: What I saw was Downfall taking on an already battered and beaten Chaos while a relatively fresh Khrystal Walker was taken out of the picture by Warpath with more than a little help from a silver bat. Now that I think about it, I’M NOT BLIND IT ALL NOW AM I?!?
(Doyle really begins to get into this and starts shouting into the mic.)
Jaye Doyle: YOU WANT PROOF?!? WELL I CAN SEE DOWNFALL FOR THE SPINELESS LITTLE RAT THAT HE IS… THAT’S FOR DAMN SURE!
(The crowd roars their approval and begins to chant, “Downfall’s a rat… Downfall’s a rat…”)
Brutus: I can’t believe these people. The nerve.
Jimmy Rollins: They know what they like.
(Jaye has regained his composure some and continues.)
Jaye Doyle: I can see it now…
(Moving his hands as if he’s putting a sign up on a billboard.)
Jaye Doyle: Live from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania it’s the Big Dog versus the Little Rat. Hell, why wait ‘til next week? Why not drag your ass back in here and we’ll settle this right here, right now in Washington D.C.!
(The crowd roars again at the mere mention of their hometown and Doyle sports a cocky smirk in reaction to it.)
Jaye Doyle: How’s that for a cheap pop? Now everything else aside, I know that you’re not the same punk as kid I bitch slapped from here to Timbuktu back in the tag team division… but I AM the same Jaye Doyle that did all the slappin’! Think about that Downfall! Think about all the pain… the suffering… and the humiliation I caused you back then and know that I’m still very much capable of doing it all over again and more… and if you think the rat pack, even with its newest addition, is going to intimidate… (spreads a very confident smile across his face) Hope and pray that’s the case ‘cause otherwise…
(Doyle says nothing but finishes that thought with a cutthroat sign.)
Jimmy Rollins: Doyle is pumped… Doyle is psyched… Doyle has been wrestling as good or better than I’ve ever seen him and that spells trouble for Downfall. He’s won the people over since the moment he stepped foot back into the IEW and in their minds, he’s already the champ. Next week is just a formality.
Brutus: Luckily for us, their opinions don’t count for squat. He’s going to have to beat Downfall next week and that’s just not going to happen.
Jimmy Rollins: We’ll just see about that Brutus.
Jaye Doyle: Downfall, you might be the champ but it’s you who’s got something to prove… you said that yourself. You’ve got to prove that you can run with the best in the business, and if you wanna prove you can run with the Big Dog…
Crowd: YA CAN’T PISS LIKE A PUP!
Jaye Doyle: Or in Downfall’s case… ya can’t piss like a little rat!
Brutus: See? More lame catch phrases. Downfall was right about him.
(The crowd roars their approval as Doyle just drops the mic. “The Game” by Disturbed kicks in and Jaye climbs out of the ring, hops down to the floor, and makes his wat to the back to a thunderous ovation.)
( The scene switches to backstage in front of a door with a name-plate entitled, Pussy Valiante. A hand moves toward the door and knocks ... )
Pussy- Come in.
( THe door opens and the camera angle switches to inside the room showing Pussy sitting at her desk. From the door of the office appears Hugh Bristic. Pussy watches him come in with a not so amused look on her face. )
Pussy- Yes Hugh?
( Hugh walks up to Pussy's desk. )
Hugh- Pussy, you and me, we don't always get along. But I need a favor done, a favor that you owe to me!
Pussy- Hugh, I dont owe you anything.
Hugh- After the way my last IEW title reign ended, the longest IEW title reign in the recorded history of the company by the way. And after the way you ignored what happened. And after all I have done...
Pussy- Hugh I am sick and tired of hearing what the IEW owes to you. As I am sure the rest of the roster is to.
Hugh- I want you to book a match.
Pussy- If you wanted to book a match, you should have won the battle royal.
Hugh- Pussy I am ordering you to book that match.
Pussy- What authority do you have over me?
Hugh- My lawyers would have a field day with the way I have been treated. Especially the way my contractual guarenteed title rematch was never honored.
Pussy- Hugh dont you dare threaten me. The Wrestle Offs were your idea Hugh. And more importantly I am not at all afraid of your bumbling team of lawyers!
Hugh- Look all I want is a little fair treatment. Watchman cost me my IEW title reign. He practically handed over the title to that lug of a transistional champion, Chaos. And all I am asking for is one small match to be made.
( Pussy sighs. )
Pussy- What match Hugh?
Hugh- I want Watchman to have to face the toughest guy on this roster. Someone who will be ruthless in that match. A hand picked opponent.
Pussy- And who is this opponent?
Hugh- None other than Jaye "The Big Dog" Doyle.
( Pussy looks up at Hugh contemplating the match he proposes ... as the scene switches back to the ring. )
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen! This next match up is set for one fall and it is for the IEW Intercontinental Championship!
* Crowd roars. *
The Mic: Introducing first! The challenger, weighing in at 252 pounds! “Class Act” Trevor Adams!
The lights in the building drop. The crowd jumps to it's feet as the opening chords to "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D ring through the building. At the entranceway the shilouette of Trevor Adams, surrounded by a throbbing strobelight appears. The crowd boos loudly as he steps into the white spotlight at the top of the aisle.)
Brutus: There he is folks! There's the man who's bringing it home tonight!
JR: It? What's he bringing home? Some kind of disease?
Brutus: The IC title you idiot!
(With a smirk on his face, Adams raises his left arm in the air and begins to slowly saunter down towards the ring. The entanceway is bathed in gold back-lighting as the former IC champ mouths off to various fans of all ages as he approaches the ring. Suddenly an arm from the crowd raches out and tries to grab the superstar. Adams quickly turns with a fierce look and attempts to dive over the rail at the fan. Other onlookiners restrain Adams who collects himself and continues towards the ring.)
JR: Clearly you're one of the only people who actully like the thought of this man representing the Intercontinental title.
Brutus: I know. It's amazing how dumb these people are. We are in DC though...
(Adams pulls himself up onto the ring apron and looks out across the crowd to a shower of camera flashes. The boos are getting louder however he eats it up. He slides between the ropes, walks across the ring, and seats himself on the top rope on the far side of the ring. He flips off several fans at ringside as the boos continue to be thrown and the lights slowly rise. The music fades into nothing but heated crowd noise. Adams has an extremely intense look on his face.)
The Mic: His opponent,weighing in at 289 pounds! He is the IEW Intercontinental Champion! Rage!
*"Revolution" by Judas Priest begins to play, after the opening riffs, a blast of pyro goes off. Rage walks out with a smile across his face getting a mixed response from the crowd (weighed one way or another depending on his opponent Note To Writer: Take This Part Out and write in ( "But being boo'ed more" when facing a face or "but being cheered more" when facing a heel) He spends little to no time posing at the top of the ramp way, he just walks down the ramp with the same smile but the second he rolls into the ring he jumps up onto the turnbuckle and begins to scream and pose for the fans. He hops down to the ring level and gets ready for the match. *
JR: Rage would like nothing more than to hold onto his coveted IC Title belt however as you stated Brutus Adams is looking to take it!
Brutus: Of course he is Rollins why else would he be out here?
DING! DING! DING!
* Both men slowly circle the other, they lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Adams locks Rage into a headlock but Rage backs him into the ropes. Rage breaks the headlock by irish whipping Adams into the ropes. Rage knocks down Adams with a stiff shoulder as he bounced back. Adams leaps to his feet to be dropped by a hiptoss. Adams gets up again and again is dropped by another hiptoss. Adams grabs onto the second rope to pull himself up. When he turns around, Rage meets him with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope to the floor. Rage starts pumping the crowd up. *
JR: The Intercontinental Champion looking hot to start this title defense Brutus!
Brutus: Adams will recover.
* Adams takes a moment to compose himself just before the 10 count begins. Adams coolly rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. The competitors again circle one another. They lock up in another collar elbow tie up. This time, Adams pushes Rage into the counter. The ref gets into break up the maneuver. Adams breaks, steps back and delivers a stinging chop to Rage’s chest. Rage grabs Adams and throws him into the corner. Rage rears back and lands his own stinging chop to Adams’s chest. He hits another, then another, and another. Adams walks out of the corner holding his chest. He turns around and is dropped by a clothesline by Rage. The challenger rolls underneath the bottom rope to the outside to compose himself. *
JR: Once again Rage forces Trevor Adams to the floor to compose himself. Adams needs to set some kind of tempo if this match will last any longer.
* Adams climbs up to the ring apron, Rage meets him with a right hand. Rage takes advantage of the dazed Adams to slingshot him back into the ring. Adams is favoring his back after the landing. Rage irish whips Adams and lands a spine buster. Rage covers…..
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2…………………KICKOUT!
* Rage lands a right hand to the forehead of Adams. He lands another, then another. Rage picks his opponent up and irish whips him. Adams reverses and ducks down for a back body drop. Rage leapfrogs him, turns around and locks his arms around Adams’s waist. *
JR: Adams is in trouble here.
Brutus: Dang it.
* Rage flings Adams with a belly to back suplex. As Adams crawls back to his feet, Rage drops him again with a swinging neck breaker. Rage covers…..
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2……KICKOUT! *
JR: Another close call for the champ.
Brutus: Im telling ya JR Adams is perfectly ok!
* Rage disputes the count. Rage pulls Adams to his feet and slams his head into the top turnbuckle in the corner. Rage lands a stinging chop to Adams chest. He irish whips Adams into the far corner. Adams moves out of the way of a Rage corner splash. Rage stumbles forward and Adams takes advantage to clip his knee from behind. Rage crumbles to the mat favoring his knee. *
Brutus: What did I tell you JR?!?!
JR: Trevor Adams turning the tide here with a slick maneuver, taking out one of Rage’s legs.
* Adams taunts the crowd for a moment as Rage is still favoring his knee. Adams stomps on Rage’s knee. Adams stretches Rage’s leg out and drops his knee onto Rage’s knee. Adams then drops an elbow onto Rage’s knee. Adams drags Rage towards the corner. Trevor slides underneath the bottom rope and reaches into the ring to grab Rages leg. He slams Rage’s knee into the steel ring post. Rage yells in agony. *
JR: Adams is systematically taking Rage’s knee apart.
Brutus: He isnt one of the IEW elite for nothing JR!
* Adams again slams Rage’s knee into the side of the ring post. Adams attempts to slam it again but Rage kicks him in the face with his good leg. Adams stumbles back he approaches again and gets kicked in the face again by Rage. Rage slides out of the corner and grabs onto the ropes to pull himself up. Rage tenderly gets back on his feet with the help of the ropes. Adams slides back into the ring behind Rage and again clips Rage’s bad knee out sending him crashing to the mat. The ref checks on Rage while Adams poses for the crowd. *
JR: He’d be wise not to waste too much time posing.
* Rage crawls slowly to the ropes. Adams approaches and grabs his bad leg. Rage uses to the ropes to pull himself up and onto his good leg. Adams yanks on Rages bad leg to pull him away from the ropes. Rage hops to get a good position and smacks Adams in the back of the head with an enziguri kick. Both Adams and Rage fall to the canvas. *
JR: The champion got Trevor Adams flush with that kick. Unfortunately he’s not able to take advantage.
Brutus: All in the game plan of Trevor Adams, all in the gameplan.
* Adams uses the ropes to pull himself back up. He favors the back of his head. Adams shakes off the pain and is met with a forearm to his gut from Rage. Rage lands another forearm but is rocked back by a knee to the face from Adams. Rage falls back with his neck draped across the middle rope. Adams gets into position and nails a guillotine on Rage. Adams sits on the apron taunting a fan in the front row. Rage rolls on the mat clutching his throat. *
JR: The tempo has definitely switched back into the favor of Trevor Adams.
* Adams slides back into the ring. He grabs Rage by the legs and locks in the sharpshooter in the center of the ring. The ref is there checking on Rage, who keeps shaking his head no. *
Brutus: New IEW IC Champ!
JR: It is NOT over yet Brutus! Control yourself for god’s sake!
Brutus: Come on JR! Rage has no choice but to tap out here!
* Adams lerches back into the hold. Rage keeps shaking his head no in between shouts of pain. Rage reaches out to the ropes but is too far away to reach them. Rage pushes himself up and slowly walks on his hands to drag Adams and himself into the ropes to break the hold. Rage comes within inches of the ropes when Adams walks them both back into the center of the ring and sits back in the hold. The ref is again right in Rage’s face but Rage keeps shaking his head no. *
JR: Rage might be in deep trouble soon if he can not break this hold! His knee must be throbbing at this point.
* Rage once again pushes himself up and walks on his hands towards the ropes. He gets close again before Adams again drags them both back into the center of the ring. Adam yanks back on the hold. He yells for Rage to give up. Rage keeps shaking his head no. Adams releases the hold and slams his hands down on the top rope. *
JR: Adams released the hold, he just knew Rage wasn’t going to quit! Adams is livid!
Brutus: Come on Trevor!
* Adams picks Rage up and puts him down with a hard slam. Adams slowly ascends to the top rope. He poses briefly for the crowd. He leaps and misses with a flying elbow drop. Rage was able to roll out of the way just in the nick of time. Adams is rolling around favoring his elbow. *
JR: This might just be the window of opportunity the champion needs to come back!
* Rage slowly pulls himself up and is barely balancing himself on one leg. Adams rises and charges Rage. The champion ducks down and hits back body drop. Rage’s knee buckles after the maneuver and he goes down as well. Adams recovers and drops an elbow onto the back of Rage’s head. Adams picks Rage up and attempts a suplex but is reversed by the champ into a tornado ddt. Adams is down on his back, Rage is next to him favoring his leg once again. *
JR: Rage cant seem to capitalize because of that knee!
* Rage rolls over and slumps his arm across Adams chest for a cover…..
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2…………………..
3..NO! KICKOUT! *
JR: Wow Adams just barely kicked out of that one!
Brutus: Im not worried! Im not worried!
* Rage is on one knee. Adams slowly rolls over and pulls himself up. He walks right into a fireman’s carry slam by Rage. Adams pulls himself up slowly again. Rage balances himself on one leg. Adams charges Rage and gets dropped by a rock bottom. Both men are down. The crowd starts to get unsettled. The camera is shifted to the ringside area showing Shayne Cross hopping the guard rail and climbing up on the ring apron. The ref immediately prevents Shayne from entering the ring. *
JR: What the hell is Shayne Cross doing here?!?!
Brutus: Hahaha
* Cross continues to argue with the official. Rage notices Cross with the ref, he uses the ropes to pull himself up. He gingerly limps in the direction of the interference. From behind Adams low blows Rage. Taking advantage of the opening, Adams nails The Bastile. *
Brutus: Bastile!
JR: Oh no!
* Cross drops down off the apron. The ref issues him a warning. He turns to see Adams covering Rage…..
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DIN! DING! DING!
JR: That couldn’t have happened!
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winner and NEWWW IEW Intercontinental Champion! “Class Act” Trevor Adams!
JR: Rage got screwed, he got screwed!
Brutus: What are you going to do about it JR? Hahahahaha
* The ref hands the title belt to Adams who drops to his knees as he hugs the belt. Shayne enters the ring and slaps Adams on the back. Adams looks down at the belt and kisses it. He leaps to his feet and raises the belt above his head. He turns to Shayne and screams “ The plan went off perfect “, and, “ Were staying one step ahead of them all! “ *
JR: This is a travesty, Rage is still down while Adams celebrates a title he just stole with the man who helped him!
Brutus: Write your congressman JR!
Jimmy: I would, but we’re out of time. Goodnight folks!
(End transmission.)
Credits:
Match 1 - Jay Flanders
Match 2 - Jay Babstock
Match 3 - Lonnie Hash
Match 4 - Ed Higgins