(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.")
JR: Well here comes a man who has advanced to the semi-finals of the Light Heavyweight Championship tournament last sunday.
Brutus: Ugh, thanks for reminding me that we have to see even more of this loser.
Brutus: Oh get on with it you limey screw up.
JR: I’m still amazed at how much Malachi annoys you.
Brutus: There’s just something about him that just drives me insane.
JR: Like the fact people like him?
Brutus: You really need to shut up.
(After getting the mic, Malachi paces round the ring as the crowd starts off a “MAL-A-CHI!! MAL-A-CHI!!” chant. After a few seconds, Mal raises the mic to his mouth.)
Malachi: Well…. HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PHIL-A-DEL-PHI-AAAAAAA!!!!!!! (the crowd goes nuts) It’s great to be back here in this great city! Now, as you may or may not know, I’m not booked to wrestle tonight… (there is a slight boo like reaction from the crowd) … but I wasn’t going to let that mean I couldn’t come out here tonight for you great people!! (The crowd cheers) However, I do have a few things I’d like to talk about with you tonight. Firstl-
(Suddenly, pyro's explode on top of the ramp which cut off Malachi. With the house lights now off, a video stream filled with statics comes onto the Jumbotron, on which you can only just about make out the outline of a figure.)
Figure: Hello, Malachi. You failed my game last week, but you have one more clue to find. You may be surprised how close it is in this building. You have till the end of the show to find the clue then to find out who is behind all this. Make good use of your time and make your....choice.
(The feed cuts out and into complete static and the house lights come back up. Malachi stands in the middle of the ring looking bemused.)
Brutus: I don’t know what the hell just happened, but I’ll tell you one thing…
JR: And what’s that?
Brutus: It doesn’t look good for Malachi, and that makes me happy!
JR: You really need to get a-… wait a sec, what’s that?
(The camera look up the ramp to show what looks like a letter floating down from the ceiling. Malachi spots this, drops the mic, and rolls out of the ring to walk up the ramp to the fallen letter. Upon opening it, he opens it and looks inside. At this point Malachi’s trainer Jonah emerges from backstage, and they both look at what is inside. After a brief moment looking at each other, they suddenly walk backstage very quickly.)
JR: Well whatever was in that envelope, it has definitely gotten Malachi’s attention.
Brutus: Whatever. All I know is that we’ve gotten rid of that moron from the ring and I can watch people more deserving in that ring instead!
JR: Lets take you back to last week when one of the biggest surprises of the week happened just after a newly returned Jason Twisted was quickly eliminated from the Gauntlet.
(Return to last week’s footage.)
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!!
(following the clip we fade back to JR and Brutus.)
JR: ‘Tonight we have a special interview lined up with Driz from his Home in Shediac New Brunswick, is he back? We will find out later tonight.’
Brutus: ‘If he knows what’s good for him he will stay home and retired… Twisted and the Inner Circle are not to be messed with.’
(The lights faintly dim into complete darkness as eerie chamber music plays, gray smokes emit from everywhere video screen comes on with pictures of destruction and murders are seen pictures of war, fire and death as the images fades out into sinister laughing. The giant video screen lights up with a huge fireball rips through Earth, suddenly the lights brightly flash on "Better to Reign in Hell" by Cradle of Filth hits the speakers. Chaos comes puts his arms out to his side while yelling; he is wearing a 2 piece black Armani suit, sunglasses which he immediately pulls off. Revealing the determination and sacrifice in his eyes.
The Mic: he is the first to record date IEW Grand Slam Champion Marcus "Chaos" McLarkin!!!!!
Marcus: I have come here to address the world on a decision I have made, that I have been contemplating for weeks now but first Tonight I have came to show the World that Downfall is nothing more then a paper champion…a transitional champion. But it seems it didn’t happen just yet, better luck next time I guess. (Slight Laugh) That belt was never rightfully yours and there wasn’t one man in this business that could beat me single handedly and that was proved from time and time again. When Dream Man beat me for the Television Champion, it was his skank of a girlfriend that interfered.
(Marcus climbs into the ring from the steps)
Marcus: When Trevor Adams pinned me during a Tag Team Match, he had help form Croc and my lack of a partner Hugh Bristic and finally when you Downfall, it took the three of you to stop me. Some would say it was four but who am I to judge that, what’s done is done. So the second reason I came here tonight is to finally let you all know what has been on my mind in the recent weeks. I have been asked to head a billion dollar merger of my company Chaos Inc. with another rising sports fighting company. This is going to take up all my time. Money compared to wrestling. Which did I choose…Money of course. Wrestling has been my passion and life for the last eight years. I have come to the top of the company and I have become a legend and I have become the first IEW Grand Slam Champion in recent history. There is not another man that can compare to what I have done in this industry. So here tonight Philadelphia, Pennsylvania the home of champions. I Marcus “Chaos” McLarkin rightfully RETIRE from active wrestling to pursue my companies’ ideals.
Jimmy: What a weasel. He's retiring because he lost the title and didn't have the talent to win it back.
Brutus: Didn't you hear him? He's retiring to do other business.
Jimmy: Right. Whatever you'd like ot believe. So much for being such a great wrestle and champion.
[The lights dim and a green fog covers the arena as "Welcome to the Jungle" plays in the background. Crocodile enters the arena just as the music starts rocking, accompanied by a few strobe light flashes, as in a strike of lightning. He wears green and black face paint along with a crocodile-head-shaped headdress with a scaly cape attached.]
The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with the winner advancing to the next round of the IEW Light Heavyweight Championship Tournament. Making his way to the ring at this time, standing at 6'5" tall and weighing in at 230 pounds...CROC!!!
[Crocodile walks calmly to the ring with determination in his eyes. As Crocodile enters the ring, he shows off his agility by crouching on the top rope and somersaulting into the ring. Then Croc stands in the middle of the ring and lifts up his hands as green flames slowly protrude out of the four turnbuckles. Then, Crocodile throws his hands to his side, and the flames suddenly extinguish as the music stops and the lights turn back on. Then Crocodile takes off his headdress/cape, ready for the match as the entire place goes dark and the Large Screen turns on with an old fashioned countdown for old films appears. It counts down from 5......4......3......2.....1... SHOWTIME!! “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.]
The Mic: And his opponent, hailing from Hollywood, California. Standing at 5'10" tall and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is one half of the Directors. He is..."SHOWTIME" TOMMY CONTOUR!!!
[Tommy quickly spins around and puts his arms in the air, receiving many boos from the crowd. He walks out of the fog and jumps up and down to get ready for the match. Behind him, Reverend Rougeau walks out of the fog as well, carrying “The Script of Life”, Director-ism's most holy textbook. He stands beside Tommy and smiles as the pair of them makes their way to the ring. Tommy and Rougeau use the steel steps and enter through the ropes. Tommy points to himself with a cocky smirk. He turns towards Reverend Rougeau , who holds out the “The Script of Life”. Tommy falls on both knees and places his hand on it, as if he was praying. After a quick moment, Reverend Rougeau steps out of the ring, as Tommy warms up in the ring.]
JR: This is really going to be an exciting matchup. These are two of the best in the business going for a title the business has never seen.
B: You can say that again Jimmy, the wrestling industry has already been amazed at what out heavyweights can do. Now they're going to get to see what our lightweights can do, and all of this is leading towards a championship scene that the rest of the industry can still find a reason to drop their jaw over.
[Shane Stevenson calls for the bell.]
***DING***DING***DING***
[Both men circle around the ring as if they are going to square off, but as soon as Tommy Contour makes a move Croc runs away and climbs up on the second turnbuckle appealing to the crowd. Tommy Contour doesn't think too highly of this and runs over to him, but Croc jumps off into Tommy's shoulders and locks on a facelock before pulling him over driving his head into the canvas with a tornado ddt. Croc then takes the initiative to lift Tommy off of the mat and over his head, before bringing him down across his knee with a backbreaker. Tommy Contour grabs at his back as Croc goes to the top rope waiting for Tommy to get back to his feet. Tommy Contour slowly gets back to his feet as Croc jumps off the top rope with a sunset flip over Tommy's head, grabbing at his waist on the way down. He pulls Tommy over for a cover.]
Shane: 1...
B: And Tommy kicks out with the greatest of ease!!!
[Both men get to their feet flailing away at each other until Croc connects with a huge right sending Tommy Contour down to one knee. Tommy then tries to fight back by driving his shoulder into Croc's midsection, but Croc absorbs the blow and lifts Tommy Contour up over his shoulder before flipping him around like a flapjack and driving him into the mat with a Gory Bomb.]
JR: THERES THE CROC DROP!!! Cover...
Shane: 1...
2...
B: *mocking Jimmy* OH!!! And Tommy Contour just got his shoulder up. Kind of goes to show who really has the championship capability out of these two doesn't it?
JR: What do you mean by that? So far Tommy hasn't done anything but take punishment.
B: But he keeps getting back up, and that is what makes a champion.
[Croc lifts Tommy Contour up to his feet and jumps onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana, but Tommy piledrives Croc into the mat so hard that he bounces three times before landing spread eagle on the canvas. Tommy Contour takes the opportunity to go to the turnbuckle and climb up to the top rope. He begins setting himself up to jump off as Croc begins to finally start shaking out the cobwebs. Tommy jumps off with a diving headbutt, but on his way down Croc realizes what is happening and rolls out of the way. Tommy Contour rolls over onto his back holding his head as Croc runs and hits the ropes, returning with a knee drop across Tommy's face as soon as Tommy lowers his arms. Croc then lifts up Tommy Contour before bringing him down to the mat with a big spinebuster. Tommy Contour gets up bridging his back trying to shake the pain, by Croc just grabs his head and helps him up to his feet before driving him into the mat with a ddt. Tommy Contour's body is twitching, and Croc sees this as the perfect time to finish him. Croc lifts Tommy Contour up to his feet and sends him chest first into the corner. Tommy Contour jolts back from the corner into a shoulder block into his lower back that sends him back onto the corner, only holding on by his arms that are draped over the top ropes on each side. Croc then steps through the ropes and climbs up on the outside to the middle turnbuckle, where he then helps Tommy to his feet, lifting him up the turnbuckles. When Tommy gets to the second turnbuckle Croc steps on up to the top turnbuckle, before pulling Tommy on up to the top with him. Croc lets out a yell as he jumps off pulling Tommy Contour off with a lariat, continuing to yell all the way down to the mat. Croc lands on his knees as Tommy lands on his back bouncing up into Croc's forearm. Croc then reaches over hooking the leg as he looks at Shane Stevenson.]
Shane: 1...
2...
B: HAHA!!! I told you!!! Nobody can keep the divine interventions of The Directors from happening. Nobody!!!
JR: For once I do have to give Tommy some credit, I am really surprised that he did not lose the match to Croc's Airslam. Also, I really do think Tommy is a changed man. This is the first time in a while that I can remember him not cheating in a matchup.
B: Well, nobody can say it better than Reverend Rougeau, but in stealing his words I have got to say that if you want to be successful in life you have to have religion, and not one of those hokey ones either.
[Croc sits up looking Shane Stevenson in the eye while clapping his hands three times. Tommy Contour on the other hand kips up behind Croc before jumping again kicking Croc's right arm up with his right leg and wrapping his left leg around Croc's neck. Croc falls to the side as Tommy finished locking on the triangle choke hold and pulling back hard on Croc's right arm. Croc struggles trying to get free for a couple moments before kicking up with his legs and nailing Tommy square in his left kneecap. Tommy releases the hold as he rolls around holding his knee. Croc doesn't take any time to recompose himself before he goes for the attack, grabbing Tommy's newly hurt leg and quickly falls down into position with his left leg hooking Tommy's left leg, his right leg going behind Tommy's head pushing down with the knee. Croc also grabs Tommy's left arm putting it in an armbar with his right arm as he manages to lock both of his feet together. Croc them rolls over onto his right side putting all of the weight and pressure of the octopus hold on Tommy's neck, and holds it there with his free left hand. Philippe Rougeau gets on the apron getting Shane Stevenson's attention by saying it's an illegal hold, and then holds Shane at the ropes as he continues to point into the ring. At this time Tommy reaches into his tights and pulls out a small bottle of pepper spray, which he then uses to get Croc to release the hold. Croc is rolling around crying holding his face as Tommy is rolling around holding his neck. Shane Stevenson is finally released from Rougeau's custody to see this and begins a 10 count.]
Shane: 1...
2...
3...
JR: I couldn't exactly see what Tommy did to get out of that hold but let me just say whatever it was Croc appears to be crying like a baby.
B: Well I tell you Jimmy, its all rather clear to me. Tommy is a real champion, and Croc is nothing more than a whiny little spoiled brat who every time Tommy just TRIES to kick his ass he start crying about it.
[Tommy is finally starting to regain composure as Croc is still rubbing his eyes.]
Shane: 4...
5...
6...
JR: I wonder what Tommy did to make someone as tough as Croc cry like this.
B: Probably said something about his mother. I hear she died hunting zebras this past week.
JR: She did what?
B: Yeah man, she got a kill, but it had rabies and three days later she's four legs high to the sky.
JR: ...
[Tommy is starting to climb the ropes to his feet, but is taking a long time to do it. Croc is now batting his eyes as the tears keep rolling down.]
7...
8...
9...
JR: I don't know what happened to Croc's eyes, but it is rather clear that he is going to have to rely on his animal instincts to get him out of this one.
B: Yeah right Jimmy. If he had true animal instincts he would've been a World Heavyweight Champion by now.
[Tommy Contour is now on his feet as Croc rises to a knee. Shane Stevenson sees this and signals for the match to continue. Croc gets to his feet and runs towards the non-striped blob in his eyes, but as he does so he becomes easy prey for Tommy Contour as he dives into him with a spear. Tommy grabs Croc's arm and rolls him over before applying a crippler crossface. Tommy keeps this applied and it hands get covered in snot, and then he repositions the hold for under the chin with his right hand, released the left arm with his legs, hooks underneath the left arm with his left arm, and then clinches both of his hands. Tommy then straddles Croc's back pulling him backwards up onto his knees before applying the legscissors around Croc's body to finalize the tazzmission.]
B: YES!!! There is the plot twist!!! Croc will soon be nothing more than a pair of boots for the best Hollywood Director then wrestling community has ever seen!!!
[Croc falls limp in the hold, but as Shane Stevenson comes over to check the arm Tommy Contour throws him down. Tommy Contour then gets in Shane Stevenson's face.]
Tommy: You're not checking the arm. How am I supposed to win if you're not checking the arm?
[Shane Stevenson tries to leave the conversation to go check on Croc, but Tommy pulls him back.]
Tommy: I could kill him if you don't check his arm, and I don't want to kill anybody.
[Croc tries to get to his feet behind Shane Stevenson's back as Tommy Contour continues to talk smack, but as soon as he even gets halfway to his feet Philippe Rougeau enters the ring and hits him across the side of the head with "The Script Of Life" sending him back to the canvas. Rougeau then slides out of the other side of the ring as Tommy Contour walks back over to Croc, pointing down at him as he continues to talk to Shane Stevenson.]
Tommy: I'm telling you, this man is done. In fact, I'm going to prove to you that this man is done.
[Tommy Contour picks Croc up onto his shoulder and spins around landing him with an Angle Slam. Philippe Rougeau slides in a pair of shades that Tommy grabs and puts on before crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head as if to bask in the sun of a potential win as Shane Stevenson starts to count.]
B: There it is!!! The Break Taker for the win!!!
Shane: 1...
2...
3!!!
***DING***DING***DING***
[“Prayer” by Disturbed plays very loudly.]
The Mic: Advancing on to the next round of the tournament, here is your winner..."SHOWTIME" TOMMY CONTOUR!!!
[Shane Stevenson raises his arm, but Tommy Contour pulls it back again getting into Shane Stevenson's face.]
Tommy: Oh, so now you know how to raise someone's arm. But mine can only be raised by the holiest of hands.
[Philippe Rougeau walks over holding "The Script Of Life" as he raises Tommy Contour's hand in victory.]
JR: I can't believe it!!! Another match STOLEN by the hands of Philippe Rougeau.
B: Jimmy, calm down. Philippe didn't steal the match for Tommy. He simply presented Croc with the religion of Directorism and Croc didn't have faith in it.
JR: How can you say that?!
B: Simple, because those with faith are walking that fine line to the dressing rooms right now. Those without it, well they still seem to be groggy in the ring without direction.
Suddenly, the lights go off. Suddenly, an eerie African chant begins in some African language. The sounds of the African plains are heard (sounds of birds, elephants, and leopards, each with its corresponding animal). Then a lion’s roar is heard that over shadows all the other animal sounds. Then Lion is seen on the titantron with his sadistic smirk.*
Lion: Croc, you DARE to think that you know me? Firstly, IF you TRULY remembered the day you “caught” me, and then you’d know that there was a small amount of time that I did nothing. Now, the truth is that I LET you catch me. Ask Gorilla, he could tell you that. Had I not let you catch me, you would have been killed. Besides, you trying to catch me took days. Every time you made camp, I saw where you were and could’ve killed you ANYTIME I wanted. I was going to kill you that night. However, I came up with a plan. That plan was to let you catch me because I knew that I could brutalize anyone I wanted in the appropriate time. I stayed up most of the night coming up with my brilliant plan. In the end, it worked like a charm. Not even the old Lion knew what the plan was. So now we are in the aftermath where I am just going to do whatever I want without caring about repercussions. So you had better watch your back because you never know when I’ll attack you. When I do, you shall wake up in a pool of your own blood. So until then.
*The screen goes black, as the eerie African chant begins again. Words appear on the titantron that read “This time I won’t let you catch me. This time you shall FAIL like the rest. Croc looks shocked at the words.*
Jimmy: My goodness. I feel bad for Croc. I hope he can stop Lion.
Brutus: Are you kidding? Lion will do to Croc what he did to Gorilla or worse.
(The scene cuts to ringside and suddenly a bass guitar chord rings through the building. After a few notes, a voice shouts “Throw your hands in the air!” and the tune of “Simon Says” by Drain STH continues to play. The crowd cranes their necks towards the entrance to see who exactly will be making their way down the aisle. Needless to say they’re extremely disappointed when the familiar figure of Shayne Cross, the IEW Intercontinental Champion Trevor Adams’ agent appears.)
JR: Oh now what the hell is this?
Brutus: This… is a treat for every person in this building! This man is the agent for the guy who last week in my mind, is the smartest guy in this company!
JR: Oh yeah. Trevor Adams is such the upstanding citizen alright.
Brutus: See?! I knew you’d see it my way at some point.
(Cross walks from the back with a confident smirk on his face. He wears a dark blue dress shirt and black pants along with black wire frame glasses. His hair is slicked back as he strides confidently towards the ring. Half way down the aisle he stops next to a fan holding up a sign that reads “Cross takes it up the a**”. He laughs to himself and flips off the fan mouthing the words “You only wish buddy” to the fan.)
JR: Oh yeah he’s just as classy as his boss.
Brutus: It’s not his fault these people don’t know talent and are bitter they’ve been had.
(Cameras flash as Cross pulls himself into the ring. He goes to the ropes and pulls himself up on the 2nd level, raising his left arm in the air with a cocky grin. As the ring lights come up, Adams’ protégé grabs the stick from The Mic, threatening to slap him if he doesn’t give it up. The crowd boos loudly as Cross strolls to the middle of the ring and brings the stick up to his mouth to speak.)
Cross: Ladies and gentle…
(The crowd interrupts with a loud flurry of boos. Cross looks pissed off at the situation but continues to push ahead on his agenda.)
Cross: Ladies and gentlemen tonight you’re lucky eno…
(The crowd interrupts again with a deafening chant of “BIIIIIIITCH BOY…. BIIIIIITCH BOY!” Cross looks absolutely livid.)
Cross: Would all of you shut the hell up for a minute and let me talk??! What the hell is your damned problem?!
(The crowd jeers loudly again as Cross looks about ready to loose it. He rips off his glasses and glares out at the people.)
Cross: Okay fine. If that’s the way it’s going to be then I’m just going to leave. I don’t have to take your crap.
(The crowd suddenly cheers loudly as Cross starts towards the edge of the ring. He steps between the ropes and stops about half way through. He turns with a smile on his face and starts wagging his finger.)
Cross: Like I’d give you clowns the satisfaction. Gimmie a break.
(Crowd boos again as Cross moves to the center of the ring.)
Cross: Now whether you like it or not I’m out here for one reason and one reason only and that’s to publicly celebrate the accomplishment of a man that each and every last one of you pieces of trash wish they could be. The man that rookies in this business look up and think “I want to be him.”. A man who last week succeeded in accomplishing something that only a handful of people in this company, nevermind this business, have ever done and none any better than the man who I can proudly say pays my bills and a man who I’m proud to call my boss! Hell, the sheer fact that I have the chance to represent my client in his business dealings makes me wake up every day with the feeling that I’m living the dream! Ladies and gentlemen tonight we celebrate the legend that is classy. The legend that is intelligence personified. The living legend that is the “Class Act” Trevor Adams. Two time Intercontinental champion and the man who every single person in this building wishes they could be! Trevor. This one’s for you. From the bottom of my walle… I mean heart.
(Cross points towards the video screen as chants of “Shayne’s a bitch!” can be heard in the background. He bites his lower lip in an act of sad joy as a video starts to play on the screen.)
(The scene switches to the video.)
(“Live and Let Die” by Guns ‘N Roses begins to play. A shot of Trevor Adams walking down the aisle back in the days of the IEA is shown. A slow-mo shot of Trevor bleeding profusely with his hand raised standing in the middle of the ring follows that up…
“Makes you give in and cry… so live and let die….. live and let die”
As the music picks up shots of Adams hammering on opponents and performing high impact moves over his long career. Several shots of the reckloose moonsault are shown in regular time and slow motion as the song slows down. The crowd can be heard “oohing” in the background as at the first major pause in the song the tune switches.
“Who Are You?” by the Who starts to play as random shots of Trevor Adams holding up t-shirts saying his name, walking around ringside pointing to signs like “Adams is God” and short pieces of his entrance video are shown, slowly fading in and out. Suddenly that song comes to a stop as well.
“Innervision” by System of a Down blasts through the building as the video quickly picks up pace. The video shows a slow-motion image of Trevor standing atop a steel cage topped with barbed wire from what looks to be very early in his career. He holds a shining, unrecognizable title belt above his head. Flashing shots of a superplex off the top of the very same cage is shown, followed by a close-up of Trevor’s face, bloody and cut up. Next Trevor is showing going toe-to-toe with none other than IEW’s own Matt Rison. The scene quickly switches to Adams dropping the Bastille on Malachi and a quick shot of two years ago performing the same move on Kyle Styx. Finally a shot of Trevor holding the IC title belt in January at Manchester Divided.
“Innerviiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiioooooon.”
The music stops.
“We Can Be Heroes” by the Wallflowers starts up as the odd musical medley continues. As the lyrics of lead singer Jakob Dylan ring throughout the building a shots of Trevor Adams being pinned by Rage to lose the IC title are shown…
“We can be heeeeeeeeroes. Just for one day.”
As if by some divine video editing, shots of Adams and Malachi in the steel cage are shown. Bits and pieces of JR and Brutus’ commentary are thrown in for good measure as shots of Adams risking life and limb in the match. The corny music continues on with more shots of Trevor in recent matches, even a shot of him “beating down” Cross.
“Well I…. I will be king!”
A shot of Trevor laying out Rage with the Bastille with Shayne Cross on the ropes in the background is shown as the song slowly wraps up…
“We can be heeeeroes just for one day…. “
The video slowly fades to black with a shot of Adams holding up the IC title again from just one week ago on Mayhem. The scene cuts back to the arena and Shayne Cross standing in the ring. The crowd boos loudly.)
JR: What a shameless display of self promotion that was!
Brutus: Self promotion?! That’s his agent. It’s his job to create some hype around the guy! Besides, it was a perfect representation of everything Trevor Adams has accomplished over the course of career. Almost brings a tear to the eye.
JR: Oh for the love of… Give me a break.
(Shayne Cross is shown nodding his head slowly in the middle of the ring with a melancholy look on his face. The crowd boos loudly still.)
Cross: Amazing isn’t it? You see that sheer intensity? You Fell that pure emotion?! THAT is a man that every single person in this building tonight aught to look up to and respect for the sheer fact that he is, and always will be your intellectual and physical superior. And now ladies and gentlemen may I present the man of the hour. The man who when he walks into a building is instantly better than each and every last one of you. The IEW Intercontinental Champion. TREVOR AAAAAAADAMS!!
(The opening melodic chords to “Clubbed to Death” by Rob D play over the crowds angry yelling. The ring lights drop as the stage is lit in a gold bath. A white spotlight shines down on Trevor Adams as he steps from the back. He wears tan pants, black shoes and a light blue dress shirt. Over his shoulder the IEW IC title glistens as cameras flash. He steps forward as a shower of pyro rains down behind him near the entranceway. He lifts the title high above his head with two arms, a smirk across his face. Slowly Trevor makes his way down the aisle towards the ring. As he approaches the ringside area is lit up in gold. He makes his way up the stairs, stopping at the top stairs and looking out over the crowd. He shakes his head slowly before stepping between the ropes.
Adams walks across the ring and shakes hands with Cross as the lights come up. The crowd is on it’s feet and absolutely livid. Trevor takes the mic from Cross. The crowd begins an “asshole” chant. Adams smiles.)
Adams: You mean to tell me you can’t be any more original than that?
(More boos. Adams smirks.)
Adams: Yeah that’s about what can be expected from Philadelphia. You people are nothing more than bottom feeding scum sucking parasites that would rather see someone have their head taken off with a chair than see someone who actually has what we like to call talent and experience show just that in the middle of the ring.
(Crowd boos.)
Adams: Don’t get me wrong. Every once in a while… Sometimes you just gotta have a good chair shot but each and every last one of you knows what I’m referring to. I know for a fact that it eats at the core of you every time someone takes that… experience… and uses it in vain. I know because in a lot of ways it reminds me of our very own IEW locker room. As that oh so inspiring video just showed you I have been through hell and back in my career, perhaps even more than once. When you go to hell you develop a respect for it. You develop a respect for what happens there and you develop a desire to bring every last person you face in the ring to that very hell and make them suffer. What this business has taught me over the years is that if you don’t respect the hell out of it you will never get to the top. If you look at your work as nothing more than a joke then you’re going to sit there toiling in obscurity for your entire career.
(He pauses and looks around. The crowd has quieted somewhat.)
Adams: I learned a long long time ago that the only way to get ahead in this business is to do things your own way and in doing so it’s by any means necessary. There aren’t enough people in this company who understand that and that’s exactly why they are never going to eclipse the level that I’ve taken us to. Simple as that.
(Crowd boos once again.)
Adams: Look you can sit there and boo all you want but you know deep down I’m exactly right. Where are all your heroes that did nothing but get the hell beaten out of them night after night after night? They’re sitting around in some dirty-ass hotel room wondering why the hell the room is spinning around. Newsflash! It’s probably because you took twenty-seven kendo stick shots to the head in front of 75 people at a community center! I look down the IEW roster list and I see three, maybe four guys who even have the remote chance of being remembered. I know damn well I’m going to be remembered, and it’s sure as hell not because I came out here, joked around like an idiot and tried to impress people with stupidity.
(The crowd boos loudly again. Adams smiles and holds his hand up.)
Adams: Now now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking but Trevor… You’ve done some pretty stupid things. And yes. To the untrained eye I’ve done some ridiculously stupid things. The fact of the matter is that every single thing I’ve done in my career is a calculated risk. I’m smart enough to know what I can and can’t get away with and I know full well that guys who come down that aisle with the intention of topping me are willing push that risk to the point of blindness. The bottom line is that I am where I am for a reason. I stand before you with the Intercontinental title because I said so. Not because someone let me have it.
(Cameras flash as Adams holds the belt up in the air. Boos are still heard throughout the building followed by a small smattering of applause. Adams’ intensity shows on his face as he continues to speak.)
Adams: I don’t come out here claiming to be a comedian. I don’t come out here claiming to be some outrageous character like Black Beard the Pirate. Hell I don’t come out here trying to claim I’m anything I’m not. I don’t come to the ring with the mindset that I’m going to do something to impress each and every one of you people. I come to the ring KNOWING I’m going to impress you. Like it or not you know it’s true. Trevor Adams gets things done and I’ve got the gold to back it up. If you don’t like the way it’s done then you can kiss my ass because I really don’t give a damn. Fact is I’ve got the results to back it up.
(He pauses for a moment then looks up with a smirk, slowly nodding his head.)
Adams: Funny isn’t it? You people all shut up when the truth is shoved so far down your throats you can feel it coming out of your ass. I stand before you tonight the IEW Intercontinental champion, a position that most of you could only dream of being in. I stand before you in a place where I will be until I choose otherwise. You notice how there’s a lineup of people a mile long trying to get this strap away from me? Yeah I notice there isn’t any either. They know something. They know that the second they think they have a chance I’d snuff it out, leaving them a shattered human being. Ask Rage. Hell the only reason the Light heavyweight title is such a damned exciting tournament is because they know I can’t walk in there and win it! Next week things are going to change.
(He pauses again as the crowd quiets.)
Adams: I’m tired of sitting around waiting for people to step up to the plate. If they won’t come to me, then I’m going to them. I may be the champ but the lack of respect the people in this company show for the business that feeds their families and puts clothes on their back still makes me sick. I’m tired of people making a mockery of something I’ve worked damned hard at for my entire career. Last but not least I’m tired of every single one of you people eating it up like a bunch of spoon fed pansies with no mind of your own. Next week the next chapter of the revolution of IEW begins and if you don’t like that… You…. Can…
(Adams pauses as a portion of the crown screams out “deal with it!!”. He laughs to himself as dark look crosses his face.)
Adams: Try to prove me wrong. Deal with it.
(Adams slams the mic down on the canvas as his music starts up again. Shayne Cross smiles and nods his head in the background as Trevor pulls himself onto the second rope in the corner. The crowd boos loudly as he holds up the IC title belt.)
Brutus: Didja year that JR?! Next week!!
JR: I heard it. I just want to know what the hell he’s up to!
(The scene cuts backstage. Rizzo is pacing in his lockerroom until a knock happens. Rizzo opens the door and Alec is standing there. Rizzo exits the room and he and Alec talk in the hallway.)
Rizzo: Where is he?
Alec: He's not here, that's for sure.
Rizzo: Alec, don't cover up for him. Where the hell is he?
Alec: *A bit more stern.* He is not here. I am not covering up for him.
(Rizzo grabs Alec by the throat and he jacks him up against the wall.)
Rizzo: One more time before I punch your ticket to hell before Nicks. Where is he?
Alec: *choking* He's.. not.. Here... prick.
(Rizzo lets go of Alec and he drops to the floor, grasping his throat.)
Alec: What the f**k kind of way is that to say thank you for saving Heidi
and your unborn baby?
Rizzo: I do appreciate what you did, but it doesn't excuse you for your betrayal. What you did wasn't for me, it was for Heidi. You wanted to be the hero, and you were for once. Felt good, didn't it?
Alec: I was doing what's right. Do you even know WHY Nick was in the lockerroom?
Rizzo: Good, get out of here.
(As Alec leaves Rizzo turns around. He almost runs into Leigh Beido, who is standing with a mic.)
Leigh: Well hello there.
Rizzo: Not now.
Leigh: Aww, come on. Just a couple quick questions?
Rizzo: Fine.
Leigh: Superb. So, by the way it looked, you know what went down last week.
Rizzo: Ask your question already.
Leigh: So, what are you going to do now?
Rizzo: I'm going to go put an end to it all. It ends, Leigh. The assaulting of a pregnant woman, the turning my brother against me, and the making my life a nightmare. It's just not right. There are certain things a human shouldn't do to the other. Attempting to kill his wife and his kid is on the very f****g top. So, I'm going to respond in kind.
Leigh: Jeez, doesn't sound good for him at all.
Rizzo: It certainly does not.
Leigh: Ok, changing subjects.. How about that gauntlet match last week?
Rizzo: Simply pathetic. I always thought Warpath was this big ass kicking machine. Instead, it's like IEA business as usual, still losing to Walker.
Leigh: Didn't you also lose to her?
Rizzo: Yep, I did. And she beat me fair and square. But, come on now. How can my loss compare to Warpath's? Walker had to go through Redd Dogg, Hightower AND Jason Twisted. Warpath, this big bad ass, couldn't put the tranny away after she was beaten down. I'd have to retire if my first big match in IEW ended like THAT.
(Rizzo turns around to see Warpath has just entered the scene catching the tail end of his conversation. Without thinking a very frustrated Warpath spears Rizzo backwards, sandwiching him into the back wall. Rizzo drops to the floor, Warpath continues his assault by throwing a variety of rights and boots. Following, Warpath catches his composure.
Warpath: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
Warpath turns and makes his way back down the hall. Rizzo lays out on the floor squirming a bit trying to catch his breath. The scene cuts to another part of the backstage area. Sean DuBose is walking backstage, with Bitchboy in hand, smiling and whistling. He turns the corner and he trips and hits the floor. He stands up, looks down, and sees Titan on the floor. Sean kneels down and he tries to wake Titan up. He rolls titan over on his back and sees him bleeding from the forehead, quite profusely at that.)
Sean: Son of a bitch!
(Sean gets up and he yells for help. No one is around to answer. He kneels down and talks to the unconscious big man.)
Sean: Damn, dude. I know you can’t here me. But, I’ll be right back. I’m going to find some help. And don’t worry, Riz and I will look after Jaye.
(Sean takes his shirt off and he puts it on Titan’s head to soak up the blood. He leaves it there as he gets up and runs off to find help. The scene switches to Jimmy and Brutus.)
Jimmy: Titan’s out cold! Doyle’s going to be all alone. And that means trouble!
Brutus: Eh, if he was as great as he claims, he’ll have no problem.
Jimmy: At least Sean and Rizzo are looking after Jaye.
Brutus: Apparently Sean didn’t see what happened to his boy Rizzo at the hands of Warpath.
Jimmy: Very true. I guess one Assassin is better than none. Anyway, let’s get on with the show!
"Revolution" by Judas Priest blasts over the speaks abruptly. The fans look up the ramp and cheer as Rage walks down the ramp with a crutch. He slowly limps down and gives high fives to people with in reach. He manages to roll into the ring and prop himself back up with the ropes and his crutch. The music slowly pans out as the crowd's cheers are heard. Rage just smiles as he looks over the crowd as they cheer him despite the injury and despite the appearance. He slips out a microphone as they begin to silence.
Rage- Well... Thank You Philadelphia!
The Crowd explodes into another frenzy. Rage laughs to himself as he pulls the microphone away to let them scream and shout. After a good pause he gets back on the microphone.
Rage- What can I say that everyone hasn't already said before... I was screwed, I was screwed in the Nation's Capital. Trevor "Slick Dick" Adams and Shayne "Deep Throat" Cross came in and did a number on the old Democratic Party Headquarters, and now look at where I am, a victim of Rage-Gate! The IC Title was taken from me, but not only that, but, some time off my career was stolen too.
WAMM, Right in the leg, Taken out of action for God Knows How Long!
As the crowd favorite, everyone just boo's the acts that went down in Washington, D.C. Rage chirps over them.
Rage- But No-No-No... Don't boo them, That's what Trevor wants! That's what Ol' Class Act, Slick Dick wants. He just wants to have everyone know that, with a little help he took down The Offspring of
Xtremity. He just wants to be know for taking out the greatest extreme champion, the greatest Intercontinental champion, and the greatest World Champion to ever grace The
IEW!
The cheers pour out as Rage grins as he looks all around.
Rage- Hell, Calling Adams the man behind Rage-Gate... That's too big of step, I mean, let's face it, the man's not to bright. We all know who really is behind it, We all know that it was a collaboration between Hugh Brisitic and our reigning world champion, Downfall!
They Boo.
Rage- They wanted little old me out of the picture. Can I say I blame them? No, because I guarentee you if I was them, and they were me, I'd do the same thing. I'd pull a Tonya Harding on them too if I knew that he was going to come storming down from a reign as the Anarchy Champion, as the IC Champion. I'd pull a Rage-Gate on them too! Look, Enough of the Hypothetic here, It just boils down to one conclusion, Downfall and Hugh know that they can't measure up to half the champion I am. They can preach up and down about me not being championship material, they can rant and rave until they turn blue in the face, but they can never, and will never add up to what I have accomplished.
Rage takes a deep breath, as the camera zooms up into his face.
Rage- Get real close now... Hugh, Downfall, Trevor Adams and whoever else wants to join in on My Enemies List On Rage-Gate or who just plain has to pick a bone with me, your day will come, It definitely won't be today, it won't be tomorrow, hell, it won't even be two weeks from tomorrow or two months... Your time will come, and when that clock stops clicking... You'll look up in a daze wondering, What hit you, What happened, and then reality will come crashing into the horizon. You'll realize all the humiliation and pain you put me through, waiting and recovering has manifested into one of the most vicious attacks ever seen in history.
The Fans go absolutely nuts. Rage laughs and yells over them.
Rage- If you think what happened to Boca was bad, Wait till I come back and get even!
He slams down the microphone as "Revolution" reprises. The fans go insane again as Rage makes his exit.
Jimmy: What a shame, losing such a great competitor. Now HE was a real
world champion, unlike that two week fill in Chaos.
Brutus: Rage was pathetic, his time was over, and thankfully he's gone.
The Mic- The following match is scheduled for one fall! It is a quarter-final round match in the Light Heavyweight Tournament to crown the first ever Light Heavyweight Champion. First he is a former IEW Intercontinental Champion ...
( [Light music kicks in and a large desert is showed and the camera is panning across the surface and then it suddenly stops when the words "Whatever it takes!" is screamed by Sonny of P.O.D. and "Whatever It Takes" by P.O.D. kicks in and Dragon raises up from under the sand. Just as the scene goes to the arena from showing full screen of the entrance, fog is seen filling the arena during the calm part of the song and then bright white lights when the music kicks back in heavy and Dragon is showed making his way down to the ring and then rolls in under the bottom rope and then takes of his hooded zipper up sleeveless shirt and waits for his opponent to come to the ring.] )
The Mic- Dark Dragon!!!
JR- Dragon at 5'9, and 200 pounds is a shining example of light heavyweight success in the IEW.
The Mic- And his opponent, he is one half of Deth Squad ... Razor!
( "How many people wanna kick some ass!" *Stroke 9's "Kick Some Ass" begins playing and a chorus of boos rain down from the crowd. Razor steps through the curtain followed closely by Deth. Deth is flipping off the fans as they make their way to the ring. Razor climbs up onto the apron and into the ring. He stands in the center and raises his arms up and the crowd boos louder. Deth is still yelling at the crowd to shut up as he sets himself in Razor's corner. Razor just waves his hands in a 'brushing aside the boos' manner and then walks over to Deth for some last minute advice.)
Brutus- Two great competitors ...
JR- None are really fan favorites but even still, these are two accomplished individuals.
( Razor and Dragon circle the ring, opposite of eachother. Razor signals for a lock up and the two come to a grapple in the center of the ring. Both competitors jockey for posistion, but they both come up short. The two break the lock up. Razor circles and sticks his hand out. Dragon slaps it away. Razor sticks it out again and this time Dragon grabs it. )
JR- Is this a test of strength?
( Razor puts his other hand out and Dragon goes for but Razor ducks under and locks Dragon into a standing headlock. Dragon tries to pry his head free but Razor slides on his haunches and maintains the lock. Razor swings his body weight slamming Dragon to the mat. Dragon scrambles his legs close to his body and manages to get back up. Razor still has the head lock but this time Dragon winds up and pushes Razor off and into the ropes. Razor hits the ropes but Deth grabs him from the outside preventing him from swining back into a Dragon. Razor puts his hands up as if to say it was his skill that stopped Dragons move. Dragon looks a little pissed and yells at him. )
JR- See I don’t think I like that. Deth is going to be a factor in this match.
Brutus- We'll see Jimmy.
( Razor moves toward Dragon and signals another lock up. BUt Dragon just kicks him in the gut and then swings him to the ropes away from Deth. Razor hits the ropes as Dragon runs toward him and hits a monkey flip! Razor bounces off the mat grabbing at his back. He shoots up and turns around into a Dark Dragon forward roll turned into a clothesline! Razor stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Deth shouts from ringside. Razor shakes the stun off and runs at Dragon with a clothesline, but Dragon forward rolls and ducks the clothesline. Razor looks confused with his back turned briefly to Dragon who jumps up from the roll and drop kicks Razor to the mat. Razor hits the mat face first. Dragon signals to the crowd, his hardcore fans cheer as the rest boo. Dark Dragon bounces off the ropes and rolls toward Razor with a rolling thunder like move but turns the flip into a corkscrew stomach splash! Dragon turns over Razor and covers ....
JR- Rolling Fire! And speaking of fire, Dragon is on fire here.
One
Two
Deth pulls Razors leg!
Brutus- Deth and Razor, always a tag team. There names are synomous with eachothers and with Deth Squad.
( Razor uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Dragon gets up llooking pissed. He throws a forearm into Razors face, he then backs off into the ropes and comes at Razor with a running elbow smash, but as Dragon comes close to Razor, Razor explodes with a spinning back kick! Dragon is stunned and gets hit with a second spinning back kick! Razor then hits a standing dropkick! )
JR- What a combo by Razor. See I wish he would just let his wrestling win a match, and not bring out Deth to ringside.
( Razor steps out onto the ring apron, Dragon slowly pulls himself up in the center of the ring. As he turns around Razor comes off with a spring board missile dropkick! Razor turns Dragon over and covers ....
Brutus- What Action!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
( Razor slams his hand on the mat in frustration. )
JR- This is the light heavyweight division Brutus. These guys can range from cruiserweights to solid heavyweights, and that means they can do it all from powermoves to hurricanaranas!
( Razor pulls Dragon closer to the ropes near Death. Then Razor hits the ropes with a springboard Asai moonsault from the second rope, landing straign on Dragon! RAzor stays on for a cover as Deth grabs Dragons legs for the pin ... )
One!
Two!
Thr.. Dragon kicks out.
( Razor stands up and turns to Deth asking him what went wrong. )
JR- Come on Razor!
Brutus- What?
JR- He's ruining the match, or more precisely, Deth is.
Brutus- All I see is a perfectly good match between two of my favorite wrestlers.
JR- You would.
( Razor stomps the mat and turns back to Dragon. He grabs his head and slowly pulls him up. Dragon breaks out of Razors grip and hits the mat. Razor tries to recover and fumbles around, finally grabbing Dragons leg, but Dragon spins it into an enziguri! Razor with a comedic dazed look his face turns around in surprise. Dragon shoots up and hits a mat slam (Side Effect) on Razor! Dragon covers ....
One!
Two!
Deth puts Razors leg on the bottom rope!
( The ref turns to Deth and starts yelling at him. Dragon pulls Razor to the center of the ring. He picks him up and hits a suplex on Razor. Dragon armbars Razor and pulls him up only to faceslam him onto the mat! )
JR- Viral Infection!
( Dragon covers .... )
Brutus- Dragon there’s no ref! Look around!
( Dragon indeed looks up and sees no ref. Dragon yells and finally the ref finishes warning Deth and covers for Dragon. )
ONE!
TWO!
Razor gets his arm up!
JR- Took too long to get the ref's attention.
( Dragon gets up looking pissed off at Razor and Deth's antics. Dragon yells at the ref who turns around to make sure Deth understood his warning. Dragon then picks up Razor and kicks him square in the crotch! The crowd - oooohs! Dragon then goes to the turn buckle and takes off the padding, he picks up Razor and sends him face first into the metal turnbuckle. Razor falls flat onto the mat. )
Brutus- Dragons finally fighting fire with fire! Yes!
JR- He's lowering himself to Razors level.
( The ref turns around to see Dragon on the top turnbuckle, he starts a five count but Dragon comes off with a shooting starpress, mid air the arena lights up with camera flashes. )
Brutus- Darkness Falls!
JR- A beautiful shooting star press!
( Dragon covers ... )
ONE!
TWO!
( Deth puts his hands on his head in terror. )
Thre... Razor gets his arm up!
JR- That was as close as close can be.
( Dragon pulls up Razor but Razor uses the momentum to set up and hit a desperation Russian Legsweep! Razor hits the mat, falling on his hands and knees. Dragon pulls him self up slowly and walks after Razor again. Razor hits an outof nowhere HBK style short distance superkick! )
JR- The Close Shave!
( Razor hits the mat again taking a breather. )
Brutus- This match is great!
JR- Lightheavyweight action Brutus, the best of both worlds. We had an amazing match between Hugh Bristic and EG Mackie last week. And another great match between Malachi and Contour.
Brutus- Well forget that Jimmy, whose gonna win this one?
( Dragon and Razor are both up. Dragon throws an elbow into Razor's head. Razor replies with a hard knife edge chop, and then another! And another! Razor backs Dragon into the turnbuckle and hits him with a fourth and fifth knife edge chop. Razor then pulls Dragon away from the turnbuckle but Dragon ducks under Razor's arms and hits a German Suplex! )
JR- That rocked the ring.
( Dragon keeps the lock and rises with Razor, he hits another German Suplex! )
JR- Dragons rolling with those suplexes, trying to wear down Razor.
( Dragon pulls him up again but Razor sends a backwards kick right into Dragons groin. Dragon backs off. Razor grabs the bent over Dragon and hits a snap suplex! Both men lie on the mat for a moment. )
Brutus- Back and forth Jimmy.
( Dragon and Razor both get up again. This time Razor ducks under Dragon and attempts a fullnelson facebuster ... )
JR- Will Dragon get the Razor Plant!?
( Dragon fights out and sends Razor face first into the exposed turnbuckle from earlier. Dragon then jumps out onto the apron and climbs the same turnbuckle, Razor stumbles away ... )
JR- No Razor Plant but Dragon is going for the Tortured Nightmare, using a different setup for his top rope huricanarana!!!
( But Deth comes from behind and pushes Dragon off! The ref doesn't see this but notices Deth's prescence and yells at him to leave the ring side! Deth looks pissed. Dragon lands on his feet on the mat but turns around to yell at Deth and tell him to leave. )
Brutus- Dragon look behind you!
( Razor sneaks up as Dragon is turned away and hits a front fullnelson face buster!! )
JR- Razor Plant!!
( Razor covers ... )
ONE!
TWO!
( Razor puts his feet on the nearby turnbuckle ropes, the ref doesnt see. )
Three!
Brutus- Just like that Jimmy.
JR- You know it was a great match ruined by these two guys cheating, and especially by Deth! I dont think Razor even needed to use the ropes, but he did anyway. He was so desperate to win ... I dont think he proved a thing ...
Brutus- Jimmy, shut up!
Ding Ding Ding
The Mic- And the winner of this match by pinfall, Razor!!!
( Deth slides into the ring and congratulates Razor, the two leave the ring celebrating as Dragon gets his bearings looking pissed off. )
JR: ‘We are now going to take you live to Shediac New Brunswick Canada, the home of the individual at the center of rumors and speculations a plenty; Driz.
(The camera splits to show both JR and Brutus on one side and Driz on the other wearing a black turtle neck and seated on a sofa in a stylish den.)
JR: ‘First off let me thank you for taking time to speak with us tonight Driz. How have you been spending your time since you left the IEW?’
Driz: ‘I have been taking full advantage of my new found retirement JR… I have finished a degree. I have been involved behind the scenes politically, and I have begun coaching football at a local High school. I’ve had the opportunity to travel a fair bit in my spare time, which is how this all came about… I would assume my life would have gone under the radar had I not been in Washington last week to visit the new Canadian Ambassador to the US. While in town I though I would be able to take a few hours and enjoy the show, but things kinda ended differently than I expected.’
Brutus: ‘You got that right Driz, you stuck your nose in Twisted’s business and almost had it broken.”
Driz: ‘The minute I became concerned with Twisted and his business was the minute he decided to lay his hands on a 55 year old Father who was taking his Kid to see the show. What can I say I have always had a soft spot for the Family unit… Twisted is just lucky I am retired.’
Brutus: ‘You say “I am retired” but weren’t you really at the show because the executive have been recruiting you to return to the IEW? And isn’t it true that you are planning to return very soon?’
Driz: ‘Nothing could be further from the truth! I am happy, never more so than now… I do what I want, I am involved where I want to be, and I am able to let these nagging injuries recover. I have never been in better shape I am well rested and very conte…’
(A knock at the door interrupts Driz mid sentence, confused, since he wasn't expecting anybody else, but he gets up and answers it. When he opens the door, he is tackled by Jason Twisted Driz’s head and shoulder slam hard into the wall leaving a huge hole in it.)
Twisted: ‘Who do you think you are sticking your nose in my business? You are going to regret ever laying your hands on me!’
(Twisted punches Driz while he's down a few times, kicking and stomping him, and then he lifts Driz to his feet. Driz tries to fight back, peppering Twisted with right hands, but Twisted kicks him in the groin. Driz falls to his knees in pain, and tries to get back to his feet as Twisted grabs him and starts pounding on his back Driz fights back by punching Twisted in the stomach, and shoving Twisted into the wall. The wall cracks, and Twisted gets back up. Twisted grabs a potted plant and smashes it over Driz's head. Twisted grabs Driz's head and rams it into the wall, three times. On the last one, Driz's head is buried in the wall, and Twisted pulls him out and lets him fall limply to the ground.)
Twisted: Maybe next time you won't get involved in Inner Circle business.
(Driz is still trying to get to his feet. Twisted kicks him in the face, and turns his back and walks out the door.)
JR: ‘Oh My!’
Brutus: ‘Twisted certainly took exception to Driz’s meddling last week.’
JR: ‘Twisted is lucky that monster is retired… he may be playing with Fire.’
Jimmy: Well Brutus, it seems as if we have some footage from earlier in the day concerning the Dream Team.
Brutus: Oh really, then lets get to it.
( The scene cuts to a taping of earlier in the day where we are outside the steps of the Spectrum where there is a group of people standing and the Dream Team are standing at the top at the podium next to something covered up. Dream Man steps up to the mic. )
Dream Man: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you for coming to this event. Basically you are here today to witness true greatness and pride in Philadelphia, Standing to my right is the spot where the statue or Rocky stood. Now after long talks with the city council we decided What did Rocky do for this city besides propose at the Zoo. Nothing, it was just a movie. This City needed something to recognize there true winners. Not the Eagles because they never have and never will be winners and besides, they got rid of their biggest headache Tuesday but yet, he could have been their only saving point as well. Then we have the Flyers who have had there days and they are gone and the Sixers. Hah, don’t even get me started on them. No today we celebrate true Philadelphia greatness as I unveil to you the new statue to stand at the top of the Spectrum stair case, the true sports superstars of Philadelphia, the Dream Team.
( Dream Man removes the white tarp to reveal a statue of Magnum and Dream Man standing back to back with the Tag Titles over their shoulder with Tanya in front of them as the reporters and fans start snapping away with their cameras. )
Magnum: That’s right, now everyone who comes to this great city will know who the real winners are around here. We are the heart and soul of this City and we will show you all tonight why we are the best and why Philadelphia needs us to represent itself as Champions. This Statue will stand here for eternity and every man woman and Child will look at this statue and realize just how great we, I mean this city really is. Now if you don’t mind, we have to go and get ready for our match tonight so we will leave the Mayor here to answer any of your questions. Thank you and we hope to see you inside later.
( The camera cuts back to Jimmy and Brutus )
Brutus: I wish I had a statue made for me.
Jimmy: And what have you done that was so great?
Brutus: I made you look like you know what you have been doing for the past few years, thats what and if that isn?t worth anything then forget it.
Jimmy: Whatever you say Brutus, lets get on with our next match.
Mic: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the IEW Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the challengers, Gulgamek and "The Seventh Angel" Adam Chastane, THE PUUUUUUURRRRGEEE!!!
(Spotlights flash from out of the entranceway as an eery music begins to play. Words appear on the video screen as Dragula by Rob Zombie begins to play.)
Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
(A pyro explosion is seen just as the chorus kicks in. Out from the back decked in his customary trench coat with the hood down over his face is "The 7th Angel" Adam Chastane. He stops just a few feet infront of the entrance way. Lightning strikes from the top of the arena to the entranceway sparking off a huge pryo explosion. The lights go out in the entire arena except for one bright spotlight shining from the entranceway. For Whom The Bell Tolls kicks off. A massive shadowy figure is shown slowly walking through the light. As he gets closer to Chastane its revealed to be Gulgamek. He stops next to his partner. They both look at each other. Charles Childs comes out from behind them. He begins to lead them down the aisle together. Chastane slides under the bottom rope, while Gulgamek steps over the top rope. Charles Childs climbs up the ring steps with a big smile on his face. Chastane perches himself on the second rope posing for the crowd. He runs his hands across his waist symbolizing he wants a title. Gulgamek stands in the middle of the ring in a dominating stance awaiting their opponent.)
Mic: And their opponents, they are the Tag Team Champions, Magnum and Dream Man... the DREEEEAAAAM TEAMMMM!!!
(The arena goes black as "Kashmir" by Led Zepplin starts up. Fog starts to come out of the entranceway and silver lights light up the entrance as Magnum and Dream Man makes there way out from behind the curtain. They walk slowly and calmly down to the ring. They gets to the ring and stands there staring at there opponent's. After a few seconds, Magnum steps onto the ring, grabs the top rope, puts his right leg on the apron and steps up and over the top rope as Dream Man slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. Magnum climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. THey both steps back and walk to the corner.)
JR: Both teams look ready to go for this match.
Brutus: What did you expect, one of them to say "hold up, I need to tie my shoe"?
(Dream Man and Magnum argue about who should start the match, and they play rock- paper-scissors for it. Dream Man gets rock and covers Magnum's paper, and laughs at him. Magnum mutters something, and moves over to Gulgamek. The two big men circle each other warily.)
JR: So it looks like the two biggest men in the match will start things off.
Brutus: Good eye, Captain Obvious.
(Magnum and Gulgamek lock up in a collar elbow tie-up. Both men appear to stalemate at first, as they jockey for position, but finally Magnum starts to get the better of Gulgamek and shoves him to the mat. Chastane and Dream Man are both a little surprised. Gulgamek gets up, a little angrily, and calls for another lockup. The big men tie up again, and Gulgamek starts to overpower Magnum this time, pushing him to his knees, before finally throwing him a few feet across the ring. Magnum gets to his feet, and runs at Gulgamek, at the same time Gulgamek gets set and runs at Magnum. They collide, and drop each other with clotheslines. Dream Man slaps his forehead, as does Chastane.)
JR: This is a clash of titans!
Brutus: Isn't Titan with Jaye Doyle?
JR: I meant... oh shut up Brutus.
(Magnum gets to his feet first and drops an elbow across the chest of Gulgamek and immediately goes for the pin. The ref Tina Garcia counts.)
1. Kickout
(Dream Man shouts "You big dummy!" Magnum replies "what?" and turns around, only to be rolled up with a schoolboy pin. Tina counts.)
1...
2... kickout
(Magnum powers out, and gets to his feet, as does Gulgamek, and they get set and charge at each other again, dropping each other with double clotheslines one more time. Dream Man buries his face in his hand, and Chastane is looking at this like "what the hell". Both men crawl to their respective corners, and make the tag, and Dream Man and Chastane rush into the ring and start brawling, exchanging right hands. Chastane starts to get the better of him, only to be cut off with a knee to the midsection.)
JR: This match has been different than what I expected so far.
(Dream Man clubs Chastane over the back a few times, and applies a facelock and hauls him over to his corner, where he tags in Magnum, and holds Chastane while Magnum kicks him several times in the ribs. Then, Magnum lays Chastane in the corner and lands a huge chop to the chest. Chastane holds his chest in pain, and Magnum does it again. Then, as Tina is distracted by Tanya on the outside making a scene, and Dream Man chokes Chastane with the tag rope as Magnum punches him in the gut. Tina turns around, and notices, and makes Dream Man let go. Dream Man pretends not to know what she's talking about.)
JR: Dammit, that should be a disqualification.
Brutus: Umm, why? He said he didn't do anything...
(Magnum tags in Dream Man, who chokes Chastane on the bottom rope with his boot. Then, he lifts Chastane up and gives him a snapmare, before applying a rear chinlock. Tina asks Chastane if he gives up, but Chastane refuses. He tries to get the crowd behind him, but the crowd is cheering for Dream Man.)
JR: This hometown crowd is behind Dream Team, oddly enough.
Brutus: You wouldn't know, everybody in your hometown hates you.
(Chastane fights to his knees, then up to his feet, as Dream Man tries to keep the hold in, Chastane meets him with elbows to the gut, Dream Man breaks the hold but grabs Chastane by his hair and yanks down, slamming his head into the mat. Dream Man tags in Magnum, who lifts Chastane to his feet and drops him with a powerslam. He walks over to Gulgamek, and gives him the finger, and Gulgamek is pissed, and tries to get in the ring, but Tina tries her best to keep him from getting in, as behind her back Dream Man and Magnum stomp out Chastane.)
JR: That's not fair!
Brutus: The Tag belts are on the line, everythings' fair.
(Tina finally gets Gulgamek to stay in his corner, and Dream Man goes back in his corner like nothing happened. Magnum goes over to Gulgamek's corner and taunts him again. From behind, Chastane dropkicks Magnum, and Gulgamek hangs him up throat first on the top rope, and Chastane takes him down with a chop-block. Magnum is on his knees, and Chastane runs off the ropes and drops him with a neckbreaker.)
Brutus: Ahhh, he finally decided to do something useful.
(Chastane drops a leg across the throat of Magnum, and goes for a cover. Magnum immediately throws him off. Chastane gets up, a bit shocked. He tags in Gulgamek, who runs at Magnum, and they nail each other with double clotheslines.)
Brutus: What the hell is up with the double clothelines?!
JR: This must be collision course 101.
Brutus: That's the first time you've ever said anything funny. Congratulations.
(Gulgamek gets to his feet and Magnum is on his knees, and Gulgamek gets a running start and delivers a knee strike to the face of Magnum. Dream Man runs in the ring and receives a big boot. He lifts Dream Man up to his feet, and Gulgamek hoists Dream Man onto his shoulders as if for a powerslam, drops him on the turnbuckle, and runs off the opposite ropes and drops him with a big boot. As Magnum gets up, Gulgamek lifts Dream Man with a press slam, and tosses him at Magnum who catches his partner in his arms.)
Brutus: What the hell?
(Gulgamek comes off the ropes with a big boot to the back of Dream Man, knocking him and Magnum both off balance and they fall through the ropes and to the outside. Chastane climbs into the ring, and Gulgamek irish whips Chastane off the ropes, and back body drops him over the top rope and onto Magnum and Dream Man, taking them down.)
JR: I guess you could call that a modified Plunge.
Brutus: A what now?
JR: It's his... never mind.
(Tina is starting to count them out, and Chastane lifts Dream Man and tosses him in the ring. Gulgamek covers...)
1...
2... Kickout
(Gulgamek back up, and drops an elbow across the chest of Dream Man. He gets to his feet, back up, and drops another elbow, then back up to the ropes, gets a running start, and goes for a high jumping elbow. Dream Man rolls out of the way, and tries to tag in Magnum. Gulgamek tries to stop him, but he makes the tag, and the crowd goes crazy, and Dream Man and Magnum drop Gulgamek with a double clotheline, taking him down.)
Brutus: It's a clothesline-fest in here!!
(Chastane tries to get in the ring, but Tina stops him, and again behind her back Magnum and Dream Man stomp on Gulgamek, laying the boots to him and dropping elbows on him. Dream Man slaps his hands to simulate a tag, and Magnum goes back in his corner. Dream Man grabs Gulgamek in a headlock, and starts punching him in the face. Tina tells him to break it up, and Dream Man tells her to back off.)
JR: Dream Man doesn't want to get disqualified here.
Brutus: Who are we to say what he does or doesn't want?
(Gulgamek tries to crawl to his corner, but Dream Man holds him by the ankle. He tries to pulls Gulgamek back, but Gulgamek pushes him off. He tags in Chastane, who gives Dream Man an atomic drop, and then drops him with a brainbuster. Dream Man rolls out of the ring and to the outside, getting himself together. Chastane climbs to the top rope to leap off onto him, Dream Man ducks out of the way at the last minute. Chastane lands on his feet, unseen by Dream Man, who has his back to him and is pointing to his temple to say he's smart, Chastane then mule kicks him from behind.)
JR: He's kicking him like a government mule!!
Brutus: Careful, I smell a lawsuit.
(Chastane stomps on Dream Man for a second, then rolls him back in the ring. He goes to lift Dream Man to his feet, Dream Man drops him with a surprise jawbreaker, he gets to his feet and runs to the ropes and punches Gulgamek in the face, and Gulgamek slides off the apron. Dream Man turns around, and Chastane springboards off the ropes and comes off with a tornado DDT. He tags in Gulgamek, and Gulgamek lifts Dream Man up and drops him with a chokeslam, and then Chastane comes off the top rope with a moonsault.)
Brutus: Go for it, Downfall!!
JR: Downfall's not in this match.
Brutus: Wishful thinking.
(Gulgamek covers, hooking the leg, as Tina counts...)
1...
2...
3 ... NO!! Dream Man kicks out.
(Gulgamek has a look of disbelief on his face. He gets up, irritated, and tags in Chastane, as he lifts Dream Man up on his shoulders, and Chastane climbs to the top rope.)
JR: They're calling for it! From Heaven to Hell!!
(Suddenly, Magnum runs in with the Tag Title belt and nails Gulgamek from behind with the belt, at the same time, Tanya pushes Chastane off the top rope, he lands on his feet, but Magnum drops him with the Tag belt as well. Childs comes in the ring after Tanya, but Magnum drops him with a big boot.)
Mic: Annnd your winners as a result of a disqualification... Adam Chastane and Gulgamek, the PUURRRRGE!!
JR: Dammit, no, it can't end this way!
Brutus: Are you kidding, this was great!
(Magnum helps Dream Man out of the ring, as Tanya gathers their belts. Chastane is shaking Gulgamek, trying to get him to wake up. Gulgamek sits up with a pissed off look on his face.)
JR: Well Dream Team is going to the pay-per-view, but the Purge gave them all they could handle.
(The scene changes to backstage where Malachi, followed by Jonah, are walking down a corridor with a determind look on their faces. They eventually arrive to a door with “BOILER ROOM” written on it.)
Jonah: You sure about this?
Malachi: Well I’m tired of this mind game crap, and I’d actually like to know who’s really behind this once and for all. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?
(Jonah shakes his head, and then opens the door. The lighting is poor and sporadic as Jonah walks in first and Malachi follows. The two men look around, tryig to see what is there. Suddenly, the lights flash brightly and Jonah is attacked by a strange figure similar to the one we saw earlier, who is welding a crowbar. The force of the shot sends Jonah to the floor. Malachi turns to react, but before he can fully respond, the figure hits Mal in the gut with the crowbar. While Malachi is winded, the figure drops the crowbar and gets behind Mal, only to lock in a Full Nelson a dragon suplex. The figure then picks up a now very groggy Malachi, and leads him towards some utility equipment. Then will all their might, the figure hurls Malachi towards the wall, causing Mal to spin during the process and hit his back on the wall before falling onto the utility equipment. While he is still moving slightly, Malachi is unable to get up and lies there. At this point, the figure takes off their mask, to reveal that it is in fact DarkDragon, with a demonic look in his eyes. He throws the mask at Malachi’s body and then kneels down beside him….)
DarkDragon: ……Game …….Over!
(DD then gets up and walks away, as the camera focuses on the fallen Malachi. The scene then returns ringside to show Jimmy Rollins and Brutus, both looking quite shocked.)
JR: Well I’m speechless.
Brutus: So am I.
JR: I find that hard to believe, the guy you were insulting earlier just got a beatdown from DarkDragon!
Brutus: Well yeah, I’m finding it hard to find the words to show how happy I am someone stuck it to that SOB Malachi! And hey, I’m starting to think if I hate a guy enough, then bad BAD things will happen to them! Hmmmm, who should I target next?
JR: You’re completely delusional, you know that?
Brutus: Watch your mouth, or I may pick you!
JR: *sighs*
The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the IEW World Championship. Coming to the ring first is the challenger. He hails from petty Harbour, Newfoundland, Canada and he weighs in at 253 pounds… Jaye “Big Dog” Doyle!
[The intro to “The Game” by Disturbed begins to play and a series of neon green strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena. Up on the jumbotron the words, “Embodiment… of Technical… Perfection” flash up on the screen. As the words kick in, a bright lights blares out of the wrestlers’ entrance illuminating the silhouette of a man. “Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I can win this time? Darling, you can trust me completely. If you even try to look the other way, I think that I could kill this time.” At this point a huge fireball explodes at the wrestlers’ entrance and Jaye Doyle steps out through the flames. Doyle is wearing green tights with “Republic of” written up the right leg in alternating pink and white lettering and “Newfoundland” written up the left leg in the same lettering. He has on a white t-shirt with the phrase, “Man from the Granite Planet” written across the chest. Doyle takes this time to look around the crowd with an insanely intense look on his face. The crowd roars their approval and Doyle begins to make his way down to the ring. “It doesn’t really seem I’m getting through to you. Though I see you weeping so sweetly. I think that you might have to take another taste, a little bit of hell this time.” Doyle slaps the outstretched fans very enthusiastically as he picks up the pace and slides into the ring. Doyle takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd revealing the top of his white singlet that has green and pink alternating lettering that read, “Big Dog”. “You always wanted people to remember you. You leave your little mark on society! Don’t you know your wish is coming true today? Another victim dies tonight.” Doyle climbs up a turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to another thunderous roar from the crowd. The music then fades out as Doyle limbers himself up in the ring.]
Brutus: Aww, no Titan. What a shame.
Jimmy: Yeah, and you know who did it too.
Those little hooligans the Inner Circle!
Brutus: There is no proof of that.
The Mic: And his opponent hails from Chicago, Illinois and he weighs in at 228 pounds. He is the current reigning IEW World Champion and he is accompanied to the ring by Michelle… Downfall!
[[The opening notes of "Man or Animal" by Audioslave fade in on the PA, as the lights go out. The IEW-tron shows clips of Downfall's most violent, disturbing spots and matches, slowly at first, then coming faster and faster.]
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obidient-
out of control...
I will love you more than money
I will breathe you in the smoke
I will drink you in my honey
Sweet and golden down my throat
When you're right, when you're wrong
Head is near, eyes are gone
You can drown my appetite
I will sip your tears at night
You can tie me to a chair
Skin and bones, I don't care
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore...
[When the lights come back on, Downfall and Michelle are standing at the top of the stage. Downfall raises his arms over his head into a crossed wrist X position slowly. When his arms meet, flamethrowers on either side of him shoot flames on the ramp. (Ultimo Dragon style). Then Downfall runs into the ring and jumps on the turnbuckle, standing there, arms out (ala Randy Orton). When he hops down he stretches his arms on the ropes.]
Jimmy: This is going to be a classic!
*Tina Garcia calls for the bell and the match is under way. Doyle goes for a tie up, but Downfall ducks out of the way. He spins Jaye around and lands a series of rights. Downfall goes for an Irish whip but Doyle reverses it. Downfall bounces of the ropes and he catches Jaye off guard with a flying forearm smash. Downfall gets back ot his feet and he lands a series of chops. Downfall whips Doyle into the ropes and he tags Jaye with a standing dropkick. Downfall covers and he hooks Jaye’s leg.*
1…
Kickout.
Brutus: Downfall’s no dummy. He knows it’d be a mistake to out-wrestle Doyle, so he’s using his speed to his advantage.
Jimmy: So far, it’s working pretty well.
*Downfall and Jaye both get up. Downfall goes back on the offensive with a series of boots. He backs Jaye into the corner and he continues with the boots. Downfall goes to whip Jaye into the opposite corner, but Jaye reverses it. Downfall jumps and lands on the 2nd turnbuckles. He jumps off and tries to hit a cross body press, but Doyle ducks it and Downfall hits the mat. Doyle walks over and he lifts Downfall up. Jaye hits Downfall with a hard right that sends the champ to the mat. Downfall gets back up and Jaye throws Downfall to the mat with a scoop slam. Doyle picks Downfall up and he hits a hard kick to the gut. Doyle lifts Downfall up and executes a vertical suplex. Doyle stands up and he drags Downfall to his feet. Doyle hoists Downfall up and he hits a backbreaker. Doyle covers.*
1….
Kickout.
Jimmy: A one count for Doyle. But now the pace has slowed.
Brutus: It’s still very early. Downfall is the champ, which means he’ll find a way to win.
*Doyle stands up and he drags Downfall up. Doyle throws Downfall into the corner and he follows with a corner clothesline. Doyle sits Downfall up on the 2nd rope. As Jaye climbs up, Downfall hits Jaye with several rights to the head. Downfall pushes Jaye off and to the mat. Downfall stands up on the 2nd rope and he waits for Jaye to get up. Doyle stands up and Downfall takes him back down with a 2nd rope double axe handle. Downfall pulls himself up with the ropes’ help. Doyle stands up and Downfall drives him face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Downfall stands up and he picks Jaye up. Downfall hits Jaye with a snap suplex and he floats over for the pin.*
1….
2..Kickout.
Jimmy: The champ is fighting back.
Brutus: I told you. Doyle will lose, that’s for sure.
*Downfall gets up and he drags Jaye to his feet. Downfall hits a series of martial arts kicks to the midsection. He ends the flurry with a hard running front thrust kick to the solar plexus. Downfall stands Jaye up and he drives his knee into Jaye’s stomach. The champ follows the knee up with a quick DDT. Downfall stands up and he drops a leg across Jaye’s head. Downfall covers and he hooks the leg.*
Jimmy: This could be a very quick match!
Brutus: What a flurry of offense by Downfall!
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jimmy: WOW that was very, VERY close!
Brutus: Too close for comfort. But at least Downfall knows it won’t take much more to end this match.
*Downfall picks Jaye back up and he whips Doyle into the ropes. Doyle holds on to the ropes and Downfall attempts a standing dropkick. Downfall bounces back to his feet and Doyle chops him down with a running clothesline. Doyle picks Downfall up and he hits a stiff boot to the midsection. Doyle throws Downfall to the mat with a double underhook suplex. Doyle drops down and he puts his knee on Downfall’s back. Doyle grabs Downfall with a chinlock and he pulls back. Tina asks Downfall if he gives, but he shakes his head no. Doyle jerks Downfall’s head back and digs his knee deeper into Downfalls’ back, but he still doesn’t give. Doyle looks up to see Michelle up on the apron arguing emphatically with the referee. Doyle is over to Michelle and now they’re going at it. Downfall is up but Doyle seems to catch him out of the corner of his eye. Downfall creeps up behind Doyle who is still in a three way argument with the referee and Michelle. Downfall cocks a fist but is buckled by a mule kick to the groin by Doyle. Doyle turns back to Michelle with an evil grin who slaps Doyle hard across the face. Doyle just shrugs it off and flips Michelle the double bird before dropping on Downfall and hooking the leg…*
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jimmy: Downfall is lucky he didn’t lose his title. That kick was devastating!
Brutus: Pfft, one little kick can’t keep the champ down.
*Doyle gets up and he drags Downfall back up. Downfall gets
thrown to the mat with a side Russian legsweep. Doyle stands up and he drops an elbow on Downfall’s chest.
Doyle grabs Downfall’s legs and he pits the champ in a Boston crab.*
Jimmy: Jaye Doyle is really working the back of Downfall over.
Brutus: This is Jaye’s specialty; slow, boring matches.
*Doyle pulls back and applies more pressure on Downfall’s back. Downfall reaches for the ropes, but he I just shy. Tina asks him if he gives up and he responds with a no. Downfall pulls himself over to the ropes and he reaches out. He garbs the bottom rope the Garcia orders Jaye to let go. He does, and Downfall rolls out of the ring, clutching his back. Doyle climbs out of the ring and he approaches Downfall. He bands over to pick Downfall up, but the champ grabs his tights and sends him crashing into the steel post. 1…. 2….. Downfall stands up and he rolls into the ring. He rolls back out and he stretches his back out a little. 1…. Downfall lifts Doyle up and eh rams the challenger’s face into the steel post. Downfall grabs Jaye form behind and he plants Doyle into the concrete floor with an exploder suplex. 2…. 3…… 4…. Downfall peels Jaye off the floor and he rolls Jaye into the ring. Downfall picks Jaye up. Downfall whips Doyle to the corner and comes in with a big corner splash. As Doyle staggers out of the corner Downfall drops him with a roundhouse kick to the face. Downfall springboards up onto the top turnbuckle, and comes off with a huge moonsault, connecting with Doyle's chest.*
JR: Impressive combination by Downfall, into a Downsault!!
*Downfall stays on top for the cover.*
Jimmy: This is NOT good for Jaye Doyle!
1….
2…
thr NO!!
Jimmy Holy moly! Doyle
just kicked out of that. Any later and this match is over!
Brutus: It’s bullcrap! That was
such a three count! Doyle must’ve paid Tina Garcia off.
*Downfall gets up and he yells as the ref. Garcia tells him to back off or he’ll be DQ’d. Downfall turns around and he lifts Doyle up. Doyle breaks his grip and he lands a hard right that stuns Downfall. Jaye whips Downfall into the ropes and he takes the champ down with a back body drop. Doyle and Downfall both get up at the same time. Downfall goes for a clothesline, but Doyle ducks it. Doyle grabs Downfall from behind and he nails the champ with a neckbreaker. Doyle gets on the mat and he puts Downfall in a rear naked choke. Doyle applies pressure as Downfall starts to fade out. Downfall’s head drops and Tina checks his arm.*
Jimmy: This isn’t looking good for Downfall. In fact, it looks like we’re three arm drops away form a new champion!
1….
2…
thr NO!!
Brutus: HAH! Downfall kept his arm
up! He’s still in it!
*Doyle lest go and he drops an elbow on Downfall’s neck.
Doyle rolls the champ over and he covers.*
1…
2…
thr Kickout.
Jimmy: Another close call. Downfall barely got his shoulder up.
Brutus: The fact remains that he did and he’s still the champ!
Jimmy: True, but with the way this match is going, his reign won’t last that
much longer.
*Doyle stands up and he lifts Downfall up. Doyle lifts Downfall up for a suplex, Downfall rolls down his back and pushes him to the ropes, Doyle bounces off and Downfall goes for a superkick. Doyle ducks, and turns around, only to be kicked in the gut and planted by a DDT from Downfall. Downfall runs to the ropes, and springboards off the second rope with a senton splash.*
JR: Nice counter to the Beast Kick.
Brutus: What counter, he just ducked... wait, what's this!
JR: Impressive move by Downfall!!
*Downfall and Dole are both on the mat and the ref counts.
1…. 2….. 3….. 4….. 5….. Downfall pushes himself up. Downfall staggers back into the corner and he takes a moment
to recover. Doyle starts to stand
up and Downfall runs at him. Doyle turns around and Downfall flattens him with a
spear. Downfall straddles Doyle and
he hits a few punches to the face. Downfall
stands up and he lays the boots to Jaye. Downfall
picks Jaye up and he takes the challenger down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Downfall stands up and he drags Jaye up as well.
Downfall boots Jaye in the gut and he takes Doyle to the mat with a
facebreaker knee smash. Downfall goes ot the top and he crushes Doyle with a top rope
elbow drop. Downfall stays on top
for the cover and he hooks the leg.*
Brutus: Doyle’s age is really showing now.
The faster, younger Downfall is taking it to him.
1….
2…
thr
KICKOUT!
Jimmy: Well, looks like there’s still something left in Doyle’s tank.
Brutus: He’s running on fumes and you know it.
*Downfall stands up and he screams at Tina.
As he does, the crowd boos because Warpath emerges from the back.*
Jimmy: Oh no… and Titan’s not here to defend Doyle. This is bad, bad news.
Brutus: That’s what you call an insurance policy.
*Warpath walks down to the ring and Downfall turns back to Doyle. Doyle springs up and he clobbers Downfall with a flying shoulder tackle.*
JR: Well this match has been memorable to say the least.
Brutus: Every match that involves Downfall is memorable. I wish I could say the same about Jaye Doyle.
JR: I can say the same about Jaye Doyle.
Brutus: Well nobody asked you.
Downfall and Jaye Doyle both get to their feet slowly. Downfall comes in with a right, Doyle follows with a right, they begin trading puches with Doyle getting the upperhand. Downfall is backed into the corner, where Doyle pepers him with a chop, followed by another, then another, then...Downfall reverses the position as Doyle is now set in the corner. Downfall throws a chop, then another.
JR: Some good ole back and forth chops here.
Brutus: Come on Downfall, take it to him.
Doyle reverses again so that they are back in their original positions with Downfall slumped into the corner. Doyle throws a few more chops, then whips Downfall into the opposite corner. As he hits Doyle charges but Downfall sidesteps and Doyle comes staggering foward from the corner. Downfall hoists him up into a samoan drop position.
JR: Downfall's set for The Twister.
Brutus: Come on Downfall, the match is yours.
Doyle wiggles off Downfalls shoulder, as he comes off he loses balance and staggers backwards into the ref with some force. The ref goes down.
JR: The refs out.
Brutus: Darn, Downfall almost had it.
Doyle regains balance and Downfalls waiting. Downfall comes in with a superkick, but Doyle ducks it . As Downfall turns Doyle boots him in the gut then drops him with a double armed ddt, into a fallback guillotine choke hold.
JR: DOYLES GOT HIM IN THE DOG POUND!!!!
Brutus: Stop shouting, some of us need our ears when we leave the arena tonight. Besides why the excitement Downfall will find a way out of this perdicament, he always does.
Doyle pulls in with as much pressure as possible. Downfall begins to fade.
JR: Downfalls fading, we may have a new world champion on the horizon.
Brutus: One problem, the ref is still out, so anything from this point is legal.
Suddenly the crowd begins to stir some as Warpath slides into the ring.
Brutus: YES WARPATH"S HERE!!! I KNEW DOWNFALL HAD A PLAN, HE ALWAYS DOES!!! WHAT A CHAMP!!!
JR: Oh no. This match has been a classic, it doesn't need to end like this. Also you stop screaming too.
Warpath boots Doyle off the hold. Then he throws some rights into the head of Doyle but Doyle from his knees fights back as he throws some rights into Warpath's midsection, backing Warpath off the assault. Doyle gets up and continues his rights as he backs Warpath back up into the corner. He whips Warpath into the opposite corner, followed by a corner clothesline. (((*The crowd is really behind Doyle*))) Warpath comes staggering out from the corner and Doyle whips him back into the opposite corner again. Doyle backs up into his corner and charges with a huge corner splash as he nails Warpath again.
JR: Doyle's really fired up as he's holding his own in there against the IEW Wrecking Machine.
Brutus: It won't last trust me.
Downfall gets to his feet and comes charging at Doyle to blindside him but Doyle catches it at the last second as he hoists Downfall into the air with a flap jack, and Downfall comes crashing down into Warpath, sandwiching Warpath against the corner. As Downfall staggers out Doyle boots him in the gut, then drops him with a snap supplex. Warpath then staggers out and Doyle clotheslines him over the rope. He then turns his attention to Downfall who is slowly getting up.
JR: Doyles gonna do it, hes gonna do it!
Brutus: Look out Downfall!
Downfall stands and turns, Doyle pulls him up in a samoan position then runs, jumps and drops Downfall with a twisting samoan drop.
JR: MY GOD, DOYLE JUST HIT DOWNFALL WITH HIS VERY OWN MOVE, THE TWISTER!!!
Brutus: STOP SCREAMING!!!
Doyle covers. The ref begins to stir. The ref slowly crawls to the pin.
Brutus: Come on Downfall do something.
JR: Doyle's gonna do it. We're gonna have a new world champion.
The ref makes it to the pin, slowly but surely.
1.......................
2........................
3...NO!!!!
Warpath at the last second breaks the pin up. The ref weakly motions his arm for the bell and the DQ.
DING DING DING
JR: I can't believe it. I can't believe this awesome match ended like that.
Brutus: Well you got what you wanted and I got what I wanted. Doyle won the match and Downfall keeps the title.
Warpath lays a hard club to the back of Doyle's head. Then another, then another, and another, and another, after a couple more, Warpath pulls Doyle up into a ddt position and drops him back down with a twisting implant ddt.
JR: This is ridiculous. The match is over. They already robbed Jaye Doyle of his title now the least they can do is let him be.
Brutus: What are you kidding, this is great.
Warpath continues with laying the boots to Doyle. Downfall with a few extra efforts finally gets to his feet, a bit groogy and joins in on the assault. They both continue laying the boots to Doyle. Downfall then waves his arm for Warpath to take a few steps back...he does. Then Downfall lifts a limp Doyle onto his shoulders in a samoan position signaling for a Twister.
Brutus: this is great.
JR: No this is ridiculous.
Suddenly the crowd jumps to cheers as Rizzo and Sean Dubose come sliding into the ring with momentum. Rizzo goes right for Warpath taking him down with a spear followed by a series of rights.
JR: RIZZO AND SEAN DUBOSE ARE HERE!!!
Brutus: This is ridiculous!
Rizzo picks Warpath to his feet and whips him towards the ropes, but Warpath reverses, on the return Rizzo springs out with a huge flying back elbow that takes Warpath off his feet. As Warpath gets to his feet he staggers against the ropes and Rizzo lands a perfect standing dropkick that sends Warpath through the second and third ropes and to the outside. Across the ring Downfall has Sean Dubose hoisted into position for The Twister but Sean Dubose wiggles his way off Downfall's shoulders. As Downfall turns, Sean Dubose boots him in the gut, puts his hand over the back of Downfalls head and tosses him over the top rope.
JR: There it is. Rizzo and Sean Dubose stand tall tonight.
Brutus: This is bull. Its all blind luck, thats all it is...blind luck. Those two couldn't beat Warpath or Downfall on their best days.
(Downfall and Warpath are standing on the stage, facing the ring, when suddenly, Khrystal Walker comes from behind and nails Downfall in the back with a clothesline. Warpath starts to go after her, but Downfall tells him to "hold on, I got this".)
JR: This could get ugly real fast.
Brutus: It couldn't possibly be an uglier than Walker.
(Downfall lunges at Walker, and takes her down, and starts punching her. Walker and Downfall struggle brawl with each other for a minute, before the referee and the security run in to separate the two of them. Two or three refs hold Walker back, as Warpath is pulling Downfall away.)
Brutus: Awww, why'd they break it up just when it was getting good?
(Downfall breaks free, and tackles Walker, taking her down to the stage and choking her.)
JR: Downfall has completely lost it!
(The refs finally pull Downfall off of Walker, and take him away from her. Downfall holds up his World Title and screams "This belongs to me, bitch! This is as close as you'll ever come!" The scene fades out.)
Credits:
Match 1 - Matt Rison
Match 2 - Josh Fishman
Match 3 - Bryan Jukes
Match 4 - Jay Flanders