*The lights go out as “Enter Sandman” by Metallica begins to play over the PA system. The fans boo loudly as no one appears on the stage. Instead Lion’s image is seen on the titantron. He is in his facial attire and a Lion t-shirt the Anarchy title is right in front of his chest as it sits on a table. Lion addresses the camera.*
Lion: You know, before I was going to take my flight to grace the imbecilic fans of… Lincoln, Nebraska. *Fans boo.* Now you can boo me all you like. I don’t really care. I am here in the warmth and paradise of Miami, although there are still imbeciles here. But at least there are even worse imbeciles in that backwater town of Lincoln. That’s why you fortunate fans are seeing me via satellite.
*Fans boo more. Lion then grabs off screen and pulls a bottled water into view and takes a swig, while the fans boo loudly. Then he addresses the camera once more.*
Lion: Now onto business. Now I have acquired, without Croc’s approval, his little video of him supposedly “catching me.” I was going to make his speech inaudible, but it’s just TOO darn funny to pass up. Okay, let’s get this over with. If the retards in the back would be so kind…
*Scene opens to the video. We see inside of a wildlife reserve. We see the back of the head of a dark haired man. He has a tranquilizer rifle aimed in the brush. As he speaks, it’s clear that it’s Croc.*
Croc: Well, after a while in the EHW, I’m here to get my friend back. He’s right over there in that brush, but rather than go after him. I’m going to wait for him to come to me, so that I don’t miss. We’ve been in this Wildlife reserve for three hours and I’ve known where he was for the past hour. But, I haven’t acted yet. Oh hold on.
*An awkward looking lion comes out. It’s obviously Lion, because of the way his limbs are sticking out from his body. Yet the way he walks seems to be of a natural sense, like he was born living that life. The private area is covered by ripped pants from when he was left in the wild many months (maybe even a year or so) ago, but the shirt is gone. He walks out and within a yard of where Croc is he stops. Croc then speaks up again.*
Croc: He stopped? Of course He knows it’s me. That’s what it has to be. Okay. I’ll wait until he gets a bit closer. Because I don’t know if he’ll attack. I’d rather not have to shoot him, but I kind of don’t have a choice.
*Lion then walks closer. Croc stands up. Lion stops again. Croc puts the gun down a bit. Then Lion walks forward more. Then Croc finally fires and a dart sticks out of lion’s back. Lion lets out a roar and then walks the remaining five feet to croc, where he sinks one hand “claws” out into Croc’s boot. Croc yells out. And some people run in and pull out Lion’s “paw from Croc’s boot. Then the camera pauses. Fans start a “You got caught… by Croc” chant. Lion is just seen laughing.*
Jimmy: I can’t believe Lion is laughing at what Croc said in that video, any rational man would have had compassion and rescinded and maybe even felt some remorse.
Brutus: Jimmy, Lion isn’t any of those things. Besides, Lion wouldn’t be the Anarchy champion if he was.
Lion: See you can say what you want, but that just PROVED that you delay TOO much. I could have killed you during that whole speech. The ONLY reason why you knew where I was is because I LET you know. I was going to kill you, hence while dodging your shots, I was jogging to lead you into a trap where I would have killed you and then ate you JUST as I did to those poachers. Now as far as me letting you “catch me” goes. Hit it mentally handicapped retards. I’ll tell you, you can’t find ANY decent help in Lincoln, Nebraska.
*Fans boo louder. Then the screen splits to where Lion was stopped. The left side shows Croc’s hunting video. The right side shows a zoomed in shot where we see Lion with a straight angry face. Then he sports an evil smile on it. Again, the shot camera pauses.*
Lion: There it is. Right there is the smirk I sported before I walked up again. And it would take one more advance after that before Croc would shoot me with that tranquilizer gun. That just proves me right that he delays too long AND it proves that he DIDN’T catch me like he claims but that I LET him catch me. Here let me show you.
*Camera goes into a three way split screen. On the left is a shot of the Lion everyone knew and loved smiling. On the right is a shot of the zoomed in picture of the video with Lion’s smirk while he still thought he was a lion. In the middle is a picture of the current Lion with his evil smile. The evil smile of current Lion and the “lion mentality” inside of the Wildlife reserve are the same. Lion then readdresses the camera as the feed goes back to him.*
Lion: MAN, I LOVE when I’m right. That proves it right there. Oh and Croc, give me some credit because I didn’t doctor this to make me right. It’s TRUE. Heck one of the guys who filmed some of our hunting ventures found this out by zooming in. Unlike the way you use your face paint to “doctor the scratches I gave you, well if you could call those imprints of my “claws” on your face. Here’s something you imbeciles didn’t know. I scratched his face in the beginning of the hunt. Yet I didn’t want to show it tonight. Oh you know what, why not… I LOVE THIS part.
*The feed cuts back to the video. Croc has his rifle and is slowly walking through the Savannah. Out of nowhere a roar is heard and then the camera pans to show Lion running and diving at Croc who just gives two great big swipes that land on Croc’s face, before going back in the brush and running away. Then Lion just stops and stares at Croc who has both hands on both sides of his face. The camera pans to Croc’s hands as he puts them down. His hands are SOAKED with blood. As the camera pans back to see where Lion is. The camera finds him in the same spot. Lion just lifts his “paws” one at a time as he licks the blood off. An “EWWWWWWWW!” comes from the crowd. Then the camera pauses on that image as lion, once again, addresses the camera.*
Lion: Man, I remember the taste of his blood. I’ll soon re-taste it again. Anyways I grow tired of talking to these nobodies in Nebraska.*Fans boo loudly.* So I’m out have fun eating later, if you can.
*The fans boo as Lion gets off then the camera pans to the announce table.*
Jimmy: That was a grotesque display, to say the least. Lion has SERIOUSLY gone off the deep end.
Brutus: Are you crazy Jimmy? Lion was just showing EVERYONE that Croc catching him was a lie. He sold his point VERY clearly.
Jimmy: He didn’t need to show him licking Croc’s blood. That was just going too far.
Brutus: I think that was meant as a message to Croc.
Jimmy: Even so, that’s still bad.
Brutus: Ah grow a back bone.
The Mic: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he weighs in 450 pounds… Titan!
(Tribal music plays as Titan emerges from the backstage area. He makes his way to the ring and steps in. Titan faces the ramp and waits for Rizzo.)
The Mic: And his opponent hails from Newport, RI and he weighs in at 233 pounds… RIZZO!
(The house lights go black as the opening notes of "Your Time Has Come" by Audioslave plays. Blue and green pyros blast as the drums and bass hit. The lights alternate between green and blue as Chris Cornell sings. Rizzo comes out with his torso taped up and his signature bloody chair in hand. He points the chair at Titan and yells at him as he makes his way down. When he gets half way down the ramp, Sean DuBose comes running out from the back. He stands in front of Rizzo, trying to reason for him. Rizzo tells him to move away. Sean whispers something in Rizzo’s ear. Rizzo pulls his head back and looks very surprised. Sean asks him to stay there and he obliges. Sean gets in the ring and walks up to Titan with his hands up as if to say “I come in peace.” Sean and Titan start talking. Titan points at Rizzo saying he’s going to murder
him. Sean whispers in his ear and he has the same reaction as Rizzo. Sean nods at him and then he nods at Rizzo.
Sean motions for Rizzo to get into the ring and he does. Sean grabs the mic from The Mic and speaks.)
Sean: Last week, Titan found a something the led him to believe that you were the one to take him out, right Riz?
*Rizzo nods.*
Sean: And Titan, you had to believe the proof because it was right in front of your eyes, yes?
*Titan nods.*
Sean: Have I got a story for you boys. See, I knew for a fact that you hadn’t assaulted Titan. You were too busy going fat kid on the catering table with me when the shit went down. But big Titan here couldn’t have known that. So, after he went apeshit on you, I took it upon myself to find out what happened. I’ve got to tell you, I’m not surprised at what I found.
*Rizzo goes over to the ropes and he calls for a mic, which he gets..*
Rizzo: Look little buddy, I appreciate what you’re doing. But Tower of Swine of here needs to get his ass whipped for what he did.
Sean: No, Rizzo, calm down. Think about it for a second. If someone had hurt Heidi, and the evidence you found pointed to him, would you take his word for it or simply thrash him about?
Rizzo: You know what I’d do.
Sean: Well he didn’t do anything different, did he?
*Rizzo concedes the point by shaking his head.*
Sean: Now, how would you feel if you were actually framed for the incident?
Rizzo: Not as bad as the asshole who framed me is going to feel after I crush his f*****g skull.
Sean: Good, so watch this.
(The scene cuts to show Titan walking backstage. Obviously, the shot is from a surveillance camera. Suddenly, Titan gets creamed from behind with a certain bloody chair. He falls to his knees and then is whacked from behind in the head with the chair. As he hits the ground face first, Warpath enters the scene with the chair in hand. Hightower also appears with him. Warpath lands a few more shots to the back before telling HT to pick him up. Titan, who is out cold, gets hoisted by HT. Warpath winds up and he lands 2 hard shots, busting Titan open. Hightower lets go and he falls to the ground in the position Sean found him in. Warpath takes out a Sharpie from his pants and he marks Titan’s blood on the chair as Rizzo would do. The scene switches and it’s another camera that’s outside Rizzo’s lockerroom. Warpath enters the room with the chair and, although we cannot see it, he places the chair back where it was. The scene cuts back to Sean, Rizzo and Titan in the ring. Titan looks shocked and pissed while Rizzo looks like someone just told him they shit in his shoes.)
Rizzo: How the hell did you get that tape?
Sean: I had to do someone as a favor for it.
Rizzo: Don’t you mean you did someone a favor.
Sean: Um…
no.
Rizzo: Please tell me it was a she.
Sean: Of course! Anyway, enough of that. All that matters is that proves that Rizzo didn’t do this. Just like you two figured, it was that goon squad the Inner Circle who was behind this.
(Titan looks at Rizzo, still somewhat suspicious. Rizzo drops his chair as a sign of peace and he extends his hand. Titan grabs the mic from Sean and speaks.)
Titan: Well Rizzo, what’s there to say? I did what I thought was right at the time, but obviously I’ve been played the fool by Warpath and Hightower. I am sorry that I suspected you, but we both now that our past has been rocky to say the least, and as you said, you’d have done the same thing.
Rizzo: Fair enough
Titan: I should’ve believed Jaye when he tried to convince me you didn’t do it. All week, Jaye’s been saying you’re a changed man. I didn’t believe it, but now I guess I have no choice but to believe it. I should’ve known that the old Rizzo wouldn’t have backed him up after those two cowards took me out. I was wrong... but that’s a wrong I intend to fix in the coming weeks.
Rizzo: Hey man, I told you. Jaye and I have been through it all. We’ve been on the same team, helping each other out, and we’ve been at each other’s throats. Because of the hell we’ve been through, a certain respect has been formed between us. It’s because of that respect that we’ve become friends. And as Sean knows, I do any and everything I can for my friends. Jaye is no exception.
Titan: I’m sure he appreciates that. And I’m also sure he feels the same way.
Rizzo: It also applies to you. A friend of my friend is my friend too. What do you say about the four of us putting
our heads together and coming up with some sort of game plan?
Titan: If that plan involves causing some discomfort to the Inner Circle, count me in.
Rizzo: Let’s go do this bitch.
(Rizzo and Titan shake hands as Sean smiles, proud of what he’s done. Rizzo picks up his chair and the trio leaves the ring. The three men talk as they disappear into the back.)
Jimmy: That was one hell of a way to start off the night, that’s for sure.
Brutus: That’s a damn shame! I wanted to see Titan finish the job he started last week!
Jimmy; I’ll tell you one thing, this isn’t good news for Inner Circle at all. Now they’ve got four of the most dominant men EVER in the business gunning for them in a combined effort.
Brutus: You mean four washed up old hacks. Those boys are in trouble!
( "Pomp and Circumstance" hits the speakers ... )
JR- Great now we get to be graced by Hugh's prescence.
Brutus- Is that sarcasm I hear?
JR- Not a bit. I'll tell you one thing, I am interested in seeing how this whole ordeal with The Watch... err Jaye Doyle and Bristic plays out.
( Hugh walks out from the back and the crowd starts chanting, "Doyle! ... Doyle! ... Doyle! )
Brutus- Seems the crowd is just as interested.
( Hugh walks down to the ring, looking pissed off at the crowd, and trying to ignore the Doyle chants. He slides into the ring. Waits a moment for the crowd to die down, and calls for a mic. A mic is thrown to him and Hugh begins to speak. )
Hugh- Doyle ... Doyle ... Doyle! How can you chant that mans name! He is a liar, a farse. He is a backstabber. And he has never done anything for any of you. Every single day, as Champion of the IEW, I did everything for you fans.
JR- Another "Im so great" rant by Bristic.
Brutus- He is so great!
Hugh- It was on my shoulders that I lifted this company above the clouds, into new heights. And it was The Watchman ... Jaye Doyle ... who stole the thunder away from the company. It was Jaye DOyle ... The Watchman ... who stole my IEW Championship away from me!
JR- We know this, what is his point.
Hugh- Doyle, at Injustice Served, I got some answers. I saw your face. And I learned who you are, what monster it was that hid behind that black mask. And at Fully Loaded I showed your face to the World ...
(Hugh is cut off as "The Game" by Disturbed blares suddenly throughout the sound system. Jaye Doyle steps out onto the ramp with a mic in hand, to a thunderous roar from the crowd. Hugh is livid as he stomps around the ring in an adult version of a temper tantrum. Doyle is sporting his trademark cocky smirk and waits patiently for the noise level to drop some while Hugh begins to shout up at Doyle but it isn't picked up by his own mic.)
Jaye- Why don't you shut up your goddamn whining already?!? I, for one, am sick of hearing about the trials and tribulations of the IEW's very own poor little rich kid. I have never told a lie. I never said I wasn't the Watchman. Nobody ever asked me! I have never stabbed you in the back. I don't think it's a secret what an utter piece of garbage I think you are. I'd say it was less of me stabbing you in the back and more of me outsmarting the, so called, smartest man in the IEW.
(This elicts a positive response from the crowd, much to Hugh's chagrin.)
Jaye Doyle: And as for being a farce... why don't I just come on down there and we'll all get a first hand look at how real I am.
Hugh- No Doyle! Were not playing your games. I am not going to give you what you want. I want to fight you too, Doyle. But I want the real answers. And I don't want these fans, being lied to anymore. For them, they deserve to know how much of a selfish monster you are.
( THe crowd chants ... "Coward ... Coward ... " )
Jaye- Oh shut up already! You've never done anything for these fans and they know it! It's always been about you, Hugh! These people are smarter than you give them credit for and they all... every single person here in attendance tonight and all of them watching at home... they all see you for the worthless, lieing, selfish scumbag that you are. So enough with the preliminaries here. Let's get it on.
Hugh- I could fight you, Doyle! But not tonight.
( The crowd boos and Hugh turns to yell at the crowd. )
Hugh- I am doing this for you!
( Hugh turns back to Doyle. )
Hugh- Next week, I will challenge you ...
JR- Challenge him to what?
Brutus- I know, a Streetfight!
Hugh- To appear at my Fire Side Chat and answer the real questions!
Brutus- Even better.
JR- He's a coward.
( Hugh smirks and rolls out of the ring. Doyle doesn't look like he's ready to let this drop so easily. Doyle runs down to the ring and Hugh reacts with a start and runs away. Doyle chases Hugh around the ring and Hugh runs up the ramp in hot pursuit by the Big Dog.)
The entire place goes dark and the Large Screen turns on and 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. When they do, 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 text book. He stands beside Tommy and smiles as the pair of them make their way to the ring. Tommy and Rougeau use the steel steps and enter through the ropes. Tommy points to him self 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.
Mic: The following is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, he weighs in at 225 pounds... TOOOOMMMMMY CONTOURRRR!!
JR: You just know Rougeau is going to help Tommy cheat somehow, why is Tina Garcia even allowing him out here?
Brutus: Look, Jimmy, it's simple. Rougeau is a man of the cloth. He's here to spread the word of his Messiah to the faithful.
JR: And you're one of the faithful?
Brutus: Among other things... *coughs, then mutters under his breath* Like your mom's pimp...
(The house lights flash blue and yellow with the opening drums and guitar of "Good Times Bad Times" by Led Zeppelin plays. As the first verse begins blue and yellow lights flash at quick, regular intervals. Sean, in his St. Louis Blues Jersey, shorts with a pink jockstrap on the outside, and carrying his trusty wooden sidekick Bitchboy, makes his way down to the ring, followed by Rizzo.)
Brutus: Well, here comes Tommy's soon to be bitch and -- wait, what the hell's up with that pink jockstrap?!
JR: You talk big for a man who I caught trying on pink panties in the locker room.
Brutus: ...You... You saw that?! I mean, uh, I did not!!
(The ref calls for the bell as Tommy and Dubose circle each other warily. They call for a lockup, and they tie up in a collar/elbow. Dubose gets the better of Tommy, pushing him to the mat, and then he plays to the crowd, raising a fist in the air to a modest pop. Tommy, irritated, clubs him in the back of the head a few times, then locks in a side headlock, taking Dubose to the mat.)
Brutus: That's what you get, you should always keep your eye on a priest.
JR: ...What?
(Dubose fights back by hitting some forearms shots to the back, and tries to make Tommy let go, but Tommy responds by yanking his hair and pulling down, driving Dubose's head to the mat with a lot of force. Tina warns him about yanking the hair, but Tommy waves her off, then grabs Dubose's arms and pulls up while he's standing on Dubose's hair. Dubose gives a yell as Tommy hauls back, yanking his hair. Tina starts a 5-count to a disqualification, and Tommy breaks it up.)
JR: Is he trying to get disqualified?!
Brutus: Maybe he is, Jimmy. Maybe he is. Nah, actually he's probably just trying to annoy you.
(Dubose rests on the second rope, trying to catch his breath. Tommy chokes him on the second rope, and Tina starts another 5-count. Tommy makes the most of it, giving Dubose some forearm shots to the face, and then he breaks like a pro on 4. Tina tells him to break it up, and he tells her to shut her mouth. He gives Dubose a snapmare to take him back to the mat, and follows it up with a stiff kick to the lower back, then he locks in a rear chinlock.)
Brutus: God Jimmy, why is Tommy such an awesome wrestler?
JR: Probably because he's an awesome cheater. Or did you miss all the illegal chokeholds and hair pulling just a second ago?
Brutus: Chokeholds, I didn't see any chokeholds. Maybe you should get your glasses checked Poindexter.
JR: I figured as much.
(Dubose tries to fight his way to his feet, Tommy pulls him back to the mat. Dubose tries to hold on, and on the outside Rizzo wills the crowd to get behind him, which they do, as a little small "Dubose" chant starts up in the rafters. He manages to fight back to his feet, with Tommy still hanging on to the chinlock. Dubose pushes Tommy to the ropes, but when he comes back Tommy cuts him off with a flying shoulder block. He backs up to the ropes, and comes down on the fallen Dubose with a knee drop across the throat, then he covers.)
1... Kickout
Brutus: Dammit! It was so close!!
JR: Um, Brutus, have you been drinking cough syrup again?
(Tommy wraps around Dubose's midsection with a body scissors, and then he applies a headlock with his right arm. With his left, he pounds Dubose in the face a few times. Dubose struggles to separate Tommy's legs, but Tommy keeps them firmly grapevined. Dubose begins to fade. After almost a minute in the hold, Tina holds his arm up, but his hand stays in the air, and he stretches for the ropes which are just beyond his reach. At that moment, Rougeau slides a steel chair in the ring, but Tina intercepts it, and is distracted while she disposes of it. With her back turned, Rougeau takes the opportunity to pull the rope away from Dubose's fingers, and when Tina turns back around, Tommy rolls over into the middle of the ring. Rizzo screams "You sonofabitch!!" and runs around the ring after Rougeau for a few laps.)
Brutus: Rizzo will be the only one running when he gets in the ring with the Titan.
JR: Rizzo didn't attack the Titan, I can just feel it.
Brutus: Yeah, you feel a lot of things, don't you Jimmy?
(Tommy still has the body scissors locked in, as he pounds on Dubose's head, then sticks his fingers in his nose and yanks back. Tina tells Tommy to break it up, and Tommy goes back to the headlock. Dubose flails around for a second, then slowly reaches back and jams his thumb into Tommy's eye. Tommy yells in pain, and Dubose elbows him in the side of the head a few times. Tommy lets go of the hold, and Dubose is trying to catch his breath. Tommy lays the boots to Dubose for a second, and steps on his head, squishing Dubose's face into the mat.)
JR: Tommy has done nothing but cheat here tonight.
Brutus: Well you know what, do a Justin Timberlake and cry me a river.
JR: ...Who's Justin Timberlake?
Brutus: The guy on the poster in your room.
JR: We must never speak of that in public!!
(Tina tells Tommy to break it up. Tommy backs off, holding his hands up innocently. Then, he turns to the crowd, and raises his arms to a chorus of boo's. He gives them a dirty gesture and then turns back to Dubose, raising him to his feet. Dubose responds by peppering him with right hands to the face, and Tommy covers up for a second, then he cuts Dubose off with a knee to the gut. He whips Dubose to the ropes. Dubose comes off with a flying forearm, taking them both down. Both men are down, and Tina starts a 10-count. Rizzo gets the crowd behind Dubose.)
Brutus: Why are they clapping for him, he's wearing a pink jockstrap. There should be more Tommy chants.
JR: Why don't you get one started, like you did with the "rusted Razor" chant a few weeks ago.
Brutus: Oh no, I'm never mentioning the words "rusted Razor" again, I --
(From behind him, a "rusted Razor" chant starts, and builds in strength.)
Brutus: Noooo!!
(Dubose pulls himself to his feet. He waits for Tommy to get to his feet, then tries to kick him in the gut. Tommy catches his foot, and shakes his finger, saying "nice try". Dubose tries to go for an enziguri, but Tommy ducks, and laughs at him, still holding him by the ankle. Dubose then rolls forward, and Tommy goes sailing through the middle ropes and crashing out to the floor. Dubose waits for him to get to his feet, then he comes through the middle ropes with a suicide dive, and both men are down. The crowd pops.)
JR: What a death defying maneuver by Dubose!
Brutus: Only to a fat boy like you Jimmy, I could do that all day.
JR: Brutus, you're about 30 pounds heavier than me.
Brutus: It's all muscle Jimmy. It's all muscle.
(Dubose rolls Tommy back in the ring. He goes for a cover.)
1...
2.. No Rougeau sticks Tommy's foot on the bottom rope.
JR: That's not fair!
Brutus: I know, it's not fair that I look this good, and you look like... well... Dubose's pink jockstrap.
(Dubose irish whips Tommy into the corner, and comes in with a flying knee strike to the face. Then, he backs up, and comes in with a few shoulder thrusts, backs up, gets a running start and hits a big shoulder in the corner. Tommy's eyes go wide, and the wind is knocked out of him. He flops down to a sitting position in the corner. Dubose screams something to the crowd, then turns back to Tommy. He looks at Tommy, laying in the corner, then to the crowd as a big grin crosses his face. Then he comes running in and gives Tommy a big bronco buster in the corner.)
Brutus: Oh no, not with the pink jockstrap! The pink color won't wash out of Tommy's skin for days!!
(Tommy crawls to his feet, a bit dazed, and Dubose drops him with a neckbreaker, then springboards up to the top rope and comes off with a moonsault, followed by a cover.)
1...
2... Rougeau gets on the apron to try and break it up
(Tina stops the count, as she tries to stop Rougeau from getting in the ring. The crowd boo's. Dubose gives Rougeau a few choice words. Rizzo has had enough, and runs in the ring after Rougeau, who runs away again. Dubose locks in a bow and arrow submission on Tommy, and hauls back on it. Tommy screams in pain. Dubose pulls all the way back on it, and his shoulders are on the mat. Tina counts it as a pin...)
1...
2...
3 Dubose realizes what happened, and lets go.
Brutus: What an idiot, first he dresses himself in a pink jockstrap, then he almost lost the match for himself.
(Dubose realizes he almost pinned himself, and shakes his head. He goes back to Tommy, and stomps on his back a few times, before locking in an STF. Tommy screams in pain, and stretches for the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope, and holds on. Tina makes Dubose break it up. Dubose tries to lift Tommy, but Tommy cuts him off with a stiff clothesline that nearly beheads Dubose. He lifts Dubose to his feet and drops him with a belly to belly suplex.)
Brutus: See, I knew Tommy had him. He was just playing possum.
JR: You keep telling yourself that.
(Tommy lifts Dubose again and punishes him with another belly to belly suplex. Then, he goes to the top rope and flies off with a flying headbutt across the chest. Tommy covers..)
1...
2...
3 Kickout
(Tommy screams in disbelief. He stomps on Dubose's chest a few times and then tries to lift him, but Dubose rolls him up in a small package.)
1...
2...
3 Kickout
(Tommy's eyes are wide, as he realizes Dubose almost had him. Dubose starts to get up, and Tommy cuts him off with a clothesline. Tommy lifts Dubose up, and locks in another headlock. He grins to the crowd, taunting them. Dubose flails around, and it looks like he's about to fade away. Then, he pinches Tommy's nipple and twists it hard. The crowd gives a laughing pop as Tommy yelps in pain, gives a WTF stare to Dubose, and Tommy tightens the hold. Dubose twists his nipple again, and Tommy releases the hold screaming, rubbing his nipple.)
JR: That's a, um, very unorthodox way to escape that hold.
Brutus: "Unorthodox", you mean like gay, right? No wonder he's wearing the pink jockstrap.
(Tommy cuts Dubose off with a clothesline, lifts him up and hits a pendulum backbreaker. He holds his arms up to the crowd, who boo him fiercely, and he tells them to shut up, and he rubs his nipple in pain. He lifts Dubose to his feet from behind, and drops him with a German suplex, followed by another, and another. He grins, climbs to the top rope, gestures to the crowd, taking his time...)
Brutus: Here it is, the Show Stealer!
(Tommy says it's over, and flies off the turnbuckle with a frog splash.)
JR: Wait a minute --
(Dubose rolls out of the way at the last second. Tommy hits the mat chest first, and holds his chest in pain. Dubose comes from behind and drops Tommy with a reverse DDT, and both men are down. Tina starts a 10-count. 1...2...3...4...5...6. Tommy starts to stir... 7 Dubose sits up... 8... Dubose crawls to his knees and Tommy starts to get up...9. Dubose is on his feet first. He kicks Tommy in the gut, lifts him up and hits a crucifix powerbomb.)
JR: There it is, the Crosschecking!
Brutus: Please, Jimmy. Tommy can take like 50 Crosscheckings. Whatever.
(Dubose rests for a moment, catching his breath. Rizzo walks over, and he talks a little strategy with Dubose. Then, Dubose gets to his feet, and bends over Tommy, going for a cover, but Tommy reaches up and pokes him in the eye. Dubose turns around checking his eye to see if it's bleeding, and Tommy comes from behind and locks in a Tazz-mission style chokehold.)
Brutus: But Dubose can't take even one of these!
JR: Tommy has the Plot Twist locked in, how long can Dubose hold on?!
(Dubose is fading and Tina holds his hand up in the air, and the crowd starts to get behind him. His face is turning red, as he crawls onto his knees and in a burst of adrenaline, he runs toward the turnbuckle, and drops down, ramming Tommy's face into the turnbuckle. Tommy lets go of the submission, and staggers backward, and Dubose from behind locks him into a Dragon Sleeper.)
JR: Dubose counters into the Slapshot! It could be over!
(Tommy holds on for as long as he can, as he struggles in the hold, and then Rougeau jumps on the apron. Tina is distracted by him momentarily, and when her back is turned Tommy taps out. Tina argues with Rougeau, and Dubose lets go of the hold, coming over to argue with Rougeau. Rizzo comes from behind and yanks him off the apron, and looks to hit him, but Tina tells them to break it up or she'll kick them out. Dubose gives Rougeau a few choice words, then Tommy comes from behind him with a forearm shot to the back, and then plants him with a rotating fireman's carry slam.)
JR: Dammit, not this way!
Brutus: Yes! It's over! He hit the Breathtaker, there's no way he can kick out of that!
(Tommy gives a cocky grin, and covers.)
1...
2...
3!!!
DING DING DING
JR: Dammit, once again Rougeau wins the match for Tommy Contour!
Brutus: Hey Jimmy, how many matches have you ever won? Oh yeah, none. So shut up.
Mic: Here's your winner by pinfall, TOMMMMMYYYY COOOONNTOOOOURRR!!
(Rizzo slides in the ring to help Dubose back up as Tommy and Rougeau slide out of the ring, Rougeau is holding the Script of Life high in the air. Tommy takes the Script and kisses it.)
Brutus: Sean’s lucky Rizzo’s around. He might not be much longer if he think about going after Warpath.
JR: That remains to be seen, Brutus.
The Mic: The following match will be scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...(cut off)
("Pomp and Circumstance" hits the speakers, the crowd starts booing as Hugh Bristic makes his way from the back. Bristic circles around the ring holding some papers under his left arm.)
JR- The fans as always, are not happy to see Hugh Bristic here tonight.
Brutus- Whats that underneath his arm?
JR- They look like forms of some sort.
( Hugh walks over to the time keeper and literally
pulls his chair out from under him. Hugh folds it up
and slides it into the ring. Hugh then ducks under the
ring and pulls out some sort of portable foldable
night stand. He slides that in the ring , and with it
himself also. )
JR- What is Hugh doing? It doesnt look like he's
getting ready for a match.
( Hugh yells at the ref to set up the table and chair,
the ref looks confused and annoyed but does his job.
Hugh then takes a mic to his face. )
Hugh- Matt Rison! I believe you and me have an
appointment, so please grace us all with your sub-par
prescence.
["A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn hits the speakers and out
walks Matt Rison wearing his usual wrestling attire,
but clearly his ribs are still bandaged and his hand
is still in a cast. Matt Rison takes a moment to look
over the crowd before pointing his left hand at Hugh
Bristic and shouting some words before continuing his
walk to the ring. He climbs the steps slowly before
leaning through the ropes wincing in pain while the
whole time keeping his eye on Hugh Bristic. Once he
finally gets through the ropes he stands up as
straight as he can face to face with Hugh Bristic
while displaying a scowel and some wincing on his
face.]
( Hugh smirks. )
Hugh- Rison, this has been a very busy week for me. And Mayhem is no exception.
( Hugh turns to a crewman outside of the ring. )
Hugh- Get this man a mic!
( Hugh turns his attentions back to Rison. )
Hugh- But I thought, why not help an old friend right Rison? Old business aquaintences, I am sure you would give me an excellent recommendation to any wrestling company I wanted to go to. So why not return the favor. So tonight I was wondering if you would really like to see how well of a champion you could be.
[Matt Rison is offered a microphone by one of the ring techs and he reaches through the ropes grimacing in pain to take it. He then recomposes himself in the ring facing Hugh Bristic and replies.]
Rison: Hugh, I think everyone in this arena including yourself know what kind of a champion I can be.
( Hugh laughs, a very very obnoxious chuckle. )
Hugh- Well Im not sure about that, but I definitely know how good of a President you can be. And let me just say, if I ran my companies like you did ... I would've run my family into the ground.
( The crowd boos. )
Hugh- But thats not the point Matty. You see, I am going to give you a little thing called an aptitude test. You got some of the greatest names in the history of wrestling, the best champions. There personality traits, their physical traits, etc. etc.... right here on this form. Think of it like the career tests you take in highschool. It compares your answers to others. And this should give all of us a pretty good look at Matt Rison IEW Champion.
(The chair and table are now set up. Hugh places the forms on the table, leaving a number two pencil right next to them. He pulls out the chair to let Rison sit. )
Rison: What do you think I'm trying to be, a paper champion?
Hugh Bristic- Oh very witty Rison. Very clever. But lets be honest, arent you the least bit curious to see how you will do? If your not, I am sure the fans are. Remember I'm trying to do you a favor Rison.
Rison: Hugh, unlike some people who go to school because they don't have a clue what they want to do in life, I know what I want to do. I want to be the next IEW World Heavyweight Champion. Test or not, I will become that champion. But you know something, I'll tell you what. I'll take this test just so when you see the results you can look at them in awe, because before I'm through with my career in wrestling you and I will be compared. And when all is said and done, I will always be recognized as better than you.
[Matt Rison scoots the chair out from under the fold out table and sits down.]
Hugh Bristic- I hope you dont mind, its multiple choice. Use the pencil ...
[Matt Rison looks at the pencil and tries to pick it up with his casted hand and can't seem to get a grip on it.]
Hugh Bristic- Whats the matter Rison...
Rison: I just can't seem to get it up.
Hugh- Well if you cant finish the test your going to fail, I cant make any exceptions you know.
[Matt Rison reaches for the pencil with his left hand, and as soon as his finger touches the pencil Hugh Bristic pushes Rison and his chair over. Rison lands on his back on the chair and grabs at his ribs as Hugh Bristic jumps on him and delivers one punch after another to Rison's head. Matt Rison manages to push Bristic over and then returns the favor with his left hand. They continue to roll and punch each other further away from the table and chair allowing for the referee Tina Garcia to enter and clear the table of the foreign objects before calling for the bell to start the match.]
DING DING DING
Brutus: That was classic strategy by Hugh Bristic.
JR: I'll give him that. He's always prepared.
Brutus: Exactly and thats why he was such a great World champion, just as Rison was a great Anarchy champion.
Rison has Hugh set in the corner throwing lefts.
JR: It's kinda weird to see "The Right Hand Man" as the left hand man tonight.
Brutus: That definately impares his ability to get it up. Wait a sec....get it up. Now I fully get it. That was a classic line by Rison.
He begins laughing unrelentlessly.
JR: You're hopeless.
Hugh throws a thumb to the eye of Rison who clutches his eye in pain. Bristic then quickly moves on the advantage as he locks on a front headlock with his left arm, while he uses his right arm to club Rison's back. Rison drops to a knee. Hugh then pulls off the lock and throws a kick to Rison's face, which fully floors him. Hugh follows it up with some more boots. Hugh then pulls his attention to the crowd as he raises his arms high and proudly. The crowd boo's heavily.
Brutus: Hugh stands proud as always.
JR: As well as egotistical as always.
Hugh screams to the crowd "Don't hate me because I'm smarter". He gives off an 'up yours' gesture. He then goes back to Rison as he lifts him to his feet. Hugh then grips Rison's hurt arm and drops Rison back to the mat with a jumping arm-breaker. Rison clutches his arm in pain.
JR: Hugh's wasting no time in going right after that hurt arm of Rison's.
Brutus: Of course he isn't. If there is an advantage to be gained, Hugh will find it. Of course in Rison's defense, Rison is one tough mama jamma.
JR: One tough mama jamma?
Brutus: You know what I mean. Point is, Bristic isn't accustomed to facing Anarchy champion wrestlers. Not that I doubt Hugh though.
Hugh to his feet now begins stomping at Rison's arm. Rison yelps a bit in pain but the cast protects the pain from full force. Hugh notices this so he leaps in the air coming down on Rison's arm with more force a few times. Rison gives out a bigger reaction of pain. Hugh grips the hurt arm and drops down into an armbar submission hold as he pulls with force. Rison screams.
JR: This may be a short match of Rison can't get out of these cheap tricks of Hugh.
Brutus: Cheap? Hugh doesn't own a thing cheap, besides your mom.
JR: Dammit Brutus!!! I'm tired of these momma jokes.
Brutus: Jokes? Dammit, I thought I was telling the truth.
Rison reaches out with his left arm and strains a bit but grips the nearest bottom rope. Tina Garcia forces Hugh to break on a five count. Hugh breaks at four. Rison rolls out of the ring clutching his arm. Hugh follows him as he gives some forearm shots to Rison's back. Rison however tries to fight back with some elbows to Hugh's gut but Hugh throws another thumb to the eye. He then grabs Rison's hurt arm and bounces it with force off the steel steps. Rison drops to a sitting position gripping his arm in obvious pain. Hugh then peppers Rison in the face with some right hands. He then places Rison's arm onto the steps, takes a few steps back and runs foward wiith a kick that sandwiches Rison's arm into the steps.
JR: Hugh's not letting off this attack to Rison's arm.
Brutus: Nor should he. He wants to win this match doesn't he.
Hugh rolls Rison back into the ring and he follows. He boots Rison a couple times and then places his casted arm across the bottom ropes. Hugh grips the top rope as he springs into the air and comes back down across Rison's arm.
JR: It's a good thing that Rison's arm is in a cast or his arm could be rebroken. I'm sure it still hurts though.
Brutus: Rison was an Anarchy champion, this man lives for pain. He slept with your mother didn't he.
JR: DAMMIT BRUTUS!!!!!
Jimmy begins choking Brutus.
Brutus (choking): Was... it... something... I... said?
Rison holds his arm in pain, trying to shake it to get some feeling back into it. Hugh locks in a wristlock, working the left wrist. Rison throws his head back, nailing Hugh in the face with his head. Hugh responds by shoving his face into the mat with a lot of force, then he lifts his head and dashes it into the mat again. Then, he wraps Rison's left arm in a keylock.
JR: Now, ahem, as I was saying... it appears now Hugh is trying to work on the undamaged arm of Rison, because without his arms, there goes 90% of his arsenal.
Brutus: ...(coughs) Geez, that choke was uncalled for. I'm not your chicken.
JR: Shut up Brutus!
Hugh works the left arm of Rison, and Rison responds by driving his elbow back into the side of Hugh's head a few times. He lifts Rison to his feet, and Rison responds by giving him a flurry of punches to the face with his left hand, as Hugh reels back to the ropes. Finally, Hugh cuts him off with a stiff knee to the midsection, then he drops Rison with a big DDT.
JR: Rison had the upper hand, should you excuse the expression, but Hugh cuts him off once again.
Brutus: This match has been all Hugh so far. Personally I wouldn't mind seeing either man take it.
Hugh backs up to the ropes, and comes off with a knee drop to the left wrist, then he backs up, drops an elbow across the chest, then another and on the last one he makes a cover.
1...
2... Kickout
Hugh gives Tina a sour look, then goes back to Rison, and twists his arm around in an arm wrench, and with Tina not in a good position to see anything, Rison responds by giving him a low blow, following it up by tossing Hugh to the mat with a fireman's carry. Rison leans against the ropes, clutching his arm, as Tina warns him to watch the funny business, and he responds "C'mon Tina, it was Nuttin' But A Toss!"
JR: Sure it was, Rison, sure it was.
Brutus: Why are you always so biased against the guys like Rison, just because the fans hate them?
JR: You're calling me biased?!
Hugh gets to his feet, annoyed, and he comes at Rison, and they look ready to lock up, but then a unwrapped condom falls out the bottom of Rison's pants. Hugh looks at it, looks at Rison, looks back at the condom, and takes a step back. Rison leans down and picks it up, and holds it out to Hugh. Hugh backs up, holding his hands out, saying "Whoa, man, we're cool, we're cool". Rison grins, tosses it to him, to a large pop from the crowd. Hugh juggles it for a second, trying not to touch it, and then throws it out of the ring. A cameraman runs out of the way so it won't touch him.
Brutus: Probably a smart move... who knows where that's been. Besides Jimmy's --
JR: Don't you say it.
Hugh, disgusted, wipes his hand on his tights, and then he turns back to Rison, who takes him down with a lunging forearm with the cast. Hugh falls back to the mat, and Rison pins him...
1...
2...
3 Hugh gets his foot on the bottom rope.
Brutus: Hugh would never live it down if he lost to a flying condom.
JR: Neither would you.
Brutus: Well see I have a funny story about that...
Rison, with his left hand, locks in a front headlock, taking him down to the mat. Hugh struggles in the headlock, trying to get to his feet, but Rison keeps him on the mat. Then, Hugh gets to one knee with the headlock with applied. In a burst of adrenalin, he runs forward with Rison, and squashes him in the corner. He rears back and hits a few more shoulder thrusts to the gut of Rison, then irish whips him into the corner, and comes running in, attempting a big splash. Rison moves at the last second, and Hugh hits the turnbuckle chest first.
JR: Rison has a lot of fight in him, you have to give him that.
Hugh staggers out of the corner, as Rison runs out, attempting a clothesline, but Hugh catches him in position for a belly to belly suplex.
Brutus: The Hot Shot! Well, it's over, still good try, Rison.
Rison blocks the Hot Shot by hitting Hugh in the face with a few headbutts, making Hugh let go. Hugh staggers around a few steps and then flops to the mat (Flair style). When he slowly gets up, checking his face to make sure he's not bleeding, Rison is on the top rope, waiting. He comes off with a missile dropkick, but Hugh goes crashing back into Tina and they bump heads. Tina is out cold, Rison lifts Hugh to his feet. Hugh tries to swing for a clothesline, but Rison ducks and hits an atomic drop, followed by another, then a spinebuster.
JR: The Death Valley Slamma Jamma!
Brutus: You know what can't be far behind!
Rison jumps up to the second turnbuckle, and then flies off with a big fist drop using the cast. He holds his damaged hand in pain, and then slowly rolls into the cover, but Tina Garcia is out cold.
JR: The Jacked Up Fist Drop! But Tina's still knocked out!
Brutus: God, what a weakling, a little pussy dropkick knocked her out? This is why women shouldn't be referees.
A woman's purse flies from the crowd and hits Brutus in the back of the head.
Brutus: What did I say?
After holding onto the pin for what should have been a five count, Rison notices Tina is still knocked out he goes to revive her, as Hugh comes crawling up behind him and hits a low blow. Rison is doubled over in pain, holding his jewels. Hugh gets to his feet, holding his head from the shot from the cast. He lifts Rison, and irish whips him to the ropes and when he comes back hits a snap belly to belly which he swings over his shoulders and then dumps behind him like a samoan drop.
JR: What a cheap shot! I think Hugh Bristic just stole the match as usual.
Brutus: Not a cheap shot, Jimmy, it was a Hot Shot!
Hugh drops down into a pin, then he notices Tina is knocked out. He looks at the crowd, and grins. He goes out to ringside, and grabs a steel chair, then he climbs back in the ring, and bashes the chair against the mat a few times while he waits for Rison to get to his feet.
JR: Dammit another cheap ending to a Bristic match!
Brutus: How many times do I have to say it, Bristic is not cheap, he could buy and sell you.
Hugh waits until Rison turns around, and then swings the chair, but Rison punches the chair back into his face using the cast. He screams and falls to the mat, holding his hand as Hugh falls back to the mat. Tina gets to her feet slowly.
Brutus: About time she got up, useless woman.
A woman's high heeled shoe smacks him in the side of the head.
Brutus: Ow! Damn it, cut it out!
Jimmy laughs. In the ring, Rison starts to get to his feet. He goes over to Hugh, and tries to lift him up. Hugh rolls him into a small package. Tina counts the pin.
1..
2...
3 No
Rison rolls Hugh over into a rollup of his own, grabbing a handfull of tights. Tina, not seeing him grab the tights, repositions herself and counts...
1
2
3!!!!
DING DING DING
Mic: Here's your winner... The Right Hand Man, MATT RIIIIIIISOOOONNN!!
JR: Oh my god, he just stole the win from Hugh Bristic! How many other people can say they outsmarted the self-proclaimed 'smartest man in the IEW'?!
Brutus: He got a badly needed win, no matter how he did it.
DING! DING! DING!
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen this next contest is set for one fall and it is for the IEW Tag Team Championship!
*Crowd roars.*
The Mic: Introducing first, the challengers…weighing in at a combined weight of 509lbs! Razor and Deth……Deth Squad!!
*The arena goes black*
"How many people wanna Kick Some Ass!"
*As the opening riffs play a stream of fireworks shoot towards the entrance way and explode along with a loud crash of guitars and drums. Razor and Deth step out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. They appear to be mouthing off to the crowd as they make their way down the ramp to the ring. The big screen shows shots of Deth and Razor in their return to the IEW as masked men, and shots from the battle royal. The enter the ring still yelling out at the crowd amongst the boos.*
"How many people wanna Kick Some Ass... I do... I do"
*Both men then focus in on the upcoming match.*
The Mic: There opponents, they are the reigning and defending IEW Tag Team Champions! Weighing at a combined weight of 568lbs and hailing from Atco, New Jersey! Magnum and Dream Man……The Dream Team!
*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: This is a battle between two of the premier tag teams here in IEW. The champs Dream Team and their grisled opponents in Deth Squad.
Brutus: I don’t know who to root for here JR!
JR: How about you try something new and call the match down the middle.
Brutus: But that’s not any fun!
DING! DING! DING!
* Dream Man and Razor start things off in this match. Dream Man kicks Razor in the gut. He shoves Razor back into the corner and kicks him in the face. Razor is reeling in the corner. Dream runs forward and rams his elbow into the side of Razor’s head. Dream steps back as razor is very dazed from the blow. Dream runs forward and drives his elbow again into the side of Razor’s head. Dream irish whips Razor hard into the opposite corner. Razor hit so hard that he bounced off and right into a clothesline by Dream. Deth climbs to the top rope behind Dream. Dream notices him and turns around. Deth jumps off and is caught by Dream. Dream toys with him before power slamming him. Magnum steps over the top rope and into the ring. Deth gets up and walks right into a sidewalk slam by Magnum. Razor slowly rises up near the ropes. Magnum runs forward and clotheslines Razor over the top rope to the floor. Dream connects with a big boot to Deth sending him tumbling over the top rope as well. The champs remain in the ring standing tall despite warnings from the ref. *
JR: The champions starting off very strong, Deth Squad would be wise not to try and overpower the much bigger champions.
Brutus: Uh huh.
* The ref backs Magnum into his corner. He slowly steps back over the rop rope and onto the apron. Razor and Deth huddle on the outside trying to shake off the blows. Razor composes himself and rolls back into the ring. Razor gets in Dreams face in the ring and shoves him. Dream responds with a shove of his own sending Razor hard to the mat. Razor gets back up and is met with a flurry of punches by Dream Man. Dream irish whips him and lands a high back body drop. Dream covers…….
1…………………..
2..KICKOUT!*
JR: Alittle bit too early, its going to take a lot more than that to take down any of these men taking part in this match up.
* Dream picks Razor up and drags him into the Dream Team corner. Dream tags Magnum then holds Razor for his partner. Magnum lands a hard blow to the midsection of Razor. Magnum irish whips Razor and slams him down with spinebuster. Magnum picks Razor back up again and irish whips him. Magnum ducks too soon for a back body drop, allowing Razor to kick him in the face. Magnum sits straight up looking irate. Razor quickly kicks him in the gut and hits a swinging neck breaker on the big man. Razor covers……
1………………
2..KICKOUT!
Magnum pressed Razor off of him. Razor quickly pounces on Magnum, kicking the back of his head. Razor tags in Deth. Both members of Deth Squad lay the boots to Magnum. Dream Man tries to come in to help but is cut off by the ref and sent back to his corner. Razor and Deth set Magnum up for a double suplex. They try to lift him up but Magnum doesn’t budge. They try again with no avail. Magnum shifts his weight and suplexes both Razor and Deth. Both men are down in pain. Magnum slowly stands up. Razor and Deth both rise to charge at Magnum who drops them with a double clothesline. *
JR: Deth Squad wasn’t successful on that double team attempt.
Brutus: Well of course Magnum is as big as a mountain!
* Deth rises back up and is dropped by a headbutt from Magnum. Razor charges and is thrown over the top rope to the floor. Deth gets back up and is bodyslammed to the mat by Magnum. Magnum tags Dream Man back in who immediately climbs to the top rope. He poses for a moment on the top rope. Razor takes advantage to shake the rope forcing Dream Man to groin himself on the top turnbuckle. Magnum jumps down and starts to chase Razor around the ring. The ref jumps outside to break them up. Dream Man is hurting as Deth stalks him. Deth reaches into his pants and pulls out a white powdery substance. He rears back and tosses it in Dream Mans face. Dream instinctively tries to wipe the substance out of his eyes. *
JR: What the hell was that?!?!
Brutus: That’s called being prepared.
JR: The ref is outside trying to calm down Magnum and Razor…he didn’t see what Deth just threw in Dream Mans face!
* With Dream blinded and hurting on the top turn buckle. Deth climbs up with him. He lands several blows to Dreams forehead as both Razor and Magnum return to their respective corners. Deth then sets Dream up and lands a massive superplex that shakes the ring. Deth reaches over and places his hand on Dream for a cover……
1……………….
2……………….
3..NO! KICKOUT! *
JR: We almost had new IEW Tag Team champions!
* Deth slowly rolls off and poses for the crowd. Dream Man uses the ropes to help him stand, obviously still blinded from that white substance. The ref notices the substance on Dream’s face and questions Deth who shrugs it off. Deth viciously kicks Dream Man into the gut doubling him over. Deth runs off the ropes and lands a fame asser on Dream. Deth then straddles Dream and lands a flurry of right hands onto Dreams face. Deth tags in Razor who climbs to the top rope. Razor leaps off and lands a guillotine leg drop onto Dream. Razor pulls Dream Man to his feet and drapes his neck across the second rope. Razor runs off the ropes, jumps and lands on Dreams back sending his neck into the rope. Razor then starts choking Dream Man on the rope. The ref steps in to count…1……2…….3…..4….Razor backs up as The ref warns him. While the ref is distracted, Deth drops a leg across the back of Dreams head from the apron. Magnum drops down from his spot in the apron and starts to chase Deth around the ring now. Again the ref goes outside to break the two men up. While the ref is distracted again, Razor positions himself behind Dream Man who slowly rises back to his feet. Razor rears back and mule kicks Dream Man who slumps to the mat in pain. *
JR: Once again a situation where the ref should have seen this and ended it!
Brutus: What happened and what should have happened are two different things JR.
* Razor covers as the ref enters to count…..
1………………
2………………KICKOUT!
* Razor is frustrated by the slow count and argues with the official. Razor irish whips Dream and drops him with a dropkick. Razor then walks to the Dream Team corner and shoves Magnum, prompting the big man to rush into the ring. The ref cuts him off. Razor kicks Dream Man and then switches places with Deth. The ref forces Magnum back to his corner. He turns and questions Deth on the tag. Deth pulls Dream to his feet and irish whips him. Deth then drops Dream with a spinning heal kick. *
JR: Magnum is just itching to get into the ring, the former world champ is eager to get his hands on either member of Deth Squad.
* Deth backs Dream into the corner and kicks him in the gut. Deth then chops Dream’s chest. Deth tags in Razor. Deth then irish whips Dream into the opposite corner. He then whips his parter towards Dream who moves out of the way sending Razor crashing into the turnbuckle. Deth charges and is cut with a back elbow by Dream. Deth stumbles back and knocks down the ref. Dream slumps to one knee as Magnum is begging him for a tag. *
JR: Finally Dream Man has an open lane to tag in his partner
* With Deth Squad and the ref down, Dream slowly crawls to his corner and tags in Magnum. Magnum steps over the top rope. He picks up Deth and whips him into the ropes and drops him with a big boot. Razor gets up and is dropped by a headbutt. Magnum irish whips Razor and catches him with a gorilla press slam. He holds Razor up for a moment then slams him to the mat. Deth rises up again and ducks a big boot from Magnum. Deth turns around right into clothesline from Magnum. Magnum irish whips Razor who ducks a clothesline attempt. Razor then jumps onto Magnums back and locks in a sleeper hold. Magnum flails his arms back to attempt to break the hold. He gets a grip on Razor and throws him over his head to the mat. Razor is in pain. Razor gets up and walks right into the hand of Magnum who locks it onto his throat. *
JR: Looks like Razor is going for a ride!
* Magnum drops Razor with a massive chokeslam. Magnum signals that its over. He picks Razor up and sets him up for the Last Call. He hoists Razor up onto his shoulders. Razor then starts to hammer onto Magnums forehead stalling the move. Deth recovers to chop block Magnum sending the big man Down with Razor onto his chest. Both members of Deth Squad start to lay the boots to the big man. Deth Squad pick Magnum up and irish whip him but Magnum bowls them both over. Magnum again sets Razor up for the Last Call. He hoists Razor up and slams him into the mat. *
JR: The Last Call! This should be it!
* Magnum drops to cover. The ref who had recently recovered, taps Magnum on the shoulder. Magnum looks annoyed. Deth again chop blocks Magnum from behind. Magnum is bent over and is dropped with a ddt by Deth. Dream Man recovers and rushes Deth who ducks a clothesline and locks his arms around Dream Man trying to hit a german suplex. Dream Man shoves him off turns around and catches Deth’s head into a diamond cutter position. Using Dream Mans own momentum, Deth shoves Dream Man off and into the ropes. Dream bounces off the ropes and ducks Deth’s clothesline as he bounces back Razor catches him, lifts him up as he and Deth hit the D-Squad Breaker. *
JR: Wow how has events changed now!
* Razor drops to cover Dream Man…..
1……………………
2……………………..
3………………………. *
DING! DING! DING!
The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen your winners and NEW IEW Tag Team Champions! Razor, Deth….Deth Squad!
JR: I don’t understand one minute Magnum had the pinfall the next thing you know the D-Squad Breaker was hit and now we have new tag team champions!
Brutus: Well I guess you didn’t realize JR that Magnum was not recognized as the legal man! I thought you of all people would have caught onto that!
*A tuckered out Razor calls for the mic. He slides the belt over his shoulder and grabs the mic.*
Razor: Dream Man... Magnum... you should never have over looked us. We are for real, and we are now the Champions. I know somewhere in your contracts you have a re-match clause. So I tell you what... you want your re-match... you'll get it... but I have a condition. (Razor takes a step towards the fallen men.) Deth and I get to pick the stipulations to the match.
*Razor then tosses the mic aside as he Deth sneer and roll out of the ring. They then look back towards the fallen Dream Team before making their way to the back.*
THe Mic- The following match is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Lightheavyweight Championship!
( The crowd pops. )
JR- Looks like the crowd is into this one Brutus.
Brutus- Were witnessing history Jimmy, the first ever title defense fo the Lightheavyweight Championship.
JR- Yes we are Brutus.
Brutus- I mean, Mal could set an IEW record, the title changing hands on its first ever title defense.
JR- Brutus, come on, your counting Mal out of this?
The Mic- First he is the challenger ...
[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- Weighing in at 200 pounds he is Dark Dragon!!
Brutus- NEw Champ right here.
JR- Yea right..
The Mic- Next, he is the IEW's first ever Light Heavyweight Champion ...
(The scene shows the arena, when suddenly the Jumbotron starts to flicker and get filled with static, causing the house lights to go on and off sporadically. After a few seconds, "Insomnia" by Feeder starts up, the arena lights cut out, and colored beams of light move randomly around the stage. The JumboTron flashes up the word "Malachi" along with Mal doing such moves as the hurracaranna, rope flip, Frog Splash, and his finisher "The Fallout." After a few seconds Malachi emerges on the stage with the LightHeavyweight Championship on his waist. Signaling to the crowd as they cheer. Then as the lyrics kick in, he stands at the top of the ramp sideways on with his left hand in his pocket and his right arm in front of him, and then he swings his right arm above his head with his fingers about to click, and as he brings it down, he clicks his fingers and their there are huge pyro explosions on either side of him on the stage. He then walks down to the ring greeting fans, climbs in, and gets onto the middle rope on one of the sides, holding the top rope with his left arm and signalling to the crowd with his right. He then goes to the other side of the ring and does the same.)
JR- THat belt looks great on him Brutus. And do you hear that ovation. No one can argue that he is not one of the most popular stars in this company. The fans love him, they respect his matches. And now he is a champion.
Brutus- Oh ... Go marry him!
( Malachi takes the Championship belt off his waist and hands it to the ref. The ref shows it to Dark Dragon and then signals for the bell. )
Ding Ding Ding
( Malachi and Dark Dragon circle each other for a moment. Malachi goes in for a lock up but quickly spins around Dark Dragon, Dragon gets pissed and starts throwing punches at Malachi. )
JR- Getting off to a fast start.
( Malachi dodges the punches gives Dragon a hard smack to the back of his head. Dragon grabs his head as the crowd cheer. Dragon turns around into a spear by Malachi but he side steps and throws Malachi to the ropes. Malachi comes back with a clothesline but Dragon forward rolls under the clothesline, jumps up and dropkicks Malachi to the mat! )
Brutus- Nice move by Dragon Jimmy, did you see that.
( Malachi gets up but gets hit with a roundhouse kick to the side of his. The arena is filled with a loud THWAP sound as Malachi falls to his knees. Dragon hits the ropes and comes back with a swinging neckbreaker, Dragon makes a quick cover. )
JR- Roundhouse kick to the head... swinging neckbreaker and the cover ...
One
Two
Kickout
JR- I think he was trying to stun Malachi enough there for a quick pin.
( Dragon stands up as grabs Malachis head pulling him up. Dragon attempts another strong kick but Malachi catches the leg and hits a dragon screw! Mal comes up with the leg and drops an elbow into the thigh. )
JR- Nice reversal by Malachi.
( Malachi drags Dragon by his leg to the center of the ring, picks up the other leg and then drops a double leg drop into his exposed crotch reason. The crowd pops!. )
Brutus- They always get so excited over the stupid stuff he does.
( Malachi gets up celebrating as Dragon is on the mat holding himself. )
JR- Look Dragons been beating up on Malachi for weeks, and finally Malachi gets a chance to get some pay back.
( Malachi pulls up Dragon and sends him into the ropes, but Dragon reverses the whip, Mal comes back and gets hit with an impressive tilt-a-whirl sideslam! Dragon gets up fast hits the ropes and comes back rolling but jumps up into a corkscrew stomach splash. )
JR- Rolling Fire!
( Dragon covers .... )
One
TWo
Kickout!
Brutus- Dragon wants this bad Jimmy, he's being aggressive.
( Dragon pulls Malachi up but Malachi drops down and ankle trips Dragon. Dragon hits the mat face first but gets up fast. Malachi grabs Dragon and hits a snap suplex! )
JR- Malachi is trying to gain some momentum.
( Malachi gets up and shakes his arms getting the crowd behind him. Dragon stands up and runs at Malachi but gets hit with a Spinebuster! )
JR- Malachi finally has someone smaller then him, and he can hit the big moves.
( Malachi picks up Dragon again into a scoop reverse DDT. Malachi covers. )
One
Two
Kickout!
( Malachi gets up fast and hits the ropes coming back with a diving elbow drop, but Dragon rolls and Mal hits the mat. Dragon uses the ropes to get up and meets Malachi in the middle of the ring. Dragon jumps and spins 180 hitting a shining wizard kick to the side of Mal's head. )
Brutus- Ooh that hurt.
JR- Its been action from start to finish between these two. They both are fast paced competitors who love using flashy and innovative maneuvers.
( Dragon jumps up to the tope rope of a nearby turnbuckle. Dragon comes off with a Swanton bomb but Mal rolls and Dragon hits mat! )
JR- Big moves, big risks.
( Mal and Dragon lay practically side by side. The ref considers a ten count but Mal starts getting back up. Mal picks up Dragon slowly, but Dragon spins behind Mal and attempts a German suplex, but Mal counters with his leg by wrapping it around Dragons leg. Mal then jumps up a bit getting his legs higher up on Dragons body and slowly lands and rolls forward getting Dragon into a rolling pin. )
One
Two
Thr... Kickout!
JR- Dragon better watch out, he could get stuck with a pin like that later in this match.
( Dragon pushes Malachi off of him and pulls himself up. Malachi gets up to and the two turn and stare at eachother. Dragon runs toward Malachi and jumps up as if for a Louthez press, but Malachi catches him but stumbles backward into the turnbuckle. Dragon now ontop of Malachi who is in the turnbuckle starts punching away at Malachis head. Dragon climbs the turnbuckle more and Mal ducks under his legs. Mal turns around to see Dragon on the top turnbuckle, but before he comes off of it Mal runs atop and hits a clothesline!! Sending both men off the top turnbuckle to the outside of the ring! They hit the black matting hard and then remain motionless. )
JR- NO! That could have seriously injured somebody.
( The crowd pops huge ... the ref apparently thinks the same as Jimmy and leaves the ring to check on the two individuals. The ref spends a few moments with Dragon and then turns to Mal, but niether respond. The ref turns back to Dragon but Dragon pushes him away. Dragon stumble up, as does Malachi. Dragon runs and hits a jumping tornado DDT, but Mal locks his hands around Dragons waist preventing him from dropping the DDT. Malachi then runs him ribs first into the ring post. Dragon slinks down the ringpost but Mal picks him up and sends him into the ring. Malachi gets atop the ring apron and then onto the top rope and signals for his frogsplash. The crowd pops huge. )
JR- Mal might try to end it here ...
( Mal comes off with the Frog splash but Dragon rolls, Mal hits the canvas and then holds onto his ribs. Dragon uses the ropes and pulls himself up. Malachi still trying to catch his breath, stumbles up ... Dragon runs and this time successfully htis his jumping Tornado DDT!! )
Brutus- DEJA VU!
( Dragon looks up with an excited look on his face and quickly covers Mal hooking the leg... )
JR- Is this it?
ONE
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Thr.. Kickout!
Brutus- Damn it!
( Dragon slaps the mat in anger. He yells at the ref and then turns back around toward Mal. Dragon crawls over Mal and cradles Mals head where he starts unloading fists onto Mals forehead. The ref warns Dragon but he ignores him. Finally the ref pries Dragon away. )
JR- I dont understand why, but Dragon hates Malachi.
( Dragon pulls up a mostly lifeless Malachi and sends him into the turnbuckle. Dragon puts him onto the top turnbuckle and then climbs up himself. Dragon motions to the crowd and gets him and Mal standing atop the top rope. )
JR- This is bad...this is how you end careers.
( Dragon hooks Malachi up and then falls backwards sending Malachi over his head using the momentum into a Fishermans Suplex!! )
JR- Dragons Fayth!!
Brutus- Oh my god! That was amazing!
( The crowd explodes as both men lie lifeless. The ref once again goes to check on them. )
Jimmy- THis is lightheavyweight action Brutus! The speed of crusierweights, but a lot of these guys have are big enough to have the power behind them to. This division is going to be putting on some of the best matches this company has to offer.
( Dragon finally stirs and sends an arm over Malachi ... )
ONE
TWO
Three... Malachi gets his foot on the rope just in time!
JR- Wow was that close.
Brutus- Damn it, thats such a stupid rule Jimmy!
( Dragon looks up and sees Malachis foot. Dragon cant believe it and has a temper tandrum. Dragon turns back around to Malachi and begins to pick him up but as he does Malachi rolls him up into a small package cradle .... )
ONE
TWO
THREE!
( The crowd explodes once again. )
Brutus- What?!
JR- MAlachi was able to catch Dragon off guard, and he got the surprise pin!
Ding Ding Ding
Brutus- THis cant be happening.
The Mic- And your winner of this match, and still the IEW LightHeavyweight Champion ... Malachi!!
( Dragon rolls out of the ring and starts kicking away at the guard wall and screaming that he had Malachi beat. The ref hands an exhausted Malachi his Championship belt and Malachi manages to pick himself up. Malachi takes the belt, and then celebrates by standing on each of the turnbuckles, raising the LHW title up for the recognition of the crowd, looking at DD with disgust between walking to the next turnbuckle. He will then head up the ramp greeting fans as he goes to head backstage )
JR- Wow, well this match stayed fast paced the entire time and ended out of nowhere.
Brutus- Let me tell you Jimmy, Dragon is going to get a rematch I can tell you that.
((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) He stares with focus down to the ring, and starts to walk to the ramp. Suddenly, Khrystal Walker comes from behind with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Downfall stumbles down the ramp.)
JR: A sneak attack by the One Bitch Army!
Brutus: She wants that title in the worst way, Jimmy. She'll take a victory over Downfall any way she can get it.
(Michelle gives Walker a few choice words, but Walker looms over her menacingly and she backs off. Walker turns back to Downfall, and gives him a few more clubbing blows to the back. Downfall elbows her in the gut, and fights back with right hands to the face. He brawls with her down the ramp, then grabs her, attempting an irish whip into the steel steps. She reverses and irish whips him into the ring apron. He hits hard, back first. He lets out a yell and holds his back.)
JR: Is this match even going to get started?
Brutus: I don't think Walker cares about the match, she just wants to punish Downfall. She always has her rematch at the pay-per-view for the title.
(Downfall lets out a few curse words, in pain, and stumbles forward holding his back. Walker drops him with a big boot. Then, she turns around, and starts to pull up the mats, exposing the concrete floor.)
JR: Oh no, this is not good news for Downfall!
Brutus: No kidding, Captain Obvious.
(Walker lifts Downfall to his feet, and screams something to the crowd. She lifts him up in a vertical suplex.)
JR: No, not the Shattered Khrystal Driver! If she hits that on that concrete it could break his neck!
(Downfall rolls out of the vertical suplex, down Walker's back, and drops her with a neckbreaker.)
Brutus: Very close call, but then close calls are Downfall's stock in trade.
(Walker gets up, into a clothesline from Downfall. He mounts her, unloading on her with punches to the face. The ref, Tina Garcia, has just about given up trying to get them in the ring, and tries to pull him off Walker. Downfall, enraged now, tosses her off his shoulder, and motions for Walker to get up. She gets to her feet, turns around and receives a superkick. Downfall rips off his shirt and tries to choke Walker with it, but she responds elbowing him in the stomach a few times. As she gets to her feet she nearly beheads Downfall with a clothesline.)
JR: This isn't even a match, it's broken down into an old fashioned brawl!
(Walker clubs Downfall over the back a few times, and knees him in the face as she pulls him up to his feet. She walks him over to the announce table, and she pulls off the covering. She grabs one of the TV monitors, lifts it, and nails him in the small of the back with it. Downfall yells again, and writhes on the floor, holding his back.)
Brutus: Walker has really been getting her licks in tonight.
(Tina Garcia tries to pull on Walker's arm, and Walker shoves her away. Walker lifts Downfall up, going for a powerslam through the table. Downfall slides off her shoulders, and when she turns around Downfall kicks her in the gut and lifts her up on his shoulders in a Samoan drop position.)
JR: Downfall's indicating that he's going to play a game of Twister with Walker!
Brutus: You know, I don't say this often but maybe Rizzo had a point... what the hell does a Samoan drop have to do with a Twister anyway?
JR: Uhhh... it TWISTS, Brutus.
(Tina Garcia tells Downfall to stop, but he ignores her. He gets a running start, looking for a modified Twister through the announce table. Walker slides off his shoulders, and when he turns around she kicks him in the groin. His eyes go wide, as he doubles over in pain.)
Brutus: Well, this match is over.
JR: What match, it never even got started. I think Tina Garcia gave up on trying to have a match and is now just making sure they don't kill each other.
(Walker lifts Downfall up, and lifts him up in a powerbomb position. Then, she drops him with a huge powerbomb through the announce table, as Brutus and Jimmy scramble out of the way.)
Brutus: Well, she failed at that.
JR: Oh my god! The Cherry Bomb! The Cherry Bomb through the announce table! I think she broke Downfall's back!
(Walker stares down at Downfall, who is still struggling to get to his feet. He flops back down among the wreckage of the table. She grabs the World title from Tina, and holds it in Downfall's face, screaming that it belongs to her. The scene fades out.)
Credits:
Match 1 - Bryan Jukes
Match 2 - Adam Mills
Match 3 - Ed Higgins
Match 4 - Josh Fishman