[G-Pro] Battlefield 4/10
Fletch
crowd it's back to Billy and Jinsei at ringside.]
JY: Folks, we’re ready for our next great jisatsu match-up.
BT: Great? Are you kidding me? Jobber number one slapping jobber
number two around an arena?
JY: Billy-san, that’s hardly the case with "Cataclysmic" Chris Johnson
and The Regulator. These two have had a tremendous hate, ever since
Johnson turned on Regulator at Cold Blood, when they teamed together
to fight The Fabulous Ones. Ever since, they’ve been at each other’s
throats. Tonight, these two rookies will meet in a falls count
anywhere match, which is sure to be action-packed.
BT: Falls count anywhere? Aw, crap!
JY: I thought you like the wild, hardcore matches, Billy.
BT: I like the blood, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, every single
damn time we have a falls count anywhere match, either all the
merchandise gets destroyed, my car gets totalled, or our table gets
smashed into a thousand pieces. I mean, there’s nowhere to hide with
these guys!
JY: True enough. But that’s what the fans want to see, and that’s what
Gunyro Pro is going to deliver. Let’s go down to the ring!
. ___ __________________________________________________________
/ __| _ \_ _ ___ /
| (_ | _/ '_/ _ \ THE REGULATOR vs CHRIS JOHNSON
\___|_| |_| \___/___________________________________________/
Jisatsu division
RA: Ladies and gentlemen…The following match is under Falls Count
Anywhere rules, and is for one fall…
(The lights die down, and crimson red illuminates the building. The
crowd focus their attention to the entrance path, awaiting the arrival
of Chris Johnson. The lights then flash once to black, then return to
their color of a deep red. "Hit 'Em" by the Three 6 Mafia begins to
slowly beat up over the crowd, as the lyrics break out into an
explosive tone!)
BT: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
JY: What?! What’s wrong?!
BT: Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just trying to pass the time until Mr.
Fashionably Late decides to come out…
(Four fireworks erupt from the path way, as "Cataclysmic" Chris
Johnson begins to glide his way down to the entrance path from a
zipchord, attached to the top of the jumbo-tron. He wizzes down,
jawing off at some fans. Finally, Chris leaps off, dropping about 6
feet to the steel, striking a devilish smile to the crowd.)
RA: First…Hailing from St. Petersburg, USA, and weighing in at 201
lbs….Here is…
…." C A T A C LY S M I C " C H R I S J O H N S O N ! ! ! !….
(He sports a pair of blue, loose fitted Air Cargo pants, held up by a
black leather belt. No upper body material, except for his glasses,
which rest casually over his eyes. His smile stays still, but his
mouth moves rapidly. Taking his time to the ring, he eventually gets
there, climbing to the top rope from the outside of the squared
circle. Looking out to the crowd, he leaps inside the ring and awaits
his opponent.)
JY: What a show from the new sensation known as "Cataclysmic" Chris
Johnson! A tad too much show boating for my taste, but impressive
nonetheless.
BT: Hey Jinsei…
JY: Yes?
BT: What’s so cataclysmic about him? I mean, it’s not like he’s got
big tits, or anything…
JY: Billy!
BT: Well, it’s true! He’s just some dude with a Shawn Michaels
complex!
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena dimminish. A trio of purple
spotlights swing throughout the fans, and they are immediately
enthused. A solitare purple spotlight pours upon the ramp, and
simultaniously with the purple pyro exploding, "Dear Mr. President" by
Master P explodes over the sound system. Regulator bursts from behind
the curtain, and is met with a light applause.)
RA: And his opponent…Hailing from Detroit, USA, and weighing in at 238
lbs…Here is…
…T H E R E G U L A T O R ! ! ! !….
(The Regulator makes his way down to the ring, staring intently at
Johnson. The camera moves in and focuses on his purple and black mask,
his blonde streaked hair sticking out from the top. Regulator rolls
in, and immediately, the two begin to brawl.)
JY: Wow! These two are at it already!
BT: Ewww…
DING!
(As Regulator rolls in, Johnson rushes over to his hated enemy. He
begins stomping away, but Regulator manages to get to his feet, and
the two start trading blows. Regulator gains the advantage with
several open-handed palm thrusts to the jaw, but the rugged Johnson
grabs onto Regulator’s arm and drops down, pulling the masked man with
him in a Japanese arm drag. Regulator quickly gets up, but Johnson
drops him back down again in a toe hold.)
JY: Chris Johnson putting on some impressive offense early in this
match!
BT: Impressive? He’s wrestling!
JY: Exactly. What’s wrong with wrestling, Billy?
BT: This is Jisatsu! There’s no wrestling in Jisatsu! I want blood,
dammit! Give me blood!
(Thinking Regulator is down, Johnson begins to climb up the ropes, as
if for a moonsault. However, the masked American quickly gets back up
to his feet, waistlocking Johnson from behind and tossing him overhead
in a release German suplex. Somehow, unknown to Regulator, Johnson
manages to
land on his feet. He waits as Regulator climbs up the turnbuckles,
jumping off with a moonsault of his own. Just as Reg flips off,
Johnson jumps in the air with a perfectly-timed dropkick that sends
the bigger man flying to the outside. Johnson bounces off the opposite
ropes, flying over the turnbuckle and to the outside with a
sommersault senton splash to the outside. He hits his target, and both
men crash into the steel railing. Some of the fans applaud the move,
but most seem rather uninterested.)
JY: Wow! A sommersault senton splash suicida!
BT: A what?!
JY: A sommersault senton splash suicida.
BT: One more time!
JY: Sommersault senton splash suicida.
BT: Jinsei, I don’t think it’s legal to say that many words that start
with S’.
(Johnson slowly gets back to his feet and takes up where he left off,
stomping away at Regulator. He walks over to the timekeeker’s table
and grabs the metal bell, smacking it over Regulator’s head. He lifts
the bell again, but this time, Regulator grabs him and lifts him up,
dropping him throat-first across the railing in a pancake.)
JY: And now the Regulator is back in control! For two gaijins, they
seem to have a lot of drive in them.
BT: What’s that supposed to mean?
JY: It means, for two gaijins, they seem to have a lot fo drive in
them.
BT: Oh…
(Regulator picks up the metal bell and smashes it over Johnson’s head
in a little payback. He drops the bell and quickly grabs Johnson in a
double underhook, dropping down with a DDT directly into the bell.
Blood begins to pour from Johnson’s forehead, but that doesn’t stop
his opponent. Regulator grabs Johnson by the hair and pulls him over
the guardrail. Immediately, fans scatter.)
BT: BLOOD!!! I SEE BLOOD!!!!
JY: Oh boy. Here we go again…
BT: BLOOD!!! That is blood, right? I mean, the ref didn’t spill his
red wine, or anything, right?
JY: Yes, Billy-san, that’s 100% pure blood.
BT: BLOOD!!!!
(Regulator picks up one of the vacated chairs and brings it down
Johnson’s head, opening the wound even further. He uses the chair once
more, really swinging at his arch enemy with authority. Johnson drops
down to his hands and knees, on the verge of unconsciousness.
Regulator places the steel chair across Johnson’s back and hops up
onto one of the other vacated seats, jumping off with a ledgrop
directly onto Johnson’s back, chair and all. The American collapses,
being crushed under the weight. The fans seem merely to fear for their
lives.)
JY: Ouch! The Regulator is really holding nothing back in this one.
BT: Damn straight! If The Regular doesn’t give everything he’s got,
it’s back to those Metamusil infomercials!
JY: (sighing) Billy-san, it’s The Regulator, not The Regular. There’s
a huge difference.
BT: Really? Wow…So has The Regular won yet?
(Regulator pulls Johnson back up to his feet, and begins to toss him
into the empty chairs. He grabs a chair and backs up, running full
steam towards his opponent. At the last possible second, Johnson gets
a foot up, and the chair slams Regulator in the face. Blood begins to
ooze from his nose, and Johnson hammers him with punches to the gut
while he’s dazed. Using the opening, Johnson jumps in the air and
hooks his legs around Regulator’s neck, flipping him onto the chairs
with a standing
hurricaranna. Some of the fans cheer the high-impact move, others try
not to get hurt.)
JY: Wow! "Cataclysmic" Chris Johnson with a great move to get the
advantage back on his side!
BT: Cataclysmic. Give me a break! The only thing cataclysmic about
this guy is when he farts in water!
JY: …What?!
BT: You know…The bubbles…The mayhem…
JY: …Billy-san, there’s a new drug on the markert that could really do
wonders for you.
BT: If it’s smokable, swallowable, or taken intervenously, I’ve done
it!
JY: Ah. I think we’ve finally located the problem…
(Johnson grabs the chair and starts hammering away at The Regulator,
who desperately tries to back up. They start to move through the
crowd, Johnson swinging, Regulator trying to block the blows. Finally,
Regulator grabs a chair of his own, and the two swing wildly, their
chairs connecting with a loud *BANG*. The crowd cheers the mayhem, but
that’s about all.)
BT: AAAAAHHHH!!! Jinsei, they’re close to us!
JY: Relax, Billy-san. Just because they’re in our vacinity, it doesn’t
mean that they’ll necessarily crash through our table.
BT: STOP BEING SO DAMNED NARROW-MINDED, MAN!! DON’T YOU SEE WE’RE ALL
GONNA DIE?!?! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!
(Johnson tries to strike down with the chair again, but Regulator
ducks it, connecting with his chair instead. Johnson slumps down
against the railing, blood pouring from his mouth. He spits a tooth
out onto the floor and straightens up again, only to be met with a
chair being flung at his head. He catches it in the nick of time, but
Regulator jumps in the air, dropkicking the chair into Johnson’s face.
The smaller man flies over the railing, his face a crimson mask of
blood.)
JY: Wow! Right next to our table, Chris Johnson and The Regulator are
pulling every stop in the book to kill each other!
BT: Jinsei, I’m scared! Hold me!
JY: Ugh! Billy-san, they’re not going to come near us.
BT: NOT GOING TO COME NEAR US?!?! IF THEY WERE ANY CLOSER, THEY’D BE
UP MY A -
JY: (cutting him off) I get the point!
(Regulator hops over the railing and moves in on his fallen opponent,
but Johnson raises his leg and drives his foot into Regulator’s groin.
The masked man drops his chair and slumps to the ground, in obvious
pain. Johnson slowly gets back up to his feet and pulls Regulator up,
Irish whipping him hard into the railing. Regulator bounces off the
metal barrier, right in front of the two commentators. Johnson
continues the onslaught by rolling back into the ring and running
towards the opposite ropes. Once he reaches the centre of the ring, he
jumps into the air, twisting his body and connecting with a huge
corkscrew plancha. Both men tumble over the railing, hitting the
commentator’s table.)
BT: AAAHHH!!!! SHOO, EVIL WRESTLERS!!!! BE GONE FROM MY TABLE!!!!!
JY: My, oh my! This is getting a little too close to the action for my
tastes. Both men are only a couple feet from myself and Billy-san, and
they’re still going at it!
BT: WHY, GOD, WHY?!?!
(Both men worse for wear, Johnson and Regulator continue to throw
shots at each other. Johnson throws a wild punch, but Regulator ducks
it, and lifts him up from behind in a back body suplex. Johnson
wiggles out of the move and lands on his feet, answering back with a
kick to the jaw.
He grabs Regulator by the mask and clears the announcer’s table,
placing his opponent on top. The fans nearby begin to cheer, knowing
something big’s coming.)
BT: AAAAHHHH!!!!! NNNOOOOO!!!! DON’T DO IT!!!!
JY: WATCH OUT, BILLY-SAN!!!
(Johnson stands up on the table and pulls Regulator to his feet,
grabbing him in a headlock. With a grunt, he lfits the bigger man up
in the vertical position, taking a couple steps forward and dropping
down in a huge brainbuster. Both men go through the table as both
Billy and Jinsei jump back, wooden shards flying everywhere.)
BT: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
JY: THAT WAS…SOMETHING ELSE!!!!
(Not finished yet, Johnson stands and turns to the guard rail,
climbing up. Once he has his balance, the American jumps forward,
flipping backwards and hitting the shooting star press. Some applause
is heard as Johnson hooks the leg.)
JY: SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE GUARD RAIL!!!!
BT: HERE’S THE PIN!!!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JY: HE DID IT!!! IT’S OVER!!!!
RA: Ladies and gentlemen…Here is your winner…
…."CATACLYSMIC" CHRIS JOHNSON!!!!…
(Some more applause can be heard as the ref helps the injured and
bleeding Johnson to his feet. A wicked smile spreads across his lips,
knowing he has won.)
JY: Wow! What a match that was!
BT: I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!! I TOLD YOU THE TABLE WOULD BE
BROKEN!!!!
JY: You sure did, Billy-san. Luckily we always have a couple of spares
backstage in case this sort of thing happens. Because as you and I
know well Billy-san - anything can happen in G-Pro.
BT: I COULD HAVE BEEN HURT! ARGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
[Johnson has left up the aisleway, and some attendants remove The
Regulator, while others clear up the announcers' table. Four men come
walking out of the entranceway with a new table, and behind them comes
walking a lone figure. The crowd suddenly erupts into a deafening heel
pop as they realise who it is. It is Jensei Tenru, dressed in street
clothes. He is holding a house mic and has a very arrogant look on his
face]
JT: Ahh...it is just as I have proclaimed! Two of the great American
stars have come to my land to challenge me. Bobby Taylor and Simon
Ezra, battered, bruised, deep fried and still my number one fans!
[Some of the crowd begins to chant "TENRU! TENRU! TENRU!"]
You hear that boys? That is fame come knocking on your door. You two
may be big stars but I am the whole universe. You want some type of
jisatsu tag team match? You are even arrogant enough to "let" me
choose a partner?
First, I need no partner. I am _THE_ greatest talent that you will
ever have the honor of working with in your hushpuppy lives. I really
doubt that there is anyone worth asking in the G Pro lockeroom.
[Tenru pauses for a moment and has a slick look on his face]
Hold on ... just one second ... I think there is someone I can ask...
[Tenru pauses as one of the stage hands walks out from the back,
carrying a huge mirror. He comes to Tenru's side and Tenru moves to
the mirror.]
JT: [talking to mirror] Ahh! Someone who is worthy! Who else is better
to my own reflection than me, Jensei Tenru! HAHA!
[The fans boo, hiss and some even laugh. The hand walks off to the
back and Tenru faces the ring again]
Don't be silly. That would be no contest! I will tell you who my
partner will be...
..."JIGOKU" TIGER EXTREME of SJPW!
I think that should be fair. Maybe not though. Me by myself is not
fair, but oh well! Face guys...
...I AM _IT!_
[Tenru laughs like a madman as the fans boo him steadily. He walks
backstage]
JY: Jensei Tenru has answered the challenge of Ezra and Taylor! And
his partner is......Tiger Extreme??
BT: Who?
JY: I understand he wrestles in *ahem* that other puroresu league.
BT: Oh, you mean SJ...
JY: Yes! I mean that league. So the match has been set - Bobby Taylor
and Simon Ezra will meet Jensei Tenru and Tiger Extreme in a Jisatsu
tagteam match!
BT: Yay! With both Taylor and Ezra in the ring, there's GOT to be
plenty of blood and mayhem! And blood and mayhem equals a happy
Billy-san!
JY: [sighs] Yes, it does. Commercial break time.....Battlefield will
continues in a few moments.....
[cut to commercials]
Fletch
[We're back at Battlefield in Manilla, and after a pan of the excited
crowd, the camera returns to Jinsei Yakamotu at ringside. But Billy
Thomas is no longer with him, replaced instead by the distinguished
looking Carlos Valderez.]
JY: Welcome back fans, and welcome Carlos Valderez! [turns and smiles
at the Latino announcer.]
CV: Thank you Jinsei! It's great to be here in the Phillipines, where
the local fans are going to get a taste of the Ultimate Shooto
division next.
JY: The division that has plenty of people talking. Before the show
went to air tonight the fans got to see three other matches from this
division. Carlos?
CV: Cie Jinsei. Let's take a look at the results of those matches.....
[The screen changes to a graphic of two men fighting, with words
emblazoned over them. The words read as follows...]
Junya Sato (Japan, Taekwon Do/kickboxing)
*vs*
Hokano Tori (Japan, shootfighting)
[As the graphic stays on screen, a picture of each man pops up below
his respective name. Off-screen we hear Carlos talking.]
CV[VO]: In the opening match of the night, the two Japanese fighters
faced off - Sato making his debut, and Tori coming off his loss to
Wayne Grayson two weeks ago. The bout started with a bit of upright
grappling, with Tori taking a couple of Muay Thai knee-strikes, but
then managing to cover up and get Sato to the mat. From there Tori
swung around to the side in the sidemount, and tried to get in
position for a submission hold. But Sato showed great defence in
keeping Tori at bay. With about six minutes of the match gone, and
neither man really getting any advantage, the referee ordered the
match to return to an upright position. From there Sato went on the
offensive, and caught Tori with a throw to the mat, before pummelling
him with palm-strikes to the face. Tori was unable to cover up, and
took too much punishment. The referee was forced to stop the match at
the time of seven minutes and 37 seconds.
[The graphic stays on screen, but the words change to the
following....]
Alexander Tolitnov (Russia, Sambo/karate)
*vs*
"Brute Force" Derrick Malkovich (USA, pro wrestling)
[A picture of each man pops up under his name, and Carlos continues.]
CV[VO]: Next up we saw the impressive Russian Tolitnov, straight off a
victory over Lomu last week, taking on the pacesetter in this
division, Derrick Malkovich. Malkovich, unbeaten in two fights, is
being talked about as the man to beat, but Tolitnov also had a
formidable reputation coming into this match. So, the fans were
expecting a real classic, but those wanting a several-minute
back-and-forth bout didn't get it. From the opening, Malkovich
discarded his usual cautious approach and rushed in on Tolitnov. After
a bit of upright grappling he managed to move in behind and pushed the
big Russian to the mat, getting into a rear mount. Tolitnov looked
like his gameplan was suddenly thrown out the window, and he didn't
have much defence when Malkovich swung around and applied a triangle
choke hold, getting the easy tap out. Certainly a very impressive
victory, and the man they call "Brute Force" is now 3 and 0 and
remaining at the head of the pack.
[Again the words change, this time to.....]
Steve Stanson (USA, amateur wrestling)
*vs*
Wayne "Thunder" Grayson (USA, Muay Thai/BJJ/pro wrestling)
[Again a picture of both men pops up under each name.]
CV[VO]: Then we saw the winless Steve Stanson face up to Wayne
Grayson, who last week became Malkovich's second victim. Both men were
desperately in need of a victory, and looked supremely confident
coming to the ring. When the bell went, Grayson was all aggression,
pushing Stanson back onto the ropes and unleashing a flurry of punches
and kicks, mixed in with Muay Thai elbows and knees. Stanson managed
to cover up, but finally a couple of knees found their mark, and down
went Stanson. Amazingly, the former amateur wrestler beat the count,
and the match resumed. Stanson understandably decided not to take any
more shots, and took Grayson to the mat with an effective overhead
throw. Match grappling then ensued, with Stanson wrapping himself
around Grayson tightly. Grayson tried all the tricks in the book to
get Stanson off, but when the time limit bell rang, they were still
all tied up. A draw was the result, the second consecutive one for
Steve Stanson.
[The screen now changes back to Jinsei and Carlos.]
CV: Some interesting results, particularly Sato winning on debut, and
Malkovich moving on to 3 and 0. He now heads the table with a perfect
record, followed by Sato, Tolitnov and Grayson with a win each. One
man who could leap up the table into second place and who is shaping
up as the serious contender to Malkovich is fighting in our next
match. I'm talking about the Tongan giant Lomu, who suffered a minor
setback last week when he fell to the Russian Tolitnov, but who has
been impressive thus far. A win tonight over Canadian kickboxer Joel
Soucy will keep him in touch with Malkovich on the division table.
JY: But Soucy is no easybeat.
CV: No, you're quite right. Soucy has yet to register a win, but has
been unlucky in his matches so far. This could be his big chance to
shine. Well, I think it's time for the match to get underway.
JY: Right! Let's cross to the ring!
. ___ __________________________________________________________
/ __| _ \_ _ ___ /
| (_ | _/ '_/ _ \ LOMU vs JOEL SOUCY
\___|_| |_| \___/___________________________________________/
Ultimate Shooto division
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is from the Ultimate
Shooto division, and has a time limit of 15 minutes. Introducing
first....
[Pumping synthesizer music starts playing, and a group of men emerge
from the entrance. The ones on the outside are dressed in street
clothes, one waving a Canadian flag. In the middle is a smaller man,
dressed in a red and white hooded robe.]
RA: ......representing the Ontario Fighting Alliance......"BAD SEED"
JOEL SOUCY!!! [applause]
[Soucy takes off his robe, revealing that he has brown hair just past
his ears in length, a pretty good build and looks a little bigger than
215 Lbs. He wears black pants and on his black kneepads and elbowpads
is emblazoned the O.F.A. symbol. Soucy climbs into the ring and starts
jumping up and down on the spot slightly, as his entourage leaves
ringside.]
RA: And his opponent.....
[The music starts up again, and out of the entranceway come several
men dressed in Tongan traditional outfits. They surround a large
Polynesian man who has his head shaved, and wears a lava-lava to the
ring. As he gets to the ring, he takes off the lava-lava and gives it
to his second, revealing Muay-Thai fighting trunks, his name etched
across the front. He climbs into the ring.]
RA: ......representing the South Pacific Warrior Training
dojo.......LOMU!!!! [applause]
CV: Both men now in the ring, and this should be quite a match!
JY: Hai.
[Referee Tatsuhiro Ojami steps in to the middle of the ring, and gives
both men a few last minute instructions, before dropping his hand
yelling "FIGHT-O"!]
JY: Here we go!
[Soucy immediately gets into a kickboxer stance, putting his left foot
forward and bouncing on the spot. Lomu brings his arms up into
defensive position, but then steps to his right, to the side of
Soucy's forward left leg. This forces Soucy to turn to get back into
good position. Again Lomu wheels to his right, keeping Soucy moving
around.]
CV: Good thinking by the big Tongan! He's moving away from Joel
Soucy's leading leg and arm, which keeps him out of the way of any big
strikes!
JY: I see what you mean.
[Soucy loses patience, and lashes out with a high-arching right-foot
kick, which Lomu blocks with a triangle arm-block. With Soucy still
off-balance from the kick, Lomu drops his shoulder and drives into the
kickboxer's left side, driving him into the mat hard. This brings a
loud cheer from the fans.]
CV: Oh boy! Lomu with a hard takedown, and now he's on top!
[Lomu rolls up into the mount, as Soucy tightly wraps his legs around
Lomu's body. Lomu pushes further up Soucy's body, and pushes his chest
away from the Canadian's upper body. With his arms free, Lomu brings a
right-hand strike down into the side of Soucy's face, jarring him
smartly. Instead of pulling himself up into a guard, Soucy's striking
reflex is brought into play. He brings his left hand up, catching
Lomu's chin with the butt of his palm. He follows up with a flurry of
blows to Lomu's face, chest and neck, which Lomu for the main part
manages to cover up.]
CV: Soucy now lashing out from underneath! But he could be leaving his
arms.....OH!
[As if hearing Carlos, Lomu spots his opening and grabs Soucy's left
arm. He gets a good hold of it, and immediately rolls forward off of
Soucy. As he does so, he twists the arm into a Jugi-gatame.....]
CV: It's all over! Soucy taps out!
JY: There's no way of holding out once that hold is applied correctly.
CV: Cie. What a showing by Lomu. Once again we've seen a mat-wrestler
overcome a striker, as has mainly been the case in this division so
far. Lomu countered the striking very well, and got the submission
victory.
[Lomu rolls off and has his arm raised, but then rolls from the ring
and leaves. Several attendants see to Soucy, including one who is
busily spraying cold spray on the Canadian's shoulder and upper arm.]
RA: Your winner......in two minutes and 13 seconds.....by way of
submission........LOMU!!!! [applause]
CV: Lomu's record moves to two wins and one loss, and he looks towards
a future meeting with Derrick Malkovich as possibly the bout which
could decide this division.
JY: I must say I am really enjoying being ringside for these Ultimate
Shooto matches, and I have heard that many of the fans are also
enjoying it very much. Thanks for joining us tonight Carlos.
CV: My pleasure as always Jinsei.
[Carlos gets up and leaves the announcers' table, as Billy Thomas
plonks back down.]
BT: Bye bye Carlot!
JY: Billy-san, cut that out!
[Suddenly, the PA begins to blast "Epic" by Faith No More. Nik Nyce
comes out to a shocking mixed crowd pop and boos. Nik has a big smile
on his face as he sees some fans cheering for him. Nik is wearing his
black wrestling tights, black wrestling boots BUT he has on an old
SJPW ball cap, and an old SJPW T-shirt of Nik Nyce which says "Vodka
and Creatine: The Breakfast Of The SJPW All Asian Champ, "The
Perfectionist" Nik Nyce.]
JY: It's Nik Nyce, who will be facing TORA Wanizame later on in the
show!
[Nik Nyce gets into the ring and grabs the mic]
Nik Nyce: Well... it looks like Nik Nyce finally made it over for his
G-Pro match. It was really hard to find this place in Manilla. It
seems everywhere here there is a Mcdonalds on every corner or a
sweatshop making some over priced gym shoes.
[Crowd boos at Nik's dissing of everyone's job]
Nik Nyce: As you can see I'm wearing a reminder of THE FIRST dominant
fed in the Pacific. That's right and it's name was SJPW. I was the
SOLE reason it WAS the dominant force it was. I mean damn, I had to
carry wrestlers like Demon Boy Ishrinku, Akira Hashimoto, Alex Akira,
Blackline, and a ton of others in SJPW. Now it looks like Tori
Wanizame is doing the same thing in G-Pro BUT not the same level as
Nik Nyce.
[Crowd boos for Nik dissing TORA even though TORA is a heel]
Nik Nyce: Now I see Tori is quite the LITTLE champion. First he's a
trios champion with his own little stable called um.... damn I can't
even remember. Everyone knows though that Nik Nyce is the stable
killer. Just ask High Stupidity. It also seems that Tori is also the
middleweight champ. So
basically all this means is that either Tori can win matches with two
other losers help or that he can win matches when wrestlers are the
same size as him.
Nik Nyce: Here I thought I was going up against the NEXT BIG THING in
Japan but damn this is really starting to look disappointing. SJPW
actually had ten times the more talent now that I look at it. Some of
the low ranked losers in SJPW could of taken Tori but Nik Nyce the
most dominant wrestler in the pacific will waste his time by defeating
Tori in front of all the Sweatshop bums and in front of Tori's little
stable buddies.
Nik Nyce: Tori your just stretching WAY beyond any talent that you may
think you have. You see your going up against Nik Nyce and THEN your
going to be in a three man tag match. Well after you cease from
advancing in the Pacific title tournament, you are lucky you have two
losers to save your ass and give you a VERY long breather just incase
there is anything left of you from the match against Nik Nyce.
There's just no way your prepared to handle Nik Nyce. I will be the
FIRST Pacific Champion just like I was the FIRST dominant wrestler in
Japan and all over the Pacific.
[the crowds boos are building up soooo much that it's almost starting
to muffle what Nik is saying]
Nik Nyce: Now everyone in the crowd stop booing me and start chanting
SJPW, SJPW, SJPW, SJPW!!
[Nik looks around to see the crowd throw stuff at him like in America
but the G-Pro crowd does have some respect for G-Pros ring but instead
of chanting "SJPW" they chant "NIK NYCE SUCKS". Nik then just drops
the mic and laughs in a wild manner as he sees that he's got the crowd
all worked up.]
JY: What disrespect! What nerve! I hope that man is never allowed in
G-Pro ever again! In fact, he shouldn't be allowed to wrestle his
match tonight! He should lose by default!
BT: Settle down Jin. I know you don't like people mentioning SJ....
JY: Be quiet! Let's take a commercial break!
[cut to commercials]