Redemption Parts 7-10
Ryan
its way down to the ring.]
GJ: There you see it, the steel cage being lowered for the battle of
the Nature Boys. Randy Love, Larry Spikowski, in true Nature Boy
fashion, will be in this cage, no way in, no way out, for 30 minutes.
It's set in stone, written by law, and signed by all. Larry Spikowski,
Randy Love, Steel Cage showdown.....
[ The themetune to Superman: The Movie kicks in...]
SSC: Introducing, from Hollywood, California...accompanied by
Lana Love, he stands 6'1, weighs 234lbs...he is the third generation
sensation, the man who can, the talent spectrum for the new
millennium, he
is
[ CROWD POP LARGE! ]
'THE NATURE BOY' RANDY LOVE
[The crowd are clearly super-excited as Randy Love appears from behind
the
curtains, arms out wide, his sequined red robe stretched out like some
great
plumage. He smiles at the crowd and lets out a 'Wooooooo'. The crowd
woooooo back. Randy walks down to the ring with Lana, hand in hand,
smiling
at the crowd. He walks up the steps into the ring with Lana,
showboats to
the crowd, lets out another 'Wooooooooo' getting another 'wooooooo'
back,
then removes his robe, gives it Lana and starts warming up for his
match...]
GJ: Randy Love set for the imposing 30 minute steel cage showdown with
Larry Spikowski. This all started a month ago, when Randy Love
fighting for the Extreme Title..
CJ: Sex title...
GJ: Whatever. Fighting Despair in a Parking Lot brawl match Larry
Spikowski attacked Randy Love and allowed Despair to win the Extreme
Title. It escalated from there and tonight, in this steel cage
showdown...
[Onward Christian Soldier plays]
CJ: WHOOOOOO
GJ: Against that man Larry Spikowski.
[Spikowski walks down the aisle, eyeing the structure that is starting
to descend towards both Love and Spikowski.]
GJ: That menacing steel cage already imposing its will on both
competitors.
[Spikowski rolls into the ring.]
SSC: FROM LOUISVILLE KENTUCKY, HE IS ONE OF THE ORIGINAL NATURE BOYS,
THIS IS...LARRY SPIKOWSKI!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOO
[Spikowski stretches using the ropes as the cage falls into place. The
door is bolted locked, and the key is put away]
GJ: No way out...
CJ: No way In.
GJ: The fans are on their feet, as excited for this match as any in
recent history here in the EWWF. The clock has started and we are
underway. Love and Spikowski, steel cage showdown.
CJ: WHOOO
[Love and Spikowski circle each other. Love cups his hands..]
Love: WHOOOOO
Crowd: WHOOOOO
[Spikowski cups his hands...]
Spikowski: WHOOOOOO
Crowd: BOOOOOOO
[Love claps his hands and smiles as Spikowski looks a little
perturbed. Love and Spikowski with a tie up, no one gainin an
advantage and both men break the hold. Another tie up yields the same
result. A third tie up yields into no one bending.]
GJ: Three tie ups, Three breaks, not an inch of ground gained in this
war of attrition.
CJ: This match isn't going to be who can out wrestle the other as much
as who can outlast the other.
[A fourth tie up and Spikowski goes to a headllock. Love trying to
counter, but Spikowski squeezes tight. Love shoots Spikowski off the
ropes, Spikowski back with a shoulderblock and Spikowski goes down.
Love with a jump over, off the ropes, Spikowski with a drop down, Love
off the ropes, hiptoss by Spikowski. Love to his feet, blocks a
hiptoss by spikowski, gives one of his own. Spikowski to his feet, arm
drag. Spikowski up, Love charges, Spikowski ducks under the ropes.]
CJ: Spikowski got a little razzled there. Love is stronger, younger,
spikowski is a true nature boy, wiser, smarter, in shape for these
matches.
[Spikowski calls for a game of mercy, Love complies, a test of
strength, turns into an eye poke by Spikowski. Spikowski with a right
hand. Make it two. Spikowski with a chop.Love with a chop. Spikowski
answers with his own chop. Now Love.]
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
[Love starting to get the better of Spikowski, Spikowski with another
eye rake. Love stumbles back, Spikowski with a clothesline to the back
of Love's head. Love goes down. Spikowski with some stomps to the back
of Love. Love on all fours, Spikowski with a kick to the midsection.
Make it two. Now three. Spikowski brings Love to his feet, tie up in
the ropes.]
*Chop.Chop.Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop.*
GJ: Larry Spikowski just chopping the hell out of Randy Love here.
[Spikowski with an irish whip, Love off the ropes, kick to the
midsection, hangman's neckbreaker by Spikowski.]
GJ: First pinfall attempt is by Larry Spikowski and he gets a two
count there.
[Spikowski brings Love to his feet. Another chop. Make it two.
Spikowski with an irish whip, Love stumbles out, Spikowski charges..]
GJ: DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE. Spikowski went face
first into that bottom turnbuckle.
[Love to his feet, brings Spikowski up to his feet.]
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
*Chop*
Whoo
[Love mounts Spikowski and starts hammering Spikowski with right
hands..]
Crowd: 1....2....3....4....5....6...7....8....9....WHOOOOOO...10
YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY
[Love steps down and Spikowski stumbles out and falls face first to
the mat. Love brings Spikowski up to his feet, right to the jaw, irish
whip, reversed by Spikowski, Love off the ropes, Spikowski with a
flapjack sending Love into the cage. Love falls forward, rollup by
Spikowski...]
GJ: 1.......2....no, kickout by Love.
[Larry brings Love to his feet, kick to the midsection, double
axehandle to the back drives Love to one knee. Larry brings Love back
up, irish whip into the corner, Larry charges, lariat by Spikowski
traps Love in the corner. Spikowski sets Love on the top turnbuckle. A
series of chops has Love reeling. Spikowski to the second turnbuckle.
Love with a right hands knocks Spikowski down, Love leaps off, bulldog
from the top rope takes down Spikowski.]
GJ: Randy Love with a bulldog from the top rope to Larry Spikowski,
cover, 1...2....no, Spikowski got the shoulder up.
[Love brings Spikowski to his feet, "Lariat of Love" takes Spikowski
back down. Love with another cover.]
GJ: 1.....2...no, kickout by Larry Spikowski.
CJ: A true Nature Boy knows that a clothesline doesn't take out
another Nature Boy.
[Love to his feet, inverted russian legsweep takes down Spikowski.
Cover]
CJ: 1.....2....no, Larry Spikowski has guts, fortitude, resilience.
GJ: Mark.
[Love looks down at Spikowski.]
CJ: That's a look of damn, whats I gots to do to beats this bastard.
That's what that look was.
GJ: Really?
CJ: Yep.
[Love pulls Spikowski up by the hair, irish whip, kick to the
midsection, swinging neckbreaker by Love. Love with another cover..]
GJ: 1.....2....no, kickout by Love.
[Love brings Spikowski up, brainbuster. Love to his feet....]
CROWD: YAAAAAAAAAAYYY
GJ: Could we see it?!?!?!?!?
CJ: No, not this...
[Love waives his arms around.....]
GJ: THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MOVE IN THE WORLD TODAY....
[Love leaps over Spikowski, off the ropes, back over Spikowski, off
the ropes, Love comes over.....]
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
CJ: FAIR-WEATHER JOHNSON! FAIR-WEATHER JOHNSON!!!
[Spikowski with a shot to the groin of Love. Love stumbles back, falls
against the ropes. Spikowski to his feet, connects with a running knee
to the side of Love's head. Spikowski back off the ropes, leaps and
traps Love's throat against the ropes. Spikowski with a cover...]
CJ: 1......2.......no, kickout by Randy Love.
[Spikowski brings Love to his feet, snap suplex by Spikowski.
Spikowski measures Love and drops a knee across the forehead of Love.
Spikowski measures Love and drops a second knee. Spikowski brings Love
up, goes over to the cage. Attempt to ram Love into the cage, blocked.
Another attempt is block. Love with an elbow to the midsection. Love
rams Spikowski's head into the cage.]
Crowd: YAAAAAYYYYYYY
[Love grabs Spikowski and rams him into the cage again.]
Crowd: 1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....6.....7.....8.....9....10....YAAAAYYYY
[Love grabs Spikowski and brings to the next side of the cage...]
CROWD:
1......2......3......4.....5.....6....7....8.....9...10....YAAAAYYYY
[Love to the next side, opposite the first side.]
Crowd: 1....2.....3.....4....5....6.....7.....8.....9...10...
GJ: Spikowski is busted open!
[Love to the final side.]
Crowd: 1.....2......3......4.....5.......6......7.......8.......9......10..
[Love lets go and Spikowski stumbles around to an atomic drop and a
clothesline.....]
GJ: THAT MIGHT BE ENOUGH, 1........
2..........
NO, SHOULDER UP! Damn, that was close.
[Love brings Spikowski up, and whips him towards the corner. Spikowski
stumbles out, Love whips him to the opposite corner. Spikowski
stumbles out, Love with a belly to belly twisting suplex and a
cover...]
GJ: 1...........
2
no, shoulder up by Larry Spikowski AGAIN.
[Love brings Spikowski up, inverted facelock to knee DDT. Love with
another cover...]
GJ: Another cover by Love, 1..........
2
no, SPIKOWSKI AGAIN FINDS A WAY!
[Love sits there in disgust and covers again...]
GJ: 1.........2.........NO, Spikowski with YET ANOTHER escape.
[Love to his feet, Spikowski sort of crawling around. Love with a knee
to the midsection and Spikowski goes down. Spikowski back up, Love
with another knee to the midsection. Love brings Spikowski up to his
feet.]
*Chop*
Crowd: [a bit less enthused] Whoo
[Love looks around perplexed.]
*Chop*
Crowd: Whoo.
Love: WHOOOOOOOO
Crowd: WHoooooo
[Spikowski pulls Love into the corner. Spikowski with a chop.]
*Chop*
Crowd: Whoooo
[Spikowski looks around.]
*Chop*
Crowd: Whoooo
GJ: Is the crowd starting to WHOOOO for Larry Spikowski???
CJ: The man has taken a shitload of abuse from the wanna-be and
managed to kickout, get that shoulder up, escape the pinfall. It takes
heart to do that, and no matter who you are, you gotta love a man with
heart.
GJ: Wow, that was really god.
CJ: Shut up, I hate you.
GJ: And when you think you finally crack Casey's shell..
CJ: Casey's shell cracks you....square in the face.
[Spikowski brings Love to the middle of the ring, irish whip, reversed
by love, Spikowski off the ropes, huge backdrop by Love. Love off the
ropes, drops an knee across the head, cover...]
GJ: 1.....2......no, kickout again by Larry Spikowski. Nearly 10
minutes have gone by and still no pinfalls recorded.
[Love brings Spikowski up to his feet, butterfly suplex by Love. Love
to the second turnbuckle, drops an elbow across the chest of
Spikowski, cover...]
GJ: 1.......2...... no, kickout by Spikowski.
[Love brings Spikowski up to his feet, irish whip into the corner,
Love follows, Spikowski gets his foot up. Love stumbles out, turns,
Spikowski with a clothesline taking down Love. Spikowski pulls Love up
to his feet, rams him into the cage. Love falls backward, Spikowski
rams him into the other side of the cage. Love stumbling backwards.
Spikowski grabs Love by the hair and rakes his face across the steel
cage mesh. Love slumps across the top rope. Spikowski with a
rollup...]
GJ: Roll up, 1........
2
no, kickout by Randy Love.
CJ: Randy Love has a cut on his forehead though from Larry Spikowski
raking his grill across the mesh.
GJ: Indeed he does. Randy Love now bleeding slightly from the cage
mesh.
CJ: Larry Spikowski has blood almost covering his face now and has for
quite some time. Think about Geoff. He's bleeding, he's been handed
almost everything in the arsenal of Randy Love, and yet, he's
perservered.
[Spikowski brings Love to his feet, knee lift to the midsection and an
elbow to the back of the head. Spikowski pulls Love up and to his
feet, irish whip by Spikowski into the corner, Spikowski
charges........]
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
GJ: RANDY LOVE JUST BACKDROPED LARRY SPIKOWSKI INTO THE STEEL CAGE!!
SPIKOWSKI LANDED ALL SORTS OF WRONG ON HIS HEAD AND NECK AREA!
CJ: That was a dirty tactic used by Randy Love. Paralyze Larry
Spikowski. That's something someone like Adam Mitchell would use.
GJ: Are you dissing Adam Mitchell?
CJ: No, I'm simply stating a fact. Adam Mitchel would cripple your ass
if you got in his path. It's a compliment to people like Adam
Mitchell, but it's a slap in the face to Do-gooders like that rat punk
ass biznitch Randy Love.
[Love drops down...]
GJ: COVER?!?!?!?!?! 1...............
2..............
3??????!!!!!????
CROWD: [half of it anyway] YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY
SPIKOWSKI GOT THE SHOULDER UP! NO THREE COUNT SAYS THE REFEREE!!!!
CJ: I'm in disbelief, but at least we know he can move his arms.
[Love looks down in disbelief and brings Spikowski to his feet.
Spikowski drops to one knee. Love attempts to bring Spikowski up to
his feet, Spikowski with an inside cradle...]
GJ: 1
2
NOOO, LOVE GOT THE SHOULDER UP JUST BEFORE THE THREE! THAT WAS CLOSE..
CJ: Smart move by the Nature boy. Play possum and cradle up Randy
Love.
[Love to his feet, puts down Spikowski with a clothesline. Love to his
feet, his cut a little wider, blood trickling out a little more.]
GJ: Both of the Nature Boys' blonde hair has the mark of crimson in
it.
CJ: Unfortunately however, Larry Spikowski is the worse for wear.
Blood has just poured from Spikowski's head. He's, in the words of the
immortal Gordon Solie, wearing the mask of crimson.
GJ: That he is.
[Love brings Spikowski to his feet, spinebuster. Love bounces up and
kicks out Spikowski's arms...]
[Half of the crowd] YAAAAAAYYYYYY
[Half of the crowd] BOOOOOOOO
[Love waives his arms around, off the ropes, hops over Spikowski off
the ropes again......]
[The Pro-Love crowd....] YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY
GJ: THEEEEE MOST ELECTRIFYING MOVE IN THE WORLD TODAY......
[Love stops shorts....]
GJ: STOMP HEARD ROUND THE WORLD!!
Crowd: [Pro-Love with a mega face pop.]
GJ: 1.............
2.................
NOOOOOOOOO, WHAT THE HELL!!!! SPIKOWSKI STILL WON'T STAY DOWN!!!!
[Love sits up in disbelief. Love slams his hands, another cover...]
GJ: 1...............
2
NOOOOOOOO, SPIKOWSKI WITH GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!
[Love, slightly irritated...]
Crowd: YAAAAAAAYYYYYY
[Lana Love starts to walk down to ringside, clapping her hands...]
GJ: We've reached the halfway point and Randy Love has gotten visibly
upset at the inability to put away Larry Spikowski. Therefore, here
comes his stunning beautiful Lana Love to perhaps calm him and get him
back in a good frame of mind.
CJ: What the hell are you, his therapist?
[Love brings Spikowski up to his feet, pumphandle position...]
GJ: THE LOVEHANDLE SLAM!
CJ: That what?
GJ: Lovehandler slam. It's the inverted pump handle slam Randy Love
just executed. Another cover, this should lead to a pinfall...
1
2
NOOOOO, Spikowski, to the surprise of many has yet to fold here.
CJ: It hasnt' surprised me.
GJ: According to you, nothing surprises you.
[Love rolls Spikowski over.....]
GJ: LOVELOCK! LOVELOCK! LOVELOCK!!! RANDY LOVE HAS LOCKED ON THE
LOVELOCK!!!
CJ: That looks painful.
GJ: It is painful. And with that scary looking move Larry Spikowski
took earlier..
CJ: You mean the Nasty, two dollar whore nasty ass backdrop Randy Love
performed?
GJ: Yes, that one. That has to make help make the lovelock more
effective.
CJ: That does look quite painful.
GJ: Look at the torque on that chinlock. It's absolutely impressive.
CJ: Look at that other, more delightful sight.
GJ: Which would be?
CJ: Well, actually two things .1. Randy Love is dripping blood on the
canvas. And two, Larry Spikowski not quitting.
He's not tapping, he's not quitting, he's not giving in to the
Lovelock.
GJ: Wow, you are right. That can't feel good for Randy Love either.
It's almost a case of who is going to give first, Love, who is
performing the painful move, but also must exert a lot of energy, or
Larry Spikowski, who is taking the move and is exerting a ton of
energy already and lost a lot of blood....
CJ: I'm going with Randy Love, cuz the body isn't made to hold that
position for very long.
[Love breaks the hold and holds his own back as he gets to his feet
and stomps on the neck of Larry Spikowski. He brings Spikowski to his
feet, waistlock...]
GJ: Could we see the Loveplex?
[Reversed by Spikowski.....]
CJ: LOUISVILLE STRANGLER!!!
[Love with an elbow smash to the jaw of Spikowski, reverse
waistlock...]
Crowd: [Face pop mixed in with some more boo'ing...]
GJ: LOVEPLEX! LOVE PLEX! RANDY LOVE HIT HIS TRADEMARK! 1.............
2
NOOOOOOOOO, SPIKOWSKI GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! HOW! WHY! WHAT!
CJ: YES! Now let me answer those questinos. How, by raising his foot
you dimwitted applejohn. Why, so that he wouldn't be down 1 to 0.
What? I don't even bother explaining you fascist mark.
[Love looks absolutely distressed. He walks over and starts to talking
to Lana.]
GJ: Randy Love can't believe it. He's over there talking to Lana Love,
trying to rationale exactly how in the blue hell Larry Spikowski has
kicked out of countless offensive attacks, including the Lovehandler
slam, including that wicked backdrop that wasn't, I believe,
purposeful, and now the Loveplex. Randy Love is at a loss for how to
explain what has occured.
CJ: The power of the Nature Boys my friend.
[Love walks over, Spikowski with another inside cradle...]
GJ: INSIDE CRADLE BY LARRY SPIKOWSKI, 1.....
2
NOOOOO, KICKOUT BY RANDY LOVE! THAT WAS CLOSE!
[Love to his feet, turns, Spikowski to his feet...]
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love.*
*Chop by Spikowski*
*Chop by Love*
[Love with a couple more chops, irish whip, Spikowski off the ropes,
Love drops his head too soon, Spikowski with a DDT.]
GJ: DDT BY SPIKOWSKI. CAN SPIKOWSKI CAPITALIZE ON THE DDT!
[Both men are on their backs as the ref begins his count.]
GJ: The ref starting to count both men down. The Blood loss is heavy
on both sides. The brutality is indescribable. Both men have pushed
themselves both mentally and physically inside this steel cage for 20
minutes now.
Ref: 4.......
CJ: I think Larry Spikowski has earned the respect of wrestling fans
everywhere with this match, on this night. He has redeemed himself,
his career, the Nature Boy legacy.
Ref: 6!!!!!!
GJ: I think Randy Love has also proved that he is capable of being one
of the most dangerous men on the planet and has to have proved he
belongs in the nature Boy club.
Ref: 8.....
CJ: Both men appear ready to take the count out and maintain the even
edge at 1 apiece...
[Spikowski rolls over and drapes an arm over Love...]
GJ: REF COVERS, 1........
2
NOOOO, LOVE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
[Spikowski pushes himself to his feet, Love on all fours, Spikowski
with a running boot to the side of Love's head. Spikowski with another
stomp to Love's head and pulls him towards the middle of the ring.
Spikowski grabs one leg...]
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY
CJ: SPIKOWSKI WITH THE TRIED AND TRUE NATURE BOY SUBMISSION HOLD, THE
FIGURE FOUR!!!!
[Spikowski locks on the figure four and Randy Love screams in pain...]
GJ: RANDY LOVE IS IN THE FIGURE FOUR! HE'S GOING TO TAP! THE PAIN
INFLICTED BY THAT MOVE IS INCREDIBLE!!!
CJ: I love it! Look at Randy Love grit his teeth, trying to bear the
pain, trying to think of a counter, blood squirting more and more out
of his forehead. I love it!
[Love looks at Lana.]
Lana: 'CMON RANDY! C'MON RANDY! C'MON TO ME! TURN TO ME RANDY!
[Randy Love tries to reverse the move, but Spikowski with a right to
the forehead knocks Love back down...]
GJ: Randy Love has to make that reversal or make the ropes, wait, ref
drops down, 1........
2
Lana: RANDY!
NOOOOOOOO, Love got his shoulder up. Love, thinking only of the pain,
and not of the potential pinfall situatin, just barely got the
shoulder up.
CJ: Good think Adam Mitchell's skank got him to get his shoulder up.
[Love, clenching his fist, looks over at Lana clapping her hands...]
GJ: HE GOT IT! LOVE REVERSED THE FIGURE FOUR! IT'S NOW SPIKOWSKI WHO
IS SCREAMING IN AGONY!
CJ: The reversed version of the figure four is as bad, if not worse,
than the figure four.
[Spikowski reversed the Figure Four back to his favor and now it's
Randy Love in the state of agony...]
CJ: Look at the intelligence of Larry Spikowski. A bloddy, beaten,
brutall wretched mess and he still is able to counter the figure four
counter back to the figure four.
GJ: That was a mouthful wasn't it...
CJ: Yes.
[Love looks back over at Lana...]
GJ: LOVE REVERSED THE FIGURE FOUR AGAIN!! SPIKOWSKI QUICKLY GRABS THE
ROPES and Randy Love quickly breaks the ropes.
CJ: Both men's legs took a lot of punishment right there.
[ Both men, Love and Spikowski fight their way up to their feet.
Using the ropes as leverage. Love charges at Spikowski, Spikowski uses
Love's momentum to ram him into the cage mesh. Love slumps down and
stumbles to the corner. Spikowski staggers to the corner and chops the
hell out of Love.]
CJ: Spikowski has seemingly gotten another wind. He's chopping the
hell out of Randy Love here, when he should be laid out in the ring,
calling for help.
[Spikowski puts Love on the top turnbuckle. Spikowski to the top
turnbuckle. Love to his feet. Spikowski rams Love's back into the
steel mesh....]
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
GJ: RANDY LOVE WITH A FRONT LAY OUT SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! OH MY
GOD! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND WE ARE UNDER FIVE MINUTES TO GO!!!!
[Love crawls over Spikowski and drapes his body...]
GJ: 1
2
NOOOOOO, SPIKOWSKI GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!
[Love rolls off of Spikowski and onto his back.]
Crowd: [applauds the effort of both men]
GJ: WE ARE SCORELESS WITH 4 AND A HALF MINUTES TO GO!!!!!
[Love brings Spikowski to his feet....]
GJ: German suplex....LOVE HELD ON!! HE'S GOING FOR TWO...
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH
GJ: HE'S GOING FOR THREE!!!
CROWD: OOOOOOHHHHHH
GJ: FOUR!!!!!!!!!
CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH
[Love with a fifth German suplex, only this releases Spikowski. Love
pauses for a moment and half covers Spikowski...]
GJ: 1..............
2
CROWD: YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY
SPIKOWSKI GOT THE DAMN SHOULDER UP!
[Love rolls back over to his belly and attempts to push himself up,
but fails. He tries again, and fails again. He turns his head and
looks at Lana, who is pleading with her husband to get up.]
Lana: PLEASE RANDY, GET UP! PLEASE!!!
[Spikowski, miracously getting to his feet...]
GJ: WE'RE UNDER TWO MINUTES!!! TWO MINUTES TO GO!!
SSC: TWO MINUTES LEFT!!!
[The crowd rises to their feet as Spikowski looks around from a
crouched position as the fans are applauding the efforts of both men.
Love has pushed him up at the behest of Lana Love....]
GJ: BOTH MEN TO THEIR FEET! UNDER 90 SECONDS TO GO!!!
[Spikowski and Love stumble forward, chop by Love. Chop by Spikowski.
Each chop is followed with a whoo from the crowd.]
GJ: Both men, have nothing left, just chopping away at each
other!!!!!!!!
[Spikowski goes for a chop, Love ducks under...]
GJ: LOUISVILLE STRANGER BY LOVE ON SPIKOWSKI!
CJ: THAT'S CHEATING! YOU DON'T STEAL ANOTHER MAN'S FINISHING MOVE!!!
SSC: ONE MINUTE LEFT!!!!!!!!
[Love cinches in the Louisville stranger. Spikowski trying to power
out if it. Love drops down....]
SSC: 45 SECONDS TO GO!!!
[Spikowski starts to lessen his fight. Love locks in it some more.]
SSC: 30 SECONDS TO GO!
GJ: THE CROWD IS RAISING IT'S DECIBLE LEVEL!!!!
[Love hooks it in more. Spikowski's body has gone almost lifeless.
GJ: 15 SECONDS TO GO!!!
[The ref raises the arm of Spikowski..]
REF: 1........
GJ: 10 SECONDS TO GO!!!!
[A second raise equals nothing....]
REF: 2....
GJ: 8.......7.......6....
[A third raise of the hand equals nothing. The ref calls for the bell
and some of the crowd begins to boo.]
GJ: 2.............1.........IT'S OVER! RANDY LOVE WINS! RANDY LOVE
WINS! RANDY BY GOD LOVE WINS!!!!
CJ: HE WON BY CHEATING!!!
[The cage starts to raise. Randy Love lets go of the Louisville
stranger as Lana Love rolls into the ring and rushes over to her
husband ]
GJ: RANDY LOVE HAS HIS REDEMPTION! HE BEAT A MEMBER OF THE
INTERNATIONAL BROTHERHOOD OF NATURE BOYS! HE'S RETIRED LARRY
SPIKOWSKI! HE'S RETIRED SPIKOWSKI!
CJ: Larry Spikowski's career is over. His hair will be gone!
[Lana Love helps Randy Love to his feet. Randy stumbles to a corner as
the fans give Randy Love a mega pop. Medics come down to attempt to
revive Larry Spikowski. Finally, Spikowski rolls over to his stomach
and begins to cough to a mega pop of his own. ]
GJ: Listen to the ovation for both these men. They gave their blood,
their sweat, their tears for these people. And these people, the
people here at Madison Square Garden are standing on their feet.
[Randy Love walks past the medics and over to Spikowski. He reaches
out his hand...]
CJ: What is this garbage?
GJ: It's Randy Love holding out his hand! It's Randy Love being a true
sportsman. A true competitor. It's Randy Love's way of showing to
Larry Spikowski that "Larry, I respect what you put me through, and
what I put you through, and what we did tonight was just flat out
awesome"
CJ: Is that what that is all about?
GJ: YES! It's about Larry Spikowski being repeatedly placed with his
shoulders on the mat and repeatedly getting them up before 3. IT's
about Randy Love taking on perhaps the toughest competitor in the
history of wrestling and winning, overcoming the odds that said
otherwise, overcoming the critics, and perhaps even, his own
self-doubt. It's about mutual respect and admiration for the hell they
put each other through.
CJ: Perhaps.
[Spikowski takes Love's hand and Love helps Spikowski to his feet.]
CROWD:[ MEGA FACE POP]
GJ: Look at this!
[Love and Spikowski share a respectful man hug. Spikowski holds Love's
arm in the air and points to him. Love returns the favor. Both
receieve massive face pops for their actions. Love lets go and Lana
helps him out of the ring as Spikowski rolls out of the ring and is
helped to the back by medics.]
[CRASH!]
[Adam Mitchell and Ryan Sanders are seen arguing in the back.]
Sanders: THAT WAS BULLSHIT! WHY WAS I SCHEDULED AGAINST A GIRL! WHY!
Mitchell: You CAN'T BEAT A GIRL AND YOU expect me to....to...put you
in matches with people that actually have talent?!?!?!
Sanders: Damnit, it was a fluke!
Mitchell: Twice? Twice a fluke?
Sanders: [stuttering] yes
Mitchell: BULLSHIT.
[Sanders punches a dumpster repeatedly.]
Mitchell: Listen Sanders, either you actually start doing shit around
here, or you'll be looking at some serious unemployment. Now I'm
leaving, if I were you, I'd think about what I said, and what I would
do to fix this problem.
[Sanders kicked the dumpsters a bunch of times as Mitchell gets into a
limo and the limo speeds off.]
Sanders: What the fuck!
Sanders grabs a chair and begins slamming it into the dumpster in a
tantrum-like manner. In this life, resting is essential...so is this
case with Sanders. He sits down and leans his back against the
dumpster which he hath smited. His heavy breathing is silenced by the
squeaking of the dumpster lid, which slowly opens to it's full
extent...revealing the amazing...the wonderful...the dirty...being
that lies within the depths of the trashy dwelling.]
Man: Excuse me...
[Sanders shoots a look of confusion in the direction of the blatantly
homeless man that stands above him in the garbage recepticle.]
Sanders: *YES*
[The bum begins munching on what appears to be a rotten banana
peel...though we can never be sure..]
Man: Are you the landlord?
Sanders: ...
Man: Good...Mr. Landlord, I need to register a complaint. This complex
is entirely too noisy. I imagine it's just the local kids causing a
ruckus...those rapscallions...gotta love 'em. Anyway, when you have
some spare time away from attending to your other landlord
obligations, would you be willing to get the bottom of this mystery? I
mean, after all, a noisy environment is no place to live...
[He ducks back down into the dumpster. Sanders looks at the camera and
raises and eyebrow.]
[CRASH!]
["Creature of the Wheel" by White Zombie hits the speakers as Simon
peaks his head through the curtain.]
#Alone against the world Twist a reckless life - straight Into the
heart of the ripper - Trick of treat my mind to A rebel ride -
Heldorado Move like a monster#
#Creature of the wheel trigger wicked way - Tangle like a web beneath
me Ankle-deep in hell through another way crucify The sky above me#
#New God kill machine And man say Lord of the Engines - Yeah#
[Simon trods quickly along the aisle, stroking through his
dirty-blonde
hair as he reaches the ring apron, and suddenly)
CJ: Higor dives out of the crowd! Hes holding a chair!
GJ: Look out Simon!
CJ: Higor slams the chair into Simons head!
GJ: Someone disqualify him!
CJ: How? The match hasn't even started!
GJ: So what?
CJ: Nevemind, Higor rolls Simon into the ring, drops the chair, and
rolls in himself.
DING DING DING!
CJ: And finally the match starts!
GJ: Someone stop this!
CJ: Higor covers!
1.
2..
Th-
NO! SIMON KICKS OUT!
GJ: Good job Simon, keep it up!
CJ: Higor now lifts Simon to his feet and nails an Implant DDT!
GJ: Come on Simon!
CJ: Higor gets Simon in a headlock, he's fighting to escape, the ref
asks him if he gives in, he keeps shaking his head.
GJ: GO! DO IT!
CJ: Simon rakes into Higors eyes! The ref scolds him for his actions,
but it did break the hold! Now Higors rearing back due to that rake,
and Simon leaps on top of him and chokes away! The ref is warning him
to stop!
Ref: 1...2.3.4..
CJ: Simon breaks the hold after getting a hard right to the face from
Higor! Higor swiftly kicks him in the gut and sets up for the
DrunkBomb!
GJ: What the hell?
(The 2 announcers start laughing as everyone in the ring looks at a
small monkey running laps around the ring. The confused Higor lets go,
and Simon looks around, and finds why.)
CJ: I think a fan lost his monkey!
GJ: And he's running laps!
CJ: I sure don't know what to think of this.
GJ: Someone's gotta get that monkey!
CJ: Hey, the mystery man for the upcoming 6 man tag match is running
down!
GJ: Thank god! Why does he wear a brown paper bag over his head?
CJ: He wouldn't be secret.
GJ: Oh yeah.
CJ: The mystery man leaps to grab the monkey, but it slips past him
and
keeps running around the ring.
GJ: And the ref, Higor, and Simon don't know what to make of this, but
they're just watching
CJ: The mystery man runs over to our table.
GJ: Hurry Man! Get something!
Man: Sorry bout this man.
GJ: HEY! MY BANANA!
CJ: Oh shut up, he took the microphone.
GJ: Yeah.
(The Mystery Man talks into the microphone.)
Man: Here monkey monkey, I got something for you.
CJ: The monkeys buying it!
GJ: Great thinking, but why MY banana?
CJ: Let it go man, its for the better. The mystery man snatches the
monkey and runs off! Hey! Give the mic back!
Man: Oh yeah, my bad.
CJ: And he runs back to us and drops off the mic and takes off again.
(Simon snaps out of the strange trance and looks at Higor.)
GJ: Yes! Get him!
CJ: Huh? oh right the match! Simon nails Higor with a groin shot as
the
ref is turned away! Sweeping heel kick to the back of the knee sends
Higor down on his back!
GJ: Alright! Good job Simon!
CJ: Simon hits a hammerlock on Higor while hes on the ground!
GJ: That looks REALLY painful!
CJ: You bet! Wait! Higor reaches back and pulls Simon off of him.
GJ: Aww, thats illegal!
CJ:rightHigor nails Simon with an elbow to the gut section and starts
to lift him to his feet, punching along the wayREVERSE BRAINBUSTER!
GJ: HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!
(CROWD POP!)
CJ: Apparently the crowd likes Higor better than Simon.
GJ: I can't see why, Simon seems like a good guy.
CJ: Are you dumb?!
GJ: Huh-
CJ: Nevermind, again Higor hooks on the headlock. It looks like hes
not letting go
GJ: Come on Simon!
CJ: The ref lifts Simons arm once.it falls Simon quickly starts
choking Higor!
GJ: Good job!
CJ: And that forces the ref to break the hold!
GJ: Go Simon! Attack!
CJ: Simon takes Higor down with a scissor sweep, and starts working on
the leg by stomping on it repeatedly!
GJ: Yes! Go go go!
CJ: And he keeps going at it!
GJ: Yes!
CJ: And Simons going for a kneebar!
GJ: Hit it Simon! Hit it!
CJ: Oh no! Higor reverses it into a elbow to the face!
(As Simon reels back a bit, Higor leaps to his feet and nails a
spinning hurricanranna and lifts him to his feet and)
CJ: TIGER SUPLEX!
GJ: I think this might be all! Higor covers!
1
2..
thr-
NO! SIMON KICKS OUT!
GJ: Yes! Good job Simon!
CJ: And I dont think Higor agrees with the count, he says its slow.
GJ: If anything it was too fast!
CJ: And Simon gets to his feet, spins Higor around and Inside Cradle!
GJ: YES! PIN HIM!
CJ: 1
2
thr-
NO! HIGOR ROSA KICKS OUT!
GJ: What a slow count!
CJ: It was the same count as he gave Higor!
GJ: Whatever you want to believe, whatever you want to believe.
CJ: And now Simon and Higor are on their feet and exchanging blows!
GJ: Kick him in the balls!
CJ: Wouldn't that be a little NOTICEABLE?
GJ: Not if he snuck it
(Apparently listening to our wonderful announcers idea, Simon sneaks
in a groin kick that goes un-noticed by the ref.)
CJ: What was that?!
GJ: A hard kick to the stomach!
(A replay screen comes up and shows the kick to the groin, and slows
down as the kicks nails Higors groins.)
GJ: Shut that off!
(Obediently it does, and shows the match.)
CJ: Simon is being questioned by the official as Higor gets a chance
to
recover.
GJ: Why is he questioning him? it was a BLATANT kick to the
MIDSECTION.
CJ: No, it was-
Simon runs over to Higor and. HIGOR HITS A CLOTHESLINE! And now Higor
goes back to
GJ: Don't talk so soon.
CJ: Simon reverses whatever Higor was going for into a drop toe hold!
AND HE HITS THE KNEEBAR!
GJ: YES HIGOR! SCREAM, SCREAM!
CJ: The ref asks him if he gives in, Higor keeps shaking his head! Hes
almost at the ropes! So close HE GETS IT! And the ref forces Simon to
break the hold, but not after the damage being done to Higors knee!
GJ: Good job Simon!
CJ: Simon approaches Higor, still hurting from that
HIGOR HITS SIMON IN THE GROIN!
GJ: That is SO illegal!
CJ: Simon has been doing it all along!
GJ: Im telling you-
CJ: It doesn't matter, Higor is getting repremanded just the same.
Simon is crouched over, and Higor takes advantage by means of a
DEVASTATOR DROP! HE COVERS!
1
2
GJ: NO SIMON!
CJ: Thr-
NO! SIMON REACHES THE ROPES! But the damage is done!
GJ: Good thinking
CJ: And Simon pulls himself through the ropes! The ref starts
counting!
1...2....3
GJ: Someone stop Higor!
CJ: HIGOR DIVES AFTER RUNNING OFF THE ROPES RIGHT ONTO SIMON!
(Confused about who to cheer PoP!)
CJ: 4 and 5 and Higor throws Simon back in and climbs in himself.
GJ: Simon, you can do it!
CJ: I still cant see why you like- Higor goes to the top-Simon
Underwood.
GJ: Simple, hes the bes-
CJ: Higor goes for a 450 splash and
SIMON GETS THE KNEES UP!
GJ: See? Thats why I like him!
CJ: And Simon lifts Higor to his feet Higor blocks the attempted rakes
to the eyes from Simon, and a boot to the gut!
GJ: LOW BLOW!
CJ: Now THAT was a boot to the GUT. Higor has Simon again set up for
the Drunkbomb
HE HITS IT!
GJ: NO! NO! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!
CJ: And he lifts him back up, here it comes, he signals for the
Confederate Crush what the hell?!
GJ: ANOTHER DISTRACTION?!
CJ: Despair runs into the ring, distracting the ref!
GJ: Simon rakes Higors eyes while hes distracted! Now he throws Higor
into the ref! THE REF SPILLS OUT OF THE RING!
CJ: Simon whips Higor into the turnbuckle, Despair just is standing
there
CJ: Higor reverses positions, Simon kicks him in the groin, sending
Higor turns around, Simon climbs to the top, what the hell?
GJ: Let me handle this one, SOMERSAULTING INVERTED SUPER BULLDOG INTO
AN INVERTED FACEBUSTER ON HIS KNEE!
CJ: And Simon stands up, Despair stands in his way.
GJ: Oh no! Don't do it Despair!
(Despair points to some cuts on his forehead.)
CJ: Looks like their staring each other down.
(Simon nods and)
CJ: HES TEARING AWAY AT HIS OWN FOREHEAD!
GJ: What the hell?!
(Simon holds the piece of his head out to Despair, blood flows down
his
face.)
CJ: My god, this is just too much
(Simon tosses the piece on the ground and starts stomping it.)
CJ: WHAT?! WHAT?! I CANT BELIEVE IT!
GJ: Alright, this IS a little much.
(Despair takes part of his forehead and hands it to Simon
CJ: OH MY GOD!
(The crowd chants Holy shit as Simon EATS Despair flesh!)
CJ: This man is a SICKO!
GJ: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
(The two announcers go into shocked awe as Simon swallows. Despair
grins and nods as they both turn their heads to Higor Rosa.)
CJ: NoNO! THIS CAN T BE!
GJ: YES! YES! DO IT! DO IT!
(Both Despair and Simon start pummeling the hell out of Higor!)
CJ: NO! SOMEONE BRING IN A REF!
GJ: The ref is here!
CJ: A CONSIOUS ref!
(Simon lifts up Higor after they both savagly assault Higor and)
CJ: NO! DONT DO IT DESPAIR!
GJ: YES! GO FOR IT!
CJ: HUMAN TORMENT! HUMAN TORMENT! DESPAIR HIT THE HUMAN TORMENT ON
HIGOR! Oh, now whats Simon doing?!
GJ: Just what he proposed!
(Despair lifts Higor to his feet this time and)
CJ: TRANSCENDENT EXPOSURE! HIGORS OUT! HIGORS OUT!
GJ: Ahh, perfect timing for
CJ: The referee leaps into the ring as Despair climbs out! He starts
the count!
1
2
THREE! THREE! SIMON THAT DIRTY BASTARD WINS!
GJ: And a glorious win it is!
CJ: And the crews come in to clean up the blood while Higor still lies
there unconsious.
THREE! THREE! SIMON THAT DIRTY BASTARD WINS!
GJ: And a glorious win it is!
CJ: And the crews come in to clean up the blood while Higor still lies
there unconsious.
GJ: CAN WE GET SOME HELP FOR HIGOR ROSA!
CJ: What's more important than the state of Higor Rosa, cuz he'll be
fine, is the united front of Simon Underwood and Despair. Two of the
most twisted, sickest sonsofbitches is problems for everyone in this
company.
GJ: Simon Underwood and Despair are going to pay for this. They will
pay.
[CRASH!]
Smoove: Alright, I'm going to do it.
Blake: Do what?
Smoove: Listen, you and Adam won't sanction it a World Title match,
but that doesn't mean I can't just fight him.
Blake: That would not be very smart of you.
Smoove: It doesn't matter. I have to, HAVE TO, do this. If for nothing
else, for me, for Smoove. I have to prove it to myself that I can beat
Simon Solkoff without Adam Mitchell's protection, or his help.
Blake: Fine, you talked me into it. I understand how that is, wanting
to do something on your own, needing to prove it to yourself. I'll
sanction it, but you better pray to God you win. For your sake....
Smoove: Thank you, Thank you very much.
[Smoove exits]
Blake: And for mine. And for the sake of the EWWF as a whole.
[CRASH!]
#CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES...
CROWD: YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY
#THIS IS MY LAST RESORT....#
GJ: IT'S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT!
#SUFFUCATION, NO BREATHING, DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF I'M CUT AND
BLEEDING....#
SSC: IT IS TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT, COMING TO THE RING FIRST, FROM
INDIANAPOLIS INDIANA, HE IS THE COOL RIFLE, TOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYYY
KAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN
[Tommy Kain steps through the curtain and the fans cheer wildly.]
GJ: THIS OVATION..............IT'S...........IT'S....
CJ: I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
GJ: DEAFENING!
[Kain smiles and checks the tape on his hands.]
GJ: Normally, when athletes the caliber of Tommy Kain and Tom Collins
get in the ring, we talk about it having the potential to be a mat
classic. Not tonight. Not this match. This match, this will be a war
of attrition. This won't be a counter for counter, move for move
match. There will be blood loss, there will be broken bones. No Rules,
no pinfalls. The winner has to put the loser in the casket and shut
it.
[Kain walks around the pine box and eyes it carefully.]
GJ: Tommy Kain, Tom Collins, two men brought together by the
viciousness of Collins and the compassion of Kain.
CJ: Please, reverse that. Kain killed Grant and damnit to all hell if
Tom Collins won't stand for it!
[Kain slides in the ring and does the four turnbuckle salute to the
fans as his music fades. ]
SSC: AND HIS OPPONENT....
[Bleed by Field day starts]
SSC: FROM DETRIOT MICHIGAN.....
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO
SSC: THE MAN THAT HAS BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT...
Crowd: BOOOOOOO
SSC: THIS..........IS.........TOM...
COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSS
[Tom Collins peaks through the curtain and the fans erupt with cheers
of hatred. He smiles and steps through the curtains, wearing a "I love
you Heather" on the front of it. On the back is a photo of well, yeah,
Collins making Heather Morrison his slampig.]
GJ: THAT SHIRT IS DISGUSTING.
CJ: [in between laughter] THAT'S GREAT! GREAT, GREAT, GREAT.
[Collins walks down to the ring, smirking at the fans. Kain is shown
standing near the ring, sneering and staring down Collins. Collins
gets close to the ring...]
GJ: KAIN WITH A PLANCHA ON COLLINS! THE REF RINGS THE BELL, WHAT A WAY
TO START OFF THE MAIN EVENT!
[Kain with right hands to the face of Collins. Kain rips the shirt off
collins, and begins stomping him. Kain brings Collins to his feet...]
*crack*
GJ: DID YOU SEE THE FORCE OF COLLINS MEETING THE STEEL STEPS?
[Kain with more kicks and stomps to Collins. Kain with a standing
dropkick to the face of Collins.]
GJ: Tommy Kain has already bloodied Tom Collins.
CJ: He' bleeding from his nose, he might have a broken nose. STOP THE
MATCH!
[Kain brings Collins up to his feet, snake eyes on the guardrail. Kain
with some more stomps, brings Collins up to his feet, series of right
hands and a clothesline takes Collins over the guardrail and to the
fans. Kain takes a couple of steps back, bolts off, leaps over the
guardrail and takes down Collins. Kain up to his feet, brings Collins
up to his feet, face first suplex puts Collins on the guardrail. Kain
to a chair, guilliotine legdrop puts Collins back on the floor.]
GJ: Tommy Kain has come like a ball of fire here.
CJ: rope-a-dope. Collins is playing posseum. He's letting Kain wear
himself out on the outside, where Collins can't be beaten, and when
the time comes, he will reign supreme.
COLLINS WILL RULE YOU!
[Collins to two knees, Kain with sledge-hammer like right hands.]
[Small portion of the crowd]
1.....2......3......4......5......6.....7....8....9....10....
11.....12.....13......14.....15...16....17...18...19....20...
GJ: Tommy Kain I think has snapped.
Crowd: 21....22........23........24.......25.
[Kain takes a step back and Collins falls face first on the floor.
Collins looks up..]
GJ: Collins is bleeding from the mouth, the nose and the forehead
right now. You can taste the bitter taste of hatred between Tommy Kain
and Tom Collins.
CJ: Hatred? There's not a word strong enough to accurately describe
what these two individuals feel for each other.
[Kain pulls Collins up by the hair and throws him over the guardrail.
Kain with a version of a slingshot guilliontine legdrop, sandwiching
Collins' face with the protective mat. Kain brings Collins up,
repeated shoulderblocks by Kain. Kain whips Collins into the steel
steps again. Collins stumbles forward and rolls into the ring. Kain
follows.]
CJ: Collins is looking the worst for wear right now, bleeding in three
different places, just moments into the match.
[Collins rolls out, Kain follows. Kain grabs Collins by the hair, knee
lift by Collins and a right to the temple. Collins walking towards the
back, Kain follows with a lariat to the back of Collins' head. Kain
brings Collins up, whip into the guardrail, Collins stumbles forward,
another whip into the guardrail. Collins falls to both knees. Kain
walks up, Collins with a low blow. Kain falls to both knees. Collins
to one knee, kick to the midsection.]
CJ: Here we go, this is what I"m talking about. Collins kicking Kain's
ass up the ramp.
[Collins brings Kain up, snap suplex. Collins floats over, jackrabbit
right hands to the face of Kain. Collins brings Kain up, kick to the
midsection...]
GJ: Collins setting up for the piledriver...
Crowd: [Face pop]
GJ: KAIN WITH THE REVERSAL INTO THE BACKDROP.
[Kain brings Collins up, snap suplex of his own. Kain goes behind the
curtain and brings a chair. Collins trying to pull himself up using
Kain, drops down...]
Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH
GJ: THAT'S TWO SHOTS TO THE JOHNSON!
[Collins takes the chair...]
*CRACK*
CJ: YES! DO IT AGAIN! GIVE HIM THE CHAIR! LITERALLY!!!
*Crack*
[Collins with a couple more chair shots. He sets the dented chair down
on the top of the ramp, brainbuster on the chair. He kicks Kain and
Kain rolls down the ramp towards the ring. Collins wipes the blood
away from his forehead and spits some blood onto some fans. Kain to
his feet, Collins charges...]
GJ: TOMMY KAIN WITH A BACKDROP SENDING TOM COLLINS OVER THE COFFIN AND
TO THE FLOOR!
[Kain climbs and steadies himself on the coffin before connecting with
a lariat on Collins. Kain rolls Collins back into the ring. Kain in,
brings Collins to his feet, right hand, irish whip by Kain, Collins
shoots off the ropes, Kain drops the head, Collins drops to one knee,
right to the jaw. Kain staggers back, Collins with a clothesline that
takes down Kain. Collins brings Kain up, pushes him into the corner.
Collins with some kicks to the midsection and a jumping heel kick to
the face of Kain. Collins mounts the turnbuckle...]
CJ: 1.....2.....3.....4......5.....6......7.....8....9...
[Collins swivles his hips in front of Kain's face.]
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
CJ: 10!
[Collins steps down, irish whip, Kain hits hard and staggers out into
a superkick by Collins. Collins off the ropes, drops an elbow on Kain.
Collins quickly back up, to the second turnbuckle .Kain to his feet,
dropkick from the second turnbuckle takes down Kain again. Collins
brings Kain up, throws him over the top rope.]
GJ: Tommy Kain landed extremely hard on the mat here.
[Collins holds onto the top rope as Kain gets to his feet slowly,
Collins with a dropkick through the ropes. Kain gets sent back towards
the guardrail. Kain stumbles forward.]
GJ: SLINGSHOT ASAI MOONSAULT BY TOM COLLINS!
Crowd: [High spot pop]
[Collins brings Kain to his feet, gourdbuster suplex. Kain is caught
on the top of the guardrail. Collins to the ring apron, drops an elbow
across the back of Tommy Kain. Collins slow to his feet, kicks Kain in
the face. Collins brins Kain up, bearhug by Collins and Collins rams
Kain into the steel ring post. Collins holds on and rams Kain again
into the steel ringpost. Collins with a belly to belly overhead suplex
on the outside.]
GJ: Tom Collins is trying to break the back of Tommy Kain.
[Collins brings Kain up, blows him a kiss and knocks him down with a
right hand. He brings Kain up again...]
Crowd: [Spot pop followed by Heel pop]
GJ: Tom Collins with another belly to belly overhead throw into the
crowd. Kain landed on five or six people there.
[Collins leaps over the guardrail, grabs a Simon Solkoff t-shirt and
wipes his face with it, before stomping at Kain. A fan gets too close
to Collins and Collins decks him with a right hand. Collins turns.]
Crowd: [small face pop as not everyone saw it]
CJ: Beer in the eyes! That's a beer foul!
GJ: Tommy Kain just shoved a cup of beer into the face of Tom Collins.
[Kain with rights to the midsection before making it to his feet,
scoop and a slam on the outside. Kain takes a fan's chair and rams it
into the midsection of Collins numerous times. Kain wishbones Collins
and the male portion that witnessed it up close and personal all
groan.]
GJ: did you make a wish?
CJ: shut yer trap.
[Kain brings Collins up, Collins with a headbut to the nose of Kain.
Make it two. Now three.]
CJ: That's what I call giving head.
[Collins grabs the dented steel chair that Kain used and cracks Kain
in the skull with it. Make it twice. Collins brings Kain up to his
feet, leans him against the guardail, takes two steps back...]
*CRACK*
Crowd: [collective gasp]
CJ: [starts laughing.] WHAT AN AWESOME CHAIRSHOT!
GJ: NO, IT WASN'T! COLLINS GOT A RUNNING START AND COLLIDED FULL FORCE
WITH THAT CHAIR ON TOMMY'S SKULL.
CJ: Yeah, the force was so violent, it sent Tommy Kain backwards and
over the guardrail.
[Collins steps over the guardrail and looks down at Tommy Kain.
Collins lightly nudges him with his foot. No response. Make it twice.
No response. Three times, no response. Collins smiles and brings Kain
up and puts him on his shoulder. He walks Kain over to the casket and
orders the lid be lifted. He slams Kain in there and turns his back,
ordering the attendants to slam the lid shut.]
GJ: This is the end of that match. That chair shot...
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY
GJ: Kain grabs a hold of the lid. Kain stopped the lid from shutting.
Collins doesn't know!
[Collins rolls into the ring and holds both his arms in victory. Kain
slides under the ropes. Collins looks around at the ref to see why he
hasn't called for the bell. He turns back around notices the lid is
open and begins to stomp around. He rolls out of the ring and looks
down in the coffin. He looks around, no sign of TK. Collins walks
around. Kain back from under the ring, charges and knocks Collins down
from behind.]
CJ: What a sneaky, dirty..
GJ: Beautifully thought out plan by the Cool Rifle.
[Kain rolls Collins into the ring, slingshot senton on Collins. Kain
brings Collins up, springboard bulldog.]
CJ: That's his MO! The springboard bulldog. That's the move he used
to kill Grant!
[Kain to his feet, calling for Collins to get up. Pleading with
Collins to get up. Collins to his feet, turns, fireman's carry..]
GJ: Partycrasher DVD?!?!?!
[Collins slips out and lands on his feet, Kain turns, kick to the
midsection...]
CJ: COCKTAIL SHAKER! COCKTAIL SHAKER!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO
[Collins sits upright and smiles at the throng here in MSG. Collins
sits Kain upright, shoots off the ropes, dropkick to the face of Kain.
Collins rolls Kain out of the ring and onto the floor. Collins rolls
out, orders the lid be lifted, and starts to put Kain inside. Kain
with right hands to the face of Collins and the ring attendants shut
the lid. Kain rams Collins' face into the coffin lid.]
Crowd: 1..........2..........3..........4..............5
6...........7.........8.........9..........10!
[Kain keeping hold of Collins tosses him back in the ring. Kain to the
ring apron, slingshot dropkick takes down Collins. Kain brings Collins
to his feet, eye rake by Collins. Collins with right hands. Make it
two. Now three. Four, Five. Collins sends Kain reeling into the
corner. Collins with shoulderblocks, walks out, measures Kain and rams
him with another shoulderblock to the midsectino. Collins places Kain
on the turnbuckle...]
GJ: TOMMY KAIN WITH A DESPERATION TORNADO DDT!!! CAN HE CAPITALIZE!
[Both men are down.]
GJ: BOTH COLLLINS AND KAIN ARE DOWN. WHO RISES TO THEIR FEET AND
SEIZES THE MOMENT HERE AT REDEMPTION?
[Collins to his feet first, Kain not far behind. Right by Collins
blocked. Kain with a right. Kain make it two. Now three, four, five,
Collins with a knee lift to stop Kain's momentum. Collins with
forearms to the back of Kain, beating him down to one knee. Collins
off the ropes, clothesline by Kain.]
GJ: Kain with a sudden burst there. He's back down, resting on one
knee.
[Kain back to his feet, kick to the midsection of a rising Collins.
Another martial art kick to the midsection, irish whip by Kain,
Collins off the ropes, spinebuster by Kain. Kain grabs both of Collins
legs....]
GJ: TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! KAIN HOOKS ON THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!
CJ: It doesn't make a difference. You have to put Collins in the
coffin, not make him tap. This does Kain no good!
GJ: I beg to differ. This is designed to give Tommy Kain a break while
applying pressure to Collins back, making it harder for him to move,
to walk, to operate.
[Collins attempting to find the ropes, but Kain pulls him back towards
the center of the ring. Kain elevates it some more and Collins is
tapping like a maniac. Kain smiles and lets go. Kain walks around,
delivering stomps to the lower back of Collins. Kain brings Collins
up, irish whip into the ropes, Kain drops the head, Collins with a
kick. Kain stumbles around, atomic drop and a short arm clothesline
and both men are down.]
GJ: You can tell that the Texas Cloverleaf did a number on the back of
Tom Collins. Tommy Kain has returned back to the good ol TK, using his
intelligence to overcome any slightly physical difference.
[Collins to his feet, off the ropes, Kain catches him and drops
Collins with an Uranage. Kain rolls over to his back as both men are
down yet again.]
GJ: Both men have beat on each other for 10 minutes and are physically
drained. I mean, really, took it to each other violently and without
remorse.
[Kain with a kip up, to his feet first. Collins to his feet, Kain with
a right hand, irish whip into the corner, Collins stumbles out, Kain
with a flapjack....]
GJ: TOMMY GUN ON THE ROPES!
[Collins stumbles backwards, Kain with a inverted fireman's carry into
an a swinging inverted neckbreaker. Kain sits upright and smiles as
the fans are popping like crazy. Kain points towards the coffin...]
Crowd: YAAAAAAAYYYYY
[Kain to his feet, polls the audience again, and again, they give
their approval. Kain rolls Collins to the outside. He puts Collins in
the coffin and gives the word to the coffin attendants.]
GJ: It's over!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO
GJ: Why aren't the attendants shutting the coffin? Tommy Kain has won
the match!
[Kain tells them again, and again, no movement. Kain starts to grab
the lid and the ringside attendants push him away. He decks one with a
right hand..]
Crowd: YAAAAYYYY
[He turns to the other one who runs off. Kain grabs the lid and looks
down.]
GJ: It's truly over now!
[Kain suddenly staggers away from the coffin, clutching his eyes.
Collins sits upright and holds up the bottle of mace.]
CJ: [laughter] THA'TS SPECTACULAR!
[Kain stumbles around the ring, bumping into things, falling over the
ring steps. He makes his way to the announce table...]
Kain: I need water! I can't see! someone give me something.
[Geoff Jordan gives Kain his water and Kain pours it into his eyes.]
GJ: Tommy Kain trying to flush the mace out of his eyes before Collins
gets over here.
CJ: Too late.
[Collins charges and catches Kain with a clothesline that takes Kain
over the announce desk. Collins grabs the cameraman's cable cord and
starts to choke Kain with it as Kain is using his energy to help his
eyes.]
GJ: Tom Collins is the dirtiest player in the game!
CJ: Isn't it great?
[Collins rips the cable cord out of the camera and pulls it out of one
of the monitors and brings Kain to his feet, He whips Kain into the
ring apron. Kain slumps down. Collins takes the cable cord and wraps
it around Kain's neck. He throws the rest of the cord over the top
rope and rolls in...]
GJ: He wouldn't....He couldn't....that's illegal!
CJ: Call it proper justice!
[Collins grabs the rest of the rope and points to Kain as he looks at
the crowd...]
GJ: No Tom, don't do it!
Crowd: BOOOOOO
CJ: DO IT! THESE PEOPLE WANT YOU TO DO IT! THEY NEED YOU TO DO IT!
[Collins wraps the cord around his right wrist and hands and starts to
pull...]
Crowd: *collective gasp of horror, part two.*
CJ: HE'S HANGING TOMMY KAIN! HE'S LITERALLY HANGING TOMMY KAIN!
[Collins legs down and Kain slumps down.]
GJ: Is he still breathing? I think he's still breathing!
[Collins looks out at the crowd with a smile as big as NYC on his
face. He checks the cord....]
GJ: NO, NOT AGAIN! SET HIM DOWN!!!
CJ: He's slowly taking the life away from Tommy Kain. One precious
moment at a time.
[Collins drops Kain again and smiles at the crowd who are just in
disgusted shock.]
GJ: This crowd is revolted by the actions of Tom Collins. Just
revolted. As am I.
CJ: Quit being a tart about it Jordan.
[Collins rolls out, rolls a barely conscious Kain back in the ring.
Collins makes sure the cord is tight around his wrist, brings Kain up
to his feet, irish whip...]
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHH
[Collins snaps Kain down by the cord around his neck. Collins smiles
again, wraps the cord up and pounds kain with right hands. Collins
brings Kain up, undoes the cord from around Kain's neck and ties Kain
up in the ropes. Collins winds the cord up and snaps it like a towel
at the face and body of Tommy Kain.]
GJ: He's toying with Kain right now.
[He undoes Kain from the ropes and Kain slumps forward and down to the
mat. Collins brings Kain up to all fours and pulls him towards the
middle of the ring. Collins with a knee to the face. Make it two. Now
three. Collins brings Kain to his feet, brainbuster. Collins looks out
at the crowd and smiles...]
GJ: What in the blue hell is Tom Collins going to do now?
[Collins tosses in one chair. Now Two chairs. Three chairs. Suddenly,
chairs from the front rows are being tosses into the ring.]
GJ: The fans here in MSG are tossing their chairs into the ring!
[Other objects are being tossed in the ring. Collins slides in and
gets hit with a half-full coke bottle. Collins brings Kain up, perches
him on the top turnbuckle.]
GJ: Collins setting up for a belly to back top rope suplex on a stack
of chairs! This could potentially be the end of the match, and of
Tommy kain!
[Kain with a back elbow catches Collins in the jaw. A headbut causes
Collins to fall backwards, as he lands on the chairs. Kain standing on
the second turnbuckle. He looks back at Collins. He goes up to the top
turnbuckle...]
GJ: NO TOMMY, DON'T DO IT!
[Kain leaps off....]
Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
GJ: TOMMY KAIN WITH A ASAI MOONSAULT SANDWICHING COLLINS BETWEEN
HIMSELF AND THE STACK OF CHAIRS!
[Kain rolls to the outside in pain as Collins is out. Kain pulls
himself up after a minute and rolls in. He brings Collins up and
tosses him to the outside. Collins lands near the coffin. Kain drops
and rolls to the outside....]
GJ: Tommy Kain is going to do it! He's going to win!
[Collins starts crawling towards the guardrail. Kain grabs him by the
leg. Collins turns around and kicks Kain off his leg. Kain stumbles
back. Collins grabs a fan's water bottle and squirts some on Kain.
Kain turns, right hand by Kain, right hand by Collins, Kain ducks...]
GJ: Taka Driver #1!!!!
CJ: Damnit to all hell!
[Kain drops to one knee before composing himself. He raises back up
and brings Collins to his feet.Kain scoops up Collins and places him
in the coffin......]
Crowd: BOOOO
GJ: WHO IS THAT THROUGH THE CROWD?!?!?!
CJ: RYAN "BY GOD" SANDERS!
[Sanders spins Kain, around before he has a chance to shut the lid
pours water on Kain. . Knee to the midsection, clubbing forearms to
the back of Kain. Kain with an atomic drop...]
GJ: PARTYCRASHER DVD ON THE FLOOR!
[Kain turns back towards the coffin. He walks towards it. He looks
in....]
*Zzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaappppppp*
GJ: WHAT THE HELL!
[Collins crawls out of the coffin and drops to the floor.]
GJ: COLLINS HAS A STUN GUN! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING WITH A STUN GUN!
CJ: THE COFFIN WAS RIGGED.
GJ: COLLINS IS STUN GUNNING KAIN AGAIN! THIS IS HEINOUS AND VILE AND
BRUTAL!
[Collins brings Kain up to his feet, stun gun and Kain just falls
right down. Collins starts chuckling and brings Kain up to his
feet....]
CJ: PARTYCRASHER DVD ON KAIN! THIS IS GREAT! JUSTICE...
GJ: THIS IS WRONG!
[Collins puts Kain on his shoulders....]
CJ: HAS....
GJ: NOOOOOO
[Collins shuts the lid...]
CJ: SERVED!
*DING, DING, DING, DING*
SSC: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH......TOM.....
COOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSS
GJ: THIS IS SO WRONG!
CJ: JUSTICE FOR HEATHER MORRISON HAS BEEN SERVED! JUSTICE FOR GRANT
MORRISON, HAS BEEN SERVED!
[Heather Morrison comes running down to the ring. She stops at the
casket and tries to open.]
GJ: NO HEATHER, RUN HEATHER!
CJ: TOO LATE.
[Collins stands right behind Heather. Heather stumbles back and bumps
into Collins.]
GJ: Look at her face! She's scared to death!
CJ: She should be.
[Heather starts to run, but Collins grabs her by the hair and stops
her progress. He slams her into the guardrail and she hits her head
hard. Collins opens the casket up and picks Heather Morrison up and
places her in the casket. He kisses Heather right on the lips and
slams the casket on her and Kain.]
GJ: SOMEONE GET SOME HELP FOR TOMMY AND HEATHER! DO IT NOW!
[Collins walks right by the security people as the crowd continues to
massively boo Collins. Collins turns and looks back towards the crowd,
grabs himself and walks through the curtain to the back.]
GJ: SOMEONE OPEN THE DAMN CASKET!
[Jordan throws down his headset and goes to the casket. Casey Jacobs
looks around, drops his headset and starts to hit on a attractive girl
sitting in the first row.]
[CRASH!]
[Crash outside and we find Smoove standing there, a ref holding the
EWWF World Title in his hands, standing besides Smoove.]
Smoove: Simon.......Oh Simon.....Simon, where are you? Come on out
Simon. Siiiiiiiiiiiimon......Siiiiiiiiiiimon......come out come out
wherever you are Siiiiiiiiiimon.
[Smoove drops to the ground and looks under some cars...]
Smoove: Simon......did you rethink your proposal Simon? Did you run
and hide Simon?
[Smoove stands up and looks out. The camera raises up...]
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY
[Smoove continues to look around for Solkoff, who is standing behind
Smoove.]
Smoove: Simon, if you don't "pop up" ya know what happens don't you?
You get counted out and I retain *MY* EWWF World Title....
and you know you will never get another shot again.
Solkoff: Hey Yo Smoove....... I didn't hear no bell.
[Smoove turns, Solkoff puts a little hotel bell on the trunk of the
car.]
*Ding*
Solkoff: There's the bell.
Smoove: Indeed it was.
[Smoove with a right catches Solkoff off guard. Make it two rights.
Three, Four, Smoove backing Solkoff up with right hands. Smoove with
another right, blocked by Solkoff. Solkoff explodes with right hands.
Solkoff has Smoove reeling with right hands. Smoove grabs Solkoff,
knee to the midsection, and rams Solkoff into the side of a car.
Smoove grabs Solkoff by the hair and rams the back of his head against
the car.]
Smoove: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7.....8...9....10...
HOW'S THE HEAD SIMON? WHAT? YOU WANT MORE? WHAT? YOU LIKE THAT? GIVE
IT TO YOU AGAIN? IF YOU INSIST..
Smoove: 1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....6....7.....8.....9....10....
[Smoove brings Solkoff up, rips off his EWWF t-shirt. Chop on the
chest of Solkoff]
Smoove: WHOO
*chop*
Smoove: WHOOO
*chop*
Smoove: Look at me, WHOO, I'm a NATURE BOY.
*chop*
Smoove: WHOO
[Smoove with another knee to the midsection, a jumping knee to the
forehead. Smoove with a headbut and a right hand knocks Solkoff onto
the hood of a 98 Nissan Sentra. Smoove gets on the hood, vertical
suplex to the top of the car. Smoove gets off the car and pulls
Solkoff off the roof of the car. Solkoff lands hard.]
Smoove: How does that feel, Si....mon? Feel good? Do you still want
some more of the tasty goodness?
[Smoove with a stomp on the midsection of Solkoff. Smoove pulls
Solkoff up to his feet, rams him into the trunk of another car. Smoove
charges, Solkoff backdrops Solkoff onto the trunk and back windshield
of the car. Solkoff with rights to the the forehead of Smoove. Solkoff
pulls Smoove of the windshield/trunk by his hair.]
Solkoff: Tasty goodness, huh? You think you gave me the tasty
goodness? *I* got your tasty goodness!
[Solkoff picks Smoove up and rams him into another car.]
Smoove: No mas! No mas!
Solkoff: Oh no, There will be mas! The fans want mas! Tengo mas!
[Solkoff with a series of right hands. Smoove with a eye rake and a
version of a bulldog. Solkoff on the hood of another car. Smoove gets
on the roof and readies himself to piledrive Solkoff, but Solkoff
counters with a backdrop onto the roof of another car. Solkoff drops
down and circle around the car before pulling Smoove down to the
ground by his ankles.]
Solkoff: You robbed me of that title Smoove. A title that should have
been mine long ago. And tonight, it will be mine again.
[Solkoff rams Smoove's head into the nice rims of a Ford Explorer.
Solkoff brings Smoove up to his feet, face first suplex on the roof of
a sports car. Solkoff with elbows to the back of the head of Smoove.
Solkoff walks away, and raises his hands in triumph to the growing
thong of people who cheer wildly.]
Crowd: SI-MON, SI-MON, SI-MON,SI-MON
[Solkoff turns right into a superkick by Smoove. Solkoff stumbles out,
Smoove scores a knockdown of Solkoff. Smoove raises his arms and the
crowd boos.]
Smoove: SMOOVE, SMOOVE, SMOOVE, SMOOVE, SMOOVE....
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO
Smoove: NO, NO BOO SMOOVE. YAY SMOOVE. BOO SIMON....
CROWD: YAAAAAAAYYYY
[Solkoff with a kick to the midsection. Solkoff with another to the
jaw. Solkoff kips up, flurry of right hands. Solkoff with a kick to
the midsection, going for a powerbomb, Smoove blocks with snake eyes
on the trunk. Smoove with knees to the kidneys before dropping Solkoff
with a inverted head to knee DDT.]
Smoove: Cover ref...
Ref: 1......
2
no, two count only.
Smoove What the hell!
[Smoove with more kicks to Solkoff as he's yelling at the referee.]
Smoove: I'm Adam Mitchell's chosen successor. He's your boss. You
count as fast as I tell you to, got it!
[Smoove brings Solkoff up, facelock into a vertical suplex on the
pavement. Smoove covers.]
Ref: 1
2
no, two count only! Solkoff got his shoulder up!
Smoove: THAT'S A BUNCH OF MULARKEY!
[Solkoff with a rollup..]
Ref: 1.......
2.......
no, Smoove got the shoulder up!
[Smoove to his feet first, hard shot to the kidneys. Smoove with hard
kicks to the midsection of Solkoff. Smoove grabs Solkoff by the hair
and rams him face first into the pavement.]
Smoove: You....can't.....beat.....me....Simon....
[Smoove rubs Solkoff's face into pavement, scratching it up. Smoove
brings Solkoff up to his feet, rams him into the fencing. Smoove grabs
an orange cone and smacks Solkoff in the head with it.]
Smoove: This isn't going like you would hope for, is it SIMON?
[Smoove with another cone shot. Smoove with a kick to the back of
Solkoff's head. Solkoff trying to make it to his feet, Smoove charges,
Solkoff with a drop toe hold into the fencing. Smoove immediately
starts bleeding from the head area. Solkoff to his feet, rakes
Smoove's face against the fencing. Solkoff pulls Smoove's head back,
slams him against the fencing.]
Solkoff: Actually Smoove, this is exactly what I was hoping for.
[Solkoff pulls Smoove up the hair and starts pulling him along by the
hair.]
Smoove: You can't beat me Simon. You know, I know it, Adam knows it.
Solkoff: Fuck Mitchell.
[Solkoff slams Smoove face first into a wall.]
Solkoff: You know what, Fuck you too.
[Solkoff slams Smoove into the wall yet again.]
Solkoff: Smoove, you are nothing but a transitional champion. You
don't have the talent to hang with me. You know it, I know it, and
Mitchell knows it. That's why..
[Solkoff slams Smoove's head into the back of a production truck.]
Solkoff: That's why he was protecting you tonight. You got the night
off at a pay per view and you are the world champion? That doesn't
happen, anywhere!
[Solkoff with a knee to the midsection and whips Smoove into the
production truck. Solkoff looks at Smoove.]
Solkoff: Look at us Smoove............, we're killing each other here
for a World Title that should be with me, and yet it rests with you.
[Solkoff points at Smoove.]
Solkoff: You are a smart kid, with a bright future. Don't throw it all
away. Just hand the title over to me, and get rid of Mitchell. The
right time will come for you. When you have earned it.
Smoove: Maybe.......oww, your right....oww.
Solkoff: I know I'm right. So c'mon Smoove, join the battle against
Mitchell and his tyranny. We got TK, we got Syko and Krumm, and Ray
hagan and Axel Reed and Randy Love. We need you on our side. Higor
Rosa.
Smoove: Yeah, you are right.
[Smoove stands upright and bends over, blood dripping off his
forehead. Solkoff wipes the blood from his head and eyes.]
Solkoff: C'mon, let's just go in there, and you can admit to everyone
you made a big mistake.
Smoove: Okay..
[Smoove starts walking next to Solkoff. Smoove stops, bends over and
ties his shoes, Solkoff takes two steps forward and Smoove with a
clothesline that knocks Solkoff down.]
Smoove: I did make a big mistake. Listening to you all those months.
You ego-maniac. I'M THE WORLD CHAMPION!
[Smoove rams Solkoff into a makeshift barrier. Solkoff goes tumbling
through. Smoove steps through...]
Smoove: You know something Simon..
[Smoove throws Solkoff into two doors. Smoove opens one, and throws
Solkoff inside. He breaks open the fire extingusher case and grabs
it.]
Smoove: You know, for a second I thought you were right there Simon.
[Smoove with a fire extingusher shot to the back of Solkoff.]
Smoove: But then I realized that if you were right, then that would
mean that I was wrong.
[Smoove with another shot to the back of Solkoff]
Smoove: And i'm never..
[kick to the midsection]
ever...
[another kick]
EVER
[a third kick]
wrong...Simon.
[Smoove whips Solkoff into some steel production travel cases. Smoove
bends over, picks Solkoff up by the hair, drives right hands into his
skull.]
Smoove: I could end it here. Right here in the back, the referee, is
right here. The camera crew, to witness it live, is right here. And
then I could walk out there and show everyone how I beat YOU at your
own GAME.
[Smoove picks Solkoff up and hiptoss him into a open travel cart.]
Smoove: Instead, we're going out to the ring, where I can beat you in
front of everyone.
[Smoove starts pushing the cart along. He grabs a chair and continues
pushing.]
Smoove: You know, Simon, we could have done this the easy way. You
work your way from the bottom, get a shot, i beat you, you go away.
But no, instead, we do it this way. I got bloody, and you know how
much I despise having my blood shed. I get dirty, grimey, I have to
mix with the common folk. I'm a champion Simon, I'm royalty around
here.
[Smoove pushes Solkoff through the curtain and down the entrance ramp
to a half-empty arena as the rest had gone outside to catch the
action.]
GJ: SMOOVE AND SOLKOFF ARE IN THE BUILDING! I thought we were done til
Art Blake told us to stay here in case something happened in here. And
here we are!
CJ: This is going to make me late to my hooker appointment. I was
supposed to get two tonight.
GJ: That sucks.
CJ: I KNOW!
GJ: We had left the broadcast position and were mingling with some
fans when we saw the feed come in over the jumbotron. Then we got word
from the Vice President of the EWWF, Art Blake that we had an
impromptu World title match going on. He's negiotated this extra time
to bring you this, as the encore to this pay per view will occur right
after the conclusion of this match.
[Smoove grabs Solkoff and rolls him into the ring. Smoove to the top
turnbuckle, waiting for Solkoff to get to his feet. Smovoe leaps off,
going for the crossbody block, Solkoff counters with an Ace
Crusher(Stunner).]
GJ: Whan an offensive counter by Simon Solkoff. A desperation move by
Simon and it has bought him some time.
CJ: What we have witnessed in this match are two old friends, amigos,
allies, the teacher and the student, in a straight up brawl that
looked like it came straight from the movies. But this......was real.
That blood, those bruises, that brutality, ALL REAL.
[Solkoff stirs first and drapes an arm...]
GJ: COVER, 1.........
2
NOOO, SMOOVE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP BUT JUST BARELY!
[Solkoff pushes himself up.]
GJ: The blood loss of both men is incredible. The amount of physical
punishment is outstandingly brutal. A violent pay per view is going to
have one violent ending.
[Smoove and solkoff to their feet. Smoove with a right. Solkoff with a
right. Smoove, Solkoff, Smoove, Solkoff.]
CJ: They are just trading right hands.
GJ: That's all they have left to do. No big moves. Just a flat out,
who is the tougher sonofabitch.
CJ: Look at them, still going!
[Solkoff off the ropes, right hand knocks Smoove back a little. Smoove
off the ropes, right hand knocks Solkoff back.Solkoff with a right
hand. Smoove with a right hand.]
GJ: They are punch drunk. Beaten up beyond all belief.
Crowd: Solkoff. Smoove. Solkoff. Smoove.
GJ: The crowd, chanting for the wrestler who is getting hit in an
unreal scene. Wanting him to stay on his feet, urging him to hit back.
CJ: This is insanity. SOMEONE GO DOWN!
[Solkoff with a right. Smoove with a kick to the midsection.]
Crowd: BOOOOOO
[Smoove with a whip of Solkoff, Solkoff slides under the clohtesline,
pops up, Smoove turns...]
GJ: MARKSMAN! MARKSMAN! CAN SOLKOFF COVER!
CJ: NO, HE CAN'T!
GJ: YES, YES HE CAN! COVER 1........
2
NOOOOOOOO, SMOOVE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!
Crowd: Booooooo
[Solkoff rolls off and bangs his hand against the mat. Solkoff uses
the ropes to pull himself up. Smoove to two knees, Solkoff comes
over...]
Crowd: ooooooohhhhhh, booooooo
GJ: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!
CJ: ROLLUP! ROLLUP!
GJ: 1
2
NOOOOOO, SOLKOFF GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Crowd: [loud face pop from all those that remain.]
CJ: Will this ever end?
[Smoove to his feet first, throws Solkoff into the corner. Smoove with
slow, methodical stomps before bringing Solkoff to his feet and
placing him on the top turnbuckle. Smoove gets on the second
turnbuckle, brings Solkoff to his feet.....]
CJ: Yes, it'll be over....
[Solkoff flips over Smoove....]
GJ: SHOCKWAVE! SHOCKWAVE! SHOOOOOOCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK.....
WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE
1
2
3!!!!
WE HAVE A NEW WORLDS CHAMPION! AND HIS NAME, HIS NAME IS SIMON
SOLKOFF!
CJ: OH MY GOD!
GJ: OH MY GOD!, SIMON SOLKOFF IS NOW THE FIRST 5 TIME EWWF WORLD
CHAMPION EVER!
CJ: OH MY GOD!
GJ: SIMON SOLKOFF IS THE WORLD CHAMPION....
CJ: OH MY GOD!
GJ: What are you Oh My Godding about?
CJ: Wait til Adam Mitchell hears about this...
GJ&CJ: [PAUSE] OH.....MY.......GOD!
[Fade out on the EWWF logo]
Ryan
if you are looking for some smak. What? No Smak? Then we cool. In any
event, if you are looking for a fed that's unlike anything you've ever
expereienced...i'm probably not the guy to talk to. But if you are
looking for something to have fun with, and actually be creative with,
then, quite possibly, I'm your man.
EWWF. It's hip, it's cool, and damnit, it's the only fed I know where
cards come out on time or your money back.
That's all. I have no real sales pitch, cuz i'm not a good salesman. I
try hard, so do the handlers, and we try to have fun. That's all I can
really say.
Lates.
Ryan
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