[IWF/WOW] Mayhem [2/6]
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Veteran" matches, as the leader of the Unholy Alliance, "Professor"
Steve West takes on November.
Jack Anderson: That's right, and it will be one of many lessons, taught
to these ungrateful, less than worthy newcomers, by our good Professor.
Jim Robson: I think this whole thing is ridiculous myself. Let's go up
to the ring for the introductions.
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FRANCINE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO begins to play over the loudspeakers. The
crowd cheers and rise to their feet to welcome one of the IWF/WOW's
legendary competitors.]
FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from The University of Higher
Education standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 236 1/4 pounds, a true
IWF/WOW legend. He is the Federation's First GRAND SLAM CHAMPION
holdiing the US National, North American, Intercontinental and World
Heavyweight Championship. He is....
"PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!!!
[The Professor comes through the curtain and walks down the aisle, as
machine gun style pyro follows him to the ring. Music blaring in the
background, the Professor enters the ring area and acknowledges all the
fans, shaking hands and begins conversing with some "smart fans" in the
crowd. The Professor comes to the ring with a warm up jacket, an
embroidered Professor towel, his solid coloured classic wrestling gear
with either "Professor", "Grand Slam Champion" or "Simply The Finest" on
the back of the tights. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.]
FRANCINE: And his opponent...
['Expendable Youth' by Slayer hits over the arena's Pa system to a mild
face pop.]
FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Seattle, Washington standing 5
feet 11 inches and weighing 220 pounds, here is ...
NOVEMMMBEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
[The arena lights dim as blue strobe lights flash through the arena.
Grey, acrid smoke fills the entrance way and obscuring all vision.
>From this haze emerges November, a young raven haired, somewhat pale
man. He pauses in the entrance way, arms outstretched, as the crowd
POPS at his appearance.]
[Dressed not like your typical superstar, November is attired in a pair
of dark cargo pants, baggy enough to allow his to wrestle his
energetic,active style. Along with this he wears a sleeveless dark
shirt with a stylized wolf head on the front. White hand wraps and
dark boots complete his in ring wardrobe.]
[His straight, very dark hair hangs down around his ears and in front of
his forehead and upper face. His skin is pale, not unhealthily, but
pale enough to know he does not spend much time in the sunlight. It is
pulled tight over a muscular, lean build, more a gymnasts than your
typical large, body building, steroid using wrestler.]
[He is obviously a natural athlete, walking with a practiced grace
towards the ring. The fans take to him fairly well, reaching out hands
for high fives or just to be on screen. He ignores the majority and
upon reaching the ringside, makes a breathtaking pair of leaps; one onto
the apron and the other over the ropes....all without the use of his
hands. Without incidence he makes his way to the appointed corner to
await the opening bell.]
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Jim Robson: There's the bell, and this match is underway. West, the
seasoned veteran, and November, who we know has competed elsewhere, but
he's young, and an I/W rookie. West and November are cautiously
circling each other, each sizing the other up. West moves in, and is
armdragged to the mat by November! West back up, moves forward... Into
a drop toehold by November! West slaps the mat in disgust as he gets
up!
Jack Anderson: This November guy is quick, but West, once he gets a
hold of him, will slow him down in a hurry!!
Jim Robson: West and November circling again... This time they lock
up. West locks in a side headlock, and is immediatey thrown into the
ropes by November. West bounces off the ropes... Leapfrog by
November... West off the other side... Hiplock takedown by November!!
West slowly gets up... DROPKICK sends West through the ropes, and to
the outside!!
Jack Anderson: Steve is going to have to try something different.
November is a punk, but he's a quick punk.
Jim Robson: November waits while West slides into the ring under the
ropes, as Iron Mike shouts encouragement from the outside. West stands
up and begins to circle with November again. West moves in... Drop toe
hold by West, and quickly scampers to get November in a front face lock.
November gets up to his knees, and now to his feet, still locked in the
front facelock by Steve West. November wraps his arms around West's
torso and lifts... NOVEMBER RUNS AND RAMS WEST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Jack Anderson: Dammit!!
Jim Robson: November steps back as West is forced to release the front
facelock after apparantly having the wind knocked out of him! NOVEMBER
WITH A VICIOUS REVERSE KNIFE EDGE!!
Crowd: WHOOOO
Jim Robson: November with a boot to the stomach, doubles West over!!
Another kick!! And another!! November lifts West and whips him into
the opposite turnbuckle!! November follows him in... Splash misses as
West moves... West grabs November... BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!
Jack Anderson: There we go, that's better!! West shows his experience,
and know how by avoiding that splash and quickly taking advantage!!
Jim Robson: It's no surprise Jack, West IS a former World Champion, and
former holder of every title currently active in the I/W. West pulls
Novy intot he middle of the ring by his right leg. West with a vicious
kick to the hamstring of November!! West holds onto November's right
ankle, and drops an elbow across the inside of the knee!! West holds
the leg flat on the mat, and DRIVES his knees into the right leg of
November!!
Jack Anderson: This is what Steve West does best. He's taking a body
part, and he's going to torture that body part, until he can get a
submission!
Jim Robson: West has that leg locked in an unnatural position right
now, and November looks to be in some pain, as West applies the
pressure. November reaches up and grabs West by the head... A right
hand to the jaw, forces West to relax the hold, and another right hand
forces West to release November altogether.
Jack Anderson: Those were illegal right hands. More evidence that the
rookies of the I/W need to be taught some respect.
Jim Robson: Whatever happened to "whatever it takes"?
Jack Anderson: I never said that...
Jim Robson: Ha!! November and West up at the same time... What is
this?
[The camera switches to the entrance as Richard Blair, Pyro, and Payne
all make there way into the arena, and towards the ring.]
Jim Robson: They have no reason to be out here!!
Jack Anderson: I'm sure they're just here to watch.
Jim Robson: I hope so.
Jack Anderson: You're always so cynical.
Jim Robson: I'm usually right too. November tries to shake off the
effects of West's attack on his knee... DROPKICK TO THE KNEE OUT OF
NOWHERE BY STEVE WEST!!! November drops to one knee, as West moves over
and lifts him in a rear waistlock... GERMAN SUPLEX!! West rolls...
ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!! West rolling again... A THIRD GERMAN
SUPLEX!! West calls that "Detention", and he goes for a cover!!
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November kicks out!!
Jack Anderson: The veteran starting to take over. The match is in his
control, and at HIS pace!
Jim Robson: West lifts November and sets him up... POWER BOMB!!!
NO!!! NOVEMBER REVERSES INTO A HURRICANRANA!!!! November to his feet,
staggers back to the ropes... And quickly moves away as he finally sees
the rest of the Unholy Alliance at ringside! November moves over to
West, and lifts him up. November glances over at The Unholy Alliance
again as he whips West into the ropes... SPINNING LEG LARIAT BY
NOVEMBER TAKES WEST OFF HIS FEET!!! November gets up and runs to the
ropes... ASAI MOONSAULT!!! He covers!!
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West kicks out!!
Jack Anderson: It'll take more than a few flashy moves to finish off
the legendary "Professor"!!
Jim Robson: I'm sure November has more moves he can pull out of his
bag, this kid is pretty good. November lifts West, and scoops him up...
Backbreaker!! November scampers to the top rope and dives off... WHAT
THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?!?
[HUGE crowd pop]
Jack Anderson: I don't know but he nailed West pretty good with
whatever that was!
Jim Robson: My best description of that move is that it was some kind
of... Corkscrew Flying Legdrop!!!
[Replay shows November on the top rope facing the crowd, he dives
backwards in a full layout position, does a 180 degree twist, tucks, and
finishes the somersault, landing on West with a legdrop.]
Jim Robson: This kid is unbelievable!!
Jack Anderson: This kid is a danger to himself, and his opponents!!
West will teach him the proper way though, you just wait!!
Jim Robson: November lifts Steve West... TRAFFIC JAM!!! That's his
Tomikaze DDT!!! November covers!!
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3!!!!!!!
NO!!! West kicked out!!!
Jack Anderson: Phew!!
Jim Robson: November has West up again. November whips West into the
ropes... REVERSED!!... PAYNE JUST TRIPPED NOVEMBER!!! The ref didn't
see it, but Payne hooked November's leg and hauled him down!!
Jack Anderson: You sure? I was watching the whole time, and I saw
nothing.
Jim Robson: Like you ever do. West moves over... NOVEMBER GRABS WEST
BY THE FRONT OF THE TRUNKS, AND PROPELS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE
OUTSIDE!!! West landed right at the feet of his Unholy Alliance
friends!!
Jack Anderson: That was illegal!!
Jim Robson: Everything that goes against what you want to happen is
illegal!!
Jack Anderson: That's not true... Most of the time.
Jim Robson: The Unholy Alliance are helping West get to his feet...
NOVEMBER SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE... AND LANDS ON THE UNHOLY
ALLIANCE WITH A SWAN DIVE PLANCHA!!!!
[Crowd POPS]
Jack Anderson: That was uncalled for!! What did they do to him?
Jim Robson: Payne hooked his leg, remember?
Jack Anderson: I told you, I never saw that happen!
Jim Robson: November lifts West and rolls him into the ring. November
rolls in as well, and is met by a foot to the back of the head by West!!
West lifts November and sets him up... SNAP SUPLEX!! West lifts
November back to his feet and sets him up again... DDT!!! West lifts
November one more time and scoops him up... Hard body slam!! West
climbs the ropes... HONOUR ROLL MOONSAULT!!!
Jack Anderson: YES!!! IT'S OVER!!
Jim Robson: West hooks a leg!!
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NO!!!!! NOVEMBER KICKED OUT!!!
Jack Anderson: WHAT!?!?!?!?
Jim Robson: The kid kicked out!! West looks a little frustrated now as
he lifts November and scoops him up over his shoulder... THE FINAL
EVALUATION!!! Vicious sit down spike piledriver!! The cover!!
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NO!!! NOVEMEBER KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!
Jack Anderson: What a pain in the ass this guy is!!
Jim Robson: The Unholy Alliance can't believe it, and neither can West.
West rolls November onto his stomach. He has his legs... WEST LOCKS ON
THE STF!!! SIMPLY THE FINEST IS APPLIED!!!
Jack Anderson: It's over!!!
Jim Robson: November fighting the pain, refusing to give in!! This kid
is incredible!! He's hanging on, inching his way closer and closer to
the ropes!! He's getting closer...
Jack Anderson: He gave up!!!
Jim Robson: He did not!!! November showing all kinds of heart and
determination!! He's almost there!!... NOVEMBER REACHES THE ROPES, AND
WEST HAS TO RELEASE THE HOLD!!!
Jack Anderson: C'mon Steve, finish him off!!!
Jim Robson: West looks extremely frustrated as he lifts November, and
drives a forearm into his back!! West grabs November and whips him into
the ropes... DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK KNOCKS WEST TO THE MAT!!! November
slowly gets to his feet, and climbs the ropes. November waits in the
corner as West stands, back to him... OH MY GAWD!!!!! WHAT A MOVE BY
NOVEMBER!!!!
[MONSTER CROWD POP]
[The replay shows November dive off the top rope and do a flip, catching
West with a Tornado Bulldog (Diamond Cutter) on the way down, picture a
reverse Buff Blockbuster]
Jim Robson: November just hit West with a Tornado Bulldog after a flip
off the top rope!! Unbelievable!! West looks groggy, as Novy kneels in
front of him... What is he doing now? West is slowly staggering to his
feet... West stands upright, November kneeling in front of him... WHAT
A VICIOUS BLOW!!!!
[ANOTHER CROWD POP]
Jim Robson: November nailed West with the Rain Dance!!! His jump
spinning palm blow uppercut!!! West actually LEFT HIS FEET and landed
hard on the mat!! November covers!!
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DING!! DING!! DING!!!
Jack Anderson: NO!!!
Jim Robson: November wins it!!!
FRANCINE: The winner of this bout, NOVEMBER!!!!
[The crowd pops as "Expendable Youth" by Slayer blasts over the loud
speakers.]
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WINNER: November
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Jim Robson: What a match!! What a performance by November!!... The
Unholy Alliance are in the ring!!!
[The crowd begin to boo as the music stops]
Jim Robson: TORNADO BULLDOG ON PAYNE BY NOVEMBER!! LEAPING DDT BY
NOVEMBER ON BLAIR!!! TRAFFIC JAM FOR PYRO!! November is cleaning up!!
WEST FROM BEHIND WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! West pounding
on November!!
Jack Anderson: Alright Steve, teach the punk a lesson!!
Jim Robson: November fighting back... Payne drills him with a
right... The rest of the Unholy Alliance are up now, and they're
ganging up on November!!!
[HUGE Crowd pop]
Jim Robson: HERE COMES ELIJAH FLYNT!!! HE HAS A CHAIR!!!
[CRACK!!!]
Jim Robson: DOWN GOES WEST!!! THE REST OF THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE BAIL
OUT!!! Payne pulls West out of the ring, as The Unholy Alliance get
away from Elijah Flynt!!
Jack Anderson: Stupid Limey!!
Jim Robson: There's nothing wrong with saving a wrestler from a gang
attack by a bunch of thugs!! Especially after he's already fought a
tough match. And what an outstanding performance!!
Jack Anderson: Fluke... It was a fluke.
Jim Robson: Say what you will, but November was the winner. We'll be
back
after this quick break!
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Mayhem! And this should be a real doozy! Four young up and comers
showcasing their mad skillz... I'm talking Cruiser weight action folks!
Jack Anderson: *arching an eyebrow* Mad skillz? Who's teaching you
ebonics, Jim, Jeremy "Roadkill" Thranton?
Jim Robson: He is NOT... I'm just refreshing myself with all
this "youth
speak"... Keeping up with the times you could say.
Jack Anderson: Well for the love of I/W fans the world over...
STOP! Thank you.
Jim Robson: *loosens his tie* I thought I did quite nicely, as it
were...
lets get to the action!
Jack Anderson: With our official for this evening none other than our
ex-lucha-libre... and a big boy to boot... Miguel Hernandez! But
personally, I prefer that picture of love and beauty in the ring
currently... I'm talking total babe city...
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FRANCINE: This next bout is for one fall and a
cruiser-weight-newcomer-wild-card-tag-team! Introducing the first
team...
[ The opening chords to (hEd)p.e.'s "Killing Time" blast over the PA,
and
the lights in Michigan State Fairgrounds go out completely. When the
intro
ends and the guitar riff kicks in, a loud explosion goes off in the
entranceway, and a black smoke cloud forms. ]
FRANCINE: Hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico! He stands six feet tall,
and
weighs in at two hundred and ninteen pounds...
[ As the smoke dissipates, the form of a man carrying a walking cane is
revealed where the cloud was. The man is Suicidal Tendency. ]
# Baby, I'm a survivor! #
# Baby, I'm on fire! #
# Baby I'm about to creep up inside ya'! #
[ The lyrics to "Killing Time" continue, and Suicidal Tendency begins
walking to the ring. A spotlight focuses on him, making no hesitations
in
his slow gait. His ear-length, dark brown hair is parted down the
center,
with the bangs hanging in his face. The purple and red streaks in the
wet
hair give him a cold, calculating look. ]
FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen... here is...
SUICIDAL... TENDENCY!!!
[ The crowd responds to the introduction with a huge heel pop, as
Suicidal
Tendency steps in between the top and middle ropes into the ring. He
holds
the walking cane in his left hand to his neck, drawing attention to the
tattoo of a dagger that runs across his throat... Suicidal Tendency
runs
the cane along the dagger, then points it at each of his wrists
displaying
matching daggers on each. As the lights turn on, the audience now sees
his
ring attire, consisting of red elbowpads, purple wrist tape, black
pant-length wrestling tights, and black boots. The tights have red and
purple spiralling designs on them. He places the cane in the corner of
the
ring, and as he bends down, his well-defined body stretches, but simply
stands erect once again, revealing the same scowl on his face that has
been
there since he entered the arena. The music fades out. ]
Jim Robson: A rather disturbing fellow...
Jack Anderson: I "rather" like the dark, moody type... mind you, that
singapore cane is a little TOO much of a... (makes hand quotes) cliche,
other than that - he's got a bright future!
FRANCINE: His partner in this match...
[ 'Expendable Youth' by Slayer hits over the arena's Pa system as the
crowd
rises to their feet and discharge a barrage of cheers - a deafening
roar. ]
FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Seattle, Washington standing 5
feet 11 inches and weighing 220 pounds, here is ...
NOVEMMMBEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
[ The arena lights dim as blue strobe lights flash through the
arena. Grey, acrid smoke fills the entrance way and obscuring all
vision. From this haze emerges November, a young raven haired,
somewhat
pale man. He pauses in the entrance way, arms outstretched, as the
crowd
POPS at his
appearance. ]
Jim Robson: What a reception for this rookie!
Jack Anderson: *barely audible over the ovations* Booooooooo!
[ Dressed not like your typical superstar, November is attired in a
Jim Robson: It's amazing how this particular newcomer is amassing a
rather
large following in so short a time!
Jack Anderson: Yeah... yeah... yeah (makes a talking hand motion).
Who
the hell names themselves after a month?!
Jim Robson: Woah! Some tension in the ring as Suicidal Tendency gives
November a rather chilling look.
Jack Anderson: Would you want some freak from Seattle as your partner?
FRANCINE: And their opponents... introducing first...
[ "O Fortuna" from "Carmina Burana" begins to play as the lights dim
slightly. The crowd hushes in anticipation. ]
##O Fortuna , velut luna, statu variabilis
(O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable)
[ A figure appears in the shadow and begins to walk towards the ring. ]
##semper crescis, aut decrescis, vita detestablis
##nunc obdurat, et tunc curat, ludo mentis aciem
(Ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses
and then sootes as fancy takes it)
##egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem
(poverty and power, it melts them like ice)
[ The figure reaches the ring. The lights come on and a small, quick
burst
of pyrotechnics leap up just as the music explodes in volume and
intensity. ]
FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing 6
feet
tall and weighing 200 pounds, here is "GEMINI!!"
[ The crowd cheers as "Gemini" is introduced. "Gemini" wears gray
pants
with his name embroidered down the right leg, and his feet are bare.
On
his shoulder is a tattoo of the yin yang, and about his neck on a
chain,
lies the same symbol.]
##Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria
(Fate is against me, in health, and virtue)
##est affectus, et defectus, semperin angaria
(Driven on and weighted down, always enslaved)
##Hac in hora, sine mora, corde pulsum tangite
(So at this hour, without delay, pluck the vibrating strings)
##quod per sortem, sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!
(Since Fate strikes down the string man, everyone weep with me!)
[ At the finale of the song, he bows to the crowd, removes the chain
about
his neck, and prepares for battle. ]
Jack Anderson: Do we HAVE to listen to the whole damn song each time
he
enters?!! Cripes!
Francine: And his partner...
[ A sudden bell tolls as a Japanese symphony begins to play over the PA
system and the lights slowly dim. The crowd begins to boo, chanting
"America" as red lights flash from the entrance way.]
FRANCINE: Coming to the ring at this time, hailing from Tokyo, Japan,
standing six foot one, weighing in at two hundred and thirty three
pounds,
accompanied to ringside by "Beautiful" Bobby Blair, here is...
... TAKISUMA ...
... OGAMA !!! ...
[ The crowds boo's grow louder as smoke fills the entrance
way. "Beautiful"
Bobby Blair emerges from behind the curtain. In one hand Blair has a
cigar
in the other he yields a Japanese flag which he waves wildly. Slowly
behind
him walks Takisuma Ogama, his red robe drapped over him with the hood
covering his face. Ogama walks with his head down ignoring the crowds
insults. As he reaches the ring Blair sits on the middle rope allowing
Ogama to enter. Upon entering Ogama walks to his corner and stands
facing
the middle of the ring. As he does he extends his arms from his body as
Bobby Blair takes the robe off. Under the robe, Ogama has on his usual
black and white karate mesh pants, his face is painted white with a
triangle design. The lights return to their usual brightness. ]
Jack Anderson: Why do the fans chant "America"? We're in Canada!
Stupid
Torontorians... must be the sheep...
Jim Robson: This is definitely a unique clash... in terms of
personality
that is. Hopefully they will be able to overcome any differences and
put
forth a great match for us...
Jack Anderson: My picks... look for Suicidal Tendency and Orgasma... I
mean, Ogama, to carry the whole F'N show!
Jim Robson: *sighs as he rolls his eyes *
DING! DING! DING!
Jack Anderson: Aw, gee, ain't that nice? Gemini is offering Ogama to
start...
[ Which, of course, the Japanese man does, moving in towards the center
of
the ring. ]
Jim Robson: Looks like November is starting as well...
[ Crowd pops for Novy. ]
Jack Anderson: Woo hoo... calendar boy.
Jim Robson: Ogama with a crescent kick! November ducks and rebounds
off
the ropes... Ogama dives to the mat as Novy hops over!
[ The Japanese wrestler springs up to his feet only to be met with a
springboard Body Press... minor cheering. Both men back up on their
feet
in no time. November, leaping from the mat and getting a good height
just
from standing, nails Ogama with a flying head scissor take over... ]
Jack Anderson: WOAH!
Jim Robson: Ogama flung to the outside, over the ropes... BUT HANGS ON!
[ Ogama grabs the rope, saving himself... then rushes over to the
turnbuckle, hopping up in one smooth motion as November rises to his
feet
and turns around... ]
Jim Robson: SNAP KICK FROM THE TOP!!!
Jack Anderson: Owch.
[ November gets it right in the face as Ogama lands on one knee -
swiftly
rising. ]
Jim Robson: Ogama grabbing November by the hair... standard Irish whip
into the corner of his teammate, Gemini...
[ Ogama backs up... ]
Takisuma Ogama: YOGI-SAN!!!
[ And delivers a perfect handspring back elbow into November's cheek. ]
Jack Anderson: Nice!
Jim Robson: Ogama setting November up top!
[ Facing the ring. Takisuma climbs up after, then leaps onto Novy's
shoulders. ]
Jim Robson: HURRICA... SUPER SPINE BOMB SLAM!!! MY GOD!!!
[ The crowd erupts with chants of "NOV-EE!" - And November rises to his
feet and goes for a cover... ]
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Jack Anderson: Gemini with the immediate save! Too close to the other
team's corner. Now it's a two on one deal!
Jim Robson: Ogama getting to his feet...
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim Robson: NOVEMBER WITH A DOUBLE DROPKICK!!! That sends Gemini
staggering back... and OVER the ropes to the outside! Ogama down once
more!
[ November runs up to the turnbuckle as Ogama gets up... ]
Jim Robson: Springboard Dropkick!!!
[ Immediately after that, November hops onto the ropes as Gemini picks
himself up off the ground at ringside. ]
Jack Anderson: Oh brother...
Jim Robson: ASAI MOONSAULT!!!
[ The crowd pops big time as November is up on his feet again. ]
Jack Anderson: Can't the fans realize this guy is a putz for his
style? He'll be a cripple in two years, guaranteed!
Jim Robson: November is a kid with heart! He's young, he's fast, and
he's
making believers out of a lot of folks here!!!
[ November climbs up to the ring and up top again. ]
Jack Anderson: This isn't good for Ogama... he's half-dazed...
[ The crowd explodes!! ]
Jim Robson: 3/4 TORNADO FACE LOCK BULLDOG OFF THE TOP!!! LORD HAVE
MERCY!!!
Jack Anderson: Sorry to break "kayfabe" but that is known as
a, "Diamond
Cutter".
Jim Robson: Novy hooks the leg!!!
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Jack Anderson: CLOSE CALL!!! Thanks to Gemini... our match will
continue.
[ At the last possible second, Gemini dropped an elbow down to break
the pin. ]
Jim Robson: Gemini backing up...
Jack Anderson: And Bobby Blair, well, he's calling for Ogama to tag...
AND
FAST!
[ November, slightly dazed from the elbow to the neck, rises to his
feet...
Ogama still on the mat, breathing hard, but no emotion. ]
Jim Robson: OH MY!!! Rolling Koppu kick by Ogama!!! And the Japanese
wrestler is quickly crawling over to his corner to tag out
at "Beautiful"
Blair's insistance!
[ November is on his back... but gets to his knees. Walks over towards
his
corner... leaps and makes a diving tag to Suicidal Tendency, just as a
weary Ogama tagged out to Gemini. ]
Jack Anderson: Fresh tags!
Jim Robson: And both men are pumped!
Jack Anderson: Pumped? *sigh*
[ S.T. and Gemini practically tear into each other... both nailing each
other with shots to the head until finally, Gemini drops S.T. down with
a
Judo throw. ]
Jim Robson: Gemini showing his martial arts training...
[ Suicide rises to his feet and is met with a dragon screw takedown,
immediately followed by a short arm scissor hold. ]
Jack Anderson: Gemi... Well, Astrological Loser slowing this match
down
for us... snore.
[ About 30 seconds pass before Suicide breaks an arm free then reaches
over
and back, punching Gemini in the outer thigh... Gemini gets a really
bad
"Owww" look. ]
Jack Anderson: CHARLIE HORSE!!!
Jim Robson: Heh. Unusual, but workable.
[ Gemini breaks the hold and tries to rub some feeling back into his
leg... ]
Jack Anderson: KIDNEY SHOT!!!
[ Gemini grimaces as more pain shoots through his body. ]
Jim Robson: Not the most scientific display here...
[ Suicide immediately launches into a series of stomps directed at
Gemini's
right knee. ]
Jim Robson: Come on Hernandez!
Jack Anderson: Hey, he's doing a fine job...
[ Suicide drags Gemini to the center of the ring, then slaps on a
Figure
Four. After about close to a minute in the hold, Gemini agonizingly
bangs
his arms in frustration, unable to escape... ]
Jim Robson: You have to wonder how long he can last!
[ After about another minute, Gemini unable to pull himself to the
ropes... ]
Jim Robson: The rookie is digging deep, trying to hold on or turn the
tide!
[ A few side to side motions by Gemini... before he flips over... ]
Jim Robson: REVERSAL!!! GEMINI REVERSED THE FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!!
[ A minor pop as Suicidal Tendency becomes "the receiver", instead
of "the
giver". A ticked off, surprised, and painful look forms on his face,
all
at once. Gemini cinches it in tighter. Suicide struggles... and
appears
ready to tap out... The crowd cheers! ]
Jack Anderson: I don't know wether to be happy or drown my sorrows!
Jim Robson: NOVEMBER KICKS GEMINI, away from his partner, Suicidal
Tendency! Despite the dislike between these two, they appear to be on
the
same page as far as this match goes...
[ Suicide gets to his feet, as does Gemini; both hobbling. ]
Jack Anderson: NOW WE GOT OGAMA COMING OVER!!!
[ The crowd rises to their feet as November runs to the side, hopping
on
the turnbuckle... ]
Jim Robson: SUPER ARM DRAG!!! MY LORD!!!
[ MAJOR pop from the crowd, as the fans in the Mayhem arena whistle,
cheer,
spit beer. ]
Jack Anderson: Now I gotta agree, THAT had IMPACT!
Jim Robson: Suicidal Tendency and Gemini are limping...
[ S.T. and Gemini get in collar and elbow tie-up, Gemini grabs an arm
and
slaps on a front wrist lock - then bends it slightly to the side as he
himself steps as such... then nails a hook kick square on Suicide's
jaw. Suicide falls to the mat and Gemini rolls him over into a ... ]
Jim Robson: LA MAJISTRAL!!!
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[ November pries Gemini off to a good pop. ]
Jim Robson: November with the save yet again!!
[ Gemini gets to his feet, a groggy Suicidal Tendency rises from
behind... ]
Jack Anderson: WOAH!!!
Jim Robson: OH MY LORD!!!
* THUD! *
[ Gemini hit the mat hard, a victim of a leg sweep from S.T. from
behind,
and a Jumping Spin Kick from November in front. ]
Jack Anderson: That'll leave a skidmark.
Jim Robson: Suicidal Tendency with a pick-up... OGAMA FROM BEHIND...
* SMACK! *
[ Suicide ducked, thanks to November pushing him... and consequently,
Ogama
nailed Gemini with a Thrust Kick, sending his own partner over the
ropes to
the outside. Ogama looks down, no emotion visible or apparent, turns
around... Only to be met by two sets of feet, sending him toppling over
to
the outside as well... The fans absolutely go nuts as November leaps to
one
corner, Suicide to the other. ]
Jack Anderson: Here go their careers...
Jim Robson: Suicide pointing to Gemini... November nods and turns
towards
Takisuma Ogama...
LLLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ The crowd erupts into a massive mass of mindless mayhem - They're
popping
like crazy. ]
Jim Robson: A PAIR OF PLANCHA'S!!!
Crowd: NOV-EE! NOV-EE! NOV-EE!
Jack Anderson: Oh, please... enough with the idiotic chanting for this
moron!
Jim Robson: The fans really taking to the youngster! And I can see
why,
he's exciting, young, talented, and has plenty of heart!
Jack Anderson: And lacking ANY grey matter.
Jim Robson: Are you telling me you don't find November's style the
least
bit exciting?
Jack Anderson: Well, it's a little better with Suicidal Tendency
involved... then again, all four men are laid up pretty good out there,
so
I don't think any one of 'em is "involved".
[ The crowd continue to chant "NOV-EE!" ]
Jim Robson: What I find interesting is how is out of ring "persona",
if
you will, is totally different than his in-ring work...
Jack Anderson: Yeah, he's a boring, boring, no social life loser!
Jim Robson: I think what it is is this young man is a little "shy"...
a
little withdrawn, but when you put November in the ring, it's like he's
a
different person! It's like he comes alive with so much life, so much
energy...
Jack Anderson: Yeah, yeah, yeah... Anyways, speaking of life, both
teams
are stirring on the outside.
Jim Robson: Suicidal Tendency is up first... he climbs onto the
apron...
OH MY!!!
* WHAM!!! *
Crowd: Oooooohhhhhh!!!
[ Takisuma Ogama rose to his feet, spun S.T. around, lifted him up...
carried him to the beginning of where the concrete begins, quickly
with
the momentum of the extra weight, then with authority, laid Suicide out
with a Spinebuster. ]
Jim Robson: Ogama now, rolling Suicidal Tendency into the ring...
Gemini
getting to his feet... WAIT! NOVEMBER ONTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!!
* WHUD!!! *
[ As Gemini was getting to his feet, using the apron and IWF/WOW banner
for
leverage, Novy laid him out from behind with a sit-down dropkick... ]
Jack Anderson: Gemini just got drilled into the edge of the ring!!!
[ November gets to his feet, Ogama sees this... runs and leaps up to
the
nearest corner... ]
Jim Robson: SPRINGBOARD SPEAR!!!!!!!
* WHAM! *
Crowd: ...
[ November's head snaps back against the concrete with a sickening
thud. There's no movement on the part of the rookie. ]
Crowd: BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ Major heel heat for Ogama as he rises back up, no concern, no
feeling,
just plain no emotion whatsoever. Bobby Blair, from his location grins
widely. ]
Jack Anderson: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!! Damn, that was
smooth. At
least "Beautiful" Bob enjoyed it with me!
Jim Robson: You're despicable! This youngster's career could be
over!!!
Jack Anderson: And that's a bad thing?
Jim Robson: You're something else... heartless bastard!
[ Ogama lifts Gemini up and into the ring. Then takes his spot at his
corner, leaving November lying there. Gemini, incidentally, is
sporting a
nice busted nose - bleeding profusely. Inside the ring, Gemini, on his
knees... Suicidal Tendency bounds off the ropes... ]
Jack Anderson: Err, we got a match going on... BASEBALL SLIDE KICK...
Jim Robson: Right into Gemini's face!!!
[ Blood, from the nose, sprays all over Suicidal Tendency's boots in
tiny
speckles. A few fans at ringside grimace at the sight. ]
Jack Anderson: Okay, I'm starting to like this now! We got blood!
Jim Robson: I have nothing to say to that... you do it to yourself. I
can't help but think of November, he's still out...
[ EMT's arrive, trying to revive November... the fans don't pay too
much
attention to Tendency blasting away at Gemini in the ring... instead,
they're focused on Novy's condition. There's a definite silence, save
for
the sounds of Gemini and S.T. The medics wake him with smelling salts,
and
there's a collective sigh over the arena as November stirs... sitting
up
with the help of a couple paramed's - who hold up fingers to see if
he's
coherent and not amnesiac. ]
Jim Robson: Thank heavens...
Jack Anderson: NOW THIS!!! I don't friggin' believe it!
Crowd: NOV-EE!!! NOV-EE!!! NOV-EE!!!
[ The fans erupt as November gets to his knees, then stands... only he
pushes aside the EMT's, breathing a heavy breath (of relief?), he
climbs up
to his corner. ]
Jim Robson: This is pure heart people! This takes a lot of guts...
Jack Anderson: And a case of brain dam... dama... UUUUHHHHHH... dam...
damage.
Jim Robson: Would you stop it!
[ The EMT's look perplexed, but Novy will have nothing to do with them,
so
they head to the back. ]
Jack Anderson: Does this mean we can get back to the MATCH?
Jim Robson: Yes...
Jack Anderson: Good, cuz I've been watching that Jem-en-ee punk get
the
advantage... tag out to Ogama, the two delivered a double
clothesline...
something tells me Jem-boy ain't exactly a good "partner", not too
inovative...
Jim Robson: I think it's a contrast of styles.
Jack Anderson: Whatever! Like I was saying, I watched that, then here
we
are with Orgasma... Ogawa...
Jim Robson: Ogama...
Jack Anderson: Yeah, Ogama. Well, here we are with the Japanese
wrestler
and Suicidal Tendency in the ring. Just thought I'd bring you up to
date... seein' as how you were busy with everybody's brain-damaged
hero,
November...
Jim Robson: Ogama with a whip to the ropes - Tendency on the
rebound...
Sends him down with a knife edge chop to the throat!
[ Ogama, yes, still emotionless, lifts Tendency up, then side kick's
S.T.'s
right knee, thrust kick's the left knee, knocking S.T. to his, well,
knees. Ogama steps back, then delivers a drop kick to the face. ]
Jack Anderson: I think he calls that... "Ogama Kicks"... catchy.
Jim Robson: *sigh* Suicidal Tendency on his back and Ogama takes to
the
top!
[ Takisuma somersaults off, then lands with a knee right into S.T.'s
sternum. ]
Jack Anderson: *cough*
[ Gemini reaches out for a tag... ]
Jim Robson: Gemini also showing some heart here tonight, busted nose
and
all and he still wants to be a player in this match!
Jack Anderson: Yeah, right.
[ Ogama pays him no heed, but Gemini spins him around pointing to his
hand
for a tag. Ogama, having enough of it, spins around with a back elbow,
knocking Gemini off to the outside. ]
Jim Robson: That's not how you make a tag...
Jack Anderson: I don't think he wanted Gemini in their... look at his
nose, it'd only get worse! Ogama's just being considerate!
Jim Robson: With his cold face?! Please.
[ The Arena rises to their feet in cheers as a weary and sore, Suicidal
Tendency made a tag... just as Ogama turns around... S.T. rolls
forward,
landing in a school boy position as Ogama comes towards them... ]
Jim Robson: November runs, leaping off Suicide's back...
HURRICANRANA!!! He leans forward, hooking Ogama's legs...
[ The crowd pops. ]
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THREE!!!!!!!!!
* DING! DING! DING! *
[ The crowd gets louder, if it was possible, with deafening chants of
"NOV-EE!" ]
FRANCINE: Here are your winners... Suicidal Tendency and... November!!!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
WINNER: ST/November
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[ More applause for November. ]
Jack Anderson: Ahhh... crap... well, at least good ol' S.T. picked up
a
win... and what's this? Oh brother...
[ Gemini bows to both Suicidal Tendency and November... staring
intently at
S.T., as if to say, "This isn't over", then exits the ring. Ogama
rolls
out and walks out with a pissed off "Beautiful" Bobby Blair, but by the
look of Takisuma's face, the loss doesn't bother him. ]
Jim Robson: Heckuva effort by both teams here tonight on Mayhem! And
what
a comeback by November, that kid has unlimited potential in my honest
opinion...
[ Suddenly, Suicidal Tendency spins November around, lifting him up... ]
Jack Anderson: SUICIDE BOMB!!!!!!!
Crowd: BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
[ Major heel heat for S.T. as he delivers the move, then reaches for
his
cane... ]
* WHACK! *
* THWACK! *
* WHACK! *
[ The crowd boo's even louder with each sickening and cheap hit... S.T.
raises for another... ]
Jim Robson: MIGUEL HERNANDEZ!!! MIGUEL HERNANDEZ GRABS THE
CANE!!!! HERE COMES CHARLES GIBSON!!!!
[ The crowd cheers as the I/W ref and I/W chief of security tackle
Suicidal
Tendency to the ground. ]
Jack Anderson: Well, you had to figure good ol' Gibson and his goons
would
show up...
Jim Robson: Is it any wonder?! Heinous attack on November...
[ Charles Gibson and security force S.T. out of the ring and to the
back,
as the crowd cheers... only to be met with worried concerns as EMT's
rush
to the ring yet again for November. ]
Jack Anderson: Even I'm curious as to the extent of his injuries...
Jim Robson: Even with November's pain threshold, he looks like he may
be
in a bad way here tonight...
[ The Paramedics load Novy onto a stretcher, as the fans continue their
hushed silence. ]
Jim Robson: Folks, we hope the newcomer is alright, and I know he's
got a
lot of supporters out there, anxious to hear the word about his
condition... I can only say this, that kid's got heart! And I can
only
pray that he'll be gracing us here yet again next week... But we have
to
go to commercial... More Mayhem after this folks!
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