[WC-RAW] Results from King of Death -- February PPV -- Sunday, February 24, 2002

[Douglas Coleman]

King of Death
February PPV Event
February, 24, 2002
UIC Pavillion
Chicago, Illinois

[ The camera shot follows James Loyal & Lilith as they makes their way from
the parking lot, into the arena. Loyal is dressed in usual black leather as
Lilith is dressed in red snakeskin pants and a tight black shirt. Loyal is
carrying the luggage as both are chatting back and forth until Loyal runs
face to face with the man called War. The 2 stand eye to eye as each stares
a hole through the other. War is dressed in grey camo and a black shirt. He
never moves as Loyal steps a lil closer. Loyal pushes Lilith behind him.
Loyal reaches up and removes his shades. ]

Ironman: Well if it isn't the former World Champion War ... its nice to
finally meet face to .. face.

War: Likewise for now.

James: I know your not the friend type.. as I look at you now I see that
every man is a threat to your Title. And yes it is still your title..

War: Damn straight.

But I want you to know I respect you.

[ War stands in silence without moving. ]

Fine.. enough of the pleseantries, we both have the same enemy. You and me
are both are in danger of losing our spots that we are both good enough to
own. Right now were on diffrent tracks.. But if you will take care of
Byers.. I will take care of Walters. Maybe along the way we can help each
other out.

War: Who said I needed any help.

Do you even really know who in the hell I really am.

Ironman: I know that your on the edge of being desprite. Your a great
fighter I don't need to tell you that. But what Byers and Walters is doing
doesn't all happen in the ring. We have both lost to them before. I'm not
letting that happen again.

War: I will take care of my part for me. If I see a reason to help myself..
help you.. them maybe I will. Maybe I won't.

Ironman: Fine.. good enough. Just remember this down the line.

War: I will... just don't forget who your talking to.

Ironman: I don't think I could.

[ Loyal extends his hand for a handshake but WAR doesn't move. WAR lowers
his head and slowly stares at his hand. Loyal takes another stp closer and
is now right in WAR's face. WAR blows the hair into Loyal's face and accepts
his handshake. The 2 grip each other for only a second before Loyal pulls
his hand away. He picks up his bags and steps around WAR.. WAR brushes the
hair out of eyes eyes as he stares down The Ironman. ]

Ahh yes, King of Death. What a wonderful PPV for Windy City RAW. The first
King of Death tournament was held in 2001 -- who would forget that fateful
match between Dead on Arrival defeating all three members of the Freaks of
the Industry to become the first Windy City RAW hardcore champion! This
tournament looked to hold the same amount of fevor. While DOA, The Freaks of
the Industry, and most of those who participated in the original tournament
are no longer members of this federation, the tradition of greatness
remains. Though the Hardcore Belt is currently sitting on a shelf somewhere
in the WC-RAW building, the stakes of this match go much higher as the
winner of this tournament gets a shot at the world title.

High stakes indeed.

Buck Madison and Stan Willis welcomed everyone in TV land to Windy City
RAW's second King of Death tournament. Right off the bat, Madison and
Willis discussed the "alliance?" of War and "Ironman" James Loyal -- two
Windy City RAW superstars. Is this the beginning of a power group? Or is it
just the start of a respectfull relationship between the two wrestlers? Who
knows -- though Willis thought it wouldn't matter -- "both of them suck" --
that both wrestlers "couldn't get it done in the ring, what makes you think
they can become a team and win?"

Madison: There's always strength in numbers, Stan.

Willis: Pssh. Group a bunch of weaklings together, and what do you have? A
bunch of weaklings! War and Loyal are nothing. War is a FORMER champion
that --

Madison: That had his belt stripped from him by Byers.

Willis: War is still a former champion -- he doesn't hold the belt now, does
he? No. He's the former champion. End. Of. Discussion.

After a lull in this discussion, both commentators agreed to disagree -- so
to speak -- about this topic. As it stood, ladies and gentlemen, the current
federation champion is none other than "The Real Shit" Jamal Byers, who, as
Madison pointed out, would be facing War in a Parking Lot Match. Both
wrestlers would be out in the parking lot of the UIC Pavillion, duking it
out amongst the cars and the debree out there for the World Heavyweight
Championship. It would also mark the first time these two combatants faced
each other following the hideous display of power as War was stripped by
commissioner Byers of the championship. Would War have his revenge or would
Byers find a way to keep the belt around his waist? As Madison stated, those
answers would be found out later tonight. But first thing first -- The King
of Death tournament!

As Madison was quick to point out, this tournament would be one for the ages
as well -- first off, they were having a heated exchange between newcomer,
so to speak, Bel Biggz with WC-RAW veteran Shawn Borders. The good money was
that these two -- Biggz and Borders -- would be squaring off in the finals.
However, this is Windy City RAW and anything could happen! However, the
first match would be a very important match as Rage settles an old score
with The Bard.

KING OF DEATH TOURNAMENT: FIRST ROUND

Rage v. The Bard

Before the match started, Terry Kennedy, long time Windy City RAW In-Ring
announcer, stood in the center of the ring decked out in his familar tuxedo.
The crowd chanted "TK" as the minor celebrity stood in the ring smiling at
the crowd. He then lifted the mike to his mouth and announced the start of
the King of Death Tournament! The crowd went nuts. Before TK announced the
wrestlers, a clip was shown of the long history that these two men had
together, ending in the spear of The Bard through the door, as shown from
Virtual Brutality. Finally, TK announces the combatants -- first Rage and
then the Former US Champion Bard. Immediately, Rage chased The Bard, who
finally ducked out of the ring, getting away from furious Rage. The Bard
knew what was good for him as he stayed out on the ring apron, forcing the
ref to keep Rage back as he entered the ring. The Bard finally got into the
ring and Rage paced in the corner as he waited for The Bard to come out to
the center of the ring. The Bard then came to the center of the ring and
offered to shake Rage's hand. No hard feelings, right? Rage, however, was
going to make sure The Bard knew how he felt as he SPEARED The Bard right in
the center of the ring! The crowd went nuts as this match FINALLY got
underway. After the spear, Rage pounded fists into The Bard, who was in an
obvious amount of pain, his ribs apparently re-injured. However, Rage wasn't
going to let The Bard get away that easy as The Bard was easy pickings for
Rage's brawling style. To make a very one-sided match end very quickly, Rage
locked The Bard in an ankle-toe lock, from which the Bard quickly tapped
out. Rage would be the first one moving on in the tournament.

Winner: Rage via submission
Rating: 3/10

Bel Biggz v. SuperDeadly

Ah yes, how this match would follow suit. Bel Biggz, accompanied by his
newest manager, Hat von Hat, came to the ring first, receiving a large
amount of cheers. It appeared that the fans had forgiven Biggz of his XHCW
past. Would this bode well for him in the ring? Who knows. Meanwhile,
SuperDeadly came to the ring with very little fanfare -- the fans still were
trying to get a grasp of this new, yet mysterious, version of SuperDeadly.
However, if they had any doubts if SD still had high flying capabilities, it
was very soon put to rest as SD surprised Biggz with his speed and
quickness, overcoming Biggz's size and strength advantage. However, Biggz
would prove too be too much for SD as he fell victim to the Bel-Trasm. Guess
there wasn't much to say about this match.

Winner: Bel Biggz via pinfall
Rating: 2/10

[ Backstage... ]

Coleman: ...what the hell do you mean he's not here?

Lackey: Sir...I...I don't know...I was

Coleman: That stupid son of a...Where the hell is he? WHERE IS KHAN!?

Lackey: I was told that he called here and said he wasn't coming.

Coleman: That bastard. That f<beep>ing bastard! I'm going to kill him. Get
CUDA, get Hillbilly Joe Bob, get Jobber T, I don't CARE who you get but get
some in the ring in Khan's place.

Lackey: Yes sir.

[ The lackey leaves rather hurridly, happy to be away from Coleman's
anger. ]

Coleman: Damn that Khan. Damn him.

[ Coleman slams his fist in a speaker box. ]

[ ftb ]

"Same Old Savage" Shawn Borders v. Stone

Stone. Savage. Savage came out focused and determined to show everyone in
Windy City RAW that this wasn't the same Savage that we had seen in the last
month, slamming stone to the mat with a stiff Same Ole Suplex. As the match
pressed on, with Borders pretty much having his way with Stone. About
halfway through the match, Borders threw Stone over the guardrail and into
the crowd. As the crowd stood in awe, Borders hit Stone with a springboard
moonsault! The crowd went nuts as Borders showed off his hardcore roots.
However, Borders mercifully put the match away with a new version of The
Border Line. He quickly covered Stone for the 1...2...3.

Winner: "Same Old Savage" Shawn Borders
Rating: 2/10

Kryptonic v. Khan

Khan was a no show. From what Madison and Willis had gathered, Khan had
decided to take the day off and he called in sick, leaving Coleman to
scramble to find a replacement. Coleman's replacement? None other than
two-time World Champion CUDA. CUDA put up a valiant struggle but this
newcomer was simply too much for CUDA. Kryptonic slammed his Kryptonic
Krush, a Super Over the Shoulder Belly to Back Piledriver a.k.a. reverse
Michinoku driver.

Winner: Kryptonic via pinfall
Rating: 1/10

As the two announcers tried to figure out who this mysterious Kryptonic was,
Madison sent the PPV to a commercial, brought to you by National Flare
Industries

[ The camera fades into a dark office. All that is really visible is the
frame of the desk that sets in the center of the room. Everything above it
isn't visible. ]

VOICE: I would like to begin by thanking Douglas Coleman...

[ A light then shines down on JUSTEN TYHME, who is sitting in a chair behind
the desk. He wears a blue dress shirt with a silver tie. His glasses shine
in the light. ]

JUSTEN TYHME(smiling): and yes, heh heh, yeah, hmph, yes, yes that's right.
Justen _TYHME_ here, European renouned business tycoon, and _OWNER_ of the
highest grossing company in the world...THE FIRM.

[suddenly a ringing noise is heard in tune of "C.R.E.A.M.". Tyhme then
reaches down and pulls out his cell phone.]

TYHME(flips his phone open): Tyhme here...right...of course...Well you were
the one that told me...Ha! You're a character...oh yes...yes it's definatly
_TYHME._...Right, see you shortly.

[He then clutches his phone in apparent victory. He rubs his black goatee
and puts the phone away.]

TYHME(focusing again on the camera): Getting back to business here, sorry,
that happens to me everytime I am trying to do for you idiots out there
paying to see this mess, I MEAN, the BEST pay per view of the year!

[He then stops himself and recoups]

TYHME: In a few moments I will finally let you people know whom The FIRM
consists of. But first, I want to put a few thoughts on this whole "King Of
Death" Tournament. Originally, when I first talked to Mr. Coleman, we, The
FIRM, were envited to take part in this pay per view competitively. But once
we saw what the payday for appearing tonight live would have been, I
honestly laughed and said, "No Mr. Coleman, I think we would be better of
addressing the people from our headquarters in London, England." Of course,
he said that it was fine and he understood that we should be getting more
money. Well as far as I'm concerned the tournament tonight consists of
nothing but _WEAK_ wrestlers. And frankly, I myself don't have _TYHME_ for
the weak wrestlers. That's basically why I own a multi-million dollar
company, so I won't need to stick my foot in someone's punk ass.

[There's a knock at the door]

TYHME: Perfect THYMing. DONNIE, let them in please, I don't want to waist
anymore...um, _TYHME._

[The camera pans back and a huge body walks right behind the chair that
Justen Tyhme sits in. The large bald man wears a green three piece suit,
with a black shirt and a white tie with a dollar symbol on it. He udjusts
his glasses and loses his neck as he motions someone to step foward.]

TYHME: Windy City RAW, I now bring to you what you all have been waiting on.
I am now bringing in front of you the _ASSETT_ of The FIRM. With everysingle
successful organization comes a successful _CHAMPION._

[In steps in over right shoulder of Tyhme is a tall brown haired beauty. Her
blue eyes shine even more than the glitter that is painted around them. She
wears a long blue strapless evening gown, with gold shooting stars covering
the right side. She then smiled and raises her left arm and put it around
the man that steps in beside her.]

TYHME: Windy City RAW, does this man look familiar?

[He just shakes his head as the water drips from his spiked brown hair, and
splatters on his blue and yellow striped Polo.]

TYHME: This is the champion I am talking about. This is the man that has
made The FIRM a success, and this man will be your savior from all of the
weak wrestlers.

THIS IS...._MATTHEW DEE!!!!_

[The former Windy City RAW superstar just smirks. The girl beside him just
stares at him, totally enthralled by him and begins whiping the sweat from
his brow.]

TYHME: All I needed were three things for MATTHEW and I. Muscle, happiness,
power, and greatness. This big giant mother f#$ker towering over me is the
muscle, _MY_ personal bodyguard and Head Enforcer for National Flare
Industries...DONNIE DOLLAHS.

[DOLLAHS just folds his arm and begins shaking and breathing heavy, like
he's about to explode.]

TYHME: The power, well you're looking at the greatest wrestler in the world,
Matthew dee. The happiness, well that is that cute little thing beside him.
dee's main squeeze folks, her name is A.J. Look at her, do I need to say
anything more? No? I didn't think so. Why don't I let the soon-to-be Windy
City RAW World Champion have a word, ore maybe two. Matthew?

[The camera then pans up to Matthew dee and A.J. clutching his left arm
looking up at dee.]

=MATTHEW DEE= Windy City, the champion is about to come back into town! Now
I don't know what the hell this _REAL SHITTY_ champion thinks he's doing
right now holding _MY_ belt, but he'll soon learn, or whomever the champion
may be, that I, _MATTHEW_ dee am the best thing going today. Ask her, ask
Tyhme, hell, you can ever ask big Donnie, I am sure Don will at least give
you a grunt or something. I am better than _YOU._

[He laughs at himself, along with the rest of The FIRM]

=MATTHEW DEE= It's not _MATTY_ dee anymore. I have done some serious growing
up over the past year. Multi-millions of dollars growing up, y'get what I
mean? I have come back to Windy City RAW not for any personal reasons, I
have come back simply for one thing, the World Championship. COLEMAN, I
don't give a shit who you put in front of me. It won't take you
but one match to see that this new, six foot three, two hundred and forty
three pound war machine is all you could ever want in a man to take _YOUR_
company on his shoulders and run in straight to the stars, with the help of
the most successful business _UNIT_ today, The FIRM. People, don't you shy
away from what you're looking at right now. You will be seeing us a lot,
and I mean _A LOT._ Especially me, _YOUR_ favorite idol and champion,
_MATTHEW_ dee. A.J.? You got anything to tell these people that I didn't get
to?

[A.J. looks at Matthew and thinks. Then she turns to the camera.]

A.J.(smiling): All of your Chi-Town whores can just stay home because on the
first night that this sexual machine comes throught Chicago. All of you
ladies can look but don't touch. I f$$k him and you don't, bitches. Remember
these things.

[She gives a shitty smile and then goes back to looking at dee. Matthew
turns to the camera as it pans back showing all FIRM members.]

=MATTHEW DEE= Is there anything else left to say? Stick around people, the
fun has just started. Watch your pockets. The FIRM Biz has now officially
began. Stay tuned to see when you can see me f$$k somebody up in my ring
return to the Windy City. Until then, get bent...morons. Heh heh heh...

[All of the FIRM members begin to laugh except for Donnie Dollahs, he stands
there still emotionless grinding his teeth showing lots of intesity. The
screen then fades to black.]

**THIS FOLLOWING SEGMENT WAS BROUGHT TO YOU AND PAID FOR BY The FIRM and
NATIONAL FLARE INDUSTRIES**

BM: What the hell is this federation coming to?

SW: Pardon?

BM: Khan's a punkass now, Borders is psychotic, now Matty dee...

SW: That's Matthew dee.

BM: Matthew dee is back into this federation...and Coleman doesn't seem to
have any control over the federation?

SW: As if he did before? Look, Coleman is raking in big bucks right now
thanks to these hightly talented and energized wrestlers. Besides, Coleman
couldn't even keep this federation out of the hands of Liermann, what makes
you think he'd do better without him?

BM: Coleman has been a great president -- he has always done what is best
for Windy City RAW.

SW: Then why the hell is Loyal on the roster?

BM:...what?

SW: He has wrestlers like Walters that works his ass off for the federation,
yet he treats Loyal like a god. I just don't get it.

BM: Loyal is a pretty good wrestler...his work ethic is commendable.

SW: Yeah, he likes to hit fans. He likes to drag them on their faces. Yeah.
Good role model.

BM: Hey now, listen here..

SW: Shaddup. We have a match coming up. You know? What you're hired to do.

KING OF DEATH TOURNAMENT: SECOND ROUND

Rage v. Bel Biggz

Rage put his brawling technique against the skill and technique of Bel
Biggz. Madision, still a little miffed, spoke volumes of praise about both
wrestlers.

BM: ...And Rage is back, ladies and gentlemen, with little sign of the back
injury that sidelined him for a year, even forcing him to retire.

SW: Too bad that old sad sack didn't stay retired. Rage: Moses called, he
want's his year book back.

BM: What? Rage is still in great shape and I think Rage has been looking
pretty good in his return to wrestling.

SW: Yeah. In a couple years, he can be spokesperson for the AARP. The man is
friggin old. I'm surprised Coleman lets him stay in. He's going to break a
hip!

BM: I just --

SW: The man needs a damn scooter to make it to the ring!

BM: What about Bel Biggz? His opponent this evening?

SW: Biggz? Biggz sucks. He was good when he was under the guidance of XHCW,
but he's just not cutting the mustard on his own.

BM: What the hell? Where do you get this from? Are you even watching the
same federation?

SW: Yeah. Well, I do take naps now and then.

BM: I will never understand you sometimes.

SW: My wife said that right before she divorced me.

BM: Big surprise.

SW: Yep.

BM: All right, let's send this to the ring to get the announcements from
noneother than Terry Kennedy as we enter the second round of the tournament.

Both cambatants came to the ring -- first Rage followed by Bel Biggz -- and
the match quickly got underway. Bel, at first, was somewhat overtaken by
Rage's strictly brawling technique as Bel fell victim to some of Rage's
improvised moves. However, Bel battled back and soon found an opening,
unleashing a barriage of powermoves, ending with a tilt-a-whirl driver to
take control of the match. Bel went for an early pin, but Rage kicked out.

Rage soon found himself on the receiving end of a very structured technical
attack, with some high-flying moves mixed in as Biggz wowed the Windy City
RAW fans with a quick succession of moves, ending with a top rope splash.
But Rage refused to be pin, showing his characteristic stamina. As Biggz
begin to another offensive flurry, Rage turned the tables -- Biggz sent Rage
into the ropes for a clothesline, but Rage ducked, bounced off the ropes,
and slammed Biggz to the mat with a Spear. Rage then went for his ankle-toe
lock but as he grabbed Bel's foot, Bel ingenously pushed off and rolled
over, slamming the heel of his right boot into Rage's temple, staggering the
former Hardcore champion. Biggz quickly siezed the opportunity, slamming
Rage to the mat with his Bel-Trasm and quickly covering Rage for the
victory.

Winner: Bel Biggz via pinfall
Rating 5/10

Savage v. Kryptonic

Savage came to the ring first in this match that looked to be a match that
the veteran Savage in the bag. However, this mysterious masked fiend that is
Kryptonic would not give in to this Savage, forcing Borders to go for more
and more daring spots that made the crowd go wild. As the match played on,
Savage displayed more and more...well...savagery, slamming Kryptonic to the
mat with a standing huracanrana off the top turnbuckle. Savage went for a
pen, but Kryptonic refused to go down for the count.

Savage pressed on, hitting a Retrograde (springboard 180 flipping leg drop)
on Kryptonic. But Kryptonic showed a surprising resilence, taking shot after
shot but never giving up. Finally, Kryptonic had seen enough and took
control of the match with a devisting Spin Cycle (an inverted swinging neck
breaker). Now it was Kryptonic's turn to give the audience a show.

And what a show it was. Kryptonic quickly wore down his opponent with a
combination aerial assult/submission moves as Kryptonic showed the wrestling
world that he meant business. Soon, Savage found himself being lifted up for
the Kryptonic Krush and it was all she wrote.

Winner: Kryptonic via pinfall
Rating: 8/10

[ Time is ticking down. War is shown in the back getting ready for his big
match with Jamal Byers. His anger, his hate, his pent up rage will all be
let out tonight. With each passing second, the desire, the obessession to
become the world champion again grows. War has on his gray camo pants (Just
like how Kurt Russell had them in Escape From New York), a tight black
t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, his black wrist bands as well as his elbow
pads and a metal zipper in the middle that goes down to his mid chest. He
also has on his black military issue commando boots. War is now sporting a
goat tee with a five o'clock shadow to boot. He runs his hands through his
medium length brown hair and grunts impatiently. Just WAITING for the match
to start is driving War crazy. He wants to dismember Jamal Byers and he
doesn't want to wait anylonger then he has to. He just paces back and forth
like a caged animal. He stops and looks at the camera, giving it that almost
pyschotic look... he speaks. ]

War: Tonight, well, tonight will be a grand night for me. Tonight I finally,
FINALLY get my hands on Jamal Byers. Jamal, your reign as commissioner will
come to astounding halt. When we fight each other tonight... no one is going
to be safe. Not you, not the ref, this camera guy. Nobody. I don't think I'm
going to have the pateints enough to wait. Jamal Byers, your death will come
to no suprise to anyone when I get my hands on you. One last time I will
beat you in a match. One last time to end it all. I will regain MY title
back. There's no stopping me. When you get within striking distance of me,
all bets are off. No one will see the massive amounts of blood you will
spill. Tonight, at King of Death 2, the world will lay claim and witness the
destruction of YOU! Trust me.

[ Ftb. ]

US Championship Match
Ladder Match
Jeremy Walters (c) w/ Darryl Baxter v. "Ironman" James Loyal w/Lilith

This was the match many in the audience had come to see. The crowd grew in
anticpation as a spotlight was poured over the glimmering US Belt, the gold
shimmering in the bright spotlight. This was a title to behold, indeed. The
challenger, "Ironman" James Loyal came to the ring first, with the ever
present Lilith by his side. Loyal looked more determined than ever before as
he slowly stalked to the ring, high-fiving the crowd as he made his way to
the ring, letting Lilith in first. The crowd gave mixed reactions -- I guess
too many disapproved of the Loyal's uncharacteristic slip. So be it.

A hard-rock version of Nights on Bald Mountain came blasting over the
speakers as Jeremy Walters, the US Champion and perhaps one of the most
hated men in Windy City RAW, came to the ring, his manager, none other than
Darryl Baxter accompaning him. Walters stood on the outside of the ring and
stared up at Loyal, his sensai smirking at this so called "ironman." Finally
he nodded and Walters slowly made his way into the ring.

The bell echoed in the arena as the two combatants circled each other. The
tension, as the late, great, Gorilla Monsoon used to say, "was so thick you
could cut it with a knife." Finally, the two men locked up like two elk.
However, neither man was able to gain the advantage. They locked again, this
time, Walters kicked Loyal on the kneebrace, causing Loyal to buckle. It
became quickly clear that the plan for Walters was to go after Loyal's main
weakness -- his knees.

Walters quickly slammed Loyal to the mat with a clothesline and dropped a
few elbows into Loyal's, sending the challenger reeling. As Walters got set
up for his fourth elbow drop, Loyal deftly moved out the way and tied
Walters up with a scissor head lock! Walters gasped for breath as the ref
moved into position to make sure that Walters wasn't giving up. Walters,
however, had no intention of giving up as he looked for any way to get out
of the hold. Walters seemed to fade and the ref went to check on him, but
with his attention drawn away, Baxter fiendishly pulled Walters' leg and
placed it on the bottom rope. The ref saw this and quickly forced Loyal to
remove the hold. Lilith shouted a protest and the ref came over to admonish
Baxter, who played dumb, but turned his back on the ring action, missing
Walters dig out the deadly brass knuckles, and slam it into Loyal's
forehead, sending the wrestler to the mat with a thud. As Lilith again
shouted over the illegal actions, Loyals tossed the knucks behind him --
right into Baxter's hands. The ref checked the now barren knuckles of
Walters and checked his tights -- nothing. Seemed as if Lilith was just
making noise. And it seemed a member of the audience was letting her have it
as well.

Walters, now with the clear upperhand, picked up Loyal's leg and slammed it,
knee first, to the mat, causing Walters to grab his knee in obvious pain.
Walters then grabbed Loyal and put him in a punishing Boston Crab! The ref
went to check on Loyal, sliding down to the mat as Loyal shook his head to
answer the ref's question. Seeing the opening, Walters had Baxter throw him
his brass knucks and Walters punched Loyal in the knee repeatedly. Finally,
after a five count, the ref forced Walters, who had stuffed the knucks into
his tights again, to release Loyal.

Walters seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. The US Champion
smirked as he walked around his "work of art." Loyal lay motionless, in
obvious pain, yet Walters looked like the cat who just ate the canary. He
picked Loyal up by the hair, expecting Loyal to be a pushover. However,
Loyal wasn't completely out of it, slamming a fist into Walters vulnerable
stomach, forcing the US Champ to double over. Loyal stood Walters up with a
vicious kick to the chest and then quickly slammed Walters to the mat with
an uranage. With Walters motionless in the middle of the ring, Loyal rolled
out of the ring and dug out one of the ladders from underneath the ring. He
slid the ladder into the ring and climbed into the ring. He erected the
ladder up in the middle of the ring as Walters stirred. As he reached the
top, Walters got to his feet and drop kicked the side of the ladder, sending
Loyal over the top rope and onto the floor. The ref went to check on Walters
as Baxter walked over to Loyal with the air of "checking on Loyal." He
walked over to Loyal and started helping him up, only to slam him to the mat
with a vicious clothesline. Loyal landed on his neck and cradled his head as
Baxter slid him into the ring. Walters had set the now bent ladder in the
corner. The battered Loyal was easy pickings for Walters as he hurled him
into the corner with an Irish Whip, the crash of aluminum rang like a crash
of thunder in the arena. The ladder, bent inwards, cascaded over as Loyal
landed on the mat in a heap. Loyal seized the opportunity to grab Loyal by
the foot and slammed his knee into the ladder. He then picked up the right
foot and repetaed the process. Walters unmercifully repeated this process a
total of six times before the referee finally stepped in. Forcing Walters
back. Walters argued with the referee, keeping the referee preoccupied as
Baxter started to choke Loyal.

By this time, the sweet Lilith had seen enough. Lilith bravely pulled the
behmoth Baxter off her man. It worked. Baxter turned and glared at Lilith.
Lilith, smart enough to realize that she not going to be able to put up much
of a fight against Baxter and backed away, but as she did, she found her
hair suddenly grabbed by a member of the audience! She turned to get her
hair unstuck but instead caught a vicious karate chop to the throat. Lilith
looked up and saw her attacker for the first time. The ringside camera
panned toward the attacker -- it was blond woman with an athletic build,
though she remained extremely beautiful. Her silk robe belied her grace as
she stood unmoving. Suddenly, she lept on the guard rail and slammed Lilith
to the floor with a vicious spinning heel kick! The momentum sent Lilith
into the steel guardrail as her attacker landed beautifully on the mat
floor. She turned and looked at Baxter, who nodded his approval. This
mysterious woman then went under the ring apron and slid a new ladder into
the ring.

Walters, for the most part, ignored it. He was too intent on crippling
"Ironman" James Loyal. He picked up the dilapidated ladder to slam into
Loyal's knee, but Loyal rolled out of the ring and Walters slammed the
ladder into the mat, catching him in the throat! Loyal quickly dove into the
ring and grabbed the ladder and slammed it into Walters, shoving it several
times into Walters' forehead, finally stopping as he broke open Walters'
forehead. Loyal then placed the now almost unrecognizable ladder on Walters
and lumbered over to where he placed his trusty sledgehammer. But Baxter got
there first and snatched the hammer just as Loyal got there! Loyal bickered
with Baxter for the sledgehammer but Baxter taunted Loyal with it. Loyal
hadn't realized the appearance of this strange new woman cause he would
never have ignored her. As it stood, she had climbed the top rope of the
turnbuckle behind her and, as the ref entered the discussion, attempting to
send Baxter back because he though Baxter was going to use the sledgehammer
to interfere in the match, Loyal turned around to check on Walters and
caught the spinning heel kick from the top rope -- the same move she had
just hit on Lilith -- and the move sent him back outside the ring!

This mystery woman quickly set up the new ladder in the middle of the ring,
tossing the old one out of the ring. She quickly revived Walters and moved
him over to the ladder, as he was still a little disoriented. He slowly made
his way up to the ladder as Loyal tried to get to his feet. Baxter motioned
to the ring area and the ref turned and ran to the ring, making sure to keep
an eye on the in-ring action. Baxter used the opportunity to make his way to
the ring area and worked on Loyal, stomping him until the ref came over,
admonishing him. Baxter finally backed off, having dropped the sledgehammer
by Loyal. That's when the mystery woman slinked to the hammer, picking it
up, though she struggled with it. She flung it back....but Lilith was there
and grabbed it on the backswing. Lilith slammed a right into the woman, who
dropped the sledgehammer, and took the woman by surprise. However, Lilith
caught two quick kicks into the stomach and she was sent into the stairs,
sending the stairs cascading on the floor and Lilith was, once again,
unconcious. She turned to return the attack on Loyal, but Loyal was gone. He
was back in the ring, this time with the Sledgehammer! Loyal, using every
ounce of strength he had, swung the hammer into the aluminum ladder,
breaking part of it and sending the ladder reeling sickly, just as Walters
had his fingers on the US Belt! The slamming of the ladder caused Walters'
hand to slam into the one of the two ropes holding the belt to break! The
strap cascaded down and was almost low enough for Loyal to grab it with his
outstretched hand! Walters quickly kicked Loyal's hand out of the way and
hit a missle dropkick off the top of the ladder!

Needless to say, Walters came out of the ring and went for yet another
ladder. He grabbed one and very angrilly tossed it into the ring. He jumped
into the ring and set the ladder up as a now battered Loyal, who had taken
Walters to the extreme -- again -- but couldn't handle the onslaught of
three people, lay gasping for breath. Walters grinned through the mass of
dried blood on his face and lay the original ladder on Loyal. Walters than
climbed his way to the top of the ladder, grabbed the belt, and dove off the
top of the ladder, hitting Loyal with an East Villiage Press!

The bell sounded as Walters, Baxter, and mystery woman celebrated in the
ring. Walters was holding his ribs, showing some signs that the jump from
the ladder had taken a bit out of him. The three people then started
pounding on the Loyal. Suddenly, the crowd cheered as Rage and War came out
of the back. War had a gash on his forehead and blood had dripped to his
chest, but he made it into the ring. However, Walters, Baxter, and mystery
woman had gotten out of the ring -- with US Belt in hand -- and as the two
men darted into the ring. Lilith had finally come around and Rage helped her
to her feet. Walters, however, stood on the ramp with microphone in hand and
taunted War. Apparently, Baxter and Walters had jumped War in the backstage
area!

"SO MUCH FOR THE ALLIANCE OF LOYAL AND WAR!"

Baxter picked up the microphone and shouted to Rage that "he had better be
study what just happened because it was going to happen to him at Extreme
Measures!"

Winner: Jeremy Walters
Rating: 10/10

[ Camera cuts to the back where Shawn Borders is walking through the hallway
dressed in street attire and has a duffle bag with him. He has a look of
disappointment on his face as he walks. One of the ring crew workers is
standing drinking a cup of coffee as Borders approaches. ]

Ring Worker: Hey Shawn, man that was some amazing stuff you pulled off out
there tonight.

Borders: Yeah....

Ring Worker: Hey man, I know your probably down after losing, just keep
going after that belt man, after seeing what you did tonight, it looks like
your on the path, you just need to keep going.

Borders: Yeah man, whatever...

[ Borders continues to walk as the ring worker watches him with a look of
confusion on his face. As he continues to walk the head booker Travis Mann
stops him. ]

Travis: Hey Shawn, you did an excellent job out there.

[ Travis extends his hand to shake Shawn's, but Shawn just looks at his hand
then back up at Travis. ]

Travis: Well... After tonight I saw that it looks like your really
determined for that title, and...

Borders: Yeah ok Travis, I gotta go.

[ Borders continues off with Travis leaving the same expression on his face
as did the ring crew worker. As he continues this time he runs into a man
and his child. The child is hold a piece of paper and a pen. ]

Man: Um, Mr. Borders, my son wanted to know if he could have your autograph.
You've been like his hero since the beginning of WHWF.

Borders: (looking down at the kid) I'm not a hero kid, just another has
been. Find another role model.

[ Borders continues on and walks out the exit doors and into the parking
lot, the camera fades as Borders gets into his car and drives off. ]

KING OF DEATH TOURNAMENT: FINAL ROUND

Biggz v. Kryptonic

Following that classic match, these two combatants met in the ring. The fact
that Kryptonic had somehow made it this far had stunned several people,
including Madison and Willis. These two combabtants battled feriociously as,
somehow, these two wrestlers kept a high-energy attack! Both these
wrestlers showed a high-degree of technical wrestling skills and aerial
abilities, dazzling the crowd with their very well matched skills. The moves
where hard to keep up with, Spin Cycle, Superkick, Corner DDT, Tornado DDT,
Figure four, Running Lariat...both wrestlers pulled out all the stops in
what had to be the most electric match of the evening. The 2-counts, the
small packages, the bridge pins...these wrestlers just worked non-stop, move
after wonderful move. The words on this event just don't do it justice.

However, Kryptonic seemed to come out ontop, hitting his Defamation (double
underhook rocker dropper), slamming Biggz to the mat. Kryptonic followed it
with another Spin Cycle and, from there, took control of the match,
methodically taking Biggz down a few notches with a reverse lifting DDT. The
match returned to its high pitched fevor but Kryptonic quickly Squelshed any
chance for Biggz with his patented Kryptonic Krush. However, for added pain
and torture, Kryptonic locked Biggz in his Excruating Pain -- a move that's
aptly named. Basically, Biggz is laying face down, Kryptonic is at the legs
of the opponent. He pulls the opponents arms back and wraps them around his
legs, he then puts the opponent in a boston crab but instead of standing,
he's kneeling on the person's back, he also pulls his legs up to stretch the
opponent's arm. (it looks like the tarantula except it's done on the mat,
not the ropes). Biggz refused to tap out, shaking his head no. Finally, the
pain became just too much and, with Hat von Hat screaming against it, Biggz
relented. The ref quickly called for the bell and Kryptonic was named the
shocking winner.

Winner: Kryptonic
Rating: 10/10**

BM: Well, this video was taped earlier this week...

So here is the premiere look at WC-RAW's newest star, Jorge "The Cuban
Missile" Cardera!

[ Camera fades into a gymansium. Many people are hitting throwing lefts and
rights at heavy bags while others are content to use the treadmill. Other
burly men extend their chests on the bench press...

However, only two men occupy the ring, and they are not fighting. On the
left is a tall, lanky Mexican man. Beside him is a hispanic male built like
a Brick Shithouse.

From behind a thick mustache and beard he grits his teeth at you through the
camera. He's dressed in full camoflauge gear with a camo hat. ]

(The thin man opens his mouth, and begins to speak.)

Skinny man: Hello there, people of Windy City RAW. My name is Julio Valdez,
but you can call me "El Jefe."

(Hmmm, what does that mean?)

Julio Valdez: For all of you Spanish iliterate, that means "The Boss" or
"The manager." As you can see, I am more likely to be the manager in this
case...to my left is "the boss."

(Zoom in on the face of the big, hairy scary guy in camo.)

JV: His name is Jorge "The Cuban Missile" Cardera, and he is the most
brutal, hateful anti-american this side of Khandajar! And trust me when I
say, you will become quite familiar with his exploits.

(Jorge looks insanely into the camera...tensing his cheeks, his whole face
vibrates. The camera then zooms out again to show the two in the ring.)

JV: You see, Jorge here is sick of the plague of materialism that is not
only destroying the values of this country.

But that of the whole world.

And even more so, it is destroying the sport he loves, wrestling.

So he has come to your Chicago based federation for one reason...

He has come to purify wrestling.

No more of this, "Sports Entertainment" crap. No more flying like a monkey
so you can sell T-Shirts. No more ridiculous, off the topic promos.

Just a 280 pound man crushing you into a ball and leaving you a bulbous,
bloody mess.

For every infidel he faces, it shall be another gringo sent to el horno to
burn up.

Every idiot with dreams of women and money shall be put into the ultimate
humility maquina.

Every one will face "The Cuban Missile..."

And every one will fall.

(The camera focuses back in the Cuban Missile's face. From off camera, Julio
Valdez's voice is made like a voice over.)

JV: Every revolution begins with an individual act of retaliation.

For WC-RAW, its name is Jorge Cardera.

(The big man breathes deeply in and out, his cheeks inflating and deflating
as he does so. Slowly, he begins to mouth words in gutteral tones.)

Jorge "The Cuban Missile" Cardera: El tiempo por acción ha comencido...

Viva

la

Revolución.

[ ftb ]

World Championshp Match
Parking Lot Battle
"The Real S#@!" Jamal Byers (c) v. War

The match had already started before the cameras were rolling. As Byers had
been walking to the Parking Lot area outside the arena, War had ambushed
him. The camera, hot on the trail, folled the trail of debris, the dented
kegs of beer, the destroyed vendor areas, even the disgruntled fans who lay
unconcious after the storm that was War rolled through. Finally the cameras
caught up to the two wrestlers, already heavilly embroiled in their matchup.
Byers didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight as War simply held the
upper hand. War sent Byers into car after car, even denting a rather nice
Mercedes. It looked like the match was won as Byers was reeling after being
slammed head first into a Volkeswagon bug. War set up for a Kick of Fear and
went to slam it into Byers, but Byers was able to move out of the way and
War's boot went right through the windshield! Byers used the opportunity to
use the great equalizer, slamming a knee into War's groin. Byers then
pressed the attack, smashing War's forehead into one of the Bug's
headlights. War slumped to the ground, peeling the plate off. Byers went to
press the attack, but War rolled over, slamming the plate into Byers'
temple.

War simply went ballistic, almost giving into the darkside of himself. He
went all out, slamming Byers into trash cans, dumpsters, BMWs. Byers was, in
a word, getting his ass throughly kicked.

That was, until they showed up.

Out of one of the side doors, Walters and Baxter dove out, grabbing War and
whipping him into one of the tires of a nearby car. The three men, as Byers
recovered, started pounding away on the former world champion, driving their
heels into War. Out of no where came War's back up -- Rage and Loyal. Rage
dove off the hood of an SUV, spearing Baxter into the hood of the BMW and
putting Baxter's back in an awkward position. Loyal, still bruised and
banged up from his earlier run in with Walters, grabbed Walters and through
him onto the hood of the Bug. Byers, shocked by the fact that his main
forces had been broken up, jumped up on the hood of a car and was set to hit
Rage with a flying clothesline when War sprang to his feet and sent Byers
through the convertable's cabin with a Kick of Fear! But what War didn't
realize was that Byers had a backup plan!

Tires squealed in the parking lot as a black limo pulled into view, catching
War by surprise. He stared down the length of the convertable he had just
sent Byers through when one of Byers' masked thugs came from behind and
rammed War's head into the car with a bull dog! With War out of commission,
Rage suddenly found himself being tossed into a dumpster by Baxter, who had
gained the upper hand, but was still obviously smarting. Baxter grabbed the
unconcious Byers and carried him into the limo as the second man in
dropkicked Loyal's right knee, with Walters using the momentum to send Loyal
to the concrete with a DDT. Walters, Baxter, and the man in black all dove
into the limo and the limo pealed out of the parking lot as War, bleeding
a-new, ran after them. The camera followed the limo over War's shoulder as
it turned out of the parking lot and onto the street. War slammed his fist
into the car in front of him -- the black Mercedes -- and screamed Byers'
name. Though this match seemed over the question had to be asked...

Who just won?

Winner ???

[ ftb ]

* On-Card RP's provided by:
"Ironman" James Loyal
Matthew dee
War
"Same Ole Savage" Shawn Borders
Jorge "The Cuban Missile" Cardera

** Editor's Note: Though this match was written very quickly and reads like
a havoc match, I want Biggz and Kryptonic to know that this was, by far, the
TOUGHEST match to call. Thanks to both competitors in this match. Then
again, thanks to EVERYONE for making this PPV one of the hardest PPVs to
call! Keep up the great work.