[AWMC] Cruise Control III: Revelations, Hour II (05/14/00)
Patrick Doyle
but depicts only smoke. For a few moments, nothing happens. Then, a familiar
voice picks up over the PA system. The voice is low, almost whispering. The
crowd is forced to silence, just to hear anything.)
Voice: The sun sets on my memories. Many from the early life are gone.. just
gone, one way or another. Life has left a rotting shell, with me still in
it. I see others from that time. Fools and dullards all. They don't remember
quite like I do. Heh.. so, the philosopher is never a married man. I'd love
to shoot the imbecile who said that. Why me? Why not someone else?
(Within the cloud of smoke appears a pair of eyes. Slowly they grow closer..
or larger. Either way.)
Voice: Content. The children are content right now. Content to play their
games and run under the sun. The few remnants of the previous generation
continue unabated, yet unappreciated.. not quite yet unwanted. Never know
what new little thing might come along. I've always gone toward the future
and left my own past buried in my wake.. yet never let myself be blown
around by the winds. Some make it look easy. They are mere animals, walking
around on two legs. They have nothing inside that is truly their own and
you'll always see them with a finger in the air. But... I know who they
are.. yes, I do. Oh, I know them.
(Anger, or perhaps just raw fury becomes apparent in the voice now. It is
still somewhat calm. An exerted calm, at least.)
Voice: Arrogance is always born to those who find the greatest of schemes
inescapable. Just what is it, this scheme? It lies just beyond the borders
of consciousness, itself. I found it. I touched it. I knew the face of God.
I knew the maggots. I knew the rats.. and I knew people. Oh, I KNEW people.
(The last outburst causes disturbances in the audience. The disembodied eyes
grow larger on the screen and take an angry
look. Fury wells within the voice with wild intensity. The eyes look down at
the audience, as if addressing everyone in attendance
personally.)
Voice: Godforsaken Pitworms, feeding on their own. Dogs who need a higher
form of life to cleanse them of the remnants of their own activities.
Stupid.. brainless.. have to make noise at the closest lack of
understanding. Always and ETERNALLY making excuses for that which is not
known! Always looking at the empty sky and not the traveled path. WHERE'S
THE MASTER YOU SO DESPERATELY SEEK, YOU FOOLS? THE SKY IS BUT AN EMPTY VOID
WHICH YOU FILL WITH YOUR STUPIDITY. SURELY I CAN _NOT_ BE ONE OF THESE.
(A pause. The eyes half close.)
Voice: .... but I am. Forgive, fellow maggots. Hate is here.
(The eyes disappear from the smoke. After a while, the titantron clears and
the lights fade back to normal.)
JS: Fans..we have heard this voice alot over the last several weeks and I am
clueless as to who
MT: I've gotta feeling we're gonna find out tonight!
JS: Earlier on we saw a sick and disgusting attack on Ujimoto Mizukawa. We
just got word during the last match that Uji has been sent to the hospital.
We will try to update you later on his condition as details are available.
MT: We still have a three way dance scheduled for later tonight. And you
have to wonder what’s going through Kuwasi Shakur’s mind right now.
JS: I have to wonder that myself.
["BAWITDABA" by Kid Rock begins to play as..]
JS: We know who that is
[Brittney Christopher, Daniel Wright, Sebastion Manning, and Shane
Christopher make their way to the ring.]
MT: The Threat is making their way to the ring. You have to believe these
guys benefit from what happened tonight.
[Brittney Christopher and Daniel Wright lead the way for their team.
Brittney is dressed in a pink business suit her blond hair pulled back in a
ponytail and her eyes shinning in the spotlight. Brittney is carrying her
new toy, a Singapore cane and has a long set of white pearls around her
neck.]
JS: They’re featured in tonight’s tag team showdown, so I’d tend to agree.
[Daniel Wright is dressed in a purple business suite. He's carrying a couple
of long stem red roses in his left hand and his right arm is locked with
Brittney's left arm. They both walk to the ring with a confident swagger.]
MT: Daniel with roses? isn't he ever the gentlemen -- I guess.
[Following Brittney and Daniel are Shane Christopher and Sebastion
Manning.The two members of The Threat are not dressed in their usual
wrestlingattire. They are instead dressed in black jump suits. In their hand
they'rewaving two black masks in the air as if they’re mocking the crowd
with them.]
JS: Look at Shane and Sebastion...they're?..no they can't be?
MT: What are you talking about John?
JS: Look how they're dressed...
MT: Black..head to toe..what is your point.. Oooh. My…
[As all four enter the ring they are greeted with a loud chorus of boos.
Brittney smiles to the crowd and gives them a cheerleader type bow. Shane
and Sebastion walk to opposite corners of the ring and take a seat on the
top rope. Daniel Wright takes a mic.]
Daniel Wright: I'm sure you all have guessed by now
[The crowd fills the arena with loud S.O.B chants]
Daniel Wright: Yes..Yes..Yes..The biggest mystery in the history of
Pay-Per-view television has been solved...
MT: God…
JS: Look how arrogant Daniel has become..
MT: He can’t mean!
Daniel Wright: It's true..Ujimoto Mizukawa..may his career rest in peace. I
brought him here, and I’m sending him back!
[Daniel throws the roses down and bows his head]
Daniel Wright: A moment of silence please!
MT: I can’t believe him! The nerve!
[Daniel continues to bow his head..then he looks up straight into the
camerawith a evil smirk and stomps on the flowers.]
Daniel Wright: Uji, it's time for you to cash in on your return ticket to
Japan, the life I gave you here in the states has just been taken away.
[Brittney takes the mic from Daniel..she smiles to her men sitting on the
corner posts.]
Brittney Christopher: Who shot JFK? Who Shot JR? Who crushed the leg of Uji
Mizakawa? You’re looking at the people who are responsible for one of those
three acts.
[The crowd starts to salute Brittney with a "Brittney is a Bitch" chant]
JS: THIS IS HORRIBLE!
Brittney Christopher: Now Shakur, Mizukawa, Akira...do the right thing. Hand
over the belts to the team that you know own them. Hand them over to the
team you know own you. Shakur, Mizakawa, understand this. What we did was a
favor to you. We beat you once, we would have beat you twice. Do the right
thing.
[Shane Christopher jumps down from the corner post and walks over to
Brittney..he gives her a kiss and takes the mic.]
Shane Christopher: Uji..Thank You.. Thank you for providing us with the most
fun we have had in months. You know, taking that chair and smashing it over
and over and over each time hearing you scream, hearing the pop of the bones
in your leg, and hearing you cry. I honestly have never had so much fun.
JS: These guys are sick!
Shane Christopher: Now Shakur..I'll admit you were worthy opposition..and
it's too bad we won’t be able to face off one last time in the ring but
understand...we would have ended your career just as we ended your partners.
You owe us. WE OWN YOU! WE ARE THE DONS OF TAG TEAM WRESTLING!
JS: You got to be kidding me..The Dons of tag team wrestling?! Shane with
the biggest slap in the face of Shakur possible.
[Sebastion now joins his partner center ring.]
Sebastion Manning: Contagion, it's my bet that right now you’re sitting in
the back wondering where you fit into the picture. Simple. We saved you the
trouble of getting into the wrestling gear, lacing the boots, walking down
the aisle under the hot spotlights, entering the ring, and getting your ass
kicked from one corner to the next. Bagwell, you’re welcome. Violent...you’
re welcome. Most important to our fans around the world, YOU’RE WELCOME!
[The S.O.B. chants begin again..louder then before..Daniel Wright takes the
mic.]
Daniel Wright: Don't hate us because we speak the truth..
["SHUT THE F UP" chants begin]
Daniel Wright: Now..Akira..there is one thing left to do..it's now time for
you to walk to the ring and present Shane and Sebastion with THEIR TAG TEAM
TITLES! Come on Akira..DO THE RIGHT THING!
[After a few minutes the crowd cheers as “Revolve” by the Melvins cranks up
and AWMC President Akira Musashi walks halfway down to the ring. Akira has
the tag team belts over his shoulder.]
AM: Daniel, you’re right. I’ve just been informed that Ujimoto Mizukawa is,
in fact, severely injured as a result of your team’s actions, and, as a
result, the AWMC tag titles are vacant by executive order.
[The arena fills with boos.]
AM: We will have new tag team champions tonight, however. And Daniel, you’re
again right. I'll give it to you. You’re absolutely right...
JS: What? No! He's not going to give them the belts!
Daniel Wright: Come on Musashi. Hand over the belts!
AM: No Daniel..I don't think so..
[Crowd pops big!]
Daniel Wright: Don't be stupid..GIVE US THE DAMN BELTS!
AM: No, Daniel. It's not going to be this way. Ujimoto Mizukawa is en route
to the hospital right now. But I will not reward you by just handing these
over to you. You may have won the battle, but you’re not getting these so
easy..
Daniel Wright: You now Musashi..WE CAN END YOU JUST AS QUICK AS WE ENDED
SHAKUR AND MIZUKAWA.
AM: Bring it on, sir!
[BIG POP!]
AM: You want the belts..you work for the belts.
[Brittney takes the mic from Daniel..]
Brittney Christopher: Ok..Akira..Ki honey..
JS: Ki Honey??
Brittney Christopher: We'll hear you out. What do we have to do..
AM: Simple. Contagion and The Threat...the winner takes all.
Brittney Christopher: Winner take all?
Akira Musashi: You want the belts, you beat Contagion, just anyone else
would have to.
Brittney Christopher: We did it before...we'll do it again...YOU’RE ON!
[Akira Musashi walks to the back with the belts still over his
shoulder.."BAWITDABA" by Kid Rock plays and The Threat mock the crowd before
leaving the ring.]
JS: Well Uji and Shakur are out...but tonight it will be one-on-one
Contagion and The Threat...winner take the titles...
MT: John..Sean Christopher is the ref in that match..
JS: Yes he is..and that will be later tonight....But right now, we've got
the AGW National Title match in store! "Wild Child" Brian Storm will be
defending the title in which many critics say he doesn't deserve, against
the man who has questionabley beat im twice, "Supreme Being" Jeremy Rhodes!
MT: Let's take it to the ring!
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LADDER MATCH - AGW NATIONAL TITLE:
"WILD CHILD" BRIAN STORM (C)
vs.
"SUPREME BEING" JEREMY RHODES
Writer: Jorge Lambis
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[A tall, red and black ladder has been set up in the center of the aisle.
It reaches a height of twelve feet. To the sides, leaning against the
guardrail there are two extra ladders. ]
SG: Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6'1" and weighing 227
pounds, hailing from Manchester, England..."SUPREME BEING" JEREMY RHODES!
<Silence for a few seconds, and then the lights black out as the hard,
grinding beginning to "Spit It Out" by SLIPKNOT fills the arena...>
# Since you didn't give a damn in the first place #
# Maybe it's time you had the tables turned #
# 'Cause in the interest of all involved, I got the problem solved #
# And the verdict is guilty...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME! #
<"Supreme Being" Jeremy Rhodes emerges from the entrance as the lights flash
black, white, yellow, and crimson, wearing his black Slipknot T-shirt and
black Otomix windbreaker pants, with "SBJR" down both sides in white
lettering, along with white leather kickpads worn over Otomix martial arts
shoes. He has shoulder-length black hair and a goatee, as well as a
muscular body. He stops in front of the ladder in the aisle and scampers up
to the top, where he stands, with his hands raised>
# Steppin' where you fear to tread #
# Stop, drop, and roll - you were dead from the git-go #
# Big mouth f[BLEEP]ker - stupid c[BLEEP]ker #
# Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought #
# Always is, never was ## Foundation made of piss and vinegar #
# Step to me, I'll smear ya! Think I fear ya? Bulls[BLEEP]t! #
# Just another dumb punk chompin' at this [BLEEP] #
# Is there another way to break through the noise? #
# Was it something I said that got you bent? #
# It's gotta be that way if you want it ## Sanity, literal profanity - HIT
ME! #
# SPIT - IT OUT ## All you wanna do is drag me down #
# All I wanna do is stamp you out ## SPIT - IT OUT #
# All you wanna do is drag me down ## All I wanna do is stamp you out #
<Rhodes starts to climb down the ladder, jumping off the fourth rung and
landing on his feet>
# Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumor fodder #
# Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realize ## Step up,
fairy #
# I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome straight to the dome#
# You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter #
# And if you know what's good shut up and beg, brother #
# Backstab - don't you know who you're dissin'? #
# Side swipe - we know the ass you're kissin'! #
<Rhodes slides into the ring, and sits down in the corner>
# Bigity-biggdy bitch boy, halfway houser #
# Don't hear s[BLEEP]t 'cause I keeps getting louder #
# Come up and gets a face full of tactic #
# Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket #
# You got no pull, no power, no nothin' #
# Now you start s[BLEEP]t? Well ain't that somethin'? #
# Payoffs don't protect, and you can hide if you want #
# But I'll find you, comin' up behind you! #
<Rhodes stands up as the music cuts>
#The dragon#
#What I'm about to do#
#I'm sure nobody expected me to do#
#But that's what I do#
#Y'all know me#
#And right now#
#I'm about to release the dragon#
[Without warning the lights in the arena fade to blackness. Slowly yellow
lights illuminate the entrance way. As they do so strobe lights also begin
to flash to the beat of "Unleash The Dragon" by Sisqo.]
#Here I come#
#N***** hold me back#
#Tried of holding back#
#I'm about to let the drag attack (who) You (Oh) # So get out my way
it's a new mullenium##It's a brand new day#
#So bugged out N*****#
#Thugged out N*****#I don't really care#
#Y'all my N*****#
#I'm about to let the dragon out now#
[From the blackness emerges a lone figure into the lights. It pauses for a
minute before kneeling upon a knee and bowing before the crowd. As he
reaches the end of the ramp the features can be made out.]
[The figure is that of Brian Storm. He is wearing a pair of yellow wrestling
tights with a white dragon running down the right leg. He is also wearing
white wrestling boots.He pauses for a few moments before the ladder and
looks up towards the ceiling where the AGW National Title is hung. He points
to the title and then points to his waist to a major face pop.]
MT: He certainly has the fans on his side, but does he have fate.
[After a few moments Brian walks under the ladder towards the ring. He
slides under the bottom rope and stands extending his arms to the air as he
does so. A face pop once again comes forth and he soaks it up.]
MT: I don't think Rhodes is impressed much by this little show on Storm's
part. Then again, Storm's objective is to beat the man, not impress him.
JS: Brian Storm may have the fans eating out of the palms of his hands right
now, but "Supreme Being" is no Storm fanatic! Jeremy Rhodes, Brian Storm,
ladder match, it happens now!
[The fans are up and ready for this one. The camera pans throughout the
crowd showing that absolutely everyone is on their feet.]
MT: The ladder match, the most volatile of all matches, for one reason,
these are not caged animals. Your only objective is to beat your opponent
bad enough so that he has no choice but to lay down helplessly as you climb
your way to the top.
JS: No easy task for either man indeed! Plus, the champion has no advantage
in this one, there must be a winner!
[Rhodes steps down from the turnbuckle as the referee has asked for both men
to head to center ring. The ref briefs the two men as they stare into each
other's eyes with a look of intent. Each man out to destroy the other. ]
JS: And the bell sounds!
[The stare continues. They look at each other, nodding, with the tension
building both in the ring and out in the audience.]
JS: These two are, quite possibly, the future of this promotion. What
unfolds here tonight may have reprecussions lasting for years and years.
[The two men back away, only for a few feet. then, with a little
hesistation, they go into a tie-up. Storm, the champion, uses his strong
legs and big effort, manages to push Rhodes to a corner. Storm tries to push
Rhodes' head as far back as possible on the turnbuckle. He then backs off a
tad, cranks up, and does a knife-edge chop.]
JS: AH, Razor Sharp! The Champion taking it to the opposition!
[Storm followed it up with a quick set of knees to the rib-cage. Storm winds
up and goes for a haymaker from above. Rhodes ducks under it, showing his
quickness, and gets behind Storm. Rhodes gets a hold of Storm and barrels
forward. Storm hits the corner hard. Rhodes, again showing his quickness,
slides out of the ring before Storm even falls backwards and hits the
canvas. From the outside, Rhodes closes in and grabs Storm's legs. He
centers everything and sets him up for
a Greco Roman Pull-The-Guys-Legs-To-Crunch-His-Groin-With-The-Post
manuever.]
JS: That move is part of almost every wrestler's arsenal, but no matter how
many times I see it, I just thank the lord it isn't me in there!
MT: Yes... thank god that you have no talent or athleticism!
[With his feet still dangling on the outside, Storm is still trying to
recover, laying down on the mat, holding himself. Rhodes is still on the
outside and he moves over to his left. Then, in a single bound, he jumps
onto the ring apron. And then- ]
JS: Springboard Legdrop! Rhodes jumping onto the ropes then onto a fallen
Brian Storm. The champ is in trouble right now!
[ Without delay, Rhodes is up, standing over the still fallen champion and
executes a sommersault leg-drop. The crowd starts applauding the sequence of
events. ]
JS: Rhode's attack, except for one painful looking manuever, if you can call
it that, has been centered on the upper body of "Wild Child". Maybe he knows
something that I don't, but all I know is, if you can't walk, you can't
climb. The legs of champion should have been targeted from the getgo.
MT: You're a simple, simple man, Stargel. You have to beat a man to a pulp,
total-body mutalation.
[Storm starts using the ropes to get himself up. Rhodes despite the punches
to the ribs and to the back can't seem to stop the man from getting up.
Storm makes it to his feet, leaning against the ropes as Rhodes starts a
barrage of stinging kicks to his side. Rhodes now, sprints to the opposite
ropes, bouncing off, and is coming at Storm full speed.]
JS: Storm tries to backbody-drop Rhodes to the outside! "Supreme Being"
lands on his feet on top of the apron!..... Standing dropkick by Storm
sends Rhodes crashing to the arena floor!
[Storm measures up Rhodes, who is laying down on the outside. ]
JS: Storm just catapulted himself over the top rope and hit Rhodes with a
Senton Bomb!
[Fans with a moderate cheer.]
MT: He might have taken something out of himself though with that one, he's
not exactly quick to get up.
[Storm gets up eventually... and the first thing he sees when he gets up is
the ladder, standing in the middle of the aisle.]
[Fans give encouragement, the cheers are getting louder and louder.]
JS: They want to see the ladder get involved! And I don't think Storm is one
to disappoint his public!
MT: It was bound to happen sooner or later, why not have it right now, 4
minutes minutes into the match!
[ Storm starts walking towards the ladder, with rising cheers from the crowd
as he gets closer.]
[In the meantime, Jeremy Rhodes has fully recovered, seen where Storm is
headed and pulls up the ring apron's drape, revealing the underbelly of the
squared circle. From there.. he pulls out a chair. ]
JS: Storm has no clue that Rhodes is gonna be an armed man!
MT: That's what this is all about, being able to one up your opponent and
ultimately gain control of that ladder.
[Storm, instead of going for the ladder set up in the middle of the
aisleway, goes for one of the other two that were left beside the guardrail.
He starts pulling up a ladder and.... ]
[*CRACK*]
[Storm... weak... struggling to stay up... ]
MT: Wind-up....
[*CRACK*]
JS: Storm is down and Storm is out!
MT: Never has his belt been in more jeopardy than it is right now, Jeremy
Rhodes shows his supremacy using a steel
chair!
JS: And now it's Rhodes who has the ladder! He's dragging the ladder and
placed it more towards the middle of the aisle and a little closer to the
ring.
[Rhodes pulls up Storm by his hair and sets him up..... ]
JS: What's he going for here?!
MT: I don't know but it doesn't bode well for "Wild Child"!
JS: .... JEREMY RHODES! Snap-Powerbombing the champion!
MT: As if the arena floor wasn't hard enough! Rhodes sent Brian Storm
crashing down onto the unforgiving rungs of a steel ladder! Storm's back
must be in pieces!
JS: And look at Jeremy Rhodes...
[Rhodes is staring at the ladder that was set up originally. He walks
towards it, pulling one side of it so that it's parallel to the guardrail,
meaning that the rungs on one side point towards the ring.... and it also
means that it looks over the limp, unmoving body of Brian Storm]
JS: He couldn't?!
MT: He can and he will! It's his job!
[Rhodes takes the chair and places it over the face of Brian Storm. Then, he
goes and starts to make his way up the ladder. He stops about halfway up
the ladder.]
MT: He wants to knock him retarded, and asure himself of what would be a
huge victory here tonight! I say, go for it!
[Rhodes measure him up..]
JS: Rhodes misses! Rhodes misses!
MT: Storm avoid near-death here just by moving to the side! Remember, any
shot to the head has a chance of being fatal, especially in this business!
JS: And Rhodes, with that high elbow drop attempt could've just blown out
his shoulder with that miss!
MT: It's all hit-and-miss here... you gotta get over it and move on if you
want to survive.
[Both men are down. Rhodes is still the more active of the two. ]
MT: But after all this, Rhodes is still the first to get up. Storm has taken
the better beating of the two.
[Rhodes walks over to Storm, again he pulls him up by the hair. ]
JS: He's going for a suplex this time!..
[Storm hooks his leg for a block.]
JS: Reversal, Storm with a high Implant DDT! Storm from out of nowhere!
[ Storm now struggles to his feet. He goes off somewhere for a few seconds
but he later returns over to Jeremy Rhodes' area, carrying the ladder. He
sets it up.
JS: Rhodes is down and Storm is almost to the top of the ladder!
[For the second time, Storm is off camera. This time, he's sporting a dented
steel chair. Rhodes seems to be making his way up. ]
JS: I don't think getting up would be the wisest move for him right now!
MT: No sh*t huh?!
[*WHACK*]
JS: Jeremy Rhodes will not be getting up anytime soon! And Storm's plan is
coming to fruition. Rhodes can't get up and Storm looks to be taking it to
the air as he starts to make his way up that ladder, rung by damn rung, by
damn rung!
MT: Get up Rhodes! Get up!
JS: Rhodes is down and Storm is almost to the top of the ladder!
MT: Get up Rhodes! Get up!
[Storm reaches the very top of the ladder and looks up towards the belt, and
then down and then down at Rhodes. He extends his arms to the side and dives
off of he ladder.]
JS: DIVING HEADBUTT!
[As he dives onto Rhodes the ladder begins to fall and lands hard
uponStorm.]
MT: The ladder just crashed upon both men!
[The heavy ladder takes it toll on both men, as neither Storm nor Rhodes is
getting up. ]
JS: So far this match has been nothing but massive attack on both parts
[INSTANT REPLAY: Storm's diving headbutt, Rhodes with his chairshots, Storm
with a Senton Bomb, Rhodes with the Snap Powerbomb, Rhodes with the blow
elbow drop attempt. ]
[When camera returns to live action, Storm pushes the ladder off of himself.
The first thing he does is roll back into the ring, where he lays down in
the center and tries to recooperate.]
[On the outside, Rhodes is regaining his sense. After a few seconds, he
makes it to his feet. The look on his face is that of frustration. He looks
over to his side, sees the ladder, and slides it into the ring. ]
JS: The ladder is in the ring, the match itself has now changed shapes.
[The ladder is only part way into the ring. ]
MT: Now that the ladder is in the ring, it becomes more strategic.
Everything is crucial, on the outside, nothing mattered. In the ring,
everything is on line.
[ Jeremy Rhodes reaches down and from under the ring, he pulls out a
table. ]
MT: Table!
[Fans start cheering at the sight. ]
[Jeremy Rhodes slides the table into the ring. He goes up to the apron to
try to get in the ring, but Storm is right there, on the spot, nailing him
with rights and lefts. Rhodes is struggling to stay on. Storm goes for a big
wind-up. ]
[Rhodes snaps on a quick headlock, turns around, and fall down so that his
ass lands on the ring apron. Storm's neck bounces off the top rope and
Storm goes down, holding his neck. ]
JS: Neckbreaker! Top rope with the assist.
MT: Storm's face is red after that one!
JS: Rhodes is now in the ring. He sets up the table. Who knows what he plans
on doing with it!
[Rhodes then sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring. Storm is up
though and he catches
Rhodes with a big clothesline. Rhodes flips backward from impact.]
JS: Clothesline turned Rhodes inside out!
[Storm immediately then tries to pick up Rhodes and go for a piledriver..
but Rhodes with a shot south of the border puts a stop to that plan. ]
JS: Rhodes has Storm again and he puts Storm on top of the table!
[Storm isn't completely off the table, his head, neck, and shoulders are off
with his arms dangling to the sides. ]
[Rhodes is climbing the ladder. ]
MT: He might be going for the win right here!
[Rhodes turns around on the ladder and faces Storm, who is still out and
laying atop the ladder.]
MT: True now more than ever before, Brian Storm's title reign has never been
in as much jeopardy as it is right now!.. Rhodes has his eyes on the prize!
JS: RHODES, GUILLOTINE LEGDROP!
[The crowd reacts, seeing Rhodes land a legdrop on the elevated neck of
Brian Storm. Storm ends up falling to the ground hard, face-first. The table
wasn't affected at all. ]
JS: How can Storm stand up to all this punishment!
MT: He can't! Nobody can! No human body was meant to undergo all this pain!
JS: Our wrestlers are above that to a certain point but there's no denying
that this is all going to take it's toll on both men, Brian Storm getting
the worst of it right now!
[Rhodes takes the ladder, folds it back up, and then starts pushing it into
the corner. It leans on the corner at an angle. Rhodes then goes over to
Storm and lifts him up. ]
JS: Rhodes is gonna whip Storm into the ladder!... NO! Reversal!
[Storm grabs Rhodes and whips him hard into the ladder. Rhodes staggers back
from the impact and is met with a swift kick to the gut. He places Rhodes
head between his legs as if he is setting up for a piledriver.]
MT: Brian Storm is chickenwinging both arms of Rhodes here.
JS: BLACKOUT! He just hit his version of the Pedigree on Rhodes!
[The crowd goes apesh*t]
[Both men are down, Storm from exhaustion. ]
MT: Just when you thought these two had nothing left in them! These two are
going to kill each other before the end of the night!
[Storm gets back up. He goes over and picks up the ladder. He then eagerly
awaits for Rhodes to get back to his feet. ]
JS: Storm pushes the ladder on top of Rhodes!
MT: NO! Rhodes head goes between the rungs of the ladder! The lucky bastard!
JS: That ladder is laying across his shoulders! I hope Storm knows what's
coming!
[Rhodes starts spinning, giving the ladder an airplane spin]
MT: Rhodes nails Storm once... twice... three times... and a fourth!
[Rhodes drops the ladder, and then stumbles around the ring. He is punching
the air, before tumbling over the top rope to the floor, cracking his head
on the apron]
JS: My god, this match is taking it's toll on both of these men!
MT: Storm is busted open from end to end on his forehead!
JS: It's a miracle that these managed to keep from bleeding up until now,
normal men would've been spurting blood within the first five minutes!
MT: Look at Rhodes on the outside of the ring! He's not only up, he's
getting a 2nd ladder!
[Rhodes slides it into the ring. Then he slides in himself. ]
JS: Storm is right there waiting for him!
[*CRASH*]
JS: FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAM RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!
[Rhodes looks to be done for, he's out like a light. ]
MT: Ironic isn't it. Rhodes brought the ladder in, but it's Storm who's
gonna be setting it up!
[The ladder is set up, so that it under the hanging belt. ]
[Storm starts climbing the ladder... the crowd is exploding!]
JS: Storm might have it here! He might be ending it right here, right now!
[Storm is three-forths up. ]
MT: No, wait, he's turning around?!
JS: Storm takes to the air! FROGSPLASH- NO!! Rhodes with the knees to the
ribs!
MT: Rhodes isn't gonna go down that easy! No way in hell!
[Rhodes is crawling now.. He makes his way to the far corner. He's got the
first ladder. ]
JS: The fans are going ballistic right now!
[Storm follows up behind Rhodes quickly! ]
JS: Rhodes is going up! Storm is barely moving but he knows he has to get up
there if he wants
to keep his belt.
MT: He better hurry! He's losing blood quickly!
[Miraculously, Storm catches up to Rhodes! ]
JS: Storm firing forearms into the small of Rhodes' back! It's not gonna be
a pretty fall from grace that high!
MT: Rhodes now..what's he going for?
JS: This is beyond dangerous ladies and gentlemen!
[ Storm comes from behind and locks on a side suplex. As he takes Rhodes
off, he swicthes his weight and... ]
MT: OH MY GOD!
[ HUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!! ]
JS: BLUE THUDNER BOMB! BLUE THUNDER BOMB FORM THE TOP OF THE DAMN LADDER! MY
GOD WHAT MOVE!
[ The crowd is ERUPTING! Standing on their feet, all trying to see who will
survive! ]
MT: STORM REPOSITIONS THE LADDER UDNERNEATH! RHODES IS OUT COLD! STORM! HE'S
MAKING HIS WAY BACK UP TOP!
JS: STORM! BRIAN STORM! HE'S GOT THE TITLE!
*DING* *DING* *DING* *DING*
[ HUGE Roar from the crowd! The shaky ladder gives... Brian Storm goes
crashing down the ground as well.]
JS: STORM IS STILL THE CHAMPION! STORM RETAINS THE TITLE! MY GOD WHAT A
MATCH!
SG: THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT, AND NEEEEEEEWWWWWW AGW NATIONAL CHAMPION, WILD
CHILD BRIIIIIAAAAAAAANNNNNN STOOOOORRRRMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!
MT: A fitting ending, this match has taken so much out of both men!
[ INSTANT REPLAY: Fireman's carry through the table, Blackout... And the
Blue Thudner Bomb from above! ]
[Back in the ring, Storm is laying down, breathing heavily, as his belt lays
a few feet away from him. Rhodes rolls out of the ring and looks on at Brian
Storm. Rhodes breathes deep, heavy breathes at his rival, then turn his head
an walks to the back. ]
JS: My god! What athleticism these two men posses! Fans, this is what AWMC
is all about! You won't find competition liek this in CEW, GPW, or any other
league!
MT: What a fued and what a match, but both are over!
JS: This is one for the ages! The future is looking bright!
MT: Fans, the action is not gonna stop yet!
JS: Retribution will be defending his Extreme TItle in a Motor City Steel
match against the hot newcomer, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder!
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MOTOR CITY STEEL MATCH - AGW EXTREMIST TITLE:
RETRIBUTION (C)
vs.
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER
Writer: Skrogz~!
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JS: Well ladies and Gentlemen, we've got a war about to ignite here at
Cruise Control Three: Revelations!
MT: That's right John! AWMC Newcomer and up and coming star Obsessive
Compulsive Disorder will take on the ruthless and diabolical Retribution for
the AGW Extremist Championship!
JS: And not only that, but it's MOTOR CITY STEEL!
[ Cut to the ring where the ringcrew are straping down the car doors to the
turnbuckle corners. ]
MT; Could'nt be more appropriate for Detroit! Last Fall at Revenge,
Redemption, and Ressurection we saw Sellout...err...Midnight Darren Skiles
take on '12' Gage Smith, and that was a damn brawl!
[Lights fade in the arena. It becomes entirely cloaked in darkness as a buzz
starts to go through the crowd. The opening xylophone jangle of the eels'
"Flyswatter" starts to play softly over the PA. The video screen shows shots
of a student in an exam, obviously in trouble, sweating profusely. Crowd
starts to pop mildly as the drums join, as they realise who is due.]
:Little field mice living under the house:
(A red spotlight spelling the letter "O" falls in the centre of the aisle.)
:Never eating much, tough life for a mouse:
(It is then joined by a "C". The student stands up)
:And if you think you're gonna be spared
(And a "D" completes the set)
:You're wrong:
(As the chorus kicks in fireworks explode at the aisle back. The student's
head explodes, showering the exam hall. The other students seem not to
notice. Lights come up and OCD is standing at the aisle top, a demented
smile on his face, Steve Jobs the Steel Chair held high. Crowd explode as he
waves Jobs about)
:Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen Don't think twice 'bout
whatever keeps you itching Ice water, flyswatter Gonna get you through The
day:
(With that demented smile OCD begins his walk down the aisle, slowly,
carefully, yet somehow with a careless edge. His walk is slightly unsteady,
as Steve Jobs is waived about around his head, seemingly without a care that
there are fans right next to him. The video shows shots of some of OCD's
most memorable spots, the straight-jacket attack on Marcus Vitel, the
Descent Into Madness through a car bonnet on Jared Matthys, being double
teamed and chained down by John Sax and Kerry Powell, the Descent Into
Madness through a cage onto Tracker, being given a top-rope hurricanrana
through a table by Sex Pistol, and many more shots show as he works his way
down. )
:Heat rolling in like hell's red rug Stinking like the breath of Beelzebub:
(OCD has his jet-black shoulder-length hair lay bedraggled around him,
cloaking his head. His eye's are fully mascara'd up, with a deep purple
offsetting the glittery black lipstick he wears. Each eye is fully glittered
up underneath, and his nails are painted jet black)
:And if you think you won't walk on coals You will:
(OCD has his trademark white bloodstained Jigglypuff T-shirt on. He wears
jet black jeans and a pair of normal wrestling boots to complete the
ensemble. As he gets down to ringside he stands outside the ring for a few
seconds, geeing up the crowd)
:Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen Don't think twice 'bout
whatever keeps you itching:
(Leaving Steve Jobs resting against the ring apron, OCD crawls under the
bottom rope, and retires to a corner, seemingly completely focused on the
upcoming match, but with that smile still there)
:Ice water, flyswatter Gonna get you through The day:
JS: Obsessive OCmpulsive Disorder could amke a huge impact here tonight at
Cruise Control Three!
["2x4" by Metallica begins to kick in over the arena's p.a. system.
Retribution emerges from behind the curtain. He is smoking a cigar and in
his usual ring attire. The Extremist title is strapped around his waist and
he stops a few feet in front of the curtain just to look around the arena. A
slight smirk comes across his face as he slowly lifts his left hand straight
into the air and then extends his middle finger, causing the crowd to react
as he wanted....by booing him. He then walks down toward the ring and as he
approaches the side of it, he grabs a hold of the top rope, pulls himself
onto the ring apron and then steps over the top rope with ease. The referee
makes his way over to the seven footer to get the Extremist title.
Retribution unlatches it off of himself, folds the belt under the front
plate of the belt holds it out to the ref in his right hand and as the
referee begins to grab for it, he drops it at his feet with arrogance.
Retribution then motions for a mic.]
Retribution: OCD, tonight yer ass is going to be put through a hell unlike
any you have ever had to deal with. You are going to try yer damnedest to
take this strap off my waist in a match dubbed a Motor City Steel Match. We
got these car doors, a coupla trash cans with goodies and who knows what all
else....but the fact is simple....you'll wish that you'd never stepped foot
in the same ring as me, your Franchise. Let's get this damn thing goin.
[Retribution tosses the mic out of the ring and takes another drag of his
cigar before flicking it out into the crowd.]
*DING* DING* DING*
MT: There's the bell!
JS: We’re under way!! This is a Motor City Steel match for the AGW title!!
MT: This sure is, John. Retribution’s title is on the line here- the title
he has won three times
before, and I don’t think he has any intentions on giving it up any time
soon, John.
JS: Yes, well, he may have won the title three times, but that means he has
also lost it twice. We’ll see if Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can make it a
third time here ton- they charge in at each other!!
MT: Retribution came out on top with a vicious clothesline which knocked OCD
straight down to the ground! Obsessive Compulsive Disorder up again....
Retribution knocks him down once more!! And again!! Retribution looks to be
unbelievably fired up for this one!!
JS: OCD slowly rises to his feet once more as we see those four car doors
strapped to each corner of the ring... these two men will undoubtedly be
looking to use those as weapons at some point in the match..
MT: Yeah, well, I’m sure the trash can’s full of weapons outside the ring
won’t be put to waste either- Retribution whips OCD into the corner, but OCD
reverses it!! Retribution flies into that
car door!!
JS: And OCD stomping away on the big man now!! He’s working away on
Retributions legs here, which may be a good strategy for later on in this
match..
MT: Strategy? Strategy?! This is an extreme title Motor City Steel Match-
strategy has gone out the window here, along with the rulebook!! OCD is just
injuring Retribution in any way possible...
JS: But Retribution manages to get up to his feet!! He grabs OCD by the
throat and flings him across the ring!
MT: Amazing power shown there by the big 7 footer... and Retribution is
going outside of the ring!! It looks like he’s looking for those trash
cans... he is!
JS: He certainly is, but OCD follows him right out, and delivers an axhandle
smash to Retribution’s shoulders....
MT: Retribution stumbles forward, and turns around to be met with a
drop-kick from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder!! That one pushed Retribution
back into the guardrail, but The Franchise is still on his feet!! OCD
charges again... but Retribution catches him with a claw hold!!
JS: OCD didn’t see that one coming.... Retribution has that claw hold locked
in tight, and OCD can’t seem to fight out of it-
MT: He’s out of it now!! Retribution just picked OCD up and tossed him on
top of that trash can!! And look at all those weapons fall out and to the
floor!!
JS: They’re everywhere!! Retribution goes back n top of Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder now... he grabs him by the arm, and
CRASH!!!
JS: Impressive power shown there by the former AWMC heavyweight champion,
and current extreme champion!! He picks OCD up again.... he’s got him in the
body slam position....
MT: Oh!! Retribution just body slammed Obsessive Compulsive Disorder on top
of that trash can!! OCD’s back landed right on top!!
JS: Retribution looks to be rummaging through all of the spilt weaponry on
the ground....he’s found a lead pipe!!
MT: Retribution has found a lead pipe, and undoubtedly he will be looking to
continue to assert himself over the challenger, Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder!!
THUD!!
JS: OH MY GOD!! RETRIBUTION JUST SWUNG THAT LEAD PIPE, RIGHT AT OBSESSIVE
COMPULSIVE DISORDERS THROAT!!
MT: God damn it!! The impact from that sent OCD straight to the ground, and
I am sure that OCD would be having trouble breathing at the moment....
JS: Again with the lead pipe, this time across OCD’s back!! Retribution is
being absolutely relentless here!!
MT: Yes, well, since when have we known Retribution to relent?
JS: I suppose you’re right, but I do not like the way Retribution has been
going about business, especially lately. His asshole attitude can really get
on my nerves at times...
MT: [Sarcastically] Well then, I suppose we should go and sort the guy out
then, what do ya say?
[Short pause..]
JS: You’re right.
MT: ‘course I am.
JS: OH!! Retribution just flung that lead pipe at OCD’s head, and boy did it
impact!! Unbelievable!!
MT: OCD could be out cold after that one!! No, he’s moving- how is that even
possible?!
JS: Retribution has come over to the commentary table... he has some unkind
words to say to me, but he leaves now.... I have a feeling that had that
lead pipe been a little thicker, we may see OCD out cold, but as it was the
lead pipe wasn’t enough to destroy OCD...
MT: It certainly weakened him though!! I can’t get over that shot to the
throat!!
JS: Neither can the crowd here, Matt, they are seriously pumped up for this
match- hell, this entire event, and we’re not even finished yet!!
MT: Far from it, as Retribution charges at OCD with his knee.... OCD rolled
out of the way!!
JS: Yes!! Obsessive Compulsive Disorder moved out of the way!! That’ll teach
Retro for losing his concentration and coming over to bad mouth the
commentators!!
MT: Retribution went right into those steel steps as OCD rolled out of the
way, and both men are on the floor right in front of us within the sea of
weapons that came from that there trash can!!
JS: The now severely _dented_ trash can after Retribution slammed OCD on top
of it.... Retribution has beaten Obsessive Compulsive Disorder to his feet!!
OCD is up shortly after him though, and they are exchanging fists on the
outside of the ring!!
MT: I doubt that anyone would beat Retribution in a game of fisticuffs, and
it shows there as Retribution gains control, backing Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder up the aisleway....
CLANG!!
JS: Retribution whips OCD into the guardrail!!
CLANG!!
MT: And again!! And it looks like Retribution is setting up for another
one.... but no!!
CLANG!!
MT: OCD reversed it, and Retribution tasted the guardrail himself!! Both men
are down again, but OCD looks to be getting to his feet first!! Look at that
snarl on his face!!
(A man comes down to the ring, wearing a white Dr.'s coat and carrying
clipboard. He approaches very slowly and cautiosly, watching, then writing
as OCD make shsi way over tot he see of weaponry.)
JS: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder has certainly looked a little more edgy, a
little more crazy lately, and we can see it on his face now. He makes his
way over to that sea of weaponry again... what has he got?
MT: I can’t see.... OH MY GOOD GOD!!!
JS: UNBELIEVABLE!! THAT’S A CHEESE GRATER!!
MT: What the hell is a cheese grater doing in that trash can?!
JS: I have no idea, but OCD just- I can’t believe that, he just dragged that
cheese grater down Retribution’s back!! I’ve never seen that one before,
folks.
MT: Me neither, but you can see the pain on Retro’s face as OCD goes
again.... Retro kicks him away from the ground!!
JS: OCD just flew backwards from that one!! Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
comes again....
MT: And Retribution kicks him away again!! Retribution to his feet now, his
hand on his back, as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder charges him with that
cheese grater once again....Retribution caught him around the throat!! OCD
swings wildly to get out, but Retro plants a kick to his stomach with the
throat hold still in place...
JS: He’s not gonna chokeslam him on the concrete is he.... he is!! He’s
signaling for a chokeslam... but OCD with a poke to the eye!!!
MT: OCD just saved himself an awful lot of pain there... as if this match
wasn’t enough already!!
JS: What is OCD doing now? He’s gone back to the trash can.... he has a can
of deodorant!! Oh my god, who comes up with these weapons!!
MT: OCD goes back to Retribution now, who is still holding his eye from the
sharp poke from OCD..... OCD reaches into his back pocket now... is that a
p-
JS: NO WAY!!
MT: OH MY GOD, IT IS!! OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER HAS A CAN OF
DEODORANT.... AND A BOX OF MATCHES!!!
JS: That can mean only one thing for Retribution, as he stands up after
recovering from that eye poke....
WHOOOOOOSSSHH!!
MT: GOOD GOD, HE DID IT!! Retribution removes his hands from his eyes, just
in time to see OCD push down on the top of the deodorant...
JS: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder just blinded Retribution with that
makeshift flame-thrower!! Unbelievable!!
MT: Retribution is rolling around, clutching his face.... that was utterly
amazing. What will happen next?
JS: I have a feeling that question is about to be answered, Matt, as OCD
throws Retribution back into the ring now.... he’s looking around ringside
for something...
MT: And it looks like he’s found it... it’s that jagged steel chair wrapped
in barbed wire that we’ve all come to know and love as....
SMACK!!
JS: STEVE JOBS!! Obsessive Compulsive Disorder just whipped Retro to the
ropes and cracked him over the head with Steve Jobs- OCD is really
dominating Retro here, I love it!!
MT: Now, now John, at least ATTEMPT to remain neutral.... Retro is stumbling
back through the ropes.... he tries to hold on. but he falls straight to the
floor!!!
JS: No! He didn’t fall to the floor.... he landed on top of that garbage
can!! That is gonna hurt
your spine a DAMN lot!!
MT: OCD launches himself off the far ropes... what is he gonna do- need I
ask?
JS: YOU SURE DON’T!! OCD WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES ON TOP OF
RETRO, DRIVING STEVE JOBS INTO THE EXTREME CHAMPIONS FACE!!!
MT: This match has been truly amazing, and these men have both taken a
tremendous amount of punishment!!
JS: Although OCD has dished out a whole lot more than he has received thus
far, wouldn’t you agree?
MT: Yes... OCD throws Retribution back into the ring.... he makes the
cover!!
JS: And referee Bingo Horner makes the count!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
MT: Retribution kicked out!! Amazing!!
JS: Good god, after taking a flame-thrower to the face, being dropped on a
trash can and taking Steve Jobs to the face twice.... I tell ya, he might be
an asshole, but he still has one damn great fighting spirit!!
MT: OCD whips Retro to the corner.... or should I say, the car door....
Retro hits hard, and bounces backwards, right into OCD’s grip....OCD grabs
Retro around the legs and catapult’s him into the car door on the opposite
side!!
JS: I was waiting to see these car doors come into pla- OH MY GOD!!
MT: What an amazing burst of energy by Retribution!! How he did it I have no
idea, but somehow Retro managed to gather up enough energy to bound back and
hit OCD with a flying back elbow shot!! Retro is straight down though and it
doesn’t look like he’s getting up!!
JS: Referee Bingo Horner just standing in the center of this ring, watching
these men on the ground.... OCD to his feet.... he picks Retro up and whips
him to the corner.... no, Retro
reverses it!! OCD goes into the buckle of that car door that he catapulted
Retro into.... my god, look, the car door has become unstrapped!! It is
lying on the floor of the ring!!
MT: Both men have fallen to the ground again, and we can see that every move
is taking something out of Retribution here after the pain he has gone
through in this match..... but Retro is the first to his feet!!
JS: Retro laying some fists into OCD.... he puts OCD into the
scissorlock....
MT: He’s not gonna powerbomb him is he? Where can he get the energy to
powerbomb OCD after the beating he has taken-
JS: ON THE CAR DOOR!! RETRIBUTION JUST POWERBOMBED OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE
DISORDER ON TOP OF THAT CAR DOOR!!
MT: And he stays on his feet this time!! He’s calling for the Payback!!
JS: The crowd go nuts, as Retro picks OCD up.... low blow from OCD!! The
equalizer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder puts Retribution down, and OCD
rolls out of the ring now....
MT: What is OCD doing down there?
JS: I can’t see him, the ring is in the way and the camera shot is of
Retribution....
MT: Retro is struggling to his feet using the ropes, and OCD stands up with-
JS: He’s got a table!! He just shoved a wooden table into the ring!!
MT: But Retribution is already up to his feet, and as Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder rolls into the ring, we find him in the clutches of The Franchise!!
Retribution is pointing at the table.... he looks to be setting up for a big
move.... he picks OCD up into a Argentinean Backbreaker Rack, also known as
the Human Torture Rack!!
JS: This is the position for his trademark move, the Reputance Drop!! It’s a
Backbreaker Rack into Reverse Powerslam move.... AND HE HITS IT RIGHT ON TOP
OF THE FLATTENED OUT TABLE!!
MT: OCD is lucky that the table was still folded up, otherwise he would have
went straight through it, but that still would have caused OCD a tremendous
amount of pain!!
JS: Damn right it would have!! Retribution jumps on top of OCD now, and he’s
just brawling away!! Good god, he’s beating into OCD’s head like a mad man
here, and referee Bingo Horner is powerless to stop him!!
MT: That’s right, its the Extreme Title on the line here, and Retro can hit
OCD wherever the hell he wants!! What an incredible match this has been so
far, and it ain’t even over yet!!
JS: Retribution up to his feet, and he kicks OCD off from on top of that
still folded up table... it looks like Retro is setting that table up now!!
What is he gonna do here?!
MT: OCD is motionless on the ground as Retribution sets the table up.... he
grabs OCD by the hair now and is pulling him over to the corner!!
Retribution picks up that car door and cracks it over OCD’s head!! And
again!! And again!!
[............]
MT: AND AGAIN!! Retribution has gone crazy here, and he is teaching
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder a lesson!!
JS: Obviously Retribution would do anything to hold onto his extreme
title.... he’s got OCD on his shoulders now, and he’s taking him up to the
second rope!! Retribution looks like he is
going to Death Valley Drive Obsessive Compulsive Disorder through the table
here!! Oh my god, if he hits this and makes the cover it’ll be over-
MT: GOD, NO!! HOW DID OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER MANAGE THA- THAT WAS
UNBELIEVABLE!!
JS: AS IF THE REST OF THIS MATCH WASNT ENOUGH, THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST
AMAZING MOVES I’VE SEEN!!!
MT: OCD just reversed that Death Valley Driver position he was in into a
reverse superplex from the top rope... which put Retribution to the floor,
and to add to that, OCD landed on his feet on the outside of the ring!!
JS: I can’t believe that OCD just superplexed a 7’1, 240 pound man to the
floor!! Retribution is down and out, and if OCD just makes the cover then we
may have a new champion!!
MT: But he’s moving away from Retro.... he’s rummaging through that other
trash can!! The one that wasn’t tipped over!! What will he find now?!
JS: What does he have?
MT: I have no idea, but he just threw it into the ring an- THATS NOT WHAT I
THINK IT IS, IS IT?!
JS: ITS PETROL!! OCD found a can of petrol, and he just threw it into the
ring, and now he is going after Retribution!! He throws Retribution back int
o the ring!!
MT: And Retro is still down after that huge move from OCD!! I have a feeling
I know what OCD has got in mind, and I don’t like it at all....
JS: As much as I dislike Retribution and his attitude, no man deserves this,
but OCD is crazy!! He would do this kind of thing!!
MT: Undoubtedly.... the table is set up, and OCD pours the petrol all over
the table.... oh my god, I can’t watch....
JS: OCD reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a match.... he lights
it.... HE DID IT!! GOOD GOD, WOULD YOU HAVE A LOOK AT THAT!!
MT: It’s on fire!! That table is on fire in the center of the ring, and OCD’
s intentions can NOT be holy!! He turns around to Retro... but Retro is up!!
We didn’t even see Retro getting to his feet amidst all that fuss, but he is
up to his feet and he plants a boot into OCD’s stomach.... PAYBACK!!!
PAYBACK!!!! PAYBACK!!!!!
JS: He hit it!! Retribution just hit the Payback on Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder, but he drops to the ground!! Both of these men’s energy must be
completely drained!!
MT: Retribution crawling over to OCD.... the fire is out!! The fire has been
burned out!!
Retribution goes to cover OCD again.... he drapes his arm over OCD’s chest!!
Horner makes the count!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
JS: HE KICKED OUT!!
MT: OCD kicked out!! This Extreme Title match is still going!!
JS: Retribution to his feet, and looks at that can of petrol.... and then he
looks at that charred wooden table.... you don’t think he has his own unholy
intentions, do you?
MT: Nothing would surprise me in this match.... but Retro just picked up
that petrol bottle, and he’s pouring more petrol over the table!! Retro
lights the match again...
JS: AND THE TABLE IS ON FIRE AGAIN!!
MT: RETRO IS SIGNALLING FOR A POWERBOMB AS HE SCISSORLOCKS OCD’S HEAD!! WILL
HE GET IT?!?!?!
[...............]
[..............]
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JS: HE DID IT!! OCD REVERSED IT!!
MT: GOOD GOD, OCD JUST PICKED RETRO UP INTO A FIREMANS CARRY AND HIT THE
DESCENT INTO MADNESS THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!
JS: OCD ROLLS RETRO AWAY, AND MAKES THE COVER!! HORNER COUNTS!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!
(The man in the white coat finishes writing and looks up at OCD. He nods his
head and promptly turns, and heads back down the entryway.)
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
JS: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! OCD HAS DEFEATED RETIRBUTION!
[ HUGE POP! As OCD stands and is awarded the AGW Extremist Title! The fans
go berzerk as Retirbution stalks to the back. ]
MT: OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER HAS DEFEATED RETRIBUTION!
JS: My god fans what a night we have had! And it's not gonna lighten p at
all! because next..is one of the hottest Tag team feuds in AWMC History.
Forget Kidnred blood and Malicous Intent. Forget Death Row and Platinum
Strapped. Contagion. The Threat. They do battle NEXT!
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VACANT AGW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH:
CONTAGION
vs.
THE THREAT
SPECIAL REFEREE: "REALMAN" SEAN CHRISTOPHER
Writer: Frank
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SG: This match is scheduled for one fall and will determine the
NEEEEEEEEWWWWWW A.G.W. WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
[‘‘All Star’’ by Smash Mouth begins to play as Sean Christopher walks to the
ring..dressed in black jeans and a white and black ref shirt. Sean is still
carrying the handcuffs. He has a smile on his face as he enters the ring to
a mix reaction.]
SG: Your Special Guest referee...THE REALMAN SEEEEAN CHRISTOPHER...
JS: Sean Christopher in the ring and..here comes The Threat...
MT: Why does Sean have those handcuffs??
SG: Introducing first..coming in at a combined weight of 500 pounds, and
accompanied by...
BRRRITTTNEY CHRRRISTOPHER AND DANIEL WRRRIGHT!
[‘‘BAWITDABA’’ by Kid Rock plays as Brittney,Daniel, Shane and Sebastion
make their way to the ring. Brittney and Daniel are arm in arm..Brittney is
still dressed in her pink business suit and is carrying a Singapore cane.
Daniel is dressed in a white business suit. Major boos!]
SG: From Beverly Hills California...SHANE CHRISTOPHER and SEBASTION
MANNIG...THE THRRREAT!!!
[Shane and Sebastion walk to the ring following Daniel and Brittney. Shane
has on a green wrestling singlet with a ‘‘T’’ printed on the back well
Sebastion has on green wrestling tights. As they enter the ring they are met
with a loud S.O.B chant..]
JS: This is so intense..it’s a new age of tag team wrestling here in the
AWMC and we’re about to see the climax of it all...
MT: What is Sean telling the ring announcer?
SG: Ladies and Gentlemen I have just been informed by special guest referee
Sean Christopher that both Daniel Wright and Brittney Christopher will be
handcuffed to the ring post...
[Earth-shattering pop as Brittney and Wright give wide-eyed stares.]
JS: THAT EXPLAINS IT..THAT EXPLAINS THE HANDCUFFS...
MT: You’ve got to be kidding me! Who gave Sean the authority to make that
decision?
JS: He’s the ref. He gave his own authority..
MT: The managers can’t believe it!
JS: He just did...
[Sean Christopher exits the ring to stare at Brittney and Wright, getting
some reaction from up front. He smirks, then motions for both to come to the
ringpost.]
MT: Christopher ordering those two to the post!
[Cameras get a closeup as the guest ref connects the two managers around the
post. The metallic click punctuates the reality of the situation, prompting
more applause.]
JS: Sean Christopher has just invalidated these two!
SG: And their opponents --
[The house lights in the arena dim and the crowd hushes in anticipation.
Suddenly the loud speakers crackle to life and as the sold out crowd hears
that familiar tune the arena erupts into a mixed response.]
##GET SOME, GET SOME, GET SOME, GET SOME GO AGAIN!##
[‘‘Get Some Go Again’’ by Rollins Band gets louder as the fans give a
surprising pop, though it’s likely they’ve chosen the lesser of evils. The
camera continues to stay focussed on the entrance way making sure to get a
shot of the team as soon as they come through.]
##YOU WANNA LOOK IN MY EYES AND KNOW WHAT I CAME HERE FOR##
##YOU SEE MY EYES AND YOU KNOW WHAT I CAME HERE FOR##
[Finally Ryan Violent and ‘‘The Devils Advocate’’ Johnny Bagwell, with an
all-business demeanor, come out, glaring hard at the group in the ring.
Without a glance at the cheering fans, they charge down to the ring and
slide under the bottom rope.]
JS: They see him! Christopher turns around and he nudges Manning towards
Violent, who greets him with a right hand, a left, a right, HUGE LEFT! DOWN
GOES MANNING!
[Crowd erupts into a thunderous ovation]
JS: VIOLENT GETTING CHEERED!
MT: Sean Christopher calls for the bell and we’re off!
**DING DING DING!***
MT: Manning is back to his feet and Violent has his eyes on Christopher!
JS: Christopher raises his hands! Christopher pleads for Violent not to
attack him!
MT: Look out!
JS: MANNING FROM BEHIND! LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW ON VIOLENT! Look at Christopher,
he’s laughing at Violent.
[Suddenly, DMX’s ‘‘Get At Me Dog’’ fires up and, with no effects, Kuwasi
‘‘Blackfist’’ Shakur, armed with a baseball bat, strides out onto the ramp.
His fiery stare is locked on the ring as he takes down the aisle, ignoring
the fans that reach out to try to touch him or highfive him. His massive
legs carry him down the aisle very quickly, and he steps into the ring area,
and comes to the announce booth.]
JS: The man who should probably be in this ring tonight! He is here!!!
MT: Christopher and Manning lay the boots to Violent! Kuwasi Shakur is here!
[Shakur props the bat down as one might a scepter and sets on some
headphones. His face is a mask of anger and intensity as he glances to
Stargel.]
JS: Good to see you, Kuwasi. I’m sorry about what happened. What’s the word
on Uji?
KS: The word is these Threat clowns broke his leg. That’s what. I got
stripped of titles I should be in there defending!
MT: Sorry to here that.
KS: There’s gonna be payback for this, Tataro. I wanted to see these idiots
myself.
JS: Manning lunges forward with a knee lift and Violent snaps down to the
canvas.
MT: Look at that impact!
KS: Guys, it’s taking everything I’ve got not go up there and wreck Manning
right now.
JS: Manning rolls Violent over! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
MT: Kickout!
JS: Manning hauling Ryan Violent to his feet. Fist to the gut! Violent
doubles over Sebastion Manning! DDT! DDT!
[The fans leap high and cheer wildly as Manning rolls around and finally
struggles to his feet about the same time as Violent does. Both men glare
hatefully, circle and face off.]
JS: They lock up, and Violent quickly turns it into an armbar! No, no!
Commentate with us, Kuwasi.
KS: I’ve got commentary with this bat, John.
MT: Manning reverses THAT into an armbar. Violent quickly runs to the ropes
to break the hold.
KS: Alright. Manning catches Violent off the ropes. Whip. Manning throws
Violent back into the corner.
JS: Manning with a kick to the midsection. He grabs Violent by the arm and
drags him out of the corner!
MT: Off the ropes! and there’s a nice lariat by Manning! Manning now helps
his opponent back up with a hand full of hair.
JS: And Violent with an eye gouge to reverse the momentum! Violent nails
Manning with a heel kick!
KS: Dooown goes Manning!
[HUGE POP!]
JS: Violent hits the ropes and drops an elbow! QUICK COVER!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!
[The fans groan after the kickout. Manning gets a hair escort courtesy of
Ryan Violent, who brings him to the Contagion corner.]
MT: Violent gaining a measure of control right here. Tag to Johnny Bagwell!
JS: Violent holds him down as Bagwell climbs to the top rope and uses a
kneedrop to the side of the head to stun Manning!
MT: Bagwell up and sets Manning. He piledrives Manning viciously to the
canvas! Contagion just BLISTERING THIS TEAM!
KS: Another cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
JS: Manning kicks out, and Bagwell grabs his opponent by the hair and starts
to pull him up.
MT: WOW! Manning takes Bagwell off his feet with a standing spinebuster out
of nowhere!
[The fans see this, giving a mixture of a boo and a cheer. Cheers for the
stunning move. Boos because it’s The Threat.]
JS: Bagwell lies there! What punishment! Manning crawls along the ropes and
starts to go for the tag!!!
KS: Bagwell’s sitting up now. He’s trying to get up, but Manning in enemy
territory.
JS: Bagwell to his feet, BUT MANNING MAKES THE TAG!!!
[Bagwell gives a startled look as Shane Christopher races across the ring,
leaps up, and locks Bagwell in a hurracanrana! Big pop! But as he tries to
finish the move, Bagwell blocks it and buries Christopher with a powerbomb!
HUGE POP!]
MT: Cover by Bagwell! I think he broke Christopher’s back!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
JS: KICKOUT!
[The collective ‘‘ooh’’ from the fans shakes Bagwell enough to sit up, then
pound Christopher with his fists. After taking up Christopher, Bagwell
plants a boot to the stomach of his rival, and follows with a Gordbuster.
Christopher slowly pops back up, to be met with a short arm clothesline. The
fans go nuts!]
MT: Bagwell in control of this match! Tag over to Violent!
[Johnny Bagwell and Ryan Violent stand momentarily in the ring together,
then begin to double team Christopher in the corner, delivering punches
right to the base of the skull, and earning support in the process.]
KS: Christopher goes to the mat, and Contagion begin to lay the boots to
him.
MT: Bagwell out and now Violent takes hold of the ropes, as he continues
tostomp away at Shane, landing the hard kicks right to the jaw of the former
Great Lakes Heritage Tag Team co-champion!
[Dropping down, Violent takes advantage of the situation and wraps both his
hands around Christopher’s throat and begins to choke him against the mat.]
JS: The referee Sean Christopher gives him a count, but Violent breaks the
choke at the four count and then hammers him in the forehead with right
hands!
MT: Violent threatening a smack to the guest referee who tries to admonish
him. The fans urging him on! I can’t believe this!
KS: Shane’s getting up.
JS: Violent wraps one hand around Shane Christopher’s throat and lifts him
off the mat back onto his feet. The Revelation proceeds to put Christopher
over his shoulders!
MT: AND DOWN! TIGER DRIVER!!
[HUGE POP!]
JS: Violent not stopping, and he DRAGS Christopher to his feet! He whips
Shane off the ropes. Violent comes off! Christopher freezes --
KS: But Violent boots him!
MT: And DDTs him to the mat!
[Another pop.]
JS: Violent had some choice words for you Saturday, Kuwasi. Called you
eloquent even.
KS: It does take one to know one, John. Making up silly stuff shows just how
desperate he is. And just what the hell is a ‘frachise’ anyway?
MT: I’m not even going there. Violent escorting Christopher off the canvas
and brings him into Contagion’s corner. Tag out to Bagwell!
JS: Bagwell and Violent drive home the double-team in the corner, and
Violent goes out. Contagion a well-oiled machine! Bagwell hooks the arms.
Northen Lights suplex!!!
MT: These fans solidly behind Contagion after what the Threat did to Ujimoto
Mizukawa tonight.
JS: Bagwell hauling him up! But Christopher with a BIIIIG uppercut STUNS The
Devil’s Advocate! ANOTHER! Christopher to his feet! LEFT HOOK!
KS: Eye gouge by Bagwell!
MT: And a wild haymaker by Christopher! He’s blinking and charges Bagwell!
JS: Nice step-aside by Bagwell, and Bagwell and Christopher lock up in the
middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Bagwell gets the better
leverage and backs Christopher into the corner.
MT: Guest ref Sean Christopher asks for a clean break and Bagwell gives it.
Christopher comes out with a hard chop to the chest of Bagwell and Johnny
shrinks back!
KS: Are you kidding? Bagwell responds with a hard chop of his own!
[Big pop!]
MT: Bagwell now with a hard right hand and he takes Christopher and shoots
him across to the other turnbuckle. NICE whip!
JS: Bagwell runs in after him but Christopher ducks under a clothesline.
Bagwell turns around and Christopher takes him down with a mafia kick.
MT: Christopher now pulls Bagwell up and takes him over to his corner and
makes the tag out to Sebastion Manning!
KS: Manning comes in and scales the buckles and Christopher --
JS: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
MT: WOW! MANNING WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
KS: There’s a cover!
ONE!!!
MT: KICKOUT! WOW!
JS: A kickout with AUTHORITY! Bagwell kicks out!
KS: Manning up and bounces into the ropes, and rebounds, but Johnny Bagwell
lifts his foot up, and drives his size eight to the face of Manning!
[Crowd pop!]
MT: Size eight?!
KS: Yeah! ‘at’s a girl foot if I ever saw one.
JS: Bagwell coming to his feet, with Manning still dazed right here -- he
doesn’t even look like he knows where he is!
MT: He falls over! And the fans love it!
JS: Bagwell pulls Manning back up and nails a European uppercut to the jaw
sending him against the ropes. And Bagwell follows that and shoots him
across to the other side.
MT: Manning off the ropes and Bagwell with a perfectly placed dropkick
sending Manning into and over the top rope to the apron!
[Fans in the front row go ‘‘whoo’’ in unison!]
KS: Manning pulls himself back up, but Bagwell goes off the ropes again and
leaps for a flying forearm into Manning!
[Pop!]
JS: But Manning drops down and pulls the top rope down sending Bagwell
flying over the top rope! Bagwell crashing down to the arena floor!
MT: Manning now using the time to get his wind back as he drops down to the
arena floor. Manning pulls Bagwell to his feet and rams his head into the
ring apron!
JS: And a second time! Manning now lifts Bagwell up for a back suplex and
plants him on the floor!
[Front row erupts in taunts for Manning, who gestures a backhand to the
fans.]
KS: Oh please!
MT: Manning now pulls Bagwell up and rolls him into the ring and follows in.
JS: Bagwell getting to his feet, but Manning from behind --
KS: BULLDOG!
MT: Manning getting up, and he makes a line STRAIGHT for the Singapore cane
on the apron near Wright!!!
[Hardcore pop as Manning picks up the cane, and is immediately confronted by
Sean Christopher. Manning shoves him backwards and rushes Bagwell, who
staggers to his corner.]
___CRACK!___
JS: Manning’s cane smacks across the head of Bagwell, which causes him to
backpedal towards the wrong corner!!!
___CRACK!___
MT: Another shot staggers Bagwell!
KS: Manning takes two steps back and charges with another shot...
JS and MT: WHICH MISSES!
JS: Bagwell manages to duck the cane shot, a move that gives him the opening
to lunge forward and catch Manning
MT: With a spear!
KS: No DQ by Sean Christopher, and Bagwell picks up the cane!
___CRACK!___
MT: Right over the back of Sebastion Manning!!!
JS: BUT MANNING GRABS HIS LEG AND FLIPS HIM!
[Chorus of boos!]
KS: Manning getting up and laying the boots to Johnny Bagwell.
MT: Bagwell fighting to his hands and knees!
[Bagwell makes it back to his feet, amazingly. Manning punches and kicks,
trying to get the bigger man to fall back to the canvas. But for each punch
the Threat member lands, the crowd roars as they see the clenched fists of
Bagwell.]
MT’’ UH OOOOH! Manning digging boots to Bagwell! BUT Bagwell returning the
favor!!!
JS: Bagwell with a back elbow to the face of Manning. Irish whip by Bagwell,
and --
[POP!]
MT: What a clothesline!!! Manning crashes down. Bagwell stomping on Manning
now! He’s lifting him up!
KS: Powerbomb!
[The fans stomp in approval! Bagwell raises both fists in the air, which
gets another shocking ovation. Manning groggily gets to his feet, but gets a
boot to the gut. Bagwell stands over Manning, leaps and plants him to the
canvas, earning one of the night’s biggest pops.]
MT: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!!!
JS: COVER!
[Bagwell hooks the leg, as the fans stand, but Sean Christopher stands and
doesn’t count. Bagwell gets up and questions Sean and they begin to push
each other.]
MT: A big comeback by Bagwell, but Sean Christopher _refuses_ to count!!!
[Boos fill the arena as Violent gets in the ring and in Sean’s face. Shane
Christopher rushes in and grabs the cane, blasting both men brutally. More
boos!]
JS: Manning to his feet, and Bagwell dazed by that cane shot! Christopher
did he just hand --
MT: MANNING SLUGS BAGWELL! HE GOES DOWN LIKE A TON OF BRICKS! HE HAS
SOMETHING!
KS: Shane throws Violent out! Manning covers! Good grief!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
MT: Fast count! Sean Christopher has reunited with his brother?!?!?!
KS: What a masochist.
JS: THIS WAS A SETUP ALL ALONG! Sean Christopher just cheated Contagion!!!
[The boos fill the arena as the Christophers and Manning slip out of the
ring just as Ryan Violent dives in. They quickly uncuff Wright and Brittney
and celebrate wildly.]
JS: The Threat have just stolen the tag team gold right from under
Contagion!!!
MT: This is sickening!
[The Threat grab the new tag team straps, with Sean Christopher, Brittney
Christopher and Daniel Wright look on proudly. In the ring, Johnny Bagwell
and Ryan Violent shake their heads in disgust.]
JS: This is awful.
[Suddenly, ‘‘Revolve’’ by the Melvins roars, and the crowd explodes.]
KS: Now that ain’t good t’all.
[Across the big screen, AWMC President Akira Mushashi appears, looking
troubled. He gives a mirthless smirk and addresses the fans.]
AM: Hold up just a minute! Hold on!
[Both teams turn their attention to Mushashi, who clasps his hands and
speaks with force.]
AM: I have the distinct honor of not particularly liking either of you. But
what I just saw is onscene. Sean Christopher, you’re trash, and the Threat
are a lot worse.
[The fans cheer wildly, though the Threat just hold up the titles, mocking
the president.]
AM: And if either of you walk out of this building with those belts, don’t
bother coming back, because I’ll fire you on the spot.
[HUUUUUUUGE POP! Bagwell and Violent smirk at the shocked Threat.]
AM: The AGW World Tag Team titles are officially vacant. Until next week.
JS: WHAT?!?!
AM: Because, next week, Shane Christopher and Sebastion Manning, you will
face those men, Johnny Bagwell and Ryan Violent --
[IMMENSE POP!!! Christopher and Manning shake their heads at Mushashi, then
look at one another.]
MT: GOODNESS!!!
AM: Inside of a top-sealed steel cage I’ve dubbed especially for you........
THE KILLING FLOOR!!!
[The fans go bananas as the Threat stare in disbelief.]
AM: And, just in case you four clowns decide you want to be cute, I’ve
decided to appoint a GUEST referee who has no allegiance to either of you
and wouldn’t in a million years. I’m talking about
__KUWASI__
__’’BLACKFIST’’__
__SHAKUR!!!__
[The fans again go nuts!]
KS: I’m likin’ the sound of this already.
AM: So Kuwasi, I’m sorry about your partner. Feel free to bring whatever you
need to keep these guys in line. We WILL have new tag team champions. Mr.
Bagwell, Mr. Violent, you will get your match, once and for all.
[Despite the fact it’s Contagion, the fans pop at justice being done. The
Threat are now arguing with each other as Mushashi continues.]
AM: And lastly, if I see Sean Christopher, Daniel Wright or Brittney
Christopher even in the building that night, I’ll have you scrubbing toilets
the next fifteen years.
JS: WHOA!
AM: Get it? YOU’RE BANNED FROM THE ARENA!
[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!]
KS: Oh, I’m _really_ likin’ the sound of this.
[Shakur takes off his headphones and pounds the apron to get Ryan Violent’s
attention, then mouths something to the effect of ‘‘I got your eloquent next
week, bitch’’ before disappearing into the crowd.]
AM: This company will not be dragging to your level, boys. Next week, you
see mine! Goodnight!
[Mushashi vanishes from the screen, prompting the Threat, then Contagion to
head quickly to the back.]
JS: What a call! The Threat versus Contagion on the Killing Floor, with
Kuwasi Shakur as guest ref!
MT: And he can do whatever he wants! Scary!
JS: I can’t wait! This war has not ended!
Pat Doyle
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