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[RAGE opens with DaddyMack strutting down the rampway. Kutter is already in the ring, glaring at him. DM enters the ring and immediately the two collide with punches and kicks and the lot. Kutter breaks away, but charges right back in hitting a quick, but not too impactful GORE! DM falls back to the corner holding his gut and Kutter takes control. He runs and spears DaddyMack right into the corner. Kutter starts punching furiously. He cracks a few slaps across DM's chest and roars.] Joey: That's the intensity of Kutter Flash. Everything he steps into that ring, he's a true beast. I don't mean like Rhyno or Batista, where they occasionally stop to think about art or poetry or something. I mean Kutter is a BEAST. He inhales violence instead of oxygen, Trunks. Trunks: Looks to me like he's inhaling DaddyMack... [It does look that way, until Kutter backs up and charges again. This time DaddyMack climbs the ropes at the last second and leaps over Kutter. Kutter turns around right into a Clothesline. Kuts rolls up right into another one. Kutter claws back up, but gets caught with a "Ghetto Busta", DM's version of an evenflow ddt. DaddyMack covers, but gets thrust off by Kutter. DM goes to the ropes, but Kutter flies into the corner and knocks him off balance. Kutter climbs up and hooks for some crazy suplex, but Mack elbows out and counters with a big time Superplex.] Joey: Mack is on point tonight. It's tough keeping up with Kutter. Trunks: No, the tip of Kutter's skull is on point. That's probably the only part of his head that's not totally dull. That GORE is just waiting to happen, Joey. [Kutter eventually stumbles up and Mack catches him with a Head Scissors Takedown. Kutter sails into the corner and smashes into the turnbuckles. DaddyMack swoops in real quick, looking for his Sweet Chin Music. Kutter ducks at the last moment, and Mack kicks over the rope and gets his crotch hung up. He bounces back and sinks into the corner, holding his area. Kutter goes to the other side of the ring, apparently setting up for the GORE!] Trunks: Oh man... GOOOOORE BABY GOOOOOORE!!! [Mack is down in the corner as Kutter bends down in the opposite corner readying for his Gore. Mack claws his way up using the ropes, and starts to turn. Kutter bolts out charging at full speed, but Mack catches a glimpse of him and nails Da Shows Ova real quick sneding Kutter backwards and nearly out. Mack drops to his face and both men are down. The ref checks them both, then begins a ten count. As he gets to around six though, a man comes running from the crowd and slides into the ring with a black ball bat in his hand. He stand around six foot, not a real big guy and has blonde hair, but barely any hair, um, let's say he looks like Eminem, but not entirely, um, yea. The ref yells at him to get out of the ring, but the guy just swings the bat in the ref's direction keeping him back, then swings it again into the head of Mack who was getting up. The guy swings at Kutter now nailing him in the ribs, then kicks him from the ring. The ref gets in his face again and this tiem gets taken down fom a shot to the head. Mack starts crawl up again, but the guy drives the bat right into his head busting him open now and laying him out. He starts to swing at Mack's knees, drives the bat into the back of his knees several times. Security comes running out finally and the guy hauls ass outta the ring and leaves through the crowd as we now see EMT's come out for Mack.] Joey: Well I supposed that one was a no contest or whatever ya want to call it. Sucks to see a match end that way and like him or not, hope Mack isn't too badly hurt from those shots. Trunks: He'll come through it, always has so far, but I wonder who that dude was that ran in here with the bat? Joey: Who knows, someone from Mack's past probably considering how bad he went after Mack. Trunks: Well no shit, but a name is what I was getting at, hopefully we see more of this guy. Joey: I don't know about that. [And so we wait for what happens next.] |
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[After a break, we pan back to the parking lot where we find Daddy Mack showered, bandaged, and dressed, he is walking out of the arena with his bag over his shoulder. He heads for his waiting limo when a car comes speeding behind him at an insane speed. Mack tries to jump out of the way, but he gets hit and flies up, flipping head over heels, and landing with his lower back right on the corner of the roof and windshield, his shoulders and head cracking the windshield. The car comes to stop and does a 180 in the process sending Mack rolling off to the pavement. Out of the car steps the same man from earlier who ran in during Mack's match. He has the same ball bat and runs over cracking Mack in the lower back over and over, then works on his knees some before rolling him over and slapping him in the face. Mack opens his eyes and looks in awe at this guy, looks he sees a ghost. The guy just grins and says.] Unknown Guy: Didn't think ya'd see me again Mack, thought I was dead saw me kill myself right in front of you? I fooled you, ya asshole, I fooled them all and now I am back, to end you fucking career! [The guy swings the bat as hard as he can and brings it crashing to Mack's ribs , then jabs it to his head and holds a foot to his throat. Mack struggles and coughs up blood, the guy just choking him out into unconciousness before letting up and climbing back in his car. He speeds off now as the limo driver who had ran for help now comes on to the scene with EMT's who start helping Mack and we cut back to ringside.] Joey: I'd say that guy was from Mack's past after seeing that and I'd say Mack may be out of action for a while. Trunks: For once I may have to agree, the way he landed on that car and the shots to his back, Mack sure got a number down on him. Joey: Let's hope he can come back, but we gotta keep going on with the show. [And do that we do and wait for our next match.] |
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"The following Hardcore contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!" The bell sounds and we come in to see Black Widow standing across from Steve Weigel. Trunks: Is Weigel crying in the corner? Widow walks across the ring and punches Weigel right in the mouth. Joey: He is now! Weigel falls back into the corner and Widow starts laying in kicks to the gut. Weigel drops down to one knee and Widow nails him in the face with a knee lift. Weigel crawls over the bottom rope and falls to the floor. Joey: I don't think Steve expected this out of Black Widow. Weigel scurries up to his feet on the floor and stumbles around. Weigel looks up and sees Widow plowing down on top of him from a slingshot over the top rope. Both crash to the floor and Widow starts laying in right hands as soon as she sits up. Weigel looks out of it as Widow walks over to the announcers table and starts throwing monitors and headsets around. Steve gets up and comes at Widow from behind, but she sees him and gives Weigel a drop toe hold into the announcers table. Weigel grabs his nose and crawls away as Widow pulls the time keeper out of his chair. She picks up the chair folding it together and walking towards Weigel. Steve is still crawling on his hands and knees when Widow slams the chair down across Weigels back. A loud smack echoes through the arena and Weigel falls face down arching his back out screaming in pain. Trunks: That sounded like a freaking gun shot going off! Joey: Black Widow really taking it to Steve Weigel early on in this hardcore style match! Widow throws the chair down and slides into the ring. Weigel stumbles up to his feet and Widow runs across the ring faking a leap over the top rope. Weigel darts out of the way and Widow lands on the apron. Steve brags to the fans about how smart he is while turning back around to see Widow run down the apron and jump off witha hurricanrana that throws Weigel right into the ring steps. The top half go flying off and Weigel is laid out face down on the floor. Trunks: Black Widow is dominating this entire match! Joey: I haven't seen her fight like this in a long time, Trunks! Widow pulls Weigel up by the hair and drags him over to the announcers table. She slams his face into the table and rolls him on top. Joey and Trunks scatter as Widow picks up a chair and slams it into Weigels chest. Steve tightens his chest up while cryin out in pain. Widow slides into the ring with the chair, gets up and sets it up near the ropes. Widow looks back at Weigel who isn't moving on the table, she turns around and runs off to the ropes, she comes back and jumps off the chair, springboards off the top rope, and executes a shooting star press to the outside crashing through Weigel and the table!! The crowd goes insane with "holy shit" chants. Joey: OH MY GOD!! Trunks: Black Widow just broke Steve Weigel in half with that huge risk! Joey: I can't believe she just did that! They show a replay of Widow going off the chair, off the top rope and into the shooting star then through the table with Weigel laid out on top. Back to live action Widow is holding her side while slowly getting up to her feet. Widow leans back against the ring apron and gets a standing ovation. Joey: She might not be the most popular wrestler here, but no matter who you are you gotta give it up for her. What an amazing talent! Widow pulls Weigel up to his feet and rolls him into the ring, she follows in afterwards and gets up picking the chair up with her. She folds it together with a loud slap and points it at Weigel. Widow slams the chair on the mat and pulls Steve up by the hair, he gets up on wobbly legs and Widow just slams him face first into the chair with the X Factor. Weigel hits hard and rolls over to his back. His nose and mouth starts to bleed as Widow stands up and walks over to his feet, and begins hooking his legs up in a figure four leg lock. Joey: The Sweet Dream, and now the Widows Web. Steve Weigel is absolutely done for here, Trunks. Widow clenches his face while yelling in pain, before too long at all Weigel starts tapping his heart out. The bell rings and Out Of My Way by Seether hits. "Here is your winner... BLACK WIDOW!!!" Trunks: Black Widow with a dominating victory over Steve Weigel. |
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Hooray for backstage. We cut to the hallway just inside the back entrance�?the door swings open and�?OH EM JEE, IT’S RYAN CAIN! The fans in the arena erupt when they see Ryan enter the building wearing his jeans and a shirt, along with a pair of shades; his arm draped across the shoulders of that girl he likes named Riot. The United States Championship Belt is slung over Ryan’s shoulder, as usual.
Riot: So, your match tonight�?what do you think?
Ryan: Meh, it’s in the bag. Izzy’s not bad�?but we all know she’s�?
Riot: �?no Ryan Cain.
Ryan: That’s correct.
Riot: Well, don’t get too ov-�?what’s wrong?
The tail of a black trench coat is seen exiting a door around the corner before quickly down the opposite hallway, as Ryan suddenly stumbles backward, leaning against the wall just to keep himself from falling. Riot rushes to his side, checking on him.
Riot: Ryan�?Ryan?!? What the hell is wrong with you?
Ryan has a far-off look in his eyes, which have now glazed over. What the shit is his problem? Finally, he shakes his head from side to side, snapping out of it.
Riot: Ryan? What’s wrong with you?
Ryan: What? Oh, nothing�?
Ryan pushes himself off the wall.
Ryan: �?nothing. I’m fine, just my dinner didn’t set well with me, I guess. Let’s just get to the locker room.
Riot looks a little doubtful, but walks down the hall with him, nonetheless. Hmm, that was�?weird. |
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We open to a scene in the vending area, Widow is grabbing a bottle out of the machine and lookie whom else seems to want to quench his thirst... It's Damien Destruction.
Widow turns and is looking chest level with the King of Destruction. She smirks and looks up at him.
"Well well Damien, fancy meeting you here."
Damien grins.
"So tell me Widow, do you have an answer for my offer?"
Widow smiles that mixed smile.
"You know, I think I do."
Damien's grin widens.
"Oh?"
Widow nods her head and runs her hand over Damien's bulking chest and grabs the front of his shirt and leans in towards him and whispers.
"I want you Damien.... in the worst way."
Within seconds Damien's grin turns to a look of discomfort as we see Widow's knee being brought up and she slams it between Damien's legs. Damien drops down on one knee and looks up at Widow, but before he can can say a word a boot is brought up and Damien goes head first into the water machine, plastic and water bottles go flying everywhere.
Widow twists the lid off of he water and takes a drink, then looks down at Damien.
"You just had to go and push the issue, you couldn't wait. Well now you have your answer Damien. I'm damn good and READY! See you at Fade to Black sweetie."
Widow dumps the rest of her water over Damien's head as he's starting to climb to his knees. Widow strolls away and out of sight as Damien gets to his feet.
Damien looks all around , not spotting Widow anywhere, he lets out a growl and grabs ahold of what's let of the water machine and slams it to the floor. |
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(Backstage time? I think so. Buckle up, you know what time it is. We cut to a backstage hallway, where Ryan FOCKin Cain and Cross, AKA The Freaks, are seen strolling toward�?something. Maybe the ring. Anyway, the fans instantly erupt with roaring approval and love for their tag team heroes. They’re talking as they walk, as friends tend to do, Ryan with the United States Championship Belt slung over his shoulder, Cross with uh�?a t-shirt on. Cross is talking, when Ryan sees something ahead, tapping Cross on the chest, stopping him in mid-sentence.)
Ryan: Cross�?
(He points up ahead.)
Ryan: �?look.
Cross: What?
(Cross looks up and a smirk instantly stretches its way across his face.)
Cross: Well, well, well�?
(We pan around�?to see William Rodney Mercy, a gold belt over each shoulder, and Matt Taylor in the same fashion standing side by side, looking up at The Freaks having recognized the voice of Cross.)
Cross: �?if it isn’t the team of Englishmen.
(Ryan and Cross continue forward, approaching WRM and Taylor until both teams can be held in the view of the camera at the same time.
WRM: �?I’m not English, dumbass.
Ryan: No, but you are gay, queerbait.
Taylor: That doesn’t even make sen-�?
(Cross holds up his index finger in front of Matt.)
Cross: Shh�?don’t speak.
Ryan: Yeah, quiet, simpleton�?for you are in the presence of greatness.
WRM: These belts say otherwise.
Cross: Didn’t I tell you to shh?
Ryan: Yeah, and those belts are only being held temporarily. Only a matter of time before a team of�?superiority�?takes them away from you.
Taylor: Hey, hey�?William is W2K Champion, and I’m Xtreme Impact Champion�?I think we know who the superior team is here.
Ryan: Of course we do�?
Cross: �?us.
Ryan: Duh.
Cross: And, as far as that Xtreme Impact Belt you have there, Matt�?I hope you don’t have any problems coping with the word “former�?coming before that title.
Ryan: Yeah, because tonight is the night that your little franchise “monopoly,�?as you’ve called it, starts to come tumbling down.
Cross: I can hear it now, boys. “Cross�?winner�?and new�?W2K Xtreme Impact Champion.�?
(Ryan nods.)
Ryan: Nice ring to it.
Cross: I thought so.
Taylor: Listen here, mate�?
Ryan: No, you listen here.
(Ryan gets right in Matt’s face, and the only reason WRM doesn’t step in is due to the chance of a sucker punch from Cross’s direction.)
Ryan: We aren’t your mates, *mate*. I think we proved that when we exposed you to the world. The cheers from those people that you get every time you step into the arena, your main event matches�?
(Ryan looks down at each belt on Matt’s shoulders, before returning to eye contact.)
Ryan: �?your gold belts�?you can thank *us*, you can thank *The Freaks* for all of it. Because, Matt Taylor, we’re the reason you’re anything in this business, we’re the reason you’re still here�?we’re the reason you aren’t drunk in some bar in England, talking about “that one time�?you were in a wrestling ring.
WRM: Hey!
(Taylor puts a hand on Mercy’s chest, gesturing for him to stand back.)
Taylor: No! I’m tired of taking all this garbage from you, night in and night out. I admit it, you deceived me, and I went for it. Fine, but that doesn’t make you anything more than a lying bastard, who has to use others to get places. I trusted you, Ryan, just like I trusted Cross�?but that was my fault. I won’t make that mistake again. I’m a Champion, and I don’t have anyone to thank for that, except Matt�?*Taylor*.
(Ryan didn’t expect that reaction�?but he accepts the words with a smile and a small chuckle.)
Ryan: I see. I suppose you might be correct, Matt�?but I’ll know for sure, by the end of the night.
(Ryan steps back to his spot beside Cross, out of Taylor’s face.)
Cross: That’s right, Matt�?it’s gut check time. Make sure you take a good look at that little belt of yours�?savor it�?take in its feeling of comfort around your waist for the next hour or so�?because, after that bell rings tonight, you’ll never lay your hands on it again.
(Ryan turns to Mercy, who has been quiet since Matt held him back.)
Ryan: What the matter, “Champ?�?Are you gonna let this kid fight your battles for you? Or are your balls just in your throat because you know we speak the truth?
WRM: Truth, my ass. You can talk all you want, steak all the claims you want, try to intimidate us both all you want�?but it won’t make a damn bit of difference. After tonight, Matt will still be a double Champion, just like both of us will be at the end of next week.
Cross: Is that right?
WRM: Yeah, that is right.
Cross: Interesting, because, I’m afraid, after next week is over�?all you two will have left between you�?is this W2K Title Belt that you didn’t deserve in the first place.
Ryan: Deny it all you want, Mercy�?run it over and over in your head, tell yourself you’ll win, tell yourself Matt here will win�?but your wishful thinking isn’t going to change a thing. Just watch my tag team match, tonight�?you’ll see what real tag wrestling is all about. No one beats Cross, no one beats Ryan Cain, and certainly no one beats The Freaks.
Taylor: We’ll see about that.
Cross: That we will.
Ryan: And, don’t worry, Mercy�?we’ll get around to your W2K Title, eventually.
(Cross and Ryan smirk at each other as Ryan nods his head to the side, indicating they should go. Ryan walks out of view, shaking his head. Cross steps up to both the Tag Champions, and pats the Tag Title Belts on their shoulders one at a time.)
Cross: Keep the belts warm, boys. We won’t leave them hanging there too long.
(Cross walks out of view in the same direction Ryan had gone as we pull in to a tight close-up on the faces of both Tag Champions. Ooo�?this feud rules.) |
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Trunks: Those chicks are hawt! Joey: W2K fans welcome back to Monday night RAGE! We're set for the mixed tag match here between Ryan Cain and Sapphire. Going up against Ace Hart and Isabella Taylor! The two teams are in the ring each standing back in their corner talking about who's getting in first. Izzy and Sapphire step out to the apron as Ace and Ryan start circling each other as the bell rings. Ace goes to lock up with Cain, Ryan ducks under and turns around behind Ace. Ace spins around and catches a kick from Cain. Ryan hits an enziguri to drop Hart face down in the center of the ring. Ryan gets up and bounces off the ropes. Ace starts to get up but sees Ryan coming so he drops back down. Ryan steps over Ace and runs to the opposite ropes as Ace gets back to his feet. Ryan comes back in for a shoulder block, but Ace doesn't budge and Ryan crashes to the mat. Joey: Ace Hart obviously the bigger and stronger of the two. Ace stands there with a big grin daring Ryan to try again. Ryan gets up and runs off to the ropes again. Ryan comes back and Ace readies himself. Ryan instead slides between Ace's feet and comes out behind Hart. Hart spins around and Ryan smacks him right in the face, Cain backs up with his arms spread out daring Ace to come after him. Ace looks shocked, then pissed and runs after Ryan. Ryan drops back and catches Ace Hart with an arm drag right through the ropes and out to the floor. Trunks: And Ryan Cain looking like the smarter of the two. Ace slaps the mats on the floor and gets back to his feet looking frustrated. Ace climbs up on the apron chewing gum with a smile back on his face as he steps in the ring. Ace and Ryan back in the center of the rign about to lock up, but Ace catches Ryan with a poke to the eye. Ryan turns around covering his eyes blinded and Ace runs up from behind grabbing Ryan by the back of the neck and slams his face into the turnbuckle. Ryan turns around falling into the corner and Ace lays in a couple kicks to the gut. Falls to a seated position and Ace tags in Izzy. Izzy slingshots in and spins around in mid air to nail Ryan with a hellacious drop kick to the chest. She rolls back getting back to her feet and runs at him again. Ryan slides out and catches her with a drop toe hold. Izzy puts her arms out stopping herself from hitting face first into the bottom turnbuckle. She turns around while lunging at Ryan for a sweep kick. Ryan hops over it and drop kicks her right in the face. Trunks: Damn! Joey: Ryan Cain just about took her head off! Ryan stumbles over to his corner and tags in Sapphire who quickly gets in and runs across the ring catching Izzy while she's down. Sapphire falls on her with an elbow drop, she gets back up and drops another then covers. Izzy kicks out at two and Sapphire starts getting back to her feet while pulling Izzy up along with her. Sapphire backs Izzy into a neutral corner and sets her up on the top rope. Sapphire follows up going for a superplex, but Izzy starts to fight her off with blows to the gut. Sapphire loses her grip on Izzy and is pushed off backwards. Izzy steps up onto the top rope and regains her balance then jumps off for a frog splash. She gets big air and comes down, but Sapphire moves at the last second! Izzy crashes to the mat. Joey: The Championess took a big risk there and it did not pay off! Trunks: Don't destroy those beautiful knockers toots! Joey: .... Both women slowly inch their way back to their corners and make the hot tags at the same time. Ace climbs in as Ryan jumps over the top rope. Both guys run at each other. Ace goes for a clothesline, but Ryan ducks. Ace is spun around by Cain and kicked in the gut. Ryan draws back and nails Ace in the side of the head witha backhand. Ryan kicks him again, then hits him with a left punch and pushes Ace against the ropes, and sends him off with the irish whip. Ace comes back and Ryan leap frogs him. Ace hits the ropes again as Ryan drops to his back rolling his legs back for a monkey flip. Ace comes back around, stops and stomps on Ryans face then drops on him with a leg drop. Trunks: Maybe Ace is the smarter of the two... Ace backs up to the ropes and comes off measuring Ryan for an elbow drop. Ace slowly steps forward and drops a straight elbow across Ryans forehead. Ryan's legs spring up as he rolls towards the ropes. Ace pulls him back out and covers with his forearm across Ryan's face. A two count and Ryan kicks out. Ace pulls Ryan up by the hair on the back of his head and levels him with a right hand. Ace kneels down grabbing a handful of hair and starts laying into Ryan with right hands. Repeatedly until finally Ace stops and gets back to his feet. Joey: Ace Hart with a mean streak really showing tonight! Ryan pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and Ace comes back at Ryan, but Ryan spins Ace around pushing him against the ropes and starts in with a series of chops. The crowd gets fired up, and so does Ace's chest. Ryan stops and Ace grabs his red whelped up chest and walks away from the ropes. Ryan follows in and kicks Ace in the gut, Ace doubles over and Ryan grabs a leg and drops Hart back with a side suplex. Ryan crawls across Ace's chest and covers. 1...2. No Ace kicks out! Joey: Ryan Cain starting to get his second wind here. Trunks: He had a first wind? Ryan and Ace both get back up to their feet and Ace swings wildly. Ryan ducks under and locks up Ace's arms before throwing him back with a dragon suplex. Ryan keeps the arms locked and bridges up for a pin. 1...2...KICK OUT! Ace just barely kicks out. Ryan gets up and runs to the ropes, quickly climbing to the top. Ace pushes himself up to his feet and stumbles around facing Ryan who is high in the air diving clear over Ace and brings him down in a sunset flip. The ref slides in and counts 1...2...KICK OUT! Just in time Ace Hart kicks out. Ryan gets back up and waits for Ace to start getting bac up. Ace gets up and Ryan runs right passed him. Ryan steps up on the middle turnbuckle then to the top, he jumps off bacwards witha corkscrew as Ace is turning to face Cain. Ryan comes down for The Score, but Ace manages to catch Ryan in a mean looking back breaker. Ryan almost folds in half over Harts knee. Hart runs to the ropes and nails Sapphire in the face with a forearm out of nowhere that sends her soaring off the apron to the guard rail. Trunks: Damn! Joey: Ace Hart could've just broke Ryan Cains back there! Sapphire jumps up on the apron with a steel chair, the ref hurries and takes it out of her hand dropping it next to his feet in the ring. Ace starts doing his little strut, puts on the imaginary shades then sees the chair. The crowd all of a sudden goes into an uproar and Ace picks up the chair. Joey: DC!! Trunks: Ace look out! DC slides into the ring from behind and gets up running at Ace who spins around and BAM!! Ace slams the chair into DC's face and DC falls back almost in slow motion and rolls out of the ring to the floor. Ace slams the chair down yelling and mocking DC laid out on the floor. Ace still yelling about him being the man, turns around and gets a face full of Ryan Cains boot! Joey: ZERO! Trunks: In a sudden chain events Ace Hart was just taken out! With the Zero kick from Ryan Cain! Both guys go down like a ton of bricks. Ryan falls across Ace and the ref turns around after finally restraining Sapphire. He drops down for the count. 1....2...Izzy breaks up the pin at the last possible second! The ref drags Izzy back to her corner, Ryan makes the tag to Sapphire who comes in ready to pin Hart. The ref turns around but since he didn't see the tag he's not allowing it. Sapphire is forced back to the corner while Izzy drags a knocked out Ace Hart to the corner. The ref turns back around and Izzy makes the tag and steps into the ring. Ryan slowly gets o his feet with Izzy standing behind him. The ref stops Sapphire from coming into the ring again and Izzy picks up the chair behind the ref's back. Ryan gets up and turns around facing Izzy. Izzy nails Ryan with the chair and turns to toss it out of the ring. With her back turns Ryan falls back right into a blind tag to Sapphire. The ref turns around as Izzy goes for a cover, but he doesn't start counting. Joey: Izzy missed the blind tag! Izzy looks confusingly at the ref and gets up to her feet yelling at him. Sapphire takes advantage and springboards off the top and catches Izzy with her version of the West Coast Pop. They flip around and Sapphire hooks both legs, the ref slides in for the count.1...2.....3!! The bell rings and Sapphire jumps up with the ref raising her hand. Isabella gets on her knees looking at Sapphire with her hand raised shocked about how fast it happened. Trunks: She didn't see that coming at all. Joey: The Shattered Jewel and it' over with! You gotta believe that Izzy will have no choice but to give that woman a rematch for the Championess title now, Trunks. In The Light by Full Blown Rose hits and Sapphire is standing there motioning around her waist that she's taking the title. |
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(Backstage again? I think so. Ryan Cain is walking backstage, still soaked in sweat after his tag team match with Ace Hart and Isabella Taylor, his U.S. Title Belt over his shoulder. He pushes his hair back out of his face�?and the hallway suddenly goes pitch black.)
Ryan: �?The fock? Uh�?hello? Did W2K not pay its electric bill�?again? Guys�?come on, guys�?this isn’t funny. Goddamn it.
(There’s a lot of rustling around as Ryan is heard feeling his way through the hallway.)
Ryan: Where’s that stupid light switch? Ah, here we go.
(He flips the switch. Nothing.)
Ryan: Uh�?what the�??
(He flips it again. Nothing. He flips it a bunch of times, and still nothing happens. Suddenly, the lights flash back on, extremely brightly at first, almost blinding Ryan, before dimming back down to normal. Ryan finds himself squinting his eyes, looking right at the window of some kind of office. He lets his eyes adjust for a moment�?and then realizes there’s a reflection in the window. His eyes grow wide, and he spins around in horror�?only to bump into the frame of Cross, his tag team partner.)
Cross: Uh�?what’s your problem?
(Ryan looks around frantically.)
Ryan: What? What the hell? He was�?he was right here.
Cross: �?Uh�?have you been looking through my little plastic baggies again?
Ryan: No, damn it. Where the hell did he go?
Cross: Who? What are you talking about, asshole?
(Ryan runs both hands through his hair, shaking off the fright.)
Ryan: No one. No one, don’t worry about it�?you have a match coming up. You should go get ready for it.
Cross: Yeah�?yeah, I suppose I should.
(Ryan shakes his head, once more, as Cross leads the way back down the hallway, out of the view of the camera.) |
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"The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and will feature a No Disqualifications stipulation!!! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Salt Lake City, Utah... The Real Deal, DAMIEN COLLINS!!!" "Headstrong" by Trapt hits and the fans go buckwild in the stands for W2K's resident fan favorite, Damien Collins. DC walks out onto the stage, grinning. He waves to the fans, really happy to make a return to RAGE. He starts making his way down the ramp, but suddenly... SMACK! Joey: Dear God!!! Damnit!! Trunks: Look out, Damien!!! Azrael sinks a steel chair into DC's backside, and DC goes rolling down the ramp. Azrael chases him down there, and at the bottom of the ramp, he slams the chair into DC's spine a second time. Damien stumbles over to the ring, holding his spine. He tries to get in, but Azrael dent the chair a third time, sending it into DC's lower back. DC rolls into the ring and Azrael tosses the chair aside, following in. *ding ding* Joey: How disgraceful... Trunks: Need I remind you, this match is no disqualifications? That was legal. Azrael pins DC, but only gets a two count. He stands and immediately drives a knee into DC's back. He repeats this a few times, basically stomping DC's back with one knee. He drags DC to his feet and swings him around for a body slam. DC's back is clearly in a lot of pain. Azrael goes over to the corner and unties the top turnbuckle. While he does, DC gets to his feet. The crowd cheers as Damien charges behind Azrael. Azrael gets clubbed in the back by a dropkick and sent face-first into the exposed turnbuckle. He stumbles backwards and gets clipped in the back of the head by the "Best Dropkick In The Business". DC taunts for the fans, who chant his name loudly. Joey: I don't know what magic trick DC did to get such a huge fanbase, but man, these fans absolutely LOVE Damien Collins. Trunks: There's going to be a lot less to love if he doesn't stay focused. DC turns around, and indeed after taunting, he loses a little focus. Azrael is able to sneak in a big low blow, which under the rules of this match (no rules), is legal. DC bends down, and Azrael gets up, grabbing DC by the arm. He whips Collins as hard as he can, and DC goes flying into the corner. His back slams into the exposed turnbuckle, and DC immediately drops face first to the mat. Azrael goes after him, lifting him up. He whips DC to the ropes, but before DC can even turn around and bounce off, Azrael runs in and slams a knee into DC's spine. DC's chest bounces off the rope and he falls to his back, depserately clutching his lower back. Joey: I still can't get over how insane Azrael is. First of all, my personal condolances to the family of Miss Ashley... but my God... what a dispicable display from Azrael. He tried to use it against JT Kash. Folks, JT Kash is at home right now, attending to Ashley's preperations. What a sad thing to try and expose that. Trunks: He's pretty good at exposing things... like uhh... flesh. DC shoves Azrael away and gets to his feet. He tries to Scoop Slam Azrael, but his back gives out at the apex. Azrael drops behind DC and starts viciously kneeing his back. He grabs Damien by the hair and rips backwards. DC falls backwards, and his back lands on Azrael's knee. Cover by Azrael for a two count. Azrael rips DC up off the mat and goes for a Stigma Killer. In mid-air, Damien attempts a reverse into a DC Drop. Azrael breaks free, but he gets spooked. DC capitalizes with chops to the chest. He whips Azrael off the ropes, and delivers a Powerslam, pinning at the end for a two count. Azrael stumbles up and DC gets him with a Sidewalk Slam for another two count. When that fails, DC goes to the top rope. Azrael follows him up though, and a punching contest ensues. Joey: DC can't afford a Superplex from Azrael. Trunks: That would rip his back to peices, Joey! DC seems to realize this. With the fans rallying behind him, he grabs Azrael by the ears, and headbuts him. Azrael plummets to the mat, rolling to his feet. He gets up just in time for a HUGE Cross Body by The Real Deal. Damien hooks the leg... ONE! TWO! Oh crap, DC just got up! Joey: DAMNIT! Ace Hart! Ace Hart! Ace Hart runs down to ringside, going under the apron. DC spots him though. Ace comes back out on the other side, holding what looks like Azrael's Crown of Thorns kendo!!! It's Thorny!!! Ace slides into the ring, but DC was playing possum. Damien kicks Ace, causing him to drop the barbed wire kendo. DC grabs Ace by the hair and throws him over the ropes, much to the pleasure of San Antonio. Unfortunately, when DC turns around, he gets cracked in the face by the kendo stick, and he's busted open. Azrael holds Thorny up high, and the arena rains down booing. He puts a foot on DC's chest for the pin. Joey: No... ugh, damn Ace Hart and damn that kendo stick! One... Two... KICK OUT!!! Trunks: WHOA! Unbeleivable! Azrael is stunned, but even more stunned when DC sends a kick into the kendo stick, and it flies out of Azrael's hand and out of the ring. DC is bleeding, but he fights through it. He gets to his feet and starts trading blows with Azrael, and Azrael is losing ground. DC is too caught up to notice Ace Hart place a steel chair on the apron. So when Ace gets on the apron for the distraction, he has no problem taking a punch for the sake of cheating. DC runs over and nails Ace in the jaw. Azrael certainly notices the chair. He unfolds it and places it down behind Damien. When DC turns around, he gets scooped up... and Azrael delivers a Backbreaker ONTO THE CHAIR!!! The steel chair is crushed under DC's weight, and DC's back is probably crushed too. Trunks: OH SH$%!!! Joey: My god, that backbreaker could paralyze a man!! How sick!!! Azrael hooks the leg... One... Two... KICKOUT!!! The entire arena bursts into cheers. Nobody knows how DC is doing it, but Azrael doesn't care. He goes up to the top rope for some damage. DC starts getting to his feet slowly, with Azrael on the top rope behind him. He stumbles around and Azrael takes off... but DC counters him with a Dropkick to the face!!! What an impact! The two of them slowly get to their feet at the same time... but the crowd roars as JT Kash jogs down to the ring. Trunks: Hey, I thought he wasn't supposed to be here!!! Joey: He isn't! But damnit I'm glad he is!!! GET HIM!!! Ace Hart gets in the way and JT clobbers him and throws him over the barricade. JT gets up on the apron, and as Azrael gets up, he spots JT. Azrael charges, but JT grabs him by the neck and nails a Stigma Killer that hangs Azrael's neck on the ropes. Azrael bounces backwards... right into the DC Drop from Damien Collins!!! Damien hooks the leg... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! *ding ding* Joey: YES!!! YES!!! Damien Collins with a hugely successful return to RAGE! That kid beat every single odd placed against him tonight!!! His back, Ace Hart, that god damn kendo stick... and he prevailed! Trunks: What can I say, he's Damien Collins, and that's what he does! "Here is your winner... DAMIEN COLLINS!!!" Damien raises his arms with the referee, grinning a big grin. JT Kash salutes him on the outside of the ring, having accomplished his mission. Azrael is out cold, and Ace Hart is rolling back to the outside of the ring from the crowd. Joey: Looks like the good guys prevail this week, Trunks. I have to admit, that's refreshing. Trunks: Give 'em hell, DC!!! WOOO!!! |
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[The scene returns from a commercial break inside the arena in San Antonio. Immediately we noticed a tri gather in the center of the ring. Its none other than other than Christian and Rhya Michaels. Their young daughter Gabby is snuggled into her mother's arms.
Joey: Looks like the Michaels family has something to say here tonight Trunks.
Trunks: With any luck it'll be CM announcing his leaving the business for good.
Joey: Thats not a very nice thing ta say Trunks.
Trunks: All these years working together and you still haven't figured out that I'm not nice?
[Enough of that banter folks. In the ring CM has a mic raised to his lips. He's poised to address this capacity crowd as soon as it settles down. And finally the cheers do settle. Christian looks out over the fans faces for a moment. Then its time to speak.
CM: For five years now, I have been involved in this company for one way or another. Way back in the year two thousand, I came in here as Javen. One of the shittiest gimmicks ever handed out by a creative department. But I kept on fighting until I was able to shine through as myself. I tell ya, Christian Michaels versus Oz may not have main evented alot of shows back then.......But by god, *we* were part of what brung the fans to the arena every week.
[CM smirks a bit.
CM: Now since that time, I've had countless feuds with many different opponents. From Vigilante to Wasted Youth to Jericho KoX to Nic E Dangerously himself. In this company, I've done it all and seen it all. Cruiserweight champion for seven hundred and sixty days until the championship was renamed and reintroduced. I ended the then record eighty something day Television title reign of JT Kash. The main prize, the W2K championship? I finally won it last year. A dream come true for me.
[Now its a bit of a sigh that comes from the Heartthrob.
CM: But toward the end of the year, and into this one, my body has really been racking up the bumps and bruises. The aches and pains that were once just barely noticeable in the mornings sometimes woke me up instead. I went an hour with true wrestling greatness. Myself and Nic had an iron man match which I lost by a single second. But that match did it damage, and Seifer and Cross helped keep it piling on and on. It got to the point where after I lost the match to Seifer at new years Resolutions.....I was sad, yes, but at the same time I was glad for the fact that my career was over.
I have a daughter now. Gabby here deserves to have a father that can chase her around the house. My wife deserves a husband that can satisfy her in every way. I wouldn't be able to do that if I continued on the path my carrer had me on. Being the Southern Heartthrob means being too stubborn to take time off to heal. Thankfully Seifer helped me take that time off and realize this. And in that time I became owner of this great federation that had been given five years of my life.
[The former champion and current owner really looks sad now.
CM: But the time has come, for me to give up even that.
[There is a big gasp in the arena.
CM: I know its a surprising announcement and whatnot. But truth be told, being the owner of a company is alot more difficult than being a wrestler for it. Like I said, I have a small daughter now and I wanna be there for the moments in her life that a father should be there for. However, this job is cutting into that time. I'm at work later and later. I see my daughter and wife less and less. Thats not something I'm willing to deal with. Thats why this morning I resigned as owner of Wrestling Two T housand. The cloak and dagger "Board of Directors" will take over until a new owner can be found. I'll see ya around folks.
["Kryptonite" blares through the speakers as the Michaels family exits the ring. They move up the ramp as the camera settles back on Trunks an Joey. Both are speechless, leading into another commercial break. |
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Joey: It’s time for the Main Event of the evening, which sets Cross and Matt Taylor, two of next week’s Main Event competitors, against one another in a bout for the Xtreme Impact Championship.
Trunks: Yeah, and like�?it should be a uh�?a good match�?or something.
Joey: Right. That was a little�?off.
Trunks: YOU’RE A LITTLE OFF!
Joey: Just�?go to the ring.
(That we will. Cross approaches ringside as “Edgecrusher�?continues to rock the house. Matt Taylor is waiting for him inside the ring. Cross climbs up onto the apron, and starts to duck into the ring�?when Matt cuts him off! A Matt Taylor shoulder block sends Cross tumbling back to the floor as the referee calls for the bell.)
Joey: Taylor looks a little more aggressive tonight.
Trunks: And for good reason.
Joey: Of course.
(Cross stumbles back to his feet, just in time to be met with a Matt Taylor plancha�?WHICH IS CAUGHT! Cross RAMS Taylor back-first into the steel ring post. “Ohhhh!�?Cross slides under the bottom rope at the referee’s count of six, before getting to his feet and sitting on the top turnbuckle in the corner. He tells the referee to count Taylor out.)
Joey: What?!? He can’t win the belt this way!
Trunks: Maybe he doesn’t care.
Joey: This is ridiculous!
(The count is at five and Taylor crawls back into the ring, still clutching his back. Cross stands, perched on the middle rope�?and DROPS the leg heavily on the back of Taylor’s neck. Matt goes limp for a moment, until Cross rolls off of him, at which point he starts to move around again.)
Joey: Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea for Taylor to start the match off the way he did.
Trunks: Yeah�?uh�?yeah.
(Cross with the arrogant pick-up and he whips Matt across the ring. Matt ducks the clothesline, hits the ropes again�?and FLIES into the air with a crossbody�?AND HE’S CAUGHT AGAIN! Cross stands there, cradling Matt for a moment�?before he falls back for a fall away slam�?MATT REVERSES! ARM DRAG SENDS CROSS DAMN NEAR OUT OF THE RING! Cross is more aggravated than hurt by this, as he slaps the canvas in frustration, giving Taylor the time needed to get back to his feet. Cross gets back up�?and Taylor goes for a crucifix, but Cross is powerful enough to hold himself up as Matt hooks his arms. Matt continues trying to pull Cross down, but he isn’t budging. Cross gains full control of the predicament�?before quickly running backwards, toward the turnbuckle.)
Joey: HE’S GONNA CRUSH HIM!
(Just before contact with the turnbuckle�?Matt lets go of Cross, falling to his hands and knees and letting the momentum of the bigger man send him falling over Taylor, causing the back of his skull to collide with the middle turnbuckle.)
Joey: What a counter!
(Cross is still seated in the corner, clutching at the back of his head as Taylor scurries back to his feet. Matt stands in the opposite corner, pointing at Cross to hype of the crowd�?before charging across the ring, and diving, feet-first, toward Cross�?face�?Cross moves! Matt continues moving forward, until his nads collide with the ring post!)
Joey: Neither man can gain an advantage!
Trunks: If Cross didn’t just gain an advantage�?then what the hell is an advantage?
(Trunks is right. Matty holds his balls as he scoots away from the corner, wincing in pain. Cross gets back to his feet, still rubbing the back of his head, stalking over to Taylor and grabbing his arm. He lays down with his legs across Taylor’s chest�?FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Taylor cries out, fighting the hold and grabbing at his own shoulder. He reaches his foot for the bottom rope�?he’s just inches away! He can’t reach it! He keeps trying�?clawing and scraping his way toward the ropes�?and finally hooks it with his toes, and the ref calls for the break. Cross holds on�?one, two, three, fo-�?he breaks the hold. Cross stands up and drags Matt to the center of the ring, before stomping on the injured shoulder several times. Matt is still holding the shoulder as Cross drags him toward the corner. Cross climbs to the middle rope�?and taunts Matt for a moment before jumping into the air, looking to step with all of his weight on the shoulder of Matt Taylor�?TAYLOR GETS THE BOOTS UP! RIGHT IN CROSS�?FACE! This brings the crowd to its feet and Cross to his back.)
Joey: Taylor with a counter!
Trunks: �?Another counter.
(Taylor climbs back to his feet, Cross still on his back, and hoists himself up to the middle turnbuckle. Cross slowly gets to his feet, his back to Matt�?and Taylor jumps off with a hard front dropkick to the back of Cross! First cover of the match�?gets one�?gets two�?gets thr- SHOULDER UP! Taylor doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest as he gets the pick-up on Cross and a whip across the ring. Taylor sets for the back body drop way too early, and Cross hits a hard, running DDT with authority. Both men are laid out as the referee starts the mandatory ten-count. One�?two�?three�?Cross starts to stir�?four�?five�?Taylor does as well�?six�?seven�?eight�?Cross rolls onto his knees, breaking the count! He struggles to his feet before walking over and getting the pick-up on Taylor. After forcing Matt to the corner, he whips him off to the opposite buckles, following right behind him with an avalanche splash into a timely bulldog. The second pin attempt of the match and he gets two and a half. Cross indicates he wants a faster count, before standing up and dropping a leg across Taylor’s throat. He gets up�?and does it again�?again�?he finally hooks the leg, and again only gets two.)
Joey: Taylor won’t quit!
(Cross stands up, getting the pick-up and whips Taylor across the ring. Cross goes for a clothesline on the rebound, which is ducked�?Taylor with a go-behind and a roll-up on Cross. One�?two�?KICK OUT! Both men are quickly up to their feet�?Taylor with a right hand�?BLOCKED! Cross spins him around�?gut kick�?hook-up�?and he lifts him for a suplex!)
Trunks: Is this the end?!?
(Cross lets Taylor’s feet bounce off the top rope and�?CROSSOV-�?DDT!!! COUNTED INTO THE DDT! CROSS IS FLAT ON HIS BACK!!!)
Joey: Taylor is still alive!
(Matt drags himself out to the apron.)
Trunks: What is he doing?!?
Joey: Cover him!
(Taylor pulls himself up in the corner, out on the apron�?before beginning his ascent to the top turnbuckle. He groggily perches himself on the top rope�?all the fans are on their feet with their cameras ready�?and�?RYAN CAIN! Ryan is on the apron, springboard off the top rope, turns in mid-air�?and HURRICANRANA! MATT CRASHES TO THE CANVAS! THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!)
Joey: What?!?
(Ryan mounts Taylor and starts pounding his face! The crowd is going wild! They erupt again�?IT’S WRM! He grabs Ryan from behind, and slams his head against the top turnbuckle. He starts with the punches to the face of Ryan Cain, until a revived Cross approaches from behind, catches Mercy’s hand, spins him around, gut kick, DDT! Taylor is back to his feet, and hits dual dropsaults on Cross and Ryan as they come out of the corner! All four men are down! Taylor is the first back up�?and he drags Cross to his feet. Cross breaks free�?and POWERBOMBS TAYLOR! He yells down at the Englishman�?turns�?SUPERKICK FROM WRM! WRM turns�?AND RYAN GOES FOR THE ZERO SUPERKICK! WRM DUCKS�?BOTH MEN TURN�?AND BOTH HIT A SUPERKICK!)
Trunks: How the hell did that just happen?!?
Joey: They both hit a superkick on each other�?at the same time?!?
(Yeah, that was kinda weird. But it happened, and now all four guys are out in the middle of the ring. Finally, a shitload of referees, trainers, and security show up at the ring.)
“Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been decided as a No Contest, as a result of interference.�?
(Everyone is checking on the guys in the ring and stuff. RAGE fades to black...) |
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