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Deadline: Sundays @ 9:00 pm Central
Venue: W2K Arena, San Antonio, Texas How to send in your strat
>>> Information <<< | | *Card Subject To Change | Main Event
Tag Team
ONE FALL | | Cross + Lesmond
vs
Ryan Cain + Black Widow
I don't know, but it's sure to be interesting...right? | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Seven
Impact Title
ONE FALL | | Impact Champion
Jacob Mitchell
vs
Matty Legend
Can Jacob beat Matty Legends streak as longest reigning Impact champion? He has to get through Matty in order to accomplish that goal. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Six
Championess Title
ONE FALL | | Championess
Isabella Taylor
vs
Morgan
The rematch | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Five
TV Title
ONE FALL | | TV Champion
Aku No Kaze
vs
REDRUM
Aku has been going against younger guys his entire run in W2K, now let's see how he matches up against a seasoned veteran. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Five
Singles
ONE FALL | | Joe E Legend
vs
Matt Matlock
Legend called out Matlock. Matlock accepted. Legend tried to murder Matlock. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Four
Singles
ONE FALL | | Jason Nightmare
vs
Vincent Gunn
They had some pretty interesting chemistry last time, let's see what happens now. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Three
Singles
ONE FALL | | Trip
vs
Mike Carnage
Time for this Carnage fellow to prove himself against a near Grand Slam winner. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match Two
Six Person Tag Match
ONE FALL | | El Caliente + JJ Cool J + Alia Starr
vs
Davey Bellringer + Jatt Starr + Inforcer X
Wow, this is awkward. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | Match One
Singles
ONE FALL | | Scott Blaze
vs
Drew Stevenson
These two went at it last week on RAGE, so let's see what this new guy has against the self proclaimed ICON Scott Blaze. | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | d | |
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| RAGE opens up to a black screen, greeting us is a single toll of the ring bell. Slowly followed up by a picture of Eddie Guerrero. Slowly fading into the bottom of the picture is 1967-2005. Another toll. R.I.P A third toll. A fourth toll. A fifth toll. A sixth toll. A seventh toll. An eighth toll. The ninth toll. Finally the tenth toll of the bell. Fans voices can be heard from within the arena screaming the name “Eddie�? Soon an all out “Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!�?chant breaks out and carries on for several moments. Finally ending with the fans showing their respect by standing to their feet and clapping with everything they got. The voice of Joe E Kewl sounds out as still pictures of Eddie as a child wrestling with his brothers and other family members is shown on the screen. Joey: Tonight fans we here in the W2K company are here to perform and entertain, just like this great man did his entire life. Eddie Guerrero was born into the first family of Mexican wrestling. His Father the legendary Gory Guerrero made their family name a household name in Mexico, and soon Eddie would do the same all over the world. Eddie moved from his family’s backyard ring to the professional circuit in 1987 when he debuted as “Mascara Magica�?or “Magic Mask�?in Mexico. After his legendary beginnings in Mexico Eddie moved on to improve his craft and travel the world. Eddie made his way over to Japan under the guise of Tiger Mask where he would soon meet his long time friend Chris Benoit. Later Eddie would move back to Mexico to perform full time, ultimately losing his mask in a hair vs. mask match. Soon after Eddie would begin the transition to becoming a very well respected and well known name in now the United States when Eddie joined the ECW. Eddie would receive his first US exposure here, some say it paved the way for him to become as big a star as he did. Most memorably his match with Dean Malenko before leaving the ECW promotion for WCW. Wrestling critics and fans all over the world still argue to this day, many believe that was the greatest match to ever be held in the ECW. Eddie would spend four years of his life working for WCW. Where he would have many memorable rivalries with some of our sports top stars. He would go on to win championships and carve a legacy like no other. Eddie Guerrero would later move on to World Wrestling Entertainment with a group known as The Radicalz. This would prove to be it for Eddie. Either he would make it or he would fail. Eddie overcame many obstacles. A dislocated elbow in his first WWE match. He came back. He won titles…he lost titles. He came back. He fell into a depression and deep addiction…he came back. On February the fifteenth of two thousand four. Eddie Guerrero would win the biggest prize of his wrestling career when he defeated Brock Lesnar to win the WWE championship. Last week on an edition of Friday Night Smackdown! Eddie would win his very last televised match against Ken Kennedy. On Sunday morning. November the thirteenth of two thousand and five. Eddie Guerrero took his last breath…and he will be deeply missed…and forever remembered. VIVA LA RAZA! The opening sounds to Eddies WWE theme song erupts through the sound system, immediately followed up with the biggest ovation and standing applause this crowd has ever given out. We open the live shot inside the W2K Arena in San Antonio Texas tonight with the entire roster standing in the ring staring up at the Jumbo Tron that holds now a picture of Eddie Guerrero holding up the WWE title belt while standing on the middle rope. The crowd continues the Eddie chants along with the wrestlers in the ring. The camera pans the crowd and finally stops on a huge banner being held up by half a dozen people. The face of Eddie Guerrero with the numbers 67-05 “You will be missed�?The shot fades out of the arena and onto this image. 
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Rages comes back from a commercial back in the ring where Drew Stevenson and Scott Blaze are both in the ring already standing face to face mouthing off to each other. Finally, the referee gets in between the two pushing them apart and making a few hand motions, probably just to look cool, before finally motioning for the bell. Both men immediately charge at each other and Drew is the first to taste the canvas as Scott takes him down hard with a clothesline only to quickly turn around pick him up and whip him against the ropes, taking drew down again with a standing drop kick this time. Trunks: Who’s out-wrestling who NOW Joey? Drew has a little trouble getting back to his feet this time, having to use the ropes for leverage. Just as he gets straight to his feet he is once again taken by Scott who whips him against the ropes. This time however Drew ducks a possible clothesline attempt from Scott, comes off of the opposite ropes and drops his opponent with a flying forearm! Both men roll to opposite sides of the ring climbing to their feet quickly before moving forward once again and exchanging blows left and right. After a good exchange, Drew drives his knee into Scotts gut and lifts Blaze up for a vertical suplex, only to have Scott slip free, land on his feet and take Drew down with a quick reversed DDT for a count of two! Joey: Scott is really showing his true wrestling side in this match…�?obviously not wanting to get too behind on the rookie to W2K Drew Stevenson who has a lot of pressure on him, being in his first match with a veteran like Blaze. Trunks: Drew better remember that too Joey, he is in the ring with a VETERAN. A man that could pick him apart any way he wants. Scott gets to his feet again picking up Drew at the same time whipping him into a turnbuckle only to end up with a boot to the face as he charges at his opponent. While Scott works off the daze, Drew goes up top, hitting a missile drop kick from the top just as Scott turns around. He covers Scott for a pin attempt but Blaze is able to get a shoulder up in time. Joey: Close call there for Scott Blaze Both men again get to their feet and go into a ‘test of strength�?with Scott quickly breaking it in favor of a kick in the stomach and an impaler DDT! Scott quickly craws on top of Drew hooking the leg and nods his head as the referee smacks the mat once�?twice……thr…�?.NO! Drew kicks out at the absolute LAST second getting his shoulder up. Trunks: Damn! Scott had that! Joey: Well if Drews not careful he might be chalking up a loss in his first match Scott stands up from the mat, walking away for a moment shaking his head, obviously surprised that Drew kicked out of that. Just as he turns around he finds himself taken right down to the mat with a spear! Drew begins to lace into the icon with lefts and rights as the referee begins to count. Finally at a count of 4, Drew stands up picking up Scott as well and takes him right back down with a scoop slam and a standing elbow drop. Immediately, Drew locks in a sleeper hold on his opponent who slowly begins to drift away. The referee raises Scotts hand once, and it falls, twice, and again, it falls. Joey: This is it, if Scotts hand falls once more hes lost the match! The referee raises Scotts hand once more as Drew tightens the grip but NO! Just as Scotts hand begins to fall he brings it back up and the fans boo out, wishing he hadn’t. Blaze slowly works his way to his feet, finally getting free of the hold with elbows to the midsection. He quickly bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt and comes back knocking Drew down with a clothesline of his own. Drew is ‘helped�?back to his feet by Scott and is ALMOST given a belly to belly suplex from Scott, but instead comes back with one of his own with ease, throwing Scott half way across the ring shockingly enough. Scott quickly rolls back up onto one knee, dumbfounded that Drew is able to do such a thing. Joey: Impressive move there by Stevenson who might just be able to bring the match back into his field. Drew quickly walks towards Scott who stands up to his feet to meet Drew with a thumb to the eye! Scott wastes no time and kicks Drew in the gut, lifting him up and hitting him with a snap suplex! But instead of letting go, he holds on and hits yet ANOTHER suplex! again he holds on and hits ONE MORE suplex! The fans begin to cheer 'Eddie! Eddie!' as they recognize the move as Eddie Guerreros trademark 'Three Amigos'. Joey: Scott Blaze showing his respect to the late Eddie Guerrero with that move.....very classy on the icons part indeed. Trunks: Its really a sad time in wrestling right now Joey.....wrestlers all over the world have felt this tragedy.....but they realize that the show must go on. Scott quickly tries for a pin attempt but Drew is able to get a shoulder up at the last second. Again Scott pins and yet again Drew kicks out this time at a quick two. A third time and this time Drew kicks out at only a one count and Scott is forced to back away. Drew slowly gets to his feet only to be caught by a left hand from Scott, but comes back with a right of his own. The two men begin to exchange blows once more until Drew catches one of Scotts punches and again, the icon finds himself on the mat in an armbar submission hold!
Joey: This is what happened when these two men got into the ring last time ladies and gentlemen! This could spell the end!
Trunks: Yeah we remember Joey, no need to remind us�?.but what you DON’T remember is that Scott never tapped out.
Drew begins to wrench back on Scotts arm, trying to force him to tap, but unfortunately, for Drew and the fans that is, Scott is able to make it to the ropes after quite a bit of struggle. Drew, obviously getting frustrated, stands up shaking his head from side to side. He quickly picks Scott up once again only to take him right back down with a rather brutal looking back breaker. Drew covers but at the very last second, Scott is able to get a shoulder up and the fans cant believe it! Joey: Oh! So close there....Drew just needs to give a little more Again Drew takes Scott up off the canvas whipping him against the ropes and turns around just as Scott comes back looking to end it with his finisher 'greatness' and THAT is when it all goes wrong. Drew is taken down before he has the chance to take down Scott, but not from his opponent, but instead from Jason Striker who almost cuts him in half with a spear! Joey: What the hell? Where did Striker come from?! Trunks: I dont think that really matters Joey... No it doesnt as the referee rings the bell disqualifying Scott and declaring Drew the winner, meh no biggie. Both Scott and Jason immediately take it to Drew lacing into him with their wrestling boots as the bell continues to ring like crazy and the referee motions for help, not finding any. Finally after a good minute or so, Scott motions for Jason to stop, only to hoist ‘The Emerald�?up onto his shoulders to set up for ‘The Lasting Impression�? Trunks: Uh-oh�? Joey: Oh he couldn’t possibly be thinking of doing this�? JT Kash: Hold up a minute there douchebags Both Scott and Jason are stopped in their tracks by the familiar sound of JT Kash’s voice. They turn towards the titan tron, Drew still a top Scotts shoulders, to see Kash standing in the backstage area with a straight face, shaking his head from side to side. Kash: What the hell do you think you’re doing? You especially Striker. You didn’t need to involve yourself in this match�?.so why did ya? What do you feel some allegiance to Scotty there or something?…�?Ya know what? It doesn’t matter, not at all actually. You want to get involved with Drew, fine I’ll help ya out just a little bit. Jason raises an eyebrow, stepping forward. Kash: Yeah, well as you know, we’ve got our monthly pay per view coming up soon and YOU Striker are going to be defending your title at that pay per view…�?against THAT man�?THE EMERALD Drew Stevenson! Jason shrugs it off, motioning for Kash to continue, obviously looking for the name of his second opponent. After all the Triad Title is an exclusive triple threat match title. Kash: Oh�?you want to know who your other opponent is don’t ya?……Too damn bad! You wont be finding THAT out until you step into the ring at the pay per view. Jason is obviously irritated by the announcement of not knowing who the other opponent will be. After all, that just means hes at a slight disadvantage�?.but only slight. Just as JT nods to walk away, another voice interrupts, that of Jeremy McMillion who stands on the stage with a mic of his own in hand! McMillion: Ahhh……God I love being the 50% owner of this company. Ya see JT�?gentlemen�?where JT fails, I shall succeed. Kash, seeing as how your, well, an idiot, I don’t expect you to know this�?.but now that you’ve left the other opponent off the card, I have EVERY opportunity to name my OWN third man for that match. Now�?the question is�?who to pick? Jerm looks off to the side, obviously acting as if hes thinking, then finally turns back to the ring once again. Jerm: Oh I know�?.at the pay per view its going to be Jason Striker defending his title against Drew Stevenson�?.and THE ICON Scott Blaze! Upon hearing this the camera quickly switches back to the ring where a grin comes across both mens faces and BAM finally, Scott slams Drew into the mat, planting his head and neck into the canvas followed of course by the rest of his body. Jason and Scott stand over the fallen lifeless body of Drew Stevenson as RAGE cuts to a commercial. |
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Backstage in the sold out w2k arena, Johnny Askin stands, microphone in hand. Standing next to him is none other than the Ruler of Jattlantis himself, Jatt Starr. Starr is wearing his usual ring gear of cargo pants and a custom made silver baseball jersey with black lettering and white trim that reads “Jatt Starr�?on the front and “The Mackdaddy of Mojo�?on the back.
Askin: I am here with Jatt Starr, who in a few moments will be making his Wrestling 2000 debut. Jatt, how are you feeling just moments away from your very first match in w2k?
Starr: The question should be, how do YOU feel, Askin, standing next to the man that was named The Akron Pennysaver’s Sexiest Man Alive?
Askin: Well, I guess it’s okay.
Starr: I know, I know, you have to maintain a certain aura of professionalism and that is clearly Jattacular in my opinion. But tonight is the night where the ratings will soar like a mighty phoenix! Because we all know that blockbuster ratings in w2k only happen once every five hundred years! But that will no longer be the case! The Ratings Juggernaut is here! And tonight marks the first rung on the ladder of success that I know I am destined for!
Askin: Are you worried at all about possibly choking tonight?
Starr: Choking? CHOKING? Jatt Starr never EVER chokes! Especially against the three so-called “superstars�?they are pitting me against. Some nincompoop named El Caliente. With a name like that? I mean, if he truly is hot like his name implies, then he won’t even step foot into that ring tonight! Because what I know, what you know, and what all these Texas redneck kindergarten drop outs know is that El Caliente and his buddies will be the recipients of a Jatt Attack so fierce, El Caliente will change his name to something more fitting like Impotent!
Askin: What about Alia Starr?
Starr: She won’t dare lay a hand to the Mackdaddy of Mojo in anger! It’s glaringly apparent that she wants to take a ride on the Starrlite Express! It’s just that she is clearly too shy to make the move. She wants me and that’s the only reason she got herself into this match. But it’s too bad for her that I’m going out there to win, even if I have to go Ike Turner on her buttocks…as nice as they are.
Askin: But isn’t she a lesbian?
Starr: That is purely rumor and conjecture!
Askin: Like the fact that you are rumored to only have one testicle?
Starr: WHOA! I refuse to dignify that with a response!
Askin: Well, I hate to break it to you, but I think she’s a lesbian myself.
Starr: You see, why do you have to wreck my elation like that? Huh? Okay, let’s say it is true. Let’s say that Alia is a so-called “lesbian�? What does that mean anyway? She likes chicks? Come on! I think if it were true, then it’s fine. All I need is one night…one night…and she would learn the phrase “One night with Jatt and you’ll never go back!�?
Askin: Even with your one testicle?
Starr: Why are you obsessed with my crotch? Where are you getting this information? Miss Cleo? John Edwards? It really doesn’t matter if I have one, two, or three testicles! As long as the equipment works! Look! I’m going to lay it all on the line for you. Wrestling is a man’s sport. Just like football. Just like baseball. The women have their Ms. America pageants and softball. Women in this industry serve one purpose, to look good and smell good…like you. And what is that smell? Do you use Dove Shampoo?
Askin: Well, I---
Starr: You see, I use Head and Shoulders, I had a dandruff problem a few years ago and now, you know, better safe than sorry. Anyway, I’m veering off topic here. You standing back here asking a bunch of inane and inappropriate questions like your Barbara freaking Walters is one thing, but when a chick steps into that ring there’s only two possibilities to as why, lesbian, bi, or straight. Number one, as in the case of Alia Starr, is to breathe the same air as the King of Grapple from the Big Apple. Number two, they have a serious case of penis envy. And that’s the case of the rest of these skanks in w2k. Actually, the same can be said for half the male roster…I mean, they all envy the Sultan of Sea-Jattle.
Askin: Don’t you think you are---
Starr: So, Askin, if you’re done asking me about my crotch, which is only to be seen when the ladies ride the Starrlite Express, I have to go out there now and show the world that while Davey Bellboy and Informer X think they’re the MVPs, that I am the only true All-STARR.
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Joey: Welcome folks as we’re about to get this 6-man tag elimination style match going!!
All the contestants currently stand in the middle of the ring. El Caliente convinces Alia and JJ Cool J to take their corners as Jatt Starr does the same with Davey Bellringer and Inforcer X. The bell sounds. Caliente paces from side to side mocking Jatt Starr as they get ready to lock it up�?Jatt takes down El Caliente with an arm drag and holds on to his arm locking up an armbar. Caliente forces him self to his feet�?he runs to the ropes after forcing a separation. Jatt Starr hit’s a shoulder take down on Caliente. He runs and tags in Davey. Davey enters the ring and runs after Caliente�?Caliente quickly stands and hit’s a head scissors on Davey!!! Davey gets back up�?standing hurrincanrana!!
Joey: El Caliente said he wanted to lecture here guys and there he goes!!
Trunks: Look at Alia tho, she wants in!!
Jatt is annoyed on how Davey lost control of the match. Caliente drops Davey with a drop kick!!! Down goes Davey hard on the campus�?ALIA FLIES!!! Missile drop kick over Davey’s chest!!! Caliente pins him�?.�?.�?3!!!!
Joey: Davey has been eliminated!! Just like that.
Alia tags her self in and charges for Jatt Starr who took it upon him self to enter the match next. They begin to go fist for fist�?Jatt hits her with a knee to the stomach followed by a backbreaker!!! 1.…�? 2.�?.. He gets a long two!!! Jatt points over at EL Caliente and JJ Cool J, mocking them before he hit’s a Russian Legweap�?wait, Alia backflips�?she lands on her feet and runs towards Inforcer X and hits him with a running elbow tossing him off the ring apron!! Jatt charges her�?she hit’s a backdrop as he flies out of the ring!!! She poses the screaming fans. JJ Cool J begs her to tag him in. This is his big W2K return and stuff. He wants it! Tag made�?Jatt is back inside the ring�?they lock it up�?Jatt counters the lock up into a waist lock�?German�?on the turnbuckle!!! JJ Cool J hits his lower back right on the top turnbuckle!!! Jatt brings him down and covers�?...2.�?!!!1 Jatt eliminates JJ Cool J just like that. El Caliente is next to enter, Inforcer X tags him self in!! But Jatt doesn’t know it.. As Caliente locks it up with Jatt Inforcer X comes from behind punching Caliente’s ribs. They send him to the ropes�?looks like a 3-D as Inforcer X lifts him�?wait Caliente counters it hitting a head scissors on Jatt and neck breaker on Inforcer X!!
Joey: Caliente�?although he overrates him self, way too much, he does have some luchador ability.
Inforcer X gets back up�?Caliente hits him with Twist of Fate!!! The Hot drop!! 1...2...3!!! Inforcer X is eliminated!!!
Joey: Jatt Starr is on his own against Alia and El Caliente.
El Caliente pounds on his chest exited about his second elimination!!!
Trunks: The GRAND Luchador is about to sweep!!
Jatt and Caliente lock it up�?they counter their holds several times until Caliente hangs on to a headlock�?Jatt Star turns his whole body�?inverted DDT!!!! 1.�?.�?
Trunks: CALIENTE KICKS OUT!!!!
Joey: No he didn’t�?that weird kid in a beer mask pulled him out�?
Caliente is still down but the ref is on the outside watching some short kid in a red mask jump up and down yelling “Cerveza!!!!!�? He runs around the ring as the ref runs right after him.
Joey: get him ref!!!
Security joins in running after him�?they run after him all over as he rolls into the ring and slides right out. climbs under the ring. Suddenly from under the ring pops out Colin�?he points out to the audience telling refs and security he went that way!! They follow that way!!!
Joey: Wait!!!! What the hell???
Jatt Starr cant believe what happened!!! Alia comes from behind�?Inverted backbreaker!!!! She caught him off guard�?she covers�?a random ref runs out to the ring�?1.�?.�?.3!!!! The bell rings!!! El Caliente begins to dance away as Alia’s music comes on. Tries dancing with her but she quickly rolls out of the ring.
Trunks: Jatt’s not gonna be happy�?
Joey: Alia get the final pin�?but Caliente was the legal man. And Caliente should have been eliminated!!!
El Caliente pounds his chest as Colin claps his hands standing right next to him. They both quickly exit the ring as an angry Jatt comes to his feet!�?
Joey: Jatt carried his whole team. But even when he had a chance all that crap happened�?
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The lights go out as the Jumbotron lights up with blue eyes staring. Suddenly blood is coming down, covering them as the words "Feel The Power" is heard blaring over the speakers and suddenly the Jumbotron goes black leaving everyone in the black for a few seconds. Disturbeds "Fear" Blasts through the house, sending the crowd into a frenzy as Trip steps through the curtain and down the ramp. Raising his arms, he walks all the way down to the ring and slides in, doing a lap of the ring with his arms raised, anticipating the arrival of his opponent... The lights in the arena abruptly cut to black. Slowly creeping down from the rafters, all the way down to the entrance ramp, is a small beam of red light... All attention is drawn towards the light. After a few more seconds of this, a slight "buzzing" noise begins to sound "from the light"..soft at first...but then increasing to an immense ear-piercing siren. Breaking into the clamor, "Securitron" by Fear Factory begins to blast throughout the arena...The song plays the whole way through, Theres just one problem; And That is...Mike Carnage is still nowhere to be seen! Trip looks at the referee and asks whats going on as the lights return to normal. A few more minutes pass, and the referee leans through the ropes and shouts something out to the timekeeper. The bell rings... Askin: Here is your winner as a result of a forfeit....Powertrip! Joey: What?!! Trip is irate! He kicks the bottom rope in frustration as an argument with the referee ensues... Joey: ...I don't think Trip is pleased with that decision... Trunks: Shit Sherlock, You think? I mean, of course he's annoyed and who can blame the man? He's taken a lot of time out of his training schedule to speak on television to the W2K fans, and then even more time to come out here and beat Mike Carnage senseless...Yet Mike Carnage can't even be bothered to show the man the courtesy he deserves and come to ringside to face him. If you trained hard all week only for your opponents balls to shrivel up and him pussy out of his God-damn duties....you'd feel the same way too. Trip just shakes his head and exits the ring. Halfway up the ramp however, the Jumbotron flickers on. A camerashot along the ground of the car park area is shown, followed quickly by Mike Carnage falling fiercely into the shot, bleeding from the mouth and a huge gaping wound on his forehead. A pair of boots is the next thing we see beside Carnages head as his assailant walks in front of the camera and we hear a loud clang, presumably that of a pipe dropping to the ground. One of the boots winds back and kicks Carnage right in the mouth, glazing his eyes and sending him into more of a groggy state than he may already have been in. The unknown attacker begins to walk away as the camera fades and cuts back to ringside where Trip is watching this all on the big screen... Joey: You know, I think that explains his non-arrival.... Trunks: Meh... Joey: Meh? Trunks: Yes, Meh, Why? Because I still call bullshit. Fake blood, fake attack...I bet it was one of the guys friends...If he has any! All a big stunt to get him out of a match he never put any training into to stop him looking like such a weak-ass loser. Our shot goes back to the car park and there we see Mike Carnage being loaded onto a stretcher, with that stretcher then being loaded into an ambulance... Trunks: Now when is this act gonna stop? Fake Ambulance crew...Hell, even a very convincing fake ambulance... Joey: Trunks! Trunks: What?! Isn't it obvious to everyone else as much as it is to me that is is a HUGE hoax so that Mike Carnage could get out of this match tonight? Although not that it's relevant anymore, he's already lost! Joey: That man could be seriously injured... Trunks puts on an imitation voice... Trunks: That man could be seriously injured...Mike Carnage is a living legend...I did not have a sexual relationship with that woman... Trunks' Voice turns serious. Trunks: Bullshit! All of it! Lies lies lies! Mike Carnage has just built a house of lies around this bullshit trick, just so he wouldn't get his ass handed to him in front of the whole world. Joey: Whatever Trunks, just you remember that someday, if you get the hell smashed out of you with with a steel pipe, just you hope people don't think you did it to get out of something... Trunks: Well, Maybe I'm not that stupid as to walk through the car park alone on show nights! Maybe I'm smart enough to use the staff entrance so I don't get my ass handed to me with a lead pipe. The Ambulance pulls off, sirens blaring taking Mike Carnage to the hospital as the Jumbotron fades. Trip makes his way backstage, picking up the easiest victory he's ever had to date...Well, easiest unless he faced Joey Wipwreck in the past, then this would only be the second easiest...Our scene fades to a 'don't try this at home advert', leaving somewhat of an irony since absolutely nothing at all happened in the last match. |
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Vincent Gunn and Jason Nightmare are already in action as the camera returns from some commercial breaks.
Joey: Welcome back folks, so far Jason Nightmare has controlled the first few minutes of this bout. But don’t count Gunn out yet.
Trunks: Nightmare gets the Camel Clutch locked in!!!
Gunn cringes in pain as Nightmare applies pressure to the camel clutch. Gunn tries fighting out of it by reaching for the rope. No luck as Nightmare applies pressure to the camel clutch! Gunn will not quit... He forces him self to his feet…Nightmare lets go and runs to the ropes�?fameasser connect! 1.�?... Gunn kicks out! Nightmare looks confident�?he connects with a sidewalk slam. Nightmare comes to his feet and poses to the fans. They go wild!! Gunn pops to his feet HBK style!!!!�?Nightmare turns around, Gunn trips him up! Gunn falls flat on his back then gets delivered with a running elbow. Gunn comes to his feet and begins to climb the top rope�?
Joey: Vincent Gunn climbing the top!
Gunn waits for Nightmare to make it to his feet�?he jumps off.. But Nightmare moves out of the way. Gunn lands on his feet�?they charge each other�?double clothesline!!! They’re both down�?hands over the other�?1...2... They both kick out!!!
Trunks: We almost ended up with a double pin�?geeesh!
They both roll to opposite directions making it to their feet and charge each other again�?Gunn ducks a clothesline�?Nightmare follows Gunn to the ropes�?Gunn bounces off the ropes�?SPEAR!!! Nightmare takes Gunn down with a spear! 1.�?.�?Gunn kicks out!!! Ngihtmare cant believe it.
Joey: Vincent Gunn will not give up folks!
Nightmare lifts Gunn�?DDT!!!! He covers... 1.�?.…and NO!!! Gunn kicks out!!!! DAMN!!!
Trunks; We know he’s eventually gonna lose again. Just give up Gunn.
Nightmare lifts Gunn again�?ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!!! Caught Jason Nightmare over the head�?Nightmare is caught off guard. Vincent Gunn covers 1.�?.�?3!!!!
Joey: Where did that come from?
Trunks: Gunn finally got a win!!! Does�?does that mean he went over the hump???
Joey: The hump?
Trunks: The curse!!!
Joey: Enough with the conspiracies�?
Trunks: Well this can be a good beginning for Gunn. And even Jason Nightmare, look the crowd is giving him a standing ovation as he helps him self to his feet.
Nightmare pounds hard on the mat not believing he was just caught off guard with Gunn’s kick. Shot fades from ringside.
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(Cross is seen walking backstage, immediately receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd inside the arena, because, hey, he’s cool enough to do whatever he wants and still have some people love his awesomeness. Or something. He turns the corner into another wing of the building.)
“It has been a long time, Cross.�?
(Cross stops dead. He knows that voice�?it’s been well over a year since he last heard it, maybe even two years�?but he knows that voice. He’ll remember it in a decade and until his final breath�?but he still isn’t sure if he believes he just heard it. Slowly, the big man turns�?and takes a quick step backwards as his eyes go wide�?when they fall upon those dark sunglasses covering the eyes of John Mage. Mage steps away from the wall he’s leaning on and steps toward Cross, who, in turn, steps toward Mage. They stand face-to-face for several moments, the tension seeming to grow rapidly with the passing of each second. Finally, Cross breaks the silence.)
Cross: Yeah�?
(Cross lifts his hand�?and extends it, open, toward Mage. Mage looks down at it�?then takes it in his own and shakes it.)
Cross: �?it has.
(Cross chuckles slightly.)
Cross: You still getting drunk without permission? Stealing refrigerators from foreigners with no charisma or knowledge of the English language?
(Mage smirks at Cross.)
Mage: No�?
(The smirk quickly disappears.)
Mage: �?I’m not.
Cross: Hm�?that’s too bad.
Mage: Yes�?it is too bad that I have ceased in association with children�?like yourself.
(The handshake is released, and Cross now holds a smug look on his face.)
Cross: No, it’s too bad, because the only time you have a personality is when you’re drunk.
Mage: You speak as though you know who I am, Cross.
Cross: I do unfortunately�?
Mage: No, you know nothing. *Nothing*. You know neither what I have been through nor the pain, which I have battled. You know not the pain I have endured nor the demons I have defeated. You know not the feeling of success�?nor the glory, which I have sewn and reaped, all alone. You know nothing, Cross. You know nothing.
Cross: Who the hell do you think you are? You come in here with your little trench coat and your sunglasses at 9:00 PM�?you come into *my* arena in *my* federation�?and the first thing you do is purposely step on my toes. The first thing you do is try to get me riled up�?yet you haven’t even explained what you’re fucking doing here.
(Mage smirks; Cross is going to love this.)
Mage: �?I am with Ryan.
(Cross�?eyes go wide.)
Cross: You-�?youre WHAT? You’re with that little twit? And you call ME a child? What do you mean you’re “with�?him, anyway?
Mage: I have watched him battle the likes of you and all others, and I have shone my eyes upon his weakness. I have taken it upon myself to hone his strengths and end his faults�?for he shall be the one to carry the torch into the new generation of professional wrestling�?and neither you nor anyone else will be able to stop him.
Cross: So you’re not gonna get in the ring, huh?
Mage: That is not necessary.
Cross: Well that’s something else that’s just too bad�?because now I won’t be able to remind you who the hell you’re talking to. Remind Ryan even with the help of the "great" John Mage...he's still standing in *my* shadow.
Mage: We’ll see, Cross. We’ll see.
Cross: Yeah, Mage�?
(Cross nods his head.)
Cross: �?yeah, we will.
(And after lifting one finger �?the middle one, as if you couldn’t guess �?in the face of John Mage, Cross turns and walks away, leaving Mage by himself in the lonely hallway. We zoom in close to Mage’s face, those shades still in place.)
Mage: �?We will. Tension...tension...tension. I bet these guys have some history you don't know about. |
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Joey: Our following contest is somewhat of a grudge match, fans.
Trunks: I’ll say.
Joey: Newcomer Joe E. Legend laid out a challenge to�?well�?the guy that seems to always be around, yet isn’t ever hear enough to actually be classified as any kind of “comer”�?Matt Matlock. Why would anyone want to even speak that guy’s name? We may never know�?but the fact is�?we’re here at ringside�?and we’re ready to get this one-on-one contest underway!
Trunks: Wake me when it’s over?
Joey: Show some respect!
Trunks: Your mom.
(Matlock and Legend are both already in the ring, ready to get this thing going. Matlock doesn’t look as cool as Joe E. Legend, because Legend was more active than Matlock this week, who wasn’t very active at all. Well, at least not in W2K. Matlock could’ve cut 9,000 promos this week, each for a different federation, and he still would have no-showed roughly a quarter of his scheduled matches. Haha, loser. Matlock pulls down on the top rope, limbering up a bit, while Legend hops up and down on his feet in the opposite corner. They each step out of their respective corners and start walking toward the center of the ring. They’re talking shit back and forth�?and Matlock suddenly goes for a clothesline, but Legend ducks it. Matlock turns right into a gut kick, and the referee calls for the bell.
*DING DING!*
Legend snaps on a tight side headlock, and Matlock is quick to pull him back to the ropes, shooting the slightly larger man off, across the ring, and into the ropes. Matlock with the dropdown, and Legend hops over, hitting the ropes again. Matlock is up now, and goes for a hiplock takeover, but Legend blocks it. Matlock tries again, and Legend blocks, once more�?before turning Matlock around�?right into a backslide! One�?two- Matlock kicks out just after the two-count. Both men are back to their feet, and Legend backs Matlock into the corner, where he whips him off to the other side of the ring. Legend charges in, and Matlock gets the boots up, serving Joe E. Legend a heaping helping of boot rubber.)
Joey: A keen move on Matlock’s part, there.
Trunks: Did you say “keen?�?
Joey: Keen, indeed.
Trunks: Faggot ass.
Joey: Aren’t you pro-censorship?
Trunks: No, I’m pro-keepingmyjob.
Joey: Right.
(Back to the action in the ring. Joe E. Legend stumbles out of the corner with his hands covering his face, where Matlock takes the advantage to hoist himself onto the second rope, wait�?and then deliver a flying shoulder block from the middle turnbuckle that floors Legend.)
Joey: Another nice move from Matlock.
(Matlock on for the cover and gets two. Matlock gets the pick-up on Legend and sends him into the ropes. Matlock lowers his head for a back body drop, but Legend has presence of mind to catch him with a running DDT, ala The Undertaker! “Ohhh!�?Legend on for the cover and gets another two-count. Legend is up, and Matlock is still on his back. Legend steps back away from the fallen Matlock, hits the ropes, and comes back, dropping an elbow on Matlock’s chest. Legend up, and drops another elbow. Up again, and a third. He stays on for the cover this time, but Matlock shoots the shoulder off the canvas at two again. Legend is up and drags Matlock to his feet, where he dumps him through the ropes, to the outside. Legend follows up, climbing out onto the apron and perching, waiting for Matlock.)
Joey: What could Legend have in store here?
Trunks: Well, by the looks of it�?it’ll either be really bad for Matlock�?or really good for Matlock.
(Matlock is slowly coming to his feet, his back to the ring where Legend is waiting.)
Joey: How could it possibly be good for Matlock?
(Matlock turns�?and Legend leaps from the ring apron�?but Matlock dives out of the way! SMASH! Legend eats the steel guardrail! “Ohhhh!!!�?
Trunks: �?Like that.
Joey: �?Yep.
(Legend is really feeling that one, as he clutches his face, turning from the guardrail now�?and gets a drop toehold that sends him face-first into the steel steps! “OHHH!!!�?
Joey: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?
Trunks: What?
Joey: I said�?DID YOU HEAR THAT?
Trunks: Huh?
Joey: UGH!
(Matlock rolls Legend back into the ring, under the bottom rope, and immediately climbs on for the cover. One�?Matlock puts his feet on the middle rope! Two�?
Joey: OH COME ON!
(�?thr- KICKOUT! Legend is out at two, despite Matlock’s crappy tactics, and Matlock is shocked! Matlock with the pick-up on Legend, but Legend throws a shot to Matlock’s midsection! Another! Another, and Matlock’s grip is broken! Legend hits the ropes, CLOTHESLINE! Matlock pops back up in time for another clothesline! Legend stomps Matlock’s head once and then steps back. Matlock is up�?SPEAR! One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Matlock is out just before the three-count! Legend gets another pick-up on Matlock and hooks him up for a vertical suplex! Legend doesn’t even go for the cover here, simply getting the pick-up and forcing Matlock back to the ropes. He whips Matlock off, and Matlock ducks a clothesline on the rebound. Hits the ropes again, and Legend lowers his head, but Matlock gets the leapfrog! He hits the ropes, once more�?and Legend turns just in time for a collision in the middle of the ring! Both men are extremely dazed and staggered by this move, but neither fall to the canvas. Matlock teeters backwards until his back is against the ropes, and finally regains his composure, charging out at a still dazed Joe E. Legend�?CLOTHESLI-�?DUCKED! “SADISTIC’S WORD!�?
Joey: Legend has his submission move locked in on Matt Matlock!
Trunks: They’re right in the middle of the ring!
(Matlock is struggling here, reaching�?reaching�?REAAAAAACHING for the top rope�?LEGEND DROPS DOWN! BODY SCISSORS! Matlock is tied up in the middle of the ring�?AND HE TAPS OUT! THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!
*DING DING!*
Legend hangs onto the hole after the bell as his theme music hits, and the referee struggles with him for a moment before Legend finally relinquishes his foe. Joe E. Legend to his feet, and the referee raises his hand as the fans applaud a good showing from both men. Hooray!) |
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The shot returns to ringside where Johnny Askin is currently standing next to a black table with two separate contracts on each end. A gold pen resides next to the contracts. A microphone on each opposite end of the pens. The fans are rather rowdy since they’ve waited patiently for the whole set up of the big WRM/Lesmond contract signing. Askin: Ladies and gentlemen. If I could have your attention please. We are just a few minutes away from watching the contract signing of a match that can end up stealing the show at the following Pay-Per-View. Two competitors will step into a Japanese King of Death Match and perhaps only one... if any will walk out. Introducing first... former W2K Champion, Headliner of five different Pay-Per-Views in the year 2005... From Los Angeles California, William-Rodney-Mercy! SEX TYPE THING hit’s the speakers. Wearing a black suit and his ever-famous silver shades Rodney walks out from under the curtain and extends his arms out to the fans who go wild. He strolls down to the ring eventually climbing the steel steps and entering through the second and third rope. The music stops as Rodney stands next to his chair looking over at Askin. Askin: Well Rodney I gotta give it to you. Looks like you’re going to do it again. Before I bring out your future opponent... have you been cleared to wrestle? Rodney grabs the mic on the table. WRM: That’s a stupid question I’m here aren’t I? Just get him out
here. Askin: Ladies and gentlemen... Former BUD and NRA World Champion, Headliner of many Pay-Per-Views, from Charlotte North Carolina, Lesmond! ORION by Metallica hit’s the speakers with the fans all remaining on their feet. Lesmond pops out from under the curtain wearing his wrestling attire since he’s got a match later on in the night. Lesmond has a huge smile on his face, his darkened shades covering his eyes.... he walks down the aisle and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring. He stands on the opposite end to Rodney. The music stops playing as Lesmond takes his seat, while Rodney deciding to stay standing. Askin: Very well... Gentlemen, what we’re about to sign could end up being a memorable moment. This is a match fans will really look forward to.. WRM: Shut your mouth Askin! Rodney stares down Askin. Even if Askin cant see his eyes, due to the shades, he knows Rodney’s looking straight at him. Rodney turns to look over at Lesmond. He leans over resting his other hand on the table while holding mic with the other... WRM: I don’t want to drag this out. Frankly, I’m not interested all that much about hyping this match up. I didn’t need all this. I didn’t ask for all this contract signing. I’m not going into our match trying to make a star out of you. Like I did with Matty Legend. I am not going to help you bring your career from a dead-state, like I did with Power Trip. I am not interested in helping you bring out your best ability like I did with Black Widow. I’m not interested in the crap before the match. I’m interested in ending your career. I’m interested in making you retire with out your own free will. I don’t care what you’ve heard. I don’t even
care what you believe. don’t plan on showing up if you want to win. I wont fail my daughter. There is no way in hell. Do you understand? Is that direct enough for you? You son of a bitch. Rodney pounds the microphone on the table. He crosses his arms as Lesmond smiles and slowly begins to clap his hands. Still sitting down he keeps clapping his hands. Eventually the claps get slower... until he’s rubbing his hands together and grabs his own microphone. Lesmond: You know Rodney. Easily, you’re one of the top three superstars in Wrestling 2000 this year. Easily. The matches you’ve had. The performers you inspired backstage. Your hard work for the company. Even through your controversy, you came back and the ones who doubted you... You laugh in their face every time you do something great. Your Pay-Per-View matches were great. I saw them. Ladder-Chain match. The First Blood match with Black Widow. Your near win at the Anarchy Rumble. You showed heart. Then you won the World title at the big one. You went on to Four Months in Four Falls. Last month you helped destroy the MSN Machine. I mean what a run. When it comes to Pay-Per-Views...the initials WRM do equal ratings. You haven’t ended up with a no-show. I mean look at next month. WRM vs. Lesmond. Yet another blockbuster for you to brag
about. Lesmond smirks and simply nods his head.
Lesmond: Consider it my gift from me to you. Because after the match... Well, lets just say there is no after for you. I will end your career. I’m not just here to feud with you then try and beat you. No, I’m going to end your career. You made the threat, But I just made you the promise. The difference between me and every other so-called 'opponent' you’ve had at other Pay-Per-Views. I been the puppet master pulling the strings. I been plotting this return for a while now. Well come Pay-Per-View night... I stop playing puppet master and take my role as executioner. Lesmond stands. Rodney interrupts him WRM: Sure, end my career? That’s what they all say. They come here and run their mouth yet look at me. What are you going to do Lesmond? Have someone run in and cost me the match? Because as far as I know that’s the only way anyone can beat me around here. One on One match I have not been cleanly pinned. Lesmond: Rodney I’m not going to pin you to win. I’m going to end your career to win. I might not even have to pin you if the referee has to stop the match because you’re.. Dead.. "OOaaahhhh" Lesmond removes his shades, and stares at Rodney... Lesmond: So maybe you’ll die and brag in hell about how I didn’t pin
you. Rodney takes his shades from his eyes and sets them on the table. WRM: Threats are cheap. Actions however... Rodney swings his hand giving Lesmond a huge disrespectful slap across the face... "OOOAAAHHH". That shot echoes across the arena. Lesmond gains his composure and licks the side of his lip which is cut slightly. Askin backs up leaning against the ropes. Lesmond nods his head a little... Lesmond: No, Slapping me like a little girl is cheap. You know what isn’t cheap? Signing that dotted line. Sign it!! It’s your death warrant. Rodney grabs the gold pen and flips over the pages, ready to sign.. Lesmond: Yeah, sign it bitch. Rodney stops there and simply smirks finding Lesmonds word humorous. WRM: You know, you talk a lot of shit. Lesmond: Perhaps, just sign it already. Lets make it official. Stop lollygagging and get on with it. Rodney goes on to sign... "hold on right there" . A familiar voice rings through the speakers. Veronica Beck pops out from under the Curtain with a microphone in hand. Beck: An agent must always be present for her client before he signs anything. So you hold on right there folks... She walks down the aisle with some fans whistling over at her. She climbs the steel steps as Lesmond takes it so kindly of him self to hold the ropes for her. Beck bends over to enter the ring... Lesmond, of course, checks her out. She walks over standing side by side with Askin... Askin: Miss Beck, I assume you’re here for your client, W-- Beck: For my client, yes. She nods her head as Rodney slides the contract towards her... Beck: Oh, you go on ahead Rodney I didn’t mean to interrupt you. You go on and sign. I meant to say... My *NEW* client. Rodney’s instincts quickly make him look over at Lesmond. Lesmond waves over at Rodney raising his eyebrows twice. Askin: Wait, you’re no longer representing Mister Mercy? Beck: Jesus... what is it with all the questions? Askin: It’s just one... Beck: One too many! Veronica Beck looks over at Askin basically giving him a "shut up"
look. Beck: Yes Askin. You’re right. I signed Lesmond into the company. I got him in. Rodney doesn’t seem to need me anymore so I moved on. I’ll be managing Lesmond from here on out... Now, Rodney if you will.. Rodney slides the contract back towards him... Takes a few seconds before he officially puts his WRM initial signature on the match contract. As he does he looks over at Beck as they both don’t keep their eyes off each other... even as she walks around the table running her index finger across Lesmonds shoulders then standing beside her new smiling client. She looks down at the contract and flips over the pages a few times... Beck: Whoa... Whoa! What’s this? "If Lesmond is to have assistance throughout the match, at any point which gives him the victory, his win shall be considered void". Why? Why doesn’t this count with you Rodney? How do we know you wont cheat? WRM: I wont. His response is firm and direct. Beck: Yyyyeah. Oh what’s this? Japanese King of Death match... Well I have a liiiitle problem with that. You see, I’m a business woman. For the sake of business I cant allow this match to happen. I think you still have.. I don’t know... two or three good matches left in
you. Why throw it away with one? Lesmond has another run to look forward to. Why slow him down because of this match. You will wait for a new contract Rodney. We’re not doing that match. Beck gives her own firm and direct words. She puts the mic down, as to say, that’s all there is too it. Lesmond acts as if he really wanted this match. But his smile popping out once in a while doesn’t help his act. WRM: Sign it pussy. "OOOAAAHHH". Lemond takes this as a direct dare. It takes Veronica Beck whispering something in his ear to keep him from picking up that pen. Beck grabs the mic. Beck: Who the hell are you to tell anyone what to do? I am in management. I recommend Lesmond not to do it. And even if he does, I’ll make sure its cancelled. Death match? Are you fucking crazy? WRM: Yes. Now shut the hell up. Lesmond, sign it. Don’t push this. Don’t push me. Beck: Hey, you’re simply a wrestler. WRM: Shut the fuck up bitch. Lesmond, you don’t sign that and I’m not signing any other bullshit contract Veronica comes up with. Listen to me, you don’t sign that, and I’ll leave you with out a PPV Match punk. You’ll end up booked against a no-show moron like others
have. Whatever she’s telling you, its not true. These contracts are approved by JT Kash and McMillion. They’re businessmen too. And they know how big this can be. If you’re not going to sign, tell me. That way I can just kill you right now. But you better think and think
fast. You know you need this match. You know damn well I’m not bluffing. So just sign it. Beck whispers something into Lesmonds ear but he doesn’t seem to listen. Her eyes widen as he grabs the pen and signs the contract. The fans go wild. Rodney and Lesmond have a long stare down as Askin grabs his mic. Askin: Folks its official!! William Rodney Mercy versus Lesmond!!! Beck leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Lesmond wraps his arm around her as she kicks WRM right between the legs. He falls to the ground like any man would holding his jewels. Lesmond stands back pointing down at WRM and laughing as Beck walks back over stepping through the ropes pointing her ass right at Lesmond. Lesmond follows her out of the ring as WRM looks on with rage written all over his face. Joey: That wasn’t nice at all! Trunks: What is it with Beck and Lesmond? Joey: Well Beck gots her self a new golden boy apparently. Folks, we’ll be back after this commercial break. We’re taken to a commercial break. |
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(We fade to the ring�?
Joey: So, another TV Title defense instore for Aku No Kaze tonight, Trunks. This time against a veteran in REDRUM.
Trunks: Woohoo!!
*DING DING*
(Aku and REDRUM lock up�?Aku pushes REDRUM back�?Aku switches the elbow-tie up into a hammerlock on REDRUM�?Aku stomps on the back of REDRUM’s leg. Aku then grabs REDRUM’s head and bursts forward for a BULLDOG!!!... Aku quickly rolls REDRUM over and hooks the leg! ONE�?TWO�? KICK OUT!!)
Trunks: Ooo!! CLOSE!!
(Aku grabs REDRUM quickly and picks him up. Stiff shot to the jaw! REDRUM’s reeling.. Aku pulls his towards his chest.. BELLY TO BELLY OVEHREAD SUPLEX!!!!... REDRUM shakes his head violently, trying to recover�?REDRUM gets to his feet, Aku charges at him, forcing him into the corner with a stiff knee to the gonads�?UNDETECTED I MIGHT ADD!.. Aku digs his shoulder repeatedly into REDRUM’s ribs�?Aku steps out the corner, and whips REDRUM to the opposite corner.. REDRUM grabs the ropes, putting on the breaks�?REDRUM turns and bursts toward Aku at pace)
Trunks: What A-
(Aku kneels down, grabbing REDRUM and switching momentum by hitting a SPINEBUSTERRR SLAM!!!...)
Trunks: LOOOOSER!!
(Aku stomps all over REDRUM, then goes to the corner�?
Joey: He’s screwed
Trunks: Totally.
Joey: Yep. Totally.
(REDRUM gets up, looking pretty dazed�?180 DEGREE FLAT LINER FROM AKU NO KAZE!!!!... AKU HOOKS THE LEG�? ONE�?TWO�?THREEEEE!!!!)
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. YOUR WINNER AND STILL W2K TELEVISON CHAMPION!!!.. AKUUUU NOOO KAAAZZZE!!!!
(Aku’s music hits quickly�?Aku gets to his feet after that title defense, the referee hands him the belt and he raises it proudly.
And that’s when the roof is about blown off the place. �?6 Quite Bitter Beings�?by CKY rocks the house and the fans explode, just before Ryan Cain skips out through the curtain, onto the stage. He’s still in his street clothes, because he doesn’t have to get dressed until later, since his match is at the very end of the night. You know, the Main Event�?meaning he’s doing this masked guy a huge favor in even showing his presence. Ryan doesn’t do what he’d usually do here, however, and stay up on the stage to talk trash about whoever is in the ring. He, instead, makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring, much to the delight of the house audience. He pops up onto one knee on the apron, pulling himself up and stepping through the ropes, into the ring. Aku no Kaze holds his eyes locked on Ryan Cain, who just grins across the ring at him. Ryan pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and the music dies out, as do the cheers of the fans, momentarily.)
Ryan: Amazing. Absolutely amazing. Really, I mean, give yourself a round of applause�?a pat on the back�?something, because you deserve it. I mean, you come in here and no one’s ever even heard your name before. As a matter of fact, it was said, many times, that you were never meant to be anything but filler to hold a spot in the bracket for a certain tournament�?the tournament, which would decide the first holder of that very Title Belt you now wear over your shoulder. You went from nothing�?to a Champion, in a matter of�?well�?I didn’t really care enough to pay attention to how long, but you’re a Champion, so that’s pretty cool. But the thing is, as I’ve told you before, kid�?you’re holding a Belt, which is just serving as a placeholder for a real Title�?a Title I took from vacancy to being seen as more coveted than the W2K Title, itself�?a Title that I dedicated my life to�?a Title�?that I never should’ve lost. And if you think I’m just being an arrogant crybaby, let me break your neck and see how your next Title defense goes. Am I getting to you a little, guy? Am I getting your mask in a bunch? Well, I don’t really care�?because, unlike you, no matter what I say�?these people will still love me.
(The fans erupt loudly, fully in support of Ryan FOCKin Cain.)
Ryan: And they’ll still chant my name.
(And right on cue�?here they come. “Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!�?
Ryan: So you’re a Champion�?all right�?great. But for what? Why are you a Champion? Because you can handle a bunch of rookies in a makeshift tournament�?
(Ryan turns now, lifting his hand to gesture toward the still fallen and wheezing REDRUM.)
Ryan: �?and beat up old has-beens, too lazy to even care about a Title shot. Congratulations, sir�?you’ve reached mediocrity.
(Aku, stoic as he is, shows no reaction to any of Ryan’s words. He’s calm, sure, and steady�?as any warrior should be.)
Ryan: I know it’s annoying to be talked down to like this�?because, well�?I dealt with much worse, much more often�?so don’t shed me any tears, I’ve got no sympathy. But if you want to shut my mouth�?if you want to put me in my place�?all you’ve got to do is put that little Belt on the line�?against its real owner�?against the *real* Champion. Now, if I’m not mistaken, we’ve got a little Pay-Per-View Event coming up�?set for Thanksgiving Day. That’s in�?
(Ryan checks his watch.)
Ryan: �?a little over a week and a half. So I guess that means you have until next week’s RAGE to make your decision, kiddo. You can either have some pride and some courage�?you can be a real Champion�?or you can puss out, and fight another no-challenge loser. I’ll leave it up to you, Batman.
(And with that, Ryan’s theme music rocks the house, once more, and he drops the microphone, stepping out of the ring and dropping to the floor, still staring at Aku, as he backs up the ramp. The two hold onto this little staring contest as we fade to black.) |
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In between action in the ring, we switch to a hallway backstage for a short moment, and we’re met with the old classic “woman stretching for match�?scenario. Directly in our line of view, appears Isabella Taylor’s cleavage, something that certainly gets it’s fair share of cheers and whistles from the audience. Isabella is currently bent over, stretching herself out, and as we pan backwards a little, we realise she’s in her wrestling gear, meaning her match must be up fairly soon, if not next. She stretches her body to the side, then to the other side, then in following, shakes herself off a little. Reaching down, she scoops her Championess Title off the ground, and slings it on her shoulder, taking a slow, methodical deep breath before heading off towards the ring. “See to it that he gets that message please. It’s very important.�?/FONT> “Yes ma’am.�?/FONT> Further on down the hallway, Isabella catches glimpse of none other than Veronica Beck, making the rounds backstage, assuring everything is in working order for the show. She hands a scrap of paper to a stagehand, who heads off elsewhere in the arena to deliver whatever message he has been given. Veronica however, continues down the corridor, on her way towards Isabella, the two catching each other’s gaze for a second or two. The moment is somewhat awkward; neither particularly likes the other, mainly due to the issues between Isabella and Rodney. As they get closer and closer to one another, it looks as though they are simply going to pass without a single word, until- Isabella: Wait! Just as the two pass one another, Isabella shoots out an arm and grabs Veronica’s, stopping her from passing, instead turning her to face her. Veronica: Can I help you Isabella? Isabella: I need to talk to you.. about what happened last week. Isabella pauses, looking away from Veronica for a second, not sure how to go about what she is about to do. Considering the problems she has with Rodney, this is extremely hard for her. Nevertheless, she turns her head back to face Veronica and look her directly in the eyes, taking a quick breath before going on. Isabella: Listen.. what you did last week, it means a lot to me. With Riot interfering, and just about everything going wrong, we needed some authority out there. If no one stepped up like you did, I wouldn’t be defending my belt this week. It wouldn’t be lead on my shoulder right now, and I wouldn’t be going out to the ring as W2K’s Championess right now. I guess what I’m trying to say is.. She hesitates again, as Veronica just looks her over, realising how hard it is for Isabella to just spit it out and say what she wants to say. Isabella: ..thank you Veronica. Isabella extends her hand out, and Veronica smiles, taking it in her own, the two shaking hands quickly, Isabella showing her gratitude for last week. Veronica: Good luck tonight Izzy. Isabella smiles at the comment, simply nodding at Veronica, before turning to head off towards the ring, Veronica watching her for a few seconds, before disappearing down the corridor herself. |
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The ref is caught at ringside holding the Championess title over his head�?the crowd goes wild as both Morgan and Isabella Taylor stand on different corners. As the ref returns the title Izzy makes sure she points off to the entrance where she wants him to keep an eye out for Riot. The ref nods�? Looking over at Morgan, she’s ready folks�?Izzy’s ready�?
Joey: I cant wait�?I can feel the electricity already!!!
Trunks: Me too. Metaphorically. I wish you did have electricity in you�?literally.
Finally... *DING, DING, DING*.
Joey: HERE WE GO!!!!
Trunks: �?enough with the that line�?
�?The two are In the center of the ring but seem to make a compromise with each other and stand still locking eyes. A nice long stare down for about twenty seconds. Izzy extends her hand for they can shake�?Morgan looks over and on to the crowd�?
Trunks: DON’T DO IT!!!
�?Morgan shakes Izzy’s hand�?
Trunks: OMG!!!
Joey: Nothing happened�?
Izzy smiles at Morgan�?pulls her closer as their shoulders collide�?whispers something to her ear, most likely “good luck�? Izzy shoves her back forcefully. They both begin to circle the ring�?
Joey: Morgan doesn’t look as nervous as she did last week folks�?
The W2K arena is blowing off the roof as Morgan fans, begin to chant her name. The lock it up�?none able to over power the other�?Morgan comes behind for a waist lock�?Izzy counters for a waist lock of her own�?Morgan counters it back but her back is now against the turnbuckle�?Izzy pushes backwards slamming Morgans back against the turnbuckle�?she steps forward then jumps and hit’s a backwards drop kick on Morgan while she’s on the corner!!!! Izzy lands stomach first then rolls out of the way as Morgan falls to her knees then face first into the mat.
Joey: Wow!!! What a move!
The crowd continues to chant for Morgan, who‘s underdog status has won them over. Izzy lifts Morgan and hits an Irishwhip to the corner�?runs for a stinger splash but Morgan runs forward and SPEAR!!!!!
Trunks: Morgan isn’t showing signs of losing focus or having no confidence like last week. She’s coming in swinging.
The fans cheer loudly. Morgan begins to hit some vicious punches into Izzy’s head then rolls to her feet running to the ropes�?she returns for a drop kick but Izzy rolls out of the way heading for the ropes her self�?Morgan hit’s a drop toehold�?Izzy lands on her hands�?she then stands on her hands then back flips to her feet.
Joey: The Championess and Goddess of Wrestling showing some of her great athleticism.
Morgan just stands there not believing what she saw.. She knows her work is cut out for her now. She’s facing the best the division has to offer. Morgan then runs for a clothesline. Izzy ducks the clothesline Matrix style. But right after missing the clothesline Morgan turns to a 90 degree angle and hit’s a legdrop on Izzy�?Izzy falls right down to the mat!!!! Fans cannot help but go wild!!!!
Joey: She caught izzy way off guard!!
Trunks: Yeah, that’s what fancy moves do�?they look great but they can back fire on you.
She pins!! 1.�?.�?
Joey: ALMOST!!! And Trunks, I wouldn’t be telling Izzy how to win matches�?
Izzy was caught off guard but she wont go down…not this early .. Morgan locks on a side headlock trying to wear Izzy down. Izzy slowly comes to her feet hitting some elbows to Morgans ribs. A few more shots�?Morgan hangs on though! She forces Izzy back to her knees with a swift force down. Izzy again makes them come to their feet and shoves Morgan to the ropes�?they return and both hit each other with an elbow take down. Morgan had more momentum however thus she just staggered as Izzy fell on her back. Morgan bounces off the ropes and hit’s a front flip leg drop!
Joey: She takes Izzy down!! What a move.
She covers Izzy again�?1...2... No way is that it!!! Its gonna take more to keep Izzy down. But Morgan knows this is a start, a much better start to last week. She goes on to lift Izzy�?Izzy pops to her feet hitting Morgan with the Court Adjourned!!!!
Joey: Izzy’s DVD is connected!!!
Izzy hooks the leg with a smirk on her face�?1�?.2�?Morgan kicks out!...
Trunks: Morgan is a stubborn little girl isn’t she?
Izzy’s eyes widen, and she yells at the referee. Izzy shakes her head, and takes her frustration out on Moran by kicking her in the head. She grabs Morgan and gets her too her feet, Izzy slams Morgans head on the turnbuckle�?As she bounces forward Izzy hit’s the roeps and connects with a clothesline!! Morgan is laying on the mat near the corner�?Izzy climbs up the turnbuckle, and hits a split-legged moonsault!!!!!!
Joey: When Izzy’s anywhere near those ropes, its when she’s dangerous.
�?Isabella hooks the leg, but again Morgan kicks out before even a 1. Izzy slams her hand on the mat in frustration, and lifts Morgan off the mat viciously. Izzy begins to give Morgan a right hand round the jaw and grabs her arm, locking Morgan into a Abdominal Stretch�?
Joey: Isabella Taylor has gained some control here.. She wants to make sure she keeps it. She’s hoping it could bring down Morgans confidence.
Trunks: Oh shut up, you don’t know that�?she’s doing it because it hurts. And that’s what you do in wrestling matches, HURT people.
Joey: What I mean is�?
Trunks: Every time you annoy me�?your mother is gonna pay�?in bed.
Joey: �?
Izzy is having trouble keeping the hold�?Morgan is fighting it�?she swings Izzy�?s whole body over!!! Morgan lifts Izzy whips her into the ropes, merely waiting in the center�?But Izzy springboards off the middle rope, and hits a springboard moonsault onto Morgan!!!�?Izzy pins�?1.�?.�? NO!!! Morgan will not give up!!! Izzy gets up and begins to kick Morgan. As Morgan comes to her feet Izzy continues the kicking. She cant seem to stand again due to her swift kicks. Morgan grabs the back of both Izzy’s knees and lifts her over her shoulder and rams her directly on the turnbuckle!!! Morgan digs her shoulder into Izzy’s ribs a few times then Irish-whips her to the other turnbuckle. Izzy runs up the turnbuckles and back-flips landing on her feet in front of the same turnbuckle with the crowd roaring in approval.
Joey: Damn!!!
Trunks: Morgan keeps working offence but Izzy’s athleticism gets Izzy ou of situations most wouldn’t be fortunate to get out of.
Morgan runs from behind her but Izzy moves out of the way causing her to crash onto the turnbuckle. Morgan turns around and Izzy hit’s a standing hurricarana causing Morgan to fall straight out of the ring between second and third rope. Izzy looks around with the crowd going wild.
Trunks: That crazy woman has something in mind doesn’t she!
Izzy stands on the top turnbuckle as Morgan slowly gets to her feet on the outside. The whole arena is on their feet waiting to see what high-risk move Izzy is about to pull. Morgan is finally on her feet and slowly turns around with the crowd starting to roar louder. Izzy jumps off for a Taylor Turnover aiming for Morgan!!!!... but Morgan moves out of the way causing Izzy to land her ribs directly on the guard rail!!!!
Joey: Isabella Taylor’s ribs could be broken!!!!
Trunks: That could be serious! Morgan gets the break she needs.
“Holy shit�?holy shit�?holy shit�?holy shit�? The fans chant “holy shit�?and the same words spit out of Izzy’s mouth�?along with blood. Morgan quickly rolls izzy inside the ring�?climbs the turnbuckle�?
Joey: Morgan; she’s going for the victory here.
Izzy shoves the ref to the ropes with her foot!!! Morgan loses balance and falls off the top!!! Izzy struggles to her feet�?she’s up�?SPEAR from Morgan!!!
Joey: Morgan spends no time attacking those ribs!!! I think we have a new championess!!!
With Izzy down Morgan is quick to climb the top again�?MOODSWING!!!!!!�? IZZY rolls out of the way!!! Morgan crashes on pure mat. Morgan comes to her feet staggering turns to lift Izzy�?LIGHTS GO OUT!!!!!
Joey: What’s going on�?whats those noises by the time keeper�?
Lights come back on with Morgan seeing something by the crowd�?she points for the refs attention�?
Trunks: Roll up!!!
1.�?.2.…�?!!!!!
Joey: Izzy did it!!!!
Morgan comes to her feet�?she cant believe it. She argues with the ref�?no use�?
Joey: Izzy needed that right there. If it wasn’t for that roll up she could of lose her title.
Morgan shakes her head as the ref grabs the championess title for Izzy�?where is the Championess title? �?
Joey: Watch out!!!
Morgan’s clocked over the back of her head!!! Riot has the Championess title in her possession�?now that Morgan is down she comes to her knees and mocks Izzy with the title. Holding it near her face basically claiming she will take it from her. She jams the title right down on Izzy’s face!!! She poses the title to the booing fans.
Joey: That’s not right. Riot again ruined the match. Only this time she helped Izzy win with out Izzy knowing it. And we know Izzy wouldn’t wanna win like that.
Trunks: Well Riot wins the match
Joey: No she doesn’t She wasn’t even in it!!!
Trunks: Fine. Shes the last one standing�?
Joey: Shut up Trunks�?
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[ - Coming fresh off the Izzy and Morgan rematch, we return to ring-side. Matty Legend already waits in the ring, as the lights flicker lightly, as the camera cut towards the top of the ramp where "Around the Fur" by Deftones had hit. A second passed, before an individual set foot on the ramp. A chorus of boos filled the airwaves at the moment, as The Prodigal Son stood there. He had on a black "LWO" shirt, something that wasn't seen a lot since the wCw's downfall. The green "L" red "W" and white "O" was Eddie Guerrero's stable he started in wCw in an act to combine all the Latino athletes. Jake had on a pair of black wrestling trunks. Usually, the silver tribal design on the back would have a red stroke, but this time around it had a half green, half red, once again another tribute to the fallen legend. Jake smirked slightly, as he made his way down to the ring. He reached the middle of the path and then the song came to a slow tempo. He looked around the arena, smiling again, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm. While closing his eyes, the smirk faded away, as the music continued to blare. About two or three seconds passed before Jake opened his eyes and pushed himself back up, once again gathering some heat. He made his way to the ring, and pulled himself up onto the ring-apron before getting into the ring as the ring announcer's voice blasted over the music. - ] :// Ring Announcer: ON HIS WAY TO THE RING! WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS! FROM HONOLULU, HAWAIIIII! THE IMPACT CHAMPION! THE PRODIGAL SON..... JAAAAAAAAACOB MITCHEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL!!!!! [ - Jacob made his way towards the right side corner turnbuckle, nearest to the ring announcer and time keeper and spread his arms, waving down the crowd on each hand gathering a response from them. Yet another arrogant smirk hit Jake's face, as this time, he had some cheers. He dropped back down to his feet and motioned for a mic. The time keeper jumped to his feet and made his way towards the ring, as Jake grabbed the mic and pulled himself back into the ring. He walked over towards the middle of the ramp, letting the music die down first. He lifted the mic to his lips and nodded his head slowly. Noticing Matty Legend in the corner of his eye, he narrowed his eyes to the man and pointed towards him. - ] :// Jacob: You stand there and you wait until I'm finished. The match can wait. There's more important things in the world than you.. And yes, there is something more important than I am. [ - The crowd suddenly popped at Jake's remarks toward Matty Legend, as he looked irate at what Jake had said. Though, Jacob didn't seem to be playing around, a stone cold serious face on, he looked around the arena for a second, before down at the LWO shirt on his chest, once again flashing a smile. - ] :// Jacob: I'd like to take the time to say my piece with Eddie's passing. [ - Jake again got cheers, as he smiled, not smirked. He lifted the mic to his lips once more. - ] :// Jacob: Growing up, I always had favorite wrestlers. Of course, through the 80s Hogan all the way. Hulkamaniac. Though, when my dad took me to a small time federation and I saw Eddie, he instantly grew onto me. As time passed, he got more exposure, he showcased his ability. Eddie was one of my favorite athletes. I'd never had the chance to meet him, but I did get to experience his ring-work on several occasions. Eddie was truly one of a kind. His matches with Brock.. Benoit.. Angle and just mainly everyone he came across was always a spectacle. His ability to make the fans chant his name in a matter of seconds as phenomenal as well. Altogether, even though I'm not part of the WWE.. Eddie you'll be missed. I used to Smackdown every week because it was becoming the better program. I remember this weeks man. Against Kennedy, you looked in top-shape. Looked to be at the top of your game. I don't know what happened.. But life has that effect on you. [ - Jake pauses, sighs and shakes his head slowly, bowing it now. Still stuck in a state of shock, he lifts his head and speaks once more. - ] :// Jacob: They say when a wrestler passes on, they go to the huge ring in the sky! Now Eddie, you take your place with the elite man. You join the fallen brothers and sisters. Now you get another shoot to be reunited with the greats.. The Andre's.. The Owen's.. The Candido's.. [ - Yet another sadden pause. Jake grew up knowing and loving the Guerrero's work. His father would always take him to shows so he knows most of them. Sure, he shook Eddie's hand, but not something he'd remember. Eddie was loved by so many people, to remember a simple handshake would be like finding a needle in a haystack. - ] :// Jacob: You're in a better place Eddie. As I said, I didn't get the chance to meet you, or work with you for the matter. I wish that I had the opportunity to square off with one of the greats, but I didn't. It's hard watching yet another brother in the job we do pass on, but Eddie? That's.. That's just.. I don't know what to say.. I'm seriously stuck for words.. Eddie have to overcome adversity, but it's alright. He's headed up the staircase to heaven at the moment. Looking down at everyone that loved and respected his work. So tonight, I'd like to dedicate not just this win, not just the match against the former champ in which I break his Title Reign, but I dedicate the entire RAGE, to his family.. His wife, kids and the entire Guerrero Dynasty and of course, to the memory of Eduardo Gory Guerrero Llanes.. or to the casual fan.. "Latino Heat" Eddie Guerrero. Joey: That was a class act from a not always classy man. Jacob Mitchell I applaud your words�?/FONT> Joey chokes back his words a little, trying to regain his composure. Obviously a little emotional thinking about everything and especially after Jake’s words. Trunks: We all miss you Eddie…and not a single one of us will ever forget you…or what you have done. [ - The crowd gives Jake a huge pop, as he slams the back of his clenched right fist into the left side his chest, which was covered by his black shirt. His fist slammed off the white "O" from LWO, before pointing up to the sky for a second. With a smile, he nodded his head and worded "This ones for you Eddie." Jake dropped the mic and handed the title to the ref as he backed up in the corner, taking the shirt off his back and looking down at the three letters before smiling again. He tossed it to the left, into the crowd, watching people jump for it. He changed his attention back towards Matty, letting the smirk fade off of his face. Now The Prodigal Son stood, waiting for the match to start. - ] DING DING!! Matty quickly steps in towards Jacob and gets taken over with an arm drag. Jake gets up only to greet Matt with another arm drag. The two get back to their feet. Matt runs in at Jake but gets taken down with a drop toe hold. Jake quickly gets up and backs up to the ropes. Matty runs in at him, Jake ducks and steps under a clothesline attempt. Matt turns around only to be whipped across the ring. Jake steps forward dropping face down. Matt hops over him and hit’s the ropes, Jake gets back up…leap frog. Matt hit’s the ropes and comes back again. Jacob drops to his back lifting his feet up over his head and catches Matt with an inverted monkey flip. Matt is sent flying across the ring landing right on his back with his legs hitting the ropes. Matt quickly gets back up as does Jacob. Matt looks frustrated now as he runs at Jake, who ducks down and pulls the top rope with him. Matt is sent tumbling down to the floor. Matt slaps the mats on the floor before getting back up just to see Jake plummet down over the top rope with a plancha that flattens Matty on the concrete. Jacob gets up to his feet, pulling Legend up as well then rolls Matty into the ring. Jake quickly climbs up onto the apron and looks around to all the fans who are for once cheering him on. Jake points up to the roof just before slingshot ting himself over the top rope with a quick flip crashing into Matty with his back. Joey: Jacob Mitchell showing his respects with another classic Eddie Guerrero move right there. Trunks: Jacob Mitchell understands and appreciates his wrestling history. Joey: That he certainly does. Fans tonight is a very special and very emotional night for us all. Jacob Mitchell came out here and for once he wasn’t the cocky arrogant prick we’ve all come to know and hate. He was a human being expressing his memories his sorrows and his appreciation for one of the greatest of all time. Trunks: Tonight could be no more of a perfect night for Jacob to wrestle a wrestling match in honor and memory of Eddie. Tonight Jacob strives to shatter the record set by the man in the ring with him, and if that wasn’t motivation enough, he’s doing this one for a fallen superstar. Jacob stands up and with a smile does the Eddie shoulder shuffle while strutting across the ring. “EDDIE EDDIE EDDIE EDDIE�?chants break out all over the arena again. Jake turns around as Matty is pulling himself up off the mat. Matt finally gets up and runs at Jake who ducks down and flings Matt high up into the air with a back body drop. Jake runs to the ropes before Matt even hits. Jake bounces off and comes back with a sliding drop kick to the ribs of Legend. Jacob gets up again and runs off to the ropes, he comes back as before with another sliding drop kick but somehow Legend does a nip up to avoid it. Jake slides under the bottom rope to the floor. Trunks: Went to the well once too often. Jacob reaches in and trips up Matty, knocking him face down on the mat. Jacob slowly pulls himself up onto the apron as Matty gets back to his feet. Matt turns around and swings wildly at Jake who ducks, he pops back up and grabs Legend up for a suplex. Lifts him up…Matty kicks his feet and blocks. Matty lifts Jake up, and over…no Jake flips around landing on his feet. The ref jumps back to avoid getting smashed by Jake’s feet. Jake grabs Legend around the waist and quickly throws him back hard with a release German suplex. Joey: The ref is *OUT*! Indeed. Legend creamed the ref when he went down. Jacob stands up and sees them both laid out…what else does he do? He looks out to the crowd and gives off a big shit eating grin. Trunks: I think�?/FONT> Jacob slides out of the ring to the floor and starts making his way over to the time keepers table. Trunks: We’re about to see another classic moment relived. Jacob grabs the chair the time keeper used to sit in. Jacob slides into the ring, sees Legend and the referee both struggling to get back to their feet. Jake smiles to the crowd and walks over to the corner slamming the chair into the ring post. Causing not only a loud crash but also putting a noticeable dent into the chair. Matt turns around and looks at Jake confused. Jacob smiles really big and tosses the chair to Matt just before falling backwards spread out on the canvas. The ref turns around just in time to see Jake hit the mat and Matty Legend holding the chair. Joey: That one’s for you Eddie. The ref gives Matt the scolding of a lifetime. Matt throws the chair down and claims his innocence. The ref chooses not to DQ Matt, so Mat turns around and PRODIGAL DROP!! Out of nowhere. Jacob drops Matt. Jacob turns around and rolls Matt over, he starts to cover, but then stops and stands up�?/FONT> Joey: What’s he doing? Jacob pulls Matt up to his feet…suplex…keeps it hooked, spins his hips and gets back. Another suplex. Same as before they get up and Jake drops Matt with the third suplex. Trunks: The three amigos. Another classic Eddie Guerrero move. Joey: Trunks…This is really a dark reality that’s really starting to sink in. All of these classic moves and antics used by Jacob Mitchell came from a man who tragically died. We will never get to see these moves again. Trunks: It’s really hard to believe. I’d rather not think about what we won’t get to see from the man, but cherish what we’ve already seen. Remember it forever and let the legacy of Eddie Guerrero live on forever in wrestling. Jacob stands back to his feet, the fans standing and cheering with him. Jacob steps out to the apron and starts climbing to the top rope. Jake stops with one foot on the top and one on the middle rope. He looks out to the screaming fans…and the fan who caught the LWO shirt tosses it to Jacob. Jacob puts the shirt back on, puts his fist to his chest before pointing up. Jake steps up onto the top and leaps off with a big time frog splash that just imprints Matt’s body into the canvas. The ref slides down into position. 1...2...3!! Joey: Jacob Mitchell�?/FONT> Joey stops for a moment, clears his throat and continues. Joey: Excuse me. Jacob Mitchell in tribute to the late Eddie Guerrero just dominated and broke the title reign record of Matty Legend with Eddie’s own arsenal. Trunks: I’m sure Eddie is looking down on us right now…smiling, and knowing that he inspired everyone in this arena. Jacob Mitchell stands to his feet holding the Impact title in one hand, the other pointing up. Fade to a commercial break. |
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Ryan: Widow.
(Ryan Cain, now dressed in his ring attire, sleek, loose, black wrestling pants with “CAIN�?on the ass and “RYAN�?down each leg, all in white text, calls out after knocking on the door of Black Widow’s locker room.
No answer.
He bangs on the door with the end of his fist this time, with a little more authority.)
Ryan: Widow! It’s almost match time, come on!
(Still no answer.)
Ryan: What the hell?
(Without any kind of invitation, Ryan turns the knob and enters the room.)
Ryan: Wid-�?ah shit.
(Ryan turns, suddenly, and sprints down one end of the hallway.)
Ryan: Medics!
(We pan downward now�?where we see Black Widow laid out on the floor of her locker room.)
Joey: What the-�?that’s Black Widow!
Trunks: What happened to her?!?
(Ryan’s voice is heard coming back toward the room now.)
Ryan: She looked unconscious�?right in here.
(The door swings open again, and Ryan reenters, followed by two uniformed medics. They rush past him to Widow’s side and kneel down beside her.)
Medic #1: Quick, go get a stretcher, now!
(The second medic pops up and hauls ass out of the room, while the first checks on Widow.)
Ryan: What the hell happened to her?
(He’s examining her head, parting her hair in different places.)
Medic #1: It looks like someone knocked her in the head with�?I don’t know what did this.
(The camera pans left and Ryan looks to the floor beside Widow�?where he kneels down�?and picks up the W2K Title Belt.)
Ryan: �?This?
Medic #1: �?It’s possible.
(A groan comes from Widow now, who starts to roll over.)
Medic #1: Ma’am, please don’t try to-�?
(Widow pushes herself up with her arms and tries to get up.)
Medic #1: �?stand.
(She’s up to her feet now, but wobbly. Ryan reaches out to support her. She’s real glassy eyed�?and now the stretcher is wheeled in.)
Widow: Who is�?that for?
Ryan: Uh�?it’s for you.
Widow: Wha-�?me? I don’t need that�?I’m fi-�?
(And then she collapses�?right onto the stretcher. The medics work to steady her, sliding the W2K Champion onto the stretcher stably. They start to wheel her out the door, and Ryan follows.)
Ryan: Take care of her, guys.
(They start to wheel her down the hallway, and Ryan watches with his hands on his hips.)
Ryan: God*damn* it!
(Ryan flails his arms and turns.)
Mage: She’ll be fine, Ryan.
(Ryan turns to see John Mage leaning against the wall, his eyes covered by those sunglasses and his body clothed by his trench coat.)
Ryan: Did you *see* her?
(Mage nods.)
Ryan: Well I’m sure she *will* be fine�?but what about the match tonight? I’m gonna have to fight them by myself now.
Mage: These things have a way of working themselves out, Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah, well, tell me that again after I win this handicapped match.
(Ryan runs his fingers roughly through his hair, grunting loudly and angrily�?before turning and slamming his fist against the cinderblock wall. He starts breathing heavily, getting himself pumped up�?and then stalks his way down the hallway, toward the ring. Our last shot is of John Mage smirking as he watches Ryan Cain walk toward the ring�?before we fade to black.)
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(We come to ringside, where we see Cross and Lesmond already standing inside the ring, ready for action.)
Joey: Well, fans, as you can see�?we’re about ready to get our Main Event of the evening underway�?and the word remains that W2K Champion, Black Widow, scheduled to wrestle as Ryan Cain’s partner�?is in no condition to compete.
Trunks: Yeah, and Izzy already had a match tonight�?so it looks like Ryan is pretty much screwed.
Joey: I’d agree with you if it were anyone but Ryan Cain, Trunks.
Trunks: Well why can’t you agree with me now?
Joey: Because it is Ryan Cain�?and that man can overcome any odds thrown his way.
Trunks: �?Cross and Lesmond?
Joey: It’s possible.
Trunks: �?By himself?
Joey: Yes. I have to believe he can do it.
Trunks: Well uh�?all right then.
(And with that�?�?6 Quite Bitter Beings�?rocks the house and the crowd comes to its feet in a standing ovation. The curtain is torn open and Ryan Cain stomps out onto the stage, an angry expression etched onto his face. His fists are clenched at his sides as he makes his way down the entryway, toward the ring.)
Joey: He’s got that fire in his eyes, Trunks�?that Ryan Cain fire.
Trunks: Yeah, well, Lesmond is a water hose and Cross is a fire blanket.
Joey: Smartass.
(Ryan is in front of the ring now, eyeballing his competition, which stands on the inside smirking arrogantly out at him. Cross gives Ryan a little taunting wave�?just before Ryan’s theme music abruptly cuts.)
Trunks: �?What the hell?
(And then the lights go out.)
Joey: AGAIN?!?
Trunks: Is this gonna be a weekly thing or what?!? What is it this time?!?
(Several moments of silence pass�?the crowd is in a murmur�?Ryan, Cross, and Lesmond are looking to all sides of the arena for a clue. Finally�?a soft guitar chord is heard over the PA.)
Joey: Uh�?is that supposed to mean something to us?
Trunks: Well, it didn’t last week�?until “OMEN�?came on the screen.
Joey: That’s a good point.
(The opening chords of “Lateralus�?by Tool continue to play lightly overhead. Ryan and Cross both have looks of shock and realization on their faces�?but they don’t know if they believe it.)
Trunks: Uh�?so far, this is extremely uneventful.
Joey: Is this elevator music?
Trunks: Your mom is elevator music.
(It’s been over a full minute now�?and the tension is still growing. Finally�?the song really picks up, and grows much heavier.
“Black then white are all I see�?in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me�?
Lets me see.�?
Joey: Trunks�?
Trunks: Joey�?
Joey: You don’t think-�?
Trunks: Yeah, Joey�?I do.
(And finally�?much of the crowd erupts with cheers�?when John Mage parts the curtain and steps out onto the stage. He’s wearing what he’s always been known to wear; those dark sunglasses, that long black trench coat, his black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his boots buckled up the sides.)
Joey: IT’S JOHN MAGE!
Trunks: Do any of these people know who that is?
Joey: SOME OF THEM ARE BOUND TO!
(Mage stands in the center of the stage for several moments�?before finally continuing down the ramp toward the ring. He stops beside Ryan, just outside the ring.)
Joey: Is he Widow’s replacement?!?
Trunks: If he is, I think Ryan’s chances just got a little better.
Joey: Understatement of the century! Well, the hour, at least.
(Ryan and Mage are exchanging words on the outside. Ryan looks to be just as shocked as everyone else, as the lights return to the arena. He nods his head at Mage, apparently approving of whatever the man had to say.)
Joey: Well?!?
(And with that�?John Mage and Ryan Cain both step up onto the ring apron, through the ropes, and into the ring, where Cross and Lesmond back up to their team’s corner. Mage starts removing his entrance attire �?coat, shirt, and sunglasses �?as Lesmond and Cross are talking the whole thing over. Cross seems perplexed and Lesmond confused. Ryan seems to have found a whole new confidence in the entire situation, as he stretches out his arms and limbers up in the corner. John Mage pats Ryan on the chest and mouths something to him, and Ryan nods his head as Mage steps out onto the apron, flinging his hair backwards. Lesmond and Cross finish talking, and Cross steps out as well, leaving Ryan and Lesmond to start it off. Ryan starts skipping around the ring a bit, ala the Heartbreak Kid, and Lesmond starts to circle with him�?as the referee calls for the bell.
*DING DING!*)
Joey: And here we-�?go?
(Before anything can really happen, “Sex Type Thing�?by Stone Temple Pilots rocks the house, and the crowd comes to its feet, once more, in unison.)
Trunks: What the hell? Ryan already has a replacement!
(But that’s not stopping William Rodney Mercy from stepping through the curtain! He steps to the center of the stage and looks around at his praise�?before continuing down the ramp, just as the others had before him.)
Trunks: What does Mercy want out here?!?
Joey: Well, he does have that little vendetta with Lesmond.
Trunks: So what?!?
Joey: Oh, shut up, Trunks. If anything, WRM has earned his right to come out here *whenever* he wants.
Trunks: My ass!
Joey: If you say so.
(WRM steps to ringside, and all eyes are on him, wondering what he’s going to do�?but he simply stands there, eyeballing Lesmond, who is inside the ring. Lesmond doesn’t seem happy at all with Mercy’s presence here, but Cross yells across the ring at him to keep his head in the game or something, and Lesmond shakes it off, somewhat.)
Trunks: Get him out of here! He’s a distraction!
Joey: Was it not a distraction when Lesmond brought Mercy’s DAUGHTER to ringside during one of the most important matches in W2K history?
Trunks: That was different!
Joey: Yeah, in the way that it was tasteless and disgusting.
Trunks: You shut your mouth!
(WRM simply watches now, as Ryan and Lesmond continue to circle for a moment before both slowly pacing toward the center of the ring. They meet there and both cautiously extend a hand, where they hesitate in interlocking their fingers. Lesmond pulls his hand back, away form Ryan, and Ryan gets a sudden shoot takedown, slipping behind Lesmond and pulling his legs out. Ryan jumps on for a side headlock and Lesmond fights up to his feet. Lesmond goes for a back suplex but Ryan flips out onto his feet, landing behind Lesmond with a waistlock. Lesmond throws an elbow to Ryan’s face and gets a standing switch. Ryan grabs onto Lesmond’s hands and rolls through it, sending Lesmond halfway across the ring. Both men pop back up and Lesmond sweeps Ryan’s legs out, covering him. Ryan is out before the referee can even get down to count it and both men are up again. Lesmond charges in with a crucifix on Ryan, but Ryan holds him up. Lesmond flips it over into a sunset flip, but Ryan rolls backwards through that and pops up, looking for a basement dropkick to Lesmond’s face, but Lesmond smartly leans all the way back so Ryan lands on his ass. Lesmond with a quick nip up and grabs Ryan’s legs, looking to go for a Sharpshooter, but Ryan is immediately in the ropes and the referee forces the break. The fans are quick to applaud this whole thing as Ryan pulls himself back to his feet and Lesmond is backed up to the center of the ring.)
Trunks: HOLY CRAP!
(Lesmond turns for a moment and sees WRM at ringside, giving a tauntingly slow applause. He turns fully to WRM now and points out at him, yelling some unintelligible obscenities toward the former Champion of W2K�?before he’s dropkicked in the back by Ryan Cain! Lesmond bounces off the ropes and stumbles backwards, right into a schoolboy from Ryan! Lesmond is out after the two-count and Ryan is forced all the way across the ring, while Lesmond rolls to his corner and extends his hand to Cross, who tags himself in. Cross steps through the ropes, and he and Lesmond exchange some words with Lesmond pointing across the ring at Ryan, then down at WRM.)
Joey: Finally, these two are back inside the ring at the same time!
(Lesmond steps out�?and Ryan wants Cross�?Cross wants Ryan just as bad. Here we go! Ryan shoots in, looking for a takedown, just like the one he made on Lesmond before, but Cross scouts it well, sitting out of it and taking Ryan over with a judo style arm throw. Ryan is back up to his feet and charges in at Cross with a crossbody block�?CAUGHT! Cross tosses Ryan up into a powerbomb position, but Ryan backflips out of it, landing on his feet�?CLOTHESLINE FROM CROSS! Ryan is FLOORED! Cross with the cover and gets one�?gets two�?gets thr- SHOULDER UP! Cross with the pick-up and sends Ryan acro-, no, Ryan reverses it and sends Cross in. Ryan charges Cross on the rebound and Cross goes for another clothesline, but Ryan ducks it. Ryan jumps up right at Lesmond! But Lesmond jumps down from the apron before contact can be made, and Ryan keenly catches himself on the middle rope, before flipping back into the rin- CROSS CATCHES HIM! RUNNING POWERSLAM!!! Cross with the cover and only gets two!)
Trunks: He’s a resilient little fucker.
Joey: I think we’ve long since established that, Trunks.
Trunks: Stop talking, Joey.
(Cross with the pick-up on Ryan, who desperately needs to make a tag out to John Mage. The camera suddenly cuts away from the ring�?and up into the rafters�?where we see Television Champion, Aku no Kaze in a kneeling position, staring down into the ring.)
Trunks: �?What the hell?
Joey: That’s Aku no Kaze! What is he doing up there?!?
Trunks: Well�?Ryan has been kinda giving him a hard time lately.
Joey: But�?the rafters?!?
Trunks: Looks that way.
(Anyway, we cut away from the guy that thinks he’s Sting and back to the action. Cross has Ryan by the hair in the corner, talking all kinds of crap in his face. He slaps Ryan once, pretty hard.)
Joey: Oh come on!
(And Ryan spits right in his face. Cross stands back and looks extremely pissed off�?then goes for a corner clothesline�?and Ryan ducks! Cross turns�?ENZEGURI FROM RYAN CAIN!!! Cross is staggered and he stumbles randomly around the ring. Ryan is back up, and he looks at Cross, who is between himself and John Mage. Ryan knows he needs to make that tag�?and he charges Cross�?AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR! He jumps right into Cross�?arms! Mage reaches out�?Ryan reaches out�?AND THEY MAKE THE TA-�?SPINEBUSTER! NO TAG WAS MADE! Cross with another pin attempt and gets two before Ryan gets the foot on the rope. Cross isn’t happy about that and he drags Ryan back toward the corner where Lesmond is waiting. Cross tags out and Lesmond steps in, immediately throwing a right hand- BLOCKED! JAPANESE ARM DRAG FROM RYAN CAIN! Lesmond rolls all the way across the ring, right in front of WRM. Lesmond’s eyes meet WRM’s for a moment�?just long enough for Ryan to spring off the middle rope and come back with a leg lariat, ala Sabu!)
Trunks: DID YOU SEE THAT?!?
Joey: Yeah! That was very impressive!
Trunks: NO, IDIOT! MERCY! HE CHEATED!
Joey: What?!? He’s just standing there!
Trunks: He cheated, I’m sure of it!
(I don’t think he cheated�?but I know for sure that Ryan Cain�?just made the tag out to John Mage! The crowd erupts immediately when Mage steps into a W2K Ring in active competition for the first time in history! Lesmond is up�?and Mage clotheslines him down! Mage gets the pick-up on Lesmond and sends him into the ropes. On the rebound, Mage lowers the head, and elevates Lesmond HIGH into the air with a back body drop! Still no pin attempt from Mage, as he hits the ropes and comes off with a leg drop. Mage with another pick-up and Lesmond breaks free of his grasp! Lesmond throws several right hands to the face of Mage, forcing him back to the corner, where he whips him across into the opposite buckles. Lesmond charges across and avalanches Mage in the corner! Mage stumbles out�?and falls to his back! Lesmond falls on for the pin attempt but Mage is out at two! On the outside�?Ryan is looking up at the ceiling�?where he’s finally spotted Aku no Kaze! Ryan has a “what the hell are you doing up there�?look on his face now!)
Joey: There’s no way Ryan can concentrate with him up there!
Trunks: There’s no way Lesmond can concentrate with WRM at ringside!
Joey: Yeah�?that’s true.
Trunks: That’s right it is!
(Lesmond gets the pick-up on Mage and tags out to Cross, who quickly steps in. Lesmond holds Mage open for Cross to get the boot to the ribs before Lesmond steps out onto the apron. Cross forces Mage back to the ropes and chops him across the chest! “WOOO!!!�?Cross whips Mage off, Mage comes back off the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt, FLYING FOREARM SMASH TO CROSS! Mage rolls all the way under the bottom rope, to the apron. He’s up quickly and pulls himself into the air, springboards off the top rope�?front flip senton splash! Mage rolls through it, stands up right in front of the opposite ropes, LIONSAULT! Mage stays on for the cover�?one�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Cross is out just before the three-count! Mage is up and he gets the pick-up on Cross, sending him into the ropes. Cross comes back�?DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!)
Joey: It’s like a car wreck in there!
Trunks: Yeah, are they still alive?
(The referee starts in with his ten-count as the two men barely begin to stir. One�?two�?three�?Mage rolls toward Ryan�?and Cross rolls toward Lesmond. Four�?five�?six�?both men start to drag themselves on their stomachs. Seven�?eight�?ni- BOTH MEN MAKE THE TAGS! Ryan and Lesmond are both in! They meet in a storm of fury in the middle of the ring, each connecting with a right hand. Ryan with a right, Lesmond answers with one of his own. They go back and forth�?Cross is back up and stalking toward Ryan�?until Mage flies into the view and spears Cross down to the canvas! He’s pounding on the big man’s face! Mage gets up off of Cross, Ryan ducks a right hand from Lesmond! Lesmond spins around�?ZERO SUPERKICK! Lesmond’s head snaps back and he turns around�?right into a fireman’s carry pick-up from John Mage! Mage holds him there�?AND HITS THE SCHISM! A fireman’s carry into a swinging Rock Bottom!)
Joey: IT’S OVER!!!
(Ryan looks up to the rafters to taunt Aku no Kaze! “You see that?!? Hey-�?�?The camera cuts to where Aku is-�?was. Aku no Kaze has vanished!)
Trunks: Where did he go?!?
(Ryan looks down, away from the rafters�?and there he is! Aku no Kaze is standing at ringside! This about scares the hell out of Ryan, who jumps backwards�?right into a roll-up from Cross! Cross grabs Ryan’s tights, and Mage is making his own cover on Lesmond! It looks like Cross made the cover first, but Mage is not aware! One�?two�?THREE! CROSS WINS IT WITH THE TIGHTS!)
Joey: OH COME ON! BULLSHIT!
Trunks: You aren’t supposed to curse!
Joey: Shut up!
(“Edgecrusher�?rocks the house, and Cross rolls out of the ring. Ryan and Mage are both pissed off, as they watch him walk away. Ryan then looks for Aku at ringside�?but again, he’s nowhere to be found. Ryan and Mage both roll out of the ring, watching Cross walk up the ramp, toward the back�?and WRM rolls under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands up�?right over the fallen body of Lesmond, who is still laid out after John Mage’s finishing move.)
Trunks: What is he going to do?!?
(Mercy just stares down at Lesmond.)
Joey: Uh�?nothing I guess. GOOD NIGHT, FANS!
(We cut to Cross with his hands raised�?then to Ryan and Mage, who are still angry�?and finally to William Rodney Mercy, before we finally fade.)
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