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October 2006 "Confession" by Cold.
The W2K Arena in San Antonio, Texas.
| | [ Match 1 ] Championess Match
Summer Stratus (c) vs. Amber Michaels
Amber gets her one-on-one shot versus the Championess, and you can bet her hunger for the title will make this match a must see. [ Match 2 ]
Singles Jonathan Andrew Reed vs Damien Collins
JAR doesn't like that DC's back in w2K, because it threatens his masculine security and friendship with Johnny Fame. Will the fallout to this match determine the face of stables in W2K?? [ Match 3 ]
Title for Title Match: XW vs Impact Johnny Legend (c) vs James Tsunami (c)
The Impact and XW Titles will be merged in a way. Not totally, but carried by the same person. But who? [ Match 4 ]
2006 God of Wrestling Final: Hell in the Cell JT Kash vs Christian Michaels
Two years ago, CM and JT battled it out for the God of Wrestling 2004. Now, they have a rematch and automatic placing in the finals of the 2006 GOW. Will CM overcome the odds and his stigma against JT Kash to claim what he's always claimed to begin with? [ Match 5 ]
Hardcore Rules
Taylor "WallStreet" McCallister vs. Felix McAllister
Apparently, this stemmed from soemthing going down in BUD, but with Hamid not liking WallStreet much, if at all, you can bet this'll be a jumping point to continue that... **Main Event**
W2K Championship Match
Kutter Flash (c) /w Hamid Ismaili vs. David Van Dam
Last time these two met, DVD got his head shaved by Kutter Flash. This time, it's for all the marbles on a grand PPV stage.... | |
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| Backstage Flash! | | [Tsunami is stretching his legs, standing in the middle of an empty hall, the IMPACT championship laying infront of him on the ground, silver side up of course. He bens down, stretching, warming up his muscles, getting ready for his title for title fight. Suddenly there is a loud crash and a scream. Tsunami looks up and immediately grabs his championship and trots down the hall way to see what's going on.
Tsunami: "Hey, what's going on?"
[He rounds the corner and see's Image Johnson laid flat out on her back. Tsunami drops to a knee, setting down his title and looks her over.
Tsunami: "Hey, are you ok?"
[That's the last thing Tsunami remembers, after that he took a massive chair shot to the back, making him arch and then a hand over his face as the back of his head is slammed into the wall. He falls to his side, back against the wall, body limp, unconcious next to Image.
Ace Hart: "Down go two."
[He looks down at Image with a shrug.
Ace Hart: "Sorry toots. You were the perfect distraction."
[He walks away as the scene fades. | |
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| Backstage Flash! | | [Backstage, Chanel Marshall is enjoying the last bit of one of W2K's famous pastries, when Amber Michaels walks up, with Thorny and a fork. She stabs a cinnamon roll, and takes a bite off it, pointing the fork and cinnamon roll at Chanel.
Amber: "Say, did you know there's atleast twenty-one ways to kill a person using nothing but a fork and a little extra effort?"
Chanel: "......"
[Chanel gives her a crazy look, then rolls her eyes and reaches for another pastry, but Amber swings Thorny- WHAM! The plate jumps up in the air and pastries fly all over as Amber gets very close in Chanel's face, pointing the fork- minus cinnamon roll- in her face, only about an inch from her eye.
Amber: "You like doing things for Summer, don'tcha?"
[She picks up a straw from the table, and slips it down Chanel's shirt, between her cleavage. Amber grins, and pats Chanel on the cheek.
Amber: "Better keep that handy. After our match, you might have to shove it down her throat to help her continue breathing."
[Amber takes Thorny, and walks away. | |
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| Six Man Tag
*Unadvertised | | Kevin Dart: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a SIX MAN TAG MATCH!" ["Black Betty" starts to rock over the PA system, and without any motive or inspiration, Bob Pocket and PJ Curtis come out from the curtains. They raise their inner arms up in the air, while pointing at their partner with their outter arms. Dart: "Introducing first, at a combined weight of 404 pounds, the team of Bob Pocket and PJ Curtis, Teh Slaxorz!" [They walk down the isle with their arms still in the same position, and as they reach the end of the isle, they bring them down, sliding in the ring. They got to the turnbuckles, not climbing up, but just looking at the audience. They walk to the other side of the ring, again looking at the other fans. They walk towards eachother, trying to get pumped up for their wrestling match by slapping one another across the face. Suddenly, the lights suddenly start to flicker neon green, and on the octotron, a movie movie plays, showcasing Tearing Leaps, people getting Torn Apart, and other highlights of the Evolution of Perfection. The crowd starts to get hyped up as "Burn It All" by A Dark Halo begins to blast throughout the arena as smoke engulfs the stage area. The fans are now on their feet, awaiting the arrival of one of, if not the, favorite superstar. Finally, after a few seconds, none other then Tim Torn walks onto the smoke-filled stage. The fans pop as Tim forms a X with his arms, holds them by his sides, then raises them in the air (Ultra Mega Taunt). He grins at the response the crowd gives him. Dart: Laidies and gentlemen, please welcome, their partner, from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at two-hundred and three pound, The Evolution of Perfection, Ultra Mega, The Biohazard, Tim Torn!
[Tim walks down the ramp and jumps onto the apron. He looks around at the fans as if he were God. He closes his eyes and just listens to the crowd. Tim hops over the tope rope and walks over to and climbs the top-right turnbuckle. He performs his Ultra Mega Taunt, and then jumps off the turnbuckle by backflipping off with a corkscrew effect to it and lands on his feet. He stands in the center of the ring, lowers his head, and performs the crucifix with open palms as the lights return to normal and the music slowly fades. He looks over at his partners and nods. Macklin: "This could be an interesting team here. Teh Slaxorz are probably the laziest people in wrestling, while Tim Torn is a big risk taker. I wonder who their opponents are. ["Archetype" by Fear Factor hits the W2K speaker system, as the crowd turns towards the ramp, unfamiliar with this particular music. The ramp is filled with smoke as two men move onto the stage. Another man follows them out. Dart: "Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by their manager, Leo Travis, they are the team of Caleb Tanner and Dylan Abrams, and they weight in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, they are Bad Influence!" [Abrams and Tanner roll into the ring as Travis stands by the apron. Their music changes into Pain Redefined" hits the speakers, the base from the speakers fills the arena, the lights turn red then to puple. When you hear "I don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding" Triple X walks out onto the stage. Goldish spark like pyro shoots out of the stage. The cameras scan the crowd. Smirking his usual cocky smile Triple X walks down the ramp, stopping half way down the ramp Triple X stands on his feet looking around at the crowd. Jumping up and landing back on his feet while spreading his arms the arena becomes filled with boo's. Dart: "And their partner, weighing in at 302 pounds, currently residing in Venice Beach, California, TRIPLE X" [His large, muscular body stands out amongst the others. As Triple X walks down the ramp he lays his arms back down to his side. Crowd still booing Triple X he just stares coldly at the ring. Dressed in his wrestling attire, depending on the situation. Triple X throws an arm into the air and roars, sticking his tounge out showing he has no fear in his mental state. Making his way to ring side he walks over to the metal stairs, walking up each step one foot in front of the other with a cocky grin on his face once again. Walking along side of the apron he just stares down each and every fan in the crowd hearing them boo even more now. Climbing through between the middle and top rope. Standing up fully he just throws his arms back leaning on the ropes showing his pyshique to the crowd try to make them envy how well Triple X is built. Walking over to the right side of the ring he throws his arms back into the air again roaring with a firey passion. X takes another look around at the crowd, smirking his face into a painful bliss. Macklin: "This should be an interesting contest to say the least. Two teams. Six men. Let's get it going. [Bob Pocket decides he's going to start it off against Caleb Tanner. The bell rings as the two lock up. They struggle back and forth for leverage, and Pocket is able to lock in a standing sidehead lock. Tanner pushes him off into the ropes and drops down onto the mat. Pocket leaps over him, hits the other ropes and comes back. Tanner leap frogs over him as Pocket hits the other ropes and comes back. Tanner goes for a clothesline but Pocket ducks and grabs Tanner's neck, pulling him down with a neckbreaker. Tanner clutches his neck as Pocket pulls him to his feet. A quick kick to the gut and DDT. Pocket goes for a quick cover. One Two [Tanner kicks out, much to the pleasure of his team mates. Triple X looks like he's about to explode, he's anxious to get in. Pocket pulls Tanner up and whips him into the corner, the corner of Pocket's team. Pocket charges into the corner and hits a running avalance. Tanner stumbles out as Pocket tags in Tim Torn. Torn springboards into the ring and catches Tanner's head, hitting him with a big bulldog. Tanner clutches his head as Torn bounces around the ring, pumping his arms. Macklin: "The team of Teh Slaxorz and Tim Torn have been in firm control thus far. [Torn pulls Tanner up and hits him with a big chop, before leaping into the air to hit a big drop kick. Torn looks in great shape as he runs to the ropes, leaping onto the second rope he moonsaults backwards, but catches a mid-section full of knees for his trouble! Torn clutches at his ribs in pain as Tanner uses this moment to slide across the ring on his hands and knees, his hands reaching out, trying to get one of his partners. The big Triple X gets the tag and quickly gets in the ring. Triple X is quickly on the assault, running across the ring to nail but Bob Pocket and PJ Curtis with heavy right hands that knock them off the apron. Torn is back up, but gets a heavy boot to his stomach, is lifted in the air, and dropped with a heavy powerslam, followed by Triple X hitting the ropes, coming back, leaping in the air, and dropping all of his three hundred pound frame down onto the chest of Tim Torn, nearly squashing the light-heavyweight wrestler. Macklin: "My God, Askin! Did you see that!" Askin: "About time my headset got turned back on. Yeah, I saw that. Tim Torn just got turned into a human pancake by Triple X." [Triple X pulls Tim Torn up and lifts up up horizontally, holding him there with a major showcase of power before dropping him with a heavy sidewalk slam. Triple X gets to his feet and sneers at the crowd, X is obviously more of a rough-neck powerhouse than a technical wrestler as he grabs Torn by his hair, and whips him into the ropes. Torn bounces back and X lifts him up, throwing him into the air, and stepping back as Torn crashes rib first into the mat. He clutches his gut as Triple X smirks. Teh Slaxorz are back on the apron, and PJ Curtis, who could be the laziest man on earth, has snuck into the ring. He runs up behind Triple X and hits him with a shoulder tackle to the back of the knee, taking X off his feet. Curtis grabs Torn and drags him to his corner before rolling out, the referee admonishing him as the crowd cheers him on. Torn reaches out to make the tag, but Dylan Abrams has entered the ring illegaly, and gotten the referee's attention. Torn tags Curtis who comes in, going straight for Triple X, but the referee turns around and grabs him around the waist, holding him back as Abrams smiles, X limping out of the ring as Abrams makes the tagging sound, grabbing Tim Torn and hitting a quick pulling piledriver. Macklin: "Come on referee! Damn it!" Askin: "It's strategy, Macklin, everyone has to come to win." [Abrams pulls Torn up and hits him with a hard forearm. He whips Torn into the ropes, and goes for a power clothesline, but Torn manages to duck. He runs towards his corner, managing to tag in Curtis, who enters the ring, and actually looks motivated as he nails Abrams with a hard right hand. Tanner enters, and Curtis drops him. Triple X enters, and well, Curtis kind of moves to his corner, where Bob Pocket springboard clotheslines the bigger wrestler. Torn is back up, feeling the adrenline. Pocket and Torn take Tanner and X out of the ring while Curits grabs Abrams, hits one short arm clothesline, then a second, then a spinning neckbreaker, successfully hitting the SlaxAttack. Cover by Curtis. 1 2 3!!! [The bell rings. Dart: "Your winners, PJ Curtis, Bob Pocket, and Tim Torn!!!! | |
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| Commercial | | "Feeling low?" [ An advertisement begins to play, with Johnny Legend sitting in a Leather chair in the centre of a cosy ‘Lounge’�?Next to the chair is a small side-table with a Phone on it. ] Johnny Legend: "So freakin�?low that you may jump off the nearest bridge?" [ Johnny shrugs with a sympathetic look on his face ] Johnny Legend: "Tired with the constant rejection? Looking for a role model to base your romantic success upon?" [ Johnny makes a ‘pfft�?face ] Johnny Legend: "Well look no FURTHER! Johnny Legend’s here to help YOU! Call this special hotline at just $2 a minute for the best advice on how to be successful in love." [ Johnny picks up the phone and pulls of a cheesy showbiz smile! ] Johnny Legend: "What’s that number? That’s right, it’s 666-4588!... That’s 666-4588!" [ The Number flashes on the screen for a moment…Legend puts the phone down, and leans in, grinning widely ] Johnny Legend: "Fancy dating a chick WITHOUT a dick? Then call NOW for my exclusive advice! Just 5 minutes worth of MY advice and you’ll no longer be the desperately horny and viciously unattractive sack-of-crap that’s sitting in front of the TV right NOW!" [ Johnny sits back ] Johnny Legend: "So folks, don’t delay�?A life actually worth living is just $2-a-minute away!" [ Fade to black ] | |
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| Summer Straus (c) vs. Amber Michaels | | "Lllllladdddies and Gentlemenn!! The Following Contest if scheduled for ONE FALL!! And is for the W2K.. CHAMPIONESSS!!" [ Just then, "Hot in Here" by Nelly plays, Summer Stratus steps out from behind the curtain and stands on top of the entrance ramp with her hands on her hips.
"First, the CHAMPIONN!!!! From Toronto, Canadaaa! Weighing 120 POUNDSSS!!... Summerrrrrr STRATUS!!"
[ Summer walks down the ramp with a smile on her face as she hears the cheers from the crowd. As she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she slides in the ring under the bottom rope. Summer gets to her feet, and walks over to the ropes and points out into the crowd as cameras flash. She does this on the opposite side of the ring as well before her music cuts and she paces the ring waiting on her opponent�?] "Andd the CHALLENGERRR!" [ "Sweet Amber" by Metallica hits the PA System, and through red siren lights and fog, out steps Amber Michaels onto the rampway. ] "From Ripley, Tennessee, U-S-A! Weighing 110 POUNDSSS!! Amberrrrr MICHAELSS!!" [ Amber then heads to the ring�?] Macklin: "So, the W2K Championess is defended tonight. And our Championess�?opponent ain’t no chump, Johnny." Askin: "Well she’s Christians sister, so she will know her stuff." Macklin: "Summer’s a tenacious champion, clinging onto the belt for all its worth�?This’ll be a close bout, Johnny." *DING DING* [ The Referee has handed the belt to the announce outside the ring�?and only a second after the bell, Summer Stratus runs at Amber with a clean clothesline! Summer grabs Amber’s hair straight away and drags her up�?Summer, with a slight weight advantage, pushes Amber back into the nearby turnbuckle.. Then chimes in with a couple of sweet right hands to Ambers chin�?Summer bends Amber down and gets her in a stiff headlock�?Summer twists the grip, trying to tighten it�?Amber’s left fist reaches back, and nails Summer in the lower back�?and again�?then again! Amber grabs under Summer’s legs�?BACK SUPLEX! ] Macklin: "Amber got out of that tight spot well there, and did you HEAR those shots, Johnny?" Askin: "Hells yeah I did, Eddie. Tough stuff." [ Amber climbs back up to her feet, she turns round, finding Summer laid on the back�?ooph! Stiff PUNT to the gut by Amber Michaels, really lashing out there. Amber grabs Summer’s hair this time, and literally drags her across the mat, incurring some "Oooooo"ing from the crowd�?Amber raises Summer’s head up, then SLAMS it onto the mat. Michaels looks round the ring, and spots the turnbuckle, getting a quick idea. She walks over to the corner, and tears at the padding�?The Referee tries to convince her otherwise, but a swift "Fuck Off", and he leaves her alone long enough for her to get the padding off�?Amber turns to the referee, and shrugs, smirking�? Just like NED. URGH! ] Askin: "Dayum! I just thought that she’d totally have a bit of ‘NED�?in her as well, wrestling style wise." Macklin: "I’m sure she’s got something else of NEDs ‘in her�?too�? [ Amber grabs Summer’s head, as the Championess was half up�?Amber goes to slam her face into the exposed ring bolt, but Summer puts her hands on the top rope, putting on the brakes. Smack! An elbow flies back into Amber’s gut�?Another flashes back into her gut again! Summer grabs the momentarily hurt Amber, and SLAMS HER FACE ONTO THE RING BOLT! Amber flies back, thankfully not busted open, but certainly dazed after that big hit�?Amber staggers back, and Summer moves QUICKLY toward her�?. SPEARR!!! ] Macklin: "THROUGH THE ROPES!!" Askin: "Holy Crap! Right to the outside!" Fans: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" [ Amber’s writhing in agony, rolling slowly back and forth on her side�?Her hand placed just behind her neck, where she landed on the floor. Summer Stratus rises to her knees, breathing hard, damn sure pleased herself by the look on her face. Summer rises up to her feet, she turns to the crowd, raising her arms up into the air, and getting a mixed reaction as many people favour Amber because of her CM/NED connections�?Summer smirks, she turns to Amber who’s also getting up slowly�?Summer grabs her head and pulls her up- oh! Amber grabs Summer roughly and puts her in a ‘Rock Bottom�?position�? Before nailing "Sweet Kiss Goodbye!" ] Macklin: "Oooph! See her head snap back Johnny!??!" [ Summer collapses back against her apron, after her chin just got dropped onto Amber’s shoulder. Amber falls to a knee, her back still giving her jip of course. Amber slowly gets back up, and she grabs Summer’s head, turning her round and rolling her back into the ring…Michaels climbs in slowly after her, she rolls Summer over and over until they’re in the centre of the ring. Amber hooks the leg! ONE!... TWO!- Shoulder up! Amber sits up on her knees, and looks quizzically at the referee for just one moment, before turning attentions back to the Championess. Amber lifts Summer to her knees�?and slams a right hand into that chin! Then another hit! And another! Amber grabs Summer’s arm and pulls her in, then turns Summer, locking in a smooth Hammerlock�?Amber twists round the arm, increasing the pain�?Amber stomps on the back of Summer’s knee, knocking her down fully to her knees�?Amber suddenly releases the hammerlock�?and nails a quick BASEMENT DROPKICK to Summer’s spine! ] Askin: "She’s damn quick, Eddie!" [ Amber clambers over toward Summers and grabs her head�?Amber locks in a Sleeper Hold on Summer, lifting Summer up to her feet and keeping the Hold in. Amber thrusts Summer one away, then the other, like you would a Bearhug. Summer’s arms droop, and maybe Amber could claim a submission victory here- NO! Summer flashes back a desperation elbow smash into Amber’s face! Michaels staggers back, releasing the hold�?Summer shakes her head, rubbing her forehead�?Summer turns round and walks into ANOTHER Hammerlock by Amber Michaels�?No, Summer Stratus turns out of the Hammerlock. Then Amber pulls her into a quick knee to the gut�?Short-arm Irish Whip to the ropes.. Summer leaps at the last second�?Springboard!... CROSS-BODY ON AMBER MICHAELS! ] Macklin: "Out of nowhere!" Askin: "COVER HER!" [ Summer stays on top with Amber struggling to break free, Summer pulls over a leg for a pin! ONE!... TWO!... Violent kick out by Amber! Right at the last mili-second! Summer gets up to her feet, and grabs Amber’s hair roughly, dragging her up aswell�?Summer grabs Amber in a headlock.. Vertical Suplex! Summer cleverly swings those hips, raising herself and Amber back to a standing position. She goes for another suplex, but Amber cleverly hooks her foot round Summers ankle to stop her�?Knee driven up to the gut! Short-arm irish whip to Summer Stratus! The Championess bounces off the ropes, and right into a Firemans Carry by Amber Michaels! Summer though, rolls right back up to her feet�?Amber runs toward her, and gets turned by Summer! The W2K Championess grabs Amber from behind, and smiles for half a second, before nailing the Downward Spiral! ] Macklin: "This could be allll she wroteeee right here!" [ Summer turns Amber over quickly and hooks over both legs tightly! ONE! TWO! Kick Out!! Summer seems completely stunned! She punches the mat in frustration�?Summer grabs Amber’s head off the mat roughly. She screams at Amber borderline-psychotically, and then throws Amber Michaels right over the top rope in pure frustration�?Amber hits the ground on the outside, just by the rampway�?Amber breathes hard, she looks up to the fans�?Then back at the ring, and starts to climb up�?Summer runs back to the ropes, then bursts forward�?She LEAPS un-assisted over the TOP ROPE FOR A ‘CROSS-BODY�?TYPE MOVE…�?. AMBER’S CATCHES HER IN A POWERSLAM!!! Summer lands on the end of the rampway! ] Askin: "How QUICK did that go down! Momentum just freakin�?turned upside down in like.. a second!!" Macklin: "Its that damn easy, Johnny! Amber could go on and secure this victory now!" [ Amber is on her hands and knees, breathing heavily. She begins to crawl round to another side of the ring, clearly looking for something�?Amber, out of Summers sight�?Reaches under the ring apron.. and smirks. Before pulling out the Crown of Thorns�?Amber touches one of the thorns gently, smiling widely�?She slowly gets up to her feet, and the referee is heavily distracted by Summer’s condition�?. However Summer Stratus is getting up�?She tumbles forward, toward the ring, and reaches under it hastily�?Pulling out the first thing she finds.. !! ] Macklin: "Barbed wire 2 by 4? You freakin�?kidding me, Johnny?" Askin: "I knew if I put it there it’d be used!" [ The referee turns round to Amber, and points to the weapon in her hands�?Amber ignores him, staring at Summer who’s on the other side of the referee�?Summer raises up the 2-by-4 slightly�?And the two women charge toward each other�?The referee was so brave, trying to stop this ‘madness’�?But gets NAILED BY BOTH WEAPONS! The announcer has no choice! ] *DING DING* [ Amber climbs up to her feet, quicker than Summer has done�? ] "Ladies and Gentlemen! This Match has finished in a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATIONNN!! So.. STILL your W2K Championess! Summer Stratuss!" [ Amber suddenly SLAMS The Crown of Thorns down on the top of Summers head, screaming "FUCKING WEAR IT!" �?The Crowd ROARS�?and blood emerges on Summer’s forehead�?Stratus, in desperation, thrust the barbed wire 2-by-4 into Amber’s gut!... Then gives her a second shot! A cut must’ve graced Amber’s stomach by now�? Summer drops the 2-by-4, and rips off the Crown of Thorns, suddenly realizing it’s gonna kill her hand as well�?Summer jumps up, clutching her hand�?Amber nails her in the face with an elbow smash! Summer fights back with a stiff right! Amber grabs Summer’s hair, and Summer does the exact same thing back�?They thrust eachother from one side to the other, then manage to throw each other over the top rope! ] Macklin: "It’s getting out of hand, Johnny! Where’s the help?" Askin: "Where’s the love, Eddie? Where’s the love, damnit." Macklin: "�? [ And so a bunch of Road Agents and a couple more referee’s race down the rampway, quickly splitting apart these two women as they tear at each other�?Summer retains, but this isn’t over�?Fade. ] | |
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| Backstage Flash! | | Lombardi: "Johnny. Johnny!. Mr. Legend! May I have a word with you?"
[The scene opens to Lombardi running down the hall following Johnny who is walking slowly, looking from side to side with wide eyes, clenching his title in both arms over his chest like a child with a teddy bear in the middle of the night.
Lombardi: "Johnny. Ace has taken out Justice and your oppenent and it seems like he would be gunning for you next. What are your feelings?"
[Johnny looks at him.
Legend: "What are you talking about. I have no feelings. Hart is nothing."
[Lombardi raises his eyebrows.
Lombardi: "Then why do you look scared straight?"
Legend: "Excuse me? Johnny Legend doesn't fear any one ok. Johnny Legend is the greatest athlete this sport has ever seen, why would I fear some old guy like Ace Hart. Just because he got one up on that theif Justice and that bald headed moron Tsunami doesn't mean he has anything on me. Got it? Now, I'm busy, go away."
[Legend walks away, round the corner. His eye's go wide as his chest it up against Harts. Legend looks up at him.
Ace Hart: "YOUR NEXT!"
[Legend jumps and turns, taking a sprint in the other direction, he however, forgot he rounded a corner to begin with an goes full tilt into the wall. He collides nastily and sprawls back to the ground. Hart looks down at him and laughs.
Ace Hart: "God, what a stupid line. But he fell for it anyways."
[He walks off and the scene fades. | |
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| Impact Title vs. XW Title Unification Match | | Macklin: "Well, in my program paper, Johnny, it says that this is the time allotted for the Xtreme Wrestling and Impact Championships to be solidified yet again." Askin: "One's gotta wonder why they keep bringing them back. Might as well just get rid of'em for good, if you ask me." ["Cochise" comes on, as the Impact Champion, sans the Championship belt, comes down to the ring. He comes in, and looks up at the Cell looming above, and has been all night... But, he paces around the ring and gets ready. Macklin: "You've also got to wonder what condition James Tsunami, in the ring now, and Johnny Legend will be able to compete in the early and late stages of this match, after all, both were mauled, along with Kenny Justice, by Ace Hart. Those spears, I'm sure, didn't tickle in the least, and may leave lasting wounds this evening." Askin: "I think the uestion on most peoples' minds are: How will the belts be decided? We have no idea, although we doubt it'll be a Hell in the Cell, considering that's the advertised match for the 2006 God of Wrestling, later tonight, Eddie. And, you have to wonder, what role will Kenny Justice play, as promised by Trunks Kenni in the incident this past week?" [James Tsunami waits in the ring for Johnny Legend, but it seems stalled off for a second. Macklin: "Indeed, Justice took a huge gamble by stealing those belts, and it paid off, but we're not sure how." ["Burn It Down" by Avenged Sevenfold hits, and the Big J-L himself walks out, freashly attacked by Ace Hart, holding his ribs, but waiving to the two fans he actually has. He winces, but heads to the ring, and steps in.... the fans are ready and waiting for this one, and as he does.... "Welcome to the Jungle" hits. Macklin: "Trunks' music, the MidBooker himself is on his way out, it's time for some answers!" Askin: "Man, I gotta pee." [Trunks stamps out, with both belts on his shoulders, grinning and enjoying the moment, feeling like a Champion. He walks up the steps, and into the ring, and takes a mic handed to him by ringside personell. Trunks: "Well, well, well. You know, this would be more dramatic if Kenny Justice hadn't tried to play booker and make the stups himself, because I had an idea, a simple idea, that would showcase the two of you, and that idea is still happening, but you can thank Justice himself if it seems somewhat... artificial.... now. Sometimes I wish wrestlers would just wrestle and not try to do my job, but meh. Lower the ring, boys." [Then, a chord form the rafters lowers, and a spotlight shines down on the center of the ring. From the entrance, two ringcrews carry out two ladders, one under each arms, front and back, and head toward sthe ring, setting them up. Trunks: "Wrestling is all about being paramount. How else do you reach that paramount, other than climbing? So thus," [He says, as he clasps the Impact title to the ring, and then, the XW Title. Trunks: "... your mission, should you choose to accept, will be to ascend this ladder and grab both belts. Simple, ain't it? not as dramatic as a TLC match that Kenny Justice decided to book, but sometimes, it's the little things in the world that count the most." ["Deadly Game" plays, as Trunks rolls his eyes, and out comes Kenny Justice. He's sneering some, headed straight for the ring. Trunks motions up, and the belts raise. Justice: "I WANT MY SPOT! My spot in the match, Trunks, i want it now!" [Trunks rolls his eyes. Trunks: "Fine... make it a triple threat. Yippee." [Trunks bails out of the ring, as the bell sounds and instantly, James and Legend come to life, and start splashing each other with fisticuff blows, back and forth, blocking and punching, until KJ hits the ring, sliding under the bottom... they turn and hit him as he comes up with a double clothesline, and then, spin around as he comes up and double kick him in the gut, and then hit a double suplex as KJ is flattened.... JL turns to James, and rakes his eyes- James holds his head, and then JL sends him up and over the top rope, tumbling him out of the ring, and runs at KJ, hitting a baseball slide that clips KJ's head and spins him out of the ring himself. Macklin: "Listen to those DUB TWO KAY chants, Johnny!" Askin: "Everyone loves a good, old fashioned triple threat ladder match for two titles at once." [James picks himself up, and JL comes up and over in a suicide plancha, nailing James an dboth hitting the guardrail... they crash and burn, and KJ, shaking off the headache, grabs one of the two ladders, the one on his side of the ring, and slides it under the bottom rope. Askin: "And already, Justice is going for the kill." [He sets it up as fast as he can, and starts climbing, reaching up but JL and James, getting up, see this and grab the second ladder, and then send it crashing into the first's base, sending it screaming down, KJ along with it as he crashes neck and chest first into the top rope and flings back into the middle of the ring... He pushes up, dazed, and JL grabs the second ladder again, pulling it out and leaning it on the top rope. He runs up it, over the top and crashes both knees into KJ's upper body, sending him into a heap... JL stands up, grinning, and turns right into James, who also runs up the ladder and launches a cross body, nailing JL and they roll... all thee are down, but James races up, and grabs the first ladder, and sets it upright. He goes up one rung, and two, but KJ goes ballistic, racing up and to the other side, matching James rung for rung, and they meet at the top... they trade blows, until JL goes to push the ladder, but both KJ and James shove their boots to his face, knocking him back into the ropes... he comes off them and hits a ducking drop kick to the ladder, sending them flailing off and crashing into the canvas. Askin: "I love these matches..." [JL takes the ladder, using it as a battering ram on KJ's stomach, knocking him back into the corner. As james gets up, JL puts his head through one set of rungs, and KJ's in the opposite end, linking them like a human scaffold. JL climbs to the top, and takes flight, but James and KJ both take the ladder off, twisting it up on end and letting JL rock his own balls in a sick rocket ride on the ladder, holding it up with their shoulders!! Macklin: "And MORE DUB TWO KAY chants, as Johnny Legend has lost hopes of ever, ever having children." Askin: "EVER!" [JL is on his knees, cupping his balls, as KJ sends a kick to his head, swaying him He and James put his head theough the middle of the ladder, and then both come down on either side like a hardcore teeter totter!!! JL convulses in pain, and KJ rips the ladder up, holds it and tosses it to James, and then dropkicks... James flies back, and KJ grabs the other ladder, still hanging on the top rope, and sets it up... heading up.... Macklin: "There may be no one left to stop him now!" [KJ is near the top, but his tights are grabbed by James, who yanks him down and flops him on the canvas... KJ drop toes James, and then races back up to the ladder, James races up too, and follows him, right behind him and grabbing, trying for a german suplex near the top... JL climbs up the other side, feeling satisfied with himself, and reaching up as they go down, and James hits his suplex... the ring shakes form the impact... and JL realizes he's losing his balance... and crashes into a turnbuckle!!! Macklin: "All three are wrecked! The only one close to moving is James Tsunami..." [JL is leaning in a corner, as James pushes up. KJ is next, seeing JL, and runs at him, hitting the "Rasin; It Up", bouncing back and letting JL crash into the mat. He turns, And James scoops him up for the "Storm of the century"... hitting it, and KJ is down and out... James sits up, looking at KJ, and then JL, and realizes, HES THE ONLY ONE AWAKE! Macklin: "CLIMB, James, CLIMB!" [James sets up the ladder, and goes up, and as he reaches up, the ref on the outside of the ring goes to ring the bell- getting ready, each hand grabs another belt, and as he almost unclasps them, JL shakes the ladder, getting his attention. James looks down, and when he does, He kicks at JL, who's trying to hold his other foot... JL twists it, like a high altitude, vertical ankle lock.... James winces, holding the top of the ladder to stay on, but he swings off and crashes HARD into JL.... they both crumple and head outside the ring, in a roll, as KJ sits up, and realizes what James did earlier!! Askin: "Oh, god. I think Justice has this won...." [KJ sees the ladder, already set up and beckoning to him... he grabs it, and climbs up. And again. And again up a rung.... He grabs them- both of them, in his hand, and he closes his eyes as he brings them off the ring they were clasped to.... and holds up the belts at the top of the ladder... Macklin: "THE BELL? Where is the bell?" [The Ref is looking as if something's in his eyes, he's turned away, and has yet to call the bell... Askin: "Something is up..." [KJ realizes the match hasn't ended... he looks around, waiting for the ref, and he sees him, looking away and goes furious.... he hops down, with both belts, and slides out of the ring to get the ref to notice he's won, but everything me gets close, the ref spins... Ref: "MY EYES, AH MY EYES!" [Outside the ring now, opposite of JL and Tsunami, KJ has the belts, and decides to walk off with them. He heads towards the entrance, when a man blasts out from the back... Askin: "ACE HART! ACE HART!" [Ace storms down and nails KJ just as he turns back away from the ring, spearing him a good six feet from his original position, both belts flying... Ace looks down at KJ, and laughs, he walks over, and grabs the belts, and head sinto the ring, holding them high.... the crowd boos, but some cheer, as the ref comes out of it... and rolls into the ring. Macklin: "You know, I never really take notice of refs.... but now that I can see him better... John, who does that remind you of?" Askin: "HAHAHA... i can't believe it....." TOGETHER: "SCOTT BLAZE!" [Scott Blaze was the ref the entire time, as Ace poses... and laughs, Scott Blaze is standing next to him. Ace looks at the three men laying on all sides of the ring, and spits. He drops the belts, because he's not a common thief, and he and Blaze have made their presence known.... as they leave, another ref comes out from the back, and goes into the ring, scratching his head, as JL and James both crawl into the ring. Both see gold, and both head for it... JL lunges, and grabs the XW Title, and James rolls into the Impact, and grabs it... they hold i tup as the ew ref calls for the bell.... Keven Dart: "Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner and STILL Impact Champion... James Tsunami.... your winner and STILL XW Champion.... Johnny Legend!! Macklin: "It's safe to say that Kenny now knows what it feels like to be ROBBED..." Askin: "Man, Ace didn't even use lube when he screwed Justice that time! Macklin: "Indeed!!" [The lights in the arena dim as a lightning bolt hits across the tron causing loud explosion pryo's to go off on stage. "Angels Holocaust" by Iced Earth hits over the PA system and out comes Michael Angelucci. Mike lifts his arms up at the top of the stage as he looks down in the ring at Tsunami and Johnny Legend... while clapping. Macklin: What's this? The newcomer Michael Angelucci clapping? [He then stops clapping and brings his hands down to his waist, making the infamous title signal. Askin: Looks like he's letting him know he'll be coming after him! [The champ shrugs and continues celebrate as Mike laughs before heading to the back, shaking his head at Kenny Justice.... | |
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| WallStreet vs. Wallstreet! | | Dart, "The following contest is scheduled for ONEFALL and will be contested under Hardcore Rules!" Suddenly we hear the punching of a few buttons on a phone�?/FONT> Kid - Yeah. Man - Yeah? Kid - I Wanta Be a Rockstar when I grow up. Man half laughs - A Rockstar huh? Kid - Hell yeah. Just Like You. (Drums) YEEE-AH…Yea-ea-ea-eah�?/STRONG> The crowd is going biserk as Superstar II By Saliva is blasting over the PA. The crowd flips out as the curtain goes flying to the side and WallStreet jumps out on the stage and paces the stage from right to left as he soaks up the reaction. Askin, "THERE HE IS! THE MECCA OF MAINSTREAM, THE HIGHARCHY OF FAME And the man who tonight represents DUBBYA TWO KAY Verses former BUD Gimmick Wrestler Felix McAllister!"
Macklin, "The Terrorist verses the professionaly Terrible..."
Askin, "Damn It Eddie, Will you stop that!?"
Macklin, "Probably not." Regardless of how Macklin feels, The fans are making the walls quiver as WallStreet stands atop of the ramp and scans the crowd with his eyes... His face rather serious. Finally he swings his arm around and throws it up while stomping his right foot down hard Which sets off 3 sets of Green streamers into the air. The crowd goes absolutly ballistic as he begins his Power Strut down the ramp. Kevin Dart, "ON His Way To The Ring From Hartford Conneticut... He weighs in this evening at 273 Pounds... He is the Mecca of Mainstream... The WALLSTREET Braaawler... TAYLOR_MccccCAAAAAAAAAALISTERRRR!!!" Askin, "The absolute best in the business today, bar none, and as you saw earlier, he's out for blood tonight."
Macklin, "He's out for blood every night Johnny, he's a damn terrorist... He's just choosing to admit it tonight."
Askin, "I Know damn well in my heart of hearts that Taylor McCallister is no terrorist. The man's a patriot and while he may be no saint, he damn sure ain't no terrorist. I believe full heartedly that Taylor McCallister would slap the taste outta Osama Bin Laden's mouth on sight if given that oppertunity. The man has donated millions in charity for the victims of Nine-Eleven, he's a phenominal human being, point blank."
Macklin, "He's a phenominal cover artist. Ask Hamid Ismali."
Askin, "Hamid Ismali is a self-professed terrorist, how the Hell can ya take his word over WallStreet's?"
Macklin, "Ever heard the term "It takes one to know one"? And besides, Hamid's word is gold so long as his name's on the bottom of my pay check." As WallStreet gets to the bottom of the ramp and rounds the fan guard rails he slaps a few hands and then stands at the bottom of the stairs, staring up into the ring. Macklin, "Johnny Askin, I ask you, is there any man better than the man that stands before us..."
Askin, "Hamid Ismali."
Macklin, "I beg to differ..."
Askin, "Beg all ya want, it doesn't make you right..."
Macklin, "Wait a second.... Did we just completly flop views?"
Askin, "Shhhh... Maybe nobody noticed." WallStreet runs up the stairs and quickly enters the ring between the second and third ropes. He walks over to the far corner and steps up onto the second rope throwing his arm up to draw a huge pop... The crowd is going loopy as WallStreet finally hops down off the turnbuckle. The Referee begins talking to Street in the ring as we hear a voice similar to that of Warner Brother's Marvin The Marshion over the PA... "Bling Bling Bitches" With that Superstar (not to be confused with Superstar II) By Saliva blasts over the PA as word by word the following comes on the W2K Jumbo Tron... | Felix "Wall$treet" McAllister | The crowd is erupting with Boos as WallStreet is pacing Center ring ready to go... Suddenly the backdrop of someone's back yard comes down over the opening of the stage and out from behind it and in front of it steps... Askin, "What the Hell..."
Macklin, "Erm... Wow..." In the Ring WallStreet's face basically says "What the Fuck"... Dart, "And his opponent.... Making his way from Hartford Connecticut, he weighs in at 97 Pounds.... The "WallRoad Fighter.... FLEX MAC-ALLISTER!" Macklin, "Hold up... Is this a Mock character of a Mock Character?!"
Askin, "Erm... I'm a tad confused but I guess so..."
Macklin, "So this is kinda like Goldberg confronting his impersonator in Gilberg and in turn getting a Gilberg personator?"
Askin, "Erm... I guess." With that Green pyro rocket down from the rafters and to the top of the ramp making a triumphant booming noise ... Unfortuantly a few sparks catch Flex's tights on fire so remembering his elementary school training, he instantly Stops, Drops, and rolls down the ramp to extinguish the fire. Macklin, "Wow..." Flex gets up at ringside a bit dizzy before he hops right up onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He throws his hands up as the crowd remains silent. he takes his shades off and tosses them into the audience as he walks to his respected corner and prepares.. TO BATTLE! The lights readjust as WallStreet shakes his head and grabs a microphone. WallStreet (looking at the ref), "Are you serious? Where the fluck is Flex McAllister and who the Hell is this piss-ant?" The referee is shaking his head and implicating he doesn't know when suddenly in a very high pitch voice (kinda picture the Jeff Hardy promo at the end of the Undisputed title ladder match verses the Undertaker a few years ago on Raw) says, "HEY! WALLSTREET! Don'tchu underplay me dang it! I'm the WallRoad Fighter! Trained in sixteen forms of Ninja Turtle style kung fu! And, Kinda like Felix Theodore Newman and JT Kash, I'm BUD Approved bitch! I'm repin Felix cause like, he couldn't make it cause his career kinda died as fast as it started... But I'm gonna kick your BUTT!" WallStreet looks Teddy Longfeather and says, "Is this kid serious? Get him out of here before he gets hurt and find me a real opponent. If Felix really isn't here then you go through that lockeroom and you find me an opponent. I promised the people my Double-You Two Kay in ring debut and by damn it they're gonna get it If I have to...." Suddenly we see a steal chair come crashing across the back of WallStreet with limited, if any, force. WallStreet looks at Flex who is holding the steal chair in hand... Macklin, "That may have been a mistake..." WallStreet brings the mic back up and says, "Put down the chair and save yourself kid. Just get out of the ring and go back to playing with action figure, you're not ready for this." With that WallStreet turns his back to Flex and begins talking to Teddy Longfeather without the mic.... Crack. Again the chair is brought across Street's back, this time with a touch more force. WallStreet turns around, "This is your last warning kid, get out of here... I will hurt you. I don't want to, but I will. I promised the world someone was tapping to the Dollar Sign... Don't volunter yourself." WallStreet goes to turn again but this time swinging with all his strength (which still isn't much) Flex Mac-Allister leaps up and crakcs WallStreet over the head with the chair. WallStreet nods, "Alright..." WallStreet drops the mic and says something to the referee.... Upon that Teddy Longfeather calls for the bell. Askin, "Oh My God... This is actually gonna be a match..." Flex runs toward Street with the chair but WallStreet side steps, puts his arm out catching Flex by the shoulder, hoists him up, and then BAM! Stock Market Crash (Rock Bottom). Macklin, "STOCK MARKET CRASH ON THE PRE-PUBECENT VERSION OF WALLSTREET!" The crowd erupts as they chant : FUCK HIM UP WALLSTREET, FUCK HIM UP!, FUCK HIM UP WALLSTREET, FUCK HIM UP!, FUCK HIM UP WALLSTREET, FUCK HIM UP!, FUCK HIM UP WALLSTREET, FUCK HIM UP!, FUCK HIM UP WALLSTREET, FUCK HIM UP!... Macklin, "The W2K Fans are rabid!" WallStreet brings his hands up and locks his fingers.... Askin, "Uh-oh... The last time I saw that was..." WallStreet reaches down, grabs Flex's legs and turns him over... Macklin, "DOLLAR SIGN! WALLSTREET'S LOCKED ON THE DOLLAR SIGN!" Crowd: TAP_BITCH_TAP, TAP_BITCH_TAP,TAP_BITCH_TAP,TAP_BITCH_TAP,TAP_BITCH_TAP... It doesn't take long for the W2K fans to get their wish as Flex begins tapping like one of the men from Amber Michaels' old movies. Teddy Longfeather instantly jumps up and calls for the bell as "Superstar II" By Saliva blasts over the PA but WallStreet maintains the Dollar Sign regardless. Macklin, "WallStreet trying to send that message but I'm not sure this is the kid to do it through...."
Askin, "He's a terrorist, he doesn't care if he's beating up a kid or not."
Macklin, "HE'S NOT A DAMNED TERRORIST!" Finally WallStreet releases the hold as he hops over Flex's body and grabs a mic, cuing the music to cut. WallStreet, "Awe Hell No. I damn sure didn't come to W2K Cyberslam to see all of my fans get screwed out of their money. Hamid Ismali, I know you're anxious to get to the main event tonight, so if you really want this show to progresss then I sugest this... You go through the lockeroom and you find me somebody, anybody... I don't care if you have to put on a pair of boots yourself, or if you grab Kutter Flash's over grown ass and give him a non-title match against me... Grab Ace Hart, grab Bobby Johnson, You grab anybody you want... But I'm not leaving this ring til I get a legitimate competitor who can contest me for more than two minutes." With that Hamid steps onto the ramp with a microphone in hand. | |
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| WallStreet vs. Wallstreet
Part 2 | | Hamid, "You want to fight all night?! We can do that... I've got a whole line of guys back there who wanta kick your anti-american ass to Hell and back!" With that Hamid steps the side and points to the back as "Sympathy For The Devil" by the Rolling Stones blasts over the PA making the crowd erupt with boos. Macklin, "You don't think.... He... He's supposed to be dead...." Suddenly the curtain moves and from behind it comes Independent wrestler Snake Lucifer. Macklin, "Oh... Yeah, I forgot about this guy. You think he can contest WallStreet for more than two minutes though?"
Askin, "Your guess is as good as mine." Snake runs down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops up as Longfeather looks at Street who nods, giving Longfeather permission to call for the bell. Lucifer runs at WallStreet looking for a clothesline as WallStreet ducks under. Snake turns around and bam, Kick to the gut. WallStreet tosses him up on his shoulders, swings him around and drives it home with The Great Depression (F5 Into a Reverse DDT). WallStreet covers Lucifer as Longfeather counts .............1...............2..............3. WallStreet gets up and watches Lucifer start to roll out of the ring as "Psycho" by System of a down blasts over the PA and we see Hamid waving someone else from the back. Super DUPER Crazy darts out from behind the curtain and slides into the ring to a moderate ovation. The bell sounds again as Crazy runs toward Street only to take a side hook kick to the jaw. Crazy hits the mat hard holding his jaw as he slowly rolls over and gets to his feet, somewhat dazed and confused... He staggers backwards, turns, and BAM! Nasdaq Plummit (Pedigree). WallStreet covers SDC as Longfeather counts ..............1.................2...................3! Askin, "And another one bites the dust." Hamid's starting to look agitated on the stage as he waves from the back again and we hear a Train's horn go off before "Night Train" by Guns and Roses blasts over the PA and the B Train steps from behind the curtain. Hamid can be seen pointing to WallStreet furiously and yelling "GO! GO! GET HIM DAMN IT! CRIPPLE HIM!" B Train nods with a sinister smirk on his face as he walks down the ramp. Macklin, "B Train, the un-official, un-recognized, bastard brother of former WWE Superstar A - Train is now being sent to try and put WallStreet out. Now remember, WallStreet said he wasn't leaving til somebody lasted longer than two minutes with him... Thus far he hasn't had an opponent last one minute."
Askin, "Yeah but B-Train's a big boy, he may very well be the exception." B train climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes as the crowd continues the same "WALLSTREET" Chant they've had going since Hamid started sending performers down to the ring. Longfeather calls for the bell again as B - Train darts forward and raises his leg looking for a Test like big boot, but Street ducks and darts under the leg. B Train turns around and WallStreet hooks him for the Stock market crash... B Train sinks a hard elbow into the side of the head of WallStreet though, making WallStreet stumble back. B Train then delivers a stiff kick into the gut of WallStreet making him double over in pain. Askin, "This is the first bit of offense an opponent of WallStreet has seen all night." B Train grabs WallStreet in the gutwrench and hoists him up, possibly looking for a Gutwrench Powerbomb but WallStreet somehow breaks B Train's grin and slides down his hairy back. B - Train turns back around and WallStreet instantly scoops him up and then slams him down with a hard spinebuster. The crowd pops as WallStreet grabs the leg, whips around, and drops down in a stiff Figure Four Leg lock ala Ric Flair. Macklin, "We're nearly a minute into this contest and WallStreet has the Figure four locked in and locked in hard.... If B Train can last one minute though this may be the last bout we see for WallStreet tonight..." Unfortuantly for Hamid Ismali, that isn't the case as B Train begins taping out. WallStreet releases the figure four and rolls to his feet as "Ironman" By Ozzy Osbourn starts over the PA. Hamid has a smirk on his face as we suddenly go into the guitar cords which provokes the curtain to move and the Six Foot-Five, 385 Pound Jack "The Ripper" Manson to appear. Macklin, "Oh Boy..." Jack slams his gigantic fist into his equaly huge palm as he starts walking down the ramp to "Ironman". WallStreet actually takes a couple of steps back before getting into a shoot wrestling stance. Macklin, "To McCallister's credit, he's not backing down... But I think it's a safe bet that he won't have Jack Manson beat in two minutes."
Askin, "I'd bet my car note on it." Jack doesn't even use stairs as he climbs up onto the apron and actually pushes the top rope all the way down so it touches the second rope as he climbs over the top. Macklin, "My God... Do you know how hard it is to push those ropes down?! He just shoved it down as if it was a... a... A peice of straw or something. That's tightly strung cable..." WallStreet shurgs as he darts forward and the music fades into the sound of the bell ringing. WallStreet delivers a hard right hand, followed by a second, a third, a forth... THWACK! Manson hits a Kahli like chop across the top of the skull dropping WallStreet hard as we switch cameras to see Hamid getting a cheesy grin on his face and can practicaly invision him jumping up and saying "YAY!". Manson bends down and grabs Street by the head, pulling him up to his feet before he takes WallStreet by the armpits and literaly, physically throws WallStreet across the ring into the corner. Macklin, "BAH GAWD! What strength!"
Askin, "WallStreet's nearly 300 pounds and this man just threw him like a fifty pound sack of potatoes!" Ripper, who's now in the opposite corner of Street, runs forward and jumps up only slightly delivering a hard body splash in the corner, compressing WallStreet's chest and spine. Jack Manson steps back a few steps as WallStreet staggers out and drops hard on his face before rolling to his back. Manson smirks as he strokes his goatee only breifly before stepping over WallStreet and climbing to the second rope... Macklin, "Oh my... He may actually finish WallStreet before the two minute time frame." Jack bounces up and down on the second rope before extending his body looking for his trademarked "Finished Business" (Vader bomb) but WallStreet quickly rolls toward the turnbuckles as Jack JUUUUUUST misses making a Corporate Pancake and does a belly flop in the ring making the fans erupt. WallStreet pulls himself up one rope at a time holding his ribs... Macklin, "There ya see WallStreet holding those ribs... Kutter Flash nailed a massive gore on WallStreet earlier this week at a house show and the trainer predicted he may have fractured a couple of ribs. We never did hear the official anaylasis after the X Rays occured but we can venture to guess that whatever damage Kutter caused... Jack Manson couldn't have helped it when he nailed that huge body splash in the corner." WallStreet leans back in the corner as a ticker in the higher right corner of the screen starts up at 0.30. Macklin, "WallStreet has 30 seconds til that two minute time frame is matched and it doesn't look like WallStreet's gonna be able to get this done in that time." Manson finishes getting up and turns around as WallStreet darts out of the corner.... Manson quickly bends down and hoists WallStreet up for a Samoan Drop... The Ripper drops back but WallStreet latches on to Jack's arms with his arms and legs and rolls through, pinning Manson's shoulders to the mat with a Crucifix pin as Longfeather drops down .................1....................2......................... Not quite three as Manson powers out. Askin, "20 Seconds remaining..." WallStreet and Manson both get up. Jack Manson goes for a big bear hug but WallStreet ducks the grasp of The Ripper and swings behind Manson, applying a rear waste lock. WallStreet tries to German Suplex Manson but Manson isn't moving... Macklin, "Eleven... Ten..." Suddenly WallStreet releases, delivers a kick to the nuts from behind making Jack bend slightly, reapplied the rear waste lock, runs forward slamming Manson chest first into the turnbuckles, then drops down and rolls Manson up with a school boy, grabing a fist full of Manson's tights and putting his feet across the top rope for added leverage as Longfeather counts .......................1.......................2...................3! Macklin, "ONE SECOND! ONE SECOND! THERE WAS ONE SECOND LEFT ON THE CLOCK!"
Askin, "WallStreet CHEATED!"
Macklin, "HARDCORE RULES! REMEMBER?! It's a Standard W2K Match with no rules and no DQs!" Hamid finally raises the mic to his lips as he says, "Alright WallStreet... Enough games. I've got a guy back here who's longed for your blood on his hands nearly as long as I have... You want a match, I'll give you a match." With that "Fever for the Flavor" By Hot Action cop blasts over the PA as the crowd delivers a mixed reaction and Jonathan Andrew Reed comes from behind the curtain. Macklin, "Jonathan Andrew Reed Apparently hoping to rectify his loss to Damien Collins..."
Askin, "Not to mention his failure to reaquire Johnny Fame's shades when WallStreet first came to Wrestling 2000." Suddenly in the ring we see WallStreet go flying down to his knees of an apparent forearm from behind. The crowd boos as we see Johnny Fame in his long mink coat, laying the boots to the back of WallStreet. Hamid, "YES! START THE MATCH LONGFEATHER!" Longfeather calls for the bell as Fame continues laying the boots to WallStreet while taking off his coat at the same time. Macklin, "So apparently this match is gonna be... It's gonna be Johnny Fame going one on one with WallStreet?"
Askin, "That's what it looks like." Fame grabs WallStreet by the back of the neck and guides him up to his feet as the crowd is booing hard. Fame grabs Street by the wrist and ships him sailing across the ring. WallStreet bounces off the ropes and comes back as Fame ducks down in search of a back body drop. McCallister reads the telegraph however, and delivers a stinging kick across the higher chest of Johnny Fame before delivering an inverted Swinging neck breaker. The crowd pops as both performers get to their feet. Fame goes for a right hand on the Corporate Icon but the Mecca of Mainstream ducks the shot making Fame spin in a full circle. WallStreet delivers an open handed right hand followed by a second, then a third, a forth, but as he cocks back for the fifth Fame stomps on Street's toes, delivers a hard kick between WallStreet legs, and then a spins and drops to a knee executing a spinning back hand blow to the already injured ribs of WallStreet, making the Corporate Icon drop to his knees in pain. | |
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| WallStreet vs. Wallstreet
Part 3 | | Macklin, "Holy Crap, Fame actually executed a break down and take down of... WallStreet?!"
Askin, "As much as I like Fame I'm not sure I can believe it either..." Fame gets a cheesy grin as he says, "Hell yeah! I so rock!" Fame gets down by WallStreet's face and starts talking trash as he slaps the side of WallStreet's face a few times. Macklin, "How disrespectful!"
Askin, "Kinda like stealing somebody's ultra cool sunglasses?" Fame pulls WallStreet up and hooks him with a Vertical Suplex grapple.... He then hoists the Corporate Icon into the air, and falls back with a text book Vertical Suplex to WallStreet. The crowd is booing as Fame floats over with a nonschalont cover. Longfeather drops down and counts ...................1....................2... Kick out at two by the Mecca of Mainstream. Fame gets up and gets into Longfeather's face breifly disputing the count before he comes back down and bends down over Street to pick him up.... Only to get a small package roll up. Longfeather drops down as Hamid -Who's made his way down to ringside- let's his eyes draw huge as he grabs the ring apron. .......................1..........................2................... Fame just kicks out, allowing Hamid to begin breathing again. WallStreet pops to his feet as Fame too rolls to his feet... He staggers back and turns around as WallStreet hooks him by the shoulder making the fans go wild. WallStreet hoists fame into the air for the Stock Market Crash (Rock Bottom) But Fame suddenly wraps his arm around Taylor's neck and reverses the Stock Market Crash with an inverted Implant DDT sending the erupting crowd into a frenzy of boos. Hamid, however, slaps the mat and yells "YES!" in celebration of Fame's reversal as JAR is seen flirting with a somewhat fugly looking woman at ringside. Macklin, "FAME WITH A BIGTIME REVERSAL OVER THE CORPORATE ICON!"
Askin, "F'N EH!" Fame pulls himself up and grins as he uses his hands to gently remove a pair of invisable shades from his face, fold the invisable frames closed, and hand the invisable shades to the referee. Askin, "Oh, he just took off the shades!"
Macklin, "What shades?! Are you two on Acid?!" Fame watches WallStreet slowly get up... See's he's bent over and runs and leaps up looking for his finishing "Fame-Asser", but WallStreet must have seen it in the corner of his eye as he quickly gets up right and Fame just misses the target. Fame turns around and WallStreet delivers a hard kick into the gut of Terri Lamin's boy toy and then hoists him up into the air, spins around and nails an Arn Anderson/Triple H style Spinebuster. Macklin, "Screw some shades! Business has picked up!" WallStreet locks his hands in the air just as he had previously against Flex Mac-Allister, making the crowd pop again. WallStreet grabs The Jedi Master's legs and places his own leg through them, setting up for the Dollar Sign. Suddenly a chair comes wrapping across the spine of WallStreet making him go flying over Fame and crashing to a knee. The crowd boos as JAR is seen with a steal chair in hand. WallStreet pulls himself up on the ropes and turns around just in time to take a huge chair shot across the skull that sends WallStreet flying over the ropes to the floor below. Hamid instantly starts stomping away at the fallen WallStreet as the crowd boos. Back in the ring JAR drops the steal chair and slides out on the side of the ring. He bends down and fishes under the ring apron, and making the crowd pop he withdraws a table. Macklin, "Uh-oh... This doesn't look good..." JAR slides the table into the ring as Fame is getting up. Back on the rampside of the ring WallStreet is starting to pull himself up on Hamid's legs. Hamid smirks as he grabs WallStreet by the forehead and pushes his face back, letting the camera reveal that he's been busted open from ear to ear from that massive chair shot delivered by Jonathan Andrew Reed. Hamid raises his right hand high into the air, and then.... SMMMMMMACK! He slaps WallStreet so hard across the face that Street's blood splatters onto the faces of the people at ringside. Macklin, "Awe come on!" Hamid pulls WallStreet up and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope as Jon and John rush over and begin pulling him up. By now the table has been set up in the center of the ring. Macklin, "This has no where but bad to go." The crowd is booing as JAR places WallStreet up on his shoulders and Fame walks around the table and climbs up the ropes... Suddenly Fame leaps off, catches WallStreet's neck and falls back as JAR ducks under but keeps a hold of Street's legs to help push him down as Fame brings Street through the table with a flying DDT that draws a huge gasp. Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT..... WallStreet is down and out in the center of the ring as Fame rolls him over and covers him arrogantly. .............................1 Macklin, "It's academic from this point" ..............................2 Macklin, "What a travisty...." ........... Suddenly Hamid pulls Fame off of Street breaking up the pin. Fame gets up as he and JAR look at Ismali curiously and Hamid begins lying in stomps to the chest of WallStreet while screaming, "GAH HA! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! OH HOW I HATE YOU!" Macklin, "What the Hell is this?!" Hamid finally stops and waves to the back as "Thug Love" by Bone Thugs in Harmony blasts over the PA. Macklin, "Now what?!" As Thug Love plays Hamid directs trafic in the ring having Fame and Reed hoist the lifeless WallStreet off the mat and hold the bloodied carcus. As they get him up right and hold his limp body Jack "The Ripper" Manson returns from behind the curtain but this time he has Rocky "The Rock" Soprano (Picture someone similar to Vito during his WCW Days) with him. Macklin, "The Hired Gunz?" Yes, The hired Gunz. And the Hired Gunz progress down the ramp as Fame and Jonathan Andrew Reed are holding a lifeless WallStreet in the ring. The two thugs get to ringside and start climbing up the stairs when WallStreet suddenly gets a bolt of life and free his right arm from Reed's grip. He cracks Fame across the face with a hard right hand making him release his grip as well. WallStreet spins around and delivers a hard kick to the gut of Jonathan Andrew Reed before he hoists him up and drops him hard with the Stock Market Crash (Rockbottom) making the crowd erupt. WallStreet, doesn't follow JAR down however so it probably didn't have as hard of an effect as it should of had, but Street is obviously sacrificing the quality of the move to execute it quicker. He quickly spins around and grabs Fame, and drops Fame with a similar form of the Stock Market Crash as the crowd is going wild. Macklin, "WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, THE CORPORATE ICON'S COMIN BACK!" WallStreet turns and looks at Hamid who's eyes draw wide in fear. WallStreet starts to walk toward Hamid, his Corporate body covered in his own blood, when suddenly from both sides Rocky and Jack come crashing together, samwiching McCallister between their massive frames. The crowd boos as the two step back and let WallStreet crumble to the floor. Macklin, "There's just too damn many of them." Hamid suddenly smirks as he grabs a microphone. Hamid, "Jack, Rock... Pick his ass up." The two nod and do as they've been hired to do as Hamid calls to the back, "Christina... Bring me my tool." Macklin, "His tool?" The curtain moves and from behind it comes Christina St. James with a... Macklin, "BRANDING IRON?! IS THAT A DAMNED BRANDING IRON?!" Christina looks like she's gonna be sick as she slowly walks down the ramp, clearly feeling guilt ridden about being a part of this. She comes down to ringside as Hamid bends down between the second and third ropes and says, "It's okay Christina.... He helped kill Millions.... He must pay. We're simply speeding up Karma." Christina closes her eyes and looks away as she raises the branding iron up toward Hamid. Macklin, "You can't be serious..."
Askin, "WallStreet was branded once before by Nic E. Dangerously and Synergy... It put him out for six months and nearly shattered him mentaly... This could destroy him." Hamid accepts the branding iron as he sees Fame and JAR getting up in the background. Hamid Pulls the Iron up above his head with one hand as he speaks into the mic he's holding with the other and says, "McCallister... Now it's time to pay the price..." Hamid drops the mic when the lights suddenly darken and red strobes start going around the arena. Female, "DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!" The crowd erupts as "King Nothing" by Metalica takes over the PA and the curtain goes flying to the side... Macklin, "DANGEROUSLY! NIC DANGEROUSLY! PLEASE BE HERE TO SAVE WALLSTREET!"
Askin, "SAVE HIM?! Nearly a year ago it was Dangerously branding WallStreet himself! He's probably here to rip the cattle prod from Hamid's hands and do it himself!" NED slides into the ring as Reed runs directly for him... Only to take a hard right hand and get dropped on the mat. Fame rushes Dangerously but NED quickly ducks down as he grabs the top rope with his left arm and uses his right arm to send the Famester up and over to the floor below. Rocky and Manson drop WallStreet as The Rock comes flying toward Dangerously only to be scooped up and dropped with a Samoan Drop. But just as Nic gets up Manson comes from behind and nails a standing body splash to Dangerously's back, making him drop to a knee. Manson grabs Dangerously by the hair and puts his head between Manson's massive legs til suddenly WallStreet comes flying from behind with a big forearm across Manson's neck. The crowd is going wild as WallStreet spins Manson around, hooks his shoulder, and uses the last of his strength to hoist the big man into the air, and then slam him hard ala the Stock Market Crash. By now Soprano is back up and Dangerously quickly slides under his arm, hoists him up, and nails the Dues Ex Machina (Burning Hammer/Modified Angle slam) slamming Soprano equally as hard. The Hired Gunz both roll outside and join the bodies of Fame and JAR as Hamid is already out of the ring and rushing up the ramp, walking backwards. The crowd is going absolutly biserk as WallStreet and NED Stand in the ring, watching Hamid disappear behind the curtain. NED happens to glance behind him and notice that the Branding Iron was left on the mat with the hot portion just hanging off the outside of the ring so not to burn the canvas. Dangerously walks over and grabs the branding Iron as WallStreet's attention instantly changes to Dangerously. Dangerously takes a few steps forward with the branding iron in hand as the two stair hard into each other's eyes. Macklin, "Oh God..." WallStreet is clearly weak... He's lost a lot of blood and taken a good beaten, plus his ribs are still bothering him.... Essentially it wouldn't take much for NED to have a repeat of PWT's Synergy branding of WallStreet. WallStreet, weak from the blood loss, staggers back and leans against the ropes. NED Looks at WallStreet, then at the branding iron... Suddenly he lunges forward Macklin, "NOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T REBRAND HIM!" NED Drives the branding iron right toward Street's head... CRAAAAAAAACK! .... JAR had come back up onto the outside ring apron right behind WallStreet and Dangerously twisted in the air and drove the end of the handle of the branding iron into his skull, knocking him off the canvas. With that "King Nothing" by Metalica blasts over the PA as Nic looks at WallStreet with an emotionless glare and actually hands WallStreet Hamid's branding iron before exiting the ring between the second and third ropes and heading toward the back. Macklin, "What... I... Oh My God... What a display... And we... We... We still have a Heavyweight championship match!"
Askin, "I just can't believe Dangerously came to someone's aid, let alone WallStreet's!" WallStreet hops out of the ring and slowly makes his way to the back with the branding iron in hand as the crowd eagerly slaps his upper body and the scene fades to the back for the next segment... | |
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| Backstage Flash! | | "'Senors’�?I still have not had my debut match in this wonderful federation�?I still have not been given the chance to show off my true Luchadoreeee talents. And because of this�?There is NO SMILE�?behind this mask." [ Latino Diablo is stood on a bench in the Locker room area, infront of him stands various Indy talents such as HellRazer, Ricky Parker and B Train amongst others�?] Latino: "I have come to America to wrestle�?For my fans, for the Luchadore LOVERS of this Grrrrrreat state of Texas, eh?" [ None of the wrestlers seem all to interested in what the passionate Mexican has to say. ] Latino: "Do you people not understand the passion of the wrestling ring? Are you all so lifeless that you do not understand what it’s like to have the crowd CHANTING YOUR NAME�?The thrill of flying majestically through the air to an uproar of applause!?!?.... DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!?" [ Latino gets annoyed, as they still seem unbothered. ] Latino: "You! You fat, stupid bald man�?Have you lost the thrill of the ring? You all look washed up�?all of you! Come with me!... TO THE RING! A wrestling match is what we shall have�?I need the chance to prove myself, just ONE CHANCE!" [ B Train, the ‘fat, stupid bald man�?balls his right hand and slams it against his left�?As do a few of the other guys, as they step toward the table, to pummel Latino Diablo�?Our entertaining Mexican import jumps back, and raises a brow. ] Latino: "Now�?I must�?Fly." [ Latino Diablo swoops up into the air like a bird, going over every single man�?Before falling to the hard ground, and managing a straight forward roll. It was beautiful, it was majestic, it looked so easy�?] Latino Diablo: "It was Luchadore!" [ Latino Diablo runs out the room, having evaded the angry Indy wrestlers. Soon he will get his chance! Fade. ] | |
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| Interview! | | [ The scene switches to backstage outside the locker room of Christian Michaels. Paul Lombardi is standing by with a mic and a one time former W2K champion. Of course we mean CM. Michaels looking ready to go for his match a little later on with JT Kash. But before that, Paul wants to get his thoughts Paul: Christian, you are minutes away from what could quite possibly be the match of your career. Tonight you face JT Kash, one on one, to see who is named the God of Wrestling for this year. Tell us, whats going through your mind right now? CM: Right now? Well I'm hoping that I don't trip on my way to the ring. Hahaha [ Lombardi laughs as well. CM: In all seriousness though, the one thing on my mind right now is JT Kash. Ya know, I've been in this position before with him. Its him an me as the last two. The winner between us gets the glory of being the God of Wrestling.....Meanwhile the loser is left to dream about what might've been. So right now my mind is focused on him. I mean even as we speak, I'm playing over all the tapes that I've seen on Jake in my mind. Paul: I see. And tell us Christian, what does winning this match....this moniker mean to you? [ The Southern Heartthrob looks at Paul and arches an eyebrow slightly. CM: What does this match mean to me? [ Paul nods CM: Six, almost seven, years ago when I stepped into this business I made a list. And that list was of goals that I wanted to accomplish in my career. Now alot of those goals I have accomplished, and there's still a few that I haven't. But through it all, there have been two that sat at the top of the list. No matter what, they've been one an two. Number two is win the W2K championship. And it doesn't matter how many times I do it, that goal will stay there. Number one though, is to be the God of Wrestling. [ Now its CM who nods. CM: Two years ago I had the chance to accomplish that goal, but I didn't get the job done. Tonight is my second chance to get it done, and I *will* get it done. Because too me, being the God of Wrestling means that you are *THEE* pinnacle of this business. I mean alot of people just up and proclaim themselves as deities, but when I win tonight......Its official. Paul: Well surely JT Kash is going to do his best to keep you, once again, from accomplishing that goal in your career. What, in your mind, are you going to need to do? To advoid the same outcome as two years ago? CM: Well a good start for me would be not going through the ring. Thats one of the plans I have going into this match. Another thing I have to do is push myself past my limits. Once I've gone past my own, I then need to find Jake's and go beyond them. But I can't just come out here like some sort of insane luchador either. Tonight you're going to really see why I'm the protege of Nic E Dangerously. Cause I'm going to be adapting to whatever's thrown at me in that ring by Jake. Paul: And, regardless of the outcome tonight, what are your plans for W2K? [ The Heartthrob shrugs his shoulders. CM: Honestly I think I'd like to challenge for the W2K championship next. Just like its been two years since I had an oppurtunity like tonight's, its been two years since I was the champion of W2K. Thats quite awhile for that title to be away from home. Wouldn't you agree? Paul: But what about Dangerously? Everyone knows he loves that title more than anything else. CM: Right now I think Nic is satisfied with being the ICWA champion. Cause like the title here, its got a proud heritage and meaning to it. And holding a title like that....I think it means alot to Nic. Certainly alot more than still being the reigning champion of Word Life Entertainment or whatever the name of that company was. So yeah, I think Nic is occupied enough with the ICWA title not mind me making a run at the W2K championship. Paul: If not? CM: Lets not cross that bridge unless we have to. I rather enjoy not getting butchered on national television. Paul: Fair enough. In that case, who do you see as the favorite in tonight's W2K title match? CM: I'm gonna have to give the edge to Kutter. I mean there's no doubt that David is a great wrestler an all......But he's just too damned together about this match. Regardless of what anyone says or thinks, you need to be afraid for your life to beat Kutter. I know what I'm talking about, cause its the only way I beat that gruntin, snortin, fartin beast five years ago. I was sacred out of my damned wits and thus I was able to truly do whatever was necessary to win. For me? That was wear a piece of iron under a hockey jersey and just take the GORE. Like Bret Hart did from Goldberg. But David's all sure of his wrestling ability being able to take Kutter down. Mark my words David, it won't be enough. [ A cue is given to Paul off-camera. Paul: Thanks for your time Christian, but I'm being told its just about time for your match. Good luck tonight and may the best man win. CM: Thanks Paul, I plan on it. [ CM shakes hands with Lombardi and heads off down the hall. The focus then shifting back out to ringside as the announcers are prepared to give their thoughts before we get underway... | |
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| God of Wrestling: 2006 | | [Drum beats, as the Cell for this Hell in the Cell naming the 2006 God of Wrestling lowers, with spotlights flashing. Macklin: "W2K foregoed the tournement this year, and instead opted to hold a rematch from the controversial end to the 2004 God of Wrestling Finals, where JT Kash and Christian Michaels wrestled themselves through a ring, and JT Kash came out the apparent winner. To this day, Christian Michaels has sworn that's not how it happened, and he, unlike so many other people, gets his second chance here tonight. Can he overcome the odds? Or, will lightening strike twice as JT kash takes a second GOW title in three years?" Askin: "Alot of people have been waiting for this more than the main event here tonight, and I can definately say I'm excited." [The comes down, clinking and clanging to the arena floor, covering the ring and ringeside area up to the guard rail. Then. Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down drums on. Macklin: "What an interesting choice of theme music for the one and only, Christian Michaels, opting not to use "Line in the Sand" tonight." Askin: "Theme songs don't win the match, Eddie." [Christian Michaels steps out, onto the stage, and the arena comes to it's feet, and chants.... cheers, hollers... He puts his hands on his hips, and scans side to side, until the smile on his face fades as his vision finds the Cell itself. In just a few moments, he's not going to have a whole lot of stuff to smile about. But, he heads into the Cell.... his music dies..... replaced by "King Nothing" by Metallica. Askin: "Interesting choice of theme song tonight by JT Kash." Macklin: ".,... that's not JT kash, John. It's Dangerously." [Indeed, it is, as he saunters down, looking intently at the ring, headed straight for it, and into the celling himself. He steps into the ring, as he and his Synergy partner embrace. They're soon to be brothers-in-law.... but, NED ends it, and grabs a mic. NED: "Chris... I hate to be the one to break it to you, but, we just got word in back, and I'd rather tell you, instead of some pimple faced reject nerd ringcrew kid telling you. But, JT Kash called, and he has... other matters to attend to tonight. he will not face you for the God of Wrestling tonight at Cyberslam." [CM looks shocked, as the arena rains down boos. Deafening, with thumbs downs everywhere. NED lowers the mic to let it sink in, then continues. NED: "Apparently, he thinks jobbing to Drew Stevenson in BUD is a tad more important right now. But that's JT. He's hit or miss, you and I both know that, and tonight, he's missed." [CM looks disappointed, extremely so. NED: "But, I had a small chat with Hamid- well, really I didn't, but I think I have an ooponent for you, if you still want to get this thing on." CM: "Hell yes I do!" [NED grins. NED: "Well then, it looks like we will have a God of Wrestling Match tonight, and in the Hell in the Cell.... and Chris... I don't want you to take any of this personally... but in order to give you a match on such short notice, we had to find a suitable opponent in the three minutes we had to decide. Someone worthy. Someone who's ready. And someone who doesn't already have a match tonight. So here he is, Chris, and I think you're really gonna love this... it's... it's.... ME!" [NED spins back around and, before CM realizes, smacks him in the head with the mic, leaviing something like a thunderclap in the arena of schock... As Cm backs away, and NED tosses the mic out of the way, and rams CM into the turnbuckel, and the door to the cell is shut, chained, and locked. CM is raked across the top rope with his eye, burning, he shoves NED back. He goes to kick, but NED catches it, and flips CM back and over the top roope, having him tumble to the floor. The crowd boos... Macklin: "Even though Christian is a member of Dangerously's Synergy, it's hard for the W2K crowd to hate him; he;s their hero." Askin: "Well, now, in a sense, this match has morphed into a nother rematch- one from Wrestlegeddon 2, where Dangerously and Michaels fought in an Iron man Match that lasted an hour."
Macklin: "You mean, fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds." Askin: "Doh, I always get that wrong. Good thing it's not a Jeapordy question." Macklin: "Definately, not as epic as a full hour." [NED slides out to meet CM... who brings a fist up and into NED's face... NED catches it on the jaw, and takes a step back, as CM comes up and slinks his arm around NED's, and bows him back, yelling a war cry, and bringing his free arm like a whip into NED's chest, then going back to the extention... NED takes another step back, but CM twirls around and twists his arms, so that he comes down with a jawbreaker on NED... NED pops up and shakes off the webs, and Cm whips him into the ringpost- NED catches it with his boot for a brake, and turns into a clothesline that levels him by CM. CM picks him up and rolls him back into the ring, and then follows. But, Cm shoots back out of the ring and falls to the matting below, as NED sends both legs into his ribs, and then rolls back out himself. Askin: "These two aren't messing around... this is Christian's big chance to take the moniker he's wanted for so long, and the King of PWT is at his finest right now. And Dangerously, filling in for JT Kash could take the moniker for a third time... it's a bigger prize even when you consider these two were hated enemies, and then best of friends...." Macklin: "Indeed, these two are gonna show their claws here tonight." [NED is up on his feet, and CM pushes up, but gets punted right in the ribs again, blowing out some air, and NED rips him up and sends him face and chest first into the caging... CM bounces off of it and flings back, as the crowd boos and is definately behind Michaels in this match... NED plucks him up and, by the hair and tights, sends him crashing into the metal mesh again, and keeps ahold as CM tries to recoils back, and spins him, sending him into the steel steps with a clang and crash!!! The top step flies off the bottom set, as Cm drapes over it.... NED picks it up, and holds it high over head, as the crowd chants for CM to get up... NED goes to bring it down, but at the last second, CM rolls off to the mat, and NED hiting nothing but empty holloa step with empty hollow step... It bounces and falls to the floor, and CM lurches with a chop block to NED... NED goes to one knee, and CM pops up and sends a swinging kick to the side of NED's head- it connects, and NED sways to all fours... CM falls back, and waits, as NED climbs up to his feet using the steps- CM takes a step and another up on the steps, and then shoves his right foot down HARD on NED's head, bouncing him like a soccer ball off the steel... NED pops straight up, and sways, crashing like a falling building into the set of steps that fell to the floor, with another CLANG! Macklin: "A spur of the moment offense from Christian!" Askin: "Dangerously definately opene dup more than he could chew by bringing in the ring steps to this fight. Christian and he have have battles for literally years, they both know what they're gonna have to do to win." Macklin: "Everything, and then some!" [CM picks him up, and rolls him into the ring, and follows, raeching across and draping an arm over him- ONE! TWO! NO!! NED charges a shoulder up, more out of defiance to the pin than needed to break the pin itself... NED rolls to his stomach, and pushes up, as CM grabs him by the hair, and pulls him in, for a piledriver.... Macklin: "This piledriver is a statement." [CM brings NED up vertical, and then crashes him down upon the crown of his own head.... NED collapses, and CM takes a stand, waiting in the corner. Macklin: "Jerry Lawler, who we all know is a huge name in Tennesee, Christian's home state, he's telling Dangerously where he's coming from." Askin: "Banned in the WWE for a reason, that could have caused major damage to Dangeorusly's brain and even broken his neck like so many others. Christian made a statement alright: At any time, I can still end your career." [NED sits up, dazed, and then rolls to get to his feet... as he stands, CM comes out of the corner with the "You Just Got Whapped"... but NED ducks it and in, grabbing CM in a precarious position, and then flings him back for a gargoyle suplex- and crashes CM down... Cm rolls, and NED gets to all fours, and then pounces, covering CM- ONE! TWO! NO!! CM breaks with a kick, and NED lurches up, bringing CM with him- and then swings a forearm chop to his chest, keeping him off guard, and goes for a whip- CM hits the ropes and NED tries a Tilt-A-Whirl, but CM locks his legs around NED's head and hits a Frankensteiner... NED flips over, and rushes to the ropes to get up and CM charges with another solid kick, but NED ducks down and hits a low blow! CM doubles over, and NED picks him up, in a front face lock for a suplex, but brings him into the corner... he sets him up and then wraps him for the "151 DDT".... but CM sends punches to the ribs, flailing, to stop it, as he hugs NED around the waist, and powers him to step up to the ropes... when he does, CM twists loose of NED's front facelock and does a Lou Thez from the tope!! CM lands on his knees, over NED, and sends shot after shot after shot... Macklin: "This might be alot of aggression being let out from how NED protrays Christian in his promos." Askin: "Definately had alot of bad parts." [ NED's almost un able to block him, as his head rocks back and forth, over and over and CM's arcing arms nail the mark every time, alternating from left to right. Finally, CM stops, and leans for a cover- ONE! TWO! NO! NED kicks, shoving CM off of him, but CM knows, this isn't the time to let up, because if NED gets his breath, he'll go back into adaptation mode... so as NED pushes up, CM ducks in for a "Just Like That", however, NED lurches him up, and runs him to the ropes, dumping him out of the ring like a sack of potatoes!!! Macklin: "Listen to that reaction!" Askin: "Dangerously's having a tough time adapting to Christian, because Christian laready knows him so well. It's going to be his strength, that's an advantage over the smaller Michaels, that will be his saving grace in this match...." [ NED leans over the top rope, grabbing a breather, and then climbs out onto the apron. CM grabs his foot, and yanks him down and off... NED hits face first on the apron, and bounces back up as CM goes to the edges of the cage, and finds a chair. He folds it up and brings it as NED.... NED covers his head, CM's strike stalls, and he takes it down and edge first in one smooth motion into NED's midsection, NED doubles over, and CM claps the chair to the mat, and then brings NED for another piledriver!!! Askin: "Hello to you, Mister Dangerously, from the people of Tennesse...!!!" [ NED hikes up CM, and steps forward for a back body drop-- CM is up on his shoulders, and sees the bad coming, and flips over so he lands on his feet, and reaches backfor a confused NED's head and nails a neckbreaker onto the chair!!! Macklin: "And I think Dangeorusly needs a new offense when it comes to Christian!' [ NED lays there, catching his breath, but CM kicks him off the chair, and takes it, dragging NED to the cage. NED hits another low blow, sinking to unworthy tactics to regain the upper hand in this match. CM doubles over, dropping the chair, and NED rams him into the corner of the cage... He then takes the chair, and blasts it into CM's forehea,d with his head no where to go, CM convulses in pain, and then again, and than goes for a third. Askin: "These two have totally forgotten their alliance in Synergy at this point, Eddie." Macklin: "I think you're right...." [ CM weakly tries to get up, but NED smashes him in the head again, against the steel cage, and then grabs his head, making him fall to his knees, and scraps him back and forth in a sick arch, in front of a group of kids.... two of which have CM "King of PWT" shirts... Macklin: "Talk about fond memories..." [ The little girl of the group turns away, as CM lets out a gutteral yell, as NED yells back, and the skin is ripped away by the steel, and the blood trickles then flows down CM's face... ... when NED sees it, he takes his hand, slapping CM in the forehead, then wiping the blood down his own chest. Askin: "Oh my god, i think these two have reverted back to 2004..." [ CM is swaying, as the only thing keeping him up is NED, by the hair. The kids are screaming, and NED smashes CM's face intot he mesh, over and over, in tune with their cries.... the mother tries to turn them away... and one yells "YOU SUCK, NICKY D!" and NED shakes his head head, and walks over to the crashed steps. He holds it high, coming at CM, who's stirring and somewhat trying to get up, but failing twice. He's huffing and puffing, trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes so he can see... and as he stands, weakly, he catches a glimpse of the steps coming at him- and he takes both hands and shoves- sending it right back into NED's head! NED sways again and takes a dive... and Cm just kinda stands there for a moment... he reaches down, to grab NED... NED gets him and nails a spinebuster on the chair!! CM is laid out, and NED takes him by the arm, and drags him like a sack to the ring, and forces him back in. CM cralws towards the other side, a bloody mess, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, and as he's about to reach the rope, maybe four inches from it, his legs are taken, spun him around, and NED goes for the "Jagged Reality"... CM, is in no position to fully fight this off.... NED locks in part of it, and spins him back around on his stomach, and locks in the rest, and CM, dazed and out of it, immediately comes to life.... Macklin: "THE UNBREAKABLE JAGGED REALITY!" Askin: "Christian is in a world of "Fuckuvalotapain" right now, Eddie," Macklin: "Indeed, I think this is the one thing Christian wouldn't want to happen in this match, and the one thing Dangerously did." [ CM is flailing around, reaching and reaching, still only four inches from that rope...NED slinks back, bowing him more and CM yells, as the crowd is going crazy... and NED grins, a wild look in his eye, as he's ended this match... waiting for the ref to call for the bell. Seconds go by. Then thirty... and CM is still crazily telling the ref "no".... his hands shaking, the blood pouring from his forehead... reaching, reaching, but he's not even close.... NED slinks it back more... and more.... and CM's back is at an odd angle, the blood on his face forming a half mask over the top half of his head, he looks like a liquid Kane.... Macklin: "Christian has been in the Jagged Reality for over a minute, and you can see that the fight is leaving him......." [CM's hand can't even lift. he's going out... and his eyes are half closed, as his arm goes down, and his face lays on the canvas. His eyes close, and the ref raises his arm once.... it falls down to the canvas. Twice, and it falls again. NED digs his knee into CM's back, and on the third time, this jab seems to have given him more life, as the ref raises it and CM's fists stays in the air.... It's shaking but it's up and the crowd come sback to life... Askin: "Chrisitan isn't ready to call it a day, some of his vertebrae must be left in tact. I hope he pays his chiropracter really well." [ CM reaches, but he's no where close to the ropes. He's going on almost two minutes, which, in the Jagged Reality, may seem close to a life time. CM breats his head against the canvas, and rubs his blood into the ring, trying to get some sort of upper hand, but in this modified vertical Texas Cloverleaf, NED doesn't leave much to the imagination in ways to escape. The fans are still hollering, and we're up to two and a half minutes.... Macklin: "I hate to say it, but I think CM is just delaying the inevitable..." [ NED radically shakes his head back and forth, and pulls back, more, and his foot comes off CM's shoulders just a tad. As he shifts positions, CM twists and ducks his head under himself, going fully vertical, and bringing NED down, using his leg strength... Macklin: "HE BROKE OUT! HE BROKE THE JAGGED REALITY!" Askin: "All NED has to do is to side step back atound and spin Christian back on his stomach, and this match will still end in the next few seconds-" [ But, NED doesn't get the chance, as, CM yells out, and uses all he's got left to send NED back, breaking the arms from his legs and into the ropes... NED comes nack and goes for a driving elbow, but CM keeps his left leg up, and knees NED in the groin as NED comes down crashing his chest with his elbow! NED bounces off and rolls, and CM just lays there and breathes, hoping his back is still in one piece.... CM rolls to his side, seeing NED getting up. But, NED decides to duck out of the ring, and grabs the chair. He tosses it before him and rolls in.... and he lifts it, walking towards CM who's pushing up, a bloody mess.... Askin: "Fun fact, NED has only lost to on member of Synergy, that was IN Synergy at the time of defeat." Macklin: "Xander Allen Walker, FWA Conflict, triple threat for the FWA Title." Askin: "Wow, you're good." [ NED goes to swing, as CM falls back against th eropes, heloless. Mid swing, CM jumps at NED and sends a knee into his gut, and hits the "Just Like That".... the chair dropping and giving alittle extra "OOMPH" to the move! NED ounces out and falls to his back, as he's covered and hooked the leg by CM- the crowd counts- ONE! TWO! NOOO!! OHHHOAHH! Macklin: "What a comeback, we thought this match was ove rmoments ago... " [ CM takes the chair, and places it unfolded on it's legs. Dangerously gets to his feet, and CM takes him by the hair for an X-Facotr like move, but NED sends both fists into his ribs at the same time, and CM lets go...He swings around, grabbing the chair and spinning back- NED ducks the swing and CM kicks- NED catches it and "Dragon Whap" NED flies over to the side and back, falling down... CM takes the chair, folding it back up, and tossing it on Dangerously's head, it stays there as CM goes to the top rope from the outside, raising his arm. He's going for the Southern Climate... he's at the top, and, all the sudden, he yells out... CM: "DRINK W2KOLA.... BITCH!" [ He sets sail, and brings down the leg as NED rolls out of the way and CM gets an asspounding like a prison bitch... he holds his lower back, as NED bounces off the ropes form his escape and on his way back he plays golf- with the chair as the club and CM's head as the ball. CM snaps back, and the chair flings out of NED's hand and near the corner, as he drops and hooks the leg- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Macklin: "Christian breaks out just in the nick of time." Askin: "Weird W2Kola reference." [ NED pulls him up and brings him in for the Deus Ex Machina- but CM snaps his knee into NED's gut, and puts a stop to that, NED doubles back over, releasing CM, and CM grabs the ropes, sending a "You Just Got Whapped" right between NED's mouth and chin... picture perfect placement and NED falls back, totally gone and out... Cm falls to his knees, catching his breath and bearings... He falls forward, headbutting NED right in the gonads, and NEd turns on his side in pain.... and CM pushes up... grabbing NED's legs, and going for a.... Texas Cloverleaf... Macklin: "I'm thinking it's payback time..." [ CM locks it in, and turns it over, and then brings NED back in the Jagged Reality! The crowd explodes, as instantly, now, NED;s reaching and grabbing, slamming his own face into the cavas trying to break free.... but CM digs the knee into his back and steps on his head, fully locking in the Jagged Reality, his own eyes whild, shining white against the dark red of his bloody face.... and,as he pulls back more and more and yells louder and louder, he almost didn't hear the bell ring... Askin: "OH MY F****ING GOD..." Macklin: "Dangerously has tapped out..." [Indeed, his hand is slapping the mat, over and over and over, trying to get the hold broken, as CM hears the second tone of the bell, and lets go, dropping to his knees, mouth and eyes wide open.... Kevin Dart: "Your winner... and the 2006 God of Wrestling.... Christian Michaels!!" [The crowd roars, as "Kryptonite" blasts.... NED lays there, rolling out of the ring and falling into a heap. CM's hand is raised, as the King of PWT is now the W2K God of Wrestling.... Macklin: "Could we see this same site, in only a couple months, only with the W2K title in his raised hand?" Askin: "Christian Michaels has attained one of his all time dreams here tonight, finally becoming the NEW God of Wrestling..." | |
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| Double Flash! | | [Things open up backstage as we find ourselves inside of a dark room and that's about it, but you've got to assume someone is in there when suddenly a voice is heard, and it's a familiar voice, the voice of M.J. Storm. M.J. Storm: Nic, you got lucky to escape with the ICWA World Heavyweight Championship back on RAGE, but I will have it, you know it as well as I do. Though, for now, I'll let you enjoy your moment, and you won't be seeing me for awhile but I'll still be around, pulling the strings of certain superstars from behind the scenes. I told you and the rest of the W2K roster that the power of money will shine through, and trust me, it will. Good bye for now, but it's not over, not by a long shot. [We then hear a door open, which brings a little light into this room, and then the door slams shut, and it seems M.J. Storm has left W2K for the time being but who does he have in his pocket, and what on Earth is this about with the Power of Money? Only time will tell on this one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ Backstage, NED and CM are both with a trainer, being checked out as CM gets stitches. CM: "Nic?" [ NED slowly looks up, his brow furrowed and angry. NED: "Yeah?" CM: "I love you man." NED: "....." CM: "C'mon...." [ NED's face softens, and he shrugs. NED: "I love you too, man. Congratulations." Voice: "And I love the fact you two totally beat the crap out of each other." [Cameras see... TRAVIS O'NEAL... Travis: "Oh, and Chris... congrats, fool!" [Travis takes a bedpan from the counter, and smashes CM in the face, opening up the stitches as the trainers scramble to get help- NED lurches as Travis, but he's caught and scooped, sent into the medical counter and crashing through, left in a wreckage. Cm lays in a hit, but the 2006 GoW gets a kick, and then a Never Ending Devastation on the cold, cold ungiving floor. Both NEd and CM are left in a mess. Travis: "Pay back's a bitch." [Fade. | |
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| W2K Championship Match | | [Back at ringside, "Get your Handz Off" blasts, as David Van dam comes out onstage with his arms in the air. Macklin: "The challenger for this evening, at Cyberslam Four, David Van Dam is set and ready to face Kutter Flash, who only weeks ago shaved his head bald." Askin: "Much better look." [ DVD hits the ring and spins, ready and waiting to go. His music dies, and "Floating in Darkness" plays, and the W2K Champion, Kutter Flash, comes out on stage with Hamid Ismaili. Macklin: "The start of Kutter's reign also marks the start of Season Ten. Hamid used Kutter as a vehicle, and since, found that Kutter's not as great handling as a Buick or, say a volvo." Askin: "But he can hit you like a Mack Truck..." [Kutter hits the ring, and drops the belt, getting ready in a stance, as DVD shouts something and points to himself. The bell rings, and right away, they two lock up and the sheer power of Kutter Flash sends DVD back and into the ropes. DVD uses his wreslting know-how to twist out and not be pinned against the ropes, and kicks Kutter, and again, and again... locking him up in a front face lock and wrapping his legs around Kutter's waist.... Askin: "Now, before you chant boring, it'd be good to know that DVD understands the power Kutter has.... and is going to try to lock the air out of him. Macklin: Seems early, though." Askin: "Not at all, the earlier, the better, because as long as he keeps Kutter locked up, Kutter can't do something like he's abotu to do now." [ DVD has his legs around the waist, and his arm around Kutter's head and neck, but Kutter's standing, and decides to break it by breaking DVD.... and slams him hard with a spinebuster variation that breaks DVD's hold... DVD bounces, and Kutter's back on his feet, and heads for DVD right away, getting him on the side and tossing him back hard- DVD rolls to the ropes, and comes back to Kutter, ducking a wild swing that might've taken his head off, and ending up behind Kutter, and goes for a Belly to back- a hige elbow meets his face though, knocking him back, and Kutter takes a closed fist right to DVD's face- Askin: "Imagine how many people have wanted to do that." [ DVD recoils in a spin, and Kutter ducks an arm under him and another around his head, in some weird abdominal stretch thing- then SUPLEXES DVD back- DVD lends on his stomach and bounces, blowing out air faster than a Matty Legend Promo.... (And then the lights go out.
How cliché.)
"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh oh�?
Askin: Uh�?what the hell?
(As the voice echoes to nothing�?some bongo drums are cued up.)
"The champ is here!"
Askin: CENA?!?
Macklin: Oh, please. Like he’d ever be seen here.
(More bongo drums.)
"The champ is here!"
(Bongo drums. And now the fans are beginning to dread what may very well be coming.)
"The champ is here!"
(Bongo drums.)
"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"
Askin: Goddamn it�?it really better not be that douchebag.
Macklin: He could bring�?culture.
Askin: �?Scoff.
(Bongo drums.)
"The champ is here!"
(Bongo drums.)
"The champ is here!"
Macklin: If this is him-�?
Askin: A great Pay-Per-View will go completely to hell.
(Bongo drums.)
"The champ is here!"
(Bongo drums.)
"THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!"
(And then�?"96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY ROCKS the hell out of the place! The entire arena comes to its feet!)
Macklin: YES!!
Askin: CRAP!!!
Macklin: Hide your jaw, Askin!
(Cue the lights�?and cue an eruption so loud your grandmother’s ovaries become active for the first time in�?a while.
Because there he is.)
Macklin: RYAN CAIN! RYAN CAIN IS HERE!!
Askin: He can’t be here! He’s the Number One Contender in some other company I’ve never heard of!
Macklin: I guess he got tired of not knowing when he was going to wrestle, if at all.
(Kutter Flash isn’t exactly�?happy, at this point. This is his time�?and it’s being outshined by someone who hasn’t been seen in front of a W2K Audience in�?damn near a full year.
Ryan Cain tends to have that affect.
Ryan just smirks toward the ring as Kutter leans against the ropes in anger, pointing toward his Title Belt, then toward Ryan, gesturing for him to "get the fuck out." We can read lips.)
Macklin: This could all explode any second. Kutter Flash, as you know�?isn’t exactly�?hospitable toward things like this.
(Ryan looks behind himself over each shoulder, then turns back around, pointing to himself. "Me?"
And then just shakes his head, reaching into his back pocket as his music cuts�?removing a microphone, the sight of which causes the fans constant roar to only grow.)
Askin: Ryan’s tongue is already going to get him into trouble here. I guarantee it.
Macklin: I think he can handle himself�?and the fans love it!
(Ryan grins out at the crowd, soaking up his typical standing ovation until it all dies down, at least a bit. He looks toward the ring, once more, where Kutter is still pretty pissed.)
Ryan: Oh, calm down. You’re going to overheat your steroids.
(Again, Kutter leans over the rope, pointing to his Title.)
Ryan: Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve heard it before, guy-o. You’re the Champion and I’m not welcome, right? Right. And it’s true, you are the Champion. Very impressive performance, by the way.
(He lowers the microphone for a second, pacing the stage a bit.)
Ryan: But you see, Kutter �?is it okay if I call you Kutter?
(Kutter’s lips say�?"fuck you!")
Ryan: Good. Kutter, see�?the only problem I have with this whole thing�?is the guy that’s still on the mat behind you.
(The big guy looks over his shoulder at David Van Dam, who’s still pretty smashed.)
Ryan: Yeah, him. And the problem I have with him�?is the fact that, well�?he shouldn’t have even been in there in the first place.
Askin: What’s that supposed to mean?
Ryan: Let’s face it, here, bud�?you’re Kutter Flash. You’re a WRECKING MACHINE! YOU EAT LIVE ELEPHANTS! RAHHHH!!!
(Ryan clears his throat.)
Ryan: And David Van Dam�?well�?he’s just�?David Van Dam. He’s one of about five guys on the roster that will probably gather their crap and skip town after they realize I’m really here. He’s the ECW DVD incarnate �?refer to that famous Shane Douglas promo. A few of you will get that joke. The point is, he should be fighting in the middle of the show. He should be taking part in some Battle Royale to decide the Number One Contender for whatever belt nobody cares enough about to try to get involved with. He shouldn’t be Main Eventing one of the biggest shows of the year just so that the "Champion" can go another month without losing his Title. I was sitting back there watching this�?and I couldn’t help thinking�?"wow�?this guy needs a *real* challenger."
(Ryan winks at Kutter as the crowd’s cheers grow, once more.)
Ryan: Now, as long as you aren’t a fan or member of that FWA place�?you’ll all be pleased to know that, earlier today�?there was a brand new W2K Contract printed up, brought to trial�?and signed by all parties involved. In simpler terms�?I’m back. I signed that contract, and I didn’t want to be so generic as to film vague-ass videos where you’re all like "WHO IS IT LO!L." It’s been done to deaths, and I’d rather bear a punch-you-in-the-nuts kind of impact. You know�?like I’m doing right now. So here I am�?repeating myself. W2K�?I’m back�?
(Ryan points toward the ring�?toward Kutter Flash.)
Ryan: �?and you’re holding the one thing I wanted that I never had the chance to take.
(The ROAR of the fans is revived now, shaking the building to its foundation.)
Askin: What is he trying to say here?
Macklin: I think you know.
Ryan: And so I challenge you, sir. I challenge you to not necessarily a match with me�?I’m not so conceited as to show up after a year’s absence and expect to be fed everything I want right off. I challenge you to defend your Title�?against someone actually worth your time. Someone who may just beat you. Because, if I can be abrupt�?
(Ryan’s smirk grows here as he cocks his brow a bit.)
Ryan: �?you’re going to have to prove yourself to me before I let you give me that belt.
Macklin: �?Well that was rather disrespectful.
Ryan: My eye’s on you. Don’t keep me waiting.
(And so he lowers the microphone. .... Macklin: "RYAN CAIN! RYAN CAIN.... hejust walked out right in the middle of the match like nothing was going on-" [DVD gets to his feet, and ducks another wild swing, but Kutter reaches back, and scoops hiim up for a sidewalk slam- as he does, DVD reaches up and cgrabs Kutter's chin, and pulls his head back- it doesn't stop the crash though, as DVD hits hard... he rolls away, and Kutter cracks his neck when he stands.... DVD gets to his feet and hits the ropes and nails a roaring elbow, knocking Kutter in a wobble.... DVD grabs his arm and goes for the "Last Chance", but as Kutter's on him, he slides behind and claps his hands into DVD's ears... DVD slinks forward, and Kutter rams his head into the turnbuckle, whipping him across the ring- Kutter follows for an Avalanche, but DVD gets his foot up.... smacking Kutter in the face and sending him a few steps back to where he came from.... as Kutter is recovring, DVD slides in with a firemans carry, tossing Kutter off his feet, and then hitting a couple driving elbows. Macklin: "Van dam's main concern should be keeping Kutter off his center of gravity. If Kutter gets his footing, his powerful legs can win this match for him because he won't go down-" [ Kutter goes up but, DVD grabs his arm, pulling him in for a bear hug, and then a belly to belly that flips Kutter back onto his back. DVD comes in and dives his knee into Kutter's face, and then swirls back up and down with a leg drop to keep him down. DVD rips him up and into the corner, and then sends shoulder block after shoulder block... Kutter gets his hands up though, and double axes DVD on the back, and gut wrenches him up onto his shoulder, running with a sit out powerbomb that knock the wind out of DVD. Kutter hangs on for the cover- ONE! TWO! TH... NO!!! DVD gets a kick out, and goes to tackle Kutter as they raises up, but, Kutter grabs him and sends knee after knee into DVD's ribs and breadbasket, knocking more and more wind out of him... Kutter then lifts him, and smashes him back down on his knee for a chest breaker- DVD bounces off and back into the ropes, and Kutter goes after him- DVD ducks it and flings him up and over, and Kutter is on the outside, landing on his foot and knee... he reahces in, grabbing DVD's boot before he can dodge, and pulls him out- and as they meet, they trade blows back and forth, back and forth.... Macklin: "I'm speculating on just why Hamid has decided to accompany Kutter Flahs out here this evening." Askin: "He's a hands-on owner, Eddie. He definately want's to see his man win." Macklin: "By any means necessary, you think? David Van Dam needs to be careful!" [ DVD hits Kutter with an eblow to the face, and that just kinda pisses him off, sending a closed fist to DVD's stomach DVD doubles over, but before Kutter can continue, he brings up the Champ in an Inverted Atomic Drop, buying a few seconds, as he spins Kutter out and into the ringpost, Kutter hits hard... and he spits out some blood, and turns back to DVD, who ducks into the ring. Kutter follows, infuriated, and as he gets in and pushes up, DVD refuses to let him stand and stunts him with a DDT.... Kutter goes down, and DVD rolls him over- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Kutter kicks out with ease, but DVD pulls him up and into a scoop, and a Mitchinoku Driver- Kutter goeslimp- ONE! TWO! NOO! Kutter shoots a shoulder up, and when he does, DVD hugs his head in a lock... Kutter's arm waves, and reaches back to grab DVD's hair... only he doesnt have it anymore.... Askin: "Talk about ironic." [ Kutter gets onto the side of his hip, and then gets a knee under him, but, DVD tries to wrench it in more and more.... Kutter gets to his knees, and sends an elbow to DVD's gut, but DVD ducks back to miss them... Kutter brings both his hands back and over his own shoulders, and grabs DVD's ears, and DVD lets out a yell, and finally lets go, as he falls back to recover.... Kutter gets his feet under him and launches with a GORE.... but DVD JUMPs it, and lands behind Kutter, who dives into the corner... DVD spins, and grabs him by the tights and pulls him back in a Sunset Flip- and then grabs the ropes to hold him down- ONE! TWO! NO!! Kutter still launches DVD off of him, and sends DVD over onto the ringpost form the sheer power!! Macklin: "DVD went for a ride-" Askin: And he's going on another one!" [ DVD's chest is on the ring post, his legs hanging over the ropes into th ering... Kutter grabs him, ripping him off and ploping him onto the canvas, then brings him back in a Boston Crab... DVD grabs the ropes, but with his legs hooked under Kutter's arms, Kutter stands up, lifting DVD up, and smashes into his back over and over- DVD lets go, and Kutter releases the Crab, bringing DVD up to his feet, and hitting a short arm lariat that about takes the challenger's head off- Kutter covers- ONE! TWO! NO! DVD kicks, and heads to his feet, blocking a swing by Kutter, and sending a foot into his gut. DVD crashes down with two double axes, reall fast, and then rolls Kutter up in a Fisherman's Suplex- ONE! TWO! NO!! Kutter kicks, and out of the camera, we see.... Macklin: "Why is Johnny Legend heading out to the Main Event?" Askin: "Probably because he knows this'll be his only chance." [JL comes out, with his XW Title he RETAINED... WOOO... and comes ringside, near Hamid... who tries to wave him away in irritation. JL claps, with his XW Title on his shoulder, waving to Kutter who rolls his eyes. He turns, and DVD gets a kick and goes for another DDT, but Kutter shoves him back and away- Macklin: "Things are gonna get real bad for DVD real quick. Hamid relectantly, I guess, brought out the cavalry." [ DVD goes back and Kutter scoops him for his Cradle Piledriver... DVD locks his legs around Kutter's head and neck and hits a swinging head scissors, barely saving himself at the last second... he heads up.. and Kutter pounces, having gotten up fast and hits the GORE when DVD wasn't even fully up. The crowd roars, as Kutter puts up his arms, and JL slides in the ring, grabbing Kutter's arms in victory. Macklin: "What the heck is he doing?" [ Kutter gets irritated, ripping his arm away from JL, and shoving him back. JL is MIFFED to be sure, and reaches in his tights as Kutter goes for DVD- JL grabs Kutter, turning him around, and smacks him hard in the face, rocking Kutter back.... the bell rings. Hamid: "DONT YOU DARE RING THE BELL! MATCH CONTINUES!" Macklin: ".... what?" [Hamid is jumping around, and around, getting overly excited, as Kutter comes at JL again- and we see it better: Brass KNUX! JL gives it to Kutter on the side of his left eye, deflecting the monster off his original collision course with JL... DVD slinks back to a corner, as JL gets Kutter into the corner and rains down hits form the brass knux.... Hamid: "Now you won't bite the hand that fed you, Kutter! You fool! you incesant fool! You thought you were invincible..." [JL tosses Kutter down, and steps over him, putting his head through the ropes to see Hamid, face to face. JL holds Kutter's hair. Hamid: "You're not invincible! You're just as cocky and stupid as WallStreet! ONLY I AM INVINCIBLE! I defeated Goldman! I defeated McMillion! I'll defeat Wallstreet and MSN.... but you?! You'll be defeated by David... Van.... Dam!!!" [JL brings Kutter up, and does what Hamid orders him to.... Hamdi says SMACK him, and JL lets his hand extended, smack Kutter in the face with the knux, and Kutter reels, going down to one knee, and JL smashes into Kutter's forehead and temple with the knux, rocking and reeling the orgins of Season10.... Kutter's eyes are half closed, as JL rips him up and does the "Perfect Alibi"... Macklin: "Hamid Ismaili has turned on his own creation!!!" [ Kutter pushes up, and DVD looks from him to JL... and back to him... then lurches towards JL... Macklin: "Is DVD going to help Kutter?! Maybe he does have a shred of dignity!!!" [ The HERO, DVD, luncges towards JL, and side steps to send a kick right into Kutter's head. Macklin: "Nevermind...." Askin: "Hamid has ordered this match not stop, and with Kutter's forehead and ear looking like raw hamburger, it look slike this turn may have dire meaning for the Champion." Macklin: "How eerie, and wierd, and misplaced is it to see Kutter vulnerable?" [ Kutter is swaying on his knees, as JL ducks out of the ring, and DVD picks up Kutter- Kutter swings wildly, and almost blindly, missing by a mile and getting caught in the "Last Chance".... it connects and Kutter is down and out. DVD gets up, feeling the passion, I suppose, as the arena boos... Crowd: "YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK!" [ DVD raises his arms, and puts his foot across Kutter's chest. ONE! TWO!... the ref hesitates... Askin: "I'm thinking Rufus knows Kutter is gonna be pissed..." Hamid: "COUNT IT! COUNT IT OR ILL FIRE YOU RIGHT NOW!" [ Rufus brings his hand down again, but Kutter lifts up his shoulder- the crowd erupts, DVD's face drops, and Hamid goes ballistic... Kutter rolls DVD's leg and flips him over, onto his stomach. DVD races Kutter up, and Kutter puts a tree stump of a leg into his gut, and goes for a gutwrench... he lifts DVD up on his shoulder, and DVD sifts the weight so he can do an inverse Bulldog... it hits, and DVD pumps his arm going "YES!".... as he turns to Kutter, Kutter goes to throw him- DVD lands on the top turnbuckle,... Kutter comes at him but DVD hooks his arms as he climbs, and nails the "Tipping Point".... DVD turns him over and ONE! TWO! Kutters foot drapes over the ropes, but Hamid shoves it off- THREE! The bell rings, as "Get your Handz Off" rings true, and Hamid Ismaili comes into the ring with the W2K Championship, and Johnny Legend.... Hamid: "If only you would listen, Kutter! We could have done so much... but, I found men who will do what I say! When I say! you? You were too stupid to know what you had, and you thought you got it by yourself. I got it for you, Kutter... i got it for you.... and now, I taketh it away, and scorn thee!" [ Hamid kicks away at Kutter, as "Get Your Handz Off plays", DVD not even paying attention, just holding the W2K Title at the top rope, being booed.... Macklin: "That sneak, DVD.... he'd do anything, he even sold his soul just for some gold!" Askin: "Wait till the fall out.... wait till the fall out....." [We fade out, with Hamid, JL, and DVD in the ring, over a downed Kutter... DVD has his head tilted back, the spotlight on hism and the W2K Championship....... | |
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