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New Year's Resolutions IV
1/28/2008
| One year ago, W2K closed seasons ten and eleven, dashing the hopes and careers of many men, and dislocating many others. All throughout the United States and world, those men searched for something even remotely similar. Today, they come back to San Antonio. They come back home. Wrestling 2000 presents a very special kickoff to Season Twelve, with an unnannounced Pay Per View featuring Cross, Dangerously, Legend, Mitchell, Dante Cross, ALia Star, Sef Kinsley, Scott Blaze, Drew Stevenson and so many more. Rounding out the new generation for Season Twelve, joining our already illustrious roster, is Christian Othniel, Rories Steels, Scott Addams, Bobbie Jay, Tony Rich, Darren Stevens... and so many more. "South Texas Deathride" starts.... | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Opening Scene | | The opening to "South Texas Deathride" is blazing across the PA, as the camera scans the crowd ,long sweeping motions left to right and figure eighting up and down to catch all the signs, all the excitement, all the electricity. As Union Underground croons, "Come come, come on get up", out walks Joey Kewl, onto stage, standing there and letting the crowd chant. Crowd: "DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY!" The fists punch the wind out of the air in the arena, as Joey nods, and walks towards the ring.as he hits the steps and enters, reaching back out to get a mic, the song slowly fades, as he paces the ring. Crowd: "DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY!" Joey's lips purse and tighten in a moment of emotion. They love him, they really love him! Maybe, W2K's greatest commentator just wants to feel the moment himself, as the seconds tick by and yet, he hasn't said a word. Joey Kewl: "I hate to be the uptight prag that ruins the party... " Crowd: "DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY!" The chants start to soften some. Joey Kewl: "Like I siad, I hate to be the one to rain on the parade, but let's have a moment of rememberance. Let's tear into our own company's psyche, and look at the last time we were all here, in San Antonio. This, ladies and gentlemen... is how W2K died." The lights dim, as Joey looks up at the Jumbotron. In a white out, the scene opens. We hear microphones hit the table as the announcers leave and climb into the ring now along with the complete roster and staff of W2K. Everyone’s left in the ring celebrating the final match on the final show in the final season of Wrestling Two Thousand. As the ring fills more and more, it completely gives out under the weight of all the people and flattens down to the floor. We see Cross and CM shaking hands, then both men holding their newly won titles up in the air. Rebecca Rancid walks over and gets a hug from Cross as she hoists her newly won Championess title in the air. Ryan Cain walks up as does JT Kash. We see NED and XAW. Cross and NED shake hands as XAW and NED then raise CM up on their shoulders. We then see JT and Ryan lift Cross up on theirs. Seifer and Jake come out from the crowd of people and lift Rebecca up in the air. We see Hamid shaking hands with the fans as The Exiles are putting the tag titles on fans�?shoulders and shaking hands with people. Joey and Trunks are mixing it up with everyone. Scott Blaze is out there, someone shows him a sign that says “Blaze Fears Poop�? Kevin dies a little on the inside. Ace Hart’s out there, along with The Slaxors. Tim Torn. Amber, Tyna, Summer and Serenity. Everyone. The refs the interviewers the janitor, every single person in the building is out there in or around that ring. A massive W2K chant erupts throughout the arena as we finally fade off to black, and the sounds of the fans and wrestlers stop. But it doesn’t appear to be the end just yet. Now, the Jumbotron blacks out, leaving the arena in pitch darkness. Slowly the lights raise and Joey stands there with his head hung low in morning. Seconds pass. Thrity. Forty five. And then a minute as Joey's hand finally lifts the mic to his lips, and without looking up... Joey Kewl: "And, so, tonight..." His head tilts back up, with a grin, as his voice gets more prominant and powerful... Joey Kewl: "WE SHOW YOU HOW WE LIVE!" The crowd explodes after their few minutes of silence, some drinks flying in the air, signs shaking, fingers pointing, people hollering- Crowd: "WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!" Joey Kewl: "No... we say welcome back to YOU. The MSN circuit. MSN has finally found it's home again, what's made it again. MSN has finally gone full circle. To all the nay sayers... to all who doubt, I ask of all you fans and wrestlers alike... if it's only for three months- let's make it the best damned three months you've ever seen in your WHOLE.... FUCKING... LIFE!" "South Texas Deathride" comes back on, as we fade.... Crowd: "DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY!" | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Backstage with the boss... er, bosses? | | With W2K's theme still playing in the distance, with the fans still audiable, we cut backstage. There, we see a familiar face, he who called W2K to arms, he who rallied the troops for one last stand..... agian... Hamid Ismaili. Hamid Ismaili: "And to what do I owe this displeasure?" The crowd cheers, as, even though Hamid is freakin insane and violent, he's always been more- over the guy who wants to push through the envelope when running Wrestling 2000... but the anticipation of knowing who he's talking to is satisfied when the camera pans and shows... Jeremy McMillion. Jeremy McMillion: "Oh, Hammy, I just came by to see if you needed any help." Hamid Ismaili: "Are you serious? You I've got to be kidding. Why not go to Chicago where they're begging for help. Save Chicago, SAVE THE WORLD, do you not know that? Be at ease, you little worm... this show is going off without a hitch." Jeremy McMillion: "That's not what you said when trying to get your hands on my chequebook the past few weeks, Hamid. Besides... I know you're going to be quite busy in the foreseeable future answering MSN guided inquiries... tsk tsk. Blowing up an arena, Hamid? Was that really necessary?" Hamid Ismaili: "... I was hyped up for the 'Rambo' premiere. Can't a man be caught up in the excitement?!" Jeremy McMillion: "Yes, well- we've been down this road so many times. You can't do it without my money, and I can't do it without your following. You know the score. And you know I didn't chip in to be a silent partner. And... don't think tonight's main event slipped by me. You know we had reasons, Hamid, reasons for keeping them seperated for years. And you're going to waste it on a comeback show? And you say Chicago is desperate." Hamid doesn't speak. His jaw tightens. Jeremy McMillion: "I'm going to take a walk around, perhaps see if anything around here needs... a more corporate touch." The Jerm blows by Hamid, who's frown follows down his body into his balled fists. But now he has reason to be happy, as Johnny Legend, who people actually call Hamid's lapdog, shows up. Johnny Legend: "Have a good Rammadon boss?" Hamid Ismaili: "What?" Johnny Legend: "Don't worry about it boss. Listen, we need to talk. I know that everyone's hyped up about this whole Dangerously/Cross thing, but if I learned anything in my stint in BWA, it's that Dangerously does not draw money... so maybe you should do that mangerial thing you do and replace him with me, or just him and Cross, or, just skip the match and give the belt to me anyways. You know?" Hamid sighs. He then proceeds to ignore everything Johnny said. Hamid Ismaili: "No matter what, Johnny, we cannot allow Dangerously to win the title. He's known to be in business with the Jerm. And McMillion is already a thorn in my side, and we haven't even been here fifteen munutes. If he has the Champion in his camp that thorn will turn into a sword. A sword I will pull out of my own ribs and proceed to hack your career into pieces. Got it?" Johnny Legend: "...... sadly, yes. But siding with Cross?!" Hamid Ismaili: "Lesser of two evils." Johnny Legend: "Here's an idea... why not make it easy on yourself. You don't like Dangerously, you know you can't trust him. You don't know if you can trust Cross... so why not.... erm, make that match non-title and then make a W2K Title match between me, and someone you fired so I win by default? I like this idea, and if I came up with it myself I'd be embarassed to bring it up, but there's this fan, a ten year old with cancer, in a hospital... that wrote me a letter, here, let me read it-" He pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. Johnny Legend: "Ahem, Dear Mister Johnny, Hamid should make you Cha-" Hamid Ismaili: "SILENCE! We don't have time for this, John. I'm counting on you to make a decision. You're either in this for you, or you're in this for W2K... tonight, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure Dangerously does not become Champion." Johnny Legend: "Everything, that is... except for changing the match." Hamid Ismaili: "Have a sense of adventure, John. This war between the Jerm and I, a very decisive battle will be fought tonight. And, I have the heart of a warrior. Blood must be shed. It must be this way." Johnny slaps his forehead as Hamid takes his leave, and we fade. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
High Risk Championship Tables Match
Sef Kinsley (c) vs Scott Addams | We go back to the ring area, where Sef Kinsley has already made his way down to the ring for his title defense. The High Risk Championship belt is still strapped round his waist... and he’s brought a table into the ring, leaning it up against the corner. Pyxii stands next to him, arms crossed. The barricades down the short rampway are lined with tables too... Bink: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A TAAABLESSS MATCH FOR THE W2K HIGH-RISK CHAMPIONSHIP... ALREADY IN THE RING IS THE CHAMPIONNNN...WEIGHING IN AT 240lbssssssssss.. FROM HOUSTONNN, TEXAS, USA!!!!.... SEFFF KINSLEYYY!!" The lights dim down as the guitar opening of "Reject Yourself" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. And with every strum of the strings red lights quickly flash. As the song begins to pick up, the red lights begin to flash more heavily, then with one big flash the arena lights are back to normal and smoke begins to fill up at the entrance way as Scott Addams comes bursting out from backstage. He wears a black muscle shirt with a dark red and white tribal insignia on the chest, with his shorts style of trunks. Bink: "AAAND HIS OPPONENT!!! WEIGHING 220lbsss... FROM PEORIA, ILLINOIS, USAAA!!!... SCOTT.. ADDAMSSSSSS!!" Gathering a mixed reaction by the fans and walks down the centre on the ramp, brushing his facial hair with his hands he smirks as he approaches the ring. Walking off to the left, to the stairs, he jogs up the stairs and to the centre of the apron where he puts his back to the ropes, hooking the top rope with his arm, leaning back and looking around at the crowd. Scott turns around and then planting his hands on the top rope he jumps over the top and into the ring... staring straight at the Champion... Joey Kewl: "Addams is the arrogant newcomer, with Kinsley having the experience-edge in this one." DING DING!! Kinsley, who had unstrapped his belt already, throws it at Scotts face, distracting him, before rushing in with a CLOTHESLINE!!! Sef starts stomping down on Addams throat over and over again. Kinsley quickly bends down and rips Scott off the mat... Kinsley nails Scott with a big right hand to the chin. Scott staggers back, and Kinsley grabs his arm, whipping him toward the table... oh! Addams puts the brakes! Grabbing Sef’s arm, and whipping HIM into the table! Sef lands on the table, not breaking it, he’s just leant against it.... Addams follows up, leaping in mid-air straight from the canvas.... Kinsley DUCKS OUT THE WAY! SCOTT PUTS HIMSELF THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Joey Kewl: "It doesn’t count guys!" Scott is on his knees, bent over in the table wreckage... Kinsley rolls out the ring quickly, and looks under the ring apron.. quickly pulling out a LADDER! Trunks Kenni: "Sef isn’t just settling for tables!" Sef slides the ladder into the ring, and climbs in afterward. Sef grabs the ladder so it leans horizontally against his chest... Scott is now upright, and Sef swings one end of the ladder into Addams gut!... Sef points one end of the ladder toward Addams... and drives it into his Chest! Kinsley leans the ladder against the opposite turnbuckle... then turns round and rushes forward towards Addams.. Clothesline attempt- MISSES! Scott Addams turns Sef round and drives a knee up into his gut. Addams grabs Sef’s arm, and irish whips him toward the ladder.... Addams follows up behind... but Sef, with presence of mind, steps UP THE LADDER! FLYING BACKWARD WITH AN ELBOW SMASH ON ADDAMS! Joey Kewl: "Sef won’t be caught out today!" Kinsley rolls out the ring, walking over to the tables that line the walk way. He grabs one, and slides it in... Kinsley goes back again, grabbing another table and sliding that one into the ring too. Sef climbs into the ring himself, grabbing one ladder and setting it up... Scott has reached one knee, still unable to get any effective offense in... Kinsley grabs his head with both hands and pulls him up slowly... Kinsley tries to toss him onto the ladder... but Addams kicks Sef just below the knee! Joey Kewl: "Desperation there!" Scott forearm smashes Sef twice in the chin, and pushes him onto the table, so he’s lying flat. Addams grabs the ladder and sets it up properly in that same corner, it hovers over Sef and the table. Addams climbs the ladder, but Sef is waking up a little now... he slides off the table... and shimmys up the ladder, clubbing Addams down on the back. Kinsley manages to stretch his leg round to the other side of the ladder, with his back now facing the turnbuckle... Kinsley and Addams face each other, reaching the top, and now starting too exchange vile blows to the face. Addams grabs Sef’s long hair, and slams his face down onto the top of the ladder... Addams looks behind him precariously at the table below him... he looks back, and Sef backhands him across the face. Sef grabs Addams now, and pulls him to the side... suddenly both men lose balance, tumbling off the ladder and hitting the CANVAS!!! Joey Kewl: "Oh! Poor landing there Trunks!" Addams climbs too his feet first... he stuns Sef a little by stamping on the back of his head.. Addams quiclly grabs the other table, setting it up.. and then placing it on top of the other table... Trunks Kenni: "I ain’t jealous of whoevers goin�?through that one Joey." Addams goes too pick up Sef, but Kinsley suddenly grabs his waist and wrestles Scott to the ground. Sef pummels Addams in the gut with rights and lefts, knocking the wind out of him. Kinsley climbs to his feet and bring Scott up with him. Kinsley gets Scott in the headlock and drags him round the table and toward the ladder again... Kinsley pulls Scotts head back, then tries to slam it against the ladder.. but Scott puts his hands out! Addams elbows Sef hard in the chin! And then pushes the High Risk champion through the ropes and too the outside. Scott looks down at Sef, who’s rubbing his chin... and climbs the ladder again, his back facing that two-storey table set. Kinsley reaches under the apron.. and slowly pulls out a steel chair... Addams shouts at Sef, telling him too ‘get his ass up�?.. Joey Kewl: "Scott looking to do something sick here before he puts Sef through that table..." Kinsley gets up to his feet, Chair in one hand... he smirks... and suddenly throws the chair hard at Addams. Scott tries to get his hands up, but it’s not enough as the chair smashes him almost clean in the nose! Joey Kewl: "Woah!" Trunks Kenni: "He’s drawn blood!" Sef climbs up the turnbuckle... and then onto the Ladder... Scott is struggling too stay on the ladder, one hand on his bloody nose... Sef shrugs, "Fuck it" emerging from his mouth... before he ploughs shoulder first low into Addam’s chest.... A type of Spear....... STRAIGHT INTO THE TABLES BELOW!!! Joey Kewl: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Trunks Kenni: "HOLY.... UH... SHIT!" The two men smash through both tables... the bell sounding. Bink: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!... YOUR WINNNERRR HERE... AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL W2K HIGH-RISK CHAMPIONNN!!!... SEFFF KINSLEYY!!!" Pyxii slides into the ring with the Belt in hand. She pulls Sef away from the wreckage, and pushes the belt to his chest, grinning at him. Sef smirks... laying on his back, hurting a little from the fall. The referee kneels down next to a broken Scott Addams, as we fade too black. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Backstage | "OHH HHHHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NO BITCH!" Bobbie Jay bursts into Hamid’s office unannounced, too Ismaili’s displeasure. "Ya’ll can’t be pullin diz shit." "...", Hamid doesn’t understand ‘cause he isn’t down with the kids. "Where in the HELL is my mutha�?fuckin�?match, Hamid?" Before Hamid can even respond.. "Of course this is how I expect white mutha�?fuckin�?supremists too act... dis-respectin�?a nigga. Ya’ll jus�?dont understand the effect of RACISM, do you... bitch?!" Of course he doesnt, he’s only middle-eastern. "I mean LOW AND BEHOL�?A BRUTHA�?GETS AN OPPORTUNITY. OHHHHH NO!" BJ slams a closed fist on the desk, "THERE GON�?B�?SUM MUTHA�?FUCKIN�?CHANGES RIGHT HERE!" "What the hell are you blabbering on about? Racism? You don’t think I understand that?" "Ya’ll tellin�?me you understand the effects of racism?... Cause there’s only one brutha in here that reall understands, and that’s me. So don’t ya’ll go givin me that JIVE TALK BITCH! I could cut ya’ll open, hm?" "Just leave." BJ frowns.. "MUTHA�?FUCKA�?" BJ spins round and strides toward the door... BJ mutters too himself, "Fuckin�?white bitches givin�?a brutha�?a hard time..." He walks out the office, slamming the door shut as we fade too black. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Championess Championship Match
Alia Starr vs Rorie Steel | Harold Binkle: "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the W2K Championess Title!" The lights go out and the fans turn their attention to the entrance. 'Archetype' by Fear Factory hits and smoke fills the stage. The titantron shows a womans face and stream of orange blood dripping down from the top of the screen. 'Rorie Steele' is read on the screen and Rorie walks towards the ring, looking around at the fans. Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia Canada, weighing in at 128lbs......RORIE STEELE! Trunks Kenni: "She gives me a funny feeling in my pantolones." Rorie climbs the steps and heads into the ring, walking to the far side beginning to stretch as she waits for her opponent. She doesnt wait long though. The lights dim down, and as different colour lights flash around the arena, "I Love You" by Tila Tequila is heard throughout the arena on the public announce system. Alia walks onto the ramp and looks out over the crowd who is booing at her, smirking she raises her arms in the air. Binkle: And Introducing her opponent, from Calgary Alberta Canada, weighing in at 130lbs.....ALIA STARR! As she drops her arms down, Alia heads towards the ring, stepping onto the steel steps, she climbs up and stand on the ring apron, blowing a kiss to all the fans, Alia climbs through the middle and bottom rope. In the ring, Alia once again raises her arms in the air, as she takes in the crowds hatred for her. Smiling, she walks to the ropes and leans on them, staring across the ring at Rorie who has just been checked over by the referees for any 'foreign objects'. Joey Kewl: "I think we'll have a harassment suit coming up..." Finally the bell rings and both women move forward, circling around one another for a short time before finally locking up. The two wrestle back and forth, each trying to get an advantage on the hold and finally, Alia brings a knee up to the stomach of Rorie, and quickly suplexs her back down to the mat. Slightly surprised, Rorie gets back to her feet and heads Alias way. She attempts a clothesline which Alia ducks but comes off the ropes and hits her opponent with a flying forearm smash sending Alia to the mat this time. Alia is quick to get to her feet but is met even quicker by right hands from Rorie, who irish whips her opponent into the ropes and sends her to the mat once again with a drop kick. Again Alia is picked up this time grappled with and put into a quick headlock that quickly turns into a sleeper hold. Alia begins to fade slowly but comes back to life after letting her hand fall once, elbowing Rorie in the gut a few times before finally breaking the hold. Trunks Kenni: "ALia comes back form the brink of disaster!" Alia quickly begins to come back with a fury of lefts and rights before sending Rorie to the mat with a quick DDT. Rorie is covered for a pin attempt but she manages to kick out at 2 rather easily. Alia shrugs, giving Rorie a quick shot to the head before picking her up and whipping her against the ropes, catching her and putting her back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Once again Alia goes for a pin but again only gets a count of two, obviously a little more frustrated now then she was the first time. She straddles Rories chest and begins lacing into Rorie with rights and lefts, the referee giving a count, warning Alia to get off. Finally Alia complies, getting up and picking Rorie up with her by the hair. Alia begins to irish whip Rorie but brings her back quickly and sends her down yet again with a short armed clothesline, only to bring her back up, and this time throw her into the corner. Alia moves up closer to her dazed opponent, attempting to pick her up but is knocked back when Rorie brings an elbow to the side of Alias head. She quickly grabs Alia reversing positions, putting Alia into the corner and begins with her own rights and lefts dazing her opponent. She quickly puts Alia onto the top rope, punches her once again before taking a few steps back. She runs forward, flipping and hitting Alia with a very impressive looking top rope hurricarana downing the former APW Champ. Joey Kewl: "Like Cruiserweights...!" Trunks Kenni: "Only hotter!" Rorie quickly covers Alia, hooking the leg and the referee jumps down for the count, but somehow Alia is able to get a leg up just after 2. Rorie mouths a curse as she picks Alia back up to her feet, then sending her right back down again almost in the exact same place with a neckbreaker. Again Rorie tries a pin, trying to steal a quick win, but this time Alia gets a shoulder up with a little more enthusiasm. Again Rorie picks Alia up, whipping her against the ropes and bending down to back drop her opponent, but instead Alia comes up and ends up sending Rorie down with a lighting quick swinging neck breaker! Alia stays down for a moment, catching her breathe, but is up first with ease and picks up Rorie along with her. She throws Rorie into the corner, picking her up and putting her onto the turnbuckle, climbing up to meet Rorie, she puts her into position for a DDT but before Alia can complete the move, Rorie comes to and pushes Alia back down onto the mat! Rorie stands to her feet on the top of the turnbuckle, looks around just for a moment before jumping off and landing an AMAZING shooting star leg drop! Rorie quickly covers Alia for the pin, hooking the leg as the referee jumps down to count.... Joey Kewl: "ITS OVER ITS OVER!" ONE.... ...TWO...... ..THR.......NO! Alia manages to get a shoulder up at the absolute last second, keeping the match going. Rorie rolls off of Alia slowly, both women staying down on the mat as the referee begins to count. He doesnt get much past three before both women begin to slowly climb to their feet however, meeting in the middle of the ring, exchanging lefts and rights. Finally Alia gains the upper hand, blocking a shot from Rorie and beginning into her own. For the third time in the match Rorie is sent into the corner, and this time Alia follows her in quickly, hitting a clothesline. Rorie is once AGAIN picked up and placed onto the top turnbuckle and this time, Alia manages to send her crashing back down with a top rope tornado clothesline! Without going for the pin, Alia climbs up onto the turnbuckle herself, and leaping off hitting Rorie with a moonsault! Alia quickly hooks the leg and the referee jumps down, sliding across the ring as his hand hits the mat 1.........2...............NO! Rorie hasnt kicked out.....no, instead Alia has lifted her opponents shoulders off the mat. Joey Kewl: "What the-" Trunks Kenni: "If I was alone with Rorie, I wouldn't want it to end either... mmmm..." A grin comes across Alias face as she stands, bringing Rorie up with her. She slaps her opponent across the face, yelling something inaudible at her before finally kicking her in the gut and setting her up for 'The Starr'. Alia looks around slowly for a moment before finally, she delivers the move, sending Rorie to the mat. Alia covers Rorie in the middle of the ring as the referee jumps down yet again. Joey: This could be it! We could have a new champion here! One......Two...............THREE! The bell rings finally and Alia is handed the title as she stands. The referee raises her hand in the air as 'I Love You' begins to blare over the P.A. system again. Binkle: Here is your winner and the NEW W2K Championess.......ALIAAA STARRRRR!!! The fans boo loudly as Alia holds the title high in the ring, her music blaring throught he speakers. She looks down at her opponent again, smirking before leaving the ring and heading up the entrance way. She stops once more, raising the title above her head before disappearing behind the black curtain as the pay per view cuts to another scene. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Backstage fun with Hamid and Johnny!! | Hamid Ismaili: "So predictable..." The camera opens on Ismaili looking down the hallway in the backstage area, infront of him stands Johnny Legend, just outside a half-opened doorway, putting on the good ol' JL charm. Hamid Ismaili: "Outside the Ladies locker room..." Legend turns too Hamid after hearing him distantly... Before JL can speak, the door he WAS facing is slammed shut. Legend, looking desperate, knocks on the door once... Johnny Legend: "Come on baby, you don't know what you're missing..." The reaction is a little hazy with the door in the way, but we're pretty sure she just told Johnny 'where too go'. Legend huffs and puffs, turning compeltely toward Hamid, who walks toward him. Johnny Legend: "Thanks for ruining my mojo, Hamid." Hamid Ismaili: "Sorry Johnny but there's more pressing matters..." Hamid sighs... Hamid Ismaili: "Im putting you in a match tonight... a last second replacement." Legend's brow raises... Hamid Ismaili: "Scott Blaze is refusing too play ball, so you're in the Impact Title match." Legend sighs, combing his hand back through his hair. Johnny Legend: "Come on Hamid, im way past that. For a moment there I thought you were slotting me into the W2K Title match." Hamid smirks. Johnny Legend: "Impact is BUSH LEAGUE!... Hear me? It's BUSH League. Way below Johnny Legend." Hamid Ismaili: "We've already had this discussion Johnny. You'll just have too settle for the Impact title, okay?" Hamid smirks again, even cackling lightly as he walks off down the hall. Legend gives him a petulent stare... then turns away in disgust, as we fade too black. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
New Generation Steps Up Ladder Match
Winner recieves Impact Title Shot at Anarchy IV
Tony Rich vs Darren Stevens vs Christian Othniel | "Born To Win" hits and Darren Smith is spotted in the audience. The camera zooms in one him and he flips off the camera and shoves it out of the way and makes his way through the crowd. Jumping on the barricade he turns toward the audience and tells them to suck and yells some curses before doing a back flip and landing on his feet in the ring area. Sliding in the ring he looks toward the ramp and waits for his opponet.<o:p></o:p> "Clothes Off" hits on the P.A system and the lights dim as green and blue strobe lights hit the ramp way and smoke feels the entrance ramp. Tony Rich is seen with his back faceing the audience through the fog. The chorus hits and Tony Rich turns around takes off his shades and licks his lips. Tony walks down the ramp with a cocky grin when out of nowhere, Christian comes charging out from behind the curtains and axehandles Tony in the back knocking him down, the ref signals for the bell.<o:p></o:p> Ding... Ding... Ding...<o:p></o:p> Christian begins stomping on Tony repeatedly as Darren quickly exits the ring. Darren rushes over there as Christian looks up, they begin trading punches as this thing has already gotten hectic.<o:p></o:p> Joey- These guys are already taking it outside here with a slug fest.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- I want blood!<o:p></o:p> Darren gets the upper hand, he hits Christian with a hard right rocking him back. Tony begins getting back up as Darren grabs Christian and sees Tony getting up, he goes to irish whip him into Tony but Christian reverses it and throws Darren that way and out of nowhere, Tony hits a huge superkick flattening Darren.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- Hahaha! That nig...<o:p></o:p> Joey cuts him off before he gets any further.<o:p></o:p> Joey- You can't say that!<o:p></o:p> Trunks- Why?<o:p></o:p> Joey- Because, you just can't!<o:p></o:p> We get back to the action where Christian and Tony are now outside battling it out, trading punches to see who is superior but Darren crawls over to the ring and reaches under it, he drags out a ladder and gets to his feet as Christian and Tony are too busy fighting each other to notice. Darren slides the ladder into the ring and then gets in himself, he sets up the ladder and begins climbing it.<o:p></o:p> Joey- Darren an opportunist here.<o:p></o:p> Christian quickly kicks Tony in the groin and charges the ring sliding in, he runs over hitting Darren in the back then getting into position where he powerbombs Darren off of the ladder and onto the canvas, the fans really cheering after that move.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- YES! Christian saved this thing.<o:p></o:p> Joey- What a powerbomb there by Christian.<o:p></o:p> As Darren lies there motionless, Christian starts climbing the ladder, he looks up at the briefcase then at Tony who is on the outside still but now getting up. Christian takes in a deep breath before leaping off with a huge cross-body onto Rich on the outside flooring. The fans erupt in cheers.<o:p></o:p> Fans- HOLY SHIT!HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!<o:p></o:p> Joey- Holy shit is right.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- What a move there by Christian.<o:p></o:p> Everybody is down as Darren starts to stir, Christian clutches his ribs pulling himself up to his feet and sliding into the ring. Thy both see each other and begin trading punches again, however, Christian begins getting the upper hand as Darren hits a huge knee to his gut then grabs Christian by the back of his head and launches him face first into the ladder as it falls over and Christian lands ontop of it lying there. Tony enters the ring, he quickly looks around and grabs Darren hitting a huge reverse DDT then quickly springboarding off of the top rope hitting a textbook springboard 450 landing onto Christian who lied on the ladder, the fans gasping at this insane action.<o:p></o:p> Joey- Total chaos here Trunks.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- Agreed Joey.< Tony rolls off of Christian holding his back, he begins getting up and shoves Christian off of the ladder before setting it up. He slowly begins climbing it, looking to seize the moment here.<o:p></o:p> Joey- Tony looking to gain this huge opportunity here.< Tony reaches, he's an inch off. He reaches again but Darren has gotten up and hit him in the gut, Darren climbs up the ladder now as both men begin trading punches, this being a very dangerous position here for both of these men. Darren begins getting the upper hand, he slams Tony's face into the top of the ladder but here comes Christian. <o:p></o:p> Joey- Things looking bad here for Tony.<o:p></o:p> Christian grabs the ladder, he tips it over as Darren and Tony go flying to the outside of the ring, both men lying there motionless as the fans are erupting.<o:p></o:p> Fans- That was insane... That was insane... That was insane...<o:p></o:p> Christian sets up the ladder, he starts climbing it as it looks as if he just might win this thing here.<o:p></o:p> Joey- After that huge spill, Christian hoping to win here.<o:p></o:p> Christian reaches up grabbing the briefcase, he pulls it down as the bell sounds thus declaring him the winner of this huge ladder match.<o:p></o:p> Trunks- YES! Christian won here tonight.<o:p></o:p> Joey- He sure did. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Backstage | Bobbie Jay busts into the mens locker room, huffing and puffing. The only other person in there is newcomer Darren Smith... Bobbie Jay: "Mutha' fucka'..." Darren Smith: "What's up homie?" Darren takes a swig of water, moping his forehead with a towel at the same time... Bobbie Jay: "Fed up with racist mutha' fucka's... you?" Darren Smith: "Wrestlin-.." Bobbie Jay: "WHAT?" BJ stares down at Darren. Bobbie Jay: "YA'LL TELLIN ME YA'LL HAVIN' A MATCH T'NITE?" BJ doesnt give Darren time too respond... Bobbie Jay: "Come on homie... COME ON!!!... Get Bobbie Jay in involved man!" BJ gives Darren a manly slap on the shoulder. Bobbie Jay: "Help a brutha' out?... Come on man... HELP A MUTHA' FUCKIN' BRUTHA' OUT MUTHA' FUCKA'!!" Darren stands up... Darren Smith: "Calm yo'self foo'!..." Darren shakes his head... Darren Smith: "Match is already done dude..." BJ frowns.. Bobbie Jay: "Oh... Did ya'll win?" Darren Smith: "...Na" BJ raises his hands to the heavens.. Bobbie Jay: "ONCE AGAIN... SOME MUTHA' FUCKA' IS HOLDIN THE BLACK MAN DOWN. FUCK YOU MUTHA' FUCKAAAAA'!!" Smith raises a brow... and quietly walks away, leaving BJ too rant. Fuck!.... Fade too black. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Impact Championship Triple Threat Match
Drew Stevenson vs Johnny Legend vs Dante Cross | Joey: Right now is the time for the RETURN of the Impact championship! Trunks: Stop being so over dramatic! This title hasn’t meant a whole lot since Jacob Mitchell disowned it. The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing ''Burning Bright'' by Shinedown just as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans -Insert cheer or boo- him, he just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green Chute Boxe style shorts, dark green kneepads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. He begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway. Joey: Drew Stevenson making his return to a W2K ring. You know I heard Grand Rapids dropped the soap so to speak and, well�?/FONT> Trunks: Got butt fu**ed and lost Drew? Joey: Well…yeah. Trunks: Same thing happened to your mom. Joey: OOOHHHHH!!!! Arena lights dim a little...
"Whoooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-BOOM! HERE COMES THAAA BOOM!"
Strong flicker of all the arena lights before a large spotlight appears on Johnny Legend as he steps out from behind the curtain. "Boom" by P.O.D continues to play as Legend stretches his arms out to the side, opening up his trimmed body and smirking arrogantly at anyone who cares to take notice. Legend pushes his blonde locks back behnd his shoulders, striding down he ramp, toward the ring. Legend takes about 10 seconds too get up the steel steps, concentrating on those in the crowd... Legend climbs into the ring and punches his chest, screaming "YEAH BABY!"...BIG J-L.. RIGHT HERE!!"..... Legend now starts to focus a little more as the arena lights lighten up now, and his music fades out. Joey: And here we have the egotistical Johnny supposedly Legend. Trunks: Who are you to question him? Have you ever wrestled? Joey: I don’t see what that has to do with anything.. Trunks: Have you ever wrestled? Joey: That’s reall- Trunks: HAVE YOU EVER WRESTLED?! Joey: NO!! The opening strains of ‘Go To Sleep�?by Eminem and the lights cut out. “I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely ..�?/FONT> This is when the song kicks in and pyros explode on either side of the entranceway and the house lights come back up. Dante steps out from behind the curtain, looking out over the fans as these Texas fans boo the hell out of the Hardcore Canuck. Dante starts walking down the aisle, jaw-jacking with a few of the more vocal fans as he heads to the ring. �?. I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!�?/FONT> He walks up the metal steps on to the ring apron and then hops over the top rope using the rope. He jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the 2nd rope, looking out over the fans with a smirk that reeks of arrogance. Chuck Buffer: “Hailing from the capitol of Canada; Ottawa, Ontario .. he is the Hardcore Canuck .. DANTE!�? “Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
Go to sleep bitch!�?/FONT> He shakes his head looking out at a fan waving the Texas state flag and hops down. Dante leans in the same corner looking relaxed, as Johnny Legend and Drew Stevenson both oppose him. Joey: Here we go! Trunks: Why do you always say that? Joey: Because…Bo couldn’t think of anything better? Trunks: Gotchya! The bell rings and before anyone gets a chance to make an attack they’re stopped by the sound of music. Stronger by Kanye West to be exact. The fans fill the W2K arena with boos as Scott Blaze comes strolling out in all his stuck up glory. Black suit with black sunglasses and his Flawless title draped over his shoulder. Scott makes his way down to ringside not even paying attention to the glare coming from Drew Stevenson. Scott walks around ringside and approaches the announcing table. Trunks: Scott, Scott! Over here! Move ho! Trunks pushes the ring girl out of the way as Scott takes a seat and puts on a head set while Drew is staring a hole through him in the ring. Scott: Thanks Trunks. Behind Drew Johnny takes advantage of the situation and rushes him with a clothesline to the back of the head that knocks Drew down. JL then puts the boots to Drew as Dante stands back in the corner observing the situation. Scott: See that? I would never take my eyes off of my opponent. Trunks: Scott Blaze would NEVER take his eyes off of his opponent! Joey: So I’ve heard.. Johnny is stomping a hole in Drew as Dante just stands back watching it, finally Johnny kicks Drew rolling him out of the ring to the floor and Legend stands there with his arms raised acting like he just won the W2K title. Trunks: Johnny Legend is in charge! Dante walks up behind Johnny who still has his arms raised shaking his head. Dante taps Johnny on the shoulder as Legend just waves him off at first still celebrating the sneak attack on Drew. Dante puts his hands on his hips lowering his head before spinning Johnny around and nailing him with a right then a left then a right, right, right, left and Legend turns and flips over the top rope and down to the floor where Drew is just now getting back to his feet. Scott: See this, Drew Stevenson taking a break like the shmuck he is! Trunks: HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Drew stumbles towards the table and smacks the glasses off of Scott Blaze’s face. Blaze jumps up as Drew steps back telling him to bring it on but just as they’re ready to fight Dante comes running from behind wit a sliding drop kick to the back of Drew’s head knocking him down on top of the announcers table. Blaze puts his sunglasses back on and pushes Drew off the table. Joey: I feel like *I’m* in the match! Trunks: It’s dangerous out here. Good thing Scott Blaze is here to protect us from that maniac Drew Stevenson! Joey: Scott started it by bad mouthing Drew! Trunks: HE COULDN’T HEAR THAT! Joey: YOU DON’T KNOW THAT! Trunks: What…you mean they can…hear us? Johnny Legend staggers up to his feet turning around as Dante slingshots himself over the top rope, but Legend darts out of the way causing Dante to hit face first on the floor. Scott: That concrete doesn’t taste so good does it Dante? Legend pulls Dante up to his feet and rolls him into the ring then does the same with Drew Stevenson before climbing up on the apron himself and going towards the top rope. Joey: Johnny Legend going high risk here. Drew stands up while Dante gets on his knees behind Drew. Legend dives off for a cross body block but Drew catches him and stumbles backwards. Dante drops down on all four causing Drew to trip over him with Legend on top. Before the referee can even count Dante pulls Legend off and throws him into the corner running in after him with a clothesline. Dante turns around and sees Drew coming and side steps out of the way causing Drew to splash into Legend. Drew bounces off of Johnny and turns around as Dante grabs him in a Rock Bottom type position but Drew fends Dante off with elbows to the head. Dante stumbles away as Drew runs forward and leaps at Dante grabbing him by the back of the head pulling Dante down face first into both of Drew’s knees as Drew lands flat on his back. Trunks: Drew just rearranged the Shooter’s face there. Drew attempts to roll Dante over and pin him but Legend takes advantage and hits Drew in the stomach with a soccer kick. Drew flips over onto his back as Legend mounts Dante and nails him with several hard rights before getting up to a chorus of boos. He walks backwards right into a roll up by Drew. 1... �? KICK OUT! Scott: See that Drew can’t even win with a cheap sneak attack. Trunks: Not even with a cheap sneak attack! Joey: Sigh�?/FONT> Drew rolls off of Legend clutching at his ribs as Dante gets back to his feet. Legend comes running after him but Dante drops on his back grabbing the top rope on his way down and Legend tumbles out of the ring. Dante walks over and pulls Drew up pushing him back into the corner. Dante lands a few clubbing rights before lifting Drew up on the top turnbuckle. Dante hits Drew with a few chops before climbing up on the second rope. Drew tries fending Dante off with punches but Dante gets the better of him and sets up for a Superplex. Scott: Looks like that Michael Jackson plastic freak is gonna bite the big one. Trunks: Yeah that MJ plastic freak doll is gonna bite it hard! Dante picks Drew partly up but Legend stops it with a forearm shot to Dante’s back. Dante drops Drew causing him to fall down on the ring apron and roll off onto the floor. Legend lifts Dante up on his shoulders and walks out to the center of the ring about to give him an electric chair drop but Dante punches Legend a few times in the top of the head, turns over and rolls down Legend’s back rolling him up. The ref slides in to count but Dante lifts Legend back up and runs forward power bombing him out of the ring! He doesn’t stop there, Dante slingshots himself out of the ring again and lands on top of Legend smashing him into the concrete floor!! “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!�?/FONT> Joey: HE JUST BROKE HIS BACK!! AND THEN HE SQUISHED HIM LIKE A PANCAKE!! Scott: I would’ve broken his whole skeleton. Trunks: Fer sure. Joey: Scene kid homo. Drew pulls himself up on the front of the announcers table slowly on the floor. Scott: Oh look at the loser we have here. Scott stands up getting in Drew’s face mocking him. Scott: You’re nothing but a loser, you’re going to lose this match and realize you’ll never be as good as m- Before Scott can finish his sentence Drew nails him with a right hand and turns around walking towards the ring apron. Drew reaches up grabbing the middle rope as Scott Blaze spins him around and sprays something in his yes causing Drew to yell and stumble around blindly in pain. Joey: WAS THAT PEPPER SPRAY!? DID BLAZE JUST SPRAY DREW WITH PEPPER SPRAY?! Scott grabs Drew and pushes him face first into the ring post then hurries and rolls him into the ring while the ref is distracted by yelling at Dante to quit killing Legend and get back in the ring. As Blaze rolls Drew In on one side Dante is sliding back in on the other unaware of what happened. Drew blindly staggers up to his feet rubbing his eyes as Dante comes from behind and slaps on the DOA. Trunks: DOA!! SCOTT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS DREW IS LOSING ALL ON HIS OWN! Scott Blaze is at ringside yelling things at Drew while Drew reaches around frantically grabbing for ropes that are nowhere near him. Dante walks out into the middle of the ring and locks the hold in tight then suplexes Drew over his head onto the back of Drew’s neck. Dante still has the submission locked in as he back rolls onto Drew’s back holding Drew face down in the mat squeezing the Tazzmission choke in as tight as he can. The ref grabs Drew’s arm and raises it up and it drops flat to the mat. He calls for the bell and yells for Dante to break the hold. Dante breaks the hold as the ref brings him the Impact championship. Eminem’s go to sleep hits again as Dante raises the title up in the air. The people boo the Hell out of him, but he’s champion so he doesn’t seem to give a crap. Blaze is seen back stepping up the aisle way as Dante leaves the ring. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Flawless Championship Match
Scott Blaze (c) vs Jacob Mitchell | | Bink: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE FOLLOWING CONTEST, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, IS FOR THE W2K FLAWLESSSS CHAMPIONSHIP!... FIRST... THE CHAMPION!!" "Work It, Make It, Do It, Makes Us Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"
These are the first words we hear after the lights have gone out as the tune of 'Stronger' by Kanye West begins to burst through the speaker system. Almost immediatly, as if not under their own will, the fans to their feet, booing their loudest yelling out profanties and curses as the security team tries to contain them from jumping the guard rails. Pyro goes off just as the song gets to its first verse and after a few seconds, Scott Blaze pushes through the curtain, walking through the smoke and finally coming into full view of the fans, whos booing picks up in velocity ten fold. Bink: "FROM TORONTO, CANADA.. WEIGHING IN AT 250lbsssssssss!!... HE’S THE FLAWLESS CHAMPION... THE ‘Wrestling Iconnn!!�?. SCOTT BLLLAZZEEEE!!! Blaze stops for just a moment, looking around with a smirk on his face before heading to the ring. He slowly pulls himself up onto the apron using the middle rope, then turns around, looking around at the booing fans yet again who are yelling profanaties, some even throwing things in his general direction. He slowly stretches his arms out to the sides as a quick explosion of pyros go off down the sides of the entrance way, ending at the turnbuckles with a final explosion. Another grin seeps through Scotts lips as he quickly ducks through the ropes, heading to the far side of the ring. Trunks Kenni: "What a Dick." Joey Kewl: "Pompus sonuvabitch." The lights in the arena flicker, as the commentators and crowd watches the titantron, waiting for the man's introduction movie to hit. Maroon and golden colored lights fill the arena as the small projecter infront of the stage begin to flash with Jacob's face as one of his trademark tattoo signs. "The End of the Heartache" by Killswitch Engage hits over the P.A. System sending some of the unexpected crowd jumping to their feet. The black curtain was seen pushed to the side as Jacob slowly struts out and stopped at the top. He holds both arms out to his side, with an cocky smirk on his face while he waves the crowd down. Cocking his head back just a slight bit, he dropped his arms back down to his side as he begun to walk down the ramp. Jacob has on his black tights, and tribal design on the back of his tights, which was outlined with a maroon stroke, and in silver letters 'MITCHELL' which was also stroked with a maroon outline. Once he reached the middle of the ramp, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm and closed his eyes. He looked down at the steel ramp as sparks fell from the top of the tron. Bink: "AND THE CHALLENGERRRR...HAILING FROM HONOOOLULUUU, HAWAII!!.. WEIGHING 265lbssssssssssssss!!!.. ‘The Prodigal Son!�?. JACOB... MITCHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!" Lights beamed off of Jacob's body, as a series of camera flashes ripped through the area. Jacob pushed himself back up and made his way down to the bottom of the ramp, he slid into the ring and pushed hismelf up back onto both feet. He stepped over to the ringpost, pulled himself up and extended his arms again. A few gold and maroon lights beamed down on Jacob, causing his body to once again take on a almost godlike appearance with it's glow. Now, the boo's had gotten louder, but Jacob's smirk got wider. He dropped his arms back down to his side and jumped back down to the mat. Jake stepped forward, now making his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite side. He climbed up the turnbuckle again and held his arms out, gathering much more boo's this time around this time around. He held the position for a few few, as his eyes skimmed the darkend crowd. After a few seconds, he dropped doiwn to the mat and backed up into the original post he had used to taunt on. He rolled his head on his shoulders, waiting for the match to commence. Joey Kewl: "Two talented atheletes Trunks. I feel lucky to be here." Trunks Kenni: "You should be, sat next to me n�?all." DING DING!! Blaze slowly walks round the outside of the ring... and soon so does Jacob, both men, eyeing each other up and down with the atmosphere growing here in San Antonio. Blaze smirks, that trademark smirk... Whilst Jake remains looking completely focused. Blaze steps forward once, still smirking... suddenly Mitchell RUSHES forward two or three steps... making Blaze reel back against the ropes. A massively ironic sounding cheer goes up, as Mitchell steps back and grins at Blaze who shakes his head... gulping a little. He wasn’t scared, he just realised he looked a little foolish. Joey Kewl: "This one’s taking a while too get going." Trunks Kenni: "Well theres two big ego’s in the ring, Joey. Niether can afford to lose the first ‘battle�?in this Title match." Blaze screams "COME ON!!" too Mitchell, who seems a little taken aback by that, not expecting such a reaction from Blaze. Mitchell nods and steps forward one... Blaze does the same. Mitchell steps forward again, and Scott rushes in quickly... Oh! Mitchell hooks up his right shoulder, swinging him over with an Arm Drag. Blaze though, rolls straight back too his feet. Mitchell grins... and rushes forward toward Scitt, but at the last second, stamps his foot into Blaze’s gut. Jacob gains control, clubbing his right arm down on the back of Scotts neck. Jacob grabs Scotts head with both hands and flips him over his shoulder... Blaze lands in a sat down position, and gets a DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Mitchell gets back up quickly, as Blaze rolls over clutching his head... BAM! A stomp comes down on Scotts head... and again!... and again!.... Mitchell grabs Scotts head and rips him off the canvas with a bit of attitude... grabbing a clump of Blaze’s thick dark hair and running his face straight into the nearby turnbuckle! Joey Kewl: "Mitchell takes the early advantage here, and dont forget at 265lbs he’s also got the weight advantage." Trunks Kenni: "Man im feelin�?horny." Joey Kewl: "... Thats an interesting take on the action, Trunks." Blaze is leant back in the corner, shaking his head... Mitchell buries a knee into his breadbasket.. and steps back, before slamming a hard KNIFE-EDGE CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST! An ‘Ooooooooo!�?is heard from this predominantly Texan crowd... and Mitchell grabs Blazes right arm, burying another knee into his gut, before pulling back and whipping Scott across the ring into the opposite corner. Mitchell follows up nailing a short-arm clothesline... Blaze’s head flips back, nailing the corner hard, before collapsing too his knees. Jacob leans on the turnbuckle, looking into the crowd and grinning... Mitchell looks back to see Scott crawling into the centre of the ring. Mitchell shakes his head, grabbing Scott by the hair and pulling him up... nice European uppercut into Scott chin... Mitchell runs backwards, bouncing off the ropes and flying forward... Oh! Blaze ducks under a clothesline attempt, turning and grabbing Jacobs waist in a tight Waistlock. Mitchell struggles, trying to rip apart Blaze’s grip. He can’t at first attempt, so he’s elbow smashes Blaze back in the face! Blaze releases, staggering back and bending over a little, clutching his face with one hand. Mitchell turns round and OH! Side-kick to the gut by Scott Blaze. A desperation manoeuvre maybe, but an effective one. Joey Kewl: "Blaze may have found an in-way into this contest, Trunks." Blaze smashes a forearm across Mitchells face, causing the Hawaiian to turn away. Blaze grabs his waist with one hand, and puts his other hand on the back of Jacobs left knee..... Atomic Drop! Mitchell staggers a little, and falls too one knee.. Blaze bends over Mitchell a little, and wraps his arm round his throat in a Sleeper Hold... Both men stand up, hold still applied.. Mitchell shakes his head, tearing at Blaze’s arm... Blaze turns Mitchell over into more of a headlock now. Blaze tightens it again.. stomping down. He looks up at the crowd and grins... Headlock Takeover by Blaze!! He applies it for a couple more seconds, before getting too his feet quickly! Blaze nails the ropes... running back, and hopping over Mitchell.. Blaze hits the opposite ropes, as he bounces back, Mitchell’s half up.... DROP-KICK BY BLAZE!! Mitchell hits the mat, and rolls once... out the ring! Joey Kewl: "Looks like Scott’s gonna take the action outside now." Trunks Kenni: "He’ll crash and burn, Joey." Scott climbs out onto the apron, waiting for Mitchell too get up fully... Blaze makes an ‘axe hammer�?using both hands... and jumps off for a Double Axe Hammer on Mitchell! But Jacob side steps! Blaze hits the ground on his feet, almost crashing fully on into the barricade.... Mitchell hooks his arms up under Scotts shoulders.... lifting him up nicely...... FULL-NELSON SLAM!!! Joey Kewl: "Ohhh! And that surface ain’t made of cushions here, folks!" Blaze clutches his head in pain... Mitchell bends over, breathing hard. The referee looks annoyed, telling Jacob to ‘get his ass in here!�?.. Mitchell grabs Blaze by the head, not being very sympathetic toward the Canadian, and rolls him back into the ring. Mitchell rolls in too, and hooks over Blaze’s leg... Joey Kewl: "Are we about too crown a new Flawless Champ!" ONE!.... TWO!!.. Kick out!! Blaze isn’t done! Mitchell, half expecting the result, quickly gets Blaze to his feet... Irish Whip into the corner! Mitchell follows it up with a stunning Running Back Elbow Smash!! Catching Blaze good and proper on the chin. As Scott staggers out the corner, Mitchell reaches through his legs and over his shoulder, managing to score with a Scoop Slam on the 250 pounder. Jacob walks over to the nearby corner, and starts climbing. Mitchell gets the middle rope, and his foot accidentally slips down, making him lose some balance. Mitchell loses precious seconds, giving Blaze the opportunity to climb too his feet... Mitchell finally reaches the top rope.. but it may be too late... Joey Kewl: "Blaze might have something sick in mind!" Trunks Kenni: "KY Jelly and Rubber Gloves on stand by!" Scott rushes up to Mitchell.. stepping onto the bottom rope, and wrapping his arms round Mitchell’s waist....... Pulling him back for a SUPPPPPPERRRR-GERMAN SUPLEXX!!!! MITCHELLS LANDS ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK!! Joey Kewl: "HOLY CRAP!" Trunks Kenni: "Replays!!" The viewing audience see it a couple more times in slow motion... Mitchell’s neck crashing against the mat is a sickening sight. And it could be all over as Scott Blaze slowly rolls the 265 pounder over onto his back...and hooks over the leg... ONE!... TWO!... THR- KICK OUTTTTT!!!!! Joey Kewl: "Its NOT overrr!!" Blaze slams his palm against the mat in pure frustration. Scott shakes his head as he slowly climbs up too his feet. He breathes hard, hands on hips... Blaze grabs Mitchells head and tears him off the canvas, now focusing on a particular point; his neck. Blaze slams a clubbing forearm down onto the back of Mitchells neck. Blaze runs to the ropes to the side of Jacob, bouncing off them, and then grabbing Mitchells head and high speed for a quality SWINGING NECKBREAKERRRR!!! Blaze grabs Mitchell’s leg and hooks it over quickly; ONE!!...... TWO!!...... SHOULDER UP!! Mitchells still in this one!! Blaze screams loudly in ultimate frustration, planting a fist against the mat. The referee shakes his head, deciding not to respond to what seems like a petty fit of frustration from the Flawless Champion. Trunks Kenni: "He screams like a girl, Joey." Joey Kewl: "He looks like one too!!" Trunks Kenni: "LOL!" Joey Kewl: "High Five!" Trunks Kenni: "Your mom's still a whore, Joey." Blaze grabs Mitchell and angrily tears him off the canvas, pulling him too his feet. Boom! A massive right hand flies into Mitchell’s chin... Jacob staggers a little, shaking his head. Blaze comes at him again, BIG RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE BY MITCHELL!!!.. Scott staggers now!... Mitchell comes forward, another right hand!! A left hand nails an Overhand Chop down on Blaze’s chest! Mitchell tears another KNIFE-EDGE CHOP ACROSS SCOTS CHEST! The Flawless Champion is now backed up against the ropes!... Mitchell steps back, before rushing toward Scott! Blaze moves! Jacob flies over the top rope to the outsi- NO! Mitchell clings onto the top rope, and pulls himself up onto the apron... Blaze rushes at him now... but Mitchell throws his shoulder through the middle and top ropes for a shoulder charge into Scott’s ribs. Blaze now staggers back into the middle of the ring. Mitchell springs up onto the top rope... Flying off for a TOP ROPE CROSSBODY! Blaze CATCHES HIM AND REVERSES INTO A SUDDEN POWEEEERRRRSLAM!!!! Joey Kewl: "Ohhh WOWWWW!!" Blaze has the legs hooked!!... ONE!! TWO! .. KICK OUT!!!! Vicious kick out from Mitchell! Scott Blaze is on his knees, staring up at the roof of the W2K Arena... Scott Blaze climbs up too his feet and rubs his face, wiping away the sweat... Scott stomps down on the back of Jacobs neck angrily. Scott again lifts Mitchell up too his feet... Blaze faces up to Mitchell, pulling back for a basic punch.. but Mitchell manages too duck under it.. both men turn back round too each other... and Mitchell quickly wraps his arms round Blaze... BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD THROW!!! A desperation manoeuvre there to give Mitchell some much needed time! Mitchell breathes heavily on one knee, whilst Blaze is already clambering up to his feet. Mitchell rushes over to Blaze, who turns onto his side, and raises a knee into Jacob’s gut. Mitchell drops too knees, perhaps still struggling with that neck.... Blaze goes to run off the ropes... but suddenly the Jumbotron flickers and turns on infront of him... Joey Kewl: "Whats this?" We see Drew Stevenson, one arm wrapped round a large teddy bear, stood outside the ladies locker room. Drew knocks twice... Stevenson: "Alia?" Within a moment the door opens... there’s Alia Starr, a smile appearing on her face. Drew holds up the teddy bear a little... Stevenson: "For you. I know the other guys haven’t treated your right... so i’m making up for all the past losers." Alia smiles sweetly and appreciatively, taking the cuddly teddy bear in her arms.. Alia: "Awww.. Drew..."Stevenson: "If only it was as cute as you." A corny grin appears on Drew’s face, but Alia can only blush... The Jumbotron switches off... Trunks Kenni: "Uh..." Blaze frowns... He steps back from the ropes, shouting ‘sonuvabitch�?under his breath... Blaze kicks the bottom rope angrily, looking round... he doesn’t know where to turn. Joey Kewl: "Its a distraction!!" Scott is spun round........ PRODIGAL DROP!!...ONE!..TWO!.....THREEE!! Mitchells steals it! DING DING!!! "The End of Heartache" by Killswitch Enage hits the PA System. And the Flawless Title belt is tossed into the ring. Trunks Kenni: "Drew stole his woman, and Jacob stole his title!" Joey Kewl: "What a turn of events here!" Bink: "LLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALLLLLL... AAAAND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW W2K FLAWLESSS CHAMPIONN!!!... JACOBBBB MITCHELLLL!!!" Mitchell is slid the Championship belt. He smirks, rising to one knee, and holding the belt in one hand. Trunks Kenni: "THIS ISNT RIGHT! SCOTT BLAZE CANT LOSE THE FLAWLESS TITLE!" Joey Kewl: "Maybe, because it's not a real title?" After a moment, Blaze shakes it off, and grabs the leather of the belt, pulling it with him as he rolls out and leaves the ring, PISSED OFF. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Cross and Hamid | | Backstage the scene opens up on an automatic pop. Face to face for the first time in over a year is Hamid Ismaili and Cross. Hamid: Cross. Cross: Hamid. Hamid: You know, tonight is a very important night for both of us. For you, it's everything you want in this business and for me it could be good or bad. With you at the top of the mountain I know W2K will aspire to be great. With NED, he'll either kill us or hold us up high, but it's a gamble I'm not willing to take. Cross: Hamid, it isn't a gamble. When me and NED go one on one with nothing to distract me, there's no way he'll get that title before I do. Hamid: But what if there are distractions? Cross I don't trust NED as far as I can throw him. Cross: Well I can throw him pretty damn far and trust me. Nic E Dangerously would never cheat to win this match. It's too important, he wouldn't tarnish the title he wants so bad. I may not like him but I at least respect him. Hamid: I hope you're right, but if you're not I'll be there. Cross: No you won't. NED won't have any help and I'll be damned if I do either. This is between me and him, if you wanna do something to help put my cage around us, other than that STAY OUT OF IT! A noticeable spark is seen in Cross' eyes as he yells this last statement out at Hamid before he turns and walks out of scene. Hamid: I hope you're right, for the good of all of us. Fade. | |
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| New Year's Resolutions IV
Main Event W2K Championship Match
Nic E Dangerously vs Cross | | Joey Kewl: "We've had quite a ride tonight folks. We had ups, we had downs, and we had swerves. And now, it's time... for this crazy train to WRECK!" Trunks Kenni: "For those not in the know, that means we are finally ready to take the gloves off and get down to the nitty gritty. You know, in all my years in W2K I've never had a moment before a match where I was just seriously... dumbfounded. I don't know what's going to happen." Joey Kewl: "The two biggest and best Wrestling 2000 have to offer will finally, after five years of almost zero physical contact, do battle for the vacant W2K Championship." Trunks Kenni: "Nic E Dangerously and Cross. It doesn't get any W2Ker than that. Unless, you know, you and I fought for the title or something." Joey Kewl: "I'd whoop your ass, Trunks." Trunks: "And I'd whoop your mother's." Due to the graphic nature of this program... listener discretion... is advised. Fear Factory's "Edgecrusher than slams the ear drums over everyone in he building as the crowd gets to it's feet. The cheers and screams and the pregant women swearing Cross is the father entwine into one as the ONLY Grand Slam Champion in W2K history walks out onto stage. Cross stands, like a statue, scanning the crowd until he makes his way ringside. Fans hold out their beers, and Cross takes two handfuls of alcohol, stepping onto the apron and chugging both, tossing the cups down and raising his arms... Joey Kewl: "The only man in history to win every male title available to the roster in Wrestling 2000. Now he has one final accomplishment... to defeat the seven time W2K Champion." Trunks Kenni: "And we've been at this table for years Joey and we know when it's the W2K Title on the line, Dangerously is harder to put down than that lovable dog you've had since kindergarten. In essence both of these guys are in for the fight of their careers, maybe even FOR their careers." Cross enters the ring, and paces around, going to a corner and raising his arms and yelling at the crowd, getting them all hyped up. The Ref is in the ring with him, with the W2K title in his arms, as Cross turns and looks at it. Joey Kewl: "And there is the prize, what every man in W2K wants- and some of the women too- but only he and one other can even begin to lay claim to it tonight." "Edgecrusher" dies down, and it replaced by silence. Harold Binkle calls out on the mic. Harold Binkle: "Ladies and gentlemen this next match is one fall.. and is for the Wrestling 2000 Championship! Standing in the ring at six feet, eight inches and three hundred fifteen pounds... hailing from San Antonio Texas-" HUGE pop... Harold Binkle: "- this.... is... CROOOOSSSSS!" Cross' arms go up again, as the rumbling of "King Nothing" rolls over the PA. Harold Binkle: "His opponent and second challenger... standing six feet, two inches and two hundred sixty five pounds... from San Antonio Texas... this... is... NIC... EEEE.... DANGEROUUUUUUUSSLLLY!" "King Nothing" gets to the lyrics, as Dangerously walks on stage. His head nods slightly as he scans the crowd, and takes in his own cheers. Joey Kewl: "I think this is going to be a crowd torn asunder. You just don't know who to root for." Trunks Kenni: "Well if I learned anything from tonight, it's that Hamid Ismaili is rooting for Cross, and the Jerm may very well be placing his bets on this man coming down the aisle." Dangerously saunters to the ring, walking up the steel steps, staring at Cross, who returns the gaze. Dangerously walks along the apron, still staring, and they share a moment in time, the first time face to face in over a year. More than a year. The first time on opposite sides of the ring ready to tear each other apart in five years. Dangerously finaly turns around, falling back on the top with his arms extended, spinning back around and entering the ring. He shoves the ref and rips the belt form his arms and holds it up as the crowd goes nuts. Cross takes the belt from behind, and holds it up in his arms and, then, the crowd explodes louder. Joey Kewl: "Dangerously does not look happy-" NED steps to Cross, turning him around and pushing him. Cross goes back a step and Cross comes back, into NED's face as he looks down and Dangerously looks up... Cross SHOVES NED... and NED falls back and onto his ass by the ropes as Cross throws up his arms, daring NED to get back up. NED looks wild eyed at Cross, and for a moment, they are frozen. Trunks Kenni: "Dangerously must have forgotten about Cross being BIGGER than he is!" NED climbs up to his feet and, saving face, meets Cross eye to eye again- sort of, and they start talking, getting ready- NED shoves Cross this time, Cross goes back a few steps but keeps his footing as he recoils and launches forward, grabbing NED into a lock up, spinning around like a plane about to crash until NED is backed into a corner- Cross smashes NED in the face with an elbow, and NED's jaw is jarred, as he tries to come back but Cross hits a second, and then spins, launching NED across the ring- Cross comes at him and readies a Big Boot- but NED ducks it and Cross's foot is hung on the top of the corner. NED grabs Cross, underhooking both his arms and smashes his head into Cross... over and over until Cross's head is bobbing, and his leg goes limp, as NED then nails a belly to belly! Trunks Kenni: "Both are known for power, both are known to fight dirty... it's just anyone's match here tonight." Cross is sitting, shaking his head but getting up as Dangerously runs, lifting a knee into Cross' face, backing him off to the ropes and whips- Cross reverses it, holding on for a short arm- and going for a huge clothesline! He hits it, turning NED inside out, and, on one knee, Cross reaches down, grabbing NED by the neck and leads him up. At full stand, Cross goes for a choke slam- at the ready NED nails a low blow and Cross backs off, NED its a haymaker, and then with the other side, grabbing Cross by the hair and smashing his knuckles into his face- Cross nails a shot to NED's stomache, NED backs off, doubling over some, as Cross laces for a DDT- NED picks Cross up goes for a spinning spinebuster, but Cross nails NED in the face, causing him to drop him. Cross is on his feet, recovers, and goes for a Big boot from no where and it connects- smacking a thud into NED's face and knocking him back, into a sprawl lain out. Cross is in the corner, sizing him up. Joey Kewl: "Dangerously so far getting the short end of the stick..." NED slinks up as Cross charges and goes for a spinning neckbreaker, hitting it, and bam, Dangerously is down again as Cross lays back for a non chalant cover- ONE! TWO! NO! Dangerously kicks out and they both race up- Dangerously is taken in an arm drag, and a second- on the third he falls back to the ropes in near the corner as he reworks his strategy. Cross takes the time to flip him off, and Dangerously narrows his brow. Joey Kewl: "Cross doing alittle taunting." Trunks Kenni: "Nothing beats Cross nailing two chicks in Dangerously's bed..." NED charges, side stepping a shot from Cross, nailing him in the back, and then sending him through a loop into the turnbuckle face first. Cross bounces back and Dangerously nails an STO, bringing Cross down, but Cross recovers quick and goes for another arm drag- NED expects it and brings Cross up in a pump handle, Cross shifts his weight and ends up on his feet with NED cocked, locked and ready to have his head unloaded onto the canvas... out of desperation Dangerously kicks up a leg and claps into Cross' face, causing the big man of W2K to release and stumble back- NED crashes into the canvas, but rolls, and runs for Cross- Cross falls back and both tumble to the outside... they crash to the floor, as the ref doesn't even count. Trunks Kenni: "Rufus must be afraid of a full blown riot if he counts these men out." NED is up first, grabbing Cross, who sends shots up to his midsection, but NED rips him up anyway and lays his back across the apron, and hits a chop... WOOOO... and a second... WOOO! Cross shoves NED back into the rail, and then charges, as NED sends Cross up and over into the crowd! Cross gets a recharge of beer, and gets up from the laps of a few fans, coming at NED with full blown elbow... NED dips down and back bodies Cross onto the matting, as Cross' back arches in pain.. and Dangerously stomps his rib cage. NED, as Cross goes for his breath, thenc lears the announce table, relieving Trunks and Joey of their glasses, monitors, and everything else... He then reaches down, grabbing Cross... Trunks Kenni: "Dammit, I was going to drink that-" Joey Kewl: "The ref is being VERY lenient with these men and I can't believe he's going to allow this..." NED pulls Cross to his feet, and then rolls him onto the table, following him up. NED stands, pulling Cross to his feet, ducking him down for a "Jagged Reality"... NED poses, and then brings his thumbs down, when Cross shoves out of it, coming up with an uppercut that jarrs NED's jaw- Cross knees him, and NED tries to elbow away as the two men fight on the table... Cross gets the upper hand, and kicks NED right in the gut, and underhooks him for the "Cat Smasher"..., when NED's ataop, Cross sets to run- and the table gives way as both crash atop the pile of splinters and now-worthless plank!! Crowd: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" NED is atop Cross, as both ar a bit out of whack. Joey Kewl: "Cross when to powerbomb Dangerousy, where I can only guess through the Spanish Announce table, when OUR table gave way!" Trunks: "What a f*** up, Joey, they're gonna sue us for negligeance. I CANT AFFORD TO LOSE MY HOUSE JOEY!" NED rolls off Cross, to his side, hands both over his head as Cross is heaving with breath. Cross sits up, Looking over at NED as Rufus is screaming for them to come back inside. Cross looks at NED, and looks at the broken table, and mouths, 'motherf***er'. Dangersouly is starting to get up himself, as Cross grabs a monitor, heaving it up and as NED stands- it smashes into NED's face and the Dangerous One is lain out. Joey Kewl: "OH MY GOD! Cross just let our monitor give Dangerously a nice howdya-do right between the eyes." Trunks: "He's busted open, Joey!" Dangerously's eyes are vacant, blinking erratically as the shattered glass covers his chest, face, and forehead. Cross drops the monitor, dragging NED up and rolling him into the ring- Cross slides in and makes the cover- ONE! TWO! NO!!! ! Joey Kewl: "Dangerously can thank Cross for keeping him near the ropes." Cross is on his knees, shoving NED into a roll closer to the center of the ring, and makes a second cover- ONE! TWO! NO! Trunks: "Too much time, he's kicked out, and you can tell he's regaining his bearings." Cross rips NED up and slings him hard, the momentum making Cross falls forward, as NED slams into the turnbuckle, hard, bouncing forward in a haze, holding his ribs... Cross charges and goes for a shoulderblock spear- when NED slides out of the way and Cross goes shoulder first into the ringpost!!! The crowd OOOH's, as NED takes Cross by the head and tights, bringing him back and then ramming him a second time, as Cross welps in pain. NED backs off as Rufus yells at him, then realizes he's bigger, tossing Rufus to the side, and as Cross pushes himself from the ropes, NED rams his shoulder a third time! Cross falls back, holding his right arm which he hanging a bit weaker than his left right about now! Trunks Kenni: "And Cross just gave Dangerously a big, big target." Joey Kewl: "It might not be the target he wants- Cross' legs and back for the 'Iron Cross', but it's a good point of attack anyway." NED comes behind Cross and grabs his shoulder in both hands, squeezing, as Cross' neck cranes and face contorts. NED leads him up, hooks his head and right shoulder, and then slams his knee up into Cross's shoulder... then his left... then his right knee again, as Cross' legs jump up from the force and pain, and NED grabs his waist brings him up in a pendulum... Cross's arms flail but ultimately NED nails a shoulder breaker, flipping Cross forward, into a heap. Dangerously smiles and nods. Joey Kewl: "Dangeorusly is getting a bit cocky!" Trunks Kenni: "He's got a chink in Cross' armor. Cross is bigger, stronger, and probably faster, and now, he's weaker too. Something NED shouldn't let go." NED walks up to Cross, and grabs him for the "Jagged Reality"... and for a second time, Cross battles out, pulling the carpet from under NED- Cross hooks NED's legs and then falls back, catapulting him over the corner and into the ringpost! Dangerously's bloody head gets bloodier, as we hear a GONG.. and He falls back, dazed, confused, and not knowing where he's at. Joey Kewl: "PIN HIM CROSS!" Dangerously colapses onto his side, as Cross steadies and readies. NED pushes up, and Cross plucks him for a Fireman's carry- NED smashes an elbow into his shoulder and Cross loses his control- NED slides behind and grabs on for a Belly-to-back- it connects and NED floats over for a pin- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Joey Kewl: "How did he kick out?! He damn near crashed into his shoulder on that!" Cross kicked, and the crowd riled. Cross pulls himself up with his left arm on the top rope, and as NED comes at him, he sends his right elbow into NED's face, and winces from the pain, but positions and scoops NED up in a side scoop using hsis left side and hits a backbreaker. Trunks Kenni: "Thing's aren't looking good for Hamid's plans!" Joey: "Yeah with that chink in the armour-" NED climbs to his feet and is plucked for a powerbomb, Cross still largely powerful- and Cross goes to drop him into the corner- however, NED chops the hell outta his right shoulder and Cross loses grip, dropping NED a few feet away and, tripping over his victim, Cross hits the corner face first, as NED rips himself up and grabs him by the head, swinging him around and slamming his face into it again. Cross back elbows, clipping NED's jaw, and the two trade blows, Cross blocking his right shoulder and heavily relying on his left arm, but his punches still hit and they still rock NED back a few steps. NED's slung, and into a whip, so hard towards the ropes he does a nose dive, crashing into the canvas and, sliding out under the bottom rope and belly flopping onto the matting... He lays there a moment, Pushing himself up slowly. Joey Kewl: "WOW... Dangerously just got manhandled like a rag doll." Cross sits in the corner, holding his shoulder as he watches and waits for Dangerously. Joey Kewl: "What the heck is this?" Trunks Kenni: "... it looks like an undercard invasion!" Joey Kewl: "IT'S ANARCHY 200% ALL OVER AGAIN!" Sure enough, a few of the "newer" roster members have crashed the scene, apparently intent on making an impact in this Main Event.. Christian Othniel, Scott Addams, and Darren Smith rush the scene, and, with NED laying prone and just about as helpless as he'll ever be, they circle him. Cross' eyebrow cocks, as Dangerously stands up and realizes he's stuck in the middle of a bad, bad situation. Trunks Kenni: "They couldn't be dumb enough to-" Then they attack, pouncing on dangerously, clubbing away! The crowd goes wild, as Cross shakes his head and mouths 'f***ing Hamid'... Trunks Kenni: "... they are." Dangerously fires back, but before he can get an upper hand, another takes up the cause and basically, Dangerously is a lone wolf in a lion's den. As he gets beaten down closer and closer, Cross runs full blast to that side of the ring. Joey Kewl: "Is Cross going to take advantage of this situation?" Trunks Kenni: "He's going out of the ring, scratch that Cross is now FLYING OUT of the ring-" Cross ran full blast, jumping clear of the top rope and barrles into all four men!! The crowd goes nuts, as it's a mass of bodies that right now, amount to nothing more than upturned bowling pins! Joey Kewl: "And Cross apparently, makes the save!" Trunks Kenni: "Maybe he wants this to be fair!" NED, Cross, and the rest race up and Cross blasts into Othniel, sending him crashing over the barricade. NED jams Darren Smith into the eye, and then hikes him up for a "Deus Ex Machina" onto the matting.. With those two disposed of, thy both turn their sights to Scott Addams. He looks from on to the other. Trunks Kenni: "Well... he wanted to be noticed." The blast away and Scott is fought back into the aisle, where Cross lairats him on the steel, and drags him with Dangerously onto stage. Cross looks off the stage to some production tables. Joey Kewl: "It just makes you wonder what the hell Addams did in a previous season... to deserve this." Cross sets up for the "Paralyzer", and sends Addams in a running vault from the stage. Addams hits, hard, about twelve feet down into an array of expensive materials and broken table. The crowd explodes.... Crowd: "DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY! DUB TWO KAY!" Then NED and Cross turn to one another. The smiles disappear, replaced by the grim reality of the match. In one split second, the pounce and blast away... the trade blows all the way off the stage, down the ramp and into the ringside area. Someone comes out of the crowd, it's not Othniel, but a blonde haired dreamboat named... JOHNNY LEGEND! Joey Kewl: "Hamid's last ditch effort to take control of the destiny in this match!" Legend shoves away the bellringer, taking their chair. He's stalking form the other side, sly, slinking low... as NED and Cross continue to trade blasts. Cross sends NED hard into the steel steps... and laying prone, Dangerously is prone once again as Cross gathers up the reserves. Legend makes his way, hiding just around the corner-' Joey Kewl: "There's his chance- why isn't he taking it?" Legend primes the chair... Cross runs at NED and goes to lay waste to him with the boot- but misses as NED rolls out of the way and Cross is slightly hung up- pressed against the ringpost, Legend jumps into view, and gives a warcry... and BLAST! Cross' head bounces from the chair to the ringpost, and he wobbles back, Legend tilts the chair and wails it edge first into the right shoulder of Cross, as he gives off a guteral yell. Joey Kewl: "I'm sure Dangeorusly will repay the favor-" NED looks to see what's going on, and climbs to his feet- he sneers at Legend- and Legend catches sight of it NED charges- then stops, as he grins, and Legend nods back and out of the crowd comes Sef Kinsle, body splashing with is own chair and into Cross! Cross fumbles around and Sef and Legend con-chair-to Cross on either side of the head, as NED takes Cross and sends him into the ring. The crowd is boo'ing, throwing drinks into the ring, trash into the three men who just screwed over Cross... Cross is on his hands and knees, as NED punts him in the head. NED takes a mic tossed to him by Legend. Nic E Dangerously: "Oh, don't cry people. There won't be any more chairshots, because I won't allow Cross to bleed for W2K like I have tonight!" Another rain off boos, as the red that creeped down NED's head and shoulders gleems alittle more promenantly, and he drops the mic. He turns, getting blasted in the face by Cross... Cross slings him and catches him off the whip, tossing him into the air and hitting a spear, drilling Dangerously down!! Cross flies back up and swings a middle finger in the general direction of the Texan Connection, and readies for a finisher, calling for Dangerously to get up. Joey Kewl: "It wasn't enough it wasn't enough!" Trunks: "It's gotta be, it's gotta be over for Cross!" Legend comes up on the apron behind him with the chair, raising it- Cross catches it on the Jumbotron and spins, grabbing the chair and ripping it away- Johnny's eyes widen in terror for his beautiful face- and before Cross can fire it off, NED rushes in a leap and nails a low blow! Crowd: "OOOOH!" The chair drops and Legend grabs Cross by the head, jumping over the top into the ring with his "Perfect Alibi"... Rufus has had enough and goes to ring the bell, as NED freaks out- Trunks Kenni: "HE WOULDN'T DISQUALIFY DANGEROUSLY!" Joey Kewl: "It looks like Dangerously plan backfir- wait a second!" NED grabs Rufus, and shoves him, threatening him. He heaves Rufus on his shoulders and aims for the chair. "WHAT DID YOU SEE?" He screams, as Rufus shakes his head and flails his arms, "NOTHING I SAW NOTHING!" NED lets him down, and grabs Cross, who's only just stirring. He smahses his foot into Cross, doubling him over, and leans forward face to face. Then, he's face to finger as Cross flips him off again... and NED laces him for the "Jagged Reality", and hits it. Cross goes limp. Joey Kewl: "... why, why is it going to be this way? I Thought they both wanted an honorable match!" NED covers Cross- ONE! TWO! ... but no three, as Rufus then gets red faced and flips NED off too! Legend pulls Rufus out of the ring and clocks him, knocking him through a loop as he drags him back in and slides in after him, taking his hand up and down- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, as Rufus rolls around holding his eye, and Legend raises NED's arm- Sef grabs the W2K Title and hands it to NED as "King Nothing" rumbles... Harold Binkle: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by Pinfall... and NEEEEWW W2K Champion... NIC! E! DANGEROUSLY!" Trunks Kenni: "I know how you feel but it seems Dangerously wanted the title even more, and was willing to go as low as he had to go to get it..." Joey Kewl: "If this is how Season Twelve begins, I'm not sure if I can even stomach what it brings in the future!" Confetti drops down from the ceiling, as the EIGHT TIME W2K Champion now stands supreme. He's on the corner, looking at himself in the Jumbotron with the W2K Title, then tilts his head to see Cross laying in the ring. He shakes his head but then goes right back to celebrating as Legend is clapping, and Sef, with the High Risk Title, takes guard, and Pyxii comes down to celebrate, with the W2K Tag Titles. Trunks: "It seems that the Texan Connection is as solid as they were in APW, only now, they're here in W2K, and they're on top." The copyrights go up... as we fade on the sight of Dangerously with the W2K Title, with the TX in the ring behind him. | |
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