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#122
Card Subject to Change
The aftermath of My Bloody Valentine will be felt like a shockwave at RAGE #122... With TX screwing over Ryan Cain's Anarchy shot... and W2K itself heading into the 30 Man Rumble in just a few short weeks... can cain overcome the odds? Who will challenge NED for the title at the PPV? Will the new talent be break out stars? | | Match 1
Singles / Road to the W2K Championship Match #1
Rot
vs
Christian Othniel
Rankings! Plus, with Rot just facing Dante Cross, it's a good warm up for Othneil who has an express ticket to Anarchy- and the Impact title. W2K expects this to be an explosive opener, with two men with something to prove! Now, Rot's on the road to the W2K Championship, but will it be a smooth ride or, will Christian Othniel be the first speed bump of many ahead for Rot?? Match 2
Singles / Rankings
Con Escobar
vs
Zach Halo
Rankings! Both men enter their debut match in W2K, and both are looking to leave their mark. Match 3
Tag Team / Rankings
Brandon Marks & Taylor Hamilton
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Darren Smith & Bobbie Jay
RANKINGS! Tag Teams need to be rebuilt in W2K, so that one day the TX can be toppled. Match 4
Singles / Rankings
Ace Hart
vs
Tony Rich
Rankings match... Match 5
High Risk Title / RAGE in a CAGE
Sef Kinsley (c)
vs
Johnny Legend
NED has grown tired of the discent and rift in the Connection. So, he offered up this... well, 'kick each other's asses until you like each other' match up. Sef evnen put up his title. Match 6
Tag Team / No Special
Serenity & Pyxii
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Alia Starr & Rorie
We really need more girls, you know what I'm saying? Match 7
Singles / W2K-Impact-Non Title Challenge
Dante Cross
vs
Nic E Dangerously
Dante's coming off a HUUUGE defense, and Dangerously is seemingly having a flair for matches he's never had before. Laoding up the card, Jerm feels this could be a money-maker. Match 8
Singles / No Special
Scott Blaze
vs
Ryan Cain
A main event spot for Scott Blaze showe dhe might have what it takes. but, can he knock Ryan cain down in the rankings to secure himself a spot? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. Main Event
Singles / No Special
Jacob Mitchell w/Lorien Gabriel
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Cross
The last bastion of ICWA, even though he doesn't wanna be, against a man who is synonmous with W2K. Maybe Jake can shed his past and put it all on the line here, and against a former NLS partner... can they go all out? | |
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| RAGE #122
Singles/Rankings
Con Escobar vs. Zach Halo | | Zach Halo is already in the ring waiting for his opponent, when suddenly the light go out and these words are heard..... "You are watching a master at work." "Testify" hits the P.A. as the lights stay dim except for an occasional flicker of spotlight for the drum/guitar intro. Then red sirens lights flash around the arena once the main riff starts. Con Escobar walks out through the curtain to a chorus of cheers, bumping his head to the beat of his own theme. He then stands in the middle of the stage and puts a fist into the air Black Panther Style, in which a white pyros shoots out behind him from the top of the stage Randy Orton style. He walks down the black mile, stretching his arms out to give the fans fives. Bink: "AAAND THE OPPONENT!.. FROM WASHINGTON D.C, WEIGHING 263lbssssssss!!.... CON... ESSSSSCOBARR!!!" He gets into the ring, scales the middle of the second rope to give the fist again. Halo waits for Escobar too finish playing too the fans... Joey Kewl: "So, these two debutants have been exchanging some harsh words this week, Trunks." Trunks: "Maybe it's cause Escobar is black?" Joey Kewl: "Mebbe." DING DING!! Escobar and Halo burst into an elbow-and-collar tie up. Pushing each other back and forth until the much heavier Escobar finally gains the upper hand, forcing Halo back against the ropes, before raising a KNEE into his gut! Escobar drops the tie-up, and grabs Halos head with both hands, dragging him into the centre of the ring as if he's nothing... and NAILING him with a vicious right hand! Halo drops to the mat, clutching his jaw... and Escobar drops a massive boot on Halo's chest. And again...... and again! Escobar tears Halo off the mat... and grabs his right wrist, whipping him hard into the ropes. Halo bounces off the ropes, and runs into Escobars waiting right arm, getting caught up in a poweful Sideslam. Escobar goes for the early pin... ONE!.. TWO- Shoulder up! Escobar, expecting the kick out so early on, doesnt waste any time in gettign Zach Halo back up too his feet. Escobar flashes a right hand across his chest in a VICIOUS Chop! The crowd gets involved, screaming "WOOOOOOO!!" Ric Flair style with each following chop from Escobar. Halo is shoved back into the turnbuckle. Escobar nails him with a vicious european uppercut, with the pain visible in Halo's expression. Escobar knees him hard in the gut, and bends him forward, hooking up his arms behind his back... Joey Kewl: "Woah woah woah!" Escobar flips Halo up 'powerbomb' style....... and NAILS A TIGER BOMB ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!! Trunks: "Jesus!!!" Joey Kewl: "SICK, Trunks! Halo's head bounced off that turnbuckle!" Escobar grabs Halo's leg, and drags him back into the middle of the ring, before kneeling down beside Halo and hooking over the leg for the pin! Joey Kewl: "This must be all!" ONE! TWO!.. Kick outttttt!!!! Escobar looks too the referee, visibly stunned. The referee shrugs, repeating the word 'TWO!!' in Escobars face. Con Escobar looks pissed, but again he gets straight back too word, ripping Halo off the canvas and giving him a series of body blows in the middle of the ring. Escobar runs off the ring ropes, bouncing off them... and running into a DROP-KICK FROM HALO!!!! Trunks: "Oh!!" Joey Kewl: "From nowhere Trunks!" Halo crawls along the canvas, rubbing the back of his neck... Escobar climbs up too one knee, shaking his head... the 6'4 powerhouse climbs up to his feet, whilst Halo uses the ropes too climb up to his feet. Escobar turns round too find Halo CHARGING toward him!... OH!.. He grabs the 185 pounder round the neck and swings him up into the air... NAILING A CHOKESLAM!! Trunks: "WOAHHH!!" Escobar climbs up too his feet, and breathes hard, walking over too the nearest turnbuckle, and climbing up it from the outside. Joey Kewl: "This big man is going up top, Trunks." Escobar smirks.. and nods as he looks too the crowd.. before leaping off...... for his finisher; "THERE.ARE.NO.LIMITS"... It lands flush on Halo!! Trunks: "HOW DID HE DO THAT! 263 pounder!!" Joey Kewl: "A 450 CORKSCREW FREAKIN' MOONSAULT!!" Escobar, the crowd giving him a helluva lot of support, stays on for the pin; ONE!.. TWO!.. THREEEEEE!!! DING DING!! Bink: "LLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!... YOUR WINNNERRRRRRRRRRR... CON.. ESSSCOBARR!!!" "Testify" by Rage Against the Machine hits the PA System.. as we fade out. | |
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| RAGE #122
The Urban Assault...Pre-Match Interview... | | We cut too Johnny Askin, backstage, microphone in one hand. Askin grins, before opening his mouth... Askin: "W2K Fans, I'm backstage with Urban Assault just MOMENTS before their Tag Team match against Brandon Marks and Taylor Hamilton." Askin turns to his left, and so does the camera, with Bobbie Jay and Darren Smith now both in the shot. They loook kind've annoyed. Bobbie Jay: "STEP ASIDE FOO'!..." Smith: "Yeah White-boy!" BJ snatches the microphone out of Askins hand and shoves him in the chest. Bobbie turns round so that he faces Smith. Bobbie Jay: "Imma' conduct this mo' fuckin' interview, see?" Smith: "Roll with it, homie." Bobbie smirks. Bobbie Jay: "So Darren Smith... Tell me why the Urban Assault are about too take these TWO WHITE FOO'S TOO TOWN, HUH?" Smith: "Cause they worship that white mutha' fuckin' devil, Bobbie. They bad. And Bobbie... these boys are goin straight to hell. We gonn' take them there, right?" Bobbie Jay: "These bitches don't take a fuckin' chance, son." Smith takes the microphone... Smith: "So Bobbie Jay, what have d' Urban Assault gotta say befo' we get down too that ring, huh?" Smith puts the microphone too BJ's mouth. Bobbie Jay: "Hamilton... Marks... You boys are in fo' a WORLD OF MO' FUCKIN' PAIN BITCHES! We ain't two skinny, white bitches... we is the URBAN ASSAULT bitches! Me and Darren... We both fucking G's... And we both gonna STOMP.. ALL.. OVER YO' ASSES!!!" BJ, looking tense, glares at the camera slowly nodding... before walking out the scene... Smith tosses the microphone too the floor, beating his chest with one fist as he follows his tag partner out the scene. Fade.
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| RAGE #122
Tag Team Match/Rankings!
Bobbie Jay & Darren Smith vs. Taylor Hamilton & Brandon Marks | | Urban Assault, consisting of Bobbie Jay and Darren Smith stand in one corner whilst the Candy-Muffin-Connection, consisting of Brandon Marks and Taylor Hamilton.. stand in the opposite corner. Trunks: "So you reckon Taylor and Brandon are English?" Joey Kewl: "Uhhh.. Don't think so, Trunks." Trunks: "Well there Team name does remind me of English Muffins." Bobbie Jay and Taylor Hamilton will start the contest, with both their partners climbing out too the edge of the ring apron. DING DING!! Joey Kewl: "So Taylor and Brandon are both High-flying wrestlers, in that lightweight category. Whilst Bobbie Jay and Darren Smith represent a mixture represent a mixture of brawling and high flying styles." Jay and Taylor charges into the middle- OH! CLOTHESLINE TOO TAYLOR!!! Bobbie knocked him down instantly!! BJ rips him off the mat, and tosses him toward the nearest turnbuckle... BODY BLOWS TO THE GUT! BJ drives right hands into Taylor's ribs, wearing the 19 year old down. BJ drives a knee up into his gut, and irish whips Taylor across to the opposite turnbuckle. Taylor lands back-first in the corner... and gets nailed by a running STINGERRR SPLASHH!!! Bobbie lands back on his feet and raises up his arms... Taylor staggers out the corner, and Bobbie gathers him up easily... Bobbie Jay turns... and nails a BODY SLAM into the centre of the mat! Bobbie Jay hooks over Taylor's leg... ONE! TW- Marks kicks BJ in the ribs too break it up. Brandon scrambles back to his corner and Darren Smith makes a 'gun' taunt.. telling Brandon he's a "Sorry white foo'!" ... Trunks: "REPRESENT!" Joey Kewl: "..." Bobbie glares at Brandon... and grabs Taylor by a clump of his hair, lifting him up too his feet. Bobbie Jay clubs down hard on Taylors back twice, then grabs his head with both hands.. and DRIVES him into the turnbuckle! Bobbie tags in Darren, who climbs in and grabs Taylors right wrist, dragging him into the centre of the ring... and whipping him too the ropes! Hamilton bounces off the ropes and runs into a BIIIGGGG Back Drop!!! Smith runs forward to the ropes, bouncing off them... as Taylor climbs back up... Smith goes for the FLYING LARIAT! TAYLOR DODGES!! Smith climbs back up too his feet.. and BAM! Stomp to the gut........... STANDING DROPKICK TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD!!! Hamilton climbs back up..and tags in Brandon Marks! Joey Kewl: "Finally Taylor gets himself a breather, he's been on the end of some punishing offence so far." Marks leaps up onto the turnbuckle athletically.......... TOP ROPE LEG DROP LANDS FLUSH ON SMITH! THE PIN!. ONE!.......... TWO! Shoulder up!!! Marks climbs too his feet, and grabs Smith, lifting him too his feet too... KNIFE EDGE CHOP!... CHOP!.... CHOP!... CHOP!....... CHOP!!!!............ CHOP!!!!! Smith staggers back into the ropes, clutching his chest painfully. Bobbie Jay calls for DQ on account of racism by Marks, but Jizzmopper ignores his pleas. Marks stomps on Darrens gut, and irish whips him across the ring.... Marks waits in the centre as Smith bounces off the ropes... Smith dives down! FOOTBALL TACKLE ON MARKS! DRIVING HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!! Smith slowly climbs up too his feet, shouting obsenities at Brandon and getting all fired up. Smith grabs Brandons head and drags him too his feet... Smith gives Brandon and big right hand to the jaw, knocking Marks back. Smith shoves Brandon in the chest, before grabbing his wrist and whipping him toward the corner- NO! Marks held onto Brandons arm... and REVERSES THE WHIP! Smith charges toward the empty turnbuckle, but puts on the brakes!!!!!.......... turning round and- SUPER KICK!!! BRANDON NAILS A SUPER KICK!! Joey Kewl: "OH!!" Trunks: "WHATS A BRUTHA' TOO DO?!" Joey Kewl: "FROM OUTTA NOWHERE, TRUNKS!" Marks collapses too his knees and covers SMITH! ONE!! TWO!! .. BOBBIE JAY NAILS A BIG SPLASH ON THE BACK OF BRANDONS HEAD!!! Trunks: "Innovative!" Joey Kewl: "Uh!... Yeah?" Suddenly Taylor Hamilton flys off the turnbuckle as Bobbie climbs too his feet.. MISSILE DROP KICK TO THE CHEST OF BJ! Bobbie flys back into the ropes at speed... Taylor slowly climbs back too his feet, and grabs Brandons arm, pulling his partner up too his feet. Brandon and Taylor grab each others arms as Bobbie Jay scrambles up..... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Taking down Bobbie Jay! Taylor and Brandon turn round and both pick up Darren Smith... And whip him hard too the ropes. Smith bounces off the ropes... DUCKING UNDER THE CLOTHESLINE! Smith continues on to the opposite ropes... He LEAPS UP.... SPRINGBOARD OFF THE TOP ROPE......... 360 CORKSCREW MOONSAULT ON TO THE CANDY-MUFFIN-CONNECTION!!! Trunks: "LOL!" The crowd are whipped into a frenzy by this fast paced action. Smith climbs up too his feet and shouts too Bobbie Jay, asking him too "help a brutha out".... Bobbie Jay is almost up too his feet, and he and Smith grab Taylor Hamilton and lift him too his feet, tossing him through the ropes too the outside! Theres been so much intereference by both teams that the referee is actually allowing this! In total disarray here! Smith grabs Marks head and lifts him up too his feet... whipping him into Bobbie Jay who catches him on his back.. and SAMOAN DROP!!! Smith grabs his leg, and pulls him into the centre of the ring... HOOK OF THE LEG! ONE! TWO! .. THR- KICK OUTT!!! Taylor Hamilton starts climbing the turnbuckle, unbeknownst too the Urban Assault who are both starting too pick Brandon back up again. Hamilton shouts at them capturing their attention... Both men look round... and Hamilton LEAPS OFF! CROSS-BODY.................. CAUGHT BY URBAN ASSAULT! Trunks: "Ahhh!!" Hamtilton has his feet wrapped round BJs head though! Headscissors TAKEROVER ON BOBBIE JAY! Smith is stunned, and Hamilton keeps his left arm hooked round Darren's neck too pull him down for a FRONT-FACE DDT!!! Joey Kewl: "Awesome stuff by Taylor Hamilton!!" Bobbie, Taylor and Smith all start climbing too their feet... Hamilton rushes too Bobbie, kick to the gut... going for a Stunner- NO! BOBBIE JAY PUSHES HIM AWAY.. TOWARD SMITH!... But Taylor STOMPS ON SMITHS GUT!....... STUNNER!!! Joey Kewl: "HAMILTON HITS THE 'MUGGER'..!!!" Hamilton climbs back too his feet, and turns round into a THUNDEROUS BIG BOOT TOO THE FACE!!!! Bobbie Jay knocked him too the floor in mili-seconds!! Brandon Marks gets up.. and is caught up by Bobbie Jay... and gets him on his back for a Torture Rack!!.... After 3/4 seconds... Bobbie pops him up in the air......... BACKBREAKER!! Trunks: "DAAAYUM!!" Joey Kewl: "THE.. UH.... 'KRACKA KILLA'.......!!" Trunks: "High Impact finisher!!" Bobbie quickly covers Brandon... ONE!... TWO!.... THREEEEE!!! DING DING!! Bink: "LLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN... YOUR WINNERSSS BY PINFALLL!!... DARREN SMITH AND BOBBIE JAYYY... THE URBAN ASSAULT!!" "Rock Star" by R. Kelly starts playing across the PA System... Darren Smith rubs his jaw as he climbs too his feet... Bobbie punches his chest, getting fired up and playing too the crowd as we fade too black. | |
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| RAGE #122
JL puts on the moves... | | Ryan's sister; CJ Cain strolls down the hallway backstage, in search of her brother before his match against Scott Blaze later on. Striding round the corner infront of her is Johnny Legend... who slows down quickly as soon as he spots CJ... Johnny Legend: "Well hello..." Legend extends his hand... CJ raises a brow, and slightly reluctantly shakes it. Johnny Legend: "I haven't seen you around here before." CJ Cain: "I think I recognise you, Johnny." Legend smirks. Johnny Legend: "And your name?" CJ Cain: "Uh... CJ.... Cain." Legend raises a brow... Johnny Legend: "Ah, me and your brother are having a couple of differences at the moment, but don't worry... it's nothing personal... We can still be friends... CJ." CJ shrugs a little. CJ Cain: "I guess." Johnny combs his hand back through his *shimmering* long blonde hair. Johnny Legend: "Well. I've got a match soon.. but uh, we could go to a bar afterward if you want." CJ Cain: "Oh.. I, uh... Am not exactly old enough, quite yet." Legend shrugs. Johnny Legend: "No probs'... I'd definately like too get too know you better though... CJ." Cain smiles a little, blushing slightly as she replies, "I guess i'll see you around then", before she walks off past Johnny. He smirks a little, before walking off... Johnny Legend: "Ah... To be 20 again." Oh dear, JL. Fade. | |
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| RAGE #122
Single / No Special
Ace Hart vs Tony Rich | | In the ring stands Ace Hart, readying for his next match with Tony Rich, who's posing on the corner. Ace rolls his eyes, as Tony hops down and gets the run down from the ref- but Tony's more interested in a girl ringside. Trunks Kenni: "Definately reminding me of Damien Collins, Joe." Joey Kewl: "Yeah but Tony Rich shows up." Trunks Kenni: "Ouch." The ref wants them to shake, and Tony offers his hand. Ace just applied a headlock, and wrenches it- as they spin around, and Ace backs up into a corner, holding onto Tony. Tony reels, and then shoves Ace hart off, and smiles as he follows, but Ace stops dead and nails a back elbow, and then into the gut, as Tony doubles and Ace spins for a DDT- Tony takes his legs out form under him and then BAM, legdrop to the groin. Ace got caught, and now Tony's up and lifts him up and goes for a Fisherman's.... Ace roll shim up- ONE! TWO! NO! Tony kicks and rolls out of the ring. Joey Kewl: "This seems to be a much different Ace from My Bloody Valentine." Ace flies over the canvas, and baseball slides into Rich! Rich bounces into the railing, and Ace comes at him clubbing. The girls in the audience wail, and throw lipstick at Ace, who bats it away. Rich hits a low blow. Joey Kewl: "And since it's on the outside, it's okay!" Trunks Kenni: "This place has weird ass rules. Maybe one day we should post them." Ace doubles over, and Rich rakes the eyes, and then goes for a bulldog. He hits it, and Ace goes down on the mat. Tony then gets on the apron, and heads to the opposite side- and then runs as Ace pushes up, jumping and leaping into a corckscrew splash, as both men crash into the mat and railing! Joey Kewl: "We got two guys, dead on arrival, Trunks!" Tony is up first, leaning against the rail, as he sizes Ace up. Ace crawls up the post, and gets a stiff boot to the face, knocking him back. Joey Kewl: "One thing about the rules, how come some matches have count outs and some don't?" Trunks Kenni: "Yeah definately need to post the differences." Ace comes up and Tony goes for a hurricanrana... but Ace catches him in a pendulum backbreaker! OHHH! Tony collapses, and Ace plucks him up and rolls him into the ring. Tony's only part in and he careens a shin into Ace's chin! Ace backs away, and Tony stands up, leaping over the top in a suicide splash that takes him and Ace both out again!! Tony pushes up, and sees a girl ringside, and leans over the post talking to her. Ace takes him by the tights and head, spinning him around and into the ringpost! Then, into the ring, as Ace slides in and puts his feet up on the ropes for the pin- ONE! TWO! NO! Tony slides to his side, taking Ace with him and hooks a leg- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings as Gym Class Heroes bellows over the public address! Joey Kewl: "And Tony Rich steals one from Ace Hart!" | |
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| RAGE #122
Cross Has Something To Say | | Public Address: DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS CONTENT...LISTENER DISCRETION...IS ADVISED. The fans ERUPT as Edgecrusher hits and Cross makes his way out from behind the curtain with the W2K FTW title wrapped around his waist. Lola is walking by his side as the two make their way down the ramp to a big ovation. Way bigger than any face turns NED ever did, that's fo shizzle. Cross and Lola make their way down ringside and up onto the apron. Cross sits on the middle rope and lifts up the top with his shoulder as Lola climbs in, blatantly putting her face in his crotch. Trunks: DID YOU FREAKING SEE WHAT SHE DID! Joey: Yeah...I was right here. Trunks: Cross must be swinging big things cause he gets all the chicks dang it! Cross lightly pounds on his heart with his palm ala Shane Douglas before he steps over the top rope into the ring where Lola struts over and hands him a microphone. Edgecrusher cuts off. Cross: So...Here I am. FTW title. Fiiiiiiine ass Lola by my side, and the TX are running scared. But, that chickenshit coward NED had my eGold spot terminated. The fans boo, really loud. Cross: Yeah, it's bullshit right? He couldn't one up me on fair ground so as usual he takes the low road, that's fine. I understand, and really, I came out on top anyways when I forced my way back into the eGold hall of fame. Cross pulls a can of spraypaint out of his inside coat pocket and shakes it next to the mic so everyone can hear the rattling. Cross: Was it wrong to defile the hall of fame wall of eGold inductees? Probably, but all I painted was my own picture that can easily be taken down. What was really wrong was for Dangerously to rape the eGold of my plaque. It was earned whether he likes to admit it or not. Cross drops the spraypaint. Cross: He can have The Jerm do his bidding, I don't care. But until he finds a way to brainwash everyone who's ever watched W2K. He'll never stop me or destroy what I've made. But they try to turn it around and put up bogus polls asking the people if I was wrong in winning these mind games and playing Nic like the puppet he is. They put up these polls where the only people who agree with his screwed up opinion are people on his bandwagon. But all the people know better. They say this title is a mockery of NED's legacy, any maybe it is, and maybe it means something more. Maybe it means I'm just giving the people something to believe in, and maybe it means this should be the real title. The reason why I did this and everyone embraced it? It's simple. Because everytime I wrestle I defend W2K's legacy. With every promo posted it's an example of the spirit behind the W2K name. Call me the three thousand time champion or call me the one time champion, either way. I've defended the W2K image more than Dangerously ever dreamed about doing. But what everyone wants to see is me beating him for the belt. And the only way for me to get that shot without Hamid here is to win the Anarchy Rumble. The fans cheer big. It's obvious they want him to win and get revenge. Cross: The Jerm wasn't even going to let me in the Rumble. Big boos. Cross: So what happened? I caught The Jerm trying to make new friends in Scott Addams. Then I did what I always do and I made things happen. I took Addams out of commission and with that, I took over his spot in the Anarchy rumble. Everybody's been wondering...What number do I have? Well let me say this. It doesn't matter what number I have because at the end of the night I will be the one heading to Palooza to destroy Dangerously. Just like Dante plans to do tonight. Which brings me to my next subject. Since they have their polls up on W2K dot come, how about I make a live poll right here tonight? The fans cheer. Joey: What's he talking about? Trunks: I'm not sure but it can't be good! Cross: Tonight for every fan that marches into The Jerm's office and demands I be put back in eGold, you get a free beer and a free hot dog from the consession stands! Trunks: THAT'S NOT A POLL AT ALL!! THAT'S BRIBERY TO GET WHAT HE WANTS! Joey: LOOK AT THE PEOPLE FLOODING OUTTA HERE! Cross: And for all you NED lovers you guys get a free TX lunch date. Serenity leaves. Joey: BURN!! Trunks: This isn't right! Someone needs to warn McMillion! Joey: So then go do it? Trunks: Oh...I meant someone else. Cross: It's good to be the champ. And on cue, Johnny Legend strolls out onto the ramp. Johnny Legend: "Sure Cross... You may be a Champion... the PEOPLE's Champion. The CHUMPS Champion. These fans... They don't understand real talent. All they get is some big freak stood in the ring, mouthing off twenty-four seven and telling them that he's basically their friend. Pfft..." Legend strolls very slowly around the rampway, not getting any closer too Cross who stands in the ring. Johnny Legend: "I don't need too suck up too this crowd, Cross. I've got the talent to get ahead in this business without having too appeal too the emotions of a few stupid drunks in the audience." Cross: Those drunks are the only ones believing you put on a decent match. Johnny! Johnny Legend: "I know you want too get your hands on me, Cross. I know you wanna tear the BIG J-L up... Beat me down. But you ain't gonna, Cross... It's not gonna happen, i'm always gonna be one step ahead cause whether you like too believe it or not, i'm cleverer than you..." LOLz0r! Johnny Legend: "I will duck and dodge you for aslong as it takes. Because I know I did the right thing at New Years Resolutions... Handing Dangrously the W2K Championship. Because YOU, Cross... Simply ain't Championship material." Johnny smirks, shrugging a little as he backs off slowly up the rampway... Cross: First of moron...Cleaverer isn't even a word. Second of all. Cross quickly climbs out of the ring and runs full speed up the rampway as JL's eyes bug out and he runs for the back. Cross drops the mic as Lola comes up as Cross escorts her with his arm as Edgecrusher hits on his way to the back. | |
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| RAGE #122
High Risk Title / Cage Match
Sef Kinsley (c) vs. Johnny Legend | |
Both men are in the ring as Sef give sup the High Risk belt to the referee, who, while the cage lowers, holds the belt up to let everyone know this is indeed a title match up between two of the three of the Texan Connection. The belt is passed off to the outside, and the cage finally lowered to it's bottom, secured to the ring posts.
Joey Kewl: "This is a one fall cage match up for the High Risk Championship, which, when it was still the XW Title, Johnny Legend actually held." Trunks Kenni: "It's about survival in any environment, Joey, and like a cockroach, Johnny knows how to survive." The bell sounds, as Johnny tries to go for a handshake, but Sef slaps it out of the way. Joey Kewl: "Alot of hostility between these two faction members." JL holds out his hand again, and Sef slaps it again. JL slaps Sef in the face! The crowd goes "OHH!" as Sef swings back with a closed fist! JL reels, but Sef grabs him and runs him to the caging, PLOW... JL bounces off the cage and flops on his back, as Sef pulls him up and swings him into a neckbreaker right off... JL's up slower, and SEF goes for a bulldog, and hits it. JL pops up and is in a stagger- and as Sef comes at him again he gets a rake to the eyes! Knife edge, and another, and Sef is scooped up and plowed in a bodyslam. Trunks Kenni: "Like I said, Joey, a survivor." JL grabs the top and wrenches his heel into Sef's throat. Sef kicks and JL jumps, spingboarding down in an Asai Moonsault onto Sef as the ref counts- ONE! TWO! NO! Sef kicks, and pulls himself onto the apron, and stands- JL dropkicks him in the head, and Sef sways from hitting the caging. JL wraps him up and into a suplex, and at the tilt, he tosses him forward into the cage! Sef drops on his head, crumpled, and JL pulls him out into the ring, and makes a cover- ONE! TWO! NO! Sef gets a shoulder up, and JL akes to his feet and drops down driving elbow after driving elbow into Se'fs head, neck and back, as Sef tries to crawl away. JL rips him up and into the ropes, and comes at him with a jumping Knee, but Sef catches him, dipping down and then springing him into the cage! JL hits, and then falls onto his feet on the apron, and then falls back into the top rope as Sef spins and applies a dragon sleeper... he heaves him up, apsins, and then drops JL in a modified Jackhammer!! The crowd explodes as Sef reaches, hooks the leg and covers- ONE! TWO! NO! JL kicks out, barely, and Sef heaves him up again, going for a swinging neckbreaker- but JL flips him back in a belly-to-back! Joey Kewl: "These two just not giving an inch to each other!" JL waves Sef off, and then climbs up the corner... He goes to do some high flying move, but stops, and points to his cranium. He's smartsness. As Sef recovers, he turns and continues up the cage as the fans boo... Trunks Kenni: "Good idea, to go for the escape victory!" Sef stands, and falters, but sees JL, as he runs full blast, hopping onto the corner, and grabbing JL fast, and wraps him up for a SUPER german suplex! BLASTED... JL rolls back twices, and ends up folded in half!! Sef comes form the ropes and does a rolling thunder type offense, nailing the bent-in-half Legend, and coming back up, as he goes for the corner. JL sits up... and as Sef continues up he halts, waiting for JL... JL comes nd Sef measures a boot straight to the face, and another, but JL grabs his ankle, and as Sef hangs on the corner of the cage, JL trwists his leg into an ankle lock!!! Sef beats his own head agains tthe cage, and tries to pull up, but JL jumps and grapevines the leg!!! JL's shoulders are on the mat, and the ref drops for the count- ONE! TWO! NO! JL spins to avoid the count and in doing so, sends Sef into a spiral crash! JL releases, and hops on Sef's back, in the corner, to jump up half way up the cage. Sf grabs his legs, both of them, and pulls, as JL flops on his belly hard, and Sef laces him up into a Sharpshooter- but then drops back with an elbow to the head and puts on and STF variation- JL cries out, wailing! Joey Kewl: "We may have a submission victory!" Trunks: "Oh, Johnny's beautiful, beautiful face!" JL grabs the ref's ear, pulling it hard and screaming that if he doesn't break the hold, he'll rip his ear off! The ref is yelping in a shrill voice, as Longfeatherlaps Sef and starts counting to five- Joey Kewl: "There's no DQ's in a cage match!" Sef breaks it, and JL releases the ref, and he huffs. Sef shoves the ref, and JL wraps him up for a rollup! ONE! TWO! NO!!! Sef kicks, and they race up- Sef hits a hard blow to JL's head, and another, and reels him back into the corner, then sends him across the ring- JL reverses it and short arms, nailing a Russian Leg Sweep... JL then spins and rolls to the door. The refs unlock it, and he's about to walk out when his leg is caught- Sef rips him back in through the ropes and into a short arm clothesline! JL gets back to his feet, and notices Sef half up the cage... he runs, jumping on the top rope not he corner, and nails Sef in the gut with a knee, and then BAM... "Perfect Alibi" off the top and into the ring. Both men lay. They roll, but away from each other. And then stand, as JL heads up the cage. Sef runs beside, and then climbs, both in a mad rush to get the hell outta that cage. At the top, they trade blows... Sef reels, his head and bac hanging over the edge... then swings around and nails JL... then again.. JL hangs upside down as the crowd gasps- and just as He almost drops he swings up and grabs Sef.. as both come down crashing to the mat!! Joey Kewl: "Who hit first? Who hit first?" Trunks Kenni: "I have no idea- my god I think-" Neither man's feet have touched the floor. Both are lain strewn over each other, as Johnny rolls and a foot comes down onto the matting... The ref, Andrew, on the outside counts on his hand one foot- Sef goes to sit up but cant, but the heel of his foot hits the mat- and the pointer of the Ref's other hand comes up- As the crowd stands to see, and JL's and Sef's second foot hits the floor, the ref counts two on both sides! The bell rings! Joey Kewl: "This match is being declared a draw!" Trunks Kenni: "Well that's stupid, that means Sef retains by Default!" Joey Kewl: "Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?" Some authorities come out to check on Sef and JL, as we fade to commercial. | |
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| RAGE #122
Doomsayer and Voidspeaker | Backstage we see a figure with a white cloak, and a single black stripe along the back of the hood. This man can only be known as "Doomsayer". He stands there, his head slightly bowed so that we can only see a part of his odd mask. "At the eve of Anarchy A match will take place
My talents you will see
Try to keep the pace Spectators will be in awe
As the man of few words
Rips your back in half like a saw Your the sheep, and Doomsayer is the shepherd." Doomsayer turns to his left, and onto the scene enters a man in opposite colors of Doomsayer. The man points to us. "Your soul belongs to the void, no time for lies
I am the harbinger, your soul will linger You shudder to see who I really am. For now... I am only... Voidspeaker." The scene fades out there as almost everyone in the crowd contacts their life insurance agent. | |
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| RAGE #122
Tag Team Match
Serenity & Pyxii DeWolfe vs. Alia Starr & Rorie Steele | | Joey Kewl: "So these lovely ladies have graced the ring, and we're ready too get started here Trunks." Trunks: "This is a freakin dream, Joey....... Alia has an awesome pair of-" Joey Kewl: "Melons, ya could say. Though there's no doubt that Serenity is as hot as-" Trunks: "A Texan Sunrise, perhaps?" Alia Starr and Rorie Steele stand in one corner... not exactly making much eye contact. Infact the same goes for the opposite corner, with Serenity and Pyxii just about as unified. Serenity steps toward the centre of the ring, so Pyxii just shrugs and climbs out onto the apron... Alia looks back at Rorie, before suddenly turning back too Serenity and CHARGING TOWARD HER!.... JUMPING LARIAT! DING DING! Joey Kewl: "The Champ jumps Serenity!!" Trunks: "HOT!" Alia and Serenity crash to the mat, and Alia erm... mounts Serenity. Now giving the blonde bombshell some hard hitting right hands to the face. Alia grabs Serenitys head with both hands, and yanks it up and forward, like she's trying too rip it from Serenitys neck. Serenity nails Alia both sides of her ribs using her fists, forcing Alia off. Serenity climbs up to her feet, and Starr raises a knee up into her forehead! Serenity staggers back, and Alia presses her back against the ropes, before whipping him forward to the opposite rope- No! Serenity hangs on to Alias wrist, and now its Starr who is whipped to the ropes... She bounces off them... and Serenity squats down, lifting Alia over her shoulder for a high-rise Back Drop! Alia rolls back to her feet.. and Serenity stomps down angrily on her gut... Serenity leaps up.. STANDING ENZIGURI!! Joey Kewl: "BRUTAL!!" Serenity backs too her corner now, arms raised, taunting after her brutal kick... Pyxii leans over the ropes, and plants her hand on Serenitys head, rubbing her head and messing up her hair as if she was congratulating her dog. Pyxii shrugs as Serenity turns round, looking offended and kinda angry... Serenity visibly says 'What the f*ck?' too Pyxii, who again shrugs... Serenity turns back round, and Pyxii smirks. Hm, that was kinda weird. Serenity bends down and picks Starr up, flashing a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS HER CHEST!! Wooo! Alia springs back, bouncing off the ropes with her arms folded across her chest... Serenity stomps down on Alia's knee, and pulls her off the ropes, Serenity grabs Alia round the waist, and lifts her up.. nailing an Inverted Atomic Drop! Alia bounces around, clutching her inner thigh.. Serenity then downs Alia with a short clothesline. She seems too be in firm control. But Serenity turns back, and walks toward her corner, holding out her hand for the tag...... Pyxii slaps down on her hand, viciously hard.. and Serenity double-takes, giving Pyxii an odd look... Pyxii smirks, climbing into the ring, and Serenity doesnt know what too make of it. Trunks: "Pyxii's being kind've odd." Joey Kewl: "Yeah..." Trunks: "Maybe 'cause she is originally that really cold country in northern europe? Those guys are kinda weird right?" Joey Kewl: "...." Pyxii bends down and slowly gets Starr too her feet. Pyxii reaches back for a right hand, but Alia ducks it, TACKLING HER TOO THE GROUND! Starr slowly climbs to her feet, breathing hard, and giving Rorie Steele the tag. Rorie now climbs in, grinning widely as she puts the boots into Pyxii for a brief moment. Rorie grabs Pyxii and gets her too her feet... Knee to the gut.. Scoop Slam! Rorie runs at the ropes, bouncing off them and baseball sliding into Pyxii's gut! Rorie climbs back too her feet, and rips Pyxii off the mat. Pyxii is shoved into the corner, where Rorie SHOULDER DRIVES into her gut! Rorie backs off toward the middle of the ring... and then charges toward Pyxii-OH! BOOT TO RORIE'S FACE!.... Steele staggers back in pain... and Pyxii rushes toward her, nailing her with a vicious OVERHAND CHOP!!! Rorie staggers back, and Pyxii gets her in a headlock, she runs with Rorie toward the nearest ropes... and steps up the ropes to spin into a Bulldog.. but Rorie simply grabs her waist, and falls back for a BACK SUPLEX!! Rorie climbs up to her feet slowly, and goes over too Alia Starr.. slapping down in her shoulder, which Starr didnt appreciate. Alia climbs in, and Rorie trips her a little... making Alia look back at her tag 'partner'... Alia frowns... and Rorie looks at her as if she hasnt done anything... Starr looks back at Pyxii and walks toward her, as she bends down too pick Pyxii up.. she pulled into a SMALL PACKAGE PIN! ONE!.. TWO!.. THR- KICK OUUUUTTTT!!! Joey Kewl: "OHH!! ALMOST A LOSS FOR W2K'S CHAMPIONESS!!" Trunks: "I'd hate it if this match ended." Joey Kewl: "Because of the wrestling?" Trunks: "Pfft, no you dork, because of the hotties involved." Joey Kewl: "Well yeah, that was the joke-" Trunks: "SILENCE!" Pyxii and Alia both get back too their feet quickly.. and start exchanging vile right hands! Alia gives Pyxii a harsh kick to the side of the knee!! Pyxii wobbles a little.. and Starr runs to the ropes at the side, bouncing off them and running into a sudden TILT-A-WHIRL BACK BREAKER FROM PYXII!!!! Alia clutches her back, and Pyxii climbs back up too her feet. She starts stomping down on Alia's spine, over and over! Pyxii stops, and strides round the ring, waiting for Alia to get too her feet. Serenity holds out her hand, eager for the tag, but Pyxii isnt giving it to her at this moment.... Alia climbs up too her feet, and Pyxii toe kicks her in the gut... DDT!! Pyxii sits up and grins. She climbs up to her feet and strolls over too Serenity.. giving her the tag.... Serenity climbs into the ring and Pyxii stares at her... tapping her on the shoulders.... Serenity turns round...................... RIGHT HAND BY PYXII!! Pyxii knocks down her tag partner!! Pyxii starts stomping viciously down on Serenity! Trunks: "WOAH WOAH WOAH!" The referee's shocked, he doesnt know what to do... Alia starts climbing too her feet... and suddenly RORIE STEELE RUSHES IN..............SPPPPPEAR!!! ALIA IS NAILED!! Complete chaos in the ring at Rorie and Pyxii have turned on their tag partners... Within a few moments the fighting stops though, and Rorie and Pyxii catch each others eye.... PYXII CHARGES AT RORIE!... DROP TOE HOLD BY STEELE!.. Rorie grabs Pyxii's hair from the back, and lifts her head up, before SLAMMING HER HEAD AGAINST THE CANVAS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!! Joey Kewl: "Chaos here!!" Serenity grabs Rorie's head and rips her backwards, slamming the back of her head against the mat before dropping the elbow on her gut! Serenity climbs up to her feet, and grabs Pyxii viciously, ripping her off the mat and getting too her feet... Body blow to the gut! Serenity gives Pyxii a massive forearm smash to the face, and grabs her wrist, whipping her into the ropes... Pyxii bounces off the ropes, with Serenity waiting in the centre.......... NOO!!! ALIA STARR SPEARS SERENITY BEFORE SHE CAN GET HER HANDS ON PYXII!!!..... ALIA GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO- Pyxii breaks it up with an angry stomp too Alia! Pyxii grabs Alia and gtes her too her feet, KNEE TO THE GUT! Pyxii grabs Alia's hair, and uses it too THROW STARR THROUGH THE ROPES AND TOO THE OUTSIDE!! Pyxii turns round and OH! KICK TO THE GUT! Pyxii's bent over by Rorie, and her arms are hooked over her back.... "FRANKEN-STEELE!"... HIT TOO PERFECTION! THEY ARE NOT LEGAL, BUT RORIE COVERS PYXII FOR THE PIN!.. THE REFEREE COUNTS!! ONE!.. TWO!.. THR- BASEMENT DROPKICK TOO RORIE'S FACE BY SERENITY!!! Joey Kewl: "OHHHHHHHHH!!!" Serenity climbs up to her feet as Rorie rolls away, clutching her face. Serenity shakes her head as she stares down at Pyxii, she rips her 'tag partner' off the mat, and beats her in the gut with a strong right fist. Serenity grabs Pyxiis head with both hands, and rushes her over to the turnbuckle, SLAMMING HER FACE ON IT! Serenity brings her head back.. then SLAMS it on the corner again!! Serenity drives her shoulder into Pyxii's gut, then lifts her up onto the turnbuckle, so she is sat on it. Serenity is about too climb up.. when suddenly Rorie wraps her arms round Serenitys waist................ GERRRMAN SUPLEX... PIN!!!! Joey Kewl: "STRENGTH!" ONE!.... TWO!...... PYXII JUMPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE... THR- TOP ROPE LEG DROP LANDS FLUSH ON RORIE'S GUT!!!!! The crowd go wild! Pyxii covers Rorie Steele! ONE! TWO! KICK OUTTT!!!! Rorie JUST kept her 'team' in the match! Pyxii grabs Rorie by the hair and drags her up to her feet, whilst Alia Starr begins too climb the turnbuckle... Pyxii gives Rorie a vicious european uppercut... Serenity slowly climbs too her feet, and stumbles toward Rorie and Pyxii.. Trunks: "LOOK AT ALIA!" ............... CROSS-BODY FROM THE TURNBUCKLE BY ALIA STARR!! CRASHING DOWN ON ALL OF THE OTHER THREE LADIES!!! Everybody is on the canvas, in a heap! Pyxii crawls over too the ropes, using them to get herself up... Rorie pushes herself off the canvas, slowly getting too her feet.. so does Serenity now. Pyxii turns.. and OH!... FOOTBALL TACKLE ON RORIE, SLAMMING HER TOO THE MAT! PYXII FLIPS OVER FOR THE BRIDGE PIN! THIS COULD SETTLE IT! ONE! TWO! Serenity kicks Pyxii in the ribs!!! Trunks: "WHAT'S SHE DOING?" Joey Kewl: "She doesn't even want her partner too get the pin, Trunks! This is more like a fatal-four-way match!" Serenity pulled back into a SCHOOL BOY PIN BY ALIA!.. ONE!.. TWO!.. KICK OUT! OH!! Alia gets up too her feet, and so does Pyxii... Starr runs to the ropes next too Pyxii... SPRINGBOARD OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE.......... TORNADO D-D-T!!! Pyxii got nailed there!! Rorie Steele see's Starr, and finds her opportunity... Alia's about too make the pin on Pyxii, when she spots Rorie lurking.. Starr and Rorie step toward eachother- OHHH!!!!!... SUPER-KICK ON RORIE BY SERENITY!! THUNDERRRRING KICK TO HE CHIN!!.. Serenity looks toward Alia, who charges toward her... Clothesline ducked! Serenity grabs Alia's wrist on the way past, and spins her round.. kick to the gut.... Twist Of Fate variation!!!!! Trunks: "OHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Serenity HOOKS THE LEG!.. ONE!... TWO!... THREEEE!!!! DING DING!!! Joey Kewl: "What a Cluster-" Trunks: "F*CK!!" Bink: "LLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMENNN!!... YOUR WINNNERRRSSSSSSS......... PYXII DEWOLFE... AND SEEERENITYYY!!!!!" "Drama Queen" by the Switches hits the PA System.. Joey Kewl: "I bet Pyxii isnt feeling like a winner right now..." Serenity rolls out the ring quickly, with all the other three women still down on the ring... Pyxii gives Serenity a hard stare, as we fade too black. | |
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| RAGE #122
Ryan Cain makes his pick for Anarchy | | The little plastic balls inside the tumbler roll one over the other right over the other, as the crank is turned round and round. We pull away from the close-up on the little instrument to find Jeremy McMillion wearing that typical arrogant expression as he looks toward the entrance to his office. As the door is heard swining shut, McMillion stops rotating the tumbler’s handle and rubs his hands together a big�?as Ryan FOCKin Cain enters the scene and all the fans in the arena can be heard in their explosion of appraisal. Jerm: Ah, Ryan Cain�?W2K is so glad to have you taking part in Anarchy this year. Ryan just stares at Jerm stoically, obviously not too stoked about having to go through this. Ryan: After the crap that happened at Valentine, this is just one more match I have to go through before I can get to that gold, McMillion. Jerm looks sarcastically taken aback. Jerm: Oh, Ryan, don’t be so-�?/FONT> Ryan: Just shut up so I can do this. McMillion’s eyebrows raise and he lifts his hands, palms out as if to say “if you say so,�?and takes a couple steps back. Ryan steps up to the tumbler and pulls it open on top. With a sigh, looking down into all the little capsules, he reaches his hand inside and, after some rustling, pulls one out. Gazing down at it in his hand for a moment, he glances over at McMillion, who quickly wipes the obvious smirk off his face. Ryan cracks the ball open and unrolls the piece of paper inside, almost immediately closing his eyes and shaking his head disappointedly�?but almost like he was expecting it. Jerm’s smirk has become an asinine grin behind Ryan. Ryan: You know, Jerm�?a couple years ago, I would’ve stood here and thought my luck had just taken a turn for the worst. But after all I’ve been through, and after I’ve come to know you the way I do�?I’m not even surprised. Let’s try something. He crumples the paper up in his fist and throws it aside before reaching back inside the tumbler and pulling out another ball�?as Jerm just stares on in wide-eyed shock. Ryan cracks it open and pulls out the piece of paper, looking down at it. Ryan: Number one. He pulls another, opening it. Ryan: Number one. Again. Ryan: Number one. One more time, and this time, Ryan just grins out of anger and shakes his head. Ryan: Number focking one. Violently, Ryan shoves the tumbler off its decorative table and the plastic balls roll all over the place as Ryan turns to the Jerm, getting right in his face and breathing heavily in his rage. Ryan: Did you expect this to catch me off guard, McMillion?!? Don’t you think I would’ve started *expecting* crap like this a long time ago? I walked in that door, and I already knew what was going to happen, because you’re the most obnoxiously predictable piece of garbage I’ve ever dealt with! So you really want me to walk out there as the number-one entrant? That’s focking fine with me. That just means I’ll have to embarrass the entire damn roster, and after I win, no one will be able to say I don’t deserve it. Not you, not Mitchell, not Dangerously�?focking *nobody*! So I’ll take this number, McMillion�?/FONT> He holds it up on Jerm’s face�?and then lowers it down by his side, slipping it into his pocket. Ryan: �?and I’ll put it in my pocket. I’ll go into Anarchy at the beginning, and I’ll fight until the bitter, bloody focking end. After all, I wrecked the hell out of the last one, and everyone knows it�?this’ll just be further proof that no one- focking NO ONE outperforms me in big match situations. Ryan flinches toward Jerm, who jumps back a bit. Ryan: Give Nic my sentiments. And with that, Ryan walks away, out of the scene�?and Jerm just watches him go, apparently not so sure about his “great�?idea. We switch to a camera in the hallway outside the office, just in time to see Ryan step through the door and let it shut behind him. Still all fired up, he stomps down the hall. “And then the hooker gave the money *back*! True story.�?/FONT> Ryan stops abruptly upon hearing this, looking to the side�?and smirking. Ryan: Felix�?/FONT> FTN looks up from his conversation kinda surprised�?and turns to meet Ryan, who’s approaching him. Ryan: You’re competing in Anarchy, aren’t you? FTN looks a little confused like “why the hell is Ryan Cain talking to me about this?�?Because, well�?it really doesn’t make sense. FTN: Uh�?yeah. Ryan: Have you picked your number? FTN: �?Yeah. Ryan: Man, did you get jipped, too? I just left Jerm’s office, and, apparently, I’m not gonna be able to go out there until the focking match is almost over. How lame is that? FTN’s eyebrows narrow dramatically like “wtf?!?�?/FONT> FTN: Uh�?not lame at al-�?/FONT> Ryan: Oh, come on. I mean, thanks for making me feel better�?but seriously. There’s no real bright side to this. Ryan’s inflection is real cheesy and unconvincing�?but FTN is an idiot. Ryan puts his hands on his hips with a sigh. Ryan: Maybe I can find someone that will trade with me. FTN’s eyes open up super wide. FTN: �?I’ll trade you, Ryan. Ryan gasps. Ryan: You will?!? FTN: Yeah, Ryan�?/FONT> He nods. FTN: �?I will. Ryan excitedly pulls the number out of his pocket. Ryan: What do you want for it?? FTN: Just the number is fi-�?/FONT> Pulling his right hand out of his other pocket, Ryan holds up�?/FONT> Ryan: I got NED’s car keys. �?a ring of keys. Ryan: It’s just a Viper, but�?/FONT> FTN about creams himself. FTN: That’ll do fine, Ryan. Just fine. Ryan: Score! Ryan gives Newman the keys and the number, and FTN hands over his number as Ryan shakes his hand eagerly. Ryan: Thanks so much, bro. I owe you huge. FTN: It’s nothing, Ryan, really. Don’t even worry about it. Hurriedly, Ryan walks away�?and turns a corner, putting on a sly smirk just before FTN’s voice is heard from a distance. FTN: WHAT THE-?!? Ryan looks very happy with himself, having outsmarted the Jerm, as he unfolds the number in his hand and looks down at it. The smirk quickly disappears. Ryan: FOCK!! | |
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| RAGE #122
Singles/W2K IMPACT-NON-TITLE MATCH
Dante Cross vs. Nic E Dangerously | | Joey Kewl: "This could be a classic, Trunks." Trunks: "I promise you Dante is getting WAY MORE than he bargained for coming up against Dangerously." Joey Kewl: "Dante has recognised NED's quality though, Trunks." Trunks: "Your damn right he has, Dangerously is the King of W2K." We cut too Harold Binkle, W2K's Announcer, who stands in the centre of the ring... Bink: "LLLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!... THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR ONE FALLLLLLL...." Suddenly, 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 .." 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, with the Impact Title belt wrapped round his waist. Joey Kewl: "Dangerously might actually be the 'good guy' in this match, atleast in the fans view!" ".. 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!" 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. Bink: "FIRST!... FROM ONTARIO, CANADA... WEIGHING 236lbsssssssssss!!!... HE'S THE W-2-K IMPACT CHAMPIOOONN!!... HE'S THE 'HARDCORE CANUCK'..........DANTEEEE CROSSSS!!" "Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what)
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what)
Now go to sleep bitch!!!" He shakes his head looking out a fan waving the Texas state flag and hops down. Dante leans in the same corner looking relaxed, waiting for his opponent. "King Nothing" rumbles across the PA, as a woman's voice repeats "Danger... danger... danger..." over and over. Red and white strobes flare across the rampway, and the song kicks in just after the woman says "You have just entered... the dangerzone!", at the chorus, and Nic E Dangerously walks out on stage, with arms extended parallel to the floor, and he spins as he walks down to the ramp. Gold is wrapped around his waist, and is hanging over his right shoulder. Trunks: "THERE HE IS!" Bink: "AAAAAAAAAAAAND HIS OPPONENT!! FROM SAN ANTONIOOOOO, TEXAS, U-S-AA!!!!!... WEIGHING 260lbssssssssssss!!!..... HE'S ONE HALF OF THE W-2-K TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... AND ALSO THEEEE W-2-K HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONNN!!!!!................... 'THE PARADIGM'.... NIC..E..DANGEROUSLYYY!!!" Once he hits the ring, he walks up the steps, holding the top rope with his left hand, as his right arm extends up, with a fist. He climbs into the ring, and immediately locks arms with Dante. Nic smirks a little.. then looks to the fans, and taps his W2K Championship belt. Dante looks at it, rather enviously... Joey Kewl: "Maybe he IS a future W2K Champion, Trunks." Trunks: "Im not saying last week's match with Rot wasnt impressive Joey, but is Dante really up too Dangerously's standard?" Nic tosses his Tag belt too the referee.. and then slowly unclips his Heavyweight belt from his waist. Dante does the same with his Impact title belt.. as the two simply stare at each other as NED's music fades off, to be repalced with heightened atmosphere from the crowd. The referee collects the belts, and hands them too Binkle on the outside, so that we can get the match started. DING DING.. A massive roar from the crowd is heard, it's about absolutely electric in this W2K Arena. Trunks: "The sort've of electricity that only DANGEROUSLY can create, Joey." Nic and Dante start circling the ring now, the atmosphere staying at the same high-level up until this point. NED smirks, rubbing his hands together slowly. Dante rushes toward the centre quickly, making NED step back... Dante smirks... and steps back once. Nic looks annoyed, glaring at Dante. Nic challenges Dante now, telling him too 'Step Up'... Dante shrugs, raising his arms to head height, saying 'Whatever you want, Neddy'... Dante and Nic now simulataineously CHARGE into the centre of the ring! POWERFUL ELBOW-AND-COLLAR TIE UP! NED's weight advantage is 30lbs but that doesnt seem to be particular telling at the moment, with both men being very even... They stay in the middle, both arching their backs too force the pressure more... and now Dante starts too slide back, unable too compete with Dangerously's power this time round. Before Dante reaches the ropes, Nic suddenly breaks the tie-up and reaches back for a big right hand... but ITS DUCKED! Dante turns back round, and spins NED round... KNEE TO THE GUT! Dante runs back too the opposite ropes, as Nic clutches his gut, staggering a little in the centre of the ring.... Dante bounces off the ropes and charges toward Nic... but gets caught- SAMOAN DROP!! Dangerously was playing possum there! Nic sits up, and smirks, the trademark sadistic smirk.... getting a roar out of some Hardcore W2K fans... real 'Dangerously' fans. Trunks: "w00p!" Dangerously climbs too his feet, and grabs Dante's head, slowly picking him up to his feet. NED gets Dante in a tight headlock, dragging him over too the turnbuckle, Dangerously tightens the headlock.. and then starts giving Dante some closed fist punches to the top of the head! After three stiff hits, Dante is thrown against the turnbuckle roughly. Dangerously gives him a vile blow too the gut. He steps out, raising his right arm too get another roar from the crowd... Dangerously suddenly charges in, and spins to his side to nail a ELBOW SMASH into Dantes face! Dangerously ROARS furiously as Dante staggers out the corner... Dante gets a big knee to the gut! Before Dangerously drives his shoulder into Dantes gut.. and lifts him up for a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Joey Kewl: "Dangerously's dominant here!" Nic doesnt hang on for the pin, he starts getting too his feet immediately. The pace is slowed right down to what Dangerously's likes best, a slow and methodical type of match. Dangerously starts picking apart Dante's back, angrily stomping down on the back of the shoulders. NED grabs Dante and rips him off the mat, tossing him into the nearby turnbuckle again... Dangerously walks away from Dante.. and then circles round and CHARGES TOWARD HIM!..... TWO BOOTS IN NED'S FACE! Dangerously staggers back, clutching his nose... Joey Kewl: "Too casual by Dangerously!" Danter lifts himself up onto a sitting position on the the turnbuckle... he stands up fully on the middle rope........ Jumping off for a MISSILE DROPKICK TOO NED'S CHEST!! Dangerously hits the canvas with a THUD! Dante and Dangerously now start climbing too their feet at virtually the same time... Dangerously turns round too a BIG RIGHT HAND!! NED staggers a little, catching him off guard there. Dante runs past NED, toward the ropes... he jumps.. SPRINGBOARD OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE.. LEAPING TOWARD NED........ But Nic turns round!... AND MANAGES TOO CATCH DANTE!!! Trunks: "Powerrrrr!!" Dangerously moves to the ropes, too try and dump Dante over the top... but Dante wraps his legs round Dangerously for a Body Scissors, hanging onto his head... too DRAG HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TOO! BOTH MEN CRASH TOO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE! Both men clutch the back of their heads... Dangerously looks seriously angry as he climbs too his feet... Dante suddenly GRABS NED'S HAIR! And drags him down toward the barricade... SLAMMING his head against the steel railing! NED bounces back, shaking his head as he stumbles. Dante toe kicks him in the gut... european uppercut too NED... and then another... Dangerously now leans back against the railing. Dante climbs up onto the apron, and grabs onto the top rope... staring at Dangerously for a second... before LEAPING OFF.... CROSSBODY ON DANGEROUSLY'S CHEST, FLIPPING HIM OVER THE STEEL RAILING!!!!!........ Both men are in amongst the crowd now! Dante climbs too his feet, with chants of "Lets Go Neddy!" stirring around him... Dante tries too make himself some room... Dangerously lies on his back, clutching his lower back.......... Dante suddenly runs at the steel railing, stepping up onto the edge of it and FLIPPING BACK...... MOONSAULT!........ Joey Kewl: "OHHH NO!" Dangerously rolled out the way! Dante seems hurt in a bad way, clutching his knees which nailed the floor with some ferocity. Dangerously now begins too climb up too his feet, roaring "Come on you Sonuvabitch!", recieving a ROAR of support from surrounding W2K fans. The referee is going nuts but isnt even considering starting a count out here. Dangerously grabs Dante's head, and picks up him too his feet... Nic gives Dante a vicious forearm smash to the jaw. Dante staggers around, wobbling a little.. Dangerously TACKLES HIM! DRIVING HIM BACK INTO THE STEEL RAILING!!! A massive BANG is heard as the impact is made. Dante clutches his back, looking up to the roof with pain visible in his expression. Dangerously climbs over the railing and back to ringside... he grabs Dante and drags him over too. Dangerously keeps Dante up on his feet.. and SLINGS him into the apron! Dangerously then grabs Dantes wrist, and whips him DOWN into the Steel Railing!!! Dante's head crashes against the railing and he droops too the floor, clutching his head...... Dante pulls his hand away, and his fingers are covered in blood from a cut too the back of his head... Trunks: "Dangerouslys opened him up!" Dangerously smirks, grabbing Dante's hair and pulling him up... Dangerouslys slams Dante FOREHEAD on the edge of the apron! Complete brutality by the 'King of the Indies', and he is loving every minute of it.. Dangerously turns Dante over, leaning back against the apron.... KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!!.... OVERHAND CHOP!..... KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!!! Dante clutches his chest, he's been the recieving end of some major punishment so far in this contest. Joey Kewl: "Well Dangerously's been the better man so far, he's been clinical, Trunks. Although the referee's being really lenient here." Trunks: "Too DQ Dangrously would be a major mistake, Joey." NED grabs Dantes wrist again.. and goes for another whip into the railing- NO! Dante holds on, reversing the whip and sending Dangerously charging into the railing at pace! Trunks: "DQ HIM!!!" Dangerously clutches his left shoulder, which was the first too connect. Dante kicks NED UP into the gut! Dante grabs Nic's head and drags him round the ring toward the commentary table. Dante knee's NED up in the gut.. and then again! Dante looks hurt, but then extremely vengeful.. wanting too pay back NED for the punishment he's already dished out. Dante lifts Nic up Suplex style.... he manages to turn and face the tables with Dangerously lifted, showing his own strength.... and then DROPS Nic onto the table! The table doesnt break, but Dangerously clutches is chest and Joey and Trunks rise out there seats quickly... Dangerously slides off the table, too the floor. Joey and Trunks climb over the barricade too get out the way, and Dante leaps over the table, landing on Nic and THROWING VICIOUS RIGHTS AT HIS FACE! Joey Kewl: "JESUS! DANTE'S LIVID!!" The back of Dante's head is now soaked with blood... he touches the back of his head momentarily, looking at the blood covering his right hand... before slapping it right across NED's face! Dante gets up to his feet, standing over Dangerously. Dante raises both arms up, getting a mixture of boo's and cheers... Dante grabs Nic and drags him away from the Commentary area... pushing him toward the apron. Dangerously lifts up a leg onto the apron, and gets into the ring himself. Dante climbs in after him... and follows Dangerously as he crawls to the centre, then starts too climb up. Dangerously has a blood stain on one cheek, and he looks a little dazed... Dante runs off the ropes behind him, and runs up too NED.... BULLDOG!! Landed perfectly! Dante rolls Dangerously over for the matches first pinning predicament! ONE! TWO!.. Shoulder up!! Joey Kewl: "I think Dangerouslys starting too realise he's in a real match now with the well-travelled, and very experienced Dante Cross." Trunks: "Well-travelled?.. Like a Whore? or.." Joey Kewl: "Uh....." Dante grabs Nics head and starts lifting him too his feet... Dante shoves Dangerously back a little... then KNIFE EDGE CHOPS HIM ACROSS HIS CHEST!......... AND AGAIN!........ AND AGAIN!..... AND AGAIN!..... AND AGAIN!............... AND AGAIN!!!! Trunks: "CHOPPING FRENZY!" Nic's chest suffers some dis-colouration.. and he staggers back. Dante toe kicks him in the gut... Nic bends over... then Dante goes to the side of him, and lifts a Knee straight UP into Nic's nose! Dangerously staggers back, bouncing off the ropes... as Dante begins too gain some momentum, he charges up to NED, wrapping his arms round his neck and pressing both boots against Nic's gut for a MONKEY FLIP! Dante climbs to his feet.. and Dangerously, albeit wobbily, does the same.. DROPKICK TO NED'S ASS! Dangerouslt flies forward into the turnbuckle... and is now on all fours, facing the corner. Dante charges toward Nic, and jumps over him nicely, landing on the middle rope... Dante steps up too the top rope, as Dangerously starts climbing to his feet, right behind Dante.. Dangerously's almost fully up, when Dante jumps back.. landing on NED's shoulders!!! Nic turns round to face the middle of the ring... and Dante tries too roll forward but Dangerously keeps him on his shoulders, scuppering his plans. Dante suddenly starts driving right hands into NED's face... giving him a doorway.. Dante rolls forward, keeping his legs wrapped around NED's head... like a hurricanrana, but rolling NED into a PIN! Dante keeps NED's legs against his shoulders as he sits on his chest! ONE! TWO!... THR- KICK OUT!!! Trunks: "Oh! Joey Kewl: "Ooooooooooo Dante almost had Dangerously there!!" Dante rolls backwards too his feet, whilst Dangerously climbs up too his feet. Dante nails a light Dropkcik against NED, forcing NED too bounce back off the ropes.. Dante scrambles too his feet, and runs off the ropes opposite. Both men meet in the middle.... NED DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE! Dangerously turns round as Dante does the same... and Dangerously toe kicks Dante in the gut, and grabs his arm from the side... going for the "Deus Ex Machina"... but Dante lands back on his feet, clutching NED's right wrist.. and twisting hhis arm round! Dante holds it there... Kick up into the gut.... then another... Dante twists the arm over again, NED gritting his teeth now. Dante is almost 'RVD-like' as he kicks Dangerously up into the face... Dante pulls NED's arm down, forcing Dangerously too roll forward. Dante releases the arm.. and BASEMENT DROPKICKS NED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Dangerously clutches his head again, looking furious as he slowly climbs up too his feet. Dante kicks him up in the chest, not letting up, he then grabs NED's head and drags him over to the nearby turnbuckle. Dante, back to the turnbuckle, climbs up onto a sitting position on the top rope. He grabs Dangerously's head and pulls him towards him... OH! DANGEROUSLYS NAILS HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND!... AND ANOTHER!... AND ANOTHER! Dangerously pulls Dante off the top rope, making him land gut-first on his knee. Dante clutches his stomach, shaking his head.. NED hooks up his head, and lits him up for a suplex... but dumps his legs on the top rope... Dante is horizontal now, his head still hooked in NED's right arm................... "THE 151 DDT!" Trunks: "OHHHHH!!" Joey Kewl: "FREAKIN SICK DDT, TRUNKS!!" Ouch! Dante lands right on the top of his head... his legs droop over now so that he lies fully flat on his back... Dangerously breathes hard, relief coming over his face, and he hooks over Dantes legs. ONE!... TWO!.. .. THR-KICK OUTTT!!!!! Trunks: "WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Dangerously is livid, he rises too his feet and asks the referee 'Just what the f*ck are you doing?!' ..... Dangerously grabs Dante's head, ripping him off the canvas. Dangerously drags him into the middle.. then whips him viciously into the ropes, with Dante FALLING OVER THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Joey Kewl: "POWER!!... Sweet Jesus!!" Dante is on his knee's... looking worse for wear now. Dangerously climbs out the ring, getting to the floor... and giving Dante a vicious body blow to the gut... before lifting him up and giving him a good Body Slam onto the cold floor. Dangerously looks pleased with himself as he stands over Dante... Dangerously raises his arms up, asking for a crowd reaction, and certainly getting one from these Texans. Dangerously grabs Dante's head, and lifts him up too his feet.. giving him a European uppercut, and letting him slump back against the steel railing. Dangerously turns, and climbs up onto the apron, and faces Dante again. Who's leant back against the barricade. Dangerously smirks, making a 'double fist' with his hands..... and JUMPING OFF... DOUBLE-AXE HAMMER....... MISSES!!!! Dante evaded it! And Dangerously lands gut first on the barricade!!!! Joey Kewl: "OHHHHHH!!!!" Trunks: "NO NO NO!!!" Dante crawls too the apron, climbing up and rolling himself back into the back... Dangerously ffalls forward, back over the rail and into the crowd again. He clutches his gut.. as Dante uses the ropes too get himself too his feet. Dangerously shakes his head as he climbs up too his feet, even being helped by a couple of fans... Dangerously spits down at the ground, and pushes his hair back, and as he gets up to a vertical position.... Dante suddenly runs back to the ropes at the back. Dangerously slowly turns round too face the ring. Dante bounces off the ropes.. and runs toward NED's side. Joey Kewl: "He's gonna do somethin' sick!" DANTE USES THE TOP ROPE... FOR A VAULTING-BODY PRESS OVER THE ROPES... AND OVER THE BARRICADE ONTO A NIC E. DANGEROUSLY!!!! THE CROWD ERUPTS AFTER THAT ATHLETIC MANOUVRE!! EVEN GIVING THIS CANADIAN SOME PRAISE!! Trunks: "WOAHH!!!" Joey Kewl: "THATS SOME AIR-TIME, TRUNKS!!" Suddenly the crowd seem kind've unhappy... as Sef Kinsley walks out from the back, and down the rampway, with a steel chair in hand. Joey Kewl: "Oh jesus... This crowd love NED.. Hell, they love Sef... but they just hate it when the Texan Connection starts ganging up on people, Trunks. Why can't we just leave it one on one, huh?" Trunks: "So where's Johnny, then?" Joey Kewl: "I dunno, cowering in a corner?" Kinsley smirks a little... and Dante clings onto the railing, rapidly losing strength as this match wears on. The referee goes nuts, screaming at Kinsley to get the hell outta there. Dante grabs Dangerously, and pushes him over the railing and back too ringside... Kinsley throws the Chair into the ring, and walks round to the competitors. Kinsley goes and grabs Dante, pulling him angrily over the railing and back too ringside. The referee turns too get the bell rung when suddenly... "JUST HOLD IT JIZZMOPPER!...." Joey Kewl: "Uh..." It was Jeremy McMillion. Jerm: "This isn't going to be a Disqualification. NOBODY is getting Disqualified. This match WILL go on. You just count the pin... or ask for the submission. That's your job." The referee; Jizzmopper looks frustrated, but McMillion's the boss... he shrugs frustratingly. Jerm nods, smirking... before walking too the backstage area again. Joey Kewl: "So Sef Kinsley is gonna be ALLOWED too help Dangerously here?" Trunks: "TX are Jerm's boys, Joseph." Dangerously is helped too his feet by Kinsley... and both men help drag Dante into the ring. They climb into the ring after him... and start circling Dante, who has since crawled into the centre. Kinsley grabs the Steel Chair from off he canvas, and tosses it too Dangerously. NED smirks, almost laughing as he looks down at Dante, whos risen too his knees. Dante spits down at Dangerously's feet, showing no fear here... Kinsley STOMPS down on Dante's back! Kinsley then grabs Dantes head, and drags him up too his feet.. Dante suddenly tries too fight him off!... but NED drives the edge of the chair into Dante's ribs!! Cutting short his fight. Kinsley holds Dante up, as Dangerously raises the chair over his head... the referee standing back absolutely helpless to do anything. More boo's fill the arena, as Johnny Legend appears from backstage.. and starts slowly walking down the ramp too help out Kinsley and NED... Joey Kewl: "Brutal match he had earlier with Kinsley, Trunks." Continues next page... | |
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| RAGE #122
Singles/W2K IMPACT-NON-TITLE MATCH
Dante Cross vs. Nic E Dangerously
Continued... | | Suddenly..... the CROWD GOES NUTS! Trunks: "Huh?" Joey Kewl: "Movement in the crowd Trunks!!" CROSS JUMPS OVER THE BARRICADE VIA THE CROWD... Kinsley lets Dante go, letting him drop the ground... and slides out the ring too meet Cross... Cross NAILS KINSLEY FLAT WITH A HURRENDOUSLY POWERFUL CLOTHESLINEEEEEE!!! Legend has already stopped dead on the rampway... and now he turns... and RUNS TOO THE BACK!!!! Joey Kewl: "COWARD, Johnny!" Cross climbs into the ring... and Dangerously charges toward him, SWINGING THE CHAIR! Cross ducks the chair... both men turns back too eachother.. Cross stomps on NED's gut, and he releaes the chair...... "EQUALIZER!!" ...... The Crowd erupts!!!! Cross hits the mat, and rolls out the ring... He grabs Kinsley, and gives him a stiff knee too the gut, before dragging him up the rampway too leave Dante and NED too finish their match... Joey Kewl: "Great work by Cross!!" Trunks: "Pfft..." Joey Kewl: "Woah.. look at the Jumbotron, Trunks. And that match counter?" Trunks: "Wow... 15 minutes gone huh?" Joey Kewl: "Yeah, and the time limit is 20 minutes for these RAGE matches!" Dante starts too stir... he crawls toward Dangerously.... COVER! ONE! TWO! .. SHOULDER UP!!! Ohhh!! Dante thought that was it! Trunks: "Is Dangerously gonna beat him before the time limit?!?" Dante slowly climbs too his feet... as does Dangerously now. Dante is up first though, and he grabs Dangerously by the hair, and drags him over to the turnbuckle... SLAMMING his face into the turnbuckle! Dante lifts NED's head back again... and SLAMS- NO! NED PUTS ON THE BREAKS!! ELBOW BACK INTO DANTE'S FACE! Dante staggers back... Dangerously kicks him in the gut, and hooks up his head... lifting him up for a Suplex... but keeping him vertical in the air. NED holds him there!... He starts staggering a little, more toward the middle of the ring... Trunks: "Staggering? or.." Joey Kewl: "WAIT THERES THE CHAIR!" ......................BRAINBUSTER ON THE CHAIR! WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! THE IMPACT ECHOS ROUND THE ARENA!!... Dante slumps to lay fully on the mat... his face now COVERED in blood.... Trunks: "Wow..." Dangerously breathes hard.... and hooks over one of Dante's leg rather lazily. ONE! TWO!.. .. KICK OUT!!! HOW?!?! Dangerously rolls over and over again.. heads in his hands. Dante lifts his upper body up a little. Raising his right arm up like he's reaching out.. showing signs of life... he spits blood and saliva out onto the mat. Joey Kewl: "Look at this man, fighting the odds here. And Dangerously must be stunned." Dangerously punches the mat in frustration. He rips Dante off the mat angrily... and puts him into an Abdominal Stretch.... Dante screams out a little... spitting more blood out. Pain evident in his bloodied expression. Dangerously roars out... like a king, as he stretches Dante out. Dangerously tells the referee too 'ask him'.... The referee does, but Dante isnt giving up. Dangerously roars out again... stretching back a little more and increasing the pressure on Dantes lower back. Trunks: "HE'S GOTTA QUIT... HE'S JUST GOTTA QUIT!" Joey Kewl: "No he won't, Trunks!" Trunks: "Come on! It's NED... no shame in losin' to the Paradigm!" Dangerously shakes his head.. and now he flips Dante sideways up into his arms fully, lifitng him near his head... Dangerously staggers back a little, now hovering over the chair... he goes for a Pumphandle Drop.. but Dante wraps his left arm round NED's neck.. and pulls down for FRONT-FACE DDT ON THE CHAIR!!! Joey Kewl: "Yes!!" Dangerously BOUNCES back.. now laying on his back... NED graps his face, shaking his head... one hand covers his face still as he shuffles back too lean on the ropes... NED removes his hand, and the crowd nosie increases... because he's bleeding profusely from the nose. Dangerously see's his own blood... and goes nuts. Dante climbs up too his feet, clutching his lower back.. and now stunned too find Dangerously up to his feet aswell! Dangerously shoulder charges into Dante, but stays on his feet! Dante bounces back into the ropes... and then staggering forward into a BELLY-TO-BELLY OVERHEAD THROW!!! Joey Kewl: "Look at this counter now!... 19 minutes gone!" Dangerously looks up too the jumbotron for the first time... and has to rub his eyes to make sure he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing. 1 minute too go? Dangerously eyes go wide... and he staggers forward toward Dante, grabbing his head and ripping him from the canvas... Dangerously knees him in the gut... puts his head through his legs... and starts too hook his arms over his back.. Trunks: "THIS IS IT!" NOO!! DANTE LIFTS UP... BACK DROP ON DANGEROUSLY!! Dante staggers forward, collapsing into the ropes. Dante whipes some blood away rom his eyes... Dangrously crawls along the mat, grabbing the opposite ropes and getting himself up. Dangerously spits out some blood that has crept into his mouth. And leans back against the ropes... staring at Dante as the seconds count down.... 30 seconds..... 29 seconds.... Trunks: "COME ON NED!" Both men charge forward... Dante goes low.. DROP TOE HOLD! Dangerouslys face smashes agains the mat! Dante climbs up to his feet slowly.......... 22 seconds... 21 seconds...... 20 seconds... Dangerously pushes himself up off the mat, shakes his head. Dangerously whipes some blood from his nose as he reaches his feet.. Dangerously now faces Dante, his head dipped down with Dante virtually fully standing.... Dangerously gets up to one foot................ 14 seconds.... 13 seconds.... Dangerously clutches his gut now, becoming very weak... NED's up but virtually bent over..... 11 seconds..... 10 seconds.... Dante charges toward him.. Joey Kewl: "OHHHH!!" CANADIAN DESTROYER!!! DANTE'S NAILED IT!!.... 7 seconds.... 6 seconds... Trunks: "OH MY FREAKING GOD!" Joey Kewl: "BRUTAL! BRUTAL! BRUTAL!... BUT DANTES GOTTA MAKE THE COVER!" Dante lays back, then suddenly gets up... he may not even be aware of the clock... 5 seconds.......... as he turns too his front... and crawls towards Dangerously... Joey Kewl: "COME ON!!" 4 seconds......... Dante crawls forward a little more....... and drops his hand on Dangerously's chest.... The referee gets down too count!.... ONE!... DING DING!!! ...Time limit is up! Joey Kewl: "NO!... YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!" Bink: "LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN... WITH NIETHER MAN ABLE TOO SECURE A PIN OR SUBMISSION BEFORE THE REGULATION TIME LIMIT OF 20 MINUTES... THIS MATCH IS DECLARED.. A DRRRRRRAWWWWWWWW!!" Boo's fill the arena now. Joey Kewl: "HE'S FREAKIN STOLEN THIS!" Trunks: "Dante wasnt quick enough, Joey!!" Dante think's he won, whilst NED's lights are out.... Dante, dazed, face coverd in blood, raises his arm up... The referee leans over next too him and tell's him the bad news... The referee grabs Dante, putting his arm round his shoulder and helping the Canadian up too his feet... And he recieves applause from this crowd. Joey Kewl: "What an effort... by BOTH these men... but man, Dante had that. Dangerously is KO'd, Trunks." Trunks: "Pfft.. Dangrously has instinct, he would've kicked out before the three...." Dante doesnt want the referee's help now... he staggers too the ropes, and very slowly climbs out, as we fade too black.
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| RAGE #122
Still Flawless | | Backstage we have Johnny Askin standing next to Scott Blaze, who doesn't look very happy. Johnny Askin: "Hello W2K fans, I'm Johnny As- Scott Blaze: "Would you shut the hell up already!? Everyone knows who you are!" Johnny Askin: "...and I'm here with Scott Blaze who last week filled in the empty maine vent spot and gave Jacob Mitchell one hell of a run for his money. Now this week Scott you face the Franchise of W2K, Ryan Cain. Now what's on my mind is, how tough is this going to b for you obviously coming in injured?" Blaze who was nursing his ribs a little stands upright pretending not to be hurt when he obviously is a little banged up. Blaze looks at Askin like he's about to twist his head off his shoulders. Scott Blaze: "You think just because I had one tiny little set back last week against the man with steel lungs that I'll have any problems going against Ryan Cain? First of all, I'll be surprised if Ryan even shows up. Afterall, why risk the entire Anarchy Rumble by fighting me? It's a proven fact that I can and will end careers at any given time. Hell, if those suits backstage wouldn't have given me the third degree Drew Stevenson would be a prime example, but enough about eTrash. Tonight Ryan Cain feels what it's like to go up against pure perfection, no...I'm better than perfect, perfect is a cheap word for egotistical air heads like Jacob Mitchell, I'm Flawless...and if Jakey boy wants to keep slandering me and bragging about that fluke of a win last week? Then maybe I'll decide to come back for what's rightfully mine." Johnny Askin: "Well fans, Scott Blaze seems determined tonight, and why shouldn't he be? After all the recent fan support he's been given lately from the crowd that has to give you some motivation, right Scott?" Scott Blaze: *sigh* If you think I give a crap what those drunks think you're out of your mind worse than I thought. I've got a match to win." Blaze bumps into Askin and almost knocks him down on his way out as we fade to ringside. | |
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| RAGE #122
Singles/Rankings
Scott Blaze vs. Ryan Cain | | The match was a competitive one where the fans cheered both men on the entire fight. Blaze resented it and even started cheating to get boos. After that he was happy. At the end Jacob Mitchell and Loren Gabriel came out as Jake got on the apron Loren got in the ring and smacked Blaze in his injured ribs with the briefcase causing the ref to throw the match out. Rya saw this and went to Zero kick Loren but Jake pulled him out of the ring just in time, so after hesitating a moment Ryan Zero kicked the unsuspecting Blaze instead. Joey: "That's what Kevin gets for lying." Trunks: "True dat, NEXT UP THE ONE AND ONLY MAIN EVENT OF TONIGHTS EDITION OF RAGE!!" | |
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| | | From: Ðuαłιтy | Sent: 2/28/2008 1:39 AM |
| RAGE #122
Singles/No Special
Cross vs. Jacob Mitchell w/ Loren Gabriel | | So we're back ringside, and after a pretty controversial ending to the match, let's hope that all goes well with this match. "The End Of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage rips up the speakers as the fans immediately start to boo The Prodigal Son even before he shows his face. Soon after a video package of Mitchell rolls on the jumbotron. The lights turn to a maroon and golden color, and FSU starts to write out a lawsuit. Mitchell parts the curtains, and walks out to a crowd full of boos. He throws his arms up in a crucifix-like manner, not like Orton, because Orton is Canadian, and Mitchell doesn't like Canadians. Loren Gabriel pops his head out from behind the curtains, and follows Jacob down the ramp, and into the ring. He does his whole in-ring taunting as Binkle announces him. Binkle: "The Following bout is a singles match. Introducing first from Honolulu, Hawaii. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty five pounds. HE IS... THE PRODIGAL SON... JACOB MITCHELL!" BOO! That's what the fans say! But they don't boo anymore as... "Due to the graphic nature of this program... listener discretion... is advised" Everyone freaks out as "Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory tears up the speakers. Soon after Cross appears on the stage with the lovely Lola Star at his arm. The men whistle, and the womenz just get jealous. Cross walks down the ramp, and high fives a couple of fans. Soon enough he gets into the ring, and looks at his buddy Jacob Mitchell. Binkle: "And his opponent... from San Antonio, Texas (cheep pop). Weighing in at three-hundred and fifteen pounds... THE W2K FTW CHAMPION... CROSS!" Speaking of the REAL W2K championship, Cross holds up the strap, and gets a pop from that. He gives the title to Lola, and most of the men pop boners. The rest are gay for Johnny Legend's hair, so their time already came up. The ref rings the bell, and the match gets underway. The two friends circle each other for a bit until the lock up. The two are pretty equal before Cross remembers he's like eight foot tall, and starts to use his height to his advantage. He backs Mitchell into the ropes, then irish whips him into the adjacent ropes. Jake rebounds back, and hits Cross with a shoulder block that actually effects him. Cross looks surprised, but remembers that it's Jake he's facing. Jake starts firing off jabs and hooks at Cross who starts to fire back at him. Kewl: "Whoa, these two are really going at it here!" Trunks: "Joey, you just keep opening yourself up for a momma diss. You'll never learn." Jake somehow gets the advantage, and sends Cross into the ropes. But when Cross comes back, he lays Jake out with a HUGE clothesline. Jake hits the mat pretty hard, but regathers quickly, and is back in Cross' face. The two start throwing the punches again, and this time Cross gets the leverage with a mean right haymaker. Cross then snaps his knee into Jake's gut, and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Cross looks like he's going to take him, and throw him out of the... universe. But before he could do anything, Jake slips off his shoulders, and hits a nice neckbreaker. Loren is outside of the ring clapping with that reversal, while Lola looks displeased. Most of the men in the ring get pissed that Lola isn't looking AS provactive as she usually is, and start booing. Kewl: "It's a good thing that Jacob Mitchell isn't easily distracted by Miss Lola Star, because half of the men inside this ring are." Trunks: "Hmm... wha? I was too busy oogling." Jake starts laying in the boots to Cross' chest until Cross catches his boot, and starts to stand up while holding Jake's foot. Jake looks like he's in a perdictament as Cross lifts him into the air with one hand, and spikes him down quickly. The rafters rattle after that one, and the fans are loving it, probably because Lola starts clapping. Cross looks like he's about to go for a pin, but knows Jake way better than that. Instead Cross locks in a quick armbar that has Jacob in a good deal of pain. What makes it worse is the ref bothering Jake with all these questions like, 'YOU GONNA TAP, JAKE?', 'WHY DON'T YOU GIVE SO I CAN GO HOME, AND FEED MY WIFE CAT FOOD?', 'IS THERE SOMETHING IN MY TEETH THAT'S MAKING YOUR GRIMACE LIKE THAT?'. But Jake is strong like the ox, and is able to roll out of the armbar into a quick schoolboy pin! One... Two... Thr-kickout! Kewl: "Jake almost had the match won right there, but Cross is able to kick out. Good mat technique though." Kenni: "Your damn right good technique, he's the best around!" Jake stands up off of Cross who also stands up. The two seem more winded now, but lock up again. This time Jacob pushes Cross into the turnbuckle, and starts laying in rights and lefts into the big man's torso. Cross, however, blocks one vital shot, and nails Jake right on the nose with a counterpunch. Jake stumbles back, and suddenly Cross charges out of the corner and NAILS Jacob with a wicked running big boot. Jake crumbles to the mat as Cross pauses for a moment to collect his breath. The fans are loving it so far, and start cheering Cross on. Kewl: "These fans are really behind Cross!" Kenni: "Kinda like how I was behind your mom last night." Kewl: "Oh come on! Was that even neccessary?" Kenni: "Yes, you're like a bleeding child in shark water, and I'm Jaws." Cross, after taking a breather walks back over to Jake, and lifts him up to his feet. Jake seems woozy, but don't count him out yet. Cross hits him a couple times with some good elbow shots, and then looks like he's going to hit the Zig-zag, but right as he goes to do it, Jake reverses the momentum into an Icon Driver! Kenni: "YES! THE ICON DRIVER! IT'S OVER NOW, JOEY!" Kewl: "NOO!" Jake makes the cover, and the ref counts like he has anything better to do. One... Two.. Thre--KICKOUT! Cross barely gets his shoulder up, but does probably by instinct. Jake looks over at the ref, and simply can't believe it! He slowly gets to his feet, and starts waving Cross to get up. Cross eventually does, and Jake goes in for the kill. He dives out, looking to hit the Prodigal Drop, but Cross steps out of the way! Jake is still on his feet though, and turns around right into... AN EQUALIZER BY CROSS! The crowd erupts as Cross goes for the cover. One! Kewl: "CROSS MAY GET THE WIN!" Two! Kenni: "GET YOUR ARM UP MITCHELL!" Thre--KICKOUT! Mitchell's arms shoots up in the air, and the fans can't believe it! They start booing and what not, as Cross slams his fist on the mat, and probably causes a 8.2 earthquake on the Richter scale. Cross gets up, and lifts Jake up with him. He sends Jake into the corner, runs at him full speed, jumps into the air hoping to hit a Stoner Splash, AAANNND... JAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY LAST SECOND! Cross hits his chest hard on the turnbuckle, and stumbles back... RIGHT INTO THE PRODIGAL DROP! BUT WAIT... CROSS REVERSES IT, AND PUSHES HIM OFF! Kewl: "!!!" Kenni: "WHAT!?" Suddenly we see Loren jump up on the apron, and smash his suitcase onto Cross' back. The ref obviously sees this, and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. Does the timekeepr even keep the time, or is he just there to look goofy with that little hammer? Cross looks back at Loren. Cross: "You done fucked up, boy!" Suddenly Scott Blaze comes out of frickin' no where, and slides into the ring while Cross exits it. Blaze hits the unexpected Jake in the face with a mean right hook, and sets him up for the Dynamic Driver. Loren quickly gets into the ring as he sees this, and goes to hit Blaze with the suitcase, but Blaze kicks him. Whilst he does this he drops Jake, who rolls out of the ring. Blaze sees this, and waits until Jake's noticing. Then he picks up Loren, and hits the Dynamic Driver while Jake watches from the outside. Sending a painful message, probably to Loren's massage therapist. Kewl: "The Dyanmic Driver on Loren! I bet that boils Jake's blood!" Kenni: "What crack are you smoking?" We fade off as Blaze and Jake have a little staredown. The W2K Logo appears. FAADDEE! | |
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