We begin our show backstage, in the office of one William Masters, boss of
Unlimited Combat Wrestling.
MASTERS:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the historic 20th episode of
Revenge. Sometimes, I didn’t think we’d make it this far, what with all the
turbulence we’ve had in UcW since we returned full-time. But here we are, and
you know what? This is only the beginning. From here, UcW can only go up. And to
give us an even greater challenge, we’ve got almost every title in UcW on the
line tonight, and…
He is cut off as the door bursts open. Bill sighs.
MASTERS:
You know, I almost got through a whole speech before I got interrupted.
He looks up, to see the group known collectively as The Front Line, Kyle
Jorgenson, the new UcW Northern Wrestling Champion, at the head.
JORGENSON:
Do you have something against Enlightenment, Masters?
MASTERS:
Oh, no, I’m all for it. It’s hard for the fans to see what happening in the ring
if the lights aren’t working. But that’s why we employ John.
JORGENSON:
That’s not what I’m talking about, Masters, and you know it. I’m talking about
the fact that you’re trying to screw The Front Line out of their hard earned
championship. So I demand you change the match, and you change it now.
MASTERS:
Now, look here, I’ve been advertising the Northern Championship rematch since
Clash of the Titans went off the air, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to change
it…
JORGENSON:
You really think that’s what I’m talking about, Masters? Wow, you really DO lack
Enlightenment. I’m talking about the Superstar title match.
MASTERS:
I don’t understand.
JORGENSON:
Of course you don’t. That’s because your mind is clouded by the filth that is
the society we live in. What I mean is that Carling here…
He pats The Beacon on the shoulder.
JORGENSON:
...is the number one contender for Mark Brown’s Superstar title. And you have him
defending it against Wishmaster.
MASTERS:
I’m saving his match for Mega Battle.
JORGENSON:
Then there is not need for the title match tonight. I’ve been training Carling
to compete against Brown, and you throw in a match mere weeks before where he
could lose the title to someone else? Someone who hasn’t even officially earned
that opportunity? Change the match, Masters, change it now to a non-title, or
we’ll make your life a living hell.
At the threat, Masters stands up, flaring.
MASTERS:
Don’t threaten me, Jorgenson. Remember, I’m still your boss, still run this
company.
He glares at Kyle, who doesn’t back down because of the three men at his back.
MASTERS:
But, as it happens, I was about to make an announcement before you barged in.
What I was going to say is that, for various reasons, Mark Brown has yet to
official log with this office exactly what stipulations he wishes to defend his
new Superstar championship under. And even if he were to walk in and tell me
now, it would be too late to ensure everything is set up. So what I was going to
do WAS remake the match as a non-title, until such time as Brown could make up
his mind.
Kyle grins wickedly.
JORGENSON:
Well, as long as we understand each other.
MASTERS:
Now, get out of my office.
After The Front Line leaves, Bill sinks back into his chair and sighs, revealing
just how intimidated he really was.
“Fight Me” by Xandria
hits, and the logo flies at the screen:
We see images of the roster,
performing various moves on each other and unknown opponents. The images
flash past quickly, and then we are in the sold out
Memorial Coliseum, panning past
the fans who are holding signs such as “TWENTY”, “STOP WITH THE RANDOM BOOKING
CHANGES, THIS ISN'T TNA,” and “JOHN FOR WORLD CHAMP!” We then reach ringside, to see Chip Taylor, Monika Wells and
Mike Castle, ready to call the action.
CHIP:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to
Memorial Coliseum,
Portland, Oregon. Welcome to the HISTORIC 20th Revenge. I’m Chip Taylor, joined by Monika
Wells-Richter, and
Mike Castle.
CASTLE:
This is bound to be a brilliant night, with so many XFW wrestlers on it.
MONIKA:
Please, it's ELITE that makes a night worthwhile.
CHIP:
Can you two please talk about the company that we all, ya know, actually work
for?
MONIKA:
Which one's that again?
CHIP: I
give up, I really do.
LISA:
This match is for one fall, and is for the UcW Northern Wrestling Championship!
CHIP:
This is going to be a great match.
The crowd pop as Beer Belly starts playing. Jax bursts through the curtain,
takes a few steps and then stands, hands on hips.
LISA:
Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 250lbs, and hailing from London
England, he is Jax!
Smiling, Jax heads down to the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope.
Jax heads towards one of the far turnbuckles, climbs onto the second rope and
punches both fists into the air at the same time, shouting 'Come on!!!' to which
the crowd pop again. He climbs back down and starts psyching up for the match.
LISA:
And his opponent...
The
opening riff to “Bleed the Freak” starts.
My cup runneth over
Like blood from a stone
The drums kick in as the first chorus begins, and Jorgensen emerges from the
back. He pauses at the top of the ramp, hopping from side to side and shaking
his arms loose
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I'd like to see
How you all would bleed for me
LISA:
Weighing in at 208lbs, and hailing from Decatur, Illinois, he is the current UcW
Northern Wrestling Champion, Kyle Jorgensen!
As the first verse begins, he takes his stroll down the ramp, not making any
interaction at all with the crowd.
When the pig runs slower
Let the arrow fly
When the sin lies bolder
I'll pluck out thine eye
As the second chorus begins, Jorgensen jogs to the ring and slides in under the
bottom rope, holding his position on all fours in the center of the ring,
staring straight ahead with an evil grin.
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I'd like to see
How you all would bleed for me
As the second verse begins, he leaps to his feet and heads over to his corner,
where he does some final stretches and neck rolls.
If you scorn my lover
Satan got your thigh
If you steal in hunger
I will kick you when you try
MONIKA:
That's one long entrance.
MIKE:
I like it.
MONIKA:
You would.
Kyle hands the belt over to the Referee who raises it above his head for a
moment, before handing it out to a ring attendant and signalling for the bell.
UcW NORTHERN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
JAX vs. KYLE JORGENSON©
CHIP:
And we're underway.
MIKE:
We can tell, but thanks anyway.
Jax and Kyle lock up in the middle of the ring and Jax is quick to lock in a
headlock and take Kyle over with a headlock takedown, wrenching on the head of
Kyle as he does so.
CHIP:
Jax takes the early lead.
Kyle starts fighting to his feet and shoves Jax off, Jax hits the ropes and
returns to knock Kyle down with a hard shoulderblock. Jax runs the ropes and
Kyle rolls over, Jax runs over Kyle and hits the opposite ropes as Kyle hops to
his feet quickly and leapfrogs over Jax. Jax hits the ropes again and Kyle
attempts a hip toss only for Jax to put the breaks on. Kyle tries to power Jax
over, but Jax is having none of it and quickly counters into a hip toss of his
own on Kyle.
MIKE:
Fast series of moves there by both men.
CHIP:
But Jax still able to come out on top.
MIKE:
I'm sure Kyle will prove his cage match win wasn't just luck.
Kyle is back to his feet, but gets taken out with a hard clothesline from Jax,
Kyle pulls himself to his feet again, but Jax with a swift arm drag. Kyle is
back on his feet again but finds himself being whipped into the ropes by Jax,
who ducks down for a back body drop, only for Kyle's foot to catch him under the
chin hard.
MIKE:
There we go, Kyle's making a nice comeback here.
MONIKA:
Are you always going to favour XFW wrestlers, and those who have been allied
with them?
MIKE:
Yes, is that a problem?
Kyle is quick to follow up with an eye rake before backing Jax up into the ropes
and whipping him across the ring. Jax returns and runs face first into a back
elbow from Kyle which staggers Jax. Kyle quickly goes for a body slam, but Jax
slides down Kyle's back and shoves him forwards into the turnbuckle.
CHIP:
And the focus shifts back to Jax.
Jax catches Kyle staggering backwards out of the corner, and drills him with a
german suplex and makes a cover.
ONE
TWO
TH... kickout by Kyle
CHIP:
Kyle almost lost that championship right back to Jax there.
Jax pulls Kyle to his feet again, and whips him to the ropes, following up with
a vicious powerslam and another cover.
ONE
TWO
THRE... kickout by Kyle
MONIKA:
This match almost over again, Kyle's only just hanging in there this time.
Jax pulls Kyle to his feet once more, and front facelocks him, Kyle however hits
Jax with a couple of punches to the gut, forcing Jax to loosen his hold on Kyle,
who once again rakes the eyes of Jax.
MIKE:
But Kyle has control in the end.
Kyle kicks Jax in the gut, but somehow Jax is able to catch the leg, only for
Kyle to jump and drive his foot into the side of Jax's head with an Enziguri
which sends Jax crashing to the canvas and out to the floor.
MIKE:
Take your time now Kyle, have a rest.
CHIP:
But he can't beat the man out on the floor, Jax has to be in the ring.
MIKE:
Then get him in the ring and then have a rest.
Kyle instead grabs the ropes, and as Jax stands up, Kyle slingshots himself over
the ropes and right into the arms of Jax, who stays standing, and proceeds to
press slam Kyle back into the ring.
CHIP:
What a display of strength by Jax.
Jax rubs his eyes before sliding into the ring, but gets caught by Kyle stomping
on him. Jax fights to his feet and Kyle whips him across the ring. Jax counters
and whips Kyle across the ring himself, to catch him with a hard spinning
spinebuster.
CHIP:
And the crowd are cheering loudly now.
MIKE:
It's not over until the fat lady sings.
MONIKA:
Is your girlfriend about to start then?
MIKE:
You planning on leaving Richter for me then?
CHIP:
I don't think I want to be sat between you two right now.
Jax makes a cover.
ONE
TWO
THRE... Kyle gets a shoulder up.
Jax pulls up Kyle once more, and sets him up for the Injax, but Kyle manages to
slip out and land behind Jax, and in one last desperate move, lifts Jax onto his
shoulders and delivers The Jorgenmeister.
CHIP:
I can't believe that.
Kyle manages to get an arm over Jax.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
MIKE:
I told you, Kyle earned that belt if anyone did.
Kyle slowly pulls himself to his feet as the referee hands him the UcW Northern
Championship Belt.
LISA:
Here is your winner, and still UcW Northern Wrestling Champion, Kyle Jorgensen!
The crowd boo as Jax slowly pulls himself to his feet. Kyle looks over at Jax
before slowly offering his hand to Jax.
CHIP:
Is Jax going to join Kyle here?
MIKE:
He'd be stupid not to.
Jax looks at the hand, and says something to Kyle, but follows it up with a hand
shake, before turning and leaving the ring.
MIKE:
So Jax joins him.
MONIKA:
I think you'll find that was a handshake to show mutual respect, and Jax has
turned down the offer.
MIKE:
I knew that guy was an idiot. You can tell from his smile.
Kyle watches Jax leave, before proudly holding up his Northern Championship
Belt.
“Sentenced - New Age Messiah” kicks in over the speakers as
Revenge returns from Commercial.
CHIP:
Welcome back UcW fans. And as New Age Messiah plays in the background, that can
only mean one thing…
MONIKA:
That the CHAMP is making his entrance.
MIKE:
The Champ? Of what?
MONIKA:
Some people Castle, transcend the title. I wouldn’t expect you to understand
that.
When his music hit’s a white light appears on the centre of the
stage. He appears and stands in the light and puts both his arms out to the
side. A Red light appears on his face and he then looks over the audience for a
few seconds and walks to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and climbs
the nearest turn buckle takes of the hood of his jacket and repeats what he did
on the stage.
MIKE:
Ol’ Jon Jon doesn’t seem very cheery these days Mon. You stop putting out?
Laughs
MONIKA:
You’re a dick! He’s pissed because he’s not being shown the respect by Bill
Masters that he deserves. He is the DIRECTOR of ELITE and deserves respect! Not
to have to jump through hoops to earn it.
No Hope = No Fear kicks in and after a few seconds KardiaK
charges through the curtain. He stops after a couple of steps, looks up and
shakes his arms a little. Then after a few deep breaths, he opens out his hands,
leans back and slowly raises his arms out to the side, tensing to the point
where he looks like he may explode. After a few seconds frozen in that position,
he cocks his head forward and lets out a short roar. KardiaK then continues to
charge towards the ring, focused. He hops up onto the apron and suddenly Jonny
charges forward! KardiaK however catches Richter in the kisser with a forearm
shiver! Richter rocks back stunned and KardiaK grabs Jonny’s head and drops down
with a stun-gun stunner! Richter flies back as KardiaK enters the ring.
SINGLES MATCH
JONNY RICHTER vs. KARDIAK
CHIP:
Richter tried to catch KardiaK off guard, but it would appear this has
backfired!
Richter turns around holding his throat, as KardiaK pulls off his
t-shirt and wraps it around Jonny’s neck… and launches him with a t-shirt
modified Garrote toss! Richter crashes to the mat as the crowd pops!
MONIKA:
Come on ref, do your job! That’s an illegal weapon!
MIKE:
A t-shirt?
MONIKA:
Well… he’s using it to strangle Jonny! THAT’S Illegal!
The ref confiscates KardiaK’s shirt as the Brazilian stalks his
opponent. Richter rises and KardiaK slinks up from behind and applies a
headlock, but quickly uses his leverage to swing Jonny down into a backbreaker!
The crowd “oohs” from the impact as KardiaK keeps Jonny across his knee, then
sudden starts unloading rapid fire elbow butt shots to the sternum of Richter!
MIKE:
This KardiaK character is owning your hubby right now Goldilocks!
KardiaK rolls Richter off his knee, pops up and backs off into
the ropes returning and dropping the tip of his knee down across the skull of
Jonny Richter. KardiaK rolls through as Richter rolls around holding the top of
his face. Jonny rises to his feet and turns right into a hoof to the midsection
by KardiaK. KardiaK pulls Jonny’s free arm between his legs, locks him in place
for a pumphandle... takes a brief moment to look around at the crowd… then
release pumphandle suplexes Richter overhead!
CHIP:
Oh what a move!
MIKE:
That was innovative!
Jonny crashes down on his back and the momentum of the toss rolls
Richter right out of the ring. Jonny comes to his feet, disorientated and
stumbles into the barricade. The fans heckle Richter as KardiaK wastes no time
and starts climbing the ropes! KardiaK reaches the perch and leaps… arm raises
overhead for a flying chop, but Richter moves and directs KardiaK chest first
into the barricade!
MONIKA:
There you go baby!
CHIP:
That wasn’t a pleasant landing for KardiaK. Definitely not what he was looking
for.
MIKE:
I don’t know what he was looking for, but he over shot it by a country mile!
Richter rises, clearly a little winded from the earlier exchange.
Jonny wastes little time throwing a soccer style kick to the rib area of KardiaK
to keep him down. Jonny looks up at the referee hearing his count and warning to
reenter the ring, Richter rolls back under the bottom rope, long enough to break
the count, then rolls back out. As KardiaK tries to rise, Richter runs in, and
nails a running knee lift, followed promptly by a sit out jawbreaker! KardiaK’s
neck snaps off of Jonny’s shoulder as he snaps back to the floor. Jonny sits on
the floor looking at the camera and finally smiles for it. He calls out, “is
this the best you got Masters?” Jonny rises and makes his way over to KardiaK,
who’s rolled to his hands and knees. Once again Jonny drives a kick to the ribs,
causing KardiaK to roll over in pain. Richter reaches down and pulls KardiaK up
and holds him by the tights with one hand and the back of the neck with the
other. He appears to be guiding KardiaK back into the ring when he suddenly
turns and slams KardiaK shoulder first, into the ring post, echoing a meaty
thud!
CHIP:
OH! Did you hear that?
MIKE:
It was hard not to.
MONIKA:
You know, Bill should just give Jonny what he wants, so that he’s not forced to
pick apart these young rookies. There’s a place for guys like KardiaK, but it’s
not in the ring against my Jonny.
By now, Richter has pulled an arm of KardiaK’s on either side of
the ring post, and is trying to tear the mans arms off, pushing away from the
ring post with one of his own legs. KardiaK hollers in pain as the referee has
rolled out and is ordering Richter to break. The ref starts a count as Richter
isn’t responding…1 – 2 – 3 – 4…But Richter breaks at four and yells at the ref
to “stay out of my way”. KardiaK drops to a knee, nursing the shoulder that
connected with the post. Richter pulls KardiaK up and this time rolls him into
the ring. Richter steps through and looks at the ropes. He ascends to the second
rope and looks over the crowd. He brings up his right elbow and “polishes” it
with his left hand, indicating that an elbow is coming. However, Jonny suddenly
realizes KardiaK is no longer on the mat and is rising to his feet. Richter
looks annoyed and hops down from the ropes. He catches KardiaK as his turns with
a boot to the gut. He pulls him in, lifting him up, and drops him down with an
inverted atomic drop, followed by a double chop which removes KardiaK from his
feet. Richter nods now and yells “let’s try this again.” Jonny returns to the
corner and again climbs to the second ropes. He repeats the process and brings
his elbow up again with a smile… but quickly the smile fades again as Richter
sees KardiaK rising. He hops off the ropes again, this time with annoyance and
definite purpose. Richter marches right up to KardiaK and clobbers him with a
stiff forearm shiver! The blows rocks the Brazilian Sensation, dropping him to a
knee. Richter shakes his head no, and pulls KardiaK up by the dreads. He boots
him hard and then slams a double chop to the throat! KardiaK stumbles back into
the corner and Richter doesn’t let up. He continues in with another boot and
starts hammering away on KardiaK, teeing off with some big right hands. Each
blow sinks KardiaK a little lower to the mat, and every time Richter nails a
shot, he calls out…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
WHEN…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
I…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
BEAT…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
YOU
PUNCH
RICHTER:
DOWN…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
YOU …
PUNCH
RICHTER:
STAY…
PUNCH
RICHTER:
DOWN!!
MIKE:
He seems frustrated, I wonder if it’s something in the sexual department.
MONIKA:
Tell me again why he’s here Chip? We were doing fine without him.
CHIP:
I actually miss Dale.
Richter has beaten KardiaK into a seated position. He reaches
down and grabs KardiaK’s legs and drags him out into the middle of the ring. He
drops the man’s legs and walks around, leaping and connecting with an elbow
drop. Richter rises and walks back over to the corner. He ascends to the middle
ropes and this time wastes no time, flying through the air and connecting with a
flying elbow to the kisser of KardiaK. Richter crawls over KardiaK, pressing his
forearm down across the face of KardiaK…
…ONE…
…TWO…
KICKOUT!
Richter looks surprised.
MIKE:
Why’s he look so shocked? He didn’t even hook the leg!
CHIP:
Guess he thought he’d done enough?
MIKE:
Your boy’s getting too cocky Monika. It’s gonna cost him, mark my words.
MONIKA:
Whatever. You’re just jealous.
Suddenly there’s a little commotion as The Front Line, fronted by
Kyle Jorgenson comes walking out from the back.
MONIKA:
What are they doing here?
MIKE:
I’d reckon a guess that the memory of Richter costing their team the victory on
Paradise is still pretty clear in their mind.
Richter pulls KardiaK up off the mat and spots the group. At
first he looks concerned, but quickly shakes it off with a grin. He yells for
Kyle to “watch how it’s done!”. He whips KardiaK, but KardiaK reverses sending a
surprised Richter into the corner. Jonny hits hard and stumbles out into a boot
from KardiaK, front face lock… and a HALF MOON!
CHIP:
Trademark move by KardiaK! Can he get him…
…ONE…
…TWO…
…TH, NO!
MIKE:
So close!
KardiaK wastes no time, hoping up, and pulling Jonny up too.
KardiaK sends Richter into the ropes and on the return, catches him with a Belly
to Belly Suplex! The crowd pops as KardiaK rises with a roar. He runs over to
the corner, ducking out of the ropes onto the outside apron and climbing to the
top. Carling McMasterson hops up onto the apron and distracts the referee.
KardiaK yells for Carling to “get lost”. The momentary distraction allows
Richter to get to his feet. He runs up the ropes Kurt Angle-style and tosses
KardiaK overhead with a release Belly to Belly!
MIKE:
I don’t get it. Is The Front Line helping Richter?
CHIP:
I’m not sure.
Richter rises with a big smile on his face and doesn’t see The
Reformed enter the ring, as Carling still has the referee distracted. Richter
turns and walks directly into a DOUBLE EDGED SWORD [High/Low Combo] that
absolutely destroys Richter!
MIKE:
Ok, now THAT makes sense! HA!
MONIKA:
Stupid, inept referees! Turn around you idiot!
As Carling hops off the apron, the referee turns to see Pike and
Wright on the outside holding up their hands in the international way of saying
“I didn’t do it!” The referee begins counting down both men. Richter, dazed and
confused, however starts crawling to the corner and pulling himself up using the
ropes. The referee checks on KardiaK as Richter begins removing the protective
padding from the corner. Jonny gets the pad off and slowly walks over to KardiaK.
Jonny glances out over the Front Line and mouths something inaudible before
Irish Whipping KardiaK into the exposed corner and charging in after him… But
KardiaK gets his hands up, braces himself, and vaults back out of the corner
sailing right overtop Richter and landing on his feet. Jonny however crashes
chest first into the exposed steel!
MONIKA:
Oh no…
Richter stumbles out backwards holding his chest, when suddenly
KardiaK nails a double boot dropkick to Richter’s back, sending him face first
into the exposed steel! The crowd pops as Jonny falls backwards out of the
corner, completely out cold as KardiaK school boys him…
…ONE…
…TWO…
…THREE!!!!
CHIP:
KardiaK did it! He defeated Jonny Richter!
MIKE:
And the losing streak continues!
MONIKA:
Shut up! Those dirty, unwashed Front Line freaks cost him the match!
MIKE:
Right. Maybe if he focused on the match at hand, he’d have been collecting the
winner’s purse. You better watch it Monika, the boss is counting Jonny’s
win/loss record. You might find your meal ticket in a “Win or your Gone” match
soon enough!
The scene shows Kardiak celebrating in the ring as the referee
checks on the unconscious Jonny Richter. The scene fades as Kyle
looks on nodding his head, with a half smirk cracking across his face.
COMING SOON, ONLY ON PPV
“Hells Bells” by AC/DC starts to play, and as one of the audience
are on their feet, raining boos down into the arena.
MONIKA:
If you’ll excuse me, boys, I’ve got a job to do.
She gets up and heads into the ring, snatching a microphone from
Lisa.
MONIKA:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time the second greatest man alive
today – the first being my hubby Jonny obvious – and the single greatest
wrestler in the world. The MAN, the MYTH…. The very LEGEND. He is the Crown
Jewel of Elite…
MIKE:
What is she, his publicist?
MONIKA:
…and YOUR UcW World Wrestling Champion! So get on your feet and applaud, because
THIS… is MAX CAMERON!
At the introduction the boos double in intensity, and Max makes
his way out from behind the curtain. He is dressed in an expensive and fine
suit, which looks slightly odd with his face paint, but the other noticeable
difference is the large golden belt wrapped lovingly around his waist. It takes
a moment to realise that Marco is also there, matching the grinning Cameron step
for step down the ramp, and telling the Champ just how unbelievably awesome he
is. They enter the ring, and Monika embraces both men warmly.
MONIKA:
You know, Max, I see you every day, and I just have to say it once again… what
an HONOR it is to be in your presence.
CAMERON:
You’re more than welcome, Monika.
MONIKA:
So, Max, I gotta ask you for the benefit of all the peons here; how does it
feel, finally, to have achieved your destiny and become the UcW World Wrestling
Champion?
Max is about to answer, when Marco puts a hand over the mic.
CRUZE:
I got this one, if you don’t mind, Champ?
Max nods his agreement, and Marco takes the mic, pacing the ring
a bit.
CRUZE:
You know, back in Anarchy Wrestling, Max Cameron was undoubtedly one of the
biggest names.
MIKE:
Pffft, trying to get by on past accomplishments. What sort of tool does that?
CHIP:
Shhhh.
CRUZE:
Singlehandedly, he won the joint AW/UcW Battle of the Warriors, defeating Van
Wyld for that privilege. And for Max, that was the crown of his career. In AW,
it doesn’t get any bigger than that. But something happened in UcW that split
Max’s focus. It was the fact that Van Wyld, the very man that Max had beaten,
quickly became the World Champion of this promotion. Became the biggest star in
the business today.
The fans pop at Van’s name.
CRUZE:
And Max… Max was the man who had beaten your Champ. So when the offer came in
from UcW, as any right-minded businessman knew it would, Max jumped at the
chance. He joined Unlimited Combat Wrestling, with his sights firmly on Van Wyld
and the World Championship. But like they say in pro-wrestling, anything can
happen, and against all odds Van was able to beat my client, retaining his
championship. But Max knew he’d get other chances. He was, after all, one of the
highest paid free agents in the business, right?
He looks out at the fans, before growing angry.
CRUZE:
WRONG! No, instead of the championship matches he deserved, he was forced to
compete against Parker Davis. Talk about a step down. And to make matters worse,
Davis brought Max’s family into this? HIS FAMILY? What sort of promotion allows
that?
MONIKA:
That is so wrong.
CRUZE:
I know. And after that, what happened? That’s right, nothing! The biggest star
in the world of professional wrestling LANGUISHED in this company. He never
again received the opportunity to show the world just how damned good he is.
Until he signed for Elite.
The fans boo again.
CRUZE:
He signed for Elite, he became our Crown Jewel. And what did we offer him in
return?
He points to the championship belt around Cameron’s waist.
CRUZE:
And we delivered. We did exactly what we…
He is suddenly cut off, as “Creep” by Radiohead blares through
the speakers, actually eliciting a pop from the crowd. Without any preamble,
Maybon walks right down the rampway, and into the ring, grabbing a spare
microphone.
MONIKA:
Oh, look. The Mummy Returns.
MAYBON:
Says the Bride of Frankenstein. Now sush up, woman, the men are talking.
Monika seems like she’s going to retort, but thinks better of it.
MIKE:
Yes, finally someone put that bitch in her place.
CHIP:
Behave. And stop talking over the in-ring segments.
MAYBON:
And when I say “men,” I am of course only talking about myself and Marco.
Because we all know a real man wouldn’t steal the World Championship like that.
The fans actually pop again.
CRUZE:
Oh yeah, and what about you? You cashed in the 365 in the middle of the match,
to steal the championship for yourself.
MAYBON:
You’re right, I did. I cashed in a championship contract that stated I could do
so whenever I felt like within the next year. I believe that was YOUR idea,
Marco? So yeah, I did, but I did it within the rules of the contract. I’m not
proud of it, but at least I pinned Assassin for the title. I didn’t parade
around like I’m hot stuff after winning the biggest belt in this industry by
COUNT-OUT!
CAMERON:
You shut the hell up. I won this title fair and square. I’M the World Champ now,
not you. So get the hell out of my ring.
MAYBON:
Shut up, Cocoa The Clown. As I was saying, it mattered how I won the title, yes.
But it mattered more what I did afterwards. And what I did was fight tooth and
claw to retain my title against the toughest guy on the roster, in five of the
most gruelling matches imaginable.
CHIP:
That Best of Five will live forever in the minds of UcW fans.
MAYBON:
I cemented my right to be the World Champion… only to lose it to a guy who
didn’t even pin anyone to take it.
CAMERON:
That’s not theft, that’s just plain smarts.
MAYBON:
Whatever helps you sleep at night, Cyndi Lauper. But I’m going to give you the
opportunity to cement your place as the champ. Because at Mega Battle I am
CASHING IN my rematch clause.
The fans pop huge.
MAYBON:
One-on-one, all the cards on the table. You win, you’re the champ. I win, I take
back the championship I never lost.
CRUZE:
We’ll have to think about it.
MAYBON:
No, you don’t. The match is already made. I’ll see you, Max, at the Pay per
View. And I’ll be taking back my World Championship.
And with that, he exits the ring, heading up the rampway.
LISA:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first…
The drums of Charisma by WASP kick in and the guitars start in as Wishmaster
appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face. He pauses in the
entranceway and surveys the ring and audience before beginning to slowly walk
towards the ring.
I've a breath in minds of men
With the lies I breath
No man's ever ruled the world
Not knowing the curse of me
I'm some of the seven sins
Vanity in the lust of men
I'm the Alpha - Omega man
I'll show you who I am
Hypnotic charm, mesmerizing face
My soul has a dark embrace
A magic tongue, I'll seduce you all
Till I'm your king
till ya know my
LISA:
…from NOWHERE, weighing in at 216 pounds… WISHMASTER!
Wishmaster stops in front of the ring and as the chorus kicks in he faces the
ceiling and flicks both arms out to the side before raising them slowly to just
below shoulder level, before turning and walking around the ringside area,
making comments to various fans as he does so before sliding into the ring.
Charisma - do you know my name
I'm the God that you pray
When you worship my name
Charisma - are you idolizing me?
I'm a dangerous thing
Your new messiah's me
MONIKA:
Christ, it’s another super long intro.
MIKE:
Well, Wishmaster deserves the chance to soak in the fans support. He is, after
all, awesome.
MONIKA:
What’s you source for that?
MIKE:
Well, he is undefeated. That shows you just how great this XFW alumnus is.
MONIKA:
Either that or he’s not had any real challenge.
CHIP:
Well, he’s certainly got one tonight, with the current UcW Superstar.
Wishmaster stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms above his head,
with his first and second fingers of each hand pointing back to him as he mouths
something to himself.
I'm a liar blinding your vision
Vatican Man
Preaching fear and using religion
With the bible and Koran
Wishmaster walks back to the corner of the ring and warms himself up in the
corner while waiting for the match to start.
The lights dim, but not to complete darkness. Then, the chugging guitar riff of
"Walk" starts up, and soon there after, the bass and drums join in. Once Phil
Anselmo starts his singing, Brown makes his way out from the back, storming out
like a man possessed with a face determined to kill. He is greeted by a massive
amount of cheers as he plays to the crowd, raising his hands in the air over his
head again and again. His manager, Brian Score, dressed in suit and tie, follows
behind him.
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistance?
One step from lashing out at you.
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
White strobe lights start to flash at the stage and around the crowd,
accompanied with red, orange, and yellow regular lights shooting across as well.
Stopping at the center of the ramp and looking into the ring, he shoots up the
double bird high above his head, palms outward, and the fans follow his lead in
unison.
LISA:
And his opponent, from Ocean City, New Jersey, weighing in at 235 pounds… he is
the current UcW Superstar… “The Jersey Devil” MARK BROWN!
CHIP:
This is supposed to be a title match, but between the bitching of The Front
Line, and Brown failing to log his desired stipulation, it’s become a non-title.
MIKE:
Yeah, “failure to log” meaning he’s too scared to defend his new title.
MONIKA:
Wow, that’s not like you, to diss an XFW guy.
MIKE:
Brown wasn’t in XFW.
CHIP:
Yes he was, he was Mark Lightening.
MIKE:
Really? Then I… I guess his instructions got lost in the mail, or Masters
misplaced them or something.
CHIP:
Right.
Score gets in front of Brown and to the side, motioning with his hands towards
the ring. Brown then sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He
hops up and continues to sprint, leaping up onto the top turnbuckle and banging
his chest with both of his fists as he lets out a primal scream. He then thrusts
both arms out, making a V-shape, index fingers extended. He runs to the opposite
turnbuckle and does the same thing. He hops down and waits in his corner, doing
some final stretches and getting himself loose. Score has made his way to
ringside, providing encouragement to Brown.
SINGLES MATCH
MARK BROWN vs. WISHMASTER
The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, jostling for position. Wishmaster
gains it first, slapping on a side headlock. Brown pushes back against him, up
into the ropes before shooting him off. Wishmaster rebounds from the opposite
ropes, hurtling back, but The Jersey Devil stands his ground, and Wishy rebounds
off him on impact, staggering back and falling on his ass. He comes back to his
feet, and Brown slaps at his own shoulder, offering Wishmaster to do it again.
CHIP:
So, Mike, given that both of these guys are from XFW, which one are you gonna
root for?
MIKE:
I don’t know, but I know it’s going to be a classic encounter.
CHIP:
What about you, Monika?
MONIKA:
I don’t care, I’m just praying for the ceiling to cave in while they’re both
still in the ring.
Wishmaster complies, rebound off the ropes for more momentum, but not even this
is enough to budge the UcW Superstar more than a half step. Brown asks
Wishmaster if that’s all he’s got. Wishmaster rebounds off one set of ropes,
then the other, picking up as much speed as he can… only for Brown to hoist him
onto his shoulders at the last second, into DEVIL DRIVER position! But
Wishmaster manages to grab a hold of the nearby ropes, blocking the attempt.
CHIP:
Brown looking for the Devil Driver early there, and he could well have handed
Wishmaster his first loss there.
MIKE:
Well, neither of these men get paid by the hour.
MONIKA:
Thank Christ.
After some struggling, Brown is finally able to tear Wishmaster off the ropes,
but gets a rake in the eyes for his troubles, against blocking the Devil Driver
attempt. Brown doubles over, clutching his face, and Wishmaster boots him the
gut, before spiking him on the canvas with a DDT. He shoots the half Nelson,
into a cover:
ONE
TWO – kickout by the Jersey Devil.
CHIP:
Too early to be thinking about putting away the UcW Superstar with only a DDT.
MIKE:
Geez, when did a DDT become a transitional move? I remember when Jake the Snake
used it first, as a finisher.
MONIKA:
Was that during XFW’s heyday?
Wishmaster hauls Brown to his feet, aiming knife edge chops at his chest. A
commotion at the top of the ramp attracts the cameras attention for a moment, to
see Kyle Jorgenson and Carling McMasterson making their way down the ramp, Kyle
talking animatedly to Carling.
CHIP:
Oh no. Haven’t these two interrupted enough matches tonight?
MONIKA:
I dunno, I think this snore-fest could do with it.
The
two men walk all the way around the ring, to the announce table.
CHIP:
I think we’re going to be joined on commentary… Mr. Jorgenson, a pleasure for
you to join us.
But
Kyle ignores the offered hand, continuing to talk in Carling’s ear.
MIKE:
Bwha-ha, you just got dissed, Chip.
MONIKA:
Yeah, sucks to be you, little man.
The camera switches back to the action in the ring, where Wishmaster has Brown
down on the mat, hyper extending his arm with an armbar. Brown struggles against
it, twisting around and getting onto his knees, only for Wishy to break the hold
and aim a knee of his own at the back of Mark’s skull. Brown goes down like a
lead shot, and Wishmaster slips him over onto his back, into a cover:
ONE
TWO
CHIP:
Could this be over already.
THR--- KICKOUT by Brown.
MIKE:
That’s the will to win you’ll find in XFW wrestlers. This match is going to be
like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
Wishmaster hauls Brown to his feet, aiming some kicks to the ribcage of his
opponent, before leaping in the air and catching him in the side of the head
with a spinning heel kick. The impact staggers Brown across the ring, to land
chest first on the bottom rope. Wishmaster stalks over to him, pushing a boot
onto the back of his neck and forcing it down against the ropes. Brown gurgles,
choking, and the referee calls for a break: 1…2…3…4… Wishmaster steps back,
holding up his hands and accepting his admonishment. Once it’s done, he pushes
past the official, leaping and driving all his weight against Brown’s back,
snapping him off the ropes. Wishmaster then goes for another cover:
ONE
TWO
THR---NO! Kickout.
CHIP:
Wow, that was close. Wishmaster is certainly working over the UcW Superstar in
this match.
Wishmaster rises, putting the sole of his boot against Brown’s forehead before
scraping it down the flesh. Brown writhes in pain, clutching at his head.
Wishmaster then quickly drops an elbow, followed by another, and another, before
dropping into another cover:
ONE
TWO
TH---Kickout by Mark Brown.
Unperturbed, Wishmaster hauls Brown to his feet, whipping him into the corner,
He races in after him driving a Yakuza Kick right into Mark’s features.
CHIP:
Kick after kick from Wishmaster, really muddling the brain of the UcW Superstar.
MONIKA:
His brain was already muddled, after what Jonny did to him a few weeks ago. Poor
dear.
Brown slumps down, sitting against the bottom turnbuckle. Wishmaster heads
across the ring, climbing up onto the top rope.
CHIP:
What’s Wishmaster got in mind here? He must be half way across the ring.
MONIKA:
Ha ha, what an idiot. It must have been down to the Kool Aid you gave people in
XFW, Mike.
MIKE:
Wrong promotion, “sweat heart!”
Wishmaster looks out across the ring crowd, before measuring the distance and
leaping across the ring to drive a (chair-less) Van Terminator into Brown’s
face.
CROWD:
HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
MIKE:
Oh my GOD! What an amazing display. That’s the sort of thing you can only see,
right here on Xtreme Fron… Unlimited Combat Wrestling!
CHIP:
I can’t believe Wishmaster could even do that. That’s unreal!
Wishmaster drags Brown out of the corner by the foot, before dropping into a
cover:
ONE
TWO
CHIP:
It’s all over now.
THREE---NO!!! Somehow, Brown is able to throw his shoulder off the mat at the
last possible instant.
MIKE:
Wow, just wow. Brown able to kick out. What strength and determination he has.
MONIKA:
It’s amazing how much you’re kissing his ass now you realised he used to be in
XFW.
MIKE:
No, it’s because he’s clearly a superior specimen to the rest of the roster. The
fact that he was in XFW is just an added bonus.
Wishmaster is in shock that Brown kicked out, turning disbelieving eyes on the
referee. He hops to his feet, advancing on the official angrily, and demanding
he count faster from now on. The official replies that he’s only doing his job.
Disgusted, Wishmaster turns back, and is equally shocked to see Brown is to his
hands and knees.
CHIP:
How the hell is Brown getting to his feet? What is this man made of?
Wishmaster hauls him to his feet, only for brown to suddenly shove him back,
connecting with a picture perfect SUDDEN IMPACT. Then, his reserves spent, he
slumps back to the mat next to Wishmaster.
CHIP:
Sudden Impact, from out of nowhere.
MIKE:
It’s almost as if the impact was… sudden?
Mike puts on a pair of shades, as a YEAAAAAAAAH sounds somewhere.
MONIKA:
Stick to your day job, comedy ain’t your thing. On second thoughts, no; give up
you day job. Please?
The referee checks on both men, before issuing a count: 1…2…3…4…5…6… the two
combatants start to stir …7…8…9… coming to their feet, halting the count. As
one, they start to lash out with right hands, each more devastating that the
last, until Wishmaster starts to mix some kicks to the ribs in, staggering back
Brown and gaining an advantage… until the Jersey Devil catches his leg in
midair, before sweeping the other leg of Wishmaster. In a heartbeat, Brown turns
it into a SUICIDE STRETCH in the middle of the ring.
CHIP:
Suicide Stretch, and Wishmaster has nowhere to go. Could this be all she wrote
for his undefeated streak?
MIKE:
I can’t see anyway he can get out of this, Chip.
MONIKA:
I can. Look.
But rather than check if Wishmaster wants to give, the official heads over to
the ropes, where Carling standing on the ring apron. The camera picks up
Wishmaster shouting that he submits, but the referee can’t hear it as he argues
with The Beacon… when suddenly, McMasterson is hauled off the apron by Brian
Score. Score fires off with some rights and lefts at McMasterson, until he gets
spun around and drilled with a STRIKE FORCE.
CHIP:
It’s all breaking down at ringside. And The Frontline shouldn’t even be here.
In the ring, Brown has broken the hold to see what the commotion is. He rises,
heading over to the ropes to see Kyle and Carling putting the boots into Brian.
He grabs the ropes, launching over with a Backlash that catches both men.
CHIP:
Holy cow, what a move. What agility by the UcW Superstar.
Brown helps Score back to his feet, ducting down his manager’s outfit, before
sliding back into the ring… and a BLUE MIST from Wishmaster. Brown drops like a
dime, and the referee turns back to the action in time to see Wishmaster dive
for a cover:
ONE
TWO
THREE---YES!
The official calls for the bell, and Wishmaster rolls out of the ring like his
ass is on fire, hurtling up the rampway with a huge grin on his face.
MIKE:
Yes, yes, YES! Wishmaster just beat the UcW Superstar.
MONIKA:
By using that illegal Blue Mist.
MIKE:
What a victory, what a notch on his belt.
MONIKA:
By using that illegal Blue Mist.
MIKE:
And the undefeated streak continues.
MONIKA:
By using that illegal Blue Mist.
CHIP:
If I were Wishmaster, I’d probably be pissed that the match was changed to a
non-title at the last second. He could have been UcW Superstar right now.
MONIKA:
By using that illegal Blue Mist.
MIKE:
Will you give that a rest?
CHIP:
Of course, the bigger story here is that Wishmaster was actually quitting to the
Suicide Stretch. Mark Brown had this match won, and it was only the distraction
caused by his Mega Battle opponent that altered the outcome. The Frontline just
made this match personal, and we all know that if there’s one thing you never
do, it’s make things personal with the Jersey Devil.
The clip takes place in a karate dojo, where there are over dozens of black
belts in a single file line. They are in a standing yoga position, before the
screen flashes to a man in a white dragon mask. The skilled martial artists
leave their pose and stare at the man with an evil glance, as if they know who
the masked man really is. It is not long before one of them charges the man.
BLACK BELT #1:
Die!!!
In one swift motion, the masked man dances with the wind and gets behind the
black belt before giving him a stiff elbow in the back of his head, rendering
him unconscious. The remaining black belts see that they are in trouble and
decide it is best they all take out this dangerous man by themselves. One by
one, they all charge the man.
BLACK BELT #2:
You will regret stepping foot in this dojo!
BLACK BELT #3:
We will end you here!
BLACK BELT #4:
Sushi!!!
BLACK BELT #5:
Tacos!!!
BLACK
BELT #6: Dude…you’re Asian…
The masked man only stood over the lifeless body of the first black belt, and he
wasn’t going to be the only one. Like taking pieces apart of a jigsaw puzzle,
each black belt was clobbered to their defeat, until there was only one left.
Knowing he was in trouble, he ran to a corner and cowered in the foetal position
and just waited for his demise.
BLACK BELT #32:
Don’t hurt me…I bruise easily!
For black belts, they were beaten down easily. So who was this masked man?
Wait…of course! It could only be one person! The masked man flips his mask
off...
HAYASHI:
I’m back!
LISA:
The following contest is tonight’s UNDERCARD MAIN EVENT!
The crowd cheers their anticipation.
LISA:
Introducing First…
The lights dim down and static plays through the speakers, slowly
turning into a series of synthy-guitar notes. At the 21 second, the drums and
riff start and the ramp is bathed in white strobe. As the fans begin booing, the
white-clad figure of ‘Synnfully’ Chris Cardinelli walks out from the back,
grinning smugly to himself. “Violence” Jake follows pushing aside the curtain,
stepping out to the boos of the fans. He grins wickedly, before giving the
Violent Protégé taunt. The duo is then joined as Jen walks out from the back,
pauses at the top of the ramp and raises her arms. She pauses a moment, then
twirls a full 360 spin and makes her way down the ramp motioning for the guys to
follow, while shaking her head at the reaction she’s getting from the crowd.
Cardinelli follows, hands on hips, surveying the jeering fans then, he pumps his
arms in the air, then begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. Jake begins
to make his way to the ring, pounding at his chest and giving the Heart Of
Darkness taunt. He walks past the rest and reaches the ring rolling in, coming
to his feet and giving another Violent Protégé taunt, turning around so the fans
can get a good look at him.
LISA:
Weighing in at a combined weight of 639 pounds, Chris Cardinelli, Violence Jake
and Jen Sensation!!
Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives
into this shit.
You never accepted or
treated me fair.
Blame me for what I
believe and I wear.
You fucked yourselves
and you raise these sheep.
The blue and the
withered seeds you will reap.
You never gave me a
chance to be me.
Or even a fucking
chance just to be.
Chris stops at the apron, then reaches up, grabbing the middle
rope and pulls himself up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, entering
the ring. Turning in a slow circle, he moves to the middle of the ring, raising
his arms slowly, then pulling them down into an across-the-chest bicep curl,
holding this pose for a while soaking in the boos of the fans. Jen walks around
the ring and climbs the steps. Chris and Jake walk over and hold open the ropes
as she enters. She climbs the closest corner to the top rope, hops agilely onto
the second rope and casually raises her arms into the air, as if looking for
cheers or applause. Predictably she gets boos instead. Chris removes his ring
robe and passes it to the outside, while Jake shoots some air punches, while
Jen, dropping down, grins sarcastically at the fan’s reaction, moves to the far
turnbuckle and repeats the gesture to more boos, before turning her gaze to the
ramp.
LISA:
And their opponents…
“The Little Things” base pumps out of the speakers, with the
drums thudding overhead.
Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in
twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little
things.
Every single day
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
For the little things.
A confident swagger to them both, Ryan Michaels and Lee Stevens
make their way from behind
the curtain. Ryan has a
sneer on his face as he takes his place at the top of the ramp, striking a
bicep pose like he’s
Shawn Michaels. Lee stands behind him, pointing to his perfectly formed
abs.
LISA:
…from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 401 pounds, Ryan Michaels, Lee
Stevens, THE STEEL CITY
KRU!!!
The two men walk down the ramp slowly, Lee taking the middle and
Ryan staring with disdain
at some of the fans. He
takes the steps up as Ryan slides under the ropes and goes right for the
opposite corner,
flexing his biceps again and kissing them. Lee hits the other corner, again
gesturing to his abs,
however is then distracted by Jen on the outside blowing him a sarcastic
kiss. Lee stares at her
slightly nodding his head, clearly looking like he’s hurt from the act. Ryan
comes over and gestures
for Lee to forget about her and get his head into the game. Suddenly,
the lights drop out and
the crowd practically explode in cheers as the iconic guitar riff of ‘Bad to the
Bone’ hits the speakers. After a few seconds, the ramp is bathed in red strobe
lighting as the main guitar and drums hit, and as this happens, the black clad
figure of the man they call J-Vo stalks out from behind the curtain, purposely
walking across the stage towards the top of the ramp, his eyes fixed on the
ring.
LISA:
And their partner, from Roanoke, Virginia, weighing 238 pounds… JASON VIOLENT!!!
Once again he doesn’t bother with the usual theatrics, no ‘V for
Violence’ no pausing to pump the crowd, who, to be honest, don’t exactly seem to
need pumping up. Instead he makes his way down the ramp, eyes never leaving the
ring. He gets about half way, then runs, sliding in under the bottom ropes and
popping right back up to his feet. He points at Cardinelli, saying something
inaudible, however Chris seems to understand as his facial features change and
he mouths the words “oh really?!” Suddenly Violent charges and leaps between the
ropes with a suicide dive crashing into Cardinelli! The crowd explodes as both
men crumple into a heap. Jason starts unloading the closed fist shots to
Cardinelli but doesn’t get many off as Jake comes in and catches Violent’s arm,
dragging him off Chris. Jake throws him back against the apron and starts laying
the boots to Violent. However, Violent suddenly lashes out from the floor,
up-kicking Jake in the knee! Jake lets out a horrible cry, before dropping to
the ground, holding his knee.
CHIP:
OH DAMN! Knee’s are not supposed to bend that way!
MIKE:
They certainly are not!
SIX MAN TAG
SYNNSATIONAL VIOLENCE vs. JASON VIOLENT & THE STEEL CITY KRY
Violent rises with a loud roar of rage! Suddenly Jen grabs Jason
by the shoulder and spins him. Jason instinctively goes to CLOCK her with a
closed fist, but manages to stop himself short. Jen caught off guard, stumbles
back and falls to the floor. She holds her hands up in defense pleading with
Jason as he stands over her, fist still clenched. Jason seems to have a moment…
where his emotion seems to be fighting his instinct. That moment is all Chris
and Jake need however and they attack Violent high and low, with Chris clocking
him with a forearm to the back of the head, and Jake nailing a low clothesline
to the knee. They instantly start putting the boots to him as the crowd let them
have it with boos. But they quickly change to cheers as Michaels comes over the
ropes with a Tope Suicide to Chris and Lee with a Topé con Giro to Jake!
CHIP:
The Kru outta nowhere with the save!
MONIKA:
Figures, ELITE to the rescue!
Lee and Ryan waste little time and roll their man back into the
ring and follow them in. Both Chris and Jake rise to a set of stereo boots to
the gut. Ryan whips Chris into the corner as does Lee to Jake in the opposite
corner. Lee and Ryan turn to each other and nod. They run towards each other,
locking their arms, spinning around in a circle and then charging back into
their corners with added momentum, leaping into the air and nailing double
hesitation dropkicks!! The crowd comes alive with cheers as Lee and Ryan rise.
CHIP:
Woah, the KRU are back!
MONIKA:
They never left!
MIKE:
You know, these guys are good on their own, but their magic together!
The referee orders Lee out of the ring and leaves Ryan to work
over Chris. Ry grabs the top ropes and starts laying the boots to Cardinelli,
mud hole stomping style. He reaches down, and pulls Cardinelli up. Ryan unloads
two swinging kicks to the ribs of Cardinelli, then leaps with a spinning heel
kick, but Chris ducks. And as Ryan turns back, Cardinelli shoots forward with a
headbutt to the chest of Michaels! Michaels stumbles back holding his chest,
winded, and suddenly Chris charges forward and CRUSHES Michaels with a Pump Kick
to the kisser!
CHIP:
OH! Man what impact!
MIKE:
Cardinelli just caved in that kids face!
Cardinelli stands over the fallen frame of Ryan Michaels, looking
down at him. Suddenly Jason Violent comes charging across the ring, grabs Chris
around the waist and forces him back into the corner. Chris responds slamming
forearms down across the back of Violent. Jason slams forearms into the gut of
Chris as the referee tries to regain a little order. This then prompts Jake to
come in, and start slamming forearms down across Violent, trying to get him to
break the hold. Meanwhile, Ryan crawls over, making the tag to Lee. Stevens runs
along the outside apron, grips the ropes as he reaches the corner and leaps,
nailing a rear brain kick to Cardinelli! Lee climbs the ropes behind him and
leaps… nailing a flying [RVD-Style] kick to the kisser of Jake! Violence Jake
stumbles back falling to the mat. Lee turns on a dime and charges back into the
corner, leaping off Jason’s back and nailing a flying enziguri to Cardinelli!
The blow rocks Chris as the move lands Stevens on the outside apron. Violent
uses the moment and nails his trademark “Cobra’s Bite!”
CHIP:
Holy Crap! Cobra’s Bite to Cardinelli!
MIKE:
He dropped him right on his head! Think of that surgically repaired neck!
MONIKA:
He may need another after that shot!
Jason rises and the referee is right there to block his way and
order him from the ring. Lee however leaps to the middle of the top rope and
nails a picture perfect springboard 450 splash! He hooks the big leg of
Cardinelli, slapping the mat for the referee to look, who’s still distracted by
a fighting Jason Violent. Suddenly Jake comes flying through the air, nailing a
Randy Savage-Style elbow drop to the back of Stevens head. Stevens rolls off of
Chris and slowly rises holding his head and gets met with a SNAP DDT by Jake!
Jake quickly rolls from the ring as Lee is out.
CHIP:
Violence Jake is like a deadly snake, striking out of nowhere.
MIKE:
This man definitely knows how to pick his spots.
MONIKA:
And not get caught in the process.
CHIP:
Well some would say he learned from the best.
Cardinelli rolls to his side, shaking out the cob webs. He sits
up looking at Lee Stevens down and out, turns to Jake who’s now back in the
corner and smiles. Chris rises, pulling Stevens up off the mat with him. Chris
grabs Lee’s arm and slowly turns it out and nails a short arm clothesline. Chris
walks around the fallen frame of Stevens, making eye contact with Violent and
rubbing his hands together menacingly. Chris motions for Lee to rise, which he
slowly does. Cardinelli moves in and whips Stevens into the SynnSational
Violence corner, then charges in nailing an avalanche splash! Cardinelli
immediately backs out of the corner and Lee stumbles forward, and gets scooped
off his feet and driven to the mat with a sidewalk slam!
MIKE:
What Chris is doing now is cutting the ring in half, keeping the weakened man on
their side of the ring. I’d expect to see some quick tags in and out now.
As if on cue, Chris reaches out and tags in Violence Jake. Jake
enters quick and agile like a cat into the ring. Arms spread wide, looking for a
spot in the rising Stevens. Suddenly, he sees that spot. Jake catches Stevens in
a front headlock, and grabbing onto the side of his tights with his right hand,
he pulls him off the mat so that Stevens is on his left shoulder, before he
drops him down onto his back with a suplex! Keeping his arms in place, he
rotates his hips, so he is face down. From here, Jake rises to his feet,
repeating the move again! After this, he rotates his hips again, hooking a leg
and pulling Stevens up above his head... and slams him head first into the mat
with a muscle buster!
MONIKA:
Oh no!
CHIP:
Yep, that one definitely hurt ol’ Lee’s chances there!
MIKE:
Yeah, chances of walking again!
Jake rises, eyes wide and crazy. He seems to be uttering
something to himself over and over again before breaking out into a crazy laugh.
Jake reaches down and drags Stevens up. He throws him back into the SynnVo
corner, then charges across the ring, striking Ryan with a forearm blow,
knocking him off the mat. Jason immediately enters the ring, getting cut off by
the ref. Meanwhile, Chris holds Lee in place with his arm around Lee’s throat as
Jen has come in and works some kicks to the ribs. Jake motions for them to move,
then charges in with a loud war cry, leaping up to the second rope and driving a
knee into the kisser of Stevens!
CHIP:
Dragon Knee!
MIKE:
Followed by a Samurai Showdown!!
Sure enough, Lee is drilled with a flying X-Factor. However,
instead of pinning, Jake flashes
the Heart Of Darkness
taunt. Jake rises, and Jen reaches out calling for the tag. Jake glances over at
Chris who nods. Jake steps in and makes the tag to Jen. The crowd immediately
showers her with boos.
MONIKA:
No love for the Jezebel of UcW Tonight.
MIKE:
I thought that’s what we called you.
MONIKA:
Mike, go do what you do best… and go screw yourself.
MIKE:
Ouch. Kitty’s got claws! Puuuuurrr!
MONIKA:
Gross! Make him stop Chip!
Jen prances around taunting the crowd and Jason and Ryan. She
turns to Lee who’s amazingly trying to rise and get his wits about him. Jen
waits for him to rise and leaps, nailing a dropkick! Lee stumbles back into the
neutral corner. Jen smiles and runs towards the corner, doing a cartwheel, back
handspring, into a flying back elbow to the kisser of Stevens! She reaches back,
and pulls Lee over her shoulder with a snapmare! Backs herself into the corner
and comes
forward with a rolling
neck snap, Curt Henning Style!
CHIP:
Jenny showing some of that natural Ksetko wrestling skill here.
MIKE:
Well, her wrestling ability really has seemed to come a long way since resuming
her
training with
Cardinelli.
Jen begins to ascend to the second rope. She looks around and
smiles, kicking her right legstraight up, catching
it, and falling from the ropes with a Fire Crotch Guillotine… but hits
nothing but canvas as
Lee rolls out of the way, and continues rolling to the out stretched hand of
Jason Violent! The crowd pops huge as Violent comes in, marches over to his
sister laying on the mat, holding her, umm, woman parts, who suddenly realizes
Jason is stalking over her. Violent, hands clinched and fire burning, stalks Jen
as she butt scoots her way back to her corner and tags Jake. Jake jumps into the
ring with a head of steam, and Violent ducks a clothesline attempt. Jake turns
and gets elevated with a back body drop! Jake rises and turns right into a
lethal knife edge chop across the chest that stumbles him back into the neutral
corner. Jason charges in and slams a knee into the gut of Jake. Jason ascends
the ropes right in front of Jake and starts unloading the closed fists to the
skull! The crowd counts along, but Cardinelli comes walking along the apron to
Violent, but Jason boots him in the face, knocking him off the apron! Jason then
leaps out of the corner, holding Jake and nails the “Rain of Pain!
CHIP:
RAIN OF PAIN! J-Vo might be getting ready to put this one to bed
Violent throws up the “V for Violence” as the crowd pops. He
hoofs Jake in the gut, looking for the Finishing touch, but Cardinelli comes in
a makes the save, nailing a big boot to the kisser of Jason, knocking him back
several feet. Lee makes a blind tag off of Jason that the referee recognizes.
Jason suddenly runs forward, spearing Cardinelli, with a double leg tackle and
the two men are rolling on the mat, exchanging blows. They roll towards the
SynnVo corner and Jen tags herself in off of Chris. The referee tries to break
up Chris and Jason, and Jen and Lee come in to assist
CHIP:
This is a pure hatred between these two men.
MIKE:
There’s so much history there that it just bubbles over.
MONIKA:
Even their partners can’t get them separated.
Jason and Chris, still locked in a heated exchange, manage to get
to their feet. Jason presses
back and gets Chris
against the ropes, and clothesline’s him over to the floor! The crowd pops as Jason grabs
hold of the top ropes, and vaults himself over to the floor, on top of Cardinelli!!! Stevens
looks on in amazement until the taste is SLAPPED out of his face. He turns back, fist
clenched until he spots Jen!
MONIKA:
Ohh, lovers quarrel!
Lee looks pissed as Jen points to her chin, begging Stevens to
hit her. When Lee lowers his fist, Jen SLAPS him again! Again Lee balls his
fists and starts getting red in the face. Ryan yells from the corner for Lee to
hit her. Suddenly Jen goes to slap Stevens again, but he catches her hand! The
crowd pops as Stevens shakes his head at her. Suddenly Jason comes out of no
where and shoves Stevens back yelling at him “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, HUH? HIT
HER?” Stevens shoves Violent back and professes his innocence. The two men argue
as Jen seems to be loving it. Suddenly Ryan Michaels shoves both men out of the
way and DRILLS Jen with a superkick! Sensation drops to the mat like a ton a
bricks as the crowd pops HUGE! Jason immediately drops to his sister’s side as
Lee shoves Ryan and yells
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
The two members of the Kru yell back and forward until Jason Spears Ryan back
into their corner and starts unloading a holy hell of a beating to Ryan Michaels! Lee looks at
Jason and Ryan, then down at Jen. He drops to his knees, lifting her head from the mat,
cradling her.
CHIP:
We’ve just seen this team implode and instead of helping his partner, he’s
helping Jen!
The Jezebel of UcW
strikes again!
MONIKA:
See I told you she was the Jezebel of UcW.
MIKE:
I think there’s room for two!
Lee looks over at Jason, beating the living hell out of Ryan and
appears very conflicted. He
lowers Jen back to the
mat and stands up looking over at them and the referee trying in vein to pull
Jason off of Ryan. Lee takes one step toward them and Suddenly Jen LOW BLOWS
Stevens from behind. Stevens turns holding his manhood and turns right into
Cardinelli who’s entered the ring. He hoists Stevens up onto his shoulder… and
NAILS the “Original Sin!” Jen meanwhile has already made her way to the top and
leaps… nailing the “Shooting the Moon!” Cardinelli grabs the referee and turns
him to Sensations cover. The referee slides down…
…ONE…
…TWO…
…THREE!!!
CHIP:
There you have it. SynnSational Violence wins again. Stevens needs to break this
hold that
Jen has on him and
Jason… he needs to get past this and let the old Jen go and realize that she’s
gone. And all there is now is this new Sensation bent on his destruction.
DAVIS:
He sucker-punched me, Bill.
We’re in Master’s office again, the place where the magic happens. In residence,
is The Anti-Product, Parker Davis.
MASTERS:
So let me see if I get this right… you upstage him on his scheduled return, and
then in your PPV match, you blackmail the referee to ensure you walk away with
the victory… and you want to complain that Allen Vant attacked you after your
match at Clash? Is that about it?
DAVIS:
Yeah, ya toss-pot. What did you think I was talking about? And I want you to
deal with it.
Masters looks at Davis over tented fingers.
MASTERS:
Fine, here’s what I going to do. At Mega Battle, it will be – for the final time
ever I might add – Allen Vant vs. Parker Davis.
Parker’s jaw drops.
DAVIS:
That’s not what I…
MASTERS:
And just to ensure you don’t trick your way into another cheap victory… I’m
going to let Allen chose the stipulation – provided it’s not a Freak On a Leash,
naturally, we just had one of those.
DAVIS:
That’s total bullshit, Bill, and you know it.
MASTERS:
Probably, yeah. But that’s what’s going to happen. I suggest you enjoy the time
you have left until Mega Battle. Because I’m fairly certain that once that bell
rings…
He leans in close, smiling.
MASTERS:
...Vant’s gonna kill you!
Davis is about to retort, before storming out of the office.
LISA:
The following contest is tonight’s MAIN EVENT, and is for the UcW Tag Team
Wrestling Championship. Introducing first, the challengers…
As the "The Sound of Madness" begins to play, Southern Comfort steps through the
curtains onto the ramp, led by their manager Wren SilverPhoenix.
LISA:
…at a combined weight of 425 pounds… James and Kenneth Hill… SOURTHERN COMFORT!
CHIP:
Big opportunity for this fresh and exciting tag team.
MIKE:
They have to be a little thrown though. They were expecting this match to take
place at Mega Battle, only to find themselves edged out by the former Champs,
The Steel City Kru.
MONIKA:
Well, that’s cause Bill knows what’s gonna lead to the big buy-rates. Nobody
would PAY to see these two southern Hicks ‘rassle!
Looking out into the crowd both brothers raise their arms and give everyone a
one fingered salute before following their manager Wren down to the ring.
"Wild Side" by Motley Crew starts to blare through the arena's speakers. Van
Wyld and Donnie Donington walk out from the backstage area and throw up dual
Texas "Long Horns" into the air as a sign of affection to the fans.
LISA:
And their opponents, they are the reigning and defending UcW Tag Team Champions…
Donnie Donington and the “Wildman” VAN WYLD!
MIKE:
I can’t believe this old fool is still a champion around here, especially since
that moron Donington is his partner.
MONIKA:
Well, we only have to put up with it until Mega Battle, when the Kru takes back
what it theirs.
CHIP:
So neither of you is even considering that Southern Comfort might beat the
Champs tonight.
MIKE:
Don’t be silly, Chip.
The Wildman makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans that reach
out, while Donnie walks down the other but not getting half the reaction Van
does. They reach the ring, walk up the stairs and duck into the ropes. Van walks
to the ropes and throws the "long horns" into the air again while letting out a
deep bellow. Donnie stands in the middle of the ring, looking a little lost.
Wildman takes off his leather vest and 10 Gallon hat and stretches in the
corner.
UcW TAG TEAM WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
SOUTHERN COMFORT vs. VAN WYLD & DONNIE DONINGTON©
It’s Kenneth and The Wildman to start things off for their respective teams.
They start to circle each other. Van goes for a collar and elbow tie-up, but
Kenneth slips underneath it, bringing his knee up into Van’s gut. Wyld doubles
over, and Hill rebounds off the ropes, flipping over and spiking the Wildman
with a Blockbuster. Wyld staggers back to his feet, and Hill aims a spinning
thrust kick at his breadbasket again. Wyld staggers back and into the ropes.
Suddenly, Hill is there, Irish whip to send The Wildman across the ropes, to
rebound back into a huge back body drop.
CHIP:
And so far, the challengers are having their way with the champions.
MIKE:
That’s what happens when the best guy on your team just turned ninety.
Van staggers back to his feet, and Kenneth batters him with a right hand… which
seems to have no effect what-so-ever on Van. Hill tries another, and another,
but neither one seems to hurt the Tag Champ. Kenneth peppers out another… and
Van catches the fist in mid-air, before dropping Hill with a short-arm
clothesline. Kenneth pops right back to a vertical base, and gets whipped across
the ring by Van. He rebounds, right back into an Elevated Front Powerslam.
CHIP:
And now The Wildman’s taking control of this bout.
On the ring apron, Donnie is screaming for the tag. Van nods, heading over to
him and tagging in his youthful partner. Donnie rushes into the ring, slapping
on a side headlock to Hill. With an exuberant grin on his face, Donnie rears
back as hard as he can on the hold.
MONIKA:
My God, that kid is such a dweeb.
MIKE:
Dweeb?
MONIKA:
Dweeb!
Despite Donnie’s best efforts, Kenneth rallies back against it, pushing his way
up to his feet and driving elbows into Donington’s gut. He manages to create a
bit of space, before leaping and driving a roundhouse kick to the side of
Donnie’s head. Donnie goes down to one knee, then slumps forward.
MIKE:
Well, so much for that.
Kenneth grabs Donnie by the foot, dragging him to the Southern Comfort corner
and making a tag to James. The other Hill climbs into the ring, hauling Donnie
to his feet and whipping him into a free corner. He charges in, hitting a
Stinger Splash that crushes the Tag Champ against the turnbuckle. As Donnie
staggers out of the corner, James climbs the padding. When Donington turns
around, Hill leaps off, driving a thrust kick into Donnie’s chest, bowling him
over. James scrambles over for a cover:
ONE
TWO---Kickout by Donington.
MIKE:
Holy crap, Donnie kicked out!
CHIP:
Can you try and sound less surprised? He is one half of the Tag Team Champions
for a reason.
MONIKA:
They pinned the wrong guy in the title match, as far as I can recall.
James hauls Donnie to his feet, peppering him with a couple of forearm shots,
before walking him over to his corner and tagging in Kenneth. James steps out
onto the ring apron, and ignores the referee’s admonishment as he holds Donnie’s
arm back. James, meanwhile, heads into the middle of the ring, before racing in
to drive a Yakuza kick right into Donnie’s face.
MONIKA:
Hot damn. You know, I think I’m changing my mind. I’d much rather see my boys
take out Southern Comfort that the Old Man and the Dweeb.
MIKE:
That sounds like some kind of gay sitcom.
Donnie slumps down against the bottom corner, and James face washes him with the
laces of his boot, really digging them in there. After a moment of this, Hill
races across the ring, rebounding off the ropes and leaping high to drive a
delay dropkick right into his opponent.
CHIP:
I don’t know how much more of this abuse Donnie can handle. Southern Comfort
have been relentless.
MIKE:
That’s what being a champion means to any wrestler. Did you expect them to go
easy on the Champs?
CHIP:
Not really, no.
James makes the tag to Kenneth, who hauls Donnie to his feet, before whipping
him to a neutral corner. As Donnie slumps against the padding, Hill rushes in,
looking for a Stinger Splash of his own… only for Donington to dodge aside at
the last second, causing James to hit the turnbuckle at full speed. Donnie makes
a run for his corner… but Van suddenly disappears off the ring apron, pulled by
James, who then drives him back first into the guard rail.
CHIP:
Donnie looking for a much needed tag there, but James Hill certainly made that
an impossibility.
As James rolls into the ring, the referee admonishes him for his actions, but
Hill doesn’t seem to care as he heads boots Donnie in the gut, flipping him over
onto his back, before heading to his own corner. Meanwhile, Kenneth seems to
have recovered enough, and heads over to drag Donnie to his feet. Suddenly, Van
leaps back onto the ring apron, enraged, and tries to enter the ring, only for
the referee to block his entry. Van redoubles his efforts to get into the ring,
but the official physically holds him back.
MONIKA:
That old man looks angry. I wouldn’t want to be either of the Hills. Just a
shame the official’s not letting him into the ring, huh?
Kenneth peppers Donnie with a couple of forearm shots, before whipping him
across the ring. Donnie rebounds off the ropes, ducks under Kenneth’s intended
clothesline, stops on the dime and flips up backwards to strike a Pele Kick
right to Hill’s forehead. Both men drop to the mat next to each other.
CHIP:
This is the opening that Donnie’s been looking for, he just needs to make a tag.
MIKE:
To an old man, yeah. Good luck with that, dweeb.
The referee checks on both motionless men, before issuing a count;
1…2…3…4…5…6…7… both are crawling towards their respective corner …8…9… Kenneth
makes the tag to James, just as Donnie slaps hands with The Wildman. The place
erupts as Wyld throws himself into the ring.
CHIP:
And here comes The Wildman.
Van collides with Kenneth, flooring him with a clothesline. Hill pops back to
his feet, and Van hits another, and another, and another. This time, when
Kenneth staggers to punch-drunk feet, Van pushes him back up into the ropes,
whipping him off and connecting with a SLEDGE on the rebound. He drops into a
cover:
ONE
TWO
…before rolling off, just as James was aiming an elbow to break up the count,
instead hitting only his brother.
CHIP:
That’s the ring experience of the former UcW World Champion!
James rises, before rushing in at Van, who catches him with a Spinning
Spinebuster. The Wildman pops to his feet, throwing up the Long Horns to the
screaming fans… before arching his spine in pain as Kenneth rakes his back. Van
turns slowly, and Kenneth slams him with a short-arm clothesline.
MIKE:
So much for that, then.
CHIP:
Van Wyld, unleashes like a caged animal, but it looks like Southern Comfort had
the answer to that. Could we very well be looking at the next UcW Tag Team
Champions?
MONIKA:
We could. Until Mega Battle, at least.
Wyld pops back to his feet, and Kenneth grabs him in a clinch, aiming a series
of sharp knees into the Tag Champs gut, backing Wyld up into the corner. Hill
then bounds into the middle of the ring, before racing back and leaping to
Monkey Flip The Wildman out of the corner again. Quick as a flash, Kenneth
scrambles to the top of the turnbuckle, gesturing for Van to rise. Van slowly
comes to his feet, and Kenneth leaps off, aiming a perfect missile dropkick to
his chest, sending Wyld flying. Hill scrambles over, into a cover:
ONE
TWO
TH---NO!!! Broken up by Donnie.
CHIP:
I don’t think that would have been enough, but evidently Donnie was concerned
enough to break up the pin himself.
MIKE:
Well, when you’ve got an O.A.P as your partner, you have to be extra careful.
As the official hustles Donnie back out of the ring, Kenneth drags Van to the
So-Co corner, making a tag to James. James pushes Wyld up against the padding,
before stomping a mudhole on him and walking it dry. The official instructs
James to get him out of the ring, and Hill complies, before snapmareing Wyld
over in the middle of the ring. He then rebounds off the ropes, driving a
low-level dropkick right into Van’s mush.
MONIKA:
Did you hear that impact? I think that might have broken Van’s nose.
James goes for a cover:
ONE
TWO
THRE---NO!
Once again, Donnie hits the ring to break up the pin attempt. As the referee
once more hustles Donington from the ring, Hill drags Wyld over to his corner.
James leans over, making a tag to Kenneth who leaps the ropes on his way in.
Both members of Southern Comfort ignore the official as he tries to get one of
them out of the ring. Both Hill’s leap to the air, connecting with a DOUBLE
WHAMMY to the back of Wyld’s skull. He goes down to one knee, brain rattling.
Without even realising, he pushes himself back to his feet. Van turns around,
unawares, and gets HAMMERED by Southern Comfort.
CHIP:
Hey, ref, get one if these guys out of the ring already.
As Kenneth hauls The Wildman to his feet, Donnie rushes into the ring,
connecting with a clothesline that sends James tumbling over the top ropes to
the concrete below. Meanwhile, Van rebounds off the ropes, aiming a SLEDGE at
Kenneth… who ducks under it, causing Van to hit Donnie in the face, sending him
somersaulting backwards and over the ropes.
MIKE:
Ooop, the old man forgot who his opponent was, and clobbered his partner
instead.
CHIP:
Oh come on, it was an accident. He was aiming for Kenneth, and you know it. But
he’s been on the receiving end for some time; his brain must be addled.
MIKE:
Like I said, “Forgot who his opponent was!”
Van looks in shock at the mess he made, before turning back into the ring… only
for Kenneth to bounce off the middle ropes and connect with a Springboard
Cutter. He drops down into a cover:
ONE
MIKE:
Van took his eye of the match, and it cost him.
TWO
CHIP:
We’ve got new Tag Team Champion!
THREE---NO!!! At the last second, Van powers a shoulder off the mat.
MONIKA:
Holy crap on a stick. How did Van Wyld kick out of that?
MIKE:
Maybe there’s a coupon?
Kenneth slaps the mat in frustration, before hauling the Wildman to his feet by
his mullet. He walks him over to the corner, before hoisting him up to sit on
the top turnbuckle. He starts to clamber up, setting in for a Superplex… only
for The Wildman to block it. He tries again, but once more finds himself
blocked. Finally, Van pushes at Kenneth, sending him stumbling back off the
ropes, before leaping off and connecting with a WYLDRIDE. Both men are down next
to each other, and the referee starts a count: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9… the two
combatants make it to their feet, trading rights and lefts. Van is able to gain
the advantage, backing his opponent up into the ropes. Van whips Kenneth across
the ring, Hill rebounding off the ropes and back into a COT.
CHIP:
Choke or Tap, it’s all over now!
MIKE:
If Kenneth taps to that old fogey he may as well hang up his wrestling boots and
go home.
Kenneth is flailing about, arms and legs stretching for the ropes, but seemingly
to no avail. He starts to sag, going limp beneath The Wildman, and the referee
goes in the check him… when suddenly, there is a god-awful CLANG. The referee
whips his head around, in time to see James go down outside, and an enraged
Donnie standing with a steel chair in his hands. He instantly calls for the
bell.
MIKE:
What the hell just happened?
MONIKA:
I think the dweeb just walloped James Hill with a steel chair, resulting in the
Tag Team Champions being disqualified.
LISA:
Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners by disqualification… Southern
Comfort.
MONIKA:
Way to be on the ball there, Leese.
CHIP:
But because of the disqualification, Donnie and Van retain their championships.
Looks like we know it’s going to be them against the Kru at Mega Battle.
As Wren collects the remains of Southern Comfort, Van stands in the middle of
the ring, hands on his hips and staring at Donnie in shock. Donington rolls into
the ring, still clutching the chair. Van points at it, demanding to know what
Donnie is playing at. For his part, Donnie snaps back at The Wildman, waving the
chair threateningly.
MIKE:
Oh boy, looks like the dweebs gonna clean some geriatric clock.
MONIKA:
You’d never get TV like this in XFW, huh Castle?
MIKE:
Yeah, but that’s cause we’d never employ either of them.
Van doesn’t back down, pointing to his chin and offering Donnie a free shot.
MIKE:
DO IT DONNIE!
CHIP:
No, Donnie, don’t! That’s your hero!
Donnie seems to think the same as Chip, and drops the chair. He drops to his
knees, grabbing Van around the ankles and pleading with him for forgiveness.
Van sighs, shaking his head in disbelief, before pulling Donnie to his feet. He
says a few words to him, and then the two embrace in the middle of the ring.
CHIP:
Looks like the Tag Team Champions have some cracks, but they seem pretty sturdy
all the same.
MONIKA:
But you just know it’s something that MY boys, The Steel City Kru, can use to
their advantage.
Van and Donnie take back their championships, holding them above their heads as
we fade to the copyright information.
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