CUE UP: Guns and Roses, Welcome to the Jungle.
Commando appears at the top of the ramp. He pauses at the top of the ramp, peering out at the crowd. He looks in incredible shape, his combat boots are a glossy black, and his pressed black and white camo pants do nothing to belay Taskers impressive physique. Tasker has a water bottle in hand that he casually pulls sips off of as he stomps down to ringside.
GM: Well, here comes the challenger. Commando will be looking to use his size advantage against Aho I'd think.
BS: It's been tried before.
Tasker slides in under the ropes and bounces off them a few times. He casually removes his black leather vest and hands it to a ring attendant, then hands over his water bottle as well. He stands in the middle of the ring patiently waiting for Aho to arrive, as well as his crack at the title.
He doesn't have to wait very long.
CUE UP: Blood, Milk and Sky, White Zombie
Evan Aho appears at the top of the ramp, and the EWI chooses to shower it's reigning champion by unleashing a THUNDEROUS display of pyro. It's secondary however, to the collosal roar from the crowd for the EWI Extreme Heavyweight Champion. Evan stands tall at the top of the ramp with the Heavy EWI belt draped over his shoulder. He looks calm and confident. A serene look on his face, belied only by the slightest sheen of sweat.
Aho stands as motionless as a statue for a moment. He takes in everything with a careful, somber gaze. The crowd, the lights and pyro, and his opponent standing cockily in the ring.
BS: And here's the champ! Aho looks to be in fine form tonight Garrett!
GM: Aho looks to be in fine form EVERY night Brett. Aho is pretty much the last of the throwbacks. He's the Ric Flair of this decade, without the 'Whoo's'.
Aho strides down to the ring, hands off his title belt to the ref, then climbs the ringsteps. He steps cautiously into the ring, and proceeds to stare at Commando. Measuring him up with a cold glare. Commando grins back at Aho with a cocky smile. Casually flexing his muscles and limbering up in preperation for the match.
CUE UP: Renegade Master, WildChild.
Erik Zieba appears at the top of the ramp, none the worse for wear despite the nights crazy events. He motions for the crew to cut the music, then gets a mike from a nearby technicican. He waits for the crowd to calm down, then addresses the two wrestlers in the ring.
EZ: Well, look at this. Tonight, we have two of the very best of the best in the EWI in the ring tonight duking it out for the EWI title. Two of the cream of the crop. The best of the best. The absolute number one guns.
It really is hard for me to pick a match for you two. I mean, really, it hinges a bit too much on luck. I pick a conventional match, and Aho has the advantage. I pick a non-conventional one, and Tasker has the advantage. So I'll tell you gentle men how it's going to be. You two gentlemen, tonight, are in a LAST MAN STANDING match for the EWI title. No pinfalls, no submissions. It's whoever can't answer the ref's ten count that is going home the loser. Good Luck gents. Try and give them a show.
BS: Last man standing! That doesn't favour either man! Aho and Commando are just both machines!
GM: Leave it to Zieba to pull that one out of the hat! This will be an absolute slobberknocker!
BS: Thank you Jim Ross...
GM: Leave the sarcasm to the professionals Brett.
Suddenly, the lights black out in the arena. Everyone mills in confusion for a second, Then words appear in sequence across the EWI extreme screen.
PAYBACKS
ARE
A
BITCH
The words dissappear, then a glowing circle appears on the screen, it slowly shapes into a moon in eclipse, then it morphs into a chi symbol.
The camera flashes over to Commando for a second, he looks very upset and seems to be swearing.
A massive burst of pyro appears on the stage again, and suddenly, a pre-taped promo from Gemini appears on the screen. He smiles and addresses the camera.
G: Well, well, well. Commando, we've been looking for you. Despite all the crap that has gone on, all the matches, all the things that have happened, we want to reassure you that we haven't forgotten about you Alan. No, no, no. We have so much to remember you by that that will NEVER happen.
Now we know that you probobly think that this is a bad time for us to be bringing this up. We know that you probobly feel a little worried, seeing as how you attacked us during a bunch of our matches. This being your big title shot and all, we know that you're liable to be upset. Well, don't worry there Commandork. We're not going to interfere in your little matchup. You can wrestle Aho and feel secure in knowing that we wouldn't DREAM of messing up your little title shot.
Surprised Commandork? Don't be. We're going to pay you back with interest for all the crap that you've pulled. It's just that we feel that tonight it's pointless to interfere with your title shot. Why do we feel it's pointless? Because you WON'T WIN Commandork. The man you're wrestling tonight doesn't run when things go wrong, he attacks his problems. He doesn't back down, he doesn't show fear, and he's the world champ. And all those things in combination mean that you have ZERO chance of beating Evan Aho tonight Commandork.
So you wrestle your little match Tasker. You take your beating like a man, you watch the ref raise Aho's hand, and you watch Aho leave with the belt. And you just remember this, we still have unfinished business with you. And we don't like unfinished business. So we'll see you, very, very soon.
BS: Holy Cow! That was about the last thing that Tasker was expecting!
GM: Those words on the screen say it all Brett. Paybacks are a bitch. It's kind of hard to feel sorry for Tasker, all things considered.
Tasker stares at the screen for a second, then yells at the ref to 'Ring the damn bell!' The ref does and the match is underway. Tasker and Aho circle each other, then lock up. Tasker starts to overpower Aho, but Aho slips out and drops Tasker on his face with a drop toe hold. Tasker rolls away and kneels in a defensive position rubbing his face for a second. He regains his footing and both men circle again.
Tasker clamps on a side headlock, Aho slips out by whipping Tasker into the ropes, but is shoulderblocked flat by Tasker. Tasker bounces off the ropes to try another shoulderblock, but Aho drops flat, evading the strike. He catches Tasker off the ropes and whips Tasker across the ring with a hip toss. Tasker smoothly rolls out, hits the ropes and tries for a spear, which fails miserably as Aho uses Taskers momentum to propel him into a brutal DDT. Tasker sits up out of the move for a second, then flops over again.
BS: Brilliant move by Aho! Brilliant! How did he do that?
GM: That's why he's the champ...
Aho motions for the ref to start counting. He does, but only gets to seven before Tasker regains his feet. Aho shrugs, then bounces of the ropes and lands a cruel larait. Tasker lands heavily on his back as Aho rolls nimbly away. Aho then drags Tasker up and attempts to send him to the ropes again. Tasker reverses the move and bounces Aho off the ropes, he kicks Aho in the gut, then grabs him and spins him into a diving powerbomb. Tasker staggers back after the move and tries to recover in the corner. Meanwhile, the ref starts to count on Aho. Tasker slowly regains his wits as the ref counts to six on Aho.
BS: Do you hear something Garrett?
GM: It sounds like a... helicopter?
BS: This is an indoor arena! What the hell is going on?
Tasker seems confused, and looks wildly around the arena. Aho recovers and staggers back up. Seeing Taskers back, he takes advantage and bounces Commando's skull of the matt with a death drop ddt. Tasker writhes and holds his skull until Aho drags him up off the matt and then plants him again with a sambo suplex.
GM: Didn't Commando introduce himself to Gemini via helicopter?
BS: Yes he did Garrett, from about twenty feet in the air.
GM: I think Gemini is playing with Commando's head.
BS: I don't think Commando is going to like this game very much either.
The ref gets to seven on Tasker before Commando regains his feet again. Tasker immeadiately staggers back as Aho hits a vicious chop across Taskers chest and forces Tasker back into the corner with several more. By the third chop most of the fans in the arena are chanting 'Whoo' with each strike. Tasker reels in the corner, then quick as a snake he grabs Evan by the throat and fires him into the corner. Maintaining the hold, Tasker starts to land heavy rights to Aho's head.
Meanwhile, three mimes appear on the ramp and start to mime their way down to ringside. They do the standard mime things. Pantomiming pulling on a rope, driving a car, trapped in a box, etc. Tasker and Aho take no notice, but the crowd notices the mimes and start to murmur.
GM: What the hell is this?
BS: I have no idea Garrett. I can only assume that this is more of Gemini's doing.
Tasker continues to pummell Aho down into a bloody lump. Aho tries desperately to shield himself and manages to slither out and away from Tasker. Tasker spins and tries a heel kick on Aho, but Aho wisely sidesteps the move, then counters with a sweep. Tasker bounces off the matt faster than Aho expects, then grabs Aho and presses him overhead. He grins out at the crowd while Aho squirms in his grasp. The grins fades from his face when he sees the mimes at ringside. As his grip loosens, Aho squirms out of Taskers grasp and slides behind Tasker. A second later, the shocked Tasker is holding his head and trying to recover from precise rolling suplex that Aho just delivered.
BS: Tasker obviously having a hard time dealing with these distractions.
GM: Beaten by mimes... that could be a hard thing to live down.
Aho attempts to drag Tasker up and deliver another move, but Tasker drops Aho to his knees with a vicious if somewhat cruel low blow. Then Tasker just as suddenly turns and launches himself over the ropes to land with a crash on a unsuspecting mime sniffing an imaginary flower.
GM: Ok... apparently Tasker is not that hot on the whole mime thing.
BS: I hope one of these guys can mime a trauma surgeon.
Tasker grabs another one of the mimes by the hair and starts to bounce his head off of the railing. The final and remaining mime stares horrified at the carnage, then slowly backs away from the furious Tasker, who is still bouncing the one mimes head off of the steel guardrail.The mime edges away, then turns and sprints back up the aisle in a definately unmimeish fashion. Aho recovers his feet and staggers over to the railing where he watches Tasker slowly beat a street performer into a coma over the broken body of the first mime.
GM: Oh good lord! This is horrible!
BS: I agree Garrett, this is uncalled for, he's mangling that poor mime!
GM: Not that Brett! One of them got away! He wasted his chance to get the third mime!
BS: Don't do it. Don't you DARE say it!
GM: And as we all know, a mime is a terible thing to waste!
Aho gets tired rapidly of watching Tasker beat on the mime, he spins, climbs the turnbuckle, then nails Tasker from behind with a Moonsault. Tasker bounces off the guardrail and rolls around the floor holding his ribs. Aho grabs Taskers legs, then flips him up and into the ringpost. Tasker bounces off the post with a solid ding, then crumples to the ground holding his face.
Aho kneels for a second, obviously a little woozy from the beating he's been receiving, but manages to grab Taskers leg again. He tries to spin into a figure four leg lock, but Tasker plants a foot on Aho's butt and shoves him into the spanish announcers table. Aho smacks into the table, then leans heavily against it, obviously stunned. Tasker manages to regain his feet, looks around for a second then throws a tech aside as he grabs a folding chair.
BS: Aho has a serious problem here as Tasker looks to pound down the champ with that chair.
GM: Tasker will do whatever he has to do to get the job done, and if he has to cave in Aho's skull to get it done, he will.
Tasker advances on the staggered Aho with the chair. Aho dodges the first swipe, but Tasker nails him solidly in the head with the second strike. A loud 'clang' resounds through the arena as chair meets head. Aho staggers back away from Tasker, then spins and hits the chair with a superkick, driving the chair into Taskers face. Both wrestlers fall prone, and the referee moves into position to start counting over both men.
BS: Well Aho certainly found an excellent counter to that chair.
GM: Tasker needs to pull it togeather here if he wants to win this, he needs to shut out all the distractions and get on with it, otherwise Gemini gets exactly what he wants here.
Tasker staggers back up a hair after Aho does, the two stare at each other for a second then start throwing punches. They rock each other for a few strikes, then Tasker grabs Aho by the hair and bounces his head off of the ringpost. Aho staggers away, then somehow manages to catch Tasker as Tasker charges him. He redirects Commando's momentum and turns the attempted Thesz Press into a pulling walk slam on the concrete. Tasker writhes on the concrete, while Aho crawls away from the big man to try and pull himself up again.
BS: Aho would have loved to have gone for the pin there.
GM: Both of these guys are being tested to the limit. Neither wants to give an inch.
Tasker pulls himself up in a half drunk fashion. He spies another folding chair, and retrieves it. He turns to go and whale upon Aho again, but freezes when he sees that there is smoke coming from under the ring. enraged, he charges the ring and dives under it. Aho recovers finally, and looks around wildly. He looks confusedly at the smoke, then gestures at the ref. The ref shrugs and points under the ring.
GM: More of Gemini's mind games here.
BS: This looks to be a little reminder from the Radder/Gemini I quit match. Gemini was REAL unhappy when Commando stuck his nose into that one.
Tasker crawls out from under the ring on the opposite side. He's drags what looks like a dummy of some sort with him. The camera focuses in on the dummy and the black t-shirt it's wearing. Four words are on the shirt. 'PAYBACKS ARE A BITCH' Tasker stares at the shirt for a second, then rips it off of the dummy and starts to tear it to shreds.
Aho rounds the ring to come face to face with Tasker. He shoves him in the chest and starts to yell at Tasker. Tasker responds with a hard right hand to Aho's temple. He rocks Aho with several big rights, then goes for a haymaker. Aho ducks under the hay maker, grabs Tasker by the waist and fires him across the ringmatts with a precise backdrop. Tasker rolls out of the backdrop and comes up with a running neckbreaker. Aho absorbs that with barely any effect, shifts back and taunts at Tasker. Infuriated, Tasker charges at Aho again. Aho uses Taskers momentum against him again and launches Tasker into the air, where he lands harshly against the railing throatfirst. Tasker staggers back from the railing holding his throat, and Aho siezes the moment by landing his special inverted DDT, The Agony.
BS: There it is! That's the begining of the end for Tasker!
GM: Remind me to have Zieba get you some prosac.
Aho grimly drags the nearly limp Tasker up again and spins him around. He locks on his modified tiger driver and delivers his finishing move, smashing Commando's head through the spanish announcers table in the process. Aho looks back at Tasker, winces, then motions for the ref to count. The ref starts to count as Aho staggers away and leans against the table. Tasker doesn't move a muscle during the count as he is obviously out cold. The ref reaches ten in his count, makes a slashing motion with his hands, and the bell finally rings.
BS: What a match! You can only wonder how good it could have been if...
GM: If what? Gemini kept his word, he never interfered once!
BS: But still, would Tasker been more on his game if Gemini hadn't been playing his?
GM: If, if, if... I can't believe you're standing up for this guy Brett.
CUE UP: Beautiful People, Marilyn Manson.
Gemini appears at the top of the ramp, still dressed in his wrestling gear and covered in the sweat and blood from his match tonight. He carries a white tube in his hand with him down to the ring. He's also wearing a simple black t-shirt, adorned with what seems to be his new logo... 'PAYBACKS ARE A BITCH'
BS: Ok... this doesn't look good for Commando.
GM: Read his shirt Brett... read his shirt.
Aho recovers his title, and staggers back up the aisle. He looks up to see Gemini coming down to the ring with revenge in mind and looks him in the eye. Gemini stares at the champ, but doesn't move. Aho shrugs, raises his hands in a show of no contest, and lets EWI's resident schizophrenic past. Gemini nods at Aho, ten moves past the champion on a beeline for Commando. Aho watches Gemini move towards his opponent, shakes his head and moves up the aisle.
BS: Whats he carrying Garrett?
GM: It looks like a... fluorescent light bulb?
BS: Uh-oh. Don't do this Gemini. Don't do it.
Gemini grabs the feebly moving Commando by the hair and throws him into the ring. Commando tries to crawl away from Gemini on his hands and knees, but Gemini throws him into a corner. Commando feebly pulls himself up and stands half concious in the corner, blood streaming down his face from a cut in his scalp. Gemini motions for a mike from the tech staff and a tech quickly hands him one so Gemini can address the crowd.
G: Well Tasker, we kept our word. We kept our nose out of your match. We didn't touch you once. And you still lost. Didn't you like our little trip down memory lane Tasker? Did that distract you? Did it throw you off of your vaunted game?
G: You know Commandork, there was one other thing that you did to us that we wanted to remind you of. Do you remember what it was? We're pretty sure that you do. You smashed a light bulb into our face when we were wrestling Radder! You don't remember that Alan?
Commando tries to charge Gemini from the corner. Gemini easily sidesteps Commando's weakened charge and swings the fluorescent tube like a bat, smashing the light across Commando's face. Slashing his face open with several horrific gashes. The crowd gives a huge heel pop, as Commando sinks to his knees clutching at his face with blood streaming from between his fingers.
G: That's what it feels like there Commando. It really hurts doesn't it? Well maybe you should get used to that sensation Commando, because we aren't going anywhere. We remember everything you did to us in vivid detail. Every stitch we got, the concussion, the boken ribs. All your stupid back jumping crap. And let us tell you this sunshine, we're just warming up on this whole payback thing. We're going to be your freaking shadow from now on. We're not going to rest until we feel we've squeezed every last ounce of payback from your stinking carcass.
G: But you know what Commando, we're hogging the microphone. We're sure that you want to issue a rebuttal for your fans. We're going to give you that opportunity right now. (Gemini looks over at the announcers table.) McFarlane! Sanders! Want an exclusive interview with Commando? Catch!
GM: Oh CRAP!
BS: MOVE!
Gemini picks up the brutalized Commando, then presses him overhead. He moves closer to the ropes, then presses Commando through the announcers table, where the announcers scurry away like rats. Gemini stands and watches the wresckage with a grim smile. Paramedics and security rush down the aisle to tend to the injured Commando.
BS: This is insane! This is utterly insane!
GM: Look at him Brett! Look at Gemini!
BS: My God. He looks... HAPPY!
GM: That is one sick, sick man. Men. Guys. Something.
BS: Well as Gemini and Commando are out of the ring Evan Aho as just got back in and he is trying to catch his breath under the surprise and cheers of the fans.
GM: Oh wait a second we have a visitor!
[As Aho is still in the ring Eddy Love comes rushing down with Marcus Gottfried in tow and he catches Aho off-guard with a blind clothesline that brings him down. Love then picks him up and sets him up for a Hurricane Piledriver that knocks out Aho. Then, as he throws Aho out of the ring, he also calls for a mic.]
EL: Aho. Just like I said as long as I'm around you won't even be considered a champion cause I am the REAL champion ... not you!
[Suddenly 'Renegade Master' - Wildchild starts up and Zieba makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.]
EZ: What the HELL is going on here?
MG: The last thing you need to do is say anything. The way I see it I own this league and I own you and you WILL do as I say cause I have damn near every superstar in my backpocket! So it would be in your best interest to back off!
EZ: Burn in HELL Gottfried this is my league!
MG: Oh yeah? Eddy would you mind please?
[As Love is about to charge Zieba, Rob Sampson makes his way down to the ring wearing an "It's All About Eddy Love" t-shirt and smiling. As he steps inside he walks right inbetween the trio]
MG: Rob! I'm glad you could be here. Sorry about keeping Eddy a secret, but it had to be done. You understand right?
RS: Oh yeah I understand and it's all good. I just hope you understand where I'm coming from.
MG: What do you mean?
[At that time Rob kicks back and hits Love with a Show Stopper that drops Love right to the canvas. As Sampson is about to move towards Love again, Gottfried jumps Sampson from behind, but is quickly pulled down by Zieba and he holds him at bay as Sampson hooks Love up with The Headliner (inverted Death Valley Driver).]
GM: What the??? Love's not moving!
BS: I think Sampson might have broke his neck!
GM: THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!
BS: You can't....
GM: I DON'T CARE!
RS: (picking up the mic and getting in Gottfried's face) Screw me (pointing at Love) with this? Well screw you cause I'm about to make your life a living HELL! Screw the SSN cause I'm EW Mother Fuckin I!
[Zieba pushes Gottfried down and both he and Sampson head out of the ring as the EMT"s hit the ring to help out Love.]
BS: Folks we are out of time! For Victoria McCave, Gary McFarland, and everyone else at EWI ... this is Brett Sanders saying come back and see the EWI in action again at HEATWAVE in Charlotte! Good night everyone!
GM: Damnit it's not fair!