Eric Davis walks down to ringside after his familiar entrance, and grabs a mic off of the ring announcer. He walks over to the ring and pulls a black ladder out from under it. He slides it in the ring and begins speaking on the mic.
ED: Well now, it seems as though "Furious" Jesse Falcon has made it this far, so why not make it a little more interesting? Let's make this a match to remember, Falcon. If you don't know what the hell I'm talkin' about, you're as dumb as you look. Let's see, we've got a LADDER, and MY belt, right up there...
Davis looks up and the camera zooms in on the Cruiserweight title dangling from the ceiling.
ED: Come on, Falcon, you must want this thing pretty bad if you were willing to face me in a match... come and get your prize. Let's earn our pay.
BS: Eric Davis wants to make this a ladder match, and I guess the championship committee has given him the okay!
GM: This is going to be a match to remember.
Falcon makes his way out to the ring. The two men stare across the ring at each other intensely. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. The two wrestlers lock up and both rapidly trade a series of holds and reversals before Falcon catches Davis out of nowhere with a dropkick. Davis gets back to his feet quickly and is greeted with a right hand from Falcon. Davis ducks a clothesline attempt from Falcon and fires off a series of forearm shivers.
BS: Both men are keeping it simple here in the opening moments of the match. I'm sure they'll kick it up a notch when the time is right.
Davis whips Falcon to the ropes and catches him with a spinning heel kick. He follows up with a snap suplex and then allows Falcon to get to his feet and fires off a superkick, but Falcon is able to sidestep the move and catches Davis with a belly-to-back suplex. Davis is able to get back up but Falcon takes him back down with a swinging neckbreaker and Davis rolls out of the ring.
GM: Davis is playing smart here. He's taking a break, disrupting Falcon's momentum.
BS: You certainly can't argue with his logic, although the fans don't seem to care for it.
Davis mockinly blows kisses to the booing crowd and then turns around to be greeted by a Space Flying Tiger Drop from Falcon. The crowd pops huge for the move, but both men are lying on the arena floor, trying to recover. Falcon is up first but Davis is up soon after. The two men start slugging it out but Davis gains the advantage and rams Falcon's head into the guard rail. He then hops up onto the apron and executes an Asai moonsault on the dazed Falcon.
BS: Davis answers Falcon's move with one of his own! The crowd can't help but cheer!
Davis grabs the ladder and sets it up in the ring. He begins the climb toward the belt, but Falcon makes it back into the ring and pulls Davis down. He whips Davis into the corner and then runs in with a clothesline. Falcon then executes a tornado DDT on the stunned Davis and looks to the ladder. He pulls the ladder close to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs up on it.
BS: Flacon's got something in mind here...
GM: What was your first clue, Sherlock?
Falcon climbs up on the ladder and leaps off with a splash onto Falcon. Both men clutch their ribs but Falcon valiantly sets the ladder up and begins to climb toward the belt. The pain slows his progress though, and Davis is able to get to his feet and dropkick the ladder, sending Falcon crashing to the mat. Davis pulls Falcon up and then drops him back down with a scoop reverse DDT. Davis immediately follows up with a moonsault and once again both men clutch their ribs in pain.
BS: These two are assaulting each other's bodies to the point where neither of them may be able to climb the ladder!
GM: Yeah...and I like it!
BS: You would.
This time it's Falcon who gets to his feet first. He pulls Davis up and attempts a DDT, but Davis reverses with a backdrop. Falcon pops back up but Davis unleashes a backwards roundhouse kick that sends Falcon out of the ring. Davis sets the ladder up and begins to climb but then climbs back down, gets a running start, and executes a suicide dive onto Falcon, who has just gotten to his feet.
GM: What are you thinking, Davis!? You could have had the match won!
BS: Apparently he thought differently, Garrett.
Falcon rolls through with the momentum of the move but it is still several moments before either man moves. The two wrestlers roll into the ring. Falcon kicks Davis in the midsection and then drops him with a swinging Samoan bulldog. He sets the ladder up near a turnbuckle once again and climbs up. The crowd looks on in awe as Falcon leaps off the ladder and delivers the Fury Bomb onto the prone Davis.
BS: Senton bomb from the ladder!
GM: Damn. I mean, damn!
Falcon stands back up and pulls the ladder to the middle of the ring. He begins his climb up but is surprised to see Davis getting back to his feet also. Davis begins climbing the ladder and the two men meet up on top of the ladder. They begin exchanging lefts and rights, with neither man wanting to give in to the other.
BS: This does not look good.
GM: For once, we agree on something.
Davis gets the better of the exchange and Falcon plummets to the mat. Davis climbs all the way to the top of the ladder and leaps off with his Dragon Fire frog splash.
BS: Dragon Fire! Davis hits his move!
Davis gets back up. He's holding his ribs but still begins to climb up the ladder. The crowd comes to a roar as Davis comes close to grabbing the belt, but Falcon gets to his knees and pushes the ladder over. Falcon goes over to Davis and pulls him up into a piledriver position. He drops Davis with the piledriver and then sets the ladder back up. Falcon's hand grazes the belt but at just that moment Davis gets to his feet and superkicks the ladder.
GM: What the hell is it going to take for one of these guys to stay down!?
BS: Neither man came here to lose, Gary Mac! They both want that title so bad they can taste it!
Falcon and Davis, both nearing exhaustion, once again go back on the offensive. A stiff right hand from from Falcon staggers Davis. Falcon pulls Davis into a turnbuckle and attempts a tornado DDT, but Davis reverses the move with a release Northern Lights suplex. Davis quickly heads up top and as Falcon gets to his feet he leaps off the top with a missile dropkick. The move sends Falcon staggering back into the ropes and he becomes entangled in them.
BS: Jesse Falcon is tangled up in those ropes!
GM: This is your chance, Davis!
Davis wastes no time in setting up the ladder and climbing as quickly as he can. Falcon struggles to get out of the ropes but ends up worsening his situation. Davis grabs the Cruiserweight title belt and the crowd delivers a huge pop as he celebrates on top of the ladder.
BS: Eric Davis is the EWI World Cruiserweight champion!
GM: I give Falcon all the credit in the world, but Davis was the man here tonight!
The referee at ringside helps Falcon out of the ring and Falcon then shoves him away and walks to the back with a look of disgust on his face. Davis, despite elated with his victory, holds up the belt for all to see. Suddenly the lights blink a few times, then shut off completely. Flames shoot from the ring posts as "Pollution" by Limp Bizkit cues up. The flames die down just as blue pyro sprouts from the ramp and Inferno walks out. The pyro dies away and the lights come back on. Inferno is wearing his wrestling attire, baggy jeans and a wife-beater. He pulls a mic out of his back pocket and looks out to the sea of fans. Some give cheer, but most don't recognize him. He stares at Davis for a long, uneasy moment, then raises the mic slowly to his mouth to speak.
Inferno: Congradulations Eric. You performed a hell-uv-a match tonight. I must applaud you.
Inferno smirks, mock clapping as the fans mummer to themselves. He then turns serious again.
Inferno: Relish the time you have with the gold, my friend. Trust me, it won't be long...
Eric motions for a mic from an announcer at ring side and catches it as it is tossed in.
Davis: DAMN THAT SMIRK! DAMN IT TO HELL!
Davis pauses, a smug smile crossing his face.
Davis: Look Flamer, I told you if I won you'd get first crack at it, but this is not the time, nor the place! You want this belt? Too Bad! It's mine! HAHA! NEE--
Inferno: Shutup Eric. I am so sick of your childishness. Let's jus' have at it right now! I bet these fans would like to see that.
This catches the fans attention as all in attendance rise to their feet and start to cheer.
Inferno: What'sa matter, Eric? You don't wanna go head t' head against me where there is no one to save your sorry ass?
Inferno smirks as the crowd begins to cheer louder. He then looks to Davis, who is now leaning against the near-ropes, Cruiserweight title snuggly drapped over his shoulders. Eric looks serious as he glares at Inferno and after a long pause, finally lifts the mic to his mouth.
Davis: Look fruitfighter, I've been through one hell of a match tonight, I don't need your crap!
The crowd boo's loudly at Davis' proclomation. Inferno then shrugs, walking down the aisle. He stops just short of the mats surrounding the ring and listens intently as Eric continues.
Davis: Yeah, that's right...take your scrawny little flamin' tushi to the back, and let me basque in all my glory! WHOOOOO!!!!
The crowd's booing becomes louder, then suddenly stops as Inferno narrows his eyes on Davis and begins to speak.
Inferno: Yes Davis, I'll admit...you've certainly earned that belt tonight by your in the ring actions, but that doesn't save you from me. Oh don't you worry. I'll be around, waiting for you. Don't worry bout watching your back, Eric, cause when I come for the belt, I'm coming full out from where you can see me, and you know what? You still won't be able to stop my onslaught.
Davis bites his bottom lip as the fans give a loud face pop for Inferno. After another long pause, Davis sets his vision sternly on Inferno again, retaliating to the last comments.
Davis: Oh man, you sounded just like that ugly behemoth you faced earlier tonight! Who was that jobber by the way? Umm, Major Deluxe was it? Ahh, what a contender! That's showin' skill buddy! Good job on your win! I must commend you for those 5 minutes of the most boring action I've ever watched!
Inferno shrugs, a smile once again returning to his face. He glances around at the crowd, before looking back to Davis, and chuckling softly.
Inferno: Your right. That matched sucked. What do you expect when they put a rookie that is still green versus someone of my calibur? I barely broke a sweat in that match...not like I could break a sweat while wrestling you either, but you know how it goes. I mean, many people think that the best match ever included me. How could I be paired against Major Deluxe?
Davis: Ya' Know... I must say, you were in one of the best matches I have ever witnessed. But see the thing you're overlooking is the fact that it's not your wrestling that made the match the best, it was the outcome! Man, the look on your face when little Patrick Thompson ran away with your belt! CLASSIC!
Inferno then sneers, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
Inferno: You know that was my belt! That Chavo Guerrero wanna-be stole my clear victory! There is no way ol' Jeffy Roberts coulda got up!
Inferno pauses, composing himself. He then shrugs it off and speaks again.
Inferno: And you also know that the match was one of the best in wrestling terms to. You can't deny it Eric. Roberts and I definetly put on a show that people won't forget for years to come...but that's not the point I'm getting at here.
Inferno furrows his brow as Davis cuts him off.
Davis: It doesn't matter about the point your trying to get at buttfuzz... bottom line is I don't care! You can dwell on how great your match with Roberts was, and I'll just think about how great ours will be, when I knock your ass out for tryin' to take my strap! It's not everyday you get a match with the Dragon, flamer, so if you do step into the ring with me, you better be wrestlin' the match of your life!
Inferno points at Davis.
Inferno: Every match I give gets 120% from me so you can be damn sure it'll be the best match of my life...that is if you can match me to make the thing entertaining. And since you prolly can't, it'll look like Inferno versus Deluxe all over again!
Davis: Oh you did NOT just compare me to that, that piece of pure retardation! You don't wanna' go there flamer! You're lucky I'm worn out, or I probably would've come down there and whipped your ass by now! Look, you want a match with me? Well there's a wrestler sittin' in the back who worked his ass off tonight for a number one contendership, and I don't think he'll be too happy when he listens to you bitch and moan. I mean, it's not like the other wrestlers feelings matter anyways, you just might wanna watch your back, that's all.
Inferno motions with one hand for Davis to bring it.
Inferno: Your not worn out Davis, you just don't wanna shit your pants when I beat your ass infront of this full-capacity crowd, and as for the number one contender...
Inferno pauses, then nods to himself.
Inferno: It's only fair that I hafta go through him first. And as for watching my back, I never have and never will. If they want a piece of me, I'll gladly take them on. One at a time...all at once...it doesn't even matter to me. The Urban Cowboy, Showtime...they're all shit-stains. They mean nothing. Darkness, Stevie Mute? Those two are just down-right lame. It's a pitiful excuse for the top-four slots in the Cruiserweight division...no wonder your the champ.
Davis: I must agree with you for once flamer, the lowly scumbags they threw at me tonight just plain sucked. But I think I'm ready for a "little" challenge if you know what I mean. You bring your best stuff, and I'll bring my worst... and I still guarentee a victory. And just for fun, here's what we'll do... not only will I put my EWI title up for grabs, but I'll even put the Nth one up as well!
Inferno smirks, crossing his arms across his chest as the crowd pops loudly.
Davis: How's that sound asslicker? I'm basically GIVIN' you the opportunity of a lifetime, all you have to do is seize it. So are you gonna come and get it? OR are you just gonna sit there and play with yourself as usual? If you won't step up, I'm sure I can just make mincemeat out of another loser cruiser in the mean time.
Inferno: You beter watch your mouth, Davis. You ever bring your worst into the ring against me and you will lose...hell, if you ever brought your best into the ring against me, you will lose.
Inferno then runs to ringside and slides under the bottom rope where he is hit with a few heavy rights by Davis. Inferno gets his bearings and hammers Davis with a right of his own. The two trade blows before Davis catches him with a hard forearm. Davis throws Inferno to the far ropes. Inferno rebounds, ducks under as Davis leapfrogs, then steps over as Davis lays down after another rebound before jumping and springboarding off the middle rope into a moonsault that catches Davis off gaurd. Inferno, ontop of Davis, lays into him with heavy lefts and rights. Davis finally turns the tide and rolls onto Inferno and rips into him with vicious punches of his own. Finally, the two seperate, only to come back at each other, both landing heavy punches before security comes out and seperates the two. Davis shrugs off the gaurds, walking away and up the ramp on his own accord, but Inferno has to be physically restrained, then, after Davis is gone, is hand cuffed and led to the back.
BS: My God is that how it was in the NthWA?
GM: And then some my friend...and then some.
BS: Folks coming up next we have Malign going one on one with Kevin Martinez
GM: Well after seeing Malign get a beatdown earlier I have this feeling that Martinez might pull this out.
BS: Folks let go to the ring.
Both men made their way to the ring with intense looks on their faces. Not even waiting for the bell, the two began brawling all over the ring. Malign scored early with a clothesline which he quickly followed up on by executing a series of snap legdrops. Martinez rolled out of the ring, but Malign quickly followed. Both men grabbed nearby chairs and began dueling with them. Martinez managed to gain the upper hand and knocked Malign's chair away. He then bashed Malign over the head with his chair. Martinez then tried to climb back into the ring but Malign grabbed his leg and pulled him back down. The two once again started brawling and eventually made their way down the aisle and through the curtain. The referee had no choice but to rule the match a double count out.
BS: Well this contest has been thrown out and can you blame the ref?
GM: I'll tell you what. Everything is just going buck wild around here! SSN is gonna have a fit and you know it!
BS: They knew what they were signing for.
GM: Well someone had to have sugarcoat it.
BS: Folks coming up next the EWI IC title is on the line as Jeffery Roberts defends against Brad Striker.
GM: These two have been at eachother ever since the match was annonced and seeing the fire in both eyes you just know it's gonna go for a long time.
BS: Let's head to the ring for this IC match up!
The two combatants lock up. Both men jockey for control but it's Roberts who gains the advantage. He whips Striker to the ropes but misses a clothesline attempt. Striker goes to the ropes once again and comes back with a flying clothesline on Roberts, who quickly rolls out of the ring.
BS: Looks like the champion is going to take a moment to collect his thoughts.
GM: I doubt he was expecting Striker to be so offensive-minded so quickly.
The champion rolls back into the ring. He feigns another lockup but instead drives a knee into Striker's midsection. Roberts then chokes Striker on the top rope before the referee finally pulls him off to force the break. Roberts throws an intimidating glare at the referee, but goes back to work on Striker. He slams the challenger to the canvas and goes to the ropes for momentum. An attempted elbowdrop misses its mark as Strikers rolls out of its way and comes back at Roberts with a clothesline. The champion pops back up only to be caught by a kick to the midsection and then gets suplexed to the canvas.
BS: Brad Striker scores with a vertical suplex!
GM: Roberts isn't done by a long shot though, and you know it.
Striker pulls Roberts up for another suplex but the champion drops him with a DDT to reverse the move. He steps out onto the ring apron and follows up with a slingshot legdrop and goes for the pin. The referee counts two before Striker kicks out. The champion shoots Striker to the outside and then rolls out after him.
GM: Uh oh. Roberts is in his element now.
BS: So is Striker though, Gary Mac.
Roberts throws the time keeper out of his chair and folds it up in order to use it as a weapon. He slams the chair into Striker's back and then climbs back into the ring. As Striker gets to his feet, Roberts slingshots himself over the top rope into a somersault plancha that sends both men crashing into the guard rail.
BS: Can you believe that!? Jeffrey Roberts must be insane!
GM: You know he is. You've seen his promos the same as I have!
BS: I don't see the referee counting. I guess he's content to let these two battle it out.
Both men lie on the floor for several moments before they begin to stir. Amazingly, Striker is the first to his feet. He grabs the chair Roberts had previously used and brings it crashing down onto the champion's skull. Roberts goes down in a heap, but Striker pulls him up and drapes him across the guard rail. He then climbs up on the ring apron.
BS: What in the world is Brad Striker thinking of doing?
GM: I'm afraid to ask! These guys are gonna kill each other!
Striker gets a running start and then leaps off, connecting with a guillotine legdrop on Roberts, who is still draped over the guard rail. Striker rolls Roberts back into the ring and covers him. The referee's count gets to two before Roberts is able to get a shoulder up. Striker shakes his head in disbelief but wastes no time in picking Roberts up and going for an in-ring Asai moonsault. The champion ducks to avoid the move however and Striker hits nothing but canvas.
BS: Tactical error by the challenger. Roberts could turn this to his advantage easily!
Roberts is quick to follow up with a belly-to-belly suplex. Roberts seems to consider going up top for a moment but instead opts to lock Striker in a figure four leglock. With the referee checking on Striker, Roberts grabs the middle rope for some added leverage. Strikes groans in agony but the referee glances back and catches Roberts using the ropes. He immediately forces the break and begins berating Roberts.
GM: Does that ref know who he's dealing with?
BS: Evidentlly not. Roberts has no regard for officials, so he'd better be careful.
Roberts shoves the referee away and goes back after Striker. He drops Striker with a double underhook piledriver and then heads up top. Roberts delivers a breathtaking 450 splash on the challenger.
BS: Beautiful move by the champion!
Roberts goes for the pin. The referee's hand almost hits the mat three times but Striker is just able to roll a shoulder off the canvas in time. Roberts pounds the mat in frustration and then pulls Striker up and whips him to the mat. Roberts goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker is somehow able to reverse his momentum and sends Roberts to the canvas with a huracanrana.
BS: Yet another shift in momentum!
GM: These guys both came to win!
BS: It's no matter about who wins though. It's about who survives at this point!
Striker pulls Roberts up and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. He drives Roberts head into the canvas with the Superstar Slam and then locks on his Final Insult elevated crab. The camera focuses in on Roberts face to show the pain he's in when Roberts starts motioning to the back frantically.
BS: Is he calling for members of the Inner Circle?
GM: That's the best move so far! Haha!
Three men, one from each side of the ring not occupied by the entrance ramp come from the crowd wearing ski masks.
BS: What the hell is going on here!?
The first man comes swiftly from the side, delivering a thrust kick to the side of the head sending Striker into the waiting arms of the man on the other side who sends Striker past him into the ropes, and on the rebound presses him up into a press slam position. As he holds him there, the third man gets in position and drops him into a head first driver coming down out of the move.
BS: Striker is being assaulted by these three masked men!
Just then, four other men, all wearing black and wielding various weapons, rush into the ring and attack the men who have just run in.
GM: Now what!?
All seven men end up fighting into the back. Roberts, who can't believe that his plan has been foiled, turns back to Striker. He pulls Striker into a standing head scissors. Roberts goes for a running Lyger bomb, but Striker slides down Roberts back and cradles him up with a sunset flip. The referee counts one...two...three!
BS: New champion! Amidst all the chaos, Brad Striker has captured the Intercontinental title!
GM: Roberts is NOT going to be a happy camper!
Striker grabs his newly-won title belt and immediately heads for the back, never taking his eyes off of Roberts.
BS: He might not be a happy camper, but he can only blame himself for this cause it's not EWI Intercontinental Champion Striker he'll have to get that back from. But coming up next...wait I'm hearing soemthing.
GM: Oh great now you're flipping with voices.
BS: No wait. Victoria McCave has caught up with the four masked men that came after the first three. Let's cut to McCave in the back.
GM: Oh she's making out with Grant!
[The camera cuts to McCave running up to the four masked men.]
VM: Excuse me, but I need to get a word with you four. Exactly what was your intention going out there during that match?
[The lead man turns his head and looks McCave right in the eyes. Then, slowly, he reaches for his mask and rips it off revealing he is none other than The Darkness.
VM: You? How? Why?
D: McCave, and all who have been witnessed, you all knew this day would come. The day we join unite. The day you all wished wouldn't come. That day is today, and that uniting is of the Army Of Darkness. Judgment Day has arrived, so be prepared. Because the Army Of Darkness is here to stay, and you can't do anything about it!
[At that time, the other masked wrestlers rip off their mask to reveal themselves, showing 'Inferno' Kevin Martinez, Max Punisher, and Packhouse of The Lost Souls. Suddenly, from off to the side, Cole Steele comes running out and crashes into Darkness knocking him down to the ground, but as he does that he is quickly attacked by the rest of the Army of Darkness pulling him off of Darkness and beating him up on the side. As they are doing that Roberts and his three masked friends attack from behind returning the favor from earlier in his match and begins to trade shots with The Army.]
VM: MY GOD SOMEBODY GET SECURITY HERE NOW!!!
[As the fight continues the cameras cut back to Sanders and McFarland at ringside.]
GM: Well it's just a pier six brawl in the back! What has happened to the EWI? Is this what the good people at SSN signed on for?
BS: Oh would you get off it already.
GM: Hey Marcus Gottfriend looked like a understanding fellow.
BS: Coming up next we've got Bret Kross taking on Jonathon Davis.
GM: Well can he back up what he was talking about earlier to Zieba? Can he dig EWI out of the hole that Zieba dug it into? I wanna find out!
BS: Let's head to the ring for the next bout!
Jonathan Davis comes into the ring and locks up with Kross. He quickly attempts to suplex the big man but Kross reverses it. Kross picks Davis up and gets behind him. He hits Davis with a reverse DDT. Davis slowly gets to his feet and Kross levels him with a clotheline. Davis rolls out of the ring to regain himself. Kross follows and throws Davis into the turnbuckle post. Davis stumbles back and Kross catches him with a reverse neckbreaker. Kross rolls Davis back into the ring before the ref can get to the ten count.
BS: Kross is taking apart Jonathan Davis in this match.
GM: Jonathan Davis? Isn't he the singer from Korn?
BS: I don't think this is the same guy...
GM: Feelin' like a freak on a leash...
BS: Shut up.
Kross throws Davis into the ropes. As Davis comes off, Kross catches him with a spinebuster.
GM: Hey, do you like thos A.D.I.D.A.S. pants of Kross's? Get it? Eh?
BS: Somebody shoot me...
Kross picks Davis up and hits a powerslam, quickly picks him up again and runs into the ropes. Kross comes off the ropes and nails takes Davis down with a bulldog.
GM: Gee, Jonathan's gettin' his ass kicked out there. Maybe he should keep to singing.
Kross picks Davis up once again and lifts him into his suplex / powerbomb combiniation.
BS: That's the Brass Bomb ladies and gentlemen! The referee counts the 1-2-3 and this one is OVER!
GM: Better luck next time, Jonny! 'Coz this time... YOU GOT SPANKED!
BS: What are you talking about?
GM: He got spanked. Wanna know why?
BS: I'm afraid to ask...
GM: 'Coz he's been a Naughty Frog!
BS: Geez. Well if you enjoyed that match I just KNOW you'll like this next one.
GM: Oh yeah. The Lost Souls, coming off of a attack on Roberts and company go against three wrestlers that....
BS: You know it's two wrestlers!
GM: Hey it could be four with Cancer, Black, Gemini and Gemini.
BS: I'm not even gonna bother. Let's get to the ring for the next match.
GM: WHAT I DO?
Gemini and cancer head down to the ring with the EMT's. They slide into the ring and get into a nose to nose staredown with the Lost Souls. the referee breaks it up before things get out of hand.
GM: Gemini and Cancer seem a little bitchy tonight.
BS: Language Garret... there are children watching you know.
GM: Good Lord. I hope not. With these freaks? Hardly role models here...
Gemini starts out the match with Max Punisher. They circle each other briefly, then lock up. Gemini rapidly overpowers Max Punisher, then hip tosses him across the ring. Max recovers and backs away from Gemini, who waits for him with a disgusted look on his face. Max backs into his corner and Packhouse whispers advice into his ear.
BS: Both teams cautious here. Nobody wants to make that first mistake.
GM: For all their talk, the Deadly Trio haven't done much yet.
BS: Deadly Trio?
GM: Gemini, Cancer and Gemini.
BS: I'm nostalgic for Mike already.
GM: Oddly... so am I.
Gemini and Max Punisher lock up again. Max Punisher quickly locks up Gemini into a armlock, then forces him down to his knee. Gemini grimaces, powers out of the hold, grabs Max Punisher in a one handed choke and fires Max into the corner. Gemini follows up with a clothesline, but Max slips out of the way and Gemini bounces off of the turnbuckle. Max takes rapid advantage by rolling up Gemini in a school boy. Cancer scrambles to get into the ring, Packhouse lunges to cut him off, but both freeze when Gemini kicks out forcefully at the one count.
GM: Damn... both teams came to play today.
BS: Everyone's on their toes tonight.
Max Punisher locks up Gemini in a headlock, starts to wind it up, but Gemini casually gets back to his feet and turns it into a backdrop. Max writhes on the mat as Gemini casually gets to his feet and stomps on Max. After a few punishing strikes, Gemini drags up Max Punisher and whips him to the ropes. Gemini attempts a vicious clothesline, Max ducks it though, then bounces off the ropes and lands a heavy elbow to Gemini's face. Max then gives Gemini a taste of his boots as starts to stomp Gemini into the canvass.
BS: Nice reversal by Punisher.
GM: I hope Gemini finds this therapeutic. He could use it.
Max lays several heavy boots into Gemini's head, then drags him up to his feet. He shifts him around, then swings him up into a Falcon Arrow and hangs him there for 1...2...3... long seconds.
BS: Punisher showing some muscle here...
GM: I don't think that he wants to get cocky.
Punisher abruptly hammers Gemini directly into the mat. He pops back to his feet and crows in triumph. Unfortunately, Gemini pops back to his feet as well behind Punisher. Punisher turns to hand out more punishment, and is shocked to see Gemini not only standing, but smiling at him with his lunatic smile. Punisher desperately throws a punch at Gemini, but Gemini blocks it. Then he starts to land punches of his own. Lacing into Punisher repeatedly.
GM: I told you he didn't want to get cocky.
BS: Yes, Yes Garrett... you're a genius.
GM: Hey, you're catching on!
Gemini whips Punisher into the ropes, and catches Punisher in a cranial claw off the ropes. Punisher howls in agony and flails around, as he drops to his knee, Punisher smashes a forearm up into Gemini's groin. Gemini releases the hold and wobbles away from Punisher, clutching at his privates. Gemini's face is a mask of embarrassed rage. Punisher crawls over to his corner and tags in Packhouse, who flies over the ropes and shoulderblocks Gemini flat.
BS: Woah! Packhouse of Fire!
GM: Oh... my... god. Powers... why have you forsaken us?
Packhouse drags Gemini off the canvass, then scoop slams him. He drops a heavy elbow into Gemini's throat. Followed by a another elbow, and another. After the third elbow, Packhouse grabs Gemini, lifts him up and delivers a textbook powerslam. The ref drops into position and counts 1..2.. then Gemini kicks out.
GM: Not a chance.
BS: (Surprised) Are you a Gemini fan now Garret?
GM: (Snorting) Hardly. I just know that it takes more than that to take that psycho out.
BS: Hard to argue with that...
Packhouse kicks Gemini in the ribs twice, then grabs Gemini by the legs. He delivers a vicious stomp to Gemini's privates.
GM: Did he just? He did! I saw it!
BS: I saw it too... Packhouse isn't messing around with little civilities like the rules.
GM: Not that you moron... Cancer winced!
BS: Ok... I'm not buying *THAT*.
After stomping Gemini in the... jewels. Packhouse plays to the crowd a little while Gemini writhes on the mat. He flexes his large muscles, then spins and slaps Cancer across the face. Cancer reels back, but instead of charging Packhouse, he merely rubs the side of his face and smiles. Packhouse was obviously waiting for the enraged charge, and stops confused. In desperation, he looks at the ref. The ref looks back and shrugs his shoulders.
GM: For crying out loud... is this the EWI or the Three Stooges?
BS: Oldest trick in the book... and it doesn't look like it's going to work tonight.
After wasting a few seconds more waiting for the passive Cancer's enraged charge, Packhouse grabs Gemini and whips him to the ropes. He attempts to land a big boot, but Gemini blocks the attempt, and reverses it into a dragon screw. Packhouse goes flying across the ring and lands heavily on his back. Gemini regains his feet, spits on Packhouse, then casually tags in Cancer. Cancer practically goes airborne as he sails over the ropes. As Packhouse regains his feet, Cancer lands a Roaring Elbow right in his face, Packhouse drops like a stone, then Cancer yanks him back up by the hair. He locks on an armbar, twists it around between Packhouse's legs, then delivers a pumphandle slam. Packhouse slams into the mat with a heavy thud. Cancer smiles, then lazily leans over and begins to slap him in the face.
GM: (Exasperated) Will these guys quit (BEEEP)ing around?
BS: I agree Garrett... this is not what Gemini or Cancer want to be doing right now.
Cancer continues to humiliate Packhouse until he regains his wits. He struggles back to his feet and fights off Cancer. Then the two lock up and exchange a staggering array of moves. Packhouse attempts a clothesline, Cancer ducks, grabs the elbow and attempts a reverse pin. Packhouse kicks out at the one. He grabs Cancer by the throat and delivers a chokeslam, smacking Cancer into the canvass. Cancer surprisingly pops back onto his feet with a wiccup, kicks Packhouse in the stomach, then hip tosses him across the ring. Packhouse rolls with it, bounces back up and off the rope then spears Cancer. Cancer somehow reverses it into a mahistrol cradle. A surprised Packhouse kicks out at the two, both wrestlers bounce back on their feet and circle each other.
GM: Wow!
BS: Well said. Thank God for the color man.
GM: Your mom said the same thing last night.
Cancer locks up with Packhouse again. Packhouse knees Cancer in the stomach twice, then tries to powerbomb Cancer. Cancer shifts his weight on the upswing of the move and repeatedly pummels Packhouse in the head until the big man topples. Cancer rides him down to the mat and continues to pummel the big man in the head until the referee drags him off. He gets up, grabs Packhouse, whips him into the ropes and attempts a backbody drop. Packhouse recovers his wits, and in an unorthodox move, runs OVER Cancer in a desperate attempt to tag in his partner. A quick handslap later, Max storms the ring. He repeatedly whips Cancer into the ropes, delivering a lariat clothesline, followed by a missile dropkick and a flying knee. Max goes to the ropes one two many times though, and as he whips Cancer into the ropes to deliver another flying move, Gemini pulls the ropes down as Max goes to bounce off. Predictably, Max goes flying over.
GM: That's more like it.
BS: What are you talking about?
GM: It's Gemini and Cancer. A display of scientific wrestling is not what I was expecting.
Max regains his feet in a drunken stupor and Gemini goes to work. Gemini sprints across the ring apron and spears Max. He grabs the stunned smaller man and locks him up. He spins him up and into a powerbomb over the announcers table....
GM: Oh (BEEEEP)
BS: *MOVE!*
... then smashes him down and through the table amidst the scattering announcers.
GM: Whoa! I'm not getting paid for this crap!
BS: Are we on? Are we still on? Barry! Do you hear me in the booth?
Packhouse storms the ring and tries to get to his teammate to help him. A wobbly Cancer takes him down facefirst with a scissors sweep. Packhouse's head bounces off the mat. Meanwhile Gemini grabs a handy cord and begins to strangle the bleeding, unconscious Max Punisher. Cancer tries to lock up Packhouse in a figure four, but Packhouse wisely draws his legs up and kicks Cancer in the head with both. Cancer drops, and Packhouse goes for the pin... which is a moot point as not only Max Punisher is the legal man, but the referee is trying to pry Gemini off of Max Punisher. Frustrated, he stands up, kicks black twice, then reaches over the ropes and grabs the referee by the hair.
GM: This is ridiculous.
BS: I'll say... I had to beg for those monitors. Are we on yet Barry?
Packhouse grabs the flailing referee by the hair and drags him halfway up the ring. He abruptly stops and drops the ref when Cancer lowblows him from behind. Packhouse yelps and staggers around bent half over. Cancer delivers a precise pedigree, then gets up and checks on his partner. Gemini stands amidst the carnage of the announcers table, one foot placed directly on the spine of Max Punisher. Max is slowly turning blue from the cable Gemini is strangling him with. Cancer whistles to get Gemini's attention. Gemini looks up and smiles. Cancer gestures to Max Punisher, and Gemini grins and drags him from the wreckage. Cancer casually drags up the semiconscious Packhouse, then Powerbombs him out of the ring amidst the scattering EMT's.
BS: Good Lord!
GM: Bravo! It's about time these idiots stopped screwing around.
Gemini casually presses the battered Max Punisher into the ring, where he lands with a wet bloody thud. The referee scrambles out of his way, then ducks again to avoid Cancer as he sails overhead in a wicked 450 spin. He lands directly on Max Punisher with a wet thump, covers Max for the pin, then yanks up Max's head at the two.
BS: What's he doing?
GM: For the love of god! Finish this!
Cancer casually tags in the fresh Gemini, and it's moot from this point on. Gemini seizes Max's ankle, bends his leg back in a half crab, then locks in Torquemada. Max taps out seconds later.
GM: Well, I guess these two weren't kidding about the whole EMT thing.
BS: Actually, it's fortunate those two brought the ambulance and those EMT's we've got two in the ring working on Max Punisher, And there's another three on the floor moving Packhouse on the stretcher.
GM: Shoulda got a bigger stretcher apparently...
BS: And speaking of which we've got another match coming up in the form of the Undisputed EWI Tag Team match up.
GM: Oh yeah ALL THE BELTS are on the line tonight! The MCM's bring one and The Night Cripplers bring two while those waste of skin TI bring NADDA!
BS: Well you know they could walk away with all three tonight.
GM: And Utopia is a virgin too.
BS: HEY NOW!
GM: If she wore white to a wedding she would be a liar.
BS: Let's just go to the match.