BS: Well folks, here comes Twin Phoenix and these girls are goin' at it right off the bat!
Wang and Li attack Fairhurst and Miso from behind. In the corner, Wang hammers Fairhust. Fairhust overpowers the smaller woman and starts nailing punches and a snap suplex. Fairhurst works on the arm of Trynyty Wang. Wang is in obvious pain, but soon reverses the move. Fairhust uses her power to take Wang back down back down. Clothesline into the corner.
BS: Fairhurst is definitely dominating here!
Li tries to come in, but gets a forearm smash in the face for her trouble from Fairhurst. Fairhurst continues to work on Wangs arm. Li again tries to interfere with little success. Miso tags in and goes to work on Wang. Wang is sent into the ropes, but makes a blind tag to Li. Li charges Miso but Miso easily nails a Samoan drop. Wang tries to trip Miso on the apron, allowing Li to take advantage. Li hits Miso with a devastating spinning heel kick.
BS: Twin Phoenix is still in the game!
GM: And what a FUN game it is!
Wang tags in and stomps away on Miso, but not for long. Miso comes back with a spear, followed by an asai moonsault. Miso pulls Wang up and whips her into the ropes. Wang ducks a clothesline attempt and comes back with a clothesline of her own. Eventually both women go down with a double clothesline. Both women try to get to their corners but only Wang makes it, tagging Li back in. Wang and Fairhurst both try to come in to intervene for their partners but the ref orders them back to their corners. Li argues with the ref, allowing Miso to deliver a cross body block from behind. Li quickly hops to her feet and ducks a punch from Miso and spins her around. Tonado DDT from Li! Miso tries to crawl to the corner, but Li pulls her away by the leg. Li sets Miso up for a figure four leg lock, but Miso miraculously uses her free leg to kick Li in the face, sending her sprawling backwards into the ropes. Miso jumps up and makes a hot tag to Fairhurst, who comes in ready to clean house.
GM: Whoo! What a woman! These girls can pin me anytime IF ya know what I mean!
BS: I do... but I wish I didn't.
Fairhust nearly decapitates Li with a clothesline and, as Li hops to her feet, Fairhurst takes her down with a swinging DDT. Fairhurst pulls Li up and whips her into the ropes. Li pushes herself off of the ropes with her feet to take Fairhurst down with a moonsault, but Fairhurst catches her in mid-air and slams her to the mat. Fairhurst covers. One. Two. Wang breaks it up. Wang then continues to stomp on Fairhurst until Miso jumps in to make the save. Miso with a beautiful dropkick on Wang, sending her tumbling out of the ring. Miso follows her to the outside while, in the ring, Fairhurst and Li both get to their feet. The two women exchange blows, until Li blocks a shot from Rosanne and follows up with a kick to the gut and a whip into the ropes. Monkey flip by Li. Li stomps on Fairhurst and then ascends the turnbuckle. 450 splash by Li! Li covers! One! Two! Thr-- Fairhurst gets a foot on the ropes!
BS: Close call for the Dark Carnival members there!
On the outside of the ring, Miso tosses Wang into the steel steps. She then delivers a baseball slide, sandwiching Wang's head into the steps. Miso pulls Wang up and tosses her into the ringside barrier. Wang falls forward on her face as Miso climbs up the apron and up the turnbuckle...
GM: Oh dear lord, what is that lil' girl thinking?
BS: Shooting star press by Miso! And Wang is down for the count but so is Miso! Neither of these girls are moving!
Back in the ring, Fairhust and Li have both got to their feet. They lock up and Li gets the advantage and performs an arm-breaker on Fairhurst. Fairhurst holds her shoulder in pain and turns her head in time to be hit with a superkick from Li. Fairhurst stumbles back and Li uses her momentum to whip Faihurst hard into the ropes. Wang, on the outside, is to her feet and trips Fairhurst, sending her falling flat on her face. Li takes the advantage.
BS: Elbow drop by Yeh Shen Li! She rolls Fairhurst over and covers! But Miso stumbles in to break up the count!
Li jumps to her feet and gets in the face of Miso. Li pushes Miso back and pulls back a fist to strike, but soon finds herself rolled up in a schoolboy from Fairhurst. The ref counts! One! Two! Trynyty Wang breaks the count!
GM: Stupid girls! Just let someone win!
BS: Not enjoying this... catfight, Gary?
GM: Eh, I could see more than this with seven dollars and a fistful of ones down at--
BS: No need to give details on your personal life, Gary.
Fairhust, angry, grabs Wang by the hair and pulls her face close to her own. Fairhurst drives a knee up into the gut of Wang and slams her to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep. Fairhurst stomps on Wang then turns to Li, who is attacking Miso, and hits her with a viscious clothesline to the back of the head, sending Li into the waiting arms of Miso. Miso takes the opportunity to take Li down with a swinging neckbreaker. The ref begins ordering Wang and Miso to go to their respectful corners and doesn't see Fairhurst covering Li. Fairhurst gets frustrated and tries to get the refs attention. She stands up and taps the ref on the shoulder. Fairhurst begins to get hostile with the ref, giving Li the opportunity to get to her corner and tag in Wang. Wang comes in and delivers a dropkick to the back of Fairhurst's head, but the ref stops her from doing any more damage and tells her to go back to her corner.
BS: The ref didn't see the tag!
Wang argues with the ref, but eventually complies and Li wearily comes back in to face Fairhurst, but Fairhurst is crawling her way to Miso. Miso tags in fresh and charges at the exhausted Li. She attempts a clothesline, but Li ducks it and attempts a clothesline of her own, which Miso ducks and takes Li down with a snapmare. Miso covers, but Li kicks out after two. Miso whips Li into the corner and follows it up with a splash attempt, but Li hops over the rope onto the apron and grabs Miso's head, jumps down to the ground, and slams Miso's neck into the thick top rope. Li then slides in and tags her partner, Trynyty Wang in. Wang jumps in and stomps away on Miso. She pulls Miso up and slams her head into the turnbuckle. She then whips her into the opposing corner. Miso stumbles out and is greeted with a bulldog from Wang. Wang covers, but Miso kicks out at the last moment.
GM: Is this match EVER going to end!?
Wang pulls Miso up and takes her down with a standing headscissors. Wang allows Miso to get to her feet before stunning her with a spinning heel kick. Wang sends Miso into the corner and runs towards her with a spear attempt, but Miso slides out of the way, causing Wang's shoulder to crash into the steel of the turnbuckle. She holds her shoulder in pain and stumbles backwards bumping into the ref and knocking him down. Fairhurst takes the opportunity to motion to Miso for their finisher, "Lady Luck." Fairhurst lifts Wang up as Miso climbs the corner. Spin kick by Miso to the suspended Wang and Fairhurst quickly rolls out of the ring as the ref turns to count as Miso covers. One! Two! Three!
BS: Fairhurst and Miso have done it! They have avenged their losses and have proven themselves in the ring once again against the fantastic duo of Twin Phoenix.
GM: But no shirts came of so who really cares?
BS: Folks .. I'm being told that Simply Stunning are in the building tonight! Let's cut to the back and see what's going on back there.
(Simply Stunning stand outside Marcus Gottfreid’s door in the arena, they don’t look happy, Hardy knocks on his door as Wilcox follows him in, holding a piece of paper in his hand. Inside Gottfreid in on the phone, he looks up and sees he’s confronted by the two time EWI tag team champions and a bizarre smirk appears on his face.)
MG: Boys…..what can I do for you?
MH: Cut the act Gottfreid.
SW: Yeah, what the hell are you playing at?
MG: I’m sorry guys…..what are we talking about here?
SW: You know damn well what I’m talking about….THIS!
(Wilcox slams the piece of paper down on the table ands allows Gottfreid to read it.)
MG: Oh……this….well……it seems to me like a………contract termination paper.
MH: We know WHAT it is Gottfreid….we want to know WHY you pinned it to our locker room.
MG: I think its all self explanatory don’t you?!?!
SW: What the hell………we’re the two time EWI tag champs…..how and why can you fire us?!?!
MG: You want me to be brutally honest?
MH: Yeah.
MG: Okay……well……lately……you’ve been sucking worse than a three dollar whore!
SW: What?
MG: You heard……..you’ve lost more times lately than Al Gore has……and like the courts have done to Al, I’ve done it to you…….I’m doing you a favour…….I’m letting you leave while you still have some dignity intact.
MH: This is crazy……so we’ve lost a few matches……we’ll start winning again…..and we’ll win the tag titles again given a chance.
MG: Maybe……but not in this federation you won’t.
SW: I can’t believe my ears….this can’t be the only reason.
MG: Well…..between you and me…..I’m not the biggest fan of you either!
MH: You what?
MG: Let’s be honest boys……gold outfits? That is SO 1980……and the catchphrase……don’t get me started on it. Now that we’ve had this heart to heart……GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE AND THE HELL OUT OF MY FEDERATION!
SW: You can’t do this Gottfreid.
MG: Oh but I can….and I have……You have five minutes to collect your belongings and leave the building….if you’re not out by then…..you’ll be spending New Year in the local police cells!
(Simply Stunning back out the office, half enraged and half in shock, Gottfreid closes the door behind them, a beaming smile on his face.)
BS: Simply Stunning ... FIRED! I can't believe it!
GM: Believe it big man cause Simply Stunning isn't pulling their weight around here anymore!
BS: Wait ... I'm now being told ... Kin Hiroshi has just shown up to the arena! Let's get a camer back to him ...
Kin Hiroshi makes his entrance to the arena, and heads straight for the ring. He dumps his bag backstage, and grabs his SSN TV Championship belt. Slinging it over one shoulder, he makes his way out to the entrance ramp. Kin walks out to a barrage of booing, and once in the ring, he calls for a mic.
KIN HIRO: You all boo me? You boo me? All of you should be cheering me for defeating Evan Aho, a former EWI Extreme World Champion, for a second time! I manhandled that push-over, and now, it looks like I'm going to get my chance to prove to you all, that I am, and will be the greatest TV Champ that EWI, or SSN, has ever seen!
The crowd continues their boos and taunts, and Kin continues.
KIN HIROSHI: See, tonight I get to go up against none other that "The Southern Fox" Zero. Zero, anytime you feel like saying something, I suggest you don't. Just bring it to the ring. I'm sure you have plenty of excuses as to why you will lose our match tonight, I suggest you keep them to yourself. Just bring it to the ring. Are you nervous? Not me, just bring it to the ring. Cause, Goose Egg, open your eyes! You are facing the Japanese Thunder. It's time you understood. Do you have any idea what it means to be a phenomenon? Cause I don't think you do. So you best prepare for a little education son, I'll teach you to be great. But don't think you can't back down, you can. After all, you are entitled to nothing, and as soon as you step into my ring, you will NEVER have the impunity you seek.
The crowd has hushed to listen to Kin as he struts around the ring, talking in almost a babble, trying to psych himself up for his matchup.
KIN HIROSHI: Zero, repeat after me...My actions have repurcussions. My actions have repurcussions, my actions have repurcussions. Your about to tangle with the fastest rising superstar in the world. You will lose. Hey, I have an idea. How about you actually fight, without whining like a bitch that you lose? Zero, remember who I am, and remember that I bested you, cause I guarantee that we will have to cross paths again, and when we do, I want that lose fresh in your head.
Kin begins to drop the mic to the mat, and head backstage, but he quickly picks it up, and adds to his promo.
KIN HIROSHI: Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, that the latest shipment of Hiroshi-Berry Muffins is in, and Eddy L., I have the crate you ordered back at my place. Let me know what you want done with it!
Kin smiles, and waves to the fans, who are now booing as loud as Kin has ever heard them. He calmly makes his way up the ramp, and backstage. He is a safe man, for now.
BS: Kin seems like a confident man Gary.
GM: As well he should be Brett. He went through HELL to get that title and you know it.
BS: So are the versions of your story ... utter lies.
GM: You Son-of-a-
BS: Wait a second ... I'm being told there is a problem in the back ... let's get a camera back there right now!
(The camera opens up backstage, Gemini, sweaty and bloody, is drinking a can coke while he chats with a pair of wrestlers, Evan Aho and The Darkness in particular. Evan pulls quietly on a bottle of water as The Darkness and Gemini chat.)
Darkness: So who is it? Tabu or Ash?
Gemini: It's Ash. (Smirking.) Oh we can't wait for that one.
Aho: Ash can be tough. He has his weaknesses though.
Gemini: You'd know. Isn't he your perpetual dance partner?
Aho: (Shrugging) Sometimes it does seem that way.
(The side door slams open, Marcus Gottfried storms into the room, he's accompanied by Cole Steele, Kin Hiroshi and Tribal Instinct. He storms up to Gemini and flips a pile of papers into his face. Gemini blinks, then takes another pull off of his Coke, before he speaks.)
Gemini: Yes Marcus? Can we help you?
Gottfried: Five Million.
Gemini: (Slow pause.) Forty Eight.
Gottfried: Ha-Ha. Five million dollars. The remaining two years on your contract, every bonus, doubled. Take it and get out of my fed.
Gemini: Let us ponder that. (Sips the coke.) No.
Gottfried: (Grinding teeth.) I strongly urge you to reconsider.
Gemini: ok.... (Pauses, looks around.) We have reconsidered. No.
(The darkness loses his composure briefly and starts to snicker. Gottfried glares at him.)
Gottfried: Gemini... I have tried to reason with you, begged with you and threatened you, but you still won't budge. Well, I'm telling you how it is. You're DONE. You have no place in my fed, now take the money and go or take the ambulance and go. (Gestures to the wrestlers behind him.) Your choice.
Steele: Oh please pick the ambulance freak. I'm dying to finish you off.
(Cole cracks his knuckles and looks threatening. Aho sighs, takes another pull off of his water bottle and throws it over his shoulder. Trypp takes a step forward and speaks to the Darkness.)
Trypp: Maybe you should take a walk jobber.
Darkness: (Sarcastic.) Wow. Are you tough. Look at me shake in my boots. Are you always this impressive, or just when you got backup? (Slides his crowbar out of his sleeve.) Why don't you screw off dickhead... cause I'm not running from any SSN lackey.
Gemini: Calm, down boys... We're sure that Marcus and ourselves can come to some sort of agreement here.
Gottfried: Excellent. Sign the papers.
Gemini: We're not signing any papers.
Gottfried: What? But you just said...
Gemini: We said we'd come to an agreement with you. We never said anything about signing any papers.
Gottfried: (Sigh.) Fine. Give me your proposal and I'll think about it. Briefly. Then my boys will load your freak carcass into the ambulance.
Steele: Why listen? Let's just get this done.
(A door slams opem behind the crew, Rob Sampson walks calmly into the room. Everyone in the room stops dead and stares at him.)
Sampson: Gottfried, if I were you, I'd shut up and listen to two face there.
Gottfried: Are you threatening me Sampson?
Sampson: I'm promising. Listen to what Gemini has to say or I'll drive your head right through the floor.
(Gottfried turns a very pale white, then turns back to Gemini.)
Gottfried: Ok... I guess I'm listening.
Gemini: It's a simple propostition, if we win the title from Eddy Love, you give control of the company back to Zieba.
Gottfried: Why in the HELL would I agree to that?
Gemini: Because if I lose to Eddy Love... we'll sign the release and leave your ... Fed. Such as it is.
(Marcus Gottfried opens and closes his mouth several times. Then glares at Gemini.)
Gottfried: Ok... so IF... you get past Ash. And IF you beat Eddy Love...
Steele: Fat chance.
Gottfried: I rescind control of the federation back to Zieba.
Gemini: Right.
Gottfried: But if you lose to Eddy Love... you'll quit the federation.
Gemini: Right again.
Gottfried: So what happens if you lose to Ash.
Gemini: We go on a seven state killing spree... stopping at your house naturally.
(Aho rolls his eyes, Darkness glances at Gemini and slightly edges away from him.)
Gottfried: (Glaring at Gemini.) Fine. Deal. Just as soon as Eddy Love schools you in that ring, I'm rid of you. Actually, I can't think of a more fitting way for you to get punted out of this federation, on the toe of Eddy Love's boot. Y'know Gemini, I was right about you Gemini... you are dumber than you look.
Steele: And you look pretty dumb freakboy... I can tell you that.
Gemini: Whatever Steele... maybe you should just run along and join the rest of the SSN lackeys.
Steele: That's it...you're dead freak.
(Gottfried snaps out an arm and stops Cole from advancing on a very bored looking Gemini.)
Gottfried: Enough... we're leaving. This couldn't have worked out better... I get to see you (Points at Sampson) get schooled by Eddy tonight, and I get to see Eddy kick your (Points at Gemini) ass right out of this federation next week.
(the SSN crew turns and departs out a side door.... Cole Steele pauses to smirk at Sampson and Gemini. Sampson watches them go then speaks to Gemini.)
Sampson: Ballsy deal two face... I hope you can back it up.
Gemini: We'll see...
(The camera fades back to Brett Sanders and Gerald McFarland at the comentating table.)
GM: Did I hear that right? Gemini has put his job on the line? Is that what I heard?
BS: That's not all you heard! If Gemini can beat Ash and then beat Eddy Love, or whomever the Extreme World Champion is at Black Ice, then Erik Zieba will be reinstated and have full control of the EWI!
GM: And Gottfried agreed to it? Mr. Gottfried reconsider! You can't trust a two face!
BS: He's already made the deal. I'm being told that the camera is still with Gemini as he makes his way back to his dressing room ...
(The camera opens to inside Gemini's locker room, he sits in a chair preparing for the Genesis. Suddenly the door opens, you can't see the door orwhoever walked in, but you can hear the door open and gemini looks up. Gemini's face is that of confusion, then of anger. He starts to stand.)
G: What the hell are YOU doing here?
(Suddenly the lights turn off and there are sounds of a struggle. a large struggle. Sounds of metal coliding with bone, wood shattering against a body. From the sound of it it sounds like more then 2 people are fighting You hear chokes for breath, then a loud slam. Suddenly it is all but silent, you hear a slight struggle followed by loud deafening screams of pain and torment. Then one last final crash then nothing. Then you hear a familiar voice, vaugely familiar possibly in the back of your mind.)
???: déme respéteme!
(The lights turn back on and you hear laughter as the door shuts. Gemini lay face first unconcious surrounded by debris on the ground. The locker room is in shambles, huge dents in the locker and chairs, wooden bat split in two lays next to Gemini's head. The worst thing of all though is the spraypaint markings on Gemini's back because written on his back in large letters is "We're Back")
BS: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Who just attacked Gemini???
GM: I don't know, but whoever they were they just manhandled the big man. Maybe they weren't Theater fans.
BS: Even Gottfried can't allow that. He's got to look into it!
GM: Maybe he might considering the good mood he should be in after dropping Simply Stunning, former two time EWI Tag Team Champions, from the roster.
BS: And you said this place would get better after Zieba left? I think it's gotten worse! Folks we're about to head into our next match and it's for the SSN / EWI Television Title. How about it Gary?
GM: Zero has worked his way up the ranks and he has proven himself to be a number one contender especially after that match he had with his mentor Inferno. Still, on the other side, you have the man who dared to destroy Evan Aho and that's current champion Kin Hiroshi. SSN grown and built Japan tough!
(The picture cuts back to Zero’s dressing room, where ‘The Southern Fox’, Zero is still waiting for his scheduled match with Kin Hiroshi. Zero is sitting on one of the benches in the center of the room, wearing only his torn blue jeans and sneakers. He is carefully holding a rectangular cardboard box, marked with a stylized EWI Home Shopping logo. He slowly, almost gently opens the lid, smiling at what he sees inside.)
(‘The Southern Fox’ softly sets the box to the side, off-screen, and stands up, taking out whatever it contains off-screen as well. As he crosses to the mirror, it becomes evident that the object is a black t-shirt. As Zero carefully pulls it on, it becomes obvious why he treated it with such respect and awe. Emblazoned in shaded red and orange letters is the name ‘Inferno’. Zero looks into the mirror, his earlier look of despair replaced with one of calm.)
Zero: This one’s for you, man.
(Zero walks off-screen as the shot returns to the announcers.)
BS: He was just out here earlier and he's willing to prove that he's the dominate force in that division, but Zero is ready to prove him wrong! Well, let's not wait any longer let's get to the ring for our next match!
"Everlasting gaze" by The Smashing Pumpkins cues up, and the crowd goes insane. After around 30 seconds of waiting, 'The Southern Fox' steps out from behind the curtain, throwing his arms up into the air, basking in the cheers of the crowd. He quickly makes his way down the ramp, pausing every once in a while to throw his arms up and yell to the crowd, getting them more and more hyped by the minute. He reaches the ring, and the music fades.
BS: This should be an incredible match. Just listen to the crowd's reaction to Zero!
GM: Bah. They wouldn't know a good wrestler if it bit them on the…
BS: ANYWAY. We're awaiting 'Japanese Thunder' Kin Hiroshi, now.
The cheers of the crowd remain, however…until "Five finger Crawl" by Danzig cues up. The arena echoes with boos and screams, Zero flashing a 'Thumbs down' sign to the crowd, getting a small pop.
GM: I repeat, they wouldn't know a good wrestler if it bit them on the…
BS: Zero's still selling to the crowd every chance he gets!
GM: Would you stop doing that? It's annoying!
Kin Hiroshi steps from behind the curtain, followed closely by Saul E Dastardly. The crowd continues to boo as the duo makes their way to the ring. Kin slides under the top rope, into the ring, while Saul E takes his place outside the ring.
GM: Oh ho! He brought backup! What a smart man, Hiroshi.
BS: Backup? And the Team-SSN members backstage aren't good enough backup?
GM: It takes 3 seconds to win a match, at least 10 to run down a ramp. What do you think?
Zero and Hiroshi lock up, each struggling to gain the upper hand, then break and lock up a second time. This time Hiroshi gets Zero into a punch headlock, driving Zero into the mat. Zero struggles to get to his feet, but Kin grabs the North Carolinian's ankle, lifting up. Zero's face is driven hard into the mat, Hiroshi's arm still wrapped around his neck.
BS: This must be the Technical wrestling Zero was referring to earlier tonight.
GM: Yeap. I think that's a 1/4 ass-clutch suplex.
Eventually, 'Japanese Thunder' lets go, dropping Zero's ankle and standing up. He taunts Zero, the crowd booing more than ever, until 'The Southern Fox' gets to his feet. Kin charges at Zero as his back is turned, going for a bulldog, but Zero ducks out just in time. Kin lands hard on the mat, and rolls across the ring, clutching his rear end.
BS: And nobody's home!
GM: Ouch!
Zero hobbles over to Kin, shaking out his ankle in the process, and yanks him up by his hair. Before Hiroshi can react, Zero hiptosses him halfway across the ring. Zero takes a few steps towards 'Japanese thunder', then falls forward flat on his face, clutching the back of his head.
BS: Good god! Saul E Dastardly just threw his cell phone at Zero! Disqualification! Disqualification!
GM: Wow. GREAT aim!
BS: That may be, but cheating it was!
By now, Hiroshi has recovered from the hip toss and climbs the turn buckle. He leaps, catching Zero in a tornado DDT as he struggles to his feet. Dastardly cheers, then crawls into the ring to recover his cell phone. The ref immediately moves over to him, yelling for him to get out of the ring. Meanwhile, behind the ref's back, Hiroshi grabs a chair from outside the ring. While Saul E continues to try and recover his cell phone, Hiroshi raises the chair high into he air, getting ready to drive it into he gut of Zero. Suddenly, he stops, dropping the chair as he falls backward, clutching his 'lower regions'. Zero (who stood up to add force to his low blow) reaches down, picks up the chair, and brings it down into Hiroshi several times, then tosses it out of the ring.
GM: Cheating! Disqualification! Kin wins!
BS: The ref didn't see it, however!
GM: That's irrelevant. -I- did.
Dastardly gives up on his phone, and begins pointing at Zero, screaming about cheating. Zero turns to the ref and shrugs, Hiroshi taking advantage of the moment to grab Zero's legs and roll him into a school boy.
GM: I think Kin has it!
Zero breaks it before the ref gets to 1, and rolls to his feet. Hiroshi does the same. Both men lock up again, this time Zero taking the upper hand. Zero grabs Kin's head, and drop kicks 'Japanese thunder' in the gut. Zero quickly yanks Kin back up to his feet, delivering a devastating backbreaker. And AGAIN, Zero lifts Kin to his feet, except this time Hiroshi throws a wild punch. Zero catches the fist and twists the arm, Hiroshi howling in pain. Before his opponent recovers, 'The Southern Fox' snaps Hiroshi up and delivers a powerbomb.
BS: Not even a one count on that schoolboy, and oh! A devastating powerbomb by Zero.
Zero stands, raising one arm into the air, screaming to the crowd as sweat drips from his neck-length hair. The crowd cheers louder than ever before, the ropes shaking from the volume. Zero charges to the ropes, performing a fast-as-lightening Fox Drop (springboard moonsault) on to Hiroshi. He quickly follows up with a pin, the ref dropping to the mat to count. The ref is halfway to 3 when Saul E Dastardly dives into the ring, on to the ref, to stop the count. He immediately grabs his cell phone and rolls out of the ring, before the ref has time to look up to see what hit him.
GM: Woohoo! Good work, Dastardly!
BS: (imitating Garrett) Cheating! Disqualification! Zero Wins!
GM: Stop whining, Bret, I didn't see anything.
BS: You're such a hypocrite
Zero holds the pin for a bit longer, then gives up, glaring at Saul. Dastardly throws his cell phone a second time. This time, Zero's ready. He leaps into the air and catches the phone with one hand, hurling it right back at Saul, cracking him right between the eyes. Saul goes down, unconscious.
BS: Dastardly isn't the only one with great aim, and a great throwing arm.
GM: …I think Saul's dead.
Zero turns back to Kin and walks right into a tornado DDT, but recovers quickly.
GM: Kin's got his second wind!
Kin is ready with a swift kick, but Zero catches it, throwing it (and thus spinning Hiroshi) to the side. Zero grabs Hiroshi, and performs a crisp reverse neckbreaker.
BS: Too little too late, it seems.
Again, 'The Southern Fox' throws his arms in the air, screaming along with the booming crowd. He takes a step over to Hiroshi and locks in a figure four leg lock, dropping to the mat. He rolls over, 'Japanese Thunder' still locked in, and slowly reaches in for a reverse chin lock. He gets it, and pulls tight. It takes mere seconds for Hiroshi to tap out, screaming in agony.
BS: I heard Zero telling some of the guys backstage that this is the new version of 'Zero Tolerance'. More effective, definitely.
GM: That's an illegal move if I ever saw one, Bret.
The announcer declares Zero the winner, and NEW TV title champion, but Zero keeps his hold for at least a minute longer, several SSN crewmen prying him from Hiroshi. Kin lies in the middle of the ring, motionless, as Zero strides back up the ramp.
BS: NEW TV-CHAMP! NEW TV-CHAMP! ZERO GETS IT!
GM: Where the HELL are the EMTs? I think Hiroshi may have stopped breathing…
(The camera fades in from black on a white 2001 Lincoln Continental Town and Country car pulling into the garage of the Chicago United Center. Victoria McCave, who was awaiting down for anybody coming through approaches the car. The car door opens up and emerges Hellfighter from the seat. He grabs his duffle bag from the trunk of the car. McCave approaches him for an interview. )
VM: "Michael, I'm glad I caught you. later on tonight, you and WAZUP will team up to take on all of the members of the St. Louis Calab-O in a handicap/gauntlet match for a shot at the EWI/SSN world title two weeks from now on Shockwave. Now earlier last week on Heatwave, after twice coming to WAZUP's aide, for reasons nobody knows why, you both suffered a brutal SCL beatdown. DO you think that you both are ready to take on all of the members of the Calab-O?"
HF: "First off Vicky, I told Bass when the little war between us got underway when we were fighting for at the time was my world title on Shockwave from De Moine, Iowa. I told Bass that even if I won or loss the world title against him, I said that this war would be far from over. Well, it goes to prove that I hate it when I am right. Since then we have faught each other every step of the way. From Meltdown to Heatwave last week, we have found each other. You ask am I safe and cleared to wrestle the entire Calab-O tonight? To be honest, not really. I am not totally at 100%, but has that ever stopped me before? Nope, and why would that stop me now? Because it won't. I am not just looking to win this match as much, I am looking to win this war, or at least end it. Bass over the passed few weeks has obsessed about not only ending me, but killing me. He thinks that I have screwed him over. well now he has a chance to not only kill me, but also win a chance to fight the world champion...whoever it may be after tonight two weeks from now on Shockwave, in his hometown of St. Louis...hence the name St. Louis Calab-O. Now I saved WAZUP, not once, but twice not because of any personal gain or because I wanted something in return, but because it was the right thing to do. Granted WAZUP isn't the greatest wrestler, and he thought he could take on the SLC all by himself. The Calab-O are bullies and jerks, and I got tired of it. S! O because nobody stood behind WAZUP in his corner, and since my war with the SLC was far from over, guess what? I choose to back him up. So WazUp wants in on the war, so be it. I will let him fight along side me against the SLC. Now everyone probably thinks that I am crazy, maybe even suicidal for even taking on all members of the SLC, and maybe I am. But let me ask all of you this, and Bass, listen real closly. Who do you think is the most insane person in this match? Justin Sane? Hence the name Justin Sane. You? With your ego and obsession to kill me to say the least? Or me? think about it Bass. Sorry Vicki to cut this short, but I have a match to get ready for, so if you excuse me, I must be going."
(HellFighter walks off leaving McCave with the cameraman.)
VM: "Thank you HellFighter, and good luck tonight. There you have it ladies and gentlemen. Honest words strait from the former EWI world champion Hellfighter. In possibly one of his biggest matches to date since his world title match/win against Evan AHo at Domination 2. It seems like it is fitting that this match would take place here at Genesis, a time of new beginnings and new wars. Brett and Gerald, back to you.
(Fade out back to Brett and Gerald at the commentary table.)
GM: I still can't get that picture out of my mind.
BS: What's that?
GM: Waz Up number one contender. Gives me the shivers.
BS: (laughing) Stranger things have happened and you know it.
GM: Yeah ... you still have your job here.
BS: Folks coming up next we've got a return match putting Chest Goodbody against Keith Rotten. Earlier in the day Rotten had some words to say about his opponent ...
(Fade in on "The Clash" Keith Rotten sitting behind a desk in an office. The walls of the office are lined with bookcases. He is wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. Rotten leans foward, then begins to speak.)
Keith Rotten: A lawsuit. A bloody friggin lawsuit from Chest Goodbody. Can you believe it? What has the world come to when you can't do anything without fear of being sued? Well, if that's how you want play Chest, then thats how we'll do it.
(He picks up a large stack of papers and puts them down on the desk. They land with a distinct *thud*)
Keith Rotten: I have decided to file a counter lawsuit against Chest Goodbody. I think i'll let my lawyer, Mike "The Hammer" Shapiro, tell you more.
(A large, grey haired, man in a suit walks onto the screen.)
Mike Shapiro: I am Mike "The Hammer" Shapiro, a member of the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe. If you have been wronged in any way let me, Mike...
KR: Mike!
MS: What?
KR: Stop with the plugs. Get down to business.
MS: Sorry. I am levying a countersuit against Chest Goodbody on behalf of Keith Rotten. Chest's promo at Heatwave distracted Keith Rotten before his match that night. The mental distress caused Keith to lose his match against Gemini. If he had won that match, Keith could gone onto eventually win the King of the Cage tournament and then the EWI/SSN championship. Due to Chest Goodbody's promo, Keith could not wrestle up to his usual standard. Therefore, Keith is sueing for loss of income and mental distress and anguish.
KR: Thank you Mike.
MS: Your welcome. Remember, if you have any legal needs, come to the law firm of...
KR: Get out of here!
MS: I'm going, i'm going. Sheesh. (Shapiro leaves)
KR: Now that business is out of the way, lets talk about Genesis. Chest, you have a real problem with letting go of the past. You just can't accept that I beat you all those months ago. Win or lose, after a match, I learn from it and I move on. Apparently, you can't. So at Genesis, you better have your books, because I'm going to take you to school. I'm going to teach you what real pain is. I'm going to teach you what violence is all about.
KR: You know what you remind me of Chest? You are like a little fly who buzzes around your food when your trying to eat. You just keep flying around, getting in the way, irritating the hell out of everyone. At Genesis, i'm going to swat you down like the little bug you are.
KR: Chest, you've screwed with the wrong guy at the wrong time. I am cruel and I am sadistic. At Genesis, I'm going to show you how malicious one man can be.
(The camera fades back to Brett Sanders and Gerald McFarland at the comentating table.)
GM: Maybe it's me, but the man seems slighty ticked off.
BS: Wouldn't you be if you had a pending lawsuit against you?
GM: Hell yeah I bee .. er .. I mean I would never know.
BS: Rriigghhttt.
("Do you think I'm Sexy?" by Rod Stewart hits and the crowd immedietly goes into a booing frenzy. Chest Goodbody is seen being wheeled to ringside in his gold wheelchair, still wearing the gold sequenced whiplash collar by his legal advisor Rod LongFellow. A mock chant of "Chest-Er, Chest-Er" breaks out through the arena, signs reading "Chest Sucks", "Chest is gay", and "Chest is faking" catch the camera's eye. The pair finally make their way to the ring and Rod Longfellow grabs the mic.)
BS: Well, both men are out here but... who's that?
GM: That's Chest's legal advisor, Long Rodfellow.
BS: Rod Longfellow, Gary.
GM: Yeah, that's what I said.
Rod Longfellow- Good people, tonight we will all witness a miracle, a miracle worthy of the book of Genesis. A young man intentionally injured due to the criminal act of another will rise from the wheelchair he should have been confined to for the rest of his days and then wrestle later tonight. Chest, all of your fans are counting on you....Rise...Rise from your chair...Rise
(Chest appears to be in extreme pain but he musters up the strenth to stnd up and enter the ring and grabs th mic)
CHEST- To all of my fans thank you...It was your love and prayers that helped me through this trying time and my amazing physical prowess than enabled me to overcome the disability that Keith Rotten inflicted up on me.
(The crowd is booing lowder)
CHEST- Even today, you fine people were chanting my name as I was wheeled down the aisle, those "we love Chest chants" almost brought a tear to my eye.
(Crowd starts chanting "Chest Sucks, Chest Sucks")
CHEST- Now Keith Rotten, I may be a lover and not a fighter but you have forced me to take revenge. These well manicured hands will slap you around the ring from post to post, these giagantic arms (Chest flexes) will throw you around like a rag doll, this perfect body will cover you for a 1-2-3. When I am done with you tonight and the honorable Mr. Gottfried views the evidence that you illegal tight pulling lead to a tainted victory and pain and suffering I will be the undefeated Chest Goodbody...Then fans you just might get to see me do another of my famous posedowns
The referee calls for the bell and Rotten wastes no time in going after Goodbody. He backs Goodbody into the corner with a series of right hands. Rotten whips him to the ropes and catches him with a back elbow. He whips him in again and this time a back body drop puts Goodbody on the mat. Chest gets back up but Rotten scores with a clothesline and gets a two-count from a lateral press.
BS: Keither Rotten is in this one to win, folks!
GM: As opposed to every OTHER wrestler who comes out to lose, right Bret?
Rotten whips his opponent to the ropes again, but Goodbody reverses it and pulls Rotten into a kneelift. Goodbody attempts a power bomb, but Rotten escapes and takes him down with an arm drag. Rotten nails a dropkick to the face as Goodbody tries to stand and again gets two from a pin attempt. Rotten goes back to the right hands, again backing Goodbody into a corner. He attempts an Irish whip across the ring, but Chest reverses. Goodbody charges in, but Rotten uses the ropes to leap up and Goodbody crashes into the turnbuckle. Rotten locks on a rear waistlock but then switches around to take Goodbody down with a belly-to-back suplex.
BS: Oh no! Looks like Goodbody may have landed on his neck on that one!
GM: And look at Keith Rotten! He's lovin' it!
Rotten lives it up for the crowd, who only greets him with boos. This gives Goodbody the chance to stagger to his feet and catch Rotten from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. Goodbody attempts to whip Rotten across the ring but it's reversed and Goodbody goes into the turnbuckle. Rotten attempts a monkey flip out of the corner but Goodbody grabs the legs and goes for an inverted atomic drop. The move does not connect however and Rotten unleashes a fury of stiff right hands. Rotten attempts a leg lariat but Goodbody clotheslines him out of the move.
BS: Goodbody's proving that he's now out of this one yet!
GM: These men despise each other and they want to settle it right here... in CHICAGO ILLINOIS!
BS: No cheap pop for you, Gary. These fans can't hear you.
GM: Eh, rats.
Rotten rolls out of the ring to regain himself. Goodbody gets a running start, leaps up onto the top rope, and vaults off with a plancha onto Rotten. Goodbody does not celebrate long however, instead he lifts Rotten to his feet and then ram his back into the ring apron. Goodbody rolls Rotten into the ring and climbs back in after him. He props Rotten up in the corner and begins to work on the knee. However, Rotten grabs him by the hair and turns the tides to lay in more right hands. The referee gets between them and Goodbody uses the distraction as an opportunity to dropkick Rotten's knee.
BS: Goodbody is doing whatever it takes to gain an advantage over that punk!
GM: Hey! No name calling!
BS: He knows he's a punk. He's proud of it!
Goodbody drops a series of elbows onto Rotten's knee and then applies a leglock. Rotten fights the hold, but Goodbody drags him over to a ringpost and slams his knee into it. Goodbody gets back in and grabs the leg again, but Rotten makes it to his feet. He tries for an enzuigiri but Goodbody ducks under it and drops another elbow on the knee. Chest goes in with a crucifix kneebar. Rotten's shoulders go down and the referee counts two. Goodbody goes to the ropes for leverage but is caught by the referee. Rotten uses the ref's distraction and climbs to his feet using the ropes but Goodbody kicks his leg out from under him. Goodbody follows up with a kneebreaker but Rotten does not go down. He instead catches Goodbody with a clothesline out of nowhere and both men go down.
BS: What a comeback by Rotten out of nowhere!
Rotten is back up first. He walks some of the stiffness out of his knee and then goes over to Goodbody. He catches Goodbody with a kick to the midsection and follows up with a tiger bomb. The referee's count reaches two before Goodbody is able to kick out. Rotten whips Goodbody to the ropes but misses a clothesline. Goodbody comes back and catches Rotten with a spinning wheel kick. Both men get back up but Goodbody slams Rotten to the mat and climbs up top. He nails a moonsault and the ref counts. One! Two! Thre-- Rotten kicks out!
GM: C'mon Chest! You're gonna OWN this fed after that lawsuit! The least you can do is pin this geek!
BS: What happened to your "no name calling" rule?
GM: Zip it.
Goodbody hits Rotten with a stiff forearm to the face and then brings him over to the corner. He locks on a front facelock and hops up on the second turnbuckle. He leaps off for a tornado DDT but Rotten turns the move into a release Northern Lights suplex. Goodbody scrambles back up quickly and runs toward Rotten only to be caught by a boot to the face. Goodbody staggers back but Rotten wastes no time in securing a double underhook and then executing double-arm DDT. Rotten covers but only gets a two count.
GM: Go Rotten!
BS: Would you please make up your mind as to who you're cheering for?
GM: I'm cheering for the winner.
BS: And which one might that be?
GM: That one. The guy in the ring.
BS: Which guy-- Oh forget it.
Goodbody rolls out of the ring as Rotten complains about the referee's count. Goodbody grabs a nearby chair and climbs back in the ring with it. Rotten turns around and Goodbody throws the chair at him. Roteens catches it and Goodbody slams it into his face with a spinning crescent kick. Goodbody agains ascends the top rope as Rotten gets to his feet. He leaps off for a hurricanrana but Rotten catches him in a powerbomb! He pulls Goodbody up. Goodbody and Rotten exchange punches, but Rotten blocks a punch and fights back with a series of three forearms to the face followed by a swinging neckbreaker!
BS: That's Punked Out! The ref counts! One! Two! Three! Keith Rotten has done it!
GM: I told you so! And Chest Goodbody and his legal advisor don't look too pleased. Goodbody walks away holding his back in pain while his pal, Longfellow has an I-told-you-so look on his face!
(Suddenly the Extreme Screen shows a closeup on Rob Sampson, who has the EWI Federation championship belt slung over his shoulder and a pair of Oakley sunglasses adorning his face. The crowd erupts in cheers as Sampson takes the sunglasses off and looks into the camera intensely. The camera pulls back to reveal Victoria McCave standing beside him with a microphone in hand.]
VM: Rob Sampson...tonight you wrestle Eddy Love in a match where the winner walks away with all the marbles. Your thoughts?
RS: Let me take you back in time to July 8th...Atlanta, Georgia...the Georgia Dome...Domination II. Eddy Love was the reigning Federation champion, and Marcus Gottfried had signed us to compete in a "I Quit" tables match. The questions were coming from all sides. "Can Rob Sampson redeem himself?" "Can Eddy Love secure his place in EWI history?"..."Can Rob Sampson make Eddy Love said 'I Quit?'"..."Can Eddy Love come up with a theme song that doesn't make him look like a limp-wristed cakeboy?!" Well Eddy Love is still a cakeboy, but Rob Sampson silenced the critics and walked out of that match as the NEW EWI Federation champion. Eddy Love, you've gone on to scheme your way to the Extreme World Title. You've aligned yourself with Marcus Gottfriend and the Super Sports Network because let's face it, you need them as much as they need you. But now it's time for Rob Sampson to save the day again. Now it's time for Rob Sampson to put you BACK in your PLACE! Hellfighter couldn't get the job done, but rest assured that I will. You can put any spin on it you want. You can say that the words "I Quit" never left your mouth at Domination II, but the fact of the matter is that while I was showing off my new prize, your ass was blacked out in the middle of the ring. So now it's time to ask yourself, "Can Rob Sampson beat me again? Can he overcome the odds and take yet another title away from me?" I know how much you hate me, Eddy. I know it tears you up inside that I've been calling you out from day one and backing up every word I said. I broke through the ranks of the inner circle and I put every last one of the good ol' boys behind me! Rob Sampson wasn't supposed to make it, but he did. And now it's come to this. You and me...one on one...title for title...winner takes all! If I lose, so be it, because there will always be another time, but don't count on me losing. Don't look in the mirror and say your daily affirmations in hopes that it will make you believe in yourself just enough to beat "Mr. Main Event!" Let's get one thing straight, Eddy. I don't like you. I've never liked you from day one, but I think that's because we're more alike than either of us would ever dare to admit. Take the fact that you're a part of SSN and that makes me want to kick your ass even more! So tonight when you step in that ring against me and you get that little tingle all through your body, just realize that you are in for the night of your life. Everything that was old will be new again, and I promise you that win, lose, or draw, you will leave that ring half the man you were when you entered. This is for all the marbles, Eddy, and both of us are going to earn whatever we take during that match. And you can take that...TO THE BANK!!!
[Sampson walks off as the scene fades out.]
BS: SAMPSON IS CALLING OUT LOVE! I believe that Sampson has his number tonight!
GM: Sampson can dream all he wants. He can go back in history and say alot of things, but he better get used to his cause Love is gonna make Sampson apart of history when he beats his ass tonight!
BS: Folks, coming up next we've got the match to determine who is gonig to be the number one contender for the Extreme World Title at Shockwave in St. Louis! At one point we thought it was going to be a handicap match. Then, earlier in the show, we were told it would be a battle royal. Now I'm being told it's an elimation match so it's basically a free-for-all!
GM: How fitting that Hellfighter, the man that gave us the EWI, be in this type of match. He's had his problems with the SLC in the past and now he's gonna have a chance to back it all up int he ring, but there are two factors that might work in his favor.
BS: What's that?
GM: First there is that Waz Up factor cause you know he's gonna cause trouble for someone and do the unthinkable and be a blocker, but the other factor is Bass. SLC or loner. Who knows?
BS: Well there is only one way to find out so let's get to the match!
‘Bring the Pain’ by Method Man cues up as the St. Louis Calab-O appear on the ramp, being greeted by a chorus of enthusiastic boos and jeers. The Payne Brothers and Justin Sane lead the way, with Jonathon Davis following closely behind. Electra and DeeZee walk together, discussing some last minute plans, while Bass brings up the rear, consumed in his own thoughts.
BS: And listen to the crowd tell the Calab-O what they think of them.
GM: It doesn’t matter what they think, now that this match has become a Battle Royal, the Calab-O’s chances of winning have increased even more.
‘Make you Wanna...’ by Alexia sounds throughout the arena, the fans giving a mixed reaction to the former Extreme World Champion, Hellfighter. The camera cuts to the audience first showing a boy of about nine holding a sign reading ‘I trusted you, Hellfighter!’, where another fan, a woman wearing various EWI merchandise holds one that says ‘Hellfighter: The TRUE champ!’. None the less, Hellfighter makes his way to the outside of the ring, warily eyeing the Calab-O inside.
GM: Look at Hellfighter. He’s scared to go in there against the Calab-O
BS: Um...last time I checked they out-number him one to seven.
GM: Oh, but don’t forget about the last participant in this match, Waaaaaaaaaaz Up!
Waz Up’s theme song hits the sound system as he strides down the ramp, drawing a moderate reaction from the fans. He meets up with Hellfighter on the outside and the two briefly exchange words and roll into the ring as the Calab-O rushes forward the bell rings.
BS: And this match is underway!
The Brothers Payne double clothesline Waz Up, barely even waiting for him to hit the ground before laying the boots to him, along with Jonathon Davis joining in. Justin Sane violently whips Hellfighter into the ring corner as DeeZee snaps the former champion in the face with a spinning heel kick.
GM: Just like I thought. They’re gonna teach these two not to mess with the Calab-O.
DeeZee begins laying into Hellfighter with ring shaking rights and lefts, but is interrupted by Bass pulling him out of the ring corner by the shoulder and starting in on Hellfighter himself. DeeZee gives Bass a confused look, but shrugs and leans against the ropes, taking a breather as he watches the other half of Amplified manhandle Hellfighter.
BS: Was that a little friction between Bass and DeeZee?
GM: Of course not. Bass just wants to get some licks in too.
Ricky and Tommy Payne lift Waz Up to his feet, holding him so that Davis can blast him in the face with a front dropkick, sending Waz Up flipping over the top rope. Davis runs to the opposite ropes, and comes running back and shoots over the top rope with a suicide dive onto the recovering Waz Up.
GM: Wow! When did he learn that one?
BS: We’ve been seeing vignettes of Jonathon Davis getting into shape lately, and the training looks to have paid off.
Waz Up and Davis get to their feet, trading right hands as Bass lifts Hellfighter up onto the top rope and raises a hand to the crowd, signaling for a superplex. He sets Hellfighter up, but Schultze drills him in the face with a forearm, sending the St. Louis native to the mat. Hellfighter stands on the turnbuckle, leaping off with a flying body press onto DeeZee and the crowd goes wild.
BS: Hellfighter just blew the roof off the place!
GM: How can a guy his size pull off moves like that?!
BS: They don’t come without a price, Gary, cause Hellfighter looks to be hurting as he and DeeZee lie on their backs as the ref begins to count out both them and Waz Up and Jonathon Davis on the outside.
Waz Up kicks Jonathon Davis in the stomach with a sidekick delivering a DDT onto the concrete.
BS: And now the crowd’s getting behind Waz Up!
GM: Can you believe it?
BS: The ref’s count has gotten to seven for Waz Up and Davis as they begin fighting up the ramp!
GM: Where the heck are they going?
BS: All I know is that Hellfighter’s only ally has just gotten himself and Davis counted out! Waz Up and Davis have eliminated each other!
As Waz Up and Davis disappear at the top of the ramp, Bass has gotten to his feet and jerked Hellfighter to his, whipping him to the ropes before clobbering him in the face with a clothesline. Bass sneers to the crowd as he mounts the top turnbuckle.
BS: Bass is going up top!
GM: But look! Electra has started stomping away on the fallen Hellfighter! Bass doesn’t see!
Bass glances over his shoulder before flying off with a moonsault.
BS: He looked!
GM: No he didn’t!
Bass flies through the air...landing right on Electra!
BS: The ref is counting! 1...2...3! Bass just pinned Electra!
Bass gets to his feet, as Electra does also shouting at him. Bass shouts back with an apologetic look on his face as the ref manages to get Electra out of the ring and headed to the back. Bass turns his back on her and the camera catches a sly grin on his face.
BS: Bass is smiling! That was intentional!
GM: That’s a load of crap and you know it, Sanders. Bass wouldn’t do that!
The rest of the Calab-O look at Bass warily, but help lift Hellfighter up and begin a collective beat down, hammering him with fists and kicks as Bass gets his bearings. He signals to Ricky Payne to hold Hellfighter for him.
GM: Bass is setting Hellfighter up.
Bass reaches back with one arm, sending a clothesline straight toward the groggy Hellfighter’s face, but at the last second, Bass reaches out with his other hand, yanking down on Hellfighter’s singlet, causing his head to fall down and Bass plasters Ricky Payne with the clothesline instead!
BS: Bass just DELIBERATELY hit Ricky Payne!
GM: Now I know this looks bad, but I’m sure Bass has a good reason.
BS: He wants to be champion, that’s his reason!
Bass looks to the other Calab-O members, shouting ‘It was an accident!’ He points to the entrance ramp, yelling ‘Waz Up!’ As the rest of the SLC looks to the entry way, Bass drops down and covers Ricky Payne for the 1, 2, 3!
BS: Bass did it again! He eliminated Ricky Payne!
Payne rolls out of the ring, stumbling to the back as the SLC turns back to Bass. Bass sneers maniacally, charging forward and knocking Tommy Payne and DeeZee out of the ring with a running shoulder block. Bass then knee Justin Sane in the stomach before kicking Hellfighter in the face and dropping down to cover him.
BS: Bass with a cover on Hellfighter...1...2...NO! Hellfighter kicks out!
Tommy Payne rolls into the ring bashing Bass in the face with an elbow, followed by a german suplex. DeeZee pulls Bass out of the ring as Tommy Payne starts stomping on Hellfighter, lifting him up and whipping him to the ropes, followed by a tilt-o-whirl backbreaker. Tommy lifts Hellfighter up once more but Hellfighter surprises him with a punch to the face and a DVD!
BS: Hellfighter is fighting back!
Hellfighter lifts Tommy Payne up and nails his finisher, the T-Bar Drop! He covers and gets a three count.
GM: I don’t believe it! Hellfighter eliminated Tommy Payne!
By this time, Justin Sane has gotten to his feet and jerks Hellfighter up, dropping him to the mat with a vicious chokeslam. Hellfighter manages to crawl to his feet and trades blows with Justin Sane as DeeZee and Bass brawl on the outside. Hellfighter stuns Justin Sane with a running knee and darts around behind him, hitting a german suplex and holds the bridge as the ref drops down to count. 1...2...3!
GM: Hellfighter did it again! Now it’s down to Bass, DeeZee, and Hellfighter!
DeeZee hits a powerbomb on the outside on Bass, the ref’s countout having reached 8. He throws Bass into the ring and follows in himself. Hellfighter takes DeeZee down with a spear, and belly-to-back suplexes him in the center of the ring.
BS: What a move by Hellfighter! He’s struggling to cover DeeZee!
All of a sudden, Bass has gotten to his feet and leaps off the ropes with a springboard frog splash onto both Hellfighter AND DeeZee! The ref is counting...1...2...3!!
BS: Bass wins it!
Hellfighter isn’t moving, but DeeZee gets to his feet and gets up in Bass’s face, shoving his former partner. Bass turns his back on DeeZee, not even listening. DeeZee pulls back for another shove, but Bass spins around and clocks DeeZee right between the eyes with a pair of brass knuckles!
BS: What is Bass thinking?
GM: He’s thinking about becoming World Champion, that’s what.
Hellfighter rolls out of the ring and starts to walk away, but looks back sees Bass relentlessly beating DeeZee with the brass knucks. All of a sudden, Hellfighter’s groggy expression turns to one of determination and he sprints to the ring, leaping onto the top turnbuckle and nearly cuts Bass in half with a diving spear!
BS: Hellfighter is coming to the rescue of...DeeZee?
Hellfigher lifts Bass up and starts beating him into the ring corner with strong punches but all it took was one shot to the face from Bass’ brass knuckles to send Hellfighter to the mat, face bloodied. Bass now begins beating down both DeeZee and Hellfighter, both men bleeding heavily from their faces. Suddenly the rest of the SLC, Electra, Justin Sane, Jonathon Davis, and the Payne Brothers leading the way bust onto the scene, Justin Sane clotheslining Bass to the mat as Ricky and Tommy Payne hit a double leg drop on him.
BS: The rest of the SLC has come out to stop Bass!
GM: I never thought I’d live to see THIS!
Bass rolls out of the ring, pulling a steel chair out from under the ring and waves it in front of him, warding off the Calab-O. The look in his eyes could only be described one way: Bass has postal. After threatening the SLC with the chair, Bass cautiously makes his way to the back as The St. Louis Calab-O helps DeeZee to his feet, checking to see if he’s okay. Then, a strange thing happens: they help Hellfighter up, Ricky Payne shaking his hand. Hellfighter simply nods, exiting the ring by himself as the SLC soon follows, now one member short.
BS: What an unbelievable match! Bass is now the Number One Contender to the Extreme World Title!
(‘I Hate Everything About You’ by Ugly Kid Joe is queued up and the fans seems puzzled as to what is going to happen now, suddenly a stream of pyro’s explode down the ramp and around the stage area as a guy walks out to the stage, mic in hand. He looks medium build and medium weight for a lightweight, he has a pair of black jeans on and a cream jumper on. He waits for the music to stop before he speaks.)
IC: Ladies and Gentlemen….for those who do not know me let me introduce myself…..I am Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelightly……also known as ITS Comelightly…..but you can call me Isaac.
(A portion of the crowd pop, recognising him from other federations.)
IC: I am proud to be here tonight to announce that at the tender age of nineteen I have signed a very lucrative contract with none other than..…the EWI!
(Again a portion of the crowd cheer.)
IC: Those who know me will know of the Comelightly fortune and realise that the money is not important to me per say, and that rather the contract allows me to go head to head with some of the greatest wrestler sin the world and allow me to further my reputation in the world of professional wrestling. Indeed…..I hope to be competing at the very next card, where I will be able to thrill you all with my own brand of aerial wrestling.
(By now a bigger portion of the crowd is cheering.)
IC: As it s now, all that’s left is for me to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and an extremely prosperous New Year…….and for all of you, here’s a little present…..Isaac style!
(Isaac claps his and some festive music plays, soon he is joined on stage by a bevy of gorgeous women, all of which are dressed in revealing outfits that are loosely based on Santa Claus’s costume. They all have sacks with them and each sack is brimming with candy. On his instruction they start to walk round the arena throwing candy to people as Isaac watches on.)
IC: Have a good holiday folks…….I’ll see you in the New Year…..when everyone will realise that success DOES come lightly to Isaac Comelightly!
(The whole crowd pop as he walks back through the curtain.)
BS: Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelightly has finally made his way to the federation!
GM: We've had several show up thus far actually. First it was Wicked Sight now ITS Comelightly, but you can call him Issac.
BS: I can tell you're gonna have fun with that name.
GM: You know me all too well.
BS: We've got new faces, new champions, jobs on the line, and now a new number one contender in the from of Bass. What else can happen next?
GM: Oh Lord you better pay attention to your headset cause the cameras are about to break again.
BS: We've got another problem in the back! Take us to it!
(The Camera switches to backstage where "HellFighter" is coming back out to backstage from the arena after his match, he pushes sweat out of his eyes then turns around and a look of fear comes across his face as you see a bat come into the camera view and connect with the side of "HellFighter"'s shoulder, the camera is then knocked over onto it's side, and you can see "HellFighter"'s face getting slammed repeatedly into the concrete ground, blood splattering out of his nose and mouth and starting to trickle from his head. You can't see who's doing this to him, and you can barely make out "HellFighter" as a rope is wrapped around his neck and begins to choke him as "HellFighter" tries to scream, his eyes bug out of his head, and a large vien pops out of his forehead. The rope is released from his neck and "HellFighter" gasps in a big breath inhalling a large amount of blood, you see the tip of the bat come down on his back one last time. Connecting with a deafening thud sending his face straight into the concrete with a sickening crack. "HellFighter" lay motionless, as you see a pair of knees kneel down beside him and a spraycan come in contact with his back. "HellFighter" lay unconcious then begins to stir, a large boot comes swiftly down on his head causing him to lay motionless again. The spraycan finally leaves "HellFighter"'s back, and you can hear people leaving. A little while later somebody finally picks up the camera and gets a good shot of "HellFighter"'s back. He has red spray markings over his back. His face is turned to the side and you can see blood still coming out of his mouth, with several welts across his face. A message is spraypainted onto his back which reads "Aho's Next")
BS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR EVAN AHO?
GM: I think We all know what it means.
BS: My God, what an autracity!