BS: Welcome back everyone. During the break I've been told that Gottfried has come to several decisions concerning recent actions. For Genesis, our next Pay Per View, he has ordered that The Thrill Killas take on The Dark Carnival in tag action. Twin Phoenix take on Fairhurst and Miso from The Dark Carnival, a Respect Match pitting ExE and Aho against eachother, and, even if he wins tonight, Keith Rotten to take on Chest Goodbody!

GM: That's what I like about Gottfried. He takes no slack from anyone. If he wants it then he'll call it and settle it right now. Viva La Gottfried!

BS: But he hasn't answered Sampson's call for Love.

GM: Why should he? It's only Sampson. Sweep his butt under the carpet who does he matter to? Love has said he won't face him so why bother? Besides is Love even connected to the SSN anymore?

BS: That remains to be seen cause when Love talks you just can't trust what he says.

GM: SADIST!

BS: Up next we've got Quarterfinal action of the King of the Cage and first up we've got Angelus ...

GM: A self-proclaimed EWI Tag Champion ... how cheesy.

BS: Taking on former Intercontinental champion Brad Striker. How about it Gary?

GM: Angelus can make all the claims he wants, but he knows who the true champion is in this league. He needs to be worried about Striker.

BS: Have you even seen his promos? He HAS been addressing him!

GM: Angelus is too wrapped up in himself.

BS: I'm not even gonna touch that. The cage is up so let's go to the ring!


King of the Cage Tourny: The Quarterfinals

Angelus vs 'Superstar' Brad Striker

6' 3', 245lbs. | 6' 0', 227lbs

Junon | Hollywood, California, USA

‘Wish' - Nine Inch Nails | ‘Mindfields' - The Prodigy


(The camera focuses in on the ExtremeScreen as Angelus' new entrance music

"The Fight Song" by Marilyn Manson cues up. The ExtremeScreen shows MA's entrance video. The video flashes silver gothic crosses on a black screen, soon as the lyrics start it shows clips of Angelus and Jessica. The camera then pans out out and as soon as the lyrics "I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist, I'm not a slave to a world the doesn't give a s***" kicks in, a large pyro blast occurs in front of the entrance. As soon as the flame disapates Angelus can be seen in the entrance doing the "crucifix sign", Jessica's standing by his side. Angelus is wearing black nylon cargo pants, a Marilyn Manson "Satanic Army" T-Shirt with the sleeves cut off, black nail polish, and black electrical tape down both arms. His hair is hanging down over his face wet. Jessica's wearing knee high boots, a short leather skirt, long black coat, and a shiny gold shirt. The two make there way to the ring. Angelus enters the cage while Jessica walks over to the side of the cage. The camera then turns to the audience where it picks up President Shawn Daily and his wife in the front row.)

GM: What's he doing here!?

BS: Probably trying to keep any interference away from Angelus' match. You know how much trouble Angelus and Ruiner have been having with Tribal Instinct lately.

GM: Oh, like that weenie president is gonna be able to stop the REAL Champs by himself anyway.

BS: .Folks, both men are now in the cage! Let's get this match underway!

The two men circle each other, looking for an opportunity to strike. Angelus makes the first move and attempts to sweep Striker's legs out from under him with a quick thrust of the foot. Striker avoids the move, but the momentary confusion gives Angelus the opportunity to take Striker down with a clothesline. Striker reels back into the ropes and Angelus uses his own momentum to send striker into the opposing side of the ring. Angelus attempts to follow it up with a clothesline, but he is unsuccessful as Striker ducks the attempt. He bounces off of the oncoming turnbuckle and is caught in a cross body block from Angelus. Angles is the first to get up and pulls Striker up by his hair. Angelus delivers harsh punches to the heart of Striker. Striker holds his chest in pain and Angelus strikes again, only this time, Striker is quick enough to block it. Striker knees Angelus in the gut and the drives him into the canvas with a DDT. Angelus is barely fazed and is quick to get to his feet, only to be met with a dropkick from Striker. Angelus stumbles back and Striker charges him. Angelus sidesteps out of the way and helps Striker to run straight into the steel cage. Striker holds his head in pain as Angelus snickers. With Angelus distracted by his own laughter, Striker is given the chance to catch him from behind in a full nelson. Angelus' eyes widen in fear as he's lifted from the ground and slammed into the mat with a full nelson suplex.

BS: What a match we've had so far! It's gonna be hard to pick a winner out of this one!

GM: Oh, who really cares who wins? If they're not SSN, then they're losers anyway.

BS: But... I'm not pro-SSN, Gary.

GM: Yes. I think I made my point.

Striker lays in the boots to Angelus before pulling him up. Striker with a German suplex on Angelus. And another. And another. Striker gets up with confidence while Angelus holds his neck in pain. Striker runs and kicks Angelus as if he were shooting the final goal in the World Cup. Angelus face momentarily turns red as the air is kicked out of his gut. Striker pulls Angelus to his knees and knees him in the face.

BS: Hmm. Striker seems a little bit angry about that attack he received from the Mechanical Animals earlier. He's not showing any injuries from that though, is he?

GM: Eh, he's faking it. You'll see his pain soon enough. That's... if that freak Angelus can get off of the mat for two seconds...

Angelus, still on his knees, nails Striker with a low blow! Striker doubles over, holding his manhood, and Angelus groggily gets to his feet. Angelus with a punch to the spine of Striker. Striker jerks up and clutches his injured back. Angelus sends Striker into the turnbuckle, causing Striker to his the corner back first. Striker nearly falls on his face, but Angelus catches him and takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Angelus pulls Stiker up. Backbreaker by Angelus! Angelus holds Stiker over his knee in a cross knee backbreaker, putting further pressure on Striker's back.

BS: Angelus is really working over that injury he dished out on Striker earlier tonight.

Angelus releases Striker and begins ascending the cage. The camera follows him up and he gets about three-fourths of the way to the top before we see a hand latch onto his ankle. Angelus looks down in amazement at Brad Striker holding on to his lower leg. Angelus attempts to shake Stiker off and is successful in doing so... at first. Angelus makes his way to the top of the cage, but Striker is quick to follow. By time Angelus has reached the top, Stiker has caught up with him. Angelus puts both legs over the edge of the cage and is about to begin the descent back down when Striker grabs him by the collar of his Marilyn Manson tshirt. Striker shakes his head in a "no no" fashion, as if he were scolding a small child. Stiker and Angelus exchange punches, each teetering ont he edge of the cage.

GM: Holy lord! If one of these knocks his opponent off the wrong way, he'll lose the match!

Stiker blocks a punch from Angelus and nails the dark angel with a headbutt. Angelus holds his nose in pain and when he removes his hand, a small trickle of blood runs over his top lip from his nose. Striker smiles and, with a beautiful display of balance, locks his legs around the neck of Angelus.

GM: Holy Foley!

BS: Hurricarana from the top of the cage by Striker!

GM: Sweet Jeebus!

Both men are down, with Angelus, obviously taking the blunt of the blow. Jessica goes to the side of her man to check on him, but she can't get to his because of the cage. She reaches an arm through the cage in an attempt to revive the fallen Angelus.

BS: Um, I think she just handed Angelus some sort of weapon.

GM: Really? I didn't see it.

BS: Hmm. Maybe I was seeing things.

Striker gets to his feet and stumbles over to Angelus, who is still flat on his back. Striker grabs Angelus by the hair and pulls him to his feet, but Angelus swings at Striker as hard as he can and connects! Brad Striker stumbles back with a gash forming on his forehead.

BS: I was right! Look in his hand! Angelus just nailed Brad Striker with Brass Knuckles! Brad Striker falls backwards and it looks like he's out of it!

Instead of going for the easy win, Angelus motions to Jessica on the outside of the ring. She understands his signals and retrieves a chair and throws it over the side of the cage.

GM: Good arm on that girl. I don't think YOU could've thrown a chair over the top of a cage, Bret.

BS: Shush you.

Angelus grabs the chair just as Striker is getting to his feet and plaster the steel over the skull of "Superstar," for a huge pop from the sold out crowd. Angelus brings the chair back down repeatedlyonto the body of Striker, until the ref decides that he's had enough. The ref moves towards the door to check on Striker, but Angelus, not really noticing the ref, is going to exit at the same time and violently kicks the door open, slamming the metal cage bars into the face of the official. Angelus exits the cage, but the referee is down and thus, unable to award the match to Angelus. Angelus and Jessica try to revive the referee when Angelus notices that, in the cage, Brad Striker is starting to stir. Angelus charges towards the cage when "All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix)" cues up and the words "All That Glitters: Chris Lehew... SSN" appear on the ExtremeScreen in gold glitter lettering.

GM: That's Chris Lehew's music! Well, where the hell is he!?

Angelus gets a confused look on his face, and Striker is given time to get to his feet. He works his way to the open door of the cage, but Angelus quickly turns his attention back to Striker. He runs in the ring and takes Stiker down with a spear. He gets up and pulls Striker up, but Striker fights back with 4 jabs to the ribs of Angelus.

GM: Looks like we're back to square one. Why did Lehew's music play a minute ago?!

Striker lunges forward, trying to catch Angelus off guard with a collar and elbow tie up, managing to DDT the Junon native into the center of the ring. Soon after, a low rumbling is starting to sound throughout the arena.

BS: I think we're about to find out, Garret!

Suddenly, a deafening blast is heard, a bright red explosion going off in the center of the ring, sending both men into opposite sides of the cage. The ring fills with smoke as three tall, slender men leap out of the hole created by the blast.

BS: GOOD GOD! Someone get a paramedic in there! Both Angelus and Striker, are down! And so is the ref on the outside! The only ones standing are those three men in the ring and Jessica on the outside!

GM: I thought we left this crap behind us when SSN took over, damnit! What the...?

The camera pans to where Junon President Shawn Daily had been sitting and about fifteen seats on the front row are empty. Suddenly, a large group of Junon soldiers rush from the backstage area and fill the area around the ring, surveying the damage. As the acrid smoke begins to clear, it's visible that the men standing in the ring are none other than Chris Lehew and his personal trainers Steve and Adrian. The trainers lift up Striker and begin hammering him in the corner with massive strikes as Lehew stalks over to Angelus, also rendered unconscious during the blast.

BS: I don't like the look on Lehew's face...

GM: I'm gonna have to agree with you there, Bretley. He's creepin' me out.

Steve and Adrian continue their assault, stomping Striker over and over as he struggles to get up, as Lehew yanks Angelus to his feet. Lehew grabs the groggy Angelus by the neck and slams him against the cage, catches him as he bounces off, then does it again, ramming his head into the steel.

GM: Lehew is manhandling Angelus!

BS: But why?!

As Angelus bounces off the cage wall once more, Lehew catches him with a dragon screw leg whip. After visibly snickering and mouthing the words "dragon screw" Lehew executes a crisp guillotine leg drop, nearly decapitating Angelus. The Junon soldiers finally get the door to the cage open and go after Lehew to protect Angelus. They pay no attention to Brad Striker. Lehew's personal trainer, Steve then walks to the hole in the ring as Adrian continues to pummel Striker senseless. Steve reaches into the hole, producing a steel chair which he slams over the head of a near-by Junon soldier.

BS: Oh for the love of God, as if this wasn't enough!

Steve strides back to Striker and pulls him to his feet, delivering a double powerbomb with his fellow trainer.

GM: Things may not look good for Angelus, but Striker isn't even moving!

The Junon soldiers take over and begins to double and triple team Lehew and his trainers, until the Colorodo mogul and his teammates are forced to leave the area. The soldiers of Junon follow Lehew, who has a huge, evil grin on his face, into the backstage area, leaving only Angelus, Striker, the referee, Jessica, and a huge gaping hole in the ring area.

BS: What the hell is going on here?

The ref regains his senses and surveys the carnage around him. For some reason he decides to keep the match going. He shuts the cage door, once again isolating Angelus and Striker.

BS: What is that referee thinking!?

GM: Well, we've got to have a winner, right!? This is the biggest tournament of the year! We're not gonna let an explosion and an army of weirdos stop our fun, are we?!

Suddenly, "Tribe" by P.O.D. blares over the loudspeakers and Trypp and Brandon Williams of Tribal Instinct walk out on to the entrance ramp in posh, Italian suits with their boss and friend, Marcus Gottfried.

BS: OH, NOW WHAT!?

Trypp and Brandon casually stroll down to the ring, while Striker and Angelus look on. Gottfried supervises from the top of the entrance ramp. Brandon Williams opens the door of the cage, much to the displease of the referee. The referee motions to Gottfried to keep them away from the ring, but Gottfried simply shrugs as if to say "There's nothin' I can do." Trypp follows Brandon into the cage, but before he gets in, the referee grabs him by the elbow. Trypp grins at the ref, grabs him by the neck, and throws him into the side of the steel cage, knocking him unconscious for the second time during this match.

GM: That poor man.

BS: And the Junon soldiers went after Chris Lehew so there's no one to protect Angelus! Gottfried starts walking towards the ring and removes his suit jacket, shirt and tie, to reveal a referee's jersey underneathe. Trypp and Brandon walks towards Angelus, backing him into a corner. Trypp knees Angelus in the gut, before Brandon hits him with an elbow over the head. Brad Stiker tries to intervene, to no avail. Referee Gottfried tries to warn Striker that this has nothing to do with him and it is in his best interest to stay out of it. Striker ignores him. He moves towards Brandon, but is met with a sidekick out of the blue from Trypp. Gottfried tells Striker, "I told you so," and Striker wisely keeps his distance. Trypp and Brandon then turn their attention back to Angelus. After a minute or so of beating down one half of Mechanical Animals, Gottfried motions to Striker to exit the cage. Striker does and Gottfried motions for the bell, announcing Striker the winner.

Winner: 'Superstar' Brad Striker


Ruiner quickly comes from the backstage area to help his partner, but Gottfried quickly locks the door to the cage. Ruiner tries to scale the cage, but Brad Striker warns him. Striker pulls Ruiner down and throws him into the announce table. Jessica follows and begins kicking on Striker. Ruiner grabs a steel chair and bashes Striker over the head. Inside the ring, Gottfried and Tribal Instinct watch on as Ruiner lays Striker on the announce table and scales the cage. At the top of the cage, Ruiner jumps and hits a swanton bomb on Striker through the announce table!

GM: Holy s***!

BS: This is INSANE!

Ruiner stumbles from what's left of the announce table and grabs a microphone.

Ruiner: Angelus... He TOLD you Striker. He told you that you wouldn't walk out of this match. You see Striker, here and now this is what life's like. All that pain you're feeling is exactly how we've felt during our whole career here. We did exactly as we said we would. Angelus is now done with you. If you know what's good for you when you've healed you'll forget you ever met us. For if you come back at Angelus or at me, you will never wrestle again. I promise you that.

(Angelus stands and drops the mic down on Striker as he exits. The EMT's then rush the ring to attend Striker.)

GM: Oh NOW the EMTs come! Not when the ring exploded! No!

In the cage, Gottfried looks on as Striker is stretchered out of the arena. He addresses Ruiner on the outside of the cage.

MG: How very touching. You're taking up the slack for your...

[Gottfried looks down to the groggy Angelus]

MG: ...partner. Well, you may be done with Striker, but you're not done with Tribal Instinct! Not as long as you still have those worthless pieces of scrap that you call the EWI Tag Titles! The truth is, they are... They ARE worthless, but being the SSN Representative, I'm getting a little Sick and Tired of you boasting about being the REAL Champs! So, at Genesis, I'm going to issue a Title Unification Match! The winner of this match will be the TRUE Tag Champions. No ifs ands or buts about it.

[A slight smile comes over Ruiner's face.]

MG: Oh, not so fast. You see, there's a catch. Nothing like this....

[Gottfried motions to the carnage around him: The broken announcer's table, the blood stained canvas, the smoking hole that used to be the middle of the wrestling ring.]

MG: None of this will happen in that match. Not even so much as this:

[Brandon Williams grabs a chair and smashes it over the head of Angelus. Angelus slumps to the mat, unconscious. Gottfried looks down at him and grins.]

MG: Well, he's out. I guess you, Ruiner, will just have to give him the rest of the details. And those details are as follows... First of all, like I just mentioned, there will be NO hardcore or extreme elements in this match! That means no chair, no baseball bats, no Brass Knucke! NOTHING! If you fail to follow this rule then you will be fired! Also, there will be NO PRO-EWI MEMBERS ANYWHERE NEAR THE RING AT ANY TIME! NO ONE! That means no Ash, no Sampson, no Ryan, NO JUNON SOLDIERS, no Erik Zieba! NOBODY! If you fail to follow these rules, then YOU WILL BE FIRED! You will be released from thie company FOREVER! So, on that note... have a good evening!

["Tribe" cues up and the SSN representatives exit the arena.]

BS: Oh ... my ... God!

GM: WHAT A STATEMENT! The SSN stands tall once again! ya gotta love it!

BS: And Chris Lehew ... has jumped ship and joined SSN.

GM: He is one of the smartest men in the business if you ask me. I knew he couldn't go wrong!

BS: I don't even wanna kno ......

Cue up: Marilyn Manson... The Beautiful People

(There is a spectacular display of pyro, shaking the arena and forcing the fans to cover their ears. A second later, Gemini strides out from backstage. He's fully in costume, harlequin facepaint smeared with black. Domino tights and the final touch being one black boot and one white boot. He holds a microphone in one hand as he turns to face the crowd.)

Gemini: We see it's another full house for the... E... W... I...

(There is a massive crowd pop as the crowd responds enthusiastically to the reference. Gemini smiles, then laughs.)

Gemini: Oh good luck getting that past the censors.

(A second crowd pop. Gemini chuckles and walks back and forth on the stage before continuing.)

Gemini: It's funny, but it's also kind of sad. You see Marcus Gottfried wants us out of this federation folks. He wants us gone. We don't fit his image of a good SSN wrestler. We're not technical. We're not scientific. We're not handsome, photogenic or even physically attractive. That is just not what Gottfried wants in his little handpicked federation.

(The crowd boos energetically. Gemini nods sagely, then speaks again.)

Gemini: That's not all folks, Gottfried is not satisfied with just handpicking his wrestlers. Uh-uh. Gottfried wants to handpick his champions as well. By hook or by crook Gottfried has screwed over and manipulated everything until he has his chosen wrestlers wearing his chosen belts. Tribal Instinct joins the family... weeks later, they have the tag belts. Cole Steele, that sorry excuse for a human being, he shanks over our good buddy Cameron 'Toothpick' Cruise for the Intercontinental belt... with a little help from SSN that is. Evan Aho... (Crowd Pop) Yes, Evan Aho, wrestles what can only be recognised as the most grueling series of matches we have ever seen, but once again, SSN sticks it's big fat nose where it doesn't belong and steals that belt so a muffin eating dimwit can have it. (Shakes his head.) And then let us not forget the screwing over that Jesse Falcon recieved at the hands of Sky Suicide.

(Gemini wrinkles his nose, then smirks.)

Gemini: Of course, there's the matchup between Hellfighter and Love last week, but we won't bring that up. We're pretty sure that Love will at least WRESTLE as champion. So it looks like even Gottfried can get a call right once in a while.

(There's a mixed crowd reaction to that one, some people pop for Gemini's insult, some people boo, obviously fans of Hellfighters fan friendly style.)

Gemini: Now, the one bright side to this story, is Erik Zieba. (Crowd pop.) You see, we know Erik quite well, Erik always has a contingency plan. And in this case, Erik grabbed every single person that he knew wasn't an SSN lackey and signed them to contract for the (Grandiose Hand Gesture.) 'KING OF THE CAGE TOURNEY'. The winner of which... gets an automatic shot at the title. Why did Erik do that? We'll tell you why. Because Erik knew that the one individual that could make it througha tourney this brutal, this savage, would have to be an absolute monster. A vicious, twisted, demented lunatic that would just be Gottfried's nightmare.

(Dramatic pause.)

Gemini: Hmmm... do we know anyone fitting that description?

(Crowd pop.)

Gemini: Now, to the business at hand. We've battered, beaten, crippled, pummeled, bloodied, dismantled and got help us DEFENESTRATED our opponents before in our EWI tenure. But our opponent doesn't care. He says this things don't matter. He says that he is the one wrestler in thousands that is our equal. Our match. Our better. Well, we don't know about that, but we're sure willing to find out. So without further ado... KEITH ROTTEN, bring your alcohol soaked carcass down here so we can KICK YOUR ASS AND SEND YOU BACK TO THE GUTTER WHERE YOU BELONG!!!


King of the Cage Tourny: The Quarterfinals

Gemini vs "The Clash" Keith Rotten

6' 2', 245lbs. | 6' 3', 237lbs.

Purgatory | Manchester, England

‘Beautiful People' - Marilyn Manson | 'Anarchy in the U.K.' - Sex Pistols


Gemini drops Keith Rotten with a clothesline before the bell rings. The referee calls for the bell and the cage door is shut and locked. Gemini superkicks Keith Rotten and then stomps away on him. Gemini covers but the referee only counts to one before Rotten kicks out. Rotten gets to his feet and dropkicks Gemini, staggering him. He then tries for a fisherman suplex but Gemini backdrops his way out of it. Rotten goes for a forearm smash on Gemini, but Gemini blocks and counters with a rolling elbow smash to the face. Gemini covers Keith Rotten hooking the leg. Rotten again kicks out at one.

BS: It looks like Rotten is in for a long night in there against Gemini.

GM: It's to be expected when you're in there with that psycho.

Gemini misses an attempted high knee on Rotten, but Rotten avoices the move, comes from behind, and bulldogs Gemini into the mat. He follows up with an elbowdrop. Gemini gets back to his feet and chops Rotten across the chest. He then locks on a cranial claw and the referee checks in with Rotten.

BS: This is Gemini's modus operandi. He loves to use that deformed left arm and hand of his to wear opponents down with various versions of the claw.

Gemini releases the cranial claw and gives Keith Rotten a reverse neckbreaker. Gemini covers Keith Rotten hooking the leg. The referee counts: One...two...Rotten gets a shoulder up. Gemini pulls Rotten to his feet and punches him in the head. He then grabs Rotten by the throat and chokeslams him.

GM: Damn! What a chokeslam from Gemini!

Gemini walks over to the cage door and the referee on the outside opens it. Gemini begins to climb out, but then stops and goes back over to where Rotten is pulling himself up.

BS: Can you believe this? Gemini had a chance to walk out of the cage and win the match but is instead opting to punish Keith Rotten further!

GM: Classic Gemini.

Rotten dropkicks Gemini, staggering him. He then scales the ropes and executes a moonsault, bringing Gemini down. After taking a few second to recover, he applies the the figure-four leglock on Gemini. The referee checks in with him.

BS: I don't think he'll get Gemini to submit. I daresay it'd be the first time anyone ever has.

GM: He may not, but he can wear him down with it.

Rotten breaks the hold and drops an elbow down onto Gemini's leg. Rotten then pulls Gemini up and executes an inverted DDT. Rotten steps up on the second rope and jumps off with an elbowdrop onto Gemini, but Gemini gets a foot up into Rotten's face. Gemini chops Keith Rotten down and then stomps away at his right knee.

BS: Uh oh. This isn't looking good for Keith Rotten. It looks like Gemini is starting to set him up for the Torquemada.

GM: If he locks that on, Rotten can call it a night.

Gemini picks Rotten up and brings him crashing back down with a crotch slam. Rotten stumbles to his feet and Gemini unleashes the second chokeslam of the match.

BS: Damn! I said damn! Gemini is taking this kid to school now!

Gemini stomps on Rotten's once again. He picks Rotten up for what appears to be an atomic drop, but instead throws Rotten into the cage, with his right colliding with one of the steel support beams. Rotten holds his knee while the referee tries to check on him but Gemini shoves the referee aside and stands over the fallen Brit.

BS: Keith Rotten is obviously injured, but I don't think Gemini gives a damn!

GM: Hey, why should he? The goal in this match is to win by any means necessary. Gemini wants to be King of the Cage!

Gemini pulls Rotten up by his hair. Rotten throws a few punches but none of them connects as he's having to favor his injured knee. Gemini suddenly sweeps Rotten's leg out from under him, but before Rotten can fall to the mat, Gemini catches him in a reverse facelock and drops him with an inverted DDT.

GM: It's over! That's the move Gemini sets the Torquemada with!

Gemini gets a look of delight on his face as he applies the Torquemada on Rottne. The referee checks for the submission.

BS: Give Rotten credit here! He's trying to escape despite being in terrible pain!

GM: He tapped! He tapped!

BS: He has indeed! Keith Rotten has tapped out!

Rotten continues to pound on the mat but Gemini does not release the hold. The referee begs, pleads, pries and pulls, but Gemini does not budge until Rotten finally blacks out in pain.

Winner: Gemini


BS: ROTTEN GIVES! He gave up! Gemini advances!

GM: DAMN! Not him! Anyone but him!

BS: And it looks like Rotten is gonna have a solo fight at Genesis as he now knows he'll be facing Goodbody!

GM: Damn not Gemini ....

BS: Folks we've got to cut away, but when we come back we've got second half action in the King of the Cage tourney!


[Gottfried and Tribal Instinct walk around the backstage area, talking about the events earlier. Gottfried wishes them a good evening and they separate. Gottfried continues down the hallway until he sees Chris Lehew. He breaks into a sprint and catches up with Lehew, who is chatting with his trainers.]

Lehew: Man, I'm glad we outsmarted those Junon geeks. So what did you think, guys? I liked the part where I beat the living hell outta Angelus, what about you?

Steve: Yessir.

Adrian: Oh, yessir.

[Gottfried jerks Lehew around and gets in his face.]

Gottfried: Just what in the name of God do you call THAT, Lehew?! Where do you come off blowing up my ring! Do you have any idea what that's going to cost me? Or what I'm supposed to do about the rest of the event? And why were you there anyway!?

[Lehew looks over to Gottfried, motioning for him to calm down. ]

Lehew: I did what I did to prove myself to you.

Gottfried: Prove yourself?

Lehew: I tore Angelus apart to prove my worth to SSN.

Gottfried: Well that was pretty clever, but Jesus, Lehew, couldn't you have used the door or something?

Lehew: Oh, about that...

[Lehew reaches into a duffel bag sitting at his feet, removing a massive wad of cash and hands it to Gottfried. ]

Lehew: I've also taken the liberty of calling in some specialists ahead of time to fix the ring. It shouldn't take them more than a few minutes.

[Gottfried begins to count the money, his jaw agape. ]

Gottfried: Welcome to the team, Chris, welcome to the team. Have you met Sky yet?

[Gottfried throws an arm over Lehew's shoulder as the two begin walking down the hallway, conversing quietly. ]

BS: That ungrateful ....

GM: Keep quiet little man Lehew is about to make way more money than you!

BS: I don't care. Folks it's time for second half action and it's going to be Somekawa taking on Tabu.

GM: The loser of the EWI must make this final ditch effort to save his name, but he's gonna have a VERY difficult time as he has to face the man from Japan. Thinks don't look good for the man from India.

BS: Let's get back in the cage for our next match!


King of the Cage Tourny: The Quarterfinals

Toshiro Somekawa vs Tabu

5' 10', 228lbs. | 6' 2', 240lbs.

Akihabra, Japan | Bombay, India

'Take It' - Insane Clown Posse | 'Hate Me Now' - Nas & Puff Daddy


The two men start off circling each other in the cage. Tabu strikes first and locks up with Somekawa in the middle of the ring. He whips Somekawa, who in turn, reverses the move and sends Tabu into the ropes. Tabu bounces off with a clothesline attempt, but Somekawa ducks it and drives a foot into the chest of Tabu. Tabu tries to regain his breath and is nailed with a forearm smash. Tabu reels back, but doesn't fall. Somekawa continues his assault with a sidekick, but Tabu catches his foot. Somekawa attempts to counter by spinning around to kick Tabu with the other foot, but Tabu ducks it as he releases Toshiro's foot, sending Somekawa off balance. Tabu charges Somekawa and catches him into a full nelson. He lifts Somekawa and slams him to the mat in a suplex.

BS: This match is starting to pick up!

GM: Do you have writers that come up with that crap for you, Bret?

BS: Well, uh, no, I...

GM: Zip it.

Tabu pulls Somekawa up and throws him into the cold steele of the cage. Somekawa clutches his face in pain and stumbles back towards the waiting Tabu. As soon as Somekawa turns around, he is met with a roundhouse kick from Tabu, nearly decapitating the Akihabara native. Leg drop by Tabu. He lifts Somekawa, but is stunned with a stiff knee to the ribs from Somekawa.

BS: Somekawa delivers a series of HARSH chops to the chest of Tabu!

GM: Ouch. He's leavin' a welt.

Somekawa works Tabu into the corner and whips him towards the opposite turnbuckle, but Tabu reverses it and charges towards Somekawa, who is stunned in the corner. Before Tabu connects with a splash, Somekawa pushes himself up and over the head of Tabu so that he lands behind him. Tabu smashes into the turnbuckle at full throttle. He begins to fall back, but Somekawa catches him and sends him to the canvas with a devastating belly-to-back suplex. With Tabu down, Somekawa locks on a cruicifiz kneebar. Tabu writhes in pain.

GM: That's not gonna stop a man like Tabu, and you know it, Toshiro!

BS: He's gotta climb out of the cage to win anyway.

GM: Yeah, but...

BS: Got ya, didn't I?

GM: Shuttup! At least I write my own stuff!

Somekawak hits Tabu with a kneebreaker. He pulls Tabu to his feet and sends him towards the ropes, but Tabu falls to his face halfway there, due to his now-injured knee. Somekawa laughs and advances towards Tabu. He grabs Tabu by the hair and drives a knee into his gut before pummelling him with a series of stiff kicks and punches to the chest and legs.

BS: This man is brutal!

GM: Yeah, he's like a... buzzsaw or something!

BS: Wrote that yourself huh?

GM: Why yes, I did.

BS: Dropkick to the knee by Toshiro Somekawa! I swear, this man is trying to BREAK Tabu's knee!

Tabu falls to one knee and his hit with a kick to the face from Somekawa, only to be followed up with a release German suplex. Somekawa moves towards the walls of the cage and begins his climb. After only getting seven or so feet up, Tabu has managed to limp over to him and pulls him down with a beautifully executed belly-to-back suplex. Somekawa lands directly on his neck. With Somekawa down, and seemingly out of it, Tabu begins to try to climb the cage. He favors his injured leg and slowly makes his way up the cage wall. Halfway up the side of the cage, Tabu's knee gives out and he falls flat on his back in the middle of the ring. He slowly makes his way to his feet and moves towards the door. As he fiddles with the lock on the door, he doesn't notice that Somekawa has come to his senses behind him.

GM: Don't turn around!

Somekawa catches Tabu in a sleeper hold. Tabu thrashes around violently and lifts the smaller man off his feet and rams him into the cage. Somekawa continues to hold on, even though his back has been slashed open. Tabu rams him into the cage another time. Again. Again. Somekawa finally lets go of Tabu's neck and falls to the mat in a slump. Tabu limps to the door once again and tries to unlock it. After a few moments, he gives up and slowly moves towards Somekawa. He pulls Somekawa up and picks him up. He stuffs Somekawa's head between his knees and drives his head through the canvas with a devastating piledriver. Somekawa slowly makes his way to his feet, and holds his kneck in pain. Tabu grabs him by the back of the neck and slams his face into the cage, busting Somekawa's forehead wide open. Tabu pulls Somekawa close to him and tosses him into the ropes. Overhead belly-to-belly by Tabu. Somekawa escapes it!

GM: Whoo hoo! Turn around Tabu! Turn around!

Somekawa lands on his feet and as Tabu turns around he takes the bigger man down with a dragonscrew legwhip, further hurting the knee of Tabu.

BS: Oh no! It looks like... Yes! Somekawa has locked on the Burning Dawn (scorpion deathlock)!!! And Tabu can't tap out!

Tabu tries his best to escape the hold to no avail. After a good minute of torture, Toshiro releases the hold and pulls Tabu up. Tabu can barely stand on his right leg. Toshiro grabs him and tosses him into the cage, just as Tabu had done to him earlier. He does it again and again. He whips him to the opposing side of the cage into the door. Somekawa charges... dropkick by Somekawa! Tabu flies backwards into the door of the cage, busting it open. He starts to tumble out of the cage, but before his feet hit the ground, Somekawa rushes to him and grabs him by the arms. He pulls Tabu onto the apron and vertical suplexes him back into the cage. Toshiro then goes to exit the cage himself. Behind him, Tabu gets to his feet. Somekawa notices him and decides to get one final move in. He lifts himself up onto the ropes and uses the bounce of the ropes to push himself into the air. He lands on Tabu's shoulders and takes the wildman down with a hurricarana!

GM: NO!!!

BS: Tabu catches Toshiro's hurricarana attempt and turns it into a powerbomb!

With Somekawa down, Tabu slowly runs into the ropes and connects with a sloppy looking Asai moonsault on Somekawa! Tabu makes his way to the open door and limps out of the cage.

Winner: Tabu


BS: Well, Tabu has won this one, but I'm not sure how well he'll do in his next match with the way that his knee was treated here! He may be permanently injured!

GM: Oh that's what he gets for LOSING THE EWI! Hahahaha! What goes around comes around, Tabu!

BS: I thought you said it was Hellfighter's fault.

GM: Yeah, but who really cares about him anymore anyways? Eddy Love is the champ now!

BS: Folks I'm being told we've got something going on in the back so ....

Trypp and Brandon Williams make their way to their respective dressing rooms --- SSN members get their own individual rooms while EWIers are forced to shower together -- when Ruiner and a bandaged Angelus jump out from around a corner with lead pipes in hand. They administer a helluva beatdown on Tribal Instinct, leaving the brothers lying on the floor facedown. Angelus tells Ruiner to back off and then bashes the lead pipe into the skull of Trypp Williams. He then stomps on the two of them, taking out his anger from earlier events tonight. He then turns Williams over and stradles his chest. He gets into the face of Williams and says:

Angelus: We may not be able to get extreme at the Pay Per View, but we sure as hell can RIGHT NOW!

[Angelus spits in the face of Trypp Williams and gets up to leave. He soon turns around and, as an exclamation mark, plants a kick to the midsection of Williams.]

GM: Oh they're gonna pay and it's gonna be at Genesis! You don't attack the SSN without redemption!

BS: Are you sure about that? This could very well be EWI's last ditch hope for return.

GM: They need to be buried in a ditch!

BS: Folks it's that time where it all comes to an end cause it's Main Event time! Ash and Dan Ryan. Friends, but in the cage they're foes. How about it Gary?

GM: What can I say? I hate BOTH OF THEM! I hope neither survive!

BS: Words to live by? I don't think so. Let's go to the ring!


MAIN EVENT

King of the Cage Tourny: The Quarterfinals

Ash vs "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan

6' 10', 307lbs. | 6' 7', 355lbs.

Detroit, MI | Houston, TX

'Break Stuff' - Limp Bizkit | 'Ironman' - Black Sabbath


The two men teammates circle each other warily, neither advancing toward the other. Suddenly the two men tie up. The two titans struggle to gain dominance over each other. Finally Ash grabs Dan Ryan by the arm and pulls it down over his shoulder. Ryan winces and grabs the arm, but still keeps an eye on Ash. Ash staggers him with a right hand and then nails Ryan from behind with a belly-to-back suplex.

BS: Ash is taking control early on in this match.

GM: Friendships and alliances are out the window tonight.

Ryan gets to his feet as Ash unleashes a superkick. Ryan catches his foot and shrugs it off. He lashes out with a boot to the stomach and follows up with a double underhook piledriver. Ryan covers. The referee counts: One...two...Ash kicks out.

BS: Devastating move from Dan Ryan, but Ash is still going strong!

Ryan pulls Ash up by his hair and rams his head into the side of the cage. Ash grabs Ryan and rams his head into the cage as well. Both men stagger around for a moment before Ash kicks Dan Ryan in the groin.

GM: Ouch. That'll stop anyone!

Ash superkicks Ryan down. He locks Ryan in a crucifix armbar and the referee checks in with Ryan. Ryan struggles against the hold but is unable to escape.

BS: This is good strategy on Ash's part. By working on the arm, he makes it hard for Dan Ryan to climb the cage or execute the Humility Bomb.

GM: Whoever said he wasn't a thinking man's wrestler?

Ryan gets to the ropes but Ash keeps the hold locked on until the referee's count reaches four. Ryan gets to his feet and ducks down as Ash comes at him with a clothesline. He catches Ash on the rebound and clotheslines him. He quickly pulls Ash up and drops him with a Death Valley Driver. Ryan covers him, hooking the leg securely. The referee counts: One...two...Ash gets a foot on the rope.

BS: Ash gets a foot on the rope, but that's the only saving grace he had there!

GM: That DVD almost broke him in half. Ryan's a monster!

As Ash gets to his feet, Ryan clotheslines him back down. He then walks over to the cage door and the referee on the outside opens it so he can exit. Ash scrambles across the ring on all fours and grabs Ryan's leg. Ryan kicks away at him but Ash holds on for all he's worth. Ryan returns his attention to Ash and the referee shuts the door.

BS: No escape for Dan Ryan this time.

Ash gets to his feet and starts exchanging right hands with Ryan. Suddenly both men run to the ropes and collide in the middle of the ring, clotheslining each other down.

GM: Look at that! They took each other down!

BS: Both men want it bad, but only one of them will make it to the finals to face Gemini!

The crowd begins to stir as Rob Sampson appears at the top of the entrance ramp. He walks to the ring slowly, observing the goings-on inside the cage.

RS: Rob Sampson is here! But why?!

GM: I think he's worried about his little group crumbling to pieces before his eyes!

Ash is first to his feet, followed closely by Ryan. Ash kicks Dan Ryan in the stomach and executes a face crusher. Ash picks his opponent and gets a running start at the cage, but suddenly Ryan grabs Ryan by the hair as well and they both ram each other into the steel support beams of the cage.

BS: Good God! They're down again...and Dan Ryan is bleeding!

GM: Imagine what would happen if these guys hated each other!

BS: Rob Sampson's demanding to be let in the cage, but the referee's not relenting!

Sampson turns as if to leave but then suddenly lashes out with a Show Stopper that sends the referee down. He grabs the key from out of the referee's hand and lets himself into the cage. Suddenly Marcus Gottfried and Sky Suicide run out from the back and knock Sampson away. Sky enters the cage but Sampson follows close after.

BS: This match is breaking down right before our eyes!

GM: And I thought it was bad when just Ash and Ryan were going at it!

Sky starts kicking away on both Ash and Dan Ryan, but Sampson grabs him from behind and slams his head into the cage. Suicide goes down and Marcus Gottfried begins taunting Sampson from ringside. Sampson rolls out of the ring and chases after him, finally catching him after he trips on a set of steps at ringside. Sampson rams his head-first into the steps again and then looks back into the ring where Ash, Ryan, and Suicide are coming to their senses.

BS: What the hell is going on here?!

GM: You're asking me?!

Ash and Ryan both go after Sky and Sampson joins them in the ring as well. Sky lashes out like a trapped animal but maintains a safe distance. Suddenly Sampson unleashes another Show Stopper but Sky ducks and it is instead Dan Ryan who is kicked in the face.

BS: Oh no! Sampson caught his teammate!

Marcus Gottfriend, looking slightly dazed, gets into the ring. Sampson goes after him but Sky Suicide helps out the SSN representative as well. They fight to the outside where Sampson manages to stagger both men with well-placed kicks to the stomach. Back inside the ring, Ash pulls Ryan up and delivers the Burning Sensation. The referee counts: One...two...three!

Winner: Ash


BS: ASH IS THE WINNER! BUT AT WHAT COST!

GM: Sampson is always trying to take the spotlight and just look at him. Going up the ramp like he's somebody ... WAIT THERE'S LOVE!

BS: He's behind Sampson and ... HE JUST MOWED HIM DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! HE'S GOT A MIC!

EL: Guess what Robbie. (kicking at him) I accept. Prepare to eat crow when I take your title and send you out of the SSN!

BS: HE'S CONTINUING THE ASSULT! WAIT!!! HERE COMES THE MECHANICAL ANIMALS! THEY'RE BEATING ON LOVE TOO!!

GM: NO NO NO NO!!! YES YES YES!!! HERE COMES THE SSN AND THEY'RE IN CONTROL!

BS: This is uncalled for! WAIT ... OH YES! IT'S STRIKER, TABU, and ... GEMINI!!! THEY'RE ATTACKING THE SSN!!! IT'S AN ALL OUT BRAWL!!!! Folks we're out of time, but we'll let you know something when we find it out. Tune in next time when we're at the United Center in Chicago for our next Pay Per View GENESIS!!! GOOD NIGHT FROM DETROIT!!!

{Credits Roll.}


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