Ash vs Ruiner

6' 10', 307lbs. | 6' 4', 245lbs.

Detroit, MI | Ontario, Canada

'Break Stuff' - Limp Bizkit | '‘Wish' - Nine Inch Nails


["Stupify" by Disturbed cues up and the crowd boos Ash as he walks to the ring. He's wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and is smoking a newly-lit cigar. His now-shaved head gleams in the spotlights of the arena. He grabs a mic and climbs into the cage.]

A: Tonight... I face Ruiner. Many of you may think that Ruiner and I have a lot in common but you'd be sorely mistaken. Ruiner, I couldn't care less about your tag team titles. And seeing as how you're absolutely obsessed with them, I don't see how you could give a rat's ass about the tournament. And THAT will be your undoing. So you're pro-EWI? I was. Yes, I was pro-EWI and where did that get me!? I lost my title, I took a pay cut! THAT's where it got me! I'm no longer pro-EWI!

[The crowd boos.]

A: BUT... but I'm also not pro-SSN! I am pro-ASH. Nothing more. I'm tired of this bulls*** war we've got going on! I'm not going to sell out and join EWI just to get a cheap babyface pop from the crowd like one"Mr Main Event" Rob Sampson did! Ruiner, be assured... when you step in this cage, your career will have taken a turn for the worse. When you step in here with me, you risk your career and your health and the thing is... I don't give a f***. Just take it as a precaution. You saw what happened to my opponent last week... Don't think that the same can't happen to you. I don't care about you. I don't care about your Animals. I don't care if you're friends with Marilyn Manson, because what is that skinny little fraud going to do to ME? You're nothing to me, Ruiner. You're nothing but another opponent that I must destroy to move on to the World Title that is meant for me!

[Ash drops the mic and awaits his opponent.]

Ruiner walks out and climbs into the cage. Ash catches him coming in with a clothesline. He immediately follows up with a belly to belly suplex. The referee counts: one, two...Ruiner kicks out.

BS: Ruiner won't go down that easily, Ash.

GM: I hope not! I picked Ruiner to win!

Ash pulls Ruiner up and executes an over-the-shoulder arm breaker. Ruiner holds his arm close to his side after that, but Ash doesn't let up. He kicks Ruiner in the midsection and follows up with a shoulder breaker. Ash goes for the cover and gets two before pulling Ruiner up. The referee reprimands Ash but is ignored. Ash whips Ruiner face-first into the cage and when Ruiner comes back up, blood is seen covering his forehead.

GM: No! Ash has busted him open!

Ash hits a face crusher that leaves a blood stain on the mat. He then picks Ruiner up and goes for an Irish whip but Ruiner reverses it and catches Ash with a boot to the stomach on the rebound. Ruiner goes for a DDT, but Ash drops to his knees and low blows him. Ash then picks Ruiner up for the Burning Sensation and gets the pin.

Winner: Ash


BS: Ash advances to the next round with a convincing win over Ruiner.

GM: Dammit! So much for my streak tonight.

BS: Hold on, what's this?!

[Tribal Instinct run down to the ring and enter the cage. The two men pound on Ruiner relentlessly and then finish him off with the Final Sacrifice. Suddenly Ash gets in both men's faces and clotheslines them down to the mat. Tribal Instinct get back up and go after Ash as he tries to leave the ring, pounding him with fists and kicks. Ash eventually fights the two men off and he leaves the ringside area while giving the SSN reps the finger. After Ash leaves, Angelus runs down to help Ruiner to the back and TI grabs the mics.]

TW: Angelus, Ruiner... You two think you're something don't you? I'm sure that you really think that you're contenders for our belts, don't you? You figure, "Hell, if we can't win the titles from Tribal Instinct, well why don't we just steal 'em?" right?

BW: Wrong. You pulled the oldest, most cliched trick in the book, girlscouts. You stole our belts. Big deal. That doesn't mean that we're not still the champs. Who the hell are you to think that you can take our belts and YOU call the shots on what terms we get them back?! You seem to think that just because you shoot hour and a half long promos that you deserve a title shot when in fact, you should've never even had a shot in the first place.

TW: You see, we talked to Mr. Gottfried about it and he let us in on a little secret. It seems that the only reason you got a shot at our titles in the first place is because you threatened to quit the company, is that it? You never deserved a shot at them and you still don't. You want to face us in a Long Hard Road Out of Hell match, right?

[Williams looks to the Animals who stand half-way up the entrance ramp.]

TW: Too bad. Request: DENIED!

BW: I guess you're wondering how we'll get our titles back, aren't you? Well, we've got that handled.

["Darkside" by Crazy Town cues up and Marcus Gottfried steps out onto the top of the entrace ramp, along with 187. He produces a microphone from his pocket and begins to address the Mechanical Animals.]

MG: Let it be known, Mechanical Animals. No one crosses the SSN! I'm sure you thought you were clever by stealing those belts, but in a minute, you're going to wish you hadn't. Those belts that you stole from Tribal Instinct are now officially RETIRED! They're worthless! Keep them if you want, but you might as well melt them down and sell them to a pawn shop, because as of now that's all they're good for!

[The Animals look shocked.]

MG: So where does this put the tag team division? Same place it was before. Saul?

[Saul emerges from the back with two brand new belts in hand. He holds the belts up for the crowd to admire and they greet him with boos.]

MG: These... are the NEW SSN Tag Team Titles! Saul, 187, please do the honors.

[187 and Saul walk right past the Mechanical Animals and into the ring and present Tribal Instinct with the Belts.]

MG: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the SSN Tag Team Champions... Tribal Instinct!

[The crowd boos as Gottfried continues talking.]

MG: Now, as Trypp said earlier... There will be NO Long Hard Road match! I cannot risk the health of my SSN employees in a ratings-grabbing gimmick death match! [The boos intensify.]

MG: But... but you will face Tribal Instinct in a title match, so don't get your fishnet panties in a wad. You will face them in MY kind of gimmick match. You will meet Tribal Instinct in the middle of that ring. It will be a flat out WRESTLING match. There will be NO hardcore elements. There will be no Pro-EWI members anywhere near that ring! If you decide to so much as bring a chair into the ring... If you so much as have Rob Sampson or Dan Ryan standing at the top of the entrance ramp, then you will automatically be disqualified from the match and suspended INDEFINITELY! You want to get extreme... go somewhere else! This is SSN and you will play by MY rules! YOU WILL WRESTLE.

["Darkside" cues up and Gottfried walks to the back followed by 187, Saul, and Tribal Instinct, who smirk at the Mechanical Animals as they waltz past them and point to their new belts.]

BS: Well, Marcus Gottfried is one busy man tonight.

GM: He's the boss. Goes with the territory.

BS: Ah well. Fans, I'm being told up to no good backstage now! Let's get a camera back there.

[The camera opens up on the backstage area, particularly the snack table, Gemini, fully in costume now, has snuck out to grab something to eat. He takes a couple of celery pieces, a couple of packets of sugar, some salami and a Mars Bar and proceeds to make a bizzarre sandwich out of the mixture. He searches among the beverages presented for the staff, and recovers a small bottle of prune juice. Happily, Gemini starts to munch on his lunch while a nearby crew member watches in total horror. Gemini continues eating and doesn't notice the crew member until he takes a swig of the prune juice. Shocked by the expression on the man's face, Gemini turns and addresses him.]

Gemini: What?

CM: How... how can you eat that?

Gemini: Hey, you have institution food for seven years and see what your eating habits are like!

[Behind Gemini, Saul E Dangerously enters the room, 187 in tow. He spies Gemini and a happy smile crosses his face.]

SED: Hey two face!

Gemini: (Turning around.) Wha... ah.. crap.

SED: Gemini, today is your lucky day.

Gemini: That's odd, we don't feel all that lucky all of a sudden.

SED: Well, it is Gemini, because the network is going to grant you your release. Marcus feels you would probobly fit in better with another federation, so we're gonna pay you off an let you go. Just sign here... (Produces contract.)

Gemini: We're not signing that Saul. Forget it.

SED: Forget it? FORGET IT?!?!? Do you... (Composes himself.) Look, Gemini, Marcus wants you gone, and what Marcus wants, Marcus gets. It's that simple. Now he's gone to great lengths to make your exit as painless as possible, so I strongly reccomend you take it.

[Gemini takes the contract from Saul's outstretched hand. He glances at it for a second, then uses it to wipe away a few specks of food at the corners of his mouth. Then he deliberately and slowly tears it in half, then in half again, finally throwing the pieces into Saul's face. Saul stands motionless for a second, then takes a deep breath before he speaks.]

SED: The hard way it is.

[Without warning and as quick as a snake, 187 punches Gemini in the face driving the smaller man back. He boots Gemini in the gut, then hits him with a front facebuster. Gemini staggers back and slams into the food table, drinks and appetizers scattering everywhere as the table collapses. 187 steps back and allows Saul to speak with Gemini again. He reaches into his jacket and produces a second contract. He kneels down and waves it under Gemini's nose.]

SED: Just sign it Gemini. Trust me. You don't want to try and fight SSN.

Gemini: (BEEEP) you Saul.

[Gemini spits blood onto the contract and smiles a disturbing smile at Saul. Saul sighs and stands back. 187 cracks his knuckles and smiles an equally disturbing smile. ]

187: You must be a crazy guy to wanna take me on. Not that I won't enjoy kicking your ass...

Gemini: (laughing) You kick our ass? Not a chance lackey, you hit like a girl.

[Snarling, 187 whips a big foot forward, looking to kick gemini in the face, Gemini is ready for him this time though and steps past the move grabbing the vulnerable 187 in the process. The extended leg leaves 187 wide open for a T-bone suplex, and that is exactly what Gemini hits him with, driving him through what was left of the food table. 187 lays numbly in the wreckage, stunned from the impact, Saul stands stock still, viewing the wreckage calmly but obviously unnerved by what he has just witnessed. Saul's hands shake just a little bit as he produces yet another contract from his jacket.]

SED: Sign it Gemini, I won't ask you again.

[Gemini reaches forward and takes the contract from Saul, crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder and in the general direction of 187. The he deliberately reaches forward and grabs Saul by the tie. He starts to say something, when suddenly Cole Steele flies into the picture and clips Gemini's leg from behind. Gemini winces as his leg gives out and he drops to one knee and releases Sauls tie. Saul quickly steps back and away from the fray as this happens. Gemini tries to turn and deal with the new threat, but as he does so Trypp lands a savage kick to his jaw, knocking him flat. Brandon, Trypp and Cole then proceed to spend the next few minutes stomping and kicking Gemini into submission. Saul stands aside, watching impassionately. Finally, the SSN thugs step back, Cole speaking to Saul as he does so.]

Cole: Whattaya want to do with freakazoid here?

Saul: There's a storage room in the back area. Lock him in there.

Brandon: Outstanding! I never liked this piece of (BEEEP) anyways.

Trypp: Guess Gemini will be the toughest guy in the unemployment line.

Brandon: Good one Trypp!

Cole: Lets get this done... I've got a marketing meeting in about twenty minutes.

187: (stands woozily.) That little prick! I can't believe that lucky shot he got in!

Cole: (Sarcastically) Oh yeah. You mopped the floor with him.

187: You saying I'm a pussy? (Steps forward angrily.)

Saul: Gentlemen PLEASE! Take our former co-emplyee to the back and lets be done with it. We all have things to do.

187: I don't.

Saul: (Irritated.) Fine. I guess you can make sure the door stays locked and Gemini takes an uninterupted nap then won't you?

187: Ah... crap.

Cole: C'mon, c'mon! Lets get this done! I got things to do!

[The men grab Gemini and drag him down the hallway and around the corner. They follow Saul to a small storage room filled with shelves and garbage cans. Brandon and Trypp grab the semi concious Gemini and fire him into a wall of shelving, the shelving collapses under the impact, falling over and burying Gemin in a pile of paper towels, plastic bottles and the odd plunger. Saul ushers the men out of the room closes the door and locks it. He puts the key in his pocket and turns to walk away.]

187: Hey! I don't get to pay him back for that cheap shot?

SED: I don't have time for this 187, I've got contracts to finalize, deals to broker and I have to be in Albequerque tomorrow to judge some potential new valets. Get over it.

187: But...

SED: I said get over it! Just make sure he doesn't come out that door!

187: Fine. He won't get past this door boss. Whatever you say.

[Tribal Instict, Cole Steele and Saul all walk away as a large group. 187 sighs... he looks around and spots a chair. He grabs it and sets it up next to the door. Angry, the large man mutters to himself...]

187: Do this, do that... man I never get any respect from these guys...

{As the camera fades out it fades back in on Sanders and McFarland at the announcer's table.}

BS: Oh my God. They're going to lock Gemini up?!

GM: Looks that way to me. Oh well, it's not like Gemini isn't used to being locked up.

BS: That's not funny, Garrett!

GM: Sue me.

BS: Don't I wish. I don't know what to make of this. Let's just go to the ring for an interview.

(The arena lights dim until no light is left on, the SSN insignia flashing on the 'extreme screen' is brilliant gold letters. After a few seconds of this, the insignia fades out of view, the words, 'All that glitters: Chris Lehew' scrolling across the still darkened screen, blood-red in color. Suddenly, without warning, 'All about the benjamins (Rock Remix)' by Puff Daddy blasts over the speakers, pictures of 'Chris Lehew' flickering on the 'Extreme Screen'. After a short while, Chris Lehew walks out from the back, pausing a moment as he comes into view, then continues down the ramp, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Two men, clad in black walk out from the back as well, walking down the ramp to stand at either end of the ring as Lehew slides under the bottom rope to the center, grabbing a mic. He stands there a while, grinning widely as he surveys the crowd, left hand in the pocket of his black cargo pants, other hand gripping the mic firmly. He inclines his head, shaking it once quickly, tossing locks of raven-black hair out of his eyes, then speaks in a soft, but forceful tone.)

Chris Lehew: You know, I kind of like it here in the SSN owned EWI. I AM, after all, the SSN's 'new rookie sensation'. And I feel I'm off to a good start. Don't you?

(Lehew smiles, glancing at the Extreme Screen as it shows a clip from his match against 'Lars Magellan', mainly: Lehew using his 'Pay Dirt' maneuver on Lars.)

CL: As of now, I'm one for zero. I'm sure I'll add more wins to my list. I DID defeat the 'undefeated', you know. Now, down to business. I came out to say basically two things…here goes.

(Lehew turns around, glancing at the crowd that was once behind him)

CL: I'd just like to say that it's an honor to be working for SSN. It's great to be around people I have something in common with. Namely, Sky Suicide. Oh sure, at Meltdown I was talking trash and the like, but that was before I noticed the 0's in his paycheck. Anyone who has the money to do what he wants, like me, is okay in my book. Now, some of you might wonder why I joined up with SSN. The answer is quite obvious. I don't want my beautiful face to be ruined because of some 'extreme' or 'hardcore' match. Look at it. It's PERFECT. I don't want it ruined, because some idiot puts me in a match, involving rooftops or weapons. I don't give a damn about the normal cuts and bruises one would get from a 'normal' wrestling match…I've already got a few from training…(he grins)…and kicking Lars' ass. It's the wounds from weapons, and falls from high above I don't want. I've heard about Mr. 'Inferno' and his severe case of ass-kicked syndrome from those type of matches. I'm not interested.

(He smirks, then continues, pulling his hand from his to gesture as he speaks.)

CL: Now that I've gotten out of the way…I'd like to make a challenge. Seeing as someone like me already has the Cruiserweight title, I see no reason to go for that one. Cheers, Sky.

(He swivels on his heels, gazing into another part of the crowd)

CL: So, I'll go for a different title. The TV title. So, I openly challenge any number TV-title contender(s).

(Pauses a moment, frowning about as the crowd reacts with chants of 'Zeeero! Zeeero!' he waits for the cheers to die down, then continues.

CL: But I'm sure one of you will accept. Until then…

(He grins, speaking to the audience.)

CL: Au Revoir.

(The men at either end of the ring move to one end, pulling up the top rope for Lehew to exit the ring. He tosses the mic to the corner as he exits, then makes his way up the ramp quickly, the dark-clad men following close behind.)

BS: Does the SSN ever stop?

GM: They don't have to. They own the joint.

BS: This is just sad. Well, our next match features Tabu taking on Jesse Falcon. Any thoughts on this one, Garrett?

GM: Tabu's crazy. The guy isn't right. Falcon's a smart guy, but I don't think he'll be able to adjust to Tabu's unpredictability.

BS: That match...is next.

(Fade into Tabu’s locker room. Sweet Melissa is standing up facing the camera, with Tabu seated on a bench in the background, with a towel over his head.)

M: We are just minutes away from the match Tabu has had on his mind since yesterday…against Jesse Falcon. Jess, are you sure you want to go through with this? Are you sure you can handle the slaughter you are being led into? Because you see, although Tabu is a little more conservative in his actions, once he is in that cage…he has flashbacks…he snaps…and there is nothing I or anyone can do about that. I guess you can thank our friends at SSN for scarring him for life with that. Regardless, you are in for a night you will soon not forget. Tabu is focused, he is ready, and he is going to give you the beating of your life! Tabu, do you have anything to add? (Smiles)

(Tabu looks into the camera. His eyes express the look of rage. He throws the towel off of his head, growls, and clinches his fists.)


Tabu vs "Furious" Jesse Falcon

6' 2', 240lbs. | 6' 2', 223lbs.

Bombay, Indiana | Dallas, TX

'Hate Me Now' - Nas & Puff Daddy | 'Cowboy' - Kid Rock


["Cowboy" by Kid Rock cues up and "Furious" Jesse Falcon walks out to the ring to a cheering audience. He's wearing a red t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The words "Films of Fury" are scrawled across the shirt in black. He also sports a red cowboy hat and mirrored 'police shades.' He walks into the cage with a microphone and sits on one of the turnbuckles before speaking.]

FJF: So tonight I face Babu. Tonight I face the man who LOST the EWI for all of us.

[The crowd boos.]

FJF: I know, I know. It sucks, right? Well, tonight I will exact revenge on behalf of everyone who is pissed off at this fella! I mean, let's face it! If he couldn't beat Eddy Love, the lord knows that the big goon can't beat ME! So, Babu... you come on down to this ring and you try to beat me. It should be fun, by all means. I'm just hoping that you make it even MORE interesting by letting your... old nature come out and you can try to get a lil' bit... extreme. That really doesn't matter though, partner, 'coz you're stepping in the ring with a master. You see, Babu... My plan is working. It all started when I let Sky Suicide beat me for the Cruiserweight Title. It continued last week when I beat that guy... uh... Tony Parrot? Something like that. That was by far one of the easiest victories that I've had in a long time.... until tonight.

[Falcon lowers the microphone and appears to be thinking.]

FJF: The way I see it, you're still probably upset about... eh, you know.... losing the ENTIRE COMPANY! Sure, it was Hellfarter's fault in the long run, but there towards the end.... well, you dropped the ball, my man! So, c'mon! Gimme a daggum challenge, a'ight? Get your crazy ass into this cage cage and use your imagination and pretend that this is Tabu vs Eddy Love Part 2... Only thing is, the outcome's gonna be exactly the same.

[Falcon grins and drops the mic, hops off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to start.]

Tabu makes his entrance and climbs into the cage. The two men lock up, with Tabu gaining the early advantage and powering Falcon to the corner. Tabu connects with an elbow to the face and follows up with a series of kicks to the midsection. The referee calls for the break, allowing Falcon to get out of the corner. The two men lock up again, but this time it's Falcon with a knee to the midsection. Falcon follows up with a series of right hands that staggers Tabu and then clotheslines him down. Tabu walks around the ring and walks around to regain his senses. Falcon charges but a low blow from Tabu stops him dead in his tracks. Tabu quickly follows up with a leaping face buster and then goes for the cover. One...two...Falcon kicks out. Falcon comes to his senses and attempts an enzuigiri, but Tabu ducks. Tabu waits for Falcon to stand up again and charages with a clothesline but Tabu ducks under it and comes up behind Tabu and executes a Russian legsweep. Falcon wastes no time in bring Tabu back to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. He catches Tabu on the rebound with a Samoan Drop. Falcon attempts to execute his Fury Bomb maneuver but Tabu rolls out of the way. Tabu quickly executes a triple jump moonsault on Falcon and get the pin seconds later.

Winner: Tabu


BS: Tabu advances! That was a good match, but Tabu was the better man here tonight.

GM: Tabu could easily become King of the Cage with his attitude and demeanor.

BS: No doubt about it. Fans, our cameras have caught up with 187 again. Let's go backstage!

[The camera refocuses on 187 as he sits bored on his chair outside of the storage room. He appears to have found a magazine of some sort to keep him occupied. The camera zooms in to reveal that the magazine is Cosmo... one of the articles on the front cover is 101 sex secrets he wants you to KNOW... RIGHT NOW!]

187: Huh... I didn't know that...

[Abruptly, the metal door on the store room bulges outward as if from a heavy blow. Startled, 187 drops the magazine and stands to face the door. A cocky look crosses his face as the door suffers another heavy impact.]

187: Give it up freak! It's a steel door! There's no chance you're getting outa there! You don't get your match tonight! You're done in the EWI! (Another massive crash from inside the room.) Give it up freak! You shoulda taken Saul's offer you dumb (BEEEP)!

[The crashings continue inside the room. 187 shakes his head disgustedly and picks up his magazine.]

187: Stupid freak...

{The camera cuts away and goes back to the announcer's table.}

BS: Um, why doesn't the fact that Gemini is able to dent a steel door not bother 187 in the least?

GM: Because Gemini may be a freak, but not even he is getting through that door.

BS: That remains to be seen. After all I've seen during my tenure here, I believe anything can happen.

GM: Yeah, well...you're gullible.

BS: Ahem. Alright, let's keep this show going. Up next we have some tag team action as Simply Stunning take on The Electric Company.

GM: Simply Stunning will win.

BS: How do you know?

GM: Simple. The other team is named after a stupid kid's show.

BS: Oh jeez. Let's go to the ring.


The Electric Company vs Simply Stunning

Combined Weight 486lbs | Combined Weight 555 lbs

Osaka, Japan | Sunderland, England

'Stayin' Alive' - The Bee Gees | "Let Me Entertain You" - Robbie Williams


The Electric Company enter the ring first. Simply Stunning rush the ring and start pounding away. Hardy hits a drop kick that sends Hercules to the floor. Wilcox sends Go to the far ropes and hits a standing drop kick. Hardy flies over the top rope and hits Hercules with a flying body press. Hercules twisted his ankle and seems to be favoring it. Michael Hardy gets in his corner as Simon Wilcox pulls Go Kanzaki to his feet and sends him into the corner. Michael Hardy throws his hands up and Simon Wilcox comes in and hits a monkey flip to throw Go Kanzaki out of the corner. Simon reaches over and tags in Michael Hardy d who climbs to the top rope and comes off with a flying leg drop. Michael Hardy drops a elbow across his chest and Michael Hardy pulls Go Kanzaki up to his feet and tags in Simon Wilcox. Simon heads to the top rope as Michael Hardy sends Go into the ropes and hits a tilt a whirl back breaker and then Simon Wilcox comes off the top rope with a moonsault. Simon Wilcox with the cover. One..Two..Three.

Winner: Simply Stunning


BS: Simply Stunning get the win quite easily.

GM: Told ya so.

BS: Yes...I know you did, Garrett.

GM: Someday you'll learn to listen to me.

BS: Maybe...if you're lucky. Fans, our main event of the evening is next. Let's go backstage for a word with Rob Sampson.

[The scene fades to the backstage area where Victoria McCave stands with "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson. McCave is dressed in her usual attire and Sampson is dressed in his wrestling attire.]

VM: Rob, it's round 2 of the King of the Cage tournament and you have to face your friend and teammate, Dan Ryan. How are you going to approach this match?

RS: I've said before that I'll treat it no differently than any other match I've wrestled and I meant. Dan, there's no secrets between you and I. We know each other very well...perhaps too well, but that's neither here nor there. Tonight, we'll go at it inside the confines of a steel cage. There are only two ways to win: one of us pins the other, or one of us climbs out of the cage. Knowing you as I do, I have a feeling that you'll try to bust my ego but you'll find that's a lot harder to do when you're dealing with me.

VM: Besides yourself, who else do you think could become King of the Cage?

RS: Obviously Gemini has to be taken into consideration, as does Ash. Those two are about as hardcore as they come. But...I think Tabu could surprise everyone and come out as King of the Cage.

VM: It's funny you mention Tabu since you'll be defending the Federation championship against him at Shockwave. What do you...

RS: Hold it right there, Vickie. I have all the respect in the world for Tabu, but he's not my problem tonight. I'll worry about him in due time, but right now there's a guy who stands 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 355 pounds and as far as he's concerned, I have a bullseye on my chest. That's fine though. I'd expect nothing less from him. Tonight, Dan, that cage is MY funhouse...and it's YOU who's going on a ride you'll never forget. We'll see who's ego gets busted tonight. Bank on that.

VM: Back to you guys at ringside.

[Fade out.]

BS: Sampson looks confident and he could very well become King of the Cage, but Dan Ryan is not an easy opponent.

GM: I don't care for either of them, but this should be a good match since they both know each other really well.

BS: Indeed it could. And now...

[The production crew cues up Gemini's music, the pyro lights... and nothing happens.]

Cue up: Beautiful People - Marilyn Manson

[There is yet another flash of pyro and as the smoke clears, Gemini appears onstage, microphone in hand. The camera flips back to the production booth, where Saul E. Dangerously sits bolt upright with what can only be described as an unhappy look on his face.]

SED: What the HELL?

Gemini: Well, Well, Well... Gottfried, it looks like your ass...belong to us!

(The camera cuts away from Gemini briefly to show Saul bolting out of the video room and down the stairs.)

Gemini: Cameron Cruise, we really have to apolagise to you for hammering on your knee in the cage. Really. We didn't mean to do that. What we really wanted to do was... BREAK YOUR KNEE PRETTY BOY!

(Saul darts down the stairs and sprints towards the storage room, he flies around the corner and startles 187.)

SED: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?

187: (Falls off chair.) What? What? What'd I do?

(The camera cuts back to Gemini onstage wtih the microphone... where he continues to address the crowd.)

Gemini: You see Cameron, it wasn't personal. We don't give a crap whether you live or die, but unfortunately, you were standing in our way. You see Cruise, we really, really, reeeeeaaaalllly want that shot at the title, whoever holds the damn thing. That way we can take the belt, walk into Gottfrieds posh little office and tell him to KISS OUR ASSES!

(The camera cuts back to Saul and 187 again saul frantically tries to open the door on the storage room. 187 bleats like a confused sheep behind him.)

187: What? What'd I do wrong? He didn't come out boss... I swear it!

(Camera cuts back to Gemini onstage.)

Gemini: So at any rate Cruise, your knee, the ass kicking, your trip to the hospital and your extended stay in traction... don't take any of this stuff personal. Because you see, we'd like to play nice Cruise, we would've liked to have had a good long technical match wtih you. A hard fought battle. A fantastic clash between opponents. But frankly, we don't know how to do that. All we know how to do is break bones and smash skulls. Seven years in that mental hospital didn't teach us a whole lot about technical. They only really taught us one thing. How to survive. And tonight, for us to survive, we had to HAND YOU YOUR ASS!

(The camera cuts back to Saul and 187. Sauls stands against the doorframe, his forehead resting on the wall. 187 stands behind him pleading with him as Saul ignores him.)

187: But I did what you told me! You said keep him from coming through the door! He never came through the door! He never did!

(The camera pans left, and stops to focus on a large hole in the back wall that leads into another room. A security person looks back from the other room through the hole.)

Gemini: And Gottfried...what you and your flunkies tried to pull...will not go unpunished!

["Beautiful People" plays once more and Gemini disappears through the crowd.]

BS: Gemini's free!

GM: Dammit! What the hell kinda steroids is he on?!

BS: Uh, let's not even go there, Garrett.

GM: You shut up! SSN is trying to improve things around here and all these jackasses want to stand in their way! It's disgusting!

BS: Well while Garrett calms down, let's go up to the ring!


"The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan vs "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson

6' 7', 355lbs. | 6' 2', 260lbs.

Houston, TX | Cincinnati, OH

‘Zero' - Smashing Pumpkins | ‘Biggest and The Best' - Clawfinger


[The lights go out and the crowd stirs as "TEAM PHENOM" flashes across the screen causing loud cheers as simultaneously "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins starts up and Dan Ryan appears at the top of the ramp wearing a t-shirt with "EWI" in the forefront and a shadowy "Extreme" in the background. Ryan makes his way down to the ring, climbs in and heads for a turnbuckle which he climbs and looks out into the crowd as the music dies down.]

DR: "Let's come right to the point. The first round of King of the Cage was completely ridiculous. I can understand the concept of a warm up match but quite honestly last week I didn't even come close to breaking a sweat. This week things will be quite differently however. You see, Rob Sampson and I go way way back. We know each other like the back of our hands. Quite frankly, you couldn't come up with a more difficult matchup for me simply because of the familiarity factor. So what we're looking at Rob, is who's gonna make that fatal mistake? But let's not get bogged down in threats and rhetoric when we both know what's really at stake here. And it's a win-win situation here isn't it? See, I imagine Marcus Gottfried breathing a sigh of relief with the two of us meeting each other in the second round because it reduces his chances of see one of us win the big title and hand things back over to Zieba where they belong...."

[crowd pops at mention of Zieba]

DR: "But you and I both know that it doesn't really matter which of us does it as long as it's done. So make no mistake about it. I will come right at you Rob, and it will be a war and more than likely the highlight of the show when the most agile and dangerous big man in the business comes face to face with the one and only Showstopper....Mr. Main Event....Rob Sampson. But when it's all over there's one focus and one focus only, and that's on you Gottfried. And Gottfried, you've got this whole idea of how things are around here. You deal in paperwork and legal maneuverings to make and break deals. I feel kinda out of my element here. Thing is, I'm used to dealing in ass kickings. So I guess as an introduction to Dan Ryan 101, I think maybe I'll just break my foot off in your ass right after I take care of some of my kind of business."

[Ryan drops the microphone and awaits Sampson's arrival.]

Rob Sampson makes his entrance next, receiving a huge ovation from the crowd. Once in the ring, both men shake hands and the bells sounds. Both men with a collar and elbow tie up and both men jockey for position. Dan Ryan gets the leverage and applies a side headlock. Rob Sampson takes a step back and slides out with a chicken wing. Dan Ryan throws an elbow and catches Rob Sampson across the temple with the elbow. Rob Sampson releases the hold and both men stand back at a vertical base.

BS: These two know each other so well.

GM: Stop the Bull and get to the match. You'd think they were SSN the way they're wrestling.

Both men circle each other and spring towards each other, but Rob Sampson ducks under and applies a waist lock followed by a release German suplex that sends Dan Ryan crashing to the mat. Rob Sampson is quick to his feet and drives a knee into the knee of Dan Ryan. Dan Ryan uses his free leg to trip up Rob Sampson. Dan Ryan gets back to a vertical base as does Rob Sampson. Dan Ryan springs in suddenly and hits a forearm upper cut that sends Rob Sampson reeling. Dan Ryan hits a swinging neck breaker on Rob Sampson. Dan Ryan uses the ropes for momentum and drops an elbow across the chest of Rob Sampson. Dan Ryan pulls Rob Sampson up and body slams him back to the mat. Dan Ryan climbs up top and goes for the split legged moonsault, but Rob Sampson got his knees up. Rob Sampson catches a small breather and waits in the corner for Ryan to come to his feet. Sampson runs in and drops him with a hard clothesline. Ryan goes down but rolls out of the way of a springboard legdrop from Sampson. Ryan pulls Sampson off the mat and snaps him over with a strong belly to belly suplex. Ryan whips him to the opposite corner and charges in, but Sampson ducks and Ryan goes flying into the cage, opening him up and sending him sprawling backwards into the middle of the ring. Sampson capitalizes by climbing to the top turnbuckle and dropping a big elbow onto Ryan. Sampson limps slowly to the cage door, but Ryan regains his senses and stomps away at the back of Sampson's knee. Sampson slumps in the corner as Ryan stomps away at him and turns to play to the crowd. Ryan turns and pulls Sampson up and hits a double underhook piledriver near the corner.

BS: Devastating move by Dan Ryan!

Sampson lies motionless on the mat as Dan Ryan goes to the ropes and tries another Split-legged moonsault which hits this time. Ryan pulls Sampson up and as he staggers, Ryan goes for a superkick, but Sampson ducks and turns it into a dragon screw take-down. Sampson tries to climb out of the cage, but Ryan is right behind him and they struggle halfway up the cage. Ryan and Sampson trade lefts and rights. Sampson gains the advantage and wraps his arm around Ryan's head in a headlock and they both go tumbling to the mat in an awkward version of a bulldog, leaving both men lying in the ring grasping for air. Sampson slowly comes to first and starts crawling towards the rope as Ryan starts to stir beside him. Sampson pulls himself up on the ropes and slumps over the top rope as Ryan makes it to his feet and approaches him from behind. Sampson, still catching his breath is caught from behind with a release German suplex. Ryan falls to one knee, still shaken up and tries to regain his senses and then pulls Sampson to his feet. Ryan whips Sampson into the ropes and Sampson sucks a clothesline. Ryan turns around and it looks like Sampson's going for the Headliner…but Dan Ryan stops it and spins Rob around and goes for the Humility Bomb, but Rob slides out of it. Rob Sampson drop kicks Dan Ryan who stumbles backwards and threw the ropes, threw the door onto the floor.

Winner: "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan


BS: Oh wow! A dropkick from Rob Sampson sent Ego Buster through the ropes and out the door! Dan Ryan wins!

GM: That has to be considered somewhat of a minor upset!

BS: None the less, Dan Ryan will advance to the next round! Fans, we're out of time! We'll see you at Shockwave! Good night!

(Roll credits)


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