BS: Welcome back everyone. If you're just joining us then you've missed one HELL of a show so far.
GM: From Samspon surprising Commando's ass to The Mechanical Animals attacking everyone in the EWI to Mr. Gottfried making the promise that asses will be fired tonight ... I don't even know what's next!
BS: Well I'm about to tell you right now. Coming up next we've got the returning Inferno who made his presence felt at Shockwave.
GM: And that he did when he showed Zero and Chris Lehew exactly what is up, but then he got a little preasure of his own in the form of ExE who has been on a TEAR since earlier today. And he hasn't had a match yet!
BS: During the break folks ExE had these words to say about his match tonight.
(Scene cuts to ExE in his dressing room)
ExE: Inferno, quite the cruiserweight record you have going. It's rather impressive, in a cruiserweight kind of way. If you remember one thing from this promo, remember, the Cruiserweight division is nothing more than a crowd pleaser. Fans are excited to see people doing all sorts of flips and turns, dangerous moves and stuff like that. Honestly, this league isn't a fan pleaser of any kind, I mean, look at the SSN. You are a cruiserweight my friend and unless you gain some weight and talent real fast, you always will be. Facing me isn't anything like a cruiserweight match, its hardcore. Your experiences with hardcore wrestling are nothing more than illusions, they are kiddiecore. You've got nothing on me. Sure, you've won the cruiserweight title, but let's go over my accomplishments.
ExE: Let's start off in the UWC. My record was approximately twelve and six, twelve wins that is. I was the television champion, two time hardcore champion, and the almost indefinate European champion. I was known as the second top man in that league and I even controlled the most powerful stable. Next, is the Nwcw2000. Here I had a five and one record. I was the telvision champion and the mayhem champion, all within a month. In the nwfw I have a three and zero record plus I've already beaten up some of the leagues best. Here in the EWI, I have a six and two record, plus I've had a television title shot. I've beaten some huge superstars such as Chris Schultz twice, Brian Schwartz twice, and one of the leagues best, Evan Aho twice. I'm soon to be the television champion plus I've got the respect of my fellow colleagues. Now, let's see what you have.
ExE:Your a washed up, ex-cruiserweight champion. You've got no talent and the only reason they keep you on board is to beef up the cruiserweight division a bit. Your record is most likely crap, your wrestling history is pathetic and you yourself are something of an ass. This match is going to be a walk in the park for me, your just a rung on the large television ladder, hell your below me on the ladder but there's no harm in beating you up anyway. You'll be lucky if we don't beat you up half as bad as we've beaten up these other losers tonight.
ExE: Now, on to some more pressing matters. It seems that Gottfried has some sort of feelings after all, who'd a thunk it. Let's get one thing straight right off the bat, Gottfried, we are enemies and always will be. On the other hand, I extend my gratitude on calling the EMT's and security for Angelus and the rest of MA the other night. I realize you probably did this just because of what the press would say, but still. As for the latest SSN actions, well you'll get whats coming to you. It was pretty funny the other night, Eddy Love using you as a human shield. Your fat ass probably felt that now didn't you? Soon enough that fat ass will feel my foot and then your face will feel my fist. Soon enough you'll get 'The Message' if you know what I mean.
(The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
BS: And on that note let's go to the ring for our next match!
Inferno comes to the ring first. Some of the fans cheer while others look in bewilderment, thinking Inferno to still be retired. Exe comes out last and takes a long time to come to the ring. Once at ringside, Exe parades around the ring. Inferno has enough of this and comes flying over the top rope with a sommersault plancha that sends both men into the secuirty railing violently. Inferno gets up first and chops Exe in the chest. Inferno hits a spinning heel kick that sends Exe staggering. Inferno charges, but Exe is still in the match and hits a vicious clothesline that snaps Inferno's head back.
GM: That has Excederine Headache number hundred and three written all over it.
BS: Exe is wasting no time as he picks up Inferno and throws him back into the ring.
GM: Exe just tossed a chair in the ring, I don't think Marcus, is going to like that.
Exe slides in under the bottom rope and grabs the chair and cocks it back, Inferno gets up and Exe swings the chair wildly, but Inferno moves and Exe connects with the turnbuckle. Exe turns around and Inferno dropkicks the chair in Exe's face. Inferno drops a quick elbow to Exe's chest and goes for the cover. One..Two..Kickout.
BS: Oh, Inches away from the victory here Garrett.
GM: He's cheating. Did you see him hit Exe with that chair?
BS: I do believe that Exe brought that chair into the ring.
Inferno climnbs up to the top rope and waits for Exe to get to his feet. Once Exe gets to his feet Inferno comes off with a missle dropkick. Exe ducks out of the way and Inferno connects with the referee. Inferno gets up and checks on the ref. Exe scrambles to his feet and grabs the steel chair.Inferno spins around and dropkicks the steel chair into Exe's face again. Inferno climbs up to the top rope.
GM: Hey, I think we have some unscheduled visitors.
BS: Its Chris Lehew and Zero and they've got weapons.
GM: Zero with a trash can and Chris Lehew with a steel bat to be a little more specific.
Chris Lehew jumps up on the apron and uses the bat to crack Inferno in the knee. Inferno tumbles from the top rope to the floor. Zero stands over his former mentor and blasts him in the head with the trash can. Inferno starts to bleed, Exe sees what's happening and slides out of the ring. Exe pushes Chris Lehew from behind. Chris Lehew starts arguing with Exe, Zero comes from behind and smacks Exe in the back of the head with the trash can. Chris Lehew and Zero just stare at each other for a second before Chris Lehew brings the bat down on Exe's ribs. Zero heads back over to Inferno and pulls Inferno up to his feet and rolls him in the ring.Zero pulls Inferno up to his feet and hits the Zero Hour. Chris Lehew rolls in Exe and Zero tosses Exe on Inferno. Inferno rolls out of the ring, just as the ref starts to come around. The Ref sees Exe on top of Inferno and counts the One..Two..Three.
BS: Why would Zero cost Inferno the victory?
GM: I always wondered if Zero had any brains.
BS: This is a strange one indeed. Folks we've got to cut away, but when we return it'll be The Reaver of The Mechanical Animals taking on Neil Hagen .... NEXT!
The scene cuts to one of the numerous hallways in the backstage area of the arena, where Zero and Chris Lehew, fresh from their interference in the earlier match featuring Inferno and ExE. The two stop at an intersection, glancing about for anyone following. Lehew snickers, looking down at the bloodied steel bat he still holds.
Lehew: That was great! Did you see the look on that washed-up flamer's face?
Zero turns toward Lehew, his face a mask of unemotional brooding.
Zero: Yes. I did.
Lehew notices Zero's monotone voice, chuckling uneasily.
Lehew: Heh, you're still good at sucker punching I see?
Zero wipes a strand of his dark-blonde, chin-length hair of his face, turning away from Lehew. He starts down the hallway, speaking as he leaves.
Zero: Don't think this makes us buddies again or anything, you rich prick.
Lehew watches Zero walk off, a dark sneer on his face.
Lehew: Oh, don't worry about that...champ.
(As Lehew turns the corner and continues down the hall. Stopping at a vending machine, he inserts his money then gets frustrated when nothing comes out. Banging the machine loudly, his choice finally falls in to the area below. As Lehew bends over to pick up the snack, Angelus, Ruiner, and ExE appear behind him.)
Angelus: Lehew.
Lehew stands up and turns around, he is immediately hit in the face with a steel chair. Lehew falls to the ground as ExE, Ruiner, and Angelus all start circle booting him. Lehew struggles to get to his feet but the pressure from the kicks keeps him on the ground. Angelus picks up the wounded Lehew and throws him in to the far wall. Angelus places his left arm acrossed Lehew's throat then begins punching him in the stomache very hard. ExE and Ruiner drag over a nearby table and set it next to the vending machine.
Angelus: Come on Lehew, wheres SSN now? Huh? Where are all your friends now?
Angelus continues to punch Lehew in the stomache very hard until he starts to spit blood. Angelus irish whips Lehew in to the vending machine, Lehew's back hits the glass and shatters it. Ruiner runs over and helps Angelus pick up Lehew, then they preform a double power bomb in to the concrete wall.
Angelus: This is a message for the rest of SSN, we're coming for you. This is just the beginning.
Angelus tosses the barely concious Lehew to ExE, who rolls him on top of the table. ExE picks up Lehew in to a guerilla press, then delivers 'The Message' (Guerilla Press in to Emerald Fusion) through the table. Lehew isn't moving at all now as Angelus grabs a nearby steel pole. Running at Lehew with only one thing on his mind, ExE grabs the steel pole.
ExE: Come on man, he's finished.
Angelus reluctantly drops the steel pole then spits on the fallen Lehew.
(The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
BS: What the Hell?
GM: What is this? MA night? If it isn't MA it's MD and if it isn't MD then it's MA.
BS: Well, in the interest of fairness, it is normally SSN who holds the show.
GM: Shaddup Vinnie Mac!
BS: Don't think you've seen the last of The Mechanical Animals cause, coming up next, we've got The Reaver and he's gonna go toe to toe with Neil Hagen.
GM: The Reaver is as tough as they come and what can you expect from a veteran of the game? Why he has sided with The Mechanical Animals is beyond me because he's much better off without them.
BS: I'm being told that Victoria McCave is backstage and she's caught up with The Reaver!
GM: Considering her ass got kicked to the curb by Aho after picking up Sweet Ass Mel I guess she needs a new meal ticket!
BS: Okay you can stop now.
(The Reaver is seen heading out of his locker room and is carrying a kendo stick in his hands. Victora McGrave comes walking up to him with an EWI/SSN Cameraman)
VM: Reaver, you look more than ready for you match against Neil Hagen, any comments?
(The Reaver looks at VM with a slight smirk)
Reaver: I am more than *ready* and after I get my hands on Mister Hagen, it'll be time for me to go back after my real target...
VM: Who is that?
Reaver (in a dark voice): Vadgar...
VM: Oh, why are you so hell bent on taking him out? He's not even in the building right now.
Reaver: Oh, he'll be here-I know it...and until I can get his carcass into the ring, I guess that I'll have to take my anger out on Neil Hagen.
(The Reaver turns to face the camera, he has a look of barley controled rage in his eyes)
Reaver: Neil Hagen, I've seen you're work and I've seen your past promos and interviews, unlike that scrub that the front office threw at me two weeks ago-you're actually going to be a challenge. In a little while, when I walk down to that ring and face you, it won't be any normal match-It will be a massacare and what I'll do...is anybodies guess.
VM: Wow, you are on the rampage tonight...what happens if you find Vadgar?
Reaver: Oh, you don't want to know-but I am calling him out, Vadgar-me and you at Black Ice PPV in alittle something that your favorite person Angelus came up with...a special kind of match...
VM: Which is?
Reaver: Hard Long Road out of Hell...
VM: ****, you can't be serious, the last time we had a match like that both the Mechincal Animals and the Dark Carnivel came out like crispy critters! Are you serious?
(The Reaver looks at Victora and smiles evilly)
Reaver: *Deadly* serious, But tonight-Neil Hagen, you're up first and I'm in a fighting mood, so you'd better not let me down son or other wise, it'll be back to school for you.
(The Reaver walks out of the camera's view, leaving behind a disturbed Victoria)
VM: Um guys ... I guess it's back to you.
GM v/o: Don't worry honey I hear Kevin Powers has a fistfull of fities with your name all over it.
VM: SCREW YOU GARRETT!
BS: WHOO! Let's go to the ring.
VM: That bimbo. I think she loves me.
Neil Hagan is barely in the ring before Reaver is all over him, pounding him with vicious right hands and kicks to the midsection. The MA member whips Hagan to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a spinebuster and a blatant choke hold right in front of the ref. The ref counts to four and Reaver releases the hold, punt-kicking Hagan in the side of the head before backing off. Neil crawls to his feet, slowly rushing Reaver, but The Reaver ducks and nails a neckbreaker. Hagan gets to his feet again, trying for a DDT, but Reaver reverses it into a Hollycaust Piledriver, also known as "Death Warrant", his finisher. Reaver covers Hagan, and the ref counts: 1.......2.......3
BS: It's over that quick! The Reaver just shocked the Hell out of Hagen with an impressive victory!
GM: Oh man. Someone is gonna get canned!
Reaver exits the ring, briefly celebrating with his manager Kelly before the two head up the ramp. However, before they are halfway up, Vadgar leaps out of the crowd with a steel chair in hand. He sneaks up on Reaver and blasts him in the back of the head. Kelly tries to stop him from continuing, but Vadgar shoves her down on the steel ramp. After some trash talking and slamming the chair down once more on the prone Reaver, Vadgar exits the way he came, through the crowd.
BS: Vadgar has struck again!
GM: He's been a real thorn in the side of The Mechanical Animals and he has struck again attacking The Reaver. Considering how Reaver called him out before the match you would have to think this was justified!
The camera switches once more to the backstage area, where Zero is exiting a locker room, a small black duffel bag in one hand, and the EWI Television Title haphazardly hanging in his other hand, one strap dragging the floor as he walks. He passes by several locker rooms, an office or two, and even the occasional bath room before approaching a blind corner. As he walks around it, he collides with a young woman who was coming the other way. The woman stumbles back, almost losing her footing, but Zero extends his hand, steadying her.
Zero: Whoa, sorry lady.
As the camera focuses in on the woman, it reveals that she is none other than Chris Lehew's new girlfriend, Kristina.
Kristina: Oh, that's okay.
The two stand in silence, eyeing each other warily before she speaks.
Kristina: Aren't you that Zero guy?
Zero: Yeah. I am. And you're Chris' latest...acquisition, huh?
Kristinaplaces her hands on her hips, looking at the Television Champion with disdain.
Girlfriend: Hey listen, mister, I don't think it's any of your business what I am.
Zero shrugs, pushing past the her.
Zero: Whatever.
Zero pushes open the nearby exit door and leaves the arena. The camera holds on Kristina, following Zero with her eyes briefly before continuing on her way.
GM v/o: What was that about?
BS v/o: I don't know, but if Zero and Lehew are involved somehow then it can't be good. Folks we'll be right back!
("Anarchy in the U.K." hits the air and the crowd begins to boo as "The Clash" Keith Rotten enters the arena. He has a piece of paper in hand and walks with a cocky swagger. He's wearing a Harbinger of the Apocolypse t-shirt. He grabs a mic and enters the ring.)
Keith Rotten: Hello Mormons! How are you God fearing people doing tonight?
(The Salt Lake City citizens boo adamently)
KR: Good to hear. Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death. Otherwise known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And they are lightweights compared to The Motor City Maniacs, The Darkness, and myself, known to the world as the Harbingers of the Apocalypse. Soon, the HoA will spread like a plague over the EWI/SSN and we will infect all who we come in contact with. Nobody will escape, and nobody will be spared.
(The crowd boos)
KR: YOU KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTHS SHUT WHEN I'M SPEAKING!
(The crowd boos louder. Rotten waits until they die down.)
KR: Now, tonight I have some good news to tell all of you peons. Not that you deserve to hear it, but at Black Ice, I will be getting my long overdue Intercontinental title shot against everyone's favorite SSN lackey, Cole Steele.
(A mix of boos and cheers fill the arena)
KR: The hunt is on, Steele. I'm going to take your title, I'm going to take your spot, and if I feel like it, maybe I'll just take...your...LIFE!
(Rotten throws down the mic and leaves the ring.)
BS: Seems your boy is being searched for by Rotten of The Harbingers of Apocalypse.
GM: This is wrong. This is totally wrong. WHERE IS GOTTFRIED???
BS: I think he's taking his afternoon nap.
GM: You wish.
BS: Folks, up next we've got Ozzy and Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelighty going one on one.
GM: AKA ITS Comelightly, he didn't fare too well in his debut match a couple of weeks back, but he's gone back to straighten himself out and he should be ready to go.
BS: So that attack against Ozzy by The Mechanical Animals won't effect this match at all right?
GM: Well ... that too.
BS: ITS Comelightly had some pre-recorded comments earlier and here they are.
(The face of Isaac Comelightly filled the screen, the cameraman had been instructed to focus on Isaac’s face as he cut his latest promo. Not one bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, Isaac was the picture of calmness and focus. He waited for the nod from the cameraman before he started.)
IC: So….EWI….Ozzy….Isaac Comelightly…… should be good…..should be damn good. What better way for the EWI fans to become associated with the hottest young piece of wrestling property than in this match? When I signed for the EWI I never imagined my second match would be to try and gain face after a loss to the Reaver, but that is what is in front of me….and anyone who knows Isaac Comelightly knows I thrive on such a situation.
All I do know is that I’m going to have to be coming out of the blocks at full speed if I’m to progress, I look around the EWI dressing room and I see young guys who want to prove a point, want to make a name for themselves in wrestling. That’s why they joined the EWI, why be a part of some corporate unit where a guy in a suit tells you what you can and can’t say? Who tells you what moves are okay and what moves are ‘a little too dangerous’, federations where title shots are not given to those who have earned the right in the ring, but by who’s ass they’ve been kissing and for how long. Uh-uh…..this the EWI baby….anything goes….you want to pancha over the ropes and onto the guard rail…go ahead….you want to powerbomb your opponent off the top rope and through the ring announcers table….be their guest. Here you can do and say what the hell you like as long as you entertain the fans…..and the best way to entertain the EWI fans is to bust your opponent open and then kick his ass all over the arena.
This is why I’m so excited to be a part of the EWI, I get free reign over what I do in the ring, I get to be creative at my opponents expense. This is what I promise the EWI fans….I will take high-flying, high octane, brutally offensive wrestling to a new limit while I’m in the EWI……and that spells bad news for my opponents. Sure people have claimed I’m a guy who comes from a moneyed background, but I’m going to prove my worth the old fashioned way….with hard work and chalked up wins.
Isaac Comelightly and the EWI…a perfect combination….a mouth watering prospect that will have the fans in a lather of excitement. I hope to become a high-flying hardcore legend whilst in the EWI, and the road to achieving that starts with me destroying whoever is put in my path. For the moment however, I must wrestle like never before, such a situation is bound to take it out on a man’s stamina and I must be prepared.
Ozzy…….I’ve never met you before……I don’t know much about you….all I know is that you stand between me and winning my first match here in the EWI….that’s all I need to know. You’ve been unlucky enough to be paired up against Isaac Comelightly, and now you have to pay the consequence which in case you hadn’t realised is me kicking your ass like never before. I don’t like to be made to look a fool, and that’s what happened last time I stepped in the ring here in the EWI……not anymore. Tonight Ozzy you face a man so pumped up for this match…..so ready for it….that there is little you can do to alter the match. Isaac Comelightly WILL be a star here in the EWI and I WILL become one of the greatest ever to step foot in the EWI…..you…..well…you’ll be another nobody…..never remembered….a nothing…..that is….after tonight.
Look at me Ozzy……what do you see? A man? A boy? A human being? You know what I see when I look in the mirror? I see a machine….a wrestling machine….a machine that will single-handedly take you apart piece by piece in a few moments time. A machine that is hell-bent on destruction and you are firmly in my sights. Do not be scared Ozzy, do not b fearful….accept your fate….deal with it….for in a few short moments you will meet your destiny when I beat you like a dog in the ring. The crowd will rise and applaud me as I walk out of the ring a winner……while you are carried out a loser. For after tonight…..you…..and the world….will see that success DOES come lightly…..to Isaac Comelightly.
BS v/o: Let's go to the ring for our next match!
With Ozzy already in the ring, 'I Hate Everything About You' - Ugly Kid Joe kicks off and ITS Comelightly, along with Samantha Crinklewood, make their way to the top of the rampway to a chorus of cheers. Once making their way down to ringside, ITS Comelightly slides in and the bell rings to start the match. Feeling the effects from the attack by The Mechanical Animals earlier in the show, Ozzy proved to be off his game when ITS Comelightly was hitting his moves with such ease and no defense. At one point Comelightly whipped Ozzy into the ropes and connected with a spinning heel kick that dropped Ozzy like a sack of potatoes. After that Comelightly ran to the ring corner and leaped to the top turnbuckle only to explode on Ozzy with a corkscrew moonsault. Feeling he had the match won, Comelightly whipped Ozzy into the ropes again and nailed a spinebuster pushing all of the wind out of Ozzy. Comelightly, looking out into the crowd, then went to the top rope again and hit his Easy Street Spin (420 degree moonsault) and was about to go for the pin, but he pulled up and moved his fingers as to say not yet. Comelightly went to the top rope again and waited for Ozzy to get to his feet. That's when he leaped off and hit his finisher Drible to Despair (Top Rope hurricanrana with opponent standing). From there it was a cover, a three count, a win, and a kiss from Samantha after it was over.
BS: Comelightly wins! He took advantage of the already groggy Ozzy and beat him to a pulp!
GM: And Comelightly is showing his girl Sam exactly why he's called Comelightly.
BS: Can you stop just for once in your life?
GM: Nothing can wipe this smile off my face.
(Cole Steele and Kin Hiroshi are standing in the back talking among themselves when out of nowhere. HoA Attacks. The Darkness and Ripper Robertson attack Kin Hiroshi as Keith Rotten and Max Mayhem jump on Cole Steele. Ripper Robertson kicks Kin Hiroshi in the face and as Kin turns, The Darkness blasts him witha crowbar. Max Mayhem catches Cole Steele with a running clothesline as Keith Rotten finds a steel chair and cracks it down on the ribs of Cole Steele. The Darkness is using the crowbar to split open Kin Hiroshi's forehead. Suddenly secuirty rushes onto the scene and grabs at the HoA. The four men throw wild punches at secuirty, Finally breaking free and leaving the area. Paradmedics rush in to check on the fallen SSN stars.)
BS: Well how about that.
GM: THIS IS TOTAL BS! First MA is runnin the show now HoA? WHERE IS GOTTFRIED?
BS: Well I did say ...
GM: QUIET HALF OF A MAN!
(The cameras cut to the back where Vadgar is about to enter the locker rooms when he suddenly stumbles back from something, then the Reaver comes out and smashes the kendo stick over Vadgar's head again. The former Midgar SOLDIER falls onto his side and the Reaver begins laying the boots to him hard before grabbing him by his hair and pulling him up and slapping on a and hitting a DDT, The Reaver then pulls out a mic and gets into Vadgar's face)
Reaver: Black Ice, Me and You in a "Long Hard Road out of Hell" match if you've got the balls to face someone with more HONOR than you, attacking a woman is very cowardly and I promise you that when I do get you in the ring...
(The Reaver grabs Vadgar and pulls him up into another DDT-only this one is his signature "Eye of the Storm" DDT and plants him hard before kneeling over him with the mic in a voice that is full of rage)
Reaver: I promise you that I will make you BURN for what you did and I always keep my promises....one way or another!
(The Reaver then stands up and tosses the mic onto Vadgar's fallen form before picking up the Kendo Stick and leaving the camera's view which focuses in on Vadgar before going back to ringside)
BS v/o: REAVER FOUND VADGAR! REAVER FOUND VADGAR!
GM v/o: And he leveled his ass too!
BS v/o: Folks we've got to break away. WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!
BS: Welcome back everyone. If you saw earlier then you seen that Reaver got a lick of revenge against Vadgar who has been attacking without mersy against The Mechanical Animals.
GM: And did you hear what he wanted? A Long Hard Road out of Hell match! Does he think he's gonna get that in the SSN? I think not!
BS: That remains to be seen, but up next it's time for The Tasmanian Tiger versus the Naugh--
GM: Ah ah! Get it right!
BS: Oh yes! "The Red Dragon" Jonathan Davis!
GM: This should be a classic. I'm sure. If you'll excuse me... nature's calling.
BS: SIT DOWN GARY!
GM: (sigh) Okay, I'll stay, but make sure that I don't fall asleep, alright?
The Tasmanian Tiger looks Davis, in his new duds, up and down and moves in to strike. He swings at Davis with a right hand, but Davis ducks it and jabs a fist into the ribs of Tiger. Tiger clutches his side in pain, allowing Davis to take him down with a bulldog. Davis runs into the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on Tiger.
BS: Good showing so far from "The Red Dragon!"
Tasmanian Tiger gets to his feet and Davis nails him with a dropkick, followed by a whip into the corner. Tiger, however, quickly charges out of the corner and hits Davis with a forearm smash, knocking the smaller man down. Tiger goes up top...
BS: What is he doing? Davis is still fresh!
Tiger jumps off of the turnbuckle with a flying elbow, but Davis quickly rolls out of the way and locks on a crucifix armbar. Tiger doesn't submit, however, and Davis lets go. He pulls Tiger to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Tiger reverses and goes for a back drop, but Davis lands on his feet, spins Tiger around and levels him with a martial arts kick to the jaw!
BS: That could be it! Davis covers! One! Two! And Tiger miraculously gets a foot on the rope. Jonathan Davis is definitely showing his true skin here tonight, wouldn't you say, Gary?
GM: ...
BS: Gary?
GM: ...
BS: GARY! WAKE UP!
GM: Hm? Wha!? Johnny flushed the hamster down the toilet, mommy! Um...
BS: Welcome back to reality.
GM: Um... thanks.
Davis pulls Tiger up and takes him back down with a DDT. He then allows Tiger to get up by his own power and plants him with a springboard bulldog! Davis goes up top as Tiger begins to stir. Tiger gets to his feet, turns around... and is hit with a spinning hell kick from the top rope!
BS: With The Tasmanian Tiger down, Davis goes up top again! FROGGER SPLASH BY DAVIS!! Davis covers! One! Two! Three!
BS: I wouldn't believe it unless I seen it and I've seen it. 'The Red Dragon' Jonathon Davis has won a match!
GM: Well it's about time. For so long he was known as The Naughty Frog, but now that he has new direction in the St Louis Calab-O and with himself things can ONLY be looking up for Mr. Davis!
BS: Well folks we've got to take another break, but ...
CUE UP: "Just Got Wicked" by Cold
BS v/o: I guess we're NOT going on break!
GM v/o: What was your first clue?
BS: Quiet SSN lapdog. Here comes Wicked Sight, he's not on the schedule...
(A wall of pyros erupt and as the smoke clears and the lights settle, the man born Michael Plett stands without leather jacket, only in a Hawaiian-styled t-shirt and a pair of tattered blue jeans. He begins to speak on his way down to the ring.)
WS: People have questioned the motives of Wicked Sight since he got here in the EWI... why would I attack Cameron Cruise? Why would I want to hurt people? Why would a high-class athlete who delivers a STELLAR PERFORMANCE EVERY NIGHT FOR THE FANS... why would he want to go out and play the bad guy? Wicked Sight is a determined, heart-felt fighter who wants to make a name for himself, not an asshole!
Let me be honest... I couldn't look at myself in the mirror last night, I was sick to my stomach. Cameron Cruise is someone that helped me get where I am, when no one else in the CSWA locker room would help me out, he'd give me words of advice. Motorbreath didn't do anything to anybody. Bobby Jackson... he didn't even seem like he had his head in the game.
I'm about rising to the top, succeeding... that's all it's ever been about. That's why everything's so fun in the CSWA... but I've made three appearances here and none of them have been fun... they've been painful... they've been untrue to myself. I can't take it anymore.
Cammy... I'm sorry, friend. But I'm going to have to finish the job when you get back. You see... this isn't up to me. The only reason I'm out here tonight is to announce TO THE WORLD... that the things I do in the EWI are against my will... that since Genesis II, I've been sent here by someone else to be there "yes-sir" man. Do I want to? No. If I could rip their head off and stickit up there backend, would I do it? You gotta believe it. But until then, I'm going to have to keep doing what they say or face a breach of contract... That's right, I found out the day after Christmas that someone still owned certain rights to Wicked Sight...
Bobby Jackson, it against my best wishes that I'm calling you out for the pay-per-view. My employer says that you need to be tought a lesson, and that's just all there is to that! I'm sorry, but what this means is that you WILL go down to the View To A Kill... it should be another nice contest. But in the end, my friend, the FREAKS run this pageantry... even if they're running it for someone else.
I PROMISE.
(Sight tosses the mic to the announce table and rolls out of the ring.)
GM: I wonder who owns his contract. Maybe it's Merritt of the CSWA.
BS: Well he does work for him, but why pull the strings of Wicked Sight like that?
GM: Have you seen what Wicked Sight HASN'T been doing there?
BS: What's that?
GM: Winning.
BS: True he's much better than that. Hopefully we can find out what is up with that, but up next we've got Tribulation taking on Nightshade, but we might not be having that match at all because we've been told that Tribulation has been taken to the hospital.
GM: Then what are they going to do?
BS: Nightshad is in the ring now so let's find out!
With Nightshade in the ring he, along with the ref, continue to wait to hear what the final word will be. At that moment Saul E. Dastardly makes his way out and calls for the microphone.
SED: Since Tribulation is taking his tmie getitng to the match I have been instructed to tell the ref to start the ten count!
BS v/o: WHAT? Taking his time? He's at the hospital after the pipe attack he got from Nightshade!
GM v/o: Don't cross the SSN. If you're in a match you make the match. You should know that.
BS v/o: Eight ... nine ... ten. The ref is calling for the bell! This is unreal!
With the match over Nigthshade is about to make his way out of the ring, but unknown to him 'Freedom Fighter' Marc Robinson has made his way over the ringside railing and has slid into the ring.
BS: ROBINSON IS IN THE RING!
GM: Orchid is SCREAMING to Nightshade, but he finally catches on!
BS: He turns around ... SUPERKICK! Oh dear God Robinson PLANTED his foot to the chin of Nightshade. And now he's picking him back up ... OH GOD WAIT!!! FREEFALL!!! FREEFALL!!! That reverse DDT just spelled the end for Nightshade! Now he's got a mic!
MR: Oh, and one more thing ya Nitelite Bitch! Texas Death Match ... IN A F(censored)G STEEL CAGE!
BS: DEAR LORD!! Now he's beating him with that microphone!
GM: Now THAT is old school!
BS: Folks we've got to cut away, but when we come back it's Chest Goodbody versus Vitruvian Veritas NEXT!
BS: Welcome back everyone. During the break they nearly needed everyone from the back to pry Robinson off of Nightshade.
GM: I'm surprised they actually did it cause Robinson wanted to light that boy's ass up!
BS: But will he get his wish and have a Texas Death match in a steel cage? Hopefully we'll find out later today. Now it's time for Chest Goodbody versus Vetruvian Veritas. Your thoughts Gary?
GM: Well, this is Goodbody all the way. I mean, this other guy.... I can't even say his name!
BS: Your stupidity has nothing to do with his wrestling ability.
GM: Yeah but... have you SEEN him wrestle?
BS: Good point. And with that said, let's get this match going!
Chest Goodbody looks at Veritas wearily and Veritas moves in to striker, but Goodbody runs away back to his corner. Veritas charges and goes for a spear, but Goodbody cowardly rolls out of the ring, causing Veritas to jam his shoulder into the ringpost. Veritas holds his shoulder in pain as Goodbody rolls back into the ring. He grabs Veritas and rams his shoulder into the ringpost a second time, then quickly runs to another part of the ring. Veritas recovers and moves towards him. Chest tries to run, but he's caught by the hair by Veritas and Chest turns around a gets on his knees and begs.
GM: Chest Goodbody. Master Negotiator.
BS: Master begger.
GM: Master wha!?-- Oh.
Veritas turns his back on Goodbody, laughing. As he does, Goodbody nails him in the nether regions with a low blow. Veritas doubles over in pain, but the ref didn't see it. Goodbody runs towards Veritas and takes him down with a bulldog. He pulls Veritas up and whips him into a corner. Veritas goes for a clotheline but Chest runs away to get out of the way. Goodbody charges and hits Veritas with a superkick into the ropes. Veritas bounces off and Goodbody delivers a kick to the gut and a powerbomb. Veritas gets up and Chest delivers a enziguri. Veritas gets to his feet once more, stunned. Veritas tries for a punch, but Goodbody ducks out of the way, delivers a punch to the gut of his own and follows up with a neckbreaker. He waits patiently as Veritas gets to his feet. Veritas turns around and Goodbody delivers a second superkick, followed by the Chest Press for the pin.
GM: Told ya.
BS: Yeah, well he won this one fair and square, but Veritas didn't put up much of a fight.
GM: Has he ever?
BS: Touche.
Chest Goodbody makes his way to the back with his attorney, Rod Longfellow as the fans boo him mercilessly. He simply looks at the fans in approval, smiles and waves. He brushes a had through his hair to fix it and walks to the back.
BS: That is an ugly, ugly man. Folks we've got to cut away, but when we come back, not only are we gonna see Dan Ryan take on Antonio Corleone ..
GM: That rotten BASTARD!
BS: But we're also gonna hear from, of all people, Marcus Gottfried! He's got several announcements to make and that is coming up next!
GM: WHOO HOO!! FINALLY!!!
BS: We'll be right back!