Live Thursday March 17, 2005 from the Xtreme Arena in Chicago, Illinois
Live Thursday March 17, 2005 from the Xtreme Arena in Chicago, Illinois
(We start Xtreme as usual with the intro and then to Adam and Jesse.)
Effler: Hello wrestling fans and welcome to WTF Xtreme! We have 4 big matches tonight
Kingery: That’s right, a United States Title match, two first round tag team tournament matches, and a huge grudge match!
Effler: Aramis taking on your former partner Vance Bonesteel!
Kingery: That’s right Adam! Former partner! I’ve moved on….Vance can’t
Effler: Well, that’s your opinion Jesse but…let's get ready for our first match!
(We cut down to the ring, where Raines stands by for the ring announcements.)
Raines: This match is in the first round of the Tag Team Tournament, scheduled for one fall under regular WTF rules.
(The New Lost Prophets step out onto the ramp as Lucifer Fire hits the speakers. The crowd boos as the twins make their way to the ramp, seemingly oblivious to the jeers from the crowd.)
Raines:From the Bowery, tipping the scales at a combined weight of 643 lbs...the Nosferatu Twins...Lllllllllllllooooosssssst Pprrrrooooophetssssssssss!!!
(There are more boos from the crowd, which quickly change to cheers as Carlton St. John and Robert Pussae step out onto the ramp. "All Things Just Keep Getting Better" hits the speakers and the two make their way down the ramp, laughing and waving to the crowd.)
Raines: And their opponants, hailing from Greenwich Village, at a combined weight of 405 lbs, making their second debut here in the WTF...Carlton St. John and Robair Pussae...THE MEETRRROOOSSSSS!!!
(The Metros reach the ring and look into the ring at Grimm, who waits expectantly. They get into a bit of a debate, then burst into a fit of giggles. Grimm gets frusterated and rushes to the ropes, yelling at them. Carlton suddenly slides under the ropes and rolls Grimm up in a small package. Ripper calls for the bell and then drops to count.)
Ripper: 1...kickout!
Effler: Carlton trying for a surprise, but can't pull it off on the bigger Nosferatu.
(Grimm rolls out of it and gets to his feet. Carlton tries to get away, but the much bigger man grabs him and puts him in a bear hug.)
Effler: Grimm looking to break the back of Carlton here!
Kingery: Yeah, right...Carlton is probably loving this.
(Grimm lifts him up, throws him over his shoulder, then drops the smaller man in a tombstone piledriver. Grimm follows it up with a quick set of stomps, then drops an elbow on the Metro. Carlton, acting on impulse, rolls out from under him and tags in Robert. Robert vaults over the turnbuckle and hits a leg drop on Grimm. Nosferatu goes to one knee, but gets up and grabs Robert by the neck, tossing him to the middle of the ring. Pussae hits and curls up into a ball. Grimm laughs and reaches down to grab him. Robert kicks out suddenly, sending the twin stumbling back into the turnbuckle. Carlton waits for him and taps him on the shoulder. Grimm turns, and Carlton winks at him.)
Effler: Carlton looks like he's...flirting with Grimm?
Kingery: That surprises you, Adam?
(Grimm looks confused, then roars and punches Carlton off the turnbuckle. Carlton looks stunned as he picks himself up off the floor. Grimm turns right into a dropkick from Robert. The big man again goes down to one knee, and shakes his head. Robert jumps up and nearly decapitates him with a spinning heel kick. Grimm hits the matt and Robert drops to pin.)
Ripper: 1..2.kickout!
(Robert gets up and tries to lift Grimm, but Nosferatu shoves him back against his brother, Dante, who grabs Robert and starts to choke him. Ripper runs over and tries to break it up, but Grimm shoves him away and throws a series of chops into the chest of Pussae. Robert slowly starts to stop struggling, but before the twins can do anything Carlton comes flying into the shot, knocking Dante off the turnbuckle.)
Effler: And Carlton is back in the game!
(Carlton unloads on Dante, drilling him with lefts and rights. Dante gets backed up against the security railing, then reverses and slams Carlton up against the railing. Meanwhile, in the ring, Grimm has gained the upper hand on Robert in the ring. He whips the Metro into the ropes and levels him with a huge clothesline. He turns and yells at Dante, who drags Carlton into the ring. The Twins set up both men and drop them in simultaneous powerbombs.)
Effler: A pair of Hell Spike powerbombs from the New Lost Prophets!
(The two immediately grab Robert and hit him with their finisher.)
Effler: 12 FEET UNDER!!!
(Grimm covers Robert as Dante holds Carlton back.)
Ripper: 1...2...3!
Effler: And the Nosferatu Twins win this one!
(Lucifer's Fire hits the speakers as Ripper raises the twins' arms in the center of the ring.)
Effler: Oh my gosh! They beat them!
Kingery: Is that a WTF record?
Effler: It’s pretty close Jess….wow! Well the Lost Prophets are moving onto the second round and I think the Metros are heading for the Ice bath!
Kingery: Or the Hospital!
(The Prophets start pushing each other around in celebration as we fade to commercial, when we come back we are in the ring.)
Raines: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is
for the WTF United States Championship! Introducing
first, the challenger... (The thudding rhythm of the
Doors' “Roadhouse Blues” rumbles out at the crowd, who
respond with a cheer) Kingery: This guy's already
earned himself some screaming idiots. Effler: “Fans”,
Jesse. Raines: From Savannah, Georgia, at six foot,
four inches tall, and two hundred, sixty-five pounds,
Waaaade Willllsonn!! (In ballooning red pants with a
solid black stripe down each leg, the short,
black-haired and goateed newcomer stomps out from the
entranceway. Fans on either side reach out for
high-fives, and a few get there wish, as Wilson rushes
down to the ring) Effler: That man is in tremendous
physical condition, no doubt about it. Kingery: Not
bad, but it won't be enough for him tonight, and you
know it. Effler: I don't know, Jess. I think Wade
Wilson has all the makings of a truly “super”
star. Kingery: He's had a good start... (Wilson
climbs up into the ring, and heads to his corner as
directed by the referee, “Buddy” Ripper. Taking in the
warm welcoming, Wade pulls off his plain black
tank-top, and tosses it into the crowd) Raines: And
his opponent... (“Reach for the Sky” by Social
Distortion takes over where the Doors left off, as the
crowd rumbles) Kingery: Here comes a
legend. Raines: He's from Toronto, Ontario. Standing
at six feet, two inches, and weighing in tonight at one
hundred and ninety-five pounds, here's your WTF United
States Champion, Miiiike Kiiiid!! (Out from behind
the curtain, snarling, and shouting out who-knows-what
at the fans to his left, steps the blue jeans-wearing
shaved-headed Canadian, Mike Kidd. He holds his title
belt tight to his side, as he makes his way towards the
ring. An arm reaches out, grasping a red-lettered sign
reading, “Mike FEARS Vance” Kidd freezes in his tracks,
just for a second, and glares, squinting darkly, at the
words) Effler: Hmm... Kingery: Shut-up. Y'know,
Effler, Mike's actually the kid in this match. At
thirty-five, Wilson's got five years on the
champion. Effler: Mike Kidd's leaving his belt at
ringside now, and rolling into the ring, under the
bottom rope...
(David Raines walks down the steps to
the ringside floor, as the opening bell sounds. The two
wrestlers approach each with caution, eyes locked in a
stare. Kidd makes a dodging fake to left, momentarily
confusing his opponent, then he spins his right foot up
and around, catching Wilson on the side of the
head) Kingery: Roundhouse boot by the
champ! Effler: Wade Wilson's backing away, trying to
shake it off- Kingery: And here comes Mikey! (The
challenger lands a short kick to the left shin of Mike
Kidd, then gets nailed in the face by a left jab, then
another, followed by a right fist to the ribs. Before
Wilson can react at all, Kidd lands another left jab,
and another, then a rising right uppercut under the
chin) Effler: Oh my! Wade Wilson drops down to his
back! Kingery: Mike Kidd's developed a champion's
energy in no time. Beating Anderson was no fluke, the
legend is back! (As he pulls himself up to his feet,
Wilson is immediately whipped back down with an
armdrag. The big man scrambles up again, and is tossed
to the canvas once more, this time via hiptoss. Wilson
does a backroll into the near-corner, and raises his
arms defensively) Kingery: The Champion's on tonight.
No doubt about it, Effler. Effler: He's moving right
in on Wilson, who's crouching in the corner... (Just
as Kidd reaches his opponent, the middle-aged Georgian
dives forward, scoring a heavy shoulder tackle into the
knees. The champs stumbles backwards, down to the
canvas. Wilson follows by applying a left-leg anklelock
on the U.S. champ. After a few seconds of trying to
struggle out of the hold, Mike Kidd thrusts his right
boot up and out, landing a solid kick to the face of
his opponent) Effler: Mike Kidd now, returning to his
feet, as is Wade Wilson. There's a left forearm shot to
the head by Wilson, a good hit- Kingery: Kidd comes
right back with a right hook to the head- Back to the
left jab, there's two- Oh-ho yeah! BIG right hand, came
in like a freight train with knuckles, driving into the
nose of the challenger! Effler: Not good for Wilson-
He drops to his knees, and it looks like he's been
busted open, Jesse. (The champion moves in for the
kill, and gets dumped by a surprise leg-sweep. The
crowd cheers out for Wilson, excited by the sudden
comeback. Before he can respond to the attack, Mike
Kidd is face-down on the canvas, with his left leg
snared in a single-leg crab) Kingery: Whoah! Wilson
knows that hold well- It's cinched in good... Effler:
And take a look at the face of Mike Kidd, Jess. He is
in serious pain. (Not far from the edge of the ring
to begin with, the champion struggles forward a few
inches, and takes hold of the bottom rope. Ref Ripper
exercises his right to call for a break, which looks to
upset Wilson) Ripper:
1.....2.....3.....4..... (Wilson steps up out of the
hold, looking irritated at the referee. Meanwhile, Mike
Kidd slides under the bottom rope, and out of the ring.
Wilson heads to the side off the ring, climbing out
after the champion. As Wade drops down to the concrete
floor, Kidd yanks a camera from the hands of a ringside
photographer. Wilson turns, and faces his opponent,
only to gets bashed in the face by a top-of-the-line
Nikkon, which explodes into pieces as it
connects) Kingery: Say cheese!! Effler: Oh my god!
Wade Wilson was already bleeding, now he's starting to
look like something out of a horror movie... Kingery:
Mike scoops “Camera-Face” up, and shoves him back into
the ring. (The U.S. Champion rolls Wilson into the
center of the ring, then heads to the corner. Once
reaching the top, Kidd raises his right arm high,
offering his one-fingered opinion of the booing,
swearing fans. Then, as the champion leaps up into the
air, Wade Wilson starts to rise back into a standing
position. Mike Kidd does a full flip in the air, then
impacts torso-to-torso with the challenger, pressing
him down to the mat) Effler: “Falling from Grace”
became a 360 degree bodypress!! Ripper's down to count
the fall- Ripper:
1............... 2............... 3!! Kingery:
That's it!! Effler: An incredible way to finish the
match, but- Kingery: But you didn't appreciate the
champ's usage of “Smash” photography, right?
Wimp... Raines: Your winner by pinfall, the United
States Champion, Miiiike Kiiiid!!! (Mike Kidd pulls
his belt roughly away from Buddy Ripper, as Wade Wilson
rolls out of the ring. Walking towards the exit to the
sound of Social Distortion, the defeated challenger
looks more angry than disappointed)
Effler: Well Mike Kidd is still the WTF United States Champion, but you have to wonder if he really is scared of Vance Bonesteel
Kingery: Well….I don’t know….
Effler: Well while Jesse figures it out let’s go to a break!
(We come back from commercial; David Raines is in the ring.)
Raines: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the WTF Tag Team Tournament!
(“99 Problems” starts up and The Gambler comes out, handing dollar bills out at ring side.)
Effler: Very interesting here, where the heck is Jacob Frost?
Kingery: Jacob Frost is the WTF Canadian Champion! He’s a big star! He doesn’t have to come out with this kid!
Effler: Is it that or is Anthony Blackwood just a little worried about coming out with Jacob Frost? The man is unstable!
Kingery: No more than you are me or Brandon…
Effler: You had to pick the three of us didn’t you?
(Anthony is in the ring when “The Unveiling” by ICP starts blaring. Melina comes out of the curtain, looking a bit worried.)
Effler: Well where is he?
Kingery: he’s…um…..
Effler: Well?
Kingery: I’m looking for him!
(The camera spins around to find Jacob Frost climbing over the guardrail and sliding in behind Anthony Blackwood, the crowd is mixed in their reception of him as Jake just seethes on the mat, smirking.)
Effler: Wow, this guy is just completely nuts!
Kingery: Yeah and unlike the last time he went completely nuts he is actually winning matches!
Effler: Jesse stop it!
(As Blackwood and Melina try to reason with Frost this Irish pipes start blaring.)
Effler: Happy St. Patrick’s day!
(The camera shifts when Ollie and Metal Maniac come bursting out of the curtain with Shannon. Ollie is doing an Irish jig, promenading with Shannon.)
Effler: Oh and you better believe that that Ollie Orchard is in good spirits tonight! It’s his birthday, its St. Patrick’s day!
Kingery: Yeah so he should be about ¾’s in the bag at this point!
Effler: Jesse really!
(Metal Maniac is trying to head bang to the pipes but finally just smacks Ollie in the chest and they rush the ring, sliding in.)
Effler: And here are two guys who really are a team, and interestingly enough they are teamed together because Metal Maniac’s original partner Demott Jet was injured by the man in the ring…Anthony Blackwood!
Kingery: So basically if Frost and Blackwood lose this match then Frost can thank Blackwood!
Effler: Well…
Kingery: That’s what I thought
(Everyone is bouncing around, the referee trying to keep everyone back as David Raines stands center ring.)
Raines: Introducing first, the participants, in the corner to my left, introducing first, from Denver Colorado, standing 6 feet, 8 inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the Gambler…Anothonyyyyyyyyy Black-woooooooooooooooooood!
(the crowd cheers as Blackwood raises his arms.)
Raines: And His partner, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6 feet, 7 inches tall and weighing in tonight at 256 pounds, he is the WTF Canadian Champion, he is Jacob Froooooooooooooooooooooooost!!
(Some of the Xtreme Arena front row regulars cheer Frost but most of the crowd is booing him as Melina sort of pets Frost.)
Raines: And their opponents, in the corner to my right, introducing first, from Milwuakee, Wisconsin, standing 6’3” tall and weighing 240 pounds…He is the Metal Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaniac!!
(The crowd cheers, Metal Maniac head bangs for the crowd.)
Raines: And his partner, from Shannon Ireland….
(The crowd cheers)
Raines: 6 feet tall and weighing in at 203 pounds….Oliverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Orchard!!!
(Ollie raises his fists, David Raines climbs out of the ring, Metal Maniac and Jacob Frost leave the ring.)
Effler: And it looks like Ollie and Anthony Blackwood will be starting this one off Jesse, who are you favoring in this one?
Kingery: Gotta go with Blackwood and Frost on this one, they outweight their opponents by almost 90 pounds, no they haven’t been a team but neither have Maniac and Orchard!
Effler: But Maniac and Orchard had a match at Winter War for the Canadian title… they know each other.
(Ollie and Blackwood shake hands and circle each other, testing each other out, they tie up and Blackwood gets the side headlock in, Ollie pushes Blackwood into the ropes to get loose, Blackwood comes back and gets dropkicked to his face, Anthony stumbles back and lands in Maniac’s corner, Ollie tags Maniac who sling shots in with a legdrop, Maniac holds the arm and lands another twisting leg drop onto it, Anthony has his arm on the outside and the referee makes him break the hold.)
Effler: Seems like this match is going to be pretty fair played, an athletic competition of sorts.
Kingery: A bore then…
Effler: A technical match isn’t necessarily boring Jesse…
Kingery: No, but it COULD be, just like a brawl could be boring!
Effler: What are you going on about?
Kingery: Well do you want to see 2 guys punching each other for an hour?
Effler: What is it with you tonight?
Kingery: Oh I’m just buying time.
(Indeed through this whole time Metal Maniac has gotten Anthony Blackwood into the corner and is chopping him in the chest. Maniac tags Oliver and they both chop Blackwood in the chest.)
Kingery: I think I saw a nipple fly off of Blackwood!
(Metal Maniac leaves the ring and Ollie throws Blackwood into his own corner, Frost comes into the ring, Ollie looks at the size difference and tags Maniac back in.)
Kingery: Haha! Ollie’s scared!
Effler: I don’t think that’s the case Jesse, I think its more that he sees the size difference and realizes that the smartest decision would be to get Maniac in there!
(Metal Maniac starts to come toward Frost but Frost attacks and throws Maniac into the corner, Maniac starts screaming as Frost chokes him blatantly, the referee counts)
Ripper: 1…2…3…4….
(Frost breaks the hold and throws Maniac all the way to his corner, scrapping his face across the ropes and biting his nose.)
Effler: And he’s biting him! He’s biting Metal Maniac!!
Kingery: Yeah! Finally some action!
(On the outside Blackwood looks kind of scared as he watches his partner brutalize Metal Maniac. Frost tags Blackwood rather aggressively, and The Gambler comes in and drops Maniac with a High Roller. Maniac convulses and has a huge knee planted right in his stomach, Maniac is in big pain.)
Effler: And I’m sensing a big difference between Jacob Frost and Anthony Blackwood as wrestlers!
Kingery: Yeah, Anthony Blackwood is more technically sound and Jacob Frost is a brawler, that’s what makes a good team!
Effler: I would have to say that Frost is…slightly a bit of a dirty fighter…
Kingery: So!
(Blackwood comes off the ropes, and gets smacked in the back by his partner, he still finishes the move, dropping elbows on Maniac. Frost pushes Blackwood away and starts choking Maniac again. He holds onto Blackwood’s throat and picks him up to his feet and then quickly drops him down to the ground with the falling chokeslam.)
Effler: Did you see the velocity that Frost went down with that move?
Kingery: That’s very interesting, if Blackwood and Frost win this match, then they will be facing The Lost Prophets.
Effler: Right….
Kingery: Well something you wouldn’t know about wrestling and about a chokeslam is that it’s not about how high you get the guy its how much velocity you knock him down with!
Effler: Well if you get a guy pretty high shouldn’t it create a lot of velocity?
Kingery: Not necessarily….
Effler: Well I think you’re wrong, but I didn’t do so well in physics!
Kingery: Well it’s a good thing you’ve got the professor here to teach you!
(Frost beats Maniac’s head against the mat again and again and again and reaches over to tag Blackwood, holding him down as Blackwood kicks at Maniac’s head.)
Kingery: I think Jacob Frost is rubbing off on Anthony Blackwood!
Effler: Perhaps you’re right but what I do know is that Metal Maniac needs to get out of there!
(Maniac is reaching out to tag Ollie in but Blackwood has him, The Gambler picks up the Maniac and drops him with the Full House. He goes for the pin.)
Nave: One…
Two….
(Maniac gets his shoulder up and rolls into the neutral corner. Blackwood gets up to the other corner, perching, waiting for Maniac.)
Effler: And Anthony Blackwood waiting, perching to hit Metal Maniac with the Ace of Spades!!!
(Blackwood rushes in and to the other corner and hits the spear…. On the ring post. Maniac has moved out of the way and is crawling towards Oliver Orchard.)
Effler: And both of these guys knocked loopy! Who is going to get it? Who is going to move on and wrestle The Lost Prophets next week?
Kingery: It’s going to be Maniac! I know it! Maniac is closer!
(Blackwood stumbles and smacks Frost’s hand.)
Kingery: Okay so I was wrong!
(And Maniac tags Ollie right before Frost can grab him.)
Effler: And Here comes Ollie to Celebrate St. Paddy’s day!!
(The crowd cheers and Ollie is a house of fire, throwing lefts and rights at Frost before whipping him into the turnbuckle, Blackwood comes back and gets lefts and rights as well to the face, causing him to stumble to the opposite corner, Maniac is up and goes towards Blackwood, Orchard with Frost, each of them planting their respective opponents with moves.)
Effler: Greetings from Shannon!!!!
Kingery: Mosh Pit in the corner!!!!
(Frost and Blackwood are stumbling around. Maniac and Orchard grab them and whip them into opposite corners, all four are criss-crossing each other.)
Effler: Four way dosey do, criss cross who is going to stop first?
(Frost and Blackwood crash into each other and fall to the ground, Maniac and Ollie drop next to them and each grab a leg of an opponent, and start rowing.)
Effler: Row Row Row your boat gently down the stream!
Kingery: Chris Nave has lost control of this match and you are making jokes?
(Nave forces Blackwood and Maniac out of the ring, Ollie picks up Frost by the hair and bounces off the ropes, locking his legs around Frost’s head and pumping his fist at the crowd below him.)
Effler: Oh Oh coming up!!!!
(Ollie flies over but Frost grabs the tights and rolls up Orchard, holding onto the tights. Ollie is struggling.)
Nave: One…
Two….
Three!!
Effler: Wha…did he get him? He couldn’t!
Kingery: He did!
Effler: Well let’s look at the tape!
(We see a replay and it is clear that Frost has a hand full of trunks.)
Effler: Well there you clearly see it Jacob Frost did have a handful of tights on that roll up!
Kingery: Leverage Adam!
(We cut back to live action, Ollie is very upset.)
Effler: Cheating Jesse!
(Ollie is pounding the mat in frustration when Metal Maniac and Shannon come into the ring to consul him.)
Effler: Oliver Orchard had this match won and Jacob Frost cheated! You better believe that at March Massacre, Ollie is going to get payback! And CLT, well I would suggest just staying out of the way!
Kingery: Well you’re not biased or anything!
Effler: I know what’s fair Jesse, and I know that wasn’t fair…ladies and gentlemen we will be right back…
(We cut to commercial When we come back we are in the arena "Still Tippin" starts to play, and Premiere walks down to the ring, followed b Mereo Parker. No posing or playing ot the crowd, they go straight to the ring. The crowd is booing.)
Effler: Oh what are these two doing here?
Kingery: Well why don’t you watch and listen…
Effler: I think I shall!
(Premiere goes to the corner and demands a microphone...)
Premiere: Since I've been here, since X2III has been here, we've been disrespected in various forms. From people calling our matches "lowly"...
(Mereo shakes his head...)
Premiere: To people thinking they can administer their form of JUSTICE on us. It ends TONIGHT. But not at our hands. No, we're here to talk to one person. One person in particyular who knows exactly how we feel. Who knows what it feels like to have a target on their back constantly. Who has to deal with attacks all the time.
(Premiere points to the back...)
Premiere: I'm talking about....ARAMIS.
Premiere: We're not friends. You've basically ignored us since we came here, since I stepped foot in this federation back into August, and you know what? That's alright - we're not looking for attention. But I'm here to ask a favor of you tonight.Tonight, as these people know, you have a match against Vance Bonesteel. And you know my partner here...he has a score to settle with Vance.
(Replay from last week)
Premiere: But I want to ask you a favor, Aramis, man-to-man, from future tag team champions to current world champion. When you're stomping the hell out of Vance, when you're picking up his lifeless body to hit him with your own special form of trauma...WHEN DROPS OF HIS BLOOD ARE SPLASHING AGAINST YOUR FACE....hold back. Just a little. Because when we do get our revenge...
(Premiere looks squarely at the camera)
Premiere: And we WILL get our revenge...we want you, Vance, to be coherent enough to feel pain. I don't want you to be numb, or near-death. I want you to be breathing, I want your nerve endings to be screaming in pain...I want you to know who we are.
(Premiere hands the microphone off to Mereo, and the big man begins to speak...)
Mereo: When you cracked my skull open with that teal chair, when we were handling business that you had no part of, you inserted yourself into a situation you really, really, REALLY are going to wish you hadn't of. I'll let the MVP's deal with you first...I'm a patient man. But when they're done with you...
(Mereo cracks his knuckles)
Mereo: We got next.
(Still Tippin comes back on, and they leave the ring. We cut back to the booth)