(A
man, tall and strong stands in a darkened area. The eerie sound of wind can be
heard as smoke whips all around him. He is wearing a pair of wrestling shorts
and no shirt. Suddenly, a rustle can be heard. He smiles. "One Step
Closer" by Linkin Park begins to play. Just as it gets really heavy a ton
of intimidating, large people come running at this stranger. We cut to: clips
that mix with the song to a T. First we see punches being exchanged by Hunter
and Lupin at the end of last weeks Extreme Warfare. We then see Bruce "The
Flesh" Hammer "tagging" in Jimmy Jackslapper. Next is the man in
black stalking Valykerie, delivering a speech. After that, "The Shaded
One" Johnny Hawke and "Sassy" Summer Kensington are shown.
Finally, as the song dies down we see a slow-motion replay of Draven Genocide
hitting Web of the Widow Maker. As the light flashes in mid-move while it was
being done, the lead singer can be heard screaming "SHUT UP WHEN I'M
TALKING TO YOU!" and the move flashes into normal time.)
(A big fireworks display goes off inside the Continental Arena in East
Rutherford, New Jersey and the fans are roaring. The capacity crowd waves signs
like "STUDD IS A DUD", "KURT LAYE + SWEET TART EXPRESS = SHOCK
TARTS", and "HUNER IS THE HUNTED!")
Dave
Jackson: Welcome everyone to East Rutherford, New Jersey, home of the
Continental Arena that is hosting tonight's Extreme Warfare! I'm Dave Jackson,
and with me ringside is Kevin Fisher.
Kevin Fisher: Ahoy hoy and ahi hi! I'd have brought my pillow, but I
can't sleep with the shindig we got going tonight. We're going to see the first
round of the Hardcore and Tag Team Title tournaments start, a Television Title
match, two impromptu matches, and finally a World Title match. "Big"
Andy Studd might just take that World Title like he's been wanting.
Dave Jackson: That could be true, speaking of Andy Studd, look who just arrived!
(The EWAtron lights up showing a limousine arriving to the arena. The license plate reads "BIG STUDD" on the front, and the lights shut off as it comes to a stop. The driver gets out and opens the door, allowing "Big" Andy Studd to step out and tip the driver a $20 bill. He shoulders his gym bag and begins walking down the hallway to the locker room when he bumps into someone passing by.)
"Big" Andy Studd: Hey buddy, watch it. I got a World Title match tonight and I don't want to twist an ankle cause someone wasn't paying atten...tion...
(Studd trails off as the someone passing by turns around, showing it to be Lupin. He just looks at Studd, not saying a word.)
"Big"
Andy Studd: Don't try that silent but violent crap with me Tobias. This
isn't the -W4-, you're at the bottom of the barrel here and I'm on top. Just
stay out of my way and you won't get hurt.
Lupin: Promise?
"Big" Andy Studd: That I won't hurt you? If you stay out of my
way.
Lupin: No...that you'll try.
"Big" Andy Studd: Don't antagonize me buddy, I don't have time.
Lupin: Then please, leave. I've got better things to do tonight rather
than break your f-cking legs.
"Big" Andy Studd: Is that a threat?
Lupin: No, it's a promise.
(Studd doesn't back down, he takes a deep breath, looking down at Lupin who looks up at him without care.)
"Big"
Andy Studd: You shouldn't break promises.
Lupin: I don't...I break bones.
(Lupin
grins at Studd who finally turns and leaves. As he begins to walk away, Lupin
kicks his foot, crossing it behind his other leg. Studd almost falls on his face
and goes red in the face with rage. He turns around with a haymaker that never
makes it as Lupin ducks, coming up and slamming his foot downward on the side of
Studd's knee)
(CRACK!)
(Studd yells in agony as his leg bends sickly in a direction it shouldn't,
and is silenced as Lupin backhands him across the face, sending him to the floor
bleeding from the mouth. Studd holds the broken leg, fighting back the urge to
scream. Lupin turns to walk away, before stopping as if he realized something.
He looks over his shoulder at Studd.)
Lupin: Oh, and before you say I forgot to break them both...
(Lupin
hooks Studd's other leg in a standing Achilles hold. Studd looks up and begins
to yell for Lupin not to. Lupin smiles sadistically and places his free hand on
top of Studd's knee and pushes down.)
(CRACK!)
(Studd yells again, his face looking like it's going to pop from rage and pain.
Lupin drops the other leg, both bones in Studd's lower left leg broken while his
right knee is still bent in an almost impossible direction.)
Lupin: Bye-bye Andy. Next time you try to swing your balls around, make sure you got a set first.
(Smirking to himself, Lupin pushes his braided hair back behind his head and turns to walk away. Fade back to ringside.)
Kevin
Fisher: Holy Hell! Who gave this lunatic a contract!?
Dave Jackson: I think I'm going to be ill...did you see Studd's legs?
Kevin Fisher: I've heard plenty of threats like "I'm going to kill
you" or "I'm going to break your neck" but I've never seen
someone actually follow through with it right then and there.
Dave Jackson: I've got word that we've got EMT's already in the back
trying to get a larger stretcher for "Big" Andy Studd, and the news
doesn't seem so good. He definitely won't wrestle tonight, what does that mean
for our main event?
Kevin Fisher: You got me...Jesus, now I think I'm going to be sick. They
could have at least tried to censor that in the truck.
Dave Jackson: I don't think they saw it coming, I don't think anybody saw it coming. Man oh man, let's just get to our opening match.
Kevin Fisher: Good call. Nothing to Start off a night with a cat fight.
David: We get to see two of the best woman in our female division.
("Juke Joint Jezebel" by KMFDM plays over the PA system, as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Damienne Froste as she makes her way to the ring.)
David: Froste is going to have her hands full with her opponent…
("I'm Just a girl" by No Doubt plays, as there is another mixed reaction to Trish "the Terror" Brooks.)
Kevin: Trish "the Terror" Brooks she can Terrorize me all night long.
(Froste and Trish lock up in the ring. Trish locks on an Armbar then grabs Froste’s hair pulling her back into a German suplex.)
David: Trish taking Froste to the mat.
Kevin: At least she is not taking her out to dinner.
(Trish pulls Froste to her feet by her hair as the ref yells at her to let the hair go. Froste though plant a strong elbow in Trish’s gut. Froste uses the ropes to spring a close line.)
Kevin: Trish Goes down like, I haven’t heard that line before.
(Froste goes for a springboard Moonsault but Trish rolls out of the way. Froste is on the mat and Trish climbs on top and begins to slap away.)
David: Trish Mounting Froste and slapping away.
Kevin: Dave, are you truly naïve?
(Froste rolls Trish over and starts wailing on her. Finally Froste stops and both woman stand they lock up again Trish gets the upper hand and whips Froste to the ropes. Trish goes for a close line but Froste ducks it and goes to the ropes on the other side but is met with a side kick from Trish.)
David: Wow Trish must be extremely limber to get such extension.
Kevin: All I know is that was a great view of a beautiful kick.
(Trish pulls Froste up by her hair and sets her up for a power bomb. Trish gets her up but frost fights back with punches to Trish’s head. Trish is staggered.)
David: Froste is fighting back.
(Trish falls back and Frost hooks her legs.) 1…2…Kickout
Kevin: I knew Trish doesn’t like being on the bottom.
(Both woman are up and the lock up again Froste gives a swift kick to Trish’s gut then folllows through with a DDT. Froste hooks the one leg.) 1…2…(Trish gets her other leg on to the bottom rope.)
David: Smart move by Trish.
(Froste is arguing with the ref as Trish comes up behind her and rolls her up for a small package.) 1…2… (Froste kicks out. Both woman are standing Trish goes for a short arm clothesline, but Froste ducks and spins her around for a swinging neckbreaker.)
Kevin: Oh my goodness you see how she spun I bet Summer could do that with out someone else.
David: I think I see what is gonna happen next Froste is going for the Polar Bomb
(Froste sets Trish up for the Power bomb then lifts her but instead of pulling her back down lets the momentum carry her over and trish lands on her face.)
David: That is it the Polar Bomb.
(Froste goes for the pin.) 1…2…3
Curtis Green: The winner of this match Damienne Froste.
(We cut to commercial of Shrek, the Pepsi, a promo for the next PPV, and a snickers commercial before coming back.)
David: Welcome back we have this footage of what happened backstage while we were at commercial.
(The scene fades to the back where we see Froste drinking a cup of coffee when Christian Hawke walks up. Froste starts to back off but Christian has his hands up as a sign of peace.)
Christian: Woah I am not here to hurt you I just want a drink
(Froste doesn’t relax but is caught from behind as "Sassy" Summer Kensington attacks her from behind with "Ole" Lusty. Summer then punches Froste and lifts her tossing her on the table right before Christian grabs a cup of Coffee.)
Christian: She is here to hurt you.
(Summer grabs the coffee from Christians hand and throws it into Froste’s chest.)
Summer: There that should help warm up this Frosty bitch.
Christian: I was drinking that.
Summer: Oh shut up.
(Christian and Summer walk of as the camera comes back to the announcers.)
David: That was just sick has summer gone totally crazy?
Kevin: The crazy one is Beast for letting her go the sex might be ruff but hell even your worst time was still good.
David: You are sick you know that.
Kevin Shut up we have the next match to worry about.
*** Cuts to May's PPV Promo... EWA ENCAGED !!! ***
Dave Jackson:
Well, everyone looks like there have already been some exciting things happening
tonight. The win from Damienne
Froste, to the attack on her backstage by Christian Hawke and Summer Kensington.
Also I like to add due to the attack Mysty Wylde has booked a tag match
involving Christian Hawke and Summer Kensington Vs. Damienne Froste unless she
finds herself a partner. It will be handicap match. Also due to the fact Studd
has been rushed to the hospital. Wylde has order that Malum will face the NO. 1
contender, Shadowflare instead.
Kevin
Fisher: Yeah, man, ,makes us all wonder just who the hell that Bomb shell
sleeps with around here. Though, if
she gets her way around like it looks, I could be next.
Curtis
Green: On the way to the ring, being escorted by the EWA’s World Champion,
Malum Diablus, weighing in at 150lbs, and standing in at 6’, she is the
woman behind “The Kindred”, she is ANJEL.
The
Hell mix version of Brittany Spears’s “Baby One More Time” Plays over the
PA and the crowd goes wild, Anjel comes walking to the ring as Malum follows
close behind, carrying his World Title across his shoulder.
The two step up to the mat, and up into the ring, as Anjel slides
gracefully between the ropes. Malum
takes a seat over at the announcer’s table.
Kevin:
We are now being accompanied by the World Champ, Malum Diabolus.
Dave:
What do we owe this pleasure to Malum?
Malum: This
pleasure is soley that to watch yet another person fall to the power that
Kindred has.
Just
before anyone else could speak “Better than You” by Metallica plays over the
PA, and the crowd begins to boo…Johnny Critical comes into view, standing at
the top of the ramp. He is looking
around for someone, but no one appears.
David: Looks
like he is waiting for someone. Who
could it be?
Kevin: Well,
my guess would be Summer, she usually walks out with all the WolfGang.
David: Well,
Where the hell is she then, and Why does does Critical even need her at ringside
Kevin: Yeah, with a Capital “S-A-S-S-Y”…
Critical begins to walk toward the ring, he slowly steps up to the
apron and slides himself in the ring. He
stares down Malum, sitting at the announcer’s table.
He then reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a mic.
Critical: You know, I said earlier I didn't want to fight a
woman. It just wouldn't be fair. Now, don't get me wrong. I have no problem
putting a woman in her place, especially some psycho like Anjel over here. But I
know that after I beat the living hell out of her, her little buddy Malum will
get pissed, and then I'll have to take out him, and then HIS friends will get
angry, and I'll have to deal with them, too. It's just one big boring chain that
I don't want to deal with, because truthfully, you guys aren't worth my time.
But, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get.
Malum: You know what you talk way to much why don't you just shut
your mouth for you, All you really
want is what I have. Nothing is
more pathetic than a man like you.
Critical starts to walk slowly over toward the side of the ring which
faces the announcer’s table, both he and Malum exchange words, as Anjel comes
in from behind Critical and rakes her long finger nails straight down his back.
David: Woah, that had to hurt, look at Critical’s back looks
like Anjel just delivered her personal touch to this match.
Kevin: Anjel could make everything personal to this match and I
don’t believe Critical would fight her.
David: Oh this is just so like her….Summer comes slithering out
from under the ring, just like the snake she is.
Anjel didn’t stand a chance with the Deviling like that.
Kevin: Snake?.. Have you lost your mind? That beautiful creature
is anything but a snake, just look how she graced Lusty over the gut of Anjel.
That was pure pleasure.
Malum uses the distraction to his advantage, as he jumps the table
and goes after Critical, nailing him with a spine buster, you then see Cerebus
come running down the ramp. He
quickly goes after Critical as Malum begins his hunt for Summer. Summer notices the Champ after her, as she starts to walk
backwards up the ramp. Just as she
seems to be trapped, the rest of the Kindred, Blood Crow and Twisted Vamp are
standing at the top of the ramp waiting for Summer.
Kevin: My God, Someone save this poor child, Looks like the
Kindred are about to give Summer a “Rude Awakening”.
Dave: Good serves that snake right for her attacks tonight.
Suddenly out from the back steps "The Shaded One" Johnny
Hawke with A.C. Malice. As
Hawke taps Vamp on his shoulder, A.C. grabs Blood Crow from behind, spins him
around, and nails him with release style power bomb off the entrance ramp,
sending him 20 ft. down, crashing into some tables below. At the same, Vamp
turns into a picture perfect 'Sweet Kiss Goodnight' delivered by Hawke. Sassy
runs into the arms of Hawke. As Hawke pushes her back behind him.
Dave: Oh My Lord…Now we have the WolfGang out here, when is
this monstrosity going to end.
Kevin: What?.. This is Great, Hawke coming to the aid of Sassy,
What do you expect? Look how she
fluttered into his arms, You can tell she was more than grateful.
Dave: Stop thinking like a pervert, She knew all along what was
going to happen look at the smile on her face.
Curtis Green: Winner of this match due to a disqualification
Anjel
Camera cuts to a commercial as we see Hawke and Malum staring each other
down from their respective spots.
Curtis Green: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is for the EWA Television Championship and has a 15-minute time limit! Making his way to the ring first, standing at 6'3" and weighing in at 255 lbs, from Memphis, Tennessee, "The Widow Maker" Draven Genocide!
("One" by Metallica plays over the PA as purple smoke fills the ramp. After a moment, the smoke starts to clear and "The Widow Maker" is seen on the ramp. He walks to the ring, high fiveing fans along the way.)
Curtis Green: And his opponent, weighing in at 212 lbs and standing at 6'1", from Seattle, Washington, the reigning Television Champion, Valykerie!
("Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm begins to play over the loudspeakers as Valykerie comes out from behind the curtain with the TV Title around his waist. He waves to the fans before jogging to the ring and sliding underneath the bottom rope, standing up and removing the belt before handing it to the referee. The ref shows it to Draven Genocide before holding it up for the fans to see. He hands it to the timekeeper who rings the bell to start the match.)
Dave
Jackson: This is
going to be a great match for our Television Title. Though size-wise they're a
bit mismatched, Draven Genocide and Valykerie always put on a good show in the
ring.
Kevin Fisher: Unless that weirdo stalking Valykerie shows up again, he
gives me the creeps.
(Valykerie comes right in at Draven Genocide with a dropkick to the knee that puts the bigger man down on one. He stands up and puts him in a headlock, punching him in the top of the head a couple of times before Draven tries to belly-to-back suplex him. Valykerie backflips out of it and tries to give Draven a German suplex, but Draven plants his feet and elbows Valykerie in the side of the head. Valykerie responds with a forearm across the back of Draven's head and pushes him into the ropes. Valykerie lowers his head for a back body drop a bit too early, and Draven catches him with a swinging neck breaker. Draven pulls Valykerie back to his feet and gives him an Irish Whip. On the return, Draven spins Valykerie up and around with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He goes for the pin, but Valykerie gets a shoulder up at 2.)
Dave
Jackson: Nice
back and forth action between these two, and Draven seems to be in control now.
You never know when Valykerie can turn the tables though.
Kevin Fisher: Speaking of tables, haven't you found it strange that no
one's tried to break our's yet?
(Draven picks up Valykerie and delivers a piledriver before making the pin attempt again. Only 2 again as Valykerie kicks out. Draven pulls Valykerie up and picks him up in a Military press, walking to the ropes where he chucks Valykerie out onto the announcer's table. It doesn't break, so Draven climbs up onto the top rope and dives off with a frog splash onto Valykerie who is still on the announcer's table. It still doesn't break though as Draven bounces violently off Valykerie and the referee starts the mandatory 20 count.)
Dave
Jackson: You
were saying?
Kevin Fisher: Bite me Jackson.
(At 7, Draven gets up and pulls Valykerie up as well. He rolls him into the ring and gets in himself at 12, and the referee stops counting. He grabs Valykerie's legs and sets up for a Scorpion Deathlock, but Valykerie reaches up and turns it into an inside cradle. Valykerie gets a 2 and a half as Draven kicks out in the nick of time. Draven is up a bit quicker than Valykerie, who is still woozy from being crushed earlier, and slugs him in the face. Valykerie stumbles into the corner, and Draven pulls him out with a whip to the other one. Draven follows in, intending a Genocide splash, but Valykerie tips up off the top turnbuckle and wraps his legs around Draven's head, hitting a head scissors right into the bottom turnbuckle. Draven is stunned, and Valykerie locks him with a full-nelson and executes a front legsweep into the bottom turnbuckle. Valykerie grabs Draven's leg and drags him to the center of the ring with a Boston crab.)
Dave
Jackson: Beautiful
reversal by Valykerie, and the champ is back in control!
Kevin Fisher: Draven's been beating Valykerie like a rag doll, but now
the doll is gettin' himself some!
(Valykerie sits way back in that Boston crab, Draven honestly in pain as he tries to crawl towards the ropes. Valykerie stands up and drags him back to the center though, before turning it into a half crab. All of a sudden, the rampway blasts into fire. Out of the fire walks Valykerie's stalker. His hair is in his face as he walks down the ramp, never looking up. He's wearing all black, even a black trenchcoat and has a mic in his hand. He begins to talk as he gets to the side of the ring.)
Man in black: Valykerie, your time is up. My Lord has decided that he has had enough. He has sent me on a mission to destroy you. He has sent with the plans to a match. He calls it a Hell's Gates Match.
(He lifts his head and shows his eyes. You can see a glare of flames in his eyes.)
Man in black: For you see the wall of fire behind me, that's hell's gates. Do you think you can break trough the fire and escape??? That's the challenge my master gives you. This PPV might be your last. So except our challenge and put that little title of yours on the line.
(With that said, the man starts to laugh and and walks back from were he came from. Valykerie has let go of Draven and is leaning over the ropes looking at the man.)
Kevin
Fisher: There he
is again. Jesus, who the hell do we have in here that doesn't wear all black and
a trenchcoat? It stills creeps me out even though I see it 24/7.
Dave Jackson: Well I don't think Valykerie likes what he sees, and wait!
Draven Genocide is up behind him! Schoolboy roll-up! 1, 2, 3! We have a new
champ!
Curtis Green: THE WINNER AND NEW TV CHAMPION: "THE WIDOW MAKER"
DRAVEN GENOCIDE!
Dave Jackson: Valykerie was distracted by that man in black and Draven
saw an opportunity to score the upset! We've got a new champion!
Kevin Fisher: I wonder how Valykerie is gonna react to this. He can't
believe it as it is.
*** Commercial Break ***
Dave Jackson: Well during the commercial break. We found out that by order of Commissioner, Mysty Wylde that Valykerie will get a rematch against Draven. Along with the mystery man in black will get a shot also. It is going to be a Three-way Dance in Hell's Gate Match.
Kevin Fisher: All I got to say to that is someone will be burn alive at EWA ENCAGED. Our special memorial day showing P.P.V. for all the veterans out there. Now onto our next match.
Dave: Well
this next match promises to be a good one. The first match of the first round of
the Hardcore
Title Tourney.
Kevin: But that novelty aside, it’ll be pretty boring.
Dave: Boring?
How could it be boring? “The Hardcore Icon” Vs. the inventor of the
self-titled Reaper Death
Match! It couldn’t get bloodier than this!
Kevin:
It just seems to me that Hunter will wipe the floor with Reaper, that’s all. I’m
sure the match
won’t be short though, Hunter will probably make him suffer.
Dave: I guess we’ll see, here comes Hunter.
”Threat to Society" by Skid Row plays over the loud speakers as 260 lbs of hardcore muscle makes his way to the ring. Hunter doesn’t waste time with the fans, instead climbing right into the ring.
Kevin: Look
at that, he’s so confident, he doesn’t even have to take a mic and brag.
Reaper on the other
hand....
Through the cheers,
Reaper walks onto the stage, carrying a mic and a kendo stick. He pauses for a
second, and PYRO, carrying a four foot long stainless steel pole. The fans don’t
seem to happy, and a few boos begin to mix with the more sporadic cheering.
Reaper:
HEY! Hunter! Just because I brought my brother PYRO to the ring doesn't mean I'm
scared and I want him to cave you’re skull in. I don't trust you at all and I
do not want to be eliminated from this
tournament by having outside interference from one of your friends. If anybody
comes down to this ring to
hurt me. PYRO is gonna be right there with four feet of steel with their name on
it. Hunter! Get ready for
the ass whippin you are about to receive!
Kevin: Oh
look, he’s bringing his brother to the ring with a four foot pole, but he’s
not going to hit
anything, really he isn’t! Watch out Hunter, you can’t trust that b*stard!
Dave: Just watch the match.
Reaper has slipped
into the ring, and is eyeing Hunter carefully, kendo stick in hand. Nothing
happens
for a few second, the hate between the two a tangible object, and then Hunter
slides out of the ring toward the announcer’s table.
Dave: Not exactly a strong tactical move by Hunter....
Kevin: What do you mean? The
match has just started, and he’s already going for a table! This is going to
be bloody!
Indeed, Hunter quickly and deftly pulls a table from under the ring, and sets it up. Reaper seems content to watch as Hunter finishes up, grabs his black baseball bat that was already waiting for him at ring side, and slides back into the ring. Both of them run at each other, and there’s a loud crack as kendo stick meets knees, and baseball bat meets shoulder. Both fall back, but quickly get back to their feet.
Kevin: What a hit! Reaper will be bleeding in no time at all.
Dave: Looks to me like they’ll both be bleeding.
Reaper approaches a bit more cautiously this time, getting a few steps away before covering the final distance with a quick bound. But instead of the expected swing of the baseball bat, a quick jab to the stomach stops the attack. Hunter smashes the baseball bat across Reaper’s back, and he collapses to the ground. Before Hunter can further capitalize, Reaper grabs Hunter’s ankles, and pulls his legs out from under him.
Dave: The kendo stick is a ways across the ring, and it looks like both of them are fighting for the bat.
Reaper, who is on top of Hunter, puts his weight into it, and slowly presses the bat against Hunter’s neck. For a second, Hunter looks like he’s going to panic as his breath gets cut off, but a massive shove tosses Reaper to the side. Reaper swings the bat, cracking Hunter across the legs once before he rolls out of the ring.
Kevin: Hunter’s killer instinct telling him to go for another weapon. He’s leaning into the crowd.
Reaper slides out of the ring, but too late to stop Hunter from coming up with a chair. The chair smashes into Reaper’s arm, making him drop the bat, and then again against his skull. Reaper goes down, a little bit of blood trickling from his forehead.
Kevin: And Reaper’s the first to Bleed!
Dave: But it’s not over yet! Reaper’s got another weapon.
Reaper grabs a wrench from under the ring, and swings as hard as he can, taking Hunter across his right knee. Hunter swings the chair down, and it bounces off Reaper’s back. He raises it again, and Reaper swings quickly up, right between Hunter’s legs.
Dave: That had to hurt. Reaper, a vet of many hardcore matches, knows exactly where to hit a guy.
Hunter drops the chair, clutching himself in pain, and Reaper stands. He grabs Hunter, and slides him most of the way into the ring, with only is right leg sticking out, just past the knee. Reaper holds his leg in place, and brings the wrench down repeatedly on the back of Hunter’s knee.
Dave: Reaper working on that knee. Good strategy, Hunter probably can’t even walk now.
Kevin: It’d take a lot more than that to keep the Hardcore Icon down!
Hunter kicks at Reaper, and slides into the ring. He stands, favoring his right leg a bit, and waits for Reaper. Reaper seems to be quite happy with his current choice of weapon, and follows Hunter in. Hunter leans down, and grabs Reaper by the throat, lifting him above his head in a double choke. Reaper fights back with the wrench, but doesn’t seem to have a good angle to get a lot of power. Hunter walks over to the edge of the ring.
Kevin: That’s where Hunter set up the table earlier in the match. This could be over!
Hunter drops Reaper
over the ropes, and through the table, sending splinters of wood everywhere. He
doesn’t pause, climbing over the ropes to the apron, and knee drops off the
ring.
Kevin: That’s got to be it! There’s no way Reaper can still be able to move!
Dave: Ref going for the count.
The ref counts 1.......2.....kickout. Reaper barely gets a shoulder up, and then aims a series of punches at Hunter’s mid-section. Hunter rolls away, and both of them slowly get to their feet. Reaper reaches out, and grabs Hunter’s wrist. A quick whip sends Hunter into the ring pole. Reaper grabs the back of Hunter’s neck, and slams his head into the pole 1....2....3 times, and lets him drop to the mat.
Dave: There’s blood all over the apron, and Hunter looks a lot worse for the wear.
Reaper picks Hunter up, and whips him into the ring steps.
Kevin: Now look at that, he’s right over by PYRO. And you’re telling me he’s not going to strike?
But PYRO does indeed back off, moving a bit farther around the ring as Reaper walks to the ring steps. He grabs Hunter’s right leg, and lays in across the bottom ring step, and picks up the top ring step. He holds it high above his head, and gets ready to drop it. Hunter kicks at the lower ring step with his other leg, sending it into Reaper’s ankles, and pushing him off balance.
Kevin: Hell of a move there. Real expert material.
Hunter reaches over, still lying down, and grabs the bell man’s chair. He throws it, still open, with remarkable precision, knocking reaper back. The steps fall from his hands, and onto his chest as he lays on the ground. Hunter stands, and limps toward him. He grabs the chair, and smashes it across Reaper’s forehead twice.
Kevin: More blood! This match is turning out better than I thought. Both of these men are running out of steam though.
Dave: Looks like something in the crowd has caught Hunter’s eye.
Hunter looks over into the crowd, and starts to walk over toward the barrier. Behind him, Reaper slowly gets up, one of the legs from the broken table in hand. Hunter turns back around, but just a second too late. The metal leg smashes across the bridge of his nose, and he goes down.
Kevin: What did he see in the crowd?
Neither of the two seem inclined to move, so the camera pans up to the barrier, to show Lupin. He’s sitting with his arms stretched out across the backrests of two seats next to him and his feet kicked up on the other.
Kevin: The Hardcore Icon has been cheated!
Dave: There’s no cheating in a
hardcore match, but take a look at that. Reaper has caught sight of Lupin,
and he looks a bit nervous too.
Reaper crawls his way away from the barrier, and Hunter follows. Reaper gets to the apron, and uses it to help him to a standing position. Hunter reaches under the ring, and comes up with a length of cabling. He dives at Reaper, and wraps the cable around his legs. Reaper tries to kick, and falls back into the ring apron for his troubles.
Dave: This could be bad, he’s going for the neck.
Hunter wraps the cable around Reaper’s legs twice, and then around his neck. Hunter pulls it tight, choking Reaper, until his face flushes red. Reaper claws at Hunter’s face with one hand, as his other searches for something that can be used as a weapon. Just as he starts to look foggy, he comes up with a jagged piece of the broken table. He picks it up, and slams it into Hunter’s thigh.
Dave: That went in pretty deep.
Blood is flowing down Hunter’s leg. Neither of them can keep this up for
much longer.
Hunter lets go, and shuffles his way back. Reaper lays on the floor catching his breath. Hunter pulls himself up, using the barrier, and delivers a series of kicks to Reaper, who is in no shape to resist. Hunter kicks until Reaper stops flailing, and then walks over toward Lupin’s seat.
Dave: Lupin’s stayed out of this whole match, but it doesn’t look like Hunter’s going to let it stay that way.
Hunter walks to about 5 feet away from the barrier, and yells at Lupin, who seems pretty unconcerned. After about 10 seconds of this, Lupin stands. He looks at the crowd, who cheer, and hops the barricade. Hunter keeps yelling, now right in Lupin’s face, while Lupin smirks and just shakes his head at him.
Dave: We’ve got movement from Reaper’s end of the ring.
As the argument
continues, Reaper makes his way, crawling, across the floor. With one last burst
of
effort he stands, and goes for roll-up. At the same time, Lupin snaps his head
up and spews grey mist at
Hunter’s face.
Kevin: Treachery! What was that stuff he sprayed into Hunter’s face?
Dave: I don’t know, but it looks like it hit Reaper instead!
Reaper lays on the ground, clutching
his face. Hunter goes for the quick pin. The Ref counts
1....2....3
Kevin: And our victor, just as I always knew, Hunter, The Hardcore Icon!
PYRO runs around the ring, coming towards Lupin. Hunter also looks to Lupin, who grins and points at him before making the throat-slitting motion with his thumb while stepping up onto the barricade. PYRO lunges at him, as Lupin balances himself on the barricade, sticks his arms back in mock crucifixion, and falls backwards into the crowd who surfs him to the back.
Dave: It looks like Lupin got away, and Reaper’s still down. Emergency medical personnel are heading to the ring as we speak.
Hunter holds his arms up to the crowd, who boos, and walks up the ramp, past the stretcher. As the EMTs make it to Reaper, he stands, shoving off their help. With the support of PYRO, he walks up to the stage, where he asks for a mic.
Reaper: I’ve got just one
thing more to say before I leave. This Wednesday PYRO and I will be facing the
New Victory Alliance in the Tag Team Title Tournament. We want these title as
bad as I want the hardcore
title too. Unfortunately PYRO's and my tag team does not have a name since the
board struck our original
one down because it was too long. So therefore, for this match only, we will
have our tag team be called... THE NEWER VICTORY ALLIANCE!!! That’s right! You
heard me! I will see you guys in a few days.
Reaper slowly limps off stage, with the medical personnel following.
Dave: What endurance, to be able
to pick up the mic and do a spot. After that match, he shouldn’t have
even walked out of here.
Kevin: Praise where it’s due, and it’s due to Hunter tonight!
Curtis Green: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is set for one fall with a 15-minute time limit and is a first round bout for the Tag Team Titles. Making their ways to the ring first at a combined weight of 567 lbs..."The Pied Piper" Kirk Visconty and Bruce "The Flesh" Hammer, the Sweet Tart Express!
(The Megatron lights up with a huge letter "S", it fades back to black and then another letter appears. "T" it quickly fades out and is replaced with another letter "E". "Full On Kevin's Mom" by Soundgarden starts to play through out the arena as "STE" appears on the Megatron. The "Pied Piper" Kirk Visconty and Bruce "Flesh" Hammer walk out onto the entrance ramp and stare out into the crowd, both men wearing a Regulator Izzy G T-shirt. Piper and Hammer high five each other and slowly make their way to the ring, pointing to signs, making fun of the guys in the crowd, and trying to find the best looking girl in the crowd. Piper slides into the ring while Bruce walks over towards the announcers table.)
Dave
Jackson: Now what has Bruce got here?
Kevin Fisher: It looks like one of those new Darth Maul light sabres.
Bruce Hammer: LOWOWOWOW JACKIES!! FEAR THE FLESH HAMMER!
(Hammer pushes the button and a 24" dildo flies out on each side.)
Dave
Jackson: I wonder if they're censoring
that on TV.
Kevin Fisher: Ugh! I think it touched my face!
Curtis Green: And their opponents, coming down the aisle at a combined
weight of 499 lbs...Biggs N Karl!
("Bad Blood" by Ministry plays over the loudspeakers as Biggs sprinting to the ring like a bat out of Hell with a monarch butterfly painted on his face. Karl takes his sweet time, shaking his head at Biggs as he climbs up into the ring.)
(Just as the match is about to get underway, "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins to play throughout the arena a small pyro show goes off, then out steps "The Specialist" and "Primetime" Ray Anderson. The crowd "boo's" loudly.)
Dave
Jackson: Not these too fools again.
Kevin Fisher: Watch who you're calling fools.
Ric Gold: Whoa! Don't start anything yet. Since this is the first match,
of the first round of the World Tag-Team Title Tournament Ray and myself felt
what better time to throw our names into the hat.
(Ray taunts the men in the ring. Biggs 'n' Karl and The Sweet-Tart Express both start to get a little hot under the collar and yell back at the PWC.)
Ric Gold: Calm down boys, you'll need that energy for your match. Besides we just want to say let the best men win tonight, because we know if any of you should be lucky enough to get to the finals you'll be facing US!!
(Ric then hands the mic to Ray Anderson.)
Ray Anderson: We are the PWC!! And we are the greatest tag-team of all time!!! If you don't believe me just go to my house and you will find.. Oh, about 5 tag team titles hanging on the mantle, right next to the "All-Time TV Championship!" HA HA! (points to Piper in the ring) That's right Piper, I'm the All-Time TV Champ. I'll admit you were an OK TV Champ, but you're no "Primetime." And your team is no PWC so good luck on your match tonight. (Ray looks over to Ric) I can tell they are going to need it.
(Ray hands the microphone back to Ric.)
Ric Gold: Bye-Bye.
(The teams are still yelling at the PWC.)
Ric Gold: In case you don't understand, "bye-bye" means you can start the match now.
(The ref gets in and orders the teams around as Gold and Anderson return to the back.)
Dave
Jackson: What nerve those men have!
Kevin Fisher: Lets begin a chant Jackson. PWC, PWC, PWC!!!
Dave Jackson: Give me a break.
Kevin Fisher: Gimme a break, gimme a break. Break me off a piece of that
Kit-Kat Bar!
Dave Jackson: The match is ready to start, now get your mind on the ring.
(The bell rings, and Piper starts off with Karl, and Piper lunges in for a tie-up but Karl rocks him across the face with a set of rights. He backs Piper into the ropes and gives him an Irish Whip before clocking him right in the face again. Piper stumbles, holding his jaw as Karl measures up for another jaw-rocker, but Piper pokes him in the eyes Three Stooges-style. Piper winds up and almost flips Karl over with a huge European Uppercut. Piper does a little dance around Karl before dropping to a knee and flexing towards Biggs. He spits at him and laughs as Biggs tries to rush in but the ref holds him at bay.)
Kevin
Fisher: European Uppercut from Hell!
Dave Jackson: I'll say, Piper is known for those stiff uppercuts but that
almost took Karl's head off.
Kevin Fisher: That's why it's a European Uppercut from Hell. It'd have
been a love tap if it was just from Europe.
(Piper cockily drags Karl over to his corner, and Biggs slaps him on the back before slingshotting himself in with a springboard dropkick that rolls Piper backwards head over heels. Biggs gets back up and runs right over to Piper, diving in top of him and punching him repeatedly in the face. Bruce suddenly gets up from the announce table and slides inside the ring, cracking Biggs across the back of the head with the Flesh Hammer as the referee is trying to keep Karl from coming in. The referee turns to see Bruce outside the ring holding up the Darth Maul dildo-thing and grabs it from him, throwing it out near the announcer's table.)
Dave
Jackson: ACK! Incoming!
Kevin Fisher: Huh? (smack) Dammit! It hit me in the face again!!
(Biggs slowly gets up as Piper tags in Bruce who steps in and belly-to-belly suplexes Biggs to the mat before sticking his fingers up Biggs nose and pulling him to his feet. Bruce snapmares Biggs by the nostrils and locks in a reverse chinlock, but Biggs gets to his feet and belly-to-back suplexes Bruce. Both men get up, and Biggs rakes Bruce's eyes before going for the Irish Whip. Piper makes a blind tag as Biggs rebounds off the ropes close by, and Piper sneaks in a drop toe hold. Bruce comes in with a butt bomb right on the back of Biggs head, and a rip-roaring fart is heard.)
Dave
Jackson: This is like watching a really
bad TV show on Nickelodeon.
Kevin Fisher: (cracking up) Oh man! Did you hear how loud Bruce
just tore ass! Hoo hoo, check your drawers buddy!
(Piper falls on his back, laughing so hard that he's crying as Bruce hops around the ring, holding his butt and screaming that someone put shit in his pants. Biggs isn't moving, whether or not from the stench of an ass being dropped on his head, we won't know. Karl takes advantage of the situation to drag Biggs to their corner and make the tag as the referee fans the air. Karl comes behind Bruce and executes an atomic drop, causing Bruce to bounce off his knee and over the top rope screaming "AH! MY ASS!" Piper is still cracking up, and gets the wind knocked out of him as Karl delivers a knee roll to his side. He picks up Piper and starts in with the right hands again before executing an Irish Whip and back body dropping Piper up and over. Piper gets up and tries to stop Karl's momentum, but Karl scoop slams Piper down to the mat and drops an elbow. The pin attempt, and Piper kicks out at 2.
Karl picks up Piper and sets him up for a Vertical Suplex, but Piper blocks it and attempts one of his own. Karl plants his feet, and tries one more time to suplex Piper. Piper executes a duck-under though and comes up behind Karl with Karl's arms pulled across his own body. Piper bridges, hitting an Aztec Suplex and holding it for a pin. Biggs has regained consciousness, and Piper lets Karl go before 1 and hits the rushing Biggs with a T-Bone Suplex. Bruce is back in the ring, still holding his posterior.)
Dave
Jackson: Karl looked to be mounting a
comeback for his team, but Piper is on the ball. Biggs tried to make the save,
but I think he's still a bit woozy from the earlier incident.
Kevin Fisher: Oh man...that was classic. I want to see an instant replay
of that as soon as the match is over.
Dave Jackson: You might get your wish soon, cause it looks like The Sweet
Tart Express wants to end this.
(Piper grabs Karl's legs and looks at Bruce who gets on the top-rope. Piper lifts up Karl, and executes a sit-out wheelbarrow powerbomb as Bruce hits a top-rope legdrop to the back of Karl's head.)
Dave Jackson: The Tooth Chipper! It's over!!
(Piper rolls over Karl as Bruce stomps the recovering Biggs. 1, 2, 3.)
Curtis Green: THE WINNERS ARE THE SWEET TART EXPRESS!!!
(Piper and Bruce laugh as Bruce retrieves his Flesh Hammer from the announcer's table. Biggs goes over to Karl to see if he's alright while Piper flexes behind him. Bruce comes back into the ring and does a little demonstration, swinging around his Flesh Hammer in a ninja-like fashion. Piper laughs at Bruce, and the ref suddenly gets a bit close and "accidentally" gets blapped over the head. Piper and Bruce make a hasty exit as Karl begins to come to.)
Dave
Jackson: Well that was a sight to see.
Kevin Fisher: I still wanna see the whoopee cushion effect again. That
was hilarious.
Dave Jackson: We'll put it on repeat for ya as we goto this commercial
break.
(Cut to a commercial hyping the up-and-coming P.P.V.)
Curtis Green: Ladies and gentlemen this match is following a standard match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 252 pounds, hailing from Augusta, Main and being accompanied to the ring by his manager Bruce Garrett…Your United States Champion Shadowflare!
( “Sun” by Live starts to play over the entire stadium and Shadowflare makes his way out of the back with Bruce by his side. Shadowflare is wearing no shirt and has on black warm-up pants with three white stripes that go up each side. Bruce is wearing his normal attire. Shadowflare is also carrying his U.S. Title around his shoulder as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He then goes over to Curtis Green and grabs the mic from him.)
Shadowflare: Hey everyone in the audience I am here to improve your day, I know that without my entrance and the show that I put on all of your lives are worthless. That is why I feel that Extreme Warfare is always a good buy, I am Main Event every week.
(The crowd boos a little)
Shadowflare:
What is Malum coming out? Man, you gotta love this guy don’t you. I mean he is
one hell of a crack fiend. Is it just me or does all of Anjel's little group
just live off of LSD. They are just products of broken
homes and probably some sort of abuse that have grown up to hide their problems
away with occultism and acid, much like a lot of the members of tonight’s
audience.
(Crowd boos)
Shad:
Well, it seems to me that I have been blessed with the ability to prove once and
for all that the United States Champion, me not the title, is better then the
World Champion. You see many of you know that I have
been telling people for a long time how I am so much better and I am sure that
many of you think that I am a cowardly wrestler who needs to put up or shut up.
Well, I am here to put up and let me just say that I am not going to let
anything stop me.
Curtis Green: And his opponent, weighing in at 234 pounds, hailing from
Parts Unknown and being accompanied to the ring by ANJEL… Your EWA World
Heavyweight Champion Malum Diabolus!
(The lights go out as a maniacal laughter is heard. "Am I Evil" by Metallica starts to play as a spinning pentagram is displayed on the big screen. Malum Diabolus walks out holding his Championship belt. Malum’s chest glints with body oil as ANJEL comes out behind him. He puts one hand on his chest and claws down in, not cutting him, but just for dramatic effect. Some of the crowd is booing, but the majority is cheering, just because they’re so excited. Malum eyes the crowd evilly, getting a few more boos from the crowd.
He is all the way down to the ring when the lyrics "Am I evil? Yes I am!" play and "Malum Diabolus" appears over the spinning pentagram. Malum then slowly enters the ring looking Shadowflare up and down.)
Dave Jackson: Look, these too are ready to go for it.
Kevin Fisher: Yeah it looks like both of them want to prove that they are the best champion, I have my money on Shadowflare.
Dave Jackson: I have to argue, you don’t get to World Champion by losing matches.
Kevin Fisher: Yes but you forget that Shadowflare beat Malum Diabolus in that very ring to WIN his U.S. Title.
Dave Jackson: Well I guess that is true…
(Inside the ring Malum and Shadowflare are looking at each other very alertly waiting for each other to strike. Shadowflare then looks to the side and starts to talk with the referee. Malum takes a few steps back anticipating one of Shadowflare’s many tricks. Then Bruce Garrett slides in the ring and nails Malum in the back with a fairly weak chair shot. Bruce immediately slides out of the ring and Shadowflare rushes over at Malum.)
Kevin Fisher: Look at Shadowflare taking the initiative!
Dave Jackson: After some unfair insurance.
(Back in the ring Shadowflare has Malum in a headlock. Shad starts to tighten up just as Malum starts to elbow Shad in the gut. Shadowflare lets go and walks away from Malum who rushes at Shad with a huge clothesline that makes Shadowflare flip in the air. Shadowflare gets up quickly looking very surprised at the speed and strength of Malum. Malum once again rushes towards Shadowflare but this time Shad jumps up in the air and does some kick right to the jaw of Malum.)
Kevin Fisher: Look at those martial art moves!
(Malum shakes off the blow and then locks up with Shad. The two struggle for control and then Malum lets go and spins around Shadowflare and applies an abdominal stretch with abdominal claw. Shadowflare is holding the screams in as he tries to break free of the hold. He then falls to his knees causing Malum to lose his balance and fall as well and lose his grip but not before causing extra damage to Shadowflare from falling.)
Dave Jackson: Shadowflare looks like he is hurt badly. Look at him squirm.
(Shadowflare is rolling on the ground in what looks to be complete and utter pain. Malum just gets up and starts to kick Shadowflare while he is down. He then grabs Shad and picks him up very slowly. Malum then picks Shad up and hits him with a huge spine buster in the middle of the ring. Malum then turns Shadowflare over and applies an arm bar as Shad attempts to crawl to the ropes.)
Kevin Fisher: No, Shadowflare get to the ropes!
Dave Jackson: Malum is working Shadowflare over.
(Shadowflare finally reaches the ropes and starts to get up himself, very slowly. Malum stands up behind him and grabs Shadowflare’s arm. Malum looks to be going for a short arm clothesline but Shad pulls Malum close to him and then does a leg sweep face slam on Malum. Shad rolls to the opposite corner of the ring and Malum starts to get up as Shadowflare rests in the corner. Malum gets up and rushes at Shadowflare who is resting. Shadowflare just stands his ground and does a huge kick right to the side of Malum’s head. Malum stumbles back and Shad starts to kick him a couple more times before Malum grabs Shadowflare’s leg.)
Kevin Fisher: This doesn’t look good!
(Malum twists on the ground and wraps his arm around Shadowflare’s ankle applying an ankle lock. Shadowflare looks like he is in some serious pain as he slowly crawls to the ropes. Shadowflare gets inches away and then Malum pulls Shad back to the middle of the ring. Shadowflare is in the submission maneuver for another good 10 seconds before he reaches back with his other foot and kicks Malum right in the neck. Malum falls back and gets to his knees. Shadowflare gets on his feet with aid from the ropes and starts to walk off his limp.)
Dave Jackson: This does not look good at all if you are a Shadowflare fan.
(Shadowflare turns around to see Malum staring right at Shad. He then applies the Finger of Death to Shadowflare. As he is about to force Shadowflare to the ground Bruce jumps up to the apron and the ref turns to push him back down. Shadowflare then kicks Malum right in the balls. Shadowflare stands up straight and then pulls Malum over and picks him up for a gut-wrench powerbomb. Shadowflare then stands up and starts to rest on the ropes as Malum recovers.)
Kevin Fisher: Yeah there you go!
Dave Jackson: Look how exhausted Shadowflare is.
(Shadowflare sees that Malum is about to get up and he goes over to him and grabs his head and pulls him to his feet. Shadowflare then locks Malum in for a Fisherman’s suplex. Shadowflare gets Malum inches from going up and over and then Malum hooks around Shadowflare’s head and comes back down with a DDT. Malum then starts to choke Shadowflare until the ref stops him and then Malum gets up hits Shadowflare in the temple and starts choking him again.)
Kevin Fisher: This looks painful, to painful.
Dave Jackson: The ref is warning Malum, there he goes and lets go.
(Shadowflare starts to get up and Malum waits patiently. Shadowflare then runs at Malum who looks like he is going to dodge to the side. Then Shadowflare stops in his tracks and locks in an inverted face lock and to everyone’s surprise pulls off a inverted facelock swinging neck breaker, Shadowflare then gets up and starts to kick Malum repetitively. Shadowflare then falls to the mat and apples a sleeper hold on Malum. Shadowflare then picks Malum up and, still having him in the sleeper, falls down for a modified reverse DDT. Shadowflare goes for the pin.) 1... 2... Kickout!
Kevin Fisher: Damn, I could swear he had him.
(Shadowflare picks Malum back up after the failed pin attempt and starts to lock in for the Panic Attack. Just as Shadowflare gets the arms locked into position Malum rears back and Shadowflare gets back dropped onto the ground. Shadowflare starts to get up but is put into a Cobra Clutch. Thankfully to Shadowflare they were close to the ropes and he manages to get to them before having to submit. Shadowflare and Malum get up slowly. They are exchanging brutal punches back and forth. Finally Shadowflare locks Malum’s arms in his armpits and does a huge belly to belly double arm suplex. Malum just rolls with the landing and gets right up. Shadowflare comes towards Malum just as he ducks down and hoists Shadowflare over the top rope. Shadowflare however; lands on the apron and grabs Malum around the neck. Shadowflare is about to jump off the apron now but Malum starts to pull Shadowflare back into the ring.)
Dave Jackson: That is impossible, look at Shadowflare try and break free.
(Shadowflare then lets go of Malum’s neck and starts to smile at Malum. Shadowflare then turns around to get out of the ring and Malum just kicks Shadowflare in the back hard. Shadowflare flies off of the apron and hits his head against the guardrail busting it open making Shadowflare bleed all over. Shadowflare seems unfazed by the blood but gets up looking to be in pain. Malum stands in the middle of the ring looking very proud of himself. Shadowflare gets in the ring behind Malum but it doesn’t trick him. Malum ducks to the side and grabs Shadowflare around the waist. Malum is about to go for a German suplex but changes his mind at the last minute and does a bull dog followed by a pin.)1... 2... Kickout!
Kevin Fisher: I knew it, I knew he could do it. Shadowflare kicks out!
Dave Jackson: But how many times can he do that. He is bleeding for god’s sake!
Kevin Fisher: Shad can do it as long as he wants!
(Shadowflare gets to his feet and Malum looks to be going for his finisher once again. This time Shadowflare grabs his arm and pulls it down. Shad then grabs the other hand and pulls Malum Diabolus down. Shad smiles arrogantly towards the crowd and drops down for The Panic Attack. Shadowflare crawls over for the cover. 1... 2... Kickout!)
Dave Jackson: Malum kicks out! He kicks out!
Kevin Fisher: How, how!?
(In the ring Shadowflare looks just as surprised as the announcers. He then rolls out of the ring. Malum starts to get up slowly and he goes out of the ring on the other side. Bruce runs over to Malum and is about to hit Malum but Bruce gets sucker punched and is knocked out cold. Malum then picks up his chair and slides in the ring. At the exact same time Shadowflare slides into the ring with a chair of his own. The two stare at each other and the ref is trying to get them to drop the chairs. The two run at each to each other chairs in hand and then the camera shuts off, The End of Extreme Warfare.)