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| ["We Die Young" by Alice in Chains echoes throughout the arena as the last few stragglers find their seats. The cheers are extremely loud as Cliff Anderson and Jack Deruke find their way down to ringside. The duo sit themselves down and put on their headsets. The camera takes one quick swipe around the arena before coming to a rest in front of the commentating table.] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gents...welcome to Riptide! Jack Deruke:: That's right! And tonight's gonna be crazy fresh! Cliff Anderson:: First off, we'd like to thank the powers that be earlier this week for the safety of one Alexa Blaze. There was a fire at the home of Alexa and Rory Blaze this past Wednesday and Alexa suffered minor burns. Police have deduced that the inferno was an act of arson but there are no suspects as of yet. We're just thankful that Alexa is alive and well as her fate could have been much worse. Jack Deruke:: How ironic. Just days before that little fruit defends his belt in a First Blaze match Mr. Blaze's house goes POOF! Cliff Anderson:: Now...let's get down to business. We're here for wrestling, and wrestling you shall receive. Tonight bitter rivals Olaf and Billy Sadistic square off for the Hardcore Championship. Griffin Youngblood puts the Television Championship on the line against Danny DeLuca once again, this time with no time limit. The aforementioned Rory Blaze defends the Atlantic Championship against the former champ, Revilation, in a First Blaze match in which both competitors will try to light the other on fire! Jack Deruke:: Yeah, and in the main event that sniveling little dweeb Brian Zane finally gets what he wants...a beating inside of a steel cage a la Kris Kartier! ["All in the Suit that you Wear" by the Stone Temple Pilots hits and the fans give it up for Dick.] |
| [Richard Cormier struts out from the back with a grin on his face and a microphone in his hand. It's an odd feeling for old Dick...being cheered. He stands at the top of the ramp and waits for the music to die out before speaking.] Richard Cormier:: Now, now. I've been hearing a lot of fuss in the back this week about tonight's main event. The cage match between Brian Zane and Kris Kartier. Two men that hate each other's guts are gonna rip each other apart. But a lot of people think that the outcome is gonna be the same. The Chosen run in and help Kartier escape with the title... [The fans begin booing.] Richard Cormier:: Not tonight! I stated last week that anybody interfering in this match would be fired on the spot. Well, I'm going to uphold that statement tonight...personally! [The fans begin cheering.] Richard Cormier:: Tonight, I'll be standing outside the cage to enforce the law! Fellas, there's a new sheriff in town... [With that, Cormier grins and heads backstage while the fans cheer.] |
| Cliff Anderson:: Well, it looks like we'll finally have a fair showdown between Kartier and Zane. Right now, we've got a match between Mr. Showtime and the Blonde Berserker. Tension between the Chosen and the Best came to a head last week and I think all hell is gonna break loose here tonight. [Larry Thompson it out first and it becomes clear immediately that the fans hate his guts. The exact opposite can be said for Showtime. The fans love the guy. Mikey Wryght makes his way down to the ring and awaits the bell. The referee calls for the bell and the two go at it. Both men are solid performers with few weaknesses. Thompson is clearly the better technical wrestler and he uses his skills to ground Wryght.] Cliff Anderson:: Wryght, in my opinion, is one of the most well-rounded athletes in the wrestling industry today, but he doesn't want to get into a ground battle with Larry Thompson. Thompson, along with Griffin Youngblood and Danny DeLuca, is one of the elite technicians in this business. [Showtime doesn't stay grounded for long. He fights his way up and begins unloading on Thompson with what many consider to be some of the best punches in the business. The Blond Berserker fights back but Mr. Showtime is on a roll. Thompson is staggered with rights and lefts. Showtime hits the ropes but Thompson quickly recovers and throws the He Hate Me Kick! Showtime ducks under the kick, spins around, grabs Thompson by the head, and drops him with the Spotlight! The fans erupt as Wryght makes the cover. 1...2...3! Jack Deruke:: Hey, a clean match for once... |
| [The camera follows Thompson to the backstage area and he doesn't look happy. He kicks the wall a few times on the way to the back. As he rounds the corner he runs into his big friend and fellow Tag Team Champion, Olaf.] Larry Thompson:: Hey Olie, where in the hell were you? I coulda used ya out there. Olaf:: Sorry. I had to go to the bathroom... Larry Thompson:: Number one or number two? Olaf:: ...four. Larry Thompson:: Number four? Christ, man! Well, you ready to tear Sadistic apart? Olaf:: Actually, that's where I'm headed right now. I don't need a match to kick his posterior. He's driving a wedge into the Chosen. Now Revilation's not speaking to me. Hell, nobody's even seen the Rev tonight... Larry Thompson:: Well, you know I'm in your corner, big man, but you should probably wait until your match... Olaf:: There are a lot of things I should have done. [With that, Olaf turns and heads for the locker room of the Chosen. Thompson can be heard muttering under his breath as he chases behind him.] Larry Thompson:: ...sh*t... [Olaf reaches the dressing room door and busts in. Kris Kartier and Billy Sadistic are chilling out as Olaf stomps into the room and goes right for the Phenom. Sadistic backs into a corner as Kartier jumps in front of the big man. Thompson flies into the room to try and contain the Giant German.] Olaf:: No running away tonight, little man! Billy Sadistic:: Kiss my ass you Nazi freak! Kris Kartier:: Guys! GUYS!!! What in the hell are you doing?! Richard Cormier's puttin' us through the wringer right now! This is the last thing we need, no chill out! Chill out! [Kartier and Thompson struggle to hold the massive Olaf at bay while Sadistic throws his arms up and storms out of the room.] |
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| [Sadistic is the first man out from the back and he doesn't look to be in the best of spirits. The fans have some fun boing the hardcore veteran. Olaf is out next and he's got an enormous grin on his face. Facing a man the size of Olaf, Sadistic realizes he's gonna need some backup. He bails out of the ring and fishes a steel chair out from under the ring. Olaf steps into the ring over the top rope and lays the Hardcore Championship in front of him...almost daring the Phenom to cross it. Sadistic slides back into the ring and he's got bad intentions on his mind.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, I can tell you right now that this will get ugly. [Olaf points to the chair, then at his own head. He's inviting Sadistic to give him his best shot. Sadistic looks at the chair, then at Olaf. The fans begin cheering. The fans wanna see two members of the Chosen kill each other. Sadistic steps forward. He sizes Olaf up, then winds up with the chair. Just before crushing Olaf's skull Sadistic drops the chair and pokes Olaf in the chest. Olaf takes a huge bump and lands sprawled out on his back. Sadistic holds his arms out to his sides in mock astonishment before dropping down to make the cover. The fans begin booing. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell? I thought these guys hated each other. What was that all about? [Olaf and Sadistic both stand as if nothing happened and embrace in the center of the ring. Sadistic walks over to the nearest camera man and looks into the lens.] Billy Sadistic:: Suck on that, Dicky! Cliff Anderson:: So much for the Chosen imploding. They just pulled one over on Cormier... |
| [The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find Griffin Youngblood ready for action. His cold blue eyes stare straight ahead as he makes his way towards the ring entrance. As he's walking Nick Teredo falls in beside him.] Griffin Youngblood:: Ready? Nick Teredo:: Yup. Griffin Youngblood:: Good. [The two continue walking in silence as the shot returns to the arena.] |
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| [Danny DeLuca is out first and he receives a fair reaction from the crowd. Although the fans don't know him very well they respect what the man can do inside the ring. He climbs into the ring and awaits the arrival of the Television Champion. Youngblood's music hits and out walks the champ...along with the Native Son.] Cliff Anderson:: Now wait just a second. What is Nick Teredo doing out here? He doesn't have a managing license. Jack Deruke:: How do you know he doesn't have a managing license? Cliff Anderson:: Because he's got a wrestling license. You can't hold a wrestling license and a managing license at the same time. He shouldn't even be allowed at ringside. [Teredo prowls around the ring like a hyena as Youngblood steps inside. The referee holds the belt in the air before calling for the bell. The two begin to circle each other as the fans wait for something special to happen. The two lock up and insanity ensues. Moves and counters take place that most people have never even seen, let alone heard of. Youngblood takes DeLuca to the mat and rolls him over in a double-armbar pinning predicament. 1...2...DeLuca barely frees a shoulder but spins around into a front facelock and flips Youngblood to his back in a modified suplex. DeLuca goes for the D-Lock but Youngblood quickly squirms out of the ring to compose himself. Teredo is there to console him.] Cliff Anderson:: This is already turning into a game of chess and DeLuca has an early advantage. [After taking an eight-count Youngblood rolls back in. They circle each other and go to lockup but Youngblood hits a double leg takedown and works in a leg grapevine. Teredo begins rifling around under the ring for something as DeLuca reverses the hold and snatches Griffin in a side headlock. Griffin rolls him up. 1...2...kickout! Youngblood fights up and shoves DeLuca off into the ropes. Griffin throws a clothesline but DeLuca wraps around behind him and hurls him through the air with a release German suplex. Youngblood lands hard on the back of his neck and quickly rolls to the corner clutching his neck. The referee is quick to check on him and Youngblood seems to be in a great deal of pain.] Cliff Anderson:: Ouch! Griffin just landed hard on the back of his neck. This doesn't look good. [DeLuca advances towards Youngblood but the referee keeps him back. Teredo finds what he's looking for...a steel chain. Teredo slides into the ring as the referee and DeLuca are occupied with Youngblood's injury. Teredo goes for DeLuca's knee with the chain but DeLuca jumps at the last second to dodge the blow. Teredo turns to swing again but Danny drops him with the Mute Crank! Teredo rolls to the outside leaving the steel chain for Danny DeLuca. DeLuca grabs the chain but the referee turns around and quickly spots the weapon. The referee grabs the chains and yanks it out of Danny's hand. As if nothing were wrong, Youngblood bolts out of the corner, boots DeLuca in the gut, and plants him with the Technicality! The referee is in position to make the count. 1...2...3!] Jack Deruke:: Woo! [Youngblood quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs his belt. DeLuca is furious as he pleads his case with the official. Teredo reaches Youngblood on wobbly knees and follows him to the back as the fans boo |
| [The camera finds Rory Blaze sitting in the backstage area by himself on a steel folding chair. He's got the Atlantic Championship resting over his legs and his head is lowered in thought. He's had a very stressful week. His wife almost died in a fire and he's set to defend the Atlantic Championship in the biggest, most dangerous match of his young career. Things couldn't get much worse...or could they?] Delivery Man:: Mr. Blaze? [Rory slowly raises his head and stares up at the portly, bearded fellow with tired eyes.] Rory Blaze:: Yeah? Delivery Man:: I have a delivery for you. If you could just sign here... [Rory quickly scribbles his Herbie Hancock on the man's clipboard and takes what appears to be a small letter. The big-bellied fellow walks off leaving Rory with his parcel. Blaze stares down at the unmarked envelope with just a hint of confusion in his eyes before opening it. He pulls out a charred piece of paper and reads it over. Upon reading it his eyes grow cold and the piece of paper flutters to the ground. Blaze grabs his belt, stands, and heads for the ring.] Rory Blaze:: I can't believe it. Alexa was right. Tonight I am going to kill this man... [Blaze leaves as the camera zooms in on the burnt document. It reads: "On Wednesday I burned your wife. Tonight, I burn you. -The Rev"] |
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| Cliff Anderson:: I'm wondering if Revilation is even gonna show up here tonight. Nobody's even seen him in the building. Destini doesn't even know where he is. [The ring has been surrounded by four long burners, one on each side. Revilation's music hits and he slowly makes his way out from the back garbed in a long, black trenchcoat. He has a twisted smile on his face as he slowly walks down the aisle. The fans still can't stand the guy. He makes it halfway down the ramp before he's jumped from behind by an enraged Rory Blaze. Blaze throws him into the ring and dives in behind him. The referee calls for the bell and the burners slowly spark with flames. Blaze doesn't care about the fire. He's too busy beating the hell out of Revilation. The fire comes to a roaring blaze and the fans begin cheering.] Cliff Anderson:: Jesus those flames are cookin'! I'm burnin' up over here. Jack Deruke:: Me, too. I think I lost some of my eyebrows. [Blaze continues his assault on the Rev. Revilation hits a headbutt that stuns Blaze enough for Revilation to throw him off. Blaze comes right back but Revilation backdrops him over the ropes and...Blaze lands free of the roaring flames!] Cliff Anderson:: Holy Christ! That was close! [Blaze slowly stands on the outside as Revilation hits the far side and makes a suicide dive over the top rope just above the flames. The Rev collides with the Atlantic Champion and both men tumble across the concrete! The fans are on their feet. Both men are up at the same time and they're trading blows. Revilation connects with a boot to the gut and he goes for an Irish whip towards the flames. Blaze puts on the brakes just before meeting a crispy fate as the flames dance in front of his face. Blaze turns around just in time to see Revilation charging. Blaze goes for a backdrop at the last second but Revilation stops on a dime and hooks Blaze for the Sacrifyce!] Cliff Anderson:: No! He's gonna Sacrifyce Rory Blaze on the flames! [Revilation tries to lift Blaze but the Atlantic Champion blocks it. Revilation tries again but Blaze counters with a backdrop! As Revilation is falling his leg becomes tangled in the burner and his pant leg quickly catches fire! The fans go crazy as the referee calls for the bell. Revilation pulls himself free and tries frantically to beat the blaze out. Rory isn't quite done, yet...] |
| [Revilation is still trying to stomp the flames out when Rory lifts Revilation onto his shoulder and slams him onto the burner. It only takes a couple seconds before Revilation's long trenchcoat is totally engulfed in flames. Revilation has turned into a running inferno as he sprints for the backstage area. Rory grabs a chair and follows after him.] Cliff Anderson:: My God! Revilation is being burnt to a crisp! And Rory wants to inflict more damage?! [Nope. The cameras catch up to the engagement in the backstage area. What appears to be a human body lies burning on the ground as Blaze stands waiting with a dented steel chair. Several officials and EMTs have already been laid out. Blaze is preventing anybody from extinguishing Revilation. The body looks to have been burnt to a crisp and it's debatable whether or not it's even a human body at all. Finally, Blaze drops the chair and EMTs and medics are able to put out the flames. Blaze calmly leaves whistling a lonesome tune rounding the corner. As he rounds the corner, he runs smack dab into the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. The fans begin cheering. Arkham just stares at him with pale blue eyes.] Arkham:: That was very heartless of you. [Blaze simply spits on the ground.] Rory Blaze:: What do you care? Arkham:: I don't. You just remind me a lot of myself when I was your age... Rory Blaze:: Pfft. The difference between you and me is I won't turn into a washed up has-been when I should be in my prime. [With that, Rory shoulders past the daredevil and heads off down the hall. Arkham's emotionless face slowly forms into a wicked grin as the shot switches to Kris Kartier's dressing room.] |
| [Kartier has his belt over his shoulder and he looks like he's ready for action. No Gimmicks Needed and Billy Sadistic are with him, but Revilation is nowhere to be found, obviously.] Kris Kartier:: Hey, anybody seen Revilation yet? Did he even show up to his match? Destini:: I don't know. We were all in the back trying to figure out how to work the...the, uh...thing. Billy Sadistic:: He hasn't returned any of my calls. Larry Thompson:: Yeah, me neither. Kris Kartier:: Eh...he's just stubborn. He'll come around. Give him a bit of time. We just need to concentrate on keeping the Heavyweight Championship around my waist. Olaf:: But...Kris. We don't wanna get fired... Kris Kartier:: Look, you just stick to the plan and everything will be just fine... [Kris Kartier stands, gives Regina a peck on the check, and heads off towards the big, bright lights.] |
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| Cliff Anderson:: This is it, folks. The match we've all been waiting for. Not interference. Two men enter. One man leaves as champion. [Zane's music hits and the fans come to their feet. The cheers are deafening. The Z-Man walks out from the back and raises his hands to the side. The fans erupt. Zane is pumped up. He makes his way down the ramp and shakes the cage a few times before climbing the stares and stepping into the structure. Kartier's music hits and the cheers turn to thunderous boos. The Main Event struts out from the back with the title draped over his shoulder. He's got a cocky grin on his face but the steel cage has him looking a bit worried. He hands his belt to referee Perry Daton before stepping inside the fifteen foot high cage. Cormier's music hits next and he walks out from the back to a round of applause. Cormier takes up post at the bottom of the ramp and faces towards the entrance.] Cliff Anderson:: Cormier is holding true to his word. Tonight he'll play the role of enforcer. Anybody trying to interfere will be fired... Jack Deruke:: ...on the spot! [The tension mounts as the referee calls for the bell. Zane and Kartier look at the steel prison surrounding them before focusing on each other. They go to lock up in the center of the ring but Kartier catches Zane with a boot to the gut. Kartier lands a punch to the head and Zane drops to a knee. Kartier grabs Zane by the back of the head and sends him towards the steel. Zane springboards off the ropes and catches Kartier with a back elbow! Kartier staggers into the corner and Zane is there to meet him with a chop across the chest! Zane mounts the second turnbuckle and begins dropping left hands down onto the head of Kartier. The fans count along.] Crowd:: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! [Kartier lifts Zane out of the corner, carries him to the center of the ring, and executes an inverted atomic drop! Zane winces from the pain as Kartier drops him with a running clothesline!] Cliff Anderson:: There are two ways to win this match. The first is to scale the cage and climb all the way down to the outside. The second is to walk out through the door to the outside. Both feet must touch the ground. [With Zane down, Kartier heads for the door. The referee opens the door but Zane is all over the champion before he can even get a leg out. Zane socks Kartier in the gut, then grabs him by the back of the head and slams him into the cage! The fans erupt as Kartier falls to a knee. Zane pulls him back up and slams him into the cage three more times before letting Kartier fall to the mat. The Heavyweight Champion has been busted open. Zane takes his opportunity to scale the cage. Kartier isn't moving as the blood flows like a river. Zane is nearing the top of the cage but rather than throw a leg over and climb down the other side he turns and faces the ring. The fans begin screaming. Zane sizes Kartier up before dropping an elbow on him from over ten feet in the air!] Cliff Anderson:: Oh God! He just drove an elbow into the black heart of Kartier from the top of the cage! [Rather than exit the cage, Zane has decided that he wants to punish Kartier. Zane waits for Kartier to stand before booting him in the mid-section and slapping on the Zane Vice! The fans let out a roar as Kartier tries to fight free. He slams Zane's back into the cage once...twice...three times and Zane finally releases the hold! Zane puts on the pressure and charges Kartier. The Main Event sidesteps and shoves Zane off into the steel wall! The Z-Man's head bounces off the cage and he staggers back into the ring. Kartier is waiting and he hooks him in the Karta-Hajime!] Cliff Anderson:: Karta-Hajime! He's got it locked in! Jack Deruke:: And Zane's been busted open also! [Zane's lights are slowly going out as Kartier continues to apply pressure. Kartier pulls Zane to the center of the ring. Zane tries to fight out of it and uses all of his strength to push them both backwards into the cage. Kartier still hangs on. Zane smashes Kartier into the cage again and he still hangs on. He goes for a third time but this time Kartier releases the hold, steps out of the way, and lets Zane carry himself into the cage! Zane rebounds off the cage with a desperation clothesline and both men are down. The fans are on their feet. As this is happening Olaf and Larry Thompson walk out from the back and stand at the top of the ramp. Richard Cormier doesn't look pleased and he warns them.] Cliff Anderson:: Great. Here comes trouble. I hope Cormier holds true to his word. [Zane and Kartier are both bloody messes as they struggle to their feet. Zane with a punch. Kartier retaliates. The two men trade blows in the center of the ring. Zane is getting the upper hand. Kartier with a thumb to the eye. He pulls Zane in and lifts him into the air for the Last Serenade! Zane wiggles free and slides down Kartier's back. Kartier spins around right into the BZT! The fans erupt and Kris Kartier is out cold!] Cliff Anderson:: He got him! Now all he has to do is walk out and we'll have a new champion! [Zane doesn't intend to walk out. He's going to climb out...like a man. Zane begins climbing the cage and Kartier isn't moving. Olaf and Thompson look like they want to make a move but they don't want to lose their jobs. Zane reaches the top of the cage and throws his leg over. As he's doing so, the cage slowly begins to raise with him on top. Nobody is sure what's going on. Kartier begins to stir in the center of the ring as Olaf and Thompson look on with smiles on their faces. The cage continues to raise as Kartier rolls to the edge of the ring. A shot switches to the backstage area and we find the control operator knocked unconscious and Billy Sadistic sitting in his place. The fans begin booing uncontrollably.] Cliff Anderson:: What in the name of...?! [Zane continues to descend down the side of the cage but the bottom of the cage is now hanging some fifteen feet above the ground. Zane lowers himself further and his legs are now dangling from the edge of the cage. Zane realizes what's at stake and drops from the cage, but before he does so Kartier rolls out of the ring and lands a second before Zane does. Perry Daton has no choice but to call for the bell. Zane lands awkwardly and twists his ankle in doing so. Olaf and Thompson give a high five at the top of the ramp and head to the back as the announcement comes over the speakers.] Timothy Cormier:: The winner of the match...and STILL Heavyweight Champion...Kris Kartier! [The fans boo mercilessly and Zane can't believe what's happened. He slams a fist down on the floor violently. Richard Cormier turns around and can't believe what's transpired. While his back was turned, the cage was raised high into the air. The Chosen have gotten the best of him yet again.] |
| [A bloody Kris Kartier retrieves his belt as the rest of the Chosen are shown celebrating backstage. The camera zooms in on Kartier as the blood continues to drip down his face. The cocky smile is unmistakable.] Kris Kartier:: I'd just like to take this time to thank all of my fans back home. And I'd also like to apologize... [He begins laughing before he can even finish.] Kris Kartier:: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the sh*t! Ha ha ha! Now get out of my face, bitch! [Riptide comes to an end with a bloody Kris Kartier triumphantly holding the Heavyweight Championship.] |
