Steve "Hardkore" Waltman Match Archive
Surgical Strike 2004
Tyce vs. Madd Dogg vs. Hardkore, Cage Match
PETER ROBERTS:"As for our loudness, the service men, and Iraqi citizens atending here, are raising the roof for FHW, as we're starting our pay per view off with a cage match!" FRED ESTRIDGE:"Which means everyone else is going to have to raise their game to keep this crowd into the bout!"
PETER ROBERTS:"The crew is finishing up locking the cage into place, and the referee is getting the chain laced through the side of the door."
TYCE
"Ladies and Gentlemen...coming to the ring for his first match in the FHW...from
Boston...at 6'5" and 218lbs...he is TYCE!!!!!!!"
FRED ESTRIDGE:"Here comes TYCE, "Judith" by a Perfect Circle playing."
PETER ROBERTS:"The crowd giving the enigmatic Tyce a good reaction although he's done little in ways of getting known amongst the FHW faithful."
FRED ESTRIDGE:"At six five you'd figure he'd pack on more weight than two hundred and eighteen pounds. I swear if he turned sideways he'd disappear in that cage."
PETER ROBERTS:"I hear a guitar chord...."
HARDKORE
"Ladies and Gentlemen...his opponant...from Kruk, Wisconsin...at 6'3"
and 225 lbs...he is HARDKORE!! STEVE WALTMAN!!!!"
FRED ESTRIDGE:"And STEVE WALTMAN coming down the aisle. Slowly walking to the ring. He rolls under the ropes and the refs are closing the cage. No need to wait for TYCE."
PETER ROBERTS:"TYCE circling around, and there's the bell, both men are looking anxious to get this started..."
FRED ESTRIDGE:"Like insurgents with fingers on a car bomb button!"
PETER ROBERTS:"I was hoping we'd not go that route, and TYCE fakes out HARDKORE ducking the tie up and going straight into a hammerlock with a duck under!"
FRED:"WALTMAN being victimized by that leverage as TYCE is two inches taller and working that hammerlock, but WALTMAN falls and applies the reverse drop toe hold escaping the hammerlock!"
PETER:"Smart move by "HARDKORE", The crowd waiting for TYCE to counter, as WALTMAN keeps on the offensive, locking a step over toe hold onto TYCE, but TYCE grabs the arm of STEVE WALTMAN, pulling him in front of him with an armbar, but WALTMAN rising up..."HARDKORE" single legs TYCE and then drops an elbow on the knee!"!
FRED:"He's going to break that knee! Can't wait to see it get that ratings grabbing compound fracture! TYCE trying for a short arm scissor, but WALTMAN not giving up on posting his elbow into that knee with the leg lace. TYCE in frustration kicking his calf downwards against WALTMAN's face!"
PETER:"WALTMAN rolling away, holding his nose, and TYCE up to his feet waiting on WALTMAN who turns into an armdrag by TYCE! HARDKORE up and into another armdrag by TYCE! TYCE off the ropes, CROSS BODY BLOCK!"
FRED:"Jesus! I'm right here! Keep it down!"
PETER:"TYCE hooks the leg, only a one count."
FRED:"Too early to beat HARDKORE, HARDKORE to his feet, TYCE swings, HARDKORE ducks, TYCE turns around and into a punch by HARDKORE, another,and a third, TYCE falling from the blow! Crowd making noise, as they see this bout picking up."
PETER:"TYCE rising into a standing dropkick from STEVE WALTMAN. WALTMAN not letting up as he rubs his nose with the back of his hand, and a snapmare and a quick leg drop! HARDKORE on fire! Hooking the leg, and only a one count as well!"
FRED:"STEVE WALTMAN still not waiting and decides to whip TYCE to the ropes, but the bigger man with the reversal!"
PETER:""HARDKORE" leapfrogs TYCE! TYCE comes back into a back kick to the stomache from WALTMAN, WALTMAN runs of the ropes, comes back at TYCE!"
FRED:"TYCE explodes with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!!"
PETER:"TYCE using his size and leverage to his advantage, draping WALTMAN on his knee, and WALTMAN rolls in pain as TYCE puts the stomps to him!"
FRED:"TYCE brings STEVE WALTMAN up, and body slam! Shaking the ring and cage like we're in the green zone!"
PETER:"FRED, that's not cool. Speaking of not cool, TYCE is heating up HARDKORE with a back suplex! Targeting his foe's spinal column!"
FRED:"Tyce is showing me something, and he covers WALTMAN!"
PETER:"The fist two count of the match, and TYCE motions to the cage! The crowd comes alive, as FHW fans regardless are the most ruthless and blood thirsty anywhere, and we wouldn't have it any other way!"
FRED:"Too much playing to them for my tastes. TYCE goes to ram WALTMAN to the cage!"
PETER:"BUT HARDKORE REVERSES!!!!"
FRED:"WALTMAN not wanting to be shown up and he reversed the attempt, TYCE flopping over from smashing into the cage!"
PETER:"Perhaps you made a point about playing to the crowd FRED, either way now HARDKORE motions to the masses who roar their approval as well!"
FRED:"Of course I made a point, I'm always right."
PETER:"HARDKORE now stands over TYCE and drops into the mount and starts pummeling him! Five shots as the ref warns about the closed fist...."
FRED:"He should disqualify him!"
PETER:"HARDKORE now picks TYCE up and goes to shoot him in, TYCE with a european reversal and pulls WALTMAN in, belly to belly suplex!"
FRED:"A cover, but only a two count, and TYCE wipes his forhead, feeling the earlier punches. TYCE now returns the favor mounting STEVE WALTMAN and landing fists on him! WALTMAN doesn't seem so hardcore now!"
PETER:"Not funny FRED, as TYCE may not want to trade blows with HARDKORE, afterall HARDKORE may be more comfortable in cages!"
FRED:"So many jokes, so little time...."
PETER:"TYCE, done pummeling HARDKORE and picks him up, drives him down with a body slam again! TYCE heading up to the top rope. HARDKORE rising."
FRED:"STEVE WALTMAN not going to let TYCE go to the top, catching up with him, and keeping TYCE on the middle rope, giving him several punches to the head."
PETER:"HARDKORE with a face lock, but TYCE with shots to the rib cage even as HARDKORE got onto the middle rope. WALTMAN shakey and TYCE shoves him off the middle rope!"
FRED:" TYCE clearing the cobwebs from the head shots as WALTMAN gets up. TYCE grabs WALTMAN's head in a reverse front face lock, leaps off!"
PETER:"DIAMOND DUST!"
FRED:"TYCE with a big move, and again hooks the leg!"
PETER:"A two count, but WALTMAN kicks out, and TYCE looking irritated.TYCE mounts HARDKORE on the top rope..."
FRED:"He's going for another big move! WALTMAN can't affort to take this...TYCE with a pair of axehandles to "HARDKORE" STEVE WALTMAN's back."
PETER:"TYCE slapping on that front face lock, look out below!!!"
FRED:"Superplex!"
PETER:"The crowd on their feet, TYCE could win, and he puts his arm over HARDKORE's chest!"
CROWD:"ONE! TWO!...THR---!"
FRED:"WALTMAN kicked out! Why can't he just stay down?"
PETER:"Because like FHW, he's HARDKORE!"
FRED:"HARDCORE? He's the one on his back as TYCE rises, and is grabbing the legs of STEVE WALTMAN...It's his "REALITY CHECK" SHARPSHOOTER!"
PETER:"HARDKORE reaches up and pulls TYCE forward!"
FRED:"A small package! Like PETER's!"
PETER:"Two count only, and my package isn't small!"
FRED:"Both men rising, TYCE cuts off WALTMAN with a clothesline! He looks angry, and I'd be too if someone blocked my finisher!"
PETER:"You have a finisher?"
FRED:"Yeah the "five fingered flying Fred Fist f*ck"!"
PETER:"That's revolting! Meanwhile TYCE stomping away on WALTMAN."
FRED:"He's beating him like an Iraqi war prisoner.!"
PETER:"God, the FCC is so going to rape us. You been hanging with IAN WALKER again?"
FRED:"No, TODD LANE, but regardless TYCE now pushing WALTMAN through the ropes, and by the way God hates you. WALTMAN against the cage, while laying on the apron and TYCE runs the ropes! Baseball slide into WALTMAN, compressing his body into the cage!"
PETER:"That had to hurt, HARDKORE writhing in agony!"
FRED:"TYCE looking to the crowd who is eating up this rookie punishing this other rookie!"
PETER:"WALTMAN getting up behind TYCE, TYCE turns around and swings, but HARDKORE blocks it, kick to the misection and HARDKORE with a ddt!"
FRED:" TYCE landed right on his head! and WALTMAN isn't satisfied!"
PETER:"True there's a look in his eye, and HARDKORE is quickly pulling TYCE in, piledriver! Looked stiff as hell!"
FRED:" STEVE WALTMAN covers TYCE, and the ref says it was a two!"
CROWD:"TWO!!!!"
PETER:"HARDKORE is heading to the top rope, and he measures TYCE, he leaps!!!"
FRED:"DIVING HEADBUTT!"
PETER:"NO! TYCE sat up and HARDKORE eats the mat, and stumbles to his feet in pain! TYCE holding his neck but kicks HARDKORE in the stomach! He shoots HARDKORE to the ropes, but a reversal!"
FRED:"STEVE WALTMAN ducks his head, a mistake and TYCE kicks him in the face! FIELD GOAL!!!"
CROWD:"OOOOHHH!!!!"
PETER:"TYCE backs up and charges, ducks the swing of HARDKORE comes back off the ropes and HARDKORE sidesteps and drives TYCE face first into the cage!!!"
CROWD:"OOOOHHHH!!!!"
FRED:"TYCE is bleeding and HARDKORE showing his wares in the cage! STEVE WALTMAN puts TYCE up and drives him down with the body slam!"
PETER:"HARDKORE going up top...No, he's going farther! He's climbing the cage! He's going high risk!"
FRED:"This could cost him, and I'm right, TYCE following up!"
PETER:"TYCE scaling the ropes quickly, and at the top of the cage HARDKORE stops, he isn't going to try escaping the cage, he's wating on TYCE!"
FRED:"TYCE coming up and WALTMAN kicks him in the face! Again and TYCE is losing his balance!!!"
PETER:"Timber!!!!"
CROWD:"OOOHHH!!"
FRED:"TYCE fell all the way back into the cage, and now HARDKORE adjusts his position on top of the cage!"
PETER:"He's perched up there, and is standing fully up! HARDKORE leaps!"
CROWD:"OOOOHHHH!!!!"
FRED:"TYCE was sitting up to move but STEVE WALTMAN flattened him back out!"
PETER:"A FROG SPLASH FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
CROWD:"FHW! FHW! FHW! FHW! FHW!"
PETER:"The Wisconsin native affected by the move as well, but he's drawing himself up as TYCE rolls around, and he's placed TYCE's head between his knees!"
FRED:"HARDKORE BOMB!!!!"
CROWD:"ONE! TWO! THREE!!!"
PETER:"HARDKORE STEVE WALTMAN does it! Getting a hard fought win over the technician TYCE!"
FRED:"The crowd eating this up, somaybe if the show goes well DOLL BABY will sweep the elections coming up here in Iraq!"
PETER:"She's on the ballot?"
FRED:"Well she rules my universe, I'm writing her in! Speaking of which HARDKORE is ruling the ring, celebrating, raising his hands to the fans on each side of the ring, and rolling out as TYCE is being helped up by the ref."
Slaybells Ringing 2004
"The" Scott Lamont vs. Hardkore
Peter Roberts: Well, this match is pretty simple Fred. I'm sure you can follow along. Harkore Steve Waltman facing Scot Lamont.
Fred Estridge: Boy, I bet opening up the Pay Per View is really pissing Scot Lamont off. He loves to headline things, you know. On the other hand, after he wastes this newbie turkey, he can cut out early and join me at Santa's brothel.
Peter Roberts: Well, you're assuming that you're going to cut out of here early too, and that just ain't happening.
Fred Estridge: What'dya say we slip the time keeper a fifty...you know...all the matches have a five minute time limit.
HARDKORE
ENTERS
"Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring...at 6'3" and 225lbs...from
Kruk Wisconsin...he is "HARDKORE" STEVE WALTMAN!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's a man that went through hell with a man known only as Tyce.
Fred Estridge: There's a man that looks like he went through hell with his razor. God, that five o clock shadow could lacerate a mongoose.
Peter Roberts: He's set the prove himself here big in the FHW and, of all people, he plans on using Scot Lamont as a damn stepping stone.
Fred Estridge: Well, if not if Lamont has anything ot say about it.
Peter Roberts: That depends on if he plans on saying anything except "ach" and "aye."
Fred Estridge: Well...no. Then...
SCOT
LAMONT ENTERS
"And his opponant...one of the founders of the FHW...you might know him
better as "GOD"...he is 6'4" and 267lbs...he is THE FIRKN' SCOT,
SCOT LAMONT!!!!!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's Lamont, in all his...kilt-iness.
Fred Estridge: Hey, that's not a kilt! That's a dress! I mean...!! Dammit Pete! You've got me all mixed up!
Peter Roberts: Sorry, but I know it's a scottish kilt. The only ones out there who still make "you're wearing a dress" remarks are morons.
Fred Estridge: That being said...
Peter Roberts: Scot Lamont. One of the Founding Fathers of the FHW!!! The old school facing off against the new school.
Fred Estridge: Are you kidding? These new guys don't have a school. It's one big long weekend detention! They're all misfits.
Peter Roberts: And Scot Lamont now...stepping through the ropes...an listen to these "boos."
Fred Estridge: Well, that's what happens when you love em and leave em like Lamont. The man has come and gone so many times, you'd think he was...
Peter Roberts: ...yeah? I'd think he was who?
Fred Estridge: A man...who comes and goes...a lot. Damn. Painted myself into a metaphorical corner again.
Peter Roberts: The corner is metaphoric?
Fred Estridge: The corner is metaphoric and it a also a place for metaphoric thinking. It has dual meanings.
(Fred then farts)
Peter Roberts: Thank God, you were scaring me there.
Fred Estridge: God, I've had something up in my ass waiting to come out for hours now. And I DON'T mean that metaphorically.
Peter Roberts: And Lamont in the ring and...there's the bell and...STEVE WALTMAN HAS JUST EXPLODED OUT OF THE CORNER!!! He just tackled Lamont to the mat and he's unloading with rights and lefts! And this crowd just cheered - i think just for the excitement factor!
Fred Estridge: God, and this Walt Whitman is really letting Scotty have it!! Ahh! He's beating his head against the mat!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont rollng out of this and...falling back to a corner and...HARDKORE!!! IS RIGHT THERE WITH KICKS TO LAMONT'S GUT!!! Hardkore is stomping a mudhole in Lamont's stomach.
Fred Estridge: Oooh, I don't thinlk that will agree with the mudslide I saw Lamont drinking at lunch time.
Peter Roberts: And a chop by Hardkore!!!
CROWD: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Fred Estridge: If only there were a way he could make his knife edge chops more EXTREME!!! Oh, and that's "extreme" with a "K" mind you.
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore whipping Lamont out of the corner...sending him to the next corner...and Lamont bounces off and...BIG BACK BODY DROP BY HARDKORE!!!!! And Lamont might have a little ring rust here!!!
Fred Estridge: Well that will go very well with Hardkore's "life rust."
Peter Roberts: And Lamont now...trying to get out of the ring and...HE'S ROLLING...AND HARDKORE RUNS IN AND BASEBALL SLIDES...SLIDE DROPKICING LAMOINT RIGHT OFF THE APRON!!! And Lamont just crashed and burned on the outside floor here!!! And listen to these fans here.
Fred Estridge: These freezing fans.
Peter Roberts: They are now solidly behind Hardkore Steve Waltman!!! They are clapping for him.
Fred Estridge: Oh, how polite. Are we in the Tokyto Dome?
Peter Roberts: And Hardkore now...following Lamont outside and...Lamont shoots a quick finger to Hardkore's eye!
Fred Estridge: Hah! The dirtiest player in the game. And I mean that because he doesn't bathe to often.
Peter Roberts: And that stopped Hardkore right in his tracks and...now...LAMONTS GRABS HARDKORE AND...THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!! And just like that, Hardkore is down and hurting here!!
Fred Estridge: And Lamont rolls into the ring to break the count...you know, that whole rolling into the ring there...to break the count?
Peter Roberts: Yeah?
Fred Estridge: Ingenius.
Peter Roberts: Sure. And now Lamont grabs Hardkore and...gives him another finger to the eye!!!
Fred Estridge: Wow! He's really pokey tonight.
Peter Roberts: And now...he rolls Hardkore back into the ring! And then follows him in...Lamont now, back inside...stomping away on Hardkore! And...he scoops Hardkore up and...SPINNING SIDE SLAM!!! And he hooks the leg...
ONE!!
TWO!!!
NO!!!
Peter Roberts: And there's still a whole lotta fight left in Hardkore here tonight!!!
Fred Estridge: That's fine, because I'm sure there still a lot of...haggis in Scot Lamont! That stuff stays in your bowels for years.
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont applying an ABODOMINAL STRETCH TO HARDKORE DOWN ON THE MAT!! Usually you would stand up to do this move but...Lamont showing his mat credentials here!! And Hardkore is screaming in pain, but he's not giving up!
Fred Estridge: Ah, well...he just hasn't been in the FHW long enough. See I woulda just tapped. You know, let Scot Lamont take his rightful place back at the top of the ranks.
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore...trying to power his way out of this hold. And...he's fighting his way out of the the abdominal stretch!!! HE'S STANDING UP AND...he's broken out of it and...ELBOWS TO LAMONT'S GUT!!! AND NOW...HARDKORE OFF THE ROPES AND...A SHOULDERBLOCK TO LAMONT...LAMONT IS STAGGERING!!! AND HARDKORE OFF THE ROPES AGAIN AND...FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE!!! And Lamont is down!!! And now, Hardkore is re-invigorated!!!
Fred Estridge: He's drinking some more vinegar?
Peter Roberts: Yes! He is! And now...Lamont is up and...Hardkore battles Lamont with rights and lefts!!! He's punching the Holy frozen hell out of The Firkn one here and...a kick to the gut and...Hardkore grabs Lamont's legs and...lifts him up pn his back and...ALABAMA SLAM!!!!! He just destroyed Scot Lamont with that Alabama slam!!!! And a cover by Hardkore!!
Fred Estridge: Are Father who art in Heaven....
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THRREEE....NOOOOOOOO!!!
Fred Estridge: Yes!!! All that praying bullshit works!!
Peter Roberts: And Lamont getting his arm up there!! And now...Hardkore is a bit frustrated and...he lifts Lamont up and...a chop to Lamont's chest!!!!
CROWD: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore...JUST SENT LAMONT FLYING AN OVER THE HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!! And Lamont just got suplexed out of his boots.
Fred Estridge: And I think we all just found out what's under a scotsman's kilt!
Peter Roberts: What's that?
Fred Estridge: Well, I think I saw a traveler's passport belt and a bag of white chedder popcorn. Either way, something to me most proud of.
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont is on his feet, holding his back and...A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE BY HARDKORE!!! And Lamont is down again.
Fred Estridge: He's just trying to school this rookie on how to fall properly. See, you have to distribute your weight...
Peter Roberts: And Lamont is up again and...A HARD FIST BY HARDKORE SENDS LAMONT TO THE MAT AGAIN!!! And each time Lamont gets up, Steve Waltman is knocking him down!!!
Fred Estridge: Ah, knocking the scot to the mat is a time honered tradition!!!
Peter Roberts: And Lamont is up again and...Harkore meets him with a thumb to the eye!! A taste of Lamont's own medicine.
Fred Estridge: Boons?
Peter Roberts: No, the thumb to the ey...never mind. And now...Hardkore whips Lamont to the ropes and...ducks his head for a body drop...and a kick to Hardkore's chest by Lamont!!! And Hardcore is up and holding his shoulder!!! And Lamont runs in and goes for a clothesline but...GOD IT LOOKS LIKE HARDKORE JUST TRAPPED LAMONT IN A CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!!! HE'S TRYING TO GET LAMONT DOWN TO THE MAT!!! BUT LAMONT IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT AND...LAMONT JUST MADE IT TO THE ROPES AND...the ref counts for Hardkore to let goe of Lamont's arm...and Lamont headbutts Hardkore right between the eyes!!!
Fred Estridge: That headbutt came all the way from freakin Glasgow!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore staggering back and...Lamont grabs Hardkore's head and...ANOTHER HEADBUTT!!! And Hardkore is down on the mat!!!
Fred Estridge: You know not a lot of people know this, but Lamont has a metal plate in his head.
Peter Roberts: He fought in a war?
Fred Estridge: No. He just, you know, lost a drunken bet. Plus is explains why he went around here in the FHW for a year pretending to be Flaw.
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont pounding down on the back of Hardkore's head with forearm blasts!! God and everytime Hardkore tries to crawl up, Lamont just pounds down on his back!! And now...it looks like Lamont is going for...the FIRKN...somthin...
Fred Estridge: You're definately right. It is called the Firkn something!!! The Firkn...what? I forget!
Peter Roberts: Well, it's a Camel Clutch for those that care!! And Scot Lamont is trying to clamp it on to Hardkore Steve Waltman!!! And now...he's got one arm trapped and...if he can lock this in, it's going to be all over for Hardkore!!!! And...HARDKORE MADE IT TO THE ROPES AND WITH HIS ONE FREE ARM...And Lamont has to break the hold!!!
Fred Estridge: Aren't rope breaks for pussies though? I mean at least Lamont can take solice in that.
Peter Roberts: He had a rope break himself, like two minute ago.
Fred Estridge: Well, we all know Lamont's a pussy to begin with so it's all cool.
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont stomping down on Hardkore some more.
Fred Estridge: And no one stomps quite like Lamont here in the FHW. There's sort of a "tantrum" when he puts the boots to someone!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore....it looks like he's gaining strength!!! And...he is!!! Hardkore is getting to his feet!!! And, Lamont pounts down with a forearm shot to the back of his neck and...no effect!!!! Hardkore has found his zone!!!
Fred Estridge: Welcome to the no-sell zone!!!
Peter Roberts: And Lamont is trying to axe handle Hardkore down, but Hardkore is too strong right now!!! And...Hardkore now...unloading once again on Lamont with those right hands!!! And now...a kick to the gut by Hardcore and...he grabs Lamont's legs again and...HARDKORE IS GOING FOR ANOTHER ALABAMA SLAM!!! IF HE HITS THIS, IT'S ALL OVER FOR THE LEGENDARY SCOT!!!! AND HARDKORE HAS HIM LIFTED UP AND...LAMONT ROLLS OVER AND...HE FALLS DOWN BEHIND HARDKORE AND...SCHOOLBOY ROLL UP!!!!
ONE!!
Peter Roberts: HE'S GOT THE DAMN TIGHTS!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!
Peter Roberts: God dammit!! And just by the red hair on his ass, Lamont steals one here in the first match tonight!!!
Fred Estridge: See, that whole rolling the guy up and grabbing a handful of tights?
Peter Roberts: Yes?
Fred Estridge: Ingenius.
Peter Roberts: I thought you might say that. So I had a comeback all ready to go.
Fred Estridge: Okay, what is it then?
Peter Roberts: You're a freakin moron.
Fred Estridge: Good one.
Peter Roberts: And Hardkore Steve Waltman came here to battle tonight and...well from the looks of it, he still wants to fight. He wants lamont to come back in the ring!!
(Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner of this match...THE FIRKN SCOT, SCOT LAMONT!!!!)
Cold Moon 2005
Cold Moon Brawl
VULPINE
ENTERS!!
"It's now time for the Cold Moon Brawl! Coming to the ring...at 6'2"
and 220 lbs...he is a former INTERCONTINENTAL AND TAG TEAM CHAMPION...from
Hallifax, Nova Scottia...VULPINE!!!"
Peter Roberts: And crap! It's time for the COLD MOON BRAWL!!! NO DQs!!!
Fred Estridge: Of course.
Peter Roberts: No escapes.
Fred Estridge: Well, we'll see.
Peter Roberts: Pinfalls and submissions only!!
Fred Estridge: Zippedy doo da!
Peter Roberts: None of that one man enters every minute bullshit! Everyone starts in the ring. We've got three refs to make calls!
Fred Estridge: More like three refs to get eaten the fuck alive!
Peter Roberts: And no over the top rope eliminations. Remember - this isn't a damn rumble. And Vulpine is on his way. Vulpine who came so damn close to getting a title shot at Slaybells Ringing!! He's the first one out of the gate here tonight!!! And look at the determintation in his eyes!
Fred Estridge: I thought I had the "look of determination" once. Turns out it was just pink eye.
BOBBY
CAGE ENTERS!!!
"And at 6'3" and 265 lbs...he is a member of the SFE!! and a former TV
AND INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...from Atlanta, Georgia...HE IS BOBBY
CAGE!!!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there is LAST YEARS WINNER!!! Cold Moon 2004! Bobby Cage! Who won it all and went on to the Main Event in Exodus!!!
Fred Estridge: Um...I believe my standard "booo, you asshole pigfuck!!" is implied here.
Peter Roberts: It is indeed. Fred, as always, not a fan of the "Cage"
Fred Estridge: Booo, you asshole pigfuck!!!
Peter Roberts: And Cage now, bent of taking this Brawl two years in a row!!
STRYKER
ENTERS!!
"At 5'6" and 187lbs...from parts unknown...he is the FHW LIGHTWEIGHT
CHAMPION...he is STRYKER!!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's our demonic Lightweight Champion!!! It's been over a years sonce he took that title from El Linchador, who has not been seen since The Mime and Todd Lane took him out with a shovel!!
Fred Estridge: And I'm betting that Stryker is out for blood tonight!!
Peter Roberts: That's probably a safe assumption!
Fred Estridge: And Stryker, without his usual partner...tits and ass.
Peter Roberts: Her name is Sabbat.
Fred Estridge: Sorry. That was my pet name for her.
THE
CARDINAL ENTERS!!!
"And at 6'9" and 310 lbs...from Sydney, Australia...he is a former
INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION AND THE CURRENT TELEVISION CHAMPION...he is THE
CARDINAL!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And this man has a lot on his mind these days. Sage! Flashback! And let's not forget that he almost won the Brawl last year had it not been for interference fron the SFE!! Bobby Cage using the help of Ian Walker and a nightstick to knock out The Cardinal!!
Fred Estridge: I think he's gonna rip things up here tonight. All in the name of Jesus and shit!
Peter Roberts: The Cardinal, the FHW's longest title holder! Had that TV belt for a year and a half now!
Fred Estridge: And that thing has been baptized, you can count on it!
FLASHBACK
ENTERS
"Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring...he is 6'4" and 241lbs...he
is a former INFAMOUS, HARDCORE AND FHW WORLD CHAMPION...he is
FLASHBACK!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: Uh oh. And here's the Flashy one. A man who seemed to make a sort of "offer" to Kurt Tremere after his match with Sage last week. What kind of offer it was, I'm not quite sure!
Fred Estridge: Maybe he wanted to go "splitsies" on some Chili Fries at the Macaroni Grill.
Peter Roberts: I'm sure that was the big mystery. And now...Flashback had better watch The Cardinal here tonight!
Fred Estridge: And Sage! This man has more enemies than...Jesus Christ! If, you know, you believe in the devil and all that jazz.
KURT
TREMERE ENTERS!!!
"At 6'2" and 243 lbs...from Toledo, Ohio. He is a founding member of
the WCS. He is a former THREE TIME FHW WORLD CHAMPION...HE IS KURT TREMERE!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And listen to this crowd pop!! A big time FHW player is here!! Kurt Tremere! Has a chance to win this thing and then go on to get a title shot - and perhaps become the World Champion for a record breaking fourth time!!!
Fred Estridge: And Tremere just might rip into Flashback here!! You know how he hates having knives held to his throat!!
Peter Roberts: I think that's a normal human response. I wouldn't like that either!!
Fred Estridge: Yeah, but Tremere can actually do something about it! All you can do is stain your stinkies!
Peter Roberts: Kurt Tremere...the only member of the WCS in this match tonight!! Lane...well...
Fred Estridge: Shut up about Lane!!!!
Peter Roberts: And then Mime in the match later on. And Doll Baby, well...I think this is a "penis only" affair.
Fred Estridge: I rented that movie once. It was totally gay.
LUPIN
ENTERS!!!
"At 6'3" and 231lbs...from The Spiral...he is a FORMER TWO TIME TAG
TEAM CHAMPION...HE IS LUPIN!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's the moon-made psycho! Lupin, FHW's werewolf! And one of the resident sadists here!
Fred Estridge: Well, there are quite a few.
Peter Roberts: Fo sho. And Lupin, perhaps set on going after Tremere again. But how will he work with Stryker. The two of them seemed to havean alliance against The Skull.
Fred Estridge: One might say...an "unholy" alliance. Eh? Eh?
Peter Roberts: No. No one would say that, Fred, Stryker defeating Lupin at Slaybells. But there still seems to be a mutual respect here.
HOBBES
ENTERS!!!
"At 6'1" and 210lbs...he is a former member of the SFE and the current
FHW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...from Vancouver...HE IS HOBBES!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's the FHW's Intercontinental Champion!!
Fred Estridge: Now Hobbes. He just likes to fight. In fact, I don't think we'd even have to pay him to be here. Or in any of the matches actually. He's just show up and start stabbing people.
Peter Roberts: Hobbes now...the Chicken-Fried Madman. King Halloween! He's got a grudge against everyone really. Against you. Against me. Against the world.
Fred Estridge: He, leave me out of this. And leave my world out of this too!
HARDKORE
STEVE WALTMAN ENTERS!!!
"At 6'3" and 225 lbs. From Kruk, Wisconsin. HE IS HARDKORE STEVE
WALTMAN!!!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And there's the new blood! Steve Waltman!! Ready to fight here!!
Fred Estridge: Well that "K" in Hardcore might stand for "kick your ass" here tonight!!
Peter Roberts: Or...you know, most likely he just can't spell.
Fred Estridge: That too.
Peter Roberts: And Hardkore Steve losing a close one to Scot Lamont! Lamont just barely eaking out a win there. And I;m sure the two of these guys will meet again here in this Brawl.
ARTHUR
SAGE ENTERS!!!
"At 6'6" and 258 lbs...from Seattle, Washington...a former member of
The Legacy and a former THREE TIME FHW WORLD CHAMPION...HE IS ARTHUR
SAGE!!!!!!!!"
Fred Estridge: God, haven't we already seen enough of this boob tonight?
Peter Roberts: The veteran Sage. Here to take on all the new FHW generation.
Fred Estridge: All the young "wipper snappers"
Peter Roberts: And Sage! No stranger to big Fed-Size brawls!!
Fred Estridge: Also, not a stranger to the thesaurus.
Peter Roberts: Or scented bath soaps. This guy smells great.
Fred Estridge: Is that Vanilla Mist he's got on?
Peter Roberts: Vanilla Mist. Isn't he a rapper?
SCOT
LAMONT ENTERS!!!
"At 6'4" and 267 lbs...from Glasgow, Scotland...a former
INTERCONTINENTAL AND WORLD CHAMPION...HE IS SCOT LAMONT!!!!!"
Fred Estridge: ACCH AYE!!!
Peter Roberts: And there's the founding Firker of the FHW!! A legend unto himself!
Fred Estridge: A God amongst insects.
Peter Roberts: The Firkn One, Scot Lamont! He's back and he's ready to take this whole thing!! And imagine Lamont at Exodus?
Fred Estridge: I can. Drunk. Naked. And with the hiccups.
SHEOL
DEL FUEGO ENTERS!!!
"At 6 feet and 225 lbs...from the pits of hell...HE IS SHEOL DEL FUEGO!!!!!"
Peter Roberts: And...Sheol is back!! From the pits of Hell, this masked creature is back to fight!!!
Fred Estridge: And get that magic gumball back from The Skull!!!
Peter Roberts: Yes, other agendas at play here for Sheol. Hopefully it won't distract him here from causing some serious carnage. And we all remember last Cold Moon when Sheol took on The Roman Gladiator in a Falls Count Anywhere match.
(the arena lights dim)
(Out from behind the curtains jumps Former Spice Girl GERRI HALLIWELL, dressed in only a "Who? Me?" T-shirt and Spiked heels. She has a microphone.)
GERRI: "Oi London Town. Are you ready? You came to see Superstars. You came to see the F-H-W! (the crowd goes nuts) Well I brought you the biggest and I do mean biggest! You buy his T-shirts, you read his book, and now you are going to meet the one, the only......CURTIS SLAMM!!!!!"
CURTIS
SLAMM ENTERS!!!
"At 6'9" and 287 lbs...he is the master of the Fab Slamm...from Bel
Air, California...HE IS CURTIS SLAMM!!!!!!"
Fred Estridge: Oi! Pete! Are you ready for this match!
Peter Roberts: Oi! Fred. I certainly am!
Fred Estridge: Oi then! There's the bell!!
Peter Roberts: And Curtis Slamm getting the introduction there from one of the founding mothers of the crappy garbage pop music that has infested our radio airwaves for the past seven years!! Slutty Spice.
Fred Estridge: I think she was Lumpy Spice.
Peter Roberts: No, I'm pretty sure she was STD SPice.
Fred Estridge: Oh, I made sure of that, Pete.
Peter Roberts: Good man. And Slamm, perhaps an Enemy of the State here in the FHW!! An outsider that came in and mucked up the works at Slaybells in more than one match! And Doll Baby still wonders why he's here and who invited him here.
Fred Estridge: Fuck, Slamm took long enough to get to the ring. I think that qualified as a "mosey."
Peter Roberts: And a kiss for good luck from that rank Spice Girl. And Lamont and Waltman!! Going at it!! Trading blows! These two have found each other quick! And now - they're trading knife edge chops! And now Vulpine...he just ran up and...LOW BLOW TO LUPIN!!! A low blow!! And now...Vulpine just ran up and...kick Stryker in the nuts too!!! Vulpine is definately hitting below the belt tonight!!!
Fred Estridge: Well, that low blow of his cost him a shot at the big time last week. I think he's trying to make a statement or something.
Peter Roberts: And now...Cage, grabbing Vulpine from behind and...Vulpine kicks back with a mule kick!!! LOW BLOW TO CAGE!! And Vulpine is ready and set to play dirty tonight!! And Lupin is up and...VULPINE WITH A RUNNING SPINNING HEEL KICK TO LUPIN'S FACE!!! And Lupin is down again!! And look at Tremere...he goes after Slamm...but Slamm just rolled out of the ring and...he's dodging Tremere. He's playing chicken!
Fred Estridge: He's resting, Pete. God, these kind of matches take a lot out of you!
Peter Roberts: It just started!! And The Cardinal has Flashback at his mercy in...A SIDEWALK SIDE SLAM!!! He just planted Flashback and...a cover already!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Peter Roberts: No, Flashback kicked out!! And look at Slamm, he's still outside the ring...and now..Tremere turning his attention to Sage...Tremere punching Sage in the head! But...Lupin is up and...HE PULLS TREMERE'S HEAD DOWN FROM BEHIND AND...HE'S TRYING TO LOCK IN THE FANG OF FENRIS!!! That Dragon Sleeper!! He's made Tremere tap to it before!! And look at Sage. He loves it. He doesn't even look like he wants to fight Tremere! He's backing off. And now...Cage is up and...Salmm rolls back in the ring and now..Slamm and Sage working together. A DOUBLE SUPLEX ON BOBBY CAGE!!!
Fred Estridge: And they couldn't have picked a better victim I must say.
Peter Roberts: And now...Hardkore Steve Waltman and Lamont have taken their brawl to the outside!!! And now...Waltman just Irish Whipped Lamont RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RINGSTEPS!!! And he's not done there!! He's runs in with a kick to Lamont's ribs!! And now...Waltman is pummling Scot Lamont! And now...VULPINE!!! HE JUST NAILED WALTMAN IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!! AND VULPINE HAS COME TO WIN TONIGHT!!
Fred Estridge: Or just fuck some shit up.
Peter Roberts: And The Cardinal now...with a BIG BOOT RIGHT TO SHEOL DEL FUEGO'S FACE!!! And now...Stryker runs at The Cardinal and...SPINEBUSTER BY THE CARDINAL!!! RIGHT ON STRYKER!!! He almost drove him right throuhg the damn mat!!! A cover!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
Peter Roberts: Stryker kicked out!!! And Lupin now...kicking on Cardinal whil he is down! remember - there are also no pinfall breaks in this match. And no rope breaks!! And now...Lupin headbtting The Cardinal!!! But The Cardinal is getting up and...HE LIFTS LUPIN UP IN A MILITARY PRESS!!! AND HOLY SHIT!!! HE JUST THREW LUPIN RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!!
Fred Estridge: You WILL believe a wolf can fly!!!
Peter Roberts: And Lupin just shattered on the outside!! And now...The Cardinal...HE MILITARY PRESSES VULPINE!!! BUT...WAIT! I THINK THEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER!! AND THE CARDINAL LAUNCHES VULPINE!!! OVER THE TOP ROPE AND...A BODY SPLASH RIGHT ON TOP OF LUPIN!!!!
(the crowd goes NUT)
Peter Roberts: What a double team move!! Like a damn missile launcher!!
Fred Estridge: A missile launcher, by the way, might be used in our Main Event tonight. I swear, those guys are try to murder each other.
Peter Roberts: And now...Sheol and Stryker...both kicking the hell out of Slamm!! God!! And now...Sheol with chops to Slamm's chest!! And...Slamm rolling out of the ring again...playing chicken...
Fred Estridge: I object!!!
Peter Roberts: Fred, why are you defending Curtis Slamm? He hates ALL of the FHW.
Fred Estridge: Well, at least he's got convictions.
Peter Roberts: And now...SHEOL JUST NAILED SLAMM WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!!! AND SLAMM JUST FLEW BACK AND HIT HIS HEAD AGAINST THE SPANISH ANNOUCERS TABLE!!! And Sage now...trying to get Stryker in the END OF THE ROAD!!! Sage tryig to lock in that Crippler Crossface!!! Stryker is fighting it. And Tremere now...he found Sage again and...FROM BEHIND!! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! HOLY CRUD!!!
(the crowd goes BANANA)
Peter Roberts: And now...Lupin going under the ring and...HE'S GOT SOMETHING...THAT'S A BASEBALL BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!! LUPIN BROUGHT A LITTLE TOY!!!
Fred Estridge: Hey, as a matter of fact, so did I.
(Fred pulls out a dildo).
Peter Roberts: God. You're awful. And now...Lupin is up and back in the ring and...HE JUST NAILED THE VULPINE RIGHT IN THE GUT WITH THAT BAT AND...HE'S DIGGING THAT BAT INTO VULPINE'S GUT!!! THAT BARBED WIRE!! CUTTING UP VULPINE'S STOMACH!!!
CROWD: OOOOOOH!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Lamont is up and...he's back in the ring and...HE JUST NAILED BOBBY CAGE WITH THE FIRKN STUNNER!!! And Cage is down again!!! A cover by Lamont!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREEEE...!!!!
Peter Roberts: NOOOOOO!! And Bobby Cage kicked out of that stunner!!! God damn!! Cage not fairing to well in the early goings here and...Hobbes now. Hobbes and Lupin now...Lupin is trying to hit Hobbes with that Barbed Wire Bat!! But Hobbes has his hands on the bat and is fighting Lupin off and...Hobbes just pushed that bat back and...HIT LUPIN RIGHT IN THE NOSE WITH IT!!! AND NOW...LUPIN IS STUMBLING AND...HOBBES BACKS INTO THE ROPES AND COMES OFF WITH A SPEAR!!! HOBBES JUST SPEARED LUPIN RIGHT OUT OF HIS BOOTS. And Tremere...he's got Sage in the corner and...he's stomping the hell out of Sage and...Hobbes now...grabs Tremere and...bends his head back and...he's going for a reverse DDT...NO!!! HE PLANTS TREMERE IWTH A REVERSE SUPLEX!!! AND TREMERE LANDS RIGHT ON HIS STOMACH!!! And Vulpine now...JUST NAILED HOBBES IN THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! Vulpine has gone crazy here!! And it's just an all out chaotic war in that ring!!!
Fred Estridge: Bats. Chairs. Razor wire. Reminds me of my tenth birthday.
Peter Roberts: Indeed. And now...Cardinal now...facing off with Flashback again!!! A BIG BOOT TO FLASHBACK...NO! FLASHBACK MOVED AND...THE CARDINAL JUST PLANTED A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF VULPINE!!!! THE CARDINAL...WELL...HE JUST PULLED A "FLASHBACK."
Fred Estridge: You mean "intending to hit one person, but accidentally hitting another."
Peter Roberts: Yeah, the move that Flashback has made famous!!! And now...Cardinal is checking on Vulpine! And Flashback...he's got that BROKEN BROOMSTICK!!! HE'S GONNA HIT CARDINAL WITH IT!!! BUT...SAGE TURNS FLASHBACK AROUND AND...NAILS FLASHBACK RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH...ANOTHER BROKEN BROOMSTICK!!! SAGE BROUGHT HIS OWN!!!! AND FLASHBACK IS DOWN AND BLEEDING!!!
Fred Estridge: And we've got blood! Now it gets fun!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Hobbes...kicking Cage in the gut...HE'S GOING FOR THE LAND'S END DDT!!! THE MOVE HE USED TO TAKE THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!!! BUT...CAGE IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT AND...HE TWISTS HOBBES ARM AROUND AND...SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE BY BOBBY CAGE!!
Fred Estridge: And it's just a damn shame that Todd Lane can't be in this match to help evicerate Bobby Cage!
Peter Roberts: I think it will be a miracle if Lane isn't in a coma after his match! And now...CAGE...HE'S GOT SOMETHING IN THE POCKET OF HIS JEANS!!!
Fred Estridge: It's not much, lemme tell ya.
Peter Roberts: Cage has a CHAIN!!! AND NOW...HE'S CHOKING HOBBES WITH IT!! AND HOBBES FIGHTING IT LIKE AN ANIMAL CAUGHT IN A TRAP!!! And now...Tremere is up and...SLAMM!! CURTIS SLAMM JUST NAILED TREMERE WITH A DDT!!! And now...Slamm is out of the ring again!!! Dammit!!! He's just playing hit and run.
Fred Estridge: I play hit and run too, Pete. But I use cars. And babies.
Peter Roberts: And now...Waltman finds Lamont again...he turns Scot Lamont around and...a kick to the gut and...THE HARDKORE BOMB!!! HE JUST NAILED SCOT LAMONT WITH A POWERBOMB!!! What a move by Steve Waltman...but now...Curtis Slamm just pulled Waltman's leg out from under the bottom rope and...he trips Waltman to the mat and...he drags Waltman outside and rams his head into the apron. Slamm is back in the ring now and...HE'S PICKING UP LAMONT!! AND...HE'S GOT LAMONT ON HIS SHOULDERS AND...SPINS HIM AROUND INTO A SIDE SLAM!!! RIGHT ON LAMONT'S HEAD!!! IT'S CALLED THE FAB SLAM!!! And a cover!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Peter Roberts: And Scot Lamont is gone!! The Firkn one!!! He's gone! Slamm took advantage of an injured Lamont, who had just gotten powerbombed out of his boots by Steve Waltman!!!
(Ladies and Gentlemen...Scot Lamont has been eliminated!!!!!)
Peter Roberts: And we have our first casualty!! And now...Slamm retreats to the outside again. And look at the smile on his face!!! What a cretin!! And now...Hobbes, still being choked by Bobby Cage and...Hobbes gets to his feet...BUT CAGE PLANTS HIM WITH A EDGE-OMATIC!!!! A cover!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Peter Roberts: And Hobbes kicks out!! Hobbes now, bleeding from the neck!!! And now...Sheol Del Fuego...attacking Bobby Cage. Cage still sitting o nthe mat and...A SOCCER KICK RIGHT TO CAGE'S FACE!! God, that'll give you a face lift! And now...looking over here...Lupin has Vulpine tied up in a tret of woe and...HE'S PUT THAT BARBED WIRE BAT ON VULPINE'S FACE!!! And kicks to the gut by Lupin and...HE LEAPS UP AND...LANDS WITH BOTH FEET IN VULPIN'S GROIN!!
Fred Estridge: Yeesh!
Peter Roberts: And from there...A BACKFLIP DOWN TO THE MAT AND...A FORWARD DROPKICK!!! KICKING THAT BAT RIGHT INTO VULPINE'S FACE!!! Good night!!! Vulpine just got hung out to dry!!!
CROWD: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Peter Roberts: Lupin now...slides out of the ring and...HE'S GOING AFTER SLAMM!!! But no...he's stopped by a CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY SAGE!!! Sage just save Slamm. What is it with those two?
Fred Estridge: It's a little fruity if you ask me.
Peter Roberts: And now...back in the ring...Sheol del Fuego now...just THREW A FIREBALL INTO BOBBY CAGE'S FACE!!! And Cage is down and hurting!!! He just got a face full of fire!!! He might need to be rushed to the hospital!!!
CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!
Peter Roberts: This match is twisted!! It will be miraculous if anyone survives this!
Fred Estridge: God! I'm beginning to think that Lamont is the lucky one!! he gets to rest it up in the back!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...Stryker and Hobbes...they found each other in the ring and...they're talking. Stryker is saying something to Hobbes and...THEY'RE NOT FIGHTING!!! God!! More alliances formed. Stryker and Lupin and now Stryker and Hobbes.
Fred Estridge: Stryker must be one charming fuck. He's got that smooth negotiating style.
Peter Roberts: And Sage now...with Slamm...pulling up the mats on the outside!!! That's concrete underneath!!
Fred Estridge: That's original Stonehendge stone!!!
Peter Roberts: And now...both of them with...A DOUBLE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX ON LUPIN!!! THEY JUST BROKE LUPIN RIGHT ON THAT HARD STONE!!! Fuck!! And back in the ring...Tremere...The Cardinal...battling it out. Tremere with a drokick to The Cardinal...but it just makes The Cardinal stumble back to the corner!! Tremere runs in...but Cardinal with a boot tothe face!! AND CARDINAL RUNS OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT TURNS TREMERE INSIDE OUT!!! God! And Flashback is there with a dropkick right to Cardinal's knee!!! Cardinal stumbles and...FLASHBACK WITH...A BROOMHANDLE SHOT RIGHT TO CARDINAL'S THROAT!!! God, and he might have crushed Cardinal's larynx with that shot!!!
Fred Estridge: He's gonna have to keep his prayers to a whisper now.
Peter Roberts: And now...Sage back in the ring and...HE LOCKS FLASHBACK DOWN IN THE END OF THE ROAD!!! HE'S GOT IT ON FLASHBACK!!! FLASHBACK IS GONNA TAP OUT!!! But Tremere now...with a dropkick right to the back of Sage's head!!! And Sage releases the hold!!! And now...Slamm kicking Lupin on the outside and...Lupin catches Slamm's leg and...he gets up and...DRAGON SCREW!!! AND LUPIN HOLDS ON TO THE LEG AND...PULLS SLAMM BAC KUP AND...LIFTS SLAMM UP ON HIS SHOULDERS - DEATH VALLEY DRIVER RIGHT ONTO THE CONCRETE!!! AND SLAMM HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN BY LUPIN HERE!!
(the crowd POPS BIG)
Peter Roberts: Lupin slides back in the ring and finds Vulpine and...HE'S GOT THE FANG OF FENRIS LOCKED IN!!! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN AND...AND...VULPINE'S GOT TO BE IN MAJOR PAIN!!! HE'S FACE BLEEDING. HIS STOMACH BLEEDING...VULPINE TAPS OUT!!! HE'S GONE!!!
Fred Estridge: And Lupin is bringing the torment here tonight!!!!
(Ladies and Gentlemen...Vulpine has been eliminated!!!)
Peter Roberts: And we've got two down here!!
Fred Estridge: And Vulpine might need to see a "specialist" after this.
Peter Roberts: You mean someone that might fix a broken nose?
Fred Estridge: Oh, sorry...see when I said "specialist", I meant a hooker. That'll help cheer him up.
Peter Roberts: And now...Steve Waltman...just clobbered Lupin from behind!! He's beating down on Lupin with clubbing blows. Sheol del Fuego now...has Bobby Cage up and...A CRADLE PILEDRIVER!!! I think he just broke Cage's spine!!! SHIT!!! And Strkyer and Hobbes now...both pounding away on The Cardinal!!! And now...Tremere is on the outside and...he's mounted over Slamm and...punches right ot Slamm's head!! God that must feel good!!! And now...Tremere...ramming the back of Slamm's head to the solid rock ground!!! Waltman now...kicking Lupin in the gut and...HE'S GOING FOR ANOTHER HARDCORE BOMB!!! BUT...LUPIN ROLLS THROUGH IT!!! LUPIN LANDS ON HIS FEET RIGHT IN FRONT OF WALTMAN...A WYRM SLICER!!!! A WRYM SLICER RIGHT ON HARDKORE STEVE!! Lupin just planted him with that Diamond Cutter!! A cover!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Peter Roberts: And god damn!! Lupin just eliminated another one!!! Steve Waltman is gone!!! Lupin just knocked him cold!! Can anyone stop this ferocity of Lupin?
Fred Estridge: Maybe if someone had a dog whistle!!!
(Ladies and Gentlmen...Steve Waltman has been eliminated!!!!!)
