Hank- Two weeks to go before Target Locked, Mike, and all hell has broken loose in the nWo!
Michael D.- That's right, Hank. And we'll see Cheapshots go head to head with Rammer for the nWo Championship. There has been some controversy over Cheapshots lately about his contract. Apparantly, he's not supposed to be in a match until Target Locked, but he takes on Emily Stone tonight!
Hank- We'll settle that on April 16th, Mike, but lets get the show started.
Hank - Well we have a great match right here for you tonight everyone with International Champion PKA taking on the challenger Floyd!
Michael D - Yeah, and I have a good strong feeling that PKA is going to walk out of this one still the champion!
The arena goes quiet as the camera pans along the entrance way...then "My Time" hits the PA System as the camera quickly takes shot of the Video Tron as it shows the words 'Grade A' and then flashes and we see the letters 'PKA' flashing. It changes to shots of PKA wrestling at his fast pace. The words continue to flash 'Grade A' -- 'PKA'. PKA and Ash walk out from behind the curtain hand in hand. PKA has a black beanie on his head with 'PKA' imprinted on it, some black sunglasses, white tape on his wrists, and some baggy black jeans with a white and red stripes down the side. PKA and Ash walk down the ramp still hand in hand, and PKA leads Ash as she walks up the steps. PKA hops up on the apron and holds the ropes for her, as she goes into the ring. PKA gets in the ring, and grabs her hand, raising her arm high. They spin around, and then PKA lets her hand go, and climbs the turnbuckle, sticking his arms out in a crucifix form as the crowd boos.
Hank - PKA, although not the nicest of guys, is one hell of a competitor in the ring!
"Immortal" By Adema Plays, and Floyd comes out to a huge reaction. He usually has A Kendo stick in hand and in his other a Cigarette. He slowly walks down the ramp, slapping the fans hands along the way. He gets to the ring and enters. He cracks his neck to the right and the left and gets in the face of PKA!
Michael D - Does Floyd think he even has a chance? PKA has this one in 2 minutes!
Hank - You sound pretty confident, I have a strong feeling you're going to eat you're words!
The bell sounds, and the match is underway! Straight from the get go, Floyd gets the upper hand as he runs straight to the corner with PKA and nails a shocking clothesline. Floyd picks PKA up and nails a crushing Piledriver! Floyd backs up as PKA gets up, and Floyd runs, but PKA ducks and back body drops Floyd over the top rope, and down hard to the floor! Floyd gets up, and PKA nails him with a suicide press over the top rope!
Hank - Love him or hate him, this man takes risks!
Michael D - And he's so much fun to watch!
PKA is down from the move, as him and Floyd get up at about the same time. They exchange blows as the referee is now at the 5 count. 6, Floyd kicks PKA in the gut and rolls him back inside. 7, Floyd comes back inside. Floyd picks PKA up, who fires back at Floyd with several punches to the head, then an Irish whip, leading smack into a beautiful dropkick! Floyd is down, and PKA hits a standing moonsault into a pin. 1...2...kick out barely by Floyd! PKA measures Floyd as he gets to his feet, and locks in a powerful sleeper!
Hank - People don't give this move enough credit but let me tell you! It wares you down in a heartbeat!
Michael D - After this match I'll demonstrate on Hank!
Hank - That won't be necessary
Floyds hand goes up 1, and down. 2, down. 3... Floyd fights out and hits a backdrop! Both men are down, but PKA gets up first, somehow. PKA gets to the top rope and waits for Floyd to get, up, but when he does, he quickly darts to the top rope and engages in a grapple with PKA. After a few kicks from both men, PKA tries to execute a move, but someone is coming into the ring. Its the technician from Ruffhouse last week. He distracts the ref long enough for Floyd to hit a lowblow, stopping the move PKA was setting up. PKA crumples and Floyd falls from exhaustion. The technician slides out smiling at the ring.
Hank - This one could go either way at this point!
Floyd is up first. He grabs PKA and lifts him off the mat, whipping him to the ropes. On the way back, Floyd ties him up and does a full nelson slam. He picks up PKA again, and climbs the turnbuckles. He signals for the Fallen Angel, and he gets it! Floyd shakes the cobwebs out and covers, 1.2.3! Floyd is victorious over PKA!
Floyd exits the ring and PKA lays stunned from the devastating finisher. A couple of officials check on PKA and help him up as he leaves the ring. The show cuts to a commercial break.
After the break, we go to ringside to see an eloborate set, reminicint of the WoW's 'Nasty Nester's Medicine Break' except for the fact that the set is all new age. It includes a black leather couch and wooden desk with Nester DeFranco's name engraved on a plaque the sits on top of it. 'Down With the Sickness' plays as Nester emerges from the backstage area in blue jeans, a black 'Your Momma' t-shirt, a leather vest and a microphone in hand. He makes his way to the ring as the fans chant 'Nesterman' over his theme music. Nester walks up the steps, ducks underneath the top rope and enters the ring as he raises his hands in the air. The crowd cheers as Nester soaks up the reaction and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Nester- Cut the music...
The music dies down as we can still see the crowd roaring with enthusiasm. Nester smiles as he looks around at the fans in the Beeghly Center. He raises the microphone once more.
Nester- Now that's the kind of reation the Nesterman expected coming from Ohio.
The crowd roar once more as Nester continues.
Nester- Now I promised to bring back 'Nasty Nester's Medicine Break' and as you can plainly see, I delivered! The Nesterman also promised to bring to you the number one contender for the nWo championship and I will deliver! Now many have wondered just who that number one contender is. Quite frankly, I'm astonished that you people don't even know. I bring you the nWo's number one contender as if there was any doubt....'Slick' Dick Gazinya!
'Walk' by Pantera blasts to a mixed reaction as Dick steps out from behind the curtain in full wrestling attire. Dick looks over the crowd as they hold up their signs as he gives them all a smug look. He walks down the rampway with a cocky swagger as we can see Nester on the videotron, laughing behind him. Dick climbs up onto the ring apron and raises one arm into the air as a mix of cheers and boos fills the arena. Dick looks down to the front row as he sees a fan holding a "BG is your next nWo champion" sign. Disturbed, Dick hops down to the outside and confronts the fan. He rips the sign from the fans hands and rips it in two. The fan reaches across the barracade trying to take a swing at Dick but, Dick grabs him by the shirt and yanks him over the barracade where he stomps him until security rush out to take care of the fan. As the security drag the fan off, Dick spits in the fans face and smugly turns around, climbing the steel steps and entering the ring. Dick makes his way up to Nester as the music dies down.
Nester- That's right Dick...show them Brian Graves fans what for! You know though, that's probably the only fan BG's got out there so I think it's safe to continue.
Dick smiles as many boos ring out in the crowd. Nester continues.
Nester- So I promised the number one contender and here you are! Like there was really any doubt. Dick...you talked about people getting 'Dicked' but, a few weeks back you got 'Rammed' isn't that right?
Dick- That's right Nester...just one week after winning the nWo championship, the fighting champion that I am, I go out there and defend it to all comers, just like I always have! I was right about ready to put Rammer away when all hell broke loose. A bitter BG came to ringside to get what he calls a little bit of retribution and blatantly cost me my title! It's really that simple. I could beat Rammer on my worst day but, when you have people like Brian Graves around...they'll do anything to hold you down. Brian hoped that he could get a shot against Rammer because lets face it, he couldn't lace my boots. He hoped he would be in line for a shot. Even on the last Malice, I clearly stated that he would let his win over Rammer goto his head when in fact I won that match for him. Fact of the matter is though that I'm the former champ and I deserve a rematch before anyone! That goes for Cheapshots or BG! So while BG gets a swelled head, I'll be winning the nWo championship for the second time. That's why I'm challenging Rammer to go one on one for the championship at Target Locked....
Just then, "Special Delivery" blasts throughout the arena. Dick turns to the entrance ramp with an angry look. A few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters as The "Extreme Legend" Brian Graves walks through to a tremendous crowd response. Brian has a cocky grin on his face as he slides down into the ring and goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes The Shocker to the crowd. He hops down and gets right into Dicks face as the two stare each other down nose to nose. The crowd going estatic as many flashes consume the ring to this history making moment. Eventually Nester steps in between the two, separating them as he brings his microphone up to his lips.
Nester- Now what in the hell do you think you're doing? This is my segment and I already brought out the numebr one contender and YOU WEREN'T INVITED!
BG turns around as a stagehand tosses him a microphone. He walks back into the mix as he raises the mic up to his lips.
Brian Graves- Dick...Dick...Dick...you really think that you're the number one contender to Rammer's championship? Come on we all know what happened the last time you faced him right? Do you really want that to happen again Dick?
Brian flashes a cocky smile as Dick just closes his eyes shaking his head. He gets back up in Brian's face as Graves steps back.
Brian Graves- Easy tiger...we wouldn't want to ruin the moment now would we? Come on you know all these people would love for us to go one on one but, I have some other business to attend to. You see I couldn't help but overhearing Nester talk about the rightful number one contender...and well seeing as how I took it upon myself to not only defeat Rammer once...but twice, I am pretty sure that makes me the number one contender...hell I even beat the kid in his own match...that silly Superman match that you got involved in, but yet I still came out on top. I mean let's face it here Nester, it's pretty obvious who the number one contender is...the man who's defeated the nWo Champion on two seperate occasions, giving him his only two losses.
Brian smiles and turns to Dick.
Brian Graves- Speaking of losses...how's you're head Dick?
Dick is about to break lose but Brian steps back and holds his hands up as he tries to fight back a laugh...Dick just shakes his head and laughs to himself and throws his hands out shaking his head. Nester gets a panicked look and quickly starts to speak.
Nester- Now hold on right there Graves...you can't honestly think you deserve a shot at the championship, do you? Sure you beat Rammer but, Dick could have beat him if you didn't get involved. Hell, if it wasn't for you none of us would even be in this mess and it would be Dick versus Cheapshots II. Thanks for ruining that one!
Dick takes the mic from Nester as he gets ready to settle this. He gets nose to nose with BG as he speaks into the mic.
Dick- You know Brian, I've had it with you around here. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have even won that Superman match. I made you win and I even said it would goto your head. Was I right? Obviously so but, listen. There's only room in the nWo for one of us so I guess I'll be seeing you...because you'll be leaving. Tell you what, after I win the title...I'll give you a shot. If you don't win it, you can pack your bags and head back to the ECWL or wherever you came from! At Target Locked it will be 'The Dick' taking on Rammer...don't worry, I'm sure there will be room on the card for a dark match for you to compete in...
Dick gets interupted as "Fight Music" by D12 hits the sound system in the arena. The crowd bursts out in cheers and applause as pyro begins to shoot off in all directions. Rammer steps out onto the rampway with his nWo championship over his shoulder and a mic in hand as the crowd all stay up at their feet. Rammer raises the mic to his mouth, signaling the music to come to an end.
Rammer- Looks like the Ace of Spades has arrived just in time. These two shitbricks arguing back and forth about who is the number one contender to my title. Dont you num-nuts know anything? Sweet Dirty C is the number one contender. He has been since Gladiator. But lets see...I'm sure we can work something out. Maybe a little proposition is in order. Lets see...If you Dick, and you Brian can put your differences aside for one night then maybe both of you will be number one contenders. If both of you can team up to take on the Ace himself and the Sweet Dirty Bastard and actually beat the two biggest names in the nWo today than both of you will meet us at Gladiator in a four way match up. Rammer, Sweet Cheapshots, Dick Gazinya, and Brian Graves. The biggest match up of the year live on nWo's Pay Per View Target Locked. But next Malice, we will see how bad either of you want to be World Champion!
Rammer dissappears behind the entrance curtain as Dick and Brian simultaniously turn to each other, each with a look of intensity. As the two superstars stare each other down nose to nose, Nester gets in between the two, separating them as he raises his microphone before speaking.
Nester- I know that wasn't expected guys. But, that proposition by Rammer would put you both right where you want to be....the main event of Target Locked. That is if you two can put your differences aside...can you?
Nester holds the microphone up to Dick's mouth as he looks back and forth at the crowd. He finally stops and looks Brian Graves dead in the eyes and speaks to the capacity crowd.
Dick- You want me to let it all slide and carry you to the main event?
The crowd goes nuts as Dick continues.
Dick- You want me to just pat you on the back and let you ride on my coat tails while I single handedly whoop both those 'Dick-Munchers' asses? I would just as well whoop your ass at Target Locked and forget the whole thing but, I'm sure all you can think about is winning the 'big one' and holding the nWo championship. Well let me tell you son, even if I let you goto the main event, you won't be winning a Goddamn thing! That's right, 'The Dick' will rise to the occasion once more and become the two time nWo champion. So yeah, as strange as it may sound...I'll team with you next week but, let me tell you...you better watch your back...
Just at that moment Nester clocks BG in the back of the head with the microphone as the NDE stomp at their fallen victim. The crowd boo like crazy as Nester drags BG up onto his wooden prop of a desk and holds him there. Dick heads up to the top turnbuckle as he signals for 'Total Devastation'. He leaps down, crashing into BG as the table crumbles. Dick stands up and snatches the microphone off from the mat.
Dick- If you taste what 'The Dick' is spewing?!!
'Walk' begins to play over the sound system as Dick slams the mic down onto the canvas. The NDE pose for pictures before leaving the ring and heading up the rampway. BG pulls himself to his feet as he stares down the NDE. BG motions for a belt to be strapped around his waist as Dick gives him the thumbs down and dissappears behind the curtain with Nester. The music stops as BG begins to tear apart the set from the segment. He flips over the couch and grabs Nester's name plate, breaking it in half and tossing it out to the crowd before exiting the ring. He slaps his fans hands as he heads up the ramp.
Mike D.- Uh oh Hank, What will Cheapshots have to say about all this? Will he compete?
Hank- A better question is what's he going to think about his shot at Target Locked being compromised?
Michael D.- Speaking of the Cheap One, he's about to take on Emily Stone right now!
Bring me to Life- Evanesence hits the nWotron as newcomer, Detective Emily Stone, steps out onto the stage to a few boos and a few cheers from the crowd. Strobe lights flash as she makes her way to the ring. After being introduced, 'Run Like Hell' blairs throughout the arena to a huge reaction. The Ol' Cheap Bastard steps out onto the stage with his branding iron in hand to an even bigger reaction. He smiles and makes his way down to the ring as he holds the branding iron up into the air. Cheapshots cmibs up onto the apron as he turns to the audience and poses only to get kneed by Emily Stone from behind.
Hank- Emily Stone is ready to get things started.
Mike D- She's going to have to take every advantage she can get if she wants to beat Sweet CHeapshots.
After Cheapy falls out to the floor, Stone comes out after him. She kicks away at his ribs as she yells profusely at him. She picks Cheap up to his feet and tries to irish whip him into the steel steps but, Cheapy reverses sending Stone crashing into the steps to a loud thud.
Hank- I think she's hurt Mike!
Mike D- She might be and look at Cheapy gloating.
Cheapy plays with the crowd through poses before tossing Emily back into the ring. He climbs into the ring as he stands over her posing once more while all the fans take pictures. From behind, Emily lands a low blow sending Cheapy down to the mat. The crowd boos as she lands a leg drop and goes up to the top rope. She leaps off with a moonsault but, Cheapy out of the way. He picks her up and slams her down. Cheapshots backs his way into the corner and runs up landing a running knee drop. The cover but, only a two count. Cheap whips her to the turnbuckle. He follows up but, Emily leaps over top and goes for a sunset flip. Cheap drops his knees down across her shoulder for the pin but, still only a two count. He sets her up for a brainbuster and lands it as he goes for a cocky cover. No she just kicked out of that one in the knick of time. Cheapy sends her to the ropes and swings a clothesline her way. She ducks underneath and comes back with a high cross body. Cheapshots catches her and sets her back down on her feet. Emily takes a big swing at Cheapy but, he ducks and locks in a sleeper.
Mike D- This could be it Hank. Right in the middle of the ring.
Emily Stone begins to fade fast as the referee raises her arm. The arm falls back down as the referee signals for the bell. Cheapy hangs onto the hold for a few more moments before dropping her onto the canvas as his theme music plays.
Hank- A solid victory for Cheapshots.
Mike D- Look...what is he doing?
Cheapshots goes to the outside of the ring abnd gets his branding iron and then returns to the ring. The crowd go crazy as he pulls Emily's pants down below her butt and brands her right on the ass.
Hank- Can we show that Mike?
Mike D- They showed Brian Graves getting his ass branded. I don't see a problem with it. What's up next, Hank?
Hank - Well this match is a very interesting contest, we have Nightmare going up against Wicked D going up against Shadow Law!
Michael D - I love Wicked D too, that guy just creeps me out! I love it!
Hank - You would wouldn't you?
Iron Head by Ozzy and Rob Zombie plays as the lights dim a little. Then the nWo tron reads "Shadow Law" and starts playing. Shadow Law comes out and walks down the ramp to the ring. Law enters the ring and goes to stand up on the turnbuckle as the music fades out.
Hank - Law, looking very poised to come away with a win here tonight!
Fade To Black by Metallica begins to play as the house lights go dark, black lights light up a path to the ring as Nightmare and his manager Jason Reid walk slowly to the ring while the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Michael D - For some reason ever since he joined Gazinya Inc. I've had more respect for Nightmare
Hank - Wow that's odd, sucking up to a Gazinya.
Both Nightmare and Shadow Law wait for Wicked D's music to hit when suddenly Wicked D runs through the crowd! He slides in the ring and double clotheslines both men to the mat hard!
Michael D - Holy cow! I didn't even see him! He came from nowhere!
Hank - Wise move by Wicked D, in this type of match, you need all the advantage you can get!
Wicked D picks up Law and tosses him into the ropes and hits him with a very large back body drop! D looks to his left and spots Nightmare making a run at him but he manages to side step him and send him straight into the corner turnbuckle! Nightmare smacks the corner and hobbles out to the middle where he's clubbed from behind by D sending him straight into the mat. Wicked D turns around as Law comes streaking towards him but he manages to duck the attack and hit him with a serious flap jack!
Hank - Wicked D having his way with everyone here tonight!
Michael D - I'd love to say I'm shocked but, well I'm not!
D walks over to Nightmare and lifts him up. He whips him into the corner and follows with a huge body press. They both come out of the corner as Wicked D grabs him and scoop slams him in the center of the ring. He walks over towards Law and picks him up and goes to slam him on Nightmare but Law gets out of it and drops D with a DDT! Law gets up and clears his head as he reaches down and whips D off the ropes and hits a massive spinebuster. Nightmare is slow to get up but as he does Law nails him with a Samoan Drop sending him straight back down. Law looks up to the top of one of the turnbuckles which has a poll stick up and a body bag attached. Law climbs up the poll and undoes the body bag.
Hank - Phase one complete
Michael D - Now if he can only put someone inside of it!
Hank - You sure about that Mike?
Law brings down the bag and opens it up, but before he can go very far, Wicked D strikes across his throat with a huge clothesline. D picks up Law and kicks him in the gut and plants him with a huge Powerbomb! D turns around and Jason meets him with a big boot sending him back a few feet sliding into the corner. Nightmare shakes the cobwebs off and sees Law down and the body bag open and smiles widely. He picks up Law tries to stuff him in the bag. Law is starting to come to and tries to fight out but it looks as though Nightmare is going to do it
Hank - This one could be over folks!
Nightmare is about to finish off the deal when Wicked D comes running from the other side and tackles Nightmare! D and Nightmare start fighting as finally they stand up in the corner. Nightmare goes for a right hook but Wicked D ducks it and catches him in a sleeper hold. He holds it on and then turns around and drops him with a neckbreaker! D gets up and sees Law hanging out of the bag. He slowly makes his way over and stuffs him in all the way and zips it up as the bell rings!
Hank - Well this match is in the history books everyone, Wicked D the winner of the first Netlink Body Bag on a Poll match!
Michael D - And guess who won? The same man that I predicted to win! And that was Wicked D!
Hank - Figures you'd brag about that! This has been an exciting show so far, Mike. Lets keep it rolling
Michael D.- Alright, up next we have a title for title match featuring the Television Champion Brian Graves and the Brutality Champion, Christian Wright!
We go back to ringside as "Special Delivery" plays throughout the arena as the begining intro plays...the softer music is starting to get louder when a few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters leaving only a small gap for The "Extreme Legend" Brian Graves to walk through...then the beats really kick in and the song blares throughout. Brian walks in between the pryos as the fans start booing like crazy. Brian has a cocky grin on his face as he slides down into the ring and goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes 'The Shocker' to the crowd with his Television title strapped around his waist as he hops down and smirks at the crowd as he awaits his opponent. Suddenly 'Cocky' by Kid Rock hits and the 'REAL Nature Boy' Christian Wright walks down the aisle cockily with his brutality belt and his bodyguard Bohemoth by his side. Christian struts down the aisle as he makes his way to the ring. Christian slides in and poses on the middle turnbuckle as Bohemoth stands looking menacingly beside him, arms folded. Wright leaps down and pats Bohemoth on the back before doing a little Flair strut.
Hank- Are you ready for this one Mike? A double title match under brutality rules. Who is your pick?
Mike D- It's a tough one. I'm sure BG is the odds on favorite but, Christian Wright has really taken a liking to the brutality format as of late.
The ref holds both belts up into the air as the bell sounds. Wright and BG stand in their respective corners as they stare each other down. Bohemothreaches under the ring and grabs a stop sign. He slides it in to Christian as he takes off, charging at BG. Brian kicks the sign right into his face sending him right down to the mat. BG drops the elbow and makes a quick cover. A two count and they are both back to their feet. BG chucks Wright in between the turnbuckles and into the ringpost then drags him out and lands a Russian leg sweep. Another cover but, Wright kicks out. BG whips him to the ropes and lands a back body drop. A senton splash hits its mark as BG heads up top. Bohemoth grabs onto BG's ankle so he can't move as Wright gets up and grabs the stop sign. He smashes it over BG's head then grabs him by the hair and spikes his head into the canvas. He sets him up for the tiger bomb but, BG reverses it into a back drop. Wright tries to flip him over with the pin but, BG drops his knees across the shoulders for the pin. Wright counters the hold going for a cover of his own but, can't get the job done.
Mike D- If BG can keep this a wrestling match he might increase his chances of winning.
Hank- But, it's Brutality rules Mike. It won't stay this way for long, trust me.
BG lands a stiff uppercut but, Wright fires back. He whips BG to the ropes and follows up with a clothesline sending the two of them to the outside. Bohemoth stands out there as he takes a couple cheap kicks at his bosses opponent. He grabs a table setting it up as he tosses BG onto it. Wright climbs up on the apron, leaping off with a spash causing the table to break. Wright goes under the ring looking for weapons as he pulls out a tool box. He sifts through it until he finds a utility staple gun. He holds it up into the air as the crowd goes nuts.
Hank- See...I told you. This is going to get messy now.
Wright waits for BG to turn around and he staples him right in the forehead. Blood trickles from BG's forehead as Wright tosses him into the ring along with the staple gun. He grabs a chair ad heads into the ring as BG whipes his forehead of the blood in disbelief. Wright whacks him with the chair and goes for the cover. A close count but, a two count none the less. Wright signals for the figure four as he locks it in. BG screams out in pain as he tries to fight the hold. Not long after, he reverses it as Wright now screams out in pain. They roll over to the ropes as the hold gets broken. Wright up and kicks him in the gut. From behind he locks him in the reverse DDT position. BG reverses it and lands the Degenerator. The crowd cheer as BG grabs the staple gun and puts a staple right in Christian Wrights ass. He kicks him sending him out of the ring. Bohemoth helps him up and gives Wright steel pipe. Wright rolls back in and charges at BG. BG ducks and lands a belly to back suplex. He goes for the cover but, Wright smacks him with the lead pipe causing BG to fall back onto the mat. Just then Ichabod comes out to ringside. he begins to argue with the referee over the use of the pipe and then points to Bohemoth.
Mike D- What does Ichy want? This is Brutality rules, this is all legal.
Hank- Yeah but, Bohemoth is giving Wright some extra assistance.
Wright back to his feet. He begins to choke BG on the bottom rope the struts around the ring giving a "Whooo" to the crowd. Ichy grabs a steel chair and chucks it at Wright. It misses as Wright grabs the chair and goes out of the ring to go after Ichy. Bohemoth grabs Ichy from behind as Wright swings the chair. Ichy ducks and Bohemoth gets clocked with the chair. Christian Wright looks on in shock at what he did to his bodygaurd. BG now over to the ropes. He grabs Wright by the head to pull him into the ring as Ichabod rears back with the chair. He swings but, Wright pulls BG down causing BG to get nailed in the head. He falls back onto the mat as Wright jumps up on the top rope and lands down with a splash and the cover. 1, 2, 3 this one is history.
Hank- Wright goes on to become the first ever double champion in the nWo.
Ichy shakes his head in disbelief as he heads back up the ramp. Meanwhile Wright holds up both his titles as BG rolls out of the ring to catch up with Ichabod.
Hank- We haven't heard from Necron much since Gladiator when Ichabod finally defeated him one on one. But tonight he's set to take on the nWo Champion himself, Rammer, in a nontitle battle.
Michael D.- I wouldn't think Necron was much too concerned with titles anyway, Hank.
A bell rings out echoing across the darkened arena. "The Birth of Tragedy" roars to life from the nWo tron showing grainy highlights of Necron's dire accomplishments. A single spotlight shines down as the monster steps out onto the stage, smoking a cigarette. He glares silently out at the crowd with a disdainful sneer. He stalks down to the ring and snuffs his cigarette out on the mat with his boot.
"Fight Music" by D12 hits the sound system in the arena and the crowd burts out in cheers and applause. Pyro is shooting off in all directions as Rammer makes his appearance felt comming out from behind the curtain. On his way down to the ring he high fives a few of the fans. When he gets to the ring he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle. Rammer showboats for the fans by doing a backflip off the top of one of the turnbuckles.
Hank- Up until now, most of Necron's battles have had to do with Ichabod or Brian Graves. It's going to be interesting to see how he does against someone he has nothing to do with on a regular basis.
Rammer and Necron stare at each other face to face. The staredown lasts a minute or two more, then Rammer locks his arms around Necron's waist and suplexes him to the mat. Necron jumps up and clotheslines Rammer down. Rammer comes back up and the two exchange rights and lefts. Necron blocks and spits in Rammer's face before headbutting him. Rammer holds his head, and Necron gets off a scissor kick. He pins Rammer 1-2- Rammer kicks out. He jumps up and bounces the ropes as Necron bounces the opposite ones. The two men run and collide, knocking the shit out of each other. The ref starts the count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7- Necron is the first one up. He runs toward Rammer, but Rammer scoops him up and chucks his ass out of the ring. Rammer ascends the ropes and drops an elbow into the chest of Necron. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up and puts Necron on it. Rammer goes for the ropes, but Necron is getting up. Rammer sees this, and is distracted and slips, only able to hit Necron with his foot.
Mike D.- They call it high risk for a reason!
Rammer scrambles up. Necron regains himself and dives at Rammer, who hiptosses him. He stomps him a couple of times, then lifts him up and whips him to the ropes. As Necron comes back, Rammer telegraphs a backbody drop, and Necron kicks the shit out of him. Rammer reels, and Necron uses a double arm DDT. He turns to celebrate for the fans, but Rammer comes from behind and clobbers him with a clothesline. Necron bounces up only to recieve another clothesline. Rammer goes up top and executes a perfect frogsplash!
Both men are appearing hurt,and Rammer is rolling out of the ring. He is on his hands and knees shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs. Necron has got up, and is on his way to one of the turnbuckles. He is undoing the padding, exposing the bolt underneath. He looks around to find Rammer, who suddenly comes off the ropes from outside with a chair. He glances off Necron's head, knocking him to his back. Necron rolls and comes up, bouncing off the ropes, and returning with a knee drop to the head of Rammer. He grabs the ropes and continues to stomp on Rammers head, 1-2-3-4-5-6- times before the ref intervenes. He's not going to let them use the ropes for leverage.
Hank- Necron is a mean bastard!
While Necron argues with the ref, Rammer rolls again, and goes under the ring. He comes out with a roll of industrial barbed wire, which is handily wrapped around an aluminum bat! He comes into the ring, and turns Necron away from the ref, he swings, but Necron blocks and returns with a right hand. He kicks Rammer in the gut, which releases the bat. Necron grabs it and swings it himself, but Rammer dropkicks it right into Necrons face!
This could be it for Necron! the ref comes over to him to check him out, but he pushes the ref off, and gets up. He's hardly even dazed! Rammer looks pissed, but not as pissed as Necron! Necron stalks over to him and begins to lift him, but Rammer low blows, then bulldogs Necron! These men are battling it out for all they are worth! Necron somehow gets up a little stunned, and Rammer grabs him preparing to whip him into the ropes. Necron reverses it into a triangle choke hold! Rammer gasps for air, but Necron won't let go.
Michael D.- He's held that hold for a long time, Hank.
Hank- Chokeholds aren't supposed to last that long.
The ref finally pulls them apart. They shove him down, and lock up the old fashioned way. Rammer slams Necron's face right into the mat! He retrieves the chair. Rammer lays it across Necron's head, then runs to the ropes, and performs a massive asai moonsault. But in midflip, Necron tosses the chair into the air and rolls out of the way. It catches Rammer right on his little Rammers, and he hits the mat hard. He rolls. Necron picks him up and leads him to the exposed turnbuckle. He pulls way back to slam his head on the bolt, but Rammer locks and elbows Sotne in the face. He covers his face, as Rammer sets him up and pedigrees him! His nose may be broken, but no blood yet! Rammer is getting more and more pissed. He retrieves the chair, and stands there ready to pounce on Necron as he gets up. the ref comes over to Rammer and grabs the chair. They fight over it and the ref gets it away from him. He yells at Rammer, and Necron is up. Necron runs at Rammer, who runs toward the ropes. Just as Necron gets to him, Rammer grabs the ropes and does an awesome 619!! Necron goes down as Rammer jumps up to the top ropes and executes a moonsault into a cover 1..2..3!! Rammer is victorious!!
We goto ringside as an elaborate set is being finished in the ring. The entire ring is covered with a dark gray carpet as a large backdrop that reads "My Time" in big red letters along with a huge picture of PKA posing behind those letters. Inside the ring is a large oak desk, a leather chair behind the desk, a podium and a leather love seat on the opposite side of the desk. "My Time" begins to play over the speakers in the arena as the crowd roars with enthusiasm. The camera turn to the entrance as PKA emerges from behind the curtain with none other than Ash by his side. PKA, dressed in black JNCO Jeans with red and white stripes down the side. He wears a black jacket over a white 'My Time' T-Shirt. On the front of the jacket in the top left corner where the pocket is, the letters 'PKA' are imprinted. He also has on a white bandanna with red outline. Ash however wears long, red leather pants with high, black boots on. She has on a shirt which is tied at the bottom showing off her belly. They make their way down to the ring as PKA walks in front of Ash up the steps and holds down the ropes for her. Ash enters before PKA as he follows from behind. PKA climbs up to the second turnbuckle and poses while the many fans in attendance snap pictures of him in front of his renewed talk show set. PKA drops down to the mat and walks Ash over to the podium as PKA takes a seat in the leather chair behind the oak desk. Ash taps the microphone to test it and calm down thew crowd before she speaks to the capacity crowd.
Ash- Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to "MY TIME!" with your host, the amazing, athletic, absolutely astonishing, "GRADE A" PKA!
PKA raises his hands and takes the mic and pulls it close to him.
PKA- Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight our very special guest is the very same man we have to thank for "My Time" being able to come back on televised wrestling! May I introduce, nWo President, Ichabod!
The lights in the arena go out and the beginning of Forsaken plays by David Draiman. Blue lasers around the screen cut wide arcs through the air. As they cut, it becomes apparant that a heavy fog is being pumped into the arena. As Draiman says "I'm over it" explosions light up the stage all around and Ichabod steps out to powerwalk to the ring. When he gets there, he steps up onto the apron, turns, and raises his arms slowly like Triple H as the lights come up. Ichabod takes a seat next to PKA.
PKA- Welcome Ichabod. Thanks for joining us.
Ichabod- Thank you PKA. Shall we begin?
PKA- So how does it feel to be Darren's president again?
Ichabod- It feels good, PK, really good. There's a lot of distraction that keeps me busy, but all in all, its a rewarding job. Wait, who am I kidding? People disrespect you when you are prez. They expect you to cater to their every need no matter what, which is impossible, and they threaten, blackmail, bribe, and whine to you until they get their way. But hey, I've been dealing with that crap all my life, so more or less, it just feels satisfying to be in charge of something so great. And I'm always there for Darren when he needs me. We're old friends.
PKA- What will you do different in nWo from what you did in WOW?
Ichabod- To put it quite simply, no one's getting easy shots anymore. I gave Dick that World Title way back when, and you see the thanks I got. Not to mention I made stars out of Rose, Jared Carthallion, and Nova.
PKA makes a face at the mention of Rose. But he continues.
PKA- What are the ups and downs as being president?
Ichabod- Well its a really thankless job, PKA. Something goes good, the employees take the credit. Something goes wrong, and its my fault. You learn to just accept that and roll with it I guess.
PKA- What are your plans for the future if Darren comes back... Do you have any unfinished rivalries?
Ichabod- Well, I may just retire from the sport itself, I may become an announcer or a trainer, or I might write a book. I like to just take what comes when it comes. I wouldn't mind another match with Smoke Dawg, however. And I'd still like to tango with Triple X one last time. Course, I've never gone one on one with Cheapshots. Then there's my brother Reverend, who's MIA right now. But if I had to pick one last retirement match, I guess it would have to be against Bigg Wafer.
PKA- What is your most memorable match and why?
Ichabod- I'd have to say the six man match at Ring Wars last year where I became the first ever WoW Undisputed Champion. There were a lot of rivalries in that match... in fact I had beef with nearly everyone in it. I was the only one without a faction there and I overcame the gods of WoW, the elite, and the gods of IPWF, the ORS. That moment of victory was my greatest moment.
PKA- If you could slap anyone right now, who would it be?
Ichabod- Heh, maybe Ash. I'm kidding. Probably Chris Conner and Michael Miller. Neither of these guys no when to just give up and go home. And neither one really knows the right way to go about anything they do. If either of them had a good head on their shoulders, they'd be great men in this business. The only thing I can give them, is that they are famous for their actions, and there isn't a person in the world who doesn't know their names.
PKA stretches and then looks at Ichabod seriously.
PKA-Lets discuss the Rose incident, since she was here breifly.
Ichabod- Alright, if you want.
PKA- What was going through your head at the time?
Ichabod- Honestly PKA, it was nothing personal at all. The Revelation was just opening in WOW and I wanted to toss our power around a little. We were synonomous with screw jobs, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I mean, you were adamant about facing me, and it made you. In all honesty, you gave me a hell of a match, and earned my respect.
PKA- So it was a setup from the beginning?
Ichabod- Oh yeah, I planned the whole thing, you and Rose just got suckered in. I had Rose thinking it was all for her, but the world saw different at the Graveyard Match, eh?
PKA raises an eyebrow, but flips through some papers on his desk.
PKA- Now, that match involved Necron, who has become a large figure in your life lately. Can you explain a little of what's going on there?
Ichabod- Its not really a believable story unless you experience, PKA. The only thing I could say that would make sense would be that Necron wants me on his side for very very important reasons to him, the same with Brian Graves, and he won't rest until he gets what he wants.
PKA- So lets set the record straight... is Necron human?
Ichabod- No, PKA. He's not. I can't tell you exactly what he is, but-
At this moment, Ichabod is interrupted by the technician from earlier. He knocks pieces of the set over, and one lands on PKA's desk, nearly crushing him. The technician takes off as Ichabod and PKA both jump up and gather themselves. The technician is already backstage, but PKA and Ichabod run after him.
Hank- What is that guy's problem?
Michael D.- Look, Hank!
The wraparound screen shows backstage where the technician is pounding away on an unmarked locker room. An envelope slides out and the technician opens it, seeing green inside. He runs toward a car, jumps in and takes off out of the back of the arena.
Hank- Its' PKA's secret admirer again! He's been paying off that technician the whole time!
Mike D.- When will we find out who that guy is??
We cut backstage to Emily Stone's locker room. She steps out from the shower,
steam rolling out into the room, with a towel wrapped around herself. She
stops in mid step, and stares across the room at something (or someone)
off-camera. A flush of anger and embarassment rises up in her cheeks, and she
glares towards this phantom intruder.
"I don't know who the Hell you are, much less how you got in here, but this
ain't no damn peep show. Get the Hell out of here before I have you booked
for breaking and entering, pervert!"
There is a long moment of odd silence as she stands there, simply shaking in
anger. And then a voice speaks up. An old voice. A familiar voice. And she
seems to slip slowly into a trance.
"Now now, calm down Ms. Stone--Can I call you Emily? You wont mind will you?
Confess."
(Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.)
"Because we're going to become good friends, aren't we? Confess.".
(I am the rat gnawing away at the floorboard of the universe.)
" And good friends help each other, don't they Emily? Confess."
(Foxes down foxholes. Rats down ratholes. Hyenas over empty stomachs wail.)
"The way I see it, you need my help, don't you? Confess."
(You don't have enough to convict him, but I do.)
"You need to get this win, you need to land this big case, am I right?
Confess."
(I can help you damn him.)
"Ichabod the liar. Ichabod the murderer. Ichabod the interloper. He's the
problem, isn't he? Confess."
(You want something, dont you?)
"Would you like me to take the bricks out of the bag? Confess."
(Name your poison.)
"I want to see Ichabod face judgement just as much as you. Can you bring him
to justice Emily? Confess."
(How about I give you BLISS, for starters?)
"I have a present for you Emily, do you want it? Confess."
(I can give you anything. I can give you everything.)
"Consider it a token of my good will. Take it. You will use it, won't you?
Confess."
(You're probably wondering: what does it profits one if she gains the whole
world and loses her soul?)
"And I've got plenty more gifts where that one came from. You do like gifts,
don't you? Confess.
(The answer is simple my precious, it profits her the whole world!)
"Then there's only one thing you need to do, Emily. You do know what it is,
don't you?"
(Confess.)
"Now get dressed, you've work to do. Tonight is the night your life
changes--forever."
(I'm not here to pressure you. All Im asking is for you to simply...think
about it, for a while.)
"With my help, you're about to make headlines."
(You know how to reach me. Just call my name because I'll hear you scream.)<
/i>
Emily seems in an insant to wake up from her trance, scratching her head. She
glances about her room a moment, only to find an unlabeled videotape lying in
the middle of the floor. She picks it up, and sticks it into the nearby VCR.
We cut back to ringside with Michael D and good ole Hank just as the tape
starts to play.
Michael D: "What was that all about Hank?..."
Hank: "I don't know Mike...but I've got a bad feeling about it. That voice
sounded awfully familiar...None the less, we have one Hell of a main event on
our hands. Jugernaut takes on former nWo world champion Dick Gazinya, in
what's grown into a very personal issue between the two. We saw what
Jugernaut did last week to Darren...the question is...where is the founder of
Netlink Wrestling at now Mike? If Jugernaut was telling the truth, then
Nester and the LDE didn't succeed in their mission at all..."
Michael D: "That's a good question...Ugh! Now I've got a bad feeling...Thanks
alot Hank!"
"Walk" by Pantera begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd all jump
to their feet. Fans chant the lines to the famous song as Dick Gazinya steps
out from behind the curtain in full wrestling attire to a wall of sparks. He
raises his arms as he soaks up the crowd reaction then heads down the
rampway. Dick swings some loose punches to loosen up as he looks out into the
audience for fans holding his foam "Dick-Heads" and Dick Gazinya signs. He
slides into the ring and salutes the crowd from all four turnbuckles before
his music begins to cut out.
Michael D: "Look at Dick, he looks so...naked, without the world title around
his waist."
Hank: "I'm not even gonna go there Mike."
Jugernaut's music blares across the nWo-tron, fireworks go off, this capacity
crowd is on it's feet as they wait for the challenger to emerge from behind
the curtains. A few mintues pass, the lights go back to normal and his music
fades out. The fans wait..still no Jugernaut. Dick paces around the ring,
watching the rampway, and then quickly scanning around the crowd, looking to
spot any oncoming sneak attack. Nothing. Jugernaut's music starts up a second
time, it plays for a minute, then fades back out. Dick gets a cocky grin on
his face as he starts pumping the crowd up as he taunts Jugernaut to come
out.
Michael D: "What's up with this Hank? Is Jugernaut pulling off another
no-show like he did last Malice? At this rate he's going to end up wrestling
in bingo parlors and high school gyms with Jake "the Snake" Roberts and
Michael Miller!"
Hank: "I don't have a clue Mike, but rumors have been circulating that some
sort of deal between Jugernaut and Mr. Black took place last night. No-one
has seen either of the two since. Wheather there's substance to that rumor or
not Mike, you just know Dick is going to be looking over his shoulder all the
time in this match. We've seen pretty clearly what Mr. Black can do, when he
wants to interfere..."
Jugernaut's music starts up for a third time...plays a minture or two...then
fades. The referee is about to call for a disqualification, when a gaunt pale
man slowly pushes out a casket to the ring. A gaunt, pale woman follows close
behind, carrying a funeral wreath. The casket is wheeled right up to the
ring, and the wreath set up nearby it. Dick looks down at the display with a
disgusted look, and shakes his head. Both gaunt figures walk back up the
rampway and dissappear backstage.
Michael D: "Don't tell me...he doesn't think that trick's going to work--does
he Hank?"
Hank: "I don't know what he's thinking Mike...but I don't think Dick's going
to fall for it."
Dick climbs out of the ring, a sly grin stretching across his face. He reaces
under the ring, pulling out a large wrench. He looks at the casket, to the
fans, holds the wrench up and listsn to their roar. He brings it arcing down,
slamming the wrench against the lid of the casket, denting it in with a loud
hollow ringing thud. He pounds along the sides of the casket, leaving huge
dents and loud ringing echoing across the arena. The lid starts to open, but
Dick brings the wrench back down, beating against the lid again. He pushes
the casket quickly up the ramp, looking out to the crowd. He smirks, then
shoves the casket right off the stage! It goes flying off the metal stage,
crashing to the concrete with a tremendous thud.
Michael D: "OH MY GOD HANK! Did you see that!?"
Hank: "See it!? Mike, I FELT it! If JUgernaut was in there, he's got to be in
a world of pain right about now."
Dick celebrates up on the ramp, pointing down at the busted up casket and
laughing. The lid slowly creaks, falling open. One of the LDE sticks his head
up, slowly, swaying back and forth, then collapses, hanging halfway out of
the casket. Dick's face quicky sours into shock, then flashes up into anger.
He's about to run down and check on the LDE, when a hand drops down on his
shoulder. He spins around, only to stare up at a man that must be
Jugernaut...but he looks different. Bigger. Meaner. He looks posessed...or
insane. Maybe both. Dick winds up for a swing, but the big man leans down and
spits some sort of green mist into his face. Dick instantly drops back, hands
reaching up around his eyes, screaming. The big man lands a massive boot to
the gut, grabs Dick up, and powerbombs him down onto the rampway.
Michael D: "Is that Jugernaut, Hank?"
Hank: "It must be Mike...but doesn't he look different? Bigger, somehow?"
Michael D: "Maybe he ate a bowl full of wheaties for breakfast?--Wheaties,
the breakfast of champions!"
Hank: "What would eating Wheaties have anything to do with that Mike?"
Michael D: "Beats the Hell outta me Hank, but I worked out a deal with
General Mills where I get $100 everytime I Drop a line mentioning their
product. Now go eat your wheaties Hank! Wooo, $200."
Hank: "Sometimes I wonder why I even ask...none the less, Dick looks to be in
serious trouble, Mike. Whatever it was Jugernaut sprayed into his face, it
must've blinded him."
Michael D: "Blindness...that'll happen when you don't eat your wheaties.
Whoo, $300, and going strong!"
Dick struggles to his feet, but his arms fubmle out wildly, trying to grab
onto anything, anyone, for support. Jugernaut simply watches this a moment,
then reaches out, grabs Dick's arm, and goes for an Irish whip--NO! Dick
reverses, whipping Jugernaut down the rampway. The former world champ
struggles down the rampway, trying not to fall. Jugernaut catches himself,
stopping just in time not to smash against the edge of the ring. He turns,
glaring at Dick. Charges, and nails the former world champ with a hellacious
clothesline. The referee drops out from the ring, trying to get Jugernaut to
get in the ring. He simply ignores the ref, and drags Dick up to his feet.
Gazinya lands an elbow to the gut, a second elbow, Jugernaut clubs him down
to the ground. Dick rolls away, looking wildly in every direction.
Hank: "Dick can't see a thing Mike, how in the Hell is he supposed to win
this match?
Michael D: "It's not even a match yet, Hank, the referee hasn't called for
the bell!"
Jugernaut moves in, planting a boot right against Dick's face. The champ
drops to the mat, his lip busted open. Jugernaut laughs and goes hunting for
a chair. He shoves the ring attendant out of the way, folds up the chair, and
stalks towards the downed Dick Gazinya. He moves in, close, closer,
closer...Dick reaches out, touching, finding Jugernauts boot. He slowly looks
up, vageuly aware of Jugernaut's presence. Jugernaut raises the chair, a sick
smile streching across his face, when BAM! Dick nails a blatant low blow that
sends the big man down to his knees. The capacity crowd cheers, stomping
their feet as Dick stumbles around, trying to figure out where he's at. Dick
reaches into the crwod, grabbing the drink from a fan. He splashes a bit of
ice cold water into his face, trying to flush whatever was in the mist, out
of his eyes. Jugernaut slowly makes it back up to his feet, his face lighting
up with fury. He grabs the chair again, and heads right for Dick. He raises
the chair, but Dick whirls around and spears right into him, smacking him
right against the ringpost. Jugernaut's grip on the chair loosens, but he's
somehow able to shake the blow off, and lands a viscious headbutt, knocking
Dick back. He raises the chair, swings, and connects with a nasty headshot.
Hank: "My God, Dick isn't going to last long at this rate Mike!"
Michael D: "Going out too fast...another sign that you need to eat your
Wheaties! I'm on a roll tonight, Hank!"
Hank: "Don't remind me."
Dick stumbles back a few feet, shakes his head a moment, and then glares
right over at Jugernaut; the water must've done the trick! The Dick is
pissed! Jugernaut goes to swing the chair, but Dick catches it in mid-motion,
prying it free from his hands. 'Dirty' Dick swings, and the chair connects
solidly with Jugernaut's face, busting him wide open; blood pours down his
face and trickles onto the mat below. The big man stumbles back, falling over
the ring steps. Dick jumps up onto the apron, waiting. Jugernaut back to his
feet. Gazinya leaps off the apron, bringing the chair cracking down across
the back of Jugernaut's head! The Dick quickly back to his feet plants a
quick boot or two into the downed challenger, before dragging him up by the
ahir and tossing him into the ring. Gazinya slides in after his prey, and the
referee calls for the bell, this match just now officially underway. Dick
drags Jugernaut, still dazed from the chairshot, to his feet, only to send
him right back down with a big standing clothesline. The fans roar as Gazinya
quickly darts up onto the top turnbuckle. He flies off, connecting with a
tremendous 450 splash.
Hank: "What an impact!"
Michael D: "Dick must be eating his Wheaties, the breakfast of champions!
$500 Hank, I'm on fire!"
Dick goes for the pin...1...2..Jugernaut powers out, tossing The Dick off
him. Both men quickly to their feet, mett head on, trading punches back and
forth, until Jugernaut grabs hold of The Dick, and flings him into the
turnbuckle. He charges in, Dick gets a foot up and connects with Jugernaut's
face. The big man staggers back a moment, then charges back in again. Dick
connects again with a boot to the face. Jugernaut shakes the blow off, and
charges for a third time. Dick tries for the boot again, But Jugernaut feints
out of the way, and lands a thundering turnbuckle clothesline that thuds
across the enitre arena. Dick staggers out from the corner, but Jugernaut
simply shoves him right back into it. He winds up, and unloads with a volley
of haymaker punches, mauling Gazinya. The referee moves in, trying to break
it up, but Jugernaut simply turns and glares at him, sending the zebra
backing off in a hurry. This momentary delay however, was all the chance Dick
needed. Jugernaut turns back to continue the beating, but Dick raises up,
ramming his knee between Jugernaut's legs and landing a headbutt. The big man
groans in pain. Dick mounts up to the second rope, and leaps off, connecting
with a solid clothesline that plants Jugernaut firmly to the mat. He drops
down for the pin...1...2..th--No! Jugernaut's foot on the ropes!
Hank: "Give Dick Gazinya the credit he's due Mike, he's mounting an
incredible offense against Jugernaut."
Michael D: "Of course he is Hank, it's because--"
Hank: "Let me guess...he ate a bowl of Wheaties for breakfast?"
Michael D: "Hey--watch it Hank! You trying to cut in on my deal or
something?"
Dick can't believe it! He hops back up to his feet in frustration, and kicks
Jugernaut right across the jaw. He goes into a frenzy of kicking and stomping
the Hell out of the big man, and then drops back down for the
pin..1...2...Jugernaut powers out again! Dick shakes with anger and glares
over at the referee, shouting at him about a slow count. He drags Jugernaut
back up to his feet, and goes for a short-arm clothesline. Jugernaut ducks,
grabs Dick, and smashes him to the mat with a massive spinebuster! The crwod
ooohhs in unison as Jugernuat drops down for the pin...1...2...kickout! He
drags Gazinya back up, and irish whips him to the ropes. Dick comes off on
the rebound, Jugernaut goes for a hip toss. Dick blocks, and then brings the
big man down with a quick standing clothesline. The Dick drops down for the
pin...1...2...kickout! He flies back to his feet, drags Jugernaut up, and
whips him to the ropes. He drops down, and back body drops Jugernaut right
over the top rope. The big man crashes down outside the ring as the referee
begins his count...1...Dick waits, Jugernaut slowly stirring...2......The big
man is halfway to his feet..Dick races across the ring, rebounds off the
ropes...Jugernaut turns, Dick baseball slides, smacking right into
Jugernaut's face. The big man goes flying back, smashing into the security
rail with a loud crash. Gazinya quickly slides under the ropes...5...6 He
grabds the dazed Jugernaut, and whips him right into the steel ring stairs,
knocking them over! 7...The Dick isn't letting up for a moment, and drags
Jugernaut right back up to his feet, going for a second irish whip. Jugernaut
reverses, sending Dick flying head first right into the ring post. The big
man slides into the ring, breaking the count.
