30MC - 1/18/02
[Moving to the ring
for the first match finds Ieata Fujita pacing back and forth while referee Robin
checks over a reluctant Chris Cortez who seems preoccupied watching for someone
to step out from the back.]
Howard Butz: Cortez seems to have his thoughts elsewhere tonight.
Dillon Diamond: Women. No Angel ringside and Cortez isn't himself. Say, Fly ...
you probably have a few women in the locker room stories to share?
Howard Butz: Don't pay any attention to him, Will. Here comes someone from the
back but I have a feeling it's not who Chris Cortez was waiting for.
[Shorti Blaze makes her way to the ring with a mic in hand.]
Shorti: What's the matter, Chrissie? No Angel to look after you? Is Chrissie
going to cry because he's all alone?
[Making his way to the ropes, Cortez starts to leave the ring when he is stopped
by the ref. The two argue before a threat to throw the match out.]
Howard Butz: Shorti's remarks really seem to have Cortez worked up. Robin wants
to get this match underway and Cortez isn't cooperating.
Shorti: That's it, Chrissie ... let another woman tell you what to do. Get back
in that ring and wrestle. Be a good boy and do as you're told. Oh, by the way
... the reason your little Angel's not here ... I KICKED HER ASS!
Howard Butz: THAT'S GOT HIM RILED!
Will Geddings: Seems this Shorti's pulled some strings.
[Dipping between the ropes to leave, Cortez is hammered in the back by Fujita
with a double axe handle. Pulled back into the ring, he is lifted and dropped
backwards with a suplex.]
CHRIS CORTEZ
versus
IEATA FUJITA
*** Ding *** Ding ***
Laughing, Fujita
pops to his feet, putting a stomping on Cortez. Warned off by the ref for
holding onto the ropes, Fujita turns his attention to the announcers, pointing
down at Geddings' belt. Moving his hands across his waist, Fujita motions for
Geddings to come into the ring.
Howard Butz: Looks like you've gotten the attention of Fujita.
WIll Geddings: Seems to come with the territory. Everyone wants to take a poke
at me over this belt.
Dillon Diamond: It really is a nice belt. Can I touch it?
Howard Butz: Leave him alone, Dillon.
Springing off the ropes, Fujita flies into a running elbow drop before pulling
Cortez to his feet in an arm bar. Working the arm, Fujita laughs manically while
Cortez makes his way to the ropes. Pulled to the middle of the ring, Cortez is
sent into the far ropes and flipped over with a hip toss.
Howard Butz: Fujita with an early cover. ONE!
Dillon Diamond: It's too early to finish off Cortez.
Another whip into the ropes results in a big back body drop and follow-up leg
drop for another cover and a one count. Staggering to his feet, Cortez finds
himself flattened with a kick to the back of his knee. A standing senton lands
before a lazy cover nets Fujita a two count.
Howard Butz: It's been all Fujita from the bell.
Will Geddings: This Cortez better do something to mount some offense or he can
call it a night. An early night.
Pushed up against the ropes, Cortez takes a volley of chops to the chest before
finding himself up close and personal with the mat as Shorti pulls his feet out
from under him.
Howard Butz: Fujita going to the top ... LEG DROP!
Rather than make a cover, Fujita slides to the outside for the announcers.
Pointing at the belt, Fujita grabs for it, bringing Geddings out of his seat.
Howard Butz: HEY! HEY! None of that ... take your match back into the ring.
Will Geddings: WHOA! What is that smell?
Dillon Diamond: Wasn't me.
Howard Butz: That smells like onions.
Dillon Diamond: Oh.
Laughing at the trio has all three men waving their hands in front of their
noses.
Howard Butz: That's coming from Fujita.
Will Geddings: That's awful. No wonder Cortez is getting his ass kicked. Can I
say that?
Dillon Diamond: You can say whatever you like, Fly.
Waving off the ref's count, Fujita makes it back into the ring. Pulling Cortez
up, he takes a punch. Briefly staggered, Fujita reverses an Irish whip, sending
Cortez across the ring and leaping into the air on his return. Wrapping his legs
around his opponent's neck, he throws the man over with a hurricanrana.
Howard Butz: Cortez is really taking a beating in this one.
Dillon Diamnond: His mind is elsewhere. You don't have that problem, do you,
Fly?
Standing on Cortez' chest, Fujita laughs hysterically as the ref slaps out a
count. Cortez barely rolls a shoulder on a two count. Moving back to Geddings,
Fujita gives Cortez a much needed rest as he crawls for the ropes. A sharp slap
to the face blocks his exit. With the ref watching Fujita, Shorti grabs Cortez
by the head and holds him down across the bottom rope, choking him.
Howard Butz: Fujita really seems to have his eye on your belt, Will.
Will Geddings: Well, he can look but he can't touch. He tries to touch it, we're
going to have a problem and I don't think he'd like that very much.
Dillon Diamond: Can I touch it, Fly? Your belt, that is.
Returning to the match, Fujita tosses Cortez to the outside. Moving to the far
side of the ring, he waits for Chris to regain his feet. With a running start,
he dives between the ropes, flattening Cortez with a tope. After banging Cortez'
head into the ring apron, Fujita rolls him back into the ring as instructed by
the ref. Back on his feet, Cortez wobbles in place as Fujita blows his onion
breath. With a full blast, Cortez falls flat on his backside.
Howard Butz: NOW, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SOME FIREWORKS! HERE COMES ANGEL!
Rushing out from the back, Angel launches herself into Shorti, hammering her
with forearms, knocking her to a knee at ringside.
Howard Butz: THE LADIES ARE GOING AT IT AND ANGEL DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A HAPPY
CAMPER!
Firing back, Shorti staggers Angel with a short right, knocking the heavenly one
against the apron. Reaching over, Fujita grabs her by the hair and pulls her up.
Howard Butz: Fujita's got a handful of hair ...
Pulling her up onto the ring apron despite the ref's warnings, Fujita spins her
around to face him. Grabbing her and pulling Angel in close, he plants a big,
wet kiss on her.
Howard Butz: UGH!
WIll Geddings: That has to be worse than taking those shots from Shorti.
Struggling with all her might and some help from the ref, Angel pulls away,
nearly gagging on the smell as well as the violation upon her person. Pulled off
the apron by Shorti, Angel is flattened with a snap suplex onto the floor which
brings the fans to their feet.
Howard Butz: Shorti with a brutal suplex on the floor on top of Fujita's vile
attack.
Dillon Diamond: That's adding insult to injury.
Will Geddings: Speaking of injury, lover boy's back up.
Back on his feet, Cortez waits ... waits ... waits until Fujita turns around.
Stepping into it, Cortez catches an unaware opponent with the Mic Check. Rocked
by the superkick, Fujita bounces back against the ropes before stumbling forward
into a spinning heel kick that floors him.
Howard Butz: Chris Cortez does not look happy!
Pulling Fujita by the hair into a standing head scissor, Cortez hooks his arms
before dropping the man face first into the mat with a thud. Rolling him over,
Cortez takes the pin.
*** Ding *** Ding ***
[Rolling from the
ring, a battered Cortez finds Shorti Blaze taunting the downed Angel. Grabbing
her by the hair, he pulls her back into the ring.]
Howard Butz: This doesn't look good for Shorti ... WILL? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
[Leaving his seat, Geddings heads into the ring as Cortez shakes Shorti by the
head.]
Dillon Diamond: He's one of the good guys, Howard.
[Grabbing Cortez by the shoulder, Geddings spins him around. After a few words
between them, Cortez lets go of Shorti before going nose to nose.]
Howard Butz: We're about to have a war ...
Dillon Diamond: AND HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!
[Security, led by Brody makes its way into the ring, separating both parties
before breaking away for a commercial.]
