MR: The first match of the night is about to get going. All three men are at the ring, and are waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING!
SC: And there it is!
As the bell sounds, JC Stubz double clotheslines Bobby Bulletz and G-Murder to the mat, interrupting a stare-down they had engaged in. Bulletz gets right back up and Stubz grabs him by the arm. He whips Bulletz to the corner then dodges an attack by G-Murder and sends him into the corner after Bulletz. This causes G-Murder to fall on his back, and Bulletz to fall right on his groin area.
MR: That can't be good for the children!
G-Murder grabs his groin area as Stubz rolls him out of the ring. Stubz then lifts Bulletz to his feet and backs him against the ropes. He tries to throw Bulletz across the ring but Bulletz reverses and takes Stubz down with a knee to the gut as he returns to the center of the ring. Stubz doubles over Bulletz knee and lands flat on his back. Bulletz then runs to the ropes himself and comes off with a rolling thunder flipping splash. Stubz holds his stomach in pain as Bulletz makes a cover.
Ref: One_ Two_
The referee suddenly stops counting as G-Murder pulls Bulletz off the cover and to the outside of the ring. Bulletz freezes in place, shocked, and receives a double axe handle from G-Murder that sends him to the ground. G-Murder throws in a few kicks for good measure, then slides back into the ring.
SC: Bulletz didn't know what hit him.
As G-Murder rises he sees Stubz using the ropes on the other side of the ring to get up. G-Murder charges towards him and drops his leg across the back of Stubz head so that he chokes Stubz out on the second rope. Stubz shoots back to the middle of the ring gasping for air, and G-Murder comes in with an elbow drop.
Ref: One_ Two_ kick out!
Stubz quickly gets the shoulder up and G-Murder picks him back up. G-Murder attempts a vertical suplex, but Stubz slides down his back and spins him into an inverted DDT. G-Murder hits hard and stays down. Stubz rises and notices Bulletz resting on the barricade on the outside. Stubz uncharacteristically decides to take a chance and makes a dashing dive over the top rope to the outside where Bulletz stands. Bulletz is able to see Stubz coming however and moves out of the way so that Stubz hits the guard-rail face first. Stubz goes down and stays down.
MR: That's lights out for Stubz.
Bulletz viciously takes him back to the mat with a grotesque swinging neckbreaker. G-Murder sits right back up and reaches for the back of his head. Bulletz dives in G-Murder's directions and holds him down for a cover.
SC: And another cover_
Ref: One_ Two_ shoulder up!
Both men get up quickly and eye each other. Neither see Stubz slide back in the ring and just as the match started neither see Stubz clothesline them to the mat.
MR: JC Stubz just comes out of no where.
Stubz boots Bulletz back to the mat to keep him down but allows G-Murder to get back up. G-Murder walks directly into a boot to the gut followed by the "Bronx Bomb".
SC: Shazaaaam! I think that's it from G-Murder.
Stubz jumps on top of G-Murder for the cover and the ref counts.
Ref: One_ Two_ Three!!!
MR: And G-Murder has been eliminated from this match.
Stubz picks G-Murder back to his feet and throws him over the top rope in the direction of the ramp and waves good-bye. As he does this Bulletz sneaks up on him from behind and rolls him into a school boy.
SC: Sneak attack by Bulletz!
Ref: One_
Stubz quickly gets out and rolls to his feet.
MR: Stubz isn't taking that lying down.
Bulletz tries to stay on top of him and backs him to the ropes. Bulletz goes for an Irish-Whip and waits Stubz to make his way back to the center of the ring. As he does Bulletz goes for a clothesline, however, Stubz ducks and comes up and around Bulletz to choke him out with "Reality Strikes"!
SC: Reality Strikes from the shadows!
Bulletz begins to flop around like a fish as Stubz holds him to the mat. Instantly you can see the lack of air getting to Bulletz and it's not long before he submits to the pressure. The reg signals for the bell and "Blood Brothers" hits the speakers as JC Stubz releases the hold and rises to his feet in victory.
MR: A quick win after eliminating both of his opponents for JC Stubz
WINNER-
Stubz by elimination
SC: Great match, lets see if the next one is as good
Match Number 2
Mike Zybala
versus Allisa
Bed Match
"
MR: Coming up next is a very original match indeed. A Bed Match between Allisa O'Toole and Mike Zybala!
SC: Now what exactly IS a Bed match?
MR: Well the two are going to be fighting on a ring-sized bed specifically made for this match which will be placed in a large room backstage. There's no DQ, and you pin or make the opponent tap out to win.
SC: Sounds simple enough_should be fun to watch if ya know what I mean_
MR: Spare me your perverted ness, Romeo. Lets head to the match!
Out in the arena, Allisa O'Toole's theme tune "Favorite Things" by Big
Brovaz plays out loudly through the PA system. However, we see Allisa
walking backstage into a room with double doors. Inside is the bed, which
had been designed by Allisa for this match today. She treads over the
pillows and cushions and rolls under the ropes and turnbuckles, which had
been attached to the bed. She stands up and adjusts her bra and panties. Her
theme fades and she leans up against the far ropes - those furthest away
from the doors.
"Coming' Atcha!" by Telsa now starts to play and Zybala runs straight into the
ring wearing boxer shorts and a black T-shirt.
MR: Is Allisa admiring Zybala?
SC: I wish she would admire me!
Allisa raises her eyebrows at the sight of Zybala. Zybala checks Allisa out.
She giggles and bats her eyelashes dramatically. She steps forward and rubs
her hand down his chest seductively and he lets her. She grins, and so does
he!
SC: Is this too saucy for televising?
MR: I think it's fine as long as they don't get aroused. *smiles*
SC: NOW who's being perverted?
But it doesn't last long, Allisa reels back and hits Zybala with a chop
across the chest and pulls him down with an arm drag. She mounts him and
starts to strangle him, banging his head off the mattress!
MR: Allisa lured Zybala in and then started the assault!
The referee can't stop the choking due to the no DQ stipulation, so Zybala
starts turning blue until he flips her over his head onto the bed. She
bounces up and Zybala tackles her down with a spear. Allisa wastes no time
and immediately tries to lock in her finisher - Your Hate - a body scissors
around the neck using her legs. It seems to have no effect on Zybala this
early on in the match who actually seems to enjoy it! He grins as she
struggles to lock it in harder, but Zybala only lifts himself up onto his
feet and lifts Allisa up off the ground into a powerbomb position. He holds
her up, but she smacks him in the forehead! He doesn't let go though as he
stumbled back and hits the ropes! Allisa goes over the top rope into a pile
of pillows on the outside!
SC: Would that actually hurt Allisa?
MR: I'm not_ too_sure? Shawn, what's the point of this match?
SC: RATINGS DARLING! This is the shit!
Allisa peers out over the top of the cushions only to be struck with a huge
elbow drop via a plancha from the top rope by Zybala! Allisa rolls around in
pain while grasping her shoulder, which was hit by the impact. Zybala gets
up and stands over Allisa. She lifts a leg up between his legs and that
brings him down on top of her. The referee sees this as a pin attempt and
starts the count.
1!
2!
NO! Allisa manages to roll him off! Allisa gets up and steps onto Zybala's
chest then steps off again to walk over to the other side of the room. She
picks up a pillow and waits for Zybala to chase her! He does and with
perfect timing, Allisa swings the pillow at him. He dodges like he actually
needed to and hoists her up over his shoulder. He walks around before
slamming her down to the concrete floor just outside the room they were
fighting in.
SC: There are no rules to this match - they can go wherever they want!
MR: The match only has to start in the room and end in the room, there are
no other rules apart from that! This could turn brutal!
Allisa sits up in agony and gets a nudge to the face with his foot. Her head
bangs against the concrete again! She moans and holds her head with one
hand. Zybala walks up to her and tries to help her up. BUT ALLISA GRABS HIS
BALLS IN HER FREE HAND! Zybala's mouth opens wide open as Allisa grabs his
genitals in her hand! Allisa stands back up, only to get a low blow off
Zybala herself! Allisa drops to her knees and Zybala tries to apologies.
SC: This IS brutal!
Allisa grabs Zybala's leg and bites the inside of his thigh. He howls in
pain and she rolls him up into a school boy which puts them back into the
room.
1_
2_
QUICK KICK OUT BY ZYBALA!
Allisa mounts Zybala and pins his shoulders to the ground, but he rolls over
and back out of the room onto the concrete floor. Allisa rolls over again
and lands mounted on top of Zybala. She looks at him and plants a kiss on
his lips. Zybala rolls over again and kisses Allisa back. She shoves him
away and he grins, wiping his mouth. They both get up, and now they are
surrounded by miscellaneous items, such as ring props and a vending machine.
Allisa grabs Zybala by his T-shirt and tears at it. It rips away leaving
Zybala in his boxers. Allisa laughs and slams Zybala's head off the vending
machine. It's not hard enough though, and Zybala picks her up, and scoop
slams her down across metal pipes. He grabs a chair while she's down, lies
it over her face and leg drops the chair. Allisa squirms in pain again.
Zybala lifts her up and walks back into the room. He throws her into the
ring and the whole ring bounces. He gets up and climbs the turnbuckle. In
the arena, watching on the Striketron, the fans begin to cheer! Zybala leaps
off the bed and hits Allisa with Death From Above! He manages to get enough
air to hit a leg drop! And_ AND there is a huge splintering noise throughout
the room, THE BED HAS COLLAPSED FROM THE IMPACT OF DEATH FROM ABOVE! Zybala
covers straight from the move, but when the bed breaks, Zybala is thrown off
of Allisa and the ref too is flung of the ring. The impact of the move
though wasn't as great on Allisa. She slowly gets up and stands on the
broken bed. She gets out between the ropes and sees Zybala walking faster
towards her. She kicks him hard in the gut with a roundhouse kick. It slows
him down, allowing Allisa to move out of the room. She moves quickly down
the corridor and turns a corner.
SC: Where is Allisa going? Is she luring Zybala into a trap?
Zybala jogs up to where he saw Allisa turn off. He looks around the corner
and is smacked in the head with a baseball bat that breaks over his head.
Any normal man would be knocked out cold, but he gets back up straight away!
He grabs out towards Allisa, who kicks him a few more times until he backs
off. Allisa stupidly turns her back on Zybala though to rummage through a
pile of props. She pulls out two kendo sticks and spins them around in her
hand, but with her back turned, Zybala runs up behind, grabs her pants and
lifts her off the ground. Allisa squeals and Zybala drops her back down onto
her front. Allisa stays on the ground for a few seconds giving Zybala a
chance to pick up his senses after the bat-shot he took. When Allisa is back
up onto her feet, Zybala is ready and kicks her in the chest. He puts her in
the gut wrench position and slams her over onto the concrete with a gut wrench
suplex. Allisa isn't given a chance to recover as Zybala literally carries
her back towards the bed-room. She struggles free though and rakes Zybala's
eyes. This enrages him, and shoves her head between his legs. Allisa
struggles, but Zybala lifts her up and sets her up for a cradle piledriver!
Allisa cries out for help. Zybala seems to enjoy this hold and keeps it in
place for a few more seconds.
MR: What a pervert.
SC: I guess we're all perverted in some way_
MR: Some in more ways than others_
SC: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Before all seems so bleak for Allisa, out of nowhere, someone darts across
the corridor and shoves Allisa into Zybala. Zybala stumbles and falls onto
his back. Allisa lands on top of him and immediately starts laying huge
punches down on Zybala's face. She gets up and begins helping Walsh with
something, but they are in the way of the camera shot. When they seem
finished Walsh pulls away and Allisa steps to the side to reveal some kind
of weird set up. An unlaid concrete slab has been propped on two piles of
breezeblocks! More slabs of concrete seem to make steps up to this first
concrete slab_
SC: What the fuck?
Walsh steps up to Zybala and picks him up by the head. He drags him over to
the concrete blocks and hands him to Allisa. Walsh ascends the steps and
Allisa thrusts Zybala towards him. Walsh sets himself up into a double
underhook powerbomb! Then he hoists the NYWC member up and flips him up over
Walsh's back! Zybala's head looks down the ground as Walsh lifts himself off
the ground and drops down! Shawn Walsh brings Zybala's head crushing down
onto the single elevated concrete block with such force than it breaks up
with the impact.
MR: HOLY FUCK!
SC: Can we see if Zybala is okay?
Walsh smiles at Allisa and she smiles back sweetly. Walsh get up again,
smirks at Zybala and then struts away again.
On her own again but now with the upper hand, Allisa drags her opponent
slowly back to the bedroom. She's obviously straining to carry him, but
eventually she drags him back into the room. She covers him cockily, not
even pressing down onto him.
1!!!!
2!!!!
KICK OUT! FUCK! NOOOO!
SC: Allisa must have taken way too much time dragging him to the bedroom!
MR: Yeah_but_but_ZYBALA WAS KNOCKED OUT!
Allisa gets up and kicks Zybala so hard in the ribs he starts coughing. She
grins and smothers him with a pillow.
MR: Allisa has lost it!
Zybala stops struggling and the referee jogs over to them. Allisa shoves the
ref away though and starts searching through the pillows and cushions for
something. She hasn't found it though, when again, miraculously Zybala gets
back up. She backs away from him and as Zybala approaches with a hastened
pace, Allisa picks up a pillow and smacks him as hard as she can with it.
Obviously it has no effect on him, but it does send thousands of feathers up
into the air. She picks up another pillow and again she hits him as hard as
she can with it. It sends another thousand feathers around the room. Allisa
quickly moves away from Zybala.
MR: What the hell is Allisa doing?
SC: I think she's looking for something still!
(Allisa then grabs a third pillow, and has an evil smile on her face. Zybala comes running after her, but she whacks him in the head with it, and he goes down hard. He appears to be unconscious.)
MR: Man Zybala must be WEAK!
SC: Taken down by a pillow? He must have a glass head or something_
(Allisa just smiles as she tosses the pillow aside. As the pillow drops, we see huge pile of bricks coming out of the pillow.)
MR: SHE FILLED IT WITH BRICKS? MY GOD!
SC: She's fucking insane_but I LOVE IT!
(Alissa walks up to Zylaba, and places a finger on his chest as the referee counts.)
Referee: 1_2_3! Ring the bell!
(The bell sounds, and ""Favorite Things" by Big
Brovaz plays again, as Allisa taunts the crowd, and exits the bed ring
MR - Alissa O'Toole with an impressive victory over Mike Zybala
SC - Indeed, Manuela.
MR - Zybala's "fire" as of late has just been extinguished and he is still a marked man on some people's hit list's-...
Before Manuela can even finish, "Faint" by Linkin Park hits the arena as The Duud Joe Ruud comes sprinting down to the ring and slides in, Mike Zybala attempts to punch Joe Ruud, but Ruud ducks, grabs Zybala and spins him around before kicking him in the gut and lifting him up and planting him into the canvas with the Ruud Awakening. Joe Ruud then slides out of the ring and grabs the chair from under the Ring Announcer, Candy Peaks and slides it into the ring. Joe Ruud stomps Zybala a few times before slamming the chair into his chest and then setting it up on top of his head and over his face. Joe Ruud then runs to the corner, jumps on the turnbuckle and balances himself with his back towards the inside of the ring.
MR - This does not look good for Mr. Zybala.
SC - Not at all, I sense a devastating maneuver occurring in a mere matter of seconds.
Joe Ruud jumps off the top rope with a moonsault, but twists in mid-air and executes a picture perfect guillotine leg drop onto the chair, into the face of Mike Zybala.
SC - Ouchies..
MR - Oh my, Cradle 2 the Grave onto the chair, onto Mike Zybala's face!
SC - Somebody needs to get in there and check for a pulse, I think Joe Ruud just killed Mike Zybala.
The crowd begins to chant "HOLY SHIT" as Joe Ruud slowly gets up to his feet. Joe Ruud finally gains his composure and asks for a mic, one is thrown into the ring and Joe Ruud catches it. Joe Ruud steps over Mike Zybala and kneels down next to an almost unconscious Mike Zybala.
Joe Ruud - Mike Zybala, I just came at your life!
"Faint" hits the arena again as Joe Ruud drops the mic onto Mike Zybala's chest and slides out of the ring and exits back to his locker room backstage.
SC - Well...
MR - Uhh, well folks its time for our Xtreme Title match between Knife and Paul Phillips.
SC - Hey, isn't Knife on that Joe Ruud Hit List also?
MR - I do believe that he is...
SC - Think we could see some more people being scratched off that list?
MR - God, I hope not.
WINNER-
Insert Winner Here
Match Number 3
Knife
versus
Paul Phillips
Xtreme Title Match
As "Take It!" by ICP starts playing blue spotlights pan through the arena
and green strobe light start to go off. knife steps out on stage with Mosh
Girl as the hard guitar starts. He hops in place for a moment, psyching
himself up, then sprints to ringside with Mosh Girl walking down to
ringside. He does two laps in opposite directions around the ring slapping
fives and pausing every now and then for pictures. He then slides in the
ring as Mosh Girl gets in. Knife goes to each of the four turnbuckles, hops
up to the middle rope and gives the metal sign as Mosh Girl stands nearby
encouraging to audience to get up. They go to one corner as the music
fades.
Nile's "Ramses Bringer of War's" opening drum roll kicks in. The ring lights
then go out, a spotlight scans the arena, smoke fills the entranceway, and a
red strobe light flickers, accenting the smoke. When the guitars accent the
brass accompaniment to the triumphant music, that's when pyros shoot off
everywhere, and Paul Philips appears in the entranceway, arms raised to
about shoulder's height in a welcoming gesture. He then walks down the aisle
and into the ring, smiling at both the curses, and praises thrown in his
direction.
MR: This is going to be one hell of a match - I wonder if it can beat that
extravaganza we just witnessed between Allisa and Zybala_ Just looking
around I can see a ladder, tables, chairs, bats, Singapore canes and kendo
sticks_ And a trolley full of road signs and other items of Hardcore!!
SC: I bet you it will be better!
Paul Philips slides out of the ring and grabs a Singapore cane. He swings it
around in his hand with ease and smacks Knife across the head with it as he
joins The Xtreme Champion on the outside. Knife doesn't go down though and
it takes three more shots until he falls down onto one knee. Messiah goes to
hit him again, but on the fourth strike, Knife grabs the cane and slams it
over the back of Messiah's head, and then breaks it in half with a shot over
his back. Messiah falls down onto the concrete. Knife laughs and then grabs
the trolley of Hardcore items and a chair. He walks back to Messiah who is
back up now, and rams the trolley into Messiah's gut. He stumbles back, then
Knife hits Philips with a chair shot, which sends him back into the
barricade. With about a 10 yard distance between them, Knife runs forward
and rams the trolley into Messiah again. The fans cheer loudly!
MR: I think Knife deserves this title tonight.
SC: Yeah - I think so too, but remember, Paul Philips is a very confident
wrestler, and an even better brawler.
Knife tips the trolley over Messiah, pouring all the hardcore items over
Paul Philips. Knife grabs the chair in both hands and begins smacking the
weapons into Messiah who's stopped struggling altogether. Knife drops the
chairs and kicks away the items that are scattered on top of Messiah. Knife
lifts Messiah up and hooks the champion's head under his arm. He signals out
to the crowd and falls down into the barricade, hitting a DDT on Messiah.
Knife stands up once again and picks up a "STOP" sign from the floor. He
lifts the sign above his head!
SC: This is going to hurt!
Knife falls down onto his back! From behind, out of no where, the #1
contender for the Xtreme Title - Hectzilla - smashed another kendo stick
into the back of the legs of Knife's legs. The stop sign falls down on top
of Knife's head, and taking advantage of this, Hectzilla slams the Kendo
stick down into the stop sign and into Knife's head. Hectzilla then steps
over Knife and swings the Kendo stick again, but this time it connects with
the Messiah's head, sandwiching it between the barricade and the kendo
stick.
Hect then brings Messiah up onto his feet and drags him over towards Knife.
He lifts Messiah up onto his shoulder and then slams Paul Philip's over the
head of Knife, and the stop sign, which was covering his head!
Hectzilla jumps over the barricade now and runs through the crowd.
SC: Jesus did you see that? Knife could be out cold, and it would all be
down to Hectzilla!
MR: He was just reminding Philips who exactly is number one contender if
you ask me, after all, Hectzilla would make a great Xtreme Champion.
SC: And if Knife wins tonight, then at least he'll know who's hot on his
heels!
Minutes pass until Messiah gets back up onto all fours_he hasn't the
strength to get to his feet. He crawls over to the ladder and the tables and
attempts vainly to set up a table. He eventually manages to do so and Knife
is still down.
SC: Can you see how that stop sign has been bent over Knife's head? That
must been a huge impact! Let's take a look at the replay.
After the replay, we can see that Messiah is back up onto his feet. He has
also managed to set up the ladder and has began to climb it for some reason.
He reaches the top and notices that Knife has finally managed to get up. He
slides into the ring and has a baseball bat in his hand. As Knife reaches
the ropes closest to where Messiah is, Paul Philips leaps off and goes for a
flying clothesline on the tired Knife. With a final effort though, Knife
swings the bat and it makes contact with Messiah's skull. He stops in mid
air and falls down into the ropes. He then bounces off the ropes down to the
outside, AND THROUGH THE TABLE HE HAD SET UP HIMSELF!
MR: Shit! Did you see that!?
SC: I sure did! That has got to be it!
However, it isn't. Knife climbs the nearest turnbuckle and quickly leaps
off to hit the Knife-ton bomb on an already unconscious Paul Philips. Knife
sacrifices himself, but falls on top of him. The ref slides out and sees
this as a pin attempt! The fans are entirely behind the count.
ONEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEE!
MR: Knife has done it!
SC - Knife is the Xtreme Champion I-...
Before Shawn Cage can even finish, "Faint" by Linkin Park hits the arena once more as Joe Ruud once again runs down the ramp, but this time, he has a pane glass window in his hand. He slides it in and Knife immediately tries to grab at it, but Joe Ruud knees him in the face for his efforts. Knife clutches his face as he begins to reel and Joe Ruud picks up the pane glass window and waits for Knife to regain his composure, once he does, he tosses the window to Knife and Knife makes the mistake of catching it and once he does, Joe Ruud hits a superkick into the pane glass window, into Knife's face.
SC - Holy Moley! NipTuck!!
MR - A picture-perfect NipTuck through the window as the glass shatters into Knife's face! Joe Ruud strikes again!
Knife hits the mat like a ton of bricks as he lay motionless bleeding profusely from the face. Joe Ruud spits on Knife as "Faint" hits the arena once more as he heads back to the backstage area.
SC - Well, shit..
MR - Joe Ruud has taken out yet another "wanted" person from his Hit List in Knife.
SC - And boy did he take out Knife...yeesh!
MR - Well, Joe Ruud said he was gonna get his revenge for costing him the chance to advance in the Lethal Lottery, and well...he did.
SC - Yea, no shit...
MR - Well, it's time for our next match. Suicyde versus Rico Smith.
SC - Correct, Manny. Rico Smith's return match and it ought to be a doozy
WINNER-
Knife
Insert Backstage Seg. here
Match Number 4
Rico Smith
versus
Suicyde
Standard Non-Title Match
The lights begin to flicker, as "Warm Embrace" by Dead To Fall hits the P.A.
Suicyde slowly walks onto the ramp with his face hidden by his hair, stops
for a second, then proceeds down the ramp and into the ring.
"Freetime" by Kenna plays as two red pyro's shoot off. The lights flicker
pink and red as Rico Smith steps out onto stage and walks down to the ring.
He slaps hands with people in the crowd, and then steps up the stairs. He
hops over the top ropes, and extends his arms crucifix style. Rico goes over
to the opposite side of the ring and stands on the second ropes and extends
his arms crucifix again.
MR: It's TV time! Yay!
SC: Yuh huh!
Rico Smith starts off with a bicycle kick to Suicyde's head that takes him
straight down to the floor. Rico crouches, waits and lifts off again as
Suicyde gets back up, and Rico nails an absolutely HUGE scissors kick to the
back of Suicyde's head. He goes for an early pin.
1.
2.
Kick out
SC: That wasn't enough to keep Suicyde down but actually - I'm not that
surprised although that was a frickin HUGE scissors kick!
MR: Yeah, but Suicyde is a tough cookie. Much like Mike Zybala earlier who
took so much punishment! I'm surprised he ever managed to get back up after
that Professional Grade through a concrete slab!
SC: Yeah - what do you think the relationship is between Allisa and Walsh?
Do you think Walsh was coming to the aid of a damsel in distress, or do you
think there was more to it?
MR: I'm not too sure Shawn, but I do know that I would never trust either of
them with anything. They're too devious.
SC: Suicyde is back up now though, so let's get back to covering this match!
Suicyde is indeed back up onto his feet and is striking back with shots to
Rico's jaw. He overpowers Smith by completing the combo of shots with a
yakuza kick, which sends Rico over the top rope. Suicyde immediately turns
round and makes a cross in front of his chest, which makes the fans boo
loudly. However, Suicyde fails to notice that Rico grabbed onto the top rope
somehow and was standing on the apron, preparing to hit Suicyde with
anything.
Suicyde turns around to follow up his yakuza kick, believing that Rico Smith
was in a heap on the outside. But as he turns around, he's hit with a smooth
spinning crescent kick that really sends Suicyde reeling across the ring.
Rico laughs and fans cheer as he charges forward.
MR: Rico Smith is on fire!
The man on the ground (Suicyde) takes the running Rico Smith down with a
drop toe hold that turns into a snake eyes across the middle rope. Suicyde
is quickly back up to his feet and grabs Rico's feet and lifts them up,
meaning that Rico is "hovering" above the mat. Suicyde lifts up his own leg
and kick Rico in the genitals before stepping back and forcing Rico off the
middle rope and down into the mat, where he lands face first. Rico holds his
nose but sweeps Suicyde down to the ground beside him with a kick to the
side of his leg. Rico gets up with the aim of the ropes and waits once again
for Suicyde to get up.
The wait isn't long though and Rico kicks Suicyde in the gut. He grabs
Suicyde's arm, and forces it between his legs, then Rico hooks up Suicyde's
other arm in his own. Rico Smith hoists Suicyde up off the ground, but
somehow manages to free himself of the pump handle hold.
MR: I didn't think you could escape once you were locked into a pump handle.
SC: Neither did I, but I think Rico was looking to hit Excommunication on
Suicyde to finish this match right here, right now.
Suicyde gives Rico Smith a kick to the gut of his own now, and thrusts
Rico's head down to waist level. Suicyde hooks Rico's head under his arm and
spins around once. He kicks off the turnbuckle and it looks like a near
certainty that Suicyde shall win this match should he manage to his
finisher - The Tragic Loss. But as Suicyde comes off the turnbuckle, Rico
pulls back and reverses the DDT into a huge spinebuster straight into the
ground. Suicyde stays down, and Rico goes for another cover.
1!!!
2!!!
NO! KICKOUT!
Rico bangs his fists on the mat, and shoves the referee away. He gets up and
throws Suicyde up to his feet. He throws Suicyde into the nearest turnbuckle
and begins a vicious assault. He hits a few low roundhouse kicks, a jab to
the cheekbone and then steps back and hits Suicyde with a superkick. Rico
then runs to the other side of the ring. Turns, catches his breath runs
towards Suicyde again. Yet, as he lifts himself up to hit Suicyde with
another huge bicycle kick, Suicyde dodges out of the way and Rico ends up
getting caught up in the ropes. Once the momentum has left Rico, he falls
down to the mat and gets right up as to not let himself become the victim to
a potential Suicyde assault. Suicyde punches him down though, and grabs him by the hair. He then delivers a snap suplex, and heads to the turnbuckle. He taunts for the crowd, and leaps down for a splash. Rico is able to move out of the way though, and Suicyde hits the mat hard. Rico gets up, and awaits for Suicyde to get back up as well. He does, and Rico kicks him in the gut, and plants him with the RIC-O-BOMB! Rico goes for the pin.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!!!!!!
The crowd cheers, and "Freetime" by Kenna plays once again. Rico celebrates by taunting the crowd, and then exits the ring and leaves.
MR: A good match, but Rico was able to get the win this time.
SC: A nice try by Suicyde though. But enough about those two_it's MAIN EVENT TIME!
MR: And it's coming up NEXT!
WINNER-
Rico Smith
COMMERCIAL
Sunday Wargames Main Event
Connor McDaddy
versus
Joe Ruud
#1 for TV Title Match
We join the ringside crew back from the commercials with Connor MacDaddy
already standing in the ring. "Faint" by Linkin Park starts to play, and the
lights suddenly shut off. The letters 'JR' flashes up on the Titantron and a
solitary spotlight shines on the ramp way. It stays shining as Faint heads
away from the intro and into the actual song. Ruud emerges, far from the
spotlight at the ramp though, he emerges at the back of MacDaddy, who's
still watching the ramp in mild confusion as to his opponents where about.
Suddenly he's caught off-guard and smashed headfirst into the canvas with a
heavy bulldog.
MR: "Now that's treachery at it's very best!"
SC: "No doubt about it. Ruud isn't taking the polite road here_ see
what I did there_ Ruud, Polite_ get it?"
MR: "Get what?"
Shawn lets out an audible sigh as Ruud stands in-front of MacDaddy demanding
he gets himself in gear, waving his arms up and down frantically, demanding
that MacDaddy stands up and fights like a man.
SC: "Uh, Ruud, I dunno if taunting the ex-Intercontinental Champion is the
greatest idea you ever had_"
MacDaddy gets to his feet, and watches as Ruud stands, still taunting him to
take a swing at him. MacDaddy walks decisively towards Joe, and hauls back
his right fist. Mistake number one; that's a closed fist and the referee -
Leon Tyson - knows it, Tyson rushes to haul the fist back, leaving Ruud out
of sight. Mistake number two; Never do what the bad guy says. Ruud's right
foot lands expertly in the nether regions of MacDaddy as Tyson flounders
behind him halting the fist.
MR: "Holy cow, They've got floating somewhere in his stomach right now!"
SC: "Ah, the obligatory main event low-blow_ how sweet the sound of the
reaction_ brings me back Randy, it really does."
MacDaddy turns around, eyes bulging out of his sockets, falling to his knees
before Tyson - who has MacDaddy's right hand in his own left hand. Ruud
doesn't need presented with an opportunity twice and starts to hammer into
the skull of MacDaddy with hard lefts and rights - taking every bit of
advantage he can from the elevation he's being allowed. Ruud takes a front
face-lock on MacDaddy, and starts wrenching at his head before running
towards the ropes and leaping over them - bulldogging MacDaddy neck-first
onto the ropes, and consequently letting himself fall like a flounder to the
concrete below - which probably hurt him more.
MR: "That was like, the dumbest move ever."
SC: "Ruud certainly has ruined his early advantage there, in-fact it seems
he landed neck and back first on the ground out here. This, folks, in-case
you weren't aware, is the part of the match that involves lots of rolling
around, and the ten count."
MR: "Faithful old ten count - never once let me down, you know that Shawn?"
SC: "Tyson's at 4 with his ring out count here; and_ there it is, some
expert rolling around done there by MacDaddy. His hands on the bottom rope
there, ready to stand himself up."
MR: "Oh, I love this bit - when Tyson reaches 8 - the other guy always
breaks the count_ what the fuck's that about, eh?"
True to her word, Connor seeks victory by domination rather than
disqualification. He heads out to Ruud, and lifts him onto his shoulders on
the outside, before ramming him face-first into the ring-post.
SC: "Yup, the opponents never lets you lose the easy way_ and almost always
loses because of it."
Joe is holding his face on the floor again, and MacDaddy jumps onto the
barrier at ringside, before hurling himself off in a fairly average looking
elbow drop.
SC: "It's not nice when Brawlers go up-stairs_ almost always an axe-handle
smash or an elbow drop, isn't it Manuela?"
MR: "Faithful elbow-drop_ used to love that."
Joe Ruud still isn't up, and Tyson's at 8 again. Connor breaks the count and
rolls back out again to deal with his opponent. Conner picks him up again,
and tries to whip him shoulder first into the ring steps; but yeah, you can
probably guess that Ruud's reversed it. Crash go the ring steps, Ooh! Go the
crowd and 'Shamone Mothafucka!' goes Michael Jackson sitting in the ninth
row.
MR: "Shawn, it's Michael Jackson!"
SC: "Screw me side-ways and call me Bertha, he's throwing his child at
people!"
Connor stands himself up, and leans against the ring post while Joe finds
the time to collect his stamina and ready himself for another attack. Connor
is still leaning against the ring post, but the camera angle catches a sly
smile on his face, and the sound picks up some obviously faked troubled
breathing. Ruud readies his shoulder and charges at MacDaddy, who promptly
leaps out of the road, making sure his legs are still around to trip up
Ruud, and send him face first falling to the ring post and floor.
MR: "Referee Leon Tyson has given up the count folks - no point double
dq-ing the match."
SC: "Unless we wanted a three way_"
MR: "Well Shawn, I'll thank you to stay out of my personal affairs_"
SC: "You're a weird gal_
Connor picks up Ruud, and rolls him into the ring. He hauls him up, but Ruud
lets himself fall deliberately. Connor looks at the fans, and they cheer at
the floundering heel on his knees. MacDaddy tries again to pick him up, and
Ruud falls, again. This time the crowd is literally desperate for MacDaddy
to just throw the guy around a bit. MacDaddy tries once again, and WHAM!
Sucker punch - but not to the face.
SC: Shit, twice in one match? He'd better have a strong cup on.
MR: I reckon it's been smashed along with the balls!
Ruud stands up - to a regale of boos from the crowd, and starts to set up
Ruud Awakening.
MR: This might be it Shawn!
Rudd looks to hit it, but Connor is able to elbow Rudd in the head a couple times before he is dropped. Connor then spins Rudd around, kicks him in the gut, and hits him with Big Mac! He collapses onto Rudd as the referee counts.
Tyson: 1_2_3! Ring the bell!
The bell sounds, and "Get You By The Balls" by AC/DC starts playing again. Connor celebrates in the ring for a bit as the crowd cheers him.
MR: And Connor got the win from out of nowhere! He could become the next TV champ!
SC: That's what I love about him. Just when you think you have him beat, he pulls one over on you. It's awesome.
MR: You love him? EW! You freak!
SC: Shut up!
MR: Forget it_I won't go into your love life_anyway, that's it for Wargames. I'm Manuela!
SC: And I'm annoyed_
MR: Good night all!
As Connor leaves the ring, the scene fades to black.
WINNER-
Connor McDaddy
MR: Folks tune in for our Lehtal Lottery on ppv later tonight, its a cant miss for sure.
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