*A fade in shows a screen of Eddie Guerrero, holding up the WWE Title and one of his boots, with the words "Cheating Death, Stealing Life, Rest In Peace Eddie" at the bottom of the screen."
Latiiino Heeaat!
*"Latino Heat" blares out over the speakers as the TKOW and SCW locker room files out of the backstage. The lineup encircles the ring, each member of the roster touching the rampside apron, which has a picture of Eddie in mid frogsplash. The ring ropes are black, and the other three aprons have the dates "1967-2005" on them. The MegaStars are all wearing the black "EG" armbands and many are wearing miscellaneous Eddie Guerrero shirts from the various stages of his career.
The TKOW announce team is dressed in black, also sporting armbands. Where the international table usually is sits a large framed still, the Wrestlemania shot that opened the show, which is surrounded by flowers.
Tobias Burden and Dave Havoc unfasten their belts as Soulfly approaches. None of the men jump, none raise a hand. Instead they all lay their title belts around the memorial and return to their places around the ring.*
Richard Head: The TKOW board asks that everyone join in a moment of silence, as we hold a ten bell salute to the departed Eddie Guerrero.
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*"We Lie, We Cheat, We Steal" comes on as the MegaStars file away from the ringside area.*
Tito: Good evening everyone and welcome to this edition of High Voltage. As you can see, the night has started out solomnly as we mourn the passing of Eddie Guerrero. Eddie was well known and liked throughout the wrestling community, and although he never set foot in a TKOW ring-
Playboy: I think he spit on Clench once.
Tito: That doesn't count. Even though he never set foot in a TKOW ring, we here at TKOW send our wishes and prayers to the Guerrero family.
Playboy: And even though everything about this is bad, at least it got Chavo away from that stupid golfer gimmick.
Vega: That really WAS awful wasn't it.
Playboy: Intensely awful.
Tito: We're going to kick things off tonight with the number one contender, "Wildcat" Lynn Brewster, taking on current sort of former FIRM member Hardcore Al.
Playboy: Hardcore Al quit TKOW and SCW a few weeks ago, but then he un-quit. Then Wildcat quit, and went back to the future.
Vega: I quit but they won't take a hint.
Playboy: I can't take a hint either, like all those hints about not groping you.
"Cat Scratch Fever" hits the speakers and Wildcat comes out when drums start. She stands there, and when lyrics start she stalks her way down to the ring.
Playboy: You know this ungrateful bi*beep* tendered her resignation?
Vega: The poor crybaby can't take the heat. I heard she's running to FTW.
Tito: Nothing wrong with expanding your opponents, trying new things.
Playboy: Please. Have you SEEN FTW lately? I've seen UCW shows more competitive than that.
Vega: Low blow Bill. Very not cool.
She gets on the apron edge, looking around at the crowd, then gets in the ring and removes her jacket.
He comes out from the back when the words Out of my way hits the speakers. He stop walking on the top of the ramp where he rubs his Custom title with his left hand and points to the right with his right hand also looking to the right into the crowd. While this happens there's fire that spits out behind him like a sprinkler would do from left to right then from right to left. He then makes his way down to the ring giving high five to the crowd.
Tito: Don't forget, Al quit too.
Playboy: And Al came back.
Vega: And all was right with the FIRM.
Once in the ring Al turns in circles pointing to the crowd Macho Man style.
The referee walks over to the end of the ring and motions for the bell. Once the bell rings, he motions for both Lynn and Al to begin
Tito: The bell has sounded and this match is now underway.
Both Al and Lynn walk toward the center of the ring until they are 'nose to nose' so to speak. Al begins trash talking Lynn and Lynn responds with the trash talking.
Vega: I hope Al breaks her in half.
Bill: Well, I can tell you right now, my money is on Al to win, maybe after Al beats her, we can celebrate his win over a dinner?
Vega: Don't count on it.
As the trash talking continues a fan is heard shouting "Al sucks!" and Al turns to the direction where the voice came from and the camera zooms in.
Al: "Shut up before I come out there and slap the stupid of your face you fucking hick!"
The fans laugh over the remark and as Al turns back around he is met by a right hand from Lynn then Al retaliates with a right of his own then the two begin brawling back and forth.
Tito: HERE WE GO! Al was distracted moments ago by the fans and got caught by surprise but now the match has really began with both competitors trading.
Bill: It's like two guys absolutely trying to break each other down.
Vega: What're you talking about? It IS two guys trying to break each other down. Didn't you know Lynn was actually a man?
Al starts getting the better of Lynn then shoots her off into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but Lynn ducks, stops, turns and grabs Al by the waist.
Tito: Rear waist lock by Lynn, wait a minute...BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! Beautifully done by the Wildcat.
Lynn hops to her feet quickly and Al scoots back into the corner, with a surprised look on his face. Lynn starts motioning for him to bring it and Al climbs to his feet then the camera with the mic zooms in to hear what Al is saying.
Al: You want me? You got it sweet cheeks!
He charges toward Lynn but Lynn drops him with a drop toe hold and quickly grabs him in a headlock as Al lays face first on the mat.
Lynn: I got him now!
she shouts to the fans as they begin cheering but Lynn gets a suprised look on her face as Al rolls out of the headlock and reverses it into an armbar. Lynn starts screaming in pain but as they both get to their feet, she sweeps Al's legs from under him with her other arm and goes to grab him but Al kicks her off and Lynn falls back onto her back and Al grabs her by her leg then wraps her leg around his for a submission.
Tito: Al now has the upper hand on Lynn and the referee is asking if she wants to give up but Lynn is telling him no.
Vega: Give it up bitch! give it up!
Bill: Yeah, come on give it up! I got money riding on this.
Tito: Money?
Bill: Yeah, I made a bet before the match that Lynn would lose.
Tito: Oh please...
Sensing the submission move isn't working, Al releases the hold and picks Lynn up by her hair, he places her head under his arm, wraps her arm around his neck then snap suplexes her to the mat then quickly rolls over for a cover.
Ref: 1....
2...
KICKOUT!
Tito: Just one second away from the victory but that was not enough.
Al stands to his feet and looks toward a fan screaming random words to him, Al points to the fan as Lynn starts crawling to her feet, Lynn looks over to Al and notices he's distracted then rushes over to him then rolls him up in a school boy.
Tito: COVER!
1...
2...
THR....KICKOUT, Oh so close, she caught Al by suprise.
They both climb to their feet but as Lynn turns around to follow through with another move, Al catches her with a stiff clothesline which forcefully causes her to flip back onto her stomach.
Tito: GOOD GOD that was sick! that clothesline nearly took her head off.
Vega: Break her in half Al, I have faith in you.
Feeling he has the upper hand, Al begins to slowly walk around the ring and around Lynn with his arms raised above his head and the fans begin booing him. Al simply grins over this and lifts Lynn back to her feet.
Al takes her over to the turnbuckle and tries to ram her head into the turnbuckle pad but Lynn blocks it and sends Al's head into the pad, gaining momentum, she continuously rams his head into the padding as the fans start to count with her.
Fans: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.....
She stops, turns her back to Al, places her arm around the refs neck and directs the refs attention to the fans.
Lynn: Look ref, check that guy out.
As the ref is distracted, she back kicks Al below the belt and the only response the fans have is "ooooooo" and Lynn turns back to Al as Al is now laying on the mat holding his balls.
Bill: That was cheap, someone should tell that referee what happened!
Vega: You can't, the referee is too stupid to understand what is going on anyway, why do you think he fell for that bitch's trick?
Lynn stands over the fallen Al and smiles.
Lynn: Aww, what's wrong did that hurt?
she slaps him accross the face a couple of times then grabs him by his hair and lifts him up to his feet.
Tito: Talk about adding insult to injury.
Lynn tries for a suplex of her own and lifts Al up but Al menuvers out of it and slides over her head then kicks her in the gut and DDT's her.
Tito: Beautiful DDT by Al.
they both lay on the mat as the ref begins the ten count.
Ref: 1....
2...
3...
4...
Al starts sturring, sliding over to the ropes then Lynn begins to move
Tito: This match could go either way at this point.
Vega: COME ON AL!
7....
8...
9....
Al finally gets to his feet first, followed by Lynn then Al charges toward her but Lynn grabs him by both feet and takes him down, then wraps her leg around his, turning him over into a sharp shooter.
Tito: HERE IT IS! Al is screaming in pain.
Vega: Don't tap! don't tap!
Al slowly drags him self to the ropes, screaming to the top of his lungs in pain, he raises one of his hands in the air as if he was about to tap but drags himself even further.
Tito: The ref is asking him if he wants to quit but Al is telling him no.
Bill: That's right, Al is a real trooper!
Finally Al reaches the ropes and the ref forces Lynn to break the sharpshooter and she does. Lynn lifts Al back up then shoots him off into the ropes, she charges toward Al and both collide into each other and fall to the mat. then the ref starts the ten count again.
Ref: 1...
2...
3....
4....
5....
Both Al and Lynn start to stur as the ref continues counting.
6...
7...
8...
Al and Lynn reach their feet at the same time and stumble back into opposite corners, holding their heads.
Tito: This is definetely the kind of match I expected from two top performers like Lynn Brewster and Hardcore Al.
Playboy: Wait until our Main Event, where the champion takes out some frustrations on that punk Jason Taylor. SCW Cup holder my dear Aunt Fanny!
The arena lights drop to a deep red.
Vega: There's no way...
*GONG!* Fog rolls out and a circle of fire lights on the stage.
Playboy: No there isn't! It's not possible!
*GONG!* A deep voice booms out "Time to Rise!" as the tron lights up with fiery lettering spelling out "Rise Like the Phoenix".
Vega: Inconcievable!
*GONG!* The stage and turnbuckles explode with flame pyro as 'Phoenix' by Stratovarious blares out, and fast motion clips play of Phoenix delivering the Phoenix Driver to a bevy of opponents, including D-Matic, Matt Griffen, Soutter, Adam Haven, Johnny Styles, Syberus, Clench, Dustin Hughes, Dan Stein, Dave Rave, Jace Mingla, Soulfly, and Mars.*
Hardcore Al stares up at the stage, not noticing Wildcat has left the ring.
But nothing happens. A smile creeps across Hardcore Al's face, and he even chuckles under his breath.
Tito: What a huge disappointment.
Playboy: Not to me Tit. O. That guy needs to rot for assaulting our beloved Undisputed champion.
The Tron lights up with the words "TKOW Total Recall".
**Tito:Phoenix is rising up through the flames!
Indeed, a figure is kneeling down, head resting on his fist and....wait, why does he have a title slung over his shoulder....?
The figure stands up and the lights go on and the music shuts off abruptly. DAMN IT, IT'S HARDCORE AL!! Soulfly is sitting in the corner, laughing his ass off, laughing so hard it takes him a moment to control himself enough to speak. Rave is furious and the fans are throwing Fly and Hardcore Al so much heat it's not even funny!
Hardcore Al starts sauntering down to the ring, arms outstretched, with a mic in his hand as well. He's pointng at various members of the crowd as he walks.
Hardcore Al: Here a mark, there a mark, everywhere a DUMBASS MARK! HAHAHAHA!**
Hardcore Al laughs out loud, watching the performance on the screen.
Vega: Good times right there. No one does it better.
The crowd reaction shifts as a large man in jeans and a sweatjacket with hoodie jumps the rail. Two members of arena security grab him as he attempts to climb into the ring. He struggles against security to no avail, but Hardcore Al, noticing the skirmish, yells for the guards to let him go.
Vega: Some fan wants to throw down with a MegaStar? How stupid can you be?
Playboy: I heard some fan tried to throw down with Clench once, but Clench had a back spasm.
Tito: The guy's hood is drawn up so tight, I'm shocked he can see into the ring.
Hardcore Al kicks the man in the gut and drops him skullfirst with a massive ddt! Al rolls up, but the man also rolls up and when Al turns to look at the damage, the man is face to face with him!
Vega: Automatic reaction due to adrenaline.
Playboy: He's feeling that shot but doesn't know it yet.
Al backs up a step, slams his foot into the fan's midsection, and ddt's him again, only to see the same results!
Vega: Ridiculous!
Al loses his cool, and starts hammering away on the fan with right hands, all the way to the ropes, then whips him, but the fan reverses, holds on, and catches Al with a HUGE spinebuster! The fan bounces with the spinebuster and jumps back to his feet, standing over the flattened former Custom Chaos champion. He unzips the sweatjacket and pulls it off along with the hoodie, making the crowd explode!
Tito: Phoenix!
Vega: No! Not again!
Playboy: Security! Get security out here!
Phoenix takes ahold of his Rosary and blesses Al as the ref calls for the bell, touching the wooden cross to his masked forehead, then drops it into his Section 8 sleeveless shirt and slides out of the ring, jumping the wall and running through the crowd as Security gives chase.
Vega: This is getting ridiculous.
Tito: Like when THC demolished poor Jace Mingla backstage?
Vega: Couldn't be helped.
Playboy: Mingla provoked them you know.
Vega: He had it coming.
Tito: Sure he did.
Richard Head: Your winner as a result of a disqualification, Hardcore Al!
Next up is... James Dawson facing Merrill Waters?
Playboy: This isn't Aggressive Behavior!
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Posted 29 April 2006 - 09:48 PM
Tito: And now we have a special challenge match for you. As you know, Merrill Waters invaded AB last month and attacked his brother James Dawson. The thing is, Merrill Waters isn't even a part of SCW, so why he would attack any SCW superstar...
Playboy: Let alone the uber-jobber JD...
Tito: (Let me finish, would you?) ...is beyond me. But now, he has come back to finish the job, only now it seems that Fall Spring is caught in the middle.
Playboy: Invader or not, I hope the Shadowbird beats the hell out of the Anti-exciting Warrior.
Tito: Give him a break, would you? Just because he's won only one match in his entire career...
As "Lights Out" begins, Merrill slowly steps through a cloud of smoke, then, when the first fast beat goes off, so does pyro behind him. Merrill shadowboxes a bit, then starts moving down the ramp area as the verse begins, moving from side to side to interact with the fans.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring, currently residing in Lafayette, Lousiana, weighing in at 160 lbs., Merrill "Shadowbird" Waters!
Last one turns the lights out and
Makes sure every curtains drawn
Nails the shutters shut, he's sure
We are not of this world for long
Merrill stops in the middle of the ramp at the second part of the first verse begins, then grabs the cloak part of his dueling outfit and pulls it off at the words "wait, wait, wait" and tosses it behind him.
Who do you think you are
Did you figure the date
What do you hope to do
While you sit around and wait, wait, wait
Merrill starts walking down the ramp again, interacting with the fans again as he goes. He stops at the end of the ramp on the second part of the second verse, then looks around the arena, smirks a bit, and points to either side of the ramp across his chest (right hand to left, left hand to right).
ast one turns the lights out and
disconnects the answer-phone
stuffs all sense of mission, says
"I just can't turn the tide alone"
who do you think you are?
did you figure out the time?
what do you hope to do
while you hide out and whine, whine, whine...
On the first beat of the chorus, he brings both hands out straight, and pyro on the two sides goes off at the same time. Merrill makes a little spin, whipping his right fist in front of him beside his left jaw. He smirks again, then stands angled with his right leg toward the ring and slowly brings the right hand to his side. He heads to his side of the ring, then waits patiently with crossed arms, staring at the entrance way, waiting for the match to begin.
DON'T GO SHUTTIN' DOWN
'TIL THE TRUMPET SOUNDS
AND THE BATTLE IS WON
DON'T GO PUNCHIN' OUT
'TIL THE FINAL SHOUT
AND THE FATHER SAYS, "WELL DONE"...
Tito: For an invader, the fans are taking to Merrill well.
Playboy: That's probably because he's not James Dawson.
"Outshined" by Soundgarden begins, and a cloud of fog starts to billow in front of the entrance.
Announcer: And next, hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and also weighing in at 160 lbs., he is the Analytical Warrior, James "JD" Dawson!
Katana unsheathed, JD appears to slice through a cloud of fog, then salutes the ring. He sheathes the sword, then slowly saunters down to the ring. He climbs up the steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes, then pauses and draws his katana and points it at his opponent or the entrance area, depending. He then salutes again, then sheathes the katana and hands it to a crewmember nearby.
Tito: Considering his brother's success elsewhere and his lack of success, JD's best chance at winning will be if Shadowbird is still suffering from jet lag.
Playboy: Or sexual exhaustion.
JD points at Merrill and indicates that he's going to make him tap out. Merrill doesn't move except to give the audience an "I can't believe this guy" glance. The bell rings, and finally Merrill drops his crossed arms and steps forward.
Tito: This match will be downright unpredictable. They have the same style, the same moves, are the same size. The only things different are their levels of success and their respective temperaments.
Playboy: Unpredictable? Heh! I predict JD's gonna get his ass kicked...again.
JD dashes over, aiming to start this off with a series of right hands. Merrill cleverly sidesteps to avoid the foolish rush, and delivers a stiff kick to JD's back after he bounds off the ring ropes. JD doesn't go down, but he does turn around and yells, "What the hell was that?" Merrill nonchalantly shrugs, then motions for JD to bring it on. JD does, once again trying to slug the hell out of Merrill, but Merrill sidesteps again, this time grabbing his brother's wrist and changing his momentum into an impromptu Irish whip into the near turnbuckle.
Tito: JD's just getting madder, and Merrill's toying with him!
Playboy: See? Told ya.
As JD stumbles back from the turnbuckle, Merrill grabs him to go for a inverted DDT, but JD flips out of it and dropsault kicks his brother in the head. The crowd boos at his obvious cheap shot, but JD just runs over to pound his now-floored adversary.
Playboy: Does JD even have a strategy?
Merrill gives JD a good shove, pushing him off, but JD comes right back hoping to continue the pounding. Not so, as Merrill catches him with a standing enzuigiri in transit.
Tito: Apparently not.
Merrill goes for a quick pin, hoping to end it quickly.
1...
2...NO!
Merrill seems to shrug, then heads up to the top rope.
Tito: A finisher attempt already? Merrill seems anxious to defeat his brother and get out of here.
Playboy: If I were fighting someone who was pissed off at me, had a sword, and knew how to use it, I'd be anxious to get out of here after the match, too.
Merrill goes for his delayed Corkscrew Moonsault, the Dark Side of the Moonsault, but hits nothing but ring as JD rolls out of the way just in time. JD goes for a quick pin of his own...]
1...WHAT!?
Tito: An emphatic, rapid kickout from Merrill Waters! He is not going to let his brother beat him by any means!
JD pulls his brother out, but Merrill breaks his hold and goes to deliver a sharp toe kick. JD catches it, and goes to drop it, but the leg comes around into first a Dragon Wheel kick, then a Dragon Tail sweep, bringing JD down hard! Merrill quickly goes for a Sharpshooter, then bridges it over into the Epilogue!
Tito: JD needs to get to the ropes! With the added leverage of that chin lock, Merrill's causing a lot of pain to his back and legs!
Playboy: Why bother? JD's just going to tap out.
Slowly but surely, JD army crawls his way over to the ropes and grabs the bottom one! Merrill breaks the hold after a four count, and JD rolls out of the ring and onto the arena floor to catch a breather.
Tito: Wait a second, what's this? What's Fall Spring doing here?
Playboy: Who cares? Can I get her phone number?
Fall Spring enters the ring and starts talking to Merrill, pleading him to stop hurting JD. Merrill tries to explain to her that he's trying to end this as quickly as possible, with no one getting hurt, while the referee is trying to get Fall out of the ring. The ref eventually succeeds and is trying to get Fall out of the arena altogether, but she keeps yelling at Merrill not to hurt JD any further. Merrill's attention is on her, still trying to assure her he won't, as JD reenters the ring...with a steel chair!
Tito: Oh, no! JD's got a chair, and neither Merrill nor the ref are looking!
Merrill turns at just the wrong time and gets a face full of cold, hard steel! JD adds insult to injury by throwing the chair away, giving his brother a low-blow, then rolling him up with a handful of tights! The ref turns and counts...
1...
2...
3...PINFALL!
Tito: What the hell!? JD just stole that match with not one, not two, but THREE dirty tricks!
The fans rain down boos upon a gloating JD as his hand is raised in victory, but Fall grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring and starts chewing her boyfriend out!
Fall: You son of a bitch! I thought you were above having to use dirty tricks to win, and here you triple cheap-shot your own brother! You are not the man I fell in love with! I never want to see you again! *slaps JD hard*
JD, with a evil smirk of his face, takes the microphone from Fall.
JD: If that's the way you really feel, Fall...then allow me to give you a special goodbye present!
JD toe kicks Fall, then bounds off the rope and gives her a devastating Reason's End! He then goes up to the top rope and starts to gloat again...
Playboy: I hate seeing a girl being treated so roughly...unless she likes it that way.
Tito: Please tell me he's not going to do what I think he is!
JD goes airborne, delivering his Evolution Moonsault to Fall!
JD: It's all over now! My brother, my former girlfriend...they are both done for!
JD turns around...and comes face to face to a bleeding, battered, but certainly not unconscious Shadowbird! Merrill grabs the mic away from JD and brings it up to his face.
Merrill: Oh, dear brother...next time, before you starting gloating how you've finished things between us, maybe you should check to see if I am really done for.
At this, the crowd pops loudly.
Merrill: As you can see, I'm still standing...which means this is far from over, brother. And now, it's my turn to make the challenge. I faced you on your turf...now it's time for you to face me on mine. I'll let you know when and where...but when we meet again, it will be where I do my best work.
Tito: Is he referring to where he wrestles?
Merrill: You've said this place that I'm think of is like a glorified blackjack tournament. You denounced it and its superstars. Well, whether you like it or not, if you want to face me again, you're going to have to come to XDF!
Playboy: Where?
Tito: I was going to ask the same question...
Merrill throws down the mic, then starts to wail on his brother again! Security comes out, partially to separate the two combatants and partially to pull Fall Spring out of harm's way. Eventually, the two are separated and taken backstage by different ways.
Tito: I think it's fair to say that James Dawson has officially lost it, and the target of his rage, the man whom he beat by underhanded means, Merrill "Shadowbird" Dawson.
Bill: But up next, open up your history books because this is a rivalry that spans millenniums in the TKOW timeline.
Vega: The leader of DNA goes up against a Ghalleon that has re-emerged as TKOW?s bane.
"Lucia vs Zophar" from Noriyuki Iwadare starts to play as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke comes up from three small spots on the left side of the entrance and three on the right side of the entrance. The lights starts to get a dark purple tone of color as Ghalleon and Sammie then starts to make their way out through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon then stops infront of the entrance and lowers his head. He then extends his arms out a little bit above his shoulder line. He then lifts his head back up and raises his arms up. Fireworks starts to go off down to the entrance ramp as he start to walk to the ring with Sammie.
On the MegaTron, scenes from some of Ghalleon's past matches are shown. Some of the including are the mixed tag match at TKOW Forever, fighting 'Wildcat' Lynn Brewster in UCW, the Karnij match at Halloween Hijinks, the Super Kick Challenge at Megabowl 3, the King of the Jungle 2004 match and various others. On the Khaos Tron, vairous moves that Ghalleon does are shown done to his opponets.
When Ghalleon and Sammie gets to the ring, dry ice steam comes out from under the ring as Ghalleon and Sammie stands in the middle of the ring. Ghalleon then goes over to one of the corners and raises up his arms and then gets off of the corner turnbuckles and waits for his opponet as Sammie leaves to go to ringside. The lights then starts to come back on.
Tito: Of course in the recent past Ghalleon has had quite a rivalry with DNA?s other force, The Forsaken Salazar Tyrenus which ended in Salazar getting superkicked off as Steel Cage.
Bill: Titto?our buyrates aren?t THAT bad?people wont forget things like that okay? Kapiche?
Barricades in Time" by Adema begins to play throughout the arena. The lights go down during the intro music. When the singing begins, pyros blast off at the entrance causing the curtains to light on fire(controlled of course). The lights come back dimly in a white haze and Dustin Hughes walks out of the entrance and stands beside the wall of fire and bows his head in a religious way and then walks down the ramp and onto the apron before staring down Ghalleon in the middle of the ring.
Ghalleon stares right back as both men exchange ominous words with each other, Dustin with a nasty taste in his mouth.
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Tito: Here we go?
Immediately both men lock up in the middle of the ring but Dustin gets the early advantage and wriggles Ghalleon into a headlock. Ghalleon throws Dustin into the ropes and Dustin ducks a clothesline attempt and its Ghalleon with a Hangman?s neckbreaker! Ghalleon is down as Dustin hits a quick elbow drop before mounting the upper left turnbuckle.
Vega: A rare sight as Dustin Hughes looks to finish the match fast!
Dustin leaps off and misses a 180 Leg Drop landing on his ass hard! Dustin gets up quickly but Ghalleon reverses Dustin?s impending run into a bridge suplex pin?
One?
two?
thr? NO!
Dustin just about kicks out as both men launch to their feet and start slugging it out in the middle of the ring. Dustin whips Ghalleon into the ropes and misses a spinning wheel kick as Ghalleon turns Dustin around afterwards and kicks him in the gut before nailing the Rebound!!!
Bill: Come on Hughes!!!
Tito: Ghalleon with these quick replies that must be wearing on Dustin?s body.
The crowd erupts as Ghalleon stomps on Dustin who seems to have trouble getting up. Ghalleon moves over to the lower right turnbuckle waiting for Dustin to get up?slowly ever so slowly?RAGNAROK!!!! RAGNAROK TO DUSTIN HUGHES?
Bill: NOOOO!!!
Vega: Ragnarok! Ragnarok! He?s got to have it! Go for the pin!!!
Suddenly a massive roar from the crowd comes out of complete chaotic disbelief as none other than?.SALAZAR TYRENUS runs down towards the ring with a chair in hand. Ghalleon has no clue as he walks towards Dustin who?s actually getting back up from the Ragnarok!!! Salazar roars out in glee with the chair as he sizes up Ghalleon while the ref is tending to Dustin Hughes?
Bill: YES! YES! YES!
THWACK!!! Ghalleon ducked?.and Dustin Hughes is out cold on the canvas!!!
Titto Salazar just nailed his own leader!!
Salazar is absolutely shell shocked as he looks over at Ghalleon who is equally amused?yet gives Salazar a fiery talking with venom in his mouth. Salazar just looks at Ghalleon?expressionless?and the referee is screaming his head off demanding an answer?
Bill: What the hell is this? Where?s the brawl! CHAIR SHOT HIS ASS SALAZAR!!!
Ghalleon raises a fist and Salazar?smiles? The Forsaken One backs off and moves out of the ring!!!
Tito: Oh my god this is surreal!
Vega: Salazar just walked out without hitting Ghalleon?
Ghalleon looks at Dustin Hughes and goes over to Hughes and drags his carcass up and lifts him into a power bomb position?.OVERDRIVE ON THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tito: Oh god!
Salazar is expressionless, almost back up the ramp towards the stage door as Ghalleon gives him a final look and picks up Dustin Hughes again?
Vega: No no not even Dustin Hughes deserves this?please no Ghalleon!!
Ghalleon picks up a bleeding Dustin Hughes?and whispers in his ear.
Ghalleon: Its over Dustin?sleep tight.
Ghalleon then locks Dustin in mercilessly and lifts him up for another OVERDRIVE on the chair. Dustin?s body bounces, almost limp as Ghalleon finally hooks in the leg.
One?
Two?
THREE!!!
Tito: Thank god?
Richard Head: And your winner via pinfall, Ghalleon!
Ghalleon gets up slowly and the crowd is absolutely silent as he just stares down at Dustin Hughes? body and spares a glance towards the ramp?where Salazar is nowhere to be seen.
Bill: Even I?m lost for words as to what just happened here.
Tito: Call in the damn paramedics! Dustin Hughes isn?t moving!!!
Vega: (Gulp)
Ghalleon looks at Dustin?s body one last time?all alone on the canvas. He then leaves the ring going back up the rank, in a grim expression as paramedics rush to tend to Hughes.
Aello performs a few stretches backstage near a monitor. She keeps an eye on it, waiting to watch the tag match which is up next. She moves into a hamstring stretch slowly using a folding chair.
James Orich walks toward the stage, his match next. On his way, he glances through the locker rooms seeing if people are around. There are a few, but no one special. While looking around he notices Aello. This is the first time he has ever seen her, so he drops into an empty room to gather himself.
Aello glances around watching the backstage activities as she stretches her other hamstring.
James closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then heads into the hallway towards Aello. His lips move slightly, deciding what to say.
Aello straightens, bringing her arms over her head, locking her hands together and stretching/arching her back.
When James gets within normal distance to her, he runs his hand through his hair, forgetting it is short. After a few seconds he speaks.
Orich: "Uh... Hey. Do... ya know what time it is?"
Aello glances over, realizing he's speaking to her. She finishes her stretch, dropping her arms to her sides, and turns to him.
Aello: *low soft voice* You're Orich, right? Then it's just about time for your match against S&M.
James smiles to her, and holds out his hand.
Orich: "Yep. James Orich."
She takes his hand and shakes it.
Aello: Nice to meet you. I'm Aello. I'll be watching your match tonight.
She looks him over and withdraws her gloved hand.
James smiles again and takes his and to his pocket. He finds something close to lean on.
Orich: "A particular interest in the match?"
She cants her head to the side slightly, her hair falling forward a bit over her mask and dropping over her shoulder, and crosses her arms while shifting her weight onto one leg.
Aello: I'm interested in the tagging, being still new to it and all.
He watches her hair, then back up at her mask.
Orich: "Ooh. Me too, actually. This is my first tag match. What about you? You ever tagged before?"
Aello: Yes, actually, I've tagged a few times. I'm on a tag team. Perhaps you've heard of them? The Birds of Prey?
Orich: "Oh, yeah. Of course! Legendary, really. I can't believe I didn't recognize you."
Aello glances at him, her expression one of disbelief.
Aello: *sardonically* Legendary, eh?
Orich: "Yeah, legendary. Everyone knows who you guys are."
Aello: Maybe Matt and Lady Hawke, but not myself. I?m new to the team. I plan to watch your match to see if I can learn anything from it.
Orich: "Hell. I don't know thing one about tagging. I mean, really. All I know is that I know at some point in time, I will be cornered."
He smiles.
Aello studies Orich, her lips pursing.
Aello: Well, here?s a tip. Teamwork. That?s what Matt and LH always say. If you don?t work together, you WILL lose.
Orich: "Have you heard my partner? If he gets in the ring, he'll just stay there. I wouldn't be surprised if he sat down and started pouting if things weren't going his way."
Orich shifts his weight back onto both feet.
Orich: "Guess I should probably trust him more, too, eh?"
Aello snorts and drops her arms.
Aello: To tell you the truth, he bores me. Jefferson thinks too much of himself from what I?ve seen. I do think you have a chance though. I mean, look, S keeps M restrained all the time, at least according to their *cough* spokesperson, so they?re really not teaming either.
Orich: "That?s some pretty good information. Well. I should be going. Match is starting in a minute or two."
She nods.
Aello: I?ll be watching.
James nods back then walks past her. Just as he's almost out of sight, he stops, runs his hand through his short hair, and then turns around.
Orich: "Hey. Wanna go out after the show? We can get some poultry or something."
Aello: *indignantly* Poultry?!
She takes on the appropriate expression.
Aello: *coldly* No thank you. I AM a harpy after all.
*Commercial*
Playboy: Let alone the uber-jobber JD...
Tito: (Let me finish, would you?) ...is beyond me. But now, he has come back to finish the job, only now it seems that Fall Spring is caught in the middle.
Playboy: Invader or not, I hope the Shadowbird beats the hell out of the Anti-exciting Warrior.
Tito: Give him a break, would you? Just because he's won only one match in his entire career...
As "Lights Out" begins, Merrill slowly steps through a cloud of smoke, then, when the first fast beat goes off, so does pyro behind him. Merrill shadowboxes a bit, then starts moving down the ramp area as the verse begins, moving from side to side to interact with the fans.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring, currently residing in Lafayette, Lousiana, weighing in at 160 lbs., Merrill "Shadowbird" Waters!
Last one turns the lights out and
Makes sure every curtains drawn
Nails the shutters shut, he's sure
We are not of this world for long
Merrill stops in the middle of the ramp at the second part of the first verse begins, then grabs the cloak part of his dueling outfit and pulls it off at the words "wait, wait, wait" and tosses it behind him.
Who do you think you are
Did you figure the date
What do you hope to do
While you sit around and wait, wait, wait
Merrill starts walking down the ramp again, interacting with the fans again as he goes. He stops at the end of the ramp on the second part of the second verse, then looks around the arena, smirks a bit, and points to either side of the ramp across his chest (right hand to left, left hand to right).
ast one turns the lights out and
disconnects the answer-phone
stuffs all sense of mission, says
"I just can't turn the tide alone"
who do you think you are?
did you figure out the time?
what do you hope to do
while you hide out and whine, whine, whine...
On the first beat of the chorus, he brings both hands out straight, and pyro on the two sides goes off at the same time. Merrill makes a little spin, whipping his right fist in front of him beside his left jaw. He smirks again, then stands angled with his right leg toward the ring and slowly brings the right hand to his side. He heads to his side of the ring, then waits patiently with crossed arms, staring at the entrance way, waiting for the match to begin.
DON'T GO SHUTTIN' DOWN
'TIL THE TRUMPET SOUNDS
AND THE BATTLE IS WON
DON'T GO PUNCHIN' OUT
'TIL THE FINAL SHOUT
AND THE FATHER SAYS, "WELL DONE"...
Tito: For an invader, the fans are taking to Merrill well.
Playboy: That's probably because he's not James Dawson.
"Outshined" by Soundgarden begins, and a cloud of fog starts to billow in front of the entrance.
Announcer: And next, hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and also weighing in at 160 lbs., he is the Analytical Warrior, James "JD" Dawson!
Katana unsheathed, JD appears to slice through a cloud of fog, then salutes the ring. He sheathes the sword, then slowly saunters down to the ring. He climbs up the steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes, then pauses and draws his katana and points it at his opponent or the entrance area, depending. He then salutes again, then sheathes the katana and hands it to a crewmember nearby.
Tito: Considering his brother's success elsewhere and his lack of success, JD's best chance at winning will be if Shadowbird is still suffering from jet lag.
Playboy: Or sexual exhaustion.
JD points at Merrill and indicates that he's going to make him tap out. Merrill doesn't move except to give the audience an "I can't believe this guy" glance. The bell rings, and finally Merrill drops his crossed arms and steps forward.
Tito: This match will be downright unpredictable. They have the same style, the same moves, are the same size. The only things different are their levels of success and their respective temperaments.
Playboy: Unpredictable? Heh! I predict JD's gonna get his ass kicked...again.
JD dashes over, aiming to start this off with a series of right hands. Merrill cleverly sidesteps to avoid the foolish rush, and delivers a stiff kick to JD's back after he bounds off the ring ropes. JD doesn't go down, but he does turn around and yells, "What the hell was that?" Merrill nonchalantly shrugs, then motions for JD to bring it on. JD does, once again trying to slug the hell out of Merrill, but Merrill sidesteps again, this time grabbing his brother's wrist and changing his momentum into an impromptu Irish whip into the near turnbuckle.
Tito: JD's just getting madder, and Merrill's toying with him!
Playboy: See? Told ya.
As JD stumbles back from the turnbuckle, Merrill grabs him to go for a inverted DDT, but JD flips out of it and dropsault kicks his brother in the head. The crowd boos at his obvious cheap shot, but JD just runs over to pound his now-floored adversary.
Playboy: Does JD even have a strategy?
Merrill gives JD a good shove, pushing him off, but JD comes right back hoping to continue the pounding. Not so, as Merrill catches him with a standing enzuigiri in transit.
Tito: Apparently not.
Merrill goes for a quick pin, hoping to end it quickly.
1...
2...NO!
Merrill seems to shrug, then heads up to the top rope.
Tito: A finisher attempt already? Merrill seems anxious to defeat his brother and get out of here.
Playboy: If I were fighting someone who was pissed off at me, had a sword, and knew how to use it, I'd be anxious to get out of here after the match, too.
Merrill goes for his delayed Corkscrew Moonsault, the Dark Side of the Moonsault, but hits nothing but ring as JD rolls out of the way just in time. JD goes for a quick pin of his own...]
1...WHAT!?
Tito: An emphatic, rapid kickout from Merrill Waters! He is not going to let his brother beat him by any means!
JD pulls his brother out, but Merrill breaks his hold and goes to deliver a sharp toe kick. JD catches it, and goes to drop it, but the leg comes around into first a Dragon Wheel kick, then a Dragon Tail sweep, bringing JD down hard! Merrill quickly goes for a Sharpshooter, then bridges it over into the Epilogue!
Tito: JD needs to get to the ropes! With the added leverage of that chin lock, Merrill's causing a lot of pain to his back and legs!
Playboy: Why bother? JD's just going to tap out.
Slowly but surely, JD army crawls his way over to the ropes and grabs the bottom one! Merrill breaks the hold after a four count, and JD rolls out of the ring and onto the arena floor to catch a breather.
Tito: Wait a second, what's this? What's Fall Spring doing here?
Playboy: Who cares? Can I get her phone number?
Fall Spring enters the ring and starts talking to Merrill, pleading him to stop hurting JD. Merrill tries to explain to her that he's trying to end this as quickly as possible, with no one getting hurt, while the referee is trying to get Fall out of the ring. The ref eventually succeeds and is trying to get Fall out of the arena altogether, but she keeps yelling at Merrill not to hurt JD any further. Merrill's attention is on her, still trying to assure her he won't, as JD reenters the ring...with a steel chair!
Tito: Oh, no! JD's got a chair, and neither Merrill nor the ref are looking!
Merrill turns at just the wrong time and gets a face full of cold, hard steel! JD adds insult to injury by throwing the chair away, giving his brother a low-blow, then rolling him up with a handful of tights! The ref turns and counts...
1...
2...
3...PINFALL!
Tito: What the hell!? JD just stole that match with not one, not two, but THREE dirty tricks!
The fans rain down boos upon a gloating JD as his hand is raised in victory, but Fall grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring and starts chewing her boyfriend out!
Fall: You son of a bitch! I thought you were above having to use dirty tricks to win, and here you triple cheap-shot your own brother! You are not the man I fell in love with! I never want to see you again! *slaps JD hard*
JD, with a evil smirk of his face, takes the microphone from Fall.
JD: If that's the way you really feel, Fall...then allow me to give you a special goodbye present!
JD toe kicks Fall, then bounds off the rope and gives her a devastating Reason's End! He then goes up to the top rope and starts to gloat again...
Playboy: I hate seeing a girl being treated so roughly...unless she likes it that way.
Tito: Please tell me he's not going to do what I think he is!
JD goes airborne, delivering his Evolution Moonsault to Fall!
JD: It's all over now! My brother, my former girlfriend...they are both done for!
JD turns around...and comes face to face to a bleeding, battered, but certainly not unconscious Shadowbird! Merrill grabs the mic away from JD and brings it up to his face.
Merrill: Oh, dear brother...next time, before you starting gloating how you've finished things between us, maybe you should check to see if I am really done for.
At this, the crowd pops loudly.
Merrill: As you can see, I'm still standing...which means this is far from over, brother. And now, it's my turn to make the challenge. I faced you on your turf...now it's time for you to face me on mine. I'll let you know when and where...but when we meet again, it will be where I do my best work.
Tito: Is he referring to where he wrestles?
Merrill: You've said this place that I'm think of is like a glorified blackjack tournament. You denounced it and its superstars. Well, whether you like it or not, if you want to face me again, you're going to have to come to XDF!
Playboy: Where?
Tito: I was going to ask the same question...
Merrill throws down the mic, then starts to wail on his brother again! Security comes out, partially to separate the two combatants and partially to pull Fall Spring out of harm's way. Eventually, the two are separated and taken backstage by different ways.
Tito: I think it's fair to say that James Dawson has officially lost it, and the target of his rage, the man whom he beat by underhanded means, Merrill "Shadowbird" Dawson.
Bill: But up next, open up your history books because this is a rivalry that spans millenniums in the TKOW timeline.
Vega: The leader of DNA goes up against a Ghalleon that has re-emerged as TKOW?s bane.
"Lucia vs Zophar" from Noriyuki Iwadare starts to play as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke comes up from three small spots on the left side of the entrance and three on the right side of the entrance. The lights starts to get a dark purple tone of color as Ghalleon and Sammie then starts to make their way out through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon then stops infront of the entrance and lowers his head. He then extends his arms out a little bit above his shoulder line. He then lifts his head back up and raises his arms up. Fireworks starts to go off down to the entrance ramp as he start to walk to the ring with Sammie.
On the MegaTron, scenes from some of Ghalleon's past matches are shown. Some of the including are the mixed tag match at TKOW Forever, fighting 'Wildcat' Lynn Brewster in UCW, the Karnij match at Halloween Hijinks, the Super Kick Challenge at Megabowl 3, the King of the Jungle 2004 match and various others. On the Khaos Tron, vairous moves that Ghalleon does are shown done to his opponets.
When Ghalleon and Sammie gets to the ring, dry ice steam comes out from under the ring as Ghalleon and Sammie stands in the middle of the ring. Ghalleon then goes over to one of the corners and raises up his arms and then gets off of the corner turnbuckles and waits for his opponet as Sammie leaves to go to ringside. The lights then starts to come back on.
Tito: Of course in the recent past Ghalleon has had quite a rivalry with DNA?s other force, The Forsaken Salazar Tyrenus which ended in Salazar getting superkicked off as Steel Cage.
Bill: Titto?our buyrates aren?t THAT bad?people wont forget things like that okay? Kapiche?
Barricades in Time" by Adema begins to play throughout the arena. The lights go down during the intro music. When the singing begins, pyros blast off at the entrance causing the curtains to light on fire(controlled of course). The lights come back dimly in a white haze and Dustin Hughes walks out of the entrance and stands beside the wall of fire and bows his head in a religious way and then walks down the ramp and onto the apron before staring down Ghalleon in the middle of the ring.
Ghalleon stares right back as both men exchange ominous words with each other, Dustin with a nasty taste in his mouth.
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Tito: Here we go?
Immediately both men lock up in the middle of the ring but Dustin gets the early advantage and wriggles Ghalleon into a headlock. Ghalleon throws Dustin into the ropes and Dustin ducks a clothesline attempt and its Ghalleon with a Hangman?s neckbreaker! Ghalleon is down as Dustin hits a quick elbow drop before mounting the upper left turnbuckle.
Vega: A rare sight as Dustin Hughes looks to finish the match fast!
Dustin leaps off and misses a 180 Leg Drop landing on his ass hard! Dustin gets up quickly but Ghalleon reverses Dustin?s impending run into a bridge suplex pin?
One?
two?
thr? NO!
Dustin just about kicks out as both men launch to their feet and start slugging it out in the middle of the ring. Dustin whips Ghalleon into the ropes and misses a spinning wheel kick as Ghalleon turns Dustin around afterwards and kicks him in the gut before nailing the Rebound!!!
Bill: Come on Hughes!!!
Tito: Ghalleon with these quick replies that must be wearing on Dustin?s body.
The crowd erupts as Ghalleon stomps on Dustin who seems to have trouble getting up. Ghalleon moves over to the lower right turnbuckle waiting for Dustin to get up?slowly ever so slowly?RAGNAROK!!!! RAGNAROK TO DUSTIN HUGHES?
Bill: NOOOO!!!
Vega: Ragnarok! Ragnarok! He?s got to have it! Go for the pin!!!
Suddenly a massive roar from the crowd comes out of complete chaotic disbelief as none other than?.SALAZAR TYRENUS runs down towards the ring with a chair in hand. Ghalleon has no clue as he walks towards Dustin who?s actually getting back up from the Ragnarok!!! Salazar roars out in glee with the chair as he sizes up Ghalleon while the ref is tending to Dustin Hughes?
Bill: YES! YES! YES!
THWACK!!! Ghalleon ducked?.and Dustin Hughes is out cold on the canvas!!!
Titto Salazar just nailed his own leader!!
Salazar is absolutely shell shocked as he looks over at Ghalleon who is equally amused?yet gives Salazar a fiery talking with venom in his mouth. Salazar just looks at Ghalleon?expressionless?and the referee is screaming his head off demanding an answer?
Bill: What the hell is this? Where?s the brawl! CHAIR SHOT HIS ASS SALAZAR!!!
Ghalleon raises a fist and Salazar?smiles? The Forsaken One backs off and moves out of the ring!!!
Tito: Oh my god this is surreal!
Vega: Salazar just walked out without hitting Ghalleon?
Ghalleon looks at Dustin Hughes and goes over to Hughes and drags his carcass up and lifts him into a power bomb position?.OVERDRIVE ON THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tito: Oh god!
Salazar is expressionless, almost back up the ramp towards the stage door as Ghalleon gives him a final look and picks up Dustin Hughes again?
Vega: No no not even Dustin Hughes deserves this?please no Ghalleon!!
Ghalleon picks up a bleeding Dustin Hughes?and whispers in his ear.
Ghalleon: Its over Dustin?sleep tight.
Ghalleon then locks Dustin in mercilessly and lifts him up for another OVERDRIVE on the chair. Dustin?s body bounces, almost limp as Ghalleon finally hooks in the leg.
One?
Two?
THREE!!!
Tito: Thank god?
Richard Head: And your winner via pinfall, Ghalleon!
Ghalleon gets up slowly and the crowd is absolutely silent as he just stares down at Dustin Hughes? body and spares a glance towards the ramp?where Salazar is nowhere to be seen.
Bill: Even I?m lost for words as to what just happened here.
Tito: Call in the damn paramedics! Dustin Hughes isn?t moving!!!
Vega: (Gulp)
Ghalleon looks at Dustin?s body one last time?all alone on the canvas. He then leaves the ring going back up the rank, in a grim expression as paramedics rush to tend to Hughes.
Aello performs a few stretches backstage near a monitor. She keeps an eye on it, waiting to watch the tag match which is up next. She moves into a hamstring stretch slowly using a folding chair.
James Orich walks toward the stage, his match next. On his way, he glances through the locker rooms seeing if people are around. There are a few, but no one special. While looking around he notices Aello. This is the first time he has ever seen her, so he drops into an empty room to gather himself.
Aello glances around watching the backstage activities as she stretches her other hamstring.
James closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then heads into the hallway towards Aello. His lips move slightly, deciding what to say.
Aello straightens, bringing her arms over her head, locking her hands together and stretching/arching her back.
When James gets within normal distance to her, he runs his hand through his hair, forgetting it is short. After a few seconds he speaks.
Orich: "Uh... Hey. Do... ya know what time it is?"
Aello glances over, realizing he's speaking to her. She finishes her stretch, dropping her arms to her sides, and turns to him.
Aello: *low soft voice* You're Orich, right? Then it's just about time for your match against S&M.
James smiles to her, and holds out his hand.
Orich: "Yep. James Orich."
She takes his hand and shakes it.
Aello: Nice to meet you. I'm Aello. I'll be watching your match tonight.
She looks him over and withdraws her gloved hand.
James smiles again and takes his and to his pocket. He finds something close to lean on.
Orich: "A particular interest in the match?"
She cants her head to the side slightly, her hair falling forward a bit over her mask and dropping over her shoulder, and crosses her arms while shifting her weight onto one leg.
Aello: I'm interested in the tagging, being still new to it and all.
He watches her hair, then back up at her mask.
Orich: "Ooh. Me too, actually. This is my first tag match. What about you? You ever tagged before?"
Aello: Yes, actually, I've tagged a few times. I'm on a tag team. Perhaps you've heard of them? The Birds of Prey?
Orich: "Oh, yeah. Of course! Legendary, really. I can't believe I didn't recognize you."
Aello glances at him, her expression one of disbelief.
Aello: *sardonically* Legendary, eh?
Orich: "Yeah, legendary. Everyone knows who you guys are."
Aello: Maybe Matt and Lady Hawke, but not myself. I?m new to the team. I plan to watch your match to see if I can learn anything from it.
Orich: "Hell. I don't know thing one about tagging. I mean, really. All I know is that I know at some point in time, I will be cornered."
He smiles.
Aello studies Orich, her lips pursing.
Aello: Well, here?s a tip. Teamwork. That?s what Matt and LH always say. If you don?t work together, you WILL lose.
Orich: "Have you heard my partner? If he gets in the ring, he'll just stay there. I wouldn't be surprised if he sat down and started pouting if things weren't going his way."
Orich shifts his weight back onto both feet.
Orich: "Guess I should probably trust him more, too, eh?"
Aello snorts and drops her arms.
Aello: To tell you the truth, he bores me. Jefferson thinks too much of himself from what I?ve seen. I do think you have a chance though. I mean, look, S keeps M restrained all the time, at least according to their *cough* spokesperson, so they?re really not teaming either.
Orich: "That?s some pretty good information. Well. I should be going. Match is starting in a minute or two."
She nods.
Aello: I?ll be watching.
James nods back then walks past her. Just as he's almost out of sight, he stops, runs his hand through his short hair, and then turns around.
Orich: "Hey. Wanna go out after the show? We can get some poultry or something."
Aello: *indignantly* Poultry?!
She takes on the appropriate expression.
Aello: *coldly* No thank you. I AM a harpy after all.
*Commercial*
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Posted 29 April 2006 - 09:50 PM
Richard Head: The following match is under tag team regulations,and is scheduled for one fall. Coming first,at a combined weight of 450 pounds,from New York, Suffering and Malice!
"Iron Head" by Rob Zombie feat. Ozzy Osbourne begins to play as Malice gets through the curtain first, and a chain leads from his collar back through the curtain. Suffering follws, holding the other end of the chain. Malice stops at the top of the ramp and seems to be looking around, but Suffering kicks him. Malice trips and rolls down the ramp, but Suffering yanks back on the chain, stopping Malice's momentum and choking him out. He forces Malice to his feet and shoves him towards the ring. Suffering unhooks the lead and yells at Malice to stay put in the corner, then he gets in the ring and cracks his knuckles.
Playboy:These guys look weird,Schnitzel fashion weird.
Tito:Where's the Hamburgler?
Playboy:Probably stealing burgers for his buddies. Seriously,who in their right mind would pick the frickin' Hamburgler to be their manager? It's as stupid as Elmo:Pro Wrestler.
Tito:Execpt Elmo's funny.
Richard Green:And their opponents?first,weighing in at 200 pounds. From Toronto,Canada,"Highflying" Jeff Jefferson!
'Live for the Moment' by Monster Magnet hits and Jeff Jefferson comes out out and runs down to the ring. Due to the presence of his opponents in the ring,he chooses to wait outside for his partner.
Richard Green:And his partner,weighing in at 194 pounds. From Los Angelas, CA,James Orich!
"Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine plays as He comes right out, energetic and jumping around. He moves to one side of the stage to raise his arms, still jumping, than moves to the otherside, trying to get the crowd excited. He moves down the aisle way, halting most of his jumping, but still taunting alot. When he gets near the ring and next to his partner they shake hands and enter the ring together. The referee is trying to keep S&M in their corner.
Daniles:James Orich sure is energetic tonight.
Playboy:How can the guy live with himself after what happened last week? He lost his girlfriend to Bob Lancelot!
The ref rings for the opening bell,Orich and Suffering start the match. Orich and Suffering survey each other until they lock in,yet Orich is quickly overpowered by the bigger man.
Suffering sends Orich to the ropes and a whapping yakuza kick awaits him when he returns. Suffering is showing of his power as he picks up Orich and sends him down with an inverted DDT. Orich grabs the back of his head as Suffering applies a side headlock.
The ref checks for Orich's status. Orich is trying to get up,but Suffering's massive arms hold him down. Finally Orich surrenders to a dirty tactic and bites down on Suffering's arms. Suffering releases the hold and grabs his arm in pain as the ref warns Orich that he will disqualify him. Suffering gets up and attempts to clothesline Orich,who ducks and retaliates with a front dropkick to the Suffering's chest. He follows it up with a standing moonsault and covers.
1
2
No!
Suffering puts his shoulder up.
Orich goes to the corner and tags in Jefferson and they do a double spear to the midsection of Suffering.
Tito:Suffering is making a grave mistake by not tagging in Malice,he looks like he needs all the help he can get.
Playboy:It's also very unprofessional,I for once will never treat a tag team partner like that.
Well,except if they're hot chicks,then I'll have to defend them.
Tito:*Sarcastically* How valiant?
Jefferson kicks Suffering in the midsection once he is down and is enjoying his current height advantage. He goes to the ropes and waits for Suffering to get up. Once he stands up,Jeffersson hits him with a beautiful springboard hurricarana. Jefferson quickly jumps to the ropes and tries to connect with a moonsault,but Suffering puts his knees up!
The impact looks as if it caved Jefferson's chest. Suffering slowly gets to his feet and picks up the hurting Jefferson.
Tito:Suffering has managed to turn the tide,but for how long?
Playboy:Damn,I wonder what's up with Emily... *To a female member of the audience* What's up doll?
The angry Suffering hits Jefferson with one of his trademark moves, a scoop slam piledriver. Suffering goes out of the ring and orders on of the crew members to "fuck off".
The man obliges and Suffering takes his chair and slides it into the ring. He swings it at the fallen Jefferson but the ref stops him.
Orich goes out to the aid of his partner,a does a springboard dropkick to the chair,slamming it against Suffering's head! The big man stumbles but amazingly doesn't drop, however, the ref signals that Orich has been disqualified!
Tito: James Orich just cost his team a victory!
Vega: And he's none too happy about the call, now arguing with the ref!
Jefferson rises slowly and the crowd wants him to finish this match! Bewitched,Jefferson climbs to the top rope, but Malice runs in, and Suffering javelins him into Jefferson, causing both men to crash to the floor outside the ring!
Playboy: I don't think it's over yet!
Suffering grabs the chair and smashes Orich's skull, putting a nasty dent in the steel.
The ref flips on Suffering, and goes to the ropes, gesturing to the announcer...
Richard Head: As a result of a double disqualification, this match is a draw!
Suffering looks at the chair, shrugs, and smashes it over the ref's back, causing him to collapse to the outside of the ring.
Tito: I don't think Suffering was too fond of that call.
Playboy: I don't think Malice was too fond of being used as a lawn dart.
Suffering flips over the ropes and walks to Malice, grabbing him by the back of his neck and relatching the lead chain before shoving him forward as Jefferson rolls on the floor and Orich lays out on the mat.
Vega: There may not have been a winner, but it seems to me that James and Jeff got the short end in this one.
Richard Head: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First,weighing in at 205 pounds. From Toronto, Canada, Rotten Treats!
*"Rock Superstar" by Cypress hill hits the speakers. Before the lyrics start, on the big screen, we see past victories by Rotten Treats. When the lyrics hits, he comes out on the stage on fire. (taunts crowd like edge on top of the stage). When he starts to walk down the ramp, fireworks go off behind him. On the screen now are random spots from past matches.
Playboy: Double J being helped past Rotten Treats now. It's like they're cleaning up roadkill, aint it?
Treats then slides into the ring. He poses on the top corner and pumps his arms in the air while yelling unheard words at the crowd. And as his music dims out, he taunts the crowd on the opposite side of the ring on the ropes(again like Edge).
Richard Head:And his opponent,weighing in at 205 pounds. From Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan,"The Explosion" Dusty Dynamite!
*"Fuel" by Metallica plays as everything goes dark blue. Dusty comes running out and as he runs down the runway as pyre shoots out of the sides with each 2 steps. He slides into the ring and gets immediately stomped on by Rotten Treats and the ref calls for the opening bell!*
Vega: Treats wastes no time in hurting Dusty.
Bill:That is some good strategy right there as Treats goes right on the offensive.
*Treats stomps Dusty some more before picking him up and throwing him to the corner.
Treats then introduces him to his unforgiving fists as he pounds rights and lefts onto the unprotected face of Dusty Dynamite.
The ref desperately tries to separate the two but Treats keeps on with the beating. The ref finally counts to five and Dusty let's go on 4.
He Irish whips dusty to the opposite corner and comes down on him with a clothesline followed by a bulldog.*
Tito:Rotten Treats is being very aggressive in this bout. You can see the intensity in his eyes.
Vega:Dusty better retaliate soon before he becomes a pile of grounded meat.
*Treats follows up with a legdrop and goes for the pin.*
1?Dusty kicks out.
*Treats quickly picks him up and puts him in a front facelock. Dusty resents but Rotten tenders him with punishing blows to the back of his neck. Dusty's head then spikes off the mat after Treats executes a vicious DDT. Treats goes for the cover.*
1
2?Dusty barley kicks out.
Tito:I thought this match was over.
Vegas:Glad to see you were wrong,I'm sure the viewers at home don't want this match to end so briefly.
*Treats symbols with his hand with the numeral three but the ref fires back with a stern two. Treats glimpse at the paining Dusty and decides to lock in a Step-over Toe-hold Facelock.
Dusty shrieks in agony as the ref checks if he wants to tap out. Dusty repeatedly yells no to the ref and each time Treats arches his back, adding pressure to Dusty's neck.
After a good three minutes, Dusty still doesn't give up. Treats grunts and releases the hold.
He grabs Dusty by the hair and picks him into a facelock and points to the turnbuckle. Treats executes an Acid Drop on Dusty!
Treats however, isn't finished, as he motions that he will climb the turnbuckle.*
Bill:What a picture perfect springboard three quarters facelock bulldog by Rotten Treats!
Vegas:Dusty's done for folks,he's finished.
Tito:Apperently Treats doesn?t think so,as it looks like he's preparing to slam the dead!
*Treats hops on the turnbuckle and leaps,flipping in mid air and landing with his back onto Dusty Dynamite.Rotten Treats has just Slammed The Dead!
The ref begins the count as Treats hooks the leg.*
1
2
3!!!
Richard Head: Here is your winner,Rotten Treats!
"Rock Superstar" hits as the ref raises Treat's hand in victory. Treats soaks up the crowd reaction,and then makes his way to the back. Dusty remains motionless inside,breathing with agony. The ref checks for his condition. He helps him up but Dusty pushes him away. He rolls out of the ring and slowly walks up the ramp,nearly collapsing when reaching the top. Dusty soon disappears out of sight.
Tito:And Treats is the rightful winner.
Vegas:I don't recall Dusty dishing out any offence.
Bill:That's because he didn't dumbass.
Vega:That was uncalled for.
Bill:Couldn't help it,sorry dumbass.
Tito:This defeat must be a major blow to Dusty Dynamite's ego.
*Commercial*
"Iron Head" by Rob Zombie feat. Ozzy Osbourne begins to play as Malice gets through the curtain first, and a chain leads from his collar back through the curtain. Suffering follws, holding the other end of the chain. Malice stops at the top of the ramp and seems to be looking around, but Suffering kicks him. Malice trips and rolls down the ramp, but Suffering yanks back on the chain, stopping Malice's momentum and choking him out. He forces Malice to his feet and shoves him towards the ring. Suffering unhooks the lead and yells at Malice to stay put in the corner, then he gets in the ring and cracks his knuckles.
Playboy:These guys look weird,Schnitzel fashion weird.
Tito:Where's the Hamburgler?
Playboy:Probably stealing burgers for his buddies. Seriously,who in their right mind would pick the frickin' Hamburgler to be their manager? It's as stupid as Elmo:Pro Wrestler.
Tito:Execpt Elmo's funny.
Richard Green:And their opponents?first,weighing in at 200 pounds. From Toronto,Canada,"Highflying" Jeff Jefferson!
'Live for the Moment' by Monster Magnet hits and Jeff Jefferson comes out out and runs down to the ring. Due to the presence of his opponents in the ring,he chooses to wait outside for his partner.
Richard Green:And his partner,weighing in at 194 pounds. From Los Angelas, CA,James Orich!
"Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine plays as He comes right out, energetic and jumping around. He moves to one side of the stage to raise his arms, still jumping, than moves to the otherside, trying to get the crowd excited. He moves down the aisle way, halting most of his jumping, but still taunting alot. When he gets near the ring and next to his partner they shake hands and enter the ring together. The referee is trying to keep S&M in their corner.
Daniles:James Orich sure is energetic tonight.
Playboy:How can the guy live with himself after what happened last week? He lost his girlfriend to Bob Lancelot!
The ref rings for the opening bell,Orich and Suffering start the match. Orich and Suffering survey each other until they lock in,yet Orich is quickly overpowered by the bigger man.
Suffering sends Orich to the ropes and a whapping yakuza kick awaits him when he returns. Suffering is showing of his power as he picks up Orich and sends him down with an inverted DDT. Orich grabs the back of his head as Suffering applies a side headlock.
The ref checks for Orich's status. Orich is trying to get up,but Suffering's massive arms hold him down. Finally Orich surrenders to a dirty tactic and bites down on Suffering's arms. Suffering releases the hold and grabs his arm in pain as the ref warns Orich that he will disqualify him. Suffering gets up and attempts to clothesline Orich,who ducks and retaliates with a front dropkick to the Suffering's chest. He follows it up with a standing moonsault and covers.
1
2
No!
Suffering puts his shoulder up.
Orich goes to the corner and tags in Jefferson and they do a double spear to the midsection of Suffering.
Tito:Suffering is making a grave mistake by not tagging in Malice,he looks like he needs all the help he can get.
Playboy:It's also very unprofessional,I for once will never treat a tag team partner like that.
Well,except if they're hot chicks,then I'll have to defend them.
Tito:*Sarcastically* How valiant?
Jefferson kicks Suffering in the midsection once he is down and is enjoying his current height advantage. He goes to the ropes and waits for Suffering to get up. Once he stands up,Jeffersson hits him with a beautiful springboard hurricarana. Jefferson quickly jumps to the ropes and tries to connect with a moonsault,but Suffering puts his knees up!
The impact looks as if it caved Jefferson's chest. Suffering slowly gets to his feet and picks up the hurting Jefferson.
Tito:Suffering has managed to turn the tide,but for how long?
Playboy:Damn,I wonder what's up with Emily... *To a female member of the audience* What's up doll?
The angry Suffering hits Jefferson with one of his trademark moves, a scoop slam piledriver. Suffering goes out of the ring and orders on of the crew members to "fuck off".
The man obliges and Suffering takes his chair and slides it into the ring. He swings it at the fallen Jefferson but the ref stops him.
Orich goes out to the aid of his partner,a does a springboard dropkick to the chair,slamming it against Suffering's head! The big man stumbles but amazingly doesn't drop, however, the ref signals that Orich has been disqualified!
Tito: James Orich just cost his team a victory!
Vega: And he's none too happy about the call, now arguing with the ref!
Jefferson rises slowly and the crowd wants him to finish this match! Bewitched,Jefferson climbs to the top rope, but Malice runs in, and Suffering javelins him into Jefferson, causing both men to crash to the floor outside the ring!
Playboy: I don't think it's over yet!
Suffering grabs the chair and smashes Orich's skull, putting a nasty dent in the steel.
The ref flips on Suffering, and goes to the ropes, gesturing to the announcer...
Richard Head: As a result of a double disqualification, this match is a draw!
Suffering looks at the chair, shrugs, and smashes it over the ref's back, causing him to collapse to the outside of the ring.
Tito: I don't think Suffering was too fond of that call.
Playboy: I don't think Malice was too fond of being used as a lawn dart.
Suffering flips over the ropes and walks to Malice, grabbing him by the back of his neck and relatching the lead chain before shoving him forward as Jefferson rolls on the floor and Orich lays out on the mat.
Vega: There may not have been a winner, but it seems to me that James and Jeff got the short end in this one.
Richard Head: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First,weighing in at 205 pounds. From Toronto, Canada, Rotten Treats!
*"Rock Superstar" by Cypress hill hits the speakers. Before the lyrics start, on the big screen, we see past victories by Rotten Treats. When the lyrics hits, he comes out on the stage on fire. (taunts crowd like edge on top of the stage). When he starts to walk down the ramp, fireworks go off behind him. On the screen now are random spots from past matches.
Playboy: Double J being helped past Rotten Treats now. It's like they're cleaning up roadkill, aint it?
Treats then slides into the ring. He poses on the top corner and pumps his arms in the air while yelling unheard words at the crowd. And as his music dims out, he taunts the crowd on the opposite side of the ring on the ropes(again like Edge).
Richard Head:And his opponent,weighing in at 205 pounds. From Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan,"The Explosion" Dusty Dynamite!
*"Fuel" by Metallica plays as everything goes dark blue. Dusty comes running out and as he runs down the runway as pyre shoots out of the sides with each 2 steps. He slides into the ring and gets immediately stomped on by Rotten Treats and the ref calls for the opening bell!*
Vega: Treats wastes no time in hurting Dusty.
Bill:That is some good strategy right there as Treats goes right on the offensive.
*Treats stomps Dusty some more before picking him up and throwing him to the corner.
Treats then introduces him to his unforgiving fists as he pounds rights and lefts onto the unprotected face of Dusty Dynamite.
The ref desperately tries to separate the two but Treats keeps on with the beating. The ref finally counts to five and Dusty let's go on 4.
He Irish whips dusty to the opposite corner and comes down on him with a clothesline followed by a bulldog.*
Tito:Rotten Treats is being very aggressive in this bout. You can see the intensity in his eyes.
Vega:Dusty better retaliate soon before he becomes a pile of grounded meat.
*Treats follows up with a legdrop and goes for the pin.*
1?Dusty kicks out.
*Treats quickly picks him up and puts him in a front facelock. Dusty resents but Rotten tenders him with punishing blows to the back of his neck. Dusty's head then spikes off the mat after Treats executes a vicious DDT. Treats goes for the cover.*
1
2?Dusty barley kicks out.
Tito:I thought this match was over.
Vegas:Glad to see you were wrong,I'm sure the viewers at home don't want this match to end so briefly.
*Treats symbols with his hand with the numeral three but the ref fires back with a stern two. Treats glimpse at the paining Dusty and decides to lock in a Step-over Toe-hold Facelock.
Dusty shrieks in agony as the ref checks if he wants to tap out. Dusty repeatedly yells no to the ref and each time Treats arches his back, adding pressure to Dusty's neck.
After a good three minutes, Dusty still doesn't give up. Treats grunts and releases the hold.
He grabs Dusty by the hair and picks him into a facelock and points to the turnbuckle. Treats executes an Acid Drop on Dusty!
Treats however, isn't finished, as he motions that he will climb the turnbuckle.*
Bill:What a picture perfect springboard three quarters facelock bulldog by Rotten Treats!
Vegas:Dusty's done for folks,he's finished.
Tito:Apperently Treats doesn?t think so,as it looks like he's preparing to slam the dead!
*Treats hops on the turnbuckle and leaps,flipping in mid air and landing with his back onto Dusty Dynamite.Rotten Treats has just Slammed The Dead!
The ref begins the count as Treats hooks the leg.*
1
2
3!!!
Richard Head: Here is your winner,Rotten Treats!
"Rock Superstar" hits as the ref raises Treat's hand in victory. Treats soaks up the crowd reaction,and then makes his way to the back. Dusty remains motionless inside,breathing with agony. The ref checks for his condition. He helps him up but Dusty pushes him away. He rolls out of the ring and slowly walks up the ramp,nearly collapsing when reaching the top. Dusty soon disappears out of sight.
Tito:And Treats is the rightful winner.
Vegas:I don't recall Dusty dishing out any offence.
Bill:That's because he didn't dumbass.
Vega:That was uncalled for.
Bill:Couldn't help it,sorry dumbass.
Tito:This defeat must be a major blow to Dusty Dynamite's ego.
*Commercial*
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Posted 29 April 2006 - 09:50 PM
The lights go off and "All My Life" by Foo Fighters starts up, Bob Lancelot sprints down to the ring to a mixed reaction of cheers from the crowd, Claire Matthews follows him down as Bob slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle and points at the crowd, he then hops off of the turnbuckle and grabs a microphone.
Lancelot: Now I know at the end of the last Aggressive Behaviour, I prommised I was going to come out here and show you all the Emily Fisk sex-tape.
The crowd cheers loudly and starts a HLA chant.
Lancelot: But in respect to the happenings with SCW and TKOW this past week, and due to this being High Voltage and not Aggressive Behaviour.....I can't show the damn tape!
The crowd boo loudly.
Lancelot: I'm sorry, the network won't let me! But never fear because you can find it at www.
Bob is interupted as ?Just in Time? by The Brass River Band hits the PA loud and The Trumpet Player strides out, holding ?The White Dove?. The Trumpet Player then strolls down the ramp at a slow, leisured pace. He gives the White Dove to the time keeper and then slides in the ring, before he faces Bob Lancelot and grabs the mic from him.
Ian Vodoa: Listen, Lancelot - nobody paid to see some sex tape, they paid to see me! "The Trumpet Player" Ian Vodoa! So why don't you shut the hell up, get your little slut of a girlfriend out of the ring and be prepared to lose.
Bob slaps Vodoa across the face and pushes him against the ropes, the two men tustle with each other as the referee runs to the ring and rings the bell to start the matchup.
Tito: I like the style of these two newcomers from the former SCW, they have tonnes of attitude!
Bill: They just want to fight!
Bob locks up with Vodoa and backs him into the corner, chopping him hard across the chest three times before Vodoa fights back with several fast chops to Lancelot's chest as he fights out of the corner and with one final chop knocks Lancelot down to the mat.
Vega: Wooo!
Vodoa motions playing a trumpet with his fingers and then hits an elbow on the chest of Lancelot.
Tito: Ian Vodoa drives his elbow into the heart of Lancelot!
Vodoa continues to work on Bob's chest area by locking in an Abdominal stretch on the mat. The crowd start to clap for Lancelot as Vodoa pressures the hold and then Lancelot fights up and gets to his feet, reversing the hold into an "Unprettier" type back breaker.
Bill: Lancelot has Vodoa scouted well!
Lancelot runs at Vodoa for a clothesline but Vodoa reverses it into a hip toss!
Bill: Vodoa also has Lancelot scouted it seems!
Bob runs back at Vodoa but again he hip tosses him, Lancelot runs at Vodoa a third time and ducks the hip toss and Vodoa turns around into a hip toss by Lancelot, which he then turns into a grounded armbar!
Tito: Lancelot is putting alot of pressure onto the arm and shoulder area of Ian Vodoa.
Vodoa manages to drag himself to the ropes but Lancelot pulls him off the rope and re-applies the hold, but Vodoa manages to get back to the ropes, this time Lancelot releases the hold and runs at Vodoa with a smashing knee aimed at the temples to which Vodoa leans back, pulling the ropes down causing Lancelot to topple to the outside! The ref starts the countout as Claire aids to Bob.
1.....2........3.........4..........5...........6.......Bob rolls back into the ring.
Vodoa starts straight back at Lancelot like a bulldog, hitting him with three elbow drops to the back of the head! Vodoa pulls at Lancelot's hair and then starts to bite at his forehead. Lancelot starts to bleed from above his left eye as Vodoa hits him with a drop kick to the side of the face!
Vega: Bob is busted wide open from that kick!
The blood trickles from Bob's face as he crawls to the corner of the ring and tries to pull himself up on the turnbuckle as Vodoa mocks him and swaggers over towards Bob, spitting on him and slapping him hard across the face!
Tito: Vodoa really dislikes Lancelot!
Vega: Lancelot is getting his ass kicked here.
Tito: Lets not forget Lancelot was in a life-threatening car accident only a few weeks ago, doctors said he might never wrestle again!
Vega: Lancelot is stupid if you ask me!
Vodoa trash talks Lancelot and slaps him again, but this time Bob catches Vodoa's hand and shoves him backwards onto his ass, Lancelot then stalks Vodoa and as he gets up Lancelot gores him back to the matt!
Bill: Lancelot is finally fighting back!
Vodoa gets to his feet again but Lancelot knocks him down with a clothesline, this happens another two times before Lancelot hits Vodoa with a DDT and then rolls outside of the ring to get a steel chair!!
Bill: Lancelot is getting hardcore, thats how he likes it!
Vega: Lancelot is going to get disqualified thats what he's getting!
Lancelot grabs the chair from ringside and rolls back into the ring with it the ref tustles with Bob and takes the chair away from him and as he does Clair tosses a fork to Lancelot which he uses quickly to jab Vodoa in the forehead whilst the ref's back is turned!! Vodoa starts to bleed heavily.
Tito: Lancelot used the fork!!!
Lancelot covers Vodoa
1........
2..........
Kickout by Vodoa!
Lancelot states to the ref that it was a three count but the ref still says it was two, whilst Bob is argueing with the ref, Vodoa low blows Bob from behind and the ref didn't see!
Tito: Now that is low!
Vega: What, and using a fork isn't??
Vodoa rolls Bob up with a schoolboy.
1............
2......................
Bob kicks out!!
Vega: What that was three!?!?
Vodoa yells at the ref in disbelief as Bob pulls himself to his feet.
Bob stands up and spins Vodoa around, but Vodoa ducks underneath Bob's arm and hooks Bob under for "The Trumpet Solo", a cradle piledriver! Vodoa lifts Bob up and slams him down onto the mat, Vodoa then drops down onto Bob and covers him.
1........
2.............
3.......................
Tito: Vodoa with an impressive and dominating win over Lancelot!
Vodoa rolls out of the ring and grabs The White Dove and then exits up the ramp as Claire checks on Lancelot.
Tito: This night just keeps flying by. We can't even take a breath, as we hit Burden vs Salazar.
Opening chords start up, when the song blasts into full pace the stage set basically explodes in a shower of sparks.
Head: Coming out first ? Tobias ?The Heartless? Burden
Tobias walks out calmly, wearing his specialty t-shirt, he walks down, occasionally giving a fan a high five, but other than that remaining completely calm.
Tobias slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring, he crouches low and does a double cut-throat motion as the fans through orange streamers into the ring, littering the entire area, after the majority of streamers are thrown, Tobias walks back to his own corners, takes off his shirt, tosses it into the crowd, and awaits his opponent/waits for the bell to ring.
Head: And his opponent ? Salazar Tyrenus
The lights go out completely as dark green and red lights circle the arena and the stage swirls up in mist as whispers echo through the speakers...
A cackling voice roars "Forever" with conviction, and then the lights are out again...
"Still D.R.E." by Dr. Dre plays as the crowd already goes ape shit just at hearing the music and a figure appears on the stage covered within the mist. Salazar appears with a huge steel chain draped across his arm and surveys the stage through his black sunglasses as the crowd?s shocked reactions turn to huge jeers. Salazar makes his way down to the ring slowly surveying all around him with a look of malice as he climbs in and poses on all 4 turnbuckles with both his arms outstretched, while he invites the cold reception from the fans?
The ref rings the bell as the two lock up. Sal uses his size to toss Tobias to the mat. Tobias bounces off and rolls to the ropes to catch himself. Sal quickly tries to take advantage but Tobias rolls out of the ring to get away. Sal rolls out and chases him but Tobias rolls in on another side and kicks Sal as he rolls back in.
Tito: Tobias seems to have outsmarted Salazar there
Winfield: Well no one claimed Sal was smart
Vega: That?s the truth
Tobias continues his onslaught by locking in a armbar and twisting the shoulder. Sal shows a look of pain but manoeuvres his way to his feet to land a clothesline on Burden. Sal picks Burden up and tosses him to the ropes landing another clothesline.
Sal then climbs the turnbuckle and attempts the Unholy Fire (Swanton Bomb) but Tobias rolls out of the way as Salazar lands hard on his back. Both try to get to their feet and as they do Tobias is able to hit several European Uppercuts the send Sal back against the ropes. Tobias goes for enough but Sal ducks and pushes Tobias into the ropes. Tobias falls back into Sal?s arms and Sal hits a german suplex. Tobias bounces off the mat as Sal picks him up and tosses him to the ropes.
Sal tries to catch his opponent but Tobias ducks and quickly stops behind his opponent.
Tito: This match is going back and forth folks
Winfield: I?m not sure either guy knows what they are doing here tonight.
Sal turns around and walks into a ?Dangerous STO?. Sal?s head hits hard and Tobias quickly goes for the cover.
1?2?3
Tito: It?s over and Tobias Burden advances
Tobias has his hand raised as ?Violent Reaction" by American Head Charge plays.
*Commercial*
Lancelot: Now I know at the end of the last Aggressive Behaviour, I prommised I was going to come out here and show you all the Emily Fisk sex-tape.
The crowd cheers loudly and starts a HLA chant.
Lancelot: But in respect to the happenings with SCW and TKOW this past week, and due to this being High Voltage and not Aggressive Behaviour.....I can't show the damn tape!
The crowd boo loudly.
Lancelot: I'm sorry, the network won't let me! But never fear because you can find it at www.
Bob is interupted as ?Just in Time? by The Brass River Band hits the PA loud and The Trumpet Player strides out, holding ?The White Dove?. The Trumpet Player then strolls down the ramp at a slow, leisured pace. He gives the White Dove to the time keeper and then slides in the ring, before he faces Bob Lancelot and grabs the mic from him.
Ian Vodoa: Listen, Lancelot - nobody paid to see some sex tape, they paid to see me! "The Trumpet Player" Ian Vodoa! So why don't you shut the hell up, get your little slut of a girlfriend out of the ring and be prepared to lose.
Bob slaps Vodoa across the face and pushes him against the ropes, the two men tustle with each other as the referee runs to the ring and rings the bell to start the matchup.
Tito: I like the style of these two newcomers from the former SCW, they have tonnes of attitude!
Bill: They just want to fight!
Bob locks up with Vodoa and backs him into the corner, chopping him hard across the chest three times before Vodoa fights back with several fast chops to Lancelot's chest as he fights out of the corner and with one final chop knocks Lancelot down to the mat.
Vega: Wooo!
Vodoa motions playing a trumpet with his fingers and then hits an elbow on the chest of Lancelot.
Tito: Ian Vodoa drives his elbow into the heart of Lancelot!
Vodoa continues to work on Bob's chest area by locking in an Abdominal stretch on the mat. The crowd start to clap for Lancelot as Vodoa pressures the hold and then Lancelot fights up and gets to his feet, reversing the hold into an "Unprettier" type back breaker.
Bill: Lancelot has Vodoa scouted well!
Lancelot runs at Vodoa for a clothesline but Vodoa reverses it into a hip toss!
Bill: Vodoa also has Lancelot scouted it seems!
Bob runs back at Vodoa but again he hip tosses him, Lancelot runs at Vodoa a third time and ducks the hip toss and Vodoa turns around into a hip toss by Lancelot, which he then turns into a grounded armbar!
Tito: Lancelot is putting alot of pressure onto the arm and shoulder area of Ian Vodoa.
Vodoa manages to drag himself to the ropes but Lancelot pulls him off the rope and re-applies the hold, but Vodoa manages to get back to the ropes, this time Lancelot releases the hold and runs at Vodoa with a smashing knee aimed at the temples to which Vodoa leans back, pulling the ropes down causing Lancelot to topple to the outside! The ref starts the countout as Claire aids to Bob.
1.....2........3.........4..........5...........6.......Bob rolls back into the ring.
Vodoa starts straight back at Lancelot like a bulldog, hitting him with three elbow drops to the back of the head! Vodoa pulls at Lancelot's hair and then starts to bite at his forehead. Lancelot starts to bleed from above his left eye as Vodoa hits him with a drop kick to the side of the face!
Vega: Bob is busted wide open from that kick!
The blood trickles from Bob's face as he crawls to the corner of the ring and tries to pull himself up on the turnbuckle as Vodoa mocks him and swaggers over towards Bob, spitting on him and slapping him hard across the face!
Tito: Vodoa really dislikes Lancelot!
Vega: Lancelot is getting his ass kicked here.
Tito: Lets not forget Lancelot was in a life-threatening car accident only a few weeks ago, doctors said he might never wrestle again!
Vega: Lancelot is stupid if you ask me!
Vodoa trash talks Lancelot and slaps him again, but this time Bob catches Vodoa's hand and shoves him backwards onto his ass, Lancelot then stalks Vodoa and as he gets up Lancelot gores him back to the matt!
Bill: Lancelot is finally fighting back!
Vodoa gets to his feet again but Lancelot knocks him down with a clothesline, this happens another two times before Lancelot hits Vodoa with a DDT and then rolls outside of the ring to get a steel chair!!
Bill: Lancelot is getting hardcore, thats how he likes it!
Vega: Lancelot is going to get disqualified thats what he's getting!
Lancelot grabs the chair from ringside and rolls back into the ring with it the ref tustles with Bob and takes the chair away from him and as he does Clair tosses a fork to Lancelot which he uses quickly to jab Vodoa in the forehead whilst the ref's back is turned!! Vodoa starts to bleed heavily.
Tito: Lancelot used the fork!!!
Lancelot covers Vodoa
1........
2..........
Kickout by Vodoa!
Lancelot states to the ref that it was a three count but the ref still says it was two, whilst Bob is argueing with the ref, Vodoa low blows Bob from behind and the ref didn't see!
Tito: Now that is low!
Vega: What, and using a fork isn't??
Vodoa rolls Bob up with a schoolboy.
1............
2......................
Bob kicks out!!
Vega: What that was three!?!?
Vodoa yells at the ref in disbelief as Bob pulls himself to his feet.
Bob stands up and spins Vodoa around, but Vodoa ducks underneath Bob's arm and hooks Bob under for "The Trumpet Solo", a cradle piledriver! Vodoa lifts Bob up and slams him down onto the mat, Vodoa then drops down onto Bob and covers him.
1........
2.............
3.......................
Tito: Vodoa with an impressive and dominating win over Lancelot!
Vodoa rolls out of the ring and grabs The White Dove and then exits up the ramp as Claire checks on Lancelot.
Tito: This night just keeps flying by. We can't even take a breath, as we hit Burden vs Salazar.
Opening chords start up, when the song blasts into full pace the stage set basically explodes in a shower of sparks.
Head: Coming out first ? Tobias ?The Heartless? Burden
Tobias walks out calmly, wearing his specialty t-shirt, he walks down, occasionally giving a fan a high five, but other than that remaining completely calm.
Tobias slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring, he crouches low and does a double cut-throat motion as the fans through orange streamers into the ring, littering the entire area, after the majority of streamers are thrown, Tobias walks back to his own corners, takes off his shirt, tosses it into the crowd, and awaits his opponent/waits for the bell to ring.
Head: And his opponent ? Salazar Tyrenus
The lights go out completely as dark green and red lights circle the arena and the stage swirls up in mist as whispers echo through the speakers...
A cackling voice roars "Forever" with conviction, and then the lights are out again...
"Still D.R.E." by Dr. Dre plays as the crowd already goes ape shit just at hearing the music and a figure appears on the stage covered within the mist. Salazar appears with a huge steel chain draped across his arm and surveys the stage through his black sunglasses as the crowd?s shocked reactions turn to huge jeers. Salazar makes his way down to the ring slowly surveying all around him with a look of malice as he climbs in and poses on all 4 turnbuckles with both his arms outstretched, while he invites the cold reception from the fans?
The ref rings the bell as the two lock up. Sal uses his size to toss Tobias to the mat. Tobias bounces off and rolls to the ropes to catch himself. Sal quickly tries to take advantage but Tobias rolls out of the ring to get away. Sal rolls out and chases him but Tobias rolls in on another side and kicks Sal as he rolls back in.
Tito: Tobias seems to have outsmarted Salazar there
Winfield: Well no one claimed Sal was smart
Vega: That?s the truth
Tobias continues his onslaught by locking in a armbar and twisting the shoulder. Sal shows a look of pain but manoeuvres his way to his feet to land a clothesline on Burden. Sal picks Burden up and tosses him to the ropes landing another clothesline.
Sal then climbs the turnbuckle and attempts the Unholy Fire (Swanton Bomb) but Tobias rolls out of the way as Salazar lands hard on his back. Both try to get to their feet and as they do Tobias is able to hit several European Uppercuts the send Sal back against the ropes. Tobias goes for enough but Sal ducks and pushes Tobias into the ropes. Tobias falls back into Sal?s arms and Sal hits a german suplex. Tobias bounces off the mat as Sal picks him up and tosses him to the ropes.
Sal tries to catch his opponent but Tobias ducks and quickly stops behind his opponent.
Tito: This match is going back and forth folks
Winfield: I?m not sure either guy knows what they are doing here tonight.
Sal turns around and walks into a ?Dangerous STO?. Sal?s head hits hard and Tobias quickly goes for the cover.
1?2?3
Tito: It?s over and Tobias Burden advances
Tobias has his hand raised as ?Violent Reaction" by American Head Charge plays.
*Commercial*
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Posted 29 April 2006 - 09:53 PM
**QR for Redman vs Schnitzel**
Both men enter the ring and start to square off, Schnitzel gets the upper hand and starts to lay in various punch and kicks to the head of Redman. He continues this for a good while before Redman fires back with a strong counter offencive. Redman then whips Schnitzel into the ropes, he then kicks him hard in the stomach before setting him up for a devistating power bomb. Redman picks up the win with the devistating powerbomb.
**End QR for Redman vs Schnitzel**
"Lucia vs Zophar" from Noriyuki Iwadare plays as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke rises from three small spots on both sides of the entrance. The lights become a dark purple shade as Ghalleon and Sammie make their way through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon stops in front of the entrance and lowers his head. He extends his arms out just a little bit above his shoulders. He throws his head back and raises his arms higher. Fireworks go off down to the entrance ramp as he walks to the ring with Sammie. Crim and Saphron also come out and to the ring with them. Ghalleon raises a microphone to his mouth and speaks.
Ghalleon: For two years I've busted my ass for this company and it goes down the crapper. I'm not going to stand around here and let my legacy in TKOW go down the crapper just because I didn't fit in with everyone else. Section 8 is a big example of this. I never fit into their, cliq, I just wasn't what they where looking for I guess.
The fans boo as Ghalleon looks around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face.
Ghalleon: You idiots rather see some tallentless oaf like Soulfly as the champion? Or our current Tag-Team Champions, look at them, they're nothing without Mingla to guide them around. I know you're all stupid but this is a new low. It proves that the people standing with me here are far beyond anything that your puny minds can comprehend-
"Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu blares through the arena and the Birds of Prey appear on the stage, Lady Hawke in the lead with Griffen and Aello following close behind. Griffen lifts a mic to speak.
Matt: Hold on now. Fit into Section 8? When were you ever a part of it, Ghalleon? You were made the offer but never accepted. So now who has the puny mind and appears the moron?
LH whistles loudly and folds her arms beneath her breasts. Aello moves to stand beside Griffen.
Ghalleon shakes his head back and forth in a no mannor as he looks on at the group of three. He then stops, looks back at Crim and then back towards the Birds.
Ghalleon: Apparently some people don't listen. I wouldn't have fitted in even if I did join. Maybe I didn't actually join, I was an ally. But now that I've seen the true ways of you and rest of these people, I can safely say that I'm better off without Section 8.
Ghalleon bends his arm and tosses the mic back at Crim.
Crim: You three lackeys listen up and listen good. If Master Ghalleon says that he wouldn't have fitted in, then he wouldn't have. If anything, I set back and see that you Lady Hawke and you Matt Griffen are holding all the lime light away from the other tag-teams in this company. Like my brother and myself.
The crowd chants asshole rather loudly as Crim gives off a quick and sharp 'hmph'. It was as if he could care less that they where chanting that. Saphron then goes to the ropes, extends his right arm out and gets another mic for Ghalleon. He passes it to him so that he could talk.
Ghalleon: I can't belive that you three have the guts to come out here and try to make me look stupid. Maybe you birds are flying too close to the sun, your brains must be baked by now with all the crap that Phoenix keeps feeding you.
LH snorts while Aello?s face turns slightly pink, although it?s not that noticeable from a distance.
Matt: *grinning* Since when do we have to try to make you look stupid, Ghalleon? You do it all for us. As for the hogging the tag team limelight, you boys obviously have not proven yourselves very skilled or talented if us just standing here upstages you. I tell you what? you want to go up against us, bring it on. We?re ready.
Griffen lowers the mic and motions for the women to walk with him toward the ring.
Crim quickly raises the mic up in a retaliation.
Crim: I don't need to prove anything you to you three. My brother and I are more than talented, capable and able to beat you. Any time, any place. This isn't some A Violent Reaction crap that we'll beat you and befrend you. No, we'll beat you and leave you in the puddles of your own blood!
Ghalleon: You want to prove something, birds? Prove to me that your call is louder than your challenge. Next week, how about one of you fight one of us in this ring? How does that fair to you three?
Griffen lifts the mic again as the Birds reach the ring apron.
Matt: Oh, you mean it'd take all of you *motioning those in the ring* to hold your own against just one of us?
Aello snickers quietly while Griffen laughs out loud. LH glares at Ghalleon.
Ghalleon: You moron. Do I have to act like your leader to get a point across to you? How about this. You and me next week, Matt Griffen.
Matt: Awww... we have to wait an entire week?
Griffen shrugs, obviously amused with Ghalleon.
Matt: Let's see if we can get it done. The Birds of Prey and Phoenix have already defeated you and yours once. I look forward to this.
Ghalleon: You talk to your boss, you guys may have beaten me once. But that sure doesn't mean anything the second time around. Its about time someone did some clipping of those wings, bird boy.
Matt: *grinning once more* You really should get checked out, you know. I think you're confusing me with Phoenix.
Griffen and the ladies head down the ramp and around the ring.
Matt: Just don't forget, Ghalleon, you can try to clip my wings, but a gryphon has more than just those. Now if you don't mind, there's a match ready to get underway.
Ghalleon: You do that then. Hovel back to your nest and sharpen those claws, Griffen. I am the Pale Rider, and I won't back down from some low lying creature such as yourself. Maybe next week these morons can see a good fight for once. Come on guys, we're heading back to the back.
Richard Head: The first competitor to the ring for this three way match is Section 8 member and one-third of the Birds of Prey, The Winged Maiden, AELLO!
?Playboy? Bill Jakes eyes Aello?s tight but full-figured body in her form-fitting halter bodysuit, his interest in her evident.
?Playboy? Bill Jakes: I think I?m going to have to take a break after this match and check on stuff backstage.
Tito Poppi: This is one of only a couple matches in TKOW with her first being a competitor in the first and only SCW Invitational. *noting where Jakes is looking* You better think twice about that. Remember, she?s a Bird of Prey and Section 8.
Tito nods to the Khaostron which is showing the scene backstage where the other two Birds of Prey, dressed in their ring attire and accompanied by Dr. Cliff Hawke, turn to a monitor as Kid Styles walks away from them. The crowd pops.
Jakes: I don?t have to worry about those losers. .
Tito: The Birds haven?t been seen since their title loss to AVR. I wonder if this means they?re back?
Vega Dominguez: Damn! Where those dodos are, Phoenix isn?t far behind!
"Myself" By Maroon 5 fills the arena, signaling the arrival of Kid Styles. He emerges from behind the curtains.
Richard Head: Our next competitor is from Orlando, Florida. He?s 5?7? and weighs 149 pounds, a member of Section 8 and former SCW Cup holder, KID STYLES!
Kid stops and looks from one side of the arena toward the fans then to the other, grinning as he hears various female fans whistle at him. He then walks down the aisle, tagging the hands of various fans on the way. He slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He jumps to his feet then arches his back trying to stretch as he gets ready for his match. The crowd cheers him loudly.
Tito: We?ll see tonight if Styles has recovered from that title loss to Jason Taylor at Aggressive Behavior back in that Elimination match in August.
Jakes: That little pipsqueak has little chance against the last competitor. *watching Aello* Totally unlike how I?m going to pluck her naked after the show.
Vega: Like that will ever happen.
Jakes: It could!
"Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence hits. After about twenty seconds SYSFI appears on the ramp. He takes his time walking down the rampway.
Richard Head: And our final competitor for this match, standing at 6?11?, weighing 320 pounds, and hailing from parts unknown? SYSFI!
SYSFI stops about seven feet before the ring. The camera spans around him slowly as he scans the ring, the referee and his opponents. He then enters the ring and waits in his corner.
Tito: SYSFI just came off a loss to Nate Redman at the last Aggressive Behavior. We?ll see if he can redeem himself here tonight against two Section 8 members, Kid Styles and Aello.
Styles and Aello nod to one another and turn to face SYSFI as the ref calls for the bell after checking SYSFI.
Tito: It appears Aello and Styles are up to something.
Jakes: *leering* I?d like to be up to something with her.
Styles and Aello approach SYSFI from opposite directions. He glances back and forth between his two opponents warily, moving toward Aello who is close to the ropes and stepping up on them for an apparent attack.
Jakes: SYSFI has made a good choice, going after the woman first. I?ll have it easy?uh, he?ll have an easy win over Styles if he can get Aello out of the picture.
Tito: I wouldn?t be so sure about that, Bill.
Seeing his large opponent heading for Aello, Styles goes after him, running at the big guy. SYSFI attempts a Big Boot but Styles dodges, dropping to the mat and taking out SYSFI?s other leg with a sweep. Styles rolls clear as he begins to fall and Aello immediately takes advantage of the situation, springboarding off the second rope, grabbing SYSFI, and taking him down even harder with a swinging neckbreaker. She gets clear of SYSFI and she and Styles give each other a quick low-five.
Tito: Styles showing his speed and agility there.
SYSFI shakes his head and coldly eyes them as he regains his feet. Aello moves in and tries a jumping spin kick but he throws his arm out, blocking it, and throws her leg down. He steps in and grabs her as she touches the mat with one hand and hops on one leg to regain her balance. SYSFI jerks her into his body, applies a half nelson and follows through with a half-nelson suplex. SYSFI rolls to his hands and knees and moves to stand.
Vega: The stupid Section 8 bitch?
Meanwhile, Styles has climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and surprises the big man with a super flying elbow drop, taking SYSFI back down, drawing a pop from the crowd and the start of a ?KID!? chant. Aello rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up, rotating her shoulders and shaking her head. SYSFI stands again. Aello wastes no time and climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off with Festinate just as Styles moves out of the way.
Jakes: I wish she?d jump on me.
Vega: Shut up, Bill.
Tito: Aello and Styles showing good teamwork here to try to wear down SYSFI.
Styles, already up, again climbs the turnbuckle and, just as SYSFI stands, hits him with the West Coast Pop. The crowd eats it up, cheering loudly. Styles goes for the pin. SYSFI kicks out with authority at two, tossing Styles nearly across the ring. SYSFI rises to his feet and glares. Aello climbs the ropes again. SYSFI charges, pulling her off the ropes and powerbombs her onto the apron. She bounces and flips over the edge to the floor.
Meanwhile SYSFI turns and stalks Styles around the ring, anger growing in his face. Kid tries to bulldog him but it?s ineffective against his much larger opponent. SYSFI grabs Styles, picks him up, and delivers a facebuster. He swiftly picks Styles up a second time and goes for his finisher.
Jakes: SYSFI looking to eliminate Styles with the Crush Injury while the lady is out of the ring. He could win the match right here!
SYSFI pins Kid and the ref drops to count but, before he can, Aello breaks the pin following it up with putting SYSFI into the Trip to Tartarus before he can do anything. Kid wiggles and sluggishly pulls himself out from under SYSFI. Aello cranks back. Getting to his feet, Kid grabs one of SYSFI?s legs and tries to apply a one-leg Boston crab.
Vega: Section 8 ganging up on their opponent. REF! That shouldn?t be allowed!
The ref asks SYSFI if he wants to submit. He yells a denial and kicks his legs up and down, pulling Kid forward. He kicks Styles with both feet and not much power but it?s enough to bump him into Aello, causing her hold to loosen. SYSFI takes advantage and frees himself, throwing his opponent to the mat in the process.
Jakes: And SYSFI escapes Aello?s clutches. I wouldn?t?
Aello climbs to her feet and pulls Styles to the other side of the ring. Rubbing his head, Kid jerks away from her, apparently upset. She points at SYSFI while saying something to Styles. His expression fades to minor annoyance as he shakes his head, afterwards nodding to something else she says. The crowd chants again, only this time it?s ?KID? and ?AELLO!? (chanted as ?K- I- D, A- L- O?)
Tito: The crowd is really behind Kid Styles, and now even starting to support Aello.
SYSFI comes up behind Aello as Kid tries to shove her out of his path, but the bigger man grabs her and whips her forcefully into the turnbuckle. She slams into it with her left side. She slowly slides down to the mat holding that side with both hands. SYSFI goes for Styles but Kid darts to the side. SYSFI spins and snatches him holding him in a side headlock. Kid kicks and struggles to get away. Aello regains her feet behind SYSFI and Styles. She winces as she climbs the ropes and leaps off the top one with Thunderstrike, hitting SYSFI squarely in the head with her feet. They all end up on the mat, Styles thrown to the side near the ropes and Aello lying over SYSFI. The ref drops to count
Tito: Aello once again coming to help Styles and she could possibly eliminate SYSFI right now.
Ref: One?
Two?
SYSFI throws Aello off and begins rising up. Kid jumps up and climbs the ropes as Aello gets to her hands and knees. Kid dives off with a Frog Splash onto SYSFI. He goes for the cover.
Ref: One?
Two?
Thr-
SYSFI gets a shoulder up and knocks Styles to the side and under the ropes, off the apron and into the floor. He rolls over and grabs for Aello but she kicks and gets to her feet out of reach. He follows and stalks her to a corner. As he moves in she turns and does Harpy?s Glee (corner backflip kick).
Jakes: Damn, Aello sure plays hard to get.
SYSFI stumbles very unsteadily toward the center of the ring. Seeing his opportunity, Kid springs from the top rope with Playtime?s Over. He goes for the pin and the ref drops to count.
Tito: Kid?s gone for the Playtime?s Over!! This could be it!
Ref: One?
Aello turns and sees the pin and dives at Kid Styles and SYSFI.
Vega: SYSFI get up! Don?t let that little brat beat you!
Ref: Two?
Thr-
Aello breaks the pin and SYSFI knocks them both away. SYSFI stands just in time for Kid to hit him with a hurricanrana but he counters it, stands him up, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound he Big Boots Styles, snatches him up with one hand by the throat, steps over the ropes onto the apron and chokeslams Kid to the floor.
Jakes: SYSFI?s just manhandling Styles there. Wish I could handle Aello?
Vega: ?
SYSFI turns just in time to be hit by a roundhouse kick by Aello. He grabs the ropes and keeps from falling off and steps back in. She attacks with a jumping standing headscissors but can?t pull him on over. He grabs hold of her arms and sloppily piledrives her. He drops for the pin.
Ref: One?
Two-
Styles reaches in and puts Aello?s foot on the rope breaking the count. SYSFI, obviously now pissed, gets up and stalks Kid, who dashes around the side of the ring on the outside, looking to climb back in away from his much larger opponent.
Jakes: SYSFI very much upset that Styles cost him the pin and stalks him for payback.
Aello makes it slowly to her feet and sees Kid on the apron, SYSFI nearly to him. She runs, jumps and hits SYSFI in the mid back with a double mule kick as he leans over the top rope reaching for Styles who had just jumped back. He leans heavily over the ropes, struggling not to fall out, Kid pointing and laughing at him. Aello hits the mat and sweeps his feet out from under him and pushing his legs up with hers. He flips over the ropes onto the apron, his feet touching the floor. Styles goes to slide in but SYSFI grabs him and powerbombs him to the floor. Aello leaps off the apron and downs SYSFI with a tornado DDT. They all lie there not moving for a few moments.
Tito: Looks like they?re all wearing down here. It?s been a rough match for Aello and Kid and SYSFI has been taking it rough from both of them, too.
They all stir, Aello and SYSFI both pull themselves up. SYSFI sees Kid and chokeslams him for good measure and then follows Aello back into the ring, both just rolling in and lying there next to one another?she on her back and he on his stomach. SYSFI pulls himself up to his hands and knees. Suddenly Aello hits him with the Taser and throws an arm over him. The ref drops to count as Kid stands up near the barrier.
Ref: One?
Two?
Kid darts to the apron.
Ref: Three!
The ref calls for the bell, pulls Aello up and raises her hand as the winner. Kid pounds his fists into the apron angrily several times, then shakes his head. He rolls in and stands, moving over to congratulate Aello with a handshake and a smile.
Vega: That is sooo sickening?
SYSFI rouses up, sees what?s happened and gets to his feet. He grabs Aello from behind and raises her over his head in press and tosses her out of the ring with a yell and goes after Styles. Lady Hawke dashes down the ramp, followed by Griffen and Cliff. Aello hits the floor in a heap and rolls into the barrier near the announcers? desk. The crowd clamors with boos. LH runs to the ring and jumps up on the apron near Kid.
Tito: Actually? THAT was sickening.
Seeing Aello hit, Kid?s eyes go wide. His face takes on an angry expression and making a fist with one hand and slamming into his other palm, looking as if he?s going after the giant. LH reaches in and pulls a protesting Kid through the ropes and out of SYSFI?s reach. She jumps off with a struggling Kid to the floor and takes him to Aello. SYSFI slides out of the ring after them but by this time Griffen has arrived and blocks him. SYSFI tries to go around but Griffen won?t allow it and SYSFI attacks him. The two big men start slugging it out as security appears.
Vega: The damn dodos sticking their noses in where it doesn?t belong. I hope Fly sees this. Something needs to be done!
Jakes: *standing* Ahem? I think I?ll check on the lady.
At Aello?s side LH turns and glares at Jakes with an ?I Dare You? look.
Jakes: *sitting back down* Uhm. Maybe not.
Kid calms a bit and motions the fans to give Aello, who is trying to sit up against the barrier and being attended to by Cliff, some room.
Tito: We?ll go to commercial while Security cleans this up.
**commercial**
Both men enter the ring and start to square off, Schnitzel gets the upper hand and starts to lay in various punch and kicks to the head of Redman. He continues this for a good while before Redman fires back with a strong counter offencive. Redman then whips Schnitzel into the ropes, he then kicks him hard in the stomach before setting him up for a devistating power bomb. Redman picks up the win with the devistating powerbomb.
**End QR for Redman vs Schnitzel**
"Lucia vs Zophar" from Noriyuki Iwadare plays as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke rises from three small spots on both sides of the entrance. The lights become a dark purple shade as Ghalleon and Sammie make their way through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon stops in front of the entrance and lowers his head. He extends his arms out just a little bit above his shoulders. He throws his head back and raises his arms higher. Fireworks go off down to the entrance ramp as he walks to the ring with Sammie. Crim and Saphron also come out and to the ring with them. Ghalleon raises a microphone to his mouth and speaks.
Ghalleon: For two years I've busted my ass for this company and it goes down the crapper. I'm not going to stand around here and let my legacy in TKOW go down the crapper just because I didn't fit in with everyone else. Section 8 is a big example of this. I never fit into their, cliq, I just wasn't what they where looking for I guess.
The fans boo as Ghalleon looks around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face.
Ghalleon: You idiots rather see some tallentless oaf like Soulfly as the champion? Or our current Tag-Team Champions, look at them, they're nothing without Mingla to guide them around. I know you're all stupid but this is a new low. It proves that the people standing with me here are far beyond anything that your puny minds can comprehend-
"Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu blares through the arena and the Birds of Prey appear on the stage, Lady Hawke in the lead with Griffen and Aello following close behind. Griffen lifts a mic to speak.
Matt: Hold on now. Fit into Section 8? When were you ever a part of it, Ghalleon? You were made the offer but never accepted. So now who has the puny mind and appears the moron?
LH whistles loudly and folds her arms beneath her breasts. Aello moves to stand beside Griffen.
Ghalleon shakes his head back and forth in a no mannor as he looks on at the group of three. He then stops, looks back at Crim and then back towards the Birds.
Ghalleon: Apparently some people don't listen. I wouldn't have fitted in even if I did join. Maybe I didn't actually join, I was an ally. But now that I've seen the true ways of you and rest of these people, I can safely say that I'm better off without Section 8.
Ghalleon bends his arm and tosses the mic back at Crim.
Crim: You three lackeys listen up and listen good. If Master Ghalleon says that he wouldn't have fitted in, then he wouldn't have. If anything, I set back and see that you Lady Hawke and you Matt Griffen are holding all the lime light away from the other tag-teams in this company. Like my brother and myself.
The crowd chants asshole rather loudly as Crim gives off a quick and sharp 'hmph'. It was as if he could care less that they where chanting that. Saphron then goes to the ropes, extends his right arm out and gets another mic for Ghalleon. He passes it to him so that he could talk.
Ghalleon: I can't belive that you three have the guts to come out here and try to make me look stupid. Maybe you birds are flying too close to the sun, your brains must be baked by now with all the crap that Phoenix keeps feeding you.
LH snorts while Aello?s face turns slightly pink, although it?s not that noticeable from a distance.
Matt: *grinning* Since when do we have to try to make you look stupid, Ghalleon? You do it all for us. As for the hogging the tag team limelight, you boys obviously have not proven yourselves very skilled or talented if us just standing here upstages you. I tell you what? you want to go up against us, bring it on. We?re ready.
Griffen lowers the mic and motions for the women to walk with him toward the ring.
Crim quickly raises the mic up in a retaliation.
Crim: I don't need to prove anything you to you three. My brother and I are more than talented, capable and able to beat you. Any time, any place. This isn't some A Violent Reaction crap that we'll beat you and befrend you. No, we'll beat you and leave you in the puddles of your own blood!
Ghalleon: You want to prove something, birds? Prove to me that your call is louder than your challenge. Next week, how about one of you fight one of us in this ring? How does that fair to you three?
Griffen lifts the mic again as the Birds reach the ring apron.
Matt: Oh, you mean it'd take all of you *motioning those in the ring* to hold your own against just one of us?
Aello snickers quietly while Griffen laughs out loud. LH glares at Ghalleon.
Ghalleon: You moron. Do I have to act like your leader to get a point across to you? How about this. You and me next week, Matt Griffen.
Matt: Awww... we have to wait an entire week?
Griffen shrugs, obviously amused with Ghalleon.
Matt: Let's see if we can get it done. The Birds of Prey and Phoenix have already defeated you and yours once. I look forward to this.
Ghalleon: You talk to your boss, you guys may have beaten me once. But that sure doesn't mean anything the second time around. Its about time someone did some clipping of those wings, bird boy.
Matt: *grinning once more* You really should get checked out, you know. I think you're confusing me with Phoenix.
Griffen and the ladies head down the ramp and around the ring.
Matt: Just don't forget, Ghalleon, you can try to clip my wings, but a gryphon has more than just those. Now if you don't mind, there's a match ready to get underway.
Ghalleon: You do that then. Hovel back to your nest and sharpen those claws, Griffen. I am the Pale Rider, and I won't back down from some low lying creature such as yourself. Maybe next week these morons can see a good fight for once. Come on guys, we're heading back to the back.
Richard Head: The first competitor to the ring for this three way match is Section 8 member and one-third of the Birds of Prey, The Winged Maiden, AELLO!
?Playboy? Bill Jakes eyes Aello?s tight but full-figured body in her form-fitting halter bodysuit, his interest in her evident.
?Playboy? Bill Jakes: I think I?m going to have to take a break after this match and check on stuff backstage.
Tito Poppi: This is one of only a couple matches in TKOW with her first being a competitor in the first and only SCW Invitational. *noting where Jakes is looking* You better think twice about that. Remember, she?s a Bird of Prey and Section 8.
Tito nods to the Khaostron which is showing the scene backstage where the other two Birds of Prey, dressed in their ring attire and accompanied by Dr. Cliff Hawke, turn to a monitor as Kid Styles walks away from them. The crowd pops.
Jakes: I don?t have to worry about those losers. .
Tito: The Birds haven?t been seen since their title loss to AVR. I wonder if this means they?re back?
Vega Dominguez: Damn! Where those dodos are, Phoenix isn?t far behind!
"Myself" By Maroon 5 fills the arena, signaling the arrival of Kid Styles. He emerges from behind the curtains.
Richard Head: Our next competitor is from Orlando, Florida. He?s 5?7? and weighs 149 pounds, a member of Section 8 and former SCW Cup holder, KID STYLES!
Kid stops and looks from one side of the arena toward the fans then to the other, grinning as he hears various female fans whistle at him. He then walks down the aisle, tagging the hands of various fans on the way. He slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He jumps to his feet then arches his back trying to stretch as he gets ready for his match. The crowd cheers him loudly.
Tito: We?ll see tonight if Styles has recovered from that title loss to Jason Taylor at Aggressive Behavior back in that Elimination match in August.
Jakes: That little pipsqueak has little chance against the last competitor. *watching Aello* Totally unlike how I?m going to pluck her naked after the show.
Vega: Like that will ever happen.
Jakes: It could!
"Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence hits. After about twenty seconds SYSFI appears on the ramp. He takes his time walking down the rampway.
Richard Head: And our final competitor for this match, standing at 6?11?, weighing 320 pounds, and hailing from parts unknown? SYSFI!
SYSFI stops about seven feet before the ring. The camera spans around him slowly as he scans the ring, the referee and his opponents. He then enters the ring and waits in his corner.
Tito: SYSFI just came off a loss to Nate Redman at the last Aggressive Behavior. We?ll see if he can redeem himself here tonight against two Section 8 members, Kid Styles and Aello.
Styles and Aello nod to one another and turn to face SYSFI as the ref calls for the bell after checking SYSFI.
Tito: It appears Aello and Styles are up to something.
Jakes: *leering* I?d like to be up to something with her.
Styles and Aello approach SYSFI from opposite directions. He glances back and forth between his two opponents warily, moving toward Aello who is close to the ropes and stepping up on them for an apparent attack.
Jakes: SYSFI has made a good choice, going after the woman first. I?ll have it easy?uh, he?ll have an easy win over Styles if he can get Aello out of the picture.
Tito: I wouldn?t be so sure about that, Bill.
Seeing his large opponent heading for Aello, Styles goes after him, running at the big guy. SYSFI attempts a Big Boot but Styles dodges, dropping to the mat and taking out SYSFI?s other leg with a sweep. Styles rolls clear as he begins to fall and Aello immediately takes advantage of the situation, springboarding off the second rope, grabbing SYSFI, and taking him down even harder with a swinging neckbreaker. She gets clear of SYSFI and she and Styles give each other a quick low-five.
Tito: Styles showing his speed and agility there.
SYSFI shakes his head and coldly eyes them as he regains his feet. Aello moves in and tries a jumping spin kick but he throws his arm out, blocking it, and throws her leg down. He steps in and grabs her as she touches the mat with one hand and hops on one leg to regain her balance. SYSFI jerks her into his body, applies a half nelson and follows through with a half-nelson suplex. SYSFI rolls to his hands and knees and moves to stand.
Vega: The stupid Section 8 bitch?
Meanwhile, Styles has climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and surprises the big man with a super flying elbow drop, taking SYSFI back down, drawing a pop from the crowd and the start of a ?KID!? chant. Aello rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up, rotating her shoulders and shaking her head. SYSFI stands again. Aello wastes no time and climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off with Festinate just as Styles moves out of the way.
Jakes: I wish she?d jump on me.
Vega: Shut up, Bill.
Tito: Aello and Styles showing good teamwork here to try to wear down SYSFI.
Styles, already up, again climbs the turnbuckle and, just as SYSFI stands, hits him with the West Coast Pop. The crowd eats it up, cheering loudly. Styles goes for the pin. SYSFI kicks out with authority at two, tossing Styles nearly across the ring. SYSFI rises to his feet and glares. Aello climbs the ropes again. SYSFI charges, pulling her off the ropes and powerbombs her onto the apron. She bounces and flips over the edge to the floor.
Meanwhile SYSFI turns and stalks Styles around the ring, anger growing in his face. Kid tries to bulldog him but it?s ineffective against his much larger opponent. SYSFI grabs Styles, picks him up, and delivers a facebuster. He swiftly picks Styles up a second time and goes for his finisher.
Jakes: SYSFI looking to eliminate Styles with the Crush Injury while the lady is out of the ring. He could win the match right here!
SYSFI pins Kid and the ref drops to count but, before he can, Aello breaks the pin following it up with putting SYSFI into the Trip to Tartarus before he can do anything. Kid wiggles and sluggishly pulls himself out from under SYSFI. Aello cranks back. Getting to his feet, Kid grabs one of SYSFI?s legs and tries to apply a one-leg Boston crab.
Vega: Section 8 ganging up on their opponent. REF! That shouldn?t be allowed!
The ref asks SYSFI if he wants to submit. He yells a denial and kicks his legs up and down, pulling Kid forward. He kicks Styles with both feet and not much power but it?s enough to bump him into Aello, causing her hold to loosen. SYSFI takes advantage and frees himself, throwing his opponent to the mat in the process.
Jakes: And SYSFI escapes Aello?s clutches. I wouldn?t?
Aello climbs to her feet and pulls Styles to the other side of the ring. Rubbing his head, Kid jerks away from her, apparently upset. She points at SYSFI while saying something to Styles. His expression fades to minor annoyance as he shakes his head, afterwards nodding to something else she says. The crowd chants again, only this time it?s ?KID? and ?AELLO!? (chanted as ?K- I- D, A- L- O?)
Tito: The crowd is really behind Kid Styles, and now even starting to support Aello.
SYSFI comes up behind Aello as Kid tries to shove her out of his path, but the bigger man grabs her and whips her forcefully into the turnbuckle. She slams into it with her left side. She slowly slides down to the mat holding that side with both hands. SYSFI goes for Styles but Kid darts to the side. SYSFI spins and snatches him holding him in a side headlock. Kid kicks and struggles to get away. Aello regains her feet behind SYSFI and Styles. She winces as she climbs the ropes and leaps off the top one with Thunderstrike, hitting SYSFI squarely in the head with her feet. They all end up on the mat, Styles thrown to the side near the ropes and Aello lying over SYSFI. The ref drops to count
Tito: Aello once again coming to help Styles and she could possibly eliminate SYSFI right now.
Ref: One?
Two?
SYSFI throws Aello off and begins rising up. Kid jumps up and climbs the ropes as Aello gets to her hands and knees. Kid dives off with a Frog Splash onto SYSFI. He goes for the cover.
Ref: One?
Two?
Thr-
SYSFI gets a shoulder up and knocks Styles to the side and under the ropes, off the apron and into the floor. He rolls over and grabs for Aello but she kicks and gets to her feet out of reach. He follows and stalks her to a corner. As he moves in she turns and does Harpy?s Glee (corner backflip kick).
Jakes: Damn, Aello sure plays hard to get.
SYSFI stumbles very unsteadily toward the center of the ring. Seeing his opportunity, Kid springs from the top rope with Playtime?s Over. He goes for the pin and the ref drops to count.
Tito: Kid?s gone for the Playtime?s Over!! This could be it!
Ref: One?
Aello turns and sees the pin and dives at Kid Styles and SYSFI.
Vega: SYSFI get up! Don?t let that little brat beat you!
Ref: Two?
Thr-
Aello breaks the pin and SYSFI knocks them both away. SYSFI stands just in time for Kid to hit him with a hurricanrana but he counters it, stands him up, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound he Big Boots Styles, snatches him up with one hand by the throat, steps over the ropes onto the apron and chokeslams Kid to the floor.
Jakes: SYSFI?s just manhandling Styles there. Wish I could handle Aello?
Vega: ?
SYSFI turns just in time to be hit by a roundhouse kick by Aello. He grabs the ropes and keeps from falling off and steps back in. She attacks with a jumping standing headscissors but can?t pull him on over. He grabs hold of her arms and sloppily piledrives her. He drops for the pin.
Ref: One?
Two-
Styles reaches in and puts Aello?s foot on the rope breaking the count. SYSFI, obviously now pissed, gets up and stalks Kid, who dashes around the side of the ring on the outside, looking to climb back in away from his much larger opponent.
Jakes: SYSFI very much upset that Styles cost him the pin and stalks him for payback.
Aello makes it slowly to her feet and sees Kid on the apron, SYSFI nearly to him. She runs, jumps and hits SYSFI in the mid back with a double mule kick as he leans over the top rope reaching for Styles who had just jumped back. He leans heavily over the ropes, struggling not to fall out, Kid pointing and laughing at him. Aello hits the mat and sweeps his feet out from under him and pushing his legs up with hers. He flips over the ropes onto the apron, his feet touching the floor. Styles goes to slide in but SYSFI grabs him and powerbombs him to the floor. Aello leaps off the apron and downs SYSFI with a tornado DDT. They all lie there not moving for a few moments.
Tito: Looks like they?re all wearing down here. It?s been a rough match for Aello and Kid and SYSFI has been taking it rough from both of them, too.
They all stir, Aello and SYSFI both pull themselves up. SYSFI sees Kid and chokeslams him for good measure and then follows Aello back into the ring, both just rolling in and lying there next to one another?she on her back and he on his stomach. SYSFI pulls himself up to his hands and knees. Suddenly Aello hits him with the Taser and throws an arm over him. The ref drops to count as Kid stands up near the barrier.
Ref: One?
Two?
Kid darts to the apron.
Ref: Three!
The ref calls for the bell, pulls Aello up and raises her hand as the winner. Kid pounds his fists into the apron angrily several times, then shakes his head. He rolls in and stands, moving over to congratulate Aello with a handshake and a smile.
Vega: That is sooo sickening?
SYSFI rouses up, sees what?s happened and gets to his feet. He grabs Aello from behind and raises her over his head in press and tosses her out of the ring with a yell and goes after Styles. Lady Hawke dashes down the ramp, followed by Griffen and Cliff. Aello hits the floor in a heap and rolls into the barrier near the announcers? desk. The crowd clamors with boos. LH runs to the ring and jumps up on the apron near Kid.
Tito: Actually? THAT was sickening.
Seeing Aello hit, Kid?s eyes go wide. His face takes on an angry expression and making a fist with one hand and slamming into his other palm, looking as if he?s going after the giant. LH reaches in and pulls a protesting Kid through the ropes and out of SYSFI?s reach. She jumps off with a struggling Kid to the floor and takes him to Aello. SYSFI slides out of the ring after them but by this time Griffen has arrived and blocks him. SYSFI tries to go around but Griffen won?t allow it and SYSFI attacks him. The two big men start slugging it out as security appears.
Vega: The damn dodos sticking their noses in where it doesn?t belong. I hope Fly sees this. Something needs to be done!
Jakes: *standing* Ahem? I think I?ll check on the lady.
At Aello?s side LH turns and glares at Jakes with an ?I Dare You? look.
Jakes: *sitting back down* Uhm. Maybe not.
Kid calms a bit and motions the fans to give Aello, who is trying to sit up against the barrier and being attended to by Cliff, some room.
Tito: We?ll go to commercial while Security cleans this up.
**commercial**
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That's How We Roll
Posted 29 April 2006 - 09:57 PM
As the soft music comes on, Cody comes out. He wears a black shirt that clings tight to his body. On the titan tron we see Cody standing there, his back to the Camera, down his arm a single stream of blood trickles down Cody, he lifts his head up and turns to face the Camera, just as the real Cody begins to make his way down the isle. Beside him there is a beautiful young red head, clinging to his arm, whispering to him words of confidence that just don't seem to be sinking in.
Richard Head: Coming to the Ring ?. Cody
He holds the ropes so she can get into the ring. She offers him a hand, but he doesn't take it. He steps through the ropes and looks longingly at the couples that are in the audience, envy in his eyes.
Richard Head: And his Opponent ? Jason F?N Starr
?No Shelter? by Rage Against The Machine hits as Starr makes his way down to the ring. Pyros go off behind him as fans try desperately to grab a hold of the former TKOW Champion. He slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring and motioning to the crowd as they cheer.
Tito: We got an excellent match here folks
Bill: I think it?s kinda depressing. Cody always kills the mood with that Johnny Cash song
The bell rings as Starr and Cody circle each other and lock up in the center
Tito: These two are almost equal in size but you must know that Jason Starr has the experience behind him
Bill: That?s a fact Tito and I got to believe that experience will win out giving Cody another reason to commit suicide
Vega: Jason Starr is an has been who should just walk away. Soulfly is the man now and Starr needs to recognize that
Starr tosses Cody to the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Cody ducks and comes back with a dropkick that sends Starr to the mat. Cody runs the ropes and hits a quick leg drop across the former champ. Starr grabs his chest after the move as Cody quickly returns to his feet and picks up Starr. He positions him and hits a suplex and makes Starr grab his back.
The impact forces Starr to get to the ropes and pull himself up and as he turns he walks into a running knee lift. Cody quickly capitalizes and locks in a chin lock on his opponent.
Tito: Some great offence from Cody here tonight.
Bill: I have to agree Tito. Cody is proving he is no push over
Vega: Old man Starr is ready to give up at any moment
Cody continues the chin lock as Starr gets to his knees. Cody holds on as Starr gets to his feet and lands two elbows to the stomach of Cody forcing him to let go. Starr runs the ropes but runs into a sleeper from Cody. The former Champ struggles slightly but is able to maneuver himself so to hit a back suplex to Cody. Both men lay flat on their backs as the referee starts to count.
1?2?3
Tito: The ref has started the mandatory ten count
Bill: Good observation genius
4?5?6
Both start to move as the referee continues. Cody reaches for the ropes and pulls himself up a little
7?8?
Starr is now pulling himself up
9?
Both men are up and turn toward each other as Cody kicks Starr in the chest. He tries for a pile driver but Starr blocks it and flips Cody up and over him. Cody rolls to the outside to get a breathe as Starr follows him out. Starr hits a few punches and gets ready to throw Cody into the ring post but Cody reverses and Starr hits head first. Cody picks him up and rolls him into the ring and quickly covers.
1?
2?
Kickout
Cody gets frustrated and tries to pin again.
1?
2?
Kickout
Cody gets frustrated and stands up. He kicks Starr a few times as Starr tries to get up. Cody backs up and gets into position for ?Depravity?
Tito: Cody looks to end everything now
Bill: That would be smart
Starr stands up and turns around as Cody looks to strike but Starr ducks and Cody flies by without hitting the Super Kick. Cody almost loses his balance. He catches himself but this time Starr picks him up in position for ?Stairway to Heaven?. He hits it and starts to roll over Cody as the crowd starts to explode.
Tito: What is this?
Bill: I?m not sure I can?t see
Hardcore Al jumps the guard rail as Starr covers.
Vega: It?s Al!
Al rolls into the ring and pulls Starr off of Cody. Starr gets up surprised and walks into a punch. Starr is laid out on the mat as Al displays the brass knuckles he used to take out the former champ.
Vega: This is awesome
Tito: What is Hardcore Al doing out here?
Al picks Starr up and hits a superkick as more officials get to the ring forcing Al out of the ring. Al makes his way up the ramp to heavy boos.
*Commercial*
Richard Head: Coming to the Ring ?. Cody
He holds the ropes so she can get into the ring. She offers him a hand, but he doesn't take it. He steps through the ropes and looks longingly at the couples that are in the audience, envy in his eyes.
Richard Head: And his Opponent ? Jason F?N Starr
?No Shelter? by Rage Against The Machine hits as Starr makes his way down to the ring. Pyros go off behind him as fans try desperately to grab a hold of the former TKOW Champion. He slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring and motioning to the crowd as they cheer.
Tito: We got an excellent match here folks
Bill: I think it?s kinda depressing. Cody always kills the mood with that Johnny Cash song
The bell rings as Starr and Cody circle each other and lock up in the center
Tito: These two are almost equal in size but you must know that Jason Starr has the experience behind him
Bill: That?s a fact Tito and I got to believe that experience will win out giving Cody another reason to commit suicide
Vega: Jason Starr is an has been who should just walk away. Soulfly is the man now and Starr needs to recognize that
Starr tosses Cody to the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Cody ducks and comes back with a dropkick that sends Starr to the mat. Cody runs the ropes and hits a quick leg drop across the former champ. Starr grabs his chest after the move as Cody quickly returns to his feet and picks up Starr. He positions him and hits a suplex and makes Starr grab his back.
The impact forces Starr to get to the ropes and pull himself up and as he turns he walks into a running knee lift. Cody quickly capitalizes and locks in a chin lock on his opponent.
Tito: Some great offence from Cody here tonight.
Bill: I have to agree Tito. Cody is proving he is no push over
Vega: Old man Starr is ready to give up at any moment
Cody continues the chin lock as Starr gets to his knees. Cody holds on as Starr gets to his feet and lands two elbows to the stomach of Cody forcing him to let go. Starr runs the ropes but runs into a sleeper from Cody. The former Champ struggles slightly but is able to maneuver himself so to hit a back suplex to Cody. Both men lay flat on their backs as the referee starts to count.
1?2?3
Tito: The ref has started the mandatory ten count
Bill: Good observation genius
4?5?6
Both start to move as the referee continues. Cody reaches for the ropes and pulls himself up a little
7?8?
Starr is now pulling himself up
9?
Both men are up and turn toward each other as Cody kicks Starr in the chest. He tries for a pile driver but Starr blocks it and flips Cody up and over him. Cody rolls to the outside to get a breathe as Starr follows him out. Starr hits a few punches and gets ready to throw Cody into the ring post but Cody reverses and Starr hits head first. Cody picks him up and rolls him into the ring and quickly covers.
1?
2?
Kickout
Cody gets frustrated and tries to pin again.
1?
2?
Kickout
Cody gets frustrated and stands up. He kicks Starr a few times as Starr tries to get up. Cody backs up and gets into position for ?Depravity?
Tito: Cody looks to end everything now
Bill: That would be smart
Starr stands up and turns around as Cody looks to strike but Starr ducks and Cody flies by without hitting the Super Kick. Cody almost loses his balance. He catches himself but this time Starr picks him up in position for ?Stairway to Heaven?. He hits it and starts to roll over Cody as the crowd starts to explode.
Tito: What is this?
Bill: I?m not sure I can?t see
Hardcore Al jumps the guard rail as Starr covers.
Vega: It?s Al!
Al rolls into the ring and pulls Starr off of Cody. Starr gets up surprised and walks into a punch. Starr is laid out on the mat as Al displays the brass knuckles he used to take out the former champ.
Vega: This is awesome
Tito: What is Hardcore Al doing out here?
Al picks Starr up and hits a superkick as more officials get to the ring forcing Al out of the ring. Al makes his way up the ramp to heavy boos.
*Commercial*
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That's How We Roll
Posted 29 April 2006 - 10:02 PM
"This Fire" start's to play over the PA system of the arena. Smoke start's to appear from the entrance ramp, and as the music pick's up, Jason Taylor come's out with his white jacket on with his hood on. He observe's his surrounding's, and then throw's his hood off, and walk's to the ring. He slide's into the ring, and does a small pose to make the crowd to erupt in boo's.
Richard Head: This guy, from that place, he's here.
Tito: Not very enthusiastic about this matchup, is he.
Playboy: *snore*
"Dizzy" hits and the crowd immediately begins hating on the undisputed champion, who wishes for his belt to be refered to as the "THC" champion. Suddenly, a lowrider comes out from the back, with FLy behind the wheel.
Tito: Fly, is showing his respects for Eddie G as well, which comes as a bit of a shock, coming from Fly.
FLy reaches the ring, and hops out, he has a 40 in his hand, and with his free hand he points to the sky and does the cross thing on his chest, before turing the bottle upside down and pouring the 40 onto the ground.
vega: For the idiots out their, its a tradition in the hood, for someone to pour out a 40 ounce in memory of those that have left us.
Tito: I didn't think Fly had class in him.
Vega: he has class, he just likes doing things his way.
Taylor rushes the champ, attempting a clothesline. Fly doesn't budge and Taylor seems a bit, shocked. Taylor runs into the roeps to gain momentum and again to clothesline the mountain of a man.
Again, he fails. He runs into the ropes for a second time, and on the rebound he catches a boot from Soulfly. Fly picks Taylor up onto his shoulders for a pumphandle slam.
Tito: What power from the champ, Taylor is in pain.
Fly stomps away at Taylor, before dragging him up and tossing him into the corner. Fly starts stomping away at Taylors midesection, before catching him with an elbow to the head.
FLy grabs Taylor by the throat and tosses him across the ring. He metodically walks over and looks down at Taylor. He takes a blunt from his pocket and fires it up.
Vega: he's so great that he can take a smokebreak in the middle of his match.
FLy puts one foot on Taylors chest for a pin.
One
Two
SHoulder up. Fly inhales as he picks taylor up, and sets him up for a powerbomb. With Blunt in mouth he lifts taylor up and slams him into the mat with a bang. Fly walks over and flicks ashes in taylors face. After replacing the blunt in his mouth, he grabs the legs of Taylor and applies the Tree of Pain
Vega: Thats it, this ones over.
Tito: Taylors gonna tap!
Taylor starts crawling to the ropes, reaching out, hes inches away. His fingertips graze the ropes. he's got it! The referee orders Fly to break the hold. THe blunt drops from Fly's lips, so that he can blow a cloud of smoke into the ref's face. The ref waves his hands in front of his face, as he appears agitated by the disrepect shown.
He starts the 5 count. As he reaches 4, fly releases the hold, so that he can pick his blunt up off the mat. FLy looks down at Taylor as he smokes, and starts stomping away at the lower back of Jason Taylor. After several stomps, he backs away, and starts taunting taylor, causing the fans to boo.
Tito: this crowd really hates Fly.
Vega: everyone hates the best.
Fly steps back, as Taylor is struggling to his feet. Fly catches him with a superkick.
Vega: THC from the "THC" Champion!.
Fly again steps on Taylor
One
Two
Th...Shoulder up.
Tito: despite the abuse, taylor is still showing signs of life.
Fly starts berating the referee about the count being slow. Taylor slowly gets up, and tries to club Fly from behind. FLy doesnt budge and quickly turns around, eyeballing the smaller man. Taylor tries to move in for an attack, but Fly grabs him by the throat.
Playboy: TIme to go on a ride.
FLy gives taylor a chokeslam to hell with one hand. And uses one foot to pin him.
One
Two
Fly takes his foot off his chest and shakes his head no, with that sinister smile on his face. The crowd hates it.
Tito: now this is all uncalled for, he had the match won.
Fly pulls Taylor up by his hair, and quickly evenflows him to the mat.
Vega: That was beautiful
Fly locks in the tree of pain, center of the ring, puffing on the blunt. After a short struggle Taylor taps.
Richard Head: Your winner via asswhipping, Soulfly!
Soulfly struts in the ring, enjoying his win over Jason Taylor. Jason Starr, sporting a Latino Heat shirt, slides into the ring and attacks Soulfly from behind!
Playboy: What is this, interference day?
Tito: Phoenix attacks Al, Al attacks Starr, Starr attacks Soulfy... When's the madness going to end??
Starr crushes Soulfly with Starrway to Heaven. As he pulls himself up, listening to the roar of the crowd, Phoenix rushes out of the mass of people again, looking over his shoulder, apparantly still dodging Security.
He leans agains the barrier to catch his breath, glances into the ring, and gives Starr a big smile and a thumbsup. Cracking his neck, his eyes alight on the Eddie Guerrero memorial.
A smile creeps across his face, and he picks up a Scarface-styled Latino Heat shirt, strips off his Section 8 shirt, and pulls it on. He pulls off his Rosary and hangs it off the portrait, and pulls off his mask and lays it on the floor.
Phoenix climbs the ropes as Jason Starr leaves the ring. He climbs to the top, and points out to the crowd, then up in the air, and even does the "Latino Heat twist"! He looks down at Soulfly, and jumps off hitting a frog splash!
Tito: It starts With Phoenix, it ends with Phoenix, I guess.
D-Matic runs out to the ring as Phoenix slowly stands up, and nails the D-Molish!
Vega: It always ends with the FIRM fool!
D pulls Soulfly to the ropes, leaning him and slapping him, trying to clear his head. He grabs Phoenix, kneeing him in the gut. Soulfly stumbles forward and Evenflows Phoenix to the mat!
Tito: Where's security?
Playboy: Oh sure, look for security when Phoenix is on the recieving end.
Security makes their way to ringside along with the police, and Phoenix is again put in handcuffs. Soulfly motions for a mic as he's slumped in one corner.
Soulfly: I'm pressing every charge you can come up with! And I'll make up a few too! You're going away forever for this one birdbrain!!
Voice: No, no, it had to be done. Let's just get this over with.
Tito: Who's that on the KhaosTron?
A small group of business people appear on the KhaosTron.
Soulfly: What the hell? Who let you assholes out of your cages? Get back to work and don't interrupt my show!
Man #3: Mr. Fly, this couldn't be helped-
Man #1: Shut up weasel. Soulfly, as you well know, we comprise the entirety of the Firm Global Enterprises Board of Directors. We've been in conference for a few months now, and we've come to a rather final decision.
Soulfly: I don't pay you morons to make decisions-
Man #2: Actually you do. Or you did.
Man #1: Quite frankly your actions are intolerable in the business community. Even though your name sat at the top of this company, you were, for the most part, not connected. However once you used FGE to purchase TKOW, people have put two and two together and they know that Soulfly runs Firm Global Enterprises-
Soulfy: No shit I do. Yo D, light me up man this guy's putting me to sleep.
Man #1: The problem with that is no self-respecting company will have any dealings with a drug sniffing murdering abusive manwhore like yourself. FGE's stocks have plummeted and we're on the verge of losing the company, all thanks to your incessant need to be in the spotlight.
Soulfly: Aw, cry me a fucking river.
Man #1: So we've decided to relieve ourselves of a few burdens. The first is you and D-Matic are no longer running this company.
Soulfly: You can't do that!
Man #1: We can do that. Stocks were going so cheap the Board easily bought a controlling interest. You're out. And second, we're shaving off the other cold sore, TKOW. We've sold it, as of this morning. We're out of the wrestling business.
SOulfly: Bullshit! You can't......
Soulfly trails off, still screaming, but his microphone is dead.
Tito: Soulfly is infuriated! Phoenix is laughing at him from his handcuffs, and Soulfly is out of the ring! He collides with the police force and he's pummeling a bound Phoenix! Someone stop this! Get some-
*Disturbed's "Land of Confusion" kicks on and the KhaosTron lights up again. The HPWA logo appears on the tron as the Birds of Prey and Kid Styles rush out onto the ramp and seperate Soulfly from Phoenix, who now looks confused. Matt holds back Fly as Kid argues with the cops. Finally T.H. Power walks out, briefcase is one hand, mic in the other...
T.H. Power: I just bet, Soulfly, that you can't GUESS who bought TKOW...
Power drops the mic and opens his case, tossing an envelope to Kid. Kid shows some papers to the cops and a once again laughing Phoenix is released.
Tito: Oh
Playboy: my
Vega: God...
*The screen fades as the shot moves back to the Eddie Guerrero memorial.*
Richard Head: This guy, from that place, he's here.
Tito: Not very enthusiastic about this matchup, is he.
Playboy: *snore*
"Dizzy" hits and the crowd immediately begins hating on the undisputed champion, who wishes for his belt to be refered to as the "THC" champion. Suddenly, a lowrider comes out from the back, with FLy behind the wheel.
Tito: Fly, is showing his respects for Eddie G as well, which comes as a bit of a shock, coming from Fly.
FLy reaches the ring, and hops out, he has a 40 in his hand, and with his free hand he points to the sky and does the cross thing on his chest, before turing the bottle upside down and pouring the 40 onto the ground.
vega: For the idiots out their, its a tradition in the hood, for someone to pour out a 40 ounce in memory of those that have left us.
Tito: I didn't think Fly had class in him.
Vega: he has class, he just likes doing things his way.
Taylor rushes the champ, attempting a clothesline. Fly doesn't budge and Taylor seems a bit, shocked. Taylor runs into the roeps to gain momentum and again to clothesline the mountain of a man.
Again, he fails. He runs into the ropes for a second time, and on the rebound he catches a boot from Soulfly. Fly picks Taylor up onto his shoulders for a pumphandle slam.
Tito: What power from the champ, Taylor is in pain.
Fly stomps away at Taylor, before dragging him up and tossing him into the corner. Fly starts stomping away at Taylors midesection, before catching him with an elbow to the head.
FLy grabs Taylor by the throat and tosses him across the ring. He metodically walks over and looks down at Taylor. He takes a blunt from his pocket and fires it up.
Vega: he's so great that he can take a smokebreak in the middle of his match.
FLy puts one foot on Taylors chest for a pin.
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SHoulder up. Fly inhales as he picks taylor up, and sets him up for a powerbomb. With Blunt in mouth he lifts taylor up and slams him into the mat with a bang. Fly walks over and flicks ashes in taylors face. After replacing the blunt in his mouth, he grabs the legs of Taylor and applies the Tree of Pain
Vega: Thats it, this ones over.
Tito: Taylors gonna tap!
Taylor starts crawling to the ropes, reaching out, hes inches away. His fingertips graze the ropes. he's got it! The referee orders Fly to break the hold. THe blunt drops from Fly's lips, so that he can blow a cloud of smoke into the ref's face. The ref waves his hands in front of his face, as he appears agitated by the disrepect shown.
He starts the 5 count. As he reaches 4, fly releases the hold, so that he can pick his blunt up off the mat. FLy looks down at Taylor as he smokes, and starts stomping away at the lower back of Jason Taylor. After several stomps, he backs away, and starts taunting taylor, causing the fans to boo.
Tito: this crowd really hates Fly.
Vega: everyone hates the best.
Fly steps back, as Taylor is struggling to his feet. Fly catches him with a superkick.
Vega: THC from the "THC" Champion!.
Fly again steps on Taylor
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Th...Shoulder up.
Tito: despite the abuse, taylor is still showing signs of life.
Fly starts berating the referee about the count being slow. Taylor slowly gets up, and tries to club Fly from behind. FLy doesnt budge and quickly turns around, eyeballing the smaller man. Taylor tries to move in for an attack, but Fly grabs him by the throat.
Playboy: TIme to go on a ride.
FLy gives taylor a chokeslam to hell with one hand. And uses one foot to pin him.
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Fly takes his foot off his chest and shakes his head no, with that sinister smile on his face. The crowd hates it.
Tito: now this is all uncalled for, he had the match won.
Fly pulls Taylor up by his hair, and quickly evenflows him to the mat.
Vega: That was beautiful
Fly locks in the tree of pain, center of the ring, puffing on the blunt. After a short struggle Taylor taps.
Richard Head: Your winner via asswhipping, Soulfly!
Soulfly struts in the ring, enjoying his win over Jason Taylor. Jason Starr, sporting a Latino Heat shirt, slides into the ring and attacks Soulfly from behind!
Playboy: What is this, interference day?
Tito: Phoenix attacks Al, Al attacks Starr, Starr attacks Soulfy... When's the madness going to end??
Starr crushes Soulfly with Starrway to Heaven. As he pulls himself up, listening to the roar of the crowd, Phoenix rushes out of the mass of people again, looking over his shoulder, apparantly still dodging Security.
He leans agains the barrier to catch his breath, glances into the ring, and gives Starr a big smile and a thumbsup. Cracking his neck, his eyes alight on the Eddie Guerrero memorial.
A smile creeps across his face, and he picks up a Scarface-styled Latino Heat shirt, strips off his Section 8 shirt, and pulls it on. He pulls off his Rosary and hangs it off the portrait, and pulls off his mask and lays it on the floor.
Phoenix climbs the ropes as Jason Starr leaves the ring. He climbs to the top, and points out to the crowd, then up in the air, and even does the "Latino Heat twist"! He looks down at Soulfly, and jumps off hitting a frog splash!
Tito: It starts With Phoenix, it ends with Phoenix, I guess.
D-Matic runs out to the ring as Phoenix slowly stands up, and nails the D-Molish!
Vega: It always ends with the FIRM fool!
D pulls Soulfly to the ropes, leaning him and slapping him, trying to clear his head. He grabs Phoenix, kneeing him in the gut. Soulfly stumbles forward and Evenflows Phoenix to the mat!
Tito: Where's security?
Playboy: Oh sure, look for security when Phoenix is on the recieving end.
Security makes their way to ringside along with the police, and Phoenix is again put in handcuffs. Soulfly motions for a mic as he's slumped in one corner.
Soulfly: I'm pressing every charge you can come up with! And I'll make up a few too! You're going away forever for this one birdbrain!!
Voice: No, no, it had to be done. Let's just get this over with.
Tito: Who's that on the KhaosTron?
A small group of business people appear on the KhaosTron.
Soulfly: What the hell? Who let you assholes out of your cages? Get back to work and don't interrupt my show!
Man #3: Mr. Fly, this couldn't be helped-
Man #1: Shut up weasel. Soulfly, as you well know, we comprise the entirety of the Firm Global Enterprises Board of Directors. We've been in conference for a few months now, and we've come to a rather final decision.
Soulfly: I don't pay you morons to make decisions-
Man #2: Actually you do. Or you did.
Man #1: Quite frankly your actions are intolerable in the business community. Even though your name sat at the top of this company, you were, for the most part, not connected. However once you used FGE to purchase TKOW, people have put two and two together and they know that Soulfly runs Firm Global Enterprises-
Soulfy: No shit I do. Yo D, light me up man this guy's putting me to sleep.
Man #1: The problem with that is no self-respecting company will have any dealings with a drug sniffing murdering abusive manwhore like yourself. FGE's stocks have plummeted and we're on the verge of losing the company, all thanks to your incessant need to be in the spotlight.
Soulfly: Aw, cry me a fucking river.
Man #1: So we've decided to relieve ourselves of a few burdens. The first is you and D-Matic are no longer running this company.
Soulfly: You can't do that!
Man #1: We can do that. Stocks were going so cheap the Board easily bought a controlling interest. You're out. And second, we're shaving off the other cold sore, TKOW. We've sold it, as of this morning. We're out of the wrestling business.
SOulfly: Bullshit! You can't......
Soulfly trails off, still screaming, but his microphone is dead.
Tito: Soulfly is infuriated! Phoenix is laughing at him from his handcuffs, and Soulfly is out of the ring! He collides with the police force and he's pummeling a bound Phoenix! Someone stop this! Get some-
*Disturbed's "Land of Confusion" kicks on and the KhaosTron lights up again. The HPWA logo appears on the tron as the Birds of Prey and Kid Styles rush out onto the ramp and seperate Soulfly from Phoenix, who now looks confused. Matt holds back Fly as Kid argues with the cops. Finally T.H. Power walks out, briefcase is one hand, mic in the other...
T.H. Power: I just bet, Soulfly, that you can't GUESS who bought TKOW...
Power drops the mic and opens his case, tossing an envelope to Kid. Kid shows some papers to the cops and a once again laughing Phoenix is released.
Tito: Oh
Playboy: my
Vega: God...
*The screen fades as the shot moves back to the Eddie Guerrero memorial.*
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That's How We Roll
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