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INFERNO
November 18, 2005 Live From The TD Banknorth Garden in Boston, Massachusettes |
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Grizzly Z vs Burton
Edwards vs Alekz K Bullet
with Butterfly Wings plays and Alekz makes his way to the ring, paying
no
attention to the crowd. He slides in under the bottom rope, kisses his
chain
and hangs it over the ring-post. Phil:
Give me a prediction on this one Steve. Steve:
I’m going with Grizzly Z all the way. The
arena is plunged into darkness, except for two red spotlights that
shine onto
the entranceway. As two jets cloud the ramp in smoke, the opening drums
of Lamb
Of God's "Black Label" play out over the PA. As the guitars kick in,
the stage explodes with red pyro, and Burton Edwards steps out into the
spotlight to a chorus of loud boos. Steve:
The fans have never warmed up to this guy. Phil:
I wonder why?? The
hauntingly minor downbeat of Ghost Love Score tears through the
speakers
as the arena dims to black. Intels flicker in alternating red and blue
as
Grizzly Z charges out of the back and down the ramp like a bat out of
Hell.
Pyro missiles fire from the base of the ring, lighting the intense
wrestler's
way as he barrels toward the ring. He slides inside, jumps to his feet
and
raises a fist in the air, snarling with belligerent ferocity. Phil: Here
comes Grizzly All
3 stare other down as the bell rings. Alekz
and Steve: Looks
like both men are going to team up on
Grizzly and finish him off first. As Grizzly in pummeled into the corner, Alekz
backs off as Phil:
Never count this man out!! 1….. 2… 3!!! Grizzly celebrates as he leaves the ring
triumphantly.
The scene switches to backstage
where Excidium and Odium are walking near the loading docks. They
keep looking around, hoping to find what they are looking for. An
interviewer and cameraman quickly run up to
the pair. Interviewer: Excidium, you’re presence is starting to be noted here in SFT. What are your plans for the near future? Odium: Try to take over the world, Brain? Excidium: Shut up, Pinky. Here, you, the monkey with the camera, follow me and be weary of Bob. He just watched Gangs of New York, an he hasn’t been the same since. Falling behind could be lethal. Bob walked on quite a ways back, looking forward at the group. Excidium: As for my plans, I plan on hiring a bunch of clowns and giving them feathers so they can attack all the other wrestlers. What kind of a stupid question is that? Gold, man. I’m going for gold. Any sort of title possible. Bob’s closer. The camera quickly looks back, seeing that Bob is walking much closer to the group now. The cameraman picks up the pace. Interviewer: And what of The Great Malinko. You have been seen many times with him as of late. Is there talk of an alliance maybe? Are there any comments on this? Excidium: Yes… Bob, can you please escort this little puissant out of my face? Suddenly the interviewer is hit in the side of the head with a furry object. Bob holds up a scroll. Bob’s Scroll: Dead Rabbits! Bob reaches under his cloak and pulls out his weapon of choice… a large plastic herring. Bob runs up to the interviewer, slapping the man in the arms and legs with the plastic fish. Excidium vs. Derek Richardson The
bells begin to ring as "Hells Bells" blasts over the PA system.
Moments later, Derek comes walking out through the curtain. Then Derek
walks
down to the ring and climbs in. Steve: Well
Derek looks ready as he’ll ever be, this
should be a good match. The
lights suddenly flicker as the sound of wind rises through the
speakers.
"What do you see in the dark, when the demons come for you?" is
whispered as a large figure moves out to the top of the ramp. Slowly,
he stalks
down to the ring as flames ignite and begin rising behind him from the
steel-grated ramp. His shoulder-length black hair hangs wet over his
eyes as he
moves onto the apron. As he steps over the top rope, flames begin
rising front
he ring posts. Phil: Well
Excidium doesn’t seem like he’s too
scared of the big man on the other end. Derek
starts it off charging at Excidium and delivering a flying lariat, then
a huge
slingshot suplex. Steve: Derek
showing power and speed. Derek
tries an elbow drop but Excidium rolls out of the way.
Both men make it back to their feet as Derek
swings at Excidium and misses. Excidium grabs Derek and nails a
swinging
neckbreaker. Excidium helps Derek to his feet and delivers a crushing
powerbomb
in the center of the ring. Excidium taunts the crowd instead of going
for the
win. Phil: What’s
Excidium doing, take the pin when you
have the chance! Excidium
peel Derek off the mat and nails his patented Hells Fury!! 1… 2… 3!!!
Saint Jude is already standing in the ring. Steve: Saint Jude looks like he’s ready to murder in that ring The crowd goes
silent in anticipation as the first few
chords of 'Killing In The Name of' strum out over the PA System. Before
the
music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the
StrikeTron as they
are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from
behind the
curtain to a hail of boos, strutting confidently down the ramp, holding
his
hands high above his head and soaking up the hatred of the Phil: Here we go guys. Jude, moves around Myris, and hits Myris with a German suplex. both men get back up and they exchange a few punches but Jude quickly gets the upper hand and delivers more punches to the side of Myris's face. Jude drops Myris hard on the mat with a DDT. Jusde pops up and brings Myris to his feet with him. Jude hooks Myris and hit the Divine Intervention. Jude goes for the cover…. 1…
3!!! Steve: Well that was quick!! Phil: Saint Jude
is one tough son of a bitch.
Winner: Saint Jude
Chimpo the Chimp: The following
match is sceduled for one fall, and is a non-title match... introducing
first, from Glasgow, Scotland... Lucas Balkan!
{Dark bodies floating in darkness no sign of light ever given} The arena falls to darkness as the sound of Fear Factory fills the air. Grey and White spotlights circle the arena as the song continues. {And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness and I saw my own face likea spark frozen in heaven} The spotlight all focus now on the entrance ramp where the cloaked figure of Lucas Balkan appears. He walks down with the lengths of his cloak sweeping behind him. {My life was so dark... my mind was so dark... everything was dark } In the ring, Lucas stands staring motionless into the crowd, waiting for his opponent. Chimpo the Chimp: and his opponent... from the City of Dis...He is the SFT World Heavyweight Champion... Havoc! The arena is completely dark as "The Angle" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrence ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd. He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop. Phil: An intense stare down between Havoc and Balkan. The two sten get face to face in the center of the ring, Balkan starts quickly and jabs Havoc. He starts throwing punches quickly, and backs Havoc into the ropes. Steve: Lucas is starting off rather aggresive, but the ref has to break it up cause Havoc is in the ropes. The ref pulls Balkan off of Havoc. Balkan takes few steps back, and then gets right back on Havoc. He irish whips him to the opposite ropes, when Havoc bounces back, Balkn goes to split-legged leapfrog him, but Havoc stops short and feild goal kicks Balkan's testicles in mid air! Steve: Oh my god! Phil: Yeah. Balkan crumbles to the ground and gets in a fetal position. Havoc smiles and picks up Balkan, He lifts him up and gives him the Decide! Steve: It's over. Havoc covers Balkan. 1..... 2.....
3!!!!
Havoc gets up an grabs his World Title and hoists it in the air. Steve: That's why Havoc is the World Champion! Phil: Is there anyone, anywhere that can dethrone this man?? Winner: Havoc
As
the fans settle in there seats, the lights go dim… Green lights appear
and
illuminate the ramp all the way down to the ring. People begin to look
towards
the entrance way. Suddenly, Rage against the Machine’s BULLS ON PARADE
begins
to blare over the arena speakers… Fans get to their feet and Brickcity
“B”
makes his way from behind the curtain. It takes the fans a moment to
realize
who it is, but once they do… They erupt in chants of [FUCK YOU "B"!]
Well,
some begin to chant... Others BOO frantically... Brickcity hops into
the ring,
he takes a look around at the pieces of trash in the arena and smirks
as the
fans simply gaze in amazement. Phil:
Brickcity really feels he has something to prove here tonight, he’s not
been as
hot as he one was as of late. "Enter
Sandman" begins to blare across the loudspeakers and is immediately met
by
a chorus of boos. Kyle Murphy walks out on stage wearing a black
"LGP" t-shirt in addition to his ring attire. He has an intense,
angry look on his face as he starts down the ramp, pulling off the
t-shirt and
throwing it aside as he goes. Kyle walks quickly down to ringside and
steps up
onto the apron. Pushing the top rope down, Murphy climbs over it and
into the
ring. In the ring Kyle goes to the far corner and climbs to the second
turnbuckle, where he gestures around his waist and scowls out over the
crowd.
With a sneer he steps down and, adjusting his knee pads, gets set to
fight. Steve:
Doesn’t look to me that Kyle is planning on letting him prove anything
tonight. The
bell sounds as B slides out of the ring. He begins to pace around the
ring
slowly as Kyle is telling the ref to begin the ten count. 1… 2… 3… B
makes it to the announcers table, he looks in the faces of Phil and
Steve and
spits on the desk. Phil:
Now that was not called for, no wonder no one likes you! As B goes to grab hold of Phil, Kyle dives over the top rope and lands on B sending him crashing through the announcers table!!!! Steve: That was crazy!! These two big men just demolished out table!! Kyle is slow to get to his feet and B is not moving. Finally Kyle makes it to his feet and grabs B rolling his lifeless body into the ring. Kyle drops on B and cover him.. 1… 2… NO!! Phil: How the hell did B kick out!!! Steve: What the… B got his shoulder up in the nick of time. Kyle is up, he gets in the face of the ref, screaming and yelling at the ref. As Kyle is screaming at the ref B slowly makes it to his feet. Kyle turns to face B and nails him with a right to the face. Kyle drops B with a neck breaker and goes for pin again… 1…
NO!! B is able to kick out again! Kyle picks B off the mat and sends him into the ropes B comes off and ducks a clothesline, B bounces off the ropes and delivers a low drop kick to the knees of Kyle. B pops back to his feet and helps Kyle to his, B nails Kyle in the stomach and hits a pile driver!! B quickly jumps to his feet again, this time going to the top rope, B comes off and nails Kyle with a leg drop!!! B goes for a cover of his own now… 1… 2… NO!!! Kyle gets his shoulder up. Steve: These two men are ready to kill each other, but neither wants to stay down. B helps Kyle to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. B follows him in and drives his shoulder into the midsection of Kyle. B continues to drive his shoulder into Kyles midsection numerous times. Phil: I think B has snapped!! Look at that man, he’s nuts! B pulls back and screams in the center of the ring before charging back in and nailing Kyle in the face with a high knee that drops Kyle to the mat. B heads back up top and comes off with his skyline fly!! Steve: Why is B not covering Kyle has nothing left!! B walks around the ring taunting the crowd before making it back to Kyle and locking in the B Average!! The ref checks in on Kyle a couple times before Kyle finally gives in!!! Phil: Kyle just tapped out to B!!! Steve:
Wow, not what we expected at
all! B with an
impressive win here tonight.
Nick Kincaid vs. Connor MacDaddy ["Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot
plays as Connor MacDaddy walks out from the backstage area.]
Phil: Here comes trouble. Connor walks down the ramp and up the stairs and into the ring. Chimpo hands him a mic. Connor MacDaddy: I want to talk to the new Inferno producer, Page Micheals, for just one second. So Page, listen up. There wouldn't be an Inferno id it wasn't for me. I took this crummy show way back in the day when WAR was the flagship show. I nursed it and brought it back to the powerhouse that it is today. I gave one of my best friends in this company a job again by giving him the announcing position. I gave my wife, who wanted to be by my side, an announcing position. I killed off XCW by firing those two untalented hacks at ringside, Phil and Steve. Phil: Hey! Steve: Nobody wants you here, Crackdaddy! Connor MacDaddy: You, Page, are destroying everything I've worked so hard on. You fired my friend, and you fired my wife. While I may not hold ownership powers anymore, there is one power I do hold... the power to kick your ass. Come out here and get what's coming to you! Phil: Don't do it Page! Connor MacDaddy: ...What was that? Phil? You two are the ones that are with Page, maybe I should take it out on you two. Phil: Uhhh... no no no. You're beefs with Page, fight him! Connor MacDaddy: Maybe I should get out of this ring, and have a practice Deathmatch with you two jagoffs! [Connor exits the ring and starts slowly walking towards the announcing table.] Connor MacDaddy: Maybe I can't kill the XCW voice by firing, but I have to do it with my agression and my fists! [Connor grabs Phil by his shirt and lifts him up out of his seat.] Connor MacDaddy: You ready to die, Commentator-man? [As he raises his taped fist, "The Only" by Static X plays and Connor turns his head to the entryway. The fans cheer as "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid walks out onto the stage dressed in jeans and a Regulators tank top and he raises his arm high in the air. Connor lets go of Phil and he walks around the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp.] Steve: Nice timing. Phil: Totally. [Nick lowers his hands and looks at the tape with an awkward look. After a deep sigh, he starts to walk down the ramp. He sees Connor staring with fire in his eyes. Before the two meet face-to-face, Hardcore Hect comes out from backstage with two buckets. He stands in the middle of the two fighters on the ramp.] Steve: Ha ha. Hect got a job. He's the Taipei boy. Phil: Sounds like porno to me. Steve: It would... freak. [Nick looks at the glass and shudders. Connor dips his fists in the glue and then in the bucket of glass, watching Nick's face the entire time. Nick puts his hands in his pockets, trying to by some time. When he pulls them out, his right hand has brass knuckles. He jacks Connor in the jaw, surely knocking a tooth loose.] Phil: What a cheapshot! Great job! [Connor rolls onto his stomach and tries to get up, but Nick stomps his head into the ramp. He then quickly dips his fists in the glue and then in the glass, but very lightly. Hect shakes his head and slams Nick's fists into the glass, causing more pain to him than is necessary.] Steve: If you're going to do something, do it right the first time. Phil: That's what she said... Steve: She who? Phil: Oh... nobody. [The bell sounds and the match is underway. Hect leaves the buckets and walks over to the announcer's table, where he has a seat between Phil and Steve. He puts on a headset and sneezes.] Steve: God bless you. Hect: I am allergic to glue. Who woulda thought eating it could do that... Phil: Never happened to Steve. Steve: That's right. Hey! [Nick turns around and Connor is back up. The legend swings and the rookie ducks and gets a jab in to Connor's side. He holds his side as Nick stands behind him. He punches Connor in the back of the head.] Hect: 'Shockwave'! Steve: That would be a superkick to the back of the head. Hect: It's close enough. [Connor goes down and Nick puts his foot on the legend's back. He throws his arms up in the air and gloats. Connor rolls over, grabs Nick's leg, and pushes him right into the barricade. He gets back up and clotheslines the kid over the barricade, almost taking out a fan in the process. Connor climbs over and grabs Nick by the back of his neck. He stands him up, resting against the barricade. Connor sets up a chair and clears the crowd out of the way. He then runs, leaps off of the chair, and connects his left fist right into the skull of Nick.] Phil: Such impact from the old man. [He climbs back over the barricade and grabs the back of Nick's neck. He then turns around and delivers a reverse stunner to him, right onto the steel!] Steve: All these years and he can still innovate. [He pulls the barricade out of the way and brings Nick around this time and then throws the kid into the ring.] Hect: Ric Flair crotch hold! Phil: What the hell are you talking about? Steve: Ack! Damn it! Let go, Hect! Hect: Sorry... [Connor grabs the bucket of glass and he sets it next to the ring. He then searches under the ring for something, anything. He pulls out a table and sets it up. He then pulls out a gas can and searches in his pocket for a lighter.] Phil: This can't be good. [He douces the table with fluid and then sets it aflame. He turns and jumps onto the apron. He sees Kincaid still down, so he turns and stares at the table. He throws his arms up in the air forming an X and the fans go wild. Then they start to boo and he doesn't know why.] Steve: Turn around! [He doesn't get the chance to turn around. Nick is back up and he connects with the superkick to the back of Connor's head, sending the legend straight through the flaming table!] Phil: He was playing possum the whole time! Hect: Oh noes. Pain to the max0r! [The Near Future slides out of the ring and looks underneath, pulling out a fire extinguisher.] Steve: The fire is already out... [He walks over to the announcer's table and sprays Hect in the face with the extinguisher. He drops the extinguisher and goes back to the legend, but he is gone. Connor is on the other side of the ring, shaking off the pain. Nick follows after and just as he gets close, Connor turns around and clotheslines Nick... with barbed wire wrapped around his arm!] Phil: Where did that come from? Steve: He did that just as Nick came over here. Phil: Sorry... after what Connor did earlier, I'm paranoid. Hect: Ahh! My eyes! I'm blind! Steve: Open your eyes, fool. Hect: Oh, that's better. [Connor stares at where the barbed wire punctured his arm and he smiles. He then drops his elbow right on Nick's head. The fans cheer as Connor raises his arms again in the familiar X formation. The legend looks underneath the ring and he pulls out a ladder. He sets it up horizontally on the apron and the steel barricade before dragging Nick to his feet and up onto the apron. The fans cheer as Connor signals for the end. He lifts Nick up for the 'Big Mac' and slams him right onto the ladder, bending it severely. Nick rests motionlessly on the ladder and Connor climbs back to the apron. He turns and looks, then starts to climb the turnbuckle.] Phil: Connor MacDaddy is in no man's land! Steve: We say that all the time... but EVERY man has been up there. Hect: But not every man has been on the Moon. Just one: John Wayne. Steve: What? Hect: Huzzah! [Connor dives off with a splash and Nick rolls out of the way! The legend lands gut first on the ladder and falls to the mat, where Nick makes the cover.] 1... 2...
NO!
[To the fans excitement, Connor kicks out. Nick can't believe it as he manages to sit up. He lifts up the ring apron and looks underneath. Moments later, he pulls out a bed of lighttubes. He lays it next to Connor and then helps the legend to his feet. Nick delivers a double hook impaler DDT to Connor, smashing his face through the lighttubes!] Hect: FATALITY! FINISH HIM! Phil: But you're his manager. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Hect: MIH HSINIF YTILATAF! Phil: Forget it... [Nick then looks over next to the ring at the bucket of the remaining glass shards. He grabs it and enters the ring, waiting for Connor to get in. Moments later, Connor's hand reaches up to the edge of the ring and he pulls himself up. He wipes the blood from his face and rolls into the ring. Nick kicks Connor's back and then rolls the legend over. He proceeds to punch away at Connor's midsection, glass puncturing the man's skin. The legend screams in pain and Nick keeps hitting. Finally, the referee pulls him away.] Steve: This is a DEATHMATCH! Let them kill each other! [Nick gets up and he pushes the ref, almost getting him with the glass shards. When he turns around, he gets a low blow from Connor. Nick falls down and holds his groin, blood on his hands.] Phil: Oh now that's just wrong... Steve: Yikes. Hect: I once had a woman do that to me. It was hot. [Connor gets up and he looks at Nick and then at the bucket of glass shards. He picks it up and pours the shards all over the canvas. He goes over to Nick, but the referee grabs his arm.] Phil: Damn rookie ref... [Connor pulls the ref's hand off and shakes his head. He grabs the referee and delivers the 'Daddy Bomb' to him right onto the glass shards!] Steve: OH MY GOD! Phil: That was insane! Hect: JIHAAAAAAD!!! [Connor pushes the referee out of the way and he lifts Nick up. He sets him up once again and signals for the end. Just then, the lights go completely out. The fans flash away but it doesn't help. When the lights come back on, Nick is lying on the mat and Connor has another man in the powerbomb set up. Confused, he pushes the man away. The hooded man stands straight up and he delivers an inverted death valley driver to the Hardcore Legend right onto the glass shards.] Steve: Down goes Connor! But who is that man?! [He turns around and sees Nick resting in the corner, half standing. He helps him up and tells him something. Nick nods his head, smiles, and dizzily walks over to Connor. He helps the legend up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Meanwhile, the hooded man leaves the ring and looks underneath. He slides in a five foot by five foot sheet of glass. He then grabs two chairs from the announcer's table and slides them in as well. The hooded man sets up the two chairs and then rests the sheet of glass on the chairs. He gives the thumbs up to Nick, who ascends the turnbuckle and sets Connor up for something. Connor jabs Nick in the side and chokeslams Nick right through the sheet of glass!] Hect: Holla at yo boy! [The fans go wild as Connor hops down and he points to the hooded man. He approaches the man, who pulls down the hood.] Phil: Holy shiite muslims! It's... Steve: It's... Hect: Santa Claus! Phil: No! It's Johnny Legend! [Connor looks surprised. He and Johnny fight back and forth, Legend taking the worst of it. Connor gets in right jab that drops Legend, who rolls out of the ring.] Steve: Somebody is coming down the ramp! [A man slides into the ring, grabs one of the chair, and he slams it over Connor's head. It doesn't take him out, just makes him woozy. The man bounces off the ropes and spears Connor right onto the glass shards! Legend slides back into the ring. He and the other man pull Nick's arm over Connor.] Phil: What the hell is going on tonight? First Legend... now.. who is that? [The man looks to the camera and we get a clear shot of his face.] Steve: "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble! [Jay pulls the referee over, lifts his head up and he is out cold. Legend grabs the ref's arm and hits the mat three times with it. He then shakes the ref's hand at the table, where the bell is rang.] Phil: Our crew is so gullible... [The fans boo as Nick rolls onto his back. "The Only" plays and the two men help the bloody Nick Kincaid to his feet. Jay picks up a microphone.] Jay Gamble: Ladies and gentlemen... may I introduce to you the man going into the semi-finals of the 2005 King of the Deathmatch tournament.... "The Near Future"... Nick Kincaid! [Johnny claps and the fans keep booing. The legend takes the mic.] Johnny Legend: For a while now, people have asked me: What next, Legend? I had no idea what to say. I've done it all. I could easily do it all again. So it occured to me that I have so much ability that I could teach my ways to the next generation of legends. When Nick Kincaid made his return, I had to have him. He reminds me so much of, well, me. But my plan was not complete. We needed... a powerhouse. A brawler. We needed... Jay Gamble. [The fans cheer.] Johnny Legend: And so it was written. "The Solution" Johnny Legend... "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid... and "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble. We are eternal... ["Creep" by Radiohead plays and the three men walk up the ramp and to the backstage area.] Steve: I can't believe it. It took three men to keep Connor MacDaddy down! [Inside the ring, Connor is starting to come to. He sits up and looks at the blood on his hands. He shakes his head as Hect slides in the ring with a towel. He helps the legend up and the fans cheer. Connor takes a bow and they leave the ring and go up the ramp.] Phil: That man has fought so hard and wouldn't stay down. It took Legend and Gamble to help Kincaid... just to get the job done. Steve: That is why they call him 'Hardcore Legend'. He is one strong fighter. Although he leaves Inferno with a loss, he got to go out and do what he loves to do: fight. Phil: Legend and Kincaid were the two mysterious men that met with Gamble last week... but I thought it was No Cash Value! Steve: That was a decoy, idiot. Phil: Whatever the case may be... Legend and Gamble led Nick Kincaid to victory. Lets see if history repeats itself as Gamble takes on the Great Malinko... next!
Winner: Nick Kincaid
The Great Malinko vs. Jay Gamble "Spit It Out" by
Slipknot begins to blast over the PA System as Jay Gamble walks out
from the
backstage area. He looks out amongst the crowd and smirks. He raises
his arms
on the stage as an amazing display of red and green pyro technics go
off behind
him. He nods his head, lowers his arms, and begins walking down the
ramp. Phil: This
promises to be a
match for the ages. Steve: I
advise that if you
easily disgusted, you don not watch this match. The entrance clouds with
smoke and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way
through the
fog to the ring. Phil: These
two men look a
little uneasy as they enter this ring. The ropes are completely wrapped
in
barbed wire. Steve: Just
think though, one
pin fall does not win this match! This is an Iron Man Match. Both of
these men
will go at it for a half hour straight. The one who racks up the most
pin falls
in that time, wins. Phil: How
sick can Azreal and
Waylander be, making these two fight in this barbed wire for a half
hour
straight. Gamble and TGM are in the
center of the ring, both men staring at the barbed wire wrapped tightly
around
the ropes. They begin to circle the ring just starring at the sharp
metal that
will no doubt destroy their bodies this night. Gamble looks over at
Malinko and
sees that TGM is not watching him. Gamble charges and send TGM into the
barbed
wire ropes!! Gamble backs off as TGM falls to the mat below the ropes,
blood is
truckling down his right arm onto the mat. Steve: Well
that didn’t take
to long now did it? Gamble grabs Malinko by the
foot and drags him into the center of the ring. Gamble stomps the
midsection of
TGM a few times before dropping an elbow to his throat. Gamble brings
Malinko to
his feet and takes him up and over hitting a perfect snap suplex.
Gamble rolls
over for the cover… 1…
NO!! TGM Kicks out!! Gamble makes
it back to his feet and brings TGM with him. Gamble sends TGM into the
corner
and follows him in with a clothesline. Gamble begins to slap the chest
of TGM.
Gamble climbs up on TGM and starts to lay rights to his face. TGM grabs
Gamble
by the waste hoisting him up. TGM takes a step out of the corner and
drops
Gamble back first on the top rope!!! Gambles bounces off the rope and
falls on
the mat face first!! Steve: Jesus
Christ did you
see that!!! Phil:
Gambles back is cut
open, look at all that blood, this is sick!! TGM notices the blood
coming from Gambles back and begins
to stomp on his back. TGM locks in the sharpshooter in the center of
the ring!!
The ref checks on Gamble and Gamble taps out!! Steve:
That’s one for Malinko
and none for Gamble!! Phil: Both
these men are cut
open and there’s still 16 minutes to go. TGM releases the hold and
brings Gamble to his feet. TGM sends gamble into the corner. TGM
charges in but
Gamble is able to lift his leg up and connect with a big boot. TGM
staggers
back a few steps as Gamble follows him out of the corner. Gamble
connects with
two huge right hands and sends TGM in the ropes!!! TGM falls face first
on the
mat!! Blood begins to flow down Malinko’s back. Steve: Wow,
there’s three
lacerations on his back!! Gamble brings TGM to his feet
and drives his knee into his midsection. Gamble
grabs TGM by the head and drives his face into the
ropes!!!
Gamble drags TGM’s face across the ropes before pulling him off!!
Gamble hooks
TGM arms and drops him with a pump handle slam!!! Gamble covers…… 1... 3!! Phil: Its
all tied up here
with ten minutes left!!! Steve: I
don’t care about the
score!! Malinko could be blind!!! Look at the blood pouring from his
face!! Malinko is rolling on the
matt in pain covering his face!! Gamble points to Malinko’s face and
screams in
to camera Gamble: See
that? See that? Gamble grabs Malinko and
helps him to his feet. Gamble sets up TGM and delivers his pulling
piledriver. Gamble
goes for the cover…. 1… NO!! Phil: How
the hell did he
kick out!! Steve:
Desperation my friend,
desperation. Phil: Well
there’s only four
minutes left, who’s taking this? Gamble pulls Malinko back to
his feet, Malinko knocks Gambles hands away and delivers right and left
to the
face of Gamble. Malinko backs Gamble into the corner still connecting
with
rights and lefts to his face. Gamble blocks the next punch and connects
with on
of his own. TGM backs out and charges in again, Gamble gets his foot up
and
connects with a big boot!! TGM is sent staggering to the center of the
ring.
Gamble charges out of the corner and connects with the blackjack!!!
Gamble goes
for the pin with 5 seconds left…. 1…
3!!! Phil: It’s
over!!! It’s
over!! Gamble wins!!! Steve: What
a match!! This is
what Inferno and King of the Deathmatch is all about!!!
Winner: Jay Gamble
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