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The arena is dark, but then purple pyro shoots off as “Conflict” by Disturbed hits the PA loud, fans cheer as the “Lethal Lottery 3: Life’s a Gamble” flashes on the Strike-tron. The arena lights come on and we can see a packed house. We then pan over to the commentators table to where we see Phil and Steve setting up for the PPV.
Phil: Welcome every one to Lethal Lottery 3: Life’s a Gamble
Steve: Tonight we got one hell of a show for you, thank you all for tuning in and bringing us into your homes for one hell of an evening.
Phil: Tonight we see Brandi James take on Johnny Legend in a world title ladder match
Steve: And the Semi Finals to the Lethal Lottery.
Phil: Along with a US title defense, and an Xtreme Title defense
"Suk it Up" by (Hed)P.E. blasts. The song plays for a few moments and then a group of men all step out onto the stage. These men are Shawn Walsh, Clayton Walker, and Big T, all sporting the new Superiority Complex t-shirt. As they are about halfway down the ramp, Prophet appears and begins to slowly follow them, walking alone in his religious suit. All four men climb into the ring and relax as Shawn Walsh is handed a mic from the ring announcer.
Shawn Walsh: Alright, alright. Cut the music. Now I know how happy you all are to see me here tonight.
Walsh’s comment is met by a huge chorus of boo's from the audience. Shawn just laughs and continues.
Shawn Walsh: Let's cut to the chase. We are here tonight to make a ground breaking announcement concerning the future of Superiority Complex. No longer will others run their mouthes about us and not receive some sort of repercussion. Tonight marks the beginning of the List. The List contains the name of everybody who has angered us - everybody who will be hunted down like dogs and made to regret their actions.
The crowd is quiet, listening closely to Walsh's words. The rest of SC just smiles and listens.
Shawn Walsh: So without further ado, I give you. The List.
The StrikeTron suddenly flashes and a list of names in large red text is displayed, with a picture of each person next to their respectful name. The men displayed are Sean Lane, Mike Zybala, Black, JayJay the Clown, Glenn Owen, Radiant, Johnny Legend, and Erik Dean. The crowd ooh's and ahh's at the names.
Shawn Walsh: The names on the List will be periodically eliminated, at complete random, so NOBODY will be able to prepare for a possible attack. Before they know it, they will have been layed out. Anyways, let's move on, shall we kiddies? There is another important matter we need to attend to tonight, and it involves one man in particular. Big T.
Big T gives Shawn a surprised look, as he apparently has no idea what is going on. Shawn just smiles and puts his arm on T's shoulder.
Shawn Walsh: No worries, no worries. I just have a few things to say, all right gangsta? You play a very vital role in the Complex. You take care of all the stuff outside of the ring; we take care of the things in the ring. But it seems you have been acting a bit. Well, a bit cocky as of late. Let's not forget why you are here. You are here because Damien Sparks WANTED you here; he thought you would be great. Hell, he came up to me personally and told me that you would be perfect for S.C. But so far, you have not fully lived up to your expectations.
Shawn takes his arm off Big T's shoulder and stands in front of him. Big T looks incredibly confused.
Shawn Walsh: However, Damien Sparks values your work ethic, and was always pretty protective over you. He likes you, junior. But tonight, Damien Sparks is on the other side of the world - he's in 'bloody Scotland'!
Suddenly, a man appears at the top of the stage wearing a black bowl top hat, a pinstripe shirt and pinstripe pants with overalls, and is carrying a black baseball bat. It's former XCW Owner, Cody Berntsen! He slowly walks down the ramp and stands outside the ring behind Big T, the crowd cheering the whole time. Big T notices Cody out of the corner of his eye and spins around to face him.
Shawn Walsh: You are the weakest link - goodbye!
Cody quickly slides into the ring, and just as he gets to his feet,
Shawn Walsh hits Big T with his patended High Voltage superkick on the back of his had. Big T stumbles into the ropes, and bounces back to his feet. Cody swings the baseball bat and connects across Big T's back. T collapses and lies motionless on the mat. Cody immediately mounts him and places the bat under his chin, choking up. He grabs the mic from Walsh.
Cody Berntsen: Hey T. Long time no see, huh buddy? Bet you never saw
this coming, did you? Of all people, good ol' Cody returning to take your job! Guess what? LIFE'S A GAMBLE, AND YOU LOST!
Cody spits in Big T's face and stands, where he high-fives Shawn Walsh
and then Clayton Walker. As Prophet approaches Cody, he stands motionless and stares into his eyes. Prophet examines Cody closely.
Prophet: I.. I know your face. But how? Who are you?
Cody winks at Walsh and speaks.
Cody Berntsen: Nobody, Kri-I mean, Prophet. Just a friend.
"Suk it Up" by (Hed)P.E. plays again as Superiority Complex leaves the ring area, with Big T lying on the mat holding his back.
Knife* vs. Rein Webb vs. Radiant ( Hardcore Rules - Xtreme Title Match )
WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA is heard in a deep bass voice
throughout the
arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros
start
exploding on both sides of the ramp. As the pyros fade suddenly
"Lithium" By
Nirvana erupts through the speakers and the black curtains up on the
stage
are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main
stage. He
takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back
and
looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both
arms
into the air and pauses for a few moments. Seconds later he lowers his
arms
and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he
slaps
a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop. He runs the remaining twenty
feet or
so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He
stands
up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the
top.
He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the
fans.
Seconds later "Lithium" By Nirvana fades and Radiant hops down and
stretches
on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights
fade
back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop.
The lights in the arena go out. "Demise of Sanity" by Black Label
Society
starts up as blue and green strobe lights start to go off. Red pyros go
off
all over the stage and the ramp and Knife walks out on stage. With Mosh
Girl. Knife psyches himself up for a moment and then Mosh Girl smacks
him on
the ass. Knife takes off running down the ramp and slides into the
ring.
Knife goes to each turnbuckle in turn, stand on the top rope and
showboats
as Mosh Girl walks to the ring. When she reaches the ring and Knife
finishes
his showboating they go to the center of the ring, bow down, and come
up
giving the metal sign as green pyros go off at all four turnbuckles.
Phil: Thanks to the good people of Las Vegas who have donated some
weapons
for this match, there are all sorts scattered across this ring. There’s
even
a slot machine! $$$, what the fuck can you do with a slot machine?
Steve: Gamble with it? I dunno, but this is LAS VEGAS! Who cares Phil?!
Phil: *sulking* I do.
Radiant and Knife both look at each other and nod, then they look at
Dave
Van Dam. He wanders back into his turnbuckle and then falls down to the
mat.
Radiant rushes up to him and tries to stop him from escaping, but he’s
already well out of the way of Radiant. Knife however, runs across the
ring
and leaps over the top, hitting a cross body on an unsuspecting DVD!
Knife
rolls off of DVD and holds his ribs for a few moments before getting up
again, but Dave stays down. Radiant slides out of the ring and grabs
DVD by
the throat. With amazing strength, Radiant lifts DVD off the ground and
then
hoists him up as if he was going to go for a scoop slam. But he holds
DVD,
and starts to slide him down so far until his head rests of the mat.
Knife
seems to know what Radiant is thinking, and from behind, Knife runs up
to
them both, and baseball slides between Radiant’s legs, smacking DVD
straight
in the face making him fly up level to Radiant’s shoulders. With DVD…
airbourne… Radiant drops down into a sitting position and nails a
faceplant
that ends with a sickening thud as DVD falls face first into the floor.
Radiant pauses for a few seconds to catch his breath, but he’s quickly
up
again, yet he’s only to be smacked in the back by a chair holding
Knife.
Phil: I guess that little team is over now.
Radiant only leans forward after the attack, but Knife hits him again
and
again until he falls over, then he continues to hit him until he rolls
onto
his front. By now, the chair has been wrecked, and Knife goes for one
last
swing to Radiant’s face! No! Radiant grabs the chair quickly, and rams
the
other end into Knife’s own face! He falls into the barricade and nearly
falls over it, but the security guard eases him back towards the ring.
Radiant somehow seems to have been unaffected by the 9 chair shots he
took
in total and is already back onto his feet. He grabs Knife, slams his
head
off off the apron and then SPINEBUSTERS KNIFE THROUGH A BLACKJACK
TABLE!
Steve: Ouch… I guess it makes more sense than a fucking slot machine
though.
Radiant drags Knife out of the rubble that used to be a brittle
blackjack
table and wraps him around STF. Knife starts tapping but the referee
doesn’t
do anything about it. “Pinfall only” he shouts at them. Radiant stands
up,
and is pushed into the steel post by DVD. Radiant goes down, but looks
up at
DVD with a look of pure fury. He gets up once again, and catches up
with a
stumbling DVD. He knees Dave in the gut, bends him over standing at his
side, and hooks his arm. He leaps up and brings him down with a HUGE
Closing
the Casket that sends the fans into frenzy. They start cheering
Radiant’s
name.
Steve: Radiant is looking unbeatable tonight!
Radiant goes for a pin on DVD…
1….
2…….
No! Knife manages to break up the count.
Knife throws Radiant off and goes for his own cover
1…
2……
No! Radiant lifts Knife up and scoop slams him on the mat. He then goes
back
to the ring, and orders that the ref counts them out. He refuses to,
saying
that it’s not part of the stipulations for the match. Radiant shrugs
and
grabs a table leg. He looks around, trying to look innocent and waits
for
the ref to turn his back on him. When he does so, Radiant runs forward
and
smacks the leg across his head, so hard in fact, it splits. The table
leg,
not the referees skull that is. The small ref falls over the top rope
and
lands beside DVD on the outside. Radiant is the only person in the
ring,
and after waiting a minute or so, he peers over the edge of the ring,
to see
the referee… Dave Van Dam, but no Xtreme Champion! Knife is no where to
be
seen! Radiant turns around to look for him, and he’s met with a missile
drop
kick!
Steve: How did Knife get there? Where the hell did he go?
An instant replay shows he crawled under the ring and then came out the
other side and sneaked up behind Radiant without him noticing.
Radiant fell back into the turnbuckle after the drop kick, and Knife
took
full advantage. He lifts Radiant up onto the top rope and then climbs
up
himself. Precariously, they both stand on the top rope. DVD is starting
to
stir outside has tries to knock the ropes so they both fall down, but
it’s
too late! Knife lifts Radiant up and slams him into the ground with
Take The
Pain from the top rope! Knife covers, and Radiant is still down by the
time
the fans count to 12. The ref has been knocked out cold! Knife stands
up
signals for another ref to come down from the back! One does, and Knife
goes
for another count!
ONE!
Radiant leaps up onto his feet and kicks Knife behind the knee, causing
him
to go down into a kneeling position. Rad then pulls Knife’s head in
between
his legs and lifts Knife back up onto two feet again. He lifts him up,
into
a powerbomb position and holds it for a few seconds while he walks
across
the ring. He stands at the edge and drops Knife down to the floor
below,
however, Knife falls through a pinball machine first which sparks up
and
explodes as Knife makes impact with it! Knife stands up immediately
holding
his scorched back. His T-shirt and burnt skin become combined and a
sick
smell rises up through the arena. Knife stops moving when he rests up
against the barricade, facing the crowd. With each breathe, he moans
and
cries out an obscenity. The security guard orders the crowd near the
barricade to move back when he sees Radiant standing on the top rope.
Phil: What is this sick bastard going to do now?!
Steve: Phil, I honestly don’t know, but right now, I think it would be
kinder in the long run to just finish Knife off… His flesh is burnt, he
can’t fight back! DVD is pretty much out of the whole equation now, and
one
referee has already been knocked out by Radiant! Radiant should just
finish
this match off now!
Radiant leaps off of the top rope and hits a variation of the
‘Moondweller’
kick. It takes a lot out of him too, but it seems to completely knock
Knife
out of the match! The referee slides out from the ring incase there is
a pin
attempt, but nothing happens. But wait! DVD is somehow back onto his
feet!
He uses the apron to help him walk over to Knife, but he gets there and
on
arrival, he falls over Knife’s knocked out body! The ref counts!
ONEEEEEE…
TWOOOOOOOOO…
Radiant has picked up DVD before the pin can be finished, and has
drilled
DVD with a Nirvana before the referee can stand up. Radiant delibrately
slams DVD over the pinball wreckage and he lies there now, squirming in
agony. Radiant picks up a singapore cane, and slams it over DVD’s head,
and
then grabs bowling ball from out of a bag. He swings it around by his
side,
building up momentum before driving it down into DVD’s ribs. Theres a
loud
“ooooh” as this is done. The ref tells Rad to ‘go home’, but he ignores
this
and lifts Knife up again. He lifts the Xtreme Champion over his head,
and
drops him down over the barricade for a gorilla press slam! Another
‘ooooh’
from the crowd, and Radiant finishes it as Knife falls back down to the
floor again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Phil: After his performance right from the start, I don’t think there
was
any doubt who would win this tonight.
Steve: Radiant is now the Xtreme Champion! Are people such as Allisa
and
Hectzilla – who have been looking to gain this title for themselves
still go
forward and try and beat Radiant after tonight?
Phil: Radiant and Allisa? Fuck!
Steve: Huh?
Phil: It was Radiant who put Allisa out of action last time round when
they
both became Lightweight champions!
Steve: Whoa, that is going to be a must-see if Allisa can ever get
herself a
shot at the Xtreme Championship!
Winner: Radiant
Rose Thorn is walking down the corridor minding her own business and
concentrating on her match, when Allisa O’Toole steps out of one of the
changing room doors in front of her wearing her full attire. Allisa
spots
Rose and smiles. Rose stops dead in her tracks and looks prepared to
fight.
Allisa: Whoa! I don’t want to fight you, darling!
Allisa walks up to Rose, smiles at her and puts her arms around her
shoulders. She starts to walk down the corridor, this time with Rose
Thorn
in tow and tries to make conversation with the new girl.
Allisa: Don’t take this the wrong way darling, but I’ve been watching
you.
Rose Thorn’s eyes open a little wider, surprised.
Allisa: No – I haven’t been stalking you! …
Rose Thorn slumps a little again, relaxed now.
Allisa: I mean I’ve been watching your matches, and I have to say
you’re
pretty darn impressive. You’re working with the British Bad Ass
tonight,
aren’t you? I’m British too! Did you know that… Yeah well, we all have
something in common here…
Rose looks a little confused by Allisa’s rambling.
Allisa: Sorry, I guess I’m losing the point! All I wanted to say is…
Allisa pulls her arm forward - the arm around Rose’s shoulders – which
causes Rose to fall forward onto all fours. Allisa steps back and
delivers a
shockingly powerful soccer kick to Thorn’s ribs. Allisa drags Rose up,
and
kicks her between the legs! By now, this backstage attack was being
seen all
across the arena on the Striketron…
Steve: OUCH! BOLLOCKS, that must have hurt!
Allisa props Rose up against the wall of the corridor and a high stack
of
boxes that have been filled with excess heavy sound equipment! Allisa
grins,
and nails a powerful roundhouse kick to Rose’s gut, followed
immediately by
a sidestepping thrust kick to the jaw! Rose begins sliding down the
wall,
down to the floor, but Allisa grabs her and pulls her forward. Allisa
punches Rose in the jaw, before lifting her up and slamming her down
with
Materialism [Snowplow] onto the floor!
Phil: Why the fuck is Allisa doing this to Rose Thorn?
Allisa glares at the pile of boxes filled with sound equipment and then
down
at the bloodied Rose Thorn. Allisa struts up behind the boxes and
contemplates what she should do next. She seems to have made her mind
up,
and starts calling over to Rose, who is trying to get out of harms way.
Allisa: Back home, in Britain, we all feel that Glenn Owen has been a
bad
representation of the British people, therefore, I have made it my duty
to
put him out of action… or at least take him out of the Lethal Lottery.
I
figured his odds of winning would be much less when he has to fight
without
a partner! You see darling, if I let the “British Badd Ass” win the
Lethal
Lottery, I wouldn’t be able to live with the shame brought upon the
Motherland… Knowing I had LET him win it would mean I am no better than
he
is… and that is a shame I won’t bring down upon myself… So, darling,
when I
let these boxes down on top of you, don’t take it personally… I’m doing
it
for the pride and dignity of Britain!!!
Allisa pushes the boxes down over Rose Thorn and a shriek can be heard
coming from underneath the ten or so boxes that had just fallen onto
Rose
Thorn. Allisa smirks and strides away. The scene fades showing Allisa
O’Toole walking down the corridor, and a leg peaking out from
underneath the
boxes. A sickening laugh echoes through the long room as Allisa turns
back
into her own changing room.
Gavin Winters* vs. Connor MacDaddy ( Television Title Match )
Phil: Well it’s time now for our second match, and this is a match I’m really looking forward to.
Steve: Lets see if old Connor can win his first ever match at a ppv. God it seems like he’s been around far to long to have not one before.
There is a sudden hush amongst the entire arena. Then there is a flash of white light for a brief second. Then another. The crowd erupts as they realize who is about to enter. Just then the entrance below the jumbo tron lights up with a low flickering red light and "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne hits the PA. The white flickering lights continue to flash as "The Sadistic One"s figure along with Joe Ruud can be seen in the back of the red lights. Both walks forward sending the crowd into a crazed cheering. As he walks out flames emerge from the sides of the entrance ramp vertically forming a wall of flames behind him. Winters stops and stretches his arms and neck in his trademark way. He then makes his way down to the ring. Walking slowly and confidently. The fans are trying to touch him and get his attention but he just walks by, not arrogantly, just confidently. He gets to the ring and walks up the steel steps and gets in through the ropes. He walks over to the ropes and leans against them a few times stretching them and bounces back a bit. He then goes to the opposite ropes and climbs on the second rope and raises his left hand setting flames off on every turnbuckle. He then goes to his corner.
Steve: Well Gavin certain looks up for this, and he’s going to do everything he can to make sure he keeps that title.
Connor then appears and makes his way down the ramp to no music at all. HE has a Doll in his right hand, and nquite a few people laugh and cheer at him while he talks to it walking towards the ring. He seems to be having an argument with it.
Phil: Damn, he’s still talking to the doll. This guy is crazy…
Steve: Yeah, but if it were not for that doll, then he would not be out here now.
Connor looks up at Gavin who is laugh at him, and this does not please Connor one bit. The bell rings for the match to get underway.
Steve: Here we go……
Gavin Winters starts by walking round the ring and staring at MacDaddy, but he is just staring in the centre staring at him. All of a sudden Winters makes a lunge for MacDaddy and starts hitting him with right hands to the head. HE then throws MacDaddy into the ropes and on his way back hit’s him with a clothsline which sends MacDaddy down to his feet, but he gets straight back up and just asks Winters to bring it some more.
Phil: Yeah, you can’t keep a mad man down.
Winters then bounces himself off the rope and goes for another clothesline but MacDaddy ducks, and on his return just punches Winters straight in the face which sends him crashing down to the ground. MacDaddy then looks out at the crowd and smiles….
Steve: Damn, there’s going to be no messing here by Connor.
Winters gets himself back on his feat, but straight away MacDaddy starts to kick away at Winters, he then takes his head and throws him into a corner and then starts to kick away with his right foot to Winters gut. But as he is doing so, Winters suddenly reverses it and starts to kick away at Connor. He does this until Connor is on his knees, but brings him back to his feet and into the centre of the ring, he then goes behind Connor and pouts him in a neck hold, and Connor is trying desperately to escape. Winters keeps holding on, and finally the ref does make him let go, but not before putting in a huge right hand to the back and watches as MacDaddy goes into the rope. Winters then comes over and hits a devastation clothesline which sends MacDaddy over the top rope and down to the floor below.
Steve: And out goes Connor.
Connor while on the floor then looks up, and seems to be talking to someone in the corning where the bell ringer sits. It then becomes clear he is talking to his doll, and he starts getting worked up all over again.
Phil: Ha, Connors getting advice from his little pal.
Connor then stands straight up and bangs his fist on the side of the ring. He jumps up onto the top rope, and as Winters runs over to him to try and shove him back down, MacDaddy gives him a hard right hand to the head which sends him right back into the centre of the ring and makes him dazed for a moment. MacDaddy then jumps over the rope, but uses the top rope to launch himself onto Gavin Winters and both men then hit the floor and are down. MacDaddy then gets up and brings Winters with him, performs a back breaking suplex which leaves Winters rolling around in pain.
Steve: Damn, whatever the doll said it must have really made MacDaddy angry.
MacDaddy then brings Winters to his feat, but Winters gets in a punch to the groin that stops MacDaddy in his tracks. Now it’s Winters turn to suplex Connor, only this time much more technically correct than him. Winters then brings MacDaddy to his feat and gives him a few hard right hands to the head which leave MacDaddy Dazed. Then Winters walks over into the corner and climbs up onto the top rope and signals to the crowd who are now standing on there feat.
Steve: Yes, I know what’s coming here…. Psychosault
Winters then launches himself of the top rope, but Conner just bout manages to get in a punch to the gut on his return and Winters goes rolling around on the floor in pain.
Phil: Damn, I thought Connor was gone there….. Lucky he saw that just in time.
Now it’s Connors turn to go to the top rope, not really sure about what he is going to do. He then launches himself straight on top of Gavin Winters, with no particular style, and although landing on Winters, half of his body also crashes onto the mat. Both me lay there, and after a few moments, Connor uses all the strength he has to make a single arm cover on Winters…
1……
2……
Kickout….
Steve: Winters kicked out, god he must be strong.
Connor no starts banging his hand down on the mat with anger. He then gores for another cover.
1…. .
2….
Kickout
Steve: And again, Connor is not having much luck here.
Connor now gets mad and starts arguing with the ref. He then runs into the rope and bounces himself off and Performs a legdrop on Winters. He then once again goes for the cover.
1….
2….
3…..
The bell rings for the end of the match.
Steve: That’s it, Connor has finally done it. His first ppv win ever and he has taken the TV title as well.
Phil: And what an effort by Gavin Winters, that man just would not stay down.
Connor then leaves the ring, Ruud then steps into the ring and looks at Winters, then Ruud hits a DDT to Winters knocking him out cold. Ruud then starts to laugh and he exits the ring
Phil: Man, what was that about?
Winner: Connor MacDaddy
We slowly zoom up on a woman with her back to us. Her long wavy brown hair hangs to about her middle back and her height could be no more then 5'5, 5'6 but she holds a towering presence. She stands nearest to a crew member, who she seems to having a conversation with. She laughs and we move in closer. The crew member is balding and going older with everyday, but he doesn't seem to mind as she looks at the woman in front of him.
Crew Member: Yes, well it was good to see you again.
Woman: Yeah, same here.
Crew Member: Enjoy your first PPV, Missy.
The woman laughs again and begins to turn as the crew member walks away. Her hair washes over her face as she makes a quick turn and begins to walk toward us. As the hair falls into place we come to the quick realization that it is none other then Megan the Monster, the mother. We notice her hands seem to holding something and we quickly move down to see what it is. There gently swings an imported Primo Viaggio Infant car seat with fusion fabric. And there lays Nigella, or better known as Baby Nelly, wearing a red Tommy Hilfiger Micro Flag One Piece. Her arms wave up and her feet bounce off the cushioning of the car seat. We move back up to see Megan again. She seems to be wearing a Red Tommy Hilfiger T-shirt and a pair of some designer blue jeans (like mother, like daughter). Megan slowly comes toward us and catches a beverage table to her left. She begins to make course toward it but is quickly interrupted an approaching person who we cannot see. Megan lights up with a smile as this person draws nearer.
Megan: Hey, hi.
The person finally comes into view and it's Candy Peeks. Candy smiles as she comes closer to Megan.
Candy: Hi, how are you?
Megan: I'm all right. Yourself?
Candy: Good, I see you brought the little one.
Megan: Yup, Baby Nelly's first Pay-Per-View. Well, her first event really.
Candy: Well, that's good. Gotta start 'em young. Haha.
Megan: Haha, true.
Candy: Well, you make sure she enjoys it.
Megan: Oh, I defiantly will.
Candy: Good seeing you again.
Megan: Yeah, same here.
Candy: You have fun as well.
Megan: That I'll make sure of as well... Oh, yeah, good luck.
Candy: Well, thank you.
Candy gives a gently wave to Baby Nelly as she walks past Megan. She turns a corner and is gone. Megan turns her attention back to the beverage table and it's veritable array of goodies. She places the car seat on the edge of an empty table that has nothing on it. The handle slips just slightly and we are able to read "Baby Nelly" monogrammed in gold letters. She fusses and coos with excitement. Megan reaches her hand in and tickles her belly and she coos even more and her arms rock up and down.
Megan: Yes you are. You are a cutie.
Megan turns her back to pay some attention to the beverage table. She can't deiced if she wants a cup of tea, a cup of coffee or one of them many sodas that sit in metal pan of melting ice. She stares at the bottles of Pepsi, mountain dew, coke-a-cola, sprite and water.
Megan: Hm, what to drink? What do you think, huh, Nelly? Pepsi, water or tea?
Baby Nelly coos and rumbles her lips together and Megan giggles.
Megan: You give me the same answer every time. Tea it is.
Megan picks up one of the Styrofoam cups and pours hot water into it from the round metal container. She reaches over and picks up a tea bag from a tray of various ones on the table. She chooses just plain one and dips it into her cup of hot water. She slowly turns and is still all smiles. She looks at the car seat as do we. The car seat is empty, it just rocks slowly back and forth. She looks down at the ground then behind the seat, still smiling.
Megan: Okay, not funny. C'mon now.
Her face slowly drops as the realization begins to hit her. Along with her face drops the cup of hot tea. It crashes onto the concrete floor and splashes upward, hitting Megan her on her lower legs and feet. She remains motionless as everything begins to set in. Something inside her snaps and her eyes widen. Her breathing begins to become shallow and heavy. She suddenly begins charging forward and bangs on the nearest door with her fists. There is no response. She races forward, screaming at the top her lungs.
Megan : NELLY! BABY NELLY!
She wonders further down the hallway till she reaches a corner. She turns left and finds a group people. She grabs a younger man by the shirt, lifting him closer to her and screams at him.
Megan: DID YOU TAKE HER?!
The man just shakes his violently no and drops him. She turns to another woman who quickly shakes her head no and mummers the word no again and again.
Megan: Did you take her?!
She begins racing forward and the group of people just look at each, then at her then at each other again. They shrug their shoulders and give faces of distress.
Erik Dean vs. Triple X ( Steel Cage Match )
Candy Peaks is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in
her
hand. The steel cage above her begins to lower.
Candy Peaks: This next match will be a Steel Cage Match!!!
The arena is quiet as the fans wait for something to happen, then a
loud bang
goes off as the lights in the arena dim down to low, them the sound of
"Faint" by Linkin Park hits the PA and the crowd goes a bit wild as
Pyro from Colors
red to Yellow shoots off into the arena sky. Erik Dean emerges from the
backstage area and enters the stage area.
Candy Peaks: First, making his way to the ring, the President of SFT,
Erik
Dean!!!
Dean stops and looks around at the crowd a bit and can see flashes
coming
from cameras going off, almost a bit blinding. Dean then walks down the
ramp way
slowly taking his time and enters the ring area and climbs into the
ring.
SC: The President of Strike Fantasy Towers is about to go up against
our
former boss of War Games, Damion "Triple X" Xavier.
MR: Yes he is Shawn and Erik may be a good President, but he isn't much
of a
wrestler. I don't like his chances in this steel cage environment.
"Faint" cuts out and the lights comeback on. The steel cage comes down
all
the way, surrounding Erik Dean. As the lights in the arena start to
dim,
suddenly "IT IS NOT A F*CKIN GAME" appears in big red letters on the
Striketron,
followed by Fight Music hitting the pa system. Then Triple X walks out
from the
back, and as he makes his way down to ring side, pyro in the form of a
red x
shoots off behind him.
Candy Peaks: And his opponent, former SFT World Heavyweight Champion,
Triple
X!!!
Candy Peaks exits the steel cage enclosed ring. Triple X walks up the
steel
stairs and enters the steel cage. Then he walks to the center of the
ring and
poses with his arms crossed over his head in the shape of an X. Referee
Colin
Thrift closes the steel cage door and locks it with help from one of
the other
referees.
SC: Our former boss, now back where he belongs in the ring.
MR: He can be one nasty fighter in that ring. I think Erik Dean bit off
more
then he can chew right here.
SC: Maybe not.
Erik Dean attacks Triple X from behind. Erik Dean then starts hitting
Triple
X with some forearm shots to the back that bring Triple X down to one
knee.
Dean runs off the ropes, but Triple X catches him with a clothesline
that brings
Erik Dean down to the mat. Triple X covers Erik Dean as Colin Thrift
drops to
make the count.
MR: 1... 2 Kick out by Erik Dean.
SC: Triple X went for the win to soon.
Triple X picks Erik Dean up off the mat. He tries to body slam Dean,
but Dean
slides down XXX's back. Dean then nails XXX in the lower back with a
forearm
shot. Dean then hits a reverse DDT on XXX. Dean gets up and brings XXX
to his
feet as well. Dean snap mares XXX, then runs off the ropes, and does a
sit
down dropkick to XXX. Dean goes for a pin, Colin Thrift drops to make
the count.
MR: 1... 2... XXX kicked out!
SC: So far Dean has done really well.
MR: Yeah, but he's facing Triple X. Not some rub-a-dub wanna be
Goldeneye.
Dean gets up and brings XXX to his feet as well. Dean suplexes XXX and
then
goes up to the top rope. Dean moonsault's off the top rope but gets
nothing but
mat as XXX moves out of the way just in the nick of time.
MR: See what I mean? Erik Dean just got nothing but mat.
XXX gets up. Erik Dean gets up. XXX runs at Dean with a clothesline.
Dean
gets up and XXX runs at him with another clothesline. Dean gets up
again, this
time XXX runs him into the steel cage. Dean bounces off and lands on
the mat.
SC: XXX has Erik Dean reeling.
XXX grabs Erik Dean up and does a snap suplex on him. XXX walks over to
the
corner and makes his way to the top rope. He turns around so he can
face Erik
Dean.
MR: XXX is about to fly!!
XXX jumps off the top rope. Erik Dean moves out of the way.
SC: XXX missed the leg drop from the top rope!!
XXX gets up holding the back of his leg and some of his ass. Erik Dean
gets
up a moment later. XXX tries to superkick Erik Dean, but Erik Dean
catches his
foot.
SC: XXX is in a terrible position.
Erik Dean spins XXX around, kicks him in the gut, and hits the Spoken
Words!!
Erik Dean rolls XX over on his back and covers him as Colin Thrift
drops to
make the count.
MR: 1... 2... 3!!! It's over!! Erik Dean has beaten Triple X!!
SC: What an upset!!
MR: First Dean wins the World Title.
SC: Which nobody thought could happen.
MR: Now he pins XXX.
SC: Which nobody thought could happen.
MR: This guy is full of surprises!!
Erik Dean's music is playing as he celebrates. The steel cage begins to
rise
back up in the air.
SC: The steel cage didn't even come into play because the match was so
short.
MR: I don't know Shawn, hell has frozen over.
Winner: Erik Dean
We see “The Billionaire” Allisa has a small pile of posters in her
hands as
she walks down the corridor. She walks past Megan The Monsters locker
room
and smirks. She puts the posters down and picks up the top one from the
pile. She sticks it to her locker room door, picks up the posters and
continues to walk down the corridor. The camera zooms in to see what
the
posters says:
“Missing” “Ugly baby smothered in designer clothing” “Reward: A slap
around
the face for finding it again” “If found, please give it back to one
Megan
The Moose-ster.”
Allisa then sees Sean Lane’s locker room and picks up another poster.
This
time she laughs out loud as she sticks it to the door:
“Sean Lane” “Wanted for being so fucking ugly” “May well be wearing
camp
sparkly blue jacket… or possibly nothing at all” “Reward: A lot of
money”
“Dead of Alive, preferably dead. Thanks.”
Finally she walks past one Glenn Owen’s locker room. She giggles now as
she
sticks his poster to the door:
“Help needed.” “Old man requires mad sex and a new home” “Suffers from
drooping pectoral syndrome, a small penis and an ego problem.” “Doesn’t
like
spending money – make sure you’re cheap and give all dentures in good
condition to security before entering.” “Of British origin.”
Allisa bursts out laughing as she carries the rest of the pile through
some
double doors that lead to the main lobby. She throws the entire pile up
into
the air and they drift down over a crowd of SFT fans. As they read the
posters, some laugh and some seem utterly offended as they see their
favourite wrestlers ridiculed. Allisa smirks and walks through the
doors and
back to her changing room.
Shawn Walsh vs. Mike Zybala vs.Bella Morte ( "#1 Contendership for IC Title" Match )
SC: Well this match is for the IC contendership.
MR: Yeah, should be a good one...
Harvey: Coming from Jacksonville, Florida and weighing in at
195lbs...SHAWN WALSH!!!
"Suddenly, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike from the sides of the
stage. Blue pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the
center to meet in one giant explosion. "Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch
Nails begins to play loudly. Red strobe lights then begin to flash about
the arena. Just before the song picks up, you can hear a voice say "In
Shawn We Trust.... Mortal...." followed by an extremely cocky chuckle.
The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is
coming out. As soon as the vocals kick in, "The Answer" Shawn Walsh
emerges from the backstage area, along with his agent, former SFT Owner Big
T. Shawn taunts the crowd on stage for a moment as Big T chuckles and
eggs him on. Walsh smirks and then he and Big T make their ways down to
the ring. Walsh leaps up onto the apron and flashes his million dollar
smile while Big T remains on the outside. Walsh paces back and forth
for a moment and then leaps over the top rope and into the ring. He
climbs the far turnbuckle and raises his fists to the crowd, recieiving even
more boos. Shawn flicks the crowd off and then spits out to the sea of
fans. He leaps down from the turnbuckles, and waits for his opponents."
SC: Walsh has to be the cockiest person Ive seen..
MR: Well it works for him, standing there is the next World Champion!
Harvey: Coming from Buffalo, New York and weighing in at 138lbs...MIKE
ZYBALA!!!
"Mike makes his way through the crowd and climbs into the ring, Walsh
chuckles as he see's Mike.."
Harvey: Coming from Novi Ligure, Italy and weighing in at
125lbs...BELLA MORTE!!!
"The arena goes dark, and deep red lights flicker throughout the arena.
'Capital Punishment {MM6 Remix}' by Unit 187 plays, and Bella Morte
appears in the entranceway. She looks around her, then walks down the
ramp. She slides into the ring, and stays on all fours for a moment. She
lifts herself to her knees, looks around a again, then stands up. Harvey
leaves the ring as the ref walks into the middle and the bell rings.."
MR: Here we go!
DING DING DING
"Bella and Mike go at it first, Bella picks up Mike and puts him into a
powerslam. Bella than begins to stomp on Mike's chest as he lays on the
ground, all of a sudden Walsh comes from behind and puts Bella into a
german suplex. Walsh gets up and gives a cocky smile as he walks over to
the layed out Bella. Walsh picks Bella back up and throws her into the
corner turnbuckles, Mike gets up slowly. While Bella is against the
turnbuckles and Walsh moving in on her, Mike runs and does a baseball
slide right into Walsh, which trips Walsh down."
MR: Smart move by Mike..
SC: Not really, that move really got Walsh pissed off..
"Mike gets up and walks over to Bella and puts her up on the top
turnbuckles and follows with a top rope suplex. Walsh rolls out of the way,
while Mike lands that move. Walsh gets up and stands over the body of
Mike and Bella, Walsh picks Mike up and puts him bodyslams him onto
Bella. Walsh than puts one foot on the body of Mike that lays on top of
Bella, the ref counts 1....2....Kickout.."
SC: A cocky pin, never works...
"Walsh stomps on Mike's chest and walks away. Bella rolls Mike off, and
rolls over to the ropes to climb back up. Walsh walks back over to Mike
and picks him up, Mike pushes Walsh off and kicks Walsh in the gut.
Mike than puts Walsh into a DDT and goes for the pin. 1...kickout."
MR: You can't beat Walsh with just a simple DDT!
SC: Well atleast Mike tried...
"Mike gets up along with Walsh, Mike attempts to go for another DDT,
but Walsh pushes Mike into the ropes and closelines Mike out of the ring.
Bella comes from out of nowhere and low blows Walsh, Walsh drops like a
sack of potatoes while holding his crotch. Bella than drags Walsh into
the middle of the ring and puts him into a bosten crab. Mike rolls into
the ring and kicks Bella in the back of the head, the boston crab is
released. Mike starts to bash Bella's head into the mat, Walsh gets back
up and grabs Mike from behind and puts Mike into Full Nelson Suplex.
Walsh gets up and goes over to Bella and rolls her out of the ring. Walsh
moves back to Mike and picks him up. Walsh throws Mike into the ropes
and connects with a forearm smash when Mike comes back."
SC: Looks like Walsh is taking charge...
"Walsh gives a cocky smile as he pulls the hair out of his face. Walsh
picks Mike back up and attempts to put him into a Belly-To-Belly Suplex
but Mike reverses it and sends Walsh flying. Walsh holds his back as he
gets up quickly, Mike runs at Walsh but Walsh ducks as Mike attempts to
closeline him. Walsh than grabs Mike and spins him around to put Mike
into High Rolling, Walsh than covers Mike 1...2...kickout..."
MR: What the?!
SC: Mike actually kicked out of Walsh's High Rolling?
"Walsh gets up and pulls his own hair, Walsh stomps over to Mike and
picks him back up. Bella is standing in the outside of the ring and just
blows her her up and walks away from the ring and to the backstage."
MR: I guess Bella didn't want anymore of this match..
"Walsh throws Mike out of the ring, and follows. The ref starts to
count 1...... Walsh goes over Mike body and starts to taunt him and slap
him alittle in the face...2.. Walsh picks Mike up and launches him into
the guardrails. 3...Mike makes a huge slam as he slowly slumps down when
he hits the rails....4.. Walsh walks over to Mike and picks him up by
the hair, Walsh than kicks Mike in the gut and puts him into a
piledriver, right on the cement of the outside. Walsh rolls into the ring and
back out to restart the count, Mike slowly gets up but Walsh is there
with a foot to the jaw. Mike goes back down, Walsh than picks Mike up and
taunts to the crowd as he attempts to put Mike into a suplex, Mike
reverses it and suplexes Walsh on the cold cement."
MR: Great reversal by Mike Zybala..
SC: Yeah, but is it enough to take Walsh out?
MR: Well, Walsh is alittle flustered...
"Mike picks Walsh up and rolls him into the ring, Mike rolls in after
Walsh. Mike picks Walsh up and puts him into a DDT, cover
1...2..kickout. Mike rolls off and stays on the ground, both men are laid out and the
ref starts to count. 1..2...3...Walsh slowly gets to his
knees...4...5...Mike gets to his knees as well...6...7....Mike starts to punch Walsh
as they both are on their knees. Walsh gets a great punch in which
sends Mike back to the ground. Walsh gets up and walks over to the ropes,
Walsh starts to get his breath back. Mike gets up to his feet very
slowly, Walsh walks over to Mike, Mike attempts to put Walsh into a quick
3/4 Neckbreaker, but Walsh pushes Mike off and into the ref. The ref is
down and Mike tries to get the ref back up, the ref gets to his knees.
Walsh stays behind Mike, Mike gets the ref up but as Mike turns back
around to Walsh, Walsh does the High Voltage right on the chin of Mike.
Walsh goes for the cover, the ref slowly counts 1...2...3....."
MR: Yes! Walsh WON!
SC: Yeah, but Zybala sure gave him some trouble.
Winner: Shawn Walsh
MR: That was an unbelievable match there. Now Mr. Shawn Walsh will go on to face the Intercontinental champion next week.
SC: Whoever the champion may be by then.
MR: No kidding.
Cutting back to the ring we see Shawn Walsh still staggering around but, continuing to celebrate alone with himself. Behind him we see Zybala roll out of the ring and drop off onto the mat. The ref too leaves the ring and attends Zybala on the ground. Focusing back on Walsh we watch as he runs to a corner turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air feeding off the massive amount of boos coming from the crowd. He hops down and begins circling the ring with a smug, cocky, smirk smile on his face. He centers himself in the center of the ring and lowers himself down to one knee and flexes for the crowd and then laughs as they boo even louder. Just as he stands back up the whole arena goes dark.
SC: What's this? What's going on here?
MR: I don't know I can't see anything!
SC: Someone get the lights back on! Man is the electrician in trouble . . .
MR: Psh, Walsh was still in the ring . . .
Just then the lights turn back on. As they do and we look back to the ring we see Walsh still standing with a look of confusion on his face looking all around in front of him. Suddenly we start to a hear a small cheer from the crowd. Viewers still confused though. Suddenly the camera pans out a little bit we see that someone is standing right behind him hovering. Wearing all black and a black mask hiding his identity. The crowds minimal cheer turns into an uproar as well as camera flashes. Walsh begins laughing again thinking that they have decided to change their mind about him. He raises an arm in the air starting to thank people and doing all sorts of nice hand gestures until he looks up on the Strike-Tron showing exactly what everyone else is seeing in the ring. Walsh's smile quickly fades to a look of fear. He slowly starts turning around until he comes face to face with the unknown man. A couple seconds go by as both of them do nothing more than breath heavily on each other.
SC: What? What's going on? Who is that in front of Walsh?
MR: Why the hell are you asking me? How am I suppose to know? Just watch. This should be very interesting.
Back in the ring Walsh takes a step back . . . then another. He pauses for a moment and looks on in shock as the mysterious man takes a step forward . . . then another placing him right in front of Walsh again. Walsh then goes from a still stance to a sudden lunge towards the unknown man. He delivers a forearm smash to his head but, the man does not move. Walsh fixes his air and looks back at the man in confusion as he notices he did not budge. He runs and delivers a punch now but, again . . . he does not budge. Walsh then winds up for a third but, this time the man grabs him by the arm and stops him. He then counters and delivers a powerful punch of his own knocking him to the ground. Walsh stands back up and charges again but, the man knocks him down . . . again. Once more Shawn stands up and runs at him but, this time the man delivers a big boot laying Walsh out. He bends down and grabs Walsh by the head and brings him up to his feet. He then kicks him in the gut and then jumps in the air placing his right leg on top of his head and slamming him down face first.
SC: Say . . . isn't that . . . wait a second.
MR: That finisher is awfully familiar.
The crowd now still cheering may finally realize who this is. The man stands back up and walks fast over to the ropes and leans over it grabbing a mic from the ring announcer. He walks back towards the fallen Walsh and hangs over in front of his face and speaks.
?????: It appears that things are getting a little interesting around here now aren't they?
SC: They sure are.
?????: Mr. Walsh you call yourself The Answer? Well, I say your the problem! And I will not stop . . . until you are solved.
Just then the mysterious man rips off the mask and throws it on top of Walsh. We then find out it's none other than . . .
MR: RADIANT!
SC: Oh . . . my . . . God . . .
MR: Radiant just kicked Walsh's ass and made a bold statement just now.
Suddenly "Lithium" by Nirvana begins to play as Radiant begins walking away the camera zooms in on Walsh's unconscious face.
SC: This has been unbeleivable.
Prophet* vs. JayJay The Clown ( United States Title Match )
RW: Here we go. Kris.. sorry, damn it, I can never get used to that, Prophet Against Alex… Jesus Christ, Jay Jay The Clown.
JC: Heh…you cannot even get simple names right. Moron.
RW: Fuck up.
Harvey Vaughn: The following match is scheduled for one fall via Pinfall, Submission, Knockout or Disqualification and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Title.
Some clown music starts up in the arena as the crowd jump to their feet anticipation the entrance of Jay Jay The Clown. As the lights slowly transact to many colors out walks Jay Jay The Clown to a huge pop.
Harvey Vaughn: Introducing first. From the Circus near you. He is the challenger…JAY JAY THE CLOWN.
Jay Jay walks out on to the stage, accepting the crowd’s applause. After a minute of accepting, he then walks down the ramp and then eventually slides into the ring posing for the fans as the clown music eventually stops. Then "Would" by Alice In Chains blasts, and Prophet walks out to the ramp wearing a black and red hooded cloak.
Harvey Vaughn: And the Champion. From Calgary, Alberta, Canada. He is the United States Champion…PROPHET.
He stands at the foot of the ramp and quickly takes off his hood to reveal the US Title around his waist, then climbs into the ring and gets right in Jay’s face. As he takes off his Title he hands it to the ref. The ref then throws the belt outside as he calls for the bell, and instantly, Jay Jay begins throwing lefts and right, each one knocking Prophet back to the ropes behind him. Once Prophet hits the ropes, Jay Jay then whips him across the ropes, steps forward for Prophet to return and Jay Jay to land a quick knee the stomach of Prophet which sends Prophet over Jay Jay’s knees and as Prophet sits up, Jay Jay drives his knee into the back of Prohpet and starts pulling back in the neck.
RW: This is a good start or Jay Jay.
JC: Yeah, a good strong start is the best way to attack Prophet.
As Jay Jay pulls harder, Prophet extends his legs and reaches the ropes. The ref give’s Jay Jay the five count and at the count of four, Jay Jay lets go as Prophet begins to get back up Jay Jay grabs his head , turns around and snap suplexs him and then once again, pulls on the neck as Prophet is quickly to
get his hands on to the hands of Jay Jay, pulling up to keep away from the throat. After failing quickly, Prophet brings his legs in, and tries using Jay Jay for leverage, but as Prophet gets half way up, Jay Jay clubs him across the chest, bringing Prophet down again as Jay Jay then lets go of the neck and locks in a sleeper hold.
RW: Wow…it’s kind of early for this.
JC: Well it is actually smart. Cause Jay Jay has been working the neck, and he can probably take out prophet and reap the rewards of taking out prophet with like five methodical moves. The clown is smart I am telling you.
RW: Whatever.
Jay Jay tightens the gripas Prophet then reaches out to the ref, Chris Nevels, and gets him by the shirt. Nevels then begins to count to five for prophet to let go of the shirt, but instead, Prophet then pulls Nevels into Jay Jay, this causing Jay Jay to be knocked over and to let go of the hold.
RW: Now that is some tactics for you. Simple and effective.
JC: I know, but if the Nevels wakes up and remembers what happened, Prophet will get disqualified.
RW: Thus allowing Prophet to keep the Title.
Back to the action and Prophet is to his feet holding his neck in pain as suddenly, he ducks a clothesline from Jay Jay. Once Jay Jay realizes he didn’t hit Prophet, he stops, turns around only to get super kicked. Prophet tries a quick pin. 1..2..Shoulders off of the mat. Prophet immediately gets back up, showing no sign of distress as at the same time Jay Jay the Clown gets to his feet. Then, without warning, Prophet runs past Jay Jay, bounces off of the ropes and lands a bulldog on the unsuspecting Jay Jay Jay. Instantly after that, Prophet is quick to lock in an Indian Deathlock.
RW: Yes, hold that tight, remember what he did to you.
JC: He doesn’t need to tighten it further. The lock is so painful, even a weak version kills.
RW: Shut up you.
Back in the ring, and Nevels is checking Jay Jay, asking if he wants to quit, but Nevels gets no response, just some arms waving around. After a few moments, when it looks like Jay Jay is about to tap, Prophet realizes the hold as Jay Jay looks to try to get way, but as soon as he does, Prophet quickly locks it in again.
JC: Very smart move there.
RW: The guy is like a natural killer. Anything to deliver pain.
After a few moments again, Prophet releases the hold and rises to his feet, squatting a bit, waiting for Jay Jay to get up. As Jay Jay slowly does, he gets to his hands and feet before Prophet leaps and drop kicks Jay Jay right in the face. With that, Prophet goes for the pin.
1..
2..
Kickout.
RW: Close one there.
JC: No, he never had him.
RW: You should be quiet.
Prophet then once again, rises to his feet and then delivers a few stiff boots to Jay Jay before making his way over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbing it. As he looks to the crowd and then down at Jay Jay, he leaps off of the top rope, looking for a 450 splash, but instead gets nothing but mat as Jay Jay rolls out of the way. As Prophet clings on to his stomach, Jay Jay then slowly begins to make his way to his feet. Once he does, he brings Prophet to his feet and then pushes him to the ropes, before throwing him to the
otherside. But when Prophet returns, he leaps up and Hurricinranas Jay Jay.
RW: See that, just when he looks out of it, he just comes back.
JC: Whatever.
Prophet then rises to his feet and looks to the crowd before bringing Jay Jay to his feet. From then, he picks him up and then nails him with the Fall From Grace. He then goes for the pin.
1..
2..
3..
JC: A well earned win from Prophet.
RW: He never stood a chance of losing.
Winner: Prophet
Allisa runs up the corridor with a certain degree of stealth. There is
a
figure in front of her, but he has his back to her. She charges forward
now,
and dives forward, forcing her whole body into the man’s back. He falls
and
rolls over onto his front. It’s Rico Smith!
RW: Allisa obviously wants revenge after her loss against
Rico
Smith!
JC: I would too, I don’t blame her.
Allisa drops a knee across Rico’s face, gets up and stomps on his
chest. She
begins to smile whilst she stands on Rico’s face and twists around on
it.
She steps off and immediately nails an elbow drop across his throat.
She
slides over to him and forces her thumbs into his eye sockets. He
begins to
cry out in agony as Allisa attempts to crush his eyes. Blood leaks from
his
eye lids, and a satisfied Allisa pulls away. She starts to walk away,
and
turns a corner. Rico was not hurt badly by her assault, and manages to
get
back up onto his feet quite easily, however, his eyes were stinging and
he
couldn’t see from the blood dripping from his eyelids. Rico curses
Allisa
and begins to walk away too...
RW: SHIT!
Allisa comes running back out with a can of paint and she smashes it
over
Rico’s head! He falls down again, and Allisa slams the paint can over
the
back of his head! His face ricochets off the floor and once again he
turns
over onto his back. Allisa’s grin is sadistic now as she notices the
paint
pouring from the big can. She picks it up by the handle and looks at
Rico
for a few moments, before covering him head to toe in bright pink
paint.
JC: Maybe she’s taking this pay back thing a little too far
now.
Allisa grabs Rico’s paint saturated leg and lifts it up. She swings her
leg
out behind her, and then throws it forwards as hard as she can, right
into
Rico’s groin! She drops the leg and walks off in the original direction
she
came from, nudging Rico’s head as she walks past him.
RW: Allisa has gone mad!
Brandi James* vs. Johnny Legend ( World Title - Ladder Match )
The lights dim and "Enemy" by Sevendust starts up. As the bass line
picks
up, two shots of purple and siver pyro shoot straight up towards the
arena's
rafters. As the smoke clears, Brandi James is standing there, arms
raised,
with the SFT World Heavyweight Title around her waist. She smiles and
then
begins to strut down to the ring. She walks under the ladder, that is
set up
in the middle of the ramp. She then reaches the ring and rolls in. She
hands
the ref the World Title. He places it on the hanging ring and then
motions
for them to raise it.
RW: There's our beautiful World Champion, everybody!
The theme quickly changes as "You Know You're Right" by Nirvana plays
over
the speakers. Fireworks go off. Suddenly, Johnny Legend steps out from
behind the curtain. He pauses on stage for a moment and then begins to
walk
down the ramp. He stops midway down the ramp and begins to run down to
the
ring. He slides in and quickly begins to exchange blows with the World
Champion. The bell tolls to start the match as Legend grabs Brandi's
arm and
whips her into the ropes. Legend bends over, anticipating her return
but she
stops right before him and kicks in the chest. Legend flies backwards
and
down to the mat. Brandi smirks and makes the motion of the World Title
around her waist. She grabs Legend by the hair and lifts him up to his
feet.
As she does, he nails her with a hard right to the midsection! Brandi
grabs
her gut and staggers back a little bit. She then stands up straight and
runs
at Legend. She jumps up in a dropkick attempt, but Legend sidesteps it,
and
pushes her down - in mid-air! James crashes to the mat with a thud. She
rolls around in pain for a moment as Legend climbs out of the ring. He
walks
up the ramp a bit and grabs the ladder. He folds it up and then walks
down
to the ring. He throws it in over the top rope and then slides in
himself.
As soon as the ladder hit the mat, though, Brandi was up. She grabs the
ladder and as soon as Legend reaches his feet, she tosses it at him.
Legend
catches it and holds it for a moment, only to have it dropkicked into
his
chest by the World Champion! Legend falls backwards, the ladder still
lying
on his chest. James smirks and then climbs to the top rope. SHe poses
for a
moment and then leaps off, nailing a swanton bomb onto the ladder onto
Johnny Legend as the crowd "oohs" and "ahhs".
JC: Jesus!
James slowly staggers to her feet, clutching her back a bit in pain.
James
walks around for a moment and then looks at the ramp to see Nathan Gust
walk
out. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, not knowing what's going on.
Gust
smirks and then walks down to the ring. He stands at the apron and
looks at
the champion for a moment. He smiles and begins reaching under the
ring. He
pulls out a pile of tables - three - and then slides them into the ring
-
one by one. He reaches under again and comes out with a metal trash
can. He
raises his eyebrow and then tosses that into the ring as well. He
smirks and
then reaches under the ring one last time to pull out a toolbox. He
looks
confused and then slides that under the bottom rope as well. Gust then
struts around the ring and takes a seat next to JC. He puts on a
headset.
RW: Nathan Gust... What in the fuck are you doing?
Gust: Just wanted to make the match for exciting... Fo' sho'.
JC: Right...
Brandi stops staring at Gust and shrugs. She pulls the ladder off
Legend and
then lifts him to his feet. She notices the trashcan laying on it's
side and
walks Legend over to it. She stares at it for a moment and then
bodyslams
Legend, slamming him right down onto the trashcan, smashing it! Legend
yells
in pain and rolls around on the mat for a moment. Brandi chuckles and
then
grabs one of the tables. She walks it over to the corner and sets it up
on
the turnbuckle. She poses for the crowd.
JC: The champion is wasting time here!
She finally stops posing and picks Legend up. She walks him to the
corner -
opposite the table. She then grabs Legend's arm and whips him towards
the
table, but Legend reverses it and then sends Brandi flying into the
corner.
Legend then grabs James by the hair and the back of her shirt. He runs
towards the table and then throws James head first through it! Brandi
collapses to the mat and lies there - motionless. Legend grabs the
ladder
and then walks over to Brandi. He begins to hammer her in the back with
it.
Brandi writhes in pain as Legend stands over her, taunting her. Legend
finally walks away from her. He sets the ladder up in the center of the
ring
and stares up at the World Title. He points at the belt and then
himself. He
stands there for another moment - just looking up. He finally begins to
climb the ladder. He climbs rung after rung. He reaches the third rung
from
the top and reaches. He can't reach it and then he climbs up another
rung.
He gets his finger on the belt and is about to climb up one more rung,
but
Brandi's up. She staggers to the side and then falls into the ladder,
the
ladder falls to the side as Legend goes flying off and lands, crotch
first,
on the top rope! The crowd moans for Legend as he falls off to the side
and
to the thin mat outside the ring!
Gust: Oh shizzle!
RW: ....
Both competitors are down - Brandi in the ring - Legend outside. The
two lie
there, motionless, for nearly a minute. Suddenly, Brandi begins to
stir.
Moments later, so does Legend. Legend finally reaches his fet, as does
Brandi. Brandi walks over to the ropes and climbs through them. She
jumps
down to the outside - on the opposite side of the ring as Legend.
Brandi
walks over to the time keeper and shoves him out of the chair. She
grabs his
chair and folds it up. She then slides back into the ring. As she is
sliding
back in - Legend is too. Right when Brandi gets up, she spots Legend.
She
runs at him and swings the chair, but Johnny fucks it and gets behind
her.
Brandi turns around to face him and as she does, Legend pulls the chair
out
of her hands and drops it on the mat. He kicks Brandi in the
midsection. As
she bends over, he hooks her head and then nails her with a HUGE
implant ddt
on the chair!
JC: Ouch!
Gust: That must've hurt... On da rizzle!
RW: What is wrong with you?
Legend lies next to Brandi for a moment. He finalls stands himself up.
He
walks over to the toolbox and opens it. He spots a screwdriver and then
takes it out. He stares at it for a moment, sadistically, and then
walks
over to Brandi. He kicks Brandi in the side, causing her to flip over
onto
her back. She stares up at Legend, blood trickling down her forehead.
Legend
smirks and then uses the screwdriver to stab into her wound - causing
her to
bleed even more. Brandi kicks her feet in pain. Legend finally pulls
the
screwdriver up for a moment. He stares at the blood on it and then at
Brandi. He grabs the screwdriver with both hands and then starts to
bring it
down towards Brandi's face. Just before the screwdriver touches her,
James
reaches up and grabs Legend's arms. She holds him off for a moment,
pushing
his arms up a bit. Legend finally gets the upperhand and begisn to
force his
hands back down - pushing the screwdriver closer to Brandi's face.
Brandi,
sensing the problem hrough blood caked eyes, kicks up, nailing Legend
right
in the groin! Legend grabs his crotch and staggers backwards a bit.
Brandi
then kicks forward, nailing Legend in the stomache, causing him to
fall.
Brandi slowly sits up. She semi-crawls over to the ropes and uses them
to
help herself up. She shakes her head, and rubs the blood out of her
face fro
a moment. She walks over to the ladder and then sets it up in the
center of
the ring. She then begins to climb up - her back to Legend.
RW: This could be it!
As soon as she steps foot on the ladder, Legend gets to his feet.
Gust: Or... Not.
Legend drops the screwdriver and quickly grabs one of the final two
tables.
He sets it up, nearly right behind Brandi. The challenger raises his
arms to
the crowd and then walks around the table - to get right behind Brandi.
Brandi is nearly to the top of the ladder. She reaches up, but as she
does,
Legend slips between her legs, his face facing her crotch. Legend then
puts
Brandi's legs over his shoulder and pulls her off the ladder, slamming
her
down through the table in a powerbomb! Legend grabs the final table and
walks to the other side of the ladder. He sets it up and then picks
Brandi
up. He drags her over to the other side of the ladder and is about to
climb
up with her but he suddenly sows compassion. He shakes his head and
scoffs
at the champ, then tosses her off to the side. Legend begins to climb
up the
ladder. Gust suddenly grabs his headset.
Gust: Uh, I've got business to take care of...
Gust takes his headset off and throws it down. He stands and then runs
towards the ring. He slides in as Legend is nearly to the top. Gust
runs to
the opposite side of the ladder as Johnny and then begins to climb to
the
top. Gust stands there for a moment - Legend looking shocked. Suddenly,
Gust
leaps over the ladder, does a flip, grabs Legend's neck, and the two go
flying down to the mat - CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE IN A FLIPPING
NECKBREAKER!
JC: Holy shit!
The crowd goes crazy at that move. Gust begins to stand a bit. He
smirks and
dusts himself off. He looks at Legend for a moment and the camera is
barely
able to pick up what he says...
Gust: That was from Shawn.
Gust cracks his neck, he kicks Legend in the side of the head one time
for
good measure. He then walks over to the ropes and climbs out, as the
crowd
begins to boo him. He smirks and blows sarcastic kisses to the crowd,
causing them to boo more. Gust walks backwards and into the backstage
area.
The camera zooms in on the ring to see James and Legend, both out like
lights. Nearly two minutes go by with no movement at all. Suddenly,
miraculously, Brandi rolls over onto her stomache. She pushes herself
up to
her knees and sits there for a moment. Legend finally rolls over and
gets up
as well. Legend staggers around the ring and finally finds the chair.
He
picks it up, holds it in front of him, and begins to walk towards
Brandi.
Brandi, almost sensing it, reaches to the side, grabs the toolbox,
closes it
and jumps to her feet. SHe spins around as Legend nears and then throws
the
toolbox right into the chair, sending it backwards, colliding with his
face!
Legend collapses in a heap as Brandi stands there, over him. She stares
at
him as blood begins to flow from his face. She smirks and then begins
to
climb the ladder. Brandi nears the top, but Legend, amazingly, gets to
his
feet. He walks to the opposite side of the ladder and climbs up as
well. He
finally reaches the top, to stare at Brandi face to face. He nails the
champion with a hard right hand. Brandi returns it with a left of her
own.
RW: This is getting close!
Johnny with another right, Brandi with another left. This continues for
a
few rounds. Legend finally throws a punch at Brandi but she blocks it
and
returns with a right hand. Legend tries again, blocked one more time
and
then returned. Johnny tries one more time and it is blocked. Brandi
quickly
hooks her arm around Legend's head. SHe pushes herself off of the
ladder,
swinging around, the two then go crashing to the mat with a tornado
ddt! The
crowd pops.
JC: Ahhhhh!
Legend is out as Brandi holds onto the ladder to get back to her feet.
She
walks over to the corner and pulls herself to the top rope. She stands
there
a moment and then flies off nailing The Long Kiss Goodnight [Corkscrew
Moonsault]!!!! Legend spits out blood as Brandi lands on his stomache.
Brandi climbs off of the challenger and walks over to the ladder. She
slowly
begins to climb up. She reaches the second rung from the top and
reaches,
only getting a couple fingers on the belt. She stands for, reaching for
a
moment, and then finally climbs up to the top. She whipes her face and
thenr
eaches for the belt. She gets her hand on it and then tugs on it for a
moment. She finally pulls it off, and as she does she flies off the
ladder
and lands to the mat. The bell rings as "Enemy" by Sevendust begins to
play.
Brandi holds her title for dear life as both her and Legend are out in
the
ring.
RW: Brandi James has done it! She has retained in an AWESOME match!
JC: What a great champion she is!
Winner: Brandi James
British Badd Ass and Rose Thorn vs. Dave Steel and DJ Shocka ( Lottery Match )
RW: And now it's time for the first of our two lethal lottery main
events.
JC: This is going to be an exciting one indeed. The British Badd Ass
and
Rose Thorn are going against Dave Steel and DJ Shocka.
RW: It should be good. Who's your pick, Johnny?
JC: Well on one side you have the legendary Glenn Owen, and on the
other you
have the just as, if not more, legendary Dave Steel. To be honest I
have no
idea.
RW: I don't blame ya there. I guess the only way we'll know is to
watch!
JC: Good call, Mr. Obvious.
RW: That's RANDY Obvious to you…
JC: Just…don't talk anymore.
(The camera cuts to the audience cheering like crazy over this ppv.
Soon,
"The Boys Are Back In Town" by Thin Lizzy starts playing, and Glenn
Owen
comes out in his leather trousers, dark blue t-shirt, and dark red
wrist
bands. The crowd goes crazy when they see him walking down.)
Candy Peaks: This is a lethal lottery match, and is scheduled for one
fall.
First making his way to the ring, hailing from Austin, Texas and
weighing in
at 230 pounds…THE BRITISH BADD ASS!
(BBA taunts for the crowd as they cheer him on. He then stops at the
end of
the ramp, and looks over his shoulder. As he does, "The Boys Are Back
In
Town" fades away, and "Imaginary" by Evanescence starts playing, and
Rose
Thorn comes running down to the ring wearing black leather pants, a
black
bikini top, and black knee high boots.)
Candy Peaks: And his partner, also hailing from Austin, Texas, and
weighing
in at 130 pounds…ROSE THORN!
(Rose walks up to BBA, and he nods to her. She returns the nod, and the
two
both slide into the ring. BBA goes to one turnbuckle, and Rose Thorn to
the
turnbuckle opposite. The two taunt as the camera flash for them. Then
drop
down, and they go to the other two turnbuckles and taunt.)
RW: And those two definitely look ready to get it on tonight.
JC: You…sick…BASTARD!
RW: What? I just said--oh…OH! No I didn't mean…
JC: Sure you didn't. Now gets your hands out of your pants, and TRY to
act
professional…jeez.
RW: Ugh…
(As the two drop down, and start talking in the their corner of the
ring,
the lights dim and a red light begins to flicker furiously. The crowd
silences and a woman's voice can be heard. "Oh my god..........I want
you to
trip like I do." Blind by Korn begins and the crowd goes crazy as Dave
Steel
walks out onto the ramp. He stops in front of the entranceway and looks
to
his feet with his arms stiffly at his sides. The words "are you ready"
are
sung and the music picks up as Dave begins making his way down the ramp
and
through the aisle. He slaps hands with a few fans along the way and
bangs a
quick right once at the ring. Dave walks towards the announce table and
pulls a Dr. Pepper form his pocket. He tosses it to John Cartwright and
continues into the ring sliding beneath the bottom rope. He hops to his
feet
quickly and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his hands and
the
lights come on. The music stops, as Dave just watches the two making
sure
they don't pull something on him.)
JC: Dave rocks! Another Dr. Pepper for me.
RW: I wish he'd give me one.
JC: You don't deserve one.
RW: Why not?
JC: Because you were never a full fledged REGULATOR!!!!
RW: Bah…I can always just buy one anyway…
JC: Don't cry now, Randy…
(Dave leans on the ropes at his side as the lights disappear as the
music
starts but as soon as the word "Translation" is heard, three blue
spotlights
float over the crowds, while another aims at where Dj comes from. The
crowd
cheers as he comes to the ring in normal attire but also a Black
Sweater
with a hood. On the back of the sweater is a Yellow Lightning Bolt with
the
word "Shockin'!" in light gray letters in front of it.)
Candy Peaks: And his partner, hailing from Los Angeles California, and
weighing in a t 228 pounds…DJ SHOCKA!
(As he gets to the ring, he takes it off and puts it down, and then
pulls in
the ring as the lights come on, and walks over to Dave. He holds out
his
hand for a handshake with Dave, but Dave just looks at him funny. DJ
just
shrugs, and brings his hand back.)
RW: I guess Dave's not looking to make a friend in this tournament.
JC: That's a smart move. I mean if they win, they would have to fight
each
other anyway, so what's the point?
RW: That's true…
JC: Of course it is. I only speak the truth. Why would I lie?
RW: Because you're an evil, corrupt man who wishes for pain on
everybody he
sees.
JC: Oh yea--wait a minute…
(But before he can figure it out, Candy exits the ring, and the bells
rings
signaling for the match to begin. The two teams talk it out, and Rose
Thorn
and DJ Shocka are chosen to start things out. Dave and Glenn hang out
on the
apron of their own corners, and DJ and Rose head to the center of the
ring.
As soon as the two get there, they grapple up. Rose then spins behind
DJ,
and brings him down to the mat. She then leaps in front of DJ, and puts
him
in a headlock. DJ quickly picks himself up though, and pushes Rose to
the
ropes. She comes back, and DJ goes for a clothesline, but Rose ducks
it, and
runs the ropes again. DJ turns around, and Rose goes for a shoulder
bump,
but DJ just stands there laughing at her. Rose goes to the ropes again,
and
goes for another shoulder bump, and again DJ just stands there
laughing.
Rose runs the ropes again, and DJ awaits another pathetic shoulder
bump, but
Rose instead front dropkicks his right leg. He falls to the mat, and
Rose
hits him with three quick elbow drops to the back of the head.)
RW: Smart wrestling from Rose Thorn here…she's keeping the bigger man
down
to the mat.
JC: Well I'm sure Glenn gave her a few pointers when they talked. He
knows
how to fight in the ring.
RW: And that kind of wrestling can give you the big win.
(Rose picks DJ back up, and gives him a few chops to the chest with the
crowd going "Whooo" after each chop. She then whips DJ to the
turnbuckle,
but he reverses it, and Rose heads for the turnbuckle instead. He then
runs
towards her, and immediately clotheslines her as soon as she hits the
turnbuckle. He then lifts himself to the top rope as she stumbles away.
She
then turns around, and is met with a missile dropkick. DJ taunts the
crowd,
and picks up Rose. He gives her a couple kicks to the stomach, and then
a
standing dropkick that sends her back down. He then back flips himself
onto
Rose, and hooks the leg for the pin.)
Referee: 1…2…kick out.
(DJ picks Rose back up, a brings her over to Dave's corner. He tags
Dave in,
and he enters the ring. Dave grabs Rose, and puts her arms behind her
back
to hold her. DJ then steps back, and super kicks Rose. When she's hit,
Dave
then hits her with a tiger suplex. DJ goes on the apron, and Dave
smiles as
he looks at the fallen Rose.)
JC: Beautiful double team move by DJ and Dave. They've done their
homework.
RW: Now Rose needs to tag in Glenn, or else this match is over.
JC: Stop being so obvious…it hurts my brain.
RW: What brain?
JC: Oh you're so getting it during the next commercial break.
(Dave picks up Rose, and snap suplexes her to the mat. He goes for a
pin on
her.)
Referee: 1…2…kick out!
(Rose just gets the shoulder up. Dave picks up Rose again, and gives
her a
few forearm shots to the head. He then grabs her tight, and delivers an
overhead belly to back suplex. Dave goes up to her, and picks her up
again.
He say something to her in front o her face, and starts laughing. But
then
out of nowhere, she spits in his face, and slaps him in the face. He
steps
back in surprise, and she then goes to her corner and tags in Glenn.
The
crowd goes crazy as Glenn enters the ring, and stares at Dave.)
RW: Aw man…here we go. The two legends are going at it!
JC: This is going to be awesome.
(Glenn smirks, and Dave smiles as well. It looks like the two are about
to
grapple, but Dave suddenly steps back, and shakes his head. He then
forces
DJ to tag in. DJ looks at Dave, and yells at him, but he ignores it,
and
goes back on the apron smiling at Glenn the entire time as the crowd
boos.)
RW: What's THIS all about?
JC: Smart move by Dave.
RW: What are you TALKING about? He chickened out!
JC: No he didn't…he's just trying to get into Glenn's head, and he's
pissing
him off. That's going to raise his stress, and make him not perform as
good.
RW: …what?
JC: Ugh…forget it.
(DJ is still arguing with Dave, who appears to be taking a nap in his
corner. DJ turns around very angry, but his anger is met with a huge
clothesline from Glenn. DJ gets back up, and is met with ANOTHER
clothesline
from Glenn. DJ gets back up again, and Glenn picks him up, and lifts
him
over his head in a test of strength. Glenn then tosses DJ down to the
mat.
DJ gets back up, and Glenn grabs him by the neck signaling for the
power
chokeslam, but DJ is able to kick Glenn in the gut, runs the ropes, and
hits
him with a flying forearm. Glenn gets back up, and is hit with a
dropkick
that brings him back down. Glenn gets back up again though, and DJ
grabs
Glenn from behind, and goes on his shoulders. He attempt a victory
roll, and
is successful.)
Referee: 1…2…kick out!
(DJ gets right on Glenn, and throws a few punches at Glenn again. He
then
leaps up to Glenn's head, and goes for a hurricarana, but Glenn is able
to
stop DJ, and powerbombs him hard. He picks up DJ, and hits him with the
shore ham suplex. He picks him back up, and hits him with a south wick
slam.
He picks DJ back up again, and places him on his shoulders to hit him
with
the David Green powerslam. He then looks at Dave, who is now wide
awake, and
points at him as the crowd goes crazy again. Dave shakes his head, and
points to DJ saying that he's the legal man. Glenn gets mad, and drags
DJ
over to Dave. He holds out DJ's hand, but Dave refuses to tag it. He
instead
stretches, and looks to be going to sleep again. Glenn instead tosses
DJ
over the top rope, grabs hold of Dave, and tosses him INTO the ring.
Dave
gets back up shocked, and yells at Glenn.)
RW: And Glenn wants Dave bad!
JC: My god you never stop do you?
RW: Shut up, Johnny.
JC: Don't you talk back to me, boy!
(Randy gets mad, and punches Johnny in the face. Johnny just looks at
him.)
JC: That…was pathetic.
RW: Just…just shut up…
(The referee is busy counting DJ out, while Glenn is about to rip Dave
a new
one. Instead Dave ducks down, and delivers a low blow to Glenn. He then
grabs him by the head, and plants him with a DDT. He picks up Glenn
again,
and hits him with a high angle back drop. He the climbs the turnbuckle
to
the top rope, and hits him with a leg drop from the top rope. He goes
for a
pin.)
Referee: 1…2…kick out!
(DJ is able to get back into the ring as Dave picks up Glenn, and
punches
him back down. He picks up Glenn again, and scoop slams him hard. He
then
runs the ropes, and hits him with Blades of Steel. He goes for another
pin
by hooking the leg.)
Referee: 1…2…
(Rose is able to go into the ring, and kicks Dave in the head. Dave
gets up,
but is met with a tackle by Rose. She then throws punch after punch on
him.
The referee is able to get Rose off her, but this moment of distraction
gives Glenn some time to breathe, and think. He gets back up, and
gestures
for the power chokeslam. Dave picks himself up, and argue with Rose for
a
bit as the crowd cheers knowing Dave's fate. Dave turns around, and is
grabbed by Glenn. Glenn then lifts Dave up in the air, and power
chokeslams
down hard. Glenn is about to go for the pin, but he decides otherwise.
He
notices DJ coming into the ring. He spins around, and grabs DJ by the
neck.
He lifts him up in the air, and power chokeslams him as well!)
RW: And Glenn is cleaning house here!
JC: All he has to go is pin Dave, and they'll win!
(Glenn goes to pin Dave, but he's nowhere to be found. Glenn exits the
ring,
and looks around at ringside for him. Rose decides to help search as
well.)
RW: Now where do you think Dave went?
JC: I don't know…I wasn't paying attention.
RW: What else is new?
(Glenn looks under the ring positive that he's under there, but he
isn't.
Glenn continues searching. Suddenly, the crowd near the Spanish
announcer
table cheers. Dave Steel is sitting next to the announcers apparently
talking to them in Spanish.)
DS: No me gusta Glenn Owen. El es muy stupido. Pero me gusta Dr.
Pepper. Dr.
Pepper esta muy muy fresco.
(The Spanish guys look at Dave with tilted heads.)
JC: HA HA! That's great! Dave's commentating in Spanish! I love it.
RW: I didn't know he spoke Spanish…
JC: You don't know much about Dave then...and you suck because of that.
RW: Uh oh! Here comes Glenn!
(Glenn comes running towards Dave.)
DS: Ayi yi yi! Adios, amigos!
(Dave gets up from the chair, and runs back to the ring. Glenn follows
him,
but DJ is able to stop Glenn with a drop toehold from out of nowhere.
Dave
then runs the ropes, and baseball slides Glenn in the face. Dave picks
up
Glenn, and he and DJ both give him a double suplex. Dave then tells DJ
to
hold Glenn down. He does, and Dave starts climbing the top rope. He
taunts
the crowd, and is looking to hit Scenes From a Memory, but Rose Thorn
has
had enough. He runs up to Dave, and pushes him off the top rope, and he
goes
flying off, and goes THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER'S TABLE!)
RW: HOLY CRAP!
JC: And Dave gets a one way ticket to hurtville.
RW: He landed pretty bad…and now we don't have a table…great…just
peachy!
JC: Don't worry. We can always get a new one made.
RW: True…but still…
(Rose then turns to DJ, and tackles him down. She picks him back up,
and
snap suplexes him. She then grabs DJ, and whips him to the turnbuckle.
She
then goes to the top of the turnbuckle, and grabs him by the head. She
raises one arm up in the air, and hits him with Next Level! Rose then
exits
the ring, and grabs hold of Dave. He then brings him into the ring. She
enters in the ring as well, and picks up Dave by the head. She puts
Dave on
the tope rope, and climbs up to meet him. She goes for a hurricarana
from
the top rope, but Dave is able to stop it, and push her down. He then
spins
around, and hits her with Scenes From A Memory! Now all the wrestlers
are
out on the mat as the crowd cheers them all on.)
RW: What an intense matchup!
JC: Who's going to get up? Who's going to win?
(BBA slowly gets to his feet. He sees Dave Steel on the ground and
capitolizes and goes for a pin.)
JC: This could be it!
Ref: 1...... 2....... Kick out!
(BBA gets up and picks up Dave Steel. He grabs him by the throat, and
is
about to chokeslam him!)
RW: If Glenn pulls this off, he'll win!
(BBA lifts Dave up high for the power chokeslam! He slams him mat. He
covers
him for the pin!)
JC: He's done it! It's over!
Ref: 1!........... 2!........... DJ Shocka breaks up the pin!
(DJ starts axe-handle smashing BBA's back, But Rose Thorn gets up and
she
tackles DJ off of BBA! BBA starts to get up. but Dave Steel reacts
quickly
and rolls him up for the pin!)
Ref: 1!....... 2!........
(BBA Grabs the ropes.)
Ref: 3!
JC: It's over! Dave Steel and DJ Scocka win!
RW: But The British Badd Ass had the ropes!
(Dave Steel gets up and starts celebrating! BBA sits up and looks
pissed.
The ref realized what he did, and goes to Dave Steel. He says something
inaudible, but then slides outside the ring and talks to the
announcer.)
Announcer: It has come to the Referee's attention that the British Badd
Ass
held the bottom rope before the three count, therefor, he reverses his
decision and the match continues!
JC: My God!
RW: Good call by the ref!
(Dave Steel looks pissed, he turns around and is met by Rose Thorn, Then Shocka gets grabbed by BBA and gets hit with a chock slame. BBA then goes for the cover
Ref: 1!..........................
2!...................
.................. 3!
RW: He has done it! BBA and Rose Thorn advance to the Lottery finals!
JC: Wow, what an awesome match!
Winner: BBA and Rose Thorn
Sean Lane and Hectzilla vs. The Accountant and Black vs. Goldeneye and Clayton Walker (IC Title - Lottery Match)
Lights, camera, carnage…
The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begins to boo. As the boo's increase, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd. As soon as Clayton realises they are booing, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangely at the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd weirdly. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring.
RW: “Ladies and Gents, that there is one obnoxious Canadian.”
JC: “And this next to me here is one fat assed Texan.”
RW: “John, I’m not from Texas…”
JC: “Fat Texan!”
Clayton paces the ring for a while, until Goldeneyes entrance begins. Walker turns away – instead staring, and insulting the members of the crowd in the front row.
RW: “Make way, ex-World Champion coming through.”
JC: “Whoop-dee-doo, Randy. Everyone and their best friend’s an ex-World Champ these days.”
“Slammin” starts to play, and Goldeneye makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Stopping to mingle with fans and slap a few hands, Goldeneye takes his time. Clayton gets visibly frustrated in the ring, waiting on his partner; eventually Goldeneye gets in and starts to pose on the ropes for the crowd.
JC: “I hope they don’t all have separate entrances, we only have another hour ear-marked on this slot. After all, it’s not like we don’t see enough of this fan worshipping crap.”
RW: “Ladies and Gents, I for one am all for wrestlers mingling with the fans. What kind of people would we be to ignore the people who adore us?”
JC: “Well I can name two Gods that do that; The Christian’s one, and Shawn Walsh.”
The arena goes completely black and two blue spotlight’s shines on the entrance way as "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson starts. Walker rolls out under the bottom rope and grabs two chairs in the darkness. Lane and Hectzilla start on their way to the ring, both taking no notice of the crowd, and looking focussed on the challenge ahead.
JC: “So Randy, you fat assed Texan, who’s your bet to take this match-up?”
RW: “I told you I’m not from Texas, bitch. And in relation to your question – Black and The Accountant, no doubt about it!”
JC: “… you are joking, right?”
RW: “No, I’m serious, Black’s experienced, and The Accountant is a veteran of the game; gotta go with them.”
JC: “Or, you could say it like this; Black’s had more returns than a dodgy electric’s store run by an immigrant, and The Accountant is a pen pushing codger. MY pick, the only pick, is Walker and Goldeneye – simply because it’s the only team with Walker in it.”
Lane and Hectzilla are reaching the end of the entrance ramp, when Walker slides a chair across 7 feet in-front of him. As Lane takes his next Step, Walker springs out and clips the back of his knee in the darkness, Lane falls Forwards and lands face first on the chair in-front of him. Hectzilla notices the fall and rushes to aid Lane, when Walker catches him on the side of the head with his chair. Hectzilla falls just short of the chair, Walker then grabs him and places him next to Lane, before crushing both men’s skulls between the two chairs.
JC: “Double Con-chair-to, This match rules and it hasn’t even started yet!”
RW: “That cheating little…”
JC: “The match hasn’t officially started yet, not even nearly; so it’s nowhere near cheating; just improvising.”
Walker celebrates as Goldeneye distances himself from the cheating on the outside by turning away in disgust. Walker points at a member of the crowd and offers him the opportunity to smash the chair down at Lane and Hectzilla, but as the fan goes to take it, Walker removes the chair cockily, and laughs mockingly at him, then continues to take Lane and Hectzilla apart on the outside.
RW: “This is disgusting, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Sean Lane fan, but this is atrocious!”
Walker picks up Lane and rolls him into the ring. He slides in after him and makes a fast pin.
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Kick-out, only just though, and Lane has definitely looked in better shape. Walker elevates Lane as Goldeneye gets into his own corner. Black and The Accountant start running down the ramp in a hurry, as Walker sets up lane, and hits The End!
JC: “It’s gotta be over – and already, my prediction is gonna be right!”
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Black rushes in under the bottom rope, sliding halfway across the ring to make the save just in the nick of time.
RW: “See, Black knows what he’s doing.”
The Accountant climbs up on the apron at the side, as Black volunteers himself as the starting man for his team. Walker quickly stands up, and turns with a dirty look on his face; directed right at Black. Black just tells him to try it – which, of course, he does.
JC: “Here we go Randy!”
Slam, Slam, Slam – three consecutive quick-fire punches to the face of Black from Walker, each one sending Black closer to Goldeneye in the corner. Walker beats him all the way into the corner, and then hits a rapid few kicks to his stomach before a powerful snap-suplex – ended with a cover.
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Kick-out by Black. Meanwhile Hectzilla and Lane have started to move. Hectzilla is slowly clambering up the ring-steps to his corner, and Lane is crawling aimlessly towards the outside.
JC: “Nice snap-suplex by Walker there, I’m telling you this guy has raw talent in abundance.”
Black and Walker quickly stand up at the same time, and circle each other for a moment. As they circle, Lane starts to crawl towards them, and eventually, between them. Black and Walker both look at him as he ambles semiconsciously between them.
RW: “Aw, come on guys, he’s already had enough… I can’t believe Black is even considering this, he might not be the most righteous, but he’s at least fair, isn’t he?!”
JC: “I wouldn’t count on it…”
Black and Walker both nod at each other. Lane gets to one knee, and finds himself disorientated by the spotlights on the ceiling, he lets a hand reach into the air to block the light, but he’s too late to see anything as a huge hand from Black lands square on Lanes jaw. Clayton watches as Lane is knocked towards him. Walker shouts an instruction to Black, and Sets him up for a suplex, Walker lifts lane up, and rests his legs on Black’s shoulders.
RW: “What the hell are they doing here…”
JC: “Entertaining the fans Randy, Entertaining the fans.”
Walker holds Lane like a bridge between himself and Black, before spinning on his feet and dragging Lane down for a three-quarters neckbreaker with huge elevation!
RW: “Ouch, Lane is still recovering from those vicious chair-shots earlier, then the End from Walker – and now this? I don’t think he’s going to remember a thing about this match.”
JC: “Meh, probably better off that way…”
Hectzilla has crawled to his position at ringside, and hanging over the top rope, protesting groggily as his partner is driven to the mat. After the double-team-move, Black and Walker start to stomp at Lane in the unoccupied corner, until Walker makes a sly move behind Black after a few kicks. Walker lags behind him, preparing for something – then as Black notices and turns to his opponent, he is met with a thunderous super-kick to the face, and Walker hurries into the cover!
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Thr- Kick-out at the last by Black; The Accountant was halfway there to breaking it up anyway.
JC: “Walker has had a fantastic start here so far; I don’t think anyone can fault the way he’s performed… eh, Randy?”
RC: “I’ll give Walker his dues, he’s good at what he does; unfortunately, what he does is cheat.”
The Accountant hasn’t left the ring, and rather than allow Walker to continue dominating, he starts to take action. The Accountant spins Walker around and starts punching him – which draws Goldeneye into the ring straight away. Goldeneye and Walker start to team on The Accountant and Hectzilla decides to get Lane out while he can, running around the ring and hauling him out to recuperate on the outside. Meanwhile Black clambers to his feet, and notices his team-mate being hammered above him. The Accountant provides him with an excellent opportunity by managing a second wind revival and catching both men unaware with a few punches, allowing Black to slip behind them and deliver a double reverse DDT. Walker rolls away out of the ring as soon as he hits the floor, and Goldeneye scampers out after him.
RW: “Well will you look at that, My picks have cleared house John… and it seems yours have fled the ring.”
JC: “Fat assed Texan.”
RW: “Ugh…”
Walker looks to slide in, but Black charges at him, and Walker quickly retreats again. Meanwhile Lane and Hectzilla are ducking below the canvas to the other side of the ring. They slide in behind Black and The Accountant without them knowing and clothesline the pair of them to the mat.
JC: “Nice work there by Lane and Hect.”
Walker and Goldeneye slide back in immediately and start to take on Lane and Hect. Walker and Lane square off together next to the ropes across from the announce tables, while Hect and Goldeneye are shepherded out of the ring by the referee Leon Tyson.
RW: “Lane and Walker facing up here; remember there’s a bit of history between these guys – who can forget Walker leaving the Entourage.”
JC: “Who could forget sharing a stable with Brandi James… better yet, sharing an entire barn!”
As Hect and Goldeneye leave, Walker executes a front-face lock on Lane, who lifts him up for a back-drop, but Walker spins out at the end and lands on the outside of the ropes behind Lane. Walker spins Lane around and tries to hang him up on the ropes, but in a feat of strength Lane hauls Walker over the top in a choke toss.
RW: “Sheesh, what a show of strength.”
Walker tumbles on landing, and quickly rolls onto one knee, prepped to charge. Walker unleashes a spear towards Lane, who makes a quick step to the side sending Walker into the ring-post.
JC: “Ouch – damn it, Walker was damned near fresh until now. Can I change horses, Randy?”
RW: “Not halfway through a race you can’t.”
Lane pulls Walker back out by his pants, and throws him into the middle of the ring. Walker lands opposite to the ring-post, and Lane signals to the crowd. He leaps to the top rope with his back to walker, and balances himself while taunting; meanwhile Goldeneye charges across the apron, and grabs Lane by the chest – throwing him towards the announce table, and only just falling short of hitting it. Hectzilla rushes from his corner and knocks Goldeneye off the apron as he makes his way back to his corner. After knocking him to the outside, Hect proceeds to leap over the top and splash him at ringside next to the crowd barriers. Black and the Accountant recuperate and return to the ring, to find only Walker, lying half-aware on the mat.
RW: “Black and The Accountant have a fantastic chance right here – they could put Walker away!”
JC: “NO! Get up Clayton!”
Black hauls Walker to his feet, and The Accountant stands behind Black in waiting. Black position walkers head at his feet, and holds him at the knees, upside down. The Accountant then runs at the rope behind Black, and as he returns drop-kicks Walker in the face, Black uses the momentum to carry Walker into the air, and then suddenly force him down to the mat face-first in an altered X-Factor like move.
JC: “Jesus Chris, Walker’s dead, he’s got to be!”
RW: “Either that or in a coma!”
Black rolls Walker over, and makes the lazy, arrogant cover.
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Kick-Out!
RW: “You’ve gotta be kidding me! Walker just kicked out of a move that would’ve put a Rhino to bed for Gods sake!”
JC: “I’m telling you Randy, Walker is a Legend in the making.”
RW: “After kicking out of that – he might as well just be a legend, period.”
The crowd actually find it within themselves to cheer for the effort made by Walker to kick out, not only that but a ‘Holy Shit’ chant breaks out for the move. Black is furious, he stares at the referee – Leon Tyson - in utter disbelief, glaring a hole through him. Black gets up and storms towards him, Tyson retreats hastily. The Accountant rushes to stop him doing anything rash, which only angers a man at the end of his tether somewhat further. Black directs his attention to his partner, who isn’t too happy to take the aggression, and tells him to take his best shot.
JC: “Hey Randy, your team is splitting man!”
RW: “Well folks, Black and The Accountant are definitely having some heated words here and- Oh hell no! Black’s looking for the Razorblade Confessional on his own partner here! He’s got it! Black just nailed his own partner out of pure anger!”
JC: “What the hell was he thinking, he had enough time to finish Walker off if he’d even tried, Black just wasted his chances of winning here!”
Walker has rolled outside, still not too fit from his head bump, but in his place come Lane and Hectzilla, fresh as daisies after a rest on the outside, and in a two on one situation against Black. Lane and Hect approach from opposite sides, preparing to strike at the same time. Hect approaches from Blacks left, and throws a right hand to the back of his head first, that’s Lanes cue and he starts hammering with rights and lefts at the body of Black; together the two [usually technical whizzes] take apart the Goliath with punches. Lane then hooks him up for a snap-suplex, and hits it, Hect dropping an elbow as soon as Black land. Lane hauls Black up again, and another snap-suplex is followed by another elbow to the chest and again they repeat the process, until Black is flat on the mat, Stamina driven from him with well placed elbows and well executed Suplexes. Lane stands, and tells Hectzilla to prop Black up.
RW: “Looks like Lane is gonna do what Black was too distracted to, and finish this off.”
JC: “So who wins the bet if they two win?”
RW: “Come to think of that… COME ON BLACK, GET A MOVE ON!”
JC: “Sheesh, it’s only a friendly bet, it isn’t even for money… COME ON WALKER, GET BACK IN THERE!”
Walker and Goldeneye are indeed back on their feet on the outside, however as Lane and Hect combine forces to kill off Black with a devastating Super-kick, they barely notice their other opponents. Walker slides in in-front of Hect and Lane, charging at and spearing Lane, while Goldeneye rolls in behind Hect and puts the stops on him with a couple of hard rights. Goldeneye gets the upper hand, until Hect confuses him with fast moving and fast thinking to nip in behind him and roll him up.
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Walker leaps from his flurry of punches on Lane, to save Goldeneye from defeat. All four men stand simultaneously, and start to circle one-another. Goldeneye looks straight across at Lane, and Walker stares straight at Hectzilla. The four men rush each other, Walker begging out with a sly kick to the groin just out of the referees sight, that renders Hect stunned, and an easy victim for a tornado DDT. Lane charges at Goldeneye, and rather than go below the belt he heads for below the knees and drop-kicks Goldy on the shins, taking his legs away from under him. Goldy tries to get up, but Lane is fast to his feet to drop kick him square in the jaw, and send him rolling to the outside, meanwhile Walker kicks Hect to the outside.
RW: “It’s down to Walker and Lane, these two are far from fans of one another folks, we might well see more than fireworks here!”
Walker and Lane size each other up, before they lock horns. Walker twists straight off the bat into a hammerlock, but Lane elbows and punches out. Walker is relentless though, and tries for a standing arm-bar on the same arm. Lane blocks it as he’s being forced to his Knees, and twists into a front face-lock. Ready to DDT Walker, Lane gets a surprise when he is flung over onto his back in a Northern Lights Suplex!
JC: “Walker bridges for the pin!”
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Kick-out! Lane is almost out, but his shoulder leaves the canvas just in time. Lane sits up and hauls himself to his feet with the ropes, while Walker stands to face him. The crowd cheer for the exchange, and the two rest as they circle each other again. Lane moves to lock up, but ducks under and lifts walker into a Death Valley Driver position! But instead of hitting a DVD, Lane hurls Walker over his head holding onto his Leg and Arm, slamming him back first to the canvas before twisting the leg he had a hold of into a half-Boston Crab.
RW: “Jesus, what innovation there from the DVD position, and look at the pressure being applied now from the half-crab!”
JC: “Look, it’s Black, he’s back!”
Black slides in behind Lane, and knocks him away from his hold. Lane stumbles forwards, but manages to stand up before he falls. He turns to confront Black, and is met with the set up for Razorblade Confessional!
RW: “Christ, the accountant is still out cold from this earlier on, and here he is looking for it on Lane!”
JC: “Nice reversal by Lane, a Lanecanrana taking Black to the corner.”
Lane stands up, still shocked at the pace in which Black was able to apply the Razorblade Confessional, tries to compose himself. Black stands, and finds himself in a compromising situation as Walker and Lane both glare at him in the ring. Walker and Lane beat Black down in the corner, until Walker whips him to the opposing turnbuckles. Walker falls on his hands and knees in front of Black and Lane runs at Black. But instead of leaping off of Walker to deliver a high kick, Lane drop-kicks walker in the ribs, and sends him rolling out!
JC: “Lane drop kicks Walker out of the ring under the bottom rope, and now it looks like he’s, yeah, he’s setting-”
RW: “He’s setting Black up for the Taste Of Sweetness!”
Taste of Sweetness takes Black out cold, and leaves him in the middle of the ring motionless. Lane scurries into the cover, grabbing his right leg and leaning as far back as he can over his chest.
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Three!
Leon Tyson raises Lane’s hand as soon as he stands. Black, The Accountant, Goldeneye, Walker and Hectzilla are all on the floor nursing injuries, or trying to crawl back into the ring.
RW: “All these men are exhausted, they gave their all here tonight in a spectacular match. Look at Lane, Tyson is practically propping him up!”
JC: “I think Tyson might have to control his fists in a minute, look who’s on his way down! It’s Walsh, and he’s got the IC Title!”
RW: “Lane’s IC Title!”
JC: “Possession is nine-tenths of the law!”
Walsh runs in and slides under the bottom rope in front of Lane. Lane makes a stumble towards him, but is floored in the process with the Intercontinental Title! Walsh continues to assault the fallen champ with kicks and elbows, before asking for a microphone. He smirks out at the crowd, before staring down at the fallen Lane.
“Sean… Hey, Sean.”
Walsh gives lane a playful kick in the ribs.
“You know, it isn’t very polite to ignore a guy like this…”
Walsh starts to kick Lane seriously to the ribs and face. He stops and smirks at the fans again, then talks directly at Lane again.
“Well, I guess I can understand. I mean, you just made a total ass of yourself – yeah, you managed to make beating Black look like hard work! And, that’s not the end of it either… not only did you struggle to beat a has-been, but you’re losing your girl to me. So you know what I decided, Sean? I decided I’d give you a little break. Since I don’t need this…”
Walsh holds up the IC title.
“…Anymore, I think I’ll be giving it back to its temporary, unworthy owner.”
Walsh drops the title on the limp body of Lane, and lets out a cocky chuckle over the microphone as he leaves the ring. As Lane stirs, he gets the chance to look up the ramp at Walsh, who immediately starts gyrating his hips and pretending he’s screwing Brandi to taunt Lane. Walsh disappears backstage – hips and all as Lane and the rest recover.
RW: “Well folks, it’s been a tremendous match here, but in the end Sean Lane came out on top – beating Black with the Taste of Sweetness after cheekily knocking a tired Walker out of the ring.”
JC: “But we know who the real winner here was. Tonight the real winner was Shawn Walsh, who after Sean Lane was already pretty beat up, ran down, clocked him with Sean’s own belt, and proceeded to taunt him. You’ve gotta believe that not only is that adding insult to injury there, it’s fuelling a fire.”
RW: “Definitely, and no matter who that fire ends up burning, be it Brandi, Sparks, Walsh, Walker or even Sean himself – you gotta believe it’s gonna do some damage.”
Winner: Sean Lane and Hectzilla
We then cut backstage, we see EMT’s running down the hall, we then look at the door and it reads “President Dean’s Office” We looks inside and see Dean outcold in a pool of his own blood. We then fade away to the SFT logo.
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