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SATURDAY NIGHT SLAUGHTER! ( The show opens to an excited crowd. Pyro shoots off and the camera pans around to see all of the signs. "BRING BACK GUST!"... "HI MOM!"... and "VIVA LA SHADOW!" are three that stand out. We then go to Phil and Steve, who are ready to call the non-stop action. ) Phil: Hello, boys and girls. Welcome to what seems like the billionth episode of Slaughter. Steve: I remember commentating on this show almost four years ago. Phil: Memories. I know know, Steve. We must move on. Tonight we have three great matches for you! Steve: I thought there were four. Phil: There were... until Virus Version 2.0, Triple X, and Rob Michaels were all not allowed into the building. Steve: Why weren't they? Phil: Because this arena is jam packed. It would've been a fire hazard had those three been under this roof. Steve: That's odd. Why couldn't we just get rid of the midgets under our desk? ( Phil stares at Steve. ) Phil: Exnay on the idgetmays. Steve: Eh? Phil: Nothing. I suppose we should get to our first match. It's between two legends. What better of a match could we have? Match One:
Steve: This is going to be a great match, I hope. Summers: Weighting in at 270 pounds and
coming from Horizon, Washington... FIREBALL! Summers: Weighting in at 245 pounds and coming from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... DAMIEN SPARKS! ( The arena lights cut out the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron. ) Are You Ready? ( It slowly fades. There's another flash. ) You Are About To Be Entertained. ( Just as before it slowly fades only to be replaced with... ) The Ego Has Landed. ( It's still for a moment, you can guess what' coming next. The text shatters and the name of this competitor flashes on the screen. ) DAMIEN SPARKS! ( Suddenly "Gasoline Dreams" by Outkast hits the speakers just as red and white lights start to flash all the way around the arena, as if you were in a club. A thunderous boom of red pyro smashes out at the top of the ramp and out from the curtain steps Damien Sparks, in his usual ring attire, ready for action. The arena is engulfed with boo as Damien Sparks stands still, smiling arrogantly at the crowd in attendance. He raises his arms in the air and streams red and white pyro shoot out from the sides of the ramp, as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and enters he ring via the middle rope. He struts over to the left hand turnbuckle, climbs it and raises is arms in the air, causing the fans to boo even more. Damien smirks as he steps off the apron. The music dies down as everything turns back to normal. Summers walks out of the ring as the match begins. ) Steve: This should be a good one.. Phil: Better be. ( The bell rings as Fireball and Damien go at it. They exchange punches until Fireball blocks one and trips Damien to the floor. Fireball than grabs Damiens legs to seperate them and than kness the crotch of Sparks. Sparks holds his crotch while Fireball runs over to the turnbuckles and climbs them. Fireball gets ready and than laughes off attempting a frogsplash, but Sparks rolls out of the way just in time. Fireball smacks into the floor and rolls back and forth holding his stomach. Sparks gets up and picks Fireball up to put him into a double arm DDT. ) Steve: Very nice DDT by Damien Sparks. ( Sparks continues with a elbow drop on Fireballs chest. Sparks gets up along with Fireball and throws him into the ropes. Once Sparks attempts to connect with a closeline, but Fireball counters with a spear to the mat. ) Phil: That's got to hurt. ( Fireball gets up and drags the body of Sparks to the middle of the ring and than puts Sparks into a Boston Crab. Sparks begins to scream as Fireball applies more pressure to the lock. The ref checks to see if Sparks is about to quit, but Sparks just deals with the pain as he tries to drag himself to the bottom ropes. ) Steve: Sparks is almost to the ropes! ( Sparks is about to grab the ropes but Fireball just walks back over to the middle of the ring along with Damien Sparks. ) Phil: See what you did! You had to say that didnt you Steve! Steve: Say what? Phil: Ahh shut up... ( Fireball lets go of the hold and picks Sparks up. Fireball than puts Sparks into a quick suplex. Fireball goes for the pin. ) 1... 2... NO! ( Kickout by Sparks. Fireball smacks the mat and picks Sparks up by the hair. Fireball attempts to put Sparks into a belly to belly suplex, but Sparks blocks it and pushes Fireball out of the ring. Sparks rolls out of the ring and starts to kick the down Fireball. The ref begins to count as Sparks picks Fireball up and throws him into the railings that hold the fans at bay. ) ONE... TWO... ( Sparks runs at Fireball does a body splash, Fireball smacks down to the floor after that move. ) THREE... FOUR... FIVE... ( Sparks picks Fireball back up and puts him into a piledriver right on the cold hard cement. ) SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... ( Sparks quickly rolls into the ring to reset the count. Sparks picks Fireball up, but Fireball low blows Sparks and puts Sparks into a 3/4 neckbreaker. ) Steve: Fireball with an awesome neckbreaker! ( Fireball rolls back into the ring and stays as the ref counts Sparks while he is out cold on the floor. ) ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... ( Sparks gets up and rolls back into the ring, but Fireball starts to kick Sparks in the stomach. Fireball than picks Sparks up and puts him into a sleeper hold. Holding it tight, Fireball applies more pressure as Sparks eyes begin to close due to lack of oxygen. The crowd begins to cheer as the ref checks Sparks... But before Sparks is about to give up, Sparks kicks his right leg back and hits Fireball in the crotch, making Fireball let go of the hold. Sparks turns around and puts Fireball into The Difference Maker. Sparks follows with a pin. ) 1... 2... NO! Steve: Sparks did it! ( Sparks gets up as the ref holds his arm up as winner of this match. ) winner = DAMIEN SPARKS ( The scene quickly goes to the backstage area. There we see the amazing rookie Nick Kincaid looking at a monitor. ) Nick Kincaid: What an amazing performance. I hope to be that good one day. But until then... I must continue to face lower class people like Zybala, Jones, and Legend. ( He pauses for a moment. ) Nick Kincaid: Speaking of Zybala... that bastard got a title shot AFTER I horribly beat him in my debut. That's just not right. ( He shakes his head with displeasure. ) Nick Kincaid: Mike Zybala... one of these days... when you least expect it... I will finish what I started a few weeks ago. That's a promise, bitch. ( The scene goes back to Phil and Steve. ) Phil: Okay... that was fun. Steve: There's something about this Kincaid kid that I don't like. ( Suddenly, "Slamin" by Buckcherry starts to play. The fans give a decent cheer as Goldeneye walks out. ) Match Two:
Summers: Making his way to the ring first... weighing in at 255 pounds... he hails from Brick, New Jersey... the current Xtreme Champion... GOLDENEYE! ( He holds his title high in the air as he starts walking down the ramp. ) Phil: It's great to see this guy still going. He's been with "SFT" forever. Steve: Forever? Forever ever ever? Phil: Die... ( Halfway down the ramp, his music dies. "Possum Kingdom" by The Toadies starts to play. The fans go nuts! ) Summers: On his way to the ring now... weighing in at 225 pounds... he comes to you from Rochester, New York... one half of the World Heavyweight Championship title holders... "The Sweetness"... SEAN LANE! ( They cheer even louder when Lane walks out. With a smile on his face, he runs down to the ring and slides in. He instantly tackles the Xtreme Champ. ) Steve: And there's the opening bell! ( After a nice ten punch, Lane gets up and he watches as Goldy gets to his feet. Lane clotheslines Goldeneye out of the ring and watches as the referee counts. ) ONE... TWO... THREE... ( With the referee watching Goldeneye get up on the outside of the ring, Damien Sparks runs down to the ring and he slides in. Without Lane realizing what's going on, Sparks gets Lane with "The Ego Has Landed" before leaving. Goldeneye gets back into the ring and he didn't know what happened. He goes for the cover. ) 1... NO! Phil: Kickout by Lane! ( Goldeneye pulls Sean Lane up and he sets the World Champ up for the "Respecter", but Lane manages to get out and he gets in a nice tiger suplex into a bridge, causing a pinfall attempt. ) 1... 2... NO! Steve: Kickout by Goldeneye! Boy that was close. ( Lane gets up and quickly hits a standing shooting star press, followed by another pinfall attempt. ) 1... 2... NO! Phil: The Xtreme Champ just won't stay down! ( Sean Lane helps Goldeneye up and he notices Damien Sparks walking down the ramp again. Lane delivers the "Taste of Sweetness" and he covers Goldeneye! ) 1... 2... 3! ( The bell sounds and Sean Lane stands up. ) winner = SEAN LANE ( Damien Sparks then sprints the rest of the way and he slides into the ring. Sparks and Lane start brawling. Lane gets the upper hand when he - out of nowhere - delivers "Just Too Damn Sweet". ) Steve: Nicely executed! ( Lane stands over Sparks laughing. Suddenly, "Got You By The Balls" by AC/DC hits and the fans cheer. Connor MacDaddy walks out with the SFT Title over his shoulder. ) Phil: Uh oh... ( Connor calmly walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring. He pulls a mic out of his back pocket and the fans quiet down. ) Connor MacDaddy: Nice win, Sean. It's just too bad that everybody expected it. At Body Count II... everybody will expect something else: me walking out with the SFT Title. Steve: Lane doesn't look like he liked that remark. Phil: Ugh... you're bright... Connor MacDaddy: As I hold this title before you... it makes me happy knowing that you won't have anything to do with it after Body Count II. So... I'd like you to hold on to it for a little while... since we are co-champions and all. ( Connor lowers the mic and he hands the title to Lane, who puts it on his own shoulder. Lane smiles and he goes to leave, but Connor puts his hand on Sean's shoulder. He raises the mic again. ) Connor MacDaddy: That's long enough, Sean. ( Connor hits Sean in the face and he delivers the "Big Mac" right in the center of the ring! ) Steve: OH MY GOD! ( Connor picks up the SFT Title and he walks out of the ring while his music plays again. ) Phil: We're going to take a short commercial break. ( The scene fades to a commercial. ) Tired of the same old loser websites like StrikeTowers.com and TrueRenegades.com? Want to see something that is original and very classy? Try the brand new... NATHANGUST.COM ( The commercial fades away and we go back to the now empty ring. ) Phil: And it's time for our main event! Match Three
\ Main Event : Summers: Weighing in at 265 poudsand coming from Litchfield, Connecticut... the reigning Intercontinental Champion... FOX! ( The arena darkens and you hear children say... ) Can you hear the voices? ( ... throughout the arena. A mellow guitar begins to play to a slow beat and red lights slowly flash. Then "Last Serenade" begins to play and in a burst of pyro and light Fox appears at the entrance. He slowly makes his way to the ring. ) Summers: Weighting in at 285 pouds and coming from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... THE ICON! ( The lights go down. Spotlights swirl throughout the arena. Flashes of different color light flash and then everything stops. A big explosion erupts on the stage and "Last Resort" blasts in. The ICON emerges through the smoke and the fans go crazy. ICON makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where he poses for the crowd. He hits all four turnbuckles and then gets ready for his match. ) Steve: Ahh... at last... the Main Event.. This baby is for the Intercontinental Title. ( Fox and ICON circle each other to start. ICON makes the first move with a nice little duck and jab punch that catches Fox off-gaurd. Fox finds himself on the recieving end of a few more before ICON kicks him in the gut and hits a quick early DDT. He drags him back up and pushes him away before hitting another couple of punches, reeling Fox back into the corner. ICON takes a step back to set up an early super-kick, and Fox avoids it, grabbing ICON's Leg and spinning him so that his back was facing Fox. Fox took him to the ground by kicking away the back of his knee. ) Steve: Fox is sure taking control of this match. ( ICON gets to his feet, holding his knee, allowing Fox to throw a right hand his way, and set him up for a snap suplex and crawl into a cover. He gets a mere second on top before ICON kicks out and rolls over to push himself up. Both men get to their feet simultaneously, and begin to circle each other again. They hook up and Fox twists ICON into a hammerlock. He wrenches it in as ICON gathers his bearings and starts to try and elbow Fox in the face to escape. ) Steve: Nice move by ICON! Phil: Yeah. Yeah. Fox will get back at him for that. ( ICON breaks free and spins on his heels to attack Fox. Both men start to exchange blows in the corner as the referee tries to break it up. Fox comes out of it the better man though, and ends up whipping ICON to the opposing corner. Fox follows and eats boot for his troubles, evening the score and swinging the advantage ICON's way again. Whilst Fox stumbles back, ICON takes his chance and its a rushed superkick, before dropping into a cover. ) 1... 2... NO! Steve: Kickout! ( Fox manages a hand up and rolls over to his front as fast as he can. ICON wastes no time though and starts to move his legs into position for a Boston Crab whilst Fox lies face down. Fox hurries to the rope and clings to it before ICON can inflict any great damage though. ) Phil: This is getting close to the end. ( Both men are on their feet again, as Fox lunges at ICON, he ducks under his arms and spins to face Fox's Back, hooking his arms around his waist, and hitting a German suplex. ICON bridges for an unsuccesful pin attempt and both men stand up again to square off. ICON takes the innitiative this time, with a kick to the gut. Fox doubles over, but when ICON grabs his head he pushes him against the ropes and hits a kick of his own. Fox takes him to the ground with a hip-toss and starts to kick at him on the mat. The referee pulls him away and allows ICON some time to stand up. ) Steve: No matter who wins this... the fans are going home happy tonight. ( Both men face off again. This time they lock up, but Fox pulls away with a knee across the stomach. He quickly sets ICON up for a piledriver and delivers it weakly due to the struggle. He goes for the cover. ) 1... 2... NO! Phil: Another! ( ICON stands up wearily. Both men starting to grow tired of jostling for the advantage. Fox gets the upper hand by tossing ICON into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and lifts ICON up. ) Steve: What the hell is he doing? ( He lifts ICON up for a powerbomb and slams him onto the mat from the turnbuckle! ) Phil: THE END! ( Fox falls over ICON with a cover. ) 1... 2... 3! winner = FOX ( With both legends down in the ring, Dave Van Dam walks out with the United States Title around his waiste. ) Steve: This is the fourth time in three years that he's held that title. Phil: Well don't you feel smart? Steve: Kind of... ( Dave walks down to the ring and he slides in. He picks up Fox's IC and a microphone. ) Dave Van Dam: I was kind of hoping to take this from you, ICON... but that's not going to happen now. ( He drops the belt on Fox. ) Dave Van Dam: ICON... you said you were my worst nightmare. We'll see how that plays out. Body Count II... will be the day that your nightmares begin. That will be the day that I finish you for good. ( Dave drops the mic on ICON and he holds his arms high in the air as the show fades to black. ) |