SATURDAY NIGHT SLAUGHTER!
Phil: Welcome to Slaughter!!!!
Pyros go off all around and the crowd are on their feet cheering, shouting and waving their signs up in the air!
Steve: Three matches lined up, two full of hopeful rookies who I just can't wait to see tonight.
Phil: That's right! Christiano Del Drago, Kaeneis, Stephanie Styles and Seth Dryden all debut tonight!
Match #1:
The arena plunges into darkness, and several seconds pass. A lone, white spotlight illuminates an empty ring, whilst all others remain off. The entrance video begins to play, and My Immortal begins. Kaeneis emerges, unlit. He stands at the ramp top for several more seconds, before slowly beginning his walk down to the ring. The single spotlight continues to light the ring. When the overdrive guitar, marking the beginning of the song bridge kicks in, pyro detonates white flashes on all four turnbuckles, and normal lighting resumes. Kaeneis enters over the top rope.
Live by the laws of the Family..." The lights leave, pyro's are set off to immitate machine gun fire at the sides of the ramp whilst green white and red lights start to circle the arena. "...Or die by the hands of the Family." Christiano makes his way out from the back, accompanied by two other huge men in black leather jackets, black shirts and black jeans. Drago starts to strut down the rampway, showing off the dragon's head on his belt, and a tatoo of a dragon's eye on his back. As a few fans start to give him heat, he takes a shooting stance and pretends to shoot them at close range before turning away with a knowing smirk and leaving them annoyed. He rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up. As soon as he turns around, he orders his heavy's to stand in waiting at the front of the ring, and take special care of his opponent
"The match starts when both competitors are in in the ring. The bell rings as Drago goes
after Kaeneis with a nicly place closeline. Drago than picks Kaeneis up and
throws him into the ropes, Kaeneis comes back and gets connected with a spear by
Drago. Drago gets up quickly and starts to taunt as Kaeneis gets up slowly.
Drago goes back to Kaeneis and grabs him to throw Kaeneis into the corner. Drago
follows with a body splash, Drago starts to takes a few jabs at Kaeneis while
he's at the corner. Kaeneis falls to the ground once Drago stops with the jabs."
Steve: Looks like Kaeneis is falling in a bit of bad luck.
Phil: Can't you shut up for one second?
Steve: Well, we are commentators...
"Drago picks Kaeneis up and puts him into a double arm DDT. Drago goes for the
pin.. 1...2.. Kick Out!"
Steve: Oh I thought this match was over. Oh well, looks like Kaeneis has some
fight left in him..
"Drago gets up and yells at the ref, while Kaeneis gets to his knees. Drago
continues to yell as Kaeneis does a low blow on the furious Drago. Drago bends
down holding his crotch, while Kaeneis gets up and does a bulldog to Drago.
Kaeneis gets up and picks Drago up as well. Kaeneis than throws Drago to the
outside and follows while the ref counts. 1...2.. Drago rolls over to his back
and Kaeneis does a legdrop on Drago. Kaeneis gets up and picks Drago up by the
hair and throws him to the steel stairs making a huge noise. 3...4...5. Kaeneis
rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. Drago gets to his knees while
Kaeneis picks him up all the way and lifts him up into a stalling suplex and
drops him stomach first into the steel railings that holds the fans away.
Kaeneis drags Drago away from the fans and rolls him into the ring, Kaeneis
follows."
Kaeneis lifts Drago back onto his feet and hits him with such a hard knee to the chest that he literally lifts off the ground. Then he shoves Drago's head in between his legs. He lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Drago tries to struggle free... Nevertheless, the strength of Kaeneis prevails as he drives the lighter man into the ring. He goes for a cover.
ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Steve: How the hell did he manage that?
Drago slowly gets up, using the ropes for leverage, and just ducking at the last moment, he misses a big boot from the massive Kaeneis. He low blows himself on the top as his leg goes over the top rope. Drago dropkicks him to the outside and then he quickly climbs the turnbuckle. He waits for a moment, then flies off the ropes with a cross body. He's caught though, and rammed into the ring post. He keeps the position though, steps back, and swings Drago around like a puppet and then slams him into the concrete with a one arm slam. The referee has already counted to 6 by now, so Kaeneis is forced to once again to roll in and roll out to continue his assault. He lifts Drago up, who hits, one... two... three punches into Kaeneis' chest. It winds him, allowing Drago to slam his face down into the guard rail. The ref shouts at Drago to get in now, and he does. He continues to count out Kaeneis up to 7 before he gets back in. He storms towards Drago like a freight train, but the smaller man goes behind, and hits a neckbreaker on his opponent. With a burst of energy, gets to his feet and tries with all his strength to turn Kaeneis over into the 'Knee Capped'. But his opponent is too big and too strong. He kicks out sending Drago into the corner. He gets up slowly whilst rubbing his neck, then grabs Drago by the throat. He lifts him up with ease onto the top turnbuckle and keeps the grip of the hold on.
Phil: What's he doing?
Steve: I don't know, but it looks like he could be going for a mega levitation chokeslam!
It seems that that is exactly what he's going for, but the quick witted Drago kicks him in the face from his spot on the top rope. He stumbles back and gives Drago the opportunity he needs. He hits his finisher, For the Family, out of the blue and pins.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Drago wins, and rolls over onto his back. He tries to get some air into his lungs when Kaeneis suddenly sits up beside him and gets up onto his feet. He looks at Drago, and grins. He grabs him by the head and lifts him right up onto his feet, then he throws him into the ropes with ease, and finishes Drago off with The Remembrance Drop... the whole ring shakes with impact, and Drago seems to be out cold afterwards! Kaeneis looks on without any facial expressions, as he walks out to the back.
Winner = Christiano Del Drago
Slaughter Joke:
An alter boy witnessed the scene and then ran into the rectory
to tell the priest what he'd just seen.
"Son, you've just witnessed a miracle," the priest said.
"Tell me where is this man now?"
"Flat on his ass over by the holy water," said the boy.
Slaughter Joke 2:
The brunette says to the blonde: "I'll bet you $20.00 that the man jumps off that building and commits suicide."
The blonde thinks for a moment then replies: "OK, you're on!"
They watch for a few minutes and sure enough, the man jumps off the ledge. The blonde sighs and reaches for her wallet, but the brunette stops her, saying: "I can't take your money - I feel too guilty. I have to confess that I watched the 6:00 P.M. news this evening and I knew that the man would jump.
The blonde replied: "Oh! I watched the 6:00 P.M. news too, but I didn't think he'd jump off again!"
Segment:
Allisa: Hey there. What you doing here?
Zybala: Argh, just admiring certain assets...
He grins as he looks at Allisa's cleavage, pushed together in a delicious white low cut V neck t shirt.
Allisa: Right, well, can you do me a favour?
Zybala: Possibly...
Allisa: Can you go let Seth Dryden and Stephanie Styles know that they're not up next? I feel like rewarding them for their efforts. They main event. I'm going to tell Smurfmaster and Virus that they're on now. Can you do that for me please?
Zybala: What's in it for me?
Allisa: Oh, nothing at all. I just thought you'd be a gentlemen and a good little member of the roster and do what I tell you to.
Zybala: There's no need to patronise me.
Allisa: Oh I know, but life's a bitch.
Allisa giggles and hugs Zybala. She starts laughing a bit harder before calming herself down. She steps back and smiles.
Allisa: Sorry, just trying out the old 'bitch' routine. Please, can you do that for me? Maybe we could meet up after and have a few drinks. Tell me what it's like to be TV champ, hey?
Zybala smiles too; not offended by the little trick, he nods his head.
Zybala: Okay, see you in a few minutes.
They both walk off as the scene fades to an advert for Body Count II.
2nd Match:
"NightMare," by Dry Kill Logic hits the PA system as all the lights go out and a countdown appears on the Strike Tron.
...10...
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"Virus Upload Complete" appears on the Strike Tron, in large, bold, Neon Green Letters. A brief pause is followed by Green strobe lights that begin to flicker rapidly, while huge green pyros go off. Virus steps out onto the ramp wearing black bondage stle clothes, and a large leather trench coat, with an Apathetic look on his face, and slowly walks to the ring, but slows down to a stop about 5 feet away from the ring. Standing outside of the ring, the lights go out a second time and a giant neon green skull appears on the Strike Tron, and says "My Name Is Virus... And I hope You Are Prepared to Face Your Fears... You Are Going To Be Infected." When the lights go back on, Virus is sitting on the top turnbuckle, wearing all but his coat, and waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.
But Smurfmaster is already there. He comes out from hiding under the ring. He does a little dance behind Virus who's still waiting and finally, after about a minute of playing around, Virus gets up off the turnbuckle and lands on both feet. He starts complaining to the referee, and while this is happening, Smurfmaster jumps up onto the apron. He calls over to Virus. He tries to knock the master of Smurfs off with a clothesline over the top rope, but SM misses it, and rams a shoulder into Virus' gut from above the middle rope. SM gets up and puts a thumb into Virus' eye. Then he hooks him up for a suplex. Virus somehow stops himself from being lifted up, smacks SM away, rakes his eyes, then leads him over to the turnbuckle. He throws SM's head back before throwing it into the turnbuckle. SM falls to the floor below bleeding from a cut in his forehead.
At the same time, Mike Zybala has run into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, and is standing ready and primed, waiting for Virus who's gloating. He turns around to be met with a shot to the head by a pillow from Zybala, and Virus falls down like a sack of shit. His nose has been busted open and Mike just smirks. He looks up to the ramp, like he's looking for someone's approval...
Phil: What the fuck? Virus was knocked out by a pillow?
Steve: Looks like it. Hmmmm, people just aren't as good at making tough children nowadays.
But Mike Zybala's grin grows. He holds up the pillow over Virus, and starts to shake out the contents... 3 bricks fall out onto his chest, along with several tacks. The bell has already been rung for the match to stop - which didn't even start officially... but Zybala just shrugs and rolls out of the ring and out to the back through the curtains.
Phil: Oh... well, that makes more sense.
Steve: Zybala's pretty sick to do that though you know.
Phil: Sure he is, but it makes for good TV.
Winner = No One
Main Event:
The stage lights dim red and the crowd becomes silent. "Reptilia" by The Strokes begins to play over the PA and Stephanie Styles walks onto the stage. Red pyros go off on either side of the ramp and she begins walking down to the ring. She slides in between the mat and the bottom rope. Once inside, she quickly rises to her feet and look around at the audience. She taunts with her arms in the air and retreats to the corner, awaiting her opponent.
Smoke billows out from the entrance ramp, and "New Disease" by Spineshank hits, lights flashing everywhere. Seth Dryden walks down the aisle, winking and clapping hands with fans.
The bell rings and both opponents stare at each other. It's Dryden who charges first, although he seems almost reluctant to hit a pretty lady at first. He goes for lariat, but Styles drops him over the middle rope with a drop toe hold. He stays lying over it, as Styles holds onto the top rope, leaps up over it and drops down onto the apron with a leg drop over the back of his head. His throat is forced over the rope, and hence, he is left in agony, choking loudly. Styles steps onto the floor below, and Seth is holding his neck while lying under the ropes. She tugs him out, dropping him onto the concrete.
Phil: Ouch, she's mean. God! I love it!
Stephanie continues by treading on his face with her boots, and then twisting around. The referee isn't bothered about counting them out due to the match stipulations told to him by Allisa. She sits him up, and drop kick him in the back. Then she lifts him up all way, just to slap him. He stumbles backward from the slap, and falls over the steel steps. He's left with his back arched over the steel, while Stephanie walks over to the time keepers table and ushers to the guy to get up off of his chair. She snaps it together and then holds it over her head with both hands. She brings it down over Seth's ribs, and he rolls slowly off. He wriths around in pain, but then, he gets up onto his knees. She lifts the chair again. It connects with his skull, but Seth doesn't even stir. He screams at her to hit him again, and she does.
Steve: She's only doing what she has to do to get the job done... no harm in using a few weapons to speed the process up.
It only drives him more though, and he gets right back up onto both feet. He smirks at her as blood begins to flow down his face. Confused, and somewhat dazed by the reaction, she swings it down over her head again. He grabs the chair though, and tosses it away after getting it from her grasp. He grabs her hair and slams it into the steel, then keeping a hold of her hair, he tosses her back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle, an area the rookie wasn't used to. He waits for Stephanie to get up - which isn't a long wait due to her resilience and spirit - and he leaps off. It looks like he goes for a double axe handle, but Stephanie reverses it to her advantage. She ducks the axe handle, and brings Dryden down onto her knee. He lands groin first onto her knee, and falls backwards. She goes for a cover!
One... Two. - Kickout!
Steve: Too little too soon it seems.
Steph watches on while catching her breath as Seth tries to get up onto his feet. He gives her a dirty look as he gets onto one knee. He gets up and tries to go behind, but Styles whips him over with a snap mare, which she follows up with a surfboard. She digs her knee in between Seth's shoulders, and when things look bleak... Seth manages to get back up onto his feet. He fights out of the hold, then whips Steph into the ropes. He hits her with a tilt a whirl back breaker and then runs into the ropes himself to hit a leg drop of his own. He goes for a cover, only to get a one count. Seth gets up and stands back, and waits for his pretty opponent to get up... and as she does, she dropskicks her viciously in the knee to bring her face straight into the mat. She rolls out of the ring and holds her jaw for a few moments and to try and gain her bearings.
Steve: This is turning out to be one hell of a match!
Just as Steph tries to get back in the ring, Dryden jumps out in between the ropes and collids with Styles on the outside with a suicide dive! Both of them stay down, but after some time, it's Dryden who's up first.
Phil: Where the fuck did he learn that?
He rolls back into the ring, and stays lying on his back. Even Dryden is surprised when he sees Styles getting to her feet so quickly though. He gets up as quickly as he can using the ropes to his aid. She slides in under the ropes and he grabs her straight away. He whips her into the ropes. Seth goes for another lariat, and she ducks. She keeps on running and rebounds again and hits a shoulder barge right into the center of Seth's chest. It sends him back into the ropes himself, and as he steps back slowly, she hits him with one hell of a slap! Dryden looks away and down to his fists, but he shakes his head thinking of the match at cost. Instead he tackles her to the floor with a spear and tries to cover, but she struggles free. She tries to lock in her own pin as she leaps over in some kind of mahistrol cradle.
ONE! TWO! THREEEEeeee - Kickout!
She bangs on the mat in frustration. Then she gets up. But then she seems to have a brain wave, and she looks down at Seth with a sly look on her face. She gets down onto her knees and bends over. She holds his jaw with her hand gently and begins to kiss him. He seems reluctant at first, but then he relaxes and kisses back. His shoulders fall back and the ref starts to count.
Phil: What the hell! That's got to be cheating!
ONE! TWO! THREEEEeee... Kickout!
Seth lifts up and brings Stephanie down onto the mat so he's on top. Then she drops her shoulders and the ref starts the count again.
ONE! TWO! THREEEEEeeeee... Kickout!
Styles catches on and pushes Seth away. He grins at her and shouts something to her. This really seems to piss her off. She gets up and Dryden tries to throw her over with a hair toss. But she pulls back, and low blows Dryden while the ref isn't looking. He drops onto his knees and she hits him with a horrendous buzzsaw kick that sends a 'SMACK' like noise echoing through the arena. 'OOOOOOH' arises from the awed crowd. Dryden drops down and looks to be out cold. Styles claps her hands and climbs up to the turnbuckle.
Steve: I think this is probably it... That kick finished Seth off.
BOOOOOOM!!
All four turnbuckles erupt in a flurry of flames and colours as pyros go off all over the place. Steph falls back and drops down onto the mat.
Steve: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Phil: Quick! Someone get help!
Dryden is conviently back on his feet and hits the 'Royal Flush' on Styles. He covers her and the ref counts.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Steve: Oh come on, she didn't stand a chance! That wasn't fair!
Winner = Seth Dryden
Stephanie Styles rubs her eyes after the bright flashes which blinded her, then she gets up to her feet. She looks at Seth, who's covered in his own blood and looks to be in a much worse state than her. She lifts him up and throws him back into the ropes, which he leans against. She starts punching him with closed fists, then she lifts him off the ropes and brings him down and locks in Asphyxiation. Dryden starts tapping out, but nothing can be done to get her to let go.
Phil: I'd feel this was a completely brutal assault, but it feels somewhat...
Steve: Justified, yeah, I know what you mean.
From out the back, Shaun Sizemore comes sprinting to the ring and pulls her off. He tries to restrain her, then hits her with the Sizemoreizer. The fans begins to look around, confused at what's happening. Sizemore checks on Seth who is already sitting up, favouring his arm. He gets up on his slowly while Shaun checks that Styles is still out of the picture.
Phil: Why the hell are these two together?
Then suddenly, the intro to Yeha Noha begins to play, but then it erupts into 'Immortal' by Adema. Allisa walks out to a huge applause. They think she's going to rectify the problems. She has a mic in one hand as she walks to the edge of the stage. She raises the mic up to her mouth.
Allisa O'Toole: Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you... Seth Dryden and Shaun Sizemore... SFT's newest Tag Team... Fallout!
There is a mixed reaction, but Allisa continues:
Allisa: Oh, and just to make sure these guys get what they deserve, I'm going to be their manager... You know... Just so they don't get overlooked. Heh heh.
Another mixed reaction. But Allisa finishes it off:
Allisa: By the way Stephanie, don't blame Seth for that little pyro thing... I did that. Did you like it? Heh. I don't think I really have much of an excuse as to why I did it... but it's in my best interest now that Shaun and Seth get the best of the best. Goodnight people... Have a great evening!
'Immortal' by Adema begins to play again as Seth, Shaun and Allisa all look extremely smug and confident.
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